Pretty Twisted Lies by Emily Bowie @emilybowie82 @givemebookspr



Title: Pretty Twisted Lies
Author: Emily Bowie
Genre: New Adult Romance
Release Date: June 17, 2020
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Kellie Dare was never meant to be mine. We existed in two different worlds.
Mine was dark, dangerous, and unpredictable. Her’s held prestige, wealth and
promise. I was never her white knight but allowed her to believe it until the
day she forgot she was mine. I quickly became the villain who would stop at
nothing to keep her.
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Author Bio
Emily Bowie is from a small town in Western Canada. She has
been making characters come to life through her writing since she was old
enough to put her thoughts on paper.  She loves her white wine cold, her
heels red, and her books spicy.
She married her high school sweetheart and they have two
amazing children.
She is the author to the Bennett Brothers Series.
Recklessly Mine, Recklessly Forbidden, & Recklessly
When she is not writing she can be found reading a good
book, making digital scrapbooks and being physically active—whether it is at
the gym, going for a walk, or playing /keep up with her children.
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Cream-Pied (Dirty. Tough. Female 2) by Kat Addams #RomanticComedy @givemebookspr @KatAddamsAuthor


Title: Cream-Pied
Series: DTF (Dirty. Tough. Female.) #2
Author: Kat Addams
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: June 16, 2020


DTF. Support your local girl gang!Me and my dirty, tough female besties were stripping it down at The Steamy
Clam!I knew that my side hustle as a stripper would pay my bills, but who would have
thought the pole life would lead to a proposal?

A fake one anyway …

Then again, I knew divine intervention when I saw it.

And that fake relationship might be the realest thing I’d ever felt.

I was minding my business, slaying my goals, living my best life with my girl
gang—on my own terms. Love was the last thing on my mind. Marriage just wasn’t
in the cards for me. I never considered myself wifey material.

Staying at home, baking cookies and washing laundry?
Forget it!

Then, Weston, with his big heart and bushy beard, snuck his way into my
feelings. His family was prim and perfect, and my edgy attitude and I were

He needed a fiancée to secure his place in the family business, and I needed
cash to pay off my debts from a string of mooching exes.

This crazy lie was a win-win for both of us. How could I say no?

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Kat Addams is a forever twenty-nine-year-old fashionista
following her lifelong dream of writing contemporary romance inspired by the
exotic men she meets in her worldly travels. At least, that’s what she would
like for you to think. She’s certainly not a stay-at-home mom indulging in
excessive daydreaming, frozen pizzas, an unhealthy addiction to purchasing
pajamas, and one too many cocktails on the regular. That’s some other romance
author. The poor thing probably has to sneak away upstairs to write her dirty
stories! What would her family think? Thankfully, that’s not Kat!



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Sassy Blonde by Stacey Kennedy @Stacey_Kennedy @inkslingerpr

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Title: Sassy Blonde

Author: Stacey Kennedy

Genre: Contemporary Romance

About Sassy Blonde:

From USA Today bestselling author Stacey Kennedy comes a steamy contemporary romance featuring a brooding hero with too much baggage, a spirited heroine who is always up for adventure, and a sexy-as-hell road trip that will change their lives forever.

Maisie Carter has always been a free spirit. An artist by nature, she has no idea what she’s doing as co-owner of Three Chicks Brewery. But she’s determined to prove to her older sisters that she can be an asset to their grandfather’s beer legacy. The best way to do that? Make the rounds at Colorado’s craft brewery festivals and turn Foxy Diva, their top beer, into an award winner. Unfortunately, after more than one “beer mishap,” it becomes clear that she’s going to need some help.

Hayes Taylor knows he has a chip on his shoulder, but he has no interest in working through his traumatic past. He just wants to work on his horse farm, alone. The last thing he needs in his life is a woman, especially his dead wife’s best friend, the sweet-as-pie Maisie Carter. But she’s always brought out his protective instincts, and he can hardly say ‘no’ when she asks for his help…

As the two embark on the festival tour, beer filled days turn into lust filled nights, and neither Maisie nor Hayes can deny their growing attraction. But Hayes knows love leads to heartbreak…. Can Maisie show him that their love is worth the risk?


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“You’re fired.”

Maisie balked at Clara, trying to ignore the dinging alarm coming from the hospital room across the hallway. She’d been in the hospital for six terribly long hours now. After she’d been knocked out, and an orthopedic surgeon realigned the fracture fragments, they’d given her a horribly ugly splint. While that all sucked, the worst part was that she had hurt her dominant hand. No painting. No drawing. No creating. For…weeks? That was bad. But this? “You can’t fire me,” she implored.

