Tangled [a Moreno Brothers Novella] by Elizabeth Reyes [BookBlitz + Giveaway]

Title: Tangled  (The Moreno Brothers, #5.5)
Author: Elizabeth Reyes
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: December 7, 2014
Synopsis
 
Just when Romero thought he’d conquered his
anger issues…
Now that Izzy has
earned her credentials to teach at a college level, Romero is doing his best to
be supportive. Even after she informs him she won’t be teaching.

She’ll be assisting a professor—a recently divorced professor
whom she’ll work with side by side.

Isabel loves being
home with her kids, but she’s ready to get back to her career—back to a world
where she can enjoy some in-depth political conversations with someone who
really gets it. The brilliant Political Science professor she’s assigned to assist
seems to be the perfect fit.

But when those conversations get a little personal, Isabel
isn’t sure if she’s just being silly or if the professor is sending insidiously
veiled messages.

Romero’s knack for
picking up on her unease only complicates things, especially because Isabel
also has a big Christmas surprise for him. With suspicions awakened, Romero’s
interpretation of Isabel’s sneakiness stirs that dormant rage he hasn’t had to
deal with in years, and emotions become furiously Tangled.

 
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✸ Tangled – Excerpt 
 
First
excerpt set up:
Isabel has been talking to the professor she works side with now and
she just explained how she met her security investigator husband at a wedding.

He smiled, bringing the tip of his reading
glasses to his lips. “I thought maybe you two met by way of his job: something
interesting like he fell in love with the beautiful woman he was supposed to be
investigating.”
 
Feeling her face flush instantly, she shook her
head too quickly. “No, nothing like that,” she said, swallowing hard.
 
“I’m sorry if that was inappropriate.” He sat
up. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”
 
Calling attention to the fact that she was
probably beet red now wasn’t helping. “No, don’t worry. I blush really easily,”
she said, laughing nervously. “It’s a curse and one of the first things my
husband said he’d noticed about me. He’s, uh,” she added, bringing her hand to
her face and touching her warm cheek, “still highly entertained by it,
actually.”
 
He stared at her for a moment without saying
anything then smiled. “I can see why.”
 
Their eyes met for a moment too long, and
without thinking, she began blurting things out: how her former roommate was
dating Romero’s friend at the time and then about meeting him at Alex’s
brother’s wedding shower. She even told him how at first she’d been afraid they
might be too different. “But I guess it’s true what they say about opposites
attracting, because here we are years later, happily married with two kids.”
 
The moment she said that last part she felt
utterly ridiculous. For some stupid reason, she’d felt it necessary to throw
that in, but he already knew this! Her face began to warm again as the
mortification set in. Did he possibly
pick up on the fact that, for an instant there, she thought he needed to be
reminded?
 
Each day there were dozens and dozens of young,
pretty, and very likely single girls who sat in awe of their brilliant and very
attractive professor. He had to know this—had to know that while it went
against school policy to date his students, he still could have his pick of any
single girls on campus. 
 
Why in the world would he need to be reminded that his
assistant was happily married? Just because of his beautiful comment?
 
Jesus, she was an idiot.
 
“And they’re probably right,” he said, still
staring at her in that way he always had, but somehow it felt different now.
“It’s probably why my ex-wife and I couldn’t work things out. We were too much alike. Yet my stubborn heart
keeps getting drawn to women like her, women I can talk to for hours on end and
never get bored.” He smiled, and again the moment went on a bit too long, but
mercifully, he continued before she had to think of a response to that—she had
nothing. “My ex-wife is also a professor at a university, only she teaches
Women Studies.”He laughed softly now. “You can imagine the discussions she and
I had. While some of those discussions could often get heated, it’s what I miss
most. Any woman can offer physical pleasure. To me, it’s always been about how
a woman can pleasure my mind.”
 
For the first time since they’d been sitting
there talking, there was too long of a moment when neither said anything
because she suddenly felt speechless.
 
✸ About Elizabeth 
 
USA Today Bestselling Author, Elizabeth Reyes continues to answer
to her calling on a daily basis. Since releasing her debut novel Forever Mine
(Moreno Brothers #1) in 2010 she has now published 9 full length novels total
and fast at work on the next. The excitement her Moreno Brothers, 5th Street,
and Fate series have garnered has far exceeded her wildest dreams. It is with
as much excitement that she’ll continue to put out books related to these
series as well as introduce brand new ones very soon.
 
