Wednesday, November 14, 2018


With: LJ Evans

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Writing MY LIFE AS A MIXTAPE makes me feel like I’ve come full circle. Like this book journey I started on with MY LIFE AS A COUNTRY ALBUM, has come back to its roots not only because the characters from all the other books have peek-a-boos in this story, but also because Lonnie and Wynn’s story is primarily one of friendship and family. And that’s exactly what COUNTRY ALBUM was about. Just like COUNTRY, MIXTAPE shows how love is worth all the risks. All the chances. All the leaps of faith.

I can’t wait for people to read how Lonnie and Wynn find their new song together. I love that Lonnie always brings laughter to people’s lives just like my own hubby. I love that Wynn is a dichotomy of confidence and vulnerability, happiness and sadness, and hopes and fears. And I completely love the way Lonnie and Wynn both find everything they never thought they needed in each other.

Title:  My Life as a Mixtape
Author: LJ Evans
Release Date: November 13, 2018
Publisher: Self-published
Series: My Life as an Album #4
Genres: Contemporary Romance
Page Count: 410
Format: Print and digital
Print ISBN: B07HLRFZ26 
Digital ISBN: 978-1723958847

From award winning author, LJ Evans, comes the last story in the MY LIFE AS AN ALBUM SERIES, inspired by music and romance.

I came to Tennessee to help a friend.
And now, I’m stuck.
By the Southern charm,
By the sweet tea and
By a tall, red-headed "Strawberry Shortcake."

And when my world crumbles apart,
Wynn is there to help me pick up the pieces.
To show me the way.

My life was a huge disappointment.
My marriage,
My job,
Everything slipped away.

Coming home seemed like the final failure.
But then I meet him,
Lonnie Brennan, the sexy bass player,
Who adds laughter to my life.

And now, I realize that I can
Change my tune,
Sing a new song. 

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$10 Amazon gift card + the first three books in the My Life as an Album series. (My Life as a Country Album, My Life as a Pop Album, & My Life as a Rock Album)

About LJ Evans:
Award winning author, LJ Evans, lives in the California Central Valley with her husband, daughter, and the three terrors called cats. She's been writing, almost as a compulsion, since she was a little girl and will often pull the car over to write when a song lyric strikes her. While she currently spends her days teaching 1st grade in a local public school, she spends her free time reading and writing, as well as binge watching original shows like The Crown, Victoria, and Stranger Things.

If you ask her the one thing she won’t do, it’s pretty much anything that involves dirt—sports, gardening, or otherwise. But she loves to write about all of those things, and her first published heroine was pretty much involved with dirt on a daily basis. Which is exactly what LJ loves about fiction novels—the characters can be everything you’re not and still make their way into your heart.

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Monday, November 12, 2018


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

I’m so excited to finally share Luke’s story. This was a tough book for me to write. I put my hero and heroine through hell, breaking and rebuilding them so they could face their demons for the very first time. This story isn’t sugary sweet. It won’t give you the warm and fuzzies. But it could make you fall in love with two people who truly deserve a happy ending.

Feels Like Falling
Author: Elle Keating
Release Date: November 13, 2018
Publisher: Self-published
Series: Dangerous Love #5
Genres: Contemporary Romance

Luke McGinnis is the responsible, quiet older brother. The loving son who enjoys working side-by-side with his father at the winery they co-own. At twenty-nine years old, Luke is a success story, the rags-to-riches kind. That’s what people see. Not the ugly past he fights to keep buried... a past that keeps him from really living.

Peyton Matthews is a household name. As a model, her face has been on the covers of countless magazines and she now has more money than she will ever know what to do with. But that smile she flashes for the photographers and the media is just an illusion. That pretty package everyone envies has been her armor, her protection, and she doesn’t want anyone to find a chink in it... especially not the winery owner who looks at her like he knows the dark secrets she keeps.

***FEELS LIKE FALLING is a standalone in the Dangerous Love series.***

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Giveaway Info
$10 Amazon gift card + eBook copy of one for the other books in the Dangerous Love series.

About Elle Keating:
Elle Keating is the author of romance novels with sexy heroes and fierce females. Her first book, Thrill of the Chase (Dangerous Love, #1), was published by Forever Romance’s digital imprint, Forever Yours, in 2015. Cut to the Chase (Dangerous Love, #2) soon followed. Most recently, Elle self-published Wanting More (Dangerous Love, #3), Back to the Start (Dangerous Love, #4) and the standalone novel, Keeping His Commandments.

