Friday, November 20, 2015

New Release ~ Hearts of Blue by L.H. Cosway

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She upholds the law. He breaks it.
Two blue hearts, both alike in bravery In not-so-fair London, where we lay our scene From gun crime to petty theft Where family is blood and survival makes hands unclean In this place, we find two hearts who should be foes And yet, amidst the turmoil their love still grows Misadventure abounds and the divide will bring them strife But with luck, death doesn’t always mean an end to life.
Hearts of Blue is a standalone contemporary romance that tells the story of star-crossed lovers Karla Sheehan and Lee Cross, a police constable and the thief who steals her heart.


I have been waiting for this story for what seems like forever! While, I know it has not been that long, I could not wait to see what L.H. Cosway had in store for Lee & Karla. The bad boy and the Cop. Usually the Cop in a story is the man....but not this time! How refreshing that the cop is a woman. LOVE! And while Lee & Karla come from different worlds, they have something in common. The need to prove themselves.

It's hard not to fall in love with Lee. The sexy bad boy. The taboo. I mean what can be more taboo then the good Cop and the bad boy? Knowing that the person you are falling for is a criminal when YOU put criminals in jail. And if anyone found out about who you were sleeping with you would be laughed off the force. YIKES!

I believed it! I believed every second, every page. I was all in and left satisfied. I can expect nothing less from L.H. Cosway and her Hearts Series. Yes, this one had a little different feel from her other stories, but it suited the characters. Both have to be tough because of what they do. There is less quirkiness because it's not who these characters are. I'm okay with that. It would seem strange to me to have a quirky thief & awkward cop.

Do yourself a favor and read this series! Read this book! Read anything by L.H. Cosway. You will not be left disappointed.
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L.H. Cosway has a BA in English Literature and Greek and Roman Civilisation, and an MA in Postcolonial Literature. She lives in Dublin city. Her inspiration to write comes from music. Her favourite things in life include writing stories, vintage clothing, dark cabaret music, food, musical comedy, and of course, books.
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Wednesday, October 7, 2015

Cover Reveal ~ Perfect Ruin by Nashoda Rose



Book Title: Perfect Ruin (Unyielding Book Two) 
Author: Nashoda Rose 
Genre: Erotic Romance 
Release Date: December 14, 2015 
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Model: Assad Shalhoub

I knew EXACTLY what I wanted for this cover and the only way to get it was a custom photo shoot.
I was fortunate to find Christopher John at CJC Photography, who organized the shoot with the amazing model Assad and WOW did they deliver. The photo was to capture a scene in the book that I love. A huge thank you to Christopher and Assad for bringing my vision to life. And to the talented Louisa at LM Creations for the outstanding cover


The New York Times Best Selling author Nashoda Rose is back with the much anticipated story of Kai and London in the Unyielding series.


There is nothing I care about.
No attachments.
No connections.
Outwardly, I’m a perfect gentleman.
Until my target sees my knife.
I fear nothing, not even death.
In my world, death is considered a privilege.
But my life comes with unbreakable cruel strings and
when I met her, I should’ve walked away.
I didn’t.
I was too selfish.
And that sealed her fate.
Because one week with me led her into the hands of ruin.


We all have unique layers that make up who we are.
What makes us vulnerable or strong.
What we fear and what excites us.
But peel back those layers and you’re left naked and exposed.
They did that to me.
Each piece was slowly stripped away then burned.
I merely existed.
But there was one layer they overlooked.
The most important of them all—the tie to one man.
The man responsible for me being this way.
The man who found me.
And the killer who would do anything to protect me.
Perfect Ruin is the dark erotic story of Kai and London.
Their beginning.
And the continuing story of Vault.

Must be read in order:

Perfect Chaos (Unyielding, #1) Deck and Georgie
Perfect Ruin (Unyielding, #2) Kai and London
Perfect Rage (Unyielding, #3) Connor’s story


I’d slit men’s throats who had families. I’d destroyed lives. I’d been groomed to ruin and not care how I did it as long as the job was done.

But what Mother didn’t know or understand was you never stole or harmed the girl belonging to a cold ruthless killer.

