Excerpt Reveal – The Rules of Dating, Penelope Ward & Vi Keeland
September 15, 2022 | Posted in Excerpt | By Two Book Pushers
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Excerpt Reveal – Moody, Penelope Ward
August 18, 2022 | Posted in Excerpt | By Two Book Pushers
Ward is a New York Times, USA Today and #1 Wall Street Journal bestselling
author of contemporary romance.
in Boston with five older brothers and spent most of her twenties as a
television news anchor. Penelope resides in Rhode Island with her husband, son,
and beautiful daughter with autism.
million books sold, she is a 21-time New York Times bestseller and the author
of over thirty books. Her novels have been translated into over a dozen
languages and can be found in bookstores around the world.
Excerpt Blitz & *Giveaway* – Never Look Back, A.L. Jackson
August 18, 2022 | Posted in Excerpt | By Two Book Pushers
Never Look Back
An Enemies-to-Lovers, Close-Proximity, Second-Chance Romance from A.L. Jackson
Coming August 29th
Tension bound the room, and few words had been said, everyone’s attention rapt on the duel going down.
Jarek tried to keep his expression neutral, the pompous prick with his slicked back black hair and his careless confidence that had been given to him through his name rather than earned.
Like he was confident I would let him reach out and take what was mine.
Not ever again.
Even with the pungent arrogance, I saw the tick of his jaw, the flinch of his eyes, the sheen of sweat that hinted at the edges of his brow and glimmered beneath the dull lights from the chandelier that hung from above.
He glanced at his dwindling chips.
“Your father-in-law would be proud. If only he could see you now.” I couldn’t help but taunt it as I rocked back in my chair. I did my best to ignore the presence that hovered over him from behind.
A presence that fanned out and teased me like a sinful, decadent dream. A dream that had once been so beautiful it’d coerced me into believing there just might be something better in this life than depravity and greed.
I glanced up in time to catch the worry that riddled those fire-agate eyes. The golden green with flecks of red that were begging for something she didn’t deserve to be given.
Mercy.
I tore my attention from the lure of hers and watched as redness clawed at Jarek’s throat before he started to push in the chips to meet the bet.
Aster gripped him by the shoulder. “Jarek, don’t do this.”
I had to wonder exactly what he had riding on the line. Why he was there. Why I could feel the chinks in his armor coming apart.
Flinging off her hand, he cut her a hard glare.
“Don’t,” he warned.
The word was coated with his humiliation. With desperation.
Ah.
There was the chink.
Weakness wept through the powerful persona.
Reluctantly, Aster withdrew her hand, and her delicate throat trembled as she swallowed. She lifted that stoic chin that I’d caressed more times than I could count.
Okay, fine.
That was a goddamn lie because I remembered every fucking touch. Every glance. Every broken promise she had made.
Jarek met my stare as he pushed nearly the rest of his chips into the pot, raising me by a thousand.
I raised him another ten.
How far are you going to go, asshole? Whatever you have, it’s mine.
A soft sound of pain wheezed from Aster’s chest. A heave of distressed air.
My gaze followed to where the black dress she wore dipped low between her tits. My heart fisted when I saw what she wore around her neck. It was a star-shaped necklace, dangling down to kiss her cleavage.
I nearly cracked. Lost the control I was holding onto.
It had to be a joke.
A taunt.
A fucking cruel, sick twisted one, the girl coming down here and parading it like a slap to my face.
It made my teeth clench and the fury I was barely constraining flashfire through my veins.
I tore my attention from her when Jarek spat, “Fuck,” under his breath.
He still clutched his cards, refusing to give up the fight.
Haille laughed, the sadistic fucker enjoying this far too much. He looked at Jarek. How the hell he knew him, I didn’t have a clue, but I didn’t believe in a coincidence quite this big. He pulled his cigar from his mouth and jabbed it Jarek’s direction. “It seems you’re in a small predicament, Mr. Urso. Are you already going to walk? And here I thought you were going to bring something interesting to the table.”
Jarek all but growled, and Aster’s gaze darted between the three of us. Nerves flew from her soft, caramel flesh. That face carved of perfect lines and smooth skin tightened in dread.
He’d brought something interesting to the table, all right.
“Just cut your losses, Jarek.” She begged it quietly, but I heard the strength behind it.
Jarek roughed his hand down his pompous face, and he turned to look at the necklace around Aster’s neck as if it could be a solution to his issues.
Aster gasped, and her hand came up to protect it. Tears sprang to her eyes. She took a small step back. “No,” she wheezed, like it would physically pain her to remove it.
I wanted to jump to my feet.
Take hold of her and demand answers.
Demand to know why.
Why had she done it if she could stand there and look like there was a piece of her that was broken.
