Title: Scarred
Series: Naughty Ever After #3
Author: Trista Jaszczak
Genre: Twisted Fairytale / Erotic Romance
Release Date: February 28, 2018
Who could ever learn to love a beast?...
Eric Morris had his priorities straight. Money, motorcycles, and models. That is until a motorcycle accident leaves him permanently scarred and angry with the world. He finds comfort in isolation, refusing to leave his own home for fear of what the world will think of the once beautiful man. With working beginning to pile up he has no choice but to hire a personal assistant to cater to his every need, including taking the force of his attitude. What he doesn’t realize is that Elle Davis is not like other women and she fully intends on putting Eric right into his place. Will Eric be able to make her see through his scars…will he be able to change for her?
SCARRED I feel my mouth drop open slightly as I gawk at him. Makes me wonder what he’s talking about and if I can be nosey and pry just for a bit. I just have no idea what to say. I continue to stare with a slightly open mouth as I rock back and forth on my bare feet. I feel a chill run down my spine that makes me shiver and I immediately pull the white robe around me tighter. I watch Eric as he swallows and drags his hand down his face. He looks up at me with a pout.
“I think I’m still trying to figure out why I had the accident. I certainly didn’t plan it. It just…” His voice fades off and he shakes his head. “I should have died that day.” I give my head a little shake. “It wasn’t your time.” “Do you really believe that?” I chew on my lip softly for a second as I think things over and finally give a little nod. “I do. Clearly you weren’t meant to die on that road that day, Eric.” He moves closer to me, so close that I can feel warmth radiating off his body. Another chill rushes down me and I hug myself tighter. I look up at Eric who is staring intently at me. “What did Lucian do to you?” “It just didn’t work out.” I shrug. “We tried, he…I just wasn’t right for him.” “He wasn’t right for you, you mean?” I feel the blast of warm air and smell of peppermint of his breath. I feel my body give a little shudder as Eric seems to lean a little closer to me. I can hear each breath he takes as he begins to study me again. I keep my eyes forward, a little nervous to look him in the eyes. I stare ahead at his neck and begin counting his heartbeat as I see each pulse throb…one, two, three, four, five…. “I’m just trying to figure you out.” I giggle. “There’s nothing to figure out.” “I’m willing to bet that there’s a lot more to you than you let on.” He tells me pushing my hair off my shoulder. I shake my head. “I really hate to disappoint you. I’m pretty much an open book.” His lips twist up at the corners. “An open book, huh?” I take a deep breath in and smell nothing but the sweet peppermint from his mouth. He’s standing incredibly close and I hadn’t noticed him take a step forward. “If you’re such an open book then why don’t you tell anyone what Lucian did to you?” My mouth drops. What exactly is he trying to get out of me? The fact that I fell a little too hard and fast for Lucian and ended up having him crush my heart? I’d rather not take a trip down memory lane, thank you very fucking much. “Elle,” Eric’s voice grows soft as he leans down very slowly. I look into his eyes. I can’t think. I can’t speak. The smell of peppermint is intoxicating. My surroundings become blurry. I part my lips slowly and I feel my eyes begin to close. “Eric.” Lucian’s voice makes me gasp and jump back as he walks into the room. “I just wanted to see if you were finished.” I step away from Eric, slightly shaken up, and a little confused. I cross my arms and take a very deep breath. I release it slowly and count to five to relax myself. Eric turns and gives Lucian a nod as he seems a little distraught himself. “Just finished.” “I…I should get dressed.” I say, looking at Eric who is running a hand through his hair as Lucian is telling him that he can have the proofs ready in a few hours if needed. Eric gives him a little nod, but his head turns to me. “Did you have a good shoot, Elle?” I hear Lucian’s voice and even though I understand that he is talking to me I can’t take my eyes off Eric. Eric smiles. “Did you have a good shoot, Elle?” He repeats, looking back at Lucian who is staring at us both like we’re crazy. I shake out of the haze of peppermint and Eric’s blue eyes to nod. “It was great. I really hope they like the photos.” “She was stunning,” Eric adds. “They’ll blow everyone away.” Lucian raises his eyebrows and cocks his head slightly. “Alright, well…I can’t wait to see them. I bet they’re great.” “I’m really cold…I’m just going to get dressed.” Eric and Lucian both give me a nod and as I walk away I can feel their eyes on me. I have no clue what just fucking happened. I feel…a little panicked to be quite honest. I nearly kissed Eric. Or…did Eric almost kiss me? I have no idea. My heart is still pounding at the thought. I swear to God…looking in his eyes is just like being charmed by a snake who is about to eat you. Completely unaware of anything around you except him. And that…is terrifying.
