Posted in Contemporary, Romance, Romantic Suspense, Young Adult

Outcast

Title: Outcast
Author: Denise Jaden
Genre: YA Contemporary (with romantic suspense elements)
Publication Date: April 20th, 2018
Blurb:

She’s not crazy.

Kass Bateman may be a lot of things, but she swears she’s not crazy—even when she wakes up strapped to a wheelchair in a psychiatric hospital and can’t remember how she got there.
When Kass’s family members go missing one by one, she enlists the smartest guy she knows to help find them. Unfortunately for her, underneath his brains and indifference are some dark secrets and a whole lot of distracting sexy.
Can Kass keep her head together long enough to rescue her family members from their captors—the truly dangerous and crazy ones?
Gritty, steamy, and rife with secrecy, Outcast is the first book in a new upper YA/NA crossover series for fans of Gayle Forman and Rainbow Rowell.

Denise Jaden’s novels have been shortlisted or received awards through the Romance Writers of America, Inspy, and SCBWI. The first draft of her debut novel, Losing Faith, was written in 21 days during NaNoWriMo 2007 and she loves talking with writers and students alike about her Just-Get-To-The-End fast-drafting process.
Jaden’s other young adult novels include Never Enough, Foreign Exchange, A Christmas Kerril,  and Avalanche. Her non-fiction books for writers include, Writing with a Heavy Heart, Fast Fiction, and Story Sparks.
In her spare time, she homeschools her son, acts with the Vancouver film industry, and dances with a Polynesian dance troupe. Find out more at denisejaden.com.

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I beeline toward them, anger blurring my vision. It’s not like I even know Elijah, but I need to protect him like no one protected me.
“What are you doing here?” I say straight at Elijah, since I know Sebastian could take this little transaction somewhere where I won’t be watching. I was the one who needed to get a clue in eighth grade. Elijah’s the one who needs to get a clue now.
Elijah looks from side to side, clearly not believing I’m talking to him in this tone. He finally looks back at me blankly. Sebastian holds up his soda can and grunts something about needing a refill.
Even better. After Sebastian clears out, I wait for Elijah’s answer, but when he changes the subject, I realize he’s not going to give me one.
“You did the right thing,” he says. I think he’s talking about Sebastian, until he adds, “It’s good you talked to your mom today, even if it made Mr. Burke angry.”  He has to yell the last part, because someone has turned up the music.
My mom? What is he…He motions across to where Hope has her back to us, in my mother’s coat. Right, I had thought it was my mother at school today. That seems so long ago. I have to smile a little that Elijah thinks I’d bring my mother to a party like this.
“It’s my sister,” I mumble.
But when I look back at him and realize he hasn’t answered me about why he’s here, in fact, he’s trying to give me advice, my smile fades.
As if to push me further, he says, “You need to make things right. You have to get rid of any guilt and the things you’ve never been able to say while you have the chance.”
While I have the chance? Does he know that my mother hasn’t been around in years? And how the hell would he know anything about my guilt? He’s staring off over my head, so I can’t read in his eyes exactly how much he does know about me.
“Oh yeah?” I force a mocking tone, but the more I look at Elijah, at his unfazed eyes, the more I want to get the hell away from him. Because I know in my right mind he doesn’t have any clue what Kass-The-Enigma, the girl with the dead sister, the freakshow-of-a-father, and the abandoning-secretive-mother is going through. How could he?
I reach for my most menacing tone to get us off this topic quickly. “Why are you hanging out with Sebastian Brown? I think we’ll both admit, he’s not exactly your type, Elijah.” I cross my arms.
His eyes move to the side, like I knocked a nerve. He murmurs something, but I can’t hear him over the blaring music.
“What?” I step closer and lean in with a scowl. “Spit it out!”
“Don’t call me Elijah,” he says loud and clear.
This surprises me. I could swear Mr. Burke has called him Elijah. Or maybe he calls him Mr. Barton. I start to doubt myself. “That’s your name, isn’t it?”
His face is getting harder by the second, his cheek bones tauter. And I feel myself getting softer. Which I won’t allow. I ball my fists at my sides.
“Eli,” he practically yells. He’s actually kind of cute when he’s angry. “If you could call me Eli, that would be…great.” He meets my eyes on the last word and grits it out through a smile that looks anything but happy.
“What is your problem?” I scowl at him.
“My problem right now seems to be you,” he says, not missing a beat. He turns and marches toward some trees at the far end of the property. It’s more deserted there, further from the sound system, but I’m pretty sure he’s not headed there because he wants to have a quiet conversation with me. He wants me to leave him the hell alone.
I glance back and Liz and Micah have also moved out of the din of the party. They’re arguing again, something they usually only do in private. My mother’s coat is on the lawn swing, but at least Hope’s not in the middle of their argument. I glance around the lawn, but she must have gone inside. I should probably do something about Liz and Micah, but I can’t let Eli have the last word. Not after talking to me like that.
“Don’t you dare walk away from me!” I say when I catch up.
“Look,” he swings around. “What do you want from me? Have I offended you, or something, because if I have, I seriously don’t remember it. Did you not want me to defend you to Mr. Burke today?” He takes a big drink of his beer, and this time I think it’s slipped his mind how bad the stuff tastes. His cringe is obvious.
“I don’t want anything from you.” I keep walking until I’m past him, so it feels like I’m leading this conversation instead of him. There’s a crap-load of leaves on the ground from a windstorm we had last week and I kick them out of my way with a vengeance. “I think it’s messed up that Sebastian is preying on people like you.” I turn back to face Elijah and lean against the nearest tree. “I actually thought I was helping you, you know, a favor for a favor, but don’t bother thanking me or anything.”
“Helping me how?” He steps closer, keeping his eyes trained right on mine, like he’s not afraid of me in the least. I hate to admit it, but it’s kind of turning me on. Guys don’t stand up to me, they just don’t. But this Elijah guy—Eli—he’s ready to engage in combat. I wonder where in his straight-laced, practically-ironed jeans he keeps his balls, because they seem to be good sized ones.
“I tried…” I pause for dramatic effect, “…to get you away from those low-lifes.” I’m not sure why I say “those,” except maybe I’m lumping Sebastian and Graham together for added punch.
He takes another step toward me and now we’re only inches apart. “And you’re better…” he tilts his head and raises his eyebrows, “…how?”
Did he seriously just—? I don’t even know what I’m doing, but all at once, I grab his head and pull it toward me. A splash of beer hits my other hand as he drops his cup in surprise. I plant my lips on his and kiss hard against his rigid ones. It’s a power move, I know that much. I need to get the upper hand here, and I will one way or the other.  He’ll pull away and freak out—who knows if the guy has ever been kissed before.
A second later he responds, but not at all in the way I expect…
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Perrier Simmons has always lived life on the safety–never reckless, always careful. And now, as a resident in her pathology program, she is poised to become a double board certified forensic pathologist.

