*Release Day Blitz** A Husband for Hire by Patricia A. Knight

Book: A Husband for Hire

Author: Patricia A. Knight

Release Date: 31st January

Genre: A Regency Historical Romance

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Lady Eleanor Russell needed a husband. Immediately. With no male heir, when her father died, the vast family estate would revert to the Crown. But no man would choose an unattractive, outspoken, independent, spinster of mature years as a bride—so she’d buy a husband.

An impoverished third son of aristocratic birth, Lord Miles Everleigh, tall, elegant and immensely handsome, relied on wealthy widows to clothe, house and feed him. In exchange, they received a charming, accomplished companion, both in and out of the bedroom. But this lifestyle wore away a man’s self-respect; he was not the male whore his step-brother had named him.

When Eleanor “bought” Miles as a husband, she never intended to lose her heart. When he accepted her proposal, Miles never imagined he’d want more from Eleanor than her money.


Excerpt of A Husband for Hire by Patricia A. Knight
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Chapter One
London, late February 1814
hese are the best marital prospects you can discover? In all of London?”
The Lady Eleanor Constance Russell, sole offspring of The Right Honorable Earl of Rutledge and The Right Honorable Countess of Rutledge slapped the sheet of paper she’d been reading down on top of the mahogany desk and bestowed on her London barrister the look of a woman at her wit’s end. Grief for her dying parents and a sense of utter desperation had driven her to actions she considered borderline insanity. If she accepted any of the names on this list, she might as well rent rooms in Bedlam. Eleanor fought the hysteria surging in her breast and tried for a more cajoling tone. “Surely you can come up with more worthy candidates?”
The barrister who had served her family for the last forty years sat immobile in his great chair, hunkered down behind his great desk, his hands steepled in front of his narrow-lipped mouth. “This was no small task you set before me, Lady Russell. We are at war with France. Many of our most eligible men fill our army and navy.”
Her troubled gaze swung outward. Outside the windows of Elsington & Elsington, the London hansom cabs clopped past in the traffic-clogged street. Everyone had business to conduct it seemed. With a heavy sigh, she returned to the issue that had torn her away from the bedside of her failing but beloved parents and the celebrated stud farm into which she’d poured twenty-plus years of her life.
Her eyes flicked to the sheet in front of her, and she jabbed at it with an index finger.  “Sir Clive Wellery. Fifty-six years of age, just interred his fourth wife, has no property of worth, eleven dependents ranging in age from two months to twenty-two years, known for a propensity to overindulge in spirits and gambling, currently renting a six-bedroom house in Bloomsbury.” She shuddered and whispered, “Eleven children.”  Her eyes rose and gazed at the gentleman across the desk from her then dropped back to the paper.
“Lord Hilary Vance. Sixty-four years of age, of no property or spouse. No dependents, an unfortunate victim of the ‘China disease.’”  She cleared her throat. “I understand there is no opium den he does not frequent.” 
The barrister sat motionless in his chair and gave her a disapproving frown. She rolled her eyes. “I am thirty-years-old, sir. I’m not an ignorant debutante.”
“I disapprove of your unorthodox education, Ma’am. It did you a great disservice, and so I told your father.”
You old fusspot. Eleanor swallowed her retort and returned her gaze to the page on the desk. “And then there is Sir Aubrey Dedhamreally, Mr. Elsington? Really? The fellow lives at the molly houses.” She frowned as her barrister stirred awkwardly in his high-backed chair. “Did you think I didn’t know the meaning of the term? How am I supposed to persuade a sodomite into marriage with a woman when he is not inclined toward women in the first place?” She scowled. “Though perhaps my possessing no feminine attributes is a recommendation.”
“Lady Russell, please…”
Eleanor held up a gloved hand. “Stop. I know what you are going to say. £30,000 will make any man blind. And this last entry.” She sighed and relaxed her upright spine for one moment before resuming her erect posture and folding her hands in her lap. “This last marital candidate.” She could feel the heat climb her neck into her cheeks at the thought of a man that elegant ever giving her a second look and if he did she’d probably turn and flee.
“The Lord Miles Everleigh, twenty-five, the third of four sons, whose eldest brother is the new Duke of Chelsony. I understand Lord Miles lives on the charity of “friends” in return for his convivial companionship and educated guidance on the purchase of fine bloodstock. What could induce…”
