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Former Shield Special Ops Agent, Jonathan Colemen spent his career tracking down shifters until the fateful day he suffered severe burns from an explosion at the rogue Onyx Pack den. He wakes from his coma to discover he’s half tiger and unable to resist a certain male wolf and female Healer. Wolf Sentry, Tanner Raines is more like his father than he will admit. He holds in his anger for what the male did to his mother, anger that keeps his wolf on edge. He focuses on killing rogues without becoming one himself. That means never claiming his mates, keeping them at a distance. Wolf Healer, Sasha Brooks has known Tanner is her mate since childhood, and she’s growing tired of waiting for him to claim her. When Jonathan comes into the Ashwood Falls medical center, her wolf goes wild. Two mates! While her wolf is all for claiming both males, her human heart is confused. When Tanner’s mom—the wolf Pack Alpha—is kidnapped, it takes all his focus and control to not kill everyone in sight to get to her. The two people he’s avoided and pushed away may be the only ones who can help him hold it together. And they need to work together. Because if they fail, his mom’s life isn’t the only one on the line. Evil is brewing and threatens to destroy everyone involved, including his mates and the Pack.
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LIA DAVIS is the USA Today bestselling author of more than forty books, including her fan favorite Ashwood Falls Series. A lifelong fan of magic, mystery, romance and adventure, Lia's novels novels feature compassionate alpha heroes and strong leading ladies, plenty of heat, and happily-ever-afters.
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The first time I saw him was at a bar called Ophelia’s on a misty Thursday night. I was there to drown my sorrows after a trying day, he was there to escape the storm. After a brief yet incredibly cruel exchange, the handsome stranger bolted before I had a chance to tell him off. Incensed and three cocktails deep, I followed him out the door, determined to give the audacious Adonis a piece of my mind.
Tearing after him in heels and barely able to keep up in the freezing rain, I ended my chase when I realized where he was going.
They say never to judge someone unless you know their story.
I never could have anticipated his...
And I never could have anticipated the way our paths would cross again—or that I would one day find myself falling for a man with a hollow cavity where his heart should be, a man as callous as he was beautiful, as complicated as he was mesmeric.
They say never to judge someone unless you know their story.
Through the shadowy haze of Ophelia’s, my unfocused gaze struggles to home in at first. And then I see him perfectly.
Impeccably-groomed obsidian hair.
Broad shoulders hardly contained in a navy cashmere sweater.
Jawline for days.
Could this be …?
Is that Mrs. Angelino’s nephew?
I take a generous mouthful of gin and tonic, contemplating how best to introduce myself. My palms tingle, and I rub them against the tops of my thighs, sucking in a shallow breath.
There’s a chance this man isn’t Garrett, and the more I think about it, he likely isn’t. I’ve yet to catch him scanning the room in search of someone.
But still—if it is him, I’d hate for him to think he’s being stood up. I would never do that to anyone, for any reason. My life’s mantra can be boiled down to the whole “do unto others …” saying.
Clearing my throat, I lean in his direction. “Excuse me?”
He doesn’t hear me.
Waving my hand to capture his attention, I say it again, “Hi. Excuse me.”
It’s like he’s in his own world—ten feet away.
The friendly, kindergarten-teacher smile teetering on my poppy-stained lips fades with the realization that I’m being ignored.
“Hi, excuse me …” Third time’s the charm. I wave once more, wiggling my fingers the way you’d politely flag down a restaurant server.
The man turns to his left, dark brows knit together and gaze tightened in my direction—and then he does the craziest thing: lifting his finger to his lips, he shushes me.
He. Shushes. Me.
Like a child.
Facing ahead, I take another drink, the glass trembling in my hand as a cocktail of thoughts swarm my head. The mirror behind the bar catches my reflection, and it isn’t pretty, but this time it has nothing to do with the damp, wiry, dishwater-blonde bun or the bar bathroom makeover.
Basic human decency is the one thing I value most in this world, and this man has none of it.
The full weight of his piercing stare anchors me to my seat, and every atom in my body is shouting for me to stay, to not march ten feet down the bar to give him a piece of my mind.
But today marks the anniversary of one of the worst days of my life, I was caught in a rainstorm and stood up, and I’m about two cocktails deep.
My self-control is non-existent.
Drink in hand, I slide off my seat and saunter toward the infuriatingly handsome asshole in the five-hundred-dollar sweater, but before I have a chance to utter a single word, he speaks first, “You seem incredibly insecure about something. Are you okay?”