When Elle isn’t torturing her heroes and heroines (don’t worry, there’s always a happily ever after), she is a public school administrator and enjoys spending time with her husband and 3 children in New Jersey. For more on Elle and her books, visit

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Sunday, November 11, 2018

A Touch of Heaven

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A fun, flirty, sweet story filled with romance and character growth and a perfect happily ever after.”—CARLY PHILLIPSNew York Times bestselling author for I'll Be There

When little-known writer Taylor Scott is granted two weeks to interview a famous reclusive author, it’s the opportunity of a lifetime. So is the chance to rekindle her friendship with Mike Greene, who happens to be the author’s assistant. But as feelings deepen and time winds down, Taylor will have to choose between the story that could launch her career and an unexpected chance at love.

A Touch of Heaven

As Regan Amerson makes the emotional decision to sell their family home, her mother wins a home makeover from a reality TV show. Regan is furious, and jaded host Sawyer Bennett isn’t thrilled either. That is, until he meets Regan—and finds himself enamored by the fiercely independent beauty. She may want nothing to do with him, but Sawyer isn’t one to give up easily…

What People Are Saying about Samantha Chase:

“Encourages readers to sit down, put their feet up, and enjoy.”—Publishers Weekly for Until There Was Us
“Chase just gets better and better.”—Booklist
“Classic, thoughtful, and as lyrical as the stars.”—Kirkus Reviews for A Sky Full of Stars


