Save Me, an all-new intriguing and steamy standalone romance in the Phoenix Book series from USA Today bestselling author Stacey Kennedy is available now!

From USA Today bestselling author Stacey Kennedy comes a captivating romance set in the exclusive world of the Phoenix club, where sizzling fantasies become reality...

Can this fantasy last forever?

Reporter Hazel Rose has a new assignment: locate the masked man in a photograph taken at the Phoenix sex club and snag an interview with him. The only problem? She recognizes him as her new roommate, Kieran Black. The elusive mystery man she's been lusting after for months. But her biggest problem is that there's no way Hazel could ever talk to Kieran about a secret sex club. His smile alone makes her blush. And after being beaten down by an emotionally cruel ex-boyfriend, Hazel has never really regained her self-confidence.

Kieran loves his sex dirty and his relationships brief. A child of a terrible divorce, Kieran has never seen the point in commitment. But suddenly, all his of best friends are getting married, and he's beginning to realize how empty his life is. As Kieran and Hazel are both forced to attend wedding celebrations, he starts to learn more about his quiet roommate. When she explains her past struggles with relationships, he offers her a trade. He'll fulfill all of her wildest sexual fantasies if she'll help him understand how to be the type of partner a woman wants in a relationship.

Hazel knows this sizzling fantasy with Kieran isn't supposed to last, but she quickly finds herself falling for the sweet, caring Kieran who is much better at relationships than he believes. But when Hazel's job invades her personal life, she'll have to decide what's more important. A career that hinges on revealing Kieran's identity or a fake relationship that is starting to feel very real...

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Stacey Kennedy is a USA Today bestselling author who writes contemporary romances full of heat, heart, and happily ever afters. With over 50 titles published, her books have hit Amazon, B&N, and Apple Books bestseller lists.
Stacey lives with her husband and two children in southwestern Ontario—in a city that’s just as charming as any of the small towns she creates. Most days, you’ll find her enjoying the outdoors with her family or venturing into the forest with her horse, Priya. Stacey’s just as happy curled up indoors, where she writes surrounded by her lazy dogs. She believes that sexy books about hot cowboys or alpha heroes can fix any bad day. But wine and chocolate help too.

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“Jennifer L. Armentrout has absolutely blown me away.”
-- Larissa Ione, New York Times bestselling author

A Shadow in the Ember, the much anticipated fantasy romance set in the Blood and Ash world from New York Times bestselling author Jennifer L. Armentrout is available now!

#1 New York Times bestselling author Jennifer L. Armentrout returns with book one of the all-new, compelling Flesh and Fire series—set in the beloved Blood and Ash world.

Born shrouded in the veil of the Primals, a Maiden as the Fates promised, Seraphena Mierel’s future has never been hers. Chosen before birth to uphold the desperate deal her ancestor struck to save his people, Sera must leave behind her life and offer herself to the Primal of Death as his Consort.

However, Sera’s real destiny is the most closely guarded secret in all of Lasania—she’s not the well protected Maiden but an assassin with one mission—one target. Make the Primal of Death fall in love, become his weakness, and then…end him. If she fails, she dooms her kingdom to a slow demise at the hands of the Rot.

Sera has always known what she is. Chosen. Consort. Assassin. Weapon. A specter never fully formed yet drenched in blood. A monster. Until him. Until the Primal of Death’s unexpected words and deeds chase away the darkness gathering inside her. And his seductive touch ignites a passion she’s never allowed herself to feel and cannot feel for him. But Sera has never had a choice. Either way, her life is forfeit—it always has been, as she has been forever touched by Life and Death.

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She led me through the twisting, endless halls of nothing but doors and numerous blazing  candle sconces. I had just begun to wonder if she was lost when the hazy outline of two silent  figures draped in black appeared by a set of doors. 

Shadow Priests.  

They’d taken their oath of silence to all new heights, having stitched their lips closed. I  always wondered how they ate or drank. Based on their wraithlike, sunken frames under the  black robes, whatever method they used wasn’t exactly working out that well for them.  

