Title: Reaching Refuge
Series: Shelter Me #2
Author: Annie Anderson
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: January 29, 2019
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A couple in secret. Two warring families. This town isn't big enough for the both of them.
Slinging whiskey is all Avery Wells knows how to do, and soon she won't even have that. If she can't change her uncle's mind, her dreams of owning the family watering hole will soon go up in smoke.
Being an outcast is nothing new for Graham Foster, but when it comes to Avery, being on the outs was never apart of the plan. Despite their past, Graham never lost hope that they could find their way back to each other. Convincing Avery of that fact might be a harder sell.
But fighting their pull is the least of Avery's problems because someone doesn't want her to win the family bar, and murder isn't off the table.
Be careful where you seek your refugeâ¦
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âYou canât.â Smack. âSpray water.â Smack. âOn a goddamn gas fire, you fucking idiot.â Smack, smack, smack.
âOkay, okay. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, Avery. You coulda just told me, no need for violence.â
No need for violence. I ought to smash his testicles with my boot heel and see what he says about violence.
I looked over my shoulder to make sure the flames were actually out while simultaneously worrying that the smoke alarms and sprinklers didnât go off, upset that Graham and my brother were in the same damn room, and fretting over the fact that we were out of tequila and spiced rum and all my waitresses almost quit on me.
I didnât have time for this brand of family drama.
âTell that to my wrist, fucknut,â I muttered, unleashing the full power of my perfected âMom Stareâ â a single raised eyebrow along with my usual resting bitch face.
Remyâs eyes widened, looking down at my now-red wrist and back up to my eyes again. âIâm sorry, A. I didnât mean it.â
My raised eyebrow held some heft, and he appeared adequately shamed. Remy always said that my singular raised eyebrow reminded him so much of our mom it hurt. I didnât pull it out often, but I wasnât now â nor had I ever been â a woman he could push around, so the shithead deserved it.
âI know you didnât mean to.â
âDidnât mean to what?â a growl vibrated behind me.
Shit sticks.
I really didnât want to, but I turned, looking up, up, up at Graham. His eyes were like two clear pools of blue fire, a mix of wrath and vengeance making them burn bright.
âRemy didnât know you couldnât put out a gas fire with water. We fought over the sprayer nozzle. Itâs what siblings do. Iâm fine,â I said, the calm I injected into my voice the exact same one I used on rowdy drunks though not one Iâd ever had to use on him. I donât think he drank more than one or two beers at a time maybe ever.
Grahamâs gaze dropped from my eyes to my wrist, and I watched as his already strung-tight body turned to a hunk of living stone. Everyone in town knew about Graham Foster. They knew about his mama turning him out at the age of ten when he stepped between her and his step-father.
They knew every bit of the gossip.
I did, too.
We all knew about how he ended up broken and bloody on Mrs. Petersonâs doorstep in the middle of a Colorado winter. How he still watched out for his mama even though she turned him away. That same ten-year-old grew up to be the nearly twenty-one-year-old man who stepped in a Wells mess that completely changed the course of his life.
Iâd never been so ashamed to look someone in the eye as I was when I looked at Graham. Because Graham was a protector. He was a protector at ten, at twenty.
And at thirty-five he still was one â especially when it came to me.
Even when protecting me nearly cost him his life.
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Annie Anderson is a military wife and United States Air Force veteran. Originally from Dallas, Texas, she is a southern girl at heart, but has lived all over the US and abroad. As soon as the military stops moving her family around, sheâll settle on a state, but for now she enjoys being a nomad with her husband, two daughters, an old man of a dog, and a young pup that makes life⦠interesting.
In her past lives, Annie has been a lifeguard, retail manager, dental lab technician, accountant, and now she writes fast-paced romantic thrillers with some serious heat.
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Title: Unlucky in Love
Author: AJ Renee
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: January 30, 2019
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Lucky in Love.
Thatâs the name of the dating app I picked, hoping to find Mr. Better Than Average so I can hold off planning my future as a cat lady.
Iâve been distracted eyeballing a tall, dark, and handsome Latin hottie who works in the library with me. He is way out of my league, and a woman has needs if you know what I mean.
Finding a man shouldnât be hard when all I have to do is swipe left or right. Itâll weed out the slimy men who have Bad Date written all over them.
Yeah, Iâm learning quickly that Iâm rather unlucky in love after all. The men I pick need warning labels, kissing lessons, and a good talking-to about manners.
Should I throw in the towel or will this series of bad dates be exactly what I need to win Mr. Right?
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Pouring milk into my mug, I watch the black and white colors swirl together until they turn a pretty caramel. I didnât sleep well, and the creamy mix is exactly what the doctor ordered. Hurrying, I flick the sugar packet and dump its contents. The door behind me opens as I toss the spoon into the sink and lift the mug to my lips. The satisfying liquid warms my insides, and I canât help my sigh even if I tried.
âRough night?â a velvety voice asks.
I take another sip of my glorious cup of joe before turning toward Mario. He started working in the Reference Department three months ago and has featured in a few of my dirty dreams. Heâs gorgeous and about six feet three inches. Dark, tall, and handsome would describe him to a T.
I shrug and force my mind from the gutter. He brushes past me and grabs the spoon I just discarded. The first time I saw him do this, I yelped in protest, but it seemed he really was another gross college guy.
One with full kissable lips.
âYouâre quiet this morning,â he says and leans against the counter next to me.
After the episode with Tristan last night, I canât help but stare a second longer. âNo, just a date.â The words spill from my mouth. âI mean, I was up late.â
Marioâs mug freezes halfway to his lips, and an eyebrow raises as he stares at me.
âFuck!â I slap a hand over my mouth in horror. My heart races, and I know my cheeks are bright pink. âI gotta go.â I squealed and run out of the break room.
Great job, Izzy! Now he thinks you were up all night fucking.
Calling myself a string of insults, I take the elevator down to the copy office. See, we both work in our college library in different departments. I keep the copy machines and printers stocked with paper and toner, and Mario does whatever the students in Reference do.
We both tend to be in the break room grabbing coffee in the mornings at the same time. If Iâm lucky, I get a glimpse of him when I do my rounds. Our conversations arenât long, usually revolving around our mutual love of coffee. His doesnât include milk, but his love of coffee runs as deep as mine.
I walk around the corner and sigh with relief when I find the door closed. My boss, Jerry, isnât in yet, and I know heâll tease me if he spots the blush still on my cheeks. Jerry is old enough to be my dad and is the best boss Iâve had, not that there have been many.
Kicking the doorstop under the wooden door, I prop it open. I set my mug on the long counter and take a quick peek at the staplers and empty the pencil sharpener set out for students to pop in and use. My body goes into autopilot, and Marioâs lips come to mind. I wonder if they are they as soft as they look?