“You and Amelia gave me full control of running the business, so I obviously can,” Clara said, placing her hands on her hips. “Even before your accident, I seriously doubted you could do this. Now? Maisie, let’s be real here, you can’t handle the festivals.”

Defeat sank in, and even Maisie doubted herself, but yet, she still asked, “Who says I can’t?”

Clara waved at the saline bag attached to Maisie’s hand and then pointed at Maisie’s broken finger. “I’d say today is evidence enough this isn’t working out.” Her sister’s expression softened, and she took Maisie’s uninjured hand and squeezed tight. “I know you wanted to do something more for the brewery than the logos and signage, and you tried. We’re proud of you.”

Amelia nodded and gave a soft smile. “So proud.”

Clara added, “But you’ve been struggling at this before you even hit the ground running. We’ll just have to find you something else to do within the company.”

But there wasn’t anything else for Maisie to do, and they all knew it. Clara was the brains of the operation. Amelia was creator of the beer. Even, Penelope, their cousin, had taken over the brewery tours since Maisie, well…sucked at that too. Maisie was the painter, the dreamer, the woman trying desperately to fit into the box that she didn’t fit in. “Okay, I know having the keg fall on my hand wasn’t my finest moment,” she hedged, “but I can fix this.”

Clara’s brows rose. “How?”

“I’ll figure that out soon,” Maisie said with a smile.

Clara frowned. “That sugary sweet smile has gotten you many, many chances, but I’m afraid you’re out of them.”

No! No. This couldn’t happen. Clara and Amelia had been fulfilling their end of their bargain. Maisie may have broken her finger, but she was determined to do the same. To help fulfill Pops’s final wish. “Just give me one more try,” she pleaded. “Please.”

Obviously taking pity on Maisie, Amelia cut in, nudging Clara’s arm. “It’s not going to hurt anyone to give her one more chance.”

A muscle near Clara’s eye twitched. Like, maybe a few of those gray hairs she dyed lately were because of Maisie. She finally huffed, then said to Maisie, “I don’t even pretend to know how you’ll pull this off, but fine, one more chance. That’s it, though, Maisie. Our reputation is riding on these festivals.”

“Got it,” Maisie said with a firm nod.

Clara loosed another breath and stepped closer to the bed to drop a kiss on Maisie’s forehead. “I’m sorry about your finger.”

Clara wasn’t all tough. She had an incredibly soft heart. It was just that her heart had thorns around it, ready to hurt, if need be. Maisie couldn’t blame her. Clara had Mason to think of, and being a single mom was a big weight. The brewery had to succeed.

“Thanks,” Maisie said, studying her finger in the splint. “It actually doesn’t even hurt anymore.” She smiled at her sisters. “But maybe that’s the morphine talking.”

Amelia chuckled, her eyes twinkling. “Probably, but since you are feeling better, how about I go see about getting you out of here?”

“Lord, yes, please.” Maisie had been stuffed into a semi-private room, the blue curtain separating her and the next bed. She didn’t want to be there when that next person came in.

Clara grabbed her purse off the seat. “I need to pick up Mason from the sitter. She’s probably wondering where I am.” When Clara reached the curtain, she turned back. “You’re really okay?”

Maisie nodded. “The only thing hurting right now is my ego.”

Clara’s brow wrinkled, obviously disbelieving. “Okay, call me if you need me. I’ll stop off at the pharmacy and pick up your painkiller prescription”

Maisie often felt bad for Clara. The burden of responsibility always rested on her shoulders. Maisie couldn’t remember the last time Clara ever did anything for herself. “Thanks. Love you.” She forced a smile, giving her sisters a quick wave before they shut the curtain closed behind them.

The moment they were gone, tears pricked Maisie’s eyelids. One more chance, and then what? Before she broke her finger, she had doubts she could pull off the beer festivals without epically screwing up. Now? Even she knew the finish line was near impossible to reach. She couldn’t even move a damn keg without it falling on her.

This was beginning to feel like a nightmare she couldn’t wake up from. Being a disappointment to her sisters was normal. She’d always been Maisie, the baby who always got caught sneaking out and never followed the rules. But disappointing her grandfather, not seeing his final wish for the girls he’d raised come true, was harder to stomach. She slowly breathed through the pain, knowing one thing for certain—she could not fail.

Voices stirred next to her as nurses rolled a bed in. A moment later, a high feminine voice snapped, “Sir, you need to stay in your bed.”

