Cruel Prince (Royal Hearts Academy #1) by Ashley Jade Release Date: August 15th ADD to Goodreads: http://bit.ly/Cruel-Prince-GR Make sure to vote for CRUEL PRINCE for August’s Most Anticipated Reads:https://www.goodreads.com/list/show/135087.August_2019_Most_Anticipated_Romances PRE-ORDER TODAY! Amazon US: https://amzn.to/30l209E Amazon UK: https://amzn.to/2XFs5Pb Amazon CA: https://amzn.to/2XCn4eU Amazon AU: https://amzn.to/2XHo9xm Apple Books: https://apple.co/2H5LORu B&N: http://bit.ly/2IbYrML Kobo: http://bit.ly/2MJocIN **Please note: Cruel Prince will go live on Amazon on release day and will be going into Kindle Unlimited, so if you're a non-Amazon reader, make sure to preorder so you don't miss out!** Blurb: Welcome to their kingdom... I never thought I'd step foot in Royal Manor again. But five years later, here I am...back to finish my senior year at Royal Hearts Academy. And forced to face Jace Covington. My first friend. First crush. First kiss. The one I left behind. Only—he isn't the same boy I gave my heart to. This new Jace is as cruel as he is gorgeous. And he's determined to make my life a living hell. Along with the rest of his glorified family and crew of tyrants. They expect me to worship the ground they walk on like everyone else, but I'd rather eat dirt. If Jace Covington wants me gone...he'll have to try harder. Because I've never been the kind of girl to play by the rules. WARNING: Royal Hearts Academy is a New Adult/High School series of standalones filled with drama, a touch of angst, and boys who are bad to the bone. This series is recommended for mature readers due to graphic language and sexual content. About the Author: Ashley Jade loves to tackle different genres and tropes within romance. Her first loves are New Adult Romance and Romantic Suspense, but she also writes everything in between including: contemporary romance, erotica, and dark romance. Her characters are flawed and complex, and chances are you will hate them before you fall head over heels in love with them. She’s a die-hard lover of oxford commas, em dashes, music, coffee, and anything thought provoking…except for math. Books make her heart beat faster and writing makes her soul come alive. She’s always read books growing up and scribbled stories in her journal, and after having a strange dream one night; she decided to just go for it and publish her first series. It was the best decision she ever made. If she’s not paying off student loan debt, working, or writing a novel—you can usually find her listening to music, hanging out with her readers online, and pondering the meaning of life. Check out her amazon page and Facebook page for future novels. She recently became hip and joined Twitter, so you can find her there, too. She loves connecting with her readers—they make her world go round’. Connect w/Ashley: Website: https://ashleyjadeauthor.com/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Ashley-Jade-Author-788137781302982/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/ajadeauthor?lang=en Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/ashleyjadeauthor/?hl=en Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/14175946 Bookbub:https://www.bookbub.com/authors/ashley-jade Amazon: https://amzn.to/2RGsIJ9
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Their greatest risk was the one they never took …Defying Gravity, an all-new emotional standalone sports romance from USA Today bestselling author K.K. Allen is available now!
It was an accidental spring fling three years ago—one week spent in the mountains of Big Sur and no one was the wiser. Ignore the fact that Tobias James was my neighbor and my best friend’s older brother. Or that upon our return his hoop dreams were waiting for him, robbing us of any potential future we could have shared. Now, I’m fulfilling my own dreams in L.A. and my biggest dream of all is about to come true. The last thing I expected was for my past and my present to collide. Not now. Not here. Not him. But he struts back into my life like he never even left. Unfortunately, I’ll never forget what happened after he did. The ball is in my court, but Tobias isn’t below stealing—my power, my resolve, my heart… When he wants a second chance to reignite our connection, my answer is simple. We can’t. Not unless we defy the rules our dreams were built on and risk everything. Download your copy today or read FREE in Kindle Unlimited! Amazon: https://amzn.to/2SxkXDg Amazon Worldwide: http://mybook.to/DefyingGravityKK Add to GoodReads: http://bit.ly/2WtjFcI Download the FREE prequel, Falling from Gravity, today! Amazon: https://amzn.to/2LYORiC Amazon Worldwide: http://mybook.to/FallingfromGravity Meet K.K. Allen K.K. Allen is a USA Today Bestselling and award-winning author and interdisciplinary arts and sciences graduate from the University of Washington who writes heartfelt contemporary romance stories that are as real as they are inspiring. K.K. is a Hawaiian girl who was raised in Seattle, and currently resides in central Florida. She works full time as a digital producer for a leading online educational institution and is the mother to a ridiculously handsome little dude who owns her heart. K.K.'s publishing journey began in June 2014 with the YA Contemporary Fantasy trilogy, The Summer Solstice. In 2016, K.K. published her first Contemporary Romance, Up in the Treehouse, which went on to win the Romantic Times 2016 Reviewers' Choice Award for Best New Adult Book of the Year. With K.K.'s love for