Blog Tour – Sacrifice Love & Protecting Love by MaryAnn Jordan


 

Blog Tour – Sacrifice Love & Protecting Love – MaryAnn
Jordan
Book – Sacrifice Love & Protecting Love 
Author – Maryann Jordan
Blog Tour – 24th July – 30th July
Hosted by Hooked on books & Cherry0Blossoms Promotions

 

 
Protecting Love 
 
 
 
Patrick Cartright only had two more months in the Army
before returning to Virginia. A new job with the Saints Protection &
Investigations Agency awaited and offered a chance to be near family. Falling
in love, while still in California, was not his intention. 

 

 



Evie Sinclair, raised an Army brat with more relocations under her belt than
she could remember, had no desire to move again. She was settled and planned on
staying that way. Falling for a soldier did not fit into her plans. 


 

 

But as they investigated the theft of military equipment from Evie’s company to
Patrick’s base, they searched for the truth, while Evie tried to protect her
heart. When Evie is threatened, Patrick rushes to save her, vowing to protect
her at all costs.


 
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Sacrifice Love
 
 
 
 

 

Saints Protection & Investigations 
A private investigation business, pulling together men from the CIA, FBI, ATF,
DEA, Border Patrol, SEALS, and police, devoted to the missions no one else
wants or can solve. 
 
Chad Fornelli was used to a life of sacrifice, as a former ATF ordnance
disposal expert. At the funeral of Adam, his friend and former ATF partner,
saying goodbye was not the hardest part of the day for Chad. It was seeing his
friend’s widow and remembering how he let the woman he loved two years earlier
get away. 
 
Full of regrets over missed chances, he vowed to correct his past mistakes. 
 
Dani Turner had watched the man she love walk away two years ago and now buried
her husband. Wondering if she and Chad had another chance together, she was
willing to see if they had a future. But…her little surprise might change
everything. 
 
The investigation into the explosion that killed Adam had Chad racing against
the clock to stop an ISIS cell in Virginia from building more bombs. And
evidence pointed to his friend being involved with the terrorists. 
 
Untangling the mystery, Dani was caught in the terrorist’s crosshairs as she
and Chad worked together to prove Adam’s innocence…and save her life. 
 
Will they be able to live long enough to have their second chance? 
 
*****Due to mature scenes of a sexual nature and language some may consider
crude, 18+ readers only!***** 
This book is a standalone, written in the Saints Series. Be warned – alpha men,
strong women, suspenseful, and a sweet & steamy love story! 
 
Buy Links
 
 
 
 
 
 ❤  ❤   ❤ WEB
 
As an Amazon Best Selling Author, I have always
been an avid reader. I joke that I “cut my romance teeth” on the
historical romance books. In 2013 I started a blog to showcase wonderful
writers. In 2014, I finally gave in to the characters in my head pleading for
their story to be told. Thus, Emma’s Home was created.
My first novel, Emma’s Home became an Amazon Best
Seller in 3 categories within the first month of publishing. Its success was
followed by the rest of the Fairfield Series and then led into the Love’s
Series.  From there I have continued with the romantic suspense Alvarez
Security Series and now the Saints Protection & Investigation Series, all
bestsellers.
My books are filled with sweet romance and hot sex;
mystery, suspense, real life characters and situations. My heroes are alphas,
take charge men who love the strong, independent women they fall in love with.
I worked as a counselor in a high school and have
been involved in education for the past 30 years.  I recently retired and
now can spend more time devoted to my writing.
I have been married to a wonderfully patient man
for 34 years and have 2 adult, very supportive daughters.
When writing, my dog or one of my cats will usually
be found in my lap!
I love to hear from readers, so please email me!
 

 

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Cover re-reveal for 136 Scars by Amo Jones

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COVER RE-REVEAL

TITLE: ONE HUNDRED & THIRTY-SIX SCARS

SERIES: THE DEVIL’S OWN #1

AUTHOR: AMO JONES

Cover Design: Kari Ayasha at Cover to Cover Designs

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BEAST IS BARING ALL AGAIN!!!

AND…its 99c!

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BLURB

Meadow

I was four years old when I learnt what evilness the world could bring. I fought through life with my scarred soul, wrangled through the dark empty nights where I’d pray I didn’t wake up the next morning. I would shut my eyes and mentally take myself to my happy place.

Red roses

The sound of waves crashing on the sand under my feet.

The final time the cold blade pushed up against my thigh, and I waited for my blood to trickle over the other One hundred and thirty-six scars that covered my skin— never came. Who was this man who just saved me? He had no idea how close I came to ending myself that day. I was ready to blow my brains all over the bedroom walls and I had a nine sitting under my pillow to prove it.

Beast

Some people have families, I had engineered human killing machines surrounding me my whole life. I’d been a part of this unit since I was a baby, raised in a community that was shut off from the real world. A community where we were nothing but empty vessels, until Hella (my best friend) and I escaped. Hella took us to a girl who was in foster care with him before he was summoned into The Army. After finding out yet another complication in my life, I needed space. I booked in to a run down apartment, ready to clear my head. Only my head didn’t clear, because I was haunted every night from the screams that would vibrate through my walls.

This is not a story of a perfect man coming in to save the day. This is a story of what happens when fate interferes and two completely broken souls collide.

*Potential triggers lie within this book.

** This book is gritty and contains dark content.

 

Add it to your TBR lists on Goodreads: – https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/26790008-one-hundred-and-thirty-six-scars?from_search=true&search_version=service

 

Grab book 2 in the series

Hellraiser (The Devil’s Own #2)

Purchase link: myBook.to/Hellraiser

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About Amo

Amo is a full-time writer from New Zealand who loves long romantic walks to the wine cellar.

When she’s not creating magic, you can usually find her relaxing in front of the television watching the latest episode of Supernatural or Vikings. (This will be updated as she finds new television shows with hot actors.)

She’s the proud mother of four little critters who are the reason she breathes, but also the reason she drinks.

She’s the wife-to-be to the love of her life. She says wife-to-be because she scares him a little, and he still hasn’t decided whether he wants to wed her or not. Such an exciting relationship.

She loves meeting new people and believes the world needs more kindness.

Social Media Links

Website – http://amojonesauthor.com/

Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/amojonesauthor

Twitter – https://twitter.com/authorAmojones

Goodreads – https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/14047384.Amo_Jones

BOOK TOUR: Ball Peen Hammer by Lauren Rowe

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Ready the Pickles,  Keane Morgan is finally here!

Meet Keane in this STANDALONE romantic comedy!

(No Prior reading required)

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BUY NOW!!
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Blurb

Keane Morgan wouldn’t return any of my calls or texts, and I was pissed as hell about it. I didn’t want to drive from Seattle to L.A. with the guy any more than he wanted to drive with me, but I had no frickin’ choice in the matter–at least, not if I wanted to use his brother Dax’s coveted parking spot at UCLA.

Okay, so it turned out Keane was objectively gorgeous, and, fine, pretty funny, too. But did he have to be so damned in love with himself? I mean, jeez, the cocky way he flashed those dimples was just so orchestrated. And, honestly, what kind of guy uses the phrase “baby doll” with a straight face? Oh, that’s right: the kind of guy who’s a male stripper.

Yup, the cocky jerk turned out to be Seattle’s answer to Magic Mike, a stripper known as “Ball Peen Hammer”–which meant Keane Morgan was emphatically not the kind of guy I’d ever fall for.

Not. At. All.

No freakin’ way.

Well, until Keane convinced me to fall for him, that is.

Which I did.

Hard.

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Excerpt

As they exchange information, I make my way to the end of my aisle and loop into theirs, not taking my eyes off Baby Face the whole time. Shit. This dude’s hunting Maddy so hard, it’s making my blood boil. Jesus, he’s going full-throttle rifle on Maddy’s ass right now, completely foregoing his crossbow altogether.

When I reach the two of them in the middle of their aisle, I shuffle past the dude and stand next to Maddy, shoulder to shoulder, and then, on a sudden impulse, put my arm around her shoulders and squeeze her tight, making her wobble in place at the unexpected jolt to her balance. “Hey, sis,” I say, squeezing her like a rag doll. “You totally fell down on your candy-acquiring duties.”

“I know. I’m sorry.” She subtly wiggles out of my grasp. “Brian and I got into this hilarious argument about the best candy bar of all- time, and—”

“And I’m totally right,” Brian says, cutting her off, and they both chuckle at some inside joke.

“No, I’m totally right,” Maddy corrects.

Brian smiles at her. “I’ll actually be down in L.A. in a month. How ’bout I call you then?”

“Great.”

“Nice to meet you, man,” Brian says, looking at me. He nods but doesn’t put out his hand.

I nod back.

Brian strolls away, buys a Snickers bar and a can of Red Bull, and leaves with a little wave to Maddy.

The minute he’s out the door, Maddy takes a giant step away from me, her face etched with annoyance. “What was that?” she asks.

“What?”

“That weird thing you just did?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Maddy puts on an exaggerated scowl, like she’s Hulk Hogan eying an opponent. “’Hey, Brian,’” she says in a low voice, clearly intending to imitate me but sounding more like Arnold Schwarzenegger imitating Maddy imitating me. “’I’m Maddy Milliken’s bodyguard and I’m going to beat you the hell up now,’” she adds.

“What are you talking about?” I say, chuckling.

Maddy pauses, assessing me, and finally shrugs. “Nothing. I guess I imagined it.”

“Imaged what?”

“Your weird… I dunno… vibe.”

“Oh, well, yeah. I was worried about you.”

“Worried about me? I was standing in a minimart, buying candy. Pretty low-risk activity, I’d say.”

“Uh, you absolutely were not standing in a minimart, buying candy—you totally fell down on that job, dude. You were standing in a minimart, getting picked up by a douche. And second of all—”

What?”

Shit. What the fuck am I doing? I’ve got to stop this shit right now. “Don’t get riled up, baby doll,” I say in my most soothing voice. “All I’m saying is you took so damned long in here, I started thinking maybe the store was getting robbed or you’d fallen into the toilet or something.”

Maddy twists her mouth. “Brian didn’t seem the least bit douchey to me.”

I shrug.“What gave you the impression he’s a douche?”

“Just a figure of speech. So are you gonna do the job I hired you to do or not?” I motion to the candy rack. “‘Cause based on your performance thus far, you’re totally fired.”

“And I wasn’t getting ‘picked up,’” Maddy says, her tone full of indignation. “Brian’s brother goes to UCLA. Can’t I talk to a helpful, nice guy without it being some sort of a sleazy pick-up?”

“Sure you can. However, in this instance, you were talking to a helpful, nice guy who was picking you up so he can bone the living fuck outta ya.”

Keane.” Maddy’s cheeks burst with color. “Don’t say that. Oh my god. You’re insane. Brian was just being helpful, that’s all.”

“Yeah, so he can bone the living fuck outta ya.”

“Stop saying that. Please. It’s offensive and absolutely not true. This topic of conversation is officially over.”

 

About the Author

Lauren Rowe

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USA Today and internationally bestselling author Lauren Rowe lives in San Diego, California, where, in addition to writing books, she performs with her dance/party band at events all over Southern California, writes songs, takes embarrassing snapshots of her ever-patient Boston terrier, Buster, spends time with her wonderful family, and narrates audiobooks. Much to Lauren’s thrill, her books have been translated all over the world in multiple languages and hit multiple domestic and international bestseller lists. With enticing characters, enthralling situations and a general love of romantic fiction, Lauren has created a world of her own, full of wit and sensual desire.

 

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Cover Reveal- IF IT WALKS LIKE A KILLER by Kiersten Modglin

A perfect family living a perfect lie…

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by Kiersten Modglin
Series: The Caroline Killer Files #1
Genres: Thriller | Crime | Suspense
Release Date: August 16, 2016
Publisher: Limitless Publishing
>> SYNOPSIS <<
What Caide and Rachael Abbott want you to believe…They are happily married college sweethearts, parents to two beautiful children, and they lead a perfect, quiet little life.What you should believe…Nothing.Nothing they tell you.

Nothing you hear.

In fact, nothing in the Abbotts’ picture-perfect world is what it seems.

But when their small town of La Rue, North Carolina is rocked by the brutal murder of a beloved member of the community, a manhunt begins, and neither Caide nor Rachael thought they would become prime suspects.

Every belief Caide and Rachael have about their lives is thrown out the window…

With mounting evidence and lives on the line, the Abbotts are forced to uncover what mysteries are hiding behind closed doors. When old wounds are torn open, secrets are revealed, and their sanity is put to the ultimate test, even memories can’t be trusted in their quest to find the truth. And when the community rallies for justice, suspicions of one another rise, leaving one question begging to be answered…

If it walks like a killer, will the small town of La Rue ever know who the real murderer is?

Watch the BOOK TRAILER!

 

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>> ABOUT THE AUTHOR <<
Kiersten
Kiersten Modglin lives in Nashville, TN with her husband and their two Boston Terriers, Cedric and Chloe. A psychology fanatic, lover of Netflix, coffee and all things Harry Potter, Kiersten can almost always be found curled up in her favorite writing chair with a good book. Kiersten writes psychological suspense novels that explore the darkest parts of human nature and the inner workings of twisted minds. Writing has always been an important part of Kiersten’s life; for her, this is just the beginning.

 

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Blog Tour- Complexity by Harper Miller

 

Title: Complexity 
Author: Harper Miller 
Genre: Gay Erotica/Erotic Romance
Release Date: July 8, 2016




 
 
 
Fairy tale endings weren’t made for people like me. Happy for now usually ain’t in the cards, either.
 
The dents on my wall from where my headboard kept knockin’ against the same spot was the first clue that I needed to calm my ass down. At the rate I was racking up notches and plowing through hookups, I wasn’t ever gonna find nothing real. Guess I kinda jinxed myself. I created my circumstances. You can’t get what you want if you keep falling back into the same pattern of bad habits. But then things changed. I stumbled onto somethin’ I never in a million years expected to happen. You gotta understand, I’m never the guy who wins. It was supposed to be just sex, but that shifty rhyming and scheming bastard, Cupid, pulled a fast one.
 
I may have changed some stuff to protect a couple of people. But before you go believing the tabloids, make sure you understand that you’re gettin’ the lowdown straight from the source.
 
I needed to get this off my chest, and it’s only fair that you at least get my side of it all. At some point, I might regret telling you any of this, but for now, you need to know.
 

*Disclaimer* This is a novella. Not a short story, novelette, or novel. This tale features an M/M pairing. If gay erotica/erotic romance is not your cup of tea and you are offended by same-sex relationships or crass language, you should bypass this story. Content is intended for a mature audience, 18+.
 
Complexity is the fourth installment in The Kinky Connect Chronicles. The Kinky Connect Chronicles are short erotic stories/novelettes all wrapped up in neat little bows. These stories are standalones. No cliffhangers in the lot!
 
 
All Romance KOBO  B&N


 
 
© Harper Miller 2016
“Hey,” he says. The hoarse sound of his voice catches me off guard and a stabbing sensation seizes my chest. I know it’s all in my head, but it’s like rapid, tiny needle pricks all over my skin.
 
I’m a mess.
 
Has it only been a week since I’ve heard his voice? Hearing him now—just that one syllable—is painful relief. No matter what’s going through my head, right now I’ve gotta keep my shit together.
 
“Hey, yourself.”
 
“It’s good to hear your voice, Manny. You’ve been avoiding me.” Wasn’t a question, but a statement—a true statement.
 
