Forever by P.G. Van #BookBlast @authpgvan @lolasblogtours

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This is my stop during the blog tour for Hold Me Captive …Forever by P.G. Van. This blog tour is organized by Lola’s Blog Tours.

The blog tour runs from 26 June till 9 July.

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Hold Me Captive …ForeverHold Me Captive …Forever
by P.G. Van
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Age category: Adult
Release Date: December 13, 2016

Blurb:
Emily wakes up in an unknown place without any memory of how she got there. She was supposed to be on her way to a retreat for two weeks after her boss declares she needs it with her latest flare-ups at work. She forces herself to take the time away from her stressful life in spite of the objection from her friends. The last thing she remembers is being at her high school reunion, and the pain that grips her heart when the guy who broke her heart ten years ago shows up looking annoyingly tempting.

Evan didn’t expect her to almost claw his face off at the reunion, but he was surprised at the way Emily reacts to his presence. He asks himself if he cared enough about his high school sweetheart to find out why she had turned into an angry person.

Follow Emily’s journey as she follows her heart to find the person she wants to be held captive by… forever.

You can find Hold Me Captive …Forever on Goodreads

You can buy Hold Me Captive …Forever here:
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P.G. VanAbout the Author:
P. G. Van lives in San Francisco. She published her first novel of The Pure Destiny Series in October 2015 and cannot stop writing. Loves to spend time with family and is a strong believer of retail therapy (mostly shops for boots and purses!!). She enjoys giving her readers an escape to the world of love and romance.

Books by P.G.Van
Destiny Decides..
Destiny Embraces..
The Evil Twin?
A Reckless Night
Hold Me Captive…Forever
The Marriage Contract

You can find and contact P.G. Van here:
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I love this quote, Diana
“I’m wondering what to read next.” — Matilda, Roald Dahl

Taking a Gamble By Britni Hill #ReleaseBlitz @thatbritnihill @BuoniAmiciPress

Title: Taking a Gamble
Author: Britni Hill
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 6, 2017
Hosted by: Buoni Amici Press, LLC.

Taking a Gamble is a flirty and funny romantic comedy about what happens when your life takes a turn and your best friend’s twin starts hitting on you.

Who knew a weekend in Vegas could change everything about your life?

Not me. I went to there to get married.

Kind of.

That was the plan. Until it wasn’t anymore.

I had the perfect dress, an awesome venue, and my closest friends with me.

What was missing?

My groom. That’s right. He bailed.

It’s all going to be okay. Some things are just meant to be. What better city than Vegas to leave it to chance?

Maybe that’s how I woke up as Gabby Thomas and went to bed Mrs. Brennan …

Britni Hill is a new adult and contemporary romance author. She spends her days as a hair stylist, and her nights with the characters in her head striving to write real, page turning romance.


​Britni lives in Indiana where she was born and raised. She has a rescue pup she adores and an unhealthy love of binge-watching cheesy, teenage dramas. If she isn’t writing, she’s reading or watching horror flicks.

I love this quote, Diana
“I’m wondering what to read next.” — Matilda, Roald Dahl

TRULY, MADLY, WHISKEY by Melissa Foster #ReleaseBlast @TastyBookTours @Melissa_Foster

Watch mysteriously sexy Bear Whiskey claw his way to 
his happily ever after with sassy, rebellious Crystal Moon.

 

TRULY, MADLY, WHISKEY
Melissa Foster
Releasing April 10, 2017
World Literary Press

 

 

A new sexy standalone romance by New York Times bestselling author Melissa Foster.

Eight months is a long damn time to have the hots for a woman who keeps a guy at arm’s length. But Crystal Moon is no ordinary woman. She’s a sinfully sexy, sass-mouthed badass, and the subject of Bear Whiskey’s midnight fantasies. She’s also one of his closest friends.

Just when Crystal thinks she has her life under control, scorching-hot, possessive, aggressive, and fiercely loyal Bear pushes all her sexual buttons, relentless in his pursuit to make her his.

The more Bear pushes, the hotter their passion burns, unearthing memories for Crystal that are best kept buried. But there’s no stopping the collision of her past and present, catapulting the two lovers down an emotional and sexually charged road that has them questioning all they thought they knew about themselves.

