Tuesday 17 October 2017

New Release Spotlight: Bad For Her by Christi Barth



Bad For Her by Christi Barth
Series Bay Boys Gone Good #1
Genre Adult; Contemporary Romance
Publisher Avon Impulse
Publication Date October 3, 2017


USA Today bestselling author Christi Barth launches a sexy new series about three bad-boy brothers in Witness Protection who are about to learn that going good is harder than they thought…
Doctor Mollie Vickers loves the tight-knit community of her tiny Oregon town. But she’s not a fan of the limited dating options. Sleep with a guy who tried to copy off her in junior high? Pass. Mollie’s sex life is flatlining… until a deliciously handsome man she’s never seen before stops to help her fix a flat tire.


As an ex-mobster, Rafe Maguire’s no saint. But he’s trying to turn over a new leaf. Although he probably shouldn’t kiss the hot doctor on the side of the highway. Or suggest a no-strings fling with a woman he has no business pursuing. Rafe’s life is too complicated for love—his new WITSEC-provided identity doesn’t fit him at all and there’s a U.S. Marshal watching his every move. He can’t tell Mollie the truth… but their chemistry is scorching and being good doesn’t mean he can’t be a little bad.


Mollie can’t resist the guy who looks rough, talks tough, and is loyal to the bone. But it’s obvious Rafe is keeping secrets. When the truth comes out, Mollie must decide if she could ever love an ex-mobster… or if this bad boy has truly gone good.




“Every time they’d been dumped in a new town, the Maguire brothers made a list of all the ways the new town sucked compared to Chicago. Rafe didn’t like much about this new placement. Probably. Hell, he’d only been in Bandon for forty-eight hours. It’d rained for forty-seven of those hours, here on the Oregon coast. Seemed like everyone always bitched about the constant rain, and Rafe was happy to jump on the bandwagon. Even though it just made puddles, which cleaned themselves up. As opposed to the annual or three epic Chicago blizzards that broke your back with two solid days of shoveling out.
Rafe stopped himself. That wasn’t the happy, perky mindset Marshal Evans preferred. The one he’d promised her—again—an hour ago when he’d picked up the final version of his brother’s new license. It’d pissed him off to have to meet Delaney halfway between her office up in Eugene and his town. But it kept their cover secure. And part of him felt sorry for the government hack who’d spelled Kellan’s new name wrong the first time around. Guess they changed ’em so often it was hard to keep track. Hadn’t stopped his youngest brother from being pissy about the slipup, though.
The good thing about the almost pointless drive was his sweet-as-fuck ride. The one he’d conned the government into buying for him by pointing out that it cost less than an actual new car. Rafe had a sweet spot for classic cars. If he truly had to hunker down and build a life here? He’d damn well do it with his dream car.
A 1970 Chevrolet Camaro. With T-tops. The same blue as Lake Michigan on an August day.
Rafe wasn’t even speeding. For once. It was too much fun to listen to the smooth rumble of the engine, feel the cool May wind rushing in the open windows, and not worry about anything waiting for him back in their new town. No worries about remembering his name or his brothers’ names. No worries about doing a job he’d only played with as a hobby for fifteen years. No worries about whether anyone from their old life was on their trail.
For right now, he’d enjoy another half hour of pure freedom. The only thing that could make this better would be a hot blonde in the bucket seat next to him.
Hang on.
Rafe slowed. Then he stomped on the brakes. Because a Jeep sat half off the shoulder with a dark-haired woman kicking the flat tire.
A curvy brunette would do just fine.
It’d be wrong to drive past. Ungentlemanly. If Marshal Evans were here, wouldn’t she tell him to do his civic god damned duty and help his fellow Oregonian?
Sure she would.
Parking right at the nose of her Jeep, he got out. Tried to appear non-menacing. Which was the complete opposite of how he’d approached pretty much every situation for half his life. Hell, even the women he’d dated had known what he did and gotten off on the idea of his dangerous life.
The marshal had given him some pointers on how to come off as normal. One thumb tucked into the waist of his jeans, so it didn’t look like his fist was braced for action. Other arm relaxed at his side. She’d said something about a loose walk, but Rafe only knew one way to walk. To be safe, he stopped almost immediately.
“Hey there. Do you need some help?”


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USA Today bestseller Christi Barth earned a Masters degree in vocal performance and embarked upon a career on the stage. A love of romance then drew her to wedding planning. Ultimately she succumbed to her lifelong love of books and now writes award-winning contemporary romance.
Christi can always be found either whipping up gourmet meals (for fun, honest!) or with her nose in a book. She lives in Maryland with the best husband in the world.



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Release Day Spotlight: Hide and Seek by Desiree Holt



Today we have the release day blitz of Hide and Seek by Desiree Holt! Check it out and grab your copy today!!
Title: Hide and Seek
Author: Desiree Holt
Genre: Contemporary Romance
When Graham Cole disappears no one has a clue as to how or why. His boat, Sail Away, was found drifting five miles out with no one on board or a sign that anyone had been there. The local police as well as the county sheriff are investigating but so far they have come up empty.
His disappearance, however, comes right on the heels of the death of his vice president for corporate finance. Everyone’s radar is vibrating.
Despite their fractured relationship, his daughter, Devon puts her life in Tampa on temporary hold and heads to Arrowhead Bay. Then, on her way to town to meet with Police Chief Sheridan March, she is run off the road, her windows smashed, and she is threatened. Only the unexpected arrival of Vigilance agent Logan Malik prevents anything further.
With her life in possible danger until this riddle is solved, Vigilance assigns Logan to be her bodyguard. Devon has barely caught her breath when executives from Cole International show up and question her. Both she and Logan feel there is more to their questions than just worry about the effect on Cole International. Then the feds show up to tell her they are investigating several of her father’s companies. They suspect him of laundering money for drug cartels.
Being together twenty-four seven ignites the sparks sizzling between Logan and Devon, and although it goes against his personal rules, they become intimate with each other and discover growing feelings. As they all move closer to the reason for Graham’s disappearance, they are shocked to discover that yes, Graham Cole is alive and hiding from the people he owes and two, he has been laundering drug money through some of the Cole International companies with the assistance of one of his top executives. Although both have been skimming, Graham has disappeared with a giant chunk of money and the exec is hung out to dry. Both entities are determined to find him.
When Devon is snatched at the bank practically from under Logan’s nose he is beside himself. The kidnappers will exchange her for either her father’s whereabouts or his records and money.

Logan could barely keep up with Devyn as she raced into the garage and got into his truck. He had a feeling that if he hadn’t punched the button to open the garage door she’d have insisted he just drive through it.
“Hurry,” she urged, hands clasped tightly in her lap.
Logan burned rubber backing out of the garage and heading down the driveway. Despite Devyn’s urging he took care to look both ways and scope out the surrounding area as he reached the road. And a damn good thing, he thought as he spotted a black SUV almost hidden in the trees across the road. When it pulled out behind them he grabbed his gun from his waist and pushed Devyn’s head down.
“Stay like that and don’t move under any circumstance.”
“What’s happening? What—”
“Trouble. Just do me a favor and hang tight. Please.”
He had to give her credit. She shut up and bent way down, just as he’d told her to do, even though he could feel the fear and anger vibrating from her. They hadn’t gone fifty yards before something cracked against the rear of the truck cab, and he knew damn well it was a bullet. Last year he’d protected a very high profile oilman whose life had been threatened. He’d taken his truck to Tactical Armoring Corporation in San Antonio and had it fixed up inside and out. Now he had bulletproof tires, and a vehicle reinforced against everything up to and including armor-piercing rifles.
He pressed harder on the accelerator, keeping one eye on the road and the other on the side view mirror. If they could make it to the end of the road and take the turn to the marina, he figured they’d be okay because then they’d be in traffic. He hoped these idiots weren’t stupid enough to engage in a firefight with a bunch of other people around.
A heavy thud sounded against the back of the cab and Logan knew from the sound it was an armor-piercing bullet. Whoever these guys were, they came well equipped.
He watched the speedometer creep up to eighty, then ninety, then to a hundred. He was sure the men behind them wanted to pull up alongside and try for the windows but he kept ahead of him with his powerful engine. They were almost to the end of Seacliff Road.
“Hang on. Brace yourself.”
He wrenched the wheel around, skidding into the turn and then they were on the busy road to the marina. Traffic forced him to slow down and when he looked in his mirror he saw the other vehicle had turned off the other way. Smart. They didn’t want people around for what they had to do. He had to tell Avery so they could revisit the security needs. A high-end system might not be enough.
He had to give Devyn a lot of credit. When the SUV pulled out behind them she hadn’t freaked, or panicked or done anything he might have expected. She just did what he told her and left him to take care of business. He was afraid that wouldn’t work at the marina.

Referred to by USA Today as the Nora Roberts of erotic romance, Desiree Holt is the world’s oldest living published author of erotic and spicy romance. A graduate of the University of Michigan with double majors in English and History, her earlier careers include agent and manager in the music industry, public television, associate vice president of university advancement, public relations, and economic development.
She is three times a finalist for an EPIC E-Book Award (and a winner in 2014), a nominee for a Romantic Times Reviewers Choice Award, winner of the first 5 Heart Sweetheart of the Year Award at The Romance Studio as well as twice a CAPA Award winner for best BDSM book of the year, a USA Today Bestselling author and winner of the Holt Medallion for Excellence in Romance Literature.
She has been featured on CBS Sunday Morning and in The Village Voice, The Daily Beast, USA Today, The (London) Daily Mail, The New Delhi Times, The Huffington Post and numerous other national and international publications. She is also the Authors After Dark 2014 Author of the Year.
Desiree Holt is the most amazing erotica author of our time and each story is more fulfilling then the last.” (Romance Junkies)