I didn’t know her name, but I heard her laugh, tasted her lips, felt her warm skin as I held her in my arms. Together we watched our young children playing in the sand, the warm ocean lapping the shore behind them as the setting sun painted the sky. She was my soulmate and this was our life, our beautiful forever …
Then I woke up—alone in a hospital room, connected to wires and machines.
There was no wife. No kids. Not a single soul waiting for me. That life I dreamt of … never existed.
I’d been in a devastating wreck, a nurse told me when she rushed in. Comatose for weeks. I’d have a long road to recovery, but I was going to make it.
From that moment on, the dream haunted me. I saw that woman’s face every time I closed my eyes, searched for her in every crowd, ached to be with a stranger I felt I’d known my entire life … and I swore that if I ever found her, I’d do anything to make her mine.
Anything.
Then I found her.
And it was both the best and worst day of my life because the woman of my dreams … was about to marry my best friend.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: No cheating, no love triangles. That’s all I’m going to say … ;-)
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"You can always count on Erin Nicholas for fun, sexy contemporary romance."―Melissa Foster, New York Times bestselling author Sugarcoated, an all-new sexy and laugh-out-loud standalone romance from New York Times bestselling author Erin Nicholas, is out now! She's his best friend's little sister. He's known her all his life. He's practically part of the family. There is nothing either of them could do to surprise the other at this point. Then she showed up in his bedroom in lingerie and asked him to take her V-card. Now, that was a surprise. Aiden is pretty sure Zoe was equally surprised when he told her no. To say that he didn't handle it well would be a massive understatement. Almost as massive as the amount of work he's going to have to do now to convince her that he wants her. Forever. Right after he tells her that he's bought the company that's her bakery’s biggest competitor. Maybe if he tells her he’s in love with her first, that will help sugarcoat the whole we're-rivals-in-business-now thing. So, first "I'm in love with you", then "take off your clothes", then "I'm now your business adversary". Piece of cake. Download your copy today!
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Excerpt: “What?” she asked, her eyes wide and blinking. “You thought I’d just be waiting around for you to come back?” “Yes!” It was the wrong answer, he knew, even as he said it. But it was true. “You are so full of yourself!” She frowned. “You actually thought I’d be waiting around, pining for you, didn’t you?” Maybe not crying herself to sleep every night, but thinking about him? Yeah. Fuck. He hadn’t been able to get her out of his mind for more than a few hours at a time. “It’s only been five months,” he said. “Is it really crazy for me to think that you didn’t get your virginity ‘taken care of’ yet?” “Exactly! It’s been five months!” she said. “You went twenty-five years without sex, and you couldn’t go five more months?” “Well, it’s not like you gave me an IOU!” she shot back. “I had no idea when you were coming back, and I assumed your answer would have still been no. So yeah, I moved on, Aiden.” “Who was it?” he asked, noting his tone was suddenly a little ominous. “I’m not telling you that.” She looked at him like he was insane. “Tell me, Zoe.” “No.” “I’ll find out. This is Appleby. I’ll probably know by the end of tonight.” “You won’t.” She lifted her chin. “I can promise you that.” “Bet I do.” “Why do you really even care? Now you don’t have to do it.” “Because you’re mine.” Yeah, shit. See, he’d known that was the wrong answer to give. Guys didn’t go around claiming women like they were property or possessions. He knew that. He’d never had that urge before. This woman was strong and independent and confident and certainly didn’t need him for anything. But the idea of another man touching her, seeing her naked, making her feel the ultimate pleasure, made his blood boil. She stood, just staring at him. Then she picked up a cake ball. And threw it at him. It hit him square in the red tie and bounced back onto the table. “You’re a jerk.” Yeah, maybe he was. A nice guy would probably just take all her explanations and excuses about why they shouldn’t be together and admit his idea was crazy. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t wipe away the sticky crumbs the cake ball left on his tie. He picked up the ball and rounded the worktable. Her eyes widened, and she backed up as he came closer. He kept going. Until her back was against the front of the fridge. He didn’t say a word as he stopped right in front of her, lifted his hand to cup her face, and leaned in. Aiden ignored her hands on his chest. She wasn’t pushing. She wasn’t pulling him closer either, but she wasn’t trying to get away. She wasn’t lifting her knee to his balls. She wasn’t saying no. He stared into her eyes for a long moment. She could stop this. He knew she knew that. She didn’t. So he kissed her. About Erin Nicholas
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Erin Nicholas has been writing romances almost as long as she’s been reading them. To date, she’s written over thirty sexy, contemporary novels that have been described as “toe-curling,” “enchanting,” “steamy,” and “fun.” She adores reluctant heroes, imperfect heroines, and happily ever afters. Erin lives in the Midwest, where she enjoys spending time with her husband (who only wants to read the sex scenes in her books), her kids (who will never read the sex scenes in her books), and her family and friends (who claim to be “shocked” by the sex scenes in her books). Connect with Erin Website: http://bit.ly/2NkB2uF
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Caitlin
I’ve been kept in a gilded cage.