“Excuse me?” I’m glaring, and I never glare. This isn’t good. This man’s about to bring out a side of me I never knew existed. And what the hell is he talking about? Insecure? “What kind of—”
“—what kind of asshole bothers a stranger for no reason?” he commandeers my question like he owns it. “Let me ask you this, when you saw me come in, saw me take a seat at the end of the bar away from everyone, what part of that gave you the impression that I wanted to be bothered?”
The man has a point—especially if he isn’t Garrett.
But it still doesn’t make him any less of a prick.
“I wasn’t trying to bother you, I was—”
“Really?” His full lips tug into a taut smirk, his tone as sharp as it is incredulous. “Because I’m pretty sure when you were waving at me and smiling and saying ‘Hi, excuse me’ in that cutesy little voice fifty thousand times … you were trying to bother me.”
“Are you always this cruel?”
“Are you always this desperate?” He doesn’t miss a beat.
My grip tightens on my glass. I’d love nothing more than to dump the remainder of this drink down his pretentious designer sweater.
Lucky for him that isn’t my style.
Besides, it’d be a shame to waste all that top-shelf liquor on a bottom-shelf bastard.
“For your information, I was supposed to meet someone here tonight. Someone fitting your description,” I say.
His jaw sets.
He takes a sip of his drink staring ahead, flashing a smirk that advertises a perfect dimple in the middle of his cheek. “Sure you were.”
“What, you think this is something I do to meet men?” My voice is pitched higher than I intended.
“You said it.” His brows rise as he centers his drink on a coaster.
“Don’t flatter yourself. You’re not my type.”
He sniffs. “I’m everyone’s type.”
I’m … speechless.
Is this jerk for real?!
Not only is this vexatious stranger cruel, heartless, and lacking in basic human decency, he’s also the epitome of arrogant.
“You can leave now.” He waves me off, but I’m stunned into silence as I try to gather my thoughts so I can leave him with one last zinger of a comeback.
“Everything okay over here?” Eduardo is hunched over the other side of the bar, his watchful stare passing between us. I swear he came out of nowhere—that or I was too distracted by this man’s willful audacity to notice him approaching us.
The cocky Adonis shoots me a glance before turning his attention to the bartender.
“We’re good, Eduardo,” he says. “I was just giving our friend here a lesson in etiquette, appropriacy, and basic decorum.”
Once again, I have no words.
Rising from his bar stool, he finishes the remainder of his drink with a smooth swallow before shouldering into his wool trench, heading for the door, and disappearing into the cold, dark evening.
Rain drops pelt the windows, obscuring anything and everything on the other side of the glass.
Peeling my fruitless gaze from that direction, it settles on an umbrella leaning against the wall next to the door.
The blackest black.
The color of his soul—or the empty space in his chest where his heart should be.
Without giving it another thought, I slap a twenty on the counter and slip into my coat.
A moment later, I’m grabbing the stupid thing and diving out into the rain, praying I catch him in time.
As incensed as I am, as infuriating as he is, sometimes the best thing to do is fight cruelty with kindness. It’s something I learned early on in my life and something I instill in my students from the second they enter my classroom.
I spot him at the end of the block, waiting for the crosswalk to change.
Picking up my pace, I canter over cracked and pitted concrete, squeeze past umbrella-wielding locals—and make it to the end of the street just in time for the light to flick from neon white to warning-sign orange, forcing me to stop.
I wait where I am, my gaze trained on him in case he turns onto a side street.
The traffic signals begin to change, and within seconds, the crosswalk blinks to white.
I sprint across, ignoring the stinging cold rain drops pelting my skin, the frigid air biting through my clothes, and the painful clench in my jaw that keeps my teeth from rattling.
I’m a mere half of a block from him when he turns and disappears inside a local business.
But it isn’t just any business …
… it’s the Paulley-Hallbrook Funeral Home—a place I know well.
A moment later, I’m standing outside the very doors he walked into mere moments ago, frozen in every sense of the word.
The rain slows, gentle.
And then it stops.
Earthy petrichor fills my lungs as I witness the dark-haired, cruel-hearted mystery man as he’s greeted by a lady in a charcoal pant suit.
She places a hand on his shoulder and gives him an apologetic wince before escorting him away.
I wanted to give him the umbrella to teach him a lesson in compassion.
