Tuesday, October 6, 2015

New Releases & GIVEAWAYS from Elizabeth Miceli, Lisa Cardiff, Miranda Liasson, Suzanne Halliday, Franca Storm, & Emily Hemmer


Barren by Elizabeth Miceli
(Barren #1)
Published by: Swoon Romance
Publication date: October 6th 2015
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult

Synopsis:
I cried, praying for him to finish. I closed my eyes and tried to envision myself somewhere else… somewhere where I was happy. I thought of my family all piled around our tree on Christmas morning. I thought of singing with my band. I thought of Caitlin and me baking cookies and watching movies together. But after just a few seconds of pretending, Mike would hit me or thrust deeper and I would be back in reality. I was being raped. I was all alone. I was the damsel in distress. And there was no one there to save me.

Seventeen-year-old Stacey Lorenzo’s poor self-esteem has always consumed her. When her significant weight loss leaves her still feeling powerless- and with an eating disorder- she turns to partying to cope. This only makes matters worse because at a party she is raped, which leaves her psyche at an all-time low. Stacey drugs, cuts, and hooks up with countless guys in an attempt to find herself. But if Stacey doesn’t find a way to face her demons and overcome her fears, she might find herself in a hole so dark, even love won’t be able to pull her out.



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Elizabeth hails from the smallest state with the biggest heart. She started off at The University of is why she is studying to become a sex therapist/couples counselor. Elizabeth loves spending time with her family and friends, singing, eating everything Italian, and baking cookies. She is “in love with love” which is probably why the driving force in almost everything she writes is romance. When she’s not getting lost in her characters she can be found waiting for her prince charming in her North Kingstown, Rhode Island home.
Akron and then transferred to the University of Rhode Island. She is a double major in both Psychology and Human Development and Family Studies. Although she loves writing- she also has a passion for helping others which

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Revenge will be sought.
Love will be tested.
Lives will be lost.
One minute, I could see my future with Hattie and our baby. The next, moment cured me of the illusion. Vargas blood ran through my veins and regardless of what I wanted, the darkness would always win.
Make no mistake. I will save Hattie.
I will kill every last person affiliated with the Alvarez Cartel. But then, I will set her free…
Because that’s the only way to save her from me.

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After spending years practicing law and a million other things, Lisa decided to pursue her dream of becoming a writer and she must confess that inventing characters is so much more fun than writing contracts and legal briefs. A native of Colorado, she lives with her husband and three children in Denver. When she isn’t managing the chaos of raising three children and owning her own business, she can be found reading or writing a book.
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This Love of Mine
by Miranda Liasson
Series: Mirror Lake, #2
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 6, 2015



Bridal shop owner Meg Halloran spends her days making other women’s wedding dreams come true—and her nights dreaming of her childhood crush, hometown heartthrob Dr. Benjamin Rushford. After a lifetime of wearing her heart on her sleeve, she’s done waiting. Meg’s ready to find love, with or without him. Moving on feels right—until Ben pops an unexpected question.

To win the open ER position in Mirror Lake, Ben has to convince the board that he’s settled and ready to put down roots. His latest stroke of genius? Asking Meg, the local good girl, to be his pretend girlfriend. With her by his side, he’s a shoo-in for the job. But he’s in over his head because, as much as he tries to deny it, Meg tempts him. And if she learns the truth about a secret that has shadowed and shaped his life, will she ever be able to forgive him?



Meg is on a date with the town veterinarian, named Cole, and Ben is not happy...

