Second chance love has never been so strong
The much anticipated follow up to Box of Hearts, Angels’ Kisses is the second book in the Connor Series and it will make your heart smile and cry in equal measure.
Garratt Connor knew it wouldn’t take much to fall in love with his college girlfriend, Jemma, but tragedy tore them apart before they had barely got started. Seven years later, they meet again and nothing has changed, with Garratt determined they will continue where they left off.
Jemma Stevens never forgot her beautiful boy, but as much as she wants to follow her heart, she knows she can’t. She has a secret that could tear them apart again, but this time forever.
Garratt is a man determined to make Jemma his, and he’ll use every trick in the book to make sure it happens – after all, Garratt’s sexy moves and dirty mouth are irresistible, and that’s just his opinion.
This is the story of the loss and tragedy we sometimes have to face on the path to happiness, but ultimately this a story of strength, determination and love.
Praise for Angels’ Kisses
“Prepare yourself for the most beautiful page turning story of love and selflessness”
“A stunning true love story filled with tears, laughter, heartbreak and learning to make life changing decisions with the strength you find from those you least expect “
“When you feel like hope is lost true love and strength can be found in the people who surround you”
“An amazing story that will make you laugh, smile and cry. A story that shows you when you feel all is lost there is hope”
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Did I die and go to heaven? Because....wow!
What a breathtaking journey!.
A perfect weekend read, lock yourself away and enjoy.
I adored Garrett, swooned at Garratt and his sexy mouth wow! I fanned myself over Garrett.
A brilliantly written love story. I absolutely loved Jesse from the first book box of hearts but Garrett stole my heart in a completely different way.
A second chance romance.
Two high school sweethearts on the verge of love when circumstance tears them apart.
Jemma has to return to the UK and Garrett is left picking up his broken heart
7 year's later and Jemma and Garrett are reunited at a wedding.
Destiny? Fate? Cupid? call it what you will but it was such a relief. This beautiful couple are so made for each other.
Garrett and Jemma's relationship is like Lego, just when the piece's are slotted into place something comes and knocks it down but they learn to build it together to withhold the knocks. That's the moral I would say in this story.... together.
A beautiful heartwarming story with sad times, happy times and laughs along the way.
Angels kisses had everything I love in a modern day Romance and the sex ? get a fan, no... get a big fan :-)
Garrett is one dirty mouthed woman pleaser, hmm maybe that's why I liked him so much oh and the fact he is sort of a cowboy too.
Parts of the story deal with the subject of breast cancer and the real life issue's bring this story to life. Jemma annoyed me sometimes I do love a character with backbone and a get up and go, I can't stand whining, asking for advice yes, struggling with thoughts, yes and I suppose at that point I was so rooting for Garrett so much a nun would of got on my nerves and in honesty it did give this story more of a real feel.
Garrett and Emma's journey is touching, moving and uplifting, Nikki Ashton did an amazing job balancing the whole plot out just right.
Another amazeballs book from Nikki Ashton.
This story is told in first person's dual pov's and leads to an enchanting epilogue.
No heavy drama or angst.
Fans of Kelly Elliott will love this book.
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A Breakaway Novel
Author: L.P. Dover
Genre: Sports Romance
Publisher: Random House/Loveswept
Release Date: October 31, 2017
Heâs got every reason to be cocky . . . until a female cuts him down to size.
Iâm Dallas Easton, the best goaltender in the league. I make a damn good living playing hockey, and with women falling at my feet wherever I go, why not enjoy it? I get whatever I want, whenever I wantâthat is, until I come across the one player who gets the best of me on the ice.
When I try to pummel the dude, all hell breaks loose. Imagine my surprise when the helmet comes off to reveal a woman underneath. And not just any woman, but the sexiest woman Iâve ever seen. Callie Davis is the complete opposite of the puck bunnies I usually go for, a good girl with sick moves and a selfless streak a mile wide. I need to make amends, but she dodges me at every turn. It doesnât help that Callieâs brother hates my guts, or that my agent thinks sheâs bad for my career.
But I could care less what they think. I canât let our little run-in on the ice be the end of our story. Because when I set my sights on something, I wonât rest until I score.