I suppressed a shudder as each of the Priests opened a door to reveal a large, circular  chamber aglow with hundreds of candles. A third Shadow Priest seemingly appeared out of thin  air, taking Lady Kala’s place. The bony fingers didn’t touch my skin but pressed into the center  of my back. The contact still bothered me, made me want to pull away, but I knew better than to  step away from the coldness of his fingers seeping through the thin layer of cloth. Forcing myself to breathe, I stared at the etchings carved into the otherwise smooth stone. A circle with a line  through it. The symbol filled each stone tile. Having never seen it before, I wasn’t sure what it  meant. My gaze lifted to the wide dais before me. The Priest guided me down the aisle, and some  of the pressure returned to my chest. I didn’t look at the empty pews. If I had truly been Chosen,  those benches would be full of the highest-ranking nobility, the streets outside alive with cheers.  The silence of the room chilled my skin. 

There’d only ever been one throne before, constructed from the same stone as the Temple.  Shadowstone was the color of the deepest hour of night, a marvelous material that could be  polished until it reflected any source of light and whetted into a blade sharp enough to pierce  flesh and bone. The throne was the glossy sort, absorbing the glow of the candlelight until the  stone appeared as if it were full of dark fire. The back of the seat had been carved into the shape  of a crescent moon.  

The exact shape of the birthmark I bore just above my left shoulder blade. The telltale sign  that even before I was born, my life had never been mine. 

Tonight, there were two thrones. 

As they led me to the dais and helped me up the steps, I really wished I had asked for that  glass of water. Guided to the second throne, they sat me there and then left me alone. Resting my hands on the arms of the throne, I scanned the pews below. Not a single soul  from Lasania was in attendance. None even knew that their lives and their children’s lives all  hinged on tonight and what I needed to do. If they ever discovered that Roderick Mierel—the  one the histories of Lasania called the Golden King—hadn’t spent day and night in the fields  with his people, digging and scraping away land ruined by war until they revealed clean, fertile  soil… That he hadn’t sown the land alongside his subjects; his blood, sweat, and tears building  the kingdom… If they learned that the songs and poems written about him had been based on a  fable, what was left of the Mierel Dynasty would surely collapse.  

Someone closed the doors, and my gaze stretched to the back of the chamber, where I could  make out the shadowy forms of my mother and Tavius in the candlelight. A third figure stood  beside them. King Ernald. My stepsister, Princess Ezmeria—Ezra—stood beside her father and  brother, and I didn’t need to see her expression to know that she hated every aspect of this deal.  Sir Holland wasn’t here. I would’ve liked to have said goodbye to him, even though I didn’t  expect him to be here. His presence would raise too many questions among the Shadow Priests.  

Would reveal too much.  

That I wasn’t the beacon of Royal purity, but rather the wolf dressed as the sacrificial lamb. I wouldn’t just fulfill the deal that King Roderick had struck. I would end it before it  destroyed my kingdom. 

Determination filled my chest with warmth as it did whenever I used my gift. This was my  destiny. My purpose. What I would do was bigger than me. It was for Lasania. 

So, I sat there, ankles crossed demurely beneath the gown, hands relaxed on the arms of the  throne as I waited.  

And waited some more.  

Seconds ticked into minutes. I didn’t know how many passed, but tiny balls of unease  formed in my belly. He’d been summoned to his Temple. Shouldn’t…shouldn’t he be here? My palms dampened as the knots grew, stretching into my chest. The pressure increased.  What if he didn’t show? 

Why wouldn’t he? 

This was his deal.  

When King Roderick had grown desperate enough to do anything to salvage his lands ruined  by war and save those who were starving after already suffering so much loss, I imagined he’d  expected a lesser god to answer his summons—which was far more common for those bold  enough to do such a thing. But what had answered the Golden King was a Primal.  

And when he’d granted King Roderick’s request, this was the price the Primal of Death had  requested: the firstborn daughter of the Mierel bloodline as his Consort.  

The Primal had to come. 

What if he didn’t? My heart pounded as my fingers curled against the chilled stone of the  throne.  

Breathe in. Hold. Breathe out. Hold. 

