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Blog Tour: ‘Legacy of Lies’ by Tara Leigh

Today we are celebrating the release of LEGACY OF LIES by Tara Leigh! LEGACY OF LIES is the first novel in the series and you can purchase it now for $2.99.

THRONE OF LIES is a prequel novella from the Legacy of Lies series and it is available now, too.


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LEGACY OF LIES by Tara Leigh


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Money. Status. Wealth. Power.
I believed I was entitled to all of it.
My legacy.

Jolie Chapman.
I thought I was entitled to her, too.
My love.

In a scandal that set our families against each other, I lost.
My legacy.
My love.

I was heir to a throne built on lies, my crown forged from corruption.
Stripped of everything I’d been raised to consider my birthright.
Including my princess—who wasn’t mine, after all.

I’ve spent the past decade rebuilding my life, on my own terms.
Money. Status. Wealth. Power.
They’ve been earned.

Now I’ve returned to Manhattan for redemption, too.
Jolie wasn’t supposed to be here.
… And I wasn’t supposed to care.

Screw me once, shame on you.
Screw me twice—
Who am I kidding? I don’t believe in second chances anymore.


Excerpt 1 (conflict) 500 words


“What are you doing here?” Jolie’s voice had sharpened, words like bullets aimed my way.

At this point, I didn’t have a goddamned clue. “I live here.”

“Here, in New York?”

“As of a week ago. Your face is on a billboard right outside my apartment.”

She backed away, in the opposite direction of the open ledge, putting several feet between us. A lock of hair fell over her cheek, briefly shielding her expression from view. When Jolie turned my way again, any trace of vulnerability was gone. “And you decided to . . . what? Maul me, for old times sake?”

“Not sure that’s the word I would have used.”

“Really? What would you call it then?”

My gut twisted. The one that came to mind was mistake.

I didn’t realize I’d said it aloud until Jolie chimed in, her lips curving into a counterfeit smile. “We can agree on that, at least.” The dismissiveness in her tone made me want to throw her over my shoulder and carry her back to my place. Kiss away some of her confidence, feed off her needy moans, spank the sass out of her.

“Listen,” I exhaled a sigh, raking stiff fingers through my hair, “what we had—”

“Is behind us. We were kids.”

“Right.” I forced the word through my mouth, making liars out of us both. The last few minutes had proved our past was still very much a part of our present. “But there’s something . . .” Untangling my gaze from hers, I searched for the right words.

Clearly impatient for our interaction to be over, Jolie interrupted again. “No, Tripp. There’s nothing. Not anymore. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I really have to get out of this make-up.”

Did she have to make this so fucking hard, dismissing what we had like it was nothing?

Of course she did. She was Jolie Fucking Chapman. Difficult was in her DNA.

I pulled out my phone. “What’s your number. I’ll—”

Her eyes blazed. “What? Text me?” A bitter laugh scratched at my ears as she spun on her heel.

Against my better judgment, I followed her to where a mirror and table had been set up in front of a director’s-style chair. Jolie was settling herself into it, a woman coming at her with an open jar of thick white cream. “Give us a minute.” I snapped, just before she’d submerged her fingers.

The girl slapped the lid back on and flounced off. Jolie gawked at me. “For god’s sake, what else is there to say?” There was a tremble in her lower lip, the slightest flutter of her chin. Emotions way too close to the surface for her comfort.

Or mine.

Sending a glance skyward, I raked agitated hands through my hair. “Look, what I want to tell you isn’t about us.”

Jolie crossed her arms over her chest, a self-protective gesture. “There is no us.”

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The LEGACY OF LIES series novella, THRONE OF LIES, is available now!

THRONE OF LIES by Tara Leigh

Prequel novella to Legacy of Lies

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I was called a prodigal son.
A scion of Midas.

I believed it. Why wouldn’t I?
Everything my father touched turned to gold.

The proof was all around me.
Luxury cars.
Elite schools.
A billion-dollar business.
Even my girlfriend, a Park Avenue Princess.

I reigned from a throne of lies.
My fall from grace… wasn’t graceful at all.



