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BLUE COLLA MAKE YA HOLLA ♥ ♥ RELEASE BLITZ
Blue Colla Make Ya Holla Box Set
Ten novellas featuring sexy blue collar men.
Brand new stories – never before released!
March 1, 2015
Featuring
Laramie Briscoe (Amazon Best Selling Author of the Heaven Hill Series)
Title: Hot, Summer Nights
Heat Level: Steamy
Blue Collar Hero: Dirt Track Racer
Chelsea Camaron (Amazon Best Selling Author of the Hellions Series)
Title: Heath
Heat Level: Steamy
Blue Collar Hero: Oil Rigger
Carian Cole
Title: Twist
Heat Level: Very Steamy
Blue Collar Hero: Motorcycle Fabricator & Airbrusher
Seraphina Donavan
Title: Nobody But You
Heat Level: Very Steamy
Blue Collar Hero: Tattoo Artist
Aimie Grey
Title: Never to Hope
Heat Level: Very Steamy
Blue Collar Hero: Road Crew Worker
Bijou Hunter
Title: Rebound Biker
Heat Level: Steamy
Blue Collar Hero: Construction Worker
Stella Hunter
Title: Rescuing the Bridesmaid
Heat Level: Moderately Steamy
Blue Collar Hero: Tow Truck Driver
Cat Mason
Title: Unhinged
Heat Level: Steamy
Blue Collar Hero: Roofer
Christina Tomes
Title: Defending Her Turf
Heat Level: Steamy
Blue Collar Hero: Owner of a Landscaping Business
Laramie Briscoe
Title: Rough Patch (Heaven Hill Series 6.5 – Jagger)
Heat Level: Steamy
Blue Collar Hero: Mechanic
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Darkness, Losing Control, & Worth the Battle
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There was no way to tell what time it was, only that it was still dark, much later when she awakened. Layne’s hands were in her hair, tugging her this way and that. His mouth owned hers as he situated her to his liking, stroking his tongue against hers. Never before had she been kissed like this—so thoroughly. Trying to catch her breath, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her sensitive body to his. Since he had come back, she’d wanted this. She had all but thrown herself at him on so many occasions. Was this finally happening? Her stomach tickled as he moved his hands down her sides and stopped at her hips, fitting her body as tightly to his as he could. He ground himself into her, groaning deeply in his throat.
“Layne,” she gasped as he ripped his lips from hers, burying them in her neck. His breath was warm against her skin, moisture from his mouth trailed down the column as his tongue licked a trail towards her chest. This was all moving so fast; she wasn’t prepared for it at all. Her hands were on his head, and she gripped slightly, hoping to bring him to where she was, to slow things down. As soon as her fingers tightened, his body tensed.
Without warning, his hands moved from her hips. One hand pushed an arm up over her head, pinning her against the mattress, another came around her neck, squeezing tightly. She fought to open her eyes, and when she did, the person looking back at her wasn’t Layne. His eyes were so cold, glazed over, and his mouth sat in a firm line. He was breathing heavily, but it was obvious he was having a hard time realizing where he was.
“You have it don’t you?” he yelled at her.
She couldn’t answer, even if she had wanted to. The grip on her throat was too tight, too punishing. Jessica kicked with her feet, hoping to dislodge him, but even though he was no longer on active duty, he was in very good shape. He wasn’t overly muscular, but he was very lean and very much in control of his precise movements at this point. It scared her that she couldn’t take a breath into her lungs, and he didn’t seem to realize what kind of distress she was in.
“Don’t lie to me,” he yelled at her again. “I know you have it.”
Thrashing her head to the left and then to the right allowed her to get enough room to breathe, and when she did, she let loose with a blood-curling scream. Even that didn’t break the spell that Layne seemed to be under. Within moments, the door to the room burst open revealing Tyler and Liam.
Immediately, Tyler took in the situation and ran over to where they lay. “Layne, my man,” he told him as reached down and grabbed the other man by the waist. “Don’t fight me,” he yelled at him when Layne began kicking. Tyler’s muscles bulged as Layne struggled against him. It took everything Tyler had to hang onto the other man.
Liam scooped Jessica up from where she lay, helping to pry Layne’s hands from around her neck. “You alright?”
She gasped, inhaling deep breathes, rubbing the sore spot around her throat. “I’m good,” she heaved. “But I’m worried about him.”
