Tuesday, December 22, 2020

Retrograde Release Blitz

Retrograde by Desiree Holt

General Release Date: 22nd December 2020

Heat Rating: Burning
Format: EBOOK
ISBN: 978-1-83943-470-9
Sexometer: 2
Word Count: 80,672
Language: English
Book Length: SUPER NOVEL
Pages: 297

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Book Description

Hot ex-military, desperate woman, tight conspiracy…wait for the explosion!

Peyton West is desperate. Her brother-in-law is dead, her sister is in a coma and no one seems interested in finding any answers. With every door slammed in her face, she’s referred to Scott “Blaze” Hamilton and the men from super-secret Galaxy.

Conducting meetings on a plane and digging into the underbelly of Tampa politics, she sees a ray of hope…and discovers Blaze lives up to his name in more ways than one. She crosses her fingers that the scorching sex will continue to blaze once the killer is found.

Reader advisory: This book contains scenes of violence, murder and attempted murder.


Well, didn’t this just turn out to be a clusterfuck.

“They’re gaining on us,” John ‘Rocket’ Hardin called from the rear of the van.

“I’m pushing this baby as hard as it will go,” Matt ‘Viper’ Roman ground out.

The tension inside the van was so thick they could almost see it. Disaster was always waiting for them around the corner, but Scott ‘Blaze’ Hamilton knew if anyone could get them to the exfil point, it was Viper. No one could outdrive him.

“Damn it,” Blaze swore under his breath.

A previous rescue attempt by another group had failed and put the hostages in jeopardy. That was always when Galaxy was called. When Blaze had done his research, he’d learned that the only reason the hostages were still alive was because the kidnappers needed them to make sure the ransom was paid. At first, it had sounded like a by-the-book rescue. Jim and Nita Rosen, one of America’s one-percenter couples with money to burn, had been kidnapped for ransom. Their daughter, Angela, afraid her parents would be killed if she called in the FBI, had paid it, but the jerkoffs had come back and asked for more.

When the first people she’d hired had botched the job, that was when she’d turned to Galaxy.

For the four highly trained former SEALs, this should have been a simple retrieval. Tapping into every source, they were unhappy to learn that the kidnappers were less than sophisticated. They were offshoots of a cartel whose leader was barely second tier and had big ideas about establishing himself. Kidnapping was his prime source of income while he built up enough of a bank to take on the big cartel chiefs. These people were the most dangerous kind, since they had oversized egos and small brains. The crew who worked for him came from the dregs, which meant things could easily go wrong.

Reaching out to all their contacts, they’d gotten the location where the Rosens were being held—an old warehouse just outside the little town of San Felipe. Only two guards were on duty at any one time, an indication of the kidnappers’ stupidity and arrogance. The one good thing was that the so-called brains behind this kidnapping only showed up once a day, about midday, to check on their victims. It certainly sounded like amateur hour to Galaxy, but sometimes those were the ones that went sideways.

After a drive-by to scope the place out and take pictures, the team planned the operation. They would breach the building, grab the Rosens and get the hell out of there in their borrowed van before the leader and the rest of the bad guys showed up for their daily visit.

‘Saint’ Francis, their official pilot, would be waiting for them at an extraction point with the helicopter.

Easy peasy, right?


As they’d learned in the military, if something can go wrong it will.


Fucked up beyond all repair.

Especially with kidnappers like these, who were not very smart.

At first, it was smooth sailing. Only one vehicle, an old car, was parked by the warehouse. They knew from their source that this was the one driven by the two men left to guard the Rosens, so they were good to go. Using an infrared scanner, they were able to determine the location inside of the guards—away from the captives, sitting near the entrance to the warehouse. Breaching the door was kindergarten work for them, as was disposing of the guards before the two knew what was happening. They grabbed the Rosens and hustled them out to their waiting van.

Just as ‘Viper’, their designated wheelman, cranked the engine, a car drove up to the warehouse. Three well-armed and unpleasant-looking men tumbled out, even before the vehicle had come to a stop. One looked to be in charge, pointing at the Galaxy van, and at once the others began shooting at them. They pulled out onto the road before the doors were even fully shut, but the other vehicle was after them at once. Blaze thought there must be a hell of a motor in that thing, because they barely got out to the road before the other vehicle was practically on their tail.

Now they were racing down the two-lane road to the extraction spot with shots from the vehicle behind them peppering the van they were using. It pissed Blaze off that a cheap-ass operation like this one had managed to grab two high-value targets and get away with it. But even more, that best-of-the-best Galaxy was barely escaping a deadly showdown.

“Fuck it all,” Viper cursed.

“It’s true, you know,” Blaze reminded his partners. “The only easy day was yesterday.”

“And today will be our last,” Rocket snapped at him, “if we let ourselves get beaten by these pieces of shit.”

“Never fear. The Viper is here.”

Viper was swerving back and forth to avoid the bullets as they sped down the road at a speed that would dry the spit in the mouth of most people.

“Yeah?” Blaze shifted in his seat. “Well, get us the fuck out of here, then.”

