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The moment I saw her dancing on top of the bar, I knew I had to have her.
I couldn’t look away.
I’d settle for one night, but she didn’t even want to give me her number.
I could tell Lily was holding back, but I wasn’t afraid of a challenge.
Lily
I felt the second his eyes landed on me, and I knew I’d never be the same.
The cosmic pull towards him was undeniable.
Dante wore me down with his playful Leo charm and confident smile.
He made me feel fearless... maybe it was a sign I was ready to fall again.
Is true love written in the stars for these star-crossed strangers?
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Play the Hand you Were Dealt by M. Jay Granberry- Release Promotion with Excerpt & Giveaway7/23/2020 ♦ ♦ ♦
There is a new player in the Naked City, and I want it all.
The money.
The casinos.
The power that so few can handle and even less deserve.
There are obstacles.
Rules of engagement that limit my action and shorten my reach.
But the fates have been shuffled and the cards now dealt.
It is time to begin.
One treacherous game. Seven reluctant players. Destiny will crown one.
And luck will destroy the others.
Let’s play.
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Think Devyn. What did you miss? What did you miss?
What...Did...You...Miss?
Nothing...I’ve missed...nothing. I force myself to go over the list again.
Players identified...check.
Dossiers on each player complete...check.
Strengths identified...check.
Weaknesses magnified...check.
Invitations constructed and ready to be sent...check, check, check.
I’ve put in the work. Constructed a flawless game that will end with my man at the top of the heap, and I swear to God should he fall I will raze this fucking city to the ground and every person in it will burn.
Deep breath Devyn. Deep...breath.
You’ve checked all boxes. Breathe easy.
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Among her favorite things are classic fairy tales, smutty books where characters have heart, old lady sweaters (preferably chunky knit), gift baskets (giving not receiving), and charcuterie trays (green olives, smoked cheese, and Genoa salami).
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We're so excited to share the title and the blurb for Love Her Madly (Sex. Rock. Mafia.) by Jessica Ruben! This is the second stand alone novel in the series. If you like hot, broody heroes and angst...this is the book for you!
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NA Contemporary Romance
From International Bestselling author Jessica Ruben comes a passionate romance. From India to Iran and New York City, buckle up for a journey you won’t forget. Darius is a man with power and control. As a child in the Mumbai slums, living among lethal street gangs, all he cared about was his safety and where he would find his next meal. That is, until the Madame of the most famed brothel in India finds him, offering him a life he can’t refuse. As an intelligent, beautiful woman raised in a small mountain village, Gini never would have imagined a place like The Mansion exists. Stolen by Darius into a dark underworld where the famed Mullah Omar arranges pleasure marriages to the highest bidder, Gini fights for survival. At first frightened by the dangerous man who keeps her prisoner, Darius slowly becomes the one light in her dark world.
The Madame. The Mullah. The Protector. The Beauty.
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Jessica Ruben lives and works in New York City, where she spends her days dominating in the court room as an attorney. Come nightfall, she writes romances centering on gorgeous alpha males and the intelligent women who love them.
Jessica is an insatiable reader, and will devour a few books a week without batting an eyelash. Books have always been her drug of choice, and she has no plans on detox anytime soon. She has three wildly delicious children and a husband who, for reasons unimaginable to her, loves her brand of crazy. http://jessicarubenauthor.com
Title: Torn
Series: Cherry Grove #3
Author: Cole Lepley
Genre: New Adult Romance
Release Date: June 30, 2020
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Coach said no distractions this season No drinking No Girls I've already broken one rule-- and I'm working on the second Mackenzie My therapist said no dating this year No relationships No sex I'm getting better at following the rules-- but the new quarterback is making it so hard to be good.
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Cole Lepley is a contemporary romance author of bad-ass alpha heroes, a whole lot of drama, and happy endings. She writes realistic relationships that you can't help but fall in love with.
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Series: The Casella Cousins
Author: Kathryn Shay
Genre: Contemporary Romance Novella
Release Date: July 22, 2020
He took her for granted in their young life together but now he wants her back. She's having none of his pleas for a second chance, not after he broke her heart in a million different ways.
