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Just when I think I have learned the way to live, life changes. 
~ Hugh Prather

Book Boyfriends...

They can be strong and sexy, dark and dangerous, rebellious and reckless or cute and quirky. We love to fall in love with these irresistible heroes and Evernight Publishing has them all!

The authors of Evernight invite you to a Speed Date challenge. Their cowboys, Doms, detectives, millionaires, royalty, vampires, soldiers, shifters, even steam-powered heroes are waiting to meet you on each author website. 50 heroes in 7 days! Are you up for the challenge?

Pull up a chair and get to know every single one. I’d love to introduce you to my hero...


I’m staring at the screen; trying to possibly think of all the reasons Bari Daxter deserves his spotlight. You see, he is a hard man to explain and more so, there’s no possible way to elucidate who the man is. For one, he’s completely different from who he used to be. And two, Bari is not your average, everyday human. He’s much more and he’s the reason the world continues to spin.

Yeah, no shit.

In order to sum up my meaning as easy as I possibly can, the best description I can give you is Bari is a six-foot, four, two hundred and sixty-five pound, man—a black hair and ice blue eyes, cool as the ice caps of Antarctica, Justice Demon.

(Hands brush aside my fingers)

Bari is a mutherfucking God is what he is.

“Bari! In case you’ve missed it, I’m the one writing here.” For the love of …

“And doing a piss poor job at it, if I might add, D.C.”

Heat creeps over my face.  Really, the gall of this man. “Excuse me,” I begin.

“Did you fart?” he asks.

Sputtering, I stare at him in disbelief. This man truly has no shame. If I did not know any better, I’d think the ass of the past has returned.  However, the twinkle in his cobalt eyes, the slight laughter-lines surrounding his eyes, and the twitching of his lips has understanding dawning as I figure out his plan.

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You see, long gone is the tortured man of the past, one who was lost in a world so big. A man who led a team of Special Forces through the dry deserts of Iraq, who ran away from home, tearing out his heart in the process. One who had vivid, painful memories—more so nightmares, if you ask me—of his mother being killed before his eyes. If all of that wasn’t bad enough, he had to watch as his mother was slain by the only hero he had known, one meant to protect and cherish their child—his father.

But things always have a way of growing complicated just when you thought they couldn’t get any worse, right?

Sensing a presence inside his body, something he’d suspected for so long, this inner company rose to the surface—the demon—after he was shot trying to protect his best friend, Mike.

(The chair spins away from the desk.)

I’m a fucking hero. Yeah, people, you’re reading right. Bari Daxter is not only one good-looking hunk of a man. But, he’s also a hero, a God, and he has a really big co--

I hold up the plug for the keyboard, scowling at him. For real now, he has absolutely no shame. 

He frowns at the screen, and then glances over at me.  Dark indigo eyes widen, then narrow on the cord I dangle in my hand.  Bari straightens, rising to his full height.  He turns toward me.

“D.C …” he croons.

Okay, the guy is intimidating as hell.  I step back and force down the lump of fear in my throat. It’s not just Bari’s power, which I feel sliding along my skin like little sparks of electricity, the kind of shock you get when you drag your feet across the carpet during dry, winter months.  But, it’s because even without saying a word, he emits a raw kind of sensuality, one that calls to the submissive in any one, regardless of their gender.

“Don’t D.C. me,” I stammer, attempting, but failing to mimic his voice.  Clearing my parched throat, I try again. “Where’s Mackenzie? Don’t you have somewhere else to be?”

He smiles and it spreads across his face like a slow sunrise. Just because the expression is on the features of a harden male, it makes it no less beautiful. Bari’s a gorgeous man.

“Come on,” he says. “They all want to hear about it.”

“They?” I ask. “It?”  Really, I should know better by now, but yeah, I really did ask.

He crosses his arms across his chest, the smile turning too smug for my liking.  Oh hell …

“Yeah, the guys want something to compare themselves to, and the ladies all love my coc—”

“Bari!” I shout over the last word, my face on fire now.  Laughter dances in his eyes. The sigh that escapes my mouth cannot be contained. This man has done a complete one-eighty in such a short amount of time. Whereas before I was scared he’d bury himself under the hate and despair sitting on his shoulders, he now stands tall, eyes stress-free, laughter open and unrestrained. 

I know the reason for this change, too. It includes a green eyed, petite, yet curvy woman. 

But really, Mackenzie could bring out the best in anyone.  Trust me on this.

Sitting back at the desk, keyboard once again connected, I try to ignore the menacing presence behind me. It’s pretty hard to concentrate though. The weight of him watching me is almost too much.

Unease skitters across my skin like a million spiders picking their way across a field. Sweat pops along my temples, and the screen in front of me goes blurry. Words slide together until it’s a jumble of figures vying for attention.

“Breathe, D.C!”

His words snap my mind and body. I inhale a long gulp of air noisily.  It takes me several moments to get my body under control, but once the oxygen is flowing smooth again, I turn in the chair and face him, crossing one leg over the other.  His gaze dropping to the action does not escape my notice and I raise a brow, and fold my arms across my chest.  I’m not concerned about his wandering eyes though, I know this guy is head-over-heels.

“I need you to leave. Scamper, take off,” I say.

He matches my brow. “Why? You love me.”

I let out a deep breath and pull my eyes from his intense gaze. “I do love you. I love each one of you so much. But right now, I’m trying to make you shine. This is your spotlight and because I adore you so much, I want to make sure I can give you justice. Make sure I show just how bad ass and delectable you are to those who’ll be reading your story.”

“Really, D.C. You don’t have to do much to make me shine. Two minutes into my book, they’ll see it for themselves.”

The arrogant ass.  “Ego, Bari!  Careful, you might not fit your head through the door.”

“Confidence, D.C. But my coc …”

He stops speaking and gives another heart-wrenching smile. “You sure I can’t stick around and help?”

Oh hell, when he asks like that, it kills me to turn him away.

“You’re distracting, Bari.  I can’t concentrate with you here. Intensity is something you’re definitely not lacking in.”

He crosses the floor, takes my chair, and spins me back toward the computer screen. His breath washes over the side of my face as he leans down.

“Then get writing, D.C. And one more thing …”

I’m losing the ability to think with him so close, but I manage a, “What?”

It may have come out all airy, and he laughs in his knowing way, but leans in to give a chaste kiss on my cheek.

“Thank you, and we love you, too.”

With those parting words, I don’t have to look to know he’s done that flashy thing and gone off to terrorize someone else—Tyler most likely. Bari’s words give me pause as my heart turns into melted dark chocolate, all warm and smooth. When he shows affection, really, that’s why I think he would make the best boyfriend. Because when he gives you his full attention, he makes you feel like you are his world.

Settling back at the desk, I take a deep breath and start typing: “All the reasons why Bari would and does make the best boyfriend …”


What’s up for grabs?

•              One lucky hopper will win a KINDLE PAPERWHITE eREADER sponsored by Evernight Publishing.

•              Every book blogger/reviewer site is giving away one free eBook from Evernight (winner’s choice of any eBook from Evernight Publishing’s website).

•              Plus, each author offers their own unique prize! So visit each blog hop stop for a host of fabulous prizes to win.

How to enter?

Who's life did Bari save in Iraq? Be sure you leave the answer and your email address in the comments below to be eligible to win a prize.

Keep hopping to the next author or blogger. After you’ve met each hero click here to vote for your favorite book boyfriend. You’ll earn an extra grand prize entry!

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For my main prize I'm giving away, I've created a basket full of items, to include Bari's book, Feral Craving, a bag of dark chocolate, and a $5 gift card to Evernight Publishing's website.  In order to win this, all you gotta do is follow me on Twitter, if you have it, or Facebook, or share the giveaway. Links are below for easy access!  When you comment with your answer to the question above, be sure to remember to leave your email so I can get in contact with the winner! 

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