Thursday, February 28, 2019

Can't Text This by Teagan Hunter #audioreleaseblitz


We are so excited to be sharing the audiobook release of Teagan Hunter's CAN'T TEXT THIS! CAN'T TEXT THIS is a laugh-out-loud funny single dad romcom and you don't want to miss it!

 

About CAN'T TEXT THIS

"Hi Monty. Wanna see my python?"
That's how I ended up in the bathroom of some dive bar with a stranger.
Me, Monty Andrews, the quintessential virgin girl next door.
I was so out of my element, but there was no denying our explosive attraction, even via text.
Commence Operation Bang Each Other Out of Our Systems, because that was all it was--unfinished business.
I had no intention of falling back into the sheets with the tattooed, muscly, dirty-in-the-best-kind-of-way single dad over and over again...but I did.
Everything was going great--until we discovered I was his son's teacher.

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About TEAGAN HUNTER

TEAGAN HUNTER is a Missouri-raised gal, but currently lives in North Carolina with her US Marine husband, where she spends her days begging him for a cat. She survives off coffee, pizza, and sarcasm. When she’s not writing, you can find her binge-watching various TV shows, especially Supernatural and One Tree Hill. She enjoys cold weather, buys more paperbacks than she’ll ever read, and never says no to brownies. For more information, please visit www.teaganhunterwrites.com. Website | Facebook | Reader Group | Twitter | Instagram | Book+Main | Pinterest | Amazon | Goodreads | BookBub

Wednesday, February 27, 2019

Love On High Steel Bridge By Rebecca Rohman #Review #BlogTour


About Love On High Steel Bridge

Author: Rebecca Rohman
Release Date: February 26, 2019
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Romantic Suspense
Approximate Number of Pages/Words: 500/146,000
Format: Ebook & Paperback



Synopsis

Captain Dorian Rae is a wounded soul who gets his greatest pleasures from being in the great outdoors and soaring the skies. When he has a life-changing encounter with a beauty on Washington State’s High Steel Bridge, he never anticipates that one meeting would have an enduring effect on him and change their worlds forever.

But fate seems determined to throw them together when she repeatedly shows up not only in his dreams but also in reality, and in his past when he finds out that she played a role in the death of his best friend.

When a seemingly impossible friendship develops between the two, the lines between friendship and romantic relationship become blurred and Dorian’s efforts to stay out of a relationship—especially with a woman with such a tattered past―comes into question.

While her past catches up with their present, and disapproving family and friends enter the mix, the already deep-seated conflict that at first kept these two people apart, now threatens to break them up forever.

Love On High Steel Bridge will take you through high altitudes and to some devastating lows. If you like suspense, steamy love scenes and unexpected plot twists, come with Captain Rae as he flies the skies on this riveting journey.



Excerpt - Their First Encounter...

“Don’t jump,” I plead with the woman teetering on the edge of the rail of High Steel Bridge, Washington. She’s close to falling three hundred plus feet to her death.

She swiftly turns to me, a blackened stream of tears leaks from her beautiful, emerald eyes.

An explosion erupts in my chest as I get near her. “Whatever it is, you’ll get through it, but it’s not worth your life.”

I take a step closer, hoping to get nearer in case she ignores my appeal.

“I have nothing left,” she cries. “I’ve hurt and lost my family and everyone I care about. My kids hate me. All I’ve done is cause everyone heartache and pain. I have nothing to live for…I have nothing to offer them…they’d all be better off without me.”

“I doubt that’s true.”

She looks down and for a second, I think she’s going to jump.

“Please don’t!” I step closer to her and stretch out my hand. “Please. My name is Dorian—Dorian Rae. Please, let me help you.”

“You don’t know me…you don’t want to know me,” she sobs. “I’m a horrible person. I’ve done horrendous things and I’ve hurt innocent people, and no matter what I do, I could never, ever fix it. I could never give back what I took from them. No matter what I do, I will never make it right. Everyone would be better off if I weren’t here.”

