Title: The First Sin
Series: Sins of the Past #1
Author: Jillian Quinn
Genre: Romantic Suspense/Mafia Romance
Release Date: April 30, 2018
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Once upon a time, I fell in love with a blue-eyed boy who promised me forever.
We fell hard and fast, even though our relationship was forbidden.
Loving Angelo Morelli wasnât my first sin.
It wouldnât be my last.
Our families were friends before they were enemies, fighting for power in the city.
I was their bargaining chip, a pawn to be used by the most powerful men in Philadelphia.
I just didnât know it.
Angelo was my white knight in a world full of darkness.
But someone had to pay for our sins.
Too bad that person was me.
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Jillian Quinn is an international bestselling romance author who likes her females just as alpha as their swoon-worthy counterparts. Born and raised in Philadelphia, Jillian sets all of her books in the City of Brotherly Love, cheers for her local sports teams, and enjoys a good cheesesteak. When sheâs not writing, reading, or blogging, sheâs fangirling over hockey and can be found wherever she can watch the next game.
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Title: Rascal
Series: Rascals #1
Author: Katie McCoy
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: April 30, 2018
Blurb
My new neighbor is irresistible, and heâs keeping me up ALL night longâ¦
Emerson Hayes is sexy, arrogant, and has abs that would put a Hemsworth to shame. Heâs also opening a bar with his buddies right below my apartment. Goodbye, peace and quiet, hello sleepless nights fantasizing about my hot new landlordâ¦
But when my stuffy workplace makes it clear I need a plus-one for our events, I have the perfect way to even the score. Emerson is A+ arm-candy⦠as long as I can resist taking a bite. Our arrangement is supposed to be just for show, but Emerson is like that fifth shot of tequila: tempting, intoxicating, and liable to leave me flat on my back with my panties around my ankles, begging for more.
Maybe I should stay for just one more roundâ¦
Sparks fly in the hot new standalone series from Katie McCoy.
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Releasing December 10, 2018
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Katie McCoy is a self proclaimed sushi addict, Cardinals baseball fanatic, and lover of all things theatrical. A St. Louis native transplanted to Brooklyn, she acts, sings, and shakes her booty when she isn't writing books about hot men and the girls who love them.
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Title: I Dare You
Author: Shantel Tessier
Genre: Sports Romance/Suspense
Release Date: April 27, 2018
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What do you do when the devil has you in his sights? You show him that you can play his game. Austin Lowes is new to town. She's running from a mom who hates her to her dad who cares nothing about her. Only a few months and she will be free, or at least, that's what she hopes ... until she meets him. Cole Reynolds is the devil disguised as a man. He wants her fear, he wants her blood, and he wants her soul. Just a little game, he says, I dare you. Will Austin survive him, or will she lose herself and the game? Secrets are revealed and justice will be served, but at what cost? Who survives and who doesn't?
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AUSTIN
âWhy am I here?â I ask, wanting to get this over with.
Cole takes the bottle from my hand and brings it to his lips, taking a big gulp. His Adam's apple working as he swallows.
I cross my arms over my chest, trying to look unaffected. But Iâm having trouble breathing.
âWeâve been thinking â¦â he says, rubbing his chin.
âWe want you to be a part of our group,â Deke finishes his sentence.
I look among the five of them and start laughing nervously. âYouâre joking, right?â
âNot one bit,â Deke says, shaking his head.
âNo thanks,â I say and turn to the door. I twist the handle and start to pull it open, but a hand slaps on the door above my head, holding it shut.
I jump back to look at Cole. He leans against it casually, getting comfortable and blocking my only exit. âIt wasnât an offer, Austin.â
My eyes narrow on him. âWhat makes you think I want anything to do with you guys?â
âDeke,â Cole says, lifting the bottle to his lips again.
I spin around to see Deke step up to us, his phone in his hand facing Cole and me. A video plays, and itâs of me driving Coleâs car away from the warehouse after he stole the red car.
âHow did you get that?â I demand.
He just chuckles, placing the phone in his pocket. âI donât kiss and tell, baby.â
My eyes narrow on him calling me baby. I turn back to face Cole. âYouâre blackmailing me. Again.â
He shrugs carelessly. âYou can call it whatever you want.â
âIâm calling it what it is,â I snap. âYou know damn well that I had no idea what you had planned.â
He pushes off the wall and leans down, his face inches from mine. I can smell the cinnamon on his lips and canât help the shudder that runs through me. âI dare you to prove it.â
âYou son of aââ
âIn order to join,â Deke interrupts me, âyou have to pass a test.â He crosses his arms over his broad chest.
âIâm not interested â¦â
âInitiation,â he corrects himself.
âI donât want to be involved with whatever fucked-up shit you guys are in.â How many different ways do I have to say it?
âLet her out,â Kellan says, but no one listens to him.
Deke continues. âYou have to fuck one of us while we all watch.â
My heart starts to pound at his words. And my eyes widen when he takes a step toward me.
This is a joke. It has to be.
He arches a brow in challenge when I just stand there staring at him. âYou want me, baby? Iâm ready.â He licks his lips as his blue eyes settle on my legs. Then he reaches down to his jeans and unbuttons them.
Heâs serious! My eyes immediately shoot to Cole.
His eyes hold their usual anger as they glare down at me, but a slow, devious smile spreads across his face, and the guys start laughing. âWell, thereâs your answer, man,â one of them calls out from behind me.
