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Friday, May 25, 2018

Out of Reach by Kendall Talbot 💕 Book Tour & Jaguar Sculpture Giveaway 💕 (Romantic Suspense)



In a place where a city can be lost hundreds of years . . . they can still find each other.

Lily saw the temple of Agulinta on television: a vast stone structure swallowed by the Yucatan jungle, rediscovered only now after hundreds of years. So why did the papers she found after her father’s death show the same mysterious carvings that puzzled archaeologists at Agulinta? Her search for answers pulls her to Mexico’s southern border, where the journey to the lost temple will take her through jungle and mountain, over waters home to crocodiles and drug runners, and into uncomfortably close quarters with a man whose need to wander has become a way of life . . .

Australian Carter Logan’s work as a nature photographer has given him the excuse he needs to roam wherever his restless feet take him. But in all the time he’s traveled, he’s never been drawn to anyone the way he is to this determined, cagey young American. Lily’s perseverance through dirt, sweat, and danger to the heart of the ancient temple fires through him. But when the two of them are left alone and stranded in a vicious wilderness, their connection might prove the difference between life and death . . . if the secrets of the past don’t come between them first.



Lily saw the temple of Agulinta on television: a vast stone structure
swallowed by the Yucatan jungle, rediscovered only now after hundreds
of years. So why did the papers she found after her father’s death show
the same mysterious carvings that puzzled archaeologists at Agulinta?
Her search for answers pulls her to Mexico’s southern border, where the
journey to the lost temple will take her through jungle and mountain, over
waters home to crocodiles and drug runners, and into uncomfortably close
quarters with a man whose need to wander has become a way of life . . .
Australian Carter Logan’s work as a nature photographer has given him
the excuse he needs to roam wherever his restless feet take him. But in all
the time he’s traveled, he’s never been drawn to anyone the way he is to
this determined, cagey young American. Lily’s perseverance through dirt,
sweat, and danger to the heart of the ancient temple fires through him. But
when the two of them are left alone and stranded in a vicious wilderness,
their connection might prove the difference between life and death . . . if
the secrets of the past don’t come between them first.

   



Thursday, May 24, 2018

Don't Call Me Cupcake by Tara Sheets 💕 Q&A, Book Tour & Gift Card Giveaway 💕(Paranormal Romance)



Most families have a favorite recipe or two, handed down through generations. The Holloway women are a little different. Emma Holloway, like her grandmother before her, bakes wishes into her delicious cupcakes, granting the recipient comfort, sweet dreams, or any number of good things. It’s a strange gift, but it brings only happiness. Until gorgeous, smooth-talking newcomer Hunter Kane strolls into her shop, Fairy Cakes—and Emma makes the mistake of selling him not one, but three Sweet Success cupcakes.

Hunter, it turns out, is opening a fancy new restaurant and bakery right on the waterfront—Emma’s competition. To make matters worse, the town committee has decided to split the upcoming summer festival contract between the two, forcing Emma to work with her nemesis. But she can’t afford to split her profits. The solution: create a recipe that will make Hunter leave town permanently.

The Holloway charms are powerful. But there are other kinds of magic in the world—like red-hot first kisses, secret glances, and the feeling that comes with falling truly, madly, inconveniently
in love . . .