“I’m fine. If you’d just let me go, I’d show you.”

There was a muffled creak as the person adjusted in the bed before the nurse practically growled, “I’m going to sedate you if you don’t stay put.”

Maisie fought her laughter at that low baritone voice. Only one man would cause someone so much grief. She slid off the bed, grabbed the curtain, and whisked it open. First, she met the nurse’s scowl. Then she met Hayes’s whiskey-colored eyes. He practically filled the hospital bed with six-foot-two feet of pure, hardworking muscle. And just the sight of him warmed Maisie’s belly.

That was a problem lately. Hayes had always been Laurel’s guy. Then Hayes had become a friend. But over the last few months, something had shifted between them, and Maisie still couldn’t figure out why her heart suddenly wanted him. But there was no denying the draw there, the want, the need. She’d tried to fight her growing attraction, feeling horribly guilty, but there was no point. Her heart demanded Hayes. While she knew Laurel would want them to be happy, Hayes hadn’t acted on the attraction, and neither had Maisie. Yet. To keep things light, she joked, “Aw, you felt so bad I was in here, you wanted to join me.”

Hayes’s mouth twitched, his eyes warming when they met hers. “Didn’t want you feeling left out,” he said.

A snort came from the doorway. Maisie glanced up, catching Beckett’s bemused expression. “I told him to wear armor. He didn’t listen.”

Maisie smiled at Beckett, but her smile fell when she glanced at Hayes. “What happened?”

Hayes looked more than annoyed, his eye twitching. “After your sisters brought you here, I went back to the farm. I had little a disagreement with a horse.”

“No,” the nurse said. “He fell off a horse, and that’s why he needs to stay in this bed.”

Maisie gave Hayes a totally fake chastising look. “You’re not being a terrible patient, are you?”

Hayes set his jaw. “I don’t want to be a patient at all.”

The nurse frowned at him. “You might have a concussion. The doctor wants you to stay overnight, just to be safe.”

“Yeah, that’s not happening.” Hayes sat up, his large frame filling up the small space. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, sand falling off his cowboy boots.

Maisie took in the dirt covering his worn blue jeans and black T-shirt, realizing he most definitely did have a fall.

When he went to stand, she grabbed him by the arm with her uninjured hand, desperately aware of the muscles stretching and flexing beneath her fingers. “Don’t be stupid.” She pressed her hand to his chest and he willingly let her push him back on the bed. When the warmth of his eyes returned to hers, time stopped. She became instantly lost, trapped by the intensity she saw on his face. He slowly wrapped his fingers around her wrist, and maybe because it was the anniversary of Laurel’s death, or something else altogether, but she remembered the last time his fingers wrapped around her wrist.

“Maisie. Go home.”

Maisie stood in the dark bedroom in the empty house. She had no idea how bad Hayes’s depression had gotten, when she’d been so deep in her own. Then Beckett called and begged her to help. Now, here, with Hayes, she couldn’t believe her eyes, and yet, she understood, having been so lost herself.

The beautiful, expensive property that Hayes bought when he moved back to River Rock had been gorgeous when she’d come for the spreading of Laurel’s ashes on the weeping willow hanging over the creek. Now, without him mowing the lawn or tending to the property, everything was overgrown. The three-bedroom house had no furniture. Hayes slept on a camping mat on the floor, the curtains on the windows were drawn. The darkness of the place was near stifling.

She’d been right where he was. Until her sisters’ love brought her back to life.

Determined to get Hayes there too, she moved to the curtains and whisked them open, letting the sunlight spill inside. She turned back, finding Hayes lying curled on his side, looking thin, his hair long, his beard far past scruffy. “You’re getting up,” she told him. “We’re going outside.”

When he didn’t move, she dropped to her knees next to him. He rolled onto his back and she placed her hand on his chest. “Laurel would be devastated if she saw you like this. You’re going to get up and face each day, with me here, until we both have some kind of life worth living.”

Tears welled in his eyes. His fingers wrapped around her wrist tight. “I’ve got nothing left.”

“That’s not true,” she said, hearing the raw emotion in her voice. “You’ve got me.” She grabbed the blanket and yanked it off, paying no attention to the fact that he was naked. She tossed him the jeans that rested in a heap on the floor next to him. “Get dressed. I’m making you breakfast.”

