Wednesday, December 7, 2022

BOOK BLITZ: Confessions of a Fangirl by Kirsten S. Blacketer


Today, we have a Book Blitz to kick off for Romance Author Kirsten S. Blacketer's Confessions of a Fangirl, the first book in the Her Confessions series. To kick off this promo, we have an exclusive excerpt and a blitz-wide giveaway to share! So... Be sure to check it out and start the series now!

Romantic Comedy
Her Confessions, #1
Publish Date:
April 1, 2022
(First published December 7, 2021)
Blackship Press

Life is good. I have a plush job, supportive friends, and a close-knit family. When the new hottie at the office asks me out on a date, I think I just won the jackpot.

Until movie night with the girls leads me down a dark rabbit hole. Who is he? An innocent Google search about a handsome actor has my imagination spinning. Now I’m drowning, and I don’t want salvation. I want him.

But I already have the perfect man. This obsession might just ruin my life.



“Why don’t you turn on the TV? I have a movie in for us to watch.” He winks. “I think you’ll enjoy it.”

I narrow my gaze. “Is it inappropriate?”

Shaun’s eyes widen. “What would give you the impression I would dare cross that line? We’ve only known each other for two weeks.”


“Normally I let crazy out of the bottle after the third date, never before then.”

I spin around to face him. “I knew it.”

He doubles over the sink laughing. “Just turn on the TV, Jen.”

When I turn it on, a familiar song comes through the speakers. I grin like an idiot when I see the familiar logo. “Source of Destiny,” I mutter under my breath.

“Good thing you’re a Space Vendetta fan, huh?” He dries his hands and joins me.

My face heats. “Actually, I’m a newbie to the whole thing. We watched it the other weekend for movie night. It was the first time I’d ever heard of the series.”

“Oh, so you had your SVS cherry popped recently, huh?” Shaun sits on the couch next to me and takes the remote from my hand.

“I guess you could say that.” I bite my tongue knowing he doesn’t mean anything by the comment, but it leaves me a bit breathless.

“I guess it’s not your typical movie night choice then.”

“No. One of the guys in the mailroom suggested it when he heard Lily and me discussing ideas in the break room.”

“Lily.” Shaun thinks for a moment. “Oh yes, the classic vintage aficionado.” He nods sagely. “She always looks stunning. It’s a great style on her.”

“Right?” I push away the twist of jealousy. “I envy her style. She looks so put together.”

“You do too.” He grabs my hand and laces his fingers with mine. “It’s what I noticed first about you.”

There goes the damn rollercoaster again. “Really?”

“Yeah.” He squeezes my hand.

I turn my head away to hide the flaming blush I know has consumed my face. My gaze rests on the TV and the logo on the screen.

“Shall we start the movie?”

“Sure.” He presses play and pulls me against him, draping his arm around my shoulder.

We’ve both seen the film before, but within moments we’re both drawn into the story on the screen. My body tenses in anticipation. I know what’s coming, and I brace myself for it.

Captain Korbin Ransom appears on the screen on queue. An ache settles in my chest. Guiltily, I glance at Shaun, who’s entranced by the film. My gaze drifts back to the movie.

This inexplainable gravity draws me into the story. A closeup of the villain’s profile has my heart racing. My fingers dig into Shaun’s thigh. He shifts and pulls me closer.

What the hell is wrong with me? My second date and I’m swooning over a man on the screen when I should be all over the warm, solid man beside me. He made me dinner. Made me feel special. Hell, he made me tiramisu!

As the movie continues, I hold my breath for the moments Korbin Ransom appears in all his leather-clad wonder. The character’s brooding darkness and sexy swagger have me on the edge of my seat. I’m drawn to this villain in ways I can’t comprehend.

I like good men. Honest men. Men who make me dinner and treat me like a queen. But deep in the dark recesses of my mind, my imagination flirts with something I’ve never allowed into the light. I’m aroused and ashamed. I shove these fantasies of a tempting villain aside and focus on enjoying this moment with Shaun, a good man of flesh and blood.

When the credits roll, I slowly shift from beneath his arm and stretch. “That movie gets better every time I see it. I mean, it’s like I catch details I missed before.”

