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Title: CorrodeSeries: Surface RustAuthor: Ella FieldsGenr...

Title: CorrodeSeries: Surface RustAuthor: Ella FieldsGenre: Contemporary/2nd Chance RomanceRelease Date: November 4, 2017
It didn't matter how young we were.
We just knew.Forever was stamped on our hearts, no matter what forces tried to keep us apart. They tried, and they failed.We were happy. We lived, we loved, and we made plans.But as the years went by, we watched helplessly as those plans faded into dusty aspirations.Yet we endured. Time and time again, we came out stronger.Until life threw the ultimate test our way, and he surrendered.Defeated and desperate, he made a choice. One that tore all our promises in two—leaving me pregnant, alone, and terrified. Now he's free, and that love is still there.It's everything else that's changed.Trigger warning: this book contains some sensitive subject matter. Want to be reminded when CORRODE is live?!LIVE ALERT - http://bit.ly/2h5jPs8 Ella Fields is a mother and wife who lives in the land Down Under. While her kids are in school, you might find her talking about her characters and books to her two cats. She's a notorious chocolate and notebook hoarder who enjoys creating hard-won happily ever afters.For exclusive excerpts and news about upcoming releases, join Ella's Tea Room
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HAVE YOU SEEN THIS GIRL?

In the middle of a fierce snowstorm in Gun Creek, Nevada, seventeen-year-old Jennifer Thomas disappears without a trace.

The second girl in nine years.

Identical cases. Identical conditions. Only last time, the girl was found. Dead, stuffed in a well beside the creek that feeds the town's water supply.

The killer was never found.

As the small town mobilizes and searches for newly vanished Jennifer Thomas, one suspect comes to the fore. But did he do it? Or is there something else at play? Something nobody could have anticipated?

For Jennifer's friend Cassie Carlino, the worst is yet to come. As she pins MISSING posters to store windows and joins the search, she begins to suspect that Jennifer's disappearance might be much closer to her than she could have ever imagined.

Cassie
I am a girl with a darkness inside me.

Carefully placed. Cleverly concealed.

A darkness that could devour you.

One hand on a cold pane of glass, watching the snow fall outside. It’s pitch-black out here, far away from bright city lights. You can’t see a goddamned thing. You can only feel fingers digging into your hips, hot and insistent, a tug of hair, a smack of skin, and the snowflakes as they fall through the weak pool of light that the porch light illuminates below. And the pain. He’s not gentle when he uses me to satisfy his want.
I think he likes it like this, up on the bed, against the window, as if somebody might see. But nobody could ever possibly see. It’s too dark. No streetlights. No houses for a clear half-mile in every direction.

Just us, and the silence, and the darkness.

And the snowflakes, steady as they fall, through that yellow beam below.

You could never count them all. One blink and you’d miss some. One sharp stab of pain that drives your face into the mattress, and you’d miss plenty.

And that’s the point, I suppose. You keep counting. You watch the snow fall, and you count every snowflake your eyes can catch until it’s finally over.

* * *

The darkness wasn’t always there. I was bright and shiny once. There was no tarnish at my edges, no very bad thing that existed inside me. I had a mother, and a boyfriend, and a life. I was loved. I had plans and goals and aspirations.

One moment and they were all gone.

I know what you’ll think after you hear my story.
You’ll think I went mad when I saw Leo being burned alive, or when I gazed down at my comatose mother in the hospital after, as words like brain swelling and head-on collision drifted through the air, meant for me but headed somewhere beyond.

Or maybe, maybe, you’ll think it was during that first time, on the kitchen floor, a tangle of limbs, palm pressed against desperate lips, fingers squeezing wrists until it felt like they would snap.

And every time I’ll tell you, you are wrong. That, even as I cried in the aftermath of his sudden interest in me, I still was a girl without a black coal heart.

I can tell you the exact moment the darkness burrowed in to stay. I imagine it like some filthy worm, coming up from the earth, chewing a neat circle in my skin and wriggling in. Finding that hollow space beneath my heart, in my ribcage, and curling up. Sated. Satisfied. Warm. I feel it sometimes when I’m frightened, and my heart won’t slow down. It beats like crazy like a machine gun with the trigger locked on. I can’t breathe. My vision tunnels. In those moments, I imagine the worm, how happy it must be, how comfortable within my fragile chest.

It’s strange how you know something has happened, even if you can’t remember it.
When you wake up in your bed, and the sheets beneath you are wet, and you haven’t wet the bed since you were little, a three-year-old girl who started to cry because she’d slept through instead of getting up and going to the bathroom.
Eighteen years old, naked, and laying in a cold, wet spot, damp thighs and a bitter taste on your tongue. The taste of a medication you took once after your dad died and you started having nightmares that kept you awake. The bitter pill that your mother crushed into a glass of milk for you, the one that knocked you under and held you there in a chokehold, so that you could still see the nightmares in your sleep, but could no longer wake up from them. It was terrifying then, and it’s terrifying now. It’s in your mouth and in your nostrils and down the back of your throat and all you can remember is a low voice that says, Finish your milk, Cassandra.

