Wednesday, August 30, 2017
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Tuesday, August 29, 2017
Mr. Big Release Day Launch
Are you ready to meet Oliver? MR. BIG by Delancey Stewart is available today, and you don't want to miss this sexy and fun contemporary romance! Find out more about MR. BIG below and pick up your copy now!
About MR. BIG
Once upon a time, I had everything: money, power, a multimillion-dollar company, a loving family. Well, at least I thought I had everything. Then my parents died, and I found out my whole life was based on a lie. That’s pretty much the moment when I went numb. Told the world to f*** off and went on a bender of epic proportion, just to see how far I could fall before I hit rock-bottom.
Now I’m back and all I want in this world is my morning—okay, afternoon—coffee. Then one of my employees has the nerve to call me out for cutting the line at the coffeehouse at the company I own. Sure, I’m a little scruffier than usual, but come on, bitching out the CEO? Not a smart career move. Just who does this smart-mouthed ball-buster think she is? And more important, what do I have to do to get her number?
Holland O’Dell may be uptight, but I wouldn’t mind taking her back to my place and ripping off that business-casual blouse/skirt combo and burying myself in her curves. She pushes my buttons, but at least I’m feeling something. And whatever it is, I won’t stop until I get more.
Advance praise for Mr. Big
“Mr. Big is the kind of smart, sexy delight that every woman deserves to read! [Delancey] Stewart will make you believe in true love in this steamy, heart-wrenching tale.”—USA Today bestselling author Sierra Simone
“With a smart, feisty heroine and hot, tortured hero, Mr. Big has everything I look for in a contemporary romance. Witty, sexy, and full of heart!”—Melanie Harlow, USA Today bestselling author
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Read an excerpt from MR. BIG
“Where did you come from, Holland?” “That’s a good question.” I wasn’t trying to dodge, but I didn’t have an answer. Plus, I wasn’t sure he was speaking geographically. “Were you born and raised in Los Angeles?” So he was speaking geographically. “Maybe,” I said. “I was raised here. I don’t know where I was born, actually.” He raised an eyebrow in question. I took a deep breath. “I was abandoned. They found me in a cardboard box at a hospital in Long Beach when I was a couple weeks old.” I watched his eyes, waiting for the predictable sorrow, the sympathy most people offered when they heard about my inauspicious beginnings. Hale’s eyes reflected something else, though—they flashed with anger. “I grew up in foster homes.” I shrugged. “You were adopted?” He whispered the words, as if he couldn’t believe what he was saying. I shook my head, a little confused at his reaction. For a moment I wondered if the revelation made him think less of me. It had certainly made me think less of myself for a lot of years. “Nope. Never adopted. Just fostered.” My salad came and I was thankful for the distraction. Hale watched me intently, a crease between his dark eyes. He seemed about to say something, but then turned his head and stared out at the ocean instead. The sun was flashing on its surface, glittering like cellophane ribbons. I waited for him to ask more questions, but he seemed lost in thought. We ate in relative silence, me enjoying the sunlight and warmth, and the entire avocado I’d convinced the waitress to bring me. Hale appeared to be focused on something inside his mind, something he didn’t seem apt to share. I decided to push. “What about you?” His eyes snapped back to mine and then he shook his head, saying nothing. “Seriously? I share but you don’t?” After spending most of the morning being thoughtful and kind, Mr. Big Dick was back. His face was closed and anger bubbled in his eyes as he turned his focus to his burger. “I see how it is,” I pressed. He paused, a fry partway to his mouth, and then his hand lowered again, his shoulder slumping. “It’s not that I don’t want to tell you.” “Okay . . .” He dropped the fry and leaned back in his chair, a deep sigh escaping his lips. “It’s more that I don’t really know.” He stared down at his plate as he said, “I was adopted, actually. But I’ve only found that out recently.” His voice was cold, almost clinical, like this was a distant fact to be examined, not something integral to who he was. “And you’re upset?” It was a stupid question. A dark frown had crept over his face and he looked much more like the broody asshole I’d met at Cody Tech than like the almost sweet man who’d been helping me since then. He was clearly upset. A smile flickered over those incredible lips, but it did nothing to tamp down the sadness in his eyes. “I don’t know. Yes. It’s complicated.” Without stopping myself this time, I reached for his hand, my own fingers covering the long square tips of his where they rested on the table. He started slightly, as if I’d shocked him, and then relaxed, his thumb reaching around to rub a line across the top of my fingertips. I suppressed the shiver that ran through me. The pain in his eyes had ebbed, and he looked up at me with something that felt a bit like wonder.About Delancey Stewart
Delancey Stewart has lived on both coasts, in big cities and small towns. She's been a pharmaceutical rep, a personal trainer and a wine seller. Despite lots of other interests, she has always been a writer.