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To Be
Single mother.
Laid off factory worker.
Drug runner for the Heaven Hill Motorcycle Club.
When Denise Cunningham is served with
foreclosure papers on her birthday it’s the last straw in a long line of bad
luck. Sitting and crying about things has never been how she solved her
problems, but this time she decides to do just that. A phone call interrupts
her pity party and changes the course of her life forever.
Loyal brother.
Grease monkey mechanic.
Vice President of the Heaven Hill Motorcycle
Club.
William Walker Jr., known as Liam to his club,
needs a new recruit that is just naïve enough and desperate enough to do what
he asks without question. When Denise Cunningham lands in his lap, he decides
to hire her – not because he wants to, because he has to.
Neither are comfortable in their new roles, but
he needs help and she can’t stand to lose anything else.
As bullets fly and a local Bowling Green, KY
reporter works to bring the club down, Liam and Denise find themselves getting
closer to one another. When the stakes get high and outside forces try to keep
them away from each other, they have to decide if they really are meant to be.
of Darkness
Ex-News reporter.
Rape survivor.
Former enemy of the Heaven Hill MC.
Meredith Rager’s life completely changed the
night she was attacked by an unknown person. Once a vibrant force that
threatened everything about Heaven Hill, she is now under their care. The only
place she feels safe is inside their compound. When she decides to take back
the part of her life that her rapist took away, she discovers secrets that once
again could tear the club apart.
Orphan.
Formidable force of nature.
Loved member of the Heaven Hill MC.
Tyler Blackfoot came into the world a John Doe.
An orphan from the moment that he took his first breath, the only thing anyone
knew was his Native American heritage. For most of his life, he’s been alone –
except for the club that has taken him in as their own. When he rescued
Meredith, a protective side of his personality came out that he never knew he
had. Protecting her means everything – even when he discovers danger might be
closer than either of them thought possible.
Together, the two of them are trying to make a
life for themselves. Against everything they have, they’re hoping to see the
light that will lead them out of darkness.
Losing
Control
Strip-club waitress.
Aspiring teacher.
Friend of the Heaven Hill MC.
Bianca Hawks met Jagger Stone in the mostembarrassing of ways. After watching him play music at Wet Wanda’s for months,
she fell half naked into his arms after a drunken bout with a stripper pole and
the back of a pick-up truck. Avoiding him and his killer smile no longer works
when she needs her car repaired and he comes to her rescue. His request for
payment comes in the form of date nights spent with just the two of them – away
from both the strip club and the MC.
Tough guy with model good looks.
Talented musician.
Newly patched member of the Heaven Hill MC. Jagger Stone only wanted two things – to be a
patched member of the Heaven Hill MC and to get to know Bianca Hawks. One for
two isn’t bad, but when her car breaks down and she’s left with no one else to
help her, he plays the situation to his advantage. Over late nights driving up
and down the interstate and nights in spent at her apartment, Jagger realizes
that there is so much more to Bianca than he ever knew.
When her dream of becoming a school teacher is
threatened by someone who wants her all to himself, the two of them are thrown
into a dangerous game of cat and mouse. For the first time, Heaven Hill isn’t
sure what they are up against or if they can keep their family safe. In times
of danger, Bianca and Jagger know the only thing they can do is hold onto each
other while trying not to admit they are losing control.
The Battle
Secret writer of erotic romance.
Trusts only Layne O’Connor of the Heaven Hill MC.When Jessica Shea fears that her privacy is in danger, she takes the drastic step to leave her life behind and escape to the only person who’s never treated her like the movie star she is. He’s the one person who’s never sold a story to the tabloids and who knows the real Jessica, the one underneath the makeup and high-gloss shine of Hollywood.
Their friendship has stood the test of time. Now, someone has stolen private photos and writings from her home. Things that she doesn’t want the public at large to see. There’s only one place she knows she can go to be under the radar and lick her wounds.
That place is wherever Layne O’Connor is.
War Veteran.
Striving to live a normal life.
Member of the Heaven Hill MC.
Layne left a piece of himself in the war zone. Fighting PTSD and demons that he can’t explain has left him tired and changed from the man he was before he went overseas.