Thom Edwards is caught in his fate when he learns he has cancer. But to tell Perrie, the woman he loves and who has lost so much already, is harder than dying.

Perrie can’t see the path Thom is on. She never could, even years ago when neither of them expected the deep connection they felt, or how that connection could grow so fast from friendship into something more. Something deep and pure and life-changing…When Thom and Perrie met on that bright summer day at UCSF medical school, so many years ago, it was unclear who saved whom. And when they separate for their respective residency programs they make more important discoveries.

But as Thom’s cancer grows, Perrie is kept farther from the truth.

The Brightest Day concludes the story of two people who met at the right time–a heartbreakingly romantic novel that asks, what do you do when you have to hide the truth from the one you love most, in order to save them?

The Brightest Night must be read before reading The Brightest Day.

The Brightness series is the story about what it means to love with your soul, to sacrifice, to experience grief and blinding joy. To live life with the pain, and the beauty, without knowing if you will be able to smile through tears and still know you wouldn’t have changed a thing.

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Fighting for Phoenix

Title: Fighting for Phoenix
Author: Lynne Leslie
Genre: Second Chance Romantic Suspense
Cover Designer: Wicked Dream Designs
Publication Date: April 18th, 2018
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Blurb:
Phoenix Miles was my future…
Until he left me shattered just like our engagement photo. I’m a survivor though. I have to be because it’s not just my life anymore. When he walks into my bar, I smell more than beer brewing and knew letting him in would be a mistake. I won’t let him break me again.
I will win this fight.
Jayden Carter was my world…
Until she tossed me away just like her engagement ring. I’m a survivor though. I have to be because revenge is all I have left. My path was set, then I walked into her bar. Now, I’m fighting for love and family.
As the saying goes, all’s fair in love and war.
Neither of us count on outside forces trying to tear us apart. Their endgame? Destruction. Our endgame? Love.
Lynne is  a momma bear to two beautiful little girls and one amazing stepson. When she’s not writing, she’s an avid reader. If you don’t catch her with her nose in a book or her fingers scribbling in a notebook, she’s usually right in front of the television with her  family. She lives in the quiet country, somewhere on the Panhandle of Florida. She loves music, dancing and beer. Preferably the beer first so she can at least pretend to know how to twerk when the music comes on. She loves anything that glitters and has a weird habit of collecting pens. Even though she’s in Florida, she hates the ocean and doesn’t eat seafood. I know. I know. She’s a strange human being.
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I relax back in the tub and close my eyes. If the man wants to take care of me then who am I to stop him. My mind is running ninety miles an hour trying to process everything that he told me anyhow. Four years I’ve thought he cheated on me with her and at most times I’ve hated him for it. After hearing the truth, I don’t know what to feel anymore. I can’t say I’m surprised about Eric and the guys having something to do with it. They never liked me. I honestly never thought they would take it as far as they did though. Never thought they really hated me that much. I don’t know why either. I never kept Phoenix from his friends. That’s not something I would have done. I also wasn’t looking to replace them in his eyes, so I could never figure it out. When they were over, and the tension became too much I would just make excuses and go home. I never let on to Phoenix how bad it was and as far as I know, to this day he still has no clue. Oh, he knows they don’t like me because of all this but I mean he has no clue to how bad it was. As far as her, nothing surprises me. I’ve never been able to understand her or any decisions she made.
Shutting the water off with my foot, I notice how quiet it is in the bedroom.
“Nix?” I call out softly. “Everything okay?”
I hear him gruffly clear his throat before he calls back. “Yeah, kitten. Just a sec.”
I let out a sigh. I’ll never tell him just how much I’ve missed that endearment of his. It’s been a lonely four years without him and whenever I think about all the shit they put us through my heart squeezes in my chest. My baby boy has gone four years without knowing his daddy because of them and the more I think about the more pissed off it makes me. That’s not how it should have been. But it’s something I must let go of if we’re going to try to make this work between us. If we’re going to try and be a family. And the more I think of it the more I realize this is exactly what I want. I want my little family. I’m running my hands through the bubbles, lost in thought when Phoenix walks back into the bathroom empty handed. I don’t know if I can even describe the look on his face, but his eyes are burning with flames and I feel the heat from them scorch me as his eyes roam my body. I don’t know what happened from the time he was in there to the time he walked in to here but it’s an interesting turn of events. His eyes are telling me that I’m desert and he’s fixing to devour me. Not that you’ll hear me complain at all.
