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November 10, 2017
Surviving Wilder by Cassie Graham
Title: Surviving Wilder
Series: The Wild #2Author: Cassie GrahamGenre: Paranormal RomanceRelease Date: November 9, 2017
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Candy Sawyer has decided to put her Strix obligations on hold in order to find herself – whatever that means. After years of being a dream-jumping white-witch, she hits the road with two friends seeking answers in the unknown. When she stumbles upon a small town in northern Arizona, she discovers something she wasn’t quite ready to deal with.
Sherwood ‘Wood’ Wilder is a broody, gorgeous, supernatural Pursuer who loves to grate Candy’s nerves. Some wouldn’t even call them friends – Candy, especially. So, when she runs into him while on a case, she doesn’t expect to have any sort of feelings for him other than aggravation.
Against her better judgment, Candy finds herself on a dangerous mission alongside Wood to unlock the secrets tormenting the town.
Their relationship becomes a thrilling game of cat and mouse, and soon, the lines they firmly put in place become blurred beyond recognition.
They’ve unknowingly jumped off a ledge. The question is, will their parachutes open before they hit the soil below?
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A Moscato aficionado, and chocolate mistress, Cassie Graham is a born and raised Arizona girl. Her sass knows no bounds and almost always has something kind to say, no matter the situation. She runs a platform of love and strives to bring those attributes out in every book she writes.
Cassie studied English and literature in college and has an intense love for fairytales. Go figure. Though she loves a good fairytale, she promises to always put her characters through the wringer for that happy ending. She started writing early in her high school career after an English teacher forced her to write in a journal. Four years and thirty-something notebooks full of words later, she found her passion.
Being a hopeless romantic, she found her love for romance after she fell in love at eighteen. Stories became a lot easier to write after she found her soulmate. Love exists and she's blessed enough to live it every day.
If Cassie isn't shoulder-deep in writing a version of a fairytale, you can find her front porch sitting with her husband and daughter, eating all the bread, gossiping with her best friends, visiting Disneyland, supporting strong women, listening to cheesy music and reading great books by amazing people. She loves binge watching Supernatural, drooling over Dean, Sam and Cas, and going to conventions. She also enjoys spreading love any chance she can. So, if you run into her, give her a hug or a high-five. She guarantees they're magic.
Author of Unable to Resist, Anyone But Him, The Truth of a Liar, Enchanting Wilder, and Who Needs Air.
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When Dawn Breaks By Melissa Toppen
Title: When Dawn Breaks Author: Melissa Toppen Genre: Romance Release Date: November 10, 2017Cover Designer: Cover Me Darling Hosted by: Buoni Amici Press, LLC.
Life is hard. There’s no secret in that statement. Life. Is. Hard. Simple enough. But my life hasn’t just been hard… I’ve gotten used to it over the years—come to expect it really. So when fate hands me yet another big f*ck you, I’m not even a little bit surprised. Why should I be? I mean, after everything I’ve been through, why not throw my best friend’s ex-boyfriend into the mix and see how royally I can screw this up too. It doesn’t matter that he loved her first. It doesn’t matter that he’s wrong for me in every way possible. It doesn’t matter that being with him could ruin everything. One touch and I already know it’s too late.When Dawn Breaks is a standalone Contemporary Romance.
Melissa Toppen is a Reader's Choice Award Winning and Bestselling Romance Author of New Adult, Contemporary, Erotic and Romantic Suspense. She is a lover of books and enjoys nothing more than losing herself in a good novel. She has a soft spot for Romance and focuses her writing in that direction; writing what she loves to read. Melissa resides in Cincinnati Ohio with her husband and two children, where she writes full time.
American Revolution
Dystopian, Sci-Fi, FuturisticDate Published: January 2018 When Kelvin Hanson is dishonorably discharged from his naval captaincy he doesn't connect the events to the accession of new President Diego Silva. But as he researches further he finds that Silva isn't as he appears. Determined to rid the nation of a corrupt president, Hanson plots to assassinate him, but someone else gets there first.Ashlee Townsend, head of the non-profit Freedom Group is equally determined to get to Silva, and is as surprised as Hanson when someone pips her to the post. Still reeling from the President's assassination, Hanson and Townsend join forces as a military dictatorship takes over the country.As rumors of terrorist plots and Mexican invasions fly, Hanson's journalist wife sets the story straight, finding that it was the military themselves that assassinated Silva. As the truth comes out, California secedes from the Union, and Hanson and Townsend find themselves fleeing to Sacramento to head up a rebellion force.Reuniting the states under a democratically elected President means war. And while Hanson heads up the rebel forces, his wife Kishanna deals with propaganda and information, and Ashlee becomes the center of yet another assassination plot.This time, however, things go differently. And with a dead dictator, the threat of civil war crumbles. The governor of California becomes the interim President, and Hanson decides to throw his hat into the ring for the coming election. Democracy triumphs, and the United States is united once more.
