Posts Tagged ‘Romance’

Title: Charlie Foxtrot: An OPS Protector Romance Novel
Series: Owens Protective Services Book 3
Author: Giulia Lagomarsino
Genre: Protector Romance
Release Date: October 31, 2022
Cover Design: TE Black Designs
Photography: RplusM Photo
Cover Model: Shawn Joseph
Mummies.
Yeah, you heard me right. That’s my next job—protecting a mummy.
It wouldn’t be a problem, except someone doesn’t want this particular mummy to make it to the museum.
Not to mention one of my teammates thinks this particular mummy is cursed.
On top of this ridiculous job, I’ve also met the most gorgeous woman in the world.
Except, she’s anti-gun, anti-meat, anti-everything that makes me who I am. And she’s from California.
 
I really f*@king hate California.
And she’s a screenwriter with absolutely zero experience, writing a story with a ton of action.
No, cars do not just explode while driving down the road. And contrary to popular opinion, it really is hard to shoot out tires from a moving vehicle, especially when you’re firing into the wind.
But the worst part is how excited everyone at OPS is to help her. Fox, New Guy…even Brock has decided to take up a career in acting.
I would walk away, but despite the fact that she’s from California, I find myself needing to be with her. She’s more than she seems, and I’m determined to find out every last detail before she gets blown up trying to learn about explosives.
I just have to keep IRIS away from her.

“So, no problems on the way home?” he asked, turning to face us.

“Nope. We got away clean.”

“And that?” he jerked his thumb at the back.

I cringed slightly. “He had an…” I glanced over at Eli for the best wording.

“An adverse reaction to the mummy.”

“Right,” I nodded. 

“Like…he touched it and broke out in hives?”

“Don’t even say that shit,” Eli said quickly, keeping his voice low. “He already thinks we’re all under some ancient Egyptian curse. We don’t need to put any more thoughts in his head.”

Cash crossed his arms over his chest and looked at us inquiringly. “And why does he think he’s under a curse?”

I snorted, not even sure how to answer that. “He just started freaking out because we made him sit in the back with the sarcophagus. Then he started reading out ancient curses and it spiraled out of control from there.”

“So…nothing actually happened.”

I shot a look over at Eli, remembering the locusts. Scratching the back of my head, I told him what happened. “Well…when we left the safe house, there might have been a swarm of locusts, and he may have been under the influence of some drugs that may have led him to believe that the swarm was a hell of a lot bigger than it was.”

“How big was it?” he asked, his brows furrowed.

I shrugged lightly, but it was Eli that stepped in. “No more than a ten mile radius.”

“Fifteen at best,” I added.

“That’s…not a swarm. A swarm is literally like…around your head. Christ, no wonder he flipped out. And you hogtied him in the back of the van.”

“What the hell were we supposed to do? He was freaking out.”

“And then you laid him next to the fucking mummy,” he huffed. “Good work. You made your teammate go insane,” he said, clapping us both on the shoulders. “Remind me to never go on a mission with you again.”

He turned to leave. “Hey!” Eli shouted. “What the hell are we supposed to do with the sarcophagus?”

“Why don’t you put it in your room and sleep with it for the night. See how you feel in the morning,” he shouted over his shoulder. 

I looked at Eli, still not sure what we were supposed to do with the fucking thing. “So…your room?”

 
I’m a stay at home mom that loves to read. Some of my favorite titles are Pride and Prejudice, Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, and Horatio Hornblower. I started writing when I was trying to come up with suggestions on ways I could help bring in some extra money. I came up with the idea that I could donate plasma because you could earn an extra $500/month. My husband responded with, “No. Find something else. Write a blog. Write a book.” I didn’t think I had anything to share on blog that a thousand other mothers hadn’t already thought of. I decided to take his challenge seriously and sat down to write my first book, Jack. I was surprised at how much I enjoyed writing. From there, the stories continued to flow and I haven’t been able to stop. I hope my readers enjoy my books as much as I enjoy writing them. Between reading, writing, and taking care of three small kids, my days are quite full.
 
