Saturday, October 31, 2020

Book Blitz with Excerpt + Giveaway: Stroke of Midnight by K. Webster @KristiWebster @XpressoTours

 

Stroke of Midnight by K. Webster
Publication date: October 27th, 2020

Synopsis:
Money can buy anything. And anyone. As the head of the Constantine family, I'm used to people bowing to my will. Cruel, rigid, unyielding--I'm all those things. When I discover the one woman who doesn't wither under my gaze, but instead smiles right back at me, I'm intrigued.

Ash Elliott needs cash, and I make her trade in crudeness and degradation for it. I crave her tears, her moans. I pay for each one. And every time, she comes back for more. When she challenges me with an offer of her own, I have to decide if I'm willing to give her far more than cold hard cash.

But love can have deadly consequences when it comes from a Constantine. At the stroke of midnight, that choice may be lost for both of us.


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I guide her over to the table, catching her before she busts her ass and costs me a grand. She shoots me a murderous expression that has be chuckling. As soon as Nate and Perry look our way, possessiveness tightens its grip on me.

She's hot.

I know this.

I just don't like seeing the fact that they know this too.

"Nate, Perry," I greet, nodding at them both. "This is my new assistant, Ash Elliott."

Perry grins at her and pats the spot next to him. "Nice to meet you. Sit. I won't bite."

He won't bite because I'd rip his teeth out one by one if he even tried. Rather than threaten my baby brother, I steel my features and assist Ash into the booth. Nate watches with amusement gleaming in his eyes. Once she's seated, I scoot in beside her.

"I ordered a round," Nate says as the waitress drops off four beers and eight shots.

I knock back my first shot, eager to numb some of this jealous rage burning inside me. The alcohol calms me, and I gulp down my other shot right after. When I glance up, Nate is smirking at me. Fucking prick.

"So we're both newbies," Perry says to Ash. "We both have to work for this tyrant."

She laughs. A genuine laugh. For my brother.

"At least he pays well," she replies, flashing me a saucy grin that makes my dick harden instantly.

Perry starts asking her a million questions about her age and where she lives and whatever else he can ramble on about. All I seem to focus on is the way he checks her out every three seconds. And when I look over at Nate to complain, he's doing much of the same.

I get it.

She's shiny and young and mesmerizing.

But they can find their own goddamn toy.

Nate asks Perry something, stealing his attention. I lean in, brushing my lips against Ash's ear. "Five thousand for your panties."

She turns to look at me, a warning glinting in her stare. It's cute that she thinks she gets a break from our games.

"Take them off now. Be discreet. Don't let them see what you're doing, or they'll only want you more. Those fuckers already think they have a chance with you, but you're mine, little girl. I want your panties off and in my pocket within five minutes."

"Fine," she hisses.

Perry starts talking to her again which means she's ignoring me. But I focus on every shift and movement. She's trying to be subtle, but both Perry and Nate are distracted by her fidgeting. To help her out, I ask Nate about his newest acquisition and Perry's part in it. While they animatedly discuss it, Ash pushes her dress up her thighs. I'm crowding her so I have up-close access to peer down between her and the table to see what she's up to. The moment her hand disappears underneath, I have the urge to whip my dick out and impale her on it.

The table goes quiet, all three of us focused on Ash. She starts rambling about Columbia University, but no one is listening. We're all watching as she squirms, trying hard to get her panties off.

"Need some help?" I ask against her ear, running my palm up her bare thigh. "I could assist."

She shudders when I tease my finger along the edge of her panty line under dress. I hook my finger under the flimsy string at her hip, tugging it down. I have to pull it roughly to get one side off her ass and to her thigh. Reaching over, I do the same for the other side. Once her panties are sitting at her upper thighs, I run my fingers on the inside, pleased as fuck to feel the wetness there.

"You may continue," I rumble.

She straightens her dress to keep herself covered and then she pulls the material toward her knees. Nate is grinning, but Perry looks like he might ask her to marry him. Fucking chump.

The rest of her task is smooth sailing. As soon as she has them fisted in her hand, she shoves them against my crotch. I groan at her touch on my dick.

"There. Happy?"

"Elated."


K Webster is a USA Today Bestselling author. Her titles have claimed many bestseller tags in numerous categories, are translated in multiple languages, and have been adapted into audiobooks. She lives in "Tornado Alley" with her husband, two children, and her baby dog named Blue. When she's not writing, she's reading, drinking copious amounts of coffee, and researching aliens.

You can easily find K Webster on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Pinterest, and Goodreads!

