Ricochet by Cole Lepley @cole_lepley @GiveMeBooksPR

Title: Ricochet
Series: Fastball #1
Author: Cole Lepley
Genre: New Adult/College Romance
Release Date: October 12, 2021


Sidney York has a broken heart. After being betrayed by her long-time boyfriend, she makes a spontaneous decision to transfer mid-semester. College is supposed to be fun and she’ll be damned if she lets a guy ruin it.

Ryan Wilkes doesn’t have a heart. He’s rude, entitled, and couldn’t care less who his destructive behavior hurts. Truth be told, he enjoys the damage it causes.

When Sidney meets her new roommates, everyone is welcoming except for one. The moody guy downstairs whose attitude is warning her to stay away. But Sidney’s pain is like a magnet to Ryan, and he intends to find out why.

** Author’s Note: This book contains content that may be sensitive for some readers. Themes such as cheating, emotional abuse, and assault are depicted. If any of these are triggering, I’d skip this one. You’ll get a HEA, but you might hate me until you get there.**



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“You like not answering my questions, don’t you?”
I laugh. “You want me to tell you that I find you attractive?”
“No. I want you to tell me something true.”
I hold his stare, even though I want to shrink into the floor. The intimidation I feel when he’s around isn’t out of fear—I like the way it feels. It’s becoming something I crave from him.
“Yes, I’m attracted to you.” He steps even closer, invading my personal space with his overwhelming presence. But I keep going. “It’s not the only criteria I have for choosing a boyfriend, though.”
Ryan nods. “So, you don’t like me as a person. Cool.”
He starts to turn away from me, but I reach out and grab his shirt. He looks down at my hand and back at me.
“I didn’t say that either,” I whisper.
I don’t let go of him and my knuckles brush along the hard muscles of his stomach. They tense under my touch.
I pull my hand away and his tongue darts out to wet his lips, and he steps even closer. “Let me get this straight. You find me attractive and you like me as a person, but you don’t want to date me?”
“I don’t even know you.”
“Is that something you want? To know me?”
The way he fires questions back gives me little time to think. This is happening too fast. I didn’t come here to get involved with someone new, and I sure as hell didn’t plan on falling for a guy who I can’t figure out. He’s like a puzzle I can’t solve and a part of me thinks it’s because he’s missing an important piece.
Even so, I do want to know him.
“We can be friends,” I say, finding my voice.
He chuckles under his breath, the darkness in his eyes turning them almost black. “Friends. Is that what you think we’ll be?”


Cole Lepley is a contemporary romance author of bad-ass alpha heroes, a whole lot of drama, and happy endings. She writes realistic relationships that you can’t help but fall in love with.


Climbing the Ranks by Nicole James @Nicole_James1 @GiveMeBooksPR

Title: Climbing the Ranks
Series: Royal Bastards MC: Durango, CO #2
Author: Nicole James
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: October 26, 2021


“No knight in shining armor is coming to rescue me. If I want to get out of this revolting place, I’ll have to save myself. He was supposed to be my escape, but now he has my heart under lock and key.” -Isabella


I’ve climbed my way back from the bottom rungs of the hell I once lived. I’ve treated the symptoms, my drug addiction, but have yet to forgive myself for the cause. I’ve buried it six feet under, but I know it’s there haunting me. I killed my mom, even if it was an accident.

Now it’s time to prove myself to my father and my club, the Royal Bastards MC. He put me in charge of a deal with the Hell’s Bandits MC. Now I must prove I can handle the responsibility. I must convince them I can do it. But can I convince myself that I deserve it?

That won’t matter, if I can’t even manage the deal. A sexy little vixen whispers secrets of betrayal and suddenly the problems keep piling up. She’ll give me the information I need in exchange for her escape. She has me questioning everything and wondering if I’ll be willing to free her from my grasp when the time comes. Is she the thing I so desperately need to finally be rid of my demons?




