Showing posts with label Shannyn Leah. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Shannyn Leah. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 19, 2018

RELEASE DAY BLITZ FOR STONE BY AUTHOR SHANNYN LEAH



We are so excited to share with you the release of  the second book 
in author Shannyn Leah's Willow Valley’s Bad Boy stand-alone series STONE. 
Fall in love with Stone Patino, a retired underground fighter turned mechanic in his best friends restoration business. He’s strong, solid, independent, until the woman who walked away, walks back into his life.

These hot contemporary romance books feature alpha males heroes and strong, independent women.

Title: Stone (Bad Boys of Willow Valley)
Author: Shannyn Leah
Genre: Contemporary Small Town Romance


SYNOPSIS
It’s hard to resist a Good Man who’s a Bad Boy
Stone Patino was once a bad boy, but not since moving to Willow Valley. He left that bad boy life behind years ago. Left it in the underground fighting ring he used to call his home. Now, he lives in the country and works on cars. He prefers the simple life without someone trying to put their fist through his face on a weekly basis. There's just one thing about that life he misses.
Bowie Blake was once a bad girl too. But now she's a socialite turned reality TV star who turned her back ten years ago on the love of her life, Stone Patino.
Full of regret and needing help, she seeks out Stone again. She drags Stone back into the ring to fight her battles and save her wheelchair-bound brother. Stone agrees, but must fight through his own demons and his love for Bowie. Both soon learn it's not easy to fight the same battles they'd already fought and lost so many years ago. But now it's a fight they both aim to win.


Get your copy of STONE today:



TEASERS





BONUS EXCERPT 


“I called you because you have a visitor.” Stone’s dad said.
“A what?”
“What are you deaf as much as stupid today? You have a visitor.”
His dad nodded to someone over his shoulder and Stone turned, saying, “What the hell are you talking about?” His sentence was cut short as his eyes fell upon the one woman who had promised then him everything and left him with nothing.
His heart stopped beating like time itself had stopped and his inhale of air caught in his throat.
Was he imagining her?
Why the hell would he imagine her?
But why the hell would she be here, in his dad’s gym, walking toward Stone?
He could have pinched himself a dozen times and he still would’ve considered her a figment of his imagination, but then he smelled her. Long before she took her first step, the familiar smell of Bowie Blake, the cities well-known socialite, drowned his nostrils—designer perfume with a blend of island smell, jasmine, if he recalled correctly.
When the sudden realization that she stood in front of him as real as the men around them who didn’t hide their gawking curiosity, something deep inside him snapped—instant, dark, and familiar.
Each step she took toward him in her expensive high heels pounded layer upon layer of anger inside him.
What the hell was she doing here?
She had a lot of nerve showing up at his father’s business when she held a restraining order against him.
Now, he knew exactly who the Jaguar belonged to—the predator herself. Sauntering toward him, in a dress that dipped down her front and hugged her curves, she shared the animal’s sleek outer skin as much as it’s stalk and ambush qualities. Her expensive taste hadn’t changed much either. The oversized purse hanging off her shoulder looked bigger than the guy’s gym bags.
She looked like money.
She walked like money.
And when it came down to love or money, she chose money.
His body froze in the spot, paralyzed as he watched her approach. He dug deep within him for the strength to move, to walk away and not demand answers to questions that had plagued him all these years. To not damn well lay it on her for being the spoiled princess everyone had warned him about and not the woman he’d believed her to be behind closed doors.
Damn it. He’d been the fool and he sure has hell wouldn’t fall into her trap again.
Finally, his legs kicked in and he started moving, but there wasn’t a chance he’d be walking out of his father’s gym. This was his turf and no one had invited her.
She blinked the darkest, brownest eyes at his abruptness, as she should. He ignored the worry lines her face carried and even inwardly snickered at the reluctance he saw in her eyes. Reluctance and fatigue mixed with even a dash of hope.
What the hell kind of game was this?
She stopped, but he didn’t even slow as they reached each other. “I have nothing to say to you.” He continued straight past her and, damn, it felt good.
Screw being the victim this round.
But as he passed by, she caught his forearm with both of her cold hands. “Stone, please.”
He had to give his head a shake so he wouldn’t get lost in the sound of her desperate pleading. Knowing better, but unable to resist, he glanced over his shoulder. His vision landed where her frantic hands gripped his arm before rising to her now desolate eyes. No matter the emotions running through him, all he saw were lies, deceit, and pain.
He jerked his arm free, disregarding the gasp that passed her lips. “Get the hell out.” Each slow, calculated word looked like it thrust down on her already slumped shoulders.
Setting his sights on the men’s locker room as his escape, he stalked toward the door. Just as his hands lifted and slammed the swinging doors, he heard, “I’m in trouble.”
He stopped dead cold and watched the doors swing until they no longer could.
Son of a bitch.
He couldn’t walk away from that.



