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Monday, September 30, 2019

Release Blitz, Review, & Giveaway for Little Jack by Lilly Atlas

Title: Little Jack
Series: Hell's Handlers MC
Author: Lilly Atlas
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: September 30, 2019
Holly Lane has spent her life under the crushing thumbs of her cop father and controlling mother. Now, well into her twenties, she’s finally getting a fresh start and moving into her own apartment. Breaking away from her parents should be easy, but how can Holly begrudge their overprotective nature when their other daughter was murdered by an outlaw biker years ago? With his brand-spankin’ new patch, Little Jack has a satisfying life in the Hell’s Handlers MC. Sure, the town’s new sheriff is messing with his club, but it’s nothing they can’t handle. Life only gets better when LJ’s dream woman walks out of his fantasies and into the vacant apartment next to his. Holly is sweet as sugar, curvy in ways that make LJ’s mouth water, and the woman can bake like no other. Personal demons keep LJ from chasing a long-term relationship with any woman, but that doesn’t mean he can’t have a little fun with his hot new neighbor. Holly is pretty sure life is finally on the right track when she meets LJ on her first day in town. Incredibly tall, bearded, tattooed, and strong enough to unload her car without breaking a sweat, her new neighbor just might be perfect. With outrageous chemistry and a genuine liking for each other, Holly and LJ seem destined for an explosive encounter until a tornado rolls through their budding relationship in the form of Holly’s father. As the new town sheriff, her father only has one item on his agenda: eliminate the Hell’s Handlers MC.
*I received a free copy of this book which I voluntarily chose to write an honest review for.

Whoa buddy you need a fan before you sit down to read this awesome new MC romance!! Atlas has created one steamy yet fantastic new book. Holly is a surviving twin raised by really overprotective parents that adamantly hate any MC's. She moves to a new town to be near them yet gets her own place. Enter LJ her new neighbor and newest patched member of the Hell's Handler's. This leads to all kinds of fights between the two worlds, lots of tension, and so much more. Add in the fact that LJ is a veteran with some severe PTSD, which is handled beautifully, and you get a book that you just cannot stop reading. A must read for fans of the genre. I totally loved this one so I give it 5/5 stars.

