This Isn’t You, Baby by K. Webster – Release Day

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The Isn’t You, Baby

by K. Webster
War & Peace #4
Publication Date: October 25, 2016
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Dark, Romance

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I was a pawn.
Weak and someone easily manipulated.
To be played with as he saw fit.
Until YOU.

YOU shone light in my now dark world.
It was YOU who made me smile.
For the first time in this game, I had hope.
All because of YOU.

The more powerful pieces on the board, however, were a threat to YOU and me.
They would win at any cost.
Two kings ruling with an iron fist.
Allies or opponents, it was hard to tell.

YOU promised to save me.
Told me we would win.

But then I was on the wrong side of the board.
This isn’t YOU, baby.
And I don’t know what to do.

The game is almost over and I’m counting on YOU.
Tick, tock…

Warning:
This Isn’t You, Baby is a dark romance. Strong sexual themes, excessive drug use, and violence, which could trigger emotional distress, are found in this story. If you are sensitive to dark themes, then this story is not for YOU.

This story will make YOU smile.
This story will make YOU angry.
This story will make YOU crazy.

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About K. Webster

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K Webster is the author of dozens romance books in many different genres including contemporary romance, historical romance, paranormal romance, and erotic romance. When not spending time with her husband of twelve years and two adorable children, she’s active on social media connecting with her readers.

Her other passions besides writing include reading and graphic design. K can always be found in front of her computer chasing her next idea and taking action. She looks forward to the day when she will see one of her titles on the big screen.

You can easily find K Webster on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Pinterest, and Goodreads!

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Beard Science by Penny Reid – Release Day Blitz

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Beard Science

by Penny Reid
Winston Brothers #3
Publication Date: October 11, 2016
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Humor, Romance

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Make a deal with the devil and you might get what you want, but will it be what you need?

Jennifer Sylvester wants one thing, and that one thing is NOT to be Tennessee’s reigning Banana Cake Queen. Ever the perpetual good girl and obedient daughter, Jennifer is buckling under the weight of her social media celebrity, her mother’s ambitions, and her father’s puritanical mandates. Jennifer is officially desperate.

And desperate times call for Cletus Winston.

Cletus Winston is a puzzle wrapped in a mystery covered in conundrum sauce, and now he’s in a pickle. Despite being convinced of his own omniscience, extortion by the exalted Banana Cake Queen of Green Valley has taken him completely by surprise. So… what’s a maniacal mastermind to do?

Likely, the last thing you expect.

‘Beard Science’ is the third book in the Winston Brothers series, is a full-length romantic comedy novel, and can be read as a standalone.

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SEX! It all started with sex, between my parents. Personally I don’t like thinking about it, but whatever works for you is a-ok with me. No judgment. The sex happened in California and much of my life also occurred in that state until I moved from the land of nuts (almonds), wine, silicon… boobs, and heavy traffic to the southeast US. Like most writers I like to write, but let’s get back to sex. Eventually I married and gave birth to 2 small people-children (boy-6, girl-4 as of this writing).

By day I’m a biomedical researcher with focus on rare diseases. By night I’m a knitter, sewer, lino block carver, fabric printer, soap maker, and general crafter. By the wee hours of the morning or when I’m intoxicated I love to listen to the voices in my head and let them tell me stories. I hope you enjoy their stories.

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Wilder by Rebecca Yarros – Release Day and Review

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WILDER

by Rebecca Yarros
The Renegades #1
Publication Date: September 19, 2016
Genres: Adult, Entangled: Embrace, New Adult, Romance

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Synopsis: He’s Paxton Wilder.Twenty-two-year-old, tattooed, smoking-hot leader of the Renegades.

Five time X Games medalist.

The world is his playground—especially this year—and for the next nine months I’m stuck as his tutor on the Study at Sea program.

He’s too busy staging worldwide stunts for his documentary to get to class.

But if I can’t get him to take academics seriously, I’ll lose my scholarship…if I don’t lose my heart first.

Six unlikely friends on a nine-month cruise with the Study at Sea program will learn that chemistry is more than a subject and the best lessons aren’t taught in the classroom…but in the heart.

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4 Stars

This was such a fun ride. I had no idea what I was getting into when I started reading this book, but I loved the story, the characters and the writing style. It all hooked me and I could not put it down. I really enjoyed this book and I cannot wait for the next book, Nova.