You have been drugged.
Somebody has undressed you, tucked you into your bed, and they have used you. They have left something inside you.
A darkness. A coiled, buzzing midnight that becomes all you’ve ever known.
You don’t like it at first. It frightens you.
The darkness is where nightmares come to life.
But after time goes by, you start to feel differently.

You begin to realize that the darkness you’ve been given is not a burden, but a gift.
























Lili writes dark, delicious romance full of love, lust and revenge. Her USA Today Bestselling Gypsy Brothers series focuses on a morally bankrupt biker gang and the young woman who seeks her vengeance upon them. The Cartel series is a trilogy that explores the beginnings of the club, published through HarperCollins.

Lili quit corporate life to focus on writing and so far is loving every minute of it. Her other loves in life include her gorgeous husband and beautiful daughter, excellent coffee, Tarantino movies and spending hours on Instagram.

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From the Ruinsby Janine infante Bosco A Satan’s Knights MC Novel Publication Date: September 26, 2017COVER CREDITS Cover Designer: JB's Cover Obsession Design Model: Michael Joseph Photographer: Reggie Deanching, R+M Photography Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance, MC, Bikers, Romantic Suspense BUY:Amazon US: http://amzn.to/2wtQoCcAmazon AU: http://amzn.to/2u9Ugb3Amazon CA: http://amzn.to/2v5M4vjAmazon UK: http://amzn.to/2hvpl6WB&N: http://bit.ly/2xHcX9SKobo: http://bit.ly/2hywRyoiTunes: http://apple.co/2fCGgks SYNOPSIS:“Pipe”In every man’s life there comes a day of reckoning. It’s the day darkness is exposed and sinners are punished for their trespasses.A day when loyalty is destroyed and a man is left in ruins.When he walks away from his club and loses his religion.Whoever said from the ruins they will rise again never walked a mile in my shoes or the pair of red ones I was left holding.“Layla”He’s bitter, cold and angry.He’s seen his share of heartache.Lived through tragedy and despair.He’s my neighbor.The man I know should stay away from.The man who will destroy what’s left of me if I get too close.He’s Lee Jameson, and I’m Layla Milano.This is our story.The story of two people left in ruins forced to rise again.
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From the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Fool’s Gold romances Susan Mallery, comes the second standalone title in the Happily, Inc. Series —YOU SAY IT FIRST! You’re invited to visit Happily, Inc., a wedding destination founded on a fairy tale. Where people live… wait for it… happily ever after.Order your copy today!   
SECOND CHANCE GIRL Synopsis:From the #1 NEW YORK TIMES bestselling author Susan Mallery, read the second irresistible installment in the Happily Inc series!Mathias Mitchell’s easy smile hides a world of hurt. After the worst kind of family betrayal, he moves to Happily Inc., California—the wedding destination town supplies a steady stream of bridesmaids, perfect for his “no promises, no pain” lifestyle. Yet he can’t stop watching for his beautiful, elusive neighbor on the animal preserve behind their homes.Gamekeeper Carol Lund knows she’s not special enough to attract an alpha male like Mathias, so his offer to help her adopt a herd for her lonely giraffe is surprising—and his determined seduction, even more so. But just as she finally welcomes him into her bed, his careless actions crush her heart. Will she give him a second chance to prove she’ll always come first in his heart?Don’t miss You Say It First, the first book in the Happily Inc series.    
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Mathias Mitchell's easy smile hides a world of hurt. After the worst kind of family betrayal, he moves to Happily Inc., California—the wedding destination town supplies a steady stream of bridesmaids, perfect for his "no promises, no pain" lifestyle. Yet he can't stop watching for his beautiful, elusive neighbor on the animal preserve behind their homes. 
Gamekeeper Carol Lund knows she's not special enough to attract an alpha male like Mathias, so his offer to help her adopt a herd for her lonely giraffe is surprising—and his determined seduction, even more so. But just as she finally welcomes him into her bed, his careless actions crush her heart. Will she give him a second chance to prove she'll always come first in his heart?

This is the second in the Happily Inc series and I loved this one better than the first if that's even possible!! I always roll with the description of the author's towns because I want to live there and we're reading fiction...so if you're reading trying to pick out something that's realistic - then go look somewhere else.

