Now Booking: Outside the Lines by Bella Love – Book Blitz

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We are now booking a Book Blitz for OUTSIDE THE LINES by Bella Love. This blitz will be held on June 23rd – 27th, 2014 and will consist of information on the book, an excerpt, and optional review. More information on the book can be found below. The sign-up link is located at the bottom of this post.



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OTLCoverTitle: Outside The Lines

Author:  Bella Love

Published By:  Bella Love

ISBN: 139780989549813

Genre: Romantic Mystery/Erotic Romance

Written In:  1st person point-of-view (I/me/we), showing both POVs

Note: Author will be releasing a second edition of the book that is in 3rd person POV (he/she/they) by the end of May if you would prefer to read/review that version instead.

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Synopsis:

Working Hard…

 Juliette Jauntie is only scared of one thing—living.  She’s made some mistakes in her past–reckless, impulsive mistakes–but she fought back and now she’s a caffeine-fuelled workaholic who’ll…

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Now Booking: Outside the Lines by Bella Love – Book Blitz

 

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We are now booking a Book Blitz for OUTSIDE THE LINES by Bella Love. This blitz will be held on June 23rd – 27th, 2014 and will consist of information on the book, an excerpt, and optional review. More information on the book can be found below. The sign-up link is located at the bottom of this post.



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OTLCoverTitle: Outside The Lines

Author:  Bella Love

Published By:  Bella Love

ISBN: 139780989549813

Genre: Romantic Mystery/Erotic Romance

Written In:  1st person point-of-view (I/me/we), showing both POVs

Note:  Author will be releasing a second edition of the book that is in 3rd person POV (he/she/they) by the end of May if you would prefer to read/review that version instead.

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Synopsis:

Working hard…and working late…has never been so sexy.

 Working Hard…

Juliette Jauntie knows how to keep things under control: crushing deadlines, insane workload, a secret reckless side.  Nothing gets her riled up anymore. Nothing but her biggest competition, the high-powered, predatory and oh-so-handsome Johnny Danger.

 And Working Late…

Former Ranger, Johnny is ruthlessly devoted to Danger Enterprises, the company he built from the ground up.  So when Juliette blows into his world, with her amped-up energy and furrowed brow and her red-painted toenails, asking questions that piss off a lot of wealthy people, Johnny knows he needs to stay focused.

 Pin her down, get some answers, and walk away.  Ignore how his body hums every time she’s near.

  …Has Never Been So Sexy

When Juliette’s small time report causes big time problems for one of Johnny’s clients, he hunts her down at a remote ski resort to demand answers.  But Juliette has no intention of being intimidated, nor of backing down.   And she has absolutely no intention of falling victim to Johnny’s seductive charms.

 Two out of three’s not bad.

 When their sexy showdown blows the lid off a scorching passing and uncovers a shocking crime hidden in plain sight, the stakes mount and trouble skyrockets, and Johnny knows he’s in real trouble.  Because with Juliette in the mix, more than his business is at stake: he  might just lose his heart.

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…..“I don’t like sharks,” Johnny said, his voice pitched low.

 

Well, he was a bag full of surprises tonight.

 

I turned but let my gaze glance off him this time, like I’d read you were supposed to do with wizards, if Harry Dresden had any wisdom at all to dispense, and I was pretty sure he did.

 

“You what?”

 

“Sharks.  I don’t like sharks.”

 

I sat back, drink in hand, considering him and the implications of this. They were myriad.  Amusing. Confusing.

 

“Okay,” I said thoughtfully.  “So, does that mean you don’t go—”

 

“Swimming?  No.  I avoid open waters,” he said, and lifted an eyebrow.  Either daring me to laugh or inquiring if I, too, avoided open waters.  His fingers slid around the rim of his glittering glass, turning it slowly, so secret little rainbows darted through the dark hair on his wrist.

 

“So, you’re scared of shar—”

 

“Don’t.  Like.  Don’t like sharks,” he clarified.

 

I smiled.  He smiled back.  It made me realize how strong the drink was; I could feel its effects sliding through my body in slow, bubbly waves of heat.

