Black Belt In Love Release Blitz!

Title: Black Belt in Love

Series: Powerhouse M.A. Series Book Three

Author: Winter Travers

Genre: Contemporary Sports Romance

Release Date: September 29, 2017 Cover Model: Troy Gerkey Photographer: David Gaustad Photography Cover Designer: MGBookCovers

Kennedy

Kennedy Kramer has lived the dream. It just wasn't her dream. Yearning to build a life of her own, free of her overbearing parents, she opens Zen yoga studio.

To appease her distressed parents and get them off her back, she needs to convince them she’s living the life they want for her.

She somehow finds herself entangled with Dante Craig and Operation: Decoy.

Dante

Dante Craig doesn’t want for much. As long as he has his friends and can do karate whenever he wants, he’s good to go.

With nothing holding him back or tying him down, Dante latches onto Karlton's harebrained scheme to be Kennedy’s Decoy. But it turns into something neither of them saw coming. Her ass in those yoga pants only helps cement the concept of making the temporary decoy position a permanent one.

Kennedy might have a decoy, but Dante is the one with the secret. When light is shined onto the truth, will they earn a black belt in love or end up with broken hearts?

“I’m a fighter, Kennedy. It’s what I’m good at.” I sat up and scooted around to sit on my knees next to Dante. My fingertips grazed the cut on his face. “But do you have to get hurt doing it?” “This doesn’t happen all of the time. The guy got a lucky punch in today, and the damn mat cut me.” “Black eye and a cut, but you still won,” I said lightly. That didn’t really seem like a win to me. He grabbed my hand and pressed a kiss to my fingertips. “Stop focusing on that.” He grabbed me around the waist and lifted me into his lap. I straddled him and I wrapped my arms around his neck. “I’m thirty-nine, honey, but that doesn't mean shit. I can beat half the guys out on the circuit.” “I do have to admit that it’s pretty hot that you can beat up someone half your age.” He chuckled and shook his head. “As much as I’d love to compete against those guys, I compete in the thirty-five and older bracket, honey. I just train against those guys which gives me an advantage against all the other old guys trying to get their asses kicked.” I ran my fingers through his silver hair and smiled. “You really are a Silver Fox Ninja,” I muttered.

UNIVERSAL LINK

UNIVERSAL LINK

  a Rafflecopter giveaway

Winter Travers is a devoted wife, mother, and aunt turned author who was born and raised in Wisconsin. After a brief stint in South Carolina following her heart to chase the man who is now her hubby, they retreated back up North to the changing seasons, and the place they now call home.

Winter spends her days writing happily ever afters, and her nights zipping around on her forklift at work. She also has an addiction to anything MC related, her dog Thunder, and Mexican food! (Tamales!)

Winter loves to stay connected with her readers. Don’t hesitate to reach out and contact her.

HOSTED BY:

Cowesex Release Blitz with ARC Review!

RELEASE BLITZ

Title: CowSex

Author: Lesley Jones

Release Date: September 29, 2017

Genre: Romantic Comedy - Standalone

BLURB

When you add two strangers to a cabin, in the middle of a snow storm, the obvious happens...

     

CowSex.

     

When Essex lifestyle blogger and fashionista, Gracie Elliott crash lands into the life of Colorado mountain man Koa Carmichael, fists, chemistry and sexual banter ensue.  After sharing some sweet, emotional as well as laugh-out-loud moments, they find it impossible to deny that they might have just discovered what neither of them knew they were looking for.

                   

CowSex, sometimes all you need is a little bit.

Add to Goodreads TBR: http://bit.ly/2jf08yG

Amazon US: http://amzn.to/2xRrMHL

Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/2fEkNez

Amazon CA:  http://amzn.to/2yyj0ev

Amazon AU: http://amzn.to/2xLLkfZ

Universal link for BN, iBooks, and Kobo: https://www.books2read.c om/u/bwWoEa


MY REVIEW:

A brilliantly hilarious, fun, sexy, flirty romantic comedy unlike any other! I not only learned what Cowsex means ( I feel like such a dork for not knowing to begin with) but I learned so many other different words and sayings that had me giggling And wishing I seen more of them in books.