My jaw tightens. âI donât want to â¦â
âLeave us,â Cole orders, interrupting me. And like the trained sheep they are, they all walk out. I can still hear their laughter as they walk down the hall, the door slowly shutting behind them.
I plop down on one of the lounge chairs, trying to slow my racing heart. âYou canât force my hand, Cole. Not with this.â
He walks over to where I sit. Reaching out, he runs his busted knuckles along my cheek. I swat his hand away, afraid of what will come out of my mouth if he touches me.
His hand grips my hair and yanks me to stand. I cry out as he shoves my back
against the closed door. He towers over me, pushing his body into mine. Iâm panting while he holds me still. He dips his head to whisper in my ear. âAre you a virgin, Austin?â
âNo,â I growl. My hands come up to push him off me, but he grabs them and pins them above my head. I whimper, and my thighs tighten.
âThatâs a shame.â He sighs, and his breath skims across my skin making me shudder. âI like to take pretty, innocent things and destroy them.â
âYouâre sick,â I say, panting.
He chuckles but doesnât deny it. âBut that doesnât make you want me any less. I saw the way you stared at me in the car. The way you licked your lips when I thought about kissing you. The way you whispered my name. How you stared at me when I got out of the pool. And letâs not forget the way you allowed me to touch you last night. Tell me, were you disappointed when I didnât throw you on the bed and fuck you right then?â I moan. âI bet youâre wet right now.â
âCole,â I growl his name, not wanting him to see how right he is.
But he ignores my warning. âYou wore red for me again, sweetheart. You wanted my attention, and you got it. Now what are you gonna do with it?â
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She considers herself extremely lucky to get to be a stay at home wife and mother. Going to concerts and the movies are just a few of her favorite things to do. She hates coffee, but loves wine. She and her husband are both huge football fans, college and NFL. And she has to feed her high heel addiction by shopping for shoes weekly.
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Title: Clipped Wings
Series: Kings MC Romance #2
Author: Betty Shreffler
Genre: Standalone MC Romance
Release Date: April 27, 2018
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They call me the Devilâs assassin. Itâs true. I have blood on my hands.
As the VP of the Serpents, my life is driven by loyalty, honor, brotherhood.
Until I see her.
Too young, too innocent. Mine to claim.
What I am, what I do, can never reach her. My dark secrets are scars I bear alone.
Iâm torn between my duties and the woman Iâll die to protect.
Until...they try to take whatâs mine.
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THE CLUBHOUSE IS buzzing with life tonight. Every member and their olâ lady came out for the cage fight. No other MC members are allowed on a night like this. Itâs in-house and exclusive. Keeps the outcome private and the bruised egos of the losers contained. I plan on bruising more than their egos. I want them carried out on a fucking stretcher.
These men arenât my brothers. They donât know loyalty, honor, or respect the patch and the brotherhood it stands for. Theyâre weak men. Men who get off on torturing and raping a woman who couldnât defend herself against them. I donât see them as equals. Iâll never see them as equals.
Through the church room is another set of double doors. This is where we have our fight cage and private bar. Wooden benches line two walls, the cage taking up the other two. Between the benches and the fight cage are high top and low top tables with bar stools and chairs. Every seat is filled and the liquor is pouring heavily. A few bucks make their rounds on whoâs going to win the fight. Itâs fun play for my brothers, but for me, tonight is about so much more.
Lighting dim, it makes the blood stains on the cage mat harder to see, but itâs there as a lingering memory of previous fights. Fights Iâve been a part of. Blood Iâve contributed myself. You donât last in the Serpents as long as I have without shedding some.
Across the cage, between the bars, I can see Drake and Levi getting themselves worked up for the fight. A slap to the face, some words for courage, a shot glass thrown back. Next to me are Mercy, John, Tex and RJ, some of my closest brothers. Mercy slaps my bare back and hands me a shot.
âFuck âem up.â
With the shot thrown back, I bob my head. Shirt in my hands, I pull it over my head and toss it on a chair. Reaching into my pocket, I retrieve the brass knuckles I brought. Thatâs an advantage with the cage fightsâthere are no rules.
Christian opens the cage door and dips his head, indicating Drake and Levi need to enter. Shirts off and in their jeans, they go into the cage, bouncing on the tips of their feet. Theyâre wired and ready, probably high on coke too. Another advantage for me. With intent steps, I flex my muscles and give Christian a hard stare as I enter the cage.
The door locks behind us and I measure my opponents. Levi is tall and gangly, has speed, but will easily be put off balance. Drake has muscles, a solid core, slightly shorter than I am, but he always steps before he punches. Itâs been engrained in me to study the way every man I know fights, especially the ones closest to you.
Bloodshot eyes and their hyper energy are telltale signs theyâre high. The corner of my mouth raises when the circling starts. Theyâll come at me together at first, in hopes to overpower me, wear me down. Then once Iâm tired, theyâll split up and go for individual attacks to give themselves breaks and ensure I remain exhausted. Theyâre dumb fucks if they think the fight will last that long.
They both charge and I slam into Levi. Hand to his throat, I ram him into the cage bars, knocking the wind out of him. Grip tight on his throat, I bring the brass knuckles down on his face. Blood spurts from his nose, then again from his busted lips.
