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Wednesday, 25 February 2026

Book Blitz & Giveaway: Rhythm and Design [Rhythm and Design 01] by Long Temple!


Excerpt!

   Claire adjusted the delicate strap of her silver gown, her fingers brushing the smooth satin as laughter and music drifted through the warm summer air. The garden shimmered beneath strands of soft white lights, each glow reflecting off crystal glasses and polished silver like tiny promises suspended in time.
   Tonight was meant to be simple — a celebration, a farewell, a graceful closing of one chapter before she stepped into the life she had so carefully designed.
   But life, she was learning, rarely followed clean lines.
   She felt it before she saw him — a subtle shift in the atmosphere, like the hush that falls just before the first note of a song.
   Oliver Graham stood near the stage, tall and steady, dressed in black that seemed to absorb the light around him. He carried himself with an ease that wasn’t practiced, just lived — the quiet confidence of a man who had known both applause and solitude, who understood the weight of purpose even in celebration.
   Claire’s breath caught, surprising her.
   It had been years, yet something about him felt familiar, like a melody she’d heard long ago but never fully released.
   As if sensing her gaze, Oliver turned. Their eyes met across the veranda, and the world seemed to narrow to that single moment — music fading, conversations dissolving into a distant hum.
   He didn’t smile right away. He simply looked at her, as though taking in the woman she had become, measuring something deeper than appearance.
   Then came the slow curve of a knowing smile.
   Heat crept up Claire’s neck, and she looked away, steadying herself with a sip of champagne that suddenly felt warmer than it should.
   Moments later, his voice — smooth and rich — settled beside her like velvet.
   “You’ve grown into everything they said you would,” he said softly. “Your parents couldn’t stop talking about you. Yale. Full scholarship. Future architect of the century.”
   Claire laughed lightly, surprised by the warmth in his tone. “They said all that?”
   “They should’ve said more,” he replied. “Yale’s lucky to have you.”
   Something in her chest softened — a quiet recognition she hadn’t expected, like a door opening somewhere deep within her carefully guarded heart.
   The music shifted, laughter swelling around them, but Claire felt as though she were standing inside a pocket of stillness.
   “And you?” she asked. “Still changing the world one song at a time?”
   Oliver smiled, a hint of humility softening his features. “Trying to. Mostly just trying to stay honest.”
   Honest. The word lingered between them like a promise neither had spoken aloud.
   When Oliver later stepped onto the stage, the crowd quieted instinctively, drawn to the calm gravity he carried. He adjusted the microphone, glanced toward Claire, and said, “I wrote this for tonight. It’s called Beyond the Horizon.”
   The first notes drifted into the night like a prayer — tender guitar, soft percussion, a melody that seemed to breathe with its own quiet life.
   Claire stood still as the lyrics wrapped around her, each word reflecting pieces of her journey — the late nights bent over drafting tables, the silent prayers whispered into the dark when doubt tried to settle in, the relentless pull toward something greater than comfort.
   The road is wide, but your steps are sure, drawn to purpose, built to endure…
   Her fingers tightened slightly around her glass as emotion rose unexpectedly, catching in her throat. She had spent so many years building strength, focusing forward, refusing distraction — yet here she was, undone by a song that seemed to see her more clearly than she saw herself.
   Oliver’s voice carried warmth and depth, every note grounded in sincerity. When their eyes met mid-song, something unspoken passed between them — not a spark, but a steady flame, quiet and certain.
   By the final note, silence lingered for a breath before applause rose like a wave across the garden. Claire barely heard it. Her hand rested lightly against her chest, as if holding something fragile and new.
   Later, when the music shifted into a softer groove and guests drifted toward the dance floor, Oliver found her again near the edge of the veranda.
   “You okay?” he asked gently.
   Claire nodded, a small smile touching her lips. “I am now.”
   They stood close, not touching, yet aware of each other in a way that felt both new and strangely familiar.
   “I’m heading to New Haven tomorrow,” she said quietly. “Three weeks early. I want time to settle in… start fresh.”
   Oliver’s expression softened, admiration flickering in his eyes. “That sounds exactly like you. Always building the next chapter before anyone else even sees the blueprint.”
   She laughed softly. “You expected anything less?”
   “Not a chance,” he said. “You’re building your future with intention. That’s rare.”
   The music swelled around them, couples swaying beneath the lights, laughter rising into the warm night air.
   For a moment, neither spoke. The silence wasn’t awkward — it felt full, like a pause meant to be savored.
   “Don’t disappear on me,” Oliver said finally, a hint of playfulness in his tone.
   Claire raised an eyebrow. “I’m going to Yale, not Mars.”
   He laughed, then handed her his phone. “Still. Just in case I feel like sending musical inspiration.”
   She entered her number, her fingers brushing his briefly, a small spark of awareness passing between them.
   As he stepped back into the crowd, Claire watched him go, the night humming with possibility.
   For the first time since she began mapping out her future, she allowed herself to consider that maybe life wasn’t only about structure and certainty.
   Maybe it was also about rhythm.
   About unexpected harmonies.
   About moments that couldn’t be planned — only felt.
   And as she looked up at the stars scattered across the velvet sky, Claire felt something shift quietly inside her.
   The future she was building suddenly felt wider.
   Not just a design.
   But a song.

