This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Emily will be awarding two prizes each containing ebooks Mist and Smoke, the first two books in the Smoky Blues series, to randomly drawn winners via Rafflecopter. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour. EXES AND OHS Read an Excerpt He should pull away. Instead, tightened his hold while he plundered her sweetness. They clung together for long moments, their moans the only sound in his ears. When he pulled back, he looked into her eyes, dimly lit by the streetlights and a waxing moon in the night sky. “Well,” he murmured softly as he took in her swollen lips and her glazed expression. “Was it as good as it used to be?” His question seemed to snap her out of her trance. “Yep. Best empty, meaningless kiss I’ve ever had.” Her words were biting, but her expression screamed sad. She pulled back and he let her go, even though every muscle in his body was dying to hold onto her. She got into the Beamer and in typical Vivienne fashion pulled out of the parking lot a little too fast. He watched her go, his fingers pressed to his lips. It stung more than he cared to admit that she thought what he craved was empty and meaningless. It had never felt that way to him. About the Author: The author of over thirty romance novels, Emily Mims combined her writing career with a career in public education until leaving the classroom to write full time. The mother of two sons, she and her husband split their time between central Texas, eastern Tennessee, and Georgia visiting their kids and grandchildren. For relaxation Emily plays the piano, organ, dulcimer, and ukulele for two different performing groups, and even sings a little. She says, “I love to write romances because I believe in them. Romance happened to me and it can happen to any woman—if she’ll just let it.” website: http://www.emilymims.com facebook: http://www.facebook.com/emily.mims.756 twitter: http://twitter.com/emilymimsauthor instagram: http://www.instagram.com/mims_emily Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/Emily-Mims/e/B00FQQ247K/ref=sr_tc_2_0 Buy link: http://boroughspublishinggroup.com/books/vivis-leading-man a Rafflecopter giveaway
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Challenge: Lose my virginity before my 24th birthday. Time Left: 23 days. Read an Excerpt Group Text To: Jada, Lauren From: Emma E: Logan knows I’m the author of The Virgin Club which means he knows about my stupid Virgin Challenge!!! E: He was working at Freeman Foxx when I broke my nose. I told him it was me and I totally forgot I wrote a post about it. L: OMG J: Wow! E: Yeah, been through that stage already. What the hell do I do now??? How can I go into work tomorrow and face him? That’s it. I’m quitting my job. Hey Lauren, if I lose my apartment can I take your spare room? L: Of course you can. J: You’re not quitting your job or moving out! Take a deep breath and let’s take this one step at a time. E: Ok. I’m semi-calm now. So what’s the first step? J: Are you sure he knows it’s you? E: Yes, he sent me a message. It was definitely him and he obviously found the blog because my dumb Virgin Challenge post is trending. L: Was his message flirty? E: Yes, like he was teasing me with it. J: Is he still with that obnoxious girl who needed a smack upside the head? E: No. They broke up a few weeks ago. J: Well this is interesting news :) L: I can almost see the light bulb going on in your head lol. E: Oh no. What? J: Confession time. Do you still like Logan? E: I’ve already been there. I’m not embarrassing myself again. Logan knowing I’m a virgin is bad enough. J: Answer the question, Emma. Do you like him or not? E: Yes. J: Enough that you would welcome him “taking on your over-expired V-card”? E: Yes, but I obviously suck at reading signals. I don’t even know if he’s interested, single or not. J: There are ways to get around that and they start with your blog. E: My blog? No. Absolutely not. J: FaceTime me. I think once you hear my plan, you’ll change your mind :) L: Count me in too! I am NOT missing this. E: Ok, but it better be good. J: It’s not good. It’s brilliant. About the Author: Kayley has three simple rules in life: 1. Surround yourself with some incredible, kick-ass women you call friends. 2. Don’t worry about failure or mistakes. It’s how you respond to them that makes all the difference. 3. An appletini is never complete without two cherries. https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/44301055-the-virgin-club https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/18941724.Kayley_Wood https://www.kayleywood.com/ Buy Link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07PHC354J a Rafflecopter giveaway This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Maggie Mooha will be awarding $15 Boroughs Bucks to 2 randomly drawn winners via rafflecopter during the tour. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour. Jane Austen's most famous lovers, Darcy and Elizabeth, return in a tale of romance, adventure, and danger set in the heart of the Caribbean. Read an Excerpt: She was grateful for all he was doing for her, and for her family despite its low connections and its unseemly behavior. Gratitude, however, was not her overwhelming emotion at that moment. She wanted him to take her in his arms. She wanted to kiss him good-bye, again and again. He turned to look at her once more. She swallowed hard. His eyes. They bore into her like a dagger. It was now or never. What if he were killed? What if he lay in his grave never knowing that she loved him? He was prepared to sacrifice everything for her, his position, his reputation, his wealth, and now he was prepared to sacrifice his life. Could she hold her reputation above that? He turned away from her and headed to the door. She could not let him go without telling him of her feelings. What if he was mistaken? What if Wickham killed her father and killed him too? As he opened the door and exited, she said in a barely audible tone, “I love you.” She waited for the click of the door. It did not come. The door opened again, and Darcy entered the room once more. “What did you say?” he asked. She faltered for a moment, then repeated, “I love you,” louder this time. It all happened in an instant. She did not move and yet she was in his arms. He strode across the room with such force that he lifted her off the ground. The touch of his body was intoxicating. Suddenly, a dark cloud crossed his face, and he let her down. He still had not kissed her. “Perhaps you are only grateful to me,” he said, pulling away slightly, but not letting go of her. Oh no, no, he would know. She reached up and caressed his cheek. “How can you doubt me?” she asked. “Do you think I do not know my own mind?” She watched his face. His eyes searched hers as if he would find in them the truth he wanted to know. She touched his face again. He kissed her. About the Author: I’ve always been a storyteller. When I was little, I used to tell my sister stories before we went to sleep. Most of them were serials – Superman and the like. It never occurred to me until much later in life that I should try my hand at writing. Most of my career, I’ve been a music teacher. I’ve found music such a help when crafting a story. I actually see the structure of a book as if it was a musical composition. As for the nuts and bolts of my life, I grew up in the Chicago area and was a teacher there for quite a few years. I had a chance to teach at an international school in Dar Es Salaam in Tanzania, and I spent two years there. After adopting my son, we spent four years at an international school in the Philippines. During that time, I began writing. Now I live in the western U.S. Most of my work has been screenplays. Over the years, I’ve won or placed well in competitions. I’m telling you this so you don’t think I sat down one day and wrote a novel out of the blue. I’ve spent many years working and learning. A long time ago someone called me “an insatiable romantic.” I hope that's still true. Visit with Maggie – Facebook: http://facebook.com/maggie.mooha Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/mmooha Instagram: http://www.instagram.com/mmooha5817 LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/maggie-mooha-120a6624 BUY LINKS: http://www.boroughspublishinggroup.com/books/elizabeth-new-world https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/elizabeth-in-the-new-world-maggie-mooha/1129784411?ean=2940155857334 https://www.amazon.com//dp/B07JP9KXDS https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/elizabeth-in-the-new-world https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/903159 https://linkmaker.itunes.apple.com/en-us/details/1440196638?country=us&mediaType=books&term=Maggie+Mooha&type=book a Rafflecopter giveaway This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Keira Dominguez will be awarding $15 in Boroughs Bucks to 2 randomly drawn winners via rafflecopter during the tour. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour. A MOST PRIVATE BATTLE Read an Excerpt “Always the hero,” Fox stated, appearing from the ballroom as Henry trained his eyes down the hall where Miss Thornton had disappeared. “But it’s caddish to give a girl hopes, Harry. Particularly such a dull-looking mouse.” Henry’s jaw set. It hadn’t been like that. Meeting Miss Thornton had been more like finding a brother-soldier, someone whose warm laughter and ready wit had plucked him out of the madness of Spain and put his feet down on the soil of England. For a few brief minutes, she’d made him feel that he was not wholly alien here. In the face of that, the fashion of her dress was totally irrelevant. Henry followed Fox into the ballroom again and they watched the dancers until Henry put the back of his hand to his mouth, yawning. When Miss Thornton left, all his energy had seemed to go with her, and the weariness that was a massive wave he’d been outrunning since Spain was finally going to break. “You should be in bed,” Fox noted, stifling his own yawn. He raised his voice over the violins and noise of the party. “Speaking of which…. Where—?” The music