In 2014 she will take her next step in the
exciting world of writing and publish her first traditionally published book
with Simon & Schuster/Atria. But she will continue putting out self
published books as well.
 
 
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‘Shady Lady’ from the Anthology ‘Pistols & Petticoats’ by Adrienne deWolfe [BookBlitz]

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SHADY LADY

prequel to DEVIL IN TEXAS (Velvet Lies, Book 4)

Blurb

Fiery singing sensation, Sadie Michelson, thinks falling in love is bad for business—until William “Cass” Cassidy, a hotheaded gunslinger, sets his sights on wooing her. But when a Texas Ranger arrives in Dodge City to extradite Cass for a crime of passion, Sadie must use all her wits and wiles to lure the law from her man’s trail. And that means risking everything—including Cass’s love.

Excerpt

Excerpt from

SHADY LADY, a Novella

By Adrienne deWolfe

from the Anthology

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“Cass, I’m busy. Can’t you see I’m writing a song?”

He recalled that Sadie turned into a fire-breathing dragon if someone dared to interrupt her creative frenzies. He cocked his head, plotting his strategy to whisk her off to the river.

His ornery lover was sitting with her spine propped up by pillows against the headboard of her unmade bed. Her glorious red-gold curls tumbled in every conceivable direction over the sagging, ebony lace of her night wrapper. A sea of yellowed papers surrounded her exquisitely long legs, bared up to the thighs. Those papers had lots of black lines, little bitty symbols, and tea-cup stains.

In fact, the whole room smelled like mint and rosehips, Sadie’s favorite brew. The teapot – and a pair of greasy, sunny-side-up eggs – sat forgotten where she’d left them: on a chipped china platter atop the traveling trunk at the foot of her bed.

“The sun is shining!” he cajoled.

“Yes, well, it’s daylight, isn’t it?” she retorted absently, her bare toes wiggling to some inner rhythm as she scribbled a few more symbols on the paper in her lap.

She’d barely glanced his way. He steeled himself against a flare of temper. He was Coyote Cass, after all. He could charm the rattle off of rattlers.

Strolling to the side of the bed, he was careful to keep his expression enthusiastic rather than provocative. There would be plenty of time for romping in the daisies and buttercups, where he planned to spread a blanket, pop a bottle of champagne, and practice all the creative ways that Sadie had taught him how to use whipped cream and berries. Maybe even honey.

“What’s that chubby, black dot with the flagpole rising out of it?” he asked, knowing full well that it was a musical symbol.

“Music.”

“What kind of music?” he persisted, undaunted by her growl.

She blew a curl off her forehead. “The usual kind.”

“A love ballad?”

Her stylus paused as those tawny Tiger eyes glared up at him. He just loved when Sadie glared. He didn’t mind arguing with the hellcat one bit. Not when her make-up sex was so divine.

“When have you ever heard me sing about love?” she snapped.

“Maybe it’s time.”

She muttered something under her breath that sounded like, “Dreamer.”

Smirking, he thought fast. The only person in the world who thrived on competition more than he did was Sadie. Calling upon a credible baritone – one that she had once described as “lyrical” – he belted out an improvised rhyme:

“With looks that drive the gals insane,

He rides them like a hurricane . . .”

His musical lampoon succeeded. Her lips twitched. Her stylus actually lowered.

“Not bad,” she conceded grudgingly. “Where did you hear that? From Wilma’s piano player?”

“Hell, no. I made it up.”

“You did not.”

“I did too!”

She hiked a challenging eyebrow. “Right here? On the spot?”

“Damn straight! Wanna hear another?”

Hooking his thumbs over his gun belt, he swaggered around the room, acting adorable.

“He rides like greased lightning atop his black steed,

The handsome young Ranger, renowned for good deeds,

To rescue the damsel, alone in her bed

From cold eggs and boredom and songs in her head.

Away to the river, he carries the lass

To woo her and feed her and kiss her bare . . . ”

 

“Cass!” she shrieked, her laughter ringing through the room in merry peals.

He chuckled, enjoying her earthy humor.  “I reckon Cass rhymes, too.”

“You are a pest. And pests should be spanked.”

“Never argue with a lady. That’s my motto.”

“Is it, now?” She tossed aside her stylus and swung her naked feet to the floor. “Since when?”

“Since I was… uh… ” He gulped. “Sun-up?”

He’d lost the use of his brain the moment she’d started shrugging off that scanty black waterfall of lace. Nothing but freckles adorned her alabaster flesh now.

“Maybe you’ve confused me with someone else, lover,” she drawled.

