Monday, February 17, 2020

All Geek To Me

With: Allie York

Giveaway of a $5 gift card!

Welcome to Words for Nerds, the best comic book shop in the south, and the next series from Allie York! Noralee was the ultimate nerd, she owned a comic book shop to prove it and Wyatt’s life couldn’t be more hectic with being a cop and father. Does Wyatt have what it takes to be Noralee’s real-life superhero? Fans of Teagan Hunter's Texting series will nerd out for this single dad, hot and fun romantic comedy.

I, Noralee Reynolds, lead the ultimate nerd life. I own a comic shop, have a great group of geeky friends to work with and wear a different cosplay every day. Since inheriting the family business I’ve had no time for a personal life of my own. Even if hosting a speed dating event makes me wish otherwise.

I, Wyatt Collins, lead a hectic life. As a single dad, I've only got time for two things - raising my son and being a cop. I wasn't looking to cuff myself to anyone. Then I crossed paths with a nerdy comic shop owner who made me think twice.

Things are great until a little self-doubt has Noralee wanting to run away.

Can Wyatt convince her that he can be her real-life superhero?

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Author Info
Allie is a mom and dog groomer by day. At night she is posted at her laptop writing or reading in a cozy corner. She has a soft spot for gooey romance, over-creamed coffee, and anything cute and furry.

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Thursday, February 13, 2020

His Last Ride

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Being part of the second season of the 425 Madison Series has been an honor. It is the first time I’ve been part of a project like this and it has been such a great experience! In ‘His Last Ride’ we are introduced to Cody and Payton as they rekindle an old friendship on their way to being so much more. I’m excited for readers to get their hands on it because it is something outside my comfort zone in terms of writing city life while incorporating the small-town life I am known for. Plus, who doesn’t love the idea of a retired bull rider and a vet tech finding love?


From small towns to the big city, Payton and Cody are not the same people they once were. They will need to decide if what is between them is worth fighting for. Can a childhood friendship become so much more? Readers will want to saddle-up with this childhood friends romance from Marcie Shumway. The 425 Madison series is back with season two and HIS LAST RIDE is now live!

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She was my childhood friend. The one person outside of my family that I could always count on.
Fate drew us apart, but when my life was turned upside down, it brought us back together.

And, much like when we were kids, she made it right again.
Payton had a way of soothing more than just the wounds that were skin deep.
There’s one small problem, I’m not sure that I want to be just her friend anymore.


He was my childhood friend. The one who always accepted me for me.
For years, I didn’t realize my life was missing anything and, then Cody came back into it.
Just like when we were kids, he brought all the pieces back together. He made me feel things
I didn’t know I could feel. How can I be his friend when I want so much more?

I won’t be his buckle bunny.
Adjusting to very different lives, Cody and Payton need to decide if what is between them is worth fighting for. From small towns to the big city, they’re not the same people they once were.

Can a childhood friendship become so much more?
Only time will tell.

After all, 425 Madison is the perfect place to fall in love!

Author Info
Marcie Shumway is a small-town girl, born and raised in Maine. She resides with her high school sweetheart on a family-owned farm just miles from where she grew up. Her hubby and their four furbabies are her first loves, but they are followed closely by her writing, apple pie, and chocolate.

Marcie started writing short stories in middle school for her classmates to enjoy. They were always love stories with happy endings and spurred her dream of being a published author. Chasing that dream as an adult, she continues to write stories for her readers to love. An avid reader herself, Marcie thrives on the books of her favorite authors and when not writing, can be found curled up in her favorite spot with a good book in hand.

About the 425 Madison Series
Welcome to 425 Madison Ave the perfect place to fall in love. Nine delicious romances set in fast-paced & sexy NYC just waiting for you to read.

This season will feature some new authors as well as some of season one's favs. Back for season two is Allie York, Leigh Lennon, MK Moore, Aubree Valentine, Lauren Helms, and Katy Ames. Plus a warm welcome to KC Enders, and Marcie Shumway!

