Some secrets are meant to be revealed…
Or
so you’ll discover, in three sexy, unforgettable Valentine’s Day stories from
New York Times & USA Today bestselling author Jennifer Ryan
and contemporary romance stars Candis Terry and Jennifer Seasons.
Waiting for You by Jennifer Ryan
Rancher
Grant Devane has waited for Taylor Larson’s return to Fallbrook for more than
ten years. Now that the fearless beauty has come home on her terms, he’ll do
anything and everything necessary to win back her heart.
Sweet Fortune by Candis Terry
Sarah
Randall is tired of being invisible to the opposite sex. So when a leap of
faith sends her to Sweet, Texas, and into the path of ridiculously hot Deputy
Brady Bennett, she’s determined to catch his eye … even if it means staying
hidden just a little bit longer.
Major League Crush by Jennifer Seasons
Professional
baseball player Drake Paulson can’t help wanting to know more about his cute,
shy neighbor. But when he discovers her deepest secret and she flees, it’ll
be up to him to win her trust—and her love—one gift at a time.
CONFESSIONS OF A SECRET ADMIRER: A
Valentine’s Day Anthology
By
Jennifer Ryan, Candis Terry, and Jennifer Seasons
Avon Impulse e-book; on
sale: 2/4/2014
Here’s a
sneak peek of a steamy secret confession from a love-struck admirer in each
story!
I confess that…
“It's been ten long years, since
Taylor left, and I've been planning how I'll get her back. I've got a
Valentine's surprise that includes the key to my house - she already has
the one to my heart.”
GRANT (Waiting for You by Jennifer Ryan)
“I went through hundreds of messages online before I found just
the right ones to place in Brady’s fortune cookies. The temptation to stray
to the X-rated ones was almost too much to resist.”
--SARAH (Sweet Fortune by Candis Terry)
“The
way Drake Paulson fills out his baseball uniform makes me blush—in a good
way.”
--BERTIE (Major League Crush by Jennifer Seasons)
Confess to your crush
this Valentine’s Day with something sweet from Lindt! Enter the Confessions of a Secret Admirer
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Tuesday, February 4, 2014
Promotional Blitz & Giveaway!!! Confessions of a Secret Admirer: A Valentines Day Anthology by Jennifer Ryan, Candis Terry & Jennifer Seasons
Launch Day Blitz, Excerpt & Giveaway: All For You by Jessica Scott
ALL FOR
YOU by Jessica Scott (February 4, 2014; Forever E-Book; $2.99)
Can a
battle-scarred warrior . . .
Stay sober. Get deployed. Lead his platoon. Those are the only things that matter to Sergeant First Class Reza Iaconelli. What he wants is for everyone to stay out of his way; what he gets is Captain Emily Lindberg telling him how to deal with his men. Fort Hood's newest shrink is smart as a whip and sexy as hell. She's also full of questions-about the army, its soldiers, and the agony etched on Reza's body and soul. . . . open his heart to love? Emily has devoted her life to giving soldiers the care they need-and deserve. Little does she know that means facing down the fierce wall of muscle that is Sergeant Iaconelli like it's just another day at the office. When Reza agrees to help her understand what makes a soldier tick, she's thrilled. Too bad it doesn't help her unravel the sexy warrior in front of her who stokes her desire and touches a part of her she thought long dead. He's the man who thinks combat is the only escape from the demons that haunt him. The man who needs her most of all . . .
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“So how many of you think that behavioral
health is for pussies?”
Half the room burst out with coughs attempting to cover laughter. The
other half were busy picking their jaws up off the floor. It had been a
reckless gamble, one that would have made her father cringe in shame, but one
that worked because the tension snapped, fizzling a little bit. Granting her
an opening she might not have had otherwise.
“Be honest.” She glanced at the sergeant major, who looked ready to
brain the first officer or sergeant that raised his hand. “Never mind, don’t
answer that.” She shot a quick grin at the sergeant major and a few more
chuckles drifted out of the crowd. “Look, we all know that I’ve got you held
captive for an hour and we can stand here and stare at each other or maybe we
can talk about what’s going on that we’ve got so many soldiers willing to
hurt themselves.”
She made the mistake of looking in Reza’s direction.
He was watching her, his dark gaze intense, his mouth flat. At least
he wasn’t glaring at her. That was progress, she supposed.
She gripped the pen in her hand and motioned toward the men before
her. “So maybe we can put aside the canned slides and talk about why you hate
the shrinks. And maybe I can explain what it is that we do. And maybe, if we
work together, we can save a life.”
The silence was back, a wet blanket settling over the room. She
glanced around as the brief opening she’d attempted to walk through shriveled
and shrank.
“I have a question.” Reza raised his hand. His eyes glittered darkly.
“Sergeant First Class Iaconelli, ma’am. My question is: Why do we have to
spend so much time chasing after the shitbirds who are smoking spice or some
other shit that’s not meant for human consumption and then when we try to
throw them out, you all stop the process and tell us they have PTSD?”
“Ike, your attitude is part of the damn problem.” All eyes turned in
the direction of a hard-looking sergeant first class. He had no hair and
there was a hint of a black tattoo ringing his neck. Sergeant First Class
Garrison was a big man. “Intimidating” was too light a word for him. And yet,
on his left hand, a wedding ring shone bright gold. Someone had tamed this
man. She found herself wondering at the woman who’d married him then pulled
her thoughts sharply into focus. “You can’t run around calling our soldiers
shitbirds. They’ll always do what you expect and if you expect them to screw
up, they’re going to live up to your expectation.”
“I don’t expect them to be smoking it up in the barracks on the
weekend,” Reza snapped.
Emily held up one hand. “Sergeant Garrison, thank you for getting
straight to the heart of the matter. What you’re talking about is not simply
about drug abuse. You’re talking about soldiers who are self-medicating.
Instead of using the proper channels to seek care, they’re choosing instead
the easier path of smoking marijuana, or what is it you called it? Spice?”
“It’s synthetic marijuana, ma’am,” Garrison said.
She’d had no idea there was such a thing, let alone that soldiers were
smoking it. “Thank you. Regardless of their drug of choice, the reason for
using is often to deal with symptoms of anxiety that they’re otherwise
managing or not managing very well.”
Reza lifted his hand and she swallowed the flit of nerves in her belly
as she pointed at him. “Yeah, well, I’ve got real warriors who need help who
won’t go to the damn R&R Center because there’s all these slick-sleeved
little punks in there trying to get out of drug charges.”
It was a cold statement, one that shook
her, reminding her that this was not a sympathetic room. And that Iaconelli
was not a sympathetic man.
“You raise an interesting point, Sergeant Iaconelli. The facts are
that most of our suicides over the last two years have been among first-term
soldiers who have never deployed,” she said, speaking loudly to cover the
nervous waiver in her voice.
Garrison straightened where he’d been leaning against the wall. “Y’all
know I got blown up a little over a year ago. I had a really tough road back.
The thing I learned over that time is that our boys are struggling. Whether
we see it or not, our boys need our help.” He turned his gaze to Emily.
Reza scowled and shook his head. “Look, Garrison, you’re not the only
one who got blown up downrange. But the point I’m trying to make is that it’s
our boys who won’t go get the help because of all the ash and trash taking up
the appointments.”
Emily held up her hands but Garrison interrupted her. “Ike, you need
to shut your damn mouth. Just because you drink yourself to sleep every night
as therapy doesn’t mean someone else doesn’t need a different way to cope.”
“Fuck you, Garrison,” Reza spat. “I’m the reason the rest of your
platoon came home from the last deployment.”
A red-haired sergeant stood. His right hand was bunched in what looked
like a perpetual half grip and it took Emily a moment to realize that it was
a prosthetic hand. Her skin went cold. She’d never seen physical evidence of
the war this close before.
“Girls, girls. Can we please listen to the good captain explain to us
the services she offers? I for one would like more information on how to not
accidentally almost kill myself in the future.”
The room groaned beneath the joke and Emily saw his name tag. Staff
Sergeant Carponti. His eyes lit with an impish grin and she wished she knew
the story behind how the young sergeant was able to defuse the anger between
the two big sergeants with such ease.
“That’s not funny, Carponti.” Reza settled back against the wall.
“It was my accidental overdose. I’ll make jokes if I want to,”
Carponti said. “You can’t because that would just be wrong on multiple
levels. But I can make all the inappropriate jokes I want.” He turned and
grinned in Emily’s direction and she instantly liked him. “How do we fix this
shit, ma’am?”
“There are no easy answers,” Emily said once everyone’s attention was
off the two combatants. “But while Sergeant Iaconelli mocks the issue of bad
homes, the simple fact is that the generation of soldiers we are dealing with
have been raised differently than many of us were. A large portion of our
force comes from broken homes, have been victims of trauma at a very young
age.” She deliberately avoided looking in Reza’s direction. “What I’d like
you all to think about is the fact that many of you are combat veterans. Many
of you have lived through terrible experiences as adults. But how would your
life be different if you’d been beaten as a child? Or sexually abused? You
can mock the younger generation and say they’re weak.” She paused, scanning
the faces of the warriors in front of her, looking for any sign that her
words were breaking through their hardened shells. “Or you can look at the
fact that some of them are even functioning as an act that takes the greatest
strength.”
About
the Author
USA
Today bestselling author Jessica Scott is a
career army officer; mother of two daughters, three cats and three dogs; wife
to a career NCO and wrangler of all things stuffed and fluffy. She is a
terrible cook and even worse housekeeper, but she's a pretty good shot with
her assigned weapon and someone liked some of the stuff she wrote. Somehow,
her children are pretty well-adjusted and her husband still loves her,
despite burned water and a messy house.
