Ex-Op Series by Jessie Lane #SalesBlitz @EJBookPromos @JessieLaneBooks

 

Series Title: Ex Ops Series
Novels: Secret Maneuvers #1 (FREE)
Stripping Her Defenses #2 
Mission Delivery #2.5 
Sweet Agony #3
Sweet Recovery #4
Sweet Eternity #5
Bullets and Bluebonnets #6
Author: Jessie Lane
Genre: Romantic Suspense

 

 

From best-selling author Jessie Lane comes second chance romance with a hint of suspense…
A covert Spec Ops group secretly owned and operated by the United States Department of Defense, and managed by their CIA Handler, ‘Uncle Sam’. An elite group consisting of some of the best the military and government agencies had to offer. This series will focus on the Ex Ops Team as they go to work undercover on various missions, while also trying to maneuver through the emotional landmines of their personal lives. Each book will feature a different couple, but the sub plots will connect from one book to the next. This series is best read in order as each novel becomes available.

 




Some mistakes from the past haunt us forever… unless fate steps in with a second chance.


One ‘Dear John’ letter haunted Bobby Baker’s every living moment. It was the letter he’d stupidly written to his high school sweetheart, Belle, right after he had left to join the Army. The letter in which he’d told her that he wasn’t so sure they were ready for forever yet. Before he could let her know that the letter, and his second thoughts, were nothing more than a mistake, she disappeared from the small Georgia town they had both been raised in.


Fifteen years after the letter, Belle unknowingly walked back into Bobby’s life when her job as an ATF Agent forced her to work with a group of men secretly headed by the CIA to help her track down whoever was involved in funneling black market weapons to a drug cartel in Mexico.

Bobby planned to use this mission to try to soothe Belle’s hurt feelings while proving to her that their love was meant to be forever. He would use every dirty trick he’d learned since he had joined the Army to maneuver her back into his life for the long haul. Belle was not making it easy, though, as she continued to keep him at arm’s length in the hopes that mistakes of her own would never come to light.

He can’t change the scars on her body…


but fate will give him a second chance to mend the scars he put on her heart.


Riley Sullivan and the Ex Ops Team are headed to Miami undercover… as bikers. Following up a lead, the men will perform their investigation acting as members of the Regulators Motorcycle Club with the club’s permission. Surrounded by hardcore bikers and investigating missing strippers, Riley finds the last person he ever expected to see again—his ex-wife.

Kara Sullivan left the man she loved after a tragic accident cost them their unborn son. After years of therapy, she’s come to grips with the loss and has re-emerged from the pain a brand new person. That doesn’t mean she’s ready to face the man who inadvertently broke her heart, and who she’s hurt in return.

Riley has never stopped loving her and he never will. He’s ready to fix their marriage and move on with their lives, however Kara’s reluctance to renew their relationship isn’t their only problem. Danger lurks just around the corner… and there’s a chance she could disappear permanently.


 

 


From Best Selling Author Jessie Lane…


Bobby Baker is a man with new lease on life.

He is engaged to his high school sweetheart, and he is bonding with the fourteen year old son he wasn’t aware of a little less than a year ago.

But there’s more. The love of his life is pregnant with their second child. This time, he’ll be there to witness the birth of one of his children instead of missing out on it.

Or will he?

Belle unexpectedly goes into labor a month early while Bobby is coming off a mission half a world away. Will he be able to make it home in time for the birth of his second child?

Or will he miss this delivery, too?

*Previously published in the back of Ice, Regulators MC #1. This is a short story that should be read after both Secret Maneuvers and Stripping Her Defenses in the Ex Ops Series.*

Beware of falling in love with the boy across the street. 

Disappearing from their dangerous life in Chicago, Ginny and her mother went from riches to rags by way of a new life in the sleepy, rural suburbs of New York. Under the illusion of safety, Ginny blossomed into a beautiful young woman with hopes and dreams for a future her mother was determined she would have.
Lucas Young, her best friend’s oldest brother, was the dashing hero in all of her dreams. The man she fantasized about sweeping her off her feet and giving her the happily ever after she had only heard about in her mother’s fairytales.