Author Bio:

Tara Leigh writes steamy contemporary romance featuring tortured heroes worth lusting after and the women they didn’t know they needed. She attended Washington University in St. Louis and Columbia Business School in New York, and worked on Wall Street and Main Street before “retiring” to become a wife and mother. When the people in her head became just as real as the people in her life, she decided to put their stories on paper. Tara currently lives in Fairfield County, Connecticut with her husband, children and fur-baby, Pixie.

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Blog Tour and Author Interview: ‘Dear Mr Pop Star’ by Derek & Dave Philpott

Title: Dear Mr Pop Star

Authors: Derek & Dave Philpott

Genre: Popular Music / Humour



About the Book:

A collection of hilarious letters to iconic pop and rock stars with fantastic in-on-the-joke replies from the artists themselves: Eurythmics, Heaven 17, Deep Purple, Devo, Dr. Hook and many, many more…

For more than a decade, Derek Philpott and his son, Dave, have been writing deliberately deranged letters to pop stars from the 1960s to the 90s to take issue with the lyrics of some of their best-known songs. They miss the point as often as they hit it.

But then, to their great surprise, the pop stars started writing back…

Dear Mr Pop Star contains 100 of Derek and Dave’s greatest hits, including correspondence with Katrina and the Waves, Tears for Fears, Squeeze, The Housemartins, Suzi Quatro, Devo, Deep Purple, Nik Kershaw, T’Pau, Human League, Eurythmics, Wang Chung, EMF, Mott the Hoople, Heaven 17, Jesus Jones, Johnny Hates Jazz, Carter the Unstoppable Sex Machine, Chesney Hawkes and many, many more.



“If you don’t like this book, then you’re no friend of mine.” Ivan Doroschuk, Men Without Hats


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Dear Hazell Dean,

I found your song on the internet whilst looking for how to get to friends in Hazeldene, Chieveley.

In these celebrity and appearance-obsessed times it is admirable that you are searchin’ (looking for love) for a man who needn’t be handsome or have fortune or fame.

I fear however that you may be setting your sights a bit low, Ms Dean. You appear, rather than ”looking for someone to share your life” with’ on nights out with friends or on tentative dates, to be ”seekin’ ” a long-term partner either on the train, or, more worryingly, as reinforced by your disclosure that you ”want no disguises”, a Police I.D. Parade, as you ”move on down the line”.

It is suspected that your judgement may have been impaired by ”never sleepin”’ and that there is no guarantee that a stranger on the Underground, or for that matter, from the Underworld is likely to be ”sweet and kind’.’

”Whatever You Do, Wherever You Go”, Ms. Dean, I implore you to be cautious in your quest and not to explore ”every place you can”.


Derek Philpott


Dear Mr Philpott

Think not of “Searchin’” as a light-hearted missive, extolling the virtues of promiscuity.

No! This work should be considered a seminal piece – a late 20th Century celebration of the seeking of love above all else.


Looking for love

All the time I can.


Looking for love

I’ve got to find a man.”

This is not a transient pop song, but should be compared as contemporary to the popularist lyrics of Byron, Browning, Rossetti and Wilde.

Were these great romantics ever concerned by the trivialities of sleep sir? I think not.

As the great Oscar Wilde himself wrote:

“You don’t love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear.”

Additionally, aspersions cast on my predilection for members of the criminal fraternity are most unwelcome and unfounded,and I would therefore be grateful if you could leave me to my insomnia and romantic musings in peace.

Further to this, over the past 35 years I have received 100’s of photographs of dull establishments bearing any vague semblance of my name, in its many variants. The highlights of which include a B&B in Blackpool, and cattery in Crewe and a hovel somewhere slightly South of Brighton.

Why people presume these will interest or even slightly amuse me, I do not know.

Would you enjoy receiving a steady and annually persistent selection of “Philpotts Avenue’s”, “Philpotts Crescents” and “The Philpott Home for the Perpetually Ridiculous”? The novelty wears off very quickly I can assure you.

Quite frankly Mr Philpott the locating of your friends at Hazeldene, Chievely, is of absolutely no interest to me whatsoever.

Yours aggrievedly

Hazell Dean


Author Interview:


1: Tell us a little about yourself and what got you in to writing?

