Release Blitz: A Rock and a Hard Place by Nikky Kaye with Giveaway (a $50 Amazon gift card, $25 Amazon gift card + a signed paperback of A Rock and a Hard Place)

Title: A Rock and a Hard Place

Author: Nikky Kaye

Genre: Contemporary Romance/Romantic Comedy
 Release Date: August 22, 2019

Blurb

"You should be worshipped. You need to have every inch of your body sucked on like a candy cane. But I'm not the guy to do it."

Get ready for the ultimate beach read! What makes your heart race? 

• Demanding billionaire CEO
• A very special auction
• Marriage of convenience
• Sassy, sarcastic heroines
• Crazy last will and testament
• Sexy single dad with a soldier's instincts
• Not-so-secret baby
• A first time for everything 
• Steamy scenes and dirty deeds
• LOL lines
• ALL THE FEELS

A Rock and a Hard Place is a sizzling, over-the-top duet of contemporary romance novellas. They were briefly published in 2017 as Bought By the Billionaire Brothers and Saved by the Single Dad SEAL, but they were too hot to handle! Now they're back, just in time for the end of summer. Grab a cold drink--you're going to need it! 

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Nikky Kaye writes funny, sexy romance about sassy women in fabulous shoes and the alpha heroes who sweep them off their feet.

In real life, Nikky has dipped her toe in a lot of careers, but her twin boys always come first. When not writing, you may find her brandishing puns and power tools, or wandering through the dollar stores of western Canada.

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Release Blitz and Giveaway: A Model Fiancé by Nikky Kaye

Title: A Model Fiancé

Author: Nikky Kaye

Genre: Contemporary Romance/Romantic Comedy
 Release Date: March 14, 2019

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There are a million reasons why I shouldn’t ask Audrey to pretend to be my fiancée. For a start:

1.    She’s my best friend’s sexy little sister.

2.    She’ll have to travel around the world with me.

3.    The paparazzi will eat her alive.

4.    So will I. 

But I also have a million followers on social media who think we’re already engaged, and there are millions of dollars at stake. 

So what have I got to lose?

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Excerpt

“Tell me, Audrey,” he murmured softly in my ear, “what’s one habit you wish you could break?”

Half a dozen things other flashed through my mind—using a fork and knife for my pizza, flossing my teeth at night while watching TV in bed, other things that irritated my ex. Maybe the biggest habit I needed to break was falling for the wrong men, but even that wasn’t a habit. Once. It happened once. I just happened to do it Olympic-style, and lost everything.

I bit my lip—another habit—before blurting out, “I wish I was more spontaneous.”

Once my life didn’t go to plan with my parents’ death, I made damn sure I planned the rest. It hadn’t worked out. Was it karma? Fate? The gods laughing at me?

“You seemed pretty… free-spirited earlier.”

Was this flirting? “Well, you know,” I laughed uneasily. “What happens in Vegas…”

My earlier show in the lobby with the champagne bottle was the craziest I’d probably acted since… well, ever. I couldn’t deny that it was liberating.

Maybe I needed to be a little wilder.

Maybe I needed to have a fling.

Maybe I needed to remind myself that one of the hottest men in the world was sitting close enough to irradiate my brain cells and make me think naughty thoughts.

The taxi wasn’t so small that we needed to sit hip-to-hip and shoulder-to-shoulder.  His breath was hot at the top of my ear, and I knew that if I just turned my head and tilted my chin…

I shook my head slightly, unable to even look him in the eye. I didn’t have the guts. Dev wasn’t an adolescent boy anymore. Now he probably dated supermodels and movie stars. And me? I had no game. Hell, I’d already lost a few turns in the Game of Life.

“What about you?” I asked him as the car stopped.

 “What about me?” he replied.

He pressed closer, reminding me that I needed to get out of the car before he could. I wriggled over, trying to keep my skirt down and my shoes from slipping off.

Then I made the mistake of turning my head and meeting his gaze, like a kid who can’t help but look at the sun during an eclipse. His lips curved as he leaned his body into mine to make for the door.

My voice was needlessly breathless when I asked him, “Do you have a habit you wish you could stop?”

“Compulsive kissing.”

Author Bio

Nikky Kaye writes funny, sexy romance about sassy women in fabulous shoes and the alpha heroes who sweep them off their feet.

In real life, Nikky has dipped her toe in a lot of careers, but her twin boys always come first. When not writing, you may find her brandishing puns and power tools, or wandering through the dollar stores of western Canada.

