DISCIPLINED by Lenore Ashwood @inkslingerpr

Today we have the excerpt reveal for Lenore Ashwood’s upcoming DISCIPLINED! Check it out and be sure to grab your copy today!

Title: Disciplined

Autor: Lenore Ashwood

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: June 29th

About Disciplined:

$5,000 per “engagement”?!?

At that price, Anya can stay in med school, her late grandmother’s only wish.

Sex with strangers is still just sex. Right?

Wealthy Cavendish Club partner, Dimi, is ready to move on from the affluent escort service he helped build. His lifelong business dream is ready, and he’s itching to pull the trigger.

Then Anya shows up…

She’s the key to the Cavendish owners’ ultimate plan—a deadly game of revenge against a powerful, evil man.

Anya unlocks Dimi’s fierce protective nature. Instead of executing his business plan, he’s breaking every rule to keep her safe. Keep her close.

She’s the bait and the stakes rise with every “engagement.” How long can he protect her? How long will she let him?

Read Disciplined today! Find out if they’ll find a way to trust each other, or lose everything trying.

Welcome to Cavendish Club, a secret playground for billionaires where science and technology combine to fulfill tailor-made sensual fantasies. It’s also the place where one woman will seek the ultimate revenge.

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He was a mountain; she could think of no other way to describe him.

His brown hair was cut in a perfect fade, wavy on top and extremely short on the sides, showing a little silver at the temples, which made it hard to pinpoint his age. Definitely over thirty, she’d guess.

His brow was strong and shadowed his eyes, but his shoulders took her breath away. They were so wide he couldn’t have fit through the car window if he tried.

His mouth was straight and stern, although his demeanor was friendly. It set off no alarm bells, and she completely trusted her instincts when it came to threats.

Her brain was weird like that. It existed in a state of calm, and the one time she’d been in a dangerous situation, it had jumped into action. It had analyzed the situation, calculating the best move to safety, resulting in her dragging a screaming Jenn away from the knife fight that had broken out in Jenn’s favorite club.

This last week of money problems had introduced her brain to a new state: stress. It could be the only rational explanation as to why the sight of this man had put her on edge. Not stress, exactly. Or any danger. More like a low hum of tension.

Twice, she’d had to keep her hands still when they’d wanted to tuck a stray hair behind her ear or adjust her glasses.

And now he was speaking, and she had no idea what he just said.

“I’m sorry—what was that?” she asked, covering her embarrassment with a brisk tone.

He held his very large palm out, hovering it over her door, and said, “I’m going to need Trevor’s card back first.”

“Oh. Of course.” She dug into her raincoat pocket and pulled out the metal card, placing it in his hand. His fingers closed over it, hiding it completely from view. “How did you know I had it? Does it have a sensor in it?”

“I think I can help with your request,” he said, ignoring her question. “But I have to advise you that you’re on private property, and that covers all information you learn or hear. This is a type of verbal NDA. Can I get your agreement on that?”

Her pulse skipped at the words “I can help,” her imagination running away with all the ways he could help her get an escort job. She conjured her grandmother’s face telling her to Prekrati eto, or knock it off. It worked.

“I understand and I agree,” she said. She looked to the house, a Spanish-style mansion, and back to the man, wondering what would happen next.



About the Author:

Lenore Ashwood is a steamy contemporary romance author who believes if you’re not squirming in your seat, she’s not doing her job.

She lives in the U.S. but considers herself a global citizen. She believes in sex positivity, human kindness, and the kind of girl power the Spice Girls sing about.

Lenore is best known for her wildly innovative Cavendish Club series, featuring stories of the ultra-affluent who seek unusual services at an elite escort agency. But Cavendish Club is different—it combines science and technology to create experiences guaranteed to more than satisfy their billionaire clientele and the consultants they “engage” with.


