Friday, September 30, 2022

Love & Agita Release Day Blitz

 

I am so excited that LOVE & AGITA by Grayson Avery is available now and that I get to share the news! 

If you haven’t yet heard about this wonderful book, be sure to check out all the details below. 

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About The Book:

Title: LOVE & AGITA

Author: Grayson Avery

Pub. Date: September 30, 2022

Publisher: Farcical Press

Formats:  Paperback, eBook

Pages: 312

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"The Hating Game meets My Big Fat Greek Wedding!"

You think you have a crazy family? Meet Leo Donati, a great guy from a wacky New York Italian family, who is expected to live his life a certain way. There are a few family rules etched in stone that he has done his best to follow:

1. Attend Sunday family dinner. It’s at 2:00. Nobody knows why.
2. Love your mother.
3. Never tell Nonna you're full. Unless you have a death wish.
4. Marry Italian.
5. Family comes first. Always. Friends come and go, but family is forever. 

The only problem? He's not living his best life. Not even close. Single, lonely, and spending way too much time at the gym burning sexual energy and ungodly amounts of pasta, Leo hopes his life will change when his father hands over the family business. If only things were that simple. A takeover offer on the business puts Leo on the war path against a strikingly sexy, but overly competitive Jewish woman who is seemingly intent on ruining his life. At least that's how Leo sees it.

As tension rises and Italian tempers flare, Leo wonders if perhaps hate isn't the most accurate word for how he feels about his new nemesis. But it could never work. Yeah, the pizza bagel exists, but real-life cultural divides are more complicated than that, aren't they?

Humor abounds as corporations and cultures collide. Leo tries to thwart the takeover, find love and happiness, while also trying to avoid being bludgeoned to death by his Nonna's wooden spoon.

Love & Agita is a laugh-out loud, romantic comedy that has it all: twists, turns, emotional depth, sparkling chemistry and hilarious banter that flies off the page.

 

Excerpt:

1

Family is like lasagna. At least my family is. Pasta. Meat. Sauce. Cheese. All ingredients have their own unique characteristics, a role to play, and interact differently with each other. My parents are the pasta, firm enough to set boundaries, but can soften under some heat. My siblings are the meat. You’ll understand when you meet them. Nonna is the sauce, adding a little spice and sometimes making things go down a little smoother. And I’m pretty much the cheese in my family, tasty with a little bite, keeping the rest of it together.

Done well, lasagna is a wonderful recipe. All I can tell you is that my family is not always done well…Lasagna is easy to assemble, but under too much heat, things get messy. And the heat was about to get turned up. We’re not talking normal, run-of-the- mill 350 degrees. The oven was about to go nuclear and the cheese that holds everything together was about to be stretched to its limits.

But we’re getting ahead of ourselves here. Let me introduce myself. My name is Leo Donati, although my mother calls me Leonardo when she’s angry. Thwacks from a wooden spoon and an unleashing of Italian curses usually accompany the wrath. Even at thirty years old, the damn things still sting like, well, like a mother… It’s because her forearms are like bricks, built by millions of revolutions stirring the marinara sauce.

If you haven’t figured it out yet, my family’s Italian. And if you’re gonna hang with us, you should know our rules. We only have a few, but they’re not to be broken unless you want to become acquainted with the aforementioned spoon.

1. You must attend Sunday family dinner. It’s at 2:00. Nobody knows why.

2. You love your mother.

3. You never tell Nonna you're full. Unless you have a death wish.

4. You marry Italian.

5. Family comes first. Always. Friends come and go, but family is forever.

These rules are etched in stone. There's also an unwritten rule that states women have to have half of their wardrobe in animal print. I don’t necessarily agree with that one, but the rest are legit, and I live by them every day. Or tried to. I was single with not a whole lotta luck in the lady department, despite my rugged handsomeness and world-class charm. Surprising, I know.