Flecks of who they made me into had begun to chip away the day I’d met London and what leached inside me was a slow acting poison. One that ate the numbness,brought in the light when all I’d seen was dark.

I leaned closer to her, my hand on the back of her neck as I whispered in her ear, “Maybe I am like my father. Because I’m a man who will do anything for the woman I want.” She tensed and the creases around her mouth accentuated as she frowned. “I wish I had more time to do this justice.”

I had my hand out of my pocket and the piano wire around her throat before she had the chance to take a final breath.

She looked like a fish out of water, flailing against me as she struggled to breathe. I held the wire tight, no mercy, no feeling toward what I was doing. Her fingernails ripped her own fragile skin as she tried to loosen the wire.

Her legs gave out.

Her wild horrified eyes went dead.

Her body fell limp.

I dropped her to the floor and put the wire back in my pocket. Then I crouched down beside her lifeless body. “London is mine and you fucked with that. Vault is going to pay for what it’s done.”



Nashoda Rose is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who lives in Toronto with her assortment of pets. She writes contemporary romance with a splash of darkness, or maybe it’s a tidal wave.

When she isn't writing, she can be found sitting in a field reading with her dogs at her side while her horses graze nearby. She loves interacting with her readers and chatting about her addiction—books.

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Friday, October 2, 2015

Cover Reveal ~ Sinful Longing by Lauren Blakely

We are thrilled to bring you the Cover Reveal for Lauren Blakely’s SINFUL LONGING! SINFUL LONGING, the third title in Lauren’s New York Times and USA Today bestselling erotic romance Sinful Nights series, releases November 17th! SINFUL LONGING follows a new couple in the series! Yes, technically it can be read as a standalone, but you’ll likely enjoy it more if you read the first two books in the series, New York Times and USA Today bestselling novels SWEET SINFUL NIGHTS and SINFUL DESIRE!

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Sarah Hansen at Okay Creations created this fabulous cover!

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Sinful Longing - full cover jacket   ABOUT SINFUL LONGING: He's the inked brother. The one you're wondering about. The bad boy of the family. Colin Sloan has a past. He's done things he's not proud of, but he's living differently now. Making changes in his life. Working hard, working out harder, and trying to win over one woman. He's utterly crazy about Elle Mariano, and though the sex is epic, their friends-with-benefits arrangement just isn’t cutting it anymore. He wants all of her, and is determined to prove he’s what she needs in her life. Elle is fiery, loyal, and in major lust with Colin Sloan. He’s everything she craves in a man -- smart, sexy, kind -- and a rock star between the sheets. But his past hits too close to home for her, and the people she has to protect. There isn't room in her life for a relationship with Colin. Especially when she’s forced to keep a secret that could tear his family apart… SINFUL LONGING is the third book in the steamy, sexy, suspenseful New York Times Bestselling Sinful Nights series from Lauren Blakely, author of the wildly popular Seductive Nights series...This high-heat, high-stakes romance series follows the Sloan family as each sibling falls madly in love against the backdrop of sin, money, greed, passion, mystery and suspense…  

But Wait! That’s not all!

SINFUL DESIRE has gotten a new cover too!

Because the Sinful Nights series is all about the Sloan family and their journeys, Lauren and her team thought it was important for the covers to help tell those stories and focus on the Sloan men as well. In order to do that, SINFUL DESIRE, and the series as a whole, was updated. We are so excited to share these covers with you today! We can’t wait for you to fall deeper in love with the Sloan brothers!  


