My world was rock solid.
Until I saw her.
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My world was rock solid.
Until I saw her.
Lara Kessler showed up as if heaven sent her to me, and suddenly my priorities changed. Love is funny like that. One minute you’re living the dream, then BAM! Half my soul shows up backstage wearing a purple shirt and sexy skin-tight jeans, making me realize what I’ve been missing all along. Loving her means exposing a life I’ve tried to bury.
My heart had lost its beat.
Until I saw him.
Kaz Fabian caught my attention the moment I laid eyes on him. Love is funny like that. The famous guitarist was every woman’s fantasy—great face, chiseled jaw, cut biceps. The rock star was pure sex on and off stage, but his charm and charisma won me over. Loving him means burdening him with a life I’ve tried to leave behind.
With her future dim and his past in the spotlight, can they overcome their fate or will they just be another tragic love story?
The woman I’ve fantasized about is finally in my bed. The one who’s starred in my dreams and I’ve imagined when fucking others. She’s here, lying next to me and I can’t sleep.
My chest hurts while watching her. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen and equally the most fascinating. She teases and jokes, flirts… and she trusts me. She trusts me with her life. That’s what brought her here tonight. I would do anything for her and she knows it.
I sit up and scrub my hands over the way-too-long scruff that covers my face. She stirs beside me, making me want to stay. I really should, but I just can’t stay here any longer…
A promise is a promise and all that. But some promises are worth breaking. This is one of them.
About the Author
New York Times and USA Bestselling Author, S. L. Scott, was always interested in the arts. She grew up painting, writing poetry and short stories, and willing her days away lost in a good book and the movies.
With a degree in Journalism, she continued her love of the written word by reading American authors like Salinger and Fitzgerald. She was intrigued by their flawed characters living in picture perfect worlds, but could still debate that the world those characters lived in were actually the flawed ones. This dynamic of leaving the reader invested in the words, inspired Scott to start writing with emotion while interjecting an underlying passion into her own stories.
Living in the capital of Texas with her family, Scott loves traveling and avocados, beaches, and cooking with her kids. She's obsessed with epic romances and loves a good plot twist. She dreams of seeing one of her own books made into a movie one day as well as returning to Europe. Her favorite color is blue, but she likens it more toward the sky than the emotion. Her home is filled with the welcoming symbol of the pineapple and finds surfing a challenge though she likes to think she's a pro.
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Beard Scienceby Penny Reid Winston Brothers #3 Publication Date: October 11, 2016 Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Humor, Romance
Make a deal with the devil and you might get what you want, but will it be what you need? Jennifer Sylvester wants one thing, and that one thing is NOT to be Tennessee’s reigning Banana Cake Queen. Ever the perpetual good girl and obedient daughter, Jennifer is buckling under the weight of her social media celebrity, her mother’s ambitions, and her father’s puritanical mandates. Jennifer is officially desperate. And desperate times call for Cletus Winston. Cletus Winston is a puzzle wrapped in a mystery covered in conundrum sauce, and now he’s in a pickle. Despite being convinced of his own omniscience, extortion by the exalted Banana Cake Queen of Green Valley has taken him completely by surprise. So… what’s a maniacal mastermind to do? Likely, the last thing you expect.
‘Beard Science’ is the third book in the Winston Brothers series, is a full-length romantic comedy novel, and can be read as a standalone.
“I saw what you did.”
“You saw what I did.” He repeated flatly, apparently bored with me and the conversation. His eyes were on the rear-view mirror.
But I would not be ignored. Not this time.
Gathering every ounce of courage within me, I blurted, “I saw what you did, last week, with the Iron Wraiths evidence. You took it. And now they can’t find it, and now they’re dropping the case against Razor.”
Finally, Cletus looked at me. To my astonishment, his typically green eyes had become a fiery blue and he snapped, “You saw no such thing.”
“I did." I nodded at my assertion. "In fact, I have a video of you doing it.”
He blinked. His expression and his voice, usually so controlled, both cracked with surprise. “You did what?”
“I recorded it, on my phone.” I swallowed three times for no reason.
His gaze sharpened in such a way that startled me, as though clouds or an illusionary mist parted and revealed a slight glimpse of the real Cletus Winston beneath. These new eyes flickered over my person.
“Prove it.” His demand was sharp and quick, like a whip, and made my heart jump to my throat.
