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CCP Prize Pack (Calendars, Cats, & Purse) US-only | 2018 Back to School #Giveaway Hop | August 17 - 31, 2018 | #BackToSchool

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Thanks for hopping by Readeropolis! Welcome to the Back to School Giveaway Hop hosted by Review Wire Media and Chatty Patty’s Place. The giveaway hop will run from August 17 -- 31, 2018.


Readeropolis is giving away a CCP Prize Pack. CCP, you ask? Calendars, cats, and purse, of course - to help keep a student organized. The giveaway is open to United States residents with mailing addresses in the 48 contiguous states (18+ years old).





The prize pack contains:
  • One Paisley Cross-Body Purse
  • One 2018 - 2019 Kitten Two-Year Purse Calendar/Planner
  • One Shades Weekly Desk Pad Planner
  • One Secret Love Book Charm (can be used on jewelry, bookmarks, cell phone, etc.)
  • One 2018 16-Month Cats Wall Calendar (5.6 in x 5.3 in)
  • One Ultra Slim Wood Vintage Book Marker
  • One Yellow Pencil
  • One Mini Sheet of Puffy Cat Stickers

August Back to School Hop 2018

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Mayor Sonni is adding in an used copy of How to Love by Katie Cotugno (young adult, ex-library hardcover) from her bookshelf, as part of her 99 Books Giveaway. You can read a sample of the book on Amazon here.


Read an Excerpt of A MATCH FOR THE MARQUESS by @LillianMarek + $20 Amazon/BN GC #Giveaway | @GoddessFish Presents #HistoricalRomance #Regency

A MATCH FOR THE MARQUESS by Lillian Marek is on blurb blitz tour and stops at Readeropolis. The historical romance (regency) is available now.


This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Lillian Marek will be awarding a $20 Amazon or Barnes and Noble GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.


Decisions, decisions…

Should Lady Anne Milhaven marry the wealthy and handsome young marquess, or should she resign herself to living out her life in poverty and disgrace, exiled from the world she was born to?

Should Philip Tremaine, the new Marquess of Penworth, redeem his honor and marry the proud and beautiful earl’s daughter whom he has unintentionally compromised, or should he prove himself as dissolute as his contemptible family?

They are not fools, but marriage is only the beginning. Now can they learn to work together and thwart the vile plots of their scheming relatives?

A Match for the Marquess is the prequel to the Victorian Adventures series.

Read an Excerpt:

Lady Hadlow arrived first. The feline smile she turned on Anne was clearly not intended in friendship.

“My dear child,” she said, “you must be quite overwhelmed with all that is happening. It hardly seems right for such a little innocent to be married off to a man of such wide experience as Penworth. Do feel free to ask if you have any questions about how to please a man.”

Anne started to freeze up so she could allow the comments to slide past without touching her, the technique she had perfected while coping with the Craddocks. Then she realized that she did not have to retreat. Thanks to Penworth, she now had a place of her own, a standing quite as secure as that of Lady Hadlow.

She offered a smile as sincere as Lady Hadlow’s. “Oh thank you so much, Lady Hadlow. Not every older woman is generous enough to offer the fruits of her experience to the next generation. I am sure we could all profit”—here she gestured at her new friends, who were listening avidly to the exchange—“from the lessons of your many years in…society.” She lifted her hand to her breast so that her betrothal ring glittered in the candlelight.

Lady Hadlow had not been expecting any riposte, and since she was staring, mesmerized, at the ring, it took a few moments for the import of Anne’s words to sink in. Her eyes widened, and her fingers curled. “Next generation! Why you little chit…”

About the Author: When she retired after too many years in journalism, Lillian Marek felt a longing for happy endings and stories where the good guys win and the bad guys get their just deserts. Having exhausted her libraryís supply of non-gory mystery stories, she started reading romance novels, especially historical romance. This was so much fun that she thought sheíd like to try her hand at writing one. So she took her computer keyboard in hand, slipped back into the 19th century, and began.

She was right - writing romance novels is as much fun as reading them.

