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Saved * Hazel James

 

 

Title: Saved

A Battles Novel

Author: Hazel James
Genre: Romance
Release Date: June 21, 2018
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Leilani Moretti

Life is out to get
me.
Humvee accident
that took my right hand? Strike one.
Cancer three years
later that stole my breasts and hair? Strike two.
An overbearing
mother who seems to think I’m twelve, not twenty-seven?
Yeah, I’m out of
there.
I thought moving to
Oklahoma would give me a fresh start. I hoped life would finally cut me some
damn slack. But between the inept people at the VA hospital and a boss who’s
hell-bent on fixing me, I just want to be left alone. Haven’t I been through
enough already?
Clay Prescott
Joining the Army
and deploying to Afghanistan? Hard.
Kicking an alcohol
addiction and starting a business combining fitness and mental health? Harder.
Worth it? Hell yes.
Battles, my gym,
has been so successful that I hired a new employee—a veteran herself—to help me
open a second location. And that’s when it all goes to hell. Everything I’ve
ever stood for is called into question, and the one person I thought I could
count on disappears. I’ve spent the last ten years helping everyone else. What
happens when I can’t even save myself?
How can I help others when I can’t even save
myself?

 

 

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Having cancer is an invitation to be touched. Doctors.
Nurses. Sympathetic friends. An overbearing mother. For months, I dreaded
having someone else’s hands on my body.
But now? Now I crave it. Especially with Clay staring at me
like I’m the only one who can quench his thirst. I’d gladly be his water. The
glass. Hell, I’d even be the ice cubes if he’d give me a few hours and a
freezer.
“Um, will you tie me?” I give myself ten bonus points—five
for speaking coherently and five for omitting the word “up” at the end.
He smiles and steps behind me, and my skin prickles in
anticipation. Even my goose bumps want to be as close to him as possible. But
none of that compares to the second his fingers brush the skin on my shoulders.
I officially take back every curse word I aimed at Rebecca when I opened my
suitcase.
I’m baking her a cake as soon as I get home.
“Is that too tight?” Clay’s voice is deeper, huskier, and
damn if that’s not the sexiest thing I’ve heard in…ever. I want to say yes, so
he’ll have to start over, but a girl only has so much self-control. He’d
probably say something like “how do you want it?” and then I’d turn around and
hump his leg because I’m all about hands-on demonstrations.
“It’s perfect.”
“Great. I’ll double-knot it so you can just slip it over
your head next time.”
I’d be sad if it wasn’t for the light squeeze he gives my
neck when he’s done. Committing that feeling to memory, I pull a tank top over
my head and slide my feet into my sneakers, shoving all thoughts of molesting
Clay out of my mind. “Where do you want to go first?”
“Shouldn’t I be asking you
that?” The edges of his mouth tip up.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m the world’s worst Hawaiian.” I shoot
playful daggers at him.
“Hey, you said it, not me.” He holds his palms out,
proclaiming his innocence. “Thankfully, one of us came prepared. I was thinking
of a short hike and then maybe some paddle boarding.”
It’s my turn to lift a hand. “The hike sounds fine, but one
of us did not come prepared for paddle boarding. Unless you don’t mind going in
circles.” His eyes crinkle as I simulate rowing with my stump.
“Don’t worry, this place has two-person paddle boards.” He
pulls the keys to our rental Jeep from his pocket and twirls the ring around
his finger. “Ready?”

 

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Hazel lives in Tampa
Bay, Florida. She’s a proud Army veteran, and her greatest loves include her
family, lip gloss, Diet Coke, and the beach. For a list of events, go to www.authorhazeljames.com.

 

 

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Cover Reveal * Trust

 

 

Title: Trust

Series: Things That Matter #1

Author: Casey Diam
Genre: Romantic Suspense

Cover Design: Jersey Girl Design

Release Date: July 17, 2018
Blurb
Paige

Five years ago, my mom, dad, and sisters were assassinated.

I should have died that night.

I still question my mental state because I had no proof those same killers were
after me. Yet still, I’d been trying to outrun my past and the men responsible
for what happened that night.

Until I met him, Caleb Connor.

Caleb became my safety net and I found I couldn’t pull away from him. Couldn’t
run away from him. And if sanity hadn’t been lost on me, I would have
recognized he was the last person I should have let into my life. The last
person I should have trusted.Caleb

My life has been anything but normal until Paige. She was supposed to be an
opportunity, my father’s next target.

I should have stayed away. It should’ve been that simple. But it wasn’t.

