Jan 16, 2018 | Blog, Delancey Stewart, January 2018, Teaser Tuesday
Happy Book Birthday Love Rebuilt by Delancey Stewart. Check out this exclusive Excerpt and one-click now.
I stared at the mallet in his hand, and realized that he’d been pounding a sign into the ground in front of the half-framed house that stood next to my trailer. We were actually talking to one another through the non-existent walls of the front room. The front room of my dream house. My ex-dream house. The one I had been building with my ex-husband. Jack.
“What’s the deal with the sign?”
“What do think the deal with the sign is?” Jack grinned and my blood bubbled hot beneath my skin.
“It’s eight a.m. I don’t want to play guessing games.”
Jack turned away from me as a car motored slowly up the narrow road and came to a stop behind where he stood. “I think you’re about to find out.” As he said it, he turned back around and winked at me.
The wink threw me over the edge.
“Don’t wink at me, you ass!” I practically screamed it, and as I did, the 
owner of the car emerged, his head turning my way as he ran a hand through shiny auburn locks.
Wow. I suppressed an involuntary shiver and pulled my robe a little closer around me.
The car was one of those practical luxury types. A Land Rover or a Land Cruiser or some kind of four-wheel-drive Land thing. I wasn’t an expert in slow, hulking cars. Actually, given that I now found myself living in a shack next to a half-built reminder of my failed marriage and was working in a diner, it turned out that I was not an expert at anything. Not marriage. And certainly not men.
The man who approached the threshold of my trailer, taking in all my terrycloth-robed glory, had an air of practical luxury about him, too. He was tall and broad, his hair glinting with hints of copper in the sunlight. It was a little long, a little messy, but clearly some attention was paid to it, since it looked thick and healthy. He wore aviator sunglasses and they hid most of his face. But not his lips. And his lips…his lips were like a sculpture. The kind of lips that would make nuns blush and giggle. They were a little too perfect, maybe. But the guy wore flannel, like most people in this mountain town. And the short stubble covering his jaw gave him a rugged look that inspired a wild urge to rub my hand over it. Or better yet, photograph it. I longed to dart back inside for my camera, but I already looked like a loon. A robe-wearing loon with a camera would definitely not be better. The man stepped around the car, gazing up at the half-built house, and I chastised myself for staring. My fascination, beyond his movie-hunk looks, was that this man was clearly different from the other people I’d seen up here, but he still managed to fit in. Something I hadn’t mastered.
“How much?” the man asked, speaking to Jack.
“How much what?” I asked, my voice bordering on a high-pitched scream. What was going on here?
Jack ignored me. “I guess given the state, and the fact that winter’s not far out, the better question is what’s it worth to you?”
The man walked around the house, stepping into rooms, and testing structural beams with his hands and his body weight.
While he wandered around inside my house, I stepped down the front step and stomped through the dust in my pink slippers to where Jack stood with his arms crossed.
“What is going on?” I hissed.
Jack raised an eyebrow as he looked at me. “Is that the teddy from our wedding night?”
I glanced down, horrified to see a flash of leopard-print silk exposed in the deep V-neck of the robe. “No.” It was. He was right. My humiliation was practically complete.
“You can take the girl out of the city…” Jack grinned, shaking his head.
I pulled the robe tighter. So what if I still wore my expensive lingerie to bed? I deserved nice things. Even if Jack had taken most of them from me. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Selling the house for you.”
“For me?”
“Thought you’d appreciate the help.”
“I don’t want your help, you cheating ass!”
The man had stopped examining the house and was looking toward me now, a tilt to his head and a half-smile on those sculpted lips. I wished he’d take off those damned shades so I could see what he thought of this whole exchange, which he had surely overheard. I don’t know why I cared.
Bio:
Award-winning author Delancey Stewart writes contemporary romance.
Stewart has lived on both coasts, in big cities and small towns. She’s been a pharmaceutical rep, a personal trainer and a direct sales representative for a French wine importer. But she has always been a writer first.
A wife and the mother of two small boys, her current job titles include pirate captain, monster hunter, Lego assembler and story reader. She tackles all these efforts at her current home outside Washington D.C.
Jan 15, 2018 | Blog, Blog Tour, Eliza Knight, January 2018
Celebrate the release of THE SEA DEVIL, the newest installment in USA Today Bestselling Author Eliza Knight’s swashbuckling series, Pirates of Britannia: Lords of the Sea tomorrow!
The Whole Latte:
The Sea Devil by Eliza Knight is a swashbuckling high-seas adventure packed with plot twists, pirates, adventure, and romance. It’s time to meet a brotherhood of pirates where each standalone read is seamless and sprinkled with everything from castles, ships and ship life written with precision and care that you are swept up into this journey along with her beloved characters. It’s exciting and exhilarating. Are you ready?