I pulled my phone from my purse with trembling fingers. I knew why I was shaking. I wasn’t used to confrontation. I was a natural pacifist, preferring peace to sass. But desperate times called for desperate measures.
He snatched my cell once I’d unlocked it and tapped through the series of screens until he reached my videos. He found the one dated last week, the one I’d taken of Sheriff James talking about my banana cake and hit play. As Cletus watched, a touch of color drained from his cheeks. He was seeing what I’d spotted last week when I reviewed the recording. One half of the screen was the sheriff. The other half of the screen was Cletus in the background, pocketing the evidence, looking around, then walking away.
Cletus made a strangled noise that sounded both frustrated and enraged. I eyed the door next to me, considering and immediately dismissing an escape. Meanwhile, he watched the recording again. When it ended for a second time, silence took its place, hard and heavy between us. I examined his profile, endeavoring to parse his thoughts.
Cletus’ expression was blank, which—I abruptly realized—was highly unusual. He always wore an expression. Thoughtful, concerned, patient, bored, interested, somber, perturbed. How odd, for a person to always have an expression . . . unless that person wore emotions like a mask, meant to misdirect the true nature of his thoughts.
“You made a copy?” His tone, laden with ice and granite, made me shiver.
He didn’t sound at all like the bumbling but affable Cletus Winston I’d known since forever. He sounded . . . dangerous.
I needed to clear my throat before I could speak. “I did. I made a few. Saved in a few places.”
The side of his mouth ticked up, but his eyes lacked humor as he turned them back to me. “That was smart. Otherwise I would have smashed your phone into a quantity of tiny pieces. Then it would have been your word against mine.”
“That’s right,” I said the words on a breath, the good sense of fear wrestling with determination.
But, damn it, I need his help! And it had to be him. It just had to. He could make anything happen. Everyone in town and the surrounding areas owed him a favor. I'd heard the rumors. I'd paid attention. I'd put the puzzle pieces together.
And now I had the most powerful man in east Tennessee right where I needed him.
About Penny Reid
SEX! It all started with sex, between my parents. Personally I don’t like thinking about it, but whatever works for you is a-ok with me. No judgment. The sex happened in California and much of my life also occurred in that state until I moved from the land of nuts (almonds), wine, silicon… boobs, and heavy traffic to the southeast US. Like most writers I like to write, but let’s get back to sex. Eventually I married and gave birth to 2 small people-children (boy-6, girl-4 as of this writing). By day I’m a biomedical researcher with focus on rare diseases. By night I’m a knitter, sewer, lino block carver, fabric printer, soap maker, and general crafter. By the wee hours of the morning or when I’m intoxicated I love to listen to the voices in my head and let them tell me stories. I hope you enjoy their stories.
Willow Bay Stables, Book #3
Genre: Contemporary Romance
— SYNOPSIS --
Aurora Daniels is the bleeding heart of her family. With a gift and a passion for helping to heal others, she has a legacy of kindness and gratitude—a modern-day saint.
Every Sunday since she turned eighteen, Aurora has driven three hours into the city of Edmonton, Alberta, where she volunteers at an equine facility that rehabilitates troubled youth by working with horses. With their increasing success rate, the facility is expanding to foster violent parolees in hopes of a more effective release into society.
Assault with a deadly weapon and attempted murder—that’s what it says under the name on his sheet. Rhys White is released on good behaviour and promises to remain under contract for community service at the Equine for Hearts facility for a court-ordered period of twelve months.
Willow Bay’s saint may have stumbled across the one sinner who can’t be saved from himself.
Will Aurora be able to rein in Rhys’s quest for revenge before it’s too late? Or will she spend the rest of her life loving a man behind bars?
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4 Star Review by Ashley
I feel like I have been waiting for Aurora's book forever. I fell in love with her sass and quick wit back in Change Rein. So of course there was no way I was going to miss her chance at happily ever after in Rein in. Though I think my favorite thing about this book was how different the plot was from anything else I have ever read. Anne Jolin pulled off her bold concept for this story to near perfection.
But back to Aurora! This woman was bold and fearless but also full of compassion and patience. A quitter she was not. She gave her heart fully to what she believed in. And while that was often looked at as her weakness, she learned, with the help of one broody cowboy that it was actually her best quality. Sigh, that Rhys White. From his tough shell to his protective heart this man was a joy to watch grow.