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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
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Liarholic by Kingsley Ash @kingsleyashlove @givemebookspr



Title: Liarholic
Author: Kingsley Ash
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Lucy Olsen
Release Date: April 20, 2020
It hurts
to look at you.
two, three, four, five . . . the lyrics to the hell inside your OCD head.
Not alive,
not dead. In chains.
broken, Amy. I did this. Can’t undo that.
years ago, I played a cruel joke on you in front of the whole school. The girl
who made a happiness machine to put her happy inside my head. And I just ripped
your heart out.
Now, I’m
back to fix what I broke. I’m a psychologist, Amy. I can give you back the
happiness I stole . . .
It’s all
a lie.
I’m not a
So what.
She doesn’t get a choice.
So what if
I buy the Victorian estate she lives in, blackmail her into fake therapy
So what if
I get her addicted to my body like a painkiller, make her wish me dead.
I’m not the
hero. I’m the monster. The orphan boy gone bad. Cursed, everything broken.
So what,
when I discover a dark secret that makes her every inch off-limits, I don’t
keep my hands off her.
bones are made from emeralds, she’s that precious.
I won’t
stop chasing her until she’s mine.
But Amy is
a pretty little liar, too. Her lie is the deadliest of them all.
Only one of
us is telling the truth.
So bloody
what. Nobody’s gonna believe her over me.
It’s her
word . . .
     . . . against MINE.
in a bad place, Amy. Where the monsters go. But it’s only in the bad places . .
. I can get to you.
No cheating — this alpha-hole keeps it in his pants.


