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CAN YOU HEAR IT by Casey Diam @caseydiam @inkslingerpr @JessicaE_PR @NazareaAndrews

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Title: CAN YOU HEAR IT

Author: Casey Diam

Genre: Sports Romance

About Can You Hear It:

Secrets.

Deceptions.

Tragedies.

Those were the root of all evil. One of those became the root of mine the day I lost the love of my life. My best friend. My lover.

Everyone disregarded it, saying, “Let’s face it, Averie, you have the rest of your life ahead of you.” They were wrong. James Lawrence was my ever after . . . until Ashton.

If only he didn’t come bearing his own brand of evil.

A secret.

The reason he wanted me to stay away.

I should have listened, and he should have tried harder, but both of us failed. And if we hadn’t, if he had told me when we first met, would it have altered the moment I realized that I was falling for him?

The slight variation in the air. The hitch in my breath. The lightness in my chest.

Impossible to know; I’d already fallen.

I was already ruined.

***A standalone sports romance that takes place in senior year high school. Due to explicit content, this book is suitable for 17+

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My lips pressed to hers. “You can touch me anywhere.” I kissed her again. “It’s whatever you want, Averie.”

I would be lying if I said I hadn’t been masturbating to images of her—every fucking day. Especially after talking to her on the phone at night. Her voice held this sexy rasp that sent all kinds of signals to my cock each time she spoke, and the wrong signals, too. It wasn’t the let’s-be-friends kind. It was the let-me-spread-your-legs-and-have-you-for-dessert kind, let-me-make-you-come-on-my-cock kind. And as we began to make out again, it remained in the back of my mind that I needed to tell her about my condition.

Kissing was okay.

Touching was okay.

But anything more than that, and I would have to tell her first. It wouldn’t be anything short of a betrayal if I didn’t. She wasn’t like the other three I’d slept with, she was more, I felt it every time I so much as looked at her.

Her hand moved over my zipper, and my cock lurched in my jeans, and as she began to caress me, a groan caught in my throat.

Fuck. Take my cock out if you want, I told her with my kiss. Whatever you want, Averie. Oh, fuck yes . . .

Her grip tightened around my dick as she continued to work it through the material, all I could think was how much I wanted to feel her bare hands on me.

With me on the brink of insanity, my lips crushed to hers, desperate with need.

After pressing myself into her hand, I rolled onto my back and flicked my belt from the loop, undoing it and my button in two seconds flat before yanking my zipper down. As her eyes shifted to my hand shoving at my jeans and then the tent pole situation in my boxers, I watched her.

Her fingers glided over my abs and under the waistband of my boxers, and inside to grip my cock.

Oh, fuck.

My head fell back, and a heavy breath passed my lips as my eyes closed.

 

About Casey Diam:

 

Some years ago, Casey rediscovered her passion for writing and hasn’t stopped writing since. Her favorite genre is romance with edge which is why she writes sexy, funny, sweet, and emotional stories that are a little bit more in depth, but so much fun to read.

 

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Listen Pitch (There’s No Crying in Baseball) by Lani Lynn Vale #NewRelease #SportsRomance @LaniLynnVale @ejbookpromos

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Title: Listen Pitch
Series: There’s No Crying in Baseball
Author: Lani Lynn Vale
Genre: Sports Romance
Release Date: October 16, 2018
Cover Model: Jacob Wilson
Photographer: FuriousFotog

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Rhys Rivera is the star short-stop for the Longview Lumberjacks. Many know him, even more love him. He has a pretty face, a quick smile, and an air of danger about him that everyone seems to adore.
He’s not known as the bad boy of baseball for nothing.
It all started with his father, who decided to be a criminal mob boss, then die.
Fortunately for his uncle, Rhys wants absolutely nothing to do with the family business and runs before anyone can figure out which way is up.
By the time his uncle, the successor to his father’s criminal empire, thinks to look for him, Rhys has made too big of a name for himself to be taken out quietly, and he wants to keep it that way.
Fast forward eight years, and Rhys is living life one breath at a time, just waiting for the other shoe to drop. That shoe coming in the form of a nosy neighbor who has no idea just how hot she is in her mail carrier uniform.
Her sweet little body and positive outlook on life make him want to laugh at how naïve she is when it comes to the way of the world.
The harder he tries to stay away, the weaker he seems to get, until one day he decides to put his morals on hold long enough to satisfy his cravings.
One time is all he needs—or so he tells himself.
But then two pink lines change everything, and all of a sudden, he doesn’t have just himself to worry about anymore.

I’m a married mother of three. My kids are all under 8, so I can assure you that they are a handful. I’ve been with my paramedic husband now for ten years, and we’ve produced three offspring that are nothing like us. I live in the greatest state in the world, Texas.

 

Slam by Andee Michelle @EJBookPromos @AndeeAuthor

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Title: Slam: A Colorado Smoke Novel
Author: Andee Michelle
Genre: Sports Romance
Release Date: August 18, 2017

Bryant “Slam” Nash is known for three things… 
His intensity on the field,
His drive to win the World Series,
And scoring on the first date.
Gearing up for the biggest season of his career, Slam is determined to focus on his game, calling a time out on anything considered a distraction. Including Layne Scott.
Layne Scott doesn’t do complicated.
Independent and focused on raising her daughter, Layne is a woman running a business dominated by men. Managing the sports bar her father left her, she has no time for the arrogant ball player who keeps strutting through her door. With chiseled good looks in baseball pants, Slam Nash is a temptation she can’t afford.
Game on…
**Content Notice: This book contains adult themes, strong language and sexual situations. Recommended for readers eighteen (18) years of age and older.**

 

5 Stars from I Don’t Get Sundays Book Blog – “This sports romance will keep you hooked until the end. The writing and the characters are so likeable that you will love the flow of the story. You will fall in love with dysfunction that is real life.”

 


5 Stars from Shawn on Goodreads – “ I couldn’t put it down. It was refreshing. It was a fun and light story that had just enough drama.”

5 Stars from SBR Reviews – “Slam is the first novel of Andee’s that I have read and I am happy to tell you I enjoyed it.”

 

Although Andee grew up a military brat and traveled the world with her family, she has made her home in southwest Idaho with her husband and two sons. Working in the legal field, shuttling her boys around, chasing her two crazy dogs and reigning in her adrenaline junky husband keeps her busy. She has always had a passion for reading and writing, even as a child. Andee loves a great glass of wine, reading late into the night, and spending time in the mountains with her family and friends.
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Goalie by ME Carter #Release #Blitz @AuthorMECarter @ejbookpromos

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Title:  Goalie
Series: A Texas Mutiny Novel
Author: M.E. Carter
Genre: Sports Romance
Release Date: February 18, 2017

“M.E. Carer’s Goalie is one of the most real romances I’ve ever read.” – A is for Alpha B is for Books

“It’s gritty, raw and real. It’s an emotional book from both the main character points of view. I was on the rollercoaster with them.” – Alpha Book Club

“This book is real. It’s hard. It’s life.” – Reader Review

Goalie 

[goh-lee] 

noun 

a player in the goal whose duty is to prevent the ball from entering or crossing it 

See Santos and Mariana DeGuajarado 

As goalie of the Texas Mutiny, Santos is damn good at protecting that net. But he never bothered to protect his marriage. 

Letting the fame and notoriety go to his head, he lost the things he loved the most… his wife and kids. Now he has one shot to make it right before losing at this relationship game and he’s determined not to miss this time. 

Mariana has been scarred so deeply by Santos’s betrayals, she will carry the wounds forever. After almost ten years of marriage though, she knows him well, and she knows he won’t let go without a fight. Still, she refuses to be a push over. 

Because love is never enough… 


“Mother, reader, storyteller – ME Carter never set out to write books. But when a friend practically forced a copy of Twilight into her hands, the love of the written word she had lost as a child was rekindled. With a story always rolling around in her head, it should come as no surprise that she finally started putting them on paper. She lives in Texas with her four children, Mary, Elizabeth, Carter and Bug, who sadly was born long after her pen name was created, and will probably need extensive therapy because of it.”