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ABOUT REBECCA YARROS

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Rebecca Yarros is a hopeless romantic and a lover of all things coffee, chocolate, and Paleo. She is the author of the Flight & Glory series, including Full Measures, the award-winning Eyes Turned Skyward, Beyond What is Given, and Hallowed Ground. She loves military heroes, and has been blissfully married to hers for fourteen years.

When she’s not writing, she’s tying hockey skates for her four sons, sneaking in some guitar time, or watching brat-pack movies with her two daughters. She lives in Colorado with the hottest Apache pilot ever, their rambunctious gaggle of kids, an English bulldog who is more stubborn than sweet, and a bunny named General Fluffy Pants who torments the aforementioned bulldog. They recently adopted their youngest daughter from the foster system, and Rebecca is passionate about helping others do the same.

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Mad Sea by K. Webster – Release Day

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Mad Sea

by K. Webster
Publication Date: September 13, 2016
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Paranormal, Romance, Novella

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Motorcycles and the ocean are my only loves.

Until Hali.

Every Sunday, I exchange my mancard for a punch on my pink frozen yogurt card.
Just to see her.

This is what stalkers do, you see.

I’ll do whatever it takes to catch one tiny glimpse of her bright smile—a smile she shines upon me, even if only for a few brief moments—to light up my usually dark, lonely world.

Hello, my name is Madden Finn.

And I’m in love with a girl who doesn’t even know my name.

***Mad Sea was originally created as a story for an anthology. There were size constraints which explains the short length of this story. Because of this, the story is sweet, to the point, and all kinds of instalove. If you’re looking for a quick, lovable read that is quite outside your normal reading zone, then you’re going to love this.***

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K Webster is the author of dozens romance books in many different genres including contemporary romance, historical romance, paranormal romance, and erotic romance. When not spending time with her husband of twelve years and two adorable children, she’s active on social media connecting with her readers.

Her other passions besides writing include reading and graphic design. K can always be found in front of her computer chasing her next idea and taking action. She looks forward to the day when she will see one of her titles on the big screen.

You can easily find K Webster on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Pinterest, and Goodreads!

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The Cad and the Co-Ed by LH Cosway and Penny Reid

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The Cad and the Co-Ed

by L.H. Cosway and Penny Reid
Rugby #3
Publication Date: TBA
Genres: New Adult, Contmporary, Romance, Humor

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Keeping a secret this big is going to take lots of balls. Specifically, rugby balls.

THE CAD
Bryan Leech is a cad.
Or, he *was* a cad.
No one is quite certain.

Once the quintessential playboy, Bryan claims he’s done with wild parties and weekend benders. No more one night stands leading to mornings he can’t remember; no more binges and blackouts; no more exploits plastered all over the tabloids and rag sheets. According to Bryan, he’s cleaning up his act.

The only problem is, no one believes him.

THE CO-ED
Eilish Cassidy never thought she’d be a mother at nineteen or still in college at twenty-four. Cut off from every member of her family except her favorite cousin, she’s finally managed put her life back together. Stronger and wiser, Eilish enters her last semester of university determined to stand on her own. Now she just needs to find an internship.

The only problem is, her best option—by far—places her directly in the path of her son’s father, and he doesn’t remember her at all.

THE PLAN
Bryan is determined to prove he’s changed. Eager to settle down with the right woman, he’s got his sights set on the gorgeous redhead who seems terribly familiar.

Eilish is determined to hide her secret. She’ll do anything to keep her child safe, even if that means ignoring her own wishes and desires.

But what happens when Bryan starts to remember? And what will it take for Bryan to convince the girl he forgot that she’s unforgettable?

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About L.H. Cosway

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 favorite things in life include writing stories, vintage clothing, dark cabaret music, food, musical comedy, and of course, books.

She thinks that imperfect people are the most interesting kind. They tell the best stories.

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About Penny Reid

SEX! It all started with sex, between my parents. Personally I don’t like thinking about it, but whatever works for you is a-ok with me. No judgment. The sex happened in California and much of my life also occurred in that state until I moved from the land of nuts (almonds), wine, silicon… boobs, and heavy traffic to the southeast US. Like most writers I like to write, but let’s get back to sex. Eventually I married and gave birth to 2 small people-children (boy-6, girl-4 as of this writing).

By day I’m a biomedical researcher with focus on rare diseases. By night I’m a knitter, sewer, lino block carver, fabric printer, soap maker, and general crafter. By the wee hours of the morning or when I’m intoxicated I love to listen to the voices in my head and let them tell me stories. I hope you enjoy their stories.

