Monday, January 27, 2020

WRITTEN in the STARS Cover Reveal

Title: Written in the Stars
Author: Leaona Luxx
Genre: Contemporary Romance, Valentine’s Day Romance Novella
Release Date: February 13

Cover Design by TE Black, TE Black Designs

A love of a lifetime is hard to come by these days. We all chase that ever-elusive happily-ever-after.
But when that love is written in the stars, you’ll find yourself falling faster than a comet from the sky.
Valentine’s Day shouldn’t be just one day—love should be celebrated forever and always.
No simple roses or violets will do; my special someone deserves the stars and the moon, too.
A compilation of love letters from my alphas to the loves of their lives.

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We Are One

What can I do?
Haven't we all asked that question?
What can I do to help these people in need as fire destroys our beautiful country?
With big celebs donating money we could never match, which we are SO incredibly grateful for, we wonder how our little donations can make a difference? But they can. Every SINGLE cent makes a difference. Every person makes a difference. Everyone coming together MAKES a difference. 
So, I decided to make a difference. I wanted to give back. I wanted to help. 
What I never expected was the incredible support my fellow Australian authors would give me. These utterly BEAUTIFUL women all came forward and happily threw themselves into my cause. They wanted to help. They had lived the pain. Cried the tears. Seen the destruction. They, my friends, are angels. 
So, there you have it. This is how we're helping our country. 
Today, Australia Day, we are so proud to be releasing not one but TWO incredible anthologies into the public. Volume One is available on ALL platforms (Nook, Apple Books, Amazon, Kobo etc) and Volume Two is exclusive to Amazon and FREE in Kindle Unlimited. We wanted to open it up to EVERYONE. 
Two incredible editions, full of amazing books, for the price of $3.99. That money you spend will go directly into helping two incredible charities that need our money the most right now. Your purchase will go towards saving things that are so utterly broken right now. We need to heal our country. We need to heal what's broken. 
VOLUME ONE will go in full to HIVE AID. Bees are everything, you guys, and they're being destroyed. Without them, there is no us, they need our help -  https://www.ruralaid.org.au/donate
VOLUME TWO will go in full to WIRES – Australian Wildlife Rescue Organization - https://www.wires.org.au

Our native flora and fauna need us, and we've decided to give to them. 
The most important part, is me giving a shout out to the incredible people who have graciously helped us without question. Who have given their time to us without hesitation. 
For this ABSOLUTELY amazing cover, I give full thanks to Ben Ellis from Tall Story Designs. He has worked with us to give us the most beautiful cover I could ever imagine. Ben, thank you, no words can express how grateful we are. Please, go and give him your support - https://www.facebook.com/tallstorydesigns
To Give Me Books for creating a release blitz for us, to spread the word and help us get as much as we possibly can for these incredible charities, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. You have stepped forward and jumped in without question. You're a true part of this book community. Please, go and give them your support - https://www.facebook.com/GiveMeBooksPR
And, to my UTTERLY gorgeous AUTHORS that came forward and gave their work to this, who jumped in without thought or question, I am forever thankful for your help!! You know how much this means to our country, and you're all true angels. I wish we could have gotten every Aussie author in this anthology but unfortunately that just wasn't possible, but I know, I KNOW, they are all supporting this country with their whole hearts <3 
Ella Fields, Lili Saint Germain, TJ Hamilton, Max Henry, Nina Levine, Lauren McKellar, Lila Rose, TL Smith, Len Webster, Rachel Brookes, KM Golland, Carmen Jenner, Lesley Jones, Kate McCarthy, Kate Sterritt, Eden Summers, Pepper Winters & Kasey Millstead! 

Thank you,
Bella Jewel x




Title: We Are One: Volume One
Authors: Ella Fields, Lili St. Germain, TJ Hamilton,
Max Henry, Nina Levine, Lauren K. McKellar,
Lila Rose, T.L. Smith, & Len Webster
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 26, 2020



Volume One

Nine amazing authors come together in this incredible anthology. All proceeds will go towards those in need during the Australian Bushfire Crisis currently affecting Australia.

