A #BitterSweetHeat Standalone
Author: Harloe Rae
Genre: New Adult/Second Chance Romance
Release Date: September 28, 2018
Delilah Sage was my comfort within all the pain.
Offering open arms when I needed an escape.
The only one trusted to be there for me.
But our dreams were doomed from the start.
And I left her clinging to false hope.
Regret has plagued me for years.
The memories of Delilah refuse to fade.
Each second of every day, I want to claim her as mine.
But I wonât ruin her life.
And sheâs better off without me.
When a job lands me in town, I plan to keep my distance.
My scars are mine alone.
Dredging up the past will only cause deeper damage.
But Delilah has always been my weakness.
And resisting her isnât an option.
After all, thereâs far too much for us to miss.
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âWhy are you being like this?â I ask softly.
His voice is even more flat when he says, âNot sure what you mean. This is me.â
âYouâre acting so detached and strange. This isnât like you.â
âWell, you donât know me anymore.â
That response brings fury and betrayal roaring to the surface again. âAnd whose fault is that, Zeke?â I grab a nearby mug with the intention of throwing it at his head. Heâs giving me worse mood swings than Aunt Flo.
âWe both know the answer. Letâs not play guessing games.â
âYouâre ridiculous. I donât understand you at all,â I say.
âA lot happens in five years. Youâre not the only one whoâs changed.â He gestures around the store.
âWhat is that supposed to mean? Are you upset about my career choice?â
âNah, that isnât it.â
âWhat then? Letâs stop dancing around. You came here for a reason,â I point out.
A flush races up his neck, painting the stubbled skin an angry red. âAll of this is proof you never needed me. Not like I fucking depend on you.â
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Harloe Rae is an Amazon Top 100 bestselling author. Her passion for writing and reading has taken on a whole new meaning. Each day is an unforgettable adventure.
Harloe is a Minnesota gal with a serious addiction to romance. Sheâs always chasing an epic happily ever after. When sheâs not buried in the writing cave, Harloe can be found hanging with her hubby and son. If the weather permits, she loves being lakeside or out in the country with her horses.
Harloe is the author of Redefining Us, Forget You Not, Watch Me Follow, GENT, and MISS. These titles are available on Amazon. Her upcoming romance, MISS, releases September 28th.
Title: The Last Resort Motel: Room 419
Author: Ann Mayburn
Genre: Surprise Marriage Romance (Older Man/Younger Woman)
Release Date: September 24, 2018
When Ivy goes to Las Vegas with her parents she never expects to wake up married to Deacon, one of her dad's best friends and her teenage crush. Especially considering the last time she saw him she'd kissed him and he totally blew her off. She thought he wasn't interested, but the ring on her finger says otherwise...now if she could only remember actually getting married.
Deacon has spent the last few years biding his time, giving Ivy a chance to grow up before he claimed her as his. One night was all it took to get his ring on her finger, and he'll be damned if he lets anyone keep them apart now. Something easier said than done when Ivy's parents find out he made their darling daughter his wife.
With over fifty published books, Ann is Queen of the Castle to her wonderful husband and three sons in the mountains of West Virginia. In her past lives she's been an Import Broker, a Communications Specialist, a US Navy Civilian Contractor, a Bartender/Waitress, and an actor at the Michigan Renaissance Festival. She also spent a summer touring with the Grateful Dead-though she will deny to her children that it ever happened.
From a young age Ann has been fascinated by myths and fairytales, and the romance that was often the center of the story. As Ann grew older and her hormones kicked in, she discovered trashy romance novels. Great at first, but she soon grew tired of the endless stories with a big wonderful emotional buildup to really short and crappy sex. Never a big fan of purple prose, throbbing spears of fleshy pleasure and wet honey pots make her giggle, she sought out books that gave the sex scenes in the story just as much detail and plot as everything else-without using cringe worthy euphemisms. This led her to the wonderful world of Erotic Romance, and she's never looked back.
Now Ann spends her days trying to tune out cartoons playing in the background to get into her 'sexy space' and has accepted that her Muse has a severe case of ADD.
Ann loves to talk with her fans, as long as they realize she's weird and that sarcasm doesn't translate well via text.
4 Star Review by Lorena
There's no secret that I love a taboo story when it comes to older guy/younger girl or vice versa.
I thought at first that this was one of those insta-love type of stories but as I continued reading on, I figured that the main characters had known each other for a long time.
I mean, when it comes to love there is no such age thing!
Ivy and Deacon have had a thing for each for a long time now, but he knew she was way too young and just up and left after Ivy kissed him, he knew that he wouldn't be able to control himself because he really liked Ivy. Ivy was hurt that he didn't reciprocate and instead decided to leave. But Deacon's reasonings for leaving were valid and I give him props for doing what he did at that time.
But as years passed, they meet up again and have a shotgun wedding but the probably is that Ivy was drunk off her butt and hardly remembers anything the following morning. But when she finds out who she's married to, can she even complain?
This book was a fun, short novel about two people who have been in love but knew that it was one of those types of love that just couldn't happen at that time.
