Title: Mad Love

Series: Guns & Ink Series #1

Author: Shana Vanterpool

Genre: NA Romance/Contemporary

Release Date: September 25, 2017
Publisher: Swoon Romance

She was a disruption he never wanted.

He was everything she distrusted.

Klayton Caldwell owns a tattoo shop in Denver, Colorado, and has seen just about everything and met just about every kind of person. And they all have one thing in common. Ink. 

He isn’t complicated. What you see is what you get. Sex? Always. Relationships? Never. Pleasantries? He doesn’t do that either. Those who can’t handle his mouth get inked elsewhere. Klayton holds everyone at a distance, even his friends. He doesn’t do “close.”

Until Madison ends up in his tattoo parlor, broken, afraid and alone. There’s something about her, and almost immediately, Klayton’s guard drops. Now, everything he knows about himself changes as his life begins to unravel.

Twenty-year-old Madison Hart’s future was taken from her the moment she was abducted from her college campus and held captive by a sicko. After escaping, she flees, running into a stranger. A stranger who shares a similar past. Someone who might be able to help her heal. If she’ll let him. 

Madi comes into Klayton’s life like a storm. She’s beautiful. Pitiful. Dangerous. Her pain runs deep enough that she may never be able to talk about what she’s experienced. Her refusal to talk takes a level of patience Klayton’s not sure he has. 

He must navigate her broken pieces by changing everything he is. Who he’s been all these years won’t work anymore. But Madi fights him, she fights herself. She fights the madness.

She refuses to talk. He can’t control his mouth. She doesn’t want to be touched. He can’t help himself. They don’t want love. Inside this storm, is a love so mad it might destroy them both.

MAD LOVE is book 1 in the Guns & Ink series from Shana Vanterpool. Look for the rest of the Guns & Ink series coming soon from Swoon Romance. 

Book #2 Hard Love - Cat and Brando 

Book #3 Bad Love - Isaiah & Bell

Romance author, coffee drinker, and bad boy aficionado. Every second not spent breathing is an opportunity to write and read. I live in Northern California with my family and actress dog, Halle Bella. (Just Bella when she decides to cut the crap.) Escaping with a good book is something I live for and I write so others can do the same.

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Title: Let's Get Textual

Author: Teagan Hunter

Genre: Romantic Comedy

Release Date: September 8, 2017
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A wrong number is supposed to be just that—a wrong number.

Delete. Done.

Do not continue to text. Do not flirt.

A wrong number shouldn’t be the first person on your mind in the morning, or the last at night…and you’re definitely not supposed to talk them into buying a baby goat.

Because that would be weird.

When Zach Hastings and I get into a wrong-number mix-up, we don’t follow the rules. We keep texting and flirting, because he’s wicked funny and perfectly nerdy and a wonderful distraction.

I’m not looking for love, and Zach definitely had the wrong number.

But maybe…

Maybe he’s the right guy.

Delia: I fell asleep thinking of you.

Zach: Please tell me we’re about to sext.

Delia: The moment I woke up, I ran my hand down my chest between my bountiful breasts. I slowly dragged it across my flat stomach, goose bumps rising along my skin at the touch. It wasn’t until I was right at the opening of my white cotton panties that I decided I wasn’t going to touch myself because WE ARE NOT SEXTING, YOU PERVERT.

Zach: I hate you so much right now.

Zach: I HAD A SOLID BONER GOING

Delia: Did you really?

Zach: What do you expect? I’m a man, dammit! We like titties and goose bumps and white cotton panties and sex. YOU ARE EVIL.

Zach: Can we still sext later?

Delia: NO!

Delia: Maybe.

Delia: We’ll see.

Zach: Really?!

Delia: OMG NO!

Delia: ;-)

Zach: I am so confused, yet still slightly turned on.

Delia: Please stop telling me about your boner.

Zach: I will never not tell you about my boner. That’s not the kind of friendship I want.

Delia: You’re so weird.

Zach: And…

Delia: *rolls eyes* And I like it. I LIKE IT, OKAY?!

Zach: I know you do.

Delia: UGH!