“Yeah, happens to me too.” He stretches his arm out and grabs my wrist, pulling me back against him.

I’m breathless, caught in the haze of his blue eyes. My heart’s racing.

“ I going too fast for you?” There’s hunger in their depths.

I swallow. “No.”

“If I ever make you uncomfortable, tell me.” A soft smile curves his lips. “I like you.”

“I like you too.” My fingers brush his cheek. I lean in and kiss him.

His soft lips part beneath mine and he pulls me closer. “You can stay tonight if you want,” he whispers between passionate kisses.

“As much as I would love to take you up on that.” I sigh against his lips. “I can’t.”

He nods. “I understand. Sleeping together on a second date feels like we’re going at hyperspeed.”

I chuckle at the Space Vendetta reference. “Yeah, it does.”

“I’ll leave it up to you.” He kisses the tip of my nose. “When you’re ready, let me know.”


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**About the Author**
Kirsten S. Blacketer writes the stories she's dying to read. She likes mystery and intrigue, handsome heroes, sassy heroines, and a chance to break the rules. She lives for sexual tension and loves kissing scenes. There's no way she can write in just one era, so don't be surprised if you see her jumping from medieval Scotland to prohibition on the Mississippi River to late Victorian London then onto contemporary Brooklyn. She follows wherever the muse leads her.

The KSB Guarantee: A Steamy Getaway and Always a HEA!

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Tuesday, December 6, 2022

BOOK BLITZ: Pasko Na, My Love: A Holiday Romance Anthology


Today, we have a Book Blitz to kick off celebrating the release of Pasko Na, My Love: A Holiday Romance Anthology, featuring acclaimed and bestselling Filipino American authors—Elle Cruz, Maan Gabriel, Maida Malby, Mia Hopkins, Sarah Smith, and Tif Marcelo! To celebrate this new release, we have various excerpts from these stories AND a blitz-wide giveaway to share! So... Be sure to check it out and grab this holiday read NOW!

Holiday Romance
Publish Date:
December 6, 2022
EOT Publications

Family, heart, and a Merry Christmas Happily Ever After.

‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all ‘round Hacienda Luz bustled in celebration of Natividad Luz Moore’s 100th birthday.

A Filipino American woman of courage, strength, and heart, Lola Naty has touched the lives of many. Celebrities and politicians make merry, fine dresses and barong Tagalogs shimmer, and food and drink flow freely. And it’s all to honor family, tradition, and the very essence of that thing called love.

While Filipino ballads fill the chilly Northern California air, hearts throb and passions ignite as seven remarkable couples find love in all the right—or wrong—places.


From acclaimed and bestselling Filipino American authors—Elle Cruz, Maan Gabriel, Maida Malby, Mia Hopkins, Sarah Smith, and Tif Marcelo—comes Pasko Na, My Love, a holiday romance collection that is sure to warm your heart and uplift your Christmas spirit.

Volcanic Love by Elle Cruz
My Only Love by Maan Gabriel
So It’s You by Maida Malby
Illicit by Mia Hopkins
Last Minute by Sarah Smith
The Deal by Tif Marcelo



Volcanic Love by Elle Cruz
Sophie is a thirty-year-old with a wildly successful sex podcast. She has secretly been in love with Travis, her older brother’s best friend, for years. A mistake from the past tears them apart. Sparks fly when they when they see each other five years later during her grandmother’s one-hundredth birthday celebration. Sophie will have to put aside her insecurities to win back Travis’s heart so she can finally have the happily ever after she’s always dreamed of.


It was late. No one would have guessed how late it was, because the party was still in full swing. The wedding of Ron Palacio and Aditi Wilson had been a raging success. The open bar might have had a little something to do with it.

Despite the series of doors open to the stunning view of the beach under a moonlit sky, the heat pervaded. All those bodies packed onto the dance floor of the resort ballroom intensified the humid summer night atmosphere. Travis wandered outside with an ice-cold bottle of water in his hand. He had intended to take a brief walk down to the shore, dip his feet in a little, and then maybe head back to his bungalow.

The sight of a woman lying motionless under a cluster of palm trees drew his attention. Fear thundered in his heart, but once he drew near, he could see the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she took in steady breaths.

It was Sophie.