The only issue I had with this book is that it didn't really describe Carol all that well. Carol sees herself as an ugly duckling, but apparently, we find out that she's not. It would have been nice to have a detailed description of her. Mathias on the other hand, is a sexy player of a man who can have any and all women he chooses and he chooses them frequently, but he's now chosen Carol and the two of them together....well I'll just let you read the book!! The backstory with the giraffe is sooo cute and adorable!! Mathias and his glass art is an awesome addition. This is well worth the read. 

I was given an ARC from the publisher/author in exchange for an honest review. All opinions stated are my own and no one else's.

   
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Title: Between You & IAuthor: Susan CairnsGenre: Cont...

Title: Between You & IAuthor: Susan CairnsGenre: Contemporary/NA RomanceRelease Date: October 6, 2017 A force to be reckoned with . . . Taylor Lewis dreams of finding her spot in corporate America. Taking a leap, she applies for an executive position at the company where she got her start. When passed over for an outsider, Taylor refuses to give up easily, vowing to prove the job should have been hers.Looking for a change…At thirty-nine years old, Reid Mariano is feeling the pressure to pack up his bachelor lifestyle and settle down. After meeting Jennifer online, and landing a job he hopes will take him to retirement, Reid gives up the Chicago bar scene and relocates to Buffalo, NY,Impossible to ignore . . . While Reid looks forward to building a future with Jennifer, and establishing his new career, Taylor sets out show she was the better choice. Working late nights and long hours, a smoldering attraction sparks a connection that neither of them are prepared for.

Reid
Propping myself against the wall, I cross my arms and cross my feet at the ankles, making myself comfortable as I wait. At the sound of the door unlatching I look at the floor, not wanting to seem intrusive. 
Two high heels step out into my line of vision. Slowly, I bring my eyes up from the carpet, taking in the toned calves, followed by a tight black skirt encasing hips with a slight curve, leading to a tucked-in royal blue shirt covering a chest that could only be described as a nice handful, framed by soft blond curls. Finally I make it to a face with creamy white skin, lips covered in erotic-looking red, and the most stunning sapphire-blue eyes I’ve ever seen. By her pursed lips and raised brow, I know I’ve been caught staring. Not that I would have been able to hide it—she’s striking, and my eyes are stuck like a moth to a flame. Gawking probably isn’t the best impression for me to make, but hell this girl—no, woman—is beautiful. Tipping one side of her mouth up, she gives me a knowing grin then passes me without a word. Like a magnet, my eyes follow until she rounds the corner and is out of my sight. The sound of my name, coming from Miranda, snaps my attention back to the door the beauty walked out of. “Reid, I didn’t expect to see you standing out here. I’m assuming you finished all your paperwork?” she asks, taking a couple of steps toward me. “Yeah, it’s all set. I gave the folder to Brian.”“Great. Ah, well, then let’s introduce you to the crew.” Miranda moves down the same hall the gorgeous blonde just took, and I follow. Passing two rows of cubicles, we enter what looks to be the common area, and it’s already lined with employees. I take a minute to look at the faces around the circle, but I stop when I reach the space directly across from me. The blonde is standing next to a brunette with wild hair and a crazy style. The same knowing smirk is on her face, and for some reason, I can’t seem to tear my eyes away from it.

a Rafflecopter giveaway Susan Cairns was born and raised in a small town in western New York, on the shore of Lake Ontario. She currently lives with her three fur-babies: Lucy, Leela, and Bella. They run the house—she just lives with them!
Susan loves to travel and is always looking for her next adventure! She has been lucky to keep in touch with many friends who live all across the US. They’re always ready to open their homes to her whenever she feels the pull to visit a new place. Along with writing, Susan is an avid reader and is often seen with her Kindle or a book in hand. She also has an eye for photography. All year round she has her camera in hand taking pictures of anything and everything, especially her nephews and niece, who are the light of her life.Susan received a Bachelor’s degree in Communications/Public Relations from SUNY Empire State College. She recently finished her Master’s degree in English and hoping to become an adjunct professor in creative writing.In addition to Between You & I, Susan has written four Contemporary Romance novels: Chasing Hope and The Reunion Series: The Reunion, The Rebound and The Reason. She also has one New Adult novel, Falling Back Together. HOSTED BY:

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Title: HurricaneSeries: Heaven Hill Generations #1Author: Laramie BriscoeGenre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Kari Ayasha, Cover to Cover DesignsRelease Date: October 21, 2017


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The Prospect and the President's daughter finally get their HEA.....

Remington "Remy" Sawyer

For most of my life I've been the person who lived with the hand he was dealt. Not much in my life have I had a say in. Birthed by parents I don't talk to, I was raised by the only person who ever cared for me - my brother, Cash. Under his guidance, I've become the person I am today.

Productive member of society, and patched brother in the Heaven Hill MC.

I don't want for anything, other than Tatum Walker.