She closed her eyes and fought back the tears that threatened. How had she come to this? Was she going to go through with an action that in her more rational moments caused her to lose the contents of her stomach? In short, yes. The alternative was even more appalling.
 One thought of the manor house with its 100,000 acres of attached properties and villages all peopled with men and women who relied on her family for their livelihood the thought of all this reverting to the Crown because of some quirk in the laws of primogeniture? Accompanying the loss would be the upheaval and complete displacement of the lovely Thoroughbred mares and stallions of impeccable breeding whose pedigrees she could recite to the nth generation and all their offspring, in short, the entire racing stud she’d helped her father make so fabulously successful. Well, it was enough to make anyone cry.
Despite having three torturous seasons on the marriage mart ten years ago, no eligible man—there’d been numerous made ineligible by virtue of being unacceptable to her parents or unacceptable to her—had stepped forward with an offer to make her his wife. All the wealth and property she would bring with her was insufficient incentive to overcome her plain features, awkward deportment and utter lack of the slightest feminine attribute, so she’d have to buy a husband—and soon. With no male heir, upon the death of her father, the estate, and all its entailed properties would be subject to the peregrinations of escheat.
“Mr. Elsington…please. What could possibly recommend me to Lord Miles Everleigh? Even rusticating as I have been, I hear the on-dits about the ever-so-handsome and sophisticated Lord Miles Everleigh. There will always be other options for a man like this, much better options than a gawky plank of an ape-leader with shriveled social skills who reeks of the stables and is his senior by five years.”
The man across from her cleared his throat. “My lady…if I may be allowed…” He looked over his pince-nez. “The marriage agreement that you have required me to draw up demands a gentleman of a certain …” He shifted uncomfortably. “Ah…”
“Let me assist you. The word you want is desperation. It wants a gentleman who has reached a point of desperation. Well, Mr. Elsington, find more candidates. This week. I’m running out of time.”
“Err, yes, Lady Russell. Quite.” His eyes softened. “How is your father, my lady?”
Eleanor dropped her eyes and fought for composure until she was sure she could speak without succumbing to tears. “The physicians tell me, ‘at most a few months’. He could go at any time.”
“My sincere regrets, ma’am. Lord Rutledge is a fine gentleman.”
With a murmur of thanks, she inhaled and rose to her full height. Mr. Elsington was not a short man, but as he stood to escort her out, she topped him by a full head, reminding her yet again of her abysmal lack of any physical feature possessed by an even a moderately desirable woman. She hardened her jaw as she marched out of the law offices to her waiting carriage. There was no point in dwelling on a source of immense hurt that her adoring parents and formidable fortune hadn’t protected her from, nor the reasons for her present desperate action. She decided on the instant to go to the one place in all of London where she’d always felt at home regardless of the strictures of polite society and Richard Tattersal’s distinct lack of welcome for those of her sex.
“Take me to Tattersalls, John. They have advertised some young breeding stock I want to inspect. We need some outside lines to cross on Dare To Dream.”
“Yes, your ladyship.” With a tip of his beaver brim, he helped her into the carriage and climbed onto the box. At John Coachman’s instruction, the groom stepped away from the leaders, sprang to the back of the carriage and the team of beautifully matched bays stepped smartly away.

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Patricia A. Knight is the pen name for an eternal romantic who lives in Dallas, Texas with her horses, Italian Greyhounds and rescue mutts—and the best man on the face of the earth—oh yeah, and the most enormous bullfrogs you will ever see. Word to the wise: don’t swim in the pool after dark.

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**Blog Tour** A Different Game by Charlie M. Matthews

Book: A Different Game (A Wrong Game Novel)

Author: Charlie M. Matthews

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: 30th January


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You know that saying: One man’s trash is another man’s treasure.

I found out that it was true. At least, that’s what I’d thought a year earlier when a few stolen moments with this one, unexpected girl, turned my heart to mush.

I thought she was different.

I thought she was special.

But it turned out I was wrong.

I was the kind of guy who learned from his mistakes quickly, so I moved away, threw myself into my budding football career, and I was determined to make something of myself and focus on my future.

