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BOOK BLITZ: The Monsters Within by Kody Boye #GIVEAWAY

The Monsters Within
Kody Boye
Publication date: June 15th 2020
Genres: Horror, Mystery, New Adult, Romance

Not all monsters can be seen.When Dean McAllen wins a writing fellowship that offers him the chance to escape his abusive homelife, he boards the first plane out of Utah and prepares for a life free of dysfunction.
Not long after arriving in the small town halfway across the country, he meets Brad Michelson. Kind, sweet, and caring, the fellow artist is everything Dean could ever want in a man. He’s also Dean’s first true shot at love.
But what Dean doesn’t know is that Brad harbors a darkness inside of him—and though Brad has struggled to hold it back his entire life, Dean will soon find that the monsters that dwell within Brad’s conscience are real, and out to destroy them both.

Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / iBooks / Kobo / Google Play—EXCERPT:We drove along a dark road that night. Flanked by cars that slowly but surely fell behind, I watched the vehicles traveling alongside us disappear as we advanced out of the city limits and onto the lost stretches taken only by farmers and their equipment. Beside me, Brad drove with the window down, one arm braced along the frame, his free hand around the wheel. He drove without a care in the world, humming softly to Top 100 on the radio; and I, left only to observe, watched the fields before us extend forever into the distance.“This is nice,” Brad said, tossing his fringe away from his eyes, “isn’t it?”“Yeah,” I replied. “It is.”His hair—which was lengthier on the top but shorn along the sides of his head—blew haphazardly in the wind, creating the impression that we were two kids doing nothing more than enjoying the world for what it was. He was twenty-one, I eighteen, fresh and new and completely and utterly enamored. I tried my hardest not to watch him out of my peripheral, but found myself doing that regardless.Remember, remember, the code to remember, I thought. Straight men get a pass because their love doesn’t last.Of course it didn’t. That was why it was stupid for me to even consider that this was anything more than just a casual outing. Besides—if anyone was going to make the first move, if they even were, it would be him.Which wasn’t going to happen.I drew in a long breath of the cool night air and smiled as the scent of grass and wildflowers entered my nose.“They have much of this up in Utah?” Brad asked.“I lived at the edge of Salt Lake,” I replied, “so it was mostly lots of flatland, mostly farms.”“There’s a lot of that here. But this—this is absolutely beautiful.” Brad smiled as he turned his high beams on. “Do you see?”The world bloomed before me. Wild, untamed, uninhibited—the grass extended on both sides of the road and was marked only by the separation of land with wooden fences and wire. Flowers dotted the area at various intervals, creating the impression that this place, though encroached upon by humanity, was untouched. It was utterly magical, in a sense—and, in a way, haunting.So far out, there were no lights to be seen; and with no traffic behind us, it was dark as it could.Normally, I wasn’t afraid of the night. Something, however, gave me cause for concern.But what was it?Was it the belief that we would simply pull over alongside the road and stop? Was it the fact that we could get stranded out here and not be found for hours? What, exactly, was it?I brushed the thought off as I considered it and cleared my throat as Brad continued to drive.“Something up?” he asked.“I… just realized that I haven’t asked you about your art.”“Oh. That.” Brad laughed. “No need to worry. It’s not like we’ve exchanged notes or anything like that.”“Still,” I said. “I’d like to see some of it sometime.”“My phone’s in the back seat if you want to reach back and grab it.”“You have it on your phone?”“All my stuff’s digital, and the files are in the cloud. Go ahead—grab it.”I twisted around, quickly located his phone, then loosened the seatbelt around my waist before leaning back and clawing at his phone.“What’s your PIN?” I asked, lowering my head and tilting the phone at an angle to avoid blindsiding him.“0434,” he replied.I started typing the numbers in.Brad inhaled.I looked up.He asked, “What the hell is that?”And I paled.Hovering alongside the road was what I at first assumed to be the rear lights of a car. The only problem was: they were too small to be from a car, and lower to the ground. And worst yet, they were moving.“What in the world…” I started to say.Brad pressed his foot down on the accelerator.The headlights shifted.A brief glimpse of fur could be seen.Then whatever it was lunged for the car.Brad jerked the wheel.We swerved to the left.He corrected.We centered along the middle of the lane.“What the fuck was that?” I asked.“I don’t know,” Brad replied, “I—”He paused.“What?” I asked, turning my head to face him. “Brad, why are you—”“Look behind us,” he said.I did.And saw that the red lights were moving—directly behind us.“It’s just the light reflecting off its eyes,” I said as Brad slowly began to accelerate the car. “Slow down, Brad. Everything’s going to be fine.”“It’s chasing us,” he said. “It’s fucking chasing us.”“Yeah it is. But we’re going to outrun it. We—”Brad increased his speed.The car continued to accelerate.The lights—or, more aptly, eyes—continued to pursue.But what was even more haunting was that they weren’t slowing down.No.They were speeding up.A low, trembling breath escaped me; and Brad, seemingly aware of this, pressed his foot even harder on the accelerator. Even as the car began to pick up speed, and the wind whipped through the open window, the figure kept pace—and I, so enraptured by its presence, could only watch as it continued to pick up speed.“It’s following,” I said. “It’s following us, Brad.”“It’s fucking chasing us!” the man yelled. “The goddamn thing is fucking chasing us!”“Go faster! Faster!”“I’m trying!” Brad screamed. “I’m fucking trying, Dean!”I twisted my head back toward the window.Saw that it was moving toward my side of the vehicle.Saw that it was attempting to come up alongside us.Brad, hysterically laughing—or, I should say, crying—at this point, refused to turn his gaze to the side as the figure continued to pick up speed.“Faster!” I said. “FASTER!”He slammed his foot on the accelerator.We went sailing forward.The speedometer passed sixty…Seventy…Eighty…Ninety.When we coasted one-hundred, I thought for sure that he was going to lose control and crash. But somehow, someway, he didn’t. He was able to maintain control of the vehicle.“We’re coming up on a curve,” I said. “Brad! Brad!”“I see it!” he cried. “I see the damn thing!”“Slow down!”“We can’t!”“Why?”“It—”I refused to turn my head, but apparently, he could still see it, because he continued to accelerate to a speed we shouldn’t have been going regardless of whatever was chasing us.We came along the curve.He began to slow.Then, suddenly, he lost control.Somehow, we didn’t flip. Instead, we began to spin at an alarming rate: once, twice, a third time, then a fourth. When the fifth and sixth revolutions took place, I opened my eyes, and saw a flash of red before them.“Brad!” I cried. “Brad!”Something grabbed me.I screamed.He screamed.The car spun three more times, then came to a stop.Head spinning, stomach lurching, I opened my eyes to find that there was absolutely nothing to be seen.Whatever was chasing us was gone.“Buh… Brad?” I asked, trembling. “Are you all right?”“I’m okay,” he said. “I’m… I’m fine.”“What the hell just happened?”“I don’t know, Dean. I… I don’t know.”