I love how Jolin blends the sweet and dangerous with the sexy and hopeful and I got that here. The one negative thing I will say about Rein In, is that it was over way too soon. I wanted so much more of Aurora and Rhys. Their connection was pure and honest and had me smiling from ear to ear.
— EXCERPT --
“Hey.” I smiled.
He didn’t smile back, simply lifted his chin in my direction and shoved his hands in the front pockets of his ripped jeans.
I crossed my arms over my chest and made a clucking sound with my tongue. “Looks like your all mine this afternoon.”
Somehow that had sounded different in my head then it did out loud and my cheeks flushed what I imagined was a bright pink. Of course I’d tricked him into spending the day with me, but it wasn’t something I planned on outright telling him just now.
The corners of his mouth twitched, like maybe he’d considered the idea of smiling but again, he did not speak.
“Right, okay then.” I filled the silence.
Pushing off the truck with my butt, I walked in the direction of the two double doors ahead of us. Lucky for me, he seemed more focused on what I was doing then he was at reading the sign on the door we were currently passing through.
“Table for two.” I told the hostess when we stepped inside.
“Let me check if we have any booths available.” She smiled at us and left to do a walk through of the restaurant.
Rhys started to back towards the door and a hint of panic bubbled up in my throat at the thought that maybe he really would run away from me, again.
“If you leave now you’ll embarrass me.” I blurted.
It was low, almost the equivalent of threatening to cry, but it worked.
He quit retreating but his eyes fell away from me and he just stared at the floor. The black equine for hearts tee that he’d cut the sleeves off of seemed to somehow make his arms look longer inside the small entryway.
I guessed for the first time that he was probably somewhere around six foot three.
The hostess returned and grabbed two menus before promptly leading us to a booth in the back of the restaurant.
No sooner had my butt grazed the vinyl did the questions erupt from his otherwise silent demeanour.
“What is this?” His voice tumbled across the table like a freight train.
Not angry, just demanding.
“It’s a date.” I deadpanned, flipping my menu opened.
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I was born and raised in Ladner, a small farm town just outside Vancouver, Canada.
I never expected to be an author. Writing was something that snuck up on me and rooted itself into my life. It was beautiful to discover that love, and I’m truly grateful to say I’ve found my passion.
If I could leave y’all with one thing, it’s that life’s far too short to not live it out loud. Drown in your passions, hold on tight to the things that inspire you, and chase your dreams relentlessly. I can promise you without a doubt that you won’t regret it. I know I don’t.
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Two love-matches made.
One to go.
Even though two of his best friends have settled down, Wes Lancaster is determined not to get sucked into some siren’s web. As owner of the professional football team the New York Mavericks and wildly successful BAD restaurant, his lifestyle is full as it is.
Well, it was, until Winnie Winslow, the new, sexy, stiletto-wearing Team Physician trash-talks him in the locker room without batting an eye.
Now he can’t stop himself from wanting her.
The only girl in her parents’ brood of five, she’s as outspoken as she is beautiful and the kind of woman who holds her own—and then some.
Always competitive at heart, if he’s going all in for love...
Wes sure as hell wants a Win-Win.
Prepare to get a little dirty because this one might go into overtime.
Max and Monroe, under penalty of fictional perjury, swear that actually changing the rhythm of your heartbeat was not their intention, but rather, a side effect of swoony characters and an overzealous dedication to tears. No, no. The Dedication of the book is actually to tears.
Proceed with caution.
Except, be cautious quickly. Thanks.
4.5 Star Review by Ashley
Yes, yes and more YES!!! I am so in love with Max Monroe's Billionaire Bad Boys series- it is absolute rom-com perfection. Scoring the Billionaire is such a great addition to the collection- because Wes Lancaster is as sexy as he is broody! His one true love is his job. It is where he loses himself because that is all he knows how to do. Yes, he's a good friend but he's never claimed to be a boyfriend.
Don't even get me started on Winne- that woman is a spit-fire. She has the sass and attitude and the know-how to back it all up. Her and Wes, when they finally give into the inferno that is their mutual attraction, really steam up the training room, and office and a few other places too. But the center of her world is her super smart and adorable daughter, Lexi and she always comes first. That little lady almost stole the show and when her and Wes teamed up- game over. But Wes doesn't do kids, or relationships. So what is a troubled mind and heart to do?
