Thursday, August 24, 2017

Release Blitz: Roamer by Janine Infante Bosco

Title: Roamer
Series: The Nomad Series
Author: Janine Infante Bosco
Genre: MC Romance/Suspense/Contemporary
Published: June 13, 2017 
Deuce:
The first moment I stared into Ally’s tortured blue eyes, my subconscious knew I’d never escape her. She called to the darkest part of my soul and made it impossible to ignore the strange pull I felt towards her.
Some things are just meant to be.
As long as we were both breathing, my heart would do time with hers. Like the famous outlaw lovers, Bonnie and Clyde, Ally and I committed the perfect crime. I claimed her heart, and she stole mine.
I only meant to save her.
To heal her.
Now, my past threatens to ruin her.
Wanted dead or alive, I’ve got her by my side and together we’ll ride.
Ally:
I thought the world forgot me.
That I had died at fourteen.
But, I never knew life until I knew him.
Rescued and healed, I found love in the face of an outlaw.
Whether he fails or flies, I’ll ride until I die.
I’m his Bonnie and he’s my Clyde.
A love as strong as ours will never die.
***NOTE: Contains explicit sexual situations, violence, offensive language, and mature topics. This book deals with highly sensitive subjects, such as kidnapping and human trafficking. Please be aware of these triggers and keep them in mind while reading. Through all the sensitive subjects, the storm passes and the sky clears....there is a happily ever after waiting on the other side. ***
 
Red lipstick at Target - Copyright 2017 Janine Infante Bosco POV – Deuce
There are two fucking things I despise in this world. The first is admitting when I’m wrong and the second is shopping. I really fucking hate shopping. So tell me, why the fuck am I pushing a red wagon into Target? Better yet, tell me why this was my idea? Actually, I’ll give you a gold star if you can explain why I’m not bothered by it so much either?

“I thought you said we were getting food,” Ally says as we step inside a shopaholic’s mothership. 

Yeah, so did I.

That was the fucking plan. 

I should probably stop planning anything considering none of them seem to go accordingly. Making a note of it, I try to place where I went wrong. Sitting in my room and staring at the wall that separated Ally and I was probably it. I thought putting her in Cobra’s room was a no-brainer. She had her own space, and I had mine. There was a connecting door in case she needed anything, but other than that we could go about our business.

Yeah, not so much.

The truth was, before the fucking world flipped on its axis I was rarely ever at the motel. Other than sleeping and showering, I didn’t do much there. When I wasn’t riding or fucking my way through life, I was playing the Satan’s Knights prodigal cowboy, shooting shit and digging graves. Not one to be confined, I was climbing the four fucking walls of that room.

After Ally’s moment outside the hospital, I listened as she relived another traumatic experience. It’s one thing to assume what she’s been through but hearing her say it—shit, that left me reeling. I spent half the night wondering if she was okay or if she was reliving more agony. I could have checked in on her during the night but I was too chicken shit. Sure, I was experienced in post-traumatic stress but not Ally’s kind. I knew Stryker had suffered after the war and there were certain triggers that left it impossible to obtain peace. I feared handing that helmet to Ally had opened the door to a night full of terror and that bothered me. I didn’t want to be the one who enticed her demons to come out and play. I wanted to be the guy who gave her a reprieve from all that shit, the guy who could maybe show her there was a great big world out there waiting for her.

Like it or not, she was my responsibility now. Her well-being and her peace of mind was my newfound commitment.

That’s why I opened that door today.

That’s the fucking reason I sat on her bed and counted her freckles.

After realizing she was okay, that she was just bored, I should have left her alone and gone back to my room, but then we started to talk. Talking to Ally was an experience. Hell, you couldn’t go a moment without wondering what she was going to say next. One minute she was an ordinary woman making it easy to forget her story. The next minute she was the wounded warrior, holding onto a book of matches, fighting for the strength to overcome her past. I was getting whiplash trying to keep up. 

What broke me though was when she willingly gave me more of her story. Trust isn’t something I imagine comes easy for her and knowing she trusted me enough to confide in me did something to me. It fucked with me in more ways than one. It made me want to rewrite her past. Knowing that was impossible, I did the stupidest thing I could have ever done.

I kissed her.

I fucking kissed her.

And Jesus Christ, her lips were plump and pliable—fucking perfect. 

And her taste—fuck me.

Someone needs to create a word for how fucked I am.

Motherfucked isn’t cutting it anymore.

The torture didn’t stop there though.

Nope, it continued when Ally pulled out her ace.

She smiled and I folded.

Game over.

