Tuesday, March 31, 2020

Cowboy For Hire

Giveaway of a $10 gift card!

Thanks so much for having me here today!
I’m so thrilled to be able to introduce you to my characters, Cade and Sarah. One of my favorite things about romance is that there is always a happily ever after. These two characters were so real to me and they had both been through hard times, so it was so satisfying for me to give them their happily-after-after. Here’s a little more about the book:
When a shy woman inherits a ranch, she’ll have to find an inner strength to succeed—and open herself up to love—in this heartwarming novel from New York Times bestselling author Victoria James.
Sarah Turner has led a very sheltered life. So when her parents pass away tragically, suddenly she’s left in charge of the family ranch with little know-how but plenty of will to keep it afloat. Determined not to lose her parents’ legacy or her newfound independence, she needs a hero fast—not to save her, but to show her how to save herself. But she’s unprepared for the ruggedly handsome cowboy who answers her ad.
“Cowboy for Hire,” the ad said, and Cade Walker is quick to respond. Betrayed as ranch manager by his former boss, he’s looking for a new place to put down roots—without the pressure to prove himself again. Except when he meets his new boss, it’s clear he’s not only there to run a ranch but to also teach Miss Independent how to run it. But as they struggle to make the ranch flourish, they’ll both need courage if they hope to find a family...together.

“I don’t want to go home,” she said as the turnoff in the direction of the ranch came into focus.
Her hand clutched his shoulder, and he was shocked because they didn’t usually touch. Or, as little as possible, anyway. The feel of her hand on him reminded him of why he shouldn’t put himself in positions where it was just the two of them. It would only fuel the attraction he felt for her, especially with these conversations that told him more and more about her.
“Don’t take me home. I don’t want to go back,” she said, her voice whisper-thin, her eyes glued to the road.
Cade gripped the steering wheel tightly, and she dropped her hand. Hell. He kept telling himself he couldn’t get involved with Sarah, but the more time he spent with her, the more he wanted to know her. “Why don’t you want to go back home?”
“I’ve never been anywhere or done anything in the last fifteen years. I haven’t lived. All those people at that party had real lives. I’m the same age, and I felt like an outsider tonight. I didn’t know what to say, what to do. I was more comfortable on the sidelines. I... Don’t drive me home. Take me anywhere but there. Please, Cade.”
He clenched his teeth and knew he couldn’t take her home. It couldn’t be him to take her back there. Things he’d suspected about her, all those pieces were coming together. Her desperation clung to her words like fresh dew on the grass at dawn. “Okay. So where are we going?”
She turned to him and gave him a smile as though she’d just won the lottery. Her green eyes sparkled, and damn if her happiness didn’t punch him in the gut.

Victoria is giving away a digital copy of the first book in the Wishing River series, The Trouble with Cowboys, plus a $10 Amazon Gift Card to one lucky reader leaving a comment or email entry!

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Thursday, March 26, 2020

Love Under Protection

Congratulations to "Ami", the winner in Aubree's giveaway. Please contact JUST CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE to claim your prize!

I am so excited to share Love Under Protection with everyone! Harley and Raylynn were a lot of fun to write! There are a lot of sweet and some sassy moments too. Their meeting was full of sparks, not to mention a tiny little plot twist. And did I mention that Harley is a hot NYPD Officer? I hope you enjoy this next installment in the 425 Madison Series!


When Harley and Raylynn find themselves the “bests” at their best friend’s tropical destination wedding, they learn to navigate the week after a night of unbridled passion. Quickly, their vacation fling leads to the chaos of real life. Can these lovebirds handle going from fling to forever? Readers will devour this fling romance from Aubree Valentine. The 425 Madison series is back with season two and LOVE UNDER PROTECTION is now live!

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My best friend asked me to be his best man at his destination wedding.

With a demanding and stressful job with NYPD life for me was all work and no play, but a week-long trip to Hawaii to celebrate Jameson's nuptials sounds like the perfect excuse to get away.

Leaving work behind wasn't as easy as I thought it would be, though.

That was until she walked up to me at the bar.

After a night of unbridled passion, I discover...she’s the maid of honor in Jameson’s wedding.

My best friend asked me to be her maid of honor at her destination wedding.

After finding my now ex-fiance in a compromising position, escaping to Hawaii is the perfect excuse to find myself again.