I liked that Wes and Winnie's love story was so different from the others in this series. It wasn't easy. It wasn't always light. It came with road blocks and setbacks. There was more at stake than just their hearts, the heart of a little girl was invested, too. But there was no denying that these two are meant for one another. Oh, and not to worry though, there were enough glimpses at the other couples I loved in this series to keep me laughing despite all the angst Wes and Winnie put me through.
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About the Author
A secret duo of romance authors team up under the pseudonym Max Monroe to bring you a sexy, laugh-out-loud new series…& more. ;)
New writing partners and long time friends, Max and Monroe strive to live and write all the fun, sexy swoon so often missing from their Facebook newsfeed. Sarcastic by nature, their two writing souls feel like they’ve found their other half.
Stay tuned for the future—this is where the fun begins.
You want to know about me? I believe in three things: loyalty to my friends, helping those in need and the end justifies the means.
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Spin-Off of Navy SEAL Midnight Delta Series
This is what you need to know.
I keep the people around me safe,
And sometimes I rain vengeance on my enemies.
It's who I am, and what I do.
As a former Army Ranger, I get the job done.
After an unforgivable betrayal by one of my own,
I created the Shadow Alliance.
We handle the dark and dangerous work,
Jobs that governments won't.
And now, the sexy, smart, and feisty Allison Davies needs my help.
As an FBI Agent, enlisting my help could cost her job.
But, I'm her only hope.
There's only one problem.
Our mutual desire just might get in the way.
One misstep and we become the hunted.
A price I just might be willing to pay.
I ran fast. Faster. The door to the gymnasium was propped open, and I was blown back by the sound of people screaming, crying, yelling and talking. So much sound. It was dark where I was, but then I saw in one corner where it was bright because the ceiling was gone. It was the corner where I’d slept. Had there been a warning? A sound? Anything that told people they should move? Run? And why the hell hadn’t I considered that the roof might be less than sturdy? Wasn’t that why I was in Paraguay?
The water was up to my ankles. It took all I had to be gentle when I wanted to force myself through the throng of people, to yell and scream at them to get out of my way so I could get to where the roof had caved in. All that mattered was getting to that corner of the gym. I needed to see if the little girl’s cot was still there or was it underneath the sodden mess of a roof.
A man was in front of me, unaware I was trying to get past. I had to stop, and it about killed me.
“Sir?” I tried to get his attention. Nothing. “Sir?” Still nothing. Maybe if I just belted him, I could just step over his unconscious body. I couldn’t very well step on the child to his left or the little boys to his right.
Allison stepped in front of me and pushed the man. Hard.
When he turned, I saw a mask of grief. No wonder he hadn’t heard. But I still needed to get past. Allison had gotten him turned enough to give us space to go forward.
“Declan!” It was Hudson. He and six or seven others were struggling to move a beam. It wasn’t where I wanted to be. I needed to get over to the corner, but…
I pushed in beside Hudson. Allison was beside me. Soon the beam was up. Allison and another man ducked under, and after long moments pulled out a man and a woman who’d been trapped.
“Clear!” she called. We set the beam down.
I grabbed her by the shoulders. “What the hell were you thinking going under there?”
“I was the smallest. I was also probably the weakest one holding up the beam, it made sense for me to go.”
“Yeah, Emma would have done the same thing.” I grabbed her hand and dragged her toward the spot where the little girl had slept. Where she had made me promise to come back. “I need to check on some people,” I said, proud that my voice sounded even.
As I got closer, I saw wood, plaster, and steel covering the area where the cots had been. Why wasn’t anyone trying to lift the shit off the cots? For God’s sake, people had been sleeping there hours ago. Were these people monsters?
“Hudson! Over here!” I knew it was useless, I made a grab for my phone when a man interrupted me.
“Sir.” He had the white vest and red cross on it.
“What?” I demanded, close to pushing him out of my way.
“This area has been cleared.”
“What do you mean? What happened to the people who were on these cots?” I pointed to the mangled aluminum that popped through the plaster. Did I even want to know the answer to my question?
“We’ve got the survivors in the triage area.” He pointed to a spot in another corner.
“How many fatalities?” I held my breath for the answer.
“I don’t know. I wasn’t there when the area was cleared.”
Halfway across the gym, I realized I was dragging Allie behind me. She was keeping up easily. She squeezed my hand, and I kept going.
“Who are you looking for?”
