15 May 2016

RE RELEASE: Uncorked by Rebecca Rohman


Name: Mitch Mariani  
Age: 35  
Birth Date: October  
Height: 6’3  
Weight: 175 Lbs.  
Race: Caucasian/Italian  
Eye Color: Green/Hazel  
Hair Color: Dark  
Hometown: Santa Monica, California  
School: UCLA – M.B.A. Business  
Occupation: Real Estate Investor  
Home: Sapphire Tower–Kettner Blvd. San Diego  
Traits: Protective, Resolute  
Favorite Outfit: Suit by day, strictly sweatpants and nothing else by night.  
Toys: Bertram Sport Fish Boat, Jaguar  
Sports: Boating & Tennis  
Hobbies: Cooking  
Favorite Wine & Food: A palette for good food and wine and will often do a complete pairing at meal time. See a sample recipe and pairing below.

A Little Insight Into Mitch & Chella’s First Date:

The drive back didn’t take long. They drove through the streets of Little Italy in downtown San Diego until they reached their final destination: Mitch’s penthouse.


It was stunning. Three hundred and sixty-degree views of the San Diego Bay and even some distant mountains greeted them. The thought crossed her mind that the space had been professionally designed. It was decorated in various shades of grey, black and white, with a pop of lime to add color. The living room was beautiful. It wasn’t too masculine, or feminine. It struck the perfect balance. Beyond the glass walls was a stunning balcony enclosed with glass railings that allowed unobstructed views.

Mitch gave her a quick tour of the master and two guest bedrooms, along with the den and study—all exquisitely decorated—as were the open living and kitchen area.

Soon the music of Yanni filled the air, followed by the scents of garlic and seafood.

“What’s on the menu tonight?” Chella asked, eager to help with the extras that needed to be done in the kitchen.

“Red Snapper in a cheese and garlic sauce, mashed potatoes or white rice, and for dessert, I have a fresh apple pie in the oven.”



“Sounds so good, I can’t wait to dig in. Is there anything you need me to do? I don’t cook much, but I set a great table.”

“Sure. Set up anywhere you’d like to eat. There’s a bottle of Fumé Blanc in the wine chiller. We can have that with dinner.”

“Great. I would have loved to set up on the patio, but I think it’s too cold outside. I’ll set up in the dining room. Just tell me where the dishes and cutlery are.”

“I’ve selected everything. They’re right there behind you on the counter. Go ahead. I’m following you with the goodies.”

Dinner was fantastic. Chella had not enjoyed a meal like that in a long time. Dessert was even better. 

After clearing the dishes and tidying the kitchen, the two sat on a plush shag rug in front of the big screen TV, partially watching the Bond movie that was on, but mostly talking.


“This is really beautiful. Thanks for having me here.”

“It’s been a pleasure. Thanks for accepting my invitation. Paul and Jason were wrong about you.”

Intrigued by his response, she smiled. “Why? What did they say? I didn’t know they had discussed me with you, or anyone else for that matter.”

“They said you’re a great person, but in all the time they’ve known you, you’re usually solo with maybe two or three exceptions they can remember.”

“That’s true. And exactly when did you have this conversation about me?”

“Truth is, they mentioned you about a week ago. They said they’d introduce us sometime. I just didn’t know it would be under the circumstances we met last night.”

“Okay.”

“So tell me—why is a beautiful woman like you usually solo?”

“I’m a little apprehensive about people, especially the opposite sex,” she replied, a little surprised that she was actually able to admit that to him.

“Really? You’re here with me.”

“I figured a friend of Paul and Jason couldn’t be so bad.”

“Is that so?” he replied with a curious smile.

Okay, change of topic.

“Who taught you to cook like that? Dinner was amazing.”

“Well, my mom always said that good food was a way to a woman’s heart.”

“Do you cook for lots of women?” Chella said, flashing the type of smile that could allow her to get away with murder.

“A few,” he answered.

A few? Yeah, right. “I’m putting you on the spot, aren’t I? I like honesty, no matter how much it might hurt.”

“No, you’re not putting me on the spot. It’s the first in a long time and the first here in San Diego. Let’s just say that I’ve done my fair share of dinners.”

“And women, too.” Wow! We’re getting mighty brave…

“Does that bother you?”

“Not particularly. I guess you wouldn’t be a man if you hadn’t gone through that stage in your life.”

“Do you always have such a high opinion of the male species?” Mitch asked, somewhat sarcastic.

