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BOOK BLURB I want the one woman I cannot have. Again.
The second I lay eyes on Naomi Kent, I know I want her.
And not just for my duet, though her voice is so strikingly beautiful, it can make angels weep.
It’s her mind, her passion, her perfect curvy body. Everything about her sets my blood on fire.
But here’s the thing… I need her to get this song produced.
She needs me to help her regain the life she lost.
So, any chance at an us… Well, that’s a no-go, right?
I don’t want anything Gus Diamond has to offer me.
And that includes his gorgeous face and sexy-as-all-sin body. Well, maybe I do want those.
But this duet? Nope. Not a chance.
I gave up this life when my world shattered and my broken pieces were stomped all over in a very public way. So you can understand how the last thing I want is to relive all that.
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J. Saman is a USA Today bestselling author who is addicted to Diet Coke, sour candy, and indie rock. She swears way too much (especially after a glass of wine) and has a penchant for sarcasm (or so her husband and children like to tell her). She's an admitted lover of second chance romances, love triangles, and the perfect amount of angst. She is best known for writing contemporary romance filled with smart, strong women, and sexy alphas who have a softer side - especially for their women. AUTHOR LINKS Facebook | Reader Group | Instagram | Twitter | BookBub | Amazon | Books+Main
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Mistress of Death
Only 99¢ for a limited time! -- Are you a book reviewer? -- EXCERPT: The curtain dropped, intermission bell ringing. A storm of rustling fabric filled the cavernous room. Men and women stood, talking and laughing, in imitation of the performance. A waiter knocked and entered the box. “Would you like champagne?” “Yes, we’ll take it here. A bottle of the ’84.” “Of course, sir. I also have a message for the young lady.” The man paused, waiting for Mercer’s approval. A nod and then a cream envelope was produced, pulled from a pocket with a twist of the wrist. The server held it in Gabriel’s direction. “Thank you.” Gabriel took it, running a gloved hand over the surface; warm, soft the way only expensive paper could be. “I’ll be just a moment, sir.” Gabriel waited until the door shut before looking at Mercer. He smiled. “I warned you he’d be here.” “He wasn’t when the curtain went up.” “No,” Mercer sighed, crossing his legs as he turned to face her. “Open it, see what the man of the moment has to say to the woman of tomorrow.” She smiled, meeting his gaze, but it faded when she saw his expression. “What is it?” He shook his head. “Open it before he returns to his box. It’s better not to have him see your reaction.” Gabriel shot a look across the room. Royce’s box stood empty, the little golden door open. Hesitating over the envelope, she felt the weight of it in her heart. It was a line, and once crossed she would not be able to return. “I know you don’t like him,” Gabriel began, turning the paper over in her hands, “but he’s very powerful. If you want me to be someone of consequence, I could make a worse choice.” “This said by the woman he drugged and tried to keep against her will.” Mercer snorted, leaning back in his chair. “I could have handled—” “You would have become a pawn overnight, a puppet on silk strings. He is flame, you are moth. This cannot end well for you.” The constant argument between them warmed, heating to spill over into the box. Since that night, one of failure in his eyes, all roads led here. Nothing had been settled and both tried to pretend their world remained unchanged; their relationship, not quite father and daughter, not Master and apprentice, teetered, ready to fall into some unplumbed depth. The champagne came, nestled in a bucket of ice with glasses so thin they could cut air. The waiter uncorked the bottle, all quiet professionalism, and poured before leaving. The theater around them buzzed as people came back from the reception area and the bar. The boxes on either side remained empty; the most important one, across the room, waited for its occupant. Sipping champagne, rolling it around in her mouth, Gabriel bit words back. There was anger, resentment. After all this time, all the training, she expected his trust. He should trust her to do the right thing. But every move she made he questioned, each thought and action policed. She watched him pull his cigar case out, a gift from her several years before. No engraving, no words of love, just the solid gold, heavy in his hand, and kept close to his heart. He pulled a lighter from his pocket, putting flame to the slim cigar. “May I?” Gabriel extended a hand. He raised an eyebrow but passed it without a word. Minutes passed, the room filling, and Gabriel drank one, then two glasses of champagne, the conversation between herself and Arno Mercer over. The letter lay in her lap, the lighter balled in a fist against her thigh. She tapped a foot, waiting. Royce returned to his box; she saw movement out of the corner of her eye. The final bell for the attendees to take their seats echoed, voices hushing. Gabriel set the glass down, eyes on her hands, refusing to look across the room. Flicking the lighter open, watching the flame jump to life, she lit the edge of the cream envelope. The fire caught, eating heavy paper. A burst of warmth against her skin, the feeling of power as the little blaze grew. She felt watched, the hair on the back of her neck standing on end. “You’ve caught his attention,” Mercer said, pouring himself another glass. “What do you plan to do with it? Let it burn your fingers?” “I won’t be a puppet.” Watching the paper turn to black ash, Gabriel dropped the remnant in the ice bucket. She focused on the curtain; the orchestra tuned, the first strings of music coming from the pit. The lights dimming, she could feel Royce like a hole in her cheek. “But in a year, I want the Left Bank to recognize me as the Mistress of Death. If you don’t want me to go to him, you must help me. Or why else have you spent your life training me?” Mercer nodded, reaching out to grasp Gabriel’s hand. He’d never touched her growing up, never hugged or kissed her cheek. He had not even held her hand until last week, when he’d pulled her from Royce’s house. “Gabriel, Mistress of Death. In a year, the entire city will know you.”
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Title: Unfriend Me
Series: Jobs From Hell #3
Author: Marika Ray
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: September 23, 2020
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Itâs hard to tell your best friend youâre in love with her when sheâs busy dating everyone but you. Amelia
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Because that? That specimen with six-pack abs and a chest you could bounce quarters off of wasnât the Titus I remembered. Heâd always been lanky, which made sense, given his extraordinary height. And heâd always had muscles because he was athletic in school and his job required strength. But holy wow. What the hell had happened over the last year? My nose hit the cold glass and I jumped back, rubbing it as I pondered the changes in Titus when I hadnât been looking. The steady hum in my gut also gave me pause. Was that...lust? My brain screamed at me to walk away and quit staring at him, but my body was having nothing of it. We were gonna pull up a chair and stay for the show for as long as the show lasted. Better yet, why not go out there and see it up close? Good judgement had always been a weak spot in my character, but I never shamed myself for it. I went with impulses, so what? Sometimes they worked out great. Other times, not so much. But the way I figured it, you never got some excitement in your life unless you made the leap. And right now, I wanted some excitement in the form of a half-dressed Titus. Iâd worry about what it all meant later. Much later. âYo, T!â I hollered as soon as I turned the corner outside and stepped off the blacktop onto the dirt. Titus swiped the sweat from his forehead with his bulging bicep. His face lit up in an easy smile when he saw me. âHey, Lia. Almost done here.â I sauntered over, not looking where I was going. âYeah, I see that.â There was a bead of sweat sliding down right between his pecs. A fascinating journey of bumps and valleys. A throat clearing had me looking up. Titus had a playful look in his eye, his mouth tugging into a smile. âAre you undressing me with your eyes, Amelia Waldo?â I guess I was, but he didnât have to call me out like that. âAre you kidding me? You canât walk around half-dressed and then blame a girl for looking. If I was half-dressed, wouldnât you be looking at me?â Titus took a giant step forward and flicked the collar of my shirt. He didnât even touch me, but I could feel it all the way to the tips of my toes. âHell, yeah, I would. Iâd ogle you until my eyes bled.â His gaze flicked down the length of my body and suddenly I needed to squeeze my thighs together. âAre we actually doing this? Weâre flirting? You and me?â I whispered it, afraid to say it too loud. Like the volume of my voice would make it something real I couldnât take back. Titus shrugged slow and lazy, his eyes heating further. That finger still toyed with my shirt. If he didnât stop, I might melt into a puddle at his feet. âI donât see why we shouldnât. Youâre hot, Iâm hot. Kind of makes sense to flirt.â I smirked. âWow. Nice ego you got there.â I studied him seriously. âYou donât worry about harming our friendship?â Titusâs eyelids slid down and I wondered what it would be like to kiss him. He had to be a good kisser after kissing the entire female population of Auburn Hill. âSometimes friends make the best lovers.â
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Marika Ray spends her time behind a computer crafting stories, walking the beaches of southern California, and making healthy food for her kids and husband whether they like it or not. Prior to writing novels, Marika held various jobs in the finance industry, with private start-up companies, and then in health & fitness. Cats may have nine lives, but Marika believes everyone should have nine careers to keep things spicy.
Marika enjoys writing all types of fiction novels, based on what inspires her. Right now she's working on a new steamy RomCom series along with sweet romances to make your heart explode. All her books come with a money-back guarantee that youâll smile at least once with every book.
More information can be found at www.marikaray.com
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Title: Crashing Hearts
Series: Oakport Beach #1
Author: Emily Bowie
Genre: Small-Town Romantic Comedy
Release Date: September 23, 2020
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Crash Jennings is gorgeous, unexpectedly charming and around every corner I turn. Just what I need to shake off my misfortune. Besides, what’s the harm in having a summer fling? They’re short, sweet and over before the leaves change.
Until, I learn he’s my new boss.
Suddenly, the uncomplicated, is very complicated, and when trouble hits, I’m too far gone to protect my heart.
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Emily Bowie is from a small town in Western Canada. She has been making characters come to life through her writing since she was old enough to put her thoughts on paper. She loves her white wine cold, her heels red, and her books spicy.
She married her high school sweetheart and they have two amazing children.
She is the author to the Bennett Brothers Series.
Recklessly Mine, Recklessly Forbidden, & Recklessly Devoted.
When she is not writing she can be found reading a good book, making digital scrapbooks and being physically active—whether it is at the gym, going for a walk, or playing /keep up with her children.
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James Harrington.
That’s my name, my birthright, and my curse. I didn’t always hate being a Harrington. At one time, I took it as a privilege. I used it to my advantage. But a name doesn’t stop you from losing everything, and after six haunting years, that everything is back forcing me to face the past or give up a future.
Evie Harrington.
I bet you didn’t know about me because James doesn’t talk about me. Or to me. We had it all and I was never happier. My family was my entire world, but that world shattered. When faced with the unimaginable, is there a way to put the pieces back together?
After six painful years, it’s time to accept our history and move forward or move on from one another.
It’s the final Harrington brother, so hold onto your hearts. Silver Biker is going to be a bumpy ride.
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I’ve been accused of having an over-active imagination. To my benefit, this imagination has created over twenty novels, including the creation of a small-town world (Sensations Collection), rock star mayhem (Legendary Rock Star series), MMA chaos (Paradise Stories), rom-com for the over forty (The Sex Education of M.E.), and a suspenseful island for redemption (The Island Duet). My alter ego, elda lore, creates magical romance through mythological retellings (Modern Descendants).
My life revolves around a deep love of reading about fairy tales, medieval knights, regency debauchery, and strong alpha males.
I love a deep belly laugh, a strong hug, and an occasional margarita. My other loves include being mother to four grown children and wife to the one and only.
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As a romance novelist, I’m facing my worst nightmare—writer’s block.
No matter what I write, I hit delete, knowing it’s not worth publishing. The future of my career rests on the success of this new book.
So, here I am, looking at Tumblr, desperate for inspiration, when I hear a thumping. Annoyed by the music blaring through the walls, I barge into the hall and bang on my neighbor’s door.
My very hot, very naughty neighbor, Jake Morreau.
Jake is romantic, charming, and the bane of my existence. I need to work, yet he refuses to let me.
When he greets me in the hallway, ideas of a sinfully hot hero come to mind.
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As I write the epilogue, I’m afraid our romance won’t pan out as I’ve written.
Jake Morreau is my hero.
Then again, in my life, heroes don’t exist.
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Title: Alessia
Series: The Casella Cousins Book #4
Author: Kathryn Shay
Genre: Contemporary Romance Novella
Release Date: September 22, 2020
He knows he’s not somebody she should get involved with. But he can’t seem to leave her alone.
Alessia Casella Benatti had her happily-ever-after and now at thirty-four, is only interested in finishing up college and taking care of her three rambunctious boys. But when she enrolls at City College for her courses, she meets Dylan Davidson and finds him interesting, smart and, well, flirtatious. Which makes her start thinking again about love. And sex. Both in short supply.
Dylan Davidson hates what he’s come to do at City College. Sure, it’s a boy dream to flirt with every available girl on campus. Nobody would guess that big, tough Dashing Davidson wants a woman in his life, one who’s all grown up and not concerned with her looks or the color of her nail polish. But his uh-oh alarm goes off when Ali Benatti befriends him. She doesn’t fit into the job he’s here to do, and not only will he break her heart, but he’ll jeopardize a very important mission.
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As soon as Alessia Benatti finished her afternoon class, she threw on her quilted jacket and raced out of the room, down the hall and to the exit. She’d just reached the door of the building when she heard, “Alessia, wait up.”
She turned. And gave a half smile. Any other time, she’d be thrilled that Derek Davidson, the dark-haired, blue-eyed heartthrob of the class had called out to her. He was movie-star handsome with a quick smile. That he also had a quick wit made him even more attractive. Despite the cold, he wore a thin leather jacket over a navy sweater. “I can’t—” “Talk, I know. I saw you leave in a hurry. Did something bad happen?” “No. It’s all good. I have to get home for a Girl Power Party and I don’t want to miss dinner.” He pushed open the door for her. Once outside, her dark hair blew all over the place in the November wind. She tried unsuccessfully to contain it. “My car’s right down the street. I’ll take you to Hidden Cove. You can tell me on the way what a Girl Power Party is.” Startled at his suggestion, she said, “Thank you so much for the offer. But I don’t want to put you out.” He peered over at the busy traffic, honking horns and shouts of drivers on the street in front of the school. A light snow had begun to fall. “What would you do? Try to get an Uber at four o’clock on a Friday afternoon in lower Manhattan?” She checked her watch. “Or walk to the train.” “Which will be mobbed. I’m free the rest of the day.” His mouth crooked into a delicious smile. “Let me do this for you.” “All right. And thank you.” They hurried to a lot not too far way, the snow increasing to large, wet flakes, and stopped at an older, gray Honda Civic. He unlocked the door and opened the passenger side. She slid in, he got behind the wheel, checked the rearview mirror, then pulled out into the thick traffic that made the roads spit slush. “This’ll save me tons of time.” She uttered the words once he started driving. “I really shouldn’t have come to school today, but I like this teacher and what she does in the course.” “Me, too.” The windshield wipers squeaked on the glass as he glanced over at her. “So, what’s a Girl Power Party?” His voice was deep and husky. She chuckled. “It used to be called a bachelorette party but none of us liked the name. This is for my soon to be sister-in-law, who’s marrying one of my brothers, and my cousin, who I’m very close to.” “Two brides?” “We have an interesting family.” “Being there for family is important.” He winked at her. “You said that once in a group work session.” “So did you. You’re from Brooklyn, right?” “We were both paying attention.” Alessia struggled not to sigh. When they were asked to relay some of their bio in Interpersonal Communication, a required course, he’d told the group that, too. The other eight females in this particular course of twelve had fawned over him. Not Alessia, though. Why bother? She wasn’t his type. Word had it he dated around, but never stayed with anyone too long. As he got on the expressway, he relaxed back in his seat. Now, his scent, something spicy and male, began to fill the car. “Tell me about your brothers. You mentioned them in class.” “The first one, Rafe, has a doozy of a story.” Doozy. What a stupid word. “He’s a firefighter captain and lost the love of his life seven years ago. She…abandoned him. But she came back, with his five-year old boy in tow. They eventually got together, married and she’s pregnant again.” “Wow. Girl or boy this time?” “A girl. She named Tomaso after my father even when they were split.” “That’s sweet.” “What are your twins’ names?” He’d also mentioned he had two children a year older than Pete. “Hell on Wheels and Holy Terror.” She laughed. “Yeah, I got a Hurricane Peter.” He laughed. “Any other siblings with drama like the first one?” “Uh-huh. My younger brother Seth, the one who’s getting married, got stabbed last year where he works at Legal Aid by the disgruntled husband of a client.” “Was it serious?” “Touch and go for a while. But he recovered. He got back together with his long-lost girlfriend while he was recuperating, and they worked things out. And she—Julianne—was being stalked at the time, so they’d both been in danger. Their double jeopardy kind of brought them together again.” He gave her a sideways glance. “Alessia, are you making this up?” “Nope. Honest. And there’s more.” He waited. “My other brother’s a cop.” “A hard profession.” “Yeah, he’s hard in some ways, especially since he got divorced.” “I’ll bet he’s a softie with you.” “Why do you say that?” “I can’t imagine anybody being mean to you. You’re so sweet.” “How would you even know that?” “Remember how Mary Jane started crying when Professor Jolson yelled at her? You spoke right up and told him she had a right to be chided respectfully.” “Yeah. I couldn’t help myself.” “Word had it you bought her a coke after class and talked to her. What’d you tell her?” “That not all men were jerks.” Even she could hear the tinge of sadness in her voice. “You said you were lonely after your husband died.” “God, I said a lot.” Too much. “What about him? Was he one of the good guys?” “Absolutely. Do you have any siblings?” “Um…a sister. Tell me more about your cousins.” “Not yet. I’m doing all the sharing. I want to hear three things about you first.” “Okay, I’m widowed, too.” “You didn’t mention it.” He cleared his throat. “It was too hard to talk about in class.” “I’m so sorry. But you still have to give me two more things.” “I spent some time