I absolutely loved this book! My heart broke more throughout the book than ever before!

Penelope "P" was a girl that came from the wrong side of town. She was in the foster system and one day she meets the Sterling brothers out of the blue and became best of friends with them. From the first time they meet they are inseparable. Nine year old Penelope and Colt seem to hit it off the best but Linc was not far behind. Both brothers had feelings for P but she chooses Colt.

As teenagers, they are still inseparable but Linc has gotten more and more intolerant and Penelope seems to find herself attracted to him with his bad behavior, but she would never do Colt wrong...or would she??

One unfortunate circumstance leads P and Linc more attached than ever and even though they fight that attraction, they are still linked no matter what.

This book you guys, I think is the one to hit the spot. I really loved it and even though I had a few tears here and there I still managed to devour this beauty in one sinful sitting. It was one of those books that when you start you just can't put down.

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Cole’s world shattered seventeen years ago. Now he’s got one chance to get his life back on track. Cole starts his own band, hoping that going back to music will ease his tortured soul. There’s only one problem— he can’t find a drummer.

1. J. Casarez is stuck working in her family’s restaurant until her cousin calls her to audition. Cole’s not expecting a female drummer. Yet from the first beat they sizzle. But there’s no way she’s getting involved with a privileged, pretty boy.

Only... it’s not just their onstage chemistry that’s on fire.

She has no idea what happened to make him into the man who tempts her to break all her rules. Then outside forces threaten to tear T. J. and Cole apart.

How are they going to rock the hardest and keep their hearts intact?

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“Ohhhhh, sure. Your Gulfsteam 550 is way safer than cars. This thing is in the fucking air!” T. J. makes a move forward with her hand and then plunges it down with a whistling crash sound. “You’re an insensitive jerk. As soon as the seatbelt sign goes off, I’m getting away from you.”

Bing. The pilot’s voice comes over the loudspeaker. “You may feel free to move about the cabin.”

T. J. franticly unfastens her seatbelt, but instead of moving away she swings her long leg over me, straddling my lap. She grabs my shirt. “Who’s going to save me if we crash? You? You?”

I rub her back. “Yeah, me, baby. Let me be your hero.”

Her dark chocolate eyes seem to melt a little.

“And who’s going to distract me?” She whispers. “You?”

“All flight long,” I say softly.

She kisses me sweetly, like she’s sipping and savoring my taste. It Her desire turns needy, like she’s drinking my strength, and I’m more than happy to provide it. She licks the seam of my mouth, asking entrance, and I hesitate.

I’m breaking my unspoken promise to Spider. How much trouble awaits me back in L.A. isn’t clear and getting closer to her might put her in trouble. I rub her lower back with one hand but gently push her away by the shoulder with the other.

“Teej. You sure this is a good idea?”

T. J. grinds against me, and I close my eyes and stifle a groan.

“It’s a great idea.” She rubs her luscious body against mine, fitting us perfectly together. She rides me, and any resistance I had flies out the window and into the blue sky. “I need it.”

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Fan favorite M. J. Roberts is known for lovable characters, witty dialogue, exciting plot twists, fast-paced action that keeps you on the edge of your seat, and romance scenes that sizzle.

With more than two million copies of stories in circulation worldwide, Roberts is well loved for creating characters who feel as real as your most cherished friends.

M.J. Roberts is the author of seventeen novels, including the popular Rock Hard: Chord Brothers series, and over twenty short stories; she’s won six literary awards including the Literotica Summer Lovin’ Contest 2015 for Risk Your Heart and the April 2019 gold medal from Literary Titans for Rock Hard: Chord Brothers, Book 1.

Roberts is also an editor, songwriter, audiobook narrator, and professor of creative writing. A modestly humble egomaniac with a penchant for superheroes, she’s married to an awesome professional musician (a.k.a. The Rock and Roll God). Her ‘I’m with the band’ status and access to a bunch of real-life alpha bad boys means she’s always saying ‘Anything you say can and will appear in print. Names will be changed to protect the guilty.’

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Autumn winds and rain have returned to Crimson Point.

It’s November in the Pacific Northwest and Thanksgiving is just around the corner. Beckett and the Crimson Point gang are looking forward to celebrating the holiday together. This year they all have more to be thankful for than ever…but that also means they have even more to lose.

But this year a different kind of storm is looming.

Recent problems at work have left Beckett and crew scrambling to get projects completed. It’s all hands on deck, and just as the end is finally within sight, a deadly threat emerges from the shadows. When things take a lethal turn, the Crimson Point team must once again come together to save one of its own, and hunt down the vengeful killer before he can strike again.

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Santino’s spine tingled when he realized another thing she had said had just been proven true. He watched as someone threw some money into his brother’s guitar case, requesting a song. Alessandro began to play “Nights in White Satin” by Moody Blues. Transfixed, Santino stood leaning against the door, crippled by the words. A vision of Marcello in his black suit, lying against white satin in the coffin nearly knocked his legs out from under him. Santino thought about the email on Marcello’s phone. Sadness washed over him, knowing the guilt his brother carried was comparable to the weight of the world.

The tragic irony of the song’s lyrics were felt by all three of them.

The words sliced Alessandro’s heart open as he paralleled each lyric to his dead brother. Shamo picked up on his distress, scratching his paws on his leg and nudging his master’s thigh in an effort to bring comfort. By the end of the song the tears were tracking down his pain-filled face and falling on to his guitar. He couldn’t lift his head. It was just too much. The guitar hung loose as Alessandro raised his hands to his face.

The crowd was bewildered and uncomfortable, slowly taking the hint and moving on. Witnessing someone down on their luck was one thing, but connecting with their sorrow was another.

Ava moved behind Santino when she saw his body heaving, trying to contain his emotions. She enveloped his back, offering support without embarrassing him. Squeezing him tight, she said, “I promise we’ll help him. I’ll make sure of it.” Then she whispered, a little panicked, “Keep your head down, he’s coming this way.”

Alessandro, unaware of their presence, guitar slung over his back, his knapsack in his hand, pushed past them, heading to the bathroom. Santino turned, following at a safe distance. He waited a minute, taking a deep breath before walking in, afraid he wasn’t prepared to come face-to-face with his brother just yet. Santino could hear Alessandro crying in a stall. He was mumbling an apology over and over. Santino heard him unzip the knapsack, rummaging through it. Ten seconds later, he cursed as a baggie of cocaine dropped to the floor.

Santino took a step back like Alessandro had dropped a grenade. He knew what that baggie was—his friends had indulged in front of him a few of times. Suddenly, it all made sense—the weight loss, his appearance. He needed to regroup and think before he could make contact with Alessandro. Feeling desperate, he flung the door open to find Ava.

Ava went to the puppy to make sure he didn’t run off. “Hi, Shamo. You’re a little cutie.” Although happy with the attention, the little guy was trying to free himself from the pole to follow his master. Petting his head, she cooed, “He’ll be right back. Don’t worry.” She turned her head when she heard Santino call her.

He walked quickly to her and bent down, grabbing her arm. “Come on.”

She was annoyed at being manhandled, but noticed Santino was white as a ghost. “What’s wrong? What did he say?”

Santino tightened his grip as he dragged her around the corner. “I didn’t talk to him. He was too busy snorting coke in the stall.” He noticed when she winced and let go of her arm. He ran his hand over his face, turning his frustration on Ava. “He’s fucking drinking and doing drugs. When I realized my hero is a goddamn alcoholic druggie, I froze, then hightailed it out of there. He isn’t just dealing with depression. It’s gone way past that, Ava. I don’t know what to say to him, or how to deal with the lowlife he’s become.”

Ava didn’t ever mince words, and she wasn’t going to start now. “You’re not the person to help him. I am.”

Santino was floored, to say the least. He moved his face down to hers. “You? You think you can help him? Are you crazy? The man you just saw is not the brother I know and love. I can’t trust him. He might hurt you. Ava, you’re a tiny little woman. Alessandro is six feet tall, and he needs someone who’s qualified to help. I just don’t think he’ll go to rehab.”

Ava knew he was beyond upset, but that wasn’t a reason to get in her face. She shoved him, squinting as she seethed out, “No, I’m not crazy! Calm the hell down. For your information, I am qualified. Remember me telling you I volunteered? Well, it was in a substance abuse program. Alessandro is going to need professional help, and I can give it to him. We should try to get him into rehabilitation. But, you can’t force a person to go into a rehab facility if they don’t want to go. If he won’t go, I have all the information and the know-how. Don’t be a fool. Besides, this isn’t just your call. Valentina and your brothers should weigh in on this decision.”

Santino leaned against the building, his head up and eyes closed as they filled with moisture. His mind was consumed with the ramifications of Mamma and his brothers finding out, and the thought of letting Ava help. Or the fear that she might not be able to help. The fear of nobody being able to help Alessandro. He slid down the wall, clasping his head in his hands. “Oh my God, what do I do?”

Her heart melted for the good man in front of her, who had dealt with so much over the last few years. After the massacre, his family should have been given a free pass for the rest of their lives. Instead of having to gear up their emotional resilience yet again. She knelt in front of him. Clasping his shoulders, she said in a confident tone, “I’ll help him. Trust me, Santino. If I can’t help him, I will get someone that can. The important thing is, we found him, so we have a chance. We won’t approach him tonight, because I don’t think that would be helpful for either one of you. The two of us will follow him home tonight, and we’ll confront him in the morning.”

Santino lifted his defeated face. “What do I tell Mamma? This is going to kill her. Fuck him for putting me in the position of having to break her heart again. How much more do you think she can take?”

Kat closed her eyes, gripped Roman’s damp shirt with both fists and held on for dear life. At the diner a few nights before, while he’d been interrogating her for his stupid competition, she’d thought he’d pulled out all the stops when he’d kissed her.

She’d been absolutely, one hundred percent dead wrong about that one.

Hell, he was magnificent, stealing her senses with only his mouth and controlling her in ways she never knew were possible. Each slide of his tongue and gentle nip of teeth lured her deeper into his web. She was a willing victim, lost to his spell, even while a tiny part of her dazzled mind whispered that consequences awaited when she came up for air again.

Screw the consequences. She’d never responded to another human being this way—all sparks, fire and desperate wanting. Buried beneath it all, a quiet hum rang deep inside, as if with Roman and in his arms was exactly where she was supposed to be. She slipped her hands around his neck and pressed closer, her body aligning with his from thighs to shoulders, a direct connection to his hardness and heat.

Roman groaned into her mouth and angled his head, taking the kiss deeper, and the thread of control she’d still managed to hold on to snapped. With a little jump, she wrapped her legs around his hips and clung to him like he was the one giant tree still standing in a raging storm. She wasn’t surprised when he held her, strong and steady.

“Katerina.” He said her name like a prayer, full of wonder, as he scattered lingering kisses along her throat, and damn it all if she didn’t melt more under his adoration. “You destroy me.”

No, not destroy. More like consumed, body and soul. She ran her fingers through his short hair and tried to catch her breath. All this time, she’d been shortchanging herself with Vic. Not once had her body roared to life beneath his touch. Never had she wholly surrendered to sensation, forgotten to worry if she might be using her hands wrong or if she should use more tongue and be softer, more feminine. Roman liberated her from a cage that she’d become far too comfortable with, a trap she’d been in so long she’d accepted it as unchangeable.

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I put all of our potential issues on a detour and focus on the man in front of me. “How could I be anywhere else when I’ve got that”—I wriggle my hips, grinding against the ridge in his pants—“beneath me?”

He grunts. “Just checking. I was worried I was losing my edge there for a second.”

He shifts the angle of his hips, driving his jutting erection directly against my mons.

My eyes fall shut on a moan. “Pretty sure that’s impossible.”

“No, what’s impossible is your body. You’ve been shoving these tits at me in my dreams ever since you first walked into my office. You know that? They’ve been the first thing on my mind every morning for almost a week now.”

Hearing that does all kinds of fluttery things to my insides.

His hands guide my hips into a rocking motion. I earnestly follow his direction, creating a simmering friction between our connected bodies.

“Funny,” I whisper up at the night sky. “I’ve had similar dreams about you. Only you’re shoving something of yours in my face.”

He growls, his mouth drifting over the swell of my breasts. “Is that right? You want to tell me more about that?”

“You want me to show you instead?”

He stills. “Is that a serious question?” >I grin. “Predictable man.”

“I’ve been called worse.”

Before I can shimmy off his lap, his hand slides up to the back of my neck and pulls me down for a kiss that is so searing hot, it feels more like a brand.

And dear God, that’s exactly what he’s managing to do. With every second I spend in his company, with every flick of his tongue, with every drawl of the word darlin’, he’s embedding himself beneath my skin, tattooing his touch onto every inch of my body.

He might as well have already branded his initials right on my ass.

   

Melanie grew up in a small town in rural Missouri. After marrying her husband, she decided she wanted to try coastal life because why not? A few months later, they moved to North Carolina where she discovered her passion for writing, and they never looked back. They are now enjoying life with their beautiful daughter in Savannah, GA and loving every minute with their little Georgia peach.

Melanie’s other passion is traveling and seeing the world. With anthropology degrees under their belts, she and her husband have made it their goal in life to see as many archaeological sites around the world as possible.

She has a horrible food addiction to pasta and candy (not together…ew). And she gets sad when her wine rack is empty.

At the end of the day, she is a true romantic at heart. She loves writing the cheesy and corny of romantic comedies, and the sassy and sexy of suspense. She aims to make her readers swoon, laugh out loud, maybe sweat a little, and above all, fall in love.

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