inspirational and coming-of-age stories involving heartfelt narratives and honest emotions, you can be assured to always be surprised by what K.K. releases next. Connect with K.K. Allen Amazon: https://amzn.to/2IcBh8V Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/authorkkallen/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/KKAllen_Author Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/kkallen_author/ Goodreads: http://bit.ly/2KNgUkz BookBub: http://bit.ly/2X9wbm5 Website: http://www.kk-allen.com/ Stay up to date with K.K. by joining her mailing list: http://bit.ly/2J4ixcq All Roads Lead to You by Jennifer Probst Release Date: July 23, 2019 All Roads Lead to You, an all-new standalone contemporary romance by New York Times bestselling author Jennifer Probst. Happily single, Harper Bishop trusts in only one passion—her rescue farm and healing her thoroughbred, Phoenix. Her dream is to lead him to the Triple Crown. But how unreachable is it without experience or help? A handsome new guest at her family’s B&B has what it takes to make it come true. And with his irresistible brogue, warm smile, and soothing touch, he’s a major distraction. After a bitter betrayal, horse trainer Aidan O’Connor has fled Ireland for a vacation in New York’s Hudson Valley. When he sees the horse with the fighting spirit he’s inspired with a new goal: to train Phoenix to win. He’s also facing an unexpected new challenge: his feelings for Harper. How can she dare to open her heart to a man who’ll only be there long enough to break it? So Harper and Aiden agree: try to keep it professional, and focus only on Phoenix and the finish line. But along the way they could also learn a few lessons in love, trust, and taking chances. And as painful as it promises to be, saying goodbye. Download your copy today or read FREE in Kindle Unlimited! Amazon US: https://amzn.to/2ENAauO Amazon Worldwide: http://mybook.to/AllRoadsLeadToYouJP Add to GoodReads: http://bit.ly/2tMYruI Excerpt: Ignoring her tingling nipples and flip-flopping belly, she threw back her shoulders and rose to full height. “I clearly remember having this same conversation a few weeks ago,” she said, trying not to let her voice wobble. “We agreed to keep it strictly business.”
“We did. But it’s getting harder for me not to touch you.”
Her heart galloped in her chest. Sweat pricked her skin. She remained silent, tangled between her head and her heart.
A rough laugh escaped his lips. “This would be easier on my ego if you’d admit you’re having the same problem.”
She shook her head and pressed her fisted hands against her eyes. “You sure don’t know the art of subtlety, do you?”
He shrugged. “No time for that shit. Well?”
She let out a half laugh, half groan. “I think this is the strangest conversation I’ve had with a man.”
“Are you hot for me, Harper?” His voice was all grit and gravel and sexy as hell.
Lust speared through her, raw and hungry and demanding. “Yeah.”
“Good. I’m obsessed with kissing you. So I have a proposal.”
“Of course you do.”
“One kiss. Let’s try it out. Maybe it’ll bomb once we give ourselves permission,” he said.
“I’m swooning from your romantic intentions.”
His lips kicked up in a grin. She wanted to trace her finger over his mouth to see if it was as soft as it looked. “Sorry. What do you think?”
“I think I’ve stepped into a new dimension. Tell me this, Irish. Do we want the kiss to bomb?”
He nodded. Eased closer. “I think it would be for the best. Neither of us wants a complication in our solid business partnership. We have a long road ahead of us. Sex makes things messy.”v Her brow shot up. Oh, he was good. Pretending to be all rational and cool while he stalked her like a graceful panther. Her blood grew thick and heavy, and the throbbing between her thighs raged. The real problem revolved around one simple, plain fact.v She was dying to kiss Aidan O’Connor.
Just once.
The tiny voice inside her flared to life and whispered a warning.: One kiss will never be enough. Not from this man. Not with the way you already feel about him.
God, she didn’t want to listen to reason right now.
Harper tilted her head. “True. If the kiss fails, we can get back to work without all this bullshit. Move on and focus on the real relationship here.”
“Phoenix,” he said.
“Exactly. Can you promise one thing?”
He took a few more steps. His scent wrapped around her like a silken cloud, spicy and clean and addicting. The leashed heat from his body practically ripped a purr from her throat. She curled her fingers, digging her nails into her palms to try and hold back from jumping into his arms.
“What do you need me to promise, love?”
A shiver worked down her spine. She imagined that lilting brogue whispering dirty commands in her ear while he thrust deep inside her. “If the kiss sucks, no hurt feelings. We move on and don’t talk about it. I can’t take any weirdness between us.”
“Agreed. I hate weird.”
He was right there, face close, inches from her body. The last time he was this close, he was angry. This time, his eyes crackled with hunger. His powerful thighs braced hers, and when he leaned in, his hard erection pressed against the seam of his jeans so she felt every glorious inch of promise. She licked her lips in anticipation, and slowly raised her arms to hook around his shoulders.
“Just once,” she whispered in warning.
He cupped her cheeks with rough, calloused palms. His amber gaze locked on hers. “Yes.”
“We’ll get it out of our system and move on.”
“Harper?”
“Yeah?”
“Shush.”
His mouth closed over hers.
About Jennifer: Jennifer Probst wrote her first book at twelve years old. She bound it in a folder, read it to her classmates, and hasn’t stopped writing since. She holds a masters in English Literature and lives in the beautiful Hudson Valley in upstate New York. Her family keeps her active, stressed, joyous, and sad her house will never be truly clean. Her passions include horse racing, Scrabble, rescue dogs, Italian food, and wine—not necessarily in that order. She is the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author of sexy and erotic contemporary romance. She was thrilled her book, The Marriage Bargain, spent 26 weeks on the New York Times. Her work has been translated in over a dozen countries, sold over a million copies, and was dubbed a “romance phenom” by Kirkus Reviews. She is also a proud three-time RITA finalist. She loves hearing from readers. Visit her website for updates on new releases and her street team at www.jenniferprobst.com. Connect with Jennifer: Website:https://www.jenniferprobst.com/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/jenniferprobst Facebook:https://www.facebook.com/jenniferprobst.authorpage/ Goodreads:https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/2965489.Jennifer_Probst?origin= Instagram:https://www.instagram.com/authorjenniferprobst/ YouTube:https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCbWMa2ZgsoCt3sWbU1zdpww/featured Pinterest:https://www.pinterest.com/jenniferprobst/ Sign up for her newsletter atwww.jenniferprobst.com/newsletter for a chance to win a gift card each month and receive exclusive material and giveaways. WES When I was a kid, my dad was the gardener for the richest man in town. His daughter, Lily Barnes, told me she could never like a guy like me. Then she kissed me and told me it would never happen again. When it happened again, she told me she could never love me because she was going to leave this place, and I would never leave my dad. We were never quite friends, not exactly enemies, and we could never quite stop secretly kissing each other. She never said goodbye before running off to try to make it as an actress. That was her dream, and I wanted her to chase it. Okay, maybe I hated her for it, just a little. Now she’s back, with no money and even more sass. A lot has changed around here … except for my hidden feelings about Lily Barnes. LILY So, it turns out I’m a terrible actress and now I’m back! When my father offers me a job at his company, I actually think he’s finally decided I’m worthy of one day taking over the family business. Imagine my surprise when I find out that the gardener’s son is the one who’s being groomed to take over, and I’ve been assigned to work for him. Wes Carver has always been rich in confidence and abs, but now he’s rich in everything, including disdain for yours truly. If he thinks I’m not built to work, he’s wrong. If he thinks he can boss me around just because he’s my boss, he’s delusional. If he thinks I’m still the girl who could never love him … I may be a better actress than anyone thought. Okay, I’ll admit it. This is the level of intimacy I’ve been most comfortable with when it comes to guys for most of my life—being admired by strangers that I have absolutely no chemistry with. It’s safe and it’s easy and it passes the time. Who needs fireworks when I can have regular conversations with regular guys who don’t stimulate me in any way, on any level? I’m just starting to convince myself that I can live like this for the foreseeable future when I think I catch sight of the one person I was trying not to secretly hope that I’d see tonight. He’s an oasis of tight black T-shirt and blazer in a desert of flannel and polo shirts. He’s a giant, freshly made chocolate croissant in a bakery filled with day-old plain donuts. He’s walking toward us, eyes pinning me with a possessive stare that sends shivers up and down my spine and gives me a rush like no amount of sugar can do for my brain and my body. Lord, I just want him to lie down on top of me for like an hour. It doesn’t have to be a sex thing! I just want the weight of him pressing down on me so that it’s all I can feel. “Oh my God, shut up no way!” Alecia squeals and starts jumping up and down. “Bay-baaaayyyyyy!!!” I finally notice that Neal is walking alongside Wes. “So what are you doing here, though, seriously?” the guy I had completely forgotten about asks, trying to step back into my sightline. “Can I get you another drink?” “I think she’s good,” Wes says as he puts an arm around me. “You’re good, right?” he asks me. I stare up at him, unable to do anything other than enjoy the weight of his big man arm on me, unable to speak for maybe the first time ever. “Yeah, she’s good. Thanks, man.” Wes removes his arm from my shoulder for a few seconds to shake hands with the guy. “Have a good night.” I am able to breathe again for a moment. “Yes! No, I don’t need a drink, but thank you. Thanks.” I feel a big warm hand on my lower back, and now it is all that I’m aware of. I can vaguely sense that Neal and Alecia are hugging nearby, and Leesh is asking her husband who’s looking after their fucking kids, but it’s like I’m hearing them from underwater. I can no longer recall just how much alcohol I’ve consumed this evening, but because of my sudden lightheaded wooziness, I’m trying to remember if Alecia made me drink one of her special shit mix slushies earlier. It is not okay for me to feel this way. I step away from the big warm hand and look up at Wes, swaying a little. “You okay?” He reaches for my arm to steady me. “Yes?” I move my arm away to run my hand through my hair—a signature move that was devised to keep guys who aren’t Wes Carver from touching me. So why am I doing it with Wes Carver? And why is he looking at me like that? “Toby’s with the kids,” Neal says. “Hey, Lily.” I realize that I’ve backed up into Neal and Alecia. “Wait—your dad is babysitting their kids?” I ask Wes. “He’s looked after them a couple of times before, when I wasn’t available.” Why weren’t you available? I’m dying to ask him. Were you out on dates with women who aren’t me? Because good—you should totally do that—but also no, don’t do that, not ever, because you’re mine, you’re all mine! “But why are you here?” is what I say out loud. “I wanted to see you,” I think I hear him say. “What?” Wes leans in closer and says, “Neal wanted to surprise Leesh.” God help me, he smells like a leather jacket that got soaked in a rain shower in a cedar forest and got left