Monday, 10 April 2017

Release Day Spotlight: Truly, Madly, Whiskey by Melissa Foster

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Truly, Madly, Whiskey
By: Melissa Foster
Releasing April 10, 2017
World Literary Press

A new sexy standalone romance by New York Times bestselling author Melissa Foster.
Eight months is a long damn time to have the hots for a woman who keeps a guy at arm’s length. But Crystal Moon is no ordinary woman. She’s a sinfully sexy, sass-mouthed badass, and the subject of Bear Whiskey’s midnight fantasies. She’s also one of his closest friends.
Just when Crystal thinks she has her life under control, scorching-hot, possessive, aggressive, and fiercely loyal Bear pushes all her sexual buttons, relentless in his pursuit to make her his.
The more Bear pushes, the hotter their passion burns, unearthing memories for Crystal that are best kept buried. But there’s no stopping the collision of her past and present, catapulting the two lovers down an emotional and sexually charged road that has them questioning all they thought they knew about themselves.

Really, Bear. I can drop you at your place before I go to the fabric shop.” Crystal started the car, feeling more in control than she had inside the shop. She hated the way she’d frozen up when things had gotten hot between them. She wanted him. After putting herself through three years of therapy, dealing with not only the trauma of the attack, but the bullshit with her mother and the loss of her father, she was sure she could handle anything. She’d dated other guys since she’d left college without issue. Why did it have to be different with the only guy she wanted to be close to? It pissed her off that her past still owned a piece of her, and she needed to get over it before Bear got fed up and walked away for good.
I have to go to the store anyway.” He flashed one of his smiles. “We might as well go together.”
You need to go to the fabric store?” she said flatly, knowing he was bullshitting her. She realized her car smelled different, cleaner. The seats were shiny, the dashboard dust free. “Did you clean my car?”
Detailed it,” he said casually, as if he did this type of thing every day. For all she knew, he did. “Changed your oil, topped off your fluids. You really need to do those things every three thousand miles.” He touched the doll hanging from her rearview mirror. “I dusted off this, too, even though I’m a little worried that it’s a voodoo doll.”
She wasn’t about to tell him it was a worry doll that she loved more than life itself.
Bear.” She couldn’t suppress her smile about the voodoo doll as she drove toward the store. “You really need to stop acting like you have to take care of me. I appreciate you handling the inspection, which I’m paying you for, by the way. But you don’t have to do all these things for me. I already like who you are.” Even if I have a hard time showing it.
I know you do,” he said, as cocky as ever.
Why is that such a turn-on?
I didn’t do it to get your attention. Shit, six three, two thirty.” He flexed his biceps and winked. “You’re sitting next to Peaceful Harbor gold, baby. I’ve got your attention.”
She couldn’t suppress a laugh. “That you do, and probably half the women in this town.”
Only half?”
He kept her laughing the whole way to the fabric store, and it was just what she needed. It really had been a long day. They’d hosted three parties, and one of the mothers was just about the most obnoxious woman on earth. She’d pushed her daughter toward pink frilly outfits for the first half hour, when all the little cutie had wanted was to dress up as a skateboard princess. Gemma realized Crystal was going to strangle the wench, and she’d calmly suggested the woman head down to Jazzy Joe’s for coffee. The rest of her day hadn’t been much better. Plus, she’d spent the morning overthinking everything about her relationship with Bear, which was probably why she’d freaked out when she’d really been dying to kiss him.
She parked in front of the fabric store. There were some things that just didn’t fit in the world as Crystal knew it, and Bear Whiskey clad in a tight black T-shirt that said Whiskey Bro’s across his massive chest, a pair of snug, low-slung black jeans, and leather boots strutting into Jennilyn’s Fabric was on the top of the list.
She pulled her list from her bag as his eyes coasted over the store. What was he thinking, coming with her? That was dedication she could not ignore. The epitome of commitment.
That is Bear.
My Bear?
She toyed with that as he draped his arm over her shoulder. She wondered what had taken him so long. She’d expected him to do it the second she’d stepped from the car, but he was probably in shock that they were actually going to a fabric store. She smiled to herself as he leaned closer and rubbed his nose along her cheek.
Can I help you?” she asked with a laugh.
You smell like jelly beans, and I happen to have a thing for sugary goodness.”
You can’t seriously have that good a sense of smell.”
He pressed an unexpected, and deliciously warm, kiss to her cheek and reached into her purse, withdrawing a bag of jelly beans. “Hoarding? Or were we going to hide these later in your body and let me find them?” He moved his mouth beside her ear and whispered, “Blindfolded. With my hands tied behind my back.”
He nudged her deeper into the store. Holy crap. She’d stopped walking. Was she breathing? And was that a thing? Blindfolded? Hands tied behind his back? Oh, the control that would give her. She’d be at no risk of being overpowered. But would she want that much control? She imagined herself lying naked on her bed, watching as his greedy mouth moved over her breasts, down her belly, and she felt herself go damp.
No, no, no.
Ice cream. Ice baths. Cow poop!
Her body continued vibrating from the inside out. This was bad. Really, really bad. Like a virus she couldn’t shake. She needed an anti-Bear pill. Stat!