LOVE SUPER HOT FIREFIGHTERS?


  


DON'T MISS DAX! BOOK ONE IN THE BAD BOYS OF WILLOW VALLEY  SERIES

Dax Colyn is one of the bad boys of Willow Valley. A fearless volunteer firefighter and hard working, sexy mechanic, he makes all the woman swoon and he likes it that way. He keeps people at a distance since his mother died. He doesn't want to let anyone in, much less a woman he knows he could fall in love with.

Ava Anderson keeps people away, too. Haunted by her tortured past and constantly fearful of the future, it's only her daughter Olivia and Dax's dad Rowdy that she's let in. 

But when tragedy strikes, it pushes Dax and Ava together, forcing them both to let go of their fears. They soon learn how hard it is to keep pretending and how easy it is to let others in. Especially when those people are family.







Get your copy of today:

KINDLE *  KOBO * NOOK * iBOOKS



WANT MORE WILLOW VALLEY STORIES 
(The McAdams Sisters):



ABOUT SHANNYN LEAH


Contemporary romance author Shannyn Leah loves olives, lip gloss and reading (and writing) romance novels. Her love of words started at an early age and soon grew until, during her teenage years, she’d started writing her own novels. When her mom pushed to finally publish some of the stories, she quickly amassed two complete romance series (By The Lake and Caliendo Resort series) and, in 2016, released her first Fantasy Romance entitled The Gatekeepers (Part One of the Winters Rising series).
When she's not writing contemporary romance books into the early hours of the morning, Shannyn can be found antiquing with her two favorite people, her momma and sister, in their picturesque London, Ontario hometown.
Shannyn would love to get to know her readers as you get to know her (just don’t send her any carrots!)
Get 3 FREE books and never miss special promotions, brand new release or the inside scoop by signing up for her newsletter. https://goo.gl/JiHvXD 

Posted by at No comments:
Labels: , , ,

Tuesday, May 9, 2017

Release Blitz for Sunset Flare by Shannyn Leah




°•☆•°New Release°•☆•° #SHARINGISCARING
Sunset Flare by, Shannyn Leah is live!
“SUNSET FLARE is one of Shannyn Leah’s most intriguing tales to date!” ~ Dii, Tometender

SUNSET FLARE - Mafia Romance STANDALONE
Rich, Wild, Pampered. Mysterious, dark...dangerous

Read the first two chapters here: http://www.shannynleah.com/sunset-flare.php





Blurb:
Izzy Caliendo is a wild child. Born into a rich family, she uses her status as a pampered princess to avoid work, play the field and live her life the way she wants.


Until Gunner Mann comes along, anyway.
Gunner, hired by Izzy’s brother, Marc, to decode their grandfather’s secret files, is mysterious, dangerous and doesn't bow down to Izzy's wild ways.


When Marc traps these two in the basement together to finish the files, sparks start to fly. After Izzy finds out about her own file and is confronted with confusion about her past, she turns to Gunner for help. But Gunner is running from his own past and doesn’t want to involve anyone—especially a Caliendo woman. He is so close to freedom—how can he turn back now?


The more time he and Izzy spent together, however, makes it harder and harder for either of them to walk away. Will they simply finish the files and go their separate ways or will deceit, lies and secrecy actually bring these two people from opposite worlds together?



EXCERPT


JUMP?
Stolen canoe?
Gunner’s conclusion: this Caliendo was insane. But, hot damn, the woman sure knew how to kiss.
“They’re going to jump!” The shouts from the wound up troupe sounded closer, diminishing the distance between them.
Gunner took one last glance over his shoulder at the shadows cutting the path toward them. Izzy had left him no other alternative. He jumped.
The cool water swallowed him whole, dragging him into the pit of desolation where he’d once lived. For a brief moment, time stood still, pulling him into that darkening part of his life when he wouldn’t have bothered swimming to the surface, wouldn’t have wanted to, wouldn’t have cared if he never breathed a breath of fresh air again.
Surprisingly, he discovered, today wasn’t that time.
Gunner broke the water’s surface, sucking in the warm summer evening air, and appreciating what he’d once given up. Life. It had been so long since he’d felt alive. He would have enjoyed the moment more if camera flashes didn’t pull him back to reality.
“Over there!” Voices shouted. “I see them!”
Flashlights flickered between flashes, threatening the life he finally appreciated.
Izzy’s voice surfed the waves to him, exposing her hiding spot under a dock. Gunner swam across the wavy river, ducking under the short dock to join her. Hardly enough space allowed room for only their heads to bob above the water’s surface.
Gripping the docks edge with one hand, he scrubbed his free hand over his face, rubbing the water away from his eyes to focus on the dim lights from across the river. The beams hardly touched the middle of the river, so they were safe under the wood slats hiding them. The disappointed voices carried across the water until he heard them give up and head back to camp.
“That was close,” Izzy whispered, both hands also latched on the dock’s edge. Her heavy breathing changed into hysterical laughter. “That was the closest I’ve ever been to getting caught and I’ve been doing this since high school. Figures the first time I don’t bring Abby and I’m almost busted.”
“Doing what exactly?” He heard the hard edge of his tone and felt the tremor of fear pulse through his body. Living alone in the woods hadn’t brought on these levels of stress. He had felt safe there.
Sure, the alarm system around the perimeter helped ease his nerves and, when fear did grip his core, the camera system assured him no one was on the property.
One night out with this woman and his obituary picture had almost been snapped. He wanted—no needed—an explanation.
“I’ll explain when we’re out of the water.”
When one of her hands left the dock, he tightly gripped her wrist stopping her. “You’ll explain now,” he growled.
She shot a quick glance at where his fingers coiled around her wrist before replying. “Threats don’t scare me.” Strength and independence ruminated in her tone. “You want an explanation, try again.” Izzy tugged her hand, but he held the grip.
“Let’s get something straight, right now. I don’t do pictures.”
“You don’t do pictures?” He could hear the layer of mockery under the layers of her annoyance.
“No. You want to drag me on some stupid adventure that gives you some measly thrill in your spoiled life, don’t expect me to smile for a camera, understood?”
“Oh my gosh, I didn’t want you to come. I didn’t invite you. Stop blaming me because you didn’t get the facts before jumping into my canoe.”
“Your stolen canoe.”
“I planned to return it, not that any of this is any of your business.”
“Don’t push me, woman.”
“Push, push, push,” Izzy snickered. “Maybe you can boss around the women back home like this. Do this and don’t do that. Let’s have sex and then no sex. But I am not one of those women.”
Gunner couldn’t pinpoint what sparked his next move. The rush of the chase, remembering how her lips felt against his, or discovering his longing to stay under the surface of the water had vanished. Whatever the trigger, it launched him to pull Izzy close and continue kissing her where they’d left off. He felt alive—because of her—and, truthfully, he didn’t want the moment to end.
Her moistened lips reciprocated the kiss, encouraging him to advance his tongue past the seam of her lips. Dipping inside her mouth, he flavoured all the warm areas she offered. Hot and hard kisses stole the night. When her free arm snaked around his neck, he let go of her wrist, giving both arms access to firmly mold their wet bodies together. Her legs wrapped around his middle, bobbing in the water like one. He felt her long fingers dig through his hair, heard a moan ride up her throat when his hand moved under her shirt and as his flesh trailed her spine.
He hadn’t planned anything further than ravaging her mouth like high school kids hiding under the bleachers. Izzy pulled away first, looking damn sexy. Breathless, a glaze over her eyes, and strands of her damp hair clinging to her face. When her legs slid away, he wanted to gather them back up and own her mouth again. He might have, too, but before he knew what was happening, her open palm sent shocks of pain through his cheek.
“That wasn’t code for sex you…you…Italian goon,” she shouted at him.
Gunner cursed, flexing his jaw and rubbing his cheek. “I didn’t hear you complaining, popsicle.” His smart-alecky remark only further pissed her off.
“Consider this my complaint.”
“You were practically pulling my pants off.”
“You’re a pig.”
“When I’m this hot for you, your insults are a turn on.”
She shoved his chest before dunking under the water, and disappearing below the soft waves they’d made.

Gunner closed his eyes momentarily before following her, deeply inhaling and obtaining control over his body’s reaction to her touch. And not only her touch, but the way she made him feel…alive.


Shannyn Leah -Contemporary and Romance Author



Posted by at No comments:
Labels: , , , , ,
Subscribe to: Posts (Atom)