The Trade by Meghan Quinn ~ Release Blitz w/ 4.5 Star Review & Excerpt!

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THE TRADE by Meghan Quinn
Release Date: March 12th
Genre: Contemporary Romance



Can you pinpoint a time in your life where you realized you are completely and utterly screwed?

I can. I got the dreaded phone call, the one every baseball player hopes and prays never comes.

I was traded. Yeah, that phone call.

Traded from my long time team of over ten years. And not just to any team, but my childhood rivals; the Chicago Rebels.

Completely and utterly screwed, right? Wrong. The trade was the least of my concerns.

I met a girl. Natalie. Man, she’s perfect.

I swore I would never get involved with anyone during the season. Too complicated. But can you believe I have zero restraint when it comes to this girl? I couldn’t get her out of my head and the more I talked to her, the more I realized I needed her in my life.

So what’s the problem? Why am I screwed? Because, Natalie, the girl I can’t stop crushing on, yeah . . . she’s married.

At least, that’s what I was told . . .


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Cory F*cking Potter…you rocked my world. What a sweet, strong, commanding type of man! I loved how he was the one who could take on any situation but this time it was a little more than he could handle. He had some lessons to learn…and so did Natalie. Natalie was also a sweet, lovely girl who was betrayed once before but looking for someone who appreciated all she had to offer. Such a perfect pair. But of course we have tons of angst. It wouldn’t be a Meghan Quinn romance without some issues to grow from. This book had me twisted up but hoping the next page would give my stud muffin some relief. So entertaining and swoonworthy and plain ol’ hot. Cory definitely was a role model for all baseball player book boyfriends. Yum.

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I’m fucked.

I’m sure you hear that all the time, so the term has lost its impact.

I ran out of sugar for my cookie batter . . . I’m fucked.

Forgot my phone in my car . . . I’m fucked.

Saw my neighbor’s old-man balls . . . I’m fucked for life.

I can guarantee you right now, this is nothing compared to old-man balls and cookies.

This is way worse.

This defines the term, I’m fucked.

What is it you ask?

It happened after one of the worst baseball seasons of my life. Traded halfway through the season to the team I’d hated my entire life, I was drowning in the constant media attention, persecuting me for the pass off for my multi-million-dollar contract.

“We want to win,” the Rebels said. “We can do that with Cory Potter wearing black and red.” And just like that, the team I’ve been playing for my entire professional career up and traded me to unload my hefty salary to develop new up-and-comers from the farm system.

The Rebels. 

I’m a fucking Chicago Rebel. Words I never thought I’d say, especially growing up as a Chicago Bobcats fan, the rival team to the Rebels. Not just rival, but enemies. The teams themselves don’t get along, the fans hate each other, and Chicago is divided for a good portion of the year when the stadium lights are on.

But here I am, my name attached to the biggest trade in sports history.

A ballsy move.

An upset to Baltimore.

A baseball anomaly: All-American turned Rebel.

I’ve heard it all, I’ve seen it all, and no matter what’s splashed across the headlines, it doesn’t deviate from the fact that my long-time team decided to part ways with me midseason.


After fourteen years, I packed up everything and moved back to Chicago.

But even that’s not why I’m fucked; it’s just the start of it.

The beginning of the end.

Dramatic? Maybe.

But if you were in my shoes, you’d be thinking the same thing.

After not even coming close to getting into the playoffs, the season ended, I was booed off the field because that’s how Rebels fans are—you don’t perform, they hate you—and I sequestered myself to my practically empty and cold apartment.

After a week of binge-eating deep-dish pizza and watching every prison documentary on Netflix, my sister finally dragged me out of my apartment, forcing me to attend a Bobbies playoff game with her so we could cheer on my brother-in-law. Her husband.

Seeing a Rebels player cheering on a Bobbies player plastered all over the news went over just as well as a grandma telling her grandson her favorite pastime is cock-tickling.

Not well.

But still . . . not the reason I’m fucked.

This is beyond worse than that.

During that game, I got the talk. Not the birds and bees, but the talk from a concerned sister about my lack of social life.

You really should get out more. 

I know some single moms who are really nice. 

Maybe a dating app might be fun. Girls would be ecstatic to match with the one and only Cory Potter. 

I don’t want you dying alone. 

That last one was a real kicker.

Dying alone. I’m fucking thirty-five and she has me with one toe in my grave.