Not only do we have a sexy mix of new and returning authors, prepare for pages packed with new romances, characters, and tropes all from the same well-loved high-rise apartment building in NYC.

Make sure to follow the 425 Madison Avenue Facebook page for more on release dates, cover reveals and author spotlights. For exclusive excerpts, giveaways, and news subscribe to our 425 Madison newsletter!

Get caught up on the first season today! You can read all nine books for FREE with Kindle Unlimited ➝

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Wednesday, February 12, 2020

Keep me Wanting

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Keep me Wanting is all about taking chances, following your heart and fighting for what you believe in. Liam wants Maggie, even though he thinks he’s the wrong kind of guy for her. But how can he deny her when she makes it so damn hard to stay away?

“You must think this whole situation is really weird.” I put my glass down. “I mean the whole thing with me using your name with my mom and making her think you’re my boyfriend.” I wave my hand around. “I don’t usually do this.” I wince. “I mean, I don’t usually ask random men to pretend to be my boyfriend. Ever, actually.”                                     
“You don’t?” He cocks an eyebrow, and I can’t tell if he’s joking or not.                                       
Heat rises to my cheeks. “I didn’t know what to do. My mom—”                                       
His lips quirk again, and I realize that’s his version of a smile. “I get it, moms can be demanding.” He shrugs. “Sure, it caught me off guard at first. But I guess people do this kind of thing every day.”                         
I widen my eyes. “You think people ask other people to be a fake partner often?”                          
He hands me the plate, moving to close the distance between us. “No,” he says, his voice gruff, his eyes locked on mine.                                              
I put my wineglass down and lift a hand to accept the plate. My body is vibrating. He’s so close. I’m eye level with his neck, so I have to look up at him, and the dynamic of that makes me feel small, delicate almost. I like it.                                           
“I think people help one another out when they need it.”                                         
He reaches his hand out, like he’s about to put his hand on my waist, his eyes are locked on mine, and I feel this zing of chemistry that I’m sure he’s feeling, too. Until he blinks then drops his hand and takes a step back.                                   
“You did help me out.” I want him to touch me so badly. My body is shaking from all the pent-up lust. I put my plate on the table so I don’t drop it. “Thank you.” I bite my bottom lip. I feel giddy and reckless. I feel like I want to jump on this man and rub myself all over him.                               
Something flickers in his eyes. He nods, moves closer again, puts his hand on my jaw, cupping so that he can brush his thumb over my bottom lip, dislodging it from my teeth. “I like it when you do that.”                                         
I like it when you do that. His voice rolls down my spine. His body is so close, our chests brush as we breathe in one another’s scent. My pussy quivers. I’m soaking my panties something fierce. His nostrils flare, and he gets this look on his face that’s hard to read, like he’s holding himself back. Kiss me already!                                               
“Your stomach is growling.”                                     
I frown up at him. My eyesight is hazy, my brain fuzzy. “Hmmm?”                                    
“Let’s get some food into you. You’re obviously starving.”                                                 
I can hardly process what he’s saying. He takes a step back, and I lose that body heat of his. He wants food? How can he think of food at a time like this?
He motions to the stool next to the island where my plate is. “Go ahead, eat before it gets cold.”

“You want to eat?” I swear my brain has short-circuited. My nerves are buzzing, and I can’t make sense of how food could possibly compare to the possibility of that kiss or where that kiss could go.

He picks up a fork and offers me some tandoori. I open my mouth, letting him slide the food in. Oh hell yes, just the right balance of spicy heat that makes my whole mouth happy. It’s so good. My stomach yowls again, impatient for me to chew. When I open my eyes, he’s staring at me with an answering hunger in his eyes.

“You’re hungry. Eat.” He motions with his fork toward my plate. “Then we need to talk.”            