Q: I immediately fell in love with The Holloway Girls in your first release in that series, Don’t Call Me Cupcake. I also fell in love with Pine Cove Island. Tell us about how you came to pick Washington state for the location. Any fun research stories to tell?
I lived in Washington state for almost twenty years, and there’s a group of islands off the Pacific Northwest coast called the San Juan Islands. My family and I spent many summers on Friday Harbor, which is the inspiration behind Pine Cove Island. I remember visiting and thinking how the waterfront town, the tourist shops, and the gorgeous ocean views seemed a little bit magical and romantic. Plus, there were many sweet shops selling cupcakes, ice cream, and all sorts of delicious treats. That’s when I began dreaming up the story of the Holloway girls.
Q: Cupcakes! Aren’t they just addictive? I spent a year consumed by all things cupcakes while researching my Cupcake Club books. You’d think I’d be so over them, but no ma’am. Your book was an instant-buy on the title alone. What drew you to writing about baking and cupcakes?
I’ve never been very interested in cooking, but I definitely love to bake. My parents owned a small coffee shop, and my sister and I used to take turns trying out new cupcake and cookie recipes in the kitchen. My grandmother also owned a similar shop in Hawaii, so I think the idea of magical cupcakes evolved from those experiences. And I do have a sweet tooth, so let’s just say, many cupcakes were “tested” during the writing of this book. Research is so important, you know!
Q: If the title hadn’t already hooked me, when I discovered that your heroine, Emma Holloway, bakes wishes into the cupcakes? I love that SO, so much! I also love the name Fairy Cakes for Emma’s bakery. Where did your “little something extra” idea come from?
I’ve always loved fairy tales. There’s something whimsical and fun about sprinkling a little bit of magic into a story. When I thought of Emma and her baking, the magical talent was always a part of that from the very beginning. I knew that I wanted these Holloway women to each have a special ability that helped people. I chose the name Fairy Cakes not just because it refers to cupcakes, but also because it gives a nod to fairy tales and Emma’s past.
Q: Tell us a little about Hunter Kane and the trouble he has in store for Emma. She’s so flustered when she meets him she sells him three of her magical Sweet Success cupcakes. Oh boy!
Yes, the deliciously handsome Hunter Kane visits Emma’s shop and she thinks he’s just a passing tourist. When he mentions he’s there on business, she gives him magical cupcakes to bring him success. Later she finds out that his “business” is the fancy new restaurant and bakery opening up right next to her shop. Emma is furious. The hot guy who charmed her is the new rival who’s going to take away all her profits? Not acceptable! She turns to her cousin Juliette and together they scheme to make him leave town forever. Magic and mayhem ensue . . .
Q: Like Hunter and Emma, I love it when the hero and heroine go from adversaries to a forever-kind-of-love. So much tension! And when a lot of it is sexual? Even better! Is this a favorite of yours as a reader? What other themes might be in store for us? (Childhood friend to lover is another fave of mine. Hint, hint!)
I definitely enjoy reading stories where the characters go from enemies to lovers. That slow-burn kind of romantic tension is the best kind. It makes the final moment where they realize their feelings for each other so much more satisfying. Plus, it’s just so much fun watching them trying—and failing—to resist each other! As for stories where the hero and heroine go from childhood friends to lovers, that’s another one of my favorites. It sparked the idea for the second book in the series.
Q: Okay, okay, so I have to stop talking about Emma’s Fairy Cakes cupcakes and Hunter’s everything hotness for just a moment (wah!) You have such a fascinating story yourself, I want to hear more about that. You were born on Guam and your family is Chamorro. Tell us a little about your cultural background and if that has influenced you in your writing in any way.
I am Chamorro, born on Guam and raised overseas. My family traveled a lot and I grew up in different countries including Dubai and Cairo, Egypt. Even though we had such different experiences, I still feel very connected to my island life. A lot of my family is now in Hawaii. I think it just made sense for me to base my first series on an island, because I’m familiar with that small-town atmosphere and lifestyle. In a way, my fictional town of Pine Cove Island melds that with what I’ve learned about living in the Pacific Northwest. I also created Emma’s mother’s character using my experience of what it was like to move from place to place growing up.
Q: I hear your great-grandfather has a bronze statue in his honor on Guam. How awesome is that? And it has something to do with ice? You definitely need to tell us all about that!
My great-grandfather, Pedro Pangelinan Martinez, was responsible for bringing the first ice plant to Guam in 1921. It was a huge step forward for the Guamanian people because the factory supplied ice to the hospital, schools, residents, military, and government offices. He also began a construction company that built the pre-war structure for the St. Vincent de Paul Society, whose mission is to help the poor. Pope Pius XII gave him the title "Pro Ecclesia et Pontifice”, and he was made a Knight Commander of the Order of Saint Sylvester by Pope John XXIII. He also received a similar award from Pope Paul VI. Several years after he died, the people of Guam erected a bronze statue of him and dedicated a place called Pedro’s Plaza in his name.
Q: I understand you just made a big cross-country move. That sounds both exhausting and exciting! How are you adapting to the big change? What do you miss from your old neighborhood and love about your new one?
My family and I recently moved from Seattle, WA to North Carolina. It has definitely been a big change, but I’m loving the gorgeous weather. It’s fabulous to be able to walk outside in early spring and not need a coat. I’m also truly charmed by the genuinely kind and friendly people I’ve met here. Sometimes we miss the mountains and the ocean views of the Puget Sound, and we do miss our old friends, but I’ll say this: I do not miss the rain! People told me I’d eventually miss the rain and that hasn’t happened yet. So far, so good.
Q: Back to The Holloway Girls and those magical cupcakes. (You can’t keep me away for long.) I love a little magic in my romance! What do we have to look forward to next in this series? Which Holloway Girl is in the spotlight? When is the book coming out? And can I have the first copy? (So many questions!!)
I would be honored to give you the first copy! The second book in the series is called Don’t Touch My Petunia. It’s about Juliette Holloway and her garden magic. In Juliette’s story, she and her childhood crush, Logan O’Connor, meet again for the first time in over a decade. Since they did not part on good terms, Juliette is determined to ignore him because she’s completely and totally over him. Except, of course, she’s not. As much as she wants to pretend there’s nothing between them, Logan knows better . . . and he’s determined to show her. Don’t Touch My Petunia comes out in September 2018.
Q: What else is on the horizon for you? Where can we find you on social media? You know, so we can pester you to hurry up with the next installment? Asking for a friend.
Thank you so much for taking the time to talk about Don’t Call Me Cupcake and The Holloway Girls series! I am thrilled to bits that you loved Emma and Hunter’s story. If you’d like to connect with me on social media, please visit my website at tarasheets.com and subscribe to my newsletter so you can stay up to date on fun events and the latest news. You’ll also find links to Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, BookBub, and Pinterest (where I’ve created photo collages for each book in the series—so much fun!)
Thanks so much for taking time out from unpacking and writing and baking and researching to chat today. Now, hurry up and get back to it. I need more Holloway Girls in my life!




