Cover Reveal * Whiskey Girl



Title: Whiskey Girl
Author: Adriane Leigh
Genre: Contemporary Romance

Cover Photo: Wander Aguiar

Model: Victorio Piva

Release Date: June 26, 2018


She was
the one thing holding him together. Until she was gone.
And then
there was whiskey.
Fallon Gentry has spent the last decade reliving one dark night in
his head. The moment he lost the woman he loved when a single blink cascaded
into a series of events that stole both of their lives. Now his nights are
spent playing music in southern honky-tonks and nursing the memory of her the
only way he knows how–at the bottom of a whiskey bottle. 
A brief stint in Nashville, a hit song, and a brush with Hollywood
couldn’t bring him closer to God, but when the ghost of Augusta Belle Branson
appears in his corner of another lonely dive bar late after dark, he’s forced
to confront everything he thought he knew about that fateful night, and a few
things he didn’t.
He’s her
contradiction, she’s his salvation.
A firestorm of emotion consumes them when they come together after ten
lost years, every moment more revealing, more unpredictable, more intoxicating
than the next until the only reckoning left for Fallon is the one he must make
with himself. But this time, fate may have left an after-burn too bitter to
swallow. This time, he may lose his whiskey girl for good.
An unforgettable, epic love story about two lost
souls who, against all odds, find themselves through their passion and music.
Filled with raw emotion, this lyrical, all-the-feels masterpiece may catapult
Adriane Leigh into the league of Colleen Hoover, Brittainy Cherry, and L.J.
Shen. — Nelle L’Amour, New York Times Bestselling author of THAT MAN


The first time I met Augusta Belle Branson she was fixin’ on
killin’ herself.
Said the minute I’d walked up, she was tryin’ to decide if
jumpin’ off the bridge in the center—where the water was deep and the current
stronger, would be a swifter end–or if jumping near the edge, where jagged
limestone labs anchored the slow moving current awaited her.
Certain death for sure.
I replayed the split-second when the blinding summer sun
opened through the orange oak leaves, a halo of warmth enveloping her.
Like an angel, stardust sparkling straight from Heaven,
ploppin’ her in my path.
And then she turned, the most startling shade of liquid
amber eyes breathing something real and alive, like fire, into my soul.
That same something I’d been runnin’ from, or chasin’,
dependin’ on how you looked at it, just about everyday since.
I settled myself on the lone wooden stool that awaited at
center stage, my thoughts drawing back to the present. My head swam, but the
old familiar chords drove on through the current of whiskey in my blood,
strumming the first few notes of a song I wrote a lot of nights ago by the
sheer act of muscle memory.
Old acoustic guitar resting on my knee, my first and third
fingers in position on the strings, the opening chords of Whiskey Girl bled
from my fingers.
Every chord, another dagger.
Every whispered lyric, my undoing.
I still don’t know what the fuck had overtaken me the night
I’d written Whiskey Girl in a fevered rush.
Well, the booze may have played a factor, but I happened to
think my best shit came out of uninhibited states.
I’d just had a fuck ton of uninhibited states recently.
And the harder the liquor, the more she haunted me.
Whiskey Girl.
My poisoned lullaby.
The crowd of a few hundred erupted into a standing ovation
when I ended with the final, emotion-charged words.
The irony that this song was the one that’d launched my
career, the first single to hit radio waves and then the top spot on the
Billboard charts brought reporters, music executives, long last family members
that I wasn’t even really sure I was related to, and too much other scum with
an end game that carried dollar signs to my front doorstep.
I’d moved to Nashville a rising star, and left two years
later, middle finger in the air as I tossed my once promising music career out
with last night’s liquor bottles in favor of the open road.
Chasing something.
Not finding the one thing I needed.
Playing local honky-tonks for a fraction of the money I
could have made.
But truth was, the road is the only place I could find my
A familiar ball of pain formed in my throat as I stood,
pushing my guitar over one shoulder and bowing deeply. I couldn’t see a single
face behind the glaring stage lights, but still, some part of me pretended she
could be out there, that I was singing to her.
That she would hear her song and find her way back to me.
After hundreds of faceless crowds and too many bottles of
Tennessee whiskey to bother counting, I still felt the pull inside me to travel
every town in America if that’s what it took to find her.
Hell, maybe she was happily married with a few kids, a dog,
and a fucking minivan by now.
I nodded my head, giving one last wave to the crowd in the
dark beyond, then left the stage, taking the steps two at a time and angling
past the curtains to head for the tiny-ass dressing room this dive bar provided
for another chug of amber gold, before packing my shit into my truck and
hitting the road.
I pushed a hand through my hair, thinking maybe a shower
would be in order before I bailed when a curvy little thing backed right up
into me.
My palms landed on her shoulders, warm blonde waves falling
in a cascade over one side. The heady scent of peaches and honey filled my
nostrils, my eyes slammed closed and brought me back to summer nights under a
giant oak, fireflies melting together with the stars above like a painting.
“Sorry, I just dropped my phone.” The sweet-scented creature
spun, brilliant smile falling off her face when our eyes made contact for the
first time.
Every cold-hearted memory slammed into my chest like a
pallet of bricks.
I narrowed my eyes, gaze tracing the familiar, yet
unfamiliar angles of her porcelain face.
She was thinner now, cheeks sharp slashes of bone that highlighted
her always-devastating round eyes and full lips. It was her alright. I’d know
this woman anywhere.
“Hi, Fallon.” I’d been dreamin’ of this moment for the
better part of a decade and still, my heart wasn’t prepared for those two
words. My name on her lips left me with a toxic reaction.
My whiskey girl.
My damnation and my savior.
“I need a fucking minute.” I dropped her shoulders, her
touch still haunting my fingertips, and walked straight down the narrow
hallway, pushing the rusted back door open so hard the hinges protested.
Warm, autumn air filled my lungs, replacing the empty
feeling that seeing her again had left.
“Fallon…” Hell, she’d followed me out.
And hell if wanted her to, but I didn’t not want her to
The emotions bombarding my mind were just a-fucking-bout
“I said, I need a fucking minute.” The sentence more of a
growl than I intended. Before she could reply I stomped across the potholed
parking lot, aimed for my heavy-duty Ford.
I yanked the door open, digging behind the driver seat for a
fresh bottle of my favorite recipe.
I couldn’t be bothered to retrieve the half-full bottle I’d
left in my dressing room, I had to get as far the fuck away from her just to
clear my head and process what her being here even meant.
My hands circled the neck of the bottle and I opened it in a
flash, chugging back the first warm bite of pleasure I’d been craving.
I tossed the cap on my dash and fished the keys out of my
pocket, about to climb into the cab and make hay when fingertips painted a dark
navy filtered into my vision and back out again, my goddamn truck keys hanging
from one finger.
“Fuck,” I bit, crawling out of the cab and swiping for the
My reactions were a helluva lot slower than I thought they
were, how much of that bottle had I drank before the show? I shook the thought
from my head, realizing this was probably about close to my average state of
play on any given day. Runnin’ away from the life Augusta Belle and I’d had
took something out of me. Something only whiskey could fill.
“I don’t care what your stupid ass does on your own time,
but you’re not dying on mine, Fallon Gentry.”
My head pounded then, a whole fucking sentence out of her
pretty pink lips, my body’s old dependable reaction to her infuriating every
cell of me.
I’d never been in control when it came to Augusta, shouldn’t
have been surprised that it was no different now.
“As irritating as ever, I see.” I bit, swiping for my keys
one more time and missing, before I stumbled off around her, whiskey bottle
clutched in my hand and hell on my mind.
Augusta was back and there wasn’t enough whiskey in the
state of Tennessee to help me deal.