Cole looked eager and intent. “Say, listen, Meg, The Palace is showing the sequel to some road trip comedy. Would you be interested in seeing it with me this weekend?”
Before she could answer, his beeper went off. He took it out of his pocket and squinted at it. “I’m not on call tonight, but sometimes the animal hospital calls me if one of my patients is admitted. Would you excuse me a moment?”
“Sure. I’ll look over the menu while you’re gone.” She didn’t need to look at it, because she’d grown up in this bar and knew the entire thing by heart. In college her standard order was nachos and beer, with girlfriends it was margaritas and quesadillas, and for date night it was a Reuben and fries. She snuck her phone out in front of the menu and kept reading her book. The rugged Navy SEAL alpha hero was just getting ready to grovel to the heroine after being an ass when Meg heard her phone suddenly ping with a text. She glanced down at the screen.
Sequels suck. From Ben.
She sucked in a breath. Perused the bar, but other than the usual patrons, she saw no one.
Another text. Never as good as the original. Besides, you’re busy.
“Meg.”
Her heart gave a ridiculous knock against her rib cage. Every cell in her body went on alert at the sound of that voice calling her name.
No. She willed her overactive neurons to stop firing. Willed the adrenaline to stop pumping. Because she was done with him. He was what he was, and she was not going to forgive him after one mere glimpse of his killer smile.
She looked up to see Ben, dripping wet, in a navy T-shirt and shorts, standing beside the booth.
She played it casual. “Hi.” It sounded diminutive, like a squeak. Not the calm, cool, mildly annoyed hi she was aiming for.
She steeled herself against him. Hardened her resolve. He was so tall, she had to tip her head back to see him. Despite his being wet and rumpled and looking genuinely distressed, her stupid heart jolted again.
He sat down urgently across from her and seized her hands.
It felt nothing like Cole’s grasp. This one seared her straight through to her soul, made her tremble as if no guy had ever held her hand before.
His dark gaze took no prisoners. “I have to talk to you.”
Wait a minute. He’d had days to talk. She wasn’t about to drop everything for him even if the mere touch of his thumbs smoothing the back of her hand was setting her panties on fire. She pulled her hands away. “I’m on a date,” she said.
“Forget your date. This is more important.”
Oh, the arrogance! She was not caving in. Letting him off the hook. Or interrupting her date for him. “Call me tomorrow and I’ll schedule you in.”
“Tonight. Now.”
She rolled her eyes. “You’re forgiven for not wanting me. I’ve moved on. No hard feelings.”
“Please—give me a chance.”
He looked a little desperate. “Okay,” she said, relenting a little. “You have one minute before Cole comes back.”
“Come with me and let’s talk.”
“If you think I would up and abandon my date right this second for you, then you are the most egotistical . . . jerk I’ve ever met.” She paused. It was now or never. She had to take a stand. “I-I have to ask you to leave before he gets back.”
“Fine. I’ll leave. But only if you promise to meet me afterward.”
“Ben, I don’t know what I’m doing afterward.”
“What . . . do you mean?” he asked cautiously. His eyes opened wide as realization set in. He reached over and seized her shoulders. “Meggie, no. Don’t sleep with him.”
“Why shouldn’t I?” She sounded a little petulant as she shrugged out of his reach. But his desperate tone intrigued her. Made her curious. Made her hope, dammit.



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Miranda Liasson loves to write stories about courageous but flawed characters who find love despite themselves, because there’s nothing like a great love story. And if there are a few laughs along the way, even better! She’s a former Golden Heart winner who writes lighthearted contemporary romance for Montlake Publishing and also writes series romance for Entangled Publishing. She lives in the Midwest with her husband, three kids, and Posey, a rescue cat with attitude.

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Title: The Gideon Affair
Author: Suzanne Halliday
Genre: Contemporary Romance
 Release Date: October 6, 2015



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What if the one man you desire isn't who the rest of the world sees?

Witty, snarky Paige Turner is a damn good personal assistant. The problem? She’s in love with her boss, who happens to be America's myth. Military Vet, Edward Banning is a down-home family man with a heart of gold. But only Paige gets to see the real him. While she’s falling for the real man, the rest of the world is smitten and salivating for his big screen persona, playboy and heartthrob Gideon Shaw.

Edward’s favorite part of the day is when the spotlight dims and he’s back to himself, enjoying the company of his best friend, Paige Turner.

Torn between wanting her and needing her friendship, Edward tries to deny the pull she has on him. But after they both give in to their desires, the dark side of Hollywood threatens to destroy what both of them were afraid to even start. Can Paige love Edward, while surviving the Gideon Affair?







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“Rule Number One, Ms. Turner. Your eyes belong to me. That means glasses off when I say and you never try to hide from something by looking away.”

What was she supposed to say to that? No? Sorry? Screw you? “Edward…”

“Nah, nah, nah,” he stated firmly. “I’m not finished.”

Was she in some sort of alternate reality? What was happening here? Good lord, she was butt ass naked while he was fully dressed and on his knees. Not only that, he was laying out some rules that ordinarily would have made her laugh in his face

“I want you to stand there and not be shy about letting me see your beautiful body.”

Her cheeks definitely felt like they were warming up. He crossed his arms again and lay on the stern Alpha thing kinda thick.

“And so you don’t misunderstand…your pleasure is priority one. Don’t hide it from me because you’re embarrassed. I want you to be swollen with desire and dripping wet before we touch. Consider that Rule Number Two.”

She had a hard time breathing for a second. Why was everything he said and did so perfect?

