Title: Twisted
Author: Mandi Beck
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 19, 2018
  Three friends walk into a bar . . . One walks out the fake girlfriend of a hot, bearded Scotsman.
Fannin McGuire is up for promotion at Nolan and Krane Enterprises, but first she has to make it through her stepsister’s wedding. To Fannin’s ex. Yep. Her ex-fiancé is about to be her new brother-in-law. One big happy family. And lucky her, she also gets to work with him.
While Fannin is putting all of her energy into her career, her ex is putting all of his energy into making her life hell. Just when Fannin is sure she’ll be attending the wedding without a plus one, in walks Jasper James to save the day. He’s the bartender at the Iron Flask, the account she’s trying to land, and everything she didn’t know she needed or wanted. Before Fannin knows what’s happening, Jasper is playing knight in shining armor and she likes it. And him. A lot. With his smooth Scottish accent, ridiculously good looks, and that beard? She doesn’t stand a chance.
Jasper isn’t in the habit of rescuing anyone. But when Fannin is confronted by her ex about her lack of a date for his upcoming nuptials, Jasper can’t help but step in. Her wild hair, violet eyes, and killer legs have him doing a few things he normally wouldn’t. Never mind that he shouldn’t be getting involved with the woman in charge of making the bar a global success.
Their fake relationship becomes more real than either thought it would. Now they’re at the mercy of their feelings when truths are twisted, and the lies don’t taste as smooth as the whisky.
 
   
 
 
Mandi Beck has been an avid reader all of her life. A deep love for books always had her jotting down little stories on napkins, notebooks, and her hand. As an adult she was further submerged into the book world through book clubs and the epicness of social media. It was then that she graduated to writing her stories on her phone and then finally on a proper computer.
A wife, mother to two rambunctious and somewhat rotten boys, and stepmom to two great girls away at college, she shares her time with her husband in Chicago where she was born and raised. Mandi is a diehard hockey fan and blames the Blackhawks when her deadlines are not met even though her favorite hockey player calls her…mom.
         
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Title: HeartLess
Author: Kristy Love
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 18, 2018
Cover Design: Emily Wittig Designs and Photography
Plan the wedding of the century. Get the job. To hell with the guy.
Bianca Fair’s hard work was paying off. After slaving for years as an event planner, the partnership of her dreams was in her grasp. The respect and admiration of her peers was only a wedding away. All of her carefully crafted plans were falling into place. Finally.
Enter Nash James … heartthrob … sex symbol … rock god … His band was number one on the charts, and he was number one on the freebie list of every woman alive.
Rock music’s “It Boy” was marrying Hollywood’s “It Girl,” and Bianca’s career hung in the balance.
No problem. Piece of cake. She could plan this wedding in her sleep. This was what she thrived on.
Too bad the last time she saw Nash James, he was skipping town after crushing her heart.
And no way in hell could the bride-to-be find out Bianca had loved her fiancé first.
Prologue
Ellie Goulding was the perfect way to start my day. My hips swayed, my steps bounced, blood pumping.
I was an event planner for a prestigious planning company in Pittsburgh. I’d even planned a few events in other countries. I loved it. I loved the way I could break down the events into tiny details and plan them, control every element. I loved the order, the procedure, turning chaos into something beautiful.
My song ended and turned into another song, the collection randomly generated by Spotify. I didn’t immediately recognize the opening bars of the tune, but as soon as the voice filled my ears, I ripped my headphones out and shoved them in my purse. I scowled at my phone, annoyed at it for disrupting my few moments of fun. My heel snagged in the cracked pavement. “Fuck,” I mumbled. I stumbled but was able to regain my balance before I fell flat on my ass.
I turned the music off, my Zen completely ruined. I got to the crosswalk and pressed the button, so I could cross the street. A bus stop shelter was a few feet away from me, and a poster caught my eye. HeartLess at the PPG Paints Arena. I glared at the poster. Not only had they graced my morning jam session, but now they were crashing my city? My good mood from earlier crumbled. I trained my eyes forward and waited for the walk sign to flash, then speed walked across the street as soon as I could.
I opened the door and inhaled a deep breath, centering myself. I had a huge client coming in today, and I needed to be ready. I had no clue who it was or what type of event I’d be planning. My boss, Nadine, had called me yesterday telling me she’d cleared my schedule to take on a last-minute client that needed the ultimate VIP treatment. In her usual fashion, she’d neglected to tell me who it was. It didn’t matter; I’d handle it.
On the fifteenth floor, I smiled at our receptionist who was on the phone. In huge, sweeping letters, As You Wish was etched behind her on a pane of glass. I was filled with pride every time I saw it, knowing I’d taken my passion and made it into a career. Not only had I made it into my livelihood, but I was good at it. Not just good, I was excellent. Clients requested me by name—even sports figures and celebrities.
I went straight to my boss’s office and knocked on her door. “Come in,” she called from behind the closed door.
“Hey, Nadine,” I said. Her brown eyes swept over my body, taking in my appearance. Nadine believed in perfection, and I had no doubt she’d send me back home to change if I didn’t meet her criteria for the day. Well, maybe not home, but definitely to Macy’s to pick up something that satisfied her. I fought the urge to smooth my gray pencil skirt or adjust my burgundy blazer. I didn’t want her to see me squirm. She gave a slight nod of her head, meaning I met her standards and motioned for me to take a seat.
“Are you prepared today, Bianca?” Nadine never beat around the bush. She’d built this company from the ground up and expected nothing less than the absolute best. That’s how I became her right hand; she demanded, and I rose to the occasion. Over the last five years, I’d proven that I delivered—every time. Perfection, professionalism, and punctuality. The three Ps that were Nadine’s mantra.
“Of course.” Really, there was no way for me to prepare. I had no idea who I was meeting with, what type of event it was, or how much time this would take, but I’d never tell Nadine that.
“Good. I want you to take special care of these clients. They’re important and need to be treated with the utmost care and discretion.” She tipped her glasses down her nose, gazing at me over them. “They’re our top priority as a company. Anything you need, you let me know. If they want you to paint the sky purple, you make damn sure you get it done, understood?”
Nerves tingled in my stomach. Whoever these clients were, they were big. “You know you can count on me.”
“That’s why I assigned them to you.” She handed me a manila folder from her desk. There wasn’t any writing on it or any indication of what I was getting myself into. She narrowed her eyes at me. “Everything else you’ve been working on has been handed off to other planners. You are to work on nothing else. If this goes well, we can expect a whole new level of clientele.”
I fought the urge to look in the folder. I was so anxious about who I was going to be working with, but I didn’t want Nadine to know. I portrayed my usual self-control. We’d planned galas, weddings, and birthday parties for some big clients already. A few movie stars, some musicians, and almost all the sports figures in the city came to us. We already had A-list clients. Who was making Nadine so twitchy? “I’ll do everything in my power to make sure they’re satisfied.
Nadine gave me a shrewd smile and pushed her glasses back up her nose. She turned her attention back to her computer screen, her interest no longer in this conversation. “You should head to your office. They’re waiting for you.”
A twinge of annoyance raced along my spine. If these clients were so important, why did Nadine keep me in here to chat? To intimidate me and make me feel like I couldn’t handle these clients? I was early to the office, as I always was. “I thought the appointment wasn’t for another fifteen minutes,” I said as I checked my watch.
“They got here early, Bianca. The bride-to-be is most eager to get started.” Nadine raised her hand from her keyboard and actually shooed me away. Sometimes, I wanted to smack her across her perfectly made-up face.
I didn’t bother saying anything before I slipped out the door. I rushed to my own office and noticed the wall of windows I had separating my space from the rest of the floor were blocked by my drawn blinds. Seeing that, it sunk in that this was no joke. The fact that I knew it was a wedding filled me with a slight amount of dread. I hoped to God she wasn’t going to be a bridezilla. I didn’t have the patience for them with normal clients, but a client that Nadine was so set on pleasing… This could end badly.
I paused briefly outside of my office, tugging down my blazer and smoothing my skirt. I ran my hands over my hair, making sure nothing was out of place. I straightened my posture and plastered my most endearing smile on my face. My planning persona washed over me, making me unflappable, pleasant, and orderly. I opened my door.
“I’m so sorry to have kept you waiting,” I said as I strode across my office. My eyes connected with the female sitting across from my desk and I steeled myself. This client wasn’t just a big name, she was the name. And then…
And then I was leveled by the freight train that was my past.
 From the time she was old enough to form words into sentences, Kristy Love has been writing stories. She attended La Roche College and graduated with a Bachelor's Degree in Professional Writing. When she's not writing, Kristy can be found with her nose stuck in a book or spending time with her family and friends.
She lives with her husband and two girls in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.
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BLURB: Paris changed me. Not the city. The girl. The woman. The center of my world. From the first time we held hands on the school bus, to our first kiss, we carefully moved toward one thing. The day that I'd ask her to be mine. How was I to know that she thought friends couldn't be lovers? I'll prove her wrong. When her world turns upside down, I'll be there. When she's feeling lost, I'll be there. After all, a spark can smolder for years before it begins to burn. 
About Danielle Before becoming a romance writer, Danielle was a body double for Heidi Klum and a backup singer for Adele. Now, she spends her days trying to play keep away from Theo James, who won't stop calling her or asking her out. And all of this happens before she wakes up and faces reality where in fact she is a 50-something mom with grown kids. She's been married longer than Theo's been alive, and she now gets her kicks riding a Harley. As far as her body, she can thank Ben & Jerry's for that, as well as gravity and vodka. But she says that she could never be Adele's backup since she never stops saying the F-word long enough to actually sing. Danielle writes about kickass women with even better shoes and the men that try to tame them (silly, silly men).Stalk Danielle! Amazon: http://amzn.to/2jMFmDi BookBub: http://bit.ly/2zMOfUg Facebook: http://bit.ly/2AL1OYf Goodreads: http://bit.ly/2BHW7aX Instagram: http://bit.ly/2A0hKoj Twitter: http://bit.ly/2iLv9L7 Website: http://www.daniellenorman.com 
Title: The Paris Apartment
Series: Love Nests #1
Author: Sophia Karlson
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: October 19, 2018
Blurb
James Sinclair, a successful trader, keeps his busy life uncomplicated. Work is about all he has time for. Imagine his surprise when he returns to his Paris apartment to find his little sister’s best friend, Mila Johnson, in his bed.
One night of fooling around opens a Pandora’s box which Mila just wants to pry open wider, whereas James just wants to keep the lid on tight. Mila is sweet and innocent and no way is he going to expose her to the real James Sinclair. As his relationship status changes to complicated, James struggles to keep control over his past and his heart. Mila’s teenage fantasy is still larger than life, but James swings between hot and cold. Now that she has him between the sheets, Mila will do anything to keep him there. 
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Excerpt
When James let go of her hand he reached for their coffees. “Do you want to ruin this perfect espresso with sugar?â€
“Yes, please.†Mila needed a bit of a rush which didn’t include James’s body next to hers, or his hands and fingers, which reminded her of that morning.
James spooned some sugar into her black espresso and stirred it. “Here you go. Butter bomb?†he asked as he shifted the plate with pastries closer to her.
“If I have to.†She licked her lips, her mouth watering just looking at the picture-perfect pastries. Her mind could list a hundred reasons why she shouldn’t, health-conscious as she’d been forced to be. But this… she wasn’t going to resist.
He smiled at her. “You have to. You’re in Paris.â€
Caving in, Mila took a bite with a soft moan. “They’re sinful.â€
A soft smile tugged at his lips as he gazed at her, but he said nothing as he ate his own. When he tossed his coffee back and put the cup down, he looked at her, serious now. “What do you want for your life, Mila?â€
She blinked. As if anybody had ever cared. “I want to see the world, and not only from its rugby stadiums.â€
“There’s much more to it, I agree.â€
“I want to find my niche in art. I’ve been floundering lately. I need some visual… inspiration, to find my way back to what I love doing.â€
“And this is why you are in Paris?â€
“The primary reason.â€
He hitched his eyebrows. “I see.†A smile sparkled in his eyes. “You want to elaborate on the secondary… and tertiary reasons?â€
Heat shot to her cheeks. How did he know? Stacey’s freaking to-do list with losing her virginity the first thing on said list. “Already accomplished.â€
He leaned into her, the warmth of his body enveloping hers, making her clench her legs together, overly aware of their thighs that had been rubbing against each other for the past half hour. His lips were at her ear, grazing softly from the top to the soft bud of her earlobe. “I’m glad I could be of service.â€
The sensation of his intimate whisper shot to her core, making her innards pool. “Don’t go there,†she murmured. She wanted to sink and hide under the table. Did he think that she’d used him? Had she? The thought was too much, overridden by that very familiar tingling inside her lower belly. There was a buzz in her body that demanded attention—his attention—as a memory or two of that morning flitted in her mind’s eye. There was only one way to switch this feeling off. By giving in to it.
Oh no no no. She shifted in her chair, breaking the connection between their thighs.
He laughed and leaned back, his hands cupped behind his head. Totally relaxed, his gaze rested on her—soft, but containing something she couldn’t place.
Author Bio
I've always been drawn to the magical escape of books and the journeys they take us on without leaving the comfort of home. I’ve been fortunate to have traveled to France, and this book was inspired by a visit to Paris some years ago. We were walking in some narrow alley in the 1st arrondissement of Paris, when I noticed a door with a single plaque with Club Privé written on it. My imagination got going, and at some point, things got pretty wild. I’ve wanted to write for a long time, but life had plans of its own. I’m grateful to finally have time to write, and love writing contemporary and erotic romance in far-flung settings. Taking readers on a journey of their own with my books is part of the plot. Bon voyage!
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A brooding hockey hunk learns to embrace life—and love—from a single mom who takes the world one puck at a time. “Kelly Jamieson is my go-to author for hockey romance.”--USA Today bestselling author Jami Davenport Big move . . . Jodie’s motto is “Don’t wait for the perfect moment—take the moment and make it perfect.” And that’s just what she decides to do when she moves to Chicago with her two-year-old daughter. Now all Jodie needs is a place to live, and her best friend’s boyfriend has just the answer. Big stick . . . Nick Balachov has zero interest in socializing, partying, or flirting right now. It’s not that he doesn’t like women. He loves them. It’s just that hockey, casual hookups, and hanging out at home are enough for him these days. Now Nick has a big problem—because the woman living in his empty coach house is a major distraction. Big deal? The more Nick tries to keep his distance, the more Jodie needs him—around the house, that is. First he helps with the snowstorm, then the power outage. Nick even finds himself trying to impress her little girl. What the hell is wrong with him? Jodie represents everything Nick doesn’t want. But maybe she’s just what he needs. . . .
 
About Kelly Jamieson Kelly Jamieson is a USA Today bestselling author of over 40 romance novels and novellas. Her writing has been described as “emotionally complex”, “sweet and satisfying” and “blisteringly sexy”. She likes black coffee, white wine and high heels…and of course cheering on her Winnipeg Jets during hockey season!
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Rose
I was on my way to an appointment when my car broke down. I found myself stranded in the middle of nowhere. It was late, dark, and I swore I heard something in the woods. And then he came along, this towering beast of a man who claimed he wouldn’t let anything hurt me, that he’d protect me at all costs … because I was his. Sexy. Deadly. All male. But the one thing on my mind was who would protect me from him? Logan Rose thought she was lost but the truth was she was exactly where she was supposed to be. With me. She needed my help and I was happy to oblige. But I wasn’t being a good samaritan. She was my mate and I was going to claim her. The only obstacle I saw was her willingness to see that she was made to be mine, that giving herself fully to me was exactly how fate had written our story. But I had all the time in the world because when it came to Rose nothing else mattered. 
Logan As soon as I scented her, I knew. She was mine. My mate. I saw her, watched her from the shadows. Rose. I remembered her scent from those rare occasions when I ventured into town, the aroma ingrained in every part of my being. But until now, until she’d come of age, I hadn’t known what she was to me. My mate. Mine. She was so beautiful. I heard her cursing, a fire in her that turned me on. It was obvious she was upset, and my wolf loved that, craved her emotions because I’d been lacking mine for so long. Her red hair moved around her shoulders as the wind picked up. I let my gaze roam her curves, and just like that my cock grew hard, so stiff it fucking ached. I’d never felt this before, never had the desire. Without a mate, I had no arousal. Without my female, I had no need for another. I’d saved myself for her, waited until I’d found her. And if she’d never come … then I would have died without ever knowing a woman’s touch. My mate. She may not have been Little Red Riding hood, but I was the big, bad fucking wolf about to devour her. I growled low, too low for her to hear. She looked so beautiful, pacing back and forth, anger and annoyance rolling off of her in waves. A coyote howled nearby and I watched as she spun around, the scent of her fear strong. She lost her footing, trying to brace herself on the hood of her car, but failing. She fell before I could get to her. I tried to keep the wolf in check, but the bastard wanted out now. I never wanted to be the reason she was frightened. I wanted to always be the one to protect her. 
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Release Date: November 7, 2018 Cover Design: MadHat Books Model: Michael Tranchina Photographer: FuriousFotog SynopsisOfficer Nathan Cox lived by two simple rules: You don’t hurt women and you don’t mess with married ones. A confirmed bachelor, he avoided complications at all costs. Until complications walked through the door in the form of Vanessa Harper. Beautiful, vulnerable…and married.With her husband out on bail for attempting to murder her, Vanessa needed an ally that she could trust. Can she rely on Nathan or will he be like her husband? Sparks ignite and emotions run high with Nathan’s need to protect her, but will he walk away or break his cardinal rule?
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