Title: Riding Wrong
Series: Steel Titans MC #2
Author: Franca Storm
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: June 25, 2020
Blurb
Cole Taylor is the top enforcer for the Steel Titans MC.
Their most loyal soldier.
Their go-to for dealing out pain, punishment and justice.
A formidable deterrent to enemies far and wide.
Turning rage into power makes him an unstoppable force.
Until heâs sent on a mission to HER.
Natasha âNightshadeâ Ireland.
A well-known troublemaker, hated by the club.
An old flame heâs never been able to forget.
A shocking revelation ups the stakes for them like never before.
Itâs time to take a stand.
Time to risk it all.
Time to put something ahead of the club.
Heâll wage a war to make it happen.
To protect her.
To claim her.
To finally bring her into his world.
Heâs not letting her go this time.
No matter the cost.
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Excerpt
âGoing somewhere, firecracker?â
I slapped my hand over my heart, trying to catch my breath and curb the wave of adrenaline shooting through me, as I looked up into the mesmerizing slate-gray eyes of Cole Taylor.
âFuck, Cole,â I choked. âCouldnât you have knocked?â
âSo you could hightail it out an alternate exit? I donât fucking think so.â
I went to reach for my bag, but he kicked it away across the carpet.
âCole, stop it!â I cried, rushing over to it.
His large hard grasped my wrist, stopping me. I tried to jerk free, but he was too strong. He leaned down, grasped my hips and dropped me in the middle of my queen-size bed. As I scrambled to right myself amongst the over-abundance of pillows arranged neatly on top of the purple silk sheets, he climbed on, crawling up my body until he straddled me. With barely any effort, he had me incapacitated, his big hands confining my wrists, his thighs trapping my legs.
âI hate you!â I screamed, bucking beneath him in a fit of frustration.
âIf only that was true. Itâd make things easier on both of us.â
I stilled. âIs that want you want?â
He squeezed his eyes shut.
When he opened them again, all I could see was pain. âDonât drag me down that road again, Tasha.â
How could I not? âIâm sick of being stuck in this⦠limbo.â I blew out a breath. âYou either want me, or you donât.â
His free hand slid deep into my thick, raven hair as he leaned in closer, his eyes boring into mine. âYou know how I feel about you. But, you also know that, after what you did, itâs made it impossible for me to bring you into my life, to make an official claim on you.â
âI explained things to you and you accepted it.â
He leaned in closer, his gaze drilling into mine. âSlade wants your help,â he said, blowing past my comment entirely. âThatâs why Iâm here.â
âI canât.â
âI havenât even relayed the details yet.â
I turned my head to the side. âYou made a wasted trip. I canât, no matter what it is.â
âWhat are you so afraid of, Tasha? Iâll protect you. You know that. Fuck, if you cooperate with him, Slade will protect you with everything at his disposal.â
âLike he was able to protect the love of his life?â I snapped vehemently, his comment about protecting me hitting a nerve. Didnât he get that it was the other way around? I was protecting him.
As usual, Cole snapped to Sladeâs defense immediately. âHe was utterly blindsided back then. Way younger and inexperienced. Heâs been through a lot, done a lot, since then. Heâs no fool. The guy knows his shit. No oneâs been able to come at him and live to tell the tale since.â
âToo little, too late,â I muttered.
His eyes narrowed, hating the dig at his almighty president, the disrespect I was demonstrating. Talk about an extreme case of hero worship. Slade Mitchell really could do no wrong in Coleâs eyes. The asshole had him wrapped around his little finger. And, damn, Cole Taylor was a hell of a formidable soldier to have at his side. His reputation was something else. He was as much revered as he was feared. I didnât doubt that Slade had been well aware of that when heâd brought him into the Steel Titans fold.
âFuck,â I groused. âJust get off me and get the hell out.â
He didnât move or give an inch.
âCole!â I cried, thrashing beneath him and trying to break his hold. It was useless. He was an impenetrable force. All power and hard muscle.
âStop moving,â he ground out.
I took him in. His jaw was tight, his body majorly tense. His expressive eyes were flashing in warning.
Oh.
Instead of doing what he asked, I ran with the opportunity he was unwittingly offering up, making the decision to poke the proverbial bear, rather than to sate it. I had to get him off me. I had to get him out of here.
