Thursday, April 27, 2017

#GiveAway The Heart of a Texas Cowboy By Linda Broday

The Heart of a Texas Cowboy
Series: Men of Legend, #2
By Linda Broday

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BLURB: 

Three Brothers. One Oath.
No Compromises.
The MEN of LEGEND

The Cowboy
One bullet is all it takes to shatter Houston Legend’s world. He swore he’d never love again, but with the future of the Lone Star Ranch on the line, he finds himself at the altar promising to love and cherish a woman he’s never met—a woman whose vulnerable beauty touches his heart.

All Lara Boone wants is a name for her baby. She never expected to fall in love with her own husband—or any man—after the heartache she’s endured. Yet when her troubled past catches up with them, Houston will move heaven and earth to protect his bride…and discover depths to a marriage of convenience neither realized could be theirs.

ISBN: 9781492630203
Pub date: May 2, 2017
Genre: Historical Western Romance

Buy Links:
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Excerpt – Heart of a Texas Cowboy:

With night wrapped around her like a cloak, Lara hummed while she washed the dishes and put everything away.

Houston sat on the ground with Gracie, his back against his saddle. The babe lay on his chest with his hand patting the small back. He caught Lara looking and winked as boldly as some scoundrel. Heat rose to her cheeks. She lowered her gaze and made quick work of the dishes.

“Do you want me to take Gracie to her bed?” Lara asked, joining him.

“If you can pry open her fist to get my vest out of it. For such a little thing, she’s sure got a grip.”

Houston was so near his soft breath fanned her cheek. Her pulse raced. This man she’d married invaded every thought. He’d shown kindness and caring and brought hope back from the grave where she’d buried it.

He laid a hand on her arm. “You’ll be back?”

“Yes. I won’t be long.”

“I’ll only be in camp a little while,” Houston said, yawning. “Have to spell the other drovers.” At her questioning glance, he explained, “Everyone shares guard duty, me included.”

She nodded and hurried to lay Gracie in her crib next to her crib beside the chuck wagon. With her precious daughter sleeping soundly, she returned to the fire to find no sign of Houston. Her heart sank with disappointment. She’d missed him, missed her goodnight kiss that he’d begged for.

Houston called quietly from the deep shadows. “Over here, Lara.”

Following his voice, Lara discovered him leaning against the trunk of a mesquite tree. Rays from the full moon lightened the dark brown strands nestling against his collar, adding glints of silver.

“I didn’t want to take a chance on us being interrupted so I walked out here,” he explained.

Lara wet her lips. “I thought you’d changed your mind.” That he didn’t want to kiss a woman so scarred.

“Not a chance, lady,” he growled low and pushed away from the tree. “It’s all that’s been on my mind since you agreed.”

When she moved to him, he opened his arms. She walked into his embrace as though it was door and pleasure awaited there. Inhaling the scented air, she laid her head against the hard wall of his chest. She wanted to stay there forever.

Houston lightly rested his chin on the top of her head. “I’m real glad you came on this drive. Nights can get lonely out here.”

His deep voice vibrated inside her. It was like he became part of her. “I’m glad I did too. Even though I had to work to convince you.”

“Yeah, well, I’m a stubborn fool.”

He put a finger under her chin and lifted her face. Without a word, he lowered his mouth. The minute his warm lips touched hers, Lara had to clutch his arm to keep from falling. Her heartbeat pounded as though trying to keep up with the blood racing through her veins.
A hot, demanding, achiness swept over her. She needed this man and at the moment didn’t think she could live without him. Nor did she want to try.

With a low cry, he placed his large hands under her jaw and deepened the kiss, sending a series of quickenings into her stomach similar to the ones she felt when Gracie curled in her womb. Maybe these stirrings signaled life much in the same way her baby’s movements did to let her know she was alive and couldn’t wait to be born.

Maybe she was being reborn.

Maybe she could forget the past and start fresh.

Maybe this was what she’d waited so long for.

As she leaned into him and gripped Houston’s vest, pleasure like she’d never felt swirled inside her. She clung to him afraid if she let go, he’d vanish and she’d discover it was a dream.

Could this be tiny stirrings of love?

Lara suddenly pushed away. No it wasn’t love because that didn’t exist. Not for her. It was too dangerous to believe in love. To believe she had anything to give any man.

