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Title: THE TRAITOR’S BRIDEAuthor: Alix NicholsGenre: Scifi RomanceAbout The Traitor’s Bride:On her untamed gift hinges the future of a planet—and her lover’s life… A month ago, ex-army Major Areg Sebi was thrown into prison. Now he’s on the scaffold, laying his head on the block. No public trial for the disgraced war hero. No cyborgs from the League of Realms to whisk him away. No help. No escape. A priestess chants a prayer for the major’s soul, even as a judge cries out, “Death to the traitor!” In the crowd below, laundry maid Etana Tidryn stares into Areg’s eyes. His lips were hot against hers last night. His hands roamed her body, worshipped her, pleasured her. She’s falling for him, hard and fast. She’s still hoping, even if he’s given up… Can Etana transcend everything she knows—transcend life itself—to save him? Can she rise to meet her destiny?
GRAB YOUR COPY TODAY!EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT:The massive lash hit Areg Sebi’s bared back anew. A gasp rippled through the crowd. Etana Tidryn had never seen a whip like that before. It had multiple tails with knots at each end. She looked closer, and gulped. The knots had claws. Every single knot was woven with small shards of glass and metal barbs to make it even nastier than it already was. Raising his arm high above his head, the flogger struck again, hard. The man on Etana’s left cheered. The two women on her right unwrapped their bread rolls, bit into them, and began to chew with a single-minded keenness. Their faces reflected a mixture of horror and fascination. “Still regret skipping breakfast?” the older of the two asked the younger one. “You joking?” The younger woman smiled. “This show is absolutely worth it!” Their gazes never left the scaffold while they talked. Etana turned away from them. To her relief, few people in the crowd seemed to share her neighbors’ enthusiasm. Many averted their heads, cringing with pity for Lord Sebi. A few brave souls even dared to hum and drone in defiance, risking jail time if the cops found them out. Clearly, they didn’t believe the charges leveled against their hero. Everything had happened so fast! Lord Sebi’s reputation had always been unmarred, as clean as the springs on Mount Crog. An heir to a long line of noble-bloods famous for their integrity, he was destined for a great future in Eia. Then Teteum invaded the realm. Lord Sebi joined the army and rose to major. His bravery on the battlefield earned him several decorations, including a Golden Double Serpent Wand—Eia’s highest honor. When his parents and younger sister died in a tragic accident, there was no end to letters of sympathy people sent him from all four corners of the realm. Everyone in Eia looked up to him, hung on his every word, admired, and even worshipped him. And then, a month ago, Police Chief Zorom Ultek arrested him. The Orogate Daily revealed “the truth” about Areg Sebi, which Etana didn’t believe for a second. Neither did her parents, or her brother and sister. Nor, apparently, many others here in Iltaqa. The flogger brandished his freak whip again. It laid a long, ragged line of red into Lord Sebi’s broad back. Etana’s cheeks flamed the instant she realized she was ogling the distinctly masculine shape of his back, despite the grim reason it had been exposed. Divine Aheya, the shame! But what with Pa being so straitlaced, and her brother Rhori so hopelessly shy, she’d never seen a grown man’s bare upper body before. And Areg Sebi’s was something to behold. Once more, the whip cracked against Lord Sebi’s back. The knots bit into his flayed skin, peeling strips of it off. Etana shuddered and gripped Rhori’s arm. But she didn’t avert her eyes. The town of Iltaqa hadn’t seen a public punishment in over a year, ever since the “space conmen” floggings. In the early months of the Teteum invasion, when things looked bad for Eia, four enterprising individuals set up a daring scam. Over several weeks, they sold hundreds of tickets to a bogus rescue transport. The transport was supposed to arrive from Norbal in the neighboring solar system and take the ticket-holding refugees off Hente. Norbal’s booming economy needed the extra workforce and talent, the conmen had explained. When no transport materialized, the swindled ticket holders—most of them proficients and noble-bloods—reported the scammers to the police. The authorities caught them, confiscated their booty for the war effort, and had them flogged in Town Hall Square. In