Sunday, April 30, 2017

Playing the Spanish Billionaire


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A night out on the town, $100.
Gourmet cooking classes, $300.
Playing the Spanish Billionaire. Priceless.

Playing as a local tour guide for the hotel reviewer Mateu meets, seems harmless. But when London discovers her charming guide is really the CEO of the hotel, she plays along to see how far he’ll go to make her dream vacation unforgettable. It's all fun and games until hearts are broken. But if they could just see the truth, this is a game they could both win.
London and Mateu are both a hot mess when their game gets too deep and the stakes are their hearts.


“You know you didn’t have to get me anything. Taking me to your family’s orchard was more than I’d ever expected.”
He backed her toward the bed with a decidedly wolfish grin. “You know I did. I’ve been in physical pain since kissing you at the museum.” His tone was desperate and in no way matched the look in his eye or the strength in his touch when he picked her up and tossed her onto the bed.
She caught herself in a not so graceful stumble, and blew her hair from her face. “Men are such babies.” She teased, trying to lighten the pressure gathering in her center.
“Now see, I think you’re mistaken.” His voice was low as he toed off his shoes, then removed his shirt, exposing inches and inches of what would surely be her new favorite meal. “It’s not a matter of being weak and helpless, it’s a matter of craving something you know you’re going to love.”
His words washed over her as soft as a caress. She wouldn’t read too much into them. He may not admit anything about his scheme, but there was no way he could connect with her so completely if he didn’t care a little. It wasn’t love, but it was enough for tonight.
Rising to her knees at the edge of the bed, she pulled her shirt up over her head, taking her bra along with it, while he removed his pants. Then she made quick work of her shorts, catching them on one foot, then giving them a little toss. His eyes skimmed over her naked body, lingering at her breasts, then again at the juncture of her thighs. A warm, persistent throbbing deep inside her answered the heat in his eyes.
His voice was gruff, turning his accent into an aphrodisiac. “If I’d have known you weren’t wearing any underwear at the orchard, we wouldn’t have made it back to the hotel.”
She slid her hands onto his shoulders. “I find them constricting and rarely wear them. It’s my little secret.”
“I don’t like secrets.” Sliding her tongue along his lower lip, she nipped him gently with her teeth.
“Then you shouldn’t keep any.”

Giveaway:

MK is giving away a $10 Amazon gift card at this RAFFLECOPTER.

Playing the Spanish Billionaire (International Temptation #2

Mateu Espasa, CEO of Barcelona’s most luxurious hotel, knows how to deliver a five-star experience. When he learns the identity of hotel reviewer, London Montgomery, it seems harmless to play as her local tour guide to make sure she enjoys her stay and places his hotel back in the running for the Elite Life and Travel Magazine's hotel of fame. But every moment with London makes Mateu want her just as much as he needs that review.

Constantly working to cover her mother’s medical bills, London needs to have a little fun on this vacation. First on her list: Kiss a hot Spaniard, and her knight-in-shining-Armani at the train station seems to fit that bill—he’s local and definitely hot! But when she discovers the man charming her is really CEO of the hotel she’s reviewing—supposedly secretly—she decides to see how far he’ll go to make her dream vacation a once in a lifetime experience.

Mateu shows her the romance of his city and his soul, but when the truth comes out, the fun is over, and it turns out nobody wins in a game of hearts.

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About the author:

MK Meredith writes single title contemporary romance promising an emotional ride on heated sheets. She believes the best route to success is to never stop learning. Her lifelong love affair with peanut butter continues. Only two things come close in the battle for her affections: gorgeous heels and maybe Gerard Butler…or was it David Gandy? Who is she kidding? Her true loves are her husband and two children who have survived her SEA's (spontaneous explosions of affection) and live to tell the tale. The Meredith's live in the D.C. area with their large fur baby...until the next adventure calls.

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Author Email: mk@mkmeredith.com
Author Website: www.mkmeredith.com

Saturday, April 29, 2017

His Family of Convenience

With: Amy Ayers


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At 16, I had the opportunity of a lifetime to spend a summer as an exchange student in the south of France. We spent the hot summer days down at the beach with my host sister’s friends drinking fresh fruit smoothies and eating greasy croque monsieur sandwiches.  Evenings were spent listening to live jazz at the local beachfront cafes sipping sparkling jus de poire. It wasn’t until much later I fully appreciated the fact that I’d spent a summer on one of the Cote d’Azur’s top three beaches.

My host family was kind and helpful and so patient with my adequate French.  My host mom was intent on giving me the full provincial cultural experience and tasked me with getting bread every morning and getting something sweet for dessert each night.  I felt more than a little like Belle as I made my way through the streets of the small town each morning doing the shopping, stopping in the parfumiere to inhaling the exotic French scents and wandering through a librarie full of rare works.  I got to try octopus for the first (and last) time and had a banquet dinner at the longest table I’ve ever seen in a real, working vineyard. That dinner may or may not have included lots of champagne which delivered my first hangover the next morning. Shhh…don’t tell my parents.

All of those experiences made me fall in love with this region of Europe.  Not just the Provence, as the area is known, but also the Catalan region of Spain, just a skip away from where I summered.  For a girl originally from a working class, urban corner of Portland, Oregon, every single experience was transformative.  I came back a different person.  I was confident, self-assured.  I mean, I could speak a foreign language! I knew that octopus tasted like feet!

So when it came time to find an ancestral home for my hero’s tightknit, tradition bound family, the Medinas, I knew exactly where I wanted it to be.  The Catalan region is fiercely independent.  They don’t consider themselves either Spanish or French. They are Catalan and their language, customs and culture reflect that.  I hope you enjoy your time in Girona when you read HIS FAMILY OF CONVENIENCE.

Giveaway:
Amy will be giving away a $10 Amazon gift card to one lucky person leaving a comment or email entry.

His Family of Convenience 

Senna Callas’s one-night stand with her alpha asshole boss, Marco Medina, was supposed to mark the end of her internship and their ridiculous attraction. After being unreachable and ignoring Senna for a year, Marco sweeps back into the country and summons her to his office, revealing he knows her secret…the secret created during their explosive night together.

Marco is determined to be there for the son he’s just discovered he has, but when it comes to being with Senna, his choices aren’t his own. His meddling family expects him, the firstborn son, to follow through with the arranged marriage set up when he was a child. And Senna has no plans on being his mistress and still resents how her attempts to contact Marco were ignored. The only thing going right between them is the attraction that burns no matter the complicated situation they’re in.

Marco would do anything to protect his family, anything except decide between the legacy he was born into and the young family he’s just found…


About the author:
Amy Ayers remembers writing her first fiction as an introspective tween in rainy Portland, Oregon.  She took a break from writing to move with her family to the desert of Phoenix, Arizona. She currently divides her time between her writing, her family (including one husband, four boys and two dogs), and her far too lengthy daily commute to work.  A life-long lover of literature, she began writing her own contemporary romance in earnest in 2014 and is thrilled to be published with Entangled.
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Author Twitter: @amyloomom / https://twitter.com/amyloomom

Friday, April 28, 2017

The Negotiator


Thank you so much for having me over to share this fun excerpt form my hot romantic comedy, The Negotiator! Just to set this up a bit, Clover is posing as Sawyer’s finance so that his marriage-minded (and meddling) mom will stop throwing wife candidates in his path. Clover had a few requirements before signing the contract. One was that they’d have to watch DIY shows and hit the flea markets.

xoxo,
Avery

"You're totally in violation of the contract,” Clover said. “But I'll let it slide since it's our first Friday night."

Sawyer was so lost. He'd blame the lack of blood in his brain, but it seemed to be his reality whenever he was around Clover. "What violation?"

"To binge watch HGTV on Friday nights in preparation for hitting the flea market on Saturday morning." She gave a little cheer and turned her attention back to the TV, which was now showing a commercial for birth control. "We're totally going to find something fabulous to pop your cherry."

The mental movie that started rolling at the phrase "pop your cherry" had absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with a flea market unless she had a kink for public sex.

"I didn't think you were serious." There were a hundred—a billion—things he'd rather do with her—and to her—than go to some dirty flea market.

She shrugged. "Too bad, so sad, buddy, because you signed on the dotted line."

"You'll never get a judge to uphold anything scrawled on a napkin."

"Sure you want to gamble on that?" she asked. "Anyway, I already came up with our backstory. I know how you hate dealing with the details. Your mom was a little shocked when I told her how we met, but she took it better than I'd expected."

There wasn't a single part of those two sentences that didn't make his chest burn. "You talked to my mom? What did you tell her?"

"That we met when you modeled for a wine and paint class I took." She looked up at him, all sweetness and innocence except for the hard glint of trouble in her eyes. "I told her that I was a goner the moment you slipped off your tighty whiteys and were able to hold your pose for so long, even though I could see it was very hard."

Good thing his family had funded Harbor City General's new cardiac wing because he and his mom were both going to need it. "You did not say that to my mom."

The Negotiator 

Wanted: Personal Buffer

Often snarly, workaholic executive seeks “buffer” from annoying outside distractions AKA people. Free spirits with personal boundary issues, excessive quirks, or general squeamishness need not apply. Salary negotiable. Confidentiality required.

Workaholic billionaire Sawyer Carlyle may have joked he needed a “buffer” from their marriage-obsessed mom, but he didn’t need a waiting room filled with “candidates” to further distract him. (Thanks, bro.) But when a sexy job applicant shooes his mom and the socialite in tow out of his office, Sawyer sees the genius of the plan. And the woman. In fact, Miss Clover Lee might just get the fastest promotion in history, from buffer to fake fiancĂ©…

This “free-spirit” might look like hot sunshine and lickable rainbows, but she negotiates like a pitbull. Before Sawyer knows what hit him, he’s agreed to give up Friday nights for reality tv, his Saturdays for flea markets (why buy junk still baffles him), his Tuesdays and Thursdays for “date nights” (aka panty-losing opportunities if he plays his cards right). And now she wants lavender bath salts and tulips delivered every Monday?

Yup, she’s just screwing with him. Good thing she’s got this non-negotiatable six-weeks-and-she’s-gone rule or Sawyer may have just met this match…

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About the author:
Avery Flynn is an award winning romance author. She has three slightly-wild children, loves a hockey-addicted husband and is desperately hoping someone invents the coffee IV drip.
She was a reader before she was a writer and hopes to always be both. She loves to write about smartass alpha heroes who are as good with a quip as they are with their *ahem* other God-given talents. Her heroines are feisty, fierce and fantastic. Brainy and brave, these ladies know how to stand on their own two feet and knock the bad guys off theirs.

Connect:

Author Website: www.averyflynn.com
Author Blog: n/a
Author Twitter: @AveryFlynn / https://twitter.com/AveryFlynn

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

The Heart of a Texas Cowboy Spotlight Tour


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THE HEART OF A TEXAS COWBOY

Three Brothers. One Oath.
No Compromises.
The MEN of LEGEND

The Cowboy

One bullet is all it takes to shatter Houston Legend’s world. He swore he’d never love again, but with the future of the Lone Star Ranch on the line, he finds himself at the altar promising to love and cherish a woman he’s never met—a woman whose vulnerable beauty touches his heart.

All Lara Boone wants is a name for her baby. She never expected to fall in love with her own husband—or any man—after the heartache she’s endured. Yet when her troubled past catches up with them, Houston will move heaven and earth to protect his bride…and discover depths to a marriage of convenience neither realized could be theirs.

At a young age, LINDA BRODAY discovered a love for storytelling, history, and anything pertaining to the Old West. Cowboys fascinate her. There’s something about Stetsons, boots, and tall rugged cowboys that get her fired up. A New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Linda has won many awards, including the prestigious National Readers’ Choice Award and the Texas Gold Award. She resides in the Texas Panhandle and is inspired every day.


Excerpt:
With night wrapped around her like a cloak, Lara hummed while she washed the dishes and put everything away.

Houston sat on the ground with Gracie, his back against his saddle. The babe lay on his chest with his hand patting the small back. He caught Lara looking and winked as boldly as some scoundrel. Heat rose to her cheeks. She lowered her gaze and made quick work of the dishes.

“Do you want me to take Gracie to her bed?” Lara asked, joining him.

“If you can pry open her fist to get my vest out of it. For such a little thing, she’s sure got a grip.”

Houston was so near his soft breath fanned her cheek. Her pulse raced. This man she’d married invaded every thought. He’d shown kindness and caring and brought hope back from the grave where she’d buried it.

He laid a hand on her arm. “You’ll be back?”
           
“Yes. I won’t be long.”

“I’ll only be in camp a little while,” Houston said, yawning. “Have to spell the other drovers.” At her questioning glance, he explained, “Everyone shares guard duty, me included.”

She nodded and hurried to lay Gracie in her crib next to her crib beside the chuck wagon. With her precious daughter sleeping soundly, she returned to the fire to find no sign of Houston. Her heart sank with disappointment. She’d missed him, missed her goodnight kiss that he’d begged for.

Houston called quietly from the deep shadows. “Over here, Lara.”

Following his voice, Lara discovered him leaning against the trunk of a mesquite tree. Rays from the full moon lightened the dark brown strands nestling against his collar, adding glints of silver.

“I didn’t want to take a chance on us being interrupted so I walked out here,” he explained.

Lara wet her lips. “I thought you’d changed your mind.” That he didn’t want to kiss a woman so scarred.

“Not a chance, lady,” he growled low and pushed away from the tree. “It’s all that’s been on my mind since you agreed.”

When she moved to him, he opened his arms. She walked into his embrace as though it was door and pleasure awaited there. Inhaling the scented air, she laid her head against the hard wall of his chest. She wanted to stay there forever.

Houston lightly rested his chin on the top of her head. “I’m real glad you came on this drive. Nights can get lonely out here.”

His deep voice vibrated inside her. It was like he became part of her. “I’m glad I did too. Even though I had to work to convince you.”

“Yeah, well, I’m a stubborn fool.”

He put a finger under her chin and lifted her face. Without a word, he lowered his mouth. The minute his warm lips touched hers, Lara had to clutch his arm to keep from falling. Her heartbeat pounded as though trying to keep up with the blood racing through her veins.
A hot, demanding, achiness swept over her. She needed this man and at the moment didn’t think she could live without him. Nor did she want to try.

With a low cry, he placed his large hands under her jaw and deepened the kiss, sending a series of quickenings into her stomach similar to the ones she felt when Gracie curled in her womb. Maybe these stirrings signaled life much in the same way her baby’s movements did to let her know she was alive and couldn’t wait to be born.

Maybe she was being reborn.

Maybe she could forget the past and start fresh.

Maybe this was what she’d waited so long for.

As she leaned into him and gripped Houston’s vest, pleasure like she’d never felt swirled inside her. She clung to him afraid if she let go, he’d vanish and she’d discover it was a dream.

Could this be tiny stirrings of love?

Lara suddenly pushed away. No it wasn’t love because that didn’t exist. Not for her. It was too dangerous to believe in love. To believe she had anything to give any man.

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Monday, April 24, 2017

A PIECE OF MY HEART

With: Sharon Sala 

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A PIECE OF MY HEART

She’s never had a home 

Growing up in a troubled foster home, Mercy Dane knew she could never rely on anyone but herself. She’s used to giving her all to people who don’t give her a second glance, so when she races to Blessings, Georgia, to save the life of an accident victim, she’s flabbergasted when the grateful town opens its arms to her. She never dreamed she’d ever find family or friends—or a man who looks at her as if she hung the stars.

Until she finds peace in his arms 

Police Chief Lon Pittman is getting restless living in sleepy little Blessings. But the day Mercy Dane roars into his life on the back of a motorcycle, practically daring him to pull her over, he’s lost. There’s something about Mercy’s tough-yet-vulnerable spirit that calls to Lon, and he will do anything in his power to make her realize that home isn’t just where the heart is—home is where their heart is.

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Excerpt:
From childhood, Mercy Dane viewed Christmas Eve in Savannah, Georgia, like something out of a fairy tale. The old, elegant mansions were always lit from within and decorated with great swags of greenery hanging above the doorways and porch railings like thick green icing on snowy white cakes.
The shops decked out in similar holiday style were as charming as the sweet southern women who worked within. Each shop boasted fragrant evergreens, plush red velvet bows, and flickering lights mimicking the stars in the night sky above the city.
And even though Mercy had grown up on the hard side of town with lights far less grand, the lights in her world burned with true southern perseverance. Now that she was no longer a child, the beauty of the holiday was something other people celebrated, and on this cold Christmas Eve, she no longer believed in fairy tales. So far, the chapters of her life consisted of a series of foster families until she aged out of the system, and one magic Christmas Eve with a man she never saw again. The only lights in her world now were the lights where she worked at the Road Warrior Bar.
The yellow neon sign over the bar was partially broken. The R in Road was missing its leg, making the word look like Toad. But the patrons who frequented this bar didn’t care about the name. They came for the company and a drink or two to dull the disappointment of a lifetime of regrets.
Carson Beal, who went by the name of Moose, owned the bar. He’d been meaning to get the R fixed for years, but intention was worth nothing without the action, and Moose had yet to act upon the thought.
Outside, the blinking neon light beckoned, calling the lonely and the thirsty into the bar where the beer was cold and the gumbo and rice Moose served was hot with spice and fire.
Moose often took advantage of Mercy’s talent for baking after she’d once brought cupcakes for Moose and the employees to snack on. After that, she’d bring in some of whatever she’d made at home. On occasion Moose would ask her to bake him something special. It was always good to have a little extra money, so she willingly obliged.
This Christmas Eve, Moose had ordered an assortment of Christmas cookies for the bar. When Mercy came in to work carrying the box of baked goods, he was delighted. Now a large platter of cookies graced the north end of the bar.
The incongruity of “O Little Town of Bethlehem” playing in the background was only slightly less bizarre than the old tinsel Christmas tree hanging above the pool table like a molting chandelier.
Because of the holiday, only two of his four waitresses were on duty, Barb Hanson, a thirtysomething widow with purple hair, and Mercy Dane, the baker with a curvy body.
Mercy’s long, black hair was a stunning contrast to the red Christmas sweater she was wearing, and her willowy body and long, shapely legs looked even longer in her black jeans and boots. Her olive skin and dark hair gave her an exotic look, but being abandoned as a baby, and growing up in foster care, she had no knowledge of her heritage.
Barb of the purple hair wore red and green, a rather startling assortment of colors for a lady her age, and both women were wearing reindeer antler headbands with little bells. Between the bells and antlers, the music and cookies, and the Christmas tree hanging above the pool table, Moose had set a holiday mood.

Mercy had been working at the bar for over five years. Although she’d turned twenty-six just last week, her life, like this job, was going nowhere.
It was nearing midnight when a quick blast of cold air suddenly moved through the bar and made Mercy shiver. She didn’t have to look to know the ugly part of this job had just arrived.

“Damn, Moose, play some real music, why don’t ya?” Big Boy yelled as the door slammed shut behind him.
Moose glared at the big biker who’d entered his bar. “This is real music, Big Boy. Sit down somewhere and keep your opinions to yourself.”
The biker flipped Moose off, spat on the floor, and stomped through the room toward an empty table near the back, making sure to feel up Mercy’s backside in passing.
When Big Boy suddenly shoved his hand between her legs, she nearly dropped the tray of drinks she was carrying. She knew from experience that he was waiting for a reaction, so she chose to bear the insult without calling attention to it.
As soon as he was seated, Big Boy slapped the table and yelled at the barmaids. “One of you bitches bring me a beer!”
Moose glanced nervously at Mercy, aware that she’d become the target for most of Big Boy’s harassment.
Barb sailed past Mercy with a jingle in every step. “I’ve got his table,” she said.
“Thanks,” Mercy said, and delivered the drinks she was carrying. “Here you go, guys! Christmas Eve cheer and cookies from Moose!”
One trucker, a man named Pete, took a big bite out of the iced sugar cookie. “Mmm, this is good,” he said.
“Mercy made them,” Moose yelled.
Pete shook his head and took another bite. “You have a fine hand with baking. I’d ask you to marry me, darlin’, but my old lady would object.”
Mercy took the teasing with a grin. The men at this table were good men who always left nice tips. In fact, most of the patrons in the bar were men with no family or truckers who couldn’t get home for Christmas. Every now and then, a random woman would wander in to have a drink, but rarely lingered, except for Lorena Haysworth, the older woman sitting at the south end of the bar.
She’d been coming here since before Mercy was born, and in her younger days she and Moose had been lovers before slowly drifting apart. She’d come back into his life a few months ago and nightly claimed the seat at the end of the bar.
Barb took the first of what would be multiple beers to Big Boy’s table, along with a Christmas cookie and a bowl of stale pretzels, making sure to keep the table between them.
Big Boy lunged at her as if he was going to grab her, and when she turned around and ran, he leaned back and laughed.


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Thursday, April 20, 2017

Harlequin April Tour

With: Terri Reed, Brenda Novak, and Michelle Smart

Congratulations to "Lynn B.", the winner in the Harlequin Blog Tour giveaway. Thank you to all who participated!


GUARDIAN
by Terri Reed


When a fellow FBI agent is kidnapped and a protected witness vanishes, Leo Gallagher will stop at nothing to find them both. So when he discovers a link between the case and a single mother in Wyoming, Leo and his trusty K-9 partner rush to question Alicia Duncan. Could she be the key to locating the missing persons? Not if a killer has anything to say about it. Someone is determined to keep Alicia from talking, so Leo and his chocolate lab must keep her and her little boy safe on their family ranch. With danger lurking around every corner, Leo must work overtime to not lose another person who’s important to him.


TERRI REED is an award-winning, much published author. She discovered the wonderful world of fiction at an early age and declared she would one day write a book. Now she's fulfilling that dream by writing for Love Inspired. She is a member of Romance Writers of America and American Christian Fiction Writers. You can visit her online at terrireed.com.

FINDING OUR FOREVER
by New York Times and USA Today bestselling author
Brenda Novak

 
The search for her birth mother brought Cora Kelly to the New Horizons Boys Ranch. Getting a job there was easy enough, but confiding in Aiyana, the ranch's owner, that she's really her daughter? Cora's not sure she can do that, not unless she's confident the news will be welcomed. And once she gets to know Elijah Turner—Aiyana's adopted son and ranch manager—that decision becomes even more difficult.

Although Elijah can't deny his deep attraction to Cora, he's always struggled with trust. Anyone with his past would, and there's something about the ranch's newest employee that isn't exactly as it seems. But if the feelings she awakes in his guarded heart are any indication, she might be just what he's long been waiting for.


BRENDA NOVAK, a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, has penned more than 45 novels. A two-time Rita nominee, she's won The National Reader's Choice, The Bookseller's Best, The Bookbuyer's Best and many other awards. She runs an annual online auction for diabetes research every May at brendanovak.com. To date, she’s raised over $2 million.

ONCE A MORETTI WIFE
By Michelle Smart


The only desire billionaire Stefano Moretti has for his estranged wife, Anna, is revenge—she humiliatingly left him weeks ago. So when Anna returns to his life, with no memory of their tempestuous marriage, he’s certain fate has dealt him a winning hand.

Stefano’s plan is twofold: a private seduction that will reawaken Anna to their red-hot attraction, followed by a public humiliation to match the one she landed on him. Until Stefano realizes there’s something he wants even more than vengeance—Anna, back in his bed, for good!

MICHELLE SMART, is a Publishers Weekly bestselling author with a slight-to-severe coffee addiction. A book worm since birth, Michelle can usually be found hiding behind a paperback, or if it's an author she really loves, a hardback. Michelle lives in rural Northamptonshire in England with her husband and two young Smarties. When not reading or pretending to do the housework, she loves nothing more than creating worlds of her own. Preferably with lots of coffee on tap. Visit her at michellesmart.co.uk.

Giveaway:
One lucky person leaving a comment or email entry will win all three of these books!


Giveaway ends 11:59pm EST April 22nd. Please supply your email in the post. You may use spaces or full text for security. (ex. jsmith at gmail dot com) If you do not wish to supply your email, or have trouble posting, please email maureen@JustContemporaryRomance.com with a subject title of JCR GIVEAWAY to be entered in the current giveaway. 

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