Maisie blinked away the memory of the day Hayes had become her friend, instead of just Laurel’s husband. They’d come through dark times together, and they had history together. So much history. Some good. Some bad. Some unimaginably painful. But this new thing that had sprung out of nowhere over the last few months made her cheeks hot, and she averted his gaze. What was once friendly between them had become taut with tension that seemed to get tighter every day. This man staring at her wasn’t broken anymore. Hunger lived in his eyes. “You need to stay here,” she told him. “Let them look you over.”

“I’m fine,” he said, his voice lower than before.

Not wanting to, but knowing she had to, she slowly took her hand off his chest, watching her fingers drag against the hard muscles, feeling like touching him wasn’t all that friendly anymore. “I’ve been here all day,” she pointed out. “You can endure getting looked over.”

He held her stare. “Fine, I’ll get looked over. But there”—he glared at the nurse—“is no way in hell I’m staying the night.”

The nurse turned away, but even Maisie saw her roll her eyes as she left the room.

Beckett laughed.

Maisie nudged Hayes’s shoulder. “Be nice. You’re really annoying her.”

Hayes snorted, lying his head back against the pillow, staring up at the ceiling, that muscle in his jaw twitching again. “Believe me, the feeling is mutual.”


About Stacey Kennedy:

Stacey Kennedy is a USA Today bestselling author who writes contemporary romances full of heat, heart, and happily ever afters. With over 50 titles published, her books have hit Amazon, B&N, and Apple Books bestseller lists.


Stacey lives with her husband and two children in southwestern Ontario—in a city that’s just as charming as any of the small towns she creates. Most days, you’ll find her enjoying the outdoors with her family or venturing into the forest with her horse, Priya. Stacey’s just as happy curled up indoors, where she writes surrounded by her lazy dogs. She believes that sexy books about hot cowboys or alpha heroes can fix any bad day. But wine and chocolate help too.


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A Date for Good Luck by Heidi McLaughlin & LP Dover @LPDover @HeidiJoVT



Title: A Date for Good Luck
Series: Dating #3
Authors: Heidi McLaughlin & LP Dover
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 9, 2020