Paige was my main ingredient to changing everything, and in order to do that I
needed to get inside her head. It wasn’t easy but when it happened, a line was
crossed we never knew existed.

Now Paige has to confront her past and everything that torments her at night,
because a look into the past was the only solution to everything we’d been
afraid of questioning.

Who am I, and who was she?

 

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Some years ago,
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sexy, funny, sweet, and emotional stories that are a bit more in depth, but so
much fun to read.
 
Casey has a ridiculously short attention span and loves her coffee and tea
without sugar and milk. Apart from reading or writing, she loves to snowboard,
even when she’s catching an edge and face-planting in the snow. She absolutely
loves it!

 

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Theirs to Pleasure

 

Title: Theirs to Pleasure
A Reverse Harem Romance
Series: The Marriage Lottery
Author: Stasia Black
Genre: Steamy Romance
Release Date: June 1, 2018
Blurb

In a world where there’s only one woman for every twelve
men, a lottery is the chance for five lucky men to win the prize of a lifetime…
her hand in marriage.
All Charlie ever wanted was to protect his sister. But when they are separated
and Charlie is imprisoned in an enemy camp, Charlie’s tortured by thoughts of
what might be happening to her.

Until one day, a beautiful servant named Shay starts bringing him his meals.
Even her name sounds like a sigh. Shay.
For the first time in months, Charlie has someone else to think about other
than his sister.

Where did Shay come from? Who’s giving her those bruises on her face? And how
can he protect her when he couldn’t even protect his own sister, much less
himself?

When Shay breaks him out of his cell with promises of reuniting him with his
sister, Charlie has no clue just how much his protective instincts are going to
be stretched to the limits. Because the township where his sister lives? Turns
out they have a law that every woman must marry five men. And His. Sister.
Married. Five. Guys.

What’s worse? Shay’s the next up for the lottery.

 

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“So, um.
When will I meet the last one? My last fiancé?”
Henry and
Rafe exchanged a glance. Even Jonas had opened his eyes and stood up straighter
again.
“Well,”
Henry said, drawing out the word, “we were thinking about having dinner tonight
all together. Over at the house. The one that will be ours once we are
married.”
Shay could
feel Charlie’s blood boiling from across the room.
Rafe broke
in before he could erupt. “But if that’s too much at once, babe, we can wait.
There’s no r—”
Shay just
shook her head, though, waving their concerns away. “When does the marriage
become official?”
Another
significant glance was exchanged.
But Charlie
was apparently done holding his opinions to himself. “This is insane. There’s
no way we’re letting them force you into any of this—”
“Charlie,”
Shay said, loud enough that it stopped his tirade before it really got legs. “I
want to hear what they have to say.”
This was
going to happen her way or not at
all. The sooner she got them all on an equal playing field, the better.
Charlie
ground his teeth together, a vein standing out in his neck.
Shay took a
deep breath and looked back to Rafe and Henry. “Well?”
Rafe held
out a hand for Henry, like this one’s all
yours
. Henry narrowed his eyes in return, but he spoke up, looking back to
Shay. “The wedding usually takes place a few weeks after the lottery. After
we’ve all had a chance to get acquainted with each other and feel comfortable
enough to share a living space.” Henry held up a hand like he was anticipating
resistance. “That doesn’t mean we’re expected to share a bed right away,
though.”
“But it is
expected eventually,” Charlie growled, turning on Henry.
Henry
shrugged reluctantly but Shay spoke over both of them.
“All of
that’s ridiculous anyway.”
That got
everyone’s attention. They all looked her way. Charlie was smiling, while Henry
just looked confused. Shay couldn’t read the expression on Jonas’s coolly
appraising face and Rafe simply looked interested.
“Wha—”
Henry started to ask but Shay spoke over him, impatient to have this part done
with.
“It’s
ridiculous to wait that long. We should get married as soon as possible.
Tonight even.” The moment the words came out of her mouth, she knew it was
exactly what she wanted.
“Shay!”
Charlie exploded. “What the hell are you thinking?”
Shay let
out a long breath and walked over to him. She took both of his hands and looked
up into his worried, green eyes.
“I’m not
your sister.”  She felt his flinch, but
it had to be said. “I don’t need you to protect me. I knew what would be
expected of me before we even left Travisville. And I was fine with it. I still
am.”
She was
more than fine with it. Looking between the four of them, she felt the quiver
start deep in her sex. Wrong as it probably was, she looked forward to fucking
these four men. And the fifth who was still a stranger.
You’re my whore. Jason’s words rang in her head. My perfect little fucking whore.
Not
tonight. She squared her jaw. Jason wouldn’t be anywhere nearby as she took
these men into her body. Tonight she’d belong to herself. And she’d take as
much as she gave. More, maybe.
But Charlie
just kept stubbornly shaking his head back and forth. He leaned down and
whispered fervently in her ear. “We don’t have to stay. I’ve seen Audrey. I know she’s alive. I can get you out, get
you somewhere safe, then come back for her and—”
Shay let
out an exasperated huff. Why wouldn’t he listen
to her? Men never listened. They just assumed they knew best and, because
there were more of them, they got to run everything. It was crap.
She spun on
Charlie. “So everything you said last night in the Commander’s office—about how
a woman should be able to choose. Was that just bullshit?”
“What? Of
course not. That’s my whole point. This lottery system gives you no ch—”
This is what I choose,” she spoke over
him. “Sex isn’t a big deal to me. If it is to you, fine, you don’t have to join
us—but that’s your problem, not mine. I want you there, but if you can’t handle
it, let me know now.”
Charlie’s
mouth dropped open. “Shay…”
But she
just shook her head. “What’s waiting around for three weeks going to get me?
It’ll just drive me crazy. I know what I want and I’m ready.  So we do it tonight.”
She looked
over to Jonas. “You’re a preacher, right?”
Former preacher.” He watched her with a
dark, intense look. She couldn’t tell if it was disapproval or attraction.
She waved a
hand. “Whatever. Can you still do wedding ceremonies?”
He nodded
solemnly.
“Good. Then after dinner, when the last man gets there, I want
you to perform the ceremony. Just something small and intimate. Only the six of
us.”
One after the other, she looked each of them in
the eye. “But we get married tonight.”
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Stasia was born in Georgia, grew up in Texas, recently spent
a freezing five-year stint in Minnesota, and now is happily planted in sunny
California, which she will never, ever leave.
 
