RELEASE DAY: Dusk (The Dire Wolves Chronicles #2) by Alyssa Rose Ivy

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The Dire Wolves Chronicles continue…

After you have sacrificed your freedom what else is there to lose?

Mary Anne has given her word to Hunter that she’ll stay as his mate, but every second she spends with him takes her further away from Gage when he needs her the most.

Caught between love and duty, Mary Anne discovers that her troubles are just beginning, and that sometimes love comes at a great price.

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“Hunter?” she asked in a low voice as we sat in front of the fire downstairs. We’d started back with our favorite evening ritual, only now she sat right at my side. The rest the pack was giving us plenty of space. There were benefits to being Alpha.

“Yes?” I smiled at her. She was so beautiful. I zeroed in on her lips, needing to claim them with my own.

“Tell me about your dreams.”

“My dreams?” I put an arm around her and pulled her down into my side. I could feel her heartbeat and that put me at ease. “What kind of dreams?”

“What kind do you have?”

“The usual types I guess.”

“Are they ever about me?” She looked up at me with those expressive eyes of hers.

“You mean now? Are you asking if I dream about you?”

“Now. Before.”

“Before? Why would I have dreamed about you before I met you? How would that be possible?” Someone had told her something. That someone was going to be in a lot of trouble.

“How is it possible that you’re a wolf? I’m starting to believe that anything is possible.”

I ignored her use of the term wolf. It wasn’t worth an argument. She’d start calling us Dires eventually. “Do you really want to know?” The can of worms had been opened. There was no turning back.

“Yes. Why else would I ask?”

“Come here.” I gestured with my hand.

“I am here.”

“On to my lap.” If she wanted something from me, I was getting something from her.

“You want me to sit on your lap?”

“You know exactly what I’m asking you to do.”

She put a leg over mine and straddled my lap. She settled herself down, awakening my body even more than it already was. “Happy now?”

“I’m always happy when you’re with me.”

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Alyssa Rose Ivy- Author PhotoAlyssa Rose Ivy is a New Adult and Young Adult author who loves to weave stories with romance and a southern setting. Although raised in the New York area, she fell in love with the South after moving to New Orleans for college.

After years as a perpetual student, she turned back to her creative side and decided to write. She lives in North Carolina with her husband and two young children, and she can usually be found with a cup of coffee in her hand.

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RELEASE DAY: Blindsided (By His Game #1) by Emma Hart

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From Emma Hart, the New York Times bestselling author of the Game series, comes a brand new series where the game is realer, the tension is tighter, the sex is hotter, and the stakes are the highest of all…

Two people. Two agendas. Two games.

What happens when the out-there It-Boy of football meets the secret It-Girl of fashion?

As the daughter of Hollywood’s sweetheart, Leah Veronica can’t even buy a coffee without finding her face on a magazine stand, so it’s no wonder she’s launching her first fashion line in secret. With it debuting at New York Fashion Week in just under a month, extra time in the spotlight is the last thing she needs.

The son of the best quarterback the league has ever seen, filling legendary shoes as the L.A. Vipers’ quarterback was inevitable for Corey Jackson. So was meeting Leah Veronica—the first girl to hand him his ass without putting a hair out of place.

Getting the handsome, prickly blonde into his bed becomes his number one goal. But getting the sexy, over-confident footballer the hell away from her becomes Leah’s—at least until she realizes the best way to do that is to give him what he wants.

If only it was that simple.

When Corey discovers who she is, and private photos of Hollywood’s finest find their way online, everything they thought they knew is thrown into disarray.

And when secrets are exposed and hearts are shattered, they have to figure out if they’ve been blindsided by love or reality, and if it’s worth running the extra yard to win the game they never meant to play.

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“My feet are killing me,” I groan, leaning against the bar. “This is why I don’t wear heels!”

“Nah, you’re fine. You just need another drink.” Ryann raps her knuckles against the top of the bar and flicks her hair. The bartender shoots down to us like a baby after candy. “Three tequila shots please.”

“Aw, shit,” Macey mutters. “Not tequila. Anything but the devil drink! That should only be drunk in the safety of my apartment.”

