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Cover and Synopsis Reveal ~ Hate the Player by Max Monroe

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I can hate the player but still secretly love his addictive game.

I’m sure of it.

Hate the Player, an all-new enemies to lovers romantic comedy from New York Times bestselling author Max Monroe is coming August 13th and we have the smokin’ hot cover!

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“Roses are red, violets are blue, stay away from Andrew Watson’s *ahem* because no other women ever do.”

That’s quite the way to start a conversation at a casual lunch, huh? Grilled chicken, French fries, and pelvic-fatigue, oh my!

And that’s not even the worst of it.

My friend Raquel didn’t pull any punches when she warned me about my brand-new costar and his notoriously player-esque ways. Apparently, my most important mission on my first role in a feature film is to stay immune to his charms.

Are you kidding me? Production costs on this movie are in the hundreds of thousands a day, and staying away from a panty-whispering, vajayjay-charmer is supposed to be at the top of my list? Pfft. Puh-lease.

It doesn’t matter that he’s annoyingly attractive, uber rich, crazy famous, and lusted after by ninety percent of the female population; Andrew Watson is trouble with a capital T—especially for a woman like me.

As a preventative measure, I’ve decided to go ahead and hate him.

Don’t worry, you guys, I’m completely in control. There’s absolutely no way I’m going to do something stupid like fall in love with him.

I can hate the player but still secretly love his addictive game.

I’m sure of it.

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A duo of romance authors team up under the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling pseudonym Max Monroe to bring you sexy, laugh-out-loud reads.

Max Monroe is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author of more than ten contemporary romance titles. Favorite writing partners and long time friends, Max and Monroe strive to live and write all the fun, sexy swoon so often missing from their Facebook newsfeed. Sarcastic by nature, their two writing souls feel like they’ve found their other half. This is their most favorite adventure thus far.

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Cover Reveal ~ Troublemaker by Kayley Loring

Title: Troublemaker
Author: Kayley Loring
Genre: Steamy Romantic Comedy
Cover Design: Kari March Designs
Photo: Regina Wamba
Release Date: August 13, 2020
Blurb
TO: Alex Vega

FROM: Emilia Stiles

SUBJECT: Hello

Dear Mr. Vega,

I felt it necessary to follow up on today’s meeting, since we weren’t
able to speak candidly in front of your son.
I was shocked to discover that you are Ryder’s dad. Given that
your ex-wife will be out of the country for a while and you are currently his
primary caregiver, I’m sure you understand why we need to establish boundaries
and etiquette. I think it would be best if we just pretend that we met in
person for the first time today.
Your son is a very bright (flirtatious and talkative) student and since
his education is a top priority for both of us, I hope I can count on you to
respectfully refrain from grinning at me, using that sexy tone of voice, and
undressing me with your annoyingly beautiful brown eyes if we should happen to
interact with each other again in the future.
Thanks so much,
Miss Stiles

TO: Emilia Stiles

FROM: Alex Vega

SUBJECT: Re: Well, hello again…

Dear Miss Stiles,
Great to hear from you. My son’s education is indeed a top priority. As
such, I respectfully agree to refrain from doing all of the aforementioned
things.
However, I can’t promise to stop thinking about that kiss at the bar
this summer. I’ve been thinking about it for the past month. It’s interesting
how humorless and uptight you are about my son’s totally awesome personality,
given that I have personally witnessed just how flirtatious and talkative you
yourself can be when mildly intoxicated.
You’re so welcome,
Alex
P.S. I volunteered to be a chaperone for your next field trip. See you
then.
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Before writing steamy romantic comedy novels, Kayley Loring
got a BFA in creative writing from a Canadian university and had a fifteen-year
career as a screenwriter in Los Angeles (under a different name). She mostly
wrote PG-13 family comedies that studios would pay her lots of money for and
then never make into movies. In 2017 she decided to move to the Pacific
Northwest and write about all the fun stuff that she wasn’t allowed to write
about in those PG-13 scripts. Now she’s breathing cleaner air and writing
dirtier words. It’s an adjustment she’s happily getting used to.
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Release Blitz ~ Love Disregarded by Rachel Blaufeld

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The man who once abandoned me is now seeking comfort in my arms, and this time, I’m not sure if I can give in.