This is the kind of romantic comedy that had me rolling on the floor, holding my stomach, laughing so hard I can't stand it kind of story, yet it had plenty of  sexiness, crazy antics, and fabulous characters! I not only laughed a lot, I couldn't help but to squirm and sigh and get all hot and bothered over the sizzling heat, chemistry, and definitely the sex! And this cover is freaking GORGEOUS! I LOOOOOOOOOOOOVED every "little bit" of this story. It was so much fun and HOT HOT HOOOOOOOT! I am in absolute awe over Lesley Jones and I can't believe this is the first book I read by her. Now more than ever, I am itching to read every other book she has ever written because baby, I am now HOOKED!

Cowsex gets a DELICIOUSLY ENTERTAINING FIVE SHOOTING STARS! Its a breath of fresh air in romantic comedy and its just a downright hoot! HIGHLY RECOMMEND IT! 

    

 

EARLY REVIEWS OF COWSEX

I was blown away with the beauty of this.  So funny and so real.  I love a page turner but more than anything I love feeling all churned up and not knowing what's round the corner.

***********

I will go on record and say this is my No.1 book of the year!  So funny I got a head, cheek and belly ache from laughing/smiling so hard...

***********

When you wake up smiling then start laughing out loud just thinking about the scenes and the lines.  Yes this book does that.  One of funniest Books I've read this year!

**********

EXCERPT

“He scoops ice out of a drawer in the freezer and wraps the tea towel around it before heading back towards me and placing his makeshift ice pack gently on the back of my wrist.

“Hold this in place,” he orders. I do as I’m told—with a lot of concentration, this is something I am occasionally able to do.

I continue to watch him as he repeats his movements from earlier, only this time he slides the ice pack under my wrist.

He then proceeds to retrieve what I assume are a couple of painkillers from a pack he takes from the pantry. He hands them to me, and I put them in my mouth before accepting a bottle of water he pulled from the fridge.

“You drugging me?” I question.

“Yep. They’re magic pills that stop you from talking, but they only work on beautiful girls. Not sure if you qualify.”

“Oh, and he’s a fucking comedian as well as a first-aider. What other skills can you impress me with, Cowboy?”

He scratches at his beard and gives his head a slight shake. “You have a smart mouth for a little-bit, anyone ever tell you that?”

All the time.

“And you should quit with the cussing. It doesn’t become you.”

“Fuck you.”

“Charming.”

We stare at each other in silence for a few seconds, and I feel a bit mean for being rude. He didn’t have to help me out with my arm, but he did, and he did it with a gentleness that surprised me.

“So, where’d you learn the first-aid skills?”

“Played a lot of football, got a lot of injuries, learned how to fix myself up.”

“By football, I assume you mean that game where men wear lots of padding, run along carrying a wonky ball, knock other men out of the way until they reach a line, where they then proceed to throw down the wonky ball and score a point, or a goal, or something similar? Would that be the game you’re referring to?”

He folds his arms across his chest and leans back against the worktop opposite where he sat me.

“It would be the game that’s played something like the way you described that I’m talking about, yes.”

I nod and then shake my head. “Always puzzled me why you would call that football when so much of the game is played with the hands. The foot and the ball, rarely actually coming into contact.”

“Well, what would you call it?”

“Big men that are scared of getting hurt, so they wear lots of padding while they run, ball.”

“Now who’s being a comedian?”

“I’m female, so it’s comedienne.”

“What’s the difference?”

“We’re actually much funnier.”

That earns me a smirk, and I swing my legs while sitting on the worktop, basking in the satisfaction that I’ve almost made him smile.”

Lesley Jones (c) 2017

AUTHOR BIO

Lesley Jones was born and raised in Essex, England but moved to Australia in 2006 with her family.  Her first book, Saviour, was published in 2013 and she quickly gained a reputation as a writer of gritty, down to earth characters, involved in angsty and emotional plot lines.  Carnage, her third novel, has won a number of awards for ‘Best Ugly Cry’.  Her readers love the fact that she can switch her stories from hot and steamy, to snot bubble ugly crying, followed by laugh out loud moments, in the space of a few sentences.  She has declared that the very best part of her job is meeting her readers and has travelled the world a number of times over the past few years to do exactly that.  When not writing, she has admitted to being a prolific reader, getting through around four or five books a week.  She is a fan of trashy reality TV, listening to music, watching her son play football and enjoys a glass of wine… or three.