She loves writing, reading, listening to podcasts, and has recently taken up
biking after a twenty-year sabbatical (and has the bumps and bruises to prove
it). She lives with her own personal cheerleader, aka, her handsome husband,
and their teenage son. Wow. Typing that makes her feel old. And writing about
herself in the third person makes her feel a little like a nutjob, but ahem!
Where were we?
 
Stasia’s drawn to romantic stories that don’t take the easy way out. She wants
to see beneath people’s veneer and poke into their dark places, their twisted
motives, and their deepest desires. Basically, she wants to create characters
that make readers alternately laugh, cry ugly tears, want to toss their kindles
across the room, and then declare they have a new FBB (forever book boyfriend).

 

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Sin * Available Now

 

 

Title: Sin
Series: Sin Duet #1
Authors: M. Malone & Nana Malone
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 29, 2018
Blurb
I’m a bodyguard. I walk softly and carry a
big…stick.
Too bad I have no idea how to use it.I know what you’re thinking. How the hell do you end up a virgin when you live
in a city known for easy access?

But my focus is protecting the women of New York…not fulfilling my every
desire.

Then I meet her.

 

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M. Malone
NYT & USA Today bestselling author M. Malone lives in
the Washington, DC metro area with her husband and their two sons. She holds a
master’s degree in Business from a prestigious college that would no doubt be
scandalized by how she’s using her expensive education.
Independently published, she has sold more than 1/2 million
ebooks in her two series, THE ALEXANDERS and BLUE-COLLAR BILLIONAIRES. Since
starting her indie journey in 2011 with the runaway bestselling novella
“Teasing Trent,” her work has appeared on the New York Times and USA
Today bestseller lists more than a dozen times.
She’s now a full-time writer and spends 99.8% of her time in
her pajamas.
Nana Malone
USA Today bestselling author Nana Malone’s love of all
things romance and adventure started with a tattered romantic suspense novel
she “borrowed” from her cousin.
It was a sultry summer afternoon in Ghana, and Nana was a
precocious thirteen. She’s been in love with kick-butt heroines ever since.
With her overactive imagination constantly channeling her inner Buffy, it was
only a matter a time before she started creating her own characters.
While she waits for her chance at a job as a ninja assassin,
Nana works out her drama, passion and sass with fictional characters every bit
as brazen and kick-butt as she thinks she is.

 

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Marry Her Mafioso

 

 

Title: Marrying Her Mafioso
Series: The Vitucci Mafiosos #3
Author: Terri Anne Browning
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 29, 2018

 

Blurb

He had promises to keep.“Protect her.”

Those two words echoed through my head at least a hundred times a day.

I would keep the promises I made and protect Allegra from every possible danger
that could come her way.

Even if the biggest danger was her own father.