If he didn’t arrive, all would be lost. Everything he’d granted King Roderick would continue  to come undone. If he didn’t come for me, and I failed to fulfill this, I would doom the kingdom  to a slow death at the hands of the Rot. It had started upon my birth, first with just a small patch  of land in an orchard. Unripe apples had fallen from trees that had begun to lose their leaves. The  ground below had turned gray, and the grass, along with the roots of the apple trees, had died.  Then the Rot had spread, slowly taking out the entire orchard. In the time that passed, it had  devastated several more farms. No crop could be seeded in the soil and survive once tainted by  the Rot.  

And it wasn’t only affecting the land. It had changed the weather, making the summers  hotter and drier, the winters colder and more unpredictable.  

The people of Lasania had no idea that the Rot was a clock, counting down. It was an  expiration date on the deal the Golden King had made, one that had started with my birth. There  was a good chance the Golden King hadn’t realized the bargain would expire no matter what.  That was knowledge gained in the decades after the deal had been struck. If I failed, the kingdom  would— 

It started as a low rumble, like the distant sound of wagons and carriages rolling over the  cobblestone streets of Carsodonia. But the sound grew until I felt it in the throne I sat upon—and  in my bones.  

The rumbling ceased, and the candles—all of them—went out, plunging the chamber into  darkness. An earthy-scented breeze stirred the edges of the veil around my face and the hem of  my gown.  

In a wave, flames sparked from the candles, surging toward the pitched ceiling. My gaze  fixed on the center aisle, where the very air itself had split open, spitting crackling white light.  A mist seeped out from the tear, licking across the stone floor and seeping toward the pews.  Tiny bumps erupted all over my skin in response. Some called the mist Primal magic. It was  eather. The potent essence that not only had created the mortal realm and Iliseeum but also what  coursed through the blood of a god, giving even the lesser, unknown ones unthinkable power. 

I blinked. That was all I did. I blinked, and the space in front of the dais that had been empty  no longer was. A male stood there, garbed in a hooded cloak and surrounded by pulsing,  churning tendrils of deep shadows laced with luminous streaks of silver. I didn’t allow myself to  think of what Tavius had said about him. I couldn’t. Instead, I tried to see through the wispy  mass of smoky shadows. All I could tell was that he was unbelievably tall. Even from where I  sat, I knew he would tower over me—and I wasn’t short by any means, nearly the same height as  Tavius. But he was a Primal, and in the stories written about them in the histories, they were  sometimes referred to as giants among mortals.  

He appeared broad of shoulder—or at least that was what I thought the deeper, thick mass of  darkness was that took the shape of…wings. His hooded head tilted back.  I forgot those breathing exercises in an instant. I couldn’t see his face, but I felt the intensity  of his stare. His gaze pierced straight through me, and for a brief, panicked moment, I feared that  he knew I hadn’t spent seventeen years preparing to become his Consort. That my tutelage went  beyond that. And that the meekness, the submissiveness I’d been taught, was nothing more than  another veil I wore.  

For a moment, my heart stopped as I sat on the throne meant for the Consort of the  Shadowlands, one of the Courts within Iliseeum. Looking up at the Primal of Death, I felt real  terror for the first time in my life. 

Primals couldn’t read mortals’ thoughts. In the back of my mind, where some bit of  intelligence still existed, I knew this. There was no reason for him to suspect that I was anything  other than I appeared to be. Even if he’d watched me grow over the years, or if spies had been  sent to Lasania, my identity, my heritage and bloodline, had been kept hidden. No one even  knew there was a Princess of Mierel blood. Everything I did had been carried out in highly  planned secrecy—from training with Sir Holland to the time spent with the Mistresses of the  Jade.  

There was no way he could know that in the two hundred years it had taken for me to be  born, the knowledge of how to kill a Primal had been obtained.  

Love.  

They had one fatal weakness that made them vulnerable enough to be killed, and that was  love.  

Make him fall in love, become his weakness, and end him.  

That was my destiny.  

