Archive for the ‘Contemporary Romance’ Category

Title: Muddy Waters
Author: DV Fischer
Genre: Curvy Girl Dark Romance
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Publisher: Divinus Kingdom Publishing, LLC
Publication Date: March 24th, 2023
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Forgive me Father, for she is my sin.


Willow Ashley pays her bills through sin. She’s made her peace with that. Her best friend, on the other hand, cannot. She relentlessly begs Willow to go to church to confess all of her wrong-doings. When Willow finally gives in, she stumbles across the new pastor, Rowan Elsher. He’s the kind of gorgeous she wants to thank the heavens for, and makes her think all sorts of filthy things that would make even God blush.


Rowan Elsher came to New Orleans hoping to make a real difference in helping those in his congregation. When a woman approaches him about her best friend needing guidance, yet refusing to tell him why, he becomes curious. Then he sees Willow, with her ample curves and seductive pout. In a glance, his infatuation with her begins.


He was told to stay away from dating within the congregation. He shouldn’t want her. He can’t want her. But he just can’t help himself but to break all the rules he vowed to keep.



USA Today Best Seller, DV Fischer, delivers a sizzling dark romance sure to leave readers gasping for more.

USA Today bestselling and two-time Iowa award-winning author DV Fischer is a mother of two very busy boys, a wife to a wonderful husband, and an owner of two sock-loving German Shorthair Pointers. They also have two cats named Geralt and Jaskier.


Together, they live in Sheldon, Iowa.


When DV Fischer isn’t chasing after her children, she spends her time typing like a mad woman while consuming vast amounts of caffeine. Sometimes, if her husband can manage to remind her of the real world outside her office window, they hike!



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“Do you know Willow Ashley?” the older lady with curled white hair says next to me as the last of the congregation reaches the communion rail and kneels before the cross. She must have caught me staring.


I didn’t catch the old lady’s name. Or maybe I did and I already forgot it. It doesn’t matter. I’ll find out later.


“Willow? No, never met her,” I answer in the same whisper as hers. The name rolls off my tongue and sends goosebumps over my skin. I like it. It’s fitting.



She grins at me and leans closer to continue our conversation in private. “The Ashley family are good people. They do so much for the church and for our Lord. But I hear their daughter is a troublemaker. I heard she lives out in the Bayou and does some unholy things out there.”

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The Panty Thief

By Naomi Springthorp

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Genre: Romantic Comedy


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From USA Today Bestselling Author Naomi Springthorp comes a romantic comedy with heat, a cat, and a hottie named Truck.


I’ve always had my best friend. She’s the sister I chose and with me for life. She’s also the only roommate I’ve ever had. Everything was perfect—until she popped out a baby. I have to move out. I can’t sleep in my own bed and I’m waking up everyone in the house when I get home from the club. Nobody wants to hear a crying baby at 3am. Especially when I just left my conquest for the night begging for more. Crashing at my ex’s while I apartment hunt is only a temporary solution. Now, my bestie is forcing me to have a house warming party—and if I know her at all, she has an ulterior motive.


There’s a new hot chick in my building. She’s put together and her attitude is off the charts. I didn’t expect her to be a cat lady. I’m not into her. Women are trouble. Her scent lingers in the hallway and drives me crazy. Hitting it in my own building? Not going to happen. It’s hard enough to hide being the owner from the tenants. That’s extra drama I don’t want or need.


The warm sunbeam every afternoon. My favorite treats. They fed me well at the rescue house and the other cats learned I was in charge early on. The woman with the screaming infant who picked me up was not ideal. However, my new maid and I will get along just fine. She just doesn’t know it yet.


About Naomi Springthorp

USA Today Bestselling Author Naomi Springthorp is a born and raised Southern California girl. She’s a baseball freak who supports her team all season long and blatantly admires the athletes in those pants. Music has always been part of her life and she believes everything has a soundtrack. She loves her two feline fur babies, though they’re not quite sure what to do with her.

She writes Baseball Romance, Romantic Comedies, 90s Throwback, and Contemporary Romance–all with heat and sometimes a little sweet.


