Sneak Peek of Unruly by Bethany-Kris #giveaway

UNRULY, A Legacy Novel

by Bethany-Kris
Cross + Catherine, #3
Publication Date: December 4, 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Organized Crime, Mafia, Romance



The crime boss.

The hustling queen.
Cross and Catherine Donati have been married five years, but the life they’ve chosen still has things to teach them yet. One can never become too comfortable in their business. Trouble soon follows.
The principe and principessa are all grown up …
It’s tough being at the top. When all Cross wants is to slow down the world, reality has a way of speeding it back up. Just when Catherine thinks she’s learned everything her mother has to teach, more lessons come her way.
A king and queen must protect their thrones …
This is their life.
This is their love.
And unruly.


Cross barely made it through the front door of his parents’ Newport home before the stomping started.

Click, click, click, click.

Like goddamn plastic hammers hitting the floor one right after the other. All he saw was a tiny human-shaped tornado with wild brown curls coming his way before his three-year-old daughter crashed into his legs.


Cross’s hand skimmed overtop the crown of his daughter’s head as she peered up at him with a beautiful, toothy smile. Girlish, child-like features that matched her mother’s looked back. Her big soul-brown eyes were all him, though.

That, and her attitude.

Damn, though, he loved his little girl. She was everything that was bright, beautiful, and perfect in his life. That, and her mother. Cecelia “Cece” Donati made her way into the world on the second of September just two years into his and Catherine’s marriage. She had not exactly been planned, but they hadn’t prevented anything, either. Oh, he adored his child beyond measure. Nothing was more perfect than her angel face when she looked at him. The rest of the world ceased to exist.

Cece blinked up at him, smiling impossibly wider. “Hi, Daddy!”

Her little feet stomped in her excitement, making that damn clicky noise against the hard wood once more. He tried to get her to wear mini Doc Martens. His girl wanted heels like her mother.
No one would ever know how difficult and irritating it was to drive from one side of New York to the other looking for toddler girl shoes with something resembling a heel. A heel that was not too high, if barely there at all, yet visible enough to satisfy his daughter, while also sounding like heels.

She wore them all the time.

It was the end of November, and she was still wearing them.

“I see someone put the clicky shoes back on,” Cross said.

Cece beamed. “Grandpapa.”


Calisto rounded the kitchen entryway and came in their direction. “She wanted them on, son.”

“Where’s Ma?” Cross asked.

“Packing up Cece’s things.”


Cece tugged on her father’s pants with a firm hand. “Daddy?”
Instantly, Cross was on his knees. He drifted his fingers through his daughter’s waist-length brown waves as she grabbed his face in both her tiny hands.

“What, mia topina?”

It was a horrible nickname for her. She was nothing like a little mouse.
Not at all quiet. She still loved it. He kept using it.

“Cary has baby brudder,” Cece said.

Cross chuckled. “Does he?”

Cary, a four year old neighbor that lived across the street from his parents’ home, regularly came to play with Cece when she was with her grandparents.

“Yes, and I wants one, too.”

Cross tried to hide his smirk as he looked up at the ceiling. “That’s not really how it works, Cece.”

“I wants one, too, Daddy!”

Did he mention his daughter was spoiled?
Because she was.

“We can get a brudder at the shop,” Cece said matter-of-fact.

“First, you can’t go to the store and get a baby brother. We don’t shop for siblings, Cece. That’s not how it works.”

“Can, too. Grandmamma says! I wants one, Daddy.”

Calisto cleared his throat from his position leaning against the wall. “Yes, Cross, go get her a baby brother from the shop.”

Oh, for fuck’s sake.

He shot his father a glare over his daughter’s shoulder, silently shouting for the man to shut up. Once Cece got her mind made up on something, she was having it no matter what anyone said. She also learned pretty early on that her parents weren’t very good at telling her no.

“We can get a brudder at the shop, Daddy.”

“No, you can’t, but—”

“I’s telling Ma.”

Yes, his daughter’s best defense when she was told no by her father was to go to her mother. Or vice versa. At this moment, that absolutely worked for Cross.

“You tell Ma, then.”

Cece’s eyes narrowed. “I wills!”

“Okay,” he said seriously.

His daughter huffed, and stomped a heeled foot to the floor once more before she turned and darted back down the hall. Over her shoulder, he heard her say, “Gonna has a baby brudder.”




Bethany-Kris is a Canadian author, lover of much, and mother to three young sons, one cat, and two dogs. A small town in Eastern Canada where she was born and raised is where she has always called home. With her boys under her feet, snuggling cat, barking dogs, and a hubby calling over his shoulder, she is nearly always writing something … when she can find the time.

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Sneak Peek of I’ve Been Looking for You by Jennifer Dean #giveaway

MAX: The new girl, the sarcastic asshole, the one who avoids getting attached to anyone.

EMILY: The golden girl, the rule-abiding rebel, the one who unknowingly craves something more.

When fate brings the two girls together, life seemed to fall into place. Until their future plans are shattered the moment someone leaves drugs inside Max’s school locker.