LJ stuffed his size-fourteen feet into the running shoes he’d worn long past their prime. Yeah, those suckers needed replacing before he ground his knees or ankles to dust, but they were like a longtime lover. Comfortable, familiar, a perfect fit.
Or so he’d heard. He sure as hell didn’t have any experience with long-term relationships, but word on the street made them sound like old, beat-up shoes. He chuckled to himself. Maybe that analogy was why he hadn’t held on to a woman longer than a few months. Most of them probably wouldn’t appreciate the comparison to stinky old footwear.
Okay, that was bullshit. He knew the real reason he shied from commitment but preferred to blame it on something more straightforward.
After hydrating the fuck outta himself all day to make up for hours spent pouring a different kind of liquid down his gullet the night before, LJ resigned himself to the one hangover cure that worked every time. Running. It sucked balls while he was at it, but pounding the pavement for a good ten miles sweat out whatever toxins were making him feel like shit. So, at five in the evening, he finally dragged his sluggish ass off the couch and got ready to run.
Only perk that came from hitting the bottle as hard as he had the previous night was a deep, dreamless sleep. A rare feat. However, choosing that route was a slippery slope with only one of two endings. Alcoholics Anonymous or swallowing his gun. Since neither outcome sounded desirable, LJ kept a tight handle on the amount of alcohol he typically consumed.
But last night had been a special occasion. A celebration quite a long time coming.
As he stepped outside, LJ slid his Oakley’s over his nose, but not before the sun singed his throbbing brain straight through his eye sockets. “Last time I fuckin’ drink ever again,” he muttered, as he jogged past the empty second-floor apartment next to his. His limbs moved like they were made of wood instead of flesh and bone. Picking up the pace, he turned the corner only to narrowly avoid taking out a woman carrying a box twice her size. “Whoa, shit,” he shouted as he dodged right.
Whoever she was, she yelped and staggered back, unbalanced by the heft of the box.
LJ lunged forward, snatching the heavy load from her with one arm as he used the other to steady her by her shoulder.
“Holy crap, you’re huge. And you just saved my life,” she said, panting with a hand pressed to her heaving chest.
LJ chuckled as he set the box on the concrete walkway. “Since I was the one who almost took you out, I’m pretty sure the save doesn’t count.”
“Oh, it counts,” she argued, voice full of sass. “And I’m pretty sure I’m the one to blame since I got all cocky and decided to haul the biggest box in the trunk.”
With another chuckle he straightened, faced her, and—fuck me—his dick punched against his running shorts in an instant.
“I’m Holly,” she said, a sweet smile playing on those pouty, unglossed lips as she stuck out her hand.
Holly. A sweet name to go with that sugary smile. God, she was…lush was the only word that came to mind. On the shorter side—well at least compared to him—curvy as fuck, with tits he’d kill to bury his face between, the woman was just his type. He hadn’t been lucky enough to catch a glimpse of her ass yet, but he bet it was round and jiggled as she walked. Jesus Christ, he could get lost for days in all that softness.
“Um, okay,” she said, as she started to draw her arm back.
“Shit, sorry!” he grabbed her hand and didn’t let go. “Zoned out for a second. My brain’s a little slow today due to some poor choices last night. I’m LJ. You moving in?” The smoothness of her skin didn’t escape him for one second. Especially the way her silky fingers curled around his larger and much rougher palm. Despite the soft feel, her grip was solid.
She smiled, and it lit her up, all glowy and shit. God, she was so fucking adorable, with her honey-blonde hair pulled back in a loose, low ponytail. Perfect complement to those round, ocean blue eyes he could drown in. And, apparently, she’d turned him into a poetic pussy.
“I am! Apartment 2A.”
Well, well, well. This could get interesting. Hopefully, he could keep his dick under control and not scare her away by being rock hard every time they came in contact. “You’re right next to me. Welcome to the complex. That place has been sitting empty for about six months. Ever since the murder-suicide that took place in there. Crazy couple. Used to fight all the time. He finally offed her, and himself a few minutes later.”
Her smile flipped upside down in an instant as the color drained from her face. “Murder?” she croaked, eyes bugging. “Suicide?”
Aw, fuck. He was an ass. Sometimes, he forgot not everyone had the crass sense of humor he’d gotten used to tossing out around his MC brothers. “Uh, no, sorry. I was just teasing you. Sounded much funnier in my head.” He shrugged.
Holly’s mouth opened and closed a few times.
Well, there went any opportunity of sucking on her nipples or seeing exactly what that body looked like without the tattered T-shirt and yoga pants.
For a woman to be rocking a sloppy ponytail, no makeup, and scruffy clothes and still make his dick hard as a pipe…that said something.
Him and his stupid fucking mouth.
Holly’s head dropped back, and she let out a melodic laugh that did absolutely nothing to squelch his hard-on. “So that’s how you’re gonna be, huh?”
Or maybe not so stupid…
His grin had to be huge as fuck with the way it was stretching his cheeks. Damn, she was gonna be a fun neighbor. Especially if she ever let him between those thick thighs. “You doing this by yourself?” he asked, pointing to the box between them.
Holly rolled her baby blues. “No. Not exactly. My dad and brother are coming out in the morning to help me unload the U-Haul. I wasn’t supposed to get in until tomorrow, but I wanted a few hours to get acclimated to the place before my overbearing family descends.” She shrugged and looked away. “You know how it is.”
Uh, no, he did not. His family wouldn’t spit on him if he were on fire. “I’ll take your word for it.”
That had her head snapping back in his direction as she gave him an openly curious look.
