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Monday, July 14, 2014
Bliss Blitz! July Releases
The summer is warming up with two new releases from Bliss this month. One is our latest Red-Hot Bliss, Her Secret, His Surprise by Paula Altenburg, which throws the bedroom door open. The second is a traditional Bliss, Accidentally Married on Purpose by Rachel Harris, which while it's a behind closed doors story it's definitely not lacking in sizzle. Plus, Seven Day Fiance by Rachel Harris is on sale! See below for more details.
About Accidentally Married on Purpose:
One ring plus one wild night equals one crazy loveSherry Robicheaux loves men. She loves love. And she loves an adventure. So when she meets a mysterious man while working backstage at a country music concert in Vegas, she’s all about what happens in Vegas staying there.Country music superstar Tyler Blue just wants a weekend of anonymity…though there’s something about the spunky waitress with the streaks of purple hair that tempts him like no other. Until the next morning, when they both wake up with fuzzy memories…and rings on their fingers.Convincing Sherry to maintain the ruse for his public image isn’t the hardest part—it’s reminding himself that their time spent playing husband and wife in her small town of Magnolia Springs can’t last. Tyler’s first love will always be music—and the road is no place for a sweet downhome girl.
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About Her Secret, His Surprise:
Conflict of interest is an understatement…Since being disowned by her strict father, Cass Stone has spent her adulthood trying to prove him wrong. Her drive has led to more success than her family ever thought she’d achieve, and life is looking great. Not even an incredible and mysterious one night stand that leaves her a single mom can trip her up...until the father of her baby stumbles back into her life, as sexy and unreliable as ever.Logan Alexander hasn’t forgotten the night he spent with Cass two years ago, but he never expects to end up undercover as her assistant. His job saves lives—like it should have saved his brother—and he can’t afford complications. It’s difficult enough to maintain his cover as a carefree wanderer when he realizes his attraction to Cass hasn’t faded...and then he meets Cass’s daughter.
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PLUS...
Pick up a copy of Seven Day Fiance this week only for just $.99!
About Seven Day Fiance:
One bad boy. One good
girl. One unforgettable week.
Angelle Prejean is in a
pickle. Her family is expecting her to come home with a fiancé—a fiancé who
doesn’t exist. Well, he exists, but he definitely has no idea Angelle
told her mama they were engaged. Tattooed, muscled, and hotter than sin, Cane
can reduce Angelle to a hot mess with one look—and leave her heart a
mess if she falls for him. But when she ends up winning him at a charity
bachelor auction, she knows just how to solve her fiancé problem.
Cane Robicheaux is no one’s
prince. He doesn’t do relationships and he doesn’t fall in love. When sweet,
sultry-voiced Angelle propositions him, he hopes their little fiancé game can
finally get her out of his head. He doesn’t expect her to break through all his
barriers. But even as Angelle burrows deeper into his heart, he knows once
their seven days are up, so is their ruse.
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Promo Event-Rachel Harris Accidentally Married on Purpose
Please join us in celebrating the release of Accidentally Married on Purpose (Love and Games #3) by Rachel Harris!
Title: Accidentally Married on Purpose (Love
and Games #3)
Author: Rachel Harris
Age: Adult
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Entangled Bliss
Release Date: July 14, 2014
Synopsis
One ring plus one wild night equals one crazy love
Sherry Robicheaux loves men. She loves love. And she loves an adventure. So when she meets a mysterious man while working backstage at a country music concert in Vegas, she’s all about what’s happened in Vegas staying there.
Country music superstar Tyler Blue just wants a weekend of anonymity…though there’s something about the spunky waitress with the streaks of purple hair that tempts him like no other. Until the next morning, when they both wake up with fuzzy memories…and rings on their fingers.
Convincing Sherry to maintain the ruse for his public image isn’t the hardest part—it’s reminding himself that their time spent playing husband and wife in her small town of Magnolia Springs can’t last. Tyler’s first love will always be music—and the road is no place for a sweet downhome girl.
Excerpt:
Waking up face-first on the bathroom floor may not be cause for alarm for everyone, but for
Sherry, it ranked right up there. Especially since she knew the second her eyes cracked open that
it wasn’t her bathroom.
Fuzzy-edged memories pranced around her brain, just out of reach, as she hooked a hand
on the toilet seat and pushed to a sitting position.
The world tilted.
As her stomach heaved, she dove for the porcelain throne, but nothing came up. Nothing
other than slightly sharper memories. Ones that told of dancing, magical fountains, way too
much alcohol, and some very, very sexy time between the sheets. The images pulsed like an old
movie, blanking out too much for her liking, but a flush heated her skin at what she could recall.