A military spouse and the mother of two small boys, her current job titles include pirate captain, monster hunter, Lego assembler, story reader, and tech writer. She tackles all these efforts from her current home outside Washington DC.
Monday, August 28, 2017
Mr. Big
This was an interesting story. Holland was a girl with a plan to make it big in her company, but she needed a little outside help. What she didn't realize was that help came in the form of the CEO. Cody was lost after his parents died and the shocking news that was revealed after their death. Helping Holland helped him with the loss and to rediscover why he loved his company. Their friendship turned love helped both of them in different ways. I thought this was a cute story and give it 4 stars.
About MR. BIG
Once upon a time, I had everything: money, power, a multimillion-dollar company, a loving family. Well, at least I thought I had everything. Then my parents died, and I found out my whole life was based on a lie. That’s pretty much the moment when I went numb. Told the world to f*** off and went on a bender of epic proportion, just to see how far I could fall before I hit rock-bottom.
Now I’m back and all I want in this world is my morning—okay, afternoon—coffee. Then one of my employees has the nerve to call me out for cutting the line at the coffeehouse at the company I own. Sure, I’m a little scruffier than usual, but come on, bitching out the CEO? Not a smart career move. Just who does this smart-mouthed ball-buster think she is? And more important, what do I have to do to get her number?
Holland O’Dell may be uptight, but I wouldn’t mind taking her back to my place and ripping off that business-casual blouse/skirt combo and burying myself in her curves. She pushes my buttons, but at least I’m feeling something. And whatever it is, I won’t stop until I get more.
Advance praise for Mr. Big
“Mr. Big is the kind of smart, sexy delight that every woman deserves to read! [Delancey] Stewart will make you believe in true love in this steamy, heart-wrenching tale.”—USA Today bestselling author Sierra Simone
“With a smart, feisty heroine and hot, tortured hero, Mr. Big has everything I look for in a contemporary romance. Witty, sexy, and full of heart!”—Melanie Harlow, USA Today bestselling author
Get your hands on MR. BIG now:
About Delancey Stewart
Delancey Stewart has lived on both coasts, in big cities and small towns. She's been a pharmaceutical rep, a personal trainer and a wine seller. Despite lots of other interests, she has always been a writer.
A military spouse and the mother of two small boys, her current job titles include pirate captain, monster hunter, Lego assembler, story reader, and tech writer. She tackles all these efforts from her current home outside Washington DC.
Thursday, August 24, 2017
Love Another Day Review Blitz
A man born
to protect
After a
major loss, Brody Carter found a home with the London office of McKay-Taggart.
A former soldier, he believes his job is to take the bullets and follow orders.
He’s happy to take on the job of protecting Dr. Stephanie Gibson while the team
uses her clinic in Sierra Leone to bring down an international criminal. What
he never expected was that the young doctor would prove to be the woman of his
dreams. She’s beautiful, smart, and reckless. Over and over he watches her risk
her life to save others. One night of pure passion leads him to realize that he
can’t risk his heart again. When the mission ends, Brody walks away, unwilling
to lose another person he loves.
