Title: One Wild Ride
A Cake Love Series Novel
Author: Elizabeth Lynx
Genre: Romantic Comedy/Romantic Suspense
Cover Design: Elizabeth Lynx
Release Date: February 19, 2018
Blurb
It was one little illegal entry into a billionaire's home. What could possibly go wrong?
Aria Dixon is an artistic free-spirit who likes to have fun with men -- in the bedroom. Once sheâs had her fun she moves on -- until she tries to sneak into one man's apartment only to discover he knows more about her than she thinks. Sure, this guy is rich and gorgeous, but is he worth hanging around for? Alexander Hawthorne is your average wealthy recluse, with a wicked mother hell-bent on controlling every aspect of his life. When he falls in love -- with a painting -- and discovers the artist is even more breathtaking than her work, he is determined to escape his golden prison to be with her.
Aria wrinkled her nose causing my smile to widen. âDo you own the building?â
She formed a circle with her hands and moved them up and down like she was giving a hand job to an abnormally large penis, âYou know, phallic-shaped buildings. Ohh, yeah, I do love me some building. Thatâs it, baby, work my building.â
I grabbed her wrists stopping her and glanced around to make sure her friend, Evaleen, the one who let us use Mimirâs lawyer and conference room, didnât walk in.
âJesus, Aria. What are you, a teenager?â
âNo, Iâm twenty-nine but in my heart, Iâm a horny eighteen-year-old.â She winked at me.
My cock went hard instantly. The way she was so casual and free with sex and her artistic talent . . . she made me want to do things to her body I only fantasized about. Things that she might not like.
I cleared my throat, dropping her wrists. âYes, I own the building.â
She jumped up from the chair and threw her arms open. âThatâs wonderful, Alex! Now you can do whatever changes you want.â
Aria stood there, her arms still wide and I knew she wanted to give me a hug. I wanted to do that too, but something stopped me. The same thing that stopped me from going up to her in that gallery when I first noticed her years ago.
I nodded. âYes, I can pick one of your drawings now. Maybe even tear down the wall and make the room bigger.â
My mind raced with ideas. I felt like a child let loose in an amusement park with no one there. Any ride free to enjoy but which to pick first? My gaze fell to her breasts.
âSo, no hug then?â Ariaâs lips ticked up.
âWe should keep this professional. How we started off meeting wasnât right. I want to keep things on track,â I said as I focused on gathering the paperwork.
I was such a liar. Of course, I wanted to hug her. I wanted to do lots of things to her, but if she ever found out the truth about me I know I would lose her forever. Iâd rather have Aria for a short time in my life than not at all.
âFair enough. Letâs at least shake on it.â
Aria pushed her hand out. Setting the papers down, I turned in my seat but didnât stand. Staring at her fingers my imagination went wild. Thoughts of those digits pressing into me, pulling and using me for their pleasure.
Just shaking her hand was a summit to climb but I had to do it. She already thought I was odd being a recluse. I didnât want to add to it by being too afraid to touch her.
âOf course.â I slid my fingers across her palm. Her skin as smooth and warm as I remembered.
Maybe even softer than before. I wondered if I firmed my grip, would she give?
âThere, now was that so hard?â I noticed her eyes dip to where I was hard.
She knew. Aria wasnât stupid, she could tell I wanted her. That would mean one thing. She was going to try. Aria was going to give. Give me what she knew I wanted.
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Elizabeth Lynx writes romantic comedy with steam. She's a recovering comedian. Wife and mother of the male species. Believer in love & laughter. Her life consists of preventing small catastrophes and wondering if a day will exist when she doesn't have to fold laundry.
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Title: Chased
Author: Clarissa Wild
Release Date: February 12, 2018
Blurb
Iâm filthy rich ⦠and ruthless.
I live for the hunt. The chase.
My desires arenât exactly normal.
But neither is she ⦠The girl I bought.
Sheâs innocent and blind.
Perfect for all my wicked needs.
Perfect to prove just how far Iâm willing to go.
But thereâs just one problem â¦
Iâm falling for her. Deep. Hard. Fast.
Even though Iâm the bad guy. The man who keeps her locked away.
Iâll do anything to make her stay.
