Title: Chase
A Savage Kings MC Novel
Authors: Lane Hart & D.B. West
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: June 26, 2018
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Chase Fury, the VP of the Savage Kings MC has dealt with his fair share of tragedy over the years. He never wanted the responsibility that comes with being at the head of the table, preferring to leave that to his brother, Torin. But after an unexpected attack on the Kings sends his brothers on a path of vengeance, Chase will have no choice but to take on the burden of being the man in charge.
Reporter Sasha Sheridan has steered clear of any and all bad boy bikers wearing the bearded skull for the last ten years. While investigating a story, she suddenly finds herself back in the crosshairs of the Savage Kings. Uncovering the secrets that the club’s president is trying to keep hidden may very well put her life in danger. She may be able to handle the threat, but she can’t escape the man who broke her heart.
Chase hasn’t forgiven himself for hurting Sasha and causing her an unbelievable amount of pain. He still wears her name on his chest, a reminder of the night that he wrecked his bike and everything the two of them had together. Now, with secrets, lies, bloodshed, and violence causing chaos in the club, Chase is determined to use his second chance with Sasha to keep her safe. He never imagined that the best way to do that would be to get her as far away from him and the MC as possible.
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New York Times bestselling author Lane Hart and husband D.B. West were both born and raised in North Carolina. They still live in the south with their two daughters and enjoy spending the summers on the beach and watching football in the fall.
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Title: Rockaway Bride
Author: Pippa Grant
Genre: Sexy Romantic Comedy
Release Date: June 29, 2018
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A Rockstar Bridenaps a Preschool Teacher...
Kidnapping the bride seemed like a good idea at the time.
Her fiancé stole my fortune, so I stole his woman.
Tit for tat. Or tat for tit. However you want to look at it.
The one thing I didn’t expect?
Willow Honeycutt, preschool teacher, boy band super fan, is completely crazy.
And somehow she’s turned the tables on me.
Now, she’s holding me hostage, and she won’t let me go until we hit every item on her sparkly new, completely insane bucket list.
And that last item?
That last item might cost me more than any fortune.
It very well might cost me my heart.
Rockaway Bride is a romping fun romance between a down-on-his-luck rock star and a boy band-loving preschool teacher, complete with a road trip, handcuffs, and fun with nuns. This romantic comedy stands alone with no cheating or cliffhangers and ends with a rockin' awesome happily ever after.
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Pippa Grant is a stay-at-home mom and housewife who loves to escape into sexy, funny stories way more than she likes perpetually cleaning toothpaste out of sinks and off toilet handles. When she’s not reading, writing, sleeping, or trying to prepare her adorable demon spawn to be productive members of society, she’s fantasizing about chocolate chip cookies.
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Title: Angel's Halo: Avenged
Series: Angel's Halo MC #7
Author: Terri Anne Browning
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Cover Design: Sara Eirew Photo: Reggie Deanching, R+M Photography Model: Alex Turner
Release Date: September 25, 2018
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Backing the Angel’s Halo MC into a corner will only cause an explosion.
Surrounded by their enemies, with danger lurking right outside their door, the MC is on total lock down.
Between the Italians and the senator, they are looking over their shoulders every minute of the day.
But was there an enemy sleeping right under their roof?
Kelli
I’ve always done what I had to survive, but it wasn’t just me I had to fend for. With my mother’s illness taking over her mind and making me a stranger to her, I would do anything to make sure she gets the care she needs.
But when it came down to it, I couldn’t betray Colt.
I sold out my bastard of a father—trading his secrets for enough money that would ensure my mother would always have what she needs—to protect the man I swore to myself I wouldn’t fall for. But too late, I realized he was everything I really needed.
Now, his trust in me is broken, and I will do anything to win it back
Colt
With her fierce passion, I fell for Kelli long before I was ready to admit it to myself.
Now that love was blurred by the betrayal that had blindsided me.
At least with the USB drive of all the secrets she spilled on her father, we now had the upper hand on at least one of our enemies.
But will it be enough to repair what Kelli broke between us?
Or will she become another casualty of this war who would have to be avenged?
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Terri Anne Browning is multiple USA TODAY bestselling author. Being dyslexic, she never thought a career in writing would be possible, yet she has been on best selling lists multiple times since 2013. Reese: A Safe Haven Novella was her first Indie published book. The Rocker Who Holds Me changed the tables and kicked off The Rocker... series featuring the sinfully delicious members of Demon's Wings. The Rocker... Series is now complete with 12 books and the occasional novella. Other books by Terri Anne include the Angel's Halo MC Series, as well as The Lucy & Harris Novella Series, The Vitucci Mafiosos Series, and The Tainted Knights Rocker Series.
Terri Anne lives in Virginia with her husband, their three demons---err, children--and a hyper Frenchie named Grunt.
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Angel's Halo MC Series:
Angel's Halo
Angel's Halo: Entangled
Angel's Halo: Guardian Angel
Angel's Halo: Reclaimed
Angel's Halo: Atonement
Angel's Halo: Fallen Angel Angel's Halo: Avenged
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Title: Do Not Respond
Author: M.R. Field
Genre: Romantic Comedy/Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 29, 2018
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“Stick to the rules and you won’t have a problem working for this arrogant, sanctimonious cad.â€
The Rules of DNR: How to Survive Working for Cole Lawson
Do Not Emails are meant to be sent to yourself only—never to be re-read or responded to.