While Max inevitably loses hope of escaping her new grim reality, Emily struggles to move on without the one she loves most. Especially when she’s the only one determined to find answers. But the closer Emily gets to discovering the truth, the harder it will be to stop her pursuit, even when it leads to dangerous consequences.

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JUNE​ ​20,​ ​2015

Emily’s slender finger drew invisible letters onto the table, nodding along with my voice but unaware of her distracted mind. I sighed, my words fading with unimportance as I tilted my head and​ ​narrowed​ ​my​ ​eyes​ ​with​ ​a​ ​new​ ​focus. “What’s​ ​wrong?” “What do you mean,” Emily said, slightly confused as her eyes shifted up but her finger continued​ ​with​ ​the​ ​absentminded​ ​activity. I​ ​stared​ ​back​ ​with​ ​a​ ​knowing​ ​look​ ​that​ ​caused​ ​her​ ​to​ ​shrug. “I’m​ ​not​ ​perfect,​ ​you​ ​know.​ ​I’m​ ​allowed​ ​to​ ​have​ ​bad​ ​days.​ ​You’re​ ​in​ ​prison​ ​after​ ​all.” “True,”​ ​I​ ​said​ ​with​ ​a​ ​nod.​ ​“But​ ​something​ ​tells​ ​me​ ​there’s​ ​a​ ​reason​ ​for​ ​this​ ​one.” “Well,” Emily said, curling her finger into her palm as if it had been beckoned back by her hand to create a frustrated fist. “Since you know so much, maybe you can tell what my problem is.” Her irritated tone was guarded by impatience, but the only thing that caught my attention was​ ​the​ ​sadness​ ​lingering​ ​within​ ​her​ ​eyes. “Ems,”​ ​I​ ​said​ ​with​ ​a​ ​soft​ ​plea. Emily dropped her shoulders in surrender as she closed her eyes for a few brief seconds as if it were a message for the anger to stand down. Once she had blinked them back open, it was clear the space of her former irritation had been replaced with sadness that had now just doubled its territory. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap.” Emily shook her head, speaking with a regretful tone.​ ​“Really.​ ​It’s​ ​nothing.” My own irritation rose as my need to wrap my arms around her was prevented by the restrictions​ ​of​ ​the​ ​environment​ ​surrounding​ ​us. “I know it’s not nothing,” I said, conveying with my stare that I would sit here, waiting for the​ ​rest​ ​of​ ​the​ ​visit,​ ​if​ ​I​ ​had​ ​to,​ ​until​ ​she​ ​told​ ​me​ ​what​ ​was​ ​bothering​ ​her. Emily relented with a heavy sigh, causing me to lift the left side of my mouth into a victoriously​ ​crooked​ ​smirk. “My​ ​roommate​ ​assignment​ ​came​ ​in​ ​the​ ​mail​ ​this​ ​morning.”
Her voice was low and filled with disappointment as her shoulders rose and dropped with another exaggerated sigh. Unable to resist any longer, I quickly looked over my shoulder, happy to see the officer in charge distracted by another inmate interaction, before I took the opportunity and​ ​reached​ ​across​ ​the​ ​table​ ​to​ ​place​ ​my​ ​hand​ ​over​ ​Emily’s. “You knew that was inevitable,” I said while my thumb soothed the back of her hand with gentle​ ​strokes. “I know,” Emily said pausing so that she could turn her hand over and grasp my fingers longingly with her own. “It’s just that the reality of it all is still hitting me in pieces. And seeing that this morning just—” Emily shook her head, looking down at our linked hands as if they could give her the strength she needed while she attempted to hold back the crack seeping into her​ ​voice.​ ​“It​ ​just​ ​reminded​ ​me​ ​of​ ​what​ ​we​ ​had​ ​lost.” “I’m​ ​sorry,”​ ​I​ ​said​ ​feeling​ ​the​ ​uselessness​ ​of​ ​my​ ​words​ ​as​ ​soon​ ​as​ ​they​ ​left​ ​my​ ​lips. I pulled my hand back, ignoring the way my fingers twitched—screaming in protest at the parting from one they were always meant to hold. Emily’s disappointment tightened my chest, leaving​ ​me​ ​desperate​ ​to​ ​take​ ​away​ ​the​ ​remainder​ ​of​ ​her​ ​pain,​ ​if​ ​only​ ​for​ ​a​ ​few​ ​minutes. “What?” Emily said with a confused stare as she took in the false amusement now lifting my cheeks. “Looks​ ​like​ ​you’ll​ ​be​ ​using​ ​a​ ​bra​ ​on​ ​the​ ​door​ ​after​ ​all,”​ ​I​ ​said. She leaned back in her chair, dropping her gaze to her hands as she dropped them into her lap. “I won’t have a need for anything on the door without you there,” Emily said with a low enough​ ​voice​ ​to​ ​make​ ​me​ ​question​ ​if​ ​she​ ​had​ ​been​ ​talking​ ​to​ ​them​ ​or​ ​me. “Oh,​ ​you​ ​never​ ​know,”​ ​I​ ​said​ ​with​ ​an​ ​added​ ​wink,​ ​despite​ ​her​ ​not​ ​being​ ​able​ ​to​ ​see​ ​it. “I’m​ ​glad​ ​you​ ​think​ ​this​ ​is​ ​funny.” My head tilted, and my smile dropped as her attention remained on her hands, letting her blonde​ ​locks​ ​fall​ ​forward​ ​to​ ​unintentionally​ ​cover​ ​her​ ​face. “Hey,”​ ​I​ ​said​ ​tapping​ ​my​ ​knuckles​ ​on​ ​the​ ​table​ ​as​ ​a​ ​last​ ​resort. Her chin lifted, leading the way for her blue eyes to lock back with mine and effectively leave me with the same thrill I had gotten from the first time they found me. Emily had no idea how​ ​much​ ​I​ ​carried​ ​a​ ​longing​ ​ache​ ​for​ ​them,​ ​and​ ​I​ ​wasn’t​ ​willing​ ​to​ ​let​ ​her​ ​keep​ ​them​ ​hostage. “There​ ​they​ ​are.” Emily rolled her beautiful eyes but couldn’t contain the blush within her cheeks or the toothy grin that formed without her control. There wasn’t much I could do while trapped in hell, but at least​ ​I​ ​could​ ​still​ ​bring​ ​out​ ​her​ ​smile.​ ​For​ ​that,​ ​I​ ​was​ ​grateful.