I hold the tiny glass in front of my face. “It’ll stop my feet hurting. I don’t give a shit.”

“I’ll remind you that you said that when you call me tomorrow with a hangover.”

“I promise I’ll drink some water before I go to bed. My mom will kill me if I’m hungover tomorrow.” I bring the glass to my lips and tip it back. “Holy shit.” The tequila lights a fiery trail from my throat to my stomach. “Another.”

Ryann smirks and throws my words back at me. “Your mom will kill you if you have a hangover tomorrow.” Ryann smirks and throws my words back at me.

“Fuck off.” I click my tongue. “It’s my birthday, which, by the way, I’ve spent working and watching my half-assed football team almost throw a game. If I say another tequila, I want another tequila.”

“Okay.” Ryann shrugs, waving the bartender over again. “Three more, and three margaritas.”

He nods and fixes the drinks. A few minutes later, they appear in front of us, and I grab my purse.

“This is my round.”

“Hell no!” Macey cries. “It’s illegal to buy your own drinks on your birthday.”

“But—”

“She’s right,” a smooth voice with a hint of a Texas accent says from behind me. “At least it is in Texas.”

I spin on my seat and look into the devastatingly blue-green eyes of Corey Jackson. The very same man my seventy-five-year-old great-aunt was ogling on the TV earlier. And, okay. I get it. I totally get it. His dark hair curls over his ears, and his bright eyes are sparkling with the same smile that’s twitching at his lips. And he has that jaw—you know, the kind of jaw that makes you want to rub your fingers over it repeatedly? Yeah, that jaw.

He’s hot. The, er, tequila said so.

Smart, that tequila.

“Is that right?” I reply.

“Sure is.” The twitch of his lips morphs into a slow, sexy smile.

“I hate to remind you, but this is California.”

“Oh, I know exactly where we are. Where else am I going to be lucky enough to buy a drink for a girl like you?”

“Are you hitting on me?”

He rests his elbow on the bar in front of me and hands the bartender forty dollars between his fingers. “Does it sound like I am?”

“Is it supposed to? Because I’m sure Corey Jackson, L.A. Vipers golden boy, can find a thousand girls like me just by turning around.” I nod my head over his shoulder. “Oh, look. I just found you a bunch of them.”

Seriously, half the girls in this bar are in fan-girl mode. Or panty-dropping mode. I think they’re synonymous where he’s concerned.

He takes his change from the bartender, his smirk turning cocky. “Finally, a girl who recognizes me for more than what is under my shirt. Is this my lucky night?”

“If this is a lucky night, clearly California isn’t doing much for you.” I throw the tequila shot back.

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Emma is working on Top Secret projects she will share with her followers and fans at every available opportunity. Naturally, all Top Secret projects involve a dashingly hot guy who likes to forget to wear a shirt, a sprinkling (or several) of hold-onto-your-panties hot scenes, and a whole lotta love.

She likes to be busy – unless busy involves doing the dishes, but that seems to be when all the ideas come to life.

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BLOG TOUR & GUEST POST: Intensity by C.C. Koen

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What would you do to improve your life?

Twenty-one-year-old Serena Thomas is faced with a tough decision. Unable to get ahead of debt and loneliness since her grandmother’s death she finds a new job, placing the sheltered virgin in an underground escort business. She tells herself it’s just a temporary life choice, but destiny has a different plan. She meets a mysterious and gorgeous man, who happens to be her new boss. Will Serena fit in or will she be left all alone again?

Lincoln (aka: Linc) Jefferson has an unusual life. He established The Lounge, an exclusive escort club for very personal reasons. A place where the women say who, when, and what type of sex they’re willing to have. The escorts possess all the power and the money. It’s a business Linc guards at all costs. Trying to maintain the secrecy is a constant challenge and one that’s tested when he enters into a relationship with Serena. She tempts him unlike any woman, even though he’s surrounded by beauty on a daily basis. The more time they spend together the harder it is for him to keep his secrets. Will Serena stand by his side or will she abandon him?

Sparks and passion fly, taking these two on a journey neither could have expected.