We had a shot, and we both screwed it up......massively.

Tatum "Tate" Walker

Being the daughter of the President of the Heaven Hill MC is a burden, but one I'll face every day with pride. It's hard for me to know what people like me for. Is it my personality, my looks, or are they trying to get close to the Club? There's one person I've never doubted.

Remington Sawyer.

A year ago we had one night of almost passion - that ended with me walking away in tears - and him walking away in anger.
Some time away from each other has given us perspective.

Now, instead of the storm of chaos that was our one attempt at a relationship, we're both ready for calm.

And nothing, they say, is as calm - as the eye of a Hurricane.

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Laramie Briscoe is the best-selling author of the Heaven Hill Series & the Rockin' Country Series.

Since self-publishing her first book in May of 2013, Laramie Briscoe has published over 10 books. She's appeared on the Top 100 Bestselling E-books Lists on iBooks, Amazon Kindle, Kobo, and Barnes & Noble. She's been called "a very young Maya Banks" (Amazon reviewer) and her books have been accused of being "sexy, family-oriented, romances with heart".

When she's not writing alpha males who seriously love their women, she loves spending time with friends, reading, and marathoning shows on her DVR. Married to her high school sweetheart, Laramie lives in Bowling Green, KY with her husband (the Travel Coordinator) and a sometimes crazy cat named Beau.

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"Grip is my ultimate...If I was forced, gun-to-the head, ...

"Grip is my ultimate...If I was forced, gun-to-the head, to make one book boyfriend real to be mine, it would be him. No questions asked." -- Adriana Locke, USA Today Bestselling Author 
STILL, the sexy,emotional final installment of the GRIP series, is available NOW!