What’s wrong, Lara?” Houston gently pushed back her hair. “Did I do something to upset or frighten you? I shouldn’t have grabbed you like that.”

“You did nothing wrong.” It was her. She almost let herself believe that someone could love her. One look at her reflection showed the impossibility of such a thing. “I’m sorry,” she murmured brokenly.

Through tears, she stumbled back to the light of the campfire, escaping all that brought pain.

The past.

Herself.

An impossible future.

Escaping everything. If only it was that easy.

Houston stole up behind her and touched her shoulder. “Talk to me. I want to understand.”

She owed him some explanation. Impatiently dashing away the tears, she turned and let anger spill. “It’s not you, Houston. It’s me. I’m broken. Too broken to fix. You can’t repair something that’s missing the pieces. Blackstone took a lot more than....” she paused, “He stole....”

“Your soul,” he supplied quietly.

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About the Author: 

At a young age, LINDA BRODAY discovered a love for storytelling, history, and anything pertaining to the Old West. Cowboys fascinate her. There’s something about Stetsons, boots, and tall rugged cowboys that get her fired up. A New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Linda has won many awards, including the prestigious National Readers’ Choice Award and the Texas Gold Award. She resides in the Texas Panhandle and is inspired every day.

Social Networking Links:
Website: http://lindabroday.com/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/lindabrodayauthor
Twitter: @LBroday
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1204489.Linda_Broday

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#GiveAway Enchanting the Earl By Lily Maxton


Enchanting the Earl 
Series: The Townsends #1
By Lily Maxton 


She’s the last thing he expects to find...


Llynmore Castle is the only place Annabel Lockhart has ever considered home. For years, she’s been able to live as she wished, freely roaming the wild moors. Now there’s a new earl, as arrogant as he is handsome, and he wants her out. But if he thinks she’ll go quietly, he’s in for a surprise. 

Theo Townsend returned from war a changed man. After unexpectedly inheriting an earldom and a secluded castle in the Scottish Highlands to go with it, he thinks he’s found the perfect place to hide from the world—until he arrives to find a spirited, beautiful woman already in residence. He can’t just throw her out, but surely there's a way to get her to leave on her own. The sooner she's gone, the better, especially when he realizes there’s more than just mutual dislike between them.

Genre: Historical Romance
Release Date: 17/04/2017
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, Scandalous



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Excerpt: 

He set the spyglass down, laying it in its place with surprising gentleness. For a moment he simply touched it, his face contemplative, before his hands slid away.
“Have you never seen a spyglass before?”
He peered at her in the dim light. “I’m trying to figure out what purpose it serves as a decoration.”
“I like it. Is that not reason enough?”
“Your shelves and tables are filled with things without any apparent use. It’s very untidy.” He sounded perturbed and she felt another smile tugging at her mouth.
“And it’s such a sin, is it? To be untidy?”
“I prefer order.”
“Yes,” she said, still a little amused. “No doubt you do.” Propriety and rigid rules. The things he clung to, she had no use for anymore. If she ever had to begin with. When he was silent, she continued, “I found that washed up on the shore of the sea loch one day. I was quite taken with it. Who knows who possessed it before me—a pirate, a privateer, a sailor trying to make his way home to his love? Did his ship sink before he could find his way back?”
“Most likely,” Theo said. “Or it wouldn’t have washed up on the shore.”
“Well, that is quite literal.” If there was an ounce of whimsy in that hardened soul it was buried deep. She had a strange yearning to try to draw it out, which, as any intelligent woman would do, she repressed. “But that’s why I display it,” she continued. “I enjoy the idea that there’s a history there, a story I’ll never know.”
He contemplated her. “You like the mystery?”
“Something like that. Or…” She tried to frame her thoughts. “The possibilities, perhaps.”
His mouth quirked. “I find I don’t much care for possibilities. I’d rather have facts.”
“Don’t you ever feel stifled?”
His brow furrowed as he looked at her. “No. Why should I?”
“There is much more to this world, to this life, than facts and order. There’s beauty and hope and…and love.” She felt silly after she said it, but it was too late to take the words back. It was odd—she thought of herself as a sensible woman. She was a sensible woman, but somewhere in her depths was a core of idealism that she couldn’t quite shake.
A moment passed before he spoke, and when he did, there was something underneath the wry tone of his voice, but she couldn’t place it. “What do you know of love?”