âFuuuck!â the word roars from my chest.
The cold steal slices across the lower left side of my back. Enraged, I turn on Drake and see him holding the bloody switchblade.
If blood is what they want, blood is what Iâll give them.
Fast hand to his wrist, I wrap my elbow around his arm and kick his leg out from under him. The blade drops and I flip him over slamming him to the ground. No hesitation, I snatch the blade and whip it across his cheek. Blood pours from the thin, neat cut. Flicking the blade into my other hand, I nail it into his thigh.
With the painkiller effects of the coke running through his system, he bellows from the wound, but still has a lot of fight. Seeing Levi come at me with a set of spiked knuckles, I get one brass-knuckled punch to Drakeâs face before I duck and roll, dodging the swing of Leviâs arm.
Quick on my feet, I feel the warmth of my own blood running down my skin on the inside of my jeans. Thatâs gonna need stitches. I need to move fast before I lose too much blood. Drake pulls the blade from his thigh and limps to his feet, holding the bars of the cage.
Circling one another, the crowd is alive with energy, screaming and hollering inaudible words at us. Theyâre hungry for more.
Waving my fingers, I encourage their attack. Leviâs got good legs, so he comes at me first. With an uppercut of the brass knuckles, he lands on his back. One hard boot to his face and heâs lights out.
Drake circles me, blade in hand. With a fast swing, he grazes my arm, slicing it enough to make me bleed, but not enough to make me give a fuck. The fresh scent of copper fills my nostrils. Crimson red covers Drakeâs face and stains his jeans. Watching his feet, he lunges again, and I grab his hand, lock onto it, turn inside his arm and elbow his face, breaking his nose. Pulling his hand backward, the blade drops. With one swift turn, I put brass to bone, knocking him on his ass.
I only stop when I see his eyelids. Heâs out cold, and I heave a breath, controlling my fury before I murder him here in front of everyone. Rising to my feet, I pull the brass knuckles from my bloodied hand. The cage door opens for me, and I step out to hoots, hollers, pats on the back, and shots shoved into my hands. I down two for the pain.
All the faces are an adrenaline pumping blur until I see herâmy Sparrow. Running to me, I enfold her in my arms, kissing her hard and fierce.
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Betty Shreffler is a bestselling author of paranormal romantic suspense and contemporary romance. She writes sexy and suspenseful stories with hot alphas and kickass heroines with twists you donât expect. She also writes beautiful and sexy romances with tough women and their journeys at finding love. Betty is a mix of country, nerdy, sassy, sweet and a whole lot of sense of humor. Sheâs a fan of photography, reading, watching movies, hiking, traveling, drinking wine, and all things romantic. She lives with her amazing hubs and five fur babies. If sheâs not writing or doing book events, then you can find her behind the lens of a camera, in the woods, or sipping wine behind a deliciously steamy book.
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Title: Meyah
Series: The Club Girl Diaries #9
Author: Addison Jane
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: April 26, 2018
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Meyah wasnât the same girl she used to be.
She was becoming a woman. One who wasnât afraid to speak up and stand her ground, refusing to go back to that girl who let the world walk all over her and break her down.
Her love for Hamlet, though. It gave her strength.
Meyah knew their relationship was never going to be easy.
When misunderstandings and bad decisions threw them off course, they would need to fight even harder to repair the cracks which had appeared. And even then, it was never going to be perfect.
But Meyah didnât want perfect.
She wanted Ham.
He encouraged her to be herself, to fight for what she wanted. So when Meyah stumbled across the piece of herself which had always been missing, she couldnât help but want to know more about this man she could finally call Dad.
Huntsman was dangerous, he was deadly, and there were people out there who would do anything to bring him to his knees. And Meyah was about to find herself right in their firing line.
Lines would be drawn.
Loyalties would be questioned.
And love was about to be tested like never before.
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Addison Jane is a born and bred kiwi girl with a passion for romance and writing.
When she gets the chance she enjoys the little things in life such as reading, dancing, music, and Facebook, but her world really revolves around the little girl who calls her Mum. It's an awkward balance between alpha males and Disney princesses but it works.
Growing up on a small farm next to the beach will always make her a country girl at heart. But since moving away to a small town close to the city she's discovered a dangerous love for shopping.
Writing stories has been something that's come naturally since she was young, and with the massive support of her friends and family, she finally decided to step out of her comfort zone and share them with the world.
She enjoys bringing her books to life with strong female leads, sexy passionate men and a rollercoaster of twists and turns that lead to the happily ever after that her readers desire.
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Title: The Billionaire's Claim: Obsession
Series: The Billionaire's Claim #1
Author: Nadia Lee
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: April 26, 2018
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DOMINIC
Elizabeth Pryce-Reed.
An angel. A virgin. My first love.
I fell for her hard and fast ten years ago...and paid the price on a night of shattering betrayal.
So I built a billion-dollar empire out of vengeance...
And now I'm coming for her.
ELIZABETH
Dominic King.
A maverick. A self-made billionaire. My soul mate.
Ten years ago, he shredded my heart, even as he vowed he'd take what matters most to me.
I know he's coming, and I welcome it. I need closure for what happened that night.
But the more time I spend with him, the more I wonder...
Can I ever move on...?
Note: This is the first book in The Billionaire's Claim duet.