Love Disregarded, an all-new, angst-filled, second chance contemporary romance from Rachel Blaufeld is available now!

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When I first met Aston Prescott, I thought I’d be able to let go of him.

I was naive.

He belonged to the private club where I worked, and despite the vast difference in our social status, I still fell for him. I thought he fell for me too, and that our love would overcome any obstacles.

But our relationship was discounted by everyone around us. Our families didn’t support us, and our friends avoided us.

So we moved on with our lives, but then everything fell apart.

The man who once abandoned me is now seeking comfort in my arms, and this time, I’m not sure if I can give in.

Because if I do, I may never be able to let him go again.

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Rachel Blaufeld is a bestselling author of Romantic Suspense, New Adult, Coming-of-Age Romance, and Sports Romance. A recent poll of her readers described her as insightful, generous, articulate, and spunky. Originally a social worker, Rachel creates broken yet redeeming characters. She’s been known to turn up the angst like cranking up the heat in the dead of winter.

A devout coffee drinker and doughnut eater, Rachel spends way too many hours in local coffee shops, downing the aforementioned goodies while she plots her ideas. Her tales may all come with a side of angst and naughtiness, but end as lusciously as her treats.

As a side note, Blaufeld, also a long-time blogger and an advocate of woman-run anything, is fearless about sharing her opinion. She captured the ears of stay-at-home and working moms on her blog, BacknGrooveMom, chronicling her adventures in parenting tweens and running a business, often at the same time. To her, work/life/family balance is an urban legend, but she does her best.

Rachel has also blogged for The Huffington Post and Modern Mom. Most recently, her insights can be found in USA TODAY, where she shares conversations at “In Bed with a Romance Author” and reading recommendations over at “Happy Ever After.”

Rachel lives around the corner from her childhood home in Pennsylvania with her family and two beagles. Her obsessions include running, coffee, basketball, icing-filled doughnuts, antiheroes, and mighty fine epilogues.

When she isn’t writing, she can be found courtside, tweeting about hoops as her son plays, or walking around the house wearing earplugs while her other son, the drummer, bangs away.

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Cover Reveal ~ Until Talon by Aurora Rose Reynolds

Title: Until Talon
Series: Until Him #4
Author: Aurora Rose Reynolds
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: RBA Designs
Photo: Michelle Lancaster
Model: Chad Hurst
Release Date: August 4, 2020
Blurb
When
Mia Allenton’s sister calls, asking her for help after finding out her husband
cheated, Mia packs up her life in Montana and moves to Tennessee to be there
for her and her three girls. As Mia begins to settle in, a tornado comes
through, bringing along with it Talon Mayson, a man determined to prove to her
that good men do exist.

Talon
knows he’s got his work cut out for him when it comes to earning Mia’s trust,
but slowly her walls start to crumble, and they begin to build something
beautiful. Unfortunately, someone from Talon’s past isn’t happy about him being
back in Tennessee, and they’re willing to do anything to prevent him from ever
being happy.

Is
the Boom between Talon and Mia strong enough to weather the storm that’s
coming?
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Aurora Rose
Reynolds is a New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling
author whose wildly popular series include Until, Until Him, Until Her,
Underground Kings and Shooting Stars.

Her writing
career started in an attempt to get the outrageously alpha men who resided in
her head to leave her alone and has blossomed into an opportunity to share her
stories with readers all over the world.
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Release Blitz ~ Hooking Him by Aurora Rose Reynolds

