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Release Blitz: Take Us There by Louisa Masters

Take Us There | Louisa Masters

Joy Universe #4

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Release Date: October 15th 2020

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Dominic Hurst is a man who’s always up for a challenge. Step in as director of the world’s second-largest theme park complex? No problem. Clean up the mess the previous director left behind? Sure. Have his seventeen-year-old daughter move in with him in a last-minute custody change? Bring it on.

Face off with a town full of matchmakers? Uh… what?

Oliver Jeffries is a man more than comfortable with his life. Teach teenagers to fall in love with literature? Absolutely. Tackle mindboggling tasks as head of the English department? Pass him the whip. Placate parents convinced their perfect children can do no wrong? Pfft. Child’s play.

Agree to a friends-with-benefits arrangement with the most talked-about man in Joyville? Uhm… maybe in secret?

When Dom and Oliver meet, there’s no question that friendship won’t be enough. But the citizens of Joyville don’t know the meaning of “private,” and dating the director puts Oliver firmly in the spotlight.

With the whole town watching and laying bets, is their fledgling relationship doomed to fail?

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“What are you doing?” He sounds amused.

“Trying to choose. Which do you prefer?”

He makes a scoffing sound. “Choose? We don’t choose in this house. We take it all.”

I’m still processing that when he sweeps both containers from my hands, opens them, and proceeds to scoop some of each into both bowls. “There. The perfect solution.”

I stare at the bowls while he puts the ice cream away. “It does seem like it,” I agree. “Although I’ll admit that your house motto of ‘we take it all’ does concern me a little. What happens when you and Cara both want ice cream and there’s only a tiny bit left?”

His grin lights his whole face as he turns back to me. “Pitched battles. She used to win because she’d play the little girl card and start to cry crocodile tears, but now that she’s older, that doesn’t work. Now it’s my turn to win, because I’m the parent and I have the power to ground her.”

I can’t help the laugh that bubbles up. I grab my bowl and head back toward the living room, shaking my head. “That would definitely be interesting to watch. Ridiculous, but interesting.”

He follows me, and as we settle back onto the couch, a little closer to each other this time, he says, “Taste the ice cream first, and then tell me it’s ridiculous for me to fight my daughter for it.”

Rolling my eyes at the challenge in his stare, I scoop up a little bit of each flavor and put the spoon in my mouth. Sweet, creamy deliciousness explodes over my tongue, and I moan.

Yes. I actually moan over ice cream.

Dom smirks. “See?” He digs into his, and for a moment, there’s silence as we concentrate on scarfing down this incredible treat. I have to find out where he gets it from—the cartons didn’t look like mass-produced store stuff.

“You’ve got a little…”

I look up to see him gesture to my face. Oh, crap… am I wearing my food in my beard? How embarrassing. I wipe my chin, but he shakes his head and scoots closer.

“Almost, but… let me.” His thumb swipes slowly at the corner of my mouth, and my breath hitches. He presses his thumb against my lips. “Fudge,” he whispers. “Don’t waste it.”

I’m not thinking when my tongue strokes along his flesh, tasting the tiny hint of chocolate fudge and the warm, salty-sweet flavor of Dom’s skin.

I swallow hard. His eyes are intent on my face.

So I suck his thumb into my mouth. “Mmm.”

A tiny smile quirks his lips. “Want something else to suck on?”

I grin, releasing his thumb, and by unplanned mutual agreement, we lean in for a kiss. His mouth tastes even better than his thumb—probably because of the ice cream, but I like to think part of it is just him.

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About the Author

Louisa Masters started reading romance much earlier than her mother thought she should. While other teenagers were sneaking out of the house, Louisa was sneaking romance novels in and working out how to read them without being discovered.

As an adult, she feeds her addiction in every spare second, only occasionally tearing herself away to do things like answer the phone and pay bills. She spent years trying to build a “sensible” career, working in bookstores, recruitment, resource management, administration, and as a travel agent, before finally conceding defeat and devoting herself to the world of romance novels.