 

“Really, Bear. I can drop you at your place before I go to the fabric shop.” Crystal started the car, feeling more in control than she had inside the shop. She hated the way she’d frozen up when things had gotten hot between them. She wanted him. After putting herself through three years of therapy, dealing with not only the trauma of the attack, but the bullshit with her mother and the loss of her father, she was sure she could handle anything. She’d dated other guys since she’d left college without issue. Why did it have to be different with the only guy she wanted to be close to? It pissed her off that her past still owned a piece of her, and she needed to get over it before Bear got fed up and walked away for good.

“I have to go to the store anyway.” He flashed one of his smiles. “We might as well go together.”

“You need to go to the fabric store?” she said flatly, knowing he was bullshitting her. She realized her car smelled different, cleaner. The seats were shiny, the dashboard dust free. “Did you clean my car?”

“Detailed it,” he said casually, as if he did this type of thing every day. For all she knew, he did. “Changed your oil, topped off your fluids. You really need to do those things every three thousand miles.” He touched the doll hanging from her rearview mirror. “I dusted off this, too, even though I’m a little worried that it’s a voodoo doll.”

She wasn’t about to tell him it was a worry doll that she loved more than life itself.

“Bear.” She couldn’t suppress her smile about the voodoo doll as she drove toward the store. “You really need to stop acting like you have to take care of me. I appreciate you handling the inspection, which I’m paying you for, by the way. But you don’t have to do all these things for me. I already like who you are.” Even if I have a hard time showing it.

“I know you do,” he said, as cocky as ever.

Why is that such a turn-on?

“I didn’t do it to get your attention. Shit, six three, two thirty.” He flexed his biceps and winked. “You’re sitting next to Peaceful Harbor gold, baby. I’ve got your attention.”

She couldn’t suppress a laugh. “That you do, and probably half the women in this town.”

“Only half?”

He kept her laughing the whole way to the fabric store, and it was just what she needed. It really had been a long day. They’d hosted three parties, and one of the mothers was just about the most obnoxious woman on earth. She’d pushed her daughter toward pink frilly outfits for the first half hour, when all the little cutie had wanted was to dress up as a skateboard princess. Gemma realized Crystal was going to strangle the wench, and she’d calmly suggested the woman head down to Jazzy Joe’s for coffee. The rest of her day hadn’t been much better. Plus, she’d spent the morning overthinking everything about her relationship with Bear, which was probably why she’d freaked out when she’d really been dying to kiss him.

She parked in front of the fabric store. There were some things that just didn’t fit in the world as Crystal knew it, and Bear Whiskey clad in a tight black T-shirt that said Whiskey Bro’s across his massive chest, a pair of snug, low-slung black jeans, and leather boots strutting into Jennilyn’s Fabric was on the top of the list.

She pulled her list from her bag as his eyes coasted over the store. What was he thinking, coming with her? That was dedication she could not ignore. The epitome of commitment.

That is Bear.

My Bear?

She toyed with that as he draped his arm over her shoulder. She wondered what had taken him so long. She’d expected him to do it the second she’d stepped from the car, but he was probably in shock that they were actually going to a fabric store. She smiled to herself as he leaned closer and rubbed his nose along her cheek.

“Can I help you?” she asked with a laugh.

“You smell like jelly beans, and I happen to have a thing for sugary goodness.”

“You can’t seriously have that good a sense of smell.”

He pressed an unexpected, and deliciously warm, kiss to her cheek and reached into her purse, withdrawing a bag of jelly beans. “Hoarding? Or were we going to hide these later in your body and let me find them?” He moved his mouth beside her ear and whispered, “Blindfolded. With my hands tied behind my back.”

He nudged her deeper into the store. Holy crap. She’d stopped walking. Was she breathing? And was that a thing? Blindfolded? Hands tied behind his back? Oh, the control that would give her. She’d be at no risk of being overpowered. But would she want that much control? She imagined herself lying naked on her bed, watching as his greedy mouth moved over her breasts, down her belly, and she felt herself go damp.

No, no, no.

Ice cream. Ice baths. Cow poop!

Her body continued vibrating from the inside out. This was bad. Really, really bad. Like a virus she couldn’t shake. She needed an anti-Bear pill. Stat!

 

 

 

Melissa Foster is a New
York Times
 & USA Today bestselling and award-winning author. She writes
sexy and heartwarming contemporary romance and new adult romance with
emotionally compelling characters that stay with you long after you turn the last
page. Melissa’s emotional journeys are lovingly erotic and always family
oriented–perfect beach reads for contemporary romance lovers who enjoy reading
about wealthy heroes and smart, sassy heroines.
 

 

 

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I love this quote, Diana
“I’m wondering what to read next.” — Matilda, Roald Dahl

Confessions of a Carpool Captive by Dawn L. Chiletz #ReleaseBlitz @DawnLChiletz @EJBookPromos

Title: Confessions of a Carpool Captive
Author: Dawn L. Chiletz
Genre: Romantic Comedy 
Release Date: March 24, 2017
My name is Liz Foley. I love my accounting job because I’d rather deal with numbers than talk to people. 

My best traits:

I have (RBF) Resting Bitch Face.
I give snarky come-backs.
I have no friends.

My worst traits:

I speak in run-on sentences when I get nervous.
I’m attracted to assholes.
I’m broke.

Enter Finnigan Walsh – the new guy at work. 

His best traits:

He’s kind of hot, I suppose.
He has a working car.
He sings to me and brings me coffee. 
Nothing ever gets to him, even when I add more people to our carpool.

His worst traits:

See above

I don’t like him. At least, that’s what I keep telling myself. 
After all, it’s not about how fast you get there. It’s the journey. Right?
Damn this carpool.

You’d better buckle up.


Dawn L. Chiletz is the author of The Contest, Waiting to Lose, Enough, Can’t You See, and The Fabulist. She currently resides in Illinois with her husband, two boys, and three dogs. In the summer of 2014, armed with a dream from the night before, she sat at her kitchen table while her boys played on their computers and began the first words of “The Contest.” She’s been writing and drinking large amounts of coffee ever since.

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I love this quote, Diana
“I’m wondering what to read next.” — Matilda, Roald Dahl

PLAYING HOUSE by Laura Chapman #ReleaseBlast @TastyBookTours @lchapmanwrites

She’s a work in progress . . . He’s a fixer upper . . .

 

PLAYING HOUSE
Laura Chapman
Releasing March 21st, 2017

 

She’s a work in progress . . .
 
Bailey
Meredith has had it. As an assistant at a prestigious interior design firm,
she’s tired of making coffee and filing invoices. She’ll do just about anything
to get out from under the paperwork and into the field for real experience.
Then she sees an ad for a job that seems too good to be true.
 
He’s a fixer upper . . .
 
Wilder
Aldrich knew she would be perfect for the crew the moment he saw her. His hit
home improvement show only hired the best, and Bailey had potential written all
over her. It isn’t just her imaginative creativity and unmatched work ethic
that grabs his attention. There’s just something about her.
 

 

With
chemistry on screen, it’s only a matter of time before sparks fly behind the
scenes as well. But with Bailey’s jaded views on romance and a big secret that
could destroy Wilder and everyone he cares about, are either of them willing to
risk it all for love?
 
Laura
Chapman
 is
the author of First & GoalGoing for TwoThree
& Out
, and The Marrying Type. A native Nebraskan, she loves
football, Netflix marathons, and her cats, Jane and Bingley. Connect with her
online on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, and her website.
 

I love this quote, Diana
“I’m wondering what to read next.” — Matilda, Roald Dahl

THE TROUBLE WITH BACHELORS by Caitlyn Blue #ReleaseBlast @TastyBookTours @authorcblue

The trouble with bachelors is you
never know.

 

THE TROUBLE WITH BACHELORS
Windy City Bachelors #1
Caitlyn Blue
Releasing March 21st, 2017
Sassy Muse, LLC

 

Falling for her sister’s first love,
how could that possibly go wrong…
 
Zach Thorne
is supposed to be off limits. He’s her sister’s high school boyfriend and his
love life is a revolving door of women. He’s also handsome, sexy and the one
guy Emma Callahan has never been able to forget.
 
Now they’ve
been thrown together as best man and maid of honor for her sister’s wedding and
some serious sparks are flying. Zach is perfect wedding fling material until he
starts to take their romance seriously. Now, Emma is left wondering: is he for
real or is she about to get her heart broken?
The trouble with bachelors is you
never know.