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I look at her. It’s
better than I expected. I thought it would be good, but the way Amy falls apart
is maybe the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. It starts in her shoulders,
where she seems to go weak, and at last, when her hand closes over the kid’s,
when she takes the flowers, the weakness goes to her eyes.
Oh, all her tricks
are gone now. She’s afraid and real and sad and crying into a pile of flowers
that are already dying.
Amy looks at Max, and then at me. She can’t decide what to say or do. That kind of feeling makes
me want to destroy things. But Amy doesn’t want to destroy anything. She wants
to save Max, protect him from the big bad monster. That is what tears at her.
Amy’s wondering where the danger is and I smell fear rolling off her in waves —
such intense fear that she will do or say the wrong thing. She can’t guess what
I’m up to. She’s wondering if I plan to give her a demonstration of what kind
of monster I really could be. Remind her I have a fuck for a heart.
The flowers fall out
of Amy’s delicate hands and onto the floor. She says to the kid, ‘Thank you,
Max. You mind if you leave me and Shepherd alone? We’ve got some important
adult matters to discuss. Boring stuff. Why don’t you go back to your mum? I’m
sure she’s missing you.’
‘Okay, Mamy.’ Max
trots out of Amy’s room, saying, ‘Smell you laters,’ with a
skip in his step.
‘You wouldn’t use a
kid? Surely?’ Amy whispers, her words hot as lava.
‘Yeah I would.’
‘Please don’t drag
Max into this.’
And for the first
time, she looks at me. Looks into my eyes with pure hatred. It’s what I wanted,
and now I can’t remember why I wanted it so bad.
‘You downright
refuse my help with your OCD, Amy. Don’t you get it? This shit is ruining your
Her pale lips
quiver. ‘Why can’t you leave me alone? Why is it so hard for you to just let me
‘I’m not leaving you
alone again.’
The response is
automatic. Easy. Because god fucking forbid she withers and dies.
Can you save
someone who’s already dying?
‘You don’t think I
see?’ I say. ‘You’re a zombie, Amy. Still fucking beautiful, but half alive. You’ve
given me no choice. If you don’t let me inside that pretty little head of
yours, I’ll kick Max and his mum out onto the streets.’
Sometimes the stars
don’t align so you have to make them. That’s what I’m doing with Amy. I’m
playing God. Fuck Fate. Fuck us destined for a never. I’m
making it happen.
Her mouth smacks
open. I can see into the dark reaches of her. ‘You can’t.’
‘Yeah I can. Daisy,
right? She’s poor. Comes from some derelict housing estate on the east side. I
hear it’s bad for her at home. Her uncle or something . . . They can’t afford
to pay for treatment — you know that? They’re behind on their payments. I’ve
been letting her stay scot-free.’
‘I didn’t know you
were doing that for Daisy . . . ’ Her voice is quiet like a mouse.
‘You don’t know a
lot about me.’
I can’t help the
pride that creeps in my voice. All that destruction, all that chaos I’m making
for her. It’s like a lion lying a bird at her feet.
I always get what I
want. The lies give me that power. That’s what got me addicted to them.
‘So, what’s it gonna
be? Start therapy with me? Or you wanna go downstairs and help Daisy pack her
I’m a snake in a
suit with dead eyes and a poison tongue, and Amy gives me a death stare. Her
face is glazed for a split-second, like a China doll. Then she frowns. Her lips
purse together. Her eyes are unblinking.
‘My friends are the
one real thing in my life and you’re wrecking it,’ she says.
Wrecking things
is what I do best.
In this moment, if
her eyes were a weapon, the piercing look in them could cause serious
annihilation. It’s like she’s a lioness and I just went into her territory,
poked her, and she’s ready to attack.
‘This is emotional
blackmail. You’re using my friend and little Max to get what you want. I never
thought you could sink this low.’
It just about kills
me laughing the way she looks at me. Pure fucking contempt on a cracker. If
looks could kill, Amy would be more deadly than me. Her hate — that’s good all
by itself, makes me run hot.
I lean closer,
breathe her in. All vanilla and flower and bubble-gum. I give her a reassuring
smile. Such a narrow margin between reassuring and predatory.
‘That’s what you
want, isn’t it?’ she says. ‘You want me to hate you, because you think hate is
stronger than love,’ she says right in my face.
‘Baby, they’re not
opposites.’ I smile wickedly. ‘I think hate and lust are very close.’
It makes her eyes
hot with hate. She’s not afraid of what I’ll do or say next. She’s thinking
about killing me, maybe.
‘No, they are not
opposites, but you’re wrong. Hate isn’t stronger,’ she snarls, spit in the
corners of her mouth, and I don’t want her to stop. I want her to hate me a
whole lot harder if that’s what this is.
Got your
attention, now.
‘You want me to hate
you, but hate is weak. Don’t you understand? I feel nothing. I don’t even hate
you, anymore.’
‘You will,’ I say.
‘Soon enough, you’ll want me dead.’
But it blows my mind
that she doesn’t already.
I straighten the
gold seahorse around her neck. ‘Start making an effort to heal — or Daisy and
her little kid get booted out. Hell, I’ll raise the prices so high nobody will
be able to afford living here. Even those stuck-up rich girls. The roof over
their heads rests on your shoulders. Sink or swim — your choice, Amy.’
I’m pulling her
apart like candy floss. I’ve ruined her. I’ve burned down her dreams, hopes.
Turned her wishes to ashes. And I’ll keep ruining her, keep destroying her.
Maybe a deep part of me wants her to stop me.
‘Fine,’ she mutters.
 She doesn’t
hesitate. Doesn’t even calculate. That’s how bad she wants to save Daisy and
Max from the big evil monster.
‘Just like that? No
‘I can’t cut off my
heart. I’m not you.’ She looks down at her bare dainty feet. ‘I just want
Something you
could kill your way to . . . that’s how I see peace, Amy.
Whole lot of silence
after that.
Finally she says,
‘You’re vile.’
‘Tell me something I
don’t already know.’
Her eyes are jewel
green, hazed in mist. ‘I thought you were beautiful when I first saw you at the
children’s home.’
She never flatters
me, not since I hurt her. And a slow, sickening feeling comes on me.
‘Is that so?’
‘When I was
fourteen, I used to love you.’ She says it all in a cold, steady voice, and it
stabs like sharp icicles in my heart.
I pin her against
the wall behind her, and snarl, ‘Used to love me?’
The air around us is
heavy, rage brews in my gut.
‘Yes. Imagine that.
Little fourteen-year-old me — in love and thinking about you.’
It’s the closest
she’s come to showing me any real feelings. But she uses it in
the past fucking tense.
‘What do you think
that does to me, Amy, hearing you used to love me?’
‘What do you think
it does to my heart?’
The problem is, that
as good as it feels, as much as I want to lean back and get off on her
submission, I can’t. Because she looks at me from under her eyelashes. Looks at
me with my damned soul in her eyes. She never looks at me when I — no, I never
let her look at me when I go over the edge of ecstasy. And now she won’t stop
looking at me. It knocks me for six.
I clench my teeth,
damp down the anger. Pride — that’s my cardinal vice. Not wrath. Pride. The one
sin from which all others stem. Yeah, I can be the greedy man and the mean man,
the envious and the enraged man, the licentious and the vicious man, but it all
spirals down to pride. To the mortal sin of playing God. Of being a complete
arse to the only girl I fucking love.
I keep my face
neutral and fix my raw eyes at the butchered flowers on the floor.
The ache fades and
the pleasure comes back so intense I want to eat her alive. For the first time
I have to give chase, like a wolf after prey. I take her to her bed, and her
tears are hot and delicious in my mouth.
This ‘thing’ between
us, the chemistry, it’s fucking toxic. I know my body is some kind of
painkiller, a poisonous addiction, a fix she needs when it
hurts too bad. It’s like a knife to my chest but I’ll let her use me. Take
whatever I can get. Give whatever she needs. I’ll feed her addiction.
I make her hurt,
knowing I’m the one she needs to make the pain go away.
When I’m inside her,
she’s crying so hard, her sobbing clutches at me so tightly, it feels like a
supernova when I come.
I live my life in
the Artic. Like a vampire, there’s no place for sunshine in my world.
Sunshine is a
fucking killer to dead souls like me. All the same, I’m like a wasp to the
biggest flame.
I don’t care if Amy
hates me, forever. All I want is for her eyes to stay alive when I’m there. If
she loved me again, would the darkness in my soul be converted? Or would the
scar her soul has left in me, fade?
Author Bio
Kingsley Ash is a British contemporary romance author who
loves writing sadistic book boyfriends because, hey, life is pain, right? She’s
on a mission to rip girls’ hearts out with alpha-holes, then fix them whole.
Kingsley loves Pina Colada. Rain makes her go off. She’s a
fitness freak. A pudding-holic. And a Brainiac. She lives in London and enjoys
playing — winning — golf with her sexy lawyer fiancé.
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Crash Into Me Series: Crescent Bay #1 by Alyne Hart @givemebookspr