Anger and confusion had me in a stranglehold.
Old grief I’d buried deep that was clawing to the surface.
“Give it to me,” Jarek grated.
“No.” My voice cut through the dense air.
A roll of thunder.
The tolling of a challenge.
Aster froze. Her stare landed on me.
It was pain.
A plea.
Desperation.
It only made the sickness thrum harder.
I looked to Jarek.
“The girl.”
The stake came out without thought to repercussions.
Without rationale.
No sense.
Just revenge.
I wanted what never should have been his.
A gasp rocked from her, and she stumbled back farther.
Jarek’s eyes sharpened to blades, and there was no question he wanted to reach over the table and choke the life from me.
My fingers itched.
I hoped he tried.
I gave nothing. No smile. No sneer. Just the quiet hatred that emanated from within. The fact I intended to take everything from him.
I’d known one day I would. I just hadn’t anticipated the opportunity would present itself so soon.
He blinked then jutted his chin at the dealer for the exotic chip.
The one that signified he would hazard my proposition.
It wasn’t rare. A bid made for a beach home. A family heirloom. Something that couldn’t be replaced. Here, fortunes were won and lost.
“What are you doing? I am not for sale.” Aster’s voice was aghast. Horrified and filled with disgust.
“He’s bluffing, Aster.” Jarek tossed in the chip.
It was the first time I let myself fully look at her. To sit back and take her in like she was mine to take. Sickened terror ridged her gorgeous face because I was pretty sure she knew this wasn’t close to a bluff.
I couldn’t do anything but crack a grin. “It seems you are tonight.”
Then I laid down my cards.
A straight flush.
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Release Blitz, Excerpt & Review – Taking the Fight, L.P. Dover
July 28, 2022 | Posted in Excerpt, Release Day Blitz, Review | By Two Book Pushers
Title: Taking the Fight
Series: Gloves Off – Next Generation
Author: L.P. Dover
Romantic Suspense, Sports Romance; MMA Fighters, Female MMA Fighter
Mafia Romance, Alpha Male, Dark, Edgy, Underground Fighting Ring, Sexy
Friends to Lovers, Best Friend’s Sister
L.P. Dover, the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who brought you the tantalizing Gloves Off series, presents Gloves Off – Next Generation. This brand-new saga of interconnected standalones unites new characters with beloved originals in dark and sexy stories laced with suspense!
Two months ago, everything changed. The enemy no longer feels the need to sulk in the shadows. Instead, he hides in plain sight and prepares his attack… against Reagan Jameson.
Reagan knew this day would come. She proudly holds the featherweight title and is known as one of the sexiest female fighters in MMA history. She can handle her own, and that’s exactly what she plans to do with Nikolai. Unfortunately, things aren’t as they were before. When given an offer she can’t refuse, Reagan is well aware nothing good will come of it.
They promised her power, prestige, and money… a world full of intrigue and dangerous desires. Not being able to resist the allure, she gives in and becomes a pawn in their game. She’s able to fool those closest to her into believing everything is okay… except for Braden Emerson.
Braden’s reputation as one of the toughest fighters in the circuit hasn’t gone unnoticed. In fact, it’s his skills that get him lured into the pit of danger. While he vows to keep Reagan safe no matter the cost, his desire for her is used against him. As passion ignites between the pair, they must work together if they hope to survive.
Fighting for a title is one thing, but nothing beats the stakes of fighting for love. This is one TKO that could cost them everything.
No cheating. No cliffhangers. Just hot, dirty-talking fighters who want to take you down to the mat.
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Whenever Braden got close to me, I could feel the burn in my veins. Just watching him train put me on the brink of orgasm. What made it worse was when we would spar together. He’d always find a way to get me down on the mat with his body between my legs. That was why I refused to train with him alone. Then again, I’d never really gotten the chance to with so many people being at the gym.
Waving a hand in front of my face, I blew out a breath, hoping the heat on my cheeks would ebb. Once I had enough time to cool down, I grabbed the wedding portfolio on my bookshelf and quietly crept down the hall to see what Braden was doing. He’d turned his ball cap to the front, but I didn’t regret telling him that he looked stupid with it backward; it kept him on his toes. However, I honestly did think he was cute with it that way, but I wasn’t about to tell him that.
His focus was on a shelf on the wall lined with pictures, mainly of Peyton and me, but there was one of my mom and Braden’s mother together with their arms around each other’s shoulders. They were best friends.
“I bet my mom can’t wait for yours to get back in town. I don’t think they’ve seen each other in four months. That’s like a century in best friend years,” I called out.
Braden chuckled and turned around. “Is that how you are with my sister? It’s been a while since you’ve seen her.”