Vent about your mean boss and don’t focus on the scruff on his chin. Ignore the butterflies that flutter as he stares back at you and concentrate on his condescending tone.
I wish I’d listened.
I wish I’d never drank my body weight in vodka and sent him a venting email, telling him exactly what I really thought about his Lycra-wrapped package and the way he makes my body hum.
The last thing I needed was to break those DNR rules and send an email to my boss.
Work is about to get a lot more interesting. What have I got myself into?
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I stand and move my laptop to the other side of the desk and shuffle in my chair, tidying around it before watering my bamboo plant. My water bottle is empty, so I walk to the bathroom to refill it; I open the door and freeze.
Oh, my God.
Standing in the opened shower door is a very naked, wet, lean, and did I mention naked, Cole. The water continues to fall across his body and I’m trapped looking at him. How is water not going everywhere? His left arm is up against the wall as his other hand is moving up and down his cock. My pulse quickens and my grip tightens on the doorknob. I stand mesmerised, watching his shoulder muscles move with every stroke.
Holy shit he’s filled out since I saw him shirtless at the beach last. I can’t get over what my fingers ran over last night. He groans and I bite my lip, taking one more peek at his hand and then bum. Yes, it looks even better out of suit pants.
I remember squeezing that.
Okay. Not helping my libido. Time to do something about it.
I step in and close the door, flicking the lock behind me. Cole’s head turns to me, his hand halting, still grasping his hard cock. I run my eyes down his body and lick my bottom lip. I watch his taut muscles as I rest my eyes on his hand. His thumb brushes over the head of his cock and warmth gathers between my thighs.
I want him inside me so badly but his hand enthrals me. I walk towards him and join him in the shower room, closing that door behind me as well. My gaze flicks up to his. Water runs down the back of his head, covering his hot body.
The open doorway makes it almost impossible for me to not join him. But I want to watch him.
“I dare you,†I beg.
“To do what, Letty?†He asks seductively. Luring me in, making me move closer.
“Show me.†I move my hand towards my chest. “I want you to finish.â€
“I’ll show you what you do to me.†His voice deepens, his eyes darkening. His elbow tenses. His hand tightens. The head of his cock throbs. He shifts his hand up along his shaft, and my eyes couldn’t leave him if I tried.
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M R Field is an author from Rural Victoria and has completed a Bachelor's degree with Honours from Latrobe University, Melbourne. After growing up with the river at her front door, she returned back to her hometown after many years of living in the city. She now lives a tranquil lifestyle with her husband, two young children and effervescent dog, Zephyr .
M R Field has always held a love for writing, filling journals as a child which progressed to more eloquent pieces as an adult. After ten years of creative instruction, she decided to turn these ideas into manuscripts. She adores creating new story lines and is a big fan of a happily ever after, but believes strongly in making her characters work for it.
She has recently decided to join the independent publishing world with her debut novel, Fragments, which released late 2014, alongside its subsequent novel, Splinters that released in 2015. Fractures, her latest novel released on October, 25th 2016. Do Not Respond, a standalone comedy, is releasing June 2018.
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Title: Enlightened End
Series: Lotus House #7
Author: Audrey Carlan
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 26, 2018
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My world ended the day I received an eviction notice for Lotus House Yoga. Teaching yoga is all I’ve ever known. I’ve been doing tree pose since the age of two. The studio is my home, my legacy. My mother and her best friend left Lotus House to me so that I could carry on spreading goodness and light to everyone who enters our door. Now I’m faced with the very real possibility that it will all go up in smoke…unless I can convince Grant Winters—the most ridiculously handsome and arrogant businessman I’ve ever met—to save not only my business but all those around it. When I stormed into Grant’s office to beg and plead for a second chance at preserving what my family spent decades building, I had no idea how it would change my life. A deal was made. He’d visit the businesses he was planning to destroy and attend classes at Lotus House while I worked to change his mind. In exchange, I had to enter his business-first world of luxury, fast-talking men, and surgically enhanced women. Turns out, I didn’t fit in... Then again, neither did he. In the end, we were both enlightened. 
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Audrey Carlan is a #1 New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author. She writes wicked hot love stories that are designed to give the reader a romantic experience that's sexy, sweet, and so hot your e-reader might melt. Some of her works include the wildly successful Calendar Girl Serial, the Trinity Trilogy and the highly anticipated International Guy Serial.
She lives in the California Valley where she enjoys her two children and the love of her life. When she's not writing, you can find her teaching yoga, sipping wine with her "soul sisters" or with her nose stuck in a wicked hot romance novel.
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Title: Anywhere With You
Author: Christina Elle
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 27, 2018
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You are cordially invited to... tick off the bride.
Teegan Michaels has attended six weddings for her sorority sisters dateless and she refuses to go to the last one alone. Not when she has a perfectly respectable—not to mention hot—NFL player ready to save her from humiliation. Who cares that he’s the bride’s ex-fiancé and only wants to go for revenge?
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She peeked a glance up at him, catching mostly only a broad shoulder because of his height. His long arms swung at his sides and his posture stern as he stared at the romantic beach scene in front of them.
They were about thirty feet from the other guests when Wes slipped his hand into hers.
