Hi again! Today we also have the blog tour for Ashley R. King’s PAINTING THE LINES! So, check it out and be sure to grab your copy today!

About Painting the Lines:

Amalie Warner wants another shot to prove that she can be a successful writer. After hitting the bestseller’s list nine years ago, she’s lost her spark. Feeling pressure from her father to leave her writing behind and to work for her family’s lucrative hotel business, she’s desperate to find inspiration for her next big idea, something that challenges and excites her, something real.

Enter Julian Smoke, a failed tennis player making a dream run for the US Open. After a chance meeting at a bar, Amalie hates him instantly. He’s cocky and arrogant, but Amalie knows his story could be her big break. Could he be more?

Everyone knows that in tennis, love means zero, but these two are about to change that.

Perfect for fans of The Hating Game and Wimbledon.

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Her nerves were overwrought as she stepped inside with the man who’d dominated her daydreams for the past seven months. And good God, some of those dreams... They woke her in the middle of the night in a sweat with the sheets twisted. Those dreams alone made her body chaotic with need; what would an actual touch from Julian do to her?

Annihilate her. Most definitely. If a steamy phone call or Valentine’s Day kiss on the cheek could make her feel so alive, so turned on…

Focus on the room, Amalie. Just focus on the room. As she tried to do that, she noticed their room had been decorated in mostly white with touches of beige here and there. It smelled like lemon Lysol, which at least let her know it was clean. She immediately made her way to the windows, doing the awkward slide thing with the blinds and then looking at their view of an alleyway behind the hotel.

Sunlight streamed onto the bed.

Wait. The bed. Bed. Singular. 

She bit the inside of her cheek. Julian was cracking jokes as he fought with getting his tennis bag and other luggage through the door and hadn’t realized she’d fallen silent.

Once he threw his stuff onto the petri dish—er, the hotel room carpet—he met her stare as she fought to appear calm and collected. “You look like you’re up to no good,” he teased, his voice gruff.

Amalie looked at the bed. “There’s one bed and two of us.” 

Julian smirked, and it wasn’t his usual kind—this was a dangerous, predatory thing that threatened to eat her right up. And the messed-up thing? She wanted to be eaten. Yep. 

“Is that a problem, Stardust? You afraid to share a bed with me?”

Playing it cool, she lifted her chin. “You should be afraid. I toss and turn and flop around like a fish. You won’t get any rest.”

Julian took another step closer, a slight swagger in his hips. “Is that so? Maybe I don’t want any rest.”

Her heart tripped over itself at the images that conjured. “Julian,” she poked his chest, his hand reaching out to encompass hers, holding it there against his heart. “This is serious. I want you to win.” She left out the part about how she wanted him in general. 

Sobering, Julian squeezed her hand. “I’ll be plenty rested, so no need to worry. The bed has plenty of space for both of us and if you toss and turn into me, I’ll just nudge you back to your side.” 

Amalie nodded. She was a grown-ass woman who could share a bed with a man she had a crush on. Wasn’t she?

“Yeah, sure. That works for me. Thank you again for letting me share your room.”

“Of course. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

About the Author:

Ashley R. King is a middle school English teacher whose love of the written word began when her mom took her to the public library, letting her check out stacks of books taller than she was. She’s the least athletic person you’ll ever meet, but that doesn’t decrease her love for her favorite sport, tennis.

She loves swoony romances and is addicted to sweet tea. When she’s not teaching or writing happily ever afters, she can be found snuggled up with a book, travelling, or quoting obscure lines from her favorite movies and tv shows. She lives in a small town in Georgia with her favorite person in the world—her husband, and their sweet and chatty spoiled cat, Cleo.

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One of the best feelings in the world is to fall in love with a book. The nerves when you’re reading the first pages, the anticipation when you get to know the characters and feel that something is up in the air… It’s magical. I felt that way reading Here to Stay by Adriana Herrera, a new-to-me author I was invited to review.

The story talks about Julia, a born and bred New Yorker who moved to Texas with a boyfriend. The guy isn’t in the picture anymore, but our girl has built a life in this new place, working in something she’s passionate about. Her life seems to be good despite her break-up and being apart from her family, until Rocco Quinn appears like a menacing (although sexy) figure in the horizon. This guy will get to decide if the foundation she works with will get cut during a merger that will be happening soon in the company.

