Title: Uber Bossy
Series: Jobs From Hell #2
Author: Marika Ray
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Cover Design: Rachel Connolly
Release Date: May 21, 2020
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Number one rule of ride sharing as a female driver? Donât fall for the mysterious man riding in the backseat.
Lenora I came across crazy people on the daily giving rides to strangers for a living. I carried pepper spray and I wasnât afraid to use it. But one gorgeous male in a fake mustache and a story he wasnât willing to share, and I was ready to climb in the backseat to peel his layers. Heâs a distraction I donât need as I graduate online college and try to get my first professional job so I can move out of my parentsâ house before Iâm thirty. Iâm so close to realizing my dreams I can taste it. Jayden I should have never hit on my driver. Even if she was the hottest thing Iâd seen in cutoff jean shorts in maybe forever. I wasnât in Auburn Hill for personal reasons and getting involved with the locals came ill-advised as I set up my new business. I probably shouldnât know she curses like a sailor in bed considering I wind up interviewing her for a position in my company. Now Iâm thinking of all kinds of positions I can put her in. Maybe sheâll settle for being an employee with benefits⦠But none of that matters now. Because I fired her.
In front of the whole town.
On her first day.
Pretty sure thereâs no coming back from that.
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âAre you suggesting what I think youâre suggesting?â I asked, testing the waters.
Her lips tilted up into a blinding smile. âWhy canât friends come with certain benefits, you know?â It was official. My pants were too tight for this conversation. Not even Red making weird noises in the back seat could put a damper on the desire coursing through my veins with just one simple question. âHell, yes, they can,â I breathed. âMaybe our first course of action is finding you a babysitter. And by you, I mean Red.â She blushed and I couldnât help but slide one hand onto her bare thigh. âWill you wear a black skirt and put your hair in a ponytail for me?â She squirmed. I inched my hand higher. âSure thing, boss,â she whispered. Also Available AMAZON US / UK / CA / AU
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Marika Ray spends her time behind a computer crafting stories, walking the beaches of southern California, and making healthy food for her kids and husband whether they like it or not. Prior to writing novels, Marika held various jobs in the finance industry, with private start-up companies, and then in health & fitness. Cats may have nine lives, but Marika believes everyone should have nine careers to keep things spicy.
Marika enjoys writing all types of fiction novels, based on what inspires her. Right now she's working on a new steamy RomCom series along with sweet romances to make your heart explode. All her books come with a money-back guarantee that youâll smile at least once with every book.
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Title: His
Series: Ties That Bind #2
Authors: Natasha Knight & A. Zavarelli
Genre: Dark Mafia Romance
Release Date: April 21, 2020
Blurb
Iâve been in hiding for four years. On the run from the man in whose bed I once slept.
I saw something I shouldnât have seen.
Took something I shouldnât have taken.
And heâs just found me.
But itâs not just my safety I have to worry about. I have a little boy. His little boy. The secret baby of a Russian mobster.
He told me in no uncertain terms that Iâm his. That we would be a family.
But his uncle still wants me dead and I know the man who's been hunting me is the only one who can keep us safe.
USA Today bestselling author of contemporary romance, Natasha Knight specializes in dark, tortured heroes. Happily-Ever-Afters are almost always guaranteed, but she likes to put her characters through hell to get them there. Sheâs evil like that.
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A. Zavarelli is a USA Today and Amazon bestselling author.
She likes all things chocolate, books that come with warnings, and putting her characters through hell. Her tales have been known to flirt with darkness and sometimes court it unabashedly altogether. Revenge themes and tortured souls are her favorites to write and this gives her an excuse to watch bizarre and twisted documentaries in her spare time.
She currently lives in the Northwest with her lumberjack and an entire brood of fur babies.
Ember by Emma Renshaw
Release Date: April 21, 2020
Ember, a new small town romance by Emma Renshaw. Ten years ago, I left Hawk Valley. I never planned to return. Not to the regrets. The bitter memories. The guilt. My baseball career gave me both the excuse and the money I needed to start over. Then my mom called, and I found myself headed back to the one place I swore I wouldn’t step foot again. Meeting Delilah wasn’t part of the plan. Falling in love with her adorable son was even less so. And yet, what’s brewing between us is too intense to be denied. The unexpected passion is almost enough to distract us from the crumbling of both our worlds. But even as the sparks fly, someone is waiting in the shadows to burn it all down. Download your copy today!
