Tuesday, 17 May 2016

New Release Spotlight: Change Of heart by T.J. Kline

Change of Heart
Healing Harts #5
By: T.J. Kline
Releasing May 10, 2016
Avon Impulse

Change Of Heart

Healing Harts Series

The fifth and (for now) final book in TJ Kline’s Healing Harts series. 
Leah McCarran has never had anything but bad luck in her life, with the exception of her dream job, working as a therapist for at-risk youth at Heart Fire Ranch. But when her car breaks down on the side of the road and she finds herself stranded, the playboy who shows up to help, seems like the last person she can count on.

Gage Granger has risen above the circumstances of his youth, enough that people believe he has the Midas touch, especially in business. But when one costly mistake could send his reputation and his company into ruin, he needs some time to get his head on straight before he makes a decision that could affect hundreds of lives and heads to see his brother, near Heart Fire. The last thing he expected to find was a feisty therapist who needs his help, even if she won’t admit it.

Leah doesn’t want friends. There was only one person she let close - her high school counselor and the mentor who not only took her in but changed her life, and then she died. Leah doesn’t want that kind of hurt again so it’s easier to remain distant. But Gage is making it difficult. And finding out that he staying next door at Heart Fire Ranch isn’t making it any easier to avoid the kind man who is worming his way into her heart.

Gage sees the pain Leah’s trying so adamantly to hide but neither can help the attraction that begins to develop as they rescue two abandoned kittens and find they have far more in common than they believed. Gage helps her to move past her nightmarish past and she helps him realize that one mistake doesn’t define his worth.

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 “We should start over.” Gage held out a hand. “I’m Gage Granger, your neighbor. It’s nice to meet you.”
Leah bit the corner of her lip as the horse nudged her hand. “Don’t do that,” she said quietly. She rubbed her hand over the animal’s face the way Jessie had told her they liked. “We’re both old enough that we don’t need to pretend we get do-overs in life.”
“Ah, another cynic.” He reached out and patted the horse’s neck. The second horse seemed to take notice and ambled slowly in their direction.
“A realist,” she corrected. “Another?”
“Like my brother, or at least, he used to be one.” Gage shrugged but looked back at her, curiosity clear in his dark eyes. “So, you don’t think you can forgive and forget? There’s no starting over?”
“Not really. You can forgive, but it’s a conscious choice. Forgetting something ever happened? That’s impossible. It’s like saying there’s such a thing as love at first sight.”
“Next you’re going to tell me you don’t believe in happily ever after either.” He clucked his tongue and shook his head with a grin tugging at the corners of his full lips. “What kind of therapist are you?”
She didn’t return his smile. “A good one. One who knows what I’m talking about and uses hard facts to get through to people who’ve see far too much reality in their daily lives to believe in fairy tales.”
She leaned one elbow on the railing and faced him. “The people I work with don’t need illusions. They need coping skills because life isn’t some kind of fantasy. Most people you meet aren’t good, and they don’t want to help you.”

Gage narrowed his eyes, trying to see more than what she would allow anyone to see. Leah wondered for a moment if she should have just kept her mouth shut. There was something about this man that made her usual calm, reserved demeanor take a vacation and made her tongue run away without her brain. If she wasn’t careful, she’d end up telling him her life story, and no one deserved to bear the weight of that nightmare.

T. J. Kline was raised competing in rodeos and Rodeo Queen competitions since the age of 14 and has thorough knowledge of the sport as well as the culture involved. She writes contemporary western romance for Avon Romance, including the Rodeo series and the Healing Harts series. She has published a nonfiction health book and two inspirational fiction titles under the name Tina Klinesmith. In her very limited spare time, T.J. can be found laughing hysterically with her husband, children, and their menagerie of pets in Northern California.

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Release Day: Worth The Wait by Julie Ann Levin

Worth the Wait
Divine Island #1
By: Julie Ann Levin
Releasing May 17, 2016
Kingbird Press, LLC

Worth The Wait

Tropical beaches and second chances...