Heart pounding, I stared him down, waiting for him to take the shot. The second he drew back his stick, I got into position, only for him to hit me right between the eyes with his glove. For a split second I lost my focus, and he slapped the puck right between my legs.
âMotherfucker,â I growled, glaring down at the glove on the ice and the puck in the goal. The worthless cunt actually had the audacity to throw his glove at my face. Kellan burst out laughing and the whole rink echoed as they cheered at my expense. Red just fucked up big time.
The others tried their luck to no avail, and then Red was back at it. I waited for him to throw the other glove, but instead, he turned and sprayed ice right up into my face, his body colliding with mine. During our fall, he hit the puck right into the goal. Rage coursed through my veins and all I could see was red . . . literally. Getting up quickly, he started back toward the others and I slid out my stick, hooking it around his ankle. I jerked him back and he fell. If he wanted to play dirty, Iâd show him how dirty I could be. He tried to get up, but I pushed him back down, tossing my mask and gloves onto the ice. The others shouted and skated toward us, but I wasnât letting Red get away with making me out to be a fool.
âThink youâre hot shit now, huh?â I spat, grabbing him by the jersey. He was smaller than me, so it wasnât hard to flip him over and rip off his mask. Blinded by rage, I pulled my fist back, only to stop cold in my tracks. I stared at the face behind the mask, completely transfixed.
The person lying on the ice wasnât Justinâs brother. It was a woman, and not just any woman. She was the most beautiful thing Iâd ever seen. Before any words could escape my lips, Justin tackled me to the ice and my breath whooshed out of my lungs as we slid to the wall.
âWhat the fuck is your problem? Thatâs my sister,â he shouted angrily. Eyes darkening, he slammed my shoulders against the wall.
Catching my breath, I looked up at him and held up my hands. âI didnât know it was a female. I wouldnât have touched her if Iâd known.â Under most circumstances, Iâd have punched him and been done, but I felt like a tool.
His nostrils flared. âYouâre such a prick.â
âJustin,â his sister called out. We both looked over at her as Kellan and the other two guys helped her up. They all stared daggers at me, including her. âLetâs go.â
Justin pushed off of me and skated over to her. I got one last look at her angelic face and emerald green eyes before she turned around and disappeared off the ice.
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 tennis, 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 novel 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.
One single dad.
One set of twins.
And the wall isn’t the only thing being drilled…
I learned the hard way that being a handywoman isn’t easy. The questions, the stares—the assumption I’m the proud owner of a cock and balls. Not that it matters. I’ve proven over and over that I’m ready for anything the judgmental asses throw at me.
Except the hot, single dad of twins who just moved to town.
Brantley Cooper gets the shock of his life when I show up on his doorstep to fix up his kids’ new rooms. His son is confused why ‘the pretty lady has a drill,’ and his daughter has a new obsession—me.
On paper, my job is easy. Go in, do their bedrooms, and leave.
In theory, I’m spending eight hours a day with a guarded, sexy as hell guy, and I’m staying for dinner more often than I’m eating it alone, on my couch, with Friends re-runs.
I shouldn’t be staying for dinner. I shouldn’t be helping him out with the twins. I shouldn’t be falling in love with tiny toes and dimpled cheeks.
And I most definitely should not be kissing my client.
