Release Blitz- Make Me Fall by Ember Leigh PLUS Excerpt & Giveaway!

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Title: Make Me Fall

Author: Ember Leigh

Genre: Contemporary Romance

About Make Me Fall:

There’s one rule in my family.   Stay away from the Daly brothers.   We were raised to know them as users. Manipulators. But I only ever saw Connor as the enigmatic senior hottie who dropped into fifth period to teach us about the perils of drunk driving.   So when my first big girl job out of college ends up with us working at the same company, it’s heart throb city all over again. Except he’s way ahead of the game. Successful, talented, put together. I’m just a frumpy twenty-something in a quarter life crisis who doesn’t know a glue stick from a makeup highlighter.   He would never want me, even though he’s all I ever wanted in secret. So when we cross paths one night at the bar and one drink leads to another, he slaps me with an offer I can’t refuse.   Accompany him back to Bayshore, flight included.   Only stipulation? Pose as his girlfriend.   Our families will flip, but I’m not strong enough to say no to those baby blues, especially if it means I’ll have a chance to spend the next two weeks with my adolescent heart throb.  

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We make it through dinner alive, even though my parents acted as if she wasn’t there the entire time. I probably need to up her compensation for agreeing to this. Even I couldn’t have predicted this brutally frigid reception. I thought Dad would put on a forced friendly front and complain viciously to Mom behind closed doors, like any normal American. Once dinner is over and my brothers have completed their jousting match over who gets which bedroom, I am feeling far superior, since I have been the most laidback about the bedroom thing. I grin my way up the staircase, Kinsley trailing behind me. We head for the last bedroom, which has a sunrise-facing window I’ve always particularly liked. I push open the door, and the cozy guest bedroom greets us. In front of us, the plush queen-size bed is neatly made, the head of the white comforter pulled back. Beckoning us into its comfort. Something is off, but I can’t tell what. Kinsley speaks. “I thought you said there were two twin beds?” Shit. That’s what it is. I roll our luggage into the bedroom and shut the door. “There were.” I frown. “In my old room.” She’s gnawing at the inside of her lip, glancing between me and the bed. “Will this be okay?” I ask, suddenly worried I’ve overstepped our tenuous boundaries. Clutching her hand in a vice grip for the duration of dinner? Fine. But sharing a bed, even platonically? This could be the deal breaker. “I can sleep on top of the covers, if you want, or bring a sleeping bag—” “It’ll be fine.” She waves her hand dismissively and heads for the bed. “I wouldn’t want you to sleep on the floor on my account.” I smirk, unable to pass up the chance for a joke. “I didn’t mean I would be sleeping on the floor.” She narrows her eyes, a laugh bursting out of her. “I can’t imagine you’d drag me two thousand miles for that encounter with your parents and make me sleep on the floor.” My laughter turns into a sigh. “Sorry about that. I didn’t think it would be that bad. Honestly.” She shrugs again, picking at something on the comforter. “I know our parents always had issues. I just didn’t think it would make them act like that.” I ease onto the bed next to her, even though I could have sat anywhere else in the room: the other side of the bed, in the chair facing the bathroom, or hell, even on the gray berber carpet. But being near Kinsley has already burrowed in like a habit. Even though no eyes are watching us. “Do you think your parents would act the same?” “I don’t know. Maybe. It’s weird to think that we’re being the adults here.” Regret crashes through me. Am I being the adult here? My reasons for bringing Kinsley are hardly noble. Sure, I bought her plane ticket. But also, I needed her presence to get back at a small handful of people. And that seems like the opposite of mature. “Listen. We’re gonna have a great time,” I say, channeling my hopes into words. “My parents will loosen up. But we won’t even be here much. We can go do whatever we want. This is vacay, baby.” She sends me a curious glance. “Whatever we want, huh?” I can’t help it. My mind goes straight to sex. I’m 100 percent man and 50 percent beast. Which makes for some sort of mathematically impossible species. My gaze drops to her lips. God, she’s got great lips. Maybe we can slightly expand the list of Bayshore-relationship activities. “Absolutely.” The side of my body closest to hers is getting hot from curiosity. She’s not my type—not even a little. But I’m still wondering what it might be like to go there with her. “You know I brought twenty books with me, right?” she says. And like that, the fire under my skin goes out. Not because books aren’t sexy—trust me, they are—but because I realize she wasn’t heading down the same kiss-curious path I was. She meant books. Because she is not a man beast who would already have her half undressed if she’d allow it. “Like I said.” I push to my feet. More distance is probably wise. Sitting that close to her is messing with my head. “We’re creating this vacay. And if that includes starting your own book club, so be it.” She smiles up at me, and there is something so pure and innocent in her gaze that my breath catches. The sunlight filtering into the room catches on her hair, highlighting the strawberry undertones there. Between her glistening braid and her sweet smiles, I decide in that moment that she is the definition of a sunbeam. A sunbeam with slightly-too-large ears. I already know that Kinsley is my humor and mental equal after one sad night at the bar and an entire day of travel together. She can lob a joke as far as I can. And I’m realizing that although we’re just pretending here in Bayshore, I actually want to spend time with her.

    

About Ember Leigh:

Ember Leigh has been writing erotic romance novels since she was far too young. A native of northern Ohio, she currently resides near Lake Erie with her Argentinean husband, where they run an Argentinian-American food truck. In addition to romance novels, Ember also writes travel memoirs and occasionally updates a couple of blogs. In her free time, she practices Ashtanga yoga, hops around the world, and eats lots of vegetables.  

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Excerpt Reveal - Make Me Fall by Ember Leigh

Today we have the fantastic new excerpt for Ember Leigh’s MAKE ME FALL! Check it out and be sure to pre-order your copy today!