She stiffened on contact and her brain shut down.
Low, so only she could hear, he said, "We have to sell it, remember?"
She nodded, not trusting herself to say anything while her heart did backhand springs in her rib cage. Holy crap. She was totally holding Wes Stevenson’s hand.
And she totally sounded like a teenybopper thinking that.
Be cool, Tee. Be cool.
It was going to be tough though since her version of cool had never been anything close to his. Or anyone else's for that matter.
Standing up straighter, she closed her hand around his, taking in the feel of skin against skin. The closer they got to the already filled area, the more erratic her heartbeat became. She was going to face Juliet, her family, and friends. And they were all going to chastise Teegan for bringing Wes.
Damn. She wished she'd thought about that before this moment. She could've feigned sickness for the entire weekend. What was going around right now? Yellow fever? Malaria? She'd even take a good case of salmonella. Anything to get her out of seeing the judgment in everyone's eyes. The same judgment she saw at every other Delta Gam wedding she'd attended.
With a date, without a date...it didn't matter. It followed Teegan anyway.
The man in question didn't seem bothered by their impending fate. He stood tall and wore a confident smile. Zero nerves radiated off him.
The Ice Box, they'd called him on the football field. Because he was always cool under pressure. Man, what she wouldn't give to have some of that superpower right now.
He squeezed her hand, which made her look up at him. He lifted his chin, gesturing in front of them. She looked toward a receiving line that included the bride and groom.
Juliet and the man she'd left Wes for.
Excellent. Teegan couldn't wait to greet them both on this glorious, fantastic evening.
Why, oh why, had she agreed to this? It would’ve been better not to attend at all, rather than bring Juliet’s ex to Juliet’s wedding.
Oh, God. Her heart was beating at an unhealthy rate. She might faint.
Hey, that wasn’t a bad idea. If she fainted—
The hand attached to hers tightened.
Wes. She was doing this for Wes. Just think about that. This had to be a million times worse for him.
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Christina believes that laughter really is the best medicine, which is why in her stories she blends a healthy dose of hilarious hijinks with gritty suspense.
When she’s not writing fun contemporary romance or quirky romantic suspense, Christina can be found devouring books in every genre, watching Chris Hemsworth on TV, playing board games with her family, working out, checking out Chris Hemsworth on Facebook, napping, stalking Chris Hemsworth on Instagram, and shopping…for Chris Hemsworth’s latest DVD.
Christina lives near Baltimore with her husband and two sons, who give her an endless supply of humorous material to write about.
She is a member of Romance Writers of America and Maryland Romance Writers.
Title: In Like Flynn
Author: Donna Alam
Genre: Steamy Romantic Comedy
Release Date: June 27, 2018
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Flynn Phillips stole my orgasm,
And I need a plan to take it back.
Since our hook-up months ago,
Even my BoB isn’t doing it for me.
I think I need a do-over,
A chance to prove the problem is all in my head.
That he didn’t rock my world.
That he isn’t the star of my R-rated fantasies.
Because the man is cocky and annoying and I can’t stand his Australian ass!
I can’t stop thinking about it, either.
But as pretty as Flynn Phillips is,
He doesn’t feature in my long-term plans.
Even if I wanted him to.
Or would he?
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Donna writes dirty stories, according to her family. She hopes you find them funny, too.
When not bashing away at a keyboard, she can usually be found hiding from her family and responsibilities with a good book in her hand and a dog that looks like a mop by her feet. She likes her humor and wine dry, her mojitos sweet, and her language salty.
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Title: Ripped - The Price of Loyalty
Series: Everhide Rockstar Romance Series #1
Author: Tania Joyce
Genre: New Adult
Release Date: August 2, 2018
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From an Amazon bestselling author comes a story of friendship, music, and undying loyalty … and how hiding the truth can break more than hearts apart.
Gemma loves Hunter. Kyle loves Gemma. Hunter loves himself.
Gemma Lonsdale sings lead alongside her two best friends, Kyle McIntyre and Hunter Collins, in world-famous rock band, Everhide. Life in the public eye can be humiliating with the paparazzi tracking their every move. Having a boyfriend is not an option. But everything changes when Gemma develops feelings for one of her fellow band members.
One impetuous decision alters their lives forever. True love is hidden behind lies. Friendships are tested. Careers are at risk. What lengths will Gemma go to, to protect the band? Will more than music, loyalty and hearts be ripped apart?
Gemma.
Hunter and Kyle are my best friends. We are Everhide, a world-famous rock band.
Music is our life. Our friendship is unbreakable. Kyle is my rock. My four-four common time. The one I can always rely on. But Hunter? Hunter is something else. He’s a playboy. Hot as hell. The one who makes me laugh. During our last world tour, something changed. He entered my dreams—my hot dreams. They wouldn’t stop. Now, I want him to be more than just my friend. But I’m scared. Scared that being with him will destroy our band. Our careers. Our friendship. And if I hurt Kyle, I’d never be able to live with myself.
Kyle
There is only one thing I love more than music, and that’s Gemma.
I never saw it coming. Gemma and Hunter? It ripped my heart in two. But I won’t ever stand in the way of their happiness. I’d do anything for her. For Hunter. My loyalty will never falter. Even if it means hiding my true feelings. I can do this. I can keep my love for Gemma a secret. I’ll never miss a beat. Right?
