Title: Saving Me
Author: Sadie Allen
Genre: Mature YA Romance
Release Date: February 21, 2018
On the outside, Ally has everything any teenager could want. She’s beautiful, popular, and athletic. She has the right friends, an adoring boyfriend, and the picture-perfect family. Too bad it’s all a lie.
Every day she’s dying a little on the inside, drowning in everyone’s expectations and opinions, the weight of it all pulling her under.
She wants to do the unthinkable ... until a boy with shaggy hair, unusual eyes, and a lip ring changes her plans.
Sadie Allen lives in Texas with her husband and three young children. When she's not writing, she's reading, catching up on her favorite shows, or chasing her family around the house.
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Eulogy by Rachel Van Dyken Publication Date: February 20th, 2018 Genre: Contemporary Romance All is lost. All. I don't recognize myself in the mirror anymore. My thoughts are filled with hatred and dripping with rage. I've lost my soul. She took it to the depths of Hell with her and haunts me with images of what could have been. Sixty lives are mine to take. Sixty lives stand in the way of my vengeance. Sixty lives plus one more. Mine. When the last drop of blood falls — mine will be spilled. Only one person stands in the way. She doesn't realize I'll kill her too. I don't own a heart. And even if I did — I wouldn't fall prey to its lies again. I am Chase Abandonato. Heir to a legacy of betrayal. And I will kill them all. Even if it means pointing the gun at myself. A life for a life. A soul for a soul. Now I lay me down to sleep… I pray the Lord my soul to keep. Blood in. No out. Read Today! Amazon US: http://amzn.to/2CY5B2O Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/2CvrfdS Amazon CA: http://amzn.to/2CY388S Amazon AU: http://amzn.to/2m2cxVr iBooks: https://apple.co/2CITfPe B&N: http://bit.ly/2Aw5Ak3 Kobo: http://bit.ly/2CwKaVT Smashwords: http://bit.ly/2CJj3ef Add to Goodreads: http://bit.ly/2mftDhQ Excerpt: BLOOD. BLOOD. BLOOD. It covered my hands. It surged through my heart. It dripped from my fingertips onto the concrete floor. Trapped. Broken. Finished. Hungry. Insanity scratched its way into my psyche as I eyed the door and waited. One heartbeat, two heartbeats, three… It opened. I fired two rounds, and acrid smoke filled the air. I thought I knew what love was. I was a fucking idiot. Every single bone in my body shuddered with rage, with the need to rip something apart, someone, anyone —all of them. My friends. My brothers. I brought the war to our house, and they would finish me because of it. I’d thought I loved her. Our love had been a lie. Her betrayal my only truth. And now? Now, I finally knew what love was. I’d seen it, smelled it, tasted it. And lost it. I’d fucking lost it. They would pay. They would all pay. For taking her. For turning her against me. For making me believe that blood was everything, only after mine was spilled. Meet the Author: Rachel Van Dyken is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author of regency and contemporary romances. When she's not writing you can find her drinking coffee at Starbucks and plotting her next book while watching The Bachelor. She keeps her home in Idaho with her Husband, adorable son, and two snoring boxers! She loves to hear from readers! Connect with the Author: Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/RachelVanDyken Website: http://rachelvandykenauthor.com Newsletter: http://bit.ly/RVDNewsletter Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/rachvd Twitter: https://twitter.com/RachVD Amazon: http://amzn.to/2cNVwL9 Goodreads: http://bit.ly/RVDGR Rachel's Rockin' Readers: http://bit.ly/RachelsRockinReaders Renner’s Rulesby K. Webster Publication Date: March 8, 2018 Genres: Taboo Treat I’m a bad girl. I was sent away. New house. New rules. New school. Change was supposed to be…good. Until I met him. No one warned me Principal Renner would be so hot. I’d expected some old, graying man in a brown suit. Not this. Not well over six feet of lean muscle and piercing green eyes. Not a rugged-faced, ax-wielding lumberjack of a man. He’s grouchy and rude and likes to boss me around. I find myself getting in trouble just so he’ll punish me. Especially with his favorite metal ruler. Being bad never felt so good.About K. WebsterK Webster is the author of dozens romance books in many different genres including contemporary romance, historical romance, paranormal romance, and erotic romance. When not spending time with her husband of twelve years and two adorable children, she’s active on social media connecting with her readers. Her other passions besides writing include reading and graphic design. K can always be found in front of her computer chasing her next idea and taking action. She looks forward to the day when she will see one of her titles on the big screen.Website | Blog | Twitter | Facebook | Instagram | Goodreads | Newsletter
Photo: Sara Eirew Photographer
Model: Mike Chabot
Release Date: February 22, 2018
SynopsisWhen our two damaged souls came together, something explosive happened.
Something uncontrollable. Something undeniable. Our love was intense, irrational, possessive and consuming. We didn't live or love by socities rules. We made our own, living in our own world.
Slaves to our needs. We were so wrapped up in each other, so blinded by lust, love and obsession, we couldn't see the struggles ahead. Can we fight to stay together ... or will we tear each other apart?
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Giveaway$20 Amazon Gift CardDirect Link: http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/b1257f8d265/? Available NowPlaying for Keeps (Book 1) - available on KU Amazon US ~ http://amzn.to/2CRgTsp Amazon UK ~ http://amzn.to/2m9SC7k Amazon CA ~ http://amzn.to/2COoqc2 Amazon AU ~ http://amzn.to/2F8FE1p Playing for Love (Book 2) Amazon ~ http://amzn.to/2FbGBGc iBooks ~ https://apple.co/2CCV3oP About the AuthorJ.C. Grant was born in Oklahoma and currently resides in Los Angeles, CA. She writes super sexy Romance Erotica about Alpha males and the women they love. Connect with J.C.Facebook Author Page: http://bit.ly/2gh3luw Facebook Reader Group: http://bit.ly/2fJ6iQi Goodreads Author Page: http://bit.ly/2gurdbF Twitter: http://bit.ly/2fzVkSe Instagram: http://bit.ly/2gurKuh Amazon Author Page: http://amzn.to/2g3lpVL BookBub Author Page: http://bit.ly/2ns8L7S
Title: Spark
Author: S.L. Scott
Genre: Standalone Contemporary Romance
Release Date: February 22, 2018
Blurb
One break is all The Crow Brothers need and weâre about to get it.
Johnny Outlaw, rock legend and lead singer of The Resistance, is here to watch us play. But heâs not the only familiar face in the crowdâkiller little body, heart-shaped face, and drop-dead gorgeous.
Hannah Nichols sitting at the bar makes it hard to concentrate, sparks already reigniting. The beauty was never a groupie and tonight sheâs not here to catch our show. She came to drop a bomb. âYou have a son.â
She underestimated me. Iâll prove to my son, and her, that I can be the dad he needs.
What is it about musicians? Why are they so damn sexy?
My heart was Jet Crowâs the moment he opened his sexy mouth and sang that first song. One stolen night with that man would never be enough, but Iâm not here to fall into his bed. Again. Iâm here to fight for custody of a son heâs never known.
Thereâs just one problem. Those sparks between us have become flames. If weâre not careful weâre both going to get burned.
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Jet Crow
Subtle scents of cinnamon mix with the taste of whiskey on her skin. I lick her from collarbone to the back of her ear, her moans enticing me to take more than a gentle share of what I want.
Iâm well past hooking up with groupies, but something drew me to the beautiful brunette. Under the bright spotlight of that stage, my eyes found hers as I sang about finding the missing piece of me. Maybe it was the way she pretended to not care, catching my eyes and then turning away as if she was too shy to come speak to me, but too good to be bothered. It didnât matter. I was already caught up in her as much as she was caught up in me.
The set ended and I made my way over to the mystery woman, the one who hid in the dark of the bar just as two shots were served. I took the shot of Fireball and then took her home shortly after.
Fuck. She feels good.
Hard little body, but soft in all the right places. Tits that fill my large hands and legs that spread enough for me to squeeze between her thighs. I bet she wouldnât reach my shoulders in heels. Speaking of, âKeep them on.â
I like the feel of the leather against my lower back, the hard heel scraping across my skin when she tries to power play me by tightening around my waist and pulling me closer. I didnât ask her to my bedroom. I didnât have a chance. What started out as laughing while we shared a two a.m. snack of Cheetos, hummus, and whiskey turned into me eating her as a snack on top of my kitchen counter. I donât ever do that with a one-nighter, but damn if she didnât make me want to break more rules with her.
She kisses me like a woman in need of water, taking as much as she wants while pressing her heels into my ass. The heat between us emanates until Iâm dragging my shirt off to try to cool down.
I knew she was different the moment she opened her mouth back at the bar. âYou sing rock with so much soul. Who hurt you?â
âNo one gets close enough to do me any harm.â
âThatâs a pity.â
âItâs a pity Iâve never been hurt?â
âNo, itâs a pity youâve never loved anyone enough to get hurt.â
My heart started beating for what felt like the first time as I looked into her sultry eyes. I could blame the booze, but I canât lie to myself. She had me thinking twice on things I never considered once before.
Who was this woman?
Even with our stomachs full, we werenât satisfied. She dragged me by the belt down the hall to my bedroom. Her clothes were off and mine quickly followed before we tumbled into bed.
Fast. I want to fuck her fast and hard, but every time our eyes connect thereâs such sadness found in her grays that I slow down. Wanting her to hold contact, I cup her cheek. âHannah?â
Her eyes slowly open, the long lashes framing the lust I find between them. âWhat?â she asks between heavy breaths.
âAre you okay?â
âIâm good.â
âJust making sure.â
She runs her hands up my neck and into the back of my hair. âIâm sure.â Pulling me down to her, our mouths are just a few inches apart when she whispers, âI want you. I want to do this.â
Shy isnât something Iâd call her considering we were in my bed two hours after meeting. I like a woman who knows what she wants. Hannah knows. And fuck if it isnât a turn on that she wants me.
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Living in the capital of Texas with her family, Scott loves traveling and avocados, beaches, and cooking with her kids. She's obsessed with epic romances and loves a good plot twist. Her favorite color is blue, but she likens it more toward the sky than the emotion. Her home is filled with the welcoming symbol of the pineapple and finds surfing a challenge though she likes to think she's a pro.
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Title: Taken
Series: Traded Series (Stand alone)
Author: Rebecca Brooke
Genre: Contemporary/Suspense Romance
Release Date: February 22, 2018
Kill her or don’t kill her
One job. I had one damn job: Eliminate Marcello, leave no witnesses.
I should kill her, but I can’t. Except letting her live may cost me my life.
Only one choice left. Lock her in my basement until I figure out what to do. I’ve never questioned myself before.
Until her.
She’s been Taken
Rebecca Brooke grew up in the shore towns of South Jersey. Writing has always been a love for her, as well as reading. She loves to hit the beach, but always with her kindle on hand. She is married to the most wonderful man, who puts up with all of her craziness. Together they have two beautiful children who keep her on her toes. Rebecca is the author of contemporary, new adult, and paranormal romance.
Home Run King by Stella is an all new standalone sports romance is AVAILABLE NOW!SynopsisMy life was what country songs are made of: my Granny died, my girlfriend broke up with me, I knocked up her cousin, and I was inducted into the Major League Hall of Fame. Yup…just like every country song I’ve ever heard. But let me start over… My name is Gage Nix. That’s all you need to know. Actually, there’s a lot more to Gage than meets the eye. My name’s Katie Crisp, and I had a front row seat and the inside scoop. In a moment of grief and desperation, I allowed the Home Run King to…well, hit a home run on my diamond. He not only knocked it out of the park, but he also knocked me up. Raising two babies—the one I was carrying, and Gage—wasn’t what I signed up for. But he gave me no choice. I only wish I hadn’t waited until the end of the season to see that he was my MVP. Oh, and the only hall of fame he’s ever been inducted into is his own. Grab Your Copy Today!Amazon US: http://amzn.to/2GxO8PA Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/2Fika2o Amazon CA: http://amzn.to/2CBAiJo Amazon AU: http://amzn.to/2Fj4I6j Add to Goodreads - http://bit.ly/2EqMl1e About Stella: When two romance authors, Leddy Harper and Stephie Walls, join forces...you know it's going to be STELLA Follow Author Stella Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/AuthorStella/ Goodreads - https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/3103498.Stella Amazon - http://amzn.to/2iimAmL “So exquisitely titillating, full of hope and second chances, and so honest, this is Rachel Blaufeld’s best and swooniest romance yet! I LOVED it!” - Katy Evans, New York Times Bestselling Author Heart Stronger, an all-new emotional romance from Rachel Blaufeld is available now!
“Sometimes, I feel like I’m watching a movie . . . that it’s not really me, Claire Richards, getting this second chance at life.” “Open your eyes, it’s you, and I’m damn glad it’s with me.” ~ Aiken Single mom and college professor Claire Richards only wanted a few hours of me time to soak in her tub, read a book, and drink wine. But tragedy struck, and Claire found herself with a lot more me time than she bargained for. Three years later, Claire is still mourning her losses when Aiken Fordham—who looks young enough to be one of her college students—moves in next door. Forcing Claire to face her fears, Aiken almost forgets his reason for moving to Small Town, Pennsylvania. Falling for the sexy, smart, and strong professor next door was never in the plan. But now it is . . . until their future intersects with their pasts. ExcerptThe downpour stopped just as I did, soaked in rain and sweat. Rolling my neck, I took in my house. It was cute. Too cute for a single dude, but it was all fixed up, and I wasn’t in the mood for a renovation project. I bent over to stretch, touching my toes, and before I could stand up, Smitty was at my feet, tail wagging, tongue lolling, begging to be petted. “Smitty!” Claire came running out her front door, dark hair tied up in a messy bun, wearing tight black pants and a fitted green blouse. No shoes. She stopped in front of me, and I noticed her pink toes and tanned feet. “Smitty, bad boy! You can’t leave the house.” She grabbed his collar and tugged him to her side. “S’okay.” Wetness seeped into my eyes, and I swatted it away, making the burn worse. Squinting and blinking, I remained focused on the woman in front of me, and all woman she was. There wasn’t one girlish thing about my neighbor, and no—before you think it—I didn’t have mommy issues. I had lean-muscular-legs and pouty-lips issues, both of which Claire had in earnest. Not to mention, I had a separate thing for independence after growing up around all these farming wives, who basically did all the heavy lifting for none of the credit. Then there was my dad, unable to move on, the epitome of lost. “Don’t say that. He can’t be running out of the house.” Her breath was short at this point; she was almost panting. “He’s all I have.” It was a whisper of a sentence, but I heard it. Fuck it, I felt it. I got pain. Hated anyone else having to experience it. She was eaten up with pain, but kept her head up—I could tell. I wanted to crack her veneers, let the pain ooze out, and see her smile in earnest. Deep shit for a young guy, but I’d grown up fast. Like in the last forty-eight hours. “I put my hand out to feel if it was still raining, and he bolted as soon as he saw you,” she continued to explain. “Like I said, I’m cool with Smitty, but I get it. He can’t be escaping.” “Thanks for understanding.” She stood, prim and proper, her gaze heavy on the concrete, clearly avoiding any direct eye contact. “You okay, Claire? I’m sorry about last night.” “I’m fine.” She turned back toward her house. “Claire, listen, we got off to a bad start. Can we start over? Aiken Fordham, nice to meet you.” I held my hand out, flexing my bicep, waiting for her to return the favor. “Claire Richards.” She took my hand, her smaller, dainty, and way smoother hand slipping into mine. “Ugh. What do you want, Aiken? Look at you, shirtless, dripping from running in the rain.” Her hand whipped out of mine and began whisking up and down in the air, motioning at my very naked torso. “What could you possibly want from me? If you need an egg or a stick of butter, pop next door. Otherwise, let me be. I need to get out of here and beg Mary to give me a class full of students, probably not much older than you.” She alternated between eyeing me and her disobedient dog. “You’re a beautiful woman, Claire,” I called, running up behind her. “And I’m a warm-blooded man, who’ll probably never have a need for a stick of butter. I’m a big boy. I know how to find a grocery store. All by myself too.” She flung open her door and motioned Smitty inside. He stood at the screen door, staring us down with sad doggie eyes. “Is there something wrong with getting to know my neighbor? I don’t know anyone here. Maybe you could be neighborly? Or are you so closed off you can’t do that? Because if so, that’s a damn shame,” I said through gritted teeth. Admittedly, I was more frustrated than I should have been. I was a man who desperately wanted the broken woman in front of me.
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