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King of the Court By Melanie Munton

Title: King Of The Court Author: Melanie Munton Genre: New Adult/ Contemporary Romance Release Date: December 27, 2017 Cover Designer: Mayhem Cover CreationsHosted by: Buoni Amici Press, LLC.


CAM DONOVAN Cam has been the king of college basketball for the past three years. Every season he dominates the basketball scene, and the entire country loves him. Well, everyone except for the only girl whose attention he actually wants.REESE BRADLEY As the new trainer for the men’s basketball team at North Calhoun University, Reese literally can’t stay away from the cocky star forward. She tends to avoid Cam’s type. The big-man-on-campus, alpha male type. But she’s finding it very difficult to ignore him and his relentless flirting.THERE’S JUST ONE PROBLEM Reese is the coach’s daughter. Cam’s coach has made it very clear that all members of his team are to keep their hands off Reese, no exceptions. With his final season at NCU under way, the last thing Cam needs is for his team’s dynamic to be screwed up, all because he couldn’t keep from screwing the coach’s daughter. He has to stay far away from her if he wants to take his team all the way.MAKE THAT TWO PROBLEMS Trey Warren. Point guard for NCU’s rival school. A.k.a., Cam’s long-time arch rival and coincidentally, Reese’s greatest nemesis. Trey is the one person who can send Cam’s basketball empire crumbling to the ground. Not to mention make matters between Cam and Reese even more complicated. As the highly publicized rivalry between Cam and Trey intensifies, the attraction between Cam and Reese heats up to scorching levels. No matter what, they know they have to resist each other. The more they deny their feelings, though, the stronger the pull between them becomes. But can they withstand secrets, betrayals, rivalries, and the ever-present press? Even if they break all the rules, will they be strong enough to fight through the forces conspiring against them?AFTER ALL, EVEN KINGS CAN BE OVERTHROWN…



Reese As I walked back through the locker room and shut myself into a stall, a wave of self-assuredness swept over me. It wasn’t fake confidence this time, either. I could do this. I’d earned this spot, dammit. I’d spent my entire life working my ass off studying and reading. I had pushed a lot of things to the back burner—like having a social life—in order to focus on school. And an uncomfortable situation with my father was not going to screw that up. I stepped out of the stall and washed my hands, lost in my thoughts. I knew I had the goofiest smile imaginable pasted on my face. That was, until I walked back into the locker room and saw it. An ass. A naked ass. On a guy. It was a guy’s naked ass, right in my face. I briefly glimpsed a tall, tanned body with rippling muscles all down his back before my eyes fell right back to that perfectly sculpted butt. A light smattering of dark blond hair was sprinkled across his hamstrings, which pulled, tightening with every move he made. God, what a sight. I unwittingly emitted some sort of throaty sound that was a mix between a sigh and a groan. Which was really unfortunate because, of course, he heard it and whipped around to face me, immediately covering his goods with a white T-shirt. His blue eyes were wide and beautiful but…angry. Shit, he was pissed. “Can I help you?” he snapped. Oh. My. God. I knew who this was. I’d seen his chiseled face a million times, though never in person. I’d watched him dominate the court over the years, I’d heard his deep baritone voice on TV. Hell, the entire country knew who he was. This was Cam freaking Donovan. And I’d just seen his ass. Where was that ending of the world when you needed it? Cam What the fuck? Who the hell was this chick? And why the shit was she in our locker room? Then realization dawned. Oh, you have got to be kidding me. She must have followed me in here or something. A stalker maybe? Trying to get a glimpse of Cam Donovan in his skivvies? Maybe she had some type of weird obsession. I didn’t have the patience to deal with this bullshit today. I was late getting to practice because of a stupid interview for a TV spot that the university insisted I do. So, I had already been in a piss-poor mood before I walked in here. This just pushed my rage over the edge. “Look, I don’t know what your deal is,” I bit out, “but you’re not allowed to be in here. You need to leave now.” She’d been standing there stock-still, mouth ajar, like a deer in headlights. But at my curt command, she finally snapped out of her trance and shook her head. Then she blushed. Hard. “No, sorry—I’m actually…um.” She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before opening them again, addressing me with more certainty. “I’m the team’s new student trainer. My name’s Reese.” My mind screeched to a halt. Now that was interesting. “Trainer, huh?” I asked, becoming more intrigued by the second. She nodded. “Yeah. I just needed to use the restroom, and I didn’t think anyone was in here. I’m sorry.” I noticed she went back and forth between making eye contact and looking over my head, obviously trying to avoid lowering her gaze to, well…the rest of me. I’d almost forgotten I wasn’t wearing anything and was currently covering my junk with a T-shirt. Not that it bothered me, but she was clearly uncomfortable. That’s when I really took her in from head to toe. She didn’t look much like a trainer. Probably because I was so used to old Gus and the rest of my doctors, who were all over the age of fifty. She looked to be about my age, though. And the fact that she was wearing tight ripped jeans and a faded “Middle Earth’s Annual Mordor Fun Run” T-shirt added to my curiosity. But one thing was certain after barely glancing at her. Our new trainer was hot.





