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Happy Book Birthday to Avery Flynn ‘Tomboy’
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Nina: What do you love about this book?
Avery: I love how the heroine, Fallon, speaks her mind. I kinda want to be her when I grow up.
How exactly has one good deed landed me in the penalty box?
Ice Knights defenseman Zach Blackburn has come down with the flu, and my bff -his PR manager- begs me to put my nursing degree to use and get him back to health. Of course, she would call in a favor for the most hated man in Harbor City.
But when he’s finally on the mend and I’m sneaking out of his place, everything goes sideways. Paparazzi spot me and pictures, and accusations that I slept with him, fly faster than a hockey puck.
At first, all of Harbor City wants my blood—or to give me a girlie girl makeover. But then… the team finally wins a game. And now this fickle town wants me with the big jerk twenty-four seven.
Argh. I never slept with him the first time! But no one will listen. Then the grumpy bastard goes and promises to break his no-fan-appearances rule to help raise money for a free health clinic—but only if I’m rinkside at every game. That’s not a deal I can turn down.
But when the team keeps winning, and I realize there’s more to him than his bad reputation, suddenly remembering to keep my real hands off my fake date gets harder and harder to do.
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About Avery Flynn
USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling romance author Avery Flynn has three slightly-wild children, loves a hockey-addicted husband and is desperately hoping someone invents the coffee IV drip.
She fell in love with romance while reading Johanna Lindsey’s Mallory books. It wasn’t long before Avery had read through all the romance offerings at her local library. Needing a romance fix, she turned to Harlequin’s four books a month home delivery service to ease the withdrawal symptoms. That worked for a short time, but it wasn’t long before the local book stores’ staffs knew her by name.
Avery was a reader before she was a writer and hopes to always be both. She loves to write about smartass alpha heroes who are as good with a quip as they are with their *ahem* other God-given talents. Her heroines are feisty, fierce and fantastic. Brainy and brave, these ladies know how to stand on their own two feet and knock the bad guys off theirs.
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Happy Book Birthday to Naima Simone ‘Passion and Ink’
I’ve been waiting to one-click this new release and finally it’s here!
Nina: What do you love about this book and/or the series?
Naima: For years, I’ve loved stepbrother romances. Penelope War, K.I. Lynn and N. Isabelle Blanco hooked me onto this genre with Stepbrother Dearest and the Need series. I’ve been an addict ever since. It’s the forbidden aspect of the genre, where parents and even society see their love as taboo, that makes their love so passionate and fierce. And it draws me in. So having the chance to write a stepbrother romance was awesome! Then there are the characters. I loved writing Jude and Cypress. Both have faced—and continue to face—challenges in their lives that have shaped them into who they are. They’re both hurt, disillusioned and damaged. But they find peace, acceptance, a haven and, eventually, love, in one another. They were wonderful to write!
Moved back to my hometown with my tail between my legs and family issues crushing my back.
Slinging drinks in a dive bar.
Yes, the past year has been hell. So when a man who’s temptation wrapped in golden skin and sin offers me one night of no-holds barred, dirty sex, I’m all in. I deserve it.
But now those few unforgettable hours have me facing blackmail from my own father: He’ll pay for my mom’s medical bills, but only if I never again touch the man who has quickly become my obsession.
Because the man? My obsession?
He’s my stepbrother.
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About Naima Simone
USA Today Bestselling author Naima Simone’s love of romance was first stirred by Johanna Lindsey and Sandra Brown many years ago. Well not that many. She is only eighteen…ish. Though her first attempt at a romance novel starring Ralph Tresvant from New Edition never saw the light of day, her love of romance, reading and writing has endured. Published since 2009, she spends her days—and nights— writing sizzling romances with a touch of humor and snark.
She is wife to Superman, or his non-Kryptonian, less bullet proof equivalent, and mother to the most awesome kids ever. They all live in perfect, sometimes domestically-challenged bliss in the southern United States.
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Happy Book Birthday to Kimberly Kincaid ‘Back to You’
Love is in the air and my author pal Kimberly Kincaid is adding to the sizzle as Valentine’s Day approaches. I’m thrilled to announce her new release, Back to You.
Nina: What do you love about your new book?
Kimberly: I love Back To You because it’s a true emotional journey, without being angsty. Both characters have a lot of layers that were so much fun for me to unspool for the reader as I got them on the page (also, sexy doctors…just saying!)
His second chance is his only chance
Parker Drake wants exactly one thing—to fulfill his dream of becoming a doctor. Between his reputation as a rule-breaker and the six years that have passed since his first internship ended in disaster, he knows he’s only getting one shot at a second chance. He’ll do anything to put the past behind him and reach his goal…including work with the gorgeous ex-wife he’s never gotten over losing.
