Thursday, April 26, 2018

Cover Reveal: Tattered by Devney Perry







Thea Landry has always known her place in modern-day society. It’s somewhere just above the trash can her mother dumped her in as a newborn but below the class where much comes easy. With her tattered shoes and bargain-bin clothes, her life has never been full of glamour.

So when a rich and charismatic man takes interest, she doesn’t fool herself into thinking their encounter is anything more than a one-night stand. Months later, she’s kicking herself for not getting his phone number. Or his last name. She’s given up hope of seeing him ever again.

Until one day, years later, Logan Kendrick waltzes into her life once more and turns everything she’s built upside down. This time around, she won’t make the same mistake. She’s going to fight to keep him in her life—not for herself.

But for their daughter.








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Devney is the USA Today bestselling author of the Jamison Valley series. She lives in Montana with her husband and two children. After working in the technology industry for nearly a decade, she abandoned conference calls and project schedules to enjoy a slower pace at home with her kids. She loves reading and, after consuming hundreds of books, decided to share her own stories. Devney loves hearing from readers! Connect with her on social media.

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Wednesday, April 25, 2018

Six Feet Under by Whitney Barbetti

Release Date: April 25, 2018
Cover Design: Najla Qamber Designs
Photo Credit: Max Eremine


Synopsis


Six wasn’t the hero I needed.
But he was the man I wanted.

And it was my selfish craving, the desire to own him, that would be our undoing.

No one tells you that love is a disease. An infection that tears your heart apart, leaving you half the person you were before. A malady that leaves open wounds. An invisible disorder tracing scars in the places you couldn’t see if you weren’t looking for them.

I was sick, but love didn’t heal me.

Instead, it festered in my marrow, and drove me to unforgivable mistakes.

Six was my first mistake, but he wouldn't be the last.

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Release Date: May 9, 2018
Cover Design: Najla Qamber Designs
Photo Credit: Alexander Kuzmin Photography



Synopsis


Six was always there, even when I didn’t want him.
But he couldn’t hold me together, and I couldn’t be his penance.

Loss is a phantom limb. No one can see it, but the ache torments you in the night, distracts you during the day, and leaves you fragmented. I’m half a heart, half a soul, and nothing could cure the pieces he’d left behind.

Losing him was safer than loving him. Because the love that kept us coming back again and again was nothing short of madness.

But then, isn't mad love the most honest?


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About the Author


Whitney Barbetti is really, truly awful at writing in the third person, so we're just going to change this bio up a bit and write it as first person.
I am married with two boys. When I'm not changing diapers or cutting food into tiny bites, I escape to Starbucks for hours. My blood pressure actually drops the moment I walk in, hear the baristas call my name, and inhale the aroma of coffee beans. And I don't even like coffee.

I love music and have a playlist for everything. Queen is my very favorite.

I like watching creepy shows when I am home alone but then I instantly regret them once my mind starts breeding irrational fears. I try to channel my fears into my books as a way to cope.

I have about 20 bacon things in my fridge.


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Tuesday, April 24, 2018

Blog Tour: the Hardest Fall by Ella Maise

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The Hardest Fall, an all new tantalizing contemporary romance by Ella Maise is NOW LIVE!
The first time you meet someone, you make eye contact. You smile, say hello. Should be simple, if you’re anyone but me. The first time I met Dylan Reed, I found myself making eye contact with a different part of his body. You see, I’m very good at being shy, not to mention extremely well-versed in rambling nonsense and, unfortunately, rather highly skilled at making a fool of myself in front of a guy I’m attracted to.
At the time, I knew nothing about him and thought none of what I said would matter since I’d never speak to him again. Turns out, I was very wrong. He was the star wide receiver of the football team, one of the few players expected to make it into the NFL, and I ended up seeing him all over campus.
I might have also propositioned him, run away from him, attacked him with a cooking utensil…and…uh, maybe I shouldn’t tell you all of it. It’s pretty normal stuff, things you’d expect…from me. Eventually, the time came when I couldn’t hide anymore—not that he’d have let me even if I tried.
Before now, he never knew I was secretly watching him. Now that we see each other every day, he knows when I have a hard time looking away. It doesn’t help that I’m not the most subtle person in the world either.
He smiles at me and tells me he finds me fascinating because of my quirks. I can’t even tell him that I think my heart beats differently whenever he’s around.
He thinks we’re going to be best friends. I think I have a big thing for him, and the more I get to know him, the more I don’t care that I’m not allowed to be his friend, let alone fall for him.
The thing is, that’s exactly what I’m doing—what we’re doing, I think.
Falling.
Hard.