Traveler. Reader. Wino. Beach-goer. St. Louis Cardinals fan. Pasta-obsessed. North Carolina resident. Sarcastic. Bit of a nerd. Author of the Slow Seductions, Cruz Brothers, Possession and Politics, and Timid Souls series, Melanie is a true romantic at heart. She loves writing the cheesy and corny of romantic comedies, and the sassy and sexy of suspenses. She aims to make her readers swoon, laugh out loud, maybe sweat a little, and above all, fall in love. And she loves her some strong alpha males and sassy heroines.She has a horrible food addiction to pasta and candy (not together…ew). And she gets sad when her wine rack is empty.Go visit Melanie's website and sign up for her newsletter to stay updated on release dates, teasers, and other details for all of her projects! http://www.melaniemunton.com/You can also follow Melanie on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, Instagram, and Goodreads.




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RAINBOWS IN THE MOONLIGHT by Ryan Jo Summers

RAINBOWS IN THE MOONLIGHTby Ryan Jo SummersGenre: Christian Romance


Koda Jacobs urgently needs a nanny. Right now.

Fresh from prison, Dalton Clayton needs a job—and just about anything will do.

Divine Intervention steps in and tosses Koda and Dalton together. Koda struggles with the conflicts of her impulsive decision to leave her babies with an unknown, convicted felon. That just can't be wise, can it? But she can't help but see how quickly the children bonded to him and trust him. Or the reassuring sense that this is just right.

Meanwhile, Dalton stumbles through the spills and thrills of two young children, and his growing interest in their mother. A chance meeting brings him back to his estranged family as well.

Over time mutual attraction forms between Koda and Dalton as the bond between Dalton and the children deepens. A sweet, southern romance full of forgiveness, second chances, and fun kids.

“Guess what I got today at work?,” Koda said. “My winter raffle prize.”

“It’s springtime.”

She shrugged. “It’s late in coming.” She explained about the heirloom casting. “I have the brochure inside. Apparently the idea is to have the family members do something like join hands or somehow get into a position while the artist makes a plaster cast. Once it’s dried and detailed, the end result is a permanent item. I guess people do baby’s feet and hands, joined hands for families, paw prints, whatever is important to each family. One of our doctors went there with her husband for their anniversary and had their joined hands finished in bronze. That’s how the company got involved with the raffle. I had thought to do the kid’s hands somehow. So I need to call and get a sitting scheduled for the kids.”

“And you, Mommy,” Ruthie declared, having run up while Koda was describing the casting. “You gotta sit with us and be casted.”

“Yes, probably. Certainly. Though I had originally thought of just you two.”

“What about Dalton?” Terry asked as the puppy danced between his feet.

Koda and Dalton exchanged startled looks.

“You said family. He’s family.”

Pink touched his cheeks as his surprised, embarrassed look met hers. Koda wondered if she was blushing as much as he was. Hopefully not.

“Well, Terry, guys.” She faltered, scrambling for something to say. “Family in this sense is usually . . .”

“Saved for mommies and daddies and kids,” Dalton supplied. “Blood family.”

Ruthie wrinkled up her nose and Terry tilted his head, watching the puppy chew his shoe. “But you’re here every day, doing things with us. We spent Sunday with your blood family. Don’t that make you family too?”

Koda felt tears pricking her eyes at her son’s assessment of family. She wanted to hug him. Dalton beat her to it.

“Come here, Buddy.” He knelt down, beckoning both to his side. “You too, Cricket. Now look, family is the people you came from, that you’re a part of.”

“You’re part of us.”

He smiled at Ruthie’s words, and Koda put her fist to her mouth to keep from crying. The tenderness of the scene rocked her like only those three could do. Her children’s honesty and innocence left her weak. Dalton’s gentleness left her breathless.

