Thursday, February 14, 2019

Unwrapping A Valentine's Day Release Day for WHEN IT DOESN'T STAY IN VEGAS by Amy Valentini with #excerpt

Happy Valentine's Day
It’s Release Day!
WHEN IT DOESN’T STAY IN VEGAS
by Amy Valentini

Available now in ebook and print


Things that happen in Vegas need to stay in Vegas…
After in indulging in too much champagne and a one-night stand in Vegas with a very sexy man, Abby Matheson prays what happened there stays there. Only she can’t get the incredibly passionate night with the amazing man out of her head.

Mitch Braxton can’t forget the incredible woman he spent a passionate night with only to find her gone in the morning having left no note behind—only her crystal heart pendant. Unable to even recall her name, he fears he will never see her again.

When it doesn’t stay in Vegas…
When Abby discovers her mystery man is the CEO of a company her boss is determined to take over, she must forget the man as well as that night. Her hope is no one finds out about Vegas because the merger and her job are now on the line. Discovering Mitch at his sister’s wedding is the last thing she expects and even as she tries to keep her distance, she wants him even more. Is it once more just lust or is there wedding magic in the air? And will she lose her heart as well as her career?

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Excerpt:

The cocktail lounge was subtly lit with luminary lights on the tables set up around a brightly lit circular bar. There was a low hum of conversation blending with the low volume music playing through speakers strategically set around the space. When a sudden burst of feminine laughter floated across the room and he heard his little sister’s all too familiar snort, he knew Caroline and her wedding party were just on the other side of the bar. He smiled, suddenly eager to see his kid sister and for the first time since he embarked on this trip, he was truly excited for her.
As they rounded the bar, he heard more than saw his sister. She squealed and came running toward him, threw her arms around his shoulders and hugged him so hard he thought if he died in that exact moment, he’d die very happy. Even though she wasn’t a blood sister, he loved her as if she were. A little girl of ten years old to his fifteen when his mother married John Stephens, they had taken to each other as if they’d always been siblings. She was his little sister always, and forever.
“Digger, I’m so happy you’re here. I just couldn’t imagine getting married without my big brother.” Caroline hugged him again, squeezing him so hard he coughed. “Oh my, you must be Elise.” He heard her say through a haze caused by lack of oxygen, and then his lungs expanded hard when she released him, only to hear a loud humph of air expelled from Elise’s chest when his sister squeezed her just as hard. “I’m so glad you’re both here.”
Then she wrapped her arms around both of them and pulled them in close. “I know all about what’s really going on and my lips are sealed. I just want you both to have a good time.”
“Thanks, kitten face, I appreciate it,” he whispered before giving her another hug. “By the way, where are my mom and John?”
“I think Martha is getting some last minute fittings done on her dress and Daddy is probably playing golf.” She winked at him. “I think you’re in the clear for a while, at least until tomorrow’s rehearsal dinner. I told them you weren’t arriving until tomorrow morning.”
“You little devil, you. That’s why you’re my favorite kid sister,” he said with a deep laugh before making a smooching sound against her cheek making her giggle.
“Ha! I’m your only kid sister.” Caroline suddenly pulled back and moved to his side. “Abby, come here! I want you to meet my big brother, Digger, and his girlfriend, Elise.”
Mitch turned and his heart nearly exploded in his chest, his knees threatened to buckle, and his hand instinctively went to the hidden glass heart in his breast pocket. Standing in front of him was the girl of his dreams who he’d begun to think might have been just that—until now.
~**~
Abby nearly dropped the two drinks she was carrying when she came face to face with Mitch Braxton. No, no, it can’t be. He was here, in Virginia, in Alexandria, in the same hotel and even worse, he was no more than four feet away.
Holy crap!
Mitch Braxton was Caroline’s brother. No, it couldn’t be. Caroline had never referred to him as anything but Digger. She always wondered how a guy got a name like that, but never would she ever have imagined that Digger was the same man she’d spent an amazing night with in a Vegas hotel suite making mad passionate love with, and whom she’d hoped she’d never, ever, see again. The same man who her boss wanted a ratified contract from to purchase his company. The same man who because he hadn’t answered her many requests had caused her to put off her boss for nearly two weeks. Hell, she’d even sneaked out of town to avoid Morgan and hoped he wouldn’t track her to Virginia but now it had all caught up to her and the same man she’d tried so hard to avoid was standing right in front of her. This wedding weekend had just turned into the wedding from hell, and the beginning of the end of her once promising law career.
“Digger, this is my best friend from college, Abby Matheson. I can’t believe it’s taken so many years for you two to finally meet each other,” Caroline exclaimed with so much excitement Abby thought her friend might hyperventilate. “You’d already moved to California and then neither of you ever seemed to both be with me at the same time, especially since you’re in Chicago now.”
Nudging Abby’s side with her elbow, she beamed. “But here you are now.”
Abby explored Mitch’s expression for any sign of recognition, all the while hoping he wouldn’t remember her and yet wanting him to remember every minute of his time with her. She handed Caroline a margarita and transferred her own to her left hand before wiping her cold wet hand down the side of her jeans.
“Hi, nice to finally meet you, Digger,” she said in a voice she hoped sounded nonchalant yet friendly.
“Please, call me Mitch. Kitten face is the only who calls me Digger and I’ve never really figured out why,” he said with a tilt of his handsome head toward Caroline who was standing there with a silly grin on her face.
Thank God, he doesn’t seem to recognize me.
“Wait till you see the dress I picked for Abby, she’s going to look gorgeous,” the bride-to-be said rocking back on her heels with self-pride.
“I’m sure all of the ladies will look beautiful, Caro. Speaking of which, where are Annabelle and Beth? Didn’t you say they were in the wedding party too?”
Abby watched him glance around and when his gaze settled on the table where the other members of the bridal party had taken seats, he took hold of the arm belonging to the petite black-haired woman with more curves than were decent and who’d stood quietly by during the most awkward introductions ever made, and headed off in that direction.
Abby released a loud audible sigh of relief. He obviously hadn’t recognized her. Why that suddenly disappointed her so much, she wasn’t sure. Was I so unmemorable?
Shaking her head, she told herself it didn’t matter because relief at knowing he hadn’t recognized her, was what she’d needed right now. Besides, he was with a gorgeous woman and the way she was clinging to him told her all she needed to know. What happened between them in Las Vegas was to stay in Vegas, never to be revisited.