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I lose the track of my friends' conversation as the fine hair at my nape bristles -- not unpleasantly -- and my gaze lands on the sole bartender on the other side of the counter.
Everything fades away except him.
I've met handsome men, hot men, aristocratic men, charming men on both sides of the Atlantic. My family alone has four brothers and four cousins who make women stupid with their looks. Having grown up around such male beauty, I've always considered myself immune -- able to appreciate it without turning into some kind of infatuated drooler.
But the bartender...
Everything about him is absurd.
The absurd perfection of his bone structure. The absurd blue of his eyes. The absurd firmness of his lips. The absurd muscularity of his big, strong body.
When our gazes collide, I feel like every cell in my body is waking up after a lifetime of slumber. My heart beats a little bit faster, a little bit harder. Blood flows a little quicker, a little hotter.
Is this sexual attraction?
I shake my head inwardly. I've felt attraction to guys before. But nothing like this. This man shines like a brilliant gemstone, like the heavens opened up and a halo appeared around him.
Then I remember what Grandpa used to say.
"When I first met your grandmother, I knew she was the one."
"How?" I asked. An exceptional artist, Grandpa has a propensity for exaggeration and dramatic flair.
"Because she made me forget where I was. Every time I laid eyes on her, nothing else mattered. Colors were brighter, food tasted better, and the air felt cleaner. All because I met her."
I laughed. "That's just infatuation, Grandpa."
He shook his head. "No, no, my little angel. It's called love. My soul recognized hers."
I tried not to laugh at such a ridiculous story. On the other hand, Grandpa's first marriage lasted until the death of his wife in a sailing accident. And by all accounts, they adored each other.
Suddenly Vanessa taps my elbow. "Earth to Elizabeth. Come on." She tilts her shiny red head toward the bar. "We're sitting at the counter."
Apparently the decision has been made. "Okay." I park my butt across from the bartender, Grandpa's words about soul mates circling in my head.
Because if this bartender's mine, he's popped up at the most inconvenient time and the most inconvenient location.
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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Nadia Lee writes sexy, emotional contemporary romance. Born with a love for excellent food, travel and adventure, she has lived in four different countries, kissed stingrays, been bitten by a shark, ridden an elephant and petted tigers.
Currently, she shares a condo overlooking a small river and sakura trees in Japan with her husband and son. When sheâs not writing, she can be found reading books by her favorite authors or planning another trip.
Stay in touch with her via her website, http://www.nadialee.net, or her blog http://www.nadialee.net/blog
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Title: Co-Ed
Author: Rachel Van Dyken
Genre: New Adult
Release Date: April 24, 2018
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Four guys.
Constant moaning.
And a revolving door across the college suite I somehow ended up in because my first name is Shawn.
They don't discriminate. Girls. Guys. Grandmas. Plants (okay maybe not plants) all walks of life stroll in stressed to the brim, and leave so satisfied I'm wondering what sort of talents lie behind that door.
My roommate calls them the pleasure ponies.
But the rest of the college campus?
They just call them the new face of Wingmen Inc. A paid for relationship service that makes big promises.
Breakup? They'll glue you back together again.
Depressed? They have the magic pill.
Lonely? Just spend a few minutes while they rub you down and you'll forget all about it.
And broken hearts? Well, that's their specialty. They'll fix you.
For a priceâ¦
I swore I wouldn't get involved.
But apparently they like a challenge, and a girl who doesn't put up with their BS is basically like waving a red flag in front of a bull.
They. All. Charged.
But one holds my attention above the rest.
Knox Turner looks like a Viking â and getting pillaged is starting to look more appealing by the day. Though he's hiding something â all of them are. And the closer I get. The more I realize that some things are left better in the past.
You've read reverse harem books before â but you've never read one like this. It's not what you think, or is it? Dive in and find outâ¦
Knox, Leo, Finn, and Slater are waiting, and they aren't patient men.
Welcome to the new face of Wingmen Inc â You're welcome.
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I would regret it later - my heart knew it - but I was a caretaker by nature, so when I grabbed his hand and gave it a tug toward the bed, I was surprised he followed. Even more surprised that when he joined me in his bed, he didn't try to pull me into his embrace; he didn't even touch me, just laid there and stared up at the ceiling like the monsters were going to come back. "You need to sleep," I whispered, turning on my side and facing him. "Or you'll be even grumpier in the morning." He smiled at that. "Am I really that grumpy?" "Scale of one to ten?" I shrugged. "You flirt with an eight or nine on a good day." "Shit." He took a deep breath. "For the record, I'm sorry." "For?" "Being myself." He didn't offer any more explanation. Instead, he turned away from me, tucked a pillow under his head, and slept. We were strangers. And still, when I woke up with the bed empty⦠I realized. It was the first time I'd slept through the night since transferring, and it would happen to occur in my enemy's bed.
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Title: Flesh into Fire
Series: Original Sin #3
Authors: JA Huss & Johnathan McClain
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: April 17, 2018
Blurb
Payback is owed.
And Maddie Clayton is going to collect. This time Carlos and Logan have gone too far. People are dead, lives have been changed, and sheâs had enough. Plus, sheâs got the Devil on her side, so when an enemy turns into a friend with an idea of how to take Carlos down, sheâs in.
Tyler Morgan has been fighting back his whole adult life. Heâs ready for anything when it comes to payback. But endangering Maddie canât be part of the deal. Unfortunately for him, once Maddie gets an idea in her head, thereâs no stopping her.