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The Failing Hours by Sara Ney @EJBookPromos @SaraNey

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Title: How To Date A Douchebag: The Failing Hours
Author: Sara Ney
Genre: New Adult, Sports Romance, College Romance
Release Date: January 31, 2017


Zeke Daniels isn’t just a douchebag; he’s an asshole. 

A total and complete jerk, Zeke keeps people at a distance. He has no interest in relationships—most assholes don’t. 

Dating? Being part of a couple? Nope. Not for him.
He’s never given any thought to what he wants in a girlfriend, because he’s never had any intention of having one. 

Shit, he barely has a relationship with his family, and they’re related; his own friends don’t even like him. 
So why does he keep thinking about Violet DeLuca? 
Sweet, quiet Violet—his opposite in every sense of the word.

The light to his dark, even her damn name sounds like rays of sunshine and happiness and shit.

And that pisses him off, too.

“Best Read of 2017! A one click must for any lover of hot, sexy romance done RIGHT ! [This] story is the quintessential slow burn effect…Zeke will come to own your body and soul–I am OBSESSED with this series and The Failing Hours has just shot to my ‘Best of All Time’ list. Be prepared to fall in love with a douche bag and the woman who sets him straight. ” – Books and Boys Book Blog
“That was EVERYTHING I expected, wanted, dreamed of. . . this is a MUST FREAKING READ. UNFORGETTABLE goodness. NA romance at it’s best.”  – Angie’s Dreamy Reads
“Sara Ney has delivered a sexy, jerkwad douchebag with soul-deep feelings and the sweet, kind, unassuming girl to reach his hidden heart in one of the best NA romantic comedies I’ve ever had the pleasure of reading. Ney’s impeccable writing, fresh characters, and feel-good story will stick with you forever.” – Bestselling Author Staci Hart
“I took so much pleasure in Zeke’s looming destruction (insert evil laugh)….” – The Reading Belles

The clock on the wall counts the seconds, steady as the rhythm of my beating heart, which thumps wildly within my chest until the glass door to the library opens, propelled by a gust of wind.

Some new fallen leaves flutter in, the heavy doors slamming from the draft.

Along with them? Zeke Daniels.

He shuffles in, dark gray sweatpants hanging low on his hips, black Iowa Wrestling hoodie pulled up over his head, the university’s bright yellow mascot screen-printed across the chest. Backpack slung over one shoulder, black athletic flip-flops, and a pair of black sunglasses perched on the bridge of his strong nose complete the overall ensemble.

He is utterly…ridiculous. 

Unapproachable. 

Daunting.

His arrogance knows no bounds; I can see it in his loose gait, the exaggerated swagger, and the too-casual way he’s dragging his flip-flops across the cold, marble tile floor. It’s noisy, irritating, and completely uncalled for. 

In the moment, my mind drifts to his personal life, and I theorize that he listens to heavy metal music to sooth his foul temperament, drinks his coffee black—as black as his soul—and his liquor straight up. I imagine once he’s had sex with someone, they’re never invited back. I go one step further and theorize that they’re never invited to spend the night at his place, either.

Zeke Daniels makes his way to a table at the far end of the room, near the periodicals, one out of the way with plenty of privacy.

Sets his bag down in one of the four wooden chairs. Flicks on the small study lamp. Plugs his laptop cord into the base and stands. 

Turns.

Our eyes would have met then were it not for those ludicrous sunglasses. I choose the exact moment he lifts his gaze to look down at the ground. Busy myself with shuffling papers on the counter. Count to ten instead of chanting, Please don’t come over, please don’t come over, please don’t come over…

But luck isn’t on my side because he most decidedly does. 

Makes his way over like a predator at a pace so deliberate, I’m convinced he’s doing it on purpose. As if he suspects I’m watching from under my long lashes, dreading his imminent arrival.

He basks in my discomfort.

The distance between us closes, his strides purposeful.

Twenty feet.

Fifteen.

Ten.

Eight.

Three.