           “Lean back.” He demands squatting down by the tub.
I do as he says and watch him through drooped eyelids. My body is burning from the inside out and I want him to ease it. He grabs the loofa and squeezes some soap on it all the while watching me with those burning eyes. Starting with my leg, he tenderly washes from the bottom of my feet to the top of my thigh, teasing the apex of them before moving to the other leg. He unhurriedly slides it up my stomach, running slow circles around and up until he reaches my breasts. I suck in a breath and hold it, waiting with anticipation. Slowly, he grabs one breast with his hand as he uses the other hand to wash it. He teases my nipple with his thumb and forefinger before moving to my other breast and repeating the process. By now my breathing is erratic, my body feels like it’s going to combust into flames and I’m so dizzy from wanting him to ease the ache he’s built inside of me, that I can’t take much more. He’s started an erotic game of foreplay that I seriously hope he plans on finishing. He must feel the same way because before I know it, my arms, back and hair are all washed and rinsed in record time, taking care of the stitches on my eye and scratches on my arms and legs, and he’s got me standing with a towel wrapped around me.
Still without speaking, he grabs my hand and slowly walks me into the bedroom, stopping me at the end of the bed. He unwraps me from the towel bit by bit, like he’s savoring every little piece of me he opens. Turning me around so I’m facing the bed, he dries my back. My body starts to quiver as I feel his lips press against the back of my neck. Sliding my hair out of the way, his lips trail a path from my neck, down my back as his arms wrap around me from behind and cup my breasts. My head falls forward and it’s taking all the energy I have to hold myself up. Instead of trying, I lean further over and brace my hands on the bed. Tweaking my nipples enough that it leaves a hint of pain behind, his hands drift down to my throbbing pussy. I feel my juices already dripping down my leg, I’m so turned on. He slides his fingers through my slit and gathers my cream to lube his fingers. Returning to my clit, he starts running in a circular motion as he lays his forehead against my back. His breathing is harsh and each puff of air that slithers across my back, amps me up more. Moving his fingers away, he places a feather light kiss to the middle of my back, picks me up and places me in the middle of the bed. I watch through lust hazed eyes as he quickly removes his shirt, jeans and briefs. No boxers for my man. Never once does he take his eyes from me. I roam my eyes down his heavily tatted body. One day I’ll explore all the delicious flesh he has exposed to me, including that tattoo wrapping towards his cock. Lifting the fingers of my right hand, I slide two of them into my mouth and glide them down my stomach. His eyes flash hotter as they reach my pussy and slide in. I let out a moan and close my eyes. Fuck, that feels good. Pumping my fingers in and out, I work my clit with my thumb. My hips are lifting in time with my rhythm. I feel him settle in between my thighs and his warm breath hits my clit, adding to the sensation I’m already creating. Knowing he’s watching me and enjoying every minute of it, amps me up even more. I open my eyes and look down my body at him. He’s got his hand wrapped around his cock and is stroking it slowly as his eyes devour everything that I’m doing. I feel the heat licking up and down my body as my orgasm draws near. He knows because he strikes as fast as a snake and yanks my hand away. I let out a whimper and writhe my body on my satin sheets.
“That’s mine, kitten.”
Motherfucker. Even in our sweet moments he’s got to pull his dominating shit. I should have remembered who I have between my legs.
“Then do something.” I growl at him.
“I’ve got you, baby. But we still have to be easy. You’ve been hurt.”
“Dammit, Nix. I’m not made of fucking glass. Just fuck me already.”
He crawls up my body and settles in between my legs. Finally. Grabbing his cock, he twirls it in circles on my clit, teasing me. He leans down and presses kisses to each eyelid, my nose and finally my lips.
“My kitten is hungry, huh.” He whispers lovingly. “I’m sorry baby, but I ain’t nowhere near finished with you. And when I’m finally done playing only then will I sink into that fucking pussy of yours that’s weeping my name and give my kitten what she wants.”