Website: http://www.lillianmarek.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorLillianMarek
Twitter: https://twitter.com/lillianmarek

Buy links:

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https://books2read.com/u/4AYwBe

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Check out an Excerpt of Dr. Strangebeard by Penny @ReidRomance | Book Tour & Print Copies of Series #Giveaway | @SDSXXTours Presents #ContemporaryRomance

Check it out! Dr. Strangebeard (Winston Brothers Book 5) by Penny Reid is on virtual book tour. The contemporary romance stops at Readeropolis with an excerpt. Have you read it?

Be sure to enter for a chance to win the giveaway for one print copy of each book from the series and follow the Silver Dagger book tour (for other dates see the link at the bottom of the post).




Dr. Strangebeard
Winston Brothers Book 5
by Penny Reid
Genre: Contemporary Romance



Hunches, horse races, and heartbreak
Ten years after Simone Payton broke his heart, all Roscoe Winston wants is a doughnut. He’d also like to forget her entirely, but that’s never going to happen. Roscoe Winston remembers everything—every look, every word, every single unrequited second—and the last thing he needs is another memory of Simone.
Unfortunately, after one chance encounter, Simone keeps popping up everywhere he happens to be . . .
Ten years after Roscoe Winston dropped out of her life, all Simone Payton wants is to exploit him. She’d also like some answers from her former best friend about why he ghosted her, but if she never gets those answers, that’s a-okay. Simone let go of the past a long time ago. Seriously, she has. She totally, totally has. She is definitely not still thinking about Roscoe. Nope. She’s more than happy to forget he exists.
But first, she needs just one teeny-tiny favor . . .
Dr. Strange Beard is a full-length romantic comedy novel, can be read as a stand-alone, and is the fifth book in the USA TODAY bestselling Winston Brothers series.







Penny Reid is the Wall Street Journal and USA Today Best Selling Author of the Winston Brothers, Knitting in the City, Rugby, and Hypothesis series. She used to spend her days writing federal grant proposals as a biomedical researcher, but now she just writes books. She’s also a full time mom to three diminutive adults, wife, daughter, knitter, crocheter, sewer, general crafter, and thought ninja.

Please feel free to drop her a line. She'd be happy to hijack your thoughts! You can find her on her blog or email her: pennreid at gmail dot com



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“Why are you here?”

Simone twisted toward me, resting the side of her head against the back window of the truck’s cab. “Are you asking me why am I in Green Valley? Or are you asking me why I’m here, now, in Hawk’s Field? Because we already covered the latter and, honestly, I don’t want to discuss the former.”

I lifted an eyebrow at her slippery response. “No. We did not cover the latter.”

It seemed to me like she didn’t wish to discuss anything of substance except how much she hated the idea of falling in love.

“Yes, we did cover it.” Her eyes were on my raised eyebrow and her lips pressed together, like she was combating a grin. 

“No. We didn’t. I asked, ‘What are you doing out here, Simone?’ And you said—” I paused here to lift my voice and imitate hers, Yankee accent and all, “‘Oh, well, you know. Shelly and Beau mentioned that you like to camp one night a week.’”

“Roscoe.” She laughed, hitting me lightly on the shoulder with the back of her hand. “I do not sound like that.”

I caught her wrist so she couldn’t hit me again, she was a double hitter. “So then I asked, ‘You were looking for me?’ And you said, ‘Yes.’ And then you asked a hundred questions in order to change the subject—”

“I was not trying to change the subject,” she hollered. 

The uneasiness and charged atmosphere from moments prior had dissipated, and I breathed in a full breath, rolling my eyes with a great deal of exaggeration. “As I was saying, in order to change the subject and distract me from the fact that you never answered my original question.”

“I’m sorry”—she put on a mask of confusion, the effect mostly ruined by the cute and mischievous smile she was attempting to iron from her features— “what was the original question?”

I wasn’t going to ask again, but I didn’t need to. As she’d alluded earlier, there were other ways to get answers out of her, tried and true methods.

My eyes dropped to her neck. A tick of meaningful silence passed, during which I questioned myself and the wisdom of what I was doing—teasing her, threatening to tickle her, which would necessitate putting my hands on her, disregarding the levelheaded precautions I’d put in place to maintain the essential barrier between us in order to avoid making new memories I couldn’t control—but I actively decided to ignore wisdom and good sense.