And it worked, despite me missing her.

For a short while, I had everything figured out again.

Then, in one split second, it was all gone, ripped out from beneath my feet.

An injury forced me back home to Winslow to face the world I’d left behind.

But I wasn’t the same man when I returned.

I was different now. Too different for everything to go back the way it was before.     


I wasn’t the relationship type. I was the girl who mothers warned their sons about. I was the local piece of trash.

At least, that’s what they all thought.

None of them ever really knew me at all. None of them except him.

And then he left me… alone and confused. He forced me to hate him, to hate them all. I wanted to drift away. Leave Winslow far behind me and start afresh someplace else. Someplace new. Somewhere I could become anything and anyone I wanted to be.

But then he came back, dragging with him every moment, every explicit memory I had of us together and dumping them unceremoniously at my feet.

I wanted to keep hating him.

I wanted to resist.

But he was different now.

So cold, so angry, and sexy as all hell.

He’d changed, and all my plans for a happy ever after were shattered the moment he made the decision to return and show me exactly what I’d been missing while he’d been gone. I was screwed.


About the Author

Charlie M. Matthews is a hopeless romantic, lost in her own world of fairy tales and adventures. A lover of art and painting, she’d happily trade in her everyday clothes in exchange for a paint smudged shirt. In the confines of her attic room, she is able to create a world that is unlike no other. Mixing fantasy and fiction to generate a piece of work that she could so easily lose herself in. With her wild imagination and passion for reading, Charlie stumbled upon a new love.


What started as a distraction from the crazy little thing that is ‘life’, it soon became all too real. She no longer dreamt about the day her words would be published for all to see because that day had finally come true. It 2015 she released her first novel and hasn’t looked back since.

Charlie is a mum of three beautiful children, living in a small village on the outskirts of Oxfordshire, England. Born and raised in the busy town of Reading, she switched the bright lights and traffic jams for a quiet life in the sticks a little over eight years ago.

Between school runs and generally just doing the whole ‘mum’ thing, you’ll most likely find her slobbing out on the sofa, shouting at the tv screen while her favourite football team (Arsenal) are tearing up the field. And yes, no doubt there will be beer involved, or if she’s feeling extra girlie, maybe even a glass of vino.

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Tara’s 5***** Review

“So, what do you do when your world is ripped out from under your very feet? What do you do when all you’ve ever known is lost? Do you fight? Or do you just sit back and watch everything fade away?”

Everyone has a story. Everyone has a past. And sometimes those stories and pasts define who we are. Melanie has a past. A past filled with happy memories and love, until one day those memories and love are ripped away. When tragedy strikes her family, Melanie is shoved aside and she constructs a wall to protect herself from getting hurt again. Jake has had it all. Money, fame, and a loving family. One secret rips his whole world in pieces, and Jake is faced with reality. He needs to find who he is and what he wants, but at what cost? 
“Faced with the realisation that no one could be trusted, I learned quickly that I didn’t need anyone in my life and I would treat others how they treated me. I wouldn’t love again.”
This book…I loved it! I love the characters, yes, even Melanie. And I love how Charlie was able to keep the story flowing with The Wrong Game. The intensity of the characters attraction has you wanting more, while the heartache breaks you down. A Different Game is just that, it’s different. Raw, honest and real. (There is a surprise character in this story as well!!!)
“Now, with her fingers in my hair and her contented breaths dancing across my chest, I knew that whatever storm awaited us, we would ride it out together. Because as long as we had each other, nothing and no one could tear us apart.”
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10 Hours a Week!

10 Hours a Week!
In April 2012, I fell in love.
Laid by a sun-drenched pool with the heat on my skin, I fell in love. 
I’d never met a man like him: mysterious, intense, and passionate.
The passion I felt, the wonder and awe I felt for people I had never met, inspired me to make more of my life, to enjoy it a little more, to approach it with a new-found passion, and so as I came to the end of Christian and Ana’s story a different life began.
There were authors out there to discover, and not only did they write inspiring stories, they were inspiring people in their own right—willing to chat over Facebook and Twitter about their characters and the thrill of writing. 
They enjoyed the interaction with readers and as a community we thrived.
 Facebook and Twitter acquaintances became real life, in-the-flesh friendships, and bonds were formed, that to this day, remain firmly in place.
Over the coming months, I threw myself into more stories and met more Authors, readers and bloggers. They were all so wonderful and positive, we recommended books to each other and reader groups were popping up all over the place and I read more books that fundamentally changed my attitude to life.
I too wanted to start a blog—what fun it would be to write about the books I had read, the authors I had met and I  hoped that other people would be inspired to pick up a book and enjoy them as much as I had.  I was sure it wouldn’t take up too much of my time: a few hours a week maybe.  And so a blog was built… I say that like it took 2 mins. It took several days and much banging my head on the dining room table and drinking—lots and lots of drinking, but I would not let Blogger beat me.  An email account was set up and a Facebook page.  Slowly, my Facebook and Twitter numbers picked up, and my email inbox went from a few emails a day to 100’s a week, all asking me to post about books, promos, cover reveals, release blitzes and reviews.
I could no longer cope. I was drowning in a sea of admin instead of doing what I loved. Reading.
I sent out a heartfelt plea. I needed help. I needed a partner in crime.  But who could I trust to uphold the same values as me? Who could I trust with the Bare Naked Words brand? Someone who would steer clear of drama, who would honour and respect the arcs we received and when a promise is made to an author to review, a review there would be.
Fortunately, someone was recommended to me, and we started chatting, and we soon realised that although we didn’t agree on all things books and still don’t, we were very much aligned in our values.
“Come and join me,” I said. 
“I’d love to join you,” she said.
“I can probably commit 10 HOURS A WEEK to the blog,” she said confidently.
“Oh that’s plenty,” I assured her.
Oh how we look back and laugh at those young, naïve bloggers that we were.
We probably do double that each per week now. On top of our real life jobs and our families.
Yes, there have been challenges along the way. Not everyone we have met has been super lovely.
But we love it.
I remember the first time Bare Naked Words was mentioned in the acknowledgements of a book. 
I cried.
Still do.
When I saw Claire and I named personally in the thank yous.
I cried.
Still do.
We have met the most amazing people and continue to do so.
When we see authors we work with hit USA Today or New York Times bestsellers lists
I cry
Every time.
They are our family
We continue to push and encourage those new authors we meet, and we wish every single one of them success.
Has the book world changed?  Yes
Has the Blogging world changed? Yes

But it is still the best community, ever.
So thank god for those “10 HOURS PER WEEK”. Because if it weren’t for Claire joining me, we wouldn’t be where we are today.
And for that, I am eternally grateful.
Have a super lovely day book world for you have given me so much and continue to do just that.

***Cover Reveal*** Finding Tomorrow by Kahlen Aymes

Finding Tomorrow

A sexy new standalone novel from USA Today bestselling author Kahlen Aymes.

Release Date: 21st March 2018

Genre: Contemporary Romance 

Finding Tomorrow – A complete STANDALONE follow-up to Kahlen’s smash hit, Trading Yesterday, which has been touted by many as the best romance of 2017!”


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Outwardly, I had it all.  As a sports commenter at ESPN, I travel the world, attending the most prestigious sporting events, and meeting all sorts of famous people. I’ve got great friends, and women whenever I want them, but I miss the little girl I helped raise and still adore. My heart was broken when my best friend came back to step in and take my place as her dad.  It left a huge hole in my life. 

At least, my career was on the uptick, until Missy Ellington sailed into my network intent on stealing the promotion I’d been working my ass off to attain.  The new job would allow me to travel less and stay in Atlanta so I’d be able to spend more time with my little Remi. I wasn’t about to let some woman no one ever heard of come in and usurp that chance. 

Missy was beautiful and smart, but her relentless ambition and cold demeanor was off-putting as hell. She was the type of woman any red-blooded man would be attracted to, if it weren’t for the arctic freeze.  I was intrigued, but professional ethics meant I had to keep it under wraps. There was something about her that told me that she wasn’t just a ruthless media shark.  I sensed a  vulnerability lurking beneath the surface that attracted me as much as her fiery personality and stunning looks. At first, she came off as a shrew with a serious aversion to men, but I was determined to find out what caused the pain behind her brilliant aquamarine eyes. 

