Deceived
Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / iBooks / Kobo / Google Play -- EXCERPT: The door swung open with a crash. “Sorry I’m late.” A slender Black woman swept in like a tropical storm. His first impression was color. Bright, vibrant movement. Whirling dervish. And color. He started at the bottom and surveyed his way up. Worn, pale blue Converse high-tops splattered with paint. Ripped skinny jeans with splotches of paint in bold red, yellow, bright blue, even some neon green and orange. A white tunic sweater slipped off one shoulder revealing bare skin and collarbones. The nipples of her small breasts pushed against the top, boldly proclaiming her braless. Her face was stunning: high cheekbones, regal nose, black arched brows. Striking hazel eyes shimmered with secrets and mirth, as if she had a private joke just for them. Except everyone probably felt like that around her. She was one of those people who oozed magnetism and sex appeal. Just like his father, if he were honest. And that thought made him want to gag and then spew all over the old man’s office. She had skin the color of rich Brazilian hardwood and hair a natural halo around her face. She had another splotch of paint on her bare neck, and her fingers were long and elegant and adorned with paint, as she gestured at the old men. “Problem on the metro. Was stuck on the train.” Everything about her screamed free spirit and unrestrained joy. “Ayesha, darling.” The judge walked toward her with open arms and embraced her. He squeezed her tightly, just a little too long. But in an odd turn of events, Marsh didn’t think his father’s touch was sexual. He seemed almost paternal. That was weird. “Good to see you again as well, Uncle Bobby.” “Lovely to see you again, my dear.” His father slung his arm over the woman’s shoulder and turned her to face Marsh. “This is my son, Marsh.” Uncle Bobby? Now Marsh was really confused. “Marsh, I want you to help Ayesha.” What the hell? # Ayesha Brown stopped in her tracks. Raised one eyebrow and scanned her gaze over Marsh Adams. So this was Marsh Adams. She’d been hearing about the prodigal son for years, but she’d never met him. He was…not what she expected. Oh, he looked a little bit like his father, taller, thinner, with his paternity written in the austere lines of his pale white face. She tilted her head and studied the angles of his face—he had the square jaw and high forehead that emphasized his eyes, but his nose was crooked, adding interest to the otherwise perfect lines. Peripherally she noted his clothes, appreciating the suit porn. Pinstripes. Tie. Shiny shoes. Stuffy. Tightly wound. Buttoned up. But that nose didn’t fit with the rest of his appearance. Since she knew how much heartache he had caused his father, she nodded once at him and stuffed her hands in her pockets. A clear rejection of cultural normative standards. She wasn’t about to shake his hand.
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When I first met Jack Miller, he didnât wow me with his intellect or even set that fluttering off in my tummy that you hear about, but he was handsome.
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He always listened to my problems and tried his hardest to soothe my worries. He treated me well and thatâs all a girl really needsâ¦
Isn't it?
Being thirteen years, my senior never bothered me or him.
Or so I thought.
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Although it was what I thought I wanted⦠exploring it, could cost me dearly.
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Title: Playing for KeepsAuthor: Ashley BostockGenre: Contemporary RomanceAbout Playing for Keeps:CEO Justin Hollinsworth’s playboy ways have his board of directors in a tizzy. Apparently, him bedding a different beauty every night somehow offends the company’s morality clause. The penalty of which could be sharing his CEO title with his brother. So far, his billionaire status has bought him the upper hand. But time is running out. His only option is to find a wife and pretend to settle down, in hopes of appeasing his uppity board. Who better to ask than his ex-best friend? Mercedes Nicholson isn’t a careless business owner. When she fronted money to an associate, she trusted she would be paid back. That was her first mistake. She was fearing it would cost her a lifetime of work to dig herself out of that hole, when Justin came back into her life with an unconventional offer. One that might just save her business. But Mercedes has a secret it will be impossible to keep hidden. To her, Justin was always more than a friend. He was the boy that stole her heart when she was a gangly eight year old. Now, she’s a grown woman with the desire to do unspeakably naughty things to him. Can she fake a marriage to the only man she’s ever loved? Or will real emotions get in the way of the perfect ruse?
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“I hate to see you cry. Tell me how I can make it better. What can I do?” Justin’s large palms glided up and down her back while he held her in his arms.
She looked up at him. His hooded eyes pulled her into his depths, the blue hues reminding her of sno-cones and summertime… the welcome chill of blue raspberry flavoring when it met her tongue on a hot day… swimming in the lake below a cloudless sky… Justin tipping the two of them on their raft and she toppling into his body just as they went overboard. Her eyes lingered on his aquiline nose, his straight forehead, and the prominent freckle right below his eye. He was so massive and confident. He reeked of power and control. But he also had a quiet, gentle side to him, and she’d never paid attention to any man’s complexities the way she did with him. Her gaze drifted to his supple lips, and her body tingled under his heated gaze at the memory of him kissing her last night at dinner. That had been only for show. In the confines of his office, with no one there, they weren’t showing anyone anything. She wanted to kiss him for real. Just one real kiss. One kiss between a man and a woman. Old friends. The guy she’d always loved and had never had the opportunity to have. The one that had gotten away. Her eyes flickered to his. He didn’t move, didn’t look away. It was almost like he knew what she had in mind and was giving her the lead. Before she could think too much more, before she gave herself time to chicken out—because God knew that happened to her a lot where Justin was concerned—she got on her tippy-toes and placed her mouth against his. Her body melted into his familiar heat, and as if they had a mind of their own, her hands traveled up to his neck, where she tugged him closer. Mercedes felt alive. She felt whole and real, as if for the first time in her life, she was going after what she wanted: Justin. He had always been what she wanted, and now she was showing him. There was no way this would be mistaken for a fake kiss or a first kiss like when they were younger. This was fire in all the right places. Flames nipped at the insides of her thighs, and her nipples hardened beneath the heat. His tongue stroked hers, and his teeth scraped at her bottom lip as their mouths moved together. This kiss was everything she’d ever wanted and more. Justin’s hands shifted against her back. He touched her face, her cheeks. He tilted her head back and ended the kiss. Time stood still for a second as they stared at one another, chests heaving. His lips gleamed with slickness from their kiss. His eyes simmered with the promise of more. She liked the younger version of Justin—really liked him—but this grown-up version of Justin did things to her that made her want to be naughty. Dirty. He made her want to do things to him that were not younger-version appropriate—feel his hands against her wrists as he bound her to his bed. Watch them together in his mirror. The pulse in his jaw ticked, and perhaps he wasn’t thinking of the naughty things she was thinking of, but she could feel between her thighs that he was thinking of his own naughty thoughts. “Don’t let that happen again, Mercy.” Justin said, effectively dumping water onto her ever-growing flames.
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Ashley Bostock was born and raised in Colorado where she currently resides with her husband, two children and her animals. She loves reading, writing, and music and is always trying to find more time in the day to incorporate all three. Seeking an outlet and pursuing her life-long passion for writing, she began composing her first novel in 2013. She has traveled all over the world, but still has an extensive list of places she would love to visit. Anywhere near a sky-blue ocean will always be at the top of that list. She carries a Bachelor’s Degree in History with a concentration in Elementary Education from Metropolitan State College of Denver. While she loves children, she now fears teaching, which probably has something to do with being a stay-at-home mom. She would love if you followed her at any or all of her social media pages!
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Forever Summer
Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble -- EXCERPT: “We could have texted if you wanted to talk,” I remind him, patting the spot on the bed where my phone has slipped down to. He pulls an elastic band from his wrist and snaps it into place around his hair, making a perfectly small bun before taking the towel, squeezing the excess water from the style, and taking a seat at the edge of my bed. “You’re trying to make it sound like you don’t want me here, but I know you do. You wouldn’t have let me in otherwise, and you wouldn’t have kissed me this afternoon.” There’s a pause, the night dripping in and our faces drawing closer. “Do you believe in love at first sight, Morrigan?” His voice hangs heavy and warm in the bedroom air. The question might be a rhetorical one, but I feel compelled to answer because I think I gave a shit answer the first time he asked me the question. “I used to,” I reply softly, a whispered lilt to my voice that matches his own. “You know, before.” I tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “That’s interesting.” He clasps his hands together and rests them between his thighs. His eyes tell me that isn’t the answer he wanted. “You stopped believing in love at first sight when I finally started.”
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Dubbed a “triple threat” by readers, Danielle Rose dabbles in many genres, including urban fantasy, suspense, and romance. The USA Today bestselling author holds a Master of Fine Arts in creative writing from the University of Southern Maine.
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Series Title: The Complete Tempest Rock Star Series (Books 1-6)
Author: Michelle Mankin
Genre: New Adult Romance
Your all access backstage pass to the world's most dysfunctional rock band.
Tempest rocking.
Tempest rolling.
Tempest raging out of control.
The complete series includes all six books boxed together digitally for the first time ever. Over 1200 pages. It also includes a bonus excerpt of The Right Man.
IRRESISTIBLE REFRAIN
Two years ago everything changed for the remaining members of the Seattle rock band Tempest.
Two years is a long time.
Too long to keep on remembering.
Not nearly long enough to forget.
In trouble with nowhere else to go songstress Lace Lowell seeks refuge with the band during their stop in New York City. It's a risky move for her because they are both there, two impossibly good looking men whose lives are inseparably entwined with hers. One who bruised her heart and one who smashed it into pieces.
ENTICING INTERLUDE
To the talented vocalist Justin Jones, love is merely a game that he plays by his own rules.
But to Bridget Dubois, love and heartache are one and the same.
Broken too many times before, the delicate beauty keeps her emotions carefully concealed. Bridget has her own set of rigid rules when it comes to men. She prefers to avoid them altogether, especially dangerously seductive auburn haired emerald eyed players like Justin.
CAPTIVATING BRIDGE
Warren "War" Jinkins is that guy.
The bad one.
Tempest's ex front man, an arrogant rock god.
The only thing larger than his ego is his capacity for self-destruction.
His bad attitude has cost him. His woman. His best friend. His band. Everything.
Shaina Bentley is that girl.
The good one.
Hollywood's pink candy-coated sweetheart.
The star of Pinky Swear, television's top rated teen show.
He's a one man island. She's a fragile captive soul.
Is love a current too dangerous to cross or will it be the bridge that brings them together?
RELENTLESS RHYTHM
The one she really wants is out of reach.
The one he really needs is already taken.
Dizzy Lowell, rhythm man for the rising rock band Tempest is a wizard on the guitar and a wonder with women. But the hookup specialist hides his emotional scars beneath his suave exterior. He never lets anyone truly touch him until he meets April Reynolds, the confident bartender of the Diamond Mine.
TEMPTING TEMPO
Sager Reed the strong and silent bassist for the rock band Tempest is well acquainted with loss. The thoughtful tattoos he designs only hint at his turbulent youth. He buries his guilt about it deeply within his troubled heart.
Melinda T. Belle is the daughter of a dysfunctional rock legend. Avoiding emotional entanglement, she has turned her back on nearly everyone and everything she has ever known. Alone, she tries desperately to find fulfillment in the one dream she has left, competitive skiing.
Can Sager overcome his dark past?
Will Melinda realize her worth?
Will they both see that love is only thing that really matters?
SCANDALOUS BEAT
A rock star. A stripper. Can a hookup lead to a happily ever after?
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THE RIGHT MAN
A pretty woman and a handsome rock star
A modern retelling of Cinderella.
Can a hookup for cash lead to a happily ever after?
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Michelle Mankin is the New York Times bestselling author of the Black Cat Records series of novels.
Fall in love with a rock star. Love Evolution, Love Revolution, and Love Resolution are a BRUTAL STRENGTH centered trilogy, combining the plot underpinnings of Shakespeare with the drama, excitement, and indisputable sexiness of the rock 'n roll industry. Things take a bit of an edgier, once upon a time turn with the TEMPEST series. These pierced, tatted, and troubled Seattle rockers are young and on the cusp of making it big, but with serious obstacles to overcome that may prevent them from ever getting there. Rock stars, myths, and legends collide with paranormal romance in a totally mesmerizing way in the MAGIC series. Romance and self-discovery, the FINDING ME series is a Tempest spin off with a more experienced but familiar cast of characters. The ROCK F*CK CLUB series is a girl-power fueled reality show with the girls ranking the rock stars. The Once Upon A Rock Star series is sexy modern fairytale retellings. When Michelle is not prowling the streets of her Texas town listening to her rock or NOLA funk music much too loud, she is putting her daydreams down on paper or traveling the world with her family and friends, sometimes for real, and sometimes just for pretend.
BRUTAL STRENGTH series: Love Evolution Love Revolution Love Resolution Love Rock’ollection TEMPEST series (also available in audio): Irresistible Refrain Enticing Interlude Captivating Bridge Relentless Rhythm Tempest Raging Tempting Tempo Scandalous Beat The MAGIC series (also available in audio): Strange Magic Dream Magic Twisted Magic ROCK STARS, SURF AND SECOND CHANCES series (also available in audio): Outside Riptide Oceanside High Tide Island Side The Complete Rock Stars, Surf and Second Chances Series, Books 1-5 FINDING ME series (also available in audio): Find Me Remember Me Keep Me Girls Ranking the Rock Stars series (also available in audio): ROCK F*CK CLUB (Girls Ranking the Rock Stars, Book 1) ROCK F*CK CLUB (Girls Ranking the Rock Stars, Book 2) ROCK F*CK CLUB (Girls Ranking the Rock Stars, Book 3) ROCK F*CK CLUB (Girls Ranking the Rock Stars, Book 4) ROCK F*CK CLUB (Girls Ranking the Rock Stars, Book 5) ONCE UPON A ROCK STAR series The Right Man The Right Wish The Right Wrong
Title: Ruthless Sentinel
Series: Vicious Vipers 2
Author: Lynn Burke
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: February 20, 2020
Cover Design: Designs by L~
Working security for my MC brother, I’m tasked with protecting a crooked judge who targets his willful daughter with emotional abuse.
She’s beautiful. She’s confident and has a backbone of steel, but I recognize the pain in her eyes.
She distracts me from my job, and echoes of Pop’s taunts of my being a failure fester in my head.
But I will prove him wrong.
I will withstand our connection, the relentless pull between us.
I will protect her family—her—from the unknown enemy, even if it costs me my soul.
*This is the second book in the Vicious Vipers MC series and may be unsuitable for someone under 18 years of age. HEA guaranteed, however, secondary characters make appearances in other’s stories. Reading in order is recommended.
A blast of cold air hit my face, but my breath caught for an entirely different reason as subtle lilac and vanilla scents swirled around me.
Giada Burtonelli stood on the granite stoop, coat gaping open to reveal a jade-colored dress that wrapped around her body, cradling the type of tits I wanted to fuck. Tiny, tucked waist, perfect for the span of my hands. The skirt’s center split to display the top of her thighs, inches from the apex of where I bet heaven lay in wait—much too fucking short. Toned legs, tanned and smooth, led to spiked heels porn stars wore while getting their asses fucked.
My dick jolted, and I clenched my jaw against the combustion of lust that roared to life in my balls. Lifting my focus off her hot as fuck body to her face didn’t help matters. Eyes, green as spring grass, sharp as a damn Samurai sword, pierced through me with the type of instantaneous connection that robbed a man of his identity. Her full lips parted on a quick intake of air as her focus moved upward over my body to meet my gaze.
I’d seen pictures. Knew she’d be beautiful, but I didn’t expect my breath to be ripped from my lungs or the hairs on my body to stand at attention because of the energy crackling between us.
“You’re late!” Burtonelli barked from behind me.
Giada’s eyes hardened as she lifted her pointed chin, her ruby red lips thinning into a line.
I moved back, fucking tongue-tied.
“Hello to you, too, Father.” Low and husky, her voice thickened my dick even more.
“Could you make an effort to be on time just once, Giada?” Burtonelli moved toward her, his scowl raking down over her. “What the hell are you wearing?”
“Oscar,” she snipped her reply, her eyes flashing.
“You look like a whore. Fitting, I suppose, since you can’t seem to keep your legs closed to every Tom, Dick, and Harry who shows interest in you.”
I blinked, but her façade didn’t crack. Not the first time she’d heard such a thing, I expected as my fists clenched, but not my monkey...
Her father stalked past her. “I specifically said to be on time,” he continued. “You know how important this night is.” Stomping down the granite stairs toward the waiting limo in the circular drive, he muttered about people contributing to his campaign and what they might think of his daughter’s inappropriate attire—and the fact it was too late for her to change.
“You look lovely, dear,” Giada’s mother said, stepping forward, hands outstretched.
Kiss, kiss—fake as hell, before Mrs. Burtonelli hurried after her husband as though he tugged her along with a leash.
Marisa came next to greet her sister, her face pained as though empathetic toward Giada being her father’s verbal punching bag, but it was Cristian’s infectious grin and grabby hands to hug her that brought a smile to Giada’s face.
And Christ, what a smile. Dimple, flashing white teeth, eyes alight with enough joy to slam an uppercut into my gut, stealing my breath again.
I stared as they hugged, jealousy slithering in like a damn snake to wrap coils around my stomach and squeeze. Possessiveness wasn’t something I’d felt before, but fuck if I didn’t recognize its gut-twisting presence—even if it was her brother putting his hands on her.
Stretching my neck side to side, I tore my attention off the two siblings whispering to one another and glanced at Greed who watched me with a smirk on his face.
I scowled and spun to follow Marisa outside. I should have been the first into the night even though Burtonelli’s personal guards already awaited us in the circular drive out front, but everything about Giada distracted me.
My scowl deepened. Focus.
The plan had been for Greed to ride in the limo with the family while I took shotgun in the lead car, but I decided on a change while scanning their gated property in the darkening sky.
Three Burtonelli guards, including their driver and head of security who’d been placed beneath my command for the duration of the contract, stayed positioned where I’d commanded along the drive. All of us were connected by top of the line ear pieces provided by Tellier Security.
The driver stood by the car’s back door as Mrs. Burtonelli slid inside, the other two packing with heads swiveling where they waited by the cars boxing the limo in.
Hairs on my neck stirred, but without any sense of impending danger.
Giada.
I could feel her focus on my back like a soft caress, a whisper of fingertips along my spine, but I didn’t turn, even after the mansion’s front door slammed shut.
Fighting off shivers and my body’s distraction from my job, I strode toward the limo, waving the driver away. Cristian moved into my periphery as I pulled up by the opened door, and he slid in behind his oldest sister.
I feigned disinterest as Giada neared in a cloud of sweet, subtle lilac laced with vanilla.
My hand moved on its own, offering her assistance even though I continued to scan the property, senses beyond alert, my body strung fucking tight as hell.
Her smooth fingers danced across mine, and I gripped tight in sudden need to yank her close. Soothe the hurt her father had inflicted that she’d tried to hide behind a mask of who-gives-a-shit stubbornness.
I turned my focus on her face—she stared up at me, her eyes wide and lips parted. Currents raced through our clasped fingers, straight to my dick.
“Giada!” Her father’s annoyed call from inside the limo jerked her attention off me, and I grit my teeth while she bent down to get into the limo and join her family.
I released my hold on her hand and fought the need to watch her ass as she climbed into the limo. Greed approached, his inquisitive stare on my face.
“I’m riding with them,” I told him, my tone not welcoming argument or question.
© Lynn Burke 2020
Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.
Title: When We Crash
Duet: The Souls Duet #1
Author: Cynthia A. Rodriguez
Genre: YA/NA Contemporary Romance
Release: February 20, 2020
Given a second chance to find his soulmate after a horrific accident takes their lives, a young man returns as a teenager named Dexter Andrews.
But there are rules:
She won’t remember him and he’ll have to rely on fragmented memories of the life he once knew.
Finding her is one thing; loving her and her self-destructive ways is another.
Cynthia hates writing her own bio. In her down-time, you can find her watching movies, ranging anywhere from classic to action flicks (she has a weakness for Marvel adaptations), and reading any novel she can get her hands on.
She loves hearing from her readers! You can reach Cynthia at cynthia.a.rodriguez6@gmail.com. Both her Twitter and Instagram handles are @thecynrodriguez.
Title: Creeping Beautiful
Author: JA Huss
Genre: MMFM Romantic Suspense
Release Date: February 19, 2020
I wasn’t the one who broke her but I played my part.
She came to us when she was ten. I raised her. I loved her.
I taught her how to survive in a world of evil men.
But it wasn’t enough.
ADAM
I wasn’t the one who saved her but I did my best.
She needed me as much as I needed her.
Bought and paid for on the auction block.
But not for the reasons you think.
She was my weapon.
DONOVAN
I wasn’t the one who lied to her but I hid her truth.
She was broken before I got there.
Wild and angry. Defiant and bratty.
But she trusted me most.
She loved me best.
So I set her free.
Indie Anna Accorsi is a woman lost in her past.
A pretty little nightmare.
A gorgeous piece of misery.
A mess of lovely darkness.
She is creeping beautiful.
And now we want her back.
INDIE
“Did you have a best friend when you were a kid, Adam?” He didn’t look at me right away, just kept watching the football game. We had barbecued that afternoon. Hot dogs. I was still full from eating three. But eventually his eyes found mine. “What do you mean? Like… McKay?” “No. Did you have a girl like me when you were growing up here at Old Home? Or were you all alone?” It came out sadder than I meant it to. Because I didn’t want to imagine Adam all alone. It made my heart hurt. “I didn’t have a girl like you. Not until you came along. You’re one of a kind, Indie.” I chuckled. Because I knew he was saying it to make me chuckle. But there was a stab of pain in my chest when he said that. “I’m sorry, you know. For hitting you that day. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” His eyes went sad then. And I wanted to take it back. But I didn’t take it back. I couldn’t take it back. I had been wanting to tell him that since he woke up on Nate’s living room floor covered in blood. Finally, he sighed. “It’s just who you are, Indie.” His reply hurt me more than it soothed me. Because… was that girl who hit him in the head with a candlestick who I was? I gave him a brain injury. He almost died. And sure, by this time I had killed my share of people on different jobs. I had hurt more than that too. But I never wanted to hurt Adam. If McKay had not insisted on taking him to the emergency room, he would’ve died, or at the very least gone unconscious and never woken up again. His brain was swelling up and cutting off his oxygen flow. And even though he recovered, and by this time he was mostly back to normal physically, he had to have therapy for months afterward. And learn to say a few words all over again because his mouth didn’t quite work right. I did that to him. And I was very, very sorry. But the truth was… I didn’t actually remember doing it. I didn’t know how that candlestick got in my hand. I didn’t know how it struck Adam on the side of the head. I didn’t remember any of it. And that scared me. Really bad. And I wanted to tell this to Adam but I didn’t want him to worry about me or think I was losing it. Because I had heard Donovan talking to McKay and Adam over the years. He was always worried that one day I would ‘lose it’ and that’s why he’d been coming to talk to me since I was a little girl. So I didn’t lose it. So I could hold everything together in a tight, tight ball and never go insane. But I didn’t know how to say that. I should’ve started with this train of thought instead of ‘I’m sorry’. Because now it felt like the conversation was over. So I got up from my swing, walked over to Adam, and sat in his lap. And I hugged him. And then I was just… more sad than afraid. Because I had hugged McKay millions of times by this point in my life. And Donovan, a couple dozen, at least. But I had never, ever, not once, hugged Adam. Or thanked him for saving me from that snake. Or giving me this home. Or making sure I was taken care of by McKay. For saving my life in the early days of those jobs. Or anything else that he’d done for me since I first became his more than seven years ago. It took him almost a full minute to relax and put his arms around me, and hug me back. But when he did, something changed between us. We both felt it. And then his head turned and he kissed me on the cheek and pulled my face into his neck and whispered so softly, I could barely hear his words, “I love you, Indie. No matter what you do, I’m on your side, kid. Always and forever.” I stayed in his lap. Enjoying this new closeness between us. But then he slapped my leg and said, “Get up. I gotta go inside. Got some work to do before I go to sleep.” And I got up, and sat back down on my swing, and watched him walk away.
JA Huss is the New York Times Bestselling author of 321 and has been on the USA Today Bestseller's list 21 times in the past five years. She writes characters with heart, plots with twists, and perfect endings.
Her new sexy sci-fi romance and paranormal romance pen name is KC Cross and she writes novels and teleplays collaboratively with actor and screenwriter, Johnathan McClain.
Her books have sold millions of copies all over the world, the audio version of her semi-autobiographical book, Eighteen, was nominated for a Voice Arts Award and an Audie Award in 2016 and 2017 respectively. Her audiobook, Mr. Perfect, was nominated for a Voice Arts Award in 2017. Her audiobook, Taking Turns, was nominated for an Audie Award in 2018. Five of her book were optioned for a TV series by MGM television in 2018. And her book, Total Exposure, was nominated for a RITA Award in 2019.
She lives on a ranch in Central Colorado with her family.
Release Date: February 20, 2020 Cover Design: Damon Freeman Genre: Contemporary Romance Trope: Roommates, friends to lovers, age-gap Synopsis Dean's new roommate may be the one one-night stand he never forgot, but there's no stopping now...If opposites attract, Paris and Dean are fated to repel each other. Both are fiercely independent. Both have sworn off falling in love. One night together could be—should be—just that. One night. One fantastic night. It shouldn’t summon a desire that Dean can’t ignore. Especially since Paris is happy to forget all about it. Their mutual connections bond them closer than anyone realizes…until three months later when Paris and Dean meet again. As roommates. With his best friend and her little sister under one roof, will sparks fly—or will they burn over two people with too much in common?
Purchase Link Amazon Universal: https://geni.us/e9qbh Giveaway $25 Amazon Gift Card Direct Link: http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/b1257f8d593/? Available Now Amazon Universal: https://geni.us/EOaAFH About the Author Michelle Morgan lives in Dallas, Texas with her husband and two sons. She is a 2018 RITA Finalist Editor for the romance novella, "In His Arms" by Jules Dixon, and has edited more than 100 novels since 2013. Nothing ignites Michelle's passion for editing like working on her own fiction. She published After Henry, her first novel, in 2014. Alongside Jeremy Morgan--fellow writer, IT genius, and Michelle's real-life hero--she spent the next four years growing their two small businesses and starting a family. The muse took a back seat but never left. As of June 2018, Michelle has been writing again--a lot! She's excited to release her romantic fiction, "Work in Progress" and "No Turning Back," in the summer and fall of 2019. Michelle is a member of Romance Writers of America and the Editorial Freelancers Association.Connect with Michelle Newsletter Sign Up: http://bit.ly/2IHGS8P Facebook Author Page: http://bit.ly/2UzSnRa Goodreads Author Page: http://bit.ly/2VoWyUw Instagram: http://bit.ly/2vkJyR0 Amazon Author Page: https://amzn.to/2IXStA6 |