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Title: It Must've Been the MistletoeAuthor: L.P. DoverGen...

Title: It Must've Been the MistletoeAuthor: L.P. DoverGenre: Holiday / Contemporary RomanceRelease Date: December 18, 2017
Cover Design: Regina Wamba at Mae I Design Finding your soul mate is a dream Adeline Hamilton thought was just that … a dream. After several failed relationships, she realizes she’s not capable of falling in love. The only passion she’s ever had is teaching U.S. History at the local high school. 
A week before Christmas, Adeline is all set for her best friend’s wedding, even though she dreads having to go to it alone. But when she’s given a Christmas wish that could change her future forever, she’s whisked away to the past, to a completely different place and time. It’s also when she meets him, William Blair, the man who steals her heart.As their relationship grows, Adeline realizes that true love does exist. What she doesn’t know is that her wish can’t last forever, that soon she’ll have to leave the past behind. Will Adeline and William find their way back to each other? Or will their love have to stay where it all began . . . in 1865? With mistletoe and Christmas magic, anything’s possible.

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author L. P. Dover is a southern belle living in North Carolina with her husband and two beautiful girls. Before she began her literary journey she worked in periodontics, enjoying the wonderment of dental surgeries.She loves to write, but she also loves to play tennis, go on mountain hikes and white water rafting, and has a passion for singing. Her two youngest fans expect a concert each and every night before bedtime, usually Christmas carols.Dover has written countless novels, including her Forever Fae series, the Second Chances series, the Gloves Off series, the Armed & Dangerous series, the Royal Shifters series, the Society X series, the Circle of Justice series, and her standalone novel Love, Lies, and Deception. Her favorite genre to read and write is romantic suspense, but if she got to choose a setting in which to live, it would be with her faeries in the Land of the Fae. HOSTED BY:

A Steel Heart, an all-new sexy and emotional standalone f...

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A Steel Heart by Amie KnightPublishing Date:  November 9th, 2017Genre: Contemporary Romance 
Five seconds.A deafening blast. Pain. Silence.That was all it took for an IED to end my life as I knew it. The man I was shattered in a hard wave of sound and debris that rained down on me like death itself.And six months later, after waking up to an inescapable hell, I found myself wishing that death had found me.Until her.Miranda Jacobs swept into my life like a cool breeze on a smoldering day.With her smart mouth and her ridiculous jokes, she brought me back to life one minute at a time.Turned out time wasn’t on our side.Five seconds.Screams. Twisted metal. Silence.And I’d lost it all again—only this time, I had no one to blame but myself.
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Title: Max's RedemptionAuthor: L. WilderGenre: Romantic S...

Title: Max's RedemptionAuthor: L. WilderGenre: Romantic Suspense StandaloneRelease Date: November 7, 2017 Max: Harper Campbell was beautiful, smart, and innocent. I’d loved her even before I knew I did. There was just one problem. She was my best friend’s sister. She was off-limits in ways I couldn’t begin to explain, but I couldn’t help myself. We were just kids when we fell in love—young and carefree. The world was right there at our fingertips. Then tragedy struck, and I felt I was to blame. Knowing I would be a constant reminder of the heartbreak I’d caused, I did the only thing I thought I could—I left. Harper:I’d loved him for as long as I could remember, and losing him almost broke me. I tried to move on. I tried to forget. But how do you forget the one person you loved with all your heart and soul? I never thought I’d see him again, but with one unexpected encounter, he was back. I never believed in second chances. I’d always thought there was no way to go back and fix the mistakes we’d made, but I learned that it wasn’t about changing the past. Second chances are for proving that we can be better—even after we’ve failed. Leslie Wilder grew up in a small town in West Tennessee. A country girl at heart, she’s always thought that life is too short, but she had no idea how short it really was until her brother passed away in 2014. She’s always been an avid reader, loving the escape only a great book can give, and wondered if she had what it took to write one of the wild romances she’d come to adore. With the support of her family and friends, she published Inferno: A Devil Chaser’s MC, one year after her brother’s death. With him in mind, she fulfilled her lifetime dream of writing. Since then, she’s completed the Devil Chaser’s Series and continued on with the Satan’s Fury MC Series. She has so many stories in her head, and can’t wait to share each and every one.Leslie has been blown away by the support of her readers, appreciating every message, review, and encouraging word she’s received over the past year. She looks forward to continuing this journey with them for years to come.




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Title: Lawson: Cerberus 2.0 #1Series: Cerberus MC Spin Of...

