Cover Designer: Letitia Hasser of RBA Designs
Photographer: Lauryn Alvarez Photography
Cover Model: Joshua Butler
My name is Brecklyn Brannon, and I’m not who I claim to be.
A year ago, I packed up my promising life in the city for a man I saw only once.
Accepting a temporary job with Cade and four blazing hot veterans should have been my way in.
Except, Cade acts like he would rather be tortured than speak to me.
He can resist all he wants, but I made a promise that I intend to keep.
Even if it costs me everything.
I’ve watched her for over a year.
There’s something about her that seems familiar… but now that she’s living here for two weeks, I could care less what it is.
I just want her gone.
Breck is temptation personified, and some lines can't be crossed.
I'm Major Cade Jameson, and I made a promise, too.
One that I can't break.
No matter how hard it gets.
EXCERPT:Cade Jameson has entered the building, and holy alien babies, he’s wearing a motherfucking tank top with his dress shirt hanging open. Those delicious pecs toy with my emotions as they flex underneath the snug fabric, taunting me with ridiculous requests like: Bite me, Breck.
But Cade has some serious voodoo going on because I take an unintended step in his direction when he snaps, “Are you seriously getting him drunk, Hayes?” Cade charges over to the two drunks and snatches the bottle of liquor from the table before turning and pouring it down the sink.
“Aw! Come on, Major. I was just having a little fun with him. He had some nerves.”
Cade mumbles something low that sounds a lot like stupid motherfuckers.
“Cade.” Theo’s glassy eyes meet mine like he just realized I was here. And then he smirks at me. “Jameson,” he mutters.
“Don’t talk to me right now, Von Bremen. Commander is going to be fucking pissed that you’re drunk two hours before the wedding.”
Shoulders hunched, Cade sighs at the sink before straightening and walking to the table, sliding a glass of water in front of Theo. “Drink all of it.”
Theo laughs at the glass of water and tries to lay his head down on the table. “No, no, no. Stay upright,” Cade scolds, his tone laced with exasperation, pulling him up in the chair by his shoulders and then glaring at Hayes. “This is your mess. Sober his ass up right now.”
Cade loses his temper, yelling into the kitchen with the voice of a Marine. “What, Theo?”
You could hear a mouse burp in China. That’s how quiet it is in this kitchen until Theo snorts and points to me.
“Your jelly girl is behind you.”
Free with Kindle Unlimited!
About the Author:
After eight long years, she released her debut novel, Commander in Briefs. It was a long road, but she can honestly say, the road less traveled had the most beautiful sights.
The only thing Kristy Marie loves as much as reading and writing is sports! Especially those that require muscles and a nice ass. Her favorite is, and always will be, baseball. She's such a fan, that she even married her small town's high school's centerfielder where they still live with their three badass kids.
Title: Don't Go There
Series: Awkward Love #5
Author: Missy Johnson
Release Date: August 14, 2018
Vodka should come with a warning:
Mixing with Karaoke will make you do stupid shit, like sing that song you wrote when you were fourteen, about the boy who broke your heart.
At least he didnât see it.
Oh wait. He did.
I should've just stayed home. The only reason I came was to stop Lily from doing something stupid, like crash her ex-boyfriend's wedding.
When I open my hotel room door to find Adam standing there, that sexy smirk tells me heâs hasnât changed. Heâs still the same arrogant asshole who made my childhood hell.
He insists on driving us home, and while heâs the last person I want to be around, he and I both know itâs a bad idea for Lily to be anywhere near that wedding.
Iâm on the road trip from hell with my heartbroken cousin, and the one guy I canât stand.
What was I thinking?
Free in Kindle Unlimited
Itâs five in the morning and Iâm still awake. Iâm bordering on delirium, because Iâm so tired, but I just canât get to sleep. Iâve tried listening to music, clearing my mind, counting backward â¦ nothing is working.
Thereâs still one thing I havenât tried â¦
I hold my breath, listening to the sound of his breathing as I creep my hand under the blankets and down over my stomach. I freeze when he stirs, but he doesnât wake up. My heart pounds as I focus on the sound of his breathing and nothing else.