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And don’t miss the first two books in the Sinful Nights Series…

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SINFUL LOVE - March 2016

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About Lauren Blakely: Lauren Blakely writes sexy contemporary romance novels with heat, heart, and humor, and she has had eight books on the New York Times Bestseller list and fourteen on the USA Today Bestseller list. Like the heroine in her novel, FAR TOO TEMPTING, she thinks life should be filled with family, laughter, and the kind of love that love songs promise. Lauren lives in California with her husband, children, and dogs. She loves hearing from readers! Her bestselling series include Sinful Nights, Seductive Nights, No Regrets, Caught Up in Love, and Fighting Fire. She recently released SWEET SINFUL NIGHTS, the first novel in her new sexy romance series Sinful Nights that became an instant New York Times Bestseller. Her new adult forbidden romance, 21 Stolen Kisses, hit e-readers in May and landed on the USA Today Bestseller list. In September, she'll release SINFUL DESIRE, her next title in the bestselling SINFUL NIGHTS series. She also writes for young adults under the name Daisy Whitney. To receive an email when Lauren releases a new book, text BLAKELY + your email address to 678-249-3375 (please use the actual + sign).  

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Monday, September 28, 2015

Cover Reveal ~ Capture Me by Anna Zaires

Author: Anna Zaires
Genre: Dark Romance
Release Date: December 8, 2015
Models: Sarah Stroven and Adam Stroven
A new dark romance series from the New York Times bestselling author of Twist Me
She fears him from the first moment she sees him. Yulia Tzakova is no stranger to dangerous men. She grew up with them. She survived them. But when she meets Lucas Kent, she knows the hard ex-soldier may be the most dangerous of them all. One night—that’s all it should be. A chance to make up for a failed assignment and get information on Kent’s arms dealer boss. When his plane goes down, it should be the end. Instead, it's just the beginning. He wants her from the first moment he sees her. Lucas Kent has always liked leggy blondes, and Yulia Tzakova is as beautiful as they come. The Russian interpreter might’ve tried to seduce his boss, but she ends up in Lucas’s bed—and he has every intention of seeing her there again. Then his plane goes down, and he learns the truth. She betrayed him. Now she will pay.   NOTE: Capture Me is the first book about Lucas & Yulia and has a cliffhanger-ish ending. It’s a long novella/short novel of approximately 45,000 words (about 200 pages) and is a spin-off from the Twist Me trilogy. It’s not necessary to have read that trilogy to enjoy Capture Me, but the book does contain major spoilers for books 2 and 3 of Twist Me.   PRE ORDER - capture me
Author’s Note: This is from Yulia’s POV. For those of you familiar with the Twist Me series, this scene takes place in Moscow, when Lucas & Julian were there to meet with the Russian officials.   He steps into my apartment as soon as the door swings open. No hesitation, no greeting—he just comes in. Startled, I step back, the short, narrow hallway suddenly stiflingly small. I’d somehow forgotten how big he is, how broad his shoulders are. I’m tall for a woman—tall enough to fake being a model if an assignment calls for it—but he towers a full head above me. With the heavy down jacket he’s wearing, he takes up almost the entire hallway. Still not saying a word, he closes the door behind him and advances toward me. Instinctively, I back away, feeling like cornered prey. “Hello, Yulia,” he murmurs, stopping when we’re out of the hallway. His pale gaze is locked on my face. “I wasn’t expecting to see you like this.” I swallow, my pulse racing. “I just took a bath.” I want to seem calm and confident, but he’s got me completely off-balance. “I wasn’t expecting visitors.” “No, I can see that.” A faint smile