Release Blitz ~ Our Options Have Changed by Julia Kent and Elisa Reed #RomCom #Romance #OneClick @jkentauthor (@CW1985)


Our Options Have Changed
Author: Julia Kent & Elisa Reed
Release date: October 5, 2016
Genre: Romantic Comedy, Contemporary Romance


Having it all is a fantasy, right?

Chloe Browne knows all about fantasy. Fantasy is her job.

And she’s very, very good at what she does.

As director of design for the O Spa chain, a sophisticated women’s club that is trending its way into being the Next Big Thing, Chloe’s ready to take on the world.

One baby at a time.

Her home study’s done, and she’s about to adopt, a thirty-something single mother by choice. Who needs to put her life on hold for the right guy when the right baby is waiting for her?

Besides, talk about fantasy.

The right guy?

Pfft. Right.

And then in walks Nick Grafton, with those commanding sapphire eyes and wavy blonde hair and a sophisticated mouth that only smiles for her.

He’s perfect.

But the last thing Nick wants is to start fresh with a new baby as his college-age kids fly the coop. A single father for more than fifteen years after his wife walked out on her family, Nick finally tastes freedom.

But he likes the taste of Chloe more.


Our Options Have Changed is a full-length standalone contemporary romance, the first in the On Hold series by New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Julia Kent and journalist-turned-fiction-writer Elisa Reed. It is a loose spinoff from Julia Kent’s Shopping for a Billionaire series, with cameo appearances from favorite characters.

**BONUS ALL-NEW NOVELLA** from Julia Kent’s New York Times bestselling Shopping series! Read Shopping for a Billionaire’s Honeymoon. This 100-page bonus comes at the end of Our Options Have Changed. When Shannon can’t get workaholic Declan to give her the sexy honeymoon time she wants, she takes matters into her own hands — with hilariously disastrous (or disastrously hilarious?) results.

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“Chloe, I’m Nick Grafton. I handle branding for Anterdec properties. It’s critically important for a new brand like O to carry the same recognizable image throughout all locations. Can you tell us a bit more about how your design will do this while at the same time bringing in the unique atmosphere of New Orleans?”

Even seated, I can tell he’s a tall man. All the time I spend with seven-foot-tall Henry has skewed my perspective a bit, but Nick must be over six feet. His hair is thick and a little on the long side for a corporate guy, light brown with a hint of silver. I admit it: I have a total weakness for long hair. Not man buns, but a little over the collar… something to grab and maybe pull at intimate times…

Ice blue eyes.

But what really gets my attention is his dark navy blue suit. Crisp shirt. Cotton madras plaid tie. When you spend every work day surrounded by mostly naked men, a fully-dressed guy gets your attention.

Sexy. Makes you wonder what’s underneath.

Not that I’m objectifying him. Ahem.

Did he say his last name is Grafton? My turn to look closely at him. My first boyfriend—we’re talking age fifteen here—was Charlie Grafton. Not an unusual last name, though, right?

His question is easy, really. I answer, he thanks me, no one else has a question.

I signal Carrie to lower the room lights. Showtime.

“O is never ordinary,” I begin. “We’ve created another O for you, and I think it’s our most exciting space yet.” The faces around the table are mildly surprised, not expecting anything else from me.

I click a button to lower the screen and another to start the slideshow.

“This is our first gO Spa.” I flash to a picture of a full-size RV. “This vehicle could be the beginning of a fleet. In every city where O has a presence, the gO Spa can go beyond the physical location. The gO Spa can be booked for private parties and weddings. It can travel to concert venues and theaters for services to big-name performers.”

The next slide is an interior view of the gO Spa. Three small showers. A bank of four hair washing and styling stations. Small closets filled with curated professional clothing.

“But it has another important purpose. The gO Spa is how O will give back to the communities that have welcomed us and made our success possible. A way to demonstrate our commitment to the idea that peace and pleasure are vital to everyone.”

