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Monday, January 21, 2019

Pre-Order Blitz (Give Me Books): Kings of Mayhem by Penny Dee







Title: Kings of Mayhem

Series: Kings of Mayhem MC #1
Author: Penny Dee
Genre: MC Romance/Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 28, 2019




Blurb


When
a King loves
He
loves hard

CADE
I’ve loved her since we were five years old.
We grew up side by side.
Two kids tied together by the Kings of Mayhem
Motorcycle Club.
But I broke us.
I broke her.
So, she fled.
Now she’s back after twelve long years.
And I’m going to show her all the reasons why
we should be together and make her forget all the reasons why we shouldn’t.



INDY
I’m back in town but only because I have to
be.
I’m here to help my mom bury my father.
And the sooner we get it done, the better.
Because I want to see Cade as much as I want a
hole in the head.
He broke me once—no, he broke my everything—
and I’ll be damned if I’ll let him do it again.
Get in and get out. That is the plan.
But you know what they say about best-laid
plans.










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Excerpt


CADE
I heard her
as soon as I entered the building.
“It’s a
classic, sonny boy, and you don’t fuck with the classics.  Do you hear me? Or has that combover blocked
your ears?”
I couldn’t
help but grin. The voice belonged to Sybil Calley, my formidable, charismatic
grandmother. Seventy-something-years old, she was a force to be reckoned with
and very rarely backed down in an argument. Any poor soul who took her on was
in for a fierce fight, and by the sounds of it, Tito was about to feel the full
force of hurricane Sybil.
“It’s
blasphemy! That’s what it is. Blasphemy! Why, I bet Deborah Kerr is rolling in
her grave, God rest her beautiful soul. How dare you stain such a beautiful
story with your weirdness, you rude little boy!”
As I
rounded the corner, Sybil and Tito came into view. Tito was standing with his
back to the wall with his arms in the air, while my formidable grandmother
yelled at him. He looked terrified.
“Grandma
Calley,” I interrupted, trying to contain my grin. Seeing me walk in, Tito
looked relieved and relaxed his arms.
Sybil
wasted no time in getting straight to the point. She held up a DVD so I could
see the cover. “Did you know about this?”
I took it
from her and couldn’t help but grin at the cover. Pure spank bank bullshit that sells. But definitely not what you
wanted your grandmother looking at in front of you.
“How on
Earth did you even know about it?” I asked.
“I might be
edging close to buying the farm, Cade, but I’m not quite dead yet. You know I
like to keep my finger on the pulse. It’s Tuesday, and I know you drop into
this pit of despair on Tuesdays, so I came down to speak with you.” She gave Tito
a withering look. “Ran into this little twerp and found this . . .”
She ripped
the DVD out of my hands and held it up. The cover was a rip-off of An Affair To Remember, except it was
titled, An Anus to Remember. Gay
porn. It was a bestseller.
“It’s a
disgrace, Cade. An absolute disgrace.” She pushed the DVD into Tito’s chest.
“You should be ashamed of yourself.”
“Ain’t
nothing wrong with a bit of man-on-man love, Grandma,” I said, trying to
diffuse the situation. Sybil could be unpredictable at times.
“I know
that! Man on man. Woman on woman. I don’t give a goddamn! What I do care about
is taking a classic and turning it into smut. Now that is not right, Cade. Not
right. You don’t fuck with the classics.”
“Cade, this
can’t keep happening,” Tito moaned.
Sybil
turned back to Tito. “I’m seventy-three years old but I ain’t dead yet, sonny.
I’m the original biker queen and I’m still packing as much attitude as I did
back when my old man started the Kings of Mayhem more than fifty years ago. If
you ever mess with one of the classics again and put your perverted stamp all
over it, I will knock you on your ass, do you hear me?”
Again, I
struggled to contain my grin.
Tito,
however, looked unraveled. And he had every cause to be because I had no doubt
Sybil meant what she said. She was a classy lady who never left the house
without taming her bright red hair and putting on a thick coat of red lipstick.
But she was a biker queen first. Tough. Fierce. With a mean right hook.
You didn’t
fuck with Sybil Calley.
Taking pity
on Tito, I slunk an arm around Grandma’s shoulders and guided her toward the
front door.
“Now,
Grandma, you can’t come in here and get up in Tito’s grill about things. Head
Quarters is off limits to MC women, remember?”
That rule
had come about after Sybil had swept through Head Quarters like a hurricane and
upset an entire cast of actresses on the set of a movie we were making called Some Like It Hard. Sybil was a die-hard
Marilyn fan and managed to put the fear in all the actresses who were on set,
leading to a mass walk-out and halting production for three days.
Not that
Sybil paid any attention to rules. She was the original rule breaker. She did
what she wanted, when she wanted. And if it suited her, she’d blame her forgetfulness on her age to get away
with it, despite being sharp as a tack.
She waved
off the mention of the rules.
“If that
little pervert can’t handle a seventy-year-old woman, then he needs to take a
cup of cement and harden the fuck up.” She glanced over her shoulder and narrowed
her eyes at Tito as we were walking away, and muttered, “little pussy.”
I tried not
to laugh because that would only encourage her, so I asked, “Grandma, why are
you here?”
She relaxed
and smiled. “Now, Cade, you know you’re my favorite grandson—”
“You say
that to all your grandsons . . .”
“. . . and
I love you. So I wanted to see how you were feeling about Indy coming home.”
“This isn’t
her home anymore, Grandma. She lives in Seattle now.”
“Thank you,
Captain Obvious. But you know what I mean.” Her face softened as she took my
hand. “I know the affect that girl has on you. I just wanted to make sure…”
“What?”
She smacked
me hard on the arm. “That you’re not going to be an ass about it.”
I couldn’t
help but grin. Good on Grandma Sybil.
“A lot of
water has passed under the bridge, Grandma. I’m not an eighteen-year-old
psychopath anymore.”
Sybil
didn’t look convinced. “You’re a Calley and we’re passionate sonsofbitches.
When we love, we love big, and if that love dies, then we die a big death along
side it. I should know. When your Pappy died, my heart went with him.”
I couldn’t
help but smile at my feisty grandmother.
“I’m sure
Jury wouldn’t like to hear you say that,” I said.
Jury was my
grandma’s sixty-year-old boyfriend.
“Jury isn’t
the love of my life. Your grandpappy was. Jury knows I’m just after his body.”
I raised an
eyebrow at her. “Grandma, there are certain things a grandson should never hear
his grandmother say, and that’s right up there with them.”
She waved
me off. “The body may be old and the reflection in the mirror might be slightly
different, but the mind is still twenty years old. I might not be able to do it
the way I used to but—”
I stuck my
fingers in my ears. “Lalalalalalalalala . . .”
She rolled
her eyes. “Fine. I’ll let you think that I don’t do the things I still did when
I was twenty.”
“Seriously,
Grandma . . .” I begged, pained by the mental images.
Sighing
dramatically, she changed the subject. “Your mom is making dinner for Lady and
Indy. Somehow I was extended an invitation. I assume you’ll be there.”
To say
Sybil and my mom didn’t exactly get along would be an understatement. The civil
unrest had ended years ago, but in its wake was a frosty cold war of mammoth
proportions. Mother-in-law and daughter-in-law didn’t exactly see eye to eye.
I nodded.
“I’m heading over there now.”
“Fine. I’ll
follow you. Lord knows I’ve had my fair share of pussy and cock today.”
I opened
the front door for her and shook my head. “Jesus Christ, Sybil. My ears are
bleeding.”











Early Reviews


“This book
drew me in from the first page and I couldn't put it down.” — Goodreads Review

“Penny Dee
writes some of the hottest sex scenes I’ve ever read.”— Bookarella Blog

“Cade and
Indy’s journey was all kinds of angsty/swoony goodness.”— Goodreads Review

“This story
is gonna grab you hard and not let go until it's ready. This story is full of
angst and redemption! It's going to make you feel ALL THE FEELS!— Goodreads Review

“This book right here.... OMG kept me on my toes. I finished it in one
sitting. The author had me captivated the whole time.”— NetGalley Review






Coming Soon





Releasing February 26, 2019


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Author Bio


Penny Dee
writes contemporary romance about rockstars, bikers, hockey players and
everyone in-between. She believes true love never runs smoothly, and her
characters realize this too, with a boatload of drama and a whole lot of steam.

She found
her happily ever after in Australia where she lives with her husband, daughter
and a dog named Bindi.



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Friday, January 4, 2019

Pre-Order Blitz : Hot Justice by Lynn Raye Harris








Title: HOT Justice
A Hostile Operations Team Series Standalone
Author: Lynn Raye Harris
Genre: Romantic Suspense

Release Date: January 15, 2019





Blurb


She’s searching for justice. He’s searching for
peace.
What they need is each other. They just don’t know
it yet…

Dean “Wolf” Garner is the kind of guy who loves hard and leaves fast.
From the moment he rescues reporter Haylee Jamison in the Guatemalan jungle, he
can’t stop thinking about the dark-haired beauty. His life is too complicated
for romantic entanglements though—and not even a woman like Haylee can convince
him otherwise. 

Haylee wasn’t supposed to be in the drug cartel’s compound, but she was
captured while on a mission of her own: find the trail of fake opioids entering
the US and halt the operation. Back home in DC, Haylee can’t stop thinking
about the gorgeous military operative who rocked her world for one steamy night
before leaving. But when she uncovers a conspiracy and finds herself in danger,
there’s only one man she trusts to keep her safe.

It’s easy for Wolf to risk his life to protect Haylee and give her the
justice she desires. The hard part is taking a chance and admitting what’s in
his heart before it’s too late.

Before he loses the best thing that’s ever happened to him.








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Excerpt

Mexico-Guatamala Border

Dean “Wolf” Garner waited for the jump command. He was
standing nut-to-butt with his teammates, all of them suited up and ready to go.
This was a HAHO jump where they’d fall out of the aircraft one behind the
other, open chutes about fifteen seconds in and then coast for forty miles to
the landing zone. Cade “Saint” Rogers was team lead and he’d be first out the
door. Wolf was second. Echo Squad would stack up behind the leader while they
were airborne and follow Saint’s lead as he guided them using GPS and
landmarks.
The C-130 Hercules doors were open and they’d switched over
to oxygen bottles. HAHO jumps were hell on the body, whether from the
minus-zero wind temps, the lack of oxygen and threat of hypoxia, or the
incredible snap of the harness when the chute deployed. It was a necessary evil
when trying to sneak up on the enemy, though.
They were currently at T-minus two. The PT had cleared them
all to jump and the jumpmaster was about to give the signal.
“You bastards stick with me,” Saint said into their
earpieces. “Let’s go get those hostages and get the fuck out.”
Seconds later, Wolf was free falling into the sky behind
Saint. Wolf deployed his chute, grunting as the harness snapped him hard
against the restraints. Jesus. He was carrying a hundred pounds of gear and
weaponry, which made the experience even more fun.
He sighted in on Saint and lined up. The rest of the team
followed, everyone checking in, and then they were gliding under canopy toward
the LZ.
The sun perched in the sky behind them, sinking quickly
toward the horizon. Everything below was bathed in golden light that faded into
darkness the father east Wolf looked. It was a beautiful sight and he never
took it for granted.
The terrain here was mountainous and green and a river cut
through the landscape, marking the border. This was the area where the Mexican