Sweat trickles down my brow as I try to figure out what to say to this woman to stop her from taking her life.

I make another attempt. “I’m here. And if you’d like someone to talk to, I’d be willing to listen.” I slowly step closer to her. If I lunged forward, I could probably grab her wrist, but I don’t want to startle her with sudden movements and cause her to fall over.

I stretch my palm toward her. “Take my hand. Let’s give this another try. I’ll listen. I’m here to help you. Or maybe there’s someone else you’d prefer I call?”

“No. I’d be doing them all a favor if I were out of their lives. Thanks for trying to help…but this would be best for everyone. If I’m gone, I can’t hurt anyone—I can’t cause any more pain.”

“Look, I understand things are rough but please…”

She looks me in the eye. “I’m sorry.”

The gushing waterfall below fills the air accompanied by her sobs. She slightly lifts one of her feet as if to step to her death when I leap toward her, grab her wrist and pull her off the railing and into my arms where we both crash onto the road.

Finally.

I breathe.

I sit with this woman in my arms where for minutes her sobs echo through the clean air as she clutches onto me tightly and bawls. My shoulders relax as I hold her.

It then occurs to me that I’ve never seen someone in such intense pain although I can relate to it.

My chest clenches as I hold her in my arms and in some way, though I know nothing of her troubles, I feel this inexplicable connection to her and find myself relating to her pain.

“It’s going to be okay,” I whisper, gently stroking her long, jet-black hair. “You’ll make it through this. I’ve been there. I know it’s hard but give it some time.”

As I comfort her, a black and pink backpack catches my attention on the sidewalk. It matches her shoes so it must be hers. It looks like she’d been hiking. However, would she be hiking alone in such a secluded area? If she came up here for the sole purpose of killing herself, why bring camping gear?

“I’m sorry.” She backs away from my hold. “Thanks for your help.”

She rises to her feet, picks up her bag and walks toward the other side of the bridge where cars are parked.

“Wait.” I run to catch up with her. “Let me get you some help or take you to a hospital.”

“I’ll be fine. Thanks,” she responds still in tears.

My fear that she’ll try this again prompts me to hold her wrist. “You shouldn’t be alone. Let me help you. If you like, I’ll stay with you while you call a friend or a family member, or I can take you to the nearest hospital myself.”

“I don’t know you—”

“My name is Dorian Rae.” I slip my hands into my pocket, pull out my wallet, retrieve my driver’s license and my airline ID and show it to her.

Through her tears, she looks at it, then me in silence but does not respond.

“Look, I will not leave you here alone. Either we call someone you’re close to or you let me take you to the hospital. Otherwise, I’ll call the police. And I doubt I’ll get a signal up here so that leaves you with only one option. Come on, you shouldn’t be alone.”

I take her backpack from her hand and extend my open palm toward her. “Let me help you. Please.”

Hesitantly, she stretches out her hand to meet mine while soft sobs leave her lips.

“Did you drive up here?”

She nods.

“Well, I’ll take you to the hospital and we’ll worry about getting your car after.”

She murmurs a soft okay when we arrive at the parking area.

“May I ask your name? If you’re uncomfortable, you don’t have to tell me.”

She looks down and shakes her head as silent tears continue down her cheeks.

There are three vehicles here including mine. I open the door on the passenger side to allow her into my car, slip our backpacks into the backseats and take pictures of the remaining two vehicles before I get into the seat beside her. If she’s not comfortable telling me her name, I doubt she would want to tell me which of the two vehicles she owns.

I start the ignition and turn to her. “It’s okay. I’m going to take you to the nearest hospital. If there is anything else I can do for you, let me know, okay?”

Looking down, she nods in acknowledgment.

We drive along the wooded and sometimes barren road mostly in silence. The occasional sniffling from her tears are the only sounds invading the quiet air.

The late afternoon sun is leaving for the day. Fifteen minutes later, when I get to US Highway 101, a signal comes through on my cell phone and I find out the nearest hospital is fifteen minutes away.