About the Author:

In addition to being an author, Amy Valentini is a free-lance editor at Romancing Editorially and romance reviewer right here at Unwrapping Romance as well as an Avon Addict—a super reader group for Avon/HarperCollins. She has always loved reading, working with words, and creating stories that make readers think, laugh, cry, and escape the realities of everyday life. Writing romance keeps her belief in true love alive.
A graduate of Mary Washington College in Virginia, now the University of Mary Washington with a Bachelor of Arts in English, she has always had a dream of being a published author. Finally achieving that goal with her debut romance, SEEKERS OF THE PAST, she hopes readers will love her new series, the Seekers of the Past, a journey that will take the reader into the past as well as the present…where the past meets the present and love lives forever. 
Amy lives in Virginia where, in her spare time, she reads and reviews romance, and misses taking walks with her favorite guy—her Rottweiler, Marco.

Be sure to check out her other books and Happy Reading!

  



Friday, February 8, 2019

Unwrapping a Spotlight Blog Tour Stop for GOVERNESS GONE ROGUE, a Dear Lady Truelove novel by Laura Lee Guhrke with #excerpt

 
GOVERNESS GONE ROGUE
a Dear Lady Truelove novel
Laura Lee Guhrke

Available now in print and ebook


Dear Lady Truelove . . .
My twin brother and I need a new mother, though Papa insists he’ll never marry again. Must be nice, brainy, and fond of cats . . .

Lady Truelove may be London’s most famous advice columnist, but James St. Clair, the Earl of Kenyon, knows his wild young sons need a tutor, not a new mother. They need a man tough enough to make his hellions toe the line, and James is determined to find one.