She was prowling closer, all sizzle and sin. By the time she halted before him, his loins were hot, and his mouth was watering. Those wicked, feline eyes laughed up at him.

“Do I look like a damsel in distress to you?”

“Uh… ” Trick question, some lucid part of his brain warned. “You look like my heaven,” he rallied gamely.

“Aw.  Isn’t that sweet?”  A dimple flirted with her cherry-red lips. “Who taught you how to lie so prettily? That Injun half-breed?”

“Lynx doesn’t like to be called -—”

“I’m more interested in what I like,” she purred. “And what I like is naked cowboys . . . “

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The Rebel Rutter Rides Again

in SHADY LADY

By Adrienne deWolfe

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They call him Coyote Cass, the Rebel Rutter, and sometimes, Lucifire (because he’s a devil with a gun.

 

Some heroes capture an author’s heart.  They refuse to go away quietly after “The End” is typed in a novel.

Billy “Cass” Cassidy was one of those troublemakers.  He started out as the villain of SEDUCED BY AN ANGEL (Book 3, Velvet Lies Series).

But Cass wasn’t happy as the villain.

“Aw, c’mon,” he whispered in my ear.  “Give me a break!  Sure I shot a man in the back, but he bashed in the head of my 18-year-old cousin!  And sure I kissed my best friend’s girl.  But I also saved his neck from a lynching rope after I got plugged and was half dead from blood loss!”

Cass – or rather, “Coyote Cass,” as the rascal is aptly named – can be extremely persuasive. The next thing I knew, I was doing something crazy:  rewriting the plots of SEDUCED BY AN ANGEL and HIS WICKED DREAM to redeem Cass.

However, redemption wasn’t good enough for Cass.  Never mind that Dodge City bawds dubbed him the Rebel Rutter.  He kept whining in my ear, “But I need a book – and a woman — of my own!”

I sternly replied, “Cass, you’ve had TOO MANY women.  Remember that time in Cheyenne, when you set a record for eight bawds in one bed?  Romance heroes can’t do that!”

The scapegrace batted his baby-blues, flashed his Coyote Grin, and crooned in my ear:

“Lucifire they called him,

His draw was next to none;

His smile was like an angel’s;

The devil ruled his gun.

“The purdy gals in Texas

Would sigh for him and swoon,

When Lucifire went sparking —

Sneaked thru windows to go sparking —

Broke fair hearts when he went sparking -–

Each night beneath the moon.”

Needless to say, once Cass started serenading me with his theme song, I was a goner.

Creating the perfect lover for Cass proved a lot easier than I thought it would be.  She had to be a strong woman who didn’t need a man 24/7 (Cass was an outlaw, and therefore, on the run.)

She had to be a woman who had bigger aspirations than catching a man. (Cass was notorious for loving and leaving “wedding-bell chasers.”)

She also had to be immune to his charm.  So I decided to rattle the Rebel Rutter’s confidence by giving his woman so MANY men, that she didn’t believe in love and was jaded by sex.

In the novella, SHADY LADY, we first meet the torch singer / bawd, Sadie Michelson, in all fiery-haired glory. Three years Cass’s senior, Sadie is the woman who taught the Rebel Rutter how to kiss. (She also taught him how to use whipped cream in profoundly shocking ways.)

Cass has adored her since the age of 12. In describing their adolescent love affair, Cass reminisces, he “worshipped her in the only way a penniless boy could:  He gave his body wholly to her pleasure.”

In SHADY LADY, Sadie and Cass reunite after an eight-year separation in the Wickedest Little City in America – better known as Dodge City.  Since the novella is set in 1879, Wyatt Earp, Doc Holliday, and Luke Short are among the historical figures who play pivotal roles in the plot.

SHADY LADY is one of three novellas that you’ll find in the new Historical Western Romance anthology, PISTOLS AND PETTICOATS. My publisher invited two other best-selling authors to write for the anthology. In ETHAN’S BRIDE, Barbara Ankrum tells the story of a mail-order bride. In THE BAREBACK BRIDE, Sharon Ihle writes about a heroine who runs away from home to join Buffalo Bill Cody’s Wild West Show.

The great thing about PISTOLS AND PETTICOATS is that each novella features a beloved character (or two) from our previously published novels. That means you get to catch up with “old friends” after their Happily Ever After.  (Or in Cass’s case, BEFORE his Happily Ever After, since he and Sadie are star-crossed lovers until the end of DEVIL IN TEXAS.)

 

 

 

 

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Author Bio

Adrienne deWolfe is a #1 best-selling author and the recipient of 48 writing accolades, including the Best Historical Romance of the Year Award. She enjoys mentoring aspiring authors and offers professional story critiques and book coaching services through her website, http://WritingNovelsThatSell.com. Learn more about Adrienne’s books and read excerpts at http://ebookdiscovery.com.p8.hostingprod.com/AdrienneDeWolfe.html

 

BookBlitz+Giveaway: Board Approved by Jessica Jayne

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Taking Advantage Series
Book Two
Jessica Jayne
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Date of Publication: August 27, 2013
ISBN: 9781771305389
ASIN: B00ESSFD5C
Number of pages: 52
Word Count: 17,270
Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

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Blurb

 

After his divorce, Greg Snow dedicated his life to his work as a corporate attorney in a large law firm and as a member of the board of directors of Advantage Insurance Company. He liked it that way… at least that’s what he thought until Tessa Mills entered his life.

Growing up with an alcoholic mother and never knowing her father, Tessa Mills has not had an easy life. And her relationship decisions have been less than stellar. But she’s finally making a life for herself and running her own business – a yoga studio. It’s her saving grace and that’s all she needs… until Greg Snow turns her world upside down.

Tessa and Greg have a strong attraction, but is it enough to overcome all their differences?

 

 

Excerpt

 

“I don’t want to seem like I am ungrateful for what I have.  I’ve worked hard for it.  Very hard.  And…”  Before she knew what was happening, Greg’s hand palmed the back of her head and pulled her into a kiss that sent her head spinning.  His lips were firm yet soft to the touch and he moved them expertly over her own.  His goatee tickled her skin in a lascivious way that made her wonder what it would feel like at other spots on her body.  His tongue flicked out over her lips and Tessa was unable to stifle the moan that rose up her chest.  He took that as the opportunity to move further and pushed his tongue between her lips.  Oh sweet Jesus, he tasted fantastic!  He tasted like caramel coffee.  She could get lost in his taste… in his kiss.  His experience was evident as he licked into her mouth, exploring every crevice.  His hand flexed at the back of her head before sliding down to the nape of her neck and caressing her there.   She’d never been kissed so thoroughly, so sensuously.  Her panties dampened as he took the kiss deeper and her hands gripped his shirt tightly as if it were the only way for her to keep from melting into the seat.

            Beep!  Beep!  Startled back to reality by the cars honking behind them, Tessa pushed back from the kiss.  She had been so wrapped up in her verbal dribble that she hadn’t even recognized that they had been stopped at the light just before the bridge.  And then his kiss threw her into a tailspin.  She’d completely lost track of where she was.  She came to find out she was making out at a traffic light with a man she barely knew, and she was struggling to catch her breath after the make out session.

            “You’d better go,” she whispered.  She could feel the blush once again spread over her face.  He looked at her closely, studying her.  Another horn honked and his hand fell from the back of her neck and rested on her knee.  He gave her a little squeeze and she watched as his lips quirked up into a gorgeous smile.
  “I’ve been wanting to do that since the moment I laid eyes on you,” he said, roughly.  “And truth be told, I can’t wait to do it again.”  Tessa inhaled sharply at his words and the desire behind them.   He glanced over at her and smiled.  His grey eyes were darker than they had been earlier, and she wondered if this was the look she’d read countless times about in all the romance novels she adored.  “Where to, Tessa?” he asked.  His question brought her back to the present.

 

Author Bio

 

I am a born and raised small town Ohio girl, who moved to the Sunshine State after graduating from college. I graduated with a bachelor’s degree in English because I could not imagine doing anything else but reading and writing. It is such a pleasure to be able to share all the stories in my head!

In the journey of life, I also became a wife and a mother of three children. So, life is always an adventure. But the love of writing has never died.

 

My favorites:  I love to read and write… obviously! But I also enjoy all sports, especially college football and the Ohio State Buckeyes!  Go Steelers!  Go Rays! I LOVE to travel… LOVE, LOVE, LOVE to travel. And I love sharing my love to travel with my children. I love to drink Teavana teas! I love a good glass of wine, especially if it comes from a bottle made by the FOOLS wine club… yep, I’m a member of that!    I love hanging out with my family and my friends!  Big fan of music, but love nothing better than putting on my jean shorts, tank top, cowboy boots and hat and watching Tim McGraw belt it out!  I’m a sucker for a cowboy hat!

Favorite quote:  “If nothing ever changed, there would be no butterflies.”

 

Find Jessica @

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