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?

70K wd. |Heat: 3 | Purchase: Amazon | B & N | iTunes | Kobo
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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Release Blast Info for HOSTAGE by Jamie Begley





The Enforcer’s Oath: Protect the club at all costs.


Jackal made an enemy out of Penni when he kidnapped her years ago. He let her go, never imagining she would take a piece of his soul with her. Now protecting Penni against a former brother will force him to place the club against her once again.

She may be the Hostage, but he’s the one held captive by the lust she refuses to admit binds them together.

She thinks The Last Riders and another man will be all the protection she needs to end the tug of war between them. However, he’s never lost a battle, especially against a tiny blonde with an attitude, begging him to teach her that her place is under him.

To End the battle, he's going to have to reclaim the piece of his soul she stole, or claim a part of her soul as prisoner.

When a predator takes you hostage, you’re his forever.
380 Pgs. |Heat: 4 | Purchase Links: Amazon | See on GoodReads


Excerpt

“Then you better start. The Road Kingz aren’t like the Predators; they don’t give a damn that King ordered Henry and the Predators to watch out for you.”
“I don’t—”
“Shut up!” 
The sound of Jackal’s boots striding across the floor had her backing up to the wall. 
Jackal braced his hand on the wall near her head. “The only reason those men haven’t already gang raped you is because of Hennessy.”
Shocked speechless, Penni reached for her own throat. 
“Instead of using your head and bargaining with them, what did you do? You fucking told them you could identify who took off with their money and drugs!”
“How was I supposed to know?” Penni interrupted another long-winded rant then quickly changed her mind at the contemptuous sneer that reminded her of Shade when he was angry. 
“That know-it-all brother of yours should have warned you!” 
She trembled as Jackal ran his hand down the curve of her cheek, coming to a rest on the curve of her breast. 
He lowered his head, placing it next hers. “I swore I would let you get out of this mess yourself.”
“Why didn’t you?” she whispered.




About the Author:     Jamie Begley grew up in a very small, and a very rural town in Kentucky. Growing up poor was hard but she would go back if she could just to get that feeling of going to the corner and popping open a soda.

For now her days are spent writing, writing, and writing.

She would like all her fans to know one thing, “All my books are written for one purpose- the enjoyment others find in them, and the expectations of my fans that inspire me to give it my best.”

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