retrospect, that punishment looked like a mother’s spanking next to Lord Sebi’s treatment. The whip came down again on the bloody ruin of his back, making him arch and grunt in pain. Letting go of Rhori’s arm, Etana scrabbled at her chest through the layers of her work apron, dress and underwear until her fingers found her Serpent Coil pendant. She began to stroke the ouroboros, her lips moving in a silent prayer. Suddenly, a buzz-like sound invaded her ears. She scanned her surroundings for its source before realizing it was coming from inside her. There were other sounds, too—sounds she hadn’t noticed until that moment. Sparrows chirped in the distance, squirrels scampered up and down the old oak trees across the square, bugs hummed in the lush flowerbeds, and a dog growled in a yard. Etana felt dizzy. The air around her, the very air she breathed, acquired a strangely sticky quality. Something invisible wheeled and eddied in the sky over her head. Divine Aheya only knew why, a childhood memory flashed in Etana’s mind. She saw herself, her parents and Rhori standing around Mayka’s high chair, watching stern-looking vestals examine her baby sister. But the memory was blurry and, for the life of her, Etana couldn’t recall what had gone down that day or why she was recollecting it now. Could it have something to do with the sultry, fog-like substance condensing above her? Whatever it was, it spun faster and faster, the whirlpool descending toward her, inexorable. Suddenly, she was trembling in its eye. When it burst into her chest like a gale-force wind, she gasped and fought for breath. Except, there was no room in her lungs for air. They were filled to the brim with the mysterious fog. Etana coughed, desperately trying to rid herself of it. No luck. Her knees wobbled, and just as she was about to faint, the substance left her body, and dissipated without a trace. A flurry of lash strokes descended on Lord Sebi’s back in quick succession, the whip leaving deep welts rimmed with blood. Etana swayed and leaned against Rhori, who wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “Only a couple dozen more,” he whispered in her ear. “It’ll be over soon.” A couple dozen more. Etana dug her nails into her palms when the next stroke landed, adding another crimson groove to Lord Sebi’s back. A man in gold-rimmed black robes stepped forward from the box on the side of the scaffold where notables sat during major events. He raised his hand, commanding everyone’s attention. Etana had never seen him before. She gave her brother a quizzical look. “It’s Lord Mahabmet, the high judge,” Rhori said, surveying the man. “I’ve seen his picture in the Gazette. He almost never leaves the capital.” Etana knitted her brows. “Haven’t you wondered why Lord Sebi is being flogged here and not in Orogate?” Rhori nodded. “I have, as have all my friends.” “Orogate is only an hour’s ride from Iltaqa,” Etana went on. “No more than twenty minutes in a motorized vehicle. Why didn’t they transfer Lord Sebi to Old Kingdom Prison? Why isn’t he being flogged in Republic Square?” On the scaffold, the high judge cleared his throat. “Silence!” “It simply doesn’t follow,” Etana said, looking up at Rhori. He pressed his index finger to his mouth. “Shush. Lord Mahabmet is about to say something.” Etana dutifully shut her mouth. She was a Tidryn, after all. A menial. Shutting up was what menials did every time a noble-born, a priestess, or a proficient opened their mouth. Etana never understood why the likes of her were considered so vastly inferior to everyone else. It was said that menials had no Ra spark left in them. Not a drop of the ancient Original Race of Xereill. Their blood was thin, all imported, all human. Except, where was the proof of that? Not a single book in the Temple Library supported that belief. Menials, just like everyone else on Hente, were cut from the same Ra-human cloth. True, they had no Ra abilities, or “gifts.” Then again, no one on the entire planet did. But it was menials who’d been pushed to the bottom and told they belonged there. It bothered her. What bothered her even more was how pliantly other menials—including her family—accepted their fate. Mother and Father believed that the rigid makeup of Hente’s society was what kept things together, what had saved their civilization from falling apart in the wake of the Cataclysm. Rhori believed that, too. Everyone she knew did… Except for Lord Sebi. “Townsfolk of Iltaqa!” the high judge bellowed. “I’ve interrupted Areg Sebi’s