She's written for the New York Times At War Blog, PBS Point of View: Regarding War Blog, and Iraq and Afghanistan Veterans of America. She deployed to Iraq in 2009 as part of Operation Iraqi Freedom/New Dawn and has served as a company commander at Fort Hood, Texas. She's pursuing a PhD in Sociology in her spare time and most recently, she's been featured as one of Esquire Magazine's Americans of the Year for 2012.
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Launch Day Blitz, Excerpt & Giveaway: Kaleidoscope by Kristen Ashley
KALEIDOSCOPE
by Kristen Ashley (February 4, 2014; Forever E-Book; $3.99)
Sexy,
gifted, and loyal, PI Jacob Decker is a tall, cool drink of perfection who had
Emmanuelle Holmes at "hello." His relationship with Emme's best
friend kept them apart for years, but things have changed. Now that a case
has brought him to Gnaw Bone, Colorado, the road is wide open for Emme and
Deck to explore something hotter and deeper than Emme dreamed possible. So
why is she sabotaging the best thing that's ever happened to her?
It isn't easy to catch Deck off guard, but Emme does just that when she walks back into his life after nine long years. The curvy brunette had her charms back in the day, but now she's a bona fide knockout . . . and she wants to rekindle their friendship. Deck, however, wants more. Emme's always been the one; she excites Deck's body and mind like no other woman can. But a dark chapter from Emme's past overshadows their future together. Now only Deck can help her turn the page-if she'll let him . . .
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“Sometimes,” Chace started, and his tone
was cautious, “girls like her, girls like she used to be who turn into girls
like she is now, get a guy’s attention, a good-lookin’ guy like that, and
they can go—”
Deck cut him off. “Chace, you know Emme.
You know that’s bullshit. She’s always known her own mind. And she’s always
been cool. Even when she wasn’t a knockout, she wasn’t that kind of person.”
“It’s been years, Deck,” Chace reminded
him. “A lot of them. People change, and it isn’t lost on either of us she has
in a big way.”
“Yeah, and I just met her on the street.
I’m havin’ dinner with her tonight and she looks good, man, but she acts the
same. And her man is a dick but he’s also a moron. So he’s no boss,” Deck
declared and looked at Shaughnessy. “And you just got yourself a maverick.”
The mood in the room shifted. It had
been alert. Now it was relieved.
Shaughnessy was the only one who didn’t
want Deck stepping in.
The rest of them, after all they’d seen
for the past few years, wanted this done, and they were willing to take risks
to get that.
“Terrific,” Shaughnessy muttered, his
eyes moving through the room.
“Decker, this needs to be discussed,”
Douglas stated, and Deck looked to him.
“You want me on the team, we talk money.
I’ll give a discount, see this shit sorted. I’ll want a full brief. I’ll want
the entire file. I won’t take orders. I’ll keep you in the know of what I do
and what I find. But, just sayin’, that woman means something to me.” He
threw out a hand toward the whiteboard. “So even if you don’t put me on the
team and pay me, I’ll still be seein’ her clear of this shit.”
“You can’t let her know we’re
investigating her boyfriend,” Carole said swiftly.
“This isn’t my first rodeo,” Deck
returned. “What’s goin’ down, I wouldn’t fuck your investigation. But she’s
still clear and she’s clear in no more than a week. Not months. Not as long
as it’ll take you to track this crew, the way you’re goin’, and stop their
shit.”
“As contract to this task force, you
cannot engage in illegal activities. We can’t prosecute with fruit from the
poisonous tree,” Douglas told him.
“Again, not my first rodeo,” Deck
replied.
“You have a crew or do you work alone?”
Henry asked.
“This, I’ll be bringin’ in my crew,”
Deck answered.
“They’ll all need to see me,” Douglas stated.
“Contract is signed, you all work for my department until the case is done.”
Deck nodded and his eyes went to Chace.
“Want a picture of that board, want the file.”
“Deck, not sure this is a good idea. You
got a conflict of interest with this—”
Deck again cut Chace off. “This is
Emme.”
“I know it’s Emme,” Chace shot back,
concerned for Deck and losing patience because of it. “Until just now, I had
no idea you’d react the way you have when you saw it was Emme. So Emme’s the
goddamned conflict of interest.”
“You know her,” Deck whispered, also
losing patience, and he watched his friend’s face. Definite concern but also
indecision.
He knew Emme.
Chace went from the academy into
Carnal’s Police Department and stayed there but that didn’t mean Deck didn’t
spend time with Chace throughout all Deck’s travels. Chace had met Elsbeth.
Chace had spent time with her. And with Elsbeth came Emme. So Chace had spent
time with Emme too.
