Sunday, February 25, 2018

Brant by DB James

Title: Brant
Series: Secret Series
Author: D.B. James
Genre: Romance Suspense
Release Date: February 22, 2018
I am Brant Ashley, and this is my truth. 
I am a liar. 
For nearly a decade, I’ve withheld the truth from my best friend, whom I consider to be a brother. The lies I told him aren’t the only lies I’ve been telling. 
My whole life is a lie. 
I am a killer. 
Think I’m lying? Yeah, most people would side with you. I’m good at covering my deceit with more lies. People think they know me, but no one truly does. 
Except for her. 
She’s the first person to ever see me clearly, to see through my lies to the truth hidden behind my steel blue eyes. 
I am Brant Ashley, and this is my truth.
Bewitched Readers - 5 Stars “In true D.B. James fashion she has crafted a delicious book boyfriend and heroine that I absolutely adored.” Cranky The Book Curmudgeon - 5 Stars “All in all it was an awesome book and I’m so darn happy to have a look into who Brant really is.”
“Give me some credit, sweetness. Of course I packed some. When a man tells his woman he wants to eat chocolate-covered cherries off her naked body, he brings the damn cherries.” 
Her facial expression makes me laugh. She looks scared, intrigued, and shocked all at once. The scared part is easily solved. I’ll tell her what I’m doing every step of the way. The shock is maybe because she thinks we’re not alone, but the one I love the most? The look of intrigue. It means she wants this to happen. 
“From the look on your face, I’m guessing a few things. One, you’re shocked because I’m talking frankly and someone else may hear—wrong. They gave us the house for a couple hours. Two, you’re scared—don’t be. I’ve never done food play before…well, aside from whipped cream once…but you have nothing to be afraid of. It’s not like I’m going to put them inside you. I’m eating them off your delicious body. It’ll be sticky, but it’ll be worth it. Still intrigued?” 
“Honestly?” she questions. 
“Always, Cherry. Never be afraid to be honest with me. I’m not Mick—I won’t ever get angry and fly off the handle from hearing your honesty, and I sure as hell will never lay a hand on you for anything but pleasure or comfort. I’m not saying we’ll never fight—look at our track record—but what’ll be different with our fights is that we’ll always make up. We’ll never go to bed angry. From this moment on, I promise to kiss you each morning when I wake and every night before I sleep.”
D.B. James is an indie author of New Adult Romance. Her debut novel released on August 19, 2016. In her spare time she's an avid reader. Colleen Hoover, Tarryn Fisher, Teagan Hunter, KA Tucker, Linda Kage, Renee Carlino, and Abbi Glines are a few of her obsessions. She's a Michigan girl through and through but currently resides in sunny Florida. Sarcasm, Supernatural (team Sam!), Harry Potter and coffee are among her favorite things.
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The Praetorian by Dawn L. Chiletz

Title: The Praetorian: a Reality TV Novel
Author: Dawn L. Chiletz
Genre: Romance Suspense
Release Date: February 23, 2018 
Prae·to·ri·an /prēˈtôrēən/- a skilled warrior serving as the personal guard of a Roman Emperor. 
Bad-boy rock star Roman Creed keeps his secret locked behind a door. 
When Seamore Productions offers to find him a new bodyguard through a reality TV show, Roman reluctantly agrees. He needs some good press and better security. The last thing he expects is a beautiful, curious cop to get under his skin and into his past. Why can’t he stop thinking about her? 
Tough-as-nails detective Reed Manning keeps her secret locked away in her mind. 
After being suspended from the police force, she considers trying out for the show. She’s supposed to keep her eye on the cash prize, but her potential boss captures her attention. What is he so desperately trying to hide? 
When a single decision can change a life-
Never let your guard down.
I glance up at the woman in the reflection behind the bar. She looks tired and broken. 
I could get fired over this. I should be. I was wrong. I’ve had perps push my buttons before, but not like him. For the first time in my life, I consider the fact that I don’t deserve to wear a badge. Maybe I’m not cut out for this job after all. 
The TV in the corner goes dark. I’d think they lost signal if not for the dramatic music that begins. The TV flips to what looks to be men dressed in full armor going into battle. The clips are brief, interspersed with darkness, but I recognize the music. It’s “Returns the King” from the movie 300. My asshole boyfriend, two asshole boyfriends ago, loved the gladiator type movies. I remember 300 because I drooled over Gerard Butler through the entire thing. He’s hot as fuck.
Something’s different with the music, though. There’s electric guitar dispersed throughout. When the drums finally kick in, you see a line of Roman warriors marching toward a throne made out of silver guitars with a black leather seat. Someone is standing in front of it wearing a black cape, his back turned to them. The cape is being blown around by what seems to be the wind and under it you see tight leather pants and black combat boots. He raises one tattooed, muscular arm and they all stop. He turns and all you see are his crystal blue eyes surrounded by smudged dark eyeshadow and a pierced nose. The camera pans out farther and you see his face. He smirks and the words The Praetorian appear, followed by Coming Soon.
Goosebumps shoot up my arms. I can’t stop staring at the screen even after the baseball game continues.
Movement in the corner of my eye pulls me out of my trance.
“You okay?” the bartender asks. He’s drying a glass with a towel and is trying to hide a smile. I must have looked ridiculous.
“Fine.”
“Don’t tell me that’s the first time you’ve seen those ads. I swear I’ve seen them all like fifty times,” he says with a twinkle in his eyes. He seems excited by them.
“I don’t watch much TV. What’s it for?”
“Seamore Productions is doing a new reality show, and this time they’re looking for a bodyguard for Roman Creed.”
“Roman Creed?” I feel like I should know the name, but I don’t.
His mouth drops open as if I shocked the breath out of him. “You don’t know Roman Creed?”
I lift my eyebrows, purse my lips, and shake my head. “No clue.”
“The lead singer of Core Damage? They won a Grammy for their album Annihilation a few years ago?”
“Oh, yeah. Sure.” I pretend I know it because I want him to drop it. Core Damage sounds vaguely familiar, but I’m more into country music.
“It looks like it’s going to be kickass. It’s by the same company that did The Fabulist. Remember that show?”
“I do.” That’s not a lie. I watched it. I found the lying challenges fascinating.
“Same thing. They’re holding tryouts next week, here in LA. Pete, my bouncer, is going to audition.”
“Sounds cool,” I say and toss thirty bucks on the counter. “That enough?” 
“Too much.”
I briefly consider taking some cash back but leave it. It’ll be my last careless purchase until I get my life back in order.
“The winner gets a job and $100,000,” he adds as I make my way to the door.
I stop in my tracks, turning my head back to him. One hundred thousand just made this a little more interesting. Maybe even life-changing. Gazing up at the TV and then back to the bartender, I lean on the bar. “What do I have to do?”
Dawn L. Chiletz resides in Illinois with her two boys and three dogs. Her love of reading began at a very young age and has continued into adulthood. Armed with a dream from the night before, she sat down at her laptop one day in 2014 and started the words of her first novel, The Contest. She’s been dreaming up new book ideas ever since. When she’s not binge reading or writing you can usually find her on social media avoiding putting away laundry.
To find out more information, including her upcoming signings, please visit her website at: https://www.dawnlchiletz.com