Title: Lawson: Cerberus 2.0 #1
Series: Cerberus MC Spin Off (Second Generation)Author: Marie JamesGenre: MC/Contemporary RomanceRelease Date: November 8, 2017


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My plan was as simple as they come… in theory. Show up at the Cerberus clubhouse and give dear old Dad a piece of my mind. What I didn’t expect was being welcomed by the open arms of a father who had no idea I existed.
More importantly, I didn’t anticipate HER. Delilah Donovan was a breath of fresh air. She would soon become my reason for wanting to become a better man, my reason for getting out of bed with a smile on my normally sneering face. But no matter how much I changed, she’d always be too good for a man like me.
It was over before it could even begin.

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Marie James is a full-time working mother of two amazing little boys and wife of almost 13 years. She enjoys reading in her spare time, and diet coke is always near. Central Texas is where Marie calls home and has lived most of her life. With 13 published books under her belt, she has no desire to stop writing anytime soon and has dozens of book ideas to keep her busy. 

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Title: Shock Jock: A Lair NovelAuthor: A.M. MaddenGenre: ...

Title: Shock Jock: A Lair NovelAuthor: A.M. MaddenGenre: Contemporary RomanceRelease Date: November 7, 2017  I’m Vaughn Lair.  You might have heard of my rock star cousin, Jack.I’m on the radio for entirely different reasons.My voice may not cause women to swoon through music and lyrics…it’s the content of my syndicated radio show that has them desperate to talk to me.I’m a sex therapist who doles out great advice.My doctorate gives me license to hold nothing back.My listeners have crowned me the King of Romance.I change relationships for the better. I'm the SEXpert. The erotic shock jock.The man with a plan. Until one call on the air turns the tables on me.A stranger suddenly has me questioning everything I thought I knew about myself. And then an unexpected turn of events between my best friend and me only worsens my confusion.I have all the answers, except when it comes to my own damn love life.This man no longer has a plan.This man is now the one needing advice.This book is a contemporary stand alone novel from the male pov meant for mature readers who are 18+. It contains explicit language and graphic sexual content.

A.M. Madden is a USA Today bestselling author, as well as 2016 eLit Gold Medalist for Best Romance Ebook, and 2016 Ippy Award Silver Medalist for Best Romance Ebook. A.M. is a wife, a mother, an avid reader of romance novels, and now an author. "It's all about the HEA."A.M. Madden is the author of the popular Back-Up Series, as well as several other contemporary romances. She is also a published author with Loveswept/Random House and Ever After Romance. A self-proclaimed hopeless romantic, she loves getting lost in a good book. She also uses every free moment of her time writing, while spending quality time with her three handsome men. A.M. is a Gemini and an Italian Jersey girl, but despite her Zodiac sign, nationality, or home state, she is very easy going. She loves the beach, loves to laugh, and loves the idea of love.A.M. Madden, Independent Romance Author.Sign up for A.M. Madden's newsletter at www.ammadden.com to get up to date information on new releases, cover reveals, and exclusive excerpts.Facebook: authorammaddenTwitter: @ammadden1Instagram: ammadden1Copyright © A.M. Madden, Author, All rights reserved.A.M. Madden is a Goodreads Author and can be contacted on Facebook, twitter, or at am.madden@aol.com a Rafflecopter giveaway HOSTED BY:

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He Loves Me...KNOT by RC Boldt is coming soon on NOVEMBER 14th!Keep reading for an EXCERPT!→ Add it to your GR TBR: https://goo.gl/eAco2g→ Get notified when the Amazon preorder is LIVE: http://www.subscribepage.com/o9t9w8PREORDER NOW:iBooks→ https://goo.gl/srFqHaKobo→ https://goo.gl/pAF6CuNook→ https://goo.gl/ouXHZR Sometimes love needs a second chance…I never looked back after skipping out on my own wedding, even if it did leave me estranged from most of my family. Eight years later, I have the life I’ve always wanted. As an advertising account executive, my world is damn near perfect.Until I come face-to-face with my past. With the man I once loved. The man who holds my future in his hands. The man who’s hell-bent on getting even with me for leaving him at the altar.Even with all the unfinished business between us, I still love Knox Montgomery. The only problem?He loves me…KNOT.EXCERPT:PROLOGUEEMMA JANE “BLESS HER HEART.”This—the quintessential Southern phrase “bless her heart”—is the ultimate kiss of death.The irony isn’t lost on me since I just avoided my own kiss of death, figuratively speaking. Instead of walking down the aisle, I’m trudging along the Pensacola Beach boardwalk in my wedding dress.Alone.With tear-stained cheeks.Two elderly women peer at me, blatant curiosity etched across their features, and one turns to the other to hiss, “I wonder if the groom left her.”“Would you blame him?” the other woman responds, disdain dripping from her tone. “She’s got a”—she utters the next words much like they’re absolutely scandalous—“nose piercing.”The dark glare I direct at them is concealed by my sunglasses, so with a dismissive huff, I continue plodding along, swiping a hand across my tear-streaked cheeks. Judging by the black smudges on my fingers, my waterproof mascara clearly lied.Damn jackass mascara.Damn jackass groom. I’m starting to see a trend here…The longer I walk, the more stares I get. One little girl in a tutu bathing suit points to the top of my head and squeals with joy, “Look! A princess!”Damn jackass tiara and veil my mother insisted I wear.I march over to a large trash bin and—without any finesse whatsoever—begin tugging the pins holding this awful tiara-veil combo in place. As I’m attempting to remove it, agitation takes over due to my sad lack of progress. I bunch the veil in my fists and give it a firm tug from my elaborate up-do. Bobby pins shoot and ping in various directions, and I distractedly pray no one gets too close and loses an eye. Shoving the obscene length of fabric in the trash, I feel a bit lighter.The June sun beats down on me as I stand on the stamped cement of the boardwalk, the heat radiating through the soles of my favorite flip-flops. My eyes flutter closed as I inhale a deep breath of the salty Gulf of Mexico air.God, I love this beach. It’s always been one of my favorites, especially since it takes just under an hour to drive here from Mobile. The water is a gorgeous shade of blue-green, and the sand is perfectly white and free of pesky shells. Any other time, I’d be kicking off my flip-flops and running toward the surf. Now, though, I have different priorities: a stiff drink. Or ten.Or twenty.The challenge is finding a place where I might not draw attention—er, as much attention. I slowly survey the nearby choices of bars and restaurants lined up along the boardwalk; I scan and dismiss them one by one.“No…no…no…n—”Wait a minute.One particular sign snags my eye. It has an outline of two men standing back to back, their forms filled with a swirl of rainbows and the name Be-Bob’s written in script-like font beneath it.A gay bar.Perfect.With my key ring clipped to my small wristlet, I stalk over to the bar, doing my best to ignore the startled looks and gawking from other beachgoers. Tugging open the heavy door, I step over the threshold and into the brisk air conditioning.Into a place where I might find slightly more acceptance.I slide my sunglasses to rest atop my head and take a moment to allow my eyes to adjust to the dimmer light. There are only about eight people scattered about, chatting over drinks. When I don’t earn more than a brief glance before they return to their own conversations, I breathe my first sigh of relief. Most of the patrons are likely indulging in the great weather and enjoying a Saturday at the beach, not looking for refuge and hiding out like I am.I scan the framed photos that adorn the walls featuring local drag queens and scantily clad male models before striding over to the bar. I hoist myself up onto a worn leather bar stool, and catch the eye of the only bartender behind the counter. He appears to be taking inventory of the liquor, if his clipboard is anything to go by.When he turns around and gets the full visual of me, his expression is priceless, his eyebrows nearly hitting his hairline. I’d laugh if I had it in me, but I’m emotionally spent.As he regards what’s visible to him from the top of the bar on up to my hair, his light brown eyes soften and the corners of his mouth tip up slightly. Without batting an eye, he reaches below the counter and produces a wet wipe. I gratefully accept it and he rests his forearms upon the lacquered surface, regarding me with interest as I rid my cheeks of the dark mascara streaks.The bartender waits until I’m finished and then accepts the wipe from me before tossing it into the trash.