Her debt has been paid in blood and she wants revenge.
His fight is still there, but now heâs got more at stake than himself.
The end is coming.
But even if they win against Carlos, they can still lose each other.
TYLER
I roll our interlaced fingers over so that I can see the back of her hand. Itâs strong, but delicate. Long fingers and white skin. Veins that tense with the clench of her grip. Freckles. Just a few light, faint, perfect freckles.
I have the same thought I had the other day. That I want to learn her. Her body. Every millimeter of her. I want it burned into my brain. I want to imprint her into my memory before she goes. I want to study her. I want to have a PhD in Maddie Clayton.
I let go of her hand and stand up, turn to face her and then kneel down.
âWhat are you doing?â she asks.
I donât say anything. Sheâs not wearing shoes, so I start tugging at the toes of her socks and she giggles as I work them off her legs and then hold her precious feet in my hands, examining them. I stroke the bones that run along the top, ending at the tips of her toes, and I kiss each toe one by one.
I turn them over to inspect the scar I found the other day, and I give it a kiss. Then I spread her legs and slide in between them, popping my head up to give her a kiss on the lips, before I unbutton her jeans and draw down the zipper. She leans back, propping herself on her elbows, and shimmies her hips as I pull her pants down. Theyâre so tight on her, so fitted, that they draw her underwear along with them as I pull, and then the pants are off her body and on the floor, and her bare calves, and knees, and thighs, and pussy are there for me to explore.
Still leaning back on her elbows, she tilts her head to the side, presses her lips together in a tight smile, and raises her eyebrows at me.
I lift one of her legs and place my face right next to it. Like an archaeologist exploring the contours of a priceless, ancient artifact.
Her smell. Her smell will be the thing that I know I will hold onto most. Itâs always been that way for me. Smell is the most potent sense I have when it comes to triggering memories. When I smell cinnamon, I remember my mom. Because she was baking when she collapsed that last time after chemo. And so thatâs the smell I choose to associate with my final memory of her, as opposed to the antiseptic smell of the hospital. Because that wasnât her anymore anyway. Mom stayed in the kitchen. Only the shell of her stuck around for a couple weeks more in the hospital bed.
Anyway.
Right now, Maddie smells like freshly cut grass. Sheâs been packing and getting ready to leave all day, and itâs been weirdly warm of late, so sheâs a little sweaty. And that smellâthat pungent, dense, round smell of sweat on her skin that fills my nostrilsâreminds me of summer. Which I love. Because I suppose that means that for the rest of my life, thereâll be an entire season where every day all Iâll be able to think about is her. Even though I donât imagine needing a lot of prompts to steer my thoughts in her direction.
As I stroke my fingers along her leg, kissing as I go, and drinking in her scent with every breath, she drops down from her elbows, letting herself lie flat on her back, her legs dangling off the side of the bed. She traces her fingers up and down the line of her stomach, pushing her t-shirt up to the curve of her breasts as I continue my survey of her flesh.
Iâm discovering things. Things that no one else on earth besides me will know.
Her right calf appears just infinitesimally stronger than her left. Her left knee is the teeniest bit knobbier than her right. And when I kiss her behind either of her knees, she shudders through her stomach, causing her toes to crinkle.
As I pass the bend in her knee, I draw my nose along the inside of her thigh. She wriggles a teeny bit as my beard moves along her soft skin. And then my mouth is right at the brink of her entrance. I take my thumb and run it along the pink folds and she lets out a âmmmmm.â I tilt my head, studying my fingers as they massage her tender skin, and take note of what sound each gesture evokes from her.
Kissing tenderly on her opening causes her to growl from somewhere deep inside her throat. So I do. I kiss, and I let my warm breath signal my presence, but I donât want to penetrate her. Not this way. If she wants me to be inside her, I will happily oblige, but for now I just want to be here with her and hold her close.
And I will.
And I will hold her close in my thoughts every second that sheâs gone.
But more importantly...
I will hold her in my heart.
MADDIE
Some people search their whole life looking for that one place they belong. For that one person who gets them. Who brings them into their world, lets them fall easily into the pull of their gravity, and lets them just⦠be. Just exist. Quietly. Naturally. Freely. This is Tyler for me. The center of my universe. The man around whom I now orbit.
Not like a satellite, either. But like⦠like two things meant to be one. Like long ago something crashed into us, broke us into little pieces, and left us adrift. Floating in directionless space. Spinning wildly with no tether. And now weâve been pulled back together. And we circle each other, still spinning, but with the purpose of joining. Of becoming one thing again. Not because of tragedy, the way Iâd imagined when I sent that letter. Itâs not a lifeline of salvation connecting us now, but some force of nature we canât explain, or control, or bend to our will. Some law of the universe that dictates the fate of things.
We are connected by something more powerful than shared sorrow. And every moment weâve spent apart has been valuable. Necessary. Critical.
His mouth between my legs feels wonderful. I could close my eyes and enjoy it. Let myself reach the heights of pleasure.
But alone?
No. Iâm done doing things alone. Weâre connected now. And everything we do will be together.
So I whisper, âTyler,â as I caress his head. Run my fingers through his hair. Touch his shoulders. Slide my fingertips up and down the hills and valleys of his muscular arms.