4 stars
Review by Lisa Kane

The Hardest Fall CoverDylan Reed first lays eyes on Zoe Clarke while he’s answering nature’s call. They’re at a party, Dylan is in the bathroom and Zoe barges in while he has a certain part of his anatomy in his hand. She’s mortified, he’s amused. Zoe is quirky and more than a little shy. It takes her forever to explain that she doesn’t know who he is, but she’s been pressured into getting a kiss from him from her friends. (he’s a big deal at their college-he’s headed for the NFL and is just about on every female’s radar. She leaves and disappears in the crowd before he can get her name. 

“At this point? If I’m being honest, I really don’t know. Thank you for talking to me? For not kicking me out? For letting me see your penis? 

Fast forward a year and they have another socially awkward moment. Dylan remembers Zoe –he calls her Flash since she’s always disappearing on him. 

“I mean, it’s crowded, and you proved you’re fast, I’ll give you that, but I’m pretty good on my feet, and this time, now that I know what to look out, I’ll catch you no problem.”

Fast forward another year and Dylan is in a relationship. Things are about to go boom. He ends up moving to an apartment that his coach rents. Guess who’s also staying there? Zoe and Dylan couldn’t be more different if they tried. Zoe is painfully shy and retreats at every confrontation. Dylan is outgoing and has no problem fitting in to any situation. Too many people want a piece of him, they know he is destined for great things, and he rarely has any peace. Zoe, for some reason, brings him calm. They may not know it, but they are exactly what the other needs.

“Okay, don’t freakout, but I’m falling so hard, Dylan Reed-complete free fall. I’ll probably land pretty soon, too.” 

There’s more going on in this story than the relationship between Zoe and Dylan. But I do like drama. The beginning of this story moved a little slower than I would have liked, but once they are living in the same apartment. Can a reserved, quiet girl fit into the loud colorful world of the guy about to make his mark in the professional sports world?

He was the dream, the one you always wanted to end up with, the other half of your soul, if you believed in that kind of thing.

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I stopped speaking when Dylan’s gloved hand—his huge gloved hand—cupped my cheek and gently tilted my face up. The world around me slowed down, and I stood still. I swear to you, I watched his eyes roam my face in slow motion.
“I like having your eyes on me, Zoe.”
I managed to force a nervous smile. His thumb moved on my cheek, rendering me…basically completely helpless.
Forgetting myself, forgetting where we were, I whispered, “I like watching you.”
His tongue peeked out and touched his lower lip. “I know.”
Oh, Dylan, why did you do that?
“I meant I like watching you—liked watching you play tonight. I didn’t mean it to sound like I like watching you when you’re not playing. I definitely wouldn’t watch you if you were just standing there, or I don’t know…I wouldn’t watch you when you’re working out, and I would never watch you if you were—”
“You know why I like watching you?”
The question shut me up pretty quickly, which was probably for the best; who knew what else I would spew out.
“Because I can’t take my eyes away from you. Everything else…it all disappears, and…”
And… And…
“And?”
I tried my best not to look eager for his answer—or let’s say not too eager, because there was no way he couldn’t tell I was very interested and invested in hearing what he was about to say.
He let out a heavy breath and decided not to finish that particular sentence. I’d seen it in his eyes, a slight change, there and gone.
Goddammit!
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About Ella
I’m a big dreamer. And that’s how it all started for me, really. Reading and dreaming. I love nothing more than to escape real life to find those very few magical moments in a book. I love how it has the power of stealing your worries away, putting a smile on your face even when smiling is the last thing on your mind. Crushing on fictional characters is also another bonus. Through my words, if I can manage to make even one-person smile, it means I’ve done my job well.
Writing became my world and I can’t imagine myself doing anything other than creating new characters and telling their stories. You know how some things simply makes your heart burst with happiness? A really good book, a puppy, hugging someone you’ve been missing like crazy? That’s what writing does to me. And all the hard work, all the sleepless nights, all the anxiety that comes with publishing…everything is worth it at the end.
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Blog Tour: The Real by Kate Stewart


We're celebrating the release of THE REAL by Kate Stewart!


Contemporary Romance
Stand Alone


Blurb:

They say it happens when you least expect it.



It did for me.



It started the moment I saw the simple message pop up on my computer screen:



Cameron’s Mac: Hi.



And when I met the eyes of the gorgeous man messaging me from across the coffee shop, I never thought my reply would lead to the most intense, sexual, and passionate relationship of my life.



We both agreed to check our bags at the door and put our future hopes and aspirations on the table.



It worked.



I fell in love with his no holds barred attitude, sexy smirk, and undeniably good heart . . . and for a while we forgot about our baggage. We happily tripped over it to get to the other, neither of us willing to show the contents of our pasts in the off chance it could ruin us.



We built our love on a foundation of gray.



It was life in black and white that threatened to tear us apart.





5 Stars
Review by Jen Skewes

The Real tells the story of two people who are both broken from their pasts.  Cam and Abbie meet in such a different way, only communicating with each other via computer, even though they can see each other.  But in order for Abbie to get to know Cam this is the way she needs for it to be.  Cam just wants to know the beautiful girl that he meets in the café, so he has no issues doing it her way.  They agree to leave their pasts behind and only talk about the future.  At some point, they stop hiding behind the computer screen and start to go out with each other and eventually they find themselves in a relationship and both falling very hard.  But as I mentioned above, they both have a past.  And at some point their truths will come out.  And when they finally do will it completely break them or bring them closer together?

I am not going to go into any more detail regarding this story because you just need to dive in blind and experience it for yourself.  For me I loved these two characters so much.  Cam is certainly swoon worthy, all though at one point I wasn’t sure if I wanted to punch him or hug him.  Does he make mistakes?  Yes, of course he does.  But when you dig deeper and really see his reasons, and why he held onto his secret and what he has been through, you really begin to understand him and feel for him.  The fact that he has his flaws and it not perfect is what makes you love him even more. 

Abbie is this girl who has her own past and fears.  And while getting to know Cam was originally very scary for her, she pushed aside those fears and insecurities, with the help of her amazing best friend, and did it.  I loved how she connected with Cam.  I loved how they met and from that moment that they began their fun and witty banter, you just felt their connection immediately.  The pace in which they took their relationship was perfect and really helped the reader get to know the two of them as they did.  From the moment they met I knew they were meant to be together, they just had to get through some hurdles to get there.  

I have been reading Kate Stewart’s books from the very beginning.  Honestly when I read the first book that she released, it wasn’t really for me.  I had a hard time connecting to the book and characters.  But Ms. Stewart understood and when her next book came out she asked me to read it.  So I did.  I loved it and gave it 4 stars.  But she wasn’t done with me yet.  lol  She told me that one day she would write a book that I would give five stars and she was not giving up on me.  All I can say is that this is not the first 5 star book that I have given her.  My point of this story is that I have loved watching Kate grow as an author, and completely shine.  I have read just about all of her books and with each one they just keep getting better and better.  She has managed to blow me away on more than one occasion.  And the biggest point is that this woman can write!!!  She can write humor and witt that will make you swoon and smile.  She can write dark and erotic stories, with twists that will shock you.  And she knows how to do drama and angst and make you feel it all!! And she proved once again why I lover her writing and why she is an amazing writer.   

The Real starts out with fun and witty banter that I love from Ms. Stewart.  But it’s not just all fun and games.  No, this book is also emotional and raw, to the point that there were moments where I felt my heart in my throat.  I felt every emotion that Cam and Abbie went through, as if it was me going through it.   Ms. Stewart touched on a topic that most authors have not touched upon, at least any that I have seen.  It is a topic that is very real and occurring in the world today.  She handled it perfectly and I applaud her for even going there.  This book is so real, and emotional and raw.  There are moments where you will completely swoon and your heart will just melt.  You will be happy and loving these two characters together until that moment where it all changes.  And you find yourself holding your breath until the very last moment, when you know or at least hope that everything will be ok.  It was a ride filled with many emotions but one that I will take over and over again.  If you read one book by this author, make it this one.    And then when you are done read Drive J  A beautiful story and one of my top rea













EXCERPT:

Cameron’s Mac: Hi.

I looked above my laptop and took a deep breath before I accepted his invitation.



Abbie’s Mac: Hi.

Abbie, he’s going to wear your skin! I tried to ignore my inner voice.



Cameron’s Mac: I saw you with the homeless guy.

Abbie’s Mac: Ok?

He took a sip out of his Real Men Love Pomeranians mug and shrugged before he typed.



Cameron’s Mac: So, that was nice of you. Most people in the city just walk on by.

Abbie’s Mac: Oh. Most people do walk past Bennie. But he’s different and I’m not most people.

He lifted a brow and bit his lip.



Cameron’s Mac: I see that.

Cameron’s Mac: Want to have your next cup with me?


Say yes, say yes! It’s only coffee!

Abbie’s Mac: No, thank you.

You idiot.

His brows drew tight with his frown.



Cameron’s Mac: Sure? How about some breakfast?

My pulse raced with the memory of my last reaction to that type of attention and the consequences, and I answered without another thought.



Abbie’s Mac: No, thanks.

His chuckle was deep and covered me, even across the space between us. He bit his full bottom lip as he typed, his smirk still intact.



Fuck. Me. Damn it, Abbie!

Cameron’s Mac: Well, I guess today is not my day.

Abbie’s Mac: That’s all you’ve got?


I had no clue why I sent that message . . . why I was bothered that he didn’t try harder. Just that fucking smirk. It was sexy as hell.



He read my message and shrugged as he typed.



Cameron’s Mac: You seem to enjoy coffee. I don’t have an agenda. You’re beautiful, I noticed. I wanted to drink coffee with you. You said no. I’m going to scrape up the rest of my pride now and head out.

He closed his laptop and stood while I deflated. Damn it. He was being nice. Since when are guys just . . . nice?



Am I a man hater? Have I become that woman?

I spoke up as he slipped his computer into a worn leather bag.



“I’m sorry,” I offered in quick apology. “I was expecting some horrible line or screwed up proposition. The web, messaging, anything that has to do with technology has been hazardous for me. I’ve seen enough unsolicited dick pics for a lifetime. I was just being cautious.” And that was the truth. But I’d said it aloud in verbal vomit. Did I really say “dick pics” out loud?



He chuckled again as he looked down at me from where he stood, then grinned.



“Today isn’t the right day.” The husky baritone of his voice matched the silky hue of his eyes, which seemed to darken as he looked me over.



“No?” I asked in a whisper as I sized up his six-foot-plus frame and imagined the possibilities.



“No,” he said. “Maybe we can not have coffee again sometime?”



He’d tapped out with a simple ‘no’ from me. He couldn’t have been that interested in the first place.



I couldn’t deny the disappointment welling up in my ovaries.



Okay.” I lifted the last syllable when he didn’t press further.



Cameron pulled out his wallet and set some money on his table then walked over to mine and did the same.



“At least let me buy your next cup.”



After setting the bills down, he stood over me briefly and I caught his scent—purely masculine. I inhaled as much as I could without being obvious. He didn’t smell like a psycho.



Cameron picked up his man–bag while I pictured running my fingers through his messy, inches thick, dark-brown hair.



Don’t let him leave. Tell him you aren’t that big of a bitch. But that would seem desperate. You aren’t desperate. But you are horny. Omg, are you horny??

As if reading my thoughts, I caught another flash of his teeth and had to bite my cheek to keep my reaction in check.



“I’ll see you.”



“Yeah, see you. And thanks,” I said to his retreating back, an octave louder than necessary. “For the coffee,” I added. Outside the window, Cameron bent and exchanged words with Bennie before sticking some cash in his hand.



Well, Abbie. Guess you’ll just have to wait until the next time you roll out of bed and a beautiful man hits on you. Should happen again, you IDIOT!

Once again, my hesitance had cost me. And I couldn’t help but feel like this time it cost me big.



Sagging into my seat, I continued to stare in his direction, watching those broad shoulders walk out of my life.







About the Author:

Kate Stewart lives in Charleston, S.C. with her husband, Nick, and her naughty beagle, Sadie. A native of Dallas, Kate moved to Charleston three weeks after her first visit, dropping her career of 8 years, and declaring it her creative muse. Kate pens messy, sexy, angst-filled contemporary romance as well as romantic comedy and erotic suspense because it's what she loves as a reader. A lover of all things '80s and '90s, especially John Hughes films and rap, she dabbles a little in photography, can knit a simple stitch scarf for necessity only and does a horrible job of playing the ukulele. Aside from running a mile without collapsing, traveling is the only other must on her bucket list. On occasion, she does very well at vodka.


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Monday, April 23, 2018

Release Blitz: Sergio by Natasha Knight














I’m the first-born son of the mafia king. The favorite. Destined to rule, I’m a dangerous man, a ruthless one. But in my world, you have to be.

Then Natalie stumbles into my life. Wrong place. Wrong time.

Twice, fate put her in my path.
Twice, fate placed the innocent lamb at the mercy of the monster.

I gave her a chance to walk away. Told her it would be better for her if she did.
But she didn’t listen.
And now it’s too late.
Because I’m not good. I never wanted to be. And I won’t let her go anymore. See, I’m not the hero. When I touch her, it’s with dirty hands.

I know my reckoning is coming though. I know I’ll burn for the things I’ve done, the sins I’ve committed. And I don’t deny hell is where I belong, but I want my time first. I want my time with her.

She’s mine.
Forever.
No matter what.



Author’s Note: Sergio: a Dark Mafia Romance is an intensely emotional, steamy and dark standalone romance set in the Benedetti Brothers Mafia world. Be prepared: this is not a traditional romance.



Sergio’s POV




I go straight into my study when I get home. Even though I’m alone, I close the door out of habit. I sit with just the lamp on the desk turned on and I look at the photos. I scroll through each one. Study her face in them. I see her anger. Her fear. Her humiliation. I see it in that order. I study more too. More of her. And my dick’s hard.
“I wasn’t ever going to talk.”
I knew that. I knew it all along. She’s right. I am a pervert. Sick. Only a sick person would do this, would violate an innocent like this. It wasn’t necessary to do what I did. I just wanted to.
But I came to terms with this darker part of me a long time ago. And I’m not psychoanalyzing it now.
The last picture, the one with my hand on her hip, has my attention. The Benedetti family ring is prominent on my finger, my hand big, masculine and rough on her softly curving hip. It’s not even the gleaming pink of her pussy that’s got my eye. It’s how she’s looking at me. Watching me with those dark eyes through that veil of hair. Like she’s seeing me. Really seeing me.
I stare at them. I can’t look away. What I see, it’s not what I expect. Not hate. Not even fear. Something else. It has me curious. It’s almost as if there’s something familiar about her.
I can still smell her if I try. Was she aroused or is that just my sick brain at work? Making something up that wasn’t there. I wonder if she’s thinking about it now. If she’s lying in bed with her fingers between her legs remembering my hands on her. My eyes on her. She’d hate herself for it, I know.
I scroll back to the first image. The one of her sitting on the floor, knees pulled up, hands covering as much of herself as she can. Her chin is bowed into her chest, her hair like a curtain hiding her face from me. But if I look close, I see her accusing eyes through that fall of hair.
There’s something about this girl that I can’t put my finger on. Something that’s got me thinking about her long after I should forget.
“Insurance,” I say to myself, standing. I turn on the printer and send all the photos to it. Listen to the slow hum and buzz as each one prints. Watch Natalie’s face as each slowly slides out, stacks on top of the last. When they’ve all printed, I put them in a locked drawer of my desk before going upstairs to jerk off.






















































USA Today bestselling author of contemporary romance, Natasha Knight specializes in dark, tortured heroes. Happily-Ever-Afters are guaranteed, but she likes to put her characters through hell to get them there. She’s evil like that.



















Blog Tour: Birthday Girl by Penelope Douglas





Title: Birthday Girl
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Author: Penelope Douglas
Release Date: April 17, 2018




Synopsis:


JORDAN
He took me in when I had nowhere else to go.

He doesn’t use me, hurt me, or forget about me. He doesn’t treat me like I’m nothing, take me for granted, or make me feel unsafe.

He remembers me, laughs with me, and looks at me. He listens to me, protects me, and sees me. I can feel his eyes on me over the breakfast table, and my heart pumps so hard when I hear him pull in the driveway after work.

I have to stop this. It can’t happen.

My sister once told me there are no good men, and if you find one, he’s probably unavailable.

Only Pike Lawson isn’t the unavailable one.

I am.


PIKE
I took her in, because I thought I was helping.

She’d cook a few meals and clean up a little. It was an easy arrangement.

As the days go by, though, it’s becoming anything but easy. I have to stop my mind from drifting to her and stop holding my breath every time I bump into her in the house. I can’t touch her, and I shouldn’t want to.

The more I find my path crossing hers, though, the more she’s becoming a part of me.

But we’re not free to give into this. She’s nineteen, and I’m thirty-eight.

And her boyfriend’s father.

Unfortunately, they both just moved into my house.


*BIRTHDAY GIRL is a stand-alone, contemporary romance suitable for ages 18+.






5 stars
Review by Lisa Kane

Jordan is finished work and trying to get a hold of her boyfriend, Cole. It’s her birthday, and she’s stranded without a ride home. She decides to go to the movies and kill some time until Cole can pick her up. There’s some spilled wine (don’t ask!) and seat changes and a douchebag ex sighting and she ends up next to a hot older guy. They strike up a convo. Jordan almost wishes that she could have gotten to know him a little better; he was witty and interesting and easy on the eyes. 

So in a twist of fate, turns out that hot older guy is her boyfriend’s father. Cole has gotten into some trouble and he and Jordan need a place to live pronto and dear old dad comes to the rescue. 

“You’re boyfriend’s name is Cole?” the man from the theater asks. “Cole Lawson?”

I turn around to see him slowly walking back toward me.

“Yeah, I say. “You know him?”

He hesitates for a moment as if coming to terms with something, and then he holds out his hand, finally introducing himself. “I’m Pike. Pike Lawson.”

Lawson?

He pauses a moment and then adds, “His father.” 

Things with Cole are complicated, he’s 19 like Jordan and he has no idea what he wants to do with his life. But he and Jordan have been friends forever and even though their romantic relationship leaves lots to be desired, he has always been Jordan’s rock. 

Complicated quickly turns into real complicated. There’s something between Jordan and Pike…if it wasn’t for that little fact that he is Cole’s father. The whole time I was reading Birthday Girl I was just waiting for things to go Boom! Cole is a good guy, he’s just a little lost. Pike is a good guy, but he’s her boyfriend’s father. Not to mention he’s twice her age. How delicious is this triangle? 

