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Release Blitz: Holly Woods Files Box Set: Books 1-4 by Emma Hart

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hwfmaybeboxsetThe first four books in the Holly Woods Files romantic mystery series by New York Times Bestseller, Emma Hart.

One sassy private eye. One sexy, stubborn detective. One loyal best friend. One crazy Italian grandmother. One over-protective family.

Cupcakes. Tension. Sex…

And murder.

Welcome to Holly Woods, Texas. You’ll never look at a small town the same way again…

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By day, NeDSC_9249w York Times and USA Today bestselling New Adult author Emma Hart dons a cape and calls herself Super Mum to two beautiful little monsters. By night, she drops the cape, pours a glass of whatever she fancies – usually wine – and writes books.

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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Release Boost: Trace + Olivia Series Boxed Set by Micalea Smeltzer

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Title: Trace + Olivia Series Boxed Set
Series: Trace + Olivia #1-4
Author: Micalea Smeltzer
Genre: New Adult
 Release Date: July 30, 2015
Blurb

Finding Olivia: How far would you go to find yourself? That’s the question that’s been haunting Olivia Owens for years.
 
Chasing Olivia: How far would you go to reignite the spark you once had? Two years later, Trace and Olivia are as much in love as they’ve always been. But the spark they once had for life is waning and Trace is determined that they find it again. His solution? A road trip. But he doesn’t tell Olivia the real reason they’re heading north.
 
Tempting Rowan: I’m drowning in the numbness. It’s pulling me under and I can’t see the surface. It’s easier to pretend I can’t feel. And the longer you pretend, the easier it is to believe. But he wants to save me. Only he can’t. I have to save myself…and I don’t know if I want to.
 
Saving Tatum: Even tough girls need saving. Jude Brooks is bad news. He’s the kind of guy that leaves behind a string of broken hearts and Tatum O’Connor is not about to be one of those girls, despite all of Jude’s advances. They have a past, and Tatum’s determined to make sure they don’t have a future. 

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Excerpt

“No, no, no, no!” I beat my steering wheel with the heel of my hand. “No! You’ve got to be kidding me!” I pulled off the road, my tire bumping along.

I put my car in park and climbed out to assess the damage.

My feet crunched on the gravel scattered alongside the road.

Immediately, the oily burnt smell of my peeling tire met me.

Calling this a flat tire didn’t do it justice. This was complete and utter carnage.

I looked behind me, at the trail of tire pieces leading straight to my car, like a path of breadcrumbs.

It was starting to get dark and this wasn’t exactly the safest road.

I was also a twenty-year-old girl, ripe for the picking.

I kicked the side of my car. “I don’t have time for this!”

I stalked around the back, to the trunk, lifting it and looking for the necessary tools to change a tire.

Which was pointless because, unfortunately, I didn’t know the first thing about changing a tire. My father had made sure that I only knew how to do a woman’s work.

I slammed the trunk closed and stalked back to the driver’s side, pulling at the ends of my hair. I glared at the offending nail, that had to be four inches long, sticking out of the tire. How many nails did people drive over a day and I was the one to get a flat freakin’ tire?

Not cool.

Not at all.

I opened the door and reached for my phone to call my roommate to come pick me up.

The sky was darkening and I didn’t want to be stranded here.

I wrapped my lightweight jacket tighter around my body, as the wind gusted around me, blowing leaves off of the nearby trees. I watched the red, yellow, and orange leaves fall down and scatter over my car. One, unfortunately, got caught in my hair. I reached up and pulled it out before letting it drift to the ground.

Gravel crunched behind me. I turned quickly, to see a guy getting out of a black car that looked like something old, but classic.

I hadn’t even heard him pullover.

I backed a step away, thinking he might be a murderer, or a rapist.

But when I got a look at his face I was stunned.

