Bigger & Badder by Jackson Kane – Blog Tour


Author: Jackson Kane
Title: Bigger & Badder
Series: Caldwell Hope Billionaire Romance
Genre: Billionaire Romance
Release Date: July 18, 2020
Publisher: Hot Tree Publishing
Cover Designer: BookSmith Design

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๐—ฆ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜€๐˜๐—ต๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ๐—ฎ๐˜†๐˜€๐˜๐—ผ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ฒ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐˜„๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—น๐—ฑโ€™๐˜€๐—บ๐—ผ๐˜€๐˜๐—ฟ๐˜‚๐˜๐—ต๐—น๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜€๐—–๐—˜๐—ข๐˜๐—ผ๐˜€๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜๐—ผ๐˜„๐—ป. ๐—ช๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜๐˜„๐—ถ๐—น๐—น๐—ต๐—ฒ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐—ป๐˜๐—ณ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐˜๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ป?

I became the youngest billionaire in history because I’m ruthlessโ€”Bigger and Badder than my competition. That’s also why I know investing in this small town’s football stadium is a waste of my time.

What I didn’t know was that she was living here.

Judy is the girl who got away. I’ve thought about her for yearsโ€”the night when we danced together… how she felt in my arms.

Now, I finally have a chance to make her mine. But doing so means going all-in on an investment that’s doomed to fail.

And I never, ever fail.

๐—ช๐—ถ๐—น๐—น๐˜€๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ณ๐—ถ๐—ฟ๐˜€๐˜๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜€๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—ธ๐—ฒ๐—บ๐—ฒ?

๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜บ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜บ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜บ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฃ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ-๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ด. ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ง๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ-๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฃ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ, ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฑ๐˜ถ๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜›๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜—๐˜ถ๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ, ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜บ๐˜•๐˜–๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜น๐˜บ, ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต-๐˜ธ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜๐˜Œ๐˜ˆ.



Garrett turned to face us. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and waited for us to run to him. He made no motion that he was going to move or be inconvenienced in any way. Almost all of the stadium lights were on, which made the vision of him more imposing. He was one arrogantly confident man in a sea of green. It looked like the whole world was his stage.
What an ass.
The least he could do was meet us halfway. Who did he think he was?
Dad had a genuine grin on his face when I eventually joined him. Everyone else huffed and puffed behind us. Someone told the band to start, and they did. Fortunately for the musicians, they all had string and not wind instruments.
โ€œWhat is it?โ€ I asked Dad cautiously. I thought heโ€™d be furious at the stunt Garrett pulled, instead he almost looked impressed.
โ€œSmart. Very smart,โ€ he said, clearly to himself, through winded breaths. Dad cocked an eye at me when he saw me listening intently. โ€œItโ€™s a power play. Not only did he shock us out of whatever preplanned spiel we had in mind by jumping out of the helicopter, but by forcing us to come to him instead of the other way around, heโ€™s making a statement even before the meeting begins. Heโ€™s saying thatโ€”โ€
โ€œHeโ€™s in control,โ€ I interrupted absently as I studied Garrett who patiently waited for us to approach. With a nickname like the Grim Reaper of whatever, I imagined some gaunt, ugly guy, not a tall wall of muscle.
God, he was handsome.
His short brown hair was lightly tousled by the wind, but still parted to one side. With broad shoulders and chest, and thick arms, he filled out his tailored suit and jacket perfectly. Not even Gloriaโ€™s billionaire husband, Richard, dressed this well.
โ€œFor now.โ€ Dad winked at me. โ€œYour old manโ€™s still got a few tricks up his sleeve. Keep up, Judy.โ€
โ€œHuh?โ€ I asked, slowing down. I wasnโ€™t paying as much attention to Dad as I should have been. My brain could either ogle over this hottie or walk, not both. I forced my head down and sped up, reminding myself that this was business and that I had to be professional. โ€œYeah, of course!โ€
I wasnโ€™t great at being professional, but I was trying. I really wanted to show Dad that I could handle the responsibility this time. I wasnโ€™t about to let some rich guy screw me up. No matter how handsome he was.
โ€œMr. Sullivan?โ€ Garrett asked, extending his hand.
โ€œYes,โ€ Dad said, the heaviness of his breathing from the run over had finally disappeared. โ€œPleasure to meet you, Mr. Walker. It seems you took the scenic route.โ€
โ€œI like to make my own way.โ€ Garrett had a hint of a New Zealand accent that straightened my spine. It wasnโ€™t just that his deep, sexy voice sent shivers through me, I also recognized it.
He used to be a big deal football player. I remembered his poster was hung up on my roommateโ€™s wall in college. It was the last thing I saw every night when I went to sleep.
He wore a few days of stubble over his chiseled jaw; it wasnโ€™t thick enough to hide the dimples in his cheeks, but it was dark enough to highlight his light, piercingly blue eyes.
Wait a minute. Why was everyone so hot and bothered over a football player? Last I heard, he quit playing five years ago. He was pretty, but he was a jock. I hated to stereotype, but playing football and running a stadium were completely different things.
How much could he possibly know about that side of things?
Garrett smoothly surveyed the crowd that gathered around him. Everyone said hello, some tried to introduce themselves fully, but no one could hold his interest long enough to get out their full title. Then, to my surprise, his gaze stopped on me. His eyes were the color of cresting waves and about a thousand times as deep.
โ€œAnd who is this?โ€ he asked.
โ€œMe?โ€ I gasped as if those waves were crashing over and drowning me. I didnโ€™t ask him to notice me. It wasnโ€™t like I was standing out in a crowd fangirling or anything; I was slightly behind both Dad and the other board members. For the first time in my life, I was at a loss for words.
โ€œUh, hi.โ€ I smiled, stammering the words out like a gibbering idiot. Garrett patiently waited, giving me all his attention. The band played a little louder to relieve some of the tension, but that seemed to only make everything more intense between us. I felt like I was going to turn into a puddle under his gaze. โ€œThey call me Judyโ€”โ€


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Demons Do It Better by Louisa Masters – Blog Tour

“Demons do it better contains a fun new paranormal universe, that mixes the charm of playful shifters — think Charlie Cochet’s T.H.I.R.D.S. — with other paranormal beings. Demons, incubi, and vampires, oh my!” – Molly House Reviews
Author: Louisa Masters
Title: Demons Do It Better
Series: A Hidden Species Novel
Genre: M/M Paranormal Romance
I work for Lucifer. Only, itโ€™s not as cool and satanic as it sounds.

The truth is, Iโ€™m an admin assistant who applied for a job that sounded kind of interesting and ended up working for the Community of Species Government. Iโ€™m the only human in the office, and basically I ride herd on a team of rambunctious shifters and demons.

I also spend a lot of time avoiding Gideon Bailey, the demon I had a one-night stand with right before I took this job. He hates me, and I really want to avoid being murdered. But Iโ€™ve been offered a promotion that will mean working with him, so weโ€™re both going to have to get over it.

Plus, people are going missing. Pregnant people. And the word is that someone is dabbling in genetic experimentation. Putting a stop to that is more important than the sexual tension Gideon and I have been ignoringโ€ฆ isnโ€™t it?
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Louisa Masters started reading romance much earlier than her mother thought she should. While other teenagers were sneaking out of the house, Louisa was working out how to read romance novels without being discovered. As an adult, she feeds her addiction in every spare second, only occasionally tearing herself away to do things like answer the phone and pay bills. She lives in Melbourne, Australia, where she whines about the weather for most of the year while secretly admitting sheโ€™ll probably never move.
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A Little Pill Called Love by Jas T. Ward – Blog Tour



Author: Jas T. Ward
Title: A Little Pill Called Love
Genre: Women’s Fiction
Release Date: July 11, 2020
Publisher: Hot Tree Publishing
Cover Designer: BookSmith Design
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A quirky character in her own colorful world. A man who struggles to see beyond black and white. With heartbreak and healing, A Little Pill Called Love is just the prescription for a little laughter, twists to heal, and a love that demands to be heard. 

Rylie Marshall has blue, green, yellow, and a mixture of pills that made her “normal.” But her idea of normal and what her mother or society wanted her to be never seemed to match up. 

She lives day-by-day in a fantasy land within her own troubled head and books. Reading was her escape whenever even her head denied her such a haven. So, how was she to know that one day, sitting on the beach, a book would show her the one thing she didn’t have, but might change her lifeโ€ฆ

Love.

Mike Newport had white, yellow, and striped pills that made him capable of being one of the most cut-throat corporate marketing advisers his clients could have. Not even a life-changing tragedy could slow him down. 

His days and most nights were spent with his head buried in flow charts, graphs, and spreadsheets. Busy was the best way–the heart could easily be ignored as it was dying inside his chest. 

The last thing he needed was a vacation, but how was he to know that a carefree girl, playing in the waves and talking to the birds might give him the one thing he had been avoidingโ€ฆ

Love.

From bestselling author Jas T. Ward comes a touching, quirky, fun, and gritty readโ€”A Little Pill Called Love, rebranded, edited, and published by Hot Tree Publishing.



I read about this. You know, when the good-looking guy looks at a girl and thereโ€™s a funny feeling in the tummy? It happens in all the booksโ€”didnโ€™t matter if itโ€™s a serious romance or one of those erotica books my mother didnโ€™t let me read but I did anywayโ€”and I thought it silly before too. How would butterflies get in anyoneโ€™s stomach to even know what they what they felt like? But for the first time, I understoodโ€”a fluttering like tiny wings kissing you on the inside. Note to selfโ€”it was a real thing. My tummy was getting inside kisses when I looked into Mikeโ€™s eyes as he held the shell of the gross, raw oyster in his fingers. Not taking the time to look at his fingers before now, I saw they were long and slender. His nails were perfect; I wondered if he did manicures and stuff. That made me wonder about his toes and the thought made me giggle at the image of executive Mike sitting in a salon getting a mani-pediโ€”bet heโ€™d be on a phone or even a laptop when he was supposed to be relaxing. The image teased a burst of laughter preparing to escape, but then he said those words and no way could a girl make a sound after โ€œtake a chance.โ€ Okay, so he probably meant taking a chance with the oyster, but it could mean so many other things. Blinking, I opened my mouth to ask what he meant, but I also didnโ€™t want to appear to be stupid either. Swallowing, I leaned forward enough to slurp the oyster and I couldnโ€™t help it. I spit it right back out. โ€œOh, itโ€™s gross. So gross!โ€ I waved a hand in front of my face to fan it and heard Mike laughing. I blushed so much I felt as if I would catch on fire as my ever present flee and run instinct reared up, until I once again became fascinated by his laughter. It was the different one againโ€”like he didnโ€™t laugh at me like he found me weird or strange. I felt he did because he thought me funny and smart, or so I hoped. I smiled and wiped my mouth with the cloth napkin and pointed to the oyster as it landed on my saucer. โ€œWho ever thought to open up a shell and go, oh, letโ€™s put this booger-looking thing in our mouth and see what it tastes like?โ€ Mike gave up trying to eat the other oyster he picked up as his hand braced on his forehead in laughter. โ€œI have never thought to research it. But you do have a point.โ€ He smiled and slurped the oyster back like it was not the grossest thing in the world and let out a sigh I guessed came from pleasure. Oh wow, please let him make that sound after every single one of those nasty things. โ€œIโ€™m going to assume we need to order you something else.โ€ He lifted his hand and the waitress came over as he glanced at me. โ€œWhat do you want, Rylie? Just say it and itโ€™s yours.โ€ Youโ€ฆ Nakedโ€ฆ. For once, if not the first time ever, my brain actually stopped words from coming out of my mouth and boy, did I get happy about that. I sputtered as the waitress handed me a menu and tried to focus on what it listed, trying not to be distracted by more moans of oyster joy coming from across the table from me. Focus, Rylie, focus. I looked at the menu to see what food might not dribble all over my boobs if I had as much trouble eating as figuring out what to eat. โ€œUh, can I have the grilled shrimp with the parmesan potatoes?โ€ The waitress nodded as I handed her the menu back. I rested my chin on my upraised hand as I watched Mike eat those oysters, almost wishing Iโ€™d ordered another platter of them, even if they were gross, just to watch and hear him eat them. He must have become aware I watched because he set the last half-shell down and smiled. โ€œAnyone told you how incredible your eyes are, Rylie? Especially when theyโ€™re staring at a man as he makes a fool of himself with shellfish?โ€ I blushed again and then covered my face with both of my hands. โ€œNo. But you are the first guy Iโ€™ve ever watched eating sea boogers.โ€


Welcome to my worlds, take a seat, get to know me and the characters and I assure youโ€ฆ Youโ€™ll be glad you did.โ€  ~Jas T Ward

Born and raised in Texas, Ward is a mixed bag of creativity spinning tales of paranormal, urban fantasy and even dark romance and horror; wrapped within a love story. Sheโ€™s been dared to write a few contemporary romances but even those reads have characters that are real and twisted by their creator. 

Mother of three diverse and independent bold children, Ward prides herself for being the โ€œQueen Nicheโ€™ Bitchโ€ which is a handy way of saying she sucks writing to market. 
But her readers donโ€™t seem to mind.

Alexandria Rising by Mark Wallace Maguire – Audiobook Blog Tour

Author: Mark Wallace Maguire

Narrator: Thomas Cassidy

Length: 8 hours 47 minutes

Series: The Alexandria Rising Chronicles, Book 1

Publisher: Speckled Leaf Press

Released: May 12, 2020

Genre: Action; Adventure

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