Title: Crash Into Me
Series: Crescent Bay #1
Author: Alyne Hart
Genre: Contemporary Romance
 Release Date: February 18, 2020

A sexy and emotional romance that transcends the ideas of
life and death. Can you suspend disbelief?

For one entire and blissful night, I wasn’t Megan the widow. I was Megan out
having a drink with her best friend. I was Megan, getting hit on by a hot,
younger guy. I said no to him, but everything inside of me said yes.

I was still grieving and healing the loss of my husband Sam. Getting my life
back to some kind of normal. Until it got complicated. Very, very complicated.
Because that hot young guy who wasn’t even supposed to be on my radar? He came
crashing in with this weird electric pulse between us and a chemistry that’s
off the charts. If that wasn’t complicated enough – he’s is a student in my
creative writing class with enough complications of his own.

The words in his poems remind me of Sam’s. He says things
that are too familiar. Knows things about me no one else knows. It’s like
seeing a ghost. I wasn’t supposed to fall for him, but my happily ever after is
gone, and his arms feel like home.

But when everything starts to make sense, and the pieces come together in the
end, am I in love with him? Or the memory of Sam?



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Alyne Hart is a contemporary romance author and wine
connoisseur living in Walla Walla, WA. She’s known for writing stories that
pack an emotional punch and get you right in the feels.

She loves writing real, flawed characters and writing about realistic, gritty
and raw romance. She’s a romance junkie and happy endings addict, and if you’re
a lover of deeply emotional, flawed and realistic romance reads with lots of
delicious angst, her books are for you. Alyne’s stories involve characters with
bigger problems than just finding love. She writes stories about making peace
with the past, rekindling old flames and healing old wounds. She loves small
towns, men in uniform and alpha males with a heart of gold.