AUTHOR LINKS

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/LesleyJonesAuthor

Facebook Group:  https://www.facebook.com/groups/ForTheLoveOfLesleyJones

Twitter:  https://twitter.com/LesleyKJones

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/lesleyjonesauthor

Amazon:  http://amzn.to/2xXPm39

Bookbub:  http://bit.ly/2jep2OG

Too Beautiful To Break Release Blitz with ARC Review!

TOO BEAUTIFUL TO BREAK Release Week Blitz 

ABOUT THE BOOK

Title: TOO BEAUTIFUL TO BREAK

Author: Tessa Bailey

Series: Romancing The Clarksons, #4

On Sale: September 26, 2017

Publisher: Forever

Mass Market: $7.99 USD

eBook: $5.99 USD

Add to Goodreads

A love of a lifetime . . .

Leaving Belmont Clarkson is the hardest thing Sage Alexander has ever done. From the moment they met, she knew Belmont was the one, and getting up close and personal with him on his family's epic road trip has taken her desire to a new, even hotter level. But there's no way she can go there---not without revealing secrets that could devastate them both.

Losing Sage is not an option. Belmont's heart is hers, has always been hers. He knows she's hiding something from him, but nothing will stand in his way of telling her just how much she means to him. Finding her is easy---saving her from her past could cost him everything.

MY REVIEW:

A heartfelt romance with sizzling chemistry, smoking hot hero, and a beautiful and bold heroine! Tessa Bailey writes romance RIGHT! She gives you a great read with smoldering sex, fabulous banter that is just as witty as you can imagine and a storyline that brings me great joy.

Too Beautiful To Break deserves an award! It is sassy, flirty, full of heart, great chemistry and that cover just makes me SWOON. I loved everything about this book and I can't wait to share my love for it with fellow readers. 

This book gets a UNBELIEVABLY SWEET FIVE SHOOTING STARS! It stole my breath, my heart, right along with my soul. AN ABSOLUTE DELIGHT! 

TEASERS:

TOO BEAUTIFUL TO BREAK excerpt

“You don’t have to leave right away,” Sage said when Belmont turned, watching her from beneath his eyebrows. “Can you wait here while I take a quick shower?”

Maybe that hadn’t been the right thing to say. His big back heaved and the touch of his tongue in her mouth came crashing in like a behemoth wave. They had crossed an unspoken boundary on the train platform. There was no going back to before, to when they stopped at rough, crushing embraces. As if that hadn’t been…more than sexual somehow.

“Yes, I’ll wait,” he said, his voice sounding like serrated metal. “I can light the fire for you.”

I’ll say. God, why did everything sound like an innuendo now? If her body weren’t flush and sweating beneath the jumpsuit, she would have laughed about it. But there was nothing funny about having Belmont looming mere yards away, looking like one word of encouragement would snap his chain and send him barreling toward her. “That would be perfect. I’ll just be…a few minutes.”

Sage all but dove into the itty-bitty bathroom, pressing her back up against the door and willing her racing heart to calm down. Why had she asked him to stay? Her resolve would weaken with every passing second. Biting down on her lower lip, she began the excruciating task of lowering the zipper of her jumpsuit, which kicked up a protest in her triceps and shoulder muscles. When she finally got it down, she gripped the hem of her T-shirt and attempted to lift it over her head.

Her arms wouldn’t cooperate. They flat out wouldn’t rise any higher than her ribs, leaving the T-shirt suspended in midair. Her muscles burned like someone had doused them in lighter fluid and held them above a flame. Sage’s agony must have escaped in the form of a whimper, because Belmont’s boots scraped just outside the door. And her stomach hollowed with awareness, lightning racing all over her skin.

“Sage.” His voice was deep, urgent. “Do you need help?”

No. Say no. She’d only gotten finished reminding him she didn’t need him. But in this case, it would be a lie and she’d done so much of that lately. With Belmont. The most truthful person she knew. “I can’t get my shirt off.” Her nose started to ache, the tip probably turning red. “My arms hurt.”

His growl was short and broken. A beat passed before the door opened and she felt Belmont filling the doorway behind her. She flicked a glance up to the ancient mirror and confirmed what she’d seen in her mind’s eyes. Belmont towering over her like an avenging angel, outlined by candlelight. He’d taken off his coat, leaving him in a black long-sleeved shirt, which he’d rolled up to the elbows. Every inch of visible skin was shot through with strained cords of muscle, as if his frustration were written on him like a road map.

