Cover Reveal: Watch and See by Jiffy Kate

Title: Watch and See
Author: Jiffy Kate
Genre: Contemporary Romance w/ Erotic Elements
Release Date: March 9, 2018

Cover Design/Formatting: Jersey Girl Designs
Cover Model/Photographer: Franggy Yanez

Life hasn’t been kind to Harper Evans.

The small-town gossip about her dead dad and drug-addicted mother has taken its toll. But when her mother is admitted to a long-term rehab facility a few hours away, Harper sees her chance for a fresh start. 

A shoebox apartment above a Chinese restaurant isn’t exactly the escape she dreamed of, but she makes it work. With limited funds and no social life, she views her new city through a dusty old pair of binoculars.

There’s no harm in looking.

Just a peek and I’ll stop.

Harper finds her new pastime quickly turning into a full-fledged obsession. She begins falling for a man she doesn’t know—has never met—as she watches him have sex through the window of his apartment. Daydreaming about what it would be like if she were one of his conquests.

We all reach a point when watching isn’t enough—when we can no longer just be a spectator in our own life. That’s when it’s supposed to get good, right? When we take control and go after what we want. But what happens when it all blows up in our face and we’re left with less than nothing?

What then?

 

His large palms and long fingers press firmly against the glass, while her pale back slides vigorously up and down, a mess of red hair in tangles around her.

 

Everything I observe on the other side of that window hits somewhere deep within me, igniting a fire I didn’t know was possible.

I watch.

I see.

I feel.

Her legs unravel from his waist, and he spins her around. She braces her hands against the glass and her mouth drops open as he enters her from behind. This is the first glimpse I’ve got of her face, and she’s beautiful. Her features are soft and delicate. But she’s no different than the rest—they’re all beautiful. 

This is his favorite position. He takes almost every woman like this. And since it’s a favorite of his, it’s also become a favorite of mine. Well, a favorite to watch. I’ve only ever had sex in the missionary position, but I have a good imagination.

I continue to watch. He pushes; she pushes. He pulls; she surrenders. Sometimes, it’s slow and sensual. Other times, it’s fast and hard. It’s up to him. He sets the pace. The women are at his mercy, but I never see them leave without a sated expression. So, I can only guess it’s as good for them as it is for him… and for me.

The woman’s beautiful face contorts as she throws her head back. Judging by the way her mouth is hanging open and her throat is moving, I imagine she’s screaming, probably his name.

He bends her over even farther, his strong hands gripping her torso as his hips collide with hers, and he continues to thrust in and out forcefully. The sweat coating his chest accentuates the definition of his muscles. Gritted teeth and a tight jaw tell me he’s getting close, which disappoints me because I could watch him for hours.

I let out a breath I’ve been holding, licking my dry lips as I watch him push in even harder, his movements becoming erratic.

I probably shouldn’t watch. I’m sure some would think it’s perverse.

I don’t have a fetish, per se, but I do have to admit I get off.

I’d have to be dead not to.

Eventually, his body relaxes, and he pulls out, quickly walking to a nearby trashcan and disposing of the condom. His firm backside is almost as good as the front. I bite my lip, watching the muscles in his back. I want that. I want him.

She disappears, probably going to the bathroom to get cleaned up. He continues to walk around the living room naked. He’s still somewhat erect, and even in this state, it’s something that makes my mouth water and my imagination run wild.

I’m definitely going to have to take a bath before the ice cream tonight. There’s no way I can stand the throbbing between my legs any longer.

Regretfully, I place the binoculars down on the window sill and head for the bathroom. Turning on the faucet, I let the scene from the last few minutes play on loop as I check the temperature water until it’s just right. 

When the tub is full, I step in and sink down, resting my head back and allowing the warmth to envelop me—my mind immediately going to him. Closing my eyes, I imagine him. I think about what it would be like to be in the window… to be his prey… to be consumed by him.

His hands. 

His mouth. 

His tongue. 