Our guy, Rocco, has a life of his own in NYC. He’s in Texas only temporarily, where he expects to do his job and go back home with his sister and niece. He doesn't expect to find someone like Julia del Mar Ortiz, neither expects the attraction and the insane chemistry between them.

I had a great time with this book, I also loved both Julia and Rocco so so much! This story has a great cast of secondary characters as well, and I’m pretty sure you will fall in love with Julia's family (especially with her abuelita), and the NY Exile group. This story kept a smile on my face the whole time I was reading it, and while I was surfing through the pages I discovered a wonderful author I can’t wait to read more about.

So, if you're looking for a slow burn enemies-to-lovers romance, take a look at Here to Stay!

ABOUT THE BOOK 

Award-winning, highly-acclaimed author Adriana Herrera delivers the sexy, modern enemies-to-lovers romance you’ve been waiting for.  

Starting over is more about who you’re with than where you live…

Julia del Mar Ortiz is not having the best year.

 She moved to Dallas with her boyfriend, who ended up ditching her and running back to New York after only a few weeks. Left with a massive—by NYC standards, anyway—apartment and a car lease in the scorching Texas heat, Julia is struggling…except that’s not completely true. Running the charitable foundation of one of the most iconic high fashion department stores in the world is serious #lifegoals.

 It’s more than enough to make her want to stick it out down South.

 The only monkey wrench in Julia’s plans is the blue-eyed, smart-mouthed consultant the store hired to take them public. Fellow New Yorker Rocco Quinn’s first order of business? Putting Julia’s job on the chopping block.

 When Julia is tasked with making sure Rocco sees how valuable the programs she runs are, she’s caught between a rock and a very hard set of abs. Because Rocco Quinn is almost impossible to hate—and even harder to resist.

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EXCERPT REVEAL

Julia

I stepped into the elevator and shoved my phone into the pocket of my dress, took a moment to send a prayer to the employee discount that let me buy bomb clothes on a nonprofit worker budget, and did some mental math of what could be going on.

Was the program really in trouble? Could we actually get shut down?

Nope, I would not go there. I would not think about what it would be like to get on a plane back to New York dumped and unemployed. Not happening.

A distraction. That’s what I needed. Just as the door to the elevator was about to close, someone got in. The fact that I was eye level with the base of his throat was a good clue as to who it was, but when he opened his mouth and the now familiar knee-weakening baritone echoed off the walls of the elevator, I got my confirmation.

“Morning, Ms. Ortiz.” That voice could be used for interrogation tactics. Every muscle in my body loosened at the same time whenever I heard it.

I squeaked out a “Morning” and took my time lifting my head all the way up to look at the last person in the world I wanted overhearing my conversation with my mother.

Him.

Rocco Fucking Quinn, otherwise known as the “Team Leader” for the consulting firm looking to bag my job. The guy with the New York City-est name on the planet. I hadn’t exactly gotten personal with Mr. Quinn, but I picked up on that accent the first time we met.

“What’s good?” I really tried to sound polite, but my Queens jumped out in situations like this. I did not gulp, because I could not let this fucker see me sweat. I managed not to cut my eyes at him, but it was a close call.

I took him in, ramrod straight, every hair in its place, not a wrinkle in sight, and decided he could not be the proprietor of the laugh-choke from before. The man seemed to be completely lacking a sense of humor. I knew he must have teeth but I’d never seen them.

Yeah, definitely not him. That fact rallied my spirits a little bit as I stood close enough to pick up on how he smelled. Like the ocean and something woodsy. That was not helpful information.

Without saying another word, I ran my eyes over him. It struck me that he was not wearing something bespoke like pretty much everyone here. Don’t get me wrong, he still looked good enough to eat, but he was clearly on a budget. And at a place where everyone looked like they were heading to a New York Fashion Week photo shoot, it was sort of jarring. Still, the suit fit him well. And there was no question, this guy could wear the fuck out of a suit. I held back a whimper when I envisioned him in a Brioni or a Zegna. They’d have to put out a heat advisory for the building if that ever happened.

“I thought I could detect a familiar accent when I was coming down the hall.” His perfectly blue eyes twinkled at what I was certain was an expression of utter mortification on my face. He sounded pleasant enough, but he was also alluding to the fact that I was yapping on my phone. This wasn’t the first time he tried to be cute. Rocco Quinn seemed to like fucking with me. And it was only a matter of time before he stepped on my last nerve and I reamed him out.

