Pre-Order Blitz: Landing the Runaway (Runaway, #1) by J. Haney & S.I. Hayes (Erotic Romance Novella)

 

Title: Landing the Runaway

Series: Runaway #1

Authors: J. Haney & S.I. Hayes

Genre: Erotic Romance Novella (15K Words)

Release Date: June 4, 2021

Cover Design: Haney Hayes Promotions

My world was decadent, if not lonely. Raised by an aging Blue Blooded sycophant, I couldn’t stomach the idea of a forced marriage.

So I ran.

Took on the world one, two at a time, with one goal in mind. To come.

To feel my blood boil, my heart race and my body transcend to something-anything worth living for before their private dick catches up with me.

Jumping my cruise ship to a resort town in Mexico, I thought I was good. Thought I could disappear and resume my chase of debaucheries and delights.

Then I met him.

The monster of a man that has promised to do all I need. The catch? He wants my trust and complete obedience. Can I give up control in pursuit of my desires? Can I swallow my defiance and surrender to him or will my past arise and leave me as always— wanting?

Note: Contains cameos from the main characters in J. Haney & S.I. Hayes' Island Heir. While not required reading they do hope you may want to know Ian and Autumn's story!
Violence
Drug Reference
Adult Language
Strong Sexual Situations

Jaiden

Nope, nope, no. No fucking way. This has been my mantra, my resolve for the last one hundred and four days. On New Year’s Eve, I met a man. A nice man, and at midnight I even let him kiss me. The following morning, as I helped myself to breakfast, I was told a match had been made. Not only was I to date this man, but within the year, I was to marry and become Missus Oscar Edmundo Rodriguez Suarez.

I don’t think so!

I did the only thing a girl raised by her Abuela can. I cried. I swore. I booked a cruise. By the fifth, I said goodbye to Fort Lauderdale and hello deep blue sea. I have eaten, licked, flicked, sucked but not fucked my way around the world. This cherry is and has always been cock free. Not for lack of want, but for lack of passion. I have yet to find a man or woman that can make me come. If they can’t do it by hand, why the fuck would I let them try with anything else? I can’t even get myself there. It’s a hopeless case, but I’m still trying.

I’m free at the moment, but that is slowly changing. I talked to my sister Ambery, and they have decided to come to get me off the ship. Well, fuck that. Five hundred American and a hand job can get you a motorboat to the nearest island. Goodbye, Cruise, and hello Puerto Vallarta, Mexico.

“It’s the middle of the night, Miss Jai. Are you sure you won’t rather have stayed on the boat?”

“You’re sweet, Miguel, but this is how it must end.” I kiss his cheek as he unloads the three bags I have carried with me for just a day over five months. My big roller duffel and my tote. Packing anything more, and I wouldn’t have gotten away as cleanly as I had.

I secure it all and start my walk up the beach toward the lights of the Vallarta Heirs, an offshoot of the Georgetown Heirs private suits in the Caymans. I stayed there a few years back and had a lovely experience. Let’s hope I get a similar one tonight. The walk is not simple in the sand, and once I hit the cobblestone, it’s not much easier. The Whitestone buildings rise like silent sentinels calling me to safety.

“Aye, Mami.”

I hear catcalled from behind me. I knew I should have put on pants instead of the short joggers I have on, but I wasn’t thinking about anything but escape. I can’t risk them finding me, dragging me back to a loveless marriage. I won’t do that. Never. I want love and fire. Passion and sex. God, do I just want to have a person ravage me until my legs turn to jelly and my insides overflow until there is nothing more than a puddle where I once stood.

I pick up my pace and reach into my tote; I grip my taser. I don’t fuck around. I have a police issue that will make any man piss himself with a single charge. I can hear them coming.

Deep breaths, I feel one grab my hair, taser in hand before I spin.

Zap!

I hit—what is that a fucking tree? Shit! Timber! This huge man falls, and down we go. I can hear the other men yelling.

“Perra blanca loca!”

Crazy white bitch? “Yeah!” I shove the man off me as he groans. It’s then that I see he’s not—well-a Mexican accoster. His shirt is open, and his muscles are still contracting from the zap I gave him. “Shit. I’m sorry! If you puke, you’ll feel better.”

“Fuck Darlin’.” The man groans. “I was only tryin’ to make sure you weren’t—” He huffs, blinking away the pain. “Molested.”

I bite my lip with worry as he notices what I promised would happen. He’s pissed himself. ‘Do-do you have a room nearby?”

“Why? So you can hit me again, then take my money and my shit?”

“Fuck you!” I throw a hundred bucks at him and, grabbing my bags, storm away, muttering. “Cock sucking, asshole. Try and make up for shit, and they gotta be mother-fucking jackasses.”