  Enter the $50 Gift Card Release Giveaway! http://bit.ly/StillLIVEGive   I'll be there. Through thick and thin. Ride or die. You can count on me.   The promises people make. The vows we take. Assumptions of the heart. Emotion tells us how we feel, but life...life has a way of plunging us in boiling water, burning away our illusions, testing our faith, trying our convictions. Love floating is a butterfly, but love tested is an anchor.   For Grip and Bristol, Love started at the top of the world On a Ferris wheel under the stars But when that love is tested, will they fly or fall?  
Excerpt: “Mmmmm, that looks good.”     The comment grabs my attention, and I find myself smiling for the first time since I left Bristol. As she walks toward me, the approaching sunset paints the roof in shadows, but I see her clearly. Dark hair, burnished in places, falls around her shoulders. She has already discarded the dress she wore at lunch today in favor of a T-shirt and nothing else; it’s the one I just tossed into the hamper.     She tugs at my HABITUAL LINE STEPPER T-shirt, the hem landing at the top of her thighs. Where the T-shirt stops, my eyes keep going, past the lean muscles of her legs and the cut of her calves, the delicate bones of her ankles and to her bare feet. I love this girl, head to toe. Beyond this gorgeous packaging, it’s everything beneath that makes me beyond grateful she’s mine. The loyalty, the bottomless pit that is her heart, her sense of humor. The toughest girl I know is also the most tender, and I’m so honored I get to see both sides, all her sides.     “You out of clean clothes?” I nod to my T-shirt. “You gotta wear my dirty stuff now?”     An impish smile tugs at her bare lips. She’s washed away her makeup, and with it, all the sophistication she wraps around herself for her job. Up on this roof in my T-shirt, she’s just my girl. I love her in every iteration, but this is the one only I get to see, so it’s probably my favorite.     “I have clean clothes.” She steps close enough for me to smell her scent and mine mingling in the fabric. “I like the way this shirt smells.”     I drop a look over her, my eyes resting on the curves of her breasts in the soft cotton, where her nipples have gone taut under my stare.     “How does the shirt smell?” I ask, my voice as smoky as the steaks I should be paying attention to.     “Like you.” She leans forward until her breasts press into my chest. “It smells like you.”     My hands are twitching to touch her, and I finally surrender, slipping under the shirt to grasp her waist, pulling her up the few inches until our lips meet. I’ve been thinking about these steaks all day, and before Bristol arrived, I thought I was starving—but this, what I feel having her in my arms after hours apart, this is starving. It starts in my balls and tunnels up through my chest, infiltrates my heart, and presses its way to my mouth, which is open and devouring in a lips-searching, tongues-dueling kiss. I grip her by the ass, grinding our bodies together until the texture of her skin and mine, the scents of her skin and mine meld into this one panting, voracious thing that never seems to get enough.     “You better not burn my steak,” Bristol pants in between kisses.     I angle my head to send my tongue deeper into her mouth, holding her still, teasing her until she’s straining up, open and begging when I pull back.     “Grip.” My name is a whimpering complaint. She cups my neck and tugs my head back down.     “Oh, no.” I resist, laugh, and turn to the grill. “You were so concerned about me burning these steaks, Ms. Medium Rare.”     “I am.” She slides her arms around me from behind and I feel a sweet sting, her teeth gently biting my shoulder through my T-shirt. I love it when she bites me, but I’m not giving her that satisfaction yet. “But that doesn’t mean you get to stop kissing me. You have to multitask.”     One slim hand slides over my abs and past my belt to cup me through my jeans.     Damn. Not sure how long I can keep up this charade that I don’t want to screw her into the wall on the roof where anyone with half a telescope could see.     “Wow,” I say, keeping my tone unaffected, though she’s gotta feel me getting longer and harder in her hand. “Somebody’s horny as hell.”     She makes a sound that’s half outraged laughter, half indignant grunt before stepping around to stand in front of me by the grill.     “I will not be slut-shamed by my own boyfriend.” Amusement lights her eyes, turning them to quicksilver.     “Shamed?” I put down the grilling fork I’m using for the steaks and reach for her again. “No shame in being horny for me, baby. I wanna give you a gold star.”     Her eyes slide down to the erection poking her in the stomach. “Is that what we’re calling it now? Should we name it?”     “Guys who have to name their dicks probably aren’t using ’em right.”     “So I ask again . . . should we name it?”     I cock a brow and press our hips together. “Are you implying that I don’t know how to use mine? Because that’s not the impression I got this morning when you came so hard you were singing like a bird.”     She tilts her head, her eyes wide and considering. “Did you say like a bird?” A small smile plays around her lips. “What made you say that?”     “I don’t know.” I give a careless shrug. “Why?”     “It’s silly,” she says, rolling her eyes in self-derision. “I was thinking today when I laughed it sounded like . . .”     Bristol blushes about once every Halley’s Comet, so the color washing across her cheeks makes me wonder.     “What?” I probe. “Your laugh sounded like what?”     “Like a happy bird,” she mumbles, peering up at me like I’m going to laugh in her face.     Which I do.     “Stop laughing at me.” She narrows her eyes in mock warning.     “Right.” I dip my head to catch her eyes and tease her. “Because when you tell me you laugh like a happy bird I’m just supposed let you get away with that.”     “I’m not telling you things anymore.” She narrows her eyes and folds her arms over her chest.     “Yeah, right. I’m your best friend.” I pull her back into me. “You’ll tell me everything like you always do.”     “You are, you know.” Her voice softens. “My best friend, I mean.” When she looks at me like this, her eyes stripped of every defense, no guard in sight, completely honest and open and vulnerable, I feel slightly invincible. It’s a trick of the heart, I know, but I can’t help but think that as long as she looks at me like this, there isn’t anything I couldn’t survive, that our love is the stuff of legends, rolled in Teflon, disaster-proof. I’m as fanciful as Bristol, my laughing bird. “You’re mine, too,” I echo her sentiment. “My best friend.” “I won’t tell Rhyson,” she promises with a grin. “I’m pretty sure he spits the same line to Kai.” I keep a straight face. “We have to say that shit to get laid.” “I hate you.” “Orrrrrrrrr do you love me and want to blow me after dinner?” I shrug and lift my hands, my palms up. “Just saying. Listen to your heart, Bristol. Listen to your heart.” “I’m listening to my belly right now, smartass, and it’s growling. Feed me.” “Like my mama used to say, ain’t no freeloaders in this house. What’ll you give me for feeding you?” “Um . . .” “I do have a suggestion, if you’re searching.” “Let me guess—you have a ‘Will fuck for food’ sign up here somewhere?” “I used bubble letters.” I laugh and give her ass a light smack. “You can barter that booty.” It’s so damn easy with Bristol—our banter, the chemistry, the perfect rhythm of our conversation. It was one of the first things I noticed when we met all those years ago. We didn’t read each other’s minds or finish each other’s sentences. It wasn’t cosmic, but it was a connection that seized me by the brain and grabbed me by the balls. She was as smart as she was sexy, as curious as she was forthcoming. There were years in between when we made things complicated, when things were strained, but now with our hearts settled on each other for good, it’s simple. This. Her. Us.
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This book gave me a different perspective on biracial relationships and what they face everyday. It also gave me all the feels in the world❤❤

The author is eloquent at expressing herself through the written word that translates into beautiful imagery and an involved storyline of colorful characters. The story is full of prose and romance that is uncommon nowadays.  If you haven't a read the first 2 books in the series, then you should pick them up and start those before reading these. This isn't a standalone book.
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From This Moment, an all-new sexy and emotional standalon...