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Series Title: Doctors of Eastport General Season 2

Genre: Contemporary Romance (multi)
Week #3 Release Dates: March 20-24, 2023
Cover Design: Thunderstruck Cover Design
Are you ready to return to the halls of Eastport General?
The second season of Doctors of Eastport General Series will give you a taste of 13 new books in a shared world experience. All books are standalone but may include cross-over in characters or scenes.
About the Series:
Come on in and meet the new ER Physicians, Surgeons, Specialists, Residents, and patients that occupy the rooms and halls of the largest hospital on the coast of Rhode Island. You may even run into some of your favorite doctors from Season 1. We hope you are ready to fall in love with all the new sexy stories that take place inside the walls of Eastport General Hospital.
Alonzo Love is a brilliant physician. Many didn’t understand why his specialty was OB/GYN. But Alonzo understood very well. His mother battled many things and Alonzo decided that the best way he could help is to research and treat women ensuring they had every possible answer available.
When Prince of Mercy faces a shut-down, Alonzo is given the opportunity to transition into a position in Rhode Island.
India Nelson has worked hard starting her spa. She worked day and night to build her reputation around Eastport General.
Will these two ever find happiness outside of work? Or will love continue to evade them?
He’s plunging into an arranged marriage to keep the family peace. She fantasizes about objecting during the ceremony and claiming him as her own. Will he realize he’s making the biggest mistake of his life before saying I Do?
Dr. Jamieson Beckford follows rules. Even the one that demands he marry an influential socialite. But a tragic loss during surgery forces him to question what, and who, truly makes him happy.
Sophie Davis adores babies and her NICU nursing position. When she transfers to a small Rhode Island town, cupid’s arrow strikes hard. Unfortunately, her passionate boss is taken, and won’t pursue the explosive chemistry between them.
In twenty-four hours he’ll be married. Will Jamieson surrender to his father’s decree and leave behind the only woman who completes his soul? Or will destiny intervene before the pastor pronounces man and wife to the wrong couple?
Doctor Danger is a scorching read in the Doctors of Eastport General series. If you like heart wrenching drama and searing encounters, you’ll love Pandora Snow’s blistering story.
The perfect little sub has been submitting to me for the last few weeks. Her curvy body and eyes pull me in every time I see them through her mask. When I’m not with her, I dream of the things we’ve done, the things I want to do to her the next time we’re together.
She calls herself Syn. I don’t know her real name. We never discuss our lives outside the club. I’ve asked her to coffee, dinner, or just a number to call, but she declines each request. I want to know where she goes when she leaves me. Does she go home to a partner or to a full house and a lonely bed like I do?
Being a single father of three active boys and a full-time paramedic keeps me busy. I only have one night a week free for the Satin Room to spend time with my perfect distraction, Syn.
Then one day we bump into each other in the real world, and I realize she’s been under my nose for weeks. I just needed to open my eyes. Now I’m ready to go for it. But is she ready for me?
The doctor has been paged to the ER where the paramedics have brought you in. Get ready to check out the halls and staff of Eastport General. Award-winning author E.M. Shue is back with another sexy doctor and hot paramedic in season two of Doctors of Eastport General.
Title: P.S. You’re The Worst
Author: Jane Anthony
Genre: Enemies to Lovers
Release Date: May 11, 2023
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Photo: Michelle Lancaster
Model: Ben
USA Today Bestselling Author, Jane Anthony, delivers a provocative tale of lust, love, and all-out war. Opposites attract when Dylan Masters — a golden boy from a wealthy political family — meets Darla Burke—smart-mouthed former bully with a big attitude—on their angst-fueled road from hate to love.
Rich. Spoiled. Cocky. Playboy
Dylan Masters is the worst. Our only date ended with me doing the walk of shame with his taste still lingering on my tongue. I never expected to see him again . . . nor did I want to.
But when he walks into my restaurant the next morning, I have no choice but to serve him lunch with a smile. Turns out, Dylan isn’t just a date gone wrong—he’s the governor’s son. And I’m nothing more than poor trailer trash, only good for one thing in his eyes.
He acts as if I’m beneath him, but sometimes I wonder if his callous behavior is more than class warfare. There is something else brewing behind his obvious disdain for “the help.” He hates me in public, but when we’re alone, the mask falls away. We’re caught up in a dangerous game, one I fear we both may lose in the end.
In a world where cash is king, Dylan Masters finally found the one thing he wants that money can’t buy: me.