“Well, I can’t say I’ve ever served a runaway bride before.” My makeup-fail savior appears to gauge me, as if expecting me to burst into a river of tears.Funny enough, the drive here has expended me of those and I’m firmly entrenched in the anger stage of my fiancé’s betrayal.I prop an elbow on the bar, rest my chin on my palm, and offer what I know is the weakest excuse for a smile. “There’s a first time for everything, right?”He doesn’t immediately answer, eyeing me curiously until his lips stretch into an easy smile. His eyes do that little crinkly thing at the corners and he has what I call “kind eyes.”Then again, I remind myself, what the hell do I know?I’m clearly not the best judge of people. That much has become all too evident.The bartender reaches out a hand. “Casey.”I grasp his hand, noting his impressive manicure. This guy’s cuticles are better than mine and I love the shade of metallic gray polish on his nails. “Nice to meet you, Casey. I’m Emma Jane.”He reaches beneath the bar and I hear a clinking as he scoops ice, before he brings a cup into view. Then he works his magic, and pours in a bit of this and that from one bottle to the next. Finally, with flourish—and a maraschino cherry tossed in—he slides the plastic cup across the smooth surface.“It’s my special, secret mix. I call it”—he leans in toward me and lowers his voice, his eyes dancing with mischief—“the Panty Dropper.”One of my brows arches as I stare back at him with dismayed skepticism. “I hardly think I’m a prime panty-dropping candidate right now.”Casey lifts a shoulder in a half shrug, his eyes flickering over my shoulder before returning to me. His smile grows wider. “You never can tell.”With a tiny laugh, I shake my head and wrap my lips around the straw to take a sip of the concoction he’s made me. Just as I swallow the sweet drink, I both feel and smell a person sidle up next to me at the bar.Hell. The reason I came here was because I thought for sure my chances of getting hit on would be slim to none. But, as I glance at him from the corner of my eye, I observe strong, muscled forearms, tanned and sprinkled with dark hair. The scent of him is appealing and masculine, a cologne that doesn’t overpower. Just the sight of those arms alone, however, makes me incredibly wary to see the rest of him.Casey doesn’t address the newcomer, his focus still on me. “I’m all ears, Emma Jane. Been told I’m a great listener.”Good Lord. Where do I even start?Before I can answer, the man speaks up, his deep voice booming. “Are you cheating on me, Case?” He makes what sounds like a gasp of exaggerated indignation. “I can’t believe you’d betray me like this.”I glance up to see Casey’s expression full of mirth, and he rolls his eyes. “You know better. I’m still waiting on you to switch over.”A husky laugh greets my ears and it sounds far too male—far too appealing—which is why I refuse to turn and look at the man beside me.“I might switch if you’d agree to root for my team.”“Not gonna happen,” Casey scoffs before his gaze meets mine. “Isn’t that drink exactly what the doctor ordered?”I muster up a smile because he seems like a sweet guy. “It is.” With a start, I realize I haven’t given him my card to pay or at least start a tab. I reach for my wristlet. “What do I owe you?”He waves me off. “Honey, that one’s on me as long as you promise to dish before we get slammed in a few hours.”A loud exhale spills past my lips. “It’s a pathetic story, really.”“Let me guess.” Mr. Forearms’s husky voice is a deep timbre, amusement threaded in his tone. “You caught him with your maid of honor.”I let out a harsh laugh and fiddle with my straw, using it to move around the ice cubes in my drink. “Nope.” If only it were that simple, I muse internally.“Caught him with his best man?”This time, his suggestion drags a lighter sounding laugh from me. “Not even.”“Well, you know I can’t leave here without hearing the story. I’m intrigued.”This guy is something else, that’s for sure. His voice is the epitome of sexy, and yet, even with all that’s transpired, I have zero interest.Finally, I drag my attention from my drink and my eyes travel up those muscled forearms, over the bulging biceps stretching the short sleeves of a dark-blue polo shirt and up to the face that—My breath catches in my throat as recognition floods me, my eyes widening as I take in the man beside me.Becket Jones, the quarterback for the NFL team in Jacksonville, Florida. He’s a two-time Heisman Trophy winner from the University of Florida and had been the second overall draft pick by the Jacksonville Jaguars. Adding to that impressive resumé, he’s been recently voted MVP and is also a Lombardi Trophy recipient. His face is in commercials and on billboards everywhere. Living in Mobile, Alabama, and in a state without a pro football team, most of us either gravitate toward the Atlanta Falcons, the New Orleans Saints, or the Jacksonville Jaguars.I don’t follow NFL as closely as college football, but I’d have to live under a rock to not recognize Becket and his pretty-boy face. Even beneath the brim of the ball cap, which curls under at the edges and draws shadows over his eyes, I’d recognize that wide charming smile of his anywhere. He’s slouching against the bar but I know he pushes well over six feet.His features cloud as he observes my response, his large hand reaching up to tug his cap lower. “Please don’t tell me you’re going to sell some seedy story about seeing me in a gay bar to a stupid gossip rag.”