Undying Love by Nelle L’Amour #SalesBlitz @givemebooksblog @nellelamour

 

Title: Undying Love
Series: Love Duet #1
Author: Nelle L’Amour
Genre: Steamy Contemporary Romance
Release Date: December 5, 2013
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An epic romance by New York Times and USA
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bestselling author Nelle L’Amour that brings together
two people who couldn’t have less in common or more to share.
He is Ryan Madewell, a devastatingly handsome Harvard grad from one of
Manhattan’s wealthiest families, who’s on his way to heading up his father’s
media empire.

She is Allee Adair, a beautiful but sassy art school grad from the wrong side
of the tracks, who dreams of living in Paris.

Despite their many differences, Ryan and Allee are instantly smitten with each
other over a sensual Picasso painting. They share a steamy, passionate love
that dares to challenge everything —including Ryan’s ruthless father, his
revengeful ex-girlfriend, and Allee’s dark secrets. Only, it may end too soon.

Here is an unforgettable love story that will make you laugh and cry. It
will stay in your heart forever. With love, there are no goodbyes.

NOTE: Due to adult content, this book is intended for mature readers. While it
can be read as a standalone, the long awaited sequel will be published on
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When I
arrived at the Met, it was after nine. Hundreds of people were flocking out of
the front doors. I was panting. My eyes searched the crowd in desperation for
her. I hoped I wasn’t too late. Finally, after the crowd had thinned, I spotted
her. She was wearing a drab gray wool coat and a striped knit hat along with a
new pair of eyeglasses that were almost identical to the ones she’d left at my
loft. She looked worn-out as she trudged down the steps. Fuck. Maybe something
was wrong with her. I mounted the steps two at time, hoping to meet her half
way.
“Allee,” I
shouted out to her.
Her mouth
dropped open when she saw me. She galloped down the steps, attempting to run
past me, but I caught her and held her firmly in my arms. She squirmed, trying
to break away, but she was no match for my strength. I studied her face. Her
eyes were painfully sad and her cheeks were sallow. She had lost weight.
“Get away
from me, Madewell,” she begged. There were tears in her eyes.
I didn’t let go of her and, in fact, squeezed
her tighter. “Why haven’t you returned my calls?”
“Madewell,
please! Let go of me.” Her voice was watery and desperate.
“No, you’re
not going anywhere until you answer my question.”
“I don’t
belong with you. You’re too good for me.”
“No, baby,
you’re too good for me.” I pressed her even tighter against me.
Thunder
roared in the night sky.
“Please!
I’ve gotta go home and get ready for a massage client.”
Maybe she
had just been overworking. Fuck her client. I tugged hard at her ponytail that
hung out from under her funky hat. “You’re coming home with me.”
“I can’t.”
She blinked back tears. “You don’t understand—”
“Stop it!”
I crushed my lips against hers, hushing her, and pulled her down to a sitting
position on the step where we were sparring. She couldn’t resist my assault.
Her tongue hungrily met mine, and a hot bolt of energy surged through my
body.
Lightening
flashed, and another loud burst of thunder followed. The sky opened up, and
torrential rain fell upon us. But it didn’t stop us. Soaked, our embrace
deepened, the warmth of it fending off the icy chill of the pounding drops. I
don’t know how long it lasted, but she was the first to pull away. Wet streaks
rolled down her cheeks… tears, not the rain.
“Why me,
Madewell?” she asked, her voice hoarse and strained.
“Because,
Allee Adair, I’m suffocating without you. You’re the air I need to breathe.”
Cradling her in my arms, I removed her rain-streaked glasses and brushed away
the shimmering rivulets dripping down her face. Just the mere touch of her
infused me with light.
She looked
deep into my eyes, hers still watering. “Oh, Madewell, I’m so afraid.”
“Afraid of
what, baby?” I held her tear-drenched face in my hands.
Her lips
quivered. “That I’ll hurt you.”
That wasn’t possible, I thought as I swept her
into my arms and carried her down the rain-soaked steps, my lips never leaving
hers.
***
I carried
her straight into my bathroom steam room. She was shivering wet. I set her down
and rapidly peeled off her drenched layers of clothing. I removed mine just as
fast. She let me wrap my arms around her naked body and hold her close to me as
a cloud of steam warmed us. Tears were still streaming down her beautiful face,
mingling with steamy mist. I sealed my mouth over hers and kissed her deeply
and passionately. With my lips still covering hers, I lifted her up off the
water-coated tiled floor.
“Wrap your
legs around me, baby,” I breathed into her ear.
She did as
I asked, twisting her long limbs around my waist like a pretzel. I carried her
to the edge of the steamy room and pressed her against the dripping wet back
wall, just high enough so that my cock could shoot easily into her glorious
pussy. Her arms wrapped around my shoulders.
“Baby, I’ve
missed you so much.” I studied her angelic face, made dreamy in the steamy
haze. My lips latched onto to hers and pressed into another deep, tongue-driven
kiss. Her velvety breasts skimmed my chest. I groaned as my girth grew between
my legs.
“Oh, Golden
Boy,” she rasped as my mouth released hers. “Make me come.”

