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Wednesday, May 10, 2017

Blog Tour - Bayside Desires by Melissa Foster + Giveaway!



Fall in love at Bayside, where sandy beaches, good friends, 
and true love come together in the sweet small towns of Cape Cod.


Title: Bayside Desires
Series: Bayside Summers #1
Author: Melissa Foster    
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 9, 2017

Synopsis

In Bayside Desires…

As the co-owner of Bayside Resorts, Rick Savage has a fabulous job working with his best friends and brother, and a thriving business in Washington, DC, which he’ll be returning to at the end of the summer. Spending time with his family is great, but being back on Cape Cod has unearthed painful memories.

When sweet, smart, and overly cautious Desiree Cleary moves in next door, Rick is drawn to the sexy preschool teacher, and she just might prove to be the perfect distraction.

Running an art gallery was not in preschool teacher Desiree Cleary’s plans, but after being tricked into coming to her impetuous, unreliable mother’s aid, she’s stuck spending the summer with the badass half sister she barely knows and a misbehaving dog. 

If that’s not frustrating enough, she can’t escape the sparks igniting with her strikingly handsome and pushy neighbor, Rick, who makes all her warning bells go off.

Passion ignites as Desiree and Rick spend long summer nights sharing heartfelt confessions and steamy kisses. For the first time in years Rick is enjoying life again instead of hiding behind mounds of work miles away from his family. 

Desiree has touched him in a way that makes him want to slow down. Only slowing down means dealing with his demons, and he isn’t sure who he’ll be when he comes out the other side.

BAYSIDE SUMMERS is a series of STANDALONE steamy romance novels featuring alpha male heroes and sexy, empowered women. They're fun, flirty, flawed, deeply emotional, always passionate, and easy to relate to. 

Bayside Summers is part of the LOVE IN BLOOM romance collection by New York Times & USA Today bestselling and award-winning author Melissa Foster. While each book may be read as a standalone, you might enjoy reading the entire Love in Bloom series. Characters from each sub-series appear in future books.



Excerpt


Oh shit. Rick Savage beached his craft, threw his life vest onto the sand, and ran after the woman he’d soaked. He’d been so captivated by the curvaceous blonde that when she’d started to leave, his first instinct had been to stop her. 

He’d clearly lost his mind. He knew better than to come that close to the jetty or to fishtail near people. I’m so sorry, he said, jogging over as she stepped off the rocks and onto the beach. 

She turned, mouth gaping, strands of wet hair stuck to her cheeks, forehead, and shoulders. The most beautiful green eyes stared back at him in shock and horror. He felt like a total ass.  

I’m sorry. I saw you watching me, and— There was absolutely no excuse for what he’d done, so he went with the truth, no matter how bad it sounded. I wanted to meet you before you took off. I wasn’t watching you. Her eyes darted around them, as if someone else might hear her lying. 

He cocked a brow. Okay, maybe I was for a second. But you were stalking me. She swiped at her sundress, which clung to her incredibly sexy body like a second skin. He tried not to leer, but damn… 

Forcing his eyes up, he said, I wasn’t stalking you— Her deadpan stare stopped him from telling his own lie. Okay, fine, he said with a laugh. I was. You caught me. I’m sorry. Does this usually work for you? Drenching unsuspecting women? she said with a hint of annoyance, and a smile, as she shook the water from her arms. 

Not that I’m an expert on being hit on, but it doesn’t seem like the best way to go about it. I’m sure you get hit on all the time, but this wasn’t planned. It was a stupid mistake. It’s actually illegal to go that fast near the jetty, so you can have me arrested if you’d like. 

I wasn’t thinking. I was— She arched a brow, a slight smirk playing across her beautiful face as she tossed his mannerism right back at him. He felt himself smiling. Man, this woman was as sweet as she was spunky. 

What can I say? If you weren’t so hot… So, it’s my fault? She rolled her eyes. You really do kind of suck at picking up women. The caveman in him grunted, and he squared his shoulders. I don’t suck at it. I’m actually really good at it. A pro. A master. A champion. 

She laughed. Sorry, but… She waved at her wet clothes. Evidence proves otherwise. And I’m about to prove that evidence wrong. Let me buy you a sweatshirt and something warm to drink at Mac’s so you don’t freeze. Mac’s was a walk-up restaurant by the Wellfleet Pier, a five-minute drive by car. Less by Jet Ski.  

Her eyes rolled over his face, as if she were considering it. He’d never had anything close to a poker face, which meant she saw his remorse and  his attraction. At six two, two thirty, he was a big dude, and he kept in prime shape with running and water sports.  

He was used to women ogling him and practically doing cartwheels to get his attention. She drew in a deep breath, her eyes dropping to his bare chest, and she bit her plump lower lip. Sexy didn’t begin to describe the dichotomy of sweet and sultry this woman possessed. But she wasn’t doing cartwheels. In fact, those hungry eyes shifted away from him. 

It’s okay, she said. I was getting ready to leave anyway. She was blowing him off? There was no way he was letting her leave without doing something to make up for this debacle. Okay, maybe he also wanted to strip away those wet clothes and warm her up. But that was beside the point. 

Are you staying at a cottage on the beach? I can give you a ride on my Jet Ski. As tempting as that sounds, since I’ve never been on one, I have my car. She pointed to the parking lot with the hand that held her phone, and her smile faded. Oh, shoot. My phone got wet. 

I can take care of that. He took it from her and wiped it on his shorts. She watched his hands, his biceps, his pecs, his shorts, with laser focus. His fish wasn’t off the line yet. It should be okay now. Want me to put my number in your contacts? In case you change your mind about that drink?  

That brought a curious smile. He noticed the cutest dimple beside her mouth when she smiled. Does that usually work? No idea. I haven’t had to use that line before. He stepped closer, unable to resist brushing a lock of hair that was stuck to her cheek away from her face so he could see her better. 

Their eyes connected, and the temperature spiked. She must have felt it, too, because she was licking her lips like a hungry tigress. In the next breath, her eyes darted nervously around the beach. Christ, now she looked sweet and innocent.  

How did she do that in the blink of an eye? Rick was only at the Cape for a few more weeks, working on renovations at the resort before returning to his real life, and design-build business, in Washington, DC. The thoughts running through his mind were not sweet and innocent.  

He should let his apology ride, get on his Jet Ski, and drive away. But she had his rapt attention, and he was unable to walk away. You don’t have to use my number, he said. But you never know. Maybe when you’re lying in bed tonight, unable to stop thinking about me, you’ll wish you had it.  

Her cheeks flushed, and those sparkling green eyes moved over his face and down his chest again, lingering long enough to send a stroke of heat to his core. Why not she said, surprising the hell out of him. Go ahead and put your number in my phone…? 

Rick. He entered his contact information and handed it back, curling his fingers over hers and holding them for a beat. Her eyes flicked up, dark and alluring. I’m Desiree, she said a little breathlessly. Oh yeah, you feel it, too.




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Teasers

The Series
Bayside Passions
(Bayside Summers #2)

Releasing January 10th, 2018

Stay tuned for full book description.

You can Pre-Order Today!


About Author

Melissa Foster is a New York Times & USA Today bestselling and award-winning author. She writes sexy and heartwarming contemporary romance, new adult romance, romantic suspense, thrillers, and historical fiction with emotionally compelling characters that stay with you long after you turn the last page. 

Melissa's emotional journeys are lovingly erotic and always family oriented. Her books have been recommended by USA Today's book blog, Hagerstown Magazine, The Patriot, and several other print venues. She is the founder of the World Literary Café. 

When she's not writing, Melissa helps authors navigate the publishing industry through her author training programs on Fostering Success. 

Melissa loves to hear from readers! Feel free to send her an email or chat with her on social media. Join her Newsletter to stay up to date;)



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Monday, December 26, 2016

Blog Tour - Bad Boys After Dark + Excerpt & Giveaway!



One night and too much tequila might change their lives forever. 


Title: Bad Boys After Dark: Dylan 
Series: Bad Boys After Dark #2
Author: Melissa Foster
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publication Date: December 21




The Bad Billionaires After Dark are a series of stand-alone romances that may also be enjoyed as part of the larger Love in Bloom series. 

Indulge your inner vixen with these sexy billionaires!

Meet the Bad Boys... Four fiercely loyal, sinfully sexy, uber alpha brothers, about to fall head over heels for their leading ladies.

Everything's naughtier after dark...

Sinfully sexy bar owner Dylan Bad has a thing for needy women. He’s a savior, a knight in shining armor, and his mighty talented sword has no trouble bringing damsels in distress to their knees. 

Enter Tiffany Winters, a gorgeous cutthroat sports agent who looks like sex on legs, f**ks like she’s passion personified, and wouldn’t let a man help her if she were dangling from a ledge and he was her only hope. One night and too much tequila might change their lives forever. The question is, will either one survive?

*The Bad Boys After Dark books are long enough to burn up the sheets and short enough to leave you craving more.




“What’s your pleasure?” he asked with more than a hint of innuendo. - You. Naked, with your head buried between my legs, to start. - 

“Surprise me.” She watched him turn to prepare her drink and checked out the way his dark slacks hugged his perfect ass. It had been a long time since she’d found this man this attractive. But Mick Bad’s brother? That spelled trouble. - 

A minute later he slid two drinks across the bar. A cocky smile spread across his handsome face. “One Leg Spreader and one All Night Long.” He dragged out each seduction-laden word. - 

“A little overly confident, aren’t you?” She had no qualms about taking what she wanted—in a boardroom or a bedroom—and Dylan’s confidence was a definite turn-on. - 

He leaned across the bar, and the temperature around them spiked. “I was going to add a Blow Job, but I wasn’t sure how much you could handle.” - 

She held his challenging gaze. “I think the question is, can you keep up?”  “Dylan!” a guy called from across the room. - 

 Dylan held up a finger in the guy’s direction, his eyes never leaving Tiffany’s. He leaned in so close she could smell alcohol on his breath—and God help her, she wanted to suck the taste off his tongue. - 

“Mark my words, gorgeous, you’ll be leaving here with me tonight.” - 

Heat streaked down her spine. “Cocky. I like that. Tell Mick I said congratulations.” She dropped her eyes as if she weren’t hanging on the very thought of devouring him, but couldn’t resist stealing another peek at the tempting beefcake as he walked away. - 

Okay, maybe several long glimpses, of which he caught two or three and returned with an I-can’t-wait-to-fuck-you grin that had her insides igniting. - She answered another call and a few text messages, and a short while later, Dylan’s voice spilled like warm cognac over her shoulder. - 

 “You know what they say about wedding hookups?” - 

She lifted her gaze as he sat on the stool beside her. “What do they say?” - 

“They say they can’t happen if you don’t put your phone away.” Dylan boldly placed his hand on her thigh. Long, strong fingers pressed into her flesh, sending rivers of desire to the apex of her thighs. - 

 She wondered how big other parts of his anatomy were, and couldn’t help stealing a quick glance. Oh yeah, he was packing major heat. A whiff of his spicy, masculine scent brought all her best parts pulsing to life. His scent alone probably brought more women to their knees than the Pope, but coupled with the sinful promises in his dark eyes, the guy was lethal. - 

“I don’t put my phone down for just anyone,” she answered, still holding his gaze. His hungry eyes dropped to her mouth, lingering there long enough to make her salivate. “Are you as good in the bedroom as you are behind the bar?” - 

“I’ll let you be the judge of that.” He leaned closer, placing his mouth beside her ear. “I’ll even let you hold your phone until you’re sure I’m worth it.” - 

Now, that was a plan she could get on board with, except for one minor worry. “You’re my colleague’s brother. I’m not sure you’re the smartest choice for me tonight.” - 

He flashed a wicked grin that she was sure opened many bedroom doors. “A gentleman never tells.”- 

 “You might just be the perfect man.” Her phone vibrated again. She glanced at it, noting a follow-up email from Allison, and the time. It was nearly midnight. Dylan’s hand traveled further up her thigh, his fingertips sneaking beneath her skirt. He was brazen, and she liked that in a man. - 

He eyed her phone with a smirk and pressed his large hand to her cheek. His thumb moved over her lower lip and hooked behind her front teeth. Her entire body electrified as he delved deeper, brushing the tip over her tongue. - 

 “When I get done with you, you will have forgotten what that thing in your hand is.” - 

He was smooth, practiced, and knew exactly what he was doing. Thank God. She had so little time for sex, she couldn’t afford to waste it with a guy who needed to be shown. Sliding her purse over her shoulder and still clutching her phone, she turned to step off the stool. - 

His hand traveled even higher up her leg, a fingertip away from brushing over her sex, and she felt herself go damp. Her pulse accelerated with the urge to slide forward on her barstool and let him feel what he was doing to her, but she wasn’t ready to give him the upper hand. - 

She casually moved his hand and rose to her feet. - 

 He spoke in a greedy voice directly into her ear. “We’re going to have to change your name.” He swung his jacket over his shoulder and guided her toward the door. - 

“You’re far too hot for Winters.” He pushed the door open and lowered his mouth to her neck, grazing his teeth along the base—the absolute most sensitive spot on her entire body—and sending shivers down her spine. “From now on, you’re my Summers.” - 

As her body flamed and her insides melted, her mind struggled to figure out how he knew her name and to deny what he’d just said. She was no man’s anything. She turned to tell him just that, and he backed her up against the brick wall. - 

A cool breeze sailed over her skin as he grabbed her wrists and pinned them beside her head, trapping her between the wall and his hard body. He claimed her mouth with fierce domination. The way he ate at her mouth and his hips gyrated against hers with no care about being out in public should have had her fighting harder to regain the upper hand. - 

But the harder she fought to reclaim her rational thoughts, the more she craved him. Every part of her tingled and burned for more. Her nipples tightened to painful peaks, her sex throbbed, and her knees weakened. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d encountered someone so potently male, if ever, and she fucking loved it. - 

Shocked at her own hungry response to his ravishment, she gave in to the unfamiliar thrills racing through her and returned his efforts with reckless abandon. But the more she gave, the softer the kisses became, until his lips were brushing lightly over hers, taunting her. He pulled back with every crane of her neck as she sought more. - 

Still restraining her arms, he put space between their bodies. Cool air whooshed between them, causing her nipples to prickle even more painfully with the need to be touched. -

 “Oh, yes,” he said with a territorial look in his eyes. “You’re my Summers, all right.” - 

 As blood began to flow to her brain again, the realization of her loss of control was staggering. She lifted her chin and wrenched her hands free. Holding his challenging and so-fucking-hot gaze, she grabbed hold of his loosened tie and tugged him in for another scorching kiss. - 

 When she felt his muscles relax, she spun him against the wall with a thud, grinning at the shock registering in his gorgeous eyes. - 

“I’m no man’s anything. But you can be my stress relief for the next hour.” She dragged her hand down his impressively broad chest and over his taut abs, still clutching her phone, and cupped the formidable bulge in his trousers. - 

 “That is, if you can keep it up that long.” -




 



Read the whole Billionaires After Dark series:
Don't miss the BAD who started it all!

Bad Boys After Dark: Mick #1


Bad Boys After Dark: Carson #3 

AVAILABLE FOR PRE-ORDER... 
RELEASE DATE JULY 12, 2017

Bad Boys After Dark: Brett #4

(Coming Soon)




Melissa Foster is a New York Times & USA Today bestselling and award-winning author. She writes sexy and heartwarming contemporary romance, new adult romance, romantic suspense, thrillers, and historical fiction with emotionally compelling characters that stay with you long after you turn the last page. 

Melissa's emotional journeys are lovingly erotic and always family oriented. Her books have been recommended by USA Today's book blog, Hagerstown Magazine, The Patriot, and several other print venues. She is the founder of the World Literary Café. 

When she's not writing, Melissa helps authors navigate the publishing industry through her author training programs on Fostering Success. 

Melissa loves to hear from readers! Feel free to send her an email or chat with her on social media. Join her Newsletter to stay up to date;)




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