His eyes were hard with desire. A desire she felt drawn to—as if satisfying his lust was what she was made for. The notion shook her quite a bit. This was serious stuff going on.

“Rule Number Three—and probably the most important.”

Paige couldn’t help the reflexive squeeze her thighs did at the sultry sound in his voice. Let the dripping commence.

Yet again he didn’t react or say anything close to what she expected. Edward was his own man and nothing about him even remotely resembled what she’d known before.

The serious but very sexy man-in-control tone softened and he rose up on his knees and reached for her, bringing Paige close as his face moved within inches of her breasts.

“You’re in complete control, babe. Nothing happens without your consent.” He said this as both hands slid slowly over her butt until he gripped the backs of her thighs and she could feel his warm breath teasing her already peaked nipples.

“Understand?”

She sure as hell did understand. Dipping a shoulder she sent a puckered nipple straight for his mouth, rubbing it on his lips until he grunted his approval and lightly kissed the tip, following up with a hearty lick that almost buckled her knees.


The delight in Edward’s soft chuckle echoed in her head and danced along her nerve endings. “Now that’s what I’m talking about, babe.”






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USA Today Bestselling Author Suzanne Halliday writes what she knows and what she loves – sexy adult contemporary romance with strong men and spirited women. Her love of creating short stories for friends and family developed into a passion for writing romantic fiction with a sensual edge. She finds the world of digital, self-publishing to be the perfect platform for sharing her stories and also for what she enjoys most of all – reading. When she’s not on a deadline you’ll find her loading up on books to devour.

Currently a wanderer, she and her family divide their time between the east and west coast, somehow always managing to get the seasons mixed up. When not digging out from snow or trying to stay cool in the desert, you can find her in the kitchen, 80’s hair band music playing in the background, kids running in and out, laptop on with way too many screens open, something awesome in the oven, and a mug of hot tea clutched in one hand.



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Title: Bad Impressions
Series: A REVIVE ME Novel
Author: Franca Storm
Genre: Contemporary Romance
 Release Date: October 6, 2015



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She’s the one girl he never should’ve touched. But she’s also the one girl he’s never been able to forget…

Having escaped a bad situation with an obsessive ex, Sophie Clinton is relieved when she returns to the safety of her hometown to lick her wounds. Until she runs into Brad, the man who took her virginity and broke her heart. The last thing she wants is to deal with him and all the drama of their past. But her older brother’s best friend isn’t easy to resist—or to avoid, in their tiny town.

When his best friend’s little sister returns to town, Brad Marsh knows he should keep his distance this time around. A year ago he crossed a major line with her. He’s been unable to shake the guilt of their drunken, misguided night of passion. He’s not about to make that same mistake again. But the fiery, all-consuming pull between them is stronger than ever. It might not be that easy for him to keep his hands off her.






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~Sophie~

It had been two weeks since I’d unceremoniously shown up at Brad’s place and broken down like a weak, pathetic mess after asking him to teach me how to defend myself.

Every day since, he’d been teaching me what I’d asked. He was a good teacher. He was good at giving easy-to-follow instructions. He knew how to work up to complicated moves well and he was unbelievably patient.

Until right now.

“You know this,” he chastised me.

He had me pinned to the floor in his living room and I was thrashing about beneath him like an idiot. I didn’t know where the hell my head was at. Actually, I did, but…I couldn’t risk going there.

“Hook my wrist and grab behind my elbow with your other hand. Pull my arm into your chest. Then, use your foot to trap mine, as well as my leg. That’s when you lift your hips and turn hard to regain the dominant position,” he instructed me.

“Okay!” I hissed.

“So, do it. Christ, Soph! You know this. You’ve done it countless times.”

“I know.”

“Yeah? So, what the hell’s the issue now?”

I stopped struggling and collapsed back onto the ground, defeated. “I’m a little distracted, okay?”

“By what?” he fumed, pushing off me and climbing to his feet.

“You.”

“Me?” he asked, not getting it.

“You’re hard. Your…thing was…distracting me.”

He grunted irritably and adjusted his sweatpants. “It’s those fucking shorts.”

“What?” I demanded, getting to my feet, too.

He pointed at my black spandex shorts. “They barely cover your ass and they’re so fucking tight. And that…neon sports bra…it’s not helping the situation.”

“I get too hot in sweats and a hoodie.”

“Fine. I’ll turn up the air conditioning then.”

“You’re being ridiculous,” I said, stomping over to him.

He glowered down at me. “Am I? My dick sure doesn’t think so.” He grabbed his erection through his pants–actually grabbed it, right in front of me.

I quickly averted my eyes. “You need to work on your self-control.”