Title: Make Me Fall

Author: Ember Leigh

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Day: September 19^th

About Make Me Fall:

There’s one rule in my family.

Stay away from the Daly brothers.

We were raised to know them as users. Manipulators. But I only ever saw Connor as the enigmatic senior hottie who dropped into fifth period to teach us about the perils of drunk driving.

So when my first big girl job out of college ends up with us working at the same company, it’s heart throb city all over again. Except he’s way ahead of the game. Successful, talented, put together. I’m just a frumpy twenty-something in a quarter life crisis who doesn’t know a glue stick from a makeup highlighter.

He would never want me, even though he’s all I ever wanted in secret. So when we cross paths one night at the bar and one drink leads to another, he slaps me with an offer I can’t refuse.

Accompany him back to Bayshore, flight included.

Only stipulation? Pose as his girlfriend.

Our families will flip, but I’m not strong enough to say no to those baby blues, especially if it means I’ll have a chance to spend the next two weeks with my adolescent heart throb.

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Blog Tour- Make Me Lose by Ember Leigh PLUS Exclusive Excerpt and Giveaway!

Today we have the blog tour for Ember Leigh’s MAKE ME LOSE! Check it out and be sure get your copy today!

Title: Make Me Lose

Author: Ember Leigh

Genre: Contemporary Romance

About Make Me Lose:

Grayson Daly and I aren’t just rivals. We’re enemies.   Born minutes apart on the same day in the same hospital, our parents thought this meant we were somehow destined to be together. We knew were we just destined to beat each other.   Competition boiled over until junior year, when the cold war turned into an unexpected peace offering. Maybe my hormones allowed me to notice his broad shoulders, stormy gray-blue eyes, and soccer star’s chiseled frame. But after I fell for him…he stomped all over my heart. Ten years later, I’m at the top of the realty game in Bayshore and Grayson is just a distant memory. Until he shows up from NYC, his ego bigger than a skyscraper, and asks me to sell the house he recently inherited.   It’s easy to say no. Even though I want to climb him like the jungle gyms we used to dangle from in strong arm battles.   But I forgot that Gray doesn’t take no for an answer. And that he isn’t content unless he’s defeating me. He butts into my evenings on the boat. Ropes me into water skiing battles. Even shows up at the bar and creates a scene when I’m scouting a date to the upcoming Bicentennial Ball.   It’s almost like he’s gunning to win me.   But if he wins, that means I lose.   And I’m not ready to cede victory just yet.

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My gaze is snagged by a lady in a black pencil skirt and high heels. Gleaming, chestnut brown hair is pulled back into a low bun. My gut cinches. 

“Oh, hell,” I mutter, leaning forward to confirm. It’s Hazel. It has to be Hazel. I’d recognize those creamy calves from any distance. I’m momentarily mesmerized by the sashaying of her ass.

“Look! It’s Hazel.” Mom sounds way too pleased. 

“Yeah. What’s she doing here?”

“She’s on her break.” Mom sends me an annoying grin. “She drives home, has lunch, and then walks the block every day on her break.”

“In those heels?” I ask, which was dumb. My gaze goes straight to them. I scowl, as though this might help convince my heart rate to resume a normal speed. 

“Our Hazel is the star of the neighborhood.” Mom’s voice is wispy now, like Hazel has gone on to Hollywood, or perhaps the Great Beyond. “The star of Bayshore, actually.”

“Why? All she does is sell houses.” I can’t look away from her retreating figure. She hangs a right onto the road hugging the shore, and in just a few seconds I lose sight of her. I blink a few times. The fog lifts. I can think again. “It’s not that difficult. I could go get my realtor’s license tomorrow and do the same thing. And probably sell more than she does.”

My mom laughs and shakes her head. 

“I’m serious,” I insist.

“Then do it!” Mom counters. “It’ll keep you around here.”

I grunt, turning away from the window. “I can’t. It would be too easy.”

“Always competing,” Mom says quietly. And she’s not wrong. “Though maybe the two of you at each other’s throats your entire lives made you who you are today. You, my big city boy, and Hazel, the small-town queen.”

“If Hazel gets the title of queen, then I should be the king.”

“You’d have to marry her to get that title,” Mom says, squeezing my arm.

I let out a sarcastic, “Ha ha.”Marriage is something I’d like to dabble in someday, but not now, and neverwith someone like Hazel. No matter how perky those ass cheeks are, no matter how bad I want to run my fingertips up the porcelain arc of her calves, Hazel is out of the question.

“She would sooner spear me with her ten-inch heel than let me get down on one knee in front of her.” Again, very dumb. More thoughts about those heels. But I barrel on. “I don’t know what it is about this city that thinks Hazel and I are long-lost soul mates, but I’m pretty sure we’ve been proving to you all for approximately twenty-eight years how wrong you all are.”

“You’re being a little mean,” Mom says gently, patting my back as we wind through the 70s-styled kitchen. Golden rod, burnt orange, and checkered floors galore. It needs a facelift badly. Hopefully it won’t hurt the resale value. 

“Just honest,” I say, but she’s right. I’m being mean. Old habits die hard. “Besides, she was pretty mean to me today when I asked her to sell the house.” Mean and sexy and a huge turn-on. “So let’s call it even.”

Mom shakes her head, heaving a long a heavy sigh. “There’s never been an ‘even’ with you two.”

About Ember Leigh:

Ember Leigh has been writing erotic romance novels since she was far too young. A native of northern Ohio, she currently resides near Lake Erie with her Argentinean husband, where they run an Argentinian-American food truck. In addition to romance novels, Ember also writes travel memoirs and occasionally updates a couple of blogs. In her free time, she practices Ashtanga yoga, hops around the world, and eats lots of vegetables.

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