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Release Blitz: King of Kings by Betty Shreffler

24/1/2020

Title: King of Kings

Author: Betty Shreffler

Genre: MC Romance, Suspense

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I told myself I didn’t want her.
Didn’t need her.
But it was all lies.
I craved her touch.
Craved the way her sweet red lips took away the pain.
Yet I knew I couldn’t have her.
Not when my enemies are determined to put a bullet in my back.
They believe the way to get to me is through her.
Coming for her will be their downfall.
As the President of the Kings MC, there’s one thing I’m known for—doing whatever it takes to protect the ones I love.
I’ll fight until I have nothing left to give.
Until she and my family are safe.
I’m not preparing for battle.
I’m preparing to end the war.
My choices might be the death of me.
But if the scars on my body and heart have taught me anything, it’s that love is worth the sacrifice.

Excerpt . . .

“What do you want, Nix? To spend the rest of your life wanting, needing but never having happiness?”
Chugging my beer, I stare up at her beautiful hazel-green eyes. Expression bold and challenging, she fuels my desire for her. In the tight, dark red skirt, her creamy thighs taunt me, antagonizing me even more than her words.
“Happiness is a luxury I can’t have. Because of who I am, anyone I care for gets hurt.”
Straddling my legs, she sits on my lap. My hand goes to her @ss, cupping her against me.
“I’m not asking you to love me. I’m offering to satisfy our needs. I’m a big girl. I don’t need you to protect my heart.”
Gaze matching hers, my wall breaks down, diminishing into a pile of rubbish. I want this woman—want to feel her clench around me as I f--k her hard and hear her beg for me to make her come—but I know if I do, I’d be setting myself up for disaster.
“Don’t think, Nix. Just live.”
Soft lips demand me to give in. Tongue slipping between my lips, I taste her, and at that moment, I lose all self-control. A thud sounds as my beer drops to the floor. I don’t care if it’s pouring all over the place, I need her lips on mine. Fingers tucked under her skirt, I raise the fabric, revealing the part of her my c*ck aches to be inside of. Rising to my feet, I drop her legs and spin her. Hand on her back, I bend her over and tug her lacy thong down her thighs.

About the Author . . .

Betty Shreffler is a USA Today and International Bestselling Romance Author. She writes sexy and suspenseful stories with hot alphas and kickass heroines with twists you don’t expect. She also writes beautiful and sexy romances with tough women and their journeys at finding love. Betty is a mix of country, nerdy, sassy, sweet and a whole lot of sense of humor. If she’s not writing or doing book events, you can find her snuggling with her pups watching a movie, enjoying wildlife behind the lens of a camera, hiking in the woods, or sipping wine behind a deliciously steamy book.

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Also in the series . . .

Title: Castle of Kings

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Title: Clipped Wings

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Release Blitz & Giveaway: Falcon by Emma Nichole

24/1/2020

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Title: Falcon
(#3 of Own the Skies)

Author: Emma Nichole

Genre: Contemporary Romance

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Falcon
2,465 miles stand between me and the reprieve I need.
One coast to the other: Los Angeles to Savannah.
Only to wade through the reality my career may be ending sooner than I thought.
Instead of bringing the clarity I sought, it leads me to Faith Morgan.
When all is said and done, she may be the reason I keep fighting after all.

Faith
496 miles stand between me and the chaos I left behind.
Nashville, Tennessee to Savannah, Georgia.
They say fate is a real thing, but I never believed it until now.
Then this hulking, beautiful stranger showed up at my door by mistake.
Falcon Masen is everything I should avoid, but no matter what I tell myself, no matter how hard I fight,
I just can’t say no to him.

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About the Author . . .

After years of living vicariously through so many characters and stories created by others, Emma Nichole has taken the plunge herself.

A southern girl born, raised, and still residing in Tennessee, she holds the quirks of this area of the world close to her heart, and showcases it in her writing.

She's a wife, a mother of two, an avid college football fan (Go Vols), a best friend, a sister, a lover of all music, movies, and above all else... a lover of books.

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Title: Sparrow
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Title: Phoenix
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Release Blitz & Giveaway: No Turning Back by Michelle Morgan

23/1/2020

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Title: No Turning Back

Author: Michelle Morgan

Genre: Contemporary Romance

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36-year-old chiropractor Cara Mann was doing just fine running her own practice and raising her young daughter-alone. When she hires Jack Dennis-the nerdy kid she used to babysit-for computer help in her office, he's nothing like she remembers. But he certainly hasn't forgotten her. Even if Cara can accept the help and support Jack is eager to offer, can she learn to love a much younger man?

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About the Author . . .

Michelle Morgan lives in Dallas, Texas with her husband and two sons. She is a 2018 RITA Finalist Editor for the romance novella, "In His Arms" by Jules Dixon, and has edited more than 100 novels since 2013.

Nothing ignites Michelle's passion for editing like working on her own fiction. She published After Henry, her first novel, in 2014. Alongside Jeremy Morgan--fellow writer, IT genius, and Michelle's real-life hero--she spent the next four years growing their two small businesses and starting a family. The muse took a back seat but never left. As of June 2018, Michelle has been writing again--a lot! She's excited to release her romantic fiction, "Work in Progress" and "No Turning Back," in the summer and fall of 2019.

Michelle is a member of Romance Writers of America and the Editorial Freelancers Association.

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Title: No Stopping Now

Publication date: February 20, 2020

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Release Blitz & Giveaway: Reality's Illusion by Stephie Walls

23/1/2020

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Title: Reality's Illusion

Author: Stephie Walls

Genre: Dark Angsty Romance

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Relationships are ugly, dark—destructive.

