Excerpt Reveal: Tell Me Pretty Lies by Charleigh Rose

 

TELL ME PRETTY LIES by Charleigh Rose

Release Date: March 18th

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Excerpt:

“Shayne!” Thayer’s voice breaks through the heavy rain. I cross my arms and continue toward my house.

Thunder rolls and lightning follows again, much sooner this time, telling me the storm is moving closer. I push wet hair out of my face, squinting to see through the rain.

“What the fuck, Shayne,” Thayer booms, running up behind me. I turn to face him, his dark, wet hair falling in front of his eyes. “Are you crazy?”

“You told me to leave!”

“Well now I’m telling you to get your ass back inside the barn!”

I shake my head as the thunder booms once more. I know I’m being unreasonable. Now is not the time to hold anything against him. But I can’t help it. I turn back around, heading for the house. We’re only slightly closer to the barn anyway, and I’d rather get somewhere warm. But then Thayer’s hand is gripping mine, pulling me back toward him.

A loud crack splits my ears as another flash of light appears, interrupting us. Thayer and I both look over to see a bolt of lightning hit a tree only feet away. It blazes down the tree in a straight line, chunks of bark flying off. I stand there wide-eyed, staring at the smoke that follows.

“We need to leave.” Thayer grabs my hand again. When we touch, I feel a jolt shoot through my thumb and down wrist, and I drop his hand like it’s on fire.

“What was that?” It doesn’t exactly hurt, but I definitely felt something.

Thayer frowns, bringing a hand up to grip his bare shoulder, but he doesn’t respond. He felt it too.

“What the fuck are you guys doing?” Holden calls out, running up to us from the direction of the house. “The old man’s about to lose his shit.” He looks between the two of us, Thayer shirtless, his belt buckle still undone, and me, shoeless, looking more like a wild animal than a girl.

I freeze, not knowing how I’m going to explain, but Thayer’s quick on his feet, even three sheets to the wind.

“Pretty sure she just got hit by some ground lightning,” he says, gesturing to the tree that’s still smoking. “She should probably get to the E.R.”

“What? No, I’m fine,” I insist, shaking my head.

Ground lightning? Is that what that was? I barely felt it.

Holden rushes over to me and Thayer takes off, giving me one last look over his shoulder as Holden inspects me for damage. I can’t pry my eyes away from him, standing there in the pouring rain with his bare, tan chest heaving, perpetual frown in place. Somehow, I know that for the second time this week, everything is about to change. I feel it in my bones.

And I can’t shake the feeling that Thayer just said goodbye.

For good.

 

 

Blurb:

Three things my mother acquired when she became engaged:

1. A brand new Tiffany’s ring.

2. A lavish home on Heartbreak Hill.

3. Three privileged stepsons.

The last thing I expected was to fall for one of them, least of all Thayer Ames.

Beautiful, brooding, and untouchable.

I knew it was a bad idea. He warned me himself.

But he was a thunderstorm, and I never could resist the rain.

It was perfect…

Until it wasn’t.

One night was all it took for our world to crumble around us, leaving only secrets and lies between us.

Now, I have to face him again, and the boy I used to know has become the man who loves to hate me.

 

About the Author:

Charleigh Rose lives in Narnia with her husband and two young children. She’s hopelessly devoted to unconventional love and pizza. When she isn’t reading or mom-ing, she’s writing moody, broody, swoony romance.

 

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Excerpt Reveal: The Guy in the Middle by Kate Stewart

Want a peek inside The Guy in the Middle by Kate Stewart? Check out this jaw-dropping excerpt! Don’t forget to add it to your TBR!

Contemporary Romance

Blurb:

I was born to play and bred to win.

My priorities were instilled in me early on—family and football. Those ideals led me to TGU and a coach whose ironclad principles mirrored my own.

With one last college season to play, my goal was singular—get drafted. By realizing my NFL dream, I could save my family, our ranch, and the only home I’d ever known.

Two birds, one ball.

Playing hard was my only option, but there’s always a wild card.

