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Title: Break
Series: Vegas Heat #2
Author: Molly McLain
Cover Designer: Designs by Dana
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 24
Even the strongest cry…
The Tough Guy
I watched my best friend overdose with a needle in his arm. Just one time, he said. You’re not living ‘til you’ve tried everything. Well, f*ck that shit. I learned the hard way that some risks aren’t worth taking. Especially the ones that feel good.
The Nurse
For three years, I’ve dreamed of him. The fear in his eyes...the guilt he took on when my brother died. I hate that he’s done this to himself, but there’s not a damn thing I can do to break down the walls he’s built around himself.
Unless I do the unthinkable. The one thing that might rattle his cage...
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Like many novelists, especially romance writers, my infatuation with a good love story began early. I don’t remember exactly how old I was, but I’ll admit that Barbie and Ken acted more than a couple of the story lines I had in my head (sorry, Mom, but, no, not all of them were kid-appropriate). The obsession continued to grow as I got older and, whenever I left home, I always had a wire-bound notebook and a blue ballpoint pen in hand. In fact, every August, I still get that goofy, schoolgirl itch to buy up oodles of pens and paper, because, while I love my laptop, nothing compares to writing long-hand. If the house is quiet and there’s a thunderstorm rumbling outside, even better.
Not that I have the slightest a clue what a quiet house is anymore. Having three rambunctious (but awesome) kids, a zippy dog and a pesky cat has completely blurred my memory of peace and quiet. Oh, and I have a husband too–I call him the FisherGuy–and he’s probably louder and crazier than all the rest. I think I’ll keep him though. After all, he keeps me in fresh fish year-round (yum!) and he’s good hero material. Did I mention he’s also a firefighter?
We live in Northern Wisconsin and, let me tell ya, living here has provided lots of small-town fodder for this writer’s overactive imagination. Of course, I know no one who’s lived anything close to the steamy experiences I write about (not that I’d tell ya if I did *wink*). There’s something inherently sexy about not knowing what goes on behind closed doors…or even better, letting my imagination run free, concocting all kinds of stories and scenarios and putting them down on paper. Or my laptop.
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Title: Whispered Promises
Author: Kristin Mayer
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: January 23
Once a person joins The Society, they don’t leave. Ever. It’s a commitment—an until death do you part commitment.
What happens when someone wants out? No one knows because no one has ever left until … Kenzie Brooks. Finding out her life is a string of misconceptions gives her no other choice but to flee.
Figuring out how to survive in a world she’s never known will be the crucial first step. Meeting Aiden brings her to life until the secrets of her past lead to lies she must maintain. How can a relationship survive under the very misconceptions that drove Kenzie to leave The Society?
Some sacrifices might be worth it if it keeps Kenzie and those she loves safe. Or will it all be for nothing?
Kristin Mayer is a wife, a proud mother, and a full-time Analyst and Import Manager. Since an early age, she has always enjoyed reading and writing. While visiting her father one weekend, he suggested that she should take up writing again. With family and a career, she didn’t give it a lot of thought, until a story entered her mind and wouldn’t leave. It just kept forming and developing over a couple of months.
At the beginning of 2013, she decided to sit down and write it all down, but she kept it to herself. One sentence developed into two, and before she knew it, she had the makings of a novel.
Kristin tries to live life to the fullest during every moment. She loves to travel and meet new people. She holds a degree in International Business and uses it daily in her job. Kristin now adds “author” on her list of jobs, and feels very blessed and thankful.
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THIS NOVELLA WAS ORIGINALLY PUBLISHED IN THE HOT FOR TEACHER ANTHOLOGY AS RIDING THROUGH.
I’d come to accept the predictable routine of my life until I saw her ass in those riding pants. Constance Montgomery…damn, with her legs spread on the leather of the saddle has my mouth watering and things inside me shift. Seems my program is about to change. All the years of indifference to any female form all come tumbling down. My hard rule to never get involved with a student is about to be broken. With her. Reed Sawyer is at the top of his game. An elite equestrian trainer with looks to kill and he’s staring straight at me. Only, he’s not my trainer because my parents make all those decisions. I’m tired of being under my parent’s thumb. Maybe it’s time I pushed the envelope a little. And Reed Sawyer looks like just the right wall to start pushing on. A naïve, sheltered girl. A brooding, perfectionist with years of pent up need. The sparks fly. The walls come down. Hot lessons are learned. Author’s Note: A hot instructor, a riding crop and that old phrase about a guy being hung like a…Well you get the idea. Jump on for a ride that will have you reaching for a cool Mint Julip and a fresh pair of panties. It’s scorching hot, sweet and filthy romance with instant everything.