My pen-name is Dave Philpott and, alongside my dad, I write deliberately demented letters to iconic rock and pop stars regarding their lyrics, and we publish their replies – they are all in on the joke – with full consent. My dad says hilarious things about records he hears on the radio:

”Yesterday those Weather Girls said that around half past ten there was going to be a shower of geezers.. I put on a hard hat, specially.. I took it off about quarter to eleven. They were talking absolute poppycock”

… and I take notes and formulate his ramblings into fully formed letters. I came into writing as a stenographer I suppose.

2: Do you have a favourite time and place where you write?

That doesn’t really come into it. We contact the pop stars and tell them about our mad little world and hope they’ll agree to join in and be a part of it. We can sometimes go a few weeks without any material to work with. Then a whole stack might come back and tell us they really love the idea and so we have to crack on and write a slew of silly letters. Any time or place is good for us, we love writing and sending the letters off and waiting for the replies is something pretty exciting because we don’t know what each pop star will come back with.

3: Where do your ideas come from?

We’ll listen to famous song by our latest victim – sorry, ‘volunteer’, and dissect the lyrics. We’ll either find a genuine line that makes no sense and home in on that or if we can’t find anything we’ll just pretend to get the wrong end of the stick for comedic purposes, knowing full well that we’ll be put in our place.

An example of the former would be, say, Aloe Blacc, who tells us that a dollar is what he needs. He then proposes to share his story if we share a dollar with him. Well, firstly, what if the story’s a bit rubbish and we don’t want to pay for it? If Amazon Kindle refunds these days are anything to by, this is a common issue. Secondly, to literally share a dollar would be only to part with half of it. Therefore, Blacc in reality either only needs 50 cents (not the rapper in duplicate) or hasn’t thought his request through and will still be half a dollar short by the end of the transaction. It really isn’t good enough, Mr. Blacc.

An example of the latter would be Lady Gaga. She tell us, ”I was born this way”, but we’d be very surprised if the young lady had entered the world in a frock made of bacon with a telephone stuck to her head.

Do you have a plan in your head of where the story is going before you start writing or do you let it carry you along as you go?

No we just put on our ‘deranged member of the public’ heads and listen to the songs ‘in character’. Because we cannot anticipate the artists who’ll agree to be part of the project everything has to be done spontaniously and quickly.

5: What genre are your books and what drew you to that genre?

It’s a genre of its own because the project is unique. People compare us to The Timewaster Letters and the Bob Servant ‘Delete at your Peril’ stuff, which we adore. We also love Viz and are flattered to say that they love us too. We also get compared with Henry Root but that is a lazy analogy. Firstly, the writing is poor and secondly he’s vicious. There’s nothing funny about ranting. Calm lunacy is far funnier. Let’s call it ‘Interactive Polite Pop Lunacy’.

6: What dream cast would you like to see playing the characters in your latest book?

Well, all the pop stars are real, so I suppose they’re playing themselves anyway! And we are playing overblown, exaggerated versions of ourselves, so it’s already cast.

7: Do you read much and if so who are your favourite authors?

I used to! Hemingway, Camus, will change next week. I’m a big fan of Ronson and I love Mark Kermode too

8: What book/s are you reading at present?

Zen Rabbit’s Holistic Guide to Crop Circles by Rob Buckle and Rough Notes by Bruce Thomas

9: What is your favourite book and why?

The Outsider by Albert Camus. A deceptively simplistic written masterpiece about the ludicrous beings that we are.

10: What advice would you give for someone thinking about becoming a writer?

Don’t be karaoke – make your own music.

11: What are the best Social Media Sites for people to find out about you and your work?



Twitter: @derekphilpott



About the Authors:

Derek and Dave Philpott are the nom de plumes of two ordinary members of the public, working with help from a small family and, crucially, a worldwide social networking community. Neither they, or anybody assisting with the creative aspects of this project had any connections with the music, entertainment, media or publishing industries whatsoever at the time of its commencement. Despite these humble origins, however, they now find themselves in the bizarre but enviable position whereby many pop stars and people within these circles are their friends “in real life’” (whatever that means!). Many artists consider “getting a Dereking” as a badge of honour, and, as one has participant succinctly put it-

‘’This is an ingenious and extremely inventive concept. You have given us a platform to answer questions that have been asked of us for years by our fans, and respond on a public platform of immense fun. You’ve created a weird and wonderful world loved and admired by 1,000s of people worldwide, and you have your own army of loyal fans. That pretty much makes you part of ‘us lot’ now!’’

