New Release: Mischief by Lacey Dailey

 

Title: Mischief

Series: Circuit #2

Author: Lacey Dailey
Genre: New Adult Romance

Release Date: February 20, 2019

 

Blurb
Mischief was my greatest kept secret. The side of me I’d never expose.
There was nothing on earth that rivaled the rush I got when I sat down inside
Circuit every night, fingers twitching with the need to use hacking to change
the world. Mischief lit me on fire and there was nothing that could compare.
Or so I thought.
Brett Maddison burst into my life, hair like honey and dimples deep
enough to make any man’s knees weak. It was then I learned the truth. Mischief
was no longer the only thing that caused my heart to pulse two beats faster and
blood to blaze beneath the surface of my skin.
The feelings I had for Brett knocked me off my course and took me on a
rollercoaster of emotions I’d never felt before. It took meeting him to
recognize what I’d been missing, and suddenly, Mischief wasn’t the only thing
in my life I craved deeply.
For a split second, I thought I’d hit the jackpot in life. I was proven
wrong the moment unexplained emails began to flood my inbox and the questions
they brought went unanswered.
Then I got my answer.
And everything changed.

 

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Excerpt
I scanned
him though I didn’t need to. I knew what Ace looked like. Had every inch of him
memorized like some Grade-A creep. His hair was still in the knot it was in
last night, but it was flopped over and hanging by his ear. There were loose
pieces falling down his neck and one stuck to his eyelash. Sleep and lack of
coffee muted the green in his eyes. I watched as he yawned and scratched his
chest, his T-shirt lifting to expose skin right above his waistband. His
knuckles mindlessly brushed the exposed skin. 
I wanna be
those knuckles. 
He cleared
his throat. The barbell in his eyebrow raised when he gave me a look. 
“You
checking me out, man?”
I snorted,
flipping him off. “You wish.” 
He winked
and turned around, shaking his ass before he started down the hall. “Let’s
move, sugar lips! I did not start my day off making breakfast for a lazy hunk
of man meat.”
“Are you
flirting with me?” I shouted. 
“I sure as
shit am!” 
I chuckled
and rolled out of bed, dragging on the first pair of sweats I could find. I
trudged down the hallway and slid onto a stool, dropping my head to the
counter. “Since when do you cook?”
“I cook.”
“No, you do
not. You live off Red Vines, Slim Jims, and leftover takeout.” 
“Well, today
I cooked. So eat your damn food.” 
“Fine, mom,
I mocked, sitting up straight. I wasn’t at all surprised to find a turkey
sandwich sitting in front of me. Ace didn’t subject himself to food norms. He
ate whatever the hell he wanted when he wanted. If he wanted pesto chicken at
eight in the morning, that’s what he’d eat. 
“He made me
a sandwich,” I joked, sinking my teeth into the bread.
“Fuck you,”
he spat. “I was too lazy to make spaghetti.” 
“Dude, we
got any pickles?” Crumbs went flying from the small sliver of space between my
lips.
He plopped
down on the stool beside mine. “I’m not your pickle handler.”
“Bro,”
I snorted. “You could not handle my pickle.”
But I
definitely wanted him to try. 
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Author Bio
The best place to find Lacey is with her nose in a book.
She’s a sucker for a good love story and a happy ending that has her swooning.
When she’s not obsessing over giving her own characters a happy ending, you can
find her in the dance studio embowering young dancers and giving out tons of
stickers. Thanks to her mother’s pizzeria, Lacey can make a delicious pizza.



When she’s not putting on her dance shoes or inhaling a
slice of pizza, she’s in front of her computer binge watching romantic comedies
and penning stories with love so powerful, it’ll last a lifetime. As a recent
graduate of Central Michigan University, Lacey intends to keep inspiring people
through dance and lots and lots of words. She currently lives in Central
Michigan surrounded by her family and unpredictable weather.

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Now Live: Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

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Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

Release Date: February 11th

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Kill Switch, an all-new standalone dark romantic suspense by Penelope Douglas.

WINTER

Sending him to prison was the worst thing I could’ve done. It didn’t matter that he did the crime or that I wished he was dead. Perhaps I thought I’d have time to disappear before he got out or he’d cool off in jail and be anything but the horror he was.

But I was wrong. Three years came and went too fast, and now he’s anything but calm. Prison only gave him time to plan.

And while I anticipated his vengeance, I didn’t expect this.

He doesn’t want to make me hurt. He wants to make everything hurt.

DAMON

First thing’s first. Get rid of her daddy. He told them I forced her. He told them his little girl was a victim, but I was a kid, too, and she wanted it just as much as I did.

Step two… Give her, her sister, and her mother nowhere to run and no fuel to escape. The Ashby women are alone now and desperate for a knight in shining armor.

But that’s not what’s coming.

No, it’s time I listened to my father and took control of my future. It’s time I showed them all—my family, her family, my friends—that I will never change and that I have no other ambition than to be the nightmare of their lives.

Starting with her.

She’ll be so scared, she won’t even be safe in her own head by the time I’m done with her. And the best part is I won’t have to break into her home to do it.

As the new man of the house I have all the keys.

Kill Switch is suitable for readers 18+. While it can be read as a stand-alone, all of the characters are developed

throughout the series. The first two books, Corrupt and Hideaway, are now available through Kindle Unlimited!

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WINTER

“I’m sixteen, and I’ve never been kissed.” I put my hands on his chest, feeling my breasts grazing his body. “I waited for you.”

“Winter…”

“I waited for you,” I repeated, panting and brushing his lips with mine. “But I won’t wait forever.”