He looks up at me, his eyes smiling even though theyâre half closed, even though his mouth is still working. His tongue still flicking against my pussy.
âCome up here,â I say. âAnd kiss my mouth.â
Now he smiles with his whole face. His hands plant on either side of my hips and he draws himself up to standing. He lifts his t-shirt over his head and undoes his jeans, letting them fall to the floor, and his nakedness reminds me that he has lived every single day of his time on this earth.
He leans onto the bed and eases forward. My legs open wider for him, welcome him between them as his cockâhard, and long, and readyârests against my clit, making me want him.
If we stopped right now, if he just rested his chest on top of my breasts, became nothing more than heavy weight as he closed his eyes, relaxed, and fell asleep⦠Iâd be content, happy, and satisfied.
And not because thereâd be more chances to do this later. But because itâs him I want. Not the sex.
He leans down, his hands on either side of my head now. Bending the mattress the way spacetime bends around a sun. And when his lips reach mine, my eyes are closed.
And I fall again.
I fall far, and long, and easily. The same way I drifted towards him. And as I drift, weightless, we kiss. But Iâm still connected to him. Always next to him. Because this is what it feels like to fall into someone, not away.
This is not me slipping down the mountain.
This is not me losing my footing.
This is me finding myself. In him. In us.
So when I reach my hand between my legs and place him right where he needs to be, he enters me. And all those broken, spinning pieces come together to once again create the thing we were always meant to become.
Our bodies move together. Perfectly synchronized. Like the dance of stars in space. His body is hot, and my body is hot, and the heat we create between us doesnât burn like fire but rearranges us. Like the molecules of two metals mixing to form the strongest sword made of the very best steel.
Our lovemaking is slow. And perfect.
We reach the heights of pleasure together. As one. And itâs the kind of climax that only happens once in a lifetime. The kind of release that means more than the way it makes you feel. It tells you who you are, and who youâre with, and exactly where you fit in the grand scheme of things.
He says, âI love you, Madison.â
And I say it back. âI love you, Tyler.â
We mold ourselves into each other as we relax and grow sleepy. Our bodies back together. His arms around me. My back pressed against his chest.
Our hearts beating. Keeping time.
Becoming what we were always meant to be.
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Two accomplished writers come together to create unforgettable sexy romance. JA Huss is the New York Times bestselling author of 321 and has been on the USA Today bestsellers list eighteen times. Johnathan McClain is a veteran actor and writer whose work, either performed or written, is probably airing on at least one of the channels on your television right now. You can contact them on their website www.hussmcclain.com or find them at their social links below.
Title: Sergio: A Dark Mafia Romance
Author: Natasha Knight
Genre: Dark Romance
Release Date: April 23, 2018
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Iâm the first-born son of the mafia king. The favorite. Destined to rule, Iâm a dangerous man, a ruthless one. But in my world, you have to be.
Then Natalie stumbles into my life. Wrong place. Wrong time.
Twice, fate put her in my path.
Twice, fate placed the innocent lamb at the mercy of the monster.
I gave her a chance to walk away. Told her it would be better for her if she did.
But she didnât listen.
And now itâs too late.
Because Iâm not good. I never wanted to be. And I wonât let her go anymore. See, Iâm not the hero. When I touch her, itâs with dirty hands.
I know my reckoning is coming though. I know Iâll burn for the things Iâve done, the sins Iâve committed. And I donât deny hell is where I belong, but I want my time first. I want my time with her.
Sheâs mine.
Forever.
No matter what.
Authorâs Note: Sergio: a Dark Mafia Romance is an intensely emotional, steamy and dark standalone romance set in the Benedetti Brothers Mafia world. Be prepared: this is not a traditional romance.
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USA Today bestselling author of contemporary romance, Natasha Knight specializes in dark, tortured heroes. Happily-Ever-Afters are almost always guaranteed, but she likes to put her characters through hell to get them there. Sheâs evil like that.
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Title: Anonymous
Standalone
Author: L.P. Dover
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: April 23, 2018
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Every person has a story to tell. Some may be sweet with a happily ever after, but there are others that end in tragedy. Mine has yet to be finished. My name is Elizabeth Kingston and this is where my story begins.
I never thought my life could be so perfect. I have an amazing job owning my own bakery, and a wonderful husband who I love and who loves me back. Never once did I have to worry about anything, at least, not until the texts started coming in. They always begin the same way ⦠numbers that spell my nickname when read upside down.
31773
Itâs someone from my past, only they wonât to tell me who they are, but that by talking to them, Iâll figure it out. Itâs a game I refuse to play. Unfortunately, Iâm left with no choice when things begin to take a dangerous turn. His name is Anonymous and thereâs only one thing he wants ⦠ME.
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Itâs closing time and Vikki and I are busy cleaning, so we can get home. My phone beeps with an incoming text and I look down at it and growl. âYou canât be serious.â Staring back at me isnât a text from Jake, but from Anonymous. Even though I deleted and blocked the number ninety days ago, I still recognize it.
Vikki moves closer, her eyes wide. âWhatâs going on?â
I show her the text.
Anonymous: 31773?
Brows furrowed, she sits back. âWhat does that mean?â I turn my phone upside down, so she can see that the number spells out my name. Her eyes widen. âWow, thatâs cool you can type your name with numbers.â
âBut not so cool when I donât know who the person is,â I counter. âAbout three months ago, I got texts from this exact same person. Whoever it is likes to play games. Iâm sick of it and I want them to leave me alone.â Taking a deep breath, I type out a reply.
