Wednesday, November 24, 2021

Blog Tour for Stroke: A Multi Author Novel

Title: Stroke
Authors: Allie Juliette Moussea | Mary Ting | Hillary Storm | Stacy Kestwick | Brooke Paige | Jennifer Miller | Sydney Lane | M. Mabie | Quinn Knightly | Kathy Coopmans | A.E. Woodward | Shantel Tessier | Alexandra Weis | Stacey Mosteller | Cora Brent | Amy Marie | Angela Corbett | C.A. Harms | S. Moose | Clarissa Wild | Jacob Chance | Marley Valentine | Winter Travers | Maria Vickers
Genre: Contemporary Office Romance Standalone
Release Date: November 10, 2021
Cover Design: Designs by Dana
Photography: Eric David Battershell

Two sexy, powerful brothers want me.
One is a perfect gentleman.
The other is rude, arrogant, and hates me.
Or does he?


Landing an interview with Stroke Magazine is a dream come true. That is until Trak Cohen, the co-owner of Stroke, boots me from the interview before it begins. He is an egotistical playboy, and I dodged a bullet. Then the unexpected: I receive a call from his brother, Trent, and I can’t turn down the position he is offering.

If only his drop-dead gorgeous brother would stop distracting me.

I will not become another notch in his belt.


Being the co-owner of a popular magazine comes with its own set of perks, including an endless supply of beautiful women at my beck and call. Except for Mia, who was hired by my brother behind my back. I don’t like her attitude or the way I can’t get rid of her. Worse yet, all of that makes her more intriguing. We can’t stand each other, but we’re stuck with the situation for now.

I’ve almost convinced myself that I care nothing about her, but when Trent goes after Mia, I want nothing more than to steal her heart for myself.

I will win in the end.

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“Thanks! See nothing to worry about Mia.” I took her hand to make sure she gets out of her seat. She grabbed the cup that was next to her on the desk with her free hand as I said. “Gentleman, you can just tell Mr. Cohen that Mia’s roommate’s granny busted a hip line dancing or bungee jumping or something.” 

        I watched as Mia’s cheeks flushed with a dark pink.

         “You knew?” 

“Of course, I knew.” I said with a prideful grin.

I escorted her through the underground parking lot and opened the passenger door of my Toyota Landcruiser. 

“This, is your car?” she asked incredulous.

“You were expecting something else?” After unlocking the vehicle, I held the passenger door open for her.

“Yes. A big pretentious, bright yellow hummer perhaps?”

“Are you disappointed?” 

“No. Only surprised.” Her brow knitted with concern. “I didn’t think we were going off site. If Trent checks on me…”

“Here we go again with this.” I have to work to keep the snark out of my voice. “What makes you think he holds any weight with me?”

“I don’t know what weight he holds with you, but he’s still my boss.”

“I’m your boss.”

“You hate me.”

“I don’t hate you.”

“You’ve said it, you’d rather have my best friend as an assistant.” She reminded me of the rude words I spoke before.

I’m disgusted with my actions towards her. 

“That’s not exactly accurate.” I held open the passenger door for her.

“Trent hired me.” Her voice quaked. “He can fire me.” 


“Honestly, Trak the only reason I even still have a job is because of Trent. If you recall, you sent me packing over perfume.”



“Would you just get in the vehicle?” Making my eyes gentle, I added. “Please.”

Surprise flashed over her face before she huffed at me. But she sat her cute ass on the passenger seat anyway.

As we took off through Manhattan, and I finally had her alone next to me, I felt myself loosen up.

Furious, she stared out the window. “What was I thinking, getting into this car with you?” 

“God, you’re gorgeous when you’re angry.”

I meant it, but of course the comment only infuriated her more, inciting vehement wrath. 

“What the… WHAT?!” she shouted. “Pull over and let me out of this car right now Trak!”

Her eyes we’re positively on fire. I could do this all day. I maneuvered the vehicle to the side of the road.

“But I haven’t shown you the something yet.” 

“I can only imagine what that something is.” She quips.

“Mia, I don’t want to be enemies.” 

“You drew those lines, Trak. From the moment we met, first when you stole my taxi, then when you treated me so appallingly at my interview. At the office. On sites. Shall I go on?”  

“I did all of that. Could you… would you… give me a second chance?”

“What makes you think you deserve one. You’re hardly even a friend.”


“You can’t even say it!” She was so hurt. All because of my behavior. I wished I could make her understand. 

“I’m sorry. I was completely wrong to have ever treated you that way. I have been a first-rate ass. Please forgive me.” 

I couldn’t take it anymore. Leaning towards her, I gently cradled the back of her head in my hand. Her chestnut hair was like silk against my palm and fingers. 

