Monday, February 29, 2016


Book 1 in the Dirty Texas series

Release Date: April 1, 2016

Suddenly Dirty by JA Low+

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He was everything she wasn’t looking for …

Finding a naked rock star in my bed was not how I saw my new life starting. Especially when that rock star is Evan Wyld, guitarist of the hottest band on the planet, Dirty Texas.

He looks dirty as sin with colorful tattoos, muscles and piercings in all the right places. Summer is about to heat up as I join Dirty Texas on their European tour.

She was everything he wasn’t ready for…

Sienna Hayes is off limits, but ever since the blonde bombshell accidentally climbed into my bed, I’ve been fantasizing about the ways I could help her get over her ex.

She has baggage, but I’m known for being a good time. Maybe I can be her rebound, help put her back together again.

Just one little taste can’t hurt; can it?

Suddenly Dirty by JA Low

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Author JA LowJA Low lives on a faraway beach in Australia. When she's not writing steamy scenes and admiring hot surfers, she's tending to her husband and two sons, and dreaming up the next epic romance.


Decline (Book 1) Declan Reede: the Untold Story Series
Declan Reede: The Untold Story series
By: Michelle Irwin
Genre: New Adult Romance

*Warning - Due to adult content & language this series is not intended for anyone under the age of 18.*

Hold on tight, stick to the racing line, and watch for the corners.

Four years after making the decision to leave his hometown behind, all of Declan Reede's dreams have come true. Unapologetically foul-mouthed, driven, and well known for his off-track antics, his success seems unstoppable. At least until Queensland Raceway and a chance sighting of the girl who once held his heart. Now, getting around the track seems an impossible battle as he struggles to return to his previous form. With his career racing downhill faster than his V8 on Mount Panorama, there's more than just his reputation on the line.

What will it take to put the brakes on his decline?


Michelle Irwin has been many things: a hobbit taking a precious item to a fiery mountain; a young child stepping through the back of a wardrobe into another land; the last human stranded not-quite-alone in space three million years in the future; and a time-travelling madman in a box. All of these feats and many more were achieved through her voracious reading. Eventually, the cast of her mind took over and spilled onto the page.

Michelle lives in sunny Queensland in the land down under. A lover of love and overcoming the odds, she primarily writes paranormal and fantasy romance.

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Title: Bodyguard Dearest
Author: Alison Foster 
Genre: Contemporary Romance, Romantic Suspense
Release Date: February 29, 2016
My name is Tris Kane and I'm so done with college and this whole town and the leash my gangster father wrapped around my life at birth.
Oh yeah, and let's not forget Tanner Hayes, my father's all muscle watchdog who lives in my shadow. He's my so-called bodyguard.
I don't need a fucking bodyguard! And I hate his rugged deliciousness. Tanner barely ever speaks, yet I can't stop thinking about him. He's always there.
It just makes me want to scream.
“You stitched up yourself?” I say, trying to grasp what I’ve just heard.
“No, an ER nurse teleported to Big Bear to double-stitch this shit,” he says, taking me in his arms.
“You might have lost a lot of blood,” I say, “but I see you still have that same old lovely attitude.”
“I need it to survive you,” he says with a wink. He’s so fucking hot when he’s injured and being a prick. I mean, really. Totally. Fucking. Edible.
“I need to clean and re-bandage this before I get in the shower,” he says. “Don’t worry, Tris, it’ll leave a scar but won’t cause any permanent damage.”
“Is this your professional opinion?” I say, suddenly upset with him for having been so reckless all his adult life.
“As a matter of fact, yes.” he says. “Seen my share of warzone stitch-ups.”
I’m not sure he realizes these things are not common to most people. If he weren’t hurt already, I’d smack him in the head.
“I have a million questions, Tanner,” I tell him, kissing his pecs. “But I don’t want to press. You’ve been through a lot.”
He laughs. “A lot, huh?”
“You know what I mean.”
“Never mind that,” he says. “I only have one question.”
“Just one? That’s a big number for you. What is it?”
“Is my hearing working? Did I hear you tell your father you love me?”
Oh, shit.
USA Today Bestselling author Alison Foster loves reading a good love story almost as much as she loves writing one. She spends her time dreaming up strong heroes and even stronger heroines and she enjoys finding unexpected strengths within her characters when they are in the most unexpected places.
She believes that passion makes the world go round and that a sexy grin is as sweet as candy. 
She loves interacting with readers, so feel free to drop her a line.
Title: Notes & Roses (Stanford Creek #1) 
Author: RJ Scott writing as Rozenn Scott
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: February 26, 2016
Megan Campbell is horrified when a stranger, covered in blood, collapses in her shop. When that same stranger, wild and angry, abruptly becomes someone very different, it’s not her safety she is worrying about, it’s her heart. With his stalker behind bars, former boy band singer CJ Taylor is starting a new life. He’s bought a house in a small Vermont town, and taken back the name he was born with. Two years have passed since he was last in the public eye and as Cody Brennan, he’s finally feeling safe. Desperate to find some peace, all he wants is to connect to the music in his head, write new lyrics and forget the tragedy in his past. What he doesn’t count on is meeting Megan. From her amber eyes to her tempting smile, she is everything he thought he could do without, the very thing he promised himself to avoid. But he’s thrown into her family and her life, and suddenly he’s found a place he wants to stay. Megan’s first instinct is to tame the powerful attraction she has to this stranger, but very soon desire becomes something more. Between them can they find the words to make things right? And can they stay safe long enough to fall in love?
His cell rang but, although he could hear it, the screen was too far gone, and he pressed the power button until the call vanished. Soon it would be out of power and he could push it away in the back of a drawer. 
Which was when his second cell rang.
He reached for it on the sofa table and looked at the screen. The battery was low—he never remembered to charge the damn thing—but it was probably enough to answer. He pressed to connect and braced himself for more bad news.
“What?” he asked. No point in niceties, his agent was one of those people who didn’t put much store on the polite side of conversations. To the point, like a knife to the heart, Zee Childs was a hurricane in a tiny handset.
“Jesus, CJ, answer your fricking phone,” she snapped heatedly. “I left ten messages.”
“My primary cell broke,” Cody explained, but didn’t add where he’d been for the last two days since said break. Zee was a good agent, a friend even, for she’d stayed by his side, but if she had one tiny inkling he’d been hurt she’d be at his front door. Not to mention that she’d probably bring a news crew with her to capitalize on the drama of it all. Never let it be said that Zee Childs didn’t know how to make a drama out of nothing to sell records.
“Get it fixed,” she snapped, “’cause, dammit, I have news.”
Cody sighed. More news. More hate mail, more threats, more lawsuits? What could top the bad news of a few days back, the news that had had him swallowing a tumbler of vodka like it would make everything better?
“What the fuck now?” he snapped. 
Zee tutted loudly. “Stow the bad-boy attitude; this is good news for once. I have two stations in a bidding war to get you on their sofas and talk.”
Cody could imagine Zee, wild blond hair in a frizzy mess around her head, her expression permanently enthusiastic, like a perky poodle, holding out a hand in a placating gesture. But imagining her didn’t make the idea she was spouting any better.
“Hear me out, babe.”
“I said, no.”
“Cody, my name is Cody. CJ is long gone.”
“Jesus fricking… CJ, Cody, whatever the frickin’ hell you’re calling yourself, it’s a hundred thousand just to come in and talk.”
“Okay, I could get them to one twenty-five.”
“What is it you don’t understand about no, Zee? The show would want me to tell them everything, they’d want their money’s worth, and they’re not paying that much money for me to sit and look pretty. I’m sorry, but everyone’s had their pound of flesh, and I’m done. I told you that.”
“People want your side of the story.”
My side of the story? People weren’t ready for his side of the story. She was still talking and he tried to catch up with what she was saying. 
“…and then it all went to hell, and the money followed. Cody, look babe, Danny wants to talk to you.”
Cody highly doubted his ex-best friend wanted anything to do with him, not after Cody’s breakdown and the fact he’d left the band. Last time they’d actually met, in the middle of a restaurant, had ended up with Cody on the floor staring at the ceiling, his lip split and Danny cursing at him before turning and leaving. 
Every time they met after that was with lawyers between them, hashing out how little of the band Cody was entitled to after he decided to leave. He’d wanted nothing but Zee fought for him, told him he should get something.
And all that time his bandmates, Danny, Sam, Zach, and Tyler, they’d looked at him with emotions ranging from pity to anger.
Hell, what did they want? He’d let them use the lyrics he’d written. 
The pressure of being in the band, of working twenty-hour days for something he didn’t enjoy, for having to live a life in the public eye, was all too much.
But Danny, he missed Danny like a lost limb.
Now he was numb to it all. For the longest time after they’d fought, he’d turn to tell Danny something, or pick up his phone to contact him, but after one attempt at reconciliation at one of the lawyer meetings, he’d backed off. Danny’s anger and dismissal was the worst one of all. 
Leah had died, and then the public falling out between him and Danny had served to intensify the pressure. It had been his fault. All his fault.
Fuck. I can’t do this again.
Full time romance writer Rozenn Scott creates passionate love stories with a guaranteed happy ever after.  Her series of novels, set in the beautiful Vermont town of Stanford Creek, focus on strong, independent women who find love.  Writing as RJ Scott, she is the author of over ninety bestselling gay romance novels and has never met a bottle of wine she can’t defeat.
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