Title: Hooking Him
Series: How to Catch an Alpha #3
Author: Aurora Rose Reynolds
Publisher: Montlake Romance
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 16, 2020
Blurb
Anna McAlister needs a new life. But that doesn’t mean she needs a new
man. After leaving her fiancé and Chicago behind, she promises herself no
dating until she finds what she’s looking for. But meeting one seriously hot
and determined detective has her questioning herself.
Calvin Miller is that detective, and he’s been burned by women in the
past. It’s easy for him to sleep alone and focus on his work, but the moment he
lays eyes on Anna, he starts imagining sexy nights with her wrapped in his
sheets. Maybe it’s time to get back out there.
But just as the attraction between them begins to sizzle, Anna’s past
shows up to create trouble. And to make matters worse, a string of murders
forces Calvin to juggle his new relationship and his career. His worst fear?
That the two are somehow connected.
Can they find love together, or will her past and his duty sink their
hopes?
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Suggestion 1

FIRST IMPRESSIONS ARE EVERYTHING. DIDN’T YOUR MAMA TEACH YOU THAT?


ANNA

“Are you happy?” my friend Lucy asks, and I instinctively
tighten my fingers around my cell phone as I put my bare feet up on the wooden
rail in front of me. I’ve lived most of my life in the city, surrounded by
skyscrapers and the constant sound of chatter and traffic, with air clogged
with the scents of food and exhaust. Now, sitting on the back deck of my studio
apartment in a small coastal town in South Carolina, with the ocean mere feet
away, the sun warming my skin, and a slight breeze playing in my hair, I wonder
how I survived in Chicago for so long.
“I’m getting there,” I answer, smiling as I watch a young family laughing and
playing in the surf nearby.


“Even living in a small studio apartment and working at a bakery?” She sounds
skeptical, and I remind myself she just doesn’t understand. Like everyone else
back in Chicago, she doesn’t get why I’d choose to go from making over $60,000
a year, living in a beautiful penthouse apartment, planning a wedding to a good
man—who also happens to be gorgeous—to moving to a town where I know almost no
one. Where I’m renting an apartment the size of my old bathroom and working a
job that pays in a month what I used to make in a week.