“Of course not. I’m just…” I falter for a moment, “surprised.”His chin lifts, gesturing to a couple of guys standing nearby a jukebox, laughing and talking. One of them is wearing a shirt with bright pink flamingos printed on it, along with a yellow feather boa draped around his neck.“I’m with my brother, Brantley—the one who insisted on that crazy getup—and his roommate, Vonn, whose birthday we’re celebrating.” His eyes flicker to them briefly, obvious affection in his gaze, before returning to me. “I drove in from Jacksonville late last night to join them.”I nod politely, not sure what to say. “Well, I hope you guys have a great night.” I turn back to my drink and studiously take another sip of the dangerous concoction while acknowledging Casey and Becket’s attention is fixed on me with unfettered curiosity. This drink is deliciously sweet and I know it’s masking the copious amount of liquor Casey put in it. And I can’t get hammered. I should—and I really want to—but I can’t. I have bigger fish to fry.Like figuring out my freaking life.With a long sigh, I unzip my wristlet and withdraw my cell phone—whose ring had been silenced—to face the “music” I know is about to blare at me.Let this be noted as mistake number one. Because I’m certain my phone is going to overheat from the number of text messages and missed calls I’ve received already. Mainly, the ones from my father.Dad: You’d better get back here now, young lady.I continue scrolling past all of his other messages until I get to the last one, time stamped from about five minutes ago.Dad: Consider yourself disowned. Don’t even think of coming back to this house after the way you’ve embarrassed everyone.Huh. Well, thank heavens I’d already thought of that and had made a quick stop at the house before driving here. I’d scooped up the items I’d need most, knowing my father’s reaction would be extreme. Maybe I was delusional, but I’d hoped it wouldn’t come to this.Just as I’m about to place my phone back in my wristlet and avoid the remainder of the painful messages sure to come, another one comes in.Dad: Forget your job at the magazine. It’s done. You’re done. You did this, Emma Jane.My chest tightens and my stomach churns sickly. I knew it was coming but it doesn’t make it any less devastating. I’d worked my ass off for Southern Charm Lifestyle magazine at their new location in Mobile. I know I have the potential to rise up in the ranks.But now it’s gone. Poof. All because of my father. The one and only Davis Haywood, city councilman, owner of the local newspaper and the city’s largest magazine, and commercial developer galore. He has the money and power to make things happen in Mobile.I just never thought he’d use that money and power against his own daughter one day.“So.” Becket startles me, so caught up in my own drama-filled thoughts. “You might not know this about me, but I was brought up to be a gentleman.”I regard him warily, unsure where he’s going with this. “O-kay,” I drag out the word slowly.“This means I can’t leave you sitting at this bar, staring down at your phone, looking like your puppy just died.”I shoot him a hard glare that would normally cause people to rear back…but then I recall that this man faces the risk of being tackled by two-hundred-plus-pound men on any given game day.So, as much as my dangerously narrowed eyes might flare with the “Don’t even go there” vibe, my glare does nothing.He looks around first before slipping his ball cap around on his head, the brim now at the back. And honestly, on any other grown man, it would look juvenile. On Becket Jones, however, it actually looks cute.Casey slides a bottle of water to him, which Becket uncaps before downing half of it. Resting his arms on the bar, he playfully nudges me with his shoulder.“Go ahead. Spill.”Exhaling loudly, I peer up at him skeptically. “You really want—”“To hear all the sordid details?” He grins at me, nearly blinding me with his pearly white teeth. “Absolutely.”Shaking my head at him, I take another sip of my drink and toy with my straw, making the ice cubes clink together within my cup. “Fine. But don’t you dare give me a bless your heart that’s chock-full of pity.”“Deal.”Letting a long sigh loose, I answer, my voice muted and laced with pain. And I hate the way it sounds.“I’m running from a man who doesn’t really love me.” About the Author:RC Boldt is the wife of Mr. Boldt, a retired Navy Chief, mother of Little Miss Boldt, and former teacher of many students. She currently lives on the southeastern coast of North Carolina, enjoys long walks on the beach, running, reading, people watching, and singing karaoke. If you’re in the mood for some killer homemade mojitos, can’t recall the lyrics to a particular 80’s song, or just need to hang around a nonconformist who will do almost anything for a laugh, she’s your girl.Email: rcboldtbooks@gmail.comFacebook Reader Group: http://bit.ly/2iNvOqSWebsite: http://www.rcboldtbooks.comFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/rcboldtauthorTwitter: https://twitter.com/RC_BoldtNewsletter:  http://bit.ly/2iNCOnFInstagram: http://bit.ly/2iRJVxM