One thingâs for sure ⦠She will be mine.
WARNING: This book contains very disturbing content that may be offensive to readers.
Excerpt
Her whispers are like a drug to me.
I canât stop listening, canât stop fucking zoning out completely as she grabs my leg with those sweet little hands.
Her lips are so close to mine I can almost taste them.
And I want to.
So fucking bad â¦
Iâm consumed with the thought of taking her, and for a second Iâm almost tempted to do just that.
Grab her by her waist, tear off her clothes, rip down my zipper, and ram my cock into her dripping wet pussy.
But I know itâs all lies.
All lies my mind spins to make me feel wanted.
To make me feel good.
Because Iâm not.
Iâm far from it, and she knows it.
When her fingers graze my dick, I grasp her wrist and stop her.
Sheâs not doing this because she wants me just as much.
Sheâs doing this because she wants out.
Iâm being used. And I donât like being used.
âDonât,â I hiss, pushing her away.
She cocks her head and her tongue dips out again to lip those sweet little lips that I just want to conquer. âTell me you donât want this.â
I narrow my eyes, unable to pull away even though I should.
Fuck.
Itâs so goddamn wrong.
Sheâs my prisoner. I shouldnât want her, and yet I do, and now she knows.
When I bought her, I never thought Iâd succumb to my desires so easily.
Maybe sheâs found my weak spot.
Or maybe Iâm really looking for salvation ⦠and sheâs the only one who can give it to me.
No. I canât allow it.
âNo,â I reply, lying through my teeth.
But I have to make a stand.
Have to stop this from happening before itâs too late.
âI donât believe you,â she says, inching closer again.
I immediately get off the couch, not giving a shit that my dick is rock hard because of her.
I wonât let her find out.
Author Bio
Clarissa Wild is a New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author, best known for the dark Romance novel Mr. X. Her novels include the Fierce Series, the Delirious Series, the Stalker Duology, Twenty-One (21), Ultimate Sin, Viktor, Unprofessional Bad Boys Series, RUIN, Indecent Games Series, Father, and Caged. She is also a writer of various erotic romances. She is an avid reader and writer of sexy stories about hot men and feisty women. Her other loves include her furry cat friend and learning about different cultures. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, reading tons of books and cooking her favorite meals.
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Release Date: February 26, 2018 Photo Credit: Perrywinkle Photography SynopsisWhen past and present collide…
And second chances aren’t promised.
Evangelina and Blake shared a fiery, heart-pounding, live-beneath-your-skin kind of love. Until her demons came to find her, ripping him from her life. Alone once again, Evangelina tries to pick up the pieces that remain. But one missing piece is irreplaceable. Blake is struggling without his Angel, and every turn is a reminder of a love lost. When the burden becomes too much to handle, he decides to salvage what’s left of him—to walk away. Hidden truths come to light.
Secrets are revealed.
And the battle of Evangelina’s life is on.
The fight for her freedom.
For her light.
For true love.
But when family is your nightmare, and the demons follow your sins, how do you climb back from the darkness? You find your strength.
You discover your purpose.
And most important…
You remember to breathe.