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The inspiration to write Intensity

By C.C. Koen

A strange thing happened while…driving to work one day. A lusty fantasy seized my brain, taking over as co-pilot. Before I knew it, a parking lot and my intended destination appeared. Scary, right? Imagine how I felt. My common sense had just taken an unannounced vacation. I thanked the high heavens no one had been hurt and I’d arrived safe and somewhat sound.

The next seventy-two hours weren’t much better. Having learned my lesson the previous day, I retained complete control behind the wheel. Not used to this odd phenomenon though, I didn’t know how to handle the consuming thoughts taking over my brain. Work and home had been put on hold. Food and sleep didn’t exist. Adrenaline rushes fueled me, but sustenance came from the ever-evolving tale, living and breathing in me.

After three days of manic preoccupation, I surrendered to the surging ideas, picked up my laptop and typed, and typed, and typed. The frantic-forming romance story continued steadily for three months. At that point, feedback became a necessity and the great race for an editor began.

Connections made, feedback gathered—multiple times, and mega-money spent, I entered a zone often termed as, “hitting a wall.” As a newbie writer, the “wall” related to: 1) my writing style and 2) the genre. I discovered, being an avid romance reader did not equate to writing it. Almost simultaneously, I did two things: enrolled in writing workshops and joined an online writing group.

The result—a newbie author’s first impressions of writing a novel…

A tortoise and hare race to the finish

I started out the hare, but ended up the tortoise. At first the ideas were so rampant I felt compelled to write fast. One year and three months later, being the tortoise was much better. Writing was an emotional process. My mood impacted what I wrote. When I went back days, weeks, or months later and reread, I didn’t like a large portion. The tortoise approach gave me ample time to gain perspective, develop clear character viewpoints, and add depth, emotion, and conflict to the max. The biggest benefit—my writing style improved each and every time.

The beginning is the end and the end is the beginning

Oh, what a twisted, tangled web…confused? Right answer. Writing is a convoluted, passive-aggressive process that can send an author on a wild goose chase. Each interaction with the characters, plot, and conflict took me on a unique journey. When I began writing, the middle and end wasn’t quite clear. When I thought the story was finished, it wasn’t. The editing and revising seemed to go on forever, leading me to hire an editor way too soon. A costly error, doing damage to my bank account and my ego. If not for my persistent, strong personality I might not have continued, finishing the story became a personal challenge.

Writing my first novel beat me down, ate me up, and spit me into an overflowing cesspool of competing ideas.

But, it did not best me.

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C.C. Koen writes contemporary romance with a twist. An avid reader who enjoys mystery and suspense, her stories will never be what you expect. Determined to find adventure in her dreams and life, she enjoys skydiving, sailing and any activity that challenges her. Teacher by day, romance writer at night produce an active imagination that comes to life in her writing. Intensity is her debut novel.

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RELEASE DAY: Love So Hot (Lawsons, Book 1) by Marquita Valentine

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Bank Teller and all around good girl, Sydney McKnight, is tired of being the girl all the guys want to have as a friend. Who better to help unleash her inner vixen than her best friend and secret crush, Brody Lawson? Only, Sydney has no idea how to ask him, without their friendship going up in flames, until that is, the town of Jessamine’s annual Firemen’s Auction gives her the perfect excuse to set her plan into motion.

Fire Captain Brody Lawson has been in love with his best friend, Sydney, for years, but he would never risk their friendship by confessing his feelings to her. So, when Sydney beats out the competition to buy his time at the annual Firemen’s Auction, Brody can hardly believe his luck until she asks him to teach her how to seduce a fellow fireman.

Now, it’s up to Brody to show Sydney how perfect she already is and convince her that the only man for her is him, because if Sydney is going to seduce any man, it’s going to be him. And once he has her in his bed, he’s not letting her go.

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The thought of Sydney’s love life made his jaw clench.

“Want some help?” he asked, unable to stay away a minute longer.

Pausing, she glanced at him over her shoulder. “Sure.”

He began to clean up alongside her, working in comfortable silence for a bit. “Have you seen the new Avengers movie yet?” he asked, knowing full well she hadn’t.

“We’re going together, remember?” she said, tossing a water bottle into the recycling bin. “Next Saturday.”

“That’s the night of the auction,” he pointed out.