A bride... A soldier… An arranged marriage. Can Lisa and ...

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Title: The Darkhorse
Author: Selena Laurence
Series: A Powerplay Novella
Genre: Contemporary Holiday Romance
Release Date: November 7, 2017Blurb: A bride.Lisa Scotch is done with men. And especially military men like her ex who left her with three lifetimes worth of debt and disappeared. But one day a new soldier walks into the school where she teaches, and he wants to make her debt disappear like her ex did.A soldier.Colonel Jefferson Thibedeaux is one of the most powerful men in the Pentagon. Raised without family or money, Jeff found both when he started his military career. Now there's a promotion that he wants and he can only get it if he has a wife. When he goes to speak at an elementary school, Jeff sees the answer to his dilemma in one very sexy school teacher.An arranged marriage.Jeff's proposal is all business. He gets a promotion, and Lisa gets out of debt. It's a one year arrangement that doesn't include some of marriage's more traditional...amenities. But when Lisa moves into Jeff's house, and the holidays roll around, the fireplace isn't the only thing heating up. As their attraction burns brighter than their Christmas lights, can Lisa and Jeff find something real in what was supposed to be pretend? Will the bride take a chance on another soldier? Can the soldier be the man his bride deserves? One thing's for certain, Christmas will never be the same again.Add to your shelf on GoodreadsPick up your copy at: Amazon | iBooks | Kobo | Nook More from the Powerplay series:Prince of the PressAmazon | iBooks | Kobo | NookThe KingmakerAmazon | iBooks | Kobo | NookPOTUSAmazon | iBooks | Kobo | NookSCOTUSAmazon | iBooks | Kobo | Nook

