Title: Mason Wilder
Series: Radical Rock Stars: Next Generation Duet #2
Author: Jenna Galicki
Genre: Adult Contemporary Rock Star Romance
Release Date: August 21, 2019
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She's my best friend's little sister. She's off limits. She's Tessa Blade Garcia, a girl who knows what she wants and isn't afraid to go after it. And now she's after me.
Everything in my life has had a predetermined path. The success of the band had to come first. I’ve
put my feelings on hold long enough. The time is finally right. Mason Wilder is America's most eligible rock star. Now, I'm going to make him mine.
I've known her since the day she was born, but it's taken me 22 years to realize how much I love her. Just when everything seems perfect, my world gets turned upside down, and I need to take sides between people I've loved and trusted my entire life, and someone I never thought I'd see again.
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“In my mind, you were always Lucas' little sister. I never had that eye opening she-turned-into-a-woman moment, until you put that seed in my brain. It was like a curtain was lifted and the opacity was gone. In an instant, you turned into this voluptuous, gorgeous woman that I couldn’t resist. That I wanted. That stirred things inside of me that weren’t there before. I see it all clearly now. Me and you. A drummer and a bassist. We come from the same background. We have the same goals. Our sights are set on the same things. What two people share a better connection than us? You were meant to be in my life." He paused and his expression deflated a little. "My life could have been very different. I could have never known my father. Never known you. Or Lucas. Or any of the Immortal Angel family. I believe I was brought here for a reason. Fate. Fate brought me to you. I love you Tessa Blade Garcia."
She'd waited a lifetime to hear those three little words. They were overwhelming. She had always envisioned her reaction to be one of over-the-top elation. Jump-up-and-down hysteria. But Mason's heartfelt revelation left her exhausted with relief. "Kiss me," she breathed.
His eyes dropped to her lips, and he pulled her closer. His mouth met hers with so much heat she thought she would combust. His mouth was warm and fiery. His lips were fleshy and soft. Gentle. His hands pressed against her back and held her to him, possessively. It was as if every pore in her body woke from a drunken slumber. As if they were waiting, dormant, for Mason to touch her. In a very real sense, they were. Her nerve endings were pulsing. Her heart was thundering. Nothing had prepared her for this moment. A million fantasies couldn't conjure up the rampage of feelings spiraling inside of her. This was really happening. She was kissing the man of her dreams. Right now. It wasn't a fantasy or her imagination, Mason loved her. He finally realized they were supposed to be together.
When their lips slowly parted, she said the words she'd practiced in her head for so long. Only this time she knew they would be returned. "I love you, Mason."
"I love you, Tessa."
The words finally registered, and tears sprung to her eyes while a quivering smile spread across her face. "You love me?"
"I had an epiphany. Everything cleared. Like I had my head in the sand and someone yanked it out and I could see the light of day for the first time. I always said I wasn't interested in settling down or having a steady girlfriend because I was too involved with my music. People thought I was a player. You saw all the headlines, but you knew they weren't true. Anyone who knew me knew I wasn’t like that. Now I realize that I never wanted anyone because it was you. I always said it was the music, but it was you. All along it was you. It was always you.â€
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Jenna Galicki writes in multiple genres including m/m/f, m/f, and m/m. She is predominantly known for her Radical Rock Stars Series. The Prince of Punk Rock (Radical Rock Stars Book 1) was a finalist in the 2015 Bisexual Book Awards.
A native New Yorker, she now resides in Southern California. She's a Rottweiler enthusiast and an avid music buff. When she's not hunched over a computer, you can find her front row at a rock concert.
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Title: Love Block
Series: Love Lock Duet #1
Author: S.M. West
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 22, 2019
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I’m screwed.
Pippa just showed up uninvited with plans of staying the weekend.
I can hardly handle an hour with her, let alone two days.
Despite more than a year of dodging her, nothing has changed.
She’s the only woman I want.
Smart and sexy and bold.
My best friend’s little sister.
Forbidden.
Denying my desire for her is torture.
And she doesn’t make it easy; she wants me too.
The thing is, making her mine means ruining my best friend.
Love Block is the first book in the Love Lock Duet.
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S.M. West writes contemporary romance, romantic suspense, erotica and whatever her heart desires. She spends most of her time juggling a day job, being a mom, wife, and writing. She's a self-professed junkie of many things, including a voracious fan of music, a born wanderer, a wine aficionado and chocolate connoisseur.
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Title: Fast: A Pregnant by the Bad Boy Romance
Series: Burns Brothers #2
Author: Gillian Archer
Genre: Steamy Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 15, 2019
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Family means everything to this tattooed bad boy--good thing since he's about to start his own.
I wanted her the first time I laid eyes on her. But what starts as a fun time, quickly gets serious when the stick turns pink a month later. My life is already chaos with my recently paroled father popping up and the usual drama at the family business building custom motorcycles. Plus our reality show just got picked up for a full season.
But it really hits the fan when I discover that the new woman in my life is the daughter of the President of the West Coast Kings, the baddest motorcycle club in Sacramento--and our biggest client. Think he'll like being called Grandpa?
Life just got hella complicated.
A standalone book in the Burns Brothers series
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I pulled away with a soft laugh. “We better get to the bed before I lose the ability to use my knees.â€
“Lead the way.â€
I rolled my eyes, grabbed his hand, and pulled him toward the bed. Turning, I sat on the edge of the bed and eyed Ryan expectantly. How did I do this again?
Ryan chuckled as he toed off his work boots. They fell to the floor with a thump. “You should see your face right now.â€
“Do I look freaked? Because I feel kinda freaked. I don’t know how to do this. I mean, I’ve done this before—just not this this, ya know?â€
“Hey, hey.†Ryan sat next to me on the edge of the bed. “There’s no right way or wrong way to do this. There’s no game plan or checklist or whatever. We just do whatever feels right, whatever you want.â€
“Okay.†I gave a shuddering sigh as I looked into his gorgeous eyes. “Then I want you to kiss me.â€
“Maybe we should—â€
“No. You said whatever feels right. And it always feels right when you kiss me.†I leaned into him and his arm came around my shoulders and settled in a way that just…felt right. “Please.â€
Ryan groaned. “Christ. You have no idea what it does to me when you bring out the eyes. You could ask me anything, and I’d probably do it.â€
“Then kiss me already.â€
He leaned toward me, his lips hovering over mine, and then he whispered, “As long as you promise to only use your powers for good.â€
“No promises,†I whispered back.
Ryan’s eyes flared and he groaned. “Fuck me.â€
Then his lips covered mine, and I lost the ability to think. All I could do was feel. His amazing lips. The way his hair felt in my hands because I had to hold him somewhere. The way my heart raced when he suckled on my tongue.
Minutes later I was the one tugging frantically at his clothing because I had to feel him. Everywhere.
Ryan’s laugh was husky in my ear and made me want to moan. “I think the only thing hotter than your gorgeous eyes is how eager you are right now.â€
I swung my leg over his hips so I could straddle him. Looking into his eyes, I smiled wickedly.