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If anyone asks, I knew better than to flash my boobs for Mardi Gras beads.I still don’t know why I did it. Maybe it was the dare from my two best friends. Maybe it was the guys on the balcony saying they’d throw Fireball shots with the beads. Or maybe it was the quiet guy in the corner of that same balcony with piercing gray eyes, wavy dark hair, and a smile so tempting I wanted to climb up there and lick it off his face. Maybe it was because I never thought I’d see them again. Not that it matters. Not today. Because the hotel I manage was finally bought—and the guy who walks in and introduces himself as my new boss is Mr. Tall, Dark, and Silent. There are many upsides to being single. Your new boss knowing what your boobs look like? Not one of them.Amazon US | Amazon UK | Amazon AU | Amazon CA | Nook | iBooks | Kobo“I just—I don’t get it.” I threw myself onto the sofa and almost sent the box of donuts flying onto the floor. Thankfully, Peyton was quicker than the box. She grabbed it and sat back, hugging it to herself. “First, watch the donuts. I got the last two pink sprinkles, and I’m partial to them.” She stroked the top of the box. “Second, what don’t you get? How he doesn’t care about your boobs? I don’t care about them either.” “You’re not supposed to care about my boobs. You’re a woman, for a start.” “I care about your boobs,” Chloe interrupted, tucking her blond hair behind her ear. “I think you have great boobs. Bra or no bra.” “Usually no bra,” Peyton added. “I’m not afraid to throw something at you,” I warned her. “This is awkward.” “Ugh! Get over yourself, Melanie!” Peyton snapped her fingers. “You are a grown woman. He is a grown man. He saw your tits. So what? Steven Lawrence saw your tits five times in junior year.” I snatched a donut from the box. Don’t tell my hips. “We were dating! It’s entirely different!” Chloe delicately picked up a white-iced donut before saying, “She’s right. It is different, Peyt. They were dating, and Jacob is her boss. You can’t expect her to just get over that. It is partly your fault.” “It’s just as much your fault,” Peyton reminded her, then looked at me and nodded toward Chloe. “Drunky smurf over here shook her Tic-Tacs like she was in front of a bachelor party leaving a curry house.” I choked on my laughter. “That’s not the point. You got us drunk. It’s almost entirely your fault.” “Look, sunshine,” she said, tearing a bite of donut off the ring so her words were muffled. “I didn’t grab your shirt and whip it up like a two-dollar hooker on overtime. You did that, so grow a pair and take responsibility for your actions.” “You sound like you don’t want to take responsibility for yours.” “Hey. You’re big girls. You can refuse cocktails.” Chloe and I shared a glance. “Refuse cocktails?” she said. “I don’t understand.” “You have us mixed up with your other friends,” I continued. “But, wait. You don’t have other friends.” “I have plenty of friends,” Peyt said. “Friends without penises. Or benefits.” She paused. “We’re not talking about me. We’re talking about your hot boss who knows what your tits look like.” “You’re not helping.” “I’m not trying to help. I’m trying to slap your size-eight ass into reality, you idiot.” “Slap mine into reality and I’m putting yours on a catapult. Right into the middle of the gulf.” I tore my donut in two and gave her boobs a pointed look. “I always wondered if silicone would float.” By day, New York Times and USA Today bestselling New Adult author Emma Hart dons a cape and calls herself Super Mum to two beautiful little monsters. By night, she drops the cape, pours a glass of whatever she fancies—usually wine—and writes books. Emma is working on Top Secret projects she will share with her followers and fans at every available opportunity. Naturally, all Top Secret projects involve a dashingly hot guy who likes to forget to wear a shirt, a sprinkling (or several) of hold-onto-your-panties hot scenes, and a whole lotta love. She likes to be busy—unless busy involves doing the dishes, but that seems to be when all the ideas come to life.SIGN UP FOR ALL NEW RELEASE INFO!FACEBOOK / TWITTER / GOODREADS / AMAZON AUTHOR PAGE
Title: Unorthodox Chemistry
Series: The Unorthodox Trilogy, #2 Author: Lilah E. Noir Genre: BDSM, Erotic Suspense, Romance
Release Date: February 18, 2018
BlurbHe was her Master, lover and the only man who truly knew her. She was his pet, best friend and the love of his life. Sometimes that’s not enough. LINA He’s gone. His absence hurts more than any whip. Thomas saw me for who I was. Strong on the outside, fractured and vulnerable on the inside. Every day I struggle to rebuild my life. I miss him. His rough passion and his affection. I know we’ll never be together again, I even tried to move on... … and then one invitation changed everything. Do I dare to say no to the greatest temptation? THOMAS I had to walk away. Lina paid dearly for my mistakes. She needs to heal and all that’s left for me is to wait. In the dark, with nothing but my demons and sins to keep me company. The memory of her is a bittersweet torture. A year later, at the kinkiest club in town, I saw her. On the arm of another man. May the seduction begin.Add to Goodreads - http://bit.ly/2DLu7Ea #Giveaway #AmazonGC