“That’s where I slept last night. There’s a little girl who’s been following me around for the last ten days…”
“We’ll find her,” she said softly, but I heard her just fine.
About the Author
Caitlyn O'Leary is an avid reader, and considers herself a fan first and an author second. She reads a wide variety of genres, but finds herself going back to happily-ever-afters. Getting a chance to write, after years in corporate America is a dream come true. She hopes that her stories provide the kind of entertainment and escape that she has found from some of her favorite authors.
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It's a bit Paranormal, a bit Sci-Fi and 100% Action/Adventure. The characters have special abilities, that make them targets.
This is focused on a group of Navy Seals. What makes them special is their bond to one another, and the women they come to love.
This is the series that started her career, it is a Menage Series that takes place in Fate Harbor Washington. It focuses on a tight knit community who live and love and care for one another.
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How to Play the Game of Loveby Harmony Williams Ladies of Passion, #1 Publication Date: October 17, 2016 Genres: Adult, Entangled: Select, Historical Romance
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Synopsis: He’s everything she thinks she doesn’t want.When Miss Rose Wellesley’s father threatens an arranged marriage, she knows she’d better settle on a choice quickly or end up having no say in who she marries. Fortunately, she’s garnered a rare invitation to Lady Dunlop’s “Week of Love” house party, an annual affair notorious for matchmaking. Her plans to expedite a proposal would go smoothly if not for the brash younger sister she must chaperone, her outspoken, disagreeable best friend, and the bullish Lord Hartfell who seems determined to dog her every step. Lord Hartfell embodies every last thing Rose dislikes in a man. He’s domineering, tenacious, argumentative, and a little too casual with his nudity for her tastes. Worst of all, Rose can’t seem to get him—or his kisses—out of her mind. Rose is determined to find a more appropriate husband, even if her heart disagrees with how unsuitable the stubborn lord is…
Songs for Rose & Warren
1. Pink - True Love
2. Passenger - Let Her Go
3. Three Days Grace - I Hate Everything About You
4. Alessia Cara - Wild Things
5. Demi Lovato - Confident
6. Mariana's Trench - This Means War
7. Maroon 5 - One More Night
ABOUT HARMONY WILLIAMSHarmony Williams has been living vicariously in Regency-era England since she discovered Jane Austen. Since time machines don’t yet exist, she’s had to make do with books—fictional and non-fictional. On the rare occasions she doesn’t have her nose stuck in a book, she likes to drink tea and spend time with her 90-lb lapdog. A feminist, she writes stories about strong women and the men who support them as equals.
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Author: Elena M. Reyes
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Genre: Erotica/Contemporary Romance
Re-Release Date 10/27/2016
How do I dominate and enamor the woman whoâs in charge of signing my paycheck?
Thatâs the one question, Joshua Timbers, has been asking himself since he first stepped foot into his own personal Hell. JT, or Yoshiâas his tormentor likes to call himâhas lived a life of hardship and loss since an early age. Being the product of a single parent home, heâs accustomed to hard work and lonely nights.
Seeing the strong man that raised him suffer after the loss of his mother made JTâs own heart harden. All that mattered was seeking instant gratification to curve his enormous appetite.
Until the blessed day he met his fallen angel, Janelle.
Beautiful, and with balls bigger than her entire crew, Janelle is accustomed to the leering looks of men, even though sheâs their bossâthe owner of Walker Constructions, alongside her brother.
Her beauty is untouchable to everyone, but how far will Joshua go to bend his hellion to his will and make her his?
What was hell?
If you asked a member of any church today, theyâd say it was nightmarishâa dark and gloomy place filled with horrific images and boughs of endless pain. A place where demons roamed freely, feeding off the dregs of the deceased.
A part of humanity that lost its moral compass: the common sinner.
These pour souls sinned in order to achieve greatness; sold their very essence to attain the vanity-filled dreams everyone covets:
And at the end theyâd find themselves with nothing but eternal pain.
Then there were those we called our loved ones. Targeted, they lost the small morsel of their souls that made them good. It made them an easy target.
At the very least, that was what the religious people of the world claimed. Wanted us to believe.
Neither of those descriptions meant shit to me. Religion never mattered much. Not when youâd lost so much and witnessed firsthand just what losing faith did to a person.
I wasnât most people.
