The Governess Club by Ellie MacDonald, Interview

Blurb

Four regency misses, making their ways as governesses, make a pact work together in order to leave London and support themselves in the country. Thus, the Governess Club was born. But little did they know that their heroes might have something else to say about the matter.

Claire

Claire Bannister just wants to be a good governess so that she, and the other ladies of the Governess Club, can make enough money to leave their jobs and start their own school in the country. But when the new, sinfully handsome, and utterly distracting tutor arrives, Claire finds herself caught up in a whirlwind romance that could change the course of her future. Jacob Knightly has a secret. He’s actually the notorious Earl of Rimmel. He’s just posing as a tutor to escape his reputation in the city. He never expected to fall in love with the beautiful and kind governess. She is the first person to love him for himself and not his title. But when Jacob’s true identity is revealed, Claire realizes she has risked her reputation and her heart on a man she doesn’t truly know. Will Jacob be able to convince her that the Wild Earl has been tamed and that she is the true Countess of his heart? Excerpt: http://www.elliemacdonald.com/claire-teaser.html Buy Links Kindles: amazon.ca 　amazon.com　amazon.co.uk Nook: barnesandnoble.com 　Bonnie Miss Bonnie Hodges, governess to the Darrow family, is desperately trying to hold it together. Tragedy has struck and she is the sole person left to be strong for the two little boys in her care. When the new guardian arrives, she hopes that things will get better. She wasn’t expecting her new employer to be the most frustrating, overbearing, and ... handsome man she’s ever seen. Sir Stephen Montgomery is utterly distracted. He should be trying to figure out how his two best friends were killed in a suspicious accident and why the new young viscount seems destined to be the next victim. But he can’t concentrate on anything but his growing feelings for the beautiful, mysterious, and utterly captivating governess. Together they put their heads together to save the two young boys but will Stephen’s feelings for Bonnie get in the way of their search for a killer?   Buy Links:   Kindles: amazon.ca 　amazon.com 　amazon.co.uk Nook: barnesandnoble.com Link to Follow Tour: http://tastybooktours.blogspot.com/2013/08/now-booking-tasty-virtual-book-tour-for_4149.html

Author Info

Ellie Macdonald has held several jobs beginning with the letter t: taxi-driver, telemarketer and most recently, teacher. She is thankful her interests have shifted to writing instead of taxidermy or tornado chasing. Having travelled to five different continents, she has swum with elephants, scuba dived coral mazes, visited a leper colony and climbed waterfalls and windmills, but her favorite place remains Regency England. She currently lives in Ontario, Canada. The Governess Club series is her first published work.

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Interview

Tell us about your story-

1. About how long did it take you to write the story?

Writing Claire took about eight months in total to complete. It’s not a very long story, but during this time, my life underwent many large changes. I started writing spring of 2012 when I was living in England. That summer, visa issues forced me to leave my job overseas and return to Canada. Two weeks after that I found myself moving again, 800 kilometres to a remote northern community, finding myself having to adjust to yet another new job and new lifestyle. So writing was put on the back burner, so to speak. It wasn’t until early winter that I was able to have the time to dedicate to finishing the story.

Bonnie, however, took only about four months to complete. I was much more organized and had the time to dedicate to the project.

2. Did you have any trouble writing it at all?

Aside from the time issues, Claire came quite easily. I had more trouble with Bonnie as it delves into a genre I have no experience in writing: murder mystery. I think I did a good enough job to make the story work, but I have no illusions regarding the complexity and expertise of the subplot.

Tell us a little bit about you as a writer-

3. Do you have any kind of writing schedule?

I wish I could have one! My day job, teaching, can be quite consuming; the demands on my time fluctuates, depending on the time of year. Most of my writing is limited to weekends and can only be considered as frantic, trying to get in as much as I possibly can. When there are school breaks, I try to keep myself to a 2000 word a day expectation and I tend to be more productive in the evenings and late nights. There have been many times where I finally look up from the computer to find it’s 2am!

4. What is your writing environment like?

Pretty plain and non-descript, actually. I am sure many would find it hard to be creative in such a place! I sit at the table in my kitchen/dining room, white walls surrounding me, the white fridge to my right and the white chest freezer at my back. The faux-hardwood laminate is cold on my feet, the chairs hard and the lighting harsh. But it works for me. The fridge is where I tape up my planning sheets, so whenever I get stuck or forget where the story is going, it’s just a quick glance away.

