Title: Crave: Part One
Series: Crave Duet #1
Author: E.K. Blair
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 14, 2017
Kason and Adaline.
From the moment they met, they started to fall. Neither of them predicted just how far the drop would be, though.
Loving Adaline was all Kason had ever wanted to do. But layer by layer, he started to unravel, forcing Adaline to face an addiction she never couldâve imagined.
This is what happens when one person loves beyond the craving and the other craves beyond the loving.
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E.K. Blair, takes her readers on an emotional roller coaster with her dynamic and intense writing style. Noted for her ability to create fleshed-out characters that will evoke a realm of reactions, you can be assured that her stories will linger with you far beyond the last word.
A former first grade teacher with an imagination that runs wild. Daydreaming and zoning out is how she was often found in high school. Blair tends to drift towards everything dark and moody. Give her a character and she will take pleasure in breaking them down, digging into their core to find what lies underneath.
Aside from writing, E.K. Blair finds pleasure in music, drinking her Starbucks in peace, and spending time with her friends. Sheâs a thinker, an artist, a wife, a mom, and everything in between.
I fell in love with a boy a long time ago.
I was only a small girl. Scared and frightened, I was taken from my home and held against my will. His father hurt me, but he protected me and kept me safe as best he could.
Until I left him.
I ran the first chance I got and even though I knew he wasn’t behind me, I didn’t stop. The branches lashed out at me, punishing me for leaving him in the hands of a monster.
I’ve never felt such guilt in my life.
Although I survived, the boy was never found. I prayed for him to be safe. I dreamed he’d be alright and come back to me. Even as a young girl I knew I loved him, but I betrayed him.
Twenty years later, all my wishes came true.
But the boy came back a man. With a grip strong enough to keep me close and a look in his eyes that warned me to never dare leave him again. I was his to keep after all.
Twenty years after leaving one hell, I entered another. Our tale was only just getting started.
It’s dark and twisted.
But that doesn’t make it any less of what it is.
A love story. Our love story.
Twenty years ago
I’m so used to this room. I don’t know how long it’s been, but I don’t bother to count the days anymore. I don’t hope for Mama to come find me anymore. I know it’s useless now, and it only makes me more upset.
The only solace I have is lying beside me. I speak without thinking, just saying what’s on my mind to break up the silence in the cold room.
“I wish I were a bird.” I blink at the faint light shining through the small window so high up on the cinder block wall. “Then I could fly away.” My voice lowers to nearly a whisper and I turn on the hard ground, facing the boy at my side. I tuck my arm under my head and swallow the lump in my throat as I avoid his gaze. It’s such a serious look in his light gray eyes. I can hardly stand the chill that runs through me.
Some days I think he’s angry with me. I can’t shake the thought that he hates me; that he hates being stuck here with me, both of us helpless and at the hands of his heartless father.
“Both of us.” I clear my throat and chance a look up at him as I add, “I mean I wish we were both birds.” I turn to gesture toward the far wall as I explain, “So we could fly through that window.”
The boy smiles at me, although I don’t think it’s genuine. “But it’s closed,” he says in a voice so rough and low it makes goosebumps spread across my skin. He clears his own throat, propping up his head in his hand and leaning on his elbow to look down at me. My heart does a weird flip in my chest, fluttering when he leans closer to me. I can feel the heat of his body. He’s older than me. He looks it, too. I feel my cheeks heat with a blush and I look away, turning back to the window and pulling at the thin gown I have on. It’s not enough to keep me warm down here and I know if I were just a bit closer to the boy, I’d be more comfortable, but I keep my distance.
“Well, what animal then?” I ask the boy, curling on my side and tucking both arms beneath my head.
He’s quiet for a moment, but then he answers, “A wolf could break it.”
I resist the urge to turn to face him, closing my eyes as they roll and a small smile forms on my lips. A wolf could never fit through that window.
I decide to play along, feeling a warmth run through me as I hear him scoot closer to me. He never touches me, but he likes to be close to me. And I like it too although I don’t tell him. “Well, you be a wolf and break the window, and I’ll be a bird. Together we can run away.”