“You’re right. I’m a part of you, both of you, but I am not family. That’s your mama and your grandmama. Just like my mama and daddy and sisters are my family. And Carlos and the boys become our family when Carlos married my sister and they had the boys. That’s how you make a family.”

Terry and Ruthie stared at each other. Ruthie grabbed Dalton’s hand and shook it. “You can marry Mommy and then be our family for real.”

A sob escaped Koda and Dalton glanced up at her, puzzlement in his eyes.

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Ryan Jo Summers is a North Carolina writer who pens romances with a twist. They may contain any number of elements: Christian, humor, mystery, paranormal, sweet, shape-shifting, or time travel. Her dad is a songwriter and his aunt wrote poetry so writing must be in the family genes.

She makes her home in a century-old mountain cottage, with a menagerie of adopted pets. In her spare time, she likes to gather with family and friends, paint ceramics or canvas, potter in the yard, bird-watching, or read, play chess, Mahjongg or work word-find puzzles. She might take her dog and head deep into the forests and rivers near her home to plot the next big scene or story. Like her dad's aunt, she writes poetry as a means to cope with life's pains.

She collects lighthouses, shells, driftwood, and anything to remind her of the shore.

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Night Shift By Carey Decevito

Title: Night Shift (Night Shade 2) Author: Carey Decevito Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance/ Romantic Suspense Release Date: January 9, 2018 Cover Designer: Clarise Tan of CT Cover Creations  Hosted by: Buoni Amici Press, LLC. 


A serial killer…A past that haunts no matter how much the distance…Which one will strike first?Eighteen deaths over eight years has left Shane Peters itching to find his mark. The death that started it all ensured his obsession with the murderer who had turned his life into a living hell, leaving him to raise a newborn daughter on his own.Starting over wasn’t the easiest thing, but Emberlyn Roth had managed by shear grit and the skin of her teeth. It’s too bad one can’t outrun their past.A protector of the wronged, Shane is torn between his duty as a detective for the Jacksonville PD and a quest to find himself some peace. Red tape binds his capabilities and moonlighting as an investigator for Nightshade Securities has him feeling stretched thin. Late nights on the streets and his sense of duty keeps him from being the father he wants to be. Throw onto his already rickety house of cards, an attraction to the mysterious Emberlyn, the lead he’s got on the murderer he’s been hunting for nearly a decade, and threats his woman is receiving by an unsavory character from her past, and he’s seriously tempted to take Dalton Kipper’s offer to join his team in a permanent basis.Rules have a place, but when you’re faced with losing the one that means most to you, lines can become blurred. With the fate of his family’s future hanging in the balance, he’s ready to risk it all.