His heart twisted in agony. God, she was everything. She was beauty and vice. Joy and terror. Pleasure and ruin. She was his best friend’s little sister and therefore stood for everything forbidden to him. If that was true, then why did he find himself coming closer instead of walking away?

She opened her eyes and stared up at him.

“It’s you,” she said.

Travis didn’t respond. He looked down into her face, trying to ignore the way the deep neckline of her dress and the short skirt affected him in the most inappropriate of ways.

“Are you okay?” he asked, fighting his dirty thoughts with every inch of his being. “Do you need me to walk you back inside?”

It was Sophie’s turn to pause. Instead of answering, she held out her hand. Travis grasped it and helped her to a sitting position. He loosened his grip, but Sophie didn’t let go.

“Sit with me,” she said.

Travis sat. They were about six inches apart on the sand, their legs extended in front of them. Travis handed her the bottle of water.

“Took advantage of the open bar, huh?” he said.

“It was my idea, you know.” Sophie twisted the cap off and took a dainty sip. “Ron didn’t want it at first. He’s super kuripot, but with a lot of threatening, I finally persuaded him.”

Sophie was buzzed. It was unlike her to use Tagalog words, especially ones describing her brother’s frugalness. She was a pleasant, happy kind of drunk who swayed gently back and forth in her seat. She wasn’t the kind that went off on slurred diatribes and stumbled around everywhere, threatening to topple over with every precarious step. No. Despite her hooded eyes, joy illuminated them from the inside out. It made Travis happy knowing she was in the moment.

She scooted closer and leaned her head on Travis’s shoulder.

He froze. Everything in his rational mind told him to put distance between them. Unfortunately, the rest of his body wanted nothing more than to get as close to Sophie as humanly possible. His rational mind was effectively outnumbered.


My Only Love by Maan Gabriel
He’s on his way to the White House. She’s fighting for women’s rights on the streets of DC.

Ten years ago, Drew and Angelica broke off their engagement while in law school. They both attribute their failed relationship to young love and ambition. But when Drew begs Angelica to attend his grandmother’s 100th birthday and pretend for one week that they are back together, sparks fly between them. Is it pretend when the feelings from the past never truly went away?

The thing is, Angelica doesn’t want to be Senator Hizon’s number one. Selfish as it may seem, she wants to be his only one – his only love.


“Love … is a sham. Love is a sham,” I say under my breath like a chant. I remind myself of this every single day.

When you fall in love early in life, chances are it will not make it past your prime. Life will consume you, ambitions will redirect you, and love—yeah, it takes a back seat.

That is the story of my life with Drew—Andrew Emmanuel Moore Hizon, the illustrious thirty-six-year-old senator from California. So, when I received a call from him last night, ten years after our painful breakup, all the suppressed feelings didn’t just come tumbling in. They frightened me, again. Why does he need to talk to me after all these years, anyway?

Sitting by myself at a Georgetown bar, far from the Capitol and from prying eyes, my palms sweaty amid the cold winter weather and my insides a mess, I wait uneasily. My cheeks are still cold from my walk      from work, hoping the chill in the air would relax my nerves some. It didn’t.

Instead, my hands tremble incessantly. I’ve not seen this man in a decade except for accidental flickers on television, which I almost always turn off immediately.

As if perfectly timed, I turn my head toward the door, and in he walks. The world stops as I process this, seeing him again—looking perfect in his dark blue suit, royal blue tie, and that flawless body still the same from when he once was mine.

Mine?! I roll my eyes at this thought. He looks exactly as I remember—chiseled jawline, perfect cheekbones, and amazingly bronze skin thanks to his Filipino roots. He bites his lower lip upon meeting my eyes.

I sigh. The sight of him still takes my breath away. Like I’m back to that unsuspecting law student that I was, idealistic to a fault, thinking that love could withstand the undetermined current of living. I smile and give him a small hand wave. Now, I’m self-conscious. I check my newish dark suit that I paired with red pumps. It’s not bad, but it’s not strikingly attractive either. Oh, well. I roll my eyes again. “Here we go,” I huff under my breath, the chant still lingering in my head: “Love is a sham … a sham …”


So It’s You by Maida Malby
Vida and her maternal grandmother, Naty Moore, share a special bond—the same birthday on Christmas Eve, fifty years apart. This year, Lola Naty will celebrate her 100th birthday, and Vida plans to do everything to make sure her grand party goes off without a hitch. Even if that includes hiding the identity of the man she’s dating.