She stays in the car when I pull up to the emergency room.

Is she scared?

After the last hour, I could only imagine that she might be. I tell the first nurse I see why she’s here. However, when I explain that I don’t know her, not even her name, they tell me they’ll take it from there.

The nurse walks out with a wheelchair to my vehicle and helps her out.

“Would you like me to stay with you?” I ask.

“No, thank you,” she whispers. “You’ve done enough.”

“We’ll handle it,” the nurse says to me.

I grab her bag from the back seat and hand it to her along with my business card. “If you ever need anyone to talk to, please call me.”

She whispers a soft, “Thank you.”

I watch the nurse wheel her away until she disappears from my view.

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MY THOUGHTS

I am a fan of Rebecca Rohman.  I have read all her books so far and I actually own most of them in paperback as well because I have loved her writing and because I know I will be reading all her books again and again in the near future.

Love On High Steel Bridge is a roller coaster of a ride that gives you all the feels.  This story got my full attention from the very beginning . 

If you are looking for a fantastic book that will give you all the feels, then I highly recommend this one. 

I am giving this book a 5 out of 5. 



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Rebecca Rohman is a wife and designer currently living in the northeastern United States. She was a sales manager for a tourist magazine, and for many years prior, she was involved in marketing for a jewelry company and fine wine distributor.

About fifteen years ago, she started writing her first romance novel purely to entertain herself. In early 2012, she decided to complete and release it. Since then, she has released five additional novels including Love On High Steel Bridge and three novellas. Love On High Steel Bridge is her ninth release.


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Titles By Rebecca Rohman


Although Rebecca Rohman’s novels standalone, they can be read together because they share the same characters. The novellas are follow-up books to the full-length novels. They’re listed below in the order they were released in case you’d like to read them together.

Translating The Tides (Standalone)

Love On The Pacific Shores Series

Love, Lies & The D.A.
Love M.D.
A Problematic Love
Love, Lies & A Bleu Christmas (Novella)
The Painful Side of Love (Novella)
Love On High Steel Bridge

The Uncorked Series

Uncorked
Unravel – An Uncorked Novella

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Sweet Fatality by Desireé Adele #ExcerptReveal

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NA Contemporary Romance/Sports Romance
Stand Alone
Designed by: Melissa Panio-Petersen

Blurb:
Everyone loves a hot, broody jock, right? The kind who’s stare sets your body on fire and all common sense flies out the window?

Well, not this girl.

Sure, Keith Montgomery has the looks, but in his case, beauty is only skin deep. He’s egotistical, obnoxious and the most shallow person I’ve ever met.

And I’m his new roommate.

Turns out we were both desperate.

But that’s where our commonalities end. He’s indecisive where I’m sensible, chaotic where I’m organized. So why do I ache for those minutes alone with him?

I’m not the type of girl who likes to get burned, but suddenly the idea of playing with Fire is getting harder to resist.

Excerpt:
Sunday morning rolls in with bright sunlight beaming through the open blinds of the far bedroom window. My new bedroom. It's fairly sparse, with a beat up dresser, a nightstand and desk tucked into the corner by the closet. Not a single one of them match and likely came from a consignment shop, but rather than curl at distaste, I beam brightly at the opportunity to refinish these and make them look brand-spanking new and make a mental note to stop by a hardware store sometime this week to pick up some supplies. Of course, I’m on a limited budget, so I’ll need to do some serious penny pinching to get the project done.

Before I pull back the solid black comforter, I take a moment to just sit and revel in the ensuing silence of the small place. It was never this quiet at the sorority house. Girls were up at the crack of dawn and the house would bustle with the sounds of hairdryers and heels clicking against the hardwood floors. I never needed to set an alarm when I was there. But, here, it’s so peaceful you could hear a pin drop, needless to say, living in a house full of people is incredibly overrated. 

Peeling back the covers, I take a moment to stretch before rising from the bed and walking over to the small full length mirror by the dresser. My hair is a tangled mess that would be a suitable home for a family of flamboyant rats and I’m still wearing the same clothes I wore yesterday since my bags are still tucked away in the trunk of the car. I slip the spare hair tie off my wrist and pull my hair back into a messy bun, trying to ignore the fire break of brown root peeking through the pink.

Task number two, purchase hair dye. 

Smoothing down my crinkled blouse, I do a quick sniff check just to be in the safe side and head to the door and swing it open, but wind up tripping over a pile of bags sitting directly in front of my door. 

“You know, someone should really put you in a bubble.” A familiar husky voice declares. 

I crane my head upwards and come nose to nose with Keith’s crotch hidden behind a burgundy colored towel that is tied in a knot by the right side of his hip. Or nose to crotch, I guess is more accurate.

My eyes trail up and linger at the sharply cut V of his torso. The arrow to happy town as Bianca likes to call it. I, however, can’t even begin to find a nickname for it since I’ve never seen one in the flesh. Not nearly as defined, anyway. 

Oh, and the term “washboard abs"? Yeah, that’s a thing, because I’m staring at them, right now. Each fucking abdominal muscle is chiseled like some brilliant artist carved them out of bronzed marble and I have to bite my eager tongue before it decides to lick and trace every hard line that leads up to his broad chest and cut shoulders. 

When my eyes finally reach Keith’s There’s a wicked gleam shimmering in those gem colored irises. He knows damn well how fine he is. 

“Since I got a peak of yours, last night, I’ll be more than happy to show you my assets. In the interest of fairness and all.” He says smugly. 

His hand closes around the knot of the towel and I scramble to my feet. “Don’t you dare untie that towel!” 

I throw my hand over my eyes because if I get another look at his bare torso, the overwhelming urge to tear away the terry cloth with my teeth will no doubt shred every ounce of resistance I have against him. 

I jut my hand out in an attempt to feel around for the walls of the hallway, concentrating on keeping my fingers tightly sealed over my hungry eyes and end up slapping my palm over a slab of hard, heated flesh. 

“Oh my God, will you just get out of here!” I shout as I yank my hand back and start flapping it wildly as though burned. Which isn’t entirely far from what had just happened. 

The deep rumble of his chuckle echoes through the hall and damn the human body for only having two arms instead of four so I could protect my ears from the hypnotic sound. 

Strong hands grasp my shoulders, gently turning me to the left and gives me a slight nudge into the direction of the staircase. 

I remove my hand from my face when I feel safe enough and rush down the stairs as Keith calls down after me.

“Just so ya know, the offer is always open.”



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Stand Alone
Designed by: Melissa Panio-Petersen

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Blurb:
Old hurt runs deep…

After she left, I was given a second chance at life thanks to my savior and adoptive father. A chance I refused to waste. Determined to be invincible, I became a true fighter in every sense of the word. Nothing and no one would get in my way.

Not even the guy who sat behind me in class.

Zack Graves had the entire world in his hands. A promising hockey career and the confidence and gorgeous looks that had every girl throwing themselves at his feet.

Except me. I was only too happy to wipe the smirk off his face while tossing him on his smug behind.

And he kept coming back for more.

I kept my scars hidden until Zack managed to trace the lines straight to a place I fought to keep guarded.

Zack was fighting his own immortality, his own scars becoming visible the closer we got. He challenged my guard at every turn forcing me to fight harder, only to realize he would be my undoing.

But some wounds refuse to heal.


About the Author:

Author Desiree Adele grew up with a passion for all things literature.

Upon discovering the world of indie romance, Desiree found her tribe and started her journey as a blogger and booktuber, eventually turning her attention to her lifelong aspiration of becoming an author.

Aside from losing herself in a good book, she enjoys listening to progressive metal, working out, and cooking.

Desiree currently resides in Connecticut with her husband and young son, who serve as her biggest inspirations in her writing journey.


