Wednesday, February 21, 2018

New Release: The Lion Tamer by Dahlia Donovan

Author: Dahlia Donovan
Title: The Lion Tamer
Series: The Sin Bin, Book 6
Genre: Gay Romance
Release Date: February 20, 2018
Publisher: Hot Tree Publishing
Cover Designer: Claire Smith
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One dominant Marine.
One troubled rugby player.

The Sin Bin will never be the same.

Gray Baird’s to-do list for the year includes starting a restaurant, claiming his submissive, and keeping his nosy friends out of his business. He has his work seriously cut out for him.

Scottie Monk prides himself on bullying his way through problems—and sometimes even people. His life is spiralling out of his control, but he refuses to break. The last thing he expects is to find peace in the confines of submission.

One man will try to tame a lion.

One man will try to heal.

And both men will have to join forces to deal with a toxic family and invasive paparazzi.

The Lion Tamer is book six in Dahlia Donovan's international bestselling gay romance series, The Sin Bin. Each one features hot rugby players and the men who steal their hearts.

It is recommended that readers have read at least The Royal Marine and The Unexpected Santa prior to reading The Lion Tamer.

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The Wanderer
Book 1

The Caretaker
Book 2

The Royal Marine
Book 4

The Unexpected Santa
Book 5
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Dahlia Donovan wrote her first romance series after a crazy dream about shifters and damsels in distress. She prefers irreverent humour and unconventional characters. An autistic and occasional hermit, her life wouldn’t be complete without her husband and her massive collection of books and video games.

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Friday, February 9, 2018


Clairvoyant and Present Danger
by Lena Gregory
Series: Bay Island Psychic Mystery, #3
Genre: Cozy Mystery
Publisher:  Berkley
Release Date: February 6, 2018

A haunting vision reveals a ghostly grave in the latest Bay Island Psychic Mystery from the author of Occult and Battery.

Whoever said that dead men tell no tales has never met Cass Donnovan...

Cass has always relied on her abilities to guide her, but after communications with a ghost land her in the middle of a murder investigation, she has to wonder if her gifts are really more a curse.

Cass knows she is meant to help track down the killer--much to the chagrin of local law enforcement--when the apparition leads her to a dead body on the beach near her psychic shop, Mystical Musings. But the police are not the only ones who wish Cass would stick to reading palms. Someone is trying to scare her off, and it will take all her powers of premonition to catch the killer before Cass herself becomes the next victim...

It was past time to get this guy out of her shop. It didn’t take any kind of psychic powers to feel the negative energy pouring off him in waves. “Okay, then. Why don’t we get started?” She lit a white candle and pushed it to the side of the table, then set the paper and pencils in front of her.

Color readings tended to be calming, and her clients usually left with a sense of peace. Hopefully, it would soothe what she perceived as an undercurrent of violence in the big man. Maybe that’s why Beast took such an instant dislike to him. Couldn’t dogs sense stuff like that?

Without looking, she grabbed a handful of pencils from the basket and placed them beside her. She rolled her hand back and forth over them, coaxing them into a straight line.

“If your daughter is still alive, and you have no idea where she could be, I’m not sure how much I’ll be able to do for you.” Holding her breath, she waited for another outburst. When none came, she lifted a pencil and pressed it to the paper. Black. Hmmm . . .

She’d never started a reading with the color black before, and she had to wonder if it was her own opinion of the man guiding her choice of color. She always tried to let her subconscious—or whatever—guide her hand, but this time she couldn’t be sure. Perhaps she was transferring her intense dislike and lack of trust for him to the reading. She shook off the concern and tried to focus.

Black was a color of mystery. While it didn’t always have a negative connotation—it could also represent power and strength, which this man obviously possessed—more often than not, it did.

She began to scribble, just a random blotch of color toward the top of the page. Black could also symbolize death. Was that the message she was supposed to pass on? That his daughter had died? No way could she tell him that, even if she was certain of it, which she wasn’t. Actually, she was getting surprisingly few impressions from this man, other than an overwhelming sense of anger.

She continued to scribble, the rhythmic scratch, scratch, scratch of the pencil against the paper the only sound as her blob of black began to take on a definite shape. She frowned. That had never happened before. Her color readings usually left her with a random palette of colors that could tell her something about her client. This was different, surreal.

A faceless silhouette began to form . . . Blackness lifted off the page, surrounded her, embraced her in shadow. The shape of a woman emerged from the darkness, the same woman who’d haunted her every nightmare for over a week now, robbing her of the sleep she so desperately needed.

Book 1: Death at First Sight

Book 2: Occult and Battery

Lena lives in a small town on the south shore of eastern Long Island with her husband and three children.

When she was growing up, she spent many lazy afternoons on the beach, in the yard, anywhere she could find to curl up with a good book. She loves reading as much now as she did then, but she now enjoys the added pleasure of creating her own stories.

Thursday, February 8, 2018

Release Blitz: All Systems Down by Sam Boush

Date Published: 8 February 2018

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24 hours.
That’s all it takes.
A new kind of war has begun.


Pak Han-Yong’s day is here. An elite hacker with Unit 101 of the North Korean military, he’s labored for years to launch Project Sonnimne: a series of deadly viruses set to cripple Imperialist infrastructure.

And with one tap of his keyboard, the rewards are immediate.

Brendan Chogan isn’t a hero. He’s an out-of-work parking enforcement officer and one-time collegiate boxer trying to support his wife and children. But now there’s a foreign enemy on the shore, a blackout that extends across America, and an unseen menace targeting him.

Brendan must do whatever it takes to keep his family safe.

In the wake of the cyber attacks, electrical grids fail, satellites crash to earth, and the destinies of nine strangers collide.

Strangers whose survival depends upon each other’s skills and courage.

For fans of REVOLUTION and Tom Clancy, ALL SYSTEMS DOWN is a riveting cyber war thriller that presents a threat so credible you’ll be questioning reality.


Downtown went dark.

Brendan had been walking with a small group toward the pedestrian bridge when it happened. Every light from every skyscraper, every shop, and every window flickered and winked out. Up and down the skyline, street lights blackened. Bridge lights, harbor lights, streetcars, storefronts—everything succumbed to darkness.

There should have been a noise to accompany the blackout. A loud bang. The explosion of a transformer. The pop of electrical wire. But there was no sound of any kind. Just the gasp of people on every side of Brendan.

About the Author

Sam has worked as a wildland firefighter, journalist, and owner of a mid-sized marketing agency. Though he’s lived in France and Spain, his heart belongs to Portland, Oregon, where he lives with his wife, Tehra, two wonderful children, and a messy cat that keeps them from owning anything nice.

ALL SYSTEMS DOWN is his first novel, with more to come.

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Ace of Spades
by Sandra Owens
Series: Aces & Eights, #3
Genre: Contemporary Romantic Suspense
Publisher:  Montlake Romance
Release Date: February 6, 218

Two FBI agents struggle with desire in the shadow of a killer, in the third installment of Aces & Eights.

Nate Gentry has been a rock for his two younger brothers since the day their mom walked out and left them with their abusive father. Now that they’ve grown up, he’s watched Alex and Court fall in love and settle down. But Nate isn’t made for romance. He keeps his relationships casual. And getting casual with his partner is a fantasy he can’t shake…

Taylor Collins has feelings for Nate, too—and though they run hot, her best friend on the team is strictly off limits. Until a spark in his eyes says, Go for it. But reaching out could prove to be a bad move now that they’re working closer together than ever, and on the most dangerous case of their careers.

An investigation into a brutal series of murders is stirring up bad memories for Taylor, and neither she nor Nate can imagine how close to home it’s going to hit. When it does, Nate will risk everything—including his heart—to keep Taylor safe.

Taylor was trained to observe, and observe she did. Why else would he be squirming in his chair if she weren’t making him hot and bothered? She swallowed a smile. “Just putting it out there. If you were like any other man, I could be all coy”—she fluttered her eyelashes—“and girlie.” Ah, the ghost of a smile, there and then gone, flitted across his face.

“Please don’t ever go all girlie on me.”

“I wouldn’t know how if my life depended on it. Give me one good reason we shouldn’t give in to this thing between us? And don’t say you’re afraid of screwing up our friendship.” She believed that was a part of it, but there was more to his reticence than that.

“Isn’t that a good enough reason? It’s one you should be worried about.”

“But I’m not. It’s chemistry, Nate, nothing more. We’re consenting adults, intelligent, and all that. There’s no reason we can’t enjoy each other for however long we want and still be friends when it’s over.” And yes, she was saying what she thought he wanted to hear. If she told him she loved him, he’d probably ask for a transfer to the other side of the world. She waited, watching him spin his beer bottle, sensing that she was finally going to find out why he’d always held back.