Me: WHO IS THIS?
Anonymous: Why all the yelling?
I roll my eyes. This is just ridiculous.
Me: I like using all caps.
Anonymous: Donât stop on my account. So, what have you been up to? Been a while since we talked.
Me: Yeah, itâs because I blocked the number.
Anonymous: Why?
Me: BECAUSE I DONâT KNOW WHO YOU ARE!!!!!!!!
âWhat is he saying?â Vikki asks. I show her the texts and her eyes widen. âSo, you havenât talked to him since you blocked the number?â
I think back to when I blocked it and if my calculations are correct, the ninety days was up yesterday. âNo, but he has perfect timing. My ninety days ran up yesterday. I might need to run to the cell store and see if they can block it permanently.â
My phone beeps again and a sharp pain settles in my gut. I just want whoever it is to leave me alone.
Anonymous: That hurts. Youâve always been friendly toward me.
Me: Obviously not friendly enough, if you canât tell me who you are. Itâs weird and it makes me uncomfortable. You need to leave me the hell alone. Donât text, call, or try to contact me in any way. Iâm happily married, and I want it to stay that way. GOODBYE!
Heart racing, I log into my cell phone account and before I can block the number, another text comes through.
Anonymous: Sorry 31773 but thatâs not going to happen.
The blood in my veins runs cold. Hands shaking, I block his number and my phone drops onto the table. Vikki picks it up and reads the final text, her face growing pale.
âI donât think this personâs going away."
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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author L. P. Dover is a southern belle living in North Carolina with her husband and two beautiful girls. Before she began her literary journey she worked in periodontics, enjoying the wonderment of dental surgeries.
She loves to write, but she also loves to play golf, go on mountain hikes and white water rafting, and has a passion for singing. Her two youngest fans expect a concert each and every night before bedtime, usually Christmas carols.
Dover has written countless novels, including her Forever Fae series, the Second Chances series, the Gloves Off series, the Armed & Dangerous series, the Royal Shifters series, the Society X series, the Circle of Justice series, and her standalone novels It Mustâve Been the Mistletoe and Love, Lies, and Deception. Her favorite genre to read and write is romantic suspense, but if she got to choose a setting in which to live, it would be with her faeries in the Land of the Fae.
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Title: Sassy Little Thing
Series: Iron Fury MC #4
Author: Bella Jewel
Genre: Romance
Release Date: April 20, 2018
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People, in my opinion, donât take happiness seriously enough.
They go through life, constantly trying to please other people.
I do, however, take my happiness seriously.
Very seriously.
But, when things in my life, go suddenly south, I am left with more than one choice.
Do whatâs right, or do whatâs wrong?
That, on any normal day, would be an easy choice for me.
Iâll do whatever I need to keep my life flowing with happiness.
But when it comes to love, everything changes.
And him.
I love him.
Which means I have to correct my wrong doings.
I need him to forgive me.
I need money.
Itâs the only way.
When a job for a live-in maid comes up, with excellent pay, I jump at the chance.
When I realize itâs for the member of a Motorcycle Club, I still donât back down.
Even if it means I have to live with and work for, one of the hottest, broodiest and most difficult men Iâve ever met.
Iâll do whatever it takes.
Only, I donât expect to actually like him.
The mysterious biker.
The one who I seem drawn to.
And now I have a real problem.
Do whatâs right, or let my heart take me where it wishes?
Two men. Once choice.
Things are about to get very, very complicated.
Bella Jewel is a self published, USA Today bestselling author. Sheâs been publishing since 2013. Her first release was a contemporary romance, Hellâs Knights which topped the charts upon release. Since that time, she has published over five novels, gaining a bestseller status on numerous platforms. She lives in North Queensland and is currently studying editing and proofreading to further expand her career. Bella has been writing since she was just shy of fifteen years old. In Summer 2013 she was offered an ebook deal through Montlake Romance for her bestselling modern day pirate series, Enslaved By The Ocean. She plans to expand her writing career, planning many new releases for the future.
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Title: Hot Boy
Series: Blue Collar Bachelors #4
Author: Cassie-Ann L. Miller
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: April 17, 2018
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Save a fire truck, ride a firefighter. Isn't that what they say?
Ben Riggs says he loves me. He says he hasn't stopped thinking about me since he broke my heart and chased me out of town all those years ago...
I say liar, liar, pants on fire.
And boy, do those bright yellow, flame-resistant fireman pants look good on him. I'm aching to feel those big, rough hands clenching on my hips and to collect on the illicit promises burning in his dark blue eyes.
Self-control goes up in flames every time he flashes that arrogant smile. So I give inâbecause a woman has needs. (Am I right, ladies?) He can have my body but my heart is off-limits. I've worked hard over the past few years to prove to myself that I can be successful without him in my life.
But Ben says he won't stop until he wins me backâmind, body and heart. He says I'd better stop trying to resist him. He may be a fireman but I'm the one fighting like hell against the inferno of lust and nostalgia closing in on us.
And it's a fight I can't afford to lose...
Hot Boy is a steamy, laugh-out-loud second chance, firefighter romance set in small town Illinois. It is book 4 in the Blue Collar Bachelors series.