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I am a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who lives in Los Angeles with her Prince Charming-ish husband, twin college-bound princesses, and a bevy of royal pain-in-the-butt pets. A former executive in the entertainment industry with a prestigious Humanitas Prize for promoting human dignity and freedom to my credit, I gave up playing with Barbies a long time ago, but I still enjoy playing with toys with my hubby. While I write in my PJs, I love to get dressed up and pretend I’m Hollywood royalty. My steamy stories feature characters that will make you laugh, cry, and swoon and stay in your heart forever. They’re often inspired by my past life.
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Shopping for a CEO by Julia Kent #Salesblitz @givemebooksblog @jkentauthor

 

Title: Shopping for a CEO
Series: Shopping for a Billionaire #7
Author: Julia Kent
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: September 29, 2015

 

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** A Top 100 USA
Today Bestseller**I’m thrilled to be
the maid of honor in my friend’s wedding, but the best man, Andrew McCormick,
is a chauvinistic pig with a God complex.

And I can’t stop
kissing him in closets.

(Don’t ask.)

He’s the brother of
the groom and the CEO of my biggest mystery shopping account, but suddenly he’s
refusing to be in the wedding. He won’t talk about it. Won’t see reason.

He’s such a man.

And he still won’t
stop kissing me in random closets.

(Thank goodness.)

I’m a fixer. That’s
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there’s only so much I can do.

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Amanda Warrick find themselves in the unlikely position as maid of honor and
best man in the Boston society wedding of the year, an undeniable attraction
and dual stubborn streaks add fuel to the fire in this romantic comedy from
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books have been translated into French and German, with more titles releasing
in 2017. From billionaires to BBWs to new adult rock stars, Julia finds a
sensual, goofy joy in every contemporary romance she writes. Unlike Shannon
from Shopping for a Billionaire, she did not meet her husband after dropping
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  • Book Length: 256 pages
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Lifetimes of family secrets. Threats from every direction. A young woman forced to discover the truth.

Tessa Lamar, a Southern girl with a crazy family and a brand new college degree, wants nothing more than for her life to finally start. When her uncle dies unexpectedly, she inherits more than his old truck. As lifetimes of family secrets send her carefully planned world into a tailspin, she realizes nothing will ever be the same.

After learning that she is not only a Firebird, but also half Nunnehi–the Cherokee equivalent to fairy–Tessa is forced to fight for her life against a conjurer determined to kill her, Tribal Elders trying to manipulate her, a crazier-than-a-bat mother, wolves, snakes, and one pissed off ghost. Worse still, she’s caught between a gorgeous blue-eyed cop and a Nunnehi bodyguard who she can’t decide if she wants to throttle or kiss. Good thing she was raised by two tough Southern ladies.

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Chapter 1

Some events leave scars. They mark time, changing life as you know it into something unrecognizable. Death split my life into two periods—before Charlie and after Charlie.

That morning I woke up crying without knowing why. Dread followed me through the day. It needled at my thoughts until I succumbed and acknowledged that someone I loved would die before the sun set.

“Tessa Marie, we need you to come to the hospital. It’s your uncle Charlie,” my great-grandmother Mae said over the phone.

“Is he all right?” I knew the answer.

“No, child. He had a heart attack and is on life support. The doctors are talking about turning off the machines. Please hurry. We’re at Florida Hospital on Rollins Street.” The call disconnected. My great-grandmother must have lost cell service. Her impeccable southern manners wouldn’t have allowed her to hang up without saying good-bye.

“I’ve got to go.” I sprang from the bed, searching for my discarded clothing. Sex had been my last-ditch effort to shake the feeling that someone would die. It hadn’t worked.

“I’ll wait here until you get back.”

“Ian, get up. You can’t stay here.” I pulled a T-shirt over my head.

Ian threw the blanket off and tugged on his jeans. “What’s going on?”

“My uncle is on life support. This can’t be happening. He can’t die. I need him too much. I just talked to him this morning. He sounded fine. There has to be a mistake.” I slipped on my flip-flops and headed for the door.

“Let me drive.” Ian jangled his keys.

I wanted to tell him to stay put, but I didn’t feel like driving.

We rode in silence for a while before Ian sighed and turned on the radio. A disembodied voice reported the murder of a young mother and the possible kidnapping of two small children. The victim’s mother had found her daughter’s body in the kitchen earlier that day. The children hadn’t been located, and the police had yet to release any names. I drew my knees to my chest and prayed for both my own family and that of the murdered woman.

“Want me to come in?” Ian eased the car to a stop.

I studied him for the first time since the call had ruined our alone time. Wide-eyed, he rubbed his palm on his thigh and shifted in his seat. His expression puzzled me. I couldn’t tell if he was worried about me or if he feared I would actually ask him to come inside. We’d dated about three weeks—if hanging out during happy hour and having sex at every opportunity counted as dating. Come to think of it, we’d never had a proper date.

No, I’m fine. Thank you, though.”

Ian exhaled and grasped the steering wheel. He started to pull away before the car door even shut. Actions spoke louder than words, and his actions screamed.

I stood on the sidewalk and gathered the courage to walk into the hospital’s lobby. My skin prickled as I passed through the glass doors. I turned and found the woman behind the welcome desk glaring. Under the puff of cottony white hair, two dark, beady eyes fixed on me. The woman wore a blue vest with a colorful badge that proclaimed her status as a volunteer. Her lips twisted in disapproval. I wondered, What have I done to offend her? I resisted the urge to rush up the escalators in order to avoid the sour old woman.

Behind the welcome desk was the hospital gift shop, filled with flowers and balloons. The contrast between the not-so-welcome desk and the happy little gift shop made me grin. I squared my shoulders and walked to the desk.

“Can you tell me what room Charles Nokoseka is in?”

“Nokoseka? How do you spell that?” The old woman glared at me.

I spelled the last name for her, exaggerating the pronunciation of each letter. I knew the drill. It wasn’t my last name, but I’d spelled Nokoseka a million times. The woman typed in the name, looking between me and the screen.

“He is in ICU Step Down. Only immediate family members are allowed to visit.” For some unknown reason, the little old lady had an issue with me.

“I’m his niece, but he raised me . . .” What the hell? I didn’t have time to argue. I needed to find my uncle.

“You’ve missed visiting hours.”

“Considering they called me to pull the damned plug, I don’t think visiting hours are going to be an issue. Tell me where he is.” My outburst surprised us both. I didn’t care.

I hurried to the escalators, then took the metal steps two at a time. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up. I needed to get to my family. Something was wrong—more wrong than the fact that the man who’d raised me was fighting for his life at this very moment. I rounded the corner to the Step Down unit and stopped.

Two large men stood in front of the elevators, blocking the hall. Their size didn’t strike me as much as their ponytails and sharp features did. They could’ve been members of Charlie’s tribe, coming to pay their last respects, had it not been for their tight expressions and stiff postures. They were angry, very angry.

I turned and went in the opposite direction until the elevator pinged. I counted to ten and doubled back toward Charlie’s room, pausing in the hallway. At least twenty family members had gathered in the waiting room, including my mother. At that moment, I would rather have gone up against the two big guys in the hall than face down my family. I should’ve guessed my mother would be there. Even still, it struck me like a punch to the gut.

All eyes turned to me when I stepped into the waiting room. I scanned the faces, searching for my great-grandmother or great-aunt, but found neither. The television in the corner caught my attention. The newscast reported on the story of the murdered mother. Pictures of the young woman with two small children flashed across the screen. The police urged the public to call with any information regarding the whereabouts of the kids.

Hearing the story on the radio had tugged at my heartstrings. Seeing the children’s faces yanked them out. “Shit.”

“Now, darlin’, that is something we do, not something we say.” The sweet southern drawl and gentle chiding made me feel like I was eight years old. Gram Mae had told me the same thing while standing in her vegetable garden. The second time I cursed in front of her earned me Ivory soap for mouthwash.

I bent down to hug Mae’s short, round body. Gram Mae had grown up in abject poverty but behaved like a southern lady. She grew her own tomatoes, drank her tea sweet as cane, and could drop a deer, or a whiskey, in one shot.

“How is he?” I cringed, wanting to believe Glinda the Good Witch would swoop down in her bubble and fix all the wrongs.

“Not good, darlin’.”

“Can I see him?”

“He’s waiting for you.” Mae took a firm grip on my hand and led me away from the wide-eyed family members. Gram Mae didn’t have that determined look in her eyes often. They all knew to get out of her way when she did—everyone, that is, except my mother.

 

 

 

Kathryn M. Hearst is a southern girl with a love of the dark and strange. She has been a storyteller her entire life, as a child, she took people watching to new heights by creating back stories of complete strangers. Besides writing, she has a passion for shoes, vintage clothing, antique British cars, music, musicians and all things musical (including theater). Kate lives in central Florida with her chocolate lab, Jolene; and two rescue pups, Jagger and Roxanne. She is a self-proclaimed nerd, raising a nerdling.