He stepped into me then, his body pushing against mine. “For the last two weeks, I’ve had you writhing in my arms, dressed in next to nothing and I haven’t laid a hand on you in a sexual way. And you have the nerve to tell me that I don’t have self-control, woman?”

“I’m not a brunette with huge tits, so you shouldn’t have a problem at all.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I saw her. The woman doing the walk of shame from here a few weeks back.”

He seemed surprised that I knew for a few seconds, before quickly brushing it off. He stepped back and turned away. “Let’s take a break. I need some water anyway.”

“I guess that’s the end of that conversation then,” I muttered under my breath, as I followed him into the kitchen area.

He spun around suddenly, catching me off guard. “What conversation? You saw a woman leaving my place. Yeah, I fucked her. And?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “And…nothing.”

“Really? You’re sure? Cuz, from where I’m standing, it sounds like you’re jealous.”

I scoffed. “Do you ever get tired of your own arrogance?”

“It’s not arrogance. Arrogance would be me going around saying that my cock is the be all and end all, ruining every woman I fuck for any other man thereafter, or some shit like that.”

“It did!”

Oh shit. The words were out of my mouth, before I could stop them. I instantly regretted it when I saw the look on his face.

He shifted his weight. “What?”

“I…I didn’t mean it. Forget it.”

He scoffed. “Darlin’, a man can’t just forget a claim like that.”

“Why didn’t you call?”

He blew out a breath and slumped against the fridge. “I was trying to protect you.”

“You said that before. It didn’t make sense then and it doesn’t now,” I pushed.

“You would’ve stayed here, if I hadn’t blown you off.”

“I—”

“I saw it, Soph. That look in your eyes. It was the same goddamn look in mine.”

“You’re saying—”

“I’m saying…it was more than sex to me. Much more.”

Oh my God.

“But you needed to go. You needed to get the hell out of this dead-end town. And…you need to now, too.”

“You don’t protect me. I do. I decide what’s best for me, not you, Brad.”

“You were young and na├»ve. I had to be the one to make the break.”

“So, it wasn’t about me being Ollie’s sister then?”

“I’m not gonna lie, that was also a factor. But, not the main one. Hell, the damage had already been done at that point. I’d already betrayed him by fucking you.”

“I thought you…I thought I was just another one of your sluts.”

His eyes flashed. In the next second, my back was against the fridge and he was looming over me. “You would never be one of them. Never, Soph.”

I could barely breathe with him so close to me. I don’t know how I managed it, but I eventually found my breath. “I…you were the first.”

I’d never seen him so shocked in all the time I’d known him. “You were a virgin?”

I nodded, biting my lip nervously.

He closed his eyes tightly for a moment and drew in a breath. When he opened them, they were full of pain and regret. “Christ, why didn’t you tell me?”

“I don’t know. I guess, I was worried. I didn’t want you to stop. I wanted you. I wanted that first time to be with you.”

“But…how could you have been a virgin? You were dating that prick, right? And…what about all the guys fawning over you in high school?”

“Jake and I hadn’t done anything at that point. I was…scared, I guess. As for high school, you remember my brother, right? No one dared to get close to me. They were all terrified of him. And you, ironically. The two of you blocked any guy who took an interest in me.”

That made him laugh a little. But it didn’t last long. That pained look was back just as quickly.

“You regret it, don’t you? Now that you know?” I asked.

“I wasn’t gentle, Soph. Hell, I was drunk and fucked up, because of the shit that’d happened that week.”

“You didn’t hurt me.”

“Still…fuck. If I’d known, I would’ve…taken my time with you.”

“Brad, it was—”

“Shit, Soph.”

A flurry of emotions played on his face. They shifted so quickly, that I couldn’t pinpoint any specific one. They all blended together. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking. Was he mad about what I’d told him? Did he feel betrayed, because he hadn’t known the truth about me at the time? I’d intended to tell him that night, but everything had happened so fast. And, as soon as he’d touched me, I hadn’t been capable of rational thought. The only thing I’d known then was that I hadn’t wanted him to stop; not for anything. I’d wanted him for so long and that night he’d finally reciprocated it. He’d wanted me. There was no way I could’ve walked away from that.

When he finally spoke, I released a stilted breath that I’d apparently been holding in the entire time.

“I need to rectify this,” he declared in an off-putting, matter-of-fact manner.

My brow furrowed. What the hell was he talking about? “How?”

He answered by lunging at me and hauling me off my feet.

Before I knew what was happening, he was carrying me out of the kitchen.