A woman
driven to heal
Stephanie’s
tragic past taught her to live for today. Everything she’s done in the last
fifteen years has been to make up for her mistakes. Offering medical care in
war-torn regions gives her the purpose she needs to carry on. When she meets
her gorgeous Aussie protector, she knows she’s in too deep, but nothing can
stop her from falling head over heels in love. But after one amazing night
together, Brody walks away and never looks back. Stephanie is left behind…but
not alone.
A secret
that will change both their lives
A year
later, Stephanie runs afoul of an evil mercenary who vows to kill her for failing
to save his son. She runs to the only people she trusts, Liam and Avery
O’Donnell. She hasn’t come alone and her secret will bring her former lover
across the world to protect her. From Liberia to Dallas to Australia’s outback,
Brody will do whatever it takes to protect Stephanie from the man who wants to
kill her, but it might be her own personal demons that could destroy them both.
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The door slammed and she suddenly
found herself with her back against it. Brody crowded in, taking up all the
space and staring down at her. His body brushed hers and she found both her
wrists captured in one of his. He dragged them over her head, forcing her chest
to come out, breasts skimming along his body. “I shouldn’t do this.”
Tough chick was winning. Steph let
her take over. It was surely better than the desperate girl who lived inside
her. She kept asking for love and affection and getting swatted away. This was
the next best thing, possibly the only thing she would ever get. “Then don’t.
Let me go and I won’t bother you again.”
“No, you’ll go find Ezra Fain and
bother him,” Brody said on a growl.
“Somehow, I don’t think he’ll find
me a bother.” She’d barely spoken two words to the man, but she wasn’t going to
admit it. It was better to let Brody think she wasn’t a love-starved girl.
“He won’t fucking find you anything
at all. If you’re determined to not sleep alone tonight, you can damn well do
it with me.” His mouth came down on hers and every inch of her skin came alive.
His kiss was overwhelming, hungry. There was no slow meshing of mouths. He took
her, his tongue surging inside and dominating her own. He let go of her hands
and started to explore her body. His hands were on her hips when he came up for
air. “I’m leaving in the morning. I’m going back to London and I can’t come
back.”
She’d known that would probably be
his answer. She’d known he wouldn’t want to stay and she couldn’t leave.
“One night. That’s all I want.” It
was all she could have. It had been foolish to think it could be any different.
His mouth came down on hers again
and she let herself get swept away. One night and her life would go back to
normal. One night and then she would be alone again. His hands started to roam
over her and she tried to forget all the reasons why this was a bad idea.
He stepped back, his entire body
set in hard lines. He strode over to the bed and sat down. “Take off the gown.
It’s pretty, but I want to see you.”
She hesitated, all her insecurities
coming to the forefront. Somehow, she’d thought he would simply take her. “Let
me get the lights.”
He was back in her space again, his
hand wrapping around her wrist. “I didn’t say turn off the lights. I said take
off the gown. How am I going to see you if you turn off the lights?”
“Brody,” she began.
He was having none of it. “You got
on your knees in front of me and you said you knew what you were offering me.
The first thing you were offering me was obedience. The second was your body.
You’re giving me neither right now.”
His voice had gone midnight dark
and something about the tone made her soften. He was right. She did know what
she’d offered him and now she was trying to have it all her way.
There was nothing wrong with her
body. It was feminine and she was healthy. What was she afraid of? “All right.”
He let go of her wrist and sat back
down, looking like a damn king waiting on his concubine’s performance. For all
his “I’m nothing but a grunt” talk, the man could be incredibly arrogant, and
damn if she didn’t find it sexy as hell.
Something about that voice let her
know that everything was going to be fine. He was past the point of rejection.
He was in and that meant he would play her Dom for the night. He would take
care of her. She was as safe with him in the bedroom as she’d been in the
field.