Jane Anthony is a USA Today best-selling author of contemporary/new adult romance & women’s fiction. A reader proclaimed “queen of angst”, she approaches tough subjects with a gritty voice that tugs on your heart and leaves you breathless.



Men of the World Book 9


Genre: MM Romance

Cover Designer: Dana @Designs by Dana

Release Date: July 18

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Twelve countries. Twelve men. Twelve million dollars!


When Deacon Brady signed up for this whole bachelor gig, he knew he’d be sailing around the world, but he had no idea just how close the sharks would be circling.


Just when he’s in the homestretch of his journey on the hit reality show, Deacon meets bachelor number nine, Jośe. And things are not at all what they seem with the sexy Brazilian. From Copacabana beaches to Carnival feathers, things are hotter south of the equator.


In serious hot water, Deacon finds himself in way too deep, when Jośe’s secret is exposed. He has twelve million reasons to get out of trouble.


With time and luck not on his side, Deacon desperately looks for a way out. Hoping to avoid the media and negative publicity, Dante takes matters into his own hands.


But at what cost?


Can Deacon and Dante find a way out of trouble, or is this where it all ends for the dynamic duo?


Rio De Janeiro — Brazil.




About J.O Mantel

J.O Mantel was born and raised in Melbourne, Australia. As a child, J.O loved reading and his favourite authors included, Roald Dahl, Robin Klein, and Morris Gleitzman. Always an avid reader as a child, J.O had a vivid imagination, like most children. It wasn’t until 2016, that he realised his love for creative writing, and released his first novel, First Crush in the Dark Falkon Series that same year. In January 2020, he began his first MM book, The Australian, part of the Men Of The World Series. When J.O isn’t hidden behind his laptop or iPad, he works in a busy retail environment of Customer Service and management. J.O lives a quiet life on a rural property in Melbourne’s Northern Suburbs.









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Book 1 Second Chance Series

By Rebecca Barber


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After losing the love of his life, Hayden Lawrence became a self-proclaimed bachelor, married to his job as one of Chicago’s finest.


Unable to move on, his focus turns to righting the wrongs no matter the costs. The last thing he’s looking for is love, but when fate steps in, everything changes.


He’s convinced Skye holds the key to unlocking the mystery haunting him, but more importantly, could she save Hayden from himself?


Second Chance Forever is complete standalone from best-selling author Rebecca Barber.


If you like angsty rollercoasters, heartbreakingly beautiful moments and tales of redemption then you’ll love Rebecca Barber’s enchanting Second Chance Series..

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Rebecca is a clumsy, introverted, bubble bath loving, chocoholic who’d rather read a book than go shopping. And don’t even mention shoe shopping!

Rebecca is a lucky girl – one of four kids to schoolteacher parents. Wife to a football obsessed husband. Aunt to the most crazy/adorable little girls. And sister to two very determined sisters and one easy going brother.

Rebecca lives in Canberra Australia and spends way too many hours a day working the day job.

She is a book whore who can easily (and happily) read a book from start to finish in one sitting and spends her spare time writing.

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Title: Tempt
Series: Brooklet Dreams Series
Author: CA Harms
Genre: Childhood Crush, Second Chance Romance (standalone)
Release Date: March 14, 2023
Cover Design: Melissa Gill Designs