One band. Three friends. Their passion for music binds them together but may also rip them apart. The angst and slow-burn love in RIPPED - The Price of Loyalty will make your pulse race and your heart ache. If you like bad girl/bad boy rock stars, sexy seduction, and heart-wrenching love stories, download RIPPED - The Price of Loyalty now.
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“Gemm-maaa.†Hunter teased. “You were moaning and muttering our names in your slee-eeep. Sounded hot. Want to tell us what you were dreaming about?â€
Gemma’s breath hitched, and her eyes shot open. Two pairs of eyes beamed down at her—Hunter’s azure and Kyle’s espresso. Both guys had smiles as wide as the Brooklyn Bridge. They exchanged a quick glance, then burst out laughing.
Shit.
“Did you have a wet dream, Gem? About us?†Hunter bobbed his head in a slow, rhythmic motion and gave her a you’ve-been-so-busted kind of grin.
Heat rushed up Gemma’s neck. Knots clenched in her stomach.
They’d heard.
They’d seen.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
She sat up, tugging her bra back into place. Damn thing never stayed put. Not when she barely filled an A-cup. “You wish,†she snapped, unable to look either of them in the eye. “As if I’d ever have a dream, wet or otherwise, about you two idiots. That would be more like a nightmare.â€
But she was lying. To herself. To Kyle and Hunter. Her two best friends in the world.
“Here. This will help you wake up, if nothing else.†Kyle handed her a takeaway coffee. “Latte, just the way you like it.â€
Gemma took a sip, savoring the dash of cinnamon topping. “Thanks.†But she was in more need of a bucket of ice thrown over her right now than a hot, delicious, belly-warming latte.
“Do you need to go change your panties?†The glint in Hunter’s eyes sparkled.
“What?†She threw him her most evil stare. “Don’t be ridiculous.†The guys could tease her all they wanted. She wouldn’t let them get to her. It was just another stupid dream.
“I could help you if you want?†Hunter held out his hand, but she slapped it away.
Kyle elbowed Hunter in the arm. “Okay, dude. Enough.â€
Shaking her head, she jumped to her feet. On her way past Hunter, she rammed her shoulder into his arm and stormed out of the dressing room.
Chin up, she strode along the concrete corridor and owned it like she was live on center stage. There was no way she’d let the guys know her whole body was on fire. Sipping on her latte, she attempted to wash away the images that flickered through her mind. But it was impossible. With each step, her heart thudded, causing the ache that resided there to flare. Each breath sent a shudder through her entire system.
She had a problem.
A huge problem.
She’d tried to suppress it, hide it, deny it for months, but it grew stronger and stronger every day.
She was, without a doubt, in love with Hunter.
But he was a playboy. He’d never commit. She didn’t want to clock up another failed relationship to rival her mother’s long list.
She straightened her shoulders and kept putting one foot in front of the other. She had one more show to get through, then she had two weeks’ vacation away from the guys. Surely, time apart would put an end to her wild dreams.
The first dream she’d had about Hunter had been funny, the next few rattling, but after four months of them occurring every few days, enough was enough.
There would be no more fantasies involving him. No more ogling. No more dreaming about his hot body, kisses, and oh, the sex. No more concocting what-if scenarios. Because music was all that mattered. With a new record to work on and a fully booked schedule, she wouldn’t gamble with the dynamic bond she shared with the guys. Their journey to fame had bound them together. She wasn’t going to fuck that up for anyone or anything. Not even her heart.
She had to fix this.
It was driving her crazy.
Hiding her feelings for Hunter had become an exhausting obsession. She had to find a way to stamp them out. Because she remembered all too well what it was like to be hurt, betrayed, and let down. First, by her father, then her ex-boyfriend, and always, always, always, her mother.
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Published in 2015 with Momentum Books (Pan MacMillan), Tania Joyce is an author of contemporary and new adult romance novels. Her stories thread romance, drama and passion into beautiful locations ranging from the dazzling lights and the glitter of New York, to the rural countryside of the Hunter Valley..
She’s widely traveled, has a diverse background in the corporate world and has a love for shopping, shoes and shiraz.
Tania draws on her real-life experiences and combines them with her very vivid imagination to form the foundation of her novels. She likes to write about strong-minded, career-oriented heroes and heroines that go through drama-filled hell, have steamy encounters and risk everything as they endeavor to find their happy-ever-after.
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Title: Me, Please
Series: Iron Fury MC #5
Author: Bella Jewel
Genre: Romance
Release Date: June 26, 2018
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I don’t do love triangles.
Hell, I don’t do women.
I get in. I get out. I do what I have to do.
Until I meet them. Two of them. Completely different. Both perfect.
One, soft and sweet. Beautiful in a way that takes your breath away.
The other, wild and crazy. The kind that makes your soul spark back to life.
Both of them speak to me.
Both of them want me.
I’m in the middle of a mess, and with my own demons, I don’t know how to fight my way out of it.
When the situation becomes dangerous, I have no choice but to protect them both.
And in doing that, exposing myself and them, to very real pain.
Pain I’ve fought so long to avoid.
And there they are, looking at me with those incredible eyes, both saying…
Me, please?