When I discovered Missy’s single-minded ferociousness to succeed was driven by a painful past and a little boy, named Dylan, protectiveness overcame my better judgment and my heart started to overrule logic.  As we began to open up to each other, I couldn’t help but be drawn into her world and at the same time, she started to trust me.  The details of her secret past enraged me and I vowed, as long as I was breathing, nothing, or no one, would ever hurt Missy or Dylan again.

Meet The Author

Kahlen is an award-winning author of sizzling hot, deeply moving contemporary romance. Her stories are filled with intense love, passion, angst and emotion that breathes life into her characters and leaves her readers captivated. She lives near Omaha, Nebraska with her daughter, Olivia, and their three dogs. Creative by nature, she enjoys the arts, music and theater… But the love of her life is writing! 

She has three finished series, and two stand-alone angst-filled, super hot novels; One Step Closer, a Stepbrother romance, and Trading Yesterday, the story of a soccer player who leaves behind the love of his life to follow his dream of playing professionally, only to realize, maybe too late, what really matters.

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**Release Day Blitz** Love You Through It by Fabiola Francisco

Book: Love You Through It
Author: Fabiola Francisco
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: 23rd January 2018


After witnessing Bri Carmichael’s pain, Cole Burkely is determined to help her heal.

That home visit changed my life.

She is a shell of the person I knew.

I just want each day to end so the night can swallow my pain.

She still has so much to give.

I’m empty.

I want to help her stand on her own again.

I’m not ready to let go.

She’s worth sticking around for.

My will to keep moving forward is stalled.

I want to make her smile again.

He has a good heart, but I can’t be the one to take care of it.

She doesn’t know that a long time ago I dreamed of her heart and soul.

My story has ended.

Our story is just beginning.

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Love You Through It by Fabiola Francisco
My fingers weave in my hair and tug hard. A loud yell escapes my lips, and my eyes land on the reason for the ruckus. An excruciating cry bubbles in my chest, slowly building as if adding to my pain. With another scream, the tornado within me explodes. It escapes angrily, as my body swooshes around my house, knocking things down as I come in contact with them. Glass shatters. Metal clacks against the tile. Cushions swoosh as they’re thrown through the air.
Uncontrollable and destructible fury burns within me until I melt into a pile of ashes on the cool tile. The water from my eyes extinguishes the burning heat as I sink further onto the floor. I curl into myself, fists hitting the hard surface.
I don’t know how long I stay like this for, but eventually I start to drift away, my mind numb and my heart slowing down. Before I completely fall asleep, I sit up. My head is pounding and my body is stiff from tension. I close my eyes for a few beats, and reassess the destruction around me when I reopen them.
I was okay a few days ago when Olivia came by. As okay as I could be in my situation. Today, I lost it. Something inside me triggered and I lost control. I tiptoe around the broken glass with my bare feet and grab the broken frame I launched across the living room.
I hug it to me, careless of shards of glass that could cut me. “I’m so sorry,” I whisper into the frame. “I’m such an asshole. Sorry.” I fight the urge to cry again. I pull the frame from my chest and stare at the picture of Josh and I. The glass scratched a bit of the gloss, but it’s still a beautiful picture of us. I shake off the excess glass, not even wincing when I get a small cut on my finger. The pain is welcomed.
After cleaning the mess, I sit cross-legged on the couch with a fresh glass of wine. Nothing will get rid of this headache, so I might as well fuel it with alcohol. Besides, I could use the disconnection alcohol offers. Another night of forgetting for a little while about the loss I’m grieving. Another night I sleep through most of it.
Copyright 2018, Fabiola Francisco