Kiss the Blarney Stone, Hope Dunn is going to
need some good ole fashion Irish luck! In the chaos of tax season the
Arizona accountant is pulled away to stand in her cousin’s wedding. All it
takes is one step back in the Big Apple, and she regrets making the trip. True
to character, her mother uses their time together to hound Hope about getting
married and settling down. 
Still, Hope fulfills
her bridesmaid obligations by joining the bridal party for a shamrock wearing,
pint chugging St. Paddy’s day blow out. There she runs into best
man—and smokin’ hot ginger—Kellan Townsend. Far too much green beer later,
she finds out exactly what that fine Irish lad keeps under his kilt. 
Afterwards, Hope
wants nothing more than to walk of shame her way into a dark room and nurse her
hangover. Unfortunately, wedding demands won’t allow it. As if facing Kellan
isn’t awkward enough, her mother picks that moment to launch into a fresh
guilt-trip over her lack of grandbabies. Like a lucky little Leprechaun, Kellan
cuts in with a magical offer. 
A pretend romance to
get her mother off her back seems like a wish granted. But Kellan has an agenda
all his own. Can he use this opportunity to jig his way straight into Hope’s
heart? Or will he need a four-leaf clover to get past this workaholic’s
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Kellan nods toward the bar. “Ready?” He holds out his arm
and it’s as if my body moves of its own accord. I take it and he leads me to
the bar. “Let me guess, green beer?”
“Please,” I scoff, waving him off, “it’s St. Patrick’s Day.
I want a true Irish-inspired drink.”
The bartender walks over to us. “What’ll it be you two?”
Kellan looks to me. “Ladies first.”
“I’ll take an Irish Eyes,” I say. The bartender nods and
smiles and then turns to Kellan.
Kellan laughs at me. “Irish whiskey, huh? I think I’ll do
the same.” The bartender pours the whiskey in a glass and mixes it with a
little cream and green crème de menthe. Kellan holds up his glass and looks in my
eyes. “It actually matches your eyes. But you’re not Irish.”
I shake my head. “Nope. Got a lot of German in me though.”
Kellan takes a sip of his drink. “Don’t know why this is
called Irish Eyes. The most common eye color among Irish is blue.”
Holding up my glass, I clank it against his. “Just like
His blue eyes twinkle and I avert my gaze to my drink. The
way he looks at me makes things stir inside of me and I really don’t need my
insides to be stirred right now, or even think of it for that matter. I should
probably stop drinking.
“So, tell me,” Kellan calls out, “how long are you in town
I take a sip of my drink, it’s loaded with Irish whiskey.
“Only till the wedding,” I respond, meeting his gaze again. “After that, I have
to get back.” 
His lips pull back slightly in that sexy grin of his. “So,
not long then. Hate to hear it.” I’m starting to hate it too. Shaking my head,
I try to drive all indecent thoughts out of my mind, but all I can think about
is hearing his voice in the dark, whispering in my ear as he touches me. I push
the drink aside and Kellan laughs. “Too much for you?”
I rub a hand over my face. The room feels hot, but that’s
probably because I’m tipsy and he’s making me want things I shouldn’t.
“Actually, I was a little drunk to begin with. I think I need some air.”
Kellan takes my hand. “Come on. There’s a private area out
back we can sit. I’ll grab you a bottle of water and we can go out there.”
He asks the bartender for a water and hands it to me. We
walk out of the private room into the hallway and I guzzle the water as we head
toward the door. When Kellan opens it, it leads out onto a balcony that
overlooks the river. There are people everywhere and I can hear their
chattering, but the cool air feels good on my skin.
“Better?” Kellan asks.
I nod. “Much. I just needed some fresh air.” There are two
wrought iron chairs and he guides me into one.
“How much have you had to drink today?”
Groaning, I close my eyes. “Well … I was forced into taking
Jell-O shots in the limo. To be honest, I’m not a huge drinker. Doesn’t take
much to get me drunk.” Kellan laughs and it makes me smile. That’s one of the
things I never forgot about him … the way he laughs. 
“What are you smiling about?” he asks, laughing again.
I turn to face him. “Your laugh. I remember it from a long
time ago. You were always so fun to be around. I always thought you’d end up
with Hannah one day.”
Smiling, he shakes his head. “No. I always had my eye on
someone else. Didn’t work out though.”
“You mean Bridget?” I ask.
“Fuck no,” he blurts out. “That was over a long time ago.”
His smile fades and I can see a flash of pain in those blue
eyes of his. “What happened?”
Sighing, he looks off into the distance. “She did me wrong.
Never thought I’d get hurt, but I did. After she left me for someone else, I
just didn’t give a shit anymore.”
“Is that when you started growing a beard? In the pictures
Hannah and Hallie sent over the years, I thought you were a homeless man.”
That’s not exactly true. He’s always been good looking, but I really did hate
the long, scraggly beard. Now, he looks sexy with just the stubble.
Kellan chuckles hard. “You thought I looked homeless? That’s
messed up, Hope.”
I shrug. “Hey, you don’t look it now.” I glance down at his
green get up. “Right now, you look like a leprechaun.”
He peers down at my green tutu. “And you look like a silly
fairy.” But then he looks up at me and winks. “A cute one, by the way.” We
watch the people walk by on the street and they’re all having such a grand ole
time. It’s easy to get lost in the appeal. Feels like it’s been forever since
I’ve let loose and had fun.
Kellan leans back in his chair. “So, tell me about yourself.
What’s changed since the last time I saw you?”
I shrug. “Not much. Got older and left town.”
His brows lift curiously. “Dating anyone?”
“No,” I reply, shaking my head. “I was seeing someone a few
months ago, but it didn’t work out. We really didn’t have anything in common.
He was all into trail riding on his bike and I just couldn’t get into it. I
tried once and broke my wrist.”
Kellan snorts. “And did he wear that girly looking spandex
The thought makes me smile. “Yep, but he wasn’t very
masculine to begin with. Maybe that’s why I really wasn’t attracted to him. Not
that I need a man to protect me, but it’d be nice to have someone who could
defend my honor if need be.” I roll my eyes. “Okay, I must really be drunk to
say crap like that.”
He smirks. “I get it. A woman should feel protected when
she’s with her man.”
The door opens and Stewart steps out. “There you both are,”
he says, looking concerned.
Kellan stands and I do the same. “Is everything okay?”
Stewart sighs. “I think Hallie’s had too much to drink.
She’s sick so we’re going to head back to the house. The limo should be here in
five minutes.”
I nod. “We’ll be there.”
Usually, I’d want the night to end, but I don’t want it to
now. Plus, I don’t want to go home. My mother will still be awake and all too
ready to finish her conversation about how I need to get busy with my life and
find a husband. And if I don’t, she’ll handle it for me. My goal was to not go
home until I knew she was asleep.
“What’s wrong?” Kellan asks.
With a heavy sigh, I meet his gaze. “I don’t want to go home
just yet.”
He shrugs. “Then don’t. You can come with me and I’ll take
you home later.”
The thought tempts me, but I don’t know if it’s a good idea
or not. I trust Kellan not to do anything stupid, but the problem is me. I’m
the one I need to worry about.
“Are you sure?” I ask, second guessing myself, but then he
opens his lips and talks to me in that sexy Irish brogue.
“Come on, lassie. It’ll be fine.”
How can I say no to that?
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Heidi McLaughlin
Heidi McLaughlin is a New York Times,
Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author of The Beaumont
Series, The Boys of Summer, and The Archers.
Originally, from the Pacific Northwest, she now lives in picturesque Vermont, with her husband, two daughters, and
their three dogs.
In 2012, Heidi turned her passion for reading into a full-fledged literary career, writing over twenty
novels, including the acclaimed Forever My Girl.
When writing isn’t occupying her time, you can find her sitting courtside at either of her daughters’ basketball games.
Heidi’s first novel, Forever My Girl, has been adapted into a motion picture with LD Entertainment and Roadside Attractions, starring Alex
Roe and Jessica Rothe, and opened in theaters on January 19, 2018.
LP Dover
New York Times and USA Today bestselling
author L. P. Dover
 is a southern belle living in North Carolina with her husband and
two beautiful girls. Before she began her literary journey she worked in
periodontics, enjoying the wonderment of dental surgeries.
She loves to write, but she also loves to play golf, go on mountain
hikes, and has a passion for singing. Her youngest daughter, who she’s also
written a children’s book with, expects a concert each and every night before
bedtime, usually Christmas carols.
Dover has written countless novels in several different genres,
including a children’s book with her youngest daughter, but her favorite to
write is romantic suspense. However, she has found a new passion in romantic
comedy, especially involving sexy golfers. Who knew the sport could be so dirty
and fun to write about.