“He’s a dude.”
“Yes, he is.”
“Yeah, that’s not gonna happen.”
Regan sighed. “Todd is capable of doing this.”
“Your mother said you were doing the massage,” Sawyer countered mildly.
“Well, since she hasn’t been here much, she wasn’t aware of my schedule. You need a deep tissue massage and Todd is capable of doing that for you. He has the best hands.”
Sawyer clenched his own into fists. “I do not want to be massaged by a guy, Regan,” Sawyer said, then looked directly at Todd. “No offense.”
“None taken,” Todd said, all six-plus feet of him. He turned to face his boss. “It’s your call, Rae.”
Rae? He has the best hands? What the hell is going on here? Is Regan involved with this guy? Sawyer’s mind was spinning. The thought of Regan being involved with another man had never even crossed his mind! He didn’t relish the thought of breaking up her and her boyfriend, but neither was he able to deny how much he wanted her. Crossing his arms over his chest, he stared Regan down. “Do you have another client right now?”
“Well, no,” she said sheepishly. “But I do have other things to do.”
“I can wait until you’re done,” he said, his lips twitching with a smile because he knew she
completely believed him. He would wait all day if he had to if it meant having her be the one to do the massage.
Regan looked from him to Todd and back again. “I’ve got this, Todd,” she said grudgingly. “Why don’t you get Mr. Bennett set up in room three, and I’ll be in shortly. Thanks.” She turned and walked away before Sawyer could see just how uncomfortable she was with this whole situation.
Back in her office, Regan took five minutes to get herself composed. She was a professional, she could do this. She’d massaged her fair share of men since she opened her business and this should be no big deal.
Only it was.
Because it was Sawyer.
Ever since she’d first met him, and especially since their kiss in the yard, Regan had dreamed of touching him. Of course, in her dreams it wasn’t in a professional manner; no, those dreams had them alone at her place—or anywhere she could have him—and they were wild for one another just as they’d been last week. Merely the thought of unleashing that kind of passion and have it not be in a public place sent tingles down her spine.
Then again, unleashing that passion in Sawyer anyplace was enough to send tingles down her spine.
With a sigh, mentally chanting the alphabet backward, Regan headed into spa room three and found Sawyer face down on the table with a blanket draped over his bottom half.
Now, that’s a damn shame, she thought and then realized she needed to get her professional shield back in place. She went through the questions she asked all her clients—was the temperature in the room okay? Did he want to use an aroma candle? Why was he here?
“I hurt my shoulder last month on a project and it’s been acting up again,” he said without looking at her. “It’s my right shoulder.” Regan nodded wordlessly and went to work.
It took less than a minute for her to realize she was in trouble.
He felt even better than she’d imagined, and as soon as she saw her hands on Sawyer’s back, all thoughts of professionalism went out the window. It was too easy to imagine her hands on him in a more intimate way, and when he let out a low growl, Regan had to scramble for a way to clear her mind. Unfortunately, her mind wouldn’t cooperate.
When she tried to think of her mother’s house, she saw the two of them kissing in the yard. When she tried to get angry at what he was doing at her mother’s house, she could hear his kind words as he whispered to her. She couldn’t remember the damn alphabet—backward or forward—to save her own life. How was she supposed to get through the next…fifty-five minutes! Had time simply stopped?
Staring at the clock, Regan worked on Sawyer’s shoulder until her fingers started to go numb, and that’s when she heard it. Her hands stilled for a moment before she went back to massaging him, and heard it again.
“No sex noises,” she hissed.
Sawyer raised his head and sleepily looked at her. “Excuse me?”
“You were just making sex noises. Stop that. It’s not allowed.”
He flashed her a wicked grin. “Regan, you have no idea what kind of noises I make during sex, but I’m glad to see where your mind is heading.”
She stepped away from the table and stared at him. “That is not where my mind is heading! I was working on your shoulder and you started…you know, moaning.”
“What can I say? You hit the sweet spot.”
“The sweet spot?” she croaked and prayed he wouldn’t raise himself up anymore. As it was he was braced on his elbows, so now she had a fine view of his chest and yes, it was mouthwateringly good.
Making a tsking sound, he shook his head. “Regan, certainly you are aware of sweet spots,” he said with a voice that melted over her like butter.
Oh, she was aware of them all right. As a matter of fact, he had several of hers tingling with just the sound of his voice. This is bad, she thought. Bad, bad, bad! “That’s neither here nor there—the fact is that if a massage seems to be getting a client…aroused, then we stop.”
“The only one who thinks I’m aroused is you,” he said sweetly and put his face back on the pillow. “But if it makes you feel better, I promise not to make a sound.”
Regan watched as he got back into position, cursing herself. She should never have agreed to this; it was totally unfair that he seemed unaffected by this while she was practically standing in a puddle of her own drool.
With a good mental scolding, she went back to the task. Fifteen minutes later, she needed him to roll over so she could work on the shoulder from the front, and then it was her turn to let out a small sound.
“Excuse me?” Sawyer asked, not opening his eyes. “What was that noise?”
“I don’t know… I don’t have any idea what you’re talking about,” Regan lied and went right to work on his shoulder, hoping to distract him.
“Now, I’m no expert in the noises you make during sex, but I’m pretty sure that sounded like a sex noise.”
Regan instantly removed her hands from him and stepped back. “I think we’re done here.”
Slowly, Sawyer sat up, looked at her and then at the clock. “I believe I still have another thirty minutes scheduled.”
“Well, if you want to use them, I’ll send Todd in to finish,” she said tartly. Why was this happening to her? She never made purring or sex noises outside of the bedroom. Why did it have to be here and now with Sawyer?
“Okay, okay,” he said, sensing her discomfort. “That was out of line and I’m sorry. I was just kidding with you. It was a little too quiet in here and I just thought I’d say something to break the tension. It was in poor taste and I’m sorry I offended you.”
“I just don’t think—”
“What you’re doing is really helping,” he said. “Please, Regan. I won’t utter another word until you’re done. Scout’s honor.” He held up his hand and gave her his most innocent smile.
Her lips twitched with the urge to smile back. “How do I know you were a Scout?”
“You can ask my dad; he’ll tell you. I went from Cub to Eagle, and he’ll be happy to share with you some of the adventures we had.” Remembering his promise to stop talking, he lay down and pretended to zip his lips.
And then Regan’s soft laugh was the only sound in the room.

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Saturday, November 10, 2018

Where it all Began.

Sometimes I start a book with a heroine or a theme or a cute hook, but the spark for, What Were You Thinking, Paige Taylor? came from an old building! I kept thinking about three wooden Victorian buildings and how much fun it would be to have three women all running different businesses and becoming firm friends along the way. The idea didn’t go any further until one day I was listening to the Sheila E song, The Belle of St. Mark and somehow it latched itself to my old buildings idea.

Once I had my premise it was so much fun to think about who owned the stores and how they could find a little happiness! In book one we meet Paige Taylor who has runaway from her old life in New York to run a bookstore in one of the three Victorian buildings, known by the locals as The Belles of St. Clair.

What Were You Thinking, Paige Taylor? 