This is Penelope Douglas, expect angst and steam and yep lots of heartbreak. Really, can it get any better than this? 

“Baby,” he whispers, his hands shaking. “I hope you love me, because I love you like crazy, and I’m going to want you the rest of my life.” 






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Excerpt:


Jordan is working at a bar, and Pike comes in to meet friends.
PIKE

“What the hell is she wearing?” I grumble, sliding into the booth.

Dutch turns his head toward me, his drink inches from his lips. “It’s the lingerie show,” he tells me. “They have it every Thursday night. The bartenders and servers don nighties or corsets and serve drinks and food. It’s fun.”

No, not really.

But I look around and see a few other ladies carrying out appetizers and bringing drinks, some of them in very thin attire. At least Jordan’s corset looks as thin as armor.

“But Jordan’s never done it before,” he goes on. “That’s what shocked me. Thought you should know.”

“Why the fuck would I want to know?” I pull a beer out of the ice bucket on the table.

“Yeah, sorry.” He turns away, mumbling into his glass, “You seem like you couldn’t care less.”

I shoot him a sideways look, hearing the laughter in his words.

Sticking the beer back in the bucket, untouched, I rise and head to the bar. I hear a snort behind me, but I don’t care. She’s kind of my responsibility, and I don’t want her doing things like this, because she thinks she needs money.

There’s only one bartender besides Jordan. The owner, Shel. I’m sure she hasn’t forgotten me, so I veer to the opposite end and catch Jordan’s attention as she pops the tops from a line of six bottles of beer.

“What the hell are you wearing?” I lean in, speaking as quietly as I can.

She jerks her head toward me, meets my eyes, and quickly turns away again like I’m the last person she wants to deal with right now.

She hands over the beers, collects the cash and spins around, punching the screen in front of her. “It’s fine,” she assures me. “It’s just a corset, Pike.”

“They are all looking at you.”

She nods, smiling sarcastically. “That’s the point.”

“Jordan,” I sigh, trying to whisper as I squeeze around some old dude at the bar. “This is a small town. What if your father were to walk in?”

“He doesn’t come in here,” she says, closing the register drawer and finally looking at me. “And neither do you, normally.” A blush crosses her cheeks. “Besides, I’m not stupid. I wouldn’t take part in something I thought would humiliate me.”

She turns and hands the change back to the customer, but he waves her off, letting her keep it. She smiles and turns back around, dropping the bills into an already overflowing canister.

“What are you even doing here?” she says, starting to mix another drink. “I thought you were sitting the bachelor party out, because…” She sets the bottle down and does air quotes as she imitates my growling voice, “‘there needed to be at least one sober person at work tomorrow’.”

I arch a brow at her. I don’t sound like that.

Reaching into my pocket, I pull out the flyer and push it over the bar at her.

She stills, and her face goes ashen. “Where did you find that?”

She grabs it and dumps it somewhere under her. To a trash can probably.

Taking a napkin, she sets it in front of a customer and gives him the fresh drink she just made.

“If you need money,” I tell her, “I’ll lend you whatever you need, okay?”

And she stops, slowly turning her eyes on me. Her gaze sharpens, angry, and she looks like she wants to yell at me, but she doesn’t. Instead she whips around and barrels down the bar and through the partition, turning only enough to crook a finger at me before she twirls back around and heads down the hallway.

My stomach sinks. I really don’t mean to piss her off as much as I do. What did I say now?

Veering through the crowd, I make my way down the empty hallway, finally coming to the same room she was crying in when I pissed her off the last time.

Entering through the open door, I see her standing with her hands on her hips and her head cocked at me.

“I would rather eat from a dumpster than take money from you,” she bites out.

I should shut up. But God help me, I can’t. “Hate to break it to you, but you already do,” I tell her. “You live in a house where you pay no rent or utilities, young lady.”

“I cook and clean for you!” she shouts, but I doubt anyone can hear us back here and through the music. “I pay my way, you arrogant prick!”

“Alright, alright,” I growl, blinking long and hard. “You’re right, okay? But, Jordan, men will get ideas. They’ll think they have a free pass and they can touch what belongs to my son. You’re embarrassing him.”

“Your son?” she mocks, laughing. “Well, you just missed him, actually. He already saw me, and he doesn’t care, Pike. He thought I looked good, and then he left with his friends. He doesn’t care!”

“Well, I care!”

The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them, and I freeze, almost too afraid to breathe.

Oh, shit. What did I just say?







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Release Blitz: Execution by Lucia Franco

Title: Execution
Series: Off Balance #2
Author: Lucia Franco
Genre: Forbidden Romance Over 18 years
Publication Date: April 23, 2018


The move to World Cup Academy of Gymnastics is the greatest challenge Adrianna has encountered. Punished for Coach Kova's overwhelming desires, she's reeling with resentment while she sits out the first meet of the season. As Adrianna fights to regain her focus, he pushes her body to the extreme, leaving her mentally and physically exhausted.

Kova underestimates Adrianna's endurance, and gravitates more toward her, despite his internal battle raging within to stay away. They try to disentangle themselves, but the tension between coach and gymnast mounts, engulfing them both in a forbidden world of deception and passion.

The one place where they should never feel alive, is where they find complete absolution. But one slip, one wrong landing, a missed grip, and everything they built can come tumbling down, damaging both their professional and personal lives.




5 Stars
Review by Jen Skewes

Wow!!  Lucia Franco what in world did you just do to me?  My God, woman you just put me through one heck of a roller coaster ride.  But I LOVED it!!!  I am not even sure that I have the words to describe what this book did to me.   I have waited a long time for this book and it was completely worth it.  The emotions that I felt while reading this book, the ups and downs, the heart break, the angst, the drama, and the passion between Kova and Ria was worth every minute that I waited for Execution!!

Execution picks up right where we let off.  Kova has taken Ria out of the competition for reasons that make him seem like a complete jerk.  Hayden has found out about their relationship and right now everything is one big mess.  Will Hayden be able to keep their secret?  What will happen with Kova and Ria?  Is that woman that we all despise still in the picture?  I am sure you have all the questions that I had.  But truthfully going into any detail about what happens in this book will completely ruin the experience.  Just go in blind and experience this ride for yourself. 

This series is about a taboo romance, not only is Kova her gymnastics coach but he is a lot older than her.  This is the epitome of taboo.  Now I have a daughter and if I found out she was sleeping with her coach who was also ten plus years older than her, the guy would be dead.  But, and I have said this in my review of Balance, when it came to Ria and Kova I did not care how wrong it was.  Everything about them just felt so right.  When they are together you feel every bit of passion between the two of them.  I felt how deeply they cared for each other.  I felt that what was between them was so much more than sex, what they had went so much deeper than that.

Kova is a complicated man, and a man of a few emotions.  But with Ria he was different.  I think I fell for this man even more in this book.  I didn’t see him as this older man who was taking advantage of , no, I saw a man who felt something for this girl that he hasn’t felt.  I saw a man who loved her even if he could never admit it.  A man who needed her in a way he hasn’t needed anyone.  A man who struggled so much with the guilt he felt for being with her.  He knew it was wrong but when he was with her it all felt so right. 

Ria is young and maybe a little naïve at times, but at the same time she is more mature that some girls are at her age.  What she felt towards Kova was not teenage lust for an older man whom she was attracted to.   For Ria, this was real.  She needed Kova in so many ways.  I think they both needed each other. 

Never once during this book did I feel like this was wrong.  And yes deep down I know it is wrong for so many reasons.  But when the two of them are together you just forget how wrong it is because you feel what they have and it is both beautiful and heart breaking at the same time.  The fact that I can feel this way about their relationship just speaks volumes about how brilliant of a writer Lucia Franco is.  This book was everything!!!

Execution is a long book, and I may have taken a little longer to read it than I normally would but I think I wanted to take my time and savor every moment. At times I was so afraid of what would happen next, I felt like I held my breath the entire time.  And therefore needed to take a breath at times and step away, but only for a few moments because at the same time I did not want to let go.  This book is full of drama and angst.  It put my heart through the wringer more than once.  I cried, I smiled, I felt every but of passion, love and pain with these characters. While I felt like I held my breath the entire time, when it was over my heart was in my throat.  The next morning I still could not get this book out of my head and still felt the emotion of how this book left me.  This will be one heck of a book hangover that I am not sure when it will end.  It was a roller coaster ride filled with twists and turns, ups and down, emotions all over the place, but so worth every minute. I am so nervous to see what will happen next but cannot wait.  I will be patiently waiting!!!! 