“I planned on going to both. We can go to the matinée instead and still have plenty of time to get ready.” She sat down on the bench and looked up at him, her baby blue eyes vibrant. “Want to be my date to the auction? I’ve never been before, so—”

“I already have a date, but you could come with us.” Smooth, Brody, real smooth. Asking her to be the odd man out was exactly how he should treat his best friend.

She made a face. “I think I’ll pass.”

He exhaled. “Look, about the other day. I hurt your feelings, and I’m sorry. Cherry put me in an awkward spot. We’re friends, and I don’t want anything to come between us.”

Her eyes became downcast. “Yeah, me either,” she said quietly.

He knelt down beside her and hooked a finger under her chin, lifting it up. Her lips were so close to his that he could hardly breathe. He’d never been this close to Sydney in his life, and he never had to fight back the biting need to kiss her before. Not like this.

“You’re a beautiful woman, Syd, and someday, the right man will come along. Nothing and no one will be able to stop him from making you his,” he said.

Her lashes fluttered, her eyes turning dark. Then she blinked. “Except when he figures out I’m better at being friends than anything else.”

“Then don’t give him a chance to see you that way.”

She pulled out of his grip. “It’s not that easy.” Busying herself with the last of the trash, she tossed more bottles into the recycling bin. “Anyway, if you still want to go to the movie with me, meet me there at one. If not, I’ll see you at the auction.”

“I can’t imagine who you’ll bid on,” he said, rubbing his chin.

“Why?” Her blue eyes blazed at him. “Do you expect me to only sit in the audience and not participate?”

Yes. “No.”

“Then I don’t see what your problem is.” Head held high, she attempted to march past him.

He caught her by the shoulders. Man, it felt amazing to touch her. If only he had the excuse to touch her all the time. To kiss her, to be the reason why her lips were swollen and her hair was messy in the morning. He gave himself a mental shake. Best friend. Best friend. There was no way he’d ruin that with her.

“My problem is with my best friend being treated poorly. You know how the auction goes—it’s rigged. I don’t want you to be embarrassed.”

“I didn’t feel embarrassed until right this minute. Besides, how do you know that I don’t already have someone in mind, and he’s very happy about it? And, Lemon is the emcee. She’ll make sure I get who I want.”

“Excuse me?” Who she wanted? Who did she want?

“You heard me. You’re just choosing not to listen.” She made a noise of disbelief. “Our first fight and it’s over this.”

Taken aback by her observation, he let go of her shoulders. “We’re not fighting.” They never fought, even when they had a difference of opinion.

She fisted her hands on her hips, a mutinous expression on her face. “I’m going. You don’t have a say in what I do. So, if you don’t like it, then stay home, Brody Lawson.”

He fought to get control of his rising temper. “Oh, I’ll be there. If only to make sure you don’t do something stupid like bid on Kyle Davidson.”

Face flushing, she gasped. “What?”

“You heard me,” he said, throwing her words back at her. “He’s too young for you, and he’s—”

“Too young for me? Wow.” She shook her head. “First, I’m stupid, and now I’m old. Thanks, buddy.”

This time, he let her march past him without stopping.

Yep, he was a first-rate jerk and selfish to boot. He scrubbed a hand over his face. There had to be some way to make it up to her, even if it meant making sure she had the winning bid on Kyle.

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Marquita met her husband aka Hot Builder at Sonic when they were in high school. She suggests this location to all of her single friends in search of a good man—and if that doesn’t work, they can console themselves with cheesy tatertots. She lives in North Carolina in a very, very small town with Hot Builder and their two children.

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RELEASE DAY & BOOK REVIEW: The Phoenix Candidate (Grace Colton #1) by Heidi Joy Tretheway

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Fans of Scandal, House of Cards, and The Good Wife will love Grace Colton…

U.S. Congresswoman Grace Colton is the most famous woman in politics—and the loneliest—until a drawling, sexy stranger offers her one night: no strings and no regrets. And it rocks her world.

Grace wakes to an empty hotel room and a phone call. The dark horse for the 2016 presidential election, Senator Shep Conover, is considering her as his vice presidential running mate.