cartels got their rocket-propelled grenades and grenade launchers as well as
other military-grade equipment they used as they fought each other for
territory. It’d be fine if all they did was kill each other, but unfortunately
civilians often got caught in the crossfire.
Sometimes those civilians were American, and sometimes they
were held for ransom. Like now. A group of dentists and opticians on a mission
to provide services to an impoverished village had been swept up in the raid
and HOT had been tasked with getting them out.
It took twenty minutes, but the team touched down and
shrugged out of their chutes. They buried them, along with the special
jumpsuits and oxygen canisters. Then they slung their M4 rifles across their
chests and started the trek toward the camp where the cartel was holding the
hostages.
HOT had pictures of the camp from drone photography and they
knew the layout and the approximate number of people who guarded it. Echo Squad
wasn’t just there to extract hostages—they were also there to take out the
cartel members who were in the camp. At last count, that had been twenty.
Wolf didn’t feel sorry for the men. They were rough, evil,
nasty men who terrorized innocent civilians. They killed indiscriminately, and
they left messages in the form of headless bodies dangling from bridges and
trees.
No, Wolf had no problem with killing them. It took Echo
another forty minutes to reach the camp. It was dark by then, and the cartel
men were drinking. The hostages were nowhere to be seen, but HOT knew they were
being held in a rough concrete structure in the center of the camp. Ten men and
women from somewhere in Alabama, on a church mission to help the poor. They
were no doubt terrified and probably dehydrated and hungry.
“Like we planned it,” Saint said into their earpieces. The
team split up and fanned out around the camp. Wolf and Noah “Easy” Cross
slipped silently toward their target. They waited for the signal, then glided
toward the men they’d marked. A quick slip of the knife and two cartel members
would never harm anyone again.
A man emerged from the building where the hostages were,
dragging a woman with him. She was small and dark-haired and she fought
mightily. Wolf stiffened as the man thrust her against the side of the building
and dropped his mouth to her neck. She wrenched her head to the side and tried
to hit him but he caught her wrist and pinned her to the wall.
Wolf signaled Easy that this one was his. Easy nodded,
lifting his rifle to provide covering fire if necessary as Wolf crossed the
distance. The cartel members were falling quickly as his teammates took them
out. Soon, Echo would converge on the building.
The woman was fighting hard when Wolf slipped up behind the
man. Before Wolf could grab him, the man grunted and stumbled backward. His
hands dropped to his crotch and Wolf nearly laughed. Smart girl. Brave girl.
He yanked the man back and stabbed him in the kidney,
dropping him to the ground. The woman’s dark eyes widened. She was wearing a
stained white button-down shirt that had been torn open and jeans with tennis
shoes. Her black hair was wild and her skin was golden, and his heart thumped
once before he clamped down on the reaction.
“You’re American?” she asked in a soft southern accent.
“You’ve come to rescue us?”
“Yes,” he told her, turning to place her behind him as he
scanned the camp for any stragglers. Someone shouted in the distance and a shot
rang out.
“Got him,” Jax “Gem” Stone said in Wolf’s ear. “Fucker.”
“Status,” Saint ordered.
“All clear,” Malcolm “Mal” McCoy replied. The rest of Echo
Squad followed suit.
“Let’s get the hostages,” Saint said.
Wolf turned back to the girl, knowing that Easy had his back
and that his teammates were converging on the building to extract the hostages.
“You okay?” he asked, dropping his gaze over her body, back up to her eyes.
Dark, fiery eyes. Angry eyes.
She lifted her chin as she pulled her shirt together. “Yes.
Fine.”
“What’s your name?”
“What’s yours?” she shot back.
Wolf grinned. “Wolf.”
She blinked. “Is that really your name?”
“No, but I like it better than my real name. Which is Dean,
by the way.”
“Dean.” She paused for a moment. Then she thrust out her
hand. “I’m Haylee. Pleased to meet you.”
He took her hand. A sizzle of something electric rolled
through him. “You always so polite in dangerous situations?”
She grinned, and his heart thumped again. “I don’t know.
This is my first kidnapping.”