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Ember was my first book by Emma Renshaw and it sucked me right in. The opening was absolutely heart wrenching and I just had to know how things would pan out after the fact... Delilah was ahhhhmazing! I adored her and her darling son, Tuck. It was impossible not to. Just ask Gunner. That poor broody guy. He had suffered and lost so much. But he took is pain and funneled it into his passion, baseball. He was successful. The best at what he did. Life was good...until he got the call that changed everything.... Forced back to his hometown for the first time since he left, Gunner is slammed with emotions. Regret. Guilt. Fear. And desire for Delilah. I loved how even with everything that was happening in her life, she brought a lightness to him. Grounded him. Helped him focus on what mattered most. And right in the middle of their budding romance, someone was lurking in the shadows. That little bit of mystery and danger kept me on edge waiting for the bottom to fall out of all they had built. Holy unexpected twist! Emma Renshaw had my heart was racing and I was holding my breath during those tense moments when everything hung in the balance. And while I would've liked a little bit more danger sprinkled in throughout to tie it all together (what can I say I'm a suspense fan), the ending left me with a satisfied smile.
Excerpt: Delilah rested her free hand on my chest and rubbed her thumb back and forth. I felt the coolness of her hands through my shirt, but even as cold as they were, it warmed my skin.
“Well, it depends if you ask Makenna or me. If you ask me, Makenna tricked me into drinking so much. It wasn’t my fault that the fire department had to be called because she was stuck in a tree, and it was definitely her fault that I made brownies and then tried to get them out without an oven mitt. That’s what the scar is from.”
A loud, surprised laugh rumbled in my chest. “Makenna was stuck in a tree?”
“Yes. I have a picture of Mak up there. It’s great. But again, it wasn’t my fault.”
She pointed at me and made her eyes really round, and my laugh continued to grow. “Would she say that it was your fault?”
“You know what I want?” Delilah leaned forward, trying to distract me with the pretty and mischievous smile on her face.
“What?”
“To dance.”
I rose from the barstool with her hand still in mine and led her to the dance floor. An upbeat, fast-paced country song was playing. Mom had taught me how to dance at a young age. It was something I’d never told anyone about until I got older and knew it would impress the girls.
I took her to the edge of the dance floor, and we watched the couples two-step past us until I found a break in the floor and spun her out and then back in. She landed against my chest with a thud and wide, surprised eyes.
“You can dance,” she said as I swept us across the floor.
I held her a little tighter with every song change, and every laugh that bubbled from her lips brought my mouth closer to hers. She was pressed against my body so tightly, there wasn’t a chance even a piece of paper could be wedged between us. I never looked anywhere but at her eyes. Her hand around my neck coasted up and down my skin.
When the song slowed down, I moved us to the edge of the floor and swayed with her in my arms. Then I slowly lowered my head to meet hers. Her fingers tightened in my hair as our lips met. My hand fisted in the back of her shirt as I licked the seam of her lips asking for entry. She opened her mouth and our tongues clashed together.
It was loud with the music and other patrons, but I could hear her soft moan as if it were on blast in my ears. The kiss sped everything up at the same time as it slowed everything down. It was entirely too much, setting my need for her on fire, and not nearly enough, as I wanted so much more.
I’d mostly chalked up my mom’s romantic stories about my dad to her missing him, and I’d rolled my eyes when she told me one day a kiss would change everything.
Fuck. She was right. I wasn’t ready to admit it to myself, but some deep, dark part of me knew Delilah had changed everything.
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Title: Beauty from Ashes: Authors & Dancers Against Cancer Anthology
Genre: Multi Genre Anthology
Release Date: July 27, 2020
Cover Donated by Golden Czermak @Furious Fotog
Model: Caylan Hughes
Cover Designer: Taylor Dawn at Sweet 15 Designs
Edits and Formatting by Ms. K Edits
19 Different Authors coming together to raise money for Dancers Against Cancer
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DANCERS AGAINST CANCER
Our mission is to create an alliance in the dance community that provides financial support and inspiration to dance educators, choreographers, dancers and their families who have been impacted by cancer.
