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♥Release Day Blitz ♥ The Lies of Bryn van Doren by R.C. Martin♥

Title: The Lies of Bryn van Doren

Author: R.C. Martin

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Day: February 2, 2021


In the heart of Lower Manhattan, amid a maze of dark decadence, is one of New York City’s best kept secrets. Among the highest of Wall Street’s elite–Khalohn Morgan is in on it. Reputed as a generous lover, coveted by all the women of Clandestine’s, he’s often satisfied.

Until her.

Jessica Chapman knows she’s nothing more than a girl from Brooklyn who works hard and loves deep. When her ailing mother struggles to make ends meet, she doesn’t think twice before stepping in to help. As bad goes to worse, her determination to do anything for the woman who raised her is put to the test.

It’s desperation that leads her into the bowels of Clandestine’s. The world of secrets beckons her to slip into the persona of Bryn van Doren. But it’s him who leaves her tangled in a bed of lies.


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It’s ten minutes after the top of the hour when Atzel pulls up to the curb in front of The Critic—located on the banks of Hell’s Kitchen. The high-end club is one Khalohn has been able to tolerate in the past, all the while certain what he seeks for his own personal endeavors won’t be found within the establishment. It is a setting by which a compromise is often found on nights like this one. It’s no secret to either of them how much Porter enjoys playing the game.

While Khalohn finds it almost as painful to watch the hunt as it is to participate himself, The Critic is worth his time for more than one reason. Not only is it a place Porter likes to frequent, but it’s also a space in which a number of notable, wealthy New Yorkers find themselves on occasion—their VIP status an actuality which must be seen to be accepted. Much as he wishes he could deny it, rubbing shoulders with the right crowd never hurt his reputation as a businessman not to be forgotten. And when schmoozing with the elite gets to be too much, The Critic serves a scotch smooth enough to make the trip worth his while.

Atzel opens Khalohn’s door, and he’s quick to step out and onto the curb. Glancing at the line of people who wish to get into the nightclub causes him to remember how much he despises being surrounded by women the likes of which he’s encountered far too many times. He sees it, even now, as a couple women eye him from head to toe. Flattering as one might think their attentions are, all they see are his details. The cut of his tailored Gucci suit, the shine of his Tom Ford oxford shoes, and the face of his Montblanc timepiece. In their eyes, he isn’t a man so much as he’s a bank account—and this is not a notion which has ever brought him pride.

As he looks away from them, he pulls his phone from his pocket. After a couple of hours in the club, an indulgence of his own will be warranted. Ironic as it might seem, the extravagant amount of money he invests in his frequent rendezvous doesn’t cause him to see those women in the same light in which he views the ones in the crowd. When he walks into that room, he is not a bank account, but a man intent on doling out pleasure as he seeks his own. His reputation precedes him in more than one arena—underground, the generosity they speak of holds no monetary value.

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♥Release Day Blitz & Review ♥ With This Ring by Natasha Knight♥