A sullen girl with an untold story…
Eyes so blue I swear it’s like looking at the turquoise waters of the Greek Isles.
Those are the first memories I have of Kyra.
For years I stood on the sidelines, watching and waiting for my perfect chance.
Wanting her so badly, consumes my every thought.
There are so many things I thought I knew. But the truth is… I don’t know the real Kyra.
But what I do know is that I will stop at nothing to know her. I am mesmerized by her beauty, captured by her smile, and warmed by the love she has for her Gran.
Her laughter is addictive and her touch, soothes every single doubt I’ve ever had. Kyra is the one I want, the one I’ve always wanted.
She tempted me with just one glimpse of her mesmerizing eyes and now, I crave more.
I have every intention of showing her how amazing we can be together.
Because she became mine a long time ago, I felt it the first time I saw her captivating eyes.
It’s time I go after the one I’ve wanted. The one that I’ve dreamed of…
The one temptation I’ve never been able to shake.
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C.A. Harms is an avid romance and mystery reader. She’s always had a love for books, getting lost in writing and storytelling even as a young girl. She enjoys happy endings and HEA love stories.
She lives in Illinois and enjoys spending time with her husband and two children. She holds an addiction for Starbucks White Chocolate Mocha’s and KitKat when she should really be focusing on water and maybe a fruit or two to make herself feel less guilty, but that feeling quickly passes…thankfully.
She is easy going, fun, and although she may seem like one of the quiet ones at first, you just wait until she gets to know you better…that quietness changes, fast.

Title: Broken Armor

Series: Broken Hearts of Harbor’s Head
Author: Brooke Burton
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: March 20, 2023
Cover Design: EmCat Designs

When Grayson Mitchell is assigned to watch over Gina until she testifies against the man who killed her father, he figures it’ll be an easy job. What he didn’t expect were the challenges he’d face guarding this hot, quick-tempered hellcat who sets his blood on fire. But as they spend more time together, they form an unbreakable friendship which has her leaning on him in ways he’s never experienced before. When the threat passes and they give in to their attraction, they indulge in one incredible night of passion. But the following morning, Gina throws up walls that nearly destroy their friendship, as well as any potential to be together.
Thanks to losing everyone she’s ever loved, Gina was forged in the fires of Hell to become who she is today. But she’d turn back time in a heartbeat to spare herself the trauma of losing the people she loved. On the outside, she appeared a confident woman in charge of her own destiny. The truth was each day was a step forward into a bleak life of complete isolation. One of her own choosing.
When her father’s murderer escapes from prison, duty throws them back together again. It doesn’t take long before the sparks between them burn hotter than fireworks. Can Grayson protect Gina from the threat at hand, as well as his desire for her? Even more, can Gina let go of the past and let Grayson in, knowing that her love may well be his death sentence?
This is a standalone, 3-chili pepper spice read (on a scale of 1-5) with mild swearing and a guaranteed HEA!

Looking up Gina saw Iain Henderson, their lifelong neighbor, make his way across the backyard and over to the wooden fence that divided their properties. She’d babysat his daughters from time to time when she was in high school. After she moved away, they stayed in touch on occasion. A couple of times, when she’d come back to the area, he’d asked her to babysit. She always agreed, happy to be out of her mother’s house, if only for a night. Iain had been a single dad for the entire time she’d known him, and sometimes when he was lonely, it coincided with her lonely periods as well. They’d hooked up a couple of times over the years. He’d actually been the first man she’d been with after—


“Hey, Iain.” She waved, but it already felt forced as more unwelcome memories threatened to flood her brain. He’d put his seductive face on as he cockily walked over and casually draped his forearm across the fence. While Iain was great to look at and kept himself up for his age, he was no lion trying to woo a mate. He was more of a raccoon looking for food because it was a life’s necessity, having a peek inside the nearest trash barrel because it was available.

“Hey you,” he responded back. “Visiting your folks?”

“Unfortunately.” The word slid out of her mouth way too easily.

Iain laughed, not unfamiliar with the tensions in her family. “Listen, if you feel like getting away, I’m right next door. You’re always welcome to come over and visit.”

Yeah, she already knew what he meant by visiting.

“Sorry, I can’t.” She wasn’t sure what was more appealing at the moment. Meaningless sex with a friend or trite conversation with her family.

Really, it was a toss-up.

Gina heard the patio door open and turned to see Grayson approaching. Only Grayson didn’t look at ease. The last time she saw him like this was when he’d interrupted Owen asking her out. His eyes were fixed on Iain, and he looked like…well, a lion stalking his prey. Turning back to Iain, Gina almost burst out laughing at the wide-eyed look on his face as he took a step back from the fence.

“Hey, babe,” Grayson said in a dark, husky voice as he slid his hands over her hips from behind. She wore a cami-style tank top, the thin material allowing her to feel every last sensation of him behind her. Dropping a mind-boggling kiss on her bare shoulder, Gina felt her eyes go wide, and her knees practically knock together. “Who’s your friend?”