Participating Authors:
Penny Anglene
C.J. Baty
Rochelle Bradley
Chelsea Camaron
Ruth A. Casie
Aliya DalRae
AJ Downey
R.S. James
Renee Jean
Mandi Konesni
Victoria Perkins
Ember Phoenix
Vera Quinn
Jamie Russell
Miranda Shanklin
Parker Stevens
Chianti Summers
Darlene Tallman
CJ Warrant
MY FAVORITE SOUVENIR Release date: 4/27/2020 A Contemporary Romance Novel New York Times Bestselling Authors Penelope Ward & Vi Keeland EXCERPT REVEAL:
“Good afternoon. You’ve reached the Four Seasons Resort, Vail, Colorado. How may I direct your call?” I took a deep breath. “Hi. I checked out early this morning. My reservation was for ten days, but I only wound up staying two nights. Is there any chance you might still have my room available? Or any room, for that matter? My flight was canceled because of the storm.” “Let me take a look. What’s your last name?” “Appleton.” I shook my head. “Actually, the reservation was under Ellis. My fiancé’s last name.” Or ex-fiancé. But I’d let her call me Mrs. Ellis at this point if it meant I could have a place to sleep tonight. “Give me one moment and I’ll check.” “Thank you.” I sat down in the lobby of the Best Western, the third hotel I’d been to in the last two hours. It was dumb of me to check out this morning. Though, at least I was consistent. After making the bad decision to go on my previously planned honeymoon alone, I’d brilliantly decided to check out only two days into the trip…without looking at the weather report for Vail. When I arrived at the airport, I had no idea that a blizzard was on the way. But the airline had assured me my flight was still scheduled as planned. And they’d kept their word right up until five minutes before we were supposed to board, when they announced a two-hour delay. Two hours turned into three, and three turned into five, and when we hit six hours of sitting on uncomfortable plastic seats outside the gate, they finally admitted it wasn’t going to happen. Every other flight had been canceled by then. And now, every hotel seemed to be full. “Hi, Mrs. Ellis?” I cringed at being called that, but answered anyway. “Yes?” “I’m sorry. After you checked out, your room was rebooked. We’re actually sold out for the night because of the storm.” I sighed. Of course you are. “Okay. Thank you.” This was just my luck lately. I called four more hotels, until one said they might have a few rooms available. Apparently they had guests that hadn’t checked in yet and were in the process of making calls to confirm whether they would still be arriving today. Rooms would be freed up on a first-come, first-served basis. So I decided to take a chance and head on over. It was already seven o’clock at night, and there was no point in sitting here anymore. Surprisingly, Uber was still running, even though the airport had called it quits hours ago. Out front, the snow was coming down hard. A giant SUV with snow chains on the tires pulled up in front of the door. I couldn’t check the license plate or get a look at the make and model of the vehicle since it was covered in snow, so I walked over to the car and motioned for the driver to roll down the window. “Are you Hazel?” the older woman behind the wheel asked. I smiled. “Yes.” “Heading over to the Snow Eagle Lodge?” “Yes, please.” Even though the next hotel was only two miles away, it took fifteen minutes to get there. By the time we pulled up, the conditions were almost white-out. It couldn’t be safe driving in this anymore. “God, it’s really terrible out here,” I said as I pulled up the hood of my jacket. “Be careful driving tonight.” “Oh, I will, honey. The next place I’m driving is home. I only picked you up because you were on my way. Good thing you’re at your hotel now. No one is going to be on the roads tonight anymore.” Great. This place really better have a room for me. As I climbed out of the SUV, a gust of snow smacked me in the face, despite the fact that we were parked under the building’s overhang. The wind made it look like someone had shaken a snow globe, hard. Inside the hotel, I wiped flakes from my eyelashes and glanced around the lobby. Oh no. This didn’t look good. A line of at least thirty or forty people snaked five rows deep, waiting to get to the reception desk. I sighed and wheeled my luggage to behind the last person. More than half an hour later, I finally reached the front. “Hi. I called earlier, and the person I spoke to said some rooms might become available, that you were going to contact guests who hadn’t showed and see if they were still coming?” The woman nodded with a frown. “Yeah. I can put you on our waitlist. But we’re still making calls, and to be honest, it’s not looking too good.” My