With nothing to lose, I approach the hottest guy in that bar and take a chance on getting my own groove back.

There's just one hiccup...he's actually the best man in Liv's wedding.

It was only supposed to be a fling, but when returning home leads to chaos and one relocation to New York, can these two love birds go from fling to forever? Time will tell.

Afterall...425 Madison is the perfect place to fall in love.

About Aubree

Aubree Valentine is a wife, mom and avid reader. Her love of books goes far behind weaving her own stories to tell. She realized her dream of becoming a published author by the time she was in high school and knew she'd stop at nothing to make that happen.

When she's not writing, she can be found chasing after her twins or her dogs, curled up with a good book or still working with some of her favorite authors.

$5 Amazon gc + ebook copy of Love Under Construction by Aubree Valentine (425 Madison #6)

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.

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Wednesday, March 25, 2020

Perfect Distraction

Congratulations to "Kim", the winner in Allison's giveaway. Please contact JUST CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE to claim your prize!

Hello to my fellow contemporary romance readers! Yes, I’m one of you—I read contemporary romance (still do) long before I wrote them. I’m still a little in shock that I’m publishing my first novel, if I’m being honest!

I’m an oncology pharmacist by day, and while I love my job I find I desperately need an escape into a happy world of flirting and happiness every once in a while. The heroine of Perfect Distraction holds the same job as I do, so I didn’t journey far from my routine when I wrote this story.

But we do have one major difference: I’ve never fallen for a patient.

Here’s an excerpt to give you a little taste:

Anticipation spread through her as she checked the board and went to the room he was in. She knocked on the door before entering, as she did every time she went to see a patient, and walked in.

Andrew was alone.

Lauren closed the door behind her and walked forward two steps, then stopped.

The expression on Andrew’s face was unlike anything she’d ever seen. His eyes trailed down her body and back up, slowly.


Andrew shook his head as if to clear his vision. “You’re wearing scrubs.”

She fidgeted. “So?”

“I’ve never seen you in scrubs before.”

“I woke up late,” she said defensively, her eyebrows furrowing slightly when Andrew stood up. She loved how tall he was. “Someone kept me up late texting, and I didn’t have time to—”

“Let me stop you right there,” Andrew interrupted. “What I should have led with is how hot you look in scrubs.”

Lauren’s cheeks warmed. “Oh.” She backed up a step as he closed in on her. “Andrew, what are you doing?”

His hands came up to rest on her waist. He looked down at her. “I don’t know,” he said quietly. “I’m so glad it was you. I took a chance. I’ve missed you. How do you feel?”

“Great,” she whispered. She needed to stop this. Move away from him, away from his hands and his scent and his intense eyes. But it was hard to breathe now that his thumbs were sliding up and down along her hips. “Andrew...” she whispered. Her heart rate sped up and her breath joined the race. “I can’t...we can’t. I’m at work. If someone saw us like this...” Speaking the words aloud restored some of her willpower, and she gently slid his hands away from her body. The loss of the warmth of his fingers almost made her want to cry.

Andrew dropped his hands to his sides, then lifted one closed fist to his mouth. He shook his head slowly. “But... the scrubs...”

Lauren laughed a little. “What’s the deal? You have a fetish or something?”

Andrew swallowed. “I had it bad for Isabel Stephens.”

“From Grey’s Anatomy?”

“I binge-watched it a few summers ago. Couldn’t get over how hot she looked in those blue scrubs...with that drawstring that’s so easy to tug loose...and I don’t know how it’s possible, but you look ten times sexier than she ever did.” Andrew’s eyelids lowered slightly, and his free hand inched toward her waist.

“Andrew, you’re not taking my pants off!”

He jerked his hand away, and his eyes widened. “Shit, I’m sorry. You’d better go.” He moved back a step. “And don’t wear those around me again, unless we’re not here.”

A tingle shot down her spine, and the temperature in the room seemed to increase by ten degrees. Andrew’s gaze was hot on hers, and his nostrils flared slightly with his heavy breathing. Suddenly he was right in front of her again. He softly touched her face, sliding his fingers across her cheek.

“Just a quick kiss,” he said. “Then you can get back to work.”

“That’s not a good idea.” Still, she leaned closer.