punishment because I’ve just received a transmission from Governor Boggond!” He held up a small device in his hand that Etana had never seen before. Her breath hitched. Could it be…? Could it be that the governor’s transmission exonerated Lord Sebi of the terrible accusations that sleazy Chief Ultek had mounted against him? She tightened her grip on her ouroboros pendant, her body tensing as if her own fate hung in the balance. “Governor Boggond, who couldn’t be present due to matters of state,” Judge Mahabmet said, “is asking me to recap Areg Sebi’s charges so that all of you present understand their gravity.” Etana’s heart sank. The high judge pointed at Lord Sebi. “The man in front of you is not who you thought he was. He is no hero. He’s a traitor. He had colluded with Teteum at the end of the war in a conspiracy to discredit Eia’s legitimate government and Lord Boggond himself.” “Prove it!” someone shouted from the middle of the crowd. “Did he confess?” a second voice joined in. Chief Ultek jumped up from his seat in the box and shouted to his men, “Find those whoresons! Bring them to me!” “There’s no need, Chief Ultek,” Judge Mahabmet said, gesturing to the cops to stay put. “Those are legitimate questions.” The crowd grew quiet. The high judge forced a smile. “I don’t blame those young men. They only voiced what many in Eia are thinking.” The silence grew laden. Judge Mahabmet firmed his jaw. “I am not going to lie to you. We don’t have a confession.” An “ah” tore through the crowd. “But we don’t need one.” Judge Mahabmet pointed to Ultek. “Chief Ultek’s investigation has uncovered evidence which proves Areg Sebi’s guilt beyond doubt. We will present it to the citizens of Eia shortly, as soon as it is properly cataloged and recorded.” Rhori gave Etana a disconcerted look as if he didn’t know what to think after that revelation. She crossed her arms. No, honestly. Her deferential brother was prepared to believe empty words just because a high-ranking lord had uttered them. Um… all right, a lord who happened to be a respected judge. And not just any judge, but the high judge of the Realm himself, a paragon of fairness and wisdom. But then why did she, a laundry maid, doubt his words? Oh, she knew why. Because of the other words spoken by Lord Sebi a few weeks ago in her employer’s house. Those words had given her wings. “Remember Lord Sebi’s talk at the Gokk House?” she whispered to Rhori. He nodded. “The wonders he described, the possibilities…” “The amazing level-two tech,” Rhori said, his expression dreamy. “Remember how harshly he spoke of the caretaker governor?” Rhori knitted his brows. “What are you saying? You can’t possibly—” “Resume the flogging!” Judge Mahabmet cried without taking his eyes off the crowd. The flogger struck with renewed ferocity. Once, twice, three times… Red stripes erupted on either side of Areg Sebi’s spine, blood oozing down their length. His face became a grimace of pain as he groaned, but kept his jaws pressed together. On the next stroke, his body surged and then fell limp, his head lolling. Etana turned to her brother. “This is so wrong! I can’t just stand here and watch.” “What can we do, Etti?” Rhori whispered softly. “What can anyone do to help the poor soul?” She surveyed the scaffold. Dozens of heavily armed cops stood all around it. Rhori was right. There was nothing anyone—even the strongest and most agile of men—could do to help Areg Sebi. Nothing at all. Then why that feeling that she should do something? That she must do something? Because she could. She screwed up her eyes. It was ridiculous. Fancying herself a rich-blood endowed with a gift she could harness to rescue Lord Sebi was a folly. For starters, no gift she could conceive of would overpower the town’s entire police force. Besides, she had no gift. No one on Hente had them anymore. After the Cataclysm, the air of the planet changed, and the radiation emanating from it suppressed all the existing gifts in the survivors. No rich-bloods were ever recorded since then, not even among noble-borns, with ostensibly more Ra blood than the others. The loss of gifts was how Divine Aheya had punished Hente for its arrogance. Everyone knew that. As did Etana. And that whirlwind she’d felt earlier? It had been just a panic attack. Or, worse—a figment of her imagination, a childish fantasy that she was special. Like the Gokks’ youngest, Benty, who would cover his eyes with his plump little hands and declare he was invisible. The grown-ups and his older siblings would humor him. “Where is Benty?” they’d ask. “He’s gone. I can’t see him. Where did he disappear to?” The boy would squeal and clap his hands in delight before opening his eyes. “Bam! I’m back!” That kind of delusion of power could be forgiven in a young child, even encouraged to an extent. But it was unpardonable in someone like her. The flogger’s final blow shook Lord Sebi’s dangling body without drawing so much as a twitch from it. He was unconscious. The high judge stepped forward once again. “We are done for today. Areg Sebi will receive fifty more lashes here in Town Hall Square in exactly one week, next Firstday, the twenty-sixth of Mid-Summer, Xer-year 701 of the New Ra-human Era.” The crowd rumbled, appalled. “The man needs to recover!” someone shouted. “You can’t do that!” Etana heard herself yell. Several heads turned toward her, and Rhori gave her a round-eyed look. “Oh, but we can and, given the gravity of his crime, we certainly will,” Judge Mahabmet said. “Unless he confesses between now and next Firstday.” He wouldn’t. Etana was sure of it. “But, confession or no,” the judge added, raising his voice, “my colleagues and I will return with a verdict on Areg Sebi by then. It will be announced here, next Firstday.” “What do you think it would be?” Etana whispered to Rhori. “For high treason?” He gave her an apologetic look as if to say, you know what. “Death,” she said on an exhale. “They never move this fast.” Rhori knitted his brows. “Even court-martials during the war didn’t move this fast.” Etana hardly heard him. Her mind was on fire, scrambling for options, for something, for anything she could do for Areg Sebi. Perhaps… She clenched her jaws, determined. Tonight, as soon as she finished work at the Gokk House, she’d go to the temple. She’d beg the vestals to let her spend the night, and every night between now and the twenty-sixth, in their library. She’d read every code and custom book, every law, every compilation of decrees and edicts they had in there. Since rescuing Lord Sebi through an imaginary gift was a nonstarter, perhaps there was a doable way to ease his suffering. Maybe she’d find a law which forbade convicting a citizen of Eia, no matter his crime, without a proper trial and without a chance to defend himself. Failing that, she might uncover a ruling which prohibited giving anyone—even a convicted traitor—more lashes than the Ra-human body could endure. Or maybe something else, completely unexpected. If there was anything at all that could help Lord Areg Sebi, even in a tiny way, she’d find it. She had to.
About Alix Nichols:Alix Nichols is an unapologetic caffeine addict and a longtime fan of Mr. Darcy, especially in his Colin Firth incarnation. She is a USA Today bestselling (April and June 2017) and Kindle Scout winning (December 2015) author of sexy romance novels that readers describe as yummylicious. According to Romantic Times, her books "will keep you hanging off the edge of your seat”. Kirkus Reviews claims they “deliver pure pleasure”. At the age of six, Alix released her first romance. It featured highly creative spelling on a dozen pages stitched together and bound in velvet paper. Decades later, she still writes. Her spelling has improved (somewhat), and her books have topped the Amazon charts around the world. She lives in France with her family and their almost-human dog.
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Title: Breech's Fall
Series: Devils Wind MC
Author: D.D. Galvani
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: March 21, 2018
“I would totally recommend this book (and series!) to anyone who loves MC romances, bad boys that are really big teddy bears, and strong leading ladies!” ~ Amazon Review “D.D. Galvani once again delivers a book that had me completely hooked and unable to put it down.” ~ Amazon Review
From the moment Jiji steps foot inside the Devil's Wind clubhouse, Breech can't get her out of his head. She's beautiful, smart and sassy-all things that drive Breech's need to its breaking point. But she's not for him. She's his best friend Fighter's little sister. He can't hit it and quit it with Jiji, like he does the others. Either he's all in or Fighter will have his balls.
Jiji knows exactly what kind of man Breech is and no matter what kind of fire he sets off in her lady parts, she has no intentions of getting mixed up with him and becoming another one, of the many women, he leaves in his wake. She has goals she's working towards and the world of bikers doesn't fit in with what she has planned.