Most had chosen to believe the words drilled into their minds from an early age, but I knew better. Hell wasnât somewhere dark where the eternal flames glowed and the sinners were condemned toâto pay for the unforgivable deeds of their past life. Acts that were unforgivable in the eyes of the church.
In my reality, though, that was a blatant lie.
Hell was here, surrounding us day in and day out. We paid for our sins in life, not death. One way or another, karma would collect those that wronged another. No one, no matter who the fuck they were, could escape this bitch named life.
Problem was that no matter how much I looked at my current situation, I was at a loss. What the fuck had I done to deserve her?
My hellâthe one that tortured me while both awake and asleepâwasnât dark or terrifying. It wasnât painful in the general sense. Well, that was unless you counted the pain my cock had suffered to be life threatening. I guess it could be considered cruel; she loved to torture me when I couldnât react or make her pay.
âYou are here to work, not fuck me. My pussyâs not on your daily task sheet!â
Iâd never been so hardâ¦so fucking swollen, as Iâd been in her presence. Twitching and pulsating against the zipper of my Leviâs, I hurt, and she refused to right the wrong sheâd created.
âI donât fuck my employeesâ¦not even the promising outline of your big cock will change that.â
You see, my personal hell was all wrapped up in a lustful package. A body created by God himself, made for the sole purpose of fucking up my quiet and ordinary life. This woman brought me down to my kneesâdemanded that I pay on a daily basis for the lustful thoughts and impulses she, herself, caused.
âWorry about making sure all the drywall on this floor is up; drilling me isnât on the agenda and never will be.â
And I would gladly repent daily, on my knees at her temple, if she would just give in to me.
My version of hell was a woman. A cock tease.
A woman whose inner and outer beauty surpassed the normal standard society had deemed appropriate. Janelle was a temptress, my personal mistress.
Rendered me incapable of both speech and function at times when all I wanted to do was make her mine. One day Janelle would break me, of that there was no doubt. Problem was that in pushing me past my breaking point, she was losing her power over me and becoming my target. My prey.
When that day came, I would take her without mercy. With no remorse because by then she would be as consumed in her need for me as I was for her.
This woman, angel, or my personal demon, has had my dick hard, leaking and begging for her attention since she first entered my life all those glorious months ago. Now, it was her turn to be miserable.
To feel an eighth of the demands my body made whenever she entered a room. I would make her beg me. Come from a mere look.
Janelle would cry out for me one day, and only then would I gift her my cock.
Her time was up.
I was coming for her.
About the Author:
Elena M. Reyes was born and raised in Miami Florida. She is the epitome of a Floridian and if she could live in her beloved flip-flops, she would.
As a small child, she was always intrigued with all forms of artâwhether it was dancing to island rhythms, or painting with any medium she could get her hands on. Her first taste of writing came to her during her fifth grade year when her class was prompted to participate in the D. A. R. E. Program and write an essay on what theyâd learned.
Her passion for reading over the years has amassed her with hours of pleasure. It wasn't until she stumbled upon fanfiction that her thirst to write overtook her world. She now resides in Central Florida with her husband and son, spending all her down time letting her creativity flow and letting her characters grow.
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Ten years ago, Ryleigh O’Donnell let the love of her life go so he could follow his dreams.
Now, she’s a successful bar owner, a loyal and fierce friend, and someone everyone counts on.
She has everything she has ever dreamed of, but there is still a void inside her the size of a six-
foot-four professional fighter, Rook Wallace, who she is forced to watch on television.
When she finds her past hiding in the shadows under her fire escape and asking for her help, she knows she should turn him away—protect herself. Her heart doesn’t care what her mind wants, though, and she risks everything by letting him back into her life. She just has to hold on long enough for him to clear his name, and keep his career afloat, then she can go back to business as usual … at least that’s what she tells herself.
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Title: Lessons in Temptation
Series: Lessons #2
Author: Chloe Maxx
Release Date: Oct 17, 2016
My name is Rebecca Wilson and I’m an awful person.
My life was good.
Or, at least, it was to the outside world.
He was so alluring.
It was only supposed to be one night of fun, then I’d go back home to my boyfriend and new job, never to see him again.
Of course, life had other plans—plans to throw him, along with his little sister, back into my path and tempt me to change my soul forever.
After renting a couple chairs and an umbrella, I set my bag on the sand and removed my shorts and tank top, exposing my turquoise bikini. It was a little more revealing than I normally wore, but it was really cute and I wanted to feel sexy.