Risking her right hook—or the probability of her clawing her nails across my face—I brought her soft, pink lips closer. 

Her gaze lifted to mine, her dark, thick lashes framing her ocean blue eyes. The storm in them still raging. 

“Please.” My voice was all but a whisper as I pressed my lips against hers. 

Her mouth tasted of the chai tea she had been sipping, cinnamon spice and clove. My eyes fell closed as I leaned into her. 

Mia stiffened, but only for a moment, before she melted into the embrace. 

Her sweet lips were soft and warm. The kiss was tentative at first like we

were testing each other. 

Tasting each other.

And Mia tasted like perfection.  

Review By Gia:
Stroke in a good read. It's a unique story.  It's not an anthology; it's a calibration of 24 authors writing one story. When I realized it was not an anthology, I was worried if I would like it because I hadn't read a lot of these authors before. It flows great, and if each chapter didn't say which author it was by, I wouldn't even know there was a change in the author.  I loved Mia and Trak. They have great chemistry even though they try to fight the chemistry they have.  
4 Stars!

Stroke is a unique collaboration of 24 bestselling authors. Each chapter in this full-length novel is written by the following authors:

Chapter 1 - Allie Juliette Mousseau, USA Today Bestselling Author
Chapter 2 - Mary Ting
Chapter 3 - Hilary Storm, USA Today Bestselling Author
Chapter 4 - Stacy Kestwick, USA Today Bestselling Author
Chapter 5 - Brooke Page, USA Today Bestselling Author
Chapter 6 - Jennifer Miller
Chapter 7 - Sydney Lane
Chapter 8 - M. Mabie
Chapter 9 - Quinn Knightly
Chapter 10 - Kathy Coopmans, USA Today Bestselling Author
Chapter 11 - A.E. Woodward
Chapter 12 - Shantel Tessier, Wall Street Journal and USA Today Bestselling Author
Chapter 13 - Alexandrea Weis
Chapter 14 - Stacey Lewis, New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author
Chapter 15 - Cora Brent, New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author
Chapter 16 - Amy Marie
Chapter 17 - Angela Corbett, USA Today Bestselling Author
Chapter 18 - C.A. Harms
Chapter 19 - S. Moose
Chapter 20 - Clarissa Wild, New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author
Chapter 21 - Jacob Chance
Chapter 22 - Marley Valentine, USA Today Bestselling Author
Chapter 23 - Winter Travers, Wall Street Journal and USA Today Bestselling Author
Chapter 24 - Maria Vickers


Thursday, November 18, 2021

Release Blitz for Don't Cry Over Spilled MILF by Willow Aster & Laura Pavlov

Title: Don't Cry Over Spilled MILF
Series: G.D. Taylors #4
Authors: Willow Aster & Laura Pavlov
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: November 18, 2021


A hot, sexy playboy and a gorgeous single mother who wants nothing to do with him.
Buckle up, Susannah Brighton. Gus is coming for you. No pun intended.

I make my living writing romance.
I prefer my heroes to remain fictional.
But Gus Taylor is better than anything I could have dreamed up.
Sexy and funny and dauntingly handsome.
My little girl and I have been on our own for a long time and that’s the way I want to keep it.
But Gus Taylor makes me question everything I believe.

I’m a good-time guy.
I’ve always worn the title with pride.
But from the moment Susannah Brighton moves next door, I’m a goner.
And she’s got a little girl.
In the beginning, I think she’s just a mom I’d like to—forget about it.
All that’s changed now that I know Susannah and her angelic daughter.
I’ll do whatever it takes to win her over.
Because when you know, you know.
And I plan on writing myself into her happily ever after.



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“I don’t want to have dinner with you tonight. That’s it.” She takes a step back and claps her hands together a few times as if she’s brushing off some crumbs. “I am happy to pay you for the job with a dinner here at the apartment with Olive as we negotiated. But a date is not going to be payment.”

I gasp. “I’m not a whore. I want to take you out to dinner because I’m attracted to you, not because I expect payment.”

I turn and storm toward the bookshelves because now I’m offended. And I don’t get offended.

Aside from my disdain for olives, I’m an even-keeled dude. And I don’t need to beg for a date. I have a slew of ladies dying for me to take them out.

“I wasn’t saying you were a ... prostitute,” she says, and her tone is much softer now.

I don’t turn around even though I’m dying to, because I like that she’s being nicer now.

I have no shame in my game if making her feel guilty gets her to sway my way.

“It’s fine,” I say, as I run my hands along the wood, giving her a nice look at my oversized hands. They happen to match certain other body parts. I sniff the air, frowning. “I don’t smell cookies either. Clearly, you don’t keep your end of the bargain.”