in community theater here in New York.” “Yeah?” “It was a release for stress.” “What do you do for a living?” “Actually, I quit my job to get my teaching degree faster. I want to work with kids. Okay, that makes three. The cousins?” “Living in New York. You probably know about the gala where a guy shot up the ballroom of a hotel last summer?” “He’s your cousin?” “No, his fiancée is. Hayley. She’s the other one getting married. I’m in the wedding.” “How do you keep all this straight?” “It’s my life. My other cousin owns Fitzgerald’s on MacDougal Street and knows the famous O’Neils.” She grinned. “Last one: my oldest cousin was a famous movie star twenty years ago.” He shook his head. “No kidding?” “Nope.” “What was his name?” “Ronny Case?” “As in the Rebel movies?” “Yep.” “I’m bowled over by your family.” “Not me, though.” The comment just slipped out. She usually kept her lack of uniqueness to herself. “Why do you say that?” “Nothing dramatic has ever happened to me. I’m an ordinary widow, mother and sibling.” “Alessia Benatti, you’re anything but ordinary.” “What a nice thing to say. But I’m okay with who I am. All I want is an ordinary teaching career.” “Teachers change the world one kid at a time. That’s far from ordinary.” “Is that why you went back to school?” “It’s one of the reasons.” He looked straight ahead. “I need directions to the house.” She was shocked. “Are we in Hidden Cove already?” “Yeah.” As he drove out to the lake, her directions kept them from sharing any more, and too soon, Derek pulled into the long driveway up to the front of the house. The shuttered, dark gray building shot up three stories. Big stone steps led up to a door. The deck and dock around back had been a source of joy during her childhood. She’d spent wonderful times here. When he stopped, she turned to him. “Thank you so much, Derek.” Spontaneously, she leaned over and gave him a peck on the cheek. “You know, you’re sweet too, to have done this for a stranger. I won’t forget how kind you’ve been.” A quirky smile. “I wanted the trip to be easier for you.” “That makes you even more special.” She watched him for a sec. “What’s your favorite cookie?” “Excuse me?” “I’ll make you some.” “Chocolate Chip, of course.” “I’ll bring them to the next class we share. Take care.” “You too, Alessia. Have fun, but stay safe.” As soon as he was out of sight of the house, Derek hit the steering wheel with his fist. “Fuck!” Grant Wilson would kill him if he knew the impulse Derek had given in to. He’d been working this case for five months, and the task force was involved even longer, and not once had Derek broken any rules. But he’d come to like Alessia Benatti from the courses they shared over the summer and now this fall semester. She had a quiet strength about her, an unassuming personality and—very important to him now—totally disconnected from the mess at the college. Besides, he was lonely. He’d happily listened to her bubble over about her family and her concern for her sons. For the hundredth time, he wished his life was that simple. Instead, he joined the bureau at twenty-two, right out of college, and started undercover work at thirty. Now, at thirty-seven, he was deeply entrenched. Grant, who would eventually become his handler, had warned him and a female operative when they were about to go undercover… You have to lie to nice people, maybe even hurt them in order to find answers. You can’t have a social life because you could slip up during sex. You might even have to sleep with someone to get information. The female agent didn’t flinch. Derek cringed inside. But he’d pursued this life despite the drawbacks. It wasn’t too bad until this assignment. The case was slimy. Or maybe he’d burned out. Grant warned about that, too. For God’s sake, he told himself. Forget about Alessia Benatti and her family. Forget about that luscious black hair and eyes as dark as midnight. Just do the job. Catch the criminals involved, then when it’s over, decide whether or not to stay undercover. He wouldn’t leave the organization, though. Derek Drake, aka Derek Davidson, was an FBI agent through and through.
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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Add to Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/54820327-sweeter-than-sin Blurb:I fell in love with the city’s cruelest billionaire. He broke my heart. That’s the awful truth at the heart of our story. I fell for him, and he let me go. The nightmare I tried to run from chased me down and caught me in its clutches. Now my survival rests in the hands of that mean, beautiful monster. I don’t mean anything to him. But he means everything to me. Sweeter Than Sin is the second in an intense new trilogy from USA Today bestselling author Amelia Wilde. Richer Than God must be read first. About the Author: Amelia Wilde is a USA TODAY bestselling author of steamy contemporary romance and loves it a little too much. She lives in Michigan with her husband and daughters. She spends most of her time typing furiously on an iPad and appreciating the natural splendor of her home state from where she likes it best: inside. Connect w/Amelia: Website: https://awilderomance.com/
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