She began her story-telling journey first with her dolls, then it progressed to
paper. She has a deep love for anything romantic, and she’s a believer that in
love anything is possible.

When Alyne isn’t writing, you can find her reading, scrap-booking, and spending
time with her two children and her boyfriend. She enjoys trips to the mountains
just as much as trips to the city, live music, chick flick movie marathons and
hanging out with her eclectic group of friends.

Tempted by Love (The Steeles at Silver Island #1) by Melissa Foster @givemebookspr #ContemporaryRomance @Melissa_Foster


Title: Tempted by Love
Series: The Steeles at Silver Island #1
Author: Melissa Foster
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: September 9, 2020
Enjoy heart-meltingly
beautiful and toe-curlingly sexy romance in Tempted by Love, an
emotionally riveting story about a man who has lost it all and carries a
torturous secret, a divorced single mother who has everything to lose, and the
little girl who helps them heal.

Fall in love on the sandy shores of Silver Island, home to coffee shops, boat
races, midnight rendezvous, and the sexy, sharp-witted Steeles. 


Years ago, bestselling author Jack “Jock” Steele lost his girlfriend and baby
in a horrific accident that drove a wedge between Jock and his family, keeping
him from sharing a devastating secret. An aging philanthropist saved him from
the brink of despair, and for a decade Jock cared for his ailing friend who
became his family. Now his friend has passed away and left him a fortune—on the
condition that he publishes another book. Jock is floundering, unsure how to
rebuild the life he’d walked away from, much less find his muse, have another
relationship with a woman, or even think about having a family of his own. But
he can’t get his sweet, sexy new friend, single-mother Daphne Zablonski out of
his head, and her adorable toddler must know something he doesn’t, because she
wraps her tiny fingers around his heart and won’t let go.
Daphne has been through the wringer with her ex-husband and doesn’t believe
true love is in the cards for her. Friends she can handle, but letting a man
see her mom bod naked? Especially someone as strikingly handsome and
unbelievably sexy as Jock? No, thank you. Besides, she has a toddler to chase
after and enough fictional boyfriends to fill her lonely nights. If only her
book boyfriends could make her body tingle the way one look from her mysterious
neighbor does.

As Jock and Daphne’s friendship turns to something too tempting to deny, their
lives take an unexpected turn. Can a man who has lost everything find
redemption with a woman who has everything to lose? And then there’s that

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Melissa Foster is a New York Times & USA Today
bestselling and award-winning author. She writes sexy and heartwarming
contemporary romance and new adult romance with emotionally compelling
characters that stay with you long after you turn the last page. Melissa’s
emotional journeys are lovingly erotic and always family oriented–perfect beach
reads for contemporary romance lovers who enjoy reading about wealthy heroes
and smart, sassy heroines.


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Hate You Not by Ella James #Release #Contemporary #Romance @givemebookspr @author_ellaj

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Title: Hate You Not
Author: Ella James
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: February 12, 2020
I didn’t know I was
that person. You know—the one who gets the kids. But that’s what the will said.
June Lawler: Legal Guardian.
My niece and nephew are 6 and 9, and all they’ve ever known is San Francisco. I
arrive the day after the wreck, pack up my sister’s mansion, and fly them back
to Georgia.
The small-town farm where their mom and I grew up isn’t what it once was, but
it’s home. That’s all they really need.
I was courting an investor when it happened. Tromped all up and down the
Himalayas, and he didn’t even buy in. It was a week before I found out what I’d
lost. My little brother meant the world to me. Now even his kids are gone.
Spirited away to Heat Springs, Georgia—population 298.
They’re living on a farm that’s half a breath from bank foreclosure with a
26-year-old who didn’t finish high school. Nowhereville is not the place for
little Mastersons. But I’ll get them back. It’s the money she must want, and
I’ve got lots of that.
“June Bug” Lawler is poorer than that red dirt she comes from. I can make her
dreams come true—and do one last thing for my brother.
I hate him.
She makes me crazy.
He thinks he can buy me off! I’ve never met a man so arrogant.
There’s no woman anywhere more stubborn.
I wish I had never met him.