The irony of that isn’t lost on me.
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Title: Taste Me
Series: Temptation #3
Author: Kally Ash
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Sly Fox Cover Design
Release Date: March 9, 2020
Natasha Fraser is a pitbull both in and out of the courtroom. Her high pressure job has her working hard, and partying even harder. She runs through men faster than her first martini of the night, leaving them with nothing but a lipstick stain in the morning. Her career is reaching its peak and after putting in the hard yards for the last twelve months, sheâs ready to reap the rewards. Itâs too bad she never saw John Baxter coming.
John has never met a woman like Natasha before. With fire-red hair and a body that deserves to be worshiped, itâs lust at first sight. Getting hooked was never part of the plan, but life has a funny way of giving you exactly what you crave.
Can either of them resist another taste?
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Kally Ash is a contemporary romance author whose passions include curling up with a good book, devouring chocolate and getting kitty cuddles. Tempt Me is her debut novel, and the first book in a three book series. Some of her unicorn authors include Sawyer Bennett, Elizabeth Hayley and Haley Jenner.
Carter Wilson closed his eyes and groaned as he came in the mouth of the woman who was busy blowing him. His fingers clenched in her perfectly-styled hair, messing it up. He knew it would likely give away what they’d been up to, but he didn’t care.
A hiss of air left him when she finally let go of his pleasantly spent cock. The blonde sat back on her expensive Jimmy Choo heels and licked her lips greedily as she gazed up at him, her blue eyes sultry with lust and her nipples hard where her breasts showed in her gaping cleavage.
Carter reluctantly tucked his dick back in his tuxedo trousers.
If he’d had a condom on him, he would have pulled her to her feet, yanked up her thousand-dollar Dolce & Gabbana dress, and fucked her against the wall of the art gallery’s restroom stall until she screamed in pleasure.
He’d unfortunately used the last rubber in his wallet in his trailer yesterday, after he finished shooting what he hoped would be his next Hollywood blockbuster movie in New York. He’d known that the assistant he’d been given by the studio had had the hots for him all along, but Carter never liked mixing business with pleasure, not after the unpleasant incident that had nearly ended his movie career prematurely. So he’d waited until the last day of filming to give her a parting gift, which was his dick in her mouth and her hungry pussy.
Most people called him a bastard and a serial womanizer, a reputation that was only rendered more infamous by the paparazzi who constantly tailed him. Carter didn’t mind. He knew the career he’d chosen meant sacrificing his privacy and, as far as he was concerned, his conscience was clear; he’d never made false promises to the women he’d slept with, always used protection, and had been upfront about never wanting to be in a serious relationship.
There were only two aspects of his life that Carter protected jealously: his family and his hidden bisexuality. The first had been surprisingly easy to keep under wraps, since his only living relative had left the small town they’d grown up in some years back and was now halfway across the world.
As for the second, although there were plenty of gay actors who’d come out in the business in the last few decades, Carter knew his status as an action hero and the opportunities that might come his way in the future might be affected if he were to reveal like he liked to fuck men as much as he liked fucking women.
On the occasions when he felt like dick more than pussy, Carter visited an exclusive club in L.A. where all employees and guests were made to sign non-disclosure agreements. There, he had his pick of the male clientele who habitually called upon the club to satisfy their own secret desires. Carter had been hesitant to join up at first. But after hearing the club rules dictated all visitors wear close-fitting carnival masks to conceal their identities and that there were private suites where guests could indulge in their wildest sexual fantasies, he’d signed on the dotted line and never regretted it since.
“I think it’s about time we got back out there, don’t you?” Carter told the blonde with a relaxed grim.
She hesitated before returning his smile with a lingering look of regret. Carter knew she would brag to her closest friends about tonight. It wasn’t everyday she got to suck the cock of a A-list Hollywood star while her husband was entertaining their guests fifty feet away.
Carter waited a couple of minutes after she vacated the restroom before stepping out into the service corridor at the rear of the art gallery. He stilled when he saw the woman leaning a hip against the wall in the shadows, her arms crossed rigidly across her body.
Izzy Batista’s green eyes were dark with exasperation and there was a distinctly unhappy moue on her pretty face. “Please tell me you didn’t just fuck the gallery owner’s wife?”
Carter’s lips tilted in a teasing smirk. “It depends on your definition of fuck.”
