tag:dreamwidth.org,2017-04-08:2959973lilysreviewslilysreviewslilysreviews2019-02-10T08:42:13Ztag:dreamwidth.org,2017-04-08:2959973:36770One Tough Cowboy Excerpt2019-02-10T08:32:13Z2019-02-10T08:42:13Zpublic0<center><a href="https://lilysreviews.dreamwidth.org/file/16539.jpg"><img src="https://lilysreviews.dreamwidth.org/file/640x640/16539.jpg" alt="" title="" /></a></center><br /><br />Lily's Reviews is hosting an excerpt of <i>One Tough Cowboy</i> by Lora Leigh and Veronica Chadwick!<br /><br /><b>Excerpt:</b><br /><br />Always the gentleman.<br /><br />He hadn’t changed much. He seemed bigger, his shoulders broader. His signature thick, black hair was cut in a shorter style. As he got closer, Samantha noticed his face had changed quite a bit. Any boyish softness he’d once had was all gone and had been replaced with hard planes and angles, except for his full, well-defined lips. There were fine laugh lines fanning out from the corners of his steel gray eyes. Those eyes were more intense, hard. The easy laughter that lit them when he was younger seemed to be gone.<br /><br />“Ms. Bell.” He nodded in greeting to the diminutive lady.<br /><br />“Good of you to come by, Sheriff. Little Samantha is handlin’ all this by herself.” She winked and patted his arm. “She could use a little help, I’m thinkin’.” <br /><br />Samantha wanted to walk away. She also wanted to throw her arms around Hunter and hold on for dear life. Not just because he still made her heart pound, but because he was a part of her life she thought she’d lost. She wanted to hold on to a stable, warm part of her past where she was happy and safe. Seeing him again brought those memories and emotions all rushing back.<br /><br />“Hey, Sam.” The smooth, deep bass of his voice was quiet and soothing.<br /><br />“Hey, Hunter.” His name left her lips with more composure than she felt.<br /><br />“I’m sorry I couldn’t make it to the funeral, but I wanted to come by to extend my condolences, and to see how you’re doin’.” He stepped closer and rubbed her bare upper arm. “You holdin’ up okay?” His hand, a bit rough and callused from real work, was warm, reassuring.<br /><br />She crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m okay, Hunter, thank you.” She cleared her throat. “Everyone brought food. The dining room table is overflowing. Help yourself.”<br /><br />He followed her through the living room to the dining room. She turned and almost jumped back. He was standing inches away, looking down at her. His brows furrowed, his gaze sharply assessing her. He smelled incredible, and he stood so close she could feel the heat from his body.<br /><br />She opened her mouth to say something but forgot what she wanted to say. She must look completely ignorant gaping up at him like that.<br /><br />“Are you sure you’re all right?” Sympathy and concern shadowed his expression, softening the harsher lines of his face.<br /><br />“It’s been a long day. I’m fine, really.” She was a basket case, and not just because of her aunt’s death.<br /><br />Hunter gave her a gentle smile and pulled out a chair. “No doubt. Sit and talk to me for a while. I haven’t seen you in what? Ten years?”<br /><br />Samantha welcomed the chance to get off her feet and get away from the crowd for a bit. “Yeah, about ten years, I think.”<br /><br />He pulled out the chair beside her, turned it toward her, and sat, staring at her solemnly. “I’m real sorry about Dottie.”<br /><br />“Me too.” She looked into his eyes, assessing whether she could or should continue. “I really didn’t get enough time with her. I’ll always regret that.”<br /><br />Hunter shook his head. “Sam, you know Dottie thought the world of you. She knew you loved her and she loved you.”<br /><br />Had she? Samantha couldn’t help but question the observation. School, her career, and far too many emotions had seemed to always get in the way of returning to Deerhaven.<br /><br />“Yes, I know, but I look around at these people and think of how some of them probably knew her even better than I did, her own niece.” Samantha frowned and gestured toward a blue-haired woman sitting on the couch sobbing, clutching another woman’s hand. “Mrs. Holt is devastated.”<br /><br />She obviously had not talked to her aunt on the phone enough either, because Dottie had never mentioned the other woman.