Hidden from the world of men.
I was naïve.
I was innocent.
Until him.
Until the night the King of the criminal underworld took me as his own.
Keenan
I’m heir to the throne.
The King of the underworld.
When the livelihood of my men is at stake, I take no prisoners…
Until her.
No one will touch her.
No one will look at her.
My virgin captive.
My wife.
“It’s big enough,” I say with a shrug. To my surprise, he spins me around and pulls me to his chest, burying his face in my hair and breathing in deeply. He does this sometimes, as if breathing me in cleanses, or somehow gives him strength. I don’t know how. I don’t know why. But I easily meld to his embrace and lay my head on his chest. He doesn’t speak at first, just holding me. I hold him back, wrapping my arms around his sturdy body and allowing him to breathe me in. “I’ve missed you,” I whisper truthfully. He nods. “Thank you for that. You’ve no idea what it’s like to come home to you. You breathe life back into me when the day’s drained it from my very limbs.” I look up at him, at the bright intensity of his eyes, and rest my hand against the stubble on his cheek. “That might be the most beautiful thing anyone’s ever said to me.” He smiles at that, his eyes crinkling at the edges and the corners of his beautiful mouth quirking up. “I can do better than that,” he says. “I’ve a question for you, Caitlin. Something that’s been pressing on me since that day I found you in the garden.” I hold his eyes, preparing myself for whatever it may be. In this short span of time, I’ve grown to love the honesty between us, the unquenchable flame that flares to life when we draw near to one another. I feel it now, the pull in my gut that consumes me when he’s near. “Alright, then,” I say simply. “Have at it. But I’ll have you answer a question for me as well.” “That isn’t how we play this game,” he says, but his eyes are twinkling for a moment before he sobers. “My question, lass. If you knew that your safety and the safety of others was contingent on your being my wife, would you do it?” I’m so astounded at the monumental question; I stare at him in stunned silence. Marry this beautiful, brutal, vicious man? “Would I… would I have a choice?” I ask. Though he’s tender with me, I’m still his prisoner, and I can’t forget that. I watch his eyes grow cloudy for a moment, and a muscle ticks in his jaw before he responds. “No.” “Well, then, why ask? You have your answer,” I say, my heart sinking at his response. “But it wouldn’t be for love,” I say stoutly. I try to pull away, but he won’t allow it, his grip on me tightening. He pulls me closer to him, so that my body is flush against his, and I can see the little flecks of gold in the intensity of his eyes. I’m reminded immediately of how strong he is, how easily he could hurt me. “It never is,” he says tightly. “Never.” “Is that right? You’re the expert on this?” I throw back at him, unable to stop myself. “A naïve, innocent virgin like you is?” he says. The barb stings more than it should, more than I like to admit. “You watch that smart mouth of yours.” “Let me go,” I say, suddenly angry. “I don’t want to—” but he silences me when his mouth slams down on mine. It’s the first time he’s kissed me in days, and I’m instantly swooning. I hate that I am. I try to fight against it, to tell myself not to let him sway me, but when I feel the soft, insistent, brutal clash of his lips on mine, my body revolts against my mind and begins the slow surrender. Tears of anger and hurt blur my vision. I try to push him away, try to resist the enigmatic pull of his body to mine, but it’s impossible. He’s got an impenetrable grip on me I can’t break, and no matter how hard I push against him, it’s no use. “Mmmph,” I say, trying to pull away, but he only holds me tighter and backpedals until my legs hit the bed and we fall in a heap. Holding himself on one arm, he braces himself above me with the other, effectively caging me in. He pulls his mouth off mine long enough to glare at me, his face all lines and angles, the brutally, savagely beautiful face of a fallen angel. I know he could rape me. He could force himself on me or break my bones with one casual swipe of his massive hand. It’d be laughably easy for him to overpower me, with those muscles and strength and the biological advantage of being a man. But that doesn’t mean I have to cave to him, give into his every whim like I’m some spineless woman. I’ve submitted to him. I’ve trusted him. Against all logic and reason, I’ve even fallen for him. But marriage? He won’t get that so easily from me. He holds my jaw in his huge hand, as if to keep my gaze from straying. Well, that’s simple enough. I close my eyes. “Caitlin,” he warns. I turn my head to the side. “Open those eyes and look at me, or I’ll take you straight across my knee.”