came to an uneven halt and the long lines of dancers froze like grappling statues. “Dear guests—” A voice rang out from a tiny woman at the dais. Lady Sherbourne. “I had hoped for an exciting party, but did not dare pray for something so memorable. London has brought out one of its finest fogs for us.” Talk rumbled through the room. “That’s torn it,” muttered a man to Henry’s right. “Can’t leave now. I’m for the library sofa. Every man for himself.” Gentlemen closest to the garden doors swung them wide, displaying a thick wall of fog that rolled through the crowd like a malevolent guest, arriving late and sending dangerous greetings left and right. Henry’s heart skittered to a stop. How long had it been since Miss Thornton left? A quarter of an hour? More? The answer made him sick. It was too late to chase after them. About the Author: Keira Dominguez graduated from BYU with a B.A. in Humanities and lives in Portland, Oregon with her husband and five children. For the last decade, she has co-authored The Uncrushable Jersey Dress, a blog and Facebook page dedicated to mid-century author, Betty Neels. Cultivating this corner of fandom confirmed the suspicion that people who like sweet romances are as smart, funny, and are as interesting as readers of any other genre. When Keira is not busy avoiding volunteerism at her kids’ schools like it is the literal plague, she enjoys scoring a deal at Goodwill, repainting her rooms an unnecessary amount of times, and being seized by sudden enthusiasms. Take Tea with Keira - website: http://www.keiradominguez.com facebook: http://facebook.com/keiradominguez8/ twitter: http://www.twitter.com/keira_dominguez instagram: http://www.instagram.com/keiradominguezwrites BUY LINKS: http://www.boroughspublishinggroup.com/books/her-caprice https://linkmaker.itunes.apple.com/en-us/details/1451254386?country=us&mediaType=books&term=her%20caprice&type=book,br> https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07N9B81QR https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1130437723?ean=2940155962496 https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/her-caprice https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/920856 a Rafflecopter giveaway This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Ella Quinn will be awarding a $50 gift card - Amazon or iTunes (winner's choice) to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour. Even the Worthington least likely to wed may find her perfect match Read an Excerpt At a warehouse near the London docks, Lord Phineas Carter-Woods surveyed the numerous boxes he’d brought back with him from Mexico. “The ones marked in red will go to Elsworth.” That was the bulk of them. At some point he’d have to visit the estate he had been bequeathed. “Have the rest sent to my brother’s house in Grosvenor Square, and make sure they aren’t put in the attic.” “Yes, my lord.” Boman, Phinn’s secretary, part-time amanuensis, general factotum, and friend, signaled to one of two carters waiting for instructions. “Have you decided when we’re leaving again?” That was going to be tricky. “I hope to be on our way to Europe in a month, but I’ve promised my brother I’ll look around for a wife. We’ll take it as it comes, shall we?” “What you mean to say”—Boman gave Phinn a stern look—“is that you haven’t told his lordship that you’re not staying in England.” “Let’s just say that I have not had time to divulge all my plans.” Boman was right. Phinn would have to tell his brother, the Marquis of Dorchester, about his intent to leave England again. If only Dorchester and his wife could’ve managed to have a son or two instead of four daughters, they wouldn’t be trying to make Phinn marry. Although, whatever gave them the idea he could do better, he didn’t know. “He isn’t going to be happy.” That was putting it mildly. Phinn had decided not to tell his brother he was leaving again until just before he departed. “I’ll stay for the Season. Once he perceives that I have not found a suitable wife, he’ll be glad to see me go again.” “What happens if some young lady catches your eye?” Good lord! Boman too? “Why is everyone suddenly trying to put a leg-shackle on me?” About the Author: USA Today bestselling author Ella Quinn's studies and other jobs have always been on the serious side. Reading historical romances, especially Regencies, were her escape. Eventually her love of historical novels led her to start writing them. She is married to her wonderful husband of over thirty years. They have a son and two beautiful granddaughters, and a Great Dane. After living in the South Pacific, Central America, North Africa, England and Europe, she and her husband decided to make their dreams come true and are now living on a sailboat. After cruising the Caribbean and North America, she completed a transatlantic crossing from St. Martin to Southern Europe. She's currently living in Germany, happily writing while her husband is back at work, recovering from retirement. Ella loves when readers connect with her. 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