Tuesday, February 26, 2019

Lost And Found by Lexi Blake #ReleaseBlitz

 
   

Owen Shaw and his “brothers” lost everything, their entire existence erased. Science had robbed he and all the Lost Boys of their memories and their past, but not their future. Hunted by every intelligence agency in the world, they are focused on two goals: find a cure for what was done to them and ensure that the technology that ruined their lives doesn’t get out into the world. Rebecca Walsh might be the key to achieving both. Owen has been studying her closely, living in her building, and he cannot resolve how such a beautiful, giving woman could have helped design the evil process that destroyed his past. Dr. Rebecca Walsh has dedicated her life to researching the secrets of the mind. Her atmospheric rise in her field was fueled by the horror of watching her mother’s agonizing journey into madness at the hands of a disease with no cure. She vowed to never rest until she finds it. But obsession takes a heavy toll, and when Owen moves into her building she realizes how much of her life she has missed out on. Owen opens her eyes to a whole new world, filled with joy, laughter, and possibly love. Owen and Rebecca grow closer, unraveling more about each other and the mysteries surrounding her connection to Hope McDonald. As the sinister forces working against the Lost Boys descend on Toronto, secrets long buried are uncovered that could shatter the bonds holding the Lost Boys together and cost Rebecca her life.

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 “Becca.” Owen’s voice was low. “Concentrate on me, on our conversation. You’ve done incredibly well. You’ve been able to hold it off, but this has gone on far longer than you ever should have been expected to handle it. This elevator is tight. I feel it, too, but we can hold off the anxiety together.” She doubted very much the man in front of her was anxious. He looked solid, like the kind of man who took whatever came his way and simply dealt with it. He wouldn’t have needed two freaking years to figure out what he wanted. He would have signed his divorce papers and moved on, not hiding in his work. It struck her forcibly that she might never have met a man like Owen Shaw. Her childhood had been fairly sheltered. She’d constantly been surrounded by intellectuals, men and women who were far more concerned with their work than anything else. The ground beneath her shifted and the elevator dropped what felt like ten feet, but she knew in her head it was mere inches. Her heart rate tripled, and she grabbed on to the closest thing she could—him. His arms went around her, holding her up, and she heard it. He was so tall that her head naturally rested on his chest, and she could hear his heart beating in rapid time. He was nervous. The phone rang and Owen cursed, reaching out to grab it. The shaft was so small, he didn’t have to let her go to grasp it. “What the bloody hell is happening, Colin?” She could hear his voice over the line. “Sorry. So sorry. We had to lower the shaft the tiniest bit. I should have warned you. It’s not going to fall. Just needed to reposition to get to the problem. Not long now. Another half an hour or so and I’ll have you right out of there.” “If you do that again, do you know what I’m going to do to you, Colin?” There was a pause over the line and she could practically hear Colin’s gulp. “Write my father a tersely worded letter of complaint?” “No, I’m going to pull your heart out through your throat and then I’ll shove it back up your arse.” “You sound very much like Liam Neeson in that movie.” “Liam Neeson is Irish. I’m a Scot. I assure you what I’ll do to you will make you run into Liam Neeson’s arms and beg him to save you.” He reached back and hung up the phone with a resounding clang. His arm went back around her. “It’s going to be all right. They’ll move faster now. So you’ve taken a sabbatical from men.” She breathed him in, loving how he smelled. Were men supposed to smell so good? She could feel herself relax as he held her. She’d known him for three hours. She shouldn’t let him hold her like this. And why the fuck not? Because it wasn’t smart? Because he might think she wanted something she shouldn’t? She was human. Why shouldn’t she want him? Because society told her that good girls didn’t make out with guys they’d just met in an elevator? Society sucked, and she wasn’t a good girl. When her husband had tried to put his name on her work, she’d told him to fuck off and write his own paper. When he’d cheated on her, she’d walked away. She was single. God, was he single? She stepped back. “What’s wrong?” Owen asked. “Do you have a girlfriend?” His lips curled up in the sweetest grin, as though he knew exactly why she was asking that question. “No, love. I