“I know. But I can’t...”

Lauren’s protest died on her lips, because suddenly his were pressed against them, causing the most wonderful friction and sending her stomach into a free fall.

The door opened.

Lauren pushed Andrew back at the same time he lurched away from her.

Kiara froze with the door partially open.

It looked bad. Even if Kiara hadn’t seen the actual kiss—and that was a big IF—the scene now was just as bad. Lauren’s back was against the wall, her cheeks flushed and her hands shaking. Andrew stood awkwardly in the middle of the room looking like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

“I—” Andrew began.

“I’ll come back,” Kiara interrupted. With a purse of her lips and a disapproving glance at Lauren, she shut the door.


Lauren Taylor isn’t thinking about love, especially not with the impossibly attractive man she accidentally spilled coffee all over. He’s out of her league and she’s focused on finishing her oncology pharmacy residency. She’s sworn off men who are too handsome for their own good, anyway.
Andrew Bishop can’t stop thinking about the gorgeous redhead who crashed into him and then disappeared, even though he should have way more on his mind – like dealing with his Hodgkin Lymphoma diagnosis and finishing out his last year in law school. When Andrew and Lauren run into each other at the cancer center where she’s working and he’s being treated, they try to keep it professional. They can be friends, and nothing more.
But sometimes life has other plans…
Allison will be giving away a signed copy of PERFECT DISTRACTION to one lucky person leaving a comment or email entry. 

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Tuesday, March 24, 2020

Not According to Plan

Congratulations to "Lynne", the winner in A.M.'s giveaway. Please contact JUST CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE to claim your prize!

For one night of Jade’s life, she dared to do something reckless.

Her birthday. A bar. Karaoke. And a man so hot he could melt the sun.

Sparks flew. Lust took over. For one night of her life, she felt alive.

Then she was back to her "boring" life.

Career-driven. Goal-oriented. Always planning ahead.

But nothing could have prepared her for the positive pregnancy test.

They weren't that reckless.

There goes Jade’s "boring" life.

And what happens when she tells the father?

Copyright © 2020 by A.M. Madden.

When a firm hand clamped my shoulder, I realized Nate had plopped down on the stool beside me. “What the hell are you doing here? Why aren’t you home in your fortress, avoiding people who like having fun?” 

“Shut it. I needed a drink.” 

“In here?” he asked, an amused smirk on his face. “You despise this place when there’s a game on.” 

“Yeah, well, temporary insanity.” 

“So, what’s going on with you?” 

“Isn’t that a loaded question?” I quipped without thinking. 

“You okay?” he quickly asked.

“Long story.”

At that moment, Brad came back, slinging a dishtowel over his shoulder. Typically, the females in the vicinity began giggling and whispering at seeing identical triplets in one location. Ignoring it, Brad said, “Did you tell him?” 

“Not yet.”

“Tell me what?”

I held Nate’s gaze, but the words caught in my throat. 

Brad took my silence as an opportunity to blurt out, “We’re going to be uncles.” Nate’s expression mirrored Brad’s from when I told him, and it had nothing to do with our likenesses. “Jade is pregnant.”

“Say what?” Nate said. When Nate then said, “Who is Jade?”

“Someone I met.”
“How did you meet?”

The grin on Brad’s face caused a scowl on mine. “Jade is the beauty I rigged him to meet at my bar on Kismet Karaoke Night. He needed to get laid, dude.” 

“So, this is actually your fault?” Nate accused with an eye roll and sigh before turning back to me. “And you slept with her that night?” 

“Yeah,” I said like a child being scolded. Predictably, my brother, always the counselor, listened intently as I explained the chain of events that led to where Jade and I were now. Once done, his silence continued to stretch. “Say something,” I prodded. 

“How well do you know this woman?” The question should have irritated me, but I couldn’t blame him for playing devil’s advocate. 

“Well enough,” I said, knowing it was a weak explanation. 

“Great answer,” he grumbled, shaking his head. “I leave you two for a few weeks and all hell breaks loose. I’d expect this from him,” he accused, thrusting a thumb at Brad. “Not from you.”

Brad instantly flipped him the bird. “Hey, I have a stupid question,” he said. “Did you use condoms?” 

“Of course, I did.”

“Gold Shields?”

“Yeah. What’s your point?”

