In Her Space, the stunning conclusion to the Stars Duet by Amie Knight is available NOW!
I was reunited with Livingston Montgomery in the broad sunshine of a Carolina morning, right where she belonged; in the light. It’d been too long since I’d seen her face. She had changed, but so had I. I was Adam Nova, reformed bad boy. Now, successful business man. I had it all, except for the one person I’d always wanted, and now I was back to claim her. She was living in the shadows, just a shell of the former girl I knew. But it didn’t matter that she tried to hide from me in the dark. I’d follow her into the deepest depths of hell. I just wanted to be In Her Space. Download your copy today or read FREE in Kindle Unlimited! Amazon: https://amzn.to/2qjVJuP Amazon Worldwide: http://mybook.to/InHerSpace Add to GoodReads: http://bit.ly/2MhFMOA Start the duet with Beneath His Stars today! Amazon: https://amzn.to/2JossYG Amazon Worldwide: http://mybook.to/BeneathHisStars Print: https://amzn.to/2JrjVUK Add to GoodReads: http://bit.ly/2O32nA9 Excerpt: “Come to my office now.” Patience had never been a virtue for this man.“Adam, please.” My voice even sounded desperate to my own ears. Couldn’t he just give me a break one fucking day? Since he’d been home, my life had been in turmoil. I think it was the use of his first name that gave him pause and gave me a bit of hope that he was going to leave me the hell alone today. “My office. Now. I’m the boss.” And then he clicked off. “Bastard,” I whispered. A click. “I heard that.” And then another click. I rolled my eyes as I cleaned my paper mess. I made sure to take my damn time going to his office. He may have been my boss, but he wasn’t the boss of me. Yeah, I was pretty mature today. I knocked at the door and no one answered, so I knocked again. Harder. Eventually, Adam turned the knob and opened it, his cell phone to his ear. He motioned with his hand for me to have a seat in the chair in front of his desk while he sat behind his desk, still on the phone. The longer I sat there, the angrier I got. I didn’t even want to come in here and he insisted on it so he could sit his ass on the phone and look at me. It didn’t even seem like he was really talking to anyone except for the occasional yes or good from his mouth. He was making my already shitty day even shittier. He finally hung up the phone and just gazed at me from the other side of the desk. I raised my eyebrows at him. “Was there something you needed from me, Mister Nova?” He ran a hand over the scruff of his jaw. “Ya know, Liv. This Mister Nova shit is getting really fucking old.” I wasn’t in the mood for his bullshit today and I could tell he was really planning on giving it to me. “Ya know, Mister Nova, this calling me into your office for no fucking reason is getting really old, too.” He stood up and stalked around the desk toward me like a predator after its prey. “I hate it when you cuss.” I pursed my lips. “I hate it when you boss me around.” “I want to kiss the sass right out of you.” I stood up and we were toe-to-toe. “Don’t you even think about it,” I breathed. He grabbed me by my hips and swung me around until I was pinned between him and the desk. “Oh, I think about it all the time and who’s going to stop me?” My eyes fluttered closed. Oh fuck, he was getting to me. The fever was back. Making me hot and bothered and wanton, but I wasn’t easy. “My knee.” “Oh, come on.” His nose brushed the side of mine. “I just want a taste.” The smell of sweet smoke invaded my senses, making me crazed and incredibly dumb because I whimpered. And that was all she wrote. His hands went to the back of my head and gripped my hair tight, angling my head just how he liked, and he didn’t just press his lips to mine. No, this wasn’t one of Adam’s sweet, thoughtful kisses. He pillaged my mouth. The man kissed me like he was drowning and I was his only source of air. He bit at my lips and pulled my hair, the sting, the sheer intensity of the moment causing me to groan. I was angry and hot and God, I wanted him. I wanted to forget today. I wanted to bury myself in his kisses and passion for just a few minutes. I wanted to forget the time that had separated us. I wanted to pretend we hadn’t been separated for years and miles. I wanted to remember when he was mine and I was his. He slid his hand up the outside of my thigh, almost like he’d held my hand all those years ago, with such thought, agonizingly slow and right up under my skirt. My heart raced in my chest. It beat so loudly in my ears, it was all I could hear. “What are you doing?” I whispered, desperate for him to continue, praying he stopped. This was the best worst idea in the history of ideas. “What I’ve been wanting to do since I saw you in that little black dress at the Gala. The dress you wore to torture me,” he growled, dropping to a knee while he shrugged out of his suit jacket. My face grew hot as he pushed my skirt up, trailing his fingers up the outside of my thighs, sliding his palms up the inside, like his hands were on a leisurely walk, instead of seducing the hell out of me. “This is a bad idea,” I panted, clutching the edge of his desk in my hands as his fingers brushed the apex of my thighs. “You’re my boss. You’re my ex-boyfriend. I’m not even sure you like me.” “On the contrary, this is the best idea I’ve had in years.” His head dipped, and the sting of teeth right at the top of my thigh was dangerously close to where I ached. “And I’m gonna show you how much I like you.”
About the Author: Amie Knight has been a reader for as long as she could remember and a romance lover since she could get her hands on her momma's books. A dedicated wife and mother with a love of music and makeup, she won’t ever be seen leaving the house without her eyebrows and eyelashes done just right. When she isn't reading and writing, you can catch her jamming out in the car with her two kids to '90s R&B, country, and showtunes. Amie draws inspiration from her childhood in Columbia, South Carolina, and can't imagine living anywhere other than the South.
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Title: Fraud
Author: R.C. Stephens
Genre: Contemporary Romance, Forbidden, Suspense
Release Date: December 6, 2018 Kindle Unlimited
I don’t know the first thing about the man I’m sleeping beside every night.
My marriage is built on a bed of lies . . . Nothing is real.
Each day I’m barely surviving, falling deeper into despair and loneliness.
Meeting Hayes Taylor is not in my plan.
Younger, beautiful and broken—just like me. I feel a connection with him I’ve never experienced before. But I am a married woman, and cheating isn’t in my DNA. I ignore the sexual tension between us and push him away.
And like most women, I stay in my marriage for my kids.
But my husband not only manipulates, he keeps secrets I’m not prepared for.
Secrets that may destroy me . . .
This is not only my fight song, this is my journey to discover love.
R.C. Stephens was born in Toronto, Canada. She graduated from York University with a master's Degree in Political Science.
R.C. is an avid reader, so when she isn't cooking for her clan or on her laptop writing, she's snuggled tight with her Kindle devouring any romance novel she can. Okay, with the exception of Thursday nights. She makes time for Scandal and Vampire Diaries. She's a fan of drama and suspense but she's also a sucker for a happy ending.
Her husband was her first teenage love. They live together with their three children in Toronto. Loving Canadian winters she could never think of living anywhere else.
From New York Times bestselling author Cassia Leo comes CASH, a scorching hot romance about overwhelming passion, dangerous bets, and family loyalty.
Title: CASH Author: Cassia Leo Series: Power Players Release: November 20th About CASHFrom New York Times bestselling author Cassia Leo comes a scorching hot romance about overwhelming passion, dangerous bets, and family loyalty. Kara needs fast cash to pay her ailing father’s gambling debts. Dealing blackjack at the Billionaire Club is her lucky break. Until a scorching hot one-night-stand with bad boy oil tycoon Cash Westbrook turns into a million-dollar bet. Cash agrees to pay her father’s debts…if Kara pretends to be his fiancée. Kara agrees to Cash’s terms, but she doesn’t expect to find herself falling for him. And when it comes to love, all bets are off. Buy Now
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New York Times bestselling author Cassia Leo loves her coffee, chocolate, and margaritas with salt. When she's not writing, she spends way too much time re-watching Game of Thrones and Sex and the City. When she's not binge watching, she's usually enjoying the Oregon rain with a hot cup of coffee and a book. Find her on... > Newsletter | Facebook | Twitter | Instagram | Website The Attraction Equation
Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / iBooks / Kobo / Google Play -- Only 99 cents for a limited time! -- EXCERPT: But then…footsteps. Headed her way. She hopped away from the door and looked frantically around the room. Nope, still nowhere to hide. Oh, God. I am so busted. Only one day of breaking the building’s No Pets rule and now she was going to have to find her best friend another place to live. Yep. I’m so totally screwed. Her heart decided it wanted out of this hot mess and went for the escape hatch up her throat, but lodged there as the door opened. Max stood there. Just Max. They stared at each other for a long moment before she leaned to the side to peer around him. No Super lurking in the halls. No nosy neighbors. No animal control person threatening to take away the dog. They were alone. “I took care of it,” he said. Gina did her best to swallow her heart back into its rightful place in her chest as she stared at him. “What does that mean?” His mouth tilted at one corner. “I didn’t dump their bodies in the river, if that’s what you’re thinking.” Ha. Ha. Now the man was a comedian. She waited for a real answer. Max shrugged. “I told them I tripped and fell, then I sent them on their way.” The guy had been in the middle of yelling at her, or his silently fuming version of it. Why on earth would he cover for her? For the second time that night, she got the distinct impression he was trying not to smile, despite how his expression didn’t change at all, other than a sardonically lifted eyebrow. Her expression must’ve reflected the combination of incredulity, relief, and suspicion that was going on inside her. “You’re welcome, by the way,” he added. Gina squeezed the dog close to her chest, stroking its soft fur for comfort. “Thank you,” she acknowledged belatedly. “Your secret is safe with me…for now.” Damn. She should’ve known her head was still on the chopping block. “What do you mean, for now?” “I took care of it, but if you want me to keep taking care of it, I need something from you.” Yup. Here came the axe. Gina edged away, nerves and disappointment both dogging her steps. Hottie McBlackmailer turned out to be a perv. She lifted her chin. “I’m not sleeping with you.” Max crossed his arms, and she swallowed at the sight of defined muscles under the fine material of his shirt. “I don’t want sex.” She stopped scooting back and eyed him, trying to determine how serious he was. “No?” Max slammed her with a charming smile, one that softened the harsher lines of his face and had her stomach fluttering in response. However, like in the hall earlier, his blue-eyed gaze remained distant, and she didn’t quite trust that I-have-my-own-agenda light in his eyes. “No,” he said. “I want you to pretend to be my girlfriend.”
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