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His face disappears into the curve of my neck and he feathers kisses on my skin. This is crazy. I can't stay silent anymore.
"Ben?"
He tenderly pushes my bangs from my face and stares deeply into my eyes. "Yes, sweetheart?" His breath fans lightly over my face. I hear harps in the background and angel feathers float down from the sky...
Eye roll.
"This is the cheesiest moment of my life," I snort.
He falls back onto his haunches and glares down at me in the dim room. "Angie, I'm trying to make this romantic."
"I'm not your girlfriend. I don't need romantic. I need hard and deep."
He hisses and that simple sound tells me that my words have stung him. "Angela..."
"I wish you'd stop treating me like some fragile, delicate flower. Maybe I was once upon a time but now I'm not. Because you broke me...So fuck me like you mean it."
A tense moment passes between us as I struggle to read his expression.
Propped up on his powerful forearms, he hovers above me, pinning me to the mattress with his icy glare. "So, you want me to fuck you, huh?"
I lift a hand and trace the sinewy ridges of his forearm. "Yes--Fuck. Me." I grind out the words through a clenched jaw, shamelessly conveying my need.
After a long moment of hesitation, something inside of him seems to break. His eyes harden. All emotion slips away. The calloused palm of his left hand rides a path from the curve of my ass to the bend of my knee. His fingers tighten roughly and the light burn of it spreads deliciously across my skin. "You're sure that's what you want?" His voice is dangerously raspy and low.
I feel my reaction in the space between my thighs. "Yes."
With a hard yank, he locks my left leg around his hip. "Do you know what you're asking me to do?"
"Yes." I'm asking you to turn off everything that you think you feel and give me an orgasm that will make me forget that I still love you.
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Cassie-Ann L. Miller writes steamy contemporary romance with a dash of angst and a sprinkle of humor. And if her toddler weren't rebelling against his bedtime right now, she'd have a minute to write her author biography, too ;)
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Title: Hotel O
Author: Clarissa Wild
Release Date: May 1, 2018
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Pleasure is business.
Thatâs our motto here at Hotel O.
No strings attached gratification is what we provide. Nothing is off limits.
And all of it stays within these walls.
My job as the organizer of these events requires a personal sacrifice.
Girlfriends are a liability I canât afford.
So I get my own satisfaction somewhere else.
Online.
Anonymous.
Nothing beyond a one-night stand â¦
And Iâve found the perfect toy to play with.
A persistent, equally wicked girl that I canât say no to.
The girl whoâs going to make me risk it all.
Welcome to Hotel O ⦠Enjoy your stay.
Authorâs Note: Hotel O is complete and utter filthiness. Expect lots of debauchery ⦠with multiple people. Please do not read if youâre easily offended or do not enjoy romances that explore the boundaries of depravity ⦠Donât say I didnât warn you.
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Her hands move up along her back and clip off the bra.
When that too tumbles to the floor, my eyes focus on her nipples that tighten as I stare. Her face isnât red anymore like before. She looks confident, completely at ease. Like sheâs not at all afraid of what Iâm going to say ⦠as if she already knows I like what I see.
Not soon after her panties follow, and Iâm finding myself getting a hard-on just watching her stand still in the middle of my office, completely naked and ready to bend to my will.
But this girl isnât here for me, sheâs here for my clients.
At least ⦠thatâs what she wants me to think. But Iâm still not convinced.
âTurn,â I say, swirling my finger in the air.
Her hips sway as she spins on her heels, her thick ass pushing all the right buttons. Sheâd be a great performer. Definitely.
But there is something about her. Something that I canât let go.
Defiance. It seeps through everything she does. The way she walks, how she struts, the way she looks at me with that intent gaze, as if sheâs waiting for my reaction and it never comes.
Too tough to say no to ⦠but Iâm going to have to make the call based on what I know my clients need right now. And this isnât it.
âPass,â I say.
She stays put, the look on her face rapidly changing from confusion to annoyance. âWhat?â
âItâs a no from me,â I say. âPut your clothes back on.â
She parts her lips, but again no words flow. Then she slams it shut again and silently picks up her things. No matter how many times I try to divert my eyes back to my laptop so I can continue finishing work, I keep glancing at her as she puts her clothes back on. For some reason Iâm agitated, but I have no clue why. The whole room is oozing with an uncomfortable silence, and I donât like it one bit.
As she walks towards the door, I get up. Something compels me to say, âWait.â
What that something is eludes me, but I canât allow her to leave.
She stops in her tracks, still facing away from me, as if my voice was the only thing that made her stay.
I step away from my desk and approach her, narrowing my eyes to get a good look. Thereâs something about her ⦠about her body, her voice, her eyes ⦠and I need to know â¦
âPut your hair up,â I command.
Her hand wraps around her brown hair and tugs it up into a ponytail.
I donât even need to see her face to know â¦
Itâs her.
I place a hand on her shoulder and lean in. A grin spreads across my lips as a rumbling noise leaves my throat. âI know itâs you ⦠Kitten â¦â
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Clarissa Wild is a New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author of Dark Romance and Contemporary Romance novels. She is an avid reader and writer of swoony stories about dangerous men and feisty women. Her other loves include her hilarious husband, her two crazy but cute dogs, and her ninja cat that sometimes thinks he's a dog too. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, playing video games, reading tons of books, and cooking her favorite meals.
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