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The absurdly large clock above the television clicked as its minute hand pushed past six. A little after half past midnight. The room was smaller than he'd imagined. Not his choice, but that of his ultra-efficient campaign manager. Not that there were that many places in Wyoming large enough to hold the small crowd that currently surrounded him. The air smelled of sweat and fear and elation, a bitter, sour smell that reminded him of the taste left in his mouth after eating only candy for hours. He was half listening to the chatter around him, the other half of his attention on the television screen.It was odd, he thought, to be sitting down, to be inactive. For the last few months he felt that he hadn't slept, had barely eaten, had done nothing but smile until his face ached and shake hands and speak and then smile again. And now nothing. The speech was written. The campaigning was done. There was just a vast empty swath of nothingness, and all he could do was sit and wait. This wasn't quite as odd, however, as seeing his name flash up constantly on the TV screen.Diego Silva. Billionaire, businessman, father, candidate. But still, always, the big-eared, buck-toothed kid of a single mom who’d raised him on rice and beans and not much else. Maria Silva was gone now. Pancreatic cancer a decade ago. It was a shame, really—she'd have been good for a slew of photo shoots, and probably a daytime TV interview or two. Silva grunted as he shifted position on the couch, his full belly pressing against the Armani belt on his slate-gray pants.“It'll be in soon.”Mike Callahan perched on the edge of the sofa. His wiry body was like a coiled spring, ready to jump up at a moment's notice. But Silva knew Callahan well enough to see the man was exhausted, close to the edge. Not that it mattered now. After the next few hours, Callahan could snap like a twig if he wanted to. His job would be done by then. One way or the other.“What will?” Silva asked, not turning his eyes away from the television.“Vigo County.”Silva eyed the clock thoughtfully as the minute hand clicked again, then nodded. Vigo County, Indiana, had voted for every US presidential election winner since Eisenhower. The seemingly prescient county was his good luck charm. Silva had been quite clear on his orders. He wanted no disturbance from interns running in every few minutes, trickling down results that hadn't been fully counted. Not until after Vigo County had announced. Once he knew that, he'd know. Everything else would just be noise, would be air inflating the balloon until it exploded. One way or the other.“Coffee?”Silva shook his head. His stomach was already sour from too many cups. And God forbid he'd be taking a piss when the result did come in. Thinking of hearing the news as he stood up against a bleach-smelling urinal, dick in hand, made him grin.“It's not a guarantee; you can't afford to make Vigo the be-all and end-all,” Callahan said, turning bright blue eyes to him. “I've said it before, Silva, and I'll say it again: there has never, ever been a candidate with your ratings. Ever. You've broken the damn polls. You've had the counters checking and double checking their math, convinced they'd fucked up. Whether you get Vigo or not . . .”He trailed off. Silva grunted again. Callahan was confident, but not quite confident enough that he was willing to jinx the whole thing by saying it out loud. A good old Boston boy, Callahan's accent had grated on Silva's ears when they first met. Then he'd ceased to notice it. Only now did those flat vowels again bother him. But he didn't respond. Had no time to respond.“Mr. Candidate, sir.”She was tall and blonde and big breasted, just as he'd liked them when he was a kid. That flawless white all-American girl with enough fat on her bones to have curves. The ideal. Almost as hot as his first wife. Almost, he thought, studying the snub nose sprinkled with light freckles. A slim strip of white paper was trembling in her hand, and Silva nodded at Callahan to take it.The campaign manager looked at the black print, dismissed the girl, turned to Silva.“Vigo,” was all he said.And Silva knew, knew as he'd always known he'd know. His heart hammered in his chest but he didn't let it show. In a corner of the room on blue plastic chairs, his two sons were playing poker, oblivious and uncaring as to what was happening around them. His two daughters were nowhere to be seen, but they were around somewhere. Sitting alone, her eyes downturned, demure and silent, Min-Seo, his wife, could have been asleep. He had a flash of gratitude that he'd made such a good choice. Neither of his previous wives would have been silent. Both would have been screeching, complaining, thrusting themselves into the midst of things, eager to be the center of attention.Callahan was talking; the noise level was growing. The television screen blinked as an infographic appeared. Kentucky had declared. Indiana too. The US map filled the screen, the two states bright, bold blue.Silva felt Callahan clap him on the shoulder, felt, rather than heard, the cheers around him. He looked again at petite, quiet Min-Seo, her eyes now turned to him. She gave a small smile, unsure, and he gave a short, sharp nod in response. And he saw the weight settle on her shoulders. He hated that she was smarter than he, but knew it to be true, though he'd never even hinted that he knew. But now he was glad. Glad because she'd be a far finer First Lady than either of his ex-wives.President. He allowed himself a smile and stood, turning to face the others in the room, lifting his hands in a sign of victory.