Gina took a moment to swallow and try to remember who this guy across the fence was. “T-that’s Iain. An old friend.”

Gina felt Grayson’s head nod next to her own in acknowledgment as he pulled her tighter to his chest and wrapped his arms around her like he was claiming her for his own.

“Hey,” Iain acknowledged. “Look, Gina, I’ve gotta run. I’ll catch up with you later.”

She didn’t have a chance to respond before Iain was retreating back into the safety of his house.

Leaving her out on the patio, alone, enveloped in Grayson.

“What are you doing?” she whispered tersely, all while trying to discreetly swallow the lump in her throat. “Could you be more obvious?”

She felt his deep chuckle vibrate through his chest to her back. “Had to be. Otherwise, that guy’d be over here right now humping your leg.”

“Maybe I wanted him over here humping my leg. Did you ever think of that?” She spun around to face him, realizing the error of her ways as her breasts brushed against his chest.

And by the way his eyes darkened, she guessed he’d realized it too.

Grayson had the audacity to smile at her, settling his hands against her lower back. “Well, if a quick and unsatisfying roll in the hay is what you’re after…” He paused, smirking. “Never mind, I’ll never be able to help you with that.”

Gina’s eyes grew at his boldness, as well as his… promise? Images flashed through Gina’s mind of every dish on that patio table crashing to the cement beneath it, her on top of it with Grayson on top of her, ravishing her. Her mouth suddenly dry, she licked her lips and tried to get them to form words again. “What makes you think I’d want that?”

Grayson pulled her in so close his lips were practically feathering against the outside of her ear. “If you didn’t want it, I’d respect that. But if our situation was different, I have no doubt everything about us would be explosive.” His words puffed warmly against her ear, causing her to shiver and hold on tighter to the biceps she hadn’t realized she was clutching.

“Grayson, what do you like better, mashed potatoes or corn? Oh!” Gina’s mother said, realizing she’d walked in on a tender moment.

Course it didn’t stop her.

“I have both. You know what? Maybe I’ll just make both.”

Copyright © 2023, Brooke Burton. All rights reserved
Brooke writes 3/5 medium spice, mildly sweary, contemporary romance. A tortured artist who began writing plays in the 3rd grade, she lost her muse as a teen and struggled for years to write again. Finally, after being inspired by some old friends during the pandemic, her writing came to fruition again in what became her first published novel.
Inspired by strong women who have very little tolerance for bull, she enjoys exploring equality in relationships with broken characters who clearly have made past mistakes. Don’t we all?

Title: Beautiful Broken Vows
Series: Nakiki Island
Author: SJ Cavaletti
Genre: Contemporary
Tropes: Small Town Romance; Enemies to Lovers; Marriage of Convenience
Release Date: March 16, 2023
Most starving artists would drop to their knees for Rafael. Not me.
But I still agree to marry him.
In my small town, there’s no one more arrogant than billionaire heir Rafael Palmquist, who thinks he owns everyone and everything on the island. I thought I saw the last of him when we crossed paths over The Incident in college, but fate had other plans.
Or Raf does.
After a run-in on his fake date with my sister, Raf asks to meet. Turns out, he needs a wife to inherit his family’s art kingdom. I’m an artist who’s never made it and he promises to make my dreams come true and money for my family, in exchange for a little I do.
Raf might have my name signed on the dotted line, and his ring on my finger, but that doesn’t change the fact that I’m the only woman on the island who can resist his appeal. Pretending to be his wife blurs the lines between us, but I’m determined to be the one thing on this island that Rafael Palmquist can’t buy.
Too bad he has other ideas…
A sinfully steamy, small-town romance where a totally in-control billionaire finally meets his match. The one woman who unbuttons him, is the one who can’t stand him… and happens to be his wife.

But every time she rocked herself to gape out the left or right window, a burst of color erupted from between her shifting thighs, the color of bright lava, and it made my groin just as hot. I imagined myself sliding up the privacy screen, yanking aside her panties, and burying myself balls-deep in her hot, wet pussy. But then I’d think again about how much the doorman had wanted to do that, too, and I seethed.