But when trouble comes knocking and Jiji finds herself in a terrifying situation, it's Breech and the Devil's Wind that must step in to save her. She just hopes they make it in time.
D.D. Galvani was born and raised on Long Island, New York. She moved to Florida in 2002 and lives there today with her husband of 37 years. She has two children and one beloved grand daughter whom she spoils as much as she can. She is an avid reader and crafter and decided to put those two loves together and Swag by NaNa was born. After working around author’s for a few years, she asked a couple to look at a story she had written and was blown away that they liked it. They pushed her to finish it and her first novel Fighter’s Claim, an MC romance came to be. She writes strong alpha males and sassy intelligent women. Welcome to her world!
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GIVEAWAY! First, hate. Then, want. But in the end? Heartbreak. My celebrity life was supposed to be easy, and this movie was the biggest break of my career. But from the moment Officer Levi Fox gave me a speeding ticket on my way into town, he’s been nothing but a thorn in my side. Dominant. Cocky. Callous. Midnight blue eyes, a bad attitude, and muscles for days, he’s exactly the kind of man I should avoid. But as the Cold, Montana Police Department’s official movie liaison, he’s taken up a permanent place in my life that I can’t shake. We fight. A lot. Then, we kiss—and my carefully crafted hate toward him no longer feels so much like hate. I’m falling falling falling. But how often do alpha-jerks cushion the landing? Note: Levi and Ivy’s story will continue in Book Two--Cold. Amazon US: http://bit.ly/Stone_aa Amazon UK: http://bit.ly/Stone_auk Amazon AU: http://bit.ly/Stone_aau Amazon CA: http://bit.ly/Stone_aca iBooks: http://bit.ly/Stone_iBooks Kobo: http://bit.ly/Stone_Kobo Nook: http://bit.ly/Stone_Nook GooglePlay: http://bit.ly/Stone_GP STONE COLD FOX TRILOGY SPOTIFY PLAYLIST: https://goo.gl/tcha9q Also, the other 2 books in the series are already up for preorder. o COLD (Book #2): Release date April 22nd, 2018 o FOX (Book #3): Release date May 20th, 2018 About the Author A secret duo of romance authors team up under the pseudonym Max Monroe to bring you a sexy, laugh-out-loud new series…& more. ;)
New writing partners and long time friends, Max and Monroe strive to live and write all the fun, sexy swoon so often missing from their Facebook newsfeed. Sarcastic by nature, their two writing souls feel like they’ve found their other half. Stay tuned for the future—this is where the fun begins. AUTHOR LINKS: Website: https://www.authormaxmonroe.com/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/authormaxmonroe/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/authormaxmonroe Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/authormaxmonroe/
Picture Perfect Lie by Marquita Valentine Publication Date: March 25th, 2018 Genre: Contemporary Romance All Campbell Faircloth wanted was a safe place to call home. All Knight King wanted was to leave his hometown behind. I never expected to end up in Castle Beach, surrounded by a family who believes that I’m not only their brother’s wife, but the mother of his infant daughter. I can’t tell them the truth—Knight and I met only three days earlier, during a layover in Atlanta. He was headed out to fight in a war that hardly anyone talked about anymore, and I was headed back home to a family who pretended that I didn’t exist. He helped me with my baby. He kept us safe while we slept. We shared lunch and dinner… and I spilled all my secrets to him. Then he gave me an address, along with an offer I couldn’t refuse. * Six months later he’s back to bury his brother, and my lie is about to be exposed. Only Knight doesn’t say a word. He goes along with the charade, and each day we spend together, pretending to be husband and wife, it’s getting harder and harder not to believe in our lie. Could our picture perfect lie turn into a picture perfect forever? Read Today! Amazon US: http://amzn.to/2HQnXEt Amazon UK: https://amzn.to/2G9poNT Amazon CA: https://amzn.to/2pCZwDP iBooks: https://apple.co/2DqEDja Nook: http://bit.ly/2I1DLnX Kobo: http://bit.ly/2IMBC0o About the Author: Marquita Valentine is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author of the Holland Springs and Boys of the South series. Since first taking the plunge in July of 2012 to self publish, Marquita Valentine has appeared on the Top 100 Bestselling Ebooks Lists on iBooks, Amazon Kindle, and Barnes&Noble. She's been called "one of the best new voices in romance" (Guilty Pleasures Book Reviews) and her books have been accused of being "a sexy, fun, and slightly addicting contemporary read" (The Book Queen). When she's not writing sexy heroes who adore their sassy heroines, she enjoys shopping, reading, and spending time with her family and friends. Married to her high school sweetheart, Marquita lives in a seriously small town in the south with her husband, two kids, and a dog. Connect with the Author: Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorMarquitaValentine/ GoodReads: https://goo.gl/n84vKD Twitter: https://twitter.com/marquitaval Website: http://www.marquitavalentine.com Amazon: http://amzn.to/2k1AUDl Newsletter: https://goo.gl/ACLMkk From New York Times bestselling author Lori Foster, comes FAST BURN —the fourth standalone novel in her Body Armor Series!
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For the woman who’s his perfect match, he’s willing to break the rules…
The moment Brand Berry meets beautiful, driven Sahara Silver, the connection between them is electric. It’s also something he can’t pursue. Sahara wants him, sure—to join Body Armor, where his MMA skills, size, and cocky attitude make him perfect for her elite crew of bodyguards. For Sahara, the agency always comes first, and Brand needs more. Yet when she’s kidnapped by men searching for her missing brother, he doesn’t hesitate.
Somewhere along the way, flirting with Brand for the sake of business turned very personal. Despite his refusal to join Body Armor, it’s Brand who steps up when she needs him most. Now there’s no more time for games, and no point denying the hunger they both feel. They’ll escape together or not at all. But if they survive, can Sahara finally surrender control to claim this blazing passion?
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“Sahara?” Brand prompted.
She wished she hadn’t worn her hair in her usual classic updo. With her nape exposed, the heat of his breath sent swirling sensations to riot in her belly. Brazening her way through the awkward moment, she flapped a hand and admitted, “I might have been a little nosy.” “And a little opinionated?” “Maybe just a smidge.” His closeness made her edgy, so she again moved away, very casually in hopes that he wouldn’t know he had her on the run. “After that job, I was a lobby receptionist.” “Fired from the elevator job, or was it a promotion?” Damn him, did he really have such a low opinion of her? Maybe he didn’t like her. That was something she’d never considered. She got along great with the other bodyguards who were all friends with Brand. Or…did they feel the same way, too? Did they humor her in person while resenting her the rest of the time? Disliking that possibility, she paused near her desk and, doing her best to keep the frown off her face, said, “A lateral move, actually.” “Uh-huh. Did Scott tell you that?” Scott had told her to quit harassing the clients—but she didn’t feel like sharing that part. Although, seeing Brand’s expression, she’d bet he already assumed as much. He seemed to know her too well. Better than anyone else, in fact. “Scott told me he wanted me to experience every facet of the business.” “But you were never a bodyguard.” She took pleasure in saying, “Yes, I was.” Now Brand frowned, and she loved how intimidating he looked. He’d make an ideal bodyguard if only he’d realize it. “Bullshit.” She tsked at the crude language, her idea of a reprimand. “Scott taught me to shoot. I’m actually pretty good at it.” “I’ve never seen you practice.” “Here, with my employees? Of course not.” She had to maintain some mystique. “Scott owned his own range elsewhere and now it’s mine.” “Where?” She smiled. “It’s private.” He countered with “Protecting a client isn’t always about shooting.” “No, it’s mostly about intelligent decisions, good planning and quick thinking.” She let her gaze dip over him. “It’s one reason I thought you would do so well at the job.” “Me, yes. But you?” His long strong fingers circled her upper arm. “You’re brilliant, Sahara, so no problem there.” The assurance that he didn’t consider her stupid would have been nice, except that the moment he’d touched her, her thinking faltered. So did her breathing. And her heartbeat. And don’t miss the first standalone novels in the Body Armor Series!
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