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Monday, November 4, 2024

BOOK BLITZ: Runaway Hearts by Elsa Jacobs


Today, we are thrilled to kick off this Book Blitz to spotlight the latest release of Award-winning, Indie Author Elsa Jacobs's Runaway Hearts: Seduced by Danger, an action-packed romantic suspense novel! To celebrate this new release, we have a sneak peek with an exclusive excerpt! Plus, we have a blitz-wide giveaway to share! So... Be sure to check it out and grab your copy NOW!

Genre:
Adult
Contemporary Romantic Suspense
Publish Date:
November 1, 2024

Synopsis:
Have you ever wished to run away from your life?
Start anew and leave everything bad behind…

Marianne, a young woman hungry for a fresh start, can’t wait for her beach house getaway. But her plans take an unexpected turn when she picks up a mysterious hitchhiker on the way.

The irresistible stranger is the sole heir of a Japanese *organization*, and despite Marianne’s own anxiety struggles, she can’t say no to someone in need. As they travel together, swapping past traumas and dreams, love sparks. To heal her troubled mind, she must embrace her true desires, no matter how twisted they seem.

But as love deepens, an enemy from the man’s past threatens to pull them apart. In the midst of looming danger, Marianne must choose between sticking to her anxious ways or diving into the unknown for true love.

Get ready for a wild ride where each page brings new revelations and perils, leading to a destination unlike any other.

Runaway Hearts is a slow burn, steamy, contemporary romantic suspense with morally questionable characters. HEA.


      
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*Excerpt*

Someone is coming. 

The rasp of shoes against cement, slow and menacing, rises from the stairwell above. Kai’s eyes flicker with calculation as he places himself between me and potential danger.  

Protective. Deadly. 

I grip his arm tighter, seeking reassurance in his solid presence. The footsteps grow louder, each one a ticking bomb counting down to our discovery. Every muscle in Kai’s body is coiled and ready to unleash violence. 

The rasp stops. Silence is deafening. 

Kai inches forward, peering through the gap. His expression shifts from tense focus to something darker, more frightening. I see it in his eyes—a lethal edge that promises retribution. 

He pushes me back to the deep end of the alcove. “Stay here,” he whispers. 

Before I can respond, he slides out the alcove, leaving me alone in the dark. My palms are slick with fear as I clutch my bag tightly to my chest, trying to ignore the pounding in my ears. 

Minutes tick by like hours. My breath hitches as a dreadful thought crosses my mind—what if Kai doesn’t come back? 

No. Don’t go there, Marianne. 

A muffled thud from above makes me gasp.  

I bite back a scream when a shadow falls down the stairs with dull clings. Kai materializes in a blur, leaping from one landing to another until he reaches the floor and barrels into the shadow-man with a force that sends them both barreling on the cold floor. 

The shadow struggles and trashes under the pounding of Kai’s fists. 

Crack. 

Bones snap. The shadow stops moving. 

I get out of the alcove, my legs wobbly with adrenaline. 

Kai’s hands are coated in blood, his knuckles scratched and bruised, but his eyes shine with sinister satisfaction. “Come on, love. We need to go.” 

He’s not even out of breath!  

I blink up at Kai. “Who’s this?” is all I dare ask. 

“Bounty hunter.” He gives me a wicked smile. “Some entry-level dirtbag.” 

Blood pools under the dead man’s head like a macabre halo.  

Kind of pretty against the concrete.  

I frown at Kai busted left eyebrow. “You okay?” 

He strides up to me and presses his forehead to mine, smudging his blood on me. Sweat, cedar, and spice curl up my nostrils, and I shiver.  

“Of course. I just lost my focus a bit when he saw you,” he replies. 

Aww… 

Before I understand, I squint at him and coo. “My hero.” 

A wolfish chuckle erupts from his throat, and he kisses my temple. “I’d rather be your villain.”  

That’s hot as hell. 

His lips linger there, a wet tongue darting out to taste the sweat on my skin, creating a spark we don’t have the time to explore.  

If this is a dream, I never, ever, want to wake up. In the distance, an engine vrooms.  

A single drop of sweat rolls down his temple, and from this close, I can see the dilatation of his pores. My mouth waters at the thought of licking the salty trail as it glides down his chin and along his jugular, disappearing into the collar of his shirt.  

Tires screech. 

There’s a vibration inside of me when I look him in the eyes again, and I’m trapped there, my lower lip languishing. Kai’s jaw tenses, teeth tight, his upper lip ticks, and he bends a bit, pulled down by an unknown force until his nose rests above mine.  

Oh, dear god. I’ve never wanted to fuck a man this badly. 

Our bubble is so thick we forget the world.  

We should move. 

Kai pulls away. “Please… Save that feral look for later,” he murmurs, brushing a thumb across my flushed cheek.  

Feral? Me? What an unusual thought.  

Kai’s fingers linger for another heartbeat before he steps back, wiping his bloody knuckles on his jeans. 

The clicks of guns being cocked resound next to us. A red dot appears on Kai’s chest. Then, a low whistle. 

And that’s when everything goes black.






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**About the Author**
I’m Elsa Jacobs, an indie author of contemporary romance and romantic suspense/thriller. I write unique love stories with a substantial amount of twists, turns, and spices. 

Let me tell you how it all started. A few years back, I was battling brutal insomnia that just wouldn’t quit. Nights were a blur of characters and plots swirling around in my head, refusing to let me catch some shut-eye. It was maddening. Writing became my escape hatch—I had to get these stories out of my head.

In less than a year, I wrote four drafts, all because I needed an outlet for the chaos that was keeping me up at night. Publishing wasn’t even on my radar; I just needed some peace of mind. But then, something unexpected happened. I sent a chapter to an editor, not really expecting much to come of it.

But instead of a brush-off, I found myself teaming up with that editor to bring my first novel to life.

It was a game-changer. That’s when I decided to take the plunge and share the rest of my drafts, bit by bit, with the world.

My stories might have been born out of sleepless nights, but they’ve become my sanctuary, and I hope they become yours too.

Cheers,

Elsa.

Stay connected with Elsa Jacobs
      

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***The Giveaway***

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- ends November 14, 2024
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Thursday, July 25, 2024

BOOK BLITZ: The Echo on the Water by J.A. Huss


Today, we are thrilled to kick off this Book Blitz for New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author J.A. Huss's The Echo on the Water, book 2 in the Sacred Trinity series! To celebrate this new release, we have an exclusive excerpt AND a blitz-wide giveaway to share! So... Be sure to check it out and grab your copy NOW! Binge the series TODAY!

Genre:
Adult
Romantic Suspense
Series:
Sacred Trinity, #2
Publish Date:
July 25, 2024
Publisher:
 Science Future Press

Synopsis:
Rosie Harlow is desperately seeking… well, she’s not sure. A romance would be nice but so would a dinner conversation with her pre-teen son. Too bad her boy is way too busy growing up to pay his mama any attention. Rosie never meant to swear off men and she’s not frigid—you don’t become a single mom at fifteen by being frigid—but this dry spell of hers has gotten out of hand and something must be done. 

Enter Amon Parrish. Back in high school Amon was voted most likely to get caught with his pants down. He was a trouble maker. The quintessential bad boy. But twelve years away from home, traveling the world and working with Collin Creed doing super-secret (and somewhat illegal) things, changed all that. These days Amon Parrish is a brand-new, stand-up man.

And, to Rosie’s surprise, a romantic man as well. Because he has decided to court her. And this is not just any ordinary courting, either. It’s… well, a page ripped right out of a bodice ripper. 

But everyone in Disciple, West Virginia has a secret in their past.

Even the cheerful, perpetually optimistic, and seemingly innocent, Rosie Harlow.

The Echo on the Water is a swooning plate of small-town fiction served up with a side of spice. It honors the themes of friends to lovers, found family, and is filled with bigger-than-life, morally-grey characters against a backdrop of the weird and wonderful.

INSIDE THE PAGES YOU WILL FIND:
Small Town Secrets
Charming Alpha Male
Friends to Lovers
Touch Her and Die
Morally Grey
Found Family


      
    
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*Excerpt*

After the meal is over and the easy conversation ends, we both sit back in our chairs, relaxing. Though how she relaxes in that tight dress is something I’ll never understand. This thought leads down a trail I didn’t expect to be traveling on the first date, but it shows up nonetheless. Because I find myself fantasizing about unlacing that corset and slipping that dress down her shoulders. 

“I’ve had a nice time, Amon.”

I snap back from my fantasy and gaze into those gray eyes of hers. “I’m glad. I did too. What are you up to for the rest of the day?”

“Well, it’s a McBooms afternoon so I gotta go change and head back to Disciple. What are you doing?”

She’s smiling when she asks this. So naturally, I jump to conclusions. “I’m walking you home. Then…” I pause, pretending to think because she’s blushing a little. “Then I dunno. Depends, I guess.” Maybe I’ll follow you into that cottage of yours and carefully undress you, layer by layer, until you’re naked, and then make love to you on that lovely velvet chaise. But of course, I don’t say that last part out loud. “Shall we go?”

Rosie sucks in a deep breath, like maybe she heard my thoughts, and then I get up and grab her chair so she can stand. 

Then I offer her my arm and she takes it. We leave the Ordinary like that. Like we’re a thing. Which we’re not, officially. Yet. But in Bishop, especially dressed as we are, what we’re doing is certainly sending all the signals. 

Outside it’s hot, but the whole downtown is lined with old sugar maples that tower above us, providing a canopy of shade, so it’s a nice walk along the brick-paved sidewalks. Downtown is not too busy with tourists today. There are a few groups of schoolkids, but mostly it’s local people just going about their day. 

The gravel alley where Rosie has her little cottage is bustling with backyard activity. There are pigs running around, and roosters hollering, and groups of women chatting across clotheslines. Their husbands go to work every day and do things like horseshoeing, and butchering, and woodworking. It’s weird to see this as normal in this modern era we all live in, but it’s kinda cool too.

We stop at her cottage and I’m just about to offer my services to help her take that dress off when Rosie says, “Thank you for a very nice time today, Amon.”

Which is code for, Sorry, Amon, but I don’t put out after just one lunch date. Even if you are dressed up like an eighteenth-century gentleman. 

But that’s OK. I don’t mind the chase. In fact, the chase is kinda fun. “You’re very welcome, Rosie. How about we set up another date so we can continue our courtship?”

She shakes her head, blushing. “You’re so funny.”

“Why?”

“Courtin’? This costume?”

“You don’t like it?”

“Well, of course I like it, Amon. It’s…” She looks me up and down. And for a moment I think she might change her mind and allow me to relieve her of that corset. But no luck. “Very romantic. And… well, it suits you.”

“It suits me, does it?” And I chuckle. Because Rosie Harlow doesn’t know me. She has no idea who I was before I came back to Disciple. Which only makes this whole thing better. Because I don’t wanna be that guy anymore. I’d choose this guy over that one any day. “Well, this certainly suits you as well. Maybe we were born in the wrong town, Rosie? Maybe we were meant to grow up here.”

“So you could, what, be a blacksmith?”

“And you could be… one of those wives over there. Hanging laundry and feeding chickens.”

“Chasing pigs and gossiping all day?” She laughs. “It’s not a bad life.”

“I never said it was.”

“But… nah. We were born where we were meant to. I doubt that even I could’ve talked my way into sticking around for profit share after getting pregnant in tenth grade if I was part of Bishop instead of Disciple.”

“Well, if anyone could pull that off, it would’ve been you, Rosie. Now let’s talk about that next date.”

“Well…” She pauses. “How about we don’t?”

I point to myself, a little bit stunned. “You don’t wanna go out with me again?”

“I never said that. It’s just, asking me to make plans with you is… a little forward, don’t you think?”

“Oh. Right. Fine. I guess I started it, didn’t I? We’re playing lady and gentleman of Bishop now, are we?”

Rosie shrugs. “Well, I don’t think we have to limit our courtin’ to Bishop.” 

Which makes me picture myself dressed up like James Dean ravishing her in that waitress uniform. “We don’t?” And now I’m grinning wildly, my imagination goin’ crazy with possibilities. “Well, OK then. Challenge accepted.” I bow a little, then straighten up so I can grab her hand, slowly lifting it to my lips, and kiss her knuckles while staring her straight in the eyes. “I’ll see you soon, Rosie.”

She fans herself with that hand when I let it go. And her cheeks go hot and pink. “See ya around, Amon.”





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Sacred Trinity series:
  
(covers link to Goodreads)

      
    
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**About the Author**
JA Huss is a scientist, New York Times Bestseller, USA Today Bestseller, and a cowgirl who rides English. Five of her books were optioned for TV/film, several of her audiobooks have been nominated for the Audie and SOVA Awards, and she was a RITA Finalist in 2019. She has been an indie author in both fiction and non-fiction for seventeen years and lives on a ranch in Colorado with her family, horses, dogs, goats, donkeys, and chickens.

Stay connected with JA Huss
     
  

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