Thursday, August 6, 2020

Author: Jackson Kane
Title: Bigger & Badder
Series: Caldwell Hope Billionaire Romance
Genre: Billionaire Romance
Release Date: July 18, 2020
Publisher: Hot Tree Publishing
Cover Designer: BookSmith Design

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𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱’𝘀 𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗿𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗖𝗘𝗢 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗼𝘄𝗻. 𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻?

I became the youngest billionaire in history because I'm ruthless—Bigger and Badder than my competition. That's also why I know investing in this small town's football stadium is a waste of my time.

What I didn't know was that she was living here.

Judy is the girl who got away. I've thought about her for years—the night when we danced together... how she felt in my arms.

Now, I finally have a chance to make her mine. But doing so means going all-in on an investment that's doomed to fail.

And I never, ever fail.

𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝗲?

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘦-𝘣𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘴𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭-𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥, 𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘏𝘰𝘵 𝘛𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘗𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘕𝘖 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘺, 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵-𝘸𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘏𝘌𝘈.

Garrett turned to face us. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and waited for us to run to him. He made no motion that he was going to move or be inconvenienced in any way. Almost all of the stadium lights were on, which made the vision of him more imposing. He was one arrogantly confident man in a sea of green. It looked like the whole world was his stage.
What an ass.
The least he could do was meet us halfway. Who did he think he was?
Dad had a genuine grin on his face when I eventually joined him. Everyone else huffed and puffed behind us. Someone told the band to start, and they did. Fortunately for the musicians, they all had string and not wind instruments.
“What is it?” I asked Dad cautiously. I thought he’d be furious at the stunt Garrett pulled, instead he almost looked impressed.
“Smart. Very smart,” he said, clearly to himself, through winded breaths. Dad cocked an eye at me when he saw me listening intently. “It’s a power play. Not only did he shock us out of whatever preplanned spiel we had in mind by jumping out of the helicopter, but by forcing us to come to him instead of the other way around, he’s making a statement even before the meeting begins. He’s saying that—”
“He’s in control,” I interrupted absently as I studied Garrett who patiently waited for us to approach. With a nickname like the Grim Reaper of whatever, I imagined some gaunt, ugly guy, not a tall wall of muscle.
God, he was handsome.
His short brown hair was lightly tousled by the wind, but still parted to one side. With broad shoulders and chest, and thick arms, he filled out his tailored suit and jacket perfectly. Not even Gloria’s billionaire husband, Richard, dressed this well.
“For now.” Dad winked at me. “Your old man’s still got a few tricks up his sleeve. Keep up, Judy.”
“Huh?” I asked, slowing down. I wasn’t paying as much attention to Dad as I should have been. My brain could either ogle over this hottie or walk, not both. I forced my head down and sped up, reminding myself that this was business and that I had to be professional. “Yeah, of course!”
I wasn’t great at being professional, but I was trying. I really wanted to show Dad that I could handle the responsibility this time. I wasn’t about to let some rich guy screw me up. No matter how handsome he was.
“Mr. Sullivan?” Garrett asked, extending his hand.
“Yes,” Dad said, the heaviness of his breathing from the run over had finally disappeared. “Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Walker. It seems you took the scenic route.”
“I like to make my own way.” Garrett had a hint of a New Zealand accent that straightened my spine. It wasn’t just that his deep, sexy voice sent shivers through me, I also recognized it.
He used to be a big deal football player. I remembered his poster was hung up on my roommate’s wall in college. It was the last thing I saw every night when I went to sleep.
He wore a few days of stubble over his chiseled jaw; it wasn’t thick enough to hide the dimples in his cheeks, but it was dark enough to highlight his light, piercingly blue eyes.
Wait a minute. Why was everyone so hot and bothered over a football player? Last I heard, he quit playing five years ago. He was pretty, but he was a jock. I hated to stereotype, but playing football and running a stadium were completely different things.
How much could he possibly know about that side of things?
Garrett smoothly surveyed the crowd that gathered around him. Everyone said hello, some tried to introduce themselves fully, but no one could hold his interest long enough to get out their full title. Then, to my surprise, his gaze stopped on me. His eyes were the color of cresting waves and about a thousand times as deep.
“And who is this?” he asked.
“Me?” I gasped as if those waves were crashing over and drowning me. I didn’t ask him to notice me. It wasn’t like I was standing out in a crowd fangirling or anything; I was slightly behind both Dad and the other board members. For the first time in my life, I was at a loss for words.
“Uh, hi.” I smiled, stammering the words out like a gibbering idiot. Garrett patiently waited, giving me all his attention. The band played a little louder to relieve some of the tension, but that seemed to only make everything more intense between us. I felt like I was going to turn into a puddle under his gaze. “They call me Judy—”