“I saw a wolf kill a bird once on TV,” he says, but the boy’s voice is devoid of emotion and the shock of what he said makes me turn to face him, sitting up and pulling my knees into my chest.
“Why would a wolf do that?” I feel my brows pinch and my lips turn down; I know it’s obvious I’m horrified from what he said, and it only makes him laugh.
He shrugs his shoulders and picks at a spot on the concrete floor, a satisfied smirk on his lips. Something about the look on his face makes my heart do that fluttering motion again and I find myself inching forward, my toes barely touching his thigh. But we both notice that they touch.
“A wolf doesn’t have any reason to hurt a bird.” I stare at him, but he still doesn’t look up at me. “I don’t understand.”
The boy tilts his head to look at me and this time, the expression is something I’ve never seen before. There’s a rawness in the light gray flecks, a heat on the outer edge where his eyes get darker. Almost like a flicker of a flame giving his gaze an intensity that makes my body freeze, but not with a coldness, with a burning heat.
“I think he did it,” the boy starts to say, licking his lower lip and staring right through me, not caring that I can’t even breathe when he looks at me like that, “I think he did it just because he wanted to.”
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In January 2016 Willow was staying up late with Evie and just thinking of all these stories. They came to her constantly so she finally sat down and just started writing. She always wanted to do it so she figured, why not? Today Willow cannot be happier for making that decision!
Title: When Angels Seek Chaos
Author: Addison Jane
Genre: Romantic Suspense/Mafia Romance
Release Date: August 16, 2017
Angelo Moretti was a man I should have stayed far away from.
When my world was torn apart before my eyes, and I was left vulnerable and damaged, he was sent to protect me.
He was hard.
He was patronizing.
And he was the most beautiful man I’d ever met.
Every bone in my body told me to hate him, to despise everything he stood for.
But I couldn’t.
Angelo lit a fire inside me I’d spent my entire life smothering with obedience and fear. He pushed me further than I’d ever been before, and when I was right on the edge, he dared me to jump.
He offered me redemption and the chance to hurt those who’d wronged me. In order to get that though, I had to take a leap into his world, the deadly mafia empire the DePalma family had created, one filled with drugs, guns, and blood.
I found him in the darkness, but it was there that I may just lose myself.
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Addison Jane is a born and bred kiwi girl with a passion for romance and writing.
When she gets the chance she enjoys the little things in life such as reading, dancing, music, and Facebook, but her world really revolves around the little girl who calls her Mum. It's an awkward balance between alpha males and Disney princesses but it works.
Growing up on a small farm next to the beach will always make her a country girl at heart. But since moving away to a small town close to the city she's discovered a dangerous love for shopping.
Writing stories has been something that's come naturally since she was young, and with the massive support of her friends and family, she finally decided to step out of her comfort zone and share them with the world.
She enjoys bringing her books to life with strong female leads, sexy passionate men and a rollercoaster of twists and turns that lead to the happily ever after that her readers desire.
Series: Wrong #4
Authors: LP Lovell & Stevie J. Cole
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: August 16, 2017
The kind of life Iâve lived, it haunts you. Stains you. Destroys you. It took everything from me. My love. My familyâ¦ my transgressions were paid with Tor and Caylaâs blood and I want revenge. Blood. Death. His head in my hands. Iâve lost everything, and all thatâs left to do is end the men who took them from me. Betrayal. Secrets. Vengeance. This is war.
Lauren Lovell is an indie author from England.
She suffers from a total lack of brain to mouth filter and is the friend you have to explain before you introduce her to anyone, and apologise for afterwards.
Lauren is a self-confessed shameless pervert, who may be suffering from slight peen envy.
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Stevie J. Cole
Stevie J. Cole lives deep in the woods of Alabama with her husband and two precious daughters. She studied Epidemiology concentrating on cancer research but has always had a passion for writing. Some of her stories will strip you bare, some will give you nightmares, but the one thing she can promise is that she will always give you stories that make you feel.
Raw. Gritty. Love.
Because sometimes characters need to be flawed.
P.S. Stevie's greatest fear is the impending zombie apocalypse. Think about it: swarming armies of decaying, oozing corpses stumbling around with clicking teeth, trying to eat your face. Nothing about that is good. NOTHING!