 

 

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Terri Anne Browning is multiple USA TODAY bestselling author. Being
dyslexic, she never thought a career in writing would be possible, yet she has
been on best selling lists multiple times since 2013. Reese: A Safe Haven
Novella was her first Indie published book. The Rocker Who Holds Me changed the
tables and kicked off The Rocker… series featuring the sinfully delicious
members of Demon’s Wings. The Rocker… Series is now complete with 12 books
and the occasional novella. Other books by Terri Anne include the Angel’s Halo
MC Series, as well as The Lucy & Harris Novella Series, The Vitucci
Mafiosos Series, and The Tainted Knights Rocker Series.
Terri Anne lives in Virginia with her husband, their three demons—err,
children–and a hyper Frenchie named Grunt.
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Crazy Hot Love

Title: Crazy Hot Love
A Dirty Dicks Standalone Novel
Author: K.L. Grayson
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 22, 2018
Blurb
Claire Daniels is good at a lot of things, but
dating isn’t one of them. Although she enjoys men of all different shapes,
colors, and sizes, she has one requirement: they must have a job on her
approved-occupation list. It has to be safe, so they can come home every night,
which means no cops, pilots, doctors, ranchers, and absolutely no
firefighters.

She’s kept to her rules thus far—as long as
you ignore the tiny crush she has on Trevor Allen, a crush that cannot move
toward anything physical because Trevor is a firefighter and a rancher.
Not to mention, he’s four years younger than she is and the brother of her two
best friends.

Still, it sure would be nice to have him put
out her fire.

Trevor Allen also has a few rules when it
comes to Claire Daniels: no staring, flirting, smokin’ hot fantasies, or
touching of any kind. He’s been lusting after Claire his whole life, but with a
steady stream of willing women and two demanding jobs to hold his attention,
he’s somehow managed to keep his hands off her.

Until they end up in a bathroom together—a
small bathroom with very little room to move, leaving him pressed against
Claire’s lush curves. What’s he supposed to do when she looks up at him with
those big, green doe eyes and licks her lips? The only thing he can do: kiss
the hell out of her, then convince her it can’t happen again.

Too bad he can’t convince himself.

Still, it sure would be nice to have him put
out her fire.

Trevor Allen also has a few rules when it
comes to Claire Daniels: no staring, flirting, smokin’ hot fantasies, or
touching of any kind. He’s been lusting after Claire his whole life, but with a
steady stream of willing women and two demanding jobs to hold his attention,
he’s somehow managed to keep his hands off her.

Until they end up in a bathroom together—a
small bathroom with very little room to move, leaving him pressed against
Claire’s lush curves. What’s he supposed to do when she looks up at him with
those big, green doe eyes and licks her lips? The only thing he can do: kiss
the hell out of her, then convince her it can’t happen again.

Too bad he can’t convince himself.

She’s kept to her rules thus far—as long as
you ignore the tiny crush she has on Trevor Allen, a crush that cannot move
toward anything physical because Trevor is a firefighter and a rancher.
Not to mention, he’s four years younger than she is and the brother of her two
best friends.

Still, it sure would be nice to have him put
out her fire.

Trevor Allen also has a few rules when it
comes to Claire Daniels: no staring, flirting, smokin’ hot fantasies, or
touching of any kind. He’s been lusting after Claire his whole life, but with a
steady stream of willing women and two demanding jobs to hold his attention,
he’s somehow managed to keep his hands off her.

Until they end up in a bathroom together—a
small bathroom with very little room to move, leaving him pressed against
Claire’s lush curves. What’s he supposed to do when she looks up at him with
those big, green doe eyes and licks her lips? The only thing he can do: kiss
the hell out of her, then convince her it can’t happen again.

Too bad he can’t convince himself.

Still, it sure would be nice to have him put
out her fire.

Trevor Allen also has a few rules when it
comes to Claire Daniels: no staring, flirting, smokin’ hot fantasies, or
touching of any kind. He’s been lusting after Claire his whole life, but with a
steady stream of willing women and two demanding jobs to hold his attention,
he’s somehow managed to keep his hands off her.

Until they end up in a bathroom together—a
small bathroom with very little room to move, leaving him pressed against
Claire’s lush curves. What’s he supposed to do when she looks up at him with
those big, green doe eyes and licks her lips? The only thing he can do: kiss
the hell out of her, then convince her it can’t happen again.

Too bad he can’t convince himself.