The music changes, becoming a slower, more erotic beat that reminds every man in the room of sex.
I’m trying to keep an eye on Savage, when I see the expressions of my brothers who are facing the stage. I follow their gaze. The girl has her back to us and she’s slowly pulling down the zipper at her spine. Every eye in the room follows its trail as it leaves behind a widening swath of soft bare skin.
If this is a distraction for something, it’s a good one, because we’re all hypnotized.
She slips the flounce down her arms and drops the top. The skirt of the dress stays up, still tight at her waist, but her naked back is exposed to us. She lifts her arms, twining her hands above her head. The position exposes the sides of her breasts to us and every man here is holding his breath waiting for her to turn. She peers over her shoulder coquettishly and I know she’s got some skills at this. Then she bends at the waist and flips her skirt up giving us just a flash before whirling, her arms crossed over her chest. She taunts and teases, then spins again, and when she turns back to face us, she’s got the front of the dress pulled up, exposing her barely there thong, but covering her breasts.
The fact that she teases us with just a glimpse of each delicious portion of her fantastic body is all the more enticing than if she’d bared herself naked. I’m shocked by the fact, but it’s true.
If this were a strip club, bills would be raining at her feet, but not here. Here, the men don’t figure they have to pay. Or maybe, like me, they know she wouldn’t see a dime of it, it’d all go straight into Savage’s pocket. Screw that.
If it wasn’t the case, I’d gladly give over the entire contents of my wallet to keep this dance going.
Some Hell’s Bandit from the back of the room cups his hands around his mouth and yells out, “Show us everything.”
She turns her back on us and one arm reaches back, undoing whatever’s holding up that skirt, because it falls to the floor in a billowing red poof.
Her pale fire curls brush the top of her cheeks, where those sexy little dimples lay. The tiny thong hiding nothing.
Her heart shaped bottom is freaking amazing, but still we haven’t seen everything. She turns to face us with her hands cupping her breasts, hiding them from us.
Her eyes lock on mine and she licks her lips, and then sucks the plump lower one between her teeth as she stalks slowly toward me.
The thought that this may be a distraction runs through my bloodless brain and I hiss to Utah, “Watch our backs.”
He’s just as enthralled, but manages to pull his eyes from the girl long enough to check the room. I flick my own gaze to search out Savage, but find him standing to the side just as enthralled by her body as every other man in the room.
Hell, the room could catch on fire and not a man in the place would notice.



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Nicole James is a USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling author who loves writing about hot alpha men who’ll do anything for the women they love! Her stories are filled with struggle, conflict and real human emotion. She is the author of the Evil Dead MC series, the Brothers Ink Tattoo series and more.

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1012 Curvy Way by Shaw Hart & Cameron Hart @authorshawhart @inkslingerpr

1012 Curvy Way by Shaw Hart & Cameron Hart is out now! Check it out and get your copy today!

Title: 1012 Curvy Way

Author: Shaw Hart & Cameron Hart

Genre: Contemporary Romance

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Ken Coleman has a problem.   He’s the town doctor in Cherry Falls, which is normally a pretty fun job, only his nurse just retired and now his easy-going routine is shattered and he’s desperate to find someone to fill the position.   He’s focused on keeping his clinic running smoothly but a certain raven haired beauty is wreaking havoc with his concentration.   Gracie just might be the solution.   Gracie owns the local flower shop and she lives to create the perfect bouquet that can brighten someone’s day. When she notices how stressed-out Dr. Coleman is, she decides to do what she does best and send him flowers.   The two of them grow close but work commitments and Ken’s too high standards it might just be too much for them to overcome.   Will she be able to convince him to slow down and smell the roses?

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Damn, I’m tired. It’s just exhaustion or stress. I’m just… weary. Down to my bones. I don’t know any other way to describe it. I feel like I’m waiting for something to shake me up, and the longer I go without it, the more restless I get. But that’s crazy talk. I just need to get my head in the game, get through these patients, file paperwork, authorize prescriptions, and… “Fuck,” I mutter. It takes a great deal of effort to pull myself back from the edge of panic. Finishing up in the exam room, I head back up front to file Mrs. Pierce’s chart. I look around the waiting room to see if we’ve had any walk-ins or emergencies but it’s empty. It’s also messy with old magazines spread across the coffee table and end table, someone’s old coffee cup on another end table and the toys that we have for the kids scattered in the corner. I make a mental note to clean up when I have a chance and smile at Juniper when I head past her desk. “Pretty flowers,” I comment, spying the big flower arrangement on top of her desk. “From Jacob?” I guess and she frowns and shakes her head. “No, actually they’re for you.” I freeze, wondering if I misheard her. “For me?” “Yeah, that’s what the card says anyway,” she says as she stands and grabs the bouquet to double-check. I blink a few times and then close my mouth, not realizing my jaw was hanging wide open. Clearing my throat, I get myself somewhat together and slip the chart I was holding back onto the shelf. When I turn around, I expect Juniper to say they are actually for her. “Yeah, they’re for you,” she confirms, giving me a knowing smile. I frown, not sure what to make of this.  