My body tenses as a part my legs, just enough to slide a finger along my entrance. I hold my breath, the air catching my throat, then I quickly exhale as I slide a finger inside myself. I close my eyes and concentrate as I massage my clit, trying so hard not to make a sound.
What would it feel like to kiss him?
I sigh, imagining his lips brushing over mine, while I rake my hands over that thick, uneven stubble. I swallow, my pussy aching as I tease myself, imagining my fingers sliding over his muscular chest.
I work myself faster and harder as my body reacts. The soft lapping of my finger sounds a thousand times louder than it really is. I gasp as my finger slides deeper inside me. I want to scream, but I canât, so I force the sound back down my throat and ride the last of my climax out in total silence, all while still imagining his hands on me. Itâs torture and bliss at the same time.
I stare at the ceiling, unable to do anything other than lie there, listening to my heart pounding in my chest. I kick off the blankets, my skin all hot and sweaty. Then I smile and swallow a giggle. That was incredible. Iâve never experienced a rush quite like that before.
Snuggling into my pillow, I sigh. Iâm so close to asleep â¦
And then I hear that familiar chuckle.
I hold my breath, not trusting myself to do anything other than lie there and panic. I slowly relax when he doesnât react. Heâs asleep. Itâs fine. I imagined it. I breathe out and then close my eyes. Just as I finally feel like Iâm going to fall asleep, his sleepy voice cuts through the silence. I lie there, holding my breath, my eyes wide open.
âFeels good to be naughty, doesnât it, Katie?â
His sleepy voice cuts through the silence. I donât answer, because I canât.
âNext time you do that? Iâll be participating.â
Free in Kindle Unlimited
Free in Kindle Unlimited
Free in Kindle Unlimited
Free in Kindle Unlimited
Missy lives in central Victoria with her husband, three-year-old daughter, two cats, two dogs and turtle. When she's not writing, she can usually be found â¦oh wait. Sheâs always writing.
TWO WEEKS LEFT!!
Shimmy Bang Sparkle by Nicola Rendell
Release Date: August 21st
Add To Goodreads:
To catch a thief…or fall for one?
All Nick Norton wants is to stay on the straight and narrow…and never get caught stealing again. Then he lays eyes on her: Stella Peretti—100 percent sexy and absolutely irresistible. Especially when he sees her smooth moves lifting a two-karat diamond. Nick realizes he’s found the sparkling woman of his dreams—one so perfect for him it’s almost criminal.
The Shimmy Shimmy Bangs are master jewel thieves who are planning the heist of the century. And Shimmy leader, Stella, isn’t about to let anyone—even if he is a hunky, tatted-up studmuffin—get in her way. But when two of her girls are put out of commission, Stella realizes that Nick isn’t just a red-hot distraction. He might be the answer to her pilfering prayers.
Now, Nick and Stella are putting everything on the line for one last job. But when two thieves have this much chemistry, it’s only a matter of time before somebody’s heart gets stolen.
Two hours later, I was standing in a department store in Palm Desert, wearing gray dress pants, a pair of Italian loafers that squeaked when I walked, a light blue button-up shirt, and . . .
When she’d picked them out, I’d said, “Oh, fuck no,” but as she stood in front of me outside the men’s dressing room, buttoning them into the slacks and making helpless groans and moans, I knew I didn’t have the strength to tell her no for real. At this rate, I’d be buying dipped fruit and suspenders for the rest of my life, and honestly . . .
I was psyched about it. When I turned to check myself out in the mirror, I realized the suspenders didn’t look so bad. Not at all. They looked sharp. Old-fashioned in the right way, like out of Peaky Blinders. But I was an ex-con who weighed 275 pounds and drove a motorcycle. I couldn’t be wearing suspenders, for Chrissake.
“It’s a big ask, Stella,” I said, eyeing her as she riffled through a rack of dress shirts. Over her shoulder was a dog carrier bag she’d brought with her, pink-and-white with black paw prints. Priscilla had nodded off and was slowly sliding down into the bag, her lip stuck on the top edge.
Stella froze with one finger perched on a hanger hook as she chewed an enormous chunk of apple, moving it around in her mouth so that it expanded the inside of her cheek. “I know,” she said, with her palm covering her overstuffed mouth. “But just look at you.”