For all of my planning and hard work, I never anticipated falling for the coach’s daughter. Harper was a fair catch, but who knew loving her could be the one play to throw my career before it started or that the weight of our secret would change the game.

*The Guy in the Middle is a stand alone novel in the Underdog Series. This is Lance’s story.

EXCERPT:

Harper

“I’ve missed you, you know? More than you can imagine.”

“Can’t imagine it at all,” he says, picking through a book he’s not reading.

“Can I help you two?” One of the store sales associates asks, and I shake my head and smile. When she takes her leave, I look over to Lance who stands fuming on the other side of a table filled with loose items. We’re in a mismatch shop full of mostly cheap junk, and I can’t imagine him finding anything for his mother here.

“Lance, I have missed you. Horribly.”

“Could have fooled me.”

I can only take so much. Irritated, I lift a designer coffee mug from the table.

“You like this for your mom?”

“No.”

“How about this?”

“Nope.” He’s not even looking at what’s in my hands.

“You sure? It’s a hide purse. Cute for a rancher’s wife, don’t you think?” This gets his attention, and stormy eyes lift to mine.

“Would you buy that for you?”

I look it over and shake my head. “Not really my style.”

“Bet it’s not.”

I can feel my ears reddening. Fuming, I eye a box on the shelf, snatch it and shove it into his chest. “How about this giant fucking purple dildo and matching anal plug!? Think mom will like that?”

He looks up completely unaffected, “Nope.”

“I don’t think we’re in the right place,” Tossing the box down, I stalk out of the cluttered shop and into the department store next to it. He’s hot on my heels.

“Got that fucking right.”

I turn back to see he’s spoiling for a fight and release a stressed breath. Fighting with him is the last thing I want to do. “Look, lets, just…” I search around and pull a sweater from the closest rack. “How about this? Simple, elegant.”

“You think Mom’s simple, huh? I’ll give her your regards.”

“That’s it.” I hook the sweater back on to the rack and close

the space between us, forcing his eyes to mine. “God, you’re still a brute, aren’t you? You haven’t changed a bit. Still pig-headed as hell.”

“Pig-headed?” He opens his mouth in mock shock and covers his chest with his hand. “How dare you.”

I’m in between fight or flight, but I’ve been dodging this long enough. My heart can’t take more confrontation. I missed him too much. His eyes flare with satisfaction at my irritation. “Misery loves company, right, Lance?”

“Never said I was miserable.”

“You don’t have to. Did you come to New York just to torture me?”

“Maybe.”

“Rub it in on what I’m missing out on?”

A voice sounds from next to us. “Is there something I can help you find today?”

We both turn to the woman with lasers in our eyes, and she swallows. I clear my throat. “We’re fine. Thank you.”

Lance winks at the woman, his eyes scanning her form. “Maybe you can help me?”

“You son of a bitch,” I hiss, before walking away from the table. His voice rings out next to me as I rip through a rack of scarves.

“Good to know you care, Priss, gotta admit, it’s surprising.”

I reel on him. “Don’t you dare! Leaving you was the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life. I had to make a clean break. I had just lost everyone that mattered to me. I was losing my mind.”

“I got pissed for one day, and you went off the grid.”

“And you let me go because you knew no matter how much we wanted it to work, it couldn’t. You have no idea what I went through!”

“What you went through? Do you know I spent six months ranting to an Uber driver named Dave because everyone on my team hated me when the truth came out?” He stomps after me as I pull sweater after sweater off the rack. “Troy jumped ship after he got drafted. I had no one but Tony and those fights.”

I turn to him with twenty sweaters in my arms. “Jenner? When did y’all get so tight?”

“When shit got tough, and my fucking girlfriend bailed!” He glares down at me, his breaths coming out fast.

“Guys, we’re going to need you to take this outside.” A woman whom I assume is the store manager approaches us cautiously.

I look around the store and see all eyes are on us, especially the women sizing him up. “He’s available ladies,” I snap, laying the sweaters on a nearby table, “I’m willing to bet he comes really cheap.” He’s on my heels as I push through the glass of the department store.