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Author Bio:
Fabiola Francisco is a contemporary romance author from South Florida. Writing as been a part of her life since she was a teenager. Even at that age, she dreamed of happy endings with emotional twists. Her novels include Perfectly Imperfect, The Restoring Series, Sweet on You Duet, and Red Lights, Black Hearts.  
Her passion for books and writing has inspired her to write her own stories. She writes novels readers could relate to and grow with. She’s currently working on writing more stories that connect with readers on a deeper.
Fabiola also loves expressing herself through art and spending time in nature. In her spare time, she loves to cuddle with a good book and a glass of wine.
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Our 5 star Review by Tara
This book! I smiled, and I cried…a lot. Love You Through it touched my heart in so many ways. With Fabiola’s remarkable words, I was able to put myself in Bri’s shoes. I felt her sadness, her anger, her broken heart, and her hope.
“She was always off limits, but I can appreciate a beautiful woman when I see her. And despite my lusting after her, I hate what she’s living. I would want nothing more than to give her back her happiness, give her back her life.”
Losing someone is never easy, but when it happens prematurely, it’s devastating. Knowing you have friends and family to help you through it is one thing, but letting them in can be the hardest. While Bri was grieving her loss, she never noticed that Cole was the one thing that would help her through it. The way Fabiola writes about Cole’s friendship with Bri is so touching, even if you’re sad for Bri, you will be swooning!
“I once again crawled into an empty bed and found some kind of solace in a blanket of memories, gripping them fiercely; too afraid they’ll disappear.”
I love Fabiola’s books! And I love reading about the gang from Rebel Desire. Following the characters, and the new stories that each member brings to the series is great. They all tie together so well, and it’s a treat when past characters show up in each book, and Love You Through It is no exception.
“We can live resenting our life and resisting change, or we can accept the beauty of this journey, take with us the lessons, and flow downstream, enjoying the bumps and smooth moments. It makes our experience more exciting.”


**Cover Reveal** Innocent Eyes by Charlotte E Hart and Rachel De Lune

Innocent Eyes
Charlotte E Hart and Rachel De Lune

Release Date: 19th February
Genre: Dark. Erotic Romance  


“If he’s gross, I’m bailing.” 
That’s what I said to my supposed best friend when she asked me to take her place. A blind date, she said. What harm could it do? 
He was charming. Beautiful. God’s finest creation. He wined me and dined me. Made me do things I’d never before dreamt of in the bedroom. It was perfect. Dangerous. Arousing. 
But Jenny didn’t tell me the full story. She didn’t tell me about the debt she owed. And now Quinn Cane wants his money’s worth, and he’s going to make me pay whatever way he can. 
“A debt needs to be paid.”
The woman who came to meet me didn’t owe me money. I could tell by her innocent eyes.  Still, the debt will be paid either way.
She was something to play with and use as I saw fit, but something about Emily Brooks made me want to keep her. So she became my dirty girl. Pure. Innocent. Mine.
Then she whispered my damned name and invaded my world, changing its reasoning.
She wasn’t meant to break the rules. But she rolled my dice and won. 

Meet The Authors:

Charlotte E. Hart 
Charlotte is an Dark Erotic Suspense/Romance author living in the heart of the Shropshire countryside in Great Britain. She’s lived all over the UK, but finally settled in a small town that still reeks of old school England.
Writing and poetry have become a revolution for the soul, and she cherishes every second that she’s sitting at the laptop tapping her way into a new character.
“Life is a torrent of differences, different needs and wants, and it doesn’t always end that well. Yet we strive …”
Charlotte E Hart
Most of Charlotte’s work is bdsm based and intended for mature audiences only

Rachel De Lune

Rachel De Lune writes emotionally driven contemporary and erotic romance. 
She began scribbling her stories of dominance and submission in the pages of a notebook several years ago, and still can’t resist putting pen to real paper. What ifs are turned into heartfelt stories of love where there will always be a HEA. 
Rachel lives in the South West of England and daydreams about shoes with red soles, lingerie and chocolate. If she’s not writing HEAs, she’s probably reading them. She is a wife and has a beautiful daughter.
For every woman who’s ever desired more. 
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*Blog Tour** Finally More by Rachel De Lune

Book: Finally More

Author: Rachel De Lune

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: 8th January 2018



Love can be found in the strangest of places.

Natasha Devlin, the Mistress that rules the playrooms at Solace, and the men or women she dominates, doesn’t need love or relationships outside the walls of her fortress. She’d witnessed her fellow Doms fall in love. That wasn’t her scene.
Aiden Morgan has two priorities in his life. Dedicating his time to visiting at the Alzheimer’s home that cares for his Grandad, and to his one other love, painting. But things change when he meets a stunningly beautiful older woman.

