ARROGANT COACH By Cara Chance ~~~RELEASE BLITZ~~~

Arrogant Coach 

(A Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance)

By

Cara Chance

Genre: Erotic Romance

Cover Reveal: January 15th

Hosted By: Chance Promotions

Synopsis:

Jordan Knox is the hot, forbidden, bad boy, heart breaker I lust after. He’s the son of my dad’s new wife and it's wrong for me to think about him as anything more than family.

But, it’s not like I can avoid him; he’s also my track coach at the exclusive private boarding school I attend. Every afternoon he puts me through my paces, training me for my next meet.

Lately, I've been noticing more than brotherly affection in his gaze and the touches that used to be innocent sometimes linger longer than necessary.

He wants to coach me in more than one way.

This is a short novella with insta-love, no cheating, hot sex and a guaranteed HEA.

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Excerpt:

"One more week and then you won't have any hold over me," I whisper to him too tired to yell.

"I'll always have a hold over you," Jordan responds without missing a beat.

"You're such an."

"Ah don't let your words discredit this fine establishment."

"Inconsiderate meany head," I finish lamely.

Jordan laughs so hard he stops walking and puts his hands on his knees to keep from falling over. I stop my foot and go and sit on the grass.

Screw him and his cool downs.

Jordan gets his laughter under control and comes to sit next to me. "Meany head."

"I'm tired. You have been making run all over. You do realize this is the last week before finals? My senior finals."

Jordan's lips turn down as he sits down on the grass and pulls one of my legs on his thighs.

"What are you doing?" I shriek trying to take my leg back but Jordan's hands are clamped tight around it.

My head flops on the grass as his fingers start working my calf.

"You're a smart girl. Well some of the time."

"What is that supposed to mean?" I ask my voice in a purr as he continues working my leg into jello.

"You are a straight A student. I'm sure you don't even need to study. I was just trying to keep you busy so you wouldn't make any stupid decisions."

I yank my leg away and Jordan lets me, but only so he can grab my other and work into the knotted tissue.

"Stupid decisions such as Oscar?"

"See you catch on quick."

"I like Oscar. He's nice to me and he hasn't pushed me to do anything."

Jordan's hands stop in the middle of my calf and he applies pressure. I lift up my head to look at him and his face is stony.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" he asks in a growl.

"Well, not that's it any of your business, but I was supposed to study with him this whole week but thanks to your."

"Inconsiderate meany head ways," he adds.

"Yes, I have fallen asleep every night and haven't been able to hang out with him. Unlike you he understands."

"Brooklyn, I'm going to tell you this one more time. You will stay away from, Oscar. You will stay away from all the boys. Do I make myself clear?"

"Ugh, you are like a big brother. Annoying and sticks his nose where it doesn't belong. Stay out out of my business."

"Your business, is my business"

"I don't need you to protect me Jordan. I'm a big girl."

"Then act like it. You keep saying you're a big girl, and you're nineteen. But then you keep making these stupid decisions that I have to clean up."

"It's just a date. A guy likes me. Why is that so hard for you to understand?"

"He doesn't like you. He's using you. And if you're too stupid to figure out what he is using you for I can spell it out for you."

"You are such a jerk." I stand up and my legs cry from being removed from Jordan's warm hands of wonder.

"Call me whatever you want. Just stay away from him. It will only end badly."

"Don't tell me what to do," I stomp my calf tightening almost to the point of cramping. I shake it off refusing to let him know he was right about cooling off.

"I'll tell you what to do until you stop making dumb choices."

"Goodnight, Jordan." I say over my shoulder as I walk away.

"Stay away from him or I promise you won't be able to sit for a week."

I flip him off but I'm far enough away I'm not sure if he sees it or not.

Other Books by Cara:

Banned (A Bad Boy Stepfather Romance)

My Sister's Husband

Sold To My Father's Friend

About the Author:

Cara Chance loves to write insta love, taboo stories with a guaranteed happily ever after. She enjoys writing steamy scenes that will make you blush when you read it. Cara is already working on her next hot, sexy read.

COPPERFIELD LANE by JL Long ***COVER REVEAL**

 Copperfield Lane

by JL Long

Cover Designer: Kovers by Kari

Release: TBA

Hosted by: Chance Promotions

Synopsis:

***We meet Lawson and Selena in With Love At Christmas Anthology. You do not need to read the prequel to understand this installment, but is highly encouraged.***

Soulmate.

A noun that describes two people that are connected to each other in ways only our souls understand. You can feel it in your heart, the way the strings tighten whenever that person is around. The way you are happier, at your best when they are near. Whether this be a friend or a lover, there is a soulmate for everyone in this extraordinary world.

I found the love of my life on Copperfield Lane. He is my best friend. He is my lover. He is my soulmate.

The flames are burning within us but the hold we have on each other is going up in smoke.

What happens after you get your happily ever after? Does love strengthen or does it smolder to ash?

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CIRQUE ACT 2 (Cirque #2) by Ashleigh Giannoccaro **BLOG TOUR**

 Cirque Act 2 (Cirque #2)

by Ashleigh Giannoccaro

Genre: Dark Erotic Thriller

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Synopsis

Without my box I can’t be me Kidnapped by a clown close to the sea He’s torn inside where one equals two One I hate, the other I love true

Secrets and lies become alibis Sivan is damaged, it’s in his eyes Riddles unravel when you know who masters Now Imogene’s only home is Masters An eye playing spy held me together When I broke, he broke, two ends of frayed tether We’re joined by the past like twin souls in hell Innocent angels molested, and fell I escaped it, but need to go back. To love the man with his face painted black. The circus is known for its eternal magic Our tent of freedom is simply tragic. Once a little girl fell, then she fell for me I’m a fool, and she’s a fool for me There’s a clown inside us all; a purpose But this life, it’s all just a circus.

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Excerpt

Sivan

 

I squash the costumes, and bits I bought, into my car as best I can. The back window is completely blocked and I cannot see out of it at all. The clothing smells old and has that musty, almost stale smell, as if the sweat of the original owners is still in the fabric.

 

The pictures from his office have my mind spinning. He was part of my circus; he was there. That was his family’s circus. When I asked he just got upset and dismissed me, hurrying me to leave. I struck a nerve with him. I desperately want to know more, to ask him more, but risk losing him as a supplier.

 

My last task is shopping. We need food, toilet paper, and the other shit required to live on the fringes. I stop at the small coastal town nearest my new home and make my way around the few stores there. All I require are the basics, and a somewhat decent coffee. The folks in the stores eye me like the stranger I am, looking me up and down.

 

In a small grocer I gather fresh produce to cook with. A friendly girl behind the counter smiles and greets me; she doesn’t look at me like the older people have.

 

“Do you know where I can get a haircut in town?” I ask, while she bags my purchases into green plastic bags. She snickers and looks at me with a sweet smile.

 

“Two blocks up turn left, there’s a barber, but I think he’d shave it bald if you let him at that.” She eyes my messy long hair. “I wouldn’t cut it if I were you. Here.” She rolls a hair tie off her skinny wrist and hands it to me. “Just pull it back. The man-bun is all the rage nowadays.”

 

Giving a nod of thanks I pull my hair up into her pink elastic band and pay for the groceries. The final item on my list is done and I am relieved, ready to return to my own world and leave this charade of normal behind me.

 

“Thank you.” I smile as I grab the bags from the end of her counter.

 

“Pleasure, new guy in town.” She giggles and turns to help the purple haired old lady who has now ambled up to her cash register.

 

I leave the store feeling better. This day wasn’t what I hoped it to be, and the answers I wanted are now more questions. My heart is heavy with my mother’s confessions and Gavin’s betrayal. I am human and I feel just like they do.

 

Fuck me, this is all hurting me more than it should.

 

The short drive back home isn’t long and the hot afternoon sun is relentless on the car. Even with the AC on the sun burns me through the window.

 

Bouncing on the rutted dirt track I make my way to the tent, uneasiness making me check my mirrors and scan the surrounds. I feel as if I have been outed; that someone knows I am here now.

 

When I get out into the searing heat I look at the trailer where she is, and she is standing at my window staring out at me. She looks tired and dirty, broken and defeated. I hardly recognise my beautiful aerial dancer, but I recognise something else. Her eyes are as dead as the ones I watched through the window that summer, glassed over and devoid of emotion, as if the soul in them has perished and floated away with the wind.