Slipping my hand between my legs, I press my middle finger firmly against my clit and make slow circles before dipping down and collecting the wetness that has nothing to do with my bath. It doesn’t take long for me to coax an orgasm to the surface. The familiar tightness in my stomach has me increasing the friction and chasing my release. 

Exhaling my appreciation, I sink further into the tub. I’m not completely sated, like the women when they leave his apartment, but I’ve taken the edge off enough to relieve the ache.

 

When I’m out of the bath and dried off, I walk to the freezer, making my selection for the night.

 

Red Velvet Cake.

Returning to the window sill with my carton of ice cream, I curl my legs under me and pick the binoculars back up.

He’s alone, and he’s no longer naked, but this look is a close second. The gray sweatpants he’s wearing hang loosely on his hips, displaying the V of his muscles that lead down below. His hair is wet. I don’t know why, but thinking of him being in the shower at the same time I was in the bath makes me feel connected to him in some weird way. I like it. Sometimes, I like watching what he does after the women leave almost as much as I enjoy watching what he does while they’re there.

Almost.

 

Jiffy Kate is the joint pen name for Jiff Simpson and Jenny Kate Altman. They’re co-writing besties who share a brain and a love of cute boys, good coffee, and a fun time. 

Together, they’ve written over twenty stories. Their first published book, Finding Focus, was released in November 2015. Since then, they’ve continued to write what they know, which is southern settings full of swoony heroes and strong heroines. 

You can find them on most social media outlets at @jiffykate, @jiffykatewrites, or @jiffsimpson and @jennykate77.
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Cover Reveal: Pivot Line by Rebel Farris

Title: Pivot Line
Duet Title: Falling Small Duet #2
Author: Rebel Farris
Genre:  Romance Suspense
Release Date: March 7, 2018
Cover Designer: Regina Wamba of Mae I Design
Illustrator: Javier Chavarris

Sometimes the worst lies… are the ones we tell ourselves.

His death left me broken—destroyed.

It wasn’t the incident alone. I was already damaged beyond repair by the events leading to that moment. But seeing his lifeless body only sealed my fate. So many mistakes. So much regret.

Dex wants to know what happened that night. He wants to catch a killer and put my demons to rest. I’m just not sure I can trust him after the lies he told to get close. I’m wary… guarded. Still, I’ll welcome him to my world and lead him into the darkness.

He’ll see me for what I truly am. But I’m not the only one keeping secrets.

And maybe… the truth will set us all free.
Rebel Farris is a romantic suspense author. She’s also the mom of three lunatics plus two perfect pups (Spike and Snakefinder) currently residing in Austin, TX. A native Texan and former military wife, she spent three years living in Seoul, South Korea (where part of her heart will always belong) and every corner of her home state before settling down. One day she hopes to live out the dreams of her nomadic soul, by traveling the world. All while pouring out the myriad of stories that fill her not-so-normal mind. She’ll just have to wait until her brats graduate and leave the house first.

When she’s not busy writing her newest project, she can probably be found curling up with a good book, hiding behind a lens of one of her many cameras, or going on adventures with her kids. Champion of the anti-hero, Rebel loves to write suspenseful and unpredictable stories while making people fall in love with the bad guy and the broken souls.


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Hitched While Intoxicated by Florella Grant Blog Tour

 
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by Florella Grant
 
 
Genre: Contemporary Romance
 
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What could be in the memory box that has Kimberly Davis afraid of opening it?
 
When
Kimberly and her friends were young, they started a memory box to open
once they all turned 30 years old. It’s her 30th birthday, but she has a
bad feeling about what’s inside. Images of beer bottles, dancing with a
stranger, and a bare-end walking away flash before her.
 
How bad can it be?
 
The
box is finally opened. Their memories spread out in front of them, and
only one last item in the box. A marriage certificate!
 
Oh no!
 
