Category: *Romance: Humour

Release Blitz & Review: Chicks, Man by JD Hollyfield

27/4/2020

Title: Chicks, Man

Author: JD Hollyfield

Genre: Romantic Comedy/Humour, Suspense, Contemporary

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Falling in love was the easy part.

Being secretly in love with my brother’s best friend is where it got tricky.

Levi Dent was off-limits. Which was probably for the best, since he barely knew I existed.

Until one night I saw an opportunity I couldn’t resist.

The problem was, I got caught.

She tricked me.

I knew there was something so familiar about her, but I just couldn’t resist.

Hannah Matthews was nothing more than my best friend’s little sister. Except she wasn’t so little anymore.

I need to forget all about her.

If only it were that easy...

At first I was thinking this was a great funny brother's best friend romance. But there was so much more. There is laughter and fun but there is also suspense and tension to have you gripping your seat. I wasn't expecting the twist and boy it was a doosy. There was an undercurrent of something happening between Hannah and another character. I felt there was something shifty about them but I didn't realise how shifty.

Hannah has endured her brother's friends for many years but one was always in her heart. Levi was the one she had a crush on but he never saw her. That is until her brother's wedding. There is this push-pull tug of war between Levi and Hannah and the moments between them show how electric their chemistry can be. However not all is what it seems and forces around them are plotting. There were some great moments of laughter and heart racing scenes. But there was also angst, tension and drama so I think there was a bit of everything to keep you interested. Granted, I would have been okay with the story even if the suspenseful action wasn't included. It was an enjoyable story and recommend people get into it and discover the story for themselves.

About the Author . . .

J.D. Hollyfield is a creative designer by day and superhero by night. When she’s not cooking, event planning, or spending time with her family, she’s relaxing with her nose stuck in a book. With her love for romance, and her head full of book boyfriends, she was inspired to test her creative abilities and bring her own stories to life. Living in the Midwest, she’s currently at work on blowing the minds of readers, with the additions of her new books and series, along with her charm, humor and HEA’s.
J.D. Hollyfield dabbles in all genres, from romantic comedy, contemporary romance, historical romance, paranormal romance, fantasy and erotica! Want to know more! Follow her on all platforms!

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Excerpt Reveal: Maximum Dare by Vanessa Fewings

23/4/2020

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Title: Maximum Dare

Author: Vanessa Fewings

Genre: Contemporary Romance, Humour

Publication date: April 30th, 2020

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Daisy:

You're probably wondering what I'm doing hanging off the edge of London's tallest building, The Shard.

I can explain. Kind of. Because I'm not even sure who the invitation came from to join the Dare Club.

But I've narrowed it down to two men:

Max Marquis, a tall, gorgeous Brazilian lawyer with an accent to die for and Nick Banham, a dashing English athlete who may have just broken my heart. Their reasons? Could be love. Could be a desire to watch me suffer. Or maybe those two are the same.

Oh, yeah, and they're half brothers.

And I'm in love with both of them.

So you see, thrill-seeking is just what I might need to sort this out.

If I don't fall to my death first.

But if there's one thing I've learned, when it comes to love, you have to hang on tight.

Maximum Dare is the STANDALONE contemporary romance novel from Vanessa Fewings, USA TodayBestselling Author of the ICON Trilogy.

Excerpt . . .

That was my in - my chance to warn him.

None of his mates from his football team were here. The only reason I’d found out about this party was because I’d seen Morgan showing off about the event on Facebook.

Turning up like this probably seemed a bit stalkerish – but trust me, this was about saving a man who’d once saved me…back when all I’d known was grief. This was me looking out for Nick now, making sure he didn’t blow up his life for a girl who could never truly love him. It was easy to see why she’d hunted him down. Nick was a rising football star destined to follow in his dad’s iconic footsteps.

Why did he have to look so adorable with his tousled dark blond hair and expressive grey eyes? Chiseled features made him stand out even in this freakishly good-looking crowd, along with his athletic physique. I was now entering the hating phase…the I-can’t-bear-to- be-in-the-same-room phase. Yet Nick still made my insides do a flip-flop.
The last few weeks had been crushing in so many ways. The house we’d shared in Bermondsey was going to be sold. Moving out was inevitable because Nick was now living with Morgan in her Chelsea high-rise.

That girl was my opposite: Tall and blond and a first prize winner in the genetics lottery. I was a brunette with blue eyes who wore round-rimmed glasses – my look was more the girl next door. Not wild and sexy like Morgan, a woman who chased after endless fun and thrived on surprises.

Before she’d stolen my man, I’d followed Morgan’s make-up tutorials posted for and viewed by millions. She had two speeds – partying fashionista or poolside babe.
My speed was literally in reverse. There was no competing with a woman who was an expert at wooing men with her fake charm. And I’d never have the kind of money it would take to look like her. She indulged in cosmetic surgery to tweak imperceptible imperfections, giving her a flawless, airbrushed appearance that was hard to imitate.
Nick was destined to become another “Most Hated” post on Morgan’s Instagram page after she’d tired of him and moved on. It was inevitable. That was her thing.
I couldn’t let it happen to him.

A few minutes alone with Nick and I’d be able to show him the evidence I’d found on Morgan’s social media pages to prove she was bad news. He seemed oblivious to the
long list of exes mentioned in her blog posts – whimsical fancies who formed the fodder for her emotional breakdowns and at the same time garnered her more followers.
But even knowing all of this, I still hesitated – guilt for stealing that envelope niggling at my conscience.

Don’t do it.
Don’t lower yourself to her standards.

Rummaging around in my handbag, I retrieved the envelope ready to slip it back into Morgan’s Prada purse.

Oh, no!

They were leaving.

Hand in hand, Nick and Morgan waved goodbye to the crowd like they were a celebrity couple. My worried glare tracked their movement along the other side of the window.
Having not quite used up my stalker quota for the evening, I decided what the hell and grabbed my parka from the barstool, pulling it on. I followed them out and was hit with a blast of freezing cold January wind that stung my face.

A limo was waiting for them. A chauffeur wearing a grey suit opened the back door in a formal gesture so that Morgan could elegantly slide into the back.

Nick stopped short of climbing in behind her to pin me with a look of disbelief. My humiliation rose with each faltering step and I forced a weak smile to reassure him.
It’s just me, your ex. The girl with no life who refuses to let you go.

I gathered the courage to sprint forward, holding out the envelope. “She dropped this—”
SLAM!

My glasses went flying as I collided with a rock-hard male body. My cheek squished against a woolen coat as my body fell heavily against his, a flood of pheromones rushing through me from his heady cologne. It reminded me of endless nights filled with sordid pleasures. At first I was reluctant to look up, afraid I might be disappointed after that incredible preview…

“Hi, there,” he said, his tone amused, his accent seductively foreign.
Dazed, I peered up at his face. He was too tall to kiss, this dark stranger with a three-day stubble. His masculine scent stirred a forbidden desire deep inside of me and I
couldn’t speak for a moment. He was so damn gorgeous. His temples revealed just a hint of grey – making me think he was in his thirties. His hypnotic brown eyes crinkled with kindness as he gave me a dazzling smile.

“Thank you?” I finally said. The response had made sense in my head.
He must have found it humorous, as I saw his full, kissable lips quirk up in a smile – a smile that suddenly faded as he glanced over my shoulder.

Someone from behind me gripped my arms and dragged me away from him, forcing me to trot on unsteady heels towards an SUV. I had no choice but to move in that direction, feeling dizzy as the world whooshed by.

My handbag slipped off my shoulder and landed on the ground as that someone then shoved me against the front of the vehicle, pushing me forward until my cheek pressed against the hard metal of the car bonnet. I tried to push myself up, but my hands were suddenly drawn behind my back and I was held down, incapacitated – and vaguely aware that the handsome stranger was watching.

My cheeks ablaze, I cringed at the thought that Nick was seeing this, too.
I lifted my head a little and saw Morgan climb out of the limo. She whipped out her iPhone and pointed it in my direction.

The flash was blinding.

About the Author . . .

USA Today bestselling author Vanessa Fewings writes contemporary and suspense romance novels.

PERVADE LONDON (duet 1) is her latest romantic suspense novel.
PERVADE MONTEGO BAY (duet 2) is available now!
PERFUME GIRL (stand-alone) is her contemporary romance novel.

THE ICON TRILOGY is a romantic suspense about Zara Leighton, London’s most brilliant art investigator on the hunt for the notorious thief known as Icon. Vanessa’s previous novels include the bestselling Enthrall Sessions, a romance series spanning eight books about a woman who gets swept up into Enthrall, L.A.’s premier club that caters to the secret desires of the elite.

Readers can also listen to Vanessa as she hosts the The Romance Show, a captivating podcast featuring authors and industry professionals in the romance genre. Prior to publishing, Vanessa worked as a registered nurse and midwife. She holds a Masters Degree in Psychology. She has traveled extensively throughout the world and has lived in Great Britain, Germany, Hong Kong, Cyprus and the USA. Born and raised in England, Vanessa now proudly calls herself an American and resides on the East Coast with her husband and their foxhound Sherlock.

Vanessa can be found on her Facebook Fan Page and in The Romance Lounge, Instagram, Twitter, YouTube, and Goodreads. She enjoys connecting with fans all around the world.

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Cover Reveal & Giveaway: Dirty 30 by Caisey Quinn

11/3/2020

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Title: Dirty 30

Author: Caisey Quinn

Genre: Contemporary Romance, Humour

Publication date: April 21st, 2020

Cover Design: Impeccable Designs

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Meredith Knight is at the top of her game.
As the lead evening anchor on her local news affiliate, she’s successful and in love…
with her job.

So what if I thought I’d be married with two kids and a white picket fence by now? I have my friends, my family, an amazing penthouse apartment, and I’m in the best shape of my life.
Just ask the photographer of my birthday boudoir photoshoot.

Turning thirty is going to be a piece of cake.

Okay, I’ll admit, there is one thing missing from my near-perfect life. My co-anchor, Jack Stone, has never seen me as anything more than a colleague. But I’ve been falling for him since the day we met. So when my friends throw me an epic birthday bash, I make a secret wish when I blow out my candles.

Let Jack see me.

Just as my birthday wish comes true, in the most embarrassing way possible, our station hires a new producer who’s determined to ruin my life.

Killian O’Malley is hot and tattooed with an Irish accent that makes me weak in the knees, and, uh, some other places. Too bad he’s also an arrogant, domineering jerk.

Turning 30 is turning out to be a hell of a lot harder than I expected...

Excerpt . . .

“Ice cream solves everything.”

Killian looks at me as if I’ve declared that the moon is made of whipped cream. “How do you figure?”

“Because it’s sinfully sweet and just cold enough to block out anything painful.” I lick my spoon slowly, savoring the last of the salty caramel sauce with my tongue. His gaze falls to my mouth and I see it—a hunger in his eyes almost as intense as the irritation I’m accustomed to.

Killian O’Malley thinks I have cotton candy for brains, but it isn’t my brain he’s concerned with at the moment.

He swallows thickly, his cobalt blue eyes never leaving mine. “So ice cream is the cure for war, world hunger, and global warming then?” He’s mocking me but I’m getting used to this patronizing tone from him.

Shrugging, I pluck the cherry from my sundae and lick it clean before eating it.

“No, but with all the bad in the world don’t we deserve something sweet? Something wholly indulgent to lose ourselves in—even if only for a little while?” I take another bite while he contemplates this. My tone is light but my words appear to weigh heavily on him. The cold on my tongue shocks my senses, blissfully numbing my mind for a split second. “Besides, how could anyone be upset about anything with all this goodness and perfection in their mouth?”

Smirking, his features contort from hostile man to mischievous boy. I’ve never seen this expression on him before. It’s jarring—alarmingly sexy and unsettling.

So low I can barely make out his words, he dips his head and arches one dark brow. “That’s what she said.”

Giveaway . . .

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About the Author . . .

Caisey Quinn is the bestselling author of more than fifteen contemporary romance novels including Keep Me Still, Give Me You, and both traditionally published Neon Dreams and Nashville’s Finest series. She lives in a small town in Alabama with her husband and two young children. Caisey continues to publish both traditionally and independently. When she’s not reading or writing romance novels, she’s trying new recipes from Pinterest with her kiddos or pushing herself to run long distances without passing out. You can find her online as @CaiseyQuinn. She is represented by Kevan Lyon of the Marsal Lyon Literary Agency.

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Release Blitz & Giveaway: Breach of Contract by Elizabeth Miller

31/1/2020

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Title: Breach of Contract

Author: Elizabeth Miller

Genre: Contemporary Romance, Humour

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Bonafide bombshell Maisie Walker loves sex. The problem is she’s never had it—not with a real live person anyway. Her vibrator, Vinnie, and pornbud.com keep Maisie’s nights busy, but she’s itching to lose her V-card—with her boss, Jayce Kavanagh.

As managing partner of the hottest legal firm in New York City, Jayce Kavanagh likes to win—in court and in the bedroom. With his mind set on legal perfection, he doesn’t have time for the killer sway of his assistant’s assets or her sinful mouth.

One late night in the office changes everything.

Spanking your associate after-hours is not ideal, but with proper boundaries, Jayce makes it happen. Enter in Exhibit A—the contract. General terms and conditions are set in place, satisfaction is guaranteed, and oral persuasion commences.

As they test their limits in and out of the office, feelings surface and amendments are made. But just when an extension is proposed, Jayce strays outside of the contracted lines and Maisie must decide if their flourishing relationship can survive a breach of contract.

Excerpt . . .

Every three-point-five seconds my thoughts drift to Maisie and the contract I delivered two days ago. I haven’t heard a response, and why should I? We never exchanged numbers. She’s had no way to reach me while I was out. We’re nothing but colleagues with a history. But that doesn’t stop me from missing her, wanting her. It all pisses me off. I have work to do and life to deal with. I knew I didn’t have time for a complication, but I can’t stop thinking about her sweet face and gorgeous ass.

I force myself to focus on the Spears case and the latest injunction Marjorie Blume has filed. She’s muddying up the waters by leaking reports of MoMo’s lengthy conviction record. What he thought was past tense is front and center. It’s my job to retrain the focus on Blume versus freedom of speech, and not his penchant for cars that don’t belong to him.

I drill into the details. Each hour spent living through Blume’s history has my temper rise by ten degrees. At the end of the day, I’m hot. She’s not a saint, and it sticks in my craw she’s made a living making people believe she is.

Focusing on Wentworth for days and Blume for what feels like ages has my blood pressure off the charts. Life is full of complications and I’m in a punishing mood because of them.

“Mr. Kavanagh,” Lisa says from the door. “It’s seven and I’m heading out. Do you need anything before I go?”

“I do—” Ms. Walker arrives behind her with the devil in her eye and a fairly well-hidden smirk. She peeks around my secretary to stare me down with a secret only the two of us share. “I do not,” I amend.

“I brought the research you requested, sir.” Maisie holds out an envelope—a familiar one, stamped confidential.

My gaze jerks from the document to her mouth: plump lips brightened with peach gloss. Christ. My chest aches. Goddamn heart. I smooth it under the pretense my tie is out of line.

“Enjoy your weekend, Lisa. I’ll finish with Ms. Walker and close up,” I say while my gaze remains trained on Maisie.

I wave her in as Lisa escapes before eight on a Friday night. As the automatic lock latches on the door, we stand and stare with silence swirling around us like the promise of what’s to come. Evening sun warms my office, but Maisie’s nipples pebble into distinct points. They draw my attention to the ripe lushness of her breasts pressed together in a skintight button-up and I can’t think of anything but her naked flesh. Because I’ve seen it. I’ve watched her writhe in ecstasy, squeezing the life from my dick.

In an instant, my mind retreats from the memory and drills into sharp focus. There’s no reason why she’s over there and I’m here and we aren’t touching. “Did you read it?” I ask.

Maisie nods. “I did. And I signed it too.”

After this shit with Wentworth, it’s important that we’re on the same page, that she’s honest with me about her feelings. She must give permission. Say it out loud and reassure me I’m not the only one suffering. “Tell me, Ms. Walker. What do you want from me?” My voice is low and jagged from need. Something my body knows all too well as it stiffens at the mere sight of her.

“I want you to f*ck me like your dirty little secret, Mr. Kavanagh.” She breathes out my name as if it’s a wish, a fucking plea for my cock to meet the back of her throat.

Lord, have mercy. Who am I to deny her? If she wishes to know the type of justice I deliver, then so be it. “Come forward for your sentence, peach.”