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Mad Sea by K. Webster – Cover Reveal

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Mad Sea

by K. Webster
Publication Date: September 13, 2016
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Paranormal, Romance, Novella

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Motorcycles and the ocean are my only loves.

Until Hali.

Every Sunday, I exchange my mancard for a punch on my pink frozen yogurt card.
Just to see her.

This is what stalkers do, you see.

I’ll do whatever it takes to catch one tiny glimpse of her bright smile—a smile she shines upon me, even if only for a few brief moments—to light up my usually dark, lonely world.

Hello, my name is Madden Finn.

And I’m in love with a girl who doesn’t even know my name.

***Mad Sea was originally created as a story for an anthology. There were size constraints which explains the short length of this story. Because of this, the story is sweet, to the point, and all kinds of instalove. If you’re looking for a quick, lovable read that is quite outside your normal reading zone, then you’re going to love this.***

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About K. Webster

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K Webster is the author of dozens romance books in many different genres including contemporary romance, historical romance, paranormal romance, and erotic romance. When not spending time with her husband of twelve years and two adorable children, she’s active on social media connecting with her readers.

Her other passions besides writing include reading and graphic design. K can always be found in front of her computer chasing her next idea and taking action. She looks forward to the day when she will see one of her titles on the big screen.

You can easily find K Webster on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Pinterest, and Goodreads!

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This Isn’t Over, Baby by K. Webster – Release Blitz

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This Isn’t Over, Baby

by K. Webster
War & Peace
Publication Date: August 30, 2016
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Dark Romance

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They’d won the battle and I held up the white flag of defeat…
But the war wasn’t OVER.

I suffered the aching loss of what they had stolen from me.
OVER and OVER again, my heart broke.
The white Queen and the black King had taken OVER the game
and ruled for what seemed like eternity.

Until one day, eternity was finally OVER.

I was the dark knight who would rise again and conquer.
I was the man who would win OVER the most important piece on the board.

A slayer. A protector. A father.
A new king with the blackest of hearts.

And head OVER heels in love with…
The little princess who owned my twisted soul.

Sometimes the villains don’t just want their happy ending…
They demand it.

This isn’t OVER, baby.
This will never be OVER.

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This Isn’t Over, Baby is a dark romance. Strong sexual themes and violence which could trigger emotional distress are found in this story. This story is NOT for everyone.

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K Webster is the author of dozens romance books in many different genres including contemporary romance, historical romance, paranormal romance, and erotic romance. When not spending time with her husband of twelve years and two adorable children, she’s active on social media connecting with her readers.

Her other passions besides writing include reading and graphic design. K can always be found in front of her computer chasing her next idea and taking action. She looks forward to the day when she will see one of her titles on the big screen.

You can easily find K Webster on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Pinterest, and Goodreads!

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This Isn’t Over, Baby by K. Webster – Cover Reveal

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This Isn’t Over, Baby

by K. Webster
War & Peace
Publication Date: August 30, 2016
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Dark Romance

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They’d won the battle and I held up the white flag of defeat…
But the war wasn’t OVER.

I suffered the aching loss of what they had stolen from me.
OVER and OVER again, my heart broke.
The white Queen and the black King had taken OVER the game
and ruled for what seemed like eternity.

Until one day, eternity was finally OVER.

I was the dark knight who would rise again and conquer.
I was the man who would win OVER the most important piece on the board.

A slayer. A protector. A father.
A new king with the blackest of hearts.

And head OVER heels in love with…
The little princess who owned my twisted soul.

Sometimes the villains don’t just want their happy ending…
They demand it.

This isn’t OVER, baby.
This will never be OVER.

Warning:
This Isn’t Over, Baby is a dark romance. Strong sexual themes and violence which could trigger emotional distress are found in this story. This story is NOT for everyone.

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K Webster is the author of dozens romance books in many different genres including contemporary romance, historical romance, paranormal romance, and erotic romance. When not spending time with her husband of twelve years and two adorable children, she’s active on social media connecting with her readers.

Her other passions besides writing include reading and graphic design. K can always be found in front of her computer chasing her next idea and taking action. She looks forward to the day when she will see one of her titles on the big screen.

You can easily find K Webster on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Pinterest, and Goodreads!