Just for a minute.

Just for a moment.

Just to be with her again, like this.

Simone gasped, breaking the silence and yanking her hand away.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

I grinned, my eyes still on her neck, where she was most ticklish.

She covered each side of her throat with her hands, a preemptive defense strategy, but she was giggling. 

Lifting my eyebrows, I tilted my head to the side and braced my hands on either side of me, preparing to launch myself if necessary. “Answer the question.”

Now she was laughing again, watching me, as though waiting to see if I did dare. 

I pushed myself up and she squealed, her hands bracing against my chest. I easily captured her wrists with one hand, wrapped my other arm around her torso, and brought her back down on the bed. Straddling her thighs and sitting on her knees, I lifted her arms over her head while she focused her defensive efforts on tucking her chin to her chest.

Between gasping laughter, she said, “I should have worn a turtleneck.” 

“Poor planning, princess.” I laughed, trying to get my fingers under her chin, and had to work to keep my seat because she was now bucking her hips and trying to bend her knees, proving herself to be stronger than I’d assumed.

No matter. Pulling her arms to the right, I maneuvered her on her side and found the sweet skin at the back of her neck.

Simone bucked again, but this time it was a reflexive response, because I’d found her spot. She shrieked as I tickled her. 

“Oh my God, I can’t breathe.”

I stopped. “Answer the question.”

She panted and gasped, shaking her head, and giving me a big, teasing grin. “Never!” 

Squinting in suspicion, I studied her twisted form. She wasn’t struggling, her wrists in my hands were slack, her body was both relaxed and clearly bracing for another attack, like she anticipated it, like she wanted it, like she was having a good time and wanted it to last.

Despite the chill, I was getting hot under the collar. My eyes moved over her prone form, traveling from her beaming smile to her neck, the swell of her breasts, the indent of her waist, the generous curve of her backside. The urge to do something—to her, with her, inside her—seized my lungs and nerves and muscles, a blazing flare of carnal want shot down my spine.

Yeah, I’d definitely lost control of this new memory.

Breathing out at the dizzying instinct, I moved completely off her body. I released her wrists—releasing her—as I averted my eyes and backed away to gather my wits. She sat up, reaching for me. I twisted away. The bed of the truck was too crowded, so I turned to jump down. Before I could, she caught me by the arm.

“Hey.” Her grip was tight and she tugged. “What’s wrong?” 

I shook my head, tossing my thumb over my shoulder. “Just remembered something.”

“Roscoe—”

Pulling my arm from her fingers, I hopped over the edge of the truck and walked toward the tent. I reached the first post, I walked beyond it, my direction aimless. 

I suspected it wasn’t like this for most folks, but this sporadically cruel and often inconvenient time travel to my past was all I knew. Therefore, I dealt with it the only way I knew how. 

I retreated.



Read an excerpt of Donnan's Rose by @JamieRSalisbury | Book Tour & $20 Amazon GC & Swag #Giveaway | @SDSXXTours Presents #HistoricalRomance

Donnan's Rose by JR Salisbury is on virtual book tour. The historical romance stops at Readeropolis with an excerpt. Enjoy!

Be sure to enter for a chance to win the giveaway and follow the Silver Dagger book tour (for other dates see the link at the bottom of the post).




Donnan's Rose
MacLeods of Skye Book 1
by J R Salisbury
Genre: Historical Romance


As the fourth MacLeod son, Donnan MacLeod does not have to take on the responsibilities his older siblings do. He is free to keep his business private. As a privateer he sails the channel looking for smugglers. Very elite smugglers.

It's not until he returns to Skye for his mother's birthday when Donnan begins to lose control of his life. And it's all because of a woman, the one woman he's loved since childhood. The woman he desires above all others - that is should he ever think of taking a wife.

Rosalind, strong willed and opinionated far more than most, she is determined to find out what it is Donnan is hiding. Never before had they kept things from each other, but Rosalind is convinced he's keeping something huge from her.

Everything changes in the blink of an eye.

Stowing away in the back of Donnan's coach, Rosalind changes their lives forever. The adventure begins...





I've always been a creative individual. Writing is just a facet of that creativity...


My careers in public relations in and around the entertainment industry, photography, editing,  artist management, modeling and special event planning all elevated my passion for writing, not to mention gave me a treasure trove for story lines. 

I write women's fiction; contemporary romance (as Jamie Salisbury) and historical romance (as JR Salisbury) which is ever evolving. I am fortunate enough that writing (and marketing of said product(s)) is my full-time job, although I always have one or two other projects going at the same time.

I now live in a suburb of Atlanta. Some of my other interests include photography, equestrianism, reading, and of course, travel.

I sincerely hope my writing will entertain, enlighten, and inspire others to pick up the pen and pursue their own dreams. I love to be contacted by readers, writers, and history buffs.






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“Rosalind, what in the name of God have you done?” he asked. “What are you doing in the back of my carriage?”

Rosalind squared her shoulders, trying not to think what a miserable picture she must look. She summoned the lie she had concocted for just this moment. 

“I could not stay, Donnan. I can be more useful with you than back at the castle alone."

His brows drew together. He surveyed her from top to bottom, taking in every inch of her seedy appearance, shaking his head. 

“Come into the inn with me, Rose. We can speak inside. After you've bathed, of course." He smirked at her, extending his arm.

Rosalind took her time bathing. She knew Donnan was angry with her stealing away. She had to make him understand. 

Finally, she finished and rejoined him in the sitting room of the suite he'd gotten them. A mouthwatering meal graced a table. Her stomach reminded her she hadn't eaten since she was on Skye.

"Come and join me," he said as he rose from a chair he sat in.

"Thank you."

She followed him to the table and sat in a chair he'd pulled out for her. He was not happy. His face told her so.

He sat across from her, his eyes intently watching her. "Rose, do you realize what you've done by stowing away in my carriage?"

"Of course I do. I'm quite sure Rory is furious with me."

Donnan picked up a piece of cheese and broke it in half. "If he doesn't think we planned this to begin with."

She shook her head. "I will take full responsibility for my actions."

"Not that it will do any good now," he replied briskly.

"What would you have me do, Donnan? Sit and wait on you for another year? I'm sure when the time came, you would have an excuse not to come back and accept your duties."

"That is exactly what you were suppose to do, Rose! You were suppose to wait for a year," he bellowed. "I would never purposely disobey anything Rory orders of me. Never. He is not only my brother, he's my clan leader. When the year was up, I would have come back for you, Rose. Now you've changed all that. Now we must marry."

She said nothing for a moment. She speared a piece of chicken and ate it. If Donnan wasn't so angry with her, she could sit right here and enjoy this plain feast. "Why can't I simply spend the year with you? I can help you, I'm sure. After that, we can return to Skye and marry just like Rory wishes."

"Surely you jest. I cannot have you live with me and follow me around for a year like some tap room wench. You're a lady, Rose. Your reputation would be ruined. No, we'll do the proper thing and marry at Gretna Green."

"What? When?"

"Now. Our journey will begin as soon as we've finished our meal."

BookSwapAThon Announcement & Reading Challenges | August 19 - 25, 2018 | #Readathon #AmReading

The Bookswapathon readathon is back! The readathon dates are August 19 - 25, 2018.

Are you going to participate? What are you planning to read?


BookSwapAThon Announcement 2018 - Wandering Reader


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BOOKSWAPATHON READING CHALLENGES - BooksAndJams



READING CHALLENGES
1. Buddy Swap 
2. Unhaul Swap 
3. TBR Swap 
4. Genre Swap 
5. Setting Swap 
6. Cover SWAP


The hosts this year are: 

- Derby @ Derby_Lane Reading https://bit.ly/2uhPY2o 
- Krista @ BooksAndJams https://bit.ly/2J4Vc77 
- Kerryn @ RatherBeReading https://bit.ly/2u4FCUg 
- Rachael @ Rachel Rae https://bit.ly/2MZg8yK 


Go check out their announcement videos!

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