This is my first read by this author and she really captured my attention with that blurb and she didn't disappoint!
Sparkles In Love
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I remembered my mission and left Haley, speeding up my pace as I searched for the tallest head in the bar. Brax wasn’t hard to find—he towered over ninety percent of the other patrons filling the place.
I spotted him over near the stage, his hands above his head leaning against the wall. As I got closer, I could see he was talking to a woman, who was much shorter than he. She had her back against the wall and her eyes were all starry as they peered up at him. Typical. I hadn’t even been there an hour and I had to put up with that. Not that it bothered me at all. Nope, not one single bit. Brax was a grown man who could do whatever he wanted. Who was I kidding? I was so jealous it hurt. God, why couldn’t he look at me like that?
Setting my irritation and jealousy aside, I pushed my way through the crowd and planted myself right in the middle of their partnering; facing the woman, I smiled.
“Sorry, I only need one moment of my neighbor’s time. Just one little second,” I said and raised my pointer finger to face height so she understood over the music.
I didn’t wait for her reply but immediately turned and stared up into the face of a God—crap, I mean Brax. I didn’t have time for lusty thoughts about him right now.
Brax opened his mouth to speak, but I covered it with my palm.
“No time for your cocky words, my friend. Did you do what I asked? Just nod, that’s all I need from you tonight. Save your words for what’s-her-face behind me.”
I could feel Brax laugh, his mouth moving behind my hand as he nodded up and down.
“Great, where is he?” I continued.
Brax just raised an eyebrow as I waited for his reply. I realized why he wasn’t answering and quickly removed my palm from his mouth.
“You look adorable tonight, Jess.”
Those velvety words streamed from his mouth, well, actually, were hollered, but my mind wanted to imagine it another way. Stupid man! He had no idea what he did to me. It took a lot of effort to act as if his presence didn’t affect me. Every. Damn. Day.
I hit him in the stomach. I wasn’t falling for his smoothness this time. Other girls would, but I’ve been living next to him for years and have heard it all before.
“Knock it off. Now hurry up and tell me where Goatee Guy is,” I demanded, entirely over the conversation already.
Brax peered around me before leaning over my shoulder to whisper something in the woman’s ear behind me. I knew then what being the meat in a sandwich felt like and it was pretty darn uncomfortable as my backside pushed into her front. Nevertheless, she didn’t seem to care as she giggled girlishly into my ear.
Brax stood up straight once more and flung an arm around my shoulder, pulling me away from the side of the club and making way for us through the crowd. As we reached the bar, I pushed his arm off and away and took a seat on a vacant stool. His two arms placed themselves on either side of my body, caging me in as I waited for one of the bartenders to take my order.
“First off, his name is not Goatee Guy. He’s my brother and his name is Thomas. But I’ll let him know what you call him. And yes, Thomas is here,” Brax whispered in my ear. If that bar wasn’t holding me up, the floor and I would have been quite acquainted.
“So, where is he then?” I managed to groan out. I hoped I sounded annoyed and not super flustered, which is what I was feeling with his uber-close proximity.
“I don’t know. I’m not his keeper, but he’s here somewhere,” Brax snorted. “Why is it so important to get him here anyway? I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love hanging with my baby bro, but you were adamant he had to come tonight, which makes me think you’re up to something,” Brax spoke into my ear again.
I couldn’t take it. Screw the drink, I needed fresh air A.S.A.P. Ducking under his arm, I pushed him out of the way and made a beeline for the beer garden. But as I pushed open the glass door, I felt the impact and heard, “Argh!!!” Oh God, I’d pushed the door straight into some poor guy’s nose!
I let go of the door and brought my hands up to cover my face, too scared to look. Oh God, oh God, oh God. I felt the chilly gust of air as the door was flung open again. Taking a peek out through the crack between my fingers, I saw none other than Goatee, I mean Thomas, holding a hand over his bleeding nose.
“Shit! Thomas! Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” I cried.
Grabbing him by the shirtsleeve, I took the lead and began pulling him as fast as I could through the crowd and towards the back offices where I knew Damon kept his first-aid kit. Being accident prone, I had to know exactly where he kept the medical supplies. Usually, I was fine—it was other people that really needed to steer clear of me completely or give me a tremendously wide-berth.
As we walked along the corridor, the perfect opportunity presented itself—May was just coming out of the women’s bathroom. That’s when I decided to push Thomas in front of her.
“May, you have to help him! I’m freaking out about all the blood.”
“Oh, jeepers. What happened?” May asked urgently, trying cautiously to peer behind Thomas’ hands to inspect the damage.
“I happened. I pushed a door into his face, which, mind you, I’m going to have to talk to Damon about the dangers…”
“Yes, you do that, Jess,” May cut my rambling. She grabbed Thomas and led him to the end of the corridor and through the door into the office.
I watched them disappear and couldn’t help but smile. Plan “Help May Find Love” was officially in play! Damn, this whole matchmaker thing was working like a charm. Maybe I had found my new calling—Sparkles the Matchmaker fairy.
The sad thing was I had no idea exactly what was about to be set in motion.
“T.M. Frazier sucked me in from the very first page and then slayed me with the end of Perversion. This trilogy is EPIC!”
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PERVERSION, book one in the Perversion Trilogy from USA Today bestselling author T.M. Frazier is available now!
Love is supposed to be a fairy tale.
Ours is a death wish.
I'm the executioner for the Bedlam Brotherhood.
She's a con artist working for my greatest enemy.
I use her.
She manipulates me.
We find ourselves on opposite sides of a bloody war.
My heart and head tell me I have to stay away.
My lust for her doesn't give a sh*t.
Nothing's fair in love and gang war.
PERVERSION IS BOOK ONE IN THE PERVERSION TRILOGY
BOOK TWO: POSSESSION
BOOK THREE: PERMISSION
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Emma JeanWhen I was younger, I fell in love with magic. I learned every card trick there was from library books and unmasking magic TV specials. I used to put on shows for Gabby that included escaping from complicated knots and trick handcuffs. But what’s magic besides a sleight of hand? It’s a lie. And lying is what I’m damn good at. My ability to spin a tall tale or two lead to stealing wallets and conning people into taking stray pets for the thrill of it. Now, I’m using it to earn for Marco. The thrill is there, but it’s muted, hindered, lost under his pile of mounting threats. The inside of the casino smells like stale cigarettes, spilled beer, and burnt coffee. We’re not supposed to be in here. It’s Bedlam territory. But that’s also why it’s perfect. It isn’t like anyone would recognize us here. We’ve made friends with a few of the cocktail waitresses by giving them a small cut, and they don’t ask questions or ring any alarms when they see us working. I’ve also been straightening my hair over the last few years since my crazy curls stand out like a reflector on a dark highway. I’ve dyed it a few shades darker than my normal honey blonde to help blend in. Tonight is starting off well. Gabby and I are working a con we’ve run a few times before. Gabby walks away, her long dark hair swooshing behind her. She gives me a nod as she passes me by on the slot machine I’m pretending to play. She’s just faked losing an expensive engagement ring at another slot machine. I watched out of the corner of my eye as she frantically looked around for it, then loudly announced a thousand-dollar reward would be waiting at the casino cage for whoever returned it. She is flawless. She should be an actress. And in another life, she would be. But we don’t live in another life. We live in Lacking and belong to Los Muertos. Our lives are not our own. A few people casually look around the area, then return to their machines when they don’t find the ring Gabby was ranting about. They won’t either. Because it’s not there. Yet. It's go time. I strut over to the area Gabby just left and put a dollar in the machine. While the wheels spin, I pretend to pick up the dime store ring I already have in my hand. By the time the machine dings to tell me I’ve lost my dollar, I’m turning the ring over, inspecting it like I don’t have half a dozen more just like it in my drawer back at the apartment. “Would you look at that?” I mutter to myself loud enough so others around me can hear. A man in an Adidas jumpsuit with a potbelly taps me on the shoulder. “I’ll take that. I saw the woman who dropped it. I’ll go return it to her.” Liar. You just want the reward. “That’s so nice of you,” I say. I hold it out, about to drop it into his hand when I pull it back. “I bet there’s a reward for something this valuable.” I start to walk around the man. “I’ll take it up to management. Maybe, they know…” “Here,” the man says, holding up a hundred-dollar bill. “Take this. I’ll take it to her. I just…you know, as I said, I want to make sure it gets back to the right person.” You’re not even a good liar. Sometimes, it’s just too freaking easy. And this scam wasn’t even an Emma Jean and Gabby original. We saw it a long time ago in a movie starring Jennifer Love Hewitt. Doesn’t anyone else watch movies? I shrug and pass him the ring. Plucking the bill from his hand, I tuck it into my bra. “Thanks,” I say before quickly making my way toward the large glass front doors. It’s Thursday. Marco’s money is due in two days, and we’re short this week. Really short. I walk slowly and wave goodbye to the valets with a smile on my face. “Any luck, tonight?” One asks me. “I think so,” I answer with a smile. Once I’m down the sidewalk and out of view, I scramble to the side of the casino where I kick off my heels and change from the sequined dress I’d stolen from a dry-cleaner into a pair of cut-off shorts and my yellow Keds. Now, all I have to do is wait for Gabby. I don’t have to wait long. “Run!” Gabby yells, darting from the doors of the casino with two large men wearing tight black security t-shirts close behind. Running from security is terrifying enough, knowing that we’re running from members of the Bedlam Brotherhood kicks it up a notch. I grab my backpack and sling it across my shoulders. I move as fast as I can until I’m running right alongside her. We race through the gates, cross the street, narrowly avoiding being hit by two cars. We duck into a hole in a fence and run through one backyard after the other. “One of those cunt waitresses must have tipped them off!” Gabby says, through shallow breaths. She’s barefoot in a black mini-dress hiked up to her ass to give her long legs room to run. Her long thick hair is wrapped around her face, sticking to her mouth. We hit the sixth backyard. Without another word, we separate behind a clothesline. We’ve mapped out this escape plan a thousand times, but this is the first time we’ve ever had to use it. When I make it into the central part of town, to the Los Muertos/Bedlam border, I can no longer hear the shouts of the security guards. I lost them. Hopefully, Gabby did, too. I use a tower of stacked-up wooden pallets on the sidewalk like a ladder to scale a concrete wall, then drop down into the alley. I grow more panic-stricken the longer I wait for Gabby. I bite the inside of my lip, pacing back and forth along the high wall. The Bedlam Brotherhood runs the security at the casino. If they catch her and find out who she is? Or worse? Who her brother is? They'll... I shake the thought from my mind. She’ll be fine. She HAS to be fine. Please be okay, Gabby. Please. I’m trying to catch my breath and pull myself together when I hear a clink echo through the alley as if someone dropped some spare change, followed by the sound of something heavy dropping to the asphalt. “Gabby?” I ask into the darkness. Thinking it’s her, relief washes over me like rain on a barren desert. My only answer is the flickering of a fluorescent light mounted high on the roof’s edge of the adjoining building. And the hiss of what sounds like a cat behind a dumpster. I walk over and peer around it. “Gabby? Are you hurt? Say something!” I whisper-shout. Someone moves from within the shadow. “Get out here, Gabby. We’ve got to go before Mar…” The light flickers again, for just a second. That second is all I need to see that the someone slowly stalking toward me is not Gabby. It’s a man…twice my size. “Who are you?” I ask, shuffling backward as the man cloaked in a black leather hood emerges from the shadows. The front of his jacket is open. Underneath, he's shirtless, covered in a sheen of sweat, and more tattoos than visible skin all the way up the front of his throat. His muscled chest and abs flex with each step he takes. The hood shadows most of his face, but when the lights flicker again, yellow eyes glow from within. And they’re locked on me. My ‘save your ass’ mode kicks in. The man is blocking the only exit. My only other chance of escape is to scale the same wall I used to drop into the alley. I keep moving backward as he approaches until my back hits the wall. I look left and right for something to use to climb on. There’s nothing but emptiness. My stomach sinks, but surrender is not an option. I swallow hard as the alarm bells scream in my head for me to run. Somewhere. Anywhere. There’s nowhere to go! My legs tremble. Fear crawls like a million spiders along the backs of my legs. I push myself further against the wall as if I can squish the feeling away, but it’s useless. Fear consumes me. Swallows me whole. He continues toward me. As he gets closer, I realize it’s not just sweat glistening on his skin. There’s something else splattered across the tattoos on his chest and on his stubbled jaw. It almost looks like wet paint. My breathing stops when he’s close enough that I can make out the tattoo on the front of his throat. A bleeding black rose. The symbol of the Bedlam Brotherhood. I’ve heard stories about Grim. The man in the hood. The executioner for Bedlam. They were all terrifying, but not nearly as terrifying as the reality of coming face to face with the man himself. “We didn’t do anything,” I blurt. “I mean, we did, but it wasn’t a big deal. I’ll…I’ll give the money back. Just tell your men not to hurt my friend. It was all my idea. Let her go, and you can take me.” “Who the fuck are you?” he asks. His voice is so thick and deep I feel it more than hear it. Shivers erupt all over my body. He raises his arm, revealing a long curved blade. For the first time in my life, I can’t seem to be able to hide my fear with my wit or sarcasm. My throat tightens. I can’t swallow, never mind speak. I’ve lost my words completely, along with my nerve. The man’s blade drips red onto the pavement from the serrated tip. Every fear response I didn’t even know I had runs rampant. I’m holding my breath. My muscles tense as if running was still an option. The hairs on my arms and the back of my neck prickle my skin as they stand on end. I raise up to my tip-toes and push back, trying to make myself disappear into the wall. I glance from the knife back to his chest, then back again. The splatters across his skin? It’s not fucking paint. Before I can process what the hell is happening, he switches from slow-stalking mode into hyper-speed, pinning my wrists above my head. His hard, bloodied chest pushes against me, smearing blood across my white tank top, forcing the back of my head to connect roughly with the wall. “I’ll only ask you this one more time. Who the fuck are you?” His low guttural growl rattles my bones. His unblinking, angry, golden eyes lock onto mine. Without the fluorescent light, they’re more golden brown than a glowing yellow. As much as I want to, I can’t look away. He could be the last person I ever see. The thought is just the spike of adrenaline I need. “Let me go,” I say, finally finding my words. I try and jerk my wrists from his grip with no luck. I’m trapped. My fear and anger rise to the surface, but I shove it back down. Fear won’t get me out of this situation, so it will have to wait for its damned turn. He digs his rough fingers into my skin. “Answer me. Who the fuck are you?” The bite of pain only makes me angrier. I throw his question back at him. “Who the fuck are you?” He glances down at my rapidly rising and falling chest before pinning me with his stare. The corner of his mouth tugs up in a half-smirk. “So much confidence for someone who's trembling,” he says with an amused glint shining in his demonic eyes. I shrug. “Maybe, I’m just not a fan of enclosed spaces,” I say through gritted teeth. “You didn’t answer me,” he says. “Why do you have blood all over you?” I answer him with yet another question. “You know, if you were committing some kind of crime back there, you should be more careful. I recommend a bleach bath and death by fire for your clothes the first chance you get. If it’s self-harm, I’m sure there’s a helpline you can call.” He cocks his head to the side. His nostrils flare. His face is only inches away. I can feel the heat from his body against mine. His cool breath flutters against my neck. I’ve never been this close to a man before. My trembling grows. My inner thighs shake sending a rippling wave of something very unfamiliar coursing through the center my body. I try and press my legs together to stop it from happening again, but when he uses his knee to wedge my legs apart, caging me in even further, it only grows, uncoiling from within like a slinky being pulled apart at the ends. I swallow hard as the stubble of his jaw presses against my neck. “Name,” he demands, his voice raspier than before. I shut my eyes tight for a beat, trying to gain composure, control, something that will help me as I try and reason my way out of this. “Listen, I didn’t see anything,” I blurt. “That is if you did anything. I’m not going to call the police if that’s what you're worried about. I wouldn’t anyway, even if I saw something, which I didn’t.” His brows knit together in a harsh line. “Why?” His question confuses me. “Why what?” “Why wouldn’t you tell the police?” Because Marco owns them. “Let’s just say that I haven’t exactly been a model citizen myself tonight. Let’s face it. If the police around here weren’t being paid not to do their jobs, half this town would be locked up.” I take a deep, shaky breath. “Especially people like us.” He stills. There’s no more talking. Only heavy breathing and a battle of wills. He releases one of my hands. I think he’s reaching for his knife. My blood turns cold. I can feel my face pale as my heart starts beating as faster and faster as if it wants to get in as many as possible before the end. I’m surprised when he doesn’t go for his knife. Instead, his hand travels slowly down my chest into my cleavage. “No, don’t!” I say, but it’s too late, he’s already yanked on my locket. “Please just give it back, and let me go,” I plead. Feeling like it’s my real heart he's torn from my chest. “It’s the only thing in this world that means anything to me. Besides my best friend, it’s all I have.” I hate the desperation in my voice, but it’s the truth. He’s silent for a moment. He raises his arms. I flinch, raising my arms over my face defensively. But when nothing happens, I lower them, just in time to see him push back his hood, revealing his face. “Why?” I ask, closing my eyes knowing full well that the only time a criminal reveals himself to a witness is right before they take them out. “Look at me,” he demands, holding my face in his hand. “No!” I say, shutting my eyes tighter. “Look at me!” he bellows. He’s on me again. This time, he holds my head in his large rough hands. “Open your fucking eyes so you can see me.” With no other choice than to get my head squished like a turtle under a car tire, I do as he demands. Opening my eyes, I blink through the haze, and when it clears, I’m met with tousled, medium-length, light brown hair, slicked back on the top, shorn close to head on the sides. His nose is slightly crooked like it’s been broken a few times before. The stubble on his square, defined jaw is a few days over needing a shave. A jagged scar runs through his chin like an angry white lightning bolt. He’s the most fucking beautifully terrifying man I’ve ever seen. He’s searching my eyes for something, but I don’t know what. “Why?” I ask in a whisper. His hands release mine, but he doesn’t step back. He leans in closer, speaking against my cheek in a rumble of a whisper. The strange feeling from earlier comes back as a zap of electricity bouncing around my insides looking for somewhere to ground. I’m breathing heavy. Our lips are so close, almost touching. He slides one hand off my face, snaking it around my neck, pulling me closer. He starts to answer in a rumble of a whisper, causing goosebumps to rise on my already prickled skin. “Because I want you to see the face of the man who’s just—” “Where the fuck are you?” calls Gabby from the other side of the wall. “I lost them!” The moment, whatever it is, is now broken. The man releases me so suddenly I brace myself against the wall to keep from falling. I turn my head toward her voice. “Gabby!” I shout back. My heart is beating out of control. Out of habit, I raise my hand to my chest, seeking familiar comfort. I look up. The man in the hood is gone. And so is my locket.
Perversion by T.M. Frazier
Brittany's rating: 5 of 5 stars
WOW! TM Frazier did not disappoint with this book! It definitely rivals her King series. And she does mention Bear near the end, which made me super excited and happy.
I love the family of Sandy, Grim, Digger, and Haze. And Marci and Belly, too. The secondary characters in this book are all dynamic and really help make the story. I hope that TM Frazier writes stories about Sandy and Haze too.
I couldn't put this book down. I was so entranced by the story of Emma Jean and Grim. The whole story of rival gangs is almost like a modern Romeo and Juliet, but with guns and shit. And they actually have hot sex. Oh, and the ending... it's not really the ending, which is part of it, but it's more the preview into book two... OHMYGOD I didn't see that coming AT ALL!!!
TM Frazier is an amazing writer. I love everything that she writes. She writes in my favorite genre, (which btw trigger warning for scenes of rape ) and just knows how to grip a reader. There's lots of suspense and page-turning action. You cannot go wrong by reading this book!
Cliffhanger warning, for those of you that don't like to read a series that has cliffys until all books are out.
READ THIS BOOK! You won't be disappointed!
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4.5 Star Review by Lorena
Wow, can I say this book was gritty, intense, and all kinds of thrilling.
I was sitting at the edge of my seat the whole time while reading it because I never knew what to expect next with this highly anticipated read for September.
T.M. Frazier did a magnificent job with this first book in a trilogy, I can't wait to continue reading this series because it left me completely at a standstill. I need more!
I loved the intensity of this story. It was so damn good that I don't think I put my kindle down once to take a breather.
Loved the fact that it had me captivated from beginning to end.
The whole rivalry going on in this book was so freaking good. Emma Jean is one heck of a girl. She was so damn smart and she knew how to use her street smarts especially since she came from a foster home just like Tristan. Two souls that belonged together!
Loved it, loved it, loved it!!
About the AuthorT.M. (Tracey Marie) Frazier never dreamed that a single person would ever read a word she wrote when she published her first book. Now, she is a five-time USA Today bestselling author and her books have been translated into numerous languages and published all around the world. T.M. enjoys writing what she calls sexy‘wrongside of the tracks romance’ with morally corrupt anti-heroes and ballsy heroines. Her books have been described as raw, dark and gritty. Basically, what that means, is while some authors are great at describing a flower as it blooms, T.M. is better at describing it in the final stages of decay. She loves meeting her readers, but if you see her at an event please don’t pinch her because she's not ready to wake up from this amazing dream.
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A Taboo Treat by K Webster
Publication Date: October 8, 2018
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, M/M, Romance
From USA Today Bestselling Author K Webster, comes a new MM standalone novel!
I’m used to being in charge.
In the courtroom. In life. In the bedroom.
But then I met him.
He brings me literally to my knees.
Handsome. Charismatic. Sexy as hell.
He’s everything I desperately crave to possess.
I’m burning to get him beneath me just to have a taste.
Turns out, though, one taste isn’t enough.
And he’s starved for me too.
Two alphas fighting for dominance.
He thrives on control and I can’t give it up.
A battle of wills.
The bedroom is the battlefield and our hearts are on the line.
About K. Webster
K Webster is the author of dozens romance books in many different genres including contemporary romance, historical romance, paranormal romance, and erotic romance. When not spending time with her husband of twelve years and two adorable children, she’s active on social media connecting with her readers.
Her other passions besides writing include reading and graphic design. K can always be found in front of her computer chasing her next idea and taking action. She looks forward to the day when she will see one of her titles on the big screen.
Title: Sins of the Father: A Ravens Ruin Novel
Series: Ravens Ruin
Author: Marie James
Genre: MC/Dark Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Letitia Hasser, RBA Designs
Release Date: October 11, 2018
Iâm not misunderstood.
Iâm not confused about my position in life.
Iâm not looking for answers to explain why I am the way I am.
This is the logic others use to try to make sense of me. According to them, there has to be a reason for my apathy. There has to be some sort of explanation for the calculating way I run my Club. There has to be a root cause for my depravity.
They canât wrap their heads around the fact that Iâm evil, that Iâm darkness personified. Doing so would force them to acknowledge that the Devil has left Hell and is living among them.
Most people may think Iâm Satan, but I answer to Lynch, President of the Ravens Ruin MC, and the Antichrist doesnât have sh*t on me.
Marie James is a full-time working mother of two amazing little boys and wife of almost 13 years. She enjoys reading in her spare time, and diet coke is always near. Central Texas is where Marie calls home and has lived most of her life. With 13 published books under her belt, she has no desire to stop writing anytime soon and has dozens of book ideas to keep her busy.
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People say you can’t find your soulmate at eight years old.
I found Reed and loved him more than I loved myself.
We were young…beautiful…entitled.
Money and private schools, our families’ lavish parties and posh New York City apartments-it was all mere window dressing. What was real, was our obsessive love, which grew right along with us as we moved towards adulthood. It consumed me, and only in his arms did I feel wanted and safe.
But I have a secret. It's big and to some, unforgivable. And it's why I let Reed destroy me, or maybe I destroyed us. Either way, I’m worse than broke—I’m broken.
Once upon a time, we were happy…Yet privilege has an ugly underside and in the blink of an eye, my world crashed down around me.
I don’t feel entitled anymore.
The Entitled is first in the Entitled duet. Their story concludes in The Enlightened.
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Cassandra Robbins writes all-consuming love stories.
A self-proclaimed angst filled romantic, she loves creating obsessive, angst filled characters who fight for their happily ever!
Cassandra lives in Los Angeles with her family and Samoyed Stanley.
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Carter by Brie Paisley
The Harlow Brothers
Photographer: CJC Photography
Cover model: BT Urruela
Cover model: Jessie Reis
Cover designer: The Final Wrap
She was the one for me.
The one that I knew would be mine forever until I made the biggest mistake. I pushed her away and Iâve regretted that decision ever since. Iâve tried to move on, tried to put the memory of her behind me, but sheâs always consuming my thoughts. Now, sheâs back in our hometown, trying to rebuild a new life. I know sheâs keeping secrets. She tries to hide them from me, and I will do whatever it takes to prove that Iâm the one she needs. Because Shelby Ross is the other part of me that I canât live without and I refuse to let her go again.
He broke my heart.
I never thought I would be able to pick of the pieces he left behind. When he let me go, I ran away from it all, thinking it was the easiest thing to do. But, running has a price and Iâve paid it in full for years. Now, Iâm back where it all began, back to putting my life together and starting over. It shouldâve been easy, but Carter Harlow is reawakening long buried emotions that I thought were gone. He wants to make me his again. I canât let that happen. He ruined me, broke me, and Iâm afraid Iâll never survive it a second time around.
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Brie Paisley is a small town gal from Mississippi. She always wanted to write at a young age and was always filling journals with her thoughts and short stories. Brie started with the idea of Worshipped a year ago and with the encouragement of her husband and sister in law, she was able to write her first book. When she is not writing, you can find her reading a good book, painting, scrapbooking, or watching a good movie with her husband and her boxer.
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Author: Anne Leigh
Genre: Sports Romance Standalone
Release Date: September 27, 2018 Cover Design: Pink Ink Designs
If football was a religion, then the stadium would be my church and the ball, my God.
My name is Scott Strauss.
Heisman winner and number one in the NFL draft.
I lived and breathed football until the only girl I’ve ever loved stomped on my heart and replaced me with a rugby star.
They say you don’t realize what you’ve got until it’s gone.
I realized it, boy did I, but it was too late.
Now she’s living her happily ever after and I’m here busy becoming king of the gridiron.
UNTIL one day, I’m knocked off my feet again.
But this time, I don’t know if I want to stand up.
There’s this woman who’s smart, carefree, and beautiful. Our personalities clash but the fire in her eyes matches mine.
Her name is Bridgette Cordello.
And she’s the only sister of the man my first love left me for.
*This is a standalone sports romance novel*
Anne Leigh is a 30-something-year-old who refuses to let the calendar dictate her age. She holds a Bachelor's degree in Biology and a Master's degree in Nursing. She likes to write about strong women and equally strong guys who grapple with their emotions when faced with something as intangible as love.
She lives in Los Angeles with her husband. With her crazy schedule, she gets frustrated at L.A. traffic and needs an escape to keep her sanity, which her characters provide.
She did not think of publishing her stories and when she finally did, she's truly appreciative of every, single person who found the time to let her characters become parts of their world.
She appreciates all the readers who leave kind comments/reviews on where they purchased the book because without them, all her stories would remain locked up in her computer.
Wicked Wedding, an all-new sexy standalone novel, from New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Sawyer Bennett is available NOW!
It all started with a wedding…
Well, three weddings, to be exact. The one that happened, the one that went up in flames, and the one nobody saw coming.
Andrew Collings has seen a lot of things living in Vegas. Hell, he’s done a lot of things. But one thing he’s never witnessed is a beautiful brunette, hitchhiking her way into the city, wearing a wedding dress. Until now, that is.
Brynne Adams is running away from a broken heart. She expected a lot of things from her wedding day but finding photos of her fiancé and maid of honor and best man in a compromising position wasn’t one of them. She most certainly never imagined that she’d end up marrying the handsome stranger that rescued her from the side of the road that day.
Andrew and Brynne’s quick nuptials may have been the result of a drunken joke, but they soon realize that love can be found in the most unlikely of places if you just stop and take a chance.
* Wicked Wedding is the fourth STANDALONE NOVEL in the LEFT AT THE ALTAR series in a collaboration of six New York Times Bestselling Authors: J. S. Scott, Ruth Cardello, Raine Miller, Sawyer Bennett, Minx Malone, and Melody Anne.
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4.5 Star Review by Lorena
Can I say SWOON!!
Andrew Collings is definitely the type of man that ANY woman would love to have. He is caring, loving, sweet, and a total alpha in every sense of the word.
Andrew just left his best friends' wedding, Dane and Avril's wedding. On his way home, he see's a woman hitchhiking in a wedding dress and a vail so he was intrigued and stopped to ask her if she needed a ride. Well once he picked her up, their story began.
This is almost like an insta-love type of book that will give you all the swoony feels. It was a great, short and sexy story about two individuals that pretty much fall in love instantly.
Brynne just left her fiancée at the altar after seeing a comprising photo that included him and her best friend in it. She is the type of girl that doesn't take crap from anybody no matter how much she loves him. The question was though, did she really love her fiancée? I mean, there's always room for forgiveness if you really love the person and if that person shows that they are really sorry for what they did right? But in this case, it doesn't seem like Brynne was really in love with him if she wouldn't accept his apology and, well, she was already married herself!
I loved the fact that Brynne didn't care for Andrew's money because she made good money herself and she wasn't all goo goo gaga over the fact that he was a millionaire. They had instant chemistry and got along well especially in the bedroom :) Their sex was off the charts sexy as heck and they weren't boring and repetitive either!
But nothing this good can last without any consequences right! Something always has to come along to shatter such a beautiful beginning to a great marriage. The question is, can it be fixed or will it stay broken??
Again, this book was all types of swoons for me and I loved it! Great characters and the plot was definitely engaging.
Excerpt:“Let me prop the door open and I’ll carry you over the threshold,” I tell Brynne as I press the keycard against the magnetic reader.
She giggles, a sound I normally find grating on a grown woman, but on Brynne it’s charming. Her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes are still sparkling with energy.“Well,you are very Thor-like, so a girl would be crazy to refuse to be carried over the threshold by her husband.”
That’s right. I’m her husband, but let’s rewind just a bit to detail how this all went down.
It took me exactly fifteen minutes and three phone calls to set things up, just as I promised her.
The first call was to the nicest, swankiest Vegas chapel that I could find with a Google search. I was advised we’d have to obtain a license at the Las Vegas Marriage Bureau for the low price of seventy-five dollars, and I wasn’t surprised in the least to learn it was open twenty-four hours a day on the weekends. I was able to arrange a limousine to pick us up, as well as an explosion of flowers within the chapel itself. When I gave my credit card number to the woman, I told her to go crazy on decor, but I specifically requested white calla lilies for the bride bouquet because Brynne told me those were her favorites.
The second call was to a jeweler where I was able to purchase two very simple wedding bands in gold. It’s a detail I probably could have ignored considering we both knew this was just for fun, but fuck it. I’m rich, which means I have the ability to make this as nice as I can for Brynne.
The third call was to my attorney, who explained annulment laws and assured me it was a fairly straightforward process. I’d have to institute the action—called a complaint—and if Brynne waives service, we can present our annulment request to the court to be approved after twenty days. It wasn’t immediate, but twenty days was nothing in the grand scheme of things.
By the time we took a limo to the marriage bureau, stood in line for about thirty minutes with other like minded folks, and then made our way to the chapel, we’d sobered up quite a bit.
“You sure you want to do this?” she asked me just before we went in.“I mean… it was a fun notion when we were a little more buzzed.”
“Hell yes,” I’d told her with a devilish grin.“Mostly so we can send a picture to the whore and the asshole.”
Her laugh was sparkling and beautiful and just a little evil, which made her infinitely more attractive to me.“It’s all in good fun with no risk,” I’d added on to assure her.
So we went in, both of us grinning like fools during the ceremony. It felt fake, because it was fake, but in some respects, it’s the most real thing I’ve ever done. Because what we were doing had real purpose. It was to give Brynne and her glorious wedding dress a moment to shine.
It became even more real when the minister—who was not dressed like Elvis, but was very dapper in a dark gray suit with an old-fashioned cravat tied at his neck—told us in a very cultured voice,“You may kiss the bride.”
I hadn’t thought about the kiss.
I mean, I’d thought of kissing her because she’s sexy and vibrant and smiling despite the fact she was shit on hard today. But I hadn’t thought about the“wedding kiss”. Because even though this is all fake, somehow a man giving us formal permission to put our mouths together to seal our marriage vows makes it very fucking real.
There was no hesitation. When my lips touched hers and she gave a tiny huff of pleasure, I realized I wanted to consummate this fake marriage very badly.
I did not, however, know if Brynne felt the same. Because today would probably go down as the worst and weirdest of her life, I wasn’t going to push. Instead, I took her out for a radically expensive late dinner and then we hit a popular jazz club where we listened to music.
And then it happened.
A slow song was played. A bluesy number people just sort of sway to, and I asked her to dance with me.
It was Brynne who kissed me. Slid her delicate fingers into my hair, went to her tiptoes in her gray tennis shoes with teal-blue accents, and pressed her mouth to mine. My mind reeled, and my cock started to twitch to attention as we swayed and kissed. The words were forming in my mind on how best to invite her into my bed without sounding like an opportunistic douche, but then it didn’t matter.
She pulled her mouth from mine, relaxing and tipping her head back to see me.“If we have sex tonight, does that ruin our chances of getting an annulment?”
I had no fucking clue what the answer was. It had never crossed my mind I might actually get the chance to fuck her, so I didn’t ask my attorney.
“Not that I know of,” I hedge. At least I didn’t flat-out lie to her.
“Good,” she said with a smile.“Let’s go to my hotel room.”
About Sawyer:Since the release of her debut contemporary romance novel, Off Sides, in January 2013, Sawyer Bennett has released multiple books, many of which have appeared on the New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestseller lists.
A reformed trial lawyer from North Carolina, Sawyer uses real life experience to create relatable, sexy stories that appeal to a wide array of readers. From new adult to erotic contemporary romance, Sawyer writes something for just about everyone.
Sawyer likes her Bloody Marys strong, her martinis dirty, and her heroes a combination of the two. When not bringing fictional romance to life, Sawyer is a chauffeur, stylist, chef, maid, and personal assistant to a very active daughter, as well as full-time servant to her adorably naughty dogs. She believes in the good of others, and that a bad day can be cured with a great work-out, cake, or even better, both.
Sawyer also writes general and women’s fiction under the pen name S. Bennett and sweet romance under the name Juliette Poe.
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