As a rule, Chase Hammond avoided going home to Divine Island whenever possible. But when his father has a heart attack, he's left with no other choice but to go back and hope that he can avoid trouble and stay focused.

Recently divorced and struggling to keep all the elements of her life together, Natalie Rey has absolutely no desire to make her life any more difficult than it already is. But when Chase Hammond shows up on her doorstep, the man who rejected her years earlier, she'll have to do her best to avoid the monumental distraction.

The last thing either of them needs is their sizzling chemistry getting in the way of their goals.

Can Natalie resist the sexy man who broke her heart years ago?

Will allowing him back into her life only lead to more heartache?

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How did Chase get himself into these situations? He was a mess if there was a pretty girl around. That’s all there was to it. He tried the door handle. It didn't open. He closed his eyes, exhaled, and jiggled the knob a little harder, but still, nothing.
Hey, watch it. You're going to break it.”
He gave her a long look.
Even more. You're going to break it even more.”
He turned around in a circle, automatically searching for another way out. “What is it with you and handles?”
If you're looking for tools, they're on the other side of the door. All I have here is this wrench.”
He took the wrench from her but set it down on the shelf. “A wrench isn't going to do much good anyway.”
I'll call someone,” Natalie said. She picked her phone up off the shelf as the phone vibrated, signaling a text message. “Oh, wait, it's your brother.”
Which one?”
Dylan,” Natalie said.
Chase's shoulders relaxed. Dylan would get them out. “That’s a lot of texting to ask someone to unlock a door. What are you two talking about?”
Nothing,” Natalie said, looking down at her phone. “He says you need a place to stay.”
Leave it to Dylan to jump the gun. Shouldn’t Chase be the one arranging for a place to stay? “What's the verdict?” Chase asked her. “Make it worth your while.” Dear God, was he flirting with her?
At that, Natalie's eyes swept up and down Chase's body before locking in on his gaze. She looked away, blushing. “Well,” she said, “I haven't seen you in ten years. I'm a little in shock, and embarrassed. Give me a second to assimilate.”
He winced. “It's been eight years, and I've looked into every other option.”
I didn't say no.”
She didn't say yes either. “Listen, I'll stay with my parents.”
Natalie wrinkled her nose. “That's not even a cottage for two, Chase. It's a blessing your mom isn't over five feet tall and doesn't take up much room. It's like goldfish in there.”
If you keep them in a small bowl, they stay small. You put them in a big bowl; they get big.”
Why are you embarrassed?” he asked.
Because... I broke everything,” she said, sweeping her arm across the bathroom.
You're embarrassed because you're not good at plumbing.” Chase considered that he might never understand Natalie. He moved to stand behind her and read over her shoulder as his brother pleaded Chase's case.
Natalie: First sign of a tenant, he leaves. Now I have a favor.
Dylan: Name it.
Natalie: We're locked in the bathroom.
Dylan: You and Chase?
Natalie: It's not what you think. He was helping me with a leaky faucet.
Dylan: Right... A leaky faucet. Be there in 5.
Natalie turned her attention back to Chase. “Dylan is on his way. You can stay here in the rental. Don't worry about rent.”
His eyes narrowed. “We'll talk about rent later. Dad is recuperating. I’m sure I’ll be here a week max, and then it's back to Japan.”
Chase slid down the wall and sat on the tiled floor. Natalie mirrored him. He caught sight of her toenails, painted a cheery, pale pink.
Cute,” he said.
She smiled and searched his face. “You look tired.”
He paused before settling back against the wall. “Gee, thanks.”
Sorry, I just meant—”
He patted the air between them. “I know what you meant.” He must look bad. Was it the long travel, or worry over his father that made him look so ragged? A seventeen-hour flight from Japan to Florida, followed by a three-hour drive to his hometown of Divine Island would do it, alright.