USA Today bestselling author Jane Henry pens stern but loving alpha heroes, feisty heroines, and emotion-driven happily-ever-afters. She writes what she loves to read: kink with a tender touch. Jane is a hopeless romantic who lives on the East Coast with a houseful of children and her very own Prince Charming.
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Title: Down to Fall
Series: Love Happens #5
Author: Jodi Watters
Genre: Steamy Contemporary Romance
Release Date: March 20, 2020
Blurb
A lust story. Only meant to be temporary.
A love story. Always meant to be permanent.
A hate story. Never meant to be.
This... is all three.
Nicole
It started in an elevator in California. Our lust story.
You know, the kind you know going in is a bad idea, but... the nagging desire and all. A few drinks in the hotel bar across from our workplace. A few nights in a luxury suite twenty floors above. What could it hurt?
Innocent fun would be had by all, and Iâd walk away a well-satisfied woman. Ready to continue my life of brokenhearted loneliness.
Grady
It started on a ridge in Afghanistan. Our love story.
You know, the kind you felt in your soul at first sight, but... the tragic circumstances and all. Intentionally casual conversation over Irish whiskey. Intentionally casual sex over the course of two weeks. How could I refuse?
Guilt-ridden bonds would be built, and Iâd confess my darkest sin. Beg for forgiveness five years overdue and clean my conscience along with it.
It started with the cold hard truth. Our hate story.
You know, the kind that could end a surprisingly beautiful beginning.
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Excerpt
Ten minutes after he agreed, Nicole found herself standing inside a deluxe suite at the Hyatt, their tryst beginning in the lap of luxury.
It would end here too, but only after sheâd had her fill of him and/or thirteen days had passed, whichever came first. Based on the way that gray t-shirt stretched across his broad shoulders, and if there were tattoos and tan lines under it, sheâd run out of time before she ran out of desire.
Backing her up against the hotel room door, Grady leaned in but didnât touch her, only locking the deadbolt and flipping the security bar, the sound loud in the hushed darkness of the room.
âYou sure about this?â His masculinity surrounded her, warm and wicked. His height dwarfed her, tall and tantalizing.
âYes,â she whispered. âAre you?â
âNo,â he choked out, his voice gravelly. âNo, Iâm not sure. But thereâs nowhere else Iâd rather be.â
Theyâd never been this close before, but if sheâd known his strength was so powerful, his scent so heady, his size so commanding, sheâd have cornered him weeks ago. Probably humped his camo-panted leg like a dog in heat.
Well, heâd better be ready. She was about to be unleashed. Which was to say, heâd be on the receiving end of her largely limitedâand significantly rustyâsexual repertoire.
Comparing herself to the animalistic dynamo that was a female canine in heat was her ego talking. Oh, she could get the job done, no doubt about it, but Grady might not be so impressed heâd hire her again, if you caught her drift.
Thirteen days might turn into a one-and-done situation.