<br /><br />A small smile touched Hunter’s far-too-sensual lips as he lowered his head and leaned closer. “Sam, Irene Holt never even met Dottie. She attends any and all funerals and wails and carries on like that at every one of ’em.” Amusement touching his gaze.<br /><br />Samantha looked at him incredulously until he raised his hand and said, “Hand to God. Every one of ’em.”<br /><br />“Wow.” No wonder her aunt Dottie had never mentioned the other woman.<br /><br />“Yep.” Hunter’s smile broadened. “As for the rest of them, they’re just being neighborly or nosy. Most of ’em still remember your family and you. You were pretty hard to forget . . . Pixie Pest.” His brows lifted playfully. Teasingly.<br /><br />Samantha narrowed her eyes. “Ugh. That nickname. I don’t know which is worse, that or Sami Jo.”<br /><br />She protested it. Just as she always had. That flare of warmth she felt whenever it passed his lips was still there, though.<br /><br />“You earned it.”<br /><br />“Psh, whatever.” She’d actually worked at it at the time.<br /><br />Hunter chuckled and she nearly sighed. Lord, she’d missed his laugh, his smile, even the way he’d tease her. She’d missed him.<br /><br />“Aw, you know I was always fond of you, Pixie. You were a great kid, even if you were a pest that was constantly following me around and giving my girlfriends hell.”<br /><br />She had been such a tomboy with wild, young girl fantasies of being swept off her feet by the cutest boy in Deerhaven, or the whole wide world, for that matter. He’d called her his Pixie Pest whenever he’d seen her and tugged at her long, tangled hair.<br /><br />“I’m not a kid anymore.” She held his gaze and couldn’t imagine how she’d gotten so bold.<br /><br />Hunter’s gaze traveled over her body, a single black brow arching slowly in acknowledgment. “I’ve noticed. I’m trying really hard to remember what a pain in the ass you used to be.”<br /><br />Samantha lifted a brow. “I can still be a pain in the ass.”<br /><br />“I bet you can.” The look in his eyes was making her feel way too hot, way too needy.<br /><br />She didn’t want to go there. Not now. After Tom Novak, the very last thing she needed was another relationship. Besides all that, she was here to get answers, not to get laid.<br /><br />Clearing her throat again, she changed the subject to the one on which she had to keep her focus. “Hunter, what really happened to Aunt Dottie?”<br /><br />His smile faded and his gaze sharpened. “What do you mean?”<br /><br />“Aunt Dottie had a sharp mind. She didn’t overdose accidently, no way in hell would she overdose on purpose. What happened?”<br /><br />Hunter never broke eye contact. “We’re in a cornfield, Sam.”<br /><br />It took her a minute to realize he meant there were too many ears around.<br /><br />“Fine. I’ll ask you this question again later. But, just so you know, I’m not leaving Deerhaven until I get the answer.”<br /><br />Hunter nodded. “Understood.”<br /><br />Samantha stood. “I’m being rude sitting here. I better go mingle. Please, get yourself something to eat and fix a plate to take home.”<br /><br />His lopsided smile gave her pause as he stood and took a plate from the stack. “There’s iced tea in the kitchen. Make yourself at home,” she added warily.<br /><br />With a deep breath, she turned away and walked into the living room. There stood William Henderson, shaking hands with everyone, his practiced smile in place. He wore expensive suits and kept his hair slicked back and combed over to hide his bald spot. He thought himself attractive and carried himself like he was the king of everything.<br /><br /><b>ABOUT ONE TOUGH COWBOY:</b><br /><br /><center><a href="https://lilysreviews.dreamwidth.org/file/17239.jpg"><img src="https://lilysreviews.dreamwidth.org/file/480x480/17239.jpg" alt="" title="" /></a></center><br /><br /><i>First in a brand-new series from #1 New York Times bestselling author Lora Leigh and Veronica Chadwick about one man’s pursuit of justice—and unbridled desire.