Release Blitz & Giveaway: You’re Still the One-Rachel Harris

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 We are so excited to bring you the Release Week Blitz for Rachel Harris’s YOU’RE STILL THE ONE, the first novel in Rachel’s Country Blues Series! YOU’RE STILL THE ONE – a novel published by Entangled Bliss – is out now. 

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synLove is one dare neither of them can take…

Arabella Stone, Nashville’s darling, is eager to shuck her prim-and-proper rep, and a few wild months spent checking items off her ” summer bucket list” is the way to do it. First up: kiss the man she’s crushed on since she wore a training bra, the bad boy of country himself, Blue bassist Charlie Tucker.

For Charlie, a beautiful woman flirting with him isn’t out of the norm–but a beautiful woman bolting after the hottest kiss of his life sure is. And when he finds out his kiss-and-run Cinderella is none other than Arabella Stone, daughter of his label’s CEO, he knows he’s in trouble. Because not only is she a Stone, she’s also his employee for the next few months at the recording studio he just bought.

Over the course of one thrilling summer, Arabella and Charlie chip away at her bucket list and fight the simmering attraction between them…knowing that once it’s all over, so is their time together.teaserYou're Still the One - RWB Teaser


ExcerptWhat would Charlie think, if he came in here and saw her like this? Would he approve of the way her body looked? Her small breasts, long legs, decent collarbone, and slightly jiggly behind? Or would he be disappointed?

Would she measure up to the scores of women he’d seen this way over the years?

Arabella’s mind wandered, imagining him suddenly appearing behind her in the mirror. He wouldn’t be shocked. No, he’d be turned on, his eyes molten and hungry, devouring her. He wouldn’t be able to stand still, either; he’d step up behind her and knock her hands away, replacing them confidently with his own.

A moan escaped. It echoed off the glass and the basin, and Ella’s head fell back, envisioning his rough, calloused palms molding her breasts, his fingers plucking the tips. Heat exploded under her skin as she imagined his golden eyes hooded and filled with sin.

“You ready, darlin’?”

Ella’s head snapped up as her heart leaped into her throat.

“Arabella? You about ready to go?”

Charlie’s heavy footsteps clomped down the hall, and in a panic, she slammed the bathroom door shut, her heart pounding in her ears. “Uh…just a minute!”

Those heavy footsteps stopped just outside the door, two seconds away from getting a shocking show, and Ella frantically spun around looking for something—anything—to cover herself with. Her gaze landed on the pink fingertip towel she’d hung near the sink, thick and lush, and far away from its matching larger friends who were stupidly waiting for her in the hallway linen closet. Way to go, Ella!

“H-how did you get in here?”

“Uh, I own the place, remember?” Normally, his low chuckle would’ve twisted her insides into goo, but now it only heightened her awareness of her supreme nakedness. “I’ve got a spare key…not that I needed it,” he added, shifting his feet, “since the front door was wide open. I did knock, though.” He paused for a second before adding, “Sorry to barge in.”

She heard what he didn’t say—that Ella had been barging her happy butt into his side of the duplex all week, assuming that as long as no women were around (which strangely enough, there never were) it wasn’t that big of a deal. And from what she could tell, it hadn’t been; Charlie hadn’t said so much as a peep. Which meant she was being a big fat hypocrite.

A very naked, slightly cold, incredibly freaked-out hypocrite.
Rachel Harris - Author photoNew York Times bestselling author Rachel Harris writes humorous love stories about sassy girls-next-door and the hot guys that make them swoon. Vibrant settings, witty banter,
and strong relationships are a staple in each of her books…and kissing. Lots of kissing.

An admitted Diet Mountain Dew addict and homeschool mom,she gets through each day by laughing at herself, hugging her kids, and watching way too much Food Network with her husband. She writes young adult, new adult, and adult romances, and LOVES talking with readers!

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ARC Review: The Summer We Fell-Amber Garza

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4/5 Stars

***I received this eARC as a gift in exchange for an honest review via Mark My Words Publicity.

“No matter how badly I want to be with her, it’s clear that she wants to be with him. Besides, I had my chance. Years of chances actually, and I never jumped at them. Therefore, now I have to do the best friend thing. I have to bow out. I have to put her happiness before my own. Even though I knew I was making the right decision, it hurt so damn bad. Almost like my heart was physically breaking inside my chest, the pieces all sharp and jagged edged as they pricked my insides.”

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Adam Stewart is every girl’s fantasy – captain of the football team, smart, funny, hot. I’ve had a crush on him for years but he never noticed me. Until now.

Dating Adam is a dream come true. I should be happy about it, but it’s hard because my best friend Cruz is acting strange. Almost like he’s jealous. But that can’t be. Can it?