He bent down and hoisted the box up to his shoulder. “Lead the way, pretty girl.”
Her eyes widened. “Damn, you make that look easy. Where’d you get all those muscles? I could use a few.”
The laugh he belted out had her giggling alongside him. “I’ll give you the website.”
“Seriously,” she said with a shake of her head. “You do not have to do this. Carrying big boxes sucks. Save yourself and finish your run. Although running sucks just as bad.” Her face scrunched as though running truly offended her.
Jesus, if she didn’t stop saying the word suck, she just might find herself on her knees preparing to do just that. “Eh, no biggie,” he said, exaggerating the flex of his admittedly sizable biceps. “Gotta let these puppies out to play every now and again, or they’ll get bored and run away.” He gestured for her to head down the hallway first.
She snorted as she led him to her apartment door. Ahh, there was the ass view. Just as he’d imagined. Plump, round, and so fucking squeezable his palms itched.
Oblivious to his stare and his boner, or at least polite enough to pretend she was oblivious, she held the door open for him. As soon as he stepped through, something warm nudged straight into his crotch. “What the fuck?”
He set the box down and found the biggest dog he’d ever encountered getting up close and personal with his junk. “Shit,” he said with a laugh as he reached down to scratch the jet-black beast behind his ears. “Had you warned me you had such a huge boyfriend, I’d have toned down the flirting.”
Holly, who’d made it to the kitchen by this point spun on her heel and darted back toward them. “I’m so sorry! Biscuit, get over here. Leave LJ alone. I’m so sorry,” she said again. “I thought he was asleep in my room, or I would have warned you about him. He’s a total whore.” She tried in vain to wrestle the humungous hound away from LJ’s family jewels.
“No worries.” LJ squatted down which at least got the dog away from the danger zone. It was like the hairy guy could smell his arousal or something. Some kind of primitive man to beast bond. “He’s a handsome guy. What is he?”
“A mountain mastiff,” she answered. “Worst guard dog in existence, as you can see, but thankfully he’s big enough he tends to intimidate on sight.”
LJ watched her as she scratched the dog behind his ears. The big baby rolled to his back, presenting his long stomach for a good rub. LJ obliged at once.
“How’d you know he was a boy?” She asked as her hand joined his on Biscuit’s belly.
“For real?” he asked with a laugh. “Come one, look at that thing. It’s kinda hard to miss.” He pointed toward the large schlong sticking up proudly between the dog’s hind legs. “We’ve got a few things in common.”
Holly’s mouth dropped open, then she snickered. “I see you’re gonna keep me on my toes.”
“I’ll take you any way I can get you. On your toes, your back, right up against that wall.” LJ winked. “Come on, let’s grab some more of your shit before it gets dark.”
Her face turned an adorable shade of pink. “Um, thanks, LJ. Hopefully, I can repay the favor someday soon.”
Uh, yeah, he could think of at least twenty ways she could repay the favor, and all involved her being naked and moaning his name. Since he assumed he’d come on strong enough for the first meet, he kept those thoughts to himself.
“Biscuit, go to your bed,” she ordered. The giant dog obeyed at once, loping over to a substantial oval dog bed in the center of the bare living room.
“Biscuit?” Poor guy.
She blushed even harder as she nodded.
For the next thirty minutes, they worked in relative silence as they unloaded her Jetta. LJ made sure to let her lead the way up the steps each trip, so he had a prime view of that stellar ass.
“That’s it, right?” She asked as he deposited a box marked “Baking Shiz” onto the small kitchen island. It’d been the heaviest box by far. And not the only one with a baking label. The woman must like to bake. Second to the possibility of headboard-banging sex, this could be the best thing about having her as a neighbor.
“Yes, ma’am,” he quipped.
She shot him a look over her shoulder as she opened her refrigerator. “Ma’am? I’m twenty-four, LJ, not sure I qualify as a ma’am.” She removed two bottles of Yingling and a small Tupperware case, then made her way back to the island.
Huh, look at that. “Hey, we’re almost the same age! I’m twenty-five, and I was in the military for four years, so all females are ma’am to me.”
She handed him a bottle, then fished through her purse for her keychain, which she also tossed to him.
With a laugh, she snatched the keys back. “Sorry, forgot we just met or something. Here.” She handed the keychain back, this time holding out the bottle opener attached to a key ring.
Instant bottle opener? Another check in this girl’s pro column.
“Ahh, I’m with you now, pretty girl.” He popped the cap on his beer, then did the same to hers. “Thanks,” he said after taking a sip. “This hits the spot.” So much for never drinking again. All it took was one sweet smile and two big tits to have him going back on his word.
“Yes, it does.” She peeled the Tupperware open. “Want one?”
Before he even had a chance to peek in the container, a sugary, strawberry smell hit his senses and he nearly groaned. “Holy shit, what the hell is that?” he asked peering down at what looked like a cupcake but with gooey strawberries on top instead of frosting.
“They’re mini vanilla cheesecakes with a strawberry glaze.”
If she said anything after glaze, LJ completely missed it. He was too busy staring at the delicious-looking confection. As if on autopilot, he snagged one of the treats and took a taste, devouring half the cheesecake in one bite.
This time, he did groan, loud, as the fantastic flavor of strawberry combined with a zing of something tart, maybe lemon, mixed with creamy vanilla goodness flooded his taste buds. “Holy fucking shit,” he said, mouth full. Didn’t even matter how much of a pig he came across as. He shoved the rest of the cheesecake in his mouth and reached for another.
“Please,” Holly said, pushing the container toward him with sparkling eyes. “Help yourself to as many as you’d like.”
She stood, watching his face, lower lip tucked between her teeth. The seductive pose drew him away from his snack. All he could think about was sinking his own teeth into that plump lip and seeing if her eyes darkened to a stormy sea or remained Caribbean calm.
“Do you like it?”
Was she nervous? Standing there abusing her lip and drumming her fingers on the counter.
“Like it? Shit woman, this is the best thing I’ve eaten in ages. Where’d you buy these?”
There she went getting all pink again. Damn, the blush was just too cute. LJ had never been one to go for the innocent type, hell, he was an outlaw biker for fuck’s sake. Not to mention other parts of his past and present that didn’t attract innocent girls. Those types of women did not come with the territory, but this one had a wholesome air of purity around her that was drawing him in.
“I made it,” she said in a near whisper.
“No shit?”
She laughed. “No shit. I’m a pastry chef.”
Oh man. A sexy neighbor who carried a bottle opener, had some sass to her, looked like sex in clothes, and was a pastry chef. He was seriously fucked. “You opening a bakery in town or anything?”
Her phone buzzed from the counter, and she grabbed it, firing off a quick text with a frown.
“Sorry.” She rolled her eyes. “Overprotective parents checking to make sure I’m not in a ditch somewhere.” Holly sighed. “Anyway, opening a bakery is my goal, eventually. I don’t have the capital for it right now, but I’ve been building an online business. Custom cakes, desserts for events, things like that. But even that’s getting tricky.”
“How come?”
“Well,” she chuckled and gave him a sheepish smile. “I’m sure you’re not interested in talking about my work issues. I’ve probably kept you long enough. Thank you for your help.”
She went to place the lid on the Tupperware, but he caught her wrist before she completed the task. God, that soft skin…if it was that smooth on her arm, he couldn’t imagine the satin he’d discover under her clothing.
Her gaze shot to his and they stared at each other for a few seconds before he said. “I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t want to know. Once you get to know me, you’ll find out I’m not one to waste my time on bullshit I don’t care about. Okay?”
“Uh, okay.” She blinked and stared at his hand on her arm. The one where his thumb was stroking her skin.
“So tell me about it.”
“Well, the problem is two-fold. First, this kitchen is too small to keep up with my orders. And second, it can be hard to get a license for a home bakery if you own a dog. Unless you can prove the dog will never be in the cooking space.”
As if he knew he was the topic of conversation, Biscuit wandered over and nudged LJ’s hand. LJ obliged the handsome guy with a good scratch behind his ears.
Holly rolled her eyes. “And as you can see, keeping him away from this space is not gonna happen.”
The second he stopped rubbing, Biscuit whined and nudged his hand again. “So what are you gonna do?” He went for a third little cheesecake and Holly just fucking beamed.
“I used my parent’s kitchen for an online business before moving here, so I have a little saved up. I’ll probably rent time from a commercial kitchen. Sometimes churches rent out time in their kitchens, or restaurants that close earlier let bakers rent time and space after hours. That kind of thing.”
The wheels in LJ’s head started to turn. “Well, pretty girl, I better get going. Gotta double my run now to make up for all this sugar.”
“Yeah, I’m never gonna apologize for that. In fact, living next to me, you’re pretty much doomed to become my guinea pig.”
“Sugar, you can experiment on me anytime.”
Her eyes widened; the double meaning not lost on her.
Chuckling to himself, LJ leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her cheek as he swiped a cheesecake for the road. “See ya around, sugar. Thanks for the sweets.”
“Oh, uh, of course.” She blinked and raised a hand to her red cheek. Biscuit trotted after him to the door. As he opened it to leave, Holly seemed to snap out of her trance. “Thanks for the muscle!” she called out.
Once he was outside and away from all the sugary goodness—both the dessert and the woman—LJ fished his phone out of the zip pocket in his running shorts. “Hey, Z,” he said after his club’s enforcer picked up on the third ring.
“LJ! Hey, brother, glad to hear your voice. We were wondering if you survived the night.” Zach said. There was a loud clanking in the background. Zach must be at work. He owned the local gym in town and did some seriously great business.
“I’m still kicking…barely.”
Zach laughed. “How many women did you wake up with this morning?”
That would be none. Because he never woke up with a woman. In order for them to wake up in his bed or vice versa, he’d have to fall asleep with them, and there was no way in hell that was happening. One disaster on that front was enough to last him a lifetime.
“Hey, Z, Toni around? I had something to run by her.”
The laugh that came from Zach was slightly evil. “Damn, must have been quite a night if you won’t even talk about it. But yeah, Toni is here, helping out at the front desk. Everything all right?”
Protective didn’t come close to describing Zach. Of course, he wouldn’t let LJ talk to his woman before ensuring the topic of conversation wouldn’t upset her in any way. “You bet. Just had an idea for her.”
“You got it, brother. Hang on a sec.”
Brother. Damn, that word sounded so good. LJ had been a prospect for way longer than the usual timeframe. One emergency after another with the club had kept him from being patched in when he should have. But as of last night, that was all in the past. He was officially a fully-patched member of the Hell’s Handlers Motorcycle Club.
“Hey, LJ, what can I do for you?” Toni came on the line.
“Hey, hon. Listen, I have this new neighbor…”
Lilly Atlas is a contemporary romance author, proud Navy wife, and mother of two spunky girls. By day she works as a physical therapist for a hospital in Virginia. Lilly is an avid romance reader, and expects her Kindle to beg for mercy every time she downloads a new eBook. Thankfully, it hasn’t happened yet, and she can often be found absorbed in a good book.