Trevor Allen also has a few rules when it
comes to Claire Daniels: no staring, flirting, smokin’ hot fantasies, or
touching of any kind. He’s been lusting after Claire his whole life, but with a
steady stream of willing women and two demanding jobs to hold his attention,
he’s somehow managed to keep his hands off her.

Until they end up in a bathroom together—a
small bathroom with very little room to move, leaving him pressed against
Claire’s lush curves. What’s he supposed to do when she looks up at him with
those big, green doe eyes and licks her lips? The only thing he can do: kiss
the hell out of her, then convince her it can’t happen again.

Too bad he can’t convince himself.

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K.L. Grayson resides in a small town outside of St. Louis,
MO. She is entertained daily by her
extraordinary husband, who will forever inspire every good quality she writes
in a man. Her entire life rests in the
palms of six dirty little hands, and when the day is over and those pint-sized
cherubs have been washed and tucked into bed, you can find her typing away
furiously on her computer. She has a
love for alpha-males, brownies, reading, tattoos, sunglasses, and happy
endings…and not particularly in that order.
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Celebrity * Sienna Snow

Title: Celebrity
Series: Politics of Love #1
Author: Sienna Snow
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 24, 2018
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I’m Samina Kumar.
Celebrity attorney, disinherited daughter of a technology billionaire, and
the former dirty secret of a federal judge with conservative ties.

I never wanted to be famous. I prefer life out of the spotlight.
Now, thanks to my new client, I am surrounded by the media, and my face is
on the cover of every magazine.

To top it off, the man who kept me hidden and shattered my heart is
determined to get me back, and nothing will stop him.

What does a girl do when she’s had enough of others dictating her life?
She takes back control.
I have a new plan for the future, one that will use my newfound fame to
lead me to Washington D.C. and the halls of Congress.
I am Samina Kumar.
Candidate for Senate and CELEBRITY.
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Author Sienna Snow is a writer, mom, and world traveler, who
plans to visit all seven continents within the next ten years.

Her romantic fiction aims to shatter the stereotypes
associated with weak female characters pervasive in romantic and erotic fiction
today. Inspired by her years working in corporate America as a management
consultant, Sienna has created a narrative around strong, successful women who
know what they want and exactly how to get it, in and out of the bedroom. In
fact, the heroines in her books are billionaires.
From diverse backgrounds, the heroines are smart,
well-educated women who choose to find love through atypical circumstances.
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Down Beat * Max Henry

 

Title: Down Beat
Series: Dark Tide #1
Author: Max Henry
Genre: Contemporary/Rocker Romance
Release Date: May 18, 2018
Blurb
Some call him a rock god.
Others a celebrity bad boy.
Me? I call him the arrogant bastard who stole my concert venue.
His apology? To take me and my violin on tour with the band.
It’s an offer I can’t refuse, even if it does come with strings attached.
Because Rey Thomas isn’t who he seems.
Life isn’t pretty behind the deviant frontman’s facade.
It’s raw, ugly, and at times downright painful.
But it’s real.
And far better than the lie he presents to the world.
The man behind the face of Dark Tide is beautiful in his chaos.
All I have to do is keep him alive long enough to see that too.
Nobody ever said loving a rock star would be easy.

 

 