As she said it, a woman approached, pushing a stock cart. When she glanced in my direction, she promptly drove the cart right into a mannequin, and its arm popped off. That, in turn, knocked over a second mannequin, which knocked over a third. Everything the lady did just made it all so much worse. I stepped in to stop the domino-mannequin effect, while Stella stood next to the shirts with a big told you so smile on her face. The woman clutched an arm and a foot, and stared at me, as I tried to reposition a mannequin in a fuzzy track suit on its stand.
“Oh sir, that ensemble is very nice!” she cooed, with big Bambi eyes. Her gaze went from my tattoos to the suspenders, to the pants, and back again.
“You like it?” I asked as I rolled up my sleeves.
The woman gulped. “I do. Very much. Very much.”
Stella circled back around a table covered with dress shirts, and I saw that in her hand she was holding a fedora—like a stylish hipster sort of thing. Not my jam at all.
“Oh no you don’t,” I growled, teasing her, trying to snatch it out of her hands. But she pressed her body up against mine, and instinctively I pulled her into me. She took advantage of me being a fucking sucker for her body, and put the hat on my head. Her eyes lit up, and she leaned back in my arms. Then she said to the salesgirl. “What do you think?”
The salesgirl didn’t even speak. Just dropped a plastic mannequin arm and smiled. Stella made a long, adorable, “Mmmhmmmm!” as she slipped from my grasp, and headed off toward cocktail dresses.
Once I’d changed, and made was sure the woman wasn’t going to knock over another row of mannequins, I followed along behind Stella, weaving and dodging between racks and displays. Stella held up a stunning little black dress, classy and with a slit up a side that was mouthwatering even on the hanger. But then, behind her, there it was. The dress. Little black dresses were fine, but we were going out on the town for our first real date, and that dress was the one. A showstopper. So I shook my head at the black one in her hand, and Stella rumpled up her eyebrows. She put the dress back on the rack, plunged her hand into her purse, and emerged holding the apple on its stick. She took a bite, and stuck it back in its bag, and turned her attention to a strapless red number that would’ve looked great on her, no doubt. But still, it wasn’t the dress.
I tickled her side to get her attention, and when she turned to me, I pointed behind her, at a two-story atrium. The mannequin was set up on a round platform, with a spotlight on it, next to a piano that wasn’t being played. The dress was nothing but rhinestones, with thin jeweled straps coming up from a plunging neckline.
Stella hooted and approached the dress while laughing and shaking her head. “I can’t possibly wear this,” she said, and ran her fingertips over the jeweled front. “I’m not sure anybody can wear this.”
“Oh yeah,” I said as I circled her. “You most definitely can.”
I took the first dress off the nearby rack and held it up. The tag said XS/S. Seemed about right. I held it out, imagining her in it. The very idea made me start to get hard. I let it dangle from my finger and waited for her to take it.
She grabbed the size tag of the dress I was holding. A huge laugh shot out of her mouth, echoing around the marble foyer. “Oh you,” she said, shaking her head, and then grabbed the dressed marked M/L. She took the dog bag off her shoulder, and I transferred it to mine. Priscilla was out cold, snoring softly. I gave her tummy a little scratch as Stella headed off to the ladies’ fitting rooms.
While she was gone, I picked out a gorgeous light-pink teddy for her, and a pair of black panties that had a red ribbon up the back, corset-style. I was thinking through what it’d be like to pull that ribbon off with my teeth while she had them on when my phone buzzed in my pocket.
I don’t think I can pull this off.
Let me see.
I look like I just got Bedazzled.
Let me see.
I feel like my phone case.
Let me see.
Or like a disco ball.
Let me see.
Or like the rhinestone aisle at Michaels.
Stella . . .
I can’t wear a bra OR panties!
You’re getting the fucking dress.
About the Author
Bestselling author Nicola Rendell loves writing naughty romantic comedies. After receiving a handful of degrees from a handful of places, she now works as a professor in New England. Nicola’s work has been featured in USA Today’s Happy Ever After and the Huffington Post. She loves to cook, sew, and play the piano. Her hobbies might make her sound like an old lady, but she’s totally okay with that. She is represented by Emily Sylvan Kim at the Prospect Agency.
