Monday, May 4, 2020

COVER REVEAL: THE THERAPIST SERIES by W.S. GREER




Title: The Therapist
Series: The Therapist #1
Author: W.S. Greer
Genre: Erotic Romance/Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Robin Harper, Wicked By Design
Release Date: June 2, 2020



Blurb

Sex runs the world. It’s always there, buried just beneath the surface of our everyday lives. Sex drives us, stimulates us, breathes life into us, and when we don't respect it, our relationships can struggle.

That’s where I come into play. My name is Dr. Malcolm Colson, and I’m the therapist. I specialize in relationship therapy as well as sex therapy, and my office is always humming with patients.

Sean Tillman is my newest patient, and he’s dealing with a familiar problem many men face but won’t admit—he has no idea how to please his woman. While my sessions with him are bearing fruit, my own sex life is being strangled by weeds.

I crave control, and when Ava Pierson starts to break the rules I put in place for our casual but scorching hot relationship, I’m the one grappling to keep things in check.

Sex runs my world, both at work and in my personal life. I help save my patients’ relationships, but sex may just ruin mine.


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Title: Shameless
Series: The Therapist #2
Author: W.S. Greer
Genre: Erotic Romance/Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Robin Harper, Wicked By Design
Release Date: July 7, 2020



Blurb

A mask is temporary, even if we don't realize it. My mask was put in place against my will. It was securely fastened by my mother and all of her judgments and expectations, and I willingly hid behind it until I could no longer bear it—until my mask slowly slipped away as I looked in the mirror and caught a glimpse of who I truly am, and what I really want.

After being made to feel enough embarrassment and shame to last a lifetime, I realize I have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. My therapist, Dr. Malcolm Colson, has helped me remove my shackles, and I’m able to take my time learning what pleases me. I won’t let judgment hold me back, I won’t be shamed into chastity, and I will no longer allow myself to go unsatisfied.

Now that the mask is off, I’ll never hide behind it again. Instead, I’ll discover what my needs are, and never again settle for a man who isn't capable of meeting them.


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Title: The Fallout
Series: The Therapist #3
Author: W.S. Greer
Genre: Erotic Romance/Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Robin Harper, Wicked By Design
Release Date: August 4, 2020



Blurb

What happens after a bomb detonates? The action happens, and everything is destroyed. The world is shattered. Splinters fly everywhere. Lives are wrecked. Time stops, and the only thing that matters is survival.

But how do you come back from the ruins? How do you manage when everything has been wiped away, and replaced by carnage? How do you return from annihilation?

When you're in a committed, monogamous relationship, an affair is a bomb. When it explodes, it causes just as much damage as any missile. It hurts as much as any bullet. Anyone within the vicinity of its destruction can become collateral damage, and it takes a remarkable kind of love to mend the wounds. Eli and Demi Lane have to heal from the damage caused by Eli’s breach of trust, but the devastation may be too much to come back from.

While Eli and Demi try to recover, their therapist, Dr. Malcolm Colson, learns that the effects of his own detonation will be far more than he ever bargained for.


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Title: Toxic
Series: The Therapist #4
Author: W.S. Greer
Genre: Erotic Romance/Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Robin Harper, Wicked By Design
Release Date: September 1, 2020



Blurb

I don't know when things became so out of control.

On one hand, I have new patients who exhibit all the signs of a toxic relationship: anger spewing from the man, fear emanating off the woman, faded bruises that look to be covered with makeup, and an obvious level of control that exceeds anything that can be considered healthy.

On the other hand, a blast from my not-so-distant-past has returned, and the effects of her arrival are like wildfires being set throughout my life. The flames are spreading too rapidly for me to put them out, and somebody is bound to be burned.

I don't know when things became so out of control, but if I don't reel it all in, everything I’ve built will become ashes in the wind.


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WS (Will) Greer is an international bestselling author, and an active duty military member with the United States Air Force. He's been serving his country since 2004 and writing since he was in the fifth grade when he wrote and recorded his very first song. Will is a military brat who bounced around the world as a child, and graduated from Clovis High School in Clovis, New Mexico in 2003.

Will now lives in Delaware with his wife and 3 kids, and when he's not writing bestselling books, he's writing poems or songs, and reading everything he can get his hands on. He's fascinated with history, science, and politics, has deployed to the Middle East 3 times, and always values an inconvenient truth over a reassuring lie.