Ryan cleared his throat unevenly. “Uh, I stand corrected. Apparently you can get way hotter.â€
The power I felt in that moment… The fact that I had this man, this crazy hot guy, so worked up and just willing to do anything that I wanted? I think I could’ve come from that thought alone.
Then I pulled his shirt up and over his head.
Or maybe the view of his hard, tattooed body would send me over the edge.
I ran an appreciative hand over the art covering his chest and arms. The heart on his left pec with “family†written in script. The flamed motorcycle racing down his arm. And the muscles. Sweet baby Jesus, the muscles! He had so many muscles I couldn’t even…
He took advantage of my temporary paralysis and tugged my shirt up and over my head. A reverent expression stole across his face. “Ah, Hope. You’re just…â€
He trailed off in a groan before he took my lips again in a harsh, hungry kiss.
I ached to feel those lips on my nipples. Unconsciously arching toward him, I moaned into his mouth. Finally I couldn’t take it anymore. I reached behind me to unclasp my bra but my fingers were swiftly batted away by Ryan’s. He made quick work of the clasp and then my bra was falling down my arms, baring me to Ryan’s hungry eyes.
“Christ, they’re even more gorgeous than I imagined.†He lifted a hand and cupped the underside of my left breast.
My cheeks heated with his compliment. Or the contact. I didn’t know which. I bit my lip and looked down at where his tanned, calloused fingers held my pale breast. “You’ve been thinking about my boobs for a while?â€
Ryan groaned and brushed his stubbled cheek against my nipple. “All night. And occasionally when I was alone the last few months. I couldn’t get you out of my head after that first night. How you looked. That scent. The way your voice sounded.â€
“And my boobs?†I teased. But still, I was caught by the way he remembered me. I’d had such an impact on him that he thought about me, too?
“There’s no way to get these babies out of my mind.†Ryan murmured as he rasped his cheek against my hard nipple again. Then he finally stopped teasing me and gave what I craved. He captured the tip of my breast in his mouth and suckled hard.
And I melted. I think I groaned or something. I know I burrowed a hand into his hair and held him against me. Like I was afraid he’d try to get away.
Ryan pulled back—as much as my greedy hands would let him—and blew gently on my wet nipple before turning his head and laving attention on my other, poor, neglected tip.
I closed my eyes and let my head fall back as the sensations shrouded me. I wanted more. I wanted deeper. I wanted him all. My thighs clenched and I was seconds away from my second orgasm of the night when Ryan pulled away with a groan.
“Shit, beautiful.†His breath was warm against my shoulder. “You keep grinding on me like that and this show is gonna be over before I even get out of my pants.â€
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Gillian has a bachelor’s degree in mining engineering but prefers to spend her time on happily ever after. She writes the kind of stories she loves to read—the hotter the better!
When Gillian’s not pounding away on the keyboard, she can be found surfing the couch indulging in her latest reality tv fixation, baking something ridiculously tasty (and horrible for her waist line) or snuggling with her husband.
Home is currently in the wilds of Nevada with her amazing husband, ridiculously cute kiddo, and goofy dog.
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Title: Game On
Series: Texas Playmakers #2
Author: Joanne Rock
Publisher: Tule Publishing
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 8, 2019
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He’s home to recover ...and rekindle a romance with his first love.
After a hitting streak propels him onto a major league roster, Nate Ramsey lands on the injured list. The one bright spot in a frustrating summer is returning home to Last Stand, Texas-- until he's tasked with confronting Keely Harper, an old flame whose business is running roughshod over his grandfather’s farm. Nate accepted it when she ended things five years ago, but he won’t overlook a slight to the rest of the Ramseys. What game is she playing?
Keely has always carried the weight of responsibility for her dysfunctional family, so she can’t regret the way she ended things with Nate. Cutting him loose to pursue his dreams was the kindest thing she could have done for a man with talent to take him far beyond Last Stand. Except now he’s back, and the fireworks between them haven’t faded a bit. If she gives into the temptation of a kiss, will she be able to let him go again once his injury heals and baseball wants him back?
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“My grandfather asked me to talk to you,†Nate admitted, looking out the delivery van window to take in the changes around Last Stand in the year since he’d driven through the small downtown. There were some new businesses, but the vats from Outlaw Tequila were still there. The park was still trimmed and pruned, empty now but ready for use when the weather cooled.
“How is Everett?†she asked, glancing his way as she stopped at a crosswalk. They waited for a mother pushing a stroller with one hand and holding a preschooler’s hand with the other. “Everyone was worried about him after the accident this spring.â€
The collision had devastated the town, killing the youngest Delaney, Rose, and her boyfriend. Rose had been just nineteen years old. When he’d heard the news, he’d tried calling his own youngest sister, Lara, who’d left home at around the same age and hadn’t looked back. The number he had for her didn’t work anymore, reminding him how thoroughly she’d cut ties with the family. He shook off those memories and focused on Keely.
“Thank you. He’s doing better,†Nate assured her, appreciating her concern. “Feisty as ever, so I’m sure that’s a good sign.â€
“He’s the one who sent you to talk to me?†Her voice sounded genuinely curious.
“He says you’re growing wildflowers on Ramsey land,†he told her bluntly.
Straightening her shoulders, she reared back in surprise. “Excuse me?â€
“He claims he wanted to prep the ground in the east field to start his fall tomato crop, but that the plot is being used for sunflowers—and not by him.†Nate had stopped by the farm stand this morning, hoping the field manager would tell him something different—that Everett was confused, or there’d been a misunderstanding. But Grant Wilkins had told him the same thing.
“What east field?†Keely shrugged her shoulders. “We both know Harper lands border the Ramsey property. Does he think I’m farming too far on his side? Because I have a survey map of our lands and I double-check it before I work any new grounds for Windy Meadows.â€
“I’m sure you do—â€
“And I’m very respectful of all the borders,†she insisted, clearly offended. Or irritated. “I think highly of your grandfather, Nate, but he couldn’t be more wrong about this.â€
“Should we drive out there?†He hated to inconvenience her, but his grandfather was up in arms about the land poaching. “Maybe if we look at the map together, we can take some photos and get it all sorted.â€
“I don’t need to drive out there.†She shook her head, ponytail swinging as she huffed out a frustrated sigh. “I’ve got a hundred and one things to do today, and none of them involve spending time with you to appease your grandfather.â€
“Okay then.†He turned his attention to the road ahead and ground his teeth, seeing he had wasted his time. “I’ll drive out there myself and see if I can figure it out.â€
She said nothing, but she drummed her short nails on the steering wheel as if there were thoughts brewing.
“What?†he asked, wishing she’d just spit it out.
She drummed for another moment as they turned at the faded old sign for Harper Ranch, a relic from four decades past.
“How will you know what fields are freshly planted, let alone which are tomatoes and which are bluebonnets?†she shot back, her words barbed with the other things she didn’t say.
Like how much she resented him being here.
Or how much she resented him, period.
“I’m sure I’ll think of something,†he told her mildly, unwilling to engage.
