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Title: IT’S NOT OVERAuthor: Grahame ClaireGenre: Contemporary RomanceRelease Day: August 3thAbout It’s Not Over:Daniel
I have two lives.
One with the woman who owns me. The other tied to a past I can’t escape.
For eight years, I kept them separate, knowing one day their collision was inevitable.
That day has come.
She’ll have to accept it.
It’s over.
Vivian
He has two lives.
A beautiful one with me. Another shrouded in ugly secrets.
It didn’t matter, until now.
I don’t know why he’s destroyed us,
But fighting for him will be the battle of my life.
It’s not over.
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Title: Not So Wicked: A Fairytale Fantasy
Author: Billie Dale
Genre: Fairytale Romantic Comedy
Release Date: July 19, 2018 Cover Design: Ginger (ginger@hiddengemsbooks.com)
No, get your mind out of the gutter. Not THAT kind of horny.
I'm talking about the horns on my head. It doesn't matter how I try to disguise them with updo’s and headscarves; they're two permanent, pointy reminders of my parentage - a feisty Fairy Godmother for a mom, and a towering ogre with poor impulse control for a dad.
I can’t help stand out even as I try desperately to blend in.
And now I've gone and turned into a Big Bad.
My heart is in tatters, and I've turned the man I love from sexy stud into a sad sack.
And the worst part?
Despite everything I've done to him, Stefan's still willing to fight to find our Happy Ever After and he’s determined to prove there’s a halo held up by my horns!
Author’s Note:
Not So Wicked is full length sexy fairytale. Ever wonder what would happen if Maleficent and Ursula were best friends? Find out with this romantic comedy stand-alone.
*Each book in the Fairytale Fantasy series can be read by itself.
He leans toward me, his lips at my ear, “I love you. Always,” he whispers, the words vibrating from my eardrum to my chest where a hopeful heat kills me even more.
“Y-y-you need to move on,” again the words filling my mouth with bile, but I keep it hidden.
“As you wish,” he responds turning away from me.
Reaching out I grip his hand, reveling in the familiar electric current from his touch.
“Did you just Pretty in Pink and The Princess Bride me?” I ask realizing where I’d heard the words he spoke.
A small tug pulls up one side of his mouth, “I did. I’m going now to grab my old boom box to hold up outside your house while screaming ‘nobody puts Mal in a corner’ and leaning against a red Porsche across the road so when the cars clear you’ll see me standing there.”
My mouth gapes open. He’s prepared to act out every eighties movie I love. I’m stunned, my mind racing, he pushes me back into the house. His hands on my hips bleeding fire through my shirt.
“I can’t sleep, I can’t eat. Hell, breathing hurts, Mallory. I. Love. You. There never will be another woman for me,” he aligns his forehead with mine, “We can make this work. We have to cause I will not survive another day without you in it.”
Billie Dale lives in no-where middle earth. Lost in a small village in the Midwest with four kids, three animals and an amazing, word inspiring book boyfriend worthy husband.
A blogger by nature and a writer because she got tired of arguing with the voices in her head. She loves and lives the words on the page, whether writing them or reading them her life is consumed by the worlds her head creates. Her greatest wish is that readers will fall in love with her words as much as she loves writing them and as much as she loves reading others. She loves to create new worlds to explore and loves to write words that will take root in you soul. Paranormal, New Adult, Romantic Comedy, Contemporary — there is not one box she fits in. She’s a rebel in the author world who writes what her head tells her even it jumps from genre to genre. Join my readers group on Facebook: Billie’s Book Babes https://www.facebook.com/groups/184646949232846
Title: Ruffles & Beaus
Author: Carina Adams
Genre: NA Romance/Love Triangle
Every girl who dances on a pole has a story to tell, one that led her to the stage. My last year of college was set to be the best yet. Only a few months stood between me and the life of my dreams. Until my manager was arrested for embezzlement, our department was wiped out, and everything fell apart.
I needed a job. I was willing to do anything to pay for school, hoping to simply survive. Desperate, I joined Soirée, the private party company that offered something no other did.
I wasn’t prepared for Roman, the boss who thought I was helpless and hated me as much as I detested him. Or, his best friend Reid, who assumed I was tougher than I was and pursued me in a way no one else ever had.
I never used a pole, yet I took my clothes off as men cheered. My past didn’t lead me there, though.
My story began with the secrets I told as I fell in love with two very different men.
And continued with the lies I weaved to keep us all from breaking.