“Even living in an apartment and working at the bakery,” I reply, keeping my
tone neutral before adding quietly, “I do miss you, though.” It’s not a lie:
Lucy has been in my life since I can remember. Our parents were friends, so we
practically grew up together.
“I still don’t get it,” she says with a sigh, and my heart sinks. I keep hoping
she will, but as the months pass, it’s becoming more and more clear that she
won’t. None of my friends or family do. They don’t understand that I didn’t
just wake up one day and decide to give everything up. Every day for years, I
woke up and looked at myself in the mirror, disliking the materialistic,
shallow woman I was becoming. Until one day I decided to do something about it.
“I should let you go. I’m sure you have stuff to do, and I promised Edie that
I’d go with her to bingo.”
“Bingo? You’re playing bingo?” She laughs.
I can’t help the smile that tips up my lips. “Yeah, it’s actually kind of fun.”
“If you say so,” she says, sounding distracted, and then a moment later, a
distinctive male voice in the background asks her something, and I know it’s
Lance, my ex-fiancé, who’s a partner at her firm. “Sorry, I gotta go, Anna.”
“No problem,” I tell her, feeling nauseous. “Bye.” I hang up before she has a
chance to reply and then sit forward, dropping my head into my hands as I think
back to the look on Lance’s face when I gave him back his ring and told him
that we were over. He didn’t say a word and walked away, looking devastated.
The hardest part about leaving Chicago wasn’t the lifestyle I was giving up; it
was losing him. Even though I wasn’t in love with him, he was my friend. For
the five years we were in a relationship, he was a constant in my life, someone
I depended on for support, and he was one of the few people who understood the
dysfunctional relationship I had with my parents and encouraged me to take a
step back from them when they hurt me with their carelessness.
Not wanting to spend the day dwelling on something that would leave me
depressed, I pull in a deep breath, expecting to inhale the fresh sea air, but
my nose wrinkles when the distinct scent of pot hits me. I open my eyes, get up
from my lounger, and stop midway across the deck when a big puff of smoke
floats up from the porch below. I walk quietly to the edge and look over the
rail, wondering if someone from the beach has decided to hide out and get high.
But then I shake my head when I see Dixie and Pearl, my landlady Edie’s best
friends, who are in their seventies, standing at her back door and sharing what
looks like a joint: an object that seems out of place, given their grandmotherly
appearance. Both women are dressed like they’re about to go golfing, in their
pastel polo shirts and khaki capris, all capped by white hair that’s styled,
like always, in an array of curls.
“Isn’t weed illegal?”
Both women jump, and Dixie, who’s holding the joint, tosses it away, yelling
“Oh shit!” while Pearl screams, searching until she finds me on the deck above.
“Anna!” Pearl says, glaring. “You scared the dickens out of me.”
“Dickens,” Dixie says with a giggle as the back door opens.
“What on earth is going on out here?” Edie asks, stepping outside wearing a
white linen outfit with her short hair feathered back from a gracefully aging
face.
“Anna tried to give us heart attacks,” Pearl says accusingly, pointing up at
me, and Edie tips her head back, smiling when she spots me.
Edie was the first person I met when I moved to South Carolina. She had an
apartment for rent in her house, and when I answered the ad, she invited me
over to view the space. I fell in love with it because it was right on the
beach, but after spending an hour with her, I also wanted the apartment because
it would give me an excuse to spend time with her. I didn’t understand why I
was so drawn to her at first, but something about being in her presence made me
feel hopeful. Then one night, over wine, she opened up about her past and told
me about her ex-husband, who she was with for more than twenty years before she
found the courage to leave him. And when she did, she found a way to be happy,
even when he and her family were all sure she would come back with her tail
tucked between her legs. I guess her story gave me the hope to fight for my own
happiness.
“They’re smoking weed,” I inform her, waving my hand at both women.
“I have glaucoma.” Pearl plants her hands on her hips.
“Really?” I ask, and her eyes narrow on mine in challenge.
“It’s time for us to go anyway,” Edie announces.
“Found it!” Dixie shouts, and Pearl breaks her stare-down with me to turn to
her friend, who holds up the joint like it’s a trophy.
“Anna.” My eyes move to Edie. “Meet us at the car. I want to get to the bingo
hall before Carol so she doesn’t take our table.”
“That woman is annoying,” Dixie mutters.
“She’s such a show-off,” Pearl says, taking the joint from Dixie and wrapping
what’s left of it in a tissue she pulls from her bra. “Who cares that you have
five grandkids when they don’t even like you?”
“Right!” Dixie agrees while opening the door for Pearl to go inside before her.