Rafa Balmaseda fell for Vida long before he became her grandmother’s physician. Ten years younger than her, he chafes at being kept a secret. When he pushes for a deeper commitment, will Vida continue to deny his role in her life? Or will she finally admit that they belong together?


“Hello,” they said at the same time. 

He smiled and walked forward, holding out his hand. “I’m Rafa. I apologize for dropping in without an appointment. I was driving by, saw the billboard, and was curious about the name.”

Her expression of wariness left, replaced by a warm smile that transformed her face from merely lovely to downright stunning. “Welcome to Hacienda Luz, Rafa. I’m Vida. This is Jen, our estate ambassador. We appreciate your visit on this rainy afternoon.” 

The hand that firmly shook his had long fingers, neatly trimmed nails with clear polish, and a soft palm. He hadn’t wanted to let it go. He only did when she pulled away to point at the glass of red wine the other woman was holding out. 

He’d been so engrossed with Vida he hadn’t noticed the estate ambassador move to and from the bar on the far end of the room to pour him a welcome drink.

“This is our Cabernet Sauvignon from the 2013 harvest. One of our best years since my grandparents, Naty and Robert Moore, started operations almost fifty years ago. It’s a small taste of the exceptional quality of wine we produce,” Vida said. 

Rafa accepted the glass. “Thank you,” he said to the younger woman who smiled and returned to the bar, leaving him with Vida by the reception counter, pleasing Rafa greatly. 

It pleased him even more to follow Vida to the glass-enclosed veranda with its large gas fire pit and a one-hundred-eighty-degree view of the property. Even without grapes on the vines, the colors earthy and predominantly brown, the Hacienda Luz vineyard was a striking sight. But no matter its grandeur, it couldn’t hold his attention for long. Not when all he wanted to see was Vida’s beautiful face.

“Gorgeous, isn’t it?” Vida asked. 

There was no ring on her left finger, so he thought he’d take a shot. “Yes,” he said, openly staring at her. 

Her lips formed a word that Rafa couldn’t hear. He could have sworn it was “smooth.” He gave her a cheeky smile. 

“Aren’t you going to try the wine? I want to know what you think of it.”

He swirled the dark red liquid and brought the glass to his nose. After an appreciative sniff, he took a sip. “Hmm. It’s ripe, savory, and yet sweet. Smooth and complex. I’m enticed to find out more.” He took larger gulp, then another until he finished the glass. His eyes held her expectant gaze as he declared his final assessment. “Sexy.” 

Vida’s cheeks turned a lovely dusky pink. Her eyes flicked to his lips. “I think so too,” she said.


Illicit by Mia Hopkins
Event planner Eden Rosales and Catholic priest Nick Salgado reunite at Hacienda Luz and settle a score fourteen years in the making.


Last Minute by Sarah Smith
Twenty-eight-year-old Ruby is in charge of catering the 100th birthday party of her grandmother. As the baby of her family, Ruby has grown up in the shadow of her older, more successful cousins, so she’s determined for her catered dinner to go off without a hitch. But when her head chef calls out with food poisoning the day of the party and sends chef Mason Waller as her replacement, Ruby is pissed. She’s loathed Mason ever since he screwed her over in culinary school five years ago. There’s still plenty of fire between these two … in more ways than one.


“Wait. Let’s have a truce, okay?” 

“A truce?” I almost laugh. 

“A time-out, a break, whatever you want to call it. Then you can go back to hating me for something that I did five years ago.” 

I grit my teeth, ready to go off on Mason, but he speaks before I can. 

“We have to at least try to get along. This is for your grandmother, right? I want her to have the best party.” 

His hazel eyes go warm when he mentions her. So does his tone. Like he actually cares about doing a good job for her, even though he doesn’t even know her. It’s so disorienting that for a split second I’m heartened. I shake my head slightly and refocus. 

“Right,” I say. “I want everything to go as perfectly as possible for her.” 

Mason nods once and sticks his hand out at me. “So truce?” 