“The numbers aren't all in yet, Silva,” Callahan warned him in his ear.But Silva didn't care. He knew now that he'd won the lot, and he accepted the cheers and congratulations, allowing them to wash over him. He'd done the impossible. The first non-politician, the first non-military man to hold the presidency of the United States. And the first Hispanic leader.“All right, all right, calm it down.”Callahan's voice was a hell of a lot louder than his small frame indicated.“We're not out of the woods yet, people.”There was grumbling, but the motley assortment of interns, advisers, family members, and hangers on quieted. Callahan turned and began giving orders.“I want the unofficial numbers from West Virginia, and why the hell hasn't Vermont reported in yet?” he barked at the same blonde girl who'd brought the news of Vigo County. “Hey,” he said, noticing Silva walking away. “Where are you going?”His tone irked Silva. Like Callahan had any control over what he was going to do now. The man knew every detail about his life, every minute indiscretion. Hell, he knew every place his hands had been, every dime he'd stolen, every lie he'd told. Part and parcel, Callahan had told him when they had first met.“I can't cover up something I don't know about,” he'd said. “And that means I need to know you better than you know yourself. I don't give a fuck how small, how irrelevant, how minor something is—I need to know.”Silva had looked him in the eye, debating whether or not to bluff, determined that this man wouldn't know half the things little Diego had done to get to the top.“Don't bother,” Callahan had said in a bored voice. “I'll find out anyway. And don't kid yourself. No one's clean. No one. I could dig up dirt on the pope himself if I had to. And if I can do it, so can anyone else. You get a choice. Trust me to hide your failings, or trust the press not to find them. Up to you.”And if Silva had had any doubt, if there had been a moment of indecision, Callahan had sealed both their fates with his next words.“They call me the kingmaker,” he said quietly. “The kingmaker.”Silva had almost laughed, but then he hadn't because Callahan had been serious. And because the tiny Irishman had never worked on a losing campaign. In thirty-five years of politics he had never backed a losing horse. Not once. And Silva knew that. Hell, it was the reason he'd chosen the man. If he was having anyone, it would be the best. And Michael Callahan was the best.Now Silva surveyed his campaign manager for a moment. His time was almost here. But not quite. As much as the guy pissed him off, now wasn't the time to do anything about it. So he shrugged.“Just hitting the can,” he said.But Callahan wasn't listening anymore. He was back to giving orders, and Silva walked away from him, ignoring those who called out to him, leaving the room.The bathroom was cool and quiet after the waiting room, and Silva took his time washing his hands. Despite all the coffee, he didn't have to piss. When his hands were thoroughly clean, he looked up, examining himself. All he'd wanted to do was look at himself in the mirror. He wanted to know if he looked like a president yet. If he had that aura of greatness and power. But all he saw was little Diego, Maria Silva's son with his teeth fixed up and his ears pinned back and his expensive suit and blue tie.Fuck it. He smoothed back his black hair. The jet would be on standby. It was time to go. He'd been firm on the fact that he would break with tradition. Wyoming might be his home state as far as politics was concerned, but Washington was where he belonged. And Washington was where he would accept the presidency. Little Diego looked back at him from the mirror. No. President-Elect of the United States Diego Silva looked back at him from the mirror. It was time to get out of Wyoming for good.***Callahan insisted they hold off on the flight until the Texas results were in. And Silva eventually conceded to his demands, though he thought them ridiculous.“It's the one state that's vacillated,” Callahan reasoned. “You get Texas, we can take the jet.”Silva clenched his teeth but sat again on his couch. Callahan was wrong on this, he knew. True, the Lone Star State was traditionally Republican. But Silva was Hispanic, and with the huge Mexican immigrant population of Texas, he knew he was going to take it. And yes, Callahan was right about the polls. But the problem with polls was that the men in suits asked other men in suits how they were going to vote. No one bothered to ask Juan the gardener where his vote was going. But still, Silva waited patiently as the results from Texas came in, county by county.By two o'clock they had the result. The infographic of the United States appeared again on the screen. And for the first time anyone could remember, Texas was colored in blue. Better still, all signs from Florida indicated that they too would be blue. Silva had spent long nights making speeches in Spanish, long afternoons doing meet-and-greets in bodegas and churches. He'd expected nothing less.He stood as the cheers from his supporters at the Texas result still rang through the room.“Let's go.”Callahan nodded, and Silva turned to his sons.