Max made me feel sexy, I thought. The way his eyes had raked up and down my body, turning lusty, had definitely made me feel sexy… and it was an odd feeling for me.
Shaking those thoughts away, I dug through my bag for my sunscreen. The sun was blazing and the last thing I needed was a red face and body.
I found the bottle and bent over, spraying my legs first.
“I can help you with that,” I heard a voice say.
My head snapped up, finding Max walking toward me. “What?” I asked, struck stupid by his exposed chest and swim trunks.
“I said I could help you with that.” He came to a stop in front of me. “I wouldn’t want that beautiful back of yours to burn.”
I shook my head, clearing my thoughts of how hot he looked and the fact that he had just called my back beautiful. “Max, we’re supposed to be friends.”
“That’s what I’m doing. Being your friend by not letting your back scorch from the sun. Friends don’t like other friends to be in pain—at least not my version of friends.”
“Fine,” I relented—his reasoning was pretty solid—and handed him the bottle. “Thank you.”
He smiled and grabbed it from my hand. “Come sit down under the umbrella so I can make sure I don’t miss a spot. The sun is blinding.”
After taking a deep breath, I sat down sideways on the chair. Max smirked, and to my surprise, sat down on the chair, draping his legs over the sides. “Now, scoot between my legs.”
“Rebecca,” he said as he grabbed me by the waist and placed me between his legs. “There. Now I can do a good job.”
He began spraying my shoulders, which shouldn’t have been sexual in any way, but I couldn’t help the shiver that ran up my spine. He worked his way down my back, then pressed his chest against me. “Should I untie this tiny little string?” he whispered into my ear. “I wouldn’t want you to burn.”
“I… um…” I stammered, “I doubt that would happen under the fabric.”
I began to get up, but his hand came around my lower stomach, stopping me. “Wait. I need to rub it in.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“Yeah, I do.”
Chloe Maxx was born and raised in rural Oklahoma. She now resides in a small town, not far from where she grew up, with her husband and two boys. She loves being outdoors, the salty smell of the ocean, relaxing ocean waves, caffeine, and reading any book that has a little romance.
Title: Hades: Modern Descendants
Author: Elda Lore
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: October 24
“Welcome to Hell.”
Persephone Fields is just an average girl: beloved daughter and loyal friend. One night decides her Fate, when the prince of The Underworld becomes her savior and her kidnapper.
Hades has lived centuries in darkness and sin. When he decides to save the blonde goddess, he doesn’t consider the ramifications of his decision to bring her into his realm.
Two worlds divided struggle to find friendship in a history of family discord beyond their control. When attraction blurs the line, questions result in choices of love or loyalty.
A modern twist of the classic myth: Hades and Persephone, this version incorporates the sensual tension of opposites divided by contemporary humanity and mythical underworlds. Also reminiscent of Romeo and Juliet, this is a love story ripe with desire.
Author’s note: This book contains scenes of sexual intimacy.
Welcome to the alter ego world of L.B. Dunbar.
Was this a dream?
What was this strange beast we rode?
Who was this strange man behind me?
Could this be happening? Was I destined for a fate worse than the creep at the river?
The only thing keeping me from full-blown panic was when I recalled he had saved me, and the fact that his fingers were woven through my hair, as if trying to protect me from the rain. Suddenly bone tired, my eyes drifted shut in despair. My hands ached. My feet cut. My heart raced while the bike below me vibrated between my thighs. My stomach dipped as the bike catapulted toward the river. The front wheeled up and my captor yelled: “MORPH!” Metal tore apart as the head of the stallion reappeared. We hit the riverbed with a hardly thump, pitching us both forward as the rear of the horse returned. The result rose us up several feet. I lurched forward then sprang upward like a bobblehead toy. My head knocked his shoulder and an arm encircled my waist to steady my body. I was pressed back against a firm chest.
“Where in hell are we going?” I yelled over the splashing hooves and thudding rain.
“Exactly,” he shouted next to my ear.
“Hell,” he barked. My neck twisted and it caught his nose. He sniffed my hair above my ear. I spun further, my brows pinching, my eyes questioning. Those cobalt gems remained forward, focused. His face was a mask, stone-looking and bluish. Glancing down at the hand flat against my stomach, his nails were black and pointed, almost like talons or claws. Sensing my appraisal, he clenched his fingers into a fist, but it caught my thin tank and scratched against my belly. I cried out. Instantly, his hand removed from me and I noted the now shredded appearance of my shirt. I quivered again in fear, convinced death awaited me. My shoulders hunched forward in reaction to the sharp scrape.