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Book Blitz + Excerpt + Giveaway: Shopping For A CEO's Baby by Julia Kent @jkentauthor @XpressoTours

 

Shopping For A CEO's Baby by Julia Kent
Series: Shopping for a Billionaire #16
Publication date: October 27th, 2020

Synopsis:
It's Andrew and Amanda's turn... in duplicate.

We're having twins.

Twins.

Which means my shooters are stronger than my brother's. I win.

Yeah, yeah, everyone can say it's not a competition, but it is.

And we all know it.

Two babies at once means double the fun, and double the misery for my poor wife, Amanda. While I'm growing a Fortune 500 company, she's growing two entire human beings out of nothing but orange cheese snacks and ice cream.

Do you have any idea how hard I've worked during this pregnancy, tracking down orange smoothies for her?

Not to mention being forced to Facetime into a childbirth class on perineal massage, rescuing Chuckles the cat from being shaved bald by my two-year-old niece, and fighting with a wife who has named the twins Lefty and Righty.

By the time we hit the ninth month, my entire world revolves around pleasing--and protecting--her.

Even if it means humiliating myself in the name of love.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute, now.

Hold on.

Is she the one who's winning?

Andrew and Amanda are BACK in the newest New York Times bestselling Shopping series book as they "beat" Declan and Shannon in the baby competition, but at what cost? As their future awaits them in the form of twins, Amanda and Andrew face ghosts from the past with wit, humor, and most of all--plenty of love.


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Amanda

I open my eyes, the words running through my head before I'm fully awake.

Twenty-three weeks, three days.

That's my first thought.

The second is: I need to hump my husband.

Some impulse centers itself between my legs, turning me into a rocking nerve ending, entire body so horny, it's like some gene in me got flipped and my entire purpose in life is to orgasm in a continuous loop.

"Help," I whisper to Andrew as I slide my bare thigh against his hair-covered one, his body gloriously nude, which only ratchets up my sex-crazed fever.

"What's wrong?"

"I need you to let me have sex with you again."

One eye narrows, the other holding steady as I reach for him, finding him halfway to where I need him.

"Excuse me?"

"Can I please have sex with you again? I know we just did it--" I look at the clock, squinting to read the numbers, "--seven hours ago, but I--"

The kiss answers me.

"You don't have to ask."

"Of course I do! Consent is very important."

His erection twitches in my hand, jumping slightly.

"There's my consent."

This isn't slow sex. It's fast and hard, the kisses hot, my legs parted and my body centered over him in seconds. The grinding need to have him touch the deep ache inside and unclench it is too furious, too intense to ignore.

I'm bent over him, hips rolling up, belly hardening with each curl as I ride, ride, ride to climax. My thighs pull him in deeper, knees pressing against his tight ass, my hands on his chest, his head bobbing up to suck on breast at the perfect moment of ecstasy, making me moan into eternity.

And then--snap. I'm done.

I climb off and kiss his cheek.

"Thank you!"


New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Julia Kent writes romantic comedy with an edge. Since 2013, she has sold more than 2 million books, with 4 New York Times bestsellers and more than 19 appearances on the USA Today bestseller list. Her books have been translated into French and German, with more titles releasing in 2020 and beyond.

From billionaires to BBWs to new adult rock stars, Julia finds a sensual, goofy joy in every contemporary romance she writes. Unlike Shannon from Shopping for a Billionaire, she did not meet her husband after dropping her phone in a men's room toilet (and he isn't a billionaire she met in a romantic comedy).

She lives in New England with her husband and three children where she is the only person in the household with the gene required to change empty toilet paper rolls.




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Book Blitz with Excerpt + Giveaway: Who's Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf? by Janie Marie @janiemarie1617 @XpressoTours


Who's Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf? by Janie Marie
Series: The Big Bad Wolf Trilogy #1
Publication date: October 27th, 2020

Synopsis:
Fantasizing about Trevor Grimm is Kylie Hood's favorite escape from her cruel reality. So, when he asks for her help on a school project, sparks are bound to fly and her dreams are going to come true...

Not in this fairy tale.

No, everything changes when Kylie meets Logan Grimm, Trevor's older cousin and a professional MMA fighter some call the Big Bad Wolf.

He's the first person to peer under the hood she hides beneath. He's the first person to see the signs that something is wrong. He's the first person to give her any attention. And he's offering to help protect her.

But Logan's world isn't safe. It's dirty, exhilarating, and dangerous. It's everything Kylie needs to stay away from.