“On the plane, boys.”They shuffled up their cards and grabbed their jackets from the backs of their chairs. His daughters, seeing their brothers move, gravitated toward them. Safety in numbers. Or safety in familiarity, perhaps; none of the four was much used to being surrounded by politicos. Looking at them, Silva wondered again at the miracle of genetics. While the two girls had the angular, blonde good looks of their mother, his second wife, the two boys were mirror images of himself. Dark haired, dark skinned, they were the product of his first marriage. The only right thing his first wife had done was to give him the heirs he wanted. Other than that, all she'd done was cost him money. A lot of it.Callahan was already collecting together tablets and papers and issuing instructions, and Silva was turning to discuss orders with him before he remembered his wife. Min-Seo remained seated in her chair, still silent. It wasn't until he gave her the nod that she stood, prepared to follow him. When she came to his side, he smelled the flowery scent of her bespoke perfume, saw the flawless glow of her skin. Perfect. Absolutely perfect. She had been a good choice. A wise choice. But he didn't take her hand. And when they left the building, Min-Seo walked a comfortable two steps behind him.***“They're calling it the biggest landslide since Reagan,” Callahan said, unbuckling his seatbelt and stretching out his legs.“Screw that,” Silva said, not turning from his tablet. “It'll be the biggest since FDR.”“Perhaps,” said Min-Seo. “Even the biggest since Harding.”She did not often speak out of turn. Maybe it was the late hour, or the thin air in the plane cabin.“FDR,” Silva said, the warning tone already in his voice.“No, she's right,” said Callahan, popping open a can of Red Bull. “Harding versus Cox, 1920, the biggest-contested election result in US history. A 26.17% margin. Now that was a landslide. Get California and you'll beat it.”This pleased Silva, though no one would have known by looking at him.“Dad, I've got Agri-Com on the line. They're willing to come down to fifty; what do you think?”Jake, his older son, leaned over, across the aisle, mobile dangling from one hand. Silva frowned at him.“No, no, Jakey,” Callahan said immediately. “No dice. He gets no input, no say. You know the rules.”The younger man scowled at the campaign manager but settled back into his own seat. As the rules dictated, Silva had divested himself of all business interests in the run up to the election. Silva Eco-Energy Solutions, the green energy company that had made his fortune, had been handed over in full to his older son. Silva waited until Callahan's attention was diverted back to his tablet before catching Jake's eye and briefly shaking his head.“Nah, I'm afraid that's not going to fly,” he heard Jake say into his phone before he turned his head away.Jake—a nice, wholesome American name. Jake, followed by Andrew, followed by the two girls, Madison and Nicole. He hadn't lumbered any of them with loaded names like Diego. Silva was enough of a blight for them to carry. And those good, solid American names now graced the boardrooms of some of the largest and most successful corporations in the country. A job well done. Silva beckoned over a staff member, allowing himself another coffee before settling back to see just how blue that US map infographic could get.***They were still in the air when the call came. At 05:27 a.m. on November 9th, Harrison Foster-Bright, esteemed Republican candidate for the US presidential election, conceded defeat. The call was later than they had expected, though earlier than most other historical concessions had come. It had been clear for far longer than an hour now that there was no way Foster-Bright could catch up. And as Silva watched the tall, thin figure take the stage in his home state of Mississippi, a state that Silva had won hours ago, there were shouts of jubilation from the back of the plane. Silva put his tablet down on the table, clicked open his seatbelt, and stood.“Congratulations,” said Callahan, rising to his feet. “Congratulations, Mr. President.”And despite the number of times Silva had wanted to punch that smug Boston smile off the man's face, and despite the number of threats he'd made and promises he'd sworn to himself, he found himself embracing his campaign manager.“I couldn't have done it without you,” he said.It wasn't politeness. It wasn't a token gesture of appreciation. It was simple, bold truth. Without Callahan he'd have been lost, trodden underfoot and laughed off the stage. With him, he'd won. Simple as that.“I know,” Callahan said.And it wasn't boastful. It wasn't immodest. It was clear, simple truth. And they both knew it.Silva gave him a nod before turning to his children first to be congratulated, then the campaign workers on the plane, and then, finally, his wife. It wasn't until a half hour later that he again spoke to Callahan, this time in the small galley of the plane, and in private.“You are my golden goose,” Callahan said bluntly. “And I won't disrespect you by sugar coating things. I've done the impossible. And I will be rewarded.”“You've been paid,” Silva said.“Handsomely,” said Callahan, leaning back on the metal service cart. “But I will have more. You will appoint me in an advisory capacity for as long as you remain in power, with a hefty paycheck at the end of every month. And after that, you will grant me an honorary position in one of your companies for just long enough that no one's surprised when I retire with a very healthy retirement package.”Silva hadn't gotten to where he was by bowing to threats. “No.”With a smile, nonthreatening and light, Callahan leaned forward. “But I know everything, Diego. Everything. The companies, the affairs, the money. All of it. It would be very dangerous indeed to grant me my freedom. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer and all that.”“And is that what you are: my enemy?”“I don't have to be,” said Callahan, leaning back again. “I don't even particularly want to be. I am simply a man with a price, as we all are. I know what I want, and I will have it. I know you can understand that.”Silva considered this, put his anger to one side. He was angry. Furious. But he couldn't afford to be, and he knew it. He hadn't gotten this far by bowing to threats. But he also hadn't gotten this far by acting on impulse. He as much as anyone knew that prices needed to be paid.“No,” he said again. But not quite as firmly, allowing room for persuasion, for negotiation. He wasn't convinced yet that Callahan had what it took to follow through on his threats.“I told you when we met that they call me the kingmaker,” Callahan said, quite calmly. “And thirty minutes from now, the door of this plane will open and you will greet the world as the president-elect of the United States. I am the kingmaker.”Silva said nothing. There was no dispute to what Callahan said.“But I can also be the kingbreaker,” continued Callahan. “With all I know, I could destroy what I have created.”“And destroy yourself at the same time,” Silva pointed out. “You’d never work again if you leaked information about me.”“True,” Callahan said. He didn’t seem disturbed by this. “But who has more to lose here? This is a small price to pay, Diego, and you know it.”It was. However much Callahan might want, it would be a mere grain of sand in comparison to all Silva had. And perhaps the man did have a point. Given all that he knew, it would be foolish to release Callahan back into the wild. And he might prove useful. Finally, Silva nodded.“On one condition,” he said.Callahan raised an eyebrow.“You never call me ‘Diego’ again.”“As you wish, Mr. President,” said Callahan, smiling.***Half an hour later, the plane touched down at Ronald Reagan International Airport. There was shuffling as everyone gathered their belongings. The campaign staff was ushered toward the rear of the plane, while Silva, his children, his wife, and Callahan prepared themselves by the front door. Outside, Silva knew, waited the world's press, and his chosen vice president. Jane Reynolds had opted to stay in DC in preparation for the victory party she knew would come. Tall, and attractive in an intimidating way, she was a three-term senator from Ohio and the reason Silva had clinched the swing state so early in the game. She was also his legitimation. “Reynolds” was a name held in great esteem in political circles. As Callahan had joked when he had introduced them, it wouldn't be a senate without a Reynolds in it.But Jane would be the first Reynolds to make it to the cabinet. Silva had been dubious about the choice at first. She had been Callahan’s choice, obviously. But as it turned out, having a woman on side had only bolstered his votes. And having a serious politician on side hadn't hurt either. Surprisingly, he found over time that he actually liked the woman. He didn't want to fuck her, which was relatively unusual for him. What was more unusual was that he took the time to interact with a woman he didn’t want to fuck. But Jane had proven to be a firm and solid ally. And perhaps, though he’d never have used the word outside of a political speech, a friend.“Ready?”Callahan stood one step behind him to his right. Two steps behind him to his left stood Min-Seo. The children were arrayed behind his wife. Callahan looked to Silva for permission. Silva took a good, deep breath. He set his shoulders, checked his tie one more time, and then nodded. He wasn't nervous. He'd never been nervous in public. It wasn't his style. Callahan nodded to the staff member by the door, and Silva painted on his campaign smile for the last time.The door opened, and he was blinded by the photographic lights and flashbulbs. But he remembered to keep his eyes wide open. If he didn’t, the shots would be useless in the morning’s press. He took a large step, clearing the threshold of the plane, and then stopped. His smile was no longer painted on; it was genuine as he raised his hand and waved to the crowds threatening to burst out from behind the control barriers. Below him, Vice President-Elect Jane Reynolds waited, a small oasis of perfect calm in the middle of the roaring, cheering, waving crowd. Silva felt her eyes on him, and he maintained eye contact as he slowly began to walk down the red-carpeted stairs.He was home, and he felt it. And in those few seconds it took to reach the tarmac, he was determined that he'd never leave Washington again. They'd have to drag him away kicking and screaming from this, the center of the world. The steps leveled out, but the red carpet continued, leading him to his running mate.“Madame Vice President,” he said, extending his hand to Reynolds.“Mr. President,” she responded, shaking his hand.The crowds roared, helicopters buzzed overhead, and fireworks exploded from somewhere, flashing in the sky. Silva smiled. Little Diego had made it. And little Diego was about to pull off the greatest coup in political history. A camera flashed, and President-Elect Silva grinned a bit wider.