“Meet us in the driveway,” Edie says, and I narrow my eyes on hers. “What?”
“I notice you’re not saying anything about them smoking pot. Did you smoke with
them?”
“Not today.” She winks, then disappears inside. I watch the door close behind
her, unsure if she’s joking. She, Pearl, and Dixie might all be older than me,
but you’d never know by the way they act and the things they say.
“Well, today should be interesting,” I sigh to myself before going into my
apartment and shutting the door. I walk between my bed and the open kitchen to
the closet and slide my feet into a pair of flip-flops before grabbing a plaid
button-down shirt and tying it around my waist. I learned the first time Edie
dragged me to the bingo hall that they keep the room a degree above
freezing—something that wouldn’t have been bad if I hadn’t dressed for the heat
and humidity outside. I stop and grab my keys, along with my purse, then lock
up before taking the stairs down to the driveway, where Edie, Dixie, and Pearl
are waiting.
“I can drive.” I hold up the keys to my Ford, and they all turn in my
direction.
“Where’s the rest of your shorts?” Pearl asks, and I look down at my denim
cutoffs, which are short but not any shorter than what girls wear nowadays.
Still, they’re shorter than anything I would’ve worn a year ago.
“Oh, stop. If you had legs like hers, you’d show them off too,” Edie scolds,
and I glance up, catching her shaking her head at her friend before she looks
at me. “Anna, you drive like an old lady. You’re riding shotgun. Get in.” She
presses a button on her keys, and the doors unlock.
“I don’t drive like an old lady,” I say to defend myself as I open the door to
her red BMW convertible and pull the seat forward for Pearl and Dixie to get in
the back.
“The last time I rode with you, you drove thirty in a fifty.”
“It was a construction zone. I was following the rules.”
“It was after eight at night. They weren’t even working.”
“Whatever.” I push the seat back into place and get in. I reach for my seat
belt as she starts the engine and lowers the roof. As soon as the top locks
into place, she backs out of the driveway, and I’m reaching out for the handle
on the door when I hear her laugh.
“Relax, child. I’ve never gotten in an accident.”
“Really?” I glance at her quickly, not wanting to take my eyes off the road,
even though I’m not the one driving.
“Well . . . maybe I should say I have never gotten into an accident that was my
fault.”
“That sounds a little more believable,” I reply, then pull in a sharp breath as
she turns onto the on-ramp for the highway and presses her foot more firmly on
the gas. I hold my breath as she merges into traffic and then squeeze my eyes
closed as she zooms forward to pass in front of a semi. I feel the car start to
slow and open my eyes. I release the breath I’ve been holding as we take the
next exit and stop at a red light. When the light turns green, my fingers
tighten on the handle of the door, turning my knuckles white as she takes a
right and presses the gas once more. I start to pray when she hugs the bumper
of the car in front of us, and then my heart drops into my stomach when I hear
the distinctive sound of police sirens.
“Oh shit,” comes from the back seat as Edie pulls over and places the car in
park. I look over my shoulder and watch Pearl reach into her shirt, pull out a
white tissue, and shove it under the seat in front of her.
Oh my God. “Was that your joint?” I shout, and Pearl glares at me.
“Just be cool. This isn’t a big deal.” Edie wraps her hand around my upper leg,
and I focus on her and nod, not feeling cool at all. My leg starts to bounce as
we wait for the officer to get out of his car, and by the time he gets to
Edie’s window, it’s jumping like crazy.
“Edie.”
A deep voice greets us, and I turn my head, noticing first the long, masculine
fingers wrapped around the top of the door, then dark jeans, a black belt with a
badge attached, and a form-fitting blue button-down that’s tucked in, making it
clear the guy is fit. I slowly lift my head as I take in his broad shoulders,
and my heart starts to pound for a different reason when I reach his face. Holy
wow, even with his eyes covered with a pair of silver aviators that look
amazing on him, he’s still heart-stoppingly gorgeous. I stare at him, unsure if
it’s his dark hair, sharp jaw, or full lips that have me entranced. All I know
is it’s a good thing he has those glasses on. I don’t think I could handle
seeing all of him at one time.
“Calvin, how’s your mom?” Pearl asks sweetly from the back seat, and he turns
his head just slightly to look at her while I keep my eyes on him. Calvin—that
name fits him. It makes me think of those old Calvin Klein ads with Marky Mark
that my friends and I used to drool over.
“She’s good.”
“Tell her I say hello.”
“Will do.” He dips his chin before shifting his attention back to Edie. “Do you
know why I pulled you over?”
“I have no idea,” Edie says. Then she asks, “Was I speeding?”
“You weren’t speeding. But I followed you onto the highway and off, and I’m a