I’m supposed to be here to help her, but I can’t help what happens next. She squeezed my fingers. A gentle tug was all it took.
My mouth nearly crushes hers as I take our first kiss. Her lips taste innocent as they open, my tongue lighting up with the first flavor of her. Something rumbles out of me like a pained groan, because it hurts. This kind of intensity hurts in a spectacular way. Her tongue answers me with its movement, her own sweet, tiny sounds that make my dick shatter the ceiling of the space available in my pants. He’s curling in half as he grows, and I hope she doesn’t notice. If I had my way, I’d hear that tiny moan every second of every day for the rest of my life. It’s more than beautiful; it calls to me.
It’s lips and soft moans and the soft click of teeth meeting teeth before I break away, my hand grasping possessively around the side of her face. My thumb rasping back and forth in an attempt to feel as much of her soft skin as it can. My fingertips digging harder than they should into the back of her neck, bringing my forehead to rest on hers. “I’m sorry.” My face is flushed, I’m shaking. “I shouldn’t have done that.” My head is throbbing, along with my balls. They are tight against my body and something inside me is born. Something that wants her in a way that frightens me. An obsession explodes and I’m not sure I can tame it enough to keep from hurting her. I want my cum dripping from her; I want to feel her flesh to flesh from the inside. I need her vulnerable, available, spread for me to enjoy and make filthy with me. Never before has a woman ignited this kind of lust, these kinds of thoughts, and frankly I’m scared shitless. “I’m not sorry,” she murmurs as I desperately try to regain control of the animal she’s created in me.
The air in the room seems to disappear. My lungs ache but inside my head, I think, who needs oxygen? I have only one need and she is the only way to satiate that need. The idea that this innocent beauty and I are sharing similar thoughts is enough to make me nearly cum in my pants. Drops of liquid are already soaking through the fabric below my waist, and I think I would need another ten layers to hide her effect on me. The sight of her cheeks rising pink, the way her nipples greet my gaze from under the faded hospital gown, make me want to tear the offending fabric into shreds and have her never be clothed around me again. Who is this dominant beast? I’m the ever reserved, commanding, cool leader. Always in control. Not now. If I had my way, I’d slam the furniture against the door of this room and take her right here. A single word thrums in my head. It won’t stop as much as I try to push it away. Mine. Mine. Mine.
I fight the urge to crawl on top of her and make her filthy in ways I never imagined before her. But with the taste of her lips, thoughts of my cum inside her are fighting with the civilized parts of me to maintain some control. I imagine slicing my tongue between her dripping cunt lips for the first time. It’s one of many things I’ve never done before. My words growling into her body, saying every filthy word I can think of as I breathe her in and swallow her flavor. I imagine the subtle differences in the texture of her skin on my tongue, the ripples and folds, the hard nub where I want to draw her between my lips and consume the very essence of her. I want to make love to her with my mouth for hours.
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“The son will not bear the punishment for the father’s iniquity.” Ezekiel 18:20
Absolute power corrupts absolutely; it was a harsh lesson that my father learned too late.
Now we’re all going to burn for his mistakes.
As the prince of the Heaven’s Rejects MC, I had a life of luxury, a life I paid for with my father’s blood. Now the burden to get us out of this mess has fallen on my shoulders, it’s a job I never asked for, nor wanted, but I’ll rescue us all from the pits of the hell he cast us into.
I am the Devil’s son, but I’m not going down because of that bastard.
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Avelyn Paige is a born and raised Indiana girl. While she may be a Hoosier by birth, she is a Boilermaker by choice. Boiler Up! She resides in a sleepy little town in Indiana with her husband and three crazy pets. Avelyn spends her days working as a cancer research scientist and her nights sipping moonshine while writing and book reviewing. Avelyn loves everything paranormal, Cajun culture, and wants to try tornado chasing as a hobby when she finally grows up. She just has to get over that pesky fear of thunderstorms first. Avelyn also enjoys collecting voodoo dolls from her trips to New Orleans.
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Nina can’t let herself fall in love with the man she’s going to marry. Both of them have experienced the sting and sham of love and have no intentions of falling victim to it twice. Love is expensive—hate is free. Three years. A million dollars. A solution to both of their problems. They planned it all, from the story of their first meeting to the date of their divorce. Nothing could go wrong. But what they didn’t consider was chemistry, and Nina and Max have no shortage of it. After too many near-kisses, Nina convinces herself that hating Max is better than loving him, and the more she gets to know this soon-to-be-husband of hers, the more she discovers just how very much she truly, madly, and deeply . . . hates him. This isn’t a love story. This is the other kind.
“Okay. So how do you think this is going?” Max tipped the broom handle between us. “You and me?” My forehead pinched together. “You and me the plan? Or you and me the surprise?” Max’s brow answered my question. “And this topic is what you consider not-so-deep?” I nudged him and moved to finish stocking syrups. “All I’m looking for is a simple estimation. Since we were just talking about school, give us a grade for how you think this is going.” “A grade? Like A, B, C, D, F?” “Exactly like that.” I shook my head. “Did you have a rough day at work today? Lose an Olympic-size swimming pool of money or something? Are you needing your daily ego stroking to come from somewhere else today?” When I glanced back at him, I found Max leaning into the door he’d relocked, arms crossed and waiting. “Our relationship is unique,” he said. “Intricate. I’m asking not because I need my ego stroked, but because I care. If I need to make some changes, I’m willing to. Anything you need, whatever you want, that’s what I’ll give you. But first, I have to know how I’m doing.” If a man could get a woman pregnant from a piercing stare and a collection of words, I’d just gotten myself good and knocked up. With twins. “You know how it’s going,” I said, trying to focus on the syrups instead of what—or who—I wanted to focus on. “I know how I think it’s going. I’d like to know how you think it’s going.” My mouth went a little dry. Having these kinds of talks was hard for anyone—they were next to impossible for me. “Well, you haven’t gone and confessed your undying love or scared the hell out of me by asking me to be your baby mama, so you’re keeping your promise to take it nice and slow.” When he gave a mini bow, I rolled my eyes. “Not to mention you aren’t too shabby in the sack, you don’t leave dirty dishes in the sink, and you share the remote well.” Max’s face went flat. “Not too shabby?” “Oh, please. You know how good you are. Stop fishing for compliments.” A flush crept up my neck as I thought of the most recent evidence to support that theory. A slow, crooked smile spread across his face. “I want a grade.” “Like comprehensive? Or broken down by category?” I was stalling, and Max knew I was stalling. “You’re making this way too difficult,” he grumbled. “An A minus,” I said abruptly. “I’d give you an A minus.” “Why not an A plus?” I kept my head turned so he couldn’t see my smile. Only Max Sturm would be outraged by an A minus. “Because there’s always room for improvement. And I wouldn’t want it to go to your head, that’s why not an A plus.” The door creaked when he shoved off of it. He made no move to tame the way he was checking me out, leaning into the counter as I organized the syrups. “Something’s definitely going to my head.” My gaze roamed his zipper region. “I was talking about the one north of your neck.” “And I’m talking about the one at the end of my dick. My, at present, hard dick, thanks to you.” He came up behind me, fitting himself against my backside as his hands moved around to work on my jeans. “Max,” I protested, my eyes closing a second later when his dick nuzzled deeper into my backside. “Nina. I’m taking your body. Here. Now.” His chest pressed into my back as he lowered my zipper. “Accept that so we can move on to the next part.”
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.
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You can predict the tides but not the changes they make. Gunnison Del Valle was the current in the tide that was about to change my life. Crash one we met. Crash two we fell in love. Crash three changed our perfectly planned lives forever.
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As we approach, I realize it’s a private celebration of some sort, and I pray we won’t be noticed. As the music gets louder and the flame rises higher, we ease our way into the crowd and take a seat on a piece of driftwood facing each other. As sparks fly into the night sky, I notice Marleigh watching them. “What are you thinking about?” I ask. “Have you ever thought about what happens to those embers?” “They burn out?” I say unsure of where this is going. “Yeah, but I can’t help but feel like that roaring fire when I’m with you. You probably think I’m crazy since it’s only been a week,” she says while covering her face with her hands as if she’s embarrassed. Taking her face in my hands, I raise her eyes to mine. “Mar, I don’t think you’re crazy. In fact, I feel the same way.” “You do?” “Yes, but we aren’t like the embers. When this week ends, it will be a beginning for us.” “How can you say that? You’re going to be like twenty hours away or somethin’.” “More like nine, but who’s counting.” As a smile crosses her face, I’m happily caught off guard when she crashes her lips into mine. Our kiss heats up like the fire beside us and my heart soars like the sparks into the sky.
Casey Peeler grew up in North Carolina and still lives there with her husband and daughter.
Growing up Casey wasn't an avid reader or writer, but after reading Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neal Hurston during her senior year of high school, and multiple Nicholas Sparks' novels, she found a hidden love and appreciation for reading. That love ignited the passion for writing several years later, and her writing style combines real life scenarios with morals and values teenagers need in their daily lives. When Casey isn't writing, you can find her near a body of water listening to country music with a cold beverage and a great book.
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Markus Reeves is sucking. Big-time. Toiling away on a minor-league hockey team hundreds of miles away from home, he's watching his dreams of an NHL career fade away. Add in the lingering guilt he has over the dramatic demise of his relationship with college girlfriend, Mekena, and he's a mess on and off the ice.
But the family of his heart, the Sinclairs, won't let Markus suffer any longer. When he arrives himself back in Nashville for a trial run on the Assassins, it feels like his life may be making a turn for the better. If only he could get Mekena to forgive him...
Mekena Preston has been hurting since fleeing Nashville following the horror of Markus's betrayal with her sister. Now a professional photographer, Mekena finds herself in the same place at the same time with Markus to celebrate Lucy and Benji Paxton's wedding. Neither of them has been able to move on—and they're starting to wonder if they really want to.
They're headed for a face-off at the altar unless they can confront their past and unearth the truth about what really happened on that fateful night.
Watching as Elli crossed the ice, saying hi to everyone she passed, Mekena knew she had to go. Standing, she wobbled a lot, but she still made it to the entry to the ice. She could do this. It wasn’t that hard. Just like walking—on water. No big deal. Oh, God, she was going to die, and everyone was going to see it. Swallowing hard, she stepped out on the ice and figured she could ride the side of the boards to him. Elli was already there, gushing over the kids and kissing all over the guy Mekena assumed was her nephew. And holy hot genes. Dark hair, bright blue eyes, and a jawbone that could slice the ice. He was beautiful, just like his uncle and his momma. Tall, too, and thick. Obviously a hockey player. That should have given her a little more confidence to skate over there, but instead, her fingers dug into the siding as she slowly made her way toward them. When Elli looked up, Mekena let go of the sides and waved. “I’m a little slow. I’m coming!” Elli said something to Ryan, whose eyes lit up when he looked over at her. As he detangled himself from the kids that were trying to climb him like a wall, she figured he was coming to help. Oh, no, that was embarrassing. No, she could skate. She had it! Letting go of the siding, she went with ease. And at first, things were good. She was skating! But as well as it was going, it suddenly went very bad. She felt her knee bend funny and then her body start to fall. And as the ice came into view, she let out a cry, waiting for the ice to break not only her glasses but her nose too. Maybe her teeth. But she didn’t fall. No, instead, someone had her by her hips, pulling her up and to her feet. “Whoa there, girlie. I thought you knew what you were doing?” Markus. Everything inside her went hot. Not from embarrassment but from pure, burning desire. Trying to catch her breath, she looked up at him, his eyes so dark, his mouth so close to her cheek as he smiled. Crap. Crap on a cracker. “Markus.” “Yup, it’s me,” he said, grinning as he stood her on her feet. “Saving your life.”
My name is Toni Aleo and I’m a total dork. I am a wife, mother of two and a bulldog, and also a hopeless romantic. I am the biggest Shea Weber fan ever, and can be found during hockey season with my nose pressed against the Bridgestone Arena’s glass, watching my Nashville Predators play! When my nose isn’t pressed against the glass, I enjoy going to my husband and son’s hockey games, my daughter’s dance competition, hanging with my best friends, taking pictures, scrapbooking, and reading the latest romance novel. I have a slight Disney and Harry Potter obsession, I love things that sparkle, I love the color pink, I might have been a Disney Princess in a past life… probably Belle. … and did I mention I love hockey?
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Nina can’t let herself fall in love with the man she’s going to marry. Both of them have experienced the sting and sham of love and have no intentions of falling victim to it twice. Love is expensive—hate is free. Three years. A million dollars. A solution to both of their problems. They planned it all, from the story of their first meeting to the date of their divorce. Nothing could go wrong. But what they didn’t consider was chemistry, and Nina and Max have no shortage of it. After too many near-kisses, Nina convinces herself that hating Max is better than loving him, and the more she gets to know this soon-to-be-husband of hers, the more she discovers just how very much she truly, madly, and deeply . . . hates him. This isn’t a love story. This is the other kind.
“Okay. So how do you think this is going?” Max tipped the broom handle between us. “You and me?” My forehead pinched together. “You and me the plan? Or you and me the surprise?” Max’s brow answered my question. “And this topic is what you consider not-so-deep?” I nudged him and moved to finish stocking syrups. “All I’m looking for is a simple estimation. Since we were just talking about school, give us a grade for how you think this is going.” “A grade? Like A, B, C, D, F?” “Exactly like that.” I shook my head. “Did you have a rough day at work today? Lose an Olympic-size swimming pool of money or something? Are you needing your daily ego stroking to come from somewhere else today?” When I glanced back at him, I found Max leaning into the door he’d relocked, arms crossed and waiting. “Our relationship is unique,” he said. “Intricate. I’m asking not because I need my ego stroked, but because I care. If I need to make some changes, I’m willing to. Anything you need, whatever you want, that’s what I’ll give you. But first, I have to know how I’m doing.” If a man could get a woman pregnant from a piercing stare and a collection of words, I’d just gotten myself good and knocked up. With twins. “You know how it’s going,” I said, trying to focus on the syrups instead of what—or who—I wanted to focus on. “I know how I think it’s going. I’d like to know how you think it’s going.” My mouth went a little dry. Having these kinds of talks was hard for anyone—they were next to impossible for me. “Well, you haven’t gone and confessed your undying love or scared the hell out of me by asking me to be your baby mama, so you’re keeping your promise to take it nice and slow.” When he gave a mini bow, I rolled my eyes. “Not to mention you aren’t too shabby in the sack, you don’t leave dirty dishes in the sink, and you share the remote well.” Max’s face went flat. “Not too shabby?” “Oh, please. You know how good you are. Stop fishing for compliments.” A flush crept up my neck as I thought of the most recent evidence to support that theory. A slow, crooked smile spread across his face. “I want a grade.” “Like comprehensive? Or broken down by category?” I was stalling, and Max knew I was stalling. “You’re making this way too difficult,” he grumbled. “An A minus,” I said abruptly. “I’d give you an A minus.” “Why not an A plus?” I kept my head turned so he couldn’t see my smile. Only Max Sturm would be outraged by an A minus. “Because there’s always room for improvement. And I wouldn’t want it to go to your head, that’s why not an A plus.” The door creaked when he shoved off of it. He made no move to tame the way he was checking me out, leaning into the counter as I organized the syrups. “Something’s definitely going to my head.” My gaze roamed his zipper region. “I was talking about the one north of your neck.” “And I’m talking about the one at the end of my dick. My, at present, hard dick, thanks to you.” He came up behind me, fitting himself against my backside as his hands moved around to work on my jeans. “Max,” I protested, my eyes closing a second later when his dick nuzzled deeper into my backside. “Nina. I’m taking your body. Here. Now.” His chest pressed into my back as he lowered my zipper. “Accept that so we can move on to the next part.”
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: Savage Savior
Series: Savage People Book 3
Author: Charleigh Rose
Genre: Dark Erotic Romance Standalone
“Um. There are no words. None. Because holy crap was that book everything I thought it would be and more.” - Tongan Book Lover “OMFG Charleigh Rose you guys are some dirty bitches! I FLOVE Carter!!!! He is MINE I don't care what anyone says.” - Reader Review “I loved this book couldn't put it down,was so worth the wait.” - Reader Review
Love. It's a strange thing, isn't it? It can make you. Break you. Take you to places you've never been before. I know what they say about him. What he does for the Irish mafia in New York. But the thing is, love is blind. It binds. And now, we're bound for life.
Charleigh Rose is a secret duo of romance authors who teamed up for the sake of fun, sexy smut. Our philosophy: 1. Our heroes should always be so alpha, you won't be able to read them in public.
2. Heroines will always be sassy, strong and take zero sh*t from their men.
3. Taboo, dark, twisted, weird, bizarre and original. We won't give you what you've already seen a million times before.
4. The sex will be explicit, hot, smutty, and completely insane. Make sure your door is locked and you have a toy around when you read us. We're dedicated to fulfilling your fantasies and to having fun with each other. We created this pen name so we can play around with our readers and each other (naughty naughty). Buckle up and join the ride!
Always His (Crazed Devotion #1)
Contemporary Standalone
It isn’t always as easy as it sounds. Becoming a Marine had been Ryker’s dream, but that dream faded when it led to losing the one girl who held his heart. Returning to Alabama after being gone for more than five years was going to be hard, but he couldn’t continue to live without her. His world seemed empty and there was only one thing that could heal that void. Find Nicole… Beg for her forgiveness… And never let her go again. She would always be his...
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Title: Southern Boys Trilogy
Novels: Forgiving Reed, Finding Gavin, Loving Colt
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Forgiving Reed – Book #1
Kori suffered a great loss, one that left her feeling so desolate and alone, that she believed nothing would ever fill the void…
The only thing that kept her going was the one little piece of joy she still had in her life, her baby boy, Rhett. She had no choice but to move forward and give her son the best life she could. Which meant moving back home. Except there was one problem.
Home was where Reed would be…
The man who once held her heart, then shattered it into a million pieces.
Grieving the loss of Rhetts dad, and learning to forgive those who have betrayed her, Kori was battling it all. But will she ever have the strength to forgive Reed?
Finding Gavin – Book #2
Gavin was a broken hearted cowboy from Savannah...
The one she fell for even though he tried to warn her away. Maria's entire life had been one rejection after another, always going after things that were just out of reach. Gavin was no exception.
She wanted him, so desperately...
But life had a way of making things unattainable, at least for her anyway. Just when things began to change, once again the darkness glooms, and Maria finds that her happy ending is again...
Unreachable.
Loving Colt – Book #3
Alexis and Colt never planned on crossing paths.
Alexis and her three year old daughter were running from their past and Colt was looking for his future. Neither planning to find salvation in one another.
One night changed it all…
And they had no hope of ever being the same again. Finding a way to make things work, when it feels like everything is against them, is something they will have to work hard to overcome. Will Colt be strong enough to handle Alexis' past?
Or will it be too much?
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Title: Key West Anthology
Novels: Unpredictable, Inevitable,
Uncontrollable, Undeniable
Have you ever wished for a moment that you could pretend to live the life of someone else? Escape the harsh reality that your own is anything but perfect?
Quinn Tucker had always been forced to put her own needs last. With an absent father and a mother who drowns herself daily in a bottle of Rum, there was no other option.
Jett Jameson was the distraction Quinn needed, even if it was just for one night. A void filler, and a chance for a moment to allow herself to feel something other than emptiness. He wasn’t what she expected. But now it was too late, there was no turning back.
Nothing would ever be the same…
INEVITABLE – BOOK #2
Harper Jameson, had built the necessary walls to keep her heart safe. Never again would she allow herself to become weak and vulnerable. Confident and full of attitude was a mask she wore that many fell for…
Except Easton Black. He was equally confident, cocky and knew what he wanted. And things he wanted rarely escaped his grasp. He was immune to the façade Harper had created.
She was Intriguing.
It was Inevitable and Harper could sense that there was no way out. Easton Black would no doubt be the man who could change everything.
People aren’t always as strong as they appear to be on the outside…
UNCONTROLLABLE – BOOK #3
Avery Nolan’s father has never been a part of her life. As a result, she finds herself becoming a caretaker. Always trying to please other people, willing to tuck her own concerns aside for the happiness of others. She is selfless.
On the outside, it appears Kade Thomas has it all, but no one can understand the guilt and ache he feels daily. He is haunted by his past. Every time he closes his eyes, he finds himself reliving the same nightmare, over and over again. He blames himself for the loss of Jenna. He pushed her too far and she paid the price.
Avery saw something special in Kade, from the first day she met him—she could feel it. But the darkness that consumes him is…
Uncontrollable.
Will she finally be the one to break down the walls he’s built around his heart and soul? Or will she find some walls are just Indestructible…
UNDENIABLE – BOOK #4
Family meant everything to Jude Calvert. He would do whatever it took to keep them safe and provide for them no matter what it took to make that happen. Even if that meant putting his own safety at risk, he had no other choice.
Callie Raine has always felt a heavy attraction toward Jude. He was fascinating.
He was undeniable. She knew there was so much more to him than he allowed anyone to see. But she was a headstrong woman and feeling weak was something she wouldn’t allow. Except when it came to Jude.
However, when Jude is hit with the unexpected and forced to rely on others, Callie realizes he doesn’t take weakness easily. He becomes even more withdrawn. More angry.
Will he finally give in and learn to lean on those who care? Or will he push them beyond the point of no return and once again be left to face his obstacles alone?
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C.A. Harms is like any other addicted reader. She enjoys happy endings and HEA love stories. She hasn't always been a lover of Romance and had once been addicted to a good Mystery. Just recently she has taken on a new liking and now is a full blown Romance novel addict.
She lives in Illinois and enjoys spending time with her husband and two children. You will always find her with her kindle or paperback in hand as it is her favorite pass time.
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With a sculpted body of jailhouse tattoos and a chain of successful gourmet donut shops, Thorne Avery is a study in contradictions. Wearing handmade suits while riding his favorite Harley, Thorne has kept his heart on lockdown and thrown away the key. CeeCee Baldwin is done with upheaval and heartache. She just wants to be left alone to enjoy her mundane existence. Book boyfriends, the promise of a quiet weekend and the intense pleasure of eating two of the most scrumptious gourmet donuts on the planet are her Friday night highlights. When Thorne catches a glimpse of this lush, exotic beauty standing at the counter of his flagship store, his walled off heart takes a direct hit. And the more he gets to know this sassy, irresistible woman, the more he knows he has to have her. But when Thorne’s former life and CeeCee’s past come crashing together, how can one obsessed hero overcome such insurmountable odds? Authors warning: A felon, some donuts and a sassy heroine who’s not afraid to drop the F bomb come together in this love-at-first-sight, moves-at-the-speed-of-light sexy romance. It’s a quick ride full of sexy times that will have you licking your fingers and wiping your chin. No cheating, alpha hotness and always a happy ending. Next please!
There is a beauty in every sunrise. But this morning, it holds no sway. In my arms is the sun, the moon and the stars. “Breathe, babygirl.” I stroke her slowly as her body shakes and keens under me. The bliss that engulfs me when she cums is better than any orgasm I’ve ever had for myself. She is my muse. Her pleasure is mine in more ways than I can explain. Her inner muscles undulate and clamp down on me, my balls heavy with the cum that will only ever be hers. I’ll never waste a drop. It will be on her, in her or swallowed by her. Her eyes roll white as the last of her climax pushes me to my own edge and I cum hard. I think every orgasm with her is the best I’ve ever had, and yet somehow she tops each one with the next. We’ve been at it all night. She passed out once when I ate her for a marathon session, and I lost count of how many times she came. I sucked and swallowed every drop and kept going, pushing her for more. “Fuck.” It’s all I can say as I collapse on her back. Fucking her doggy style set me so deep, I want to plug her up and keep my cum inside her even though I now know my seed is rooted in her belly. “Thorne…” My name on her lips as she melts into the bed, spent because of the pleasure I’ve given her, is the pinnacle moment of my life.
“Yeah, baby.” I’m breathing hard myself, the cardio workout she’s just given me will set me up for the week. Looking down, golden orange sunlight is striped across her body as it streams through the blinds on the window from the ocean side of the room. “How do you do that, Thorne? Just when I think I can’t cum anymore, you make me do it again. I’m glad my dad has an extra wheelchair, because you will be pushing me around in it today and explaining to him why that is.” We both laugh as I retreat from her wet heaven and settle her next to me Her thighs are quivering and soaked down to her knees from her own sweet juice and my cum. And it’s beautiful. I kiss her neck and feel her soften as I pull her back into my body, wishing we could stay like this forever.
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I’m going to show her how good it can be to get dirty… Josephine Moving to a small town for a new job was the only thing I should be focused on. But the first time I see Gabe, all of that goes out the window. He’s the owner of a garage in the town I now call home, and picturing the filthy things he’d do to me with those grease-stained hands fills my head. The way he looks at me makes me feel like a woman, like he’s undressing me with his eyes … like he could teach me a thing or two about what a real man does with a woman in his bed. I don’t care if being with him is fast or sudden. I want him to devour me. Gabe The first time I lay eyes on Josephine, I know she’ll be mine. I won’t stop until she is. I want to get my dirty hands all over her. I want to make that creamy pale skin of hers dark from grease, and red from holding onto her. And I’ll do all of that, because there’s no way I’m backing off, not until I know I have her. Warning: You like filthy and insta-love? Well, this story is full of it. If you’re into a hero who knows how to handle his woman, and a heroine who’s all about tall, dark, and dirty, you better hang on because this story will most definitely give you whiplash.
I left the bathroom, my focus on the ground, my thoughts on the crazy things I was feeling. I slammed right into someone and assumed it was Gabe from the way he cupped my arms and the low, masculine grunt that left him. But when I looked up, it was some random guy. He was young, maybe fresh out of high school. He smelled like middle school though, like that eighth grade Cool Water aroma that wasn’t bad but also brought back those awkward adolescent memories.
“Sorry,” he said, a grin already in place. “You new here? Just passing through?” I didn’t want to be rude, but I also didn’t want to small talk with some random guy about whether or not I was new in town. It might have been some cheesy pickup line, or he could have been trying to genuinely be nice. Either way, I wasn’t in the right headspace for it. He still had his hands on my arms, but before I could move away or even respond to his question, I saw Gabe step up behind him. Gabe was a whole head taller than this guy. “You got somewhere else to be,” Gabe said, not phrasing it like a question. The guy turned around, and the expression on his face told me he was annoyed. “Excuse me—” But that last word kind of hung in the air between them when he saw Gabe. “I’m sure you got something else to do than speaking with Josephine,” Gabe said. He crossed his big arms, this easy but also serious expression hanging over him. “Hey, Gabe,” the guy said. Okay, they clearly knew each other. “I didn’t know she was yours,” the guy said, holding up his hands. There was no weirdness between them. But there was this dominance coming from Gabe. The guy ended up leaving, and I stood there wondering what in the hell had just happened. “Ready?” Gabe said as if that little exchange wasn’t weird as hell. He went to leave, but I felt myself rooted to the spot.
“What was that?”
He stopped and looked over his shoulder. “What?” He turned fully around then. “That…that…” I was at a loss for words right now. He’d been marking his territory. That’s what it had certainly seemed like. But that couldn’t be. I hardly knew him. And would a man be possessive of a woman he just met? He hadn’t even hit on me, and aside from a few looks I’d seen him throw my way, he’d seemed indifferent toward me. He lifted a dark eyebrow. “That was what?” I didn’t know, so instead of saying anything, I just opened and closed my mouth. “Come on,” he said, his voice deep. I found myself following him out of the diner, across the parking lot, and when I had my hand on the door handle, I finally found my voice. “That was fucking ridiculous.” I surprised even myself with the words that spilled out of my mouth. Gabe had my door already opened, but he was on the driver’s side, waiting. When I spoke, he shut his door and walked around the truck to where I stood. “You think so?” I nodded, crossing my arms over my chest. “Yeah, I do. You don’t even know me.” he had the passenger side door closed a second later, and placed his hands on either side of me. He moved close, his big body pressed almost to mine. I had my hands hanging at my sides, my throat tight, my breath stalling. “What are you doing?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper. “What does it look like I’m doing?” He glanced down at my mouth. I swallowed the lump in my throat. “It looks like you’re invading my personal space.” And he was, really invading it, but the thing was I wanted more of it. I felt hot, a flush stealing over me, making my heart beat faster and my palms sweaty. He smelled so good too. Gabe smelled like a real man. All man. “You don’t want me this close?” he asked, his voice low, the hint of a question hanging between us. “Or maybe you do like it.” He pressed his body flush with mine, hard to soft. He was all lines, masculine dips, sinew, and precise muscle.
“I don’t even know you,” I managed to say again, but it was clear, even to me, that not knowing him intimately didn’t mean a thing. I didn’t care that there were probably people staring at us, that we looked like a couple about to get it on. God, I’d like to get it on. “What do you want to know about me?” he asked, his focus on my eyes now. “I’ll tell you anything you want.” I believed he would. “For starters, I don’t know your last name.” “Dressin,” he said without missing a beat. “Or your age—” “Thirty-five.” He fired that answer back at me, his gaze on my lips again. I couldn’t help but lick them. A guttural groan spilled from him, and I felt myself get wetter, felt my panties become soaked for this man. When he slowly lifted his eyes to mine, he was heavy-lidded, his arousal clear. It was like our lust for one another bounced between us. I absorbed his, he absorbed mine, and together it was so intense we were saturated with it. “What are you doing?” I asked again, but this time in a barely there whisper. He didn’t speak for a second, but the look he gave me screamed one word. Mine.
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Title: Vicious
Series: Sinners of Saint #1
Author: L.J. Shen
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 3, 2017
Emilia
They say love and hate are the same feelings experienced under different circumstances, and it’s true.
The man who comes to me in my dreams also haunts me in my nightmares.
He is a brilliant lawyer.
A skilled criminal.
A beautiful liar.
A bully and a savior, a monster and a lover.
Ten years ago, he made me run away from the small town where we lived. Now, he came for me in New York, and he isn’t leaving until he takes me with him.
Vicious
She is a starving artist.
Pretty and evasive like cherry blossom.
Ten years ago, she barged into my life unannounced and turned everything upside down.
She paid the price.
Emilia LeBlanc is completely off-limits, my best friend’s ex-girlfriend. The woman who knows my darkest secret, and the daughter of the cheap Help we hired to take care of our estate.
That should deter me from chasing her, but it doesn’t.
So she hates me. Big fucking deal.
She better get used to me.
Her passion is to write badass stories, sushi, UFC and her awesome family and friends (not in this order, though. Obviously, sushi comes before writing. Oh, and also the family part.)
She spend the first half of her twenties traveling the world and is now paying all the fun with extra shifts in front of her MacBook. Feel free to contact her on her Facebook page. She loves to hear from her readers.
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