About the Author:

Lily Maxton grew up in the Midwest, reading, writing, and daydreaming amidst cornfields. After graduating with a degree in English, she decided to put her natural inclinations to good use and embark on a career as a writer.

When she’s not working on a new story, she likes to tour old houses, add to her tea stash, and think of reasons to avoid housework.
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Wednesday, April 26, 2017

#GiveAway Q&A TOO HARD TO FORGET By Tessa Bailey

TOO HARD TO FORGET 
Series: Romancing The Clarksons, #3
By Tessa Bailey

Q&A with  Tessa Bailey:

Q: What are you currently working on? 
A:I’m always in the middle of twenty projects like a crazy person! Currently, I’m in various stages of editing on two books and working on a super secret project. Send help and chocolate!

Q: Where did you come up with the idea for either your current release or your current WIP? A: WELL. I’ve always had a teensy (massive) crush on John Harbaugh, the head coach of the Baltimore Ravens. So when I was plotting TOO HARD TO FORGET and wanted to give Peggy an older man, football coach hero? It was a no brainer. JH was my inspiration and my editor also having a crush on him made it even more fun!

Q:Do you have a favorite snack that like to munch on while writing? If so would you mind sharing what it is with us?
A: Mine! LOL. I used to munch on gummy bears non-stop, but my poor teeth were suffering, so I switched…to chocolate? That makes no sense, but it’s yummy!

Q: When you are not busy writing wonderful stories to keep us lucky readers entertained, what do you like to do? Do you have a hobby?
A:  Almost all of my free time is spent with my five year old, who I love more than anything in the world. However, I occasionally go out at meet friends to eat. Food, amiright?? I love a good pub quiz or movie. I’m also a true crime fanatic so I listen to a lot of crime podcasts.

Q:Do you have a favorite background noise you like to having going while you write (TV, Music, kids playing)? 
A: For some reason I can sit in a coffee shop and work with all that noise, but when I’m home, I can’t have ANY noise. No television, music or talking. I love working to the sound of rain, though.

ABOUT THE BOOK:

The third book in New York Times bestselling author Tessa Bailey's Romancing the Clarksons series about four siblings on a cross-country road trip, perfect for fans of Gena Showalter and Julie James!

This time, she's calling the shots.

Peggy Clarkson is returning to her alma mater with one goal in mind: confront Elliott Brooks, the man who ruined her for all others, and remind him of what he's been missing. Even after three years, seeing him again is like a punch in the gut, but Peggy's determined to stick to her plan. Maybe then, once she has the upper hand, she'll finally be able to move on.

In the years since Peggy left Cincinnati, Elliott has kept his focus on football. No distractions and no complications. But when Peggy walks back onto his practice field and into his life, he knows she could unravel everything in his carefully controlled world. Because the girl who was hard to forget is now a woman impossible to resist.


On Sale: April 25, 2017
Publisher: Forever
Mass Market: $7.99 USD
eBook: $5.99 USD


BUY THE BOOK HERE:

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Excerpt: 

“I don’t know, Peggy.” He whirled on her, closing in until she was forced back onto the desk. “I had an All-American on my squad this morning and now I don’t. That’s all I know.” He pointed a finger toward the window. “I solve problems down on the field. Saving people isn’t my job.”
Saving people. God, there was such a wealth of regret and pain in those two words. But he couldn’t hear it and she couldn’t address it. Letting him know she saw right through his façade to the hurt beneath might force Elliott to close himself off. “You didn’t always limit yourself. Why are you doing it now?”
“Accepting things that can’t be changed isn’t a limitation. It’s realistic.”
“But how will you know if something can’t be changed unless you try?”
“When it comes to certain things, Peggy, trying leads to losing.” He was in her face now, the mint from his toothpaste familiar and inviting where it slid over her lips. “And I don’t lose.”
No one ever stood up this man but her, and she wouldn’t be cowed now. “No? You’re out a receiver.” She hitched herself up on his desk. “I’d call that a loss.”
The tips of his shoes met Peggy’s, his hands gripping the furniture on either side of her hips. “Who do you think you are, little girl? Coming into my office and telling me what I’ve done wrong?” His eyes were brilliant in their vexation, the attraction he was trying so hard to fight. “Where do you get the goddamn bravery?”
“The bravery is what you liked best about me,” she breathed, heat sizzling in a downward V toward her thighs. “Isn’t it?”
“No. That bravery is what almost led to my downfall.” His hands found her bottom, jerking her to the edge of the desk. “I resented it. Still do.”
“Liar,” Peggy whispered, easing her thighs wider. “You’re dying for an excuse to head for another downfall.” When her legs were as open as she could spread them, she leaned up to Elliott’s ear and let her breath shake loose. “One thrust.”
Elliott’s right hand came up out of nowhere, molding over Peggy’s mouth as his hips crowded into the notch of her legs. With a quick maneuver to recline her halfway back, Elliott’s erection found the apex of her thighs, delivering an aggressive pump against her underwear that sent a scream climbing up Peggy’s throat, only to be trapped by his hand. Knees jerking up out of reflex over the rush of sensation, an orgasm almost—almost— broke past the surface, sending her waters rippling out on all sides. Her legs wanted to hug Elliott’s waist, her voice wanted to beg for one more, one more, one more, but he shook his head, denying her, even though his gaze was hot, a low groan issuing from his harshly masculine mouth.
He leaned in and nipped the lobe of her ear. “Next time, ask for two.”