After her carefully ordered world imploded, Paige Taylor cracks up. On her tenth self-help book, it seemed like a good idea at the time to reinvent herself—move from Manhattan to the tiny beachside town of St. Clair—and take over the local bookstore.
But instead of discovering her spiritual Nirvana, she’s neck-deep in a floundering business, the locals treat her like a plague victim, and her mom’s suddenly decided to visit—with no end in sight—and keeps coming home with one surprise after the next.
Added to that pot of crazy, the one guy who sets her pulse racing has sworn off women forever. He’s got a Samsonite filled with baggage, but damn he looks good hauling it down the street. And giving her those sexy half-smiles. And tempting her to take him for a test ride.

Soon Paige discovers that reinventing herself takes more than just a change of address and a pithy quote on Instagram. She needs to face the truth about her life, and that’s something she can’t do alone.


“Paige.” His low voice sent a ripple of something illicit through her body. It was the first time he’d said her name. She had a bad, bad feeling she’d be replaying it over and over again in her mind. A flash of indecision raced across his face before he fixed her with a steady gaze. “Do you really want to fit into this community?”
Stars spread out across the horizon and her skin prickled. She loved this place, she just wasn’t sure how to make it love her back.
An image of what would happen if she failed flashed across her mind. Back in New York working for another horrible boss, dating another Patrick. Or, worse, in Boston with a family who saw her only for what she could do for them.
 “I do.” She tried not to admire the way the moonlight and shadows danced across his face. “I just don’t know how. Sam has a ‘Born in St. Clair’ stamp on the back of her neck, and can bake like an angel, while Laney’s the happiest person in the world who gives flowers to everyone. Hell, I even caught her giving a bouquet to a dog the other day.”
That earned her a small smile, and he took a deep breath, as if in two minds about what he was going to say.
“Let me welcome you to the community patrol team. It’s a vital part of this town and everyone will know you’re committed to being here.”
“Community patrol? As in staking out bad guys and eating donuts?”
“You might have us confused with movie cops.” His mouth twitched. If she didn’t know better, she’d swear he was smiling. “We’re the eyes and ears for the sheriff’s department and help out where we can.”
She studied his face not sure what to make of the offer. Everything Sam told her explained why he’d been withdrawn and reserved around her.
So where does this fit in?
“Is this part of the St. Clair Rejuvenation Committee to help out-of-towners who don’t know what they’re doing?”
“Yes, it’s clearly stated in sub-section thirty-nine A. We even throw in a flashlight,” he said in a dry voice before fixing her with a frank stare. “It’s been brought to my attention I might’ve judged you too harshly. Ironic since I spend half my time teaching Kira not to judge people.”
His words slid over her. She got the feeling he didn’t open up very often. Or admit when he was wrong.
“You really think it will help?”
“Okay.” She nodded, not quite sure if she was saying yes to improving her business or to spending time with him. Or, perhaps it was both. Either way it was a gift horse.
Whose mouth I’m not going to look at it.
“It sounds great. Thank you.”
“No problem. I’ll pick you up at nine o’clock on Tuesday night. Oh, and by the way.” His voice was a low drawl that prickled her skin, as his eyes glanced down at the spiky heels. “Try and wear sensible shoes.”

Thursday, November 8, 2018


Cora Roberts has a plan: move to a new town and make a better life for herself and her son. As a single mom, she’s not looking for a relationship of any kind. But then she never expected to have the sexy Garrett offer her a night of uninhibited pleasure with no strings attached.

Garrett Brooks never expected Cora’s surrender to his touch to be so sweet – or tempt him to want more than just a single night with her. But as he pursues a deeper relationship with Cora, a threat from his past emerges.

Will Garrett be able to tempt Cora with his love, or will outside forces tear them apart?