Blog Tour & Giveaway for The Heart of the Family Series by Stacy Eaton

Mistletoe & Cocoa Kisses
Heart of the Family Book 1
by Stacy Eaton
Genre: Contemporary Romance 
Robin Cove has had enough of her boss, is over her boyfriend, and makes a split-second decision to leave it all behind. Too bad she didn’t check the weather forecast before she left. Stranded on the side of the road when her old car breaks down, Robin fears her impulsive action will be the death of her as her body temperature steadily lowers to dangerous levels.

Matt Landry is slowly making his way home in the storm when he finds an unconscious woman on the side of the road and rushes her home to his father Chris to save her.

When Robin wakes up, she finds herself in the kind of home that she has always dreamed of having, except for the handsome man with the surly attitude. As much as Robin wants to stay, she knows she’ll never win him over and needs to find the right future for herself.

Will Robin’s future bring her back to Chris and his kids, or will Chris lose the chance to have the love of a woman who will never leave him and the family he has always wanted?
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Roses & Champagne Kisses
Heart of the Family Book 2 
Finley Parker loves working in catering but hates her boss and her life in Middletown. When Robin Landry steals her away to work for Heart of the Family Catering in Cricklewood Cove, Finley is ready to cook up a new life.

An accident in the kitchen finds Robin laid up and Finley must take over the planning of a wedding for a nightmare bride. It doesn’t help that sitting beside the spoiled woman is a tempting and tasty morsel of a man.

Roan Waterman is ready to take on life again after six years of mourning his wife. With his son about to head to college, Roan is looking for a woman to build a new life and his eyes are set on Finley.

Misunderstandings, overheard secrets and a major surprise from Finley’s past will keep these two on their toes as they prepare for the upcoming wedding.

Orchids & Hurricane Kisses
Heart of the Family Book 3 
Rye Waterman left his bride at the altar, but not before he learned she’d cheated on him and was pregnant with another man’s baby. Determined to forget it all, Rye goes on his honeymoon to a tropical island alone.

Amy Black was sent to the island to work on a special feature of a lifetime with a famous Caribbean chef who never gives interviews. Only problem is the resort lost her luggage, including her passport, the chef had a family emergency on another island, and now a category four hurricane is barreling toward the island, and she has no way to get off.

It’s laughter and twenty questions for these two as they get lost in a vacation romance that leaves them both wishing for more. When a crisis has Amy rushing home and Rye in a tailspin for her safety, it will take a tragedy and a miracle to bring them back together.

Carnations & Hot Toddy Kisses
Heart of the Family Book 4 
Joanne DuPree had no reservations about following her best friend to Cricklewood Cove. How could she when Amy and her daughter Cammie were as close to family as she had left?

JT Williams has returned home to Celebration with his daughter to connect with old friends and start a new adventure. When JT and Deklan prepare to open their new art gallery together, the pieces quickly start falling into place.

From a whirlwind romance to a horrific accident, secrets and unexpected surprises, the characters of the Heart of the Family Series are making one final appearance as the last pieces of the puzzle are revealed, and the Montenegro children are once again reunited.
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Stacy Eaton is a USA Today Bestselling author and began her writing career in October of 2010. Stacy took early retirement from law enforcement after over fifteen years of service in 2016 due to a second serious concusion. Her last three years on the job were in investigations and crime scene investigation. She now writes full-time.

Stacy resides in southeastern Pennsylvania with her husband, who works in law enforcement, and her teen daughter. Stacy also has a son who is currently serving in the United States Navy. She is also very involved in Domestic Violence Awareness and served on the Board of Directors for her local Domestic Violence Center for three years.

Stacy writes a variety of genre's, but mostly romance. She enjoys writing real-life stories that people can relate too with real-life problems, emotions, and solutions.

Her favorites: Classic cars, photography, Disney, music, coffee and her favorite sweatshirt that says, "You are dangerously close to getting killed in my next novel."
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Blog Tour & Giveaway for Anguish Unfolds by AE Faulkner

Anguish Unfolds
Nature's Fury 1.5
by AE Faulkner
Genre: YA Dystopian
With the life she knew all but gone, Riley must decide if she’ll let the road ahead break her spirit or bolster her drive.
When her sister’s safety is threatened, Riley discovers just how far she will go to protect Quinn. No matter the toll – emotionally and physically. With little faith in returning to the only family she has left, Riley follows the path that she believes is her only choice. Relying on others to lead the way, she is forced to face some of her deepest fears.
NOTE: You must have read Darkness Falls in order to understand Anguish Unfolds. Although I recommend you read Anguish Unfolds before diving into book 2 in the series (Chaos Ensues, coming in 2020), it is not necessary.
Darkness Falls
Nature's Fury #1
As nature tires of human destruction, two sisters must face a changing environment that stands between them and survival.

When Quinn and Riley set out on a family vacation with their parents, the trip ends before it begins. Mother Nature interferes with their plans, setting off a sequence of events that thrusts the teens into a hostile landscape.

Stranded, with limited supplies, struggling to figure out who they can trust along the way, they must determine how to survive nature's evolving fury.
AE Faulkner is a young adult dystopian author. Her debut novel, Darkness Falls, is the first book in the Nature's Fury series, which explores the Earth’s response to humans poisoning her streams, abusing her animals and destroying her beauty.

She has a bachelor’s degree in marketing from Millersville University and a master’s degree in advertising, public relations & journalism from Temple University.

Although she escaped in books as a child, college textbooks sucked the fun out of reading. Years later, The Hunger Games trilogy became the spark that rekindled her love of books. After devouring that series, she quickly became captivated by dystopian novels.

After several years of reading them, she decided to take a stab at writing one that combined her love for nature with her fear of human destruction
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