In this limited edition you'll receive 9 full length novels from the following incredible authors:

Lili St Germain - Gun Shy
Ella Fields - Suddenly Forbidden
TJ Hamilton - Defending Pacer
Max Henry - Echoes in the Storm
Nina Levine - Steal my Breath
Lauren K. McKellar - The Twenty One
Lila Rose - Fumbled Love
T.L. Smith - Kandiland
Len Webster - The First Touch Of Sunlight

All content is recommended for adults over the age of 18+




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Title: We Are One: Volume Two
Authors: Rachel Brookes, K.M. Golland,
Carmen Jenner, Bella Jewel, Lesley Jones,
Kate McCarthy, Kasey Millstead, Kate Sterritt,
Eden Summers, & Pepper Winters
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 26, 2020



Volume Two

Ten incredible authors come together in this amazing anthology. All proceeds will go towards those in need during the Australian Bushfire Crisis currently affecting Australia.

In this limited edition you'll receive 10 full length novels from the following incredible authors:

Bella Jewel - Fleeting Moments
Rachel Brookes - Be My Temptation
K.M. Golland - Plight
Carmen Jenner - Towards The Sound Of Chaos
Lesley Jones - Spiralling Skywards
Kate McCarthy - The Biker & The Thief
Kasey Millstead - Cowboy Town
Kate Sterritt - Love My Way
Eden Summers - Hunter
Pepper Winters - Can't Touch This

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finding my safe PRE-ORDER Blitz




Title: Finding My Safe
Series: Finding #3
Author: Halo Roberts
Genre: Steamy Romantic Comedy
Release Date: February 3, 2020



Blurb

The songs say love is in the water...and strange...here’s hoping love is also at Joe’s bar...and not actually strange.

I met the love of my life in a little town called Gravity once...too bad she was with another guy that night. When fate throws me a second chance, it adds a twist I didn’t see coming...literally. ~Kane

Taking him home, that’s a good plan, right? I’m just being neighborly. Just being neighborly...geez I don’t even believe that myself. I’m bringing 6’5” of muscle bound, ink-covered, bearded goodness home with me, because he’s hurt, he has no one else...and I think I might love him a little. ~Wren

When Wren and Kane meet again, far away from sleepy little Gravity, Georgia, things have changed. Wren is graduating med school, ready to start her residency soon. She’s got a cat who likes to steal t-shirts with amazingly perfect timing, a not-even-a-boyfriend that won’t take a hint, and an inability to say no when a bachelorette party for an acquaintance takes them to a seedy bar on the outskirts of town. 

Kane is under pressure to pay for the sins of his father, and the life he thought was buried just won't stay dead. An ambush in an alley makes him depend on Wren far more than he expected. The real question is, can they find love in the midst of five-dollar tequila shots, surprise proposals and the bright lights of Las Vegas?


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“What a ride! You may need to fan yourself while reading this one!”

“This book has it all, humor, hotness, intense and swoon worthy moments.”

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“As always - I could not stop laughing, her character's inner voice is the single most realistic and hilarious thing I have ever read.”