Miss Amanda Leighton, former schoolteacher and governess, knows she has all the qualifications to be a tutor. And while female tutors are unheard of, Amanda isn’t about to lose the chance at her dream job because of pesky details like that. If Lord Kenyon insists on hiring a man, then she has only one option . . .

Jamie isn’t sure what to make of his new employee, until he realizes the shocking truth—beneath the ill-fitting suits, his boys’ tutor is a woman. An unconventional, outspoken, thoroughly intriguing woman. Despite Amanda’s deception, he can’t dismiss her when his boys are learning so much. Yet Jamie, too, is learning surprising lessons—about desire, seduction, and passionate second chances . . .

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Excerpt:

Chapter 1
London, 1893

“And she’s off.”
Ten-year-old Owen St. Clair moved to stand alongside his brother, propped his elbows on the windowsill, and rested his chin in his hands as he watched their now-former nanny, a stern, black-clad widow named Mrs. Hornsby, step into the hansom cab at the curb below. “We’re to blame, you know.”
“Stuff.” Colin, older than his brother by exactly eighteen minutes, shook his head, a decisive move that sent the unruly strands of his carrot-red hair into further disarray. “It’s not our fault the Hornsby doesn’t like frogs.”
“Well, we did put it in her hatbox.” Owen sighed as the cab containing Mrs. Hornsby turned at the corner and vanished from view. “Three nannies in six months. I think that’s torn it, Colin. Papa said one more nanny and he’d send us to Harrow.”
At the ghastly prospect of being sent off to school, the twins turned, sliding down to sit on the floor of the library, their backs to the wall beneath the window as they contemplated what could well be their immediate future.
“We can’t let Papa send us away,” Colin said at last.
“He’d be lost without us. And what would happen to Oscar?”
Both boys looked up at the gray tabby cat that was sitting on the arm of a nearby chair, a cat they’d rescued from a tree in the park two years earlier. Oscar was twitching his tail and blinking his green eyes sleepily, seeming unaware of the dire future that lay ahead for his two human friends.
“He’ll be lonely,” Owen said. “Papa’s away all the time and the servants think he’s a nuisance because he doesn’t chase mice. They don’t like him. They might forget to feed him. They might give him away.”
“We’ve got to do something to stop it.”
“Maybe we could take him with us? It’s probably against the rules to have a cat at Harrow, but—”
“I’m not talking about Oscar.” Colin turned to his brother. “I’m talking about us and being sent away. Oscar has nothing to worry about if we can convince Papa to let us stay here.”
There was silence for a moment as both boys considered the problem.
“Maybe,” Owen said at last, “we could find our new nanny ourselves before Papa knows what’s happened. Someone we like. Someone fun. If we do that, it’s a fate . . . fate—what’s the word?”
“Fait-accompli,” Colin supplied in carefully enunciated, very British French.
“That’s it.” Owen’s nod was decisive. “And if we’ve already found someone, Papa can’t be too angry about Nanny Hornsby leaving, can he?”
“Maybe not, but the thing is . . .” Colin paused, his freckled face scrunching up with distaste, as if he’d just eaten a persimmon. “We don’t really want another nanny, do we?”
“No, but what other choice have we got?”
“Maybe we should find what we really want.”
“You mean . . .” Owen stared at his brother, his expression one of both excitement and doubt. “You don’t mean a new mum?”
“Why not? We’ve been talking about it for ages.”
“I know, but—”
“Another nanny would be tiresome. School would be worse.”
“That’s true, but—”
“Papa’s sure to marry again sometime,” Colin interrupted.
“What if he picks someone who doesn’t like us?”
“We’d be off to Harrow like a shot. But still—”
“If we find Papa someone who likes us, she could convince him to let us give school a miss altogether.”
“Possibly,” Owen said, his voice making it clear he wasn’t optimistic about such a plan’s chances of success. “But Papa won’t ever marry again. He’s said so thousands of times.”
“We’ll have to find him a girl who’s smashing enough to make him change his mind. Someone pretty, of course.”
“Someone nice. Someone who won’t put pomade in our hair and lecture us when our trousers get torn.”
Colin nodded. “She’ll have to be brainy, too, like Mama was. And fond of cats.”
Oscar meowed, as if giving his endorsement of this plan.
“There’s just one problem,” Owen pointed out.
“How do we find her?”
“That is the sticky wicket.”
Both boys fell silent again, thinking hard.
“We could put an ad in Auntie Clara’s paper,” Owen said after a moment. “Men are always advertising for wives in the papers.”
“Gentlemen don’t, and Papa’s a gentleman. Wait—I know!” Colin jumped to his feet and crossed the library to the writing desk. As his brother watched, he opened the center drawer, retrieved a sheet of notepaper, and closed the drawer again.
“What are you doing?” Owen asked curiously, standing up and moving toward the desk as his brother reached for the pen that was reposing in a silver holder on the inkstand.
“Who are you writing to?”
“Who does everyone write to when they want to solve a problem?” Colin countered as he inked the nib of the pen. “I’m writing to Lady Truelove.”
Those who wanted to be polite would have deemed Amanda Leighton a woman of the world. Those not so inclined to civility would have called her something else, something much less romantic.
Either way, facts were facts, and though by the age of twenty-eight Amanda had lived in two different countries, earned a university education, found a profession, taken a lover, and lost her reputation, she had not gained the one experience society deemed worthwhile for those of her sex. Amanda had never managed to acquire a husband. But then, she’d never really been in search of one. Her mother had died when she was a young girl, and she’d been raised by her father, a university professor who had scorned the traditional, marriage-minded, downright silly scope of a girl’s learning, and who had personally given Amanda a first-class education worthy of any boy. More important, he’d taught her to take charge of her own destiny, not by the use of feminine wiles, but by the employment of her intelligence.