Cruz and I have been inseparable since we were kids. He’s always been like a brother to me. But lately things have changed. He’s different, and I’m starting to see him in a new light. Our relationship is evolving in a way I never thought possible. I don’t want to lose him, but am I willing to give up Adam for him?

-via Goodreads

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  • The Summer We Fell is a feel good, blissful read. The connection between Sloane and Cruz is the kind that brings light, happiness, and a permanent smile as they fall for each other. Their love is like an epiphany, a sudden realization that forever has been right in front of them and it’s breathtaking to watch. Their playfulness, the way they just get each other in a simple, soul-deep way is the kind of love that fairy tales are made of. It’s not perfect, it’s not without problems but together, they’re so right for each other. 
  • Alternating POVs between Sloane and Cruz captures their feelings in a way that one perspective wouldn’t. It’s almost diary-like, it’s an insider’s glimpse into the feelings Cruz and Sloane haven’t yet realized and are too terrified to admit to themselves. 
  • Cruz is a sweetheart and when he lays on the charm get ready to melt. Not only is Cruz sensitive to what Sloane needs but he’s a constant, he’s he rock and knight in shining armor combined. Whenever Sloane feels inadequate or is worried about problems at home, Cruz is there with a smile and a shoulder to lean on. The way Cruz pines for Sloane is so romantic. He loves her enough to watch her walk away if that’s what makes her happy. He loves her enough to break his heart into a million little pieces just to see her smile. Cruz has serious book boyfriend potential. On top of this sweet, sensitive side, Cruz is a flirt, he teases Sloane mercilessly and fights to claim her as his own, and it’s crazy sexy.
  • The subplots are full of drama that brings Sloane and Cruz closer together and shows them at their most vulnerable. The true emotions come out as aspects of their worlds fall apart and everything is on edge. Cruz’s family is big, loud, and welcoming. The trouble with Julian is heartbreaking. Issues with drugs are always devastating for a family and Amber Garza captured the pain, hope, and disappointment perfectly. The violent scene was so unexpected, it will leave you feeling raw and uncertain, fumbling to rush through the pages to get answers.
  • Sloane is unsure of herself and panicked when it comes to dating. It’s so easy to identify with her, especially if you’re a girl that’s always been prone to having more guy friends. Her struggles to be herself and to be what she thinks other guys will expect is very real and honest. I loved that Sloane wasn’t insecure about her body image and that though she was shy around the opposite sex, she still put herself out there. Sloane’s fears about crossing the friendship line into something more were something that personally resonated with me and I’m sure other readers will feel the same.


  •  Adam always seemed a little off, like he had a hidden life and that he couldn’t decide whether or not to truly care about Sloane. In terms of a love triangle it was weak and there wasn’t enough pros to make Adam a true contender. Plus Sloane is a giggly mess around him.
  • Becca is sort of a sarcastic, sometimes mean-spirited “friend”. Her underhand comments make her unlikable on several occasions. While she doe have redeemable qualities, she was an iffy character.

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Promo & Giveaway: There’s Wild Then There’s You-M. Leighton #JetFuel

Welcome to your All Access VIP Pass for the There’s Wild, Then There’s You Promotional Event! As you know, Jet is a singer and well…we just had to bring music into this event. So, what we have for you is an excerpt that ties into the music playlist that M. Leighton used while writing the book!
Here’s a tip: find the song on the playlist and listen to it while reading the excerpt. Have fun!
TitleThere’s Wild, Then There’s You (The Wild Ones #3)
Author: M. Leighton
Age group: New Adult
Genre: Contemporary Romance

Print Length: 304 pages

Publisher: Berkley (June 3, 2014)

ISBN: 0425267822 (ISBN13: 9780425267820)


Series reading order: The Wild Ones

Wild Child (novella)

Some Like It Wild

There’s Wild, Then There’s You (coming June 3, 2014)

He’s someone she can’t trust…
She’s someone he thinks he knows…

Violet Wilson is a wallflower. Shy, serious, and accident-prone, she’s got a bad habit of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. The night she’s forced to pose with her friend might just be the worst time of all—that’s when she meets Jet Blevins. She knows better than to get involved with someone like him, but he touches her in ways she never expected, neverwanted before.

On the outside, Jet is a typical rocker, an arrogant lead guitarist who unapologetically lives a wild lifestyle. But on the inside, he’s battling demons and using the stage to escape the troubles of his past and the addictions of his present. Until the night he sees Violet standing at the back of the room. She brings his life into focus. She knows his secrets. She’s the girl he can’t forget, and the one thing he craves more than his addiction.

But can they ever hope to have a future when their very foundation is nothing but lies?

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I watch her drive away, holding my breath until I see her taillights disappear, hoping she’ll stop. Or turn around. Or come back to me. But knowing she won’t.

And she doesn’t. She just keeps going. Driving out of my life. Probably never planning to come back.

I wish she’d given me a chance to explain. Not that it would’ve made any difference. I knew that if she ever found out she would hate me. I guess that’s why I never wanted her to know, why I didn’t have the balls to tell her. I could’ve confessed when she did, but even then, I didn’t have the courage. Not like she did. That’s what separates us. She’s a good person, a strong person, and I’m an asshole. Just like I’ve always been. Just like everybody knew I was. Even my own mother.

As I stand staring at the empty parking spot, my mind wanders, wanders to the what ifs and the if onlys. If only things had been different . . . but not so different that I wouldn’t have really seen her. But what if I’d met Violet under different circumstances and I hadn’t really seen her? What if I hadn’t been able to appreciate her? Or what if I wouldn’t have been attracted to her?

I know the answer to one of those. I know I would’ve been attracted to her. She’s hot, plain and simple, regardless of the situation. But would I have taken the time to get to know how kind and beautiful her soul is? Would I have recognized her strength? Or would I have hit on her, been rejected, and then moved on to another?

It’s hard to say. I imagine I’d have moved on, but it’s impossible to know for sure. Right now, it seems like the guy I was a couple of months ago is a complete stranger. Somehow, while I thought I was just enjoying myself, Violet was making me a better person. Not because she was trying to or because she didn’t think I was good enough. She did it through no fault or effort of her own. It’s just who she is. Being with her made me the man that my mother could let back into my brothers’ lives. Being with her made me see what a dickhole I’ve been, and how I don’t want to be that guy anymore. And being with her made me realize that I’m an addict. Maybe not in the traditional sense, but I’m an addict nonetheless. Addicted to feeling good. To hiding from anything slightly uncomfortable or unpleasant.

At least I was an addict. I don’t know what I am now, other than lost. Without her, I’m just lost.

Needing her, wanting to be with her snuck up on me. Loving her came too easy, too naturally. I hadn’t even gotten used to it and now it’s gone. She’s gone. And I don’t know what I’ll ever be without her.

Other than less.

A lot less.

That I know for sure.


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It’s when the lights dim and Jet exchanges his bass for an acoustic guitar and sits on the edge of the stage that I realize I’m not as strong as I thought I was.

After he gets situated, a spotlight clicks on and focuses its radiance on Jet. With his head bent as he adjusts the strings on his guitar, his hair looks like an ink spill in the light. Everyone around me is quiet as we wait, mesmerized by nothing more than his presence.

He closes his eyes with the first strum of his guitar. The simple sound vibrates through me, pulling me into its rhythm, into the song. Into Jet.

He tips his head back, turning his face into the light as he picks out notes. When he opens his eyes, staring out into the brightness, they glisten like pale blue diamonds. He turns them onto the crowd for a few seconds, until he begins to sing.

That’s when they find me. And I forget that we’re in a room full of people and that I shouldn’t be feeling this way about him. I’m simply lost. Lost to the moment, lost to the feeling. Lost to Jet.

Smoothly, he begins to sing the words to “Through Glass.” The lyrics float around me. His voice slides through me. But it’s Jet . . . It’s whatever makes Jet Jet that weaves a spell around me, a spell like silk ribbon that holds me right here. Right now. Right where he wants me, and right where I want to be.

His eyes never leave mine as he sings. Not once. He doesn’t glance down or around, doesn’t look at anyone else. Not for a single second. And no one steps between us. It’s like the ocean of people parted in reverence of what’s happening, and that no one would dare to interrupt it.

When he strums the last chord, no one moves. Not Jet, not me, not the people in the crowd. We all stay perfectly still, watching him watch me.

Jet doesn’t smile or wink or make this moment cute or contrived. He just stares at me like he’s seeing me for the first time. Or maybe that he’s feeling me for the first time. Like I’m feeling him.

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New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author, M. Leighton, is a native of Ohio. She relocated to the warmer climates of the South, where she can be near the water all summer and miss the snow all winter. Possessed of an overactive imagination from early in her childhood, Michelle finally found an acceptable outlet for her fantastical visions: literary fiction. Having written over a dozen novels, these days Michelle enjoys letting her mind wander to more romantic settings with sexy Southern guys, much like the one she married and the ones you’ll find in her latest books. When her thoughts aren’t roaming in that direction, she’ll be riding wild horses, skiing the slopes of Aspen or scuba diving with a hot rock star, all without leaving the cozy comfort of her office.


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