Prologue“What are you doing here?” The tension around me palpable, she hurried aside to let me enter before closing the door behind us. My blood boiled. My skin crawled that she’d let him do that to her. I had to get rid of it. The taint. Purify her. “What have you done? You’re mine, Evie. I told you, when I came back, you’d be mine and now look at yourself.” Disgust was as clear in my voice as it was in my expression. “Wh-whatever it is…we can talk this out,” she stuttered, her feet inching her backward as I followed her movements. Reaching to the small of my back, my fingers wrapped around the grip as I pulled it from its sheath. The eight-inch blade caught the glint of the afternoon sun, mesmerizing me, causing me to admire the play of light against it before I focused on the woman before me. Her eyes shone with terror. “You don’t…” She shook her head left to right, swallowing hard, stumbling against the side table next to the sofa. “You don’t have to do this.” She righted herself. “We can still be together. Now that…now that you’re back–” I shot her an incredulous look. Did she think me a fool? “You’ve gone and done the unthinkable. You had his child!” I hollered, my knuckles gripping the knife tightly. “This is the only way…the only way to get rid of the stain.” Her steps froze momentarily. “Stain?” “It’s what I should have done a while ago,” I spat, cornering her as her steps were halted by the wall at her back. “What you took from me…what should have been mine,” I raged, “is what I’ll take from you.” One moment my eyes darted toward the hallway where I knew the devil lay in slumber, and the next, Eva Peters was making a mad rush toward the door that separated me from saving us all. “No!” she panted. “You’re crazy!” If she only knew. “Move, Evie,” I growled, “it’s the only way.” “She’s not here. Please!” Tears streamed down her face, her body shaking with fear. Using the tip of the blade, I ran it over her soaked cheek, the metal sharp enough to catch on her ivory skin, causing a streak of blood to suddenly materialize. I felt lighter instantly. Powerful. In control. A feeling I hadn’t had in quite some time. Manning my knife, I proceeded to run the tip of it down to her bottom lip, nicking it just enough for another bubble of her essence to form. “Mmm…” I groaned, leaning forward to press my front against hers, taking the time to lick her damaged lip, then whispered my new realization while rubbing my impossibly hard cock against her stomach. “I was wrong. This…” I ran my finger through the blood on her cheek, watching its movement, “is what I need, Evie.” The sadness was overwhelming as I stared at the beauty laying limp and lifeless beneath me. The rage I’d felt had all but dissipated with each slice of my blade through her flesh. Like a hot knife through butter, each time blood began to pour out, a weight lifted within me. What once held pleading in her eyes, was now long gone. She was nothing but a piece of art, trussed up by her silk scarves, a vessel conveying my message. I’d be back… Chapter 1ShaneEight Years LaterThe moment I walked over the threshold, I knew a clusterfuck of epic proportion awaited me. Blood was everywhere. Spatter by the front door, smears over the walls, and droplets leading to where I knew the victim would ultimately be laying in a pool of her life’s essence. Forensics was going to have a field day with this one. Just like with the other fifteen. Donning the protective gear the lead officer had ordered me to change into before entering the scene, I made my way toward the back of the house. Carefully avoiding one evidence marker after another, I entered the master bedroom. The grizzly sight of Victoria Spark’s mutilated body, lying face up on the bed, greeted me. The standard ligatures on her wrists and ankles proved that she’d been restrained and alive through most of her torture; the killer leaving her to die in excruciating pain from her wounds and ultimately, blood loss. The scent of copper on the air thickened as I made my final approach, slipping my hands into a pair of plastic gloves. I was looking for something I knew was meant for me. Setting my evidence kit down beside the bed, I bent toward the body in search of my next clue. The sickening crack of the victim’s jaw set my stomach to roiling as I pulled her mouth open, locating the three pieces I had come to expect after so many years of chasing this perp. Letting go of the victim, I grasped my digital camera and photographed my findings. Setting the camera down, I whipped out the small evidence bag from my kit and opened it, manning my tweezers. Fishing the objects out one by one, I dropped them in the bag, then photographed them again. Fragments of a photograph were what this sicko leaves. Camera in hand, I shot a few frames of the room, as well as the rest of the premises. The team would have their own photos, but I liked being thorough with my investigations, thus preferred gathering my own shots, comparing them with the others’. Closing up my kit, I stood to take my leave. Fucking sadistic bastard and his games. It pissed me off that he was always one step ahead of me. Thinking on those tiny pieces—the unknown subject, or unsub’s calling card—I was confused more than ever as to why he was leaving them at every scene. The letter I’d received at the precinct, a week after the first murder, had eluded that they were all part of some demented countdown…a puzzle of sorts. One thing was clear however, the perp was after me, and after sixteen murders, I still wasn’t any closer to finding this guy. In my career as a detective, I’ve come across a lot of questionable characters. I’ve done my fair share of arresting the dregs of society and making enemies along the way. You can’t be a cop without that happening. “I take it that Rosie is in for another disappointing birthday dinner?” Will asked, coming to a stop at my side as I exited the victim’s home. For the last seven years, it had been the same fucking story. That in itself was enough to confirm that the unsub was gunning for me. That, and the fact that he’d started this spree of his claiming none other than my wife as his first victim. My only problem was, my list of suspects had next to nothing. This perp was meticulously careful. Treating his kills like artwork: from the placement of limbs, to the blood spatter surrounding the victims…even those fucking pieces. “I hate going back on my promise,” I growled. “She’s going to be pissed.” “I know it’s your case, Shane, but I’m your partner,” Will said. “Take a few hours, go to her, then come back if you have to.” I nodded.  “I have what I need right now. You sure you can handle everything without me?” He patted me on the back as I straightened from the body and backed away. “I’ll call if something comes up.” Thanking him, I handed him my evidence bag, then made to leave the scene, my camera and evidence kit in tow.Caught up in my own memories, I drove home on autopilot, scenes from eight years ago playing in my head. The same black hair. The same look of terror in her open eyes. Eva had been bound too. And cut up. Blood. God! There’d been so much blood everywhere. I’d been the one to find her. I hated to think what would have been had my Rosie been there that day. “Daddy!” was squealed, knocking me out of my grizzly thoughts. Opening the car door and letting myself out, I caught her as she launched herself into my arms. My princess. The light of my life.


Born and raised in small town Northern Ontario, Canada, Carey Decevito has always had a penchant for reading and writing.More than a decade later, with weeks of sleepless nights, where exhaustion settled into her everyday existence, she finally gave in and put pen to paper (more like fingers to keyboard!) She submitted to the dreams that plagued her. And the rest, as they say, is history!A member of the RWA, Carey enjoys spending time with family and friends, the outdoors, travelling, and playing tourist in Canada's National Capital region. When life gets crazy, this contemporary erotic romance author seeks respite through her writing and reading. If all else fails, she knows there’s never a dull moment with her two daughters, her goofy husband, and cat who she swears is out to get her.She is the author of both The Broken Men Chronicles and Nightshade series.







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Devoted to Wicked by Shayla Black

   A one-night stand…or something more? Karis isn't sure until a thief strands her in Mexico, leaving her in need of a passport photo—and a hero—and giving Cage a second chance to win her love.This book is a cross-over between both the Wicked Lovers and Devoted Lovers series. iBOOKS I BARNES & NOBLE I AMAZON US I AMAZON UKKOBO I GOOGLEPLAY     Shayla Black is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of more than fifty novels. For nearly twenty years, she’s written contemporary, erotic, paranormal, and historical romances via traditional, independent, foreign, and audio publishers. Her books have sold millions of copies and been published in a dozen languages. Raised an only child, Shayla occupied herself with lots of daydreaming, much to the chagrin of her teachers. In college, she found her love for reading and realized that she could have a career publishing the stories spinning in her imagination. Though she graduated with a degree in Marketing/Advertising and embarked on a stint in corporate America to pay the bills, her heart has always been with her characters. She’s thrilled that she’s been living her dream as a full-time author for the past eight years. Shayla currently lives in North Texas with her wonderfully supportive husband, her teenage daughter, and two spoiled tabbies. In her “free” time, she enjoys reality TV, reading, and listening to an eclectic blend of music. NEWSLETTER I WEBSITE I FACEBOOK I INSTAGRAM I TWITTER I PINTEREST I GOOGLE+ I YOUTUBE

VELVET & VOWS by Stacy Eaton

VELVET & VOWSThe Celebration Township, book 13
by Stacy EatonGenre: Contemporary Romance - Holiday


The epic finale of the Celebration Series is finally here. Celebrate Christmas once again with the couple that started it all: Casey Lowe and Thad Wagner.

Velvet & Vows starts out twenty days before the wedding and there is a lot to be done. With wedding showers, bachelor and bachelorette parties, the final dress fittings, holiday preparations and the last of the details for the ceremony and reception, Celebration is crackling with energy—but it’s not all good.

With a few misunderstandings, many secrets and a serial arsonist running rampant in the town, the days leading up to the wedding are far more stressful than Casey and Thad ever planned for it to be. It will take the entire town to tell this story as we pass from one leading character to another.

Prepare yourself for this one-of-a-kind novel that will bring insight into every character you’ve fallen in love with during the series, and even a few characters you’ve never heard from first hand.


The sound of Thad’s heartbeat thrummed steadily under my ear and begged me to stay in bed forever—or at least a few more hours—but we both had to get ready for work.

I sighed heavily, and he tightened his arm around my back. “Only a few more weeks and we will be away from here—just you and me—enjoying ten days of bliss on the beach.”

I tilted my head back and gazed into his handsome face. I couldn’t believe that Thad and I were getting married in three weeks. It had been basically a year since we’d met and he’d saved me from my psychotic ex. I had reflected back on that night many times over the last eleven months and was thankful that Thad was so perceptive and followed his gut on so many things.

“I can’t believe it’s almost here,” I replied and squeezed his torso. “Three more weeks and you will officially be mine—forever.”

“Yep, I’ll officially be Mr. Thaddeus Lowe.”

“You’re not taking my name,” I teased.

He kissed the top of my head. “At home I will, but you know at work I have to stay Officer Wagner.”

“I thought it was going to be Sergeant Wagner soon.”

He smirked and tapped my nose. “You weren’t supposed to know about that.” He paused, “Let me guess: Missy told you?”

“No.” I shook my head and pushed off his chest to sit up. He grabbed my arm and pulled me back down.

