27 May 2022

A Night with the Billionaire by Aria Devan Book Blitz!

 

A Night with the Billionaire by Aria Devan 

Publication Date: May 27, 2022 

Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

Purchase: Universal Link | Preorder Book 1

A one-night stand—that was all it was meant to be. When I land my dream job as PA to one of the biggest hotel owners in Las Vegas the celebration leads me into bed with a stranger. Sneaking out the morning after a mindblowing evening isn’t my greatest moment, but I don’t want the awkward small talk. Imagine my surprise when I turn up at work for my first day and my one-night stand is none other than my boss and CEO of the hotel chain I’m working for. My one-night stand is my billionaire boss and he wants me.

About the Author

Aria Devan is a steamy contemporary pen name written by USA Today bestselling authors Jessica Ames and Brooke Summers Please note that Aria Devan writes steamy serialised contemporary romance. Each story is a novella and ends in a cliffhanger… 

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Before Beltane (Celtic Fervour Series) By Nancy Jardine Blog Tour! @nansjar @maryanneyarde @coffeepotbookclub #HistoricalFiction #RomanEmpire #AncientWorld #BlogTour #CoffeePotBookClub

 

Book Title: Before Beltane

Series: Celtic Fervour Series 

Author: Nancy Jardine

Publication Date: 29th April 2022

Publisher: Nancy Jardine with Ocelot Press

Page Length: 268 Pages

Genre: Historical Fiction



Two lives. Two stories. One future.


AD 71 Northern Britannia

At the Islet of the Priestesses, acolyte Nara greets each new day eager to heal the people at Tarras Hillfort. Weapon training is a guilty pleasure, but she is devastated when she is unexpectedly denied the final rites of an initiated priestess. A shocking new future beckons for Princess Nara of the Selgovae…


In the aftermath of civil war across Brigantia, Lorcan of Garrigills promotion of King Venutius is fraught with danger. Potential invasion by Roman legions from the south makes an unstable situation even worse. When Lorcan meets the Druid Maran, the future foretold for him is as enthralling as it is horrifying…


Meet Nara and Lorcan before their tumultuous meeting of each other in The Beltane Choice, Book 1 of the acclaimed Celtic Fervour Series.


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Before Beltane

Nara-A New Future Beckons


Inside the roundhouse Nara halted at the doorway. She lifted her chin and faced her father, who sat in his usual place at the far end of the firestones. Though it cost her dearly, she held her tongue and waited for him to speak.


Callan took his time, while the elder entered the room behind her and walked up towards him. On the elder’s heels, Cearnach came in, but remained alongside her.


A hushed conversation took place between the chief and his elder, too low for Nara to hear properly.


Callan then deigned to direct his words her way. “I am told you have been very resourceful since your return to Tarras. You have been out of the hillfort every day, though you have always come back.”


Nara almost laughed. Was her father attempting to converse nicely?


“Did you expect me to run away?” She refused to soften her tone.


“I did not!” Callan’s words became more shrill.


Nara decided there was nothing to lose. “Did you expect me to beg you for help?”


Her father’s harrumphing reached all the way down the long fireside.


She found she could not leave it at that. “Do you expect me to beg right now?” It was with great difficulty that she maintained her dignity.


Callan’s arm waving was imperious. ”Come closer. We do not need the whole of Tarras to hear us.”


Nara padded forward, wariness sitting on her shoulder. Callan generally wanted everyone to hear what he had to say.


“That will be far enough.” Callan’s upraised palm was a deterrent to coming any closer, though the man took his time to speak.


She still stood well short of him and idly wondered if her father was worried she was about launch an attack on him. On thinking about it, she decided that the idea had merit, but taking the old man’s life in such a way would not give her sufficient satisfaction. Slow and painful would be better retribution. But they were unworthy thoughts – she was sure the goddess Dôn would not approve.


“They tell me you have been persistent in asking to train with that highly-valued warrior behind you.”


To say she was surprised at the way the conversation was turning did not do it justice.


“I would like to do weapon training again with Cearnach, but I hear that you have many tasks for him outside of the hillfort.” She maintained his stare, actually finding it easier than she expected. Her blood was roiling inside her, but her father did not need to know that. “Perhaps Cearnach is too busy to help me sharpen my sword skills?”


The jut of Callan’s jaw and the lip-curl told her just how much he was reining in his temper.


The elder leaned closer to the chief and whispered. “The horse.”


Callan’s cheeks tightened as if it was difficult for him to speak. “I remember. I am coming to that.”


She watched her father turn to face his elder, his expression more reconciled than aggressive towards the old man at his side, though his next terse words belied it. “You may go, your duty is done for now.”


As the elder stepped past her to leave the room, Nara noted the small smile of satisfaction on his face.


“You have pestered the horse handlers every day about riding the filly.” Callan’s word drew her attention back to him.