5. And what would your ideal writing environment be like? J

I’m not too sure, actually. I’ve written in so many different environments because they were the only ones available to me, so I’ve had to be adaptable. I’ve never really thought about what I would need in order to have a designed writing space, but I’m sure it would run along the lines of a comfortable leather chair and a desk that fits me properly so I don’t have to hunch like I do at my dining room table.

6. Did you always want to be a writer?

I’ve always been good at writing, but never really thought of pursuing it as a career until several years ago. It was the summer between university degrees 2 and 3 and I had just finished reading a book. I got to thinking about something that isn’t normally included in romance novels; if it is, it usually appears as part of a back story or as a blacked out experience. And then I thought, "Well, if that’s in there, what if this was in the story? And that? And then this?" I knew I wouldn’t ever find a romance novel that had all those components and therefore knew in order to read it, I would have to write it. So I began typing away. I didn’t take it seriously at first, but about halfway through, I noticed that I was enjoying the process, enjoying what I was writing, and most importantly, the people to whom I had given sections to read were enjoying it. It was then that I realized that writing could actually be a reality for me and looking back at the story, I can see the shift in the writing when I began to take it more seriously. Of course, that story needs to be completely scrapped and re-written before I would even consider submitting it to my editor; I consider it more as part of my development as a writer than an actual readable story.

7. What’s the first thing you can remember writing? (it doesn’t have to be published)

Oh wow, this is a bit embarrassing to share. It was the winter my parents bought a brand new Polaroid camera – I must have been about 10 years old – and we had a blast shaking the pictures to develop them. One afternoon, my younger brother and I went around the house taking pictures of what everyone was doing and put it all together into a single-edition newspaper. The one "article" I remember had a picture of my mother taking croissants out of the oven and questioning whether or not she was baking slugs.

8. Do you have any advice for new writers?

Read, read, read and then write, read, write, read, write. Read books on writing. Read the genre you want to write in, read those you don’t. Read books that are always on your favourite list, read new authors to see what editors are looking for and what gets published. Take notes on what you like and what you don’t like; then be sure to include things that you like and avoid that which you don’t. Just don’t ever stop reading.

Tell us a little bit about you as a person-

9. How do you spend your time when you’re not writing?

When I’m not working at all, I love to read. Not very surprising, but there it is. I can spend the entire day lost between the covers of a well-written romance. I also love spending time with friends, either at one of our places or out at a pub. I love talking with them, playing board games with them, travelling with them, etc. I recently went to a married friend’s house to have brunch with them and their family and ended up staying until dinner. It’s what I do.

10. What are you currently reading?

A book by Mary Balogh called The Arrangement. It’s the second book in her new series called The Survivor’s Club which follows a group of friends who have been thrown together by mutual suffering from the Napoleonic Wars. Ms. Balogh is by far one of my favourite authors and I always eagerly wait for her releases. Since e-books came into existence, she’s been able to publish her backlist, which has meant that I don’t have to wait so long between stories – her old ones are new to me!

11. If you could go anywhere in the world where would you go, and why?

This is too hard of a question for me to answer. I am a big traveller; I have already been to five of the seven continents and plan to go to all of them. There are far too many places that I want to go to – and return to! – to give this question the answer it deserves.

12. And finally where can my readers find you?

My website is www.elliemacdonald.com. My Facebook page is www.facebook.com/ElleMacdonaldAuthor and you can follow me on Twitter @elliemacdauthor.

Thanks so much for having me! It’s been a pleasure answering your questions.

~Ellie.

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If You Want Me by Tara Mills

 

 

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An　irresistible　woman. An undeniable proposal.

Even the unthinkable can sound reasonable when you mix alcohol, sexual frustration, and a bachelorette party—especially a bold proposition. Now in the light of day, Naomi’s hung over, horrified, and anxious about facing this complicated man again and the unexplored feelings their encounter brought with it.

She called, he came, but Ryan didn't exactly conquer. Is it too much to hope that Naomi will give him a do-over? She can’t avoid him, not when he’s walking her down the aisle. But who ever heard of a bridesmaid getting cold feet?　