don’t have a girlfriend and I don’t have a wife.” He was single. She was single. The moment lengthened between them. He stepped back. “I’m sorry. I’m coming on way too strong.” He wasn’t. He’d been gentlemanly, friendly. Up until the last couple of moments, he hadn’t put a hand on her or leered. She could feel his attraction. It was there in the warm way he looked at her, in the set of his shoulders, relaxed earlier and tense now that he’d touched her. He was thinking about the same thing she was. “I’m very nervous, Owen. My logical mind knows that it’s far more likely for me to die getting hit by lightning than in an elevator, even one that’s stuck.” Unfortunately, her logical mind was slowly losing control of her dumbass lizard brain. “Will talking help?” Owen asked. “Because I’m willing to do that. Or whatever you need to take your mind off things.” There was a wealth of promise in those words. Dirty and sweet at the same time. They’d shared her wine, passing it back and forth between them, her lips touching the same place his had been moments before. When she’d drank after him, she’d thought about kissing him. It had been too long. Two years was way too long to go without sex. They had a half an hour or so. At least that’s what Colin—who might be murdered soon by Owen Shaw—said. She even thought his name was sexy. What exactly would it hurt if she did kiss him? If she touched him and let him touch her? Hell, what would it hurt if she fucked him? They were both single, both a little needy. They had some time to kill. They’d done everything else. “I would like to kiss you.” If he didn’t want her to, he could say no and they could find something else to do. She wasn’t going to be embarrassed because some guy didn’t want her. Some stunningly gorgeous guy. Some really funny, sexy guy. After all, she wouldn’t see him after this. She’d never seen him before. He’d told her he was moving in, but she went into work early and came home late. He was a bodyguard, so he likely worked odd hours and traveled a lot. He was safe. She could open that door, enjoy herself, and then close it again. Owen Shaw could be her first really good memory in a long time, the start of many because it was time to get serious about finding some joy and balance in her life. But only if he wanted some joy, too. He moved back, placing his back against the elevator wall, the sweetest smile lighting up his face. “You have no idea how much I want you to kiss me. I’m right here, love. Do your worst.” He was letting her make the first move. And probably the second. And the third. He was obviously a careful man. It would be easier if he took over, but he was right. This needed to be her choice, and she had to make the move. She’d been the girl who’d told her parents at the age of five that kindergarten was boring and she wanted to move through the grades until she found something challenging. When they’d told her they wanted her to slow down and enjoy her childhood, she’d gone on strike until the teachers at her school begged her parents to let them move her up. She was the girl who’d put it all on hold to take care of her mother, too. She wasn’t the girl who didn’t take what she wanted, and she wanted Owen Shaw. “It’s been a long time since I did this.” But her body was already heating up. Her body remembered. Her marriage might have sucked, but the sex had been fairly good. It had been the reason she’d married him. She’d gotten used to regular, good sex. She’d get used to it again, just on her terms this time. “Somehow, I think you’ll remember,” he said. “You play all you like. Stop when you want to.” She’d been right about him. He was a careful man. “And if I don’t want to stop?” “Then you should be happy I’m a man who believes in being prepared.”

          NY Times and USA Today bestselling author Lexi Blake lives in North Texas with her husband, three kids, and the laziest rescue dog in the world. She began writing at a young age, concentrating on plays and journalism. It wasn’t until she started writing romance and urban fantasy that she found the stories of her heart. She likes to find humor in the strangest places and believes in happy endings no matter how odd the couple, threesome, or foursome may seem.

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Monday, February 25, 2019

My Favorite Cowboy by Donna Grant #Review

*I received an eARC of this for my honest review* 



Audrey Martinez is a veterinarian who has devoted her whole life to the care and protection of horses―even if doing so leaves her little time for meeting a man. Who would have thought that a strange case of criminal horseplay would lead her to falling deeply, wildly in love? If only the man who makes her heart race faster than a wild mustang would let his guard down, that is. . .