Author Bio
Adriane Leigh is an Amazon Top 25 and USA Today bestselling author of contemporary and erotic romance.
Raised in a snowbank in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, she was born with a book in
her hand and won her first Young Authors award before the age of ten. She
finished her first romance novel at 14, and hasn’t stopped playing with
words since. She earned a literature degree, co-founded and organized
international book conventions with RARE: Romance Author & Reader
Events, and has written more than 45 independent titles under various pen
Married to her own Prince Charming, she now lives among the sand dunes of
Lake Michigan, and plays mama to two sweet baby girls. She’s a
romantic rebel and word junkie that believes wanderlust is life, is
part of the #goodvibetribe, and wishes she had more time to read and knit
scarves to keep her cozy during the arctic Michigan winters. Yoga pants,
puppies, and mac and cheese also help. Never miss a release! Get an alert

for Adriane’s work:
chemistry, a glamorous world, plot twists…a perfect combination held together
with Adriane Leigh’s addictive writing. I dove into this world, and didn’t want
to come up for air. I can’t wait for more!” – 
Alessandra Torre, Hollywood

Leigh never dissapoints with equal amounts of heat and heart with all the sex,
suspense and scandal…Leigh’s newest mysterious hero will have you anxiously
flipping pages well into the night trying to uncover his secrets.” – 
Crownover, Marked Men


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Cover Reveal * Creating Chaos



Title: Creating Chaos
Author: Lacey Dailey
Genre: Young Adult

Cover Design: T.L. Shimmons

Release Date: July 2, 2018


Gideon Stryker hates
high school and everything that comes with it. As a dancer at a school filled
with students whose favorite past time is to make his life as miserable as
possible, his plan for senior year is simple: lay low, graduate, and get the
hell out.
Elliott Oakley
wasn’t looking for friends, a relationship, or anything in between after his
normal life went from tolerable to unbearable and he made the necessary choice
to move from Iowa to North Carolina.
But this is life.
And plans change.
They were best
friends first but Gideon and Elliott soon form a connection that is too
powerful to deny. They fall hard for each other, creating chaos and ignoring
judgment wherever they go.
Suddenly, high
school seems manageable, life seems bearable, and the plans they were so set on
following get tossed out the window. They make a new plan. One that ends with
them together. But their plan gets a giant wedge tossed into it the moment
Elliott’s past makes the journey from Iowa all the way to North Carolina,
creating more chaos than they ever thought possible.