Before she can be selected, Grace must be vetted and coached by Shep’s political consultant, Jared Rankin, who already knows too many intimate details about her. He’s Mr. One-Night Stand.

Grace is torn: play nice with Jared to join the senator’s ticket, or play hardball and back the slick frontrunner? As the Democratic National Convention approaches, Grace must decide where her loyalties lie and if she can trust Jared with her future—and her heart.

The Phoenix Candidate is an adult erotic romance recommended for mature readers

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VIVIAN’S BOOK REVIEW: 4 STARS

This is going to be weird to read, but The Phoenix Candidate has the right amount of politics and sexiness to make it HAWT and INTERESTING!

I’ll be honest, the book started out WAY TOO FAST for my liking and lacked the character development in the beginning, but by 30% I was so thoroughly wrapped up in the storyline and wondering what was going to happen next, that I didn’t even realized that author Heidi Joy Tretheway had redeemed herself with her ability to suck me into a story without needing those finer details in her characters. For example, the reader barely knows anything about the main male character, Jared, because he’s in and out of the picture. Grace is the main attraction and the book is in her POV, so we get to learn more about her throughout the book, but not Jared.

Who is Grace Colton? Grace Colton “Phoenix” is a 39 year old Congresswomen from Oregon.  She ran for Congress less than a year after a personal tragedy struck her family. She’s considered a “small fish is a big pond”, but her personal story propels her to the forefront of intrigue. Now she’s got both Presidential Candidates vetting her. And more importantly, she has the interest of one of the Presidential candidates political consultants.

Who is Jared Rankin? Jared Rankin is the man behind the scenes. He is Presidential candidate Shep Conover’s personal political consultant. He is in charge of vetting Shep’s potential Vice President running mates. Vetting Grace was his only job, but after reading her file and learning more about her through the paperwork they gathered, intrigue lead to something else. “After I knew your file, I had to know more. I had to know you. That’s why I came to find you.

Can Grace be in the political campaign of her lifetime to become the next VP, all while lusting after her potential political consultant? Or will that overshadow everything she’s been working to achieve to get to the next level in her political career? Is it something more than just wild sexual attraction, spitfire fighting, and hot make up sex?

Jared and Grace’s sexual tension sizzles off the page right from the first chapter! It was supposed to be a “No names. No stories.” type of relationship between them, but what kind of a story would it be if it ended just after one steamy encounter?

This book caught me by surprise and I loved every minute of it! I’m so glad to see that there will be a BOOK 2 – “The Phoenix Campaign”!!!!

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Setup: Senator Shep Conover has just asked Congresswoman Grace Colton to consider being his vice presidential running mate in the 2016 presidential election. But before he’ll choose her, she must be vetted and coached by his political consultant, Jared Rankin—the stranger she thought was a one-night stand.

I hold the wingback chair for support and paste a smile on my face as I watch the senator leave the suite. That leaves me and Jared and a hell of a lot of silence.

He picks up several thick manila files from a side table, perhaps the same ones I saw in his hotel room last night, and sits in the chair opposite me. His expression is unreadable.

I remain standing. Fight or flight. That’s what I’m deciding as I lament there’s nothing in view that I could bludgeon Jared with.

“Ms. Colton. Please, have a seat.” He gestures to the chair I’m supposed to occupy.

“No.” I sound like a petulant child.

“Grace—”

“No! What the hell was that, Jared? What the fucking hell?” I bend to get in his face to really shout him into submission, but he grabs my wrist.

I struggle but can’t break from his grasp. His deep brown eyes are smoldering with intensity, and I shoot as much hatred as I can from my eyes.

I’m embarrassed. Mortified. This man who has seen me naked, who made me scream his name less than twelve hours ago, is now Ms. Colton-ing me like I’m his kid’s schoolteacher.

That sends a shockwave to my gut. I know nothing about this man: not whether he’s married, or has a kid, or exactly what his business is here.

Sensing that the fight’s left me, Jared drops my wrist and slowly stands.

I hold my ground, standing toe to toe with him. His hair is combed neatly, but I remember the way my grasping fingers teased it into wild waves last night. His stubbled jaw remains.