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RELEASE BLITZ: BOUND IN SACRIFICE by MURPHY WALLACE




Title: Bound in Sacrifice
A Dirty Heroes Collection Novel
Author: Murphy Wallace
Genre: Dark Romantic Suspense/BDSM
Release Date: May 4, 2020



Blurb

Once upon a time, a scorned Queen opened a box, unleashing horrible evil on the world's heroes. Instead of gallantry and chivalry, they now possessed much more perverse traits.
They’ve fallen victim to their darkest and most deviant desires.  

This is one of their stories...

A regular at my club racked up a large debt that he couldn’t afford, so I sent my men to collect. Instead of delivering the money I was owed, they brought me her. Unable to fulfill her father’s debt, I told her he would pay for it with his life. When she begged to trade her father’s life for her own, I was intrigued. But she couldn’t hide the shiver of fear cloaked beneath the façade of strength and bravery she tried to portray.

Silly girl, you don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into. I’m going to snuff out your pride and stomp on your courage.

My father was a good man with strong values, who put his family above everything else. We weren’t perfect, but we were happy. Then, Mom died and took our happiness with her. Dad quickly got caught in a downward spiral that spun our world into chaos. The warm, caring man that I knew from my childhood was replaced with a complete stranger.

It sucked the light from my world. Now, I fear I will pay greatly for his transgressions.



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I swallow my nerves like I’ve done nearly every moment of this provocative and exhausting day so far, and it’s only just past noon.
“I’m not sure about anything, anymore. I don’t even know who I am, right now. All I know is that I am tired of making the wrong decisions. Tomorrow, I may feel differently about my choices being taken away from me. But today, the erotic feeling that is swirling around inside of me, wreaking havoc on my body is my driving force. Outside of that, I don’t have enough energy to care about anything else.”
Who is this person inside of my head making me speak these terrifying words? I feel like I am having an out of body experience and I don’t know whether or not I should fight my way back in, or pop some popcorn and see how this all plays out.
I look at The Beast who seems to be desperately trying to prove to me that he is more than what his nickname implies. 
“You’ll hold your feelings in higher regard by the time I’m finished with you. You’ll see exactly how exhilarating it is to leave your fate in the hands of the person entrusted with your care.”
His promise comes across as a threat, yet it stokes the fire that is still burning bright within me. 
“Yes, Sir.”
“Walk to the door and wait for me. I need to go talk to Master Luca for a second and I’ll be right there.”
I stand in response to his instruction and my conscience screams at me to wake up and realize what is happening. But I’ve already checked out of reality for the day. At some point between the time that I woke up this morning and now, I managed to lose my Goddamn mind. 






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Murphy Wallace is an International Bestselling Author with works in several different genres, but most of her work as been in Dark Romantic Suspense. 

When she's not getting in touch with her inner child at Disney World, or enjoying everything that Florida has to offer with her family, she enjoys writing and watching true crime documentaries.

She currently resides in a small Eastern Florida town with her husband, who doubles as her best friend, and their two boys.

She has a cat named Maisy who is her constant writing partner.


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Saturday, May 2, 2020

RELEASE BLITZ: MURDER ON THE MOUNTAIN by CAROLYN LAROCHE




Title: Murder on the Mountain
Series: Marshall Brothers #1
Author: Carolyn LaRoche
Publisher: Hot Tree Publishing
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: May 2, 2020



Blurb

Emma Thomas hasn’t been home in years. Only back in Staunton for a few months, she plans to put her investigative reporter skills to use in exposing the trafficking group using her peaceful, idyllic hometown to move drugs. But when she stumbles onto more than drugs, bullets start flying and she has to ask the one person she left Virginia to avoid for help. 

Detective Adam Marshall has been working this cartel case for months. On the precipice of breaking the organization wide open, he can’t believe the one woman he’d never been able to get over now holds the key to closing his case. His head warns him to steer clear, but his heart won’t let him walk away when Emma’s life is on the line. 

Thrown together by chance after so many years, Adam and Emma work together to break the biggest case of both of their careers and heal some old wounds in the process. Falling in love wasn’t on the docket for either of them, but things don’t always go as planned. 




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Twelve years she'd stayed away from Staunton, avoiding her hometown and missing her parents, to not have to do the very thing she was about to do. Emma took a deep breath and steered her car onto the street that housed the Staunton Police Department. She had no other choice. There was only one man who could help her figure this out.
She parked in front of the station, ignoring all the little pieces of glass that rained off her as she ran up the steps and pulled open the heavy front door. The entire station fell silent as she strode to the front desk, leaving a trail of leaves and little bits of broken glass behind her.
"I need to see Detective Adam Marshall. It's an emergency." She looked around the lobby. "I don't even know what time it is. Is he even here?"
"He's still here." The officer behind the desk reached for the phone. "What happened, miss? Do you need a medic?"
"No! I'm fine. I mean, I'm not, but I am. Can you just get Detective Marshall for me, please?"
He set the phone back on the receiver. "Just wait right here and I'll get him."
"Don't worry." Emma crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm not going anywhere."