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The Tempest Series by Michelle Mankin
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To the talented vocalist Justin Jones, love is merely a game that he plays by his own rules. But to Bridget Dubois, love and heartache are one and the same. Broken too many times before, the delicate beauty keeps her emotions carefully concealed. Bridget has her own set of rigid rules when it comes to men. She prefers to avoid them altogether, especially dangerously seductive auburn haired emerald eyed players like Justin. But the new lead singer of the rising rock band Tempest doesn't like to be ignored. Justin is used to getting what he wants, and now he’s set his sights on Bridget. Suddenly, it’s no longer a game. What do you do when the one you can’t have turns out to be the one you can’t live without? As the pressure builds, will it temper them or will it shatter them both like fragile crystal? 
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Juaquin Acenado.A drummer. A rapper. A rock king.My brother’s best friend.Arrogant. Forbidden. Do-not-go-there-trouble.The sexy Latino was too old for me when we first met and I was in high school. But he was my first love. I’ve never gotten over him.Miriam Jackson.Stripper. Exotic dancer. Her stage name is Queen.My bandmate’s little sister.Spicy and sweet. The spark that fires my inspiration. The rhythm to my beat.She’s the one I imagine when I settle for the others. My ultimate fantasy. Only I can never have her.Until I arrive in Vegas to record my solo rap album, visit a strip club, and there she is. Miriam was supposed to be in college, but she’s not. She is so not.Sin city, a place where anything can happen, and I’m the only one in the band who knows her secret.So why resist anymore?Who could possibly stop me?
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It's Complicated by Missy Johnson
Title: It’s ComplicatedSeries: Awkward Love #1Author: Missy JohnsonGenre: RomanceCover Design: Indie SageRelease Date: December 13, 2017
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They call him the Anaconda, and I'm pretty sure it isn’t because he likes snakes.
Nick Jenson is my neighbor. My hot, oh-so-sexy, very-well-equipped neighbor that I’d spend hours watching from the safety of my bedroom window.
I saw lots of things I probably shouldn’t have. Sometimes I’d touch myself, imagining it were his hands roaming over my body instead of my own. I had just one mission—to find out if the rumors were true.
Then one day, he caught me watching him.
I was mortified. I was prepared to quit college, move to another country, and live the rest of my life saying, “Nick who?” But, apparently, life had other ideas.
Because Nick? Well, he isn’t just my neighbor … He’s also my father’s best friend. If I thought things were difficult before, they were about to get a whole lot more complicated.
Oh, and those rumors? Holy fuck, are they true …
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I throw the rest of my coffee down the sink, suddenly unable to stomach it. I wait for dad to leave for work before I bolt next door search of Nick. I find him just as he’s closing his front door. I glance at the car, where the kids are already strapped in.
“Hey,” he says with a smile. He frowns when he sees my expression.
“Do you need to tell me something, Nick?” I growl, with my hands resting on my hips.
The color drains from his face. “Fuck. He told you, didn’t he? I’m so sorry, Anna. I couldn't help it. He invited himself along. What was I supposed to say to the guy?” he says weakly.
“Jesus, Nick. How about no?” I retort, still in disbelief.
“I'm sorry,” he protests again. “I really had no choice. Short of saying hey, I'm fucking your daughter, there was nothing that would’ve gotten me out of this.”
“Fine,” I growl, knowing I can’t be angry at him for this. “So, what’s the plan?” I say, rubbing my temples.
“I hired a houseboat. For a week,” he muttered.
“A freaking houseboat?” I laugh, shaking my head.
“Jesus keep your voice down,” he hisses, glancing at his car.
“You're telling me that for the next week, I'm stuck on a houseboat with my boyfriend, my father—who also happens to be my boyfriend’s best friend, and my boyfriend’s two kids?” Nick winces. “And you want me to keep my voice down?”
“Uh, is now a bad time to mention you dad just called me? He wanted to check that it was okay to bring Mandy.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I mutter, shaking my head. “He must’ve called you the second he left the house.”