“Not particularly. We just have to take responsibility for the decisions we make as adults, and be honest about it, to ourselves and to the parties involved.”

“Well, can I be honest with you about something?”

“Always.”

“I like you, Chella. I like you a lot, and right now I’d really like to kiss you.”

She was shocked by his statement. Unable to respond, she looked away, flushed.

Mitch did not give her a chance to respond. Cupping her face in his hands, he kissed her deeply on the lips and pulled her into his arms.

However taken aback Chella might have been, it did not show, for she responded with just as much intensity and passion. She drew him closer. Her hand roamed over his chest and his neck. She felt his awesome body beneath the light sweater he wore. His kisses were sweet and her body ached for more, but her mind would not allow her to continue with what her heart desired.

Fears rushed in. She remembered her past, her ex, Aaron. She couldn’t allow herself to get involved with another man on this level, not even after ten years. She couldn’t subject herself to that sort of pain, not now, not ever.

Aaron was responsible for her not being able to have kids, and she still had the emotional scars to prove it. Letting another man in would open painful wounds, and she just wasn’t ready for that.

Chella pulled away. “This can’t happen. I can’t get involved with you, or anyone. I’m sorry.” She didn’t wait for him to respond but began collecting her things to leave.

“Look, Chella, I’m sorry if I came on too strong. I apologize, but let’s talk about this. Please, let’s not end the night like this.”

“I’m sorry, too, Mitch. I promise you did absolutely nothing wrong, but I must go. We’ll talk another time.”

Flustered, she scrambled out the door, took the elevator down, and caught a cab as she exited the main entrance. Through the taxi’s back window, she saw Mitch run out of the lobby in an effort to stop her but stopped short as he watched her drive away.

He was too late.

Into The Blue - It’s Not Always Hearts And Flowers…

“What women?” Chella asked after Mitch had put down the phone.

“Chella, it’s nothing you need to worry about.”

“You’re keeping something from me that involve other women, and it’s nothing? I specifically asked you when we started seeing each other if there were any women in your life I needed to be concerned about, and you said no.”

“It’s not what you think.”

“Then why don’t you enlighten me?”

He sighed, his glare piercing, then stood and brushed past her.

“This is not something I can talk to you about right now.”

“Why? According to you it would complicate things for us, but you don’t want to tell me what it is,” she said, following him into the kitchen.

“It would complicate things for me, not us.”

“You’re smarter than that. Whatever affects you affects me and vice-versa.”

“This involves other people and things I can’t talk about yet.”

“I get it. This trust thing between us is one-sided,” Chella snapped. “I’m supposed to share with you my deepest fears and thoughts, but you get to keep everything to yourself.”

“That’s not how it is.”

“Really? First, you lie to me about other women in your life, and then you tell me you can’t trust me.”

“I never lied to you about anything.”

“Mitch if things in this relationship are one-sided then what’s the point?”

He stopped what he was doing in the kitchen and walked over to her, placing his hands on her shoulders. “Chella, I’m asking you to please trust me.”

“Mitch, how do you think it makes me feel to know we’re in a relationship and you don’t trust me?”

“I do trust you. This involves very sensitive information about other people, and I have to think carefully about how I handle things first before I say anything. Trust me, please.”

“The last time someone said that to me, we all know how that ended,” she said, pulling away from him.

“Don’t you dare compare me to that psychotic bastard,” he shouted.

“Fine. I guess I have no choice, do I? I’m going to get some work done.” She walked into the guest room and slammed the door behind her.

Onto The Dark Side…

Jade went to her desk and returned with a package. “Tiffany from reception signed for this while we were in our meeting.”

“Thanks,” Chella replied, taking the box from Jade and putting it directly in front of her on her desk.

Chella smiled when she saw the return label from Mitch’s office, the same type of label that had stuck to her rear end that steamy hot afternoon at his office months before. She shook the box gently to see if she’d get a clue as to what was inside.

It’s not jewelry… it’s too heavy.

She tore the tape from the cardboard box. Inside was a gift box, covered in beautiful red fabric. Excited and eager to know what mischief Mitch had been up to, she pulled away the tissue paper covering its contents.

Blood.

If you’d like to get to know Mitch Mariani some more. Read his and Chella’s story in UNCORKED. A new edition is now available with a fun bonus read at the end.

UNCORKED Synopsis


A Contemporary Romance with Elements of Suspense.

Chella Noon’s life isn’t her own. Her success as a Marketing Executive in the cosmetic division of an international conglomerate is overshadowed by a series of tragic events from a decade ago. With no family, few trusted friends and years spent on the run, she opens herself up to the possibility of a future with a sexy new real estate investor despite escalating threats from a psychotic ex determined to torment her.

Mitch Mariani never met a deal he couldn’t close. So when Chella walks into his life, he will stop at nothing to prove he is worthy of her trust. But as Chella’s past catches up to them and danger exposes his well-guarded secrets, his heart may not be the only thing at risk of a tragic end.

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Rebecca Rohman, is a wife and designer currently living in the Northeastern United States. She was a former Sales Manager for a tourist magazine, and for many years prior, she first did Marketing for a jewelry company, and later a fine wine distributor.

About fifteen years ago, she started writing her first romance novel, Uncorked just to purely entertain herself. It was not until early in 2012 when she decided to complete it, and share it with the world. The story was published in February of 2013. Her second novel Love, Lies & The D.A. was released on Tuesday, February 18, 2014. Her third novel, Love M.D. was released in February 2015.


4 Apr 2016

BLOG TOUR & REVIEW: A Problematic Love by Rebecca Rohman


A Problematic Love
Author: Rebecca Rohman
Release Date: February 23rd, 2016
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Romantic Suspense
Pages/Words: 507/ 137,000
Format: Ebook & Paperback

Synopsis

Eight years after her fiancé was murdered, attorney Megan Kole has fully reconciled two areas of her life: her intelligent son, who never knew his father, and the thriving law practice that is her late father's legacy. The remainder of Megan's world stalled in a paralyzing grief that she effectively compartmentalized until a transfer to Seattle brings a handsome, mysterious billionaire into her life.

Daemon Ros has been an outcast since the day he was born. His parents’ lavish but emotionally-vacant lifestyle prompted him to assert his financial independence at a young age. His ailing brother is the only connection he allows to penetrate the vault he has built around his heart, until a devoted mom and her precocious son introduce him to the true meaning of family bonds.

But a chance legal encounter where Megan acts as mediator in a Ros family business dispute leads to far more than either expected. When a shocking truth leads to a love affair between Megan and Daemon that is forbidden in every conceivable way, the barely-restrained chemistry that scorches between them threatens an injunction on everything and everyone they hold dear. As pasts cross, memories threaten, and lies surface in a trial far more deadly than anything inside a courtroom, an arbitration of the heart could prove the only way for them both to make it out alive.



Excerpt

I knock on the door before I enter. A bareback Daemon is on the phone. When he sees me, he reaches his hand out to me and pulls me onto his lap.

He’s speaking German, so I can’t understand a word of what he says. The flat screen TV on the wall ahead of him is on and it appears to be on the local news. If I’m going to frequent this place, I suppose I should learn at least one of the many languages spoken here at some point.

As he talks on the phone, with his open palm, he lightly caresses my breast. I welcome his touch and gaze into his eyes as I reach between his thighs and start a gentle stroke, running my fingertips over his crotch. He’s wearing only sweats. He smiles at me, still talking, but when I start kissing his neck, he slithers his hand between my thighs and through the lace of my panties, he glides his thumb over my clit.

My breaths become long, and when he pulls my crotch to the side and sinks his fingers inside me, I can’t resist. I trail my kisses from his neck and capture his lips. He responds, kissing me through his words. He turns away, quickly says something and drops the phone to the floor before he slides his hand along my jaw and devours my lips.

I turn my body to face him directly, spanning his thighs while still sitting in his chair. He cups my face and brings my lips to join his. While our tongues are in a voracious exchange, he bores his fingers into my ass and presses my body onto his steely erection.

“Wait, wait. Mrs. Hector.”

“We have complete privacy. She won’t interrupt,” he says, recapturing my lips. While we kiss, I sway my core over his firm arousal and my thighs become increasingly wet from the liquid that escapes me. I reach between his sweats and underwear, pulling his length above the waistline of his pants and begin a slow but ever- increasing caress of his protrusive endowment.

I miss him, in every way that matters. With the distance between us over the last few weeks, I feel compelled to show him how much. I want to please him and express to him in any and every way imaginable how much he means to me—how much I love him.

As I continue to stroke him, he gently moves my hand to the side, then he holds onto the crotch of my panties and with one violent tug, I hear the fabric tearing away from my body. He grabs the hem of his T-shirt and raises it over my head.