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Excerpt

　"I really need to get laid," slurred Naomi, sagging drunkenly against her friend Becky.

　 　The entire table fell silent and stared at her. Every squeal over the upcoming honeymoon, every gush over the bridal gown came to a screeching halt.　

　 　Becky turned on her, aghast, then shoved Naomi upright in her chair again. "What the hell?" she hissed under her breath.　

　 　Naomi scrunched up her brow, perplexed as she weaved and wobbled, trying to focus on all the faces swimming in front of her. The female half of tomorrow’s wedding party. Each of them decked out and tarted up for tonight’s bachelorette blow-out.

　 　"What?" Naomi asked, stupefied by the wide eyes directed her way. "It’s been six months. Six damn months!" she added in a woeful tone. "Who wouldn’t have boner on the brain?"

　 　Two of the women across the table started to laugh behind their hands, but Becky shot to her feet anyway and grabbed Naomi’s arm, hauling her up too.

　 　"Sorry about this." Becky gave Melissa, the bride, a pained and apologetic smile. "I think someone’s had one too many appletinis."

　 　Becky grabbed both purses and slipped them over her arm and dragged Naomi through the crowded club and out to the sidewalk. She caught the eye of the first valet she saw and handed him the ticket. He dashed off to get their car.

　 　"He’s kinda cute," said Naomi, swaying on her heels, her eyes fixed on his back as he disappeared into the night.

　 　Becky gritted her teeth. "Would you stop?"

　 　"Stop what?" Naomi blinked, nonplussed.

　 　"The horny talk. It’s embarrassing."

　 　Naomi frowned. "Is it? I’m sorry. I just need sex. I really want it, Beck. I want it bad."

　 　"So I gather. No alcohol for you tomorrow."

　 　That comment earned a snort. "Who cares about alcohol?"

　 　"It makes you weird."

　 　"Don’t I know it!" Naomi nodded sagely. "Beck, I’m getting the strangest ideas."

　 　"Yeah, I noticed." Their car pulled up and Becky caught hold of Naomi’s upper arm and steered her to the curb. A second valet came forward to open the passenger door while the first man got out and waited for Becky on the driver’s side.

　 　Naomi gave the guy holding her door a sweet smile and cupped his ass before dropping gracelessly into the passenger seat. One of her shoes fell to the pavement next to the car. The guy bent down and picked it up. He had a funny little smile going, and if she wasn’t totally mistaken, he was chuckling.

　 　"Like Cinderella!" Naomi laughed when he handed it to her then stuck her bare foot out the open door at him. "Don’t you want to put it on me?"

　 　Becky snapped at her from the driver’s side, "Naomi! Shut the hell up and let the guy close your door."

　 　Naomi snickered and rolled her eyes at the valet, making a joke of her uptight friend. "Guess it’s time to go."

　 　He closed her in with a nod and a wink. She gave him a little wave that he returned as Becky pulled into traffic.

　 　"Who are you, and what have you done with my friend?" Becky asked, blowing her bangs out of her eyes.

　 　"She’s in here somewhere." Naomi drooped onto her door and squinted at the strobing lights coming right at them. "Did you notice Ryan at dinner earlier tonight?"

　 　Becky glanced sharply at her friend. "Is that what this is all about?"

　 　"Hmm?"　

　 　"Never mind. Let’s get you home, dump a ton of water into you, and put you to bed. You need to be in good shape by tomorrow afternoon or Melissa’s mom is going to kill you, and Melissa is going to be the one handing her the cake knife she’ll use."

　 　Naomi laughed as she pictured the mother-of-the-bride wielding the special cake knife with color coordinated ribbons fluttering from the handle.

　 　"That’s not gonna happen," she assured Becky.

　 　"Of course it’s not. Because you’re going home and I’m putting you to bed."

　 　Naomi gave a deep and disappointed sigh. "Party pooper."　

　 　"And whose fault is that?"

　 　Naomi shrugged then drifted off to sleep. She didn’t revive until the car pulled in front of her duplex.　

　 　"We’re here." Becky gave her shoulder a shake. "Wake up. Are you awake?"

　 　"Yeah." Naomi blinked and rubbed her temple. "Where’s my purse?"

　 　"On the floor, by your feet." Becky hopped out and walked around the car. "Come on, let’s get you inside."