He's better than you'd guess,” she said. “And it makes your mom happy when I visit to check his vitals.”
Chase's face softened.
It's no big deal,” Natalie said, appearing uncomfortable with the look he gave her. “I'm not an RN, yet. All I do is check his blood pressure.” She shrugged. “Your mom could do that.”
Chase shook his head. “It's a big deal, Nat.” According to his mom and siblings, Natalie was definitely a big deal. “I'm pretty sure they're one blood pressure monitor away from naming a wing of the inn after you.”
The inn doesn't have wings,” she said.
For you, Nat, they'd build them.”
Natalie took in a big, shaky breath and failed at looking relaxed. Well, sweetheart, he was feeling it too. Turned out eight years and a few thousand miles of distance didn't solve a damn thing.
You know...” he said, cupping the back of his neck. “I didn't come to Divine right away because of work.”
Natalie shook her head in quick back-and-forth movements. “I don't know why you're telling me this.”
Dylan had everything under control, so I hopped on a plane the minute I could get away.”
Natalie frowned. “Nobody is wondering about that. Japan is far away, and your dad was out of the hospital faster than anyone could have predicted.”
Chase nodded. It was typical of her to accept his excuse without question when it had been fear that held him back.
Tell me about these jobs you're working on,” she said.
Change of subject?” he asked.
She shrugged. “Don't say I never threw you a bone.”
He coughed and shook his head with a smile. “My team bid on a project to design a skyscraper in Tokyo. We'll win the bid, and then it's back to Japan for a year.” He leaned his head back until it rested on the wall. “Dad's health could change my plans, though.”
He's great, Chase.”
He ran his hands through his hair, mussing it up.
She forced a shaky laugh. “God, I feel like such an idiot. You flew across the Pacific to see your father, and I locked you in a bathroom.”
I'm the one that shut the door, right?”
Right.” She snapped her finger and pointed at him. “This is all your fault.”
Don't you have a management company to do the repairs?”
You're handling the property all on your own?”
She shrugged. “I applied to get it on the city's historic registry. This house, the rental, is a newer addition. It just has the regular problems that any house has. My house, on the other hand, is hanging on. But it’s so old. It needs serious restoration. It's way more work than I anticipated.”
Alex is such an asshole,” Chase said, which summed up his complete estimation of the man. How he had ever called Alex his best friend was incomprehensible.
Natalie tried at an indifferent smile. “I married him. So, what does that say about me? And how do you know about what happened with Alex?”
There was no room for it in the bathroom, but Chase stretched his legs out and folded his hands on his stomach. She watched his every movement, so he watched her every movement, liking the way she made wild curls in her hair with her fingers. She always had great hair. It was a mess half the time, but still, great fucking hair.
I haven't been on the island, but I still talk to my family more than you’d think. It’s abnormal how much we call. They're all obsessed with video conferencing, and they've come to visit me on jobs.”
And the best your siblings can come up with is gossip revolving around my failed marriage?”
His head tilted to one side. “It's not gossip. And besides, it's either that or I have to hear about Ellie's boyfriends. I ask about you; they tell me what's going on. How Alex talked you into buying this property and then left you in a shitstorm.”
It's not all that dramatic,” Natalie said.
He would bet money it was.
I'll be okay once I finish school and get a steady tenant.” She leaned her head against the wall and raised her voice. “If I can ever get a stable tenant.”
Chase shook his head back and forth. “You're doing it wrong. You have to stand up with your arms in the air when you make a plea to the rental gods.”
She gave him a rueful smile. “I would try anything.”