Louisa has a long list of places first discovered in books that she wants to visit, and every so often she overcomes her loathing of jet lag and takes a trip that charges her imagination. She lives in Melbourne, Australia, where she whines about the weather for most of the year while secretly admitting she’ll probably never move.

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Release Blitz: Off Balance by Jay Hogan

Off Balance | Jay Hogan

Painted Bay #1

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Release date: September 29, 2020

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When JUDAH MADDEN flees his tiny suffocating home town in New Zealand for the dream of international ballet stardom, he never intends coming back.

Not to Painted Bay. Not to his family’s struggling mussel farm. Not to his jerk of a brother. Not with his entire life plan in shreds.

And certainly not into the tempting arms of MORGAN WIPENE, the older, ruggedly handsome fisheries officer who seems determined to screw with Judah’s intention to wallow in peace.

But dreams are fickle things. Shatter them and it’s hard to pick up the pieces. Hard to believe. Hard to start again.

And the hardest thing of all? Finding the courage to trust in love and build a new dream where you least expected to find it.

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I braced a hand on the ice-white tiles and jerked myself off to the image of a man who had no business occupying my boathouse shower on a Saturday morning, especially after I’d thrown his sorry arse off our property less than twelve hours before. And yet here he was—in my head. And where was my hand? On my fucking dick. Go figure.

The upside? I actually had the energy to expend on a little self-pleasure. I’d managed to sleep until ten and it had been five days without a full-blown vertigo attack—the drop attacks didn’t drain me quite the same way. Go me. Maybe the meds were finally working. It was enough to have me looking at the world in a better light, at any rate.

So Morgan had been married, huh? And there he was again, front and centre in my pea-sized, lust-addled brain. Still, I hadn’t seen that particular twist coming. But then, an attractive guy like that, it made sense that someone nailed his arse down at some point. I couldn’t imagine losing someone so important after such a short time.

And judging by the tone in Morgan’s voice, the loss was still painful, still fresh. What would it feel like to be loved by someone, by a man, by Morgan, so deeply? There was an intensity to him that promised you’d never have to question it. He’d show you every day.

I shook my head at the thought. Like Morgan would be remotely interested in someone as fucked up as me. For a quick fuck? Sure. For more than that? He’d have to be a raging masochist.

Nothing said doomed relationship like a guy with no job, no prospects, a bad attitude and a chronic illness. Which is why I needed to keep this thing between us to friends. I liked Morgan, more than was good for me, or explicable from the brief time we’d spent together. I liked him enough to know that if we started something, I’d miss him when it fell apart. But if we kept it to friends, then maybe he’d stick around for me to enjoy, and I liked the idea of that, liked it a whole lot.

I dried off, threw on some old dance leggings and a T-shirt, and froze once again at my reflection in the full-length mirror, briefly contemplating a life where I didn’t have Meniere’s and could give free rein to the attraction I felt for Morgan.

How the hell had this become my life?

I stared at my reflection and realised the answer didn’t matter. It was time to stop wallowing. Enough.

I sucked in a deep breath all the way down to my diaphragm and my thighs flexed like they were hopeful or something, tentatively lifting me up on the balls of my feet.

Move. The imperative pushed at my brain.

I stretched a leg behind, teetering a little, testing the weight I hadn’t carried in months—arms out, reaching for that point of balance, clocking into the ‘office’ I worked in, the place I called home, and hearing that silent but familiar addictive mental click when I reached it and tipped over into weightlessness.

There. Like a soft sigh in my head. The rush of connection, the sweet sing of my body surging to life, adrenaline ticking up my heart.

Try.

A fouette spin. And then a second. The centrifugal pull to another, and another. I nailed them all. But a stutter on the sixth as the world tipped slightly with the roar of the sea in my ears. I fell out of the spin and hit the floor in a graceless lump.