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Blog Tour: ‘The Demon Always Wins’ by Jeanne Oates Estridge

In Golden Heart® winner Jeanne Oates Estridge’s The Demon Always Wins, sparks fly upward when fallen angel Belial comes to Earth on a mission to corrupt God’s favorite. But when widowed nurse Dara Strong instantly recognizes the demon-in-doctor-disguise for the fiend he is, she kicks him out of her clinic. Hell’s most successful soul-stealer won’t give up so easily though. As the battle between these cosmically well-matched opponents escalates, they will learn that sometimes you have to go through Hell to claim your Heaven.


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About The Demon Always Wins:

Title: The Demon Always Wins

Author: Jeanne Oates Estridge

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Release Date: September 4, 2018

Publisher: Jeanne Oates Estridge

Series: Touched by a Demon

Format: Digital eBook

Digital ISBN: 9781949451009

Print on Demand ISBN: 9781949451016



Seven short weeks. After beating his boss at the poker table, ambitious demon Belial must appease Satan, so he takes on a new bet. If he can get God’s champion to curse God, aloud and in public, within the agreed timeframe, Hell gains another soul and Belial earns a coveted promotion to chief executive demon—second only to Satan himself. The demon always wins, but this time the deck may be stacked against him.

Seven long weeks. Widowed nurse Dara Strong is the ace up God’s sleeve. The granddaughter of famous demon fighters, Dara has no problem recognizing Belial as Dr. Ben Lyle. When the demon in doctor’s disguise he appears in her clinic, she kicks him out the door. If she can hold out against the alluring demon till the wager expires, Dara will be safe—but she already has plenty of reason to curse God, and Belial, the most successful soul-stealer in the history of Hell, is not about to give up easily.

Belial may look heavenly, but his soul belongs to Satan. As the battle between these cosmically well-matched opponents escalates, conflict breeds passion and passion transforms into love. Caught between a victory-hungry Satan and an unforgiving God, Belial and Dara discover there may be only one way to ransom the soul of a fallen angel: sometimes you have to go through Hell to claim your Heaven.


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Jeanne Oates Estridge

Dara Strong slid her credit card through the reader and waited for the gas pump to authorize her purchase. In the darkness beyond the concrete apron, crickets called sleepily from the grass.

The air was heavy with moisture and mid-September pollen. Her hay fever had gotten so bad earlier she’d taken an antihistamine, leaving her a little fuzzy-headed. On the plus side, she could smell ocean in the warm, damp air tonight.

The gas pump dinged, almost drowned out by the thunder of an approaching motorcycle. It was a Ducati, all black except for the gleaming chrome. The rider, too, was dressed in black—black t-shirt, black jeans, black boots with chains around the heels, black helmet. Even though it was night, he wore his tinted visor down. She didn’t usually feel threatened by bikers—most people who owned machines as expensive as this one were lawyers or accountants—but something about the shadowy figure sent a shiver down her spine.

His t-shirt outlined every muscle in his torso. He kicked the stand down and leaned the bike on it, slinging his leg over the saddle in a move that was almost balletic in its grace. His body was so flawless it didn’t seem quite human. Without raising his visor, he tugged a leather wallet from his back pocket—no mean feat, given how snug his jeans were—and slid his credit card through the reader.

He unscrewed the gas cap and pushed the button for high-octane fuel. Black fingerless gloves covered his hands, but his forearms were muscular and scattered with dark hair. He lifted the nozzle from its holder and thrust it into the gas tank. Low in her belly, something clenched.

She stared at his hands. The tautness in her belly intensified and a languor swept over her limbs. What would it be like to share a night of love with a handsome stranger, a night without responsibility or regret?

She gave herself a shake. She didn’t know what that would be like, but she knew what it wasn’t like: her. She didn’t even date, much less share nights of passion with anonymous strangers.

It was impossible to see through his visor to tell what he was thinking, or even what he was looking at, but she knew his gaze was trained on her. Beneath his helmet, his throat was like a bronze column. He might have been an alien, come to Earth as a scout for an aggressive race.

The featureless visor remained fixed on her, and, although he didn’t move, she felt him willing her closer. Come to me, he seemed to say. Let me show you pleasure beyond your wildest fantasies.