Hot damn. She’d been right. A night with a roadie like Tyler would definitely keep her
fantasies occupied for years to come. Shame she couldn’t remember more.
Resting her head on the cool surface, she surveyed the fancy digs with half-lidded eyes.
It was a hell of a room, particularly on a roadie’s budget. Further proof that either Tyler was in
tight with his boss, or Blue wasn’t nearly the egotist she’d pegged him to be. Too bad she hadn’t
had a chance to meet him the other night.
“Tyler?” she called out again, wincing at the roughness of her voice. She sounded like an
old lady who smoked a bazillion packs a day. Lovely. Grabbing hold of either side of the toilet,
she wobbled first to her knees, and then her feet. The mirror was just a few feet away. Time to
inspect the damage.
Eyes half closed, she fumbled forward and latched onto the counter to steady herself.
Hangovers really didn’t suit her. She turned on the faucet, and as she waited for the plastic cup to
fill with water, Sherry raised her eyes to her reflection.
“What the freaking hell?!?”
She was wearing a wedding veil.
A wedding veil was on her head. It was white. It had lace. And it was on her freaking
head.
She didn’t have a single stitch of clothing on her body otherwise, but she did have that.
“Hubba, hubba, wubba...what?”
She blinked hard, repeatedly, thinking her reflection would change. It didn’t. Cold water
ran over her hand, and it didn't wake her from the bizarre dream. The door behind her started to
creak open, and Sherry jumped, snatching a towel off the floor.
When she saw a huge honking diamond on her finger, she ditched the towel and
screamed instead.
Waking up face-first on the bathroom floor may not be cause for alarm for everyone, but for
Sherry, it ranked right up there. Especially since she knew the second her eyes cracked open that
it wasn’t her bathroom.
Fuzzy-edged memories pranced around her brain, just out of reach, as she hooked a hand
on the toilet seat and pushed to a sitting position.
The world tilted.
As her stomach heaved, she dove for the porcelain throne, but nothing came up. Nothing
other than slightly sharper memories. Ones that told of dancing, magical fountains, way too
much alcohol, and some very, very sexy time between the sheets. The images pulsed like an old
movie, blanking out too much for her liking, but a flush heated her skin at what she could recall.
Hot damn. She’d been right. A night with a roadie like Tyler would definitely keep her
fantasies occupied for years to come. Shame she couldn’t remember more.
Resting her head on the cool surface, she surveyed the fancy digs with half-lidded eyes.
It was a hell of a room, particularly on a roadie’s budget. Further proof that either Tyler was in
tight with his boss, or Blue wasn’t nearly the egotist she’d pegged him to be. Too bad she hadn’t
had a chance to meet him the other night.
“Tyler?” she called out again, wincing at the roughness of her voice. She sounded like an
old lady who smoked a bazillion packs a day. Lovely. Grabbing hold of either side of the toilet,
she wobbled first to her knees, and then her feet. The mirror was just a few feet away. Time to
inspect the damage.
Eyes half closed, she fumbled forward and latched onto the counter to steady herself.
Hangovers really didn’t suit her. She turned on the faucet, and as she waited for the plastic cup to
fill with water, Sherry raised her eyes to her reflection.
“What the freaking hell?!?”
She was wearing a wedding veil.
A wedding veil was on her head. It was white. It had lace. And it was on her freaking
head.
She didn’t have a single stitch of clothing on her body otherwise, but she did have that.
“Hubba, hubba, wubba...what?”
She blinked hard, repeatedly, thinking her reflection would change. It didn’t. Cold water
ran over her hand, and it didn't wake her from the bizarre dream. The door behind her started to
creak open, and Sherry jumped, snatching a towel off the floor.
When she saw a huge honking diamond on her finger, she ditched the towel and
screamed instead.
Check out the other books in this fun series!
Taste the Heat
Seven Day Fiance
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About Rachel Harris
Award-winning and Bestselling author Rachel
Harris writes humorous love stories about sassy girls next door and the hot
guys that make them swoon. Emotion, vibrant settings, and strong relationships
are a staple in each of her books...and kissing. Lots of kissing.An admitted Diet Mountain Dew addict and homeschool mom, she gets through each day by laughing at herself, hugging her kids, and watching way too much Food Network with her husband. She writes young adult, new adult, and adult romance, and LOVES talking with readers.