Sometimes, reality wasn’t what we wanted it to be, though.


What would happen when Ginny found out Lucas wasn’t her Prince Charming after all? Instead, he was a rough and tumble soldier in extremely tarnished armor who had a propensity to break her heart.Maybe happily ever after wasn’t meant for everyone.




He broke her heart… now he has to pick up the pieces.

Lucas Young met the woman meant for him when they were just children. He spent years pushing the sweet, innocent Ginny away for one reason or another instead of claiming what was his, breaking her heart in the process.
Five years later, he runs into Ginny, only he no longer recognizes the person she has become. The good-hearted, free-spirited girl he loved is now a shell of who she used to be, living the sort of life she never wanted. And Lucas is driven to find out why.


However, uncovering Ginny’s secrets will prove to be dangerous for them both.
Will he be able to piece back the broken woman who used to love him with every fiber of her being? Or did he push her away for good?
Warning: This is the second book (50,000+ word novel) in a three-part serial spin-off from the Ex Ops Series. Each of the three books will feature a piece of Lucas & Ginny’s story and leads directly into the next installment. IN OTHER WORDS, THIS STORY ENDS ON A CLIFFHANGER. Also, be forewarned this story will make you laugh, cry, and possibly throw your e-reader at the wall… AGAIN. <- You’ve been warned.


Roses are red, my life is blue, and the man I love is a fool.


Virginia Wellington has accepted her fate of being a pawn in her father’s criminal underworld games, especially if it keeps the people she loves safe. The problem is Lucas has discovered her secrets and the reason she walked away from him. Now he’s determined to save her, even if she doesn’t want to be saved.

I’m not Prince Charming. I’m the guy who kicked Prince Charming’s ass.
Lucas Young now knows why the woman he’s loved since he was a boy disappeared from his life. It’s time he rescued his angel and showed her once and for all that by his side is exactly where she belongs.

Warning: This is the third (and last) book in a three-part serial spin-off from the Ex Ops Series. Each of the three books will feature a piece of Lucas & Ginny’s story and leads directly into the next installment. IN OTHER WORDS, NO MORE CLIFFHANGER! YIPPEE! Also, be forewarned this story will make you laugh, cry, and possibly throw your e-reader at the wall… more than once! <- You’ve been warned. 😉

From New York Times best-selling author Cristin Harber and best-selling author Jessie Lane comes an exciting collaboration…


What happens when Titan and Ex Ops work together?

Terror has gripped the NYPD. A rogue sniper took out, not only the NYPD’s SWAT snipers and police chief, but several others. Now they must turn to the only person they can trust: Jared Westin and the Titan Group.

There’s only one problem. The Titan Operatives are currently tied up with their own missions.

Unwilling to leave the NYPD hanging, Jared Westin cashes in a favor from Commander Jaxon Wall. Only, Jared doesn’t want to send Jaxon’s Ex Ops Team for the job; he wants to send in someone Jaxon has kept secret: his goddaughter, Billie Jean Beasely, one of the best snipers working for the FBI’s Hostage Rescue Team, if only her male counterparts would let her prove it. The NYC mission could finally give her that chance.

Thing is, Jaxon Wall isn’t willing to send his goddaughter in alone. He wants to send one of his own men to help her. Chase Anderson.

Will Chase turn out to be yet another man who thinks Billie is less of a shot just because she’s a woman? Or will Billie finally meet a man who realizes she loves her bullets as much as bluebonnets?


Jessie Lane is a best-selling author of Paranormal and Contemporary Romance, as well as, Upper YA Paranormal Romance/Fantasy.
She lives in Kentucky with her two little Rock Chicks in-the-making and her over protective alpha husband that she’s pretty sure is a latent grizzly bear shifter. She has a passionate love for reading and writing naughty romance, cliff hanging suspense, and out-of-this-world characters that demand your attention, or threaten to slap you around until you do pay attention to them.
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Drifter by Janine Infante Bosco #ReleaseBlast @EJBookPromos @JanineBosco

Title: Drifter
Series: A Nomad Series Novel Book One
Author: Janine Infante Bosco
Genre: Adult, Contemporary, Erotic, MC, Romantic Suspense
Published: November 8, 2016
Cover Designer: JB’s Cover Obsession Design
Model: Matthew Hosea
Photographer: Wander Pedro Aguiar


Stryker
I’m a drifter. 
A man born to ride through this world alone.
There used to be a time when I thought I was the rescuing type. I enlisted in the Marines and made it my duty—I was going to save lives.
I was going to be a true American hero.
But God had another plan.
Or maybe Satan did.
For everything I touch finds mortality.
I’m no hero.
I’m nothing.
I’m a veteran biker, a former nomad who survived war only to live in hell.
Now I ride with the Satan’s Knights of Brooklyn and I’m drifting into a different kind of chaos.
The kind that revolves around a pretty girl with intoxicating green eyes.
A girl who has the power to turn me inside out.
A girl who doesn’t need anyone to rescue her because she’s her own savior.
Until she’s not.
But a man plagued by war and the devil inside him can never be her hero.
Gina Spinelli

Strong. Independent. Fierce. 
They are the three things I strived to be. 
But sometimes being successful can be lonely. 
Sometimes a girl just wants to be a girl and have someone take care of her. 
Maybe even love her. 
Sometimes the strong become vulnerable. 
Or worse, the victor becomes the victim. 
Sometimes we lose control or in my case it’s stripped from you. 
Defeated. Broken. Haunted. 
They are the three things I have become. 
In my darkest hour I admit defeat. 
In my darkest hour I need one person. 
I need him. 
Stryker.
***NOTE: Contains explicit sexual situations, violence, sensitive subjects, offensive language, and mature topics. Recommended for age 18 years and up. ***

Excerpt – “The ride”: Drifter – A Nomad Series Novel Book One © Copyright All Rights Reserved 2016

That fucking skirt she’s wearing hugs her curves, leaving little to the imagination, and while the view is fucking amazing, she couldn’t be dressed any worse for the ride on the back of my bike. She knew it too and before she followed me out the front door of the swanky steakhouse, she sashayed those hips of hers to the bar. She asked the bartender for a steak knife, handed it to me and asked me to do what every motherfucker in the joint wanted to do—cut the skirt. I traded the serrated blade of the steak knife for the sharp blade I kept in my back pocket and sliced through the stitch behind her knees, extending the slit up the back of the skirt so she could straddle my bike. I’d tear the fucking thing off when it came time for her to straddle me, and just for kicks, maybe I’d cut it off her because fuck me, cutting through the stitching of her skirt had me hard as a rock.
It took every ounce of control I could muster not to let my hands travel under that skirt and sink my fingers deep into her ass cheeks. Instead, I kept my hands on her hips, spun her around and stared up into her eyes. They might be my favorite part of her. After spending most of my time with her fighting not to take in every inch of her body, allowing myself only glimpses so I wouldn’t be distracted by her curves, I became pretty fucking hooked on those eyes. They were a bewitching shade of green.
So fucking rare.
So fucking unique.
So damn pretty.
They had the power to put me in a trance just like her hips that swayed back and forth like a pendulum.
Fuck—everything about her made me want to forget who I am and learn who she is.
The roar of my engine purrs, distracting me from her perfect face and I see the parking attendant pull my bike up in front of us. I hand him the ticket, pay the fee and turn around to Gina, watching as she bites down on her plump bottom lip and assesses my Harley.
Throwing a leg over my bike, I grab the helmet dangling off one of the handlebars and offer it to her.
“Still want that ride?” I ask when she doesn’t take the helmet and continues to stare at the bike. I don’t see any hesitation when her eyes lock with mine and a smile spreads across her sensual mouth—a mouth made for a man to dream of when he’s lonely.
“You bet your ass I do,” she says, closing the distance between us as she braces her hand on my shoulder and straddles the bike. She fits the helmet to her head and adjusts the chin strap as I glance down at her five-inch spiked heels and shake my head. She didn’t belong on the back of a motorcycle, she belonged sprawled out on leather seats in the back of a limo with the divider rolled up and me between her legs.  
We were night and day. She was beauty and class and I was nothing, a shell of a man left broken and tormented from war, fresh out of prison, an outlaw—yet, here we were and neither of us seemed to give a fuck.

Janine Infante Bosco lives in New York City, she has always loved reading and writing. When she was thirteen, she began to write her own stories and her passion for writing took off as the years went on. At eighteen, she even wrote a full screenplay with dreams of one day becoming a member of the Screen Actors Guild.

Janine writes emotionally charged novels with an emphasis on family bonds, strong willed female characters, and alpha male men who will do anything for the women they love. She loves to interact with fans and fellow avid romance readers like herself.

She is proud of her success as an author and the friendships she’s made in the book community but her greatest accomplishment to date would be her two sons Joseph and Paul.

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Take Back My Heart by Aubree Valentine #SalesBlitz @AValentine1411

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Fourteen
years ago, Connor Matheson walked away from the one person who owned him, heart
and soul. He had convinced himself he’d come back for her one day, but when he
found out she was keeping a secret from him, it only kept him away. When his
grandmother died, leaving him to handle her estate, Connor was forced back to
his hometown, where his heart remained.
Lauren
Delaney-Forbes was doing just fine on her own. She had a little boy, whom she
loved more than life itself, and spent her days at a job that she enjoyed. Her
dreams of marriage and happily ever after dissolved when she found her
ex-husband in bed with another woman. Convinced her heart couldn’t handle
another heartbreak, she focused on being a mom and giving Eliot her all.
Until
Connor showed up and flipped her world upside down.
Could
he convince her that their love deserved a second chance or would she take back
her heart, leaving him in the past?
Aubree Valentine is stay-at-home mom to boy/girl twins, married to her high school sweetheart and avid believer in fairy tales.

 

When she’s not busy chasing her kids or her fur babies she can be found curled up with a good book or writing.

 

She got her start in the Indie community as a PA for a handful of other fabulous authors. Working behind the scenes fueled her desire to publish her own work.

 

She’s a die hard Tennessee Titans fan even though she resides in Pennsylvania and her hubs roots for the Baltimore Ravens.

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GOOD GIRL by Lauren Layne #SalesBlitz @TastyBookTours @_LaurenLayne

“a delicious bite of Southern seduction with chemistry that sizzles.” 
Rebecca Yarros
GOOD GIRL
a Love Unexpectedly novel
Lauren Layne
Released May 17th, 2016
Loveswept
New York Times BESTSELLER • Lauren Layne brings all the unpredictable heat
of Blurred Lines to
an all-new cast of characters! Country music’s favorite good girl is hiding
away from the world—only to find herself bunking with a guy who makes her want
to be a little bad.

 
Jenny Dawson moved to Nashville to write music,
not get famous. But when her latest record goes double platinum, Jenny’s
suddenly one of the town’s biggest stars—and the center of a tabloid scandal
connecting her with a pop star she’s barely even met. With paparazzi tracking
her every move, Jenny flees to a remote mansion in Louisiana to write her next
album. The only hiccup is the unexpected presence of a brooding young caretaker
named Noah, whose foul mouth and snap judgments lead to constant bickering—and
serious heat.

 
Noah really should tell Jenny that he’s Preston
Noah Maxwell Walcott, the owner of the estate where the feisty country singer
has made her spoiled self at home. But the charade gives Noah a much-needed
break from his own troubles, and before long, their verbal sparring is
indistinguishable from foreplay. But as sizzling nights give way to quiet
pillow talk, Noah begins to realize that Jenny’s almost as complicated as he
is. To fit into each other’s lives, they’ll need the courage to face their
problems together—before the outside world catches up to them.