I squint at his hand, then up at him. “Temporary truce.”


The Deal by Tif Marcelo
Prodigal cousin Oliver Moore returns to Hacienda Luz to attend Lola Naty’s hundredth year birthday party only to find out that he’s not on the guest list from divorcĂ©e event planner Norah Sha. In catching him as he tries to break in, she feels sorry for him and makes a deal to sneak him in, both discovering Christmas can still bring forgiveness and new love.


The second break room door, the one that led to the outside, opened with a bang, and a figure stumbled forward with a grunt. Norah sat up on the couch, stunned at the sight of the man who had earlier been thrown out, all but executing a judo roll. Sweeping back the hair that had fallen over his forehead with his fingers, he stood to his full height and stiffened when he saw her. 

Oliver Moore.

“Oh, hi,” he said.

“Hi.” For a beat, Norah was stunned, not only with surprise, but with how she’d apparently conjured him. Okay, so maybe she was also staring at him because of how goddamned good-looking he was. Though sorely underdressed, he was easily the handsomest man of the evening. His features were those she’d become familiar with while working with the Moore family: light brown skin, high cheekbones, brown hair with streaks of light in between, and a distinctive sharp jawline. 

He was so handsome that had she not been on the clock, and if he wasn’t a Moore, she might have offered to buy him a drink at the bar. Sadly, it had been years. This black hole of celibacy had not been her choice. For so long, she just hadn’t been in the mood, caught up with starting her life over with Braeden.

This man could fill that black hole.

As if he heard her thoughts, an eyebrow shot up. Then he said, “You’re from upstairs.”

“Yes.” She was still breathless. Then she remembered that in order to access that secondary door, he would have needed a key. She grabbed her phone from the couch and clicked through to her recent calls. Her thumb hovered over the name Up To Code, aka her boss Mr. Kawolski. 

He raised a palm. “Wait. N…no…don’t call anyone."


**About the Authors**

Elle Cruz is an author of contemporary romance. She has a bachelor’s degree in English and doctoral degree in nursing. By day she works in the medical field, but at night she is writing swoon-worthy stories perfect for all the hopeless romantics out there. In addition to being an author, Elle is active in the writing community and loves to mentor and give advice to new authors. She has a supportive husband and two amazing children.

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Maan Gabriel is a mom, wife, dreamer, writer, and advocate for women’s stories in literature. She earned her BA in communications from St. Scholastica’s College in Manila and MPS in public relations and corporate communications from Georgetown University. She has lived in Manila, Brussels, Dakar, and Mexico City. During the day, she works in strategic communications. Gabriel, along with her husband and son, currently calls suburban Washington, D.C. home.

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Filipino American author Maida Malby cooks up foodie, multicultural, and contemporary destination romance stories filled with heat, sizzle, spice, and a whole lotta love. She is a member of select writing groups and romance book clubs. Her To-Be-Read Mountain and book reviews are featured on her website Readers can also find her on Lone Star Literary Life via her regular Texas Reads Romance column.

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Mia Hopkins writes lush romances starring fun, sexy characters who love to get down and dirty. Her award-winning books have been featured by many publications including The New York Times, The Washington Post, USA Today and Entertainment Weekly. She lives in Los Angeles with her family. For more information, please visit or connect with her on social media @miahopkinsxoxo.

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Sarah Smith is a copywriter-turned-author who wants to make the world a lovelier place, one kissing story at a time. Her love of romance began when she was eight and she discovered her auntie's stash of romance novels. She's been hooked ever since. When she's not writing, you can find her hiking, eating chocolate, and perfecting her lumpia recipe.

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Tif Marcelo is a veteran US Army nurse and holds a BS in Nursing and a Master’s in public administration. She believes and writes about the strength of families, the endurance of friendship, heartfelt romances, and is inspired daily by her own military hero husband and four children. She hosts The Stories to Love Podcast, and is the USA Today bestselling author of In a Book Club Far Away, Once Upon a Sunset, The Key to Happily Ever After, which was a Target Diverse Book Club pick, The Holiday Switch, and the Heart Resort and Journey to the Heart series. She and her books have been featured in The Today Show, Shondaland, Real Simple Magazine, The Asian Journal and more!

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