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“You
started without us.” The dark-haired cocky bastard from before makes a show of
moving my road case so he can sit in the seat adjacent to mine.
The quiet
guy who offered to help me carry it heads for the counter, and is immediately assailed
by some desperate woman with a napkin.
“You’re
really something, huh?” I muse as I lift my coffee to take a sip.
“I like to
think so.” His gaze bores into mine despite the fact the horn bag with the
napkin is lining him up in her sights. “What kind of music do you play?”
“What do
you care?”
We enter
what appears to be a staring contest while he formulates his answer; piercing
eyes fix firmly on me as I hold my coffee to my chest. His black hair is spiked
haphazardly, yet a few loose tendrils across his face give him the mysterious
edge that I imagine his groupies love. The T-shirt he wears is torn,
fashionably so, and just enough that I can get a glimpse as the ink he hides
below.
I sip my
coffee with a smirk.
He leans
forward, the studded cuff on his left wrist making a soft clink as it hits the
timber surface.
“Ohmygod,”
the horn bag breathes in one rushed syllable as she arrives at my table. “I
can’t believe you’re in here.”
The cocky
asshole drags his gaze from me and smiles at her, laying on the charm. “Good
place to get a coffee, right?”
“The best,”
she gushes, oblivious to the intense standoff she interrupted.
I sit back
and sip my latte, sizing up the woman. She seems to be in her late twenties,
early thirties at most. What surprises me is that she’s dressed like a soccer
mom. Not exactly what I’d expect a fan of a man kitted out in denim, leather,
and enough chains to rival a prison warden to look like.
“Can you
sign this?”
“Kris leave
me any room?” He takes the napkin from her, brushing his fingers over hers.
The woman
damn near comes on the spot. Slick move,
asshole.
“I think
there’s a space up here.” And in one swift move, Soccer Mom transforms to
Desperate Housewife with the tilt of her hips. The blouse that mere seconds ago
demurely hid her assets now hangs like a slack sail in the Dead Sea, giving the
cocky asshole to my left the perfect view of her ample tits.
Shoot me if
I ever turn into one of those.
“Thanks.”
He takes the pen she offers and then scratches a quick message for her like he
probably has a million times before.
She leaves
with her smile a little wider, and her panties more than likely a darn sight
wetter.
“Excuse
me.” I pull my phone out, amused to find him frowning at me in my periphery.
“What are
you doing?” He leans closer to see my screen, wafting what has to be pure
pheromones under my nostrils. How the
fuck do they make men’s cologne so addictive?
“I’m
googling your name, since you won’t introduce yourself properly.”
He laughs,
the rich sound traveling throughout the shop as his bandmate, Kris, returns
with a table number.
“Shouldn’t
you have like a private coffee shop, or something?” I sass. “Don’t celebrities
like you get places shut down so they can drink in peace?” The result comes up
on my screen, along with an assortment of very hot performance shots. Damn, this man can rock studs.
“She’s
kidding right?” Kris mumbles to the cocky asshole.
“I don’t
think so.” He smiles at me, leaning back casually in his seat. “I can’t believe
you don’t know my name.” The jerk spreads his legs wide, a denim-clad knee
perilously close to my thigh.
“Do you
know every stranger you meet’s name?” I lift an eyebrow at him. “Rey?
“Babe, I’m
not a stranger.” Fucker still smiles. “I haven’t had to introduce myself for
the past four and half years.”
“Since we
first made Billboard,” Kris adds quietly.
I like him.
He’s not in-your-face like this jackass to my left. He’s quiet, humble even. He actually makes me want to hold a
conversation with him.
Rey, on the
other hand…. “You’re a little full of yourself, aren’t you?”
Kris smiles
behind his linked hands, elbows on the table.
“Would you prefer to be full of me?” Rey
wiggles a pierced eyebrow.
“You have
to be shitting me,” I mumble, looking away.
“You never
answered my question, Tabitha,” Rey
taunts. “Or can I call you Tabby, since you’re like a wild cat, all claws and
snarl?”
I almost
smile at his comment… almost.
“Tabitha.”
I look back at the guy, pissed at myself for recognizing that he is in fact
pretty damn good-looking. Bastard. “And
I play classical. A little bit of crossover.”
“Classical.”
Rey looks like he’s fit to burst. “People still listen to that?”
“They do.”
I give him a hard stare, and then shift focus to Kris. “In all honesty, I am
surprised you two don’t have security or some kind of protection if you’re that
shit hot.”
He lifts an
inked finger and points to a burly guy outside the shop. If I didn’t know
better, I’d think the man was Joe Public. He’s big, sure, but he’s dressed in
sweats and a T-shirt. No earpiece, no Secret Service-style shades. He just
looks… normal.
“I think
his name’s Pete,” Kris mumbles. “He turned up late. Hence why you got in.”
“You think his name is Pete?” I snort a
laugh.
“He’s not
our normal crew,” Rey fills in. “Hired while we’re in town.”
“Oh.”
Frustrated by how quickly the conversation has turned comfortable, I redirect
back to the issue at hand. “Can I ask why you’re at my table?”
“We need
coffee.” Rey shrugs.
“At my table, though?”
“Figured we
got off on the wrong foot.” He wrinkles his nose. It’s cute. No it’s not. Focus, Tab.
“Can’t
blame me for that.” I take a nonchalant sip of my coffee… and promptly choke on
a bubble of foam that gets stuck on the roof of my mouth near my throat. Slick.
“Can’t
blame us, either,” Rey retorts.
It’s okay, asshole. I don’t need a pat on the
back or anything. Just unable to breathe for a beat there, but you just take it
easy, okay?
“Rick
organized the whole thing,” he finishes, unfazed by the tears teetering on the
rims of my eyes.
“You okay?”
“Yeah,
Kris. I am now. Thanks.” I wipe the moisture away before I end up looking
bat-shit crazy with mascara down my face.
“Where you
from?”
“Pardon?” I
glare at Rey.
“Your
accent. You’re not American.”
I give the
muppet a slow clap.
His
nostrils flare when a few customers look across at our table. “Are you
Austral—”
I lift a
palm to stop him. “Don’t say it.”
“What?”
“Don’t you
dare assume I’m Australian. There’s more than one country down there, you
know.”
He stares
at me, blank. Fuck my life.
“Kris, help
him out here.” I down the last of my coffee.
“New
Zealand,” he murmurs to Rey.
“Oh.” His
face stays blank as a clean slate.
“You’ve
heard of it, right?” I ask.
“Of course
I have,” he scoffs.
“But you
didn’t know where it was.”