No fucking sane man could compete with that smile let alone one who had lost all his fucking logic. It was breathtaking and intoxicating all the same. Fucking captivating was what it was.

And like a fool, I wanted to see more of it.

“You need stuff, don’t you?” I ask, pushing the cart like a total jackass. Grinding my teeth, I make a turn and nearly take down the display of Goldfish crackers. Give me two wheels and I’ll make that baby purr, give me a horse and I’ll make her gallop, give me a red wagon with a bull’s-eye and I’m an imbecile. 

Frustrated, I park the cart in the center of the aisle and turn to Ally.

“Take this fucking thing, please,” I grind out, taking both her hands and placing them on the handlebar. There, that’s better. Stepping away from the offensive death trap, I pull my shit together and focus. 

“Coconuts,” I say finally.

“You want to buy me coconuts?” she asks, looking at me like I’ve got a third eye.

“Your hair smelled like coconuts the other night,” I clarify. “I don’t have any of that fancy shit back at the motel and I’m pretty sure your brother doesn’t either.”

“Oh,” she replies thoughtfully. “That was Reina’s.”

“Well, time to get you some of your own,” I tell her, scratching the scruff lining my jaw. Looking away, I take in the products on the shelf and pick up a toothbrush. Chucking it into the wagon, I glance back at her. “You see something you need you throw it in the wagon.”

“I’ve been shopping before, Deuce,” she says, taking the toothbrush out of the wagon. I’m about to argue with her when she grabs a green one instead. “I like this one better,” she adds, reaching for the toothpaste. She grabs two different types and studies them with deep concentration. 

“What’s the difference?” she asks.

“Get both,” I reply automatically. She turns to me and I shrug my shoulders. Waiting for her to argue with me, she fools me and dumps them both in the cart. Her eyes travel the length of the aisle and she adds mouthwash, floss and some sort of whitening kit to the growing list of dental products. Once she finishes scoping out the aisle, she grabs the cart and pushes it down the next.

Following her down the aisles, I watch as she lifts things off the shelves and decides what she likes. A half hour goes by and we’re barely out of the toiletry section, not to mention the wagon is half-full. 

Turning down the next aisle, she turns to me. A crease works the center of her forehead as she glances at the shelves.

“I never understood the difference,” she says, waving her hand at the condom selection. “Do you have a favorite?”

Unlike the toothpaste, I can’t tell her to grab every variety and give them a whirl, so I say nothing as she grabs a pack.

“Ribbed,” she mutters. 

“Fuck,” I hiss.

“You don’t like ribbed?” she questions, lifting her gaze back to me.

“Ally,” I warn. Quickly, she glances around the store, over her shoulder and back to me. 

“What? Are people looking at me? I sort of feel like they are. You know, like I’m a fish out of water?”

“They’re not looking at you,” I grind out.

“So I blend in?”

Doesn’t every girl comparing condoms fit in with the crowd at Target? Fuck my life. Man, you can’t make this shit up.

“Totally,” I say, taking the condoms out of her hand. Chucking them into the wagon, her eyes widen and she pokes a finger against my chest.

“You do like ribbed!”

Gripping the wagon with one hand, I grab her arm and lead her out of the aisle. 

“I thought you said you’ve been shopping before,” I mutter.

“I have, but this is the first time ever I get to pick anything out,” she says, pushing me aside to take control of the wagon. “Rush would pick everything out, getting me stuff he liked best. I had no idea there were this many choices.”

Christ.

“This store has everything, huh?” she adds as we head down the make-up aisle. I don’t say anything as she mulls over eighty-seven tubes of lipstick. Fuck, I’d buy every single one if she decided she liked them all. Then I’d kiss her like I really want to and smear those colors all over her pretty lips. 

“What do you think about make-up?”

“I think it looks awful on me.”

Again, she smiles and I lean against the wagon taking it all in. 

“I bet,” she replies as she dumps a few things into the wagon. “I never learned how to put it on properly. I always felt like I put so much on that at times I resembled a clown or one of those guys from that band Kiss.”

Unable to stop myself, I let out a laugh. 

“What else do you need?” I ask, watching as she throws a tube of red lipstick in the wagon. My eyes dart to her lips and I imagine what they might look like painted that shade. She might not know her favorite color yet but I know now mine is undoubtedly red.

 
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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Release Blitz: Willow Winters Heartthrob



Title: Heartthrob 
Author: Willow Winters 
Genre: Romance 







Nathan Hart is charismatic with a beautiful smile that makes women weak in the knees.  


He's a former bad boy with a mysterious past and was made to be in Hollywood; on the cover of magazines and the star of movies.