About the Author:

LAURA LEE GUHRKE spent seven years in advertising, had a successful catering business, and managed a construction company before she decided writing novels was more fun. A New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Laura has penned over twenty historical romances. Her books have received many award nominations, and she is the recipient of romance fiction’s highest honor: the Romance Writers of America RITA Award. She lives in the Northwest with her husband (or, as she calls him, her very own romance hero), along with two diva cats and a Golden Retriever happy to be their slave. Laura loves hearing from readers, and you can contact her via her website.



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Wednesday, January 30, 2019

Unwrapping a Tour Stop Spotlight on PLAYING FOR KEEPS, a Heartbreaker Bay novel by Jill Shalvis with #excerpt

 
PLAYING FOR KEEPS
A Heartbreaker Bay Novel
by
Jill Shalvis

Available now from Avon Romance

If you’re planning on falling in love…

When it comes to the confident, charismatic Caleb Parker, Sadie Lane feels the spark—the kind that comes from rubbing each other the wrong way. She’s a tattoo artist, he’s a straight-laced mogul. But after they accidentally co-rescue an abandoned dog from a storm, Sadie sees a vulnerable side to the seemingly invincible hottie.

you’d better be sure…

Caleb doesn’t do emotions. Growing up the underdog, he’s learned the hard way to build up an impenetrable wall. Perfect for business. Disastrous for relationships. He’s never worried about it before—not until he finally gets behind Sadie’s armor and begins to fall.

…someone is there to catch you.

Both guarded and vulnerable, Sadie and Caleb are complete opposites. Or are they? Shocked at their undeniable connection, can they ever admit to wanting more? That all depends on what they’re each willing to risk.

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Excerpt:

“Sadie.”
She shook her head.
“Look at me. Please?”
It was the damn please that had her opening her eyes. He’d closed the gap so that if she so much as took a breath, they’d be touching.
So she did just that. She took a deep breath, and then their bodies were up against each other, his warm and hard. Everywhere. “What’s happening?” she whispered.
“I believe you’re deciding between kicking me in the nuts and kissing me.” One side of his mouth curved very slightly as he lifted their still joined hands above her head, against the wall.
“But that last part might just be in my dreams.”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Yes, it’s just in my dreams?”
She meant to say yes again, she really did.
She even opened her mouth to say it, because this was insane, this incredible . . . craving she had for him. It made no sense. Less than no sense, and yet . . .
She went up on tiptoe and touched her mouth to his.