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Jackson Kane is a professional stuntman, athlete, romance author, and above all else, a hopeless romantic. From American Ninja Warrior, to some of your favorite films, Jackson brings a unique writing style forged from countless harrowing adventures.

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Sunday, August 2, 2020

Author: Jas T. Ward
Title: A Little Pill Called Love
Genre: Women's Fiction
Release Date: July 11, 2020
Publisher: Hot Tree Publishing
Cover Designer: BookSmith Design
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A quirky character in her own colorful world. A man who struggles to see beyond black and white. With heartbreak and healing, A Little Pill Called Love is just the prescription for a little laughter, twists to heal, and a love that demands to be heard. 

Rylie Marshall has blue, green, yellow, and a mixture of pills that made her "normal." But her idea of normal and what her mother or society wanted her to be never seemed to match up. 

She lives day-by-day in a fantasy land within her own troubled head and books. Reading was her escape whenever even her head denied her such a haven. So, how was she to know that one day, sitting on the beach, a book would show her the one thing she didn't have, but might change her life…


Mike Newport had white, yellow, and striped pills that made him capable of being one of the most cut-throat corporate marketing advisers his clients could have. Not even a life-changing tragedy could slow him down. 

His days and most nights were spent with his head buried in flow charts, graphs, and spreadsheets. Busy was the best way--the heart could easily be ignored as it was dying inside his chest. 

The last thing he needed was a vacation, but how was he to know that a carefree girl, playing in the waves and talking to the birds might give him the one thing he had been avoiding…


From bestselling author Jas T. Ward comes a touching, quirky, fun, and gritty readA Little Pill Called Love, rebranded, edited, and published by Hot Tree Publishing.