Peyton is my best friend, but I loved her like a sister. Nodding, I focused on the picture of Peyton and me on the beach, posing for the camera in our bikinis with the ocean behind us.
“I love her just as much as I love Emma,” I stated.
A smirk spread across his face. “Then what happened with me? Our mothers forced us together our entire lives and yet you hate me. What gives?”
Batting my eyelashes, I smiled back. “I don’t hate you, Braden. I just think you, my brother, and Ripp have the big-head syndrome. My cousin, Brooks, is excluded from this.” Brooks was the only one out of our group that was responsible. He chose to become an FBI agent instead of a fighter. Now he was away on an undercover mission, and I had no clue when I’d see him again.
“Big-head syndrome?” Braden asked, grinning slyly. “Are you saying I have a huge dick?”
I held up a hand, cutting him off. “I can’t with you right now. I’m talking about the disease you have where you think you’re all that.”
Braden thrust his head back and laughed. “And what? You think you’re not the same way? I’ve seen all the men who want you, Reagan. It’s hard not to when all they do is stare. You enjoy the attention.” He marched over and stood in front of me, his body so achingly close I could feel the heat radiating from him. “And don’t you dare say otherwise. We both know it’d be a lie.”
I did like the attention, even more so now that I’d won my title and had millions of followers. What I craved more, though, was his attention. There was never a lack of it, but I could never get enough. I wanted more than the verbal sparring that was common between us. My phone beeped with an incoming text, so I stepped back to distance us.
Emma: Where are you? Carter just put the burgers on the grill.
I quickly texted her back.
Me: On my way.
“We have to go,” I said, looking up at Braden. “What are we going to tell Emma when she asks why you’re with me?”
Braden’s lips tilted up. “She’s marrying my cousin, Reagan, and I’m the best man. We could always say we’re trying to conserve gas.” His gaze narrowed playfully. “You make it sound like there’s something secret going on between us. Am I missing something?”
“Nope. There will never be anything between us,” I claimed. “That’s wishful thinking on your part.”
Braden stared into my eyes and then down to my lips. “Whatever you say, sunshine. You know one day, you might regret not taking me up on my offers.”
I followed him out the door and locked it while he strolled down the stairs. “I’d rather be a nun,” I shouted.
He laughed the whole way to his car. Who was I kidding? I wouldn’t last a second as a nun.
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Dover has written countless novels in several different genres, including a children’s book with her daughter. Her favorite to write is romantic suspense, but she’s also found a passion in romantic comedy. She loves to make people laugh which is why you’ll never see her without a smile on her face.
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Excerpt Reveal – The Boss Project, Vi Keeland
July 7, 2022 | Posted in Excerpt | By Two Book Pushers
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Blog Tour, Review & Excerpt – Vengeance of a Mafia Queen, Siobhan Davis
June 3, 2022 | Posted in Blog Tour, Excerpt, Review | By Two Book Pushers
They tried to take everything from me.
But where they failed, I will succeed.
Unless he becomes my weakness.
Vengeance of a Mafia Queen, an all -new dark enemies-to-lovers mafia romance full of suspense from USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling author Siobhan Davis, is available now!
Losing my innocence at thirteen, in the most brutal way, changed me. My kidnapper stole my childhood and tried to break me. The knowledge my father orchestrated the entire situation hardened my heart, and instead of grieving his death, I celebrated it.
One down. Many more to go.
My burning need for revenge has only grown over the years, keeping me focused on my goals and enabling my rise to power.
Made men are weak. A pretty face and the promise of a good time easily distracts them.
Now, I’m in charge.
Men bow before me.
Except for him—the brother of my abductor. Massimo fights me every step of the way, but I’m not about to let the explosive chemistry between us deter me from my chosen path. His family is my enemy. He is my enemy, even if he doesn’t know it yet.
I won’t stop until all those who wronged me are punished.
By the time they realize I’m coming, it will be too late.
They tried to take everything from me.
But where they failed, I will succeed.
Unless he becomes my weakness.