　 　"I’ve got it." She shoved her shoulder against the door and nearly tumbled out. Luckily Becky was there in time to haul her back before she did a face plant on the driveway. "Thank you."

　 　Beck held out her hand. "Give me your damn purse. There’s no way you’re going to be able to unlock the front door yourself."

　 　Naomi didn’t argue. She took another stab at getting out and managed to close the car door without catching any body parts in it. Weaving on her feet, she clomped up the driveway, her gait even more ridiculous because she was still holding the one shoe the valet had given her at the club.　

　 　Becky had already gotten the door open and the inside lights turned on by the time Naomi made it up the three concrete steps, grabbing hold of the wrought iron banister to keep from staggering backwards on her way up.

　 　"Should I brew a pot of coffee?" Becky asked, coming back from putting Naomi’s purse in her room.

　 　Naomi yawned and mussed up her hair, destroying all the hard work she’d put into getting the big silky curls just right earlier that evening. "No, I can manage. Thanks for bringing me home."

　 　"Should I stay?"

　 　"No. I’ll be fine."

　 　Becky eyed her skeptically. "You’re sure? You weren’t yourself tonight."

　 　Naomi covered her eyes with both hands and expelled a big alcohol infused breath. "I know, Beck," she peered out, pouting at her friend. "I’m sorry if I embarrassed you tonight."

　 　"I guess we all have our off days. This was yours. I’ll get over it. It’s not like you do this kind of thing, well ...　ever." Becky laughed and came over, giving Naomi a hug goodnight. "So I’ll see you in the morning?"

　 　"At brunch."

　 　"Eleven. Don’t forget to set your alarm. Something tells me you’re going to need it."

　 　"I got it. I got it."

　 　Becky kissed her on the cheek, uncertainty in her eyes as she peered at Naomi one last time. "You sure I shouldn’t stay?"

　 　"Very sure."

　 　"Then I’ll see you in the morning."

　 　"Sounds good."

　 　Naomi limped to the door and locked it behind her friend. As soon as Becky had backed out of the driveway, Naomi kicked off her lone shoe, raced to her bedroom, and dumped the contents of her purse onto the bedspread.

　 　"Oh yeah!" she cheered. Grabbing the phone, she went immediately to the wedding party contact sheet on her dresser and followed down the line of ushers for Ryan’s name.

　 　He answered after two rings. Even tipsy she could hear the question in his voice. "Naomi?"

　 　"Yes. Where are you?"

　 　"At the bachelor party. Why?"

　 　"Here’s the thing. I know you had a problem with me dating Sam. You were his friend and I created a lot of tension between you two. I get it. But I’m guessing some of that attitude was just bullshit. I caught you."

　 　"You caught me?"

　 　"Yes, I caught you; watching me, looking at me. I could tell you were covering."

　 　"What’s this all about, Naomi? What’s your point?"

　 　"If you want me, I’m yours. I’m putting on sexy lingerie right now. You have fifteen minutes to get here. You know the address."

　 　Naomi cut the call and eased open the top drawer of her dresser.

　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　* * *

　 　Ryan pulled the phone away from his ear and stared at it. Was she serious? Was this for real? Could he even make it in fifteen minutes?

　 　He hadn’t seen Naomi Kendall in months—five long and lonely months, and then …today. He could hardly tear his eyes away from her at the groom’s dinner. She looked incredible; that warm almond skin, those dark brown eyes, all that soft glorious hair. A man could get lost in that hair. They’d barely had a chance to speak to each other but he’d tuned in to her voice. No matter where she was, he heard Naomi over all the rest. Every one of her laughs registered with him. It was excruciating and thrilling at the same time. Then the party broke up and the guys and girls went their separate ways. Disappointed at seeing her climb into a car and drive away, he told himself it was okay, he’d get another shot at her tomorrow.

　 　Talk about being thrown for a loop.　 　

　 　Well, she’d read him right. How the hell did she do that? Clearly, he wasn’t as careful as he thought.

　 　"Dude! It’s your turn," said an impatient voice.

　 　Ryan looked up and found his friends watching him. He closed the fan of cards in his hand. There was only one thing to do. "I fold."　　

