New Release: My Darling Arrow by Saffron A. Kent

Title: My Darling Arrow
Author: Saffron A. Kent
Genre: New Adult Romance
Release Date: September 17, 2020
Blurb
Darling Arrow,
I shouldn’t be
writing this. 
It’s not as if I’m
ever going to send you this letter, and there are a million reasons why.
First of all, I was
sent to this reform school as a punishment for a petty, totally inconsequential
crime. Not to ogle the principal’s hot son around the campus.
Second of all,
you’re a giant jerk. You’re arrogant and moody and so cold. Sometimes I think I
shouldn’t even like you.
But strangely your
coldness sets me on fire. 
The way your
athletic body moves on the soccer field, and the way your powerful thighs
sprawl across that motorcycle of yours, make me go inappropriately
breathless. 
But that’s not the
worst part. 
The worst part is
that you, Arrow Carlisle, are not only the principal’s hot son. 
You also happen to
be the love of my sister’s life. 
And I really shouldn’t
be thinking about my sister’s boyfriend, or rather fiancé (I overheard a
conversation about the ring that I shouldn’t have).
Now if I can only
stop writing you these meaningless letters that I’ll never send and you’ll
never read…
Never yours,
Salem
NOTE: This book
is a standalone and DOES NOT contain cheating. 

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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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New Release: The Anti-Boyfriend by Penelope Ward

Title: The Anti-Boyfriend
Author: Penelope Ward
Genre: Standalone Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 31, 2020
Blurb

From New York Times bestselling author
Penelope Ward, comes a new standalone novel.
At first,
my neighbor Deacon frustrated me.
Sure, he
was great-looking and friendly.
But our
walls were thin, and on occasion, he’d bring women to his place and keep me
awake while he “entertained” them.
As a single
mother to an infant, I didn’t appreciate it.
So, finally
it was my turn.
When my
daughter wouldn’t stop wailing one night, Mr. Manwhore came knocking on my
door.

Miraculously,
at the sound of his voice, Sunny stopped crying. And when he held her…she
eventually fell asleep in his arms.
Deacon was
rough on the exterior, but apparently on the inside? Mr.
Single-and-Ready-to-Mingle was a baby whisperer.
After that
night, we became friends.
He’d go for
coffee runs. Come over to chat. Normal friend stuff.
But over
time, our conversations ran deeper. We got closer.
Until one
night we crossed the line.
Our
friendship turned into a complicated mess.
I’d gone
and fallen for a guy who’d sworn off commitment and kids.
I knew
Deacon was starting to care for me too, even though Sunny and I didn’t fit into
any plan he’d ever imagined for himself.
He was
wrong for me—so wrong that I’d dubbed him the “anti-boyfriend.”
Then why
did I wish more than anything that I could be the one woman to change him?

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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: The Anti-Boyfriend by Penelope Ward

Title: The Anti-Boyfriend
Author: Penelope Ward
Genre: Standalone Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 31, 2020
Blurb

From New York Times bestselling author
Penelope Ward, comes a new standalone novel.
At first,
my neighbor Deacon frustrated me.
Sure, he
was great-looking and friendly.
But our
walls were thin, and on occasion, he’d bring women to his place and keep me
awake while he “entertained” them.
As a single
mother to an infant, I didn’t appreciate it.
So, finally
it was my turn.
When my
daughter wouldn’t stop wailing one night, Mr. Manwhore came knocking on my
door.

Miraculously,
at the sound of his voice, Sunny stopped crying. And when he held her…she
eventually fell asleep in his arms.
Deacon was
rough on the exterior, but apparently on the inside? Mr.
Single-and-Ready-to-Mingle was a baby whisperer.
After that
night, we became friends.
He’d go for
coffee runs. Come over to chat. Normal friend stuff.
But over
time, our conversations ran deeper. We got closer.
Until one
night we crossed the line.
Our
friendship turned into a complicated mess.
I’d gone
and fallen for a guy who’d sworn off commitment and kids.
I knew
Deacon was starting to care for me too, even though Sunny and I didn’t fit into
any plan he’d ever imagined for himself.
He was
wrong for me—so wrong that I’d dubbed him the “anti-boyfriend.”
Then why
did I wish more than anything that I could be the one woman to change him?