***

"Sir?"
Adam looked up at the sound of the voice and tap on his office door. "What's up, Murphy?"
"There is a—woman—at the desk demanding to see you. She says it's an emergency."
Adam narrowed his eyes at the young uniformed officer. The other man had a tendency toward the dramatic, but he'd proven himself in the field. At the moment, he looked really concerned. "Are you not sure if she is a woman?"
Officer Murphy shook his head. "It's not that. You, um, have to see for yourself."
"Okay." Adam pushed his chair back from his desk and stood up. "Show me what you got."
Adam followed him out to the lobby desk but froze when he saw the woman standing there. Sticks and leaves tangled in her shoulder-length brown waves. Dirt and dried blood smudged her face, a tear in her jeans bared a scraped knee, and her light blue fleece jacket had a variety of colorful stains on it. He hadn't seen her in so long he might not have recognized her under all the debris, except he'd know that woman anywhere.
"Emma." He walked a little closer. "What happened?" What he really wanted to ask was What are you doing here?
"We need to talk." She glanced around at all the people staring at them. "In private." Emma leaned in a little, lowering her voice, as though it would matter. "It's about a crime."
He motioned toward the way he'd come. "We can talk in my office." To Murphy he said, "Please get Ms. Thomas a bottle of water."
"Yes, sir." Officer Murphy disappeared in the direction of the break room, and Adam led Emma to his office.
When they were inside and the door was closed, Emma collapsed into one of the chairs, shaking. Tears ran down her face, leaving streaks in the dirt as they trailed to her chin and dropped onto the front of her jacket.
Adam perched awkwardly on the edge of his desk, a box of tissues extended to her. Emma grabbed a couple and wiped at her eyes, then blew her nose.
"I'm sorry. I'm so not a crier." She threw the tissues in the trash can. Her hands shook noticeably.
He remembered that about her. "It's the adrenaline dump. Nothing to apologize for." A knock sounded on the door. "Come in!" Adam called.
Officer Murphy walked in and handed the bottle of water to Emma. "Do you need anything else, miss?"
She shook her head, and Adam gave him a nod of dismissal.
"So, are you going to tell me what happened?" Adam finally asked. And maybe why you specifically asked for me out of all the cops in this precinct.
Emma nodded and wrung her hands in her lap. "Yes. I just—I need a minute to gather my thoughts."
"How did you know I'd even be here?"
She shrugged. "I didn't. I just hoped you would be."






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Carolyn LaRoche grew up in snow country but fled the cold and ice several years ago. She now lives near the beach with her husband and their two sons. She’s been known to lug her laptop to the baseball fields and keeps a notebook by her bed to jot down the next big story idea in the wee hours of the night.


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Friday, May 1, 2020

RELEASE BLITZ: DEEP WOOD by MARGOT SCOTT




Title: Deep Wood
A Mountain Daddy Romance
Author: Margot Scott
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance
Release Date: May 1, 2020



Blurb

She’s mine to claim. Mine to protect. Mine to care for.

I swore I’d never go back to that mountain, not after my childhood friend and I fell out years ago. So imagine my shock when I find out he’s died and left me his old hunting cabin.

On the way there, I find myself staring down the barrel of a pistol without a safety, in the form of smooth thighs, arresting green eyes, and curves that could charm a sapling into a mighty oak.

But it turns out my old buddy’s gone and thrown me another curveball: the nymph with the ass that won’t quit? That’s his eighteen-year-old little girl. She’s running from something, but I’m not about to let anyone lay a finger on this green-eyed angel.

I’ll put my life on the line to keep her safe, because that’s what good Daddies do.

** ** ** ** **

Author’s note: I’ve wanted to write a mountain-man romance for what feels like FOREVER! There’s just something about a rugged, brooding loner with a big axe that makes you want to curl up by a roaring fire. Enter, Silas Walker! He’s a little grumpy and a lot stubborn, but once this mountain Daddy gets his hands on his baby girl, he’s never letting her go.

Please be aware that this book contains suspense elements and discussions of past physical abuse. But don’t let that heavy stuff fool you, this romance is fast and filthy, with no cheating or cliffhangers, and features a guaranteed HEA!