Izzy swore. “For Christ’s sake Carter, can’t you keep it in your pants for one goddamn night?!”
Carter strolled up to her and rested his shoulder casually against the wall, mimicking her pose.
“Normally, I would say yes,” he drawled in a sarcastic tone. “But, you see, a little mouse with brown hair and green eyes blackmailed me into coming here and I just had to, you know, blow off some steam.”
Izzy rolled her eyes. “It’s only for a couple of hours. Besides, your agent said you didn’t have anything lined up for tonight.”
Carter frowned. “I did have something lined up. It was called an evening spent relaxing in my own home for the first time in three months.”
Izzy gasped and raised a hand to her lips, an expression of mock horror painted across her face. “OMG! Is this the first sign that Carter Wilson is getting old? Would you like me to get you slippers and a hot cocoa kit for Christmas?”
“Ha-ha, very funny,” Carter muttered.
Izzy grinned and tucked her arm through his elbow. “Now, why don’t you be a good blackmail victim and come along peacefully. We’re about to do the big reveal.”
Carter grunted and allowed her to guide him to the main gallery area.
Izzy was the younger sister of Wyatt Batista, one of Carter’s closest childhood friends from his hometown of Twilight Falls. Together with Tristan Hart, Hunter Thomson, Drake Jackson, Miles Martinez, and Alex Hancock, they’d formed the “Terrible Seven”, a name that had struck dread in the heart of parents, teachers, and law enforcement for the decade and a half they’d grown up together in the quaint tourist town in the San Bernardino Mountains.
It was Izzy who’d sneaked in the boy’s locker room when Carter and the others were in high school and taken the infamous picture of his naked butt, which she had threatened to use to blackmail him on many an occasion since.
Though Carter knew it was in jest, he still worried about Izzy. The woman was the devil incarnate when it came to poking fun at her friends, and Carter wouldn’t put it past her to one day find a picture of his sixteen-year-old ass plastered over a billboard in L.A.
A dull murmur of voices reached them as they turned a corner and entered the gallery. Tonight was the opening night of Finn West’s first art exhibition in over three years and the whole town was buzzing with the return of the famous artist.
Although Carter had reluctantly agreed to headline the guest list, he had to admit to being more than a little intrigued once Izzy explained the circumstances behind her request.
It turned out Finn was Alex Hancock’s husband of a few months.
Carter’s gaze found the happy couple where they stood with the art gallery owner next the central piece of the exhibition, which still lay hidden beneath a white sheet. Finn had seemed tense when Carter had met him on the red carpet at the beginning of the evening. He now looked like a totally different person and could hardly keep his eyes, and his hands, off the man next to him.
A twinge of jealousy stabbed through Carter as he observed Alex’s radiant expression. It was evident to anyone in the room that the pair were very much in love. He wondered if he would ever find that kind of connection one day, or if he was doomed to a life of brief sexual encounters.
Carter had yet to meet anyone who had held his sexual and intellectual interest long enough for him to consider them as a potential life partner. The women who entered his life seemed more interested in having a movie star as a boyfriend than in who he was as a person, while the men were one-night stands whose faces he wouldn’t recognize if he passed them on the street.
He smiled blankly at the art gallery’s owner’s wife as he walked past the couple and let Izzy lead him to Finn and Alex’s side. Alex greeted him with a hug and a hearty pat on the back and Carter found himself feeling genuinely happy for his friend as he embraced him. They’d all been through some rough times together before he and Alex left Twilight Falls and it was great to see Alex’s eyes devoid of the guilt he’d carried for so many years.
The central piece of the exhibition was finally revealed to wild applause. Carter took his leave an hour later and headed out of the back door to the parking lot. He’d just climbed inside his Maserati when his cell started ringing. He took the phone out of his pocket and stared at the screen.
It was an international number. One he didn’t recognize.
The first tendril of dread pooled inside Carter as he gazed at it. He hesitated before taking the call. “Hello?”
“Is that Mr. Wilson? Mr. Carter Wilson?” a woman said in a heavy French accent. “The next of kin of Louise Payton?”
Carter’s stomach clenched in fear. “Yes, it is,” he finally managed, mouth so dry he was surprised he didn’t croak.
“I’m so sorry, Mr. Wilson,” the woman continued in a voice filled with compassion, “I’m afraid there has been a terrible accident.”
A buzzing noise filled Carter’s ears. The words the woman was saying reached him dimly, every syllable a knife that stabbed into his heart.
In that moment, he knew his life would never be the same again.
Even if it Hurts by Marni Mann
Release Date: January 28, 2020
Even if it Hurts, an emotionally charged contemporary romance from USA Today bestselling author, Marni Mann.
When I met her, I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
We were so young and so passionate.
We studied business in the day and each other’s bodies at night.
We always knew it would end with the semester, so we loved hard with no regrets.</>
When I met her, I couldn’t get her off my mind.
We were fresh out of college and ready to take on the world.
We fit each other like missing puzzle pieces.
And just when I thought my life was perfect, it got better. She became my wife.
I met my first love while studying abroad in London.
When I moved home, I didn’t think I’d ever fall in love again.
Until I met him. The man who became my husband.
The one I promised a lifetime to.
Then, my first love came back into my life …
And I realized that love was bigger than any one man.
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5 Heart Review by Lorena
With every book I read from Marni Mann I fall in love with her writing more and more each time.
I can't tell you which one is my favorite book from her anymore because all the ones that I have read have been my favorites. I can only say that they all hold a special place in my heart because they all have left a hole in it from the angst and devastation these books leave me.
I always end up in a book hangover and then it takes me a while to be able to get back on track and get into a book again.
Marni Mann is my unicorn author for sure!
I won't divulge anything and give anything away because then what would be the point!
But if you love reading love triangles then you definitely need to read this one. I usually do have a favorite when I read these tangled love affairs but this one was super hard for me because both guys were good guys and neither one deserved to be left heartbroken but in Chloe's case she was only able to choose one. Either she chose the one in the United States, which that's where she was from or pick the guy from the U.K., which she was there temporarily. But both guys had good intentions and thought the world of Chloe and having both men practically falling at your feet makes it that much more harder.
I was so hooked on this story that I actually put my work aside so I can continuer reading and only had interruptions when I had to drive home and continue reading this amazing book until I reached the end. Once I reached the end I was so sad because I wanted this book to keep going. It wasn't long enough for me.
I can only tell you that my heart literally broke for all three of them. I was so torn up that it took me a day to recuperate.
Marni Mann has a special way of writing her stories that they all hold a special place in my heart.
Excerpt:“What can I get you?” the bartender asked, his hands hovering, waiting to reach for one of the bottles.
I gripped the edge of the bar top, holding the cold leather, and said, “Prosecco, please.”
The speakeasy wasn’t too packed tonight, just a steady business crowd filling the main space and the small seating nooks that were like little dens built into the perimeter.
My eyes were falling over the row of wine, studying the labels, when I felt a piece of fabric brush across the side of my arm. I turned just in time to see a dark suit jacket leaving my skin, and with it came a scent. One that was so sharp and demanding—the smell of power if it came in a bottle.
I couldn’t believe how much I liked it.
My gaze traveled higher to the silk tie, the broad shoulders, and the full frame that was at least six-three and all suit. And I found myself holding in my breath as I took in this absolutely gorgeous man with thick black hair and a clean-shaven face, blue eyes so dark that they looked navy.
“Have you ordered?” he asked in a rich, deep voice.
“He’s making mine now.”
It was easy to see there was nothing raw about this man. He had a polished, educated demeanor with a richness that went well beyond the cost of his suit.
He smiled, and I found myself sucked into it, unable to look away. “What’s your name?”
With a stare as invasive as his, one I felt move straight through me, it seemed my name was something he should certainly know at this point.
He turned his body so he was now facing me, showing me details I hadn’t picked up before—a narrow, angular nose and tiny wrinkles at the sides of his eyes. His hand reached forward, and when it surrounded mine, he said, “Lance Hamilton.”
“Here’s your Prosecco,” the bartender said, and from the corner of my eye, I saw him set down the glass.
“Add that to my tab, and I’ll take a scotch,” Lance said with his eyes on me.
I knew my cheeks were blushing, and it wasn’t because he was paying for the drink. “You don’t have to do that.”
“I can’t let a beautiful woman like yourself pay for her own drink.” His eyes narrowed. “Unless there’s someone else here who should be buying it?”
“No.” I shook my head. “Only you.”
My hand was still in his, gripped in a shake that I felt all the way up to my shoulder, across my chest, and down to my other hand that was clenching the cold glass of champagne.
My comment seemed to make his smile grow, and he held my hand for a second longer before releasing me.
“I was just coming to find you,” Molly said, startling me, her arm then snaking around my waist. “Looks like Lance found you instead.”
I glanced at my best friend, knowing Lance could hear us. “You know him?”
“I work with Marshall,” Lance said before Molly could reply, and he leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. “Nice to see you, Molly.”
She grinned at him. “You too.”
He hadn’t been part of the group Molly and Marshall introduced me to when we first arrived, nor had I seen him at any of the parties I attended with her. If I’d met Lance before, I wouldn’t have forgotten.
“I’ll see you back at the table,” she said, her arm leaving my waist, and she gave me a look I knew well. It was one that told me she approved, and then she was gone just as the bartender handed Lance his drink.
“Thank you again,” I said as he handed the bartender his credit card. He held his glass in the air, near mine, smiling.
“To the morning and everything that happens in between.”
I laughed, clicking my Prosecco to his scotch, and it felt like a warmth had crept over me, even before I put my lips to glass and swallowed.
Best-selling Author Marni Mann knew she was going to be a writer since middle school. While other girls her age were daydreaming about teenage pop stars, Mann was fantasizing about penning her first novel. She crafts sexy, titillating stories that weave together her love of darkness, mystery, passion, and human emotion. A New Englander at heart, she now lives in Sarasota, Florida with her husband and their two dogs who subsequently have been characters in her books. When she’s not nose deep in her laptop working on her next novel, she’s scouring for chocolate, sipping wine, traveling to new locations, and devouring fabulous books.
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Today we have the blog tour blitz of J.D. Evans’ Reign & Ruin, the first in her MAGES OF THE WHEEL Series! Check out the release and be sure to grab your copy today!
Title: Reign & Ruin
Series: Mages of the Wheel, Book 1
Author: J.D. Evans
Genre: Epic Fantasy
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“All magic is beautiful,” she said, “and terrible. Do you not see the beauty in yours, or the terror in mine? You can stop a heart, and I can stop your breath.”
She is heir to a Sultanate that once ruled the world. He is an unwanted prince with the power to destroy.
She is order and intellect, a woman fit to rule in a man's place. He is chaos and violence and will stop at nothing to protect his people.
His magic answers hers with shadow for light. They need each other, but the cost of balance may be too high a price. Magic is dying and the only way to save it is to enlist mages who wield the forbidden power of death, mages cast out centuries ago in a brutal and bloody war.
Now, a new war is coming. Science and machines to replace magic and old religion.
They must find a way to save their people from annihilation and balance the sacred Wheel—but first, they will have to balance their own forbidden passion. His peace for her tempest, his restlessness for her calm…
Night and day, dusk and dawn, the end, and the beginning.
He unbuckled his sword belt, the action drawing her gaze to his hips, to the scar that cut a line over his belly and into his salvar. There was a trace of jet hair below his navel that followed the scar lower, but none on his chest, a testament to his mixed heritage and yet another thing that set him apart from Tamar men. Naime watched the flex of muscles in his back, stomach, and arms as he pulled his caftan over his head. Her palms itched, her fingers tingling with her desire to touch him, to know what it felt like to stroke golden skin and sleek muscle. She mourned the loss when the caftan fell loosely around him, hiding his body from her.
“Is that all right with you?” His tone was more jab than question as he buttoned the caftan in quick, irritated flicks of his fingers. Naime forced herself to look at his face. How much of her admiration was obvious to him now?
“Is what all right?” she asked, her voice catching. He tugged his entari off the hook, shrugging into it then grabbing his sword belt before he strode back to her.
“I would like to take my men for a ride through your city. We do not suffer cages well.” He hung the sword over the low wall beside them.
“You could at least acknowledge that you have heard and understand what I just told you. If you will not apologize.”
“I won’t apologize for something I don’t believe was wrongdoing,” he said, and the movement of his fingers as he hooked the clasps on his entari drew her gaze, “but I will heed your words. Action is better than the little lies we tell with apology, isn’t it?”
His hands dropped to his sides, and Naime found him watching her when she averted her gaze from the buttons. Her pulse thumped harder. Mages could look at people with intensity fueled by magic, but this intensity was different. His coffee-dark eyes swept her face, but not her body, as she was so accustomed to, but it didn’t matter. The perusal felt as intimate, as suggestive. A swirl in her belly twisted lower, heating her thoughts with more lurid images.
“You could come with us,” he suggested, the anger gone from his voice, the coaxing velvet warmth back. Naime shook her head, slowly, her stare locked to his, her voice refusing to come to her call.
“Not even a short ride?” He stepped closer, and she had to tip her head to keep her eyes on his. The scent of male sweat, and something else…the warm, spreading scent of dusk swept over her.
No. Being alone with this man was not a good idea.
“I cannot,” she managed.
“Some other time then,” he said, his eyes growing somehow darker, brown morphing to black. “Any time.”
“No,” Naime said, though her voice betrayed the truth. If it would not ruin her to do so, she would happily go anywhere with him.
“Decorum?” he said too casually, reaching for his sword belt and slinging it around his hips. “Or, is there some other offense I have committed you have yet to mention?”
“Surely in Sarkum it would be just as unseemly for a princess to go riding about with a soldier.” Naime watched his competent hands as they buckled his sword into place and adjusted its position against his leg.
“I am also a prince,” he said. “But do as you see fit, Sultana.”
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J.D. Evans writes science fiction and fantasy romance and is the author of the novel, Reign & Ruin. After earning her degree in linguistics, J.D. served a decade as an army officer. She once spent her hours putting together briefings for helicopter pilots and generals. Now she writes stories, tends to a tiny human, knits, sews badly, gardens, and cultivates Pinterest Fails. After a stint in Beirut, J.D. fell in love with the Levant, which inspired the setting for her debut series, Mages of the Wheel.
J.D. currently resides in Raleigh, North Carolina, though she will always be a Montana girl at heart.
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Release Date: February 20
My entire life vanished the day I found my parents’ bodies.
It changed me, broke me, and I went from a bestselling author to a ghost writer hiding behind my words…
Then an assignment pairs me with a new detective on a high-profile murder case.
But things spiral out of control as bodies start piling up—a cruel reminder of a past I’m desperate to forget. As the case develops, so does my attraction to the lead detective.
The more we piece together the puzzle, it becomes clear the killings won’t stop…not until I’ve whispered my last word.
When I left my past behind to become lead detective at the Syracuse Police Department, I didn’t anticipate being handed my first serial killer case, and I sure as hell never expected to be working with an attractive woman.
Spencer and I dissect every clue and struggle to predict the killer’s next move, but he’s always one step ahead of us in this twisted game of cat and mouse. It’s only a matter of time before the killer claims his next victim.
And if he does…I lose everything.
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J. L. Drake was born and raised in Nova Scotia, Canada, later moving to Southern California where she now lives with her husband and two children.
When she is not writing she loves to spend time with her family, travelling or just enjoying a night at home. One thing you might notice in her books is her love of the four seasons. Growing up on the east coast of Canada the change in the seasons is in her blood and is often mentioned in her writing.
An avid reader of James Patterson, J.L. Drake has often found herself inspired by his many stories of mystery and intrigue. She hopes you will enjoy her books as much as she has enjoyed writing them.
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TRUTH OR DARE (Kingston Brothers #2) by Isabel Lucero Release Date: February 7th Trope: Friends-to-lovers Genre: Contemporary romance Add to Goodreads: http://bit.ly/TruthorDareTBR PREORDER TODAY!! Amazon US: https://amzn.to/2R3r55Q B&N: bit.ly/TruthorDareBN ITunes: bit.ly/TruthorDareiTunes Kobo: http://bit.ly/TruthorDareKobo Blurb: At a party with friends, after a couple of body shots and a risqué game of Truth or Dare, lines are crossed between me and a long-time friend. I dare you to touch me. Where? Your choice. She’s anti-relationships, and because I’m newly single, she believes she’s just a rebound. So, per her request, we’re traversing a friends-with-benefits situation and keeping it a secret so things don’t become awkward for everyone when this dies off. A short-lived fling is all she’s expecting, but here’s a truth for you... I never intended for this to be just a fling. And now it’s time to prove to her that we’re meant for each other. We always have been. Excerpt: He smirks, then bends down and licks a tiny patch of skin right…on…my…thigh. Mostly the top, but very close to my inner thigh. And I almost shove his head between my legs. Jesus McChrist, I have got to keep it together. Cillian sprinkles some salt over the moistened skin, grabs his shot glass, and gazes into my eyes. “Ready?” Probably should’ve asked me that before licking my thigh, but what can you do? “Yeah, sure.” I hope I’m pulling off this nonchalance stuff as