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Excerpt
Copyright © 2020
By Penelope Ward
Today, just as I got back to my door, Deacon was exiting his apartment.
“Oh, hey, Carys-Like-Paris. How goes it?” He flashed a wide smile.
When people ask me my name, for some stupid reason, I sometimes answer,
“Carys, like Paris,” particularly when I’m nervous. That was the case the first
time I met Deacon.
A whiff of his amazing smell put my body on alert. He looked handsome as
always. Today he wore a camel-colored suede coat with a shearling collar. His
blue eyes, which stood out against his tanned skin, glimmered under the
fluorescent lights overhead, which also brought out the copper tint to his
otherwise medium-brown hair. He was at least six-foot-two—a beanstalk to my
five-foot-four self.
This was my opportunity to bring up last night. But now that he was right
here, towering over me, his musky smell saturating the air, I seemed to have
lost the words. Still, I was determined to speak up now or never.
My heartbeat accelerated. Here
goes.
Still out of breath from my sprint up the stairs, I said, “Well,
honestly, in answer to your question… I’d love to say I’m doing great, but I
had a hard time getting to sleep last night. So, I’ve been better.”
He frowned. “I’m sorry to hear that.”
“Actually, it’s sort of your fault.”
Deacon’s forehead crinkled. “My fault?”
“Yeah. I don’t know if you realize this, but your bed is right up against
mine, on the opposite side of the wall. Your…interactions…last night woke me up, and I had a hard time getting
back to sleep.”
Boom.
There.
Said it.
Deacon closed his eyes momentarily. “Shit. I’m sorry. I didn’t know you
were right behind me.”
“Yeah. It’s basically like I’m…right there.”
“Well, that was rude of me. I should’ve invited you to join.”
What? It felt
like all my blood rushed to my head.
He held out his palms. “I’m kidding. Bad sense of humor comes out when I
feel awkward, I guess.”
Slipping a piece of my hair behind my ear, I brushed off his comment. “I
know you’re kidding.”
“Totally kidding.” He smiled. “But I’ll try to be more considerate now
that I know you can hear everything. You should’ve said something.”
I tilted my head. “How exactly would that have worked? Barging in on two
naked people? That’s why I’m saying something now.”
“Solid point. But I take it last night wasn’t the first time you
overheard things?”
I looked down at my feet. “No, it wasn’t.”
“You could’ve banged on the wall or something.”
“I’m not one to rudely interrupt someone’s…personal happenings. I just
wanted you to be aware of the situation. We don’t need to discuss it further.”
“Maybe we should come up with a code.”
“What do you mean?”
“Like, If I’m disturbing your peace, you play a song and crank it up to
send me a message.” He snapped his fingers. “Something ironic like ‘The Sounds
of Silence’ by Simon and Garfunkel.”
“Can’t exactly crank up a song when a baby is sleeping.”
His smile faded. “See? That goes to show you how clueless I am. Clueless
and so sorry, Carys. Truly. I’ll try not to let it happen again.”
“It better not, fuckboy!” a voice shouted from behind one of the
apartment doors.
Deacon and I turned around in unison. I noticed Mrs. Winsbanger’s door
move across the hall. The old lady must have been listening in. She lived
alone, and I often spotted her peeking out her door, spying on people.
Deacon grimaced. “Mrs. Winsbanger loves me.”
“Apparently I’m not the only one who overheard things last night,” I
said.
His face turned red. His embarrassment was a bit surprising. I’d expected
him to be more cocky.
“I’ll move my bed to the other side of the room. That should help.”
“Well, that would be nice, if it’s not too much trouble.”
“It’s not.”
Happy to have the conversation over with, I let out a long breath. “Okay,
well, I’ll let you get going.”
He didn’t budge and seemed to be examining my face. “You okay?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“You seem frazzled.”
Well, yeah. I didn’t
get good sleep, I’m trying to get things done in possibly the only hour of the
day I have free, and we just had the most awkward conversation EVER.
“This is just me—my life. I have what could be barely more than an hour
to eat my lunch and have some quiet time before my daughter wakes up from her
nap.”
“Ah.” He scratched his chin. “How old is she now?”
“Six months.”
Deacon knew I was a single mom. He’d run into me one day and helped me
bring groceries in while I tried to juggle Sunny and her stroller.
I was just about to head back inside my apartment when his voice stopped
me.
“Do you need anything?”
I wasn’t entirely sure what he meant. “Like what?”
“Something from the store? A…coffee, maybe? I’m just headed out to run a
quick errand, but I can stop somewhere on the way back.”
“It’s the least you can do, monkey balls!” Mrs. Winsbanger chimed in from
across the hall.
She was apparently still listening.
“Did she just fucking call me monkey
balls
?” he whispered.
At that moment, I lost it. Laughter got a hold of me, and it took almost
a minute before I could even speak. Deacon laughed, too, but I think he was
more cracking up at my reaction.
“No idea why she just called you monkey balls. But I haven’t laughed this
hard in weeks.”
After I finally calmed down, Deacon repeated his earlier question.
“Anyway, as I was saying, can I get you a coffee or something?”
His offer gave me pause. It was rare that anyone asked if I needed
anything. I had a couple of good friends in the city, but they worked and had
busy social lives. It wasn’t like they were around in the middle of the day to
run to the store for me. And given that it was fall in New York, it was getting
chilly out. I had to have a damn good reason to take Sunny out in the cold.
Honestly, I was dying for a latte from Starbucks. Running to the coffee
shop was definitely something people without babies took for granted. It wasn’t
worth having to bundle Sunny up.
“I would love a vanilla latte from Starbucks, if you pass one on your way
back,” I finally said.
“Done.” He smiled. “That’s it?”
“Just one pump of vanilla would be great.”
“One pump. Got it. Anything else?”
“Isn’t that enough? It’s hardly a necessity. I shouldn’t be taking
advantage.”
“Take advantage of me. What else do you need? Seriously. It’s the least I
can do after disturbing your peace last night.”
Take advantage of me. Yup. Mind straight in the gutter.
“You’re not my gopher.”
“Carys….” His baritone voice turned serious, and he repeated in a slow
and exaggerated manner, “What. Do. You. Need? I could run to the store.”
There was something else I
desperately needed.
“Diapers?” I said hesitantly.
“Okay.” He laughed. “You’re gonna have to help me out with those. I’ve
never purchased them in my life.”
Before I could tell him what size, he handed me his phone. I was all too
aware of the brief touch of his hand.
“Enter your digits. I’ll text you from the store to make sure I get the
right kind.”
I did as he said before handing him back the phone, once again enjoying
the contact from that brief exchange. Cheap thrills were as good as it got
these days.
He put it in his pocket. “Anything else?”
“Not that I can think of.”
“Alright. Well, if you change your mind, you can let me know when I
text.”
“Thank you. I really appreciate
it.”
“Talk to ya in a bit,” he said before heading down the hall.
I stood by my door and watched him walk away. The view from the back was
just as good as the front. And moreover, it seemed Deacon was just as lovely on
the inside as he was on the outside.
“One pump my ass,” I heard Mrs. Winsbanger say before she slammed her
door.
Author Bio
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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Cover Reveal: My Darling Arrow by Saffron A. Kent