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Lust blazes in his eyes. “I will wait for you to come to me.” “You’ll be waiting,” I blurt, irritated when amusement skates across his face. I hate how he can obviously tell it’s a lie. He can see I’m floundering. That his want is not one-sided. “I have a hand, and my blue balls can be patient.” A teasing smile spreads across his mouth, and I’m ensnared. Massimo is truly beautiful, and I only hope I’m strong enough to resist. I already suspect I’m not. “To a point,” he whispers against my ear, sending warm shivers coursing along my flesh. I squirm on his lap, failing to ignore the hard, thick length pulsing underneath me. Massimo groans, and his eyes darken with undeniable desire. “You were put on this earth to test me. I’m sure of it.” I can’t smother my smile in time. “One kiss,” he says, his eyes dropping to my mouth as his tongue darts out and he wets his lips. “Would you deny your husband a kiss on his wedding night?” “I have kissed you today.” He shakes his head as his fingers sweep back and forth across my mouth, making it harder and harder to resist temptation. “I have kissed you. You have gone along with it because it was expected.” He’s as delusional as me if he truly believes that. I drive my hands into his hair without even thinking about it. “Will everything be a negotiation between us?” His brows climb to his hairline and a devilish grin widens his lush mouth. “Do we know any other way to be?” “One kiss. Just one kiss.” The words feel like lies as I spout them. “That is all I am asking.” He closes his eyes, moaning softly as my fingers explore the thick strands of his black hair. “That feels so incredibly good.” I brush my mouth against his, and his eyes pop wide. His hands flatten against my back, pushing me in closer to his tempting body. I can indulge in one kiss. It is my wedding night after all, and my husband is one of the sexiest men alive. It’s not wrong to take this one thing for myself, right? “Just one kiss,” I remind him as our breaths comingle. “Only one.” Closing my eyes, I lower my mouth to his and descend into sheer bliss. He lets me control it, at first, and I’m surprised at the potent need driving me to take everything as I prod at the seam of his lips with my tongue. He opens instantly, letting my tongue plunge inside his mouth. I reposition myself on his lap, straddling his hips, so I can properly kiss him, and it’s that moment when all bets are off. Copyright Siobhan Davis © 2022
Cover Reveal, Excerpt & *Giveaway* – Last on the List, Amy Daws
May 18, 2022 | Posted in Cover Reveal, Excerpt, Giveaway | By Two Book Pushers
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Title: LAST ON THE LIST
Author: Amy Daws
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: June 16, 2022
Cover Designer: Amy Daws
Cover Photographer: Wander Aguiar
Cover Model: Tanner Hueter
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Only a bad nanny knows what it’s like to kiss the boss.
CEO millionaire, Max Fletcher is a single dad in desperate need of a nanny.
Cozy Barlow is in the middle of her self-appointed “gap year” and doing everything she can to detach from her past.
But when her sister begs her to interview for the nanny position of a high maintenance client, she doesn’t have a good enough reason to say no.
And when Max locks eyes on the twenty-something in a tie-dye sweatsuit who pitches the idea of daydreaming all summer—he prepares to give this bad nanny the boot.
One problem: Max’s little girl thinks this plus-sized in body and spirit nanny might be her new bestie, so she hires her on the spot.
Now Max is stuck with this bizarre woman who hates everything he represents—corporate greed, money, status, power.
But one stormy night when the power goes out, he discovers Cozy doesn’t hate him. In fact, he’s the leading role in her fantasies.
Fantasies, he would very much like to make a reality.
“So that’s really your proposal as the nanny to my daughter for the summer? To do nothing?” I ask dryly, hoping this Cassandra person has a backup response that she’s going to pull out of her back pocket at any moment to save this horrible interview.
Cassandra nods proudly. “We’ll also do a lot of sitting. I’m an expert at sitting,” she deadpans.
“Okay…I think we’ve heard enough, Cassandra.” I move to stand, but she reaches out and touches my arm, halting me in my tracks.
“I said to call me Cozy,” she corrects with a wink.
The teasing look in her eyes causes my skin to tighten. I do my best to shake it off as she refocuses on my daughter to share with her the last book that made her cry. Her hand slides off my arm, and my eyes lock on the way her index finger trails off the fabric of my suit.
I’m left struggling to shake this silvery feeling her delicate touch has left on my arm, so I take a moment to inspect Cassandra a bit closer now that her focus is off me. Her facial features are round, a faint dimple appearing in her cheek as she talks animatedly to my daughter. Her alabaster skin is a stunning contrast to her nearly black hair cropped bluntly just above her shoulders. She has shockingly plump lips slathered in a pale pink gloss that thankfully doesn’t match the orange jumpsuit that looks like something a teenager would wear. Her ample curves indicate she’s very much not a child.
“How old are you?” I blurt out in the middle of my interview with this bizarre potential nanny. I blanch at how unprofessional of a question that is and curse under my breath. “I’m sorry, you don’t have to answer that.”
“I’m twenty-six, Big Daddy,” Cassandra replies with another wink and then immediately dives back into conversation with my daughter.
Big Daddy? I frown at that very unpleasant label. Jesus Christ, she is so unprofessional. No fucking way…over my dead body. This will not work. I click my tongue and bring out my CEO voice. “Cassandra…I thank you for coming in, but I’m afraid—”
“You’re hired!” my daughter bursts out, standing up so she’s eye level with me. She thrusts her hand across my face and reaches for Cassandra’s, mimicking me to a T how I’ve handled many successful boardroom transactions.