He was tall, with a lean body, but muscular. He had short, dark brown, almost black, hair and the greenest eyes I had ever seen. Five o’ clock shadow covered his cheeks and chin. My eyes trailed down, over the white t-shirt glued to his chest, and stopped there. I could see black ink underneath the white shirt and licked my lips. The fact that he had tattoos only made him hotter. To protect against the cold, he was wearing a long-sleeved plaid shirt.

“Uh—can I help you?” He asked, smiling pleasantly at me, and putting my earlier fears about him being a murderer or rapist completely to rest.

Help? With what? I needed help?

“Huh?”

He grinned crookedly, tilting his head. “With your tire. Do you need some help?”

He had the deepest, huskiest, voice I had ever heard. I shivered at the sound. I was pretty sure I’d be happy for him to help me with a lot of things, and none of them included my tire.

“Help would be great,” I blushed, ducking my head.

He chuckled. “You do have a spare, right?”

“Yeah, it’s in the trunk,” I pointed, like he didn’t know where the trunk was.

He grabbed the spare, and all the necessary tools and sat down, next to the ruined tire.

“I—uh—would’ve changed it myself, but—uh—my dad never taught me,” I ran my fingers nervously through my wavy brown hair. “He said something about it not being appropriate for a girl to do and if I ever got a flat tire, I better hope Prince Charming came along. My dad’s very—uh—old fashioned,” I stammered.

He looked up at me. “Does that make me Prince Charming?” He grinned.“Oh—uhm—Prince Charming is fictional, so I guess not, and he-uh-usually rides a white horse or something… I think.”Somebody, stamp AWKWARD across my forehead already.

The guy threw his head back and laughed. “I guess a shiny black ’69 Camaro doesn’t count as a white horse. You watch a lot of Disney movies or something?”

“No,” I blushed tomato red. “At least not anymore.”“You’re funny,” he squinted up at me, shielding his eyes from the orange glow of the setting sun.

“I hope that’s a good thing,” I muttered. Unfortunately, I wasn’t trying to be funny.

“It’s a very good thing-” He paused, waiting for my name.

“Oh—uh—Olivia. Olivia Owens.”

“I’m Trace,” he reached a hand up to me and I took it. It was warm and calloused, swallowing mine whole. “Trace Wentworth,” he grinned when my hand jerked at his touch.

Author Bio
 Micalea Smeltzer is a bestselling Young and New Adult author from Winchester, Virginia.

She’s always working on her next book, and when she has spare time she loves to
read and spend time with her family.

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Release Blitz: Trace and Olivia Series Box Set by Micalea Smeltzer

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Title: Trace + Olivia Series Boxed Set
Series: Trace + Olivia #1-4
Author: Micalea Smeltzer
Genre: New Adult
 Release Date: July 30, 2015
 Blurb
Finding Olivia: How far would you go to find yourself? That’s the question that’s been haunting Olivia Owens for years.
 
Chasing Olivia: How far would you go to reignite the spark you once had? Two years later, Trace and Olivia are as much in love as they’ve always been. But the spark they once had for life is waning and Trace is determined that they find it again. His solution? A road trip. But he doesn’t tell Olivia the real reason they’re heading north.
 
Tempting Rowan: I’m drowning in the numbness. It’s pulling me under and I can’t see the surface. It’s easier to pretend I can’t feel. And the longer you pretend, the easier it is to believe. But he wants to save me. Only he can’t. I have to save myself…and I don’t know if I want to.
 
