Book Blitz with Excerpt + Teasers + Giveaway: Malcolm by D.B. West & Lane Hart @authordbwest @XpressoTours @WritingfromHart

Malcolm by D.B. West & Lane Hart

Series: Dirty Aces MC #1

Publication date: May 30th, 2020

Synopsis (according to Goodreads):

While Malcolm Hyde may look like your very own personal Jesus, he's anything but a saint. Covered in tattoos and leather, he's a smoking hot biker and nothing but trouble. 

As the president of the Dirty Aces MC, Malcolm is known for being cold and calculating. One bad decision--getting into business with the wrong person--is all it takes to bring down the entire MC. It's happened before to his predecessor, which is why Malcolm refuses to let it happen again on his watch. He doesn't trust anyone except for the few men who wear the same ace of spades patch on their back.

And that's exactly why he doesn't ever take his eyes off of me--the new girl. I never intended to make an enemy out of Malcolm or the MC when I was sent to steal everything I could from them.

After Malcolm finds out what I've been doing, he's furious and shows no mercy until I spill all of my secrets, ones that could very well end my life. That's when he makes me a surprising offer--he's willing to take care of all of my problems, and the only thing he's asking for in return is for me to completely surrender myself to him.

Spending two weeks in bed with a bad boy biker sounds more like a reward than a punishment.

There's just one little catch--once he claims my body, there's no guarantee he won't steal my heart too.

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Naomi

Swallowing down a bad case of the nerves, I slowly make my way out until I'm standing beside Malcolm's desk near his feet. A second later, he pounces on me, so fast I didn't even see him stand up. I just blink, and then he's towering over me, his immense size making me gasp. He's always intimidating when he's just sitting down at the bar, but now he's just plain scary standing at least a foot taller than me with his linebacker shoulders blocking out the rest of the room. He's so close I have to tilt my head backward to see his face. Malcolm takes a drag off his cigarette and blows the smoke out of the corner of his lips before reaching around me to put it out in the ashtray, which means the front of his body is pressed even tighter to mine. From the corner of my eye, I then see him reach down and pull something from his pocket or his belt, but I don't know what it is until the sharp point of what can only be a knife is pressing into the center of my chest.

A yelp of surprise escapes me before I find my voice again. "Wh-what are you doing?" I ask him.

He lowers the point until it meets the top of my dress. Grabbing the material with his free hand, the other slices the blade through the fabric, cutting my dress straight down the middle with enough force that I feel the pressure, but it doesn't leave a mark on my skin. All the tips I've stuffed inside earlier float down to the floor around our feet, causing Malcolm to growl angrily through his gritted teeth.

"Those are-are my tips," I tell him as I slap my palms over my bare breasts, feeling way too exposed at the moment wearing only a pair of red panties.

"Sure they are," is his stony reply. "No need to act shy now and cover yourself up. Wasn't it just a few weeks ago that you were rubbing your pussy on my dick like you wanted to ride it?"

"Y-yes," I answer, remembering the embarrassing moment when he said he would never fuck me.

"So, what's the matter? You changed your mind?"

"No." I shake my head to confirm my answer. "No, sir." Malcolm may be scary at the moment, but I still want him. I've wanted him since the second I saw him, even though I know I shouldn't.

"We'll see about that."

Closing the knife on the edge of his desk beside my thigh, he thankfully slips it back into his belt holster. As soon as his hands are free, he spins me around and presses his large palm between my shoulder blades, roughly forcing my bare upper body down until the side of my face is flat against a stack of papers on his desk.

"There's nothing I hate more than liars except for thieves," he mutters. Crap. He knows! "Do you have any idea how furious I am with you?" Keeping one strong hand on the center of my back, the other comes up over my hip, giving my panties a tug when he starts to peel them down my legs.

I shake my head no as much as I can because I'm incapable of speaking now that he has me naked and bent over the desk like he's not planning on letting me up anytime soon. I don't know if he's going to whip me or kill me or fuck me for stealing from him.

He said a few weeks ago that he would never fuck me; but he put the knife away, so I think I can probably cross kill me off the list. Maybe. Hopefully.

"Wh-what are you going to do to me?" I cave and ask.

Placing his lips against my ear, his teeth nip at the cuff before he whispers, "I'm going to fucking ruin you."

About the Authors

USA Today bestselling author D.B. West was born and raised in the southern United States. While studying at the University of North Carolina at Greensboro, he met his wife and fellow author, Lane Hart. They now reside together with their two young daughters and their pets, a pair of Pomeranians.

After losing his father to a lingering illness, West began writing 'Awakening' as a way to channel his emotions, and honor the memory of a true friend. In addition to writing, he enjoys video games, motorcycles, and traveling.

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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Lane Hart has more than forty steamy stories currently available on Amazon. Sign up for her newsletter to receive updates on new releases and free promotions by copying and pasting the link into your browser.

Lane lives in North Carolina with her husband, author D.B. West, their two daughters, a few lazy cats and a pair of rambunctious Pomeranians. She has a Masters in Criminal Justice and spent ten years working as a paralegal for a criminal defense attorney before walking away to become a full-time writer.