"Tighten up, Adrianna. Squeeze your thighs and butt. Everything needs to be firm so you do not sway. The tighter you hold yourself, the less you fall. You cannot loosen for one second. I do not want to see anything jiggle on you. Keep your focus." He paused. "By the way, your mother gave me a ring yesterday. Such a lovely woman she is. So caring of her daughter."
I stopped and looked down at him, letting out a gush of air I hadn't realized I was holding.
"Uh huh. Start over."
I ignored him. I couldn't believe Mom called him. "What did she say?"
"Start over."
"What did she say, Kova?" I pushed, snapping at him. I probably looked like a psycho to him, but he held firm and wouldn't speak until I started up again. I huffed under my breath and jumped. Typical Kova. He always had to get his way. My coach was an exasperating man.
"Just that she wanted to know how her precious daughter was doing. I told her you were getting there but still had a long way to go."
I lowered my eyelids. "Of course you did. What else?"
"She said she was concerned about your diet and wanted to make sure you were eating nutritious meals. She mentioned when you went home for the holidays you let go and ate everything in sight. She wanted to make sure you are not still on that same path. Something about you had to buy new clothes because your old ones did not fit."
My heartbeat sped up, and my lips parted. The animosity in her words rang like a siren in my head of things she'd said to me that I did wrong in her eyes. Moisture beaded above my top lip. I gripped the jump rope handles tighter, my skin burning against the plastic. I jumped faster and harder.
Kova was still speaking but I only caught the tail end of a few words. I wasn't processing any of it; all I could focus on was the fact that my mom had called him and fabricated lies and he listened like a good little sheep. She took vindictive to a whole new level and I had to wonder why she was trying in vain to sabotage my gymnastics career. She wanted to ruin me for the sake of ruining me. It was the only plausible reason I could come up with and a side of her I hadn't yet seen. I was her daughter, she was my mother. I didn't understand her attitude toward me.
A prickling sting deflated my chest and my breathing grew strenuous. I slowed down until I stopped completely. My arms dropped to my sides, and I stood with one foot positioned slightly in front of the other, staring in a blank trance at nothing but feeling everything.
A muffled cry burst from my lips and I threw the rope to the floor. Kova jerked back. Tears filled my eyes and my heart ached, not because I was sad, I was, but more so because I was so irate and filled with resentment that my own mother would purposely set out to hurt me. I hopped down, formed a fist, and dropped it down on the balance beam as hard as I could. I shoved at the side of it trying to push it over, shoving my weight against it, which could never happen. It was too heavy, but it felt good fighting against something.
"God! I hate her! Hate her with a passion!"
"Hey," Kova said softly, coming up behind me, but I couldn't stop.
"I can't stand her! No matter what I do, it's never enough. I never over ate anything, and I bought new clothes because I lost weight. Because we had stupid parties she forced me to attend. She is such a liar." I kept my back to Kova so he wouldn't see the tears in my eyes. "And you played right into it, making me sound like I'm hopeless, like an amateur who still needs years of work, and even that might not be enough. You gave her exactly what she wanted and she fed off that, I know she did. She has it out for me, always has, always will. Nothing I do will be right for her."
A fat tear slipped from the corner of my eye, and I walked away. I didn't take more than a few steps when Kova clutched my arm in his hand.
"Stop," he said gently. "Ria, I told her you still had a way to go because the truth is I am not ready to let you go yet."
I didn't know how to respond to that.
"Just give me a few minutes, Kova." I yanked my arm away and pushed at his chest. "I'll be right back."
Kova grabbed my wrist. "Stop. Listen to me."
I shook my head. "Please, just let me be for a sec and I'll be fine."
"Adrianna."
"Kova! Just leave me alone!" I screamed.
But he didn’t. Kova pulled me to his chest and I immediately fought against him.
"Get it out," he said. I shoved at him and cried harder, giving him everything I could. I hated that he was doing this to me and appreciated it at the same time. "Fight harder, hit me if you have to, just get it out." I struggled between crying and shoving, but Kova didn’t let go, and something in me cracked.
My efforts slowed, and I covered my face and let the tears flow. I poured everything out against his chest. Everything I held in over the past year. From my mom and her backhanded compliments, to the rigorous training I demanded of my body, to the illicit affair I had with my coach. I cried over everything, and he let me.
"Shhh… just let it out," Kova said, rubbing soothing circles on my back. "It is okay."
When my cries and hiccups subsided, I sniffled and expelled a huge breath. I felt like a burden had been lifted from my shoulders and I could breathe again.
Stepping back, Kova tried to lift my chin, but I kept my gaze cemented to the floor. I was too embarrassed. I didn't like crying to begin with, and I sure as shit didn't want to show him my tears. Tears showed weakness, and I wasn't weak.
He tried to lift my chin again, and when I didn’t budge, he sighed and got down on one knee so he was eye level with me.
"Jerk." A sad chuckle escaped my lips. "You always find a way to get what you want."









A competitive athlete for over ten years, Lucia Franco currently resides in sunny South Florida with her husband and two boys. Paranormal romance was her first love, but she has a soft spot in her heart for small-town and reunion romance stories.

When Lucia is not hard at work on her next novel, you can find her relaxing with her toes in the sand at a nearby beach.

Find out more about Lucia at authorluciafranco.com. Make sure to join her newsletter to receive exclusive updates and more!



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