Thursday, May 22, 2025

RELEASE BLITZ - CONTEMPORARY - CHEAP SHOT (Portland Timberwolves, #1) by A.J. Alexander

Coach has one rule: don’t touch his daughter


Cheap Shot, an all-new brother’s best friend, single mom, small town, hockey romance from USA Today bestselling author AJ Alexander is now available!




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“Are you sure you couldn’t think of something better for the two of us to do instead of some more boring exercises?”

      

Okay, that wasn’t my best pickup line, but it’s what I could come up with. I am working at a much different advantage than usual. Between the new medications the doctor gave me to deal with the pain and being in the last place I want to be right now, I’m operating under a bit of a handicap.

      

“Is that the best you can come up with?” The corner of her mouth quirks up into a small smile as she runs her hand down her long ponytail, throwing it back over her shoulder. “Your left arm is going to help your right arm do this workout.  I want you to lift the stick enough so you feel a stretch and then hold it for ten seconds.”


I push my arm back, feeling the stretch almost immediately, a slight tugging sensation in my shoulder that isn’t too bad but doesn’t tickle either. “I could’ve come up with something better, but I didn’t want to waste the opportunity.”

      

What the hell are you doing, Hendrix? You can walk out of here and get any girl you want. But that’s the problem. I don't want just any girl. I want Michele.

     

“I don’t date patients.”

      

“But I’m not your patient. I’m Stacey’s, unless there is a change to the therapy schedule I wasn’t aware of. I may have to speak to your manager.”

      

Michele's eyes widen in surprise as she snorts loudly, bringing attention to the two of us.

      

“This is definitely a first for me.” I drop the stick from my right hand and bring my hand toward her face. Crooking my index finger and running it down the bridge of her nose. “I’ve never made someone snort when asking them on a date.”


“I guess there is a first time for everything.” Michele ducks her head slightly, breaking eye contact and busying herself with something under the table. “Ready for the next exercise?”


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Monday, May 12, 2025

RELEASE BLITZ - CONTEMPORARY SUSPENSE - HIGH VELOCITY (High Mountain Trackers: HMT 2G, #4) by Freya Barker

 

High Velocity

High Mountain Trackers HMT 2G, #4
by Freya Barker 
Release Date: May 13th 2025
Cover Designer: Freya Barker Images: Jean Woodfin - JW Photography 
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Genre: Romantic Suspense 


They say it becomes second nature at some point, but the fact is about fifteen percent of the body I was born with is missing, which isn’t that easy to adjust to. Every time I catch a glimpse of myself coming out of the shower, I’m still startled at my own reflection. This mental image I have of my former intact body persists, and I’m shocked each time to find part of it gone. Even in my dreams, I still have my right leg.

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USA Today bestselling author Freya Barker loves writing about ordinary people with extraordinary stories.

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Monday, April 21, 2025

TOUR - CONTEMPORARY - THE SPRING IN MY HEART (Love for All Seasons, #4) by J.L. Lora

 

Lux and Oliver navigate the delicate balance of trust and vulnerability. Just when it seems they’re overcoming their complicated history, their exes lurk in the shadows, forcing them back to square one.


The Spring in My Heart
Love for All Seasons, #4
by J.L. Lora

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EXCERPT

Mierda mano, when I think shit can’t get any worse, it can. I have to face my one-night stand from Noche Buena.

The one I relive at least four to five times a day.

The one where I got left behind so she could run back to her ex.

The one that has me playing Aventura on a loop.

And it starts with her brother, my friend. 

Coño

I pull out the wet wipes I always carry around and swipe the back of my neck, over my arms, and under my pits. I reapply deodorant and throw on the clean Henley I keep in my trunk for emergencies. I blow a breath into my palm and instinctively reach for the mouthwash in the glove compartment.