Saving Tatum: Even tough girls need saving. Jude Brooks is bad news. He’s the kind of guy that leaves behind a string of broken hearts and Tatum O’Connor is not about to be one of those girls, despite all of Jude’s advances. They have a past, and Tatum’s determined to make sure they don’t have a future. 
Links to Buy
Only 99c for a limited time
AMAZON US / UK
Excerpt
“No, no, no, no!” I beat my steering wheel with the
heel of my hand. “No! You’ve got to be kidding me!” I pulled off the road, my
tire bumping along.
I put my car in park and climbed out to assess the damage.
My feet crunched on the gravel scattered alongside the road.
Immediately, the oily burnt smell of my peeling tire met me.
Calling this a flat tire didn’t do it justice. This was
complete and utter carnage.
I looked behind me, at the trail of tire pieces leading
straight to my car, like a path of breadcrumbs.
It was starting to get dark and this wasn’t exactly the
safest road.
I was also a twenty-year-old girl, ripe for the picking.
I kicked the side of my car. “I don’t have time for this!”
I stalked around the back, to the trunk, lifting it and
looking for the necessary tools to change a tire.
Which was pointless because, unfortunately, I didn’t know
the first thing about changing a tire. My father had made sure that I only knew
how to do a woman’s work.
I slammed the trunk closed and stalked back to the driver’s
side, pulling at the ends of my hair. I glared at the offending nail, that had
to be four inches long, sticking out of the tire. How many nails did people
drive over a day and I was the one to get a flat freakin’ tire?
Not cool.
Not at all.
I opened the door and reached for my phone to call my
roommate to come pick me up.
The sky was darkening and I didn’t want to be stranded here.
I wrapped my lightweight jacket tighter around my body, as
the wind gusted around me, blowing leaves off of the nearby trees. I watched
the red, yellow, and orange leaves fall down and scatter over my car. One,
unfortunately, got caught in my hair. I reached up and pulled it out before
letting it drift to the ground.
Gravel crunched behind me. I turned quickly, to see a guy
getting out of a black car that looked like something old, but classic.
I hadn’t even heard him pullover.
I backed a step away, thinking he might be a murderer, or a
rapist.
But when I got a look at his face I was stunned.
He was tall, with a lean body, but muscular. He had short,
dark brown, almost black, hair and the greenest eyes I had ever seen. Five o’
clock shadow covered his cheeks and chin. My eyes trailed down, over the white
t-shirt glued to his chest, and stopped there. I could see black ink underneath
the white shirt and licked my lips. The fact that he had tattoos only made him
hotter. To protect against the cold, he was wearing a long-sleeved plaid shirt.
“Uh—can I help you?” He asked, smiling pleasantly at me, and
putting my earlier fears about him being a murderer or rapist completely to
rest.
Help? With what? I needed help?
“Huh?”
He grinned crookedly, tilting his head. “With your tire. Do
you need some help?”
He had the deepest, huskiest, voice I had ever heard. I
shivered at the sound. I was pretty sure I’d be happy for him to help me with a
lot of things, and none of them included my tire.
“Help would be great,” I blushed, ducking my head.
He chuckled. “You do have a spare, right?”
“Yeah, it’s in the trunk,” I pointed, like he didn’t know
where the trunk was.
He grabbed the spare, and all the necessary tools and sat
down, next to the ruined tire.
“I—uh—would’ve changed it myself, but—uh—my dad never taught
me,” I ran my fingers nervously through my wavy brown hair. “He said something
about it not being appropriate for a girl to do and if I ever got a flat tire,
I better hope Prince Charming came along. My dad’s very—uh—old fashioned,” I
stammered.
He looked up at me. “Does that make me Prince Charming?” He
grinned.
“Oh—uhm—Prince Charming is fictional, so I guess not, and
he-uh-usually rides a white horse or something… I think.”
Somebody, stamp AWKWARD across my forehead already.
The guy threw his head back and laughed. “I guess a shiny
black ’69 Camaro doesn’t count as a white horse. You watch a lot of Disney
movies or something?”
“No,” I blushed tomato red. “At least not anymore.”
“You’re funny,” he squinted up at me, shielding his eyes
from the orange glow of the setting sun.
“I hope that’s a good thing,” I muttered. Unfortunately, I
wasn’t trying to be funny.
“It’s a very good thing-” He paused, waiting for my name.
“Oh—uh—Olivia. Olivia Owens.”
“I’m Trace,” he reached a hand up to me and I took it. It
was warm and calloused, swallowing mine whole. “Trace Wentworth,” he grinned
when my hand jerked at his touch.
Author Bio
Micalea Smeltzer is a bestselling Young and New Adult author from Winchester, Virginia.