But that’s not the story.
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Ella James is the USA Today and Amazon Top 10 bestselling
author of more than twenty novels. She writes emotional, hard-won love stories
with steam, suspense, and Kindle-throwing twists. She lives in Colorado with
her husband, three young children, and hyperactive dog.

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HIS REASON TO STAY by Jennifer Hoopes #Release @DumplingJenn @inkslingerpr

Title: His Reason To Stay

Author: Jennifer Hoopes

Genre: Contemporary Romance

About His Reason to Stay:

Award-winning wildlife photographer, Elijah Ellis, has come back home due to the tragic accident that
killed members of both his and his best friend Tabitha Brodie’s family. Despite their grief, Eli hopes that
he and Tabby can pick up their familiar friendship. He’s never forgotten the way Tabby makes him feel—
full of hope and a sense of home—but she seems determined to keep him at arm’s length.

Tabby has always loved Eli. He’s everything she wants in a man. But he left Gatlinburg to make a name
for himself outside of his famous family. Even though there’s no one better to help her through this
time, she refuses to be an anchor to a life he never wanted. Not to mention Tabby’s hiding a secret that
will change all of their lives.

As Eli and Tabby spend more time together, he’s determined to show her they could be perfect
together. Too bad she’s spent years building her walls against him…

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Fate was being exceptionally bitter today as footsteps sounded on the worn boards. Heavy footsteps.
She pushed off the floor, the damp cloth sliding off and landing with a thwack, just as her
unwanted visitor came into view.
Oh, fate was just being a downright witch this morning.
“I knew I’d find you here.” He grinned. “It’s been far too long, Tabby.”
Elijah Ellis strode across the small space and enveloped her in a warm embrace. The heat of his body
surrounded her and brought up memories she needed to drown. His scruff tickled her cheek as she
forced herself to return the hug as a friend would. Pushed those passionate memories back down.
Forced herself to toe the friend line even though their bodies had been more intimately acquainted one
glorious—on constant replay—night.
She knew he’d return at some point. He’d missed the funeral, not surprising since no one in either her or
his family had known exactly where he was, besides somewhere in Bolivia trying to photograph some
elusive cat. But she was surprised at how long it had taken him to come home.
Thankful, but surprised.
Eli stepped back, and Tabby indulged for one moment. Catalogued his jet black hair brushing his
shoulders, his brown eyes sucking her in with their charismatic twinkle. His swimmer’s body, firm and
solid. And for a moment she needed to confide in him. Tell him her most treasured secret. A
gift left behind. One no one else knew. One he could help her bear.
Increasing the distance between them, she forced the crazy notion back into a deep hole where the
fantasy of her and Eli resided. Giving him any reason to feel protective of her or, rather, more protective
than he normally felt was the wrong move. For all of them.
“It’s good to see you. You’ve been missed.” I’ve missed you.
Eli cocked his head to the side. “Are you okay?”
She waved his concern away. “As well as can be expected.”
He moved closer. “Tabby?”
And the floodgates opened. “I lost my sister, Eli. My sister and my father and brother-in-law in one fell
swoop. No one’s okay.”
Steel arms folded around her, his chest shouldering the wracking sobs. No one had seen her cry like this.
She’d held it together for almost a month. Not only for her stepmother and stepsiblings, but for the life
inside her. But God, it felt good. Safe to be unburdening it to the one person who understood not just
the loss but the repercussions.