Title: My Darling Arrow
Author: Saffron A. Kent
Genre: New Adult Romance
Cover Design: Najla Qamber
Model: Jon Herrmann
Release Date: September 17, 2020
Blurb
Darling Arrow,
 
I shouldn’t be
writing this. 
It’s not as if I’m
ever going to send you this letter, and there are a million reasons why.
First of all, I was
sent to this reform school as a punishment for a petty, totally inconsequential
crime. Not to ogle the principal’s hot son around the campus.
Second of all,
you’re a giant jerk. You’re arrogant and moody and so cold. Sometimes I think I
shouldn’t even like you.
But strangely your
coldness sets me on fire. 
The way your
athletic body moves on the soccer field, and the way your powerful thighs
sprawl across that motorcycle of yours, make me go inappropriately
breathless. 
But that’s not the
worst part. 
The worst part is
that you, Arrow Carlisle, are not only the principal’s hot son. 
You also happen to
be the love of my sister’s life. 
And I really shouldn’t
be thinking about my sister’s boyfriend, or rather fiancé (I overheard a
conversation about the ring that I shouldn’t have).
Now if I can only
stop writing you these meaningless letters that I’ll never send and you’ll
never read…
 
Never yours,
Salem
NOTE: This book
is a standalone and DOES NOT contain cheating. 
Author Bio
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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Cover Reveal: The Anti-Boyfriend by Penelope Ward

 

 

Title: The Anti-Boyfriend
Author: Penelope Ward
Genre: Standalone Contemporary Romance

Cover Design: Letitia Hasser, RBA Designs

Photo: Nadia von Scotti

Release Date: August 31, 2020

 

Blurb

 

From New York Times bestselling author
Penelope Ward, comes a new standalone novel.
At first, my neighbor Deacon frustrated me.
Sure, he was great-looking and friendly.
But our walls were thin, and on occasion, he’d bring women to his place and keep me
awake while he “entertained” them.
As a single mother to an infant, I didn’t appreciate it.
So, finally it was my turn.
When my daughter wouldn’t stop wailing one night, Mr. Manwhore came knocking on my door.

Miraculously, at the sound of his voice, Sunny stopped crying. And when he held her…she eventually fell asleep in his arms.
Deacon was rough on the exterior, but apparently on the inside? Mr.
Single-and-Ready-to-Mingle was a baby whisperer.
After that night, we became friends.
He’d go for coffee runs. Come over to chat. Normal friend stuff.
But over time, our conversations ran deeper. We got closer.
Until one night we crossed the line.
Our friendship turned into a complicated mess.
I’d gone and fallen for a guy who’d sworn off commitment and kids.
I knew Deacon was starting to care for me too, even though Sunny and I didn’t fit into
any plan he’d ever imagined for himself.
He was wrong for me—so wrong that I’d dubbed him the “anti-boyfriend.”
Then why did I wish more than anything that I could be the one woman to change him?

 

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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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New Release: Detour by A. Marie

 

Title: Detour

Series: Creekwood #1

Author: A. Marie
Genre: Contemporary/New Adult Romance
Release Date: July 16, 2020
Blurb
Welcome to Creekwood…
Angela
Head down, eyes peeled for any opportunity to get off the
dead-end course my mother carelessly paved for me years ago.
My plan takes a sharp turn landing me directly across the
hall from Creekwood’s resident bad boys. The three streetbike riding misfits
are as stubborn as they are sexy. And they. Are. Sexy. Especially the one with
the mocha swirl eyes watching my every move.
But even the six-foot hallway separating us can’t keep the
overbearing trio from constantly getting in my way.
When my past threatens to catch up with me, I quickly learn
not every detour promises an easier route, no matter how tempting my new
neighbors might make it look.  
Coty
Head up, eyes locked on anything threatening to throw me off
the carefully constructed path I have mapped out.
I live my life the same way I ride my bike, never once
regretting the roads I’ve chosen.
Lately though, after years of the same scenery, everything’s
starting to blur together. It’s only when our elusive neighbor girl comes out
of nowhere that I realize what’s been missing.
And now that I have, I don’t think I can let her pass by so
quickly. At least not without proving the lengths I’ll go for her first. 
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A. Marie likes to paint her characters’ voices onto the
blank canvas of a page using her own blend of quick wit and playfulness. She
strives to bring readers entertaining yet powerful stories they’ll fall for
time and time again. Born and raised in Washington State, she now resides in
upstate New York with her husband and three kids.
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Sneak Peek: The Rivals by Vi Keeland

 

 

Excited about Vi Keeland’s upcoming release,
The Rivals? Check out this SNEAK PEEK

 

 

Title: The Rivals
Author: Vi Keeland
Genre: Standalone Contemporary Romance
Release Date: July 13, 2020

 

Blurb

 

The feud
between Weston Lockwood and me started at the altar.
Only
neither of us attended the wedding, and the nuptials happened decades before
either of us was born.
Our
grandfathers had been best friends and business partners, at least up until my
grandfather’s wedding day—when his bride-to-be blurted out she couldn’t marry
him because she was also in love with Weston‘s grandfather.
The two men
spent years fighting over Grace Copeland, who also happened to be their third
business partner.  But in the end, neither man could steal half of her
heart away from the other.
Eventually,
they all went their separate ways.  Our
grandfathers married other women, and the two men became one of the biggest
business rivals in history.
Our fathers
continued the family tradition of feuding.
And then Weston and I did, too.
For the
most part, we kept as much distance as possible.
Until the
day the woman who started the feud died—and unexpectedly left one of the most
valuable hotels in the world to our grandfathers to share.
Now I’m
stuck in a hotel with the man I was born to hate, trying to unravel the mess
our families inherited.
As usual,
it didn’t take long for us to be at each other’s throats.
Weston
Lockwood was everything I hated: tall, smart, cocky, and too gorgeous for his
own good.  We were fire and ice. 
But that
shouldn’t be an issue. Our families were used to being at war. There was just
one minor problem, though.   Every time
Weston and I fought, we somehow wound up in bed.

 

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Sophia
“What the hell?” I pressed the button on the elevator panel a second
time. It illuminated, yet the car continued to sit there. So I jabbed my finger
at it a third time. Finally, the doors started to glide closed.
Just as they were about to shut completely, a shoe blocked them from
closing. 
A wingtip shoe. 
Weston’s smiling face was there to greet me when the doors bounced
open. 
My blood was near boiling. “So help me, Lockwood, if you try to get in
this car, I can’t be responsible for what happens to you. I’m not in the mood
anymore.” 
He entered the elevator anyway. “Come on, Fifi. What’s wrong? I’m just playing
around. You’re taking things way too seriously.” 
I counted to ten in my head, but it didn’t help. Fuck it. He
wanted to get a rise out of me? He was going to get one. The doors slid
shut again, and I turned and backed him into a corner. Seeing my face, he at
least had the decency to look a little nervous. 
“You wanna know what’s wrong? I’ll tell you what’s wrong! My father
thinks I’m inept because I don’t have an appendage dangling between my legs.
The man I spent the last eighteen months with was cheating on me with one of my
cousins. Again. I hate New York City. I despise the Lockwood
family. And you think you can get away with anything you want just because you
have a big dick.” I jabbed my finger into his chest and punctuated each
staccato word with another stab.  
“I’m  
Tired.  
Of.  
Men.  
My father.  
Liam.  
You. 
Every single fucking one of you. So leave me the hell alone!” 
Frazzled, I turned back around and waited for the door to open, only to
realize we hadn’t started to move yet. Great.
Just fucking great. I jabbed the button a few more times, closed my eyes, and
took deep, cleansing breaths as we started to move. Halfway through breath
three, I felt the heat of Weston’s body behind me. He had to have moved closer.
I continued to try to ignore him.  
But the fucker still smelled good.  
How the hell could that be? Whose cologne lasted
for—what had it been now?—twelve hours? After the gauntlet run he’d
sent me on across town this morning, I probably smelled like BO. It pissed me
off that the asshole smelled…fucking delicious.  
He moved closer, and I felt his breath tickle my neck.  
“So,” he whispered in a gravelly voice. “You think my dick’s big.” 
I turned and scowled at him. While this morning he’d been clean-shaven,
he now had a five o’clock shadow all along his chiseled jaw. It gave
him a sinister look. The suit that hugged his broad shoulders probably cost
more than Liam’s entire sweater wardrobe. Weston Lockwood was everything I
hated in a man—wealthy, good looking, cocky, arrogant, and fearless. Liam would
hate him. My father already hated him. And at the moment, those were actually
Weston’s strong points.  
While I struggled with my body reacting to his scent and how much I liked
the stubble on his face, Weston slowly reached out and put a hand on my hip. At
first, I assumed he thought he needed to steady me, as he had when I’d wobbled
in the bar. Had I wobbled again? I didn’t think I had. But I
must’ve. 
Though when his hand glided from my hip around to my ass, there was
no misunderstanding his intention. He was not trying to
help me stay on my feet. In my head, my immediate reaction was to scream at
him, but somehow my throat felt too clogged to speak.  
I made the mistake of looking up from his jaw into his blue eyes. Heat
flickered, turning them almost gray, and his eyes dropped to my
lips.  
No.  
Just no. 
This was not happening.  
Not again. 
My heart thundered in my chest, and the blood in my ears roared so loudly
I almost didn’t hear the ding of the elevator announcing that we’d arrived at
my floor. Thankfully it snapped me out of whatever moment of insanity I’d
slipped into.  
“I…I need to go.” 
It took all of my focus to put one foot in front of the other, but I
managed to walk down the hall and make it to my room.  
Though… 
I wasn’t alone.

 

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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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New Release: Heartless King by Maya Hughes

 

Title: Heartless King

Series: Standalone book #5 in the

Kings of Rittenhouse Series

Author: Maya Hughes
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: April 23, 2020

 

Blurb

 

Two blue lines. That means not pregnant, right? Right?
Oh, sh*t.
Five years ago, Colm
Frost asked me to marry him and I ran. I ran from my painful past too raw and
fresh to escape. He was the only one who looked at me like I wasn’t broken and
made me believe it. He made me feel it.
Now, he’s the hot,
angry, hockey player on the mend. 
I’m the
physiotherapist who’s supposed to get him back on his feet. 
I don’t think our
night together was what his doctor prescribed, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t
dreamt of him every time I close my eyes. I woke up beside him with my body
still singing from the way he fanned the flames of my desire, but I couldn’t
stay.