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Playing By Her Rules by Amy Andrews – Blog Tour

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Playing by Her Rules

by Amy Andrews
Sydney Smoke Rugby #1
Publication Date: July 18, 2016
Genres: Adult, Entangled Brazen, Contemporary Romance

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When style columnist Matilda Kent accidentally lets slip that she was once involved with the captain of the Sydney Smoke rugby team, she suddenly finds herself elevated to the position she’s always wanted – feature writer. The catch? She’s stuck doing a six-part series on her ex. Still, there’s no way she can turn down a promotion…or the chance to dish the dirt on the guy who so callously broke her heart.

…could win it all!

Tanner Stone wants to be involved in a feature series about as much as he wants to snap an Achilles. But the thought of seeing Tilly again is a bonus—and has him more worked up than he wants to admit. Only he’s not prepared for how different she is – all cool and professional. His Tilly is still in there, though…and he still wants her, now more than ever. All he has to do is charm her into giving him a rematch. And this time, winner takes all!

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If Matilda Kent had to write one more story about the latest nipple-baring bustier or test drive the newest crotchless thongs marketed to the “everyday woman” for the edification of her style column readers, she was going to strangle her boss with them.

Seriously, who paid a hundred bucks for a scrap of satin and lace that didn’t cover all the bits underwear was invented to cover? A tiny string of fake pearls slung across the divide just didn’t make up for the lack of fabric in a certain area. And why would someone wear them anyway? On a date maybe. But for work? Or binge watching Netflix? Or cooking a lamb roast?

Or any of those everyday woman things?

No way.

She clicked and unclicked her pen absently as she focused on keeping everything below the boardroom table very, very still in the hope those pearls would stay lax and not encroach on areas where it might result in an embarrassing urge to itch. Or possibly orgasm. In the middle of an editorial meeting.

This was not where she’d imagined four years studying English Lit at Stanford would land her.

Matilda. Must you?”

She stopped clicking the pen and tuned in to the half dozen faces peering at her, including Imelda Herron, her hard-as-nails boss, who’d been in the newspaper business since God was a child.

“Sorry,” she muttered, placing her pen on the table as Imelda continued.

But it was seriously difficult to listen to celebrity names being thrown around for a feature series while concentrating on her almost nonexistent underwear. Normally, she could multi-task her ass off, but the threat of imminent invasion of her lady garden by a foreign object was distracting beyond all reason.

If she was going to be violated, she’d rather it be consensual.

“Him,” somebody toward the end of the table pronounced. “That’s who I’d like to know more about.”

Heads swivelled in the direction of the muted wall-mounted television displaying footage of a football team. The camera zeroed in on Tanner Stone—or Slick as the media called him—the captain of the Sydney Smoke rugby team.

Matilda’s pulse spiked. Tanner freaking Stone. A close-up of him shirtless, bending and stretching, his perfect, tight ass in the air, almost made her forget there were pearls in places they had no right to be.

And the fact he was a lying, cheating scumbag who’d stomped on her heart, turned her into a romantic cynic at the tender age of eighteen, and caused her to sabotage every relationship she’d ever had with a man.

He was the reason her grandmother kept bitching at her about the lack of great-grandbabies.

Matilda would have liked to think she was mature enough now to be over him. Sadly, she wasn’t that evolved. The wound may have healed, but it wasn’t all neat and perfect. It was jagged and messy and if you poked it, it still hurt from time to time.

“I wouldn’t mind being rucked by him,” someone muttered.

Matilda glanced around at the general murmur of agreement and tried not to remember how good the man rucked.

He had set a very high standard.

A surge of heat and oestrogen flooded her system at the avalanche of memories. Looking around at the lascivious gazes, she doubted she was the only one experiencing a hot flush.

“He doesn’t give interviews,” someone else lamented.

“He might now,” Imelda nodded as the screen split in two.

One side was still unhelpfully focused on a pair of glutes that would have made Michelangelo weep. The other showed Bonner Hayden, a recently disgraced rugby player from another team, dashing to his car through a mob of reporters. He’d gotten drunk and disorderly and exposed himself to a waitress in front of an entire restaurant and about forty camera phones.

It had been the latest in a series of embarrassing incidents for the sport.

The attention in the room switched back to Imelda.

“Rugby’s had a bit of an annus horribilis,” she explained. “Their image is pretty crap at the moment. Particularly with women. They might be amenable to a feature series on one of their best and brightest—the ‘man behind the myth’ kind of thing.”