“Dude, there was a massive recall on them. It was all over the news.”

My gaze flicked to Nate. “Is he kidding?”

“Afraid not. You didn’t know?”

“What the heck? Cars get recalled, not condoms. Don’t they realize they’re playing with people’s lives?” 

“Yeah. Thus, the recall,” Brad offered with a chuckle. “Obviously, you don’t have sex enough to keep on top of these things.”

One signed paperback copy of Not According to Plan to one lucky person leaving a comment or email entry. (US only)

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Monday, March 23, 2020

Ruling The Princess

Sir Theo Holst hates the royal family of Moncriano. So he’s thrilled with his assignment to cut off the purse strings of the royally spoiled Princess Genevieve. He’s waited fifteen years to get revenge on her for ruining his life. Now? He plans to enjoy the sad look on her face every time he tells her she can’t buy something expensive and frivolous. Her beautiful, arresting face that he just can’t get out of his mind…

And that’s just where my funny, sexy romance Ruling The Princess starts… Read on for a peek at the first meeting between Theo and a very pissed off princess!

Taking two steps inside, the bodyguard scanned the office. File cabinets, a coatrack and a bookcase meant there wasn’t any place to so much as hang his dartboard w/the princess’s photo. “Just taking a look around, sir.” Then he murmured into his cuff, “All clear.”
Jesus. This wasn’t a scare tactic.
This was an honest-to-God protection sweep because a freaking Villani was about to darken his door.
The bodyguard stepped out, and a…vision stepped in. An angel. One of the most beautiful women in the world, who was twenty times more breathtaking in person than spilled across social media.
Princess Genevieve had an adorably small nose, nestled between those stunning violet eyes. The perfect bow of her lips was painted a deep pink. The color her lips no doubt turned after being kissed for an hour…
Pale blonde hair cascaded over her shoulder in gentle waves like a god damned Botticelli goddess. A wide ruffle fluffed over her breasts, fluttering with every breath. The satin sash tied in a bow highlighted her narrow waist. The off-white skirt clung to her curves, and the green sandals drew his eyes to her toned calves and pink-painted toes.
For years, Theo had loathed her and everything she stood for.
But for almost that entire time, he’d also recognized her as beautiful.
Hell, f**kable.
As lovely as the morning dew glistening on the petals of a peach rose. As pure as a mountain stream. As exquisite as a Rossini aria.
Theo wanted the princess.
He hated that desire. But hating it didn’t mean he could deny it.
A slight pursing of her lips indicated annoyance at his long silence and lack of visible reaction to her entrance.
Score one for Theo.
In a tone as icy as the top of the Matterhorn in January, the princess asked. “Sir Theo Holst?”
That was a shocker. Did she actually not remember him? Or was it merely a power play?
He nodded once. Not in deference, but in acknowledgment. “That’s me. But as you can see, I’m in conference with a colleague.” Theo indicated Simon with an open hand. “Feel free to go back down the hall two doors and request an appointment with my assistant.”
He’d rack up three points for the snub sharp enough to make Simon choke. Sharp enough to send her wobbling on those spiked sandals back half a step.
For a second, Theo thought she’d lose it. Just unleash a thread of pique and entitlement, led by the classic ‘do you know who I am’. It was what he expected.
Two points to the princess, however, for doing the unexpected. Because she sashayed forward with a natural grace that swished her hips side to side like a hula dancer.
“Well, you’ve disrupted my day, so I’m just returning the favor.”
Well done, he had to admit. But Theo didn’t roll over that easily. Not for anyone and especially not for royalty.
Theo shifted forward in his seat. “I’m going to skip the obvious ‘two wrongs don’t make a right’, because I did nothing wrong. Nobody pried you from your starter-throne to come down here. In fact, I was crystal clear in my memo about the lack of necessity to our meeting in person.”
“Almost as clear as I was in my directive that you join me at Alcarsa Palace,” she rejoined crisply. “Which you ignored.”
“I didn’t ignore it. I filed away the fact that you believe you can summon people. But since I’m not a toy poodle, I’m not trained to jump at the snap of a finger.”
“Dogs at least show respect.”
“Dogs also lick their own asses.” Yeah, that one probably had him balancing on the rudeness line, if not stepping over it. Theo wouldn’t talk to any other woman in the world like that if they’d just met.
Except, they hadn’t just met. The princess not bothering to remember him was simply more salt in the wound. And thus, pushed him to be a borderline asshole.
Recognizing it didn’t mean Theo regretted a single word, though.


