New Release: Always by London Saint James @LSJRomance

 Two Hearts, One Soul Duet: Book One Has Arrived!

 

Written by London Saint James

Published by LSJ Romance

Genre: M/F Contemporary Romance

Word Count: 100k

Heat Level: 3

 Cover Art by Kellie Dennis - Book Cover by Design

Edited by Red Penn Services

Blurb:

International bestselling author London Saint James’ first installment from Two Hearts, One Soul Duet is the epic tale of abiding love, heart-wrenching loss, and an astonishing bond that will find a way to endure.

Winter Perri never truly understood love until she met Austin Carlyle—the man who would rock her world to its foundations and give her something to believe in. But the night before they were to be married, the fairytale shattered.

Thirteen years later Winter is pulled out of her seclusion only to have a painful past confront her, and when it does, she’s left questioning reality, because the impossible is looking back at her with the face of a destroying angel, and piercing eyes in too familiar shades of blue.

Excerpt: 

“Wow!”

With a start, I turned in the direction of the smooth, male voice I’d heard.

Some guy was standing perfectly still over by the corner booth. His tall, lean body was casually propped up against the wall. His black jeans were worn, his left knee sticking out a hole, and his steel-toed boots untied—the leather tongue of one boot caught in the bottom fray of his jeans.

My gaze moved from his boots, up the length of him, taking in a black leather bomber jacket overtop another black pull-over hooded sweatshirt. Then came the face shadowed beneath the dark hood.

When my eyes found his, my world shifted. I was overcome by something. A pull maybe. Whatever it was, my heart fluttered and raced like I’d dropped a great distance at a fast rate of speed, turning and flipping my stomach.

As if in slow motion, his arm lifted—hand running over the hood—removing it.

One strand of tousled, pitch-black hair fell over the smooth expanse of his forehead bringing my gaze to his dark brows. They arched over long, black lashes which made the color of his eyes pop. And those eyes, for lack of a better word, were amazing. I wasn’t looking into one shade, but differing shades of blue-gray.

I placed my palm over my swirling stomach as my body shook with the immediate urge to touch him—unsure he was real. He was…beautiful.

His jawline was strong, and his chin was dimpled with a cleft. His cheekbones were high and pronounced and the line of his nose was just a very slight bit from a straight line at the bridge. This fact only made this slightest of imperfections a simple perfection. He looked as though he had been carved—chiseled from the hand of an old master.

When the full shape of his lips turned up into a breathtaking smile, I may have gasped. He had the kind of smile that would make angels envious, or if not envious, they’d surely sing in glory at the sight.

With a dip of his head, he ran his fingers through his hair. I wanted to be his fingers so I could touch him, caress his face, and trace my fingertips over his beautifully etched lips.

I think I forgot how to blink.

Was I even breathing?

My mouth went dry and cottony. All I was capable of hearing was the fast beat of my heart pounding hard in my ears until he laughed a low, even, musical tone. “That was impressive. I thought I might need to step in, but you handled yourself well.”

It took me a moment to process his voice and his words. I was still stuck on the planes and angles of his spectacular face. “Um...I’m sorry, what?”

“What you just did. Those obnoxious men. Impressive.”

“O-oh?” I was still a little muddled in my thoughts, though managed, “They’re world-class jerks.”

The small laugh lines at the corners of his sensual mouth made their startling appearance with that devastating grin of his.

I stared, rather oddly for a moment; pretty sure I was still unblinking.

Get a grip. You’re acting like a total idiot.

The strange silence flustered me for an instant. I needed to say something because he was just looking at me.

Oh, my God. He’s really looking. Say something.

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About the Author:

London Saint James has lived in many places, but never felt 'at home' until she met the real-life man of her dreams and settled down in the beautiful Smoky Mountains of Tennessee. London lives with her husband and their fat cat who thinks he owns them.

As an award-winning, international bestselling author, London is living her childhood dream. She knew all the scribbling she did, that big imagination of hers, and all those clamoring characters running around in her head would pay off someday. 

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Every Single Part of You Release Blitz

Today is the day! Every Single Part of You has officially released. Which means it's time to celebrate. Happy Book Birthday!!! 