“You aren’t getting away from me that easily.” He shifted and rolled me over to my back, laying his leg over mine so he could use his weight to hold me down. “Who told you? It had to be Missy.”

“No.” I grinned and then pushed my leg to the side so it slipped up the inside of his, my thigh coming in contact with his groin. He moaned as he clamped his eyes shut. “It wasn’t Missy,” I whispered seductively.

While he was a little distracted, I shifted and hustled out of the bed while he tried to drag me back. “No, get back here.”

I laughed. “I have to get to work, and so do you,” I told him when he managed to pull me back to the bed with his arms around my waist.

“I’ll let you go, but you have to tell me who told you. It was supposed to be a surprise.”

“It was a surprise.” I leaned forward and kissed him before I pushed on his shoulders to get away. “It would have been a better surprise if you had told me and not your sister.”

Thad’s hands dropped as he gave me an odd look. “Corrine? How the hell did she know?”




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Stacy Eaton is a USA Today Best Selling author and began her writing career in October of 2010. Stacy took an early retirement from law enforcement after over fifteen years of service in 2016, with her last three years in investigations and crime scene investigation to write full time.

Stacy resides in southeastern Pennsylvania with her husband, who works in law enforcement, and her teen daughter who is working toward her second degree black belt in Tae Kwon Do and on the choral and cheerleading squads at school. She also has a son who is currently serving in the United States Navy.

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Sketched By E.M. Townsend

ThrillerDate Published: November 2017


Fledgling police sketch artist Piper Cooke has always been different.
Gifted with second sight, but cursed with a life of tragedy, she has survived the feral streets of Dixon and has triumphed over her troubled upbringing. Piper faces her biggest challenge yet, however, when her visions compel her to disobey police orders and send her right into the wicked grasp of a madman.
Her life should've ended back in the blood soaked suburban basement, but it didn't. Instead, the brutal trauma that should've been the end of her only makes her unique abilities stronger.
Years after her escape, a series of hideous visions force Piper out of hiding and back into the city that almost destroyed her years ago. Plagued by premonitions of doom, she finds herself compelled to track down Dixon's most twisted serial killer yet.
Follow Piper through a horrifically unsettling labyrinth of family secrets, corruption and the sickening workings of humanity’s darkest minds.




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Chapter One
July 23rd 2012 12:35 pm
Dixon City - Suburbs
 She had given up on the hope of surviving this.
 Perhaps it was hours ago that the switch had been flicked in her brain, but it could have been minutes. It could’ve been days. Anything remaining of Megan’s sanity, that rational part of her that had the ability to form coherent thoughts had dissolved as quickly and completely as a sugar cube in a cup of scalding tea.
 The only thing she knew now for sure was pain. It had taken over her mind, hand in hand with a kind of fear that she couldn’t have possibly comprehended before. It was a combination that no one survives to talk about.
 Her world had been reduced to the basement she was being held in.
 Beth.
 She had assured Megan that the dealer was legitimate. The house had seemed safe enough. Nevertheless, a nervousness had blossomed the moment they stepped off the bus, and it had continued to grow in her stomach with every step the two of them had taken to the address Beth’s new online ‘friend’ had given her.
 “C’mon Megan. Don’t be a chicken shit,” Beth had scowled.
 Beth was scary when she was mad.
She always had been. Her narrow eyes and wiry red hair gave her an off-putting look that she’d used to her advantage since childhood. Beth had practically dragged Megan up the cracked concrete path that led to the house, her freckled arms so much more powerful.
There had been a dog barking in the background, she could remember that much. For some reason, its yapping had sent warning signals off all through her body, only increasing the tension that was building steadily inside her.
Megan had known that they were risking it by skipping school to buy drugs in the worst part of town. She’d seen enough horror movies to know that this was how all immoral teenage girls were punished. Instead of knocking on the door of a drug house, she should’ve been in first-period biology. But she wasn’t.
She hadn’t wanted to be chicken shit.
Megan blinked at the paneling and matted green carpet that decorated her prison. Beth had escaped. Of course she had, she had always been the stronger one. Thick boned and fearless like some kind of suburban Viking.
It hadn’t come as a shock at all when, through eyes clouded with tears, she saw Beth begin to successfully loosen her wrist bonds. Her skin had torn from the rope, and the blood that coated her hands like red satin gloves eventually helped her to slide free.
Beth hadn’t looked back at her when she slipped through the basement window. Her face had been so transformed with fear and outright panic that she looked more like a wild animal than a human.
It had been when Megan helplessly watched the soles of Beth’s sneakers disappearing through the casement window that the rational part of her mind had broken.
Two girls never escaped. There was always one left behind.
There was always one set of parents collapsing with grief in the background while the survivor’s family turned their elated smiles to the news cameras.
Megan Coogan, who had willingly allowed Beth to cheat off her in school almost daily. Megan Coogan, who had lied to Beth’s parents so that their daughter could make out with some nameless boy in the dusty corner of a playground.
That Beth would carry on, finish school, get married, get a job, maybe even have kids.
Megan Coogan would never leave this basement.
The sound of footsteps on the creaking stairs sent a surge of adrenaline through Megan’s system, drowning out her thoughts and causing her limbs to go rigid. Breathing heavily, she listened to the wood groan as he moved slowly down the steps, as if deep in thought.
The door opened carefully, and he stepped in the room.