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Desiree Holt

A multi-published, award winning, Amazon and USA Today best-selling author, Desiree Holt has produced more than 200 titles and won many awards. She has received an EPIC E-Book Award, the Holt Medallion and many others including Author After Dark’s Author of the Year. She has been featured on CBS Sunday Morning and in The Village Voice, The Daily Beast, USA Today, The Wall Street Journal, The London Daily Mail. She lives in Florida with her cats who insist they help her write her books, and is addicted to football. 

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Friday, December 18, 2020

Karolina Dalca, Dark Eyes Book Tour & Giveaway


Series: Dark Eyes   Genre: Adult, Paranormal Romance, Urban Fantasy 

Publisher: The Wild Rose Press

✦ About the Book  

Blindsided by an attack that destroys her home and blamed for murder, Karolina Dalca, a half-vampire, escapes, only to plunge into the magical societies from which she was sheltered.

Betrayed by those around her, she abandons her dreams of becoming an investigator and flees, trusting only herself. Her police internship would never prove more useful. Hoofing it through the wilderness, she makes it to her university dorm, disheveled but delightfully deflowered.

Enter a full vampire: one wielding dark magic and a ride out of Canada. A fugitive from the law, Karo complies with his demands to escape, unsure whether his requests are bewitched. She vows to clear her name and avenge her mother's death, but Karo's family secrets aren't so easily left behind.

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“Who are you anyway?” I asked.  

“Andre,” he said. “Private Investigator, but I'll do anything for money.” He winked.   

“You’re not human,” I said. “What are you?” I stretched out my Charmed senses and felt magic within him.  

“I'm a vampire, princess. Same as you, but with a little extra dark superpower. I'm a full vamp though, and from what I can tell from your dismal amount of speed out there, you’re half.”   

He dragged a chair from the wall and sat across from me.  

“You have the Dark Charm?” I asked. “I should have figured; you ooze sleaze bag.”  

“And you have a little something special up your sleeve too, don't you, princess? I bet you get a little hot now and then, don't you?”  

I narrowed my eyes.  

“And with a name like Karolina Dalca . . . I bet you've got enough training to back up that look you’re giving me.”  

He knew my name, my powers, and where to find me. My eyes fell over his body, sizing him up as he sat across from me. Strong jaw, tall, six feet and maybe four inches, and muscular broad shoulders. I could take him—if I took him by surprise.  

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To celebrate the release of KAROLINA DALCA, DARK EYES by M.R. Noble, we’re giving away two $25 Amazon gift cards!

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 About the Author  

M.R. NOBLE has played a tug of war between science and art her whole life, but the rope broke when she wrote the first line of The Dark Eyes Series. Immersed up to her keyboard in paranormal romance and urban fantasy, she enjoys blending the real with the surreal. The only drawback is she misplaces her mug while dreaming up her next scene, and soon finds herself six cups overpoured.

Keeping to her Lake Simcoe roots, she is a member of the Writers Community of York Region (WCYR), where her muse is made not found . . . over a hefty cup of coffee.

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Thursday, December 10, 2020

Southern Hotshot (North Carolina Highlands #2) by Jessica Peterson

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Lusting after the woman trying to steal my job is stupid. Sexting with her? That’s a game-changing fumble.

Emma Crawford became enemy number one the second she stepped foot on Blue Mountain Farm. She might think I’m just a dumb jock, but I know she’s a stuck-up wine snob who believes she’d be a better exec than me.

She can take my position over my dead body.

But with her ridiculous curves and fearless smarts, she’s becoming one giant distraction just when I need to prove my worth most.

Lucky for me that I have a secret internet sext partner to blow off steam with. My nightly dirty chats with V scratch all the itches Emma gives me.

Emma and V couldn’t be more different—except it turns out they’re the same person.

Just when I thought this scenario was enough of a disaster, I’m falling for the co-worker I can’t touch and can hardly stand.

Even a hotshot player like me can see this is a game we’re both gonna lose.

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Can this just be my review?

No? Fine. 

I guess I can throw in some words as well. I mean, when you read a Jessica Peterson novel you know you're in for a mega steamy romance. Hence, the very real need for a spray bottle by your side. It's how she rolls and she's darn good at it. In fact, she doesn't even give you fair warning before she leads with some insanely hot online connection. And that's before you even get to chapter one! That's why you read anything that Jessica Peterson writes.

The obvious aside, the other highlight of Southern Hotshot is all the food porn. Seriously! If you're a foodie, you'll be in heaven. I didn't expect to be swooning over paella and tapas and missing dining out but there I was, mouth watering and lamenting how I couldn't have all the nice things that Samuel and Emma were having. As I'm not a wine drinker (I'm so bad; I have to ask people what they think I'd like), so a lot of the nuances were lost on me but it didn't stop me from appreciating its value to their profession or the joy it brought them. 

Peterson scores high marks yet again for portraying all the facets of a woman. Emma is professional and serious about her career as a sommelier. She's just slightly cocky about her expertise and because Samuel was not being so nice in the beginning, she might even rub it in his face a bit. When she's away from work, she craves intimacy and acceptance. It's not the career path her family envisioned for her so it's created some discord between them. Like anyone she wishes that they'd give her a little support but she can't sit around waiting for that. I liked that Emma states what she wants and goes for it. She owns her sexual needs and there is no embarrassment or apology for taking care of herself in that regard. Samuel is as complicated as they come mostly because of the high expectations he sets for himself. That he generally doesn't like to ask for help is another reason he's such a grump and rude to Emma and refuses to concede that they would benefit from her expertise. Because he'd been betrayed professionally in the past he views her as a threat to what he's since built at Blue Mountain Resort. They're asked to work together on an event that leads to some mutual appreciation of their skills and the value each brings to the table. It also gives Samuel a glimpse into what Emma has to deal with on a professional level. That new understanding makes him change his attitude and also sorry for his abhorrent behavior.

There is an unexpected love triangle that pretty much blindsided me as much as it did the characters involved. I was so thrown off I wasn't sure if I'd missed something but that's the point - that they all missed something? The upside is that it does set up the next story (I'm assuming?) perfectly in the epilogue, and I don't mind saying that I'm already intrigued and rubbing my hands greedily in anticipation.

Back to Southern Hotshot - it's fun and wild, sexy as all get out, and has the romantic overtures and all the delicious things you want in a spicy read!

~ Bel

The Lucky Ones Release Day Blitz

Today we have the release day blitz of Cassie Cross’s The Lucky Ones! Check out this gorgeous new romance and be sure to get your copy today!

About The Lucky Ones:

Kendall Moore’s professional life has never been better. She’s an in-demand video editor who’s just started her own business, and that business is booming. She rarely has a moment to relax and has completely thrown herself into her work, which is just the way that she likes it. There’s just one tiny issue in her pursuit of professional and personal happiness: she’s getting burned out.   Of course, it doesn’t help that she’s hopelessly and secretly in love with her totally off-limits business partner, Jordan.   Jordan Murphy is an aspiring filmmaker with a past that he’s desperate to put behind him. When an opportunity arises to go to Vegas and film for a project he’s working on, he gets Kendall to agree to come along with him. After he makes a lucky bet that leads to a weekend full of fun, unexpected confessions, and a visit to a wedding chapel that neither one of them can remember, Kendall and Jordan head home wondering if what happened in Vegas should stay in Vegas…         

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“I have an idea.” He says it slowly, like he’s trying to reason with a small, frightened animal and doesn’t want to scare it away.  

“I’m not gonna like this, am I?”  

He laughs. “I’m hoping that you will if you hear me out.”  

I take a deep breath. “Okay, I’m listening.” There may be a nervous ringing in my ears, but I can hear him over that.  

“You know that film I’ve been working on forever?”  

A Robin Hood-esque heist movie that’s been his creative baby for almost as long as I’ve known him? “Yes.” 

“I have the chance to get some arial shots for it this weekend,” he explains. “You know my friend, Danny? The one with the helicopter business in Vegas?”  

I nod. “Yeah.”  

“He has a slot open on Friday night, and he offered to take me up so I can film. I’m flying to Vegas Friday morning so I can take him up on the offer.”  

“That’s great,” I say, squeezing his hand. “But how does it involve me?”  

The question hangs in the air as he stares at me meaningfully. “I want you to come with me.”  

“No,” I say reflexively.  

“Why not?”  

“I’m not going to Vegas.”  

“That’s not an answer. You’ll be done with the commercial by then, and our next project doesn’t start until next week. You haven’t been out of LA in a hundred years, Ken. It’s time.”  

I playfully kick him in the shin. “It’s only been, like, a year. Maybe two.”  

Yeah, okay. Still not great.  

“It’ll be fun,” he says, really putting on the full-court press to sell me on this. “We’ll fly in and spend the night, have dinner and gamble a little. I’ll pay for the plane ticket.”  

I love a night of debauchery as much as anyone, and I’m having a harder time saying no than I thought I would.  


“You have an editor’s eye,” he argues. “It’ll be nice to have someone there to tell me what to shoot so I’ll have the best final product.”  

Yes, this much is true.  

“Please,” he says. He’s gone full puppy-dog eyes and I can never say no to those.  

“No,” I reply, but it’s weak. A slight breeze could knock it over.  

He reaches in his pocket and pulls out those dice. “You roll an odd, you come home with me. Even? You can edit all weekend and I won’t say a thing.”  

I grab a die and inspect it to make sure it actually has evens and odds.  

I’ve never let dice make a decision for me. The prospect is oddly freeing.  

I start to roll, but he gently grabs my wrist and pulls my hand to his mouth, giving it a quick kiss.  

“For good luck,” he says with a playful wink.  

I roll my eyes, trying not to think too hard about how soft his lips are.  

“Good luck for you or good luck for me?”  

A full-on grin. “For me, of course.”  

I toss the die on the hood of the car. I come up with a three.  

“Better start packing,” he says, looking like he just hit the jackpot.  



About Cassie Cross:

Cassie Cross is a Maryland native and a romantic at heart, who lives outside of Baltimore with her two dogs and a closet full of shoes. Cassie’s fondness for swoon-worthy men and strong women are the inspiration for most of her stories, and when she’s not busy writing a book, you’ll probably find her eating takeout and indulging in her love of 80’s sitcoms.  

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