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A gust of wind blows the playing cards off the table. Norah drops to her knees to collect the deck before it’s lost. I join her, stuffing the cards in the box as I grab them.
“Cold front’s moving in. I’ll go split some wood.” I hand her the box of cards and then run around back to fetch the axe. Beneath the awning off the garage sits a pile of logs protected from the elements by a blue tarp.
I grab an armful of logs and take them to the chopping block. I bust through half a dozen before I feel like I’m being watched. When I turn, I find Norah standing there, watching me.
“Enjoying the show?” I grab a fresh log. She shivers as if shaking off a trance.
“I’ll start bringing these in.” She fills her arms with wood and then runs off, returning just as the first drop of rain hits the back of my neck. I break up the last log and help her gather the remaining pieces. We’re halfway to the house when the sky opens up, dumping frigid water down on top of us.
“Better make a run for it,” I yell.
We sprint toward the house. Norah reaches the porch before I do, dumping her pile on the porch with the first load so she can open the door. I rush inside, drop my wood by the fireplace, then hurry back to help her with the rest.
Thunder rumbles in the distance. My T-shirt clings to my chest and back, and my jeans feel like they’ve gained thirty pounds.
“It got so cold so fast.” Norah rubs her arms. Even in the dim, gray light, I can make out the points of her nipples through her tank top. My cock perks up as I imagine fixing my mouth to her breast, tonguing her nipple through her shirt. I picture her without the shirt altogether. Soft, creamy skin. Round, jiggly tits. Stiff nipples.
She catches me staring, and rather than cover herself, she folds her arms and shoves her breasts together. Forcing myself to look away is like telling a wolf not stalk a rabbit, or a lion not to lick its chops.
Someday soon, Norah and I are going to sit down and discuss what to do about this thing between us. It’s time to set some ground rules, like no more paper-thin tank tops.
“Go dry off,” I tell her. “I’ll start the fire.”
She looks like she wants to say something, then purses her lips. As soon as I hear the bathroom door close, I let out a breath.
“Fuck...” This isn’t good. I have to get myself under control before she comes back.
I stack the logs in the fireplace, tuck a crumpled piece of paper into the center, then light it with a match. The fire crackles to life as another rumble of thunder shakes the cabin. The storm will be on top of us in a few minutes.
I peel my wet shirt off and toss it in the washer along with my jeans. My boxers are damp, but I leave them on so I don’t accidentally give Norah and eyeful on my way up to the loft. I’m about to head upstairs for dry clothes when I spot Norah standing by the fire, gripping a towel around herself that barely covers her ass.
She eyes me through strands of rain-soaked hair. I know she’s naked under the towel, and I know all it would take to see her in all her glory is a swift flick of the wrist.
“Silas,” she says. I don’t move a muscle. She moves closer, her bare feet sinking into the rug with every step.
My muscles tense like they’re gearing up for a fight.
She drops her towel, and my pulse jackknifes.
“I want you.” She takes another step. I can’t stop my gaze from drinking her in, and soon enough, I’m drunk. The firelight flickers off her bare skin. She’s even more beautiful than I imagined.
The boxers I’m wearing are a size too small. They don’t stand a chance once my cock starts to swell. She glances down at my bulge and her lips drift apart. I catch the glint of her teeth and the tip of her soft, pink tongue as she wets her mouth.
“Norah, we talked about this. I’m too old for you.”
“Actually, you’ve avoided talking about this. And you’re the only one who thinks you’re too old for me.”






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Margot Scott is an erotic romance author who likes long nails and short, sexy reads, rainbow sprinkles on vanilla ice cream, and rainy days spent in bed with her furbabies. When she’s not writing forbidden love stories about bearded older men, you can find her browsing Pinterest for pictures of pink things.


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RELEASE BLITZ: FROM SCRATCH by RACHEL GOODMAN




Title: From Scratch
Series: Blue Plate #1
Author: Rachel Goodman
Genre: Light Women's Fiction/Chick Lit
Release Date: May 1, 2020



Blurb

A down-home, feel-good debut Southern romance, From Scratch explores one woman’s journey back home to Dallas, Texas, where her family is cooking up a plan that doesn’t quite suit her tastes…

Thirty-year-old Lillie Turner grew up with maple syrup stuck to her skin and bacon grease splattered on her clothes, courtesy of working in the family diner. Thank goodness she escaped all that when she moved to Chicago five years ago. Now a successful strategy consultant and newly engaged to a man who complements her like biscuits and gravy, she has everything she wants.