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Franca was born in Surrey, England and currently lives in Niagara Falls, Canada with her husband and their labrador, Rocky.

She is a long-time lover of erotica and romance novels, especially those with sexy-as-sin alpha males. She decided to try her hand at writing her own and writing romance is now her obsession and the perfect way to put her dirty mind to good use!

Her writing spans many different sub-genres of romance: contemporary, biker romance, paranormal romance, new adult, romantic erotica and romance suspense. She’s got a ton of stories to tell and many more works up her sleeve.

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Title: Wynn in Doubt
Author: Emily Hemmer
Publisher: Lake Union Publishing
Genre: Women's Fiction/Contemporary Romance
 Release Date: October 6, 2015



Blurb

Wynn Jeffries has wanderlust. Unfortunately, her life stalled somewhere between graduating college and slinging drinks at the local dive bar. Stuck in a one-room apartment with no career, no boyfriend, no…life, she dreams of something more. Something amazing. Something like Oliver Reeves, her high school crush, who’s back in town and reminding Wynn of the way she used to be.

When a forgotten news clipping falls out of a book belonging to Wynn’s grandmother, a well-kept family secret is finally revealed. Is Wynn’s gypsy spirit the result of an overactive imagination or did she inherit it from a woman so determined to live a big life, she gave up everything to have it?


Together, Wynn and Oliver attempt to put together the missing pieces of her family’s past and unravel the mystery behind her great-grandmother’s disappearance. But after so much time succumbing to fear and regret, can Wynn ditch her safe, routine life for the chance at an extraordinary future?





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I lick my lips and draw a heavy breath through my nose. A bead of sweat clings to his temple, and I wipe it away, then run my fingers through his hair. His mouth is open, his breathing shallow. He moves one arm out from under me, and his fingertips trail from my shoulder down to the back of my hand. I move mine from his cheek to the coarse stubble of his jaw. Oliver Reeves is going to kiss me again, this time on a summer afternoon, and I wonder how life will ever be the same.

I trace his lips with my thumb. They’re full and soft. We meet in the air between, his lips fitting around mine in a light, sweet kiss. I hold his head close. His lips move in lazy indulgence, unhurried in their pursuit to pluck every drop of pleasure from mine.

I open my mouth a fraction and run the tip of my tongue across his bottom lip. I don’t know what possesses me to do it. I don’t know anything right now. Oliver presses me into the grass and dirt and fits his hand around the curve of my hip. He slants his mouth across mine, and I let him taste me. His breathing isn’t shallow anymore. It’s labored and noisy against my cheek.

My hand runs down his back. He always looks so calm, so cool, but I can feel the perspiration beneath his shirt. There’s a satisfaction knowing it wasn’t the heat that finally got to him, but me. My lips. My hips and short dress and the bare leg he’s stroking with strong fingers.

Our kisses become faster, needier. I hold his face in both hands as he touches every exposed part of me. His fingers skim the cotton over my ribs, and I move against him, desperate for the feel of his hand on my breast. He cups me there, groaning quietly against my mouth.

He drags his lips from mine; his forehead drops against my neck. But he doesn’t remove his hand or take his weight from me. I arch back, glimpsing dust in a ray of yellow sunlight behind us. His shoulders move beneath my hands as he breathes in deeply. I bring my eyes back to his and see that they’re full of need.

He doesn’t ask, and I don’t say a word. We stand and walk hand in hand, out of the cemetery and back on the gravel path, the one that leads to my car. I reach for the driver’s-side door when we get there, but he pulls me away, back to him, and kisses me slowly. When we part, and the air conditioning is again crisp and cool on our skin, we drive to the hotel in silence. There are no words for this, for what each of us needs.

The truth is, our paths parted a long time ago. Now he’s looking behind for something he’s lost, and I’m running ahead, trying to find something I’ve never had. It feels like we’ve collided—run into each other at the place between what could’ve been and what can be. I don’t know how it will affect what we’re each searching for, but I’ve always loved him, and he came back for me. It’s enough for now.






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Emily Hemmer was raised in the Chicago suburbs before settling in Kansas City in 1996. A huge fan of romantic comedies, Emily was overjoyed to realize her college roommate could recite every word of the movie 'Clueless,' until she realized that was the only VHS tape her roommate owned. Emily dropped out of college and to this day, blames the listless years of her twenties on the words, "As if!" She completed her degree after an extended eleven-year semester break during which time she got married, had kids, and became a published author. Her greatest accomplishment to date is holding the high score in Ms. PacMan at the Pizza Hut in Schaumburg, Il.


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