All work and no play make surgeon Charleston Becker a very happy woman. But when she’s tasked with mentoring her ex-husband through his second chance as an intern, her signature calm is put to the test. She’s not interested in re-hashing the heartbreaking circumstances that ended their marriage, and the six years that have passed haven’t made Parker less reckless. The last thing she’s willing to do is trust him—even if she does find him sexier than ever.
But familiarity breeds forgiveness, which then becomes a passion that threatens the careers Parker and Charlie have worked for. Can they turn their second chance into a happy ending? Or is history bound to repeat itself?
This steamy contemporary medical romance can be read as a standalone.
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About Kimberly Kincaid
Kimberly Kincaid writes contemporary romance that splits the difference between sexy and sweet and hot and edgy romantic suspense. When she’s not sitting cross-legged in an ancient desk chair known as “The Pleather Bomber”, she can be found practicing obscene amounts of yoga, whipping up anything from enchiladas to éclairs in her kitchen, or curled up with her nose in a book.
Kimberly is a USA Today best-selling author and a 2016 and 2015 RWA RITA® finalist and 2014 Bookseller’s Best nominee who lives (and writes!) by the mantra that food is love. Kimberly resides in Virginia with her wildly patient husband and their three daughters.
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Rom-Com Madness
Happy Book Birthday to Kate Meader ‘Illegally Yours’
Join me in congratulating one of my favorite author friends, Kate Meader, on her new release. If you like smart, sexy romance, check out Illegally Yours.
Nina: What do you love about this book/or the series?
Kate: Illegally Yours, a sexy standalone in the Laws of Attraction series, is one of those books that looks like one thing, but is hiding another. On the surface, it’s a conflict-of-interest story with a cocky hotshot lawyer and a whiskey taster who’s not buying what he’s selling. Dig deeper and you’ll find that the most cheerful smiles hide tears and that relationships–especially the ones with your family–can be the hardest road to travel.
Rule #1: Never fall for your client.
Rule #2: Never fall for your client’s fiercely protective, smoking hot sister-in-law.I’m the kind of guy who believes that everyone deserves the best legal representation money can buy—which just so happens to be me, Lucas Wright. Give me your henpecked, your cuckolded, your irreconcilable differences yearning to break free! And if you’re the bad guy in your marriage, that’s cool too. Your green is as good as anyone’s.
Tell that to Trinity Jones. It’s my job to destroy her sister—the soon-to-be ex-wife of my a-hole of a client—and Trinity’s “big sis” instincts are dialed up to the max. I admire that. I admire her. But she won’t stop me from representing my client to the best of my ability.
Not even if my chemistry with Trinity is undeniable. Not even if we can’t keep our hands off each other. Not even if she injects life into a heart assumed to be long dead.
Because when faced with a choice between love and duty, the job will always win—or at least that’s what I thought before I met Trinity . . . and suddenly conflict of interest never felt so right.
Excerpt
Hottie Brit has returned. Or never went away.
Before he sees me, I take a moment to watch him unobserved. Long fingers are wrapped around a pint glass, which we don’t see a lot of down here. The Library is a fancy cocktail kind of place. That too-long-on-top dark hair is mussed, as if he had to abuse it to temper his energy. A small scar bisecting his eyebrow makes him a little less pretty and a lot more interesting.
The air around him thrums even as he sits still, like a Broadway musical might break out any moment.
Gideon squints to tell me Hottie Brit is out of here the minute I say the word. I smile to let him know I’ve got this. Maybe HB didn’t stay for me, though deep down I know that’s not true. My pulse picks up at the thought. It’s been awhile—a long, lonely while—since anyone this attractive has hit on me.
I’ll let it buoy me and fuel a few British-accented fantasies later.
As soon as HB sees me he switches off his phone and places it facedown on the bar. I’m oddly touched.
“Hello, again. Lucas Wright at your service.” He offers his hand, curiously formal.
I’m stunned enough into grasping that hand, its warmth life affirming and not a little zingy. “Trinity Jones. Literally at your service.”
He smiles. Charmingly crooked, it lights up his eyes, his cheekbones, and my very neglected lady parts. His irises are the blue of a curaçao cocktail, one with a sting in its tail.
He still hasn’t released my hand. “I’m not really a whiskey drinker, hence my—”
“Resistance to the tasting?” I finish for him.
“People usually make fun of things they don’t understand, right? Give me a nice pint any day.” His self-deprecation throws me for a second, and while I try to measure how calculated it is, he leans in slightly. “Does this mean we can’t be friends?”