God, he felt good—happy to be locked in a bathroom with Natalie, when he should be with his father.
I thought you were already a nurse,” Chase said.
I am, but I want to be a Registered Nurse. That way I can supervise and have more responsibility.” Natalie's eyes were downcast as she absently picked at the dried paint on the tiled floor. “Also, it will make my parents happy. It's not as good as being a Doctor like my sister-in-law, but my mother might let up a little.”
She’s giving you a hard time?” Chase asked.
You know, the whole, we sacrificed everything for you speech.” She took a deep breath and sighed. “My turn for a subject change. You ask about me?”
He cocked his head to one side. “Don't you ask about me?”
Why, did Ellie tell you I asked about you?”
He grinned, and Natalie pursed her lips—the story of their lives.
Ellie talks too much,” Natalie said.
She's your friend,” Chase said.
Best friend, but maybe I should be rethinking the relationship.”
He winked and reached out, placing his hand on her calf and squeezing. Natalie froze and nibbled on her bottom lip. Chase's eyes zeroed in on her mouth—full, perfect lips.
I'm walking into the bedroom,” Dylan said from beyond the locked door. “Don't be doing anything naughty.”
As if they had been doing something naughty, Natalie shot up from the floor. She slipped on water and grabbed for the towel rack to keep herself upright. The metal bar came clear off the wall in her hand, and she fell flat on her back.
I was just kidding, but I can come back if you guys need another minute.”
She slipped and fell, you idiot,” Chase said. He leaned over her and helped her sit up. “Are you okay?”
Natalie nodded.
Let me guess. You were going to fix the towel rack today too?”
No.” She swatted at his hands that were touching her head, and then her arms and her back as he checked for injury. “I fixed the towel rack last week, and would you please stop that?”
He grinned. “You're adorable,” he said, and then helped her up into a standing position.
The door handle jiggled, and Chase heard the drill through the door. “Today, Dylan.”
You want to get out of there yourself, asshole?”
Chase returned his attention to Natalie. “You're sure you're not hurt?”
Nothing broken,” she said. “Only my pride of course.”
Dylan opened the door. “The prodigal son returns.” He hugged Chase, and they slapped each other on the back. Chase wondered if Dylan was trying to dislodge a few organs while he was at it. Chase was tall, but Dylan had him by two inches, and when he patted him on the back, it hurt.
It's good to see you,” Chase said.
Good to see you too. We'd see a lot more of each other if you came around more often. Oh, I don't know, more than every three years.”
I'm here now, aren't I?”
Yeah, it just took Dad having a heart attack, over a week ago, for you to come.”
Why don't you tell me what's really on your mind?”
Natalie held her hands up between them and then appeared to remember she'd dropped the towel when she fell. She crossed her arms in front of her chest over her see-through shirt.
Alright, I need to finish fixing the faucet, and get ready for work.”
I said I was going to fix it, and I'm going to fix it,” Chase said. “I'll see Dad, and then come right back.”
You don't have to fix it,” she said. “Look, I'll call the plumber.” She paled. “Did I just say those words in that order?”
Chase picked through her toolbox. “It'll be working before you get home.”
Nat,” Dylan said. “Let the man fix the faucet. It will give him an excuse to get away from Mom obsessing over her neglectful son.”
I'm not neglectful,” Chase said. “She just likes me more than you. That's why she obsesses.”
You're both kidding yourselves,” Natalie said, backing away through the master bedroom. “We all know Levi is her favorite, but don’t ever tell Ellie I said that.”
Great, he was now knee-deep in plans to repair her bathroom. And he'd touched her, a lot. He could tell with his two eyeballs that she wasn't injured, but still he'd touched her and all those glorious curves. There were reasons he'd avoided Divine, and one of those reasons just became crystal clear.