 

About The Author

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Bestselling Author Ashleigh Giannoccaro writes edgy dark romance and erotic horror, self published by choice she writes the stories others don’t dare. Currently residing in Johannesburg South Africa with her husband and two daughters Ashleigh enjoys writing stories that make you fall in love with the unlovable and leave you asking questions. When not writing she can be found with her kindle in a sunny spot reading or traveling with her family.

 

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BAD NEWS by Lilly James **BLOG TOUR**

 

Title: Bad News
Author: Lilly James
Release Date: Jan 17, 2017
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There is no wrong or right way to deal with a death. Or to grieve in a way that is expected. The loss of a loved one can hit you in ways you could never imagine. At least, it did to Hunter Holland.

 

College Junior Hunter knows he messes up; he knows he hates his life; he also knows he blames his father for his mother’s death. What he doesn’t know is that his life is about to change–all thanks to Louisa Dawson.

 

Louisa, the freshman, is sweet. Shy. Innocent. She doesn’t care for boys, but rather books. Hunter is crazy, a player, and as cocky as they come. The college ‘bad news’ is everything she wants to stay away from, yet he is everything she is drawn to.

 

Focused on her studies, Louisa doesn’t have time for Hunter who is both distracting and disruptive, but Louisa is the breath of fresh air Hunter needs. She is the only girl he is willing to work for. She is also the only girl that understands why Hunter is living the life he is.

 

Louisa is determined to prove to Hunter that living in a tormented past is never going to guarantee a happy future.

They say opposites attract… maybe they do.

 

 

 

 

 

Hunter

 

She’s beautiful, abso-fucking-lutely beautiful. I watch her sleep, and gently move her blonde hair from her face so I can see fully. Louisa is timid, too timid to flirt, too shy to admit she wants me in the way I see her looking at me. She’s innocent, petite, and so genuinely kind I don’t think I have ever met anyone like her. I don’t want to corrupt her; I don’t want to disrupt her, but I can’t promise myself that. All I know is that I would never treat her the way I have treated girls in the past. Never gawp at her and refer to her as a piece of ass, a fuck, a pussy I want to wet my dick in. She is the girl I have been waiting to stumble across since the moment my mom gave birth to me. Okay, maybe not that young, but close enough. The only woman I have ever treated like a princess was my mother, and now I want to treat this girl like the fucking next air to the throne. I close my eyes, settling next to her, and I’m falling… 

 

Bang, bang, bang, bang. 

 

A noise that makes my head ache wakes me up with a jolt. “The fuck?” I yell, sit up and notice Fallon standing on her bed, banging a spoon against a frying pan. I feel Louisa sit up next to me, but I am evil. Evil I tell you. 

 

“Unless you plan on making me an omelet with that pan, you better get the fuck outta here, Fallon. What shit you trying to pull?” 

 

“You,” she points at me with her spoon. “Seem to be in my best friends’ bed, hugging and shit. You’ve made her late for her dinner with her father. I know this is not Louisa’s usual behavior, so you’re the bad influence. Get out.” She points to the door with the spoon. 

 

“What!” Louisa fly’s out of bed and takes her alarm clock into her hands. “An hour late!” she shrieks. “Crap.” 

 

I watch her scramble to get her shoes on, and she’s running her fingers through her hair at the same time. I climb from the bed and stretch out my arms. Checking my watch, I catch the time. It’s 6pm. Louisa says she’s an hour late, but earlier she told me she was meeting her dad for lunch. I don’t want to ask her about it right now, though, I can see she’s stressing.

 

I glance over to Fallon, and she’s staring at me with those hard, black eyes of hers. Then I remember last night, and what she did to Louisa. 

 

“Some friend you were last night, huh?” 

 

“It was an accident, asshole.” She jumps down from her bed and points the spoon at me. “At least you found your perfect chance to take Louisa home and snatch her virginity like it was some sort of fucking prize, asshole.” 

 

She’s grating on my goddamn nerves. “Call me an asshole one more time– wait, what did you just say?” I look over my shoulder and Louisa is standing still, her backpack held in mid-air. Her eyes close, and I hear Fallon whisper ‘shit’ from behind me.

 

 

 

Lilly James - That's me. British Author with a wild imagination. 