My mouth hangs open as I sit frozen, watching Cassandra stand in what feels like slow motion to take Everly’s hand and accept the offer.
“This is so awesome!” Cassandra shakes Everly’s hand so hard, she starts to giggle. “This summer is going to be GOAT!”
“Goats?” I exclaim, finally breaking free of my stunned-stupid response to my daughter taking over this meeting. How is Everly so charmed by this…this…I don’t even know what to call a person like Cassandra. “No one said anything about farm animals.”
Cassandra and Everly burst out laughing like they’ve been buddies their entire life. Everly places her slender fingers on my shoulder in a way that makes me feel like the eleven-year-old in the room. “Dad, GOAT means greatest of all time.”
My shoulders slump. “Oh.”
Everly leans over to Cassandra and whispers loudly, “I’m so glad this worked out. If we didn’t hire someone today, my dad was totally going to get a case of his stress poops again.”
“Everly!” My eyes fly wide when Cassandra turns her green gaze at me. I push a nervous hand through my hair and quickly rush out, “I don’t get stress poops. I don’t know what that kid’s talking about.”
Cassandra reaches out and pats me on the other shoulder. “Hey Mr. Fletcher, no judgment here. Maybe you should try some of that kombucha in the waiting room that you won’t let your staff have? It’s really good for the digestive system.”
I groan and pinch the bridge of my nose. This summer is going to be a disaster.
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Wait With Me
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When romance novelist, Kate Smith, finds her long lost writing mojo in the customer waiting area of a tire store, the complimentary coffee isn’t the only things that’s hot. But sexy mechanic, Miles Hudson, is just up for a friendly test-drive of her new book idea. At least, that was the agreement… Read Now: https://geni.us/WaitWithMe
Next In Line
What happens when the cute mountain man you made out with in an ice fishing shack turns out to be your brother’s best friend? Read Now: https://geni.us/NextInLine
One Moment Please
That awkward moment when your doctor informs you that you’re pregnant…with his baby. Read Now: https://geni.us/OneMomentPlease
Take A Number
Fake dating the cute owner of a bakery Dean is an investor in sounds kind of messy…but messy can be fun. Read Now: https://geni.us/TakeANumber
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Number 1 Amazon Bestselling author Amy Daws writes spicy love stories that take place in America, as well as across the pond. She’s most known for her footy-playing Harris Brothers and writing in a tire shop waiting room. When Amy is not writing, she’s likely making charcuterie boards from her home in South Dakota where she lives with her daughter and husband.
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Cover Reveal & Excerpt – Before I Let Go, Kennedy Ryan
May 13, 2022 | Posted in Cover Reveal, Excerpt | By Two Book Pushers
“Award-winning and bestselling “powerhouse” author Kennedy Ryan is at her absolute best in this compelling, scorching novel about hope and healing, and what it truly means to love for a lifetime.”–USA Today Before I Let Go, an all-new compelling second chance romance and the first book in the new Skyland Series from USA Today bestselling and RITA® Award-winning author @kennedyryan1 is coming November 15th, and we have your first look inside this epic romance!
Their love was supposed to last forever. But when life delivered blow after devastating blow, Yasmen and Josiah Wade found that love alone couldn’t solve or save everything.
It couldn’t save their marriage.
Yasmen wasn’t prepared for how her life fell apart, but she’s finally starting to find joy again. She and Josiah have found a new rhythm, co-parenting their two kids and running a thriving business together. Yet like magnets, they’re always drawn back to each other, and now they’re beginning to wonder if they’re truly ready to let go of everything they once had.
Soon, one stolen kiss leads to another . . . and then more. It’s hot. It’s illicit. It’s all good—until old wounds reopen. Is it too late for them to find forever? Or could they even be better, the second time around?