Noah

“What time did you say this chick was arriving?” Finn asks around his cigarette.

“Tomorrow morning,” I say, rapping my toe against a funny-looking floorboard and wincing when it buckles.

“Huh.” Finn exhales and looks out the window.

I know that tone. “What?”

“Seems she might have gotten here early,” he says, a second before the quiet afternoon erupts with the sound of my dog losing his mind, mingled with the shrill piercing yap of a much smaller dog.

“Seriously?”

Finn shrugs and nods. “There’s a girl outside.”

“Shit,” I mutter as I head toward the stairs, dodging the two broken ones.

Ranger’s about as good a dog as they come, wouldn’t hurt a fly. But he’s a big dog with a big bark, and one serious weakness: gleefully humping smaller dogs. He’s a rescue, and though he was fixed after they brought him in, he’d already gone through canine puberty, or whatever. He’s still got the fierce urge to hump, although it’s more habit than hormones.

I exit out the front door just in time to see my big brown Lab leap forward, his clumsy paws finding the shoulders of a blond girl who lets out a shriek, holding a cat above her head like that scene from The Lion King.

“Ranger, no! Down.”

I run forward, my hand finding the collar of my dog and yanking him backward as I search the ground to find the source of the small-dog barks still piercing the air.

Then I register that the sound is coming from above, and realize . . .

The cotton ball isn’t a cat.

That orange piece of fluff is a dog, and Ranger is apparently in love.

“What the heck is wrong with your dog?” the girl says as she slowly lowers the puffball from over her head, cradling the hideous little monster against her chest as it continues its high-pitched bloody-murder yips.

“At least my dog is actually a dog,” I say, staring in horror at the pointy face of a canine that could fit in one of my hands. “I’ve seen dust bunnies bigger than that thing.”

“Dolly’s a Pomeranian,” she says, setting a hand on top of the monster’s head. “She’s supposed to be this tiny.”

“Well, Ranger’s a Lab. He’s supposed to be this normal.

“He attacked me,” she says, giving Ranger a wary look as his tongue hangs out the side of his mouth, his eyes locked lovingly on Dolly.

“He didn’t want you, he wanted the . . . dog,” I say, forcing myself to acknowledge that the creature in her hands might be part of the canine family.

“For what, dinner?”

I don’t respond, because now that the crisis is averted, I’ve managed to shift my attention from the dogs to the girl, and . . .

Holy shit.

I’m not sure I’ve ever been sucker-punched by equal waves of lust and disdain before.

Jenny Dawson is hot as hell.

I knew that going in, but up close she’s even more mouthwatering. Her white skirt is short and tight, her legs long and toned.

She’s wearing some billowing pink top, so I can’t get a good look at what’s happening there, but it doesn’t really matter. I’ve always been a legs man, and I can’t stop looking.

The legs are a 10.

The face is a 10.

And the long blond hair spilling over one shoulder definitely begs to be spread over a man’s pillow. My pillow.

And yet even as my cock says yes, my brain is saying hell no.

Gorgeous as she is, she screams diva from the pink toenails to the sky-high stiletto sandals and all the way up to the carefully made-up face.

I just turned my entire life upside down trying to get away from a woman exactly like this one, so this is definitely a look, don’t touch situation.

But I’m looking. I’m definitely looking.

 

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In
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Empires and Kings by A.C. Bextor #BookBlast @ACBextor @EJBookPromos

Title: Empires and Kings
Author: A.C. Bextor
Genre: Dark Romance/Mafia
Release Date: January 16, 2017


I was known only as the traitor’s daughter.
When I was five years old, my father was tortured, branded with the letter “Z,” then left for dead. The grueling punishment for his crime was a reminder to all others who dared threaten the Russian’s reign.

I was the young girl left behind. A living piece of the traitorous puzzle the Russian leader tried so diligently to ignore.

Until I grew up. No longer could he deny how much my existence had always been intertwined with his. And in order to survive the life I was thrown into, I was forced to learn my place inside of it.