The only thing he feels like he excels at anymore is being a criminal, and he gladly does it for his brothers of the Heaven Hill MC. The only people who took him in when no one else knew what to make of his anger and
When Jessica arrives, however, she’s a trigger for everything he’s trying to forget. She makes him remember who he was before his life went to hell, she makes him want to get himself back. While working through those issues, he and Jessica are racing against an unknown enemy—someone who wants to destroy her reputation and take her sweetheart persona with it.
As they both work to trust each other and figure out just who her enemies are, they learn that love is never easy. They have to decide if the victory is worth the battle.
Laramie Briscoe is the author of the bestselling Heaven Hill Series & the new Rockin’ Country Series.
Her grandmother encouraged a love of reading when she secretly passed along her romance novels after finishing them. That love of reading and a vivid imagination sparked a love of writing.
An avid TV and movie enthusiast, a nail polish hoarder, Starbucks addict, an obsessive book reader, and a lover of all things that sparkle and glitter. She lives in South Central Kentucky with her husband and her cat. She is currently writing and editing the millions of stories that roll around in her head on a day-to-day basis.
Follow along with her as she tries to make all her dreams come true!
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Spotlight on Melissa Schroeder’s Logan!!
Grab your coffee peeps! I have been waiting for this one. All of us here on the blog are HUGE Mel fans. It’s a great honor to be spotlighting LOGAN for you today! We have an excerpt and Mel has a tour wide giveaway going on, make sure you check out the link.
LOGAN
Melissa Schroeder
The Cursed Clan Series, Book 3
Harmless Publishing (August 26, 2014), 200 pages
A man who always sees beneath the surface.
Logan has lived his dream of being an artist for hundreds of years. He’s painted some of the most beautiful women in the world, but none of them compare to Meghan Campbell. When they are paired up to go after the next jewel, resisting her becomes almost impossible, but he knows he must. The witch is hiding something and until he knows what that is, he cannot fully trust her.
A woman who can lure any man.
As a witch with siren abilities, Meg has never had a problem with the opposite sex. That is, until she met Logan. The irritating man seems to be the one person in the world who doesn’t succumb to her spell. Unfortunately, he is the one man she really wants. No matter how hard she tries, he resists her. As they embark on their quest for the next jewel, tempers flare and passion ignites. But when a new layer of the curse is revealed, they discover their failure could put lives in danger. The two must work together to fight the rising power against them and hope that those who support the Clan survive the fight.
Buy link: http://melissaschroeder.net/books/clan/logan.php#order
About Melissa Schroeder:
From an early age, USA Today Bestselling Author Melissa loved to read. First, it was the books her mother read to her including her two favorites, Winnie the Pooh and the Beatrix Potter books. She cut her preteen teeth on Trixie Belden and read and reviewed To Kill a Mockingbird in middle school. It wasn’t until she was in college that she tried to write her first stories, which were full of angst and pain, and really not that fun to read or write. After trying several different genres, she found romance in a Linda Howard book.
Since the publication of her first book in 2004, Melissa has had close to fifty romances published. She writes in genres from historical suspense to modern day erotic romance to futuristics and paranormals. Included in those releases is the bestselling Harmless series. In 2011, Melissa branched out into self-publishing with A Little Harmless Submission and the popular military spinoff, Infatuation: A Little Harmless Military Romance. Along the way she has garnered an epic nomination, a multitude of reviewer’s recommended reads, over five Capa nods from TRS, three nominations for AAD Bookies and regularly tops the best seller lists on Amazon and Barnes & Noble.
Since she spent her childhood as a military brat, Melissa swore never to marry military. But, as we all know, Fate has her way with mortals. She is married to now retired AF major and is raising her own brats, both human and canine. She spends her days giving in to her addiction to Twitter and spends her days thankful for their new home and the short trip to Wegmans.
Excerpt from Logan:
Logan rolled over trying to get comfortable in his bed, but he knew it was useless. His brain wouldn’t shut off. The trip ahead, not to mention his companion, had him antsy. He couldn’t seem to quit thinking about the way she had looked tonight, the way she had smiled at him, and the sound of her voice. He had been truthful when he said that he hadn’t been lured by it. But…now he couldn’t get it out of his head.
He slipped out of bed. After stretching the kinks out of his back, he pulled on a pair of pajama bottoms and a t-shirt, and decided to have some tea and biscuits. As he made his way to the kitchen, he started to make a mental list of places he wanted to visit while they were in Paris. It had been a few years since he’d been there. He knew they were there for the quest, but there was no reason he couldn’t enjoy the art. It would be more convincing for their cover story. He might even take Meg to a place or two.