He’d ticked her off, but he’d be damned if he’d let her get under his skin. He needed to focus on recovering as fast as humanly possible if he wanted any hope of salvaging his career. That meant he couldn’t get tangled up in a drama with Keely, even though she still enticed him like no woman before or since.
Some relationships weren’t meant to be.
“Is that so?†She tipped her head to one side, as if she needed to see him from another angle.
As if she didn’t believe him.
“Yes. You told me you don’t want to help me sort through it, so I’ll manage on my own.†He was grateful when the old barn came into view, his truck parked between it and the ramshackle farmhouse where she’d grown up.
“Right. But if I recall correctly, that just means you’ll say whatever you think someone wants to hear while going ahead with what you had planned in the first place.†She braked to a fast halt and jammed the van into park before sending him a withering look. “At least these days, I know what to expect from you.â€
Levering the driver’s side door open, she hopped down to the dusty gravel and walked away as fast as her boots would take her. Had he thought she was non-confrontational? Damn.
Time had changed her, apparently.
Nate watched her go a moment too long for him to convince himself that it didn’t matter, his surgical scar throbbing in painful time to the beat of her retreating footsteps.
He’d known that his grandfather was sending him on a fool’s errand, so it hardly came as a shock that Keely hadn’t given him a warm welcome. But since he wasn’t about to let his grandfather set the lawyers on a woman who once meant everything to Nate, he would find a way to smooth things over between them.
Exiting the delivery van, Nate headed toward his truck, reminding himself that no hitter worth his salt let himself get down about the first strike.
He was prepared to go deep in the count. He just needed to dig in.
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Four-time RITA nominee Joanne Rock has never met a romance sub-genre she didn't like. The author of over eighty books enjoys writing a wide range of stories, most recently focusing on sexy contemporaries and small town family sagas. An optimist by nature and perpetual seeker of silver linings, Joanne finds romance fits her life outlook perfectly--love is worth fighting for. A frequent speaker at regional and national writing conferences she enjoys giving back to the writing community that nurtured and inspired her early career. She has a Masters degree in Literature from the University of Louisville but credits her fiction writing skills to her intensive study with friend and fellow author Catherine Mann. When she's not writing, Joanne enjoys travel, especially to see her favorite sports teams play with her former sports editor husband and three athletic-minded sons.
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Title: Saved by Him
Series: Like a Hurricane Duet #2
Author: Kristie Leigh
Genre: NA Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 21, 2019
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I’m always running, hiding to avoid the reality that has become my life. Hunter didn’t deserve the destruction I left in my wake—I just hope it’s repairable.
Because I need him.
I need him to love me like he used to, to make me whole again. To remind me that my reality doesn’t have to be like this.
Most importantly…I need him to save me.
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I'm a feisty redheaded Canadian/American who fell in love with romance novels when my friend Phil bought me a Kindle that hasn't left my side since.
My favorite books to read are anything taboo and super sick and twisted. I'm not sure I will ever write anything dark, but I would love to give it a shot one day.
I live in South Florida with my high school sweetheart and three kids.
I grew up in Burlington, ON, Canada but made the move to South Florida in 2013 and definitely don't miss the snow.
I'm not sure where this writing journey will take me but either way, I know it will be a fun new adventure, and I'm super excited about it.
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Title: Sweetest Obsessions
A Contemporary Romance Boxed Set Collection
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 20, 2019
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24 tempting romances from Sweet to Hot to downright Steamy!
Whether your obsession is Alphas, Bad Boys, Friends (or Enemies) to Lovers, or Second Chance Romance, we’ll feed your addiction with 24 drool-worthy heroes in this sizzling collection. Escape into tales of intrigue, passion, desire, illicit temptations, secret crushes, friendships, love triangles, forbidden royals, and intimate trysts. All while meeting hot bosses, sexy Texans, heart racing musicians, steamy cops, sweetheart restaurant managers, and so much more. You’re sure to find a romance to obsess over as you devour these sweet and scorching pages. Enjoy your favorite authors and gain some new ones in this collection of over twenty mouthwatering stories. Which one will be your sweetest obsession? 
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Jane Blythe & Amanda Siegrist
Kate Kisset Emily Robertson Samantha Morgan Avelyn Paige Phoebe Alexander Megan Matthews Jane Anthony Laura Lee Dylann Crush Kristi Adams Jolie Day Dani René & Jo-Anne Joseph Posey Parks Maddie Wade & India Kells Shannon Nemechek Andy Wayne Renee Lee Fisher Melissa Belle Heather Thurmeier MJ Masucci Michelle Iannarelli KG Reuss & C.M. Lally Victoria Pinder 
Title: Ceifador X
Series: Prison Saints #1.5
Author: Demi Vice
Genre: Dark/Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 13, 2019
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Feared like death, worshipped like light;
He was my breath, and I was poisoned at first sight.
Just as the earth was round, I, Bianca Di Vaio, have always been sick. I’d spent most of my life confined in my room, secluded in my mansion, and off-limits to all the men who worked for my father, the kingpin of Manhattan.
Then one night, I heard his voice.
Antonio Castillo talked like desire but looked like death; dressed in all black wearing a metal skull for a face. He was the deadliest man at my father’s disposal. The Knight who earned the name, Grim Reaper.
Have you ever heard the story about a caged young girl who met her knight in broken armor?
Ceifador X ends with a cliff hanger and will continue in The Knight’s Rose. This book contains steamy, graphic and taboo material between an older man and a younger girl that might be offensive for some.
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Knock… knock knock… knock.
The playful patterned echoed throughout my room. The man doesn’t seem like a monster. I took a step closer to the door. Or a demon. I took another step. Or anything unholy. The space between myself and the door no longer existed.
My eyes dropped to the wiggling door handle. The man said something in Spanish—I think—when the door wouldn’t open.
“It’s locked…†My voice was tiny.
“Hello?†The mystery man's voice was thick and full of another world outside of the mansion, New York, or America.
“Hi.â€
Silence filled the void between us until he cleared his throat. “You can open the door. I don’t bite.†His voice was cunning as if he had a smile on his face. Or at least, I hoped.
I laughed nervously. “No, I can’t. But you can.â€
“What?†He was confused until he noticed the three locks on his side of the door. Click. He unlocked the first. “Why… why are you locked inside?†he questioned, his words close to one another.
“Because unlike you, I bite,†I joked. Probably not the best time, but he laughed. A sound so rich and thrilling it made my head rush.
This man didn’t sound dangerous, not even the slightest.
Click.
My stomach plummeted to the ground.
“What’s your name, gorgeous?†he asked before turning the last lock.
My cheeks crimsoned, and I introduce myself. “Bianca.â€
“Beautiful name.â€
I nodded wildly, and I took a step back, preparing for him to open the door. “What’s yours?â€
“Antonio. Why are you locked inside?†he asked again, this time hoping for a straight answer.
“I’m sick,†I confessed, playing with the drawstring of my baby pink plaid pajama pants which were far too large for me even in the smallest size they came in. “But it’s not contagious,†I reassured.