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The dress’s zipper stubbornly stays put at the middle of my back. Screw it. I’ll ask the hostess to zip me up. I grab my stuff and leave the bathroom just as the outer office door opens and Josiah walks in. His glance skitters over me, starting with my hair and sliding to my bare toes. “Sorry. I didn’t realize you were in here,” he says. Josiah’s face is interesting enough to make handsome look mundane, though the man is undeniably fine. The kind of fine that makes you lose your train of thought mid sentence and bite your lip. Gorgeous dark skin gleams, pulled taut over the high sculpted bones of his face. To be so controlled, nearly austere, there is something boundless about his presence. Standing here with him, that energy, an amalgamation of ambition and audacity and swagger, swirls around us in the office. It’s like being corked into a bottle with a typhoon. His brows lift, querying. I’m staring. “Oh.” I turn my back to him, as much to recover my composure as to get my zipper up. “It’s stuck. Can ya help?” He doesn’t answer, and his steps are so quiet I barely hear him cross the room, so the heat of his body warming my exposed skin startles me. The backs of his fingers brush over my spine as he pulls the zipper. It doesn’t budge at first, so he has to tug. Even just that whisper of a touch reminds my skin how to goose-bump. I glance over my shoulder and up, my breath hitching when our eyes collide. The air around us practically crackles, charged with a familiar current I’d forgotten was even possible. He clears his throat and slides the zipper to the top. “There you go.” I turn to face him and am unprepared for how close he stands. I’m barefoot and my view narrows to the broad chest and shoulders of the man in front of me. We’re not alone like this often anymore, leading separate lives that only intersect at our kids and our business. Kassim and Deja are usually around, or staff, friends, coaches, teachers. It’s rarely just us. We used to know each other better than anyone. Now I’m not even sure what he watches in the little free time he has away from this place, or if he even watches TV at all. “Have you seen Ozark?” I ask. The thick line of his brows dips. “Nah. Should I?” “It’s one of the best shows I’ve seen in a really long time. The acting, directing. The writing is stellar.” I’m rambling. I want to shove a sock in my mouth to make it stop running. “I’ll have to, uh . . . check it out.” He glances at the door. “I need to get back.” “Yeah.” I reach into the bottom of my suit bag to grab my green heels, bending to slip them on. “I gotta go too.” He runs a thorough glance from my head to my shoes. “You look . . . nice.” “Nice?” I scoop up the suit bag, now stuffed with my clothes, and speed to the door, grinning over my shoulder. “Pfftt. I look amazing.” He shakes his head, allowing a small smile. “You look amazing. Have a good time.” “I’ll try not to be out too late. And don’t let the kids stay up all night, Si. They have school tomorrow.” “Like I’m the pushover parent.” We both know he is, so I just stare at him until his smile broadens to that startling brightness that will snatch your breath if you let it. “Get outta here. I’ll see you at the house.” The house. Not home. Not the dream home we worked for and fantasized about for years. Now it’s just the house where the kids and I live. Josiah’s in the same neighborhood, but a few streets over. I’m not sure why my thoughts keep revisiting the past tonight when my reflection, my mindset, everything has “future” written all over it.
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Devil’s Angel Blog Tour & Excerpt By Julie Capulet
April 19, 2022 | Posted in Blog Tour, Excerpt | By Two Book Pushers
Three powerful families. Three arranged marriages. And one beautiful stranger with a secret who changes everything.
Devil’s Angel, an all-new steamy new adult standalone romance from bestselling author Julie Capulet is available now!
Cassidy They say family is something you’re born with. Mine abandoned me long ago. They say true love is a myth. Mine showed up as a gorgeous devil who almost killed me. I fought back. Our bodies and our hearts knew, even if our realities would never allow it.
Knox I’m one of five heirs to the Ramsey fortune and estate, a hundred acres of tropical paradise on the island of Kauai. I’m also the chosen one—a detail that’s about to ruin my life. My marriage will be arranged, to secure the alliance between families.
But when a chance encounter with a mysterious stranger literally slays me, she changes everything.
This is more than obsessive lust. It’s the kind of star-crossed love worth dying for. And it’s a risk I’m willing to take. Because settling for a future without her is no longer an option.
DEVIL’S ANGEL is a steamy standalone new adult arranged marriage romance set in paradise. It contains scorching hot love scenes and is intended for readers 18+
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Excerpt
I walk the six blocks to Perfection Catering to start work. They’re already loading up the vans parked out in front, so I show my ID to the driver and get into the van, where Maggie has saved a seat for me. “I can’t believe we’re going to Seven Mile Beach,” she gushes. “What’s Seven Mile Beach?” “Are you kidding me? It’s only the most expensive residence in the United States. We’re working for the Fitzpatricks today. It’s Vivi Fitzpatrick’s twentieth birthday party.” “Vivi Fitzpatrick.” Doesn’t ring a bell. “Should I know who that is?” Maggie rolls her eyes, like she can’t believe anyone could be so obtuse. “What am I going to do with you? The Fitzpatricks are celebrities. They own the most exclusive high-end hotels in Waikiki. Their resorts are where the tourists with serious money stay.” Maggie keeps up with all the latest social media gossip. I, it has to be said, don’t. “Here, I’ll show you their photos.” Maggie knows I don’t really have the time or the data to scroll the internet non-stop. She fills me in on all the gaps in my celebrity education. “This is Malachi.” She zooms in. “Isn’t he absolutely gorgeous?” I guess he is, in an internet-worthy sort of a way. He has black hair and white teeth. He’s surrounded by beautiful women in bikinis smiling vapidly for the camera. “Perri, Tatum and Vivi Fitzpatrick’s follower numbers on Instagram are ranked one, two and three in the world.” Maggie scrolls further. “Here’s a photo of the three of them.” I point to the sister in the middle as she zooms in. “Is that Tatum?” I recognize her face. “Yes. And this one’s Perri. And that’s Vivi on the right.” Vivi isn’t smiling. Perri is wearing a lot of make-up. She has a weird sheen to her, like she could be made of plastic. I don’t get a chance to ask Maggie more questions because we’re driving up to a massive gate. We come to a stop and several security guards climb aboard. The van is searched and we all have to be checked with metal detectors to make sure we’re not armed. Which seems a little over the top but I guess these celebrities can’t be too careful. We finally pass the inspection and our fleet of vans gets waved through. A palm-tree lined entrance winds along a grassy slope overlooking a golden sand beach and the turquoise water. Maggie and I are both wide-eyed as we drive into the compound. The house looks like a five-star plantation-style hotel with modern additions. There’s a gigantic lanai and a glittering infinite pool surrounded by palm trees. The entire place gleams with money. We’re led inside, and put to work alongside the army of staff that are already setting up the outdoor area with the tables, decorations, an outdoor up-market tiki bar and a giant buffet. The day goes quickly, and the limousines start pulling up just after six o’clock. Maggie and I are given trays with flutes of champagne and told to stand near the entrance so we can serve the new arrivals. From here, Maggie fills me in on who’s who. “I love this job,” Maggie gushes. Then her eyes go wide. “Holy shit, that’s Jagger King!” He’s stepping out of a white stretch limousine. He has straw-colored blond hair that catches the early evening sun. The rolled-up sleeves of his shirt show off his gold chains, his suntan and his tattoos. “God, he’s so beautiful.” “Is he a movie star too? He looks like one.” “No, he works for his family,” Maggie explains. “All the Kings do. They own banks, skyscrapers and basically half the real estate and businesses in Honolulu. If the Fitzpatricks are the Hollywood of Hawaii, the Kings could be described as the Wall Street.” “He doesn’t look like a banker.” “That’s because he has so much money, he can look however he wants.” Two other people get out of the limo. “There’s Stone,” Maggie whispers excitedly. Stone is tall and lankier than his brother. He’s wearing sunglasses and black clothes. “And there’s Aurora.” Maggie is totally starstruck. Aurora has dark red hair and a sexy, femme fatale look. She’s wearing a red dress, if it could even be called a dress. It’s more like a shred of ripped fabric that’s covering only the most necessary areas. The Kings are coming up the steps. Maggie and I watch them as they help themselves to champagne. Up close, they’re even more striking. Their clothes and their obvious, glittering wealth give them a power that’s hard to describe. Jagger is the most physically stunning, but all three of them have a magnetic, sparked presence, like if you touched them they might give you an electric shock. As Jagger takes a champagne flute from my tray, his gaze lands briefly on my face. His gold hair catches the light almost theatrically but his irises are a very dark brown. As our eyes meet, something about him seems almost weirdly … familiar. But why would it? I most definitely have never met Jagger King. Maybe I’ve seen a photo of him somewhere before. He winks at me before sauntering off into the growing crowd. Maggie exhales a shaky breath. “Did you see that? He looked right at you!” There’s some commotion as more people make their entrance behind us, from the interior of the house. “It’s Perri and Vivi,” Maggie exclaims with hushed awe. “Vivi is the one in purple.” Both women are dark-haired and exotic-looking. They’re wearing the most to-die-for outfits I’ve ever seen. “Oh, look, here comes Echo Ramsey.” A valet opens the door of the next car and a young woman steps out. “Who’s Echo Ramsey?” I whisper back. Maggie gives me a look. “You seriously must be living under a rock, Cassidy. You’ve never heard of Echo Ramsey?” “Uh … no.” “The Ramseys live on Kauai,” Maggie explains patiently. “All three families are interconnected. There are a lot of marriages between the families and they own businesses