Love at The Bluebird by Aurora Rose Reynolds & Jessica Marin

Title: Love at The Bluebird

Authors: Aurora Rose Reynolds & Jessica Marin
Publisher: Boom Factory Publishing LLC

Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 31, 2020

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With a hit song sitting at number one on the country music charts, Gavin McNeer thought he finally had everything he ever wanted.

All it takes is one look from the mesmerizing woman sitting in the front row at one of his shows and a brief encounter to make him realize just what he’s been missing. Even though he’s been burnt in the past, Gavin puts his inhibitions aside and his heart on the line to earn the trust of the woman who could be his everything.

Working in an industry where relationships start and end in the blink of an eye, Alyson Dawson has made it her mission not to get mixed up with musicians, no matter how good-looking they are. Keeping her focus on her blossoming career and clients, Aly doesn’t even have time to date much less fall in love. That is until she meets Gavin, a man who changes everything with one smoldering look.

Just when these two begin to settle into their new relationship, Aly is asked to do something that may require her to choose between the career she’s building and the man she’s falling in love with. To make things worse, Gavin’s ex decides to add a touch of drama to an already delicate situation.

Will their love survive, or become just another sad love song?

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Aurora Rose Reynolds

Aurora Rose Reynolds is a New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling author whose wildly popular series include Until, Until Him, Until Her, Underground Kings and Shooting Stars.

Her writing career started in an attempt to get the outrageously alpha men who resided in her head to leave her alone and has blossomed into an opportunity to share her stories with readers all over the world.

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Jessica Marin began her love affair with books at a young age from the encouragement of her Grandma Shirley. She has always dreamed of being an author and finally made her dreams of writing happily ever after stories a reality. She currently resides in Tennessee with her husband, children and fur babies. When she’s not hanging out with her family, she loves watching a good movie, going dancing with the ladies, sniffing essential oils, daydreaming of warm beaches, and world peace.

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Aurora Rose Reynolds and her husband, Sedaka Reynolds, created Boom Factory Publishing to use their experiences to expand and promote upcoming and existing indie authors.

With over five years in the industry, and millions of books sold worldwide, we know what it takes to become a successful author and we will use this knowledge to take our authors to the next level.

“As a successful hybrid author in this ever evolving industry, I know that you’re only as successful as the team that is promoting you!” – Aurora Rose Reynolds

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The Omen of Stones by Casey L Bond

Title: The Omen of Stones

Author: Casey L. Bond

Genre: YA Fantasy

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Publication Date: March 13^th, 2020

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Blurb: Spirit and Stone. Song and Sky. Fate and Future all align.

On my seventeenth birthday, I finally heard Fate’s voice. He whispered to me again and again, insisting I find the Omen of Stones. Having never heard of such lore, I thought I could ignore his pleas. The Summer Solstice proved otherwise. Being surrounded by fellow witches worked my magic up into a powerful swell that crashed and churned within me. As the energy crackled through my veins, I shunned my royal duties to follow the call of my heart.

Venturing beyond the safety of the Kingdom’s borders, I felt Fate nudging me toward a destiny I was eager to claim. Confidence in my craft blinded me from the ominous clouds of danger that roiled on the horizon.

Captured by purists dead-set on purging the Kingdom of magic and witches, my salvation came in the form of a mysterious girl who wielded stones like daggers. Something about her called to me, whispering we were stronger together, strong enough to stand against the dark forces threatening to crush my kingdom. Trusting Fate could jeopardize my heritage and my throne, but defying him could cost Omen’s life.

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Casey Bond lives in West Virginia with her husband and their two beautiful daughters. She likes goats and yoga, but hasn't tried goat yoga because the family goat is so big he might break her back. Seriously, he's the size of a pony. Her favorite books are the ones that contain magical worlds and flawed characters she would want to hang out with. Most days of the week, she writes young adult fantasy books, letting her imaginary friends spill onto the blank page.