THE ROMANCING THE CLARKSONS SERIES:


ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Tessa Bailey is originally from Carlsbad, California. The day after high school graduation, she packed her yearbook, ripped jeans, and laptop, and drove cross-country to New York City in under four days. Her most valuable life experiences were learned thereafter while waitressing at K-Dees, a Manhattan pub owned by her uncle. Inside those four walls, she met her husband, best friend, and discovered the magic of classic rock, managing to put herself through Kingsborough Community College and the English program at Pace University at the same time. Several stunted attempts to enter the work force as a journalist followed, but romance writing continued to demand her attention.

She now lives in Long Island, New York with her husband and daughter. Although she is severely sleep-deprived, she is incredibly happy to be living her dream of writing about people falling in love. 


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#GiveAway #Interview Raging Madness By Jude Knight

Raging Madness
Series: The Golden Redepennings, Book 2
By Jude Knight

Jude is giving away ecopy of each of the other Redepenning stories to a random commenter: Candle’s Christmas Chair and Gingerbread Bride (novellas) and Farewell to Kindness. Plus a chance to enter for made-to-order story. Please use the RaffleCopter below to enter. 

Crystal: Today I have the pleasure of hosting Jude Knight. Welcome Jude! I'm so excited to have you here today. 

Jude: Hi, Crystal. Thank you for hosting me today. I'm delighted to be here to tell you and your readers a little about myself and A Raging Madness, my next release.

Crystal:  Would you share a little bit about yourself with us today?

Jude: Sure. I'm a New Zealander who writes historical fiction (romances and mysteries) set mostly in Regency England, though I get around a bit in both space and time.

I live on a two acre plot of land in a small country town with my personal romantic hero and two cats. We have dozens of fruit trees, and I've been bottling apples and quinces while on a fortnight's holiday.

My day job is turning insurance policies, government forms, and how-to manuals into clear, easy-to-read documents that ordinary people can understand. But my passion is telling stories, and I spend most of the rest of my waking hours with my head in the nineteenth century, talking to my heroes and heroines.

Crystal:  Do you have a favorite scene you would like to share with us?

Jude: I think this is my favourite. It is a long time coming, but keep reading. They’ll get there.