His lips on my neck. His hands wrapped around my waist. His impressive…ahem,
touch leaving me breathless.

One moment of wild
inhibition and it’s come back to bite me in the butt. Kind of like he did that
night.
But a baby? Our
night was supposed to be a one time thing, closing a door on the future I
couldn’t handle. 
Will this new bump
in the road be everything we needed to find our forever?

Heartless King is a standalone friends to enemies to lovers, accidental
pregnancy romance that brings all the laugh out loud, angsty feels!

 

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The question had been running through my head all night: how
could I get her to leave? But I didn’t want her to go. And now the maple syrup
and cinnamon taste of her sent me hurtling close to the edge of my control.
Those reserves were running on fumes. 
Everyone else had been run off by my anger or blinded by my
money, but not her. If anything, she battled me, pushing me like she knew I
needed it. She wouldn’t let me hide the splintered and cracked pieces of myself
that I was barely holding together. 
She didn’t push me to talk, just slid in past my defenses
and got me to say more than I should. 
“Do you want me to stop?” I ran my fingers through her hair,
tugging on the roots. 
Her lips parted in a gasp and I deepened the kiss, needing
to taste even more of her. She’d teased me, eating that French toast that
smelled like a vanilla and cinnamon factory had exploded when it arrived at our
table.
She stared into my eyes, heavy breaths shuddering past her
lips. “Hell no.”
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Maya Hughes, that’s me!, can often be found sneaking in another chapter while hiding in the bathroom from her kids! 🙂 I’m a romance writer who loves taking
inspiration from everyday life, namely my husband and biggest fan. Inspiration
also strikes when I hear a song, meet someone new or daydream while at soccer
practice.
I love writing stories that capture the possibilities of the paths less travelled and
enjoy experiencing life through my characters’ eyes.
I’m the mom of three little ones, the wife to an amazing husband and also work full time. Some of my favorite things are cupcakes, cinnamon rolls, white wine, laughing
until I can’t breathe, traveling with my family and Jeff Goldblum. 

 

New Release: Power Twist by Kennedy L. Mitchell

 

Title: Power Twist
Series: Power Play #2
Author: Kennedy L. Mitchell
Genre: Romantic Suspense
 Release Date: February 18, 2020
Blurb
With the
campaign over, a new devious challenge awaits.
I thought
the toughest part was behind us. Stupid me. Now I have to live with the
consequences of winning, some that make me regret ever stepping foot in this
city. Day one in office I learn of the president’s true plan, one so
manipulative I can’t allow it to come to fruition. But with zero allies to call
on, I’ll need to work with my enemies to stand a chance at stopping him.
At least I
have Trey, even if our scorching-hot affair can only happen in secret. Until
the best part of my new life makes his own deal with a devil, I’m forced to
make a choice. I can’t have it all in this power game they’ve woven, and
watching me flounder is just part of their sick fun. Or can I play the game,
change the rules, and have everything in the end?
Too bad for
me, luck has never been on my side. It’s sink or swim here in DC, and I’m the
idiot wearing cement shoes to the party.
Power Twist
is the SECOND book in the five-book Power Play series offering more twists,
turns and HEAT. Each book cannot be read as a standalone. All
five books follow one main couple’s relationship as it grows through a five
year time period. It’s suspenseful, steamy, and oh so unputdownable. If you’re
a fan of Tiffany Snow, Meghan March, and Skye Warren then this series is for
YOU!

 

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Kennedy
lives in Dallas with her husband, son, and 80lb Goldendoodle who still believes
he’s a lap dog. A bookworm at heart Kennedy loves to snuggle up in bed or by
the campfire with an unputdownable book. She began writing two years ago with
Falling for the Chance and has no plans of stopping. Her novels are witty,
action-packed, and offer enough steam for a great facial. If you like strong
heroines and sexy, tattooed men who can’t keep their hands off them then this
author is the one for you.

 

New Release: The Third Best Thing by Maya Hughes

 

Title: The Third Best Thing

Series: Fulton U #3

Author: Maya Hughes
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 30, 2020

 

Blurb

 

Dear Letter Girl, I need to see you. When can we meet?Her response never came. My secret pen pal with a dirty mind has ghosted me.
I’ve roped Jules, my sweet as pie next door neighbor, to help me track her
down.

There’s only one problem—I’m falling for her. The tortoise shell glasses, out
of this world curves and delicious treats are making the search for The Letter
Girl even harder.

My notes were supposed to be a one time thing. A little too much wine and
naughty thoughts on a winter’s night. I never thought Berk would write back. I
wanted to tell him it was me, but the fear of rejection kept my lips sealed.

Now he’s enlisted my help to track down The Letter Girl and our search has him
hot on my, ahem, her trail.

She’s the girl next door.

He’s my secret pen pal.

Truth is on a collision course with their hearts and it’s only a matter of time
before one of them gets wrecked…

 

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A giddy laugh bubbled up from deep down. I snuck a glance at
myself in the mirror again. I was a lumpy diva, but, fuck it, I was a badass,
too. And I was slowly skidding closer to the ground as the sweat that gathered
behind my knee loosened my grip.
Every move I nailed got me a little closer to appreciating
how far I’d come. From the first days of slipping off trying to do a basic spin
with my feet planted firmly on the floor, to being a diva. This was my freaking
body and I loved the shit out of it.
And if I kept telling myself that, maybe one day I’d believe
it.
I lowered myself onto my bedroom floor with a flourish, throwing
in one more spin for my imaginary audience.
The song ended and I braced my hands on my hips, panting and
sweating like I’d run a 5k, with a grin so damn wide I felt it in my toes.
Jumping up and down, I gave myself a high five and a few club-worthy woos.
It made it harder to figure out if I was doing the tricks one hundred percent
correctly, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to record myself to watch later or
head to a pole dancing studio with full-wall mirrors. I wasn’t at that level of
okay with me in all my glory—yet.
I flopped onto my bed and stared up at the ceiling. My
hip-hugging short shorts and sports bra gave me little coverage, but pole
dancing wasn’t exactly about modesty. I’d given it a try at the urging of my
therapist during freshman year and hell if it hadn’t helped—some. It was a way
for me to build strength, body confidence, and maybe attempt to feel a little
sexy.
The door slammed downstairs and I shot up from the bed.
“Jules!” Berk’s unmistakable call sent me from pole dancing
heart racing to ‘floor it, Louise,’ careening toward a cliff. I shot up and
fell off my bed, rattling the perfume bottles on my dresser. Scrambling off the
floor, I grabbed my sweatpants and tugged them on, hopping from foot to foot
and sounding like I’d taken up bowling in my bedroom. I snagged my glasses off
my desk and shoved them onto my face.
Berk was probably wondering how I’d trapped a wild animal up
in my room. I grabbed my long sleeved T-shirt and hoodie off the back of my
chair even though it was August. The fabric clung to my sweaty skin and I
probably had a sweat-stashe going on, but that was better than him walking up
here and finding me half naked. A panic spiral shot through me and I got
dressed even quicker and threw open my door.
My feet barely touched any of the steps as I flew
downstairs.
“Berk.” I fell into the kitchen, bracing my arm against the
doorway. The butterflies in my stomach were replaced by a whole freaking
safari. I tightened my lips to what I hoped was a non-serial killer level of
smile. My heart was glowing like a spotlight, so I wrapped my arms tighter
around myself. Tingles tiptoed up and down my spine at the sight of his floppy
hair and jeans that hugged his ass and trim waist better than mine ever fit me.
His head shot up and the half of the cookie sticking out of
his mouth broke off and dropped onto the counter. “There you are.” His words
were muffled behind two manhole cover-sized cookies.
“Did you think I was hiding in my cookie box?”
“Is that what you’re calling it these days?” Killer smile
and a direct hit. “The old cookie box.”

 

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Maya
Hughes, that’s me!, can often be found sneaking in another chapter while hiding
in the bathroom from her kids! 🙂 I’m a romance writer who loves taking
inspiration from everyday life, namely my husband and biggest fan. Inspiration
also strikes when I hear a song, meet someone new or daydream while at soccer
practice.
I love
writing stories that capture the possibilities of the paths less travelled and
enjoy experiencing life through my characters’ eyes.
I’m the mom
of three little ones, the wife to an amazing husband and also work full time.
Some of my favorite things are cupcakes, cinnamon rolls, white wine, laughing
until I can’t breathe, traveling with my family and Jeff Goldblum.