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I looked around at our house, then to the boy standing in it, into his honey-gold eyes. “I don’t regret saving you, and I don’t regret bringing you here, or making salve for you, or letting you stay. I don’t regret walking with you to see the flood. But if I had let those men drown you, or if I would’ve left you bound in the rope when I had the means to sever it, or outside without a roof over your head when I had one to offer… If I’d refused to ease the pain in your wrists, River, I would have regretted it. I would have regretted every second of any and all of those choices.”

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BLURB With her past firmly behind her where it belongs, Juliette has made a career out of turning her scars into art. She uses her skills to help others cover the evidence of their pain, too. But some scars are too deep, too painful for anyone to hide completely. Juliette has everything she could ever need--great parents, her dream job, the best friend a girl could ask for, and a new body to warm her bed whenever she wants. With her focus firmly on the here and now, she never expects a kiss from a stranger to throw a bomb in the middle of her carefully constructed life. Every wound leaves a scar. Every scar tells a story. Her story left her beautifully scarred. Cover Designed by: Shower of Schmidt Designs Add to your Goodreads TBR: https://tinyurl.com/u9o9nb4   EXCERPT: Jerry approaches with my drink, clearing his throat. “Here ya go, sweetheart.” Jerry eyes the man standing next to me. “What can I get you?” Lifting the tumbler to my lips, I enjoy the satisfying burn from the mouthful I swallow. “I’ll have what the beautiful lady is having.” Feeling the weight of his stare, I look over at him. The black T-shirt molds to his body, revealing broad shoulders, a core of solid muscle, and a lean waist. If I look close enough, I may be able to count the number of abs he has. His deep blue eyes lock with mine for a long moment. Starting at my feet, he does a slow sweep over my body. My nipples harden while I watch his cobalt-colored eyes as he appraises my entire body. He leans into me, and I get a strong whiff of his fresh scent, like warm laundry fresh out of the dryer. His head dips to whisper next to my ear. “You fucking the old guy?” His voice is hoarse and sexy as fuck. His breath against my skin causes a fire inside my body to burn. What the hell is the matter with me? I had sex the other day, I should be good for a little while. Although I crave the touch of a man, I have a full drawer of toys to serve their purpose when needed. I pull back, putting some space between us, and I laugh. “Excuse me?” My eyes bore into him. He shrugs nonchalantly. “He called you sweetheart when he delivered your drink. When I walked up, he looked at me as if he was staking his claim on you. I want to make sure I’m not poaching on another man’s territory.” His flawless complexion alone would make anyone do a double-take. But it’s not his face that draws my attention as much as it is the artwork decorating his strong arms down to the tops of both hands. Parts of a back piece peek out above his shirt on the back of his neck. The rich outlines of his shoulders strain against the fabric. His dark hair is wild and mussed, looking like he just ran his fingers through it. “Not that it’s any of your business, but no. I’m not with him, nor have I ever been.” I trace the rim of my glass with my finger, trying not to focus on his beautiful face. I divert my eyes to the television mounted to the wall above the bar and attempt to ignore his presence. “Has anyone ever told you your eyes are beautiful?” Without taking my eyes off the game, I reply, “If you think that line is going to get you anywhere with me, you better try harder. I’m not that type of girl.” Out of the corner of my eye, I notice he arches a brow. My comment must have hit a nerve. “Trust me, you’d want to come home with me. Know that for sure.” His remark sure as hell got my attention. My eyes widen, and I feel the heat of a blush on my cheeks. Every hair on my scalp stands at attention, every skin cell tingles, every neuron is on fire. What the hell is wrong with me? I anchor my attention on the hot as fuck man standing next to me. For some reason, his comment makes me want to study him more. I lock eyes with him, wanting to ask what he wants from me. Instead, I lift my drink to my lips and take a deep mouthful, letting the liquid warm my throat. My thoughts run away from me, fantasizing about how hard his body is beneath his fitted shirt, how his body would feel against mine, how good he would fuck me. I shake myself from the spell this man has cast upon me. My heart beats erratically in my chest as I wrap my hand around the tumbler in front of me. He’s attractive: his hard jaw, his sharp nose, his dark hair. There’s a twinkle in his eye; I’m not sure if it’s arrogance or self-assurance. I know from the way he stands, presents himself, he’s used to getting what he wants. This man surely has no issues attracting women. I would fuck him. I want to take him home and have him fuck my brains out more than I’ve ever wanted to fuck anyone in my life. A shiver runs through my body just thinking about what those hands could do to me. What his mouth would do to me. My eyes take in the man standing before me. He is something, that’s for sure. I bring my gaze back up to his, pausing briefly at his mouth. He leans both forearms on the bar, studying me openly. He looks as if he belongs on the cover of Inked magazine. His dark unruly hair is perfect on him, shaved short on both sides, revealing his tattooed scalp. His jaw is rugged and chiseled with a hint of a five o’clock