Release Day Blitz & Giveaway: Shutout (Bases, #4) by Hazel Grace

Friday, August 30, 2019

Title: Shutout
Series: Bases Series Book Four
Author: Hazel Grace
Genre: Sports Romance/Contemporary
Release Date: August 30, 2019
I’ve survived it before, the loss of Colson Hayes. 
Experienced that tingling feeling of hope off my fingertips, one that begged me to hold on for dear life, only for it to melt away.
Some people get a second chance. 
I got the second slap to the face by a vengeful past that always seems to sweep in and destroys us.
I can’t compete with this one. 
Nor can I fend off the loss that swallows me whole. 
He learns my truth, the very one that was supposed to set us free from the decade-old angst we had for each other.
But then I learned his. 
And with that new little piece of reality, karma dealt us a hand that once again triggered the act of our demise.
One I wasn't ready to play.
Hazel Grace is an avid music lover and hardcore Oakland Raiders fan from the mitten state of Michigan. Her writing goals are "what the f*ck" storylines while enjoying her readers private messaging her to cuss her out.
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Cover Reveal: Sinclair by Alice La Roux

Title: Sinclair
Author: Alice La Roux
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: September 27, 2019 Cover Design: Black Widow Designs
Selfish. Sinful. Sexy. 


These are the three words that best describe Sinclair Beaumont, and he lives up to every one of them. Women, men and money come easily as a stripper at the notorious club SIX but one phone call changes everything and Sin begins to spiral. 
Determined to get his life back, Sin begrudgingly signs up for a dance class at the local community center. What he doesn’t count on is the hot little Hispanic teacher with the fiery temper. 
Dancing for Sin is foreplay. 
For Sofia, it’s everything. 
What happens when the two tango?

Alice La Roux is a dirty minded Welsh author who dabbles in erotica, horror and romance. She has an MA degree in English Literature, is obsessed with anime, drinks too much prosecco (is there such a thing?), loves her dog and is addicted to social media. 


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Cover Reveal: Fighting For Valor (Away From Keyboard, #6) by Patricia D. Eddy

Title: Fighting for Valor
Series: Fighting from the Keyboard Collection
Author: Patricia D. Eddy
Genre: Military Romance
Release Date: September 10, 2019 Cover Design: Deranged Doctor Design Photo: Paul Henry Serres
val·or: great bravery in the face of danger, especially in battle Once, Jackson Richards had it in spades. As a member of the United States Special Forces, he fought alongside the bravest and most capable men he’d ever known.

Then one mistake landed them all in Hell.
For six months, he fought. But one terrible day, his captors learned the full extent of his skills, and that sealed his fate.
Tortured and broken for endless months in conditions that made Hell look like a five-star resort, Jackson Richards died, and Isaad was born. Shaped into a weapon for the wrong side, he’d forgotten who he once was. Who he was meant to be.
Until the days his captor imprisoned Joey Taylor.
Helping Joey and her marine escape reminded Jackson of the man he used to be. And now, he’ll fight. For himself. For the friends he thought he lost in Hell. And for Caro. The woman with a secret he can’t ignore.
If he’s strong enough, he’ll leave Isaad behind. Maybe then, he can take back his true name.
Ripper.
WARNING: This book contains scenes of torture and implied sexual violence that may be disturbing to sensitive readers


“You’re a piece of work,” I mutter to myself, and a quick inhalation from the sidewalk causes me to jerk my head around. Brown eyes meet mine, and the woman from the previous night freezes. In one hand, she carries her set of kitty cat brass knuckles, and in the other, a grease-stained bag. 
“I…uh…b-brought you something,” she stammers as she climbs the first step and then stops. 
“Hoping to bribe me into not axe murdering you?” She flinches and squeezes her eyes shut for a brief moment. “Bad joke. Sorry. But Ripper…really is my name. Or what everyone calls me.” I push up to sitting and rest my back against the church door. “And I’m not a charity case.” 
“Didn’t say you were.” She thrusts the bag at me, and when I don’t move, drops it next to my hip. “We had extra. It’s rainy and kind of cold tonight. I thought…a hot meal might…shit. Never mind. Take it or leave it.” 
She turns, and the scents of cheese and salsa waft up from the bag. “Wait a minute, sunshine.” Digging into the paper, I find an aluminum foil pan covered with a healthy serving of enchiladas lightly covered in cheese and red sauce, a half pint of refried beans, and a bag of marinated carrots and jicama. “This smells great.” 
A hint of pride straightens her shoulders, and the corners of her lips curve into a half-smile. “Thanks.” 
“You made this?” I grabbed a granola bar and an apple at my apartment, but my stomach rumbles at the prospect of something…so very different than my everyday diet. The first bite takes me back to my mama’s cooking, and I think I moan a little. 
In the light of the street lamp, her cheeks glisten with the misty rain and turn a bright pink. “I work at a food truck. Today’s menu was Mexican comfort food.” 
“My mama learned how to cook from my abuela, who grew up in Mexico. These are the best enchiladas I’ve had since I left Texas.” 
She toys with a blue pendant hanging from a silver chain around her neck. Joy and sadness battle for control of her features, but joy seems to win in the end. “Thank you. That means a lot.” 
A tendril of long brown hair plasters itself to her cheek as she stares down at her sensible black shoes. Her ankle’s wrapped in an ACE bandage, and as she fidgets, I can tell she isn’t putting all her weight on it. “You okay? After last night?” 
“Oh. Yes. I should…go. Let you eat in peace.” 
“Wait.” I don’t know why I’m stopping her. But the idea of her being hurt, and that I caused it, doesn’t sit well with me. “What’s your name?”
“Cara,” she says quietly.
“You live…uh…close?” Her eyes widen, and I kick myself. If she didn’t think I was a stalker or an axe murderer before, she does now. “I just mean…it’s wet out. And you weren’t the most graceful last night. I…be careful, okay?”
A scowl twists those heart-shaped lips, and she levels me with an acerbic stare. “I’m not the one sleeping on the streets with no defenses. And I’m very graceful. When I want to be. Good night, Ripper.” Her curtsey is a little lopsided since she isn’t putting her full weight on her right foot, but she turns on her left heel and starts limping away. 
“‘Night, Cara.” As the rain intensifies and I dig back into the takeout container of enchiladas, I wonder why it’s easier for me to talk to a stranger than it is the men I consider my brothers.
Patricia D. Eddy likes to consider herself an unstoppable force. As long as there's coffee. Then, the voices in her head come to life.

Her tales of werewolves, vampires and witches; Doms and subs; and battle-hardened, scarred military heroes feature characters so real, you'll want to jump inside the pages of her books to be friends with them. Or just give them a hug.
When she's not writing, she's a professional freelance fiction editor and technical writer. On weekends, she loves to take on home improvement projects, especially if they involve power tools.
Patricia lives in Seattle with her husband and very spoiled cats. You can find Patricia all over the web, and she loves to hear from readers. Email her at patricia@patriciadeddy.com

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