The heat coiled and simmered in Matilda’s gut now. “He’s hardly squeaky clean,” she objected. Best and brightest? Screw that. “The man’s had more barely-dressed women on his arm than Hugh bloody Heffner.”

Matilda didn’t watch sport, and she avoided gossip magazines, but she did work on a newspaper—it was impossible to avoid stories and pictures of the one man it seemed everyone wanted a piece of.

“So? The man’s a bit of a playboy. He’s hot, single, and likes pretty girls.” Imelda shrugged. “But there’s never been a whiff of scandal surrounding him, and at the moment, that seems to be a bit of a rarity in the sport. I think the rugby board might be willing to offer up a sacrificial lamb, no matter how reluctant, to restore its image, if we pitched it just right.”

Imelda tapped a finger with a long scarlet nail against her lips for a beat or two before wandering over to the large windows, every eye in the room tracking her path. The offices of the Standard were high in the sky with a one-eighty degree view of central Sydney. Imelda stopped as if she was admiring the sparkling harbour and the white sails of the famous opera house, but Matilda had been around long enough to know that Imelda wasn’t seeing any of it. She could hear the cogs in her boss’s brain working overtime.

“Sydney Smoke’s Playboy Saint,” she said, turning to face them abruptly, looking into the distance as if she could see the headline up in lights somewhere.

Matilda snorted before she could stop herself. “You wouldn’t think that if you knew him.”

A saint? Tanner Stone was the anti-Christ.

The rapt focus of the group switched instantly to Matilda, zeroing in on her as if she were roadkill and they were birds of prey. The atmosphere in the room grew predatory.

Crap.

“Oh, really?” Imelda purred, pushing away from the windows and prowling toward her with all the grace and menace of a jungle cat about to pounce. “Do tell.”

Matilda swallowed. She hated being put on the spot, and sucked at lying. Her ears were hot and no doubt an attractive shade of red, which her pixie haircut would fail to mask. “We…sort of dated.”

A collective gasp rang around the room. “It was a long time ago,” she hastened to add. “In high school. But I’m here to tell you that Tanner Stone is a world class jerk.”

That seemed to be of little concern to her colleagues, who bombarded her with questions. “What was he like in high school?”

“Was he romantic?”

“How long were you together?”

“Oh my God,” one of the marketing women whispered, “please tell me he’s a good kisser. He has to be with that mouth.”

“Oh, screw kissing,” the ruck girl said dismissively. “I want to know if his legendary ball control extends to the bedroom.”

Matilda blinked at the barrage of questions. There was no way in hell she was telling anybody about Tanner’s ball control. She wanted this day to be over already, and it was only ten a.m. She wanted to go home, take off the ridiculous scrap of fabric and pearls masquerading as underwear, put on her favourite hipsters, and drown herself in a vat of wine.

Imelda held up her hand and everyone magically shushed. Matilda wished that would be an end to it, but she knew her boss too well. Her narrowed, speculative gaze felt like it was probing Matilda’s brain with about as much finesse as a cavity search.

“Good.” Imelda nodded and smiled to herself as if she’d come to a decision. “Matilda, you’ve been wanting to move out of fashion and onto features for some time now. Here’s your chance. I want a six-part series on Tanner Stone. The man behind the myth.”

Matilda gaped at her boss. For almost five years now she’d been slogging away at the newspaper. Her impressive academic qualifications hadn’t meant squat once she’d gotten her foot in the door, and she’d worked hard to move up the ladder. Landing the style column two years ago had been a bit of a coup for someone of only twenty-four, but it was just a stepping-stone. Feature writer was where she wanted to be.

The jewel in the crown.

Now, it seemed, it was being handed to her—with a giant freaking string attached. Suddenly, bustiers and crotchless knickers looked pretty damn good.

“No. No. Hell no.” She shook her head vehemently. She wasn’t putting herself in the way of that train wreck again. “You want me to do a feature story? I’ve got plenty ideas. I’ve pitched a dozen to you over the last year alone.”

Her colleagues looked at her askance. Nobody ever said no to Imelda. Matilda’s pulse hammered madly at her own audacity. But everyone had a line in the sand, and Tanner was hers.

Imelda didn’t do or say anything for long moments, her gaze firmly fixed on Matilda. The lifting of one elegantly arched eyebrow broke the screaming tension. “We could, of course, transfer you to obituaries. Hank is always complaining he’s understaffed.”

Fuckity, fuckity fuck. Matilda didn’t doubt for a moment that Imelda would carry through on the not so subtle warning. She wasn’t someone who made idle threats.