little concerned with your lack of turn signals and the way you tend to test
the boundaries of your brakes when driving behind someone.”
“My car has great brakes,” she informs him with a smile.
“That might be, but I doubt you’d feel that way if the person you followed so
closely had to hit their brakes and you, in turn, hit them.”
“You’re absolutely right.” She places her hand on her chest, looking surprised.
“I never thought of that.”
“I’m sure.” His jaw tics, making my fingers, still on the handle, clench. “If I
see you driving like that again, Edie, I’ll give you a ticket. And you and I
both know you can’t have any more points on your license.”
Points? She already has points on her license?
“How many tickets have you gotten?” I blurt, and all eyes rest on me, including
a pair covered with a silver tint.
“I still have my license,” Edie tells me.
“One more ticket and you won’t,” Calvin adds.
“One more ticket” meaning she’s gotten a few? “I knew I should have ignored my
need to respect my elders and demanded to drive. First, Pearl and Dixie smoking
a—”
“Pardon?” Calvin rumbles, cutting off the word joint, and my eyes widen. Oh
crap. My mouth goes dry. I wave my hand in his direction and shake my head once
more. “They were smoking a cigarette. Even at their age, they should know those
things kill.” I can’t see his eyes, but I still feel them bore into mine. I
shift in my seat but try to keep my expression neutral. “I’ll make sure Edie’s
more careful when she’s behind the wheel.”
He acknowledges my statement with a grunt and comes out of his bent position,
which forces me to tip my head back. “This is your last warning.” He taps
Edie’s door before he walks back toward his car. I turn to watch him, thinking
even from behind, his broad shoulders and slim waist are attractive.
“I can’t believe you were going to tell him that we were smoking a joint,”
Pearl hisses.
“She didn’t and she covered for us,” Dixie mutters. “I don’t blame her for
getting weird. He’s handsome, and that happens when you’re talking to a
handsome man.”
“Do you think he’s handsome?” Edie asks me, and I look over at her, noting a
calculating look in her eyes.
Damn.
“Of course she thinks he’s attractive. She’s female,” Pearl says from the back
seat.
“Well?” Edie asks.
“Um . . .” I shift under her stare. “He’s okay.”
“Okay?” Dixie snorts. “That man is not just okay, darling, and if you think
that, you need to be checked by a doctor to confirm you actually have a pulse.”
“Whatever. Shouldn’t we go? Aren’t you the one who didn’t want to be late to
bingo?”
“Fine, you win this one,” Edie says after a long moment, and then she puts the
shifter in drive, flips on her turn signal, and checks her mirror. The moment
she starts to pull away from the side of the road and into traffic, the car is
jolted to the right, and the sounds of metal crunching and scraping fill the
air.
With wide eyes and my heart pounding, I turn and meet a pair of mesmerizing
blue eyes belonging to Calvin. Holy cow, we just sideswiped a cop! I drag my
eyes off his and focus on Edie. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. Are you?” Her eyes scan me from head to toe.
“I’m good.” I look over my shoulder and see Calvin backing up behind us, then
look at the two wide-eyed women in the back seat. “Are you two all right?”
“I’m okay,” Pearl says shakily.
“Just a little shook up, but I’m okay,” Dixie replies.
“I’m going to make sure Calvin is all right.” I unhook my belt and open my
door.
With my legs shaking, I walk around the back of the car, but I stop short when
I see Calvin bent over and looking in the open trunk of his cruiser. Without
even a glance in my direction, he booms, “Get back into the vehicle.”
“But—”
“Back in the vehicle.” He doesn’t move except to turn his head, and his eyes
come to me. “It’s not safe for you to be out here.”
“I just wanted to make sure you were okay,” I tell him, and he comes out of his
bent position and walks toward me slowly.
I should back away. I want to back away, but I hold my ground until he reaches
out and wraps his hand around my upper arm.
“What are you doing?” I look at where he’s holding me and automatically try to
tug free, but he doesn’t let go. Instead, he starts walking, forcing me to go
with him. When we reach the passenger side of the car, he opens the door and
urges me to sit.
“Stay,” he orders, and I blink up at him in disbelief.
“I’m not a dog you can just order to do something,” I hiss, tucking my feet
into the car.
“Yeah, I know. My dog actually listens.” He slams the door and walks away,
leaving me fuming.
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Aurora Rose
Reynolds is a New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling
author whose wildly popular series include Until, Until Him, Until Her,
Underground Kings and Shooting Stars.
Her writing
career started in an attempt to get the outrageously alpha men who resided in
her head to leave her alone and has blossomed into an opportunity to share her
stories with readers all over the world.
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Blog Tour ~ The First Score by Amie Knight