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A pair of shirtless cowboys settled onto the stools at table ten in her station. Cora approached and couldn’t help but notice that the man with his back to her had one hell of a sexy back. Could a back be sexy? Because this one was. His muscles were defined, flexing with each slight movement. She had an image of herself dragging her tongue along the clearly distinct line of his spine, right down to the two dimples peeking above the line of his low-slung blue jeans.
She inhaled a steadying breath. Clearly her vibrator wasn’t getting the job done if she was having lusty thoughts about a strange man’s back.
The gentleman was a large guy—had to be at least six feet or taller—with dark chestnut hair peeping from beneath his ivory Stetson. His long, muscular, jean-clad legs were tucked beneath the table. The jeans rode low on his hips, even with the brown leather belt circling his waist, and the material lovingly cupped his behind. It wasn’t one of the flat butts so many men had but firmly rounded to give a woman something to hold on to as he thrust.
Clearly it had been far too long since she’d done the deed if she was envisioning holding on to his sexy butt while he had his way with her. She had to be careful or she’d wind up sleeping with someone she had no business getting entangled with.
The hot cowboy’s friend was an equally big fella. Although, for her at least, he was eclipsed by his friend.
Cora plastered a smile on her face as she rounded the table and faced the two Doms.
“Sirs, what can I get for you this evening?” she asked and finally lifted her gaze up to the man’s face. And holy smokes, what a face. Sinfully handsome didn’t even begin to describe her hot cowboy. Nor the fact that one glance at him made her skin feel three sizes too small.
“You’re new,” the cowboy said, and his voice reminded her of melted dark chocolate. Her gaze dipped from his ‘melt your panties off’ face to his brawny shoulders. Viewing them from the front, suffused with lines of ropey muscles, made tingles tighten in her core. Her gaze lowered to his solidly formed chest, the pectorals well-defined and liberally dusted with fine dark hair. Her mouth watered to taste the flat disks of his dusky brown nipples and then follow the singular line of his happy trail with her tongue over his ripcord abs. She inhaled a steadying breath. What the hell was wrong with her? She flashed her gaze back up to his face. His chestnut hair was shaded with hints of deep auburn and the color extended to the trim beard covering his square jaw. But it was the Dom’s eyes, framed by thick chestnut brows, the sharp cobalt orbs reminding her of the deep blue waters off the bay in Seattle, that caused her breath to catch in her throat. They stared at her, glittering with interest as they gave her body the same studious perusal.
“Perceptive,” she replied, as she attempted to reel her pulse back from its fluttering, thumping madness. Just because she found the cowboy sinfully attractive to the point that all her erogenous zones had taken notice, didn’t mean she could act on said lusts. “My name is Cora and I will be serving you this evening.”
“I’ve not seen you around here. New to the area?” the other cowboy said.
She directed her gaze his way. He was equally attractive, with his fawn-colored hair showing beneath the brim of his black hat and hazel eyes that leaned more toward brown with flecks of emerald and gold. His jaw was clean shaven, a bit more angular, and he had a slight cleft in his chin. The cowboy’s chest was certainly noteworthy, a tad leaner, his build more like a swimmer’s, and dusted with light fawn-colored hair. But this guy didn’t make a five-alarm fire ignite in her nether regions. Which made him safe territory, regardless of the fact that his eyes weren’t all that warm.
She addressed him and said, “Yep. Moved here two weeks ago.”
“From where?” Blue eyes asked and she swiveled her head, feeling her high ponytail swish against her shoulder blades. She was drowning in his stare, pin pricks of heat swarming her system. With a simple glance, the man caused every nerve ending to tingle with awareness. Her breath backed up in her lungs and she had to fight the very real desire to touch him. See if his skin would burn at the touch.
“Seattle. Would you two like anything to drink tonight?” she asked, wanting to steer away from her personal life.
“Quite a long way,” the other cowboy said, his stare assessing her, and she couldn’t help but feel he was attempting to divine all her secrets.
He had no idea. She missed her friends, she missed her tiny little house. She missed home. She shook herself. This was home now, whether she liked it or not.
“It is.”
Blue eyes said, “I’m Garrett and this is Jackson. Why don’t you bring us a bucket of Coronas to start?”
“Absolutely. Hungry? Anything to eat?” she asked.
“Not for anything on the menu.” Garrett gave her a lopsided, sexy grin. Laugh lines crinkled at the corners of his intense gaze. And Cora felt a resounding ache in her core. Smooth. This Dom was a charmer. A panty melting charmer, and by the wicked gleam in his cobalt gaze, he knew how to make a woman scream in ecstasy. And if she was reading correctly into his innuendo, sexy Garrett would only be too happy to show her just how exemplary he was in matters of the flesh.

Author Bio
Born in St. Louis, Missouri, Anya grew up listening to Cardinals baseball and reading anything she could get her hands on. She remembers her mother saying if only she would read the right type of books instead binging her way through the romance aisles at the bookstore, she’d have been a doctor. While Anya never did get that doctorate, she graduated cum laude from the University of Missouri-St. Louis with an M.A. in History.
Anya is a bestselling and award-winning author published in multiple fiction genres. She also writes urban fantasy and paranormal romance under the name Maggie Mae Gallagher. A total geek at her core, when she is not writing, she adores attending the latest comic con or spending time with her family. She currently lives in the Midwest with her two furry felines.

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