So she was screwed, either way.

At least if she submitted to Imelda’s manipulations and delivered a stunning series, she could leapfrog right into the features team. Use it to her advantage.

If she played her cards right. But…

Tanner freaking Stone?

She shifted in the chair, desperately trying to think of an escape route, the damn pearls reminding her how far away she was from where she wanted to be.

“He won’t agree to it,” she said, prepared to grab hold of any lifeline.

“You let me worry about that.”

Matilda’s sigh was loud and mournful as her shoulders sagged. There was no way out of this but to quit or write about dead people for the rest of her natural life. Neither option was viable with a mortgage the size of hers.

Imelda smiled triumphantly, knowing she had Matilda right where she wanted her. “I’ll set it up.”

Fuckity, fuckity fuck.

“You know what this poker game needs?”

Tanner Stone looked up from dealing the last card just as Ryder Davis said, “A better dealer?” and threw his hand down in disgust.

“Chicks,” Lincoln Quinn continued as he picked up his hand.

Dexter Blake laughed. “Linc,” he said, “if you had any more chicks, you could start your own egg farm. You need to slow down, man, or you’re going to wear that thing out.”

Linc grinned. “Better worn out then neglected, Dex.”

The good-natured insult rolled off Dex’s shoulders. “It’s called discerning, dickhead. You ought to try it some time.”

Donovan Bane whistled. “Discerning. Look at you go with your big words, Dex.”

“Not all football players are young, dumb, and full of come,” Dex said.

“Just the ones called Linc,” Ryder chimed in, and everyone, including Linc, laughed.

“What exactly do you think these chicks you’re always running off at the mouth about would do if they were here, Linc?” Bodie Webb asked as he scrutinised the cards in his hand.

“I don’t know.” Linc shrugged. “Look good, smell good. Get our beers. Stroke our egos?”

Dex snorted. “Man, you are young, dumb, and full of come.”

“As if your ego needs any more stroking,” Ryder added. “If it took form and shape right now in front of us, it’d be a giant hard-on.”

Tanner laughed. He loved poker night. Cold beer, hot pizza, and talking smack. Nothing like relaxing with his fellow team members, far away from the field and the scrutiny of coaches, team officials, the public, and the bloody media. It was usually just the single guys that made it, but it was team building at its best, and as captain, Tanner took team solidarity seriously.

The Sydney Smoke were tight, both on and off the field. It was what made them so damn formidable.

“Poker night’s dudes only,” he said, staring at three aces and two kings. “Now are we going to play or not?”

Tanner’s mobile rang, and the whole table groaned.

“Hey,” Donovan bitched. “You make us switch ours off.”

Tanner grinned as he picked up the phone. “It’s good to be king.” The name display flashed Griffin. The other King in his life. “Crap,” he said. “It’s the coach.”

He picked it up instantly. It had to be something reasonably important. Poker nights were sacred, and the coach knew it.

“Griff?” Tanner said, sliding the phone to his ear, rocking back on the chair’s hind legs. “Everything okay?”

“No, everything is not okay,” he growled. “Apparently now I’m your publicist as well.”

Griffin King was not known for his tolerance. He was known for being one of the best rugby players the country had ever seen, and then for the being the best damn rugby coach in existence. He was known for being a hard taskmaster. He was known for his singular focus on his team and the game, and he hated anything that distracted or detracted from it.

Fripperies he called them. Griffin King hated the fripperies.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re to make yourself available for a newspaper reporter who’s been granted an all-access pass to training, the locker room, and the games, both here and on the road. It’s a six-part series on you—the man behind the myth bullshit.”

Tanner’s chair thunked onto all fours. “The hell I am.”

Looks were exchanged across the table at Tanner’s vehement response. Not many people spoke back to Griff. Not even his captain.

“You think I give one single fuck about any of this crap?” Griff bitched in his ear. “You think it’s my fault that some players go out on the town full of piss and wind and think their shit doesn’t stink? You think I like getting phone calls from a CEO too chickenshit to do his own dirty work and tell you this himself?”

It was also well known that Griff had no tolerance for the suits at the top. There’d been a few over the last ten years that would have gleefully thrown him out of union. But no sports team gets rid of its most successful coach.

“So, because of Bonner Hayden and a bunch of other fuckwits who can’t keep their dicks in their pants and their egos on the leash, I have to kiss up to some journo?”