About Shaw Hart:

Shaw Hart is an Amazon Top 100 best-selling author of contemporary and New Adult romance. She loves writing instalove romances that always end in happily ever afters. She lives in a constant state of motion, chasing after her two children and three dogs. Shaw enjoys the simple things in life, like spending time with her family and friends. When she’s not doing that, she’s reading romance books, watching stand up comedies or crime TV shows. Her favorite book tropes are secret baby and boss/employee romances. She’s a big fan of James Acaster, Anthony Jeselnik, Nate Bargatze, and John Mulaney’s comedy. Her favorite TV shows are Psych, Burn Notice, Leverage, Barry, Bob’s Burgers, and New Girl. She’s a Pinterest addict, dog lover, tea snob, and a wannabe yogi. She also writes contemporary romance books under the pen name, Rebecca Wilder, and she’s one half of the paranormal romance duo, Skye Alder.  

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Hello. I’m Cameron Hart, and I write sweet steamy romances. I’m a USA Today Bestselling author with over forty books available. I write romance with lots of heat, plenty of sweet, and just enough drama to keep things interesting. I graduated from the Iowa Writer’s Workshop in 2012 with a degree in creative writing. When I’m not working on my next book, I can be found reading, crocheting, doing yoga, and chasing around my grumpy cat.  

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That Girl by Jennilynn Wyer @JennilynnWyer @GiveMeBooksPR

Title: That Girl
Series: The Montgomerys #1
Author: Jennilynn Wyer
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 11, 2021


That Girl is the winner of the Chesapeake Romance Writers 2021 Rudy Award for Romantic Suspense and a Contemporary Romance Writers 2021 Stiletto Finalist!

I was that girl; the one from a broken home who lived on the poor side of town. He was that guy; NFL football quarterback and Mr. Popular. He told me he would never leave. He lied. Now he’s back. But I’m not that girl anymore.

Aurora St. Claire is that girl. The one who excels at academics. The one from a broken home who lives on the bad side of town. The one with an alcoholic mother who couldn’t care less if she existed. The one with an abusive older sister who would give her bruises instead of hugs. The one who keeps to the shadows, trying not to be seen.

Sometimes the best families are the ones you create, not the ones you are born into. Aurora never knows what a true family is like until she has one suddenly thrust upon her at the age of eighteen. It takes a single revelation from a stranger to change her life forever.

Then, JD Hallstead comes barreling into her life. He is everything she never thought she wanted, but everything she craves. That is, until the day he destroys her and leaves her heart to burn to ashes in his wake. What is the adage? The flip side of love is hate. Well, her hate burns bright, and it has a name: Jackson Dillon Hallstead.

JD Hallstead is that guy. The one who is Mr. Popular and Quarterback King of Highland High. The one voted class president and most likely to succeed. The one who girls go crazy over and guys want to be. The one with a controlling, abusive father who will go to any lengths to keep his son in check. The one with the secrets.

Aurora is the girl JD has secretly crushed on for years. It takes a friend’s tragic death to bring Aurora and JD together. It takes JD’s secrets to tear them apart. Aurora tells JD everybody leaves. He promises her he never will.

He lied.

Now, JD will do anything, fight anyone, give up everything, to get Aurora back. Aurora said JD broke her heart. Who better than him to put it back together?

But the thing about secrets is that they always come back to haunt you. The question is: How far will JD go to protect the woman he loves before those secrets destroy them all?

Reader’s Warning: That Girl is an enemies-to-lovers, second chance romance with scorching heat that will melt your Kindle and enough twists and turns to keep you guessing what will happen next. It takes place after the conclusion of Broken Butterfly, Fallen Brook Series, Book 3. Even though the book can be read on its own, fans of the Fallen Brook Series will love seeing some of their favorite characters return! That Girl touches upon topics that may be triggering to some readers such as flashbacks to an attempted sexual assault, child neglect and abuse, and violence. The story also contains foul language and sexual content. Any sexual intimacy between the main characters is consensual. For these reasons, the book is recommended for readers aged 17+.