Gaining control of my hammering heart, I pulled from the hours spent with my mother,  learning what would be expected of me as his Consort. How to move, speak, and act in his  presence. How to become whatever he desired. I was ready for this—whether or not he was  covered head to toe in the scales of the winged beasts that guarded the Primals.  

My fingers relaxed, my breathing slowed, and I allowed my lips to curl into a smile—a shy,  innocent one. I stood in the glow of the candlelight on feet I couldn’t feel. I clasped my hands  loosely across my midsection so nothing would be hidden from him, just as my mother had  instructed. I started to lower to my knees as one would upon greeting a Primal.  

The stir of air was the only warning I got that the Primal had moved.  

Shock silenced the gasp of surprise before it reached my lips. He was suddenly in front of  me. No more than a handful of inches remained between us. Swirling light rippled the air around  me. He felt cold, like the winters to the north and east. Like each winter here in Lasania slowly  became with each passing year. 

I wasn’t sure I even breathed as I looked up into the void where his face should be. The  Primal of Death shifted closer, and one of the shadow tendrils brushed across the bare skin of my  arm. I gasped at the icy feel. He lowered his head, and every muscle in my body seized. I wasn’t  sure if it was his presence or the innate instinct we all had that warned us not to run. Not to make  any sudden movements in the presence of a predator.  

“You,” he said, his voice smoke and shadow and full of everything that awaited after  someone took their very last breath. “I have no need of a Consort.” 

My entire body jerked, and I whispered, “What?”  

The Primal pulled back, the shadows retracting around him. He shook his head. What did he  mean? 

I stepped forward. “What—?” I said again.  

The wind whipped from behind me this time, pitching the chamber into darkness as the  candles whooshed out. The rumbling was weaker than before, but I didn’t dare move, having no  idea where he was. I wasn’t sure where the edge of the dais even was. The earthy scent  disappeared, and the flames slowly returned to the candles, sparking weakly to life… 

He no longer stood before me.  

Faint wisps of eather wafted up from the now-sealed opening in the floor.  He was gone.  

The Primal of Death had left. He hadn’t taken me, and in a deep, hidden part of me, relief  blossomed and then crumbled. He hadn’t fulfilled the deal.  

“What…what happened?” My mother’s voice reached me, and I looked up to see that she  was before me. “What happened?” 

“I…I don’t know.” Panic sank its claws into me as I turned to my mother, wrapping my  arms around myself. “I don’t understand.” 

Her eyes were wide and mirrored the storm brewing inside me as she whispered, “Did he  speak to you?” 

“He said…” I tried to swallow, but my throat tightened. The corners of my vision turned  white. No amount of breathing exercises would help the alarm that took root. “I don’t  understand. I did everything—” 

The burning sting of my mother’s slap came as a shock. I hadn’t expected it—hadn’t even  prepared myself for her to do something like that. Hand trembling, I pressed it against my cheek,  standing there stunned and incapable of processing what had happened—what was happening.  

Her dark eyes were even wider now, her skin a ghastly pale shade. “What did you do?” She  pulled her hand back to her chest. “What did you do, Sera?” 

I’d done nothing. Only what I’d been taught. But I couldn’t tell her that. I couldn’t tell her anything. Words failed me as something shattered inside me, shriveling up. “You,” my mother said. While her voice was not smoke or shadow, it was just as final. Her eyes glistened. “You’ve failed us. And now, everything--everything—is lost.”

About Jennifer L. Armentrout
#1 New York Times and #1 International Bestselling author Jennifer lives in Shepherdstown, West Virginia. All the rumors you’ve heard about her state aren’t true. When she’s not hard at work writing. She spends her time reading, watching really bad zombie movies, pretending to write, hanging out with her husband and her Border Jack Apollo. In early 2015, Jennifer was diagnosed with retinitis pigmentosa, a group of rare genetic disorders that involve a breakdown and death of cells in the retina, eventually resulting in loss of vision, among other complications. Due to this diagnosis, educating people on the varying degrees of blindness has become of passion of hers, right alongside writing, which she plans to do as long as she can.
Her dreams of becoming an author started in algebra class, where she spent most of her time writing short stories….which explains her dismal grades in math. Jennifer writes young adult paranormal, science fiction, fantasy, and contemporary romance. She is published with Tor, HarperCollins Avon and William Morrow, Entangled Teen and Brazen, Disney/Hyperion and Harlequin Teen. Her Wicked Series has been optioned by PassionFlix. Jennifer has won numerous awards, including the 2013 Reviewers Choice Award for Wait for You, the 2015 Editor’s Pick for Fall With Me, and the 2014/2015 Moerser-Jugendbuch- Jury award for Obsidian. Her young adult romantic suspense novel DON’T LOOK BACK was a 2014 nominated Best in Young Adult Fiction by YALSA. Her adult romantic suspense novel TILL DEATH was an Amazon Editor’s Pick and iBook Book of the Month. Her young adult contemporary THE PROBLEM WITH FOREVER is a 2017 RITA Award Winner in Young Adult Fiction. She also writes Adult and New Adult contemporary and paranormal romance under the name J. Lynn. She is published by Entangled Brazen and HarperCollins.
She is the owner of ApollyCon and The Origin Event, the successful annual events that features over a hundred bestselling authors in Young Adult, New Adult, and Adult Fiction, panels, parties, and more.

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Serendipity by Kristen Proby is now live!

From New York Times Bestselling Author, Kristen Proby, comes Serendipity, the final installment in her gripping Bayou Magic series...

My sight is a gift and also a curse. It cost me the love of my life. We may have been young, but some things you don't get over. Like being the cause of the biggest tragedy of your boyfriend's life. It's something I'll never forget, and a reflection of who I am.

But now that Jackson's back in town, with scars and a hero's badge of honor, it's time for me to be brave, too.

A malevolent evil hell-bent on making my sisters and me pay for rebuffing him is still stalking my family, and some ancient writings portended that the six were the only ones who could defeat him.

Jackson Pruitt and I round out that magical number, which means I have to face the evil and the things Jack makes me feel, to save my family and my city.

I never sought to reconnect with Jack. Working with him now means opening myself up to my feelings for him.

Refusing means destruction for us all.

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Kristen Proby has published more than forty titles, many of which have hit the USA Today, New York Times and Wall Street Journal Bestsellers lists. She continues to self publish, best known for her With Me In Seattle and Boudreaux series, and is also proud to work with William Morrow, a division of HarperCollins, with the Fusion and Romancing Manhattan Series.


Kristen and her husband, John, make their home in her hometown of Whitefish, Montana with their two cats.

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Wild In Captivity by Samanthe Beck is now live!



Ambitious L.A. lawyer Isabelle Marcano would rather run a mile in her Manolos than fly off to rustic Captivity, Alaska. But close the client's sale successfully and her firm will find room on the letterhead for one more name. Still, taking a career detour to a place that doesn't even have a Starbucks sounds like the seventh level of hell.

Then her best friend points out the town has something stronger on tap than caffeine. Testosterone. With two single men to every single woman, this assignment might just be the best thing to happen to her sex life since the invention of the waterproof Rabbit. 

Until her sexy client introduces her as his fiancée to hide what she's doing in town, and all her aspirations of hot Lumberjack Sex fly out the airplane window. 

Though...fiancés do have sex, right? Those who don't want to answer to small-town busybodies better look like they do, epically, even when the mere prospect plays havoc with her professional responsibilities. And her hormones.

Her firm's getting antsy to finalize the merger. But the more she learns about Trace, about why he's selling, the more conflicted she becomes about the deal. Failure to close means losing the partnership she's always wanted, but the bigger failure might just be kissing Trace goodbye...



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Wine lover, sleep fanatic, and USA TODAY Bestselling Author of sexy contemporary romance novels, Samanthe Beck lives in Cincinnati, Ohio with her long-suffering husband, Charles, and their turbo-son, Hud. Throw in a furry ninja assassin named Gander, a few hundred Nerf blasters, one electric guitar, (with amp!), and...well...you get the picture.

When not dreaming up fun, fan-your-cheeks ways to get her characters to happy-ever-after, she searches for the perfect cabernet to pair with ASMR podcasts.
 
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