Connect with Nicola
Booze, women, and brotherhood—that’s what my good friend Quinn’s bachelor party should have been.
Booze, one mysterious raven-haired woman, and an arrest—that’s what it was.
As Cam Mitchell, a New York Maverick and one of the best tight ends in the professional football league, my to-do list should be pretty simple.
But after one hour with a stripper named Trixie, that list of mine has shifted dramatically.
Tell Quinn to call my lawyer.
And, for the love of God, don’t get fired from the Mavericks.
I swear, I tried to make it stop there.
But one tiny thing keeps finding its way to the very top…
Find out more about the dark-haired beauty with the big blue eyes and make her mine.
Too bad it’s a hell of a lot more complicated than that.
How do you fall in love with a woman whose real name you don’t know?
Well, ladies and gentlemen…I’m about to find out.
From the New York Times & USA Today bestselling author of TAPPING THE BILLIONAIRE comes a hilarious and sexy standalone about a secret, forbidden romance and just how tricky love can be.
4.5 Star Review by Ashley
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes YES! I am still feeling the swoon after finishing Trick Play. This is by far my favorite of Max Monroe's Mavericks Tackle Love books. It started with a bang and I was hooked from the first page.
Like serious uh-oh those Mavericks somehow always manage to find trouble with them wherever they go. But it was so much more than that...it was the pull that both Cam and Trixie felt. And no matter how much they tried to brush it off, they couldn't. Even when they wanted to. So Cam, being the relentless man that he is, finally did something about it.
I loved seeing them both slowly, oh so slowly, let down their walls. Even something as simple as sharing her true name put Lana (aka Trixie) at risk. As their feelings got more involved, things just kept getting more complicated. And when the pressure that was coming at her from all sides simmered over, she did the only thing she could think of, she tucked tail and ran. Oh how my heart just ached for Cam. He had given her so much and proved through his words and actions that he was a good and honorable man.
The chemistry. The humor. The mystery. The heat. The unknown. The family. The hurt. The charm of Cam. Lana's loyalty. ALL of it. Even the cheesy one-liners made Trick Play unputdownable. And yes, there was more than one appearance from the other Mavericks and even Wes (sigh) that just added to the overall feel goodness of this book. Especially with the way this ended...all the heart eyes and smiles.
A 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.
The Man in Black by Soraya Naomi is AVAILABLE NOW! Get your dark mafia romance fix!
Amazon → https://amzn.to/2Ke6kyR FREE with #KindleUnlimited
ADD TO YOUR TBR → http://bit.ly/2NHeTFyBrielle He consumed my mind. I never even crossed his. From the moment I met Michael, mysteriously brooding and dressed like a dark angel, there was something electric between us. Or so I thought. What I believed was a seductive and undeniably raw attraction has ended up being something else entirely, something I never foresaw. Because he’s a skilled liar and a master manipulator, and I downright misread his intentions. And now I’m afraid that falling for the man in black might become my biggest regret. Michael An overwhelming remorse haunts me after losing my fiancée, but I’m not a man who can afford to lower my guard. I’m a ruthless criminal, one of the top members of the merciless mafia, the Chicago Syndicate, and I moved back home to keep to myself and do a job. But when a curvaceous pastry chef with a beautiful smile and a possible link to my former life catches me in a reckless moment, I’m forced to watch her and strategize a plan. Because I’m not sure if she’s out to get me or if she’s just an innocent civilian who doesn’t know that the restaurant she works at is actually a front to launder Syndicate money. And I intend to find out if she’s playing me while I’m playing her. But then the demons that haunt me force me to make a huge mistake… Deceit has a price—I just have to make sure I don’t pay with her life. A standalone novel from the Chicago Syndicate world.
