Rachel Brimble’s Victorian Romances-Book Tour & Giveaway

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The Seduction of Emily
by Rachel Brimble
Genre: Victorian Romance
Seduction is a wicked game, and no one plays it better than the devilish Will
Samson in Rachel Brimble’s captivating new novel. . .


Since girlhood, Emily Darson has accepted that she will marry Nicholas, the
son of her father’s trusted business partner. The marriage contract
safeguards her family legacy, Emily’s fortune, and everything she
values–except her independence. Only when a sinfully handsome
scoundrel enters her life does Emily realize quite how much a
loveless match will cost her.
Will Samson has advanced from expert pickpocket to confidence trickster of
the highest caliber. Now he has come to Bath to exact vengeance on
the man who destroyed his mother–the man Emily will soon marry. But
from his first glimpse of the enemy’s bewitching, spirited fiancée,
Will’s plan changes.
Amid the ballrooms and salons of elegant society, heated glances explode
into scandalous kisses. Revenge is sweet, but surrender will be
irresistible. . .
Laura Robinson has always been dazzled by the glamour of the stage. But
perhaps acting and selling one’s favors are not so different—for
Laura must feign pleasure with the men she beds to survive. Now, with
her only friend at death’s door and a ruthless pimp at her heels,
escaping her occupation seems impossible. Hoping to attract a
gentleman, she attends the theater. Yet the man Laura captivates is
no customer, but a rising star and playwright. . .

From country girl to actress of the stage, one woman dares to live her
dreams—but is she brave enough to open her heart. . .?


Monica Danes always wanted more than the village of Biddlestone had to
offer. After a failed courtship to a man of her parents’ choosing,
she fled for the city of Bath and never looked back. Today, Monica is
the undisputed queen of the theater—a wealthy, independent woman.
But when she is called home in the wake of tragedy, Monica
returns—intending to leave again as soon as possible.
Thomas Ashby has been a groom at the Danes estate since he was a boy—and
has been enamored with Monica for almost as long. He knows he isn’t a
suitable match for his master’s daughter, despite the special bond he
and Monica have always shared—and their undeniable attraction. But
now that she’s returned, Thomas has one last chance to prove himself
worthy—and to show Monica a life, and a love, she won’t want to
give up. . .
Jane Charlotte Danes has loved the squire of her idyllic country town for
as long as she can remember. He is good, kind, and alluring beyond
words… and he chose to marry another. Tired of dwelling on her
futile longings, Jane plans a move to Bath, where she dreams of a new
beginning. But the man who has so imprisoned her heart is only a few
steps behind…


He Can’t Let Her Go…
Until now, Matthew Cleaves has endeavored to meet the responsibilities of
his position with dignity and good spirits–including his dutiful
marriage. But when his wife leaves him for another man, Matthew is at
last free to pursue his one true love. Only one vital question
remains: will the captivating, stubborn, beautiful Jane allow him the
challenge, and the pleasure, of winning her back?..

Rachel lives with her husband and two young daughters in a small town near
Bath in the UK. Here first novel was published in 2007. Since then,
she’s had several books published with small presses and since 2012
has written mainstream romance and romantic suspense for Harlequin
Superromance (Templeton Cove Stories) and Victorian romance for
eKensington/Lyrical Press.


Agent represented in the US, Rachel is a member of the Romantic Novelists
Association and Romance Writers of America, When she isn’t writing,
you’ll find Rachel with her head in a book or walking the beautiful
English countryside with her family. Her dream place to live is
Bourton-on-the-Water in South West England. And in the evening? Well,
a well-deserved glass of wine is never, ever refused…
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ROMANCING THE WALLFLOWER – Book Tour & Giveaway

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In a Colorado mountain town, a good girl kindergarten teacher propositions a sexy bad boy uncle of one of her students…It’s all part of ROMANCING THE WALLFLOWER by Michelle Major

 Romancing the Wallflower (Crimson, Colorado) by [Major, Michelle]

Title: Romanceing The WallFlower
Series: Crimson, Colorado
Print Length: 224 pages
Publisher: Harlequin Special Edition (September 1, 2017)
Publication Date: September 1, 2017
Sold by: Harlequin Digital Sales Corp.


Dedicated kindergarten teacher Erin MacDonald isn’t the type to make the first move on a man—especially gorgeous David McCay, her secret crush. But when a crisis involving one of her pupils offers a chance to help the pro baseballer turned local brewery owner, Erin goes way out of her comfort zone. So way out she makes a shocking suggestion!

David moved to the Colorado mountain town to look after his sister and her son. Now he’s a stand-in parent to his nephew, trying to fight his attraction to Erin…who just propositioned him. David is nobody’s hero. So why can’t he convince the sweet, kindhearted beauty that she deserves better than him? Is it because they’re the perfect imperfect match?

On Sale in Print: August 22, 2017

 On Sale in Digital: September 1, 2017

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“Stop staring at the hottie brewmaster’s butt.”

Erin MacDonald choked on the gulp of strawberry daiquiri she’d just swallowed. “I’m not staring at anyone’s butt,” she said as she grabbed a wad of napkins and dabbed at her chin and shirtfront. “And don’t talk so loud.”

Melody Cross, one of the second-grade teachers at Crimson Elementary, snorted. “It’s a crowded bar on a busy Thursday night. No one can hear me.”

But Melody had the kind of booming voice that could quiet a room full of squirming eight-year-olds the afternoon before summer break. The tall table they stood at was a good five feet from the bar, but Erin swore she saw the man’s broad shoulders stiffen.

“Want me to take a picture of him?” Suzie Vitale, her fellow kindergarten teacher, offered with a tipsy smile. “It lasts longer.”

Before Erin could stop her, the curvy blonde aimed her phone at the backside of the gorgeous guy who not only worked the bar but also owned Elevation Brewery. The brewpub had opened a little over a year ago and had become a popular hangout for both locals and tourists in the quaint mountain town of Crimson, Colorado.

Erin had noticed David McCay, the brewery’s owner, the first time she’d stepped into the nouveau rustic—and very on-trend for Colorado—space. He was tall and lean, with dark blond hair that curled around the collars of the flannel shirts he favored. David McCay was as handsome as a movie star and built like he spent endless hours tossing huge sacks of barley—or whatever it was beer brewers did.

Erin, who was built like she spent her days sitting cross-legged on a reading rug, had surreptitiously watched him each time she came into the bar with friends or coworkers for a random happy hour or birthday celebration. He was often tending bar or sometimes she’d spot him coming out from the back, wearing the heavy rubber boots and backward ball cap that she’d quickly learned were his uniform when actually brewing beer.

Colorado was known for its craft brews, and the fact that Elevation had made a name for itself so quickly was a testament to his hard work and talent at running a business.

At least that’s what Erin wanted to believe. Her mother liked to remind Erin that she too often assumed the best about people, which allowed them to regularly take advantage of her.

But David McCay hadn’t taken advantage of her, even though it was the stuff of her fantasies. Even though his nephew, Rhett, was now in her kindergarten class and David had been with the boy and his mother for back-to-school night. Erin had barely been able to put a sentence together with David towering over the other adults in the back of her classroom, but he hadn’t bothered to acknowledge her. Heck, it was doubtful he even knew she existed.

Except when she blinked and looked up, he was staring straight at her. Sparks of awareness flamed through her body, setting every inch of her skin on fire. He lifted one thick brow as if he could read her thoughts. Which might be impossible since it felt like all of her brain cells had spontaneously combusted under the weight of his stare.

She heard Melody giggle behind her, and Suzie gave her a little shove forward. David now stood at the edge of the bar, only a short distance from her, with movement all around him. Customers in groups laughed and talked. A waitress set her tray on the rich wood bar top. A group of women at near the edge of the bar vied for his attention. But his focus remained on Erin.

Then something—someone—suddenly blocked her vision. Cole Bennett, Crimson’s recently elected sheriff, was talking to David. Cole was also tall and broad, and to use one of her mom’s favorite expressions, made a better door than a window.

Erin shifted to the right as she overheard Cole mention Rhett, David’s nephew. David’s gaze hardened and his jaw clenched. Unable to stop herself, she moved forward, sidestepping a couple heading toward the back of the bar and a group of twentysomething guys who looked like they’d just come off a hiking trail, until she stood directly behind the sheriff.

She was five feet four inches tall in the clogs she favored for work, so both men towered over her and were completely unaware she was listening to their conversation. Invisibility was Erin’s unintentional superpower. She knew much more than she should about her coworkers and neighbors, simply because people didn’t notice she was there.

“Rhett is safe,” Cole told David. “But they can’t get him to come out.”

“What the hell was Jenna thinking?” David asked, then scrubbed a hand over his jaw. “No, don’t answer that.”

“She’s in trouble, David. The crowd she’s running with—”

“I’ll handle it.” He pulled a set of keys out of one of the pockets in his tan cargo pants. “I just need to tell Tracie I’m leaving for the night. I’ll be over for Rhett.”

“I have to call Social Services,” Cole said softly, and Erin felt the tension ratchet up a notch.

“Give me some time with him first, okay?”

“Can you—”

“I’ll handle it,” David repeated. He moved behind the bar and spoke to the woman filling two pint glasses from the tap.

The sheriff walked out of the bar, patrons instinctively clearing a path for him although he wasn’t in uniform tonight.

When she looked up, David McCay stood toe-to-toe with her. She realized she’d moved forward to block his path from behind the bar.

In her daydreams, she’d compared his eyes to the brilliant summer sky above the ragged peak of Crimson Mountain or the iridescent cobalt of a tropical lagoon. But now his frosty stare was more like the ice blue of a glacier, so cold a shiver passed through her.

“I don’t have time for this, sweetheart. You and your friends are going to have to play your liquid courage bar games with someone else.”

“It’s not a game,” Erin said.

“Darlin’, you ordered a froofy drink in my bar. It’s either a game or a joke.”

This close to David, the heat and frustration radiating off him made her feel different from the woman she knew herself to be. She was aware of her body in a way that was new and exhilarating. She wanted more. She wanted…something she couldn’t name. Still, the promise of it made her weak with longing.

Also braver than she’d ever been. Or maybe crazy was a better word, because when he moved to step around her, she placed a hand on his arm.

“I can help with your nephew.”


Michelle Major

 

Michelle Major grew up in Ohio but dreamed of living in the mountains. Soon after graduating with a degree in Journalism, she pointed her car west and settled in Colorado. Her life and house are filled with one great husband, two beautiful kids, a few furry pets and several well-behaved reptiles. She’s grateful to have found her passion writing stories with happy endings. Michelle loves to hear from her readers at http://www.michellemajor.com.

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KISSES SWEETER THAN WINE – BOOK TOUR & GIVEAWAY

by Heather Heyford
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Pub Date: 8/29/2017
When the town of Clarkston, Oregon, welcomes Captain Sam Owens home from the
service, Sophia “Red” McDonald is first in line. The sassy
psychotherapist has known Sam since they were kids, and the grown-up
Sam is darned near irresistible. With his abs of steel and those
gorgeous hazel eyes, he could have any woman he wanted. Naturally,
Red is thrilled when he takes her hand . . .
She’s a modern woman, happy to canoodle with the sexy soldier, no strings
attached—until her heart changes the rules. Suddenly, after months
of casual hookups, Red finds she wants more. She longs to possess Sam
body and soul. But his warrior’s heart was wounded long before he
joined the service. As a therapist, Red has ways of making him talk.
Only if Sam opens up and spills his secrets can they finally have
everything their hearts desire . . .
Heather Heyford is the author of contemporary romances set in the wine
country. See what inspires her writing on her many Pinterest boards,
read more about her on HeatherHeyford.com, and connect with her on
Facebook and Instagram.
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The Baby Project (The Kingston Family)

When a workaholic OB doctor asks her commitmentphobic, globetrotting ex-fling to donate a sperm sample, a simple request turns into far more than either of them ever bargained for…Here comes THE BABY PROJECT by Miranda Liasson…

 

The Baby Project (The Kingston Family) by [Liasson, Miranda]

 

Liz Kingston spends her life delivering babies and longs for one of her own. All she needs is someone with fabulous genetic material. Who better to ask than her sexy ex-fling, who has no interest in ever settling down or being a father.

International correspondent Grant Wilbanks loves danger and travelling the world. But nothing in all this Brit’s experience could have prepared him for the way a torrid affair with Liz makes him feel. When she asks for his assistance, he figures he can help her out with a simple donation. No strings, no emotions, just…test-tube science.

But this simple favor gives them both more than they ever bargained for. Grant agrees to her terms, but stepping away gets harder and harder because the more time they spend together, the more he finds himself falling…and losing the battle to safeguard his heart.

 On Sale in Digital: September 4, 2017

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“I have one question,” Grant said.

“What is it?” Liz asked. Her body felt boneless, her throat suddenly dry, blood whooshing in her ears. Either she was having a heart attack or she was very, very turned on. Or both.

“Why are you wearing my bathrobe?”

Oh, dammit. Busted. At least the embarrassment made her thoughts veer back into safer territory. “I—spilled vinegar on my shirt and it was hanging on your kitchen chair.” That was the truth. She omitted the fact that she’d inhaled it repeatedly and probably would have slept in it if he hadn’t shown up.

His full, beautiful lips curved up in a smile. “It looks better on you anyway.”

His hands stopped moving on her arms. He stood there looking at her, his grin slowly fading.

There went that whoosh-whooshing of her blood pounding through her temples, her pulse points, the heat from his gaze spreading through her, settling in her core.

“It might look even better off,” she said, her voice barely a whisper. Oh God. Did she say that?

            His brows shot up in surprise. The smile returned, this time predatory. A gleam flashed in his eyes. Then he bent his head and kissed her. Just a graze of her lips, soft and featherlight, but it made her lose her breath, her balance. Her sense.

He steadied her. Pulled back, holding her by the shoulders and tracing her cheek with his thumb. “I need you to tell me what you want. Perhaps this isn’t a good time.”

She couldn’t let him leave. She wanted him more than air, needed him too badly. But to say that?

His thumb slipped down and traced her lower lip. “Let me make you feel better. I know how.”

Of course he did, and every cell in her body knew it.

His other hand wrapped around her neck, tangled in her hair. Slowly, he drew her in to him. Tugged on her lower lip, tasted it. Teased it. She gasped. The surprising tenderness of his touch, the slow, careful moves, had her trembling beneath his touch.

“Is this what you want?”

Oh, of course it was. Emotions collided inside her, some attached to warnings, but her absolute need for him pushed all her doubts away.

“Say the word and I’ll leave. But say it now.”

His voice was soft, tender, yet demanding at the same time.

“Yes.”

One word was all it took for him to seal her lips with his. He possessed her mouth with relentless kisses and thorough strokes of his clever tongue, making the slow steady simmer building within her go up in flames.

Suddenly their bodies were flush, and she could feel the raw, uncontrolled heat of him searing her through his thin robe. The hard thickness of his erection pressed against her belly, against the throbbing pulse between her legs. His mouth was on her, oh God, his wonderful, soft lips kissing her, possessing her mouth, his tongue tangling with hers.

She forgot everything—her sadness, her disappointment, her name. All were smoke and ashes scorched by the absolute hunger between them.

            He slid his hand down her back and cupped her ass, positioning her over his raging erection. She ground her hips against him until he emitted a deep, low growl, which pleased her greatly. She felt his smile against her lips as he scooped her up and carried her into her bedroom.

“Make love to me,” she whispered.

“I will,” he said, tossing her lightly onto the bed and shrugging off his suit jacket. “But only if you give me back my robe. I’m quite possessive of my clothing.”


Miranda LiassonMiranda Liasson loves to write stories about everyday people who find love despite themselves, because there’s nothing like a great love story. And if there are a few laughs along the way, even better! She’s a Romance Writers of America Golden Heart winner and an Amazon bestselling author whose heartwarming and humorous small–town romances have won accolades such as the Gayle Wilson Award of Excellence and have been Harlequin Junkie and Night Owl Reviews Top Picks.

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