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Title: Untied
Series: St. Jude Book 3
Author: M Jameson
Genre: Dark Enemies-to-Lovers Romance
Release Date: March 21, 2023
Cover Design: M Jameson
In the dark and dangerous world of St. Jude’s elite, Jenson Cooper is the epitome of power and wealth, a fantasy for men and women alike.
But behind his good looks and suave exterior lies deviant secrets that have kept him emotionally detached and elusive.
When he is forced to marry the daughter of his enemy, Jenson sees it as just another business transaction.
But when he meets the beautiful and headstrong Amara Patel, his carefully constructed world is thrown into chaos.
Amara is everything he never expected. She’s passionate, caring, and unafraid to challenge him.
As their undeniable and often volatile chemistry threatens to consume them, Jenson’s dark past is never far away.
But keeping Amara at a distance is near impossible.
The more he tries to push her away, the more he falls under her spell.
With the stakes climbing and his heart on the line,
Jenson must decide whether to risk it all for love knowing his secrets could destroy everything.
In a tale of forbidden love, power, and secrets, “Untied” will feed your darkest desires.
** TW to be taken seriously. This is a dark romance with mature and disturbing themes that may not be to everyone’s liking. This is fiction. Pass if you have any issues with reading:
S and C Abuse (not by a MC to a MC)
Physical Violence .
Miscarriage (not MC or graphic)

M Jameson enjoys writing steamy, taboo, and forbidden stories. Sometimes dark, sometimes angsty, but sexiness and HEA (albeit not conventional) guaranteed. Jameson loves to delve into the hard topics and pushing the limits, so if you’re looking for escapism and like your boundaries crushed, she’s your go-to.

Title: Of Blood and Destiny (Broken Bonds, #3)
Author: Raven More
Genre: PNR, Fantasy Romance
Cover Designer: Wynter Designs
Publication Date: Mar. 21st, 2023
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Life on a war-ravaged Earth is a dying experience. Finally, after years of tyranny, the rebellion rises. Once I rescue my fiancé Ryker Valant, I, and the rebel general, will fight to free our people. In a war where alliances shift and friends betray one another, will the final battle prove the truth of the prophecy the queen has so feared—her death—or will I lose everyone I love?

USA Today bestselling author of sci-fi & romance under other secret identities can deny the call to other worlds no longer. Come escape with me.


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 ★✩★ NEW RELEASE ★✩★

Second Chance Forever

Book 1 Second Chance Series

By Rebecca Barber


Hosted by DS Book Promotions



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Available on Kindle Unlimited


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..

About Rebecca Barber:

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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Author: C.L. Bauer


Some secrets should stay hidden. If they come to light, darkness could weaken even the strongest of families.

Real estate agent Charlotte O’Donohue never looks forward to Mondays. Usually, a couple cups of coffee will fix her mood, but today an unexpected voice directs her to a dead body. She’s going to need a bigger cup, and it better be caffeinated!

When the dead body happens to be your client, the scandal could jeopardize her brother’s business, but Charlotte is more worried about a mysterious stranger who decides she’s the number one suspect. He seems familiar and dangerous. He knows she has a secret, and Charlotte will do anything to keep the truth from him. How could he possibly understand that she can hear the dead?

Ghostly whispers from a spirit who haunts the large Kansas City mansion warns of more danger to come for Charlotte, her family, and for the stranger. But as Charlotte discovers a key to one mystery, another one appears…one that could reveal more than a murderer but a long-forbidden love.

The haunted and the living seem to be conspiring against the spunky real estate agent, throwing her into a love of her own that shakes her to the core.

When long hidden secrets expose lost loves, two intertwined families are placed in jeopardy in Charlotte’s Voices of Mystery.

Publication Date: March 17, 2023
Language: English
Length: 252 pages
Genre: Paranormal Cozy Mystery/Romance
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Kansas City, Missouri native C.L. Bauer is the author of three series in mystery genres. Originally a reporter, Bauer worked through jobs in marketing and advertising, to eventually take over the reins of her family’s century old business, Clara’s Flowers. Many of the stories used in her books are based on true events from years in the wedding and event flower world.

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​Sean gave me a brief hug, and Paddy waved to me as he watched me exit the house. I noticed that the rose was still on the mantle. I quickly pulled out my phone and shot a photo. No one would even notice if I took the flower, but my brothers would kill me if I moved evidence. As it was, I was already leaving with an item that might be related to the murder. Maybe it was an additional house key? Or maybe someone had dropped it years ago in that old window seat, and it didn’t mean anything to anyone? But the voice didn’t want me to tell. My thoughts raced as I battled with the secret. I shut my eyes and made my final decision. I was leaving the house with it. I pulled my coat closer to me as I walked down the sidewalk. I slowed my steps after my first slip. The snow was slick to walk on. I carefully passed more and more police, news reporters, camera crews, and others before I arrived at my car.
As I began to slide uncontrollably toward my door, a black gloved hand held me up.
“Whoops,” I yelled. “Thank you so much.” The gentleman was holding me up in his arms, and I felt as though I was at his mercy for some reason.
“You’re welcome.” His voice was low. I heard some sort of an accent, but I just wasn’t sure what it was. I looked up slowly to gaze into the prettiest brown eyes. They were the color of my favorite candy bar. They were large, offering a girl enough room to get lost in them on a rainy day. Heck, on any kind of day. His dark hair was wavy, windblown, and had hints of a white hair here and there. Mmm, I never was that fond of salt and pepper hair, but just these little touches looked good, well looked great on him.
He was still holding me up, when I stiffened and reached out my hand to my car door.
“Here, let me get you to the door.” He slowly pushed me closer and made sure I had safely made it inside the vehicle. “Have a good day, Ms–”
“O’Donohue, Charlotte.”
He smiled. His smile could very well melt every snowflake on my coat. In fact, I was warm all over. “Ah, O’Donohue, as in every O’Donohue in this blessed city?”
I nodded. I just didn’t have the ability to speak right now as he smiled again.
“And I suppose you all know everything about everyone just like a large Irish family should?”
I cleared my throat. Come on, get a hold of yourself. “We wouldn’t be Irish if we didn’t. We all know secrets, but we just tell only one person.”
He nodded knowingly. “And that person tells another, and before you know it, everyone in the world knows everything?”
I nodded again and smiled like some goofy teenager. “It seems as though you’ve caught on.”
“I’ve only been here a short time, but I catch on very quickly.” He looked toward the house and pointed. “I need to go in there.”
“Then I need to warn you that there are a couple of those O’Donohue men in there.”
“I bet I can guess which ones. One of them called me. It was nice to save you.”
Save me? Right, from the fall. He began to shut my door, but I braced my arm against it. “I didn’t get your name.”
He shook his head shyly, and smiled again. He seemingly thought that could distract me. “No, you didn’t. Sorry, occupational hazard. Be careful out there.” He closed my door very unceremoniously.
I watched him pull his coat’s lapels up around his neck. He shoved his hands inside his pockets and began to walk toward the house. He turned around once to look back at me. I smiled like an idiot just in case he could see that far. Then he disappeared into the structure. I also saw a curtain move in one of the windows on the third floor. Then I saw another curtain flowing freely on the second floor, but I also saw a shape, a dark form. The curtain was pulled back and then fluttered back into place. It was nothing, probably just a draft, wasn’t it? I was only lying to myself. I knew what I saw. The spirit haunting that house was very concerned with the man who was entering the old Taylor Club, but I was more intrigued by the stranger.
I bit my lip. “Who was that?”

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: Flirting with the Stranger
Series: Harbor Highlands Series
Author: Gia Stevens
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Tropes: Strangers to Lovers, One Night Stand, Reverse Age Gap, Dirty Talking Hero, Boss/Employee
Release Date: March 20, 2023
A spicy boss/employee, reverse age gap novel by romantic comedy author Gia Stevens…
Have you ever mistaken a guy for a stripper and had a scorching hot one-night stand with him only to find out he’s your new boss? No? Just me?
The first time I met Van, I was instantly drawn to his charismatic smile and stunning good looks as I shoved dollar bills into his waistband.
The second time I saw Van, he walked into my bakery as the new owner and boss. That time, I kept my dollars to myself.
But there’s a problem, owning a bakery wasn’t his choice and all he wants is to sell. Somehow, I need to persuade him to keep the business, so I can keep my dream job. When he admits he doesn’t know the difference between “frosting” and “icing,” I realize I have my work cut out for me.
With each passing day, our chemistry ignites like a chocolate flambé. But it’s a distraction I don’t need. I know from experience that when I wish for everything, I end up with nothing.
Van’s young and irresponsible, he can’t possibly know anything about running a bakery or falling in love. But he’s determined to prove me wrong.
It turns out he has a few cupcakes up his sleeve that just might satisfy my sweet tooth.
Flirting with the Stranger is a reverse age gap, strangers to lovers, boss/employee romantic comedy with a hero who has a real sweet tooth for something besides cupcakes. Be prepared to laugh-out-loud one minute and swoon the next in this steamy standalone romantic comedy. Each book in the Harbor Highlands Series is set in the same world and a guaranteed happily ever after.

“Finally, you’re here.”

“Oh. Um.” Play it cool, Van. Don’t let the hot girl get you tongue tied. “Of course, where else would I be?” I flash her a dimpled smile.

“No, seriously. You’re an hour late. The least you could’ve done was call. We have a group of girls who are ready to see you take your clothes off. Let’s go.” Her dainty fingers wrap around my wrist. The warm contact sends a current of electricity coursing through my body as she tugs me up the stairs.

“Wait.” I plant my feet. “What are you talking about? Take my clothes off? I think I deserve dinner before I get naked.” I flash her a seductive smile. 

“Dinner? Are you kidding? We weren’t told we had to feed you.” She drops my hand and rests it on her hip. “Look, we have a thousand dollars for you plus tips, if you’re good, to take your clothes off and shake your ass while we all ooh and ahh over your ripped abs. You have ripped abs, right?” She lifts the hem of my shirt, exposing my hard six pack. “Oh yes, that’ll do.” Her gaze lingers on my exposed stomach for a few extra seconds before she reluctantly drops the fabric. “So, are you coming or am I calling your boss to tell him you won’t do your job?”

Fuck. She thinks I’m a stripper for her party. But it pays a thousand dollars plus tips. Since I’m jobless, I could use the cash. I wager the battle in my head for a split second and, fuck it. First time for everything. “Lead the way.” 

She spins around and climbs the stairs, the shimmering sequins on the ass of her dress hypnotizing as her hips sway back and forth. As the giggles and laughter grow louder, I second guess myself. I’ve never done this before. I mean, I’ve gotten naked before, just never with more than one girl watching.

“Our entertainment has arrived!” the bombshell announces to her friends.

Gia Stevens resides in the up north of Minnesota. She lives for the warm, sunny days of summer and dreads the bitter cold of winter. A romantic comedy junkie at heart, she knew she wanted her own stories to encompass those same feelings.

When she’s not busy writing your next book boyfriend, Gia can be found playing in her vegetable garden, watching reruns of The OC and Gossip Girl, or curled up with a good book.

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: 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.

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: Whispers of a Snowfall
Author: Rashika Ranjini
Genre: Poetry
Published: January 12, 2023
“Whispers of Snowfall” is a book of poetry that explores the search for understanding winters in all their glory. The poems in this collection are infused with the crisp, quiet beauty of snowfall and winter, and delve into the depths of the human soul as they search for answers to some of life’s deepest questions.
Filled with imagery of snow-covered landscapes and the introspection of long, cold nights, these poems offer a sense of solitude, solace, and introspection that is perfect for the winter season. Whether you are looking for a way to escape the bustle of the world or simply want to cozy up with a good book, “Whispers of a Snowfall” offers a poignant perspective on the world and is a must-read for anyone seeking inspiration and reflection during the winter months.
“Subtly evocative, poignant, deep and infused with startling images that bring out the poet’s zest for live, positive outlook and irreplaceable love for poetry, Whispers of A Snowfall is a short and crisp collection of soul stirring poems by Rashika Ranjini.” – The Literature Times
“Ranjini’s writing style is both lyrical and poignant, and her verse has a musical quality that is both calming and haunting. The poems in this collection are often short and to the point, but they pack a powerful punch, leaving a lasting impression on the reader.” – The Rise Insight magazine
“Another strength of this book is the author’s ability to explore complex emotions through her writing. Whether exploring themes of solitude, loss, or renewal, Ranjini’s poems are infused with a sense of introspection and contemplation. Her words flow seamlessly, painting vivid and memorable images in the reader’s mind, and her delicate and understated use of language is truly a joy to behold.” – The Rise Insight magazine
“The writing style is not flowery or exaggerated. The words are used with precision, vocabulary is apt and elusive of the thought as much as the descriptive aspect of the imagery. The poet showcases how winter is a great time to get away from the hustle bustle of the world outside and coil under a blanket with a cup of warm drink and enjoy the cosiness. This book then becomes a perfect winter companion for the reader.” – The Literature Times