




Title: Loser: An ABCs of Love Novel
Author: Desiree Lafawn
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Cover Designer: Indie Sage
Publication Date: June 23rd, 2022
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR
Blurb:
L is for Loser
I would rather stick a fork in my eye than to attend my niece’s wedding without a date. Don’t get me wrong, I love my family. But having to put up with an entire week of pitying glances and questions about when I’m going to “meet a nice man my age,” is a form of cruel and unusual torture I would rather not subject myself to.
Thankfully, I have a great group of guy friends, and each of them owes me a solid one. Like it or not, one of them is going to help me. None want to volunteer, so we’re going to play a game. The loser flies to Ohio with me to pose as my loving boyfriend for all the wedding festivities.
I’m the loser who has to fake having a boyfriend to fool my family. He’s the loser at a simple game of chance. The one thing neither of us are walking away with… is our dignity.
Desiree is a snarky romance author from Northwest Ohio with a completely healthy addiction to anime and snacks. She also writes paranormal romance under the pen name D. Gemini.
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“Well,” CJ stretched his legs out in front of him and raised his arms over his head and rolled his neck from side to side. “What do you think you’re going to do?”
“Exactly what I said I’d do. I’m going to the wedding, and I’m going to be the best fake boyfriend she ever had.”
“Will you have to share a bed?”
“Most likely.”
“Gonna be okay with that?”
“Absolutely.” It would be torture, but I was a man in control of myself.
CJ turned his head, took a pull from his beer, looked me square in the eye and burped.
“What if she farts in her sleep?” I couldn’t help but laugh.
“CJ, everyone farts in their sleep.”
“Jessica doesn’t.” CJ was dead serious. “She goes in the bathroom. Never once in our entire relationship has she ever passed gas in front of me. She said her mom’s been married to her dad for forty years and she’s never done it either.
“That’s fucking weird, CJ.”
CJ burped again and picked at a piece of foam sticking out of the arm of his chair.
“I don’t want to hear that from you.”
Title: Love and Murder
Author: L.L. Hunter
Genre: YA Mystery, Romantic Suspense
Cover Designer: Emily Witting
Publication Date: July 31st, 2022
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR
Blurb:
Darcie never thought she’d see the day when she’d venture back to Summervale…
When Bobby goes missing, the teens fear he has fallen victim to the same person who has been taunting them with mysterious bloody letters.
So they are forced to head back to the one place they all swore they would leave behind them.
Little do they know its a trap, and they’ve inadvertently handed themselves to the killer on a silver platter.
One by one, the group of friends go missing, and now it’s up to the adults to solve the case.
But the clue to solving the case and finding Darcie and her friends involves them all having their deepest darkest secrets uncovered.
In the thrilling final chapter in the bestselling Summervale series,
When Darcie comes face to face with the killer, will she turn the tables on them? Or become their next victim?
Will the teens make it out alive?
Title: Kisses: An ABCs of Love Novel
Author: Kristine Dugger
Genre: Contemporary Romance, Age Gap
Cover Designer: Indie Sage
Publication Date: June 16th, 2022
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Blurb:
Lyla
I never thought I would crave his kisses. I have never craved anyone’s kisses before his. Before him, I was going with the motions. Then he crashed into my life. All I know is nothing will be the same. Will we crash and burn? Or kiss our way through the obstacles?
Sullivan
She owns me in every way possible. I never thought I would feel this way about anyone ever again. She crashed through the walls I had built up. Only she is forbidden. I know we should stop but she is my kryptonite.
Kristine Dugger is an upcoming contemporary romance novelist. She resides in Papillion, NE (suburb of Omaha, NE). Damaged is her first published book. This was dream come true for Kristine. Writing has always been a passion of hers. Kristine has a Master’s degree in Nutrition and Health Science from the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. She is a Pediatric Clinical Dietitian by day, Writer by night, Always a Mom. In her spare time, she enjoys spending time with her husband and two very beautiful daughters, reading, listening to music, kickboxing and playing/watching sports.
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The Princess peers up at me. “Are you going to give me a movie screen kiss or not?”
Hell yes, I am.
If caution is a yellow flag, I fling it out of sight. I clasp the back of her head, threading my fingers through her hair. I pull her to me roughly until our bodies are flush together fully along their length.
I bend down and don’t wait for her to come to me. I pull her face to mine, delving instantly into her mouth. She opens in surprise as my tongue licks against hers. She’s warm honey and peppermint, yielding and soft.
After a moment, her body molds into mine. Her tongue comes for me, and her pulse flutters beneath my thumb at her throat. She lets out a sound and presses her pelvis against me.
With only a few inches between our heights, she lands where her body instinctively knows where to aim. I respond instantly, stiffening between us.
She pulls her face from mine, her eyes big as she looks up at me. “Is that…”
I want to grab her hips and grind into her. I’m fiercely in need. But I control myself. “It is.”
“What do I do with it?”
Oh, I could tell her.
She goes on. “Should I pretend it isn’t happening? It didn’t when I danced with that random guy. How often does it happen?”
I draw in a ragged breath. Her innocence is shocking, delectable. I want to break it wide open, right here, against a brick wall, pounding her until we both disintegrate into nothing.
Down, boy.
“You don’t have to talk about it. A guy knows it’s happening. It’s natural. Part of the process.”
“Already? Just from kissing? I thought we had to be naked. And ready to do that thing!”
“It can happen anytime.”
Her eyes go even wider. “Like at dinner? Or while driving a car?” She draws in a sharp breath. “Around your grandma?”
Okay, with that thought, I no longer have a problem. I let out a breath. “Probably not around a grandma. It’s a stage in the process. It’s not as obvious in women as men.”
“Is it happening to me?” She glances down at her jeans as if she might produce an erection or some other obvious sign. “Wait. Is that what they call a lady boner?”
I can’t stop myself from laughing. “Sort of. But not literally. You don’t have an outward sign.”
“What is my sign?”
Jesus. “A dampness. It’s called getting wet.”
“I’ve heard that phrase. They mean down there!”
“Yes.”
“It’s not pee, is it?”