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Give in to Me by Sidda Lee Tate

Hi all and thanks for joining in the celebration of my newest release, Give in to Me, the third book in The Night Series.

　

The attraction between Jennica and Scott is undeniable, but will her past show up to ruin it all?

After years of being gone, Scott Sims has returned to his hometown. Life is good. He likes his new job, has reconnected with his sister, and even met a "friend with benefits" at the local bar. He does his best to ignore the flurry of rumors—none of them true—about where he's been and who he's become.

Jennica Moss's last relationship ended badly, leaving her guarded and untrusting. She's new in town, but the local gossips have kept her informed about almost everything. The latest hot topic—Scott Sims, the area's most promising star, the guy who threw his football career away and disappeared for years.

When Scott and Jennica meet, emotions run high. Scott can't resist the urge to get to know her. But Jennica's past threatens to come between them, and Scott can't seem to shake his present. When he broke things off with his last fling, she didn't take it well, and she keeps showing up at the most inopportune moments, making his time with Jennica strained.

Now one, or both, of their lives may be at risk, and Jennica must face the consequences of giving in to her heart and falling in love with Scott.

　

Excerpt

"Friend of yours?" Scott cut his eyes at her, a single brow raised as they stepped on the sidewalk in front of the Italian restaurant, heading in the direction of her parents' house.

Jennica shook her head even though he was a few steps in front of her and wouldn't see. He walked fast, still hanging on to her hand. He'd punched Troy right in the face. Taken up for her, something no one had ever done. Her heart swelled with appreciation, followed by an anxious panic racing through her veins. In a matter of minutes they would be at her childhood home. There hadn't been much time with him…not what she needed.

"Scott."

He didn't respond, just charged ahead. A man on a mission to drop her and her giant baggage off where he'd found them. A massive lump formed in her throat, blocking her words. She wanted to explain. Tell him about Troy and what he'd done. Let him know why she was so screwed up, but nothing came out.

She glanced at the house with a quick mental note that all the lights were out as he led her by the front walkway and through the manicured grass, not stopping until they were hidden from the streetlights under the carport. Once there, he released her hand and took a few steps, pausing at the edge of the light. The darkness kept her from seeing his expression, but his silhouette against the moonlit night sent thick surges of frenzied tension straight through her, making her chest feel caved.

"You didn't deserve…" he said, in almost a whisper. An angry one. "Is he the reason you　think　you're screwed up?"

She didn't answer. She didn't need to. He knew. She could tell it in his voice, see it in his stride as he moved toward her. Felt it in his touch as he cupped her face with his hands, lifting it so her tearful sight had no other choice but to look him straight on.

"You can't believe him. You're no one's trash." His eyes seemed to grow darker, pained, fixated on hers. Lost in them, she couldn't look away. Couldn't speak. "You are beautiful…so beautiful it hurts." He bent down, resting his forehead on hers. "I would do anything to have you."

She swallowed hard at the way he'd spoken, slow and determined, as if those words were a concentrated version of everything he'd ever wanted to say. And she understood why. Through all the confusion in her mind, the war with the tug in her chest, the burning need to touch him, she realized, she felt the same way. "Then have me."

　

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Daring to Wish by Tracey Rogers

 

Blurb

What happens when you dare to wish?

In an effort to regain her independence and break out of her shell, shy Eve Ward writes a daring wish list of all the things she wants to do before her thirtieth birthday. It’s a good thing the list is for her eyes only, because some of the items are pretty risqué.

Adrenaline junkie Lucas Riley becomes Eve’s "victim" in a kiss-a-stranger dare, and she thinks he’s perfect for her one-night-with-a-stranger wish.

With Eve, Lucas thinks he’s found the distraction he needs before he has to say goodbye to his bad boy image. When he finds Eve’s sexy wish list, he can’t keep himself from giving into temptation and sneaking a peek, and wish number eight is impossible for him to resist. Being good can wait.

Eve is thrilled when, out of the blue, Lucas offers to take her skydiving. Her sexy stranger has helped her tick so many wishes off her secret list. Her confidence has grown and now she’s having fun both in and out of the bedroom. It seems too good to be true...is it? She can’t shake the niggling suspicion that something’s not quite right.

Content Warning: contains dizzying heights and sensual sex

Genre(s): Contemporary Romance

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Excerpt

"Wait."