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Title: Not Over You
Author: Whitley Cox
Release: October 1, 2022
Genre: second-chance, closet Dom, brat heroine, cop romance, romantic comedy, thanksgiving comedy, heroine with PTSD

She’s thankful for many things this year, but her ex moving back to town isn’t one of them.
Four years ago, Officer Jordan Lassiter swept Rayma Young off her feet, making the twenty-year-old finally feel safe and loved. His quiet, calm, take-charge attitude made it easy for her to trust him with all of her secrets—even the dark ones.
Eager to prove himself as a rookie cop, Jordan accepted a transfer too far away for their relationship to work. Heartbroken, they broke up but remained friends. Or at least that’s what she thought …
Three years later, Jordan’s back and thinks they can just pick up right where they left off.
Not happening.
Hurt and angry for ghosting her, Rayma has slammed her walls back up and not even Jordan and his patient control will convince her to give him back her heart.
But when they wind up at the same Thanksgiving dinner, it’s all Rayma can do to remain strong as happy memories begin to crack the protective shell she’s forged around her heart, while Jordan does everything he can to win her back.
Except give her the one thing she needs.
His trust.

“It’s date number six, Jordan …” Rayma said, exasperated, horny, and looking hotter than she’d ever looked—in her opinion. “Can you at least kiss me for fuck’s sake?”

Jordan’s mouth twisted as he tried to hide his smile. “You really don’t care who can hear you, do you?”

Rayma rolled her eyes. “Sure fucking don’t. This is all just a game to you, isn’t it?”

“Couldn’t be further from a game, Rayma,” Jordan said, ushering them forward as they waited in line for a busy new restaurant that had just opened up downtown. Rayma had been trying to get a reservation for ages since everyone in her classes was just raving about the place, but so far, she hadn’t had any luck. Jordan, however, appeared to have pulled some strings and they had a reservation for eight o’clock. 

She’d changed her outfit four times that night before finally deciding on an adorable but also ridiculously sexy long-sleeved black dress that hit her on her upper thigh and showed off what little cleavage she had in a lace-trimmed sweetheart neckline. Her black boots with the four-inch heels hit her knees, and the black leather jacket that she was also permanently borrowing from Pasha’s closet tied it all together perfectly. She kept her hair down in thick waves and wore tear-drop cubic zirconia earrings, because, well, she was a starving student, she ain’t got the scratch for diamonds. 

Even with Jordan’s reservations, the restaurant was still packed and people were forced to wait outside in the cold as the staff hurried to clear and re-set tables. 

She shivered where she stood, questioning her choice of attire since her entire thighs were exposed to the elements and a sharp breeze from the harbor was tickling her ass cheeks.

“Here.” He tugged her in front of him, wrapped his arms around her front and plastered her back to his chest. He pulled the sides of his open peacoat around her, enveloping her in his heat and decadent scent. “Better?” 

“Infinitely,” she said. She pushed her ass back against his crotch and was pleased with the slight hitch to his breath. At least he wasn’t immune to her advances and friend-zoning her, which was what she thought was happening after date number two and he still didn’t even kiss her. 

By date four she thought maybe she had bad breath or stunk. But after a thorough pit sniff and a lot of mouthwash, she determined that wasn’t the case, either. 

Date five had her ready to end things right then and there, but then when he said he made reservations at Ellapora since the owner was a friend of a friend, she decided she’d at least see how date seven went before she decided to cut the hot, celibate cop loose. 

She did another little hip shimmy and smiled to herself when he groaned and his cock jerked in his dress pants against the crease of her ass. “Careful,” he warned.

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.
 


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Title: Ride the Wind

Series: Devil’s Knights 2nd Generation, Book 8
Author: Winter Travers
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: September 29, 2022
Things just didn’t sit right with Zig.
The Devil’s Knights had been his whole life, but something urged him to find more. He had enough of the constant chaos and danger that came with the Knights. He longed for steadiness and freedom.
Sometimes when you look for more, you find the devil will still chase you even when you ride the wind.

Chapter One


Reese


“We’re going out tonight.”

I looked up from the half-decorated cake in front of me. “We are?” I tipped my head to the side and pushed my glasses up my nose. “It’s Wednesday.”

Kerry leaned against the stainless-steel counter and folded her arms over her chest. “Yes, we are, and I am going to ignore how you sounded like a hundred-year-old woman who lives with seven cats and is in bed by six. It doesn’t matter that it is Wednesday. We are young and going out for a night of fun.”

I scoffed and grabbed a piping bag filled with green buttercream. “I don’t think twenty-nine is young, Kerry.” I pipped green leaves around the pale pink rose and trailed a large fern toward the edge of the cake.