LIMITED OFFERGet Book 1 of the Unorthodox Trilogy at a special discount price of 99cents before it goes back to 3.99. She was his boss at work and his submissive at all times. LINA I'd never noticed him before. He was just a lonely, scared boy when I hired him. I was too busy to notice the lust in his eyes. Now I'm at his feet begging for every bit of pleasure and pain he'll unleash on me. THOMAS She enthralled me. Her body. Her mind. Her wicked laughter and unreadable eyes. She was out of my league yet I knew what she longed for. I only had two months to kill her nicotine addiction and make her crave me. I'd use every trick I had to claim her as mine. Grab your copy or read on #KindleUnlimited - mybook.to/UnorthodoxTherapy Lilah E. Noir is an author of dark erotic novels and psychological stories. Her work has elements of taboo, seduction and different aspects of the BDSM lifestyle, with a touch of romance and tenderness. If you love flawed characters, submissive alpha females, unconventional dominant heroes, angst, emotional darkness, lots of kinky sex scenes her books might be your kind of pleasure.LINKS
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Signed by Marni Mann Release Date: January 22nd, 2018 Genre: Erotic Romance A one-night stand with James Ryne, the hottest actress in LA, was a night I’d never forget… James: I can’t stop thinking about you. Brett: I didn’t know America’s sweetheart was such a dirty girl. James: It gets better. Brett: You’re too young for me. James: Eighteen’s the age of consent. Brett: The things I want to do to you right now… James: Are you ever going to tell me who you really are? Brett: The best you’ve ever had. That’s all you need to know. James: When are you coming back to LA? Brett: Next week—and you’d better not be wearing panties. Brett: What the hell did I just watch? James: Oh my God, Brett! It’s going viral! James: My life is ruined. My career. My reputation. James: Are you there? James: Will you let me explain? James: Brett? Brett: Forget everything I said before. Forget us. I tried to forget her…until she walked into my office, begging to get signed. Read Today! Amazon US: http://amzn.to/2DzA3Ds Amazon CA: http://amzn.to/2E1mg6q Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/2Dt1onc Amazon Paperback: http://amzn.to/2DnIRgp Add to Goodreads: http://bit.ly/2kB65TU Excerpt: Her body was leaning into mine, shivering from the air-conditioning vent blowing right above her. I pointed the air in the opposite direction, and my other hand went into her hair, pulling her face toward mine. “A couple of miles,” I hissed against her lips, parting them for me. The cranberry juice she’d mixed with her vodka tasted so fucking sweet on her tongue. If she gave me any more of it, I was going to shred her dress right here, dip my face between her legs, and lick her cunt. Fuck, I couldn’t wait to taste that pussy and see if it was as sweet as the juice. This driver needed to step on it. I wasn’t a patient man. As if she sensed that, she pulled back just a little, and I bit into her bottom lip, holding it, tugging it, before I said, “I’m going to fucking devour you.” Finally releasing her, I turned my attention to her neck, smelling, kissing, gnawing the skin that led to her ear. “Oh my God,” she groaned, and she tried to slide her fingers through the slots between the buttons of my shirt. She went lower, brushing back and forth across my cock, and that was when I shackled her wrists in my hand. “Please,” she whined. “You’re going to get it all fucking night; don’t you worry.” We pulled into the front of my high-rise and came to a stop, and I opened the back door. “I’ve got it, sir,” the driver said. “I’m good,” I replied, sliding James into my arms and carrying her out. The doorman didn’t greet me by name, a sign that he was new, but held the door open for us, and I took us through the lobby and into the elevator. James’s tongue traced the outline of my ear as I pressed the button for my floor and settled us against the back wall. “Make it hurry,” she breathed. My thoughts were the same. When we got to my floor, I rushed us down the short hallway and waved my fob over the reader. It clicked as it unlocked, and I brought us into the bedroom, setting James on her feet right by the bed. I stood in front of her and said, “Turn around.” I waited until her back faced me, and then I kissed across it while I lowered the zipper at the same time. She turned again when I was done, and she let the dress fall to the floor. The only thing she wore now was the pair of black heels. No bra, no panties. I leaned back to admire her body. She had tits that were no bigger than my palms, nipples that were small and hard, and a bare pussy with the sweetest fucking clit at the top. “Jesus Christ,” I moaned. She went to take the heels off, and I said, “Hell no. Keep them on.” I looped my finger into the Windsor knot and pulled it loose. Before I had it off, James fisted both ends of my tie and used them to pull me toward her. The movement caused my lips to slam against hers, and the tie slithered down my chest, followed by the buttons from my shirt that she had torn apart. She wanted my cock. She was getting my tongue first. About Marni: Best-selling Author Marni Mann knew she was going to be a writer since middle school. While other girls her age were daydreaming about teenage pop stars, Mann was fantasizing about penning her first novel. She crafts sexy, titillating stories that weave together her love of darkness, mystery, passion, and human emotion. A New Englander at heart, she now lives in Sarasota, Florida with her husband and their two dogs who subsequently have been characters in her books. When she’s not nose deep in her laptop working on her next novel, she’s scouring for chocolate, sipping wine, traveling to new locations, and devouring fabulous books. Connect with Marni: Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/MarniMannAuthor Twitter: https://twitter.com/MarniMann Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/marnimann/ Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/marnimann/ Stay up to Date with Marni by signing up for her newsletter here: http://marnismann.com/about/ Website: http://marnismann.com
Book: A Husband for Hire
Author: Patricia A. Knight
Release Date: 31st January
Genre: A Regency Historical Romance
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Synopsis:
Lady Eleanor Russell needed a husband. Immediately. With no male heir, when her father died, the vast family estate would revert to the Crown. But no man would choose an unattractive, outspoken, independent, spinster of mature years as a brideâso sheâd buy a husband. An impoverished third son of aristocratic birth, Lord Miles Everleigh, tall, elegant and immensely handsome, relied on wealthy widows to clothe, house and feed him. In exchange, they received a charming, accomplished companion, both in and out of the bedroom. But this lifestyle wore away a manâs self-respect; he was not the male whore his step-brother had named him. When Eleanor âboughtâ Miles as a husband, she never intended to lose her heart. When he accepted her proposal, Miles never imagined heâd want more from Eleanor than her money.
Excerpt:
Excerpt of A Husband for Hire by Patricia A. Knight
© Patricia A. Knight
Chapter One
London, late February 1814
hese are the best marital prospects you can discover? In all of London?â
The Lady Eleanor Constance Russell, sole offspring of The Right Honorable Earl of Rutledge and The Right Honorable Countess of Rutledge slapped the sheet of paper sheâd been reading down on top of the mahogany desk and bestowed on her London barrister the look of a woman at her witâs end. Grief for her dying parents and a sense of utter desperation had driven her to actions she considered borderline insanity. If she accepted any of the names on this list, she might as well rent rooms in Bedlam. Eleanor fought the hysteria surging in her breast and tried for a more cajoling tone. âSurely you can come up with more worthy candidates?â
The barrister who had served her family for the last forty years sat immobile in his great chair, hunkered down behind his great desk, his hands steepled in front of his narrow-lipped mouth. âThis was no small task you set before me, Lady Russell. We are at war with France. Many of our most eligible men fill our army and navy.â
Her troubled gaze swung outward. Outside the windows of Elsington & Elsington, the London hansom cabs clopped past in the traffic-clogged street. Everyone had business to conduct it seemed. With a heavy sigh, she returned to the issue that had torn her away from the bedside of her failing but beloved parents and the celebrated stud farm into which sheâd poured twenty-plus years of her life.
Her eyes flicked to the sheet in front of her, and she jabbed at it with an index finger. âSir Clive Wellery. Fifty-six years of age, just interred his fourth wife, has no property of worth, eleven dependents ranging in age from two months to twenty-two years, known for a propensity to overindulge in spirits and gambling, currently renting a six-bedroom house in Bloomsbury.â She shuddered and whispered, âEleven children.â Her eyes rose and gazed at the gentleman across the desk from her then dropped back to the paper.
