New Release + Blog Tour + 4-Star Review: Toying With Her by Prescott Lane


Toying with Her by Prescott Lane
Release Date: August 17th
Genre: Contemporary Romance

Toying with Her, an all-new standalone from Prescott Lane is coming LIVE!!!


No one said finding love was easy, but when you invented the world’s best selling vibrator, it’s near impossible. Yep, that’s right. That little toy hidden in your bedside table is my brain child. It’s aptly named Woman on Top. And you know what they say . . . it’s lonely at the top.

So I’m headed home to my Southern roots. It’s supposed to be an extended Summer vacation — nothing more. But Rorke Weston has other plans for me. Plans that not only involve me being on top, but also underneath him.

It’s been said you never forget your first. For me, that’s definitely true. No night has ever lived up to the one I spent with Rorke.

He’s turned into quite a man. Tan from the Southern sun, and stubborn as the day is long. And there’s nothing sweeter than the swipe of his tongue.

Rorke wants his chance. The one we never had. But that was a long time ago. When I still believed in Prince Charming and Happily Ever Afters. Even ten years later, I feel a pull. And it’s not simply Rorke yanking down my panties.

Do second chances really happen? Or is my heart simply toying with me?


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Tracey’s Review

Having read and really enjoyed THE SEX BUCKET LIST by Prescott Lane, I was definitely interested in getting my hands on TOYING WITH HER, Prescott’s newest release. The things that I liked best about the former are also in play here: a strong woman that’s making it on her own, firmly rooted family relationships, and a steamy, sizzly love story that rounds everything out. The reassurance that you can go home again also adds to the appeal, and makes this book an even more emotional read.

Second-chance romances are some of my favorites, and TOYING WITH HER is a very enjoyable one. The relationship between Sterling and Rorke is generally easy and comfortable, with plenty of barely tapped passion. There were moments where I wanted to pull a Moonstruck moment ala Cher and tell Rorke to snap out of it already and get over his macho mindset, but, all in all, this is a couple that I got a kick out of reading about.

TOYING WITH HER is a solid 4-stars for me. I look forward to reading more from Prescott, and I would absolutely recommend it for fans of small town romance with a lot of heart.

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Prescott Lane is the Amazon best-selling author of Stripped Raw. She’s got seven other books under her belt including: First Position, Perfectly Broken, Quiet Angel, Wrapped in Lace, Layers of Her, The Reason for Me, and The Sex Bucket List. She is originally from Little Rock, Arkansas, and holds a degree in sociology and a MSW from Tulane University. She married her college sweetheart, and they currently live in New Orleans with their two children and two crazy dogs. Prescott started writing at the age of five, and sold her first story about a talking turtle to her father for a quarter. She later turned to writing romance novels because there aren’t enough happily ever afters in real life.


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Blurb Reveal: Dirty Filthy Rich Love by Laurelin Paige

Dirty Filthy Rich Love by Laurelin Paige

Release Date: September 11th

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I’ve discovered Donovan Kincaid’s secret.

It’s dirty and filthy and rich – as dirty and filthy and rich as he is – and it haunts me as much as he ever did.

Even after knowing what I know now, I still want to talk to him, to touch him. But there’s an ocean between us, and I’m not sure it can be crossed with something as easy as a phone call or a plane ride.

Yet I’m willing to try.

He doesn’t know this yet, but this time I’m the one with the power. And maybe – just maybe – if the air were cleared and all our secrets bared, there could still be a chance for us.

And this dirty, filthy thing between us might end up being love after all.






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Release Blitz: The Wright Mistake by K.A. Linde



A new stand alone enemies-to-lovers romance by USA Today bestselling author K.A. Linde…

I spent six weeks screwing Austin Wright’s brains out and all I got was this broken heart.

He can’t be trusted. Not with my body or my heart. Yet, two years have passed and I still crave him like an addict needing a fix.

The last time we tried this, it nearly ruined me. I know I should run and never look back. But his dark haunted eyes and razor blade smile speak to my soul. His touch sets my body on fire. And we all know what happens when you light gasoline. Someone is bound to get burned.

A second chance might destroy us both.

Because everyone knows two wrongs don’t make a Wright.


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Cover Reveal: Shift by Staci Hart


Bestselling author Staci Hart brings you the second installment of an addictive romantic mythology series where love is the ultimate game, and Aphrodite always wins.


Shift by Staci Hart

Publishing Date: August 24th, 2017

Genre: Contemporary Romance

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Even the gods cannot betray the will of the stars.