Legal Aid Attorney Seth Casella is a truly good guy. Or so everybody thinks. But he’s got a darker side, one that surfaced when he repeatedly betrayed his former girlfriend, Julianne. He tells her he’s changed, but she doesn’t buy it.
Music therapist Julianne Ford is sick of being the forgiving, good girl next door. Not only does she reject Seth’s overtures—again!—but she's taking her own walk on the wild side now, and she likes it. Most of the world sees them as defenders of the poor and neglected, and they are, but together they just can’t get it right.
A heart-breaking legal aid case for Seth and the challenge of helping her dysfunctional students using her beloved music backdrop complicate their search for the way back to each other and a reunion that will last forever.
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Chapter 1
“Thanks, Mama.” Seth Casella squeezed his mother’s hand. “Another great breakfast.” Carmella smiled. “I’ll miss these meals with you when you go back to your own place.” Seth had stayed at his mother’s house to recover from a stabbing at Legal Aid by the disgruntled husband of a client, but he was healing well. “I’ll miss them, too. I’m going to try not to work so much this time around and come to dinner when you’ll have me.” “I’ll believe that when I see it.” Neither had heard the woman come in through the garage and enter the kitchen until she spoke. Seth swallowed hard. Julianne Ford been visiting every day since his sojourn here. And her appearances were just about killing him. “Hi, Julianne.” “Good morning, Seth.” A frown marred her brow. “How much longer are you going to be at your mom’s house?” “I’m going home soon.” Mama stood and hugged her. The two women had gotten close, even though Seth had blown his and Jules’ relationship more than one time—and now, for good. “Hello, dear.” When Julianne sat at the table, they chatted some, then Mama asked, “Did you talk to Celia yesterday?” Celia Ford and Seth’s mother had been friends for decades and raised their families together. “Yeah, Mom’s loving the hot weather in Florida. She said to say hi and she’ll call you soon.” Seth stood. “Want some coffee?” “Um, sure.” She addressed his mother. “Actually, I came over to ask you to go out to dinner, Carmella.” “Not tonight, sweetie. I’m watching Tommy.” Seth’s oldest brother’s son. “Some other time, then.” Carmella’s phone rang. Her face brightened “I-I have to take this. I’m expecting a call. I’ll be back, darlings.” His mother left, and Seth poured coffee in a cup labeled Julianne’s Mug. His hands were shaking, damn it, as he hadn’t quite recovered. Or was it Julianne’s proximity? “Here you are.” She angled her chin to where his mom had gone. Her blond hair fell in one sweep at her shoulders and some slid over her forehead. “Think she has the power to make her phone ring?” “No, she was waiting to hear from Rafe. I knew the call was coming.” “Ah.” She studied him over the rim of her mug. He wanted to tuck that strand of hair behind her ear. “So, are you feeling better?” “Physically, yes. I’m still not up to par, though.” He hesitated. Might as well tell the truth. “But I miss you, Julianne. Seeing you every day these two weeks makes me feel worse about our breakup.” Her blue eyes darkened. The two of them pretty much had the same coloring. “For the record, our contact has made me feel bad about us, too.” They’d grown up together. Playmates until junior high where they became friends, though it got awkward sometimes, like when they shared their first kiss. But in high school, they started going steady, and were a couple in college until they graduated. They’d stayed together when she went to Julliard for a master’s degree and he attended law school. How could she not miss him? “So, how’s work going?” he asked to break the awkward silence. Julianne had her own music therapy studio and was practically a violin virtuoso in her own right. “Same as always. I still love teaching. Helping kids through music.” “How’s Jordan?” She smirked. “Do you really want to know?” “Yeah, sure.” “He’s fine. We see each other almost every day.” “Funny, I haven’t noticed his car in your driveway that much.” “Keeping tabs on me?” Instead of answering, he asked, “So, it’s gotten serious?” “Maybe.” She shook her head. “What?” “You’re like a dog with a bone, Casella. You break my heart by sleeping with other women, then we split, but you can’t stand to see me with another man.” “I’ve always felt that way. Remember Colin Camp in high school? Jack Carroll in college? Watching you with them was torture.” “Yet you slept with one Sandy Baker junior