Author Bio:
Though he was born and raised in Southeastern Idaho, Kody Boye has lived in the state of Texas since 2010. His first short story, [A] Prom Queen's Revenge, was published at the age of fourteen. He has since gone on to publish numerous works of fiction, including the young-adult novels When They Came, The Beautiful Ones, The Midnight Spell and ALT CONTROL ENTER, as well as fiction for adults. He currently lives and writes in the Rio Grande Valley of South Texas.Website / Goodreads / Facebook / Twitter / Instagram / Bookbub

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BOOK BLITZ: Summer in Bliss by Freda Ann #GIVEAWAY

Summer in Bliss
Freda Ann
(A Bliss Cay Novella)
Publication date: June 5th 2020
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

Mia Everly is an independent, driven woman happily married to her career. She has everything—loving parents, a brother who’s her best friend, and the perfect companion any woman could ask for…her canine pal, Hope. When her traumatic past resurfaces, rocking her to the core, Mia questions her future.Dash Stevens, a Lieutenant with the county fire department, is a widowed father to his daughter, Allie. After three long years, he’s come to terms with single fatherhood. He insists that Allie is the only girl he wants in his life.Newly-neighbored on Bliss Cay, Dash and Mia’s worlds intertwine changing their lives forever. Will Mia get the answers she so desperately needs? Will Dash’s ambitious personality push her away or is his compassionate heart exactly what she needs to help her find them?In Summer in Bliss, wit and drive meets tragedy. Can the hunky fire lieutenant help Mia face her past and put her life back together?

Goodreads / Amazon——EXCERPT:“Aaaah!” Hack, hack. The pain was more than anyone should have to endure but she couldn’t move away. Held firmly against the sofa cushions, her life flashed before her eyes.She would never see them again. Her mom, dad, step-dad and brother. Not her grandparents, aunts, uncles or close friends either.No! I can’t die like this. After six long, tough years in the military where they pushed her to fight harder than she ever thought was possible—her life couldn’t end this way.“Aaaah! Help me!” Hack, hack. “Help, somebody! Aaaah!” Her throat was raw from the thick black smoke threatening every breath she took.Gasping for her next breath, the fiery pain chomping at Mia’s leg won the battle, consuming her as the room grew dark.Groaning from the pain waking her, she felt wet sandpaper raking over her face, again and again.When her eyes fluttered open, her senses returned and she felt a weight holding her against the bed. A twinge of pain crawled over her right thigh and using all of her strength, Mia pushed herself up and off the bed.Unable to breathe, she bolted through the house until she found a door taking her outside into the fresh air.She jumped from the porch landing onto the soft sand on all fours, gasping for air. Her head throbbed from her heart beating so loud.“Arf! Arf! Arf!”Trying to clear her lungs of the smoke, she breathed deeply and forced it out with an exhale. Breathe in, breathe out, she continued the pace while the pounding slowed.As something grabbed her, she flinched. Standing unsteadily, she twisted from its grip, her arm flying through the air but was stopped by a large, firm hand.“Mia, what happened? Did someone hurt you?” She stared up at the familiar hazel-blue eyes.“Where are they? How many are there?” He gripped her biceps as anger filled his eyes.“Bedroom…f—fire.” She forced the words out.

Author Bio:
Freda was born in southern New Jersey but grew up in Florida. She has loved writing her entire life. After retiring from a career in law enforcement, she knew it was time to fulfill her lifelong dream of being a published author.She's the author of The Hawaii Series, proudly named from her love of the beautiful Hawaiian Islands. It's a three-book series with all of them written as standalone books.Freda loves her large family, horses, dogs, cat, and close friends. She hosts monthly family dinners at her home in the country, which she shares with her husband.She loves baking (she owned and operated a cupcake business for years), cooking, yoga, crocheting, nature and traveling with the love of her life.What helps her write? Music makes her happy! If music doesn't give her the right motivation, she puts on a romantic movie, usually from the Hallmark Channel, which she can't get enough of!Freda speaks her mind and pushes perfection to its limit. She strives to be her best, most positive self she can be in life. With time, determination, and practice, she believes anything is possible.Website / Goodreads / Facebook / Instagram / Pinterest

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WANTED is LIVE! #GIVEAWAY #NewFromREHARGRAVE

WANTED by R.E. HargraveCover Design by The Graphics ShedGenre: Contemporary Romance (46k words)Release Date: June 9, 2020
An artist seeking redemption.A wanderer needing permanence.And the crazy that’ll make or break them.

Hyde Johnson is an erotic audiobook performer. A ‘Read By’ byline is too plain, and ‘Narrated By’ still doesn’t capture what he does. His livelihood is his passion. Performance art, the air he breathes.Which translates to a recluse who is a hot mess.He’s not eating right, he’s drinking more, and his family’s meddling is making it harder to stay on task.
Being designated the guardian of her young niece Tina is the last thing Gypsy Hartford expected.But when the State of South Carolina unceremoniously puts Tina in her care, Gypsyaccepts it’s time to grow up and stop floating from town to town. Where does she start when she has no degree, no real friends, and no family besides Tina?
A want ad could be the answer to both their conundrums. Or it might open a whole new can ofworms. Especially when you throw in a crazed author with an unhealthy obsession for her narrator.
WANTED: Someone to run errands, cook, and handle minor cleaning. Must be quiet and self-starting as I work nights and sleep during the day. Compensation negotiable, including transportation and board. Discretion a MUST.Only serious inquiries please.


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About the Author

Domestic engineer. Author. Burgeoning editor. And quite possibly certifiable. Believing every story can shine bright with a bit of tenacious tough love, R.E. Hargrave is thorough and to the point. 
An Audible bestselling author, she takes storytelling and manuscript polishing seriously, working with her authors and on her own creations to ensure they come to life, crawling from the pages and into the reader’s souls. 
Hargrave lives on the outskirts of Dallas, TX and is married to her high school sweetheart; together they are raising three children. A native ‘mutt,’ she has lived in New Hampshire, Pennsylvania, South Carolina, Alabama, Texas, and California. She is fond of setting her stories—which range from the sweet to the paranormal, to the erotic and horrific—on location in South Carolina and Texas.
Author LinksWebsite: https://www.rehargrave.com/Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/REHargraveTwitter: https://twitter.com/REHargraveBookbub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/r-e-hargraveAmazon: https://www.amazon.com/R.E.-Hargrave/e/B00ALX8VUWGoodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6579501.R_E_Hargrave

B@@K REVEAL: The Magic Ingredient by Lindy Miller

The Magic Ingredient
Lindy Miller
(A Bar Harbor Holiday Novel)
Publication date: October 13th 2020
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

The end of summer is approaching, but even at the height of Bar Harbor’s tourist season, Eve Silver is having a hard time keeping enough dough in the bank to sustain the family bakery. Her only hope of paying past due bills is to win the catering bid for the town’s upcoming Harvest Happening festival. Otherwise, it’ll be lights out for Mount Desserts by Christmas.
Widower Jeff Perry is moving with his twelve-year-old daughter, Candy, from Manhattan to Maine with one goal: starting over. When sparks fly between Jeff and Eve as the town readies for the annual harvest festival, Candy wishes she had a love potion to help her dad fall in love again.​Will Eve be able to save Mount Desserts—and open her heart to Jeff—by the most bewitching night of the year?It’ll take a lot of love, a little bit of luck … and just a pinch of magic.

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Author Bio:
Lindy Miller is an author of feel-good love stories that are full of sweet moments and happy endings. She believes the best time to fall in love is during the holidays, preferably over a cup of warm tea or a delicious vegan pastry - two things she can't get enough of.A free spirit, Lindy loves to travel and has a soft spot for Bar Harbor, Maine though she grew up at home in the South. She is married to her childhood sweetheart and bakes as often as she can for her husband, son, and pets - especially her golden retriever, Finn, who has a tendency to show up in her stories (and her Instagram!)Lindy is represented by Gandolfo Helin & Fountain Literary Management and supported by Smith Publicity.Member Romantic Novelist Association (RNA).Website / Facebook / Twitter / Instagram

BOOK BLITZ: False Start Fairy Tale by Kelly St-Laurent #GIVEAWAY

False Start Fairy Tale
Kelly St-Laurent
Publication date: June 9th 2020
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

Adèle Villeneuve is attempting the impossible. At twenty-four she’s opened an events company in her small French village, which at last count has a population of 1501. Even her parents tried to stop her. But Adèle has a plan. Or, at least she did.Then the Reniers returned to town.Aside from the dilapidated chateau that’s sat in ruin for the past forty years, Saint-Germain is known for one other thing: a bitter feud between the Reniers and the Villeneuves that has gone on for so long no one remembers how it started. It’s practically folklore, a hatred so deep it ended with the Reniers leaving France back in the eighties, never to be seen or heard from again.Until now.With the feud reignited, Adèle’s quiet life is upended. Even more so when she finds out that the Reniers are not only refurbishing the chateau but also opening a competing events company. When Finn Renier, the alluring son of her father’s enemy, offers her a truce that could save her business, she makes a decision that goes against her family, a choice that changes everything.As she finds herself falling for the one person she’s not supposed to, secrets and lies become entangled, a dangerous truth threatening to be revealed.Because Finn isn’t all that he seems.And the Reniers didn’t just return to Saint-Germain for a fresh start.

Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / iBooks / Kobo—EXCERPT:“How about a drink?”I stare at him, certain that he’s joking. “A drink?”“Yeah.”He says it with such confidence. I can’t imagine what it’s like to walk around with that level of self-assurance. “I can’t have a drink with you.”“Why not? You did last Friday.”“You showed up at my table. Uninvited, I might add. And that was in Laval. My papa’s office is right over there and he would disown me if he saw me speaking with you, let alone having a drink with you.”He watches me closely. “Do you always do what your dad wants?”“No.” The moment I say it I have my doubts.“So, have a drink with me.”“Sure,” I say sarcastically. “We’ll go into the café where Gloria’s only known me all my life. I’m sure she won’t tell Papa.”A subtle hint of annoyance crosses those cover model features of his. “Are you serious about not being seen in public with me?”“Are you serious in not realizing why?” I glance around, worried that we’ve been talking too long. Saint-Germain’s gossips have eyes everywhere.“Adèle, it’s just a drink. I’m not asking you to marry me.”My mind conjures up an image of him in a suit, standing at an altar, watching me, teary-eyed as I walk down the aisle. Appalled at my disturbing, traitorous thoughts, I get to the point. “Our families are at war.”“Should I be sharpening my sword?” he asks. “Or will it be pistols at dawn?”Both those words are far too phallic for my liking. “Surely you have something better to do, like repair your dilapidated château so you can put me out of business.”“The workers start next week.”“Well…” I have no comeback to that.“If you won’t drink with me, will you at least take a walk with me?”“Why?” I ask, confused.“Because I’m new to town. Aren’t you supposed to be friendly to newcomers?”“There are plenty of other people you could ask,” I tell him.He chuckles at that. “As far as I can see, there are two other people my age in Saint-Germain. You and your cousin.”“Then ask her,” I say.“I’m asking you.”My heart does an unmistakeable flutter, proving itself to be as traitorous as my thoughts. I realize I need to be blunt. “The only way you could ever get me to drink with you is if it was to toast your family’s departure from Saint-Germain.”He moves even closer. “We’re not going anywhere.”“Then I suppose you’ll have to get used to drinking alone.”The air between us thickens, his eyes glancing at my lips. For a fleeting second I think he might kiss me. For a horrifying moment, I think I want him to. But then it passes, like temporary psychosis. Still, a worrying realization persists.I cannot trust myself around Finn Renier.

Author Bio:
From the moment when she believed that the worlds inside the television were real, Kelly St-Laurent has run away with her imagination.Born in one of the most beautiful corners of the planet, she spent her childhood inspired by the mountains and oceans of New Zealand, constantly wondering about the places beyond the horizon. At age nineteen she decided to find out and hopped a plane to Canada. And, so began her love affair with the Great White North, that has come to be her second home.Prior to writing her first novel in 2016, Kelly worked as a production coordinator in visual effects where she got to help bring fairies, dragons and monsters to life.Kelly currently lives in Montreal with her husband Alex and their Shetland Sheepdog Bucky. When she isn't writing, she's often found re-watching her favorite films with a wine in hand.She still believes the world inside her television is real.

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BOOK BLITZ: Billionaires on the Beach {Boxset} #GIVEAWAY

Billionaires on the Beach: A Sweet Billionaire Romance Boxset
Published by: Enchanted Quill Press
Publication date: June 1st 2020
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

Sink your teeth into this addictive anthology of gorgeous Billionaires finding true love on the beach.Billionaires on the Beach is a limited collection of stories from clean and wholesome authors.Packed with adorable meet-cutes, swoon-worthy romance and so many happily ever afters, you’ll be left beaming ear to ear by the end.This collection includes:
Forbidden romanceSecret BabiesFake marriagesSecond ChancesEnemies to loversSun, sea and sandAnd many heart-soaring dates!
This anthology is the perfect staycation for readers who enjoy sweet and clean Billionaire romances. Only available for a limited time. Scroll up and one click now to get started.

Goodreads / Amazon—SNEAK PEEKS:
“The Billionaire’s Nanny” by Laura BurtonBenjamin’s smile turned to a look of horror as she waved her phone at him.“I’ve followed you on Instagram.”Benjamin dragged a hand through his messy hair and looked away with a sheepish smile.“Ah. You found me, then.” He stooped down and picked Maggie up in his arms. She cuddled into him, wrapping her arms around his neck.“Benjy,” she said in a baby voice. The sight made Krista melt inside.“You were right. You are fun.”And insanely sexy, she added silently with a smirk.“Well, you might notice I haven’t posted for a month,” he pointed at her phone as he bobbed Maggie up and down. Krista got to her feet and patted the sand off her legs.“Well, I’m sure your 1.2 million followers miss you. Let me take a picture of you with Maggie.”Krista positioned her phone up to capture a picture of Benjamin stooping his head low against Maggie’s brow. She looked up at him with big eyes and her hand touched his cheek. The two of them were perfectly framed by the sunset and glowed dark against the ocean.“Your followers will die when they see this.”—“My Real Life Time Out” by Rimmy London“The way you navigate the world around you—the way you care for it. There’s something so genuine about you that makes me want to be more. I love being around you. Everything about you.” He paused to take a shaky breath. “I just wanted to tell you now instead of pretending I didn’t feel anything…because I do.” His gaze was tentative, vulnerable and so unusually insecure. He’d said the perfect words, all smothered in simmering glances like butter. — “I Never Told You” by Jessie CalJess finally shoved the last piece of her s’more into her mouth. “I think it’s time to call it a night,” she said with her mouth full, and his heart ached a bit. Thoughts of holding her in his arms and watching the night sky flooded his mind, and he shook his head like shaking off a spell.“Do you need help getting Bill’s grandkids in the tent?” he offered, standing with her.“That would be great.” She squeezed his arm as a thankful gesture, and he forced himself to ignore the electricity that came with her touch. “If you can carry Zach, I’ll pick up little Cole.”Even in the way she dragged her feet, he could tell she was tired. His mind suddenly conjured an image of him pulling her into a comforting embrace, but he pushed it aside.After laying the last boy down inside the tent, he stepped out only to find himself standing in front of her again.“Thank you.” She let out a tired sigh. “You must be exhausted.”“I enjoyed every minute of it, though,” he said, flashing her a soft smile. “Minus the shark incident, of course.”She blurted out a laugh then covered her mouth so as not to wake the kids. “Really? Cause that was the highlight of my day.”“You’re mean.”She stifled another laugh. “Good night, Logan.” She leaned in and wrapped him in a hug. Her hair smelled like salt water which was oddly comforting. When she pulled back, he grabbed her hand. He had no idea why, or what he would say. And she was looking at him, waiting for an explanation, but he didn’t have one. He simply wanted to hold her hand.No, that wasn’t true. That wasn’t all he wanted.He opened his mouth to speak, to tell her about all the crazy flutters he’d been feeling in the pit of his stomach all night, but then she looked down at their fingers laced together, and he no longer knew what to say. What was she thinking? Did she like the way it felt as much as he did? Should he just pull her into his arms and kiss her?“I think being on this island is messing with our heads,” she whispered, slipping her hand out of his and pulling away. “Good night, Logan.”And there was his heart again, racing at the sound of her saying his name. “Good night, Jess.”

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BOOK BLITZ: The Longing of Lone Wolves by Lana Pechercyzk #GIVEAWAY

The Longing of Lone Wolves
Lana Pecherczyk
(Fae Guardians, #1)
Publication date: June 8th 2020
Genres: Adult, Fantasy, Romance

He bargained with her to break his curse. She stole his heart instead.Rush is a Fae Guardian, a wolf-shifter whose enhanced abilities have made him a ruthless protector of Elphyne. His job is to protect the realm from the human enemy, and to ensure the sins of the past never come to pass again lest magic die forever. But one night of weakness resulted in a curse worse than death – exile. He now spends his lonely time longing to be part of the living, once again protecting them from monsters… until one washes up on the shores of his lake.
Clarke is human. She’s beautiful, feisty, and fierce. She’s also the only person who can see him, speak to him, and touch him. If he hands her over to the Order, she’s his ticket to having his curse removed. The more he learns about this human enemy, the more he realizes she’s not the monster he’s been trained to believe. In fact, she’s capable of inciting passion he’d never dreamed possible again, but Clarke has a message from the past… sins are already repeating. This time, if they don’t stop the coming evil, it won’t just be magic that dies. It will be everything.
The Witcher meets Beauty and the Beast in this gripping, epic fantasy featuring steamy romance, a dash of time travel, a band of brothers, shifters, fae protectors and their strong willed women from our time. If you love your books full of page turning action, intrigue, and romantic tension then this book is for you. For fans of Kristen Ashley’s Fantastical series or Sarah J Maas’s adult fantasy romance.

Goodreads / Amazon—EXCERPT:As Clarke wended down rocky terrain, the snow melted and revealed fresh dirt and abundant nature. The more they descended, the grumpier she got. Something shifted inside when she saw how the world had changed because of the way she’d lived her old life. Death had been on one side of the mountain and life on the other. Even though she’d had a part, she didn’t want to be lumped in with humans who’d intentionally destroyed the world.The fae’s words came back to her. “We don’t choose the rules of life, but if we don’t follow them, we’re destined for nothing.”“You know,” she said as she dodged a divot in the path. “We’ve been walking for hours and you still haven’t told me your name.”She was also tired, itchy, and hungry.The fae nudged her between the shoulder blades. She almost lost her footing.He may have a giant sword, scary mother-fucking teeth, and a powerful body she was sure could snap her in two, but her instinct just wasn’t feeling the fear. He had the ability to control her words and her actions, yet he’d only just used the power. She rounded on him.“Take these off me,” she demanded. “Free me.”He looked down his nose and flicked his gaze to the restraints. Her breath stuck in her throat and, for a moment, she thought her instincts needed a serious talking to. But then he moved toward her. Fast.With a speed that left her breathless, and a flick of his powerful hand, his bone knife sliced through her restraints. Clarke’s fists dropped to her sides.He leaned forward, his menacing presence only inches from her face. And then he sniffed, nostrils flaring as he trailed his nose along her cheek, jaw and neck. Where he stayed. Hot air puffed out as he exhaled, and goosebumps erupted over her flesh. The tattoo under his eye flared, casting an eerie blue glow as he bared sharp teeth and bit the air, snapping with an audible click.Clarke squeaked. A tremble of fear skated up her spine.He raised a brow. “It matters not if you are free. You will not run.”“And why not? Because you’ll compel me to stay?”“Because, woman,” he growled, mouth curving into a wild, wicked grin, “I am the reason for those goosebumps on your skin. I am the reason children have nightmares, and in there”—he pointed into the shadowed woods only a few hundred feet away—“there are far worse things than nightmares. I am the reason you will live to breathe another day.”“So I need a monster to fight a monster, is that it?”Stupid woman. Stop provoking the beast.His eyes narrowed and held her gaze.An unearthly howl came from deep within the woods. At least, Clarke thought it was a howl. It could be any manner of creature in this foreign place. His pet wolf stiffened and raised his hackles.Watching the woods, the fae stilled in a way that was wholly inhuman. He reached for his sword. Fingers locked tight around the hilt. Knuckles whitened. His ears pricked up straight.Leaves rustled and trees whispered that night was falling. Then the tension left his shoulders and he let go of the sword. He tossed a self-righteous look at her, and then swaggered away, continuing toward the very forest that had caused him concern only moments before.Goddamn it. She wanted to stomp her feet.Smug, smug bastard.She should leave just to spite him. But where would she go? To the human city that brutalized fae and animals through a barbed wire ceiling? The one the source of her dread came from? No thanks. She had to face facts. She was in a strange place and on her own. There were dangers out there in the night, and her gut said to go with the fae. He had the upper hand.She hurried to catch up, for she knew something he didn’t. She could make friends with nightmares. She’d had practice.

Author Bio:
Lana Pecherczyk is an author from Western Australia. She makes a mean chocolate cake and is a fan of 'pro-caffeinating.' She writes kick-ass, action-packed, sometimes funny romance in all sorts of sub-genres - Paranormal, Fantasy, Superhero, Sci-fi and a dash of Contemporary. Basically, if it's got swoony men, strong women and page turning action, then she'll write it. She also wins love by daylight, fights evil by moonlight.Website / Goodreads / Facebook / Twitter / Instagram / Newsletter

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British Banger: A Hero Club Novel
Jennifer Woodhull
Publication date: May 31st 2020
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

British accents should come with a warning label. When they’re attached to deep, baritone voices that belong to sexy, cocky men, you should have to sign a waiver.Most people wouldn’t touch short-term rental properties, but since my business partner took off with my client list, I need every deal I can get. Enter, one insanely sexy and completely exasperating Camden Reid.The smug executive found fault with every property I showed him. Too cramped. Too feminine. Too far from a decent pub.His demands were ridiculous, and I couldn’t wait to be rid of him and his British bangers.Somewhere between the first property and the zillionth, though, my attraction to Camden grew impossible to ignore.His insane demands finally met, the arrogant Adonis proposed we christen his new temporary home.Little did I know how addicted I’d become, or just how unforgettable my time with Camden would be.After all, I knew we had an expiration date.All good things must come to an end, right?Except our ending was one I didn’t see coming.British Banger is written in the world of British Bedmate (Dear Bridget, I Want You). It features Bridget, Simon, and Calliope, along with a cast of new characters to fall in love with.

Goodreads / Amazon—EXCERPT:“Cam, did I hear you say you’ll be visiting the States soon?”I blow out a breath. “I am. Six long months. It will never pass fast enough for my taste.”“You never know. There’s a lot about America I’ve grown to love.” Lucas replies, squeezing his daughter and depositing a kiss on her cheek.We spend a few more minutes catching up with our friend and head back to our building where I join Ash in his office.“You sure you’ve got everything you need for this deal, Cam?”“You worry too much, Ash. You know me. Takeovers are my business. I’ll get them to sign the contract and I should be able to comb through all the assets in no time. I’ll figure out what we should keep, what we need to peel away, and if there is anything we should add to our portfolio. If I’m lucky, I can do it in five months instead of six and get home sooner.”“I won’t lie. I’m sort of glad you don’t love it out there. I’d hate for you to decide you’re staying. Wouldn’t be the same running the place with my partner half a world away.”“You’ve nothing to worry about there. I’ll be counting the days until I can get back to my flat, my office, and my local pub.”

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Jennifer Woodhull writes romance with heat, heart, and satisfying happily ever afters. Her titles include the popular friends-with-benefits romance, The Dating Alternative, second-chance romance The Last Virgin in Texas, and her entry into the Cocky Hero Club World, British Banger.Jennifer currently lives in Tennessee with her real-life book boyfriend and their yellow lab, who can be more persuasive than any roguish hero. She travels to her family home in England often, and has been known to plot novels and write pages of dialogue on her phone from planes, trains, and automobiles (though not while driving, because safety first).Website / Goodreads / Facebook Page / Facebook Group / Twitter / Instagram / Bookbub

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Acts of Atonement
Eleanor Aldrick
(Men of WRATH, #1)
Publication date: June 5th 2020
Genres: New Adult, Romance, Suspense

Unattainable. That’s what he is.Thirteen years my senior, my uncle’s best friend, and my father’s business partner. The man could not be any more untouchable if he lived on the moon itself.William Hawthorne has haunted my dreams for the better part of my teenage years. Coming in like a dark knight on the most tragic of days, he swooped in and quietly guided me back to sanity, offering me the support I so desperately needed.Over the years I’ve done my best to stay away, recognizing he is utterly off-limits. And avoiding him has worked… until now.A series of events have landed me on his doorstep. Literally. I’m both the nanny and his charge, making it practically impossible to stay away.Closing the distance to my new home, I remind myself of what I know to be true. Life is cruel and its penchant for torturing me hasn’t changed.It seems the sins of my past have finally come to bite me in the ass, and keeping my secrets will now be harder than ever.I try to swallow around the ball of emotions stuck in my throat but it’s useless. Letting William see me, the real me—all battered and broken inside, pining after a love I cannot have—is not an option.As the front door swings open I give myself one last warning. But I have to wonder, will it be enough?

Goodreads / Amazon—EXCERPT: William
I GRIP THE RECEIVER tightly against my ear, hearing my knuckles crack from the exertion. “What do you mean Harper hasn’t been picked up?”“Mr. Hawthorne, as I already stated, your wife has yet to pick up Harper from our mother’s day out program. We’ve attempted calling both numbers in the system, but this is the first time I’ve been able to get ahold of anyone.” The snarky tone of the woman’s voice grates on my nerves as I try to make sense of what’s going on. “Someone must pick Harper up immediately or we will be forced to call Child Protective Services. We will be left with no choice but to report this sort of negligence.”“I’m on my way now…” I pick up my keys and begin to head out the door. “And ma’am, if you ever threaten me again, I’ll personally ensure you never see the inside of a childcare facility for the rest of your damned life.” A huff of outrage escapes the woman, but I continue. “Seeing as how this is the first time we’ve received a call like this, threatening with CPS involvement for what may be tantamount to mere miscommunication is absolutely ridiculous.” Seething with anger, I end the call before she has an opportunity to respond. Nobody comes between me and my child. Nobody.
I get into my blacked-out Range Rover, slamming the door behind me. How dare this woman even insinuate that CPS needs to get involved. Over the past six months, Harper has been timely picked up and not one complaint has been issued.Sure, it probably wasn’t smart to threaten the person who currently holds my child in her care, but she definitely knows who I am and knows I have the power to make that threat a reality.
I dial Heather’s number again as I speed my way down the road. No answer. Where in the hell is she? I try and recall if she told me to pick up Harper, but nothing comes to mind. Heather had been acting distant lately—more than usual—but I honestly couldn’t be bothered to ask what the hell was wrong.It’s no big secret I hadn’t married out of love. Heather was one of many women I kept on constant rotation.I know, I know… what a manwhore. But if you grew up like me, seeing the example my parents set, a relationship would be the last thing on your radar too. For fuck’s sake, they made Peg and Al Bundy look like Mr. and Mrs. Cleaver.After a couple of months of ‘dating’ Heather, we found out she was pregnant. Not wanting my child to grow up in a broken home, I did what I thought was right and asked Heather to marry me. She initially jumped at the idea of marriage and a family, so I was extremely surprised when I found a pamphlet on abortion laying on her nightstand. When I confronted her, she said she was ready for marriage but wasn’t sure she was ready to be a mother, reasoning that she had to keep her ‘trophy wife’ figure.I roll my eyes at the memory of it all. The only reason I was marrying her was for our child and she was going to get rid of it?
I was upfront and honest with Heather, telling her that I would only marry her if she was keeping the baby; otherwise, there would be no point in staying with her. Now before you get all up in arms about it being her body, her choice—the decision of whether or not I married her was never intended as extortion or bribery, it was just the mere truth of the situation. She was a hot fuck turned baby momma, not the love of my life, and marriage would only come into the equation if my child were involved.I may be many things, but a deadbeat father would never be one of them.
Heather quickly changed her tune and developed a sudden case of baby fever. Not seeing it for what it was—the first red flag—I foolishly believed her change of heart, refusing to acknowledge what truly lay beneath it all.Fifteen minutes later, I’m at St. Albert’s ready to see my little girl and get her the fuck out of there. Approaching the main office, I see that Harper is being held by an older woman with salt and pepper hair pulled back into a tight knot.“Mr. Hawthorne, so good of you to make it.” Ignoring the sarcasm, I take Harper from the woman’s arms. “I’m Mrs. Morgan, we spoke on the phone.” She pats Harper on the head and continues with her mock concern. “We were unable to locate Mrs. Hawthorne. We do hope everything is okay.”“Can’t kill the Devil,” I mumble under my breath.“What was that?”“Nothing. I was just saying I’m sure she’s fine. It was probably a mix up in Harper’s schedule.” I move to pick up Harper’s bag and notice an envelope sitting on top of the baby gear. “Was this envelope here before drop off this morning?”The shrew turns back around, a fake smile plastered across her face. “Why, yes. I do believe so. Your wife must have left it in there by accident.” The woman nervously fidgets with her wire-rimmed glasses before continuing. “We didn’t open it of course. It is addressed to you, after all.”Didn’t open it, my ass. I’m sure she’s already read it and it’s made its way around the facility. Shaking my head, I turn around without a second glance and head back to the SUV, ready for this day to be over.
Back at the house, I put Harper down for her nap and make my way to the study, dreading whatever lies inside of the mysterious envelope. Multiple possibilities assault my mind as to what it could be, but in the back of my mind I already know.She’s left us…. Well good riddance, she could go to Hell for all I care.
A pang of guilt hits me full force as I have these thoughts. No matter how shitty of a mother she is, Harper still deserves to have her in her life, even if it is in the smallest capacity.I pour myself a tumbler of Macallan and sit at the large mahogany desk anchoring the room. With a deep sigh, I pick up the large manila envelope and unfold the flap, dumping out its contents.The first thing I see is a letter in Heather’s handwriting, attached to it is a petition for divorce and relinquishment of custody. From the looks of the documents, she must have been planning this for a while. Enough time to hire an attorney and get our assets all divvied up and outlined.I start with Heather’s letter, in it she shares how she’d come to the conclusion that being a wife and mother wasn’t what she’d really wanted out of life but that she wished me and our one-year-old the best of luck.Really, Heather? I’m sure a one-year-old child prefers half-hearted well wishes to the actual presence of her own mother.Finally getting to the divorce papers, I see she has overstepped the boundaries of our prenup. I already see what a huge clusterfuck of a battle this is going to be. I hope she doesn’t think she’s getting a dime. After all, she’s the one who is walking out on our family.Shaking my head free of the fog it’s in, I start to make plans for Harper. For her sake, someone needs to have their act together in this relationship. I pick up my phone and dial my sister’s number.
Ashley picks up on the third ring. “Hey big bro. To what do I owe this honor? You never call me during the week.”“Well.” I run my fingers through my hair, tugging at the ends. “My life has taken an unexpected turn…”
I fill her in on the details of today’s events, ending with a plea for help. Ashley agrees to come and stay with us for a month until I’m able to set up a permanent nanny situation because there is no way in hell I’m taking Harper back to St. Albert’s after today.“I’ll get the jet out to you tomorrow morning. My assistant will email you the specifics once everything is confirmed.”I let out a big sigh of relief, taking a grateful sip of amber liquid. Maybe, just maybe, Harper and I can come out of this unscathed.





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Stranded
Jessica Frances
(In Midsummer, #1)
Publication date: May 29th 2020
Genres: Adult, LGBTQ+, Mystery, Romance

One small town. One hot sheriff. One night of passion. One massive cold shoulder. One murder. One suspect. One chance.
I’m furious when my car breaks down in the small, quiet town of Midsummer, Arkansas. Then I meet the incredibly hot town sheriff and hope that things might be looking up. Unfortunately, that encounter sours fast, leaving me ready to put this town in my rearview mirror. That won’t be easy though, since my car has left me stranded here. Now I’m trapped in a town that has nothing to offer me.Or does it?When an opportunity presents itself that could see me staying longer than expected, I begin to notice Midsummer’s charm. I start to wonder if maybe staying won’t be such a bad thing. Even the sheriff is beginning to thaw toward me.That is until someone commits murder and I become the number one suspect.Can I convince everyone I’m not the murderer? Or will the real killer walk free?

Goodreads / Amazon—EXCERPT:“What was the deal with his father then?”“Sheriff Stone Green was a tough son of a bitch. I don’t remember him too well, but the times I saw him, I remember being scared of him.”“Wait, wait!” I gasp, holding my hands and making us stop walking while I stare at her in open amazement. “You’re telling me his father was named Stone?”“Yeah.”“And he named his son Rocky?”Love laughs. “Yep.”I shake my head in laughter as we begin walking again. “What the hell did Green name his daughter? Pebbles?” I gasp, chuckling hard at my own joke before I find myself tumbling over a boulder. Except, I can’t stop my fall, and when I land, I realize whatever I’ve landed on feels soft.And squishy.And it stinks.“What the hell?” I mumble, using my arms and elbows to shift myself up before I realize just what broke my fall.Or, more accurately, who.A freaking body.A freaking dead body!

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Jessica lives in Adelaide, South Australia. When she is not writing, you can find her reading, napping or watching excessive amounts of TV. Connect with her on Facebook and Goodreads.

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