1. Gone, Gone, Gone by Phillip Phillips
2. Let Her Go by Passenger
3. Demons by Imagine Dragons
4. Ho Hey by the Lumineers
5. Crawling Back To You by Backstreet Boys
6. Just Want You To Know by Backstreet Boys
7. I Think We’d Feel Good Together by Rob Thomas
8. If You Leave by OMD
9. The Reason by Hoobastank (you’ll see why this works for book 1 and 2)
10. Casanova by Allie X
Trista Jaszczak (jazz-ick) is the international bestselling author of Red, Unmasked, Skin Deep, and Loverboy. She is an Air Force spouse and mother to two mischievous and rambunctious little girls. She is originally from Hamilton, Ohio but calls home where ever the Air Force sends her. She currently resides in Anchorage, Alaska where she finds endless inspiration in the pure Alaskan wilderness. When she isn’t writing, she spends her time with her family in the vast Alaskan outdoors, working as a make-up artist, running, or riding her Harley. She loves the outdoors, the moon, old movies, and music.
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Up in Smoke, an all-new gritty standalone romance from USA Today bestselling author T.M. Frazier is LIVE!
I’m a man without a conscience. I deal in murder and mayhem. I’m the best at what I do. Frankie Helburn is supposed to be an easy job. A means to flush her father out of hiding. Simple. Except there isn’t anything simple about Frankie or the secrets she’s keeping. She’s stubborn as hell and the sexiest god damn thing I have ever seen, sending dark, dirty animalistic desire coursing through my veins. She’s cocaine with legs. A f*cking addiction that makes me question things I’ve never questioned before. Want things I’ve never wanted before. I might have her, but she isn’t mine to keep. If her father doesn’t show his face, she will be mine. To KILL. ** Other books in the King Series DO NOT have to be read to enjoy Smoke's book. Up in Smoke can be read as a standalone. ** Excerpt“All these bruises,” Smoke muses. “And not one of them caused by me.” He trails a hand up my arms and down my flat stomach. “Pity, but I still have time to leave my mark on you yet.” My entire body stiffens. I’m as rigid as a corpse. Smoke chuckles and I’m glad I’m facing away because his laugh is pure torture, causing his erection to vibrate against my folds which are aching for more contact. “You will be punished, hellion. You can be sure of that.” I look over my shoulder and meet his dark eyes which darken even further as his pupils dilate. His lingering gaze rakes me over from my feet to my breasts and back down to the space between my thighs. He licks his full bottom lip. My stomach flips. My will to fight him off doesn’t waiver, but my body isn’t getting the message. My core clenches again. I turn back around to face the tile, digging my teeth into my lower lip until I taste my own blood. His chest presses against my back, and his hardness pulses between my legs, rubbing against my inner thighs. He squirts some shampoo in his hand, working it into my hair. He tilts my head back and rinses my hair then slides his slick and soapy hand down my body. I’m breathing rapidly now. Short quick breaths I can’t control. There’s a deep rumble in his throat. His hand travels lower and lower on my stomach until it’s between my legs. He’s working his thumb over my swollen nub, sending sparks of need, pangs of pleasure, and a wave of self-hatred, surging within my battered body and bruised soul. “What…what are you doing?” I ask, seeing flashes of white hot lust behind my closed eyes. “More questions…” his voice a hearty amused rasp. His fingers circle my clit while he continues to rock his hard cock between my legs. The pressure building is so strong it borders on painful. Tears leak from my eyes. I’m so fucking mad at myself for being turned on. For Smoke being right. I’m so wet. He feels it. There’s no way he can’t feel it. He leans in close. I’m stone still except for the tremors gripping my body. He licks the tear off my cheek