Tanner knew that rugby needed the media, and he and the team did all that was contractually required of them. But he didn’t believe in singling one player out from the others. One man did not make a rugby team. And he’d seen too many words twisted in the media over the years to want anything to do with a six-part feature.

“Yep. Suits have decided you’re their man. So go do what you have to do, play nice with the journo, and don’t fuck it up, for Chrissakes.”

Tanner shook his head. They couldn’t be serious. “Look Griff—”

“I’m not asking,” the coach interrupted, with a voice that could have frozen a bubbling cauldron. “I’m telling you. This is one of those pain-in-the-ass, non-negotiable things you do for the love of the sport and because I fucking asked you to.”

Tanner pulled the phone away slightly as Griff spewed fire and brimstone into his ear. He looked around at five sets of eyes, the owners of which weren’t even pretending not to listen.

Fucking perfect. Just what he needed. A journo hanging around asking inane questions about shit that did not matter while he was trying to win rugby matches.

Six frickin’ parts.

“Fine,” he snapped, knowing he was up shit creek without a paddle. “Which paper? Who’s the reporter?”

He knew most of the ones that covered the sports desks already. They were okay, by and large. Chuck Nugent was a monumental wanker who knew shit about the intricacies of the game, but he was television-based on account of his apparently pretty face, so at least he’d likely be spared that dipshit.

“It’s the Standard. Someone called Matilda Kent.”

Tanner was pleased he was sitting as Griff tossed that particular grenade at him.

Tilly?

No. No frickin’ way. His Tilly? His high school sweetheart, the woman he’d lost his virginity to? The only woman he’d ever had a real relationship with?

The woman he’d hurt with possibly the most dickish thing he’d ever done in his life?

He knew she was at the Standard. He’d been following her career from afar since she landed back in Sydney straight from Stanford. But she was doing a style column—he knew that because he read it every day. How was she suddenly doing a six-part feature series? On him?

Tanner realised he was listening to the dial tone with no idea when Griff had hung up. He didn’t like the way his lungs felt too big for his chest, or the taut bunch of his muscles in his abdomen.

Tilly.

Fuck.” He threw the phone on the table, picked up his three-quarter full, long-necked beer, and drained it in a half dozen swallows.

Nobody said anything while he drank. But Linc liked the sound of his voice too much to let the silence continue once the bottle hit the table.

“You get caught on camera with your dick out, too?” he asked.

Bodie cuffed Linc across the back of the head as he said, “You okay, cap? You look kind of pale?”

Dex glanced at him. He was calm and collected as usual—off field. On field, the big guy had perfected a menacing look specifically designed to make his opponents piss their pants. “Problem?”

Oh, yeah. Big problem.

“Suits want me to co-operate with a journo for a six-part feature series. The man behind the myth kinda thing.”

Dex whistled. “Fun. Not.”

About as much fun as a root canal.

“Who’s the journo?” Ryder asked.

Tanner picked at the label on his beer bottle. “Matilda Kent.”

It took less than five seconds for realisation to dawn around the table. “Hey,” Linc said. “Isn’t she that chick you read in the paper every day? The fashion chick?”

Fuck. It had to be Linc. “She’s a style columnist.”

Linc laughed and everyone else grinned. “Sorry there, Slick. I’m not up on all the jargon.”

Tanner had tried to convince his teammates, when they’d sprung him last year with the fashion pages, that he only did it because he liked to dress slick. They hadn’t been convinced but had thought it was hilarious enough to start calling him Slick.

Unfortunately, it had stuck and been adopted by the public and media alike. Something about the alliteration of Slick and Stone had obviously appealed.

Lucky for him, people outside the team assumed it was because of how slippery he was on the field or how slick he was with the ladies. But, no, it was from following his high school sweetheart’s writing career.

He sure as hell didn’t want that one going public.

“That’s because you’re a walking fashion disaster,” Tanner quipped.

“So what’s the problem?” Ryder asked. “She’s a chick who writes a style column. Make up some shit, bamboozle her with your famous charm, and send her on her way.”

“The problem is…” Tanner figured it was best to come clean with the guys about his relationship with Matilda. It was bound to come out, and he’d never hear the bloody end of it. “We used to go out. In high school.”

“Ah,” Dex grinned. “Now it all makes sense.”

“Oh, come on, cap. It was high school,” Ryder said dismissively. “How bad can it be? I swear you’re the only person I know who can dump a chick and still have them talk about how sweet you are all over social media.”