POWER SURGE by Kennedy L. Mitchell @inkslingerpr @KLMBooks

There’s more coming in Kennedy L. Mitchell’s Power Play series with the release POWER SURGE on June 22nd. Check out the cover and blurb and be sure to pre-order your copy today!


Now what?

Everything has changed, and not for the better. The not-so-perfect life I had as VP is gone, along with the team that’s been by my side each step of my political journey. Every move I make, every breath and thought, now affects millions, and the weight wears me down without Trey as a welcomed distraction.

They tell me war is coming, and I’m the one who has to stop it. But how is the question no one can answer. Past enemies lurk in the shadows while new ones hide in plain sight, stalking, watching, and waiting for the right moment to take me out. I need Trey back. I need them all by my side and ready to fight for me.

Can I undo the mess that my predecessor left in his wake, or will I break under the burden to save the world?

No pressure, right?

Power Surge is the fourth book in the five-book Power Play series and is a continuation of Randi and Trey’s epic love story. The books in this series cannot be read as standalones. All five books follow one main couple’s relationship as it grows through a five-year time period. It’s suspenseful, steamy, and oh so unputdownable. If you’re a fan of Tiffany Snow, Meghan March, and Skye Warren, then this series is for YOU!

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Kennedy lives in Dallas with her husband, son, and 80lb Goldendoodle who still believes he’s a lap dog. A bookworm at heart, Kennedy loves to snuggle up in bed or by the campfire with an unputdownable book. She began writing two years ago with Falling for the Chance and has no plans of stopping. Her novels are witty, action-packed, and offer enough steam for a great facial. If you like strong heroines and sexy, tattooed men who can’t keep their hands off them, then this author is the one for you.

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Learning Curves by Molly OHare @givemebookspr @MollyOHareBooks


Title: Learning Curves
Author: Molly O’Hare
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: June 8, 2020
Learning Curves is a single dad, enemies to lovers, curvy
girl rom-com with a teacher that everyone wished they had in school, and a
swoon-worthy dad that would do anything for his daughter. Throw in an
over-eating dog and watch what happens next.

To Spencer Hurley, women only left pain and destruction in their wake. The only
good thing that came from his disaster of an ex was his daughter, Annabelle.
Right now, making sure Belle was taken care of and getting her the help she
needed with her learning disabilities was his only focus. And if that meant
moving to a new town, consider the moving truck rented and packed.

