One Night in Aberdeen – #ebook #99c #99p #romance

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One Night in Aberdeen

Lee gets more than she bargained for when she wins her boss in a charity auction. An awful lot can happen in 24-hours.

Tirgearr Publishing are currently running a sale, with all of the City Nights books being reduced to 99c / 99p on Kindle. This week (week 3), this sale includes One Night in Aberdeen. Make sure you bag yourself a bargain while you can!

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Blurb:

Ross McKinley and his personal assistant, Lee Bradshaw, have been invited to Aberdeen by Ross’s ex-wife, Anna, to participate in a charity ‘slave auction.’ He finds the whole thing embarrassing, and not wanting to be ‘won’ on the auction block, he asks Lee to bid on him, and win whatever the cost. After a bidding war between Lee and Anna, Lee wins. Being the spoilsport, Anna begins subtly threatening Lee.

Ross finally takes Lee away from the event . . . and back to his hotel room where things quickly change from the boss-employee role to lovers. The following day when Ross is showing Lee around the city, it becomes obvious she’s not enjoying the adventure. She tells him about Anna’s threatening texts—she’s to quit her job and never see Ross again, or Anna will ruin his business.

When Lee refuses to let Anna manipulate her into quitting, will she be strong enough to fight beside Ross for his company? Or will Anna get the upper hand?

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Excerpt: 

“I am going to kill you,” Ross McKinley said in a low growl, quiet enough that only Lee heard him. Picking up the short tumbler, he knocked the Scotch back in one gulp. He took a sharp breath as the heat of it caught him off guard, burning his already raw throat. If there was one thing he did enjoy about being back in Aberdeen, it was the opportunity to drink decent, authentic Scottish whiskey.

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic, Mr McKinley.” His personal assistant didn’t look scared by his threat. She sat on her bar stool, sniggering into her drink.

“I swear to God, Lee…” he continued, turning to survey the room. He placed his elbows on the bar and leaned back. “What the hell have you got me into?”

She didn’t answer, finishing her drink instead. She didn’t need to respond. Technically it wasn’t her fault. It was Anna’s.

Ross watched as the other guests socialised, chatting amongst themselves. Waiters and waitresses dressed in black trousers and white shirts handed out hors d’oeuvres and glasses of sparkling wine with a couple of raspberries in the bottom. He grabbed one as a waiter walked past, drained the glass, leaving the fruit, and put it on the bar more forcefully than necessary. He checked his watch. Six o’clock. It was going to take much more alcohol to get him through the next six hours.

The hotel’s function room had been decorated in a vintage style, with pastel-coloured bunting and printed fabric hanging on the walls. Huge round tables had been placed around the room, draped in cream cloths, with ten places set around each one. The centrepieces were all identical – a slab of unfinished tree trunk used as a plate, with a glass jar holding a posy of pale pink roses and gypsophila, next to a small green bottle wrapped in old twine, holding a few sprigs of rosemary and flowering lavender. Candelabras hung from the high oak beams, catching the dying sun that broke through the few tall windows that dotted the stone walls. It was all very pretty, and very Anna.

His ex-wife was chatting with one of the band members, standing centre stage as always. Wearing a floor-length, emerald-green, figure-hugging dress with a neckline that skimmed her navel, and dripping in the diamonds he’d bought her over the ten years they’d been married, she looked amazing. And he hated her. He hated every fibre of her being.

“I am going to kill you,” he said again.

“It’s good publicity.”

“It’s a bad idea,” he countered.

“It’s a bit of fun and you’re raising money for a worthy cause. One you started, I should point out.” And she made her point well. The McKinley Trust was his baby, or more his ex-wife’s, but he was still on the board of the charity, for now. “It would have looked bad if you hadn’t turned up,” she continued.

He glanced at his assistant, not totally sure that he agreed with her. Lee finished her wine, and twisted on her seat. “I promise to bid on you,” she said, running her fingers through her long wavy brown hair and fiddling with the ends.

Ross shook his head, then squeezed his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose. He pulled his chequebook and a pen from the inner pocket of his suit jacket and ripped out a page. He signed the bottom of it and handed it to her. “Go as high as you need to, but get me out of this.”

Lee nipped the corner of the cheque between two fingers, and smiled. “As high as I need to, huh?” She folded the cheque and put it in her black satin handbag. “Okay, boss,” she said with a wink.

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Hidden Embers by Jane Burrelli

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Title: Hidden Embers (Book 1 Bride of Fire)

Author: Jane Burrelli

Release Date: 14/04/2018

What happens when the forbidden is fated?

Can an exiled princess rise from the ashes?

Would the flames destroy me or forge me stronger than ever…

After all, fire and ice don’t mix. Or do they?

Blurb

When the gods breathed life into us, they blessed us with an element. It’s a pity they didn’t care to bless anything else.

The Empress of the Throne of Flames is assassinated. Acting as a decoy to protect the next Empress, the undervalued Princess Nymira flees to the north. She must now carry the sacred sword, the symbol of her people and rejoin the Empress.

It is a mission Mira cannot fail but first, she must traverse the Western wastelands. The journey is perilous and the once sheltered princess finds herself rescued by the Ice Lord, Zorren. The leader of…

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So close…

Four years ago I decided to finish the English degree that I started when I was pregnant with my daughter – she’s about to turn 11 – and in 8 weeks time, my journey will be complete. It’s been an interesting ride, and I’ve learned so much more than I could have dreamed. The experience has been eventful, and when I complete it I should end up with a BA Hons Arts & Humanities with an English Language pathway. It’s helped with my writing, teaching me new language and literary skills that I hope to employ when I embark on my new journey. But I still have 8 weeks to go. 31st May is when my final assignment is due in. Until then, I’m still a student, but I’m so close I can almost taste the end and the victory have having finally completed my degree. It’s so close that it’s painful.

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I have four assignments due between now and then; 30th April, 3rd May, 30th May & 31st May. None of them are less than 2,500 words, and the longest is 3,000 words. Not much in the grand scheme of things – it should be pretty easy to bash out a total of 11,000 words over a period of 8 weeks. Yeah… That is until you consider the questions that I have to answer. Covering everything from politics to poetry, my brain is a complete muddle of hyperbole and transitive verbs. I’ll admit that I still don’t really know what either of those things are, and that my 11-year-old, who is currently revising for her Year Six SATs would have better luck than I do, at understanding the stylistics of the English language. Does that sound complicated? It does to me. But, there is light at the end of the tunnel. I’m nearing the end, and as with all things My Brain, I’ve already started plotting the next chapter of my life.

You may have heard of FOSTA/SESTA – the American legislation that is intended to make sex trafficking more difficult, or something along those lines. Well, it so happens that it limits all sex work of any kind, and believe it or not, writing erotic romance is included in that category. We’ve already had issues with Amazon removing the ranks of books in the erotica / erotic romance categories (slowly being fixed, my rankings have now returned), but Twitter & WordPress have also been affected. I know of several authors and professional dominatrices who have had their blogs removed from WordPress, and their Twitter accounts suspended due to the sexual content, despite all warnings etc. being in place. Instagram is next on the list, apparently, and it’s only a matter of time before Facebook follows suit. I’ve heard that social media sights such as FetLife – a sight created for the kinky and BDSM community has already removed “Financial Domination” (a very real kink) forums. Whatever your opinion on sex and fetishes, this is a limitation of free speech. All of this has made me reconsider my position in the community, especially with the end of my degree being so close.

With the end of my degree comes more free time. I very much plan to make writing a full-time career. But which route do I go down? I love writing erotic romance, and I have no intention of stopping, but I do need to consider how I’m going to pay my bills if the rules of the internet are going to be tightened and make finding those books more difficult. I’ve always been fascinated by fantasy and dystopian fiction, and I’ve been attempting to write a fantastical dystopian series for several years now. Perhaps all of this, and the completion of my degree, is pointing me in that direction. Perhaps it’s time to explore a new path. Of course, that doesn’t mean that I can’t include an element of eroticism in it.

Whatever happens, the end is in sight, and I’m so close to fulfilling one of many dreams. In the mean time, my latest erotic romance novella, One Night in Inverness is now available: Kindle USKindle UK, Smashwords, AppleKoboNook

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Free Rom-Com—Shopping for a Billionaire (Book 1, Shopping for a Billionaire series) by Julia Kent (@jkentauthor)

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Author: Julia Kent

Release Date:  June 2, 2014

Genre: Romantic Comedy, Contemporary Romance

Description:

When mystery shopper Shannon Jacoby meets billionaire Declan McCormick with her hand down a toilet in the men’s room of one of his stores, it’s love at first flush in this hilarious new romantic comedy from New York Times bestselling author Julia Kent.

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Author Bio:

New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Julia Kent writes romantic comedy with an edge. From billionaires to BBWs to new adult rock stars, Julia finds a sensual, goofy joy in every contemporary romance she writes. Unlike Shannon from Shopping for a Billionaire, she did not meet her husband after dropping her phone in a men’s room toilet (and he isn’t a billionaire). She lives in New England with her husband and three sons in a household where the toilet seat is never, ever, down

Social Media Links:

Website:  http://jkentauthor.com/

Facebook:  https://www.facebook.com/jkentauthor/

Twitter:  https://twitter.com/jkentauthor

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Excerpt:

Whoosh! Whoosh! I flush both urinals, then rush over to toilet #1. Whoosh! I stand in front of the stall to #2 and get ready to flush that one.

I’m in my own little world and let my guard down to ponder the question. I am also exhausted and most definitely not in top form, because I let a few seconds go by before realizing that someone is coming in the bathroom. Out of the corner of my eye I see a business shoe, and that becomes a blur as I scurry into one of the stalls and shut the door.

Heart pounding, I stare at the dented back of the stall door. Then I look down. Chipped red nail polish peeks up at me from my open-toed navy shoe. Aside from being outed as a transgendered person in here, there’s no plausible reason why any men’s room stall occupant should have red toenails.

I quickly scramble to perch myself on the toilet, feet planted firmly on either side of the rim, squatting over the open bowl like I am giving birth. Because I am genetically incapable of balance—ever—and as my heart slams against my chest so hard it might as well be playing a djembe, I lean carefully forward with one arm against the back of the stall door, the other clutching my phone.

The unmistakable sound of a man taking a whizz echoes through the bathroom. I can’t help myself and look through the tiny crack in the door.

It’s Mr. Sex in a Suit, his back to me. Thank goodness, because if I got a full-frontal shot right now, then how would I answer the “aesthetically pleasing” question from a strictly professional standpoint?

The tiny bit of shifting I do to peer through the crack makes my right foot slip, and I make a squeaking sound, then lose my grip on my phone as my arm flails.

Ka-PLUNK!

You know that sound, right? I know, and you know, that I’ve just dropped my smartphone in the toilet, but he thinks the man—he assumes it’s a man—in here just delivered something the size of a two-hundred-year-old turtle into the toilet.

I look down. My phone is still glowing, open to the question “Is the bathroom aesthetically pleasing?”

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Undercover in an English Country estate – confronted by her first love, and her first deception – Shadows of Our Past @TanyaJRussell, @evernightpub #RomanticSuspense #Romance

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Blurb

Jackson Halland has spent ten years running from a mistake that cost him everything, including Amory Parker, the woman he loved. With his gut wrenching response to her reappearance, he realises that if she will forgive him, then maybe, just maybe, he can forgive himself.

After ten years of working undercover Amory agrees to one final mission. Vowing to get justice for the woman she promised, and failed, to protect, nothing will stand in her way, not the prolific criminal she’s determined to bring down and certainly not coming face to face with the man she fell in love with on her very first undercover assignment, even if he has no idea who she really is, or the part she played in his past.

Buy Links

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Evernight Publishing http://www.evernightpublishing.com/shadows-of-our-past-by-tanya-jean-russell/

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Excerpt

Amory was so engrossed in her thoughts she didn’t hear the approaching sound of bare feet, padding on the smooth wooden floor, until a deep groan broke through them and she looked up to see Jackson. His mussed, dark blond hair was shot through with strands of gold in the overhead lighting.

The man was incredibly made. His arms stretching up and behind his head caused the bottom of his t-shirt to lift a few teasing inches, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of a tanned, rock-hard stomach. They weren’t the sculpted lines that came from the gym, but powerful, solid muscles. A fine trail of hair led the way to the top of his loose navy shorts. As he reached the bottom of the stairs, her gaze was transfixed.

His legs were long and thick, every muscle rippling as he moved down the stairs into the hallway. A rush of heat shot through her body, setting every nerve alight. Her stomach rolled as she absorbed the sight while a little lower everything tightened and tingled. She’d hoped that her memory had been flawed, tinted by the rose-colored lenses of what she had long since accepted was her first love. That clearly wasn’t the case. Rather than letting himself go he had become more impressive. The slenderness of youth had filled out, living up to the promise of overwhelming masculinity.

His lean muscles had broadened, and whilst the softness of youth had faded from his features, it had left a strong profile in its wake. Jackson had grown up all man. She gulped, heat flooding her.

The good feeling from her run was replaced by a more base desire to touch every inch of his perfect body. To pull it hard against her own and feel those muscular planes mold against her. She unconsciously licked her lips as she watched him.

As she met his eyes, the feeling of heat evaporated, replaced by a harsh chill of dread that sank through to her toes. His emotions were playing across his face and it was clear that, despite her DCI’s reassurances, Jackson had joined the dots and figured out who she was. The recognition clearly shocked him as his whole body jolted abruptly to a stop.

Unable to move, she stared helplessly as he began to walk toward her, his face a mix of unreadable emotions. As he reached out, her body began to respond to the heat that rolled off of him. The scent of his skin washed over her, but she moved back defensively. It was a tactical mistake, giving away that she knew who he was, that she had known all along.

“Amory?” he whispered, hope shining oddly through that one word.

Almost imperceptibly shaking her head, all her professionalism flew out the window, and with her heart sinking she managed a stuttered whisper, “N-n-no… No, you’re wrong. I’m Olivia.”

No amount of training was going to get her through this. Despite her only half-admitted hope that he’d see who she really was, Amory knew too much was at stake for this to happen, but it had. Now she had to endure the awful consequences of him recognizing her, the hatred that would follow this moment.

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Author Bio

Tanya Jean Russell writes romantics suspense and lives in England. She is married to an amazing Elvis & Neil Diamond Tribute artist, thanks to whom she has a house full of jumpsuits & trophies. Something which is, of course, a source of much embarrassment to her two teenage children.

She is a little obsessive about books and has an embarrassingly huge (and ever growing) pile of things that she just ‘has’ to read next to her bed. Something that isn’t helped by being a part of the Romantic Novelist Association, or by being published by the amazing Evernight Publishing. With both organisations filled with talented writers, she keeps adding to her pile!

​Tanya Jean squeezes her daydreaming … ahem … ‘writing’ around her family and her day job in HR, and is convinced that chocolate & diet coke should be considered a well-balanced diet.

Author links

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https://www.facebook.com/TanyaJeanRussellAuthor/

https://twitter.com/TanyaJRussell

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Love, Laughter, and Lots of Dogs A Pawsome Romance by Ellen Whyte

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A Pawsome Romance by Ellen Whyte

Kelly Taylor’s homemade pet treat business is taking off. Even better, utterly yummy Lord Cory Winthrop, the man she had a teenage crush on, asks her out for dinner.

Back on a lightning visit home, Cory Winthrop runs into his childhood friend, Kelly. Captivated by her happy nature, he becomes determined to win her heart.

However, finding true love is never easy. Kelly worries she may not fit into Cory’s spectacularly glamorous lifestyle. To complicate matters, Cory’s banking career is at a crossroads, and his evil ex is about to come rocketing back into his life.

Will Cory and Kelly be able to overcome their difficulties and live happily ever after?

A warm, light-hearted small town romance with a curvy girl and a very hunky billionaire banker. Featuring Hamish, the adorable rescue puppy.

Love,
Laughter, and Lots of Dogs
A standalone novel

Pre-Order Special $1.99 (33% Discount!)

 Regular Price: $2.99