shoulders slumped. “Okay. Well, I guess please add me to your wait list.” The woman lifted a clipboard and set it down on the counter. She thumbed through a few pages and turned it to face me, pointing at the next available line, which was two from the bottom of the page. “Just add your name and cell phone number.” I scribbled both and let the pages above the one I’d been writing on fan back into place. Noticing the sheet at the top looked just like the one I’d signed, five or six pages down, I glanced through all the papers. There had to be at least a hundred names and telephone numbers. “Are these all on your waiting list?” The hotel clerk nodded. “How many people haven’t checked in?” “I think about a dozen.” Oh God. This really wasn’t good. But maybe people had just added their names and left, like in a packed restaurant. Maybe the bulk of people ahead of me on the list had found other hotels. Turning around, whatever hope I’d talked myself into immediately deflated. Every seat in the lobby area behind me was taken. Some were even sitting on the floor, leaning against their luggage. With very few options, I wandered over and found an empty space on a carpeted area of the floor, not too far from the concierge desk. Though I knew it was futile, I took out my iPad and continued to search for a hotel with availability. Even if I found one, getting there would be a miracle on its own at this point. The nearby concierge desk had been empty while I scrolled and made calls, but now two women walked over. One I recognized as the manager, since I’d spent a half hour staring at the people behind the front desk while I’d waited in line. The other had on a nametag and held a clipboard. I couldn’t help but eavesdrop on their conversation from where I sat. “These seven we still haven’t reached,” the manager said. “All of the other rooms have been checked in, or we’ve reallocated them to people from the waiting list.” The employee flipped through the pages and looked around the full hotel lobby. “Jeez. And this storm is supposed to stick around for days.” Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a guy standing on the other side of the concierge desk. His back was to the ladies talking, but he craned his neck, and I thought he, too, might be eavesdropping. Figuring he was probably just as bored as me, I went back to my iPad search—until a few minutes later when I noticed him scribbling something with a pen on the inside of his hand. What the hell is he doing? He wrote for a few seconds and then seemed to go back to eavesdropping. The manager had walked away, leaving the employee to make her phone calls. She hung up from one call and dialed again. “Hi. This is Catherine from the Snow Eagle Lodge. I’m trying to reach Milo or Madeline Hooker.” The minute she said the names, the eavesdropper scribbled on his hand again. Catherine continued leaving her message. “I just wanted to confirm whether you’d still be arriving this evening. Your reservation is guaranteed, so we’ll hold it as long as you need. However, if the storm has perhaps caused a change in your travel plans, we do have a long wait list of guests who could use the two rooms you have booked. My number here is 970-555-4000, if you could please return my call at your earliest convenience. Thank you.” The same thing went on with the next two calls. Catherine left a message and the eavesdropper scribbled. Curious about what he was up to, I kept my eye on him. After the hotel clerk finished making her calls, she went back to the front desk. Eavesdropper picked up his backpack and casually strolled down a nearby hallway. I leaned to watch where he was going, and he eventually pulled up his hood and exited out a side door I hadn’t even noticed was there. I thought it was odd, but I figured the show was over. But a few minutes later, a guy with the same ski jacket walked through the front lobby door. He pulled his hood down, and I got a look at his face for the very first time. Damn, he was handsome. Medium brown hair that was kind of shaggy and needed a cut, full lips, hazel eyes, and tanned skin. His warm skin tone really stood out against the pasty color of most people in Colorado this time of the year, including me. It was a shame I loathed men right now, because he was seriously gorgeous. He dusted some of the snow from the shoulders of his jacket and went to wait in line. It was much shorter now, with only two men in front of him, mostly because people weren’t braving the storm anymore. I had no idea what possessed me to do it, but I decided to get up and wait behind the guy. Maybe I was imagining things to keep myself entertained, but I had the distinct feeling he was up to something. When it was his turn at the front desk, I moved as close as I could to listen without seeming like a stalker. “Hi. I’m checking in,” the man said. “Great. What’s your last name, sir?” He cleared his throat. “Hooker. Milo Hooker.” I squinted. The guy was totally full of shit. I knew it! The unsuspecting hotel clerk punched a bunch of keys on her keyboard and smiled. “I have your reservation right here. Two rooms for two nights, breakfast included. Is that right?” “Uhhh…” The guy nodded. “Yeah. I booked two rooms. But it turns out I’m only going to need the one.” He looked over his shoulder. “Looks like you won’t have a problem filling the other one, though.” She smiled. “No, we definitely won’t. I’ll just need a credit card and a picture ID please, Mr. Hooker.” I waited. This was the moment of truth. If he wasn’t actually Milo Hooker, he was going to have to make up some excuse. The guy reached into his front pocket like he was going to pull out his wallet. For a second, I thought I might’ve been wrong, but then he pulled out a wad of cash. “I lost my wallet on the slopes today. Luckily, I had some cash sent over through Western Union before the storm got too bad. Can I just pay cash?” The young woman hesitated. “You don’t have any ID at all? I’m not supposed to check people in without photo identification.” Fake Milo poured on the charm. He leaned forward and showed off a set of cavernous dimples. “We could take a selfie together?” The woman giggled. She actually giggled. “Let me just check with my manager.” She disappeared into the back and returned with the manager a few minutes later. A crazy idea popped into my head. She said there were two rooms… I made a spur-of-the-moment decision and approached the counter. “There you are, Milo.” I rested my hand on the guy’s shoulder. “My flight was canceled. I hope they still have our rooms.” Fake Milo turned and looked at me with his brows furrowed. He was going to blow it if I didn’t do something, so I turned my attention to the two hotel employees. “My brother and I booked rooms here for two nights, but I was trying to get out before the storm. Obviously I had no luck. I spent the entire day in the airport. Please tell me you still have my room? I’m dying for a hot bath.” Milo looked at me, then the hotel employees, then back at me. I smiled and arched a brow. For a second, I almost felt bad for the guy. He looked so bewildered. Since he still seemed to be at a loss for words, I figured I should continue talking. “We went skiing early this morning and had our backpacks stolen. Between that and the storm coming, I figured it was a sign that I should get back home early. Apparently Mother Nature had other plans. We should have two rooms—Milo and Madeline Hooker. Someone actually just left me a message on my cell asking us to confirm. Her name was Catherine, I believe.” The desk clerk nodded. “That was me. The storm has a lot of people stranded here unexpectedly without rooms, so we were checking in with guests that hadn’t arrived yet.” The manager looked back and forth between Fake Milo and me. “We’ll have to take a hundred-dollar deposit for incidentals on each room since you don’t have a credit card.” I smiled. “Of course.” She nodded to her employee. “Check them in. It’s fine.” The man next to me still had his mouth hanging open. So I dug into my purse, being careful not to show my wallet, which was supposed to have been stolen, and scooped out all of the cash. “How much are the rooms?” I asked the clerk. “Let’s see. With tax, they come to three-hundred-and-forty-two dollars each, for the two nights, and then we have to collect the hundred-dollar deposit.” I didn’t think I had that much cash. I counted the money in my hand and slid it over in front of Fake Milo. “Can you spot me forty dollars? You know I’m good for it, bro.” “Uh, yeah. Sure.” After we paid and got the room keys, we walked side by side to the elevator bank in silence. It wasn’t until we were alone and the elevator doors slid shut that Milo turned to me. “What the hell just happened?” I laughed. “We just got rooms, that’s what happened.” He shook his head. “But who are you?” “I noticed you standing near the concierge desk and eavesdropping while she called the guests who hadn’t arrived yet.” I reached forward and took the man’s hand, opening it to display blue ink. “You wrote down the names of the guests. I thought it was odd, so I followed you to the front desk to see what you were up to. When you made up that bogus story about losing your wallet so you could justify not having any ID, I knew you were full of shit.” I shrugged. “When the woman said there were two rooms on the reservation, I saw an opening and took it.” “How did you know I’d go along with it?” I smiled. “I didn’t. But that’s what made it so much fun!” I covered my chest with my hand. “My heart feels like it’s trying to ricochet out of my ribcage at this moment. It’s been a long time since I did anything risky like that.” His eyes roamed my face. I got the feeling he still wasn’t sure what to make of me, even though I’d just explained what I’d done. He looked down at my lips, which were still curved in an excited smile. “Why is that?” My forehead wrinkled. “Why is what?” “Why’s it been a long time since you’ve done anything risky? It looks to me like you enjoyed it.” I blinked a few times, not having expected a question that would tug at my heartstrings, and my smile fell. “I don’t know. I guess I kind of turned into a different person over the last few years.” Fake Milo’s eyes locked with mine. We’d gone from pulling off a crazy stunt and laughing, to an odd seriousness. His eyes flickered to my lips and back once again. “That’s a shame. You have a great smile.” Warmth spread through me, and I couldn’t seem to unlock my eyes from the stranger’s—at least until the elevator dinged and the doors opened on the third floor. “This is us,” he said. “Rooms 320 and 321.” “Oh. Right. Okay.” I stepped out and followed the signs to our rooms. Since we were, of course, family, they’d put us right next to each other. We stood a few feet apart as we opened our respective doors. As my lock unlatched and I turned the handle to go inside, something dawned on me. “I almost forgot! I owe you forty dollars for the room.” He smiled. “Don’t worry about it.” “No, don’t be silly. I just didn’t have enough cash and didn’t want to hand the woman a credit card when we weren’t supposed to have ID. I’ll just throw my bag in the room and go downstairs to find an ATM. They must have one somewhere.” “I thought you couldn’t wait to take a hot bath, or was that part of the act?” I laughed. “No, it actually wasn’t. I wasn’t lying when I said I spent the entire day at the airport. A hot bath sounds pretty amazing right about now. But I can grab your cash first. It won’t take me long.” Fake Milo scratched at the stubble on his chin. “I’ll tell you what. I’m going to take a quick shower and then go downstairs to the bar for a drink. Take your bath. You can find me there afterward to give me the money.” “Okay.” We looked at each other for a moment. “Alright, well, enjoy your soak, sis.” I smiled. “Thanks, Milo. I’ll see you later.”
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BLURB My planned trip for two unexpectedly turned into a trip for one. Rather than let my breakup get me down, I packed my bags and decided a week at a luxury resort was just what I needed. But one calamity after the next, and suddenly I was stuck without a hotel room, along with a few hundred other people. It looked like my fancy vacation was about to turn into me sleeping on the hotel lobby floor. Until I overheard a gorgeous man pretending to be someone he wasn’t in order to steal a reservation from a guest who hadn’t shown up yet. When I realized there were two rooms, instead of calling him out, I pretended to be his sister. That’s how the story of “Milo and Maddie Hooker” began. We were the Hookers. My depressing trip quickly made a U-turn into an adventure. My fake brother spent the next few days showing me around his hometown. When it was time to leave, neither of us really wanted to go yet. So, instead of flying back to our respective homes, we ventured on a road trip. At every stop, we’d pick up souvenirs. But as hot as our chemistry was, we never crossed the line. Milo knew I’d just come out of a tough relationship and didn’t want to mess with a vulnerable woman. So instead, at the end of our trip, we made a pact to meet again in three months. It was always my intention to meet him. But when I got back home, reality hit in a big way. And I worried I may have lost my handsome stranger forever. Was there a place for him in my future? Or had the memory of him just become my favorite souvenir?
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Penelope Ward is a New York Times, USA Today and #1 Wall Street Journal bestselling author of contemporary romance.
She grew up in Boston with five older brothers and spent most of her twenties as a television news anchor. Penelope resides in Rhode Island with her husband, son, and beautiful daughter with autism.
With over two million books sold, she is a 21-time New York Times bestseller and the author of over twenty novels. Her books have been translated into over a dozen languages and can be found in bookstores around the world.