But luckily, sheâd made that quick drugstore run during her lunch break yesterday, so she was fully prepared. Condoms, a Lady Bic razor and shaving gel, and a king-sized Kit Kat bar completed her purchase. The condoms were a necessityâsafety first, âcause thatâs how ole Nicole rolled. The razor because, between the two of them, he should be the only one with stubble. The chocolate was simply because she hadnât had sex in a longer timespan than your average bad-credit car loan, and that fact would make any girl self-medicate.
Thankfully sheâd had the foresight to buy a half dozen candy bars and wasnât ashamed to admit sheâd powered one down just prior to stalking him via the elevator tonight.
Chocolate might give her cellulite, but it also gave her courage. Courage she desperately needed, because right about now, she was feeling like a born-again virgin.
Unsure. Unsteady. And unprepared for the sight he was about to bestow upon her.
Bare, muscled skin.
Their suite was several stories high, the only glow in the room from the small lamp on the nightstand and that of a thousand twinkling lights from the surrounding downtown buildings. The panoramic floor to ceiling windows offered an amazing view, day or night, and though the drapes were drawn open to the outside world, they were cocooned inside by the soft radiance of a single bulb.
The only people on earth.
Moving deeper into the room, his eyes barely left hers as he tugged his t-shirt off, lazily dropping it to the floor.
My god.
There were tattoos. Plural. And in nearly the exact location of her fantasies.
The letter F was inked over his left pec muscle, a single initial monogrammed in an Old English decorative script. F for Foster. Underneath that same glorious pec muscle was a short verse, in a cleaner, simpler font, that wrapped horizontally around his torso toward his back.
It was too dark in the room for her to read the words, but that task was now on the tippy top of her To-Do list.
What she could read was the larger quote tattooed along the right side of his collar bone. De oppresso liber. To liberate the oppressed. The motto of the United States Army Special Forces.
Donât ask her how she knew that. It wasnât a fun tale to tell.
âWhatâs going through that pretty head of yours?â
Swallowing, she regained the use of language. âThat I wanna lick your tattoos.â
A smartass grin graced his beautifully sculpted mouth. âDamn. Shouldâve tattooed my dick.â
The button on his pants popped, the slide of his zipper letting loose a hoard of butterflies in her stomach when he opened the placket. Dark shadows hid his best asset, his intention only to relieve the pressure, not release the beast.
He neednât worry. She wanted to lick that too.
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My love for steamy romance began when I was in junior high. A friend and I noticed a dumpster of discarded paperbacks behind our local dime store. Covers missing and each book split down the spine, I scanned the pages for any love or lust wordsâand curse words, too. From that point on, I scoured the public library and the paperback racks at every store, reading anything labeled romance. I said a tearfully grateful goodbye to Judy Bloom, and Jackie Collins began ruling my world.
I live with my high school sweetheart husband in the desert Southwest. Awesome in the winter, not so much in the summer.
My life long goals are to think before I speak, smile more and swear less, and actually weigh what my driver's license states I do.
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Title: Ruling the PrincessAuthor: Christi BarthGenre: Contemporary RomanceAbout Ruling The Princess:I’m thrilled that my first trip back to my homeland, after years in exile, is for an assignment from the prime minister. Even better, the job's to put Princess Genevieve in her place...by cutting off her cash flow. Spoiled royals—even drop-dead gorgeous ones—don't do anything to deserve their wealth and status. Hell, they don't do anything. She's fighting me tooth and nail, of course. The only way to stop her arguing is, well, to kiss her. And I can't seem to stay away from her. Now I see a whole different side to the princess—and not just because I've gotten her clothes off. But I was put on this assignment for a reason… Those outside the castle want to see the Princess discredited and push their own agenda, and I may have just given them all the ammunition they need. Each book in the Unexpectedly Royal series is STANDALONE:
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Genevieve licked her lips, self-conscious. Because now that his gaze had swung back to her, it was fixed on her mouth. “Again, I’m very sorry.”
Theo lowered his head until his lips were lined up a hair’s breadth away from hers. “Prove it.” Oh, a challenge? Okay. He’d accepted her apology. But she’d bet that he still had a lot of pent-up adrenaline in his system that needed to be burned off, since their fight had fizzled so quickly. So she’d give him what he needed. She’d give him everything. Genevieve hiked up her tight skirt. The she jumped up, hoping he’d catch her as she wrapped her arms over his shoulders. Great instincts—sexy instincts—had his hands on her butt instantly. Whew. Her legs scissored around his hips. And for a man who’d been grumpy a nanosecond ago, that was an astoundingly impressive insta-erection pressed against her core. Using her teeth, she scraped a line down the edge of his ear, tugging on his lobe. Genevieve nibbled her way across his lower jaw slowly. Teasingly. Stretching out what she knew he craved. Then she locked onto Theo’s mouth. She attacked it. She kissed him fiercely, thrusting her tongue in and out, fighting with his in an effort to take control. Because after the first touch of their lips, he’d pressed her tight against the wall. And immediately tried to take over the kiss. Well, good. That gave them something to fight about. Genevieve scrabbled to loosen his tie. She yanked at the knot until the loop widened enough to drag it over his head. “Stop it. Stop doing things. Just kiss me,” he ordered. “I think not. I want to touch you.” “All you had to do was say the word.” Theo slanted his mouth across hers again. He swung around, took a few steps, then deposited her on the red velvet chaise lounge. “But I expect tit for tat.” A half laugh, half groan burbled in her throat. “I respect a man who can pun while stripping.” “Princess, you have no idea the number of things I can do while stripping.”
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I never dreamed I’d meet my celebrity crush while stealing every single pair of my best friend’s pants.
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I never dreamed I’d meet my celebrity crush while stealing every single pair of my best friend’s pants. Trust me, my life is not that wild. In fact, the most excitement I usually get is running my fan-favorite Insta thirst account featuring butt-tastic pics of Hollywood superhero Carter Hayes. So, imagine my shock when, in the middle of the cruise ship hallway, I realize the guy whose shirt I'm stuffing slacks inside of is Carter disguised as a tourist. How I manage not to faint dead away, I've got no clue. When word leaks that Carter might be on board, he asks me to help him maintain his cover. There’s no way I’m gonna say no to that. I just don't share that I’m the anonymous woman behind the fan account that reported sighting him onboard. No biggie. Right? However, when things between us go from friendly to hot to OMG-I-can’t-keep-my-clothes-on-around-him, all I can do is hope he never discovers my secret. You see, somewhere along the way, Carter went from an untouchable movie star to the man I’m falling for. Download your copy today!
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Excerpt: This was beyond a doubt the weirdest experience Carter Hayes had ever had and he'd once spent six hours on a green screen sound stage wearing a CGI suit and pretending to fight a one-eyed zombie giant with poisonous farts.When he'd turned the corner and found the cute blonde giggling to herself as she pulled one pair of pants after another out of a suitcase, he thought she might be a little touched, as his grandmother used to say. When she held one pair up in the air and declared she was freeing Grace's sexy thighs, he figured she was drunk already. And just when he thought it couldn't get more bizarre, she managed to pull him in as an accessory to pants theft and now she wanted him to shove four pairs of pants down his shirt? This was a mistake. It would only draw attention to himself when he was supposed to be observing others, not be observed. The last thing he needed was for anyone to realize that he wasn't mild mannered dental laboratory technician Carter Van Stettle from Iowa. This cruise was his opportunity to prove to indie-darling director Kennedy Howard that he could disappear into a part, that movie goers could look up at the big screen and see him as anyone other than The Admiral. He was all ready to return the pants to their rightful owner and be on his way. It was the smart thing to do. Then, the thief beside him said please and, well, one could only play the most debonair superhero to ever top the box office for so long before some of the character stuck to them. He stuffed the stupid pants up his shirt and tucked the hem of it into his shorts to keep them from falling out. The special effects team on his last movie would have laughed their asses off, but the pants' paunch effect was actually pretty good. About Avery Flynn USA Today bestselling romance author Avery Flynn has three slightly-wild children, loves a hockey-addicted husband and is desperately hoping someone invents the coffee IV drip. She fell in love with romance while reading Johanna Lindsey’s Mallory books. It wasn’t long before Avery had read through all the romance offerings at her local library. Needing a romance fix, she turned to Harlequin’s four books a month home delivery service to ease the withdrawal symptoms. That worked for a short time, but it wasn’t long before the local book stores’ staff knew her by name. Avery was a reader before she was a writer and hopes to always be both. She loves to write about smartass alpha heroes who are as good with a quip as they are with their *ahem* other God-given talents. Her heroines are feisty, fierce and fantastic. Brainy and brave, these ladies know how to stand on their own two feet and knock the bad guys off theirs.
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The Model by Harlow Layne is LIVE! This is a hot and sexy reverse age gap (younger man/older woman ;) office romance that will steam up your Kindle! #OneClick today! BLURBThe moment I heard Ryder’s voice I was a goner. As a photographer, I was used to working with beautiful people, but Ryder Williams was the most perfect male specimen that had ever stood before me. I knew without a doubt it would take no time at all for him to be the next big thing... or for him to steal my heart. Model and photographer, we shouldn’t cross that line, but there was no stopping the passion we felt. Nothing else mattered. Not the age difference. Not that he was a client. Not even our pasts. After my assistant caught us together, he was gone. I tried to put him out of my head, until fate threw him back into my life and my bed. Time and time again we’re brought together, should I keep fighting or finally accept what my heart wants?
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Title: Broken Lies
Series: The Regretful Lies Duet #1
Author: Gina Azzi
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: March 23, 2020
Blurb
The most dangerous lies are the ones we tell ourselves.
Zoe Clark doesnât stand a chance.
As Hollywoodâs favorite piece of man-candy, Iâve screwed hotter and blown off sexier.
But listening to my new personal trainer shout commands while on location in the Seychelles is its own kind of sweet torture.
Because her wicked curves, smart mouth, and violet-streaked hair captivate me more than they piss me off.
She makes me feel again when Iâm desperate to remain numb.
Trusting her is a mistake, confiding in her is my downfall.
Because all her pretty words are lies laced with deceit.
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The only person I can focus on is Eli Holt.
Hollywood.
And the incredible shade of his eyes.
The hard line of his jaw.
The slightest shadow of stubble grazing the planes of his face.
âYou ready for this, Zoe?â He breathes it out, the sound of my name on his lips doing things, delicious things, to my insides.
And in this moment, I know, just know everything is about to change.
Iâm going to take this job offer.
Iâm going to fly to wherever Hollywood is filming.
And Iâm going to lose a piece of myself to Eli Holt.
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Author Bio
Gina Azzi writes emotional and captivating contemporary romance novels with heart-warming happily-ever-afters. She is the author of The Regretful Lies Duet, The Kane Brothers Series, The College Pact Series, Finding Love in Scotland Series, and Corner of Ocean and Bay. All of her books can be read as stand-alones.
A Jersey girl at heart, Gina has spent her twenties traveling the world, living and working abroad, before settling down in Ontario, Canada with her husband and three children. She's a voracious reader, daydreamer, and coffee enthusiast who loves meeting new people. Say hey to her on social media or through www.ginaazzi.com.
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The Dragon of Sedona (The Treasure of Paragon), an all-new standalone emotionally charged dragon shifter romance by Genevieve Jack is NOW LIVE!
Exiled dragon prince Alexander never fully recovered from the murder of his
mate Maiara. Every day, every waking breath is a painful reminder of what he
lost three centuries ago, compounded by the constant presence of her immortal
red-tailed hawk that refuses to leave his side.
Light he’s afraid to remember. When three of his siblings arrive with news he may be in grave danger, he
secretly welcomes the possibility of a violent end to his torment. But as the
four reminisce about how they came to know Maiara in the New World, they begin
to see her life and death in a new light.
Magic that could change everything. For the first time, the source of Maiara’s indigenous healing power is revealed
and it rekindles a new but precarious hope. There may be a way for Alexander to
be with her again after all, but his second chance for a happily ever after is
risky at best, and at worst, could cost him the only thing he has left.
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Title: Dangerous Betrayals
An Armed & Dangerous/Circle of Justice Crossover Novel
Author: L.P. Dover
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: March 24, 2020
Blurb
From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author L.P. Dover comes the crossover fans having been waiting for! Beloved characters from her Armed & Dangerous and Circle of Justice novels come together in this tantalizing new series!
A stranger waiting in the dark.
A ritualistic attack.
A wrongful arrest.
After surviving an attempt on her life, Kennedy moved to Vermont in hopes of putting the nightmare behind her. The police assured her the assailant was behind bars. They were dead wrong. The truth revealed itself in a rash of grisly murders. Each victim bore a striking resemblance to Kennedy. Each killed in the same fashion as her attack.
Launching a full-fledged manhunt, the police called me in. My name is Reed Chandler, and Iâm an expert on tracking the behavior of the deranged. It doesnât take long for me to realize it all traces back to Kennedy. The killings are carving a path across the country, leading straight to her.
Determined to keep her safe, I refuse to leave her side. Am I getting too close? Losing myself in the alluring charms of the school teacher? I donât care. Iâll do whatever it takes to protect her. Let the killer come. The tables have turned, I know his plan.
What he doesnât know is that Iâm a trained killer... and now Iâm on the hunt.
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Her eyes blazed with anger. âWhy didnât John tell me this could be done?â
âBecause he doesnât know,â I answered. âNot many people do. We use special government technology. With only a handful of people knowing how to access the satellites. Even so, we canât figure out every single murder case. Thereâs just not enough time in the world. Itâs important we keep this knowledge contained otherwise it could be used against us.â
She scoffed. âSo what youâre saying is that in order to get the special treatment, I have to be someone high up? Like the president or someone with a butt ton of money?â Her hand shook and I could see the rage behind those hazel eyes of hers.
All in all, she was right, but I couldnât tell her that. But mostly it was because of the safety issues of this type of technology getting into the wrong hands. âThatâs not what Iâm saying, Kennedy,â I said, hoping to deflect her anger and not sounding like Iâm appeasing her. âIâm sorry this happened to you, but Iâm here to help. Even looking at the satellites doesnât guarantee weâll find the killer. It takes a lot of calculated guesses and thatâs where I come in. I go with my gut.â
She blew out a frustrated breath and her eyes softened. âIâm sorry. I wish you knew how hard this was for me.â I understood what she was going through as Iâd seen it time and time again. Being a victim, and trying hard not to be one is exhausting and I could see it was taking its toll on her.
I placed a hand over hers, and something about it felt right. âWeâre going to find that piece of shit, I promise. Once my package gets delivered today, Iâll set up the cameras around your property so we can keep an eye on everything while weâre gone. And as soon as we get to Wyoming, Iâll use every single resource I have to figure this all out.â
Standing up straighter, she lifted her chin and nodded. âGood. And I want to be right there to help you.â
She looked at me expectantly and I narrowed my gaze, wondering what she had on her mind. I already knew it was something she wanted to keep from John. Didnât know if that was a good or bad thing, but I had a feeling it was the latter. âYeah, about that. What do you want exactly?â I asked.
Her eyes darkened. âIâm not waiting for that psycho to hunt me down again. I want you to teach me how to kill. That way, the next time I see him, heâll be on the receiving end and not the other way around.â She looked down at the river, her body tense. âI want to look him in the eyes when I kill him. Youâre the only one who can help me get away with it.â
Yep, it was definitely the latter. I stared at her in disbelief, but also in complete awe. I could get into some serious trouble for helping her. Was it good to give in to revenge? No, but in her case, Iâd be the same way if someone killed my mother. She deserved to get her revenge and the killer deserved everything she could dish out and then some.
If it was anyone but Kennedy, I wouldnât do it. But for her, it would mean closure â I could see that now.
The decision was made.
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Author Bio
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author L. P. Dover is a southern belle living in North Carolina with her husband and two beautiful girls. Before she began her literary journey she worked in periodontics, enjoying the wonderment of dental surgeries.
She loves to write, but she also loves to play golf, go on mountain hikes, and has a passion for singing. Her youngest daughter, who sheâs also written a childrenâs book with, expects a concert each and every night before bedtime, usually Christmas carols.
Dover has written countless novels in several different genres, including a childrenâs book with her youngest daughter, but her favorite to write is romantic suspense. However, she has found a new passion in romantic comedy, especially involving sexy golfers. Who knew the sport could be so dirty and fun to write about.
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