After
discovering the stranger, Ryan Calvin, never annulled the impulsive
marriage, Kimberly has no choice but to put an end to it. Against her
brother’s legal advice, Kimberly takes the divorce papers to
Pottersville, Indiana.
 
Easy peasy, right? Not exactly!
 
Ryan
is out of town. His brother Alex, has offered her a place to stay until
Ryan’s return. Alex is a single father, and generous to his guest. Oh,
did I mention he’s hot and Kimberly can’t help but notice? She’s in
danger of falling for him. He’s affectionately willing to catch her.
What could happen when Ryan finally returns?
 

 

ExcerptAlex didn’t mean to eavesdrop but, when he passed Kimberly’s room and heard her on the phone, he paused to listen. The conversation was about him. That much, he knew. He wondered what her friend suggested and wished he heard both ends of the conversation. Alex didn’t have time to think about what his guest was saying because he heard her say goodbye. He quietly slipped into the living room and acted like he’d been there all night. “Hey, there you are,” he welcomed her when she walked into the room. “I was just thinking about watching a movie. Care to join me?”

“Do you have popcorn?” Kimberly teased as she sat on the other end of the couch.

“Only if you help me,” Alex joked. He didn’t need her help in the kitchen, but the thought of them working side by side, in the small space, excited him. She poured a couple drinks while he worked his magic on the stove. As the corn popped, he turned to her and asked, “Why do you want a divorce?”

Kimberly gave him a confused look and then shrugged her shoulders. “Because we were drunk and young. I have no idea who Ryan is. How can I stay married to a stranger?”

Alex didn’t say anything for a while. He put the popcorn in the bowl and seasoned it while Kimberly took the drinks into the living room. When he joined her, he continued the conversation. “I didn’t mean it like that. Are you engaged or something?”

“What?” Kimberly’s laugh sounded like she was nervous. “No, what makes you think that?”

“I don’t know,” Alex began smiling. “Isn’t that what they do in movies? Girl gets engaged, finds out she’s still married, and sets out to end it.” She was looking at him but not saying a word. “Romantic comedies.”

Kimberly couldn’t keep a straight face any longer. He was being serious; thinking she was there for those reasons. She started laughing which caused him to laugh. “Nothing like that.” She assured him.

“I don’t believe in divorce,” he told her.

“Neither do I,” she said, but Alex smirked. “Under normal circumstances,” she added. “Ryan and I don’t know each other. It should have been annulled years ago. This is different.” He reached over and tapped her knee, and nodded, letting her know that he understood.

“So, you’re single?” He noticed her rosy cheeks and the way she took a deep breath. Alex felt flushed himself but had the advantage of a five o’clock shadow to hide it. When she didn’t answer right away, Alex cleared his throat and said, “So what would you like to watch?”

“Sweet Home Alabama.”

They laughed. Alex knew she was joking and picked something else out instead. He flipped through the options and noticed her inching her way closer to him. The thought of putting his arm around her crossed his mind, but he held back. Getting close to Kimberly would only cause trouble.

When the movie was over, Alex put the television on mute and turned towards Kimberly. “What do you do for a living?”

“Social media consultant and online management,” she answered.

“What is that?” Alex knew what that was. He only wanted to listed to her sweet voice speak to him.

Kimberly stated to explain what she did but hesitated. “Wait, do you have the internet out here?”

“I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about, ma’am.” Alex laughed and continued in a hick voice, “Around here, we rely on nosey neighbors to keep us informed of all the gossip.” Then he pointed to a desktop computer and he threw a kernel of corn at her to make her laugh again.

Kimberly’s face turned red once more. “What about you?” She questioned in return. “You run this farm by yourself?”

“It’s a family farm,” he reminded her. “When Ryan isn’t here, I’m usually running it alone. Sometimes, I hire local guys to work for a few weeks at a time; usually around harvest.”

Kimberly looked like she forgot about Ryan. He watched her adjust her legs as she sat on one. If he didn’t know any better, Alex would think she was intrigued. “Do you have a big family?” She questioned him.