shadow that gives him an even more manly aura. Blue eyes the color of the ocean and dark lashes capture my attention. I tip the rim of the glass flirtatiously against my lip, finishing my drink. He runs the tip of his finger over my left arm, and goosebumps cloak my inked skin. Leaning back, I put some distance between us. I don’t like men touching me unless they’re invited to. The fact that my body reacted to him the way it did infuriates me. He is too good-looking for his own good as he smiles warmly at me. His teeth, even and white, contrast pleasingly with his olive skin. “Nice work.” “Thanks.” “You don’t see many girls with full sleeves.” I smirk. “I’m not like most girls,” I reply, playing with my lip ring. He smiles proudly. “I can tell.” My brows furrow. “Really?” This is uncharted territory for me. One, a man never makes me feel uncomfortable around them. I can play the game. I’m always the player, never one to be played. But something about this guy has me uneasy. He points to my empty glass. “Can I get you another drink?” Swallowing the knot in my throat, I simply nod while I play with my tongue ring. This is my most beneficial piercing. I’m able to play with it by rolling it around in my mouth at times when I’m stressed, anxious, or nervous. Hence why I’m doing it now. It helps me relax. I can do it without being visible to other people. A better coping mechanism than what I used to resort to years ago, but that’s in the past. He raises his hand in the air, gaining Jerry's attention. “Can I get two more?” With his attention back on me, he lets out a low whistle, pointing to my left arm. “Your pieces are good. You can tell the artist knows the craft.” “Do you think I’d let some half-assed artist work on me? Not gonna happen. Not on my dime.” Jerry places our second round of drinks in front of me. “Any good shops in the area?” “As a matter of fact, there is. A place not too far from here called Novocain. Best artists in the tri-state area.” Jerry inserts himself in our conversation before I can reply. A knowing look moves over Jerry’s face, and I shake my head, chuckling at his comment. “I’ll have to check it out.” “You new in town?” I ask, compelled to find out more about him. He lifts his drink to his mouth and takes a mouthful, then sets his glass down on the bar. “Yeah, moved here last week,” he replies with a dimpled grin. Damn, this guy is good-looking. “Do you have a name?” His deep voice does things to me. “I do.” Biting my lip ring, I shift uncomfortably on my feet. He leans in, shifting closer to me. “You gonna give it to me?” I swallow hard as a shiver runs down my neck. Putting a little distance between us, I lean back, looking into his eyes and extend my hand. “Mills.” His face instantly shifts into a devilish grin. Something stirs in my chest. He takes my hand in his. “It’s nice to meet you, Mills. I’m Lee.” I chuckle, shaking my head. “You think you’re something, don’t you?” I examine him through curious gray eyes. Lee smirks, running his hands through his ink-colored hair. “Not at all. What makes you think that?” he asks with a cocky smile on his face. I scoff. “Just a vibe I get. I’m pretty good at reading people.” A ghost of a smile touches his lips, making him even sexier. “Then read me.” He rolls his glass between his palms then takes another drink, eyeing me thoughtfully. Lifting my hand in the air, I raise my pointer finger in the air. “One, you’re good-looking, but I’m sure you already know.” I lift my middle finger to join the other. “You’ve got the bad boy vibe going for you, and I’m quite certain girls throw themselves at you, and I’m even more certain you catch each and every one of them.” Every single female in this packed bar has their eyes on him and can’t look away. There’s something captivating about him. He looks around the bar as if he can read my thoughts. He smiles, undoubtedly thinking about it. With three fingers held up, I continue. “You’re not used to being turned down because it doesn’t happen often.” I lift my fourth and final finger. “You carry yourself with confidence, which you should. From the work I can see, your ink is remarkable. The artist who did them knows the art quite well. I’m even impressed, and that doesn’t happen easily.” “You hit the nail on the head with a few, but not all,” he replies, his voice low and husky. Leaning forward, we are now eye to eye; only our breaths separate our mouths. “Let me make one thing perfectly clear.” My tongue slides out to flick my lip ring, drawing his attention to my mouth. His eyes travel to my lips, then meet my gaze again. His gaze darkens, and his voice lowers intimately. “I’m picky with who I fuck.”   ALSO BY H.P. DAVENPORT THE UNSPOKEN LOVE SERIES Unspoken Words: http://bit.ly/2R2Jga0 Unspoken Promises: http://bit.ly/2S5AJru Unspoken Vows: http://bit.ly/2FFFCS2 Unspoken Fears: http://bit.ly/2sF0Cjh   ABOUT THE AUTHOR Paralegal by day, romance genius by night! When she's not tending to her furry children and her handsome husband, H.P. DAVENPORT is seamlessly carving beautiful stories from her mind in her comfy PJs in New Jersey.   AUTHOR LINKS   Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/hpdavenportauthor Website: http://authorhpdavenport.blogspot.com/ Amazon: amazon.com/author/hpdavenport Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/h.p.davenport/ Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/HpdavenportAuth/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/hpdavenportauth Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/14927304.H_P_Davenport Reader/Fan Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/DavenportFanClub/ Newsletter: http://eepurl.com/b9h1y5 BookBub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/h-p-davenport

KISSES AND LIES by T.L. Smith

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BLURB I met Marcus at a crematorium. That should have been my first clue to keep away.   He was nothing I wanted. Yet, everything I needed. He was dark, dangerous. And I couldn’t stay away. Even when I wanted to.   We made a deal—just our bodies. But lines got blurred.   I asked for more than one night – I ended up asking for forever. What a mistake that was. What a mistake he was.   Sometimes love burns. And sometimes kisses and lies is all you get.   PRE-ORDER LINKS Amazon ➜ https://amzn.to/2vh9tw5 Amazon UK ➜ https://amzn.to/3aLmGxM Amazon AUS ➜ https://amzn.to/2RqNXOo iBooks ➜ https://apple.co/2OgLaV2 Kobo ➜ http://bit.ly/2KwX6Rk GR ➜ http://bit.ly/2KU5WJ1   COVER REVEAL TRAILER KissesandLiesCRFinal (1) ABOUT THE AUTHOR USA Today Best Selling Author T.L. Smith loves to write her characters with flaws so beautiful and dark you can't turn away. Her books have been translated into several languages. If you don't catch up with her in her home state of Queensland, Australia you can usually find her travelling the world, either sitting on a beach in Bali or exploring Alcatraz in San Francisco or walking the streets of New York. AUTHOR LINKS FB Page - http://bit.ly/2jcw1J3 Instagram - http://bit.ly/2Bk4qgr BookBub - http://bit.ly/2AkHdJp Reader Group - http://bit.ly/2zHDe6N Amazon - http://amzn.to/2kLyKtm Newsletter sign up - http://www.tlsmithauthor.com/newsletter/ Text TLSmith to 312-728-8217 (US only for new releases of mine)  

Feisty by Julia Kent

Title: Feisty

Author: Julia Kent

Genre: Romantic Comedy/Contemporary Romance
Audiobook Narrator: Erin Mallon

Release Date: January 28, 2020

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AN ALL-NEW STANDALONE FROM NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLING AUTHOR JULIA KENT

I’m not too proud to admit that finding Mr. Right involves swiping right. Right? Welcome to dating in avocado toastland.

Here I am, on my first blind date, ever, courtesy of a smartphone app and my two annoying best friends.

So what is Chris “Fletch” Fletcher doing, walking across the room, looking at his phone like he’s pattern matching a picture to find a real person he’s never met before?

Oh.

Oh, no.

The guy I drop-kicked in seventh grade cannot be my blind date. The guy who earned me this infernal nickname.

That’s right.

Feisty.

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More from New York Times bestselling author Julia Kent as Fiona “Feisty” Gaskill gets her chance at love - drop-kick included.

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“Fletch,” I start, walking into my office, waving him on. As we pass by the children, they snicker and whisper, the girls more stirred up than the boys. We reach the office, I close the door, and ask, “Why are you here?”

“I came to see you because I knew this was your lunch break and you've been ignoring my texts and calls.”

“Maybe I need some space.”

“I respect that.”

“Clearly, you don't.”

“Look, Fiona, I'm not here to argue with you. Or to crowd you or upset you. The opposite, actually. I realized our wires have been crossed and it was better to just come to you, face to face, and say what needs to be said.”

“You couldn't wait until I wasn't working?”

“If you'd answer my texts and calls, I could.”

“Fair enough. What do you want to say? What needs to be said?”

“I would like to ask you out on a date.”

“A date?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because I like you.”

“That's it?”

“Isn't that enough?”

“After seventeen years of teasing me, of that stupid nickname following me around like a poltergeist, now you suddenly decide that because I saved your nephew you want to date me?”

“It's not like that.”

“Then what is it like?”

“I don't know. Let me find out what it's like by spending time with you. Let's both find out what the other is really like. Do we have to define this? Let's explore it.” He grins. “Let's explore each other.”

“I think you're trauma bonding with me and getting that confused with having feelings for me.”

“Trauma bonding?”

“We went through something emotionally intense together. You helped me. I saved your nephew. But that doesn't mean we should date.”

“That's not why I'm asking you out.”

“Is it because we kissed?”

“That's not why, but it certainly adds to all the reasons why.”

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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Julia Kent writes romantic comedy with an edge. Since 2013, she has sold more than 2 million books, with 4 New York Times bestsellers and more than 19 appearances on the USA Today bestseller list. Her books have been translated into French and German, with more titles releasing in 2019.

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

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

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Pretty, Dark & Dirty by Margot Scott

Title: Pretty, Dark & Dirty
Author: Margot Scott
Genre: New Adult Taboo Erotic Romance

Release Date: February 21, 2020

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Some lines should never be crossed.

But sometimes the temptation is too good to resist…

Mason Black was everything to me: my father, my provider, my protector. But then one day, he vanished, leaving me lost and alone.

I was devastated.

Years later, just when I thought I had put the pieces of my life together, my world splintered apart again. Everything I thought I knew about my biological father and Mason’s role in my life? Turns out, it was all a lie. Every. Last. Word.

Now Mason’s back.

However, he offers no excuses, no explanations. He just wants me to be what he claims I’ve always been: his little girl.

But the ache inside me won’t be denied. The longing I feel isn’t one of a little girl who misses her father.

No.

I need Mason to be more than just a father figure.

More than a loving protector.

I need him to be my Daddy.

Author’s note: Brace yourself for a twisty, forbidden romance so deliciously devious, it'll tie you up by your heartstrings and then drag you along for the ride. If you’re a fan of very taboo older man/younger woman pairings, broody, protective Daddy figures, and contemporary Gothic vibes, then this novella was tailor-made for your Kindle.

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Margot Scott is an erotic romance author who likes long nails and short, sexy reads, rainbow sprinkles on vanilla ice cream, and rainy days spent in bed with her furbabies. When she’s not writing forbidden love stories about bearded older men, you can find her browsing Pinterest for pictures of pink things.

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