Caleb Harper is no ordinary cowboy. Sure, he wears his hat, boots, and jeans like a second skin, and displays an easygoing charm that comes from years of working on the ranch. But with his military background, and Army buddies at his side, he is tried-and-true Texas tough. Audrey knows she can trust a man like Caleb to help her save horses. But can Caleb trust himself to resist his attraction to Audrey―or will the sparks of their desire end up getting them burned?
 


MY THOUGHT

I read this as soon as I received the eARC last year because everything Donna Grant writes I just can't wait to read them as soon as I  get them.

As you all probably already know, I have been a huge fan of Donna Grant's books for a few years now and I have reviewed many of her books.   

Anyway, My Favorite Cowboy is book 3 in the Heart of Texas series and I have to say that I have loved this book and this series and yes I loved this book so much.  The story is well done and I love Caleb and Audrey together.  

If you are looking for a good Romantic suspense book I do highly recommend this series.  It is best to read the first and second book first I think.  

I do highly recommend this. 

I give this 5 out of 5.

My Favorite Cowboy by Donna Grant will be available online and in stores near you February 26th, 2019. 

Sunday, February 24, 2019

When August Ends by Penelope Ward #ReleaseDayBlitz

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Synopsis:

What do you do when a sexy, older man moves into your family’s summer rental? Well, apparently, you make a fool of yourself—over and over. Things didn’t exactly get off on the right foot with Noah Cavallari. Our first encounter was embarrassing, to say the least. But despite that, I found myself waking up every day with a newfound energy. Nothing exciting ever happened on the lake—not until Noah moved into the small boathouse on our property. He’d booked it for the entire summer…and I was still trying to figure out why. When my mother became ill, I inherited the responsibility of making sure our guests were well taken care of. I should have been in college. Instead, I was living my best life…as a maid. Dark, handsome, and mysterious, everything about Noah screamed forbidden. I knew he was just passing through town for the summer. I knew he was probably too old for me. Yet, I was drawn to him. Not to mention, he tried to save my life when he mistakenly thought I was drowning. I wanted him and made no secret of it. His own attempts to warn me away soon gave way to late-night moonlight chats by the lake. We were slowly easing into a friendship that was gearing up to explode into something I might not recover from. Because he’s leaving at the end of the summer. And I have no idea what I’ll do when August ends.

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Penelope Ward is a New York Times, USA Today and #1 Wall Street Journal bestselling author of contemporary romance.
She grew up in Boston with five older brothers and spent most of her twenties as a television news anchor.
Penelope resides in Rhode Island with her husband, son, and beautiful daughter with autism. 
With over one-point-five million books sold, she is a twenty-time New York Times bestseller and the author of over twenty novels. 

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Other books from Penelope Ward 


Standalone Novels 

Love Online Ebook

Love Online:

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Gentleman NineGentleman Nine

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Drunk Dial

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Mack DaddyMack Daddy

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RoomHateRoomHate

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Stepbrother Dearest

Stepbrother Dearest

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Neighbor Dearest

Neighbor Dearest

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Jaded and Tyed
Jaded and Tyed (A novelette) 
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Sins of Sevin

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Jake Undone (Jake #1)

Jake Undone

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Jake Understood (Jake #2)

Jake Understood (Jake #2)

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My Skylar

My Skylar

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Gemini

Gemini

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BOOKS BY PENELOPE WARD & VI KEELAND:

Hate Notes final ebook cover

Hate Notes:

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Amazon UK: https://amzn.to/2qxG2R2
Audio: https://amzn.to/2zR81AE

The Rush Series  (2 Book Series)

Rebel Heir (Rush Series Duet #1)Rebel Heir

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Rebel Heart (Rush Series Duet #2)Rebel Heart

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Cocky Bastard

Cocky Bastard

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Stuck-Up SuitStuck-Up Suit

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iBooks: http://apple.co/1Qbwy57 
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Playboy PilotPlayboy Pilot 

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iBooks: http://apple.co/1Wb06Cf
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Mister MoneybagsMister Moneybags

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British Bedmate

(Previously titled Dear Bridget, I want you):

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