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Bella Jewel is a self published, USA Today bestselling author. She’s been publishing since 2013. Her first release was a contemporary romance, Hell’s 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: Whiskey Girl
Author: Adriane Leigh
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 26, 2018
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She was the one thing holding him together. Until she was gone.
And then there was whiskey.
Fallon Gentry has spent the last decade reliving one dark night in his head. The moment he lost the woman he loved when a single blink cascaded into a series of events that stole both of their lives. Now his nights are spent playing music in southern honky-tonks and nursing the memory of her the only way he knows how–at the bottom of a whiskey bottle.
A brief stint in Nashville, a hit song, and a brush with Hollywood couldn't bring him closer to God, but when the ghost of Augusta Belle Branson appears in his corner of another lonely dive bar late after dark, he's forced to confront everything he thought he knew about that fateful night, and a few things he didn't.
He’s her contradiction, she’s his salvation.
A firestorm of emotion consumes them when they come together after ten lost years, every moment more revealing, more unpredictable, more intoxicating than the next until the only reckoning left for Fallon is the one he must make with himself. But this time, fate may have left an after-burn too bitter to swallow. This time, he may lose his whiskey girl for good.
An unforgettable, epic love story about two lost souls who, against all odds, find themselves through their passion and music. Filled with raw emotion, this lyrical, all-the-feels masterpiece may catapult Adriane Leigh into the league of Colleen Hoover, Brittainy Cherry, and L.J. Shen. — Nelle L'Amour, New York Times Bestselling author of THAT MAN
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Fallon
The first time I met Augusta Belle Branson, she was fixin’ on killin’ herself.
Said the minute I’d walked up, she was tryin’ to decide if jumpin’ off the bridge in the center—where the water was deep and the current stronger—would be a swifter end, or if she should jump near the edge, where jagged limestone slabs anchored the slow-moving current.
Certain death for sure.
I replayed the split second when the Indian summer sun burst through the orange oak leaves, a halo of warmth enveloping her.
Like an angel. Stardust sparkling straight from heaven, ploppin’ her in my path.
And then she turned, the most startling shade of liquid amber eyes breathing something real and alive, like fire, into my soul.
That same something I’d been runnin’ from—or chasin’, dependin’ on how you looked at it—just about every day since.
I settled myself on the lone wooden stool that awaited at center stage, my thoughts drawing back to the present. My head swam, but the old familiar chords floated on through the current of whiskey in my blood, and I strummed the first few notes of a song I wrote a lot of nights ago by an act of sheer muscle memory.
Old acoustic guitar resting on my knee, my first and third fingers in position on the strings, the opening chords of “Whiskey Girl†bled from my fingers.
Every chord, another dagger.
Every whispered lyric, my undoing.
I still didn’t know what the fuck had overtaken me the night I’d written this song in a fevered rush.
Well, the booze might have played a part, but I happened to think my best shit came out of uninhibited states.
I’d just had a fuckton of uninhibited states recently.
And the harder the liquor, the more she haunted me.
Whiskey Girl.
My poisoned lullaby.
The crowd of a few hundred erupted into a standing ovation when I ended with the final, emotion-charged words.
The irony of this song was it was the one that’d launched my career. The first single to hit radio waves and then the top spot on the Billboard charts, and brought reporters, music executives, long-lost family members I wasn’t even really sure I was related to, and too much other scum with an end game that carried dollar signs to my front doorstep.
I’d moved to Nashville a rising star and left two years later, middle finger in the air as I tossed my once-promising music career out with last night’s liquor bottles in favor of the open road.
Chasing something.
Not finding the one thing I needed.
Playing local honky-tonks for a fraction of the money I could have made.
But the truth was, the road was the only place I could find my happy.
A familiar ball of pain formed in my throat as I stood, pushing my guitar over one shoulder and bowing deeply. I couldn’t see a single face behind the glaring stage lights, but still, some part of me pretended she could be out there, that I was singing to her.
That she would hear her song and find her way back to me.
After hundreds of faceless crowds and too many bottles of Tennessee whiskey to bother counting, I still felt the pull inside me to travel to every town in America if that’s what it took to find her.
Hell, maybe she was happily married with a few kids, a dog, and a fucking minivan by now.
I nodded my head, giving one last wave to the crowd in the dark beyond, then left the stage, taking the steps two at a time and angling past the curtains to head for the tiny-ass dressing room this dive bar provided. Heading for another chug of amber gold before packing my shit into my truck and hitting the road.
I pushed a hand through my hair, thinking maybe a shower would be in order before I bailed, when a curvy little thing backed right up into me.
My palms landed on her shoulders, warm blond waves falling in a cascade over one side. The heady scent of peaches and honey filled my nostrils. My eyes slammed closed and brought me back to summer nights under a giant oak, fireflies melding together with the stars above like a painting.
“Sorry, I just dropped my phone.†The sweet-scented creature spun, brilliant smile falling from her face when our eyes made contact for the first time.
Every coldhearted memory slammed into my chest like a pallet of bricks.
I narrowed my eyes, gaze tracing the familiar yet unfamiliar angles of her porcelain face.
She was thinner now, cheeks sharp slashes of bone that highlighted her always-devastating round eyes and full lips. It was her, all right. I’d know this woman anywhere.