Oops…“It is,” he admitted, eyes sparkling. “You’re so easy to mess with, I don’t even have to try.” I rolled my eyes. “And to think—I let myself be guilt-tripped into this.” “More fool you. I warned you about her, and you obviously didn’t listen.” “That’s so not fair. I did listen, I just don’t have freaky skills to avoid the guilt like you do.” “I don’t avoid the guilt. I pretend.” “Would you have pretended if you were me, knowing you’d leave a poor guy to be lonely?” He raised his eyebrows. “I wouldn’t have been lonely. I’d have watched TV with my pants off.” “You don’t get to use my plans as an excuse,” I scoffed. “And unless your daughter is a master manipulator, you would have been lonely.” “She’s four. All four-year-olds are master manipulators. If kids came with manuals, that would be the title of the chapter that talks about age four,” he said. “There are technically manuals. They’re these wonderful, futuristic things called books.” “None of which are geared toward a single dad,” he pointed out. “The last time I Googled something, I diagnosed Eli with a rare, deadly disease, learned that there are way too many styles of braid for any human being to master, and also found out how to get the kids out of the door by eight and have time to do my make-up.” I paused. “I can see how that last one would be of use to you. Your mascara looks wonderful today.” By day, New York Times and USA Today bestselling New Adult author Emma Hart dons a cape and calls herself Super Mum to two beautiful little monsters. By night, she drops the cape, pours a glass of whatever she fancies—usually wine—and writes books. Emma is working on Top Secret projects she will share with her followers and fans at every available opportunity. Naturally, all Top Secret projects involve a dashingly hot guy who likes to forget to wear a shirt, a sprinkling (or several) of hold-onto-your-panties hot scenes, and a whole lotta love. She likes to be busy—unless busy involves doing the dishes, but that seems to be when all the ideas come to life.
Series: Death Dealers MC #5
Author: Alana Sapphire
Genre: Standalone Erotic Romance/Suspense
Release Date: October 30, 2017
The revival of something that has been dormant.
Iâm going to make all your fantasies come true.
If anyone could fulfill that promise, itâs Venom, the hot biker who made it. Heâs crude, crass, and has a filthy mouth, but Iâm drawn to him. After everything Iâve been through, the arrangement he offers seems to be exactly what I need. What I didnât expect is for him to be the answer to my prayers, healing me in ways I never thought possible. He awakens something in me I thought long dead. Will he ever want more, or am I fooling myself by thinking he could settle for someone like me?
I wanted Emily the moment I saw her.
All I could imagine was what Iâd do to her if I got her in my bed. The more I get to know her, the more I see how deep her wounds are. Sheâs fragile. As much as I crave her body, bringing her into my world could break her, and not just emotionally.
I canât let that happen.
Men like me donât get a happily ever after. Emily is better off without me, and I pray she doesnât learn that the hard way.
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Alana Sapphire has a great love for writing and music, and always finds a way to combine the two. Her books, though in various subcategories, are all in the Erotic Romance genre. Like a little suspense with your romance? So does Alana! Pick up one of her books and youâll get romance, suspense, drama, and lots of sexy time. With books ranging from MC to paranormal, an Alana story is out there for you. Her characters are like old friendsânear and dear to her heartâand she hopes for her readers to enjoy them as much as she does.
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Blacksmith (A Real Man, 10)
The side of the house stopped our retreat. He shifted so I was now facing the wall. I liked the roughness on my back, the feeling of being helpless. He groaned, this rough, almost primal sound that had my pussy becoming so wet, my nipples so hard. I opened for him, sucked his tongue into my mouth, showing him exactly where I wanted this to go. If not for the alcohol running through my veins, I wouldn’t have ever been so bold or wanton, but right now this felt like the most natural thing.
But he stepped away far too soon, and I was left feeling bereft, like a piece of me was missing. I touched my lips, the tingling and warmth that covered them reaching the very recesses of my cells.
“What’s wrong?” I asked. “You don’t want me?” My cheeks heated at the idea that maybe he didn’t, despite the vibes I got from him and the fact he’d invited me out. I also blamed the alcohol for me opening my mouth and even asking.
But Deacon had his body pressed to mine a second later. I gasped from the contact, from the feeling of his very massive, apparent erection currently digging into my belly.
“Does that feel like I don’t want you?” He thrust against me, and my mouth go slack. “Does this feel like I don’t want to take you right up against the house, not giving a shit who saw?”
I didn’t know what to say, so I just closed my mouth. He cupped my cheek, smoothing his finger along my skin and sending shock waves through me.
“Tell me if this doesn’t feel like I want you.” He continued to smooth that digit along my face, over my lip, down to my pulse, which beat erratically.
“It feels like you want me.”
He growled out low, a sound that was so feral, so delicious. “Yeah, I want you really fucking badly, Maddie, but you’ve been drinking, and I’m not going to cross that line.” He stepped back then, gave my pulse one last smooth over with his finger, and dropped his hand to his side. “But we aren’t going there. I’ll call you tomorrow, yeah?”