START THE SERIES NOW! FREE with #KindleUnlimited https://amzn.to/2KYKRylAbout the Author: Soraya Naomi's writes love stories with a sinfully seductive blend of lust, deceit, lies & men who love hard and at all costs. Her #1 Organized Crime debut series Chicago Syndicate was released in 2014. She's honored that For Fallon won "Best Breakout Novel 2014" in the Novel Grounds Semi Annual Literary Awards. Connect with Soraya: WEBSITE - https://sorayanaomi.com/ FACEBOOK - https://www.facebook.com/sorayanaomi.author/ FACEBOOK READER GROUP - https://www.facebook.com/groups/chicagosyndicate/ TWITTER - https://twitter.com/Soraya_Naomi INSTAGRAM - https://www.instagram.com/soraya_naomi/ GOODREADS - https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8153734.Soraya_Naomi BOOKBUB - https://www.bookbub.com/profile/soraya-naomi E-mail - email@example.com
Title: Keeping Her Close
Author: Casey Diam
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 14, 2018
When a heart is broken, it withdraws, shielding itself from further pain, but also from further life.
Brandon Kuvat gave up on love ten years agoâthe year he was set to become a dad. A wealthy playboy pilot, he still sees plenty of action, but heâs not the man he once was. Or the man he wishes he could be. The first time he encounters Jordan, he knows immediately she is different. He also knows hurting her is inevitable. Still, he canât stay away, even if it means he'll have to settle for a friendshipâbut only for as long as that can last.
Wounded by a disastrous relationship, Jordan Artesian has put her whole focus on work, nurturing her dreams of owning her own fashion line. But though her creativity blooms, the rest of her is still frozen, that is, until Brandon charms his way into her life. He's irritating, but somehow...intriguing. She hates that she finds his charming and challenging ways attractive. He isnât supposed to make her feel things sheâs given up on feeling.
For these two, friendship will never be enoughânot when sheâs what he needs to heal, and heâs what she needs to feel again. But can they find their way down the path of friendship to truly love and trust one another, or will they only destroy each otherâs hearts all over again?
ADD TO GOODREADS
$2.99 for a limited time
Free in Kindle Unlimited
He handed her a glass and clicked his to hers. âTo happiness and beautiful people.â
âAnd official first dates,â she added.
When she finished her glass before him, he poured her another.
âIs there a drinking contest I donât know about?â he asked.
âNo. I need it. I just remembered where weâre going, and I need to relax.â She frowned as she remembered her dates with Todd. They were always awkward. She was always the outsider with his smart lawyer friends, and tonight would be the same with Brandon. She wouldnât know anyone. This was Brandonâs lifestyle and friends, and she was just an accessory.
âYou shouldnât be nervous. Youâre with me,â he soothed, taking her free hand in his. His touch warmed her body. âItâll be fun. I promise.â He kissed the back of her hand, causing her lower abdomen to flutter at the softness of his lips.
No, donât do that, a small voice in her head squeaked. Tension spread out from his hand still connected with hers.
She swallowed champagne until a nice buzz settled over her. To letting go and starting over, she mentally toasted. Taking a deep breath, she relaxed into her seat and closed her eyes. âI feel it now. You need to get on my level.â
He chuckled. âOh, really? And which level are you on?â
âMmm, about level three and a half. Maybe four.â
He laughed. âIâll be there with you in a few.â He released her hand, picked up the bottle of champagne, and started to chug it. But then he stopped. âOn a second thought, I shouldnât.â
âBecause I canât be tipsy and alone with you in that dress in here. Iâm already too tempted as it is.â
Some years ago, Casey rediscovered her passion for writing and hasnât stopped writing since. Her favorite genre is romance with a little angst, which is why she writes sexy, funny, sweet, and emotional stories that are a bit more in depth, but so much fun to read.
Casey has a ridiculously short attention span and loves her coffee and tea without sugar and milk. Apart from reading or writing, she loves to snowboard, even when sheâs catching an edge and face-planting in the snow. She absolutely loves it!
The right words can save your life.
For fans of Nicholas Sparks and Jodi Picoult... A soldier falls in love with his battle buddy’s sister through their letters and returns home from Afghanistan with a secret that could destroy their fragile relationship. Don’t miss THE LAST LETTER by Rebecca Yarros, pre-order your copy today!
About THE LAST LETTER (Coming 2/26/2019):
If you’re reading this, well, you know the “last-letter” drill. You made it. I didn’t. Get off the guilt train, because I know if there were any chance you could have saved me, you would have.