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There was something about that first score, and not just on the football field.

The First Score, an all-new, best friend’s brother romance from Amie Knight is available now!

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I loved all of life’s firsts, which was why I’d been saving mine for one girl, my older sister’s best friend—Hazel Jones.

She was tough and sarcastic with walls around her heart as tall as a football stadium, but I knew she was the one for me.

Desperate times called for desperate measures and I’d have done anything to make her mine.

Like create a fake online persona.

Lie about my age.

Pretend I wasn’t some naive virgin.

And catfish the hell out of the love of my life.

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“Thanks so much for taking her home, Hazel.” Ollie nudged me to get my attention and I turned to look at him, not having much choice in the matter now. I couldn’t be rude. It was a mistake. The green of his eyes was deeper today, less brown. I knew it was the jersey. It was always that way. A bead of sweat slid down the side of his face and he ran a hand through his hair like he always did. I knew it was a habit of his, just like I knew so many other things about him.

“You owe me.” I tried lightening the mood like I had with Scarlett. I nudged his shoulder but only came into contact with a pad.

Dragging his bottom lip into his mouth, he raked his teeth over the fullness and his eyes heated. He leaned his face close to mine. “You name it and it’s yours, brat.”

My face flamed and my mouth watered. Lord, he was a terrible flirt and by terrible I meant amazing. I swallowed the saliva pooling in my mouth and stepped back.

“Cut it out, Olls. Quit giving her a hard time. She came all this way so your ass would have a way home tonight.” Scarlett attempted to save me.

He eyed me. “Oh, I haven’t even started giving her a hard time yet,” he said before walking backward down the stadium steps, hot eyes still on me. I was thanking whatever gods were listening that he was walking backward. Please, God. Spare me that ass. I couldn’t handle it after his damn lip trick.

“You’re shameless, Oliver Knox,” Scarlett called down to him.

She wasn’t wrong. Oliver flirted with all the women. I never could tell if he had a preference for a certain kind of girl. If it walked and had tits and a vagina, he flirted.

“Bye, ladies,” Oliver said loudly and jangled Scarlett’s keys over his head before doing the most awful thing in the world to me—he spun around and gave me his ass. And God, was it a marvelous ass. Immediately my eyes ate it up. Was there anything better than a hot ass in some football pants? It was round and firm and high and I bet I could have bounced fifty quarters off of it. But I didn’t have any change. Damn. That was just my luck.

I was being mesmerized by the twin all white globes when they stopped just barely and my eyes diverted up to see Oliver looking over his shoulder and smiling. Damn him. He gave me a slow wink before continuing down the steps at a trot.

The tease. The bastard. He knew how good-looking he was. It didn’t matter a bit that he was my best friend’s brother or that he was a year and a half younger than me. Oliver Winston Knox was fine on a regular day, but in a football uniform he was the stuff dreams were made of. My dreams to be exact.

AmieKnightAbout the Amie

Amie Knight has been a reader for as long as she could remember and a romance lover since she could get her hands on her momma’s books. A dedicated wife and mother with a love of music and makeup, she won’t ever be seen leaving the house without her eyebrows and eyelashes done just right. When she isn’t reading and writing, you can catch her jamming out in the car with her two kids to ’90s R&B, country, and showtunes. Amie draws inspiration from her childhood in Columbia, South Carolina, and can’t imagine living anywhere other than the South.

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Release Blitz ~ Forty Day Fiancé by Erin McCarthy

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My first plan was a little crazy.
Find a fake fiance.
Convince the powers-that-be that we’re madly in love.

Forty Day Fiancé, an all-new laugh-out-loud romance from New York Times bestselling author Erin McCarthy, is available now!

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Admittedly, my first plan was a little crazy.

I had forty days to execute it. Find a fake fiance, move in with him, and convince the powers-that-be that we’re madly in love.

Surely this British girl can sweet-talk a few American officials.

Step One: the sexy, wealthy doctor I’ve been chatting up agrees to my plan–with a demand of his own. A baby. An actual ring. A for-real marriage and family. Turns out, there’s someone more bonkers than me.

So Step Two: I now have forty days to convince my fake fiance that we can’t be real.

Because there’s no such thing as love at first sight–right?

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USA Today and New York Times bestselling author Erin McCarthy sold her first book in 2002 and has since written over seventy-five novels and novellas in the romance and mystery genres. Erin has a special weakness for high-heeled boots, martinis, and Frank Sinatra. She lives with her renovation-addicted husband (he built her a bar, so it’s all good!) and their blended family of kids and rescue dogs.

