Saturday, April 30, 2022



One blind date changes everything.


Unlikely Date, a steamy, playboy meets good girl contemporary romance from Amazon bestselling author Samantha Christy, is available now!



Town playboy.

CEO extraordinaire.

Monumental prick.

And my blind date.


Tag Calloway is toxic. If you aren’t in his small inner circle of friends, you’re nothing.

An inconvenience at best.

And it’s just my luck that my first blind date—heck, my first date since ‘The Incident’––happens to be with him.

I’ve spent years hiding myself from men. From life. Wallowing in guilt and camouflaging my body.

I live for one reason. Gigi. The broken-condom accident who has become the singular light of my life.

Why did I let my friends talk me into this?

He’s the last person I should trust with my feelings. My body. My scars.


But when our night turns into something I never expected, common sense fails me and I fall hard, knowing this time, it won’t be my body that suffers gruesome damage, it will be my heart.


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Samantha Christy’s passion for writing started long before her first novel was published. Graduating from the University of Nebraska with a degree in Criminal Justice, she held the title of Computer Systems Analyst for The Supreme Court of Wisconsin and several major universities around the United States. Raised mainly in Indianapolis, but also living in Lincoln, NE for a time, she decided to devote herself to family upon the birth of her third child and became a stay-at-home mom. It was then when the writing bug really took hold as she was a voracious reader. Being a stay-at-home mom facilitated her ability to follow her dream of becoming an author.

When she is not writing, she keeps busy cruising to every Caribbean island ships sail to. Samantha Christy currently resides near St. Augustine, Florida with her husband and the two of her four children who haven’t flown the nest. Oh, and her dog, Ozzy, who she worships and thinks is the most adorable Whoodle on the planet.



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The Hidden Duchess by Isabella Thorne is now available!
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The Duke is an odious man.

To keep her father from hanging, Caroline must marry this repulsive man. Unless fate steps in and lends a hand, she will be miserable for the rest of her life.

Fate does step in, but only to muck up the works.

Caroline is thrust into a seedy world where she must struggle to survive.

Love is the furthest thing from her mind, as she scrubs chamber pots. But love sometimes grows in the most inhospitable environs and friendships are forged in fire and pain. Sometimes it takes a long while to get to that happily ever after, but that makes it all the sweeter.
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Isabella Thorne is an author of Regency and Georgian Romance. The first grown-up books she read were historical, authored by Georgette Heyer, Victoria Holt and Anna Seton.
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Friday, April 29, 2022








Married to the Rockstar by Christina Hovland is #NowLive!!

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"From heartbreaking to frustrating to tempting, Knox and Irina bring a perfect end to an irresistible romance." - (Isha C., Blogger, Reader, Reviewer - Hopeless Romantic)





What to expect 

Marriage of Convenience/Fake Relationship

Hot Rockstar

Quirky Heroine

Laugh Out Loud moments


All the feels



Jeremy Dillion—a.k.a. Knox—has no intention of succumbing to wedded bliss. Gag, no. His parents divorced when he was young and the only stability in his life comes from his bandmates. But now they’re finding their own forever sweethearts, and Knox is feeling the heat of being a lone wolf in a group effort. Still, an actual relationship? No. Ick.


Irina Carmichael is ready for her big break. The problem is no one takes a second look at her, since she doesn’t fit into the general mold created for Hollywood starlets. Her hips are too big, her nose is too sharp, and her lips are too wide. But she’s so ready to step out of the background and into the spotlight.


When Knox gets trashed in the tabloids, his publicist pitches the idea of an image-saving marriage to Irina. Irina figures the publicity can't hurt and accepts—until the offers for major roles start pouring in, and she doesn’t need the arrangement. Unfortunately, Knox has broken the first rule of marrying an actress for publicity: don’t fall in love. But can he handle a real relationship? And is she ready to stop pretending?




 Married to the Rockstar (Mile High Rocked, #3)Married to the Rockstar by Christina Hovland

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

A treasure in an already delightful series. Hovland pulls out all the stops. From heartbreaking to frustrating to tempting, Knox and Irina bring a perfect end to an irresistible romance. Married to the Rockstar is a quiet storm with fierce emotion and never-ending heart.