But there’s more to him that he hasn’t told a soul.  

Something that draws me to him unlike anyone has before. 
Something that could ruin us both. 

I can’t tell him no, even if I wanted to. 
The moment he locked his eyes on me, I was his. 
And that first glance was ten years ago in high school. 

A decade later, fate saw fit to shove me back into his life. 

I can’t deny the heat between us or the way my body remembers his. And neither can he. Seeing him brings it all back.

He whispers to play along; he promises it will all be alright. 
I only pray our past doesn’t destroy us. 


Heartthrob is just one of six scandalous romances from Best Selling Authors. 
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I like my action hot and my bad boys hotter. And I don't hold back on either one in my writing.  I'm so happy to be a #1 Contemporary Bestselling Romance Author. I'm so grateful and honored!  I actually started writing after having my little girl, Evie, December 2015. All during my pregnancy with her I read. I only wanted to read romance, and I read EVERYTHING. I would read a book a day — sometimes two.  In January 2016 I was staying up late with her and just thinking of all these stories.  They came to me constantly. And I finally sat down and just started writing. I always wanted to do it so I figured, why not? I never thought I would reach this point of success, to be honest. It’s insane to me that I have so many fans. And I love each and every one of them for all of their support.


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Blog Tour ~ Breaking Away by Megan Lowe

 

Author: Megan Lowe
Title: Breaking Away
Series: Rocking Racers, Book 3
Genre: Contemporary Sports Romance
Release Date: August 5, 2017
Cover Designer: Claire Smith

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To the outside world, Mav Ryan is living the dream. With a high profile and successful FMX career, it’s something Mav knows a million guys would kill to have. But not him. He yearns for something different, something more.

Aubrey James has had enough of bad boys to last a lifetime. When her brother, Josh, brings home the heavily tattooed definition of a bad boy, Mav, she wants nothing to do with him. It's not until a shadow from Aubrey’s past threatens her future, that to her surprise, Mav steps in.

But can he fight her demons as well as his own? Or will Mav realise that sometimes breaking away can lead to finding your home?


by Megan Lowe

I knew there was something about these Ryan boys when Reed first started talking to me. I had intended Breaking the Cycle to be a standalone, the only book in a series, although it can’t really be called a series then can it? Then, I had an idea for No Place to Hide and that’s when Rocking Racers really took off. All of a sudden I had five other Ryans talking at me, clamouring for me to tell their story.

Mav, the subject of Breaking Away, was the loudest, the most persistent. I wrote his book the fastest of any book I’ve written. Okay, so that’s only four, but just go with me here! Mav just kept talking and talking. For the one I dubbed the “mysterious” Ryan, I thought that was impressive. Mav surprised me at every turn, but what was most surprising was how he totally and utterly captured my heart. I hope he has similarly captured yours.

I never gave much thought to who Mav was in BTC. He had such a small part there was no need. But in No Place, that’s where he really came out of his shell. I had no idea about any of it! I didn’t plan it that way, I had no thought of things turning out like they did, it was all what Mav wanted. I know I sound a little crazy, but that’s how it happened.

So what is it about Mav that stole my heart?

The fact that he feels like he has to shoulder all this responsibility for his family, his sense of loyalty to them, the wy he’d do almost anything to avoid disappointing them. In that way, I guess he’s a lot like me. But with Mav, he wants to take the whole world on his shoulders and he tries to do that. He’s a gentle soul in the midst of a very testosterone dominated family. I think he thinks that makes him weak, but I beg to differ. What Mav did (and I’m not going into that here, if you want to find out, you’ll have to read his story!) takes a tremendous amount of courage and I think that, more than anything shows how incredibly strong he is.

I love writing strong characters but who also have their flaws, their doubts. Mav is no exception but because his doubts are so heavy on his mind I think it makes him so much more human, more lovable.

Mav’s not perfect, in fact, there might be times when you want to smack him over the head, but none of us are.

I absolutely loved writing Mav’s story, and there is more to come for him and Aubrey, as well as the rest of the Ryans.

I hope you enjoy Breaking Away and if you do, please consider leaving a review!

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Megan Lowe is a lost journalism graduate who after many painful years searching for a job in that field, decided if she couldn’t write news stories, she would start listening to the characters whispering stories to her and decided to write them down.  She writes primarily New Adult/Contemporary Romance stories with Sport and Music themes. She is based on the Gold Coast but her heart belongs to New York City. When she’s not writing she’s either curled up with a good book, travelling or screaming at the TV willing her sporting teams to pull out the win.


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