 

I love writing about damaged souls. I love getting my teeth stuck into emotional scenes, but most of all, I love writing those steamy lovemaking sessions for my characters. (Characters have to have fun too!) Oh, did I mention I have an obsession with writing about gorgeous alpha men? No? Then go read my books to see what I'm talking about!

 

I am an avid reader of everything from dark erotica to soppy YA. (Oh, and I love Mr Harry Potter.) Just saying. 

 

I'm the very best at moaning about everything, singing the wrong song lyrics and shopping until my legs hate me. 

 

Guilty pleasures - Musicals and Taylor Swift. 

 

Lover of watching Vines, Miranda Hart and chocolate. 

 

I live in Wales with my daughter - my favourite little person in the whole world.

 

   

 

THE BILLIONAIRES BET by Victoria Davies **BLOG TOUR**

 

Title: The Billionaire’s Bet
Series: Sexy Billionaires #2
Author: Victoria Davies
Release Date: Jan 23, 2017
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Hailey Mitchel wants one thing. Her boss. The only problem is he’s never looked at her as more than a loyal employee. At least, not until his charming business rival, Caleb, drops into her life with an offer she can’t refuse. He’s willing to bet he can make her fall in love with him in a month, and if he’s wrong, he’ll help her find the keys to her boss’s heart.

Caleb Langston wants one thing. Revenge. Hailey is his ticket to finally evening the score with his old adversary. There’s just one problem. The more time he spends with her, the less he cares about his grand plans for payback. But love is always a gamble, and soon he’ll have to choose between his past and his future. And pray Hailey never discovers the secret he’s been hiding from her.

 

 

 

 

 

“I’m attracted to men of substance. Guess that rules you out.”

 

“But not my rival. Alec is your paragon of honor, isn’t he?”

 

“He’s an excellent man,” she agreed.

 

“One you just wish would walk over to your desk and sweep you off your feet, carrying you out into the sunset.”

 

“I’d probably break his back, and we’d both end up on the floor.”

 

His gaze raked down her body. “I’d be willing to risk it.”

 

“Luckily, you’ll never have to.”

 

His eyes returned to hers. “Why not just tell him?” he asked. “Confess your undying devotion and see what he does?”

 

She knew what he’s do. He’d get flustered trying to figure out how to tell her he didn’t return her affections. She wasn’t petite or blond, two things all his previous paramours had in common.

 

She wasn’t pursuing a career in acting, and she didn’t have trouble calculating the percentage of a tip. Worse, she didn’t come from old money the way Caleb and Alec did. She hadn’t grown up in that privileged world, didn’t understand the deeply ingrained rules. Alec had said more than once that when he settled down, it’d be to make a good alliance for his family. Keep all that lovely money in the right bloodlines.

 

No, she was nothing like the woman he would eventually fall in love with.

 

Not that logic stopped her from wishing for the impossible every now and then.

 

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

 

“All right.” Caleb straightened from the bar. “Why don’t I go ask him these questions and see what he thinks?”

 

Her fingers sank into his arm before he could move.

 

“Don’t.”

 

The movement had been a mistake. An admission. A certainty filled his expression that hadn’t been there a moment ago.

 

She shook her head, knowing she was steering toward a cliff. “What do you want?” What would buy his silence?

 

“I want many things,” he said, swirling the liquor in his glass. “Chief among them is you.”

 

“It’s just because you love the chase,” she said, rolling her eyes. “We’d never work.”

 

“Maybe,” he replied with a shrug. “But it’d be fun to try.”

 

“I’m not sleeping with you in order to keep your mouth shut.”

 

“I don’t remember asking you to.”

 

She resisted the urge to stamp her foot. “Then what are you asking?”

 

“I’m going to make you a bet,” he said, his eyes capturing hers. “Give me one month.”

 

“To do what?”

“Make you fall in love with me.”

 

 

 

 

Victoria Davies’s passion for writing started young. Luckily she had a family who encouraged believing in magic and embracing imagination. From stories quickly scribbled in diaries, her love of storytelling developed. Since then her characters may have evolved and her plots may have grown decidedly more steamy but she never lost her love of the written word. Writing is not only a way to silence the wonderful voices in her head, but it also allows her to share her passions with her readers.