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She’s too hot to handle, and I’m about to get burned.

Big Hose, an all new scorching hot, firefighter contemporary romance from New York Times bestselling author Jasinda Wilder, is now available!

Putting out fires is more than just a job, it's my passion in life. There’s no time for anything else but the job...until I meet her. And now I’m on fire for her, only there's no hose big enough to extinguish these flames.

She’s too hot to handle, and I’m about to get burned.

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Saving lives is what I do. As a career paramedic married to the job, I’ve never thought much about my love life—or my lack of one, if I’m being honest—until it's his life I'm worried about saving. Now I’ve got a scorching hot firefighter burning up my life and setting my body on fire. No matter how hot he is or how hot things are between us, however, there’s one rule in my life which I refuse to break: Never date a fireman.

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Will we find each other in the flames of this romance, or will we simply add another scar to the collection?

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NEW YORK TIMES, USA TODAY, WALL STREET JOURNAL and international bestselling author Jasinda Wilder is a Michigan native with a penchant for titillating tales about sexy men and strong women. Her bestselling titles include ALPHA, STRIPPED, WOUNDED, and the #1 Amazon and international bestseller FALLING INTO YOU. You can find her on her farm in Northern Michigan with her husband, author Jack Wilder, her six children and menagerie of animals.

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Her and her otters are going to be trouble.

Otterly Into You, a hilarious and sexy, small town rom com prequel from New York Times bestselling author Erin Nicholas, is available now and #FREE! 

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They’re not-quite enemies. They’re not-really friends. They’re definitely not lovers.

But they’re absolutely going to be one of those things when this is over.

He really doesn’t want to want this woman.

Or her otters.

And no, “otters” is not a euphemism.


She has otters. And she wants him to take care of them. And he's going to say yes.

Is that going to get him laid?



Is that a good idea?

Definitely not.

Is he going to do it anyway?

Absolutely yes.

And he isn’t at all surprised to find that’s just the start of all the chaos…


Otterly Into You is the prequel to the full-length, stand-alone, HEA, rom com Kiss My Giraffe! 




Piper Rayne has revealed the cover for My Fake Fiancé!

Releasing: August 23, 2022

Cover Design: Hang Le Designs

Photographer: Wander Aguiar Photography

I never felt truly desired by a man—until him.

My sisters are always the ones who catch a guy's eye at first sight. I'm used to attracting guys because I'm funny, or kind, or have a beautiful face. Never has my curvy figure drawn the attention of a man as hot as Noah.

But the second he stepped foot into my small town Alaskan inn, his gaze swept over me with desire, igniting a flame I thought was dead. He flirted with me, and I might've left two chocolates on his pillow at turndown, but that's where it stayed.

Over the years, he's floated in and out of town while a friendship developed between us. Which is probably for the best because I'm not a one-night stand kind of woman.

Which is funny because when he propositions me to be his fake fiancé in order to end a family feud, it turns out I am the kind of woman willing to pretend to be the one he's in love with.

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Romancing the wrong girl never felt so right…

The Billionaire’s Guide to The Marriage Deal, an all new, spicy, marriage-of-convenience romantic comedy, filled with delicious banter and steam from debut author Piper Marlowe, is out now and we have a look inside!

When my grandparents founded the Taylor Corporation, it was to make life better for future generations of Taylors.
But Grandma Sofia doesn’t think said generations are trustworthy enough to take over.

“Get married and prove you have an eye to the future,” she said.
“It'll be easy,” she said.

But “easy” is not exactly the word I’d use to describe the new Mrs. Easton Taylor. Phoebe isn't exactly my type, which is the plan–easy to marry, easy to walk away from. She makes flashcards for fun. She’s mouthy, sexy, and uninhibited. Worst of all, I'm now stepfather to a cat named Roger.

Some would call it a marriage of convenience.
But what I got into is more of a convenience store arrangement . . . an overpriced, fast, knockoff version of the real thing.

So why do I actually like the cat? And why can't I stop imagining something more real with my fake wife?