Eve froze mid-turn, halted by his husky command and the tingle radiating from his hand lightly grasping her wrist. She met his gaze and realized how wrong she’d been. He was a million miles away from being uncomplicated. The startling blue of his eyes revealed depths Eve could only imagine drowning in.

"Did you say…nice?" He leaned closer. "I would say that was a lot better than nice. I’m sure if we tried again we could manage spectacular. Don’t you agree?" he drawled.

Maybe nice had been the wrong word to choose Eve relented as she noted his husky tone. It was infinitely better than nice. Try amazing! Her breath hitched as she thought of his kiss again. Knowing he enjoyed it too sent a surge of pleasure through her that settled deep within her belly. Obviously she could do some things right.

If she intended to fulfill her wishes she was going to have to find some confidence from somewhere—and fast! At the moment her confidence seemed to be firmly in the area of her knickers.

Running and hiding now seemed out of the question. Maybe confidence practice would be the lesser of two evils? She paused before turning to face Mr. Hotness for confidence lesson one.

"Hmm..." She pretended to consider. "Maybe you’re right. However, as this was a dare I’m afraid it was a one time opportunity," she added with mock apology. "So I guess we’ll never know."

"You kissed me for a dare?" His brow arched.

Eve nodded. "Uh-huh. My dare was to kiss a stranger."

"A dare, huh? I feel so…so violated." He clutched his free hand to his chest in feigned hurt, although his eyes brimmed with humor and a smile tugged at the corner of his delicious mouth.

"Don’t be offended. I did actually choose you," she blurted before forgetting her cool, calm, and confident aim.

"So you really thought you could violate me then run?"

"That was my plan, yes," she said with a confidence she didn’t quite feel, especially as she was distracted by the thumb lightly stroking her wrist.

"And I didn’t even try to play hard to get. Guess you got lucky."

"Or maybe you did," she countered without thought, mortified as a blush warmed her cheeks at his responding grin.

He grinned, releasing her hand. "Tell me. Do you like to be dared?"

Her eyes widened at the loaded question. "I…I find a challenge hard to resist."

"Damn good thing I’m a challenge."

　

Author Bio

A devourer of books from an early age, I spent much of my childhood stepping into wardrobes, searching for that magical snowy world where conversing with animals would be expected. When I wasn't searching for those worlds, I wrote about them instead. My first step into the world of romance was when I stole sneak peeks into my nana's books. I'm still in that world and refuse to leave.

I live in Staffordshire, UK, with my husband and three wonderful children. An avid reader and writer of romance, I strongly believe that words make the world go around.

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Truth to Tell by Deborah Sutton

 

 

 

Blurb

Joanne Lawson tricks her way into a secretarial job with widowed flautist Mark Jenson, little realising the tangle of intrigue she’s walking into. She has her reasons for being less than honest, but Mark has a few dark secrets of his own.

When a fan letter apparently from Mark's dead wife targets Joanne, she realises there is more at stake than being caught in a lie.

Amidst romantic flute music and stormy Cotswold weather, Joanne sets out to uncover the truth. Who is sending the letters from beyond the grave? How can she win Mark’s trust when she lied her way into his life and home?

And is she really falling in love with him, after promising herself she was done with men?

 

 

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Deborah Sutton writes romance and fantasy novels, and short stories.

Following a nomadic childhood, she achieved a first class honours degree in Creative Writing, then spent time teaching writing in university, college and community classrooms. Eventually the call of the pen urged her to write full-time, which she's done since 2009.

She lives and works in Staffordshire, UK, sharing her home and garden with one daughter, one dog, and several chickens.

 

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The Weekend Proposition by Ella Jade

Today I have fellow Beachwalk Babe Ella Jade here to tell you all about her new release! Over to you Ella!

I’m thrilled to announce the release of my latest book The Weekend Proposition. Thanks so much for helping me celebrate. Please check out the giveaway at the bottom of the post.

Blurb

One weekend—no strings, no expectations, and no commitments. On Sunday afternoon it all ends, or does it?
No-nonsense businessman Spencer Cannon has a dilemma. He’s headed to Connecticut for the weekend to attend his cousin’s elaborate wedding. His whole family will be there in addition to his obsessed ex-girlfriend Ava. According to Spencer’s brother, Ava has been telling her friends she’s planning a magical reunion with her favorite ex-boyfriend. Spencer’s not in the mood to deal with her, but he can’t miss the wedding. He needs a plan.