Sage still had the shirt halfway lifted, so her lower back was visible. Not a big deal to most people. But Belmont had never seen anything below her neck. Or above her knees. With the jumpsuit peeled halfway down, the band of her underwear might even be peeking out.

Breathing grew difficult as Belmont took one step closer and took hold of the T-shirt, his knuckles grazing the small of her back. “You’re wearing”—his breath ghosted down her neck—“my shirt.”

Sage only realized she’d closed her eyes when they popped open. Oh God. In the shock of Belmont arriving, she’d forgotten. “I am?” Her mouth was parched. “L-look at that.”

“I am looking.” She jumped when Belmont reached over her shoulder with his left hand and turned on the shower, the sound of spray filling the room. Then the roughness of his knuckles returned, sliding up her spine along with the shirt. “I like knowing there was a layer of me standing between you and the earth.”

Her legs took on the consistency of Jell-O. His touch was a drug, making her languid, although it was different than the way he usually touched her. There was sex this time. So much of it. And it was that major difference that allowed Sage to accept the skimming of his fingers. Accept the part of herself that lusted. They were in a dark room and time had surely suspended anywhere outside this little plot of square footage. Words ached to leave her mouth, words that wouldn’t be suitable in the sunlight. This man, so warm and brave and large at her back, knew things about her no one else did. What was one more secret? “I stole it out of your suitcase. I broke a commandment and everything.”

“Why?” He breathed into her hair, sinking heat like an anchor in her belly. The shirt came off, her arms dropped to her sides, and she was left in nothing but a bra from the waist up. Inches from Belmont. “Why, sweetest girl?”

A light steam had begun curling in the air like beckoning fingers. Maybe this is a dream. It felt like one of the fevered fantasies she woke from on occasion, sweat slicking her breasts and neck. “Because I like the way you smell and it hadn’t been washed.”

His exhale was gravelly. “Sage.”

“Yes.”

She thought he might not respond, but finally he asked a question that made her nipples turn to hard points. “Can you manage”—a long, windy inhale—“the bra?”

Sage tried. She really, truly did. Her arms felt as though they might break off and hit the floor, but she reached back until her muscles locked up, refusing to move farther. But Belmont was already there, pushing them back down, holding them at her hips.

“Jesus. Please, stop. I can’t watch it.” His touch disappeared only for a second and then the cotton material of the bra tightened over her breasts. She could feel him working the back clasp with fingers she knew so well. They’d tunneled through her hair so many times, twisted in her clothing, but had never, ever, touched her with any kind of…intent. Intent to seduce. And that’s what he was doing, intentional or not. The inhibitions she’d held close forever, circled the drain, along with the shower water. “Your back is so beautiful.” A ghost of a fingertip traced down her spine. “But I need to leave before I—”

“What?”

“Before I turn you around.” They weren’t touching, but she could sense the shudder that ran through him. “Or look in that mirror.”

Right or wrong, the mine, their codependency aside, Sage knew if she let him leave just then, she would regret it for all time. Her body had been woken up. By one man. He’d kept her on the razor’s edge for thousands of miles, surrounding her with his power and taking it away. Over and over. And this fever wrapping around them in the tiny bathroom was completely different from easing his anxiety. Finally, she felt like a woman standing in front of him, instead of a calming device. This was mutual and alive and she couldn’t stand it to end. Tomorrow might be a different story, but this moment was the culmination of a thousand dreams and she could no more deny herself than she could forget his face.

“Belmont, do you think of the kiss?”

“I never stop,” he groaned into her hair. “Never.”

She took a deep breath for courage. “Will you shower with me?”

BUY THE BOOK HERE

Amazon

Barnes & Noble

Books-A-Million

Google Play

iBooks

Indiebound

Kobo

THE ROMANCING THE CLARKSONS SERIES

TOO HOT TO HANDLE, #1

TOO WILD TO TAME, #2

TOO HARD TO FORGET, #3

TOO CLOSE TO CALL, #3.5

TOO BEAUTIFUL TO BREAK, #4

Series Page on Goodreads

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Tessa Bailey is originally from Carlsbad, California. The day after high school graduation, she packed her yearbook, ripped jeans, and laptop, and drove cross-country to New York City in under four days. Her most valuable life experiences were learned thereafter while waitressing at K-Dees, a Manhattan pub owned by her uncle. Inside those four walls, she met her husband, best friend, and discovered the magic of classic rock, managing to put herself through Kingsborough Community College and the English program at Pace University at the same time. Several stunted attempts to enter the work force as a journalist followed, but romance writing continued to demand her attention.