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“Miss? Can you come over here for a second?”
Even all the way across the clubhouse, I can see her eyes narrow at the gesture. I don’t blame her. But she gamely scoops up the water I asked for and approaches.
“You gentlemen need something else?” she asks, setting the glass down beside me. Her eyes find mine, and I flash an apologetic grimace.
“What’s your name?” Max recaptures her attention.
The wary expression never leaves her face. Clearly she thinks we’re about to complain to a manager or something. “Phoebe.”
“Phoebe.” Max turns on the thousand-watt smile his Midwestern family all share. “My friend here will give you five grand to have lunch with him.”
Under the table, I kick him in the shin. To his credit, that smile doesn’t even waver.
Phoebe narrows her eyes. “Why?”
“Why not?” Max shrugs.
“For starters, because I’m not a prostitute.” She turns back to me, her gaze shifting in the type of once-over I’m more accustomed to giving than receiving. “And he’s not so hideous he’d need to pay a woman for a lunch date.”
My eyebrows rise. Did she just refer to me as only mildly hideous?
“So, I’m assuming the issue is terrible social skills. Still, five thousand seems excessive. Just hire a life coach, bud.” She settles her tray under her arm. “Pretty sure that would cost a lot less.” Then she tilts her head. “Although, I did serve a whole table of them here last week, so maybe they charge more than I think…”
“Told you,” Dylan murmurs to Max.
I need to pull this out of the fire. Otherwise, she’s going to think I really am some socially incompetent psycho—or worse, that I was actually trying to buy sex.
“Just lunch,” I promise. “Nothing a prostitute would do.”
She arches a brow. “Prostitutes don’t eat lunch?”
The assholes I call friends burst into laughter. Even I gotta fight to suppress a grin. Okay. So she’s funny. That’s a start. A start to what? This is a terrible idea, remember?
I suppress my inner critic. “An hour of your time. Five thousand dollars. I’ll write the check in advance if it makes you feel better.”
Suddenly, a look of understanding dawns on her face. “Is this an MLM?”
“MLM?” What the hell is that? I thought I knew all the major kinks. Is she into something even I haven’t heard of?
Promising, whispers the side of me I definitely should not be listening to right now. The side that can’t help noting the way she’s standing, hip cocked to one side, and how it accentuates the curve of her narrow waist and makes her ass jut out even farther in those grotesque uniform slacks.
Never thought I’d appreciate a uniform, but damn.
“You know, one of those multi-level marketing schemes. You recruit me to sell fancy face serums, but first I have to spend the five grand you give me on buying a million myself, and then I have to convince all my closest friends to pour their life savings into buying them from me if I want to make any profit…”
I frown. “Why would I think you need a face serum?”
She shrugs. “I don’t know what you’re into, big guy.”
I stare. No, she really, really doesn’t. Because it’s pretty much the opposite of her. She’s mouthy, suspicious, argumentative. As an actual wife, I can already tell she’d be a complete pain in the ass


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For national security reasons, her identity is a secret. As a matter of fact, there’s a good chance that at this very moment, she’s undercover, speaking with a bad Lithuanian accent to a bunch of shady characters. She can neither confirm nor deny that she’s writing ultra-fun, uber-witty, hot-darn-sexy romance to distract from the stress of her current clandestine operation.
Or maybe romance writing is the cover for a cover?
She could tell you, but then she’d have to…you know. That.

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An Irish mobster with a brutal grudge.
An Italian mafia princess with a dark secret.

Brutal Vows, an all-new steamy and powerful dark enemies-to-lovers mafia standalone romance from international bestselling author J.T. Gessinger is available now!

An Irish mobster with a brutal grudge.
An Italian mafia princess with a dark secret.

Two enemy empires joined in sacred marriage vows.

Let the hating games begin.