Ellie Ryan spent her childhood being judged and bullied because of her learning
disabilities. Jokes on them, though, she was now the top special education
teacher in her district. See, Ellie totally had her life together. Kind of.
Maybe… Okay, really, she’s a word-vomiting, curvy, hot-mess, who hasn’t had a
date in who knows how long. And then there was Roxy, her rude over-eating dog.
Nevertheless, Ellie was fiercely protective of her students. She’d gladly rip
out the throat of anyone that dared to mess with her kids. Including their

So, please explain to Ellie why, even after calling her new student’s father
out during a disastrous parent-teacher meeting, Ellie couldn’t help being
insanely attracted to the gruff single dad? Somebody, please help her. Besides,
nothing good could come from it… right?



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I Never Let You Go by Stefanie Jenkins @givemebookspr



Title: I Never Let You Go
Series: I Never #3
Author: Stefanie Jenkins
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Ya’ll That Graphic
Photo: Lindee Robinson Photography
Models: Anthony Parker & Alyde Madej
Release Date: June 29, 2020
One word was all it took to change everything. For years,
Lauren Lawson believed happily ever afters didn’t exist for everyone—especially
her. Now a decade after watching the love of her life walk away, he’s back.
Finn Reynolds is determined to win her back, but Lauren is
scared. She keeps her feelings locked up to protect her fragile heart from
being shattered again. But Finn has a way of getting her to open up—he always
Can Lauren leave the past behind and move on to a future
where she never lets him go?

Finn steps farther up
to me so that our bodies are now touching. He’s so close that I have
to look up at him. “It’s just one dance, Lo.”
I look
toward the dance floor and pull the corner of my bottom lip between my
teeth, contemplating my answer. I’ve never been able to resist
Finn Reynolds—why start now? I can hear his voice in my head all the
times he said, “C’mon, Lo, just one more…” One more smile,
one more minute, one more kiss, one more orgasm. 
What’s one dance? 
I down the
rest of the champagne and place the glass back on the bar. I know that my
cheeks are flushed—I could easily blame that on the alcohol and not
at the idea that I’m about to be in Finn’s arms once again. I turn to
face him, holding one finger up. “One dance.” 
His smile
widens, knowing that he won. Don’t fall for it, Lauren. That
smile still seems to make me weak in the knees, and I hate it.”One dance,
I promise.” 
He extends
his hand in my direction. I glance down first as if it were a snake ready
to strike. He tries to set me at ease, confirming it’s just
one dance. I place my hand in his, and my body comes alive. I never had my
body react the way it does with Finn, no matter with all the guys
I tried to date to forget about him. 
He leads me
over to an opening on the dance floor before spinning me and pulling me to
his chest. 
“Show-off,” I
mutter under my breath but loud enough for him to hear me. His deep chuckle
vibrates my body with his closeness. I tuck my head into the crook of his neck
and close my eyes as he holds me, just like he did for all
of those dances in high school I dragged him to. 
He holds me
tighter as “Unchained Melody” by the Righteous Brothers continues to
play, and I let him. In fact, I cling to him the same way I
did at the airport, clutching to him as if he were my lifeline.
Time stops.
We are no longer in a church hall full of a hundred and some guests,
but it’s just Finn and me. I don’t care who’s watching us,
questions be damned later, as being in his arms just once is worth everything.
But is it enough?
irony isn’t lost on me as I listen to the lyrics. I squeeze my eyes
tighter to keep the tears at bay. Nothing compares to the feeling of being in
Finn’s arms.
“Lo.” The
way he breathes my name fills me with life. His head is resting
against the top of mine. I slowly lift my head meeting his
gaze. Is he going to kiss me? Do I want him to? I swallow
thickly as he closes the distance between us, and I close my eyes. I
can feel his breath on my skin. His nose brushes against mine, and my
heart is ready to jump out of my chest. 
“Lo, I lied. What if I want more than one dance?” His voice just above a
whisper, but it screams to my heart. “I miss you.”
My breath catches, and my eyes fly open. I feel as though the room is beginning to
close. I can’t do this, especially today of all days. I slowly back
away from him, needing the distance now more than ever. My bottom lip
quivers, but I refuse to let him see me break.
sorry, I can’t do this.” 
He takes a step toward me, and I keep pacing backward. “Lo,
No. There’s that
word again, the one that broke us the first time. 
It was
only supposed to be one dance. He promised—another broken promise. Finn
Reynolds seems to be full of them.
I need to escape. I spin on my heels, leaving a trail of smoke in my path and Finn alone on the dance floor. I should’ve know…because all those “one mores” always turned into several more.
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Stefanie Jenkins writes contemporary romance and lives in
Surf City, North Carolina with her husband and two sons. Born and raised in
Maryland, Stefanie brings her favorite parts of her hometown to life in her
books. She is a coffee addict, wine connoisseur, hockey fan & lover of all
romances – give her all the swoon & angst.
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The Curve Ball by Samantha Lind @givemebookspr @samanthalind1