His tone is...blank. That’s the best word I’ve got for it. I chew quickly, because that doesn’t sound ominous at all.
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Angela Addams ( is an author of many naughty things. She believes that the written word is an amazing tool for crafting the most erotic of scenarios and tells stories about people getting down and dirty and falling in love.
She is an avid tattoo collector, a total book hoarder, and loves anything covered in chocolate…except for bugs.

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Tuesday, February 11, 2020

The Kiss List

With: Sonya Weiss

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I was working on a different story when the idea for an enemies to lovers book hit which is one of my favorite tropes to work on.

I figured I’d do what I always do when that happens and take a few minutes to jot down the main points of the story so I’d remember it later.

But as I started writing down these notes, the story unfolded so quickly. I could see the characters and their personalities in my mind, so I kept writing and it wasn’t long before the first draft of The Kiss List was done.


All Haley Bowman has ever wanted was her One True Love. But now, with her cousin getting married and Haley back in her small town, the pressure is on. Good thing she’s got a foolproof Kiss List, full of potential OTLs. Her parents knew they were soul mates at their first kiss, so surely Haley will know the same. All she needs to do is...well, kiss each of these guys…
Enter Max Gallagher: bane of Haley’s existence, her nemesis since childhood, and, unfortunately, as a local, her way in with all the guys on the Kiss List. Max wants nothing to do with love and certainly nothing to do with Haley, but he can clear the way for her to get to know the guys on the list. Of course, he wants something in return: to be made a partner in Haley’s family’s business. One kiss for relinquishing her hold-out vote on Max.

But the more time Max and Haley spend together, the clearer it is that there’s a paper-thin line between love and hate. Max will have to decide between the job he’s always dreamed of or the girl of his dreams before his fate is sealed with someone else’s kiss.

Chapter One

The sports bar was dimly lit, crowded, and it was hard to think—much less talk—over the din. Just the way Haley Bowman wanted it. She was tired of the stares, tired of the humiliation she’d endured since her breakup video had gone viral thanks to the celebrity news crew that had been stationed outside the venue at the Hollywood premiere.

Haley wanted to try to forget it—at least for tonight—enjoy the sports talk show, and hope, as the host had mentioned, that her beloved Pittsburgh Steelers would make it to the playoffs. Some thickly bearded guy swaddled in a puffy coat—you’d think it was the bitter cold of January instead of early November—started heckling the television.

He held his beer aloft and slurred, “The Patriots are gonna kick the Steelers to the curb. No doubt, no doubt.”

His arrogance reminded Haley of Max Gallagher, also a die-hard Patriots fan and her nemesis starting the day she’d first set foot inside the elementary school they’d both attended. The day before Valentine’s Day, he’d tugged on her ponytail, and when she’d whipped around in her seat to confront him, the momentum had spun her onto the floor. She’d skinned her knees and cried, and the room had filled up with laughter.

When Valentine’s Day arrived and she’d given everyone in the class a cute “Be My Valentine” card, she’d drawn him one on a torn, muddy piece of paper and said she didn’t want him to be her valentine.

Later, they’d run against each other in student elections (she won), were neck and neck for valedictorian (he snagged that one—probably by cheating), and competed for the same summer job (neither one got it). He’d always known what to say to push every single one of her buttons and always did so with a smirk.

She moved past the drunk and suddenly bumped into him: the very same bane of her existence. Her breath whooshed from her lungs as her stomach drew into a knot. If Max’s looks mirrored his personality, he’d be a slimy blobfish, but one of life’s many unfair deals was that Max was as hot as—no, hotter than—ever. Though she hated admitting that to herself and would die before admitting it to him.

His height forced her head back to look up at him. His brown hair was still thick and long enough to touch the bottom of his shirt collar. It looked as soft as it always had, even though there was nothing soft about the man himself. He either weight trained regularly or worked hard, and the muscles showing below his shirtsleeves attested to that.

