Title: Truth or Dare Blurb: More secrets are unearthed in the second instalment of the Summervale series.
After realising their relationship is now forbidden, Darcie and Dane must find a way to be together all the while keeping it secret.
But rumours spread like wildfire in Summervaleâ¦
When their romance is exposed due to a cruel prank, their alibi begins to unravel. And when the killer strikes again, this time closer to home, Darcie and Dane must uncover the real killer before they go down for something they didnât do. This time, the path to the truth may lead them closer to their skeletons buried than theyâd prefer.
L.L. Hunter is the author of over 20 published works, including The Legend of the Archangel Series and The Garden of Eden. She has studied everything from veterinary nursing, forensic science, and dramatic arts, but has always known her true calling was to be an author. â¨â¨She has been writing since her teens - everything from fan fiction, to song lyrics, to plays and musicals. When not working on her next paranormal romance, she can be found at home in Australia, reading somewhere comfortable with one or both of her âfur babies.â Follow her on Facebook, Twitter @llhunterbooks, and her blog - http://llhunter.blogspot.com.au.
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Title: Defending Isabella
Series: GHOST #6
Author: PJ Fiala
Genre: Military Romantic Suspense
Release Date: May 25, 2021
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A GHOST operative who loves the thrill.
A doctor who will do anything for her brother.
And the danger and passion that ignites their spark.
Dr. Isabella Martinez will do anything to help others. Walking away from her brother, who dabbles on the wrong side of the law, was one of the hardest things she's ever done. But after her brother disappears, Isabella must enlist the help of the sexy stranger she meets at a wedding to locate him before it's too late.
GHOST operative Josh Masters loves his life and the excitement of his job. Taking down criminals one by one is a thrill of a lifetime. But when he meets the gorgeous and fun doctor, he's looking for more than just a thrill. Helping Isabella find her brother is only the start. After all, he'll do anything to DEFEND ISABELLA.
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Butterflies took flight in her tummy, but she kept walking to her car. Pressing the button on her fob, she opened the trunk and watched Josh’s muscles form and stretch in his dark shirt as he easily lifted her suitcase and lay it in the trunk. He closed the lid and turned to face her.
“I’m happy to drive, Isabella.”
She shook her head no, but then handed the keys over to him. She wasn’t thinking clearly. Repeatedly asking herself who this giddy girl inside of her was, she quickly tossed her head and walked to the passenger side of the car. Josh reached forward to open her door and she jumped at his nearness. His scent surrounded her, and she felt lightheaded as it settled all around her. Riding in a car together was going to be bittersweet.
Without looking into his eyes, which was hard, she carefully entered the car, sat and lifted her legs inside. He closed the door and walked around the front of her car and she busied herself with buckling her seatbelt, so she didn’t humiliate herself by drooling. But, oh, he was magnificent.
He opened the door and managed to get inside, which for a man his size amazed her. He was around six feet tall, which was probably slightly above average, but compared to her 5’2” was very tall. Yet instead of being clumsy and awkward in his movements, his were sleek and like those of a cat.
He handed her the keys with a smirk, pushed the button on the dash to start the car, then fastened his seatbelt.
“Funny. You didn’t mention I wouldn’t need the keys to start the car.”
“Ooops” She smiled.
Chapter 15, DEFENDING ISABELLA by PJ Fiala
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Writing has been a desire my whole life. Once I found the courage to write, life changed for me in the most profound way. Bringing stories to readers that I'd enjoy reading and creating characters that are flawed, but lovable is such a joy.
When not writing, I'm with my family doing something fun. My husband, Gene, and I are bikers and enjoy riding to new locations, meeting new people and generally enjoying this fabulous country we live in.
I come from a family of veterans. My grandfather, father, brother, two sons, and one daughter-in-law are all veterans. Needless to say, I am proud to be an American and proud of the service my amazing family has given. In trying to give back, I've started a foundation, Authors4Veterans, with my friend and fellow author, Stacey Joy Netzel. Our charities will rotate but will always support our military and their families.
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Title: Beneath the Lies
Author: Célia Pereira
Genre: Second Chance Contemporary Romance
Release Date: March 20, 2021
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TODAY. TOMORROW. FOREVER.
A love that was never meant to be broken.
A pledge that bonded two souls.
A vow that was meant to last a thousand lifetimes.
A lie that destroyed everything in its wake.
A lie that shattered our love.
A lie that ruined our souls.
A lie that broke our vows.
Or so we thought.
Broken promises were never our thing, but how do we overcome a lie that has been our reality for the past ten years?