I held his heated gaze as I undulated beneath him. His breath hitched as my pussy rubbed against his dick. His rock-hard dick.
âTasha,â he cautioned.
I grinned.
And then I played to his weakness, sweeping my tongue over my top lip, slow and sensual.
âFuck,â he groused.
My plan to push him far enough so that heâd bolt away backfired spectacularly when his mouth crashed against mine.
I choked from the sheer ferocity of it.
His hands left my arms and sank into the depths of my thick hair, grabbing fistfuls of it.
He tugged it roughly as he ground against me, grunting and rutting like an animal and delivering a hard, punishing kiss.
I was so overcome by the explosion of intensity, that I lost myself to it for a good few moments, my good sense leaving me when I needed it the most.
Against every protest from my body, I managed to get a hold of myself, pressing my hand to Coleâs chest and easing him back enough to break our kiss. âThis is a bad idea.â
He scoffed. âBad idea?â He licked my neck, making me moan out at the delicious feel of his hot tongue teasing my skin. âThatâs what weâre all about, firecracker.â
God, itâd been weeks since Iâd held him against me, weeks since his talented hands and mouth had tended to my body, weeks since his impressive cock had satiated me in the way only he could. I wanted him so badly. I craved that connection with him. I was desperate to lose myself in him, to forget that it could never really be, that we could never really be. It was a fantasy of another life, for versions of us that werenât caught up in our twisted worlds, worlds that couldnât reconcile one another.
He was right. We were a bad idea. When we came together, when we were wrapped up in one another, consumed by our hunger for each other, it always felt so right. But to the outside world, we were⦠wrong. We didnât belong.
And I didnât want that anymore. I didnât want to be his dirty little secret.
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Succumb to a Bad Boy.
Franca writes stories about bad-boy alpha males and the tough women who turn their worlds upside down. She is best known for her motorcycle romance series, BLACK THORNS. When she's not writing, Franca enjoys watching action movies and binging on great TV series. Spending time with her lovable lab, hiking, and listening to hard rock, are her passions.
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Title: Worth The Risk Author: Shannon Davis
Genre: Romance
Release Date: June 25, 2020
Cover Designer: Cover Me Darling
Hosted by: Buoni Amici Press, LLC.
Not all fairy tales are as simple as meeting your handsome prince and living happily ever after. Nobody knows this better than Rebecca Sharp. She thought she met her prince at the tender age of eight. As their friendship grew stronger, childhood infatuation culminated into a desire for romance. But untimely circumstances shattered Rebecca’s dreams of true love and left her broken and alone. A fresh start was the only way she could close the door to her painful past. Now, harboring a dark secret, Rebecca has returned home to attend her ten-year class reunion, mostly to prove she isn’t afraid to see Jackson again.
Jackson Strickland had his own secrets, but his love for Rebecca wasn’t one of them. Tormented by the memories of the only girl he ever loved, his life spiraled out of control. When Rebecca unexpectedly returns, his life is shaken even more. No longer the young girl he remembered, she was a strong and beautiful woman. Despite his bitterness, he can’t resist her or the fire in his heart that’s been smoldering for the past ten years. But secrets from his past still haunt him and danger looms as a killer lurks.
Will they be able to overcome their past and risk everything for love?
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Shannon Davis grew up in Northwest Florida where she developed a love of writing as a young girl, keeping countless diaries and notebooks filled with short stories. After college, she followed her love of mathematics and became a high school math teacher. She retired from the classroom after nearly three decades to pursue her lifelong dream of writing.
A military wife and mother of three college-aged children, she and her husband reside in Georgia with their three dogs and four cats. When she is not writing, Shannon enjoys traveling, baking, and outdoor activities. An avid reader of women’s fiction and love stories, she is a sucker for happy endings. Her love of the south coupled with romance is evident in her debut novel, Worth the Risk.
Title: Before I Die
Author: Nikki Ash
Genre: Standalone Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: All By Design
Release Date: July 9, 2020
Blurb
Things I want to do before I die:
Go to a club
Get drunk
Kiss a stranger
Iâm drowning. Trapped beneath my motherâs expectations. Suffocated by my religious upbringing.
My life has been full of well-crafted decisionsânone of them made by me.
On the outside I play by the rules, but on the inside... I have dreams. A list. A tattered scrap of paper tucked away from the world, only I know about.
Some items were easy to check off. Others, though, will require me to take a huge leap out of my comfort zone.
One night changes everything. While at the club for my birthday, so I could check off another item on my list, I did something I never imagined I would have the guts to do: I got drunk and kissed a stranger.
What I wasn't prepared for was how that one kiss would change the course of my life, making me realize life is more than a list to be checked off. Itâs about living in the moment so you donât miss the ones not on the listâthe ones you didnât even know you wanted.
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"This is a return to the Kandi Steiner of 2016 who brought us Weightless and A Love Letter to Whiskey. Prepare for the burn." -- Author Sarah E. Green Make Me Hate You, an angsty, emotional stand-alone romance from bestselling author, Kandi Steiner,is LIVE!
If he kisses me right now, I’ll drown. Every sip of air is shallow and burning, because in the arms of my best friend’s brother, I’m the closest I’ve ever been to sin. His eyes flick to my lips, and I remember the first time I tasted him, seven years ago before I left this town and vowed never to return. His hands grip my waist, and I remember the pain when he rejected me, when my entire world crashed down at his command. His jaw clenches, and my senses come alive with one stinging reminder. I’m not his to kiss, and he’s not mine. I tried to stay away from Tyler Wagner, putting an entire country between us. But when his sister’s wedding brings us back to the same town, to the same house, I can’t avoid him, no matter how hard I try. He’s always there, his dark eyes bewitching, luring me into their depths. The memory of us pulls me under like a rip current, and when he flashes that smile, I lose my breath, along with my will, unable to escape his grip and find the surface. Now, hours before our plus ones arrive for the wedding, I’m in his arms, begging him to make me hate him, knowing he never could. If he kisses me right now, I’ll drown. And I’ll take him down with me. Make Me Hate You is a best friend's brother romance that will have you on the edge of your seat from start to finish. Get your copy today!
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Seven miles and an hour later, and all the anxiety I’d felt the night before was completely gone. At least, until I rounded the foyer into the kitchen and saw I wasn’t the only one up early on Sunday morning. Tyler sat at the kitchen island, still in his navy blue sweat pants and simple white t-shirt, with one foot planted on the ground and the other hooked casually on the lower bar of his stool. His hair was an absolute disaster, the boyish waves sticking up this way and that. He had both hands wrapped around a mug of hot tea, his eyes focused on the iPad he had propped up in front of him, and BlueTooth headphones in his ears. At first, he didn’t notice me, and I slowed my steps, standing silently at the entry of the kitchen and watching him. I’d done everything I could last night to avoid his gaze, to not look at him, and now that I had a stolen moment to observe, I found my chest tightening again, my mouth dry and sticky. His brown eyes were hidden beneath bent brows, expression serious as he watched whatever was on the screen. Small lines creased the edges of his eyes — lines that weren’t there when we were kids. He’d grown into a man somehow, overnight, it seemed. Then again, it had been years. I’d seen him on social media, watched from afar as his YouTube channel took off. I’d seen pictures of him on Instagram — traveling through Europe, hiking in Australia, swimming in hot pools in Iceland. I didn’t follow him, of course, but his profile was public, which allowed me to flip through picture after picture on the nights when I was a pathetic mess. But, pictures and videos didn’t do justice to the actual man who sat studiously at that kitchen island. He was something between the boy I used to love and the man I’d never know, familiar and unreachable all at once. Tyler shook his head at something, letting out a frustrated sigh and kicking back the bar stool a little before taking a sip of his tea. His eyes flicked to me then, back to the screen, and then, he did a double take, this time fixing his gaze on me and leaving it there. Something changed in his eyes when he looked at me, like a shadow passed over them and held him captive. I was dressed in jogger shorts and a modest tank top, but from the way he watched me, I might as well have been completely naked. That’s what his gaze did to me, what it always had done. It stripped me bare.
About Kandi:Kandi Steiner is a bestselling author and whiskey connoisseur living in Tampa, FL. Best known for writing “emotional roller-coaster” stories, she loves bringing flawed characters to life and writing about real, raw romance — in all its forms. No two Kandi Steiner books are the same, and if you’re a lover of angsty, emotional, and inspirational reads, she’s your gal. An alumna of the University of Central Florida, Kandi graduated with a double major in Creative Writing and Advertising/PR with a minor in Women’s Studies. She started writing back in the 4th grade after reading the first Harry Potter installment. In 6th grade, she wrote and edited her own newspaper and distributed it to her classmates. Eventually, the principal caught on and the newspaper was quickly halted, though Kandi tried fighting for her “freedom of press.” She took particular interest in writing romance after college, as she has always been a die-hard hopeless romantic, and likes to highlight all the challenges of love as well as the triumphs. When Kandi isn’t writing, you can find her reading books of all kinds, talking with her extremely vocal cat, and spending time with her friends and family. She enjoys live music, traveling, anything heavy in carbs, beach days, movie marathons, craft beer, and sweet wine — not necessarily in that order.
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Hunter
-- EXCERPT: The music thumped in Hunter Thomson’s ears and throbbed pleasantly against his skin. He drummed a hand lightly against his arm as he waited for his order, his fingers matching the beat of the pop song blaring from the club’s speakers. He flashed a smile at the girl who brought him his beer, turned, and leaned his back against the bar. His gaze roamed the dance floor a few feet from where he stood. It was packed with hot, writhing men. A dry smile curved his lips as he brought the bottle to his mouth and took a sip of the cold beverage. Well, hot writhing men is what I came here for. His eyes found the couple on the far left of the sunken stage. Hunter’s smile turned into a full-blown grin. Irritation danced briefly on Tristan Hart’s face when he met Hunter’s amused stare. The man working up a sweat against Tristan seemed oblivious to their exchange; Dan Flynn was already on his fourth drink and focused on his mission for the night. Which was apparently to get in Tristan’s pants and ride him till the cows came home. Hunter could tell from the subtle way Tristan was avoiding full body contact with Dan that he wasn’t interested. He knew Tristan would never have accepted Dan’s invitation had he known the guy would start hitting on him the moment they walked through the doors of the hottest new gay club in L.A. The fact that Dan had told him to bring a friend to the opening night had evidently lured Tristan into thinking his client wasn’t interested in him. Hunter could hardly blame the poor man. With his quiet brown eyes, rugged good looks, and muscular, tattooed body, Tristan was a picture of understated masculinity. Not only was he hot, his ability to fix any motorbike and sports cars that landed in his garage made him one of the most sought-after mechanics in the state. It also regularly brought a line of men and women to his door who wanted to get his hands on more than just their hoods. All evidence pointed to the fact that Tristan’s latest client was one such man. Unfortunately for Dan, the sexy mechanic made it a rule never to mix business with pleasure. Had Hunter not known Tristan since they were practically in diapers, he might have been tempted to have a taste of the guy himself. Except we’re both tops, so that would definitely not have worked out. Hunter let his gaze wander over the crowded club. It wasn’t everyday he came to L.A. for a night on the town and he was determined to make the most of it. Having two of his close friends recently get shacked up had made him antsy. It had also been a few months since he’d hooked up with anyone and he very much wanted to come somewhere other than his own hand tonight. Besides, I have a reputation to keep up. I can’t be Twilight Falls’ most notorious bad boy when I haven’t seen any action other than my own fingers lately. A man caught Hunter’s interest a moment later. Blond, blue eyes. A body that showed he liked to work out. The stranger’s mouth curved up as he studied Hunter from where he stood amidst a large group, his expression telling Hunter he liked what he was seeing too. Hunter’s lips tilted in an answering smile. Someone stepped in his line of sight. Hunter shifted to try and catch the blond’s attention. The man blocking his view moved too. Irritation darted through Hunter. The guy looming over him was wearing neatly pressed cream chinos, a navy shirt with a red-rimmed collar that matched his two tone dress shoes, and a dark blue blazer. The top three buttons of the shirt were open, exposing an expanse of toned, tanned flesh. “Can I get through?” Hunter blinked. The man’s voice was like whisky poured over rough velvet. He looked up and met a pair of arresting hazel eyes set in a chiseled face blessed by the gods. The man arched an elegant eyebrow, his expression patient and seemingly heedless of the interested stares he was drawing. He had a good couple of inches on Hunter’s own six foot-two. “The bar?” the stranger added slowly, as if addressing a dimwit. Hunter flushed and stepped away from the counter. “Er, sure.” The man’s cologne filled Hunter’s nose as he slipped past and took his place. He smelled of pine and evergreens, like the forests of Twilight Falls. Hunter stared at the stranger’s wide back. It was clear from his charismatic appearance and expensive clothes that he was loaded. A hand landed on Hunter’s shoulder, startling him. He looked around. It was the blond he’d been eyeing up. “Hey,” the guy said warmly. “Hey, yourself,” Hunter replied with a smile, firmly squashing his burgeoning interest for the man at the bar. He’s not my type, anyway. The blond indicated the sunken stage. “Wanna dance?” A teasing grin lit up Hunter’s. “I gotta warn you. I have killer moves. Think you can keep up?” The blond chuckled. He leaned in and whispered hotly in Hunter’s left ear. “I’ve got some killer moves on my own.” Hunter’s dick perked with interest as the blond’s breath washed across his skin. The guy took his hand and led him to the dance floor. Three songs and another beer later and Hunter was feeling buzzed. He and the blond had definite sexual chemistry; he could tell he would be coming in the guy’s hand, mouth, or ass tonight. “Wanna go somewhere quieter?” Hunter followed the blond’s gaze. He was looking at a dimly-lit corridor leading to the restrooms. Hunter masked a frown. He’d hoped they’d be going back to the hotel he and Tristan had booked for the night. A quickie in a public toilet wasn’t really his thing. “It’s not what you’re thinking,” the blond said mysteriously, as if he’d guessed Hunter’s thoughts. Hunter arched an eyebrow. “It’s not?” The blond grabbed his arm. “Come on.” Hunter scanned the club for Tristan as he headed for the restrooms with the blond. He found his best friend with his inebriated client at the bar on the other side of the floor. Tristan caught his eyes. “Everything okay?” he mouthed. Hunter nodded and gave him a reassuring wave. The club’s washrooms were stark and clean. They were also thankfully empty bar a handful of men. One of them was the blond’s friend, a guy with dark hair and eyes. “You brought him,” the man said with a grin. A sinking feeling blossomed in the pit of Hunter’s stomach at his expression. “What’s going on?” Hunter asked the blond guardedly. Blondie smiled at him, his face relaxed despite Hunter’s cool tone. “We thought you’d be a good fit for us.” Hunter suppressed a grimace. Great. He studied the dark-haired guy. “Are you his partner?” “I am.” “I’m sorry, but I’m not into threesomes,” Hunter said gruffly. Blondie trailed a teasing hand down Hunter’s chest all the way to the buckle of his jeans and beyond. “Are you sure? ‘Cause you look pretty turned on to me.” Hunter grabbed Blondie’s wrist as he stroked his way back up his erection. “I was, when I thought it’d be just you.” The door to the restrooms opened. Hunter swallowed a curse when he saw the guy who entered. It was Hazel Eyes from the bar. The man stopped and looked at them curiously. “Am I interrupting?” Hunter recovered his senses first. “No, you aren’t.” He turned to Blondie and his partner. “Like I said, I’m not interested.” Blondie pouted. “That’s a shame. I was really looking forward to having a sex sandwich with you.” Hunter stared, not certain he’d heard right. “Excuse me?” Hazel Eyes turned away and started washing his hands at the sink, but not before Hunter caught the sparkle of amusement in his gaze. “You know, where one of us fucks your mouth while the other pounds your ass,” Blondie explained blithely. Hunter’s jaw dropped open. He caught a glimpse of Hazel Eyes’s reflection in the mirror above the row of sinks. The guy’s lips were pinched tight and his shoulders were shaking slightly. Outrage shot through Hunter. Is that asshole laughing at me?! “I’m sorry to disappoint you,” he told Blondie and his partner icily once he’d regained his composure, “again. But I’m a top, so nobody is going anywhere near my ass.” Blondie’s eyes widened. “Oh, wow.” He paused, a moue twisting his mouth. “Are you sure? ‘Cause you kinda give off a bottom feel.” “Positive,” Hunter growled. “Oh well, your loss, I suppose,” Blondie murmured. “Come on, Jeff, let’s get out of here.” Hunter watched wordlessly as the pair exited the restrooms. He blew out a sigh, raked a hand through his hair, and headed for the door. “You sure you should be going out like that?”
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Title: You're the Reason
Author: J. Nathan
Genre: Enemies-to-Lovers Romance
Release Date: June 24, 2020
Blurb
Welcome to Crestwood University...
Where smiles conceal secrets.
Gossip runs rampant.
And everyone hides the truth.
Sophia Galloway has no idea what sheâs walking
into when she transfers to Crestwood University.
Returning to Texas was her only goal.
But nothing could prepare her for stepping foot
on a campus where no one is what they seem.
In a world where frat guys think they can do no wrong.
And sorority presidents think they run the show.
Sophiaâs about to find out what happens when she
unknowingly crosses the wrong guy,
pisses off the wrong sorority sister,
and refuses to play by anyone elseâs rules.
A life will be lost.
Lies will be told.
Hearts will be broken.
And secrets...well secrets are meant to be revealed.
Is there anyone she can trust?
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Excerpt
I heard footsteps behind me and realized Iâd failed to elude him.
âWhat are you doing?â Chase asked, his hands gripping the straps on his backpack.
âYou know what Iâm doing.â
He released one of his straps and slipped his hand into mine.
My eyes shot down to where his big hand was linked with mine. I clenched my teeth. âLet go.â
He shook his head as I tried releasing my hand.
âSo, itâs been you all along?â I said.
âWhat?â
âThe one I need to be careful of.â
He scoffed, before leading me away from the elevator.
âWhat the hell are you doing?â I asked, trying to resist him but he was too strong.
He said nothing.
My eyes shot around. There was no one around to help me if I screamed. Iâd seen enough movies to know you never go to a second location with your kidnapper.
He moved us through the high shelves filled with old books until we were in a deserted corner of the library.
My heartbeat thrashed as he backed me into a wall, my backpack softening the hard wall behind me. His hands landed on the wall above me and he kept me still with the weight of his body.
âYou are the most infuriating girl Iâve ever met,â he said, his blue eyes staring into mine.
As nervous as I felt, I wouldnât let him see my fear. âThen let me go and you never have to see me again.â
âOh, I wish it were that simple.â
I swallowed around the lump that had shot to my throat.
âI canât stop thinking about you, Soph.â
My eyes widened.
âAnd itâs driving me fucking crazy.â
Author Bio
J. Nathan is the author of new adult and sports romances with cocky heroes and sassy heroines. When she's not writing, she's a total romance junkie! Add an alpha male who's unlikable in the beginning...even better. She loves guys in backward hats, country music, the summertime, and her amazing family and friends.
“Lexi Blake is a master at sexy, thrilling romance!” —Jennifer Probst, New York Times bestselling author
Charmed, an all-new novella in the must read and unforgettable Masters and Mercenaries series by New York Times bestselling author Lexi Blake, is available now!
From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Lexi Blake comes a new story in her Masters and Mercenaries series… JT Malone is lucky, and he knows it. He is the heir to a billion-dollar petroleum empire, and he has a loving family. Between his good looks and his charm, he can have almost any woman he wants. The world is his oyster, and he really likes oysters. So why does it all feel so empty? Nina Blunt is pretty sure she’s cursed. She worked her way up through the ranks at Interpol, fighting for every step with hard work and discipline. Then she lost it all because she loved the wrong person. Rebuilding her career with McKay-Taggart, she can’t help but feel lonely. It seems everyone around her is finding love and starting families. But she knows that isn’t for her. She has vowed never to make the mistake of falling in love again. JT comes to McKay-Taggart for assistance rooting out a corporate spy, and Nina signs on to the job. Their working relationship becomes tricky, however, as their personal chemistry flares like a wildfire. Completing the assignment without giving in to the attraction that threatens to overwhelm them seems like it might be the most difficult part of the job. When danger strikes, will they be able to count on each other when the bullets are flying? If not, JT’s charmed life might just come to an end. Download your copy today exclusively on Amazon
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Add CHARMED to Goodreads: https://bit.ly/2WRMJye Excerpt “If I’d had drink number four, would we be here?” Nina was curious. She’d had more than one man try to ply her with drink to get what he wanted. It never worked, but she wanted to understand his reasoning.He stared at her for a moment as though assessing the situation and then he leaned against the wall. “No. I would have made sure you got back to your room, but I don’t know your threshold. I have zero interest in coaxing you with liquor. I would far rather know you wanted me and not some random guy to forget your troubles with. And I didn’t want to get drunk either. Three’s a good limit for me. I don’t need anything to dull this experience.” He was forthright. She liked that quite a bit, and he hadn’t had a fourth drink either. He’d been perfectly in control. Another thing she liked. She couldn’t exactly come out and tell him she would very much enjoy it if he dominated her sexually. Or could she? “But I am trying to forget my troubles. That doesn’t mean I don’t want you in particular. If you hadn’t been in the bar this evening, I would have settled for a book.” His lips curled up in the sexiest smile. “What kind of book?” “Romance.” Somehow she didn’t think he would be derisive. Some people had contempt for the genre, but they were usually the ones who could use it the most. He moved in, his hand coming up to brush a stray hair off her cheek, tucking it behind her ear. “I like the sound of that. It’s your turn to tell me something. What would the hero of that book you would have read do right now?” He’d backed her against the wall, but not in a way that felt threatening. He was taller than she was and loomed over her, his broad shoulders blocking most of her line of sight. She was still in her heels and for most men that put her at eye level or taller. Not with this one. It was nice to look up to a man for once. “I think he would invite her back to his room where they wouldn’t shock anyone who happens to walk down the hallway.” He watched her like he was studying something fascinating, something he wanted desperately to learn. “I happen to know there are only two rooms on this floor, and I saw the couple in the other room go upstairs a few hours ago. They seemed like they were ready for sleep. Not that older couples can’t party the night away, too, but they didn’t seem like the type. So we don’t have to worry about anyone catching us, though I’ll be honest, I wouldn’t be ashamed to get caught touching you.” He was pushing all her buttons. The good kind. The kind that got her in trouble.
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Now what? Everything has changed, and not for the better. The not-so-perfect life I had as VP is gone, along with the team that’s been by my side each step of my political journey. Every move I make, every breath and thought, now affects millions, and the weight wears me down without Trey as a welcomed distraction. They tell me war is coming, and I’m the one who has to stop it. But how is the question no one can answer. Past enemies lurk in the shadows while new ones hide in plain sight, stalking, watching, and waiting for the right moment to take me out. I need Trey back. I need them all by my side and ready to fight for me. Can I undo the mess that my predecessor left in his wake, or will I break under the burden to save the world? No pressure, right? Power Surge is the fourth book in the five-book Power Play series and is a continuation of Randi and Trey’s epic love story. The books in this series cannot be read as standalones. All five books follow one main couple's relationship as it grows through a five-year time period. It's suspenseful, steamy, and oh so unputdownable. If you're a fan of Tiffany Snow, Meghan March, and Skye Warren, then this series is for YOU! Add POWER SURGE to your TBR!Get your copy of POWER SURGE on Amazon!
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Eighth Circle.
Fraud.
Also known as Gabriel Dane.
He is a ray of sunshine that warms your heart with kind eyes and a dazzling smile.
Don’t let him fool you with that silver tongue or lure you in with a body that draws every woman’s eye.
This man is fluent in deception and a devil who only offers pretty lies.
Gabriel is my old nemesis.
I'm the girl that always fought back.
He has every reason to hate me as much as I hate him.
Now that he found me, he’s determined to make me pay for our past.
Except, there are two small details Gabriel doesn’t know that will be his ultimate downfall:
There are no rules when it comes to our war.
And I've learned to lie just as good as him.
***Each novel in the series depicts a unique romance, but the plots through each book connect in one world. For the best experience, read the series in order.
Nine dangerous men. Nine unrepentant sinners. Nine irresistible manipulators.
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Lily White is a bestselling author who likes to dabble on the dark side of romance. She is most known for her Masters Series, Target This, Wishing Well, and The Five.
When she isn’t writing as Lily White you can find other books by her under M.S. Willis where she has penned the Control Series, the Estate Series, and Because of Ellison (contemporary romance).
Lily enjoys stretching her writing muscles by continuing to challenge herself with each book she publishes.
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With the same trademark atmospheric settings, relatable characters and cute canines that made several of her cozy mysteries #1 Amazon US and Canada bestsellers in multiple categories, Vivian Conroy pens romance as Viv Royce, creating heartthrob heroes ranging from rugged pilots to royals reluctant to believe in true love who meet their match in that girl next door or the co-worker with the business ideas exactly opposing their own – happy endings guaranteed! When not frequenting fictional worlds, Viv loves to hike (especially in the mountains), craft with paper, felt and clay, and hunt for the perfect cheesecake. Quite active on Twitter, she's the founder of #HistFicChat, a live Twitter chat about historical fiction, featuring authors like Kate Quinn, Anna Lee Huber and Susan Spann, and would love for readers to follow her and connect via @VivWrites.
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Prince Nicolas is looking for a priceless royal heirloom. Trying to stay under the radar, he keeps that he’s a prince secret—especially from the cute antiques dealer he asks to help him. The longer it takes, the more time they get to spend together, though no matter how attracted he is to Lizzie, love is certainly not an option for the heir to the crown of Belfort.
Lizzie Cates fled her family’s new-found fame and fortune because life in the spotlight wasn’t for her. She loves her small town, where the most exciting thing on the schedule is the car parade for the Fourth of July. That’s just how she likes it, until Nicolas comes along. Lizzie finds herself falling for the caring man who craves the country and small-town life as much as she does.
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Add to GoodreadsExcerpt: Bill, the local deputy, who was a regular at her shop, had warned her just the other day that there had been several burglaries and thefts from cars lately, even in broad daylight. “When you’re at work somewhere, you watch out,” he had said. “And if you don’t trust the situation, give me a call. Better safe than sorry, I say.” She shivered and checked that her phone was still in her pocket. Yes. There it was. Touching it calmed her nerves a little. It was her only connection with other people. At this remote house there was no one around to hear her if she cried out for help. No one to come to her aid. Grant was coming over later today to help her put the bigger items, like the sideboard and a dressing table, into the van, but he wouldn’t be here for hours. Until then, she was on her own. She took a deep breath and tried not to listen to the eerie silence of the empty house. It’s okay. Nothing happened before when I was working somewhere alone, and nothing will happen today. She stepped out of the front door into the blinding light of a hot June day. She narrowed her eyes against the sunshine which pierced right into her brain. She had to blink a few times to see everything clearly. The bright yellow van she had rented to move the larger objects from the house sat in the driveway. A figure stood beside it. A tall, dark-haired man in a blue shirt and jeans. He was looking at the van’s closed side door, as if wondering how to get inside. Then, with two determined strides, he moved to the passenger side and looked through the window. This sudden sight made her heart rate shoot up. What is this guy doing? Why is he here? She clutched the statuette tighter and stared at him. Was it someone she knew? No, his broad shoulders seemed unfamiliar to her and, when he turned his head to look at the house’s garage, his profile didn’t ring a bell either. She couldn’t heave a sigh of relief that it was an acquaintance from Wood Creek who had come over to ask if he could have first look-see at some prize pieces before she put them up for sale. This was a complete stranger. A physically fit stranger who showed a great deal of interest in this house where she was working all alone. At that thought, he turned his head to her. Her breath caught. He had a strong face with a chiseled jaw, deep brown eyes which looked rather pensive, and a determined mouth that curved up in a hesitant smile. She had never seen such a handsome man. But hadn’t she read somewhere that con men were often good-looking, smooth-talking guys? She should be wary. She took a step back and asked, “What do you want?” “Good morning,” he called out, raising a hand as if to fend off the hostility edging her question. “Is this the cottage of Mrs. Landers?” He had a warm, deep voice with a light accent. Maybe French? “Yes.” She didn’t say that Mrs. Landers had died. Maybe he didn’t know and… He could be some distant relative who was just stopping by to see her. Maybe he was looking at the van because he was surprised to find something like that in the driveway of a frail old lady who didn’t drive anymore. Still, her uneasy feeling lingered, and nerves wriggled in her stomach. Nerves about his sudden appearance, nothing to do with his looks. “Good. I uh...” He hesitated. Someone who told lies for a living should be more self-assured. Didn’t they rehearse their stories in advance? And this slight hesitation made him more sympathetic. She wanted to take a step toward him and ask if she could help him. But wouldn’t that be exactly how he’d want her to respond if he couldn’t be trusted? Bill had looked so serious when he’d warned her about the recent thefts. I’d be crazy to fall for a friendly smile and lose property that isn’t mine.
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