I layered my lips with his and dipped my tongue out, flicking his lip as I rolled my hips on him. The unmistakably hard ridge of his cock rubbed against my panties through his jeans, and I moaned.

He grabbed me under my arms, holding me up to his face. “That better not be a threat,” he bit out.

And then he took my face in one hand and snatched up my lips, biting my bottom one, almost chewing it like he was starving.

He groaned, I whimpered, and we both gave in, holding each other in our arms, our mouths melting together.

I was fast and clumsy, and I couldn’t keep up with his kisses and tongue in my mouth, but I loved every second.

He nibbled and bit and took with force, gripping the back of my hair to tip my head back and eat at my neck. He moved from my throat to my chin to my jaw and then back to my mouth, and I clutched at his shoulders, tugging on his sweatshirt as I dry-humped him. God, I couldn’t stop myself. He felt so good. It was like an itch that I needed to scratch more and harder.

I tugged at my bow tie, unable to breathe.

Pulling it loose, I unbuttoned my top button, finally feeling freer and diving in, hugging him to where he was sucking on my neck.

My hips moved back and forth, grinding into him

“Winter…” he groaned, pulling back. “I don’t want to…”

I picked up pace, and he grabbed my ass, helping me move.

“Don’t want to what?” I gasped out.

“Make you dirty.”

I slowed, touching his mouth with mine and kissing him softly.

Why would he think that?

“You won’t.” I shook my head, touching his face. “We won’t go all the way. We’ll just play.”

He breathed out a laugh.

I kissed him, and he dug his fingers in again, making my body explode and every inch of skin come alive. God, I loved it when he did that.

About Penelope:

 

Penelope Douglas is a New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author. Her books have been translated into fourteen languages and include The Fall Away Series, The Devil’s Night Series, and the stand-alones, Misconduct, Punk 57, and Birthday Girl. Please look for Kill Switch (Devil’s Night #3), available now.

She lives in Las Vegas with her husband and their daughter.

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Now Available: Work in Progress by Staci Hart

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Her fake husband is a Work In Progress…

Work in Progress, an all-new romantic comedy from Staci Hart, is available now!

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I never thought my first kiss would be on my wedding day.

But here I stand, clutching a bouquet of pale pink roses behind the doors of a Las Vegas chapel, and at the end of the aisle is the absolute last man I imagined would be waiting for me.

Thomas Bane.

Bestselling author. Notorious bad boy. Savagely handsome, dark as sin, chiseled as stone. And somehow, my soon-to-be husband.

Marry him, and I’ll land my dream job. Save him, and I’ll walk away with everything I’ve ever wanted. All I have to do is remember it’s all for show. None of it is real, no matter how real it feels.

But first, I have to survive the kiss.

And with lips like his, my heart doesn’t stand a chance.

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The hall bathroom door opened, consequently stopping the earth’s orbit and flinging me into space for lack of gravity.

Thomas Bane stepped out of the doorway in slow motion, propelled by a cloud of steam that licked at his glistening body like it wanted to taste him. His hair was black, wet, curling and dripping in rivulets down the planes and valleys of his expansive chest and abs and narrow hips. He had that thing, the trough of muscle bracketing his hips that caught sluicing water and carried it in an angle that would eventually reach that unknown terrain beneath his towel. I saw the ghost of that terrain, the long, cylindrical bulge that was substantial enough to clearly state its presence, even through the thick towel.

He smirked, dragging his hand through his wet hair. I salivated, watching droplets of water roll down his forearm and collect on the tip of his erotic elbow.

“You’re up,” he said.

I blinked, not knowing when I’d set my coffee down or how many minutes—hours? years?—had passed in the time I spent ogling his body.

He sauntered into the room like he wasn’t basically naked. I tried unsuccessfully not to stare at his knees, the place where his ropy thigh connected, the angular muscles of his calves, the curve of his ankle, the broad pad of his foot.

He was perfectly proportioned. Michelangelo would have carved him twenty feet tall, and women would have worshipped at his perfect feet.

Gus bounced when he saw Tommy, his toys forgotten. And when Gus took off running, Tommy stopped, eyes widening and hands splayed in front of him.

“Gus, no,” he commanded.

To no one’s surprise, Gus did not listen. He barked once, snagged the hem of Tommy’s towel, and whipped it off him in a single tug that exposed every inch of skin on Thomas Bane’s ridiculous body.

Thank God my coffee was already on the counter. I’d have gotten third-degree burns.

For a split second, Tommy was frozen there in all his natural glory, poised to run after his dog, his face drawn and eyes locked on the sweet, disobedient dog. He wasn’t paying any attention to me.

I, however, gave him my full and undivided consideration.

His thighs were a mass of muscle so hard and defined, the tops were planes that came to a notch at his knee and a point where it met his hip. My eyes caught that trough that had before disappeared and followed it where it pointed—straight to the thatch of dark hair and the member nestled there.

The very thick, very long, mostly limp member.

If I stared at it a second longer, I was going to faint—my vision was already dim, my pulse pumping so hard, I could feel it in my neck, at the back of which a cold sweat had broken.

But he shifted to run after Gus, who was galloping away, trailing the towel behind him.

“Dammit, Gus! Gimme that!”

Then it was the back of him I saw, his hair, the streaming water rolling down all the curves of his shoulders, his back, the valley of his spine, and down to the most perfect ass I’d ever seen in real life.

Well, the only ass I’d ever seen in real life that wasn’t my own, and even that I couldn’t get a good look at without a mirror.