For the first time in years, a simple friendship excites Natasha. It’s new and fresh and free from the responsibilities that have bound her life. Of course, the sizzling chemistry between her and Aiden helps. Introducing Aiden to the BDSM world she lives in would be a risk, but one she can’t pass up.

Rachel De Lune writes emotionally driven erotic romance. She began scribbling her stories in the pages of a notebook several years ago. Today she’s still scribbling stories of dominance and submission and creating Happily Ever Afters.

Rachel lives in the South West of England and daydreams about shoes, lingerie and chocolate, in-between being a mum and a wife. She would love to give up her day job to devote more time to her scribbles.  For every woman who’s ever desired more. www.racheldelune.com

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**Release Day** Winter’s Kiss by J.P. Uvalle

Winter’s Kiss

An Erotic Fairytale Short
By J. P. Uvalle

Release Date: January 8th, 2017

Publisher: Beautifully Twisted Publishing

Cover Designer: Natasha Banks


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How Far Would You Go For Happily Ever After?
Winter Belafonte, Princess of Stoneshire, has her heart set on finding a handsome prince to live out her happily ever after. However, when the expectations of running her father’s kingdom conflict with the love she so desires, she realizes the pursuit of happiness comes with a hefty price, leaving her with one question to answer, how far will I go for love?
Estevan St. Claire, Prince of Farrington, is every woman’s fantasy. He attends the Annual Winter’s ball to meet Gwendolyn Balavarr, Princess of Adonis, the woman he is arranged to marry, with the promise of strengthening the alliance between their kingdoms. Then, he locks eyes with an undeniable beauty—another princess with cherry red lips and skin so temptingly sweet no other woman exists.
A forbidden romance.
Still, their instant chemistry and connection are too intense to ignore, placing the fate of their kingdoms in jeopardy. This predicament leaves the prince with one question to answer, can I risk it all for love?
Will Winter and Estevan’s all-consuming love conquer all, or are they just a devastating tragedy waiting to happen?

Tara’s 4* Review

“The sense of betrayal doubles me over on my knees. My chest constricts so tight I can’t reel in any air. Swaying away from the bush, I dizzily walk down the cobblestone path. The sky is dying like my heart, vanishing behind the tall trimmed hedges.”
You cannot force true love. When Estevan is faced with an arranged marriage, the pressure is more than he can handle. Winter is living in doom, stuck in an unhappy life with her awful stepmother. When Estevan and Winter meet, stars explode and feelings form. Are these two truly destined to be together, or will their families and pasts destroy their future together?
How will this arrangement with Princess Gwendolyn ever work if I find myself entranced by another?”
J. P. takes us into a mystical world where magical bloodlines and traditions create Winter’s Kiss. Forming a great group of characters, J. P. uses those characters and her creative words to whisk us into a magical and tantalizing world in this short but enthralling read!
“At one point I thought Prince Estevan was going to be my one and only, to have and to hold for all eternity. Truth be told…you don’t always get what you want.”


Prince Estevan–My gaze devours her curvaceous figure as I trail down to find her supple cleavage. I marvel the sheer size of her bounty and a painful ache blooms in my cock, imagining what it would feel like to cup them in my hand, mold them to my satisfaction. Lash the tips of her nipples with my tongue until she is begging me to lick the rest of her body—one I presume is a delightfully sweet treat. Clenching my jaw, I suppress the urge to pull her into to me, wanting nothing more than to take full possession of her mouth.

About the Author:

J. P. Uvalle is a beautifully twisted soul who has a passion for writing paranormal romance and has the divine ability to make the unbelievable, believable. She was born and raised in Colorado Springs, went to Bel-Rea Institute of Animal Technology and graduated with an Associate’s degree in Applied Science and Technology. JP works Full-time as an emergency veterinary nurse.
Aside from being a technician and a writer, she runs two businesses in her spare time ~ Beautifully Twisted Publishing, and Mary Kay. On top of that, she also contributes her time as a blog/promotions manager for the book blog, Beneath the Ashes.
 When she’s not saving lives, coming up with her next plot twist or making women feel pretty & pampered, she’s spending time with family and friends. 

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