“You had cookies yesterday,” she huffs and I grin at the bookshelves. She is so fun to rile up.

“Today’s a new day,” I say quietly. “And since you’re not agreeable to dinner tonight and you’re making me wait until Friday, and I don’t want your money, I would take a cookie or five today. I deserve something today, don’t I?”



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Releasing January 27



Willow Aster is a USA Today Bestselling author and lover of anything book-related. She lives in St. Paul, MN with her husband, kids, and rescue dog.


Laura Pavlov writes sweet and sexy contemporary romance that will make you both laugh and cry. She is happily married to her college sweetheart, mom to two awesome almost-grown kids, and dog-whisperer to a couple crazy yorkies. Laura resides in Las Vegas where she is living her own happily ever after.

Cover Reveal for It's Complicated by Kindle Alexander

Title: It's Complicated
Author: Kindle Alexander
Genre: M/M Romance
Release Date: December 7, 2021
Cover Design: Reese Dante

Nightclub manager Julian Cullen runs Reservations with impeccable precision and a deep sense of pride. But repressed memories from his abduction two years ago surface, leaving him struggling emotionally. Julian vows to reclaim his previous life but doesn’t factor in the biggest distraction of all: the handsome cowboy hanging around the club intent on gaining his attention.

Entrepreneur Beckett St. Clair built an industry-leading survivalist training company through hard work and dedication. The tough as nails outdoorsman can navigate any situation or so he thinks…When a chance encounter with a guarded night club manager leaves him tumbling head over heels into uncharted territory.

One man is lost to his past, the other dreams of a future.
Both men will soon find out love is never easy…it’s complicated.

“I’m being asked if table thirty-three can incorporate thirty-four into their party.”

Julian looked over to see a crowd of men gathered around the larger high-boy table. “No, give it some time. St. Clair’s a good customer. Get some barstools from the back, and let’s see if he arrives.”

“Hey, Julian. Have we heard from thirty-four? Is he coming in tonight?” Remington, another waiter, asked from about the midway point down the bar where he loaded his tray with cocktail glasses. “One of my guests wants to know.”

“Who wants to know?” Julian looked over to Remington’s section of tables as if a large red arrow would point him out.

“The older guy at table twenty-seven.”

Julian’s gaze locked on that table. All the men looked older, sophisticated, well put together, and handsome. Damn.

“Which one?” Julian asked.

“The older one,” Remington repeated, then turned with his tray full of drinks in his hand. “Is he coming tonight?”

So, the Marlboro Man had built a fan club involving more than just the club’s waiters and bartenders. Julian’s possessive side stood on guard. “We’re holding the table for him, but he’s late.”

Julian dug into the salad with his fork, stuffing a big bite into his mouth, and reached for the untouched glass of water nearby. He chomped out his frustration that the big, tall cowboy hat wearing mystery man was building some possible hookups.

Julian had watched as Beckett sat alone for hours at his table until some of the waiters were cut from their shifts and ended up joining the guy. Beckett had become a welcome patron in the club and his table a safe place for most of the guys who worked for Reservations to gather.

No, Julian hadn’t missed all the long lingering looks Beckett tossed his way. He liked the way Beckett watched him. Those intriguing brown eyes and that appealing gaze. Beckett was all man, every single inch of him. He knew that for a fact because he’d rubbed himself against all that masculinity when they’d danced.

An unexpected sensation had Julian dropping the fork in his hand to the plate, his gaze lowering to his trouser-covered cock. Holy hell, the way it plumped painfully against his zipper had his heart thumping wildly in his chest. The damn thing did, in fact, work. How long had it been since he’d grown hard? He couldn’t remember. Tears of happiness sprung to his eyes, making him fight to swallow the lump forming in his throat. Damn, it felt good.

How much had he had to drink? Regardless of his actions over the last few days, Julian had given up alcohol. Should he have been drinking this whole time?

“Boss, you good?” Ricco tapped the edge of the bar to gain Julian’s attention.

He paid the bartender no heed, not wanting to lose this moment. Julian had only had two cocktails over the last couple of hours. That meant he was practically sober, yet his cock was working again for the first time in a long while.

Under Ricco’s intense scrutiny, Julian’s cock deflated. He closed his eyes, bringing forth images of Beckett sitting alone at his table, rarely speaking to anyone. Every single time Beckett showed up or planned to leave for the night, his gaze sought out Julian. No matter how hard Julian fought the urge to turn Beckett’s way he eventually would turn, helpless to do anything but.