 

“Wow,” I said, holding the confidence gingerly.  “I didn’t know.”

 

His shoulders lifted in a shrug. “Now you do.”

 

I squinted slightly into the near-distance.  “I never considered sharks.  I will now.”

 

“Don’t.  It’s stupid.”

 

“Well, they’re big,” I allowed.

 

“Sharp teeth.”

 

“Eating machines.”

 

“I’m taking a SCUBA course,” he said.

 

“I heard they can swim for—  You’re what?”

 

“Taking a SCUBA class.  Doing a dive in Australia next year.”

 

I blinked at him.  “Don’t you think you might run into some sharks out there?”

 

“That’s the point.”

 

I laughed and felt oddly lighter. “Right.  Me too.” I tapped the table. “I’m doing ski SCUBA.”

 

He laughed too, warm and rich and deep, and leaned forward to splash more whisky in his glass. And more vodka into mine.

 

Did I stop him?  No.

 

“Here’s to scaring yourself shitless,” he said, lifting his glass.  We toasted again. Grinned at each other.  We were becoming positively chummy.  I was getting a little tipsy.  A little stupid.  If I wasn’t careful, I was going to start coloring outside the lines.

 

We settled back in our seats.  “So, what else is on your shitless list, Jauntie? What else you scared of?” he asked, and although he sounded truly curious, I knew better: he was testing.

 

The stack of files Johnny had brought up was at the corner of my vision and, seeing how the list of my fears was a long one, I went with the most obvious. “IRS investigations.”

 

He grinned.

 

“Drinking in empty bars.”

 

He nudged the bottle of vodka my way.

 

I peered at it, then slid my gaze up. “Expensive jewelry.”

 

He laughed.

 

“You.” Stupid confessions. “I didn’t mean that.”

 

His silence was unnerving.  The way his eyes almost gleamed in reflected light was even more so.

 

“I just…you can be so…you loom,” I explained lamely.

 

He looked surprised.  “I loom?”

 

“You loom.”

 

“I didn’t know.”

 

“Now you do.” I downed the rest of my drink in a single swallow. “Are you going to stop?”

 

He reflected a moment. “Probably not.”

 

“You shouldn’t,” I agreed glumly.  “It makes people do what you want.”

 

“Yeah?  Is it going to start working on you anytime soon?”

 

I gave a half-hearted shrug. “I’m oppositional.”

 

He snorted.

 

I swiveled around and looked at him directly.  “What about you?” I demanded, since we were clearly acting like drunks and sharing secrets and saying things that shouldn’t be said. “You and your hot prospects and your movie star girlfriends and your perfect teeth, what else are you scared of?”

 

He looked taken aback. “I have perfect teeth?”

 

“Yes, dammit, you do.”  The words were tumbling out.  “And perfect hair and perfect….”  I made a swiping motion at his whole body.  “It’s very annoying.  You know some people work extremely hard and never have teeth like that?”

 

He gave this the thoughtful consideration it deserved.  “People work hard at having perfect teeth?”

 

“People work hard, period.”  I tapped the tabletop in an illustrative, menacing way.  “And they don’t have perfect anything.  Period. You, you have it all.”

 

He shrugged.  “I work hard for it all.”

 

I shrugged back.  “So what?  Lots of people work hard.”

 

“You mean you work hard.”

 

“I mean me.  No, wait, I mean—” I stopped short.  I needed to remember he was a lawyer as well as an accountant; best not to talk too much.  I made an immediate vow to that effect.

 

“You’re jealous,” he surmised.

 

“You bet, I am,” I retorted sharply.  So much for vows.  “I have the same degrees as you.  I work just as hard as you.  I work just as late as you.”

 

“You don’t work as smart as me.”

 

I narrowed my eyes at him.  “That’s helpful.  Thanks.”

 

He took another sip of whisky.  He looked perfectly relaxed, like he was enjoying himself.  I felt like a tiger about to pounce.  “You’re too tense,” he said helpfully.  “You need to loosen up.”

 

I closed my eyes and forced myself to inhale.  “I’m well aware of that.”  I leaned my head back until it touched the back of the chair.  “That’s why I’m here.  I’m loosening.”

 

He laughed.  My eyes popped open.  He was looking around, at the work papers strewn across the table, at my empty fifty-two ounce refillable coffee mug and my stupid, pathetic rolling suitcase, because I didn’t even want to spend one night out in the world.  Had to hurry back home to all my nothing.

 

I tilted my head down slightly and looked at him.  “I’m trying.  A person can’t just…let go.” I waved my hand around.

 

“Sure she can.”

 

I straightened and pushed to the edge of my seat, all pounce-y.  “Did it ever occur to you that maybe I don’t know how?”

 

“Oh yeah, it occurred.”

 

“I need practice.”

 

He sipped his drink. “You need headbanging sex.”

 

I straightened with a snap. “Sex?”

 

“Headbanging sex,” he clarified.  “The kind where your body takes over, and you’re so hot your skin burns, and you pant for breath and forget your name.”

 

“Oh. That kind.”  And here I’d thought I needed a hobby.  I put my hands to my face.  My fingers were cool stripes against my hot cheeks.  “You do know, you’re the one who brought all this work up here?” I nodded toward the papers.  “If anyone’s hyper-focused on work, it’s you.”

 

“Yeah, but I know how to have sex.”

 

I gasped and dropped my hands. “I know how to have sex.”

 

He smiled.  “Yeah?”

 

“Absolutely.”

 

He just kept smiling at me.  Like he didn’t believe me.

 

“I have sex all the time,” I informed him.  I left out the part about it being mostly with a showerhead.

 

He still didn’t say anything.  His silence would be my downfall, the path to my truth.

 

“I mean,” I said after another moment of it, “maybe it’s been a little while.”

 

No laughter now, just his gaze burning through the room.

 

“And I don’t know that it was ever headbanging,” I allowed, looking away.  I picked up a napkin, began shredding it.  “But how often does that happen in real life anyhow?  Books and movies, but real people…?”  I dabbed at a bead of water with the napkin shreds.  My skin felt hot.  “But that’s my fault.  You know,” I rolled my hand through the air, “the uptightness and all.”

 

“Your fault,” he repeated softly, like he was turning the idea over in his head.

 

I nodded.  “Yeah.  It’s hard to make me lose my head, let alone bang it.  I don’t know how.”

 

Silence.  Then, “Want me to show you?”

 

Five words, that’s all it took.  My body shivered, a hot, glorious sort of shiver.  My brain rebelled.  “Show me?” I said stupidly.

 

His eyes never left mine.

 

I noticed I was trembling.  “What does that mean?”

 

“It means I fuck you.”

 

I got to my feet.  I had no idea what I was doing, and standing sure wasn’t going to help things, since my legs were shaking.  “Fuck me?”

 

He nodded slowly.  “Yep.”

 

“You’re going to do me a favor and fuck me?” I whispered.  My head was buzzing.

 

“Let’s try this again,” he said softly.  His eyes locked on mine—dammit—and he started speaking—whispering really, promising—and I knew I was doomed, “I want to fuck you, Juliette.  Please let me fuck you.  I really, really want to make you come.”

 

 

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I’m an award-winning, traditionally-published romance author branching out into self-publishing under the pseudonym  Bella Love. I write super sexy, fun, contemporary romances and romantic mystery/suspense about confident, alpha heroes who aren’t afraid of equally strong women. I never know if I should call the stories ‘erotic romance’ or not, because everyone has different expectations for that.  Know this: they’re scorchingly hot stories, the sex is central to the romance, and there are many fully and some creatively realized love scenes.

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Now Booking: Forever Ride & One Ride by Chelsea Camaron

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We are now booking a Double Cover Reveal for Chelsea Camaron. This reveal will be held on May 30th, 2014 at 9:00 am EST and will consist of a cover re-reveal for ONE RIDE (Book One of the Hellions Ride Series) and the cover reveal for FOREVER RIDE (Book Two of the Hellions Ride Series), along with the book and author information and an excerpt of choice. To be a part of this tour please click on the link to fill out the form found at the end of this post.

 

 

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COVER COMING SOONTitle: One Ride
Series: Book One of the Hellions Ride Series
Author: Chelsea Camaron
Published: December 19th 2013 by Chelsea Camaron Books

Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18526139-one-ride

Synopsis:
Delilah “Doll” Reklinger never imagined her life with anyone that wasn’t a Hellion. She never imagined there would be a Hellion that could prove himself worthy enough to her father, Roundman, Hellions Club President. Content in living in the bubble of safety the motorcycle club family has always provided, Doll never thought that danger surrounded her.
Roundman has kept the Hellions contained for the last thirty years by controlling the chaos surrounding their lifestyle. When the dangerous side to their business comes knocking on his door, he realizes his precious Doll isn’t safe. The Hellions code may be that women and children are off limits in any altercation or dispute, but that doesn’t mean their enemies follow that same moral compass.
His only child, now in danger from the association to him and his club, Roundman makes a decision. He sends her away with a charter club member that he trusts, in hopes that the trouble won’t follow.
One ride across the country. One simple ride. Talon “Tripp” Crews has been ordered to take Doll on one ride away and to keep her safe. She’s off limits. His head knows this, but his body can’t deny the attraction. She’s feisty, fierce, and fearless.
Constantly in close confines together, can they deny the chemistry? Will they give into the desire? Can one ride turn lust into love?

 

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COVER COMING SOONTitle: Forever Ride
Series: Book Two of the Hellions Ride Series
Author:  Chelsea Camaron
Expected publication: June 2014

Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/20309461-forever-ride

Synopsis:
Events happen in life that can awaken our truest and deepest desires. They also show us our greatest fears. Sometimes we are forced to face those fears, other times we build walls that can’t be broken to protect ourselves.

 

A profound connection these two once shared. A strong friendship once formed was shattered. Fate has stepped in and shaken both their worlds.

 

The danger, the wild, the chaos, and the lifestyle of the Hellions world has become far too much for Savannah ‘Sass’ Perchton. Swearing off bikers and attempting a ‘normal’ life, she has settled. She’s committed to Nick, her country club, pretty boy. She’s found a way to be content.

 

Things aren’t always what they seem. Wrap an empty box in pretty paper and a bow, it may look amazing, but it’s still a hollow shell.

 

He’s a Hellions playboy. A different chick in his bed, off on a different ride, and always something new. He’s Frank ‘Tank’ Oleander, Haywood’s Hellions Road Chief. Throttle down and life is good.

 

The fast pace of the Hellions life catches up to him. At a crossroads, he’s forced to face some life changing thoughts or succumb to the darkness of death. Teetering on the brink of giving in, her voice is all he’s holding onto. The coma he can’t pull himself out of, her voice is what he holds onto.

 

She’s sworn off bikers. He’s facing the Reaper. Can he pull through? Can she ever see past the lifestyle to the heart of the man behind the cut? Will they find their Forever Ride?

 

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Chelsea Camaron was born and raised in Coastal North Carolina. She currently resides in Southern Louisiana with her husband and two children but her heart is always Carolina day dreaming.

Chelsea always wanted to be a writer, but like most of us, let fear of the unknown grab a hold of her dream; she realized that if she was going to tell her daughter to go for her dreams, that it was time to follow her own advice.

Chelsea grew up turning wrenches alongside her father, and from that grew her love for old muscle cars and Harley Davidson motorcycles, which just so happened to inspired her ‘Love and Repair’ series and the ‘Hellions Ride’ motorcycle club series. Her love for reading has sparked a new love for writing and she currently has a few more projects in the works.

When she is not spending her days writing you can find her playing with her kids, attending car shows, going on motorcycle rides on the back of her husband’s Harley, snuggling down with her new favorite book or watching any movie that Vin Diesel might happen to be in. She hates being serious and is still a big kid at heart. She is a small town country girl enjoying life and, Chelsea hopes that her readers remember not to take life too seriously and to embrace your inner five year old, because five year olds know how to enjoy the simple things in life and how to always have fun.

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