I am now free. There is nothing left between us but a few locks of my hair. He guides my hips over his shaft and we both watch as my saturated lips glide over his full length.

His breaths become labored and long; his grip on me tightens as I move over him. He folds me in his arms and as we ardently kiss, I feel his erection pressing hard against my clit.

Slowly, I pull away, and when my feet hit the floor, I begin to rise. Daemon tries to follow, but with my index finger, I push him back into his seat. I grab the waistline of both his pants and underwear. He raises his hips as I pull them away from his body and drop them in a pile between his legs.

He smiles at me as he watches my every move. I kiss his lips then his neck. I ensure my nipples graze down his muscular, trimmed stomach as I work my way down, stopping to kiss his belly button and the scar on his stomach.

He sensually roams his palms all over my body. Leaning forward, he buries his fingers into the flesh of my ass.

It’s a pleasure to see him groomed and in all his glory up close. I kneel between his thighs, push his legs wide apart, and tenderly kiss his scrotum. I run my tongue from his base up to his crown and gently stroke him repeatedly. I circle my tongue around his head, and he lets out a pleasurable sigh as I concentrate on the back side of his tip.

I circle his thickness in my palm and continue to lick and suck him. I tighten my hand around his shaft, moving up and down his full length. When I surround him and take his entire length down my throat, he lets out a gratifying gasp as I repeatedly move in and out of him.

He sinks all his fingers into my hair, moving his hips into me. I continuously suck and swallow him.

“Yes, Megan, fuck yes,” he mumbles repeatedly as I take him between my lips. “You’re in-fucking-credible.” He says as I suck him hard while gazing intently at him.

He leans over, clasping my head between his palms, urging me to my feet. He holds my hand, leading the way to the oversized leather chair and ottoman in the corner of the room then directs me to sit.

He places each of my thighs over the arms of the chair and sits on the ottoman. I am so eager. I know what’s coming. I inch my hips forward, awaiting his tongue and lips.

He kisses me then buries his head between my breasts and circles my nipples between his lips. He runs his tongue down to my belly button and kisses me gently while fondling between my thighs. He inches closer to my center and runs his tongue around me, before he softly kisses my clit.

What initially starts as a gentle assault grows into a violent and hungry onslaught over and around my center. He slips two fingers inside me, moving them in and out as he laps my oversized clit. I move in synchronicity with his tongue and lips. As he gets me ever so closer to my release a burst of pleasure exits my lips.

He pulls away and sits on the ottoman. I rise to my feet and lower my body over his monumental erection. He holds my hips, guiding me as I insistently move my ass. He then circles one arm around me and buries his other palm in my hair. He gazes at me for a moment. His stare feels so loaded, penetrating. He leans his forehead against mine then softly kisses me.

We tighten our hold as we move together as one. Soon, he folds me in his arms. We make our way down to the rug. He pins my body in place, pummeling his sweet parts inside me. As the pleasure mounts, his groans tighten and his breaths vigorously increase. I forcefully work my clit. As I rise to a crescendo, his labored breaths join mine. I come to an explosive release. Seconds later, he shouts my name then kisses my lips as he spasms into release.

He gradually stops moving inside me, but still he gazes into my eyes.

“I’m so in love with you,” he says.

“I love you, too.”

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My Thoughts

I am going to begin this by making a confession and hanging my head in shame... I own ALL of Rebecca Rohman's novels in eBook, both individually and the box sets, but A Problematic Love is the first one that I have actually read. I know, it's SHOCKING! I have heard nothing but great things about Ms Rohman's stories, and I've read the "tissue" warning many times in reviews by others ;-) But, I'd just never gotten around to reading any of them.

Lately I've found myself getting bored with the "romance" genre. Well I wouldn't exactly say bored. It just seems that in almost every book I read the characters are all in the same age group. Most of them are under 30. And while there is nothing wrong with this, I have found that I want to read something with slightly older characters. After all, I am now closer in age to 40 than what I am to 30! And that's why A Problematic Love was so refreshing for me. The main characters are a little older - Daemon Ros just turned 40!

And now that I've mentioned Daemon Ros... He was a character that I completely sympathised with.

Not only is Daemon gorgeous, wealthy and used to getting what he wants, he is caring, has a soft spot for children and has a tortured soul. While he loves his brother Donovan and donates to many charities and families in need (many times anonymously), he also feels rejected by his parents and other than the love of his brother, had never known what the love of family feels like.