“Hi, Fallon.†I’d been dreamin’ of this moment for the better part of a decade, and still, my heart wasn’t prepared for those two words. My name on her lips left me with a toxic reaction.
My whiskey girl.
My damnation and my salvation.
“I need a fucking minute.†I dropped my hands from her shoulders, her skin still haunting my fingertips, and walked straight down the narrow hallway, pushing the rusted back door open so hard the hinges protested.
Warm night air filled my lungs, replacing the empty feeling seeing her again had left.
“Fallon…†Hell, she’d followed me out.
And hell if wanted her to, but I didn’t not want her to either.
The emotions bombarding my mind were just a-fucking-bout unbearable.
“I said I need a fucking minute.†The sentence came out as more of a growl than I intended. Before she could reply, I stomped across the potholed parking lot, aiming for my heavy-duty Ford.
I yanked the door open, digging behind the driver’s seat for a fresh bottle of my favorite recipe.
I couldn’t be bothered to retrieve the half-full bottle I’d left in my dressing room. I had to get as far the fuck away from her just to clear my head and process what her being here even meant.
My hands circled the neck of the bottle, and I opened it in a flash, chugging back the first warm bite of pleasure I’d been craving.
I tossed the cap on my dash and fished the keys out of my pocket, about to climb into the cab and make hay, when fingertips painted a dark navy filtered into my vision and back out again, my goddamn truck keys hanging from one finger.
“Fuck,†I bit out, crawling out of the cab and swiping for the keys.
My reactions were a helluva lot slower than I thought they were. How much of that bottle had I drunk before the show? I shook the thought from my head, realizing this was probably about close to my average state of play on any given day. Runnin’ away from the life Augusta Belle and I’d had took something out of me. Something only whiskey could fill.
“I don’t care what your stupid ass does on your own time, but you’re not dying on mine, Fallon Gentry.â€
My head pounded then. A whole fucking sentence out of her pretty pink lips, and my body’s old dependable reaction to her infuriating every cell of me.
I’d never been in control when it came to Augusta. Shouldn’t have been surprised it was no different now.
“As irritating as ever, I see,†I said, swiping for my keys one more time and missing before I stumbled off around her, whiskey bottle clutched in my hand and hell on my mind.
Augusta was back, and there wasn’t enough whiskey in the state of Tennessee to help me deal.
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Adriane Leigh is an Amazon Top 25 and USA Today bestselling author of contemporary and erotic romance. Raised in a snowbank in Michigan's Upper Peninsula, she was born with a book in her hand and won her first Young Authors award before the age of ten. She finished her first romance novel at 14, and hasn't stopped playing with words since. She earned a literature degree, co-founded and organized international book conventions with RARE: Romance Author & Reader Events, and has written more than 45 independent titles under various pen names.
Married to her own Prince Charming, she now lives among the sand dunes of Lake Michigan, and plays mama to two sweet baby girls. She's a romantic rebel and word junkie that believes wanderlust is life, is part of the #goodvibetribe, and wishes she had more time to read and knit scarves to keep her cozy during the arctic Michigan winters. Yoga pants, puppies, and mac and cheese also help. Never miss a release! Get an alert at: http://www.adrianeleigh.com
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Title: Monday Night Guy
Series: My Guy Series #1
Author: Liz Lovelock
Genre: College Romance
Release Date: June 21, 2018
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Parker Kent . . .
Deliciously good-looking
Basketball captain
Complete and utter jerk
I made a vow—a vow to steer clear of guys like Parker. But when he shows up every Monday night at my workplace, that vow is torn to shreds. As much as I’d like, to I can’t ignore a customer.
At some point, a friendship forms. It’s not what I expected; he’s not what I expected. Those walls I put up are being torn down piece by piece, allowing Parker into my heart. Am I setting myself up for disaster, or is my Monday-night guy just the antidote my wounded heart needs?
Liz Lovelock is from bright sunny Queensland in Australia. She is the mother of three little monsters, a wife to an amazing husband and very much a lover of everything books and reading. Liz has always loved books and, from a very young age she began reading comic books and then in high school her passion grew. She was given Tomorrow When The War Began by John Marsden for an assignment but, when that was done she continued to discover new books to fall in love with.
Liz always has a book she is currently enjoying and, a notebook beside her bed for in her hand bag for when inspiration hits at those crazy times. She is a stationary addict and will buy more notebooks and pens then what she needs. Her one click finger likes to go crazy as well.
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Title: Kandiland
Author: T.L. Smith
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 19, 2018 Cover Designer: RBA Designs Cover Photographer: Perrywinkle Photography
He was forbidden, my boss and incapable of loving me.
People talked about him, whispered about him in passing.
He was the king of his town.
And I was a visitor.
I was by no means a smart girl. Never loved with my head, always with my heart.
That fact alone almost killed me once.
I should have listened the second time around.
But the king of this small town, had me starving. Had me craving his taste.
My name is Kandi, and he called me his Kandiland.
The king declared I was his medicine, and with each dose, he became better and better.
He was the perfect liar.
And I was his perfect Kandi.
Together, we were explosive, and toxic in every way.
 
   
 
       
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Title: Bad Behavior
Series: Redemption Beach #1
Author: Vivian Wood
Genre: New Adult
Cover Design: Pink Ink Design
Release Date: July 10, 2018
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From Wall Street Journal and USA Today Bestseller Vivian Wood
Cynic. F*ck up. Outsider.