Author Bio

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Lynn Raye Harris burst onto the scene when she won a writing contest held by Harlequin. A former finalist for the Romance Writers of America's Golden Heart Award and the National Readers Choice Award, Lynn lives in Alabama with her handsome former military husband and two crazy cats. Lynn writes about hot military heroes, sizzling international billionaires, and the women who dare to tame them. Her books have been called "exceptional and emotional," "intense," and "sizzling." To date, Lynn's books have sold over 2 million copies worldwide.



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Wednesday, January 18, 2017

Pre-order Blitz /#Giveaway: Dark Hearts by Micalea Smeltzer








Title: Dark Hearts
Series: Light in the Dark #3
Author: Micalea Smeltzer
Genre: New Adult
Release Date: January 24, 2017




Blurb


I’ve learned that not everything is what it seems. If you start to look too close, you uncover things people don’t want you to see. It’s why I hide. It’s why no one knows the real me. But he sees me. He sees the darkness in my heart but he’s not afraid, because he’s like me. They say opposites attract, but we’re proof that like-and-like are a far more potent combination.

Novalee Clarke is hiding from a past she wants to leave behind, and Jacen Kensington is running from his.
 



The thing about hiding and running is eventually the thing you’re trying to escape catches up to you.



And when it does?

It changes everything.








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Hi. I’m Micalea. Ma-call-e-uh. Weird name, I know. My mom must’ve known I was going to be odd even in the womb. I’ve written a lot of books. Like a lot. Don’t ask me how many, I don’t remember at this point. I have an unhealthy addiction to Diet Coke but I can’t seem to break the habit. I listen to way too much music and hedgehogs have taken over my life. Crazy is the word that best sums up my life, but it’s the good kind of crazy and I wouldn’t change it for anything.



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