From the first page, this 186 page book is an adventure that will make you laugh, cry, and run to the nearest port searching for your own kilted hero. Any man that can carry himself like Thor is worthy of a woman like Alesia. Lucky for us she just doesn’t realize it and needs a little convincing. That leaves lots of pages for us to watch this unfold.
Thornley “Thor” MacLeod wasn’ always a pirate which makes this story so appealing. After a traumatic event has since spent every minute seeking revenge. It’s time to settle the score with a devious plan. No longer a mischievous boy, he’s found comfort and family from the Brethren of Britania. A chance encounter with a woman, a promise of treasured gold, and vow to avenge the one person Thor loved will push this story into a book adventure you never want to end.
Alesia Baird has spent most of her life running from the authorities, how much longer can she outrun them? When hope is shaken, and an opportunity for financial security lands at her feet, will she have the courage to see her crazy plan to the end? It all sounds simple until she discovers that a devilish and sexy pirate is included with a teeny, tiny fib. In order to find financial freedom she will embark on an adventure that will take her away from the only place she’s ever known.
When Thor reveals a secret so powerful that it could destroy Alesia and his crew. How long will they be able to fight off their attraction? Thor has met his match as Alesia fights to prove that she’s worthy of sailing with his crew and it raises the stakes. Their chemistry is hot, burns slow, and is two and a half peppers worthy for any reader daring to set sail with the Pirates of Britania. It makes the entire journey edge of the seat worthy.
If you are a lover of men in kilts and want to know what it means to be a real Scotsman, ask Alesia. I’m sure she’d be happy to enlighten you ;).
In less than a few hours you can find out who will survive? Who will surrender? Who will find love? and whose story will be next? If you’re looking for a pirate adventure with other characters to discover will enjoy this. You don’t have to read the previous releases, but if you do, you will be handsomely rewarded.
I received an advance copy from Barclay PR for a fair and honest review. One-click now and in just two sleeps you can set sail with Savage and his crew!
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An excerpt from THE SEA DEVIL
Copyright © Eliza Knight 2018
“I’m a pirate, lass. What am I supposed to think when I come into my room and a lass has made herself at home, going so far as to take off her boots?”
She pushed against him more, and he did let go slightly, enough that she thought she might be able to draw a better breath, but it didn’t appear that his hold was what kept her from breathing. Struggling to speak without choking, she said, “I came here because I heard ye were looking for the bastard of Santiago Fernandez.”
“And ye claim to be that unfortunate offspring?”
She nodded solemnly. “I do.”
“Prove it,” he growled.
“How?” She wriggled against him. “Put me down first.”
“Say something to me in Spanish.”
He settled her in front of him, but not far enough away that she couldn’t still feel the heat of his body sinking into hers. Thinking quickly on her feet, Alesia frowned up at him. “My mother was Scots, and my father, the legendary Spanish pirate, abandoned me the moment he planted his seed, ye buffoon. Where would I have learned his language?”
“Point taken.” He studied her face, eyes narrowed. “Ye do have the look of him. In a feminine sort of way. Save for that hair. Tempestuous hair.”
Her mouth fell open at the insult. She moved to stomp on his foot but quickly found herself lifted off her feet, arms pinned to her sides by the steely strength of his own.
Fine, he wanted to play dirty. She’d already showed him once she knew how to take down a man. Alesia moved to kick him where she’d had the pleasure of socking him before, but Captain Thor clamped her legs between his thighs of steel.
“Uh-uh, princess,” he mocked.
Though she hated to head-butt anyone for the headache it always gave her, that was her next move. Alesia was fairly certain at this point she wasn’t going to be walking away with the silver, which meant she could at least walk away with her life—and figure out another way to escape the wharf.
Before she had the chance to make good on her decision to crack her head against his, she found herself flattened to the wood-planked floor, and his massive body on top of hers. Every hard plane pressed to the soft curves of her own. She sucked in a ragged breath, prepared to shout at him to leave off, but she found her throat too tight to speak.
“I’d have expected more from Santiago’s daughter, wee sprite.” His finger trailed over her cheek and along her jawline.
Alesia bared her teeth, trying to wriggle free but only managing to feel his body pressed harder to hers. “And I would have expected more from a pirate Captain.”
“Touché.” His grin was inviting. Unnerving. Disarming.
“Get off me,” she growled, trying keep her mind in the right place—the angry place. That was survival. To succumb to his disarmament was to lose.
His gaze shifted to her lips. “Not without a kiss.”
Alesia snorted and shoved at his unmoving shoulders. “I’d not kiss ye if ye were the last man on earth.”