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Vi Keeland is a #1 New York Times, #1 Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author. With millions of books sold, her titles have appeared in over a hundred Bestseller lists and are currently translated in twenty-five languages. She resides in New York with her husband and their three children where she is living out her own happily ever after with the boy she met at age six.
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Secrets…Lies…and Betrayal.
It’s been far too long since I’ve laid eyes on Abby.
I expected surprise.
I expected anger.
What I got was devastation.
Abby’s been lying to me, keeping secrets that affect us all. Our past…? It’s complicated
An elusive truth with the power to alter everything I know, everything I want, and everything I love.
But things aren’t always what they seem.
And betrayal…it never comes from the person you expect.
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Abby steps in front of me to head him off. “Ethan,” she pleads. “Let me explain.”
He ignores her and tries to sidestep her, but she’s too quick and too determined to keep the peace.
“You son of a bitch!” he spits at me.
“Ethan, please,” she begs.
“You said you loved her!” he yells, trying to push past Abby, her palms pressed against his chest to keep him from getting too close to me.“You said you fucking loved her.” His finger points at me accusingly.
Abby freezes with her arms still raised defensively and turns to me with a stunned expression and wide eyes. Shit. This is not how I wanted her to find out. I never told her I loved her. I should have just told her back then. Back before things got so complicated. Back before she thought I was a lying piece of shit.
“What?” she asks, unbelieving, her voice straining on a suppressed sob. I run my hand through my hair and release a pent-up breath.
“This lying son of a bitch told us he loved you. The night Caleb drugged you and tried to take you.” Abby winces at the memory and I want to deck him for bringing it up. “He wouldn’t let anyone else ride in the ambulance with you. Not Tiff, not even me. And I believed his bullshit.”
“It wasn’t bullshit.”
“The fuck it wasn’t.”
“It was true.” I turn my attention from Ethan and stare down into Abby’s stunned face. “It is true. I should’ve told you.” Of everything we left unsaid, that’s the part I regret the most. I reach down and tuck a strand of dark, wavy hair behind her ear. “Maybe if I had, this whole mess wouldn’t have happened. You would have known how I felt and wouldn’t have doubted me.”
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Ashley is an author and book lover living in Ohio with her husband and two sons. She's loved reading since childhood and has always enjoyed creating characters and stories. She finds inspiration everywhere: a song on the radio, a person she passes on the street, a place she's visited on vacation. She lets her imagination run wild and her fingers do the typing.
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(Except for that one night in high school, but they don’t talk about that.)
Growing up, he was her protector. Her confidante. The one guy she could always trust.
Now she’s a marine biologist working toward her PhD in California, and he’s an underwear model in New York. Dylan’s only in town for a few days, crashing on Brooke’s couch and repaying the favor by acting as her date to a friend’s wedding.
It was totally an accident she saw him naked.
After that, “just friends” goes out the window in favor of friends with benefits.
It’s all going great…until it isn’t.
Dylan’s got a ticket back to New York at the end of the week, and Brooke may have accidentally broken his heart. Can they navigate these uncharted relationship waters? Or has she tanked her oldest friendship?
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Release Date: April 22
When I was a little girl, I dreamed a handsome knight would come and rescue me from my wretched mother. Heâd ride up on his white steed and break the curse Iâve been fated to carry since the day I was born.
Funny how things changed over time. How the fairy tale twisted into something far more crooked, darker than I ever imagined.
In reality, my knight is scarred and broken, living alone in a castle of bones that overlooks the sea. He isnât searching for me. He never was.
Lucian Blackthorne is as cursed as I am, and equally shunned by the locals, the fishers of men, who believe him to be the devil in the flesh.
Perhaps he is, with the way his amber eyes draw me in, ignite me like an infernal blaze. And the sins he whispers in my ear are as wickedly intoxicating as the man himself.
Yet, his touch is heaven and his will is my weakness.
He calls us forbidden, an unsalvageable tragedy, with no happy end. Maybe we are. But in this story, her's the one who needs saving.
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Keri Lake is a dark romance writer who specializes in demon wrangling, vengeance dealing and wicked twists. Her stories are gritty, with antiheroes that walk the line of good and bad, and feisty heroines who bring them to their knees. When not penning books, she enjoys spending time with her husband, daughters, and their rebellious Labrador (who doesnât retrieve a damn thing). She runs on strong coffee and alternative music, loves a good red wine, and has a slight addiction to dark chocolate.
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Title: Gin's Tonic
Author: Olivia Owen
Genre: Contemporary Multicultural Romance
Release Date: April 16, 2020
"With a feminist nature and a diverse set of characters, this book is a wonderful piece of fiction. The protagonists are imperfect but it's easy to fall in love with them because they are perfectly written. They are deep and their motivations are clear. The plot is unique, complex, and surprisingly touching. Gin's Tonic will teach you that love can exist in many forms, but it should start with yourself. Gin's Tonic by Olivia Owen is a combination of heart-warming drama and sultry romance. Highly recommended to all those readers looking for a second chance in life and in love." - 5 STARS Risah Salazar for Readers' Favorite "Gin's Tonic is perfect for readers who crave high heat romances, following a journey from broken to better, found families, and strong heroines who help themselves and find love along the way." - Sarah Storin, award winning author of contemporary romance.
What began as a series of misunderstandings catapults into urgent need, as Gin finds herself forced to make an impossible choice, staying faithful to memories of the past or living for the future.
I’m not who I used to be.
Losing them turned me into someone I don’t even recognize. I’m not even sure I want to know that person.
So I ran.
But that was just a change in longitude and latitude.
When I met Roman, my insides were a twisted, decayed, knife-edged thing I was sure no one would ever want.
But he took every crushed bit of it and demanded more.
He’s as scarred on the outside as I am on the inside, but somehow, we fit together like two jagged pieces of the same fractured puzzle. Our tortured pasts brought us together—then ripped us apart.
Falling for him was inevitable. So was losing him.
Girl meets boy, girl loses boy, but maybe…girl gets nothing at the end.
Happily ever after just isn’t meant for people like me…right?
Gin’s Tonic is a steamy, angsty, mature, small town romance featuring a Chinese-American heroine who is stronger than she knows. This is the story of a perfectly imperfect woman and the tall-dark-and-brooding hero who proves to her that love after loss is possible.
Olivia Owen is new to the world of writing romance novels (long time reader, first time writer). Every once in a while, she finds it is necessary to push out of her safe little box and do something that kind of scares her. This is definitely one of those things. She has a soft spot for bulky, brooding male leads and the awkward, relatable women those guys just can't help but love. In her free time, she can be found cooking with just a bit too much butter, contemplating having Lasik surgery to increase her chances of survival during a zombie apocalypse, and (much like her novel’s heroine) having coffee in her garden while conjuring up happily ever afters.
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Release Date: April 21st
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The only kinds of luck I knew were bad and worse...until my life hung in the balance. I finally caught a break in the form of a second chance.
I vowed not to let it go to waste.
To make a difference.
But I didn’t start really living until I met him.
Dillon Montgomery.
My complete opposite—except for our matching tortured souls.
Dillon
I’d lived a privileged life, in the lap of luxury and surrounded by family. It had felt like I was on top of the world...until tragedy struck. My sense of loss felt bottomless, and I struggled with it every single day. Finding my path back into the light seemed impossible.
But then I met Faith—she was smart, sexy, and out of my league even though she didn’t have a penny to her name. We grew up in different worlds, but somehow we fit perfectly together. Except neither of us had counted on learning that our connection was more profound than we knew. About Rochelle Paige: I absolutely adore reading—always have and always will. When I was growing up, my friends used to tease me when I would trail after them, trying to read and walk at the same time. If I have downtime, odds are you will find me reading or writing. I am the mother of two wonderful sons who have inspired me to chase my dream of being an author. I want them to learn from me that you can live your dream as long as you are willing to work for it. When I told my mom that my new year's resolution was to self-publish a book in 2013, she pretty much told me, "About time!" Connect w/ Rochelle: Website: http://www.rochellepaige.com/
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