Prologue
Ruffles
In most books and movies, the back half of a strip club is a dingy, dark, and dirty place with pint sized dressing rooms off creepy halls littered with debris. Entertainers are paid to shake their ass, smile pretty, and keep their mouth shut. They’re told to feel lucky to have a safe space to change out of their costume, let alone have clean water to wipe the stage paint from their face and the grime from their bodies.
Those fictional places were nothing compared to this.
Glancing around the cheerful area one more time, I felt like a famous A-list celebrity waiting in her private trailer between takes. Not only did I have my own dressing room–with four solid walls and a locking door–my street clothes hung in a real closet and big bright lights-the kinds old Hollywood starlets used-surrounded my mirrors.
Expensive designer makeup lined the table in front of me, my phone had been synced with a speaker, playing calming melodies to help me relax, and the rest of my costumes filled the rolling rack behind me, waiting for their turn. To someone who didn’t know me well, it looked like I had everything I needed. A quick glance around this room and you’d think I was all set to go put on one hell of a show, dance my ass off, and have tons of fun.
It couldn't have been further from the truth. A major piece of me, one that I’d had at every performance so far, my security blanket, was missing. My fingertips tightened over the arms of the chair, manicured nails sinking into the faded padding, as I tried to keep the panic at bay. I didn't know how to do this.
Canceling wasn't an option either.
If I walked out front right now, I’d find accent lights giving the elevated stage a mysterious glow, buff bartenders in sleeveless button-down shirts pouring drinks quickly from behind the bar that ran along the entire length of the room, and waitresses dressed in black booty shorts and tightly-tied corsets taking orders and flirting their way to great tips as they flittered around the hundreds of anxious men–and few dozen excited women– who sat scattered throughout the open space. It would appear to be business as usual, just another day in the most visited burlesque club in Boston.
Tonight was anything but a normal evening in this joint, though. Ruffles McGee, Madam Sparkles, Peaches Anne Cream, Violet Tendencies, and Glitters Galore were making their large venue debut. For one night, and one night only, the most sought after private party entertainers in New England were going big–and bigger was better. At least that’s what the advertisements and billboard claimed. The dancers, who used burlesque roots with a modern twist, usually only appeared at exclusive, invitation only events that booked months in advance, so it came as no surprise when tickets for their show at Sway had sold out in mere minutes.
What the people in the other room didn’t know was that tonight was my last dance. I’d agreed to perform before my life fell apart, ready to go out with a bang, and would never back out at the eleventh hour, no matter how nervous or scared I felt. People depended on me.
That didn’t mean I wanted to be there though. Or that the nasty troll of self-doubt hadn't reared her ugly head, taunting me, telling me that I'd flail without him.
The knock on the door wasn’t a surprise. Hell, I’d been waiting for them to come get me; the applause from the other acts told me it was almost my turn. Yet, I didn’t budge.
Waves of nausea washed over me. I didn't know what I was doing. I’d never performed in front of more than a few dozen people. And he’d always been hiding in the shadows, watching my six.
“Don’t do this, Cady.”
His voice echoed in my mind, as clear as if was standing right next to me. My breath caught and my stomach knotted so tight my back ached, a cold sweat covered my skin, and I wondered if it really was him on the other side of the door, if he’d come for me after all.
For a fleeting moment, a calmness I hadn’t experienced in weeks settled over me.
Then, memories came rushing forward. Angry shouts, accusations, weak denials filled with half-truths. My heart ached again, just like it had that night, the pain as tangible as if someone had reached into my chest and clutched the organ in an iron fist.
I heard my name, followed by another, much louder and more aggressive knock, yet I couldn’t move. It wasn’t what I wanted to be called coming from the voice I longed to hear.
It shouldn't be like this.
When the door opened, I glanced over, sure I’d turned the damn lock to keep the world out.
My eyebrows rose at Francesca, my partner in crime. Frankie always looked stunning, but now she'd stop patrons in their tracks. The makeup flawless, her adorable freckles completely hidden, and her lips painted a sexy-as-sin shade of scarlet. The sleek midnight stacked bob wig she wore highlighted her sharp cheekbones and made her seem dangerous, a force to be reckoned with.
Six-inch red pleather stiletto thigh-highs that covered shiny fishnets, clung to her legs, shaping them in a way that would make every single person in the main room want to reach out and touch her. Metallic midnight shorts peeked out from under a half buttoned white long-sleeved dress shirt that contoured to her slim body perfectly. Over it all she wore a jet black thigh-length leather trench coat that told the world she was badass, and almost dared people to mess with her.