I need to put the long morning at work behind me—the fight with Lyssa, my girlfriend, over our canceled weekend trip, and my former mother-in-law’s attitude because Ayla wants me, not her, to take her to the mall this weekend. Now, my day is turning into a latrine, but I need to make it look like it smells like roses.

Because Luciana Blake didn’t cancel the appointment for a walkthrough of her reno project like I’ve been praying she would.

I got a text from my friend Cam confirming his sister would meet me at two in front of the side-by-side properties she is looking to unite. My boy actually sounded happy, excited, hopeful…all the things he wouldn’t be if he knew what happened the last time I saw Luciana.

We slept together.

And by slept, I mean nos comimos. Yeah, we ate each other up, rolled on the hardwood floor of my flip, and rode each other to exhaustion. Her scent clung to my nostrils for days. No matter how many times I bathed, I could still smell her on my skin. No matter what I ate or drank, I still tasted her tongue on mine.

Now Cam wants me to work with her and renovate her house like I don’t wake up in cold sweats thinking about how well she fits in my arms. I would have to see her every day, look into her eyes, and remember how she held my hand as we traded stories from our pasts.

And relive how she ran back to New York, Mateo de la Cruz, and a life of parties, press, and riches. All that is the polar opposite of my world as a contractor, coach, and single dad.

When I tried to tell him I’m too busy, too booked, he hit me with, “Please make a space for her. Chase and I wouldn’t trust anyone else.”

Me lleva el diablo.

So I couldn’t say no after that, not when I fully understand what it means to be protective of someone. Anyway, it will just be business with her. I can use the money to pad my savings, which is always a good thing. My negrita—my daughter, my life, my Ayla—wants more things as she grows up, and I’m determined to give them to her. She will never not have something because I don’t have the means to provide them for her.

There’s also no way I can say no without raising more questions from Cam or Chase of why I won’t work on their sister’s project. 

Besides, if Lux has no problem with us, I won’t be the one acting despechado over what happened between us. We did what we set out to do on Noche Buena. We gave each other an unforgettable night. Now, she’s back with her famous ex, and I’m in a stable—kinda—relationship.

It’s all good. Really good. Fantastic, really. 

I finish freshening up and head to her house in Federal Hill, arriving thirty minutes ahead of our meeting. I barely remember driving up the steep hill lined with red brick rowhomes on Christmas morning when I brought her home. That day, I concentrated on the road ahead, the fallen snow, and the hole she carved in my chest. I ignored the park and, through the snow-covered trees, the view of the Inner Harbor. She has a picturesque view from her front windows and her rooftop. How many times have I seen this on magazine covers and photos on the internet? 

This area is like Lux herself—something I watch from afar but never really reach. She is high-class and luxury. My beginnings are so low that humble looks down its nose at them. Every time I step into the shower spray, I thank God for running water inside my house. She’ll never know what the opposite of that is. Just like she has siblings that love and care for her to the point of buying her a property and ensuring a trusted person to work on her renovations. Mis hermanos wouldn’t spit on me if I was on fire. 

I can’t believe I let myself dream of the possibility. I shake the thought off and turn my head to what’s at hand, like I’ve been doing for the past two months. 

I examine the perimeter, walking around the leading property and then the one I’ll be annexing to it. Both are a good size, but I can see why she needs double the space. Baltimore City row homes are famously narrow. Merged, these two will be a perfect-size masterpiece. I can already tell I’ll need to draw permits from the city to merge the water pipelines and the electric panel. 

I establish the horizontal width with my measuring tape, then I cross the street and pull out my phone to use the measuring app to get the correct height. I also take several photos and make notes. It will help me with visualizing the annexing point. 

The satin-bronze Range Rover pulls up at five till two in front of the property. Through the glass, I can make out the shape of her slick bob. Luciana’s hair, no longer blonde but now a soft brown, is straight today with none of Noche Buena’s bouncy waves. She pulls down the sun visor and applies lip gloss. I love glossy lips on a woman, but it’s the meticulous taps at the corners with her fingertips that get to me.

My heart takes off, pounding away hard against my sternum. She’s wrong for me, like high blood pressure. I rub my chest to thank him for the reminder. This already was all it was meant to be.

I take a breath to steady and brace myself as the door opens. When she steps out of the vehicle, she’s wearing jeans that mold over her hips and that nice, round ass. 

I fight against the flutter in my chest because she’s not as beautiful as I remembered her. She looks even more like a flower that bloomed after the winter, from the jade-green top to the sky-high heels.

Heels? I hope she realizes how much walking we’re about to do.

She smooths her hair and looks around but doesn’t see me immediately. I don’t call out to her but let her walk to her door. I want to see her walk. Looking ain’t going to kill me.

At 1:58, I cross the street. 

She turns around, and our gazes meet. Her eyes round for a second, and then her gaze slides over me like mine did over hers just minutes ago. “Hi. I didn’t realize you were here already.” 

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Wednesday, February 19, 2025

RELEASE BLITZ - CONTEMPORARY - A SCORING CHANCE (Portland Timberwolves, #1) by A.J. Alexander

Just one smile from her sets my entire world ablaze.
A Scoring Chance, an all-new small town, interracial, hockey romance from USA Today bestselling author AJ Alexander is now available!


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I lay on the horn before sticking my head out the window and shouting, “Can you move a little faster? Some of us have places to be.”
“Are you expecting them to answer you?” a voice says, startling me.
“That would be terrifying,” I respond quickly, before turning toward the voice.
A woman sits atop a chocolate brown roan, the reins held loosely in her right hand as they stroll closer to my window. She looks at home in the saddle with a pair of aviator sunglasses resting on her cheeks, barely covering the tinge of pink under her golden-brown skin. Her hair hangs around her shoulder, twisted into long locks that look more like braids. There are a few golden clasps affixed to a few of them, placed strategically throughout her hair to draw in someone’s attention. And draw me in they did. Everything about her is calling to me, pulling me toward her in a way I’ve never felt with another human being. Okay, this isn’t good at all. The last thing I need right now is a distraction, even in the form of a beautiful woman.
I squint my eyes slightly as I lean forward, trying to place her face. I’m not the best with names, but I always remember a face. Surprisingly, I’m unable to place hers. It’s not uncommon for someone to move to Redwood Falls for a chance to get away from the city, but it doesn’t happen very often, especially without the whole town talking about it.
“Didn’t your momma teach you it's impolite to stare?” she quips as her horse pushes its nose through the space, rubbing against my hand.
“Hello, sweet girl,” I whisper, my eyes locked on her as I run my hand down the horse’s nose. “I don’t have anything good in here for you to eat, but if you ask your rider, maybe I can bring you some apples tomorrow.”
“She loves apples.” The corner of her mouth quirks up into a small smile before she continues. “The last of them should cross soon. Sorry for the holdup. All the locals know to stay off this road around lunchtime. The herd always crosses around this time.”
“Thanks for the information,” I respond with a smile.
It’s rare that I can go anywhere, let alone back home, and no one recognizes me. I’m sure it’s only a matter of time before this beauty hears from someone that Cooper Hendrix has come home, but for now, I’m going to enjoy the anonymity.
“No problem. I’d stay away from here around dinnertime, as well. We will be on our way back before the sun goes down.”
“I’ll have to keep that in mind for the future…” My voice trails off. I’m hoping she’ll give me her name, but she says nothing, just a glimpse of her smile before she turns away from me toward the fold.



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Monday, February 17, 2025

RELEASE BLITZ w/EXCERPT - CONTEMPORARY SUSPENSE - HIGH DENSITY (High Mountain Trackers HMT 2G, #3) by Freya Barker

 

High Density
High Mountain Trackers HMT 2G, #3
by Freya Barker 
Release Date: February 17th 2025 
Genre: Romantic Suspense 


When I get to her place, I dig through the back seat of my truck to find something cleaner to wear than the clothes I have on now. I dig up a sports bag that must’ve been in there for a couple of months, since I haven’t been to the gym in at least that long. But at least it holds a pair of clean socks, a shirt, and some sweats that smell better than the jeans I have on. I didn’t realize how foul I reeked until the beautiful aroma from the pizza was overwhelmed by the smell of cow shit. No way I can eat smelling like this. Using Janey’s bathroom—which is permeated by her scent—is the worst kind of torture. I briefly contemplate polishing one off in the shower, but decide against it. Instead, I turn the faucet to cold for a few minutes before I step out. Janey is on her couch, her feet tucked under her as she’s watching the news on TV. The pizza and iced teas, along with a couple of plates and napkins, are waiting on the coffee table. “Unless you want to sit at the table?” she asks when I walk in. “Not particularly.” I drop down beside her. “You could’ve started without me,” I suggest. “You weren’t that long,” she returns, reaching to flip open the pizza box. My stomach rumbles loudly as she loads three pieces on a plate and hands it to me, before serving herself. I was wrong; sitting next to Janey as she moans through her first tastes of a cheesy bratwurst pizza has to be the worst kind of torture by far.

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Monday, January 20, 2025

TOUR - WOMEN'S FICTION - FORGET ME NOT (Women of Boone County, #3) by Julieann Dove

Forget Me Not
Women of Boone County, #3
by Julieann Dove
 Release Date: January 21st 2025


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EXCERPT

“You want a Cosmo?” Campbell asked Sadie.

“Actually, I’ll have a cranberry juice, straight up.”

The woman looked up from her pad, questioning her with her eyes.

“Okay,” Campbell said, interrupting the ensuing question from the waitress. “I’ll have a Coors.”

She looked back at Sadie before she left the table.

“So you’re not drinking tonight?”

“Giving it up for Lent.” She folded the tiny cocktail napkin the woman left behind.

“You’re not even Catholic.”

“Yeah, well, that might change, too.”

The music was certainly bluesy that night. Campbell noticed a man in the corner. He was swaying his head, with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. His eyes were closed, feeling the music deep in his soul.

“So, how was your first week? Did it all come back to you?” He rested his elbows on the table. It was all he could do not to reach across and pull a stray hair from the middle of her forehead. But then that would lead to touching her cheek. Then that would lead to bending across the table and kissing her. Something she wouldn’t understand.

“Yeah, pretty much. You see one naked ass, you’ve seen them all.”

He let out a laugh. The woman reappeared with their drinks. Sadie’s was bright red and filled a medium glass. His was a longneck. A frosted mug accompanied it.

“So true.” He poured the cold elixir down his throat. It felt as if it were setting off sparks as it crawled down to his stomach. A great end to a busy day. And now to be sitting across the table with Sadie made it the best.

Sadie began to sway in her chair to the song that was playing. Without giving thought to how she’d react, he stood and pulled her out to the small dance floor. He couldn’t take not being able to touch her any longer. They were going to share it with three other couples. Slow-moving couples. Maybe dirty dancers, if the lights were brighter and he could see better.

She fought at first, shaking her head no. But he insisted, pulling her harder. The song was “These Arms of Mine.” The words couldn’t have been more fitting to how he felt for her. He wrapped his arms around her tight and began to sway. Her body felt so good…so perfect next to his.

She went to say something the same time he moved his head to look at her. She ended up at his cheek. Her lips brushed against it. They stopped for a brief second, a half inch of space between their faces. His eyes focused on her lips. The ones he’d watch getting slathered with lip gloss in the break room that day, longing to be the wand in the tube. Slowly, he leaned in and kissed her. It was second nature. He wasn’t sure whether she closed her eyes. It ended quickly.

Like the song. “I’ve Been Loving You Too Long” came on next, not allowing for any silence in the dance area. Her eyes didn’t leave his for what seemed a whole chorus of Otis belting out the soulful tune.

She moved her head back to his shoulder, laying her cheek flat against it. His body radiated heat from what just happened…from feeling her breast pressed against his chest. How could he get rid of the extra warmth before she sensed the temperature change?

They remained dancing until the song ended and she pulled away. They went back to the table and sat down without saying a word.

“I’ve got to go to the restroom. I’ll be right back.”

He nodded.

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The Women of Boone County Series

Coming Home | To Have and Let Go | Forget Me Not


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Sunday, December 15, 2024

ANNOUNCING THE CAFFEINATED PR AUDIOBOOK CHALLENGE 2025

Challenge Details

Runs January 1, 2025 – December 31, 2025. You can join at any time.

The goal is to find a new love for audios or to outdo yourself by listening to more audios in 2025 than you did in 2024.

Books must be in audio format (CD, MP3, etc.)

All genres count.

Re-reads and crossovers from other reading challenges are allowed.

You do not have to be a book blogger to participate; you can track your progress on Goodreads, Facebook, etc. I recommend creating a shelf on Goodreads titled 2025 Audiobook Challenge. You can keep track and link the shelf.

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  • Newbie (I’ll give it a try) 1-5
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  • Socially Awkward (Don’t talk to me) 15-20
  • Binge Listener (Why read when someone can do it for you) 20-30
  • My Precious (I had my earbuds surgically implanted) 30+
  • Marathoner (Look Ma No Hands) 50+
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  • I Can’t Hear You (earbuds always in) 125-150
  • Audibly Addicted (listening to all the books 24/7) 150+


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Thursday, October 10, 2024

RELEASE BLITZ - CONTEMPORARY LGBTQ+ - EASTON (The Swift Brothers, #2) by Riley Hart

He makes me want more.

Easton, an all-new opposites attract, small town, M/M romance and the second book in The Swift Brothers Series from bestselling author Riley Hart is now available!

 

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I hate having to call Morgan and tell him I’ve been arrested. He just came back to Birchbark this summer because our dad had a stroke. He has enough on his plate dealing with a father who wants to control him and Rhett, but who wants nothing to do with me. And Morgan’s complicated relationship with Rhett isn’t much easier. Morgan’s finally starting to be happy—has admitted his feelings for his best friend, Dusty, whom he’s probably been in love with since before I was born, and they’re together.

The last thing he needs to deal with is me.

I’m the last thing anyone should have to deal with.

Still, I call because it’s not me I need him to take care of. It’s my dog, Pretty Girl.

“Hello?” Morgan answers, voice rough with sleep.

“I got arrested. I’m fine. I just need you to go take care of Pretty Girl in the morning. She’s gonna need out, and I don’t want her to be alone.”

“What about you?” Morgan asks. Since he’s been gone for ten years, he’s not tired of me yet. There’s no doubt in my mind that he will be at some point.

“Who cares? Take care of my dog, Morgan. I’m counting on you. I…” Don’t ask for things often…need to make sure she’s okay…don’t know how to reach out. I’m doing my best here.

Fortunately, Morgan doesn’t make me find words—something that’s not always easy for me to do. “We’ll make sure she’s taken care of, but I’m not just hanging you out to dry. What happened?”

Does it really matter? I’m always in the wrong, even when I’m not. But then, whose fault is it but mine? Yeah, the motherfucker I beat deserved it, but I could have found a better way to deal with it. My impulsivity is all on me. “Me.” I sigh. I happened. I always happen.

“I’ll call Archer,” I hear Dusty say in the background.

My heart rate spikes. I can’t figure out how Archer Thorn hasn’t gotten sick of me yet, why in the hell he wastes his time with me at all, other than him thinking it’s his job to fix the world. He thinks he let his cousin die when it wasn’t his fault, and now he’s trying to save me.

Why do I let him try?”

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