When an urgent phone call about her father’s health pulls Lillie back to Dallas, she soon learns it was a ruse to bring her home so she can run the diner she’d rather avoid and compete in the Upper Crust, an annual baking competition, with no option to withdraw. Lillie is furious and ready to run back to Chicago, but her father’s haggard appearance makes her wonder if he’s hiding something. Things go from bad to worse when Nick, her handsome ex and the only man she ever truly loved, reappears, looking as scrumptious as ever.

Lillie’s trip home forces her to question the path she’s chosen, find her place in the family she abandoned, and wonder if the life she left behind is what she really wants after all.







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"Move around," Nick says. "It'll help flush out the lactic acid in your system."
I nod, too exhausted to reply, and walk back and forth with my fingers linked behind my head. A breeze washes over my face, cooling me, but still my lungs are screaming. I can't seem to suck in enough air.
Nick strides over to me. "You want your breathing to come from deep in your diaphragm. Right here," he says, placing one hand on the curve of my back and the other just below my rib cage, applying pressure. "Can you feel that?" His gaze rakes over my face, painfully slow, as though he's afraid to miss something.
Is he kidding? His palms are burning holes in my shirt, making me dizzy, and he wants to know if I can feel that? Suddenly I go from barely being able to retain oxygen in my lungs to a total inability to breathe at all. I should be shocked that after all this time a simple touch from him has the power to steal my breath, but after what happened between us at the Tipsy Teakettle, nothing surprises me anymore.
Stepping away, I pick up the water bottle lying on the ground by his feet and gulp some down, the liquid sloshing around in my stomach.
"Drink it slowly. Otherwise you'll throw up," he says, tugging on my ponytail. My heart trips in my chest at the way his voice dips with his playful scolding. Sticking out my tongue, I squirt some water at him and stretch my aching muscles. Nick does his own form of post run recovery, which involves some strange yoga poses mixed with light strength exercises. I squeeze my eyes shut when I hear him groan, the sound similar to those he once murmured during sex.
After he's done, he uses the hem of his T-shirt to wipe his neck and forehead. His chest expands and retracts with his breathing, his skin glistening. I swallow thickly, watching a bead of sweat travel down the length of his torso and absorb into his mesh shorts. Everything about Nick is corded muscle and hard, chiseled angles and lines. My eyes drop to his hands resting on his hips, and I have an overwhelming urge to feel them on me. My whole body clenches as I remember exactly what those fingers are capable of.
A dog barks, snapping me out of my haze. I focus on the college-age guy playing fetch with a golden retriever across the park and wait for my heart rate to return to normal.
"It's okay, you know."
"What is?" I ask.
"To check me out," Nick says, smug and without shame. "Don't think I didn't notice your little eye dance."
I balk. "I wasn't checking you out. You were doing those weird poses, and I was curious."
He laughs, deep and sexy, erasing all of my common sense. His soles scuff against the gravel as he saunters toward me. He stops and stands so close I can feel the heat radiating off his body and see the faint scar above his left eyebrow—a casualty from back in my diner days when I accidentally opened the freezer door into his face.
When he speaks, his words send a shiver down my spine. "You forget, Lillie, I know your blush."
My breath hitches, and his smile grows into that destructive grin that's always been deadly to me. I force my eyes away, over to the other side of the parking lot where a woman is adjusting a set of ankle weights, back to the guy still tossing a tennis ball with his dog, down at my grungy shoelaces, anywhere other than at him.
"At least I used to," Nick says, low and hoarse. "Before . . ."
He settles a hand on the crook of my neck, his thumb ghosting along my collarbone, and everything inside me ignites, alive and volatile. I look at him, and the intensity in his stare causes a fresh wave of heat to rush through me. I lean toward him, pulled by invisible fingers. His gaze flicks to my mouth, and as if on their own volition, my lips part. My breath comes in shallow gasps, my body humming in anticipation, waiting for him to pin me against my truck and kiss me the way he did at the Tipsy Teakettle. The way he used to.



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Rachel Goodman is the critically acclaimed author of the Blue Plate and How to Score series. She was raised in Colorado on Roald Dahl books and her mother's award-worthy cooking. Now an engineering professor at her alma mater, Southern Methodist University in Dallas, Texas, she has not lost her passion for culinary discovery or a well-told story. A member of RWA, she continues to hone her craft through the Writer's Path at SMU while seeking to create the perfect macaroni and cheese recipe. Follow her on Twitter (@mojitomaven), Instagram (@mojitomaven), and Facebook (@RachelGoodmanBooks), or visit her website at rachelgoodmanbooks.com.


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