In October 2015, the paranormal romance anthology Wicked After Dark, including her standalone, Let Him Reign, hit #13 on the New York Times bestseller list. Since then she's been climbing the Amazon charts with hot new releases. So whether you're looking for MMA superstars, hot cops, arrogant football players, sweet millionaires, or romantic weddings, there's a little bit of something for everyone.

Lane loves to hear from her readers on Facebook, Twitter, on her website, or by email!

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Book Blitz with Excerpt + Teasers + Giveaway: The Divorce Attorney by Melanie Munton @melanie_munton @XpressoTours

The Divorce Attorney by Melanie Munton

Publication date: May 26th, 2020

Synopsis (according to Goodreads):

What are you supposed to do when your insanely hot divorce attorney leans over after you've signed your divorce papers and seductively whispers in your ear, "Give me a call if you want to know how it feels to be handled by a real man you were clearly too much woman for him," before sliding his business card over and walking out the door?

I mean, what do you do with that?

Sure, I'm tempted. I just lost a hundred and eighty pounds of stupid, cheating man. I deserve to treat myself.

The thing is, I think he might be too much man for me.

After all, he's fifteen years my senior, though he doesn't look it.

But the urge to learn what this seasoned pro could teach me proves irresistible.

And as it turns out, he's a pro at a lot of things... like destroying people's lives.

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"I'm sorry, but whatever you think is going to happen here, it won't."

My God, what are you saying?! I thought we agreed to put an end to the stupidity streak!

Carter's mouth tightens. "Why not?"

I'm so bewildered, I almost can't come up with a good reason. "Look at me. Look at you. I'm dressed like a barmaid and working at a dive bar. Trust me, you don't want to get involved with me." I laugh mirthlessly. "I mean, Jesus. You saw it for yourself yesterday. My life is one big knot I've been trying to untangle for years. It's messy."

"Maybe I'm looking for messy."

"Why?"

He pauses. The hazel in his eyes deepens, darkens. The depth I saw in them yesterday is making itself known.

He's one intense layer after another. It takes quite a few years to acquire as many layers as I suspect he's made of.

"Because I've learned that an orderly existence can be a boring one," he eventually answers.

"You mean, you've learned that as a man of your age."

I almost recoil at my words but stand my ground. If we're going to lay our cards out on the table we're going to lay all of them out.

His upper lip curls. "And what do you think my age is, Sloane?"

Ay, caramba.

The way he says my name is a problem. It's far too... smooth and edgy at the same time. What's more is that his expression every time he says it might as well broadcast the words baby, if you burn at the sound of your name on my lips, just wait until you feel what my tongue can do.

Oh, God.

Just the thought of his tongue gliding along my bare skin almost sets me ablaze.

"Thirty-five," I say.

"I'm thirty-eight. Is that a problem for you?"

He's fifteen years older than me.

I should have a problem with that. I mean, that should be an issue. But why again?

Nothing.

Where's my bitchy conscious when I need her now? That ho.

Hedging the question, I ask, "Is it a problem for you that I've only been legal to work in a place like this for two years?"

He slowly shakes his head. "Surprisingly, not one damn bit."

Surprisingly? So, he's as thrown off by this energy between us as I am? Okay, that makes me feel a little better.

Even more surprising, despite the age difference, I haven't really felt a gap between us from the moment we met. For all the focus I've put on how out of my league he is, I've somehow felt on equal ground with him ever since we first locked eyes in his office. It's strange. Our back-and-forth has felt easy, comfortable even. He hasn't acted superior or looked down his nose at me. It's probably the first time I've ever really understood that whole "age is just a number" thing.

Because Carter's age hasn't prevented me from feeling a connection with him.

Hasn't snuffed out the flames I feel scalding my skin.

Hasn't dulled the arousal I feel pooling in my belly.

As I stare at his ruggedly handsome face, framed by the almost boyish cowlick in his hair, I feel my guard weaken a touch. "What can I get you to drink?"

Sensing my temporary capitulation, he relaxes his posture. "Elijah Craig if you've got it. Neat."

Of course, this man would order a not-fucking-around drink. Straight whiskey. No shortcut, no frills, no fuss. Just right to the hard stuff. Clearly, he's a man that can handle a little burn, a little bite. One who takes life as seriously as he does his liquor but can also kick back when the time calls for it.

Damn. That's attractive as hell.

About the Author:

Traveler. Reader. Beach-goer. St. Louis Cardinals fan. Pasta-obsessed. North Carolina resident. Sarcastic. Bit of a nerd. 

Author of the Cruz Brothers, Possession and Politics, and Timid Souls series, Melanie loves all things romance, comedies and suspense in particular because it's boring to only stick to one sub-genre! From light-hearted comedies to sexy thrillers, she likes to mix it up, but loves her some strong alpha males and sassy heroines.

Go visit Melanie's website and sign up for her newsletter to stay updated on release dates, teasers, and other details for all of her projects!