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The Past

I used to think that the worst thing in life was to end up all alone. It’s not. The worst thing in life is ending up with people who make you feel all alone. – Robin Williams

Have you ever had one of those days where your anger caused you to do something really dumb? Like, monumentally stupid and so incredibly counterproductive to how you try to live your life that you would sell your soul for a do-over? That, in a nutshell, is what my day has become.
Sitting cross-legged on the nicely manicured grass of the town’s cemetery, I clutch the torn, ratty cardigan tightly around my shoulders and hunker down. If I raise my knees up and bend over, I can create a warm pocket of air between my legs by draping the thin sweater over my head and exhaling a warm breath.
I hate being cold. It reminds me of all the times Mom neglected to pay our electricity bill and our power would be subsequently shut off for weeks at a time. Mom has… had a habit of neglecting to do a lot of things like that. Her lack of parental responsibility went beyond not paying the bills to keep the electricity on and the water running in our apartment. She also forgot to buy groceries most weeks.
I have too many memories as a child of going to bed hungry, of spending countless nights shaking uncontrollably on the single, bare mattress that served as my bed. No sheets. No covers. Nothing to help warm me up on the long, dark nights of winter when the temperatures outside would drop below freezing.
On the flipside, I don’t mind the heat of summertime—the resulting sweat as it drips down my neck, my back, the side of my face at the dip of my temple. I can tolerate those sensations. But not the biting shivers that the cold brings. The violent way one’s body shudders, trying to warm itself up. Sweat, I can wipe away. Trying to stop my teeth from chattering is futile. It sucks. The damp grass below me, soaking into the denim material of my jeans, isn’t helping either. It just makes me colder and is another reminder of who I am and where I come from.
I’ve gotten very good at figuring out ways to stay warm, especially on cool, September afternoons like today. An early cold front moved through yesterday, dropping temperatures by twenty degrees. The winters here in Highland, North Carolina are unfortunately worse. When I’m not at school, there is really nothing much I can do to escape the frigid cold that winter brings unless I’m able to sneak into a gas station or a fast-food bathroom and run the hand dryer for a few minutes.
As much as I hate being cold, I’m better off out here than at home. I would gladly sleep out in the middle of a blizzard if it meant I never had to go back there. I hate home even more than I hate being cold.
I trace the block letters on the flat, one-by-two-foot concrete slab in front of me. The ones that spell out CAMERON BOLLINGER—my best friend since I was five.
Cameron and I grew up right next door to each other in the shitty, rundown apartments that no one in their right mind would ever want to live in if they had a choice. Drug deals in the middle of the parking lot are still a common daily occurrence, as are what seems like monthly police raids.
“Hey, Cam,” I say as I pull on a few weeds that have sprung up around his headstone.
Ripping off the foliated leaves of a cat’s ear dandelion, I pinch off the stem to one of the yellow flowers. It’s ironic that something most people consider to be an ugly, unwanted garden pest has flowers that look like a cheerful sunburst and emit a sweet aroma.
If I were to wax poetic, I would say that Cameron is… was much like a dandelion’s flower. At first glance, the rough, crinkled leaves are broad and ugly. But if you take the time to look closer, you will see that the weed is quite beautiful. The plant is hardy and resourceful. It blooms bright yellow flowers that have velvety-soft petals. Unlike the bitter, unpleasant stench of ragweed, a dandelion’s fragrance has hints of citrus and rose.
Placing the dandelion on top of Cameron’s headstone, I look down at the bruised knuckles on my right hand; they are slightly swollen and sore. I flex my fingers a few times, somewhat mesmerized at the stinging, cramping pain that follows.
“I’m so tired, Cam. And I’m angry. So very angry at her for taking you away from me. Angry at you for leaving me here by myself. Angry at him for not stopping you that night.”
It’s been a little over two months, and the pain of losing my best friend is just as strong as the night Cam’s mom called to tell me that he had been hit by a drunk driver on his way home from a party.
The drunk driver was my mother. The impact with Cam’s car sent both of their vehicles careening into a light pole. Cam was killed on impact. I was told my mother died shortly after paramedics arrived on scene.