Delia: FYI, I’m not sexting you. Ever.

Zach: But I’m REALLY cute…

Delia: Oh puh-lease. Every rando on the other side of the screen will say that shit. You need to prove it.

Zach: Geez, Delia, if you wanted a picture of me, all you had to do was ask.

Delia: I don’t want a picture because I’m not sexting you.

Zach: I’m sending you a picture anyway.

Zach: DOWNLOAD ATTACHMENT

I’m scared as hell to push the download button—I mean, it could be a dick pic or something. I don’t think Zach is a douchebag, but you never know.

Screw it.

I bite my lip as I watch the circle spin and the image comes through.

“Awww!”

Delia: YOU SENT ME A PICTURE OF A SMILING GOAT!

Delia: You’re officially my favorite person ever.

Zach: Told you I was cute. ;-)

Delia: How did you know they were my weakness?

Delia: Also, will you please buy me one?

Zach: 1. EVERYONE loves smiling baby goats. That’s just science. 2. No.

Delia: Rebuttal… 1. Excellent point. 2. I think you spelled yes wrong. Y-E-S.

Zach: N-O.

Delia: I knitted you a damn PENIS POTHOLDER. Least you could do to repay me for my kindness is to buy me a baby goat. Don’t be a jerk, Zach. No one likes those.

Zach: Speaking of those potholders…when am I getting those? We live close. We could always meet…

Delia: You think you’re so slick.

Zach: Aren’t I?

Delia: No.

Zach: Well?

Delia: I’ll consider it, but later. I still have to ensure you’re not a creeper.

Zach: You’ll knit a man potholders but won’t give them to him? Who’s the jerk now?

Delia: Buy me that baby goat and we have a deal.

Zach: You play a tough hand, Delia.

Delia: Question is, will you win this round, or will I?

By day I’m a freelance cover designer. By every other free moment, a writer. I’m a Missouri raised gal, but I currently live in North Carolina with my US Marine husband where I spend my days begging him for a cat. I survive off coffee, pizza, and sarcasm. When I’m not writing, you can find me binge-watching various TV shows, especially Supernatural and One Tree Hill. I like cold weather, buy more paperbacks than I’ll ever read, and I never say no to brownies.

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Title: Pitch Please

Series: There's No Crying in Baseball
Author: Lani Lynn Vale

Genre: Sports Romance

Release Date: September 8, 2017

Baseball is life, the rest is just details.

Everyone who’s played the game has heard those words a time or two. But Hancock has heard them his entire life from his parents. His family has lived and breathed baseball even before he started little league.

Hancock “Parts” Peters has a name that inspires grins across many faces, but the moment those faces get their first look at him, those grins slide away.

Hancock is gruff, filterless, and doesn’t give a crap who he offends. He is the only man in baseball who doesn’t care if he gets an endorsement or not. He’s there to play the game. He’s there to win. He’s there because baseball is his life.

People think he’s a jerk.

And maybe he is. But if that’s how he has to come off to get people to leave him the hell alone so he can play in peace, so be it. The less people he has to worry about offending, the better.

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Don’t let the fear of striking out hold you back. 

Sway Coffman didn’t mean to rock the boat. She was just there to do her job.

Sure, she was a woman in a man’s world. Yes, she beat out several of those men to get the job as head athletic trainer for the professional baseball team, The Texas Lumberjacks. And yeah, she now got hate mail from those men.

But she’s good at her job, and she earned the position.

What she is not good at, however, is talking to men.

Men seem to see her curvy hips, large breasts and thick thighs and automatically think she is incompetent. Because surely a fat girl couldn’t get the job treating some of the most fit and athletic men in the world, right?

Wrong.

This fat girl got the job, and she is proud of it.

What else did she get?

The attention of the sexiest bearded man she’d ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on.

It was enough to bring to her down to her knees…in front of that man, the hot and grumpy baseball player, Hancock Peters.

I’m a married mother of three. My kids are all under 5, so I can assure you that they are a handful. I’ve been with my paramedic husband now for ten years, and we’ve produced three offspring that are nothing like us. I live in the greatest state in the world, Texas.

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