Oh god. He’s going to be the death of me. He feathers kisses down my body stopping to nibble on my nipples. Sucking one and then the other into his mouth, twirling his tongue around each pebbled nub and biting down. A thrill runs through me as he nibbles his way down to the heat of me. I spread my legs wide as he makes his way further south. I give a little shiver as his warm breath feathers against my clit. Placing soft kisses to the inside of my thigh, my breathing speeds up as he gets closer my core. Grabbing my thighs, he holds them apart, opens me up to him and gives me one leisure lick from my ass to my pussy. He taps my thigh to let me know I need to hold it in place as he uses his fingers to hold my pussy lips open. Running his tongue around my lips, he gently teases me with the tip of his tongue. He repeats this motion until I can no longer stand him having no contact with my clit. Slamming my hands to his head, I guide him where I want him. Letting out a wicked chuckle he places his mouth over my clit and starts flicking it slowly. I can’t stop the moan that works its way from my throat. His side to side motions send electricity rocketing through my body.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” I chant as my body goes rigid.
Knowing I’m now close he starts sucking on my clit adding a few nips with his teeth. I feel my body flush as he moans when my pussy starts to leak, causing a vibration that sends me soaring with my release. My body twitches as he feathers his tongue on my overly sensitive clit, making sure he doesn’t miss a drop. Placing a kiss to the top of my pubic bone he sits up, leans back on his knees and gazes at me with a smirk on his face. His eyes are filled with pride and he’s got his lower lip between his teeth.
“How are you feeling? Are you in any pain?”
I let out a dreamy sigh. “Oh no. I’m absolutely perfect. I forgot how well you eat pussy.”
Letting out a gravelly laugh, he climbs his way up my body. Planting soft kisses to my lips, he runs his tongue across them until I open and tangle my tongue with his. His tongue caresses mine with a single-minded focus. Tasting the tangy sweetness of my climax, I wrap my legs around his waist, moan into his mouth and rock my pussy against the cock resting against it.
He pulls back with a shudder and a gasp, unwrapping my legs and separating us. “Kitten, keep grounding that sweet pussy against me and I’m gonna take it. I’m trying to be a gentleman and do the right thing here, no matter what I said. But I’m a man, baby.”
His voice is raw with desire as his hand locks around his wide girth and starts a rough slide, hitting my clit with each upward stroke. Anchoring my legs around his waist once again, I dig my heels into his ass, yank him to me at the same time I raise up and bite his lip.
“I said I wasn’t made of fucking glass.”
I capture his lips with mine and ravish them with a savagery I didn’t know I possessed. He’s my oasis in a dry desert and I can’t get enough to quench my thirst. I feel his large rough hands grab my legs and pin them open right before he plunges into me. We both let out a hoarse cry at the feeling of once again being joined together. His ass flexes under my heels each time he pounds in to me. My head is thrown back in ecstasy, tits bouncing, fingers clenching and unclenching in the sheets. He switches his unrelenting pace to slow, scorching thrusts as he leans down and imprisons me between his arms. I take note of how careful he’s trying to be not to put too much pressure on me, no matter how rough we get. One hand tangles in my long hair, gently pulling my head back as his lips once again settle over mine, his mouth ravenous yet meaningful. Our bodies slick with sweat, our mouths letting 0ut guttural growls and broken cries, we immerse ourselves in each other, the only sounds in the otherwise quiet room. My breath hitches at the naked emotion I see in his eyes and I feel a tear leak from mine. One hand leaves my hair as he captures it with his thumb. I feel exposed, but I can’t stop the words from escaping my lips.
“I’ve missed you.”
It’s like my words awoke a beast within because the next thing I know, my legs are thrown over his arms, pussy spread wide open and I’m being rammed with savage strokes. His cock pummels my pussy as I succumb to his wild, feral fucking. He’s magnificent in all his glory. The tattoos on his neck stick out as he strains it back and lets out a rough groan.
“So fucking good.” He murmurs, his hips slamming against mine with no intention of stopping.
My back arches, hips lifting to meet his as pleasure courses through my body. Goosebumps break out and I flush, body coiling tight as my release approaches. Phoenix, knowing my body as well as I do, pinches my clit between his fingers and tugs.
“Come, now.”
I let out a husky scream as I shatter and fly apart. It’s not long before Phoenix follows, his body convulsing, cock twitching with his release as his strained roar echoes around the room. Still keeping his weight from my chest, he buries his face into my neck trying to recover. He holds his lips there for a short time before pulling back and cupping my face in his tattooed hands.
“I’ve missed you too, kitten. So damn much.”
His kisses my forehead, then my lips before giving a slow erotic glide from my body causing both of us to let out greedy moans. Rolling to the side, he falls to his back and throws his arm over his eyes. His chest is still rising and falling rapidly as he catches his breath. Hell, so is mine. We’ve not come together like that since the night he asked me to marry him.
“Not that I’m complaining but where the hell did that come from?”
Removing his arm, his head swivels in my direction. His eyes are full of something. Torment? But I’m not understanding why.


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Where I Am

Title: Where I Am
Author: Michelle Dare
Genre: NA Romance
Editor: Barren Acres Editing
Cover Designer: Q Design
Photographer: Paul Henry Serres
Publication Date: Feb. 22nd, 2018
Blurb:
Astoria
He was the man of my dreams, or so I thought. I wasn’t sure how I’d react when I saw him again. I planned on avoiding him, but our small hometown made that impossible. The years apart melted away when I saw him. Time hadn’t changed my feelings, after all. Jealousy flared anew. My heart, which I thought had healed, was back to being in a million pieces.
Now I’m right where I don’t want to be—in front of him with tears in my eyes.
Parker
Everything isn’t always as it seems. One moment could cause a ripple effect with unexpected consequences that last for years. Not a day had gone by that I didn’t think of her. When our paths crossed again, I knew I had to tell her the truth. Arguing was inevitable, but I’d rather fight for her than face another day without her. My heart always belonged to her.
Where I am is standing in front of her—asking for another chance.
Michelle Dare is a romance author. Her stories range from sweet to sinful and from new adult to fantasy. There aren’t enough hours in the day for her to write all of the story ideas in her head. When not writing or reading, she’s a wife and mom living in eastern Pennsylvania. One day she hopes to be writing from a beach where she will never have to see snow or be cold again.
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Waiting to Breathe

 
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She’s broken. He’s lost. Olivia Crawford has been through the ringer. All she wants is to start over without any complications or anyone figuring out her secrets. When her twin brother Finn convinces her to move back home and finish her degree at his school, it’s just the push she needs to start over. Nathaniel Ford is the golden boy of SCU. He seems like he has it all – perfect family, awesome friends and fraternity brothers, and a few buildings on campus with his last name on them. But things aren’t always what they seem. From the first time Nate and Olivia bump into each other, literally, he wants more of her feisty attitude, but Olivia throws more walls up with each step he takes closer, and he isn’t sure he can break them down fast enough.
 

 

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The Starling

 

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The Starling

 

by Ellie Masters
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Genre: Contemporary Romantic Suspense, No Erotica
512 pages

 

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Thief or modern day Robin Hood? Recruited by the FBI to investigate the theft of a Van Gogh, Vivianne Faulks must work with a man who blurs the lines between the legal and illegal sale of art. As Viv is drawn further into the world of art auctions and international crime, the case threatens to uncover Faulks’ family secrets long buried since World War II. Not to mention, her enigmatic partner might be the very thief she’s been sent to catch. When her life’s put on the line, Viv no longer cares about recovering the stolen Van Gogh. With each twist and turn, she’s simply trying to stay alive.

 

 

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“Imagine The Thomas Crown Affair merged with Entrapment and know that The Starling is an Oscar winner beyond those art heist films. What makes a good heist movie even better? A handsome leading man paired against a hot leading lady and The Starling scores BIG in that category. I am completely in love with the leading characters Vivianne Faulks and Paul de Gaules.The Starling has it all; intrigue, secrets, lies, sexual tension, international espionage, and stunning visual imagery like you wouldn’t believe. I was truly standing in Paris thanks to Ellie Masters gorgeous descriptions.” ~ Kay

“The Starling is a total page turner, I couldn’t read it fast enough.” ~ Katie

“Ellie Masters does a fanstastic job describing scenes and feelings. I always can picture exactly what she’s describing because of her vivid details. ” ~ Erika

“I love Vivianne and Paul!! This book is so exciting!! It had me wrapped into the pages from the beginning!!” ~ Vicki

 



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“You want me to pretend to be your lover?”With a nod, he released her hands and leaned back in the chair. “Mais oui. It’d be assumed you were sharing my bed.”

“Why does that even matter?” Who would care if their relationship was more than business?

“Accept Agent Radcliffe’s offer to consult on the case, and you’ll discover many secrets. You might even uncover some you’ve been hiding from yourself.”

Whatever does that mean?

The impact of his words hit her on a gut level, terrifying because of the allure they held. She cleared her throat. “Monsieur de Gaules, you must know I am engaged.”

“I know your relationship status. That’s what makes this perfect. The rumors will fly. The more attention we have focused on our relationship, the more freedom we’ll have to operate.”

“You place a lot of weight on the power of rumors, but I can’t risk my reputation for you or jeopardize my family name.”
Without warning, he stood, extending his hand.Viv glanced at it, terrified to take it but more than willing to feel the heat of his skin against hers again. What would be the harm in one last affair? Even if it was pretend. How much loyalty did she hold to a fiancé she hated?

“If I do this…” Her breath fluttered in her lungs, tentative yet excited. “If I do this, that’s all it would be. An act…”

It was vital she established boundaries.

“We maintain a professional relationship between us, regardless of what others believe?”

She’d meant her words to sound confident, but they had come out more like a question.

The corner of his full lips bowed into a smile when she allowed him to take her hand. He flipped her wrist over and leaned down to sweep his lips across the back of her hand.

“But of course.”

A jolt of electricity shot up her arm.

“Strictly professional.”

She hated when men lied.

 


 

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ELLIE MASTERS is the bestselling author of Heart’s Insanity: an Angel Fire Rock Romance. She writes multiple genres, creating the stories she loves to read. These are dark erotic tales. Or maybe sweet contemporary stories. How about a romantic thriller to whet your appetite? Ellie writes it all. Want to read passionate poems and sensual secrets? She does that too. Dip into the eclectic mind of Ellie Masters, spend time exploring the sensual realm where she breathes life into her characters and brings them from her mind to the page and into the heart of her readers every day.Ellie’s favorite way to spend an evening is curled up on a couch, laptop in place, watching a fire, drinking a good wine, and bringing forth all the characters from her mind to the page and hopefully into the hearts of her readers.

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Angel of Night

Title: Angel of Night (Angels of London: Book 3)
Author: L.L. Hunter
Genre: YA Urban Fantasy/Paranormal Romance
Cover Designer: KILA designs
Publication Date: May 31st, 2018

Blurb:
Life can’t get any worse for Gabe, and with Melody gone, it’s the perfect chance for evil to step in.
Max’s visions predict a future where darkness and old foes rise, bringing fire and pain. In its wake, Gabe and his friends must face certain death.
In the final instalment of the Angels of London series, can the Nephilim defeat this rising threat, or will darkness consume them all?
L.L. Hunter is the author of over 20 published works, including The Legend of the Archangel Series and The Garden of Eden. She has studied everything from veterinary nursing, forensic science, and dramatic arts, but has always known her true calling was to be an author. 

She has been writing since her teens – everything from fan fiction, to song lyrics, to plays and musicals. When not working on her next paranormal romance, she can be found at home in Australia, reading somewhere comfortable with one or both of her “fur babies.” Follow her on Facebook, Twitter @llhunterbooks, and her blog – http://llhunter.blogspot.com.au.

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Heaven Sent

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Beau Huntington told us his story in Hell Bent, but what happens next?

Leaving her home town to study art in the city, Corrie Johnson embarks on an exciting new adventure. But as Beau’s life continues back in South Shore, and Corrie begins making a name for herself in the Riverside art community, they struggle to find that elusive middle ground.
Does such a thing even exist?

Corrie has always been there for Beau, but this time it’s her past that comes back to haunt her. A knock on the door and everything changes, and Corrie must face her greatest fear head on.
When push comes to shove, the couple are forced into an impossible situation – decisions need to be made, consequences have to be considered – and when Beau finds out what’s happened, with their lives falling apart all around them, will he have what it takes to cling on, give it everything he has, and be there for Corrie in the moment of her greatest need.

With a few familiar faces, and exciting new characters too, Heaven Sent is a story of new friendships, old demons and a love that knows no bounds.

About the Author

Karen Crompton writes from the heart. Hell Bent is a highly accomplished debut novel that explores both the joys of young love and the pain of loss. Hell Bent is book #1 in the South Shore Beach Series. Keep an eye out for book #2 – HEAVEN SENT – coming April 13th 2018. Preorder now available!

Having always had a passion for Young Adult / New Adult films and literature, Karen says that publishing in that genre is a dream come true.

Karen was born and bred on the Central Coast of NSW, Australia, where she still lives with her husband, a family of wild possums, a pair of nosy King Parrots and one very loudmouthed Kookaburra.

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Technically Speaking

Continue the Romantic Comedy of Errors series by buying, Technically Speaking today.

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EXCERPT

I stayed to help Logan clean up after dinner, but he wouldn’t let me do any work. He made me a cup of the tea I loved, and I just hung out, leaning over the large island in the kitchen and making jokes while he washed and put dishes away.

“Why do you drink that stuff anyways? You know it’s still a stimulant,” he said about my tea. He’d been ridiculing it, saying that it tasted like sewage, which was actually pretty funny because my best friend, Julia, says that same thing.

“Coffee is too acidic. I prefer to be in a more alkaline state,” I replied and immediately regretted my words, realizing what a snooty, basic, rich girl I sounded like.

“It sounds like you’ve never had good coffee then,” he said. “Your grandmother has a nice cappuccino maker and some decent looking Italian coffee.”

“I’ve only had coffee once when I was younger. I had a sip of my dad’s one morning before work and not only did it taste awful, but it burned my mouth. Plus, my dad yelled at me for it,” I confessed.

“Well, you definitely haven’t had good coffee then. Here, I’ll make you some,” he said and fired on the cappuccino maker. The thing buzzed and roared and whizzed while Logan pressed buttons and poured this and that into that and this. I had no idea what he was doing but the result was a small cup of frothy, warm, brown liquid with a little heart drawn in the middle of the foam.

“Wow, this looks amazing. I almost don’t want to drink it,” I said, but I took a sip anyways. I expected a hot, bitter taste to fill my mouth, but the thick liquid was warm and sweet. The smell had a musky yet floral smell to it that made me feel cozy somehow, even though it was a warm evening in Los Angeles. “This is so good,” I said.

Logan smiled at me and reached his hand up to my face. He ever so gently, brushed his thumb across my lips. Heat and energy rushed between us at the feel of his touch. I felt my stomach melt; my heart boom and I suddenly couldn’t remember how to breath. “Sorry, you had foam on your lips,” he said.

He made himself a cup and we sat in the kitchen, reminiscing about our childhood. Honestly, though, I barely listened to what he was saying. I couldn’t keep my mind away from the electricity that I suddenly felt. Was it always there and I was just too blind to see it?

After a few minutes of talking in the kitchen, I felt a rush of energy and had an idea. “Why don’t we go for a run!”

“Damn, I should’ve made decaf. You have a caffeine high,” Logan said and laughed. His laugh sounded sweet and musical coming from his booming, sexy voice. I can’t believe I never noticed what an amazing laugh he had. “I think it’s a little late for a run.”

“A swim, then,” I said. Suddenly, the prospect of swimming at night was the best idea in the world and I ran upstairs to change into my bathing suit.

“I don’t know, Stacey,” Logan called after me.

“I do know, Logan. Let’s go swimming. We used to do it all the time when we were kids, remember?”

“I don’t have anything to swim in,” he protested, but I wasn’t going to let him off the hook that easily. I wanted to see more of that body.

Instead of rushing to my room, I found Bronson’s. He had gone out for the night and probably wouldn’t be back until early in the morning, if at all, so I didn’t think anything of waltzing in there.

The stench of sweat and heat assaulted my nose. I tried to avoid all the dirty clothes on the floor, but there was such a large pile, it was hard not to step on a few pairs of underwear. With no one working at the house to take care of the cleaning, we were all left to fend for ourselves and it was clear that Bronson had no clue what it meant to tidy up or knew the word laundry.

I dug around in his dresser drawer, found a clean pair of swimming trunks and bolted out of there before the smell stuck to me. “Here!” I yelled to Logan as I tossed the trunks to him. “Meet me at the pool.”

I rushed to my room and found my bathing suits. Julia had laughed at me when I began packing them, but I told her that my grandmother had a pool that I intended to take full advantage of. It was a good thing I ignored her laughing, too, because swimming with Logan was exactly what I needed to do right now and there was nothing stopping me.

LOGAN

Playing tennis was one thing but swimming? Swimming? I had to draw the line somewhere and swimming was it. Yes, Stacey and I would swim every summer when we were kids. Gladys didn’t like me swimming in her pool, so we opted for a public one. Usually it was at some country club Stacey’s family was a part of (I have no idea how Stacey managed to get me in). She didn’t know how much the other kids would point and make fun of me at the pool, though. They kept it to themselves around her, of course. Everyone wanted to impress Stacey Holiday. When she wasn’t looking, though? I was enemy number one.

I spent most of my pool time with my shirt glued to my body. Stacey would try to convince me to take it off but even she couldn’t make me. Now, here I was, wearing her brother’s shorts, shirt glued to my body, sitting by the pool. At least it was dark, and no kids were around to point and laugh. That’s one thing no one tells you about losing weight, no matter how much you lose and how great you look after working so hard, the voices and laughs and stares of your past live on like ghosts in your head. When Stacey came out wearing a red bikini, though, even those ghosts shut themselves up and stared.

“Of course, you’re wearing a shirt,” she said.

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Because, you said you’d show me more of that chiseled body of yours earlier and I’d like to see it.” She pulled at my shirt. Crap. I did say something about taking my shirt off, didn’t I? Why did I say that? Why was I trying to show off?

With a reluctant sigh, I pulled my shirt over my head and stood in front of Stacey. Our bodies were close, almost touching. Her eyes lingered on my body the way I do to her sometimes. “Wow,” she said.

She stepped closer to me and I felt the energy, the heat and desire rise between us. She raised her hands and put them on my chest. Her touch felt soft, smooth and electrified my body. I wanted her to touch every inch of me the way I would touch every inch of her. I almost put my hand on her hips and pulled her in to me, but she never gave me the chance. She smiled up at me as she pushed me, and I went flying backwards into the pool.

She laughed as I made my way up to the surface just in time for her to yell “CANNON BALL!” and she leapt into the air, landing in the water with a loud splash as water exploded around her.

We splashed water at each other and laughed for a while. Finally, settled and just floated on the surface of the pool. The light emanating from below cast a brilliant blue on her soft, pale skin and golden hair. “Why did we ever stop doing this?” she asked.

“I don’t know. I guess we just grew apart,” I said.

She stood up in the pool and moved closer to me. I did the same and backed into the steps of the shallow end of the pool and she sat beside me. “I’m sorry,” she said, suddenly with a serious tone.

“You have nothing to be sorry for. Besides, I’m just glad I’m here now.”

“Me too,” she said, and she did something that I had only ever thought she would do in my dreams. She wrapped her arms around my neck, lifted herself to meet my gaze and kissed me on the lips.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

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N. Franko is an author and musician living out her own happily ever after with her very own, rock star husband in Canada. Sign up for her mailing list at http://www.nfrankowrites.com for all the latest news on releases, sales and freebies.

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Posted in Adult Contemporary Romance, Adult Fiction, Chick Lit, Contemporary, New, New Adult, New Release, Romance

Harper and the One-Night Stand

Title: Harper and the One-Night Stand
Author: R. Linda
Genre: NA Contemporary Romance
Editor: Lori Whitwam
Publisher: Limitless Publishing
Publication Date: April 10th, 2018
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR
Blurb:
A few too many cocktails in paradise, and I woke up in someone else’s bed. My ex-boyfriend’s cousin’s bed, to be exact.
Huge mistake.
Nate and I agreed it wouldn’t happen again. We didn’t want to hurt Brody. Only it did happen, repeatedly, until I finally found the courage to walk away.
But I couldn’t ignore the temptation, and I soon found myself back in his bed—or on his floor—stealing secret kisses and forbidden touches, sneaking around behind everyone’s backs.
I tried so hard to resist Nate’s charms, but my resolved crumbled. How could I not be swept off my feet by water towers in the rain and deep confessions on the beach?
The last thing we want is to hurt anyone, but it is out of our control. And there isn’t a thing I can do except give him my heart and hope he keeps it safe…regardless of the consequences.


R. Linda drinks wine and writes books.
A coffee addicted, tattoo enthusiastic fangirl with a slight obsession for a particular British boy band and solo artist, she is a writer of Contemporary YA/NA Romance and Suspense, sometimes dabbling in Paranormal as well.
Renee lives in Melbourne, Australia with her husband and two sons. When not writing she can often be found reading books to her children and cuddling up with them on the couch to watch their favourite movies.
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