Melissa Foster is a New York Times & USA Today bestselling and award-winning author. She writes sexy and heartwarming contemporary romance and new adult romance with emotionally compelling characters that stay with you long after you turn the last page. Melissa’s emotional journeys are lovingly erotic and always family oriented–perfect beach reads for contemporary romance lovers who enjoy reading about wealthy heroes and smart, sassy heroines.


New Release Spotlight: The Attraction of Adeline by Lisa Wells

Fake it until you make it...

The Attraction of Adeline

by Lisa Wells
Off-the-Wall Proposal #2
Publication Date: April 10, 2017
Genres: Adult, Entangled: Lovestruck, Contemporary, Romance, Comedy

The Proposal: Adeline Rigby will live with Accountant Jack Foster and pretend to be his fake fiancée for one month in order for him to seal a promotion to partner. In return, Accountant Jack Foster will intimately tutor Adeline Rigby in French before she leaves for Paris where she will fulfill her dream of attending Le Cordon Bleu.

The Terms:
1. Maintain distance. Three get-to-know-you dates before announcing their engagement will be tempting enough.
2. No kissing. Okay, fine. Three kisses. Maybe four. And neck kisses don’t count.
3. No touchy feely stuff. Or at least not too many public displays of touchy-feely stuff.
4. No sex.
5. All right, all right. One night of sex in order to be a believable engaged couple.
6. Two nights of mind-blowing sex to make sure first night wasn’t a fluke.
7. Absolutely, positively, no falling in love.

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"Sis, you didn't tell me your infamous roommate from college would be at your signing."
"I'm pretty sure I did. You just weren't listening."
He turned back to Adeline. "Tell me, Adie, have you been in any bar fights lately?"
Adeline gave Kinley a three-watt stare. A hundred-wattage one would have hurt. "You told him about that?" One sorority against another sorority. Adeline belonged to neither, but she somehow ended up blamed for the St. Patrick's Day brawl. Simply because she blurted to one posse of sorority sisters that they looked like a bunch of pink leprechauns. Which they did.
Of course, they'd assumed she was a member of the other sorority.
And then someone spilled a drink on one of the leprechauns. It may or may not have been Adeline.
Kinley cleared her throat. "I—”
"Red, didn't my little sister ever tell you she can't keep a secret?" Jack said, interrupting Kinley. "Hell, she can't keep her own secrets let alone someone else's. Just ask her husband."
Adeline twisted and used the pole to pull herself, hand-over-hand, into a standing position. "I go by Adie or Adeline. Not Red."
Kinley pulled out a chair. "Sit." She sounded as bossy as Charlie.
Adeline sat.
Kinley turned to her brother. "I've explained to Adeline that you are in need of a pretend fiancée."
Jack groaned. "Sis, I told you I can find one on my own."
Why would you go looking for one when there’s a perfectly normal and nice woman sitting in front of you? Now, you two talk while I go see if there’s some ice in the kitchen.” Kinley took off leaving them alone.
Adeline eye-balled Jack.
Jack gave her a gentle smile. “Don’t worry, I won’t let my sister browbeat you into anything.” He pulled up a chair and sat in front of her. Adeline tried to control her breathing in an attempt to keep her breasts from heaving in a come-hither manner, but it was useless. Something about this man’s voice drove her to the brink.
His thumb lightly grazed over her cheek, before he gently touched her brow.
She winced.
"You're going to have a headache tomorrow," he said, his warm breath whispering against her temple.
She resisted an urge to trace her face where he'd touched. Was he trying to cast a spell on her? "With those powers of observation, your momma should have called you Einstein.”
He chuckled. "And the woman has a healthy helping of spice to go with her dollop of nice.” He held up two fingers. “Follow my fingers." He moved them from side to side.
Adeline followed, reminding herself she had goals. A distraction wasn’t on her laminated to-do list.

Jack made her follow his fingers three more times and then stopped. A pulse beat in his cheek as he stared intently into her eyes.
Was he going to kiss her? Was that a step in assessing head injuries these days? Adeline's tongue darted out to lick her lips. You know...just in case.
"You should never be a man’s pretend fiancée. Only his real fiancée," he said in a low whisper, before he sat back in his chair and broke off their gaze.

Lisa Wells always knew there would come a time in her life when she’d pursue her dream career as a romance author. This is that time.

Before this moment, she’s enjoyed a rollercoaster journey called – The Middle School Counselor – Dramas, Dreams, and Destinies.
After many years of working with teenage girls, she knows when one comes in baffled because another girl hates her, the first question to ask is – “Did you steal her boyfriend?” Nine times out of ten the answer is some form of yes but….
While Lisa enjoys working with adolescents, she writes for adults. Her books contain: Sex, Scowls & Sass.

For this book, I listened to a lot of Classic Rock, because this style of music has a faster, harder beat that accentuated Adeline’s edginess. My favorite mix to listen to included:

  1. Barracuda – Heart
  2. Cocaine – Eric Clapton
  3. Bohemian Rhapsody – Queen
  4. Sweet Home Alabama – Lynyrd Skynyrd
  5. Crazy Train – Ozzy Osbourne
  6. More Than a Feeling – Boston
  7. Dirty Deeds Done Dirty Cheap – AC/DC
  8. Sweet Emotion – Aerosmith
  9. Kashmir – Led Zepplin
  10. Back in Black – AC/DC

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