Title: Every Single Part of You

Series: Cinder, Book 1 Unchained Chaos Tour

Genre(s): M/F/M Ménage, Contemporary Erotic Romance, Rockers

Published by: LSJ Romance

Cover Art: Kellie Dennis Book Cover by Design

Word Count: 80k

Heat Level: 5

Release Date: May 27, 2016

Please Note: This book contains mature themes, explicit language and sexual scenes

Blurb:



Our choices are rarely cut and dry.


Sara: As the daughter of Senator and presidential hopeful Jentsen Holbrook, I spent a good deal of my life under public scrutiny. What I wore. Where I went. Who I dated. It was just the way of things. I’d become what was expected of me, until I ran from my obligations and woke up one morning in Cross de Raven’s and Eryk Hale’s world, two hot guitarists from the mega-famous metal band, Cinder. For the first time, freedom to be myself was within my reach. And along with that? Inevitable scandal.

Eryk: True beauty walked into my life, more beauty than I ever deserved. I partied hard. Rocked harder. I wasn’t good enough to touch Sara’s petal-soft skin, hold on tight, or love her, but regardless of my bad boy ways, no one was going to stop me from trying.

Cross: Sometimes, no matter how hard we fight for what we want, love won't save the day, and truth doesn't always set you free. Then again… Maybe, just maybe, when you find the one you’ve been searching for, love can find a way.

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Meet the Boys in the Band:

Excerpt:

After a second encore song, the band exited the stage for the last time. I’d been so preoccupied watching Cinder perform for the previous couple of hours that I hadn’t thought of my father, Pierce, or the trouble I’d caused myself by leaving D.C.

I gave Briar a quick cuddle of gratitude.

My body buzzed. My ears had a strange sort of woom, woom, hum-thing happening. An odd combination of energy and weariness spread through my limbs as if I’d just run a marathon, though I still had a few more miles left in me.

Briar’s eyes were bright, face aglow. “I saw you shaking your thang during the last few songs. Was that the best show on the planet or what?”

“It so was,” I agreed.

“God.” She did a fist pump. “I can’t believe we’re going to the after party.” Briar grabbed her hair, lifted the long strands, and fanned the back of her glistening neck. “I’m totally going to hit up Fade for his autograph.” She dropped her hair and pointed to the girls highlighted by the low-cut shirt she’d worn. “It’s going here, and then I’m getting it permanently inked.”

I’m sure my eyebrows flew up into my hairline. “You’re seriously going to tattoo his name over your right breast?”

“Oh yeah I am.” She gave me the once over, reaching for my shirt. “Unbutton some of these.”

“Hey!” I protested, swatting at her busy fingers.

“Be proud of those, babe, and show a little flesh.” Two of my button’s plinked on the floor.

So much for re-buttoning.

“That’s better,” she said, appearing pleased.

I glanced down to see a peek of my pale skin. Thankfully I wasn’t too indecent.

Briar had the whole badass rocker-chic thing happening with her dark, smudged eye-makeup, plaid school-girl skirt, and combat boots. And the looks flung my way pretty much confirmed I stuck out like a sore thumb as we were being herded in the direction of the after party.

Holding onto my hand, Briar took charge and tugged us through not one, but two security checks. My Donna Karan floral print blouse, tan capris, sweat-laden face, and blonde bedraggled hair separated me from the pack of other salivating women—and men—begging to go where we were headed.

More crazy lights, bumping music, a bevy of voluptuous, half-dressed girls pole-dancing on a raised, slowly spinning platform greeted us as we walked through the door. More girls, wearing skin-tight, Unchained Chaos Tour shirts, and cheek-baring short-shorts served finger food and booze.

Briar snagged a beer from one of the passing booty-gals. “Here,” she said, shoving the drink at me.

I scrunched up my nose. “I’m not sure—”

“You’re letting loose tonight, chica.” She pressed the uncapped bottle into my hand. “Drink.”

Tentatively, I put the cool glass bottle to my parched lips and took a sip. I winced as the bitter brew coated my tongue. “Mm—no.”

“That’s not how you drink.” Briar took the beer from me. “Watch.” She tipped her head and chugged, wiping her mouth with the back of her wrist when she finished. “Now. You try.” Back came the half-empty beer bottle.

I’d never get any peace if I didn’t at least attempt to placate her, so I went for it, eyes clenched shut, trying not to gag as the cold liquid slid down the back of my throat.

A velvet-smooth voice tickled my ear. “Way to throw one back, angel face.”

My eyes popped open, and I tried not to choke while lowering the bottle.

“Oh my God, oh my God!” Briar squealed. “Cross de Raven. I’m such a huge fan.”

He winked. “Thanks, doll.”

The beanie and the mirrored shades he wore on stage were gone, freeing his black, shoulder-length hair, and displaying the features of his perfect male-model face, unleashing a devastating pair of chocolate colored eyes.

His gaze swung to me. “Are you a ‘huge fan,’ too?”

Heat spiraled up from the depths of my core and warmed my cheeks. “Uh. Um…” I took a breath. “Well—”

“This is her first concert,” Briar said while making moon eyes at him, saving me from being a monosyllabic moron.

Cross tilted his head and took me in, from the toes of my mini-wedges to the top of my head. “You don’t say.”

I just nodded and shifted from foot to foot, fidgeting like an idiot.

“Who ya got cornered here?” Eryk asked, strolling up beside Cross.

Briar squeed her delight and grabbed onto my arm, jostling the bottle I held in a death grip. “I’m Briar Scott,” she said, “and this is Sara.”

The strobe lights pinged off one of the metal rings in Eryk’s ear as he tore his steel-gray gaze from me and over to Briar. “Nice to meet you, Briar Scott.”

Another high pitched squeak fell from her pretty, plump lips. “You, too.”

“What do you say to joining us over there?” Eryk nudged his head in the direction of a plush grouping of leather chairs and a raspberry-colored, crushed-velvet couch where several people had started to congregate.

Some bleached-blonde girl lifted her shirt and flashed her large, bare breasts at Fade when he walked in.

“Uh—” My mind and voice failed me. This was so much more than a new world. I’d entered an alternative universe.

“We’d be happy to join you guys,” said Briar, hip-checking me.

Eryk’s eyes flashed and one side of his sexy mouth quirked up into a crooked, sinful grin as he looked at me. “I promise.” He gently ran the tip of his finger down my cheek, causing goose bumps to riddle my skin. “We won’t bite.”

Cross held out a big hand for me. “Speak for yourself, Hale.” He gave me a bone melting grin.

On the inside, I swooned. On the outside, I gave him my proper, practiced smile before reaching out, feeling the warmth of his long, strong, fingers wrap around mine and sucked in a breath. I swear an electric current zapped up the length of my arm from where we touched and set off a chain reaction, causing the baby-fine hairs on the back of my neck to stand on end.

Eryk slung his arm around Briar’s shoulders, and she melted into his side as the four of us made our way through the energetic, loud gathering.

Apparently, I’d be partying with the rock stars tonight.

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About London
London Saint James has lived in many places, but never felt “at home” until she met the real-life man of her dreams and settled down in the beautiful Smoky Mountains of Tennessee. London lives with her husband and their fat cat who thinks he owns them.

As an award-winning, bestselling, multi-published author, London is living her childhood dream. She knew all the scribbling she did, that big imagination of hers, and all those clamoring characters running around in her head would pay off someday.

A complete list of London’s books can be found on her website http://www.londonsaintjames.com. You can also e-mail London with any questions or comments at London@londonsaintjames.com. She loves to hear from her readers.

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Trouble in Paradise Tour and Giveaway

If you know what’s good for you, you’ll go back to Dallas.

Since coming home Sutton has inherited herself a heap of headaches, two bossy men who want her for their own, threatening notes, and a whole lot of trouble in Paradise.

Having Doc McNab as competition, being ten years Sutton’s senior, and under her employ, meant the deck was stacked against Flint Palmer when it came to winning the sexy, vivacious Sutton as his woman. No way would she be interested in an old, worn-out, ex-rodeo cowboy like him, but that wasn’t going to stop the man from trying.

With the exception of the pretty as a picture, Sutton Callaway, Kale McNab’s childhood sucked. He’d been jerked up more so than raised by his ex-convict of a father, eventually leaving the girl and West Texas behind. Now, he’s all grown and back in Sutton’s life, willing to do whatever it takes to stay there.   

Genre(s): Contemporary Erotic Western Romance, Multiple Partners, Suspense, Spanking, Series

Please Note: This is the novel length book following the introductory novella Welcome to Paradise in the Paradise Ranch Series

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What to readers have to say about Trouble in Paradise?