He lifted his eyes to hers. “What if you fall in love with me? I’ll never marry, and I won’t ever change my mind about that.”

“Not a problem, but why not? What if you do eventually meet someone and fall in love?” And that would kill her.

“I won’t.” He stared at her with the kind of intensity that was so him. “When you say not a problem, how can you know that for sure?”

She didn’t. “I’m not looking for a ring on my finger. There’s too much on my plate as it is what with my job and the girls. The last thing I need is a man wanting me to take care of him, too. Or, God forbid, trying to tell me what to do.”

“And you think I would?”

No, he was a man who wouldn’t make those kinds of demands from her. He was also the one man she thought she could love for the rest of her life. But she’d cut her tongue out before ever admitting that to him.

“I don’t intend to find out whether you would or not since I’ll never give you that kind of power over me.” He still hadn’t explained why he was so adamant that he’d never marry, but she’d drop it for now. “So, what do you say?” She reached across the table and trailed her finger over his arm. “Are we going to do it or not?”

He laughed. Actually freaking laughed. She felt like she’d just won the lottery, but she didn’t make a big deal over it. Knowing Nate, if she did, he’d never laugh again. Her heart pounded as she waited for his answer. She hadn’t intended to push the issue tonight, but she only had so much patience. If he said no, it would be the last time she’d ask. If nothing else, she had her pride.


Without answering, he pulled a twenty out of his wallet, dropped the money on the table, and then grabbed her hand, tugging her up with him. Mere seconds later, they were outside. He kept walking, not saying a word, and even with her long legs, she had to jog to keep up with him. She figured one of two things were about to happen. First option, he was going to put her in her car, tell her to stop asking to have sex with him, and then send her on her way. What she hoped would happen was that he’d finally caved.

When they reached her car, he backed her against the door, put his hands on the roof, caging her in, and said, “I give up.”

Then his mouth came down on hers. Like the first two times he’d kissed her, this one was possessive, demanding, and hungry. But so much more, as if now that he’d agreed to this, he was all in. He tasted like malt beer and wintergreen. Tangy and delicious.

Her legs lost the will to hold her up, only the car at her back and Nate pressed against her front keeping her on her feet. When he pulled away, she growled in displeasure, and another ghost smile curled his lips, gone as fast as it had appeared.

“Go home, Taylor.”

What? “But I thought—”

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A best selling, award-winning author, Sandra Owens lives in the beautiful Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina. Her family and friends often question her sanity, but have ceased being surprised by what she might get up to next. She’s jumped out of a plane, flown in an aerobatic plane while the pilot performed thrilling stunts, has flown Air Combat (two fighter planes dogfighting, pretending to shoot at each other with laser guns), and rode a Harley motorcycle for years. She regrets nothing.

Sandra is a member of Romance Writers of America’s Honor Roll and a 2013 Golden Heart® Finalist for her contemporary romance, CRAZY FOR HER. In addition to her contemporary romantic suspense novels, she writes Regency stories.

Tuesday, February 6, 2018

Book Blitz: True or Dare by Elizabeth Morgan

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Do you dare tell the truth?

A tequila fuelled game of Truth or Dare is not Dani’s idea of fun, but when Cameron, the jerk who rejected her a year ago is the one provoking her into playing, how can she say no? Not that he’s giving her the option in the first place.

Bravado compels her forward, but when the dares get physical and their friends leave them alone, Cameron’s questions turn to her feelings for him, and unfortunately, lying is not part of the game.

Will a dare give Dani the courage she needs to tell Cameron the truth?

This title contains explicit language and graphic sex.
Note: This is a previously published title. No changes have been made to the story.

Length: 10,000 words/ 37 pages 
Content: Erotic Romance
Publisher: Elizabeth Morgan