appears on his lips, softening the hard line of his mouth. “Yet you let me in. Why?” “Because I didn’t want to continue talking through the door.” I take a steadying breath. “Can I offer you some tea?” It’s a stupid thing to say, given what he’s here for, but I need a few moments to compose myself. He raises his eyebrows. “Tea? No, thanks.” “Then can I take your jacket?” I can’t seem to stop playing the hostess, using politeness to cover my anxiety. “It looks quite warm.” Amusement flickers in his wintry gaze. “Sure.” He takes off his down jacket and hands it to me. He’s left wearing a black sweater and dark jeans tucked into black winter boots. The jeans hug his legs, revealing muscular thighs and powerful calves, and on his belt, I see a gun sitting in a holster. Irrationally, my breathing quickens at the sight, and it takes a concerted effort to keep my hands from shaking as I take the jacket and walk over to hang it in my tiny closet. It’s not a surprise that he’s armed—it would be a shock if he wasn’t—but the gun is a stark reminder of who Lucas Kent is. What he is. It’s no big deal, I tell myself, trying to calm my frayed nerves. I’m used to dangerous men. I was raised among them. This man is not that different. I’ll sleep with him, get whatever information I can, and then he’ll be out of my life. Yes, that’s it. The sooner I can get it done, the sooner all of this will be over. Closing the closet door, I paste a practiced smile on my face and turn back to face him, finally ready to resume the role of confident seductress. Except he’s already next to me, having crossed the room without making a sound. My pulse jumps again, my newfound composure fleeing. He’s close enough that I can see the gray striations in his pale blue eyes, close enough that he can touch me. And a second later, he does touch me. Lifting his hand, he runs the back of his knuckles over my jaw. I stare up at him, confused by my body’s instant response. My skin warms and my nipples tighten, my breath coming faster. It doesn’t make sense for this hard, ruthless stranger to turn me on. His boss is more handsome, more striking, yet it’s Kent my body’s reacting to. All he’s touched thus far is my face. It should be nothing, yet it’s intimate somehow. Intimate and disturbing. I swallow again. “Mr. Kent—Lucas—are you sure I can’t offer you something to drink? Maybe some coffee or—” My words end in a breathless gasp as he reaches for the tie of my robe and tugs on it, as casually as one would unwrap a package. “No.” He watches as the robe falls open, revealing my naked body underneath. “No coffee.”    
About the Author
6550220 Anna Zaires fell in love with books at the age of five, when her grandmother taught her to read. She wrote her first story shortly thereafter. Since then, she has always lived partially in a fantasy world where the only limits were those of her imagination. Currently residing in Florida, Anna is happily married to Dima Zales (a science fiction and fantasy author) and closely collaborates with him on all their works. After graduating from the University of Chicago with a degree in Economics, Anna spent eight years on Wall Street analyzing stocks and writing research reports. In 2013, she became a full-time author, pursuing her lifelong dream of writing romance novels. Dima Zales is the love of her life and a huge inspiration in all aspects of her writing. Every book Anna writes is a product of their unique collaborative process. In addition to reading and writing, Anna enjoys drinking tea (coconut oolong, anyone?), watching addictive TV shows, and discussing book ideas during long walks with her amazing husband. She loves hearing from her readers, so please don't hesitate to contact her through her website or connect with her on Facebook, where she hangs out way too often. Also, please visit her husband and collaborator, Dima Zales, at and check out their fantasy & science fiction books.  
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Friday, September 25, 2015