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E.M. Townsend is an incredibly talented writer who hails from the Great White North. This amazing wordsmith crafts intricate tales of horror and suspense that will keep you up at night. S. Prescott Thrillers has named E.M. Townsend as one of the hottest new novelists in the genre.


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Conquest [The Horsemen Series] By Justine Littleton

"I laughed and I sobbed and I devoured each and every word." ~ GoodreadsAuthor: Justine LittletonBook: Conquest
Genre: Paranormal RomanceSeries: The Horsemen Series #2  Here’s the problem with myths and legends; they're fiction. At one time, they may have been stories of real people, but over the ages, the story was passed from person to person, so what was once fact, becomes the written fables of those long ago. 
This is the true story of Conquest and the five horsemen.
Nicolette “Lettie” Osmond made her dying mother a vow: She would find a way to escape with her brother from the oppressive control of her father and The Order of Decay. Eight years later Lettie finally finds the resources and opportunity, but it means putting her faith in the one group of individuals she has been told since birth to never trust.
Connor “Conquest” Apocalos will do anything to protect his new sister and the happiness Dean has found—even kill his own brother if it comes to it. Hunting for Kayne and running Horsemen Hedge Funds, Connor hires an assistant, never expecting to find the one person fated for him.
Conquest must learn to woo a young woman without his power and is failing spectacularly, but will he still want her when he discovers the truth about Lettie and her connections? Amazon US: http://amzn.to/2kg7we6Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/2C4yE3XAmazon CA: http://amzn.to/2BYPUXxAmazon AU: http://amzn.to/2BVFNTt Other vendors: www.books2read.com/Conquest-The-Horsemen-Series
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Pride & Joie by M.E. Carter

Title: Pride & Joie
A #MyNewLife NovelAuthor: M.E. CarterGenre: Romantic ComedyRelease Date: December 22, 2017


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Joie Stevens put all her dreams on hold the day she became a mom. As a natural caretaker, it never bothered her. But now that her son is grown, she has some new goals in sight and nothing is going to get in her way.
Except maybe an attractive football coach. Who very literally gets in her way.
As assistant football coach for the Flinton State University Vikings, Jack Pride really has nothing to complain about. He has a job he loves and friends he enjoys. Certain he had his one true love in his late wife, the last thing on his mind is dating.
Until he runs into a beautiful non-traditional student. Who he very literally runs into.
This three-part story reminds us love can be better the second time around. And that it’s not just players in the game…

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Mother, reader, storyteller—ME Carter never set out to write books. But when a friend practically forced a copy of Twilight into her hands, the love of the written word she had lost as a child was rekindled. With a story always rolling around in her head, it should come as no surprise that she finally started putting them on paper. She lives in Texas with her four children, Mary, Elizabeth, Carter and Bug, who sadly was born long after her pen name was created, and will probably need extensive therapy because of it.

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he Doms of Her Life: Heavenly Rising series

   Heavenly Young doesn’t have time for romance. The innocent nursing student is struggling to care for her ailing father, keep a roof over their head, and start a new career. But fate decides to complicate her life even more by dropping two very different men in her lap and forcing her to make a choice that will change her life forever. Dr. Ken Beckman—vascular surgeon by day, sadist by night—has three hard-and-fast rules: Never date where he works, never touch vanillas, and never get tangled up with a virgin. But the moment he meets Heavenly, he aches to toss his scruples aside and claim the untouched beauty. She’s not ready for a man like him, but he can’t seem to walk away—even when he discovers he’s not the only man caught in her spell. Seth Cooper, ex-cop turned private eye isn’t looking for a happily ever after, just a hot-and-sweaty good time. And the minute he claps eyes on Heavenly, he’s all for coaxing the angel into his bed. But soon, she’s so deep under his skin that he’s willing to put his broken past behind him and turn his life upside down for her. Then he realizes he’s got competition… When it came to helping friends, Beck and Seth were as close as brothers. But when it’s clear they’re vying for the same girl, the games get vicious—until they realize that Heavenly is keeping secrets from them both. Will they call a truce and work together again before they lose her for good?     iBooks I Nook I Kobo I Amazon US I Amazon UK I Amazon CA I Amazon AUAbout AuthorsShayla BlackShayla Black is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of more than sixty novels. For nearly twenty years, she’s written contemporary, erotic, paranormal, and historical romances via traditional, independent, foreign, and audio publishers. Her books have sold millions of copies and been published in a dozen languages. Raised an only child, Shayla occupied herself with lots of daydreaming, much to the chagrin of her teachers. In college, she found her love for reading and realized that she could have a career publishing the stories spinning in her imagination. Though she graduated with a degree in Marketing/Advertising and embarked on a stint in corporate America to pay the bills, her heart has always been with her characters. She’s thrilled that she’s been living her dream as a full-time author for the past eight years. Shayla currently lives in North Texas with her wonderfully supportive husband, her daughter, and two spoiled tabbies. In her “free” time, she enjoys reality TV, reading, and listening to an eclectic blend of music. Newsletter I Website I Facebook I Instagram I Amazon I Shayla Black Book BeautiesJenna JacobUSA Today Bestselling author Jenna Jacob paints a canvas of passion, romance, and humor as her alpha men and the feisty women who love them unravel their souls, heal their scars, and find a happy-ever-after kind of love. Heart-tugging, captivating, and steamy, Jenna’s books will surely leave you breathless and craving more. A mom of four grown children, Jenna and her alpha-hunk husband live in Kansas. She loves reading, getting away from the city on the back of a Harley, music, camping, and cooking. Meet her wild and wicked fictional family in Jenna’s sultry series: The Doms of Genesis. Become spellbound by searing triple love connections in her continuing saga: The Doms of Her Life (co-written with the amazing Shayla Black and Isabella LaPearl). Journey with couples struggling to resolve their pasts and heal their scars to discover unbridled love and devotion in her contemporary series: Passionate Hearts. Or laugh along as Jenna lets her zany sense of humor and lack of filter run free in the romantic comedy series: Hotties of Haven. Newsletter I Website I Facebook I Instagram I AmazonIsabella LaPearlIsabella LaPearl is a USA Today bestselling author known for her collaboration with Shayla Black & Jenna Jacob for the Doms of Her Life Series. She enjoys writing sexy, erotic romance. A wife, mother, writer, reader and a love for riding motorcycles. To say it's been an extraordinary journey thus far would be an understatement... what a rush! What a thrill to realize dreams and see them go from a seed to fruition. So for all you aspiring Authors, who like me, have a fire inside that burns brightly and demands to be sated by writing... Never give up. Newsletter I Facebook I Website I Amazon

Maniac by Nina Auril

Title: ManiacAuthor: Nina AurilGenre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: PopKitty DesignsRelease Date: January 17, 2018


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The Maniac
Things I should have watched out for: The redhead with her face buried in her phone. The pixie who made me feel more alive than the speeding blue Shelby underneath me. The girl more intense than the music and crowds I surround myself with. The cure to all the demons from my past.The one with the boyfriend who loves her. But I didn’t, and now she has to watch me one more time. In a race for my life, and hers. 
The Cure 
Things I should have seen coming: The stupid red balloon. The road all my wishes led me down.The 6ft hulk with the easy smile. The maniac who rages both on the track and off it. The one who doesn’t care that I have a boyfriend who loves me.But I didn’t, and now I have to watch him one more time. In a race for his life, and mine.

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A new secret author duo team up under the pseudonym, Nina Auril. They bonded over their love for ‘maybe’ bad boys, offbeat and colorful females, and a desperate need to stand out from a crowd. Having spent so much time with each other, they finally decided to collaborate and create something amazing to write the kind of stories they want to read. Nina Auril can’t be categorized, and will surprise you at every turn but promise to get your lady bits tingling every time.

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