 

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Cover Reveal * Chevelle

 

 

Title: Chevelle

An Oath Keepers MC Standalone

Author: Sapphire Knight
Genre: Romantic Suspense

Cover Design: CT Cover Creations

Release Date: May 29, 2018

 

Blurb
Mercenary
She was just a job.
I needed to get in and uncover the Iron Fists’ next move.
They’d hit the Oath Keepers enough in the past, and being the newest member, it
was up to me to get close. Had I known I’d be getting close to Chevelle, maybe
I could’ve prepared myself. I went in seeking revenge and came out wanting to
protect one thing—her. 
Chevelle 
Running The Pit was my life. 
I needed nothing and no one except my cars and a
heart-thumping race. Gear head, Pit Master, alpha bitch, take your pick on what
you’d rather call me. However, make note of one thing: I take shit from no one.
Not even a broody, bossy, gorgeous biker aiming for my race spot and heart.
*Warning- this book is panty melting hottttttt!* 
Standalone 
HEA 
No Cheating 

 

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Playlist
Flower – Moby
Come Together – Gary Clark Jr
Zombie – The Cranberries
Dreams – The Cranberries
Thought Contagion – Muse
If You Want Love – NF
Hands Up – NF
Got You On My Mind- NF
Natural Blues – Moby
Wolves – Selena Gomez, Marshmello
Real – NF
Hash Pipe – Weezer
Till It’s Gone – Yelawolf
Suit and Jacket – Judah and the Lion
You’re Special – NF
Tattooed In Reverse – Marilyn Manson
I Don’t Like The Drugs – Marilyn Manson
Daylight – Yelawolf
Let’s Roll – Yelawolf Ft. Kid Rock
Hate Me – Blue October
Uprising – Muse
Psycho – Breaking Benjamin
Also by Sapphire Knight
Oath Keepers MC Series
Secrets
Exposed
Relinquish
Forsaken Control
Friction
Princess
Sweet Surrender – free short story
Love and Obey – free short story
Daydream
Baby
Chevelle
Russkaya Mafiya Series
Secrets
Corrupted
Corrupted Counterparts – free short story
Unwanted Sacrifices
Undercover Intentions
Dirty Down South Series
1st Time Love
3 Times the Heat
Complete Standalones
Gangster
Unexpected Forfeit
The Main Event – free short story
Oath Keepers MC Collection

 

Russian Roulette

 

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Cover Reveal * Sweet Disaster

 

 

Title: Sweet Disaster

Series: Stupid Awesome Love #1

Author: Ceri Grenelle
Genre: Contemporary Romance

Cover Design: Sofie Hartley, Hart & Bailey Design Co.

Release Date: June 7, 2018

 

Blurb
Sophie…has stupid awesome sex with a stranger.
 
New York City
summers are hot and sticky, which only makes what I’m feeling for the asshole
in my new building even messier. Usually, I quietly reserve my opinions for my
news articles, but when Tony argues with me, he tempts me to give in to my
crazy. I yell back. He smiles. Something in me melts.
 
It was only supposed
to be one time, but we can’t get enough.
 
With Tony I’m a new
person, brave and unashamed. But anything between us can only be a fling. He’s
offered a job in Rome. That’s good, right? With a long history of unreliable
relationships, messy emotions are a complication I don’t need.
Tony…has a sexy new neighbor.
 
I’ve worked my ass
off to climb the ladder at my company, even threw away my passion to prove I’m
worth something. When they offer me a high position, I should be focused on my
work. But no one’s ever spoken to me the way Sophie does. She pushes buttons I
don’t know I have. Forces me to confront a dream I gave up long ago.


In two months, we go
our separate ways. No hurt feelings. No misunderstandings. That’s the deal. She
doesn’t need to know I’ll be playing for keeps.