“But you aren’t dead, Reese. You’re closer to twenty-one than you are sixty, girlfriend. We’re going out tonight, and you are not going to weasel your way out of it.”

“Kerry,” I groaned. “I don’t want to go out. How about you come over to my place? I’ll order from that Indian place you like, and we can watch a movie. Oh,” I gasped, “We could even play Monopoly.”

Kerry buried her face in her hands. “Oh my god, Reese. You did not just suggest Monopoly?” she groaned. She scrubbed her hands down her face and sighed. 

What was wrong with Monopoly? It was a fun game. Who didn’t like to own Park Avenue and be a little doggie moving around the board? “What if I let you be the doggie?” I always was the dog, but if Kerry wanted to be it, I could let that happen this one time.

“Argh,” Kerry moaned. “I don’t want to be the dog unless you are talking about doggy style with a hot guy from the party we are going to.”

I snapped upright and scanned the area. “You can’t say that when we’re working!” Thankfully the bakers had left for the day, and it was just me and Kerry in the back of the bakery. 

Layers Bakery was my pride and joy. I had opened it three years ago, and even though I had scrimped and barely gotten by that first year, our doors were open, and the bakery was thriving now.

Well, as long as the cases kept selling out every day and the cake orders kept coming in, we were thriving.

“You and I are the only ones back here, Reese. Chill out. Tessa and Rue are taking care of the register, and they can’t hear us back here.”

I freaking hoped so. “They’re only seventeen, Kerry. Their parents would kill me if they knew you were talking about getting it on with some guy.” I switched to my pink piping bag and added a few tiny rosebuds.

“Pfft,” Kerry puffed out. “Your face would be beet red, and your ears would burn if you heard the things those two talk about while cleaning the cases.”

I shook my head. “I don’t want to know, Kerry. As long as they are working, I don’t care what they are talking about.” And what they talked about probably wasn’t that bad. I had been seventeen before and was not talking about doggy style or anything. “And I’m sure you are overreacting about what they talk about. Tessa and Rue are lovely girls.”

Kerry tapped her foot and pursed her lips. “You’re so sweet and delusional, Reese. You think the whole world is just swirls of sugary buttercream and peaks of fluffy meringue.”

I tipped my head to the side and smiled. “I don’t see anything wrong with that.”

She laughed lightly and pointed to the right corner of the cake. “You need a rose there.”

I wrinkled my nose. “You think so? I liked the open space there.”

“You’re the master cake decorator, but I think there needs to be a rose or something there.” Kerry shrugged. 

“Let me finish what I had in mind, and then you can tell me if you think there still needs to be a rose there.” I still had the border and another bunch of flowers to add to the cake before I wrote happy birthday.

“You’re the boss.” She held her hands in the air. “But I will tell you if it sucks when you’re done.”

I held up one finger. “Once in two years, you had to tell me that, Kerry, and I still argue that you were wrong.” I finally gave in that the cross I had piped looked slightly like a penis with flowers around it. Slightly.

“I saved you from serving that lady an Easter penis cake, Reese, and you damn well know it.”

I flitted my hand at her. “Go make sure Tessa and Rue are working while I finish this cake.”

Kerry pushed off the table and wiped her hands on her apron. “Fine, but you and I are going out tonight.”

I rolled my eyes and leaned over the cake. “Fine, Kerry. We’ll go out tonight, but I don’t want to be out past midnight. Jason is opening tomorrow, but I need to be here by nine to start on the cake orders for the weekend.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Kerry mumbled. “I’ll have you home by midnight, Cinderella. I work tomorrow, too.” She strutted through the swinging doors, and I was finally alone to finish this cake in peace.

I loved Kerry, but man, she could talk my ear off. And she was always trying to get me to go out with some random guy she met at the bar. This was new, however.

She usually went to some party without me and threw random guys she met but didn’t want for herself. Kerry was five years younger than me and still living her party days.

I was well past those days.

Hell, I never had those days.

Straight out of high school, I went to the local tech school, where I learned cake decorating. I worked wherever possible but always knew I wanted to own my bakery. For nine years, I worked two jobs at a time bouncing between grocery store bakeries and small bakeries until I had enough money for a down payment on my bakery. I didn’t have time to party and go out all the time.

Even now, I don’t have the time to do that.

I finished decorating the cake and called Kerry.