Title: With This Ring
Series: To Have and To Hold Duet #1
Author: Natasha Knight
Genre: Dark Mafia Romance
Release Date: February 2, 2021
When I rescued Scarlett De La Cruz from her tower it’s not like her prospects were looking so great. 
You’d think she’d show a little gratitude. Thank me for putting my ring on her finger and marking her as mafia property.
My property. 
I’ll keep her safe. And the trade-off isn’t so bad. Most women would jump at the chance to sleep in my bed.
Not Scarlett, though.
My Cartel Princess has a big mouth and an even bigger attitude. But it’s her furious caramel eyes that keep me coming back for more. That and the way her body bends to mine like it already knows it belongs to me.
Scarlett is my enemy. She’s also the one woman I can’t keep my hands off.
But if I don’t keep my head on straight, everything I’ve worked for all these years will have been for nothing.
Lace falls across my face. It’s yellowed over the years and the smell that clings to it is musty. Old. But it’s my mother’s. The one she wore on her wedding day.
Baby’s breath and discarded lilies litter the stone floor as the woman grumbles behind me. She’s annoyed at having to work with the old veil when a brand new, prettier one sits unused in its box. I move my foot, crush the delicate baby’s breath, impaling the fallen petal of a pale pink lily with my heel.
Funeral flowers for a wedding. An omen.
Not that I need one.
The stink of them turns my stomach. This isn’t how I imagined my wedding day.
“Finished,” the woman announces.
I stand, the petal sticking to my heel. I don’t care. I look up to meet my reflection in the mirror.
“He won’t like the veil,” she says. She’s a blur beside me.
I shift my gaze, letting my eyes focus on her. She’s plump and short and has a wart on the side of her face with a thick black hair growing out of it. Don’t judge a book by its cover has nothing on this one. She is as much a bitch inside as she looks on the outside.
“I guess he’ll have to get over it.”
“You should wear the one he sent.”
I don’t bother to answer her, although I agree. The veil was a gift from my brothers.
No, not a gift.
Just another cruelty to make me wear my mother’s veil for this sham wedding.
She snorts, turns to gather up the dress, the keys jangling on her belt. I could take them. Overpower her. That part would be easy. It’s the men with the guns outside the door who’d be the problem.
Noisy footsteps on the hundred stairs announce the approach of soldiers to my tower room.
A tower. They locked me in a fucking tower. My own fucking brothers.
From the sound of things, they’re expecting me to put up a fight. They’ll take me kicking and screaming if I do. Besides, I know better than to waste my energy on them. I’ll need it after. For the wedding night.
A man says something, another one laughs, just before I hear a loud crash, like something smashing hard against the wall.
It’s then that it happens. Gunfire explodes just beyond my room. A bullet splinters its way through the thick wooden door and shatters the mirror, breaking my reflection into a thousand pieces, sending me backward into the stone wall.
The woman with the wart screams.
I right myself. Touching the back of my head with one hand, I somehow still manage to keep hold of the lilies. Suddenly, the door is kicked in, banging against the wall as heavily armed men in military fatigues raid my room. A cloud of smoke follows behind them, seeping into my circular tower.
They fan out, a dozen of them and I don’t recognize a single one. These aren’t my brothers’ men.
The woman is on the floor blubbering something, sobbing.
I just stare at the door as another set of footsteps approach, quieter now. This one isn’t in a hurry. And I know the instant he steps into my line of vision that he’s in charge.
He’s the one to worry about. The only one who’s masked.
He stops just inside the room, surveys it, eyeing every soldier, every stone, every cobweb. And when deep blue eyes land on me, a weight drops in my belly, a hundred-pound cement block.
The woman with the keys stands, tripping over her words as she walks toward him. He looks down at her like he’s irritated, and she doesn’t get far. An echo of bullets shuts her down, splattering blood like paint on my neck, my face. The shots put her back on the floor.
I don’t spare her a glance. I don’t need to, to know she’s dead.
The man’s eyes return to mine. They narrow. And when he takes a step toward me, I take one back, knocking the chair behind me to the floor, panicking then. Animated then.
I turn to run but see a dozen sets of eyes staring back at me. The masked intruder, the biggest of them all, blocks the only exit. I can’t even jump from the window. They’re barred. Suicide was never an option, not for my brothers. They needed me.
But something’s gone wrong.
And before I can decide what to do, before I can make up my mind to try to charge him, to risk bullets putting me down like they did the woman on the floor, he’s got my wrist in his right hand and he’s squeezing it.
My hand opens. Flowers scatter to the floor. I watch them, then watch him lift my hand to his face. His thumb comes to my ring finger where the hideous diamond catches the waning sun. For a moment I think he’s going to break my finger. But he twists and forces it off. It’s tight but he manages. He pockets the ring then shifts his gaze to mine again.
I swallow hard.
He cocks his head to the side, one hand still locked around my wrist. He spins me around.
I scream as he jerks me to him, his body a solid wall at my back.
He releases my wrist and bands his arm beneath my breasts. With the other, he pushes the veil off my neck, his hand rough against my skin, fingers digging, bruising. I think he’s going to snap my neck. One quick twist is all it would take. He’s a fucking giant.
But he doesn’t.
Instead, the moment I turn my face up to his, he squeezes and instantly, my knees give out. My arms drop uselessly to my sides. He shifts his grip and as I slip, he lifts me up, hauling me over his shoulder, turning the room upside down before it goes black.
Releasing February 23
Natasha Knight is the USA Today Bestselling author of Romantic Suspense and Dark Romance Novels. She has sold over half a million books and is translated into six languages. She currently lives in The Netherlands with her husband and two daughters and when she’s not writing, she’s walking in the woods listening to a book, sitting in a corner reading or off exploring the world as often as she can get away.

