Thursday, August 4, 2016

Release Blitz & Giveaway: Blind Landing by Carrie Aarons...

Title: Blind Landing
Series: Flipped #1
Author: Carrie Aarons
Genre: Sports Romance
 Release Date: August 4, 2016


Fear stops dreams in their tracks before they even have a chance. Then again, so do injuries. 

Natalia Grekov was born to win Olympic gold. As the USA’s top gymnast, she’s calm, confident and ready to make her country proud in just two short months. And her elite athlete lifestyle includes no time for distractions—especially men. When a disastrous fall in practice puts her dreams at risk, it seems the only person who can help her is the one person she wants nothing from. 

Spencer Russell is gymnastics’ bad boy. A cocky, laid-back charmer with abs of steel and a witty mouth, he waltzes around the U.S. Gymnastics Training Camp like he owns the place—even though he doesn't anymore. After an injury sidelined his career and any chance at Olympic glory, he’s now just a coach, helping other gymnasts reach their goals. Serious is not a word in Spencer’s vocabulary. But when Natalia tumbles into his life, he's suddenly sincerely interested in helping the blonde beauty in any way he can. 

Can they vault over the obstacles standing in their way? Or will Spencer be the distraction that causes Natalia's chance at gold to crash and burn?

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Novak claps again and I look over in his direction. “Thank you for being able to join us this morning, Spencer.”

Turning towards the gym’s front doors, I watch Spence, as he told me to call him last night, stroll in clad in his typical wardrobe of sandals and workout shorts.

And nothing else.

Jesus, he’s sexy. With all of those carved-out-of-stone muscles and short brown buzz cut, it’s like he should be in a Marines uniform instead of in a chalk-covered gym. He looks like he just rolled out of bed three seconds ago, and I squirm in my split. Which only adds to my building frustration as the carpet and my leotard create friction below my waistline.

“Oh, no problem, boss. Anything for you guys.” He gives a lopsided grin and jumps onto a stack of mats, lounging with one elbow propping him up. It’s as if he’s constantly posing for a non-existent camera, like he’s the star model for a shoot in Gymnastics Monthly.

Actually, I think he did have a five-page spread a couple years back and I have it somewhere in my desk at home.

“Grace, Julia, Natalia, Peyton, Quinn and Lila … you are headed to the bars gym for the first part of practice today. Spencer, I will be assessing the men on pommel horse for the first part of the day, so you will be helping with the girl’s bar workout.”

My stomach flips. Bars is my best event, I’m not nervous about that. I could do my routine, which is one of the hardest of anyone at Filipek’s, in my sleep.

But having Spence watching me with those green eyes? Tracking my body as it spins and flies through the air? It makes the butterflies in my stomach explode.

I know he likes me, genuinely likes me. I know because he told me. And I genuinely like him too. We also find each other hot, or else we wouldn’t have gotten naked together in the Atlantic Ocean last night. That’s obvious.

But I don’t do boyfriends. Especially not boyfriends who are gymnasts. And don’t even get me started on the gymnast turned coach thing. Even if he isn’t my coach. Point is, I don’t even do hookups. Sure, I have in the past, but most of the time I find that the sex isn’t worth it and things just get awkward. Most would call me more adult than my years in this thought-process, but being an elite athlete means having to grow up fast. My biography might read nineteen, but I’ve been told I have the maturity and life view of a thirty-year-old. Talk about being jaded.

The whole relationship thing, no matter what form it’s in, is just too messy. And as much as I hate Filipek and everything he stands for, I need to focus to achieve my goals. I’m not here to fulfill anyone else’s dreams, just my own. And partially my families.

I don’t have time for Spencer Russell. And what’s more, I have a feeling Spencer Russell does not have time or interest for girlfriends either.

Spence salutes Novak, taunting him and crossing the line just a little more than anyone would dare where he’s concerned.

Then he turns to our group. “All right chicas, let’s get moving. Someone remind me again, what’s this low bar for?”

The rest of our group giggles and bats their eyes at Spencer, but I just roll mine. His humor about the difference between the men’s high bar and the women’s uneven bars is the oldest joke in the book.

“Why don’t you watch and learn? We’ll show you what real gymnastics looks like.”

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Author of romance novels such as Red Card and the Captive Heart Duet, Carrie Aarons writes sexy, swoony and sarcastic characters who won't get out of her head until she puts them down on a page.

Carrie has wanted to be an author since the first time she opened a book. She loves spinning tales that include dapper men, women with attitude, and the occasional hunky athlete.

When she isn't in what her husband calls a "writing coma", Carrie is freeing up her jam-packed DVR, starting her latest DIY project, or planning her next travel adventure. She lives in New Jersey with her husband, who is more than happy to watch sports while his wife plots love stories.

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Tuesday, August 2, 2016

Release Blitz: Something So Right by Natasha Madison...

Title: Something So Right
Author: Natasha Madison
Genre: Sports Contemporary Romance  
Release Date: August 1, 2016


The moment everything changed didn’t happen in that cliché rockets-red-glare kind of way, it happened in the form of a waking nightmare. I caught my husband, my high-school sweetheart, the father of my children, balls deep in a sordid affair.

That was when I gave up on men and love.

I didn’t count on the NHL’s golden boy, the beautiful, arrogant Cooper Stone turning my life and my hockey rink upside down.

My kids are why I wake up in the morning. 

Hockey is what Cooper breathes for.

We’re from different worlds and places in our lives but when our hearts collided something so wrong and different turned into something so right.