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I get only a glimpse of the woman in the window before the curtains fall back into place and she disappears, but the image of her is seared onto my retinas.
Dark hair, red lips, olive skin.
A black, low-cut dress.
Acres of cleavage.
And eyes that glittered silver in the afternoon sun like the flash of coins at the bottom of a wishing well.
She can’t be Liliana, the lass I’m here to meet. I’ve seen pictures of her. She has a sweet, innocent face. A shy, lovely smile.
The woman in the window looks like she’d only smile if she were slitting your throat.
Mindful of the armed guards, I say in Gaelic to Kieran, “I thought the lass’s mother died?”
Standing beside me, he follows my gaze and looks up at the blank window.
“Aye. Why?”
“Who else lives here?”
He shrugs. “Dunno. From the size of the bloody place, probably a thousand people.”
She’s not a servant, that much I know. There wasn’t a hint of servitude in those flashing eyes.
She looked more like a warlord about to lead an army of soldiers into battle.
“This way,” says the guard nearest to me. He nods toward an arched opening in the brick wall that leads from the circular driveway into an interior courtyard.
Dismissing the thought of the mystery woman, I button my suit jacket and follow behind the guard as he leads Kieran and me away from the car. The other guard walks behind us. We’re led through the lushly landscaped courtyard to a set of enormous carved oak doors, flanked on either side by towering marble columns.
The main house looms over us, three sprawling stories of beige limestone with elaborate balustrades and scrolled iron balconies, topped by a line of Roman centurion statues gazing down at us from a ledge on the red-tiled roof.
Inside the main foyer, the décor becomes even more ostentatious.
Naked cherubs frolic with hairy satyrs and woodland nymphs in colorful frescoes on the walls. Instead of one drop-crystal chandelier overhead, there are three. The floor is black marble, the carved mahogany furniture is edged in gilt, and my eyes are starting to water from the kaleidoscope glare of stained-glass windows.
Under his breath, Kieran says, “Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. Looks like Liberace hurled his lunch all over the bloody place.”
He’s right. It’s fucking awful.
I have to force myself not to turn around and walk out.
“Ah, Mr. Quinn!”
I turn to my right. A man approaches with his hands spread open in greeting.
He’s fit, of average height, and somewhere around forty. His dark hair is slicked back with pomade. Wearing a navy blue pinstripe suit I can tell is custom made, a powder blue tie with a diamond tie pin, a chunky diamond watch, and a gold pinky ring on each hand, he oozes wealth, privilege, and power.
His cologne reaches me before he does.
His smile is blinding.
I hate him on sight.
“Mr. Caruso, I presume.”
He grabs one of my hands in both of his and pumps it up and down like he’s a political candidate campaigning for my vote.
“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. Welcome to my home.”
“Thank you. It’s a pleasure to meet you as well.”
He hasn’t stopped grinning or shaking my hand.
Ten more seconds of this shite, and I’ll break those Chiclet teeth of his.
“This is my associate, Mr. Byrne.” I extract my hand from Caruso’s death grip and gesture to Kieran, who inclines his head respectfully.
“Mr. Byrne, welcome. And please, both of you, call me Gianni. I prefer if we’re all on a first name basis, don’t you?”
I’d rather blind myself with acid, you wanker.
Kieran politely offers his name. I offer nothing. There’s an awkward pause while Caruso waits, but he gets the hint and suggests we retire to his study to speak in private.
After what feels like a death march through miles of echoing corridors, we arrive at the study. It’s probably larger than the law library at Notre Dame. We sit across from Caruso in a pair of leather chairs so uncomfortable, they had to be designed by sadists.
I haven’t been here ten minutes, and I’m already regretting the fuck out of this.
Until she walks in the door.
Dark hair, red lips, olive skin.
A black, low-cut dress.
Acres of cleavage.
Not only cleavage, but long legs and an hourglass figure that would make any man stupid with lust.
If he wasn’t too busy being turned to stone by the ice in her eyes, that is. I’ve never seen an attractive serial killer, but I bet this is exactly what she’d look like.

About J.T. Geissinger

J.T. Geissinger is a #1 internationally bestselling author of twenty-seven novels. Ranging from funny, feisty rom coms to intense, edgy suspense, her books have sold over five million copies and been translated into more than a dozen languages.
She is a three-time nominee in both contemporary and paranormal romance for the RITA® Award, the highest distinction in romance fiction from the Romance Writers of America®. She is also a recipient of the Prism Award for Best First Book and the Golden Quill Award for Best Paranormal/Urban Fantasy.
She’s a Southern California native currently living in Nevada with her husband and rescue kitty, Zoe.

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