“What if I were the second to last?” he teased.
She let out an exasperated groan. “Not then, either, ye ogre.”
He clucked his tongue. “Shame.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because, lass, if sparring with ye is this fun, kissing would be even better.”
About Eliza Knight
Eliza Knight is an award-winning and USA Today bestselling author of over fifty sizzling historical, time-travel and contemporary romance novels. Under the name E. Knight, she pens rip-your- heart-out historical fiction. While not reading, writing or researching for her latest book, she chases after her three children. In her spare time (if there is such a thing…) she likes daydreaming, wine-tasting, traveling, hiking, staring at the stars, watching movies, shopping and visiting with family and friends. She lives atop a small mountain with her own knight in shining armor, three princesses and two very naughty puppies.
Connect with Eliza at: Website
Jan 12, 2018 | Authors Dish, Blog, Hildie McQueen, January 2018, Lucy Farago
Welcome to Authors Dish where your favorite authors share what they are reading. In addition, if you enjoy reading their books they have suggestions for similar book adventures by other authors. It doesn’t get better than that!
Today in the cafe are Lucy Farago, and Hildie McQueen.
Rae: Who are you reading?
Lucy Farago: Susanne Kearsley’s A Desperate Fortune, Colleen Hoover’s Hopeless, 
and Eve Langlais’s a Demon Witch. It depends on what mood I’m in.
Hildie McQueen: Kathryn Le Veque, J.D. Monroe, Jordan K. Rose and Renee George
Rae: If readers are a fan of your books, who should they consider reading?
Lucy Farago: It’s hard to compare myself to other authors. Someone once told me I reminded her of Roxanne St Clair when she writes romantic suspense. Other than that I have no idea. I’m not a dark writer and I try and blend in as much humour as I can get away with.
Hildie McQueen: Merry Farmer and Sylvia McDaniel
Rae: Thank you so much authors! Let me know dear readers if you try any of these books. I’ll see you next week – sae time for new authors and more fun!
Jan 11, 2018 | Blog, January 2018, Liz Carlyle
Love With a Wicked Man by Liz Carlyle is a historical romance filled with mystery, zest, and adventure. A story worthy of a place on your bookshelf.
Kate d’Allenay is forced to save her estate, and must keep her family from getting into too much mischief. When a handsome stranger crashes into her world, it will never be the same again. Intent to nurse him back to health Kate will attempt to uncover his true identity. Can she discover the truth as well before it’s too late?
Lord Edward Quartermaine isn’t exactly worried about his little bout of amnesia, in fact, he’s beginning to hope that it might never recover. Where did he come from? Is he worthy of a woman like Kate? Chatter leads Lord Quartermaine to fear his character and prevent him from having the one thing he knows for sure, who is the right man for Kate? Can he convince her he’s certain of his feelings despite his predicament?
Despite the secrets, one way or another, the truth is sure to be revealed. When it finally does, will Kate still desire him? Can they figure out what they want with Kate’s family meddling and scheming? Everyone has a secret, and everyone has something to fight for. If Kate can let go of taking care of everyone and admit what she really wants, she just might fall in love with a wicked man?
Jan 10, 2018 | Blog, Chapter Reveal, January 2018
Coming January 23rd 2018
Prologue
It’s a beautiful game.
It’s a hard game.
And even on a good day your body is battered and bruised. It’s a brutal game with blood, mud and dirt.
See this scar on my cheek? Rugby.
See this scar running through my eyebrow? Rugby.
I have a lot of scars.
I have 13 scars on each arm from keyhole surgery, knee surgery, scars on my forehead and the back of my head, scars on my knuckles, broken fingers. I’ve had both eyelids stitched, surgery on both shoulders, suffered a broken nose twice and spiral fractures in my hands, I’ve broken my fingers so many times, I don’t event count those. I’ve had cartilage cleaned out of my left knee, two medial ligament grade two tears on each knee, three lots of surgery for Achilles tendon injuries, and once I put my bottom teeth through my top lip. Getting stitches in your mouth isn’t much fun. They tug when you eat or speak.
There’s nothing nice about rugby. Maybe that’s why I bloody love it.
Chicks dig scars? Yeah, I’ve heard that, too.
In my experience, they’re not so keen on being around while you’re healing. Being the loser who’s benched, not so sexy. Being the guy who’s career went down the toilet … I’m looking a lot less appealing now.
Trusting a woman when you’re at your lowest—dumbest, stupidest thing ever.
Beat me, break me, butcher my heart.
I’m coming for you. And this time…
I’m going to win.
Stuart Reardon
Stuart is a retired England International Rugby League player who’s career spanned 16 years as a professional playing for several top League clubs. He has had several major injuries that nearly ended his career just as in Undefeated, the amazing collaboration with Jane.