“Yep,” I nonchalantly reply. “If you’re leaving messages and callin’ me ‘Emmanuel,’ then you must really wanna get my attention.”
 
He lets out a half chuckle. “I’ve been trying to get your attention all week. I’ve missed your company. Care to tell me why you’re shunning me?”
 
I avoid answering his question and ask one of my own instead. “Were you really gonna make a trip up here?”
 
Ever since this little thing between us started, I’ve always headed downtown to his place. He’s never come up here. Too many things could go wrong and make a bad situation epically worse. There are mild fuckups and things you can’t come back from. Me taking the trip downtown is a better bet.
 
“If you didn’t pick up your phone, yes. I’ve been calling and calling and calling. And would have pounded on your door all night. I’d do whatever needed to be done until you talked to me. It’s been a week, Manny. Talk to me. Tell me what’s going on.”
 
Avoiding his question again, I say, “That ain’t the smartest move, loco. You’re not exactly unrecognizable. The paparazzi would be up here with the quickness. Not to mention the cops. You don’t come up here making a crapload of noise and not expect the cops to get called.”
 
“Yeah, you’re right. It was a dumb idea, but I wasn’t thinking. You do that to me, you know—cause me to not think straight.”
 
“I see,” I respond with a low grunt. He always does that shit. Make comments about how I affect him. I quickly wonder if he’d been leavin’ me a trail of bread crumbs all this time. Hope slams against my rib cage. Does he have feelings for me too?
 
“Can I see you, Manny?” he asks, his voice that syrupy-sweet tone he uses when we’re in bed. The shit that sucker punches me right in the gut. And now I’m hot, but for an altogether different reason.
 
“What do you need to see me for? Armand not occupying enough of your time?” I was being a dick, but whateva.
 
“Ah, so now we’re getting somewhere. That’s why you’ve been avoiding me? Because of Armand?”
 
I remain silent.
 
“Manny?”
 
“What?” I can’t deal right now. Not with the way he says my name. . . .Manipulative bastard.
“Come see me. Let’s talk about it.”
 
“Nah. No need.” I’m acting like a pissy bitch, but I don’t care. “Got a client in the morning and have to be up early.”
 
“Fine, you won’t come here, then I’m coming to you.”
 
“Didn’t we just agree that that is a dumb idea? What the fuck are you doing?”
 
“You might not want to talk, Manny, but clearly some things need to be addressed. Avoiding the issue won’t make it go away. We need to straighten this out, now.”
 
“Mierda,” I mumble under my breath.
 
“I’ll be there in an hour,” he says before hanging up, leaving me no time to talk him out of it.
 
I almost fling the phone across the room, but if I do, I won’t have shit to use once it’s broken. I bite down on my tongue to tamp back my anger, and I ain’t tasting whiskey no more.
 
He’s an idiot. An idiot for comin’ into my space. An idiot for putting himself out there like that. So what if I wouldn’t go to him? I had been tryna put some distance between us, but it only seemed to make shit more difficult for me, and there is only one explanation.
 
Love. I’m in love with a guy, and I’m so fuckin’ angry. Angry because I can’t do anything about it. I tried to fight it, and I mean hard, but the way I reacted to his voice and to him threatening to trek up to my apartment, risking shit just to talk to me, tells me all I need to know.
 
I am in love with Christopher.


 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

Harper Miller is a thirty-something native New Yorker. She’s traveled the world and lived in a variety of places but always finds her way back to the Big Apple. A lackluster love life leaves time to explore new interests, for Harper it is writing. The Sweetest Taboo: An Unconventional Romance is her debut novel. In her mind, the perfect Alpha male possesses intellect, humor, and a kinky streak that rivals the size of California. When she isn’t writing, Harper utilizes her graduate degree in the field of medical research. She enjoys fitness-related activities, drinking copious amounts of wine and going on bad dates.
 
 
 

 

Twitter ➝ @authorharpmill