I found out later that Cam had also been drinking and driving. That pisses me off to no end because he never drank, especially during football season. Cam was a defensive cornerback for our high school football team, and he took his training seriously. He was good enough that last year during our junior year of high school, college scouts had been eyeing him. He had so much to look forward to, a bright future ahead of him.
Unlike Cam, my mother’s prospects of having a better life were next to zero. She knew no other existence than the one at the bottom of a vodka bottle. The fact that she would be reckless and careless enough to get behind the wheel of a car while intoxicated doesn’t surprise me. Mom would come home most nights, stumbling drunk and barely coherent. It was a normal state of being for her. And she wasn’t one of those happy drunks, either. Nope. My mother was a mean, nasty drunk. Add in an older sister who would rather hit me than hug me, and a father who split town when I was two years old—let’s just say my home life had much to be desired.
When the accident that killed both Cam and my mom happened, I had just turned eighteen, so was considered an adult in the eyes of the law. Thankfully, Child Protective Services didn’t get involved because I was ‘of age.’ Mentally, I had already been an adult for a very long time.
Growing up fast happens when you live in an abusive, broken home.
The day after Cam’s funeral, his mom packed everything up and moved out of their apartment. Part of me wanted to beg her to take me with her. She had always been more of a mother to me than my own.
Some days I wish so badly to run away from this town and never look back. Highland, North Carolina has its fair share of small-town charm and neighborly people, but those people tend to gloss over and ignore those of us who live across the proverbial train tracks. And as much as I would love to leave Highland in search of greener pastures, so to speak, I can’t. Not yet.
See, here’s the problem. I’m smart. And being smart means that I know running away would be stupid. And I’m not stupid. I have a plan, and that plan involves finishing high school and graduating. I’m lucky enough to be districted to the top high school in the state, even though I live in the decrepit part of town located just on the outer fringes of Highland.
There are too many opportunities at Highland High for me to pack my stuff and walk away—as much as I would love to. If I can just hold on for another nine months, keep my head down, keep studying hard, I’ll graduate as Valedictorian. I’ll have accrued about two years of college credits from all the AP exams I’ve taken since ninth grade. And my one hope, the goal I have been working toward and fighting so hard for, is to get a full ride to Duke. Our school’s guidance counselor tells me that I have a good chance of that happening. And then I’ll finally be able to leave this godforsaken place that has shown me nothing but misery and pain.
I lean over and kiss Cam’s headstone, the cold, gray concrete causing me to shiver. “I’ve got to get to work,” I tell him.
I have to be at Ruby’s Diner soon for my five-to-ten shift. My meager income as a waitress is the only thing that’s keeping the lights on in the apartment I still share with my sister, the water running, and food on the table. Not that peanut butter, a loaf of bread, and instant noodles are anything to write home about, but at least I’m not starving.
I wince when my sore hand protests as I lift myself off the ground. I have a feeling that I’ll be using my left hand a lot at work tonight. The discomfort I feel puts a tiny smile across my face. I don’t like receiving attention in any form, and I definitely do not like to be noticed.
I used to be bullied a lot in elementary school and junior high because of where I lived and who my mother was. Cam tried his best to protect me, but he couldn’t be with me every second of every day.
Things settled down once we got to high school and Cam was on the football team. No one messed with the football players or their friends. It didn’t matter anyway. By the time I hit second grade, I had developed a thick skin and an almost impenetrable wall around my heart.
I became hardened to the stupid name-calling and daily taunts that greeted me as soon as I walked into the school building. I developed survival skills and learned how to defend myself. A shove into a locker while walking down the school hallway didn’t faze me. I had it so much worse at home from both my mother and my sister. The immature crap flung at me at school was nothing compared to what I had to live through at home every day of the week.
Over the years, I also got particularly good at blending into the background and sticking to the shadows. So just imagine the scandal I created an hour ago in the student parking lot at school, when seemingly meek, quiet me punched JD Hallstead in his too-gorgeous-for-his-own-good face.