Nick Grafton is giving me his full attention. I like it. I could get used to it.


Author Bio:

New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Julia Kent writes romantic comedy with an edge. From billionaires to BBWs to new adult rock stars, Julia finds a sensual, goofy joy in every contemporary romance she writes. Unlike Shannon from Shopping for a Billionaire, she did not meet her husband after dropping her phone in a men’s room toilet (and he isn’t a billionaire). She lives in New England with her husband and three sons in a household where the toilet seat is never, ever, down

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Feature Friday ~ Run To Love by Jules Dixon #TripleR #ERom #OneClick @JulesofTripleR @EvernightPub

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run-to-love-evernightpublishing-2016-banner2Run to Love (Triple R Book 1)

By Jules Dixon

Personal trainer Jude Saylor’s sense of direction in life has always been a little questionable. After a move and new job, he seems to be on the right path—until a cautious and sweet new client enters into the picture. Soon Jude wonders if happiness isn’t as simple as a direction, but if it could be the woman he has next to him on the journey.
Presley Bradenhurst is a go-getter, as evidenced by her hundred pound weight loss, but the alteration to the outside didn’t quite transfer to the inside. When Presley’s trainer is fired and Jude steps up as the one who wants to make her sweat, will her instinct to run keep her from knowing a love she’s only dreamed about?
In the end, can a lost soul and a broken soul work it out? This is a previously published work. It has been revised and edited for Evernight Publishing.
“Did you invite me into your truck just to tell me you don’t want to be my trainer anymore?”
The green pools glistened like grass covered in morning dew, until rolling tears fell over the edge.
I lost all train of thought staring into her beautiful eyes.
She sucked in a jittery breath. “Fine! I get it. We’re done, professionally and otherwise. Have a good life, Jude.” She grabbed the door handle, yanked her bag from the floor, and swung her legs to exit the truck.
When I recovered my faculties, I reacted quickly. “Shit! Presley! Please wait.”
She kept moving. I jumped from my side of the truck to get to her. Her heels were just hitting the concrete when I rounded the truck to the open passenger door.
“Presley, stop, please!” I slid one hand to her waist and one behind her neck. She stiffened as our bodies pressed lightly against each other. When I had her complete attention, I brought my hand from her waist and wiped away her tears. “Presley, it’s a good thing. Because now I can kiss you like I’ve wanted to from the very first day I met you. And this way, I won’t get fired.”
I tipped her head and met her pouty lips with a soft, gentle kiss. Her eyes opened wide with surprise, then closed in surrender. She dropped her bag to the ground and slid her hands up my chest to the back of my neck where her long fingers tangled into my ponytail. She toyed with the trapped strands and my head spun at how sensual the touch was, and by her soft appreciative moan I could tell she really liked my hair the way it was.
I led the kiss, but everything she did in response was 100 percent better than anything any female had ever done to me. I deepened the kiss. Our tongues rolled in a slippery fusion that seared my memory and taste buds with her sweet essence. Each of us gave a little of ourselves to the other person, and at that moment I’d give her anything she ever wanted. Our bodies heated along with our mouths. My hands searched her back, pulling her closer to me until we were crushed in a passionate vise-like hold.
I broke the kiss, dropping my forehead to hers. “Presley, can we get back in the truck?”
She nodded. Her eyes remained closed and her body shivered lightly.
“Are you okay?”
Not answering, she turned around and jumped back onto the seat.
When I was seated back inside, she slid closer.
Now that’s better.
But her eyes still pointed down and her body tremored visibly. “Don’t hurt me again, please.”
With those broken and fear-filled words, I wrapped my arms around her. “I’m going to do everything I can to never do that again, and that’s a promise.”
Her soft eyes fluttered closed and my heart beat fast.
“Jude, I want to trust you, but like always my mind and instincts are telling me to run the other way.” Her eyes met mine. “But I think my heart is saying something else. I think it wants to stay and see what could happen.”
I guided her body closer. She’d opened her heart to me and I wanted her to know that I was doing the same.
“I like what your heart is saying, Presley.”
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Fuzzy sock collector, martini connoisseur, baseball fanatic, and dandelion lover, author Jules Dixon is a living testament to the genius of sugar and caffeine being able to keep a human alive. She’s addicted to everything related to the amazing emotion of love, probably instigated by her own happily ever after of 25 years with her beer-brewing hubby. Their own love story created a sassy, artistic daughter and a computer genius but ultra-sarcastic son.
Jules explores the rich psychology of sexuality, choices, and conflicts of high school, college, and young adult characters with sizzle and humor in her novels and novellas. She’s a busy writer, and she loves it!
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#MidWeekTease ~ “Just kiss me.” #Dare #ERom #MWTease


Happy Wednesday Friends! I hope everyone is doing great!

Special thanks to Angelica Dawson for rallying authors together to share teases every week.


This week’s tease comes from DARE. Olivia’s friends have officially given her a birthday present that she cannot turn down. And it leads her to more than she ever imagined…

DARE © Kacey Hammell, 2016

The more he came to know her, the more he discovered that under the ‘hands off’ attitude she was a firecracker.

A small lamp lit the room added a sensual feast for the eyes and created carnal thoughts. Deep burgundy and gold filled the area.

If he wasn’t mistaken, the cherry wood sleigh-bed was made up with silk sheets. A sheer golden canopy surrounded the bed.Dare

A dark colored carpet—he would guess rust-colored—was thick and plush. His sock feet appreciated the cushion beneath. Gold and orange candles covered every empty space on her dresser and vanity table.

His gaze shifted, he noticed the dark curtains. They were thick and heavy enough to shut out daylight.

It was a secret haven made for lovemaking.

His gaze locked on the woman in his arms, and grinned. He could really fall for her. He wanted to learn the many facets to her.

However, he had to be patient. He wanted to take his time, uncover it all, bit by delicious bit.

He carried her to the bed, laid her on the mattress, and covered her body with his, elbows on each side of her.

Her dark hair spread out on the burgundy comforter like a satiny wave. He was right: the bed had silk sheets, soft to the touch and smelling of cinnamon. He wanted to close his eyes and breathe it all in. The scent was sexier than he’d ever thought possible. Another aroma he would always connect it with Olivia. She was surprise with a capital S. And he loved surprises.

“This room suits you.”

She smiled and stared up at him. “You think so?”

“Oh, yeah.” His voice hoarse, his fingers slid into her hair, spread it out more. “Beautiful, sexy, powerful. A man might never leave it.”

She giggled. “Some days I don’t want to leave it either. I’ve always loved these colors. They’re so deep and sensual. I feel…”

She looked away.

He tipped her chin back to him. “You feel what?”

“It’s silly, really. Just kiss me.” She lifted her head toward his lips.

“I’ll kiss you, Livvy, anywhere you want, but tell me first.”

A shudder rolled through her body at his words.

He lowered his head, lips just shy of hers, breathing heavy. He wanted to taste her again, needed to, but held back.

“Tell me,” he whispered.

“I feel sexy, really like a woman, when I’m in this room.” Her body moved against his, igniting him further.

His hand stilled in her hair. The other slid over her cheek. His fingers caressed her lips and glided down her neck. Soft, flushed, her skin heated beneath his fingers.

“You’re more woman than you know. The epitome of a woman, I’m coming to realize.” His eyes burned down into her dark green ones, his lips hovered over hers, and the words came easy. “I always thought you were stunning but tonight you’ve shown me you’re so much more. There’s a deep, sexual woman—a controlled woman—that I want to get to know better. I need to know you.”

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Rock Starz Trilogy by Lily Harlem #ERom #RoTG #OneClick @lily_harlem @EvernightPub

OUT NOW, Lily Harlem’s ROCK STARZ trilogy. Three short stories that will heat your ereader and get your heart beating to a super-sexy tune.

Rock band Manic Machines have taken over the globe with their funky, sassy tunes, yet these rock stars are all missing one thing in their lives – love. But you don’t get to be as successful as they are without steely determination and off-the-scale passion, so when these musicians decide which girl they want, there’s no escape and they’ll go to any length to reach that high.

Each book is fine as a standalone read, but in order you’ll get to enjoy each band member’s journey to happily ever after. Please note, previously published with different cover art, the content remains the same.

Is it possible to lose one’s ability to orgasm? Nina has. Lately, her fun weekend hook-ups have been more ho-hum than hot damn! It doesn’t help that she has three flatmates and is forced to play loud music to mask the sounds of her lovemaking. Talk about distracting! Of course, there’s another reason Nina’s less than satisfied these days…she’s just having a hard time admitting it. 

It’s a good thing she’s met Ian, then. Not content to be a weekend hook-up, Ian is set on giving Nina what she’s been missing while making her admit what she needs. His talented fingers—and other body parts—are up to the task. But Ian’s not admitting a few things himself. Turns out his fingers can do more than make Nina’s body sing. 

When she discovers his secret, it’s time for both of them to face the music. 


As Robbie Harding belts out hit song ‘Jenny’ to a packed Wembley Stadium, my heart tears, my mind spins and my insides heat to a lusty, pulsing boiling point.

Why me more than the other 90,000 screaming fans?

Because I’m Jenny—he’s singing about me.

The guy is sex on legs with a voice to match and has starred in all my hot dreams since the day boys became interesting and for three precious years, it was more than hot dreams. Turns out he wants me back in his life and his bed. How can I resist?

So with lots of naked, sweaty and downright dirty time to make up for, I wield my backstage pass, hunt him down and refuse to be starstruck by the boy next door. Seems Robbie agrees, as he insists on tuning in to my needs and rediscovering our rhythm in a very unusual bedroom.

Most women would think themselves eternally lucky to have a hot, sinfully sexy rock star giving them the serious come-on—so imagine how I felt to find not one but two giving me the eye! Phew! I was turning somersaults.

But of course this led to a massive and, quite honestly, unenviable dilemma. How the heck do you choose between two rock gods who want nothing more than to give you pleasure of the extremely intense variety?

Lucky for me these global superstars were brothers who knew just how to share the same toy—sorry, I mean woman. That left me free to take a break from managing the band and let their experienced, talented hands manage me.

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Feature Friday ~ On Her Terms by Doris O’Connor #BDSM #ERom #OneClick @MamaD8 @EvernightPub

Thanks so much for having me on your blog today with my new release On Her Terms. Like the first book in this series, The Job, On Her Terms started as a tease on my blog. This one, to be precise.
I didn’t get to write the story straightaway because other projects intervened, but when Jamie and Nicole decided it was their turn… Well, my fingers flew.
I loved writing their story which brought with it many twists and turns that I certainly
didn’t see coming. Let’s just say all is not as it seems, but then it never is with the Premiere Companions. I hope readers will enjoy these two. Hold on for the ride, because sparks fly and yeah… The story might be a tad hot.
What’s that you say? I write a hot story? Shocking I know.
*sniggers*  I blame my muse. I’m sweet and innocent really… Stop laughing in that corner!
She’ll be no man’s property…Faced with the prospect of marriage, to a man she’s never even met, Nicoletta Cabrizi’s temper gets the better of her. How dare her father use her virginity as a bargaining chip to seal a business deal?

A girl’s first time should be special, and who better to give her an unforgettable night than an experienced Dom provided by Premiere Companions.

A perfect solution…

The reality, however, takes her breath away. The enigmatic Jamie pulls Nicole into a maelstrom of sensation and pleasure, which steals her heart, and soul, and leaves her doubting her previous decisions.

Jamie is beyond furious at this whole, farcical arrangement, especially when Nicoletta turns out be far from the spoiled princess he was expecting to meet. Her open vulnerability and deep need to submit brings out his protective instincts. Come what may, Nicoletta will
be his.

Be Warned: BDSM, anal sex, sex toys
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Jamie always enjoyed this process of getting to know what made a woman tick in bed, never more so than when that woman tapped into her submissive streak for the first time. Most needed far more encouragement than his girl had needed. Whether that was simply due to the unusual circumstances they found themselves in or whether she, too, felt the force of their connection, who could say.
From the minute he’d seen her shred the paper napkins, her nervousness pouring off her in waves, she’d thrown his preconceived notions about her out of the window. It wasn’t just the fact that she was ten times more beautiful in person either. Jamie was used to beautiful women, appreciated women in all their forms and guises, but there was something about Nicoletta Cabrizi that had him utterly hooked. Now with her writhing underneath him, her sweet musk in his nostrils and coating his tongue as he licked up the juices spilling past the elastic of the sodden piece of lace barely covering her modesty … now, he stopped analyzing and simply gave himself over to the moment. He knew the moment she was about to explode, because her thighs tightened involuntary around his head, and her hips bucked as she ground her pussy against his face, coming all over it in the process.
The incomprehensible sounds spilling from her mouth made him grin around his mouthful of hugely engorged virgin clit, and Jamie kept up the suckling of that little bundle of nerves, until the last of her aftershocks abated and her thighs went slack. Only then did he sit back and allowed himself to slowly peel her ruined thong away from her moist flesh.
Jamie sucked in a sharp breath as her sweet cunt came into view. Beautifully bare of any hair, it begged to be claimed, and his cock jerked at the thought as her puffed up pussy lips came into view. She jumped when he parted her outer labia with his fingers, and ran his fingertips through her inner lips.
“Easy there, my sweet. You’re so fucking wet for me. I can’t wait to claim your virgin hole. All of them for that matter. Will you let me do that, bellissima?
A groan came from his girl at his words, and her pussy hole quivered and clenched, expelling more of her essence, in which he coated his fingers and brought them right up to her other hole, while he pushed a thumb into her pussy.
A gasp and a tightening of her internal muscles was his answer this time, and when he looked up her body it was beyond satisfying to see the all-over body flush decorating her
fair skin. Her unfettered breasts, reddened by his stubble, carried the marks of his teeth, and her nipples stood proudly to attention. Such a glorious, fucking canvas for him to work with.
He swore to himself there and then that he would mark every inch of her skin, so that when she left here in the morning to resume her life as Don Cabrizi’s daughter, she would remember who her Sir was.
Foolish thoughts, perhaps, he had no right to be possessive,  after all, but there it was. He wasn’t going to overanalyze this now, just go with his gut and let the chips fall where they may. He’d always known that any dealings with this woman would be dangerous to him, so the urgent need to make her his didn’t really come as a huge surprise to him.
“I asked you a question, my love, I would appreciate an answer.”
Inwardly he grimaced at the endearment he didn’t seem capable of not making. Love had nothing to do with this. It was or should have been a mere business transaction, dammit.
“What? Yes, please … whatever. I’m yours, Sir.”
Her halting, panted reply stopped him from pursuing that thought, and he gently thrust his thumb in and out of her pussy, making her groan while he pushed the index finger of his other hand through the tight ring of muscle guarding her ass.
Those muscles flexed around the digit, and when he bent his head to lick across her clit, Nicoletta groaned deep in her throat.
“There, you are, come for me again, my sweet.”
He kept up the gentle licks around and over her clit while he thrust his digits in and out of both her holes. The heavy odor of sex surrounded them. His balls drew tight, and his cock leaked copious amounts of pre-cum, while the wet sounds his fingers made added an  auditory stimuli all of their own.
“I can’t … too much … oh God…”
Her words drifted off into incomprehensible moans and sighs, which were music to his ears.
“Oh yes, you can and you will. Come for your Sir, bellissima.”
To celebrate the release of On Her Terms, The Job (book 1) is just 99 cents for a limited time at Evernight and Amazon.
Perfect time to grab your copy and see how this series started  :-)
About Doris:
Doris is a writer of sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get.  From contemporary to paranormal, Time Travel, Sci-fi, BDSM, F/F, M/M, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
Happily married for the last twenty-five years, she lives with her husband and their brood of nine in a far too small house filled with love, laughter, and chaos.
Stalk her in these places         

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#MidWeekTease ~ “…no risk, no reward…” #MWTease


Happy Wednesday Friends! I hope everyone is doing great!

Special thanks to Angelica Dawson for rallying authors together to share teases every week.


This week’s tease is from my upcoming Contemporary Erotic Romance — a younger man / older woman storyline — that was contracted a couple weeks ago with Evernight Publishing called, COVER ME. [This hasn’t been fully edited so overlook any errors.]

For years Jay has wanted his BFFs mother, Leanne, for his very own. After the wedding of his bff, Jay and Leanne vacation for a few days and Jay takes the opportunity to show Leanne how he feels about her. But for Leanne, their age difference and the recent betrayal of her ex-husband are obstacles she isn’t sure she can work through.

Wanting her son’s best friend shouldn’t feel so right …

(C) Kacey Hammell,2016

“You gonna sit there all day and gawk at my mother?”

Jay swallowed hard at his best friend’s words. One night a long, crazy one after his first big international photo shoot, in a drunken stupor, he’d confessed his deepest and darkest secret. His crush-slash-obsession for Beau’s mother.2016-06-23-03-24-01

But, Beau hadn’t been all that surprised by his confession, and it had thrown Jay for a loop. He’d been shocked Beau had said nothing to him about it before that moment. And to get caught by his buddy while salivating over the stunning image of Leanne in wedding photos was a tad embarrassing. Gorgeous in a light skin toned, knee-length dress, low cut enough for a nice amount of cleavage, he’d done his best all afternoon to keep his eyes off her.  It hadn’t been easy, but he’d given himself a dozen pep talks and solved dozens of math equations in his head to keep his body in check.

“You need to figure out your feelings for her, man. This obsession you have, not in a creepy way I know, but… Hell, you’ve become a monk, buddy.”

Jay sat back against the sofa cushions and glanced at Beau. His friend was right. Jay sighed as he leaned his head back.

The church room they’d used to get ready for Beau’s wedding now seemed too confining, smaller than he realized. The pine walls and rich mahogany decor were intrusive – too dark and foreboding. He suddenly wanted to be anywhere else.

But Beau’s comments were correct. The last couple years had flown by. And he’d buried himself in work to forget the woman who plagued his thoughts every day.

“Isn’t much hope, Beau. She’ll never look twice at me. Not as anything other than her son’s best friend.”

“If you spend time with her, things might change. Don’t ask me why, I don’t know. You have to find out?” Beau handed Jay a can of soda then sat across from him. “Not that I’m eager for my mother to get involved with anyone. She’s had enough pain. But at least with you, I know she’d be well taken care of and you won’t hurt her.” His gaze locked on Jay’s. “At least not on purpose.”

“I appreciate your faith in me, man. I’d never do anything to hurt her, but she has the power to break my heart.” Warmth coated Jay’s cheeks. He never liked talking about his feelings much – at least not when he was sober – but who else could he trust if not Beau?

“Mom would make mincemeat of you, sure. And it’s one reason I’m not concerned over you hurting her. I trust you. But you aren’t trying now, only becoming a workaholic.” He pulled off his tie and stuffed it in the pocket of his jacket. “Isn’t there a saying about no risk, no reward?”

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