She pushed through the swinging doors with a donut and iced coffee in one hand. “I’m on break,” she called defensively.

As if I would say anything. Kerry talked nonstop, but she also worked her butt off.  “Come look at this and tell me if you still think I need something in the corner?”

Kerry moved in front of the cake and took a huge bite of her donut. “Have I told you that Ben’s deep-fried croissant donuts are amazing?” she muttered.

I rolled my eyes and squirted my leftover icing into the large bowl. “Are you buttering me up before you tell me the cake isn’t good?”

She finished chewing and took a sip of her coffee. 

“Kerry,” I whined. “Just tell me if it sucks or not.” I was confident in what I did, but I was still human. I knew that not everyone would like what I did and that I wasn’t always right. Maybe I did need something more in the corner besides just the border.

She tilted her head to the side and nibbled on the donut. “I mean…”

I was going to kick her in the shin if she didn’t spit it out. “You mean what?” I demanded.

“I mean, it’s gorgeous.”

I let out the breath I had been holding, and my shoulders sagged. “Thank god.”

Kerry moved to the side and leaned against the table. “As if you were actually worried. I’m just waiting for the day when I can find just one flaw in the amazing cakes you do.”

I emptied the rest of my bags and popped out the tips. “There are fifty flaws in that cake. I just covered them all with more buttercream.”

Kerry chuckled. “And I think that is what makes you a pro at this. You know how to make your mistakes into tiny little birds.”

I furrowed my brow. “There are no birds on the cake, Kerry.”

“That’s just Bob Ross coming out of me.”

“No idea what or who you are talking about.” I scrapped my spatula on the bowl and gathered all of my dirty tools. 

“Drop those in the sink. Rue is on dish duty tonight,” Kerry advised.

I dumped all the dirty dishes in the sink and wiped down the table.

Kerry grabbed a pale yellow and lilac-colored Layers Bakery cake box and slid the cake into the box. “I’m going to split right away at six. I’ll be at your place by seven.”

I grimaced and plugged the sink. “I was hoping you would forget.”

Kerry blew out a raspberry. “As if I was going to forget about going to a party at SOS.”

I squirted some soap into the sink. “SOS?” I asked. I had no idea what that was other than a distress call. God knows I was in distress since Kerry was making me go to a party.

“Sons of Sin motorcycle club,” she shrugged. 

“You say that as if it’s normal for you and me to go hang out with a bunch of bikers on a Wednesday night.” Kerry was insane. There was no way I would ever be able to marginally fit in at a motorcycle club.

My life was donuts, bread, coffee, and swirls of sugary buttercream. Motorcycles and the bikers who rode them didn’t enter into that world. Ever.

Kerry finished packing up the cake and set the order slip on top. “It’s not normal, but I’ve been to a few of their parties. They’re pretty fun.” She lifted the cake and walked to the walk-in cooler.

I followed her into the cooler and leaned against the wire shelf on the right. “I am not going to fit in at some Sons of Anarchy party, Kerry.”

“Sons of Sin,” she laughed. “I don’t think we’ll run into Opie and Jax tonight.”

I rolled my eyes. “That would be the only thing that could make me want to come with you.” 

“Jax and Opie could totally make me come, too.” Kerry winked at me over her shoulder and set the cake on the pick-up rack. “Clay could even get a rise out of me on a good day.”

I cringed and shuddered. “Oh my god, Kerry. You are insane.” I had watched Sons of Anarchy when it was on TV, and I knew there was no way Clay could evoke any feeling in me other than vomiting.

She threw her hand up in the air. “Don’t kink shame me, Reese. I can’t help that I might have a type that could do it for me?”

“It’s not your type if you don’t know if you like it,” I reasoned. 

“Well, you may be right. Maybe I’ll need to find a Clay tonight and see if he is my type.” She pointed her finger at me, and her eyes lit up. “And that is why you need to come with me. You need to be my wing woman. I need you there to ensure I find the right Clay and not some crusty Clay.”

I shook my head. “I think staying home and playing Monopoly is better than dodging crusty Clay’s at the local biker joint.”

Kerry cringed. “Don’t ever say biker joint again,” she winced. “I swear you are at least fifty.”

I raised my middle finger. “Does this look fifty to you?”

She shook her head. “No, but you staying home instead of coming out with me looks a hell of a lot like fifty. Might even look like seventy.”

That was it. If Kerry wanted me to go out with her tonight, and look for a Clay, then that was what she would get. “You better be at my door at six fifty-nine, or I’m not going.”

Kerry’s jaw dropped, and she clapped her hands together like a happy seal. “Yes,” she shouted. 

I wasn’t sure I had made the best choice, but it would at least shut Kerry up. Hopefully, tonight was a major bust, and she would never ask me to go out with her again.

That was all I could hope for.

*

Wall Street Journal and USA Today bestselling author Winter Travers is a devoted wife, mother, and aunt turned author who was born and raised in Wisconsin. After a brief stint in South Carolina following her heart to chase the man who is now her hubby, they retreated back up North to the changing seasons, and to the place they now call home. Winter spends her days writing happily ever afters, and her nights being a karate mom hauling her son to practices and tournaments.. She also has an addiction to anything MC related, puppies, and baking.

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Title: Royal Escape: A Romantic Comedy
Series: Royally Pickled
Author: JJ Knight
Genre: Romantic Comedy (stand alone)
Release Date: October 1, 2022
 
The hot mess everyone knows as Princess Lili is falling in love with one man and having wild monkey business with another. Yeah, I mean me. I’m the hot mess.
Don’t judge me. Not yet. There’s some back story.
First, I ran away from my royal duties.
I escaped to America, party hopping as the wild, red-haired lifestyle influencer Indigo Flame. I peddle everything from blue eye shadow to flavored pickles to get by.
Don’t judge me!
Then, I met the kind, sensitive artist Jesse Adams while looking like the real me — princess me. This is a problem. Huge. I can only see him in secret or the jig is up.
But then I discovered the Masked Man. I met him at a vampire ball dressed as Indigo. Within ten minutes, we were locking the door of the dressing room and things got hot.
I planned to lead a double life all along. I have to if I want to be free of my royal shackles.
But now I have a triple life? Quadruple?
All I know is that Jesse opens my heart, and the Masked Man opens … everything else.
And if I don’t get my act together, I’m going to lose everything.
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Royal Escape is a hot, hot, hot romantic comedy about a princess pretending to be an influencer pretending to be a princess, a man who can’t keep his hands off her (as long as he’s wearing a mask), a meddling Pickle family who opens a castle in Colorado without realizing the pretend princess is a real princess, and a triple-double twist that everybody sees coming — except the donkeys.
Royal Escape is the final book in the Royally Pickled trilogy, but can totally be read as a standalone.
 
 
 
 
 
I might be the only princess in history to stow away on her own private plane.

I’ve been curled up for close to eight hours in various pretzel positions.

And I’m about as flexible as a skillet.

I want to climb out of this luggage closet and lie on the bed.

And pee.

No, no. Not on the bed.

There’s a fancy bathroom at the back of the plane.

But Ruby will spot me, and she’ll report me in an instant. Ferron, the pilot, would probably turn the plane around.

I have to be clever and careful. Because at some point, my parents, the King and Queen of Avalonia, are going to notice that their youngest princess is missing.

By then, I need to be buried deep in New York.

I unlock my phone to bring up my USA BUCKET LIST. It’s everything I want to do while secretly in America.

1. Lose my virginity. This should be easy. I’ve watched dozens of American movies about dating and sex. I just need to look across a crowded room and spot the guy who will carry me into a romantic sunset.
2. Meet normal people. No one can know I’m the Princess. I want to live a regular life.
3. Have a killer 21st birthday. First one on my own. I have two weeks to make something happen.

Hopefully I won’t get caught before then.

 
JJ Knight is the USA Today and Amazon Top 100 bestselling author of contemporary romance and romantic comedy including Tasty Mango and Big Pickle.
 
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Title: Loving Rush
Author: Layla Jones
Genre: New Adult Romance/Love at First Sight Romance
Release Date: September 30, 2022
Cover Design: Angela Haddon
What would you do for love? Lux will do almost anything, including lie to the handsome stranger she meets at a hospital vending machine.
After another round of bad news regarding her health, she is figuratively and literally sick of doctor’s appointments, bland food, and no social life. So, it feels like fate when she runs into Rush.
Rush is kind and so f*cking hot. With him, the connection is instantaneous, and she wants to experience all he’s offering. That includes eating all the food, going to the ocean on the back of Rush’s motorcycle, dating, kissing, and maybe even falling in love.
Because she doesn’t know how much longer she has but what she does know is she wants to spend every second with him.
When Rush finds out the truth, will he forgive her secrets, or will it even matter in the end?

“I really loved how the characters in Loving Rush fit so well together and have a great chemistry with each other. How they meet is one of my favorites and how they have so much fun together. I love how as the story evolves and they do too. I love how they work together to solve a mystery and overcome the subsequent betrayal and how they find ways to overcome big challenges and obstacles along the way. I also like how the story shows that there are consequences for our choices that you can’t outrun no matter how good your intentions or how well meaning they may be but that doesn’t mean the end result won’t be ultimately great. I also love how much the characters care for each other like truly and how quickly they work as a team and trust each other so much. It’s definitely a bit spicy so if you like your stories on the hot side this is the book for you. Loving Rush is a great story with suspense, unexpected twists and turns and all kinds of adventures that create interesting results at times. This is one of those hard to put down books that I couldn’t stop turning pages to see what happens next!” ~ Debbie Davis

Chapter 1&2: Exile by Taylor Swift (feat. Bon Iver)
Chapter 3&4: Graveyard by Halsey
Chapter 5&6: Hold My Hand by Lady Gaga
Chapter 7&8: Let It Go by James Bay
Chapter 9&10: Hold On by Justin Bieber
Chapter 11&12: High Hopes by Panic! At the Disco
Chapter 13&14: Breathe Me by Sia
Chapter 15&16: Us: James Bay
Chapter 17&18: Open Arms by Journey
Chapter 19&20: No One by Alicia Keys
Chapter 21&22: Stay With Me by Sam Smith
Chapter 23&24: Arcade by Duncan Laurence (feat. Flectcher)
Chapter 25&26: Your Song by Elton John
Chapter 27&28: Someone You Loved by Lewis Capaldi
Chapter 29&30: Easy On Me by Adele
Chapter 31&32: When the Party’s Over by Billie Eilish
Chapter 33: Shallow by Lady Gaga & Bradley Cooper
Epilogue: All of Me by John Legend
Layla Jones grew up in the West and is the oldest of five. She’s lived all over the United States, but her favorite spot is Bandon, Oregon. There’s a little fudge shop along the boardwalk that she visits often. She grew up reading all sorts of mysteries and writes romance with a hint of suspense.

When she isn’t working on her next book, she enjoys reading, walks along the beach when the tide is out, binge-watching her favorite show (it varies from month to month), baking cupcakes, giant cookies, and meals for her family and friends.

Layla is married to her long-time love. They have three children and three dogs.
For inquiries, please email her at: bookloverlegion@gmail.com
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Layla’s books include:
Sleeping Roses
Touching Melody
Loving Rush
Trusting Logan (coming 2/17/23

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Title: Ghosts & Gravity

Authors: BT Urruela, Anne Malcom, Morgan Locklear, Jennifer Locklear, Shani Struthers, Becca Vry, Susan K. Swords, Kris Babe, Rumer Haven, Ai Tran, A.S. Orten, Christopher Winks, and D.L. Hartman
Genres: Short Stories, Romance, Paranormal Romance, Cozy Mystery, Historical Romance, Ghost Fiction
Release Date: November 11, 2022
Front Cover Design: Krys Janae
Interior and Back Cover Design: Lindsey Gray
Published by Locklear Books
New York City, 1972.
Between Central Park and the East River sits an apartment building as tall as a castle, and as orange as a sunset. The Wellraven barely pricks a skyline so grand, but it’s curious history reaches out through occupants, young and old.
Eleven stories chronicle the life and times of characters who cross paths, and share destiny’s fire escape. Ghosts, gravity, romance, and secrets weave the communal narrative.
Step into the elevator. Push any button, but try to remember your way back out. Not everybody makes it.
Proceeds from this limited edition anthology will benefit VETSports, a non-profit organization dedicated to providing Veterans with continuous opportunities to reintegrate into their communities through sports, community service, events, and partnerships.

BT Urruela: Author. Filmmaker. Model. Songwriter. Photographer. BT Urruela strives to promote a positive and healthy lifestyle through his work and contributions to various charities, as well as his commitment to the arts. http://www.bturruela.com/
Anne Malcom: Anne Malcom has been an avid reader since before she can remember, her mother responsible for her book addiction. Finding writing about alpha males and happily ever afters more fun than reading about them, Anne is not about to stop any time soon. https://www.annemalcomauthor.com/
Morgan Locklear: Morgan Locklear is a novelist and musician living on the Oregon coast. He writes romance adventures with a focus on humor, and a few ghosts thrown in from time to time. https://www.locklearbooks.com/
Jennifer Locklear: Jennifer Locklear writes the “wildly erotic” Constellation series in addition to Exposure, a Hollywood based romantic comedy, co-written with her husband, Morgan Locklear. https://www.locklearbooks.com/
Shani Struthers: Born and bred in Brighton, UK, Shani Struthers is the author of twenty-four supernatural thrillers (so far), some set in various locations in England, others in more far-flung destinations such as Venice and America. https://www.shanistruthers.com/
Rumer Haven: I’ve grown up (sort of) as a lover of books, Buffy, travel, and tarot. I’m an old soul with a penchant for the past and paranormal, and am probably the most social recluse you could ever meet. My writing loves to creep inside those interiors, spelunking through dimensions of time, love, and the soul. https://www.rumerhaven.com/home
Becca Vry: President & Founder of Muse Creative Consulting LLC, Best-Selling Author, Copywriter, Speechwriter, Artist, Soul City Corridor/Creative SOULutions collaborator, and Creative Consultant. https://musecreativeconsulting.wordpress.com/
Susan K. Swords: Susan is a lifelong reader and a lifelong aspiring author. She is also currently writing a sci-fi/fantasy novel. It’s never too late to follow your dreams. If you work for it, they’ll come to you. https://tinyurl.com/ypd5yb7z
Kris Babe: Reader, writer, editor. Marketer by day. Politically opinionated. Not fully dressed without a scarf. So many books, so little time. https://tinyurl.com/yadhhhyz
Ai Tran: Ai is from a family of historians, philosophers and story tellers. A Bay Area native, if she isn’t exploring the city or hiking in the woods, you can find her behind her notebook free-writing paranormal comedies. https://tinyurl.com/yckejd65
D.L. Hartman: Deb has been writing poems, short stories, and just nonsense since she could hold a fat Crayola. She always dreamed of someday being published. Now, her dream is coming true. She has spent much of her life moving around the USA, 43 times in her 65 years. She is an avid reader. https://tinyurl.com/muwzs5dp
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Title: Silent Chaos
Series: Love & Lyrics
Author: Nikki Ash
Release: September 29, 2022
Genre: Second Chance, Rock Star Romance
 
From USA Today Bestselling author Nikki Ash comes a hate to lovers, second chance, rock star romance.
Braxton
Our senior year, I promised my girl forever.
Forever, as it turned out, wasn’t enough. She told me so in her actions. When she took a match to my life, burning it to ash.
I headed to LA with my band—Raging Chaos—like we always planned, while Kaylee went to college, taking my damaged heart with her.
This was where our story was supposed to end.
Only six years later, our lives collide again.
Kaylee is the only thing I ever loved more than music, and I wish I could hate her for it, but the line between love and hate is thin, and often straddled.
And the thing about collisions? They result in deadly debris.
Kaylee
When you love someone, you let them go. But what I did was so much worse.
Because instead of pushing him away, I shoved Braxton straight over the edge.
I’ve spent the past several years avoiding him, trying to make things right.
When my reputation has been dragged through the mud, and I’m given the opportunity to clean it up, I have no choice but to cross paths with him again.
Being around Braxton is a harsh reminder of the way I lit his life up in flames, but I’m not sure he knows I’ve been burned, too.
If suffering in silence is the cost, I’ll pay the price to make things right.
I just hope our history won’t play on repeat and he’ll see me as more than the stupid girl with the lit match.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: Like real life, the characters are far from perfect, make morally gray decisions, and deal with subjects that may be sensitive for some readers. If you are looking for a safe romance, this series is not for you. Trigger warnings (which contain spoilers) can be found on my website.

 
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Title: In Her Eyes

Author: Erica Alexander
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: September 29, 2022
Cover Design: 100 Covers

Three missing women. Two shared fates. One epic love story.
He saved my life, then disappeared.
For fifteen years, I thought of him—this man I knew nothing about, not even his name.
In all of my fantasies about meeting him again, never could I have imagined it would be like this.
Him, a jaded police detective, more devastatingly handsome than I remember.
And I, a suspect in his investigation.
He doesn’t recognize me, and I can’t bear to confess who I am… not when he looks at me with so much anger and disdain.
But not even that can tarnish how I feel or shatter the fragile hope fluttering in my chest like a newborn butterfly.
To clear my name, I have to reveal my deepest secret. It’s the thing he loathes the most.
Now he’s locked in a battle with himself.
He needs my help to solve a murder, but he can’t bring himself to trust me.
Finding the killer is his fate, not mine.
If I do this, I risk becoming the murderer’s next victim.
But how can I say no when I’m his only hope?
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Title: BREN
Series: Secrets and Lies Series Book 4
Author: BJ Alpha
Genre: Dark Mafia Romance
Tropes: Age-Gap Romance, BDSM, Jealous/Possessive

Bren
She was in a crate.
A crate.
Ready to be trafficked on demand.
The sky blue, doe-eyed, blond girl, the epitome of innocence.
How wrong was I?
She’s been trained to please, to pleasure, and submit.
Over my dead body, will I let anyone touch her. Anyone but me.
She’s mine. Mine to protect. Mine to care for.
Mine.
But when truths come to light, they risk tearing us apart, and I’m left with the greatest decision of my life.
Do I set her free?
Sky
I grew up in a compound.
I’m known as Red Seven. Until him…
He gave me a name. A purpose. A life.
Everything I’ve ever wanted and never knew I needed.
Love.
But when secrets and lies come into play, I’m left broken. Destroyed.
I refuse to be the submissive I’ve been trained to be.
I need to find my own path and finally be free, but can we find a way for him to keep me when there’s so much at stake?
WARNING: This book contains triggers. It has sensitive and explicit storylines such as: human trafficking, strong sexual violence, sexual scenes with dubious consent, graphic violence and strong language. It is recommended for readers aged eighteen and over.
 
Sassy Southern Book Blog Review – “WOW!!! What a roller coaster of a ride!!! This book took me on so many emotions that I got whiplash!”
Goodreads Review – “BJ Alpha has hit it out of the park once again!!”
 

 
 
 
Hi! I’m BJ Alpha an author of steamy romance. I live in the UK with my hubby, two boys and three dogs. Making for a very active household.

I love to write feisty heroines and scorching hot heroes with dirty mouths. I really love Dark Romance so hope to move deeper into that genre.

As an avid reader and now turned writer, I love nothing more than a night in with a good book.

Let me know if I’ve forgot anything.

 
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Title: Let It Be Love
Series: Mustang Prairie Series
Author: N.D. Jackson
Genre: Contemporary Small Town Romance
Release Date: July 12, 2022
Cover Design: Truly Trendy PR
Eric
Falling in love with a pop starlet has its drawbacks
Lack of privacy, for one
Gossip, for another
But falling in love with Kiki Ramirez was the best thing I’ve ever done
And the stupidest
One story planted by her agent and now I look like a fool
Played by the starlet
Looking like a simp for the world to see
But none of its true and I can’t defend my woman how I want
The urge to fight for her, to defend her is too strong
Even against the Hollywood machine working hard to keep us apart
Kiki
Falling in love with a civilian wasn’t part of the plan
I didn’t believe in love
Not for me and not for my life
But a small town mayor was the man who’d torn down my walls
Snuck past my defenses
And now with our future hanging in the balance its up to me to find a way to make it all work
A crazy agent
A ravenous paparazzi
And a pregnant belly I’m powerless to hide
I want Eric and the life I see for us
But how can I invite this madness into his quiet, small town life?

“… enjoyable and engaging contemporary romance, which kept me happily turning the pages.”

“This story had me hooked.”

N.D. Jackson spends her days wandering the streets of whatever European city she and her husband finds themselves visiting or living in, creating new characters and new worlds for her novels, and she spends her nights cooking yummy vegan food and whipping up not-so-fancy but tasty cocktails for loved ones. Though a native of Chicago she currently lives in Romania and has slowly started to travel again, though she still longs for the days she could fill her passport with stamps from Germany, Amsterdam, Bulgaria, Czech Republic, France, Romania, Hungary, Austria and all the other places she’s visited.
Since she received her first library card at the age of 7, not a day goes by where she doesn’t read a page or chapter. Or finish a whole book. Her first novel, Conflict of Interest was published in 2014 at the ripe old age of she’s not telling and she had been entertaining readers with tales of love and romance ever since.
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