It’s been a hundred years since she’s warmed my bed, a hundred years spent waiting for her. Now we’ll compete again in a game that matters little to me. But my prize is far greater than a token to be paid for a favor — I want her.

And for the first time in a very long time, I have the chance to keep her.

Because now the ground has shifted, tilted in my favor, and with her footing unsteady, she will fall.

I will catch her.

This time, I won’t let go.

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Staci has been a lot of things up to this point in her life — a graphic designer, an entrepreneur, a seamstress, a clothing and handbag designer, a waitress. Can’t forget that. She’s also been a mom, with three little girls who are sure to grow up to break a number of hearts. She’s been a wife, though she’s certainly not the cleanest, or the best cook. She’s also super, duper fun at a party, especially if she’s been drinking whiskey.

From roots in Houston to a seven year stint in Southern California, Staci and her family ended up settling somewhere in between and equally north, in Denver. They are new enough that snow is still magical. When she’s not writing, she’s reading, sleeping, gaming, or designing graphics.


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New Release + Blog Tour + Giveaway: Leave the Night On by Laura Trentham

Love, betrayal, and sweet revenge—life in Cottonbloom is about to get a whole lot hotter . . .

Sutton Mize is known for lavishing attention on the customers who flock to her boutique on the wealthy side of her Mississippi town. So when she finds a lace thong in her fiancé’s classic cherry-red Camaro, she knows just who she sold it to: her own best friend. In an instant, Sutton’s whole world goes up in flames. . .

Wyatt Abbott has harbored a crush on Sutton since he was a young kid from the other side of the tracks. He witnessed Sutton’s shocking discovery in the Camaro at his family-owned garage—and it made him angry. What kind of man could take lovely, gorgeous Sutton for granted? But then Sutton comes up with an idea: Why not give her betrothed a taste of his own medicine and pretend that she’s got a lover of her own? Wyatt is more than happy to play the hot-and-heavy boyfriend. But what begins as a fictional affair soon develops into something more real, and more passionate, than either Sutton or Wyatt could have imagined. Could it be that true love has been waiting under the hood all along?

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Sutton stared at the lace concoction. From La Perla’s fall collection. Fine Italian lace.
Ridiculously expensive for something so small. A special order with the addition of a small
embroidered heart to sit at the owner’s hipbone. Oh yes, she was acquainted with the
underwear but not intimately acquainted. She’d ordered them through Abigail’s Boutique, but
not for herself. She was too practical.
Wyatt Abbott shook them even closer to her face, obviously expecting her to take them.
The thought of touching the lace made her shrink against the driver’s door, and she fumbled for
the handle, finally finding it and yanking. The door opened and her momentum sent her to the
shop floor on her butt.
Her skirt bunched around her thighs, probably high enough for Wyatt Abbott to see her
simple cotton pink panties from Victoria’s Secret. The fact they weren’t white was the wildest
she got. She’d even waited for them to go on sale. With a bruised ego and bottom, she
scrambled up.
Wyatt hadn’t moved. His mouth was parted, still in a slight smile, the panties dangling
from his fingers. Instead of the roil of emotions gaining steam inside of her, she concentrated
on his hands. They were rough-looking and callused. The nails were short but lined with grease.
And they were big. They built things. Fixed things. Put things back together.
A darkness came over his face, clouding his earlier good-humor and giving him an edge
of danger she hadn’t sensed through his teasing. Instead of getting out of the car from the
door, he stood up on the passenger seat, stepped to the driver’s seat, and hopped next to her,
the black lace of her betrayal dangling in his hand.
“What’s the problem?” he asked.
A jackhammering noise from the other bay filled the space so she didn’t have to. The
crazy thing was that she had sensed something wrong. Something had been wrong pretty much
since she and Andrew had gotten engaged.