together. The Ramseys are more reclusive than the others.” “Why?” “They just prefer to stay out of the limelight. Their house is like a castle. It’s surrounded by acres of land and high, guarded walls. I’ve heard it’s like an absolute fortress, but inside there’s this beautiful haven, with all kinds of orchards and botanical gardens. The Ramseys live like they’re still on the frontier. They ride horses. They grow crops and they live almost entirely off the land.” “Wow.” I imagine what that must be like. To catch your own fish or pick fruit off your very own trees. “My friend’s cousin went to a party there once. She said they all look like supermodels.” “Echo Ramsey sure looks like one.” Echo is willowy thin with dark, glossy long hair that’s beautifully cut. She’s almost ethereal-looking, like she could be half fairy or a nymph who just wandered in from a magical woodland. There’s a quiet gravity to her. It’s the groundedness of someone who belongs and who walks around every day feeling the effortless security of that. You can tell she’s loved. You can tell it holds her up and shapes the way she looks at the world. I have a radar for that kind of thing because it’s so absent in my own life. “Blaise Ramsey is stunning too,” Maggie says. “They all are. I’ve seen the occasional photo of Remington, in the city. He’s the oldest. He’s on the board of some of the businesses the families co-own. He’s huge and built like a fighter. So are Knox and Wolf. They train in MMA, I’ve heard. But they hate publicity. There are a lot of cousins and extended family too, like a clan, but it’s the five siblings that get talked about most.” And now I’m curious. “What about the other two? Knox. And Wolf.” They have unusual names. “Apparently Wolf is crazy and, like, armed. He’s some kind of weapons expert or something. I don’t know much about Knox. My friend’s cousin said he was the most gorgeous of all of them. He’s seriously hot and he spends most of his time swimming and hunting. He’s sort of wild and outdoorsy, like a tropical island version of a hot mountain man. He’s hardly ever seen. I’ve never seen a picture of him. But according to my friend, all the Ramsey men are absolutely lethal—I mean, I don’t know why you’d describe someone you just met as lethal, but that’s what she said.” “Wow,” I say again. It all sounds so wildly romantic. Keeping to yourselves. Swearing loyalty to your clan. Growing up like I have, I’ve always coveted the idea of a haven. What would that be like, to belong to a place that’s guarded and beautiful and filled with people who know you and who care about you enough to keep you safe? I wish I could find out.
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Excerpt Blitz & *Giveaway* – Say It’s Forever, AL Jackson
March 17, 2022 | Posted in Excerpt | By Two Book Pushers
Say It’s Forever
A Close Proximity, Single Parent Romance from A.L. Jackson
Coming March 28th
“You matter, Salem. You matter. Look at you, darlin’.”
There was the charm all mixed up with the disorder that was at the heart of this man.
My chest squeezed and the blood thundered through my veins.
“Beauty. The meaning of it.” The words fell on a harsh exhale from his lips, and the air that was barely skating up my throat died right there when he slowly toed off the dress shoes he wore.
Obsidian eyes flashed like a rush of the darkest night, rough as they devoured me from across the space.
Without looking away, he leaned down and peeled the socks from his feet.
I gulped, then I was nearly passing out when he ticked through the buttons on his shirt and peeled that off, too.
The man was nothing but wide, wide shoulders. Muscle everywhere, bulky on his arms and chest, his abdomen packed, tapering down and narrow at the waist.
Most all of his skin was covered in ink that seemed to scream the same as the walls, though it remained indistinct in the minimal light cast down from the rafters.
But I could make out enough to get the intonation.
The pure intimidation.
Menace and peril and life.
The mountain of a man stood there for a moment, then he took a step forward.
Energy rushed across the floor.
He approached like a phantom. Like a painting that had come to life.
It covered me whole and caressed me in shadows.
I was right. This man was definitely, definitely dangerous.
There was no question about it then.
And still, I remained there, held in his gaze, feeling the safest I’d ever felt.
I thought he was coming for me, only he slipped by on his bare feet.
Desire rippled through on his wake.
God, that was sexy, too.
Jud Lawson was an anomaly.
Conflict and peace.
Harmony and dissention.
A blinding light in the longest night.
Stealer of heart and sanity and good sense.
Because remaining there on the ground like an offering?
Posing for him?
There was no question I’d lost my mind.
His aura rippled through the room as he moved over to the wall that I faced. He pulled an easel closer, and the canvas he set on it looked like it’d been painted over a thousand times. He knelt to open a few jars of paint.
He picked up a brush and studied me.
I trembled beneath his watch.
“Beauty,” he rumbled. “Second I saw you out in the rain. Thought I had to be imagining things. Hallucinating.”
“I was terrified,” I admitted, our voices dancing through the condensed air.
Louder than they should be.
The thrumming of our hearts was palpable.
Frantic beats that echoed against the other.
A smirk ticked at the corner of his sexy mouth, then it slipped when he glanced at me then to the canvas. He began to paint. Quick, sweeping strokes, as if the images fell from him without thought. “I felt your fear, Salem. I felt your desperation. Wonder if I felt it then, that we were bound to be more than strangers. Wonder if I knew you were supposed to be on the back of my bike that night. Wonder if I knew you were going to become something that mattered in my life.”
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