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Release Blitz ~ The First Score by Amie Knight

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There was something about that first score, and not just on the football field.

The First Score, an all-new, new adult, sports romance from Amie Knight is available now!

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I loved all of life’s firsts, which was why I’d been saving mine for one girl, my older sister’s best friend—Hazel Jones.

She was tough and sarcastic with walls around her heart as tall as a football stadium, but I knew she was the one for me.

Desperate times called for desperate measures and I’d have done anything to make her mine.

Like create a fake online persona.

Lie about my age.

Pretend I wasn’t some naive virgin.

And catfish the hell out of the love of my life.

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AmieKnightAbout the Amie

Amie Knight has been a reader for as long as she could remember and a romance lover since she could get her hands on her momma’s books. A dedicated wife and mother with a love of music and makeup, she won’t ever be seen leaving the house without her eyebrows and eyelashes done just right. When she isn’t reading and writing, you can catch her jamming out in the car with her two kids to ’90s R&B, country, and showtunes. Amie draws inspiration from her childhood in Columbia, South Carolina, and can’t imagine living anywhere other than the South.

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Cover Reveal ~ Forty Day Fiancé by Erin McCarthy

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There’s no such thing as love at first sight–right?

Forty Day Fiancé, an all-new fun and flirty romantic comedy from New York Times bestselling author Erin McCarthy, is coming June 1st, and we have the irresistible cover!

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Admittedly, my first plan was a little crazy.

I had forty days to execute it. Find a fake fiance, move in with him, and convince the powers-that-be that we’re madly in love.

Surely this British girl can sweet-talk a few American officials.

Step One: the sexy, wealthy doctor I’ve been chatting up agrees to my plan–with a demand of his own. A baby. An actual ring. A for-real marriage and family. Turns out, there’s someone more bonkers than me.

So Step Two: I now have forty days to convince my fake fiance that we can’t be real.

Because there’s no such thing as love at first sight–right?

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About Erin

USA Today and New York Times bestselling author Erin McCarthy sold her first book in 2002 and has since written over seventy-five novels and novellas in the romance and mystery genres. Erin has a special weakness for high-heeled boots, martinis, and Frank Sinatra. She lives with her renovation-addicted husband (he built her a bar, so it’s all good!) and their blended family of kids and rescue dogs.

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Release Blitz ~ Bad News by Stacy Travis

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Sexy, arrogant co-worker.
One weekend alone.
Do I want the story?
Or do I want him?

Bad News, an all-new steamy, enemies-to-lovers romance from Stacy Travis, is available now!

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Jack Galloway is an award-winning journalist, a star at The Examiner, and he’s got the chiseled jaw and deep blue eyes that light me on fire.

Oh, and I hate his arrogant guts.

He told my boss that I can’t hack it as a reporter. He actually said it was a mistake to hire me. But I just landed a scandalous story that will launch my career and prove him forever wrong. Yeah, it steps on Jack’s beat a little. Okay, a lot.

So our boss is making us report it together for an entire weekend. At a gorgeous oceanfront villa with sailboats and cocktails and oh…he looks good in a sport coat.

Jack brings out my insecurities. He makes me doubt my instincts. And ignites a desire in me that I haven’t felt before.

But I know he’s hiding something. And I know I’m risking more than my job by pursuing the truth.

If I have to choose, do I want the story? Or him?

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It’s a rough world out there, and we all sometimes need a good, romantic beach read, even if we can’t make it to the beach. I’ve spent many lazy days walking the streets of Paris and other gorgeous European cities, and if I’m doing it right, I’m bringing you a dash of romance and a vacay fantasy.

I can’t sit still, so when I’m not hiking, biking or running, I’m playing a very average game of tennis. Background music for writing undoubtedly features some U2, Lizzo, Billy Joel, Pink, Taylor Swift, and Led Zeppelin. Not necessarily in that order. And if I could only eat one food group, it would be cheese. Or wine. Or bread. Are those food groups? Whatever.

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