 

Again, Nara almost laughed. Her father’s comments were succinct, wrenched out of him, whereas he generally like to bluster.


“Aye. I have missed riding her.”


Callan snorted, and peered down the room. Without turning round, Nara guessed the elder had just gone through the entrance tunnel. Callan impatiently waved his arm at her, a very wide gesture of dismissal. “Move right back near the door. I need to talk to Cearnach.”


Her father broke eye contact with her to look directly at Cearnach, who stepped up the room and took her place closer to the chief.


Standing back down near the door, Nara was quite amused that Callan had actually had her so close to his presence for even a few moments of discourse.


“I need to send you on another errand outside the hillfort. Are you willing to have this…” Callan’s words hesitated, dripping with disdain. “…so-called daughter of mine accompany you?”


It was obvious to Nara that Callan had omitted the word failed, or something of that nature. The man’s expression was wreathed with his usual contempt for her.


Cearnach, she was pleased to see, did not hesitate.


“I will be honoured to ride out with Princess Nara any time you wish.”


Callan’s head nodded, a sneer curling his lips. “Then you are a more magnanimous warrior than most others around here.”


Nara stood there waiting, once again put aside as Callan described what he wanted Cearnach to do.


“You want me to take the big chestnut stallion?” Cearnach asked.


“Aye, that one.” Callan said. “It is a Roman horse, a much taller and sleeker breed than our own.”


Nara barely listened as Callan went on to brag to Cearnach about which chief from the south had sent him the horse. There was no brevity in his expansive boasting when talking to his warrior.


Nara watched Cearnach’s nod of agreement, though she could not see his facial expressions.


“And you believe that Rigg of Raeden Hillfort has a mare that may be of a similar breed?” she heard Cearnach ask.


Nara’s thoughts drifted. Was Callan actually going to let her ride away from the hillfort, on Eachna, to do something useful for the tribe? An unaccustomed thrill started deep inside her, and was very difficult to control. She felt her lips widening. But even though she was partly obscured by Cearnach’s bulk, she refused to show Callan her pleasure.


“Aye. I know it could be dangerous.” Callan was answering, but she only half-listened. “If Roman ships have landed on any part of my coastline, or even further south on the opposite side of the firth on Carvetii sands, their marauding Roman soldiers could be anywhere now.”


“Is sending Princess Nara not too dangerous?” Cearnach’s question was circumspect.


Callan’s nasty laugh jolted Nara from her wanderings.


“Nay, not at all.” Her father’s smile was dismissive.


To her surprise, Callan beckoned Cearnach to lean in even closer, his words becoming more indistinct. Her father was not whispering, far from it, but was secretive. Though she was not intended to hear the next words, she did.


“At the first signs of Roman trouble, you will abandon her and get yourself to safety,” Callan ordered. “Do not put your life at risk. I need you for many more tasks.”


“But…” Cearnach got no further, his words cut off by Callan’s aggressive tones.


“If she dies it will make no difference to me – her life is entirely expendable. The task I send you on is not an important one, but it will appease the elders who constantly harass me to do something more about her status.”


Nara felt the silence in the room deafening.

(1184)



Nancy Jardine


Nancy Jardine lives in the spectacular Castle Countryof Aberdeenshire, Scotland. Her main writing focus has, to date, been historical and time travel fiction set in Roman Britain, though shes also published contemporary mystery novels with genealogy plots. If not writing, researching (an unending obsession), reading or gardening, her young grandchildren will probably be entertaining her, or shell be binge-watching historical films and series made for TV. 


She loves signing/ selling her novels at local events and gives author presentations locally across Aberdeenshire. These are generally about her novels or with a focus on Ancient Roman Scotland, presented to groups large and small. Zoom sessions have been an entertaining alternative to presenting face-to-face events during, and since, the Covid 19 pandemic restrictions.


Current memberships are with the Historical Novel Society; Scottish Association of Writers; Federation of Writers Scotland, Romantic Novelists Association and the Alliance of Independent Authors. Shes self-published with the author co-operative Ocelot Press.


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Speakeasy: A Time Travel Novel by Elyse Douglas Book Tour and Giveaway plus Guest Review!

Speakeasy by Elyse Douglas

 Speakeasy: A Time Travel Novel by Elyse Douglas 
 Publisher: Broadback (April 5, 2022)
 Category: Time Travel, Historical Fiction Romance 
Tour Dates May 3-June 30
 ISBN: Coming Soon Available in Print and ebook, 375 pages
  Speakeasy

Description Speakeasy by Elyse Douglas

In 2019, A West Village Nightclub Singer, Roxie Raines, stumbles through a basement doorway into the past and finds herself in Roaring Twenties New York, with all its dangers, secrets, excitement, and romance. Roxie Raines lurches through a secret basement doorway in 2019, and time-slips back to New York’s raucous Roaring Twenties. While she dazzles the speakeasy crowds with her “modern sound,” she gets trapped in the dangerous web of Frankie Shay, an evil club owner. She struggles to escape his control and return to the basement doorway that sent her to 1925. When she meets the handsome detective, Jake Kane, it’s love at first sight, but Jake has a secret past, and her own time travel secret makes him suspicious. Roaring Twenties New York comes alive with flappers, gangsters, romance and speakeasies and Roxie’s stunning rise to stardom could come with the price of losing both the man she loves and her own life.

Speakeasy

Guest Review by Laura

'Speakeasy' by Elyse Douglas is a stunning and enveloping novel, that whisks the reader back to a time of flappers and gangsters.

The 1920's were an interesting time for America. Prohibition had taken over the country, jazz music was all the rage and the cities were just starting to see a new kind of criminal-- mafia bosses who controlled large swaths of the city. These are all things that the main character of 'Speakeasy' has to contend with right away as she is launched back into the past via a hidden portal in the basement of a bar. 

In 2019, Roxie Raines takes a temporary singing gig at a 1920's themed bar called Speakeasy. But while attempting to chase off an intruder, she accidentally stumbles upon a strange blue door in the basement. Upon going through the door, she is instantly transported to the 1920's, where she ends up in a strange alleyway outside of a bar. 

It turns out that the bar is owned by a local gangster called Frankie Shay, who, paranoid as criminals tend to be, decides to hold Roxie prisoner until she can prove to him that she is not a government spy. Thrown into a world that she doesn't understand, and trying desperately to get back to her own time, Roxie must face the trails and tribulations of a woman in the 1920's by herself. 

That is, until she meets a handsome private detective by the name of Jake Kade, and manages to enlist his help. Will Roxie be able to get back home? This is a question that you're going to have to read the book to find out. I would never spoil it! 

This is a five-star read and one that should be experienced by anyone who loves a time travel book!

Praise Time With Norma Jeane: Time Travel Novel by Elyse Douglas

“A delightful and enthralling read! Elyse Douglas captured magic and put it on the page.”—Ambling Bookworm Reviews

“This is just an astonishing read that will have you hooked on page one and won’t let go till the last. I read it all in one sitting and could not put it down.”• —Donadee’s Corner Reviews

Praise Christmas Eve Series by Elyse Douglas

“The Christmas Eve Letter is a beautiful, poignant story. It is well written and will have you turning the pages eagerly. All of the characters are well thought out, and believably written, together with the well-constructed scenery, that has you feeling as if you yourself have just stepped into the past. The story is unique and moving. It will hold you long after you turn the last page. A perfect Christmas tale of love and hope.”-Whispering Stories

“This book is the perfect vehicle for a movie, and I can only hope that there will be more in the series. This novel is truly as close to perfection as the reader could imagine! 5 Stars!”--My Devotional Thoughts Blog and Reviews

“I enjoyed the new characters, an update on characters from the first book, and the possibility for more books. If you enjoy time travel-themed novels you will love these books!”--StoreyBook Reviews

“I am most impressed that this book did so well as a stand-alone novel. Kudos to the author! If you are looking for a good Christmas book with time travel, give this a go!”--Carole's Bookshelves

“I love this whole story, and I especially love Patrick and Eve's romance and all of the adventures that they go on together. Eve is exactly my kind of character. I still can’t stop thinking about the feeling that it gave me and the arc that the characters went on. Everyone really developed a lot in this story and it was so rewarding as a long-time reader to watch that happen. It feels like every new book in this series just keeps getting better and better and I love these characters more and more. Every time a new one comes out I feel like a kid on Christmas morning. The Christmas Eve Secret is my favorite in the series so far, but if you have not read the first two books I would recommend doing that as soon as possible! If you enjoy romance, time travel, mystery and great writing, I promise that you won't regret dipping a toe into this series.”--Cuzinlogic

About Elyse Douglas

Speakeasy by Elyse Douglas

Elyse Douglas is the pen name for the married writing team Elyse Parmentier and Douglas Pennington. She and her husband, Douglas Pennington, have completed many novels, including The Other Side of Summer, The Summer Letters, The Christmas Eve Series, Time Visitor, Time Change, The Summer Diary, and The Christmas Diary Series. 
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This giveaway is for 3 copies with the winners choice of print or ebook. Print is open to Canada and the U.S. only and ebook is open worldwide. This giveaway ends on July 1, 2022 midnight, pacific time. Entries accepted via Rafflecopter only.

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Vive La Résistance (Donovan Trait#3) by Seelie Kay Release Blitz! @BookReviewTours @SeelieKay @b00kr3vi3ws @seeliekay51


Things are gonna get messy…

An illegal union, a banned birth, a Great Lie, and now, genocide. Vampire lawyer Donovan Trait and his wife, chemically-turned Judge Shirley Magnusen, are battling for their lives and the lives of their children. The Vampire Coalition wants them dead, but now the despots have also decided to expand their net, targeting any vampire whose blood is mixed with human or Were. Half-bloods are already treated like dirt by the Vampire Nation. They have been subjected to centuries of discrimination and cruelty at their hands. As the Coalition embarks on a campaign of terror, destruction, and slaughter, millions of half-bloods emerge from the shadows, ready and willing to reclaim their place in the Vampire Nation. The problem is, war cannot be unleashed out in the open in the human world, battles must be fought in other ways. Even with an island of highly-skilled vampire nuns and a few Weres and humans at that their side, it appears the Traits may be fighting an unwinnable war. Their only option may be to sacrifice their own lives in the hopes of setting all other half-bloods free.


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Read an Excerpt from Vive La Résistance


Donovan shifted on the lounger and muttered incomprehensively, then he emitted a rumbling snore.

“Hey, y’all. So yeah, vampires are real and they’re not above doing the dirty to those who share their blood. Take a look at this.” The Tik-Tokker grinned. “You are not gonna believe it. It’s so shady.”
Video of the Coalition camps rolled across the screen. Occasionally, the camera zeroed in a dirty or bruised Millennial, or a guard pushing a group of people into a building, their ankles locked together with some sort of rope. They were seen eating off of metal plates and lined up to fill a metal cup with something from a barrel. It wasn’t water. The liquid was rust-colored and thick, like blood.

“And the dudes running the place have a Marie Antoinette fetish. You know—” The woman mimicked a knife across her throat. “Off with their heads?” She giggled.

A guillotine appeared on camera. About ten people were in line, each with a black hood over their heads and their arms bound behind them. One at a time, they were pushed onto a stage and forced to their knees, their necks positioned directly under the blade. With manic efficiency, a guard released the blade. Most heads flew into a barrel in front of the platform. The ones that rolled off onto the stage were kicked to their final destination. The headless bodies were tossed onto a pile on the ground.

“Oh, grosss,” the woman complained. She leaned toward the camera. “Kind of like a bad zombie movie, isn’t it?” She sat back in her chair and made a face. “Whatever. I mean, like, are we supposed to believe that’s really happening? Isn’t that against the law or something?” She cackled. “As if.” She leisurely stretched her body, her crop top exposing a belly button ring. “I’m so shook.”

The woman tossed her hair over her shoulder and smiled. “Now, I’m not sharing this for the views. It is kind of sus. But if this shit is real, someone needs to get off the pot and do something about it. Aren’t there any woke cops out there who can play the James Bond card? Before anymore—” She swiped her finger across her throat and giggled. Then the screen went black.

Donovan shot up in his chair and blinked. Once. Twice. He shook his head and attempted to gather himself. What the hell? Sure, he had needed the sleep, even if it was only a thirty-minute nap, but the dreams he could do without. It had been less than forty-eight hours since the worldwide kidnappings. Donovan knew preparations for rescue were underway. But he also knew Bengotten and Hannigan were capable of even greater cruelty. He could only imagine the terror and the torture the victims were being subjected to. 

It was difficult to understand how the vampire world was capable of this. He had long prided himself on their natural superiority, their ability to rise up above the petty politics and unjustified violence in the human and Were worlds. Yet overnight, vampires had become the monsters, the tyrants capable of such evil. That astonished him. For the first time in his long existence, Donovan was ashamed of being a vampire. If it was possible, he might very well submit to being turned into a human or a Were. He buried his face in his hands. Yes, he could live as a human. Perhaps he could ask Dr. Alvarez to find a way to turn off his vampirism, maybe using the gene-editing Marilyn could not stop talking about.

 About Seelie Kay:

Award-winning author Seelie Kay writes about lawyers in love, sometimes with a dash of kink.

Writing under a nom de plume, the former lawyer and journalist draws her stories from more than 30 years in the legal world. Seelie’s wicked pen has resulted in nineteen works of fiction, including the new paranormal romance series Donovan Trait, as well the erotic romance Kinky Briefs series and The Feisty Lawyers romantic suspense series. She also authored The Last Christmas, The Garage Dweller, A Touchdown to Remember, The President’s Wife, The President’s Daughter, Seizing Hope, The White House Wedding, and participated in the romance anthology Pieces of Us.

When not spinning romantic tales, Seelie ghostwrites nonfiction for lawyers and other professionals. Currently, she resides in a bucolic exurb outside Milwaukee, WI, where she enjoys opera, the Green Bay Packers, gourmet cooking, organic gardening, and an occasional bottle of red wine. 

Seelie is an MS warrior and ruthlessly battles the disease on a daily basis. Her message to those diagnosed with MS: Never give up. You define MS, it does not define you!

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