Beckett would smile and touch the brim of his hat. Fuck, what a sexy move. Beckett’s strong jaw and full lips, his dark tanned skin… Julian’s dick swelled at warp speed.

Hell yeah. Julian was helpless to stop the tear that built enough steam to trickle down his cheek. This had to mean he was healing, right?

“Julian. You good?”

He opened his eyes, prepared to share with Ricco exactly why he was great right now. His hand reached to wipe away the tear when the unique scent of outdoors, sunshine, and exotic spices hit his senses. Unmistakably Beckett. He looked over to see an expansive masculine chest and broad shoulders leaning into him as Beckett busted a move to avoid a collision with one of the busboys.

Julian lifted his gaze. Of course, he held all of Beckett’s undivided attention. They locked gazes for one, maybe two long seconds, before Ricco’s hand slapped down hard on the bar top, pulling Julian’s gaze toward Ricco.

“What?” He said the word with maybe three syllables of frustration.

Ricco showed zero cares about Julian’s obvious annoyance “Are. You. Goooda?”

“Mind your business. Concentrate on the job you’re being paid to do.” Julian motioned to the line of waiters standing at the bar, waiting for their drinks. But even that only held his attention for the briefest of moments before he happily lowered his gaze again to his dick. The damn thing was rigidly hard, straining against his form-hugging pants. Holy fuck. The relief was staggering.

Julian dropped his head between his shoulder blades, thanking the universe for this blessing.

“Mr. St. Clair, we were getting worried about you,” Ricco said.

“Call me Beckett.” The rich masculine timbre held hints of a deeply cultured southern accent, drawing Julian’s gaze to Beckett once again.

“A guy at one of Remington’s tables wants to buy your drinks tonight,” Ricco said to Beckett as he started to pour again. “He asked me to see if you’re interested when you came in.”

Julian’s head dropped forward; he couldn’t help his astonished stare. He got caught up in Beckett’s new look. Julian’s gaze narrowed to Beckett, admiring how he wore the hugely popular suit with the athletic cut. Beckett looked fashionable in a style that accented every one of his masculine curves and edges. He was clean-shaven with his hair styled and pushed back off his forehead. No cowboy hat to be found anywhere.

“Which table?” Beckett asked and turned toward the grouping of tables. His body angled to look where Remington pointed to a group of three men. Julian looked down the length of Beckett’s long body. He wasn’t wearing boots tonight or a tie. Instead, his collar was unbuttoned with a small amount of fur peaking from the opening. The look suited him. Julian’s fingers twitched to run over the man’s exposed skin. He’d bet Beckett had the same dark tan all the way down that expansive chest.

Beckett was mouthwateringly gorgeous in this new look. Who would have known the man could be even more handsome than Julian remembered?

Tonight, the man held an air of confidence that he didn’t usually have. Beckett lifted a hand to the men, grinned a sultry smile, and turned back to Ricco. “Buy his next round on me and tell him thank you, I’m flattered, but I’ve got my eye on someone else tonight.”

Best Selling Author Kindle Alexander is an innovative writer, and a genre-crosser who writes classic fantasy, romance, suspense, and erotica in both the male/male and male/female genres. It's always a surprise to see what's coming next!
I live in the suburbs of Dallas where it's true, the only thing bigger than an over active imagination, may be women's hair!
Usually, I try for funny. Humor is a major part of my life - I love to laugh, and it seems to be the thing I do in most situations - regardless of the situation, but jokes are a tricky deal... I don't want to offend anyone and jokes tend to offend. So instead I'm going to tell you about Kindle
I tragically lost my sixteen year old daughter to a drunk driver. She had just been at home, it was early in the night and I heard the accident happen. I'll never forget that moment. The sirens were immediate and something inside me just knew. I left my house, drove straight to the accident on nothing more than instinct. I got to be there when my little girl died - weirdly, I consider that a true gift from above. She didn't have to be alone.
That time in my life was terrible. It's everything you think it would be times about a billion. I love that kid. I loved being her mother and I loved watching her grow into this incredibly beautiful person, both inside and out. She was such a gift to me. To have it all ripped away so suddenly broke me.
Her name was Kindle. Honest to goodness - it was her name and she died a few weeks before Amazon released their brand new Kindle ereader. She had no idea it was coming out and she would have finally gotten her name on something! Try finding a ruler with the name Kindle on it.. It never happened.
Through the course of that crippling event I was lucky enough to begin to write with a dear friend in the fan fiction world of Facebook. She got me through those dark days with her unwavering support and friendship. There wasn't a time she wasn't there for me. Sometimes together and sometimes by myself, we built a world where Kindle lives and stands for peace, love and harmony. It's its own kind of support group. I know without question I wouldn't be here today without her.
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