Series: The Bad Boys of Wall Street
Author: Ember Leigh
Genre: Bodyguard; Age-Gap; Billionaire Romance
Release Date: May 14, 2024
Jordan is off-limits: not only is she my client’s sister, she’s ten years my junior. But that’s not stopping me from making her mine…
I’ve protected more princesses, celebrities, and billionaires than I could shake a bulletproof vest at. I’m ready to move onto less dramatic pastures: becoming the CEO of my own protection company. Until the Fairchilds ask me to personally oversee their little sister Jordan, who they’re desperate to reconnect with—and keep safe as she enters into their world. I’d do anything for these guys – so of course I say yes. Besides, I know the two most important rules of this biz: don’t mount the ward, and never become emotionally involved. I’m positive this assignment will be the final slam dunk in my close protection resume…until I see her. She’s five foot nothing with gray eyes that put me in a chokehold. Barista by day, stripper by night, Pokemon hunter in-between. She can’t even blink without making a few guys cream their briefs. I think I know what to expect from a fire-breathing brat like her, who pushes and pulls at every opportunity. But it turns out, she’s everything I didn’t expect to need. As my assignment turns into co-habitation and so much more, all the rules fly out the window. This love could destroy me, and the mission we’re on could ruin both of our lives if it goes sideways. We’re fighting for the fate of her brothers…and Jordan is prepared to pay the ultimate price to save her family. I resumed my previous position in bed, my back to Seven, snuggled into endless pillows. But sleep didn’t come. Daylight sure did, though. It crept through the one room-darkening curtain I’d failed to close entirely, giving the room enough of a glow to ensure I didn’t fall back asleep. I sighed, flipping onto my back. And then I turned onto my other side, facing the wide expanse of Seven’s back. Goooood morning. I gobbled up the sight as if it were my first drink of water after a full night’s shift at the club. Cut lines, defined traps, a wonderland of muscle and olive skin. Scars crisscrossed his left shoulder. I admired the precise lines of his fade for what felt like a half hour. When he turned onto his back and slung an arm over the top of his face, I relished the opportunity to see his body from a new angle. Wiry, dark armpit hair. Finally, blessedly, I saw the biceps that made his button-ups strain at the seams. I squeezed my legs together, my gaze drifting lower. The sheet was pulled over his stomach. But the man had to have perfect abs. With arms like this, it would be illegal not to. For God’s sake, does this man have abs? Seven sighed, moving his arm from over his face. He turned his head toward me, peering through one slit eye. “Do you always stare at people while they sleep?” I was so dumbfounded by the fact that he’d noticed me staring that my mouth flopped open like a fish’s. “You’re making it impossible to actually stay asleep,” he added. My brain kicked into gear. “Just trying to figure out where you store all your warmth and good humor.” A smirk curled at the edge of his mouth as his eyes drifted shut. “You’ll never know.” I sniffed, turning away from him. “I’m beginning to think you don’t have any at all.” “Close protection officers aren’t required to have any.” The early morning grit of his voice made my pussy clench. I squeezed my eyes shut. Why was this man so unbearably attractive? “Then I can call off my search.” I fluffed up the pillow beneath my head, already wanting one more glimpse of his sexy face. All I could think about was how he might feel against my bare skin. Wrapped up in him, beneath the sheets. We were so close, but a world away. The sheets rustled from his side of the bed. The bathroom door clicked shut a moment later. I looked at his abandoned spot in the bed—searching, but for what, I didn’t know. Part of me wanted to sniff his pillow, but that was fucking weird—too weird even for me. I huffed, throwing back the covers. Might as well get up and start figuring out what came next. I tore open the curtains, letting in the blinding and beautiful morning. I actually gasped at the view of Central Park through the windows. I’d never seen the park from this angle, in all my years living in the city. While I knew that Central Park was technically large, seeing it from this high made it seem like a sprawling jungle. The canopy of trees ranged from dark green to vibrant yellow, orange and rusty brown in various shades of autumnal glory. The bathroom door opened and I turned to face Seven. I don’t know what I was expecting. Fully clothed, gun in holster, regularly scheduled programming? I wasn’t prepared for what I saw. Tousled, black hair. The square jawline that framed those perfect, plump lips. His chocolate puppy dog eyes sweeping over my body, leaving tiny explosions in their wake. And his body—gloriously uncovered, available for viewing. His silky black boxer briefs had an unnaturally large bulge between his legs. I blinked a couple of times, wondering if this was an optical illusion. His dick can’t be that big when it’s soft, right? I tried desperately not to stare, moving my gaze instead to his sculpted thighs. Dark leg hair. And the abs—oh, fuck me, the abs. My brows furrowed as I beheld him. The longer I looked at him, the angrier I got. He paused in the doorway, squinting at me like this encounter could go sideways. “Why do you look so angry?” “You’re just…wearing underwear.” He blinked a few times. His confusion helped me realize that I hadn’t made any sense at all. But there was no way I could explain. Not without outing myself. “So are you,” he said. “Right, but I’m like…” I gestured at my simple tee and undies, which were mostly hidden by the shirt. “You’ve seen me in way less.” “Should I put pants on or…?” “No. It’s fine. I mean, unless you were planning on it. I don’t want to plan your clothes out. I’m not your mom.” I breezed out of the room, trying to act confident. But internally, I was melting down. Not a word I’d said made sense. I just needed to get away from those man thighs. And the possible monster dick.
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Title: Resisting Love
Series: Whoopsie Daisy Book 2
Author: Katrina Marie
Genre: Small Town Contemporary Romance
Tropes: Forced Proximity, Grumpy/Sunshine, Neighbors
Cover Design: Oh So Novel
Release Date: May 14, 2024
Whose idea was it to pair my happy-go-lucky neighbor with me? Someone is going to regret that decision.
Being voluntold to participate in a planning committee for the Spring Bloom Festival was the last thing I wanted.
Walking in to find out my “there’s always a brightside” neighbor is also on the committee, my worst nightmare.
He is sunshine. I am thunder.
And after my not so graceful entry into his life, he’s someone I avoid at all costs. Except the committee leaders decided to pair us together.
I love Whoopsie Daisy more than anything and would do anything for my business and friends, but why does it have to be this?
So much for staying away from him. Fighting his charm has never been more crucial. Especially with the reputation of the shop on the line.
Even though I knew deep down that was what she wanted to tell me, it still takes me by surprise. Samantha isn’t exactly warm and cuddly, and it’ll be interesting working alongside her. Hopefully we both survive it.
Title: Cold Fury
Series: Cold Justice - Most Wanted #4
Author: Toni Anderson
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Tropes: Serial Killer/Tortured Heroine
Band of Brothers/Woman in Peril
Release Date: May 13, 2024
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When a killer takes everything and still wants more.
Seven years ago, Hope Harper was a star defense attorney with a great life and a beautiful family—until she got the wrong defendant released, and he turned around and viciously slaughtered her husband and child. Since then, the only thing Hope cares about is locking bad guys behind bars where they can’t hurt anyone else. When the killer escapes from a maximum security prison during a winter storm, Hope refuses to run and hide.
The FBI’s Hostage Rescue Team is called in to protect the handful of public figures the notorious serial killer threatened. Operator Aaron Nash draws the short straw—he’ll be heading up Assistant District Attorney Hope Harper’s close protection detail.
Much to Aaron’s frustration, the cool blonde refuses to go into protective custody. As the hours and days wear on, Aaron and Hope manage a fragile truce. He begins to understand and admire the tenacious prosecutor, and the two of them begin to work together.
As the escaped serial killer’s rampage spins on, Hope knows it’s just a matter of time until he comes for her. Except something’s changed. For the first time since losing her family, she has something to live for. But is history doomed to repeat itself?
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“Do you have specialized combat training that I am unaware of?” He kept his voice firm, suspecting she’d scent and exploit weakness like a fox scented and exploited a rabbit. Her eyes narrowed. “I have the fury of a woman whose child and husband were cold-bloodedly murdered by that sonofabitch.” Emotion vibrated through the words, but he ignored it. His job was tactical, not emotional. It ran on logic and preparation. And maybe it ran a little on luck, but he wasn’t about to admit that to a principal who was this antagonistic. He needed to gain her trust and her confidence if they were to work together effectively. “Sometimes,” he said quietly, “that isn’t enough.” Something flickered in those icy depths before she looked away. “It’s all I have left.” “Not true, counselor.” Lincoln Fraser produced a wide smile that showed he didn’t mind a little danger. “You also have the protection of the FBI.” “Whether I like it or not.” The glimpse of vulnerability was gone, replaced by bitterness. Aaron couldn’t blame her for her anger, but her attitude could make his job more difficult and put his teammates at risk. He wouldn’t stand for the latter. Their jobs were dangerous enough without a client with a death wish.
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Best known for her “COLD JUSTICE®” novels, perhaps it’s not surprising to discover Toni lives in one of the most extreme climates on earth—Manitoba, Canada. Formerly a Marine Biologist (Ph.D.), she still misses the ocean. Her greatest achievements include raising two kids, mastering the Tokyo subway, climbing Ben Lomond, snorkeling the Great Barrier Reef, and surviving eighteen (and counting) Winnipeg winters. Toni loves to travel for research and was lucky enough to visit the Strategic Information and Operations Center inside FBI Headquarters in Washington, D.C. She also got to shove another car off the road during pursuit training at the Writer’s Police Academy in Wisconsin. She hopes not to get arrested for her Google searches. Find out more on her website: http://www.toniandersonauthor.com WATCH ME Four demanding, billionaire bosses. Four gorgeous men who make me feel more than I could ever imagine. If I sign on the dotted line, they say I’ll be theirs. Theirs to protect. Theirs to have. Theirs to dominate. New apartment. New wardrobe. Everything I could possibly need they take care of. Looking across the conference room table, my choice is already made for me. The ink isn’t even dry before I let myself fall. Watch Me is a Why Choose billionaire romance with heroes who will do anything to protect and pleasure their heroine, originally published as part of the #1 Private Listing series on Kindle Vella. Watch Me is the first book in the Private Listing series, an expanded edition.
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As an avid reader of all things reverse harem/why choose romance, C.S. Berry decided to put her writing skills to the test and dabble in the world of one woman for a handful of heroes. Her debut contemporary erotic RH/why choose on Kindle Vella climbed the ranks and helped develop a following for C.S. Berry's works. Currently she has three in Kindle Vella and expectations to publish Private Listing now that it's complete. For social media, she has an instagram page @csberry and a group on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/groups/csberryreaders. As always, thanks for reading ;) XOXOXO
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GIVEAWAY! WHITEOUTby Dyan LayneBlog TourRelease Date: May 9, 2024Model Cover Design: Lori Jackson Design
Photographer: Michelle Lancaster
Model: Eric Guilmette
Alternate Cover & Graphics: Ashlee O'Brien, Ashes and VellichorGenre: Contemporary Romance StandaloneTropes: Forced proximity, dubcon SynopsisDear Miss Dalton,
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