This woman wasn’t my best friend, the one who would live in baggy athletic shorts and logoed t-shirts. This was Madam Sparkles. An alter-ego who brought even the most powerful men to their knees.
The fierce amethyst dragon-eyed contacts she wore, not to correct her vision, but to help conceal her identity, almost disappeared as she narrowed her eyes, scanning me. Emotion fleetingly warred on her face, as she tired to decide if she should scold or coddle.
She did neither.
“Wow.”
I waived in dismissal. I looked as close to my real-self as she did, but I didn't need her to point it out. Randy had gone overboard with my makeup, applying it with a too heavy hand. I was fine with the transformation. None of the patrons out front would recognize me. That’s the way I wanted it.
I only truly cared about one man.
“Did you see him?” I heard the desperation in my own voice, unable to hide it from her. “Is he out there?”
Apprehension crossed her face as she bit the inside of her cheek. “Cady,” she started slowly, her tone sad.
She didn’t need to say more. I’d known it was a gamble when we’d been given the date, yet part of me had clung to the idea that he would find a way to be there for me, the way I had always found it in me to do the right thing for him. My heart sank, the pain in my chest palpable once more. He really hadn’t come.
He’d made his choice. It wasn’t me. To him, I would never be anything more than a girl who took off her clothes for money. It didn’t matter how hypocritical that belief was, coming from him. I shook my head in an attempt to drive the horrible thought away. I’d expected more from him.
“How in the hell am I supposed to go out there? How can I possibly do this without him?”
Frankie’s brow furrowed as she crossed her arms over her chest and considered my questions. “The same way you do everything else. You get up, put one foot in front of the other, and kick ass.”
Inhaling sharply, I closed my eyes and spun my chair. When I opened them, I didn't recognize the woman staring back at me from the mirror. My typical frizzy mousy-light reddish brown mop had been styled in a sleek, soft wave, lengthened with the help of dozens of dark colored extensions. The smoky eye and contouring powder, added to the layers of foundation and creams, had transformed my face.
I might have looked like someone else on the outside, but I was still me. The awkward and introverted geek who hated to be the center of attention, yet needed to do whatever it took to finish school and get her degree. It didn’t matter what the men in the other room thought or what they said to, or about, me. This was all an illusion, the reflection had never really existed.
Unfortunately, I loved a man who struggled with that fact. It had been obvious for months that he was confused about his feelings, even though I’d clung to the hope that he cared about me as much as I did him. His absence tonight made it clear that I had been wrong.
“Fuck it.” I launched myself to my feet, smoothing my hands over the tight dark silver corset that hugged my curves, cinched my waist, and matched flawlessly with the pale gray sheer-strapped bra that both pushed my breasts together and gave them a lift. I fluffed the soft fabric of the layered navy blue and brown skirt that circled my hips, and straightened out the cascading ruffles of my hooded cape that fell to the floor behind me before I adjusted the leather cuffs around my wrists. With a deep breath, I turned to face Frankie, pure determination pumping through my veins. “Let’s go kick some ass.”
She reached for me as I approached, looping her arm through mine, and our steps synced as we made our way down the hall, stopping on the large bright neon green X that marked the spot in the wing. One of my friends worked the audience to a lighthearted beat, garnering loud hoots and obnoxious applause as she finished her routine.
Lost in memories of him, I barely noticed as Frankie nodded to someone at the edge of the curtain, and I didn’t hear one word the announcer uttered. When the lights faded and a staccato guitar and drum riff began to repeat, the entire room quieted. Led Zeppelin’s ‘Immigrant Song’ wasn’t part of my usual routine and the moment Frank recognized the tune her face paled slightly. She stiffened and gaped, her eyes burning my skin as they raked over me. I could almost read her disgusted thoughts as her gaze lingered on my meticulously planned outfit and the familiar fabric that Randy had worked tirelessly to make perfect.
My lips twisted into a sarcastic smirk as she shook her head, horrified. I lifted a shoulder, pretending not to care. He wasn’t there to see, so screw him.
I ignored the way her eyes suddenly narrowed and the sneer she gave my Nordic warrior goddess-like costume, complete with knee-high fur boots, I took an apprehensive step forward and tugged the hood over my head. He might not want me, but every single man in that room would before the night ended. He’d taught me just how easily it was to convince someone you were their entire world.
As the distinctive wail came from the speakers, I strutted out onto the stage with a swing of my hips, threw my arms into the air, and forced my thoughts away from him and the nuptials being celebrated on the other side of town, and refused to picture the man who probably looked dashing in his tux as he spun his breathtaking new bride around the ballroom, moving in only the way he did.
He might not be there to see my performance, but I carried him with me everywhere. I always would. I closed my eyes, conjuring the vision of the smile he gave only to me, and let my body move to the sound of his favorite song.
The beat transported me away and I got lost in the energy of the audience. As my hands caressed my sides and hips, and each piece of costume slowly dropped to the floor behind me, memories of how I’d gotten to that stage assaulted me. Even with the heartbreak, the happiest highs and the darkest lows, if I had the chance to do it all over, I wouldn’t change a thing.
I put my back to the audience, pulled open the last clip on my corset and glanced over my shoulder flirtatiously, before I spun the piece of fabric on a fingertip and tossed it to no one in particular. Whistles pierced the air, cheers of people who appreciated burlesque made me smile. I shimmied my shoulders and bumped my hips before covering my breasts playfully with my hands and turning, a wicked grin tugging at my lips. Slowly my gaze drifted around the room, looking for a man who needed a little extra attention.
Instead, a familiar face jumped out at me. The pair of dark eyes widened when I met them, then narrowed, filled with unbridled anger and resentment. I almost missed my step.
I ignored the pure bitterness that was aimed my way and turned back to my adoring fans, heart beating wildly. Ruffles McGee might not change a thing that had happened in the last few months because she loved her life. Cady Knowlton, on the other hand, wasn’t so sure.
An avid reader who loves epic and unconventional romance, Carina has an unhealthy obsession with Jason Statham, loves the sounds of Johnny Cash and Willie Nelson, is the crazy friend your mom warned you about, and believes one day she will go through the stones to meet Jamie Fraser.
Carina has been writing and creating characters for as long as she can remember, allowing her to fall in love with the next man of her dreams with every new story. None of which are anything like boring Prince Charming. Thankfully, fate stepped in and granted her the ultimate wish - a life full of men. Carina lives in a picturesque New England town with her husband, the man who ruined the thought of all others, and two amazing sons who always keep her on her toes.
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Title: Rivers
Author: S.L. Scott
Genre: Standalone Contemporary Romance
Release Date: July 26, 2018
Blurb
This Standalone Second Chance Rock Star Romance by New York Times Bestselling Author, S.L. Scott, will have you falling in love with Rivers Crow while introducing you to his Sexy as Sin brothers and band matesâJet, Tulsa, and Ridge.
Rivers Crow has everything he could ever needâa rock star life, more money than the devil himself, and worldwide fame. Except heâs still missing the one thing he wantsâthe girl he left behind.
Stella Fellowes has a life she doesnât wantâan unfulfilling job, debt without a ceiling, and lonely nights she spends pretending not to miss the one thing she needsâthe boy who broke her heart.
Five years later, the guitarist she once loved is back with a hit record, millions of fans, and that look in his eye that still makes her weak in the knees. Only sheâs not the same girl he once knew.
When these two star-crossed lovers come together, time starts to heal old wounds. Although sheâs compelled to look past his sins, will he be able to look past hers?
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Thereâs my girl. âYep.â I press down on the sink, hoping it doesnât fall off the wall. It looks old, so Iâm not sure it can hold my weight. But itâs getting louder in the hall, so I climb up, grabbing an exposed pipe above the window, and maneuver my legs through the opening. Good thing weâre on the ground level. Pushing off, I land on my feet in the alley and turn around. âStella?â
She peeks out and by the way her lips are twisted and her eyes are looking at the cement, sheâs nervous. âI donât want to fall.â
âIâd never let you. Not to the ground anyhow.â
For a second, she looks confused, but her brow relaxes and a small smile appears. âYouâll catch me?â
âEvery time.â
She disappears, and I can hear her climbing onto the sink. Her legs slide out the window until her ass rests on the metal sill. âReady for me, Rivers?â
âAll my life.â
âFor real,â she says, her nerves causing a slight shake to her tone. âYouâre going to catch me, right?â
âAlways.â I take her by the ass, and say, âPut your legs over my shoulders.â
âWhat? No.â
âYes. Iâve got you. Then all I have to do is back up as you slip out.â
âIâm not as light as I used to be. Are you sure you can handle me?â
I work my way under her so her legs are over my shoulders. âDonât worry about me, baby. I can handle you all right.â
Her thighs squeeze my neck. I like to think it was the name I slipped in there, but itâs probably because sheâs anxious to do this. She slips out a little more, and our eyes meet. âYouâre sure youâre ready?â
âAll you have to do is let go. I have you.â
Releasing the pipe, she ducks her head to the side while I support her back with my hands, holding her until she clears the glass. Helping her upright, my face is against the jeans that cover her vagina and sheâs squeezing my head with her legs so tight I donât know if Iâm going to live. What a sweet fucking way to die.
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Living in the capital of Texas with her family, Scott loves traveling and avocados, beaches, and cooking with her kids. She's obsessed with epic romances and loves a good plot twist. Her favorite color is blue, but she likens it more toward the sky than the emotion. Her home is filled with the welcoming symbol of the pineapple and finds surfing a challenge though she likes to think she's a pro.
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Title: Downbeat
Series: Lightning Strikes #4
Author: Jodie Larson
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: July 26, 2018
Blurb
Downbeat |n|: The first beat in a measure, often the strongest. Fame, fortune, traveling to different cities across the countryâ¦Iâm living the dream. As the drummer for the Lightning Strikes, itâs my job to hook you in and keep you coming back for more. Itâs my craft, my calling, what Iâm a master at.
Even with all that, Iâm still just a normal guy who wants to eat at food trucks and lounge on the couch, playing video games until I canât see straight. Everything was perfect. At least I thought it was, until a blonde bombshell walked into my life and made me question everything I thought I knew. I want her. I need her. Only, sheâs afraid of the spotlight, afraid of what itâll do to her and the ones she loves. The wall around her heart is keeping me out, but I know before long I will break down her barriers. She needs to know that there is more to us than what she sees, that this chemistry between us is our downbeat to forever. All the guys in the band have their happily ever after. Maybe itâs time for mine.
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He slides his hand into mine as we chase after Jayce through the arcade, watching him bounce from game to game. It doesnât bother him that he doesnât know how to play or whether heâs heard of it. If itâs available, he wants it.
âAnything you want to do?â Pax looks over, still holding my hand with no intention of letting go. A million little butterflies take off in my stomach. Being with Pax is so natural, it doesnât even phase me anymore when he does things like this, acting like two people who have known each other for years rather than weeks.
Looking over, I see a race car game that opened up. Way back when, I used to be good at these.
âRace you,â I say, dropping his hand and taking off like Iâm one of the kids. Pax laughs behind me, as does Jayce, though neither are moving fast.
âIâll help you,â Jayce says, acting like my own cheering section.
With Pax in the seat next to me, itâs hard to focus on the screen. I turn the wheel to choose my car, finally selecting one that had a good ratio of speed and acceleration.
âReady?â the computer voice says. A digital, scantily-clad woman appears on the screen between our two cars with a flag in hand and the beach behind her.
âGo!â
I stomp on the gas pedal and weave around pedestrians and other cars, trying to catch up to Pax who flew off the starting line like a pro. Damn, I may be rusty at this.
Jayceâs directions arenât helping as I hit the wall for the third time, dropping all the way to last place. Why canât this be like Mario Cart? I could really use a blue tortoiseshell right about now.
Needless to say, I didnât win. Pax leans over, cracking his knuckles as he stretches his arms out in front of him. âI thought this was going to be a challenge.â
Thatâs it. Thereâs gotta be something I can beat him at.
I look around, desperate to find something that will give me hope.
Nothing. I suck at video games, always have, always will. Instead, I opt for one of the non-video games in the entire place.
âThere,â I say, pointing to the basketball hoops.
âReally?â He looks me up and down. âYou donât seem like you have the height.â
I shove at his shoulder. âItâs not like Iâm going against Shaq.â Heâs a basketball player, right?
Pax laughs and leads the three of us to the hoops.
âCan I try?â Jayce asks.
I hand him one of the balls. âI donât think youâre tall enough but go ahead and try.â
To my surprise, Pax lifts him off the floor, holding him high enough to take a shot. âNow he is.â
The ball goes in with ease, leaving the two of them whooping and hollering, slapping each otherâs hands, finally ending in a fist bump. Heâs turning my own son against me.
âOkay, Mama, your turn.â
I dribble the ball against the carpet â which is useless because it doesnât bounce â and raise my arms to take a shot. The ball flies over the safety net, hits the front of the rim and straight down.
Pax holds up Jayce again, repeating the same motions as before. With each shot, mine fall short while theirs sinks in.
I give up.
When the buzzer sounds, I acknowledge my defeat. âThatâs not fair. Thereâs two of you.â
Jayce hugs my waist. âItâs okay, Mama. Weâll teach you how to play.â
Pax snorts and turns away. I smile down at my son and ruffle his hair.
âThanks, buddy.â Pulling out my phone, I glance at the time. âItâs getting late and you need to take a bath.â
A collective whine from the two of them brings a smile to my face. âDo we have to?â
I nod. âYes. Time to go home.â
We walk to my car, letting Jayce crawl in first so I can secure his seat belt. Pax holds out his arm, wrapping it around my waist to stop my progress around the car.
âYou know, Iâm kinda dirty too. Wanna take a bath with me?â
Everything clenches south of my navel at the thought of being naked with him. Iâm not sure if weâre ready to take that leap yet.
âWeâve had enough firsts for today. How about we save that one for later?â
He smiles, the corners of his eyes crinkling in the corners. âCanât blame a guy for trying.â Leaning down, Pax kisses my lips, softly, tenderly, not taking it further than necessary in public and in case prying little eyes spot us.
âDid you drive to the beach? I suppose you need your bike.â
Pax shakes his head. âNah, I walked. I can call an Uber.â
âGet in the car,â I say with authority. Itâs not often I use my mom-voice, but itâs ridiculous that he even suggested getting a ride from someone else.
Once weâre all situated, I head down the road, following Paxâs directions to his place. Since I was passed out the first time I went there, and then too focused on the man between my legs the second time, I didnât remember where it was. It doesnât shock me that heâs down the street from Grounded. No wonder why heâs always there.
Pax opens Jayceâs door and gives him a high five. âSee you later, bud.â
âBye, Pax. Come play with me soon, okay?â
With a final fist bump, he blows it up as they both laugh. âYou got it.â
I step out of the car and stand by the door. Pax traps me with his arms, caging me in while leaning into me.
âWhen can I see you again?â
I chew on my bottom lip. He frees it with his thumb, only to find it trapped again because I canât stop fidgeting with him this close.
âMy next day off is on Saturday. Weekends are better for me.â
He pushes a lock of hair away from my face, running the finger down my cheek until heâs cupping my jaw, tilting my head up to stare directly into his bright, hazel eyes.
âThen weekends it is. I want them all. Yours and Jayceâs. I had a lot of fun today. More fun than Iâve had in a while.â He kisses the tip of my nose. âBut donât think youâre off the hook during the week. I expect excellent customer service when I stop in for my coffee.â
I laugh, clinging to his shirt while resting my forehead against his shoulder. Every muscle in my body relaxes as he holds me in his arms. This feels more natural than anything else Iâve ever experienced. It pains me to walk away and leave him here.
âNo fake smiles. Only the real ones for you.â
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Jodie Larson is a wife and mother to four beautiful girls, making their home in northern Minnesota along the shore of Lake Superior. When she isnât running around to various activities or working her regular job, you can find her sitting in her favorite spot reading her new favorite book or camped out somewhere quiet trying to write her next manuscript. Sheâs addicted to reading (just ask her kids or husband) and loves talking books even more so with her friends. Sheâs also a lover of all things romance and happily ever afterâs, whether in movies or in books, as shown in her extensive collection of both.
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Legacy: Palm South University Season 4 by Kandi Steiner Release Date: July 26, 2018 Genre: New Adult Synopsis: Written like your favorite drama television show, the Palm South University series has been called "a mix of Greek meets Gossip Girl with a dash of Friends." Follow seven college students as they maneuver unrequited love, teacher/student romance, the tangles of “no strings” relationships, love triangles and more. Each “season” has six “episodes,” and just like when your favorite show hits Netflix, you can read just one episode at a time or binge the entire thing. With the perfect mix of angst, emotional romance, and romantic comedy, the Palm South University series is your next guilty addiction. Drama. Lies. Sex. Welcome to Palm South University. The weather isn’t the only thing heating up in South Florida. At a school where fraternities and sororities don’t exactly play by the rules, relationships are bound to be tested. Parties and sex are definitely key ingredients in the Palm South recipe, but what happens when family issues, secret lives, and unrequited love get tossed in the mix? Follow Cassie, Bear, Jess, Skyler, Erin, Ashlei, and Adam as they tackle college at a small, private beach town university. Written in television drama form, each episode of this serial will pull you deeper and deeper into the world of PSU. Where the sun is hot and the clothes are scarce, anything can happen. . Read Today! Amazon US: https://amzn.to/2Ny3KGg Amazon UK: https://amzn.to/2JSSuSw Add to GoodReads: http://bit.ly/2uRk7WG 4 Star Review by AshleyCue the drama! Juicy, juicy drama. This return to Palm South University was an emotional and often times hilarious whirlwind. I loved catching up with the gang. Seeing how things had changed from last season to this one, and how they stayed the same. I also really enjoyed getting to know some of the new faces that were introduced. Especially Kip. WOWZA! That guy- what a role he played in so many of the story lines. As much as I adore the women and their strength and seeing them truly come into their own, it was getting into the guys minds that was my favorite thing. Especially Adam this go round. Swooooooooon city. His kindness and patience and big grand gesture gave me all the heart eyes. Legacy had a bit of everything going on. There were dances, fights, tears, schemes, hugs, more fights, more tears, backstabbing, laughs, relationships being built and others being burned to the ground. Whew! Kandi Steiner had my mind and heart spinning full throttle from start to finish and I'm just itching to go back!
Start the Series Today! (Free in Kindle Unlimited) Palm South University: Season 1 Amazon US: https://amzn.to/2zVNLzX Amazon UK: https://amzn.to/2v2gYn4 Add to GoodReads: http://bit.ly/2uS0Wfv Palm South University: Season 2 Amazon US: https://amzn.to/2NwWdqZ Amazon UK: https://amzn.to/2OdTIes Add to GoodReads: https://goo.gl/dAu5wA Palm South University: Season 3 Amazon US: https://amzn.to/2JG6yPk Amazon UK: https://amzn.to/2JOOanm Add to GoodReads: https://goo.gl/dAu5wA About the Author: Kandi Steiner is a bestselling author and whiskey connoisseur living in Tampa, FL. Best known for writing “emotional rollercoaster” 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 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 diehard 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. CONNECT WITH KANDI: ➜ NEWSLETTER: bit.ly/NewsletterKS ➜ FACEBOOK: facebook.com/kandisteiner ➜ FACEBOOK READER GROUP (Kandiland): facebook.com/groups/kandischasers ➜ INSTAGRAM: Instagram.com/kandisteiner ➜ TWITTER: twitter.com/kandisteiner ➜ PINTEREST: pinterest.com/kandicoffman ➜ WEBSITE: www.kandisteiner.com Kandi Steiner may be coming to a city near you! Check out her “events” tab to see all the signings she’s attending in the near future: Today we are celebrating the release of the first title in Claudia Burgoa's Chaotic Love duet! BEGIN WITH YOU is now live (99 cents till Monday!) and the second book in the set, BACK TO YOU, releases August 9th.
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Synopsis:From the outside, Abby’s life looks like a fairytale. Loving family, wealthy lifestyle, education at a prestigious university. The truth? She’s barely managing to survive. Few know the nightmare she lived before she was adopted. And no one knows the secret agony that still haunts her nightmares. With a degree from Berkeley, she could have gone anywhere, but she’s back in Colorado. Not for a fresh start—fresh starts are only an illusion—but for Wes Ahern. Her protector, who throws around words like “therapy” and “talk to me.” Her brother in every way but blood. The one man she wishes could be so much more. Maybe, just this once, she can stop running from her demons. But does she dare let Wes see inside the darkest closets of her pain…or will love be the biggest mistake of her life? An inspirational and emotional contemporary romance Begin with You is a heartbreaking tale of fresh starts and old wounds. This jarring and dark novel will leave readers at the edge of their seats. This is part one of a duet, thus containing a cliffhanger that leads into the next installment. It contains references to childhood trauma, kidnapping, and PTSD.
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Title: The Hawks
Author: SD Hendrickson
Genre: Romantic Suspense/Family Drama/New Adult
Cover Design: SD Hendrickson
Release Date: July 26, 2018
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âSultry summer of suspense that leads to the fall of a powerful familyâ
He warned me. Said hawks were dangerous birds. Their majestic beauty could blind your eyes as they picked the flesh from your bones. But even hawks have enemies. And they eventually came for the Hawthorn family. Held us hostage. Demanded retribution.
But I wasnât a Hawthorn. No, I was just the help. Caught in the turmoil of a tragic family. I worked hard for Delsey Hawthorn. Tried to earn the respect of the reigning tyrant. Assistant. Event planner. Gardner. Chauffeur. I added it all to my resume.
And then I met Javier Hawthorn. Delsey ordered me to stay away from her grandson. But like a moth to a burning flame, I gravitated toward him. He was so different than my world. Irresistible. Charming. He brought a calmness to the chaos.
But that was before the intruders came into the house. Tied us up. Hurt us. We struggled to get away. We fought to survive. But who were the men behind the masks? Did we know them? Because someone who got this close to the family at night must be even closer during the day.
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Holy crap! SD Hendrickson sucked me into The Hawks on the first page. Talk about a whirlwind. Sassy, emotional, dangerous, intense and a few other things too.Set in a plush mansion, surrounded by opulence, where every small detail- down to the kind of polish used on the wood matters- Sarina is way out of her element. But her new job is just the first win. It's the stepping stone towards a better future for her and her family. A family she felt guilty over leaving to try and provide for. Talk about complicated. I loved her fight. Her grit. Her resilience. How she found herself down but never out. How in a world where there was more plotting and scheming than she could wrap her head around, she never lost sight of her dream. It didn't hurt that she had an ally at the house in Javier. Oh my that man was downright sinful. There was something about him that was more than his charm and wealth. He was just so honest and real. And I loved the was he was with Sarina. He saw her. He got her drive and he supported her choices even when he didn't agree with them all the time. He stood beside her and let her make her own choices and sometimes, mistakes. And on top of this budding yet secret romance is a dramatic and deadly standoff. Gah! The timeline playing back and forth, and finally catching up to the now had my heart racing and melting at the same time. I could feel the pressure and tension mounting and when it was all revealed who was behind the madness, my eyes about bulged out of my head. Cue the slow clap because from start to finish SD Hendrickson had me hanging on every single word. I had no idea which way was up or how anything would pan out. Sarina's journey was tragic and full of loss but also laced with hope and promise and love. And even when I read the last word, with a smile on my face, I think I was still in shock of all that transpired.
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âIâm sorry. I wasnât trying to upset you.â My hands cupped his cheeks. I peered into his eyes, trying to read him better as I wore my heart on the outside. âI know this is supposed to be casual. But this doesnât feel casual to me. You are so good to me. So much more than I ever expected. The way you make me feel. I just need to know if you feel the same way. And itâs okay if you donât. I just need to know the truth.â
Javier rested his forehead against mine. âI feel the same, Sarina.â âYou do?â The elation filled my chest and I leaned up to kiss him, but his words stopped me. âI feel the same, but youâre not really mine. Not permanently. What right do I have to feel jealous or angry?â âBut you have every right,â I pleaded with him. âIf you think weâre together.â The emotions shifted in his eyes as he struggled with his answer. âMaybe I tried to pretend at first. That you could mean nothing. But I couldnât. I care about you, Sarina. And in another time or place, I could see myself wanting so much more with you. But the more we feel, the harder it ends.â âYou donât think I know that?â I whispered. âI know you will hurt me. Eventually.â âBut I donât want to hurt you. So I have to ask you this. Do you want to stop now before this gets more serious? Before it hurts more?â âNo,â I gushed. I didnât even hesitate. The idea of him pulling away sent a panic through me. I didnât care about the heartbreak that would come later when he left me. I needed him in my life right now. âI donât want to stop seeing you.â
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SD Hendrickson received a Bachelor's of Science in Journalism and Public Relations from Oklahoma State University. She is the author of The Mason List, Waiting for Wyatt, and My Lucky Days.
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Titles: Seeking Solace: Angelina's Resortation
Series: Love in the Dark Series
Author: Chelsea Camaron
Genre: Dark Romance
Release Date: July 26, 2018
Cover Model: Lindsay Michelle
Cover Photographer: FuriousFotog
Cover Designer: Pink Ink Designs
The fork in the road in front of me screamed go right.
Giano gave me life.
I gave him death.
The path to peace inside of me was paved in his blood. Can I ever believe in love again?
Instead of going right, I veered left into the depths of a world unknown.
Chelsea Camaron is a small town Carolina girl with a big imagination. She is a wife and mom chasing her dreams. She writes contemporary romance, erotic suspense, and psychological thrillers. She loves to write blue-collar men who have real problems with a fictional twist. From mechanics to bikers to oil riggers to smokejumpers, bar owners, and beyond, she loves a strong hero who works hard and plays harder.
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