I fold my arms across my chest because my gray pantsuit and silk top aren’t doing the trick. My heels don’t boost me to an even height with Jared.

His thumb brushes my lower lip and I gasp and take a step back.

“Pouting doesn’t suit you. Tuck that lip back in.”

“Don’t touch. I bite,” I snarl, angry that he’s mixed the familiarity from last night with the utter seriousness of this political opportunity.

“So do I,” Jared says, taking another step toward me and forcing me to step back. “But you like it.”

I bump into a wall covered in fancy wallpaper. Jared’s body cages me in.

“You’re a bastard.” I’m even angrier he’s getting to me. I grab his shirt, ready to push him back, but he captures my wrists and slams them against the wall above my head.

“I hear that a lot.” Jared’s body molds against me. I feel his erection hardening as he presses his hips into mine, and my traitorous body responds in turn, too eager to tip my hips at just the right angle.

I can’t get the word bastard through my lips again when every cell in my body is screaming Encore! Encore!

“How could you?” I hiss.

“It’s what you wanted. No stories. No strings.”

“But I’ve got a hell of a lot of regret.” I move to turn away from him, but Jared lowers his mouth toward mine. His lips land on my jaw and skim down my neck, his tongue explores the hollow of my throat then glides back up my neck to taste the soft skin behind my earlobe. I whimper and twist, but he just anchors me harder, both body and wrists.

“You knew,” I hiss, trying to get my brain to focus on why I’m here, not the hardening length in his pants that has me rubbing against him like a freaking cat in heat. “You knew who I was and you let me … you let me humiliate myself.”

I stifle a cry as his teeth come out, sinking into the flesh at the base of my neck. It stings, and the twinge heightens my need to retaliate, to touch him in all the ways he’s touching me. To drive us to release.

His knee presses between mine and my legs part, my body in full meltdown.

“You didn’t humiliate yourself. You just let go. Got out of your head for One. Fucking. Minute.” With each word his hips rock against mine until my core is aching to be filled again.

My God, is he really going to make me come? With every stitch of clothing on? I struggle against his hold on me. “You knew who I am. You knew we could be working together!”

“I didn’t go to the club expecting to pick you up, if that’s what you’re wondering.” His lips are inches from mine and his eyes narrow. The force in his expression nearly my undoing.

“Bullshit. You were all about picking me up.”

“And do you regret it?” Jared’s voice drops to a low, dangerous whisper.

No! “Yes.”

He drops my hands. Spins and strides to the opposite side of the room.

I go cold. And fucking frustrated. He wound up my body so tight that I’m vibrating with tension, needing just a little more to take me over the edge.

He gathers the folders and slides them inside a leather attaché case as if we’ve been sipping coffee for the last five minutes rather than slammed up against a wall. “Let’s go.”

“Where?”

“Your place.”

I almost snap, imagining the relief he could offer to my wound-up state. But his face says all business. He looks at his watch. “We’ve got a long list on our agenda today. Your place is good enough to start.”

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Her first career as a journalist took Heidi behind the scenes with politicians, rock stars, chefs, and detectives, all of whom inspire her stories. Heidi Joy is currently working on her eighth book from her home in Portland, Oregon. She adores hearing from readers at author.heidi@gmail.com.

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RELEASE DAY: Filthy Beautiful Forever (Filthy Beautiful Lies #4) by Kendall Ryan

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Collins Drake exercises control over all facets of his life. From his business, to satisfying his physical needs … it all happens on his command.

So when a woman shows up at his door and reminds him of a promise they made each other when they were just ten years old, it shouldn’t have the ability to rock his entire world.

Yet it does.

Because Mia Monroe wasn’t just his childhood best friend, she wasn’t just the girl he lost his virginity to and hasn’t seen since, she’s the one exception to his perfect control. And piece by piece, she’s about to tear apart his carefully laid plans.

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6473923Kendall Ryan is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of contemporary romance novels, including Hard to Love, Unravel Me, Resisting Her and When I Break.

She’s a sassy, yet polite Midwestern girl with a deep love of books, and a slight addiction to lipgloss. She lives in Minneapolis with her adorable husband and two baby sons, and enjoys hiking, being active, and reading.

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