Excerpt Reveal – The Rivalry

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She won’t be able to resist this TIGHT END. The Rivalry by Nikki Sloane releases on NOVEMBER 21st! KEEP READING for an Excerpt!

 

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This tight end is at the top of his game. He’s good with his hands, even better with his sexy mouth, and the best at making me forget my own name. His—ahem—stats are perfect. But I can’t fall for him. He might be everything I want, all rolled into a glorious package of gridiron god, but there’s one teeny-tiny problem. The vile, loathsome team I’ve spent my entire life hating—my beloved school’s arch-rival? This guy is their star player.

 

 

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Holy mother of God, this guy knew how to kiss. Jay’s lips pressed to mine. Gentle, and slow, but it ignited a fire that burned all through my body, sizzling out to the ends of my fingertips and toes.

 

The way he moved his tongue in my mouth was something else. It was sexy. Maybe even a little dirty, and a whole lot of awesome. Beneath his kiss, I was going to melt. If he wasn’t careful, I’d turn molten and pour down the side of the stone wall he’d set me on.

 

The added height of the wall was great. All he had to do was tilt down to meet me. His face was in my hands, and I brushed my thumbs over his cheekbones, enjoying the sensation of the rough ends of the whiskers on his jaw.

 

He smelled freaking amazing. I didn’t just want to make out with this guy, I wanted to inhale him. It’d been some kind of torture slow dancing with him earlier. My body had been tight with anticipation, hoping he’d make a move later. Only, here we were, lips locked—and the anticipation didn’t go away. It graduated into need.

 

How long could we be out here before anyone noticed we were gone? I couldn’t think like that. We were secluded in the shadows, and as the sunlight continued to fade, it’d only feel more intimate here in the woods with him.

 

Jay left a trail of damp kisses across my jaw as he made his way to my ear. His hot breath rasped the moment before his lips landed on the sensitive skin on my neck, just below my earlobe. I was burning alive, yet I shivered. Goosebumps broke out on my legs. Oh my God, that felt good. Something as simple as his warm mouth against my skin made every inch of me weak with desire. I ached.

 

“I’m kind of pissed at Dave,” Jay mumbled into my skin, right at the spot where my neck met my body.

 

“Yeah?”

 

“Why the hell didn’t he introduce us?”

 

I wanted to laugh. Or tell him I’d had the same thought. But Jay’s lips had rendered me unable to do anything. I couldn’t even breathe. Every inch of me was sensitized and hyperaware of him. I was turning to liquid in his hands, and he was barely touching me.

 

My eyes fluttered closed as his mouth crept along the length of my collarbone to the base of my throat and continued to the other side. His hands settled at my waist, but the longer we kept kissing, the bolder he seemed to grow. His palms inched upward.

 

It was like I’d drawn up a playbook and every route was executed flawlessly by Jay. Breath caught in my lungs as his hands slid to a stop on my ribcage, pausing just below my breasts. The heat of his palms was a hot iron, seeping through my chiffon dress. I wanted him to keep going, but I also grew nervous. I wanted him too badly. Too much. I wasn’t the type to be reckless or have a random hookup.

 

Was I?

 

His mouth found mine, and his kiss was urgent. Needy. It was loaded with lust, and I was desperate to give in to it.

 

“You were right,” I said, trying not to pant it out. “Your kiss needs to come with a warning.”

 

A noise escaped the back of his throat. A deep, wicked chuckle.

 

It was too hot for Ohio in August. Even in the shade, it was a million degrees Fahrenheit. Sweat blossomed on my skin, beading into tiny drops as Jay shifted his stance between my parted legs and urged me closer. I dry swallowed when there was no space left between us, and his hips pressed against the insides of my thighs. My skirt rode up, and I could feel the firm bulge in his pants nudging me.

 

It was powerful knowing I’d turned him on, and it was just my kiss that seemed to be doing it. My blood had burst into steam in my veins the moment his lips locked onto mine. I’d never had a kiss like his. Didn’t even know I was capable of this kind of feeling.

 

I hadn’t intended to do more than kiss him, but now I craved more. “Oh, God, do it,” I whispered, arching my back and making it as clear as possible what I wanted. I stared into his intense blue eyes, watching his lust-filled expression as he followed my plea. I sighed in relief as he moved his hands one inch up, followed by another.

 

Until his hands covered my breasts, gripping me through my dress. I moaned, but it was swallowed up under his dominating kiss. Jay drew my bottom lip into his mouth and bit down. Just a hint of teeth. I inhaled sharply, but not in pain. His action had sent pleasure zinging between my legs.

 

“Kayla.” He broke the kiss only for a moment. “You are so fucking hot.”

 

The earth was spinning like I was drunk, only I wasn’t even buzzing from alcohol. This was entirely him.

 

 

 

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Nikki Sloane landed in graphic design after her careers as a waitress, a screenwriter, and a ballroom dance instructor fell through. For eight years she worked for a design firm in that extremely tall, black, and tiered building in Chicago that went through an unfortunate name change during her time there. Now she lives in Kentucky and manages a team of graphic artists. She is a member of the Romance Writers of America, is married with two sons, writes dirty books, and couldn’t be any happier.

 

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In MOST VALUABLE PLAYBOY, the NFL starting quarterback Cooper Armstrong needs his best friend’s sister to pretend to be his girlfriend. Violet is willing, but neither one expects their boyfriend-girlfriend scrimmage to turn into a full-contact sport so quickly. Find out if their fake play will become the real deal or if they can turn back the clock to when they were just friends in this sexy new standalone sports romance!

   

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Hands down, my favorite thing in the world is to score. Touchdowns.

Don’t let the fact that I’m the leading pick in the Most Valuable Playboy charity auction fool you. These days, I’m only a player on the field. I’ve kept my pants zipped all season long — and it has been long — because nothing’s more important than leading my team to victory every week. Except maybe escaping from the team owner’s recently-widowed and handsy-as-hell sister who’s dead set on winning more than a date with me.

 

Enter Violet and a well-placed Hail Mary.

 

She’s my best friend’s sister with a smile as sweet as cherry pie and a mind that runs quicker than the 40-yard-dash. After Violet saves the day with the highest bid, I don’t even give her a two-minute warning before I kiss her in front of the whole crowd and then announce that she’s my girlfriend. Which would be fine except my agent tells me we have to keep up the act while he’s negotiating my contract. Violet takes one for the team and pretends to be mine, but our boyfriend-girlfriend scrimmage quickly turns into a full contact sport, and I want it to go into overtime. The problem is — I’ve been riding the bench for years.

 

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The business suit woman raises a hand, offering forty-one hundred.

 

Maxine’s eyes laser in on me, and she slashes an arm through the air. “Five thousand dollars,” she says, jacking the price up by nine hundred and staking her claim. I shudder inside.

 

The guy’s eyes widen, and he holds up his hands. “I’m out.”

 

My stomach plummets when the business woman shakes her head.

 

“Going once?” Sierra asks, scanning the tables, looking for perhaps one last big spender. My eyes scan the crowd, too. Hell, maybe I’ll find an escape hatch. A trapdoor to drop into and disappear like in a magic act. Maybe Trent will learn to read my mind. Trent, I’ll cover you for anything you bid. Just raise that hand, name a price, and save me.

My best friend’s expression is merely curious now as he watches Maxine and Sierra, waiting for the verdict. My opportunity to play yard boy slips through my fingers.

The look in Maxine’s eyes is pure satisfaction as she waits for the final word. She winks at me, as if we have a secret. Holy shit. She thinks I want this. She thinks I want her to win me. 

 

A flash of chestnut brown hair in the back catches my attention. A flurry of silver. It’s Violet, hands in the air, wildly flapping over her head in the middle of the ballroom. She brings her finger to her nose. And she’s tapping it, like fucking Santa Claus coming down the chimney, and Harlan tapping his nose to signal his agent, and all the greatest solutions in the universe at once.

 

My heart goes crazy.

 

It hammers in my chest. This is like finding an open receiver a second before you’re sacked.

 

“Going twice,” Sierra says, trailing off as she waits.

 

I raise my arm and tap my nose, too. Violet is the only one who knows I need to get out of this jam. She’s the only one I mentioned it to. And she’s the only one now who can save me.

 

“Ten thousand dollars.”

 

Holy shit. Violet does not mess around with my money. Her eyes widen, as if she’s surprised she bid that high.

 

My gaze finds Trent. He’s staring at his sister, slack-jawed.

 

Sierra’s smile is bright and wide. “Ten thousand dollars. Do we have ten thousand, one hundred?”

 

The room is hushed. Maxine’s expression is blank. She must be shocked. She probably didn’t expect anyone to vie with her to this extent.

 

I tap my foot, willing Sierra to close this quickly. Just slam the door shut, please, fucking please.

 

“Going one. Going twice.”

 

I say a silent prayer. I cross my fingers. I hope.

 

Maxine blinks, opens her mouth, and I steel myself for a disgustingly high counter bid.

But there’s only silence. No words come. Violet has shocked her speechless. This type of bid wasn’t in Maxine’s playbook.

 

Sierra raises her arm. “And a night with the quarterback is sold for ten thousand dollars.”

 

Talk about a Hail Mary.

 

 

 

       

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“Kiss me.”

I cleared my throat softly even though a doctor had come in and so everyone had turned to him. “Your family is here.”

“Don’t care, can’t feel anything unless you’re touching me.”

That comment again, from before. “When you’re better, you’ll tell me what that means.”

“Tell you now.” He took a breath. “Other people touch me, it’s like nothing. When you do it, it’s like electric current on my skin, and it goes right to my heart and other places.”

“Nice.”

“You asked.” He smiled wickedly; the sarcasm had not been lost on him.”

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Book Blitz – Shape Of My Heart

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Title: Shape of My Heart

Series: Standalone

Author: Khardine Gray

Publisher: Khardine Gray

Cover Artist: Erin Dameron-Hill

Release Date: August 6, 2017

Romance Genre(s): Contemporary, Sports

Words: 75,000

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Like a Phoenix from the Ashes, True Love Can Arise from Illness and Death.

An aspiring fashion designer, Amy’s life changes when her mother suddenly falls ill. Her mother needs lifesaving surgery, and it’s up to Amy to acquire the funds.

A famous and highly valued football player, Josh has an incredible lifetime of excellence in his sport. His life crumbles when his mother and sister are killed in a car crash while on their way to see his last game of the season. Distraught with self-loathing and self-blame, Josh descends into a life of alcoholism and loose women that threatens to ruin his football career and possibly his life.

Mission Impossible?

A friend sets Amy up with a job as a PA at the LA PR Agency which represents Josh’s football team, the Gladiators. Her task is to whip Josh into shape mentally and physically for the next football season.

From Worst Person in the World to Love of a Lifetime?

 

Shocked to her core, Amy discovers that Josh is the worst person in the world. His daily protests, unsavory habits and loose women are unbelievable. Josh is equally annoyed with Amy. As Amy gets Josh to see some hope, a spark is kindled…

 

Will that spark grow into a flaming romance? Or will they return to their regular lives?

 

 

 

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A series of female giggles pierced the silence. She looked upstairs to where the sound resonated and saw two women in barely there bikini’s running down the steps. Behind them was Joshua Mancini himself wearing a pair of shorts and a black t-shirt. He was chasing the women.

 

Amy geared herself up to meet her new employer. Even if she was appalled at the state of the house she had to make that first impression a good one.

 

As he got closer she saw that he was truly handsome indeed with his sleek muscle and untamed pride. What she saw online was totally drool-worthy, but those images had nothing on the real-life Joshua Mancini who was six feet six, extremely well built with a ridged wall of a chest that bulged against the soft fabric of his t- shirt. He was breathtaking to look at with his black shiny, spiky hair, tanned skin and piercing eyes with an unusual mix of blue and green. Turquoise. That was the color. It was turquoise like the sea in somewhere like the Caribbean. Not that she’d ever been, but she’d seen enough pictures.

 

He was the kind of man that made you want to stare, even against your will. She quickly adjusted herself and her focus. It would do her no good to go all girlie weak-kneed and turn into some babbling buffoon in front of him. She had to look professional.

 

He looked her over with appreciation as he made his descent down the stairs and stopped a few paces away from her, making her feel like a dwarf even in her heels that added an extra two inches to her mere five feet and four inches. The women joined him and giggled as they tried to fix each other’s hair.

 

Good, the stripper’s here,” he said with a wide smile that revealed super gorgeous dimples in his exotic high cheek bones. It took her a second or two to realize that he was referring to her.

 

No, no I’m from the agency,” she replied quickly.

I’m Amy, your new PA.” That was when he looked up at her and narrowed his eyes. “If you could just point me in the direction of the office I’ll get started.”

 

There, that was professional.

 

To her surprise, however, he started to laugh. It was the usual sort of off balanced laughter you’d expect from someone who was truly wasted and didn’t know what they were even laughing at. “Those people are jokers.”

 

This is no joke. I’ll take care of all your paperwork and everything.” She offered a smile.

 

Ha, ha. Everything? Well you can start in there.” He set his square jaw in a firm line and pointed to the mess in the living room. “Clean that up will you.”

 

Her mouth dropped. She attempted to protest but he just walked away, leaving her there to gawk at the crazy mess.

 

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 Khardine Gray is a contemporary romance author who lives in England with her husband and two kids. She is well travelled, cultured, and a woman with a passion for dancing and ice skating. When not writing you can catch her shopping, indulging on pizza and hot chocolate, or hanging out with her family and friends. No need to spend money on an airline ticket. Simply pick up one of Khardine’s books to become immersed in the fascinating stories and characters she creates.

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Excerpt Blitz – The Hot Shot

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First we were friends. Then we were roommates. Now I want more…

 

What can I say about Chess Copper? The woman is capable of bringing me to my knees. I know this about five minutes after getting naked for her.

 

No one is more surprised than me. The prickly photographer my team hired to shoot our annual charity calendar isn’t my usual type. She’s defense to my offense, a challenge at every turn. But when I’m with her, all the regrets and darkness goes away. She makes life fun.

 

I want to know Chess, be close to her. Which is a bad idea.

 

Chess is looking for a relationship. I’ve never given a woman more than one night. But when fate leaves Chess without a home, I step up and offer her mine. We’re roommates now. Friends without benefits. But it’s getting harder to keep our hands off each other. And the longer we live together the more I realize she’s becoming my everything.

 

Trick is… Now that I’ve made her believe I’m a bad bet, how do I convince her to give this player a true shot at forever?

   

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Grumbling, I toss on some black lounge pants and my oversized Tulane t-shirt and head to the drugstore.

 

 

My head throbs by the time I get there, and my insides are writhing. I rest my hand against my lower stomach and grab a basket before calling James to complain.

 

I swear,” I tell him as I grab a bottle of painkillers. “It’s like this entire day has been cursed.”

 

He snickers. “Curse. Get it? Curse?”

 

I roll my eyes, even though he can’t see me. “Laugh it up. Meanwhile, it feels as if someone is playing Battleship in my uterus.”

 

Poor Chessie bear. At least we know why you were in such a foul mood.”

 

A flush washes over my cheeks. “Yeah.” Lie. Lie. Lie. A tub of salted caramel gelato makes its way into the basket.

 

Tell me you’re getting some gelato,” James says.

 

I smile. “Just grabbed it.”

 

Salted caramel?”

 

You know it.”

 

I find the feminine products aisle and search for my brand. “I’m going to go home, take a long bath with my gelato, and forget this fucking day.” Forget Finn. “And then I’m going to go on Amazon and buying a freaking year’s supply of tampons so I don’t have to make these kinds of emergency runs anymore.”

 

A low, deep chuckle rumbles from behind me, and all the tiny hairs lift on my arms.

 

But you’ll still need your gelato,” a familiar—fuck me, seriously?—voice points out.

 

My insides swoop even as my cheeks burn.

 

Who is that?” James asks in my ear.

 

I slowly turn on one heel. “The plague,” I say, glaring up at Finn Mannus’s smiling face.

 

From asshat to plague.” Finn scrunches up his brow. “I’m not sure if that’s a step down or a tie.”

 

Who is that?” James nearly yells now.

 

I don’t take my eyes off Finn. “I’ll call you back.”

 

James’s squawks of protest cut off as I hit the end button.

 

 

Are you stalking me, Mannus?”

 

Finn a rests his hands low on his lean hips. “Having a healthy amount of conceit myself, I have to admire yours, but no, buttercup. My buddy Woodson lives a few blocks away. It’s poker night. I’m stocking up on beer.”

 

It’s only then I notice a twelve pack tucked under his other arm.

 

And tampons?” I ask, with a pointed look around the aisle we’re standing in.

 

Not tonight,” he says easily. “Though we used to keep a pack of them back in college. Light flows were perfect for stopping up bloody noses.”

 

A snort escapes me. “Now there’s a visual.” Somehow, I’ve taken a step closer to him. He’s freshly showered, the golden brown strands of his hair still damp at his temples. And I wonder if he’s just come from the gym or practice. “So back in college you went and bought these tampons?”

 

Nah,” he says with a cheeky smile. “I’d ask one of the girls hanging around to get me some.”

 

Of course you did.” My nose wrinkles with annoyance.

 

Give me a little credit, Chess. I’d buy them now if I had to.”

 

Hmm…” I eye him, trying not to return his smile. If only because it’s more fun when he teases. “So why are you in this aisle now, if not for potential nosebleed needs?”

 

That’s easy.” He steps closer, a warm wall of muscle and clean scent. “I heard your voice.”

 

For a second I just blink. “You recognized my voice?”

 

His gaze darts over my face as if he’s trying to get a read on why I’m gaping at him. “Not to be…ah…rude, but you’re loud when you talk on the phone.”

 

Yeah, but… You recognized it.” We’d only just met. It occurs to me that I’d recognized his both times he’d snuck up on me. Then again, his voice is distinctive, flowing like hot honey when he’s relaxed or hammering down like iron to rock when he’s taking command of a situation.

 

A soft flush of pink tints the tips of his ears. If I wasn’t staring at him, I might have missed it. He shifts his weight. “Was I not supposed to?”

 

No. Yes.” I shake my head and laugh. “I don’t know.”

 

He grins then. “You’re cute when you’re flustered.”

 

I’m not flustered.” I am.

 

 

 

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What can I say about Chess Copper? The woman is capable of bringing me to my knees. I know this about five minutes after getting naked for her.

No one is more surprised than me. The prickly photographer my team hired to shoot our annual charity calendar isn’t my usual type. She’s defense to my offense, a challenge at every turn. But when I’m with her, all the regrets and darkness goes away. She makes life fun.

 

I want to know Chess, be close to her. Which is a bad idea.

Chess is looking for a relationship. I’ve never given a woman more than one night. But when fate leaves Chess without a home, I step up and offer her mine. We’re roommates now. Friends without benefits. But it’s getting harder to keep our hands off each other. And the longer we live together the more I realize she’s becoming my everything.

 

Trick is… Now that I’ve made her believe I’m a bad bet, how do I convince her to give this player a true shot at forever?

 

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Teaser Blast – Game Changer

 

Game Changer by Jami Davenport is coming on FEBRUARY 28th!

When horse racing and football collide, Hunter McCoy, star tight end of the Seattle Steelheads and neophyte horse owner, finds himself in a battle of wills with a sexy horsewoman and a stubborn, opinionated race horse.

Kate Vanderhof-Carrigan’s family has raised champion Thoroughbreds on their Kentucky bluegrass farm for over a century.Lately the farm has fallen on hard times, but Kate is determined to return OakBrook to its former glory. First, she must satisfy an odd clause in her grandfather’s will. She’s been given five years to produce a winner of horseracing’s biggest prize of all, the Derby, or lose the farm to her siblings and their development plans. Time has run out, and Hunter’s talented horse stands between Kate and her last shot at the Derby. Only Kate never counted on her heart entering the race.

Hunter is juggling his responsibilities to his two-dozen investors, his blind sister, his football career, and his commitment to his tribe. The last thing he needs is an unwanted attraction to a spoiled rich girl who doesn’t fit into his carefully crafted plans. Not only are they rivals on the race track, but she doesn’t understand or appreciate his dedication to his Native American heritage. Yet despite the odds, all bets are off when Hunter and Kate find themselves in a relationship they can’t resist.

With the stakes much higher than the Derby purse, can these two long shots win the biggest race of their lifetime or will their hearts finish out of the money?

Book Tour w/Review – Fake Fiancee

Pretending never felt so good….

 

Fake Fiancée by Ilsa Madden-Mills is NOW LIVE!

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Blurb:

 

A new standalone romance from Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author Ilsa Madden-Mills…

 

They say nothing compares to your first kiss,

But our first kiss was orchestrated for an audience.

Our second kiss…that one was REAL.

He cradled my face like he was terrified he’d f*ck it up.

He stared into my eyes until the air buzzed.

Soft and slow, full of sighs and little laughs,

He inhaled me like I was the finest Belgian chocolate,

And he’d never get another piece.

A nip of his teeth, his hand at my waist…

And I was lost.

I forgot he was paying me to be his fake fiancée.

I forgot we weren’t REAL.

Our kiss was pure magic, and before you laugh and say those kinds of kisses don’t exist…

Then you’ve never touched lips with Max Kent, the hottest quarterback in college history.

 

Get ready for breathtaking kisses and dreamy football players…

 

EXCERPT:

 

Max stalked over to the barrier that divided the stands from the football field and jumped it. The fans went nuts as he brushed past them, some not even realizing it until he was down the aisle. The Jumbotron followed him.

 

“Good Lordy, what’s he doing?” Mimi asked, clutching at her chest.

 

“I don’t know,” I said rather weakly, taking the chance to study him the closer he came. He was beautiful, his shoulders impossibly broad. To add to the distraction, his helmet was in his hand and all that dark brown hair was flowing around his chiseled features as if he had a fan in his face. My Viking.

 

“He’s coming over here,” Mimi commented.

 

He was. But why?

 

I stopped breathing . . .right when he came to a halt in front of me and knelt down on one knee.

 

Eyes the color of a wild ocean gazed at me.

 

He took my left hand in his right one.

 

“Max,” I breathed, my heart fluttering.

 

He gazed up at me. “Sunny Blaine, will you marry me?”

 

The stadium went wild. In a daze, I looked up at the Jumbotron and felt like I was watching this happen to someone else. Camera phones flashed all around us.

 

My first clear thought was I’ll kill him.

 

Aloud, nothing came out but a faint wheeze. Clearly someone had stuffed a giant wad of cotton in my mouth. Clearly I needed something a lot stiffer to drink than this Diet Coke. Clearly my fake boyfriend was a freaking raving lunatic.

 

He sat his helmet on the ground next to my feet, reached inside it and pulled out a small black box.

 

No, no, no!

 

The box opened, and my stomach churned at the sight of the large round solitaire diamond ring that was nestled on the black silk. I blinked repeatedly to clear my vision.

 

With deft fingers, Max eased it out of the lining and slipped it on my left hand.

 

I stared down at it. Then back at him.

 

I was going to murder the hottest quarterback in the country.

 

Kiss her, Kiss her, the crowd chanted.

 

We were the focal point of the entire world.

 

Max stood and tugged me up with him until we were standing. He slid his hand around my neck and pulled his face to mine. The sky was blotted out as he kissed me.

 

But I hadn’t said yes!

 

I wouldn’t say yes.

 

Not to a fake engagement.

 

The applause of the stadium was deafening. And his kiss—it was deadly. Despite my rage, my body craved him. His lips were hot, so hot, and my tongue met his with a vengeance. We kissed hard, and I nipped at him, my teeth scraping across his lips. But the only one who’d end up bleeding in this scenario was me.

 

He eased back to take me in, and with a final look at my face he gave a thumbs-up sign to the entire stadium. They went nuts, chanting his name.

 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered in my ear, letting his hand trail down my arm as he stepped back from me. He walked away backward, eyes on me the entire time. The announcers for the game told everyone who might have missed it that Max Kent had just asked his girlfriend to marry him, and she’d said yes. More cheers came as they replayed him on his knee in front of me with a giant YES written across the top.

 

I plopped back down in my seat. Frozen.

 

“. . . did you see her face? Shocked . . .”

 

“. . . most romantic thing in football . . .”

 

“. . . luckiest girl in the world . . .”

 

My face went hot. Even my ears burned. I wanted to crawl under a seat.

 

God.

 

What a lie.

 

The half ended and our offense came out to the field, snapped the ball, and Max threw it straight to Tate who ran it in for another touchdown. My chest constricted and anger churned in my gut.

 

I didn’t care who won.

 

I hated football right now.

 

Most of all, I hated Max Kent, and I was going to make him pay.

About the Author:

 

Wall Street Journal best selling author Ilsa Madden-Mills writes about strong heroines and sexy alpha males that sometimes you just want to slap.

 

She’s addicted to all things fantasy, including unicorns and sword-wielding females. Other fascinations include frothy coffee beverages, dark chocolate, Ian Somerhalder, astronomy (she’s a Gemini), and tattoos. She has a degree in English and a Master’s in Education. When she’s not pecking away on her computer, she shops for cool magnets and fuzzy pajamas.

 

She loves to hear from readers and fellow authors. Email her at: ilsamaddenmills@gmail.com.

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Release Day – Seven SUPER Football Romances Box Set

 

It’s almost time for the big game.

 

Whether or not your team is playing this Sunday, you need some romance to go with those hot wings. We’ve got it right here: seven SUPER football romances, love stories that go the distance and score that extra point every time.

 

 

The box set includes:

 

Patricia Burroughs: Some Enchanted Season In this doomed, yet enchanted, football season, dare they hope something magical can happen that will last forever?

 

Jami Davenport: Blindsided A temporary marriage knocked him off his game, but love blindsided him.

 

Ann Jacobs: The Rookie Rookie quarterback sets his sights on Marauders cheerleader.

 

Tawdra Kandle: When We Were Us All’s fair in love and football.

 

Nicola Marsh: Bold Aussie Rules? There are no rules in the game of love.

 

Liz Matis: Guarding the Quarterback Miss Congeniality meets the The Bodyguard.

 

Holly Roberts: Play Love scores when you least expect it and winning is everything.

 

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Release Day Blast – Not A Hero

‘NOT A HERO’ IS NOW LIVE (Oct 4, 2016)!

 

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From the bestselling author of the Kavanagh Legends MMA series, Sarah Robinson’s Not A Hero is an emotional standalone military romance where love battles trauma, and there can only be one victor. 

 

Former Marine, Miles Kydd, is trying to readjust to civilian life after ending his career and returning to his small home town when he learned his father was diagnosed with a terminal illness. Once the town hero and star quarterback, Miles no longer feels like the man he was, or who he’s expected to be–possibly because his demons have followed him home from Afghanistan.

 

Meeting Zoe Brooke, his father’s live-in nurse, gives Miles the slightest glimmer of hope that he can still find happiness despite the dark secrets he holds inside. The chemistry between them is undeniable, and together they are explosive–in more ways than one. A helper at her core, Zoe is more than willing to care for Miles’s heart, but not at the expense of her own, and she’s not afraid to tell him that. She knows what having a painful past is like, and she wants to help him with his, if he’ll let her. Things get complicated fast when Miles realizes burying his secrets isn’t actually the same as healing from them and if he wants the girl, he’s going to have to tell her the truth–the one thing he can’t do.

 

NOTE: This novel contains graphic content, violence, and sexual scenes. Meant for 18+ years of age. Available for FREE on Kindle Unlimited, or for $2.99 on Amazon.

 

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REVIEWS OF ‘NOT A HERO’

 

“Miles Kydd doesn’t think he’s a hero, but he is. A tall, sexy, damaged hero. My favorite kind!” – Award-winning Author Wendy S. Marcus 

 

“This is my first book by Sarah Robinson, and it was wonderfully written, with a heart-wrenching, engaging plot and endearing characters. I finished it in one day, which shows how much I enjoyed it.” – Lady with a Quill Reviews
   
“Sarah Robinson’s Not A Hero is a perfectly crafted military romance. Miles and Zoe’s love story has strength, tenderness, heartbreak, and passion. A must read!” – Alana Albertson, Bestselling Author of Beast
 
“Emotional, sexy, raw, and compelling…Miles Kydd will be your next hero! – Katie Rose, bestselling author of Hard to Hold
   
“I loved the emotional depth of the characters and their chemistry was breathtaking.” – Goodreads Review 
   
“Not a Hero made me feel so many emotions–shock, happiness, sadness, anger, jealousy, and a few others I’ll come up with as I think about this book over the next couple of days. It’s that good.– Goodreads Review
 
“I highly recommend this book to anyone who’s looking to honor our military families and loves a true happily ever after.– Goodreads Review  
“OH MY GOSH, THAT FERRIS WHEEL RIDE!! *fans self* Wow.-Goodreads Review
 

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

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Aside from being a Top 10 Barnes & Noble and Amazon Bestseller, Sarah Robinson is a native of the Washington, DC area and has both her Bachelors and Masters Degrees in criminal psychology. She is newly married to a wonderful man who is just as much of an animal rescue enthusiasts as she is. Together, they own a zoo of rescues including everything from mammals to reptiles to marsupials, as well as volunteering and fostering for multiple animal shelters.

 

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