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Contemporary romance author, Jennifer Hoopes, lives in a small town in Pennsylvania with her husband,
and two daughters. Add two cats and a dog and the fur flies sometimes. Stories have been in her head
for as long as she recognized every person had one and figuring out how two people meet and fall in
love makes for a rewarding dream job.
When not writing she wears the many mom hats of PTO, dance, and music, all while driving a mean,
mom-taxi. She loves caramel and roller coasters, plays a solo version of Carpool Karaoke, and cannot live
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“He wanted what
wasn’t his.”
He stops moving
but doesn’t let go of me.
He has a look in
his eye…Intense. Predatory. Claiming.
“But I’m not
yours either.”
“Tonight, you
will be.”
The moment she
made that stupid bet with me I should have walked away.
Pretend to be
her boyfriend at her high school reunion.
Instead, I lean in and whisper: “Girl, I’ll show you things you didn’t
even know existed and make other guys you’ve been with seem like boys.”
I knew I couldn’t resist her perfectly plump lips, the curve of her
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He stops
moving but doesn’t let go of me. He has that same look in his eyes that he just
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Predatory. Claiming.
“He wanted
what wasn’t his.”
I give him
a look, knowing this may well be the only chance I’ll have to try and take what
I want. And what I think he wants as well.
“But I’m
not yours either.”
Before I
know it, his lips come crashing down on mine, silencing anything else I could
say. And then he abruptly ends it, leaving me panting.
I want to
ask what that was, but I can’t, because he suddenly says the words I never
thought I’d hear.
you will be.”
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Miss Fix-It—that’s me. And when my sister and nephew are in danger, it’s my natural instinct to step in and get them out of Boston. The girl with the plan, always.

We land at the Rowan Inn—a charming bed-and-breakfast on the shores of the Chesapeake. A sweet little haven we’re hoping will bring us the peace we so desperately need.

Instead, it brings us Jesse Rowan, the gruff and grumpy son of the original owners. The same guy who is single-handedly sinking the Inn faster than an anchor in the bay. But we need a place to crash until I can figure out our next move, so I convince him to let us stay in exchange for help around the place.

At first, he’s rude, sarcastic, and standoffish. But after a few months of working around the Inn together, I realize he’s not as callous as he’d like us to think. And I realize that maybe the Inn isn’t the only project I want to take on. He needs some fixing, too.

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“Can I help you?” he asks again.

“No, thanks. We’re just waiting for the owners. We need a room,” I say. Before he says anything, I glare at him. “You know, you almost killed us back there.”

He looks at me with a tilted head.

“You were in the middle of the damn intersection,” he says, nonchalantly, as he makes his way around to the cab of his truck. He pulls out a long piece of wood, and carries it toward the front porch.

“You had a stop sign,” I say.

“It’s a stop sign,” he says. “Not a stop-and-wait-for-an-hour sign.”

I roll my eyes.

“We have a kid, asshole,” I say. My language catches him off guard, and he looks at me through a side-eye.

“I see that. So you should probably drive more carefully,” he says, walking back toward the truck to grab another piece.

I hear Millie snort from behind me, and I glare at her.

“Whatever. We will just wait around back for them to get back,” I say, ushering Caleb and Millie along.

“That’s fine, but the owner is already here,” he calls from the cab of the truck. I freeze.

“They are? Where?” I ask. A sly smirk tugs at his lips.

“You’re lookin’ at him. Mr. Asshole, at your service,” he says, tipping his hat, then pulling it back on his head tightly.

“What?” I ask. He doesn’t reply, he just walks past me with another piece of wood.

“The website said that a couple owned it, Mr. and Mrs. Rowan?” Millie asks. His attitude changes a bit with Millie. He stands a little straighter, looks her in the eye a little longer. I see him studying the black-and-blue on her face, but he looks away quickly.

“They’re dead,” he says, walking back to the truck. “I own this shithole now.”

I look up at the house. I remember the photos on the website–clean, stunning, so well-kept. And now, here it is, in shambles, like a tarnishing piece of silver.

“Who are you?” I ask. He turns to me, wiping a bead of sweat onto his sleeve.

“Jesse Rowan,” he says.

“Rowan?” I ask.

“Rowan. Like the sign!” Caleb says. Jesse looks down at Caleb, who’s back to stroking the dog. That smile tugs at his lips again.

“Like the sign,” he says.

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Taylor Danae Colbert is a romance and women’s fiction author. When she’s not chasing her toddler or hanging with her husband, she’s probably under her favorite blanket, either writing a book, or reading one. Taylor lives in Maryland, where she was born and raised. For more information, visit taylordanaecolbert.com.


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