“Her change is remarkable, Deck,” Chace
noted again. “That’s something to take into account.”
At his words, Deck felt the ghost of her
fingers digging into his shoulder through his coat. Saw the dimple. Heard her
call him honey.
And he knew her history. Elsbeth told
him. He knew what she’d survived. He knew what made her what she was.
He didn’t know what made her what she
was now, but he was going to find out at dinner.
Last,
he knew Emme would not be a part of a crew who burgled homes across an entire
county and recruited high school students to do it. Not for the attention of
the likes Dane McFarland. Not for money. Not for power. Not for anything.
“She’s up first. I investigate her.
Clear her. Then clear her of this shit,” Deck stated.
“You work that with me,” Chace returned.
“Suit yourself. But dinner with Emme
tonight is just her and me.”
Chace studied him.
Deck took it then looked to Douglas.
“You got a file for me?”
“It’ll be delivered to your house by
three thirty,” Douglas replied.
“Contracts will be emailed to you by
then. My crew will be in tomorrow at eight to be deputized,” Deck replied.
“You gonna be with them?” Douglas asked.
“Wouldn’t miss that shit for the world,”
Deck answered, cut his eyes through the people in the room, noting Henry
Gibbons looked amused, Mick Shaughnessy looked annoyed, Carole Weatherspoon
looked reflective and Chace still looked worried.
Then he walked out of office, out of the
station and to his truck.
Click on the Link to Read the First Chapter of Kaleidoscope
About the Author
Kristen
Ashley grew up in Brownsburg, Indiana, and has lived in Denver, Colorado, and
the West Country of England. Thus she has been blessed to have friends and
family around the globe. Her posse is loopy (to say the least) but loopy is
good when you want to write.
Kristen was raised in a house with a large and multigenerational family. They lived on a very small farm in a small town in the heartland, and Kristen grew up listening to the strains of Glenn Miller, The Everly Brothers, REO Speedwagon, and Whitesnake. Needless to say, growing up in a house full of music and love was a good way to grow up. And as she keeps growing up, it keeps getting better.
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Sunday, February 2, 2014
Brazen's February Release Day Blast & Giveaway!!!!
 If you like your heroes hot, the sex hotter, and a swoon-worthy romance to swoop in and save your happily ever after, Brazen has the story for you. Sinfully sexy soldiers. Alpha cops who demand control. Sweet guys with a naughty side in the bedroom. At Brazen, they've got the hero destined to melt your... heart. Visit the Entangled website, the Brazen Blog, follow them on Twitter, Like their Facebook page, and follow them on Pinterest.
Introducing Brazen's Feb 3rd releases:
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Saturday, February 1, 2014
Half Time Twitter Chat, Cover Reveal & Giveaway with Author Julie Brannagh
Are you ready for some football this weekend?!
Julie Brannagh, author of BLITZING EMILY (on-sale 1/7), is taking over the Avon Books twitter account (@AVONBOOKS) on Sunday, February 2nd, 2014 for a Super Bowl Half Time Twitter Blitz! Julie will be talking about all things love, football, books and more! As if a conversation about all our favorite things AND a giveaway—that includes some hot Avon sports romances—isn’t enough, Julie will also be revealing the awesome cover of CATCHING CAMERON (the third book in her series)!
Just in time for the Seattle Sea Hawks vs the Denver Broncos Super Bowl showdown (and the anticipation of her forthcoming title RUSHING AMY on- sale 2/11) Julie wants you to join in on the fun! She'd love for you to stop by, chat, say hello, and share the news with your readers. Just use the hashtag #LUVFOOTBALL during half time on Sunday, February 2nd (estimated to be around 8-8:30PM EST) and you’re in!
All is fair in Love and Football…
A sexy football star tries to reform his image and his life by rescuing a klutzy and reluctant-to-love opera diva in the first book in Julie Brannagh’s irresistible new series
Emily Hamilton doesn’t trust men. She’s much more comfortable playing the romantic lead on stage in front of a packed house than in her own life. So, when NFL star and irresistible ladies’ man Brandon McKenna acts as her personal white knight, she has no illusions he’ll stick around. However, a misunderstanding with the press throws them together in a fake engagement that yields unexpected (and breathtaking) benefits.
Every time Brandon calls her “Sugar,” Emily almost believes Brandon’s playing for keeps, not just to score. Can she let down her defenses and get her own Happily Ever After?
When Amy meets former-football-star-turned-
Matt lives by a playbook--his playbook. He never thought his toughest opponent would come in the form of a stunning florist with a stubborn streak to match his own. Since meeting her in the bar after her sister’s wedding, he’s known there’s something between them. When she refuses, again and again, to go out with him, Matt will do anything to win her heart... But will Amy, who has everything to lose, let the clock run out on the one-yard line?
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