Vlad Zalesky was a tyrant to the lost.

I hated him.

He was a terror of mass destruction.
I was afraid of him.

He was a tormentor of the weak.
But not far beneath the venomous man’s outward indifference was something else.
Vlad Zalesky carried secrets of unrestrained burden. He carried them like cruel blades. I wanted to know those secrets.

And because of my decisions, someone in our family had to pay.

“5 Jaw Dropping Stars! Wow!!!! AC Bextor just punched me in the heart with so many different emotions; Sadness, anger, hurt, laughter, kindness, love, meaning of family, and REVENGE!!!!” ~5 Star Goodreads Review by Tammy

“HOLY CHRIST ON A CRACKER was this book GOOD…” ~Between the Bookends

“A.C. Bextor has took this story to the darkest places imaginable and left me wanting more. Every single tear, every drop of blood shed, every embrace, every moment, I loved it.” ~5 Star Goodreads Review by Julie

She said my name. She said it as a woman, not a child. No longer am I the monster Vee I once was, but a man she came here to find.

If Klara were to attempt an escape, I wouldn’t let her. I couldn’t. A woman as beautiful as she is, as smart and perceptive, must have already come to this foregone conclusion.
The moment she willingly stepped foot inside this cabin, Klara became the helpless prey to my animalistic desire.

The startled lamb caught in the ravenous lion’s den.

The heuristic angel imprisoned within the arms of the demoralizing devil.

She’ll no longer be a young woman, lost amidst a carnal world of men who look at her as they do, want her as they desire. No one will ever touch her as long as she’s in my bed. For as long as this is to last, she’ll only ever submit to me. The power in this knowledge is my undoing.
“Vlad,” she whispers again, her voice tense and shaky.
Ignoring what could be her second thoughts, my hand trails down her thigh. With the hem of her dress within my reach, I pull it up and slide my fingers beneath it. She gasps, her eyes widening in surprise as I push the material aside, aiming for the soft flesh.

“You do this to me,” I seethe, thrusting myself against her and closing my eyes to maintain control.
Prying apart her thighs, I fist the scrap of material between them and viciously yank it from her body. Klara cries out, her neck arching, and her eyes slamming shut.

“This is what you came here for,” I taunt, roughly covering her sex before thrusting a single finger inside. Her body pulsates upon invasion and this time she doesn’t gasp—she sighs.

“Vlad,” she whispers.

Reaching through the tight space between us, Klara slides her hands down my stomach until finding purchase on my aching cock, her caress so light I jolt in place.
The feel of her touch is nearly painful

The faint mist of her breath on my lips begs for me to taste her.

The familiar scent of lilacs once again ruins all my resolve.

Covering her mouth with my own, I swallow her sharp moan and thrust myself farther into her small hand, forcing her to touch all of me.
“Spread your legs,” I instruct, reveling in the inexperience of her play.
Once again my name crosses her lips. This time she says it as she never has before—with the passion of a woman thirsting for gratification.
“Offer yourself to me, Klara.”

Klara does as I’ve asked. Without hesitating, she positions me at her entrance. In one long and furious drive, I push forward, finding purchase inside her warm, tight, wet center.

Biting down, she clenches her teeth and gasps for air. Her neck arches, unintentionally ripping her mouth from mine.

“Look at me,” I clip, pulling out of her only to slide back in with more force than before.

When she doesn’t do as I’ve told her, I reach up to gather a handful of hair. Before unintentionally causing her pain, I stop and take in a needed breath.

My voice softens as I direct, “My beautiful girl, give me your eyes.”

Klara drops her chin where her face stills below mine. Our eyes meet. Our breaths mix together. Our bodies rouse in sync. Finally, all the answers to all the questions I’ve ever asked about Klara are answered.
I was meant to have her.
AC Bextor lives in a small town in the Midwest. When she’s not writing she can be found reading or watching her favorite sports teams. She enjoys spending time outside fishing, swimming, or camping.

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