He held out a black-gloved hand and flexed his fingers. Come to me. This time, the command was unmistakable. She took a step toward him. The smell of gasoline and ocean faded away, replaced by the fragrance of petrichor—the smell of rain as it strikes hot cement—fresh and sweet, but with a faint undertone of sulfur. In the back of her mind, an alarm clanged. That smell meant something, something perilous, but she couldn’t recall just what. His scent wound around her like the tendrils of a vine, drawing her to him. She took another step.


About Jeanne Oates Estridge:

Jeanne Oates Estridge wrote her first short story in third grade, a tale of birth-control-challenged bunnies who named their children in alphabetical order—Alice, Benjamin, Cathy, Dexter—all the way down to baby Zachary. Later that year, when given an assignment to depict what she wanted to be when she grew up, Jeanne drew herself in a floor-length, crayon-blue dress, sitting at a typewriter.

Life has a way of handing us detours, though, and Jeanne wound up earning her degree, and her living, as a computer analyst. She continued to write at night and on weekends, but she could never quite manage to write anything that satisfied her.

But she didn’t give up. In 2012, she returned to college to earn a Master’s Certificate in Creative Writing at the Nora Roberts’ School of Romance Writing at McDaniel College. Working under the mentorship of NYT Bestseller and former high school English teacher Jenny Crusie, Jeanne wrote a paranormal romance that went on to win the 2015 RWA® Golden Heart®.

The Demon Always Wins, the first book of her Touched by a Demon trilogy of paranormal romances, will debut in September 2018.


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Blog Tour & Book Trailer Reveal: ‘The Scented Bones’ by Angelina Kerner

Cover.gifThe Scented Bones: The Svabodina Case Files

(The Svabodina Case Files Book 1)

Genre: Paranormal Crime/ Mafia

Expected Publication Date: September 28, 2018

Publisher: KDP Select


Angel Svabodina is a rookie forensic anthropologist, enjoying the beginning of her new career. That joy comes crashing down when she figures out the skeleton she’s working on is not human and then it vanishes.

She throws herself fully into the case without thinking about the parties involved, a psychopomp associate, and paranormal mafia families made up of vampires and werewolves—or the consequences.

When she sees there’s no avoiding the inevitable, Angel has to suck it up and work with the werewolves to solve the case but can she trust them?

Werewolves and witches are in a centuries-old feud, but that doesn’t stop the shivers running down her spine from one wolf in particular. What’s more, nothing comes for free, including information. To get what she needs from the werewolf don, Angel has to meet with the fae queen. Can she meet her without repercussions and solve the case?

“A magical mystery in more than one sense of the word, this beautifully woven tale will charm you more than an ethereal fae.” – Liliyana Shadowlyn, The Faerie Review

“This book is what happens when you mix crime stories with the supernatural. And, the result is spectacular.” -Dylon Crone, beta reader

“This story combines the paranormal, the mafia, and good old detective work – a fun read!” – Sycamore, beta reader


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I turned around in time to see a black-haired young man walk in, pulling off his black and yellow headphones. He stopped in front of me with a goofy grin on his face. His black bangs covered his brown eyes for a second before he pushed them back.

“You know? It’s hard finding this place,” he commented. “One would think there’d be arrows pointing to the Bones lab.”

“We don’t like visitors,” I said crankily.

“My name is Jack,” he introduced himself. “Jack Fadden. I’m here to apply for the job of assistant to the forensic anthropologist.”

A sinking feeling gripped at my heart. Melissa, my boss, had decided two assistants would be better than one, especially since she wanted to take more vacation time. She’d left me a list of candidates to interview, and I’d forgotten, thanks to the skeleton on the table.

I sighed and found the folder with the list. Jack Fadden was indeed there.

What type of an imbecile would wear jeans and a worn-out T-shirt for an interview? And why drop in at the end of the day on a Friday afternoon?

“Do you have a resume?” I asked as I tugged my own shoulder-length hair behind my ear.

“I have it here somewhere,” Jack replied and opened his backpack. “What’s your name, boss?”

“Angel Svobodina,” I replied taking his resume from his hand, which he’d found surprisingly fast.

“Nice name,” he laughed, “Angel, the forensic anthropologist. I guess you do allow people to get their halos.”

“I’m an angel with horns,” I replied.