to dry in a spice factory. “Crashing Girls’ Night,” I tease. “Classy.” I inhale so deeply, instinctively reaching up to touch his beautiful unshaven face…forgetting that I was holding my drink with that hand. My glass falls to the floor. What is happening to me? I don’t drop things…except for that book I dropped this morning when a certain someone took his shirt off and I got my first look at his awe-inspiring grown-up bare back. So this is literally the second time I’ve accidentally dropped something in my entire life. I don’t even move. The glass didn’t break on the carpet, and my leg is only slightly drenched, my foot only a little bit soaked through my stacked-heel Mary Janes. Maybe nobody noticed. Wes reaches around behind me to grab a napkin from the counter, holds my gaze as he slowly lowers himself down, down the front of me, to pick up the glass with one hand and drag the napkin up the front of my foot with the other. He sweeps the napkin up my bare shin and up over my knee. He continues to look up at me as his fingers glide ever so lightly across the skin of my thigh, just below the hem of my skirt. I would give all of the money in my trust fund to this night club if there were a rope dangling in front of me right now, attached to one of those Flashdance buckets so I could just pull on it and douse my entire trembling body with water. “What are you doing?” “I should have asked you if you wanted to stay wet,” he smirks as he places the wet napkin and empty glass back on the counter top. “Where are my manners?” He wipes his hands on the front of his jeans. I stare down at his big strong hands and the front of his jeans, where that big strong bulge was only a few nights ago. Snap out of it, LB! Get your head out of your boss’s jeans and back in the game and keep your eye on the balls. On the ball. On the prize. Whatever. Just stop staring at his crotch. “Where is the Wes Carver who doesn’t give a shit about manners—when it comes to me, at least?” “Left him at work,” he says with a wink. A wink! “Did you just wink at me?” I laugh. “That’s what happens when you’ve been hanging out with your dad all day, huh?” “Please. My dad learned everything he knows about flirting from me.” “First of all—Hah! Secondly, are you openly admitting to flirting with me, and third…are you actually flirting with your assistant right now, Mr. Carver?” His grin almost disappears for a second, but he lowers his chin and pins me with a stare that I feel directly between my legs. “Are you actually telling me not to flirt with you right now, Miss Barnes?” I feel hypnotized by those dark, penetrating eyes, but thankfully Alecia squeezes my shoulder as she and Neal head for the dance floor. “Girlfriend!” she yells. “We’re going to another bar after we dance—like two songs! Come on! Both of you!” She doesn’t wait for us to join her, which is smart because she’d be waiting forever. “Wanna dance?” Two words I never thought I’d hear Wes Carver say to anyone. I furrow my brow at him, incredulous. He’s looking at me so seriously, like he’s really asking me if I want to dance with him, and I just have to giggle. Giggle! For the first time in like, seven years. My cheeks feel warm and my hands feel clammy, and I’m trying so hard to find my inner snarky goddess, but I think she’s already out there on the dance floor. “With you?” Lame. That is literally the lamest thing I could have said. “I’m afraid I’ll have to insist that if you do any dancing tonight, it will be with me.” He grins again, thank God, and it puts me slightly more at ease. I rest one hand on a hip. “Are you as relentlessly expressive a dancer as you were at that prom?” I’m being hilarious, of course. At prom, he just shifted his weight from one foot to the other while casually scanning the room and nodding his head occasionally. It still looked hot, though. “I’ve definitely added a few moves to my repertoire since high school,” he says, scratching at his chin with his thumb.
Kayley Loring has, until recently, been a borderline workaholic living in Los Angeles. In the summer of 2017 she moved to a beautiful suburb of Portland, Oregon. She can now breathe clean air while enjoying the great outdoors, and drive around without swearing at strangers. It’s pretty great.
When not writing funny sexy sweet romantic comedy novels, she can happily channel her obsessive energies into plant hoarding, book hoarding, and staring at male models on Instagram (for research!). The rest of the time, she’s painting, feeding animals, eating her way through Portland with friends, cursing the many hours it takes to work off those delicious Portland meals, and trying to make her gosh darned wavy hair behave itself.
Trinity Academy Series by Michelle Heard
Falcon #1 - Release Date September 2nd
Mason #2 - Release Date September 9th
Lake #3 - Release Date September 16th
Genre: New Adult College Romance
Cover Designer: Sybil Wilson, PopKitty Design
Photographer: Wander Aguiar Photography
Models: Andrew, Forest and David
Add Falcon to Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/42269799-falcon Falcon
Wealth and power make them untouchable.
Bound by an unbreakable brotherhood, Falcon, Mason, and Lake are the monarchs of Trinity Academy.
I just want to study, get my degree, then join Dad in his travels around the world.
My hopes of flying under the radar during my three years at college are quickly shattered when I find myself stuck between a rock and a hard place. Falcon and Grayson are sworn enemies and business rivals, and I’m caught in the middle of their cold war because Grayson showed interest in me.
Then there’s my secret… which Falcon knows about. He uses it to keep me under his thumb, and I’d love nothing more than to knock the arrogant heir off his throne. But in a world where possessions, connections, and status rule, I can’t afford for the students to learn the truth behind my attending Trinity Academy. It leaves me at Falcon’s mercy, but at the rate we’re fighting, one of us might just die before the term is over. At least, that’s what I thought… until feelings get in the way and complicate things.
Add Mason to Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/42269801-mason Mason
"You’re my assistant."
The magic words every girl at Trinity Academy is dying to hear. But I’m the one who gets stuck with Mason Chargill, the star of most women’s fantasies but my nightmare. One of the heirs to CRC Holdings, he might be dangerously gorgeous, but his cold and callous demeanor makes him an ice prince.
He expects me to abide by the Academy’s hierarchy, to be at his constant beck and call.
Yeah, right… hell will freeze over before that ever happens.
Unfortunately for him, I’m no pushover.
Unfortunately for me, he’s determined to break me.
If only there were a way to melt the shard of ice he calls a heart.
Add Lake to Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/42269803-lake Lake
His eyes have the power to undo all the hurt caused by my family.
“Don’t let them see you cry.”
After months of refusing I finally agree to move to America, where my fiancé’s waiting for me.
Just like my mother, an arranged marriage lies in my near future.
Just like my mother, I’m probably going to be shoved aside in a couple of years after providing the Cutler family with an heir. Being a Korean girl from a culture that’s very different from the west, it makes me stand out like a sore thumb. There’s nothing I can do but to accept the fate arranged by my father and his mistress. My marriage to Lake Cutler will be a business deal and nothing else. My plan is simple. Make him hate me enough to break off the engagement, so I can return to Korea. But I didn’t account for those caring brown eyes. What started as a mission to save myself from an unhappy arranged marriage soon turns into a battle to not lose my heart. I dare him to walk away, but instead, he shows me any bridge can be crossed. About the Author:
Author preciously published as Michelle Horst
Michelle Heard is a Bestselling Romance Author who loves creating stories her readers can get lost in. She might have a slight obsession with alpha heroes who are not afraid to fight for their women. Connect w/Michelle: Website: https://michelleheardauthor.wordpress.com/
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My Brother’s Billionaire Best Friend, a hilarious romantic comedy from New York Times bestselling author Max Monroe, is available now! Mabel “Maybe” Willis died a virgin at the very young age of twenty-four. She leaves behind her parents, Betty and Bruce, her brother, Evan, a laptop filled with one too many Jason Momoa memes, and a Kindle library with more books than one human being could ever finish in a lifetime. Cause of death: a text message.
Okay. So, I didn’t die.
But I may as well have.
One minute, I’m a woman trying to find her way in the world, and the next, I’m the sender of six of the most embarrassing text messages that have ever been sent in the history of time—or the cell phone. Whatever.
We’re talking code red, send a flipping mayday, the apocalypse is coming kind of texts.
And I didn’t just send them to some random person I’ll never see again.
No. That would be too easy.
I sent them to Milo Ives.
The man who played a starring role in all of my teenage fantasies—and my brother’s lifelong best friend.
And, boy oh boy, has he grown up.
He’s hard-bodied, blue-eyed, jawline-of-stone handsome, crazy successful, and has more money in his bank account than my brain can fathom.
Deflower me, please? I said. Yeah. Send help. Download your copy today or read FREE in Kindle Unlimited! Amazon: https://amzn.to/30FAALT Amazon Worldwide: http://mybook.to/MyBrothersBestFriend Add to GoodReads:http://bit.ly/317HY3w 4 Heart Review by AshleyMy stomach hurts from laughing so hard. From the first page I knew I was in for a real treat and I wasn't let down at all. This is the rom-com that I've come to love and expect from Max Monroe. It was hilarious, sexy, witty, swoony and full of heart. Goodness me was Maybe adorable. And sweetly naïve. That naivety lead to more than one laugh out loud moment. She was a young woman with big dreams, she just didn't know how to make them happen. She needed a foot in the door and when that opportunity presented itself in the form of her childhood crush, things really took off. Oh my Milo. Handsome, successful and completely unaware of the effect he had on Maybe. But he was more than aware of how she made him feel. Max Monroe delivered a one-two knockout of humor and heart. Milo and Maybe were the perfect balance of innocence and experience that only fueled their attraction and affection. 'Holy friend potatoes' I can't remember the last time I laughed so hard reading a book. With a touch of the forbidden, a few Thatch appearances, a major misunderstanding, dad jokes galore, in your face best friends, and a trip to St. Luke's, My Brother's Billionaire Best Friend an absolute delight to read.
Excerpt: MaybeHere I rest, you guys.
I. Mother-flapjacking P. to me.
And now, I’m coming to you live from what I believe is the afterlife.
Just think of this as that morning show with Kelly Ripa and Ryan Seacrest, Live with Kelly and Ryan.
Only, change the name to DEAD with Maybe, take away the celebrity guests, and fill the audience with people who don’t mind witnessing a full-on embarrassment-fueled emotional breakdown.
Good God, if I would’ve known I was going to kick the bucket right before I reached twenty-five, I sure as shit wouldn’t have spent the last six years of my life slaving away at Stanford for a bachelor’s and master’s degree in English Lit.
I would’ve partied in college rather than studying until my eyeballs bled.
I would’ve danced on bars. Flashed some nip for beads at Mardi Gras. Actually gone to Mardi Gras.
I would have indulged in unlimited pasta night at the Olive Garden instead of counting carbs, and I wouldn’t have stopped binge-watching Game of Thrones on season flipping six.
I would have tongue-kissed loads of guys and spread my legs like a contortionist for any of them who seemed reasonably adept.
You know, a little bam-bam in my ham-ham.
Some not-too-big, but not-too-small P in my V.
A good old-fashioned pants-off dance-off…
Sex, you guys. I’m talking about sex. And if you haven’t picked up what I’m putting down from my delirious ramble, I’ll lay it out for you.
I’ve yet to be sexed up by anyone.
That’s right. I have officially bought myself a one-way ticket to the afterlife as a virgin for-freaking-eternity.
And now, I guess I’ll never know how it feels to have an actual penis rub up against my G-spot because, you know, I’m dead. And I’m pretty certain God probably frowns upon people flashing their boobs at the angels and public displays of leg-spreading and definitely the unchaste actions of a desperate-to-bone but unwed woman. No way. Heaven’s strictly G-rated.
I put it all off. I figured I had time. I mean, I thought I’d at least get to see The Office do a reunion special before I went lights out for good.
Although, my parents’ flower shop feels more like purgatory than heaven, and I thought for sure I’d be wearing something other than jean shorts and Converse when I headed to meet the Big Guy upstairs.
Honestly, the afterlife feels eerily like real life, and I’m not one to be dramatic, but I have to be dead, you guys. Seriously. Because no one could live through what I did.
I’m talking a 10.0 on the Richter Scale of embarrassing and awkward.
A Category 5 hurricane of humiliation.
A twisting, catastrophic EF5 tornado of comedic disaster.
No freaking way I survived that…right?
Okay. Fine. So, I can be a little dramatic sometimes…
And maybe, just maybe, I’m exaggerating things a bit here, but I’m doing it in the name of self-preservation.
Because, trust me, if you did what I did, you’d let yourself mentally pretend to be dead for a little bit too.
Because if I’m not dead, I’m going to have to face the consequences of my awful, humiliating, cringeworthy actions.
I’m going to have to face him.
Milo Ives—a tall, handsome, unbelievably sexy drink of water.
A man I’ve known since I was a prepubescent girl.
A man I’ve basically been crushing on my whole damn life.
A billion-dollar-empire kind of successful man who just so happens to be my brother’s best friend.
I’ll say it again for the folks in the back.
Milo Ives is my brother’s billionaire best friend.
And I’m in way over my head.
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Betty Dawsey knows that breaking things off with Thom Lange is for the best. He’s nice, but boring, and their relationship has lost its spark. But steady and predictable Thom, suddenly doesn’t seem so steady and predictable when their condo explodes and she’s kidnapped by a couple of crazies claiming that Thom isn’t who he says he is. Thom is having a hellish week. Not only is he hunting a double agent, but his fiancé dumped him, and thanks to his undercover life, she’s been kidnapped. Turns out Thom is Operative Thom and he’s got more than a few secrets to share with Betty if he’s going to keep her alive. With both their lives on the line, their lackluster connection is suddenly replaced by an intense one. But in his line of work, feelings aren’t wanted or desired. Because feelings can be a lethal distraction.
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Excerpt:“You’re going to break his heart.”
“No, I’m not,” I say. “That’s sort of the whole point. If I really thought leaving him would break his heart, then I probably wouldn’t be leaving him in the first place.”
My best friend, Jen, does not look convinced.
Boxes fill a good half of the room. What a mess. Who knew you could accumulate so much junk in only twelve months? At least we weren’t together so long that I can’t remember who owns what. One year is about the sweet spot for this issue in relationships, apparently.
“The fact of the matter is, we’re not in love. We have no business being engaged, let alone getting married.” I sigh. “Have you seen the packing tape?”
“No. He’s just such a nice guy.”
“I’m not debating that.” I climb to my feet, then head up the stairs to the second bedroom. Thom’s unofficial workout room/home office. Not a room I normally go into. But it only takes a bit of rummaging to find what I’m looking for. Whatever else might be said about them, insurance assessors are organized. The bottom drawer of Thom’s desk has a neat stash of stationery. I grab a couple rolls of thick tape.
“And leaving him this way…” Jen continues as I head back down.
“How many times have I told him we need to talk? He’s always putting it off, saying it’s not a good time. And now he’s away again. I’ve been messaging him for the last week and he barely replies.”
“You know he has to drop everything once a job comes up. I realize he’s not the most exciting guy, Betty, but—”
“I know.” I smack down a line of tape with extra zest, sealing the lid of the last box. In this Operation Abandon Ship Posthaste, I know I’m definitely slightly the bad guy. But not totally. Say sixty/forty. Or maybe seventy/thirty. It’s hard to tell to what degree. “I do know all of that. But he’s always busy with work or away on some business trip. What am I supposed to do?”
A sigh from Jen.
“When you realize you’ve made such a monumental mistake, it’s hard to sit and wait to fix things. Nor is it fair on either of us to keep up the pretense.”
“Guess so.”
“And the fact that he’s yet again made no effort to prioritize our relationship and make a little time for me in his busy schedule is just further proof that I’ve made the right choice in ending this now before it gets any more complicated. End of rant.”
Nothing from her.
“Anyway, you’re supposed to be on my side. Stop questioning me.”
“You wanted to get married and have children so badly.”
“Yeah.” I sit back on my heels. “I blame it all on playing with Ken and Barbie’s dreamhouse when I was little. But it turns out that being in a relationship with the wrong person can be even lonelier than being alone.”
Jen and I have been friends since sharing a room in college. We’ve witnessed the bulk of each other’s dating ups and downs. For some reason, I’m the type of girl who guys will go out with, but don’t tend to stick with. Apparently, I’m fuckable—just not girlfriend material. Maybe it’s my smart mouth. Maybe it’s the whole not fitting current societal expectations of beauty i.e. I’m fat. Maybe I was born under an unlucky star. I don’t know; it’s their loss. Like anyone, I have my faults, but all in all, I’m awesome. And I have a lot to give. Too often in the past few months, I’ve had to keep reminding myself of this fact.
“There are just so many jerks out there,” Jen says. “I was happy that you’d found a good one.”
“I think I’d prefer a jerk who was genuinely into me than a nice guy phoning it in.
Honestly, I’d rather go adopt a dozen cats and settle into old age and isolation than be with someone who treats me as if I’m an afterthought.”
She looks at me for a long moment, then nods slowly. “I’m sorry it didn’t work out.”
“Me too.”
“Time to start filling up the cars. Boy, do you owe me.”
I smile. “That I do.”v Jen stands and stretches before picking up one of the boxes labeled kitchen. “I just didn’t want you to do something you’d regret, you know?”
“I know. Thank you.”
Alone in the two-bedroom condo, everything is silent. My parting letter sits waiting on the coffee table with his name written on the front. A slight bulge in the envelope betrays the shape of my engagement ring. It’s a sweet, simple ring. One small diamond perched on a band of yellow gold. My hand feels wrong without it. Naked. They say there are different love languages and you have to take the time to learn your partner’s needs. It’s like he and I never quite got there. Or maybe I’m just crappy at relationships.
The bridal magazines I’d collected are in the trash. Perhaps I should have taken them into the florist shop where I work so someone could get some use out of them. But this feels more symbolic, more definite. My family are a couple of states away, and I have only a few of what I’d classify as good friends. Being an introvert makes it hard to meet people. A boyfriend, a husband, would mean I’m no longer alone. Someone cares about me and puts me first. At least part of the time. Only Thom doesn’t any of the time, so here we are.v I tighten my ponytail of long dark hair. Then, in a rare display of dexterity that my yoga instructor would be proud of, I stack three boxes in my arms and head outside into the hot afternoon sun. Jen’s Honda Civic is parked at the curb, the trunk standing open as she moves things about inside. My old Subaru sits in the driveway waiting to be filled. Birds are singing and insects chirping. It’s your typical mild autumn day in California.
That’s when the condo blows up behind me.
About Kylie Scott Kylie is a New York Times and USA Today best-selling author. She was voted Australian Romance Writer of the year, 2013, 2014 & 2018, by the Australian Romance Writer’s Association and her books have been translated into eleven different languages. She is a long time fan of romance, rock music, and B-grade horror films. Based in Queensland, Australia with her two children and husband, she reads, writes and never dithers around on the internet.
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Title: One Taste of Redemption
Series: A One Taste Novel
Author: Amanda Siegrist
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: July 23, 2019
One missing boy could be his redemption…
Detective Newman—well, not a detective anymore—wants to be left alone to lick his wounds after his life fell apart. He can’t blame anyone but himself. When a gorgeous woman with vibrant pink hair and a sassy attitude knocks on his door, he doesn’t want anything to do with her. Except Amelia Benedict doesn’t understand the word no. Her brother is missing. The police refuse to help because they believe he ran away. But she knows her brother is in trouble and insists he’s her only hope. He’s definitely not the right guy for the case. He’s nothing but bad news, and if Amelia sticks around, he’ll destroy her as he destroyed himself.
Warning: This novel contains a sexy hero. He’s not a detective anymore, but he didn’t lose his sexiness. You know you don’t wanna miss his story! Happy reading!
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In It To Win It by Kelly Jamieson is available now!
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Wynn family bonds bend but never break. . . .
JP Wynn:I admit, I’ve made some bad choices—on and off the ice. Now all I want to do is show my team I can control my emotions while I’m playing and redeem myself with my family, especially with my brother, Théo. I hate that I hurt him and I’m determined to stay out of trouble. But the hot bridesmaid at Théo’s wedding is tempting me into another bad decision. A little flirting and a hook up with Taylor seem harmless . . . until Manny Martinez jumps me on the dance floor and starts beating the crap out of me. And just like that I add one more bad decision to my résumé. Taylor Hart: I always thought hockey players were hot. Now I think they’re crazy. Manny broke my heart when he got traded to another team and left without even a goodbye. Then he showed up at my best friend’s wedding. All I wanted to do was show Manny that I was over him. And the groom’s sexy brother, JP, seemed more than willing to be my distraction. But after the way everything went down, I want nothing to do with any of them. Easier said than done. Especially when Lacey’s new brother-in-law is always around. . . . And I keep thinking about the wedding night, when we snuck away to his room for the best sex of my life.
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In It to Win It by Kelly Jamieson
Brittany's rating: 3 of 5 stars I love hockey, and I love hockey books. Some hockey books are really good, but then others just kind of fall short. This book was good, but not the greatest that I've ever read. And I am split down the middle when it comes to whether or not to recommend you to read it. I had trouble getting into this book. It's the second in a series, but a standalone, and from what I gathered, you really don't need to read the first book in the series to read this one. It eludes to things that happened in book one, but nothing major is needed to be known before reading this. I don't really know how to describe my feelings for this book. It was a good read, but not one that I will necessarily rave about. I don't want that to come out sounding mean, I'm just saying that this book was missing some wow moments to make this a five star read. View all my reviews
About Kelly Jamieson Kelly Jamieson is a USA Today bestselling author of over 40 romance novels and novellas. Her writing has been described as “emotionally complex”, “sweet and satisfying” and “blisteringly sexy”. She likes black coffee, white wine and high heels…and of course cheering on her Winnipeg Jets during hockey season!