well as I think I am. He grins. Christ, I probably moaned those words out. Cillian leans down to lick the salt off, but this time he’s much more thorough about it. His warm tongue caresses my thigh as he makes sure to lick off every salt crystal. He even administers a second lick in order to get it all. I’m ninety-eight percent sure I make a noise. A moan, a gasp, a curse. Something comes out of my mouth, but I’m intoxicated by the alcohol—and even more so by the man—that I’m not even sure what’s happening. He stands up and takes the shot while watching me, and when I run my tongue across my lip, I realize I need to put the lime wedge in still. Once it’s between my lips, his large hands find residence on the counter on either side of me, and then he leans forward and takes the wedge into his mouth. His lips barely touch mine, but it’s enough to know I’m utterly screwed. His eyes penetrate mine in a gaze so intense, I shiver. Hell, maybe that’s me remembering what his tongue feels like on my skin. I’ll never forget this moment for the rest of my life. I’m going to bed thinking about this moment, for sure. Cillian Kingston has just started something that I’m not sure I’m willing to let come to an end. I swallow and lick my lips again. “My turn.” About the Author: Isabel Lucero is a bestselling author, finding joy in giving readers books for every mood. Born in a small town in New Mexico, Isabel was lucky enough to escape and travel the world thanks to her husband's career in the Air Force. Her and her husband have three kids and two dogs together, and currently reside in Delaware. When Isabel isn't on mommy duty or writing her next book, she can be found reading, or in the nearest Target buying things she doesn't need. Connect w/Isabel: Website: http://authorisabellucero.blogspot.com Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/authorisabellucero Facebook Group: http://tinyurl.com/oj4turh Twitter: https://twitter.com/AuthorIsabel Instagram: http://instagram.com/authorisabel Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7152948.Isabel_Lucero Bookbub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/isabel-lucero Amazon: https://amzn.to/31nhxWO Newsletter Signup: http://eepurl.com/gg3Fm9
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Title: Sweet Temptation
Author: Cora Reilly
Release Day: March 10, 2020
Cover Designer: Hang Le
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After losing his wife, Cassio is left to take care of two small children while trying to establish his rule over Philadelphia. Now he needs a mother for his children, and someone who can warm his bed at night.
But in a traditional world as his, choosing your wife is duty not pleasure.
Rules have to be followed. Traditions heeded.
That’s how he ends up with a woman—agirl barely of age. She might not be what he and his children need, but she’s wicked lovely and a sweet temptation he can’t resist.
Giulia always knew she’d marry a man her father chose for her. Only she never expected to be given to someone much older.
Suddenly she’s supposed to be a mother to two small children when she hasn’t even held a baby in her life.
Giulia quickly realizes that Cassio isn’t interested in a relationship on equal footing. Her mother always warned her that men of power like Cassio don’t tolerate insolence; yet, tired of being treated as a nanny and clueless child-bride, Giulia decides to fight for her vision of a happy family.
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Cora lives in Germany with a cute but crazy Bearded Collie, as well as the cute but crazy man at her side. When she doesn't spend her days dreaming up sexy books, she plans her next travel adventure or cooks too spicy dishes from all over the world.
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To Seduce a Fae
I shake so hard, my hands curling into balls. “They could have killed you.”
“I told you to stay in the room,” he reprimands me.
“Right. And if I had obeyed your stupid command, you’d be dead. Then what?”
“You coming out here could have gotten you killed,” he roars, his cheeks flushing with anger. Fingers squeeze my arms tight as he holds me so close, so damn hard. “I want to spank your ass for pulling that shit out there.”
We stare each other down, and that burning fire in my chest explodes. All I see are those full lips, the look in his eyes drowning in need. “Let me go!” I yell.
Instead, he angles closer, and my body responds instantly. Our mouths clash and our kiss is primal and chaotic. Teeth and lips and hands everywhere. I rake through his hair, fisting it, wrenching him closer. I bite down on his lip, and sweet, metallic blood lingers on my tongue. My hands seize his collar, and I’m hauling him against me. I’ve been dreaming of kissing him since seeing him in the bar, and now this is actually happening.
I may hate him so much, but I want him even more.
Strong hands grasp my hips and he has me in his arms and off my feet so fast, it takes me off guard. I clasp my legs around his hips and he pins me to the side of the car, kissing me with the hunger of a wolf.