♥♥♥Jeanette’s Review♥♥♥

With This RingWith This Ring by Natasha Knight
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

5+ Stars!!!
With This Ring is one of the best reads of this year. Gosh…This book kept me on the edge of my seat and falling head over heels in love with Scarlett and Cristiano’s story. Their story is so freaking good and I was hooked from the very first page until the cliffhanger. I can’t wait to get my hands on the next book. This book is pure mafia/cartel goodness!! Natasha always takes my breath away with her writing. To say that I loved this book is an understatement. I can’t express how much that I floved this book without giving everything away. I HIGHLY, HIGHLY recommend that you read this book and get swept away. You will not regret this one.

Happy Reading Everyone!!!

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✞ Excerpt Reveal ✞ SANCTE DIABOLI by Amo Jones ✞

  SANCTE DIABOLI: PART ONE (Elite King’s Club Series #6) by Amo Jones Release Date: February 9th   Add to Goodreads:   Preorder Today!! Releases Wide and then moves to KU after Release! Apple: Nook: Kobo: Amazon US: Amazon AU: Amazon UK:     Blurb: The Devil comes with baggage, and not the kind you can lose. I was two years old when he saved me. I didn’t understand much at that age, but I remember the pale boy with hair as dark as ink, saving me from two evils. He said he would protect me; I just didn’t know he meant from himself. I was raised in the arms of evil, tailored for the Devil like a custom Armani suit, and every day he wore it like a weapon. Brantley thought by keeping me locked in his manor that it would protect me, and it did. Until it didn’t. As I slowly adapt to The Elite Kings Club and the dark, sinister world that exists around the outlaws in suits, I come to learn that the monster everyone fears is the very same one I crave. Like a prized trophy, I sit on his throne… Something quite pretty, an object he owns… She’s a porcelain doll, so shiny, so clean… Something I want to polish, but to never be seen… The time has come, I am in his world… Now his Dea, can be admired by all… The thing with porcelain is it’s fragile and delicate… It would only take a second for me to eradicate it…   Excerpt: “She’s a Vitiosis before she’s anything else.” “A Hayes by blood,” Hector adds, and I can’t help it. The corner of my mouth curves, flashing straight teeth. “Sure about that?”       About the Author: Amo Jones is a USA Today & Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author, totally winging this author thing (she’s probably doing it all wrong). She likes cake, loves wine, and her religion is magic (Slytherin). She’s a profound work-a-holic, but when she’s not writing, you can find her chilling with her kids & Husband at the nearest beach, with a cocktail in her hand. New Zealand is not a state of Australia and rugby is the best sport ever played. Connect w/Amo: Website: Facebook: Facebook Group: Twitter: Instagram: Goodreads: Amazon: Bookbub:      
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The Last Tiara, an all-new gorgeous and heartrending novel from New York Times bestselling author M.J. Rose is available now!

“A wonderfully twisted plot that keeps the reader wanting more.”–Publisher’s Weekly (Starred review)
The Last Tiara, an all-new gorgeous and heartrending novel from New York Times bestselling author M.J. Rose is available now!
From New York Times and Wall Street Journal bestseller M.J. Rose comes a provocative and moving story of a young female architect in post-World War II Manhattan, who stumbles upon a hidden treasure and begins a journey to discovering her mother’s life during the fall of the Romanovs.
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Sophia Moon had always been reticent about her life in Russia and when she dies, suspiciously, on a wintry New York evening, Isobelle despairs that her mother’s secrets have died with her. But while renovating the apartment they shared, Isobelle discovers something among her mother’s effects—a stunning silver tiara, stripped of its jewels.
Isobelle’s research into the tiara’s provenance draws her closer to her mother’s past—including the story of what became of her father back in Russia, a man she has never known. The facts elude her until she meets a young jeweler, who wants to help her but is conflicted by his loyalty to the Midas Society, a covert international organization whose mission is to return lost and stolen antiques, jewels, and artwork to their original owners.
Told in alternating points of view, the stories of the two young women unfurl as each struggles to find their way during two separate wars. In 1915, young Sofiya Petrovitch, favorite of the royal household and best friend of Grand Duchess Olga Nikolaevna, tends to wounded soldiers in a makeshift hospital within the grounds of the Winter Palace in St. Petersburg and finds the love of her life. In 1948 New York, Isobelle Moon works to break through the rampant sexism of the age as one of very few women working in a male-dominated profession and discovers far more about love and family than she ever hoped for.
In M.J. Rose’s deftly constructed narrative, the secrets of Sofiya’s early life are revealed incrementally, even as Isobelle herself works to solve the mystery of the historic Romanov tiara (which is based on an actual Romanov artifact that is, to this day, still missing)—and how it is that her mother came to possess it. The two strands play off each other in finely-tuned counterpoint, building to a series of surprising and deeply satisfying revelations.
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