year. And a teacher, for God’s sake, in college. More after that. You’re a serial adulterer.” “I thought you had to be married to commit adultery.” The joke fell flat. She scraped back her chair. “You know exactly what I mean. Tell your mother that I’ll come back tomorrow.” Setting down her coffee with a thump, she stood and headed for the garage door. Seth caught up with her in the mudroom. “Wait.” Her back to him, she shook her head. But she’d stopped. He moved in close so his body nearly aligned with hers. “Can’t we try again?” She whirled on him then. Her face flushed and her eyes glittered. But not because she was turned on. Anger burned in her from head to toe. “You have to be kidding me! I finally got out from under my love for you. Do you honestly think I’d ever take you back?” Stung, he leaned against the wall, insolently. “You have before.” The slap came hard on his face. “Go to hell, Seth.” And she stormed out. He rubbed his cheek. Everybody in his family thought he was the nice one, the giving and forgiving one. But they were wrong. At least where Julianne Ford was concerned. With her, he’d been a real bastard. # Julianne strode into the house she’d lived in all her life. Two years ago, she’d bought it from her mother when Celia went to Florida to move in with her sister. Jules didn’t slam the door, though. She didn’t stomp her feet. But above all, she didn’t cry. Years ago, she’d promised herself she would never cry over Seth Casella again. Three months ago, she’d even made up a steady boyfriend, Jordan, so Seth would leave her alone. The ruse made her feel foolish but she had to protect herself. She was dating, though. She picked up her cell phone from the counter, checked her texts and punched in a number. He answered. “Hey, there, Julianne. You said you couldn’t get together tonight.” “Yeah, my plans got aborted.” She’d hope to spend time with Carmella, without Seth hovering around them. “Then are you free to meet?” “Yes. How about The Hidden Cove Inn for cocktails at six?” “Great. See you then. I’ll be the one with the big smile.” She disconnected and looked out at the back lawn, not as big as the Casella’s but beautifully landscaped with bushes and trees. She and her mother had planted flowers which bloomed all summer, and now, at the very end of August, the geraniums and impatiens were even bigger and fuller than before. And on the deck, she’d put multi-colored ones in pots. The view soothed her. But with the calm came sadness. As if in a trance, she climbed up the stairs, crossed into the closet and pulled out an album. Sat the big square brown leather book on her bed. The insert on the front read, Happily Ever After. As if. The first page depicted her and Seth as babies, with both their moms. Then preschool, entering the building holding hands. The next was a play, where she was Cinderella and he was the Prince. He was the always the good guy. She leafed through the elementary grades and junior high, and finally the prom pictures for eleventh grade. She’d been so happy that night. They’d talked about sleeping together afterward so she’d put on her best underwear, used some of her mother’s perfume and smoothed down the as-sexy-a- dress as her parents would allow. She and Seth had danced the night away, totally in love. Or so she thought. At the end of the prom, he’d gone to get the car, and when he didn’t show up by the time he should have, she went to look for him. And found him kissing the daylights out of Sandy Baker, who’d attended with a group of girls… Suddenly, Julianne came out of the Seth-spell and said, “What the hell am I doing?” Damn, damn, damn. It was what she did when memories of them got to her. When he got to her. She rolled to her feet, spread the album on the bed, and proceeded to viciously rip out the pages. Then she tore each of them into pieces. She’d wouldn’t wallow like this again. After disposing of the mess, she crossed to her closet and picked out a dress to wear tonight. Thinking about someone else was just what she needed. # Seth waited for his supervisor from work to arrive. He hated having to put her out, but his doctor forbade him to drive for another week and she offered to come here to talk to him in person. He was going stir crazy. The doorbell rang at four. He crossed to the foyer and let Ellen Danner in. They weren’t close friends but he liked her. About forty-five, married with two kids, she was tall and attractive. “Hey, Seth. You look better than I expected you to.” “Thanks. Following doctor’s orders.” “As if you’d ever do any harm to yourself or others.” Having been hurt by Julianne’s