I’m thrilled that my first trip back to my homeland, after years in exile, is for an assignment from the prime minister. Even better, the job's to put Princess Genevieve in her place...by cutting off her cash flow. Spoiled royals—even drop-dead gorgeous ones—don't do anything to deserve their wealth and status. Hell, they don't do anything. She's fighting me tooth and nail, of course. The only way to stop her arguing is, well, to kiss her.

And I can't seem to stay away from her. Now I see a whole different side to the princess—and not just because I've gotten her clothes off. But I was put on this assignment for a reason… Those outside the castle want to see the Princess discredited and push their own agenda, and I may have just given them all the ammunition they need.

Sunday, March 22, 2020

A First Time for Everything

I’m so excited to be introducing my new book, A First Time for Everything. I love all my characters, but Casey and Hannah are especially close to my heart. I began working on their story after thinking about my own virginal college years and the fear that kept me from getting closer to guys I liked. I wanted to write a book about a girl who goes through all that, and I wanted to give her what I dreamed of back then—a sexy tutor to show her everything she’s been missing.
But of course, I didn’t stop at that. Because what Hannah really wants is love, and Casey’s just the guy to give her that, too.

Here’s a little taste of Hannah and Casey together:
Casey turns his desk chair toward me and sits down, his hands clasped loosely on his lap, legs outstretched. “How’d the date go?”
“The date?” I repeat stupidly. I didn’t expect questions. “Um, it was nice.”
“Just nice?” he asks, looking amused, but also keenly interested.
“It was pretty low key.”
“Did you kiss him?”
He’s so close, all I can think about is what he and I did Sunday night. “We made out for a while on his bed.”
His expression undergoes a subtle change, the laughter in his eyes changing to something more serious, his jaw hardening.
I seem to have become a student of Casey’s face.
“So how was it?” he asks, his voice rougher now.
Is he angry, turned on, jealous? I hesitate, unsure how much to tell him. But as usual, the plain old truth spills out of me.
“It was okay. I mean, it was nice, but it didn’t get me all worked up or anything.” I hesitate, not quite looking at him. “I think he liked it more than I did.”
“Not like it is with us,” he says, watching me.
He slides off the chair and kneels in front of me, pushing my knees open to get closer. My skirt rides up my thighs and his hands follow it up as his hips press into me. When he kisses me, it’s not light and teasing. He’s not trying to teach me.
He’s kissing me like he needs it.
His mouth closes over mine, urging me open. His tongue strokes inside, hungry and demanding, and as hot as our first kiss was, somehow this is even better. Maybe because there’s no fear obscuring my senses. I feel everything—Casey’s warm skin and firm muscles under my hands as I slide them under the hem of his shirt, the hitch in his breath.
His desire ratchets mine up even more, and I kiss him back with everything I have, licking into his mouth, kissing his jaw and his neck. I’m going on instinct now, doing what feels good, what my driving pulse demands. There’s no space in my thoughts for wondering if I’m doing it right or where I should put my hands.
Having his incredible body pressed to mine, strung tight with excitement that I generated, makes me crazy. I feel how hard he is through his jeans, and when his hands move to my hips, pressing me to him, the connection between kissing and sex turns explicit.
This isn’t just kissing, this is foreplay. And it doesn’t feel like a lesson, it feels like the real thing.

Hannah Bloom arrives on campus for her senior year of college a new woman. No more mortifying acne—though she still bears the scars—and no more trying to be invisible. She has two goals: get into med school and have sex before graduation. But getting into med school may prove easier than having sex, because Hannah has a secret—she’s never even been kissed.
What she needs is a tutor who’ll give her lessons in all the things she’s missed out on, and Casey Grant is the perfect candidate. Her dorm’s resident player, he’s not only the hottest guy she’s ever seen, he already knows her secret.
The only trouble is, nothing goes according to plan. Their lessons don’t feel like lessons, they feel like the real thing. She tries to date other guys, but nothing can compare with what she has with Casey. If she’s not careful she’ll fall for him just like every other girl on campus—and have her heart broken like them, too.


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