“Home Is Where The Heart Is” or “Travel The World To Find Yourself”?

Yet again, we have two Bad Girlz with release days this week, and yet again, the themes of their book could not be more different. The third book in Laura Trentham’s Falconers Football series, MELTING INTO YOU, is all about coming home, while the first book in Jeanette Grey’s new series, SEVEN NIGHTS TO SURRENDER, is about traveling the world and finding love in far-off destinations.

Home Is Where the Heart Is…

In MELTING INTO YOU, two lost souls reconnect back in their home town of Falcon, Alabama. Lilliana left home for art school in NYC but returns after her father dies and she inherits the decrepit family home. Alec was a football star at the University of Alabama and a professional quarterback in Philly until a dirty hit ends his career. (Did I mention he is hot and tattooed? I didn’t? Well…check out my excerpt below) Will they be able to put their pasts behind them for a future together?

“…marvelously funny, engaging, and memorable romance in a place where everyone knows your name.” – RT Book Reviews on Falcon Football Series

“Absolutely perfect!!! I loved this book from start to finish.” – Laura H, Goodreads (<–not meJ, although, it is pretty perfect, imo)

“I’m highly recommending you read the Falcon Football series and I’m giving Melting Into You five-plus stars!”—Bookaholics-not-so-anonymous

Read an excerpt from MELTING INTO YOU

Melting-Into-You-by-Laura-Trentham-300Alec grabbed at both her wrists, but the movement only flipped his shirt apart, exposing the bottom half of his chest. Something dark edged from the checked cotton. He froze, his hands loosening. Lilliana finished working his buttons open and spread the shirt to expose his entire chest.

“Oh. My. God.” Her words compressed out of lungs that held no air.

She wasn’t in shock from the defined muscles of his chest. That she’d expected. It wasn’t even the sexy dusting of hair trailing into the waistband of his pants. What hypnotized and held her rapt was the enormous tattoo that covered one side of his torso.

The vibe was difficult to nail down. Tribal with some Picasso cubism thrown in. Script played peekaboo along his side, obscured by the shirt hanging on the curve of his shoulders. What words would a man like him pick to inscribe on his body? One thing was certain—his tattoo was a work of art. Now she was less interested in his warm, man-scented skin than what was drawn on it. Impatiently, she pushed his shirt off his shoulders to hang at his elbows.

The tattoo extended to his shoulder and over his upper arm, stopping at mid-biceps like a permanent sleeve. In all the football practices she’d attended, he’d never revealed his ink. Unlike the boys or other coaches, he wore long-sleeved workout gear and used a towel tucked into his shorts to wipe away sweat, but she’d chalked his habits up to being a quarterback and needing a protected throwing arm and dry hands.

Never in a million years would she have guessed what preppy, uptight Alec Grayson had up his sleeve. Literally.

“It’s old. From when I was young and stupid. Most of my teammates in Philly had tats and I thought I was the sh—” He muttered to cover the curse word and ran a hand through the top of his hair, mussing the regimented style. “I’m planning to get it lasered off.”

“Don’t you dare!”

Clarity struck like a shot of adrenaline to her heart. He was ashamed or at least embarrassed by the tattoo. With trembling fingertips, she skimmed the outer line of a dark black swirl of ink tracing the muscle of his pectoral. At first contact, the muscle jumped, and he flinched away as if in physical pain.

“Don’t you dare,” she repeated in a whisper leaning in to follow the line with her lips.

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Travel The World To Find Yourself

In SEVEN NIGHTS TO SURRENDER, aspiring artist Kate takes herself on a trip to Paris in search of inspiration. Instead, she finds Rylan, a fellow ex-pat who offers to show her around the city–and also to show her his bed. The two indulge their every desire, but Rylan is hiding not only his fortune but also the truth about who he really is. As the two open up to each other, they both want more than the week they’ve allotted, but Rylan’s secrets may tear them apart before they’ve even begun.

“Jeanette Grey has become a must-read voice in romance.​ Seven Nights to Surrender is lyrical, stunningly sexy, and brings swoons for days.”
      — Christina Lauren, New York Times bestselling author

“A must read! I couldn’t put it down. Jeanette Grey’s writing is so refreshingly honest. Seven Nights to Surrender is intensely emotional and sexy as hell. I need the next book ASAP!”
       — Tara Sue Me, New York Times bestselling author

“With its sexy setting and sensual story, Jeanette Grey’s Seven Nights to Surrender sparkles!”
— J. Kenner, New York Times and International bestselling author

Read an excerpt from SEVEN NIGHTS TO SURRENDER

Grey_SevenNightstoSurrender_TR2015-08-14Eyeing her up the entire time, he finished the rest of his drink. She still had a little left of hers, but they were closing in on decision time. He didn’t have anything else going on today—he never really had anything going on, not since his life had fallen apart. But was he willing to sink an entire afternoon here, offering to show her around?

He tried to be analytical about it. Her body language was still less than open, for all that she’d loosened up a bit. Given her age, probably not a virgin, but he’d bet a lot of money that she wasn’t too far off. Not his usual fare. He preferred girls who knew what they were doing—more importantly, ones who knew what he was doing. What he was looking for.

This girl…It was going to take some work to get in there. If it paid off, he had a feeling it’d be worth it, though. When she smiled, her prettiness transcended into beauty.

There was something else there, too. She was romantic and hopeful, and between the story of her lost sketchbook and her delusions about Paris having the power to change her life, she had to be a creative type. Out of nowhere, he wanted to know what kinds of things she made, and what she looked like when she drew.

He kept coming back to her eyes. They hadn’t stopped moving the entire time they’d been sitting there, like she was taking absolutely everything in. The sights beyond the window, the faces of the people in the café. Him. It was intriguing. She was intriguing, and in a way no other woman had been in so long.

And the idea of going back to the apartment alone made him want to scream.

Decision made, he pushed his chair out and clapped his hands together. “Well, what are we waiting for then?”

“Excuse me?”

“Travel guides are bullshit anyway. Especially when you’ve got something better.” He rose to his feet and extended his hand.

Her expression dripped skepticism. “And what’s that?”

He shot her his best, most seductive grin. “Me.”

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