How do we see, Beneath the Lies?
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I swear I had just closed my eyes when there was a loud pounding at my front door. “What the fuck?” I mumble as I rub my eyes from sleep and check the time, four in the god damn morning. When the pounding intensifies, I quickly get out of bed, grab my baseball bat by my bedroom door and make my way to my front door.
I look through the peephole, but it’s too damn dark to make out who it could be. I shake my head at what I’m about to do. “This is how the stupid blond always dies in the damn movies,” I whisper as the pounding starts up again, only louder.
I’m surprised the neighbors haven’t come out yelling yet. I grip the bat firmly in my left hand and turn the doorknob with my right. I fling it open as quickly as I can, and then with both hands, I take my swing.
“Fuck!”
“Hunter?
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Célia Pereira resides in Ontario, Canada, in the heart of Toronto. She and her family immigrated from Portugal but traveled back each summer. She speaks Portuguese fluently, as it is her first language. Célia works full-time as a spa manager in one of Toronto's well-known facial spas by day, and by night she lets her imagination run wild and creates dramatic stories. When she's not working, she spends her time with all her adoptive nephews and nieces, but where you can find her most often is in a Starbucks, lost in a book with a caramel macchiato in hand.
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-- ExcerptCrack. The bullet shattered the glass, but I felt none of those sharp edges nor the impact of that metal projectile lodging itself in my flesh. Instead, I gasped because the air compressed from my lungs by the weight of a large, incredibly heavy Italian man caging me against the seat. I tipped my face up, mouth open, eyes dry and prickling with shock. Dante caught my gaze, his own burning coal black and just as hot. For an instant, just one, I felt his wrath move through me like a tangible thing, something heady and drugging like the finest whiskey or the best Italian wine. Then he was yelling, “Cazzo, drive, man! NOW!” With a squeal of tires, Mr. Janko revved the engine and gunned us forward into the intersection despite the red light. Another shot was fired from behind us, this time wedging itself with a clunk into the trunk of the car. Dante curled even tighter around Yara and me, protecting us with his massive frame. Surrounded by his warm citrus and pepper scent, pressed tight to his unyielding chest, I almost felt safe despite the madman shooting at us. He remained there for a few moments until we were long gone from the scene, racing through the streets like a northeasterly storm. When he finally pulled away, he checked Yara quickly then turned his eyes to me. One large hand went for my face, and I flinched despite myself. I’d never seen hands like that, hands that large, that rough, that undeniably cloaked in metaphorical red. Something in his eyes flickered at my reaction, but still, he reached out to pluck a small shard of glass from my cheekbone. I didn’t notice the pain until he pulled it out, making me hiss at the little burst of hurt. “It’ll heal,” he assured, swiping his thumb over the droplet of blood there then, shockingly, disgustingly, he brought it to his lush mouth and sucked it off. My stomach roiled, but my thighs tingled even as my mind rebelled against the unwanted intimacy of his touch.
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Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / iBooks / Kobo / Google Play -- EXCERPT: “By the power vested in me by the state of New York, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride.” I steel myself for the assault. Instead, his dry lips barely ghost over mine and then he’s turning us to face the small crowd comprised of only my family and the two men I assume are his. I can hear the priest speaking behind me, but I’ve blocked out the words again. My mother is crying while my father sits stoically by her side. I can’t look at my brothers and sister. My gaze, instead, locks on Granda. His expression is one of satisfaction. Why wouldn’t it be? He got what he wanted. He rises from his seat. “Come to my office.” He turns on his heel expecting us all to follow. My—I swallow hard--husband places his hand on my lower back, and I flinch at his touch. I hear a heavy sigh at my side. Like a sheep being led to slaughter, I leave the music room and enter my grandfather’s lair. I stand near the desk, out of the way. I’m surprised to discover the only people who arrive behind me are my new husband and the huge, terrifying man. My grandfather scowls at his appearance. “You may leave.” The man merely ignores the command and positions himself against the wall, arms crossed, with a bored expression on his face. My jaw nearly drops at the blatant disregard. “I’m afraid Pierce doesn’t take orders from anyone but me,” my husband says, drily, his voice deep and low. A vein throbs near my grandfather’s temple and his face turns the color of a ripe tomato. No one disobeys him. At least not without suffering the consequences. With a deceptive calmness he moves to his desk and picks up a pen lying on top of a piece of paper. My eyes land on it. Certificate of Marriage. “Sign.” He holds the pen up in front of me. I stand frozen, unable to move. With my signature, everything is final. There’s no undoing any of this. I can’t do it. There’s a flash of movement and then blinding pain. Tears spring from the impact of Granda’s hand across my face again. On its heels is a roar of rage. I turn my head in time to see my grandfather pinned against the wall, clawing at my husband’s hand wrapped around his throat. “I don’t give a fuck how powerful you think you are. If you ever touch my wife again, I’ll slit your throat and bury your body where no one will ever find it. Do you understand?” he growls. Granda’s face is turning deep purple. He manages a short nod…and my husband releases him. He coughs and chokes and desperately tries to suck in air. Utterly disregarding the man gasping for breath, my husband turns and in a blink he’s standing before me. He towers over my slight frame, and I have to crane my neck to look up at him. A shadow of brutality lingers in his eyes. He reaches out and despite myself, I flinch…again. He merely picks up the pen my grandfather dropped and holds it out to me. “Our marriage is a business arrangement, so I understand your being opposed to it. Neither of us wants this, but one thing I can promise is that I will never lay hands on you in anger.” I shiver at his gruff tone. Wait. If he doesn’t want to be married to me either, then why did he do it? My eyes travel over his shoulder to latch onto my grandfather, who’s still rubbing his neck and glaring at me. Next they move to the massive man who remains lurking in the corner. He’s staring at Granda. His continued silence and steely glare unnerve me. There’s an alert readiness in his body as though he’s waiting to dive into action and defend his boss. At last, I turn my gaze back to my husband still holding the pen in his hand. I fully take him in again. His dark hair is swept back off his forehead, his eyebrows a sharp slash over eyes that bore into me. A chill dashes across me at their intensity, and I could almost lose myself staring into them. They’re the color of my father’s favorite cognac. Despite the ferocity he displayed only moments ago, they seem almost gentle now. In a move that surprises me, I reach out and take the pen. Our hands brush. Before I change my mind, I scribble my signature on the line above my printed name. I can feel my husband’s eyes on me. He takes the pen from my fingers, his skin gliding along mine. Goosebumps travel up my arm. Confused over my reaction, I hastily take a step back while my husband—Emilio—signs his name next to mine. He rolls up the certificate and tucks it into the inner pocket of his suit. It’s final. I’ve signed my life over to a stranger. A man who, only moments ago, showed me how brutal he is. Despite his promise, I don’t know if I can trust him. Dear God, what have I done?
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Title: The Right Choice
Series: The Gemstone Sister Series
Author: D. Lilac
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 29, 2021
Cover Design: Jena Brignola @grfxdesigner03
One moment in time can change the trajectory of your entire life. At the time, it may feel small, but in retrospect it sent you freefalling.
For me it was a kiss. In the middle of the night, I kissed my husband goodbye and never saw him again. Grief wrapped itself around my heart for over a decade.
They say to expect the unexpected. When a silver fox named Bear Johnson walked into my Friday night yoga class, his simple touches awakened butterflies I hadn't felt in years. I was in unexpected territory. Day in and day out, Bear and I trained together. Our friendship blossomed into love and unraveled the pain of my past.
Bear set his deal on the table and I gladly accepted - no kids.
Except fate didn't want to play a part of our deal. My life gets flipped, turned upside down when I watch two pink lines appear on a pregnancy test. It's been thirty years since Bear has been on diaper duty.
Can Bear cope with our new path in life or will I be pushing the stroller on my own?
D. Lilac writes steamy contemporary adult romance with characters over thirty, facing real life issues. Her books are always set in her beautiful home state of Texas.
Do you believe in insta-love? It exists! D was engaged within six weeks of meeting her husband. After fifteen years they are still in love. Most weekends you’ll find them on their back porch watching hummingbirds while enjoying adult beverages.
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Title: Tormented Bastard
A Cocky Hero Club Novel
Author: Eliza Peake
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 30, 2021
Vi Keeland and Penelope Ward are excited to bring you the Cocky Hero Club: original works from various authors inspired by Keeland and Ward's New York Times bestselling Cocky Bastard series.
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I’m organizing New York’s biggest charity event of the year. But when the keynote speaker drops out, the success of my business hangs in the balance.
There’s one man who can help me. And no, I’m not above flying to the middle of nowhere to plead with the baseball legend in hiding.
All I need is a yes.
I didn’t expect his hostility. I didn’t expect a hurricane to trap me alone with him. And I didn’t expect to find that he still owns my heart after all this time.
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I left New York two years ago with my life and superstar career in shambles. All I want is solitude and peace to heal and start a new business, a new life, a new me.
Then Eden shows up, asking for the impossible. If I could say yes, I would. She doesn’t know the whole truth about my downfall. And I don’t want her to know.
To save us both, I will have to remind her I’m the bastard who hurts the ones he loves.
Tormented Bastard is a second chance/sports romance inspired by Cocky Bastard.
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Eliza Peake is an international bestselling author of sexy, swoon-worthy contemporary romance. She writes stories with sassy heroines, heroes who love their women in all the right ways, and happily ever afters with all the feels. She also co-hosts The Misfits Guide to Writing Indie Romance podcast. In her downtime, she reads all the panty-melting romances she can get her hands on, drinks gallons of coffee, and tries to wrangle her addiction to Mexican food. She currently resides in North Georgia with her family and dreams of retiring to the beach someday where she will continue writing steamy romance stories to her heart’s content.
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Title: Arrogant Air Marshal
A Cocky Hero Club Novel
Author: Natasha Raulerson
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 30, 2021
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The plane took off and I couldn't stop trembling, despite the soothing sound of the pilot singing a Beatles song over the intercom.
My name is Bianca “Binx” Moretti, and I hack from the rich to give to the poor—mostly. Only I hacked from the wrong rich guy and was literally on the flight for my life.
When Xander Hawke took the seat next to me, he tried to charm me with his smooth talking ways and dimpled cheeks. Yeah, he’s drop dead gorgeous, but he's also arrogant as hell.
And I had more important things to worry about. Like the emergency landing our plane made because of mechanical issues.
Oh, and guess what? Xander Hawke? Yeah, not a sexy playboy model. Nope. He’s a sexy playboy Air Marshal who only sat next to me because he pegged me as a threat.
Stupid, arrogant--
Okay, to be fair, there had been a threat on the plane, but I wasn’t the source.
I was the target.
Stuck in an unfamiliar city, I had to rely on Xander Hawke to keep me alive until I could safely get out of the country.
Sure, we were stuck together for the next few days, but that didn’t mean we had to give into temptation.
Except we did.
What started out as a way to let off steam evolved into something I never expected.
But we stood on opposite sides of the law, so it couldn’t last right?
Except our ending was one I didn’t see coming.
Arrogant Air Marshal is a protector romantic suspense inspired by Playboy Pilot and British Bed Mate.
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Natasha grew up as a tomboy hanging with the guys, getting skinned knees, and swimming under the South Florida sun. Tattoos, Jack Daniels, and lounging at the pool are three of her favorite things. She is a wife, a mother, has two fur babies who love puppy piles, and the status of her sanity is pending.
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Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / Kobo -- EXCERPT: Jack Clio stood to the side of the dance floor, sipping a flute of champagne and looking so stunning she nearly broke my heart—again. I wanted to study her, take all of her in for a few minutes before I broke the spell and actually talked to her. What do you say to the only person who ever really mattered after you dumped her with no explanation whatsoever? After the way she dropped on her ass when I caught her attention at the concert, I had to wonder how she was going to react to talking to me. Then again, maybe she went down because of the booze she’d been drinking. I barely took my eyes off her from the moment I spotted her in the front row at the show, so I saw how she finished her flask then finished off her friend’s. Now she had a half-full glass of champagne in her hand, and I couldn’t tell if she was swaying to the music or trying to remain upright. Jesus, tipsy or not, her beauty stunned me. That dress she had on wore me out. All that delicate lace hinted at her pretty curves and showed off her legs, which her sexy sandals emphasized. I couldn’t guess the length of her hair since she was wearing it up, but I was glad she apparently hadn’t cut it. The style exposed the neck I’d loved touching and kissing, making her shiver and snuggle closer to me for more. As the memories washed over me, I smiled before I heard Dakota talking from somewhere behind me. “Oh, yeah, I’d like to tap that,” he said, and I wondered which girl would be the starter for his evening. Then he boiled my blood. “That redhead in the blue lace dress is one seriously sexy woman.” “I think she’s spoken for, dude. You’re going to have to look somewhere else,” Tron said as he materialized next to me. “Just ’cause there’s a goalie doesn’t mean you can’t score,” Dakota said with a laugh. I flexed my fists as I considered clocking him when Tron put a restraining hand on my arm. Clenching my jaw, I didn’t turn my head to look at him, but I uncoiled slightly. Of the three other guys in the band, I was closest to Tron. He was steady and levelheaded, and he didn’t mind at all that I didn’t drink much and never spent private time with the army of groupies who followed Balefire like it was their job. “She belongs to the monk, Dakota. That’s one goalie you don’t want to mess with.” “The monk has a girl? How did I not know this?” Dakota turned a wide-eyed stare on me. “With any luck, I’ll have that girl, so back off,” I growled. “You haven’t made a move yet? That makes her fair game.” Dakota took a step in Clio’s direction. “I invited her to this party, so no, she’s not fair game. If you don’t want me to mess up your pretty face, back the fuck off,” I gritted out, staring him down. Dakota raised his hands in surrender. “Whoa, man. No need to get your shorts in a knot over a woman. The room is full of ’em.” His eyes wandered the room and all the ladies on offer. “Why, there’s another sweet little number walking over to talk to Red. The brunette off-limits too?” “Knock yourself out. I’ll even introduce you,” I said. Maybe with the buffer of other people, I could survive this initial reconnection with Clio. Then again, maybe it was a much bigger deal to me than it would be to her. For all I knew, Harrison Barnes had fed her a truckload of shit about me, and now she couldn’t give a flying fuck if I talked to her or not. “You’ve been stirred up about seeing her again since you found her friend and set up this opportunity, dude. Probably better do something about it now that you have the chance,” Tron said quietly into my ear. I nodded and turned to Dakota. “Let’s go talk to some nice girls for a change.” “Seriously? What fun will that be?” The stricken look on Dakota’s face cracked me up, and I felt lighter than I had all night. “God, you’re such a fuck boy. If Clio’s friend is too nice for you, I’m sure you can find the girl who belongs with the red bra you kept from the show.” “You saw that, did you?” A grin broke over his face. “Bet her phone number is written in great big digits over the inside of the cups.” “Nah, they’re all lace.” I raised a brow and waited for the punch line. “It’s written along the straps. Since all the VIPs in the front row got invited to this little soiree of ours, I know she’s here somewhere. But first, the angel in the naughty black leather dress.” I burst out laughing at the melodramatic villain way he rubbed his hands together, and we were all right again. Glancing back to where Clio and her friend stood, I sucked in a breath, squared my shoulders, and willed my feet to move. Walking beside me, Tron snorted out a laugh. “Jesus, dude, she’s a beautiful woman, not a firing squad. Relax already.”
GIVEAWAY! VENGEANCE (Young Outlaws #3) by T.L Wainwright Link: mybook.to/YOMC3 Free on Kindle Unlimited BLURB After years of absence, Smith (Brick) Gunner’s unexpected appearance at the clubhouse is received with mixed emotions and reactions from his brothers, Mammoth and Cannon. But when his return comes with a proposal that could be the answer to all the Young Outlaws MC’s problems, bridges are built, and compromises made. However, Brick knows that secrets and truths need to be exposed, but not before the stage is set, the scene played out and the deed is finally done. Because there is one thing that all the Gunner brothers are seeking, and that is VENGEANCE. Vengeance is the final instalment of the YOMC trilogy. GET THE SERIES HERE! UNLAWFUL Young Outlaws MC book #1 £0.99/$0.99 Link: mybook.to/YOMC1 JUSTICE Young Outlaws MC book #2 £2.99/$2.99 Link: mybook.to/YOMC2 VENGEANCE Young Outlaws MC book #3 £3.99/$3.99 Link: mybook.to/YOMC3 Meet the Author T.L Wainwright lives in Leeds, West Yorkshire, England with her long-suffering husband and daughter. She loves nothing more than curling up with her kindle or stroking and petting her every growing collection of signed paperbacks. By day, works as export manager. By night, a writer of hot and saucy romances, some a little dark, but each with angst, humour and a whole lot of sexy stuff. Lots of alpha males and strong women. T.L loves everything that the book world has to offer including the charismatic fans, bloggers and authors who continue to amaze her. Writing and publishing her work has been a total revelation. Her motto... Dreams Are Real, Imagination A Necessity - Love to Read. Live to Write. T.L even has the tattoo to prove it. FB Author page: https://m.facebook.com/TL-Wainwright-137891269903535 Amazon Author page: https://www.amazon.co.uk/T.L-Wainwright/e/B012PBC6GC Twitter: @wainwright_tl Instagram: wainwright.tl Bookbub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/t-l-wainwright Website: https://ttdwainwright.wixsite.com/naughty Email: ttdwainwright@gmail.com Facebook reader group. TL Wainwright’s all things naughty. https://www.facebook.com/groups/1538015743160964/ Newsletter: http://eepurl.com/b1q22HIz |