Excerpt and Giveaway ~ Only You by Cheryl Holt







CHERYL HOLT does it again with another fast-paced, dramatic tale of seduction, passion, and romance. This time, love blooms on a lazy, decadent trip down the Nile! 

Only You 
by Cheryl Holt
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Lady Theodosia Postlewaite, known as Theo to her family and friends, has always had the worst luck. On the night her betrothal was to be announced, she was unwittingly caught in a compromising situation. With her engagement ended and her reputation in tatters, her incensed father demands she flee the gossip by accompanying her dour, grumpy aunt on a sightseeing trip to Egypt. Theo reluctantly agrees, and she's determined to spend the months abroad proving she possesses the highest moral character. Most especially, she vows to never so much as speak to a handsome man ever again.

Soloman Grey has lived in Egypt for the past decade. His own scandal chased him out of London, and he's built a new life for himself as an adventurer and explorer. Because of the gossip that ruined him, he doesn't trust anyone, and he constantly vows that he’ll never so much as glance at a pretty woman ever again.

But when Soloman meets Theo, he's dragged into her world in a dozen ways he never intended. She's beautiful, funny, and lonely, and he can't resist. Yet, he's the bastard son of an earl, so he could never be worthy of her. When her relatives would do anything to keep them apart, dare he risk all to have her for his very own?



“How did you end up lost?” he asked, just when she wished he’d be quiet.
“I was shopping with my cousin, and we were…separated.”
She could have waxed on about Fenton, about his personal problems, about his dire need for attention, but she wasn’t about to air any dirty laundry in front of a stranger.
“How were you separated?” he inquired.
“I’m not sure.  I simply turned around and he was gone.”
“How old is your cousin?”
“Ten.  Why?”
“Where was your maid?”
“I don’t have one.”
“You were in the bazaar with your ten-year-old cousin?  That’s it?”
“Yes.”
He halted and glared.  “Are you a dunce?  Are you a fool?”
“No.”
“Then are you deliberately trying to get yourself killed?”
“Killed!  Honestly, Mr. Grey.”
“This isn’t London, Miss Postlewaite.”
“I realize that.”  She could have added, and it’s Lady Theodosia to you, but why bother?  She didn’t intend to ever see him again.
“The city is filled with cut-throats and pick pockets, with murderers and thieves.  You’re lucky I came along when I did.”
“Yes, I am, and I’ve thanked you, so you can cease lecturing me.  I’m feeling plenty wretched and I don’t need you making me feel worse.”
Very much against her will, tears surged into her eyes and dripped down her cheeks.  The prior few months had been a lengthy slog of misfortune:  her naïve encounter with Lord Trent, , Hedley immediately severing their engagement, her father’s rage, his demand that she sail to Egypt with Edna to let the rumors die down.
Despite Theo insisting nothing had happened with Lord Trent, no one would listen to her.  She’d believed an abrupt departure from England would simply exacerbate the impression that she was guilty of misconduct, but her pleas had fallen on deaf ears.

It was typical that her initial foray onto the streets of Cairo would end in disaster, and she beginning to suspect cursed.


CHERYL HOLT is a New York Times, USA Today, and Amazon "Top 100" bestselling author who has published over forty novels. 
She's also a lawyer and mom, and at age forty, with two babies at home, she started a new career as a commercial fiction writer. She'd hoped to be a suspense novelist, but couldn't sell any of her manuscripts, so she ended up taking a detour into romance where she was stunned to discover that she has a knack for writing some of the world's greatest love stories. 
Her books have been released to wide acclaim, and she has won or been nominated for many national awards. She is considered to be one of the masters of the romance genre. For many years, she was hailed as "The Queen of Erotic Romance", and she's also revered as "The International Queen of Villains." She is particularly proud to have been named "Best Storyteller of the Year" by the trade magazine Romantic Times BOOK Reviews. 
She lives and writes in Hollywood, California, and she loves to hear from fans. Visit her website at www.cherylholt.com.




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Release Blast for TOMMASO by Mimi Jean Pamfilof







From New York Times Bestseller Mimi Jean Pamfiloff…


TOMMASO, Book #2, Immortal Matchmakers, Inc. Series (Standalone)

SOMETIMES, HOT MEN CAN BE REAL MONSTERS…


Tommaso Fierro is used to the finer things in life—nice suits, nice car, nice house. Okay, his past isn’t so nice, but that’s in the past. Or at least it was until he blacked out after meeting the woman of his dreams.

Annnd possibly capturing her.

Annnd possibly terrorizing her before she got away.

Annnd discovering that he’s turning into a horrible creature he loathes with all his heart.

Luckily, there’s a cure. Unluckily, it will require him to track this woman down and convince her to give him a second chance. But if he finds her, will she ever believe that he’s really not a monster?

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Excerpt
PROLOGUE

Lying in bed, I sifted through the darkness with my tired eyes, in search of the strange noise coming from…
Holy crap! It’s above me! 
The dark figure came into focus, and I let out a yelp that should’ve been a terror-filled scream. What in the name of fuck is that? I thought, feeling my entire body turn ice cold with fear.
In the yellow light of my alarm clock, I saw the monster’s face hovering over mine, its eyes pits of glowing crimson swirling with black.
Oh shit. Oh shit. What is that? I opened my mouth to finally deliver that scream, but the beast quickly slapped its sickly hand over my lips to muffle the noise.
Oh, God. Help me. He smelled like death and evil. He smelled like desolation and despair—everything bad in this world mixed together.
Knowing I was about to die, I felt my eyes begin to tear. 
“Please,” I mumbled through the gaps in its sticky fingers, the unmistakable smell of dried blood filling my nostrils. “Please don’t kill me.”
Slowly, it dipped its head, allowing me to see its face up close. 
Christ. He’s human. Or something humanlike, resembling a man covered in black soot and the stench of death. 
“Please, I’m begging you—just let me go,” I whimpered.
The man slid his hand from my mouth, studying me. Then there was a flash of something I didn’t expect in their depths: fear. 
“Save. Me,” he mumbled in a deep gargle. “Please…save…me…”
What the…? I was the one who needed saving!
“I think it’s the oth-other way around,” I stuttered and then reached for the reading lamp to my side and swung. He stopped it inches from his face, and an icy rage replaced any semblance of kinder, gentler emotions. 
He roared and then grabbed me by the hair, dragging me from my bed. 
“Let go!” I yelled, and he did. He tossed me to the floor as if I were completely weightless. 
Oh, God. He was so strong. 
I yelled for help, but no one was coming. I lived alone out in the middle of the desert. 
Looking pleased by my fear, he reached into the waistband of whatever he wore as clothing and drew a buck knife or machete or something one might use to murder an innocent twenty-six-year-old golf instructor who lived ten miles outside of Palm Springs, liked to binge on crunchy food, and owned two Jeeps, a cat that hated her, and four rescue chickens. Yeah. It was that kind of knife. A really, really big fucking knife.
“Oh, God. Please no. Please…I’m sorry,” I cried. “Whatever I did, I’m sorry!” Of course, I wasn’t sorry. I was simply terrified and wanted to live. Unfortunately, the odds were not in my favor. 
I watched in terror as the blade barreled down toward my face. 





MIMI JEAN PAMFILOFF is a USA Today and New York Times bestselling romance author. Although she obtained her MBA and worked for more than fifteen years in the corporate world, she believes that it’s never too late to come out of the romance closet and follow your dream. Mimi lives with her Latin Lover hubby, two pirates-in-training (their boys), and the rat terrier duo, Snowflake and Mini Me, in Arizona. She hopes to make you laugh when you need it most and continues to pray daily that leather pants will make a big comeback for men.

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Release Blast for SHADOW by Alexa Dawn


                         



MADDOX KING

CODE NAME: SHADOW
AGE: 27
WEAPON OF CHOICE: PISTOL
JOB: KILL SCARLET DANIELS


The first rule in the assassins club is simple: every job comes with a price.

Shadow has been given countless jobs since joining the club, and all of them have been carried out, no matter the price.

Killing Scarlet Daniels, the heiress to the world’s biggest electronics company, should be no different …

Or so he thought.

You are cordially invited to join the Assassins Club, but once you enter, there is no turning back.

250 Pgs. |Heat Level: 4 | Purchase Links: Amazon | See on GoodReads

Excerpt

He looks peaceful, Scarlet thought, her stomach tightening into knots. Out loud, she asked, “Do you get paid well? To kill people, I mean.” 
Shadow snapped his eyes back to her and looked at her suspiciously. 
“I’m just curious,” she added, her voice small. She was afraid she had upset him. 
His posture had stiffened, and he regarded her carefully before answering. “Sometimes.” The softness in his voice was gone. 
“I’m sorry I asked.” Scarlet grabbed her now-empty plate and took it to the sink, eager to be out of his piercing eyesight. He joined her a minute later. 
“I’m sorry,” he apologized quietly. “I’m not used to discussing my profession in such a casual tone with someone… normal.”
“It’s okay.” Scarlet shrugged, not looking at him. “I shouldn’t have pried. I’m sorry.”
Shadow nodded awkwardly. “I need to take a shower.”
Scarlet kept her back to him as she nodded, and Shadow walked away. She didn’t dare move until she heard the water running, and then she tiptoed quietly toward the front door. This was her chance. She needed to leave, and now was the time to do it. 
Unlocking the door, she slipped outside. She took a long breath to steady her nerves and stop her shaking as she slipped on the jacket she had grabbed on her way out. Then she ran down the stairs and driveway, not daring to look back. 
Following the dirt road, she kept her pace, her heart pounding in her chest and the wind roaring in her ears. She had gone about half a mile before she heard it: the sound of a car barreling down the road behind her. She ran into the trees, tears fighting their way into her eyes. 
The vehicle screeched to a stop, and she heard the unmistakable sound of a car door being slammed shut, but she didn’t stop to look. She just kept running. 
Then she saw him standing about one hundred yards in front of her. His arms were folded across his chest, and she could see a glare on his face, even from that distance. 
She skidded to a stop and began racing in the other direction, though she knew it would be useless. Shadow had at least a foot on her, and his long strides would easily catch up to her, but she kept going. 
She sensed him behind her a split second before he encircled her waist with one arm, pulling her against him. She struggled, trying to kick, elbow, or claw at any part of him she could reach. 
“Let me go! Let me go!” she screamed as she fought. 
He snaked his other arm up and grabbed around her shoulders, pulling her off the ground. It was no use. He was too strong. 
She went limp in his arms, exhausted, as sobs began to rack through her body.


About the Author:
I have been reading and writing since I was a child, and after falling in love with romance, I realized I have a story to tell; and by God, am I going to tell it! Welcome to the world of Alexa Dawn. Good luck... You're going to need it.Facebook | Twitter | GoodReads
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