“Oh, was I supposed to wait for you? Must have missed that memo. That’s it, you must want a saint. That’s why you didn’t stay.”

“I was twenty years old and alienated from a place I didn’t want to be anyway.”

“Good to know.”

“That’s not the way I meant it. And you know damn well until you, I was only there to appease my Dad, who I barely speak to now.”

“I’m sorry about that, I am, but that’s on him. And what in the hell are you talking about ‘alienated’?”

“Forget it.” I pull on my gloves as heavy snow starts to come down. “I think we’ve concluded our tour for today.”

He glances around the sidewalk. “Well, no need to show me more, I hate this fucking place!”

“And why is that? Not enough free-range chickens?!”

His eyes flare. “You digging on the ranch now, Priss? I saw a fucking rat the size of a cat on my run this morning!”

“Probably has better manners than you, shit head.”

“Pulling out the big guns now, huh? There’s that backbone. I was wondering where it went.”

“Go home, Lance, you hate it here. And you obviously hate me.”

“Just the opposite. It’s impossible, and believe me, I’m trying!”

“Well, I hope you succeed! Thanks for stopping by, Mary Poppins. Best Christmas ever! Make sure to bulldoze the nativity scene on your way out!”

“Fuckthis.” He throws his hands up and eyes me warily before turning and walking away.

“Merry Christmas to you, too!”

 

 

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USA Today bestselling author and Texas native, Kate Stewart, lives in North Carolina with her husband, Nick, and her naughty beagle, Sadie. She pens messy, sexy, angst-filled contemporary romance, as well as romantic comedy and erotic suspense. Kate’s title, Drive, was named one of the best romances of 2017 by The New York Daily News and Huffington Post. Drive was also a

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Excerpt Reveal: Dirty Letters by Vi Keeland & Penelope Ward

Dirty Letters

Release Date: 11/05/2019

 

A Contemporary Romance Novel

 

New York Times Bestselling Authors Vi Keeland & Penelope Ward

 

EXCERPT REVEAL:

 

The small dining room table had a pile of mail. I’d had Dad’s mail forwarded to my house, so mostly it was just catalogs and junk. Once a month, Mrs. Cascio sent me everything that arrived, even though I’d told her it wasn’t necessary. I mindlessly fingered through the pile, not expecting to see anything worth keeping. But I stopped at an envelope addressed to me—well, not me, but Luca Ryan. That was a name I hadn’t heard in a long time. In second grade, my teacher, Mrs. Ryan, started a pen pal writing program with a small town in England. We weren’t allowed to use our real last names for safety reasons, so the entire class used her last name—hence I was Luca Ryan. I checked out the return address for the sender’s name. 

G. Quinn 

Wow, really? It couldn’t be.

I squinted at the postmark. It was from a PO box in California, not England, but I didn’t know any other Quinn other than Griffin. And the handwriting did look pretty familiar. But it had been close to eight years since we’d exchanged letters. Why would he write now? Curious, I ripped it open and scanned right to the bottom of the letter for the name. Sure enough, it was from Griffin. I started at the beginning. 

 

Dear Luca, 

 

Do you like scotch? I remember you said you didn’t like the taste of beer. But we never did get around to comparing our taste in hard liquor. Why is that, you might ask? Let me remind you—because you stopped answering my letters eight damn years ago. I wanted to let you know, I’m still pissed off about that. My mum used to say I hold grudges. But I prefer to think of it as I remember the facts. And the fact of the matter is, you suck. There, I’ve said it. I’ve been holding that shit in for a long time. Don’t get me wrong—I’m not obsessive or anything. I don’t sit in my house thinking about you all day long. In fact, there have been months that go by when thoughts of you don’t even enter my brain. But then some random thing will pop into my head out of the blue. Like I’ll see some kid in a pram eating black licorice, and I’ll think of you. Side note—I’ve tried it again as an adult, and I still think it tastes like the bottom of my shoe, so perhaps it’s that you just have no taste. You probably don’t even like scotch. Anyway, I’m sure this letter won’t find its way to you. Or if by some miracle it does, you won’t answer. But if you’re reading this, you should know two things. 