She’s always working on her next book, and when she has spare time she loves to
read and spend time with her family.

Author Links
WEBSITE
FACEBOOK

GOODREADS

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Teaser Blitz: Kylie Ryans Box Set by Caisey Quinn

We’re getting excited about the release of the Kylie Ryans Box Set by Caisey Quinn! Check out the excerpt and teaser below!

KYLIE RYANS Box Set by Caisey Quinn

NA Contemporary Romance

Release: February 12, 2015

Box Set Designed by Sarah Hansen of Okay Creations

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Synopsis

When a girl with nothing to lose ends up on tour with a country artist on the verge of losing everything, she’ll have to pull him out of his rut or risk letting him pull her and her dreams down with him.


Box Set Includes:

Girl with Guitar

Girl on Tour

Girl in Love* (Deluxe Extended Edition previously only available in paperback)

Also, sneak peeks of the spin off novellas Lost in Lyrics (Steven and Mia), and Song of My Heart: The Gretchen Gibson story. And a bonus sneak peek of Leaving Amarillo, book one in the Neon Dreams series coming in March from Avon/William Morrow.


Praise for the Kylie Ryans series:

Kylie Ryans has the perfect mix of talent, strength, vulnerability, and chutzpah. An unputdownable read.” -E.M. Tippetts, bestselling author of the Fairytale series

“A refreshing heroine and a great story you’ll hate to put down!” – Jen McLaughlin, NYT Bestselling author of the Out of Line series

“What an incredible journey. I’m happy and sad to see this series end, but it does so perfectly!” – NYT Bestselling Author Heidi McLaughlin

“The perfect blend of sass, wit, and poignant relatability, Kylie and Trace will have you cheering, grinning, and squirming until you reach the satisfying ending.” – Rachel Harris, NYT Bestselling Author


Excerpt

She paced alongside the back of the barn with her friend trailing behind. “I can’t be here, Mia. It’s like torture. You don’t understand.” She shook her head and put her hands on her knees. She took a few deep breaths, thankful that she’d been able to send Rae to get her something to drink before she broke down. “Seeing him is hard enough. Seeing him here…oh God. Seeing him with her here, I won’t live through that. I won’t.”

“You will. I promise you will. Relax, Oklahoma. Sing your one song and we can blow this joint. I can probably get you an actual joint if you want one.”

Kylie laughed quietly. “Thanks. I appreciate that.”

“Seriously, do you want another drink? There’s a flask in my purse in the car. I’d be happy to spike your Coke.”

It was tempting. Kylie sighed and leaned against the barn. Remembering she had on a sheer top that would probably tear right open if she caught it on a piece of the splintered wood, she stood abruptly. “I’m okay. You’re right. Like my daddy used to say, never let ‘em see you cry, right? I’m a big girl. I can do this.”

Mia grinned. “Atta girl, Oklahoma. So what song are you going to sing?”

At that, Kylie’s eyes went wide. “Oh sweet Jesus.”

“That a new one?” Mia’s eyes darted in every direction as she tried to figure out what Kylie might be seeing that upset her. “What’s wrong?”

“I can’t sing any of my songs.” She shook her head and closed her eyes briefly.

Her friend scrunched her brow in confusion. “Um, oh-kay. Why not?”

Panic radiated from Kylie’s gaze as she answered so low Mia could barely hear her. “ ‘Cause they’re all about him.”


 BOOK TRAILER:


*The individual side covers were designed by Emily Tippetts of E.M. Tippetts Book Design. Model: Teale Shawn Murdock Photographer: Lauren Watson Perry of Perrywinkle Photography.


About the Author:

Caisey Quinn lives in Birmingham, Alabama with her husband, daughter, and other assorted animals. She is the bestselling author of the Kylie Ryans series as well as several New Adult Romance novels featuring country girls finding love in unexpected places. You can find her online at www.caiseyquinnwrites.com .

Website: http://www.caiseyquinnwrites.com/

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