“Well, if it’s finally just the four of us, I think it’s about time I gave Dani her house warming gift.” Cameron walked over to my TV cabinet and reached behind the television set.
“I’d say ‘how nice,’ but knowing you, this is probably going to be something that will end up in my bin.”
“Fine with me, as long as we get to drink it first.” Straightening, he turned with a bottle of tequila in his grasp.
“Way to go, bro.” Benjamin saluted him with his beer.
I cocked an eyebrow at him. “I think that’s more a present for you than me, Cameron.”
“It’s a present for all of us.” He walked to the coffee table and placed the bottle down. “I thought it would be a good idea if we christened your new place.”
Suggestion flooded his eyes. It took every ounce of sanity I owned not to squirm under his piercing gaze or let my imagination run away with how tempting such an offer was.
“What, with vomit?”
He fell back into the armchair. “I was thinking more along the lines of a little tequila-fuelled truth or dare.”
Kat giggled. “Oh, that sounds fun.”
“What are we, fourteen-year-olds?” I glanced between them all.
His lips twitched. “What’s the matter, Dani? Afraid you’re going to have to do something you might like?”
My stomach flipped. Every fibre in my body told me this was a bad idea, but no way would I let this jerk-off laugh at me over a stupid high school game.
“If you’re scared—”
“I ain’t afraid of anything.”
A slow smile crawled across his face. “I dare you to prove it.”
A string of “ohs” floated from Benjamin and Katherine, followed by more giggling.
God help me.
“Fine.” Pushing myself up, I collected some of the bottles from the coffee table. “I will go get the shot glasses, salt, and limes.”
He relaxed into the chair. “That’s my girl.”
“I’m not your girl, arsehole.”
Walking through the open doorway in to the kitchen, I dropped the empty bottles into the recycle bin, then grabbed a couple of limes from the fruit bowl.
What the hell was I doing? It was late. I had every right to kick them out. Ben and Cam would tease me, but fuck them. This was my flat. I could do whatever the hell I wanted. I didn’t have to play stupid games.
Taking a knife from the block, I halved each lime and then again until they were in segments before throwing them in a nearby, semi-clean bowl.
I wandered over to my glass cupboard and reached up on tiptoes to find the cluster of tumblers. A large hand landed on my hip. An incoherent squeak left me as every muscle in my body went skywards.
I gripped the cupboard shelf with a harsh curse. “What the fuck?”
Fingertips skimmed the band of my jeans. Solid muscle pressed me into the kitchen counter.
“Didn't mean to scare you.” Amusement lit Cameron’s voice. “Just wanted to see if you needed any help?”
Words seemed to escape me at the feel of his rough fingertips dancing along my waist. An involuntary shudder shook me at the thought of his palm slipping past my waistband and knickers, of his touch wandering lower until he found my swelling clit, pinching and rubbing the bundle of nerves until I broke against my kitchen counter. My nipples tightened at the idea. God, how many times had I imagined him taking me in such a way? Working me into a frenzy before coaxing my clothes off, spreading my thighs, and burying himself inside me…
“Not from you, I don’t.” The words were shaky as I forced them past my lips.
His husky laughter rumbled through my back. He was so hot and hard, I wanted to rub against him, melt into him—and I hated myself for it.
Soft lips pressed against my ear. “Why are you so stubborn?”
“Why are you so impatient? Can’t a girl cut limes and grab glasses in peace?”
He slipped his hand round to my stomach, playing with the button on my jeans. My legs quivered.
“Are you sure you want to play?” His voice dropped to a soft growl. “I can think of so many other ways you and me could christen your new place. Starting right here, right now.”
A ragged breath left me. He slid his hand from under my T-shirt, walked his fingers up my arm, and then reached into the cupboard. He pinned me to the counter, and I had to cut off a groan at the feel of his impressive erection digging in to my arse.
“What do you say?”
I clenched my thighs together at the feel of moisture flooding my knickers. My eyelids fluttered shut. “I say the day I agree to such activities with you will be the day Hell freezes over.”
He laughed, low and rough. “You want to play the hard way, I’m game.”
My eyelids snapped open at the sound of glass hitting wood. Glancing down, I saw four tumblers in his grasp on the counter beside me.
“But who knows what I might ask you,” he continued.
“Ask whatever you want.” Lowering my arm, I glanced over my shoulder. “You don’t scare me.”
His lips twisted. “Don’t say I didn’t give you a chance.”

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Elizabeth Morgan is a multi-published author of urban fantasy, paranormal, erotic horror, f/f, and contemporary; all with a degree of romance, a dose of action and a hit of sarcasm, sizzle or blood, but you can be sure that no matter what the genre, Elizabeth always manages to give a unique and often humorous spin to her stories.

Like her tagline says; A pick ‘n’ mix genre author. “I’m not greedy. I just like variety.”
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Away from the computer, Elizabeth can be found in the garden trying hard not to kill her plants, dancing around her little cottage with the radio on while she cleans, watching movies or good television programmes – Dr Who? Atlantis? The Musketeers? Poldark? American Horror Story? Heck, yes! – Or curled up with her two cats reading a book.

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