1. The Macallan 1926 is worth the extra cash. Goes down smooth. 

2. You SUCK. 

 

Later, traitor, Griffin 

 

What in the hell?

 

 

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I’d never forgotten him—a man I’d yet to meet.

Griffin Quinn was my childhood pen pal, the British boy who couldn’t have been more different from me. Over the years, through hundreds of letters, we became best friends, sharing our deepest, darkest secrets and forming a connection I never thought could break.

Until one day it did.

Then, out of the blue, a new letter arrived. A scathing one—one with eight years of pent-up anger. I had no choice but to finally come clean as to why I stopped writing.

Griffin forgave me, and somehow we were able to rekindle our childhood connection. Only now we were adults, and that connection had grown to a spark. Our letters quickly went from fun to flirty to downright dirty, revealing our wildest fantasies. So it only made sense that we would take our relationship to the next level and see each other in person.

Only Griff didn’t want to meet. He asked that I trust him and said it was for the best. But I wanted more—more Griff, in the flesh—so I took a big chance and went looking for him. People have done crazier things for love.

But what I found could change everything.

ABOUT THE AUTHORS:

VI KEELAND

Vi Keeland is a #1 New York Times, #1 Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author.   With millions of books sold, her titles have appeared in over a hundred Bestseller lists and are currently translated in twenty-five languages. She resides in New York with her husband and their three children where she is living out her own happily ever after with the boy she met at age six.

 

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Penelope Ward is a New York Times, USA Today and #1 Wall Street Journal bestselling author of contemporary romance.

 

She grew up in Boston with five older brothers and spent most of her twenties as a television news anchor. Penelope resides in Rhode Island with her husband, son, and beautiful daughter with autism.

 

With over two million books sold, she is a 21-time New York Times bestseller and the author of over twenty novels. Her books have been translated into over a dozen languages and can be found in bookstores around the world.

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Excerpt Reveal: Malum Part 2 by Amo Jones

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Excerpt:

I nudge my head. “What the fuck are you doing?” I had a feeling the whole Tillie thing would get to him, but this is next level. He looks deranged and unhinged. Maybe he cares more for her than I thought…
“Shut the fuck up with your thoughts, Nate. It’s not about her.”
My brain is buzzing from the alcohol, turning my limbs numb, but I’d rather feel the cool buzz of nothingness than the molten lava of Tillie fucking Stuprum blazing through my veins. I slide down the wall opposite him and watch as he continues to pace back and forth like a caged lion protecting his prey.
“So what has gotten into you. Never seen you like this before. Should I be worried? Has our dark prince fallen in love?”
He pauses, snarls at me and then takes a long swig of the amber liquid before continuing his pace in front of the door. Figuring he’s not going to answer me, I kick my leg out and hang my arm on my knee. “You think Tillie will forgive me one day?”
Instant. “No.”
I snort, licking my lips. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”

 

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Blog Tour: The Legend by Dylan Allen

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THE LEGEND is a slow-kindling fire that, before you know it, has consumed you. Lies, twists, turns, passion, devotion, and a love that, though tried, never breaks. Dylan Allen masterfully weaves them all into this unputdownable, compelling tapestry of a tale.” — Kennedy Ryan, Amazon bestselling author

The Legend, an all-new steamy, second-chance romance from Dylan Allen, is available now!

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The love of a lifetime deserves a million chances.

Remington Wilde had heartbreak written all over him.

He was the most beautiful boy I’d ever seen.

When I looked into his midnight eyes,

I saw a happy ending I’d never dared to dream of.

I was seventeen the first time he asked for my heart,

I didn’t hesitate to hand it over.

In exchange, he gave me the best summer of my life.

He was my first everything.

Falling in love felt written in the stars…

But our legend, it turns out, was all a lie.

And when our story ended, all I had was a broken heart.

Now, he wants a second chance.

But this time, I’ve got more to lose than just my heart.

When the lies that pulled us apart, threaten again, it will take more than sweet words from his sinful mouth to convince me.

He says the love of a lifetime deserves a million chances,

But am I strong enough to fall again?

 

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Excerpt:

I can see the heat in her eyes and right away I know.

“You watched me?” I ask.

Her dark eyes widen, but she doesn’t look away.

“Yes.” She swallows hard.

“Did you like it?” I ask her.

“Remi,” she admonishes sharply, but I don’t miss the way she shifts her stance. She liked it.

“I want to hear you say it.” I ask again.

She nods and sucks her fat lower lip into her mouth.

I want to suck it, too.

“You know you could have gotten in and watched up close. You could have helped if you wanted.”

I circle her wrists and hold her hands in front of my face.

“They’re a little small, they wouldn’t fit all the way ’round.”

She draws in a big gulp of air and takes a step closer to me.

“Really?” she whispers her eyes flit down to my pants.

“I would have covered your hands with mine. We could have done it together.”

I let go of her wrists and slide my hands up so that we’re palm to palm.

Skin to skin.

It’s not nearly enough.

I’m this close to crossing a line I shouldn’t. But, when it comes to Kal, I can’t seem to help myself.

“Remi…we shouldn’t.” Her voice is husky and her fingers flex a little against mine.

“Yeah, probably not,” I agree, but I see the reflection of my own disappointment flash in her eyes and it emboldens me.

I know I should stand down. Even if it feels like it, we aren’t a good idea.

But she’s so tempting. And when it comes to her, I can’t seem to get a grip on my control.

I link our fingers and bring her hand to my lips for a kiss. She inhales sharply and looks up at me through the inky fringe of her lashes.

Her gaze lingers longingly on my mouth and I smile.

“Oh, Kal. We have a dilemma.” I drawl.

“Really? Then why do you sound amused? A dilemma isn’t generally a good thing.” The corners of her mouth turn up in a small smile.

“It’s a very good thing…because even though you don’t want to be, and I absolutely shouldn’t be, we’re interested in each other.”

“Well, that’s the perfect recipe for an unhappy ending, if I ever heard one.”

About Dylan Allen

Dylan Allen is a Texas girl with a serious case of wanderlust.

A self-proclaimed happily ever junkie, she loves creating stories where her characters chase their own happy endings.

When she isn’t writing or reading, eating or cooking, she and her family are planning their next adventure.

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Excerpt Release: Warrior Undone by Jessica Ruben

 

We’re celebrating the release of Warrior Undone by Jessica Ruben! Check out this excerpt and one-click this

heart pumping, terrifying, beautiful” books today!

 

 

 

Cover by: Okay Creations

NA Contemporary Romance

From Amazon Bestselling Author Jessica Ruben comes the latest Contemporary/New Adult Romance….

 

I have no intention of finding happily-ever-after.

At least, not anymore.

Fighting for my country was an honor,

returning home is a curse.

My demons need to be fed.

How else can a shattered man stay afloat?

When a wild night in Las Vegas with the sexiest woman I’ve ever met turns into hell, she attaches to me as though I’m her savior.

But what happens when a woman hangs her hands on broken glass?

She bleeds.

*Warrior Undone is a stand alone spin-off from the Vincent and Eve series. This is a full length novel.

EXCERPT:

Before I can think it through, I tell her, “Let’s sit together and watch the sunset. It’s going down soon.”

“You want to sit. With me?” She purses her lips. “The girl you have nothing in common with?”

“Come on. You know that shit wasn’t true.”

She takes a hard swallow. “But you said it.”

“Come on.” A cushioned bench lines the perimeter. “No one here but us.” I gesture to the couch.

She rigidly sits down, raising her legs in front of her before invitingly opening them. She taps the space between her knees. The sun lowers, casting an orange glow over the boat.

Hesitantly, I sit between her legs. I twist my torso to face her. “You’re not going to strangle me, right?”

“I considered it.” She raises her brows at me. “But, no, I won’t.”

She pulls me back by the shoulders, so I’m resting my head in the juncture between her thighs. Part of me wants to jump upward, but her fingers move into my hair, and it feels so damn good.

“You aren’t a materialistic bitch either,” I add. “I know you’re not.”

“Thanks.” Her voice drips with sarcasm. “I know who I am. Now, straighten your head so I can massage your face. Lord knows you need something to calm your domineering ass down.”

She drops her thumbs on the bridge of my nose, pushing down and out over my cheekbones. I let out a sigh.

“Am I allowed to ask you what it’s like in Afghanistan, or are you going to chew my head off?”

I tilt my head up to see her. “Lots of good people. Some bad.”

“On the way to Utah, I ordered a book on my Kindle about Adam Brown. The Navy SEAL. I’ve been reading it.”

I melt from her hands. “Did you now? Adam was a good man.” I close my eyes and try not to smile at the fact that she’s trying to learn more about me. Shaking off my attempt to keep her away, I find myself in a warmth I can’t fight. I don’t deserve it, but fuck if it’s not the best feeling I’ve ever had.

“You knew him?” She sucks in a surprised breath, her fingers pausing.

“Knew of him, yeah. We all do. Total badass.”

Her hands continue to rub up and down my face. “You’re a good man, too, Slade. When you aren’t being a huge asshole, I mean.”

I chuckle. “I’m all right. And I’m sorry, okay? I said fucked up shit that wasn’t true. I just wanted to be firm and make sure we were clear, but it wasn’t necessary. You didn’t deserve that.”

“I should just ask for no bread, so I don’t waste. You’re right about that, and I—”

“Oh no.” I put my hands on her, stilling her words. “You don’t have to finish everything you eat. It’s a weird thing I have after the shit I’ve seen. You don’t have to take it on.”

“No. You’re right. I should ask for less, so I waste less.”

When I let go of her hands, she continues her ministrations. I let her take care of me. I’m not sure why I was being so difficult. Sure, she’s a sweet girl who deserves more than me. But she isn’t a child who can’t make her own choices either. Best part is that she isn’t planning on staying here; it’s just for a short time. I need to cool off and calm down, stop fighting everything and let it all ride. She knows the score now—of this, I’m absolutely positive. My body sinks between hers, and for the first time in what feels like ages, I feel peace.

 

 

 

 

 

New Release: Verity by Colleen Hoover

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“Sublimely creepy with a true Hoover pulse. I’ve been waiting on a thriller like this for years.” Tarryn Fisher, New York Times bestselling author

Verity, an all-new romantic thriller from #1 New York Times bestselling author Colleen Hoover, is available now!

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Lowen Ashleigh is a struggling writer on the brink of financial ruin when she accepts the job offer of a lifetime. Jeremy Crawford, husband of bestselling author Verity Crawford, has hired Lowen to complete the remaining books in a successful series his injured wife is unable to finish.

Lowen arrives at the Crawford home, ready to sort through years of Verity’s notes and outlines, hoping to find enough material to get her started. What Lowen doesn’t expect to uncover in the chaotic office is an unfinished autobiography Verity likely didn’t intend for anyone to read. Page after page of bone-chilling admissions, including Verity’s recollection of the night their family was forever altered.

Lowen decides to keep the manuscript hidden from Jeremy, knowing its contents would devastate the already grieving father. But as Lowen’s feelings for Jeremy begin to intensify, she recognizes all the ways she could benefit if he were to read his wife’s words. After all, no matter how devoted Jeremy is to his injured wife, a truth this horrifying would make it impossible for him to continue to love her.

VERITY AN TWO

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Excerpt:

“What are you wearing?” Corey is staring down at my shirt, perplexed, just now noticing it despite having spent the last fifteen minutes with me.

I look down at my oversized shirt. For a moment, I forgot how ridiculous I look. “I spilled coffee on my other shirt this morning and had to change.”

“Whose shirt is that?”

I shrug. “Probably yours. It was in my closet.”

“You left your house in that? There wasn’t something else you could have worn?”

“It doesn’t look high fashion?” I’m being sarcastic, but he doesn’t catch it.

He makes a face. “No. Is it supposed to?”

Such an ass. But he’s good in bed, like most assholes.

I’m actually relieved when the conference room door opens and a woman walks in. She’s followed, almost comically, by an older man walking so closely behind her, he bumps into the back of her when she stops.

“Goddammit, Barron,” I hear her mumble.

I almost smile at the idea of Goddammit Barron actually being his name.

Jeremy enters last. He gives me a small nod that goes unnoticed by everyone else.

The woman is dressed more appropriately than I am on my best day, with short black hair and lipstick so red, it’s a little jarring at nine thirty in the morning. She seems to be the one in charge as she reaches for Corey’s hand, and then mine, while Goddammit Barron looks on. “Amanda Thomas,” she says. “I’m an editor with Pantem Press. This is Barron Stephens, our lawyer, and Jeremy Crawford, our client.”

Jeremy and I shake hands, and he does a good job of pretending we didn’t share an extremely bizarre morning. He quietly takes the seat across from me. I try not to look at him, but it’s the only place my eyes seem to want to travel. I have no idea why I’m more curious about him than I am about this meeting.

Amanda pulls folders out of her briefcase and slides them in front of Corey and me.

“Thank you for meeting with us,” she says. “We don’t want to waste your time, so I’ll cut right to the chase. One of our authors is unable to fulfill a contract due to medical reasons, and we’re in search of a writer with experience in the same genre who may be interested in completing the three remaining books in her series.”

I glance at Jeremy, but his stoic expression doesn’t hint at his role in this meeting.

“Who is the author?” Corey asks.

“We’re happy to go over the details and terms with you, but we do ask that you sign the non-disclosure agreement. We would like to keep our author’s current situation out of the media.”

“Of course,” Corey says.

I acquiesce, but I say nothing as we both look over the forms and then sign them. Corey slides them back to Amanda.

“Her name is Verity Crawford,” she says. “I’m sure you’re familiar with her work.”

Corey stiffens as soon as they mention Verity’s name. Of course we’re familiar with her work. Everyone is. I hazard a glance in Jeremy’s direction. Is Verity his wife? They share a last name. He said downstairs that his wife is a writer. But why would he be in a meeting about her? A meeting she isn’t even here for?

“We’re familiar with the name,” Corey says, holding his cards close.

“Verity has a very successful series we would hate to see go unfinished,” Amanda continues. “Our goal is to bring in a writer who is willing to step in, finish the series, complete the book tours, press releases, and whatever else is normally required of Verity. We plan to put out a press release introducing the new co-writer while also preserving as much of Verity’s privacy as possible.”

About Colleen Hoover

Colleen Hoover is the #1 New York Times and International bestselling author of thirteen novels and multiple novellas. She lives in Texas with her husband and their three boys. She is the founder of The Bookworm Box, a non-profit book subscription service and bookstore in Sulphur Springs, Texas.

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Cover Reveal: Truth by Trilina Pucci

 

Title: Truth
Series: Sinful #1
Author: Trilina Pucci
Genre: Dark Romance
Cover Design: Steamy Designs
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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Excerpt Reveal: Truth by Trilina Pucci

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TRUTH by Trilina Pucci releases October 30th

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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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Exclusive 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 opened. 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 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.”

 

Excerpt Reveal: Medicine Man by Saffron A. Kent

Medicine Man by Saffron A. Kent

Release Date: September 27th

Genre: Contemporary Romance

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BLURB

Willow Taylor lives in a castle with large walls and iron fences. But this is no ordinary castle. It’s called Heartstone Psychiatric hospital and it houses forty other patients. It has nurses with mean faces and techs with permanent frowns.

It has a man, as well. A man who is cold and distant. Whose voice drips with authority. And whose piercing gray eyes hide secrets, and maybe linger on her face a second too long.

Willow isn’t supposed to look deep into those eyes. She isn’t supposed to try to read his tightly leashed emotions. And neither is she supposed to touch herself at night, imagining his powerful voice and that cold but beautiful face.

No, Willow Taylor shouldn’t be attracted to Simon Blackwood, at all.

Because she’s a patient and he’s her doctor. Her psychiatrist.

The medicine man.

WARNING: This book discusses sensitive issues including but not limited to, depression and suicide.

Excerpt

“I… Can I go now?” I whisper.

He bends toward me. Not like he did yesterday when he was all shaken up and furious. This leaning is slow and filled with a different kind of intensity.

“No.”

I swallow, looking into his eyes, which have moved down to my lips. Has he ever looked at my mouth before? I can’t remember. He’s always been so professional and distant that just one look of his seems exaggerated, almost too much to handle.

“W-why not?”

“Because I’m curious about something.”

I lick my lower lip. I swear it’s not meant to be provocative. It’s just that his stare is making them tingle and dry out. I didn’t know that a body part could be shy until this man focused on it like this.

“About what?”

Again, I’m expecting one thing but something entirely different happens. Instead of answering with his words, he touches me. Of his own volition.

His hands wrap around my neck, his fingers spanning the entire length of my throat, tilting my face up. My eyes are wide; I can feel it. I can feel them popping out. I can feel my heart popping out too, bursting with too many beats.

He’s touching me.

Touching. The litmus test of attraction.

“I’m curious about,” he whispers, his breath wafting over my nose, drugging my senses. “Why the fuck do I want to kiss you?”

“What?”

My hands reach up and hold his wrists. I feel like my world just went unsteady and I can’t stand up straight without his help.

Did he just… Did he say he wants to kiss me?

There’s a slight frown on his forehead, as if he’s genuinely perplexed. As if I’m a riddle and so is his desire to kiss me.

“It doesn’t make sense.” His gray, almost black, gaze flicks back and forth. “You’re my patient. You’re my responsibility. I’m supposed to fix you, not think about your lips. I’m not supposed to think about your mouth or the taste of your tongue. If you really taste like you smell.”

“How… How do I smell?”

His chuckle is short and harsh as he moves his hand and grabs my face. “Like lemons. Like you’ve been sucking on lemon wedges all day long with that pink mouth of yours.”

I feel the heat of his hand on my flesh. He’s burning up, slowly boiling over. “I-I… It’s the lime jello,” I reply, as if that’s the most important thing in the world right now. Explaining the source of my smell and possibly my taste too.

“You’re not my type,” he growls, pushing his forehead against mine.

“I’m sorry?”

“You’re young. You’re reckless. Inexperienced. You believe in happy endings, don’t you? Fairy tales and fucking magic.”

His breaths are wild, frustrated. Like believing in good things is a bad habit. Believing in something bigger than you is silly.

I frown, pressing harder against his forehead. “Of course I do. If someone like me doesn’t believe in magic, then there’s no hope for anyone else. There’s no hope for me. And it’s not a bad thing, you know. It’s not a bad thing to believe in something. In fact, it shows that you’re brave and –”

His mouth pulls into a humorless smile. “And you don’t know when to shut the fuck up.”

“Hey –”

“Willow.”

He flattens my cheeks with his hands, asserting all his stupid authority over me. Too bad it only makes me hornier and I have to clench my thighs against the shivers running through my lower body.

“What?” I somehow manage to squeak.

“Shut the fuck up.”

I gasp; how dare he?

But it gets swallowed up by his mouth.

About the Author

Writer of bad romances. Aspiring Lana Del Rey of the Book World.

Saffron A. Kent is a Top 100 Amazon Bestselling author of Contemporary and New Adult romance. More often than not, her love stories are edgy, forbidden and passionate. Her work has been featured in Huffington Post, New York Daily News and USA Today’s Happy Ever After.

She lives in New York City with her nerdy and supportive husband, and a million and one books.

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