“I’m drunk,†he confessed. “And it’s contagious… when you have a bottle.â€
I smiled so hard I thought my face was going to split in two. No wonder his words were a little put together.
“Are you going to open the door?â€
He let out a long, heavy sigh I wished so badly I could feel against my face.
“I shouldn’t, shouldn’t I, Bianca?â€
My heart skipped.
“Say it again,†I begged.
“What?†He chuckled uneasily.
“My name. Say my name again.†It came out bratty.
Antonio said nothing.
“Sorry, sorry. I guess that was weird. Sorry.†I cringed at my behavior.
That's what I got for my little to no people skills. I never thought before I spoke or acted. I took another step back from the door, from the man behind it, feeling like we needed space. Because apparently, the door between us wasn’t enough.
“No, it wasn’t… Bianca.†He spoke my name like it was made for his lips, leaving my cheeks rosy and red.
I bit the tip of my tongue and glared at the doorknob.
Just one more click, I thought.
“Why are you locked inside?†Antonio asked, again.
I was going to give him the same answer as before until I thought about the question.
“Because I try to escape.â€
“Escape?â€
I nodded, forgetting he couldn't see me. “I try to leave my room. A lot.â€
“Why?â€
“Because I shouldn’t be caged, but I have to be.â€
Antonio hummed, “Where do you escape?â€
“The library. It’s the blue door, in front of the stairs.â€
“So, if I were to open the door, you would try to run?â€
I let out one single nervous giggle, “I won’t get far.â€
Antonio unleashed a soulful laugh I immediately recorded in my head for one of my bad days when I needed a pick me up.
“So, you would try to escape,†he said while laughing.
Not if you come inside.
“Are you going to unlock the door?†I asked again, impatiently.
“Nothing good comes from anything that’s locked,†he hesitated, contemplating his decision to be here.
The truth was, he shouldn’t have been here. I should’ve told him to leave, but I was selfish and wanted the faceless man behind the locked door.
“Dangerous things lie behind locked doors and cages, Bianca,†his tone, dark.
I heard Antonio take a step back, and I quickly moved forward. I didn’t want him to leave. I wanted the last click, the turn of the handle, and the eyes of a man my father claimed to be evil.
“That’s not true.â€
“Oh, really?â€
“Our hearts are behind a cage. Does that make them dangerous?â€
If it was possible to hear a smirk, I heard it.
“Like you wouldn't believe. The heart is the most dangerous part of a human, Bianca.†He took another step back. “Talvez você seja ingênuo e jovem demais para entender.â€
That wasn’t Spanish.
“What language was that?â€
“Portuguese. I'm Brazilian.â€
“What did you say?â€
“Perhaps you're too naive and too young to understand.â€
His words hit me, hard. I was too much of everything that proved I’d grown up in a cage.
Too naive and wise.
Too young and dying.
Too caged and lost.
“I’m not dangerous, Antonio. I promise you.â€
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She enjoys reading Edgar Allan Poe, cooking medium-rare steaks, and trying to relax by doing yoga and drinking green tea.
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Title: Just Breathe Again
Author: C.A. Harms
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 13, 2019
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I had it all. Truly, I had the perfect life. One filled with happiness and love where the bright smiles of my gorgeous wife and my beautiful daughter greeted me every day. I was a lucky man…
Until I lost it all.
Sometimes, when I close my eyes, I can still see them. My two angels still shining with their never-ending beauty. But those visions always lead me to darkness…
The moment when I find myself alone again. The pain is real and the emptiness inside me only grows with each passing day.
Time will heal me, they say. But they’ve never lived through the loss I have. They’ve never felt the excruciating pain of what it means to have your heart shattered into a million pieces.
They don’t know the guilt I carry.
Sometimes I wonder why I even bother waking up every morning. But if I let go, I let go of them. And their memory is all I have left.
I know I need to move on. I know it’s time to Just Breathe Again…
The problem is I don’t know where to start.
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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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Title: The Prince's Baby
Author: Mckenna James
Genre: Contemporary/Royal Romance
Release Date: August 19, 2019
Blurb
Allison is carrying a secret more valuable to the royal family than gold.
Allison
The Prince’s baby is kicking in my belly, but as much as I love the man, I don’t dare let him know.
When I met Crown Prince Sebastian, he swept me off my feet with his irresistible charm and gorgeous green eyes. Not to mention those broad, sexy shoulders that would one day carry the needs of an entire country upon them.
But a powerful enemy of the Crown conspires to keep us apart, and to ensure the Prince’s reputation, I’m forced to abandon the only man I’ve ever loved.
When I look into my baby’s eyes, I see his father, and I can’t help but fall in love with the man all over again.
Sebastian
As soon as she won our first verbal sparring match, I knew Allison was the woman for me.
Being a Prince, it was rare for someone to stand up to me. But Allison was different. She was as strong and intelligent as she was beautiful, and I knew I had to make her mine.
We were so happy, but now that she’s disappeared, I’ll use all my resources to find her and bring her back where she belongs.
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Mckenna James is the pen name for a collaborative writing duo who share an addiction to sweet tea and a love for wealthy, attractive men.
Since they don’t know enough devastatingly handsome men with boatloads of cash to spare, they decided to create some. They specialize in fairytales for today’s world featuring modern princes and heroines who speak their minds and carve out happily ever afters on their own terms.
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Title: Pacific Blue
Author: Kristina Luckey
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 14, 2019
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Art first. Love later…or so she thought.
Sea life sculptor Piper Diaz is tired of being pressured to conform. She is never marrying, joining her family’s investment firm, or moving from her tiny industrial loft. Her sole focus is getting her artwork shown. And screw anyone who’s told her to drop the hobby. Nothing will stop her now that Pacific Blue Fine Art Gallery has agreed to show her sculptures. Things are finally going her way…
That is until entrepreneur and businessman Alex Hutton purchases the gallery and has zero interest in unknown artists. He gives her a choice to work for him or quit.
Alex has sunk all his money into reimagining Pacific Blue and turning it into a premier gallery. He won’t be distracted and certainly not by the beautiful Latina glaring at him. Still, there’s something about Piper he can’t shake, regardless of his heart-shattering past. Pacific Blue must open in a month or he loses everything. Working alongside Piper might just cause him to lose his heart along with his investment.
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Kristina writes multi-layered stories with characters that stay with readers long after the words The End. Her first work of women’s fiction A Forgiving Heart received honorable mention for a novel excerpt in the Soul-Making Keats Literary Competition sponsored by the National League of American Pen Women. Her contemporary romance novels Pleasure Cove and Pacific Blue promise the same emotional read, stunning California settings, along with strong, sassy heroines and heroes who will steal your heart.
A California native, Kristina shares her love of the Golden State with readers through setting and culture in a series of contemporary romance novels. When she isn’t writing, she is exploring her state, traveling, looking for the best eats (she’s a major foodie), and spending time with her family.