I read about this. You know, when the good-looking guy looks at a girl and there’s a funny feeling in the tummy? It happens in all the books—didn’t matter if it’s a serious romance or one of those erotica books my mother didn’t let me read but I did anyway—and I thought it silly before too. How would butterflies get in anyone’s stomach to even know what they what they felt like? But for the first time, I understood—a fluttering like tiny wings kissing you on the inside. Note to self—it was a real thing. My tummy was getting inside kisses when I looked into Mike’s eyes as he held the shell of the gross, raw oyster in his fingers. Not taking the time to look at his fingers before now, I saw they were long and slender. His nails were perfect; I wondered if he did manicures and stuff. That made me wonder about his toes and the thought made me giggle at the image of executive Mike sitting in a salon getting a mani-pedi—bet he’d be on a phone or even a laptop when he was supposed to be relaxing. The image teased a burst of laughter preparing to escape, but then he said those words and no way could a girl make a sound after “take a chance.” Okay, so he probably meant taking a chance with the oyster, but it could mean so many other things. Blinking, I opened my mouth to ask what he meant, but I also didn’t want to appear to be stupid either. Swallowing, I leaned forward enough to slurp the oyster and I couldn’t help it. I spit it right back out. “Oh, it’s gross. So gross!” I waved a hand in front of my face to fan it and heard Mike laughing. I blushed so much I felt as if I would catch on fire as my ever present flee and run instinct reared up, until I once again became fascinated by his laughter. It was the different one again—like he didn’t laugh at me like he found me weird or strange. I felt he did because he thought me funny and smart, or so I hoped. I smiled and wiped my mouth with the cloth napkin and pointed to the oyster as it landed on my saucer. “Who ever thought to open up a shell and go, oh, let’s put this booger-looking thing in our mouth and see what it tastes like?” Mike gave up trying to eat the other oyster he picked up as his hand braced on his forehead in laughter. “I have never thought to research it. But you do have a point.” He smiled and slurped the oyster back like it was not the grossest thing in the world and let out a sigh I guessed came from pleasure. Oh wow, please let him make that sound after every single one of those nasty things. “I’m going to assume we need to order you something else.” He lifted his hand and the waitress came over as he glanced at me. “What do you want, Rylie? Just say it and it’s yours.” You… Naked…. For once, if not the first time ever, my brain actually stopped words from coming out of my mouth and boy, did I get happy about that. I sputtered as the waitress handed me a menu and tried to focus on what it listed, trying not to be distracted by more moans of oyster joy coming from across the table from me. Focus, Rylie, focus. I looked at the menu to see what food might not dribble all over my boobs if I had as much trouble eating as figuring out what to eat. “Uh, can I have the grilled shrimp with the parmesan potatoes?” The waitress nodded as I handed her the menu back. I rested my chin on my upraised hand as I watched Mike eat those oysters, almost wishing I’d ordered another platter of them, even if they were gross, just to watch and hear him eat them. He must have become aware I watched because he set the last half-shell down and smiled. “Anyone told you how incredible your eyes are, Rylie? Especially when they’re staring at a man as he makes a fool of himself with shellfish?” I blushed again and then covered my face with both of my hands. “No. But you are the first guy I’ve ever watched eating sea boogers.”

Welcome to my worlds, take a seat, get to know me and the characters and I assure you… You’ll be glad you did.”  ~Jas T Ward

Born and raised in Texas, Ward is a mixed bag of creativity spinning tales of paranormal, urban fantasy and even dark romance and horror; wrapped within a love story. She’s been dared to write a few contemporary romances but even those reads have characters that are real and twisted by their creator. 

Mother of three diverse and independent bold children, Ward prides herself for being the “Queen Niche’ Bitch” which is a handy way of saying she sucks writing to market. 
But her readers don’t seem to mind.

Title: Carnal Knowledge
Genre: Psychological Thriller
Series: A Deadly Sins Novel, 2
Release Date: July 11, 2020
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What do you do when you know you’re on a serial killer’s hit list? 

Six women are dead, and Wren Addison is the next victim on the SMS Killer’s list—or so she’s been told after waking in a pool of blood with no memory of the events that have transpired. 

Newly separated and struggling to start her life over after her husband’s infidelity, Wren tries to remember what happened to her, but nothing is adding up as more horrors unfold around her.  With her life on a timer and the murderer taunting her, she realizes there is nothing typical about this serial killer.   

Wren is pushed to the edge as she dances between knowing she's likely to die and fighting to be the first to survive.  As the truth starts to emerge, she rises to the challenge and decides not to go down without a fight.   

Someone is going to die, and she’s determined it won’t be her. 

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The tears blur my vision, but I can still see the red stain on the floor muddled by the water that drips from my eyes.  I drag my hand under my nose, looking at the spatter around me.  Standing, I look at the sheets, more red.  The blankets are ripped, the sheets half off the bed.  Bedside lamp is on the floor, my phone screen is shattered.  

Not knowing what else to do, I gather the linens from the bed and walk them down the hall, stuffing them into my front-loading washing machine before starting the load.  I gather the Clorox bleach spray and a wad of paper towels to clean the wood laminate floor. 

It takes a while, but now it looks normal again. The blood is gone. Normal except for the bare mattress and the bleach smell.  By this time, I’m almost brave enough to look down. My tears are gone, my vision is clear.  I have been terrified to look, scared that I am the source of blood. A wound that I can’t face, or maybe can’t feel somewhere that might have caused this mess. I look down at my body, naked, spattered. I see no cuts, no anything that would suggest blood loss of this magnitude. My head hurts now, so much that I can't concentrate enough to be afraid, or think on what the last thing I remember is, or how I got here, who I might have brought home with me. The answers to the questions that the police would ask, if I were to go to them, which I won’t.

Blood, it’s drying on my thighs. I didn’t go to bed naked. I don’t even remember going to bed or coming home. But that is where I woke up, waking up when you didn’t even know you went to sleep, or passed out, or whatever the hell this is. I gingerly touch the back of my head, feeling the growing lump there.  My blonde hair feels matted, tangled.  Source of the headache.

The blood is mine... I think. At least the pain I have tells me that at least some of it is probably mine. 
I’ve got no idea what happened.

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Rachael Tamayo is a former 911 emergency operator and police dispatcher. After twelve years in those dark depths, she’s gained a unique insight into mental illness, human behavior, and the general darkness of humanity that she likes to weave into her books. A formerly exclusive romance author, she tried her hand at thrillers in her award-winning novel, Crazy Love, and loved it so much that she decided not to turn back. Born and raised in Texas, Rachael lives in the Houston area with her husband of almost fifteen years and their two small children.

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Monday, July 27, 2020

Title: Doc T
Author: Skye McNeil
Genre: MC Romance
Series: Macha MC, #1
Release Date: July 25, 2020
Publisher: Hot Tree Publishing
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When danger surrounds a motorcycle club princess and her bad boy protector, will they battle to keep their love alive?

The job is simple. Babysit a MC princess until it’s safe for her to return to Ireland. What Doc T doesn't expect is to fall for the sassy yet innocent Isadora Walsh... but he can’t have her. It’s the club’s rule.

Isa never knew about her father’s role in Macha MC until it threatened her life. Spirited away to sleepy Snowshoe, Colorado, she craves the bad boy assigned to protect her nearly as much as she's determined to get away from club life. 

When danger crosses into Snowshoe and alliances are questioned, Isa and Doc are thrust into a MC war that results in bullet holes and kidnapping. Can Doc protect Isa or will the Macha princess do the saving?

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Skye McNeil began writing at the age of seventeen and has been lost in a love affair ever since. During the day, she moonlights as a paralegal at a law firm favouring criminal law.

Skye enjoys writing romantic comedies and cozy mysteries novels that leave readers wanting more and falling in love over and over. She writes contemporary and historical novels ranging from sweet and sassy to steamy and sultry.

Her constant writing companions are two cats and two dogs. When she’s not writing, Skye enjoys spending time with family, photography, volleyball, traveling, and curling up with a cup of coffee and reading.

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Sunday, July 26, 2020

Title: Poisoned Primrose
Author: Dahlia Donovan
Series: Motts Cold Case Mystery, #1
Genre: Cozy Mystery
Release Date: July 25, 2020
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Meet Motts and the quirky cast of characters in her world. Poisoned Primrose is a quintessential cosy British mystery and an all-round fun story to throw yourself into. 

 Autistic, asexual, and almost forty, Pineapple “Motts” Mottley flees London with her cat and turtle to a quaint cottage in Cornwall. She craves the peace of life in a small village. The dead body buried in her garden isn’t quite what she had in mind, though. 

 Unable to resist her curiosity, she falls directly into a mess of trouble and runs head-first into the attractive detective inspector, Teo Herceg. She tries to balance her business with the investigation crime, but as the killer focuses on her, staying alive becomes trickier than advanced origami. 

  Will Motts survive the onslaught of murderously bad luck? 

 Can she solve the mystery before it all spins out of control and off a cliff?

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Dahlia Donovan wrote her first romance series after a crazy dream about shifters and damsels in distress.  Dahlia is an autistic who prefers irreverent humour and unconventional characters.  She has found great happiness with her husband, her tiny dog Bacon, and her collection of books and video games.   

Dahlia has worked over the years as a teacher, insurance adjuster, and even had a brief stint as the pianist in a band–very brief, like three weeks. She uses her experiences as a TCK travelling around the world during the first twenty-years of her life to add spice to her stories.