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Hooked Up Book 1 by Arianne Richmonde

January 22, 2016 Spotlight 1

HOOKED UP is a series of three, full-length novels averaging 300+ print pages each, to be released at intervals of one month and three weeks.Disclaimer: If your e-reader should melt while reading this series, the author cannot be held responsible.Pearl fans take note: this is a new, reedited version of the Pearl books, told in dual POV throughout. The series is primarily for NEW readers, or those who would like to immerse themselves, once again, in Pearl and Alexandre’s passionate love story, so please do not expect a new storyline.
hooked up book1-2I believed in sex, once upon a time. And passion. But now my life as a single, divorced career girl living alone in New York City was all about work. I hadn’t had a date in years.But then he came along . . . Alexandre Chevalier. The French CEO billionaire of HookedUp, the social media phenomenon that had taken the world by storm.
He was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen, and with eyes so green they seared into my soul.
Like a flash of lightning he struck me down . . . his touch was electric, and I knew my life was irrevocably changed. I’d never be the same again.He awakened every fiber of my being, ignited every cell in my body.
And just when I thought things couldn’t be more perfect . . .
It all came crashing down.

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I”d had it with all the crazy women in my life: the models, the movie stars, even my power-hungry sister and business partner. If you’d had a past like mine, you’d understand.
I just wanted a normal relationship with a normal woman . . .And then I met her . . . Pearl Robinson.
She was perfect for me.
Or so I thought.
But I was in for a shocking surprise when I found out the truth . . .
Of who she really was.
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Hooked Up #2 coming 26 January
Hooked Up #3 coming Valentine’s Day
SORM About the Author

Arianne Richmonde is an American writer and artist who spent her formative years in both  Britain and the US. She has also lived in Spain and France.

She has traveled to many corners of the globe and meeting people from all walks of life and different countries is a passion of hers. She speaks fluent Spanish and French and presently lives in France with her husband and coterie of animals.

She is thrilled by the huge success she has had with her bestselling novels in The Pearl Series: Shades of Pearl, Shadows of PearlShimmers of Pearl, Pearl and Belle Pearl. Shades of Pearl is a USA TODAY bestseller.

She has recently released her suspense novel, Stolen Grace, which is already an Amazon bestseller.

Author Links: Website      Twitter      Facebook      Mailing List 

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Once Upon A Regency Box Set

January 20, 2016 Spotlight 0

B&NOnce Upon a Regency CoverGenre: Historical Romance

Once upon a time nine historical romance authors created a world with the timeless romance of Regency and the enduring love of a fairy tale…
Resisting Romeo by Samantha Grace
Enchanted By The Earl by Amanda Mariel
Wish Upon A Kiss by Meara Platt
A Duke Worth His Salt by Allison Merritt
Masquerading as a Miss by Ari Thatcher
Searching for my Rogue by Dawn Brower
The Enchanted Cave by Sue London
Taming Beauty by Lynne Barron
Stealing a Lady’s Heart by Tammy Andresen

Join us on a limited time Regency adventure of love and romance.

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From Amanda Mariel’s Enchanted by the Earl featured in Once Upon A Regency:

Hunter watched the sway of Miss Woodcourt’s hips as she strolled ahead of him. The way those breeches hugged her curves begged for his attention. He could not help but take note of her shapely legs, rounded derriere, and the flair of her hips. For a split second, he contemplated pulling her into his arms and ravishing her right there in the street.

The woman was off limits. An innocent, and he would not tarnish her, especially when he knew they could never wed. He tore his gaze from her luscious body, and tossed a glance at Sinclair, grateful his friend walked in front of her. The thought of the viscount admiring her assets caused his blood to heat. Pure madness, yet he seemed powerless to stop his reactions to her.

A scowl marred Rose’s dirty face as she glanced back at him. Hunter’s pulse sped at the sight of her displeasure. She must be miffed over the way he had handled her. With a weak smile, he stepped past her and reached for the door.

He did not care for the effect she had on him. The sooner they got this over with, the better. He withdrew a small tool and began to poke within the lock’s chamber.

“It refuses to budge. I need something longer.” He glanced over his shoulder. Sinclair stood so close to Miss Woodcourt, their arms touched. A ping of discomfort raced through him. Jealousy? He had to get away from this woman before she drove him to Bedlam.

Rose removed her hat, ran a hand across her auburn tresses, and pulled out a hatpin. “Try this.”