âLord Hilary Vance. Sixty-four years of age, of no property or spouse. No dependents, an unfortunate victim of the âChina disease.ââ She cleared her throat. âI understand there is no opium den he does not frequent.â
The barrister sat motionless in his chair and gave her a disapproving frown. She rolled her eyes. âI am thirty-years-old, sir. Iâm not an ignorant debutante.â
âI disapprove of your unorthodox education, Maâam. It did you a great disservice, and so I told your father.â
You old fusspot. Eleanor swallowed her retort and returned her gaze to the page on the desk. âAnd then there is Sir Aubrey Dedham⦠really, Mr. Elsington? Really? The fellow lives at the molly houses.â She frowned as her barrister stirred awkwardly in his high-backed chair. âDid you think I didnât know the meaning of the term? How am I supposed to persuade a sodomite into marriage with a woman when he is not inclined toward women in the first place?â She scowled. âThough perhaps my possessing no feminine attributes is a recommendation.â
âLady Russell, pleaseâ¦â
Eleanor held up a gloved hand. âStop. I know what you are going to say. £30,000 will make any man blind. And this last entry.â She sighed and relaxed her upright spine for one moment before resuming her erect posture and folding her hands in her lap. âThis last marital candidate.â She could feel the heat climb her neck into her cheeks at the thought of a man that elegant ever giving her a second look and if he did⦠sheâd probably turn and flee.
âThe Lord Miles Everleigh, twenty-five, the third of four sons, whose eldest brother is the new Duke of Chelsony. I understand Lord Miles lives on the charity of âfriendsâ in return for his convivial companionship and educated guidance on the purchase of fine bloodstock. What could induceâ¦â
She closed her eyes and fought back the tears that threatened. How had she come to this? Was she going to go through with an action that in her more rational moments caused her to lose the contents of her stomach? In short, yes. The alternative was even more appalling.
One thought of the manor house with its 100,000 acres of attached properties and villages all peopled with men and women who relied on her family for their livelihood... the thought of all this reverting to the Crown because of some quirk in the laws of primogeniture? Accompanying the loss would be the upheaval and complete displacement of the lovely Thoroughbred mares and stallions of impeccable breeding whose pedigrees she could recite to the nth generation and all their offspring, in short, the entire racing stud sheâd helped her father make so fabulously successful. Well, it was enough to make anyone cry.
Despite having three torturous seasons on the marriage mart ten years ago, no eligible manâthereâd been numerous made ineligible by virtue of being unacceptable to her parents or unacceptable to herâhad stepped forward with an offer to make her his wife. All the wealth and property she would bring with her was insufficient incentive to overcome her plain features, awkward deportment and utter lack of the slightest feminine attribute, so⦠sheâd have to buy a husbandâand soon. With no male heir, upon the death of her father, the estate, and all its entailed properties would be subject to the peregrinations of escheat.
âMr. Elsingtonâ¦please. What could possibly recommend me to Lord Miles Everleigh? Even rusticating as I have been, I hear the on-dits about the ever-so-handsome and sophisticated Lord Miles Everleigh. There will always be other options for a man like this, much better options than a gawky plank of an ape-leader with shriveled social skills who reeks of the stables and is his senior by five years.â
The man across from her cleared his throat. âMy ladyâ¦if I may be allowedâ¦â He looked over his pince-nez. âThe marriage agreement that you have required me to draw up demands a gentleman of a certain â¦â He shifted uncomfortably. âAhâ¦â
âLet me assist you. The word you want is desperation. It wants a gentleman who has reached a point of desperation. Well, Mr. Elsington, find more candidates. This week. Iâm running out of time.â
âErr, yes, Lady Russell. Quite.â His eyes softened. âHow is your father, my lady?â
Eleanor dropped her eyes and fought for composure until she was sure she could speak without succumbing to tears. âThe physicians tell me, âat most a few monthsâ. He could go at any time.â
âMy sincere regrets, maâam. Lord Rutledge is a fine gentleman.â
With a murmur of thanks, she inhaled and rose to her full height. Mr. Elsington was not a short man, but as he stood to escort her out, she topped him by a full head, reminding her yet again of her abysmal lack of any physical feature possessed by an even a moderately desirable woman. She hardened her jaw as she marched out of the law offices to her waiting carriage. There was no point in dwelling on a source of immense hurt that her adoring parents and formidable fortune hadnât protected her from, nor the reasons for her present desperate action. She decided on the instant to go to the one place in all of London where sheâd always felt at home regardless of the strictures of polite society and Richard Tattersalâs distinct lack of welcome for those of her sex.
âTake me to Tattersalls, John. They have advertised some young breeding stock I want to inspect. We need some outside lines to cross on Dare To Dream.â
âYes, your ladyship.â With a tip of his beaver brim, he helped her into the carriage and climbed onto the box. At John Coachmanâs instruction, the groom stepped away from the leaders, sprang to the back of the carriage and the team of beautifully matched bays stepped smartly away.
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Under the Stars All around us was darkness and night… I’m not a hero. I’m a survivor. I had one way out, and I took it. Now all I want is peace, A place to pick up the pieces and start over. But she wants justice. Names on a list, faces in the crowd. I vowed to help her, but it’s taking us back to the demons. Until he appeared. I thought he died in the fight. I was wrong. He’s here. Stronger, more powerful… Sexier. And dangerous. The boy I loved is now the one man we have to fear most. When he tried to save me, he had no power. Now everything has changed, and he’ll never stop until I’m his. Read UNDER THE STARS Today! (Free in Kindle Unlimited) Amazon US: http://amzn.to/2CIZu53 Amazon Universal: http://mybook.to/UndertheStarsTL Paperback: http://smarturl.it/UTSAp
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Title: Rock King (Nothing But Trouble, Book 1)
Author: Tara Leigh
Genre: Contemporary Romance / Rockstar Romance
Release Date: February 20, 2018
Cover Designer: Forever Romance Hosted by: Buoni Amici Press, LLC.
Fans of Kristen Callihan and Kylie Scott will scream for this sizzling bad boy rock star romance!
I'm not who you think I am.
Shane Hawthorne has it all. At least, that's what the headlines say about me. I have millions of fans, awards, more money - and women - than I know what to do with. But what you don't see is the wreckage I've caused. The memories and pain I can't escape, even when I pour them into music and spin them into gold.
I tried to forget. To lose myself in booze and groupies. It didn't work. It hurt me and - worse - it hurt my band. That's the last thing I want to do, so I'm cleaning up my act... starting with Delaney Fraser.
Gorgeous, smart, drama-free, and even nice - Delaney is the perfect "girlfriend." When I'm with her I don't have to pretend. It's like she sees the real me. And I can see a future with her. But that's dangerous. Because the truth is, Shane Hawthorne doesn't actually exist. He's a shield to hide who I really am. Fraud. Runaway. Addict. Murderer.
And it's impossible to love a lie, right?
The Nothing but Trouble series: Rock King Rock Legend Rock Rebel
Maybe tonight I would meet my next girlfriend. Someone contractually obligated to be by my side at every show and party, every press junket and photo op. Someone with me day and night, pretty enough I wouldn’t mind the view. Someone with a fun-loving personality, who knew better than to actually fall in love with me. I’ve done a lot of stupid things in my life, but that was a line I had yet to cross. A line so far in the distance it wasn’t even a smudge on the horizon. And I wasn’t heading it its direction anytime soon. Preferably never. Love was the one luxury I couldn’t afford. Assuming I felt a spark of connection with one of the women at Travis’s house tonight, he would lock her into a nondisclosure so tight the press would never find out that she was just an employee, a prop. That our relationship was fake. What she wouldn’t know, what no one except Travis knew, was that we would have something in common. Because everything about me is fake. Shane Hawthorne, resident King of Rock n’ Roll and the cause of dripping panties everywhere, from shrieking tweens to bored housewives, is a sham. More myth than man. Shane Hawthorne doesn’t exist. He’s the stage name I used for the first time at sixteen, expecting to be hauled off by a pair of cops if I so much as breathed my real name. Sometimes I’ve wondered what my fans would think if they knew the truth. Would I still be hailed as People magazine’s Sexiest Man Alive if anyone knew who I really was? Who am I? I don’t even know anymore. Fraud. Runaway. Addict. Murderer. Not so sexy now, am I?
Tara Leigh attended Washington University in St. Louis and Columbia Business School in New York, and worked on Wall Street and Main Street before “retiring” to become a wife and mother. When the people in her head became just as real as the people in her life, she decided to put their stories on paper. Tara currently lives in Fairfield County, Connecticut with her husband, children and fur-baby, Pixie.
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