Title: The Curve Ball
Series: Indianapolis Lightning #2
Author: Samantha Lind
Genre: Contemporary Sports Romance
Cover Design: Juliana Cabrera, Jersey Girl Design
Photo: Eric Wainwright
Model: Eric Janicki
Release Date: June 18, 2020
I had the perfect bachelor’s life.
No obligations. 
No commitments.
The greatest job in the world, all while being paid millions to do it.
Until I became a dad overnight.
My world turned upside down, 
I went from ballfields and bars to dirty diapers and bottles. 
I turned to my best friend for help but ended up with his little sister.
Now, all I want is the one woman I can’t have.
She’s the curveball I never saw coming.
The one woman I’m willing to commit to and change my old ways for.
I just have to show her that we can be a family.
Indianapolis was my fresh start.
A new place near my family. 
When my brother’s best friend ended up with a surprise baby dropped on his doorstep,
I was the perfect nanny for the job.
Everything was falling into place,
If only I could keep my mind and hands off the playboy baller dad.
Working for someone you are attracted to is hard.
But when he’s your brother’s best friend and you live with him?
Talk about impossible.
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lives with her husband and two sons. She enjoys spending time with her family,
traveling, reading, watching hockey (Go Knights Go!), and listening to country
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Asher by Carian Cole @cariancole @givemebookspr


Title: Asher
Series: Ashes & Embers #6
Author: Carian Cole
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 3, 2020
I should have died.
I should have been
But I didn’t, and I
Living the life most women only dream about, I was madly in
love with my soulmate—Asher Valentine—amazing husband, loving father, and
rock’s favorite kick-ass front man. A man who loved me every day, in every way,
since we first met as teens. We were blessed with a beautiful
daughter who was the light of our life. My all-female rock band was tearing up
the charts.
Then tragedy struck, and I lost it all.
Now all I have is a stack of journals, an antique key, and a
big black void where my memories should be.
Used to be.
And I have him—this man with wild hair, tattoos from head to
toe, a soft voice, and an even softer touch that gives me butterflies. He’s
clearly hopelessly in love with his wife.
I’m told that’s me.
But that wife is gone, and she took everything they once
had, leaving me in her place.
A broken replacement. A new version that doesn’t quite fit.
I’m slowly falling in love with him, but will he ever truly
love me? Or will he forever be in love
with her, the phantom woman who
haunts us both?
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Carian Cole
has a passion for the bad boys, those covered in tattoos, sexy smirks, ripped
jeans, fast cars, motorcycles and of course, the sweet girls who try to tame
them and win their hearts.

Born and raised a Jersey girl, Carian now resides in beautiful New Hampshire
with her husband and their multitude of furry pets. She spends most of her time
writing, reading, and vacuuming.

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Sugar Ellie by Sarah Hegger @givemebookspr



Title: Sugar Ellie
Series: Soiled Doves #1
Author: Sarah Hegger
Genre: Western Historical Romance
Release Date: June 2, 2020


She’s all that’s sweet…
They call her Sugar Ellie and she’s sweet,
sassy and sexy as all hell. She’s also the pint-sized feisty madam of a
cathouse in Rattler’s Gulch, Colorado. Forced to escape her scheming family,
Sugar turns to smooth talking gambler and fast gun, Cole “Whisky” Mansfield.
But Cole has his own demons to wrangle as he
faces a past that sent him west.
Thrown together by necessity, and held
together by their fierce attraction, Cole is also about to discover just how
unique a madam Sugar Ellie really is.


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Born British and raised in South Africa, Sarah Hegger
suffers from an incurable case of wanderlust. Her match? A hot Canadian
engineer, whose marriage proposal she accepted six short weeks after they first
met. Together they’ve made homes in seven different cities across three different
continents (and back again once or twice). If only it made her multilingual,
but the best she can manage is idiosyncratic English, fluent Afrikaans,
conversant Russian, pigeon Portuguese, even worse Zulu and enough French to get
herself into trouble.
Mimicking her globe trotting adventures, Sarah’s career path
began as a gainfully employed actress, drifted into public relations, settled a
moment in advertising, and eventually took root in the fertile soil of her
first love, writing. She also moonlights as a wife and mother. She currently
lives in Ottawa, Canada, filling her empty nest with fur babies. Part footloose
buccaneer, part quixotic observer of life, Sarah’s restless heart is most
content when reading or writing books.