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Cover Reveal: A Model Fiancé by Nikky Kaye

Title: A Model Fiancé

Author: Nikky Kaye

Genre: Contemporary Romance/Romantic Comedy
Cover Design: Sarah Hansen, Okay Creation
 Release Date: March 14, 2019

Blurb

There are a million reasons why I shouldn’t ask Audrey to pretend to be my fiancée. For a start:

1.    She’s my best friend’s sexy little sister.

2.    She’ll have to travel around the world with me.

3.    The paparazzi will eat her alive.

4.    So will I. 

But I also have a million followers on social media who think we’re already engaged, and there are millions of dollars at stake. 

So what have I got to lose?

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I sighed heavily as I freed my toes from the death trap heels. “Men have it so easy. You don’t have to put up with this kind of torture. No hair, no make-up to do.”

Dev shrugged. “What can I say? I roll out of bed looking like this.”

My mouth went dry as I pictured him rolling out of bed. In my imagination, he was wearing a lot less than he was now.

By the time we reached the door to my room, I realized I was running out of time to proposition him. I dropped my shoes to rummage through my purse for the key card. Didn’t I just have it, to show the guard at the elevator bank? Yeesh.

Dev waited patiently beside me. He even bent down to pick up my shoes for me. The movement of his head near my waist made me pause. Gah. Trying to ignore the tingling feeling in my stomach, I kept searching. Blindly I felt a few things, but funnily enough I couldn’t find my card—or my courage.

Oh wait, there it was. It was in the side pocket, along with a ton of sexual tension.

I cleared my throat and tried to sound casual. “Uh, do you want to come in? We could catch up… or something?”

“Audrey.”

Something in his voice made me look up from the depths of my bag. His eyes were like obsidian in the light lining the never-ending corridor. When he stepped closer, my back went up against my door.

“Forget I asked,” I murmured.

He ran his thumb over my jaw, and I reflexively tilted my head up to him. He said my name again, his voice even rougher and deeper than before. My bare toes curled against the carpet.

Still buried in my bag, my hand closed around my key. I was running out of time. Without really thinking about it, I popped up on my tiptoes and pressed a kiss to the beard-roughened space between the corner of his mouth and his jaw.

“Thanks for the escort.”

Somehow he moved even closer, because as I went back down on my heels, I found myself flat against the door and his body pressed against mine. It was hot and hard and… oh!

“Audrey?”

“Hmmm?” Was this like Beetlejuice? If he said my name three times in a row, would I come?

I looked up to see him lick his lips. He didn’t need his body to pin me to the door—his gaze did the job well enough.

“Give me your damn key,” he growled.

Author Bio

Nikky Kaye writes funny, sexy romance about sassy women in fabulous shoes and the alpha heroes who sweep them off their feet.

In real life, Nikky has dipped her toe in a lot of careers, but her twin boys always come first. When not writing, you may find her brandishing puns and power tools, or wandering through the dollar stores of western Canada.

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Blog Tour: Once Should Be Enough by Nikky Kaye

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Are friends with benefits worth the cost?

My cocky friend Will doesn't believe that I'm frigid, but what does he know? His promises might make me shiver but it doesn't mean he can give me a happy. He's so confident he's betting me money on it, and a thousand bucks is a lot of money to a poor college student.

Once should be enough to taunt him with "I told you so," right?

But I didn't know he meant trying everything once...

This super hot 25,000-word standalone new adult romance novella has adult language and themes, and a happy ending (several, actually).

A tremor went through me at the feel of his other hand higher up on my back, tracing the line of my spine.

“—a room!”

A nearby shout of laughter burst into my brain, bringing me back to reality. And that reality was that I was, once again, ready to climb Will like a tree in a public place. My face heated. Was I a closet exhibitionist?

“What do you think?” he asked, looking down at me. His eyes were almost black in the dim light of the bar, his mouth swollen from, well, me. I licked my lips.

Our lower halves were molded together as his palm slid further around my ass, to the damp little crease where my thigh started. I moaned. If he just stretched his fingers a little, he could touch—

“Think?” He wanted me to think? His wandering hands were this close to being the only thing holding me upright.

He nodded. “I know; it’s hard right now.”

“Uh huh.”

“Should we?”

“Should we what?”

His lips curved up. “Get a room.”

My earlier nervousness bubbled up again. As I started to look at the floor again—I think I had memorized the tile pattern by now—he broke his hands off my backside and tipped my chin up.

“Hey. We will do whatever you want,” he assured me.

And I believed that he meant it, that he would willingly go home with blue balls from hell if I stopped this. But if he was feeling anything like I was, we were standing at the top of the stairs with that Slinky again. I wanted—no, needed—him to push me over. He was just waiting for the word from me. Or maybe he wanted me to push him over this time.

“What do you want to do?” I asked him.

Yes, I was being passive-aggressive. I wanted to give him an out. Will may be an admitted pervert, but he was also a gentleman. He would never…

“I already told you,” he said. “I want to fuck you, however and wherever you want. Whenever, too, but now is good for me.”

“Here?” I squeaked.

“No. I need you in private.” He leaned close to my ear, letting out a dark chuckle. “I want to do things to you that are illegal in many states, and definitely against the health code, even in this place.”

If he could devour me whole with just his gaze, he would. I’d never felt so overwhelmed by just someone looking at me—into me—like my skin was made of glass. His breath was coming as short and fast as mine, as we both considered what those secret, wicked things would be.

“But I will wait, if it’s not tonight. Fuck, I’ll even take you out first. But I’m not waiting for the third date or anything like that,” he warned. “I’ve already gotten you out of your underwear.”

“I wasn’t wearing any.”

Nikky Kaye is almost my real name. I’m a former Film professor who likes more than her movies to be black and white. Sadly, the world doesn’t work that way. I have worked with movie stars, Ivy League brainiacs, and the United Nations—all of which means that I’m familiar with ass-kissing, power struggles, greed and faking it. In my spare time I parent 5 year-old twin boys, serve on the board of an independent cinema, and run a medical consulting company.

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Release Day Blitz: Once Should Be Enough by Nikky Kaye

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Are friends with benefits worth the cost?

My cocky friend Will doesn't believe that I'm frigid, but what does he know? His promises might make me shiver but it doesn't mean he can give me a happy. He's so confident he's betting me money on it, and a thousand bucks is a lot of money to a poor college student.

Once should be enough to taunt him with "I told you so," right?

But I didn't know he meant trying everything once...

This super hot 25,000-word standalone new adult romance novella has adult language and themes, and a happy ending (several, actually).

“Let me ask you something,” he said, squinting his eyes at me. I nodded hesitantly, and his hands splayed out further on my face. His thumbs drew together to almost touch under my chin, and his pinky fingers grazed my earlobes, sending a ripple down my spine. It was like he was studying the shape of my jaw, the line of my throat and the curve of my cheekbones.

“Have you ever been aroused?”

My eyes widened. “Uh, I suppose so? I’m not a virgin,” I reminded him. Technically.

He scowled. “You can have sex without being aroused, though it’s sure as fuck a bad idea. And you can most definitely be aroused without having sex.”

I opened my mouth to say something then closed it, to which he raised an eyebrow.

“Do you want me to list the clinical symptoms?”

No, I didn’t. His hands trailed down my neck, the pads of his thumbs coming to rest in the hollow at the base of my throat. Hopefully he couldn’t feel my heart racing.

“Maybe I’m asexual,” I suggested, a lump forming in the back of my throat. “I mean, I’ve never even gone to a bar and thought someone was hot.” I felt like such a freak. “Aren’t girls my age supposed to get drunk and want to get laid?”

He tilted his head one way, then the other, examining me. “It’s possible,” he granted. “But I doubt it. You’re getting turned on right now.”

“No…”

“Arousal is a physical reaction to stimulus, as well as a mental one.” While he spoke, his thumbs traced my collarbone on either side, back and forth, like he was rubbing a lucky penny in his pocket. “It’s easier to become aroused by someone you feel comfortable with already,” he informed me as I let out a little hum.

Then he must be wrong, I thought. I was feeling distinctly uncomfortable right now, like a cat whose fur was being rubbed the wrong way.

Bending his head towards me, he took me by surprise with a soft kiss to the corner of my mouth.

“What are you doing?” Oh god.

He leaned in again to kiss the other side of my mouth, but I was frozen in place.

“Testing your theory,” he said against my lips.

Nikky Kaye is almost my real name. I’m a former Film professor who likes more than her movies to be black and white. Sadly, the world doesn’t work that way. I have worked with movie stars, Ivy League brainiacs, and the United Nations—all of which means that I’m familiar with ass-kissing, power struggles, greed and faking it. In my spare time I parent 5 year-old twin boys, serve on the board of an independent cinema, and run a medical consulting company.

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