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Title: Hush Hush
Author: Lucia Franco
Genre: New Adult College/Erotic Romance
Release Date: August 14, 2019
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I knew the rules.
Never reveal my true identity.
Play the game, give the illusion.
Don’t get close to the clients.
The dark and glamorous lifestyle of the rich and shameless open my eyes to a lavish world of sin and wealth, and a man I can’t have.
A man I desperately want—James Riviera.
We're treading a fine line as we live the ultimate double life until we make a startling discovery that tests both our loyalties.
I only had to follow the rules, but rules are meant to be broken.
A competitive athlete for over ten years, Lucia Franco currently resides in sunny South Florida with her husband and two boys. Paranormal romance was her first love, but she has a soft spot in her heart for small-town and reunion romance stories.
When Lucia is not hard at work on her next novel, you can find her relaxing with her toes in the sand at a nearby beach.
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Title: Different as Night and Day
Series: Father/Son Duet #2
Author: Leigh Lennon
Genre: Forbidden Romance
Release Date: August 8, 2019
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Like Father Like Son
I laid my husband to rest....
Scott was my world and my future. His love for me transcended the dimensions of time and space—having made provisions for me in the event of his death. He was after all in a war zone and the odds were high he may not come home. But now I can’t help but think about the new man in my life – my husband’s father.
Maguire creates a desire deep inside of me I never knew existed. This is more than lust. I keep on asking myself the same question. Have I fallen in love with him because he's so much like my late husband or because he's his own man? Only time will tell.
After all, you can't choose love, it chooses you.
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Maguire
“I love this place!†she yells over the loud music, asking about my time here with my son, when he was alive. “You and Scott came here, often?†she asks.
“Yeah, many times. It has the best burgers.â€
She’s looking at the menu, her eyes big at the portion size. “You’ll have to roll me out.†Just then, the music lowers a little and we don’t have to yell at each other. When I came to pick her up tonight, she’d been crying. I’ll try to do anything to make her forget what tomorrow truly is.
Our server comes over, kneeling, flirting with me. “You both are a beautiful couple.†Yet, her arm is all over mine.
“Um, listen, bitch, you better step back a bit,†Holland begins because the server thinks Holland is mine, yet, she’s fruitlessly flirting with me.
She smiles at Holland, too. “Oh, honey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to overstep, as a matter of fact, I’d take you both in the mix.†My mouth falls when Holland stops to process all she’s said. “Sorry, honey, I wasn’t coming onto just your husband, I hadn’t gotten to you yet, sugar.†And she winks at Holland. “So, what would you two beautiful people like to drink?â€
After she takes our order, Holland twists her body toward me, and she’s somewhere between hysterics and anger. “Hey, wife?†I ask, going off of the server’s assumptions of us. “You got pretty territorial there,†I tease, loving it, seeing green in her actions.
“Well, she assumed we were a couple and she blatantly flirted with you so I had to stake my fictional claim.â€
“Sure, whatever you have to tell yourself.â€
By the way her jaw is almost sitting on the table, she’s still a little shell-shocked. “Did that just happen?†she asks. I nod yes and she has her phone whipped out so fast. “Wait until I tell Teagan. She’s going to flip her lid. According to her, she’s the only girl who can hit on me.†Even in the absurdness of it all, I’m glad our server has given Holland something worth laughing about. She surely will need it to get through tomorrow.
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Leigh Lennon is mother, veteran and a wife of a cancer survivor. Originally with a degree in education, she started writing as an outlet that has led to a deep passion. She lugs her computer with her as she crafts her next story. Her imaginary friends become real on her pages as she creates a world for them. She loves pretty nails, spikey hair and large earrings. Leigh can be found drinking coffee or wine, depending on the time of the day.
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Title: Not Without You
Series: By Your Side #3
Author: A.P. Watson
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 7, 2019
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I have one rule in life—never fall in love. Sure, I loved my father and my best friend, but being in love with someone? Out of the question . . . It just wasn’t worth the risk. I saw the agony my father went through as my mother’s coffin was lowered into the ground, and he has never fully recovered from the depths of those sorrows. I won’t put myself through the same misery. I can’t.
Instead, I lose myself in my art. As a painter, I push my emotions into the colors I paint with. I usually put my entire being into every single painting, driving my fingers past the breaking point, but lately, my creative well has run dry. For over a year, my mind has taken a creative sabbatical, locking me out of my own reprieve. But everything changed when I met him. One glance into those bright blue eyes had my hands twitching with the desire to paint again.
If I thought remaining friends with my new muse was going to be easy, I was in for one hell of a letdown, because I was falling for him—fast. Handsome as hell, funny, and kind, he was everything I didn’t need, couldn’t have. I needed to remember my philosophy—live a happy, fulfilling life without falling in love. But deep down, I’m beginning to realize such a fate isn’t possible . . . Not Without You.
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Chapter One: White
White. That was the color that reigned supreme in places like this, places promising all the enlightenment that follows a higher education. Frankly, I would rather be surrounded by any other color in the crayon box. Yes, that meant puke green, sunshine yellow, and even the bright orange screaming at us from every inch of campus. In my opinion, anything was better than white. White was the color of a blank canvas, a stark reminder of the creative sabbatical my soul was currently taking.
“Why do you look like your grandma just flipped you off?â€
The sound of Wren’s voice threw me out of my train of thought.
“Because I hate this class. Anything not related to art is a waste of my time.â€
“Yeah, that might be true, but everybody is required to take Probability & Statistics.â€
“And the probability of me passing this class is slim, so as you can see, no further instruction is needed,†I quipped, sticking my tongue out at her.
She flung her long copper locks over her shoulder and plopped in the seat to my left, pulling out a spiral notebook and a green pen. She was feeling sassy today, and that was an incredible sign. If I had to deal with everything she’d been through the past few weeks, I would have curled up in a ball and flipped the world the middle finger. But not Wren. She was a damn force to be reckoned with.
Placing my hand on her arm, I gave it a little squeeze. Instantly, her body stilled. Although I didn’t reveal my thoughts, my gesture meant she could count on me. It meant she wasn’t alone.
“Thanks, babe,†she whispered, setting her hand on my knee. “You’re the best.â€
“Ditto, babe.â€
To my right, I could just make out the form of the hot blond guy who had been staring at me for half the class on Tuesday. Not that I hadn’t done my fair share of staring. My eyes had wandered in his direction more than a couple of times since the start of the semester. After all, no harm ever came from looking. He stepped closer, intent on occupying the empty chair next to me.
“If you’re going to sit there, you’d better have a good handle on what the hell is going on in this class,†I stated. My less-than-stellar performance on our first test meant I needed to get my ass in gear if I had any hopes of making it through this class with my GPA intact.
“You mean you don’t?†he asked, humor evident in his tone. “Because you seem like the type of person who has a handle on everything.â€
I glanced up at him. Most of the time whenever a guy hit on me, I would dismiss them with little more than a wave of my hand. But his comment had more than piqued my interest. His shaggy blond hair and golden skin tone were so much hotter than I remembered. “Oh,†I whispered with a smile, “you’re good.â€
He sat down next to me, sliding a pen out of the pocket of his jeans. “That’s what I hear.†And Hottie was apparently telling the truth, because when he opened his notebook, the first test we took slid out, landing in my lap. “Sorry.†He leaned in my direction.
But I was too quick for him. I grabbed the paper, completely at a loss for words, which was really fucking rare for me. Holy hell. Hottie got a ninety-six? “Look, we got the same grade!â€
Wren snickered at my exclamation, trying her best to keep from laughing, since Professor Leigh had already started passing out the attendance roster.
“Really?†asked Hottie.
“Yeah, if you reverse the numbers on your test, that’s what I got.â€
The bitchy chick who always wore a red headband turned around to glare at me. “Shh,†she spat, holding her finger over her lips.
“Oh, shut up. It’s not like we’re going to use this fucking bullshit in everyday life.†My retort either offended or shocked her, because she scoffed at me before spinning back around. God, I hated that fucking headband.
“That girl annoys the shit out of me,†Wren mumbled.
“Me too, babe.â€
“Eh, she’s just pissed because she got the second-best grade in the class,†Hottie said.
“That seat is yours for the rest of the semester if you want it.â€
“I may hold you to that. And my name is Ryan Evanston, by the way.†He held out his hand for me to shake. Crystal blue eyes met mine—the color so pure and pristine my fingers twitched with the need to recreate it.
Well, fuck.
For some people, sexual dry spells ruled their existence. For me, my artistic dry spell was worse than being stranded in the Sahara without a canteen. Sure, I’d been creating art projects for school, but my desire to paint—to let the world fall away and just create—had been non-existent. Wren believed I was uninspired, and she was probably right. But here, at this moment, all I wanted to do was paint those eyes.
Eventually, I slid my hand into his, noting the warmth radiating from his flesh. “Terayn Andrews.â€
“And you?†he asked, leaning toward Wren.
“Wren Williams,†she answered.
“Nice to meet both of you.â€
“Likewise,†I muttered for both of us.
Professor Leigh droned on for what felt like an eternity. So the guy had his passions, and they all happened to lie within statistics, but that still didn’t warrant the need for him to subject each of us to said passions. Alas, the board of this higher education establishment somehow feels we will benefit from taking a statistics course. And it was a load of freaking bull too.
I tried to concentrate on the sound of Leigh’s voice, but my brain was only capable of withstanding so much torture. I copied down a few notes from the lecture, but my willpower was obliterated by the color periwinkle. My hand had been twitching since I caught sight of those blue eyes. Pulling a few colored pens from my purse, I decided to let my fingers do their bidding.
Line after line flowed together, forming a perfect representation of the human eye. That iris and the multitude of colors it possessed were astounding. I used not one but three different blues in order to capture the intricacy of the hue. And I still wasn’t done. Something about his expression when he had looked at me caught my interest. It needed to be captured too. Now, the drawing had a set of eyebrows to accompany those eyes.
A sharp elbow to my side pulled my attention from the growing portrait in front of me.
“If you keep at it, you’re going to wind up drawing a full portrait,†Wren whispered in my ear.
“What?â€
“And you might want to stop before you get to Hottie’s body.â€
“Fuck,†I muttered, the momentary enchantment his eyes had cast over me finally breaking.
I scrambled to cover the drawing that had now taken up over three-fourths of my notebook paper, but my efforts were too late. Hottie had already caught sight of my sudden artistic breakthrough.
He pointed to my drawing. “You’re really talented.â€
“Thanks. Art major, so I have a bad habit of doodling all the time.â€
“I like it.â€
I swept a strand of hair behind my ear and glanced at the clock. Thank God, this hell pit of a class was nearly over. I was in the middle of straightening my papers when a page full of notes landed right on top of my stack.
I glanced to my right, staring at Hottie, or rather, Ryan. “What’s this?â€
“Notes for today’s lecture.â€
“Don’t you need these?†I asked.
“Not really. This class is almost fun for me. I’m double majoring in corporate finance and business.â€
“Holy shit.â€
He laughed, turning that blue gaze on me. “That’s one way to put it.â€
“Thank you for the notes.â€
“No problem.â€
To my left, I could just make out Wren’s body stiffening. Her phone was clutched in her hands, and she squeezed the plastic case dangerously.
That couldn’t be good. I glanced at her and the phone. A text from Liam lit up the screen.
Fuck that fucking jackass.
Even after all the shit he had pulled on her birthday, he was still trying to fuck with her life. I was just about to throw my arm around her when she stood and bolted from the class. I grabbed my stuff and flew after her, ignoring the astonished stares of our fellow classmates. The moment I reached the doorway, my head turned in either direction. Wren was at the end of the hall, clearly fighting back tears. The girl didn’t cry. In fact, the only time I’d seen her cry—other than at my mother’s funeral—was on her birthday last week when she caught Liam fucking his ex.
I approached her with caution. “Hey, babe. Talk to me about it?â€
She shook her head, water shining in her brown eyes. “I am so over him and all his bullshit! Why can’t he just leave me the fuck alone?â€
Her raised voice garnered a few curious stares. Not thinking, I grabbed her hand and pulled her into what I thought would be an empty room. Instead, we were met with a wall of urinals. Oh well, it would do.
“What is he doing now?â€
“Trying to apologize. As if I would even take his lying, cheating ass back.â€
“The nerve of that fucker.â€
“Hey! This is the men’s restroom!†A guy I’d never seen before held the door open, staring at us in shock.
“Ask me if I care,†I replied, glaring at him with nothing but hatred in my eyes.
“But—†the guy began.
“Find another restroom. This one is occupied.†Hottie from our statistics class loomed over the guy. All right, he wasn’t just another pretty face. He had some nicely muscled arms to back up his threat.
“My mistake.†The guy scurried away a second later.
“Are both of you okay?â€
“Wren?†I questioned in a soft voice.
“Not really,†she replied, her fingers twisting around a long strand of her hair. Her eyes were glued to the floor, but the faint trace of tears still lingered on the curves of her cheeks.
“I see.†He nodded, looking thoughtful as he shoved his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “You guys hungry?â€
“Yeah,†Wren answered.
“I could eat,†I added.
“My Jeep is parked right outside this building. Why don’t I take you guys to get something to eat?â€
I looked to Wren so she would know this was her call.
“Okay,†she muttered.
He held the door open for us while Wren and I filed out of the men’s restroom. The three of us exited the building, stepping out into the overcast day. Yesterday was nearly seventy degrees. Today, it was barely above fifty. I really wished Tennessee would decide what the hell it wanted to do with the weather.
Hottie drove us to a diner not far from campus. I’d always been told not to get in the car with a stranger, but Ryan put off nothing but good vibes. He had opened and closed the car doors for Wren and I, and he even held open the door to the diner. Everything in my gut informed me he was a nice guy.
We slid into an empty booth just as our waiter arrived. He handed each of us a menu and a glass of water before he scurried away, stating he’d be back in a minute to take our order. I sipped on my water, watching Wren out of the corner of my eye.
“Do you have any more classes today?†I asked Ryan.
“Nope. I’m free. What about you two?â€
“I’ve got art history tonight at seven but that’s it.â€
“I’m done too,†Wren stated.
“And you’re an art major. What about you, Wren?â€
“Nursing. I’m still getting a few requirements in now, though.â€
“That’s awesome.â€
“What about you?†she asked. She’d been too distracted by Liam’s earlier message to hear Ryan’s answer in class.
“I’m double majoring in corporate finance and business.â€
“Damn. Guess that explains the A you got on the first statistics exam.â€
“If either of you need help in that class, just ask. I really don’t mind.â€
“Thanks,†she answered.
“I think I’m the only one who really needs the help,†I added.
Wren grinned, nudging me with her shoulder. “Numbers so aren’t your thing.â€
“I’m tragically left-brained.â€
No sooner than the words left my mouth, and our waiter popped up out of nowhere to take our order.
“Alright. What can I get y’all to eat?†He turned in my direction first, awaiting my order.
“I’ll have a burger with a side of onion rings.â€
He jotted down my order. “And for you?â€
“I’ll have two pancakes and a double side of bacon.â€
“Oh, we stopped serving breakfast at noon.â€
Wren’s expression dropped at his words. It was only two in the afternoon. I figured this place served breakfast all day, and she must have too. She picked the menu back up, scanning through the lunch dishes.
“Give her whatever she wants,†Ryan ordered, pulling out his wallet.
“I wish I could, but we stopped serving breakfast two hours ago.â€
Ryan set a fifty-dollar bill on top of the guy’s order pad. “Surely a few pancakes and two sides of bacon won’t be too much trouble, right?â€
“It’s okay! I’ll just order something else,†Wren said.
“Nope, you want pancakes and bacon, and you’ll get it.†Ryan’s voice wasn’t angry, but it did err on the side of being extremely dominant. And I kind of liked it.
“Two pancakes and two sides of bacon it is,†the waiter agreed, scribbling on his pad.
“We really appreciate you being so accommodating,†Ryan stated.
“And for you?†the waiter asked.
“A burger with a side of fries and a strawberry milkshake.
“Okay. I’ll have that out to you as soon as possible.â€
“Thank you,†Ryan answered, collecting all the menus to hand back to the waiter.
“Thank you so much for what you did, but you didn’t need to do it,†Wren said once our waiter was out of earshot.
Ryan shrugged, acting like it wasn’t a big deal. “You seemed like you weren’t having the best day, so it’s the least I can do.â€
“Thank you,†I added, staring into those sapphire eyes.
“It’s nothing.â€
“I really do appreciate it,†Wren replied.
“Happy to help. Besides, what kind of diner doesn’t serve breakfast all day?â€
“I was thinking the same thing!â€
I nodded, completely in agreement with Wren. “I thought it did too. Kind of weird that it doesn’t.â€
“I suppose next time we eat out, it’ll have to be at Street City Grill. They serve breakfast all day.â€
“Bacon should always be served all day.â€
“I agree wholeheartedly.†Ryan smiled at her. “So, how long have the two of you been friends?â€
“Since we were six,†Wren and I answered in unison.
Ryan nodded. “I can tell.â€
“This copper-haired beauty is my number one babe.†I slid my arm around her neck and squeezed tight.
“No boyfriend?â€
“What the hell would I want one of those for?â€
“I don’t mean to put down my own gender, but you’re probably better off without one,†Ryan joked.
“No kidding,†Wren agreed.
“Look, I’m not one to pry, but if you want to talk about whatever has been making your day so shitty, feel free to get it off your chest.â€
“I appreciate the thought.â€
“It’s either about relationship or family troubles. And while I’m well-versed with the latter, I’m also a good listener if you ever need to vent about it.â€
Wren gave him a slight smile. “Thank you. I’ll definitely keep your offer in mind. It might be nice to have a guy’s perspective on everything.â€
“Relationship trouble then,†Ryan muttered more to himself than to Wren and me.
“What was that?†I asked.
“Sorry, I figured it was guy trouble, but I didn’t want to pry.â€
“Oh,†Wren breathed. “Yeah, it is.â€
“Figures. Men are dicks most of the time.â€
“Oh, so you’re gay?†I questioned. The way Ryan had been staring at me in class led me to believe he fell to the charms of the female population, so I couldn’t help but be curious.
I blamed his eyes.
“What?†His eyebrows pinched together as he quickly shifted his attention from Wren to me. “I’m not gay.â€
“If you are, we don’t care. Actually, it will probably make us like you more.â€
“Sorry to burst your bubble, but I like pussy.â€
His reply caught me off guard. Those periwinkle irises held my gaze for a second before tearing through me like a damn power drill. “Um, I-I . . .†What the hell was I even going to say? I was not the type of woman to be at a loss for words, so this development was pretty strange for me. And Hottie’s looks were definitely responsible.
Wren burst into a fit of laughter beside me. “Oh my God! You made her blush! Jesus Christ, Ter, I don’t think you’ve blushed since ninth grade.†She leaned across the table and held out her hand, giving Ryan a high five. “You are crass and awesome! We can be friends.â€
Ryan licked his lips and grinned like the freaking Cheshire cat. “Happy to have your approval.â€
Thank God, my embarrassing moment was cut short by the arrival of our food. Our waiter placed a plate in front of each of us before scurrying away.
“Bacon!†Wren bounced happily as she shoved a strip of crispy goodness into her mouth.
“In the world of Wren, bacon makes everything better,†I explained.
“I can see that. And in the world of Terayn, what makes everything better?â€
Usually, that answer was painting and Wren’s mom making me a chicken pot pie. But with my creative hiatus seeping into every part of my being, I was going to have to settle for baked goods. “Wren’s mom makes the best chicken pot pie I’ve ever had in my life.â€
“So, it makes everything in your life better?â€
“Pretty much.†I shrugged my shoulders and shoved an onion ring in my mouth as I watched Ryan devour his burger. “And what makes everything in your life better?â€
“Foodwise? A burger and fries. Not foodwise, I guess hitting the gym. It’s a good way to burn off steam.â€
“We can tell.â€
Wren snickered beside me, quickly shoving a bite of pancake into her mouth.
“Thank you?â€
“Was that meant as a comment or a question?†I asked Ryan.
“Both, I guess.â€
“Fair enough.â€
We finished the rest of our food, and I couldn’t help but be thankful for the distraction Ryan had given Wren. Her life had been turned upside down, so any excuse to forget the shit storm Liam had brought on her? I was all for it.
Although, the part of my brain continuously stressing about my future career as an artist was thankful for the distraction as well.