Ella had left her bonnet in the chaise, and the sea wind played with tendrils of her hair, teasing it out of its pins. “All these things that are happening—they will stop once the people get to know us, won’t they?” She asked.
Alex gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. “Perhaps they are stopping. The last few have been more of a nuisance than a real danger.”
“Alex! Those slates could have killed you. And if all of the adders had bitten…” She shuddered.
“The slates may have been an accident or a personal grudge. Fox seems to think I am having an affair with his wife.” Should he have said that? He didn’t want to give her cause to doubt his fidelity.
But Ella merely laughed and returned the squeeze. “How stupid. Don’t worry, Alex. You are not the sort to bother the maids.”
“I’m not the sort to have affairs with married women,” he pointed out. “Even if I didn’t love you, Ella. Given I love you with every fibre of my being, I have no interest in other women.”
He had taken two more steps before he realised that she had stopped and turned back to her.
Ella faced him, her face white and her eyes blazing. “You love me?”
“Of course, I love you. You know I love you.” He had told her so often. Hadn’t he? Not in words, perhaps, but he had shown her.
“You care for me. But love? You never said. You never said the words.” She hadn’t moved, but she let him take her hands. She met his gaze, examining his face with eyes slightly shuttered.
Alex swallowed against a suddenly dry throat. “I love you,” he repeated.
Ella said nothing for a moment that stretched. His chest was tight and his head was spinning as he waited, holding his breath, for her response.
“You mean it.” The wonder in Ella’s voice kept the hurt and the fear from being overwhelming, but still, he almost refused the leap; almost turned away with a joke and a change of subject.
No. She loved him. He was almost certain of it. He sucked in a deep, gasping breath of air. “You never said the words,” he reminded her, challenged her. And stopped breathing again.
Ella smiled. A slow beatific dawning, spreading across her face until she hid it against his chest, pressing as close into him as possible, her arms wrapped around his chest.
“I love you, Alexander Redepenning. I have loved you since I was a girl of fourteen. I have never stopped loving you, and I never will.”

Crystal: Where did you come up with the idea for your latest release?

Jude: Like all my books, A Raging Madness started with several ideas coming together. One night as I was drifting off to sleep, I visualised a scene with a heroine climbing down the wall of a house to escape her relatives. On another occasion, I imagined a hero carrying a leg full of shrapnel and looking for a new career after being forced by his injury to leave the army.
It sat there for a while, till I began to imagine the stories that would eventually become The Golden Redepenning series, and drawing family trees. I knew that four of my heroes would be the sons of Brigadier General Lord Henry Redepenning, and when I got to the third son, Alexander, all of a sudden my wounded soldier had a name.
I needed an invalid for the first book in the series and had originally intended to make it a school friend of the hero, Stephen Redepenning, the Earl of Chirbury. But the series already had a wounded hero, so why introduce a new one? So Alex turned up in Farewell to Kindness, and proved to be suspicious of women, protective of his family, and frustrated about his injury.
Most of the rest of the building of the story consisted of doing the hard yards: hours of interviewing the characters, thinking about their motivations and their back stories, wondering about the major influences on them and the experiences that scarred or strengthened them. But I had a few more moments of pure serendipity.
The canal boat journey, for example. I needed them to escape, but Ella was suffering opium withdrawal (the in-laws had been keeping her drugged), and Alex was crippled with devastating pain. I was watching a television show in which two British actors were cruising England's canals. What a marvelous way to travel! Gentle on the injuries, and almost invisible. Who would think to look for runaways on the slowest mode of transport ever invented?

Crystal: What are you currently working on?

Jude: I'm writing two novels more or less simultaneously, moving from one to another as I hit roadblocks and need to go do some more research. The Realm of Silence is the sequel to A Raging Madness, and Concealed in Shadow is the sequel to Revealed in Mist, the historical mystery I published last December.

I also include a short story in each newsletter I send to subscribers, so I usually have one of those on the go as well.

And I've finished the research and planning for the novellas for the two Christmas anthologies I'm in this year. Both are due to beta readers at the end of May, so I'll need to get working.

Crystal:  Do you have any special routine that you follow when you are writing?

Jude: Only that I try to write 500 words every day, no matter what, and preferably at least 1000 words. I write first drafts on my iPad, using a Bluetooth keyboard, and I edit on the PC.
I write on the commuter train, which takes an hour from my country town to New Zealand's capital city, Wellington, for the day job. I write while waiting for the hairdresser or the doctor or the dentist. I write sitting up in bed if I have trouble sleeping. And when I am taking a shower or walking somewhere, I'm usually planning the next bit of dialogue or the next twist in the story.

Crystal:  Did you have to do a lot of research for this book or any other? If so do you have a fascinating fact that you have learned you would like to share with us?

Jude: Yes, I am a research geek and have never met a research rabbit hole I didn't want to dive down. I always do far more research than shows up in the books, and I often write about interesting stuff I've found out in my Footnotes on Friday posts on my blog.

I researched local seasonal traditions for both novels in The Golden Redepennning series: Whitsunday for Farewell to Kindness and Easter for A Raging Madness. I was fascinated to find that many country kitchens in historic England hung up bread on Good Friday and used it for wound care during the year. Now I'm not suggesting you do this at home, folks, since not all molds that grow on bread are penicillin. But some are, so pre-antibiotics, this folk remedy almost certainly worked better than doing nothing.