“Have you a history of breaking and entering?” Sinclair teased her.

Hunter’s body heated in anger, pulse throbbing in his neck. He did not want Sinclair teasing Miss Woodcourt, touching her, or even standing close to her.

What was going on with him? She meant nothing to him. He only helped because he was unable to ignore her plight. It was lust, plain and simple. Once he returned her home, these feelings would cease. For now, he needed to focus on gaining entry to Wolfe’s office.

Rose gave a quick smile and shook her head. “No, but I knew I would need something if I wished to open the lock. My pin was all I could think of.”
Hunter took the hatpin from her. His fingers tingled where they brushed hers.

“See? I told you I would be of use.” She winked.

He raised a brow at her scandalous behavior before turning back to the door. The woman was positively vexing. That she even imagined breaking into Wolfe’s office angered him. Still, her calculated plan was impressive.

Had he and Sinclair not had the same idea, she may have pulled her mission off without incident. He had never known a woman who would dare dream up such a thing, let alone attempted to carry it out, breeches and all.

“It should do the trick.” Hunter pushed the pin in the lock, wiggled it, and gave the pin a slight turn. The mechanism gave with a click. He allowed the door to open a crack before he pulled the pin out. “Sinclair, let us know if anyone comes.”

The viscount offered a nod before moving to the corner of the building.

Miss Woodcourt held her hand out. “My hatpin, please.”

Hunter put the pin in her palm before pushing the door open farther. He stepped aside for her. “After you.”

She entered the office without a word, leaving a trail of rose-scented air in her wake.

With a last glance at Sinclair, Hunter stepped into the office and closed the door behind them. He took another step into the dark space and suddenly her body was pressed against him. Instinctively, he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close.

Her soft form molded to him as if she were made to fit against him. Still embracing her, he gently moved her to his side before she could feel the effect she was having on him.

She pushed his arm away and stepped from his embrace. “We need light.”

The cool night air quickly replaced the warmth of her body. He scowled, already missing her closeness. Bloody hell. She would be his undoing if he did not return her home posthaste.

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SORM About the Author
International bestselling author Amanda Mariel dreams of days gone by when life moved at a slower pace. She enjoys taking pen to paper and exploring historical time periods through her imagination and the written word. When she is not writing she can be found reading, crocheting, traveling, practicing her photography skills, or spending time with her family.
Amanda lives along the Lake Huron shoreline in northern Michigan with her husband and two kids. She holds a Master of Liberal Arts Degree with a concentration in literature and has a long-standing love affair with sugary junk food.

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Scandalous Intentions by Amanda Mariel

January 18, 2016 Spotlight 0

Scandalous IntentionsGenre: Historical Romance

When faced with losing his father’s support, notorious rake Lord Julian Luvington sets his sights on Lady Sarah. She is as respectable as they come, just what his father ordered. But the lady shall not be easily won.

Lady Sarah Roseington is determined to marry for love or not at all, and she will do anything to obtain the freedom granted to men. A blackguard like Lord Luvington could destroy her hard-won reputation, but marriage to him also offers her the opportunities she cannot achieve on her own. What’s a lady to do?

When Lord Luvington refuses to abandon his pursuit, Lady Sarah proposes an arrangement. Only the price may be more than either bargained for. Lady Sarah could lose more than her social standing and Julian could lose his heart.

 

 

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She pushed out a sigh as Lord Luvington lead her toward a stone bench nestled among the lush green hedge.

“Shall we sit for a moment? I wish to explain.” He pressed his arm against her hand then loosened it again.

She looked away. “Very well. Though I cannot imagine what you might say to change things.” She hesitated for a moment, reluctant to release her grip on him before she lowered herself onto the bench. The stone’s cool exterior seeped through her skirts, a welcome contrast to the warmth radiating through her. She rested one hand on her lap and waved her fan with the other.

Lord Luvington positioned himself on the bench a smidgen closer than was proper, angling himself so he faced her. The fresh spring scents of foliage and flowers took on a heady intensity as she stared fixedly at the hedge in front of her. Her face flamed though she could not credit it to the heat of the atmosphere.

She needed to take control of the situation before it swept her away. “Speak your piece and be done with it. I do not wish to linger over long.” He flashed a toe-curling grin just before she glanced away.

“What I said in the park was the truth. Is the truth. But there is more to it than just my need of a respectable wife.”

“Do tell.” She lowered her fan to her lap, its ribbons trailing in the breeze.

“I have come to care for you, admire you, even. You are a fascinating and attractive woman.”

She plucked at her satin skirts as the heat climbed back into her face.

“It is true that I will no longer receive my stipend if I fail to secure a proper society wife. It is the very reason I began looking for one. I shall not deny it, but nor is it the reason I continue to pursue you.” He reached up and brushed a curl that had escaped her bonnet away from her cheek.

His fingers left a tingling trail in their wake, and something inside her began to crumble. She glanced down at the path they had just walked.

“I would like the chance to make this right. Allow me to court you, Lady Sarah. Let us discover if there might be something real between us.”

She glanced at him, unsure how to respond. Her mind screamed no, but her heart and soul begged for him. She wanted to reach out and run her hand across his strong jaw, feel his lips pressed against hers, discover what it felt like to be in his arms.

“Spend the rest of the party in my company, Lady Sarah. Grant me one afternoon to change your mind.”

A wave of tingles ran down her and congregated in her abdomen at his smile. This was dangerous, and she knew it. And yet…

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SORM About the Author
Bestselling author Amanda Mariel dreams of days gone by when life moved at a slower pace. She enjoys taking pen to paper and exploring historical time periods through her imagination and the written word. When she is not writing she can be found reading, crocheting, traveling, practicing her photography skills, or spending time with her family.

Amanda lives along the Lake Huron shoreline in northern Michigan with her husband and two kids. She holds a Master of Liberal Arts Degree with a concentration in literature and has a long-standing love affair with sugary junk food.

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Tiger Lily by Wende Dikec

January 15, 2016 Spotlight 0

TigerLilyTakeTwo.v4.AmazonGenre: Young Adult

Lily Madison thought dying because of a bad manicure was the worst thing that could happen. She was wrong.

Waking up in the hospital and realizing she’s being stalked by an entire herd of naughty little ghosts turns her entire world upside down. She begins to doubt her own sanity until she realizes she isn’t alone. A Goth girl named Zoe can see the ghosts, too.

Most of the ghosts look like fuzzy blobs, but one is not blobby at all. He’s a very hot, very annoying dead guy named Nick. Although they dislike each other on sight, Nick soon realizes Lily is his only hope. With the help of Zoe and Mr. Wan, the manicurist who almost killed her, she has only days to get Nick and the other ghosts back where they belong or the whole world will be in terrible danger.

But sending the ghosts back means saying goodbye to Nick forever, and Lily isn’t sure she’ll ever be able to let him go.

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I died because of a bad manicure. It wasn’t a nasty fungal infection from the manicurist using dirty equipment, or a cut that allowed deadly bacteria to creep under my skin and rot me from the inside out. I died because on impulse I let Mr. Wan of Wan Fine Lady Nail Salon paint my nails a color called Pretty and Pink.

With my red hair and pale skin, pink is tricky, but I trusted Mr. Wan. When he told me, “New color, big discount for you, Lily Madison,” I didn’t realize he actually meant, “Bad color, nobody else wants it.”

I’ve never been a risk taker. My idea of living on the edge was not having an extra bottle of hand sanitizer in my purse. I knew the pink would be a mistake, but I ignored my inner voice. I guess the smell of acetone and the hum of the nail dryers had lulled me into such a relaxed state that I didn’t realize how awful the color actually looked until I drove home.

Pretty and Pink was false advertising, but as I learned long ago in my ninth grade science fair project, neither the government nor the FDA regulates the names of nail polish colors. I didn’t have a case, but I felt extremely upset.

I didn’t see the ice cream truck stopped in the middle of the road. I was staring at my nails, wishing I’d gone with my first choice, Princesses Rule!, a frosty pale pink that would have enhanced my natural skin tone. I glanced up just in time to narrowly avoid hitting the truck and several small children caught in a snow-cone-induced feeding frenzy.

It’s funny how accidents happen in slow motion. I remember the shocked faces of the people on the street as I swerved and flew over a small embankment. Someone screamed, and it took me a full second to realize the high-pitched wail came from my own mouth. I’d started screaming the minute I’d steered away from the ice cream truck, screamed some more as my car became an airborne missile, and continued screaming until it landed in the deep, murky waters of Lake Eugene.

I tried to open my door, but it refused to budge. My windows wouldn’t roll down either. I pressed the buttons anyway, even the one on the dashboard to turn on the radio, but none of them worked except my hazard lights. I didn’t know I had hazard lights, although I’d read all about them in my driver’s ed class. They blinked on and off, illuminating the darkness around me with an eerie, red, pulsating beacon.

I unbuckled my seat belt and searched for something to break a window with, but couldn’t find anything. I swung my purse at it, pounded it with the heel of my shoe, and even tried stabbing it with my nail file. I reached for my phone to call for help, but it was too late.

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SORM About the Author

National award winning author Wende Dikec writes Young Adult speculative fiction with romantic and humorous elements. An avid traveller who spent many years abroad, she now lives in a small town in Pennsylvania with her husband, three sons, a puppy named Capone, and a very well used espresso machine.

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Secret Angel by Cherry Christensen

January 12, 2016 Spotlight 1

Secret Angel - LogoGenre: Christian Fiction Romance

Doctoral student Hannah Wagganer entertains dreams of teaching at a large university and leaving her hometown of Glen Arbor behind. That is until Jasper Morgan, the new mail carrier, arrives in town. Not only does he set Hannah’s heart a flutter, but he has an instant bond with her cat, Jingles.

Preparing for the church candlelight Christmas Eve service and running the family store, Hannah continues to bump into Jasper—and the prying eyes of the locals who suspect there’s more going on than business as usual.

Blessings and suspicions abound when an anonymous donor pays to have the church furnace repaired, and other locals suddenly find solutions to their problems. Is it coincidental, or the work of a secret angel?

 

 

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Hannah jolted to a halt, swallowing hard. Footsteps overhead in the apartment warned her it wasn’t a customer.

“We have an uninvited guest,” she whispered to Jingles. The cat meowed in response and jumped down, running in the direction of the store room. Hannah tiptoed over to the counter and retrieved one of her dad’s old golf clubs.

Creeeeak.

She hefted it to her shoulder, holding it like a baseball bat as the creaking sounds on the stairs grew closer. A large shadow appeared at the bottom of the steps. She gulped and swung the golf club, striking the banister.

“Put that thing away before you hurt yourself,” the stranger said, stepping into the light streaming through the bay windows. He adjusted the mail bag slung over his shoulder. “Do you always leave your front door wide open?”

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SORM About the Author
Cherry Christensen has a degree in psychology from Aquinas College and lives in Michigan with her husband and three cats. In her spare time, she enjoys reading, traveling, and running 5k races with her friends.

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Vengeance Is Sweet by Karenna Colcroft

January 11, 2016 Spotlight 0

200Omara is a demon of vengeance, created to destroy humans who have harmed the innocent and bring their souls to Hell. Known for bending the rules to the breaking point, Omara is placed on probation after one too many infractions. Confined to her apartment, visited only by her friend Ghast, Omara chafes under the punishment.
A battle between two factions of beings and entities, one wanting to kill millions of humans and the other wanting to protect humanity, decimates the vengeance department, and Omara is called back to work. Her first assignment: “venge” Alejandro Ruiz, accused by the soul of his late ex-wife of abusing her and their six-year-old daughter Keeley.
Something about the case strikes Omara wrong, and she chooses to try to prove Alex’s innocence. As she becomes part of Alex and Keeley’s lives, Omara also becomes more and more human. Then she learns that the accusations against Alex are part of a plot to destroy Keeley, who is far more than she seems. To protect the humans she has come to love, Omara will do anything–including sacrificing her own existence.

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Ghast walked over and stood beside us. At first I thought Keeley didn’t notice him. Then she said, “He’s like Jochiel.”
Ghast didn’t answer right away, the only sign of how much she’d rocked him with her statement. “Who’s Jochiel?” he asked.
“My friend.”
“How am I like him?” Ghast crouched to better hear her reply.
“You’re the same thing he is.” Obviously she had chosen to be vague to keep from giving away the truth about Jochiel. “You know what you are, and he’s the same thing. I’m glad. That means you keep Omara safe like Jochiel keeps me safe.”
Although she recognized Ghast as an angel, she apparently didn’t know what I was. Maybe she didn’t have enough experience with demons to recognize one. If so, that was a good thing. It meant the only other demons she’d encountered had been the ones who’d taken her from school.
Whatever the reason, I thanked the Creator that she hadn’t figured me out.
The female officer hurried to us. “We can go inside. We’ll have to stay in the children’s room, though. They’re still collecting evidence in the other room. A couple witnesses claim they saw a fight, even though none of the fighters seem to still be here.”
I looked at Ghast. He gave me an almost imperceptible head shake. Somehow he’d convinced the officers he had nothing to do with the events in the main room. I’d stick with that. The police probably wouldn’t have reacted very well to finding out the fight had been between an angel and a demon. Or between Jack Smith and whatever Tertarch might have decided to call himself. People sometimes wound up in jail for fighting in public. I preferred not to see that happen to Ghast.
“I’m cold,” Keeley complained.
“Come on, sweetheart.” The officer held out her hand.
Keeley pressed closer to me. I stood and picked her up, and followed the officer with Ghast right behind me.
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SORM About the Author

As a child, beginning at age five, Karenna Colcroft used writing as an escape. As an adult, Karenna shares stories of strength, survival, and loving despite one’s past and fears. Regardless of gender or number, Karenna sees love as love, and wishes the rest of the world saw it that way too. For this reason, she writes both heterosexual and male/male romance, as well as some polyamory.

Karenna began writing erotic romance in 2006 on a challenge from a friend, as part of her journey. In her books, Karenna shows that no matter what someone has been through, they can overcome and go on to find love and healthy relationships. Even in the dark times, light and hope exist.

Karenna lives in the northeastern United States with her real-life romance hero husband, two offspring, and three cats.
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A Matter of Time by Margaret Locke

January 8, 2016 Spotlight 0

AMatterofTime.FrontCoverGenre: Time-travel Romance

Love comes when least expected.

Nobody would blame widowed doctoral student Eliza James for giving up on Happily Ever After; at twenty-nine, she’s suffered more loss than most people do in a lifetime. But Eliza’s convinced her own hero is still out there, waiting for her, just like in the beloved romance novels she devours. Every girl deserves a Darcy, right?

Only Eliza doesn’t dream of a modern-day affair: she wants the whole Regency experience. When a magical manuscript thrusts her back two hundred years into the arms and life of one Deveric Mattersley, Duke of Claremont, however, Eliza soon realizes some fantasies aren’t all they’re cracked up to be, especially when her duke proves himself less than a Prince Charming.

Deveric Mattersley has no interest in women, much less marriage. Determined to atone for his sins after convincing himself he’s at fault for the death of his first wife, he decrees himself content to focus on running his family’s estates, and on raising his son–until the mysterious Mrs. James appears. Who is she? What does she want? And why does she make Dev’s blood run hot in a way no woman ever has?

Can a man with a past and a woman from the future forge a love for all time?

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“Oh, come on. Play along. What’s your type, Deveric?”

Hearing his Christian name on her lips was delicious, though in truth they oughtn’t be so familiar with each other. She wasn’t family. He didn’t know what she was. Beyond … his type.

His eyes trailed over her figure. How could she look so delicious in that silly morning gown? Amara had surely been only too willing to rid herself of the dress; it was the one his mother insisted his sister wear often after her scandal. Covered from head-to-toe, as if clothing itself could keep one from temptation.

This American tempted him, whoever she was and whatever she was wearing. The fabric of the dress stretched tightly over her breasts, emphasizing them in a way he could hardly complain about.

He ran his fingers through his hair. “A gentleman of good breeding doesn’t think in such ways.”

“Oh, baloney,” Eliza said. “You can’t tell me that out of that gaggle of girls over there, not one of them interests you more than the others? Come on, I see a couple of blondes, a brunette, a redhead …”

Why was she pushing him on this? Was that a gleam in her eye? Was she deliberately provoking him?

The only woman here who interests me is you, he wanted to shout. You, with your strange ways and odd manner, with your lips that make me long to taste them again. You, with that delicate bit of flesh showing between that ridiculous dress’s neckline and your ear, you with the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen.

“This is a pointless, and inappropriate, conversation.”

“Who knew you’d be so stuffy? Are all dukes this stuffy? I should have told Cat, no stuffy guys.”

“Stuffy?”

“Yeah, stuffy. Pompous. Rigid. Uptight. Overly proper.”

“You think I’m stuffy?”

His blood burned, his eyes searing hers. He pulled her into the garden and around the hedge, in the place they’d stood the previous morning, out of sight of the other guests.

His hand reached up and hovered in mid-air, over her breasts, without touching them, before he put it back down, clenching it in a fist at his side.

“Do you have any idea how far from stuffy I feel at the moment, Eliza James?” he ground out. “I’ll tell you who’s my ‘type,’ as you put it.” He ran his fingers up into her hair, fixing her head between them. “Bizarrely endearing widows with unusual ways of speaking.” He swooped in to kiss her.

“American women who claim,” he nipped at her chin, “to be from the future, who bewitch me with their flashing blue eyes and swishing derrieres and lovely breasts.” His mouth found hers again, and his tongue traced a path across her upper lip. “Who make me doubt my own sanity. But if this is madness, I want—” He pulled her face toward his again. “—it all.”

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SORM About the Author

A lover of romance novels since the age of ten (shh, don’t tell mom!), Margaret Locke declared as a teen that she’d write romances when she grew up. Once an adult, however, she figured she ought to be doing grown-up things (such as earning that master’s degree in medieval history), not penning steamy love stories. Yeah, whatever. Turning forty cured her of that silly notion. Margaret is now happily ensconced back in the clutches of her first love, this time as an author as well as a reader. Margaret lives in the beautiful Shenandoah Valley in Virginia with her fantastic husband, two fabulous kids, and two fat cats. You can usually find her in front of some sort of screen (electronic or window); she’s come to terms with the fact that she’s not an outdoors person.

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No Obligation Required by Kelly Jamieson

January 5, 2016 Spotlight 0

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Genre: Romance

To err is human, to forgive is against his policy.

Brew Crew, Book 2

Bailey Harris is eager to move up at Huxworth Packard. Her mentor advises her to network more after hours. But that means she’ll have to reveal the reason she rushes out of the office at five o’clock on the dot—and it’s not for happy hour Cosmos.

On the other hand, more office time means more opportunities to feast her eyes on the firm’s executive creative director, the gorgeous, brilliant Mason Ward.

Mason sure has noticed the sweet, sexy media girl, but with a past that left his heart an echo chamber, his focus is on work. The occasional itch he scratches with meaningless, emotionless hook-ups. Though he’s determined to keep his hands off Bailey, he can’t resist when she makes it very clear she wants his hands on.

They’re on the same sexy page about their relationship—Bailey doesn’t have the time, and Mason doesn’t have the heart. But when meaningless sex suddenly becomes very meaningful, they find themselves in dangerous emotional waters.

Warning: This book contains a girl with a mad crush, a mad man with a mysterious past, secrets, lies, and shoes.

No Obligation Required Tease

 

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SORM About the Author

I’m a married mother of two who lives a very ordinary life outside of my imagination. When I’m not writing I’m usually reading. I also like to cook and that means I like to read cookbooks and cooking magazines. In the summer I enjoy spending time gardening and in the winter I like to read gardening magazines and seed catalogues. I love lying on the beach or on my deck with a glass of wine and a good book. I also love to travel. As you can see, pretty much all my activities involve reading somehow! Although I don’t have as much time for it any more, I also love to shop, especially for clothes and shoes. Some think I’m obsessed with shoes but that is not true (although my husband would point out that there is no room left in our closet).

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Turn up the Heat Book Event

March 20, 2015 Uncategorized 0

 

SOR Turn up the Heat

We’re hosting an upcoming event! 
 
Here’s the breakdown. 
 
We are hosting an great opportunity for promoting your romance books. For the months of late April and May, we will be hosting romance tours, spotlights only. 
 
It’s $20 per book.  
 
What’s it include? 
Easy, five days of promotion! Your book on as many blogs as we can, we have unlimited stops on all our tours. For this event we are guaranteeing at least 10 stops. Daily promotion on facebook and twitter. Advertising on our front page is included. 
 
And finally, but surely not last, a facebook party! We will be hosting an weekend party on Facebook June 6th & June 7th. We’ll be having a blast with prizes,  games, and most importantly lots of awesome books.

You don’t want to miss out.  
 
Got a question? You can email us at shadesofrosemedia@gmail.com

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Spring Special

March 8, 2015 Uncategorized 1

spring special

We are having a deal on our 10 stop Spotlight Tour. It’s $15 for 5 days of promo. Spotlight only, which includes cover, blurb, excerpt, buy links, author bio, and author links. Giveaway is optional.

April & May dates only.

You can view all of our book tours here. Covers and Trailers are 25% off.

Get the spotlight deal here.

 

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