About the Author:

New York Times bestselling author JILL SHALVIS lives in a small town in the Sierras full of quirky characters. Any resemblance to the quirky characters in her books is, um, mostly coincidental. Look for Jill’s bestselling, award-winning books wherever romances are sold and visit her website for a complete book list and daily blog detailing her city-girl-living-in-the-mountains adventure.


Tour provided by Pure Textuality PR

Monday, January 28, 2019

Unwrapping a Release Day Spotlight on WRATH AND MERCY, a Sins of the Virtuous novel by Faye Hall with #excerpt


WRATH AND MERCY
A Sins of the Virtuous Novel

Faye Hall

Available now at


Would you show mercy to the lover who deserted you?

Finley Helmer thought he had it all when Elina invited him into her bed.  He thought he found passion and love beyond compare.  Instead he was thrown into a life of smuggling black opals, drugs and aboriginal slaves.  When he was charged with murder, he fled town to escape the charges, vowing to return and ask his lover why she’d handed him over to the police.

Elina Clemence was ripped away from her home and the man she loved and brought to Australia to start her life anew.  Her father promised her beauty and opportunity.  What she found was a cruel and abusive business partner, and a step-daughter who wanted to destroy her.

Despite the constant accidents following her and threatening her life, Elina sets herself up as a profitable shipping tycoon, with control over most of the towns supply.  Despite her powerful position, her heart still ached for the man she once loved who disappeared from her life without a trace.

Finding themselves passionately reunited, Finley and Elina discover the cruelty that tore them from each other.  As they search for answers, they uncover the unrelenting wrath and vengeance of an opium addict who will stop at nothing until she has possession of the black opals she thinks they are hiding.

Will their love for each other allow them forgiveness, or will they fall victim to the horror that seems to be following them?

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Excerpt:

Elina went quiet, watching Fin’s attention return to the papers on the desk. She knew now wasn’t the best time to bring up her own concerns. Still, he needed to know.
“My father told me we leave for Australia as soon as he has our affairs in order.”
Fin looked up at Elina. “He told me before the funeral that he thought it best to take you as far away from here as possible. He believes what is being said about Ewan, and he doesn’t want those he dealt with finding their way back to you.”
Elina lowered her gaze to her lap. “Will you be coming with us?”
Silence surrounded them. Lifting her gaze to him and seeing his stern expression, she felt her heart sink.
“Archie has instructed me to stay here in England a while longer to finalize the last few shipments. It will be at least a few months before I can get my own passage to Australia.”
His words stabbed at her heart. “I don’t want to leave you,” she uttered, her voice laced with tears.
Getting up from his seat, he walked around the desk. His hands going to her, he helped her to stand. “I’ll join you as soon as I’m able. I promise.”
Her gaze held his as fear filled her. What if this was the last time she’d ever see him? The mere thought pained her.
“This isn’t goodbye,” he told her, his hand going to her face, his fingers stroking her cheek. “I won’t allow it to be.”

About the Author:

Faye Hall spent her early years listening to stories about the families – including her own – who settled townships in and around her hometown in North Queensland, Australia.  The local townspeople, including her own parents, told her stories of corruption and slavery, along with family secrets and forbidden love.
Desperate to remember what she’d been told, along with her already growing love of writing, Faye began to write about the history of her local area.  Never could she have imagined the history of her small home town in Australia would become a growing list of published books.
Faye’s passionate stories combine controversial subjects and provocative encounters as her characters struggle to survive the lifestyle in early rural townships throughout Australia.  She explores slavery and abortion, drug addiction and murder, as well as forbidden love and passionate affairs of the heart.
When she’s not writing, Faye enjoys sharing a bottle of wine with her husband in their ever-growing garden, and encouraging the varied interests of their combined family of nine children.


Happy Reading Everyone!