Currently he is a Personal trainer living in Cheshire, and has an online fitness program: Fear Nothing Fitness.
I enjoy watching surfers at my local beach, and weaving stories of romance in the modern world, with all its trials and tribulations.
It’s been the best fun working with Stu on this story. And yes, he did think about joining the Marines once.
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Jan 10, 2018 | Blog, January 2018, Robin Bielman
Lips Close to Mine by Robin Bielman (Wherever You Go Series) is a heartwarming friends to lovers story that is a must for any romance lover. There is nothing better than a story that can make you laugh, cry, and squeal with delight. It’s a perfect bookcation.
Harper is not interested in anything beyond one night and that’s worked until now. A traumatic and tragic event has haunted her and affected her views on relationships that when she’s forced to face her fears head-on, will she give love a second chance?
Levi is an absolute stud. Smart, sexy and loves his job. Devoted to friends, family, and desires the only woman he can’t have. Will he prove that love is worth the risk and win over the heart of his one-true love?
After years of friendship, one night will change everything. Now they can’t escape the very thing they are running from. The game has changed and the stakes are higher.
An emotional story that pushes two people to come to terms with the past, despite their own separate traumatic experiences. Trust is vital in this game, if they can open up and have faith, their ability to trust in themselves, each other, their family may not prove to end with dire consequences a second time around.
Robin’s crafted a story that takes you on a journey of self-discovery and the ability to love, unconditionally, despite the fears and uncertainty of the unknown. I loved the tension, chemistry, and the discovery of what happened to bring Harper and Levi to face their fears.
If you love a story with intense attraction, heat, emotional enrapture of your heart, mind and soul…read this. Levi will ruin you for another book boyfriend, but that’s ok. He’s totally worth it!
This installment is a two and a half spicy pepper read. It has enough 
heat to make you sizzle and is for mature readers 18+.
I received an advance copy from the publisher for a fair and honest review.
Excerpt:
“What do you say we open that champagne then skinny-dip in the fountain?” I ask, releasing my seat belt. That I’m dying to see her naked again might have something to do with my suggestion, too.
Harper searches my eyes for clues I’m serious. I help her out. “Unless you’re chicken.”
With a straight face, she unclicks her seat belt, picks up the bottle of champagne and proceeds to pop the cork like a champ. She takes a swig, her full lips wrapped around the bottle, her eyes never leaving mine. **Edited for blog and approved by Author ** Full disclosure: I’ve been picturing this every damn night for the past two months.
“Your turn.” She hands me the bottle as her tongue licks across her full bottom lip. If she’s trying to torture me, it’s working.
Our fingers brush when I accept the Dom Perignon, and once again, the small, effortless touch isn’t enough. I take a small gulp of the sparkling drink, mindful I’m driving. When finished, I pass it back. “So, your cousin said something interesting to me tonight.”
“S^*t.”
I laugh. The harder Harper tries to keep me at arm’s length, the more her family tries to draw me in. “Since you’re sitting at the head table during the wedding reception, she wanted me to know I’ll be sitting with your brothers.”
She chokes on the champagne. “What the hell? I never RSVP’d you were my plus-one.”
“Your mom did.”
Harper’s head falls back against the seat, chin up, eyes closed. “That woman is impossible. I’ll tell them you’re not coming to the wedding.”
“I don’t mind.”
“I do.”
“All right. Whatever you want.”
“That’s it? Just like that, you’re not coming now?” She shifts positions, drawing her legs up so she’s sitting on them and facing me. I hadn’t noticed that she’d slipped off her shoes.
“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable around your family.”
“You don’t do that.”
“You sure? I think I do.”
“No. You don’t. Not even a little. But…”
“But what?”
“I did tell my mom I had a date so she wouldn’t bug me about it. I was planning to find a random guy to go with me, so I guess since she thinks it’s you…” She takes a drink, extends me the bottle.
I put my palm over my heart. “How magnanimous of you.”
“I know,” she teases. “Don’t you forget it.”
“So I am going to the wedding?”
“Yes.”
Author Info:
When not attached to her laptop, USA Today Bestselling Author Robin Bielman can almost always be found with her nose in a book. A California girl, the beach is her favorite place for fun and inspiration. Her fondness for swoon-worthy heroes who flirt and stumble upon the girl they can’t live without jumpstarts most of her story ideas.
She loves to frequent coffee shops, spend time with her husband and two sons, and play sock tug of war with her cute, but sometimes naughty, dog Harry. She dreams of traveling to faraway places and loves to connect with readers. To keep in touch sign up for her newsletter on her website at http://robinbielman.com