She’d tried to put it down to nerves or how busy they both were with work. But the
truth was she’d been dragging her feet with the wedding preparations. Between the two of
them pulling away, the distance had grown until only an echo of what had drawn them
together remained.
The hum of a motor and the flash of sunlight on metal drew her attention to the open
bay door. Her best friend, Bree Randall, stepped out of her BMW coupe dressed in heels, grey
slacks, and a sleeveless silk shell, the pink contrasting beautifully with her dark brown hair and
ivory complexion. She was a lawyer for Cottonbloom, Mississippi’s city government and had
been Sutton’s best friend since first grade.
No way could Sutton smile and pretend everything was fine. She grabbed the front of
Wyatt’s coveralls and looked up at him. The boy she remembered had been too cool and a
borderline jerk, teasing her incessantly, almost to the point of tears. The man was still too cool,
yet something new lurked behind his ease. She hoped it was akin to kindness.
Bree drew closer. Stuck between a devil she knew and one she didn’t, Sutton took a
chance. Her voice was hoarse and begging and she didn’t care. “Get me out of here. Please.”
Without taking his eyes off her, he called out, “Yo, Jackson. Could you put the lady from
the Beemer in the waiting room? Tell her Miss Mize isn’t feeling well and stepped out back for
some fresh air.”
If his brother answered, she didn’t hear him. Wyatt put a strong, stabilizing arm around
her shoulders and guided her around various pieces of equipment and mechanical parts to a
door tucked away at the back of the shop floor. She stepped outside, closed her eyes, and took
a deep breath. The freshness of the air counteracted the bile rising in her throat.
Her knees wobbled as the stark reality of the situation and the fallout took shape in her
mind. She glanced at the man by her side. What was Wyatt Abbott thinking right now? Probably
that she was borderline psychotic.
A huge red barn sat behind the shop, and they passed from sun back into shadows. A
body-sized punching bag twirled from a high beam as they passed by. That explained why the

arm at her back was so solid. Her heels tapped on the wide-planked floor. The smell of
weathered wood was overlaid by something sweeter. Honeysuckle, maybe.
No hay was stored in the Abbott’s barn. Two tarp-covered cars, the bottom curves of
their tires the only part visible, formed a path to the back where a scratched up leather couch
and mini-fridge sat.
“Sorry it’s so dusty in here. We like to keep the doors open if the weather’s nice because
of the views and cross breeze.” He took a blue towel from his back pocket and wiped off a
section of the couch, leaving yellow streaks of pollen. Getting a little dirty was way down on her
list of worries and she plopped down, wrapping her arms around her stomach and leaning over
so her forehead nearly touched her knees.
“You want a Coke or tea or something?”
She raised her head enough to see his big hand holding out a bottle. He shifted back and
forth in his black work boots, the hem of his coveralls ombrèd black to grey with grease.
“It’s a little early for whiskey, but I’ve got that too if you’d rather.” He sounded so
worried and unsure, she straightened, took the Coke and pressed the cool plastic against her
cheeks and neck.
“You must think I’ve gone batty.” She rarely drank alcohol and never whiskey, but for a
moment she considered it as a viable option, even though it was still technically breakfast. It
was five o’clock somewhere, right?
“I think something really bad happened,” he said. “I’m not sure what, but I suspect it has
something to do with the restaurant receipts and the underwear.”
“Oh God. The receipts.” Her mind hadn’t even circled back around to those, but
everything notched into place like a puzzle whose missing piece turned up stuck on the bottom
of a shoe covered with chewed up old gum and bug guts.
His late nights working. Breaking dates at the last minute. His distraction. How long had
it been since they’d shared the same bed? Two months? Three? She’d put it down to the

natural progression of a committed relationship and the busyness of their lives, assuming things
would be better once they were living under the same roof.
“I’m a moron.” Tears crawled up her throat and choked off her feeble attempt of a
She closed her eyes wishing she could teleport herself back under the covers. The
cushion sagged next to her, and she tipped towards him, her shoulder bumping his biceps. A
moment passed before his arm came around her shoulders, and they sank back into the couch
She turned her face into the space between his neck and shoulder and took a deep
breath, desperately trying to get a handle on her out-of- control emotions. Pain was to be
expected, but the flashes of fierce fury took her by surprise.
Easygoing and nice and cheerful were bandied about when people passed compliments
her way. At least, she’d always taken them as compliments. Now she wasn’t so sure. Maybe all
those things were code words for weak and gullible.
Another breath. She concentrated on Wyatt’s warmth and scent. So different from the
expensive cologne Andrew wore. Wyatt smelled like pine trees and the garage. His dark, almost
black hair, tickled her nose. A tear slipped out and she wiped it away with the heel of her hand.
“You want me to go get your friend?” His chest vibrated against her, deep and rich.
Friend? She didn’t want to examine the other half of the betrayal. Worse than Andrew
cheating on her was who he’d been getting down and dirty with. Her best friend. No. A friend
wouldn’t sleep with her fiancé behind her back while helping her plan the wedding with an
enthusiasm that oftentimes exceed her own.
Sutton ransacked her brain for moments she could point to and say Aha! but none came
to mind. Bree had been supportive and helpful over the last few months. Lies. How many lies
had Sutton accepted as gospel truth? A few more tears escaped along with a ragged breath.

Wyatt made a humming sound that was distinctly uncomfortable, and he pulled away.
“Let me—”
She grabbed his coveralls. “No. Don’t you get it? That was her thong.”
He shifted to face her. “Is identifying underwear in a single glance your superpower?”
Despite her life crashing down, a shard of humor sliced through the shock, and her lips
twitched. “Expensive underwear. The heart on the panties matches her tattoo. A special order.”
“You fiancé and your best friend?”
Put like that, she felt even dumber. “My life has turned into a cliché.”
“It’s a cliché because of how often it happens. Nothing for you to be ashamed of. It’s
them that should feel like chickenshit.”
“You don’t understand how people like to talk.”
“I understand, alright. I just don’t care what people say.” The defiant edge in his voice
spoke of his own pain and sorrows, but right now she only had room for her own. He was quiet
for a moment. “You want me to get rid of her?”
Sutton sank back and took a swig of Coke, the burn bringing a different, more welcome,
sort of tear to her eyes. “I need to talk to her. Confront her.”
“Yeah, but not hurt and crying. You need to prepare. Get mad then get even.”
His advice made her sit up straighter. She’d been raised to smooth feathers, not ruffle
them. Her mother had taught her how a smile and pleasant word could diffuse most situations.
The lessons had contributed to her business success but hadn’t done her personal life any
favors. Another whip of red-hot fury flayed her heart.
“She’s my ride back over the river.” Her voice sounded even and strong, her anger a
mast to cling to amid the wreckage.
“I can be your ride.”

“But you have work to do.”
The look he cast her was full of disbelief. “You’re not going through with the restoration,
are you?”
The Camaro, the red harbinger of her ruin, had already slipped her mind. She didn’t
even like the stupid car. Her daddy and Tarwater senior had hatched this surprise over a round
of golf with Ford Abbott after she’d confessed she couldn’t think of anything to give Andrew as
an engagement present. Only when her daddy had anted up half the money had she agreed.
Their “go big or go home” mentality had seemed a ridiculous waste to her.
Dear Lord, her family. What would her daddy say? As a long-standing judge, he was sort
of a colleague of Andrew’s. She closed her eyes and rocked forward and back on the edge of
the couch.
“What if I’m overreacting?” If only this was a bad dream. Yet, did she really want that?
An undercurrent that felt vaguely like relief trickled through the anger and humiliation and
“About which part, your fiancé cheating or who he was cheating with?” Wyatt stuck a
hand into his pocket, came out with the thong and tossed it on her lap.
She leapt up and brushed it off as if she were Miss Muffet and it was a venomous, hairy,
black spider. She kicked at it with the toe of her shoe. The red heart mocked her from the black
lace. Yet the little girl who’d shared her pimento cheese sandwich with Bree every day during
kindergarten wanted to be wrong.
She sank back down to the edge of the couch, feeling like she was shoring up the
situation with Scotch tape. “There could be a reasonable explanation. Like she and Andrew
went to lunch and for some reason she had them in her purse and they fell out. Maybe I’ve
jumped to the wrong conclusion.”
“Maybe.” He shrugged. She appreciated the fact he wasn’t calling her on her BS excuses
even though his face was the definition of skeptical.

“You sure you don’t mind giving me a ride?” she asked.
“I’ll get rid of your friend and take you home. That should buy you some time to figure
things out. Confront her on your terms.”
Her initial impressions of Wyatt Abbott were from the viewpoint of a preteen girl. Back
then, she’d been self-conscious of her skinny arms and legs and flyaway hair, and whenever
she’d come to the garage with her daddy, Wyatt had made it his mission to tease her
What was he now? On the surface, she’d label him a good old boy. Fun, flirty, simple.
Except, his gray eyes were anything but. Not flat like shale, but ready to spark a fire like a flint.
Raw emotions provided a sharp awareness. Her memories of him urged her to be cautious with
her trust, yet his jaw was set and his shoulders were rolled forward as if ready and willing to go
into battle.
“Why?” she finally whispered.
“Why what?”
“Why are you being so nice to me? You hated me as a kid.”
“Hated you?” He stuffed his hands into his pockets and tipped his head enough to
shutter his intensity of his eyes. “I never hated you, in fact . . .” He shook his head.
“In fact what?”
“Not important. Simply put, unlike your fiancé and your friend, I’m not an asshole. If you
don’t need me—”
“No, I do need you.” She stood but misjudged how close he was. They weren’t touching,
but she could feel his heat and appreciate his strength. “I just . . .”
Wyatt Abbott was handsome, but even more potent than his looks was an intangible
confidence and ease with himself. The man probably talked a different woman out of her
panties every weekend. Would he cash in on her humiliation for a good story to tell brothers