Crystal:  Who are some of your favorite authors that you like to read?

Jude: In historical romance, Caroline Warfield, Anne Gracie, Mary Balogh, Grace Burrowes, Jessica Cale, and Elizabeth Hoyt are do-not-miss authors for me. I own every Georgette Heyer, both historical and mystery, and reread them. In mystery, I wait impatiently for each new J D Robb book, and have read every P.D. James, Ellis Peters and Agatha Christie ever written. In SF, I love Terry Pratchett, Isaac Asimov, Catherine Asara, and Ursula Le Guin.

Crystal:  Is there a genre you haven't written that you would like to try?

Jude: I'm focusing on historical, because I have more than 40 plots roughly outlined, and that's going to take me a while. But I've love to do some sf mystery. Setting a murder mystery in a future world has some interesting challenges I'd love to meet. I've also got a bit of a yen to take the werewolf I accidentally invented for a made-to-order story (The Heart of a Wolf), and build a series around him. And maybe a time jump story?

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Blurb:

Their marriage is a fiction. Their enemies are all too real.

Ella survived an abusive and philandering husband, in-laws who hate her, and public scorn. But she’s not sure she will survive love. It is too late to guard her heart from the man forced to pretend he has married such a disreputable widow, but at least she will not burden him with feelings he can never return.

Alex understands his supposed wife never wishes to remarry. And if she had chosen to wed, it would not have been to him. He should have wooed her when he was whole, when he could have had her love, not her pity. But it is too late now. She looks at him and sees a broken man. Perhaps she will learn to bear him.

In their masquerade of a marriage, Ella and Alex soon discover they are more well-matched than they expected. But then the couple’s blossoming trust is ripped apart by a malicious enemy. Two lost souls must together face the demons of their past to save their lives and give their love a future.

Genre: Regency romance, historical romance, historical suspense, Regency noir, gothic
Heat rating: PG-13 µ ISBN: 9780473393670
Page count: 382 pages on Kindle 
Publication date: 9 May 2017

Buy Links:
Amazon | Jude Knight’s book page | Smashwords | iBooks | B&N

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Excerpt :

Fear pierced the fog, and drove Ella across the carriage way and into the shrubbery beyond. The soft rain of the past few days had left branches laden with moisture, and puddles and mud underfoot. Every part of her not covered by the woollen blanket was soon drenched, but the chill kept her awake, kept her from falling back into the false happiness of the dream.
Every stone and twig bruised her feet. Her soft slippers were not made for outside walking, and would be in shreds before she reached the village. At least it was not still raining.
The carriage way turned onto the village road. She kept to the side, ready to hide in the ditch if anyone came. Alone, in her shift, and still dazed from the drug? Being returned to the Braxtons would be the best she could expect from a casual passer-by, and the worst… She shuddered. She had travelled with the army, worked as her father’s assistant, been Gervase Melville’s wife. She knew the worst that could happen to a woman at the mercy of the merciless.
A soft whicker caught her attention. Falcon’s Storm. He was a lighter shape above the hedgerow, stretching his neck to reach his mistress.
“Storm, my sweet, my champion.” She stopped to fuss over him for a minute that stretched into a timeless pause, crooning nonsense about having no treats in her pocket for she lacked a pocket. He lipped at her shoulder and her hair, but showed no offence at being denied the expected lump of carrot or apple.
“I missed you, too,” she assured him. “If only you were old enough, dearest, you would carry me away, would you not?”
He was solidly built for a two-year old, but so was she, for a woman. She walked away with a deep sigh. He was the one thing in the world that was solidly, legally, beyond a doubt hers; her only legacy from the swine she had married, born of her mare, Hawk of May, and Gervase’s charger.
But if she took him, how would she feed him? And if they were hunting for a woman and a colt… No, she could not take him with her, and opening the gate to set him loose was also out of consideration. He would follow her, for sure.
She continued on her way, praying that the Braxtons would leave him to the care of old Jake, the groom, or sell him to someone who appreciated him for the future champion he was.
Storm followed her to the corner of his field, and called after her until she was out of sight. She was hobbling by then. Even though the cold numbed them, her feet shot pain at her from a thousand bruises and cuts.
Then the rain began again. She pulled an edge of the blanket over her head, which kept off the worst of it, but it still sluiced down her cheeks and brow, gathered on her eyebrows, dripped over her eyes, and streamed down either side of her nose.
She passed the first house in Henbury village, keeping to the shadows. Then a row of cottages. The smithy, silent in the dark night. Another row, this one with shops on the street face and living spaces above.
The inn was ahead, the only building showing lights. She paused in the shelter of the last of the cottages, hiding in the doorway while deciding what to do next. Despite the lateness of the hour, people still came and went from the public room; not many, but one would be enough to destroy her escape.
Above, lights showed in two rooms on the second floor. Surely Alex would not climb the stairs that high?
The best rooms were at the back. Alex… She had no idea of his circumstances now, but he was a lord’s son. Gervase had often complained to her about the privileges Alex expected as of right, because he was well born and wealthy. Jealous nonsense, of course. It was Gervase who wanted special treatment while all the other officers suffered with their men. But Alex was grandson to an earl; that was true enough.
She would follow her hunch and hope her confidence was not born of the laudanum.