After everything that had just happened, Natalie still had to go to work. “I'm leaving,” she said, talking to herself. She kissed Dylan on the cheek and squeezed his arm. “Later. Thanks for the rescue.”
Where's my kiss?” Chase asked.
Maybe if you'd seen her this century, you'd get a kiss,” Dylan said.
Calm as you please on the outside, but shaking on the inside, she closed the gap between her and Chase. She went up on her tip-toes. “It's good to see you, Chase.”
His head turned slightly, and she ended up kissing him on his jaw, which felt more intimate somehow.
The sandpaper kiss was heaven. She stepped back, managing to maintain eye contact. “Dylan has a set of spare keys he can give you to this house.”
Unable to stomach all the Hammond testosterone in one place, Natalie left her rental. She crossed the gravel walkway over to her house that sat on the same property. Her body was humming from a Chase over-dose. Warning: Standing in close proximity may cause shortness of breath and intoxication.
Maybe one of the doctors would be so kind as to give her a lobotomy at the hospital tonight. Or they could induce selective amnesia. Because Natalie could not deal with still being attracted to Chase Hammond.


Julie Ann Levin grew up in Miami, Florida. She graduated from Florida State University with a degree in English, majoring in Creative Writing. She loves to read all genres of Romance and especially loves contemporary, suspense, and paranormal.
She is known to binge read and is always binge writing.

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Blast: Of Flame and Promise by Cecy Robson

Of Flame and Promise
Weird Girls #6
By: Cecy Robson
Released January 12, 2016
Of Flame and Promise

Weird Girls Series

Perfect for fans of Keri Arthur and Bella Forrest, this short novel kicks off a sizzling new series in the award-winning Weird Girls saga as Celia’s sister Taran fights to have it all: independence, hot romance, and enough firepower to torch an army of blood-thirsty supernaturals.

Cursed by a spell meant to destroy them, Taran Wird and her sisters instead developed unique magical talents. With the power of fire and lightning literally at her fingertips, Taran doesn’t fear much. Demons, vamps, whatever—bring ’em on! Only one thing terrifies her: commitment.

Taran is crazy about her boyfriend, Gemini, a sexy were with the incredible ability to split into two separate wolves. But after watching her sister go through heartbreak with the pack’s Alpha, Taran knows not to count on happily ever after—despite Gemini’s desire to claim her as his mate. Reluctantly, she agrees to meet his very traditional and conservative parents. Taran’s a badass with a mouth to match, and Gemini loves her for it. She’s just not positive these attributes will please Mom and Dad.

Unsurprisingly, every attempt by Taran to bond with Gemini’s folks proves disastrous. But in the end, Taran finds that winning them over means unleashing her powers . . . and proving that this foul-mouthed fire-starter is a force to be reckoned with.

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I’d woken only about an hour ago, Gemini’s warm, naked body curled against mine firing a need that required some serious quenching. So I buried my face in his lap to stir him from sleep.
Most women would have just said good morning, or nudged their partners ever so lovingly.
But I wasn’t most women.
Yeah, and you’re welcome, baby.
Gemini slowed his deep thrusts, grunting hard as he finished, his face scrunched in what appeared to be pain. But that wasn’t pain, was it? Nope, not at all. He was simply reacting to how good it felt to join his body with mine. I nibbled my way along his neck, leaving marks that faded from one bite to the next until I reached his earlobe and tugged. “Mornin’, sexy,” I whispered.
He growled something I didn’t quite understand. I didn’t speak a word of wolf, yet that deep snarl was as good as the dirty talk we’d exchanged during sex.
I laughed. Okay, maybe it wasn’t as good as those naughty words. Yet a growl from a werewolf in his human form was a rare kind of hot few women would know.
I continued to straddle Gemini as he effortlessly carried us from the center of the room, where we’d made love standing up, and back to our bed. The gentle way in which he kissed me was in direct contrast to our wicked sex, and to the male most saw.
My lover was the second in command of the Tahoe region’s Squaw Valley Den Pack—intelligent, fierce, capable of crushing skulls, quietly confident, and with fighting skills few weres possessed.
Not to mention he was hotter than the power I generated with my magic.
All large anatomical parts and good looks aside, Gemini was . . . kind. When you trash-talked, and entered a room like you owned it like I did, it attracted a certain caliber of men. The kind that made me grateful I could protect myself with fire and lightning.
Men could be cruel, and dangerous. I knew that better than most. But unlike those men I’ve known in my past, I trusted Gemini.

Cecy (pronounced Sessy) Robson is the new adult and contemporary romance author of the Shattered Past series, the O’Brien Family novels and upcoming Carolina Beach novels, as well as the award-winning author of the Weird Girls urban fantasy romance series. A 2016 double nominated RITA® finalist for Once Pure and Once Kissed, Cecy is a recovering Jersey girl living in the South who enjoys carbs way too much, and exercise way too little. Gifted and cursed with an overactive imagination, you can typically find her on her laptop silencing the yappy characters in her head by telling their stories.