Jorinda Pearce thought she did everything right – graduated from college, married her long-time sweetheart, established a career. But what does she have to show for it now? A degree she doesn’t use, a job she hates, and an ex-husband that broke her heart. Looking for a long overdue adventure, Jorie takes a walk on the wild side and attends a masquerade event at The Wicked Horse Vegas. It’s exactly the escape she’s looking for, and even better, she can explore anonymously. Drawn to the man masked in black leather with the body of a god, Jorie finds the greatest pleasures of her life at the hands of a stranger. Walsh Brooks is the most sought after man in The Wicked Horse. Sex is nothing but a game to him and he’s the type that will always leave at the end of the night without looking back. Unfortunately for Walsh, there’s no way he can walk away from the mysterious green-eyed beauty behind the mask of sapphire feathers, because he knows exactly who she is. Jorie is his best friend’s little sister and there’s not another woman in the world that’s more off limits. WEBSITE | FACEBOOK | TWITTER | BOOKBUB | AMAZON AUTHOR PAGE | INSTAGRAM
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Title: Hate Me, Take Me
A Hate-to-Love Duet Bundle
Author: Clare James
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Romantic Comedy
Cover Design: Cover Me Darling
Release Date: August 21, 2017
HATE ME, TAKE ME
They say thereâs a thin line between love and hate, and in the case of these couples, weâre talking razor thin!
In this hate-to-love duet by Clare James, two couples cross that dangerous lineâ¦more than once!
Falling for your sisterâs nemesis? Only a low-life dog would do something like that, right? And that ainât me, not anymore. Iâm trying to be a stand-up guyâfinally making smart decisions, helping my little sister, and getting my shit together. For once, things are finally going my way.
Until Jenna shows up. As soon as I meet her, I know sheâs the enemy. Iâve heard enough to understand that sheâs off limits. Banned. Forbidden. But when she moves in next door, itâs impossible to stay away, and I soon discover sheâs not as bad as everyone says. Of course, sheâs difficult, selfish, and a royal pain in the ass, but sheâs also gorgeous, smart, kind, andâ¦well, letâs just say I am that low-life dog. Traitor. Turncoat. And the worldâs shittiest brother. Woof. Woof.
It's an offer I can't refuse...
He was my best friend. He is my current enemy. Yet he wants me and I want him. And since weâre both stuck in our hometown unattached, we agree to a truce.
Two hours, once a week, no strings attached. But what sounds like the perfect arrangement, turns into so much moreâ¦yet not nearly enough.
This hate-to-love duet includes: Never Be Tamed, Two-Hour Truce, and exclusive bonus content.
âJenna,â he said with more force this time. âLook at me.â
I flashed my gaze up to him and then back down, quickly.
It wasnât enough for him. He placed a finger under my chin and tipped my face up to his so I had no choice this time. His eyes were soft, but intense. Not quite black as they were before, but they were dilated, and his lids were slightly hooded. It made me wonder what my eyes looked like to him in the moment. Were they giving me away? Could he see that he had broken through the wall that not many people had? Did he know how desperately I wanted him to stay? Could he tell I needed his touch?
Did he know he was dealing with a completely sex-starved, socially awkward, recluse?
The corner of his mouth quirked up just then, and I thought yes, maybe he did know.
âThank you for dinner,â he said as my eyes tore away from his and focused on his mouth. He licked his bottom lip, and the flickers flashed in my stomach again. Sparks working toward a flame.
I nodded, unable to find my words when he was invading my space.
His lips moved closer to my face, and I swallowed, bracing myself.
My throat went try. My hands shook. And that flame took hold inside me. I didnât want to wait for him. I wanted to kill the daylight between our bodies while my hands tangled in his hair. I wanted to know what he tasted like. There was so much I wanted, but in the end, I couldnât do any of those things.
And instead of his lips descending on mine, they veered left, and landed on the shell of my ear.
âI know you thought I was afraid to be alone with you, but just so you know,â he said with a ragged breath that I felt from the top of my scalp all the way down to my toes, âIâm not afraid of anything.â
He pressed his lips on my cheek, and then he was gone.