I nodded. Not only was he the manliest man I’d ever met, he was also a gentleman. I turned and unlocked the front door, stepped inside, and watched him. He’d waited until I was in the house before he left and went back to his SUV. I was still standing there long after he’d driven off, knowing that I’d fallen hard for Deacon, and that there was no getting up from it.
How about another taste?
Three Brutal (A Real Man, 11)
I became even more aware of Axel sitting beside me. I could see him out of the corner of my eye, his chest rising and falling just a little faster, a little harder than normal. Was this having the same effect on him as it was on me?
But I kept my focus on the TV. The couple started kissing, the woman’s moans exaggerated, erotic. And then soon they were naked, but of course we just saw the woman’s breasts. The couple started moving in a very sexual way, and I felt my face heat. I was a virgin, but I’d seen porno, knew all that went down in that category. But I was watching this with Axel, and that made me very aware of my surroundings, of how my body was reacting.
I found myself looking at Axel. His body looked hard, not in the normal, powerful way but in the way that told me he was tense. And then he turned his head and stared right at me. Our eyes locked, the heat in the room seemed to increase, and I felt beads of perspiration dotting my skin.
My body was reacting in a way only Axel could make it. My lips felt too dry, my tongue swollen. The sound of the couple having sex seemed to be amplified in the room, and although it was a cheesy movie, the sex scene something on late-night cable, I was so turned on.
I was wet, my panties damp, my body ready for Axel.
I felt my chest rising and falling, the chemistry clearly moving between us, making me think maybe he felt the same way for me. Surely friends didn’t react this way just because some sex scene was on the TV.
And when I saw Axel look down at my mouth, I found myself lowering my gaze to his lap. There, pressing against his jeans, was a massive erection. My throat tightened, every part of me tingled, and I found myself opening my mouth, about to say what I had wanted to for so long.
But the words lodged in my throat.
Is this really happening? Is this a moment between us?
The longer we stared at each other, the more the blood rushed through my veins, the pressure in my body becoming almost unbearable.
Before I said anything, Axel was up and leaving the room. I sat there, staring at the fading sex scene, hearing him in the kitchen getting something to drink.
I stood, but he was back before I could even take a step. He held a beer out to me, the bottle chilled.
He looked tense, like he wanted to say something. Maybe this had been in my head, the chemistry I felt, the moment I thought we had shared.
“I’m good,” he said, his jaw tight. He sat on the couch again, took a long swig of the beer, and stared at the movie.
I wasn’t going to wait, wasn’t going to let my fear override this. I had to start living for today, for the future.
One more taste?
Four Kilt Me (A Real Man, 12)
It had been a long time since I’d been with a woman—years, in fact—and never had I felt this kind of possessiveness and need for a female. I wanted Molly like a fiend. I needed her like I needed tae breathe.
And as fast as this all seemed tae be happening, I couldn’t have slowed things down if I even wanted tae.
I was so fooking hard, stiff as a lead pipe. I should have jerked off in the shower, but I kne’ it wouldn’t have helped. But even knowing that, I reached down and palmed myself. Of course I couldn’t help but picture Moly and what I wanted tae do tae her.
Her glorious naked body on my bed—or hell, bent over a desk. Yeah, I could see her ready and willing for me, primed and soaked. I went back to picturing her on my bed, her legs spread, her pussy on display. Her fire-colored hair would spill over my pillow. She’d smell like me.
She’d watch me quietly, waiting for me to tell her what to do. We’d both want it though. And that’s when I’d tell her to spread those pretty pussy lips for me.
And she’d do so instantly.
I closed my eyes and really put myself in the fantasy. I groaned as I felt pleasure shoot up my spine.
“Say you’re mine, lass.”
“I’m yours, Alastair.” Her flesh, so pink and wet, glistened under the dim lighting. She was so fooking ready for me. Only me. Her back was arched, and her breasts were thrust forward, the tips pink, hard. They begged for my mouth, for me to taste them, run my teeth and tongue along the stiff peaks.
But I couldn’t move. “Touch yourself for me, Molly lass.”
She obeyed so nicely as she brought one of her hands to her mouth and rubbed her fingers along the seam of her lips. Slowly, while still watching me, she sucked on one, then two fingers, mimicking the act of giving me head. In and out she moved the digits between her full, red lips.
When she removed them, a resounding pop filled the room and caused my cock tae jerk violently. She moved her fingers down tae her pussy, and I held my breath.
I watched as she played with her clit, rubbing the bud between the digits and making these little sounds in her throat. She was beautiful, and I’d be claiming that pussy like no other had before.
A harsh groan left me when she slid her fingers down her clit, circled her pussy hole, and then shoved them deep inside. I held my breath as she pumped the digits in and out. Seconds of torturous pleasure washed through me as I watched her.
Her high moan filled the room.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I all but tore off my clothes and went to her. She pulled her fingers out of her pussy and presented them to me. I greedily sucked those glistening digits intae my mouth, tasting her, getting drunk off the flavor on my tongue.
I let out a harsh sound as I came in my hand, my seed coating my fingers, my pleasure so fooking high I’d never touch the ground again. I opened my eyes, breathing out harshly, so damn needy for her even after I spent myself, that I kne’ being with Molly would be better than anything I’d ever experienced.
And I was done waiting.
Jenika Snow is a USA Today Bestselling Author that lives in the northwest with her husband and their two daughters. Before she started writing full-time she worked as a nurse.
From Wall Street Journal bestselling author Ilsa Madden-Mills comes a new standalone romance about a flawed hero and the woman he can’t forget.
Spider, a sexy and forbidden new standalone, arrives November 13th!
Title: Spider Author: Ilsa Madden-Mills Publication Date: November 13th, 2017
Cover Designer: Shanoff Designs
Model: Amadeo Leandro
Photographer: Wong Sim
He calls himself Spider.
I just know him as the sinfully gorgeous guy with eyes of fire that fate places next to me on the airplane.
I didn’t who he really was . . . future rock star . . . my stepbrother.
He kissed me because he thought he’d never see me again. He would.
Everyone warned me about him.
They told me he was careless and ruthless and screwed up.
They said he’d leave me with a hole in my heart.
Maybe I should have listened.
Maybe I should have built a fortress to keep him out.
But I crumbled instead.
They say an unbreakable thread connects those who are destined to meet. If that’s true, then the moment he sat next to me, we were bound together forever.
He just had to figure it out before it’s too late…
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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Ilsa Madden-Mills writes about strong heroines and sexy alpha males that sometimes you just want to slap.
She's addicted to dystopian books and all things fantasy, including unicorns and sword-wielding females. Other fascinations include frothy coffee beverages, dark chocolate, Instagram, Ian Somerhalder (seriously hot), astronomy (she's a Gemini), and tattoos.
She has a degree in English and a Master's in Education.
When she's not pecking away on her computer, she shops for cool magnets and paints old furniture.
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Title: Bad Idea
Series: Bad Idea Series #1
Author: Nicole French
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Raglan Designs
Release Date: November 8, 2017
From the second she saw him, Layla Barros knew Nico Soltero was all wrong. Wrong age. Wrong education. Wrong job. Wrong everything. She had a hard enough time convincing her parents that New York really is the right place for their nineteen-year-old daughter without telling them she's got a thing for the FedEx guy at her new part-time job. Too bad the second she saw him, Layla Barros no longer cared about right and wrong.
Raised with three siblings in Hell's Kitchen by a single-mom, half Puerto-Rican, half Italian Nico Soltero is a quintessential New York mutt who's always had to shoulder the burdens of his family. Burdens which have cost him almost all of his dreams, like going to college or becoming an FDNY firefighter. Now, at twenty-six, he's finally getting the chance to leave the place that's always felt more like a dead weight than the center of the universe. Too bad the city of his birth has one last hard knock to deal: the girl of his dreams, sitting right in the middle of his delivery route, three months before his plane is supposed to take off.
As Layla and Nico find out, love isn't always convenient, and it never happens how they planned. The choices that Nico and Layla make now will affect their lives forever. Will they make them together or apart?
