Forty minutes later I was getting out of the cab in front of my condo and stepping inside the elevator. It had just turned midnight and I was exhausted from the day. I was tempted to take off my shoes in the elevator, from being on my feet all day and then having dinner. The elevator dinged and I stepped off on the penthouse floor. This was the same building Kamden used to live in and he actually sold me his place for a lower cost. I wasn’t ready to buy a home since I traveled so much. Strolling out I bumped into a brick wall of a hard-chiseled body wearing only a white t- shirt and gray jogging sweatpants.
“What are you doing here so late?” Malik asked.
I slightly pulled on my dress, feeling his eyes on me.
to explain that I left my old place that I shared with Christopher and stayed with my mom, then eventually got tired of being under constant scrutiny.
“You have fun with your friends?” Malik asked. I walked around him and inserted my key in the door.
“Not that it’s any of your business, but I did.”
door in his face.
and closed my eyes, cursing myself out for having that last glass of wine at dinner. I actually thought Malik was attractive outside of his usual suits.
I pulled off my shoes and headed to my bedroom where I removed my dress, tossed it over the couch and grabbed my silk robe. I couldn’t sleep without taking my makeup off at night, so I picked up a makeup wipe remover and cleaned my face when the doorbell rang again.
“Who the hell is that?” I asked myself before sliding my feet into my black kitty house shoes. I looked through the peephole and sighed. Turning the knob, I opened the door and Malik’s eyes and mouth focused on my body in the robe. I cleared my throat.
“You left this in the Uber. The doorman gave this to me when he saw me in the mailroom,” Malik said, holding out my purse for me to take.
“Thanks,” I replied, and grabbed it from him.
“I figure since you’re living in Kamden’s place now, Cicely works for you,”” Malik said.
I nodded. “Basically, I inherited her from Kamden. She refused to cut her hours down,” I joked.
“That’s Cicely,” Malik replied.
demanding I meet with them,” I hinted. He chortled and stepped back heading toward his apartment door. I closed the door, leaned against it and closed my eyes.
“You can’t, Sarai. He’s off-limits,” I said to myself. Heading back to my bedroom I finished cleaning off my makeup, brushed my teeth and got in bed to sleep the rest of the night away. Right as I closed my eyes and set the alarm, my phone buzzed, and I picked it up off the charger on the nightstand.
Football club lawyer, Santino Rossi is known in the locker room as the two-month chump. For years he’s been on a mission to find someone he can share his basil plant with and cure him of his former playboy ways. So when he ends up stuck in an elevator with the one that got away, he thinks a replay is a great game plan.
Title: REPLAY Author: Amy Daws Genre: Sports Romance Release Date: April 8, 2021 Cover Designer: Amy Daws
Anyone can fall for their brother's best friend...Tilly Logan fell for her brother's enemy.
Football club lawyer, Santino Rossi is known in the locker room as the two-month chump. For years he’s been on a mission to find someone he can share his basil plant with and cure him of his former playboy ways.
Tilly Logan is a fiery, Scottish lass who didn’t bat an eye five years ago when a smoldering Italian pulled her into a nightclub bathroom. He was dark, dangerous, and exactly the good time Tilly was looking for—even if he worked for her over-protective brother’s team.
But a lot has changed and when Tilly returns to London five years later only to find herself trapped in an elevator with the smoldering Italian, it isn’t a happy reunion. Especially because her brother blames Santino for her high tailing it back to Scotland in the first place.
Tilly doesn’t want a replay of past mistakes and reconnecting with Santino is playing with fire.
But if they keep their relationship a secret, it could be worth the burn.
I am a sucker for a good redemption story and Amy Daws gave me exactly that in Replay. I was invested and rooting for Tilly from the very start. Plus getting to catch up with the Harris brood is always a good time.
I adored Tilly. Yea, she was a bit of a mess but she was putting in the work to turn her life around. To make up for the mistakes of her past. To build a better future for herself. One she would be proud of. And that started with mending the relationships that meant the most to her. Namely her brother, Mac (yes that Mac from Blindsided). It was why she found herself back in London after her self-imposed exile a few years ago. And also how she found herself back in the orbit of Santino Rossi. A man her brother did not like.