They locked eyes, and his sometimes-blue, sometimes green ones regarded her with the same horror that was no doubt showing on her face. Of course, he’d probably heard she was back in town without knowing she’d made herself scarce on purpose.

Since returning three weeks ago, she’d stayed home as much as possible, trying to avoid people, hoping some of the video infamy would die down. Of all the people to avoid, Max was number one. To this day they still had an ongoing battle of one-upmanship, and she’d wanted some time to regroup before the first run-in.

She searched his handsome face with the slight five o’clock shadow and the strong jaw hidden beneath it and remembered the last words he’d said to her: that she was making a mistake by leaving town. Smug Max, always thinking he’s right.

The braggy drunk executed a goofy dance and lifted his beer high over his head. “The Patriots are gonna pour out a beating as sure as this.” He let out a whoop.

Haley watched, transfixed, as the man began to tip the mug.

Max grabbed her and swung her first one way, then another, and she ended up directly under the shower of beer. The cold brew drenched her hair, cascaded down her face, and soaked the sweater that had belonged to her late mother. She stood dripping, her mouth open. Then she snapped her lips together and glared at Max.

“You. Did. That. On. Purpose.”

He stared at her and then held his hands out like he was warding off an evil spirit. “No,” he snort-chuckled, “I swear. I was trying to get you out of the way. Someone bumped my

“I don’t believe you.”

The drunk shoved the center of Haley’s back, and she lurched forward. “Aww…honey, kiss and make up.”

“Hey!” Max scowled and started toward the guy, slipped on the spilled beer, and his arms windmilled. He tried to grab for the bar, grabbed Haley instead, and they went down in a tangle of limbs. She ended up straddling Max, her hands splayed on his chest, while cell phones sprang to life. The picture-snapping clicks rose to a crescendo. Several people recorded.

OMG. No! Not another video. “This is your fault, Max Gallagher!” She tried to scramble up, and her foot—and all her weight—pressed on a point high on his thigh. He sucked in a breath, let out a garbled word, grabbed her foot, and Haley fell backward onto her butt.

The seconds that followed were a chaotic mess. Max writhed on the floor, his face a mask of pain. Haley was lifted up by the bouncer, her arms pulled behind her back, and she was hauled out of the bar. The next thing she knew, she was at the police station and placed in the drunk tank with the door slamming shut behind her.

Arrested on a drunk and disorderly when she hadn’t touched a drop of alcohol. Charged with an assault she hadn’t committed. All because of Max Gallagher.

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Monday, February 10, 2020

Wild Nights

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The world of illusion is one that has always fascinated me. I have to wonder what it’s like to live your life always putting on a show.  I had the idea for the hero of Wild Nights first.  Nicholas Pine was a mix between Criss Angel and Penn & Teller.  Just really hot, doing tricks no one could figure out.

I knew that magic and illusion would play a part in the love story and since there would be the sexiness of a man who physically had to be able to escape from chains.  I started building the story from Nicholas.  If he was an illusionist and was always pretending then he had to be someone who always expected others to be lying to him.  Not in a malicious way, but just his inherent belief is that everyone isn’t showing him who they really are.

So Zelda had to be completely guileless on the surface.  He doubts that she really is everything she’s showing him he is and when a secret from her past surfaces, he struggles to remember the woman he fell in love and not feel betrayed.


Master illusionist Nicholas Pine has learned the hard way that nothing—and nobody—is what they seem. So when he runs into sexy antique shop owner, Zelda Quincy, he knows there’s more to her than meets the eye. Still, what he sees is very, very intriguing…and he can’t get her out of his head.
Zelda has spent her whole adult life running away from her family’s reputation. She’s changed her name and tried to move on. The last thing she wants is to return to the world she left behind, even with someone as hot as Nicholas by her side.
But after one hot night––she’s addicted––and so is he.
Too bad the skeletons in Zelda’s closet won’t stay hidden for long...