My attitude toward him is far from friendly. Not exactly hostile, but something more discomfiting: a wriggle in my stomach and a lurch in my chest. The first I attribute to attraction, the second . . . I’m not sure yet.
I release his hand. “I’ve no doubt a guy like you has plenty of friends.”
“You can never have enough friends, Trinity.”
“Or friendly bartenders to unload your troubles on.”
He flicks a glance to Gideon, who’s watching us from a semisafe distance, ready to lunge into action at the first sign of trouble. “Now Treebeard over there doesn’t look so friendly.”
Treebeard? That’s perfect. I can’t wait to tell Gideon. “Just protective. We look out for one another here.”
HB holds up his hands, palms facing me. “I’ve been warned!” Then he waves at Gideon, who hipster-scowls back. The exchange makes me smile, but I turn away to grab a bar towel before Lucas can see it. Can’t make it too easy for him.
“So, Trinity, I have a proposition for you.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Uh-huh. Now, I imagine you get this a lot, working here.” He waves around, somewhat effusively. This guy has an entertainer gene. Probably can sing and dance as well.
“I’ve had a few . . . propositions.”
“I bet. Slimy, handsy old geezers incapable of making eye contact and drooling all over the bar.” He makes a point of looking at a spot two feet south of my face.
I point at my chest. “Uh, my tits are up here, asshole.”
He grins. “Just taking the lechery to its logical conclusion. The lecher so drunk he can’t even lech right.”
“Don’t think lech is a verb.”
“Is when I do it.”
This makes no sense, but I laugh, the sound unrestrained and genuine, and catch Gideon out of the corner of my eye. He disapproves. Whatever. I can laugh at funny, hottie, nonsensical Brits if I want to. It’s not as if I’m going to let him banter his way into my bed. It’s just nice to be the target of an attractive guy for once.
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Originally from Ireland, USA Today bestselling author Kate Meader cut her romance reader teeth on Maeve Binchy and Jilly Cooper novels, with some Harlequins thrown in for variety. Give her tales about brooding mill owners, oversexed equestrians, and men who can rock an apron or a fire hose, and she’s there. Now based in Chicago, she writes sexy contemporary romance with alpha heroes and strong heroines who can match their men quip for quip.
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Happy Book Birthday to Rebecca Brooks ‘Wrong Bed, Right Roommate’
Happy Book Birthday to fellow Entangled Publishing author, Rebecca Brooks!
Nina: What do you love about your new book?
Rebecca: I love how Jessie and Shawn are total opposites, but they bring out the best in each other. I also pushed myself to get creative in the bedroom (or, more specifically, out of the bedroom ;)) and I have to say, I impressed even myself with the sparks between these two, lol.
It’s not every day you wake up to a stranger getting into your bed.
Only, he isn’t a stranger at all, he’s my best friend’s hot older brother…and apparently my new roommate.
Having him in my space, driving me crazy, isn’t a problem at all. Nope.
All I need to do is keep control of the situation…
But that’s easier said than done.
Shawn Lassiter is the kind of distraction I don’t need.
First he accidentally gets into my bed, half-naked, the night before my first day at my new job.
Hello, muscles and tattoos!
Then he’s there, in nothing but a towel, making me coffee in the morning.
It’s more than any girl can resist. Right?
But Shawn is off-limits, even if his eyes are saying differently.
Years ago, back when I still had my crush, he destroyed friendships with his reckless playboy antics.
There’s no way I’m touching those perfectly formed abs now. I don’t care how nice and responsible he’s acting.
I don’t want a boyfriend anyway. That’s what my trusty vibrator is for.
I’m the smart girl—the glasses-wearing, book-reading workaholic. I can totally do this.
After all, it’s only for two and a half months.
I’ll be on my best behavior…even if Shawn isn’t.
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About Rebecca Brooks
Rebecca Brooks lives in New York City in an apartment filled with books. She received a PhD in English but decided it was more fun to write books than to write about them. She has backpacked alone through India and Brazil, traveled by cargo boat down the Amazon River, climbed Mt. Kilimanjaro, explored ice caves in Peru, trekked to the source of the Ganges, and sunbathed in Burma, but she always likes coming home to a cold beer and her hot husband in the Bronx.
Rebecca is the author of the How to Fall (a HOLT Medallion Finalist), the Men of Gold Mountain series (an IDA Erotica Finalist), and the new Heart of the Adirondacks series. Above All, A Heart of the Adirondacks novel, releases on July 20, 2018. Her next book, Wrong Bed, Right Roommate (Accidental Love Book 1), is now available.