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Title: Bodyguard to the Billionaire
Series: The Billionaire Duet #1
Author: Nana Malone
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: July 23, 2019
Blurb
Derrick Arlington is one of the world's most eligible billionaires. Voted Sexiest Man Aliveâtwo years running.
âªAnd I just so happen to look exactly like him.
âªItâs never came in handy until I get offered an actual job out of it.
âªIt was supposed to be so simple.
âªGo to the Winston Isles, stand in as his body double for a few weeks, go back to my life.
âªBut when our carefully constructed plan goes awry and the billionaire goes missing, I have no choice but to take his place and hire a bodyguard. The best in the business: a smart-mouthed, tight-assed, lady bodyguard.
âªZia Barnes is the LAST thing I want, even if I need her. She's determined, smart, and has no idea I'm a total imposter.
âªGood thing I have no intention on falling for her, or I'd be royally screwed.
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Excerpt
âGet rid of her, or she comes with us.â
âIâm not going anywhere, buddy.â I jabbed him in the chest in an attempt to create more space. In close combat with this guy, Iâd lose. Sure, I was faster and nimbler. But one good hit and Iâd be down.
His sharp, slashing brows drew down. âSuit yourself. I know what to do with someone like you.â
Iâd bet he did. And none of those things included me sleeping in my warm cozy bed tonight. âBabe, come on the royal family wants a photo.â
Gray Eyes arched a brow. âDarling, you go ahead Iâll meet you there.â His voice was sin and bad decisions mixed together.
I stood my ground. Now was no time for him to be noble. âOh, I know King Sebastian insists.â
âIâll have to pass, love.â
âYeah, you heard him, heâll have to ââ
He was talking and also raising his right arm. All I saw was the black gleam, and I acted, launching myself in the air and slamming against Gray Eyes. Toppling him over and covering his body with mine, tranq gun raised.
Wasting no time, I squeezed twice. The asshole about to shoot at us was big. Who knew if two doses would be enough? But I was prepared to run.
The muscle-bound brute fell to his knees. I rolled on my back, ready for anything.
But I didnât need to worry. Two hits with the tranq had done the job.
I sucked in a shuddering breath.
When I turned to my bed of muscles, he was glaring at me. âDo you have a bloody death wish?â
His voice had lost some of the sin quality. It was colder, like he was pissed.
I pushed to my feet. âWhat? You wanted me to let you go with that asshole? He was going to kill you.â
âI promise you, Iâm quite capable.â
Unbelievable. âYou could have fooled me. Men wielding weapons and shoving you into a car are generally bad news.â
His gaze narrowed as he glowered at me. âI had it under control.â
I crossed my arms. âOh, so you're delusional. Okay then. Goodbye, crazy. And P.S. You're welcome.â
âYou generally only say thank you when youâre glad someone did something.â
I shook my head. âFor fuckâs sake. Next time Iâll let you die then. Pity. You look expensive, like someone would miss you, but itâs no skin off my back. Iâll just let the homicidal asshole kill you when he wakes up.â
âYou could have been hurt. Did you pay attention to what just happened?â
âYou mean besides me putting on a display of badassery the likes of which youâve never seen? I also made this couture look damn good. Oh yes⦠and saved your ass.â
âMy ass didnât need saving, princess.â
âIâm not a princess, asshole. Iâm a Kingâs Knight. I donât need anybody to save me. Have a nice life.â As I strutted off, I flipped him the bird.
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Releasing September 17, 2019
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Bodyguard to the Billionaire by Nana Malone
Brittany's rating: 4 of 5 stars I have been loving this series that started with the Royals. Zia is every girl's role model. She's strong and sassy and can hold her own. And Derrick is every girl's wet dream. Rich, handsome, and charming. Except Derrick isn't actually Derrick. Derrick is actually Theo, but Derrick is also Derrick... yeah, that really doesn't get confusing. Nana Malone does a great job of keeping them separate but at the same time together. The ending has me psyched for the next book. What a cliffhanger! View all my reviews
Author Bio
USA Today Bestselling Author, NANA MALONEâs love of all things romance and adventure started with a tattered romantic suspense she borrowed from her cousin on a sultry summer afternoon in Ghana at a precocious thirteen. Sheâs been in love with kick butt heroines ever since. Want to hit me up? Just email me:With her overactive imagination, and channeling her inner Buffy, it was only a matter a time before she started creating her own characters. Waiting for her chance at a job as a ninja assassin, Nana, meantime works out her drama, passion and sass with fictional characters every bit as sassy and kick butt as she thinks she is. The books in her series have been on multiple Amazon Kindle and Barnes & Noble best seller lists as well as the iTunes Breakout Books list and most notably the USA Today Bestseller list. Until that ninja job comes through, youâll find Nana working hard on additional books for her series as well as other fun, sassy romances for characters that wonât leave her alone. And if sheâs not working or hiding in the closet reading, sheâs acting out scenes for her husband, daughter and puppy in sunny San Diego.
nana@nanamaloneromance.com
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