and drinking buddies? Did it even matter? Whether it was him or someone else, rumors would
rush through the town like their river after a storm
Insecurities pinged between her head and heart, the message clear. Protect yourself.
But surely, she could at least trust him to get her home. “I would really appreciate a lift home.”
He chaffed her arms like a coach might comfort a little kid after a loss. “It’ll be okay. You
wait here while I handle your friend, okay?”
She nodded, and he strode back toward the garage. Highlighted in a shaft of sunlight, he
hesitated at the metal door they’d ducked through and glanced behind him. A zing of
warning—or premonition?—skittered down her spine.
Her life had been spun into chaos, yet in that moment, she felt connected to Wyatt in a
way that terrified her. Then he disappeared, and she waited to discover out if her trust had
once again been misplaced.

Copyright © 2017 by Laura Trentham and reprinted by permission of St. Martin’s Paperbacks.


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An award-winning author, Laura Trentham was born and raised in a small town in Tennessee. Although, she loved English and reading in high school, she was convinced an English degree equated to starvation. She chose the next most logical major—Chemical Engineering—and worked in a hard hat and steel toed boots for several years.

She writes sexy, small town contemporaries and smoking hot Regency historicals. The first two books of her Falcon Football series were named Top Picks by RT Book Reviews magazine. Then He Kissed Me, a Cottonbloom novel, was named as one of Amazon’s best romances of 2016. When not lost in a cozy Southern town or Regency England, she’s shuttling kids to soccer, helping with homework, and avoiding the Mt. Everest-sized pile of laundry that is almost as big as the to-be-read pile of books on her nightstand.

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Pre-Order Blitz: The Lucky Heart by Devney Perry

Today we have the pre-order blitz for The Lucky Heart by Devney Perry! Be sure to preorder your copy now!

Title: The Lucky Heart

Author: Devney Perry

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Day: August 15th


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Life on his ranch could be their future. If they can overcome their past.

Felicity’s life story reads like the script to a bad soap opera. Girl’s high-school boyfriend becomes a drug addict. Girl falls for boyfriend’s best friend. Girl leaves them both behind only to return home years later for murdered ex-boyfriend’s funeral. Now she’s back home in Montana, ready to start fresh. She’s got a long list of amends to make and relationships to rebuild, including one with the man who has owned her heart for sixteen years.

Silas doesn’t need much. He’s got a great horse, close friends and the Lucky Heart ranch, but something has always been missing. He’s not an idiot. He knows the missing piece is Felicity. And now that she’s returned to Prescott, he’s got a second chance to win her heart. This time, the only thing standing in his way is history. Drudging up the past is going to be about as painful as playing tug of war with barbed wire. But if they can heal old wounds, he’ll get the girl he should have had all along.

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Release Day Blitz: All Or Nothing At All by Jennifer Probst

Today we are sharing the release of ALL OR NOTHING AT ALL by Jennifer Probst. This is the third novel in the Billionaire Builders series. Check out the buy links below. Stop by Jennifer’s facebook page for information on giveaways and more!

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HGTV’s Property Brothers meets The Marriage Bargain in this third volume in the Billionaire Builders series, an all-new, heart-wrenching, and sexy contemporary romance from New York Times bestselling author Jennifer Probst.

Tristan Pierce left the family business to carve out a life of his own, but never forgot his passionate affair with the much younger, inexperienced Sydney Greene, or the hurtful breakup that tore him apart. When he’s forced to return home and face his past, will he be able to carve out a future, or will lies ruin his second chance at love?

Sydney Greene loved Tristan her entire life but when he left, he took not only her heart, but her trust along with him. Now that they’re together again, it’s time they both face the biggest secret of all…


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Jennifer Probst wrote her first book at twelve years old. She bound it in a folder, read it to her classmates, and hasn’t stopped writing since. She took a short hiatus to get married, get pregnant, buy a house, get pregnant again, pursue a master’s in English Literature, and rescue two shelter dogs. Now she is writing again.
She makes her home in Upstate New York with the whole crew. Her sons keep her active, stressed, joyous, and sad her house will never be truly clean.
She is the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author of sexy and erotic contemporary romance. She was thrilled her book, The Marriage Bargain, was ranked #6 on Amazon’s Best Books for 2012. She loves hearing from readers. Visit her website for updates on new releases and her street team at


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