Alex frowned. “No, not anymore.”



Kimberly cocked her head signaling for him to explain that. 



“Have an aunt and uncle on my father’s side of the family, but they moved to Florida years ago. I rarely hear from them.” He paused, figuring out what she’d like to hear. “My dad died when I was twelve. Mom, uh, just a few years ago. Remember?”



Kimberly nodded. He mentioned it the night before. “It’s just you and Ariel,” she said out loud without thinking.



“And Ryan,” Alex reminded her with a devilish grin. His face neared her as they wrapped up the conversation. Her lips were close. It took all his strength not to lean in and kiss them.



“And Ryan,” she whispered with a sense of regret in her voice.


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About the Author
 
Born
on Valentine’s day, Florella Grant is a pure romantic at heart. Her
first words were “happy ever after”. Okay, maybe not exactly those words
but she’s been writing them since she was old enough to pick up a
pencil. She comes from a long line of writer’s, including her very
distant relative, Ulysses S. Grant. Florella has been inspired by Jane
Austin and Emily Bronte, but her biggest inspiration comes from the
fictional romance novelist, Felicia Galant. All her life, she wanted to
be Felicia, and was deeply saddened when the long running daytime drama,
Another World, was canceled. Florella lives in New York and has 3
beautiful daughters.
 

 

 

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Tethered: Savior Series #2 by RC Martin

Title: Tethered
Series: Savior Series #2
Author: RC Martin
Genre: Romance Suspense
Release Date: February 8, 2018 
she’s as constant as the Tide, the woman I let choose me for Eternity; I don’t deserve her, but it’s done. she’s mine. my Treasure. my wife. he is my Husband. I belong to him, body and soul. never have I Ever loved a man so fiercely. yet, when we’re Ripped apart, my love is crippling; it only intensifies the Excruciating nightmare of my reality. we said until Death do us part…without him, death is what I fear. 

 


 

I promised I’d protect her. now the absence of her makes me ache–the distance between us tugging at my innermost being.
that is who I am. that is who we are–bound as one. tethered together.
Intended for audiences 18+ years of age, due to explicit sexual content, language, and some violence.

I’m a born and bred Coloradan. While I now reside in Virginia, the land of the Rocky Mountains is where I’ve left a piece of my heart and where my characters come to life. I started writing love stories when I was seventeen, and I haven’t been able to stop! With me, you’ll find that I dabble in a few different romance genres, but my voice is one that’s all about the heart. Writing is my dream; and as a dreamer, you can rest assured that there are many more novels in my head that I can hardly wait to share.

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Confessions of a Klutz by Abigail Davies Cover Reveal

Confessions of a Klutz

by Abigail Davies
Publication Date: February 22, 2018
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

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What do you get when you cross a klutz with a GQ model lookalike?

Sounds like a bad joke, right? Only it’s my reality. And reality comes in the form of arm veins, dimples, and THE sexiest voice I’ve ever heard.

But there’s a slight issue. You see, I have a confession: I’m a klutz.

I’m used to it now and everything’s going fine— if you don’t count the monthly trips to ER and the twenty-three jobs in the last four years—that is until I’m sent to New York.

The city of dreams… a klutz’s worst nightmare.

Three weeks. Twenty-one days.

I can control it, right?

WRONG.

Let the fun begin.

About Abigail Davies

Abigail Davies grew up with a passion for words, storytelling, maths, and anything pink. Dreaming up characters—quite literally—and talking to them out loud is a daily occurrence for her. She finds it fascinating how a whole world can be built with words alone, and how everyone reads and interprets a story differently. Now following her dreams of writing, Abigail has found the passion that she always knew was there. When she’s not writing: she’s a mother to two daughters who she encourages to use their imagination as she believes that it’s a magical thing, or getting lost in a good book. If she’s doing neither of those things, you can be sure she’s surfing the web buying new makeup, clothes, or binge watching another show as she becomes one with her sofa.

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