Would it be weird if I just kissed her? Yeah, it would be weird. But all of sudden, that's all I can think about doing after this shitty, shitty day.
She gives me a little scowl as she wipes water off her chin, but I can tell she's glad I'm here. She knows it, and I know it. The excitement is written all over both our faces.
âLook what you made me do,â she says in a tone that's more teasing than mad. âA menace, thatâs what you are.â
âAw, Iâm sorry, sweetie. You need some help?â
I don't even wait for her to say yes. I just want to be near her, that's all. Nothing inappropriate. Nothing "improper." Today, I just need to be next to this girl who fucking lights up whenever she see me.
So I drop the dolly and walk around the desk so I'm squatting next to her. I grab another napkin off the desktop, and she stares, mouth slightly open, as I dab at the water drops on her collarbone. There's barely anything, really.
And what a total sham. Nothing improper? This is the definition of improper. But I can't stop dabbing, can't stop pressing the napkin over her dewy skin, wishing to God that it was my fingers or my mouth instead.
The donut-shaped desk encircles us, forces us close together, and now that I'm near enough to smell her, I realize this was a really bad idea. She smells like coconuts and flowers, some exotic mix that goes straight to my head and other parts lower down.
I'm not much for fancy shit. I shower at night after I've been out all day, and I slap on whatever deodorant I bought on sale last time I was at the drugstore. All of a sudden, I glance down, conscious of the way Layla's nipples have hardened through her thin black sweater, conscious of the way my pants are suddenly very tight. She inhales sharply, and I'm extremely aware of the fact that I have been heaving boxes around this city all damn day.
Fuck, I think. She must think I absolutely reek.
Quickly, I stand up and shuffle to the other side of the desk to start unloading and scanning packages. This day. This god damn day. If I just ruined my chances with this girl, I'm going to break my own arm off.
And that's when I realize I actually want a chance with NYU. Layla. I want to go on a date with her. I want to take her out to dinner and hold her hand while we walk around the city. I want to know what kinds of sounds she makes when I kiss her, or maybe even when I do other things to her too.
Fuck. The timing seriously could not be worse. No. I can't do this right now.
âSo, Nico,â she says, pulling me out of my hurricane of doubt. âGot big plans this weekend?â
She's hopeful, all big blue eyes as she leans over on the desk. I exhale. No, I really can't do this with her. So even though I'm dying to make her laugh again, I just shrug and set one of the packages down with a thump.
âNot really," I say. "Working at AJâs, you know. Take it easy on Sunday, maybe go see some art or something.â
âYou like art? Really?â
I look up, no longer needing to pretend I'm annoyed with her. These rich girlsââall the goddamn same. They only see the uniform, the scuffed shoes, the brown skin. They see me and think the only thing I'm good for is watching sports and drinking beer. Don't get me wrong, I like sports and I like beer. But can't I have other interests too?
âI could like art,â I say casually as I scan another package. âWhy does that surprise you? You think the FedEx means Philistine?â
Her rosebud mouth drops open, and I can't quite hide my smirk. That's right, baby. I can use big words too.
Nicole French is an East Coast/West Coast hybrid creature, Springsteen fanatic, hopeless romantic, and complete and total bookworm. When not writing or teaching about writing, she is hanging out with her family, playing soccer with the rest of the thirty-plus crowd in Seattle, or going on dates with her husband. In her spare time, she likes to go running with her dog, Greta, or practice the piano, but never seems to do either one of these things as much as she should.
Series: The Lancaster Series #1
Author: Ava Harrison
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Hang Le
Release Date: August 24, 2017
That was our agreement.
But Spencer Lancaster was addictive.
And I was high.
High off his taste, starved for his kiss, and desperate for his touch.
So when he asked me to stay, to enjoy his company for more nights than I knew I should, I wasnât in the right mind to say no.
Everything was perfect. A dream come true.
But half a world away there were secrets.
All of the truths that could tear us apart.
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Series: The Lancaster Series #2
Author: Ava Harrison
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Hang Le
Release Date: Winter 2018
Falling for your boss is never a good idea . . .
Especially when he's a Lancaster.