Ohhhhh Santino. Can you say swoon city? That man is a dream. Smart, successful and loves his family. He was also working to reform his player ways, too bad he hadn't found anyone to spark his interest until he saw Tilly again. I loved his shock and absolute need to be near her. And how he played by her 'rules' even when he wanted to break them all.
Tilly and Santino's slow burning second-chance romance was charming and sexy and emotional and playful and I couldn't get enough. And that ending- holy crap!!! I am so ready for that adventure!!
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Amy Daws is an Amazon Top 13 bestselling author of sexy, contemporary romance novels. She enjoys writing love stories that take place in America, as well as across the pond in England. When Amy is not writing in a tire shop waiting room, she's watching Gilmore Girls, or singing karaoke in the living room with her daughter while Daddy smiles awkwardly from a distance.
Title: The Fae King's Prize
Series: Between Dawn and Dusk #3
Author: Jamie Schlosser
Genre: Fantasy/Paranormal Romance
Release Date: April 8, 2021
When I wake up at a female auction in a world I don’t recognize, all I can think about is getting back home to Texas. I want absolutely nothing to do with a realm called Valora, magic, faeries, or being sold to the highest bidder.
But the Day Realm king has other plans.
Zander says I’m his fated mate. I don’t believe him. That doesn’t stop him from tricking me into marrying him, though. It doesn’t matter if I argue or run—he won’t let me go.
I should hate him. Instead, I find myself ridiculously attracted to the stubborn, broody man. Sometimes he terrifies me, so I don’t know why his rare smiles give me warm tingles or why his arms make me feel safe.
Everything about Valora is confusing, but after just a short time here, I realize something—this place is full of dangers that are way more frightening than my new husband, and staying by his side just might be my only option.
“I can’t believe I actually thought you were handsome.”
Jamie Schlosser writes steamy new adult romance and romantic comedy. When she isn't creating perfect book boyfriends, she's a stay-at-home mom to her two wonderful kids. She believes reading is a great escape, otters are the best animal, and nothing is more satisfying than a happily-ever-after ending.
Series: Lost Love Trilogy
Author: Belle Brooks
Release Date: April 8, 2021
Genre: Contemporary Romance
What has Abigail forgotten? What has been erased?
Plenty, apparently ...
Abigail, the self-proclaimed hexed, is falling apart at the seams. She’s mad at the world—at the series of doors that continue to slam in her face. Most of all, she’s mad at herself.
When her best friend Sammy interferes in her spiral of self-loathing with an intervention, she finds herself walking into a successful law firm and right into Marcus’s lap.
He’s sophisticated, funny, and alluring … but he’s also underhanded. There’s something else about Marcus that Abigail never expected: a link to her past. But are some secrets better left hidden?
Belle Brooks is the International bestselling author of eight novels and multiple novellas. She lives out in the country of Queensland with her incredibly tolerant and crazy family. She writes contemporary romance, romantic comedy and contemporary women's fiction ranging from young adult to adult audiences. She also writes crime and psychological thrillers.
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The things I see aren’t for the faint of heart.
And I am no longer willing to ignore them. Not even when my family, and my best friend, tell me to keep quiet about what’s happening. They say people will think I’m crazy.
Maybe I am.
But the spirit haunting my professor’s house is definitely trying to tell me something, and I’m the only one who can see it.
The one person who can help me is my best friend's brother. But I don’t know if I can trust him or his friends. Or if I can step outside the protective bubble I’ve built around myself.
At this point it’s a toss up: the ghosts will kill me or my panic attacks will.
Either way, I figure I’m going to die.
Then there was my second reason for being at the library today. If I truly wanted to help this ghost-girl, then I needed to learn more about my sensitivity and any abilities that gave me—and people like me.
I frowned down at the top of my white coffee cup. Remembering this topic made me recall the events of the night before—
“Bianca?” Finn’s shocked voice broke through my thoughts. My eyes shot up. The blond-haired man was pushing past students in line at the coffee shop in order to reach my small, round table. “What are…”
“Hello, Finn.” I smiled at him, hoping the guilt from my lies didn’t show on my face. “How are you? What are you doing here so early in the morning?”
Finn’s mouth dipped, and he didn’t respond at first. Instead, he set his leather backpack on the floor and sat down in the seat across from me. “It’s not early. And I come here every day—to study. But”—he leveled a suspicious look at me, his gray eyes calculating—“you don’t.”
I raised an eyebrow in response, but he continued, “I got your message last night. Why did you cancel our meeting? What’s going on? I was worried.”
Sure. I could tell how worried he was when he didn’t even care if the ghost killed me.
I picked up my cup and blew on the rising steam before I answered, trying to sound nonchalant. “I do have homework too. Plus, I like reading. It’s not unheard of for me to come to the library, you know.”
“All right,” he conceded as he continued to study me. “But you only come late at night, when most people are partying. In fact, how can you even stand to be awake before ten in the morning?”
Darn him, he was right.
“The magic of caffeine.” I sipped on my coffee again, as if to prove my point. “Lots and lots of caffeine.”
His lips thinned, but he nodded. From the wary look in his eyes, he knew I was hiding something. But he seemed inclined to let it drop.
Instead, he pulled out his laptop and opened it—ready to do his technology thing.
That was kind of nonsensical. “Finn, why are you setting up? The library opens in less than ten minutes. Won’t you just move again?”
“Yes.” Finn began typing. “But that’s ten minutes worth of work that I’ve gotten done. I am busy right now, and I’m behind…” His voice trailed off as he frowned at the computer.
He was weird.
“I thought you finished your work for the semester already.”
Finn distractively waved his hand. “It’s not that. Don’t worry, it’s nothing that concerns you. I’m working on family stuff. My mother needed me to check into something. Where did you go last night?”
I ignored his question. “Your mom has you doing corporate work?”
“Something like that.” He looked up finally, his gaze meeting mine. My heart suddenly jerked—he was displeased. But about what?
After a silent moment, the look passed and he grinned warmly at me. “I’m glad you are here with me,” he said. And in an unexpected move, he shut his laptop and pulled one of my hands into his own. “I work better with you around. You inspire me. I don’t know what I’d do without you, Bianca.”
I almost choked, and my face exploded in heat. This was the side of Finn that always managed to catch me off guard—the one that made me think I meant as much to him as he did to me. And every time, I acted like an idiot. “I do? I—I’m glad I could help.”
“You do.” He traced his thumb over my knuckles. My face grew warmer at the action and his grin grew. “We should work together today. Are you going to be in the library all day? Sit with me.”
My warm feelings vanished.
I averted my eyes, unable to stand his intensity. He couldn’t know what I was researching. “Maybe…”
“Maybe?” Finn sounded surprised, and when I looked up, he was watching me with raised eyebrows. After our gazes met, he let go of my hand. “You don’t want to sit with me?” He paused, and an expression that I had never witnessed from him before shone in his serious eyes. “Bianca, are you meeting someone else? Have I done something?”
“No!” I vehemently denied, somewhat frightened at the intensity of his reaction. He was being terribly possessive. Especially for someone who had never even asked me on a date. I would have remembered if he had done so, because it was, after all, an event I had been dreaming about for years.
Or, was he only upset because he was afraid I had replaced him as a friend?
I was so confused.
I fidgeted as I tried to think of a way to redirect his attention. “I have research to do today. In fact, I might not even be here all day. I planned on going back and forth between the library and greenhouses.”
He rested his chin on his fist as he watched me. “You’re a terrible liar. The greenhouses are on the other side of campus, and you’re wearing a skirt.”
I froze, the fabric he mentioned clenched in my fist. Finn was right, of course. I never wore skirts when working in the conservatory. “Um…”
“What have you been up to—today and last night?” Finn studied me, his eyes demanding answers. “Are you lying to me about something?”
I grew more flustered as the seconds passed. I had to think of something!
He had made his point clear two days ago, and I couldn’t bring up that topic again. Even outside of meeting Damen, he’d never believe what Damen had said about me being a sensitive. Plus, if he knew I was involved in anything paranormal—especially trying to talk to a ghost—not only would he get involved, but so would my parents.
I couldn’t go through that confrontation with him again. Even if he—and everyone else—thought it was for my own good. It would break me this time.
So I had to think of something that would guarantee Finn would have zero interest in being anywhere near me today. A topic that would make a male flee in terror. Something awful.
“I—” My mental resources screamed out ideas, but nothing brilliant came to me. Lacking anything else, I blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “I’m doing a research paper on how human placenta usage in gardening may or may not be nourishing to the soil.”
Finn’s mouth was opened in shock, and my face burned. But I couldn’t stop now. “I have a theory that if you grind up the pla—”
“Stop!” Finn’s complexion was slightly green as he watched me in horror. “That’s great for you, but I really don’t need to know anymore. Please.”
Crude, but effective. It had worked.
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A mate bond is stronger than any other force in the world.
At least, that's what they say.
But what Titus and I have is... unique. Especially as, even though we'd been reborn so many times, the dragon has never had a mate. No one knows what to expect.
Outside of that, everything with Damen, Julian, and Miles is not all fun and games. Things are different now, and while that's natural, I'm not entirely sure I'm ready to make that next level of commitment.
However, we might not have a choice.
When Titus's investigation ramps up, becoming entangled with my debut case, I've run out of all other options. The reality is, my usual methods of coping won't work anymore. But to live is to grow, and to change.
Lyla Oweds is an Amazon bestselling paranormal romance and urban fantasy author who resides in the beautiful Pocono Mountains, Pennsylvania. She grew up near Gettysburg, Pennsylvania and is a native of Baltimore, Maryland, and has a deep appreciation for the paranormal, hauntings, and Edgar Allan Poe. As such, she loves all things fantasy, mystery, crime, and horror.
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She rode up the shoreline with Hugo, past driftwood, with the water lapping at their horses’ hooves. It was the same rhythmic sound she had always heard, always on a good horse, always riding in the morning. Her heart lifted. She did enjoy a good ride. So, apparently, did her husband. They were still feeling their way around each other, but this—like their bedding—was something they could enjoy together.
About The Author
Hailing from Pennsylvania, Miriam Newman has developed a prolific writing career that began in her twenties, although she published her very first novel some time later in 2009. She was published in poetry before catching the romance writing bug. Fantasy poetry driven by myths and legends has been her passion for as long as she can remember and she brings that background to her writing, along with a lifelong addiction to horses, an 18 year career in various areas of psychiatric social services, and many trips to Ireland, where she nurtures her muse. Her published works range from contemporary fantasy romance to fantasy historical, futuristic, science fiction and historical romance. It was in Ireland that she wrote The King’s Daughter. Ireland is her favorite place in this world. “I connect there with something I can’t even explain,” she says fondly.
Miriam spent many years working in Social Services, and after retirement, she found herself working part-time in local government. Currently, she lives in rural Pennsylvania with a “motley crew” of rescue animals. Her passion for animal rescue and fostering has included a number of fur babies, from horses to dogs to a pig that appeared on her porch one morning. Also a lover of great books, the one that she finds most responsible for her venture into fantasy and recommends is 'The Once and Future King' by T.H. White.
“Why did you keep working here?”
My head snaps up, my confused gaze colliding with Ryder’s. “What?”
His expression is inscrutable, but it’s…intense. Whatever is going on behind his blue eyes must be a doozy. “If you thought you had slept with your boss, why didn’t you just quit?”
“You really want to talk about this now?” While sober?
I do confrontation best with some liquid courage.
He says nothing. Just watches me and waits.
I toss my pen onto the table. “Because if you didn’t remember it happening, then I could pretend like it never did, too. Clean slate.”
When his tongue slowly drags over his lower lip, I can’t tell if he likes that answer or not.
I roll my eyes with a huff. “Plus, not to add to your already inflated ego, this is the best market and ad firm in the area, despite your abhorrent people skills. It was a dream job for me.”
He taps his finger against the gleaming wood of the table. Tap, tap, tap. “You made it clear right from the start that you weren’t my biggest fan. Can I now assume that was because you were angry that I, from your perspective, didn’t remember us having sex?”
I have no answer.
What the hell am I supposed to say to that? I’m afraid the truth will make me sound like a naïve girl who became obsessed with a guy after only one night.
FYI, I didn’t.
Tap, tap, tap of his finger. “But being angry implies that you wanted me to remember.” A muscle pops in his jaw. “It was that good for you?”
‘Kay, now I’m rattled.
Because now I know that I never slept with Ryder Colson. My long-time annoyance with him is unfounded, yet it feels as strong as ever and I don’t know what to do about it.
“We’re not talking about this,” I state firmly.
Seriously? “Because now I know it wasn’t you. Which means that none of this is your business. We”—I gesture between us—“never slept together.”
Your brother and I did was the unspoken part of that sentence.
He hears it. And his nostrils flare.
“You’re right,” he admits gruffly. “It wasn’t me. Because if it had been me, I wouldn’t have forgotten a single detail. Like Myles obviously did.”
My face goes slack.
Did he just—? Did I hear him say—?
Ryder just took us into another realm. Another dimension. For the first time ever, he turned a sexual corner with me. One I thought we both silently agreed to never even approach, let alone maneuver around.
But he went there. He put it out there.
“Are you saying I’m not worth remembering?”
His face darkens, hardens. “Fuck, no. I’m saying anyone who doesn’t remember a night with you didn’t deserve to have you in the first place.”
I just stare…
…and stare some more…
…and drool a little…
I shake my head. Like a dog. What the frig is happening right now?
Is Ryder saying that he wants a night with me? Or is this just some male chauvinist thing where he has to assert himself as the most virile man in the village because he senses another encroaching on his territory?
He does realize I’m not his territory, though, right?
I’m not his anything. Except employee.
“I’d say it’s for me to decide whether or not someone deserves me,” I eventually say, my voice oddly hoarse.
Tap, tap, tap. “You never answered my question.”
I know which one he’s talking about, but I still ask. “What question?”
Tap, tap, tap. “Was it good for you?”
I cross my arms over my chest, assessing him. Okay, fine. He wants to go there? Let’s do this. “We’re talking about your brother here. You really want to know?”
Tap…tap…tap. “He may not remember it, but you clearly do. It couldn’t have been the worst you’ve ever had.”
“What if I said it was the best?”
His face reflects a range of emotions in a matter of seconds that confuses the crap out of me. At first, his eyes crinkle in the corners, as if he’s pleased. Then they narrow to slits as banked fury emanates from them.
“Then I’d say that’s because I haven’t had you.”
My jaw unhinges like a snake’s.
He slowly nods, his eyes burning holes through me. “Yeah, duchess. I said that.”
Title: We're Made of Moments
Series: Cole Creek #1
Author: Molly McLain
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: April 9, 2021
We were made of moments.
A handful of nights.
Two weeks of passion.
Four years of denial.
She was never mine to keep, still I took every second that girl was willing to give me.
I always knew she’d go back to him.
But I never expected she’d take a piece of me with her.
He changed my life forever, and it happened long before our two weeks together.
I didn’t mean to fall for him.
But how could I not when he gave me the most precious gift of all?
We’re Made of Moments (A Cole Creek Novel) is the first book in a brand new, small town romance series by Molly McLain. This series is full of Molly’s guaranteed feel-good vibes, amped up emotion, and page-sizzling heat. If you liked the River Bend and Velocity series, you will LOVE Cole Creek!
“Daddy’s here!” Jett shrieks from the first floor and, just like that, my stomach drops to my toes.
Lane winks. “You got this, gorgeous.”
I know I do. But that doesn’t mean I have to like any part of it.
When he turns away, I paste on my game face and chink my armor firmly into place, just like I do every other Friday. I also send up a prayer for extra grace this week, because these exchanges seem to be getting harder and harder. I’m not sure why, but I feel the unease creeping in a little more with every swap.
“Mama, come on!” Jett yells again, and I pull in a deep breath. Shoulders back, girlfriend.
I make it halfway down the stairs when my son yanks the front door open and launches himself at the brick wall of a man standing on the other side.
Big arms wrap around our little boy and lift him from the floor, while my lungs hold every ounce of air in my body hostage.
My son adores his father. Of that, I am absolutely certain. And when aquamarine eyes, the exact same color as Jett’s meet mine over the top of our little boy’s head, I realize that no matter how hard I try to prepare myself, this will never get easier.
Molly McLain lives in a tiny Wisconsin town with her husband, three kiddos, and two adorable German Shorthaired Pointers. She's addicted to 80's ballads, 90's rock, cheesecake, and office supplies, and she's been scribbling down love stories in spiral notebooks since she was old enough to daydream about hunky boys and happily-ever-afters. Now, she turns those daydreams into steamy, small town romance novels.
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Excerpt“Who are you?” I finally ask.
With a smirk so sexy it sends blood rushing through my veins, she replies, “I’m Sloane. Emory’s sister, the renter of this apartment, romance author extraordinaire, and now, your private nurse.”
Emory. Emory. Emory? I have that niggling feeling again and smash my knuckles into my temples. Why can’t I remember?
“Ah, Loki?” Her sweet voice fills the room. “Emory. Preston’s doctor, remember?” Sloane murmurs just as Ashton enters the room.
“Jesus Christ, Loki. It’s so good to see you awake. You scared the shit out of us,” he says while wrapping me in one of those Westbrook hugs I learned to tolerate all those years ago. Okay, maybe tolerate is too harsh a word, but I can’t focus on how good it is to be home right now.
“It’s good to see you, too, Ash. We have work to do, though.” Remembering we have an audience, I turn to Sloane. “Hey, Red? Would you mind giving us a few minutes?”
“Actually, I do.”
Seth rolls his eyes, and Ashton chuckles.
What the hell?
“Listen, I see you’ve camped out here, and I appreciate you were taking care of me, but my work is confidential and could be a matter of life or death. Plus, this is my apartment, so I’m going to have to ask you to step out of the room.”
Is this girl joking?
I look to the guys for backup and realize instantly that they have no intention of stepping in.
“What do you mean, no? This,” I say, gesturing around the room, “is my apartment.”
Her sparkling green eyes dance with mischief, and I know she’s about to put me in my place.
“You may own it, but I am renting it. I have a signed lease, and I’ve checked; you cannot kick me out.” She smiles as she rounds the bed, her wild, silky hair falling out of a ponytail that sits on top of her head. Before settling back into her chair, she opens a medicine bottle, then hands me two pills and a glass of water.
“Take those before the pain gets too bad. Doctor’s orders, and you don’t want to mess with my sister. One is an antibiotic, and one is just a mild pain pill. If Emory’s sedatives didn’t knock you out, you don’t need to worry about those.”
How the hell did she know I would worry about the pain pills knocking me out?
“Ah, boss? I’ve got some stuff to tell you, and it’s okay to talk freely in front of Sloane.”
Seth is acting dodgy, and I don’t like it. Narrowing my eyes, I glare from him to Sloane, to Ashton before finally settling back on Seth.
“Well, what is it?” My irritation is bubbling over.
“Sloane, you have your notebook handy, right? You might as well take notes. I think we’re going to need them to piece this together.”
I watch in shock as she takes not one but two pens out of her ponytail and grabs the notebook on my nightstand.
“We’re going to talk about this apartment thing. Soon,” I say seriously.
“Can’t wait, handsome.” She winks. She actually fucking winks at me.
Avery is a hot mess of a mom to four wildly sweet mini-humans and two fur babies. She spends far too much time in her pj's and trips over herself multiple times a day. Accident-prone is probably a fair assessment.
Having grown up in small-town Vermont, Avery often jokes about being the most naïve person in the room. Luckily, she's used that small-town charm to write character-driven contemporary romances that have you laughing one minute, and crying the next.
When she isn't refereeing (three little boys require a lot of whistle blowing), or cuddled up with her real-life Prince Charming, you can find her tucked away with a bottle of wine (because those steamy scenes don't write themselves!), or coaching her daughter's basketball team.
Avery now lives in North Carolina where she brings life, love, and a happily ever after to every character she writes.
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From USA Today bestselling author, Dani René, comes the first book in the Crimson Falls Duet. A slightly twisted retelling of an age-old favorite.
A contract had been signed.