At least she was safe for the
night. In the morning she would be in a world of hurt, but she wasn’t thinking
past tonight.
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Tuesday, August 22, 2017
The Beauty of Us Release Day Launch
From New York Times bestselling author Kristen Proby comes a sexy, new standalone contemporary romance in her Fusion Series, THE BEAUTY OF US, out now! Grab your copy today and get to know Trevor and Riley!
About THE BEAUTY OF US:
New York Times bestselling author Kristen Proby delivers another sizzling novel in her delectable and sexy Fusion series.
Riley Gibson is over the moon at the prospect of having her restaurant, Seduction, on the Best Bites TV network. This could be the big break she’s been waiting for. But the idea of having an in-house show on a regular basis is a whole other matter. Their lives would be turned upside down, and convincing Mia, her best friend and head chef of Seduction, that having cameras in her kitchen every day is a good idea is daunting. Still, Riley knows it’s an opportunity she can’t afford to pass on. And when she meets Trevor Cooper, the show’s executive producer, she’s stunned by their intense chemistry.
Trevor’s sole intention is to persuade Riley to allow Best Bites TV to do a show on her restaurant. But when he walks into Riley’s office, he stops dead in his tracks. The professional, aloof woman on the phone is incredibly beautiful and funny. But can he convince her that he’s interested in Riley for himself? Or is he using the undeniable pull between them to persuade her to agree to his offer?
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“There seems to be an explosion
in the jackass population,” I reply, and sigh, passing my glass to Kat for a
refill.
“Where are you meeting them?” he
asks, and I bite my lip.
“I don’t want to tell you.”
“Online,” he says with a nod.
“I didn’t say that!”
“Didn’t have to. If you met him
at the gym or the grocery store, or somewhere else in person, you wouldn’t be
embarrassed.”
“I’m not embarrassed.”
“Yes, you are. Otherwise, you
wouldn’t mind telling me.”
“Fine.” I sigh and rub my
forehead with my fingers. “I met them online.”
“Stop that,” he says.
“I don’t know where else I’d meet
people,” I reply. “I’m at work at least fifty hours a week. I don’t do school
or clubs or church, and I rarely go to the grocery store because I always eat
here.”
“I could stop feeding you,” Mia
interjects and I toss her a glare.
“I’m just saying, if you always
do what you’ve always done, you’ll always get what you’ve always gotten.”
“I don’t understand any of the
words you just said.” I squint at him, trying to process.
“Switch it up,” he says with a
grin. “Try to meet people somewhere else. I mean, you didn’t meet me online,
and I’m not an asshole.”
“Sure, you’re cute, and you look like you have your shit together,
but I suspect that once I got to know you I’d learn that you have mommy issues
and fourteen dogs.”
“You might,” he says with a
thoughtful nod. “I do hide those things well. All I’m saying is, stop using the
dating sites and try meeting people in real life.”
“Yeah. Easy for you to say.” I
pout into my wineglass. “Do I need to send you some money for this counseling
session?”
“Nah, the first one’s on me,” he
says, tossing that crazy-hot smile at me again. “Just don’t combine Star Wars and Star Trek anymore and that’s payment enough for me.”
He pulls a few bills out of his
wallet and tosses them on the bar, then stands to leave.
“Have a good night, and good
luck,” he says.
“Thanks.” Just as he’s almost out
of view, I call out. “Wait! I didn’t ask your name.”
“Trevor,” he says, and my stomach
immediately does at least four cartwheels. “Trevor Cooper.”
“You’re early,” is all I can
think to say. My cheeks burning, my fingertips immediately tremble. “You’re not
supposed to be here for two more days.”
“I like to come early. Get the
lay of the land, that sort of thing.” He smiles and waves. “See you in a couple
of days.”
He walks away, and as soon as I
hear the front door close, I turn to my friends and just stare at them in utter
horror.
“Tell me that didn’t just
happen.”
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