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I was never that child you found in the corner reading. In fact, I loathed the idea of picking up a book. The activity seemed more of a chore than a past time.

All that changed when my brother began talking to me about the newest novel he was reading. Harry Potter and The Order of the Phoenix. Before I knew it, my curiosity got the better of me, luring me to try the series. It didn’t take long for my mindset of reading to turn on its head.
But even with my new hobby discovered it wasn’t until my junior year of college that I developed a hidden desire for writing stories. And when I found myself writing scenes instead of paying attention to my professors, I knew becoming a writer was the career path I was meant to follow.

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Author Nancy Haviland shares Vengeance Aside #giveaway

Vengeance Aside

by Nancy Haviland
Wanted Men, #0.5
Publication Date: November 21, 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Organized Crime, Mafia, Romance



Revisit Nancy Haviland’s bestselling mafia series with this prequel novel featuring a Russian mobster who is forced to put vengeance aside in order to please the Pakhan he calls father.

He sees her. He falls. He proves it by killing for her in a room full of his associates.
Now he’ll take her home and try to convince her a love that descends like a hammer is one that can last a lifetime.

She sees him. She stumbles. She proves her sophistication by fainting, then comes to in a Russian mobster’s compound.
Now she’ll protect herself while experiencing all the things she’s been denied her entire life.

**This novel is a prequel to A Love of Vengeance (Wanted Men #1) but can be read as a standalone.**




Nancy Haviland is an award-winning, bestselling romance (suspense, erotic, contemporary) author who writes about her possessive alpha males and their obsessively loved women from her home in Southwestern Ontario. Her greatest loves are her family and that ever-present cooling cup of coffee at her elbow.

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Spotlight Wednesday with Marked for Death by J. C. Valentine #giveaway

Marked for Death

by J.C. Valentine
Blind Jacks MC #1
Publication Date: November 29, 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, MC, Biker, Romance




Leading a nomadic life, I’ve been on the run from my rich ex-husband for years. I’ve learned every trick in the book, staying one step ahead of him and his trackers. He’s taken everything from me, and despite everything, I’ve managed to carve out a life. But he’s getting close again. It’s time to hit the road, to start over…but it looks like the universe has other plans.


As Sargent at Arms, stalking the crazy man trying to kill my MC brothers is part of my job description. Protecting the club is what I live for. Unfortunately, today I’m the loser in our never ending game of cat and mouse. The last thing I remember before waking up in the emergency room is staring up at the sky while bleeding out onto the cold, hard pavement. Then the pretty nurse walks in and turns my world sideways, and those soft hands know just how to handle a big, angry biker like me. With a psycho on my tail, the stakes couldn’t be higher. I know I should walk away, but self-preservation has never been much of a strong suit. As my enemy closes in, I’ve got no gun, three bullet holes, and absolutely zero patience left. The question is, who will be the one to sign my death warrant—the crazy-ass biker who’s gunning for me…or the sexy-as-sin nurse I’ve got a hard-on for?






J.C. Valentine is the USA Today and International bestselling author of the Night Calls and Wayward Fighters Series and the Forbidden Trilogy. Her vivid imagination and love of words and romance had her penning her own romance stories from an early age, which, despite being poorly edited and written longhand, she forced friends and family members to read. No, she isn’t sorry.

Living in the Northwest, she has three amazing children and far too many pets. Among the many hats she wears, J.C. is an entrepreneur. Having graduated with honors, she holds a Bachelor’s in English and when she isn’t writing, you can find her editing for fellow authors.

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