I need one thing from you: Get out of the army and get to Telluride.
My little sister Ella’s raising the twins alone. She’s too independent and won’t accept help easily, but she has lost our grandmother, our parents, and now me. It’s too much for anyone to endure. It’s not fair.
And here’s the kicker: there’s something else you don’t know that’s tearing her family apart. She’s going to need help.
So if I’m gone, that means I can’t be there for Ella. I can’t help them through this. But you can. So I’m begging you, as my best friend, go take care of my sister, my family.
Please don’t make her go through it alone.
PREORDER YOUR COPY TODAY!
✦ Amazon ✦ iBooks ✦ Kobo ✦ Barnes & Noble
Rebecca Yarros is a hopeless romantic and a lover of all things coffee and chocolate. She is the author of the award-winning Flight & Glory series and The Renegades. She loves military heroes, and has been blissfully married to her Apache pilot for seventeen years.
When she's not writing, she's tying hockey skates for her four sons, sneaking in guitar time, or watching brat-pack movies with her two daughters. She lives in Colorado with her husband, their rambunctious gaggle of kids, and their menagerie of pets. Having adopted their youngest daughter from the foster system, Rebecca is a passionate advocate for children through her non-profit, One October.
Website ** Facebook ** Twitter ** Newsletter ** Goodreads
From New York Times bestselling author Meghan March comes a brand new saga of forbidden love and second chances.
A Riscoff and a Gable can never live happily ever after. Our family feud is the stuff of legends.
Ten years ago, Whitney Gable caught me off guard with her long legs and grab-you-by-the-balls blue eyes.
I didn’t know or care what her name was.
Like any Riscoff worth the family name, I went after what I wanted. We burned like a flash fire until she married another man.
She hates me, and she should.
I objected on her wedding day.
Now she’s home, with those same long legs and man-eater stare, but there’s no ring on her finger.
They say a Riscoff and a Gable can never live happily ever after . . . but I’m not done with Whitney Gable.
I’ll never be done with her.
4.5 Star Review by Ashley
The whole time I was reading Richer Than Sin I had no idea where Meghan March was going to take me. HOLY WOW! My heart was up, down, sideways, back around. On repeat. I loved the dual POV. The alternating timeline and how the flashbacks always brought me into the present emotions that Lincoln and Whitney were having.
I loved these two. From opposite sides of a century old family feud. But it didn't matter. From the first time Whitney and Lincoln met, nothing else mattered. Their connection was undeniable. And I was rooting for this couple. I loved how Lincoln wouldn't let Whitney walk away. Even when they had everything to lose. Until one disastrous night changed everything. Every. Single. Thing.
What a whirlwind. The angst. The pain. The humor. The sexiness. The drama. The hope...I am beyond hooked. That final, totally shocking, jaw on the floor, holy crap! twist has me dying for the next installment in this trilogy.
4.5 Star Review by Lorena
Lincoln Riscoff and Whitney Gable, I just can't! This first book in The Sin trilogy really had me hooked from the first word all the way to the end! Don't even get me started on how HOT the covers are, I totally skipped the synopsis when I saw those covers!!
I absolutely loved the whole rivalry between the families, I was intrigued throughout the whole book and was absolutely enamored with these characters. I honestly thought Whitney was a pretty strong heroine even though she had her moments of weakness, but who wouldn't with a man like Lincoln completely falling at her feet.
Lincoln, well let's just say he was totally and utterly HOT! His love for Whitney stemmed from the moment he laid eyes on her not knowing who she was and the same goes for Whitney. Had they both knew who they were, maybe things would have turned out a little bit differently between them. But you can't predict what the future holds for you and these two were destined to meet each other and obviously fall in love knowing that their love was forbidden from the get-go.
The lies, intrigues and the twists to this story had my undivided attention 100% and don't even get me started with that cliffy at the end (OMG style).
I can't wait to continue with this forbidden love story between Lincoln and Whitney. I want and need more from these two like yesterday!
Meghan completely rocked it with this first book so I know the rest of this series is going to be intense to the core!!