They aren’t fairy tales.

No happily ever after neatly wrapped in a shiny bow or sparkling diamond with a heartfelt engagement.

And in their end, love was nothing but a beautiful lie told to hide the ugly truth.

This is reality’s illusion.

Excerpt . . .

Emily asserted herself, testing the waters to see if I’d let her lead when she aligned me with the bed and encouraged me to sit. She wiggled her way between my thighs and forced me to spread them wider to accommodate her frame when she returned to her knees in front of me. It didn’t take her long to rectify the damage our conversation had done to my erection when she cupped my balls and stroked my cock. When my head passed those supple lips, I laid back in bliss. It was selfish and greedy, but the need to allow a woman to physically take care of me was all-consuming. My dick in her mouth removed my ability to think. It wasn’t until I heard the wrapper tearing that I realized Emily planned to fuck me, not just suck me off.
A lazy smile spread across my face when I tried to sit up, but she pushed me back.
“Just enjoy, Bastian.”
And I did.
She rode me like I was a bull in a damn rodeo, but she didn’t get off in eight seconds. Her pussy was tight and warm, blissful. Nearing the apex, her movements got stronger, faster; she was a goddamn pro. My face flushed as my entire body tensed, my ass clenched, and every thought in my head left—the lights went out in my brain. They flicked back on when the body spasms took over, and I unloaded into the condom. She didn’t stop until I was motionless. My heart pounded, and by God, I’d never felt more relaxed and sated. I also had no clue whether she’d gotten off or just gotten me off.
Opening my eyes, I found Emily still poised on my dick. But it wasn’t her face that interested me. I focused on her red tuft of hair and her bright pink, swollen pussy. I had zero desire to get to know her, to cuddle her, or even want to see her again.
It was good.
I’d enjoyed it.
And now I just wanted to leave.
Jesus, I was a self-centered, narcissistic, prick.
When she climbed off, I assumed she went to the bathroom to clean up but was surprised when she came back with a warm washcloth. Emily removed the condom from my now-flaccid cock with practiced ease and wiped away the mess before disposing of the rubber. Out of nowhere, she reappeared with a cold bottle of water and tossed a throw over the lower half of my body before she donned a silky robe from behind the door.
She took a seat in the chair in the corner, and I tilted my head to see her from a different angle. She really was a beautiful woman.
“You’d look gorgeous on a canvas.”
Her demure smile told me she assumed it was the compliment I had intended it to be. “Do you use models? Your work doesn’t look like still life.”
“No. I don’t, but that doesn’t mean I don’t paint from inspiration. Have you seen my work?” I wouldn’t have pegged her as the art type. That was a rather narrow-minded view of someone I knew nothing about, but she just didn’t give off that vibe.
“I’ve known Ferry for a long time. A person can’t be involved in his life without knowing those he deems important.” She crossed her legs and put her hands in her lap. “So yes, I’ve seen a lot of your work. Ferry speaks very highly of your talent. He thought you were great many years ago and was saddened by your sudden flight from the community.” Emily seemed to search my expression for something, or maybe she waited for an explanation she wouldn’t receive. “But my understanding is since your return, everything about both you and your painting is completely transformed. I can’t wait to see your latest work at Le Musée on Friday.”
I sat up straight. “Ahh, shit. You’re a collector?” Nervously, I found my hand in my hair, pulling on it in frustration. This was not a good way to start the weekend.
“Bastian, really, calm down. I’m a woman who loves sex and art. They can’t be exclusive of each other, so why pretend like they are. We’re consenting adults. I’m thrilled to have shared pleasure with you as your work has shared with me over the years.”
That wasn’t a topic I cared to discuss, and I made a pathetic attempt to go a different direction. “Who’s your favorite artist?” I couldn’t get any more fucking elementary school than that unless I asked her about her favorite color.
Jesus, I just needed to get the fuck up and leave, go back to my own room. I didn’t need to have an obligatory conversation just because we’d had sex that she initiated.
I was a socially awkward moron.
She sat forward, eager to have a conversation. “Hmm…I’m really into photography, I love Ansel Adams. Kind of trite, I know, but I have a thing for clouds. His black and whites just give the sky so much depth. I get lost in them. But I love Kandinsky, Tarkay, Klimt, O’Keefe. It’s all about color for me, and yes, I realize the idiocy since I love black and white photography. There are tons of local artists around LA I follow as well. I try to make it a point to pick up an original piece any time I go on vacation. I frame some of them, but most stay wrapped in tubes.” She twisted her fingers in front of her as if she were embarrassed by her tastes or collection. “My trinkets from my travels.” Her left shoulder hitched in a bit of a shrug that I found adorable. She was nervous, and for the first time since we’d met, I had the upper hand.
“Are you involved in the art community for a living?”
She sat back, and a sort of sadness washed over her features. “No. My husband’s a very successful businessman. I don’t work.”
I spat a mouthful of water across the room. “Your what?” Wiping my lips, I tried to get a hold on the situation. “Did you say your husband?” I didn’t do married women, not that I did women period, but never those in a relationship of any sort.

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About the Author . . .

Stephie Walls is a lover of words—the more poetic the better. She lives on the outskirts of Greenville, South Carolina in her own veritable zoo with two dogs, three cats, the Mister, and Magoo (in no preferential order).

She would live on coffee, books, and Charlie Hunnam if it were possible, but since it’s not, add in some Chinese food or sushi and she’s one happy girl.

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