There’s one more thing to know about my family before you meet them. As wacky as they are, I love them more than anything. They’re fun, loud, exciting, albeit slightly embarrassing, but I couldn’t imagine being anywhere else when I’m with them. Most of the time, I love being a part of the Donati family. Being a part of something bigger than myself. Having people I can count on. Most of them. Some of them. Well, my mother and grandmother. And Pop when we’re not clashing at work.

We own a print shop or actually, a bunch of them. Donati Printing. My grandfather started the business, then gave it to my father, who has run it for the last twenty-two years, and I’m eagerly awaiting my turn at the helm. I’m only thirty and I’ve been in the business almost twenty years myself. I started way back when child labor was an acceptable practice. I was what they call a Printer’s Devil, doing just about everything: changing ink and paper, stacking boxes, collating projects, and even making local deliveries on my Mongoose bike. Now, I’m the Vice President, in charge of the operations of seven shops spread across Long Island.

It’s probably best to start this story on the Friday morning before I got our October financials. It’s what really turned up the heat on said lasagna. After a client meeting with The Hampton’s magazine that I hosted at our eastern facility in Riverhead, I headed into our first shop and de facto headquarters in Huntington at about noon. The acidic smell from the print facility grappled with Rebecca’s sweet-smelling perfume. Rebecca worked the front and was one of the few non-Donatis employed at HQ, not because I ran out of cousins, but because we needed people to actually work. Most of our employees were some sort of relation and saw their paychecks as more of an allowance than for services rendered.

Rebecca looked up when I entered. “Hey, boss.” She was about six inches shorter than me at about 5’6” and thin, with oversized red glasses. She wore a vintage ‘I love 80s hairbands’ t-shirt with tight jeans and her brown hair in a ponytail. She was cute, but more in a sisterly kind of way. I actually liked her more than my own sister most of the time.

“How’s it going in here?”

Rebecca huffed. “Frankie’s late on the Grappolo job. Again. Claims the machine is slow. But it’s only ‘slow’ for him,” she said, heavy on the air quotes.

I nodded. “I’ll look at the machine and have a chat with him.”

“None of them listen to me,” she admitted, slumping into her chair.

“Join the club,” I said, laughing.

The door burst open behind me. My mother’s voice boomed through seemingly half the town, “I’m here!”

My beautiful mother enjoys making a good entrance. The first thing I always notice about her is her thick, wavy black hair and blue eyes. And the halo floating above her head on most days. Always dressed to the nines. That day, she wore black pants with a white blouse covered by a white apron that tried, but couldn’t hide a shiny gold belt. Her black high heels were a size below circus stilts and her earrings of linked crosses dangled to her shoulders like small weathervanes.

“Give me a kiss,” she said, admiring my handsomeness, and then engulfing me in a hug.

I did as I was told.

She pinched my cheek and said, “Such a handsome boy. Is it wrong of me to say since you look like me? It’s a wonder you’re not married already.”

I groaned, wondering if she just broke the record on how quickly she brought up my lack of a life partner. “Please, not today, Ma. Why are you still wearing your apron?”

My mother pulled Rebecca in for a hug. “Your father likes his veal nice and hot. I took it straight from the oven.”

“You cook in this?” Rebecca asked, admiring her blouse.

“When you find the one you love, you want to take care of them and be wanted by them. Plus, I have to save my animal print for when I’m feeling frisky.”

I threw up in my mouth and then managed to say, “Tell him to put it in the microwave. You’re gonna kill yourself running around in those shoes. And me with your T.M.I.”

My mother nodded to me as she spoke to Rebecca. “He used to try on my shoes when he was a kid. And my bras.”

Rebecca laughed while I said, “Thank you for that, mother. Always so helpful.”

“I want to take care of your father. Someday you’ll have a wife who cooks for you like I do for your father. The key to an Italian man’s heart is through his stomach.”

“I don’t need to know that, Ma. I need to know the key to a woman’s heart.”

Rebecca said, “It’s through his tongue.”