About Selena Laurence:
Selena Laurence is an award-winning and USA TODAY bestselling author who loves Putting the Heat in Happily Ever After. Her super sexy stories take place everywhere from rock concerts to family ranches, and her books can be found around the world in four languages, at libraries, bookstores, online, and in audio.Selena lives in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains where she can often be found at a local coffee shop, hiking the trails, or watching soccer. At home Mr L, her kids, “goldendoodle” and “demoncat” keep her busy trying to corral chaos. A veteran Indie author, Selena also coaches writers through her blog and workshops on turning #Passion2Profession.You can connect with her online at: Website | Facebook | Twitter | Amazon | BookBub | Goodreads

Title: Perfect MatchAuthor: Alexis AlvarezGenre: Contempo...

Title: Perfect MatchAuthor: Alexis AlvarezGenre: Contemporary RomanceRelease Date: November 6, 2017Cover Artist: Jessica HildrethCover Photographer: Wander AguiarCover Model: Jacob Cooley
She’s the matchmaker…he’s her sexy client. What could go wrong?Fia Martin has a tough job: Find the perfect woman for arrogant, handsome Dylan Chambers, before her rival can do it––on national television. If Dylan declares her the winner, Fia’s match-making business will skyrocket. Dylan is picky. He’s smug. He reminds Fia that he doesn’t believe in true love. The dates she sets up for him end in complete disaster. And every time she tells him to behave, he flirts with her shamelessly. A stolen kiss turns to a night of unbelievable passion and the best sex of her life...but Fia knows that Dylan’s not interested in more than a fling, because he’s still going on dates for the challenge like nothing happened. When Dylan chooses her competitor's company for his final dream date in Hawaii, to a woman who looks perfect on paper, Fia figures she can kiss the trophy goodbye. The problem is that she's about to lose her heart, too…to the one man who’s completely unavailable. “I’d love to live here,” she murmured, reaching out to touch the closest sculpture, a gorgeous creation with swirling green and blue, like an ocean in glass, then drew back a finger, to check his face. “This is the prettiest thing I’ve seen in long time. Can I touch?”
“You can touch anything you want.” His eyes met hers evenly, and she thought she’d seen something open in his expression when she’d complimented his art, something warm and bright. 
She didn’t look away, even as she put her hand down to blindly find the smooth glass, running her hand over it. “It feels good.”
He smiled. “I would hope so.”
They stood looking at each other, then he spoke. “Fia?”
“Yes?” She could barely breathe.
“One night. Just to get it out of our system. What do you say?”
“What?”
“No holds barred, one night of passion. You and me. Look, I get what you feel about your clients. And you know I’m not looking for anything long term. But we both want each other pretty fucking badly.”
She sucked in a breath. 
“So, let’s just go for it. Seize the day. Take advantage of the chemistry. I promise you I will make it so fucking good, Fia.”
For a second she thought about saying no, but the desire could no longer be denied. She didn’t bother replying, but walked right up to him, wound her arms around his neck and lifted her lips to let him claim her with his mouth.
“Fuck,” he murmured, and his hands were on her back, on her ass, pulling her into him as he plundered her mouth with his tongue. 
She pressed herself into him, delighting to feel his hard chest against her breasts, and lower, another hardness entirely that indicated how much he wanted her.
“Take off your shirt,” she muttered, pulling at the buttons. “So sexy. But off.” She managed to undo two of the middle ones, and slid her palm into the pocket she’d created to touch his muscular chest. “You feel so fucking good.”
“Your dress comes off first,” he whispered into her ear. “My rules.”
“Why should we play by your rules?” she asked, letting her eyes shut as he kissed and bit down her neck, moaning when he licked her clavicle.
“Because you’ll like it,” he promised. “Want to see?”
“Are you some kind of kinky dom or something?” 
He laughed. “Or something.”
Her eyes flew open, but she felt more excitement than concern. “Really?”
He ran a finger down her cheek. “Really.”
“Like, tie-me-up-and-spank-me stuff? Tell me what to do stuff?” Her heart started to race.
“If you like that, then, yeah, I can do that for you.” He ran a hand down her arm, slowly, and they both watched his long fingers stroke her skin. She sucked in a breath at how erotic it felt. “I like almost anything, Fia, so you just tell me”—and he leaned in and put his mouth right at her ear—“What. You. Fucking. Love.”
She whimpered and grabbed at him. She’d always dreamed of being with a man who was unapologetically sexy, so in tune with his body that he could master hers and bring her exquisite pleasure. She didn’t want hard-core BDSM, but she definitely wanted, no craved—for him to take control. 
“I might like what you said,” she whispered into his neck. “The tying up and spanking. As long as nobody knows we did this.”
He let his fingers stray to her breasts, which he stroked through the dress. “You like a little pain, with your pleasure, Fia?”
“A little. Not too much. Yes.”
He squeezed a nipple, and she cried out, but it was from passion, not dismay. She started breathing harder. 
“You think you’d like doing what I ask?” He bit her neck, and she almost combusted. But she needed to clarify before they went further, just so she could relax and enjoy the moment completely. 
“What are your other rules, besides the shirt thing?” she asked, pulling away. They were both breathing hard. She slowly slid the straps of her dress down her shoulders. “If I like what I hear, I just might obey.”
A muscle clenched in his jaw, and he smiled a dark, dangerous smile. “For starters, you don’t come until I say you can. But don’t worry…it will be often.”
She sucked in a breath and lowered the dress an inch, and his eyes shot to her breasts, where the creamy skin was slowly being revealed. “And?”
“And you’ll do what I say, when I say it. For instance, if I tell you to come lay down over my lap so I can spank you, you’ll do that.”
“Interesting.” She licked her lip and felt a surge of moisture between her thighs. “You’d honor a safeword, of course.”
“Of course.” He gave her the dark grin again. “You could just tell me to stop. But what word do you want?”
She pulled the fabric still lower so her areolas were visible but not her nipples. “Red. Keep it simple.”
“Good choice.” His voice rolled over her. “Keep going. Show me your tits.”
“What if I don’t do it?” She met his eyes.
He unbuttoned one sleeve and began to deliberately roll up the fabric, little by little. “You want to find out?” Alexis Alvarez is an author, photographer, and digital designer who loves writing steamy romances. Her female heroines are always strong, intelligent women who fall for the sexiest guy around...and get the happy-ever-after ending of their dreams.Alexis is a wife and mom, a former chemical engineer, a dachshund-whisperer—wait, that’s a lie. The dachshund usually does the exact opposite of what he’s told.Do you like contemporary romance with steam and humor? Darker BDSM/erotica novels with fascinating psychological insights? Alexis has you covered. She writes in both genres. You can usually find Alexis hanging out with her sisters, who are also romance writers, in their Facebook Group, Graffiti Fiction. The three of them love to drink wine together and laugh like hyenas while making dirty jokes and really inappropriate comments. They have a website which is not always updated here: www.graffitifiction.comRead More by Alexis Alvarez:Steamy, Contemporary Romance:A Handful of FireBostonDream GirlKinky/BDSM Romance:His Firm DirectionCasey’s ChoiceCapturing KateMyka and the MillionaireReturnSign up for her AMAZING newsletter here.https://goo.gl/forms/gSe0fkc4DUwNVGTU2Alexis always includes funny, interesting articles in her newsletters in addition to book samples, exclusive freebies and contest/giveaways. She’s been told that it’s the best newsletter around! HOSTED BY:

Title: The Outpost Author: Devney PerryGenre: Contemporar...

Title: The Outpost Author: Devney PerryGenre: Contemporary RomanceAbout The Outpost:Trapped in his tiny mountain cabin, she didn't expect to fall for his big heart.Exposing a prominent criminal family with an investigative news report didn’t exactly work out the way Sabrina had hoped. Instead of basking in the glory of her article’s success, she’s on the run from a powerful man who wants her dead. To stay safe, she’s forced to trade one bad situation for another. Stuck in the Montana wilderness, she’s secluded from anything resembling civilization or the modern-day world. The only good thing about her situation is the gorgeous mountain man assigned to protect her. Too bad he isn’t the slightest bit interested in a city girl like her.Beau likes his life quiet and simple. Give him a peaceful day hiking in the woods with his dog, and he’s a happy man. He has no use for large crowds, noisy cities or dramatic women. So when a hotshot reporter rolls into town, dragging her big-time problems with her, he should have run for the hills. Instead, he volunteered to keep her safe. Bringing her into his world won’t be easy, but if he can convince her that Montana isn’t as terrifying as she believes, they might just be the perfect match.Get Your Copy Today!Amazon | iBooks | B&N | KoboExclusive Excerpts: “Bryce,” the producer called from behind the row of cameras. “We’re all set.”“Thanks.” She waved over the hair and makeup team. My blond hair got fluffed and placed while her skin was dusted and blushed. With both of our lips recolored, we settled in for the interview. The cameraman gave us his countdown and then Bryce did her introduction before turning to me.“You’ve had quite the year, Sabrina. Just a little over one year ago, you wrote an article for The Seattle Times that shut down the biggest gun-smuggling operation on the upper West Coast. Then you disappeared for six months, only to reemerge as a best-selling romance novelist. You’ve just won a Pulitzer Prize for investigative reporting and I’ve heard that there are talks of making your book into a blockbuster. How does it feel to have reached such success in your career?”“Thank you. It’s been wonderful, albeit very busy.” I smiled and glanced at my lap to hide the flash of pain that crashed through my heart. Nothing about my successes gave me joy. Talking about my accomplishments just reminded me of how much I had lost.“You’ve made some major achievements since you came back to Seattle,” Bryce said. “Most journalists, including this one, would kill to be in your position. How does it feel?”I gave her my rehearsed answer. “It’s been incredible. Surreal, really. I’m still in shock at how much has happened over the last year.”“I can imagine.” She flipped to a new note card. “Let’s talk more about the article.”My cheerful face belied my true feelings. I was miserable on this television set. I was exhausted from talking about that damn article. I was done having people fuss over its success. Everyone thought it was the article that had changed my life.It wasn’t.It had been the six months I’d spent in Montana.It had been the six months I’d spent with him.Check out the trailer: About the Author: Devney lives in Montana with her husband and two children. After working in the technology industry for nearly a decade, she abandoned conference calls and project schedules to enjoy a slower pace at home with her kids. She loves reading and, after consuming hundreds of books, decided to share her own stories.Website  | Facebook | Instagram | Twitter 
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Title: TailSeries: Carolina Bad Boys #6Author: Rie Warren...

Title: TailSeries: Carolina Bad Boys #6Author: Rie WarrenGenre: MC Romantic SuspenseRelease Date: November 6, 2017


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I’m most known for honeys on my arms and notches on my bedpost. But this time, I’m not chasing tail. Every rose has its thorn, and I’ve just been snagged.
TAILI have girls lapping out of my hands, forming lines for a chance to dance on my c***. Until she shows up. And it all grinds to a halt. Madison Rose Rush. No joke there. One look at her, and I feel a rush all over my body. I want that thing all the other dudes found. Love. A mate. A classy broad I probably don’t deserve.
I know one thing.
Maddy Rush—Handsome’s sexy sister—is strictly off-limits.
Is that gonna stop me?
Hell. No. Not even with the Bad Seeds MC breathing down my neck for a debt I can’t pay.
MADDYVP of Retribrewtion Brewery, heiress to the Rush Distillery empire, I’ve played by the family’s rules. I’m community-spirited, high-class, worldly-wise . . . but that doesn’t necessarily mean I’m a good girl.
And Tail makes me want to be bad in ways I never even knew. He’s dangerously gorgeous. He’s affiliated with the same MC as my big brother. He has inked sleeves and sex on the brain and Max warned me away from him.
Is that going to stop me?
Hell no.
Nothing will stop us. Nothing. Until a rival MC—outlaw bikers—retaliates against Tail. Bad Seeds indeed.

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I'll be honest and say that this book was probably the least favorite of all the books in the series. To say, it was mostly cussing and sex would be an understatement. I'm not a prude, but when your book is mostly that with maybe some plot thrown in for good measure - well it's not my type of book. Thats not to say that no one else will like it. For those that like the genre "erotic romance" this will fit into that and the MC aspect will make it pleasing for them. It just didnt do it for me.



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Rie is the badass, sassafras author of Sugar Daddy and the Don’t Tell series–a breakthrough trilogy that crosses traditional publishing boundaries beginning with In His Command. Some of her latest endeavors include the Carolina Bad Boys and Bad Boys of Retribution MC series.

  A Yankee transplant who has traveled the world, Rie started out a writer—causing her college professor to blush over her erotic poetry without one ounce of shame. Not much has changed. She swapped pen for paintbrushes and followed her other love during her twenties. From art school to marriage to children and many a wild and wonderful journey in between, Rie has come home to her calling. Her work has been called edgy, daring, and some of the sexiest smut around.

  You can connect with Rie via the social media hangouts listed on her website https://www.riewarren.com.


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