I reluctantly remind myself heâs out of my league. Itâs not that I donât think Iâm pretty. I am, but Iâm not the girl all the boys come sniffing around. Theyâll look in my direction, but few take the next step. Of those who do, none are as handsome as Mario.
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AJ Renee is the author behind the St. Fleur series, Beauty Unmasked, Winter's Surprise, Surviving Paris, Finding Love at the Falls..., and Kylie: Crossing Lines. She's a military wife and mother to three young girls. She graduated from the University of Central Florida with her Master of Science in Criminal Justice and a Bachelor of Science in Psychology while working at the library.
She loves to write steamy romance with suspense and a happily ever after. When she isn't writing or interacting with her readers, you can find her spending time with her family or reading. AJ enjoys traveling, researching family history, and all things New Orleans.
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Title: Broadway Beans
Author: Karen Cimms
Publisher: Lone Sparrow Press
Genre: Romantic Comedy/Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 29, 2019
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Aiden Winchester: Call it self-preservation, but I need to get out of Hollywood. My heartâs just been shredded by my longtime girlfriend. Worse yet, we have to pretend weâre still Americaâs sweethearts until after our next picture is released. With the next six months looking more like American Horror Story than a Lifetime channel love story, Iâm heading east to make my stage debut.
Broadway, here I come.
Franky Marchesi: I love my close-knit Italian family. Iâd probably love them a lot more if they werenât in my face all the time. So when my best friend begs me to move into her Upper West Side brownstoneârent freeâto take care of her new pup whenever she travels, Iâd be crazy to say no. But while my living expenses are covered, I still need to make some money if Iâm ever going to save enough for college. So with a little luck and no experience, I land a job as a barista at Broadway Beans, a coffee shop in the theater district. But on my first day, I almost kill the hottest guy Iâve ever seen. With a latte. Who knew making over-priced coffee could be so difficult?
Itâs a hell of a great way to meet someone though.
A modern-day âMoonstruck,â BROADWAY BEANS is a friends-to-lovers romantic comedy.
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It was nearly two oâclock when we stopped in front of an Italian deli. The entire scene looked like a movie set. Kids played in the street. Old women in black coats and kerchiefs waited on a bench in front of a bus stop. A group of teenagers hung out on the street corner, wearing flat-brimmed baseball caps and blasting hip-hop music until a woman opened a window from the second story of a nearby building and threatened to call the cops.
And all this in temperatures that had my nose at a near-constant drip and my blood turning to slush.
The driver opened his door to step out, but Franky was already out of the car.
âDonât sweat it,â I said, patting him on the shoulder. âThanks for catching my signal earlier.â
âNo problem, sir. What time would you like me to return?â
I didnât have a clue. Dinner with my parents was usually an hour tops if I could help it. But I already knew Frankyâs family was nothing like mine.
âI donât know. Letâs say around six. If it will be any earlier or later, Iâll call. Otherwise, meet us here.â
I slid across the seat and joined Franky on the sidewalk.
âNow listen.â She squinted up at me, her eyes lit by the sun, reflecting the richest dark chocolate and a kaleidoscope of greens and golds. âI texted my mother already to let her know you were coming. I told her we were friends but because youâre a guy, theyâre going to jump to conclusions. My dad will probably give you the stink eye and look threatening. My brother will say something stupid because he canât help himself. My mother will ask you a million questions. And my nonna will say something wildly inappropriate, but since she only speaks Italian, you wonât even realize it.â She hoisted her bag over her shoulder and tucked a curl behind her ear. âAnd thatâs a heads-up for who I know will be here. There can be any number of aunts, uncles, or cousins showing up to dinner. My Uncle Al and Aunt Pip will probably be here with their kids. They live at the end of the block. And probably my Uncle Gae.â
âHeâs gay?â
She waved her hand. âNo. Gae. Gaetano. But everyone calls him Gae.â She moved in closer, as if there were a chance someone on the street might hear what she was about to say.
âUncle Gae has a couple of little . . . quirks. From the war. He has a nervous tic, so he might look like heâs winking at you, but heâs not. Itâs pretty obvious, especially if heâs nervous or irritated. He tends to yank his shoulder up when he does it. Just donât stare at him. It makes him angry, and when he gets angry, he starts to turn in these little half-circles.â She began to demonstrate, turning first one way and then the other. With a limp, which sheâd failed to mention.
I couldnât help it. I laughed. She had to be pulling my leg, from the foul-mouthed grandmother to the shell-shocked uncle.
She stopped spinning and glared at me.
âYou think itâs funny my Uncle Gae was hurt fighting Mussolini?â
âMussolini? You have an uncle old enough to have fought in World War II?â
âGreat-uncle. Heâs my nonnaâs oldest brother.â
Had I always been such a jerk, or was it something that unveiled itself only in cold weather? It seemed that since Iâd arrived in New York, I was saying and doing the stupidest things.
I swallowed and schooled my face to look remorseful. âIâm sorry. I would never laugh at a war hero.â
âHero?â The way she looked at me, youâd think Iâd shoved my foot farther down my throat. âWho said anything about being a hero? He was trying to save wine casks near Bologna when Allied artillery fire blew up the building where they were stored. Heâs an idiot. But heâs family.â
She gave me a baleful stare and shook her head.
A window opened overhead and an attractive older woman leaned out. âFrancesca! You gonna stand there all day or are you coming inside? You want we should starve waiting for you?â
With her hand shielding her eyes, Franky hollered back.
âWeâre coming! Jeez.â She could be very loud for such a little girl.
âYou ready?â she asked, squinting up at me.
âHonestly, Iâm not sure.â I glanced overhead as the window snapped shut with a bang.
âYouâll be fine. Just donât let them get you all flustered. If they spot any weakness, thatâs when theyâre most likely to attack.â
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Karen Cimms is a contemporary romance writer, editor, and music lover. She was born and raised in New Jersey and still thinks of the Garden State as home. She began her career at an early age rewriting the endings to her favorite books. It was a mostly unsuccessful endeavor, but she likes to think she invented fanfiction.
Karen is married to her favorite lead guitar player. Her children enjoy tormenting her with countless pranks because they love her, or so they say. She currently lives in Northeast Pennsylvania, although her heart is usually in Maine.
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Title: Brazen
Series: Brazen Duet #1
Authors: M. Malone & Nana Malone
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 29, 2019
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Wham, bam, thank you maâam? Thatâs my motto.
Thereâs no room in my life for anything more complicated than a one-night stand. Iâm a bodyguard. Itâs easier to put my life on the line when thereâs no one worrying if Iâll make it home for dinner. But then the one woman who made me want more waltzes back into my life needing my protection. Despite our explosive chemistry, we canât go there again. What happened in Vegas, has to stay in Vegas. Except the marriage vows neither of us remember.