J. HANEY

S.I. HAYES

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Blog Tour, Excerpt & Giveaway: Bad Boys Don't Make Good Boyfriends (Life Lessons, #2) by Melanie A. Smith (Adult Contemporary Romance)

Bad Boys Don’t Make Good Boyfriends
Melanie A. Smith
(Life Lessons, #2)
Publication date: May 19th, 2020
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

From best-selling author Melanie A. Smith comes the second book in a new series of steamy contemporary medical romance standalone novels about life lessons that break all the rules.
Even when you know better, sometimes it’s simply too tempting…
Hospital work isn’t for the faint of heart. Becca Dillon knows that firsthand, having worked as a medical assistant in the cardiac unit at Rutherford Hospital for longer than she cares to think about. What she does care to think about is having fun, gossip, and … guys. Her favorite of the three. And why stick to one, when you can sample them all?
That’s exactly her plan when a workplace crush on a mysterious bad-boy orderly unexpectedly takes a very steamy turn. But Vincent DeMarco turns out to be nothing like she expected, and before she knows it, she’s falling hard and fast. She wants him in ways she’s never wanted anyone before, but there’s something he’s keeping from her. Something that’s holding him back. And Becca is going to find out what.
Even though she knows that bad boys don’t make good boyfriends, he seems like he might be so much more. Will her quest unlock the truth behind who he really is? Or will it end their relationship for good? Either way, ready or not, Becca’s world is about to change.

Excerpt

“You shouldn’t be out here after dark on your own.”

I look behind me to see Vincent coming out of the side entrance, and I roll my eyes. What the hell is he doing out here? He can’t be weird and aloof somewhere else? He closes the door behind him and sinks into a chair on the other side of the table I’m sitting at.

“I’m a big girl. I can handle it.”

Vincent levels an impatient look at me. “All the same, I think I’ll stick around if that’s cool with you.”

So now he gives a shit? This guy needs to make up his mind.

But I just shrug indifferently. “Suit yourself.” I twist again, trying to crack my back.

“Rough day?” he asks.

“Rough month.”

“I feel you. Come here.” He stands, gesturing for me to join him.

I rise, and he gathers me in his arms.

“What are you doing?” I ask, pulling back. First he can’t even touch me enough to dance with me, now he wants to hold me? Confusing much?

“Just shut up and trust me,” he grumbles. “Stay loose.”

Against my better judgment, I relax in his arms. He balls his fists together behind my back and pulls sharply toward himself. An immense crack echoes through the alley and a sense of relief washes through my body.

“Holy fucking shit, that was amazing,” I groan as the ache seeps out of my back. I look up at him. “Thank you.”

He drops his arms and takes a step back. “No problem.” He shoves his hands in the pockets of his jeans self-consciously but doesn’t back away further or sit back down.

“What else do you have in your bag of tricks?” I tease.

He smirks. “What else hurts?”

I bark a sharp laugh. “Nothing that you can help me with.”

“You sure about that?” he asks.

“Pretty sure,” I reply, looking up at him firmly and crossing my arms over my chest. I can’t decide if I’m laying down a challenge or simply stating fact.

He steps back toward me, leaning in. “I think you might be surprised.”

I raise an eyebrow. “And I think guys like you are all talk.” Hmmm. Definitely a challenge.

That gets a derisive laugh out of him. “You don’t know anything about me.”

“I know that you’re all over the fucking map. You’re moody and withdrawn. I know that I really don’t want to be attracted to you.”

“But you are.”

I throw my hands up. “Yes. Happy?”

“Not really.”

I blanch at his words, not sure if he means that he’s not happy that I’m attracted to him or that he’s not happy in general.

“And why’s that?”

“Because I already knew that.”

“Pfff,” I scoff. 

“If it makes you feel better, it’s not just you. You don’t take shit and you speak your mind. Gotta say, as much as I don’t want to, I find that pretty fucking hot.”

I give him a skeptical look, fighting a blush from his compliment-slash … insult? “How do you know I don’t take shit?” I ask back, a challenge in my tone.

He smirks. “You just made my point,” he replies with a chuckle.

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Melanie A. Smith is the best-selling author of The Safeguarded Heart Series and other contemporary romance fiction. Originally from upstate New York, she spent most of her childhood in the San Francisco Bay Area before moving to Los Angeles for college. After that, she spent almost fifteen years in the Seattle Area, and now lives in the Dallas-Fort Worth area of Texas with her family.
A voracious reader and lifelong writer, Melanie’s writing began at a young age with short stories and poetry. Having completed a bachelor of science in electrical engineering at the University of California, Los Angeles, and a master’s in business administration at the University of Washington, her writing abilities were mainly utilized for technical documents as a lead engineer for the Boeing Company, where she worked for ten years.
After shifting careers to domestic engineering and property management in 2015, she eventually found a balance where she was able to return to writing fiction.
Melanie is also a Mensan and enjoys spending time with her family, cooking, and driving with the windows down and the stereo cranked up loud.

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Blog Tour & Giveaway (With Excerpt): All That's Hidden (Sugar Shack Series #2) by Susan Golden (Adult Contemporary Romance)

All That’s Hidden
Susan Golden
(Sugar Shack, #2)
Publication date: August 12th, 2019
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

All That’s Hidden is a delightful story with intrigue, humor, and of course, romance. A perfect read for the beach or traveling on a plane. I fell in love with Sugar and Rupert!
-Lorence, singer/songwriter
Pet sitter turned entrepreneur, Jennifer Albright thinks she has it all: an expanding business, a new, blissful marriage to a very sexy husband, a dog named Rupert that people frequently think is a bear, and a parrot named Sugar that Jennifer’s pretty sure is psychic. But her idyllic life begins to unravel when a series of creepy incidents threatens to sabotage the launch of her doggie day care center, and the discovery of a hidden treasure thrusts her into the world of federal agents and international thievery. The chaos soon spills over onto her home life and Jennifer reluctantly begins to suspect that her seemingly perfect, unbelievably supportive husband is hiding something from her. There’s just so much that doesn’t add up.
Tech-mogul Ryan has found the love of his life in his adorable new bride, Jennifer. But trouble seems to follow her like a basset hound. When one strange twist of events offers Ryan an opportunity he feels he can’t pass up, he unknowingly launches himself down the road of suspicion and mistrust. But he’s got this covered. She doesn’t suspect a thing.

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Excerpt

Ryan got home about a half hour later. He dropped his jacket on the couch and headed over to where I was sitting at the kitchen counter. 

“Do I smell kabobs? Great, let me wash up and get out of this suit.” 

I poured Ryan a beer and began to plate the take out. It suddenly struck me that this was not appropriate mom behavior. Moms bake chocolate cupcakes and roasted chicken for Sunday dinner. They cook pancakes and tuna casserole. I burn pancakes and have no idea what goes into a tuna casserole. Well, I suppose I could buy cupcakes and the pre-roasted chicken at the Safeway is pretty yummy. Anyway, new babies don’t need cupcakes and I still have at least ten months before there would even be a baby. I could learn to cook. 

Are you serious? You just started a business. Where did this baby stuff come from? What if Ryan doesn’t want any babies? But I want babies. Since when? Since today, I think. I was suddenly very sad to think Ryan might not want any babies. Plural? Oh, good grief!

Ryan enjoyed his kabobs and Lebanese bread. I’d bought salad and rice too. See, I could plan a balanced meal, even if I couldn’t cook one. He washed it all down with his beer. The whole time he was eating, he was rattling on about his day and how he liked Darren. 

I usually found his comments interesting and insightful, but today I wasn’t listening. I love kabobs, but I nibbled on them and moved the rice around my plate. My mind was elsewhere. 

“...and that was when the flying saucer landed on the helipad and we all went out, got in, and took a ride to Mars,” I heard when I tuned back in.

“Uh-huh. Wait. What?”

“What’s the matter, honey? You worried about the business thing? You’re going to do great. Don’t worry.”

“Thanks. That’s not it. Umm…we’ve never talked about this. I was sort of wondering…how you feel about…kids.”

“Kids in general or specific kids? You mean other people’s kids, right?” I sure had his attention, but I got the impression he was not a fan of the conversation topic.

“Well, not exactly.” There were about ten seconds of dead silence. I was still staring at my plate, moving the rice around aimlessly, afraid I’d burst into tears if I looked at him.

Ryan reached out and grabbed the sides of the bar stool I was sitting on and spun me around to face him. He took my chin in his hand and tilted my head up. 

“Are you pregnant, Sugar Shack?” The inquiry was quiet and silky and expectant. He certainly didn’t sound angry. So, I took a chance and looked directly into those ocean blue eyes. I’d never seen them sparkle like that. He was definitely not mad.

“No.” It wasn’t much more than a whisper.

“You want to be?” I wasn’t expecting that.

“Umm. Maybe.” 

“What are we thinking here, six, eight?” He was grinning. My heart lifted.

“We should probably start with one and see how that goes.” I was grinning too.

“No point in putting stuff like this off. We should get started right now.” 

Ryan tugged my arm, pulling me off the seat of the stool, and slung me over his shoulder. I giggled as he patted me on the bottom and headed up the stairs. He banged the door shut with his foot and unceremoniously dumped me on the bed. 

“Lots of kids,” he soundly declared.

Author Bio:
Retired federal government employee turned accidental author.

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