That’s Jameson in a nutshell - not to mention drool-worthy, dreamy, and perfect fantasy object.
He’s also my older brother’s best friend and business partner.
I’ve had a thing for Jameson ever since I was old enough to have dirty dreams. My brother has made it crystal clear that if he catches rough, wrong-side-of-the-tracks Jameson even looking at me, someone will get hurt.
That doesn’t deter me, though. I want Jameson to be my first.
And that’s why my brother can never find out what happened.
Because Jameson kissed me.
No -- not kissed -- he shoved me up against a wall, possessed me, and took my breath away. Then he promptly passed out in my bed, wasted.
Now I know that Jameson wants me. I may be off limits because of my brother, but that kiss is branded in my mind.
I need another taste of Jameson.
I crave his brutal touch. Pinned against the wall, gasping at the feel of his body pressed against mine, crying out in pleasure and pain while he gives me everything I’ve dreamed about.
As long as my brother doesn’t catch on, Jameson might just give me exactly what I want… and a whole hell of a lot more.
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Vivian likes to write about troubled, deeply flawed alpha males and the fiery, kick-ass women who bring them to their knees.
Vivian's lasting motto in romance is a quote from a favorite song: "Soulmates never die." Be sure to follow Vivian through her Vivian's Vixens mailing list or Facebook group to keep up with all the awesome giveaways, author videos, ARC opportunities, and more! 
Title: Digging A Hole
Series: OHellNO #3
Author: Mimi Jean Pamfiloff
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: June 19, 2018
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From New York Times Bestseller, Mimi Jean Pamfiloff, comes a new Romantic Comedy.
He’s the meanest boss ever.
She’s the sweet shy intern.
They’re about to wreck each other crazy.
My name is Sydney Lucas. I am smart, deathly shy, and one hundred percent determined to make my own way in the world. Which is why I jumped at the chance to intern for Mr. Nick Brooks despite his reputation. After ten failed interviews at other companies, he was the only one offering. Plus, everyone says he knows his stuff, and surely a man as stunningly handsome as him can’t be “the devil incarnate,†right? Wrong.
Oh…that man. That freakin’ man has got to go! I’ve been on the job one week, and he’s insulted my mother, wardrobe shamed me, and managed to make me cry. Twice. Underneath that stone-cold, beautiful face is the evilest human being ever.
But I’m not going to quit. Oh no. For once in my life, I’ve got to make a stand. Only, every time I open my mouth, I can’t quite seem to muster the courage. Perhaps my revenge needs to come in another form: destroying him quietly.
Because I’ve got a secret. I’m not really just an intern, and Sydney Lucas isn’t my real name.
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Title: Fighting My Affections
Series: The Affections Series #3
Author: Elizabeth Wills
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 12, 2018
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All he wants is to forget. All she wants is his forgiveness.
Riley finally seems to have her life together, after years of uncertainty. Her boyfriend, Nate, came into her life when she needed him most, helping guide her into the type of woman she always aspired to be.
Strong. Confident. Unconditionally Loved.
Her past life almost forgotten; she catches a glimpse of the one person who could upset everything. All of the guilt she buried returns, threatening all she has worked toward.
Jon is still piecing things together after hitting the lowest point of his life. He's had years to feel whole again. Except he's missing one thing: his career in MMA. His love for fighting forces him to return to his hometown, where his best friend, Mase, runs a gym. The gym they always dreamed of starting together. Only she ruined that for him, shattering all of his dreams. Jon returns with the hope of keeping his distance from the one person he never wants to see again, Riley.
Can they live in the same town and have their past stay just that? Or will Riley's guilt fester, tilting their world off of its already unsteady axis?
Fighting My Affections can be read as a standalone.
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I take in the dimmed lighting and romantic atmosphere as I approach the hostess desk.
“I’m here to meet my boyfriend, Na…â€
“Ah yes, ma’am. I’ve been expecting you, Ms. Riley. Please follow me,†the young girl says, as she walks from behind her booth to lead the way.
Soft instrumental music plays in the background and I can’t help but feel a touch out of place. This is the fanciest place I’ll have ever eaten at and couples with expensive clothing and snooty expressions litter this room. Men’s eyes follow me as their wives’ sneer at them.
I feel like a display. The cheap woman dressed in fancy clothes to meet a man who pays for the nice things she wears. He picked my dress. He picked my shoes. Hell, he even placed a beautiful set of earrings alongside side this dress on my bed.
I felt beautiful leaving the house, but these women are dressed in a more modest fashion. This dress Nate laid out for me, scoops low in the back and its fine fabric left me with no choice but to go sans undergarments. The peak of my nipples shows through for all to see, and I can either accept their stares and show confidence, or I can turn and leave this place, allowing these snobs to make me feel bad with their mean judgments of me.
Do I care if all of their husbands want to fuck me? No. In the past, I’d be more than happy to oblige, but tonight I’m only here for the man who draped me in these expensive garments.
During my massage today, I made a realization. The Riley I was when I started seeking help for my inability to choose my sexual partners wisely is weak. Things also took a turn for me when Jon came back to town. I became vulnerable. I need to find a good balance between the woman who showed confidence at every corner and took what she wanted, and the woman who has self-control and looks out for her best interest and that of her daughter.