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When her nose isn't buried in a book, or her fingers flying across a keyboard writing, she's in the kitchen creating gourmet meals. You can find her, in four inch heels no less, in the car chauffeuring kids, or possibly with her husband scheduling his business trips. It's a good thing her characters do what she says, because even her Labrador doesn't listen to her...

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Teaser Tuesday: More Than Miles (Lost Kings MC Novel) by Autumn Jones Lake...

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Monday, August 1, 2016

Release Blitz: Brother To Brother by A.J. Downey...

Title: Brother to Brother
Series: The Sacred Brotherhood Book I
Author:  A.J. Downey
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: August 1, 2016

Melody Beswick thought she was bringing herself and her thirteen month old son home to his father. It was her last ditch effort to make a better life for her and her boy. One in which Noah had a father to look up to and guide him. While she knew Grinder wasn’t perfect, she believed in him, and love always found a way, right?
Melody never thought her dreams for herself and her son could twist into such nightmares, and that it was so true, the old adage, that the road to hell is paved with good intentions. She’s about to find out that another adage is true, that sometimes  it’s better the devil you know, when instead of finding Grinder, it’s his cold and critical brother Archer at the end of her long drive that she must contend with.
With no other options, and no place else to go, Melody is about to make a deal with this devil that she can’t refuse. Who knew it could, quite possibly, be the best decision she’s ever made?

“You’ve been movin’ around this place like some kind of ghost since we got back from the club. It’s driving me nuts, so how about you tell me what’s up? You having second thoughts or some shit?”

Melody looked up from where she sat, Indian style in the middle of the bed. It’d been something like two or three days since we’d been at the club and she’d been quieter than usual, which she’d practically been a fuckin’ church mouse to begin with. Her phone forgotten in her hands she opened her mouth to speak, thought better of it, closed it, opened it again only to turn around and shut it again.

To make my point that I wasn’t going anywhere until I got some kind of an answer, I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned a shoulder against the edge of the open doorway. She leaned way over to get a look around me into the living room.

“He’s out cold already,” I assured her and she leaned back slowly, resuming her seated position in the middle of my bed. I’d kept sleeping on the couch, figuring I’d be back in it soon enough once she and I were married, a couple of weeks more didn’t make much difference.

She pinned me with those beautiful blue eyes of her and nervously pushed some of that gorgeous blonde hair of hers behind her ear. Melody damn sure was a beautiful woman. I was lucky on that score. Even luckier that she was a fine mother and homemaker. Still, I was getting tired of her looking so rundown and fuckin’ scared all the time, but I couldn’t fix it if I didn’t know what was freaking her out so hard.

“I’m scared,” she admitted finally, and it was a start.

“Of what?” I asked, needing to know which dragon to slay would be an even better starting point, but I could tell by the expression on her face I was gonna have to drag it out of her. I hated that. Why couldn’t women ever be straightforward like most dudes? I ask a question, I expect an answer but if what I suspected were true…

“Of… of you,” she said finally and my suspicions were dead on confirmed. Well, shit. Now how did I go about fixing that?

“Okay,” I said judiciously. “Why? What am I doing to scare you? Give me some specifics.”

She smoothed her lips together and I realized I was looking forward to seeing if they were as soft as they looked. She swallowed hard, and voice trembling, said, “I don’t know if it’s anything specific…” I snorted and she looked like a deer caught in the fuckin’ headlights.

“Don’t bullshit me, Mel. I promise not to get pissed off, but you gotta tell me, else I can’t work on it, or fix it now can I?”

“No, I suppose not,” she said softly and I had to wait her out. I could see her trying to gather up her thoughts. The slight line that developed between her eyes as she thought furiously how best to say it, was cute on her.

Still, I didn’t have endless patience so I finally sighed and said, “Just gimme the short version, and spill it. I gotta try and get some sleep tonight.”

“I don’t know how I’m supposed to… I don’t know if I can…”

“Fuck me?” I asked, the heat lending a sweet blush of color across her cheeks cluing me in.

“I’ve never done sex without love… You’re attractive, Archer, don’t get me wrong but I’m a woman and feelings… we have to have feelings as a part of it, it’s just how it works, I guess…” she covered her face with her hands, “Oh, god!” She groaned, “I’m saying this all wrong and I don’t want to hurt your feelings but it’s important and I’m so sorry, but I’m really struggling and the girls back in Arizona always said you were rough and that scares me too, and I just am trying to get my head around it and I’m struggling… I’m sorry.” I let her babble and repeat herself and waited her out until she was finished and somewhat beyond that.

I could feel the slight smirk on my lips, a defense mechanism if I were being totally honest, because what she said did sting, but I had to be honest with myself, it wasn’t totally unexpected. Finally, she gave me what I wanted, lowering her hands and looking at me.

“First of all, those girls back in AZ? I don’t and didn’t give a fuck about them, so why would I give a shit? They weren’t mine, and I was just in it to get my rocks off, meet a physical need, you get me?”

Again with that adorable little thoughtful frown. Mel nodded slowly, and I was pretty sure she didn’t get what I was saying but I wasn’t too terribly worried about it, because soon enough she would. I was a ‘doer’ by nature. I didn’t really dig sitting around talking about shit, the only reason I was indulging her in it now, was because I thought she was gonna worry herself sick and back out...

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A.J. Downey is a born and raised Seattle, WA Native. She finds inspiration from her surroundings, through the people she meets and likely as a byproduct of way too much caffeine.

She has lived many places and done many things though mostly through her own imagination… An avid reader all of her life it’s now her turn to try and give back a little, entertaining as she has been entertained.

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