From This Moment, an all-new sexy and emotional standalone from USA Today Bestselling author Melanie Harlow is coming October 10th!From This Moment by Melanie HarlowGenre: Contemporary RomancePublishing Date: October 10th, 2017It was like seeing a ghost.When my late husband’s twin brother moves back to our small town, I want to avoid him. Everything about Wes reminds me of the man I lost and the life we’d planned together, and after eighteen long months struggling just to get out of bed, I’m finally doing okay. I have a new job, an amazing support group, and a beautiful five-year-old daughter to parent. I don’t want to go backward.But I’m drawn to him, too. He understands my grief and anger and loneliness like no one else—and I understand his. Before long, that understanding becomes desire, and that desire becomes uncontrollable.We make excuses. We blame our sorrow. We promise each other it will never happen again.But it does.And when our secret threatens to destroy his family and my reputation, we’ll have to decide what’s more important—loyalty or love?Excerpt:“Want to go out in the canoe?” he asked. “Okay.” I ditched my flip-flops on the small, beach-level deck, and we set our wine glasses and the bottle on the deck’s little round table. Wes was already barefoot. Together we dragged the forest green canoe from the tall beach grasses on the side of the deck down to the water’s edge and tipped it over. “Let me rinse it out a little,” Wes said, frowning at the dirt and spider webs inside. “Want to grab the paddles? They should be in the shed.” “On it.” I went to the small shed on the embankment, opened it up and grabbed the oars, which stood in one corner. On the shelves were life jackets and sand toys and deflated rafts that probably had holes in them, and scratched into the wooden door among other graffiti was WP + CB. Huh. I’d never noticed that before. Who was CB? I glanced over my shoulder at Wes, who’d taken off his T-shirt and tossed it onto the sand. My stomach full-out flipped. Quickly, I shut the door to the shed and brought the oars down to the canoe. Wes stood up straight and stuck his hands on his hips. He wore different sunglasses than Drew had worn, more of an aviator than a wayfarer. The body was similar, though Wes’s arms seemed more muscular, especially through the shoulder. Other things were the same and caused a rippling low in my body—the soft maroon color of his nipples, the trim waist, the trail of hair leading from his belly button to beneath the low-sling waistband of his red swim trunks. In my head I heard Tess’s voice. Arms. Chest. Shoulders. Skin. Stubble. Muscle. The smell of a man. The solidity of him. “What’s the law on drinking and canoeing?” he asked. What’s the law on staring at your brother-in-law’s nipples? I wondered, swallowing hard. What was wrong with me? “I think we’re okay,” I said, handing the oars to him. Our hands touched in the exchange. “Let me grab our glasses.” “Perfect. If you hold them, I’ll take us out.” I retrieved the wine glasses from the table and walked carefully across the sand to the lake’s edge, taking deep, slow breaths. A sweat had broken out across my back. I was wearing a swimsuit beneath my cover up, a modest tankini, but I didn’t want to remove it. Wading ankle deep, I attempted to step into the canoe, but it wobbled beneath my foot. “Whoa.” Wes took me by the elbow and didn’t let go until I was seated at one end, facing the other. “Okay?” I nodded. Despite the heat, my arms had broken out in goose flesh. “All right, here we go.” As he rowed us away from shore, the breeze picked up, cooling my face and chest and back. “Drew and I used to have canoe-tipping contests.” I snapped my chin down and skewered Wes with a look over the top of my sunglasses. “Don’t even think about it.” He just grinned, the muscles in his arms and chest and stomach flexing with every stroke of the oars through the water. Momentarily mesmerized, I allowed myself the pleasure of watching him. It was okay if we were both thinking about Drew, wasn’t it? In fact, it was only natural that I was intrigued by the sight of Wes’s body. He was my husband’s identical twin, for heaven’s sake, and I missed his physical presence in my life. I missed looking at him naked. I missed feeling the weight of him above me. I missed the feeling of being aroused by him, of my body’s responses to his touch, his kiss, his cock. Deep in my body, the rusty mechanism of arousal creaked to life. My nipples peaked, my stomach hollowed, and something fluttered between my legs. Oh, Jesus. I sat up straighter, pressed my knees together, and closed my mouth, which I realized had fallen open. Hopefully I hadn’t moaned or anything. After another sip of wine, I turned my head and studied a freighter off in the distance. My heart was beating way too fast. It’s only natural. It’s only natural. Wes stopped paddling and set the oars in the bottom of the canoe, their handles resting against the seat in the middle. “We’ll have to bring Abby out here.” “Definitely.” Did my voice sound normal? “She’ll love it. Here, want this?” I held his wine glass toward him and he reached out to take it. His fingers brushed mine, and I pulled my hand back as if the touch had burned me. “Thanks.” He tipped the glass up then looked along the shore. “I’d like to find a place on the lake. Maybe not along this stretch of beach, though.” I caught his meaning and smiled. “A little too close to home?” “Yeah. But I don’t want to be too far away. I’d like to get a boat too.” “What kind of boat? Drew always talked about it, but we never quite settled on one.” “Not sure. Maybe just a little fishing boat, something to ski behind.” “That sounds fun. Drew loved to ski.” “We’ll have to teach Abby.” I laughed. “You, not we. I managed to get up and stay up a few times, but I am not the expert.” “You can teach her to cook, I’ll teach her to water ski.” “Deal.” Separate activities seemed like a good idea. “Breakfast was incredible.” “Thanks.” I tucked a strand of hair that had escaped my ponytail behind my ear, but the wind blew it right back into my face. “I really like working there. I’m so glad Georgia suggested it to me.” “How long have you been there?” “Since spring, when they got busy. I’m not sure what I’ll do this winter when it slows down. I’m dreading it, actually. Abby will be in school full time, and it will just be me at home alone.” This was something else I hadn’t talked about with anyone, how worried I was that the gray skies and cold weather and silent hours would set me spiraling into depression. “I always thought I’d have another baby to take care of, but life saw things differently.” “You’re still young, Hannah.” I shook my head. “I’m really not. And I feel even older than I am.” Please don’t go Grief Police on me and tell me I’m being ridiculous, I begged him silently. This isn’t the life I chose. It was handed to me and I’m doing the best I can. But he didn’t say anything more, just sipped his wine and looked out at the horizon. I was grateful. “What about you?” I asked. “Think maybe you’ll get married now that you’re back? Have a family? Abby won’t have any siblings so she needs some cousins.” “That seems to be a popular topic of discussion around here,” Wes said, shaking his head, “but I really have no idea.” “Small town. We like to know everyone’s business.” I smiled. “Hey, what about CB? I saw your initials carved with hers on the door of the shed. Maybe she’s still around.” He groaned. “Is that still there? Jesus. That had to be twenty years ago.” Hugging my knees, I leaned forward. “First love?” “Not even.” He hesitated, as if he were trying to decide whether to confess something. “Come on,” I cajoled, carefully reaching out of the canoe, and splashing water toward him. “Tell me. I’ve been spilling my guts for an hour.” “First kiss.” I squealed. “And?” He cringed. “It’s too embarrassing.” “Wes, I had a completely humiliating breakdown in front of you last night. I got snot on my arm.” “This is worse.” “Get it out. You’ll feel better.” “Let’s just say it was a very awkward, very fast experience.” I gasped. “You lost your virginity to her?” “No. Just my dignity.” Laughing, I tilted my head back and felt the sun on my face, the wind in my hair, and something like joy in my heart. It had been a long time.
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About the Author:Melanie Harlow likes her martinis dry, her heels high, and her history with the naughty bits left in. When she's not writing or reading, she gets her kicks from TV series like VEEP, Game of Thrones, House of Cards, and Homeland. She occasionally runs three miles, but only so she can have more gin and steak. Melanie is the author of the HAPPY CRAZY LOVE series, the FRENCHED series, and the sexy historical SPEAK EASY duet, set in the 1920s. She lifts her glass to romance readers and writers from her home near Detroit, MI, where she lives with her husband, two daughters, and pet rabbit.
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Sol by Leslie McAdam releases on October 15th!CHECK OUT T...