Clare James is the bestselling author of contemporary romance and new adult novels with spunky heroines and sexier-than-sin heroes. Her Entangled Brazen debut, CAUGHT, was a #1 Best-Selling Romance Series, and the touching family drama, Two-Hour Truce, also hit #1 as a category bestseller. And Clareâs Impossible Love Series has more than 500,000 downloads to date and counting!
A fan of smart, funny, and steamy romance, Clare spends most of her time lost in books. When sheâs not reading, you can find her locked away writing. Clare is also a former dancer and still loves to get her groove on â mostly to work off her beloved cupcakes and red wine. She lives in Minneapolis with her two leading men â her husband and young son â and is always on social media chatting with readers
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Authors: Karla Sorensen & Whitney Barbetti
Genre: Dark Romantic Comedy
Cover Design: Najla Qamber Designs
Photograph: By Braadyn
Release Date: August 23, 2017
X and I were probably doomed from the start.
Thatâs what happens when you meet in court-mandated group therapy and then try to steal from him to pay off your blackmailing drug dealer. Former drug dealer, thank you very much. I'm turning over a new leaf and all that.
Which is why I should leave him alone.
Except he tempts me to do things I swore Iâd stop doing. Itâs that whole gruff, grumbly, anti-social thing he has going on. Him, flame. Me, moth. Something about him calls to me, makes the blood hum in my body. And I don't want that feeling to end.
Lucy Connors is straight-up insane.
She looks like a Disney princess and tries my patience in more ways than I thought possible. Besides the fact that I have to save her cute little ass from jail, I canât quite figure out how to leave her alone. Even when sheâs trying her hand at Breaking and Entering. Especially when it's myhouse she's burglarizing.
Yeah, we were probably doomed from the start.
But thatâs the thing about being hooked on something so good, and so bad for youâyou donât walk away when you should.
Well, letâs see ... Iâm a wife and a mother. Iâm a writer who wants to make people smile when they read my words. I own a dog that sheds roughly eighteen pounds of hair every day. I am obsessed with Outlander (both the books and the show). Iâm almost exclusively a romance reader, which means some people will never consider me a literary snob. If I could meet one historical figure, it would be Jane Austen. I received my Bachelors in Public Relations and worked in health care marketing before I had my babies. I hate Twitter. I do it, but I hate it. Also, if you want to get on my good side, bring me wine and I'll love you forever.
I am a wife to one and a mom to two humans and one cat. I have a deep and abiding love for nachos - especially the kind with the liquid cheese, like from Taco Bell (sorry). I run on less than four hours of sleep thanks to copious amounts of Diet Coke. (Note: this paragraph is not sponsored by anyone except my hungry stomach.)
As a Navy brat, I grew up all over the country, from California and up the east coast from Florida to New England and Colorado. I currently live in Idaho, where we have lots of potatoes and windmills.
I write character-driven contemporary romance novels, heavy on the emotional connection. I LOVE love. I love writing about broken characters who find their soul mates.
Series: The Force Duet #1
Authors: M. Malone & Nana Malone
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 8, 2017
I am the shadow that haunts the night. I am a hunter, a protector...a force for good...I am Jonas Castillo.
For years Iâve existed on the edge of the dark, protecting innocents who canât protect themselves. Untilâ¦ her. Jessica JJ Jones. The bane of my existence. A bright light in the dark. The crack in my armor. A loud, argumentative beautiful crack in my armor.
But first, thereâs a more immediate concern. JJ is running scared. And to protect her I might have to break the vow I made years ago.
Book 1 of The Force Duet. Book 2, Enforce, will release on 8/29/17
The elevator doors slid open and Jonas stepped into the entryway. It was dark and quiet, the only sound coming from the direction of Matthiasâs room. That kid never slept no matter what time of day it was, but he also didnât ask questions. So he was off the hook.
Then he stepped into the living room and was confronted with a tight, toned ass in skintight leggings.
All the parts of him that had been asleep fired to life. Jonas sucked in a deep breath as JJ shifted her position at the window, the globes of her ass bouncing slightly with the movement. His dick tried to follow her. It should have been a welcome diversion. Hell, at least he wasnât depressed and feeling the sting of failure anymore. But this was JJ. The woman lived to torment him. So as spectacular as that ass was, it was the last thing he wanted to see in the middle of the night coming off a tough case.
âWhy are you still awake?â
It came out harsher than heâd intended, but there was no need to apologize. JJ didnât offend easily, probably because she thrived on insults and could throw out verbal daggers with the best of them. As heâd expected, she merely turned her head slightly to acknowledge his presence before turning back to the night sky, dismissing him.
âWhy canât you mind your own business?â she asked in a deceptively sweet voice.
Never mind that just a few moments ago, Jonas had wanted nothing more than to climb into bed without having to engage anyone. Now he stepped farther into the room, instinctively drawn to her. There was just something about Jessica Jones that he could not resist. It was sick in a way, but he got off on fighting with her. That smart mouth and those killer curves were the perfect combination to make his dick hard while simultaneously pissing him off.
It was a heady combination.
âWhat would be the fun in that?â Jonas asked, speaking truthfully.
She turned from whatever it was that was holding her attention outside and eyed him with a sneer. âI would ask if you had a hot date but thatâs doubtful. Jackasses really arenât in this season.â
Now that hurt. âWomen love me.â
She sniffed and slid him a sidelong glance. âFrankly, I donât see the appeal. But then again there are people who like candy corn and peeps. Thereâs really no accounting for tasteâ¦or lack thereof.â
âHey! Candy corn is awesome.â Jonas might have to rethink his taste in women if she was dogging on candy corn. How could you not enjoy something that was pure high-octane sugar? âYouâre probably just too bitter to enjoy it.â
Her eyes flashed and for a moment there was something behind the look that made him regret his choice of words. âToo bad for you, youâll never have a taste.â Her words carried a hint of hurt with them and he wanted to bite off his tongue.
They snarked at each other and played fast and loose with their words, but he would never actually want to hurt her. It bothered him that he even could. In his mind, JJ was as invincible as her comic book character namesake, and finding a chink in her armor was both disturbing and endearing.
âIâm sorry, I didnât mean anything by that.â
âWhatever. Youâre probably right. Iâll leave the sweetness to you. I just happen to like my men a little bitâ¦stronger with a hint of a bite. Same way I like my whiskey.â
Releasing August 29, 2017
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.
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: Reminding Avery
Author: Kaylee Ryan
Genre: New Adult Romance
Release Date: August 8, 2017
Most of the guys in my town had me marked as off limits. My dating history was slim to none, until Dylan. He didnât let labels deter him from sweeping me off my feet.
The day Avery Stanton took a chance on me is that day my life changed. Nothing else mattered but her. All I ever wanted was for her to be happy. I just wanted to love her, no matter how much distance was between us.
Dylan Knight wrecked me. He made me fall in love with him and then took it all away. Now Iâm back, and I canât deal. How do I pretend that he no longer owns my heart when all my heart does is scream his name?
Averyâs back and I know I have a fight on my hands. I remember every minute, every touch, every kiss, and every breath of our time together. Now I need to remind her.
Kaylee Ryan is a New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author. When sheâs not spinning tales of happily ever after, sheâs reading or spending time with family. Born and raised an Ohio girl, Kaylee resides in Cincinnati with her husband and their son.
A Men of Lovibond Series Standalone
Author: Georgia Cates
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 4, 2017
My employeeâs daughter. The tomboy. The kid who once did odd jobs around the brewery. Thatâs all she wasâ¦ until three years passed and she walked into my office for an interview.
Frankee Dawson is no longer that girl I once called Kiddo. Sheâs grown into a beautiful, sexy, desirable woman. Very desirable. And thatâs a problem. Sheâs my employeeâs daughter. Lovibond family. And too young for me. Too innocent.
I want to feel her respond to my kiss.
I want her body to tremble as she anticipates my touch.
I want to learn all the places that bring her pleasure.
But mostly I want her to know that sheâs never truly been loved by a man until me.
Frankee is my intern and under me for the summer. Literally. Itâs a difficult secret to maintain when you canât keep your hands off each other.
This was supposed to be a hot summer fling. Sex and fun without commitmentâthatâs what we called it. But we were wrong. This is more. Iâve never felt this way about a woman. Never cared more about someone elseâs happiness more than my own.
I love her and Iâm happy. So damn happyâ¦ until a terrible mistake from my past springs forward and threatens to rip us apart.
There are a million reasons for her to leave me. And trust me, she should. But all I really need is one good reason for her to stay.
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Frankee and I stayed up until three in the morning. I couldnât keep my hands off of her. Not when she was wearing that sexy-as-fuck lingerie.
Iâve never seen anyone wear anything like that. Sure, Iâve watched porn and seen it on those women, but never on a real-life woman. And never one in my bed.
Frankee is like my very own porno princess.
I gave her six orgasms last nightâone an hour. Iâve never done that before. Not that I donât have the ability. Iâve just never been inclined to.
She doesn't stir. Not even a little. I shake her shoulder this time. âFrankee. Wake up, baby. I have to go.â
She rolls to her back and slowly opens her eyes. âSomeone fucked me into next week. You'll have to check back with me when it comes around to see if I can wake up.â
âYou don't have to get up, but I do have to go.â
âNo. Don't go. Staaaay.â She has no idea how badly I want to.
At some point during the night, Frankee washed off her makeup, and Iâm seeing her for the first time without cosmetics. Itâs confirmed. Sheâs a natural beauty and doesnât need that garbage on her face.
âI wish I could stay in this bed with you all day, but I promised Stout I'd help him move his stuff to his new house today. I was supposed to be there already, but I couldnât bear to leave when you looked so beautiful in my bed.â
I already know heâs going to give me shit for being late.
âWait a minuteâ¦ before you go.â
Frankee dashes to the bathroom, still wearing her porno princess attire from last night. That is one convenient getup. I hope she has more of those.
She returns from the bathroom with her hair twisted into a topknot. I donât know what it is that makes that so damn sexy.
She wraps her arms around my shoulders and lowers herself to straddle me on the bed. âKiss me before you go.â
Her mouth is minty. And hungry, based on the way she devours my mouth and neck. âIs this your plan for tempting me to stay?â
Her hands are working to undo the button and zipper on my jeans. âNo. This is.â
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Georgia resides in rural Mississippi with her wonderful husband, Jeff, and their two beautiful daughters. She spent fourteen years as a labor and delivery nurse before she decided to pursue her dream of becoming an author and hasnât looked back yet.
When sheâs not writing, sheâs thinking about writing. When sheâs being domestic, sheâs listening to her music and visualizing scenes for her current work in progress. Every story coming from her always has a song to inspire it.
Title: Trashy Foreplay
Series: Trashy Affair #1
Author: Gemma James
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 3, 2017
Never flirt with temptation.
Never lust after what I canât have.
And never, under any circumstances, screw a married man again.
By the time this story is told, Iâll have failed at all threeâ¦
With my heart and reputation in ruins, I canât afford to make another mistake. Boarding a flight to Seattle is supposed to give me a clean slate, but from the moment Cash Montgomery slides into the seat next to mine, Iâm captivated by his steel eyes that see too much. I ache for this stranger in a way Iâve never ached for anyone.
But I didnât know he was married, and I sure as hell didnât see the curveball fate had in store. My clean slate in Seattle isnât so clean after all because my new boss is the man forbidden to me.
And the only man I want.
The only man Iâll do anything for, even if it means breaking the promise I made to myself when I fled my old life in shame.
I wasnât supposed to fall for a married man, but I did.
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: Though the subject matter deals with cheating, there are no innocent parties here. Book 1 in the Trashy Affair series.
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.
Title: Forever Hearts
Author: CJ MartÃn
Genre: New Adult/Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 3, 2017
Best friends arenât meant to fall in love with each otherâ¦
From the time I was five, Jesse Collins was my world. He was my partner in crime. My best friend. My confidant.
We were inseparable. Soul mates. Forever hearts. But all that changed when he took on a new role. Lover.
He told me to trust. To have faith. To believe in our love.
And I did.
But we all eat lies when the heart is hungry. And mine was damn hungry for Jesse Collins. I couldn't stop myself from falling for him, even if I wanted to.
This is our story. The good. The bad. The heartbreaking.
But in the end, will the thread that binds us together be strong enough to weather the storm?
I used to think so, but now Iâm not quite as sureâ¦
Forever Hearts is a friends to lovers new adult romance. If you like sexy and sweet, hot and handsome, mixed with a whole lot of spice, then youâll love this steamy romance by best-selling author CJ MartÃn.
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I shower, get dressed, make it all the way to my car, before I realize that I left my cell phone in my apartment. I pat my pockets, check my purse, and glance at the dashboard to see if the Bluetooth symbol is illuminatedâit isnât. I groan audibly as I switch off the ignition and rush back into the cold. Itâs mid-March, yet the thermometer has barely reached thirty degrees this week, and with the wind whipping through the air, the âreal feelâ is in the single digits.
Back inside my apartment I locate my phone on the kitchen counter, still plugged into the charger. As I pick it up, my eyes scan over several notifications, one of which is a text message from Bill.
Bill: Hi, Sweetie. Just got back from the airport with my parents. Reservations are at seven. Are you on your way?
I glance at the clock. Itâs five forty-five. I can make it across town with plenty of time to spareâI think. Billâs perpetually early, as in, if we do not arrive twenty minutes prior to the start of any functionâand I do mean anyand every functionâ he panics. Heâs chronically early; Iâm chronically late. We balance each other outâ¦in theory, anyway.
My thumb swipes the screen, but my fingers are too cold to register the touch, so I drop the phone and blow into my hands in an attempt to warm them up. A minute later, I type a quick message to Bill.
Riley: Omw. Left ten minutes ago.
This is an outright lie; Iâm still standing in my kitchen and I would never text and drive. He should know that after nine months of dating, but he simply agrees.
His response is simple. Quick. Efficient. Just like him.
I knock on Billâs front door thirty minutes laterâtraffic was heavier and slower than I anticipated. His mother and father are seated on the sofa. Itâs not the first time Iâm meeting them, but every time they visit I have the feeling I should be walking on eggshells. Theyâre prim and proper, formal, refinedâthe exact opposite of me.
âMr. and Mrs. Lewg.â I smile as I embrace first his father, then his mother, in the worldâs most awkward hug. âSo good to see you.â
âLovely to see you, dear.â Mrs. LewgâCarole, though sheâs never told me to call her thatâsays. âBill was just telling us he has a special announcement before we leave for dinner.â
âOh?â I raise my eyebrows as I turn toward Bill. My mind quickly scans over our last few conversations. I canât remember him talking about any major deal specifically, apart from the new property, but that deal closed weeks ago. All right, okay, I may not pay one hundred percent attention when he blabs on and on about investment properties or the price per square foot of Building A versus Building B, but can you blame me? Commercial real estate is freaking boring. Take it from me, I should know; itâs all Bill ever seems to talk about.
âRiley.â Bill makes no effort to move from in front of the mantle where he stands, but he extends his hand and pulls me toward him. âCan you come here for one second? Thereâs something I want to ask you. Something Iâve wanted to ask you for a long time.â
The smiling face of my roommate pops to mind and her words bounce around my brain. Youâll be engaged before me. But surely thatâs not what this is. We havenât been together that long. I havenât even given him a key to my apartment yet. He just met my family.
âRiley Ann Jones.â He takes both my hands, and I will myself to close my mouth, which gapes open in the most unflattering way.
Oh, shit. Oh, no. Fuck. Please donât let him be asking what I think heâs going toâ
âThis past yearâ¦â ânine months, I automatically correct in my headâ âhas been the happiest year of my life. Youâre everything that I want in a life partner: smart, beautiful, kind, honestâ¦â
I swallow. Iâm not so honest.
He drops to one knee, looks up at me with caring brown eyes. âWould you do me the honor of becoming my wife?â
My gaze darts around the room, heart beating wildly in my chest, not from excitement, but from fear.
His mother smiles at me encouragingly, as Bill cracks open a small, velvet jewelry box. âIt was my grandmotherâs. Itâs been in our family for generations. I asked my mother to bring it in with her.â He waves with his free hand to where his parents sit. âItâs part of the reason why they flew in early.â He smiles again. âSo, will you? Will you be my wife?â
Holy fuck. Bill scrunches his nose and I press my lips together, sending another silent prayer heavenward that I didnât just say fuck in front of his parents. In front of my (potential) future in-laws.
âKind of waiting on an answer here, Riley.â His voice jokes, but I can see the tension around his eyes.
I squeeze my eyes tight, swallow a deep breath, and nod. âYes.â My voice is the faintest of whispers. âYes, Iâll marry you.â
âWonderful!â his mother exclaims, clapping her hands in front of her chest. Bill pulls himself to his feet and slips the ring onto my left finger. Itâs delicate, a solitaire, round-cut stone, light and classy, but it feels like a heavy anchor pulling me down. Iâm suffocating. Sinking. Drowning.
Mr. Lewg claps Bill on the back. âCongratulations, son.â They shake hands as though theyâre business associates rather than father and son.
Bill locks eyes with me, the megawatt smile that is plastered on every billboard within a thirty-mile radius beams at me. He mouths âI love you,â but all I can do is nod, because thereâs only one thought looping through my mind right now, and if Iâm not careful, the words will escape and topple the house of cards that Iâve struggled to build this entire year.
Those words are on my mind throughout our indulgent, five-course meal.
Theyâre there later that night when Bill makes love to me and tells me how happy he is.
And theyâre still there long after his breath has slowed and he has fallen asleep. Then, and only then, do I let the devastating truth fall past my lips:
Heâs not Jesse.
CJ MartÃn lives in Pennsylvania with her wonderful husband and her adorable (sometimes infuriating) dog, Albert. She is an avid reader and has been known to spend her days ignoring her responsibilities while engrossed in a good book. She enjoys traveling and yoga.
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The world that was once known is gone. In its place is a society where the rich rule, and the female population are auctioned off to the highest bidder.
I am more primitive than most, living off the grid and surviving on my own. I am a loner, a man who has needs and desires, and I am about to do something about it.
I may not be wealthy enough to purchase a female for myself, but I’ll have one as mine regardless.
And anyone who tries to stop me will see exactly the type of man I am, and the lengths I’ll go to claim a woman as my own.
I lost the only two people I loved, my parent who hid me away from a barbaric society that wanted nothing more than to sell my body.
Being alone was consuming, and I didn’t know how much more I could take.
Then I found myself injured, on the verge of unconsciousness, and in the middle of nowhere. When I wake I’m in a strange cabin, and the man who is just feet from me looks at me as if he owns me.
He’s big, strong and muscular, and seems more animal than human.
And he’s told me I’m his now.
Warning: This story is fast, hot, and leaves nothing to the imagination. It features an over-the-top, caveman alpha male who wants his heroine as only his, and nothing will stop him from making that happen. Oh, did I mention the hero and heroine are both virgins *wink*. Lock your bedroom door, because this is one story you’ll want to read alone.
Jenika Snow is a USA Today Bestselling Author that lives in the northwest with her husband and their two daughters. Before she started writing full-time she worked as a nurse.
An Oath Keepers MC Standalone
Author: Sapphire Knight
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: August 1, 2017
Daydream, or was it more like a Nightmare?
He was a biker, a Nomad at that.
They're the worst type of outlaws to fall for.
He called me his daydream and I fell.
I promised I wouldn't fÃck him, but I lied and then left.
I had to, he didn't want kids and I was carrying his child.
Now, I have to go back and can't help but wonder...
will he kill me for keeping his son a secret?
Sapphire Knight is the International Bestselling Author of Secrets, Exposed, Relinquish, Corrupted, Forsaken Control, Unwanted Sacrifices, Friction, Unexpected Forfeit, Russian Roulette, Princess and 1st Time Love.
The series are called Russkaya Mafiya, Oath Keepers MC, Ground and Pound, and Dirty Down South. Her books all reflect on what she loves to read herself.
Sapphire's a Texas girl who is crazy about football. She's always had a knack for writing, whether it is poems or stories.
She originally studied psychology and believes that it's added to her passion for writing.
Sapphire is the proud mom of two boys and has been married for thirteen years. When she's not busy in her writing cave, she's playing with her three Doberman Pinschers. She loves to donate to help animals and watch a good action movie.
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