Thankfully, just as I was scrambling to respond to his comment, the elevator got to my floor. I was planning to just leave him hanging and run off, but he was hot on my heels.

Dammit.

“Sounds like your mom misses you.”

Oh, for fuck’s sake. Why did he have to act all fake nice?

I nodded without looking at him. “She does. Listen, Mr. Quinn—”

“You can call me Rocco.”

Nope, that was not happening. I was not letting this sexy bastard talk me into getting all chummy with him. I was already on thin ice as it was. He could keep his pheromones and his slick-as-fuck expressions to his damn self. I came to a dead stop a few feet away from the conference room door where my boss—and whatever shitty news she was about to give me—was waiting.

When I turned around, Rocco was looking down at me with an expectant smile. God he was handsome, that jet-black hair so dark it almost had a tinge of blue and those eyes, piercing. And I guess he had teeth after all, and of course they were perfect. Asshole. I shook my head hard when my traitorous brain started wondering what Pantone color his eyes would be.

Get your head in the game, Julia del Mar.

I straightened my back, determined to fight off the debilitating effects of those gleaming teeth and perfectly pink lips. I had to remember this niceness was probably his way of getting us to let our guard down. He was here to find ways to cut jobs. I was not about to mouth off and get myself fired, but I needed to get some things clear.

“Look.” I was proud of myself for not rolling my neck or pointing at his face. “I know you’re trying to be nice, but you make me nervous.” I pulled on the hem of my blue polka-dot dress and smoothed my yellow cardigan, avoiding eye contact at all costs.

“Why do I make you nervous?”

Uh, maybe because you’re here to close down as much of the foundation as you can.

I refrained from actually saying that because I had not been raised by a Puerto Rican man and Dominican woman just so I could act like I had no home training with the guy who could get me fired. But it was a close call.

“I’m sorry for saying that. You don’t make me nervous.”

Lies.

Rocco Quinn didn’t just make me nervous. He made me want to run my hands all over that big-ass body and moon over his almost but not quite curly hair and blue eyes, in spite of the fact that I knew he was out here gunning for my entire program. And yet, I still wanted to kiss the hell out of him while I climbed him like a sequoia.

Copyright © 2020 by Adriana Herrera

Hi there! Today I have the blog tour for unVerified by Kristin Giese! I talked about this book a few days ago, and decided to share a little bit more with you. Check it out and be sure to grab your copy today!

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We wanted you to know that Insatiable, an all-new fun and flirty friends to lovers romance from USA Today bestselling author Melanie Harlow is available now! And if you scroll down for a little bit you can read our review about this book. Take a look!

It's here, and it's live!! HOLD ON TO HOPE, a best friends-to-lovers stand-alone romance from NYT Bestselling Author A.L. Jackson (and one of my favorite books this year!!) Take a look!

“My FAVORITE!! The love, the bond, the soul connection.... there will never be a love as destined and powerful and sweet and beautiful as the once in a lifetime love of Evan and Frankie Leigh!!!!!!!!”

~USA Today Bestselling Author Lauren Rowe

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Synopsis:

White Trash Circus will be taking an extended break and won’t be playing any time in the foreseeable future. Please lodge all your complaints to my guitarist—and my ex best friend—who I found inside the girlfriend I’ve had since high school. I will pull the freaking knife from my back and continue—without either of them—when the time is right. With enough hate and anger coursing through my veins to keep me in therapy for life, I’m going to save my cash and let the music heal me. Prepare all your bleeding hearts to be tormented with the most righteous, heavy and cataclysmic tunes to ever come out of me. So there’s that to look forward to. Thank you for all the support over the years, the gigs, the love and most of all memories. Don’t trust anyone and stay metal—Vaughan.

PS. Connor, you left your guitar and rig at my house so I took the liberty of relocating it to my front lawn. I might have dropped it on the way out the door. In your own words, brother, “Sometimes stuff just happens.”

PPS. Our drummer spontaneously combusted and is no longer with us.

WhiteTrashMegaFan - Whoa! Is this real?

VaughanLover4Eva - I love you Vaughan, you were too good for her anyway. I want to have your babies.

HeavyBrad69 – So rock and roll!! Can’t wait for the new stuff, it’s going to be metal AF!

Nico – Ummm, Vaughan, what about me?

LicksNStick - LOL awks

White Trash Circus – No one cares about the bass player, Nico.