Fucking, fuck, fuck. My sneaker hit the mirror and a sea of fissures exploded across its face. Less than a year ago I’d have done thirty-two spins without breaking a sweat. Five was a joke.

No. More. Wallowing.

I gave myself five minutes to fall apart then scrubbed my hands down my face, ripped the sheets from my bed and threw them in the wash. That done, I stood barefoot in my kitchen and studied the current state of my tiny house while I chewed on a slice of stale toast and jam.

The picture told a sorry tale. I could’ve started my own recycling plant with the number of empties from my determination to single-handedly underwrite the local liquor store.

It wasn’t hard to imagine what Morgan must’ve thought—nothing good, for sure. I blamed my perpetual brain fog for even inviting him in. These days my grey matter functioned like a rusty, poorly tuned Lada, as opposed to the hot pink sharply primed Audi convertible it used to be.

His opinion shouldn’t matter. Morgan was an overbearing boor, if somewhat sexy, because that shit couldn’t be denied—cue my recent shower scene for confirmation. Not that we’d be crossing paths again if he could take a hint. I didn’t need yet another person treating me like a pretty but fragile ornament, thinking they knew what was best for me.

And if only he’d stop texting me an endless supply of more than decent apologies, I might even begin to believe it. The man had a good line in grovelling and my resolve was wavering.

‘I’m an arse.’

Yep.

‘I have no excuse.’

Nope.

‘I should never have said what I did and I’m sorry…’

Too late.

‘I was worried for you…’

Ah, shit.

‘I would never have forgiven myself…’

Goddammit.

‘You were right to be angry.’

Fuck.

‘I hope we can still be friends.’

A pestilence upon all your houses.

When I woke up this morning and read them all, I’d texted one word. ‘STOP’.

He had, and I’d been checking my phone ever since.

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About the Author

I am a New Zealand author writing in MM romance, and romantic suspense. I have traveled extensively and lived in the US, Canada, France, Australia and South Korea. In a past life I have been an Intensive Care Nurse, Counselor, and a Nursing Lecturer.

I’m a cat aficionado especially of Maine Coons, and an avid dog lover (but don’t tell the cat). I love to cook, pretty damn good, love to sing, pretty damn average, and as for loving full-time writing, absolutely… depending of course on the day, the word count, the deadline, how obliging my characters are, the ambient temperature in the Western Sahara, whether Jupiter is rising, the size of the ozone hole over New Zealand and how much coffee I’ve had.

Welcome to my world.

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This beautifully crafted New Zealand-set romance will steal your heart

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My rating: 5 of 5 stars

It’s a simple fact, I absolutely love Jay Hogan’s writing. It doesn’t matter what she turns her hand to, I feel absolutely drawn into the world she creates and the lives of the characters she’s writing about.

Here it’s a story which affected me deep in my gut, it’s full of hurt/comfort, it’s full of suppressed emotions, it’s got chemistry which not only rockets off the charts but which wraps you up in all the feels of a fluffy blanket.

There’s a side order of suspense plot, a whole load of small town vibes with interesting and intriguing characters I hope are going to feature in the next book and such a sense of place. New Zealand has a unique vibe to it which Jay nails every single time.

As for the main plot, as someone who danced ballet, tap and contemporary dance (although never of a level to do so professionally), Judah’s heartbreaking diagnoses with Ménière’ Disease had my heart cracking in two because the pain of what he lost is palpable.

Morgan’s also nursing his own pain, a widower, he’s still missing his wife Sally although he’s managed to move on from the numbing loss of her death five years earlier.

The amazing way these men provide both healing and support to each other, without even really doing so consciously, is so beautifully depicted in this book. I loved everything about their friendship, their amazing sexual and emotional connections and the way they were both determined to do the best for the other.

Do yourselves a favour and pick up this book, especially if you’ve never read Jay before, then go grab her back catalogue, I promise it’s worth it.

#ARC kindly received from the author in return for an honest and unbiased review

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