She now lives in Long Island, New York with her husband and daughter. Although she is severely sleep-deprived, she is incredibly happy to be living her dream of writing about people falling in love.  

Website

Facebook

Twitter

Instagram

Goodreads

FOLLOW FOREVER ONLINE

Website

Facebook

Twitter

Instagram

Pinterest

GIVEAWAY

https://app.viralsweep.com/view_widget/a7fc51-24705

Book Information

Add to Goodreads: http://bit.ly/2fk61cu

Buy The Book Here

Amazon: http://amzn.to/2ygaOQ7

Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/2xy3KBc

Books-A-Million: http://bit.ly/2fDp7Y5

Google Play: http://bit.ly/2xlcTei

iBooks: http://apple.co/2w9oVGl

IndieBound: http://bit.ly/2jO7PMs

Kobo: http://bit.ly/2hkMNUF

The Series

Series Page on Goodreads: http://bit.ly/2bKdUDo 

Author Information

Author Website: http://bit.ly/1XpoRvw 

Facebook: http://bit.ly/24WNNzW 

Twitter: http://bit.ly/1skJEF1 

Instagram: http://bit.ly/1Xpp9T0 

Goodreads: http://bit.ly/2bQrnbS 

Follow Forever Online

Website: http://bit.ly/1W6ZY8C 

Facebook: http://bit.ly/1Zmyycz 

Twitter: http://bit.ly/2aF6B0X 

Instagram: http://bit.ly/1Xco7tE 

Pinterest: http://bit.ly/23uLXQZ 

Tempting Release with ARC Review!

Crystal Kaswell

Tempting
Release Date September 28, 2017

Blurb: 

He’s my best friend’s older brother, off limits and incredibly tempting.

I shouldn’t peak into Brendon’s sketchbook, even if the tattoo artist is as brooding and stoic as the day is long. I can’t help myself. I peel it open, run my fingers along the paper, soak up every ounce of him.

His drawings are as beautiful and bold as his dark eyes and his cocky smile. Only, there, on the third page--that’s no tattoo mockup. That’s me.

Naked.

Ready.

Waiting in his bed.

There’s no denying it--those are my blue glasses, my green eyes, my flushed cheeks.

Brendon wants me.

The smoking hot, ten thousand miles out of my league bad boy wants me-- a good girl virgin with thick glasses and no game.

It’s perfect.

Only it’s not.

He’s my best friend’s older brother. He’s off limits.

But damn is he tempting.

MY REVIEW:

Tempting was and is a sinfully sexy, smoldering romance with temptation that is beyond compare. The characters are developed and strong and kind of amazing while the storyline takes hold of you and just doesn't let go. 

First we get a great cover that is just plain mouthwatering. Then a blurb that piqued my interest and the hero had me fanning myself while our heroine seemed bold, beautiful and a take charge kind of woman. The sex was decadent and wicked and the plot very well thought out. 

Tempting gets a SINFUL FIVE SHOOTING STARS! Its fun, flirty, and just plain TEMPTING!

Buy Here

About the Author:

Crystal Kaswell writes fun, sexy new adult romances with damaged heroes and the strong women who unlock their hearts.

She is a USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestseller. Her best known series are Sinful Serenade and Dangerous noise–both follow the men in a rock band the the women they love. She adores writing bad boys, alpha males, and tortured heroes (and sometimes men who are all three).

Her weaknesses include dark chocolate, homemade chai lattes, Netflix marathons, and tattooed men in skinny jeans (especially if they’re wearing eyeliner). She is a diehard defender of pop-punk music, the present tense, and Katniss Everdeen.

Website  Newsletter  Goodreads  Amazon  Facebook  Twitter

Buy links:

https://goo.gl/iN466W

Author Links:

Website: http://www.crystalkaswell.com/

Newsletter: http://www.crystalkaswell.com/subscribe-to-my-mailing-list/

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8379758.Crystal_Kaswell

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Crystal-Kaswell/e/B00MLKWZIM/ 

Facebook: http://twitter.com/crystalkaswell

Twitter: http://twitter.com/crystalkaswell