Series: The Lancaster Series #3
Author: Ava Harrison
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Hang Le
Release Date: Spring 2018
For a reformed bad girl, there's only one thing worse than a drug . . .
Ava Harrison is a New Yorker, born and bred.
When sheâs not journaling her life, you can find her window shopping, cooking dinner for her family, or curled up on her couch reading a book.
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Fans of Sarah Dessen, Stephanie Perkins, and Jenny Han will delight as the fireworks spark and the secrets fly in this delicious summer romance from a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author.
When Jade decided to spend the summer with her aunt in California, she thought she knew what she was getting into. But nothing could have prepared her for Quentin. Jade hasn't been in suburbia long and even she knows her annoying (and annoyingly cute) next-door neighbor spells T-R-O-U-B-L-E.
And when Quentin learns Jade plans to spend her first American summer hiding out reading books, he refuses to be ignored. Sneaking out, staying up, and even a midnight swim, Quentin is determined to give Jade days--and nights--worth remembering.
But despite their storybook-perfect romance, every time Jade moves closer, Quentin pulls away. And when rumors of a jilted ex-girlfriend come to light, Jade knows Quentin is hiding a secret--and she's determined to find out what it is.
Nicole Williams is the New York Times and USATODAY bestselling author of contemporary and young adult romance, including the Crash and Lost & Found series. Her books have been published by HarperTeen and Simon & Schuster in both domestic and foreign markets, while she continues to self-publish additional titles. She is working on a new YA series with Crown Books (a division of Random House) as well. She loves romance, from the sweet to the steamy, and writes stories about characters in search of their happily even after. She grew up surrounded by books and plans on writing until the day she dies, even if it’s just for her own personal enjoyment. She still buys paperbacks because she’s all nostalgic like that, but her kindle never goes neglected for too long. When not writing, she spends her time with her husband and daughter, and whatever time’s left over she’s forced to fit too many hobbies into too little time.
Nicole is represented by Jane Dystel, of Dystel and Goderich Literary Agency.
Title: He Loves Me...KNOT
Author: RC Boldt
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Cover Me Darling
Release Date: November 14, 2017
Sometimes love needs a second chanceâ¦
I never looked back after skipping out on my own wedding, even if it did leave me estranged from most of my family. Eight years later, I have the life Iâve always wanted. As an advertising account executive, my world is damn near perfect.
Until I come face-to-face with my past. With the man I once loved. The man who holds my future in his hands. The man whoâs hell-bent on getting even with me for leaving him at the altar.
Even with all the unfinished business between us, I still love Knox Montgomery. The only problem?
He loves meâ¦KNOT.
RC Boldt is the wife of Mr. Boldt, a retired Navy Chief, mother of Little Miss Boldt, and former teacher of many students. She currently lives on the southeastern coast of North Carolina, enjoys long walks on the beach, running, reading, people watching, and singing karaoke. If you're in the mood for some killer homemade mojitos, can't recall the lyrics to a particular 80's song, or just need to hang around a nonconformist who will do almost anything for a laugh, she's your girl.
Title: Tainted Butterfly
Series: Tainted Knights #2
Author: Terri Anne Browning
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 24, 2017
We have a history.
From USA Today bestselling author Terri Anne Browning, comes a new ROCKER seriesâTainted Knights.
His childhood was full of darkness and all I have ever wanted was to give him the light. Now he puts that darkness into his music, and protecting the girl who has always worshiped him.
But time changes people.
It has changed me.
I'm no longer the little caterpillar he has always called me. I know he needs meâI need him too.
Now I have to make a choiceâ¦
Stay and pretend like he hasnât eviscerated my heart.
Or let go of him completely.
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.
Title: Bad Reputation
Author: Callie Blake
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Romantic Comedy
Release Date: October 23, 2017
He's everything a good girl knows to avoid...
So why is it that she can't resist?
Hollywood has never interested Peyton Greene.
As her socialite cousin's unofficial caretaker, she's seen the ins and outs of the industry. The sleaziness, the backstabbing â the constant parade of womanizing assholes who break her cousin's heart every week.
They're all bad news, and as far as she can tell, Connor Schaffer is no different.