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A.P. Watson is a contemporary and paranormal romance author who discovered her love for reading at a very young age due to her rural upbringing. She enjoys a variety of genres and authors, from Jane Austen to Charlaine Harris. When she isn’t reading or writing, she loves to dance. A.P. has been an avid pole dancer for several years and thoroughly enjoys the challenging nature of the sport and the thrill of performing onstage. Professionally, she has worked as a registered nurse for several years, and she graduated with a Master of Science in Nursing in 2019. Her goal is to combine her love for aesthetics and skincare by utilizing her Family Nurse Practitioner certification in the field of dermatology. A.P. currently resides in Johnson City, Tennessee, with her adorable rescue pup, Elle.
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Title: Wrecked by Her
Series: Like a Hurricane Duet #1
Author: Kristie Leigh
Genre: NA Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 7, 2019
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Loving Jules in high school was easy — gentle and natural. But that was eight years ago, before she left town. Before she took off and left my heart shattered.
Now she’s back…with a kid I’ve never met.
A hurricane, that’s what she is — powerful and potentially destructive, yet so thrilling and intense.
If she leaves me wrecked again…I won’t survive.
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I'm a feisty redheaded Canadian/American who fell in love with romance novels when my friend Phil bought me a Kindle that hasn't left my side since.
My favorite books to read are anything taboo and super sick and twisted. I'm not sure I will ever write anything dark, but I would love to give it a shot one day.
I live in South Florida with my high school sweetheart and three kids.
I grew up in Burlington, ON, Canada but made the move to South Florida in 2013 and definitely don't miss the snow.
I'm not sure where this writing journey will take me but either way, I know it will be a fun new adventure, and I'm super excited about it.
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Title: Kiss Me Again
Series: Star Crossed Love #1
Author: Vivian Wood
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 6, 2019
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Once upon a time, I believed in fairy tales.
I thought he was my Prince Charming, even though Grayson was tall, brooding, and from the wrong side of the tracks...
At fifteen, he swept me off my feet.
At twenty, he shattered my heart.
When I finally dried my tears, I became a new person.
Hardened. Untouchable. Impenetrable.
Until one day, like magic, Grayson reappears. All my old scars start to ache.
He’s different, too: haunted. Brooding. Damaged.
We’re both scarred by our past and yearning to escape our present.
He protests my presence even as he kisses me under the starry sky, but it’s no use.
I’m not falling for that again - not for his glances that make me weak in the knees, not for his smoldering touches that make me tingle with need.
He’ll just disappear again, leaving me broken and alone.
That’s why I have to guard my heart - and never, ever fall for Grayson again.
Even though he’s wildly tempting. I can’t forget the way his touch felt, the heat of his lips against my skin.
And I know what we could be together… if he doesn’t shatter my heart again.
Grayson and I are star crossed. Our lives are chartered for two separate courses.
And yet even the stars fall sometimes...
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I dip my paddle into the lake, testing out how it works.
“No, no,†Grayson says. “You are doing it wrong. You want to go with the water. Look…â€
He picks up his own paddle and dips it in the lake, moving it smoothly. I try to copy his movement, but he just sighs loudly.
“No.†He demonstrates again. “You are going against the water. If you expect to get anywhere—â€
“Alright!†I say through gritted teeth. “It’s my first time. Just let me—â€
I stroke my paddle in the water. Grayson explodes.
“You still aren’t doing it right! How hard can it possibly be to follow instructions?†He grabs the end of my paddle, exasperated. “Just—â€
“Let go!†He’s pushing me close to the edge. I can feel my temper starting to balloon up. Gripping my paddle, I rip it from his hands.
Anger flares in his eyes. “You are so—â€
“What is your problem, Grayson?!â€
He’s already got a response loaded. “You are my problem! What in the fuck are you even doing here, Rachel?â€
“I could ask you the same thing, but you would probably not have an answer,†I grind out. “Again. I generally don’t like to repeat my mistakes.â€
He bristles. “Are you saying that I was a mistake, then?â€
I narrow my eyes. “That’s not what I meant, but… yes. My mother’s right about you.â€
As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I wish I could take them back. My mother said a lot of hideous things about him while we were together. How is he supposed to know that I’m referencing something she said when he was already gone?
Grayson gets this wounded look in his eyes for the barest second. Watching it is like being slapped in the face.
“I didn’t mean—â€
“Enough.†He glares at me. “Just use your fucking paddle like a normal person, okay?â€
He stands up and carefully turns around, so that he’s facing away from me. He dips his paddle in the water and starts rowing wordlessly. I mimic him and he switches to the other side of the canoe with a heavy sigh.
We actually move pretty quickly then, especially since we are not communicating. I realize that I probably should have stopped back on the shore for a sample of water, but I guess we can stop on the return journey.
I try to breathe and paddle in time with Grayson’s mighty strokes. As we leave the shore behind us, I look up at the calm blue sky overhead. Except the sky isn’t blue exactly; it’s light gray now, thunderclouds gathering overhead.
Struggling to keep up with Grayson, I watch the sky darken. It’s definitely about to rain. As soon as I can see the shore on the other side, I see raindrops begin to hit the lake’s smooth surface.
“Shit,†I hear Grayson grumble.
Digging my paddle into the water deeper doesn’t help as much as I want it to. The skies open up and dump rain onto us. There is suddenly water everywhere, each raindrop seeming to bounce back up from where it falls on the lake.
When we are almost there, Grayson actually gets out of the canoe, soaking himself up though to the waist. Unsure what to do, I try to stand up. I see Grayson glance back at me and do a double take.
“Rachel—â€
But it’s too late. I tip the canoe over and fall out, flailing awkwardly. The only thing that breaks my fall is the water, which is shockingly cold. Then I am submerged for several breathless seconds, underneath the lake’s muddy waters.
I feel something move in the water beside me. My heart starts to pound.
Grayson materializes right there, grabbing me and pulling me to the surface of the lake. I gasp for breath. My arms automatically go around his neck as he pulls me toward the shore, dripping wet.
Even though I’m half drowned, I’m also intimately aware of how warm the hard muscle of his chest is. He holds me tight, almost uncomfortably so. If everything wasn’t happening all at once, I might make some noise about it.
I try to clear my face of my own water-dampened hair. He runs up onto the shore with me in his arms, not stopping for a second. He keeps going until he trots into a little lean-to.
Only when there is something over both of our heads does he stop and breathe. His eyes dart to and fro, scanning the downpour outside. He leans forward and pulls the door closed just a little.
Something about his behavior is… off, somehow.
“Grayson,†I say, gently putting my hands on his chest. “Gray?â€
He looks at me as if he’s seeing me for the first time. When he speaks, his voice is oddly quiet. “Hey.â€
I squirm a little but he doesn’t get the picture. “Can you put me down, please?â€
There is a moment of hesitation there. I can see in his eyes that he wants to say no. But he lets me down.
And for just the briefest moment, soaking wet and pressed against his warm body, that I don’t want him to let me go. I peer up into his eyes and wonder if he ever thinks about kissing me. And he looks right back at me, his eyes glinting blue.
Then he pushes me away. It’s so silly to feel this way, but it’s like being rejected by him all over again. My eyes mist over and I curse myself for being so weak.
Grayson heads out into the pouring rain and I watch him go, determined not to cry.
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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.
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