“This was fun,” I murmur as his fingers coast over my cheek.

He tucks a lock of hair behind my ears and traces my jaw. It’s been a year since a man has touched me. And no one has ever caressed me like this. It’s like he’s trying to memorize my features. I’m enthralled. It’s hard to know what to do next, so I clutch my hands in my lap and stare at him. His eyes lock on my lips and I realize I’ve seized the lower one between my teeth.

His breath hisses out on a soft sigh. “Do you have any idea how sexy you are?”

“No.” It’s not the default word anyone uses when describing me.

“You are.”

How many women has he used this line on? Hundreds surely. He’s a player. A guy you sleep with not someone you date.

At the moment I’m standing at the line that separates the woman I am and the woman guys like Zach sleep with a few times and never call again. I can listen to my body and have several amazing orgasms to relive over and over, or I can listen to my heart, stay true to who I am and keep looking for a guy who can make me happy long term.

His fingers curve around the back of my neck. As he draws me forward, I ask, “Are you going to kiss me again?”

“I’d very much like to.”

This time his kiss is more direct. Firm and determined, he claims my lips and as his tongue darts forward, I open for him. He tastes like the striped peppermint candy we snagged on our way out of the restaurant.

The kiss quickly goes nova. Heat explodes in my midsection and lances downward as Zach’s hand curves over my knee. I clutch his shoulder, trembling with longing. Phrases spill through my mind. Naughty things I’d want to say to him. Images of taking him into my mouth again and making him cry out my name as he comes. I’ve forgotten that I’m not the type who has sex in cars. Right now, all I’m thinking is: yes, please, let’s do this.

Our tongues are dueling, my legs are parting and Zach’s hand is riding up my inner thigh when the phone in my lap buzzes with an incoming text. It’s close enough to my happy place that the vibration only adds to my arousal. I moan. Zach drags his lips from mine.

“That’s it, baby. Let me hear it.”

As his other hand dips inside my coat, fingers gliding over my breast, it’s easy to moan again. Damn, he’s good at this. Trembling with need, I bite my lip as the urge to whimper builds. I shift my hips as my clit perks up and starts crying for attention. If he doesn’t touch me there I’ll go out of my mind.

A second text follows the first or maybe it’s just that reminder that I haven’t looked at the first one. Either way, it feels great. So does Zach’s mouth on my neck. And is that his teeth? I open my thighs, silently begging him to go higher. He’s so close. I’m so close.

Buzz.

I’m panting. He’s sucking on my earlobe. Shit. That’s amazing. His thumb grazes my nipple.

Buzz.

Buzz.

The hand beneath my skirt reaches the elastic on my panties and I shift my hips, pushing into his fingers. Can he feel how wet I am? A little higher, please.

Buzz.

Buzz.

The vibration is so constant it’s like a sex toy and I’m so close to getting off. Just a little bit more. His finger brushes over the soaked crotch my panties. The lightest of touch and my body is electrified.

“Fuck,” he mutters, tracing over my hot, aching core a second time. “These are soaked.”

A garbled noise emerges from my throat.

Buzz.

Buzz.

Buzz.

Buzz.

And then Zach’s fingers are retreating and I groan in protest. “Um, do you need to get that?”

Get what?

Buzz.

Buzz.

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” I exclaim as Zach removes his lovely, clever hands from beneath my clothes.

He flops back against his seat with a hearty curse. Eyes closed, breathing hard, he shields his face as his shoulders move. Damn the man. He’s laughing.

Snarling, I pick up the phone and see at least a dozen texts from my cousins. Looking over at the house, I spy all three of them lined up at the living room windows. Well, what did I expect? I’m making out with Zach in front of our house. I might as well have set up a neon sign on the front lawn that says orgasms happening here. Almost happening…so close. A growl vibrates my chest.

“Your cousins?”

“Yes.”

 
Caitlyn
Blue is a voracious reader with an overactive imagination and a chocolate
addict. She loves fancy cocktails and tasty edibles, is a sucker for adventure
movies and any music with a beat. When not writing, Caitlyn loves to connect
with her readers for whom she’s extremely grateful. Join her VIP list to stay up to date
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I love this quote, Diana
“I’m wondering what to read next.” — Matilda, Roald Dahl