 

 

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Excerpt
Chapter One
Sophie moves into a new building. There are sexy assholes.
The first
time we argue, I feel alive. I’m sweating, my blood’s pumping, and my hair is
sticking to my face in the stinking New York City humidity. I don’t know what
life really is until some asshole starts screaming at me to move my van from his spot, because it feels so damn good
to yell right back at him.
“Get your
U-Haul out of my parking spot!”
This guy’s
hollering at me from across the street.
“Excuse
me?” I call back, convinced he isn’t speaking to me. No one ever yells at me.
I’m unassuming and introverted. I’m a wallpaper ninja, blending so well people
can’t even find me to yell at me.
But the guy
across the street sees me, clear as day.
“Are you
deaf?” he yells with slow and exaggerated articulation. “Get your damn moving
van out of my spot.”
I’m not the
type of person to engage in a verbal fight. I’m quiet-
even when someone pisses me off. I
roll with the chaotic nature of my beautifully harsh city: a strand of seaweed
in the ocean, riding the tides. But after surviving the day from hell, only to
be accosted by this bear of a man? I fight back, like I never have before.
 “Last time I checked there are no spots
assigned to people on this block, or anywhere else in Brooklyn.”
“It’s an
unwritten rule.”
I mimic his
earlier tone, hitting every consonant and unleashing my New York accent to
embellish the attitude. “If you couldn’t tell, I’m moving into the building and
there’s an actual written rule that
if I double-park the U-Haul, I’ll get a ticket.”
“That’s not
my problem, baby.” He steps into the street, waiting for a break in traffic to
cross. “Find a new spot.”
I nearly
drop the moving box in outrage before remembering it has wine glasses mom sent
from Napa. Breaking them would be a crime. I’ll need them before this shit day
is over, especially after getting a look at the man charging at me like a bull
chasing red.
As he
crosses the street I expect to see a guido with a beer gut, and while I imagine
he’s got a decent percentage of Italian heritage, there sure as hell ain’t no
beer gut.  Instead I’m greeted by a fit
and trim physique, tanned skin, and biceps I could drool over. The muscles in
his arms tense and roll with every word, every wild gesticulation. He levels
with me on the sidewalk and removes his sunglasses, revealing dark eyes flecked
with gold. He’s shockingly handsome—like runway model handsome— combined with
the grittiness of a rock star and the best parts of a native New Yorker. I’m
wearing the tank top I slept in last night, a ratty old sports bra, and shorts
I haven’t washed for two weeks.
This day is
the pits.
“Because of
your stupid van, I had to circle the surrounding blocks for twenty minutes to
find a spot for my pickup truck. A paid, limited-parking, spot.”
“How is
your poor car choice my fault? Who in their right mind has a pickup truck and
lives in Brooklyn? You’re just asking for endless nights searching for parking.
What do you do when it snows?”
The
challenge in his eyes is like a book I have to devour. One flexed bicep, an
arched eyebrow, and I’m hooked.
He shoots a
disparaging glance at my van before asking, “You’re moving into this building?”
He points at my new place.
I’ve
propped the outer foyer door open and there are boxes preloaded onto a dolly at
the top of the stoop.
“No.” I lay
the sarcasm on thick. “I’ve come here to unload this van with the sole purpose
of pissing you off. I thought, ‘who in all of New York can I make the most
miserable today?’ ” I raise one arm in a fist pump. “I won!”
His eyes
widen like he can’t believe I’m not backing down, and I might be hallucinating
from the heat, but I swear I catch a smile before he starts laying into me
again, our voices getting louder and louder.
“I don’t
care what you’re doing; I need this spot for my truck, and you need to move.”
“I will
move my truck when I’m good and ready.”
“You’ll
move now.”
“No.”
“No? That’s
it?”
“That’s
it?” I repeat, dumbfounded. As if the world revolves around this asshole’s
giant ego. “I’ll tell you what’s it. It’s
ninety-eight degrees outside. I had to take a day off work to move because the
management company of this stupid new building insists I move one week after
signing the lease, much to the dismay of my boss, who was kinda pissed I didn’t
come in today.”
He opens
his mouth to speak and I cover it with my hand, unwilling to break my stride. I
haven’t unloaded like this in years.
“And then
the rental company loses my reservation for the van, and proceeds to send me to
two consecutive branches ’till I found one that has the size I reserved. Two branches.
His eyes
narrow as he crosses his arms, but he doesn’t stop me. I’m on a damn roll,
releasing pressure built by an awful day, and years of containing my opinion to
the written word. I keep my hand on his lips, not because it feels nice or
anything, but because I need to get this off my chest and he’s the unlucky
bastard who’s gonna hear it. Not even an introvert of my level can keep it cool
after the shit storm of my day.<o:p