I’d thought it would be easy to keep my hands off Emi. But since we’d cleared the air, since she’d made friends with my father, since she’d turned me on with her jealousy in the office… it was all changing. 

I reminded myself what was at stake. If things didn’t work out with each other, I might put Palms back up for Astrid. And it would devastate my dad. 

What was at stake was far more than getting laid. More than falling in love. Because seeing my dad suffer over the loss of my mom, I knew love never ended well. I couldn’t let sex and my raging libido or some feelings fuck this up. I grabbed my wool coat and laid it over her legs. 

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“That dress. I told you to wear tights with it.”

“I didn’t have time to get any. In case you haven’t noticed, I’ve been painting like all day and night.”

I had noticed. And her unexpected grit and devotion was just another thing that added to the attraction… fuck.

She flicked the coat off her legs and considered me playfully. A cheeky little smile challenged me. She had no idea what kind of push-pull repressed torture was raging inside me. 

She bobbled her head, joking. “No man will tell me how to dress. It’s up to you to not look or touch. It’s not up to me to censor myself.”

I loved how she was her own woman. But I really needed her to cover those legs. Like now. My pants grew tighter with every move she made. And now, her sweet rebellion was making me even harder because it was so damn attractive. 

I raised an eyebrow. “Well, darling feminist wife of mine, I have news for you. You only get the money and the fame if you get good reviews playing this starring role.” I picked up the coat from aside her and tossed it back on her lap. “Put on your costume.” And then the image of that fucking footman returned and, as if some green-eyed goblin used me as a puppet, I said, “My eyes only, Emi.”

I hadn’t meant to sound so possessive. But she really needed to play by the rules before one of us broke them.

She paused for a beat, and her face searched mine. Was I serious? She didn’t fucking care if I was. This was Emi we were dealing with, after all.

She brushed the coat aside again and stared me in the eyes defiantly. 

She tugged the middle part of her dress fabric down an inch further between her legs, rolled her lips together, then let them pop. 

“I have a question…” she narrowed her eyes, saucy and brazen. “… my dear husband. Am I covering up for all these so-called people looking at me? Or am I covering up for you?”

I should have known she’d be the first to dare. The first to cross the line. The first to play with fire.

I gave in to temptation, “Which would you rather?” 

She pursed her lips. “Well… I asked you first.”

I was better at silence than she was. I’d starve her out. It only took a few seconds…

“Both,” she said. “You want me to cover up for both. You don’t want to see it. You don’t want them to see it.”

She stated as though this was facts, but clearly, she still questioned. It would have been better if I’d left her in that state of wonder. Let her think I didn’t like what I saw. That I wasn’t turned on. But I remembered I’d left her feeling insecure once. And I sure as hell wouldn’t do it twice. Not after the way she’d carried my stupid comment from years ago. Not after the way I’d seen just how messed up CJ was. 

“Em, trust me… I want to see it.” I gazed at her sincerely. “But it’s better for us both if I don’t.”

She considered me, satisfaction glowing her cheeks. And then her expression shifted, flirty, but a hell of a lot more sultry than before. Shit. Paris was in the air, and we were both getting high on it.

The result would soon show in my pants. I thought she’d drop it there. It all would have been so much easier if she had.

“Don’t you think being out as husband and wife will be easier this weekend if you let yourself like me just a little bit more than you do?” 

“I like you plenty. More now than I used to.”

“I like you more now, too…”

My heart stuttered, but I said what had to be said. “But this is a professional arrangement.” 

“And if it wasn’t?” 

God, I loved those flirty brown bedroom eyes… they were totally, utterly irresistible.

I shuffled forward and placed my knee between her thighs, moving my leg side to side until she let her thighs fall open, revealing those brightly colored panties. “If it wasn’t, Wife, I’d have a sliver of satin between my teeth right now.”

SJ Cavaletti is a spicy, small town romance author. She lives on a farm in England with her husband, three kids, ponies, cat, dogs, chickens and likely many more animals by the time you read this.
When she’s not writing, she can be found hiking and swimming in the sea. Like every respectable woman she also loves drinking champagne and eating half of every chocolate in a truffles box.
Her spirit animal is a butterfly.

Title: The Rebel Heir
Series: Winter Harbor Heroes, Book 3
Authors: Whitley Cox & Ember Leigh
Genre: enemies to lovers, small town, mystery, sibling rivalry, will/inheritance clause, feuding brothers, family secrets, broken hero
Release: March 18, 2023

The only way to save our small town is by working with the enemy … but hearts might get broken in the process.
I don’t do emotional attachments.
Those who love me get hurt.
I keep people at arm’s length and never let women in my bed long enough for the sheets to get warm.
But when the granddaughter of my family’s mortal enemy comes to me for help, something in me shifts.
Lily Summers is a sassy, snarky, filter-free blonde with a brain—and mouth—that never quits.
Besides the sexual tension between us that keeps me awake at night, we only have one thing in common: neither of us wants the big city developer coming into Winter Harbor and destroying the integrity of the town with high rises and casinos.
We’re an unlikely team, but Lily has passion and Winter Harbor likes her, so I bite my tongue at her non-stop chatter and do what’s right for the town.
I never planned on falling for someone—let alone the enemy—but when we give into our attraction, I’m suddenly doing things I never thought I would … and it’s all for her.
Together, it seems like we can take on the world—or at the very least, Dunlop Holdings. But when a shocking development rocks Winter Harbor, its accompanied by an unsavory truth about Lily.
Now the question is: who is going to get hurt the worst?
Whether it’s me, Lily, or Winter Harbor itself, only one can survive the fallout.
*** This is the third book of the Winter Harbor series which features a quirky small town, secrets galore, and three estranged brothers who find the key to healing comes from the women who steal their hearts.

Rain met my back, cool against the warm, humid tang of the air. I made quick work of inspecting each tire, but I found the problem before I’d finished making the rounds. The rear passenger tire was deflating. I swore under my breath and kicked at the flat tire.

Lily’s door opened, and she hopped out, glaring at me like I’d called her the worst type of flower name. Then her gaze dropped to the tire.

“So this is my fault, huh?” She propped her hands on her hips, staring at me expectantly.

“Get inside,” I told her, wiping rain from my forehead. “I’ll handle this.”

“Well, if it’s my fault, I should help, right?”

I sighed, heading for the bed of the truck. I knew there had to be a spare tire somewhere. Carson wouldn’t have a truck without a spare, right?

“I’m talking to you,” Lily said, following close behind.

“Yeah, I hear you.”

“Well, if I apparently can cause tires to deflate simply from my mere existence, then surely I can help fix them by standing near you?”

I heaved a sigh as I lowered the tailgate. I’d had the forethought to cover Lily’s things with a tarp before we left, but I hadn’t exactly canvassed the truck to see where a spare tire might be lurking. I pushed some things around, looking for a secret wheel well. “Well, I think we can safely say that you standing next to me isn’t helping. So thanks, but no thanks.”

She let out a frustrated noise, glancing up to the heavens. “Colton Winters, you are such a jerk. Do you know that?”

I did know that. But it was part of my strategy. I needed her to hate me, because if she didn’t, then I’d most certainly begin pursuing her.

And I couldn’t have that. Not when so much of my life was built around transience. Around have a good fucking time. Around one-and-done.

Lily was annoying. Not only that, she was smart, interesting, and getting more beautiful to me by the day. She was dangerous, at least to life as I’d known it thus far. I’d had enough disruptions in the past year, between discovering my dad died and then reconnecting with my brothers in Winter Harbor. Not to mention leaving my former life behind, which I’d quite enjoyed as an international vagabond.

I didn’t need to add someone like Lily to my long list of unexpected—and mostly unwelcome—life changes.

I must have remained silent for too long because she continued. “Whatever. You know what? It doesn’t matter. I thought you were maybe a regular guy underneath all the barbs and the shitty aloofness, but I was wrong.”

“It’s ’cause you love regular guys so much, huh?” My words tumbled out before I could even decide otherwise. I knew I shouldn’t go there, but it was too late. The dam had broken.


“Regular guys. Like Dennis. With the polos and the khakis.” I smirked as I glanced at her, palming the tailgate. We were both mostly soaked with rain by now, but I didn’t mind. It was humid, and I loved the way the rain made her shirt stick to her chest. I’d been staring at that bare shoulder all day, wondering what it tasted like, and now that it was wet and shiny, all I wanted to do was lick it. “And probably the completely lackluster performance in bed, too.”

She huffed, crossing her arms. “No, that’s— No. I don’t look for that. I just—”

“What is it, Lilium?” I squatted to peer beneath the truck and spotted the bulging spare wheel well. I made quick work of opening it. Mud smeared my forearms as I tugged the tire out and hauled it to the passenger side. I snatched the tools next, wiping my rain-soaked face with the collar of my T-shirt. I took Lily silence as my permission to continue needling her.

“You want me to be a regular guy, don’t you?” I kneeled in front of the tire, glancing up at her before I got to work jacking up the truck. “Too bad for you, I’m not.” Her rain-soaked shirt was plastered to the contours of her body. I jerked my gaze away. After our surprisingly hot kisses, followed by our first genuine connection, I was ten seconds from losing every ounce of cool around her. Seeing her more of her body did not help matters. “Just let the fucking jerk fix the tire and get inside the truck, okay?”

“No.” She crossed her arms again. I had to admit, her defiance was hot. But she didn’t know that she was playing with fire.

“Lily,” I said, more forcefully this time, as I finished jacking up the truck with a frustrated burst of air. “I need you out of my sight, okay? Let me fucking fix this tire.”

“Why can’t I be here? I should supervise. Make sure you’re not being a regular guy about it.”

I ground my teeth, weighing my options. I did want her out of my sight. But more than that, I wanted to see how far I could push the envelope. I knew there could be no way she’d be into me—I’d made sure of it over the past months of knowing her. But what was the harm of finding out for sure?

“If I have to stare at your perfect tits heaving out of your top for even one more second, I’m gonna explode. And I mean that in exactly the way you think I do. So just get. In. The. Fucking. Truck.”

Realization washed across her face. Her cheeks went pink again, and I was hard as a rock watching her. Fuck. I focused on ignoring Lily as I started loosening the first lug nut.

After what I’d said, I didn’t know what I expected from her. But I certainly didn’t expect her to step over my arms—as I finally removed the lug nut—and tower over me with a satisfied smile on her face.


“If I have to watch you working on this truck with your muscles flexing in this rain for even one more second, then I’m going to explode. So what are we going to do about it?”

I gaped up at her, caught between awestruck and horny. I knew what we were going to do about it. Or at least what I’d love to do about it.

“Well, I’m pretty sure I suggested the solution,” I snapped, dropping the wrench as I inspected her bare calves from this close. Goose pimples covered her skin, flaring where my breath hit her legs. “Which was to separate us entirely. But it looks like you don’t want a regular guy after all.”

She shook her head, staring down at me with raw passion and vulnerability slashed across her face. I caught her drift. I was good at catching the drift when it came to situations like these. I touched the outsides of her ankles, dragging my fingertips slowly up the sides of her legs.

“What happens on the road from Portland,” she said, her voice growing shakier the higher my hands ran. “Stays on the road from Portland.”


A Canadian West Coast baby born and raised, Whitley is married to her high school sweetheart, and together they have two beautiful daughters and a fluffy dog. She spends her days making food that gets thrown on the floor, vacuuming Cheerios out from under the couch and making sure that the dog food doesn’t end up in the air conditioner. But when nap time comes, and it’s not quite wine o’clock, Whitley sits down, avoids the pile of laundry on the couch, and writes.
A lover of all things decadent; wine, cheese, chocolate and spicy erotic romance, Whitley brings the humorous side of sex, the ridiculous side of relationships and the suspense of everyday life into her stories. With single dads, firefighters, Navy SEALs, mommy wars, body issues, threesomes, bondage and role-playing, Whitley’s books have all the funny and fabulously filthy words you could hope for.
Ember Leigh has been writing erotic romance novels since she was far too young. A native of northern Ohio, she currently resides near Lake Erie with her Argentinean husband, where they run an Argentinian-American food truck and wrangle two wild boys.