Here’s a snippet from the book:

Zelda Quincy couldn’t ignore the man dressed all in black. He was over six feet tall and wore a black suit that hugged his muscled thighs and a fitted shirt that made him look lean and a bit mysterious. He had black hair that was cropped close to his head and a strong jaw.
She figured he had to either be a thief, the competition, or a magician looking for something. And since her shop sold one-of-a-kind, antique magic props, she was betting on the latter.
She made sure the register was locked, then walked straight toward him. He glanced up at her, those pale blue eyes of his so light against his tanned skin and dark hair that she hesitated for a moment. But she wasn’t about to let him stand outside her shop again.

He was back. Again.

This was day three.

She should have put a stop to it yesterday, but he’d intrigued her. And doing the same thing twice could be a coincidence, right?

But three times... That was a pattern.

She opened the door and stepped out. Her shop was housed on the corner of a retail strip just outside Las Vegas. She got a lot of high-end customers—which was why she had opened her shop here. But she also got her fair share of oddballs, so it paid to be careful. Still, this guy didn’t look like a weirdo.

But her best friend, Molly, said that weird and sexy weren’t mutually exclusive.

She wondered what Molly would make of this guy.

She lifted her cell phone and snapped a picture of him. The image didn’t capture the magnetism he had in real life. Up close, his eyes were even brighter and bluer, his hair was longer on the top than at the sides, and she noticed that his shirt was unbuttoned, revealing a thick silver chain around his neck. He smelled like...well, not to be cheesy, he smelled crisp and clean, like the air after a rainstorm. And he was watching her carefully.

“I suggest you think twice about whatever it is you’re about to do here,” she said. “I have your photo, and I think... well, I think you should know I’m also a badass, so stealing from my shop isn’t going to be easy.”

“You think I’m a thief?” he asked.

His voice was low with a deep timbre like a bass guitar, surprising her. And though he hadn’t spoken loudly, there was a force to his words that made them echo in the back of her mind.

“Or a creeper.”


“Stalker... Dude, you’ve been standing in front of my shop for three days, and that’s straight-up odd.”

He gave a slight tip of his head, his mouth tightening. “Fair enough. I’m not here to harm you.”

“Then why are you here?” she asked, not dropping her guard for a second. There was an air of mystery about him, and he’d done nothing to dispel it. If anything, his voice had her even more intrigued.

“I was waiting for someone who stole something from me,” he said at last.

She crossed her arms over her chest. “What did they steal? And why would you be waiting outside my store?”

“Houdini’s water chamber. I read on your website that you would have one available this week,” he said.

The water chamber. She tried to ignore the shiver it sent down her spine. Houdini was big money in the antique magic business, which was why she’d purchased the item, among a number of other things. Normally, she listened to her gut and steered clear of anything involving water tricks. But she hadn’t been able to resist the lure of a big score.

“I will. I bought it on an auction site. I didn’t steal anything,” she said carefully.

“Who did you buy it from?” he asked.

“Elite Magic in London. I’m pretty sure they didn’t steal it from you, either,” she said.

He gave nothing away. She could tell he was very practiced at only showing her what he wanted her to see, and as much as she hated to admit it, she sort of admired that ability. She was an open book—anyone could tell what she was feeling. At one time, she’d known how to simply
smile and conceal her thoughts, but that girl had died on a hot July day.

“All I know is my cabinet is missing and you have one for sale. It sounds like more than a coincidence to me.”

“Sounds like you’re grasping at straws,” she said. “Seriously, if you’re not buying anything, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

“Would you at least let me look at the cabinet when it comes in?” he asked. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

“How?” she asked. Because she still wasn’t sure if he was shady or not. She’d never really liked men who gave nothing away. They reminded her too strongly of her father.

“Money,” he said. “Name your price.”

He snapped his fingers, and a business card appeared in them. He handed it to her.


A magician. She should have guessed it from his look, but she’d been away from that world for ages. The people who frequented her shop were hobbyists and amateurs. This guy was the real deal, and she hadn’t encountered someone like him in a very long time.

Both Zelda and Nicholas are surrounded by found family in this book. I’m blessed to have been born into a wonderful family and throughout my life have connected with many who I know consider found family.  What about you? I’m giving away an e-book of Wild Nights to one lucky commenter.

Tuesday, February 4, 2020


With: Barb Han

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After a polarized nation was broken by the threat of civil war, States have now become countries. And in New Maine, things have gotten worse.
Giving my family a better life is everything. And my selection to attend an elite prep school suddenly offers my family a dramatically different life—food on the table, a roof over their heads, and a fighting chance at a future.
Everything is going great until some of my friends begin ghosting me, and then disappear. Soon it becomes clear this “chance of a lifetime” isn’t the Holy Grail I was promised. And the attention from one of Easton’s elite has me questioning why a boy with a golden future wants to risk it by being seen with me.
But when I find out why I’m really at this school, I may have to trust him if I want to live.

About the author:
When not writing, Barb can be found exploring Manhattan, on a mountain either hiking or skiing depending on the season, or swimming in her own backyard. She is a USA TODAY, Publisher's Weekly, and Amazon Bestselling Author. Reviewers have called her books "heartfelt" and "exciting."

Barb lives in Texas—her true north—with her adventurous family, a poodle mix and a spunky rescue who is often referred to as a hot mess. She loves to connect with readers through her newsletter or on social.

Adalynn tugs me away from the crowd and then spins around to face me. To her credit, she’s not bothered by the grades anymore. She never holds mine against me. “Okay, don’t look, but he’s standing at two o’clock and staring right at you. This is like the gazillionth time this semester.”
“No way. He is not.” My heart trills in my chest anyway, and my cheeks burn with embarrassment. I risk a glance as he snaps the rubber band around his wrist. He’s done it before when he’s been nervous, but it happens so fast that I doubt anyone else ever notices. A flicker of emotion—uncertainty?—passes across his features before he regains his casual demeanor.
I blame test grades. I tug down the sleeve of my sweater, the last gift from my brother, over the burn mark covering my left forearm. No matter how hot the weather, I always wear long sleeves. The couple who sponsors me almost canceled their application when they saw my arm. I guess they thought it was some kind of deformity, but it’s just a burn. Like I said, people freak      out over the smallest imperfections.
This whole Sponsored program is new. I’m part of the initial group of five who started together freshman year. Our numbers have grown to fourteen. Thirteen, now that Lillian is gone.
“Oh, crap, he’s walking over here,” Adalynn says with huge blue eyes that look like a bug’s on steroids. “Told you he likes you.”
“Whatever you do, don’t leave me.” I turn to glance down the hall to see if she’s playing some kind of twisted joke. I swear I can feel my heart pounding in my throat when I see him      making a beeline in my direction. His eyes lock onto mine.
I might throw up.
His hair parts to one side, and it feathers effortlessly. His hair is a little longer than the school dress code allows, but his family has plenty of money to smooth over that little road bump. For most people, the prep school is strict. Not so much for Legacies. And especially not for Caius Fitch. He’s different.
If rich had a galaxy, his family would be a comet soaring far above it. But it’s more than that. He’s the only Legacy who ever smiles at me in the hallway. We had English together last year. He didn’t speak up much, but his answers were always thoughtful when he did, not like the others who were more interested in getting a laugh than in paying attention. I was a teacher’s assistant, and there were a few times he hung around after class like he was waiting to talk to me after I finished erasing the chalkboards and tidying up the room, but he never did.
He’s been early to pick up his younger sister for the past few weeks, and I’ve seen him in the halls of the dance building. If he’s coming this way, he must want something. Maybe he saw my grade and wants to hire me for tutoring. I get requests like that all the time.
I half expect him to duck into a hallway before he reaches me. He doesn’t. And now I panic. At least my friend is still here.
“Adal—” I stop mid-word. She’s gone.

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