</i><br /><br />LAW AND ORDER. <br /><br />For as long as Samantha can remember, Hunter—a man as strong as steel, with a heart of gold—has been her hero. It came as no surprise to Samantha when she found out that the ranch-hardened cowboy who always protected her from bullies went on to become the town’s sheriff. What does surprise her is how incredibly hot he still is. And how much she still wants him…<br /><br />PRIDE AND PASSION <br /><br />And, lo and behold, Hunter still has feelings for Samantha. The long-smoldering heat of their innocent flirtation has grown into a full-raging fire. But when tragedy strikes, and their small-town community is shattered, Hunter vows to do everything he can to keep his childhood sweetheart safe. But can Samantha trust that Hunter has her best interests at heart…and that, after all these years, his love is true?<br /><br /><a href="https://us.macmillan.com/books/9781250309488">To buy <i>One Tough Cowboy</i></a><br /><br /><b>About the Authors:</b><br /><a href="https://lilysreviews.dreamwidth.org/file/16322.jpg"><img src="https://lilysreviews.dreamwidth.org/file/600x600/16322.jpg" alt="" title="" align="left" /></a><i>Lora Leigh</i><br />#1 New York Times bestseller Lora Leigh is the author of the Navy SEALS, the Breeds, the Elite Ops, the Callahans, the Bound Hearts, and the Nauti series.<br /><a href="http://www.loraleigh.com">Website</a><br /><a href="https://www.facebook.com/loraleighauthor/">Facebook</a><br /><a href="https://twitter.com/LoraLeigh_1">Twitter</a><br /><br /><a href="https://lilysreviews.dreamwidth.org/file/16763.jpg"><img src="https://lilysreviews.dreamwidth.org/file/320x320/16763.jpg" alt="" title="" align="right" /></a><i>Veronica Chadwick</i><br />Veronica Chadwick started storytelling when she was a little girl. She was first published in 2004. She lives in Tennessee with three cats, a very spoiled Shih Tzu and two grand dogs. When she’s not writing, she’s hanging out with friends, reading or badly playing video games.<br /><a href="https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100009265312755&lst=552973635%3A100009265312755%3A1549786437&sk=timeline">Facebook</a><br /><a href="https://twitter.com/RoniChadwick">Twitter</a><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=lilysreviews&ditemid=36770" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> commentstag:dreamwidth.org,2017-04-08:2959973:34122The Duke I Once Knew by Olivia Drake2018-12-31T09:06:28Z2018-12-31T09:06:28Zpublic0<center><a href="https://lilysreviews.dreamwidth.org/file/12739.png"><img src="https://lilysreviews.dreamwidth.org/file/600x600/12739.png" alt="" title="" /></a></center><br /><br />Today, Lily's Reviews is hosting an excerpt from Olivia Drake's <i>The Duke I Once Knew</i>.<br /><br />First, a little bit about the book:<br /><br /><center><a href="https://lilysreviews.dreamwidth.org/file/12250.jpg"><img src="https://lilysreviews.dreamwidth.org/file/480x480/12250.jpg" alt="" title="" /></a></center><br /><br />Award-winning author Olivia Drake begins her new Unlikely Duchesses series with <i>THE DUKE I ONCE KNEW</i> (St. Martin’s Paperbacks; December 31, 2018). With compelling characters and skillful plot twists, Drake’s latest novel will take your breath away.<br /><br /><b><i>First love is always the sweetest…</i></b><br /><br />For years, Abigail Linton devoted herself to caring for her parents and her siblings’ children. Now, eager to create a life of her own, Abby seizes upon a position as a governess on a neighboring estate. Unfortunately, her absentee employer is Maxwell Bryce, the Duke of Rothwell, the notorious rake who once broke her youthful heart. But since he hasn’t set foot on his estate for fifteen years, Abby assumes she’ll never have to lay eyes on him ever again. <br /><br />Then, from out of nowhere, Max appears. He is stunned to come face to face with the girl next door he fell for years ago—before he went away, and she stopped writing to him … even though Abby swears that he is the one who left her without a word. Could it be that this spirited, witty spinster has won Max’s heart all over again—and that they may have a second chance at love?<br /><br /><a href="https://lilysreviews.dreamwidth.org/file/12534.jpg"><img src="https://lilysreviews.dreamwidth.org/file/320x320/12534.jpg" alt="" title="" align="left" vert="vert" align="left"></a><b>About the Author:</b><br />Olivia Drake is the author of the Cinderella Sisterhood series (Seducing the Heiress, Never Trust a Rogue, Scandal of the Year, If the Slipper Fits, Stroke of Midnight, Abducted by the Prince, Bella and the Beast, His Wicked Wish, and The Scandalous Flirt). She has been a member of Romance Writers of America since 1981, and her novels have won the Golden Heart Award, Best Historical Romantic Suspense and Best Regency Historical from Romantic Times. She has also won the prestigious RITA award. She currently resides in Houston, TX.<br /><br />You can purchase this book <a href="https://us.macmillan.com/books/9781250174376">here</a>.<br /><br /><a href="http://oliviadrake.com/">Author Website</a><br />Author Twitter: <a href="https://twitter.com/OliviaDrake1"><span style='white-space: nowrap;'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png' alt='[profile] ' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /><b>oliviadrake1</b></span></a><br />Author Facebook: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/Olivia-Drake-186133368670/">Olivia Drake</a><br /><br />SMP Romance Twitter: <a href="https://twitter.com/SMPRomance"><span style='white-space: nowrap;'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png' alt='[profile] ' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /><b>smpromance</b></span></a> or <a href="https://twitter.com/heroesnhearts"><span style='white-space: nowrap;'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png' alt='[profile] ' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /><b>heroesnhearts</b></span></a><br />SMP Romance Website: <a href="https://heroesandheartbreakers.com/">Heroes & Heartbreakers</a><br /><br />And, now, for the excerpt:<br /><br />The sounds of cooing and kissing mortified her. Good heavens, would they never stop? Anyone might walk into<br />the library! They ought to have the decency to take their amorous activities upstairs to a bedchamber.<br /><br />But, of course, Rothwell did not possess a shred of decency. It made her cringe to recall that she herself had once fallen prey to his allure.<br /><br />She risked another look over the edge of the table. Her eyes goggled.<br /><br />The duke was delving beneath the hem of his paramour’s gown, sliding his hand up her ankle and out of<br />sight. The ladybird squirmed and squealed in a frisky attempt at evasion. He leaned down and silenced her playful protests with a masterful kiss. <br /><br />Abby sank back down again. Her pulse pounded and a blush heated her inside and out. She oughtn’t be so scandalized. Rothwell had a reputation as a notorious rake. Over the years, she had heard many a tale whispered among the neighbors of his disgraceful doings. Yet it was one thing to listen to idle gossip and quite another to actually witness him in the throes of depravity.<br /><br />And here she was, trapped. What was she to do?<br /><br />If she made her presence known, the duke would find out that Miss Abigail Linton was the new governess. She<br />could not be absolutely certain that he had forgotten her. And if he did remember, he surely would dismiss her on the spot, for he wanted nothing to do with her.<br /><br />Her spirits fell into a fit of the dismals. That would mark the end of her little adventure out into the world. Oh, she could apply for a position elsewhere, but who would hire her if she’d been summarily discharged from her previous post? She would be forced to return to her brother’s house and resume her predictable life as the maiden aunt, growing withered and gray, shuttled between relatives, with no<br />real say in her future.<br /><br />The very thought was suffocating.<br /><br />Nevertheless, she could not continue to crouch here while the two lovers were smooching and whispering.<br />What if their intimate activities escalated? What if they did the deed right here, right now?<br /><br />The horrid prospect spurred Abby to action. She must try to sneak out of the library unobserved. It was her only hope.<br /><br />Dropping to her hands and knees, she crept along the carpet, weaving a path between the tables. Her long skirts hampered her progress, forcing her to inch along at a snail’s pace. Rothwell’s black boots were visible through a forest of chair legs. At least he was too distracted to notice her, judging by the amorous sounds emanating from across the room. To be safe,she made a wide berth around the couple.<br /><br />Feverish plans raced through her head. If only she could reach the door and slip out, then all might be well. Perhaps she could convince Lady Gwendolyn not to mention the new governess to her brother. And what of Lady Hester? Was there a chance that she could be persuaded to bide her tongue, too? Should Abby confess the truth and enlist her help? Was it possible to stay out of sight until he departed the Court?<br /><br />Sweet heaven, how long did he intend to stay?<br /><br />In the midst of her meditations, she couldn’t help overhearing the syrupy drivel of their tête-à-tête.<br /><br />“Your Grace, you are too bold! Such a naughty boy you are!”<br /><br />“I left boyhood behind long ago. Shall I demonstrate?”<br /><br />“Mm, no. You mustn’t . . . ah, yes. Yes!” <br /><br />Abby grimaced under a tide of acute embarrassment. As she crawled closer to the door, she glared in the direction of the lovers. She could just see Rothwell’s legs pressed against a froth of cream skirts. Blast him and his debauchery! He was the worst of rogues, the king of scoundrels. A more wicked man had never been born—!<br /><br />Too caught up in remonstrations to watch where she was going, Abby bumped her hip hard against a mahogany pedestal. A little squeak escaped before she could clap her hand to her mouth. At the same instant, a faint clanking noise drew her attention upward.<br /><br />The globe atop the pedestal wobbled precariously. As she watched in horror, the sphere toppled from its perch and clunked onto the floor, where it rolled straight past the chairs and tables to land at Rothwell’s heels.<br /><br />“What the devil—!”<br /><br />Frozen in concealment, Abby watched wide-eyed through the maze of table legs as his boots shifted around.<br />A large male hand flashed down to stop the spinning of the globe. Any faint hope that he might assume it had<br />fallen of its own accord vanished in a millisecond.<br /><br />Rothwell strode forward, his footfalls sharp and decisive. He came straight to her. To her great consternation, she found herself gazing at the polished black leather of his boots only a few inches away.<br /><br />“Who are you?” he demanded. “What are you doing in here?”<br /><br />Abby raised her chin only slightly, keeping her face averted. It was best that he didn’t gaze fully at her—or hear the normal pitch of her voice lest it trigger his memory. “I’m just a servant,” she whispered, “tending to my duties.”<br /><br />“Speak up!Why did you not make your presence known at once?”<br /><br />His dictatorial tone shredded her better judgment. “I was trying to leave discreetly,” she flared. “It didn’t strike me as wise to interrupt your tryst.” She paused, then added in a more servile tone, “I do beg your pardon, Your Grace.”<br /><br />She felt his gaze boring down like a physical force that threatened to smother her. She wanted badly to look up, to glare into his face and tell him in no uncertain terms exactly what she thought of him.<br /><br />But that would be highly imprudent.<br /><br />With lightning swiftness, he clamped his hands around her upper arms and hauled Abby to her feet. She found<br />herself staring up into a pair of wintry gray eyes set in a face of unabashed masculinity. Although a dissipated life had hardened his expression and etched faint lines on either side of his mouth, he was more disturbingly handsome than ever. He also seemed taller and tougher, his chest broader and his shoulders wider.<br /><br />She hated that he still had the power to make the breath catch in her throat. Worse, she hated that he had the authority to dismiss her with a snap of his arrogant fingers. As she racked her beleaguered brain for a way to convince him not to do so, something flickered in those icy eyes.<br /><br />“Abby?”<br /><br /><b>End of excerpt</b><br /><br />Hope you enjoyed reading the excerpt from <i>The Duke I Once Knew</i> and I hope you will check the book out!<br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=lilysreviews&ditemid=34122" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> commentstag:dreamwidth.org,2017-04-08:2959973:33919One of a Kind Christmas by Lexi Post2018-12-23T08:28:41Z2018-12-23T08:28:41Zpublic0<center><a href="https://lilysreviews.dreamwidth.org/file/8486.jpg"><img src="https://lilysreviews.dreamwidth.org/file/640x640/8486.jpg" alt="" title="" /></a></center><br /><br />Today, Lily's Reviews welcomes Lexi Post. Take it away, Ms. Post!<br /><br />Lexi has a $25 Gift Card to giveaway during the tour. Please use the Rafflecopter below to enter. Remember you may enter every day for your chance to win. You may find the tour locations here <a href="https://goo.gl/sPP5CV">https://goo.gl/sPP5CV</a>.<br /><br />About <i>One of a Kind Christmas</i>:<br /><br /><center><a href="https://lilysreviews.dreamwidth.org/file/9293.jpg"><img src="https://lilysreviews.dreamwidth.org/file/480x480/9293.jpg" alt="" title="" /></a></center><br /><br />For her to love him, he must face a spirit, an archangel…and himself.<br /><br />The spirit of Cameron Douglas has totally screwed-up…again. Now, he has to fix his mess in one night with the help of his best friend and somehow encourage his widow to move on.<br /><br />Holly Douglas is anguished that this is the last Christmas she’ll be visited by her late husband, Cameron. For three years he’s sent her the spirits of Christmas Past, Present, and Future, and they‘ve helped her cope with her loss. But now all that ends, and she doesn’t understand why he must push her away.<br /><br />Ethan Stewart has been in love with Holly since Cameron’s death, but she isolated herself from everyone, including him. Then something changed, and he was welcomed back as her friend. But he wants more— to love her openly, and most of all to make her happy again. Though he loved his best friend like a brother and will do anything for Holly, as he’s pulled into the spirit world, he discovers the price they must pay for their chance at forever…and it just might be too high.<br /><br /><br />Release Day: December 5, 2018<br /><br />Buy Links for <i>One of a Kind Christmas</i>:<br /><br /><a href="https://amzn.to/2TukRfU">Amazon</a><br /><a href="https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/one-of-a-kind-christmas-lexi-post/1129901071?ean=2940161606766">B&N</a><br /><a href="https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/id1442733578">iBooks</a><br /><a href="https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/one-of-a-kind-christmas">Kobo</a><br /><a href="https://www.amazon.co.uk/One-Kind-Christmas-Carol-Book-ebook/dp/B07KK2LFHN/">Amazon UK</a><br /><a href="https://www.amazon.com.au/One-Kind-Christmas-Carol-Book-ebook/dp/B07KK2LFHN/">Amazon AU</a><br /><a href="https://www.amazon.ca/One-Kind-Christmas-Carol-Book-ebook/dp/B07KK2LFHN">Amazon CA</a><br /><br /><b>Excerpt:</b><br /><br /><center><a href="https://lilysreviews.dreamwidth.org/file/8782.jpg"><img src="https://lilysreviews.dreamwidth.org/file/480x480/8782.jpg" alt="" title="" /></a></center><br /><br />He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before opening them. “I miss Cam. It was as if we were two parts of the same soul. I lived vicariously through him even while I worried constantly about him. It was one of the reasons I was constantly warning him to be careful. I was afraid to lose him.”<br /><br />Ethan looked away and rubbed the back of his neck. “And then I did.”<br /><br />She felt as if her heart were breaking all over again, not for her but for Ethan. He was so good to her. He even loved her. And she… “Ethan, I understand.”<br /><br />His gaze returned to hers. Though she couldn’t see his face clearly, the limited light reflected off the sheen in his eyes.<br /><br />She placed her hand on his cheek and rising on her toes brushed her lips across his in a feather-light kiss. She only meant to give comfort, but a spark of something else hit her heart.<br /><br />She remained there, her lips close to his but not touching, wanting more but afraid to ask.<br /><br />Ethan remained absolutely still, his breath mixing with her own.<br /><br />He loved her but would never push her. It wasn’t his nature. She could walk away right now, but to what?<br /><br />Nothing.<br /><br />She stared at his mouth in the dim light. She wanted to live again. She wanted to feel again. Tilting her head, she pressed her lips more firmly against his, moving her hand down his stubbled jaw and behind his neck to pull him closer.<br /><br />Ethan’s lips opened, and she slipped her tongue between them.<br /><br />As his arms came around her, it was like waking from a dream. A slow burn flowed through her veins as he took control of the kiss and explored her mouth with his tongue. It was an unhurried exploration and heat built in her belly. When he pulled back to lick the underside of her top lip, she took her first deep breath. As she exhaled, tingles spread throughout her body.<br /><br />He kissed the corners of her mouth before leaning his forehead against her own. “Ye catch my blood on fire, lass.”<br /><br /><b><i>Other Books in the Series:</i></b><br /><br />A Christmas Carol Book 1, <i>Pleasures of Christmas Past</i> is on sale for only $.99!<br /><br /><i>Pleasures of Christmas Past</i> (A Christmas Carol Book 1) by Post, Lexi<br /><br />Jessica is assigned a hot, Scottish mentor who confuses her heart. But will he protect her soul?<br /><br /><br />Buy Links for <i>Pleasures of Christmas Past</i>:<br /><a href="https://amzn.to/2DxWFDU">Amazon</a><br /><a href="http://bit.ly/1jICy8T">B&N</a><br /><a href="https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/id1026485012">iBooks</a><br /><a href="https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/pleasures-of-christmas-past">Kobo</a><br /><a href="https://www.amazon.com.au/Pleasures-Christmas-Past-Carol-Book-ebook/dp/B013EVYRV4/">Amazon AU</a><br /><a href="https://www.amazon.com.au/Pleasures-Christmas-Past-Carol-Book-ebook/dp/B013EVYRV4/">Amazon CA</a><br /><a href="https://www.amazon.co.uk/Pleasures-Christmas-Past-Carol-Book-ebook/dp/B013EVYRV4">Amazon UK</a><br /><br /><i>Desires of Christmas Present</i> (A Christmas Carol Book 2) by Lexi Post<br />Sometimes not knowing is better…for everyone.<br /><br /><i>Desires of Christmas Present</i> Buy Link: <a href="https://amzn.to/2DxtbpE">Amazon</a><br /><br /><br /><i>Temptations of Christmas Future</i> (A Christmas Carol Book 3) by Lexi Post<br />He set out to prove the future was far worse than she imagined. Now he wished it wasn’t.<br /><br /><i>Temptations of Christmas Future</i> Buy Link: <a href="https://amzn.to/2Q9s71L">Amazon</a><br /><br /><br /><i><b>About the Author</b></i>:<br /><br /><a href="https://lilysreviews.dreamwidth.org/file/9050.jpg"><img src="https://lilysreviews.dreamwidth.org/file/200x200/9050.jpg" alt="" title="" align="left" vert="vert" align="left"></a>Lexi Post is a New York Times and USA Today best-selling author of romance inspired by the classics. She spent years in higher education taking and teaching courses about the classical literature she loved. From Edgar Allan Poe's short story “The Masque of the Red Death” to Tolstoy’s War and Peace, she's read, studied, and taught wonderful classics.<br /><br />But Lexi's first love is romance novels so she married her two first loves, romance and the classics. From hot paranormals to sizzling cowboys to hunks from out of this world, Lexi provides a sensuous experience with a “whole lotta story.”<br /><br />Lexi is living her own happily ever after with her husband and her cat in Florida. She makes her own ice cream every weekend, loves bright colors, and you will never see her without a hat.<br /><br />Lexi's Social Links:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.lexipostbooks.com/">Website</a><br /><a href="https://app.mailerlite.com/webforms/landing/c1w1g3">Lexi Post Updates</a><br /><a href="https://www.facebook.com/lexipostbooks">Facebook</a><br /><a href="https://twitter.com/LexiPost">Twitter</a><br /><a href="https://www.instagram.com/lexipostbooks/">Instagram</a><br /><a href="http://amzn.to/1IEL2cc">Amazon Author Page</a><br /><a href="https://www.bookbub.com/authors/lexi-post">Bookbub</a><br /><a href="http://books2read.com/author/lexi-post/subscribe/1/16171/">D2D</a><br /><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/goodreadscomLexiPost">Goodreads</a><br /><a href="https://www.instagram.com/lexipostbooks/">Instagram</a><br /><a href="http://www.happilyeverafterthoughts.com/">Blog</a><br /><a href="https://www.pinterest.com/lexipost77/">Pinterest</a><br /><a href="mailto:lexi@lexipostbooks.com">lexi@lexipostbooks.com</a><br /><br />Thank you Ms. Post for stopping by Lily's Reviews!<br /><br />Please be sure to check out the Rafflecopter giveaway to be found <a href="http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/801c221b84/">HERE</a><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=lilysreviews&ditemid=33919" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments