Out of My League
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Title: Dark Prince
Author: Michelle Hercules
COVER DESIGN: Michelle Hercules
PHOTOGRAPHER: Michelle Lancaster (@lanefotograf)
MODEL: Chase Mattson
About Dark Prince:
There are only two ways a human can cross the gates of Bloodstone Institute: as a familiar to one of the blueblood vampires who attend the elite school or as a snack.
I’m neither, but I have to get in at all costs. My brother made a big mistake, and now I have to fix it by stealing from the most powerful and cruel vampire to ever come to Bloodstone, Lucca Della Morte. If that wasn’t almost suicidal, I need to get it done before the spell concealing my human nature wears off.
But I forget that I’m only pretending to be a vampire. I’m still human and susceptible to Lucca’s dangerous allure. His darkness calls to my soul. His savagery makes my blood sing. I’m falling for the dark prince, craving him in a visceral way that’s frightening and exciting at the same time.
If he discovers my secret, he’ll destroy me. And yet, I can’t help wanting to get closer. I never thought I had a death wish until I met him.
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Havoc. That’s the name of this club. Appropriate. It’s dark, loud, and brimming with humans more than ready to satiate my hunger. It took me a while to get used to the noise. Night entertainment sure as shit has changed since the last time I was awake.
My latest snack is passed out on the VIP couch, utterly spent. Feeding and fucking go hand in hand, but unlike the human currently snoring next to me, I’m far from satisfied. My strength has returned, and thanks to all the blood I’ve drunk already, I’m almost caught up on what I missed in the past ninety-five years. Blood remembers.
Opposite me, Saxon is busy getting it on with some random girl. Ronan and Manu have disappeared to I-don’t-know-where. So much for my reawakening party. That’s my inner circle in a nutshell—a bunch of assholes. Not that I’m any better.
I catch the attention of the nearest bouncer, signaling him to get rid of the passed out human. I’m ready for the next one.
Not a minute later, I find my new target. A pretty little thing in black leather is walking over, carrying one single shot on her tray. Slender yet curvy in all the right places, blonde hair cascading down her back, and full lips begging to be tasted, she’s exactly what I need.
Immediately, my fangs descend, and my cock hardens. I watch her approach, not hiding the hunger that’s surely shining in my eyes now. When she stops in front of me, I can hear how fast her heart is beating; I can smell her fear.
Most humans who come to these places aren’t afraid of us. They know exactly what we want, and they give it willingly in the hopes of being turned. Little do they know we no longer have that power.
“What’s your name, sugar?” I ask, not hiding the craving in my voice.
“Re-Rebecca.” She clutches the tray harder while tremors run through her body.
A lie. That’s not her name. I’m not surprised she wasn’t truthful. She’s not afraid; she’s gripped by terror, which makes her even more alluring to me. I’m a predator after all.
Not taking my eyes off her face, I run my fingers up her naked legs. “What do you have for me, Rebecca?”
She doesn’t answer for a couple of beats. In fact, she’s not even breathing. I suspect she might bolt out of here at any second.
“A special shot. On the house,” she finally replies.
My lips curl into a grin. I was wondering when Derek Blackwater, the owner of Havoc, would send me a welcome gift. He was the last human to be turned into a vampire, and thus, he’s almost as old as I. But that’s as far my knowledge of his dark past goes. The guy is a mystery.
“Is that so?” My hand disappears underneath her skirt, and when I squeeze her ass, she gasps.
“Yes,” she breathes out.
My pulse skyrockets. Damn it. It’s normal to be thirstier soon after an awakening, but my reaction to this human is stronger than I anticipated.
With shaking hands, she hands over the shot glass. I don’t know what kind of drink this is, but I’m past the point of caring. I throw my head back and drink it in one single gulp. Immediately, my head becomes fuzzy.
With a frown, I stare at the empty glass, seeing double. “What the hell?”
I sense someone yank on my necklace, a piece of jewelry I never take off. The fucking human is trying to steal from me. My movements are sluggish now, which means she laced my drink with vampire’s bane.
The necklace chain snaps at the same time that I manage to get over the poison’s effect. I’m fully recharged, thanks to my ninety-five-year nap, and thus, I’m less susceptible to vampire’s bane’s effects. The thief is about to take off, but I grab her wrist, digging my nails into her soft skin, drawing blood. A single whiff of her scent changes everything. My vision turns crimson, my eyes zero in on her neck, and my ears only hear the sound of her blood pumping in her veins.
The desire to sink my fangs into her soft skin is no longer about retribution. This is pure and raw bloodlust.
I jump from the couch, trapping the girl between my arms. She struggles, she screams, but no one will come to her aid.
Sudden pain shoots up the back of my head, clearing my vision for a second. The human is pulled from me by Saxon, and then Manu is blocking my way.
“What the hell, Lucca! I leave you alone for a moment, and that’s what you do?” Her golden eyes are glowing in the dark, showing how angry she’s with me.
“She poisoned me with vampire’s bane,” I grit out, trying to control the feral instinct that’s demanding I rip the human’s throat to shreds.
“Let me go!” She fights Saxon’s hold.
“Take it easy, sweet cheeks. You’re not going anywhere.”
I don’t dare to move. I’m not over the bloodlust yet. I haven’t succumbed to it since the worst evening of my life centuries ago. Why now?
“What’s this?” Saxon pulls an object from the girl’s grasp.
“My necklace,” I say. “Bitch came here to steal from me.”
Saxon lobs it in my direction, and then Manu whirls around, displaying her talon-like nails. Fuck. Now she wants a piece of the human too.
No. She’s mine.
“Who sent you here?” my sister asks the girl.
The thief doesn’t have a chance to reply. Ronan comes running, his face twisted in the deepest frown and his entire body exuding anger. He spares a fleeting glance at the puny human in Saxon’s grasp and then turns to me.
“We’ve got company,” he says. “Tatiana’s sycophants are here.”
Damn everything to hell. They had to show up now. I could simply kill the human with a single blow and be done with retaliation. But my body immediately rejects that idea. I can’t do it.
With regret, I turn to Saxon. “Forget her.”
His eyebrows furrow while he watches me as if I’d lost my mind. I’m not sure I haven’t. Releasing someone who poisoned me and tried to steal from me is not my MO, but my revenge will have to wait. I have an older debt to settle and a message to send.
About Michelle Hercules:
Michelle Hercules always knew creative arts were her calling but not in a million years did she think she would become an author. With a background in fashion design she thought she would follow that path. But one day, out of the blue, she had an idea for a book. One page turned into ten pages, ten pages turned into a hundred, and before she knew, her first novel, The Prophecy of Arcadia, was born.
Michelle Hercules resides in The Netherlands with her husband and daughter. She is currently working on the Legends of Gattica series.
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Title: Empowerment: An Indie Love Anthology
Authors: Jade West ~ Anna Edwards ~ Lizzie James ~ SK Clarke ~ Laura Morgan ~ Alice La Roux and TA Andrews
Genre: Multi-Genre (Contemporary/Dark/PNR)
Release Date: April 5, 2020
the process of becoming stronger
Join us in celebrating empowerment in its many forms with this collection of tales from Indie Love. There’s something for everyone, from dark and paranormal to contemporary romance.
This anthology explores what it means to overcome the feeling of powerlessness, to grow, to push personal boundaries and to fight back. If you want fierce women who refuse to be held down in the quest for mastery over their lives, then Empowerment has just what you need.
Kind of Famous
The moon shone bright, but Shane’s eyes remained dark as the deepest ocean. He blinked twice and ran his thumb down my cheek to my chin. I confess that I’d had some illicit fantasies about the guys in the band, but I’d never felt the one-two punch to the gut that I got when his hand slid around the back of my neck and he pulled me forward to press his lips against mine.
He drew back, slowly enough that his lips continued to touch mine for a lingering moment, and I opened my eyes before he did. He looked like he’d tasted ice cream for the first time and wanted to savor it. My mind reeled with questions, and I had this crazy thought that I wished he were more famous so I’d have read something about him on the Internet before, so I’d know who he was and what I might be getting myself into.
If he were like Adam, I’d know to grab hold of him and never let go. If he were like Noah, I wouldn’t want to give him the time of day.
But those lips.
A tiny smile lit his face. “Should I apologize again?”
With that, I threw caution to the wind and twisted both hands into his T-shirt. He laughed when I pulled him back into a less hesitant kiss, but his laughter stopped when my tongue brushed his, and he spun us around so he could press me up against the metal door behind us.
It had been a long time since I’d been physical with a man. Way too long.
Shane’s lips teased mine, and I felt like I’d lived in a desert my whole life, never knowing that water existed. Suddenly I’d fallen into a deep pool. It might turn out to be an oasis, or I might drown, and I didn’t care. My fingers traced his cheek, then brushed his neck, and his body responded in shivers. He lifted the edge of my shirt and explored my lower back, creeping up my spine until he reached my bra.
I’d lost track of where we were. Everything was him. His mouth on mine. His hands on me. His skin. His . . . I gasped. He pressed harder into me, and I ground back, need flaring inside me.
He took the first step away. “Layla.” The fact that his voice came out ragged and breathless only made me want to tear his shirt off and spend the next ten hours licking every inch of him while he said my name.
Contemporary Romance & Women's Fiction
Date Published: 3/30/2020
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
CAMELLIA HOLIDAY wants it all – love, family, and a career in fashion design. At twenty she snagged a dream job with one of the top designers in New York. However, scandal in the fashion world unravels her life when her boss is accused of stealing a famous fashion ingénue’s designs. Entangled in the sordid mess and with her fashion future in ruins, Camellia decides to return home to Serenity Island to start over and be with family. The downside? She must face her past, which include her ex-fiancé Noah and her longtime nemesis Trina who both seem determined to ruin any chance of reconstructing her life.
Old rivals, new love, and a needed do-over challenge Camellia to design a new, stronger self. It will take home, family and caring for a young boy to help her find the right path and make the right choices.
About the Author
Kathryn Long is a retired teacher and novel-reading addict who loves weaving intricate details together into stories readers can’t help but enjoy. When writing and the creative muse take a break, this author loves to travel, especially to warm, sunny beaches, and to watch heart-wrenching movies with happy endings.
Kathryn lives in the City of Green located in northeast Ohio with her husband and little pooch Max. She is a member of Sisters in Crime and International Thriller Writers. Besides her contemporary romance WHEN I CHOOSE, Kathryn has several other published works, including romantic suspense A DEADLY DEED GROWS, and her more recent release, BURIED IN SIN, a murder mystery set in the rural Allegheny Forest of NW Pennsylvania.
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“I’m the new Community Chair for Delta. I was just setting up our dates for our build.” Her expression softened and she said, “That’s wonderful, congratulations. Do you know who you’re building for?”
“It’s a home for a deserving Veteran,” I replied, and I swear, I could hear the pride in my voice. “It’ll be gifted mortgage-free to a woman who served three tours in Iraq before being medically discharged. She’s a wife and mother, and she and her family are currently homeless. Can you believe it. I mean, what an amazing program to offer.”
We hadn’t even started yet, and I already felt like today was the beginning of what would be one of the most important things I’d ever do in my life.
Emma smiled at me.
Sure, I’d seen her smile before. Talking to Karrie and Wes, hell, even with Trixie. But it was the first time she’d ever looked at me that way.
She was gorgeous, and I felt oddly humbled.
“It is a wonderful organization and the staff here in particular are so dedicated and kind. I think you’ll really enjoy yourself.”
“So do I,” I admitted. “What about you? Are you volunteering?”
Emma nodded and I was struck again by how effortlessly beautiful she was.
No makeup. Hair up in a messy bun. Wearing a well-worn U of M hoodie and a long brown skirt with Birkenstocks. She looked like she’d walked straight out of my dreams and into my parents’ worst nightmare.
Which meant she was perfect.
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Title: Assassin's Game
Series: Assassins #4
Author: Ella Sheridan
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: March 30, 2020
Iâm the genius behind the keyboard, the man at my brothersâ backs when trouble comes calling. Killing might not have been my nature, but I learned to do what I had to, to survive. To keep them alive.
Now, with everything going right, with my family finally happy, a new threat has risen. A shadow. A menace that could take it all away in a single breath.
And not just from my family. From hers.
One glance and I knew Iâd walk through fire to make her see me, make her mine. Too bad sheâs not willing to see inside of me.
In a world where might makes right, weâre on different sides of the spectrum, but in this game of cat-and-mouse, it will take both of us to make it out alive.
The silence between us built as I waited for him to speak, and a warm flush crept up my neck and onto my cheeks. Finally I risked a sideways glance.
Eli was staringâat me.
âWhat?â I gathered my bowl and plate, silverware, but couldnât step away without looking at him again. âEli?â
He shook his head. âI was justâ¦â Another shrug showcased the thick muscles beneath his thin T-shirt. âI was trying to figure out what it is about you.â
The thump of my heartbeat got harder against my ribs. âWhat is what about me?â
He turned, planting a hip against the counter as he continued to stare. âEvery time I look at you, itâs like a magnet,â he said, âpulling me back time and again. I noticed it at the restaurant. Couldnât stop thinking about it. About you. And nowâ¦â
Every cell in my body screamed at me to run, hide, get awayâand yetâ¦ âNowâ¦what?â
âNow I know about youâa little of what youâve been through, what you do, how you love your team.â
âTheyâre my family.â The amber glow of his gaze had me dropping mine.
Why was I looking at the floor? I wasnât shy. I didnât lack strength or confidenceâmaybe had a little too much sometimes, actually. And yet that lookâ¦ God. It was his intensity, the way his gaze crawled inside me and uncovered things I didnât want to think about, didnât want to feel. Especially right now.
I couldnât bear it; Eli Agozi was too much. Too big a threatâto me, personally, my emotions, my thoughts. He pulled me down paths I couldnât afford to follow. Mere hours in his presence and I knew.
He was the biggest risk I couldnât afford to take.
âI donât think itâs only that they became your family, though itâs partly that. Itâs also just who you are, Beautiful.â Eli leaned close until his nose barely brushed mine. Too close. âYou fascinate me, Mikaela. Iâm not sure why, and Iâm definitely not certain where it will end, but I do know one thing: itâs gonna be a hell of a ride.â He nudged my nose, one side of his mouth tugging up. âI canât wait.â
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Born and raised in the Deep South, Ella writes romantic suspense, erotic romance, and hot BDSM contemporaries. Start anywhereâevery book may be read as a standalone, or begin with book one in any series and watch the ties between the characters grow.
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Title: Forbidden Desire
Series: Confessions of a Trophy Wife #1
Author: L.M. Mountford
Genre: Steamy Dark Romance/Erotica
Release Date: April 4, 2020
He closed the gap, his big hand moving to gently rest on her denim encased thigh. âI prefer more mature women. Women who know what they want and how to get it.â
To all the rest of the world, Elizabeth Clarke had it all.
A successful husband. A beautiful home. And now a son off to university.
She is a perfect housewife with the perfect life.
Itâs a lie.
Her husband is a lying, drinking philanderer who hates her as much as she loathes him. Her home is beautiful, but empty, nothing more than a gilded cage to keep her trapped in a world she never wanted.
That is, until he came back into town.
Her sonâs best friend.
Heâs hot, young, and so forbidden.
Elizabeth knows she should stay away, but when the devil comes knocking on her door in the middle of the night, whatâs a poor neglected trophy wife to do?
Forbidden Desire is a super hot older woman / younger man romance. It has a HEA, NO Cliffhanger and all the steam you have come to expect from the Lord of Lust.
Oh God, was that monster his cock or did he just stick a bloody cucumber down his trousers?
Furiously scrubbing her hair with the towel, Elizabeth felt her cheeks burning at the memory of the appendage straining against Hughâs trousers.
Oh fuck, heâs huge â¦ Did I do that to him?
The thought came out of nowhere and sent a pulse of heat straight down to her clit. Shocked, she immediately tried to brush it aside, but then couldnât help remembering the way heâd been watching her, the hot predatory gleam in his eyes as he'd looked her over.
She knew that look. It was a hot look, dark and hungry. Sultry and very, very dangerous in the eyes of a young stud.
Sheâd seen it a lot when she was younger. On Saturday nights out when she went out to hit the town with her girlfriends. The clubs and bars would be thronged with packs of men whoâd watch them with that same look. Like packs of wild dogs, eyeing up a fresh juicy bit of meat. Some of Patrick's mates had given her that same look over the years too, when theyâd had a few too many and were likely to get handsyâ¦
But to see Hugh giving her that same look. No, it couldnât be.
Sheâd known him and his mother for years, since he and Victor were kids in playschool. He was young enough to be her son. He was her friendâs son, and her own sonâs best friend. And she was too old for him, much too old.
Iâm old enough to be his mother.
Her heart leapt at the husky voice.
Aimlessly scrubbing her hair, she swung around to find Hugh standing in the doorway, holding two steaming mugs. The vision was as breath-taking as it had been when he had been standing in the doorway. The image of him, in those casual distressed jeans and tight shirt, radiating such raw masculinity, an alpha male at ease in his territory, made her long to be twenty years younger.
He placed them on the coffee table.
âStill lots of milk and three sugars, right?â
Placing the towel over the headrest of one of the two matching armchairs that encircled one side of the table, she sat in one corner of the sofa that sat opposite. Able to practically feel the heat of his eyes on her skin through her clothes, she picked up the mug and sipped. Sweet and just that little bit shy of hot. Perfect.
Elizabeth sipped and sipped, until she knew she couldnât avoid talking to Hugh any longer without seeming rude. Then she mentally kicked herself. She was being ridiculous.
This was Hugh, just Hugh. It didnât matter that he had grown into a smouldering and sexy-as-hell Adonis. It was still Hugh. She focused on that, trying to think of the little boy sheâd use to watch play in the park.
âSo, Jen and Mike took off to the sun and gave you run of the house, huh? Whereâd they go?â
âGran Canaria,â he answered, sitting beside her. As it was a two-seater, there was just enough room on the sofa for them both. Just. âDad scored a big commission, so they rented a condo out there for the month to celebrate.â
âLucky for someâ¦â Elizabeth could feel herself shaking from his closeness. His tone was offhand and casual, but the way the smokiness of his voice curled around the words, he might as well have been whispering dirty fuck-me-talk right in her ear. âSo, does this mean you've finished your pupillage?â
He picked his own mug up off the glass tabletop. âYep, Iâm now a fully certified and experienced lawyer.â
âThatâs great.â Her breath caught as he drank, her eyes immediately fixing on the subtle movements of his throat as he swallowed. Then she noticed his eyes, those intense, baleful blue eyes, burning bright against the inky dark of his pupils, watching her over the rim. She quickly looked away. âWhat are you going to do now? Take a break here while your parents are away then head off back to the city? Get snapped up by some big firm and become a hotshot city lawyer? I could just see you in the Old Bailey. Parading around in your robe and wig, then hitting the streets with your expensive tailored suits and flash super car. You were always a flash git, even when you and Victor were kids.â
âOuch,â he mocked a hurt look. Then, putting the mug down, he rounded on her, the force of his presence enough to have her edging back into the sofa. âNo, actually Iâm here to stay. I took a job with a small firm down in Taunton. And Iâm not involved in criminal law. I handle insurance.â
âYeah, insurance, and a bit of property law. Itâs less glamorous but steadier.â As he spoke, Elizabeth couldnât help noticing he was edging closer. âAnd my clients arenât likely to throw acid in my face if I canât get them off.â
Their growing proximity had awareness tingling through her arms, and heat gathering in the pit of her belly. âFair point. So, youâve just moved back into your old room? Arenât you a bit â¦ err big for that now?â
âA little.â He teased and actually winked at her. âThatâs why Iâm kipping in the spare room while I look for a place of my own.â
He was getting closer, too close.
âWell it shouldnât take long to find somewhere, if you know where to look. You know, there are some very nice places over my way.â Fuck, why had she said that.
âI remember.â His voice lowered, growing hotter like the space between them. âYouâll have to show me around, give me the grand tour.â
In spite of herself, Elizabethâs heart leapt at the idea.
âSure, pop round anytime youâre free and Iâd be happy to show you the neighbourhood.â God, what was she saying? She really needed to stop talking now. But she couldnât stop herself, it had just come out as her mind swam with the thought of him and her, alone, that body pushing up against her, all hard and male, his wicked mouth doing unspeakable things.
No, this wasnât good. She needed to get things onto a safer ground. âI know Victor would love it. You havenât seen him in ages. And itâs such a great place to start a family, Iâm sure your girlfriend will love it.â
He smirked, as if he could see how close she was to snapping. And revelled in it. âWell, that sounds great, all I need to do now is to find a wife.â
âOh, so thereâs no oneâ¦â
âOh, thereâs someone,â he said. âThere has been for a long time. She just doesnât know it, yet.â
Elizabeth felt a lump developing in her throat, her heart racing like a bird in a cage. âWell, Iâm sure sheâs a very special girl.â
âShe is, but Iâm not really interested in girls.â He closed the gap, his big hand moving to gently rest on her denim encased thigh. âI prefer more mature women. Women who know what they want and how to get it."
She wanted him.
Wanted to touch him, taste him, bite him.
Wanted to lick her way down those delicious abs, tear those damn jeans off with her teeth, and suck his big fucking cock until-
He kissed her hungrily, all heat and instinct.
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A self-confessed tiger fanatic, L.M. Mountford was born and raised in England, first in the town of Bridgwater, Somerset, before later moving to the city of Gloucester where he currently resides. A fully qualified and experienced scuba diver, he has travelled across Europe and Africa diving wrecks and seeing the wonders of the world.
Title - Screw: A Hell's Handlers and No Prisoners MC Crossover
Series - Hell's Handler's #8
Author - Lilly Atlas
Genre - MMF/MC Romance (Standalone)
Release Date - March 31, 2020
Jazmine lives with secrets she buries beneath conservative clothing and avoidance of relationships. Those secrets are just one reason she spends months resisting the advances of the Hellâs Handlersâ resident flirt, Screwball. Mostly, she canât stand Screwâs constant parade of one-night stands and inability to be serious. But the man is charming, and her resolve is only so strong. When Gumby, a romantic interest from Jazzâs past, returns to her life, she suddenly finds herself stuck between two men who hate each other on sight yet seem inexplicably drawn together.
As the new enforcer for the Hellâs Handlers Motorcycle Club, Screwball faces a challenge heâs avoided his entire life: the heavy weight of leadership. Now heâs in charge of protecting his club as threats from an enemy MC mount. Even though he doubts himself, Screw wants the opportunity to prove his worth to his brothers. Meanwhile, he also finds himself attracted to Jazz in a way heâs never experienced. When Jazzâs eye-catching biker from Arizona shows up in town, Screw finds himself wondering if a future full of commitment might be worth leaving his comfort zone.
Having grown up with a brutal father who spoke with his fists, Gumby learned early to suppress certain sides of himself. When he crosses the country in search of a woman he canât shake from his head, he not only finds her in danger but the object of one very appealing enforcerâs desire. He soon discovers denying his true identity can be impossible when faced with real temptation.
Can three wounded souls overcome their baggage in time to save the Hellâs Handlers MC and their relationship?
Lilly Atlas is a contemporary romance author, proud Navy wife, and mother of two spunky girls. By day she works as a physical therapist for a hospital in Virginia. Lilly is an avid romance reader, and expects her Kindle to beg for mercy every time she downloads a new eBook. Thankfully, it hasnât happened yet, and she can often be found absorbed in a good book.
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#1 New York Times, #1 USA Today, and #1 Wall Street Journal Bestselling author Helen Hardtâs passion for the written word began with the books her mother read to her at bedtime. She wrote her first story at age six and hasnât stopped since. In addition to being an award winning author of contemporary and historical romance and erotica, sheâs a mother, a black belt in Taekwondo, a grammar geek, an appreciator of fine red wine, and a lover of Ben and Jerryâs ice cream. She writes from her home in Colorado, where she lives with her family. Helen loves to hear from readers.
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