NYT & USA Today bestselling author M. Malone lives in the Washington, DC metro area with her husband and their two sons. She holds a master's degree in Business from a prestigious college that would no doubt be scandalized by how she's using her expensive education.
Independently published, she has sold more than 1/2 million ebooks in her two series, THE ALEXANDERS and BLUE-COLLAR BILLIONAIRES. Since starting her indie journey in 2011 with the runaway bestselling novella "Teasing Trent," her work has appeared on the New York Times and USA Today bestseller lists more than a dozen times.
She's now a full-time writer and spends 99.8% of her time in her pajamas.
Nana Malone
USA Today bestselling author Nana Malone's love of all things romance and adventure started with a tattered romantic suspense novel she "borrowed" from her cousin.
It was a sultry summer afternoon in Ghana, and Nana was a precocious thirteen. She's been in love with kick-butt heroines ever since. With her overactive imagination constantly channeling her inner Buffy, it was only a matter a time before she started creating her own characters.
While she waits for her chance at a job as a ninja assassin, Nana works out her drama, passion and sass with fictional characters every bit as brazen and kick-butt as she thinks she is.
Title: Tainted Forever
Series: Tainted Knights #5
Author: Terri Anne Browning
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 29, 2019
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Through ups and downs, Jace and I have faced everything head on.
Until he started keeping secrets.
I loved him too much to just give up on us, but when I was confronted with proof I could no longer ignore, I left.
Yet having Jace clear up what he was hiding didnât magically mend my heart back together.
His secrets broke us completely.
Now the forever I dreamed of us having was tainted.
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Terri Anne Browning is multiple USA TODAY bestselling author. Being dyslexic, she never thought a career in writing would be possible, yet she has been on best selling lists multiple times since 2013. Reese: A Safe Haven Novella was her first Indie published book. The Rocker Who Holds Me changed the tables and kicked off The Rocker... series featuring the sinfully delicious members of Demon's Wings. The Rocker... Series is now complete with 12 books and the occasional novella. Other books by Terri Anne include the Angel's Halo MC Series, as well as The Lucy & Harris Novella Series, The Vitucci Mafiosos Series, and The Tainted Knights Rocker Series.
Terri Anne lives in Virginia with her husband, their three demons---err, children--and a hyper Frenchie named Grunt.
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Title: Drawn Into Love
Series: Fluke My Life #4
Author: Aurora Rose Reynolds
Publisher: Montlake Romance
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 29, 2019
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From New York Times bestselling author Aurora Rose Reynolds comes a flirty romantic comedy of big love and second chances.
Courtney Williams wanted forever. She got six years of empty promises, a divorce, and a well-deserved settlement thatâs paid her way to Manhattan. She has a new home under renovation, a new job, and a do-over as a happy âsingle in the cityââuntil she meets an architect with designs on more than her beams. Heâs also a devoted single dad, a great cook, and has dark lashes to die for. Too good to be true. Now all Courtney can do is whisper, Oh no, not again.
Divorced Lucas Fremont isnât looking to get swept away. But how can he not with a woman this sweet and sexy? Sheâs making his broken heart beat fast. His sister-in-law, Fawn, says go for it. But as cautious as Courtney is, Lucas has to do more than that. He has to fight for it. Now all he can do is think, Donât let this one get away.
But Courtney comes with a secret. And Lucas comes with a bitter ex. If love is to stand a chance, theyâre going to have to take a chance.
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Aurora Rose Reynolds is a New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling author whose wildly popular series include Until, Until Him, Until Her, Underground Kings and Shooting Stars.
Her writing career started in an attempt to get the outrageously alpha men who resided in her head to leave her alone and has blossomed into an opportunity to share her stories with readers all over the world.
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Title: Knights Fury
Series: Rumblin' Knights #2
Author: Bella Jewel
Genre: Romance
Release Date: January 28, 2019
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My name is Finn.
The broken one.
The one everyone worries about.
The one who will probably never have it together.
Iâm the quiet one.
My eyes donât smile.
My heart doesnât love.
I was hurt the most.
Iâll never recover.
Those are their words.
They arenât mine.
The truth is, nobody really knows who I am.
Not a damned soul.
And they probably never will.
Because Iâm tired of people feeling sorry for me.
Iâm tired of living under the Knight command.
Keeping the reputation.
Maybe, just maybe, Iâd like to be something else.
Because, screw the Knight name.
It means nothing to me.
But herâ¦well, she might just mean something to me.
My name is Finn.
I guess youâll just have to read this one to know my story.
My true story.
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Bella Jewel is a self published, USA Today bestselling author. Sheâs been publishing since 2013. Her first release was a contemporary romance, Hellâs Knights which topped the charts upon release. Since that time, she has published over five novels, gaining a bestseller status on numerous platforms. She lives in North Queensland and is currently studying editing and proofreading to further expand her career. Bella has been writing since she was just shy of fifteen years old. In Summer 2013 she was offered an ebook deal through Montlake Romance for her bestselling modern day pirate series, Enslaved By The Ocean. She plans to expand her writing career, planning many new releases for the future.
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Title: Kings of Mayhem
Series: Kings of Mayhem MC #1
Author: Penny Dee
Genre: MC Romance/Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 28, 2019
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When a King loves
He loves hard
CADE
Iâve loved her since we were five years old.
We grew up side by side.
Two kids tied together by the Kings of Mayhem Motorcycle Club.
But I broke us.
I broke her.
So, she fled.
Now sheâs back after twelve long years.
And Iâm going to show her all the reasons why we should be together and make her forget all the reasons why we shouldnât.
INDY
Iâm back in town but only because I have to be.
Iâm here to help my mom bury my father.
And the sooner we get it done, the better.
Because I want to see Cade as much as I want a hole in the head.
He broke me onceâno, he broke my everythingâ and Iâll be damned if Iâll let him do it again.
Get in and get out. That is the plan.
But you know what they say about best-laid plans.
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CADE
I heard her as soon as I entered the building.
âItâs a classic, sonny boy, and you donât fuck with the classics. Do you hear me? Or has that combover blocked your ears?â
I couldnât help but grin. The voice belonged to Sybil Calley, my formidable, charismatic grandmother. Seventy-something-years old, she was a force to be reckoned with and very rarely backed down in an argument. Any poor soul who took her on was in for a fierce fight, and by the sounds of it, Tito was about to feel the full force of hurricane Sybil.
âItâs blasphemy! Thatâs what it is. Blasphemy! Why, I bet Deborah Kerr is rolling in her grave, God rest her beautiful soul. How dare you stain such a beautiful story with your weirdness, you rude little boy!â
As I rounded the corner, Sybil and Tito came into view. Tito was standing with his back to the wall with his arms in the air, while my formidable grandmother yelled at him. He looked terrified.
âGrandma Calley,â I interrupted, trying to contain my grin. Seeing me walk in, Tito looked relieved and relaxed his arms.
Sybil wasted no time in getting straight to the point. She held up a DVD so I could see the cover. âDid you know about this?â
I took it from her and couldnât help but grin at the cover. Pure spank bank bullshit that sells. But definitely not what you wanted your grandmother looking at in front of you.
âHow on Earth did you even know about it?â I asked.
âI might be edging close to buying the farm, Cade, but Iâm not quite dead yet. You know I like to keep my finger on the pulse. Itâs Tuesday, and I know you drop into this pit of despair on Tuesdays, so I came down to speak with you.â She gave Tito a withering look. âRan into this little twerp and found this . . .â
She ripped the DVD out of my hands and held it up. The cover was a rip-off of An Affair To Remember, except it was titled, An Anus to Remember. Gay porn. It was a bestseller.
âItâs a disgrace, Cade. An absolute disgrace.â She pushed the DVD into Titoâs chest. âYou should be ashamed of yourself.â
âAinât nothing wrong with a bit of man-on-man love, Grandma,â I said, trying to diffuse the situation. Sybil could be unpredictable at times.
âI know that! Man on man. Woman on woman. I donât give a goddamn! What I do care about is taking a classic and turning it into smut. Now that is not right, Cade. Not right. You donât fuck with the classics.â
âCade, this canât keep happening,â Tito moaned.
Sybil turned back to Tito. âIâm seventy-three years old but I ainât dead yet, sonny. Iâm the original biker queen and Iâm still packing as much attitude as I did back when my old man started the Kings of Mayhem more than fifty years ago. If you ever mess with one of the classics again and put your perverted stamp all over it, I will knock you on your ass, do you hear me?â
Again, I struggled to contain my grin.
Tito, however, looked unraveled. And he had every cause to be because I had no doubt Sybil meant what she said. She was a classy lady who never left the house without taming her bright red hair and putting on a thick coat of red lipstick. But she was a biker queen first. Tough. Fierce. With a mean right hook.
You didnât fuck with Sybil Calley.
Taking pity on Tito, I slunk an arm around Grandmaâs shoulders and guided her toward the front door.
âNow, Grandma, you canât come in here and get up in Titoâs grill about things. Head Quarters is off limits to MC women, remember?â
That rule had come about after Sybil had swept through Head Quarters like a hurricane and upset an entire cast of actresses on the set of a movie we were making called Some Like It Hard. Sybil was a die-hard Marilyn fan and managed to put the fear in all the actresses who were on set, leading to a mass walk-out and halting production for three days.
Not that Sybil paid any attention to rules. She was the original rule breaker. She did what she wanted, when she wanted. And if it suited her, sheâd blame her forgetfulness on her age to get away with it, despite being sharp as a tack.
She waved off the mention of the rules.
âIf that little pervert canât handle a seventy-year-old woman, then he needs to take a cup of cement and harden the fuck up.â She glanced over her shoulder and narrowed her eyes at Tito as we were walking away, and muttered, âlittle pussy.â
I tried not to laugh because that would only encourage her, so I asked, âGrandma, why are you here?â
She relaxed and smiled. âNow, Cade, you know youâre my favorite grandsonââ
âYou say that to all your grandsons . . .â
â. . . and I love you. So I wanted to see how you were feeling about Indy coming home.â
âThis isnât her home anymore, Grandma. She lives in Seattle now.â
âThank you, Captain Obvious. But you know what I mean.â Her face softened as she took my hand. âI know the affect that girl has on you. I just wanted to make sureâ¦â
âWhat?â
She smacked me hard on the arm. âThat youâre not going to be an ass about it.â
I couldnât help but grin. Good on Grandma Sybil.
âA lot of water has passed under the bridge, Grandma. Iâm not an eighteen-year-old psychopath anymore.â
Sybil didnât look convinced. âYouâre a Calley and weâre passionate sonsofbitches. When we love, we love big, and if that love dies, then we die a big death along side it. I should know. When your Pappy died, my heart went with him.â
I couldnât help but smile at my feisty grandmother.
âIâm sure Jury wouldnât like to hear you say that,â I said.
Jury was my grandmaâs sixty-year-old boyfriend.
âJury isnât the love of my life. Your grandpappy was. Jury knows Iâm just after his body.â
I raised an eyebrow at her. âGrandma, there are certain things a grandson should never hear his grandmother say, and thatâs right up there with them.â
She waved me off. âThe body may be old and the reflection in the mirror might be slightly different, but the mind is still twenty years old. I might not be able to do it the way I used to butââ
I stuck my fingers in my ears. âLalalalalalalalala . . .â
She rolled her eyes. âFine. Iâll let you think that I donât do the things I still did when I was twenty.â
âSeriously, Grandma . . .â I begged, pained by the mental images.
Sighing dramatically, she changed the subject. âYour mom is making dinner for Lady and Indy. Somehow I was extended an invitation. I assume youâll be there.â
To say Sybil and my mom didnât exactly get along would be an understatement. The civil unrest had ended years ago, but in its wake was a frosty cold war of mammoth proportions. Mother-in-law and daughter-in-law didnât exactly see eye to eye.
I nodded. âIâm heading over there now.â
âFine. Iâll follow you. Lord knows Iâve had my fair share of pussy and cock today.â
I opened the front door for her and shook my head. âJesus Christ, Sybil. My ears are bleeding.â
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Penny Dee writes contemporary romance about rockstars, bikers, hockey players and everyone in-between. She believes true love never runs smoothly, and her characters realize this too, with a boatload of drama and a whole lot of steam.
She found her happily ever after in Australia where she lives with her husband, daughter and a dog named Bindi.
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Title: Crash
Series: Daring the Kane Brothers #3
Standalone Series
Author: Kelly Gendron
Genre: Steamy/Erotic Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 22, 2019
Blurb
I DARE YOU TO MARRY ME â¦
Three years ago, on a dare, I âmarriedâ my best friendâs sister and the next day, my best friend died. Maggie Mae is back in town and she wants a divorce. The thing is, weâre not really married At least, I didnât think we were⦠Remember that guy in high school every girl wanted Well, that sexy bastard was my brother's best friend With a mouth that always knew exactly what to say and a body that wouldn't quit Crash Kane was pure perfection Perfect until he was almost mine Remember that girl in high school every guy wanted Maggie Mae was NOT that girl While she wasnât every guyâs dream She was mine She was also my best friendâs sister And like most guys, I knew the rules Abandoned love, lost dreams and broken hearts. Sometimes, youâre going so fast, you donât feel the CRASHâ¦
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"Bad boys, give 'em a little time and experience, and they will evolve into misbehaving men!"
