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    Cover Reveal-Luci’s Lullaby by Leaona Luxx

    LUCI’S LULLABY by Leaona Luxx releases October 4th!
    Cover Designer: Emma Rider, Moonstruck Cover Design and Photography
    Cover Model: Blake Sevani
    You know that old saying… He’s the next big thing.


    Yeah, that was me. I was a rising star, and I couldn’t have been happier.


    Fame, money, women at every turn. I had it all, until the day my world came crashing down.


    I never fathomed this would be my life.


    But here I am, a single dad at twenty-eight and I have no clue what I’m doing.


    I pray every day I’m giving her the best life, ’cause it’s the only one I know.


    The minute I lost everything and had nothing left to give.


    Charlee showed up.


    She restored my faith and gave us so much more than I ever deserved.


    So can you tell me why I’m sitting here alone?


    Every single day that goes by without them, I lose more of myself.


    It’s hard to imagine a world they’re not part of.


    So I pick up my old guitar and tell them both how I feel.


    Turns out, lullabies aren’t just for children.
    MEET THE AUTHOR:
    Leaona, also known as Lea, lives with her husband, Lu in southern WV. A mother of three sons and mother in law to three amazing woman. She enjoys spending time with her furbabies, Kaylea (cat) and Frankie (beagle), watching Carolina Panthers and Marshall University Football, reading, writing, gardening, crafts, NASCAR, TWD, HGTV, hot rods, and surf fishing.
    Lea was inspired to write while she raised her family, never dreaming one day, she would be published. While loving all genres of books, Lea writes redeeming contemporary romance that are gritty and true to life. She draws from her life and loves to create her characters from everyday situations, proving everyone can be redeemed.
    Leaona (Lee-aw-na) released her first book in June 2016 upon the encouragement of her father, who passed away before seeing her dream come true. The Cove Series was followed by Highway 17 Series, all are standalone family sagas and intertwine.
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    The Tenth Girl by Carrie Aarons

    Title: The Tenth Girl
    Author: Carrie Aarons
    Genre: New Adult/Young Adult
    Cover Design: Sarah Hansen, Okay Creations
    Release Date: September 9, 2018
    Blurb
    Never play a game you can’t win.
    For Cain Kent, that rule is golden. Losing is not in his vocabulary, and up until
    now, everything has come easy. Football, school, girls … his charm-laced ego
    may just be bigger than Texas itself.The competition he started freshman year with his friends, to make ten notches
    each in their bedposts by graduation day, is practically in the bag. One more
    to go, and then it’s off to college fame and eventually, the big time.
    Attachments aren’t something he wants to form, but when the quiet new girl
    challenges him in front of his classmates, his curiosity is peaked. She would
    be the perfect final score, and what fun to break her in the process.

    Too bad Harper Posy has no intention of being just another warm body,
    especially to the bad boy quarterback. Even if he does quote Forster and Huxley
    when no one is listening. An aspiring author herself, Cain and his hidden soft
    side are dangerous to her heart. She’s seen men ruin her mother’s dreams time
    and again, and she’s determined to fly far away as soon as she has that diploma
    in her fist.

    But as the school year’s end looms closer, both realize they didn’t quite
    understand the rules to begin with. Is winning a dirty bet worth the gamble
    when the stakes, or the other’s heart in this case, are so high?

    Harper is the one girl who isn’t up for playing games. And she just might make
    Cain lose. Everything.

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    Author Bio

     

    Author of romance novels such as Red Card and Privileged,
    Carrie Aarons writes books that are just as swoon-worthy as they are sarcastic.
    A former journalist, she prefers the stories she dreams up, and the yoga pant
    dress code, much better.

    When she isn’t writing, Carrie is busy binging reality TV, having a love/hate
    relationship with cardio, and trying not to burn dinner. She lives in the
    suburbs of New Jersey with her husband, daughter and dog.

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    Cover Reveal: Remember that Night by Katrina Marie

    Title: Remember That Night
    Series: A Taking Chance Novel
    Author: Katrina Marie
    Genre: Sweet New Adult Contemporary Romance
    Release Date: August 14, 2018 
    Darcy Quinn doesn’t do sloppy seconds—even if they are her own. She has reinvented herself just in time for college and is determined show the world she is stronger than ever so no one can hurt her again…especially Derrick Rhodes.
    For as long as he can remember, Derrick’s only wanted two things: to play college ball and to be Darcy’s man. This all came to a crashing halt a year ago. He lost his future and his girl. Now he’ll stop at nothing to make the team and win Darcy back for good.
    Can the two of them find a way to overcome the past and become the people they have always wanted to be? Will Darcy take a chance on loving again?
    The mirror in the bathroom is foggy from the shower. The towel leaving streaks across the glass as I wipe it to see my reflection. Blonde hair in stringy wet tendrils, eyes wide with nerves and excitement.

    The Fall semester starts in a week, and this is the last time I will be able to see him. I wasn’t looking for a relationship over the summer. But he charmed me and made me laugh. I thought it was going to be just a fling. One last hoorah before I started over in a new town. Not that I had any sort of relationship prior to him. Nobody goes for the geeky, quiet girl.

    I blow dry my hair, trying to decide what I’m going to wear tonight. A pink sundress hangs over my door, but I don’t think I want to wear it anymore. I want tonight to be special…for both of us.

    As soon as I shut the blow dryer off, I walk into my room and head straight for the walk-in closet. It’s not huge, but it’s a decent size. I don’t have enough clothes to fill it. On the right side, my fandom t-shirts hang in all their glory. Everything from Harry Potter to the Walking Dead. Jeans line the shelves below them. On the left, and the emptiest area of my closet, hang the very few dresses I own. Aside from the dress hanging on my bathroom door.

    I slide the hangers to the side, searching for the perfect dress. Too plain. Too blah. Pushing over three more dresses, I find the perfect one. It’s the one thing all girls have in their closets. The little black dress. The last time I wore mine was during my induction into the honor society.

    The floor is littered with sneakers, Vans, and Converse. I know there are a few pairs of heels in here somewhere. I shuffle through the shoes, throwing them aside. It looks like a minefield in here. Finally, I find the black heels I’m looking for. Inspecting them, I’m not that crazy about wearing them. But, they are the only pair I have so they will have to work.

    Shoes in one hand, I use the other to pull the dress off the hanger and place them on my bed. My curling iron is plugged in and heating up. I open my makeup case and study the few contents in there. Mascara, lip gloss, and eyeshadows in neutral colors.

    I don’t bother with the eyeshadow or lip gloss. Instead I sweep the mascara onto my lashes, then go to Mom’s bathroom. She has so much makeup. I don’t even know what half of it is, but I spot a tube of lipstick and grab it before heading back to my room.

    The curling iron slides to the bottom of my hair easily. Forming small waves at the ends, just enough to give my hair a little bit of bounce. I open the tube of lipstick. It’s bright red. I’ve never worn this color before, and I’m not sure I can pull it off, but I put it on anyway.

    The girl looking back at me in the mirror is not the one I was before getting ready. The bright lipstick makes me feel more mature and confident. Like I can conquer the world.

    Rushing down the hall, I call out, “Mom, Dad. I’m going out, I’ll be back later.”

    “Okay, honey,” Mom says from the kitchen. “Be careful.”

    “I will.” That’s the thing about being the good, nerdy girl. Your parents don’t even bother asking where you’re going. They just assume it’s to meet up with friends from various school clubs. I’ve never even had a curfew.

    Grabbing my keys, I walk out the door, and practically sprint to my car. Ready to see the guy that’s stolen my heart.



    ***

    It’s ten ‘til seven when I pull up to the restaurant. This place is packed. How are we even going to get a seat?

    After parking the car, I take one last look in the visor mirror, making sure my lipstick hasn’t smudged. There’s a bench right outside the restaurant and I take a seat to wait.

    Twenty minutes later I still haven’t gotten a response. Maybe he’s stuck in traffic or can’t find his keys. I text him, hoping he’ll answer.

    Darcy: Are you almost here?

    Another ten minutes go by, then thirty, and still no response. Tears are welling up in my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall. I can’t believe he stood me up. He’s always been early. I don’t understand. Was he just playing me?

    Barely containing my sadness, I march to my car, unlock the door, and slide into my seat. The second the door is closed, I let my sobs free. Let all the emotion welling up inside me find their way out through the hot, salty tears streaming down my face.

    Another half hour has passed before the tears begin to slow, and anger takes control. I was so stupid to think someone like him would ever want someone like me. He’s attractive, athletic, and the complete opposite of who I am. The shy, meek girl. The one nobody truly sees.

    With a new resolve, I put the key in the ignition and start my car. I leave for Hilltown University next weekend. It’s time for a change. I will not be the girl everyone sees through. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not going to be a party animal either. But, it’s time for my nerdy ways to hit the road.

    Never again will I let someone make me feel the way I feel tonight. He may have broken my naïve heart by not showing up, but he is also the catalyst to a new and improved version of me.
    Katrina Marie lives in the Dallas area with her husband, two children, and fur baby. She is a lover of all things geeky and Gryffindor for life. When she’s not writing you can find her at her children’s sporting events, or curled up reading a book.

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    Downbeat — Happy Cover Reveal Jodie Larson

    Title: Downbeat
    Series: Lightning Strikes #4
    Author: Jodie Larson
    Genre: Contemporary Romance
     Cover Design: Indie Solutions by Murphy Rae
    Release Date: July 26, 2018
    Blurb

    Downbeat |n|: The first beat in a measure, often the strongest. Fame,
    fortune, traveling to different cities across the country…I’m living the dream.
    As the drummer for the Lightning Strikes, it’s my job to hook you in and keep
    you coming back for more. It’s my craft, my calling, what I’m a master at.Even with all that, I’m still just a normal guy who wants to eat at food
    trucks and lounge on the couch, playing video games until I can’t see straight.
    Everything was perfect.

    At least I thought it was, until a blonde bombshell walked into my life
    and made me question everything I thought I knew. I want her. I need her. Only,
    she’s afraid of the spotlight, afraid of what it’ll do to her and the ones she
    loves. The wall around her heart is keeping me out, but I know before long I
    will break down her barriers. She needs to know that there is more to us than
    what she sees, that this chemistry between us is our downbeat to forever. All
    the guys in the band have their happily ever after. Maybe it’s time for
    mine.

    Excerpt
    “Do you listen to music?” he asks out of the blue.
    I blink a few times to process his strange question. “Uh, yeah? Who doesn’t?”
    Paxton chuckles. “You’d be surprised. What do you listen to?”
    “Country,” I say, without hesitation.
    He scrunches his nose up, like he’d smelled something funny.
    “I said music.”
    “That is music.” I laugh. “What do you listen to. Wait, let me guess.” I tap my lips. “Not ska since you’re obviously not a native Californian.”
    “The accent give me away?” Again with the head tilt and smirk.
    “Pretty much.” I’ll keep the fact that I love it to myself.
    “You don’t strike me as the rap-type either.”
    “Are you trying to analyze me?”
    Another wave of heat coats my cheeks. “No, just using deductive reasoning.”
    “Uh huh. How about I save you the trouble. I’m a rock guy. Alternative, to be exact. Lots of old school mixed with new.”
    I stare at him blankly. “Huh?”
    “Alice in Chains?”
    Nothing.
    “Stone Temple Pilots?”
    “The who?”
    He rolls his eyes. “You have to know the Cranberries.”
    I shrug. “Sounds familiar. I’d have to hear something by them.”
    Paxton digs his phone out of his pocket. Tapping a few buttons, he places it on the table between us. Low piano notes fill the space; a sad beat following. Then, a gravely male voice spills out. You can feel the power of the lyrics as he sings with passion and conviction.
    “This isn’t the Cranberries. It’s Bad Wolves doing a cover of “Zombie”, one of their songs, but it’s incredible,” he says, tapping the beat onto his thigh. “He had asked for the lead singer to perform on the cover, but she died before that could happen.”
    I frown. “That’s so sad.”
    He nods. “It is. But I can’t think of a better compliment to give a band than performing one of their songs.”
    Make sense. Isn’t the old saying “imitation is the highest form of flattery”? Paxton even sings a few of the words; barely audible but loud enough that I can hear his voice. And man, he can sing. As the song ends, and the words really sink in, I find myself in new territory. I’ve always enjoyed music, but not like this. Paxton, on the other hand, has a real passion. It’s obvious in his movements, the way he closes his eyes during the powerful parts of the song. I listen to fill the void. He listens to fill his soul. Before I can dive into anything else, duty calls. The annoying bell chimes, bringing me back to reality.
    I stand and flash Paxton a real smile. “Thanks for the talk.
    It was nice to formally meet you again.”
    “Hey,” he says, jumping to his feet. “Any chance you don’t have a rule about going out with customers?”
    Chewing on my bottom lip, I debate my answer. Technically, I don’t have any rules about dating except one. I just…don’t.
    “Not a good idea,” I say.
    As I walk toward the counter, he calls out behind me, “You know I’m persistent, right?”
    With a laugh, I ignore him as best I can and help the gentleman at the counter. Dressed in a business suit with perfectly coiffed hair, I’m guessing executive. A far cry from the man still staring at me surreptitiously over his book. And yet, the suit doesn’t do anything for me. If anything, it reminds me of Craig and his MBA friends. Perfectly polished and needing to
    impress everyone. Paxton’s hazel eyes don’t seem like such an issue now. It
    was stupid to begin with, considering he’s the exact opposite of Craig.
    “What? I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that,” I say, trying to focus on what I’m supposed to be doing. Mr. Suit gives a cocky grin, as if I was already a sure
    thing.
    “Well, I was hoping to get a caramel macchiato, but I guess I could get your number instead.”
    Ugh. Creep. “Unfortunately, my number isn’t on the menu, but I can grab the macchiato for you. Small, medium, or large?”
    He straightens his tie and runs a hand down it, drawing attention to his well-cut torso. “Are you sure it’s not on the menu?”
    “Yep,” I say, letting the irritation come through my voice.
    “Positive.”
    I turn and make his drink without another word. He needs to go. I’m so caught into my head that I don’t notice the turned-up corner of the mat. Time slows almost to a stop as I have an out-of-body experience. The cup tumbles through the air. The light brown liquid streams out as the black lid flies off. Then, in either a case of irony or karma, Mr. Suit gets covered in the sticky sweet liquid.
    “Goddamn it!” he yells, frantically swiping his hands against his now soaked jacket. “I have a business meeting in a half hour.”
    “I’m so sorry,” I say, desperate to hold back my laugh. I’m not trying to be glib, but I have a horrible habit of laughing in uncomfortable situations. Funerals, when people fall or injure themselves…all of it sends me into a fit of giggles. And I really do feel horrible about ruining this poor man’s suit, but after his actions, I can’t say I’m too sorry about it.
    “Just forget it.” He storms toward the door, whipping it open and practically slamming it behind him. One look from Paxton is all it takes to break the dam to release the giggles.
    “Served him right,” he says with a nod.
    “Yeah, but I do feel bad about it.”
    He shuts his book again. “Don’t. He was a douche canoe and didn’t know how to take no for an answer.”
    I quirk a brow. “Like you?”
    “I’m different.” Without warning, he stands and closes the distance, leaving only the counter separating us. “You’ll see.”
    Paxton gives me a wink and leaves me in a stupor as he heads out the door.
    Somehow I get the feeling this won’t be the last time I see him. The thought thrills me more than it should.
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    Author Bio
    Jodie Larson is a wife and mother to four beautiful girls, making their home in northern Minnesota along the shore of Lake Superior. When she isn’t running around to various activities or working her regular job, you can find her sitting in her favorite spot reading her new favorite book or camped out somewhere quiet trying to write her next manuscript. She’s addicted to reading (just ask her kids or husband) and loves talking books even more so with her friends. She’s also a lover of all things romance and happily ever after’s, whether in movies or in books, as shown in her extensive collection of both.
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