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Lifting her shaking, sweating hand, Kylie knocked three times. It felt as though her stomach was being tied in knots and then cut apart with a jagged knife. A completely nauseous feeling, really. Her oatmeal from the early morning hours was seriously at risk of being sprayed all over the door in front of her.

There was no going back though. She was here, staring at the bedroom door that was slowly being pulled open.

The door creaked and came to a stop as it revealed Logan Grimm. Her stomach clenched and her body began to tremble upon seeing him.

Logan hadn't even noticed her yet. He was looking down at his phone with a slight frown on his face.

Kylie couldn't help but admire him in the moment. It was ridiculous for someone to be so attractive, but he was more than that. Logan Grimm was drop dead sexy.

"Hood?" he said, sounding surprised to see her standing outside his bedroom door on a Sunday afternoon.

It was a bold move on her part to just let herself into his apartment, but she couldn't exactly go knock on the front door now. "Hey," she whispered, feeling stupid because she had probably been standing there gawking at him. He was probably used to that look from her by now anyway. "I wanted to talk to you, if that's okay?"

That signature smirk formed on his tempting lips as he crossed his arms over his chest and looked her up and down. The look made her squirm in place. No one had ever looked at her the way he did. It wasn't romantic, at all. After all, she was simply a girl he wanted to get in his bed. But in a strange way, she couldn't help but feel flattered that he put her in such an intimate category with himself. No one had put her in the category, not until Logan Grimm had set eyes on her.

"I didn't think I'd see you again." He slid his phone into his pocket. "Figured you were running away. Are you okay?" His eyes lost that lustful gleam and scanned her full length.

Looking away from his intense scrutiny, she played with the hem of her hoodie. "I didn't think you would either," she mumbled, realizing how crazy this all was. It still surprised her that she was going to go through with this. "Are you busy? I can come back--or maybe you've changed your mind. Or you're mad. Oh my God, I'm so stupid... You were playing with me!" Tears instantly threatened to fall. All her bravery, all her confidence was being yanked right out of her shaking hands while full-blown panic set in. Thoughts of his possible lies spun out of control in her head, along with the possibilities of him only messing with her the whole time.

All she could think was run. And unable to look at his confused face any longer, she quickly turned to leave.

But seeing that Logan was apparently descended from a god, he was too fast for her. He snagged a hold of her sleeve, letting out a low chuckle, and kept her still while she struggled to free herself. "Hood," he said, sounding as if he was trying to soothe a small child. Obviously, he was ready to laugh and make her realize just how stupid she was to ever have believed he was genuine in his concern for her.

It only threw her further down the pit of embarrassment. She was going to be a laughing stock.

"Look at me, Hood."

The seriousness in his tone caused her to stop fighting him and lift her head. His dark eyes were fixed on her face, studying her carefully.

"I'm sorry I came," she said, trying not to sound so pathetic, but she was embarrassed and had never felt more stupid than she did in that moment.

"Why?"

"Because I realize now you didn't mean anything you said before," she said, almost yelling as a traitorous tear escaped.

He frowned and reached out to rub her tear away. It wasn't like her books where she melted or felt sparks from a guy's touch. No, his thumb was a bit rough against her smooth skin, and his caress was more like an upset parent wiping away dirt from a child's face.

"How did you jump to that conclusion when I only asked if you were okay?" he asked, baffled. 

She wanted to retort with some proof supporting her reaction, but she stayed quiet.

"I wasn't lying about anything yesterday." He searched her face. "Did you change your mind about us dating?" He seemed a little shocked, but his surprise vanished as he looked over her shoulder.

She felt someone watching them, and she shook a tiny bit because only one person should be in his apartment. Trevor. God, she'd completely forgotten about him. "I did." She swallowed nervously, prepared for him to start laughing and to toss her out.

"Good." He kept staring over her shoulder, then he smirked. "I hope you're not a screamer." Her eyes went wide as he grabbed her hoodie near her tummy and tugged gently. "Because it looks like we're going to have an audience." With that, Logan winked at Trevor and pulled her inside his room.




Janie Marie is a native Texan and resides in her hometown north of Austin, Texas, where she devotes her time to family, pets, and her writing.
Much of her life experiences--good and a lot of bad--are where she has chosen to draw inspiration from to create her characters and stories. It's important to her to create the kind of characters she needs or needed at one point in time because she wanted to create something only the saddest souls would recognize as brave and strong.
Be ready for raw, emotional tales, as Janie never holds back. With her darkest thoughts she found light is still possible, that the sad girl can sometimes glow the brightest. Because she is beauty surrounded by darkness.




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