Excerpt from That Girl, Chapter 1, copyright 2021 by Jennilynn Wyer


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Jennilynn Wyer is the winner of the Chesapeake Romance Writers 2021 Rudy Award for Romantic Suspense and a two-time Contemporary Romance Writers Stiletto Finalist. She is an author of steamy and emotional Young Adult, New Adult and College, and Contemporary Romantic fiction. She lives with her family in the Gulf States, is married to a Brit, and you can usually find her in her favorite reading spot, e-reader in hand, with the latest romance novel. Her Teen and Young Adult books are written under the pen name of J.L. Wyer. She is an active educator, researcher, and environmental scientist who enjoys lecturing, teaching, and sharing her love of science with students and the public. Her Fallen Brook High School YA Series under the pen name, J.L. Wyer, was inspired by readers who wanted their teenagers to be able to enjoy the characters and story. The YA series is the result and is a reimagining of the adult Fallen Brook Series suitable for a teenage and YA audience aged 15+.


Bring Me Home by Nicola Haken @NicolaHaken


Title: Bring Me Home
Author: Nicola Haken
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 11, 2021


Hugo Hayes has it all; the voice, the money, the looks. Adored by fans all over the world, there’s nothing more he could ever wish for. Or so it appears. But no one sees what happens off stage. Nobody knows where he came from, what he goes through, where he’s heading…

Except the girl he left behind. She’ll know. She always did.

Helen Jenkins is starting over. Back on the diet and heading for a career change, it’s time to stop wallowing in the past and give up missing the best friend who traded her in for fame and glory eight years ago. Harder than it sounds when his image and voice seem to follow her wherever she goes…

Harder still when he appears at her front door one rainy spring night.

Hugo is falling. After all these years, will Helen still be prepared to catch him before the inevitable crash? Or has he lost the only home he’s ever known, forever?




We had to wait for the cameras to capture an appropriate amount of applause before someone shouted, “Cut!” and when they did, I was outta that chair before the word had finished leaving their mouth. I stormed from the set, ripping the mic pack from my back, eyes focused on my target.
He raised his hands in a protective stance, his mouth melting into an apologetic frown.
“Don’t ever do that to me again,” I barked, shoving the mic pack into his chest. I didn’t wait around to listen to his excuses or apologies. I needed out. Out of the studio, out of the heat, the whole fucking building. I barged past crew members, blustered through mazes of corridors lined with framed photos of stars from the various TV shows produced here, until I found a set of exit doors.
The rush of air smacking me in the face as I pushed open the double doors felt like breaking the surface of the ocean. Finally, I could breathe again, after being pinned under water for almost an hour, splashing, screaming, begging, too far from the shore for anyone to notice. Outside, I leaned back against a wall, closed my eyes. I had about a minute before hyperventilation set in and I lost control of my senses.
Breathe, I told myself. One, two, three, four…hold… I inhaled slowly, focused on my diaphragm, the vision of it expanding a little more with every breath. One, two, three, four… Box breathing, a therapist had called it back in my high school days. Belly breathing, said another. Sometimes it worked, if I noticed myself slipping in time. Other times, the anxiety flourished so quickly it retained all the power, leaving me helpless. Scared.
“There you are.” I was vaguely aware of Helen’s voice, but I couldn’t distract myself enough to focus on it. “Hugo?”
One, two, three, four
“It’s okay, Hugo. I’m right here.”
I heard her footsteps come closer. It made my heart rate spike, the nerves under my skin feel like barbed wire. No. Not Helen. If I couldn’t bear Helen’s touch…where did that leave me?
Alone. Forever.
One, two, three, four
“It’ll be over soon,” Helen whispered, cupping my cheek.
I felt the muscles freeze inside my body. Nausea tore through my stomach. Irritation tightened my lips. “Get off,” I mouthed, teeth gritted. I felt like a bastard, a useless and selfish motherfucker, but I couldn’t stand it. Her skin on my skin. The sound of her breath. “I’m sorry,” I choked out, because I was. Truly fucking sorry. I loved her…but I couldn’t be near her, couldn’t even look at her. Not yet.
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” she said softly, footsteps retreating. She understood. She fucking understood.
Why? Why was she still here? She deserved better than this.
The end befell eventually. Always did. After what could’ve been several minutes or an hour, a sense of calm encircled me, floated from above like weightless chiffon and moulded itself to my body. Breathing became natural again. I could smell the brine from the canal that ran the length of the studios and beyond. I could hear Helen…and appreciate her.
My eyes peeled open. “Hey.”
She smiled, though her eyes looked heavy. Sad. “Hey.”


Born in Manchester, England, Nicola Haken is an author of multiple genre-hopping romance novels, including Bring Me Home, Broken, and Goodbye Kate. She lives in Rochdale with her husband, four children, and a menagerie of pets, is addicted to Pepsi Max and chicken nuggets, and wishes Harry Styles was her best friend. Like one of her characters, Hugo Hayes, Nicola is autistic, and has battled with her mental health her entire life – winning every time…eventually. With two of her kids also on the spectrum, life can get pretty…interesting! When she’s not locked in her office playing with her imaginary friends, she can usually be found reading, binge-watching boxsets, or belting out great songs and pretending she doesn’t sound like a cat in distress. Oh, and if the kids ever ask, she moonlights as the Pink Power Ranger while they’re sleeping…


Unhinged by Ren Alexander @author_renalexander @GiveMeBooksPR

Title: Unhinged
Series: Unraveled Renegade #2
Author: Ren Alexander
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Sarah Kil Creative Studio
Release Date: January 13, 2022


Love and hate collide when Greg Rodwell spills his secrets to two women, torching all three worlds.

Yeah, I did it. In pouring out my heart to my married best friend, fate handed me an opening along with my unzipped fly, and I flung it against a wall before setting it on fire. What I did… I should regret it, but the only lesson I learned was I should’ve done it sooner. That reality hurts like a… Still, I know this will haunt Hadley and me forever.

On the other hand, living with Simone’s betrayal—mocking me and setting me up just like they did to me over a decade ago—I’m a live wire of animosity. My darkness was never supposed to see the light of day, but she gift-wrapped it for the world to tear open. She trashed our friendship. I hope that fact haunts her forever too.

Ditching Richmond, that life-changing night, and both chicks, I try to restart or take a breather—something my sister never had before she died. Unfortunately, and uninvited, I’m not the only passenger on this displeasure cruise. My recent screw-up is a roadblock in every way imaginable until I discover her weakness: guilt. I grab on to that sucker because to ease her conscience, she wants to make it right with me. Which she will. To rebuild my life, I need a tour guide to show me the ropes, in a bedroom and a woman. While I lack the experience, she’s skilled in that department. And before I cut her loose, she’ll make me one too. She owes me. Restraint be damned.

Unhinged is Book 2 of a new series, but you’ll achieve maximum shock and awe if the Wild Sparks Series and The Keys to Jericho are read first.


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Ren Alexander writes steamy contemporary romance, including the Wild Sparks Series, and contributes to K. Bromberg’s Everyday Heroes Series from her desk in Motown—Detroit, Michigan. Yes, part of her state is shaped like a mitten, 8 Mile Road really exists, and Eminem is her neighbor and carpool buddy. Unfortunately, she and Slim Shady don’t ride in the same car. She’s still working on that part.

Writing her romance novels with a big dose of reality, the good and bad, Ren embraces the gritty and raw with a side of funny and crazy. No matter what, there is always an explosion. You never know what you’ll get in her mixed bag. That’s personal, anyway.

Ren lives in Detroit, Michigan, with her husband, two daughters, and two cats.

Ricardo’s Collision by Christina & Edward Sledge #Excerpt #Reveal @house_sledge @inkslingerpr

Edward & Christina Sledge are excited to share an excerpt for their upcoming contemporary suspense thriller! Ricardo’s Collision releases on October 12th!

Title Ricardo’s Collision

Author: Edward and Christina Sledge

Genre: Contemporary Suspense Thriller

Release Date: October 12th

About Ricardo’s Collision:

Years after disappearing from Brooklyn in disgrace, businessman Ricardo Desire is found dead in his home. A glimpse of Ricardo’s past reveals a salacious love triangle and double life and in the aftermath of his death, the lives of those he knew begin to unravel. Olena Jackson is the detective assigned to the high profile case and the more she digs, the more lies and bodies she uncovers. Although Ricardo is dead, for the people left behind, the collision course is just getting started.  

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Exclusive Excerpt:

“After weeks of playing around and following her, I decided I needed to talk to her, so I walked up to her desk. “Excuse me. I don’t want to be rude, but you are one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen.” She looked up at me and smiled. “For a fine man who could have any woman he wanted, you sure do a lot of stalking.” “Stalking?” “I’ve been watching you watching me, and to be honest, every afternoon I daydream about you grabbing me by my arm, taking me into the storage closet, tearing my clothes off, and having your way with me. Anything you wanted to do, you did it.” “Wow. I thought about trying to have babies with you.” “Mr. Desire. I need you to place me on your bed and…..” 

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About the Author:

Christina and Edward live in Maryland with their two daughters. They have been happily married for more than 21 years. Born and raised in Brooklyn, NY, Christina received an undergraduate degree from Temple University and a graduate degree from The George Washington University. Edward received an undergraduate degree from Georgia Southern University and a graduate degree from Towson University. They started Sledge House Publishing and Media in 2021. Both are planning to write more books together in the future.

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Varsity Captain by Ginger Scott #Cover @thegingerscott

Varsity Captain will be here October 15th!PRE-ORDER HERE
Varsity Captain is a new mature YA coming of age sports romance releasing on October 15th! Pre-Order yours and don’t forget to add it to your TBR!
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June Mabee is a lot of things. 
She’s the girl next door.
She’s the best friend I ever had.
She was my first kiss, as awkward as it was.
And she’s the last person I should have feelings for. Ever.

Two years ago, I cut all ties with her because I had no choice. No more late night phone calls, no hellos or goodbyes, not even a passing smile. I left her to wonder what happened to the us we used to be. We were best friends, and then suddenly…we weren’t. And I know it hurt. But the truth would have hurt her more, and being anything with June would have destroyed my family.
For a while, we managed to exist a hundred feet apart with no connection at all. She changed schools. I kept busy. We existed, apart. But no matter how hard I tried to not think about her, I just couldn’t stay away from the funny, adventurous, steadfast girl with wild green eyes.

She’s back. We’re seniors now. We’ve grown—all of us. And while I might be different, she’s different too. She takes risks, stands up for herself and doesn’t back down. The more we’re forced together, the more I miss her. But for June to be a part of my story, I need to tell her the whole truth, everything that happened. And I’m not sure any of us are ready for that.
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Cruel Surrender by Terri Anne Browning @AuthorTERRIANNE @GiveMeBooksPR

Title: Cruel Surrender
Series: Angels Halo MC Next Gen #8
Author: Terri Anne Browning
Genre: MC/Mafia Romance
Release Date: September 28, 2021


Destroy the Vitucci family from the inside out. Break them as they had broken our great-grandmother.

That was the plan.
Then I set eyes on Ciana Donati.
The moment she appeared before me, everything changed.

Sheena might think that I was her loyal soldier, but I was the one she should fear.

All I wanted was a little time away from the craziness that was my life as a Vitucci princess. I promised to be on my best behavior if they would just let me go on vacation—and I meant to keep that promise.

Then I saw the sexy stranger on his balcony next door, and my entire world shifted.
I didn’t plan to fall for him, but as we shared bottles of wine and our darkest secrets under the stars each night, I gave him my heart.
Never once imagining it was all part of his plan to use me to hurt the person I loved most.

Heartbroken, I returned home, determined to forget the biggest mistake of my life.
But I brought a lot more with me than just a shattered heart.






Terri Anne Browning is a USA TODAY bestselling author. Being dyslexic, she never thought a career in writing would be possible, yet she has been on bestselling lists multiple times since 2013. Reese: A Safe Haven Novella was her first Indie published book. The Rocker Who Holds Me changed the tables and kicked off The Rocker… series featuring the sinfully delicious members of Demon’s Wings. The Rocker… Series is now complete with 12 books and the occasional novella. Other books by Terri Anne include the Angel’s Halo MC Series, as well as The Lucy & Harris Novella Series, The Vitucci Mafiosos Series, and The Tainted Knights Rocker Series.

Terri Anne lives in Virginia with her husband, their three demons—err, children–and a hyper Frenchie named Grunt.


Love Reimagined by Alina Lane @AlinaLaneAuthor @GiveMeBooksPR

Title: Love Reimagined
Series: HeartFelt #2
Author: Alina Lane
Genre: Contemporary Small Town Romance
Release Date: September 23, 2021


As a committed bachelor, I never met a challenge I couldn’t talk myself into.

Show up at my best friend’s author signing in a dress? You bet. Besides, I look good.

An impulsive engagement to the love of my life? Great decision until I found her in bed with a tourist.

Open up my heart again? True love deserves your best—okay, you can stop right there. The closest I’ve come is last year’s one-night stand—Olivia, you’re the only exception I’d ever make.

Until my next rock-climbing programs are short one instructor, and guess who fate delivers to my group?

Seems our friends are desperate to play matchmaker—the least I can do is agree to pretend she’s already taken. You know, by me.

That is until I feel the first chink in my bachelor armor. It’s stupid, but…I’m tempted. Even though opening our hearts means opening our pasts, and I can tell Olivia’s got secrets of her own.

I always knew my next dare might be the one that broke me, but when the facts come out, one thing is for sure: what hurts the most aren’t the truths we tell, but the secrets we keep.






Alina Lane writes swoony, steamy, romance that combines all three to capture you from page one and keep you hooked long past the happily ever after.

A pocket sized powerhouse, Alina lives with her personal Hunky Hero and two children in Arizona. Slathering on sunscreen and living life to its fullest she enjoys hiking, camping, fishing and rock climbing in her desert backyard.

When not hard at work on your next literary escape, you can find Alina embracing her bad-assery on Call of Duty, binge reading or shopping for nail dip sets to compliment her book covers.