“We should probably get back,” she said quietly.
“Probably.” Hunter didn’t move. He still held the wild rose in one hand, his other hanging loose at his side, fingers
itching to touch her.
She took a shaky breath.
Their eyes locked.
With infinite slowness, he closed the gap between them and reached his arm around her waist, settling his hand on
her lower back. He felt as though he were in a trance, like everything else faded around them and the only thing he
could see clearly was her. She was warm and soft, and touching her felt right. A thrill shot through him when she didn’t resist. He pulled her body flush against his and she exhaled on a tiny sigh.
Emma tilted her head back, her eyes half closed, her breathing shallow. The scent of chocolate and honeysuckle
surrounded him and the urge to taste her was so strong, he almost groaned out loud. The rose fell to the ground, forgotten, as he wrapped both arms around her and lowered his head.
Her eyes fluttered shut.
When he lowered his lips to hers, she grabbed fistfuls of his shirt, pulling him closer. For the briefest, most blissful of
moments she brushed her lips against his. The whisper-soft touch of her mouth on his was intoxicating. He was drowning and he never wanted to come up for air. This was heaven.


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Wednesday, May 23, 2018

Love. Local. Latebreaking. by H. Laurence Lareau 💕 Behind the Scenes, Book Tour & Gift Card Giveaway 💕(Contemporary Romance)



Professional passion in the tradition of Julie James, Love. Local. Latebreaking. is a page-turning romance shining a spotlight into television news.