5 sexy stars!! Whoo I may need to be hosed down after reading this sexy, sexy book!! Melissa –Amazon

Whoo! What a twisting turning, one hell of a cliff hanger, roller coaster ride that was. Cutting Muse Blog Review

It’s a must read book. Shelly – Goodreads

Excerpt:

Kale McNab (a.k.a. the devil) chuckled then ran his fingers through the strands of his brown-sugar-colored hair, mussing them as he eyed her chest. “Nice shirt, cowgirl.”

“Right. Don’t you really mean nice tits?”

“That, too,” he said, lifting his gaze up to her face. A second later, he glanced over to her truck. “What happened?”

“I was trying to find out when you interrupted me.”

“By all means,” he said, gesturing with his arm out in a cheesy game-show host kind of way. “Don’t let me stop you. Commence with the show.”

His gaze raked her from head to toe and back again.

Sutton’s eyes narrowed. “What?”

He locked gazes with her. “You know. All that jiggling about and hand waving you were doing was cute.”

“Jiggling about?” She lifted her chin and set her shoulders. “Cute?” she asked, piqued.

“Yeah,” he said, strolling past her to peek over the front of her pick-up. “Do you know anything about motors?”

“No.”

“So why look under the hood?”

Ugh. Even after all these years, the guy was just as infuriating as he was when he was a boy tormenting her on their bus rides to and from school.

With nothing else to do, because she wasn’t going to answer him, Sutton observed Kale poke around under the hood, seeing the cords flex in his tanned forearms. Why, oh why, did the devil need to wear muscle-hugging T-shirts and worn button fly blue jeans?

A second later, he shook his head. “Sutton. Looks like your engine is shot to shit.” He returned his attention to her with those green eyes of his. “You better call Tucker to come tow it since”—He patted the top of the front wheel well—“this old Ford isn’t going anywhere without one.”

“Dang it.”

She spun around.

“Where ya headed?” he asked.

“Back inside the hardware store to have them unload the bed of the truck and to call Macinroy.”

Kale caught up to her and kept pace. “Has anyone ever told you you’re sexy as hell when you’re ticked?”

She slowed.

He followed suit.

Sutton stopped.

So did he.

She turned to gawk at him.

Kale met her gaze. “You have the greenest eyes. They remind me of expensive jewels.”

“You can’t be serious,” she said.

His lips quirked up at the corners while he stood there oozing confidence and dangerous bad boy charm. “I assure you. I’m always serious when it comes to sexy women.”

She rolled those “jewels” of hers at him. “How is that working out for you?”

“Hm?”

“This whole slicker’n owl shit thing you have going on,” she said, making an air circle with her hand in front of him. “Do women really fall for your line of crap?”

He chuckled. “Crap, huh?”

“Kale, you’re so full of it, I’m surprised your eyes aren’t brown.”

“Hell, Sutton.” He reached out and swiped a stray lock of hair from her sweaty face—his knuckles briefly brushing against her damp neck. “You really do know how to cut a notch in a guy’s ego.”

“I’m sure your ego can handle having a notch or two whittled away.” She resumed her trek to the front doors of the store. For some reason, which eluded her, Kale kept pace. “Why are you following me?”

“Darlin’,” he said in a pitying, you-poor-clueless-little-thing manner which made her grit her teeth. “I was on my way to your ranch, but I saw you jumping and waving around at the front of your truck, so I thought I’d pull in here and see if I could lend a hand.”

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About London:

I love: Coca-Cola, anything chocolate, reading, writing, singing, dancing, movies, listening to thunder storms, watching it rain, the mountains, the ocean, orchids, great smiles, and guys with brooding eyes and great scowls.

So, I write erotic romance (mostly) although I have one or two sweet romances bopping around out there in the great big world of published books. If you want to know more about them, you can pop on over to my website.

If you want to know a little bit more about me, you can find me on social media, you know, Facebook, Twitter and such. Oh, and you are cordially invited to come join my FB group Slip Between the Pages with London where you can ask me about any of my books, or if you just want to talk about something random such as the best way to make a horrible meatloaf, I’m your girl. *Smiles* We have a lot of fun in that group. *Whispers conspiratorially* Sometimes we spike the punch. Shh…Don’t tell.

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