Megan Kole is strong minded and determined. She is a successful lawyer and after losing her fiance has raised her son Zach on her own. She has coped with her devastating loss by making her life purely about work and her son. Megan has a great family and has known constant love and support, and her family are always there whenever she needs them.

Megan and Daemon's relationship is anything but easy - from the fact that their relationship is seen as forbidden, to the myriad of events that happen throughout their journey to get to where they want to be - they encounter obstacle after obstacle.

A Problematic Love is a story that has it all - action, drama, mystery, adventure, loss, love and some of the best sex scenes that I have EVER read. Ms Rohman's writing is pure genius. I was hooked from the very first page, and I felt like I was in the story with her characters. I felt EVERY emotion that they did, and experienced every disaster and joy right along with them.

I totally loved the fact that A Problematic Love is in no way predictable. Yes, you can see certain events coming, but just when you think you have a situation figured out, something else will happen to throw your train of thought way off. I loved the twists and turns and every emotion that I felt from the first page to the very end!

Thank you Rebecca Rohman for restoring my faith in a genre that I adore and introducing me to your writing. I am definitely reading all your other works now!

I received and ARC from the author in exchange for an honest review.


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Author Information


Rebecca Rohman, is a wife and designer currently living in the Northeastern United States. She was a former Sales Manager for a tourist magazine, and for many years prior, she first did Marketing for a jewelry company, and later a fine wine distributor.

About fifteen years ago, she started writing her first romance novel, Uncorked just to purely entertain herself. It was not until early in 2012 when she decided to complete it, and share it with the world. The story was published in February of 2013. Her second novel Love, Lies & The D.A. was released on Tuesday, February 18, 2014. Her third novel, Love M.D. was released in February 2015.



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13 Feb 2016

BLOG TOUR: To the Stars (Thatch #2) by Molly McAdams


Synopsis

In the second book in New York Times  and USA Today  bestselling author Molly McAdams’ Thatch series, Knox Alexander must convince his long-time love Harlow Evans that they’re meant to be together.

He promised to wait for her.
She told him he was wasting his time.
Not waiting for him ended up being the biggest mistake of her life.

When they were younger, Knox Alexander swore to Harlow Evans that he would wait for her to turn eighteen so they could be together. But that was three and a half years away, and Harlow couldn’t ask him to give up all the fun and thrills of going away to college for her. As the years passed, Knox remained a constant in her life—whether she liked it or not—but when her eighteenth birthday came around, Harlow’s heart belonged to someone else.

Every day for the last four years, Harlow has been haunted by that fateful choice. And though he may appear unaffected by what happened in their past, Knox has always tried to fill the void Harlow left. But when he comes stumbling back into her life and refuses to leave, will Harlow finally let him into her heart…?



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Molly McAdam’s TO THE STARS Review & Excerpt Tour Schedule:

February 10th

Southern Belle Book Blog – Review & Excerpt

A Sky Full of Stars Blog – Review & Excerpt

Books Unhinged – Review & Excerpt

Carver's Book Cravings – Review & Excerpt

FMR Book Grind – Review & Excerpt

This Wacky Momma reads! – Review & Excerpt

Novel Grounds – Review & Excerpt

Perusing Princesses Review & Excerpt

February 11th

Book Bitches Blog – Review & Excerpt

Bookaholic Confessions – Review & Excerpt


Feed Your Fiction Addiction – Review & Excerpt

Jen's Reading Obsession – Review & Excerpt

Lustful Literature – Review & Excerpt


Smut Book Junkie Reviews – Review & Excerpt

February 12th

Brittany's Book Blog – Review & Excerpt


Author Groupies – Review & Excerpt

Best Book Boyfriends – Review & Excerpt

Lushbookreviews – Review & Excerpt


Smokin' Hot Reads Book Blog – Review & Excerpt

February 13th



Read Love Blog – Review & Excerpt

The Reading Cow – Excerpt


Meli's Book Blog – Excerpt

February 14th

A brit & A Yank – Excerpt

Vera is Reading – Excerpt

Pop Fizz Clink Read – Excerpt

The Book Reading Gals – Review & Excerpt


Once Upon A Twilight – Review & Excerpt


February 15th



Books Need TLC – Review

The Cover Contessa – Excerpt

The Phantom Paragrapher – Review & Excerpt



February 16th

Fictitious Delicious – Review & Excerpt

Brooke Blogs – Excerpt

A Bookish Escape – Review

Bound By Books Book Review – Review & Excerpt


Stories and Swag – Review & Excerpt

A pair of okies – Excerpt

February 17th



Reading Lark – Review & Excerpt

Smart & Savvy with Stephanie – Review & Excerpt



Have Words Will Scribble – Review & Excerpt

Movies, Shows & Books – Review & Except

February 18th

My Girlfriends Couch – Review & Excerpt

Wrapped Up In Reading – Review & Excerpt


Eye Candy Bookstore – Review & Excerpt

Go Read A Book – Review & Excerpt

In Between The Pages – Review & Excerpt

Reviews from the Heart – Review & Excerpt

Three Chicks and Their Books – Review & Excerpt

February 19th

Booklover4lifeblog – Review & Excerpt

G & T's Indie Café – Excerpt

ScandalousBook Blog – Review & Excerpt

Love Affair With Fiction – Review & Excerpt

Ripe For Reader – Review & Excerpt

StuckInBooks – Review & Excerpt


I'm A Book Shark – Review & Excerpt


Excerpt

“I just had to see her.”

Both of them sat there staring at me like they didn’t know what to do with me anymore. “Why?” Graham finally asked. “Why, Knox? This can only go bad for you. You have to be able to see that, you’re not blind, man.”

“I love—”

“Don’t!” He cut me off. “Just stop. The way you talk to her, how often you talk to her, the fact that you went to see her tonight … all of those things are marks against you. Knox, you can go to jail. We can’t let you do that over some girl.”

Deacon didn’t add anything, but he was nodding.

“Dude, you need to stop talking to her, and you need to move on to someone who is at least eighteen.”

I huffed. “To who? Someone like Madison? Someone I can’t stand to be around, but informed me we were dating because she thinks we’re perfect together? I only let it go on because it shut you two up about Harlow!” I ran my hands over my face and groaned. “Look, I know you two hate the thought of Harlow, but I love her. That’s it; I love her.”

“But you can’t,” Deacon reminded me.

I kept talking like he hadn’t. “Throughout everything since middle school we have all been there for each other, and it is such bullshit that my best friends have turned on me now. Okay, yeah, I thought we were going to come to Seattle and party all the time and hook up with as many girls as possible. I know that was the plan. I know the plan wasn’t to get serious until after college, but screw the fucking plans! I met Harlow and I knew immediately that she was it. It wasn’t that I just wanted her; I needed her. I get that it isn’t the best situation, trust me, no one gets that more than I do; but I don’t need both of you making this that much harder for both of us! Harlow knows you both hate her. How do you think that makes her feel? How do you think that makes me feel? What would it be like for you, Graham, if Deacon and I hated the girl you were in love with?”

Graham looked like he was about to yell, but took a calming breath and said, “You aren’t understanding that you can’t be in love with her. Jesus Christ, Knox, Harlow is a child!”

My eyes narrowed. “That’s disgusting, don’t do that.”

“She is! You think of Grey as a little kid, and they’re the same age.”

“Grey isn’t as mature as Harlow. Harlow has spent her entire life with people our age; she doesn’t fit in with people her age. She doesn’t think or act like a sixteen-year-old. And no one has thought of Grey as a little kid since she got tits when she was twelve, Graham, get over it.”

“That’s true,” Deacon murmured.

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Molly grew up in California but now lives in the oh-so-amazing state of Texas with her husband, daughter, and fur babies. When she's not diving into the world of her characters, some of her hobbies include hiking, snowboarding, traveling, and long walks on the beach … which roughly translates to being a homebody with her hubby and dishing out movie quotes. She has a weakness for crude-humored movies and fried pickles, and loves curling up in a fluffy comforter during a thunderstorm ... or under one in a bathtub if there are tornadoes. That way she can pretend they aren't really happening.


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11 Feb 2016

BOOK TOUR: Ink & Lies by S.L. Jennings

Synopsis

From International Best Selling Romance Novelist, Hope Hughes, comes a gripping, heartfelt tale of two lovers, fighting for the freedom to…

No. Scratch that. Too cheesy.

…two people, torn apart by the tumultuous tides of life, only to discover refuge in…

WTF? What does that even mean? DELETE.

…two people, confused as shit as to where they should be and who they should love and none of this means a damn thing because it’s all lies!

Lies.

I’m not Hope Hughes. I’m not some fierce woman romance machine. Hell, I’m not even a woman.

I’m a liar.