Tanner shook his head. “Not this one. I cheated on this one.” Or at least she’d thought he had, anyway.

Donovan winced. “Ouch.”

Bodie also winced. “Sucks to be you.”

“Dead meat.” Linc grinned. “I call shotgun on your apartment, though. This is one cool setup.”

Tanner’s apartment was situated on Finger Wharf, right on the harbour at Woolloomooloo. A century ago, wool was exported from the timber-pile wharf. A lot had changed.

“Shotgun his four wheel drive,” Donovan said.

“Shotgun his locker,” Bodie jumped in.

“Bullshit, that’s mine,” Dex said.

“I called shotgun first,” Bodie protested.

“You can’t handle his locker,” Dex countered.

If he’d been in a better mood, Tanner would have laughed at them squabbling over his stuff like a pack of seagulls. But right now, all he could think about was a cute ponytail and a pair of adorable horn-rimmed glasses.

Tilly.

Why’d it have to be Tilly?

ABOUT AMY ANDREWS

Amy Andrews

Amy is an award-winning, best-selling Aussie author who has written fifty plus contemporary romances in both the traditional and digital markets and been translated into over a dozen languages including manga. She is a USA Today best-seller and has sold in excess of one million books featuring lots of sex and kissing. She likes to make her readers tingle, laugh and sigh.

She loves good books and great booze although she’ll take mediocre booze if there’s nothing else. At sixteen she met a guy she knew she was going to marry and she did. They’re still married and have two grown kids who never stay away long enough to be missed.

She lives on acreage on the outskirts of Brisbane with a gorgeous mountain view but secretly wishes it was the hillsides of Tuscany.

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Worked Up by Tessa Bailey – Book Tour and Giveaway

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Worked Up

by Tessa Bailey
Made in Jersey #3
Publication Date: August 1, 2016
Genres: Adult, Entangled: Brazen, Contemporary Romance

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Synopsis: Factory mechanic Duke Crawford just wants to watch SportsCenter in peace. Unfortunately, living with four divorcee sisters doesn’t provide much silence, nor does it change his stance on relationships. But when a fellow commitment-phobe stumbles into his life, getting him good and worked up, he can’t deny his protective instincts.

Samantha Waverly’s brother just put her in an impossible situation. The only way out? Marry huge, gruff, gladiator look-alike Duke—for show, of course. She doesn’t make promises—she knows too well how easily they can be broken—and this is no exception.

As the blistering attraction between them grows, the lines around the no-strings relationship blur. But Duke and Samantha’s marriage is only for show…or is it?

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Synopsis: His inspiration. His torment. And his temptation…

Jasmine Taveras is the reason Sarge Purcell grabbed his six-string and bailed the hell out of New Jersey four years ago. She’s the fuel for every song he’s ever written-each one laced with bitter, hard-edged, hungry lust. Now, with his hugely successful band is on temporary hiatus, Sarge is determined to prove to Jasmine that this “kid” turned into every inch the man she’s always needed…

Men are slim pickings for a single factory girl in Hook, New Jersey…until tall, broad-shouldered hotness walks-or ratherstorms-into Jasmine’s life. Sarge’s return shouldn’t affect her this way. He’s her best friend’s much younger kid brother, and the kind of rough, gritty, sexiness Jasmine has no right to taste for herself. Even if he lets her.

But lust is a blinding, insatiable force. And when it crashes, it will take both Sarge and Jasmine down with it…

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Synopsis: He has one last chance to deserve the girl of his dreams…

Overachiever River Purcell was never supposed to be a struggling single mom, working double shifts just to make ends meet. Nor was she supposed to be abandoned by her high school sweetheart, breaking her heart into a thousand jagged pieces. Now Vaughn De Matteo is back in town, his sights set onher…and River is in danger of drowning a second time.

No one believed Hook’s resident bad boy was good enough for River. Not even Vaughn himself. But he’ll fight like hell to win back the woman he never stopped loving, to keep the daughter he never expected, and convince himself he’s worth their love in the process–even if he has to rely on their fierce and undeniable sexual chemistry.

But even as River’s body arches under his hungered touch, the demons of the past lurk in the shadows. Waiting for Vaughn to repeat his mistakes one last time…

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ABOUT TESSA BAILEY

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Tessa Bailey is originally from Carlsbad, California. The day after high school graduation, she packed her yearbook, ripped jeans and laptop, driving 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 of eight years and four-year-old 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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