Struggling Brooklyn waitress and aspiring graphic designer Dakota Vercelli has fallen on hard times. College debts, pending eviction, and her sick mother are taking a toll on her. A chance encounter with Mr. Cannon, CEO of Cannon and Carrington Advertising, leads to a proposition that may be just the thing to solve both of their problems. Spencer’s offer—spend four days with him during the wedding festivities and keep his ex off his trail. In return, he’ll compensate her generously for her time. He needs a weekend girlfriend, and Dakota needs the cash.

It was just supposed to be a business deal, but after sharing a room, kissing under the stars, and attending a wedding, their attraction is undeniable. Will the illusion end when the weekend is over or is the proposition just the beginning?

Content Warning: contains mature language and graphic sexual content

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"I have a proposition for you."

"A proposition?" What could he possibly have to offer her?

"I have to attend my cousin’s wedding this weekend. Actually, I have to leave tomorrow afternoon. I don’t want to go alone for reasons I don’t wish to discuss right now. I need someone to accompany me. I’m offering that to you."

"And you think I’m ‘to the point’?"

He smiled but didn’t say anything. She couldn’t stand the silence. She wanted to figure out his game. There had to be some sort of catch.

"You want me to go to a wedding with you?"

"It’s in Connecticut. I would require your services until Sunday afternoon. All of your expenses would be paid, including a wardrobe which would be yours to keep after the weekend."

"You need a date?"

"I would need you to appear as my girlfriend."

"Is this a joke?"

"I wouldn’t joke about something like this. I’ve thought the entire thing through."

"A man who looks like you should have no problem finding a real girlfriend to buy clothes for and flaunt in front of his family." She thought for a moment. "Unless there’s something wrong with you."

"There’s nothing wrong with me." He raised his voice a bit. "I had planned on attending alone but circumstances have changed. I’m in a bind and from what I gather, you are too."

Her instincts screamed to run in the opposite direction. She’d never been the type to fall for a scam. "I’m not interested in—"

"I’ll pay you two hundred and fifty thousand dollars for your time."

"What?" Apparently a side of crazy came with those good looks.

"One hundred and twenty-five thousand today, if you agree." He pulled out a check from the inside pocket of the jacket he had draped on the back of the chair. He slipped the mint green paper across the table. "You’ll get the rest on Sunday afternoon."

"That’s fifty grand a day." She studied the check. It would take her years to make that kind of money working these shit-end jobs.

"I’m aware." He nodded as if the money meant nothing. "I’m asking for your time, a commodity I believe should be well compensated."


Too good to be true.
"Do you make it a habit of paying women to be your girlfriend?"

"Pretend girlfriend," he reminded her. "You would be the first."

"Why me?"

"Does it matter?"

"What exactly do you expect me to do for that money?"

"I told you." He narrowed his eyes. "I need a date for a long weekend. Everyone needs to think we’re a couple."

"You’re willing to pay me to go away with you for four days. I’m supposed to take your word we’re going to a wedding in Connecticut? How do I know you won’t kidnap me and want to do all sorts of kinky stuff to me? You could be some sex-obsessed lunatic."

"Kinky stuff?"

"Yeah, you know, like bondage and blindfolds."

"Do you like that sort of thing?" He tried to conceal his smirk.

About Ella

Ella Jade has been writing for as long as she can remember. As a child, she often had a notebook and pen with her, and now as an adult, the laptop is never far. The plots and dialogue have always played out in her head, but she never knew what to do with them. That all changed when she discovered the eBook industry. She started penning novels at a rapid pace and now she can't be stopped.

Ella resides in New Jersey with her husband and two young boys. When she's not chasing after her kids, she's busy writing, attending PTO meetings, kickboxing, and scrapbooking. She hopes you'll get lost in her words.

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Sisters in Love by Melissa Foster

Sisters In Love

The Snow Sisters Series Book One

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Danica Snow has always been the smart, practical, and appropriate sister.　　 As a therapist, she prides herself on making reasonable, conservative choices, even if a bit boring, and as part of the Big Sister Program, she has little time for anything more in her life.