“My apologies.” His formality sounded ancient and strange. My first glance would have placed him roughly the age of Tripper, but the cadence of his voice sounded years older. Thoughts of Tripper shifted to Swanson and Veva.
“My friends are waiting for me.” The statement seemed weak. “They’ll call the police, but I won’t tell anyone what happened, if you just take me back. No one would believe all this anyway.” Doubt for my own sanity crept through my brain.
“I cannot.” This man was clearly on a mission, and it was taking me in the opposite direction of home. While he’d been my savior in one instance, I suddenly realized he was a captor in another.
Ready to protest, or plea for my life, my voice faltered as a large building loomed before us. The entire structure stood black, metallic and foreboding. Not a single light shown from its glassy windows. The rain subsiding, water trickled down its sleek sides, like snakes writhing in escape. We headed for a tunnel ahead arched in limestone block. What should have been white brick was dark and dank looking, wet from the sudden storm and encased in crushed mud. We slipped under the arch, my captor ducking his head. Chilly air surrounded us. His breath brushed over my cool skin, enhancing the sudden cold. It was as if he’d eaten ice cream, his mouth frozen and exhaling to tease me. His grim face and clenched jaw proved he wasn’t kidding. Our faces were so close we nearly rubbed cheeks. If he turned his head, he’d kiss my jaw. My mouth watered at the disturbing thought.
The horse slowed, prancing wildly as his nostrils flared and his flanks spread from the excursion of a hard run.
“Whoa, Killer,” my captor soothed. “Home, boy.” Home? “What is he?” I asked instead, staring down at the mane of the creature that evidently was more than a horse.
“Up,” The horse’s master called out, ignoring my question. The gate rose, methodically slow, into the heavy stone above it. Sharp points on the ends accentuated the frightening structure that screamed stay away, danger lives behind here. I gripped the horse’s mane harder in my fists, finding no comfort in the coarse hair as I typically would in my own horse, Greece.
What was this place? One moment I faced a modern skyscraper, but in this tunnel a heavy gate stood guard like you’d see as the barrier to a castle dungeon or a hidden lair. My eyes scanned the moist cement walls, dripping with condensation. Gate barely risen, we ducked under the iron structure. It fell instantly with a clanking thud behind us. Echoing off the stone corridor, the sound solidified my imprisonment. I was trapped. Once the noise settled, a new one arose. We cantered up an incline, exiting the river enough that only a thin layer of water trickled over the stone flooring. A second sound echoed down the walls: a moan, a whimper, a sharp cry. What was that noise? I tilted my head as if I could distinguish it better. Its intensity grew as we pressed forward.
A moan, a whimper, a sharp cry.
“What is that?” I questioned. My voice, barely a whisper, trailed off. The sounds increased.
A moan, a whimper, a sharp cry. Then a wail.
I spun into the rider behind me and ducked my head. Pressing my cheek firmly against my savior-captor, my fists rose and clenched his open hoodie, soaked through like me.
A moan, a whimper, a sharp cry, a deepening wail.
My eyes pinched shut and I pressed harder into his chest. The hand that had scraped me released the reins, then rubbed hesitantly up my back. I peeked up at him as his tender touch surprised me. His hair was swept back in our haste through the rain. His face illuminated in the darkness of this cavernous space, that bluish tint reflected from intermittent torches. A scar curled from his forehead to his jaw near his hairline. Another scar crossed his strangely dark blue lips: a perfect line from nose to chin cut both curves. His jaw clenched in concentration. The moan, whimper, and sharp cry murmured throughout the cavern, calling and responding from all sections in a dull volley, and pulled me away from my observation. The elongated sound of each vibrated almost sensually throughout the tunnel. A sharp cry caught my breath as we drew near the end of the tunnel. I sat up straighter and inhaled. The stench was a mix of saltwater, fish, and rot. The irony—this was Nebraska. I shifted to question my fellow rider and without a word escaping my lips, he answered.“Welcome to Hell.”
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A writer of mythical worlds in modern times, I'm the alter ego of contemporary romance author, L.B. Dunbar.