My mother chuckled. “She’s not wrong. Your father, well, he’s not the best down there, but—”

“Ma, please. Geez, can we talk about something else? Let’s get Dad his veal before it gets cold.”

She headed toward the door, key fob in the air. “Help me get the food.”

My mother didn’t cook for us every day. It was Fat Friday. At least that’s what I called it. My mother brought lunch for the entire crew every Friday. Trays and trays of salad, pasta, and something parmigiana-ed. It didn’t matter what it was. Throw some breading, sauce, and cheese on it and it was amazing.

We stepped outside into the crisp November air, a blue sky overhead, and made our way toward her black Cadillac parked illegally in front of the building.

“So, how’s Natalia?” my mother asked, popping the trunk. Her halo faded.

I was too annoyed to enjoy the marvelous scent of my mother’s sauce emanating from the trunk. I answered in a huff, “Ma, I told you we’re not together. We’re just not compatible.” I prayed to Saint Monica, the Patron Saint of Patience, who is also pretty much out of patience with the rest of my family.

“I thought you were going to propose?”

I grunted as I picked up a box of four tin catering trays. Even though I’m in great shape, she cooked for a small army. “I was absolutely not going to propose to her. I don’t love her. We broke up months ago. You know this.”

“I’m waiting for you to realize you made a mistake.” She held the door for me as we returned and then lovingly slapped the back of my head.

I held back a growl. “I won’t settle just because you want me to get married. I haven’t found the right person. I want to love and live my life fully. Do you want me to get divorced?”

My mother led me into the break room, waving my concern away. “We don't get divorced. We make excuses that the church will accept for annulment. Don't worry, you'll meet the perfect Italian girl. I just know it,” she said with a twinkle in her eye.

I navigated two large tables and plopped the food on the counter beside the tiled sink.

I turned to my mother to see a dartboard with my face on it, the likely doings of my brother, Benny (Benito), and cousin, Frankie. “Can we talk about something else? What’s going on in your life?”

“Oh, don't get me started. Your father ate some of Nonna's mustache removal concoction. Again.”

I rolled my eyes. “Why don't you just buy the Nair stuff in a tube or bottle? Why does Nonna have to cook it on the stove? You know he can’t resist what you both cook.”

“It’s more potent. After an Italian woman turns forty…we grow hair in places…just forget about it.”

I threw up in my mouth and began opening the containers while my mother grabbed the plates and silverware from the cabinets.

“So, what happened with Natalia again? She’s pretty and sweet, and from a good family.”

I sighed and waited for my anger to subside before answering. “Ma, I think we need to take you to the doctor to get your memory checked. We’ve been over this. Twice just this morning. I don’t love her. She doesn’t love me. I want to feel more than physical attraction to a nice person. I want to find a love where you just know you have to be with that person forever. Where you’re just…drunk in love with that person.”

“Your father farts the alphabet in his sleep. Is that intoxicating love for you or what?”

I slapped some salad onto my plate. “Seriously, Ma. Where you would do anything for that person, anything just to be with that person.”

“Your Papa was like that. He used to stare at Nonna’s meatballs, hearts in his eyes. You know, the ones stuffed with gabagool. With a little ricotta on top.”

“I’m serious.”

My mother removed her apron and tossed it across a chair. “Okay. Okay. And Natalia doesn't do that for you?”

“With Natalia, there’s no gabagool. No ricotta. Yeah, she’s got the meat, but I want it all. We both agreed we weren't right for each other. I promise you, I want nothing more than to have kids and get married.”

“Not in that order,” she said firmly.

I laughed. “I didn’t list them in order. Ma, I gotta go. Thanks for lunch. I can’t eat with the family today. I need to prep for a meeting with Pop.”

“Make sure he respects your ideas. You’re such a smart boy. You’ll be running this place one day. I’ll see you on Sunday, my love.”

I filled the rest of my plate with veal and a little linguini, kissed my mother goodbye, and headed back out front to Rebecca like a salmon swimming upstream, slipping around and between the salivating lunch crowd.

“Becs, can you bring me October’s numbers before you grab lunch? I gotta prep for my meeting with Pop.”

She held a stack of papers up. “Not sure you want to see these.”

“That bad, huh?”

She just scrunched up her nose as a response and handed them over. At least she didn’t fake hurl.

“Why are they so bad?” Rebecca asked.

“PremaPrint is discounting heavily. We lost two accounts.”

“We gotta do something.”

I nodded. “That’s what my meeting with my father is about. We have to get with the times and start advertising online.”

“Good luck with that.”

I headed into my office and pored over the numbers while I ate. Nonna would’ve been upset with how little I ate, but the numbers were that nauseating. I couldn’t remember the last month they were that bad. The silver lining was that at least it gave me ammo to help me shift my father’s thinking, and I was gonna need a lot of firepower.

One thing you have to know about my father is that he’s old school. There’s a certain way to do things and you don’t change them. Even if the business is getting pummeled, apparently. He is a tough man to get to know and to get through to.

But I had to stand up to him. I promised myself I would. It was time he allowed our business to enter the next generation. Our new reality. Printing was a tough business. Consolidation going on all around us. Rising paper costs. Geographic borders widening. And that was before the family drama.

Just before the meeting, I slipped into the bathroom, splashed some water on my face, and stared at myself in the mirror. “It’s my time. Be strong. You’re a smart boy.” I rolled my eyes, and tried to shake my mother’s voice from my head.

A voice echoed from the stall behind me, “You got this, bro!”

I nearly crapped in my pants. “Jesus, Benny. Why are you always in here?” Meet meatball number one, my brother, Benito.

“I have irritable bowels.”

“You’re allergic to hard work is what it is.” I shook my head as I left.

“Good luck, bro! You got this!”

Just as I was heading into the meeting, my phone rang. It was meatball number two, my sister Gianna.

“Yo, sis.”

“Can you watch the kids tonight? Sal and I want to go out.”

“Hello, to you, too. Can’t tonight. I’m going out.”

“Please? We never get to. I already have reservations at Alberto’s.”

“You always go out. And Mom’s on my case again about getting married.”

“So, go out tomorrow night. Please? I’m begging. I need a break. You love the kids, don’t you?” She went straight for my jugular. I adore my nieces and nephew.

“Of course. More than you. Like your kids are Alberto’s and you’re Olive Garden.”

She whined a drawn out, “Pleeeease?”

I huffed and let out a retaliated, “Fiiiine.”

“Thanks, big bro. You’re the best.”

“Mm, hmm.” I stuffed my phone into my pocket with another huff and whispered, “Just livin’ my best life. Can’t even stand up to my sister.”

I took a few minutes for myself outside, psyching myself up. I headed back in at 2:00 and smacked myself in the face. I gotta do this. For my future. For the family’s future.

 

 

About Grayson Avery:

Grayson Avery is a romantic comedy author of The Sweet Water Circle, published by the humor-focused imprint, Farcical Press. 

Writing is Grayson's passion. For so many people, reading is a chore or something they don't even do, so he tries to write stories that transform that experience for them. His focus is on creating fast-paced and laugh-out-loud (like real LOLs, not the fake texting kind) romantic comedies and adventures to contend with so many competing forms of entertainment. It's his mission to be better than Real Housewives...is that even possible? 

Grayson is also an entrepreneur, a baseball coach, husband, and father. He would like to one day bury the hatchet with his arch nemesis, Bradley Cooper, on a Maury-Povich-themed episode of Between Two Ferns, write a screenplay with Tina Fey, and hit the USA Today and NY Times Bestseller's lists with massive amounts of inappropriate humor. Buy a book, will ya?

While he claims he is the most handsome author writing in the rom com genre, more pictures exist of the Loch Ness Monster and Big Foot than of Grayson. He also claims he is often mistaken for Tom Cruise's cousin and has been featured barechested on more than a dozen naughty novels. Independent fact checkers hired by Grayson have verified said claims.

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Thursday, September 29, 2022

ClickMate Cover Reveal

 

ClickMate
Tia Kelly
Publication date: January 24th 2022
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance, Sports

After a public and very messy divorce nearly drained his bank account, Cole Howard is too focused on trying to save his basketball career to even think about shooting his shot outside of the arena, especially with women like his uptight neighbor, Bella Barnes. Despite being beautiful and intelligent, she’s no stranger to drama, one thing he’s desperate to avoid.

His only escape is an online culinary covert persona he uses to share his passion for all things food with a stranger who’s only interested in what he can do in the kitchen and not on the court.

After having a problematic entanglement with a very famous and still married celebrity aired out on a nationally syndicated radio show, being unceremoniously fired, and moving in with her sister, Bellamy Barnes is too focused on trying to get her life back together to even think about getting herself entangled with another emotionally unavailable man. This especially includes men like her sister’s annoying neighbor, Cole Howard.

Despite being gorgeous and charming– though she wishes he would stop calling her Bella because he knows she hates it—he’s exactly the kind of rich, thinks-he’s-God’s-gift to women player (on and off the court) she’d spent her entire life avoiding.

Her only refuge is visually indulging in the culinary masterpieces cooked up by her online crush and confidante.

Cole and Bellamy have sworn off love IRL but on Beyoncé’s internet, cupid plays by a different set of rules.

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Tia Kelly is the author of contemporary and women's fiction. She is known for her candid way of capturing life, love and relationships… one story at a time.

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Green House Haunting Book Blitz Giveaway

 

Green House Haunting: An Andy Watts Ghost Column
Olivia York
Publication date: September 29th 2022
Genres: Mystery, New Adult, Supernatural, Suspense

A terrible tragedy dead and buried. Can a young woman dig up the haunted truth without falling into madness?

Andy Watts needs a break. So when the struggling journalist is asked to revisit a fifty-year-old mystery, she jumps at the chance to move into an abandoned house and honor her long-gone mom by becoming a respected reporter. But she’s shocked when she discovers not only did a polio-stricken boy disappear from within its rooms, but his mother took a fatal tumble down the stairs.

Stonewalled by the locals and unnerved by unexplained events in the eerie home, Andy fears the town would rather bury evidence than admit one of their own could commit murder. And with the ghostly image of a youngster in leg braces persisting, she’s terrified by hints that the awful answer is calling from beyond the grave.

Can Andy deliver justice for the voiceless before she becomes the next victim?

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Green house stood solemnly in a noiseless field of overgrown vegetation. The dim rays of daylight disappeared in the distance beyond, darkening the front while sharpening the jagged exterior outline with a looming violet glow. It rose above the ground, perhaps two floors high, but a lack of windows at the top told Andy it may not have an attic to speak of.

The house drew her closer. The windows appeared somewhat new, the lining freshly painted white. It contrasted the worn, splintered wood on the verge of collapsing from the weight of a perched bird. At the base of the sagging stoop was the frame of a crumbling, rusted bicycle, rendered useless by the rain and condensation.

Andy climbed the front steps. Two, three, four steps upward, each one creaking an undecipherable note of an ominous melody. An unraveling front door mat read “Home” in tattered, fading letters.

This isn’t so bad.

Andy winced, unable to swallow her own lie. Quickly, she found the key in the envelope before she could change her mind and turn back. The shiny silver looked brand new compared to the decrepit bronze lock on the door. Studying the door closer, she spotted the new keyhole. A stern-looking deadbolt glinting a couple of inches above what must have been the original lock.

She pushed the door open, and the weight dragged it all the way open to gently bounce off the interior wall. Andy peered inside, but her feet stayed glued to the mat outside the door. The interior contents were fuzzy in the fading light, yet she could spot the three glinting hooks on the wall for sweaters and hats. A little deeper inside was one wing of the house, and to the right was another. In the center was a semi-carpeted staircase leading upstairs, where what followed remained unseen around the corner.

There was nothing particularly extraordinary about the home. She was no expert on houses made in the ’30s and ’40s, but it looked about how she’d expect. The ceilings were low, and the wooden floor was dull. However, Andy couldn’t help but feel something was different. That there was something in plain sight she couldn’t see. She stood motionless at the door, searching for what she thought was missing. The house stood, too, waiting patiently.


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Olivia York writes supernatural suspense novels with family drama woven throughout (and hints of mystery). After a stint working for a local news station as reporter/anchor in the Midwest, she decided to make the switch to her imaginative side and write.

She is a lover of cats, road trips, and visiting old fashioned candy shops along the coast. Olivia lives with her husband and two cats, who are kind enough to humor her love of paranormal TV shows and never-ending collection of horror films.

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Irresistible Trouble Release Blitz

 




Title: Irresistible Trouble
Series: Copper Valley Fireballs #4
Author: Pippa Grant
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: September 29, 2022


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I, Cooper Rock, baseball god, worshipper of women, hometown hero, beloved son and brother, and owner of a well-deserved ego, have always reached for the stars. Usually in baseball.

In love? Nah. When you’ve played the field as much as I have and haven’t been bit by the bug, you’re immune.

Or so I thought until she walked back into my life.

Waverly Sweet. Pop music sensation. Universally beloved for good reason. She’s freaking awesome. Kind. Funny. Talented. Sexy as hell. Real. And still completely out of my league.

But I have been hit by the Waverly Sweet tour bus of love, tumbled head over heels, and come up in a field of Waverly-scented roses. This is it. She’s my one and only, and this time, I won’t screw it up.

I’m cleaning up my reputation. I’m ignoring the doubters. I’m channeling everything I have into proving to her that I can be the man she deserves.

No matter what else I have to sacrifice for love.

Including baseball.

Irresistible Trouble is a hilarious home run of a romcom about a baseball player whose ego is catching up to him, a pop star who’s a bit of a hot mess when the cameras aren’t looking (and sometimes when they are), and the kind of family and teammates that everyone deserves… in small doses. While this laugh-out-loud romance stands alone with a sweet-swoony HEA, you won’t go wrong if you dive into the entire Fireballs series, starting with Jock Blocked, first. And for more Cooper Rock cameos, check out Master Baker (a standalone featuring Cooper’s brother) and the Bro Code series.







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Obsessed Release Blitz

 



Title: Obsessed
Author: Serena Akeroyd
Genre: Professor/Student
Dark Bully Romance
Release Date: September 29, 2022


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Phoebe Whitehouse is not just my student—she's my obsession.
I eat, sleep, and breathe her.
One day, she slips up and I have my in.
At long last, I can own her.
She's mine to punish and to pleasure.
I don't care if I lose my job as a tenured professor over her.
I don't care if I destroy my life or hers.
I'm obsessed and she doesn't know it yet, but I'm never letting her go.

As this is a dark taboo bully romance, please take into consideration the following trigger warnings: Stalking, dub con, infant death by SIDS, death of a parental figure, alcohol abuse and child neglect.

Obsessed was previously published as The Professor but it has been heavily edited and extended.







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Born in England, Serena Akeroyd is a true romance bookaholic. As a reader she will not touch a book unless she knows it has a happy ending, which makes her write the endings that your heart craves! This addiction, made her want to craft stories to suit her voracious need for steamy, sexy romance. She loves to write stories with plots twists, alpha sexy men, dark humor, and hot AF love scenes. Some are darker than others as she has a taste for the weird and the unexpected. 

She writes MF, MM, Menage and Reverse Harem (also known as Why Choose romance) in both con-temporary and paranormal. But she has recently decided to concentrate more on contemporary MF stories, mainly with A Dark and Dirty Sinners’ MC Series and The Filthy Feckers Series.


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Wednesday, September 28, 2022

Lustful Desires Release Blitz

 

View this email in your browser Thank you for signing up for the Release Blitz for Lustful Desires by R.M. Grey. The blitz is scheduled for Wednesday, September 28 so please ensure you post between 8am – 8pm EDT on this date. We have provided HTML but if you would like to prepare your own post, the following information is included in this email: Banner Cover Blurb Purchase Links Teasers Author Bio Author Links Can you please submit the link to your post, and review if applicable, on this form so we can easily access them. If posting on Twitter, we would love it if you could please tag @RMGreyAuthor and @GiveMeBooksPR. If posting on Instagram, please tag @author.rmgrey. If you signed up for an ARC, please ensure your review is included with your post. It would be much appreciated if you can also please post your review on Goodreads and Amazon. If you are unable to post for any reason, please let us know as soon as possible. PLEASE NOTE: If signing up for any of our events, please consider joining the Facebook group Give Me Books Event Bloggers. Thanks so much for being part of the Release Blitz. Give Me Books SOCIAL MEDIA POST SUGGESTIONS All materials for this event have also been added to a Google Drive Folder for your convenience. Access the Google Drive Folder OR save graphics from Album in our Blogger Group Enter the link to your blog post here Join our event blogger group on Facebook RELEASE BLITZ Title: Lustful Desires Series: Professors of Westview University #1 Author: R.M. Grey Genre: Erotic Romance Release Date: September 28, 2022 BLURB I can’t believe I got into the most sought-after writing class at Westview University with Professor Mitchell. I’d heard rumors the class is tough and he’s even made some students cry. I’d heard that the professor is hot, and most students in his class want and offer to sleep with him. All that is hearsay. I was there to learn from the best and improve my writing skills. Until one night, I send the wrong attachment for my assignment. He tells me to come into his office after class. Now he’s going to show me what happens when assignments are done incorrectly. GOODREADS LINK: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/60752966-lustful-desires PURCHASE LINKS – 99c for a limited time! US: https://amzn.to/3vh8RTm UK: https://amzn.to/3vcVq6Y CA: https://amzn.to/3PZfq5c AU: https://amzn.to/3SdIUOC Free in Kindle Unlimited COMING SOON #2 Filthy Desires – Releasing April 25 US: https://amzn.to/3DzfwNC UK: https://amzn.to/3DzvszM CA: https://amzn.to/3xx3vEN AU: https://amzn.to/3QTjO5x AUTHOR BIO R. M. Grey is a healthcare professional by day and her alter-ego writes forbidden and panty-melting erotic romance at night. R. M. Grey brings taboo and age-gap stories of curvy heroines and alpha heroes that you’ve fantasized about. AUTHOR LINKS Instagram: https://instagram.com/author.rmgrey TikTok: https://tiktok.com/@author.rmgrey Facebook: https://facebook.com/rmgreyauthor Facebook Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/dirtygirlsbasement Twitter: https://twitter.com/rmgreyauthor Newsletter: http://rmgreybooks.com SOCIAL MEDIA POST SUGGESTIONS HTML


Title: Lustful Desires
Series: Professors of Westview University #1
Author: R.M. Grey
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: September 28, 2022


BLURB

I can’t believe I got into the most sought-after writing class at Westview University with Professor Mitchell.

I’d heard rumors the class is tough and he’s even made some students cry.

I’d heard that the professor is hot, and most students in his class want and offer to sleep with him.

All that is hearsay.

I was there to learn from the best and improve my writing skills. Until one night, I send the wrong attachment for my assignment.

He tells me to come into his office after class. Now he’s going to show me what happens when assignments are done incorrectly.







PURCHASE LINKS

99c for a limited time!

AMAZON US / UK / CA / AU

Free in Kindle Unlimited






COMING SOON


Releasing April 25

AMAZON US / UK / CA / AU






AUTHOR BIO

R. M. Grey is a healthcare professional by day and her alter-ego writes forbidden and panty-melting erotic romance at night. R. M. Grey brings taboo and age-gap stories of curvy heroines and alpha heroes that you’ve fantasized about.

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