Sol by Leslie McAdam releases on October 15th!CHECK OUT THIS COVER!Cover Model: Taylor LotreCover Designer: Michele Catalano CreativeCover Photographer: Cory StierleyADD TO YOUR TBR → http://bit.ly/2eLid2iThe army taught me discipline. Order. Control.None of that matters the day I walk into her classroom.Or her bedroom.What's more important than my grade?Not failing her.A note from the author about the cover On July 27, 2016, Cory Stierley sent a group text to me and our mutual friend Erin, a painter, completely ticked off about seeing a guy running. Since I don’t normally get upset about seeing people run—and neither do Cory or Erin—I thought this was odd behavior.Cory: “Ok, this is common from me but I’m kinda pissed off right now!!!”Me: “Let it out”Erin: “…go on”Cory is a professional photographer who has taken the cover photographs for half of my published books, in addition to other New York Times bestsellers. He loves color and celebrating bodies. He has an eye for beauty and a knack for getting amazingly creative shots.Cory's text: “So, I was getting off the highway and I happen to see this dude running, red tank top with white edges, black and white shorts. He was running on a path next to a green field, so of course it stuck out to me. I had to go slow past him cuz the speed limit and the turn I was making. He immediately hit me as your next cover model.”Me: “And why are you pissed about this”Because why would anyone be mad about seeing a guy running in a park? Right?But Cory was so upset because this was the one who got away. A muse, an inspiration. Marching orders from the creative universe to actually make something.And his potential subject was gone.Cory was adamant. “He NEEDS to model. … Leslie, I’m not lying when I say he is your IDEAL dude/model.”He was right.In an attempt to find the guy, Cory placed a “missed connections” ad on Craigslist, but was discouraged because of the slim-to-none chances that someone would see the ad and know the identity of the runner.I tried to reassure him: “Well he’ll find you. And you’ll take his pic. And I’ll buy it. That’s all. Done. … This is the part where I expose to you all what a mystical weirdo I am. But that’s what happens. You’ll find him. .. Or he’ll find you. That’s the way the universe works. … Relax you’ll find him.”(And then Erin and I discussed tattoos for a while. <3 Sigh.)The next day, Cory went back to the same park at about the same time and hung around.No dude.The following day, Cory woke up and got the idea to stop by a local gym. Cory walked in and was relieved to see that there was a younger girl behind the counter. (He was grateful that it was a younger chick, thinking that a story like this wouldn't weird her out so much, and that she would help.) He went up to her and started describing the guy he saw running.She got a knowing look on her face like, I know who you’re talking about. Reinstalling Instagram on her phone, she pulled up a profile.And it was the guy!Named Taylor.So Cory had FOUND THE GUY despite nearly zero odds.Looking at his profile, we were not only struck by handsome Taylor’s looks but also his incredible attitude. Nearly all of his posts were positive quotes and affirmations. There was just an amazing spirit about every single thing he did.We all felt a sense of relief that Cory had found the guy, and both he and I direct messaged him on Instagram. (Cory made me redo my original message because he thought it sounded too stalkery.)And we were relieved when he responded.We found out the following. (1) He’d been wanting to model, and encouraged to do so by family and friends his whole life, but didn’t know how to go about it, and (2) this was his second day doing cardio in three years, since he had gotten out of the Army. But this was the first day, at the last second, he had decided to run a different route. If he would have gone the other way, Cory wouldn't have seen him.You can draw your own conclusions to this story. My conclusion is that some things are meant to be. Taylor was meant to model and Cory was meant to find him.And now, not only did Cory find him, they took the pic, I bought it, and he’s on my cover, but the fact that he served in Afghanistan provided me with a muse for this story. About the AuthorLeslie McAdam is a California girl who loves romance, Little Dude, and well-defined abs. She lives in a drafty old farmhouse on a small orange tree farm in Southern California with her husband and two small children. Leslie always encourages her kids to be themselves – even if it means letting her daughter wear leopard print from head to toe. An avid reader from a young age, she will always trade watching TV for reading a book, unless it’s Top Gear. Or football. Leslie is employed by day but spends her nights writing about the men you fantasize about. She’s unapologetically sarcastic and notoriously terrible at comma placement (that’s what editors are for!). Always up for a laugh, Leslie tries to see humor in all things. When she’s not in the writing cave you’ll find her fangirling over Beck, camping with her family, or mixing up oil paints to depict her love of outdoors on canvas.Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/lesliemcadamauthorTwitter: http://www.twitter.com/LeslieMcAdamWebsite: http://www.lesliemcadamauthor.com/Amazon: http://amzn.to/2qj9LL4Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/14542197.Leslie_McAdamFacebook Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/981750415193781/

Title: Holding Onto ForeverSeries: The Beaumont Series - ...

Title: Holding Onto ForeverSeries: The Beaumont Series - Next Generation #1Author: Heidi McLaughlinGenre: Contemporary RomanceRelease Date: October 12, 2017Cover Designer: Sarah Hansen with Okay Creations. The road for Noah Westbury has been carved out for him, long before he knew who his father was. Making sure he worked hard to deserve the opportunities provided to him, Noah is exactly where he dreamed of being - starting QB for Portland Pioneers. Together with a Victoria Secret's model girlfriend by his side, life couldn't get much better. Except for the fact that standing in his path is Peyton Powell-James, his life-long friend and the one woman he can never have.

Peyton Powell-James always knew her future would be in football and dreams of having a successful sports journalism career once she graduates college. After being given an assignment to cover a professional game from the sidelines, Peyton believes that everything is going to plan, until one fateful night changes her life.
Harsh reality sets in for Noah and Peyton. One could lose everything, while the other one struggles to keep the families together.

Heidi is a New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author.Originally from the Pacific Northwest, she now lives in picturesque Vermont, with her husband and two daughters. Also renting space in their home is an over-hyper Beagle/Jack Russell, Buttercup and a Highland West/Mini Schnauzer, JiLL and her brother, Racicot.When she's isn't writing one of the many stories planned for release, you'll find her sitting court-side during either daughter's basketball games.Heidi's first novel, Forever My Girl, will be in theaters on October 27, 2017, starring Alex Roe and Jessica Rothe. HOSTED BY: