![]() Have you ever felt as though you were having an out-of-body experience? An ethereal feeling that you were floating in the atmosphere looking down on a situation? If not, let me tell you, it wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. Imagine you were at your best friend’s engagement party in Vegas. You were super excited because you were the maid of honor and the best man was the hottest football player you’d ever seen. Even this guy’s position as tight end was appropriate for his, well . . . tight end. Anyway, there was something about his cocky attitude that ruffled your feathers and turned you on at the same time. Maybe it was the way he challenged you or because women seemed to flock to the gorgeous man. But according to him, he only had eyes for you. It didn’t matter if he was kidding or not, because you weren’t in the market for a serious relationship. Then, for some reason, you engaged in a drinking game. Because why not, right? You were in Vegas after all. Well, let me tell you why not, because the next morning you noticed a silver band on your left ring finger. And adding salt to that tequila-induced wound, there was one on his too. Yes, you read that right. Me, Alexa Barton, preferably always the bridesmaid and never the bride, married the uber-sexy, and let’s not forget cocky, football player, Jackson Cartwright. I was a cliché. A married cliché. Whose “husband” wasn’t in a hurry to get an annulment and vowed to prove that we were meant to be together.
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![]() “𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙮 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘾𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝘿𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙡𝙨, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮’𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙙 𝙣𝙚𝙬𝙨. 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣.“ The rival 𝘴𝘬𝘺𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴- the 𝗖𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗔𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗹𝘀 and the 𝗖𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗗𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹𝘀 - have been at each other’s throats since the Devils came to 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘊𝘰𝘷𝘦. I’ve been the Angels biggest fan forever. First, for my dad, captain of the Angels and a skydiving legend, and then for his heir and my best friend, Darrius. Only my feelings for Darrius run deeper than just friendship and I can’t keep that secret to myself. That was my first mistake. When Darrius rejects me, breaking my heart beyond repair, his three rivals - the Cove Devils one and all - are there to help me pick up the pieces. Is this my second mistake? I want 𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗲 against the man who broke my heart. The Devils want to destroy their rival. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗜 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗗𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹𝘀—𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗿𝘀—𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘃𝗲? 𝗢𝗿 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗜 𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗹? Warning: this book is part of a trilogy and ends in a cliffhanger. This is an 𝒆𝒙𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒔 story where the heroine won’t have to choose between her different love interests. It has steamy scenes, swearing, danger and mild violence. Suitable only for readers aged 18+ ![]() I am Kitten. Watch me play! They call me Kitten. I’m their plaything, and I love it. I thrive on it. I need it. Why? It’s like an itch I can’t quite scratch. A craving that doesn’t take away the hunger. A compulsion that I can’t control. It’s all-consuming in every way. I thought I’d come to terms with how my future looked. Meaningless sex. Lots and lots of meaningless sex. Bodies writhing, skin slapping, moans filling the air. It’s who I am, and I don’t allow myself to think too much about how I’ll never have a normal relationship. I’ll never be able to commit 100% to one person. When a ghost from my past sends me spiralling, any sort of control over my ailment is lost, and I find myself walking the dark path of self-destruction. No one knows the depravity of my past. If they did, they wouldn’t want anything to do with me. As I try to rein in my demons, I find myself in a compromising position that reveals one of my secrets to the Casanova of my school. If that isn’t bad enough, my ex has his sights set on me again, a playful friend steps over the line with me, and another brooding mate is seething with anger at me. Rightfully so, since all four of them are best mates. Throw in a sex club run by predators posing as high-class citizens, a contract that I signed when I was way too young to understand the fine print, and a man who is fifteen years older than me, which has me bratting it up all over the place, and my existence is on a path to fuckery. How the hell do I get myself in these situations? And how in the hell am I going to get myself out this time? CONTENT WARNING I’m Rhys George. Welcome to my dark and depraved world. Out of the goodness of my black heart, I thought I’d give you a heads up. A warning if you will. What you are about to read contains extreme, filthy, descriptive, no holding back sm?t. If you love what you read, then girl! We should be friends! You are my people! Because I’m feeling generous, I’d like to warn you of some other things in my world that could be triggering to some readers, so please read the full warning here, so you can be prepared!! I promise my warnings are worth it!! https://www.goodreads.com/author_blog... Do you still want to read my story? I hope so! It’s epic! Will it make you cry? Maybe. Will it make you laugh? Absolutely. Will it make you all hot and bothered? Duh! Of course! Will it make you feel like throwing your book or e-reader? Yes, but please don’t do that! I promise the angst is worth it in the end!! So, are you still with me? Yes? FAN-F%CKING-TASTIC! Let’s do this!! ![]() Secrets, lies, and tempting nights… Never be surprised by what goes on behind your neighbors’ front door. Clayton and Leilani live a picture-perfect life in a beachfront town. The hero cop and his wife have long been the dream couple, earning the affection of those around them, yet within their home is a couple who has lost their passion—a husband content in the life they’ve created and a wife longing for the thrill and heart-pounding nights of their earlier years. When new neighbors move onto their idyllic street, Leilani is intrigued when she learns of their secret life. Looking for a new way to connect with her husband, Leilani convinces Clayton to step out of his comfort zone and into a forbidden union—and a world of trouble. Actions go too far, and suddenly, a husband’s innocence is on the line as he defends himself to the public he serves, but he will stop at nothing to safeguard the woman he loves. Her life is in danger and only he can protect her because beyond the white picket fences and flowery facade, vows are forever, even when temptation is everywhere. Come inside the world of Stolen Desire. ![]() One man will do anything to keep her safe. The other will do anything to see her dead. For the last five years, I've been living as Olivia Tucker. With a cautious eye over my shoulder, I've been hiding in Seattle, staying anonymous, keeping a low-profile at a small interior design company. Until Grant Brexton. Billionaire, CEO of Hall and Brexton, he's known as Seattle's Best Playboy, the man who keeps Seattle under his heel. As his new personal assistant, our attraction should be forbidden. But Grant isn't merely a man who sets my heart on fire. He teaches me to be as strong as he is. To live ruthlessly and without apologizing. Most of all, Grant teaches me how to stop living in the shadows of fear. Our love is unstoppable. Our bond is unbreakable. Or so I think. Lonnie, the man who murdered my husband, proves he's still looking for me. And just like five years before, he could rip everything away. Grant included. It will be up to me to walk in the power I've become familiar with and maintain control over my life. ![]() Chance, I never in a million years thought I would want a guy who smells like a tree and probably hugs them on the daily, but alas, you've somehow snuck your sexy, khaki-covered ass into my life. It doesn't help that we're stuck living in this apartment together for God knows how long, but I can't stop thinking about that kiss. I know I said it was one and done, and maybe that's the smart thing to do since I'm not convinced of your emotional availability. Maybe I'm a masochist. Or, maybe I might kind of like you. I said what I said. No regrets, Marcos~ *** Marcos, Your ability to simultaneously compliment and insult me is probably one of my favorite things about you. I think it's part of your charm. Does that make me a masochist as well? I definitely like to torture myself. The night I kissed you, I knew it had the potential to push you away, but I couldn't stop myself from wanting you. I still can't. You can flirt and bully me all you like. I'm not going anywhere. I've finally found my home, and it's here. And just in case you need me to be more specific, I like you too. Forever, con amor… Chance~ Forever, Con Amor is an interconnected, stand alone, slow burn, contemporary, MM opposites attract romance that is heavy on humor, light on angst, and features an age gap, a sexy yoga session, heels, and a few passive aggressive quips about cargo pants, hugging trees and kale. ![]() Town playboy. CEO extraordinaire. Monumental prick. And my blind date. Tag Calloway is toxic. If you aren’t in his small inner circle of friends, you’re nothing. An inconvenience at best. And it’s just my luck that my first blind date—heck, my first date since ‘The Incident’––happens to be with him. I’ve spent years hiding myself from men. From life. Wallowing in