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Book Blitz with Excerpt + Giveaway: I Hate to Stand Alone by Casey Winter @XpressoTours

I Hate to Stand Alone: A Small Town Enemies to Lovers Romance by Casey Winter

Series: Little Fall #1

Publication date: May 29th, 2020

Synopsis (according to Goodreads):

The small town I ran away from. The Navy SEAL I'm supposed to hate. If I can get through this summer without falling for the off-limits alpha, I'll consider myself lucky.

Steamy, intense chemistry... is just one of the things I shouldn't be feeling for Luke Nelson, soldier turned security agency operative. His brother and I were high school sweethearts, but he broke my heart. Plus, our families hate each other, a la the Hatfields and the McCoys.

I return to Little Fall, Maine, to care for my sick mom. He returns to fulfill his brother's last wish of reopening their mother's roller rink. I spent half my childhood at Family Roller... but never with him.

He was the older bad boy. I was the girl next door. Love was never an option. But now we can't stop making eyes at each other.

As I reunite with old family and friends, I learn that Little Fall has just as many secrets as my heart. And even if I'm supposed to say no, my intrigue for dreamy, handsome, rugged Luke Nelson is off the charts.

It turns out I might have a second chance after all... even if it's with my ex-boyfriend's big brother.

This full-length romance has a happily-ever-after and can be read as a full standalone. It is free with Kindle Unlimited.

Subsequent books in the Little Fall series cover different heroes and heroines... though your favorite characters will make appearances.

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Hannah

I take a small sip of wine, letting its flavor burst on my tongue before swallowing. "You know how I hate to stand alone at parties?"

Penny rolls her eyes, a grin of reminiscence lighting up her face. "Do I remember it? Effing hell, Banana, it was one of the running themes throughout our childhoods. You couldn't stand still, like ever. If you weren't doing something, you were dying. That's how it seemed to you. I remember one rare time when you convinced me to come to a party, I found you in the basement with a couple of the so-called dorks--June's brother, right?--playing Dungeons & Dragons."

"Oh, yeah," I giggle, shaking my head at the memory. "I actually forgot about that."

"I asked you what the heck you were doing, and you just looked me dead in the eye in that can't-sit-still Hannah way and said, 'Listen, Penny. I hate to stand alone. It's as simple as that.' All I did was go and use the effing toilet, girl. It wasn't my fault Doug Helmsmore had a bad belly and I had to wait in line for the bathroom, was it?" She giggles. "But that was your little saying, whenever you threw yourself wholeheartedly into a new experience. If I ever called you brave, you'd toss your head and say, 'It's not brave, Lennie, I just hate to stand alone.' But you were wrong, you know. It was brave, is brave, the way you throw yourself into stuff. I could never do it."

"Thank you," I say. "It's really nice of you to say. But the point is, like, lately I've found myself standing alone at parties and having it feel sort of natural. Because even if I like my skating buddies, they're not. I don't know... they're not home. Does that sound cheesy or what?"

Penny waves a hand. "Well, that's great, then. If that's really how you feel, it's win-win. You're happy and I get my bestie back. So what's the problem?"

I pause, swallowing an awkward lump.

"Luke," Penny says a moment later. "He's the spanner in the works, right?"

I nod. "I guess so. To be honest, part of me was wondering if this would happen when I came back here for the long haul, like I sort of expected I might get involved in Little Fall stuff again. But what I definitely didn't expect was for Luke Nelson to reopen Family Roller. I didn't expect to find him completely, insanely irresistible. And I definitely didn't expect to find out that our attraction went beyond just the physical."

"Is that why you keep checking your phone?" she asks.

"What?" I flinch. "Do I?"

Penny rolls her eyes. "Hon, you've checked it at least once a minute."

"That's crazy," I mutter. "I really didn't even realize. But yeah, he texted me saying he wanted me to give him a day, which is sort of annoying, honestly, since I thought last night--well, I guess I thought it meant something."

"Go to Family Roller, then," Penny says firmly. "Go for a skate. If you feel like talking to him, march right up to him and say your piece. If not, just skate. That sounds like a win-win, too."

"But there's a lose in there, as well," I mutter.

"And what's that?"

"He breaks my heart, just like his little brother did."

About the Author:

Hello beautiful readers!

Thank you so, so much for checking out my books. My name is Casey and I just love to write romance with depth and characters you'll be able to connect with. My current series is called Little Fall, named for the town where it's set, but each book is a complete STANDALONE... that said, don't expect Luke, Morgan, Hannah, or Penny (and many others) to disappear anytime soon! Little Fall is a town you can get invested in, for sure.

I just want to say I'm so grateful to you for checking out my work, and I hope you enjoy reading my romances as much as I enjoyed writing them (hopefully without less stressing LOL).

I've been writing ever since I was a little kid, sitting at my dad's fireplace in cozy New England winters and penning stories in my Barbie notepad. More recently, I've switched the notepad for a laptop, but I've never fallen out of love with the craft. Now, I live in just plain ol' England with a hunky husband and a Jack Russell named Loki.

I'd really appreciate if you could follow my Amazon author page, as I'm going to be around for a LONG time.

Bye for now! Or, should I say, see you in Little Fall...

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