This just keeps getting better and better. I liked Mandy, but it annoyed me that he made this big deal about us spending time together only to turn around and invite his girlfriend.
What the hell am I going to do?
Kayla is in such bad hysterics that she's practically falling off the kitchen counter when I tell her about the mess that is my life.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” she huffs, barely able to spit the words out. “You've got to get me a ticket on that boat.”
“It’s not a fucking show, Kayla,” I growl. “There are no tickets.”
“Bullshit. This is going to be the show of the year,” Kayla giggles.
“Come on, please be serious, Kales,” I frown.
“I am being serious. You need me there,” Kayla says. The laughter is gone and there is nothing but honesty in her voice. The thing I love about Kayla is as crude and blunt as she can be, when you need her, she’s there. “I can help out with the kids and buy you more time alone with Nick. You think you’re gonna get any time with him without me there to cause a distraction?”
I think about it. Maybe having her there wasn't the worst idea in the world. If something went wrong and I needed an out, I know Kayla would figure something out for me.
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Missy lives in a small town in Central Victoria with her husband, and her confused pets (a dog who think she's a cat, a cat who thinks he's a dog...you get the picture).
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Hard to Stay by S. Jones
Title: Hard to StayA Hard Series Standalone
Author: S. Jones
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: November 7, 2017
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Leaving the past behind should be easy.
For Lexi Manning, escaping her past shouldn't be so hard, but like objects in the rear view mirror, things end up being much closer than they appear.
Brad Morgan is no stranger to heartbreak. He gave his heart away once only to have it returned. This time around he's not taking no for an answer.
His friendship with Lexi might have started off in his romantic blind spot, but it quickly turned into something he never saw coming.
When the life that Lexi is running from starts to catch up to her, she is forced to make an impossible decision. Is protecting the man she loves worth running back to the life she barely escaped from the first time?
Leaving Brad is the last thing she wants to do, but she knows ultimately it will be too Hard To Stay....
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S. Jones lives in Upstate, N.Y. with her husband, her two teenage children, and her adorable golden retriever Marley. She is a wine lover, coffee drinker, domestic chef, housekeeper, chauffeur, dog walker and world traveler...Oh and she is also a hopeless romantic! When she's not doing laundry, mowing her lawn or taking care of her family, you can usually find her on the computer planning out her next vacation, having a drink with her friends or reading a nice juicy book.
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Her Devoted Hero by Caitlyn O'Leary
Title: Her Devoted HeroSeries: Black Dawn #2Author: Caitlyn O’LearyGenre: Military RomanceRelease Date: September 25, 2017
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Navy SEAL Dex Evans has a problem. His buddies think it’s a riot when they sign him up for a dating service behind his back. But who would have thought that with a profile like SailorBoy69 he’d snag a woman who was hysterically funny and gorgeous. Too bad she was also skittish as all hell. Dex fears that when she finds out his profile was a set-up, his happily ever after could sink to the bottom of the ocean.
Single mother, Kenna Wright was in way over her head. She’d spent years putting her child first while ignoring her needs. So what was she thinking responding to the flirtatious email? Luckily for her, when she is stuck on a project with Dex, he’s even better in person than he’d been on his online profile. But can she believe this sexy SEAL when he says he’s looking for more than a fling?
When one of her co-workers is murdered and it looks like Kenna might be the next one in the killer’s crosshairs, Dex is determined to keep her safe. But with a target on her back, it’s really hard to keep a shield over her heart.
....... Hello SailorBoy69,
SNMP stands for So Not Mary Poppins. Take it to heart. My photo is me, but it’s pretty much a fake, since it took me two hours and twenty dollars worth of product to achieve the look. If we were to meet in person, I probably wouldn’t look anywhere close to this, so soak in this picture. Actually, don’t worry, we won’t meet, but I’ll get to that.
Here’s me in a nutshell. I live in the good part of town because I work my ass off handling my full-time job as a nurse, plus a part-time gig, that’s so my son can go to school in a decent school district. Being a good mother is the most important thing in my life, so I have no earthly idea why I’m responding to your profile since I don’t have time to date. Did I mention I have a kid, two jobs and really don’t look like this?
I like the fact that you’re serving our country. That’s part of the reason I’m reaching out to you. But the real reason I’m writing, is that I’m ninety-nine point nine percent sure you won’t respond, so this is a safe letter to write. I can feel good that I’ve finally put myself out there, without enduring the humiliation of a first date, which I’ll fail at, because I’ll never in a million years figure out how to reach this level of pretty again.