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Release Day Launch! Accidentally Married on Purpose by Rachel Harris
We are so excited to bring you the Release Day Launch for Rachel Harris' ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED ON PURPOSE!! ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED ON PURPOSE is the third book in her Love and Games Series published by Entangled Bliss.
About ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED ON PURPOSE:
One ring plus one wild night equals one crazy love
Sherry Robicheaux loves men. She loves love. And she loves an adventure. So when she meets a mysterious man while working backstage at a country music concert in Vegas, she’s all about what’s happened in Vegas staying there.
Country music superstar Tyler Blue just wants a weekend of anonymity…though there’s something about the spunky waitress with the streaks of purple hair that tempts him like no other. Until the next morning, when they both wake up with fuzzy memories…and rings on their fingers.
Convincing Sherry to maintain the ruse for his public image isn’t the hardest part—it’s reminding himself that their time spent playing husband and wife in her small town of Magnolia Springs can’t last. Tyler’s first love will always be music—and the road is no place for a sweet downhome girl.
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EXCERPT: From opposite the long table of food, the brunette gave him a blatant once over as he came to a stop in front of her, twirling a strand of purple hair around her fingertip. When she reached his lucky belt buckle, her sinful lips twitched. “If the words, ‘Come here often,’ leave your mouth, I swear I’ll laugh you straight back to roadie-ville.” Her words were harsh, but the smile that sprang free was playful, and Tyler found himself mesmerized by the familiar twang of her southern voice. So much so that he’d almost missed what she said. “Roadie-ville?” “Sorry, do you prefer techie?” Her cute nose wrinkled as she stuck her hands in her back jeans pocket. “I heard someone else say that earlier, but I swear that sounds like a computer nerd.” She looked him up and down again, this time her gaze lingering around his hips. Slightly south of the belt buckle. Hot damn. “I think roadie fits you better. Sounds sexier.” Tyler scratched the side of his jaw. Was she messing with him? He’d heard a hell of a lot of come-ons since making it to Nashville and had been propositioned in every way possible. But this was a first. The woman stared back, smiling that damn seductive smile, and he realized she honestly had no clue who he was. For some reason, he was in no hurry to correct that just yet. He couldn’t recall the last time he’d gone anywhere without being recognized, much less his own concert. But since the room was swarming with crew, Tyler could understand the confusion…if she weren’t a hardcore fan, and clearly, this woman wasn’t. Tyler swiped a hand over his mouth, hiding a smile. “Sugar, you can call me anything you like,” he drawled, laying it on thick even to his own ears. Her pretty lips parted, and he grinned. “And what can I call you?” Her smile twisted into a smirk. “Who said you could call me at all?” He laughed, shocked again, and for the first time in a long time, speechless. She winked. “I’m Sherry.” When she said her name, she looked right into his eyes as if he should remember it, and he had no doubt that he would. The confidence pouring off her was sexy as hell. “And…you are?” “Tyler,” he replied, glad she’d gone with just her first name so he could do the same. The rest of the world simply referred to Tyler as Blue, the front man for the band bearing his last name. Even so, he stood back and waited for a sign of recognition. It never came. When it became obvious she really had no clue who he was, nor would she guess any time soon, Tyler felt a knot of tension release between his shoulder blades. “So, Sherry, you planning to watch tonight’s show?” She pulled a face. “I’m not much for country, other than the line dances. All those songs about trucks and trains and whiskey and dogs, though that last one I can forgive.” Her smile softened and Tyler moved closer, wanting to be nearer the genuine warmth of it. “No offense to your boss or anything,” she added with a slight grimace. “I heard he’s pretty hot…even if he is the man-whore of country music.” A shocked laugh burst from his lips. “Excuse me?” She waved her comment away, as if she hadn’t just insulted him to his face—which, he guessed, she hadn’t really. At least not on purpose. “Just a theory I have. I’m sure he’s a perfectly adequate boss.” Now, Tyler laughed for real. “Yeah, he’s…adequate.” Shaking his head, he propped his hip on the table. This was the most fun he’d had with a woman in months—and they both still had their clothes on.
About Rachel Harris:
Award-winning and Bestselling author Rachel Harris writes humorous love stories about sassy girls next door and the hot guys that make them swoon. Emotion, vibrant settings, and strong relationships are a staple in each of her books...and kissing. Lots of kissing.
An admitted Diet Mountain Dew addict and homeschool mom, she gets through each day by laughing at herself, hugging her kids, and watching way too much Food Network with her husband. She writes young adult, new adult, and adult romance, and LOVES talking with readers.
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