And while I refuse to believe my own BS, deceit masked in heartfelt phrases of love and devotion, I want to make her believe them. Because maybe—just maybe—if she can find the soul within my words, she’ll also be able to find the truth scribbled on my heart.

You see, I once lived for the perfect plot twist.

I just never expected to actually live it.

This is my story. Well, maybe her story. I just wish I could make it our story.

The one I’m still writing.


Excerpt

“Yeah, but…” Her eyes grow wide and glossy as she tries to sift through all the reasons why that theory shouldn’t apply to her. In the end, she relies on her heart. “You said I wasn’t like those other women…that those other women weren’t me.”

I should tell her she’s right. I should put her out of her misery and reassure her that the last ten years were as real and meaningful to me as they were for her. That even though I may sling gift-wrapped bullshit for the general public, only she knows the true, honest parts of my heart. But with my tongue possessed by the taste of her rejection, I play the petty card, and do just the opposite.

“I guess I was wrong, especially considering yesterday’s events. Maybe you’re no different from them. And maybe you were right about me…that I do sabotage with sex to keep people at arm’s length. Because in the end, that’s all I want anyway, right?”

“You don’t mean that.”

I nod. “Yeah. I do.”

“So what are you saying?” The hurt is so thick in her throat that I can barely hear the words.

I suck in a breath, and scrub a hand over my forehead. “You were right about me. About us. We shouldn’t have done…what we did. And we can’t move on and pretend that it didn’t change us. What’s done is done.”

“I agree,” she nods, with a tinge of hope in her voice.

“So, maybe we should just see this for what it is—the end. You’re starting your life with Joshua and moving away, and I’m going on with mine.”

“Wait, August. No, that’s not—”

“You didn’t actually think we’d be able to keep this up, did you? What, you thought we’d turn out to be the modern day Cathy and Heathcliff? I’m not some swoony, literary hero, Fi. I’m not here to rescue you from your shitty love life that stems from your shitty childhood.”

“I never said you were—”

I’m rambling, spewing verbal diarrhea all over her blue cashmere, but I can’t stop. I can’t shut off the bile that has been choking me since this morning when she disclosed her impending nuptials. “You have Joshua. He’s the one you chose. He’s the one you want. You made that perfectly clear. So what the fuck do you need with me?”

“I thought we were friends, August. I thought you and me were—”

“Well, I guess you were wrong. Friends don’t fuck each other and then five minutes later get engaged. And why would you want to be friends with some empty, misogynistic prick like me anyway?”

“I-I didn’t mean,” her voice cracks, and the first tear escapes. She quickly dashes it away, refusing to let me play witness to her weakness. But I’ve already seen it. I share that very same weakness that has her bottom lip trembling. I’m just too much of a coward to show it.

“Look, I’m sorry. I think we just need a break.”

“A break. Yes,” she nods, dashing away tears. “You’re right. We both said things we shouldn’t have. Let’s just take a few days to…”

“No. A break from this,” I clarify, gesturing between us. “From us. This isn’t working anymore.”

“You’re being melodramatic, August. We’ve had fights before. We’ve said things we didn’t mean, and we always were able to work it out.”

I shake my head and look away, refusing to acknowledge the dejection on her face. “But I meant everything I said.”

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S.L. Jennings is a New York Times & USA Today bestselling author of contemporary and paranormal romance, reality TV junkie, obsessive coffee drinker and collector of crazy.


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From New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author Rachel Van Dyken.
 
Reid Emory has never had reason to question his luck with the ladies. As the owner of a lethal set of aqua-blue eyes and a devastating grin, this Hollywood heartthrob always brings his A game…but lately his luck seems to have run out. The actor is in need of some help, and there’s only one person he can trust to take his love life—and his career—to an explosive new level.

Jordan Litwright’s newest client is trying her patience. As a publicist, she’s more than content to stay in the background and let others shine. But when a publicity stunt backfires, she suddenly finds herself thrust into the spotlight—as Reid’s new love interest. And while other men usually overlook her, Reid is focusing in with laserlike intensity. There’s no denying they have serious chemistry.

But once Reid breaks into the big time, can they turn their made-for-the-media romance into a forever love?


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Max jumped onto the couch and held up his hands. “Before you do this, remember, our mother has a Jesus sticker on her car. What would she say?”

“Must you bring her into everything?” Reid roared, stopping in front of the couch, chest heaving.

Max shrugged. “It’s not my fault I’m her favorite son.”

“Says who?”

“Mom. This morning.”