remarks, he enjoyed Ellen’s view of him. They took seats on the sofa in the adjacent living room and made small talk for a few minutes. Then, Ellen gestured to the bag she placed in front of her. “So, we’ve got a backlog,” “What else is new?” “This time it’s serious.” He frowned. “Because I’ve been out?” “Partly, but in any case, we need more counselors and we still can’t get the funding for them.” The plight of social organizations that helped the poor. “Can I do anything from home?” “Yes, if it won’t tax your recovery.” “Please, I’m going nuts.” “That’s what you said on the phone. You’ve been with us a long time so I trust you with this. I brought a stack of case files. I was thinking you could go through them and prioritize them.” “You mean rank the applicants’ misery.” “I see it that way, too. If you don’t want this distasteful job, it’s okay.” “No, I’ll try to be objective.” Not his strong suit, though. “You’ll have to set up phone interviews. You’re still getting paid because your…injury happened at Legal Aid.” Her eyes clouded. “I’m so sorry for that. I know I told you that before, but I am.” He squeezed her arm. “Ellen, I’m doing fine. It was no one’s fault but Malone’s.” The guy who stabbed him. “Did you get an alarm system put in?” “Yeah. Of all things. We received an anonymous donation for it.” “Where from?” “New York City. I have no idea why. We got a cashier’s check and a note telling us to use it for security.” That seemed like Hayley’s hand. He’d ask her point blank. “So, you’ll do this, Seth?” “Uh-huh.” “Let me know when you’ve decided on the first five we’ll take. That’s all we can handle now. And thanks. I’m glad you didn’t quit.” “What for?” His hand went to his stomach. “A little cut like this?” “Your injury was a lot more than that. You’re a good guy, not bitter about what happened to you.” “That’s what they keep telling me.” # Julianne showered and dressed for her date in a calf-length deep peach skirt and matching T-shirt. But before she left, she went to a closet and fished out the journals from over the years in case she needed to remember something tonight. She kept a record of her online dates from a service called RightMatch.com. Everybody told her these sites could be dangerous, but she didn’t want to date a colleague and she didn’t socialize much. She used to have Seth’s family in her life and that was enough. Besides, she knew a lot of people who’d met their soulmates through the internet. You already met your soulmate. Stop it, Julianne. She opened the book. And looked back. Two years ago: Tristan Long, tall, blonde, handsome, a lawyer in Hidden Cove, nice guy. The relationship lasted six months, but they didn’t have a lot in common. Eighteen months ago: Mitch Preston, dark eyes, dark hair, a middle school music teacher, sweet. Too sweet, as it turned out. She’d written: Why can’t I fall for somebody like this? A year ago: Carlo Monti, very Italian, she’d liked his possessiveness at first. Then he became overly controlling. Too bad, because the chemistry was great. He’d been the first guy she’d slept with since than Seth. Six months ago: Drew Anderson, friendly, average guy, solicitous lover. But he was a sports fanatic, and all he wanted to talk or go see were sporting events. There were two more, but she closed the book. Her online life had not been fruitful. Maybe tonight would be better. With still a half hour to go, her phone buzzed. Her sister, Liliana. Julianne clicked into FaceTime. “Hey, sis, just checking to see how you are.” Liliana was dressed in a navy suit with a white blouse. Her light brown hair was pulled back in a bun, which accented her high cheek bones. “Hi, Lil.” “Do you have time to talk?” “Yeah. You still at work?” Liliana was and undersecretary to the governor of D.C. She had ambitions and immersed herself in Washington politics. “Yeah, no rest for the weary.” “Do you do anything outside of work?” “Do you?” “Yeah, I go out.” “That why you’re dressed up?” “Uh-huh, I’m meeting a friend for drinks.” She heard commotion, then said, “Hold on a sec.” From a distance, Liliana asked, “Do you need something, Mark?” A mumbling. Then, “Sorry Jules, I have to go. It thought I had time to chat, given the hour, but duty calls.” “Don’t worry about it, we chat more soon.” She and Liliana used to be best friends, growing up only a year apart, sharing all of their experiences, but had had grown apart in the last ten years. She was never a Seth fan, so that caused division, too. All that made Julianne sad tonight. Fifteen minutes later, she walked into the Hidden Cove Inn, then entered the restaurant. Several people were sitting at the bar. One turned. And smiled. That must be Jason Zyzeri. He slid off the stool and walked toward her. He was tall and well-built, but not pumped. His hair was dark and his eyes light brown, she could see when he got closer. “Julianne?” “Yeah. Jason, right?” “Yes.” He extended his hand. “Nice to meet you.” He looked around. “Let’s get a table.” He motioned to one then allowed her to go first. When they were seated, a waitress approached them. “I’ve got a drink,” he said to her. “Julianne?” “I’ll have a gin and tonic.” “So,” he asked when the woman left, “What do you want to know about me?” “Well, I know you like old movies, you work at a computer firm in Camden Cove, and that you have a dog you love.” “That’s on my profile. What else?” She’d given this some thought. “What makes you happy, Jason?” “Long walks in the park.” Her face blanked. “Gotcha, there.” She laughed at the cliché. A sense of humor in a guy was a good thing. “I like riding my bike in the morning. I love Italian food, red wine—” he held up his glass to prove it. “And I want a family. I didn’t put that down, so if you don’t, we can enjoy our drinks and part on friendly terms.” “I want a family. I didn’t put that down either because the notion scares men away.” “Yeah, parenting isn’t for sissies. I know that term isn’t PC, but it fits the bill.” “Do you have any kids?” His eyes crinkled. “A hoard of nieces and nephews.” “Ah.” “Do you have any? Kids or other little ones in your life?” “No. There’s only my sister and me. She has no children either.” When Alessia, Seth’s sister, had been in her life, she her adorable nephews to spoil. They traded more likes and dislikes, and at the end of the hour Julianne had set for herself, she reached down and picked up her purse. “Thanks for meeting me tonight. I enjoyed your company. I hope you felt the same.” His eyes widened. “Do you have to leave now?” “I’m afraid so.” She stood. “I have a strict rule for first online dates.” “Have you had many?” “No. You?” “You’re my first.” “I’m honored. I’ll be in touch.” “I hope so, Julianne.” “Thanks. Good night, Jason. What she didn’t see as she walked away was Jason’s hand fist, the dark scowl on his face. Nor did she hear the mumble arrogant bitch come from his mouth.
A NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY bestselling author, Kathryn Shay has been a lifelong writer and teacher. She has written dozens of self-published original romance titles, print books with the Berkley Publishing Group and Harlequin Enterprises and mainstream women’s fiction with Bold Strokes Books. She has won many awards for her work: five RT Book Reviews awards, the Bookseller’s Best Award, Foreword Magazine’s Book of the Year and several “Starred Reviews.” One of her firefighter books hit #20 on the NEW YORK TIMES list. Her novels have been serialized in COSMOPOLITAN magazine and featured in USA TODAY, THE WALL STREET JOURNAL and PEOPLE magazine. There are over ten million copies of her books in print and downloaded online. Reviewers have called her work “emotional and heart-wrenching.”
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The Jezebel, an incredible forbidden, second chance romance by Wall Street Journal bestselling author, Dylan Allen is available now!
Stone Rivers is a sin I can’t commit.
After years of playing the trophy, puppet, perfectionist,
I’ve forgotten who I am.
Until the boy from my past walks back into my life.
Handsome as sin, charming beyond belief—Stone Rivers is temptation personified.
Our combustible chemistry shatters my resolve.
His blistering kisses remind me of everything I used to want.
But, our present is just as messy as our past.
And reckless as it may be, I can’t let him go.
My name is Regan Wilde.
I’m a mother, a sister, a daughter.
But Stone and I?
We’re a scandal in the making.
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Excerpt: “I’m not that boy either, I don’t think I’ve got one foot in the grave, but relationships aren’t my thing. I used to think you’d be mine--.”
“You did?” She asks wide eyed with surprise.
“--when I was too young to know better.” I finish.
“And now?”
“Now…” I turn my gaze away, a caught off guard by the direct question. I run a hand through my hair while I pick my words carefully. “Now, there’s some nostalgia for the past. But 99.5% of this is just a man who is insanely attracted to a woman who speaks his language in more ways than one. Your pussy feels great, tastes great too. I want more of it. But I’m not going to fall in love or anything... so, you don’t have to worry that I’ll stab your husband.”
Her bark of laughter seems to surprise her as much as it surprises me. “I was thinking more like uncomfortable silences and dark glares.”
“Not my style.” I assure her.
Her lips twist. “Well, then let me speak for myself. I don’t want to end up with my feelings fucked. Clearly, I’m not in the best place emotionally. Maybe…we should just play it by ear. See how we feel once we’re all alone.”
I couldn’t disagree more, but I’m not going to pressure her about this.
“It’ll be great, either way, and I’ll take my cues from you.” I say and I mean it. Maybe when this is over, we’ll walk away friends again. At the very worst, she’ll be excellent company. And I know that we don’t need sex to connect.
From our time in the bakery and that shuttle ride, I also know that Regan will break all sorts of rules when she thinks no one is watching. And we’re going to have plenty of alone time in the next few days.
“I was going to leave at 9, is that too early?” I ask.
She looks at me, her dark eyes twinkling, her smile wider than I’ve seen it since we’ve been here. “Right now wouldn’t be too early.” She declares and then jumps up.
“Oh my God,” she screams suddenly and flops onto her back, clutching a pillow to her chest and kicking her legs wildly.
“Woah!” I lurch back in surprise when she pops back up in a flash of dark hair and gleaming white teeth.
“I’m so excited. I’ve never done anything like this. I can’t believe it.”
“It won’t be luxurious like this. I don’t even know where I’m staying in Balandra.”
“But it’ll be an adventure,” her enthusiasm in unflagging.
“Do you speak Spanish?”
“A little?” She says with a nervous grin.
“Okay. Just don’t buy anything without me haggling for you, okay?”
“Okay. So, we’re going? Really?” Her expression is hopeful but tinged with fear. Like she’s just been given the chance to have something she wants desperately and she’s afraid to believe it. It’s the most vulnerable I’ve ever seen her, and it takes my breath away.
In a flash of certainty, I know that I’d move heaven and earth before I let that hope on her face do anything but flourish.
“Yes, really. It’ll be fun at the very worst and at it’s very best, it will be life changing,” I say.
She laughs and rolls her eyes. “I’ll be happy if it’s not a total disaster and I come home with all of my limbs intact.”
“Oh, then you’re going to be ecstatic. Because you’re going to learn things about yourself you can’t know until you go to a place you’ve never been before.”
“Wow. You’re really good at selling the idea of travel.”
“I’m an evangelist for it.”
She starts to dance around.
Maybe living in Houston won’t be so bad. Especially if we can find a way to keep this going. No. I can’t let myself start thinking like that. When I move back to Houston, it won’t matter.
There, she’s so off limits, it’s not even funny.
No, what happens here is going to stay here. But as I watch Regan Wilde's sexy ass twirl around her hotel room with that horizon at her back, I get a glimpse of another unknowable destination - one where my future and my past collide, and then click into place.
About Dylan Allen Wall Street Journal and USA Today bestselling author, Dylan Allen is a Texas girl with a serious case of wanderlust. A self-proclaimed happily ever junkie, she loves creating stories where her characters chase their own happy endings. When she isn’t writing or reading, eating or cooking, she and her family are planning their next adventure.
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Release Date: July 22
Life at its most complete is still unexpected.
Reid Bowen ruined her life and he is the one person she trusted. She had no business getting involved with him.
Sienna Parker is the only girl he’s ever wanted and now he’s lost her. But he will stop at nothing to win her back.
Forced together by circumstance, Sienna’s heart will be tested, but it’s Reid who must risk it all to protect them both.
With their future at stake, it’s the unexpected that changes their lives.
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Reid Bowen is her brother’s best friend and the biggest womanizer on campus. She has no business wanting him.
Sienna Parker is forbidden and the sweetest fruit he can never taste. But if he can’t have her, no one can.
Forced together by a road trip home, it will not only test their patience, but also their resolve to stay away from each other.
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Meet Claire Raye
Not only is Claire Raye a really sweet pen name, it’s actually a pen name for two sarcastic best friends who met through their mutual love of reading. After bonding over books (and wine and cheese), Claire and Raye decided to take the plunge and see if they could write a book together and ta dah… The Rockport Beach Series was born! In addition to their shared love of food and dropping an occasional (read: a lot) of f bombs, the writing duo that is Claire Raye like to write about strong sassy females who aren’t afraid to say what’s on their mind and the overprotective men who fall in love with them.
Writing The Rockport Beach Novels was so much fun, even if book two needed a shared vacation, a stolen bottle of champagne and far too much vodka and POG to get it back on track! Both halves of Claire Raye are married and both of their husbands have a cheeky side that gets plenty of airtime in their books. From their smart mouths to their witty one-liners, there’s plenty of material to use for all those alpha males Claire and Raye love to write about.
While Claire and Raye aren’t sure they’ll ever reveal who they really are – there’s just something about your co-workers knowing you write erotic love scenes that makes having a pen name that much easier – they are definitely going to keep on writing. With several more books out since the Rockport Beach Series released, Claire and Raye are constantly chatting new ideas, new plots and of course, their next couple! So stick around, there’s so much exciting stuff to share with you all!
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EXODUS, book two, is the explosive conclusion in The Ravenhood Duet from best-selling author, Kate Stewart, is coming August 6th! Get ready for a sinfully □□□, □□□□□□, □□□□□□□□□□□□□□, and □□□□□□□ love story filled with suspense, a little action, and □□□. □□. □□□. □□□□□!
EXODUS (The Ravenhood Duet, book 2) by Kate Stewart
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Blurb:
Can you live a lie?
It’s a ghost town, this place that haunts me, the one that made me.
It’s clear to me that I’ll never outgrow Triple Falls or outlive the time I spent here.
I can still feel them all, my boys of summer.
Even when I’d sensed the danger, I gave in.
I didn’t heed a single warning. I let my sickness, my love, both rule and ruin me. I played my part, eyes wide open, tempting fate until it delivered.
There was never going to be an escape.
All of us are to blame for what happened. All of us serving our own sentences. We were careless and reckless, thinking our youth made us indestructible, exempt from our sins, and it cost us all.
I’m done pretending I didn’t leave the largest part of me between these hills and valleys, between the sea of trees that hold my secrets.
It’s the reason I’m back. To make peace with my fate.
And if I can’t grieve enough to cure myself in my time here, I’ll remain sick. That will be my curse.
But it’s time to confess, to myself more so than any other, that I’d hindered my chances because of the way I was built, and because of the men who built me.
At this point, I just want to make peace with who I am, no matter what ending I get.
Because I can no longer live a lie.
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-- EXCERPT: I’m so nervous for the rest of the day, I can’t even concentrate on math. I can’t shake the feeling that Marie is in danger and that it’s my fault. When Julian finally comes to get me for dinner, I’m on pins and needles. As soon as he walks in, I bombard him with questions. “Is she okay? Marie, I mean. You didn’t do anything to her, right?” “Why would you ask me that? I told her it was fine to come in.” “I thought…” “You thought I killed her?” He arches a brow in questioning. I feel ashamed to admit it, but nod since there isn’t any point in lying to him. Julian is cruel, sinister, and I know he wouldn’t hesitate to kill someone. Man or woman. “I didn’t kill her… but your concern for her well-being is interesting.” “Interesting?” “Maybe that’s not the right word. Convenient would be better.” “What that’s supposed to mean?” I’m almost afraid to find out. “At the event I’m taking you to, I need you to behave. I need you to act a certain way and do things you might not want to do, but you will do them because if you don’t, Marie might get hurt.” The words slowly enter my mind, and I piece the puzzle together. “You’re using her against me,” I growl angrily. “Yes, but I will not harm her if you behave, and I will reward you. I will give you more freedom. All you have to do is prove yourself to me.” “Prove myself? What does that even mean?” I toss my hands into the air. “I’ve never done anything for you not to trust me. I’ve played all your games, never fought you on anything. I let you keep me in your bedroom without complaining. I think I’ve proven myself enough… maybe you are the one who needs to prove himself to me.” As soon as the last bit leaves my mouth, I regret saying it. Not because it’s not true, but because I don’t want to provoke Julian.
GIVEAWAY! Katherine Gates has been in love with Cash Greer since the moment he saved her life from a runaway goat. According to Cash, she’s the little sister he never had, the greatest roommate in the world and his favorite coworker. They’re friends—best friends. In the dark days of her youth, it was her friendships that kept her alive and made life in a junkyard worth living. So she’s learned to shove her feelings for Cash down deep, even if that means ignoring eyes that shine brighter than the Montana summer sun and the smile that illuminates the snowiest winter day. Except with every passing year, the denial takes its toll on her wounded heart until one day Katherine decides to take an impulsive road trip to the Oregon coast. Alone. That is, until Cash cons his way into the passenger seat. The farther they travel, the harder it is to pretend. And when she confesses her feelings, she learns that Cash has some secrets of his own. Secrets that will either bond them together. Or rip them apart. 5 Heart Review by Ashley I love the way Devney Perry has built this series. How each standalone grabs you and makes you root for its characters in its own unique way. And if ever there was a perfect summer read then Quarter Miles is it. Classic car. Best friends. Road trip! And let me tell you, I was hanging on every coin flip. I absolutely adored Kat. She was intelligent and brave. She had overcome so much in her life. Found a family and a home. And also fell in love with a man who couldn't see her as the incredible woman she was. Or so she thought. Oh Cash. He was a great guy. Hardworking but laid back. And doing his best not to give into the temptation that was his best friend. There was so much back and forth between Kat and Cash that I truly had no clue how it was going to pan out. The internal battle of confessing their feelings or holding it close to the chest. The assumption that the other didn't feel the same. Emotions were high and everything was hanging in the balance. The yearning was palpable and I was holding my breath to see if these two, who knew each other so well, would get out of their own way. Quarter Miles is the kind of book I love to get swept away by. Realistic, relatable characters. Fabulous friendships. Great destinations. Cash and Kat's friends-to-lovers romance blew me away. It was sweet and angsty. Sexy and dramatic. And that ending- be still my racing heart. It summed up Kat and Cash's wild ride perfectly. PS- And I have to say this, and I know it is going to make the review a little long, but oh well. There is one scene where Devney Perry captured the magic and the wonder and awe of seeing Kat seeing the ocean for the first time that legit brought tears to my eyes. It reminded me of the first time I went to the beach. How I just stared and got lost in the majesty and power of it all. And anytime a book can get that kind of visceral reaction out of me- I'm all in. Excerpt “Why did you turn the air on?” she asked, looking above us to the open air. “I’m hot.” Desperate. What would it take for her to put on a goddamn sweater? “Are you wearing sunscreen?” “Uh, no.” She gave me a sideways glance. “Why?” “You’re going to get burned.” Get the sweater, Kat. You know you want to. “I’ll be fine. At the next gas station, I’ll grab a bottle for us.” Us. Why did that word sound so serious? It wasn’t the intimate kind of us. There was no us. Not in the couple sense of the word. Did I want there to be an us? Yes. That lightning-fast internal response nearly had me slamming on the brakes, turning this car around and going back to Montana, where the world was normal. Kat was my friend. My best friend. Roommate. Coworker. Pseudo sibling. There were days when I’d trade Easton for her permanently. Okay, any day. There were plenty of ways to label our relationship and us was not one. I could not—would not—tear down the boundaries that nearly a decade and firm family reminders had put in place. About the Author Devney is a USA Today bestselling author. Born and raised in Montana, she loves writing books set in her treasured home state. After working in the technology industry for nearly a decade, she abandoned conference calls and project schedules to enjoy a slower pace at home with her husband and two sons. Writing one book, let alone many, was not something she ever expected to do. But now that she’s discovered her true passion for writing romance, she has no plans to ever stop. Devney loves hearing from readers! Connect with her on social media. AUTHOR LINKS Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/devneyperrybooks/ Amazon Author Page: https://amzn.to/2N1u9xz Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/devneyperry/ Website: https://devneyperry.com Twitter: https://twitter.com/devneyperry Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/15854913.Devney_Perry Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/devneyperry/ BookBub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/devney-perry |