The Order of the Sinistra Dei is her first series and includes titles, Feast of the Epiphany and Feast of Mercy. Kate’s novel, The Spirit Tree, won a publishing contract with Kindle Press through the Kindle Scout contest. Stay tuned for a Christmas novel featuring Tessa Lamar. Her short stories have been published in various anthologies.

Visit Kathryn’s Amazon Author page for more information on currently available titles.

 

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Alexander’s Blood Bride

by Lorelei Moone
Vampires of London, #1
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Cat has never been a social butterfly. The only reason she even agreed to go to the stupid Halloween party was because her friend and room mate Shelly wanted to attend. When she gets spooked upon almost falling into bed with the host, she’s convinced it was all a big mistake. And what’s worse, now people are stalking her wherever she goes!

Alexander Broderick has been hosting his annual Halloween parties for over a century. While his contemporaries use them as an excuse to engage in all kinds of debauchery, his own motives are more benign. He wants to converse, to get a feel for the times they live in through its people. But when Cat walks into his house, he forgets himself and is compelled to seduce her. There’s only one problem: she’s a so-called Blood Bride – a mortal woman whose blood smells so delicious that every vampire in town wants to drain her.

He knows he’s the only one wanting to keep her safe, but can’t act as long as she wants nothing to do with him. And then there’s his own growing hunger to contend with. Can he protect her from the rest of the vampire community, as well as his own lethal cravings?

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ShadowWolfe: Sons of de Wolfe (de Wolfe Pack Book 4) by USA Today and Amazon All-Star best-selling author Kathryn Le Veque.

“Le Veque writes… winning epics….” — Publisher’s Weekly

Publication date: July 27th, 2017

Genre: Medieval Romance

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1272 A.D. – Recovering from a great tragedy that had befallen his family, Scott de Wolfe, eldest son of William de Wolfe and Jordan Scott, has become a career knight with no feeling, no compassion. As a premier knight for Henry III, Scott has been tasked with the management of the massive fortress of Castle Canaan after the death of the castle’s commander. Although it seems like a simple enough task, little does Scott know that the moment he enters this fortress is the moment his life will change… forever.

Lady Avrielle du Rennic is reeling over the death of her husband and she blames de Wolfe for it. Fed by grief, she lashes out at the big knight who has come to take her husband’s place and, eventually, take the fortress. Scott has no patience for the woman in mourning but he stops short of punishing her because she is the mother to three small children. When Scott happens to save one of her children from certain doom, a path of healing and understanding begin for them both but when the king intervenes to take Avrielle and her children away, Scott must fight for what has become precious to him. He cannot stand to lose another family.

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Scott was standing over her, looking down at her head, the infant against her breast, and feeling his heart swell in ways he could hardly comprehend. He came around to the front of her, taking a knee and bringing himself to her eye level. The expression on his face was nothing short of raw as he gazed into her eyes.

“Swear it to me,” he breathed.

She nodded fervently. “I swear it.”

It was all Scott needed to hear. Those three words cemented something into his heart and soul that he would never again lose, cementing faith that he thought he’d lost. Faith that there would be happiness again in his life and faith that there was hope for the future. He thought he’d lost those feelings long ago, but Avrielle had somehow managed to bring them back. The realization nearly overwhelmed him.

As the babe nursed at her breast, Scott brought his hands up, cupping Avrielle’s sweet face. All he did was stare at her for a moment, feeling her soft flesh beneath his hands, hardly believing this moment was upon him. It didn’t seem real. Yet, Avrielle was very real in his hands, her skin warm and delicate in his palms, and those lips he’d admired from afar were calling to him.

This time, he answered the call.

His mouth slanted over hers, warm and gentle, as her scent filled his nostrils, intoxicating him. It was a defining moment for him because it spoke of untold promises, unspoken words, and a future he thought he’d lost. He could taste her sweetness upon his lips and he feasted on her, listening to her soft gasps of pleasure as he suckled her lips.

His kisses grew bolder, more demanding, but he knew this wasn’t the place for such things. This was only the beginning of what was to come and his mouth left hers, kissing her cheeks, her nose, her eyes, before moving down her neck. Gentle kisses rained over that beautiful neck and onto the swell of her beautiful breasts, feeling the soft and gentle skin against his lips.

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Kathryn’s Medieval Romance novels have been called ‘detailed’, ‘highly romantic’, and ‘character-rich’. She crafts great adventures of love, battles, passion, and romance in the High Middle Ages. More than that, she writes for both women AND men – an unusual crossover for a romance author – and Kathryn has many male readers who enjoy her stories because of the male perspective, the action, and the adventure.

 

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