Title: Dirty Deals
Series: Devils Kings MC #2
Author: Nicole James
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: July 9, 2020
Iâm the president of the Devil Kings Atlanta MC. With a fractious club to rebuild and a revolving door on my bedroom, the last thing I need is 5â4â of sex-on-a-stick trouble.
When a mysterious beauty shows up with her playmateâs body, dark soulful eyes and a bagful of cash, Iâm willing to make an exception.
I donât fully trust her, but she needs my help.
Things are finally good. I am one of the best high-roller hostesses on the strip. But Iâve lived in Las Vegas two years and have yet to unpack my bags. Why? Because shit always goes sideways.
I should have known this time would be no different.
When Iâm asked to hostess a private poker game at a mega exclusive hotel penthouse, I end up in the proverbial wrong place at the wrong time.
Iâm the soul witness to a double murder and Iâm suddenly on the run again, but this time Iâm running for my life.
I get as far as Atlanta before my Porsche blows a tire.
Thatâs when he shows up. Dangerous. Drop-dead gorgeous. Scary badass biker. One I canât take my eyes off. Maybe this town is as good as any to lay low.
When trouble tracks me down, I want to run again. But he has other plans.
Heâll protect meâfor a price.
My willing body in his big bedâall night, every night.
Thatâs the dirty deal he offers.
Dare I accept?
Where the President of the Devil Kings is involved, there are no rules.
But Iâll stand toe-to-toe with him and make it out of this bargain with my heart intact. Because in the end, running is what I do best.
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He locks the door and prowls toward me.
âThatâs a real pretty dress, Hot Rod.â His eyes sweep over me. âYou want to keep it in one piece, you better take it off quickly. If I do it, itâs gonna be in tattered shreds on the floor. Thatâs how badly I want you.â
His eyes promise all kinds of thingsâdark things, dangerous things. Heâs seducing me, and he hasnât even touched me yet.
I take a step back, then another, enjoying the hunt, disobeying his demand. His eyes fall on the pulse I can feel beating in my throat. He stalks me across the room until I come up against the dresser. He stops two feet away. He reaches out, and his callused fingertips glide along my collarbone. My skin tingles in response, heat flames through my body like wildfire, and I tremble.
âI really want to see whatâs under this dress,â he murmurs, his voice a seductive lure as he dips his head closer to mine.
âDoes every girl you bring in here fall at your feet?â I whisper, wondering just how special I am.
Those hypnotic eyes of his drift along my throat, and his finger brushes where my rapid pulse beats. He moves closer, inching forward, crowding my space as his head inclines toward mine. He dips down, his nose brushing along mine and his voice goes rough. âWant to know what I think?â
âWhat?â I breathe.
âI think you look beautiful at my feet, staring up at me with those dark eyes I could drown in. Makes my dick hard thinking of the last time you were on your knees, taking me deep down your pretty throat.â He skates his hand up my neck, encircling it, cuffing it, bringing my jaw up until our mouths are a breath apart. âAnd I think youâre absolutely dying for another taste.â
I lick my lips. I canât deny it, any of it.
âLet me see whatâs under that dress, beautiful.â He drags his fingertips along the neckline, and Iâm powerless to resist. I pull the dress off my shoulders, and it flutters over my body to pool on the floor.
His eyes drag over every inch of me, and they light up with liquid desire. He sucks in a breath and steps back to take it all in.
My breasts are bare, my nipples tight with arousal. Iâm wearing a tiny G-string panty under the garter belt and lace-topped stockings, all in a golden glimmer.
The gold stiletto heels with their sexy straps finish it off.
âFucking hell, woman. Youâre a walking wet dream. Every manâs fantasy.
I stand, slightly at a disadvantage, as heâs still fully clothed. It tilts the power balance in his favor. Although, seeing the need in his eyes, I may have the power over him right now. He wants me badly. I up the ante and whisper in a throaty seductive voice, âI bought it for you, baby.â
His eyes flare at my words, and he reaches for me.
He threads his fingers into my hair, fisting it, and tugs, tilting my head until I have no choice but to meet his eyes. His fingers curl around the back of my neck, commanding and possessive and my insides melt.
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Nicole James is a USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling author who loves writing about hot alpha men who'll do anything for the women they love! Her stories are filled with struggle, conflict and real human emotion. She is the author of the Evil Dead MC series, the Brothers Ink Tattoo series and more.
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Title: Dark Tide
Series: Inland Seas #5
Author: Gwyn McNamee
Genre: Modern Pirate Romantic Suspense
Release Date: July 9, 2020
There is no black and white in this life.
The line between right and wrong blurs.
Iâm constantly crossing it.
Saving a life is just as easy as taking one.
And Iâm damn good at both.
Finding a woman who can survive in this world was never on the radar.
But Gabriella pulls me from the bottom of a bottle and touches me in a way no one else can.
Too bad secrets and lies have a way of catching up with everyone.
How did I end up here, slinging drinks at a dive bar in the middle of nowhere?
The choices that brought me to this were never even a glimmer of possibility only a few years ago.
How things can change so fastâ¦
And now, my path puts me on a collision course with Orion Gates.
His bigger-than-life size and personality should be a warning.
The profession heâs chosen should be the ultimate final straw.
But instead, I find myself unable to resist his pull.
A decision that could lead to the end of all of us.
Rion and Gabriella.
Lust and lies.
Betrayal and ruin.
This tide may drown everyoneâ¦
When I reach Rion, I lean forward and rest my elbows on the bar. âWhat can I get for you, stranger? Your usual?â
I've never seen him drink anything other than IPA, though he sometimes varies his brand.
His lips curl slightly. âI've had another shitty day. I can use something stronger tonight. I'll take the Jack Daniels Single Barrel-Barrel Strength.â
âDamn. 130 proof. Youâre not playing around tonight.â
He shakes his head and runs one of his big hands back through his already unruly hair. âI told youâ¦shit day.â
I bite my lip. âWell, if the drink doesn't help, I can think of something else that might improve your mood.â
That's about as direct as I can possibly be, and his pupils dilate while he holds my gaze. Heat crackles between us, and I fight the urge to look away from the intensity of the connection.
He leans forward across the bar, resting his elbows and mimicking my position. âAre you propositioning me?â
I can't fight the smile that spreads across my face. âProposition has such a dirty connotation.â
A smirk plays at his mouth. âOnly if you make it dirty.â
âI'm just making an observation.â
He shrugs, and his eyes dip to my mouth. âAn observation, huh?â
I nod slowly.
âWell,â he leans even closer, âthen I'm going to make an observation of my own.â
âYeah, what's that?â
âYou have absolutely beautiful lips. I haven't been able to stop picturing them wrapped around my cock since the first night I met you.â
Sweet mother of God.
Warmth spreads between my legs, and I shift to rub them together against the dull ache forming. âWell, now. Who is propositioning who?â
Gwyn McNamee is an attorney, writer, wife, and mother (to one human baby and one fur baby). Originally from the Midwest, Gwyn relocated to her husbandâs home town of Las Vegas in 2015 and is enjoying her respite from the cold and snow. Gwyn has been writing down her crazy stories and ideas for years and finally decided to share them with the world. She loves to write stories with a bit of suspense and action mingled with romance and heat.
When she isnât either writing or voraciously devouring any books she can get her hands on, Gwyn is busy adding to her tattoo collection, golfing, and stirring up trouble with her perfect mix of sweetness and sarcasm (usually while wearing heels).
Gwyn is the author of The Hawke Family Series, The Slip Series, The Deadliest Sin Series, The Inland Seas Series, and The Supernatural Love Stories in the Absurd (as her alter-ego D.P. Payne), along with several stand-alones.
Title: Before I Die
Author: Nikki Ash
Genre: Standalone Contemporary Romance
Release Date: July 9, 2020
Things I want to do before I die:
Go to a club
Kiss a stranger
Iâm drowning. Trapped beneath my motherâs expectations. Suffocated by my religious upbringing.
My life has been full of well-crafted decisionsânone of them made by me.
On the outside I play by the rules, but on the inside... I have dreams. A list. A tattered scrap of paper tucked away from the world, only I know about.
Some items were easy to check off. Others, though, will require me to take a huge leap out of my comfort zone.
One night changes everything. While at the club for my birthday, so I could check off another item on my list, I did something I never imagined I would have the guts to do: I got drunk and kissed a stranger.
What I wasn't prepared for was how that one kiss would change the course of my life, making me realize life is more than a list to be checked off. Itâs about living in the moment so you donât miss the ones not on the listâthe ones you didnât even know you wanted.
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Always Crew, the all-new, highly anticipated conclusion of the Crew series by New York Times bestselling author Tijan, is releasing August 25th, and we have the incredible cover!
For the longest time, I was Bren Monroe.
I lived in Roussou, California.
I had no parents, no brother, but I had a crew.
Then things started to change.
I never planned for any of it.
I didn’t think I’d fall in love.
I didn’t think I’d have a relationship with my brother again.
I didn’t think that he’d come back.
Now I’m in Cain.
My crew is in college.
They’re growing, going through their own things.
And here I am, figuring out my life.
There’s always hurdles and obstacles to overcome.
That was never my hardship.
That was my regular.
But living? Being content? Being happy?
Those were my challenges now.
Everything was going well…
Until it wasn’t. Again.
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Title: The Rivals
Author: Vi Keeland
Genre: Standalone Contemporary Romance
Release Date: July 13, 2020
The feud between Weston Lockwood and me started at the altar.
Only neither of us attended the wedding, and the nuptials happened decades before either of us was born.
Our grandfathers had been best friends and business partners, at least up until my grandfatherâs wedding dayâwhen his bride-to-be blurted out she couldnât marry him because she was also in love with Westonâs grandfather.
The two men spent years fighting over Grace Copeland, who also happened to be their third business partner. But in the end, neither man could steal half of her heart away from the other.
Eventually, they all went their separate ways. Our grandfathers married other women, and the two men became one of the biggest business rivals in history.
Our fathers continued the family tradition of feuding. And then Weston and I did, too.
For the most part, we kept as much distance as possible.
Until the day the woman who started the feud diedâand unexpectedly left one of the most valuable hotels in the world to our grandfathers to share.
Now Iâm stuck in a hotel with the man I was born to hate, trying to unravel the mess our families inherited.
As usual, it didnât take long for us to be at each otherâs throats.
Weston Lockwood was everything I hated: tall, smart, cocky, and too gorgeous for his own good. We were fire and ice.
But that shouldnât be an issue. Our families were used to being at war. There was just one minor problem, though. Every time Weston and I fought, we somehow wound up in bed.
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âWhat the hell?â I pressed the button on the elevator panel a second time. It illuminated, yet the car continued to sit there. So I jabbed my finger at it a third time. Finally, the doors started to glide closed. Just as they were about to shut completely, a shoe blocked them from closing.
A wingtip shoe.
Westonâs smiling face was there to greet me when the doors bounced open.
My blood was near boiling. âSo help me, Lockwood, if you try to get in this car, I canât be responsible for what happens to you. Iâm not in the mood anymore.â
He entered the elevator anyway. âCome on, Fifi. Whatâs wrong? Iâm just playing around. Youâre taking things way too seriously.â
I counted to ten in my head, but it didnât help. Fuck it. He wanted to get a rise out of me? He was going to get one. The doors slid shut again, and I turned and backed him into a corner. Seeing my face, he at least had the decency to look a little nervous.
âYou wanna know whatâs wrong? Iâll tell you whatâs wrong! My father thinks Iâm inept because I donât have an appendage dangling between my legs. The man I spent the last eighteen months with was cheating on me with one of my cousins. Again. I hate New York City. I despise the Lockwood family. And you think you can get away with anything you want just because you have a big dick.â I jabbed my finger into his chest and punctuated each staccato word with another stab.
Every single fucking one of you. So leave me the hell alone!â
Frazzled, I turned back around and waited for the door to open, only to realize we hadnât started to move yet. Great. Just fucking great. I jabbed the button a few more times, closed my eyes, and took deep, cleansing breaths as we started to move. Halfway through breath three, I felt the heat of Westonâs body behind me. He had to have moved closer. I continued to try to ignore him.
But the fucker still smelled good.
How the hell could that be? Whose cologne lasted forâwhat had it been now?âtwelve hours? After the gauntlet run heâd sent me on across town this morning, I probably smelled like BO. It pissed me off that the asshole smelled...fucking delicious.
He moved closer, and I felt his breath tickle my neck.
âSo,â he whispered in a gravelly voice. âYou think my dickâs big.â
I turned and scowled at him. While this morning heâd been clean-shaven, he now had a five oâclock shadow all along his chiseled jaw. It gave him a sinister look. The suit that hugged his broad shoulders probably cost more than Liamâs entire sweater wardrobe. Weston Lockwood was everything I hated in a manâwealthy, good looking, cocky, arrogant, and fearless. Liam would hate him. My father already hated him. And at the moment, those were actually Westonâs strong points.
While I struggled with my body reacting to his scent and how much I liked the stubble on his face, Weston slowly reached out and put a hand on my hip. At first, I assumed he thought he needed to steady me, as he had when Iâd wobbled in the bar. Had I wobbled again? I didnât think I had. But I mustâve.
Though when his hand glided from my hip around to my ass, there was no misunderstanding his intention. He was not trying to help me stay on my feet. In my head, my immediate reaction was to scream at him, but somehow my throat felt too clogged to speak.
I made the mistake of looking up from his jaw into his blue eyes. Heat flickered, turning them almost gray, and his eyes dropped to my lips.
This was not happening.
My heart thundered in my chest, and the blood in my ears roared so loudly I almost didnât hear the ding of the elevator announcing that weâd arrived at my floor. Thankfully it snapped me out of whatever moment of insanity Iâd slipped into.
âIâ¦I need to go.â
It took all of my focus to put one foot in front of the other, but I managed to walk down the hall and make it to my room.
I wasnât alone.
Vi Keeland is a #1 New York Times, #1 Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author. With millions of books sold, her titles have appeared in over a hundred Bestseller lists and are currently translated in twenty-five languages. She resides in New York with her husband and their three children where she is living out her own happily ever after with the boy she met at age six.
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Title: IF YOU LOVE ME
Author: Ciara Knight
Genre: Contemporary Romance
About If You Love Me:
Ex-Army sergeant, Drew Lancaster demands order, but when he’s thrust into small-town politics involving crazy elders and a manipulative mayor he finds himself submerged in chaos. His only hope to navigate the strange rules of the town comes from a distractingly beautiful, mess of a woman - Carissa Donahue.
As a small town girl, Carissa lives her life on a whim and a prayer. Even in the kitchen she never uses a recipe, yet her sweets are known as the best throughout the South. She has no desire to be a part of Drew’s show, but she knows it’s the town’s best option to increase tourism during a troubling economic time. If there wasn’t an upturn, she’d have to close her bakery. She can’t lose it. Owning a bakery has been her lifelong dream, and her focus since her best friend ran away with her fiancé.
The icing on the project for Drew is that a colleague has promised him a spot working at a real film network if Drew can spend time with Carissa and not fall in love. Drew isn’t sure he can resist the one person he’d never date under different circumstances, nor is he sure he wants to.
Can Drew convince Carissa she can trust him enough to open her heart?
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“Drew Lancaster? His name even sounds like a pompous jerk.” Stella grunted for extra emphasis. “If we can’t meet for five minutes, then how can we work together for five months?”
“Listen, I realize these corporate types need to be treated as if they’re everything in the world, so don’t worry about it. I’ll just send him to Tabitha,” Ms. Horton said in a matter-of-fact tone.
“Like a toddler still on a pacifier,” Stella muttered under her breath.
She protested too much, which meant she needed this more than she would admit. They all knew her business was struggling the most in recent years. And even after all this time, as much as Carissa held so much resentment toward Jackie, she still couldn’t let the rest of her childhood friends lose to their arch enemies. No way would she allow them to win this program. Maybe if she spoke to this exec, she could convince him to start with one of the other girls first…another of the Fabulous Five. “Fine, I’ll meet with the glorified party planner.” Carissa realized that Jackie had a point. She did sound more like Stella than herself today. Good, maybe it was time for Carissa to give up her sweet-doormat title. It was time to take a walk and cool off before she met with this Drew character, so she turned on her heels and smacked into something hard and large. She rubbed her nose free of sting and blinked up at a perfect stranger. Perfect height, perfect hair, perfect lips.
“You okay there?” His deep voice closed in around her.
Space. That’s what she needed. She moved away and took a breath. A breath of Ode de Mysterious with an undertone of trouble. After a moment, she managed to turn her January gloom into a friendly welcome. “Yes, I am now. Thank you. Sorry. Who are you?”
He quirked an attitude-changing grin at her. “I’m the pompous, glorified party planner, toddler, stuck-on-a-pacifier Drew Lancaster.”
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Ciara Knight is a USA TODAY Bestselling Author, who writes clean and wholesome romance novels set in either modern day small towns or wild historic old west. Born with a huge imagination that usually got her into trouble, Ciara is happy she’s found a way to use her powers for good. She loves spending time with her characters and hopes you do, too.
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