and groans. He dips the tip of his finger inside of me and I tighten around the intrusion. It’s a foreign sensation. Strange. It feels both wrong and right. Pleasurable and painful. “Your tight little pussy is weeping too. I wonder if its tears taste the same.” I look over my shoulder as he withdraws his finger and sucks it into his mouth. He groans. “Fear or desire. They both taste real fuckin’ good to me.” He places his hand back between my legs. When I try to squeeze my thighs together to keep him out he parts them with his knee on a grunt and begins circling my clit again. This time harder. Faster. I’m staying as still as I can, but when I feel something begin to happen inside my body. The sparks he ignited within me are all crashing together. I can’t hold back. My face scrunches as I try to fight the orgasm fighting its way out, but it’s no use. I can’t fight it. It’s too fucking strong. I’m so fucking close. I arch my back without thinking, pressing my ass against him, begging for more. For what I need to push me over the edge. Smoke hisses. “Oh, what I could do to this beautiful little pussy.” The pleasure builds and builds as he strokes me harder. Faster. I’m about to come all over his fingers when the feeling is lost. I spin around. Smoke is gone. I can’t see through the steam so I shut off the spray and wipe the water from my eyes only to see Smoke toweling off in front of the sink on the other side of the bathroom. The only proof I have of what just happened between us was real is his cock. Erect. Thick. Huge. The purplish swollen head bobs against his abs, jutting out over the top of the towel he wraps around his waist. “What…what just happened?” I stammer, leaning back against the wall for support. Smoke steps forward, and when I go to jerk back, he reaches out and pinches my nipple painfully hard. I yelp and leap back, slipping on the tile, falling on my ass, taking the shower curtain down with me. Smoke rips the curtain off my head and glares down at me with a triumphant grin on his evil beautiful face. “What just happened was called punishment and you got off easy. Next time I’ll split that tight pussy in two with my fucking cock.” He goes to leave but stops. “You want pain?” he asks. “I’ll give it to you. You want pleasure? Now that’s something you’re gonna have to earn.” He leaves, slamming the door behind him. I release a shaky exhale. I’d hoped the rest of my time with Smoke would be tolerable, but there’s no fucking way that’s going to happen. Not now. Not with my skin crawling with need. I’m losing my mind. About where I am. About what this is all about. About this beautiful horrible evil man. I feel like I’ve already been split in two. What Smoke is doing to me is far more than punishment. It's pure fucking torture.
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T.M.Frazier is a USA TODAY bestselling author. She resides in sunny Southwest Florida with her husband and her young daughter. When she’s not writing she loves talking to her readers, country music, reading and traveling. Her debut novel, The Dark Light of Day was published in September of 2013 and when she started writing it she intended for it to be a light beachy romance. Well…it has a beach in it!
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Title: Snowed In With The Stuntmen
Series: Behind the Scenes #1
Author: Riley Love
Genre: Contemporary Reverse Harem Romance
Release Date: February 25, 2018
One snowstorm. Four stuntmen to keep me warm.
I’ve landed the role of a lifetime, starring in a major feature film.
But—there’s always one of those, isn’t there?
My ex is starring opposite me, and he’s making sure I know he’s moved on.
Paparazzi are everywhere, trying to get the story of why we called it quits.
I want to get out of here, but with a huge snowstorm coming in, no one’s leaving this secluded resort.
My four sexy costars are supposed to play the villains, but this weekend, they’ll show me I’m the star of the show.
“We have a confession to make.” Drew was directly across from me. When he flushed, it covered his head, which was kind of adorable. He’d legit been a warrior, and I thought he was cute. There was no telling what horrors he’d seen. What those hands were capable of. “Enough with the dramatic pause.” I tried to adjust the bra and only succeeded in drawing attention to the situation. “Tell me what it is.” “Okay.” He gulped. I made the warrior nervous. “We can’t stop thinking about you.” What? “What does that mean?” I’d had plenty of guys adorably stumble over telling me about their feelings, but this was my first experience with a plural pronoun. It was still entirely possible I was reading this all wrong. But from the way Drew’s gaze hadn’t left mine, it seemed rude to survey the table to see what the rest of we was thinking. I could feel their gazes on me. “We busted Harvey’s balls because he had a crush on you.” Garrett’s voice was low. Harvey? Really? But he didn’t talk. “The more we gave him shit, the more we realized we all felt the same way. So we started making up stories about what we’d do if we got the chance. And we kept trying to top each other, which one of us would fuck you best.” I couldn’t speak. All this time, I’d been sitting in my lonely suite identical to this one, having the very same thoughts. It was overwhelming to realize that not one but four men had been fantasizing about me. I wouldn’t be able to catch my breath for the rest of the movie. “Did Garrett make things weird?” Ethan asked, whacking Garrett in the back of the head. “Because if he did, we can pretend we don’t want to fuck you.” There were two ways I could handle this situation—walk out of the room in a huff like I thought the idea was disgusting. Or I could stay and find out what this all meant. Problem was, I didn’t think it was a horrible idea. One sinful night could be what I needed to get through this movie. These guys took risks on a daily basis, and I’d said I wanted to be one of them. “No, he didn’t make things weird.” The words shook as I spoke. “Tell me some of these stories.” No turning back now… “We could do that.” Ethan stood and circled the table so he stood behind me. His hands landed on my shoulders, and my body tensed under his touch. He let go immediately. “Or we could show you.” Short Excerpt: He massaged the tender skin on my ass, running his hands up to my lower back and down my thighs. I concentrated on the way his touch felt, how pretty the snow was, and how much I felt like the woman I always wanted to be when I was with him. Could I make this last? Or would it melt away, like the snow?
Author Riley Love writes books about the men your mama always warned you about. Sometimes dark, often twisted, and always sexy, her heroes will leave you begging for more. Pull up a chair, pour yourself a stiff drink, and let your fantasies fly.
Title: Release
A Symbols of Love Novel
Author: Dylan Allen
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: February 28, 2018
Blurb
Iâm here for pleasure.
And in paradise, I donât have a past. I donât have pain, my secrets don't haunt me and I can be anyone I want
Heâs here for business.
Harry's intoxicatingly handsome, rich, and also the biggest jerk I've ever met. So, it's inconvenient that sparks fly every time our eyes meet.
Indulging in an affair wasn't on my agenda.
But fate isn't a mistress to our intentions; And what starts as strike of lightening on a moonlit beach ignites a fire between us that will span continents.
Meeting again in the unlikeliest of circumstances feels written in the heavens.
And I'll need the courage of the gods to tell him the truth.
They say the truth will set you free... but what if it destroys you first?
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Dylan Allen is a Texas girl with a serious case of wanderlust.
A self-proclaimed happily ever junkie, she loves creating stories where her characters chase their own happy endings. When she isnât writing or reading, eating or cooking, she and her family are planning their next adventure.
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Read Jett and Ruby's story to find out if two wary hearts can find out where they belong in Billionaire Unloved, the New York Times, Wall Street Journal and USA Today bestselling series from J.S. Scott! Ruby: My name is Ruby Kent, and I'm homeless, a virgin, and terrified when I'm kidnapped by human traffickers and put up for sale on the auction block. I'm for sale to the highest bidder, and I have no idea what my future will be, but I know it's not going to be good. I'm waiting for a chance to escape, and that opportunity finally comes after I'm bought and paid for. Unfortunately, I have no idea that Jett Lawson has been sent to rescue me, not hurt me, and even after we're both injured during my desperate attempt to run away, he still wants to take care of me. Problem is, I have no idea how to trust anyone, or let anybody help me. I've always been alone. It's safer that way. Jett Lawson is a mystery to me, an enigma that just gets more complicated with every nice thing he does for me. Is it possible for a woman like me to find happiness with a billionaire? Probably not, but the more I get to know Jett, the harder is is to resist the lure of having a safe place to be, and a man like no other. Jett is scarred just like me, but his wounds are all on the outside. Mine are carved all over my soul. Can two wounded people help each other heal, or will our profound differences tear us apart? ***** Trigger Warning: This book contains themes of sexual assault and child abuse. Although there are no first-hand accounts of these topics in the story, they are discussed openly in this novel. You can now #PreOrder your copy of #BillionaireUnchallenged, The Billionaire's Obsession~Carter Release Day August 28th 2018 Amazon http://amzn.to/2sJSykl Amazon CA http://amzn.to/2sHfRv8 Amazon UK http://amzn.to/2sG6go6 Amazon AU http://amzn.to/2sO2mKf B&N http://bit.ly/2BGV3qk iTunes https://apple.co/2BIa635 Google Play http://bit.ly/2oow1Ux Kobo http://bit.ly/2sKSktk J.S. "Jan" Scott is a New York Times, Wall Street Journal and USA Today bestselling author of steamy romance. She's an avid reader of all types of books and literature. Writing what she loves to read, J.S. Scott writes both contemporary steamy romance stories and paranormal romance. They almost always feature an Alpha Male and have a happily ever after because she just can't seem to write them any other way! She lives in the beautiful Rocky Mountains with her husband and two very spoiled German Shepherds. WEBSITE GIVEAWAY a Rafflecopter giveaway â About Translating The Tides
Author: Rebecca Rohman
Release Date: February 27, 2018
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Romantic Suspense
Approximate Number of Pages/Words: 493/141,000
Format: Ebook & Paperback
â Synopsis
When F.B.I. Agent Robert Hunter loses his best friend in a luxurious Washington DC hotel, he has only one thing on his mindâavenging his friendâs death. He just didnât anticipate falling for the murdererâs daughter along the wayâ¦
4 Star Review by Ashley
Rebecca Rohman's writing has this ability to make me question what I thought I knew was going to happen. Every. Single. Time. Translating the Tides was no exception. The opening scene gave me buggy eyes complete with a dropped jaw and I just had to know...
I really enjoyed that both Rob and Gia, despite coming from vastly different backgrounds, were fiercely independent and willing to make sacrifices. And they had both made a lot of them. Call it fate, destiny, kismet- whatever you want but these two being thrust into each others orbit couldn't have come at a better, or depending on who you ask, worse time. I really enjoyed getting to experience the different cultures right along with Gia and Rob as their journey took them around the world and back again. In their search to find answers they seemed to only find more questions and danger. But eventually, as the pieces started to fit together and the picture became clear, it was Gia who stepped it up the. most. Translating the Tides was a whirlwind. And of course, it being Rebecca Rohman, queen of the unexpected twist, I was suspecting everyone and dissecting every little thing. From the captivating opening, through all the danger and mystery and romance, my mind was trying to put everything together. I guessed wrong more than a handful of times. But the one thing that was never at question was how much Gia and Rob were it for each other.
â Excerpt 1 - Their First Encounter...
âGia French, is it? Am I pronouncing that correctly?â the ticketing agent at Reagan Washington National asks.
âItâs Gia like the letter G, then yuhâGee-yuh.â
âThatâs a pretty name. May I have your passport please?â
I thank her and politely hand it over.
Itâs been a remarkable journey touring the east coast of the United States but it must end. Unfortunately, I am two days ahead of schedule because my director at Versace in Milan unexpectedly wants to meet with me tomorrow because heâll be traveling in a few days.
I arrived at the ticket counter to see if I could find a way to change my plans and make it on the next flight out of here to get back to Milan in time for a meeting tomorrow evening. According to my research, a flight leaves here in a little over an hour. It looked packed but I intend to get on it.
The airport traffic is dying now that itâs 8 p.m. Thankfully, Iâm the only one in line. But Iâm anxious and hoping the agent can quickly work this out in time for me to make it through security and catch the flight.
âExcuse me,â a man walks up to the counter. âI need to get out of hereâurgently.â
âAnd you assume I donât,â I respond slightly perturbed by his intrusion.
The attendant responds to him. âLook, sir, Iâm the only one working here right now so youâre going to have to wait until I finish things here with this customer.â
âThank you,â I nod at her in approval and smile.
âWell, can you hurry it up already?â
How rude.
The woman ignores him and she tries to sort me out while he huffs and puffs behind me.
I turn to him and smile. âYou know, rudeness will only get you so far,â utter sarcasm filters through my words. âSometimes a little politeness can take you a long way. Pardon meâ¦I donât mean to intrudeâ¦or maybe you could have asked me nicely first. Thatâs called manners, or didnât you learn those? Do they not exist on the planet you come from?â
His vivid blue eyes turn dark and cold. âListen, lady, Iâm not in the mood, okay.â
âWell, neither am I, so back off and let me handle my business,â I snap.
He doesnât respond and looks at something on his phone.
The clerk manages to get me on a flight from here to Munich and from Munich to Milan. Iâll have to head straight from the airport to my meeting but barring no delays, Iâll get there on time.
âHere you go Ms. French.â She hands me my boarding passes and passport. âYour flight leaves out of gate twenty-two in fifty-five minutes.â
âThank you.â
As I turn to leave, the man behind me stares at me crossly when my carry-on suitcase is stuck in the strap of his. When I yank it away, the case turns off its wheels and runs over his foot.
âMaybe you should watch where youâre going,â he says tersely.
âMaybe you should keep your belongings out of the way,â I retort. âConsidering itâs beyond the check-in line, thatâs a hindrance and a liability.â
âYou know what? Why donât you just mind your own business and get lost.â
âGladly,â I respond. âCuzão!â
âWhat was that?â he shouts from behind me.
I swear heâs trying to provoke me.
I stop and turn to him, âI said youâre an asshole. What are you going to do, beat me up? You stupid dingbat.â
I stomp away curtly with my blood-red stilettos pounding the terrazzo floors making it through security and to the gate just in time to get onto the aircraft.
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âAre you single? Are you seeing anyone?â
âNo. Iâm not in a relationship with anyone except my two dogs Bella and Cudjoe. In addition, if I were seeing anyone, I would not have spent that time with you. There are two girls I see, but itâs purely sexual.â âI canât believe you just admitted that to me.â âIt is what it is.â âDo they know about each other?â âYesâtheyâre best friends.â âAnd you have sexâ¦with both of them?â âYes.â âTogether?â âYes.â âYouâre a freakâ¦a promiscuous male slut.â A sexy grin crosses his lips. âIâve been called worse, but donât expect me to apologize just because Iâm sexually uninhibited.â I find his honesty both refreshing and appalling. âWhy would I expect you to apologize? And who says youâre the only one whoâs sexually uninhibited?â He nearly chokes on his wine. I giggle. âDoes that surprise you?â âLetâs just say I was not expecting that response.â He laughs. âWell, Iâm not a slut and I donât engage in threesomes but I thoroughly enjoy great sex with the right man.â âAs you should.â âSo do you use protection when you engage in all this hedonism?â âAlways.â He winks at me. âSo when do you intend to see them next?â â Buy Links
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About Rebecca Rohman
Rebecca Rohman is a wife and designer currently living in the northeastern United States. She was a sales manager for a tourist magazine, and for many years prior, she was involved in marketing for a jewelry company and fine wine distributor.
About fifteen years ago, she started writing her first romance novel purely to entertain herself. In early 2012, she decided to complete and release it. Since then, she has released four additional novels including Translating The Tides and three novellas. Translating The Tides is her eighth release.
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Other Titles By Rebecca Rohman
Although Rebecca Rohmanâs novels standalone, they can be read together because they share the same characters. The novellas are follow-up books to the full-length novels. Theyâre listed below in the order they were released in case youâd like to read them together.
Translating The Tides (Standalone)
Love On The Pacific Shores Series
Love, Lies & The D.A.
Love M.D.
A Problematic Love
Love, Lies & A Bleu Christmas (Novella)
The Painful Side of Love (Novella)
The Uncorked Series
Uncorked
Unravel â An Uncorked Novella
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From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Larissa Ione comes a new story in her Demonica Underworld series…
As a special class of earthbound guardian angel called Memitim, Hawkyn is charged with protecting those whose lives are woven into the fabric of the future. His success is legendary, so when he’s given a serial killer to watch over, he sees no reason for that to change. But Hawkyn’s own future is jeopardized after he breaks the rules and rescues a beautiful woman from the killer’s clutches, setting off an explosive, demonic game of cat and mouse that pits brother against brother and that won’t end until someone dies.
Aurora Mercer is the half-wytch lone survivor of a psychopath who gets off on the sadistic torture of his victims. A psychopath whose obsessive psyche won’t let him move on until he kills her. Now she’s marked for death, her fate tied to that of a murderer…and to a sexy angel who makes her blood burn with desire…
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“Hey,” Hawkyn said through clenched teeth. “Nice security system you’ve got here.
Could do without the electrical current frying my insides, though.” “Yeah, well, it wasn’t meant for you.” She closed her eyes and concentrated on the low-level vibration emanating from the trap she’d set. An invisible thread of energy, much like a power cord, stretched from her to the protective bubble around the house, and with a whispered command, “Rojalis,” it snapped. Instantly, Hawkyn relaxed, taking in gulps of air, his broad chest heaving under his black turtleneck and leather jacket. Damn, he was magnificent, his long, lean thighs encased in dark jeans that bunched around well-used combat boots. She never would have guessed he was an angel, but damn, it was a good look, and despite the horror of the past days, her body grew uncomfortably warm. Damn her succubus genes. “That was unpleasant,” he said in a deep, husky voice that turned up the temperature even more, “and I’m an angel. What the hell would happen to a human who got caught in your trap?” “A good human?” She shrugged. “Nothing. The trap was calibrated for evil.” She paused, an icy finger of fear poking her in the libido, and she took a casual step back in case she needed to slam the door in his face. “Um, if you’re an angel, why would it snare you?” “Long sto—” “Don’t,” she broke in with a wag of her finger. “Don’t even go there.” One blond eyebrow arched high, and she suspected he wasn’t used to being cut off. “Okay, short story it is.” He jammed his hands in his jacket pockets. “My dad is evil. Sort of.” Well, that wasn’t expected. “Isn’t your dad, uh, God?” “No.” “All right, then. I have a lot to learn.” She gestured in invitation. “Want to come in? Do you need permission?” One corner of his mouth tipped up in amusement. “I’m an angel, not a vampire from some campy movie.” His voice, just like at the hospital, was so whiskey smooth she thought she could get drunk from merely listening to him. “Well, you do have fangs,” she pointed out, feeling a little foolish.
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Website | Facebook | Twitter | 1001 Dark NightsControl can be dangerous. Control can be sexy. Controlling Disgrace by Anna Edwards releases March 27th! Check out the smokin' hot cover! PRE-ORDER NOW: US → http://amzn.to/2sOekDy UK → http://amzn.to/2EL30hb AU → http://amzn.to/2GApn51 CA → http://amzn.to/2Cbgv7U BLURB: Colette Fisher is the woman responsible for James North's beating so she should be despised, yes? If only it were that simple. In the world of Control, all is not what it seems. After suffering oppression for many years, Colette continues to carry a burden. She's ashamed of her sexual desires and fears what will happen were she to embrace them. Can Michael give her the strength she needs to be the woman she aspires to? Ten short years of marriage is all Michael had before tragedy struck. Now mourning the loss of his wife - his childhood sweetheart - he doesn't know if he'll ever be able to move forward with his life. That is until he meets Colette. Controlling Disgrace is a short novella from international romance author Anna Edwards; it completes a story that has been over a year in the making and will lay a massive ghost to rest. It is part of a series but can be read and enjoyed as a stand-alone. Step into a world of Control.The Control Series Surrendered Control ➤ http://amzn.to/2EUdhGP Divided Control ➤ http://amzn.to/2ELHzwb Misguided Control ➤ http://amzn.to/2sHSn93 Controlling Darkness ➤ http://amzn.to/2EU3FvQ Controlling Heritage ➤ http://amzn.to/2HA2mRf About Anna Anna hails from the rural countryside near London. She previously worked as an accountant, and while she still does a bit of accountancy on occasion, the majority of her time is now spent writing and looking after her family. An avid reader herself, Anna turned to writing to combat depression and anxiety after her diagnosis in 2015. She loves travel, hunky heroes with dirty mouths, demure but spunky heroines, and dramatic suspense. You will find all four woven into each of her magical stories.Follow Anna Online! Amazon: http://amzn.to/2Btjgyk BookBub: http://bit.ly/2ySXdOx Facebook: http://bit.ly/2yTKQC4 Goodreads: http://bit.ly/2BDeGjE Twitter: http://bit.ly/2CzwOYj Website: https://authorannaedwards.com
ONLY BOUNDLESS LOVE CAN SILENCE THE WHISPERS OF THE PAST . . .
A broken woman. A damaged man. A free spirit intent on saving them both. Elysia ‘Sia’ Willis lives a solitary life. The only person in it is her big brother, Ky, vice-president of the infamous Hades Hangmen. She loves him, but she has absolutely no love for the outlaw MC he belongs to. Raised in secret by her mother, Sia grew up separated from her brother and distant father. No one knew she even existed. After the tragic murder of her mother, Sia spiraled into a rebellion against the rules of the Hangmen. A rebellion with dire consequences that now, years later, she still can’t escape. As she lives once again in secret, happy on her own at her secluded ranch, a devil from her past comes calling. A devil who wants to possess her once again and take her from the simple life she never wants to lose. And he will stop at nothing to collect what he believes is his: her. Valan ‘Hush’ Durand and Aubin ‘Cowboy’ Breaux have finally found a home in the mother chapter of the Hangmen. The notoriously private Cajun twosome have, for now, put aside what chased them from their beloved Louisiana. But as threats toward the club build, Hush and Cowboy are given a task—protect Elysia Willis at all costs. Cowboy welcomes the job of watching over the blond-haired, blue-eyed beauty. Hush fights against it. Scarred by events from his past and a secret that plagues his everyday life, Hush refuses to let anyone else get close. Only Cowboy knows the real him. Until a certain sister of the club’s VP begins to slowly knock down his defenses, shattering the heavily built walls that guard his damaged soul . . . with his best friend leading the charge. As lost and open hearts begin to meld, taking each other from indescribable pain to the never-before felt relief of peace, the newly-mended threesome must first endure one more rocky path. Only then will they finally shake free of the shackles of their pasts. Only then will they shed the bonds that have for too long held their happiness captive. And there is only one way to survive that path . . . together. Dark Contemporary MFM Romance. Contains scenes of violence and explicit sexual situations. Over 18’s only. Tillie Cole hails from a small town in the North-East of England. She grew up on a farm with her English mother, Scottish father and older sister and a multitude of rescue animals. As soon as she could, Tillie left her rural roots for the bright lights of the big city. After graduating from Newcastle University with a BA Hons in Religious Studies, Tillie followed her Professional Rugby player husband around the world for a decade, becoming a teacher in between and thoroughly enjoyed teaching High School students Social Studies before putting pen to paper, and finishing her first novel. Tillie has now settled in Austin, Texas, where she is finally able to sit down and write, throwing herself into fantasy worlds and the fabulous minds of her characters. Tillie is both an independent and traditionally published author, and writes many genres including: Contemporary Romance, Dark Romance, Young Adult and New Adult novels. When she is not writing, Tillie enjoys nothing more than curling up on her couch watching movies, drinking far too much coffee, while convincing herself that she really doesn’t need that extra square of chocolate.
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