He's six feet and two inches of cocky, smirking asshole â the panty-dropping king of one-night stands, and everything Peyton hates. But when Connor signs a unique contract with her uncle, Peyton finds their lives suddenly entwined on a daily basis.
And despite their nonstop, claws out fighting, she finds herself suddenly tangled in his sheets.
Their spark was unpredictable, the sex unbelievable, and just like that, Peytonâs world is turned upside down. For the first time in her life, sheâs discovering hot lust, real pleasure and everything she swore was strictly not for her.
Long story short, Hollywoodâs got this good girl screwed.
***Bad Reputation is a full-length standalone with no cheating and a HEA***
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Callie Blake is a new author, a romance addict and a connoisseur of trashy reality TV. She's big on dessert for dinner and over-the-top Lifetime Originals. She currently lives in New York with her husband and two dogs. Follow her on Twitter at @calliebbooks.
Title: The Vault: Volume One
A Sinfully Sexy Collection
Genre: Romance Anthology
Release Date: October 17, 2017
Alpha males. Dirty talkers. Bad boys. Bikers. Detectives. Mobsters. Dominant. Billionaires. Irresistible men next door. Whatever kind of man makes your pulse pound and panties wet, heâs waiting inside.
This collection of twenty-two new romance novellas is sure to heat up your days and steam up your nights.
When you venture inside The Vault, you never know what you'll find. Come inside ... if you dare.
See what awaits you inside The Vault.
A.D. Justice - Warning
A.M. Hargrove - For The Love of My Sexy Geek
Aleatha Romig - Unconventional
C.A. Harms - Raw
Gina Whitney - Stilettos and Broken Bottles
Hilary Storm - Ridinâ Dirty
Kate Benson - Redemption
Katherine Rhodes - Innuendo
Kathy Coopmans - Parole
Katie Ashley - The Plan
Liv Morris - Sweet Seconds
M.C. Cerny - Declan's Demand
M. Stratton - In His Arms
Michelle Dare - Uncuffed
MJ Fields - Terzetto
Nina Levine - Risk
S. Moose - Adjusting the Deal
S.D. Hildreth - Mister Prick
T.K. Leigh - Inferno
Terri E. Laine - Honey
Tia Louise - Sundown
Toni Aleo - Not The One
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BY: USA TODAY Bestselling Author M. Robinson
Genre: Contemporary/New Adult Romance
Cover Model Enrico Ravenna
Cover Designer: TheFinal Wrap
Release Date: November 16th, 2017
I didnât know darkness and evil lurked inside me until I had to murder in order to survive. Forced to become my own worst enemy. With so much blood on my hands, I was surprised I could still see my own skin.
I played God while I was rotting in Hell. Thriving on control and power was the only way I knew how to live. There were no other options.
If you werenât my friend, you were my foe.
If you werenât with me, you were against me.
Traitors, as I called them. There were no imaginary lines. Iâd crossed them all. No boundaries. No second chances. No redemption.
Not for me.
Only for herâ¦
She loved me. Always convinced I was a saint, never believing I was just another sinner.
A fucking monster.
Until it was too late.
Except, I didnât choose this life. It. Chose. Me.
I witnessed and participated in it all.
Somewhere along the way in the last few years, I stopped allowing myself to feel, to think, to dream of another life. Only the strongest survive and I would always make it out alive.
No. Matter. What.
The control, the power, the sins of it all, were just as addicting as they were afflicting. Consuming every last part of my being.
I became the fucking monster they wanted me to be.
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USA Today Bestselling Author of El Santo, Ends Here, Keeping Her Wet, Road to Nowhere, El Diablo, The Good Ol' Boys Standalone Series, The VIP Trilogy, Tempting Bad, and Two Sides.
M. Robinson loves to read. She favors anything that has angst, romance, triangles, cheating, love, and of course sex! She has been reading since the Babysitters Club and R.L. Stein. All time favorite books are The Bronze Horseman Trilogy by Paullina Simons.
She was born in New Jersey but was raised in Tampa Fl. She is married to an amazing man who she loves to pieces. They have two German shepherd mixes, a Wheaten Terrier and a Tabby cat.
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