Blake Carter is a player. He never gets bored of conquering women, and with his sexy good looks and successful lifestyle, he has no trouble finding willing participants. When his friend and business partner dies in a tragic accident, he suddenly, desperately, wants to change his ways. The problem is, he doesn’t know how to stop doing what he does best.

When Blake walks into Danica’s office, the attraction between them is white hot, but Danica isn't the type to give into the heat and risk her career. Danica’s desire sets her on a path of self-discovery, where she begins to question every decision she’s ever made. Just this once, Danica wants to indulge in the pleasures of life she’s been so willingly ignoring, but with her Little Sister in turmoil and her biological sister’s promiscuousness weighing heavily on her heart, she isn’t sure it’s the right time　to set her desires free.

SISTERS IN LOVE is a light, uplifting work of women's fiction and will resonate with readers who enjoy emotional journeys of the heart with strong heroines and sexy, lovable heroes. Readers of books by Jane Porter and Beth Kendrick will enjoy Danica and Blake's story.

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Whats A Girl To Do by Aimee Duffy

 

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The first novella in a thrilling, pulse-racing new erotic romance series, Indecent Proposals. Three best friends, Shey, Eloisa and Georgia take on the most powerful and eligible men of the New York dating scene.

　
'I'm not coming over.' Shey replied confidently.

'Then maybe you could return the favor now.'

Wait, he didn't mean...

'Slide your hand beneath your panties and tell me how ready you are for me.'

Oh my god, he did.

　
Single Manhattanite Shey Lopez doesn't do one night stands, or have relationships she can't control. Especially if giving in to playboy Calvin Jones means losing her heart in the process.

　
However, Mr Won't-Take-No-For-An-Answer always gets what he wants and there's only so many times a girl can resist such an enticing proposal...

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 ‘I suppose you agree with her idiot boyfriend?’ Shey asked the stranger.

His lips twisted up at the corners and a sultry look darkened his eyes. ‘Hell no. I can think of better ways to entertain a lady.’

Her heart rate went crazy.

Mandy gasped, but was saved by the phone ringing. Shey didn’t have the same time to compose herself. She was lost in his gaze and that fiery burn scorching through her body. For the first time since she could remember, Shey couldn’t find her tongue. Those damn eyes messed with her head and she couldn’t break free from their spell if she tried.

He stepped closer and the burn intensified. She was so hot she wanted to rip the dress off and stand in front of an open freezer to cool down. Up close she could see a dark five o’clock shadow on his sculpted jaw. His throat was thick, just like his shoulders. The slightly crooked nose suggested he’d had it broken at some point in his life, but it didn’t deter from his harsh beauty. Shey was awestruck, and so turned on she thought she might come just from looking at him.

‘What’s your name, gorgeous?’ he asked.

The disinterest on his face made it seem like he was flirting out of habit rather than because he wanted to. Even still, there seemed to be a magnetic force between them, crackling in the air and sparking. Those eyes of his had darkened, contradicting his Mr. Cool Man front. No way was Shey going to make this easy for him.

‘Seriously? That the best line you’ve got?’ She forced a laugh, but it came out husky, damn it. ‘Next you’ll call my dad a thief for stealing the stars and putting them in my eyes.’

His brows shot up, but he composed himself in a heartbeat. With a smile, he leaned forward and brushed a kiss over her cheekbone. The spicy smell of him invaded her senses and her skin sizzled with the contact. Her body went hyperactive. Hands trembling, knees weakening and oh yeah, soaked right through her lacy thong. She had to get away from him before she did something crazy, like beg for those soft lips to touch her again.

‘Sweetheart, with you I don’t need any lines.’

Anger boiled through her veins, loosening his hold on her body. She didn’t even know his name and he had her salivating, for Christ’s sake. He was a cocky bastard, so sure he had her right where he wanted her, and the worst thing? He was absolutely right. Next time those lips touched her skin she’d be putty in his long-fingered hands.

‘It’ll take more than arrogance to win me over.’ Shey left the asshole unspoken. ‘I have somewhere to be.’ Without waiting for Mandy to get off the phone or for Mr. Cool to reply, she left the reception.

His voice trailed behind her. ‘I’ll see you soon, gorgeous.’


Yeah, big shot. In your dreams