“You’ve got a sense of humor!” Jack exclaimed. “Thank goodness. I need to be able to work with someone fun.”

“I’m sorry, but who’s interviewing whom?” I asked.

It was really hard to keep my face neutral because the guy’s attitude was contagious with his easy-going manner.

Jack held his hands up. “Sorry. Proceed.”

Quickly, I scanned his resume, which didn’t look promising. He hadn’t declared a major, and, worse yet, according to the list of significant classes he’d taken, the only one that qualified was human physiology. Forensic anthropologists tended to deal more with the 206 bones of the human body, rather than the tissues and organs.

I eyed him from the corner of my eyes and shook my head. I didn’t know how to proceed without hurting his feelings. Jack seemed to be holding his breath as I thought about how to let him down. It was like he knew he wasn’t going to get the job and looked sad.

“I’m sorry . . .”

Jack’s expression changed. There was something more behind the sadness, but I wasn’t sure what it was, other than something dark.

“It looks like you don’t have enough experience. It’s a highly competitive field with limited open spots, and not for undeclared majors.”

“Harsh,” he said.

“I’m sorry,” I repeated, “but I don’t really know why you decided to apply for the position. What do you know about forensic anthropology?”

“I know this skeleton is missing some bones,” he replied, grinning.

I rolled my eyes. “Good guess. However, it’s not good enough. Good day, Jack Fadden.”

“Oh, come on,” he complained, “let me help with the body. At least, let me show you I know what I’m doing. I can’t kill the patient since they’re already dead.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “Disrespectful much?”

“Please,” he said. Something flashed in his eyes, making me question my decision. “You’ve got nothing to lose.”

About the Author


ANGELINA KERNER is a self-published author of paranormal and lighthearted romance. She’s the wife of a photographer/physicist, and the mother of a cute little toddler, but she’s also been a dancer, a psychologist, an anthropologist, a geographer, a dreamer, and an adventurer. She does her best writing while being bothered by her cats, taking care of her son, in dressing rooms while waiting for family to try on clothing, and at home in sunny California. Angelina loves to play goddess-dragon matchmaker, transporting readers to a place where young goddesses have lovable flaws, the Fates plan to dethrone, the universe is endless and untamed, and dragons roam free! She also loves to write carefree romance where one can finish reading with a smile.

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Every family in the book has a family tattoo. Tarotia family is the main family that will appear in every book. The necklace is of the tattoo – two snakes wrapped around a T! Thank you for being part of the book trailer reveal for The Scented Bones! – Angelina Kerner

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Nesie’s Place (Promo)

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Sept. 5th

Books Teacups and Reviews (Promo) 

Bobo’s Book Bank (Promo)

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The Genre Minx (Promo)

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Blog Tour: ‘All Screwed Up’ by AJ Adams

☆*¨*★☆ New Release ☆*¨*★☆
All Screwed Up
By AJ Adams
Release Date: 21st August 2018
What readers say about AJ Adams:
“A.J. is a talented writer. With a dark imagination.” 
“…awesome dark romance between less than perfect people…” 
“I can always count on her to weave a fantastically well written story with in-depth, precisely developed characters that are meticulously flawed, yet always have that redeeming quality.” 
“There is just something mesmerizing about AJ Adam’s style of writing that reels me in every time, even when I start out hesitantly due to a different genre outside my favorite normal.”
Sexy, sassy adult model Lacy Desire is in deep trouble. Having walked out on her abusive photographer ex and wrecked a major deal, he and his underworld backers are out for revenge. Lacy decides only one man can save her: Rex Winslow, the super hot money launderer for the Disciples MC. His rep for violence and mayhem doesn’t worry her because she knows a secret that will keep him in line.
Rex Winslow, tenth Viscount Ravenshurst and financial guru to the Disciples MC, is about to pull off the deal of a lifetime that will restore his family name and fortune. When Lacy turns up and blackmails him into helping her, he’s furious. Worse, her troubles bring the Horde, rivals to the Disciples MC, crashing in on his deal. Handing her over will fix it but cold-hearted practical Rex discovers he’s fallen head over heels. Can he give her up?
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AJ Adams writes twisted love stories set in the violent world of the Cartel, Camorra, Belial’s MC and Prydain.
AJ Adams novels are self-standing and although some feature the same families, you need not read them all – but it would be awesome if you did.

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