Descent (Steel Brothers Saga #15) by Helen Hardt
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Genre: Contemporary Romance
#Descent #SteelBrothers #HelenHardt #NewRelease #contemporaryromance #barenakedwords Blurb The end to his story has already been written… Brad Steel made a promise to his wife and children—to create a legacy born from his love for them and his desire to protect them from harm. It was a worthy ambition… But along the way, something went terribly wrong. Daphne Steel loves her husband beyond measure and will stand by him no matter what, even when it’s more than she can deal with. She escapes when she must, still always putting Brad and their children first. Mysteries deepen, secrets are unveiled, and Brad vows to continue to protect his family at all costs. But is the price too high? The lies and misdeeds get easier and easier, until he descends to a place he swore he’d never go. There’s no turning back, though, and his actions have consequences—for those he did everything to protect. Craving - book 1 is **FREE**
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#1 New York Times, #1 USA Today, and #1 Wall Street Journal Bestselling author Helen Hardt’s passion for the written word began with the books her mother read to her at bedtime. She wrote her first story at age six and hasn’t stopped since. In addition to being an award winning author of contemporary and historical romance and erotica, she’s a mother, a black belt in Taekwondo, a grammar geek, an appreciator of fine red wine, and a lover of Ben and Jerry’s ice cream. She writes from her home in Colorado, where she lives with her family. Helen loves to hear from readers.
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Title: Happily Letter After
Authors: Vi Keeland & Penelope Ward
Publisher: Montlake
Genre: Standalone Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 20, 2020
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From New York Times bestselling authors Vi Keeland and Penelope Ward comes a love story about taking chances and the surprises that come with them.
My love story all started with a letter.
Only it wasn’t from the man I’d eventually fall in love with. It was from his daughter. A sweet little girl named Birdie Maxwell who’d written to the magazine that I worked for.
You see, once a year my employer fulfilled a few wishes for readers. Only that column didn’t start up again for months.
So I fulfilled some of her wishes myself. It was harmless…so I thought. Until one day I took things too far.
While anonymously granting yet another of Birdie’s wishes, I got a look at her father. Her devastatingly handsome, single dad father.
I should have stopped playing fairy godmother then. I should have left well enough alone. But I just couldn’t help myself. I had a connection to this girl. One that had me acting irrationally.
Like when I showed up on their doorstep.
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This was certainly a breath of fresh air. I was enamored with the characters, especially Birdie. That little girl won my heart from the moment she wrote Santa her first letter with her requests.
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Vi Keeland is a #1 New York Times, #1 Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author. With millions of books sold, her titles have appeared in over a hundred Bestseller lists and are currently translated in twenty-five languages. She resides in New York with her husband and their three children where she is living out her own happily ever after with the boy she met at age six.
PENELOPE WARD
Penelope Ward is a New York Times, USA Today and #1 Wall Street Journal bestselling author of contemporary romance.
She grew up in Boston with five older brothers and spent most of her twenties as a television news anchor. Penelope resides in Rhode Island with her husband, son, and beautiful daughter with autism.
With over two million books sold, she is a 21-time New York Times bestseller and the author of over twenty novels. Her books have been translated into over a dozen languages and can be found in bookstores around the world.
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Series: Winters Brothers #2
Author: Jacob Chance
Genre: Contemporary RomCom
Release Date: October 23, 2020
Cover Design: Sybil Wilson/Popkitty Design
Manfax: A detailed report containing information about a potential boyfriend/girlfriend’s romantic history.
What is it about this bad boy that has women clamoring to date him?
Adam Winters is like an ice-cold drink of water on a scorching day—he goes down like a champ.
Tall, built, and handy, he’s irresistible and he knows it.
After my company runs numerous Manfax reports on him for half the women in the city, I learn he’s a commitment-phobe. And did I mention he’s my best friend’s future brother-in-law?
Forced to spend time together, he lays on the charm, and I do my best to remain unimpressed.
But the more I get to know him, the harder it is to ignore our chemistry.
Even though I know he looks terrible on paper, he looks damn fine from every other angle.
Will this sexy contractor chip away at the walls around my heart, or will he hammer them to pieces?
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Title: Pledge of AllegianceAuthor: TimarieGenre: Romantic SuspenseAbout Pledge of Allegiance:April 15, 2013, Patriots Day. The city of Boston, and all of the nation, was rocked by a terrorist attack at the historical Boston Marathon finish line. Countless people are affected by this tragedy, including Michael Farino and Ireland “Ilee” Murphy. Neither one of them could have predicted that the act of saving Ilee’s life would lead Michael on a journey of personal discovery, while a decades old war between their rival Boston crime families threatens their happiness and their lives. Michael and Ilee will have to pledge their allegiances to either their families or each other, but it is not that simple. Passion, secrets, betrayal and a very complicated past are working against Michael and Ilee. Nothing is ever as it seems… Nothing! The finish line is just their beginning…. Order Your Copy Today:
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I can’t catch my breath as I grip the steering wheel. I’m hyperventilating and my vision is blurred. What the fuck… How the fuck… Why the fuck… I can’t even formulate a sentence. For the first time in my entire life, I’m having a full-blown panic attack. I open the car door and vomit on the ground of the third floor of the parking garage. This can’t be happening to me. It doesn’t make sense. How could I have not known? I try to take deep breaths and calm myself down, but it’s completely in vain. I sit back trying to fight off another wave of nausea gripping my stomach. I have to stand up. As I get out of the car, I can see across the garage where the cinnamon rolls and coffees I brought landed after I threw them in a fit of rage.
How did this day go so fucking wrong? The helplessness I felt the day of the bombings comes flooding back to me. That reminds me of her and I am gripped with hurt and anger all over again. I woke up so happy and full of excitement. I had an optimistic outlook for the day and for the future. I sang in the shower and dressed with a huge smile on my face. I knew I was going to see her, the girl who I haven’t stopped thinking about pretty much since I met her. I knew after the night we spent together that this was something special; it was something real. I went to the bakery and got two of our large cinnamon rolls glazed perfectly and two Italian-roast coffees. I could wait to surprise her. I sang along to Bon Jovi’s “Livin’ on a Prayer” during the short drive to the hospital. Nothing could dampen my incredible mood. I had a smile plastered on my face like a goddamn fool. I parked here on the third floor of the garage and walked into the hospital. I had a whole speech prepared to go with my surprise breakfast. I couldn’t wait to feel her soft lips and see those amazing blue eyes. I walked down the hallway, just as I have every day for the past six days toward room 333. I just rounded the nurses’ station when I saw into her room. I froze to the spot where I was standing. Walking back and forth in her room was Sam fucking Murphy. All of a sudden, it hit me like a ton of fucking bricks. She isn’t just a girl named Ireland. She’s Ireland Murphy! She’s the daughter of the man I have grown up despising more than anyone on this planet. The fucking joke of a boss from Southie, who happens to my father’s sworn enemy. He’s a sick fuck who is also a cold-blooded murderer. He and his Southie thugs tortured and killed so many of my dad’s soldiers during the ’80s turf war and would send photos to their families just to add insult to injury. This man has tried to kill my father and other family members more than once, and our family have taken their fair share of shots at him. About Timarie:
Timarie was born and raised in East Boston, Massachusetts. To this very day, Timarie still only live a few miles outside of downtown Boston. Since her early teens, Timarie has been a singer/song writer. After university, she continued to work in music, while simultaneously developing her business acumen in the private sector. It wasn’t until shortly after the terrorist attacks at the Boston Marathon finish line, that Timarie’s creative vision for this literary series came into focus. Timarie continues to work in music, as well as being an active writer. In addition to the books in The Finish Line Series, Timarie has also authored three other books awaiting publication at the time of this printing. It is her hope to show the world that Boston is not just the birthplace of America, but also one of the most diverse, intriguing and culturally rich places in the country. As she always says, “Boston is always a supporting character in all of my books.” Nothing is more important to Timarie than her family and friends, which includes her beloved Maine Coon, Princess. Timarie is also a fierce advocate for racial, gender and LGBTQ+ equality. She promotes independent thinking and social positivity.
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