You can usually find USA Today Bestselling Author, Kelly Gendron tucked away in a quiet suburb in upstate NY writing her steamy, blush producing romances. But when sheâs not creating HEA stories, you can find her representing a reputable group of nursing facilities. If you Google her, sheâll pop up there too. And please google her! Kelly loves to hear from her readers and to meet new people!
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Title: Trashy Conquest
Series: Trashy Affair #2
Author: Gemma James
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: January 25, 2019
Blurb
It all started 35,000 feet in the air on a flight bound for Seattle.
A chance encounter. An undeniable attraction. A forbidden passion. We tried to do the right thing and resist temptation.
We failed.
Now Cash's wife is missing, and to make matters worse, my ex showed up on my doorstep with the promise of forever on his mind.
Things were supposed to be different.
He was going to divorce her.
He was going to be with me.
He was going to love me.
But until Cash's wife is found, we have no future.
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: Trashy Conquest is a steamy romance suitable for mature audiences only. Though the subject matter deals with cheating, there are no innocent parties here. Book 2 in the Trashy Affair series.
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Gemma James is a USA Today and Amazon bestselling author of a blend of genres, from new adult suspense to dark erotic romance. She loves to explore the darker side of human nature in her fiction, and sheâs morbidly curious about anything dark and edgy, from deviant sex to serial killers. Readers have described her stories as being ânot for the faint of heart.â
She warns you to heed their words! Her playground isnât full of rainbows and kittens, though she likes both. She lives in Oregon with her husband and their four childrenâthree rambunctious UFC/wrestling-loving boys and one girl who steals everyoneâs attention.
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Title: Rules of Engagement
A Platonically Complicated Novel
Author: Mika Jolie
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 25, 2019
Blurb
Rule #1: Donât fall in love.
As a single dad, my life revolves around my daughter. No complaintsâ¦until my ex-wife forces my hand over custody.
I needed a cover story. In steps Katharine Morello. My best friendâs sister is ready and willing to be my fake fiancée.
Overnight weâre engaged. A temporary arrangement.
No sex.
No strings attached.
No complications.
Easy, right?
Not quite. The last few months, Iâve been doing dirty things to her in my imagination. But thatâs all theyâll ever be. Fantasies.
Rule #2: Donât give in to temptation.
Neither of us is looking for a relationship. Been there. Done that. Even drank the Kool-Aid.
So, you see, I can resist beautiful, sexy Katharine. It doesnât matter sheâs hot as f*ck with an amazing personality to boot. All I have to do is NOT touch her.
Iâve got this.
Spoiler Alertâ¦One night make-believe merges with reality. Sparks flyâand burn.
Now I want her. All of her.
Rule #3: See rule #1âdonât fall in love.
Man. Hindsightâs a bitch.
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She moves into my space and tilts her head up, her eyes light and mischievous. âKiss me, Lucas.â
The breath leaves my lungs in one gigantic swoosh. âAre you sure?â
âLetâs give them a show.â
Iâm about to kiss Kate.
This time, Iâm prepared.
Clasping my hands on either side of her face, I angle my head slightly. Thereâs a pause. A suspended moment where our eyes meet. The swirl of emotions I see thereâapprehension, lust, desireâmakes my heart trip.
We exchange breath. And then finally, my mouth dips to hers.
I try to remind myself weâre pretending, to stay calm, and in control.
My mouth is firm against hers. Her lips are sugar plum sweet and silky soft. The kiss remains gentle, slow. We hold it for a few seconds before our lips begin to move in perfect sync, slowly, cautiously.
Curiosity nudges for more. I move my hand from her cheek to the back of her head, my fingers tangling in her hair, holding her lips to mine, silently asking for permission. To my delight, a needy little moan echoes from her mouth to mine. She wraps her arms around my neck and parts her lips in gentle invitation.
And our tongues hungrily say hello.
A stimulating cocktail of endorphins explodes inside me. Sparks fly in every direction, lighting me up like fireworks on the Fourth of July.
Every single nerve explodes with heat.
Iâm fired up. Turned on.
From somewhere deep in the recesses of my mind, I know this is a cover, that we arenât real, but with Kateâs lips on mine, itâs hard to keep that thought. On a groan, I take all she has to give and deepen the kiss, forging ahead with no regrets. No reservations.
Many tales have been written about the Big Apple. But thereâs nothing like kissing the woman youâve been thinking about for what feels like forever in the middle of Manhattan.
The chaos from the street fades. The worries of the day evaporate like a summer shower falling onto a hot car, all noise instantly muting. The click-clack of heels rushes by us. We donât hear them. People brush against us. We donât feel them.
We are locked in the present, kissing each other as equal partners in passion, fucking each other with our mouths like weâre drowning and we are each otherâs air, as if our lips were created for this sole purpose.
Talk about heaven on earth.
This kiss is easily the hottest, most erotic kiss of my life.
My pulse patters faster and faster. The heat pouring into my veins as if pumped in through a hypodermic needle has nothing to do with todayâs summerlike temperature but with desire.
I move one arm low around her back, drawing her closer, letting her feel every inch of me, how much she affects me. And we kiss and kiss and kiss.
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Mika Jolie lives in New Jersey with her Happy Chaosâher husband and their energizer bunnies. Sheâs a lover of words, wonder, an old-fashioned, and the whimsical delights of everyday living. When sheâs not writing swoon-worthy, sexy relatable romance, you can find her on a hiking adventure, beachinâ it at the Jersey shore, apple, blueberry picking, or whatever her three men can conjure up.
She loves to hear from readers. Connect with Mika on BookBub, her reader group Mika Jolieâs Wildflowers, Facebook, Amazon, Instagram, Goodreads, and BookandMainBites
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Title: Protagonized
Author: Shannon Myers
Genre: Literary Fiction/Romantic Comedy
Release Date: January 24, 2019
Blurb
Describe Jake Hopkins in two words?
Boozing womanizer.
So, maybe he solved cases with a precision not seen since Agatha Christie's Hercule Poirot. It didn't matter. The guy was a grade A prick.
And killing him was the best decision I ever madeâuntil it wasn't.
It was supposed to be a good move for meâa way of showing that I wasn't one to back down.
I never imagined it would cause such a visceral reaction...among my readers.
I didn't get it. He was barely tolerable most of the time and his death opened the door for a new detectiveâmaybe one who had her act together.
I never would've guessed that he'd show up on my doorstep, begging for a second chance, or that he'd look even better than I ever imagined. Characters die and everyone moves onâthat's the way it works. Sometimes it's even necessary for the story to progress.
When the hate mail gives way to something more sinister, Jake insists that he's just the man to handle the case. He vows to keep me safe in exchange for his life.
The problem isn't resurrecting him.
No, my problem is much worse.
How do I stop myself from falling in love with a fictional character?
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âOkay, now when we get there, act normal. Order whatever you usually get. Sit where you normally do. That kind of thing. Donât get too focused on looking for a suspect. Thatâs my job.â Jake hit his turn signal and switched lanes. I was riding shotgun in the shiny black Raptor Iâd written for him and, any moment now, I was going to wake up back in bed, having dreamt this entire thing. I rubbed my damp palms against my jeans and focused on my breathing.
After getting dressed in record time, Jake had wanted to know my schedule for a typical day. When I mentioned that I wrote at a local coffee shop a couple of times a week, his eyes lit up. I was relieved that Iâd left out the fact that I worked at a salon in the afternoons and evenings because there was not a chance in hell of me letting him tag along there.
We pulled into the parking lot and Jake turned to me. He studied me for a second, giving a slight head shake at my youâve got to be kitten me right meow, t-shirt. âThis is the place?â He looked through the windshield at the Cold Brews Co. sign and then back at me. âIt looks like a bar.â
âNo, their specialty is cold brew coffeesâlook, is this a good idea?â
Translation: Is this safe?
He nodded. âIâm not going to let anything happen to you.â
The thought that someone, besides Bootsy and Aaris, wanted to keep me safe did weird things to my heart, even if it was coming from Jake. I fought the urge to pump my fist in the air while laughing like a lunatic.
âAfter all, youâre my meal ticket. If you get dead, I canât get back home,â he finished with a pouty smirk.
Oh good, the limbic rage was back. Iâd been worried it was gone forever once the handcuffs were off.
âWhy do you do that with your mouth?" I snapped, as I unbuckled and climbed down to the pavement.
âDo what? He pursed his lips again.
âThat! Youâre doing it again.â
At his blank expression, I forced my own lips into a duck pose as he held the coffee shop door open for me. âLike this.â
âWhy are you doing that to your face? Stop. People are staring.â He hissed, glancing around.
"You look like that all the time.â
âGood Morning, Hayden,â my favorite barista, Damien, called over the espresso machine as the door jingled above our heads, announcing our arrival. âThe usual?â
I immediately softened my expression, trying to channel the joy and tranquility that tried to flee when Jake entered a room. âYeah, thatâll be perfect. Thanks, Damien. Howâd Paul do on his test?â
He poured steamed milk into a paper cup for a to-go order with a dramatic eye roll. âNailed it. Like he does everything else. I just have to talk him off the ledge every time though. Howâd I end up the motivator in this relationship? I swear.â
âBecause youâre a positive person and deserving of all the good things life has to offer,â I reminded him as I selected a bottled water from the refrigerated case
âI just come here a couple of times a week, but know everyoneâs life story,â Jake quietly taunted at my back, his body inches from mine. A shudder worked its way down to my toes as the scent of campfire and pine flooded my nostrils.
Were there notes of citrus layered in there? No, I was definitely detecting hints of clean laundry that had been dried on a clothesline mixed with something.
Gah, what was it?
I wanted to lean back and rest my head against his chest while looking up at him adoringly. Just like Iâd witnessed the younger couples that frequented this place do on more than one occasion. But this time, itâd be me experiencing something other than abject disappointment.
Me and my very own tree.
And Iâd climb that redwood every day.
Just doing my part to save the earth, kids.
I was struck with the image of massive hands on my hips, pinning me in place. Iâd just bet that his fingers would curl in possessively, marking me as his to anyone who dared to look. The cold air blasted around bottles of juice and water, yet inside, I was sweltering.
His proximity was messing with my brain waves. I straightened with a shaky exhale and carried my water over to the register, doing my best to ignore my flushed cheeks and the giant I came in with.
Damien added a heart to the foam and handed me my caffè mocha before noticing Jake. âHey, you brought a friend,â he exclaimed in his typical sing-song.
I shook my head. âWe just came in at the same time. I donât know this man.â
I wasnât just imagining all the ways Iâd like him to defile me in front of the poor beverage case, either, in case you were wondering.
âAre you sure you donât want to get to know him?â He stage-whispered, raising his eyebrows up and down suggestively as he snagged me a cinnamon roll from the case.
âOh, no. Iâve got quite enough excitement in my life.â
Damien gave Jake another once over. âIf you say so. I personally think when excitement comes packaged like that, you thank the universe and donât ask questions. But, thatâs just me. Howâs Bootsy doing? Is she still loving her holistic food?â
âYes. It has made such a difference with herâ¦â
Shit, what was it supposed to do?
âPoops?â I offered hesitantly just as Damien suggested, âHer coat?â
He frowned. âIt shouldnât have changed her bowel habits. My girls didnât seem to be any different. Maybe check with the companyââ
I waved my hand. âOh, no I meant that she was much more âregular,â if you know what I mean. Poor thing, uh, couldnât get the job done before. This food has really taken in her interconnectedness with her, um, environment. Sheâs living her best holistic life now.â
I made the mistake of looking over at Jake. He stood at the counter with wide eyes and a what the fuck are you talking about expression on his face.
⢠Confession: I never actually bought the cat food that Damien recommended. I went to the pet store with every intention of purchasing the all-natural, chock full of vitamins and omegas, and completely grain-free canned cat food until I saw the price. At six bucks a tin, I decided that I would just let Bootsy continue her unwholesome lifestyle. Unfortunately, Damien asked about it the very next time I was in, and instead of coming clean, I told a little white lie. Heâd just made it seem like letting your fur baby eat anything else was bad pet parenting. And, it wasnât like he would ever know. He wasnât going to show up to my apartment, demanding to see the contents of Bootsyâs litter box.
Damien nodded. âWell, let me know if you need anything else for her. Oh, have you noticed how much more connected she is spiritually to you now? I swear, I recommend it to everyone.â
I avoided Jakeâs penetrating stare as I paid before patting the front pocket of my backpack. âDefinitely. So⦠Zen. Well, I better get to it.â
âSame. Iâll come by and check on you in a bit.â
I stuck the bottle of water in the side pocket of my bag, juggling the cinnamon roll and mocha as I made my way to the wooden table near the back. It was the only table with an outlet that was out of direct sunlight.
Next to it was an old wooden hutch that held cream and sugar. I found that it was the best seat in the house for eavesdropping, which was a win-win for an author in need of a story.
I loved everything about coming here. From the exposed brick walls and ceiling beams to the vintage signs and old produce case turned bookshelf, it was the perfect place to let my creativity flow.
Jake solved his first case here. Incidentally, he also fell off a balcony at this very table. It held a special place in my heart.
âIâm going to sit on the other side of the room,â Jake said in a low voice. Instinctively, I turned to where his voice came from just in time to see him add sugar to his coffee.
âNo, donât turn around. You and I arenât having a conversation.â
He was going to add precisely two and a half raw sugars, keeping the other half in his pocket for his next caffeine fix. When I heard the distinct sound of paper being folded, a victorious smirk spread across my face. God, I loved being right.
âWhy are you smiling?â He kept his back to me, so it appeared as if he was having a conversation with the various creamers.
âIâm not.â My grin widened.
He sighed, âYou are. I can see your reflection in the carafe. What about this investigation is funny to you? See, someone shoots up my door, Iâm not laughing. Then again, Iâm not trying to have a spiritual intervention with my cat.â
My smile faded, and I turned all of my attention into retrieving my laptop from the backpack at my feet. âYouâre just soââ What was he? âPredictable. Everything you do is exactly the way I wrote it. Sometimes, Iâm even convinced that I know what youâre going to do next before you do.â
I saw him reach for a stirrer in the reflection of my laptop screen. Judging by how vigorously he was using it, Iâd gotten under his skin.
âYouâre probably right,â he finally conceded. âYou are, after all, operating on an entirely different plane than the rest of the world. Iâll be across the room; try to act normal.â
I bit the inside of my cheek. âAnd how am I supposed to do that when youâre watching me from across the room?â
âJust write the book, Hayden. Donât worry about whoâs coming or going. Let me handle that. Tap your finger twice against the table if you understand.â
I did, feeling like a secret agent in a summer blockbuster.
With villains at every turn, there was only one woman capable of saving the world. All she needed was her trusty laptop and some caffeineâ
âHayden, I just needed you to tap twice. You can stop now.â He snagged a newspaper off an empty table and tucked it under his arm before moving toward a table near the front. From there, heâd be able to see everyone coming and going.
I took a bite of my cinnamon roll and cracked my knuckles before pulling up my manuscript.
Alright, Laura. Letâs solve a mysteryâ¦
Laura stood, shoulder to shoulder, with some of the cityâs most upstanding citizens. It was unfathomable to think that any one of them couldâve been responsible for the body lying in the street, but her instincts told her that was exactly the case.
My mind went blank, and I began distractedly counting each pulse of the cursor. I was simply rehashing what Iâd already covered. In all honesty, I had no idea what to do with Laura. Jake had pointed out her implied elderliness more than once and now I couldnât help but picture her as some blue-haired granny with a cane.
How was she supposed to solve a murder?
Plus, by mentioning her husband early on, Iâd destroyed any chance of adding a love interest for friction. It was shit.
I tried again.
Laura stepped away from the crowd and searched for⦠a way out of this story. Sheâd gotten roped into playing the main character after the author killed off the other one. Laura didnât want to be next.
Laura was fucking everything up.
Jake caught my eye and frowned from over the newspaper. Obviously, he was enjoying the drivel I was spewing out about as much as I was.
I took a long drink of coffee, but the caffeine only confirmed what I already knew. I needed a new main character. Someone who was younger. Female. Maybe sheâd been exposed to law enforcement by a former boyfriend or family member. Just enough that sheâd know her way around a crime sceneâoh my god.
My legs caught the edge of the table as I quickly stood up, rattling the plate containing my half eaten cinnamon roll. I just needed to act discreet.
Jake had the paper up again, reading, so I couldnât signal for Plan A, which was for him to meet me in the bathroom. I was going to have to go with Plan B. I walked over behind his table and looked out the large glass garage door that they opened during the summer months.
Realizing I still hadnât grabbed his attention, I stretched my arms overhead and yawned loudly.
âHayden, what the hell are you doing?â He asked, without lowering the paper.
âI have a question,â I said, much louder than anticipated. I tried again, this time lowering my voice. âI have a question. About the book.â
When he remained quiet, I continued. âI think youâre right about Lauraâoh man, what a beautiful day it is! Sorry, I thought that person was coming over here. We gotta stay discreet, right? So, Iâm starting to think that maybe sheâs not the right character. I was wondering if maybeââ
Jake dropped the newspaper and pushed his chair back away from the table, the legs scraping loudly against the concrete floor.
Good. We were going to discuss this like real people and not spies. Although I really felt like I was starting to get the hang of it.
âOur coverâs completely blown. Iâll be out in the truck.â I followed his gaze over to the counter where Damien was waving slyly at me.
I returned it and turned back in time to see Jake disappear through the front door.
Shit.
âDecided you were in the mood for some excitement, after all?â Damien carried a damp cloth in his hand, but he wasnât here to wipe down the table. He was here for the dirt.
âUm, well, I tried. Got shot down. Better luck next time, I guess.â I kept sneaking furtive glances toward the parking lot, hoping to catch a glimpse of my surly detective.
Well, not mine, mine.
âHeâs kind of a pretty boy, isnât he?â Damien asked.
I nodded. âYep. It wouldnât have worked out. Bootsyâs the most high maintenance thing in my life. I donât have room for another. Would you mind boxing up my cinnamon roll and getting me a to-go cup? Iâm just not feeling my muse this morning.â
âSure thing.â
It was supposed to be part of the cover, but I realized that there was no scenario where Jake suddenly developed feelings for me. Heâd said just as much before we came in.
Damien brought me my food items as I packed up the laptop, consoling me with promises of what heâd do to Jakeâs drink if he ever bothered showing up again. By the time I made it outside, the air had turned cooler and clouds darkened the sky. I walked around to the back parking lot.
âI think they saw us come in together,â Jake said, by way of greeting, as I struggled to climb up into the truck with full hands
âOh, hey. Hello. Iâm doing great, thanks for asking, Jake.â
He leaned across the seat and took both the coffee and the cinnamon roll from my hands before helping me up. âHi, Hayden. This will come as a bit of a shock to you, but you stick out like a sore thumb.â
I snapped the seat belt into the buckle. âI do not! I was inconspicuous.â
He put the truck in reverse just as the first drops of rain began to fall on the windshield. âYou were about as inconspicuous as a beer vendor at an AA meeting. And what the fuck was that cat food conversation?â
âYou told me to be myself!â I bit out.
âYeah,â he agreed before merging into traffic. âThat was a mistake.â
âYou coming back to life was a mistake,â I muttered to the passenger side window.
He prodded. âCâmon, Hayden. Surely you know that this operation failed miserably?â
Why couldnât he have been hideous? At least then the exterior wouldâve matched the interior.
âAny good stalker worth their salt is gonna stake out the parking lot. So, probably. Maybe. Alright, fine. Yes. Thereâs a very good chance that if someone was watching, they probably saw us together. Itâs mostly my fault.â
âMostly?â Jake asked, with a quirked brow.
âYeah, I wasnât thinking this morning and I put on my oil spray.â
He stopped at a red light and turned toward me. âYou put on oil spray.â His speech was slow and measured like Iâd suddenly stopped speaking English. âWhat does that mean exactly?â
âOh, Iâm an empath, so if I donât use my spray every morning, I am drained by lunch. You know, it gets way too people-y out there.â
Instead of agreeing, Jake signaled and pulled into a gas station. âHayden, I didnât understand two words of what you just said. What the fuck is an empath and how does oil spray factor into this investigation?â
Seriously? What planet was he living on that he didnât know about oils and empaths?
âMy spray repels negative energy, so itâs a protective measure. It blocks any energy attacks and keeps me running on a full tank. Itâs vital when Iâm in writing mode.â
His eyebrows lifted. âSo, let me get this straight; the spray kept the stalker away?â
âNot exactly,â I admitted with a sigh. âI have my crystals too. I swear, I didnât even think about it being a problem. Itâs just a habit to keep them in my purse. I mean, itâs not like I typically go out in search of negativity.â
He shook his head. âSo, the crystals and sprays keep you safe from the bad people?â
Finally.
âYes,â I nodded happily. âAnd, with the work that you do, you could really benefit from it. Iâd start small. Maybe keep some black tourmaline in your truck and house. Oh, amethyst would be a good one for you; they work as both a protector and a stress reliever. Itâd definitely make things more bearable for you at work. Hematiteâs anotherââ
âSweetheart, thereâs not enough oils and crystals in the world to make some people bearable. Do you catch what Iâm saying?â
I opened my mouth to respond, but only managed a growl. The back of my eyelids burned and I knew that if I tried to talk, itâd just come out as a sob. That, in turn, would just freak Jake out completely.
I hated that about myself. Other people got mad and spoke their minds. Me? I cried and babbled incoherently.
Aaris once informed me that I got âwet angry.â According to her, the majority of my emotions, including anger, were expressed through tears. Aaris? She was in a separate category known as âdry angry.â She expressed her anger like angerâit both amazed and scared the hell out of me.
We drove in silence for about ten minutes before he asked, âWhat are you thinking?â
I turned away from watching the raindrops race each other across the window to answer. âI was just thinking that thirty stories wasnât high enough.â
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Shannon is a born and raised Texan. She grew up inventing clever stories, usually to get herself out of trouble. Her mother was not amused. In junior high, she began writing fractured fairy tales from the villain's point of view and that was the moment she knew that she was going to use her powers for evil instead of good.
In 2003, she moved to Denver and met the love of her life. After some relentless stalking and a few well-timed sarcastic remarks, the man eventually gave in to her charms and wifed her so hard. They welcomed a son in 2007 that they named after their favorite Marvel superhero, Spiderman.
Sick of seeing beautiful mountains through their window every day, the three escaped back to the desolate landscape of the west Texas desert in 2009. She welcomed her second son not long after and soon realized that being surrounded by three men was nothing at all like she'd imagined in her fantasies.
After an unplanned surgery in 2014 and a long pity party, she decided to pen a novel about the worst thing that could happen to a person in order to cheer herself up. She's twisted like that. Thus, From This Day Forward was born and the rest, as they say, is history.
Not only does Shannon enjoy stalking people, she also has a fondness for being stalked. Visit her at www.shannonshaemyers.com to keep up with her latest schemes and shenanigans.
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Title: Truly His
Series: Truly Us #2
Author: Mia Miller
Genre: New Adult Romance
Release Date: January 24, 2019
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Kayla
From the outside I was balanced. On time, en pointe, always perfect.
But everyone has secrets, and mine kept me alone, guarded and hiding. Safe.
I rarely left my guard down, until I met Enzo.
Hot drummer, good guy with big dreams and patient to a fault, it was no wonder he made my perfect walls crumble
Enzo
I had the world in the palm of my hands, until I met her. She made me lose my breath, my head, my rhythm.
It was always one step forward, two steps back with her. We were supposed to be friends with benefits, but I wanted more.
Problem was, I carried a secret of my own. Would it make her run?
When do secrets become too much to handle?
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Mia Miller started writing as a getaway from a taxing day job in a multinational corp. A lover of all things romance since forever, Mia tries to find a little bit of a love story even in zombie movies. She likes her book boyfriends Alpha and her novels naughty. Nowadays Mia can be constantly found typing away, with her Dogo Argentino at her feet. Mia brings to her readers books in the New Adult and Contemporary Romance genre.
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Title: Ricca
In Loyalty Lies Trust
Author: Esther E. Schmidt
Genre: Standalone Mafia Romance
Release Date: January 22, 2019
Blurb
Chiara was raised into the mafia world the hard way. Enduring the assault at the hands of her father until she was kidnapped and forced to marry a mob boss. One sheâs sure is even worse than her father.
Ricca never backs away from a challenge. When the woman he kidnapped sneers he would never own her, heâs more than happy to prove her wrong. It doesnât matter he is being forced into this marriage by The Syndicate, to cover-up the kidnapping.
An enemy is forging a plan to take Ricca down. Can a marriage, even one forced by the decision of others, turn into a solid band of trust, loyalty, and eventually love? Or will either oneâor their enemyârip out their heart to stop it from beating? Dive into this Mafia Romance where the value of human life is worth less than loyalty.
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Title: Punish
Series: Protect #2
Author: Olivia Ryann
Genre: Dark Romance
Release Date: January 22, 2019
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Stolen and abducted⦠yet in the same stroke, saved.
On one hand, I escaped certain death at the hands of people who have already hurt me.
On the other, now Iâm trapped with him.
The rival of my abuser, who is every bit as terrifying. Dark and sinfully handsome, he wants me.
He wants me to turn my back on the religion that has raised me.
He wants me to spread my legs for him and him alone.
He wants to punish me. He wants to teach me to like his lessons.
Or else heâll kill my little sister and turn me over to the men who controlled me before.
Either way, I will have to make sacrifices. Sacrifices that have lasting consequences.
I walk on the knifeâs edge between falling prey again and completely losing myself.
And if Iâm not careful, I may end up worse than dead...
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His lips brush my ear, his teeth touching the cartilage. Not biting, but just so close. âYou will scream my name and beg me for my cock. You will fall from grace. Not only that, youâll luxuriate in living with me, in the shadows.â
Then he kisses my neck, his firm lips finding my pulse point. He sucks at the skin, forcing his body against mine. He is so rough, surely he will leave a mark.
And Iâm frozen, unable to move.
Thinking, not again. I canât take it if another man does what Father Derrik does to me. I confessed because itâs what Father Derrik said that God wanted from meâ¦
But where is God now?
Nowhere to be found, especially not within Dryas.
Dryas lets me go all the sudden. Iâm forced to catch myself as I stumble a bit, righting my balance. I look at Dryas, my expression hardening.
âYou shouldnât do that.â
He grins. âWhat? I shouldnât make you fall in love with me?â
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Olivia Ryann is the dark romance pen name of Wall Street Journal, USA Today, and Amazon Top 20 Bestseller Vivian Wood. She loves poetic phrases and bits of melodic memories. She adores dominant, hard men and soft, fragile women with backbones made of steel. She wants to put them together as often as possible, in unconventional ways.
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