Thinking back to his last trip, he wondered if they had been there at the same time. The timing was pretty close so they would have to compare notes. There is one thing he knew without a doubt. If they had come into contact with each other, he would have remembered her.
It was hard to ignore Meghan. With the riot of honey brown curls that spilled down her back, those amazing whiskey brown eyes, and the curvy body she showcased proudly, most men took notice. But, there was another quality, something beneath the surface that he could not seem to comprehend. That is, if she wasn’t irritating him.
He shook his head as he stepped into the kitchen.
He was not alone.
Standing at the stove, dressed all in red, was Meg. There was only the light above the stove to light the room.
Logan watched her for a few seconds. She seemed so alone there, so quiet. Even in a silk robe that screamed seduction, there was a quietness about her Logan had never seen before.
He must have moved because she jumped and spilled some of the boiling water on her hand.
“Damn,” she said and dropped the kettle. It crashed against the burner, but he paid no attention to it as he rushed forward.
“Did you get burned?” he asked, as he grabbed her hand.
She tried to wiggle free of his hold. “Well, it was boiling water, so yeah.”
He slipped his hand up to her wrist and tugged her over to the sink. After turning on the cold water, he stuck her hand under it.
“I know how to take care of a burn. I am not an infant.”
He heard the annoyance in her voice, and it rubbed against him the wrong way. He did nothing but come down to the kitchen, and she acted as if he had done something horrible.
“Feel better?” he asked, but he said it from behind clenched teeth.
“Yes.”
Logan noticed she didn’t say thank you. He turned off the water and handed her a towel.
“Mind sharing your water?”
She glanced back over to the pot, then offered him a small smile. “Since you tended my injury, I must be gracious.”
He chuckled. “Were you going to have some tea?”
She nodded. “Mine always sucks though.”
Logan snorted. “American.”
“Yes and proud of it.”
He grabbed some tea and measured it out for two cups.
“But you spend all your time here.”
She sighed. “I have a soft spot for Scotland. And Ireland, oh and Paris.”
The way she said Paris made him think that it made her sad. “But you’ve never been back to Paris since you lived there before.”
“No.”
No other explanation. Of course not. The woman was filled with secrets, but then, he could not accuse her of that. His family was steeped in them.
“Is there any chance that Morin would have people looking for you?”
“No. Well, okay, maybe. I know he keeps someone on the apartment. Last time Rena was there she saw them.”
“And they’re still alive.”
She smiled. “Yes, I told her killing them would only cause me more problems, so she abstained. She was very sad though.”
The half-fae was definitely deadly.
“I know you don’t like me, Logan.”
“I don’t trust you.”
She sighed. “And you don’t trust, which I don’t blame you. You don’t know me.”
Logan didn’t like the sadness in her voice or the way it made him feel. There was something about it that resonated within his soul. He pushed those thoughts aside.
“It doesn’t mean I don’t like you.”
She stilled, then swallowed. When she spoke, she didn’t look at him. “So, you like me?”
Her southern accent deepened. It danced over his nerve endings, sunk into his soul. It did more to him than her singing the night before. Right now, he would fight dragons to the death to make her his.
She shook her head. “Never mind.”
He had been keeping the feelings at bay for weeks. It had taken a lot of his control not to act on the need he had for her. Now, in the dark kitchen, with the silent house around them, he couldn’t resist her. He stepped closer.
“More than is good for me,” he said.
She looked up at him, her mouth half opened. He could smell the spicy scent of her, the one he dreamed about. It lured him unlike anything else before. It was so quiet around them, the peaceful night cloaking them from the rest of the house.
“Then…” she broke off. He held back a groan as he watched her tongue dart out to lick her bottom lip.
“What?” Even he heard the arousal vibrating in his voice.
“Then why do you treat me the way you do? You always look at me as if I disgust you.”
He shook his head. “You doona disgust me. You tempt me when I shouldn’t be tempted. We have no time for being muddle-headed right now.”
“But?”
“Aye, lass, but,” he said, as he slid his hand around her waist and pulled her closer to him. She fit him perfectly—too perfectly. “I’m tired of resisting.”
He damned them both as he bent his head and kissed her.
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