I am a one-man woman, but I also like sex and the attention of men. I just need to control my reactions to their stares. Dropping my hands that were folded in front of me to my sides, I place my body on display, and I continue the rest of the way to our table with a sway to my hips that would drop any man to his knees.
“Here we are. I hope you both enjoy your meal,†the hostess says.
Nate stands from his seat, pulling out my chair for me. Leaning in, he places a kiss to my temple and whispers in my ear, “How will I behave myself during dinner with you looking like this?â€
His breath caresses my skin, causing a delicious shiver to rake through my body. “Well, you sure have caught the attention of every other man in this restaurant, too, with your dress selection.â€
He motions for me to sit. “They can look but not touch. Plus, I don’t mind them envying me for being the man who gets to touch you tonight.â€
Taking my seat, I ignore his comment. Sometimes I wonder about his motive with me; am I just a prize to hang on his arm or is his love for me genuine?
“I’ve ordered for us. The appetizer should be out soon.†Reaching across the table, Nate takes my hand. “How was your afternoon off?â€
It was everything I needed. My mind has been playing crazy games with me. One minute, I’m worried about Jon and everything from our past turning me into the fragile girl I was before having Kiley, and the next minute I worry about becoming that weak little girl. Then I push away all thoughts about who I was and focus on the woman I need to be, the one who belongs to the man sitting in front of me.
Nate’s Riley is strong, manages her problems, and takes her struggles head on, never shedding a tear or falling apart in front of an entire gym full of people.
“Riley?†Nate’s voice pulls me back to him.
“Thank you for spoiling me. I had time to sort through a few things in my head, and I feel much better,†I reply.
He lifts my left hand to his mouth, placing a kiss to it. “That’s my girl. I didn’t like seeing you so distant.â€
“I’m sorry.†This is the longest I’ve gone without being intimate with Nate since we started sleeping together. For some reason, I know he’s talking about sex, even though I’ve been withdrawn in other ways, too.
“Don’t be sorry. We have tonight to make up for lost time. Looking at you in that dress all night will surely have me worked up by the time we finish our meal.†Nate smiles with a wicked gleam in his eye.
There’s something about him expecting sex that makes me want to refuse, but I know I won’t. I’ll do whatever he wants because I need to get my life back, even if I feel like I’m being bought.
Most women would love Nate’s money, and while it’s nice to do most everything you want, genuine love and time together is most important to me. I know that’s not in the cards for me. I’ve made too many mistakes and I’ve been a terrible person. I don’t deserve real love, so I’ll accept the superficial kind in its place.
Nate is a good man, even if I’m a display for him. He takes good care of me, in his own way, and he loves my daughter. She loves him in return and I can’t ask for more than that. Kiley is my world, and if she is happy then that’s all I need.
I hear Nate’s chair push back. He moves it around the table until he’s seated next to me. “I can’t keep looking at you and not be able to touch you.â€
Our waiter arrives at our table, placing a beautiful display of seared tuna on the table in front of us. Nate did well; this is one of my favorites. He lifts a piece on the end of his fork and brings it to my lips. “Open that sweet mouth of yours.â€
I obey. When the food touches my tongue I can’t help but let out a moan of appreciation. “That’s delicious.â€
Nate’s lips press to the corner of my mouth. “So are you and I plan on having my fill tonight.â€
We sit and we eat. Nate places gentle touches on me and kisses me throughout our meal. He’s ordered all of my favorites. It’s been a perfect end to my day, and I am thankful for all that he’s done.
“Would you like dessert?†Nate asks.
Leaning in, I place a soft kiss to his lips. He’s eager to leave and head home. I can see it in his eyes. He wants me and tonight I need to fulfill his needs. I want us back.
I think I’ll order the crème brûlée, and tease him for a bit. “Are you ordering something?â€
I shiver as his lips brush across my neck, until they are next to my ear and he whispers just so I can here, “My dessert has been sitting in front of me, practically on display for every man in here, all night. Watching all of them want you, knowing I’m the one who gets to have you, drives me mad. I’m going to devour every inch of you, before driving into what I desire most.â€
His words make my body respond in ways I’m afraid will leave evidence of my arousal on my dress. “I think I’ll have the crème brûlée.â€
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Hi all, Elizabeth Wills here. I am the author of The Affections Series and released my first book in 2015. I write angsty contemporary romance but am currently working on a novella that I hope will make you laugh hysterically. My biggest goal is to challenge myself while enjoying the process of writing and to deliver a story that will touch you and stay with you after the turn of the last page.
My journey started as a reader when I found the indie community after purchasing my first Kindle. Some of the first authors to catch my attention were K.A. Linde, Colleen Hoover, and S.C. Stephens. As time went on and more and more writers began to publish their work on their own, I grew to love and support the indie community. Inspiration struck during those days and I started writing my first book in 2014, releasing Fractured Affections a short year later. I have made friends and gained support from people around the world. It never ceases to amaze me how strong the indie community can be.
When I am not writing, I work a full-time job as an MRI Tech. I’ve worked in the field since 2005 and love what I do and the people I get to work with. I am also a wife to my high school sweetheart and we have two energetic boys together. When I say energetic that may be an understatement. Needless to say, we live a very busy life, but I find that I am more productive with less downtime.
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