A soulful architect. A gospel-rooted musician. A love built to last.
Rhythm and Design: A Platinum Chocolate Romance is a powerful story of purpose, passion, and divine timing.

Claire Baldwin is used to building beauty from structure—dreaming in blueprints, raised among silver spoons and Ivy League expectations. Focused, brilliant, and untouchable, love was never part of the plan. Until one almost-mistake in her youth taught her the price of giving too much to someone who offered too little.

Oliver Jamison Graham, the son of a revered pastor, walked away from the pulpit and into the chaos of the music industry. Between neon stages and lonely hotel rooms, he searched for something sacred—something real. Music filled his nights, but his faith kept whispering him home.

When Claire and Oliver’s paths collide again, it isn’t just chemistry—it’s destiny. But building a life together means facing the unspoken: the pasts they’ve tucked away, the faith they’re still figuring out, and the families who’ve prayed them into purpose.

Together, they’ll navigate ambition, intimacy, trust, and spiritual alignment in a romance steeped in grace, humor, and honest love. Can two people from different rhythms create a design strong enough to stand?


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Author bio:

LongTemple is a contemporary Black romance author and visual storyteller whose work is rooted in emotional truth, spiritual reflection, and the resilience of love shaped by lived experience. Her stories explore pain, struggle, faith, healing, and the quiet triumph of choosing connection again—especially later in life, when love carries history and meaning.

Born and raised on New York City’s vibrant Lower East Side, LongTemple writes with a voice shaped by culture, memory, and survival. Her storytelling carries a musical cadence—sometimes aching, sometimes soaring—always grounded in honesty and soul. She centers grown, layered characters who confront grief, betrayal, forgiveness, and hope, and who discover that love, when chosen with intention, can still be transformative.

She is the creator of the Platinum Chocolate Romance Universe, a body of interconnected contemporary romance and women’s fiction that celebrates mature Black love and second chances. Each novel is paired with a companion adult-themed line art coloring book, offering readers a reflective, immersive experience that extends the story beyond the page and invites creative engagement alongside emotional connection.

Tuesday, 24 February 2026

Release Day Blitz: Marcus [Nightfall Daddies 01] by Pepper North & Robin North!

Yield to the allure of Nightfall, the city’s shadowy gathering spot for the chosen.

Dare to receive a glowing white or blood moon stamp that reappears mysteriously to grant entry to the hottest club in town. Warning: The owners are ruthless as they hunt for their mates. And they're hungry.

Shivery, scary thoughts rock Carina the moment she locks eyes with Nightfall’s head of security. Danger oozes from his green eyes and scarred bulk. Something about this massively built guy makes him irresistible. Surely he’s not interested in a completely average finance specialist. How can he speak in her mind and read her secret desires?

Marcus survived hundreds of rivals in the coliseum. Violence courses through his veins. Now part of a powerful clan, his mission is to protect Nightfall's purpose and all those who gain entry to the club. No one knows the vampires’ presence here has a secret goal. When the notice comes on opening night, he will do anything to keep his special Little safe.


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Author bios:

Ever just gone for it? That's what three time USA Today Bestselling Author Pepper North did in 2017 when she posted a book for sale on Amazon without telling anyone. Thanks to her amazing fans, the support of the writing community, Mr. North, and a killer schedule, she has now written more than 160 books!
Enjoy contemporary, paranormal, dark, and erotic romances that are both sweet and steamy? Pepper will convert you into one of her loyal readers. What's coming in the future? A Daddypalooza!


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Ever thought about writing a book? The process is a bit easier when you’re married to a USA TODAY Bestselling Author!

Mr. North is well known behind the scenes and at book conferences as Pepper North’s assistant. Now they’re taking things another step further and collaborating on a dark and steamy series.

Enjoy these sizzling romances with a Little more… bite!

Sunday, 22 February 2026

Blog Tour & Giveaway: Primal Destiny by Dania Voss!


Excerpt!

   “And saving the best for last,” Fabrizio said, brows waggling, “Models Grace Mills and Amy Gray, and actress Paulina Brzezinski have agreed to be featured.”
   Tessa rolled her eyes and continued taking notes, not saying a word.
   “Problem, mate? Or rather, Tessa?”
   Tessa’s irritation with Dario reignited. If she was smart, she’d keep her opinions to herself and her mouth shut. The challenge and arrogance in Dario’s gleaming blue eyes spurred Tessa on.
   “Yes actually, since you asked. I have to wonder why the company hasn’t created a women’s edition. It’s the 21st century. Sophisticated, contemporary women are interested in similar topics the men’s edition features. From a different perspective, but still. And women consider men’s bodies beautiful. Who among the ladies in this room wouldn’t mind admiring someone like Eric Nelson at least shirtless?”
   Maya and a few other women in the room, including Legra all smiled in agreement, nodding enthusiastically.
   Tessa couldn’t discern what Dario might have been thinking, but she wasn’t through. “It seems rather sexist to me considering women are over fifty percent of the population and seventy percent of the electorate in the U.S. Why not parlay the success and expand the brand of The Fundamental Gentleman to The Fundamental Woman?”
   Tessa knew she was out of line, but Dario got on her nerves and played havoc with her emotions. It could be a “mate thing” or a “man thing” or a “Dario’s a cocky jerk thing” – she wasn’t sure which, but there it was. And there they were.
   No one said a word, presumably waiting on Dario’s response to Tessa’s outburst.
   He was going to fire her for sure.
   How was Tessa going to explain that to Emelia?
   Damn Dario and her big mouth.
   Dario’s gaze turned fierce and possessive. “Tell me. Do you find my body beautiful?”
   Tessa felt a flush slowly creep across her cheeks and squirmed in her chair. Of course she did. She’d dreamed about him and his beautiful body since Halloween night. The most sexy, erotic dreams she’d ever had. Not that she would admit it to him, especially in a room full of virtual strangers.
   “God, they’re so cute.” Tessa heard Fabrizio whisper a little too loudly.
   “You’re hopeless. Out of everything I just said – your takeaway is fishing for a compliment about your body?”
   “Question answered. In the affirmative.” Dario’s chuckle served to piss Tessa off even more.

The secret is out. Shifters exist and live among humans.

Humans fall into two camps: Those who consider shifters monsters but manage to co-exist with them, and those who want to get close to them, relishing their power.

Tessa Cooper, a single mother devoted to her three-year-old daughter, is firmly in the first camp, doing her best to keep her biases to herself. But one look at Dario Kingston Renzetti, a wealthy lion shifter, and she senses her life will never be the same.

The moment Dario sees Tessa in his bar, he knows he’s found his fated mate – age difference be damned. Learning she wants nothing to do with shifters – especially romantically – is another matter altogether. But nobody said he wasn’t determined.

Can Dario’s persistence convince Tessa he’s not hiding dark secrets that would reinforce her opinion of shifters, or will she deny them their primal destiny?


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Author bio:

Int’l bestseller and award-winning author Dania Voss writes compelling, sexy romance with personality, heat, and heart. Born in Rome, Italy and raised in Chicagoland, she creates stories with authentic, engaging characters. She loves anything pink and is a huge fan of 80s hair bands.

A favorite with romance readers, her debut novel “On the Ropes,” the first in her Windy City Nights series, became an international bestseller. Dania’s books have won multiple awards, and her work has been highlighted on NBC, ABC, CBS, and FOX. She has been featured in the Chicago Tribune, Southern Writers Magazine, and Chicago Entrepreneurs Magazine (selected as the #8 Top Chicago Author in 2021).

When she’s not writing, you can find Dania at a sporting event, a rock concert, or the movies (preferably a comedy).



Saturday, 21 February 2026

Book Blitz: Always Falling Behind [Dazed and Confused 01] by Beth Gelman!


Never hitch a ride with a stranger…unless he’s hot.

I’m Abigail Farnsworth-Burton. ADHD’er extraordinaire. Aspiring artist of mediums I’m not practiced in and chef of meals I’ve never eaten. And now, heiress. Basically, it means I now own more assets than I can wrap my head — and my limited organizational capacity — around.

So, of course, my car breaks down 400 miles shy of my new mansion. And, of course, the only guy offering a ride looks intimidating as hell…until he opens his mouth. I didn’t care that he tripped over his words every time he spoke to me. I figured if he were a real killer, he’d be smoother in his script. Bad guys are never this hot…right?

And Elias McGinnis is anything but scripted — unlike the voice in my head that seems intent on my eventual downfall.

My one saving grace is my new friend, Amy the Great. She always knows exactly how to get things done. Too bad she’s a chicken.

But old money attracts new enemies, and focusing on anything is impossible with my sexy live-in mechanic. If I only had a plan – and some actual cash. Oh, and a car.


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Author bio:

Sassy Beth Gelman is a #1 Amazon Best-Selling Author (Eight Crazy One Night Stands) who loves to pull your heartstrings, get you riled up, and deliver it all in epic comedic realism. In 2025, Never Getting Ahead won two first-place awards at The Bookfest Awards in Romantic Comedy and Multicultural Romance. She has earned honorable mentions at the 2024 Bookfest Awards and Readerviews.com for Always Falling Behind.

Beth brings the steam in her contemporary romances about women who speak up, take what's theirs, and embrace their wild side. Authentic, resilient, loyal, and spiritual, she’s not afraid to learn, fail, speak her mind, or try new things. More importantly, she loves her husband, twins, and all the dogs in the world!

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Thursday, 19 February 2026

Book Blitz & Giveaway: Flight by L Theodoora!


Excerpt!

   It burns.
   Wisps of smoke fill my mouth as I struggle to inhale, grasping the edges of my lungs until I let out a violent cough. I grope around the charred floor, unable to see, until my fingers brush his warm skin. Asher.
   I force my eyes open, the thick smoke clouding them with hot tears. Asher lies beside me, sprawled across the crackling wooden floor. His eyes are dark, as though they’re filled with liquid black ink. He pulses, his jaw clenching as ebony wings slowly, painfully, rupture from his back, tearing through his skin. I reach my hand to grip his arm, avoiding the scattered debris.
   “Ash?”
   The flames lick up the walls around us to quell their hunger. Asher flinches when he sees me, slowly backing away as though I’m a stranger. Shit. The drugs have started working, which means I’m going to forget him, too. I wipe thick sweat from my face, crawling toward him and clutching his shirt tightly. If he moves, I’ll move with him. It’s dangerous, but I can’t let him go.
   Not yet.
   “Asher! It’s me!” I shout. “It’s Piper. Please. You know me.” I ignore the threat of his razor-sharp talons and wrap my arms around his wiry body. His scent, a mix of crisp cedar and musk, lets me cling to previous moments of us: his hands on my body, his lips caressing mine, staring at the stars and talking about the universe, our bodies flying high above ground. Moments I can’t forget.
   “Please,” I whisper fiercely, “please remember me.” His body trembles, but he fights through it, stopping himself from tossing me aside. Just for a moment, his eyes fade back to their natural light blue, and he grabs my shirt forcefully. He buries his face into my neck like he’s breathing me in for the last time, and we cling to each other as the beams of the building crackle and come apart, sending showers of sparks raining around us.
   “Piper,” he whispers. He pushes me back to arm’s length, grunting as he struggles to stay with me. Something stronger, something darker is trying to pull him under, and there’s only so long until he falls into its depths. It won’t be long now.
   “Yes?” I reply, gripping his arms so tight I might leave bruises. I can’t lose him here. I won’t accept that this is the end. I look into his eyes, searching for a sign that he’s still my Asher.
   That he’s not just some monster.
   “I’ll find you again when this is all over,” he says, tracing his fingers over my temples.
   “But how? You won’t recognize me, and I won’t recognize you. We’ll be strangers,” I murmur.
   His eyes flash with an angry determination. “I would know you, Piper Madden, anywhere, any time of my life. They can try to force you away from me, but I’m not done fighting back. For the first time in my life, I’m actually fighting for something. I will find you,” he says.
   We’re rocked backward as the wall explodes from pressure. He holds me tightly to keep me balanced, using his wings for leverage. Gunshots ring out in the distance, and I know it’s only a matter of time before they infiltrate and retrieve us. People I should have been able to trust. It hurts now knowing I never could.
   Finally, I can feel the siren’s song of the drug pulling me into its shallow haze. Warmth floods my body as my memories are dragged just out of reach. I try to cling to them, but they drift away like petals in the wind. Asher grunts and rolls away from me, grasping his head with his hands, and his wings begin to tremble.
   I look around, my head on a swivel as I struggle to stay present. How did we get here?
   The moments leading up to this one drop like they’re falling down a staircase one by one.
   “Asher!” I shout again, trying to bring him back to me for a little while longer. He pants heavily, willing himself to stand and remain conscious. I want to keep fighting, but I can feel my strength fading. The futility of it all wraps itself around my bones, leeching all hope. This is it.
   “Promise me you’ll find me,” I whisper into Asher’s chest. Even though he’s in agony, he strokes my hair, rubs his thumb along my cheek, presses his lips against my neck.
   “I promise,” he whispers, over and over, like a mantra. “I promise, I promise, I promise.”

Piper Madden used to be an Ace Harpy Hunter, but after the death of her brother, she’ll do anything to leave that life behind. She flees to the fringe underground zone called the Rift to live out her exile on her own terms.

But the authoritarian Elder Corporation isn’t about to let one of their best assets slip through the cracks. Piper is drawn back into the fray on a contract basis to combat a rising Harpy insurgence. As she struggles through her grief, she’s caught between her old life in Central and her new, confusing existence in the Rift.

With the president of Elder Corp asking Piper to spy on his sister, navigating the surprisingly passive strategies of the Rift, and a strange friendship with the mysterious Asher, Piper’s days are filled with more questions than answers.

Then, a chance encounter leaves Piper privy to a dangerous resistance plot, and as she and Asher team up in an effort to unravel the truth, the secrets they uncover beneath the ancient walls of the dead city will spark their world into a grand-scale war.


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Author bio:

Theo is an author, screenwriter, and game designer from Northern Ontario.

She writes achingly romantic stories about complicated characters, often pulling from dark or strange places.

She has a passion for the ritual of writing, and for helping others achieve their writing goals through process and StoryCraft.

Monday, 16 February 2026

Blog Tour & Giveaway: The Rescuer [Fall River 03] by G.K. Brady!


Excerpt!

   The urge to giggle had everything to do with nerves and nothing to do with how he looked. No, nothing about his physique was giggle-worthy. If Neve could have crafted the perfect male specimen, he would have looked exactly like Reece. A sculpted torso that started at wide shoulders and tapered to a trim waist, like a V, above a perfectly square butt. Smooth, tan skin.
   His back was to her, so she couldn’t assess the man package, but judging by the way it had felt against her in bed, he wasn’t lacking in that department either.
   He came to a stop and glanced over his shoulder. “You’re staring.”
   She swallowed a yelp.
   A slow grin spread over his face—at least the side she could see in profile. “You know what they say. You see mine, I see yours.”
   “That’s so childish!” she spluttered. “Besides, you’ve already seen it, and so have I.”
   “We were five years old, Neve. I think things have changed since then.”
   Details.
   She brushed at something tickling her shoulder and looked up. “They have robes in here. His and hers, judging by the sizes.”
   “Good because I can’t find a single stitch. Throw one out, would you?”
   Hoisting herself to her feet, she slid the smaller robe from its hanger and quickly pulled it on before handing him the other one through the closet door.
   “Thanks.” Fabric rustled. “As much fun as it is talking to you through a closet door, I think it’d be much easier if you came out.”
   “Are you decent?”
   “Always.”
   She opened the door and stepped out—and tried not to laugh, especially given the seriousness of their dilemma. The robe hit him at the knees, and the sleeves were halfway up his forearms.
   “We need to figure this out,” they both said at the same time.
   “Maybe there are some clues in here.” Reece loped toward their adjoining doors, which stood wide open, but before she could follow, he let out a strangled sort of noise from his bedroom.
   “What is it?” She hurried through the doorway.
   “Found our clothes.”
   His bed looked as though a herd of elephants had tap-danced on it. Scattered around said bed were various bits of his and her wedding outfits. Her panties lay in a crumpled heap beside his boxers, and her matching strapless bra hung over a chair that sat cockeyed to the desk. On the nightstand stood two empty champagne bottles, along with a half-dozen martini glasses, also empty.
   She gasped and tried not to hurl.
   He held up his hands. “Don’t panic.” Traipsing over to the desk, he switched on the lamp and picked up a piece of paper. A groan punched from his lungs.
   “What? What is it?”
   He locked gazes with her. “You can panic now.”
   A mere beat passed, and she was by his side, gawking at what he held in his hands. Her already-unsettled stomach plummeted to her toes. “That’s … that’s …”
   “A marriage license. Yeah.”
   “It’s got to be a joke. Are those our real names?”
   “Looks like.”
   He plucked up what looked like a receipt and whipped his head toward her. His eyes dipped to her hand. “Holy Mother of …”
   She followed his gaze, and her mouth swung open.
   He pointed at her hand. “That is not fake.”
   On her left ring finger was a big-ass diamond and a matching band.
   Now she darted her eyes to his left hand. “Uh, you seem to be wearing what looks like the man version of mine. These must be fake! Right?”
   “Don’t think so.” He held up the receipt.
   She covered her mouth to hold back a choked cry. “Is that a six? With four zeros after it?”
   “No, that’s an eight.” He rubbed his forehead with his free hand. “Damn! I bought these!”
   She inspected the ring, which was almost too big for her small finger. “It is beautiful.”
   “I have great taste. Did you have a say in it, or did I just … buy it?”
   She blinked. “You’re asking me?”
   “You were there, weren’t you?”
   “Yeah, I was there, but I was as drunk as you, and everything’s a black hole.”
   Dear God, what had they done?

She’s moving on. He’s running out of time. One reckless night changes everything.

Reece Hunnicutt has spent his life coming to the rescue—whether it’s pulling climbers off treacherous mountain faces or volunteering to string the town’s Christmas lights. But after walking away from the elite search and rescue squad that gave him purpose, Reece is a man untethered, without a landing pad and dodging questions about his future. The one constant in his life? His quiet dedication to his small mountain town and his brothers who have no idea he’s about to embark on a new future that will take him to the other side of the continent.

Town veterinarian Neve Embry has been nursing a one-sided love for Reece since childhood. But she’s done waiting for him to see her as more than a kid sister who needs his protection. Between juggling a struggling clinic and starting up an exciting new relationship with a charming billionaire resort owner, Neve is determined to move on. Sparks might not fly with her new beau, but at least her heart isn’t on the line.

Until one impulsive night in Vegas changes everything.

Waking up married to Reece is the last thing Neve expects—or wants. But when her clinic is vandalized and her life upended, Reece insists on sticking around until the culprit is caught. Forced to live under the same roof, their shaky alliance begins to crack under the weight of their undeniable chemistry.

As danger closes in and secrets come to light, Reece and Neve must confront the truth about their desires—and decide whether this love can be rescued.


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Author bio:

Since childhood, all sorts of stories and characters have lived in G.K. Brady’s imagination, elbowing one another for attention, so she’s finally giving them their voice on the written page.

An award-winning writer of contemporary romance, she loves telling tales of the less-than-perfect hero or heroine who transforms with each turn of a page. She also writes historical fiction under the pen name Griffin Brady.

G.K. is a wife and the proud mom of three grown sons. When she’s not writing, she might be reading, traveling, drinking wine, listening to music, or gardening—sometimes all at once! She currently resides in Colorado with her very patient husband.



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Sunday, 15 February 2026

Blog Tour & Giveaway: Levi [Loving a Lancaster 03] by Stacy Eaton!


Levi Lancaster is the youngest of the family, and while not as classy and outgoing as his older siblings, he works hard for his own HVAC company.

When a major snowstorm hits Lake Tahoe, Levi is enlisted to do a favor and finds himself quite taken with Diane Hampton. He’s heard of her through his sister, Luna, and Luna’s boyfriend, Trace, but he has never had the chance to meet them.

Diane loves her new life in Lake Tahoe, but she is not a fan of driving in the snow. When Levi comes to help her out, Diane may find herself finally ready to move on after the loss of her fiancée five years ago.

Life is about to change for these two, but will it be for the better?


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Author bio:

Stacy Eaton is a USA Today Bestselling author and began her writing career in October of 2010. Stacy took early retirement from law enforcement after over fifteen years of service in 2016 due to a second serious concussion. Her last three years on the job were in investigations and crime scene investigation. She now writes full-time.

Stacy resides in southeastern Pennsylvania with her husband, who works in law enforcement. She has a daughter in college and a son who is currently serving in the United States Navy.

Stacy writes a variety of genres, but mostly romance. She enjoys writing real-life stories that people can relate to with real-life problems, emotions, and solutions.

Her favorites: Classic cars, photography, Disney, music, coffee, and her favorite sweatshirt that says, You are dangerously close to getting killed in my next novel.