The way I see it is, if you don’t meet your girl in college or high school, you’re sure as shit not going to meet her while playing professional baseball. Not when the schedule is obscenely busy and long, and not when you’re known for one thing in your city: making a shitload of money for playing a sport.

It’s almost impossible to find genuine relationships when you have this level of fame.

So I’ve resolved to waiting until after I retire to fall in love.

That doesn’t mean I’ve been celibate, I’m a man after all—a man with a shitload of adrenaline pumping through him on a daily basis. I’ve had my fair share of one-night stands with women, and a few on a solid repeat with zero expectations. Every woman I’ve bedded I’ve treated with respect, and I’ve been honest with them, because if anything, I’m a genuinely nice guy who doesn’t ever want to make someone feel bad.

Ask anyone who knows me, I’m the nice guy, the dependable guy, the leader with a heart.

I don’t screw women over, ever.

Are you thinking one of those one-night stands turned into an “accident”? Is that the reason I’m fucked? Got a girl I don’t know pregnant?

Nope, not that either.

But the conversation I had with Milly pushed me to a new way of thinking.

I don’t want you dying alone. 

She made me fucking paranoid.

Was I really going to die alone?

Were my good years behind me and now I’m old meat on the market?

Should I be trying to find love in the midst of the craziness of my life?

Milly made me think, which then made me open up to the idea of finding someone, of looking at women differently, of allowing the relationship part of my brain to turn on.

So instead of ignoring every woman that has relationship potential I’d possibly look for, I turned off my blinders and started looking for them.

But I didn’t come close to meeting anyone that remotely fit the box of someone I’d consider going out on a date with. That was until I attended a certain charity event.

I saw her from across the room. Her smile was what caught my eye, then it was the way she laughed and held on to her brother’s hand, her brother who had cerebral palsy.

It was the way she’d lean into him, hold him, as if he was the most wonderful human she’d ever met.

The fact that she was absolutely breathtaking with piercing blue eyes had nothing to do with it.

It was her infectious laughter.

Her kind heart.

Her dedication to her family.

In a matter of seconds, I wanted to know her, wanted to find out her name, wanted to be in her orbit. Wanted to be a recipient of her warmth and affection.

I watched her from across the room, how she interacted with every person who came up to her, and when I was finally granted the opportunity to introduce myself, my breath caught in my throat when our hands connected. I felt my heart slam against the cage in my chest. And I knew, in that moment, with our hands mid shake, my life would never be the same.

Her name is Natalie.

Sister to my new teammate Jason Orson and his twin brother Joseph.

Director of Jason’s foundation, The Lineup.

And the reason why I’m utterly fucked.

Because while I started to grow attached to this magnetic and beautiful woman, when I told my sister about her, she informed me there was a ring on Natalie’s finger.

A ring that didn’t belong to me.

Hope plummeted in the matter of seconds as I felt the color from my besotted face drain into a puddle of remorse.

She was married.

She is fucking married.

See? Totally fucked.

I’ve been crushing so hard, because even a month later, I still think about her. I can still hear her laugh, see her smile, feel her hand in mine.

I want her. 

Fucking bad.

They say time will heal all wounds, well for me, the more time passes, the more my wound is exposed and tormented.

Cory Potter is crushing on a married woman . . .

That is why I am completely and utterly . . . fucked.

The Trade

About Meghan Quinn

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USA Today Bestselling Author, wife, adoptive mother, and peanut butter lover. Author of romantic comedies and contemporary romance, Meghan Quinn brings readers the perfect combination of heart, humor, and heat in every book.

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Boss by Katy Evans ~ Release Blitz w/ 4 Star Review!

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Boss, an all-new standalone sexy office romance by New York Times bestselling author Katy Evans is now live!


“We play by my rules now.”

—Kit, the new boss

Who does Kit Walker think he is? The trust-fund heir waltzes in and wants to boss me around, but if I catch him misbehaving, his father will yank his inheritance. Stalemate, right? Not when our chemistry is irresistible! Ironically, we run the top dating app. Could this be my “perfect match”…or the perfect scandal?

—Alexandra, the one in charge

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Cute, cute, cute, cute, cute! I’ve read a ton of falling for your boss books but this one was extremely sweet. Alexandra is a no nonsense workaholic but there’s just something irresistible about a bad boy with a British accent. Kit is very underestimated and when the two meet for the first time…sparks fly from both sides. And not always in a sexy way. But don’t get me wrong, this story is full of steamy scenes that will melt your kindle screen. I found this romance to be a scorching page turner and I didn’t want to set down.

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Katy Evans is a New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author. Her debut REAL shot to the top of the bestselling lists in 2013 and since then 9 of her titles have been New York Times bestsellers. Her books have been translated into nearly a dozen languages across the world.

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Teach Me Sweetly by Abby Gale ~ Release Blitz w/ Review

Title: Teach Me Sweetly
Author: Abby Gale
Genre: Sweet Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 16, 2019
When I accepted the teaching position in a town the size of my thumb, 
all I cared about was making some money until I was ready to pursue my dream. 
My time here was supposed to have an expiration date. 
My plan was simple.
Until her.
The girl with a cupcake and fascinating sadness.
Her beauty got my attention first, then her loneliness and melancholy captivated me. 
Her words and pain fed my interest, but it was her heart that sealed my fate. 
I came to this town with no expectations. 
But I didn’t know my dream and muse was waiting for me in a school uniform.


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When Elijah took a substitute teaching job at a private school, it was just to make ends meet. Until he met Eva. Of course the girl he met at the bar would end up in his class. As Elijah tries to keep his distance, Eva’s sadness just calls to him. All he knows is he can’t stop himself from stepping over the line.

“How many different ways I can think of how to comfort her and make her forget about every problem she has.

How I want to make her writhe underneath me. How I want to taste her skin just like I was about to do on my first day here.”

Truly a steamy teacher/student read that will set your panties on fire. Eva lives a sad, lonely life until Elijah becomes her substitute English teacher. The chemistry between the two overcomes any taboo objections as they can’t fight the soul deep attraction. And physical lust…let’s not forget about how their bodies talk. It does not disappoint if you are seeking something a little naughty.

This was my first book by this author and it definitely intrigued my thirst for taboo. Something light, wicked and would make your mother blush.

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“TEACH ME SWEETLY is a forbidden romance filled with tenderness and impossible love, and most of all, sweetness. Another heartfelt and taboo romance from Gale that her readers will adore. Just beautiful.” – Brianna Hale Author

I’m Abby Gale, an international author. I generally write erotica with little suspense in it, but I don’t like to label myself so whatever strikes my fancy will be my upcoming release.
I’m a former blogger, an avid reader, and a pharmacist aside from my author persona.



Right Where I Want You by Jessica Hawkins ~ Release Blitz w/ 4.5 Star Review, Playlist & Excerpt!

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Title: Right Where I Want You
Author: Jessica Hawkins
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: December 28, 2018

There’s a thin line between love and hate . . . and it cuts right through the middle of their office. 

Bad boys? They run right over good girls like Georgina Keller. But after a confidence-shattering breakup, she’s determined not to let anyone at her new workplace push her around—least of all the brooding creative director, a “bad boy of publishing” who’s made it clear she’s enemy #1.

Sebastian Quinn’s taste for fast cars, late nights, and beautiful women may have gotten him to the top of a leading New York magazine, but the reputation that made him is suddenly threatening to end his career.

Georgina can help Modern Man shed its bad reputation, but in order to do that, she’ll have to start at the top—and no amount of rakish charm or inconvenient attraction will distract her.

Because if Sebastian gets her right where he wants her, it means she’s going down.


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Georgina Keller is the fixer…the one you bring in when the company needs a PR makeover. After a bad breakup, she’s determined to be more of her alter ego “George” and quit letting people walk all over her. Sebastian Quinn has been pegged as the media world’s bad boy. He’s the Creative Director at Modern Man and is proud of its unapologetically macho stories and advice. From day one, these two clash and sparks are flying. Will Georgina be able to fit into this testosterone filled environment and keep things strictly business?

“Maybe I couldn’t help being attracted to Georgina’s hot and cold personality, but acting on it wasn’t an option. Not only was she the first person to threaten my career in a long time, but I’d vowed to remove any ice from my life. It was only warm, nice girls from here on out.”

I don’t know why but there was just something about this business enemies to lovers story that ended up being exactly what I was in the mood for. There was so much chemistry with Sebastian and Georgina’s verbal sparring that I found myself anxiously awaiting for them to cross that line. I also loved that deep down they were both good and genuine people. They both just had trust issues to work through. I was just sucked in by their feisty banter and office politics and it just made it addictive to read. A nice book for my Christmas break.

I’ve enjoyed all of Jessica Hawkins’ stories and find myself enthralled by her characters and their complicated lives. This story definitely ranks right up there with the rest of the amazing stories and intriguing lives she creates.

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At the stadium’s concession stand, I took a tall stool, putting Georgina and I at eye level since she stood. “So, why didn’t you kiss François?” I asked. “Bad breath?”
She gasped into her hand. “My breath is fine.”
“I meant his. I’m sure yours is pure relish on a hotdog.”
She made a face. “Gross.”
“I happen to love relish,” I said. “But does François?”
Each time I said François with flourish, she flinched. I didn’t care. Something about him bugged me—I just couldn’t put my finger on it.
“We didn’t kiss because you interrupted us,” she pointed out.
“So? If I were in his position, and we both wanted that kiss, I wouldn’t let anyone stop me.”
Frank and I are clicking,” she said, scowling. “There was even mention of spending time at his summerhouse.”
She coughed into her fist. “Boca Raton.”
The idea of Georgina spending a summer with him in Boca Raton was tragic enough that I almost smiled. I got the sense she was playing up the date. If it was so great, why wasn’t she sitting here with him? And why was I more relieved than smug about that? “Meanwhile, Justin and I will be clamming in Montauk.”
“You two should really just make it official and announce your love to the world.”
“But then I wouldn’t get to flirt with pretty girls.”
“For someone who pretends to have as much game as you,” she said, “I still haven’t seen you successfully flirt with any girls since I’ve known you.”
I smirked. “How do you know I’m not flirting with you right now?”

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Jessica Hawkins is a USA Today bestselling author known for her “emotionally gripping” and “off-the-charts hot” romance. Dubbed “queen of angst” by both peers and readers for her smart and provocative work, she’s garnered a cult-like following of fans who love to be torn apart…and put back together.

She writes romance both at home in New York and around the world, a coffee shop traveler who bounces from café to café with just a laptop, headphones, and coffee cup. She loves to keep in close touch with her readers, mostly via Facebook, Instagram, and her mailing list.

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EXQUISITE TASTE by J.D. Hollyfield ~ Blog Tour w/ 5 Star Review & Excerpt!

We are so excited to be bringing you the release of EXQUISITE TASTE by J.D. Hollyfield. If you love your romance with a side of naughty humor, then this is the book for you–be sure to grab your copy today!


He was a dare she couldn’t walk away from.

She was a game he was determined to win.

Jensen Stone was thriving in her first year of college. So thirsty for success she could already taste the achievements on her lips. Nothing would get in the way of her dreams, not even the social pressures of pledging. Until one night, she finds herself in the lion’s den of sorority row, accepting a dare she knew she couldn’t complete.

Damien Cross was bored. He no longer craved the dominance and control he had swirling in the palms of his powerful hands. He was determined to walk away from the empire he’d spent the last ten years building. What he didn’t factor in was the unexpected distraction. He might be angry at her inconvenient timing, but the urge to break the new toy dangling in front of him was all consuming. It wouldn’t hurt to play one last time.

One night. His rules.

Will she obey his demands to fulfill a dare?

Or will she realize his dark tastes are anything but exquisite?

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Jensen Stone isn’t someone who likes to play games. She’s focused on college and spending time with her best friend. Except her bestie wants to join a sorority and Jensen doesn’t have time for those fake Barbie dolls. When the leader of the pack decides to challenge Jensen to get into Damien Cross’ sex club, she can’t seem to back down from the dare. And that’s when her life becomes a little bit complicated.

“The last seventy-two hours of my life have been so crazy, yet so confusing. Hello! I am not a sexual person. I barely use my vibrator the right way, but in the last few days, I’ve experienced things that have never even crossed my mind. Whips? Swings? Public indecency? Jesus, what would my mother say if she saw me now?”

Steamy, feisty romance with some mystery and a few bad guys thrown in to keep you on your toes. I really loved the twists mixed up with the whole older guy and girl on the verge of complete innocence with a sassy mouth that she really can’t backup. I’m like you want to be a badass but you just got attitude. This story was fun to read and kept my interest every single page with spicy trysts and some girl drama. Fun fun! I want everyone to pick this one up just to enjoy all of the sexy, crazy adventure.

If you enjoy sassy mixed in with some spicy and a little mystery in the mix…you would love this book! I happen to love many different genres of books but when I find one that satisfies multiple genres **heh heh** “multiples”…I am not quick to give it up!

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I caress the bare flesh of her neck with my thumb, my voice dropping an octave. “Tell me, what would you do if I pushed you against this door, pressed my lips here…” I press into the spot just below her ear. “And stroke my tongue exactly where your pulse is beating erratically?”

I take a slow step toward her, closing the gap between us, and she retreats one step back. “You know what that means?” I press harder over her vein. “The way your heart rate has picked up? The way all five senses yell danger, yet your endorphins are letting off a hormonal sensor that screams curiosity even louder. You’re not one of those girls, but the fact that you haven’t bothered to fight me off yet tells me you may want to be.”

Her lips part and I get the sudden desire to shove my tongue inside her mouth. I take another step forward and get the pleasure of her body pressed against mine. I smile at her loss of confidence as she gasps, realizing her mistake. She shuffles back, and I follow step for step until her back hits the door and I have her cornered. My head dips and goose bumps rise over her skin beneath my fingertips as my warm breath coasts along her flesh.

“I’ve had my hand around your neck for over a minute and a half now,” I whisper against her earlobe. “You haven’t even screamed for help, nor tried to fight me off. Haven’t even shown a bit of defiance for someone who isn’t into ‘sick petting shit.’” I end with my mouth a hairsbreadth from her neck, her pulse so erratic, I almost feel the vibrations on my lips. Her breath quickens. If I wanted to take this farther, she’d let me. No questions asked.

But she’s far from what I need.

Jensen tilts her head slightly to the side, allowing me better access to her neck, and I release her. She stumbles back and falls limp against the door at my brute action, but I don’t bother to help steady her. “As I said, no.” I take a step to the side. “Goodnight, Ms. Jensen.” I reach for the door, enjoying the fire that ignites in her emerald green eyes.


My grip tightens around the handle as my dick rages with need. Twice, she’s had the nerve to speak to me with such a tongue. Her mouth pisses me off, but the thought of punishing her for it turns me red hot.

I need her gone.

I throw the door open, and she jumps. “That I may be, pet, but I’m an asshole who has no room for the plain likes of you. Just as you said, your unlikeliness to survive one night in this club is the reason why applying would be nonsense. Go home, back to your pampered life. Return to whoever allowed you to borrow their dress, which looks horrendous on you, and forget about your silly dare. You’ve wasted enough of my time. Out.”

My words are harsh, but they do the job. I’ve driven her mute. If she’s smart, she’ll stay that way and leave my office. At least read the cold look on my face. No one, even a child like herself, insults me in my own club.

“You can try to offend me all you want, I don’t give a shit. Trust me, you aren’t anything to call home about either.”

I laugh. “I’m deeply wounded, but I haven’t gotten to where I am by being nothing to call home about.”

“Well, you disgust me.” She crosses her arms over her chest, making her breasts more appealing.

“Noted. Out you go.” I place my hand on her back to help her out, but it gets shoved off.

“Do not touch me.”

Strike three. My hand twitches, fighting off the need to grace her ass with a good smack. Teach her a lesson for being so disobedient. “You’re really testing my patience,” I grit out between clenched teeth. “I suggest you leave before I have you escorted out by your hair.”

Her mouth drops instantly. It wasn’t my intention to speak that harshly, but my temper is at its breaking point. If I don’t get her out of my sight, I can’t be responsible for what I might do.

“You know what? With pleasure.” She turns and steps outside my office, spinning back. “Have fun burning in hell, son of Satan.”

“I most certainly will, Ms. Jensen.”

And then my vision of her is cut off by the door slamming in her face. My heart rate picks up, my hands at a small jitter. Lifting my palms, I wipe the stress from my face and walk back to the mirrored window. After a few moments, I see her storm through the crowd, then turn and lift her middle finger to the window. I laugh at her courageousness—which is so unlike me. No one has attempted to speak to me like that in a very long time.

Not three minutes later, a knock sounds as the door opens. “Damien, the girl’s being put in a cab.”

“Good.” I turn away from the window and head toward my desk. “I want to know the location of where she’s dropped off. Then I want to know everything about her.”

“Damien—” Fredrick hesitates, trying to argue, but I cut him off.


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J.D. Hollyfield is a creative designer by day and superhero by night. When she’s not cooking, event planning, or spending time with her family, she’s relaxing with her nose stuck in a book. With her love for romance, and her head full of book boyfriends, she was inspired to test her creative abilities and bring her own stories to life. Living in the Midwest, she’s currently at work on blowing the minds of readers, with the additions of her new books and series, along with her charm, humor and HEA’s.

J.D. Hollyfield dabbles in all genres, from romantic comedy, contemporary romance, historical romance, paranormal romance, fantasy and erotica! Want to know more! Follow her on all platforms!

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