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Excerpt

Chapter 1

Wren

Bachelorette parties suck. Elbowing my way through the crowded bar, I curse Gran for teaching me manners as a child. If it weren’t for her, I would have given this whole night a hard pass. Instead, here I am, getting another round of shots for Jenna and her friends who can, at best, be called acquaintances from med school. Squeezing between a rock and a hard place; in the form of a man so firmly wedged onto his stool that I question if he died a few days ago and a trucker with a sun-dried tomato for a face who sighs and moves every so slightly, I wave at the bartender and glance around.
You know that no-man’s land where the country meets the city? You’re driving through street lights and neighborhoods and BAM, nothing for about a mile before the fields and barns start? That’s where Joe’s Bar sits, right smack in the middle of that city-country deadzone. It’s a pretty average crappy bar, full of hard-drinking regulars, the occasional hipsters who roll in looking for an experience, bar flies who reek of cheap perfume and desperation, and a party of silly girls hogging up the tiny dance floor. That’s me. I’m with the silly girls.
Waving at the bartender again, I walk myself back through the conversation that brought me to this point. Jenna approached me earlier today with the friendliest smile I’d ever seen on her face. There’s the mistake...I fell for that crocodile smile. She fed me some kind of sob story about Monica not having many local friends who would throw her a hen party, boo-freakin-hoo, I fell for that too. Yep, and now here I am, buying a round, for these silly drunks I barely know. I should bail.
“Hurry up Wren!! We’re sooooo thirsty!” Monica trills, dancing in a circle with her stupid plastic champagne glass held high. She’s gaining the attention of the pool players nearby. Pausing their game to look at her, the nearest one grins at his friends and loops an arm around her waist as she dances by, pulling her in tight. Oh great, this could get bad fast. I’m too far away to hear what he’s saying, but her smile quickly fades and she starts squirming free, so it’s not hard to guess at his intentions.
Jenna stomps over, finger raised in a very official angry point to give him a piece of her mind, but one of his buddies twirls her into his arms, laughing rudely as she squeals indignantly. I glance at the bartender who gives a decidedly overworked sigh. Picking up his phone from under the bar, he appears to check the time before tossing the phone on the counter and continuing to pour drinks.
“Thanks bud, you’re a big help,” I grumble as I shove away from the bar and make my way back through the crowd. I can see angry tears brimming in Monica’s eyes as she swats away the offending hands of the dipshit who won’t leave her alone. See now, that’s not fair...and this is her hen party damnit... Pasting a smile on my face I put a little bounce in my step, all the better to get close to you losers. The two men who are bothering the girls see me coming and glance at each other before smiling at me.  
“Well good evening Sugar,” the one bothering Monica lets go of her waist, tipping an invisible hat at me, his voice oily as his eyes scan me top to tail. It doesn’t take him long, I’m five foot nothing, and I walk right up close while he gets an eye-full. Not wasting a beat, I get in his space, grab his nuts, and squeeze. Hard. As his smile quickly turns to an open-mouthed bellow of pain, he curls in on himself trying to get away from me. I help the momentum along, pushing his head straight down on the edge of the pool table with a satisfying thunk and he falls to the floor, dazed, holding his squished nuts. Just like you taught me Gran.
“What the hell?!” His buddy lets Jenna loose and looks back and forth from his fallen friend to me several times in rapid succession. Now to get us out of this mess.
“You stupid jackasses,” I fill my normally sweet Southern voice with as much disdain as I can drum up. “Do you know who these girls’ Daddies are?” I point at Jenna, Monica and Courtney, “CEO, Senator, Sheriff, and you think you can just paw their baby girls?” Idiot number one is still on the floor, but his buddies are backing away looking seriously uncomfortable.
I shake my head in disgust. “Apologize and get back to your game, you hear?” They mumble ‘sorry’ and turn back to the pool table shame-faced, but the idiot on the floor isn’t quite ready to give up.
“Whatever bitch,” he groans, climbing painfully to his feet, eyes narrowed. Damnit.
Turning to the girls, I decide to herd them to the door and find a bouncer to walk us to our car. A hard poke in the shoulder turns me back to the angry idiot with sore nuts.
“We ain’t done yet sweetie,” he leers, confidence returning, as he reaches out a finger to twirl a strand of my blonde hair. I swat him away, angry. As I’m deciding whether to dust off a few more tricks Gran taught me or just insist that the bartender get off his ass and call the cops or something, Sore Nuts jerks his hand away like he touched a hot stove.
“My apologies, we thought you girls wanted to dance. We’re just going to play pool now and leave you be.” His words tumble out in a rush, fear in his eyes as he stares over my head. The hell? 
“Hey Kane, didn’t know you were working tonight,” Sore Nuts continues, trying to sound calm. Kane? Ohmygod. I whirl around and almost bash my nose into a very hard chest covered in a flannel work shirt. Taking a tiny step back I look up and see a grim face I’d recognize anywhere. He doesn’t glance at me as he gives Sore Nuts a hard look.
“Roy, Charlie,” he rumbles, looking at each of them in turn. “Looks like your game is over.” He sets his jaw, I can see the muscles working under his beard. It’s shorter than I remember it, he used to keep it long, now it’s just barely long enough to grab. That’s not a weird measurement at all, where did that come from, wow. Darker red, almost brown, as if he’s not in the sun as much as he used to be when he worked on the farm. His hair used to be such a golden red, I always thought he looked like a lion. I wonder if he remembers me.






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Author Bio


Halo Roberts is a writer of steamy rom-coms, lover of coffee and dark beer, and spoiler of two fat cats affectionately known as the Bitchy Betas. She's living happily ever after in Iowa with her very own hunky farm boy, and a small herd of stubborn mules that look a lot like children.


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LOW DANCING Cover Reveal




Title: Slow Dancing
Author: Stylo FantĂ´me
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Najla Qamber Designs
Release Date: February 21, 2020



Blurb

A rising pop star who can't let go of her emotional baggage, and a cocky dance partner who doesn't know what monogamy is.

She's inhibited.

He's free-spirited.

She doesn't want a relationship.

He doesn't believe in them.

She can't believe that anyone would love her.

He can't seem to stop himself from loving her.

When their differences collide and sparks start to fly, he's sure it's the start of something amazing.

And she's sure it's the end of her career.

Who will be right?





Excerpt

Woods's voice was suddenly behind her, startling her.
“Why do you always sneak up on me?” she demanded, not able to keep the grin from her face. He beckoned her with one finger, and she swayed into him, her body moving to the music. Closed her eyes as she remembered their dance from the beach.
“Because I like to see you blush,” he replied, one arm coiling around her waist as he moved in rhythm with her.
“Mean man, that's not very nice,” she laughed, looking up at him again.
“I'm not a very nice man.”
She snorted. The tequila was rolling around in her brain, making her feel loose. Bold.
“No, you're not, are you? You're a tease.
“A tease?” his eyebrows shot up. “Explain, please.”
“You. Sneaking up on me, talking to me the way you do.”
“And how do I talk to you, hmmm?” He raised a beer bottle to his lips – she hadn't even realized he'd had one in his free hand.
“You talk to me like ...” she tried to think through the tequila fog. “Like you know me. Like you know secrets about me, and you're keeping them from me.”
“Maybe I do,” Woods challenged before necking the rest of his beer. She watched the tendons in his neck stretch and pull taut. Ridiculously wanted to place her tongue against them.
“And what secrets do you know, pray tell?” she asked, loosely wrapping her arms around his shoulders as a slow song came on.
“I know a lot of things.”
“I think you're full of shit,” she called him out. “I think you just like to tease people. Poor Jeremy.”
“I didn't once tease Jeremy,” Woods corrected her. “If you asked him, I think you would find that he was highly, and often, fulfilled.”
Fulfilled? Or just filled?” she joked before she could stop herself.
“Ooohhh, I think I'm going to like drunk-you very much,” his voice was low as he laughed at her response.
“And none of that is a secret – everyone knew you two were sleeping together. I don't think you know any secrets, Woods Donahue,” she said.
He pulled her in tight to him, pressed his mouth to her ear.
“I know some things,” he breathed. “I know you look at me when you think I'm not looking at you. I know you wonder what it was like between Jeremy and me. But mostly, you wonder what it would be like between you and me.”
Her temperature skyrocketed and she felt like she couldn't breathe. Forget blushing, she was on fire, and she couldn't decide if she wanted to run away, or cry, or strip. Possibly some combination of all three.






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Crazy woman from a remote location in Alaska (where the need for a creative mind is a necessity!), I have been writing since ... forever? Yeah, that sounds about right. I have been told that I remind people of Lucille Ball - I also see shades of Jennifer Saunders, and Denis Leary. So basically, I laugh a lot, I'm clumsy a lot, and I say the F-word A LOT.

I like dogs more than I like most people, and I don't trust anyone who doesn't drink. No, I do not live in an igloo, and no, the sun does not set for six months out of the year, there's your Alaska lesson for the day. I have mermaid hair - both a curse and a blessing - and most of the time I talk so fast, even I can't understand me.

Yeah. I think that about sums me up.


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Good Girl Gone BAD Release





Good Girls Gone Bad
Brandt's Dozen Book 2
Genre: Romantic Suspense


Blurb

Sage Grayson’s world is torn apart when a video of her getting wild with a
stripper during a bachelorette party goes viral. Needing help, she turns to her
aunt, who enlists former Navy SEAL Kristian Rodriquez to be her bodyguard.
Finding him sexy-as-sin, she intends to remain professional, though it isn’t long
before their attraction ignites temptation. After a stalker’s obsession with Sage’s
traumatic past is revealed, Kristian realizes her life is in danger and takes her
into protective custody.

At a remote cabin in the Blue Ridge Mountains, Kristian and Sage unburden their
souls, falling in love. When their location is compromised, it’ll require a team of
former Special Ops soldiers and detectives to stop a killer before it’s too late.

Author’s Note: Be advised that the heroine in this story is the survivor of sexual
assault and certain situations, memories, and elements may be difficult to read.

Excerpt

March—Reigning Men All Male Revue—Baltimore
“To a weekend with no rules!” Sage shouted to overcome the pounding music and catcalls all around the club.
Downing a Fireball, the cinnamon-hot whiskey scorched a trail straight to her gut, giving her courage to whistle as loudly as the other women enjoying the six gorgeous men costumed as legendary heroes throughout history, their choreography candid and erotic.
In truth, the strip club was a blast. But, for Sage, it was less about gorgeous male dancers and more about seeing her best friend having fun. Whether it was the stress of planning a wedding, taking law classes, or the down payment on a house, Bailey hadn’t laughed or smiled in months.
“Enjoying yourself, Bailey?” Sage asked, leaning close enough to be heard over the music.
“Are you kidding? The dancers are hot and I’m crushing on the one dressed as Sir Galahad.”
“Just remember, tomorrow, we’re going to a spa, then shopping. Tonight, we get to play.”
“Amen!” Bailey agreed, raising her glass high in the air. Joining her, Sage clinked her glass and downed the shot that reminded her of the cinnamon hot candy she’d loved as a kid.
Two shots later, Sage couldn’t help but wonder if something was wrong. Bailey still looked unhappy.
“Bailey, are you sure you’re alright? If you’re having doubts about the wedding, don’t hesitate to speak up. You know I’ll support you, so will Gretchen and your parents.”
“We’ll talk when I don’t have to shout,” Bailey promised.
Sage would have said more but the music went quiet, a spotlight centered on the main stage, a red rose in the center of the circle of white cast on the black curtain. At some point the six dancers had gone to side stages set up strategically about the room.
From out of nowhere, their waiter appeared to cap off their drinks or refill shot glasses. They’d paid for the VIP treatment, gaining the best view of the stage and the waiter was adorable with his nerdy glasses and babyface looks.
“Ladies, who’s ready to play with our resident fallen angel, Azrael, who can tempt anyone to sin,” an unseen DJ enticed, his voice familiar as a blast from the past, the lighting going dark as a red spotlight centered on a black velvet curtain.
The sudden appearance of a longhaired masked man with black angel wings and black leather pants that left nothing to the imagination caused Sage to gasp. Whoa! Azrael was hotter than any of the strippers she’d seen so far. And, boy, there was something about him that called to her inner bad girl.
Gretchen Thomas whistled and poured another round. Sage downed hers in a single gulp, the cinnamon heat working its magic. Bailey, who wore a white tee shirt that read bachelorette #1 and a tiara on her head, did the same and they shared a playful smile.
Music kicked up even louder, the women got rowdier, and Azrael hadn’t even done more than handing out roses he’d managed to produce out of thin air to those who’d been fortunate enough to surround the stage. Obviously, the dancer was trained in magic, but the twenties and fifties in the women’s hands suggested it was no illusion as to why they’d bypassed the plethora of bouncers.
Sage suddenly found herself leaning forward when Azrael’s wings morphed into a long black cloak with red lining, his roses replaced with a red bullwhip secured to his belt, and a red mask covered his eyes. Holy cow, red was her favorite color! Could this night get any better? She hoped so. And, hey, she’d found the perfect red velvet dress that made her feel both pretty and a little bit like a vampire due to the flow of the handkerchief hem about her calves.
“I think the angel is a vampire in disguise,” Bailey shouted.
“Or a Dom, hell, I’d let him tie me up if given the chance,” Sage responded, causing Bailey’s bridal party to laugh out loud and down another round of Fireballs. When they’d been refilled, she couldn’t say, though this time she suspected it was their adorable twenty-something server who wore a tux, suspenders, and a dapper bowtie.
Drawn back to the stage, Sage realized something had changed. Oh no, Azrael was leaving his post…and coming straight for the VIP table.
“Whose naughty enough to come up on stage with me?” Azrael asked them. “The bride-to-be?”
“Oh no, my fiancĂ© wouldn’t like it,” Bailey denied, shaking her head.
“Come on, when’s the wedding?”
“End of June,” she answered, swallowing hard, as if it hurt to talk. 
“Months away, come on. Promise, I won’t bite and tell,” he urged.
“Go, Bailey, have fun while you can,” Sage tempted, laughing.
“Or, call things off before it’s too late,” her sister remarked.
“You’re just equating every man with Steve.”
“This has nothing to do with the biggest mistake of my life.”
“I’d think dating him after what he did to our brother should’ve been a clue.”
“Ouch! I loved him as much as you did.”
“I’ll join you, Azrael,” Sage offered, mainly to ease the sudden tension between the two sisters.
Uncertain if he’d heard her speak up, she jumped when his gloved hand caught her wrist. Bringing her to her feet, he halted when she paused to grab her cane. “You need that, honey?”
“No, just need a little stability,” she answered, relieved when he took her elbow as he led the way to the stage, his grip as stabilizing as her cane would’ve been.
The next thing she knew, they were front and center. The DJ spoke, again his voice familiar, the music turning dark, sultry, and wicked. The lighting overhead fading to red. Looking back at the dancer, she couldn’t help feeling a little nervous. The truth was, it’d been so long since she’d interacted with a man other than a friend and she kinda felt virginal.
The first song ended, the music merging to something trippy and electronic, her focus on Azrael, who only had to crook his finger once to get her moving to a contraption that looked like a medieval torture device.
Out of nowhere, he produced a length of red rope, came closer, and spoke in her ear. “You up for a little fun?”
“Good to go,” she said.
He waited a moment longer, then proceeded to bend her over the contraption and bind her wrists to a pair of restraints already in place. Having spent enough time in community theater to recognize how easily she could get out of her predicament, she went with it, enjoying her moment in the spotlight.
The crowd grew wild when his cloak came off, the bullwhip sailing this way and that, never once striking her. Little by little, with the snap of the whip’s tail, Azrael’s clothing was coming off, boots, a belt, leathers, a shirt, finally a red mask. It took a second to realize why. Oh, my goodness, Azrael was giving her a view of a bite-worthy ass exposed by a barely-there G-string.
Then he turned around and she felt her mouth drop open. The man was ripped, bare of body hair, and glistening with body oil. Holy archangel, given the significant bulge behind a triangle of black leather, he was either stuffed with a couple pairs of socks or hung like a horse.

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My love for storytelling began when I created my first fictional characters in kindergarten, convincing my family and friends that Red Henry and Green Henry were identical twin brothers in my school. They were mischievous, rarely did their homework, and even had girlfriends! Years later, I started to write, completing my first manuscript in middle school. I confess the heroine was a cross between a contemporary Laura Ingalls Wilder and Nancy Drew, who’d been dating one of the Hardy Boys, but when I wrote “the end” I’d known I had more stories to tell.


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Blurb Reveal: The Sublime Series

The Sublime Series by Julia Wolf is re-launching on February 6th!

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One Day Guy, Book One:
The first time I saw Joe Silver, I was an awkward seventeen-year-old girl and he was the blue-eyed, tight-jeaned rocker performing on stage. In an unexpected twist, we became friends, until I wanted more. Then he utterly demolished my heart.

Now I’m thirty-one, slightly less awkward, and Joe Silver just strolled into my little town. Instead of a rock star, he’s now a music teacher, but he’s still got the same irresistible pull as he did that first night.

He’s everything I want in a man: funny, sweet, gainfully employed, and sexy as hell. He’s also the guy who turned my life upside down. 

I’m wary and my battered heart doesn’t quite trust him, even though he’s working his way past my poorly constructed barriers.

Joe Silver might be my forever...or he might earn a second entry on my list of heartbreaks.

One Day Guy is a small town, slow burn, second chance romance that is high on swoony and funny moments, and low on angst (but just enough!)....plus some rad nineties dance moves.


The Very Worst, Book Two:
James O’Malley is hot.

Built like a lumberjack with a beard to match, I can’t take my eyes off him.

I really should be able to, considering we had the very worst sex of my life six months ago. But he won't stop looking at me with his broody, soulful gaze every time I take a seat at his bar and I’m quickly becoming addicted to it.

When he looks at me like that, I think maybe I should throw out all my rules and give him a second chance to become the very best.

James doesn't just want a second chance; he wants all of me, and he won't settle for any less.

I have to decide if I can open myself up to a man whose code I can't quite crack. Because he might want all of me, but I'm not sure he's willing to give me the same.

The Very Worst is a sexy and funny second chance romance with a broody, introverted hero who goes from the worst to the best and a sassy, dancer heroine. It can be read as a standalone!


Want You Bad, Book Three:
I’m a mess disguised in a pristine package. Routine and order are the only things keeping me sane these days. That is, until Charlie Hamada shows up in my small town and blasts my orderly (boring) life to bits.

Charming, spontaneous, and quirky Charlie has decided his mission is to turn me into a rebel...and I like being just a little bit bad more than I ever thought I would.

I like Charlie too, even though his tattoos and rocker past are nothing like my typical type. Maybe that’s exactly what draws me to him.

But I’ve been friendzoned, the last place I want to be with Charlie.

As perfect as our friendship is, I learned a long time ago that perfection is overrated. If only I can convince Charlie of the same thing.


Fix Her Up ,Book Four:
At thirty, I’m starting over after a scandal that nearly ruined me. New job, new fixer-upper house, and all new outlook.

How did I end up with a tall, devilishly handsome Israeli roommate? I couldn't actually tell you. Avi Cohen steamrolled into my life, and I kind of liked it.

He's a flirt, but we have a contract and rule number one is no sex. Which is a good thing, because as attractive as he is, he's just putting his broken heart back together, and I'm not looking to be his rebound.

Only it seems our contract isn't worth the pink highlighter and paper it's written on since Avi's never met a rule he didn't want to break.

Avi wants more than a hook-up, and maybe I do too, but once he finds out about the scandal that rocked my past, he might never look at me the same.


Eight Cozy Nights, Book Five:
It'll take a miracle for the two of them to last more than eight nights...

Larissa:
Hanukkah's never been my favorite holiday. In fact, I usually forget it's happening. This year though, despite nearly being killed by my tall drink of water new neighbor, I'm in the mood to celebrate. Only I can't seem to find my menorah...

Yo:
Hanukkah's one of my favorite holidays. I look forward to celebrating every December. This year could be more interesting than ever, when a gorgeous, curvy (and grumpy) woman moves in next door. Only I seem to have misplaced my candles...

Together these two opposites will light up the night.

If you love Hallmark movies, but sometimes wish the language was a tad saltier and the love scenes, well, existed, then this funny, sweet, and sexy Hanukkah novella is for you.


MEET THE AUTHOR:
As a little girl, I watched my mom read her Harlequin romance novels and always wondered what was so fascinating about them. When I grew up and finally read my first romance, my first reaction was “Oh!” followed by a “Ooooooh!”. A romance reader was born!

And now I create my own love stories. I like taking the everyday and injecting a whole lot of swoon into it. Who doesn’t want that?

Most of my books take place in and around Baltimore. It’s what i know, and it’s an area I love. I like to mix in a little bit of big city with my small town.

When I’m not writing, I’m momming my three crazy, beautiful kids. Although according to them, I’m always writing!



WRITTEN in the STARS Cover Reveal

Title: Written in the Stars Author: Leaona Luxx Genre: Contemporary Romance, Valentine’s Day Romance Novella Release Date: February 13 ...