“Was this before or after you added vodka to her coffee and slipped her a pill?”

Max gasped.

Becca made her way around the brothers and motioned for me to walk with her toward the kitchen. No words were spoken. She simply popped the cork from the wine bottle and poured what looked like three servings into a glass and slid it toward me. “Believe me, it helps.”

I took the glass and sipped while she drank straight from the bottle. “Does he ever . . . stop being . . . Max?” I asked. “Curious minds want to know.”

Max jumped off the couch, and naturally he made his own swish sound effect before landing on his feet, thrusting his hands into the air, and turning toward Reid. “I’ve been her favorite ever since I won at gymnastics.”

“You don’t win at gymnastics,” Reid said through clenched teeth. “You get scored.”

“Perfect ten.” Max winked back at us, then covered his mouth and said, “Zero,” while pointing to Reid.

“We were six!” Reid argued.

“Dude!” Max held up his hands. “I’m just saying, it’s not your fault you’re not the favorite. Let it go, man, just like Rose let go of Jack.”

“Who’s Jack?” I whispered.

Becca choked on her wine. “Oh, well, uh, last year Reid had a momentary breakdown because of Max peer pressuring me to shoot Reid in the ass with a tranq gun . . . he spent an hour singing ‘My Heart Will Go On.’” I winced. “Off-key.”

“Damn you!” Reid turned on his heel and thrust his finger in our direction. “What did I ever do to you!” I think he was talking to Becca. “I hit on you once, one time—”

“—thrice.” Max coughed.

“And the only reason was so that I could get back at this one.” He jerked his hand back to Max, nearly hitting him in the face. “Because he told Grandma the lock on my door was broken. I was taken advantage of!”

“Well, it was!” Max rolled his eyes.

“Because you took a sledgehammer to it, you bastard!”

Max grinned. “Guilty.”

Honestly, I wasn’t sure what they were talking about. So I did what any sane girl would do. I drank.

And when my glass was nearly empty, Becca very kindly refilled it while Reid and Max continued pacing around the living room.

“You think if we chant fight, they’ll take their shirts off?” Becca asked.

I eyed Reid’s near perfect physique. “One can only hope.”

“Dirty girls,” Max shouted. “Both of you! Jezebel! I won’t have you poisoning her mind!”

“Oh, please.” I rolled my eyes. “And stop calling me a whore!”

“Term of endearment when Max says it.” Becca patted my hand. “Next time just say thank you. It’s easier that way.”

I glanced back at the guys just in time to see Reid launch himself at Max, hands wrapped tightly around his neck, holding him against the couch while Max screamed. “Help, help!”

“We should probably intervene.” Becca took a long sip of wine and set her glass down on the table, then yawned.

“Yeah.” Max started turning purple. “We probably should. What do you normally do? Take off your top? Blow a whistle? Call the cops?”

“Cops refuse to come when Emorys call—believe me, it’s like the whole McDonald’s thing. Public service refuses to help them now.”

“Makes sense.”

Max made a choking noise while he tried to kick Reid in the shin.

“Oh, well.” Becca walked slowly toward the guys. I followed. I expected her to gently ask them to stop fighting and separate them.

Instead, she punched Reid in the face and then separated them.

He stumbled back.

I caught him and fell backward against the other couch while he rubbed his face and whispered, “My hero.”

“My lungs broke your fall,” I wheezed.

Max gasped for air. “You know my biggest fear is not breathing!”

“Not breathing?” I had to ask, I just had to.

Reid chuckled. “For six years Max was convinced every food was going to cause him to go into anaphylactic shock because Oprah did a segment where some chick nearly died after eating a kiwi!”

“A kiwi!” Max repeated hoarsely. “Who dies from kiwi? That chick.” He shook his head vigorously. “I refuse to go down eating.”

Reid moved off me and sat back on the couch. “He took Benadryl every time he ate fruit.”

Max narrowed his eyes. “Make fun now, but we both know that watermelon gave me hives! My throat closed, you bastard!”

“Maybe if you took smaller bites . . .” Reid said helpfully.

Max lunged again.

Becca grabbed him by the shirt and tugged him back onto his own couch. “No more fighting, we have engagement pictures tomorrow.”

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Rachel Van Dyken is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author of regency and contemporary romances. When she's not writing you can find her drinking coffee at Starbucks and plotting her next book while watching The Bachelor.

She keeps her home in Idaho with her Husband, adorable son, and two snoring boxers! She loves to hear from readers!

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