guilt and camouflaging my body. I live for one reason. Gigi. The broken-condom accident who has become the singular light of my life. Why did I let my friends talk me into this? He’s the last person I should trust with my feelings. My body. My scars. But when our night turns into something I never expected, common sense fails me and I fall hard, knowing this time, it won’t be my body that suffers gruesome damage, it will be my heart. ![]() Some people are born in darkness. Some have darkness thrust upon them. Me? I was the darkness. Forged in the flames of my stepfather’s hatred, I learnt from an early age that life was cruel, harsh, and unforgiving. This life would destroy you unless you stood up for yourself, took control, and fought back. I was always a fighter, but my soul remained charred from the fires that consumed me. My heart an empty cavern filled with echoes of a life I’d never live. Branded with a vengeance that drove me to do for others what no one had ever done for me. I ran in a pack with my soldiers, but I was a lone wolf. A solitary soul set to wander this earth. People avoided me. They feared me. But not her. From the shadows, she watched. In the darkness, she waited. In her dreams, she saw something no one else did. She saw the real me. But dreams aren’t meant for monsters like me. And when a devil from my past comes back to haunt me, I have to make a decision for this life and the next. I need to keep her safe at all costs. My little raven. Death waits for no man. But neither does The Reaper. The Reaper is a standalone, new adult romance. There are scenes of a violent and sexual nature in this story, therefore it is intended for readers of 18+ years. Please take note of the trigger warnings listed at the beginning of this book. ![]() The rockstar There are lots of assumptions people make about rockstars. Shallow. Player. Addict. The truth? I’m none of those. The even bigger truth…the only opinion I care about is her’s and she hates me. Her as in Gwen Matthews, my twin brother’s best friend, the unrequited love of my life. She thinks I’m a liar and a jerk which is why I pretend to be my brother when she needs help one night. Except Gwen is a genius. Literally. So it doesn’t take her long to figure out it’s me and not my brother, but maybe, just maybe, she’s willing to give me a second chance. Because maybe when she looks at me, she only sees a rockstar with her best friend’s face, but when I look at her, I see my other half. She centers me in a way that no rhythm or line of lyric ever could. The scientist I have three priorities in life at the moment: finish my research, defend my dissertation, and get my Ph.D., so that I can actually figure out what I’m supposed to do with my life. Tom Mendoza won’t help me achieve any of those things. Yet I can’t help the sudden feeling that I’ve been completely wrong about him all this time. The day we first met when we were both teenagers, I saw a glimpse of a sweet, funny boy that felt very much like a kindred spirit; awkward and full of energy and dreams. But that guy seemed to disappear and in his place was this stereotypical stupidly hot rock star that did not make sense in my world. Being a scientist means being willing to admit when you’re wrong and reevaluating everything. I might not understand much about human behavior, but I can clearly see the tender underbelly that Tom protects. The subtle rituals he uses to stave off his anxiety. Yes, he’s ridiculously hot, but his soul just might be more beautiful than his face and I’m not sure what to do with that. Especially when I find out that he’s in love with me. 'Smart Mouth' is a full-length contemporary romance and can be read as a standalone. Book #4 in the Work For It series, Educated Romance World, Penny Reid Book Universe. ![]() “I’ll take them!” That’s what I tell the social worker when my pre-k student and his baby brother need an emergency foster placement. I’ll do anything to keep the brothers from being split up. But my apartment’s flooded and there’s only one house I can take them to on such short notice…his. Knox Daniels, my older brother’s best friend, offers his new place without hesitation. He’s not moving back to our tiny town until next month—that’s when all our hotshot firefighters are returning for their one and only chance to rebuild our fathers’ fallen, iconic crew. It doesn’t matter that I’ve been silently in love with Knox since we were kids. It can’t matter that we pretend that reckless prom night kiss never happened. It won’t matter that my feelings for him could destroy his lifelong friendship with my brother and threaten the certification of their hotshot crew. Because I’ll be out of his house long before he gets back. Except Knox just walked in…a month early. And the icing on this awkward cake? He’s gorgeous as always and I’m covered in baby puke. He takes one look at the boys and tells me we can make this work-- We can temporarily fake a relationship to keep them from being separated by the system. Suddenly, everything matters. |
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