His large hand reaches up, pushing down the hood of his sweatshirt, his fingertips pinching the earpiece of his sunglasses and pulling them off his face. My eyes follow the movements as he folds them closed, hanging them on the neckline of his hoodie. 

His gaze lingers—those clear gray eyes famous around campus—and finds the shiny silver bellhop bell perched on the counter with the sign next to it that reads, Ring for help.

Ding. 

The tip of his forefinger presses down on the small bell.

Ding.

He hits it again, despite me standing not three feet in front of him.

What an ass.
Purveyor of all things witty & romantic, I love: iced latte’s, traveling, and bright, bold colors. On any given day, you can find me in my office, lovingly gazing at my bookshelf or shuffling my Bic felt-tip pen collection. I love hand writing letters, and sarcasm. 


 I live in the midwest, but “Will Write for Travel,” and believe everyone should follow their dreams, no matter how big or small. My favorite authors include Cindy Miles, S Walden, Suzanne Enoch, Tessa Dare (to name a few). I am a glutton for Historical, RomCom, Sports and MC romance.

 One husband. Two daughters. Plenty of chaos.

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Game Winner (New York Kings Series book 6) by Collette West @Collette_West @GCReading #excerpt

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Game Winner by Collette West
Genre: Adult, Contemporary Romance
Series: New York Kings
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Playing center field for the New York Kings, Jake Woodbury has one of the most prestigious jobs in all of sports. To the world, he’s the good-looking, soft-spoken minister’s son who’s survived celebrity without a hint of scandal. But, inside, he’s reeling from a secret that seems destined to haunt him forever.

Scarlett Moore is one of the biggest pop stars on the planet, famous for singing about her celebrity ex-boyfriends. The CEO of her record label has carefully honed her provocative image since she was fifteen. Sex sells, and Scarlett’s well aware that it takes more than talent to stay on top.

One thing is clear: She’s the last thing Jake needs. And he’s the do-gooder jock she should avoid at all costs. But when the game begins, all bets are off.

 

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Book 1 Amazon Night Games

Book 2 Game Changer Amazon

Book 3 Game On- Amazon

Book 4 Perfect Game on Amazon

Book 5 Inside Game – Amazon

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         Something’s bothering him.
         And I’m going to drag it out of him, one kiss at a time if I have to.
         He didn’t want to come up to my room with me, but he did, and that tells me all I need to know.
         By following me up here, he conceded any chance he had at maintaining home-field advantage. Yet, based on the way he’s ravishing my mouth, he fully intends to score. 
         I tease him with my tongue, prodding him to let go and give in to me. He groans, nipping at my bottom lip before quickly soothing it over with his tongue. I smile against his lips, loving how his gentle side is always quick to emerge, even when he’s attacking my mouth, consumed with desire.
         The elevator chimes and the door slides open, but he doesn’t stop. Instead, he walks backward with me clinging to his body, his mouth all over mine. Luckily, I made sure to have my keycard in hand before leaving the ballroom. It takes me a few tries before I’m finally able to swipe it over the automated lock, and then we crash through the door, blindly stumbling across the room before collapsing onto the bed.
         “Jake!”
I gasp, breaking away from him.
         But he just recaptures my lips, not even giving me a chance to catch my breath.
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Collette West grew up as somewhat of a jock-nerd hybrid. Entering the world three weeks premature, her dad nearly missed her birth because he had seats behind the dugout for a sold-out, highly-anticipated match-up between two of baseball’s biggest rivals. Not to be outdone, her book-loving mom taught her how to read by the time she was three. A love of the game coupled with an appreciation for the written word were instilled in Collette’s impressionable brain from a young age. No wonder her characters believe in the philosophy: sports + romance = a little slice of heaven.
Splitting her time between the Pocono Mountains and Manhattan, Collette indulges her inner fangirl by going to as many games as she can from hockey to baseball and downloading every sports romance novel in existence onto her iPad. When she’s not clicking away on her laptop, she enjoys walking her dog in Central Park, satisfying her caffeine craving at the Starbucks on Broadway and keeping an eye out for Mr. Right. But above all, she loves dishing with her readers. Email her at collette_west@yahoo.com.
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