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Author Bio
The best place to find Lacey is with her nose in a book.
She’s a sucker for a good love story and a happy ending that has her swooning.
When she’s not obsessing over giving her own characters a happy ending, you can
find her in the dance studio embowering young dancers and giving out tons of
stickers. Thanks to her mother’s pizzeria, Lacey can make a delicious pizza.

When she’s not putting on her dance shoes or inhaling a
slice of pizza, she’s in front of her computer binge watching romantic comedies
and penning stories with love so powerful, it’ll last a lifetime. As a recent
graduate of Central Michigan University, Lacey intends to keep inspiring people
through dance and lots and lots of words. She currently lives in Central
Michigan surrounded by her family and unpredictable weather.

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Often * Danielle Norman

Title: Often

Series: Iron Orchids #4

Author: Danielle Norman
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 31, 2018

Difficult roads often lead to beautiful destinations…

He wore suits and I wore biker boots.
He went to university and I went to trade school.
He lived in a big home and I lived in a tiny apartment.
When my world was turned upside down, he took me in his arms and
promised to help me find a new direction. Now I’ve lost my job, been separated
from my friends, and any day an eviction notice was bound to show up.
Unfortunately, my journey was tougher than he had imagined.
When nothing goes right, look who’s left.
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Before becoming a romance writer, Danielle was a body double
for Heidi Klum and a backup singer for Adele. Now, she spends her days trying
to play keep away from Theo James who won’t stop calling her or asking her
And all of this happens before she wakes up and faces
reality where in fact she is a 50 something mom with grown kids, she’s been
married longer than Theo’s been alive, and now get her kicks riding a Harley.
As far as her body, she can thank, Ben & Jerry’s for
that as well as gravity and vodka. But she says that she could never be Adele’s
backup since she never stops saying the F-word long enough to actually sing.
Danielle writes about kickass women with even better shoes
and the men that try to tame them (silly silly men).
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Keeping Happy Ever After

Title: Keeping Happy Ever After
Series: A Silvervale Second Chance Romance
Author: AC Bextor
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 29, 2018




Jaxson Joseph Cole is the devil personified.
Tall. Dark. Handsome. I crave a man as cliché as God could create.
At twenty-six-years-old, he’s every little girl’s fantasy and every grown woman’s desire. He’s determined, stubborn, and incorrigible. He’s also the first boy I ever loved.
With my big sister’s wedding only a few days away, the entirety of our family is fitted together inside a luxurious resort in the Great Smoky Mountains of Tennessee.
I’ll be forced to brave his presence. I’ll be made to endure his torture. I’ll be obligated to keep my distance.
He wants me. I want him.
There’s just one small obstacle standing in my way.
Jaxson Joseph Cole scares me to death.



AC Bextor lives in a small town in the Midwest. When she’s not writing she can be found reading or watching her favorite sports teams. She enjoys spending time outside fishing, swimming, or camping. 




Love at Last * Claudia Coonor

A Standalone Romance
Claudia Connor
Rel. April 24th, 2018
Easy to
love, easy to leave. 

With her ex-fiance’s
words, I’m in love with someone else, still ringing in her ears, Clare Franklin
flies off on her would-be honeymoon alone. Resigned to the fact that not
everyone gets a happily ever after, she’s sworn off men. Until she gets tangled
up, quite literally, with one very sexy veterinarian.
The only thing Dr. Deacon Montgomery is looking to share is his surgical
expertise, but his instant attraction to Clare makes him wonder if he could be
more than just a doctor, and daddy to his twin two-year old daughters.

Sun-filled days and hot, steamy nights only deepens the connection, causing
them each to hope for something more. Until one phone call from home changes
everything. But a love like theirs is hard to find, and definitely too hard to


Connor is an award winning New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of
Contemporary Romance, including the beloved McKinney Brothers series. When
she’s not writing, Claudia enjoys movies, reading, and travel, with a heavy
dose of daydreaming during all three. In another life, she’d like to be a back
up dancer for Jennifer Lopez. Claudia lives near Memphis, Tennessee, with her
husband and three daughters.
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