NEW RELEASE & REVIEW: Smokeshow by Raine Miller writing as Brit DeMille

Raine Miller
writing as Brit DeMille
 𝗔 𝗛𝗼𝗰𝗸𝗲𝘆 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐳𝐨𝐧 𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒂𝒚! 
🎟𝙍𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙎𝙚𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧 19𝙩𝙝👄

🔥🎟𝑺𝑴𝑶𝑲𝑬𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑾👄 is a friends-to-lovers STANDALONE hockey romance about a cocky defenseman for the Vegas Crush about to be sidelined by one seriously hot smokeshow. Too bad she's not interested in dating a hockey player and one hundred percent off-limits. 𝙐𝙝 𝙤𝙝. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙-𝙯𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙥 𝙛𝙖𝙨𝙩. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙨-𝙨-𝙨𝙢𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣'...

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Tyler is Another  Hockey player in this series I have fallen in love with!

Tyler's chemistry with Zoya was a fun to read.

I loved how Zoya had Tyler show his softer side and made that bad boy persona go on the back burner when it came to his feelings for her.

I enjoyed seeing them start as friends and their relationship grow into more than they both expected it to be.

This Hockey romance will melt your heart.

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Brit DeMille is Raine’s alter-ego in case you didn’t know. And she is having an absolute blast writing books that are a little bit different from what Raine usually writes. Brit loves stories about sexy billionaires [millionaires make the cut too] who fall in instalove with young women who may or may not be virgins, and then go on to make adorable babies together. In addition to the billionaires, hot hockey players are at the top of her list of favorite heroes, along with royals and ex-military bodyguards. The most important thing to Brit when she writes a story is a happily ever after. But during the actual writing of the story, the most important thing to Brit is a cup of hot tea with a splash of milk, and a stash of cherry Jolly Ranchers. A dog or two will likely be in between Brit and the chair at any given moment, which is very handy, because they are the ones who approve everything she writes.    

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Excerpt Reveal: AFFINITY (Red Door Series #2) by Dyan Layne


AFFINITY by Dyan Layne

Release Date: October 8, 2020

Cover Design: Lori Jackson Designs

Models: Bryony Carter, Dylan Hocking, and Josh Lamech

Photographer: Michelle Lancaster @lanefotograf

Genre: MMF polyamorous romance standalone


Be careful what you wish for…

When Chloe was seventeen, she wished she belonged to the man in the poster on her bedroom wall. Taylor Kerrigan. Lead guitarist of the debauched band Venery. Tattooed rock god with a bad-boy smirk. Reputed sexual deviant.

And a puppy.

Make a wish, Chloe.

But Chloe isn’t seventeen anymore, and now the only thing she wishes for is to be loved by the man right here in front of her. Jesse Nolan. Former football player. Soft-spoken bartender with the purest heart, eyes she could drown in, and a smile she wishes was only for her. Maybe it is.

And a puppy.

Make a wish, Chloe.

She kept the poster of the bad-boy rock star, but she left her girlhood fantasy behind when she packed up her life for college. The city. She thought she was ready for whatever awaited her here. She wasn’t.

New friends. New family. New loves. New dreams.

Make a wish, Chloe.

…because sometimes they come true.

And sometimes you get more than you ever wished for.

Affinity is the second interconnected stand-alone romance in the Red Door series and ends with a HEA and no cliffhanger. While each novel in the series depicts a unique romance, all of the characters appear and some storylines connect throughout each book. Affinity is suitable for readers 18+ and contains MM, MF, and MMF scenes.




The main floor of the club went dark until a single bright spotlight illuminated the stage. A man stood at the center with straight black hair that fell past the middle of his sculpted bare chest. It was pulled back at the crown, but a black mask covered the upper half of his face. Chloe glanced at the close-up view on the big screen suspended above him. She had no doubt that underneath it, he was beautiful. 

He extended his hand to a young woman who joined him on the platform. She was pretty and looked so innocent in spite of the outfit she wore. Long-sleeved fishnet top over black tape in an X that covered her nipples. Tiny black shorts. Knee-high stiletto-heeled boots. Her blonde hair was up in a loose topknot. She couldn’t have been much older than Chloe. 

The man wrapped his arms around the woman’s waist from behind and he held her against him, her back to his front. His long black hair swayed as he dipped his head to kiss along her neck, while on Chloe’s right, Jesse’s hand softly caressed her bare thigh.

She felt his warm breath on her skin as he leaned into her ear. “He’s called nawashi—rope master.”

Slow sultry music with an erotic bass beat pulsed through the club. The rope master held a coiled length of purple jute. He began just below the woman’s breasts. Wrapping. Tying. An artist with deft fingers, he wove an intricate patterned web against her skin. It was beautiful. Sensual. Chloe didn’t get why some people found it so arousing. Yet it must be. There was no mistaking the large bulge inside rope dude’s snug black slacks.

Or the one inside Jesse’s.

His fingers lightly trailed up and down her inner thigh, a soft feathery touch that tickled her skin and ignited her core. Chloe parted her lips to breathe in more air. “Kinbaku-bi. The beauty of tight binding. He is the artist and she his masterpiece.” 

Taylor had his arm around her, fingers combing through her hair. The pads of Jesse’s fingertips grazed the edge of her panties at the juncture of her thigh, brushing over her heated flesh through the silver silk. “Watch how he applies the rope, the way he positions her body. Their pleasure is the journey of his creation…” The scrap of silk between her legs was pushed to the side and his finger swept over her lips without dipping inside her heated wet folds. “…not the destination.”

The girl stood perfectly still on the platform as the nawashi worked the rope and palmed her breasts. It seemed as if she were in a hypnotic trance, a dreamy expression on her face, her eyes focused on something no one else could see. “The rope becomes an extension of the nawashi’s hands. It embraces her. Cradles her.”

Jesse slid her panties back in place and Chloe sighed. She wanted his fingers back where they were. She wanted them inside her. Instead, he went back to those tingling featherlight touches on her sensitive skin. “There is nothing more beautiful to him than her.” She felt his lips touch the tender spot beneath her ear. “Nothing.”

Taylor kneaded her nape and she sank farther into the plum silk cushions. The man with flowing black hair pulled the rope through some kind of apparatus and the girl was hoisted into the air. Suspended from the rope, with her leg bent at an odd angle, she looked like a broken marionette tangled in a purple spider’s web. Jesse whispered against her ear, “And nothing is more beautiful to me than you, Riosin.”

The sough of her breathing seemed to swirl loudly around her, but Chloe knew only she could hear it. Did they notice the rapid rise and fall of her chest? She glanced around the VIP space. Linnea and Dillon sat in the center of the U facing the screen with Bo’s head in her lap. She held onto Taylor with one hand and squeezed Jesse’s thigh with the other.

The man spun the girl caught in his web, then with a tug of the rope he stilled her movement and brought her hard against his body. He released her from the apparatus and lowered her to the floor in his arms and began to untie her. He held her breasts in his hands after he released them from their bindings. The corners of her lips were turned up into a small smile; the dreamlike expression remained on her face.

Jesse reached inside the sweetheart neckline to cup her breast. He massaged it and softly rolled her nipple. “When you love someone, it’s all about being as close to their soul as you can be, isn’t it?”

God, this man.

A single tear escaped and trickled down her cheek. She couldn’t speak, so she nodded. Taylor wiped the wet trail from her face with his thumb and sucked it in his mouth. Jesse kissed her. “I love you, Chloe.”

The man who’d just tasted her tears said nothing at all.





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Dyan Layne is a nurse boss by day and the writer of edgy sensual tales by night--and on weekends. Serenity, the first book in the Red Door series, is her debut novel. She's never without her Kindle, and can usually be found tapping away at her keyboard with a hot latte and a cold Dasani Lime--and sometimes champagne. She can't sing a note, but often answers in song because isn't there a song for just about everything? Born and raised a Chicago girl, she currently lives in Tampa, Florida, and is the mother of four handsome sons and a beautiful daughter, who are all grown up now, but can still make her crazy--and she loves it that way! Because normal is just so boring.



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COVER REVEAL: About Tomorrow by Abbi Glines

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Title: About Tomorrow...
Author: Abbi Glines
Genre: New Adult Romance
Release Day: December 14, 2020
Cover Designer: Damonza

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About Tomorrow...

I close my eyes as I hear him speak. I take one very long and deep breath hoping to calm the immediate butterflies that take flight in my stomach and hope to slow down the racing of my heart. The voice was slightly deeper but the timbre was one that was achingly familiar.

My actions did little to help, but then who was I kidding? A deep breath wasn't going to fix the effect he had on me and my body's inevitable reaction. Even the memories that would forever haunt me couldn't keep my emotions from triggering at the nearness of him once again.

I used to pray that I'd find the strength to move on from him, from the pain that the end carried, from the emptiness in my chest, but ultimately move on from—the loss of Creed Sullivan and the death of his sister, Cora.

The Sullivans had been the best part of my summers in New England.

Deep down, I knew my ache for all that I had lost was the reason I returned...

But I hadn't expected to see him again—especially not like this.

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Abbi Glines is a #1 New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author of the Rosemary Beach, Sea Breeze, Vincent Boys, Field Party and Existence series. She never cooks unless baking during the Christmas holiday counts. She believes in ghosts and has a habit of asking people if their house is haunted before she goes in it. She drinks afternoon tea because she wants to be British but alas she was born in Alabama. When asked how many books she has written she has to stop and count on her fingers. When she’s not locked away writing, she is reading, shopping (major shoe and purse addiction), sneaking off to the movies alone, and listening to the drama in her teenagers lives while making mental notes on the good stuff to use later. Don’t judge.

You can connect with Abbi online in several different ways. She uses social media to procrastinate.

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REVIEW: THE SETUP by Meghan Quinn


THE SETUP by Meghan Quinn

Release Date: September 10th

Genre: Romantic Comedy

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I’ve fallen victim to a heinous act. An act so vile, so downright dirty, that I’m not sure as a twenty-year-old man I'll ever recover. Brace yourself, because what I’m about to tell you might have you gasping in secondhand horror. Ready? Here it goes . . . I’ve recently become the pawn of a meddling mom. Yes . . . A MEDDLING MOM--who's been trying to set me up all summer. Now, I understand it’s not a crime for a mother to want her child to fall in love, but when she makes it her relentless MISSION, the heinous act should be classified as a misdemeanor at least. Of course, my mom, the evil matriarch in the devil’s leggings, made her final stab at finding a girl for me days before I went back to college. And I hate to admit it, but she saved a doozy for last. A titan in black skinny jeans. A boss of nonchalance. And a girl who would not only turn my life upside down, but do it while juggling a soccer ball, looking effortlessly gorgeous around campus, and is one hundred percent against relationships. Of any sort. Thanks, Mom.



I’ve fallen victim to a heinous act. An act so vile, so downright dirty, that I’m not sure . . . as a son, as a member of society, as a twenty-year-old man . . . I will ever recover. Ever. I see the concern in your eyes, your hand wandering up your chest to clutch the collar of your sensible cotton shirt, scared to find out the truth. Brace yourself against something sturdy, because what I’m about to tell you might just knock you back on your ass in horror. *Deep breaths, everyone* I’ve recently become the pawn of a meddling mom. Yup, you read that right. A MEDDLING mom. The bane of a son’s existence. I know what you’re wondering . . . what did she do? Make me pick up my socks during summer break? *Eye-rolling* *Woe is you* *Grow up* You grow up! Ehhh, that was a little harsh. But before you go and put your judgy face on, you need to know the difference between a nagging mom and a meddling mom. A nagging mom is one who storms into the living room while you’re trying to watch the series finale of Game of Thrones, complaining about the dishes in the sink you swore you’d take care of once you found out who took the throne. Nag, nag, nag—part of the daily routine of the person who birthed you, or in this case, one of two moms who adopted me. But a meddling mom, oh boy. They’re a fresh kind of hell wrapped up in high-waisted leggings and muted tunics. This isn’t some everyday mom who texts you GIFs of squirrels playing with a hula hoop. Nope, meddling moms have an agenda. An agenda that they believe benefits their children. But it really benefits them . . . and only them. In this case, my mom’s agenda: get Lincoln to fall in love. I understand it’s not a crime for a mother to want her child to fall in love, but let me tell you. When she makes it her mission when you’re home from college, it should be classified as a misdemeanor. That’s right, all freaking summer, my mom has made it her duty to set me up with girl after girl, all of whom she’s met in our hometown Kalamazoo, Michigan. I’d like to say I’m exaggerating that she made a list and set me up with every eligible girl—one by one—but I’m not. I saw the Excel spreadsheet on her computer. Girls who were highlighted in red were a no-go. Girls in green still had a fighting chance. Girls in yellow? Apparently, I had lukewarm interaction with them, but they showed promise. Why is she so desperate for me to fall head over heels? Can you believe she’s been spending time on the Internet, researching relationship statuses of major league baseball players? Well, she has. Too much time. And she said she didn’t want me to end up forty, about to retire, with nothing to say for my life other than that I was able to throw a ball off a mound. She also wants a girl to fawn over. When my mothers were adopting, Mom hoped for a girl, but Mama hoped for a boy. Don’t get me wrong, my mom loves me more than anything—hence the meddling and nagging—but she always wanted to do girly things with me, like have tea parties, get our toenails done, shit like that. Side note: I’ve done the pedicure thing with her, and it’s not that bad. But she wants a daughter, and apparently, a daughter-in-law is the next best thing. Which brings me back to my summer of “not love.” I wanted nothing to do with these girls and after my mom’s eighth attempt to set me up—yes, eight—I told her enough was enough. I was done. And thankfully she listened . . . until the last Saturday before I left for school. The evil matriarch in the devil’s leggings made her final stab at finding a girl for me. And I hate to admit it, but she saved a doozy for last. A fucking titan in black skinny jeans. A boss of nonchalance. And a girl who will not only turn my life upside down, but do it while juggling a soccer ball, looking effortlessly gorgeous, and is one hundred percent against relationships. Of any sort. Thanks, Mom. *Thumbs up* Your meddling has made me absolutely miserable.
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After finishing this newest book by Author Meghan Quinn, I was smiling and it left me with such a sweet book hangover.

Indie & Lincoln's story is an enjoyable read. 

I liked how they were matched up by their moms and of course when reading I knew it would be a hot mess of finding if they both would work out.

It is funny, lovable characters, sexy and entertaining read.

Massages and baseball will never look the same again after reading this book.

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USA Today Bestselling Author, wife, adoptive mother, and peanut butter lover. Author of romantic comedies and contemporary romance, Meghan Quinn brings readers the perfect combination of heart, humor, and heat in every book.


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