Seriously, that ass. That perfectly sculpted ass, round and tight and curved in the sides, shifting from one side to the other as he ran after the damn dog. My gaze caught a tattoo on one ass cheek, and I squinted at it, trying to make it out.

Tommy bent to snag the end of the towel—I caught sight of his sack and almost dissolved through the floor in an acidic puddle of embarrassment—but when he pulled, Gus spun around, ass in the air and tail wagging as he growled, pulling back.

A string of obscenities left Tommy’s mouth, but I was still gaping and staring at his ass. I realized that I was laughing. It sounded like someone else in a different room.

I wondered absently if this was how it felt to have a stroke.

About the Author

Staci has been a lot of things up to this point in her life — a graphic designer, an entrepreneur, a seamstress, a clothing and handbag designer, a waitress. Can’t forget that. She’s also been a mom, with three little girls who are sure to grow up to break a number of hearts. She’s been a wife, though she’s certainly not the cleanest, or the best cook. She’s also super, duper fun at a party, especially if she’s been drinking whiskey.

From roots in Houston to a seven year stint in Southern California, Staci and her family ended up settling somewhere in between and equally north, in Denver. They are new enough that snow is still magical. When she’s not writing, she’s reading, sleeping, gaming, or designing graphics.

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Cover Reveal: Handle With Care by Helena Hunting

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Handle With Care, an all-new romantic comedy from New York Times bestselling author Helena Hunting is coming August 27th, and we have the fantastic new cover and your first sneak peek!

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I’m startled out of my thoughts when my brother jumps up and shouts a bunch of profane nonsense, hands flailing like he’s trying to swim on land, or approximate the chicken dance while on an LSD trip.

“You can’t do this! It’s absolute bullshit!” Armstrong yells.

I look around the table, trying to piece together what I missed.

“I’m sorry, Armstrong. I know this is a shock, but we feel it’s in the company’s best interest to put Lincoln at the helm during this transitional stage,” G-mom says firmly.

At the helm? I look to G-mom who’s busy not looking at me.

Armstrong jabs at finger at himself. “But I’m the one who’s put in all the time here! I deserve to run the company! Lincoln doesn’t know the first thing about Moorehead. All he knows how to do is dig wells and forage for food in the wilderness. How are those valuable assets here?” He turns his attention to our mother. “Did you know about this? How can you let this happen? Look at him. How can that be the face of our company? He looks like he crawled out of a gutter and mugged a twenty-year-old college kid on a bender. How is this better for our bottom line?”

My mother clasps her hands in front of her. “I’m sorry, Armstrong, but this decision wasn’t mine to make. I know this is hard for you, but your grandmother and fath—”

Armstrong stomps his foot, exactly as a toddler would. “The company is mine! Lincoln can’t have it!”

I raise a hand, half to quiet my brother and also to find out what the freaking deal is. “Whoa, let’s back this bus up. Can someone explain what’s going on?”

“You’ve been appointed as the CEO of Moorehead Media, according to the will,” Christophe—no R, because that would make it far too pedestrian a name—my father’s lawyer says.

I’m working on trying to remain calm as I address my grandmother. “You didn’t say anything about me being CEO. You said you needed my help.”

“Running the company, yes,” she says through a practiced, stiff smile.

It’s her warning face, but seriously, when she said she needed my help for a few months I figured it meant I’d be keeping Armstrong in line while she sorted out who was going to take over the company, which I realize now was a stupid assumption.

“I didn’t think that meant CEO. How am I going to run a company with this dickhead on staff?” I motion to my brother.

“The name calling is unnecessary,” G-mom replies.

“Lincoln’s not even part of this family! He hasn’t attended one event in the past five years except for Dad’s funeral. He didn’t bother coming to my wedding and now he’s going to run the company? How is that fair?”

I snort. “Your wedding was an expensive joke.”

He crosses his arms over his chest. “I was set up. Amalie had cold feet and made me out to look like the bad guy.”

The woman beside him shoots him disgusted look.

Armstrong clears his throat and tugs at his collar. “My wedding is not the real issue. The point is that you’ve never involved yourself in any part of this family and now you think you can come in and take over. I will not stand by and let this happen!” He keeps jabbing his finger at me, as if he’s engaged in a finger sword fight.

I lean back in my chair and lace my fingers behind my neck. Armstrong has always been reactive. And self-absorbed. For a while it seemed like he finally had it together—back when he was engaged. But ever since that fiasco of a wedding he seems to have come completely unglued. Again. But worse this time. “Someone needs a timeout.”

***Please not this is an unedited excerpt and is subject to change.***

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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of PUCKED, Helena Hunting lives on the outskirts of Toronto with her incredibly tolerant family and two moderately intolerant cats. She’s writes contemporary romance ranging from new adult angst to romantic sports comedy.

 

 

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Now Available: Forgiving Keven by Siobhan Davis

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She’s the one who got away. He’s the boy she can’t forget…

Forgiving Keven, an all-new suspenseful, second-chance, new-adult romance from Siobhan Davis, the USA Today bestselling author of When Forever Changes and Inseparable, is available now!

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Cheryl

They say you never forget your first love, but I’m determined to prove Keven Kennedy is just a random boy from my past.

It’s not like I still think about him after all this time. Or daydream about how hot his kisses were and what it felt like to have his hands on my skin.

Nope, that’s not me. I’m in a happy place in my life. Engaged to a great man and finishing the last year of my photography degree.

Yet, since I returned to Massachusetts, everything reminds me of the boy who ripped my heart to shreds. Especially when my fiancé’s constant business trips, and dwindling attention, raises old fears to the surface.

And then the unthinkable happens—Keven saunters back into my life, turning it upside down once more.

It’s ironic he thinks he’s protecting me when the only one I need protecting from is him.

Keven

They say you never forget your first love. In my case, it’s true. Most everyone in high school thought Cheryl and I were a match made in heaven and that nothing could tear us apart. Until I messed up spectacularly and lost the best thing to ever happen to me.

Years have passed, girls have come and gone, but no one has laid claim to my heart in the way Cheryl did.

I thought she was lost to me forever, when an unexpected encounter with an uptight FBI agent, and an intriguing proposition, brings the beautiful blonde back into my life.

I didn’t hesitate to sign on the dotted line.

I let Cheryl down once before. I’m not going to fail her this time.

Forgiving Keven is a STANDALONE title in the Kennedy Boys world. No cliff-hanger and a guaranteed HEA.

 

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My mouth drops to the floor. “You’re lying.”

“I’m really not.” He reaches over, taking my hand and raising it to his mouth. He plants a light kiss on my knuckles, and I feel the effects all the way to the tips of my toes.“No one else ever measured up to you, and even if I had found someone worthy, how could I be with her when I’m still madly in love with you?”

I can count on one hand the number of times Kev told me he loved me back in high school. Kev was hugely romantic when it came to doing things for me and showing me all the ways in which he cared. But he always struggled to articulate those feelings. It never bothered me, because I knew he loved me anyway. I didn’t need to hear him say it a million times to know. Which is why I understand how big a deal it is that he’s said that to me now.

“Keven.” Tears prick my eyes as I look at the adoring expression on his face. Reluctantly, he drops my hand to maneuver the car around the next bend.

Silence engulfs us again as we pull up to the gate to my house. I input the code on the keypad, and the gates slowly open. When we reach the top of the driveway, he cuts the engine and swivels in his seat so he’s facing me. “Tell me you feel nothing for me, Cheryl. Tell me it’s all in my head, and I will leave you alone. I promise.”

About Siobhan:

USA Today bestselling author Siobhan Davis writes emotionally intense young adult and new adult romantic fiction with swoon-worthy romance, complex characters, and tons of unexpected plot twists and turns that will have you flipping the pages beyond bedtime! She is the author of the international bestselling Kennedy Boys, Saven, and True Calling series’.

Siobhan’s family will tell you she’s a little bit obsessive when it comes to reading and writing, and they aren’t wrong. She can rarely be found without her trusty Kindle, a paperback book, or her laptop somewhere close at hand.

Prior to becoming a full-time writer, Siobhan forged a successful corporate career in human resource management.

She resides in the Garden County of Ireland with her husband and two sons.

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New Release: The Kiss Thief by L.J. Shen

 

 

THE KISS THIEF BY L.J. SHEN

 

Release Date: January 9th

Cover Designer: Letitia Hasser at RBA Designs.

 

 

 

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They say your first kiss should be earned.

 

Mine was stolen by a devil in a masquerade mask under the black Chicago sky.

 

They say the vows you take on your wedding day are sacred.

 

Mine were broken before we left church.

 

They say your heart only beats for one man.

 

Mine split and bled for two rivals who fought for it until the bitter end.

 

I was promised to Angelo Bandini, the heir to one of the most powerful families in the Chicago Outfit.

 

Then taken by Senator Wolfe Keaton, who held my father’s sins over his head to force me into marriage.

 

They say that all great love stories have a happy ending.

 

I, Francesca Rossi, found myself erasing and rewriting mine until the very last chapter.

 

One kiss.

 

Two men.

 

Three lives.

 

Entwined together.

 

And somewhere between these two men, I had to find my forever.

 

 

 

 

Excerpt

“Are you sure you’re on my card?” I turned to the man with a polite yet distant smile. I was still disoriented from the exchange with Angelo when the stranger pulled me against his hard body and pressed a possessive hand lower than socially acceptable on my back, a second from groping my butt.

 

“Answer me,” I hissed.

 

“My bid on your card was the highest,” he replied dryly.

 

“The bids are undisclosed. You don’t know how much other people have paid,” I kept my lips pursed to keep myself from yelling.

 

“I know it’s nowhere near the realm of what this dance is worth.”

 

Un-freaking-believable.

 

We began to waltz around the room as other couples were not only spinning and mingling but also stealing envious glances at us. Naked, raw ogles that told me that whomever the blonde he’d come to the masquerade with was, she wasn’t his wife. And that I might have been all the rage in The Outfit, but the rude man was in high demand, too.

 

I was stiff and cold in his arms, but he didn’t seem to notice—or mind. He knew how to waltz better than most men, but he was technical, and lacked warmth and Angelo’s playfulness.

 

“Nemesis.” He took me by surprise, his rapacious gaze stripping me bare. “Distributing glee and dealing misery. Seems at odds with the submissive girl who entertained Bishop and his horsey wife at the table.”

 

I choked on my own saliva. Did he just call the governor’s wife horsey? And me submissive? I looked away, ignoring the addictive scent of his cologne, and the way his marble body felt against mine.

 

“Nemesis is my spirit animal. She was the one to lure Narcissus to a pool where he saw his own reflection and died of vanity. Pride is a terrible illness.” I flashed him a taunting smirk.

 

“Some of us could use catching it.” He bared his straight white teeth.

 

“Arrogance is a disease. Compassion is the cure. Most gods didn’t like Nemesis, but that’s because she had a backbone.”

 

“Do you?” He arched a dark eyebrow.

 

“Do I…?” I blinked, the courteous grin on my face crumpling. He was even ruder when we were alone.

 

“Have a backbone,” he provided. He stared at me so boldly and intimately, it felt like he breathed fire into my soul. I wanted to step out of his touch and jump into a pool full of ice.

 

“Of course, I do,” I responded, my spine stiffening. “What’s with the manners? Were you raised by wild coyotes?”

 

“Give me an example,” he said, ignoring my quip. I was beginning to draw away from him, but he jerked me back into his arms. The glitzy ballroom distorted into a backdrop, and even though I was starting to notice that the man behind the demi-mask was unusually beautiful, the ugliness of his behavior was the only thing that stood out.

 

I am a warrior and a lady…and a sane person who can deal with this horrid man.

 

“I really like Angelo Bandini.” I dropped my voice, slicing my gaze from his eyes and toward the table where Angelo’s family had been seated. My father was sitting a few seats away, staring at us coldly, surrounded by Made Men who chatted away.

 

“And see, in my family, we have a tradition dating back ten generations. Prior to her wedding, a Rossi bride is to open a wooden chest—carved and made by a witch who lived in my ancestors’ Italian village—and read three notes written to her by the last Rossi girl to marry. It’s kind of a good luck charm mixed with a talisman and a bit of fortunetelling. I stole the chest tonight and opened one of the notes, all so I could rush fate. It said that tonight I was going to be kissed by the love of my life, and well…” I drew my lower lip into my mouth and sucked it, peering under my eyelashes at Angelo’s empty seat. The man stared at me stoically, as though I was a foreign film he couldn’t understand. “I’m going to kiss him tonight.”

 

“That’s your backbone?”

 

“When I have an ambition, I go for it.”

A conceited frown crinkled his mask, as if to say I was a complete and utter moron. I looked him straight in the eye. My father taught me that the best way to deal with men like him was to confront, not run. Because, this man? He’d chase.

 

 

 

 

About the Author

L.J. Shen is an International #1 best-selling author of Contemporary Romance and New Adult novels. She lives in Northern California with her husband, young son and chubby cat.

Before she’d settled down, L.J. (who thinks referring to herself in the third person is really silly, by the way) traveled the world, and collected friends from all across the globe. Friends who’d be happy to report that she is a rubbish companion, always forgets peoples’ birthdays and never sends Christmas cards.

She enjoys the simple things in life, like spending time with her family and friends, reading, HBO, Netflix and internet-stalking Stephen James. She reads between three to five books a week and firmly believes Crocs shoes and mullets should be outlawed.

 

 

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Now Available: A Place Without You by Jewel E. Ann

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A Place Without You, an all-new emotional New Adult romance from Jewel E. Ann, is available now!

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The Law of Henna and Bodhi:

When love breaks, fall inward, fall together, and fall hard. Then let time pick up the pieces.

Everything feels temporary when you’ve experienced tragedy—until Henna Lane meets Bodhi at a music festival.

Young and spontaneous, they have a lust for seizing the moment, falling hard and fast.

When Bodhi is forced to leave without a goodbye, Henna thinks she’ll never get over him. But then she meets Mr. Malone, her sexy, new guidance counselor.

They are reckless.

They are forbidden.

When their secret is discovered, Henna has to choose between finishing school—banned from seeing Mr. Malone—or dropping out to follow her nomad dreams.

Henna chooses her dreams.

Over time, she learns that life is not a destination or a journey, some things are more than temporary, and the forbidden can never be ignored. But if she returns for him, will he still be hers?

A Place Without You is an emotional story of young love, shattered dreams, and impossible decisions.

 

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“Let’s eat before we leave. I’m sure there’s quite the spread downstairs.”

“Rich people breakfast?” I ask.

She furrows a brow for a few seconds. “Yes. I suppose so.” Rolling away, she swings her legs around and stands up, stretching like a cat.

“Do you eat rich people breakfast every morning?” My curiosity has been piqued.

After a long yawn, she cocks her head to the side, lips slightly twisted. “Shredded Wheat with cut-up banana and almond milk. Is that a rich person’s breakfast?”

I sit up, doing a bit of my own stretching, loving the way her gaze roams along my bare chest, her lips parting ever so slightly. “No. I think that’s a solid middle-class breakfast.”

“Middle. That’s average. Average is good, right?”

“There’s nothing average about you, Henna.” I stand, following her into the bedroom.

“I’m going to shower quickly, and by quickly I mean I need an hour. Do you have an hour?”

“To shower with you?” I try to play it cool, like I’m serious.

I’m a little serious.

The color leaves her face. “Oh, um …” She twists her fingers together, drawing her shoulders inward.

“I’m kidding.”

A little kidding.

Henna’s posture relaxes as her cheeks pink up again. “We could.” Her gaze darts around the room before landing on mine for two seconds only to wander around the room again.

“My clothes are at my hotel. I’ll shower there. I need to get going.”

A slow sigh deflates her chest as she tries on a smile that misses the confident mark by a few centimeters. “Okay.”

“But thanks for the offer.” I wink.

More color paints her cheeks, and it looks stunning on her. “I kinda sorta thought we’d have sex last night, but we didn’t, and that’s fine, but now I don’t know what comes next.”

Does that make me the world’s biggest idiot for not taking what she was planning on offering? Or does that make me a gentleman? I’ve already fucked her a hundred different ways in my head, so I’m going to shy away from the gentleman label.

“How about you put my number in your phone and I’ll call you later today? That feels like a good next, don’t you think?”

Henna nods and turns, walking toward the bedroom door. Digging through her purse, she retrieves her phone. When she pulls it out, a string of three condoms comes out with it. “Oh jeez.” Quickly snatching them off the floor, she shoves them back into her purse.

I don’t respond because I’m not sure what the correct response should be.

“I was conceived at Coachella.” She hands me her phone with the contact screen open, ready for my information.

Taking her phone, I give her an expectant look, but she withholds all elaboration.

“And by conceived, you mean physical conception, not merely an idea kind of conception?” I hand her phone back and give her mine.

“In the shadows behind a stage. I know more details than most people should actually know about the moment they were conceived.” She lifts a shoulder in a small shrug. “But Juni is my best friend. She’s the absolute coolest mom ever, and the story of how she met my dad is my favorite story ever.”

I nod as she keeps her chin tipped toward the screen to my phone. “Why is that?” I take my phone back when she holds it out to me.

“Yin Yang. Opposites. Laws of the universe.” She wears a satisfied smile. “My parents were temporary. I was permanent.” Holding out her arms, she inspects her henna tattoos as if seeing them for the first time. “My mom had henna tattoos on her body when she met my dad. Henna grows in intensity over a few days before fading to nothing. It’s magical and beautiful and then it’s gone. My parents say that about their love for each other. It grew quickly into something deep and intense, but over time it faded. Their love—like most everything in life—was temporary.”

“We’re temporary.”

Her empty stare shifts to meet my gaze and she nods. “Don’t sweat it. Everything is temporary. But today…” she walks into my chest, and my arms wrap around her as she looks up at me “…we should be at our brightest, our most intense.”

About Jewel:

Jewel is a free-spirited romance junkie with a quirky sense of humor.

With 10 years of flossing lectures under her belt, she took early retirement from her dental hygiene career to stay home with her three awesome boys and manage the family business.

After her best friend of nearly 30 years suggested a few books from the Contemporary Romance genre, Jewel was hooked. Devouring two and three books a week but still craving more, she decided to practice sustainable reading, AKA writing.

When she’s not donning her cape and saving the planet one tree at a time, she enjoys yoga with friends, good food with family, rock climbing with her kids, watching How I Met Your Mother reruns, and of course…heart-wrenching, tear-jerking, panty-scorching novels.

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New Release: Make You Mine by Tia Louise

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Title: Make You Mine
Author: Tia Louise
Genre: Second Chance Romance
Release Date: December 4, 2018

 

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(Second-chance romance, forbidden love, best friend’s little sister)
 
A promise written on a coaster.
A lost night in a dark room.
Grayson Cole was my brother’s best friend.
He was all of my firsts.
Then he went away…
 
Drew Harris was just a kid, a senior in high school, my best friend’s little sister.
They said she was too young to know her feelings.
I was too old to have them, so I left to join the military.
 
Four years passed.
Loss, injury, angry words I can never take back.
I’m home, but I’m not the same.
Neither is she.
 
Now she’s a woman with flashing blue eyes, long blonde hair, and gorgeous curves.
She’s the same sweet smile, the same sassy mouth…
I could never say No to her before.
I should say No for her sake.
She deserves better than what I’ve become, scarred and damaged.
 
“They told me to stay away from you.
I went away to try… God, I tried.
Now everything has changed. I’m back, and
I’ll do whatever it takes to make you mine…
 
(A full-length, STAND-ALONE CONTEMPORARY romance about first love, redemption, and finding your way home. No cheating; No cliffhangers.) 

 

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Excerpt


Gray
“I dreamed
about you every night.” My confession makes her smile.
It’s the truth. It’s the only truth I know—if she’s in danger, I’ll carry her out. If
she’s crying, I hold her until she stops. If she wants me… I can’t tell her no.
It’s been that way since she was just a cute little kid. It’s been this way since last
summer when everything changed. I tried to fight it. She was only seventeen. I
was almost twenty-one… Her daddy would’ve shot me dead and buried my body.
I tried to date… One time. It was a fucking disaster. I could only see her, taste her,
want her. Only Drew gets me this way.
At night, I’d lie in bed and remember the first time we were together. Two triangles of
white fabric covered her small breasts. I could see the curves at the bottoms
and sides. They were perfect handfuls, high and pointed.
She looked at me as if she knew what she was doing to me in that white bikini. I’m sure I looked like an awestruck fool.
Then she blinked and tucked her chin into her shoulder, taunting me. Her hair swished down her back, ending at her slim waist. Her flat stomach led to round hips,
long, silky legs. Her toenails were painted bright white, and I wanted to put
them in my mouth. I’ve never wanted to do that.
I’ve never wanted to devour someone before.
My dick was so hard.
“I dreamed of you touching me.” Her voice drips with desire, and just like that, I have a steel rod in my pants. “Will you touch me now?”
“Drew…” I should tell her no.
Being here with her is dangerous.
If Danny found out… He’d say what I know. I’m too old for her. She’s too young. I should give her a chance to grow up. On top of that, I have nothing, no name, no
status. I’m an orphan raised by a nobody.
I’m working to change it, but I haven’t yet.
She takes my hand and places it on the top of her thigh, at the hem of her red dress.
“Touch me here,” she whispers, leaning into my ear.
She owns me in this moment, and she knows it.
She knows holding her is the greatest feeling in the world. It’s like coming home.
Her hand guides mine higher, sliding up the smooth skin of her leg. I feel her body
tremble, and when my fingers touch the soft folds of her sex, I almost come in
my pants. She’s not wearing underwear.
“Drew.” My voice is a hungry noise, the growl of a starving man.
“Yes,” she sighs. “Touch me, Gray.”
Her nails cut into my shoulders as I trace my fingers along the damp slit, teasing the
tiny strip of curls, dipping the tip of one finger into her tight, clenching
core. One more, and she moans. She’s so wet. I want to taste her.
“Gray…” Her hands go to my waist, pulling at the button on my jeans. She has my pants undone, and my erection is pointing right at her.
“Hang on.” I stand, fishing out my wallet, finding a condom.
I turn to the side to roll it on my aching dick.
As much as I dream of her carrying my baby, I know neither one of us is ready for that responsibility. Hell, I’m leaving for fucking Africa in less than two days. How
I’ll survive four years without her, I don’t have a fucking clue, but I won’t
do what they say I will. I won’t “ruin her” and run off.
My hands are on her again, lifting her by the ass and carrying her so her back is
against the wall. Her mouth is on my neck, her soft tongue touching my hot skin
as she kisses her way higher. I’m about to explode.
“I need you inside me.” Her lips graze my ear before she kisses it, and I don’t hesitate.
Lowering her onto my dick, my knees almost give out. My mind tilts at the sensation of her hot, tight, and clenching around my shaft. I have to hold still or I’ll
come. Her thighs tense around my waist, and she struggles to move, letting out
a low moan.
“Gray…” I feel her tremble, her muscles spasm, and my brow tightens.
I raise my head to find her eyes. “Did you come?”
Her nose curls, and she stretches up and down on me. “I came when you touched me.” She grips my shoulders, pulling up to kiss me. “Do it hard—the way you like it. I
want to feel you. I want to remember you were here.”
Jesus. My eyes close, and I lower my mouth to hers. Her lips part, and our tongues curl together. I start to move, a deep thrust, and there’s no turning back.
“Drew…”
It’s a ragged groan, and her body breaks again.
I’m relentless, driven by a need that never lets me go. Her small breasts bounce
against my chest with every hard thrust. She moans, and her back arches, more
clenching around my dick, pulling me further in.
“Oh,” she gasps, and I brace myself.
This is better than any drug. She’s my crack cocaine.
My hands grip her hips, pulling us together again and again, until I break, pressing her to the wall, filling that condom with every pulse, the way I dream of filling
her, of putting my baby into her, of having all the things I want with her, a
home, a family.
I’m breathing hard. My eyes are closed, and her fingers trace my neck, thread into
my hair. She kisses my jaw, my cheek. The sensations consume me, overpower me.
I hold onto her as I fumble my way back to Earth. I got lost in heaven.
Mine…
Mine…
The word
echoes in my ears on every heartbeat. What will it take to make her mine?

 

Author Bio

 

Tia Louise
is the USA Today best-selling,
award-winning author of When We Touch,
the “Bright Lights,” “One to Hold,” and “Dirty Players” series, and co-author
of the #4 Amazon bestseller The Last Guy.
After being
a teacher, a book editor, a journalist, and finally a magazine editor, she
started writing love stories and never stopped.
Louise
lives in the Midwest with her trophy husband, two teenage geniuses, and one
grumpy cat. 
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Release Boost: Truth by Trilina Pucci

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Title: Truth
Series: Sinful #1
Author: Trilina Pucci
Genre: Dark Romance
Release Date: October 30, 2018

 

Blurb
Drew
It
was a tryst.
A
sin swallowed down by desire.
That’s
what I tell myself.
But
my body isn’t the only part that
aches
for him now.
I
sold my soul.
Now
my heart is a slave to the devil.
Dominic King.
He
unveiled the taboo,
illuminating
my lie
and
unexpectedly stole my heart.
But
I walked away.
Dominic
Lust
is my religion.
She
became my sanctuary.
If
it’s forgiveness she seeks
the
price just doubled.
And
she’ll pay it bound at my feet.
I
gave her pain for pleasure.
Her truth.
Now
I’ll make her beg me for more.

 

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Excerpt
“What are you willing to give me?” Because I want it all.
“I’m undecided.” I hate the look on his face. It’s fear,
he’s afraid I’ll hurt him again.
“So just tell me to stop when I cross a line. I’ll only go
as far as you trust me to go. Deal.” He nods his head hesitantly as my hand
finds the top button of his shirt, I undo it slowly making my way to each
before his shirt is completely undone. I only stop to briefly trace the tattoo
on his chest. God, I missed this body. His twelve pack casts a heavy shadow
from beneath the shirt and I run my fingers over his rock-hard stomach and up
to his chest, leaning in to kiss the tattooed area.
“This okay?” I ask from pressed lips against his chest
pulling back to look into his eyes.
“Fucking you isn’t my problem. It’s what to do with you
after.” Smacking his drink down on the bar top he puts his hands on my waist,
walking me backward away from the bar and then jerks me forward eliciting a
surprised yelp as I’m hoisted over his shoulder. “See that’s the problem”
bringing his hand down on my ass hard, “The way I see it, this is all you get.
I’ll give you my cock but that’s it. That’s the only deal I’ll make with you.
Take it or leave it.” It’s a start.
Without a hesitation I whisper, “Take it. But it won’t be
enough.” He places me back on my feet and looks me up and down, his expression
mirrors my own frustration.
“I hate that fucking outfit. I want you naked. Now.” His
words leave little room for debate.
“What? What’s wrong with my outfit?” I look at him like he’s
lost his mind.  
“It restricts access…” crossing his arms he grins, waiting
for me to disrobe.
“I’m not taking off my clothes in the middle of this room.”
He has lost his mind.
“We’re alone and last I checked it’s a fucking sex club.
Take your goddamn clothes off so I can bury my dick inside that tight wet
pussy, Drew.”
I’m fucking dripping the minute he growls at me but I take
all the time in the world, slipping off each shoulder giving my tyrant his own
private show. The more time I take the more his jaw tenses. God, I love riling
this man up.  
“You realize the longer you take the harsher the punishment.
I will take out every one of the seconds, on that ass tonight.”  
“Promises, promises.” I challenge back. He grabs his cock
adjusting the bulge, groaning with the motion.
“You have ten seconds to get it off then I’m ripping it off
myself.” His demeanor couldn’t be more serious. He will tear this very expensive,
amazing outfit off my body without so much as a second thought.
“Ten.” I start on one of my heels unhitching the ankle
strap.
“Nine.” finishing, I move to the other.
“Eight.” The strap around my ankle gets stuck as I start to
panic. I’m never going to make it. Fuck! I’m so hot, I don’t know which outcome
I want more. His punishment or my victory.
“Seven.” Fuck it, I rip it off my foot and pull down my
right shoulder strap starting to shimmy.
“Six.” I start looking around the room, “Five.” I scope out
where I could go to buy some more time. “Four.” I love this outfit.
“Three.” Son-of-a-bitch.
“Two.” Struggling with the zipper it finally comes loose and
I push my jumpsuit down to my ankles.  
“One.”
Author Bio
Trilina is an author, wife, and mama to three rowdy kiddos. When she
isn’t making grilled cheese sandwiches, she can be found writing saucy novels
that titillate and excite her readers.
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Title: Truth
Series: Sinful #1
Author: Trilina Pucci
Genre: Dark Romance
Release Date: October 30, 2018

 

Blurb
Drew
It
was a tryst.
A
sin swallowed down by desire.
That’s
what I tell myself.
But
my body isn’t the only part that
aches
for him now.
I
sold my soul.
Now
my heart is a slave to the devil.
Dominic King.
He
unveiled the taboo,
illuminating
my lie
and
unexpectedly stole my heart.
But
I walked away.
Dominic
Lust
is my religion.
She
became my sanctuary.
If
it’s forgiveness she seeks
the
price just doubled.
And
she’ll pay it bound at my feet.
I
gave her pain for pleasure.
Her truth.
Now
I’ll make her beg me for more.

 

*** READ MY 5 STAR REVIEW HERE ***

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Excerpt
“What are you willing to give me?” Because I want it all.
“I’m undecided.” I hate the look on his face. It’s fear,
he’s afraid I’ll hurt him again.
“So just tell me to stop when I cross a line. I’ll only go
as far as you trust me to go. Deal.” He nods his head hesitantly as my hand
finds the top button of his shirt, I undo it slowly making my way to each
before his shirt is completely undone. I only stop to briefly trace the tattoo
on his chest. God, I missed this body. His twelve pack casts a heavy shadow
from beneath the shirt and I run my fingers over his rock-hard stomach and up
to his chest, leaning in to kiss the tattooed area.
“This okay?” I ask from pressed lips against his chest
pulling back to look into his eyes.
“Fucking you isn’t my problem. It’s what to do with you
after.” Smacking his drink down on the bar top he puts his hands on my waist,
walking me backward away from the bar and then jerks me forward eliciting a
surprised yelp as I’m hoisted over his shoulder. “See that’s the problem”
bringing his hand down on my ass hard, “The way I see it, this is all you get.
I’ll give you my cock but that’s it. That’s the only deal I’ll make with you.
Take it or leave it.” It’s a start.
Without a hesitation I whisper, “Take it. But it won’t be
enough.” He places me back on my feet and looks me up and down, his expression
mirrors my own frustration.
“I hate that fucking outfit. I want you naked. Now.” His
words leave little room for debate.
“What? What’s wrong with my outfit?” I look at him like he’s
lost his mind.  
“It restricts access…” crossing his arms he grins, waiting
for me to disrobe.
“I’m not taking off my clothes in the middle of this room.”
He has lost his mind.
“We’re alone and last I checked it’s a fucking sex club.
Take your goddamn clothes off so I can bury my dick inside that tight wet
pussy, Drew.”
I’m fucking dripping the minute he growls at me but I take
all the time in the world, slipping off each shoulder giving my tyrant his own
private show. The more time I take the more his jaw tenses. God, I love riling
this man up.  
“You realize the longer you take the harsher the punishment.
I will take out every one of the seconds, on that ass tonight.”  
“Promises, promises.” I challenge back. He grabs his cock
adjusting the bulge, groaning with the motion.
“You have ten seconds to get it off then I’m ripping it off
myself.” His demeanor couldn’t be more serious. He will tear this very expensive,
amazing outfit off my body without so much as a second thought.
“Ten.” I start on one of my heels unhitching the ankle
strap.
“Nine.” finishing, I move to the other.
“Eight.” The strap around my ankle gets stuck as I start to
panic. I’m never going to make it. Fuck! I’m so hot, I don’t know which outcome
I want more. His punishment or my victory.
“Seven.” Fuck it, I rip it off my foot and pull down my
right shoulder strap starting to shimmy.
“Six.” I start looking around the room, “Five.” I scope out
where I could go to buy some more time. “Four.” I love this outfit.
“Three.” Son-of-a-bitch.
“Two.” Struggling with the zipper it finally comes loose and
I push my jumpsuit down to my ankles.  
“One.”
Author Bio
Trilina is an author, wife, and mama to three rowdy kiddos. When she
isn’t making grilled cheese sandwiches, she can be found writing saucy novels
that titillate and excite her readers.
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