Spotlight ~ Alessandra Torre

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Alessandra Torre is an award-winning New York Times bestselling author of ten novels. Her books focus on romance and suspense, all with a strong undercurrent of sexuality. Torre has been featured in such publications as Elle and Elle UK, co-hosted Dirty Sexy Funny with Jenny McCarthy, as well as guest blogged for the Huffington Post and RT Book Reviews. She is also the Bedroom Blogger for
You can learn more about Alessandra on her website at, or you can find her on Twitter (@ReadAlessandra) or Facebook.


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The rules are the same. I can’t open the door. I can’t leave. I can’t kill anyone.
The only difference is, I don’t set the rules anymore. Guards in grey uniforms do. It is everything I never wanted and everything I always deserved. I write to you now, from a prison cell. My home for the next twenty to thirty years.
That’s the going term for murder.

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 “Where were you last night, Ms. Madden?” I brought my eyes up from the water bottle and into the woman’s eyes. “I was here. In my apartment.” The woman’s eyes darted, from left to right, like a pong paddle. “All night?” “Yes.” “Can anyone verify that?” When she spoke, her eyebrows pinched together in a sharp V of distrust. I watched their narrow exclamations and wondered what they have on me. Anything? Was this a fishing expedition or a sharpening of the nails that would seal my coffin? “Umm… yes. My next-door neighbor. Simon.” I tried to push into last night’s vault, but found nothing. Strange. “He was with you?” I felt the upward curl of my lip. “No. But he locked me into the apartment. From nine till sometime this morning.” That surprised them. I felt the shift of air, the rigid tilt of the woman as she fought against turning her head to the man. He leaned in a little and spoke, “I don’t understand.” I sighed, an action that bought me a moment to deliberate the wisdom of information sharing. “Simon lives a few doors down. He locks my door at night. So he can verify that he locked me inside last night, and I was here all night until he unlocked me.” “Your door locks from the outside?” EyelinerCop found this very interesting. I watched the tip of her pen, the increased tremor of it as it scratched against the page of her notebook. “Yes.” I lifted my eyes from the pen. “What evidence do you have against me?” Her mouth widened into a grin, a stretch of raw lips that looked painful. I didn’t like that grin, that tell that I’d just stepped into a pile of shit. “Why, Ms. Madden, what an interesting question. An innocent person would be more interested in finding out what crime was committed.” “Who said I was an innocent person?” The response slipped out, snarky and unnecessary. I’d wanted to shut the cop up, to wipe that smug grin off her face. The question was much more passive than what I wanted to do. To spring across the table and claw at her throat. Yank at her belt and palm her service revolver. Celebrate the gun’s weight in my hand in the moment before I pointed the gun at her temple and pulled the trigger. Take that, bulletproof vest. Compared to that scenario, my egotistic response was tame. Tame and stupid. The pair of detectives all but high-fived each other with their eye contact. I settled back in my chair and waited. Counted to ten and swore to behave. The woman composed herself and spoke. “What are you guilty of, Ms. Madden?” I wondered why she was in charge of this interaction. If it was her rank or if it was because they thought I’d associate with a woman more. Thought I would buddy up and confess away, all because a penis didn’t hang between her legs. I tapped my fingers against the arm of the chair. “I’d like you both to leave now. Unless you have something to charge me with.” They had to have something. Surely they didn’t show up at my apartment on a whim. I must have slipped up somewhere, forgotten something. Left a gaping hole big enough for them to stick an arrest warrant through. The man spoke. “Let’s get back to the neighbor. You said he locks you inside? Why would you let him do that?” This was wrong, bad. I shouldn’t be here, shouldn’t be talking to them. I had asked them to leave, didn’t that mean they had to? I took a sip of my water and looked away from the man, making accidental eye contact with the woman. She leaned forward and pointed, her finger one long arrow of invasion. “What happened to your nose, Ms. Madden?” “My nose?” I reached up and touched it. Felt the caked blood, the split across my bridge. I fought the urge to follow suit with my second hand to fully explore the damage. Focused on my pain and suddenly realized how much it throbbed. “It looks broken.” She looked concerned, but she wasn’t. She was giddy, would probably have reached out and gripped my nose herself if she could have. It looks broken. It felt broken. I pushed on the tip and got lightheaded. Pulled my hand away before I fainted. I stared at a strand of the woman’s hair that had escaped her ponytail. Focused on it until the spots cleared from my vision. “Ms. Madden?” the man prodded. “What?” “What happened to your nose?” Good question. I looked away from the strand of hair and into the man’s eyes. “I’m not sure.” “You forgot?” The seed of unease was growing in my stomach. Why was I talking to them? Why were they here? Why was I offering information when I wasn’t getting any? I stood up and watched for a reaction. A reach for a paper, for evidence to wave in my face, but they did nothing, just stayed in place and watched me. “I’d like to be alone.” I walked to the door and waited, the pair slow in their stand, step, then pass through the open door. I was almost free, about to shut it, when the woman’s hand settled on my arm, a firm and hard grip that tightened against the sleeve of my Marilyn Monroe sweatshirt. I turned, raising my brows at her in question. “Why did you kill him?” the cop whispered, her eyes glued on me. I didn’t answer her. I held her eye contact while I reached down and pulled back on her index finger until she released my arm. Then I dropped my hand, stepped back, and shut the door, the slam of the steel against the frame loud and unfamiliar. I didn’t not answer to be smart or mysterious. The main reason I didn’t answer was because I wasn’t sure how to answer. I wasn’t sure which death she was asking about. To be honest, I was starting to lose track.

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Sassy in Savannah Author Event
October 3rd, 2015 from 12 - 4 p.m.
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