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Author bio:

Jude Knight’s writing goal is to transport readers to another time, another place, where they can enjoy adventure and romance, thrill to trials and challenges, uncover secrets and solve mysteries, delight in a happy ending, and return from their virtual holiday refreshed and ready for anything.
She writes historical novels, novellas, and short stories, mostly set in the early 19th Century. She writes strong determined heroines, heroes who can appreciate a clever capable woman, villains you’ll love to loathe, and all with a leavening of humour.

Website and blog: http://judeknightauthor.com/
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Tuesday, April 25, 2017

#Review #GiveAway FEELS LIKE THE FIRST TIME By Marina Adair

FEELS LIKE THE FIRST TIME 
Series: Destiny Bay, #2
By Marina Adair
Review:

Feels like the First Time is the second book I have had a chance to read by Marina Adair. I was just as impressed with this book as I was The Last Kiss of Summer. I think it's safe to say I have added another favorite author to my list. Ms. Adair has a way with a story that had me intrigued at the beginning and feeling that wonderful heart warming awe at the end, with plenty of drama, family, romance, and tension in the middle. 

Ali Marshal has all the characteristics I like in my heroine. She is sweet, caring, independent, has a touch of sass and feisty enough to keep those she loves at least a little in line.  I really liked Ali. She is one of those ladies you want to sit down with and dish about life, family, and friends. 


Bradley Hawk is running a successful business with is best friends. Things are going pretty well and he's trying to get on with his life. He had his heart ripped out of his chest and stomped on not so long ago. Now he has deal with the lady that broke his heart and he has to be the good business man that he is.


Hawk and Ali are friends with that ever presence of attraction just lingering under the surface. It could be unleashed at any time if only there wasn't so many obstacles in their way and misunderstandings that need cleared up, and OK they both need to confess their feelings.


I loved watching Hawk and Ali explore their deeper feelings for each other. The attraction is hot and the passion is firework worthy. Hawk steps up to help Ali when she needs it most. He came up with some of the sweetest ways to help her. I don't think you could help buy fall for Hawk.


I also enjoyed the family dynamics that make the tension just little tighter. Ali and her sister haven't been the closest of sisters and there is some sibling rivalry there that adds to the pressure Ali is feeling to be the perfect daughter. 


On the whole I really really enjoyed this story. The story line was incredible. The characters are great and it was wonderful to see some friends from The Last Kiss of Summer. This is part of the Destiny Bay Series but it stands on it's own just fine. You'll enjoy catching up with friends if you have read The Last Kiss of Summer. The twist and turns had me wondering what was going to happen next and just how all the secrets and  frustrations were going to be worked out. It is a page turner of a story that is for sure. 


I was given the opportunity to read this fabulous story and it has been my pleasure to share my thoughts with you.


You may read more of my reviews on Marina Adair's work here.


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 ABOUT THE BOOK:
  
In the tradition of New York Times bestselling authors Rachel Gibson, Kristan Higgins, and Jill Shalvis, comes the second book in a funny and charming new small-town contemporary romance series by Marina Adair.

What's wrong with a little white lie?

There are a lot of things Ali Marshal doesn't do: pink anything, a day without chocolate, and Hawk, her sister's ex-husband. Sure, he's a sexy former NHL star who can make her pulse pound with just a wink. But he belonged to Bridget first. And no matter how long she's had a crush on him, how great he's always been to her dad, or that her sister is engaged to someone else now and Ali needs a date to their engagement party, she can't give in to temptation. Can she?

It's been years since his disastrous marriage crashed and burned, and Bradley Hawk has finally moved on. So when Bridget blows back into town with her new fiancé, throwing the engagement party of the year, he could care less . . . until Ali tells one little lie that lands him smack dab in a fake relationship. After one promise to be Ali's date and two of the hottest kisses he's ever had, Hawk can't deny how much he wants her. But what happens when this fauxmance starts to feel very, very real?

On Sale: April 25, 2017
Publisher: Forever
Mass Market: $7.99 USD
eBook: $5.99 USD

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Excerpt:

Ali nodded because she needed him more than she needed her next breath.
The intensity of her feelings terrified her. They always had. Even at seventeen she knew what she felt went beyond the run-of-the-mill teenage crush. She’d been in love. Sure, it was a young, simple love, but it was love all the same.
Only he’d loved someone else.
So when he married her sister, she did her best to let him go. But no matter how painful it had been for her, and at times the ache was so acute it had been paralyzing, she was never able to set him completely free. Choosing the pain over the loss.
Now he was back, looking at her how she always looked at him, as if he’d never let go, and Ali gave in to the fantasy. Played out the what-ifs she carried with her for over a decade. He’d been hers for so long, she let herself believe that she was his, too.
He was asking for right here, right now—this she knew. Tomorrow, reality would creep in, and everything would go back to the way it was. But tonight, sitting on this beach, overlooking a world bigger than the two of them, Ali wanted to feel what it was like to be loved by the man who owned her heart.
“I want,” she said.
“What do you want, Aliana?” he whispered, the sound of her name on his lips doing crazy things to her. Crazy girly things that made her feel delicate and desirable.
“I want you.” She trailed her hands down his pecs to that flat stomach and lower, loving how his muscles rippled and curled under her touch. “I want you to pamper me so hard I won’t remember how to walk come morning.”
Hawk’s eyes darkened, and his mouth was on hers. Hard and demanding, and just how she’d imagined. There was no warm-up, no testing the waters. He was kissing her as if he knew what he wanted.
And he wanted Aliana.
Their mouths were fused together, her hands gripping his shoulders for purchase, but his fingers were gentle, languidly exploring her face, her neck, the curve of her shoulder, slowly moving down her arm and bringing the wide neckline of her shirt with him.
He never stopped kissing her, but she felt his lashes flutter open, realized that she’d never closed her own. Then his deep brown eyes locked on hers, watching her as they kissed, and it was erotic and unexpected. As she watched him back, she felt his lips curl into a smile. Could feel the dimples on both cheeks come alive under her touch.
“You like to watch,” Hawk growled, and she felt her cheeks flush.
Ali never considered herself a watcher. But Hawk was such a beautiful and commanding man, she’d never been able to look away. Not even now, when her body was begging for release. He was that good—a simple kiss and she was so turned on, she could feel her body shaking.
That smile turned cocky.
“It’s not like I stand there peering through your bedroom window at night,” she said, leaving out that night he was at the bar. His bedroom window during the morning, when he was walking around after a shower. She was more than guilty.
“I’ve peered through yours.”
And to prove he wasn’t the least bit ashamed, he lowered his head and placed an openmouthed kiss on her shoulder, those eyes of his never leaving hers. Not even when he moved lower toward her collarbone, his mouth working her with a softness that took her by surprise and a reverence that made her feel as if she was precious.
Ali wasn’t sure what to do. Hard, challenging, complicated—that was what she was used to. But this was light, simple—too easy to be real. It confused her as much as it terrified her.


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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Marina Adair is a #1 National bestselling author of romance novels and holds a Master of Fine arts in creative writing. Along with the Destiny Bay series, she is also the author of the Sugar, Georgia series, the St. Helena Vineyard series, and her new Heroes of St. Helena series. She currently lives with her husband, daughter, and two neurotic cats in Northern California.

As a writer, Marina is devoted to giving her readers contemporary romance where the towns are small, the personalities large, and the romance explosive.



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