"Heart-tugging relational tension but with a sophistication that raises it above the romance genre." -- Jlaird, verified purchaser

"Mr. Lareau manages humor beautifully--I was able to envision certain scenes/situations/people so clearly that I was chortling into my coffee. I highly recommend this novel as a light-hearted (and sexy) diversion." -- Sarah K. Clark, verified purchaser

"The heroine had a career that she worked hard for and that she didn't give that career up simply because she'd found love" -- A. Geek, verified purchaser

Local TV news reporter Karli Lewis has one goal: escape Iowa's cornfields and podunk local news scene to hit the bright lights of the Chicago's newsrooms. Karli’s career is on the rise, thanks to her talented, dizzingly handsome, yet enigmatic news photographer, Jake Gibson, a dedicated hometown boy who is staying put. Will Karli listen to her heart, or will she choose a dateline over her favorite date? Can she reconcile her unbridled ambition and her longing for the man she could lose forever?


The Iowa State Fair, and the Rodgers & Hammerstein movie inspired by it, State Fair, help hero and heroine find their initial connection in Love. Local. Latebreaking. The Fair truly is a monumental and inspiring gathering—worthy of a great movie musical—where Des Moines-area newsrooms set up temporary studios every year for extended coverage, and where reporters and photographers cover evergreen stories—the butter cow, fair food—and explore every corner looking for something new to report.

Some years ago, my younger son and I were trying to navigate our way through the Fair’s jam-packed Ag Building to get to a restroom (he really had to go). We got stuck halfway through, though, barred on the one side by an expansive giggle of teen girls and on the other by a long line of seniors snaking slowly by on electric scooters. As we were trying to chart a path through the throngs, we heard a thump and looked back toward the seniors. We saw that one crusty older man was at least as impatient as my son’s bladder. He had deliberately rear-ended the frail woman in front of him, yelling “Go faster!” His scooter was audibly shoving hers forward; she seemed completely oblivious.

Like countless other real-life moments, that one wound up on the cutting room floor. Although my son and I were both astonished, remember it vividly, and still laugh about it (we made it to the restroom in time), it’s the kind of anecdote that doesn’t advance the story.

It turns out that most of my favorite real-life stories are useless for telling a good fictional story.

That doesn’t mean there’s anything wrong with following the universal edict to “write about what you know,” though.

The tensions, pressures and personalities in Three NewsFirst’s newsroom were inspired by my former career in TV news. Roger Francisco, the sound engineer who recorded the audiobook of L.L.L., did pretty much everything at my first station: he was an audio engineer, of course. He was also a meteorologist, vocal talent for commercials, and the guy who knew how to operate every piece of arcane broadcasting equipment in the building. The Reindeer Punch he served at his annual Christmas parties is very nearly the only actual, real-life thing that made it into the book.

I still cherish a journalist’s indignation at the idiocy of those in power. The tragic scene causing the hero’s breakdown in L.L.L. was inspired by shockingly poor traffic engineering and terrifying texting-and-driving events in my hometown. Neither of those issues gets anything like enough press coverage, so I was pleased that the L.L.L. news team agreed to place those issues front and center in their coverage.

Because the Things I Know includes a silly collection of interests, a number of disparate elements found their way into Love. Local. Latebreaking.’s story line. Our hero’s recovery begins in a karate studio, mostly because I have found a lot of comfort in dojos over the last 20 years or so. (Our heroine isn’t wrong when she confronts him: “Why do you even have a karate thing? . . . Photogs have photography studios. Nobody has a karate studio.”)

Because the Things I Know is a silly collection of memories and activities, following the write-what-you-know rule brought a number of disparate elements together into Love. Local. Latebreaking.’s story line. Each contributes to the story’s progress. I’m glad to report that the true stories—especially the numberless injury-causing mistakes from the dojo—stayed safely in the memory vaults. Though they did often urge me to Go faster!

Please contact me directly at hllareau@icloud.com, visit hlaurencelareau.com, or find me on Facebook. Here’s to your own happily ever after!



Her eyes and the smell of her skin and the pulse beating in her neck all told Jake that she was ready to be his. Her raised eyebrows and her erect, squared-off posture told him to stay away. He saw all of this in an instant, then fumbled for something to do that wasn’t kissing, in spite of the thudding pulse and the insistent twitch that urged him—now—to find the sweetness of her lips.

Jake wasn’t thinking through the feelings, the urges, the choices. Evolution or God or something had equipped men—and Jake more especially than most—with a finely calibrated system to gauge a woman’s readiness. Something—the pheromone density in the air or her posture or the pace of her breathing or some combination of those things or some other primal indicator—wasn’t yet right. One more moment of intimacy, though, and they would both be ready. Instinct guided him to the movie’s moment of consummation.

“When the heroine finds out that he really does love her and wants to marry her—that’s pretty powerful, isn’t it?”

Jake knew immediately that he’d said the wrong thing. Karli shook her head slightly and turned her blue eyes from his. She reached up and took Jake’s hand and the napkin it held from her face.

“Shut up,” she ordered him. “You think I was rooting for that insipid girl?” she asked. “No, Jake, I don’t identify with girls who need men to define them. I was cheering for the reporter. He had finally found his way to a real news job in a real market. He had escaped Des Moines.”


#DownAndDirty Anthology published by @romancerebels69 featuring Keep You Safe written by C.R. Moss 💕 Book Tour & Gift Card Giveaway 💕 (Erotic Romance)



I’m Professor Arianna Perez, and I’ve been asked if I’ll ever trust, let alone love, another man again. After dumping an abusive boyfriend, I doubted I would. At least, that’s how I felt until fate had sexy wrangler, Kian Bishop, reappearing in my life in a way I never expected.
Against my better judgement, I fell hard for the cowboy, believing everything he said, including how he wanted to treat me like a queen and keep me safe. Little did I know, though, that the circumstances that’d brought us together could also tear us apart…and possibly claim my life.



Kian sat back and rubbed his chin. “He’s still bothering you?”
Nodding, I continued to breathe deep to allay my anxiety. “Kind of.”
“He sounds like a jerk. If you were mine, I’d treat you like a queen. I’d do anything I could to keep you safe and free from harm.”
“If I were yours?” God, how I wanted to believe that a man would do that. Be a true gentleman, someone who would treat me right, someone I could trust not turn into a pig. Even if Kian spoke the truth, there were other factors to consider. “You do remember there’s an age gap between us, right? That I’m older than you?”
He lifted a shoulder again. “So? We’re both adults. Consenting adults. I hated that my family moved, and I couldn’t see you anymore. That I only had you in my fantasies.”
“Wait. What?” This time I couldn’t hide the surprise on my face. “You fantasized about me?”
“All the time.” He chuckled, and pink tinged his cheeks. “I thought you were the prettiest woman I’d ever seen, and I was a hormonal teen. I wasn’t joking before when I said you’re beautiful.”
Compliments. Wants. Desires. The claims coming from him made my breath catch on such an intense wave of yearning it almost hurt.
Oh, Lord, what kind of spell is this man weaving over me?
“I appreciate the sentiment, but like I’d said, you could have your pick. Why would you want an older lady with ten to twenty extra pounds on her frame?” Under my breath, I couldn’t stop myself from adding, “Chad used to say no man wanted a chubby-wubby.”
Kian pursed his lips. “We’ve already established that Chad’s a tool. Me? I think you’re perfect the way you are. You don’t need to lose a pound.” He smiled. His gaze softened. “God, I really want to kiss you.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
Before I knew it, he leaned across the table, gently palmed my cheek and placed his lips on mine. Hungry desire flooded me. I couldn’t deny my body’s response or the fact that I was seriously attracted to Kian. I wanted the kiss to deepen, but luckily, I had enough wits about me to not go crazy with the public display of affection.
Then, as quick as it started, it ended. He sat back, taking any decisions I might have had to make out of my hands.
“Thank you,” he said. “I’ve wanted to do that for ages.”
More heat blossomed in my face. I couldn’t believe how much I’d been blushing. His attentions and presence made me feel like a silly, teenager in the throes of my first crush.