But in all seriousness, I wanted to take aim for a good guy, and you’re it. I like the fact you’re in the Navy. I like the fact, that you work with disenfranchised kids. I think you’re a nice man. Hell, I don’t even care if that’s not your real picture, because responsible men do it for me. Of course in my world they’re like mythical unicorns, they just don’t exist, at least not for me. But the dream of a responsible man makes my panties damp. See I can say this safely, cause you’re not going to respond, and I’m never going to meet you.
So, that’s my story SailorBoy69. Just know that out there in this big bad world a woman thinks you’re pretty exceptional, except for the atrocious cyber name you’ve given yourself of course. Now, if you have a thought of responding, for God’s sake don’t. Remember, it’s me. I have a kid, two jobs, and I’ll look like crap, and you’ll ruin the fantasy.
― Signed, So Not Mary Poppins
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Caitlyn O’Leary is an avid reader, and considers herself a fan first and an author second. She reads a wide variety of genres, but finds herself going back to happily-ever-afters. Getting a chance to write, after years in corporate America is a dream come true. She hopes that her stories provide the kind of entertainment and escape that she has found from some of her favorite authors.
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THE FOUND
It’s a bit Paranormal, a bit Sci-Fi and 100% Action/Adventure. The characters have special abilities, that make them targets.
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This is focused on a group of Navy Seals. What makes them special is their bond to one another, and the women they come to love.
FATE HARBOR
This is the series that started her career, it is a Menage Series that takes place in Fate Harbor Washington. It focuses on a tight knit community who live and love and care for one another.
She loves to hear from her readers. caitlyn@caitlynoleary.com
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Crank by Adriana Locke
Title: Crank
Series: The Gibson Boys #1
Author: Adriana LockeGenre: Contemporary RomanceRelease Date: November 10, 2017
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This is one mistake Sienna Landry can’t buy her way out of.
As Walker Gibson looks at her, then at the damage to his precious truck (that she may or may not have accidentally inflicted), she knows she’s in trouble. It’s not the busted headlight and dented grill that’s sunk her though. It’s the downright sinful man in front of her that’s the problem.
The small town mechanic is broody. Rough. Smells like engine grease and gasoline and Sienna isn’t sure why that’s so sexy, but it is. It so is. She’s ready to peel off her panties at the drop of his wrench.
He wants her too. She can feel it when he brushes against her. Experience it as he presses her against the wall of the shop. It’s thinly veiled in his deep, brown eyes when he looks at her like she’s everything he’s ever wanted. So why won’t he give in?
The damage to Walker’s truck is the first of many mistakes between the two of them, ending with truths that rock Sienna’s world. Nothing can fix her broken heart except the love of a man that won’t, maybe even can’t, love her back.
Crank is a standalone romance in a new small town, blue-collar series from USA Today bestselling author Adriana Locke. Join readers everywhere as they fall in love with the delicious Gibson Boys.
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Author BioUSA Today and Amazon Top 10 Bestselling author Adriana Locke lives and breathes books. After years of slightly obsessive relationships with the flawed bad boys created by other authors, Adriana has created her own.
She resides in the Midwest with her husband, sons, and two dogs. She spends a large amount of time playing with her kids, drinking coffee, and cooking. You can find her outside if the weather's nice and there's always a piece of candy in her pocket.
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Inked Hearts By Lindsay Detwiler
Title: Inked HeartsAuthor: Lindsay DetwilerGenre: Contemporary RomanceRelease Date: October 21, 2017Publisher: Hot Tree PublishingCover Designer: Claire Smith
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“Six years, a complex about my freckles, a love for pastrami, and a fear of failure. That’s what he gave me before slaughtering my heart and my faith in men.”Suffering from the sting of betrayal, twenty-eight-year-old Avery Johannas quits her job and moves hundreds of miles away to Ocean City, the beach town of her dreams. With the help of her zany roommate, Jodie, Avery finds a new career, home, and freedom. Throughout her self-exploration, she makes only one rule: She won’t give her heart to a man again. She’s living for herself this time.
But then she meets Jesse.
A tattoo shop owner, the green-eyed Jesse Pearce is wild with a touch of mystery. As Jesse and Avery explore Ocean City and their friendship, they’ll have a hard time drawing a line in the sand between their hearts.
When summer nights get a little more heated than either expected, they’ll have to ask themselves: Can they let go of their notions of love, or will their hearts be permanently inked by past pain?
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Six years, a complex about my freckles, a love for pastrami, and a fear of failure.That’s what he gave me before slaughtering my heart and my faith in men.To be fair, I’m a bit jaded now, my objectivity overpowered by the vision of him between the sheets with his secretary, Nora. Her perfectly tan body, the blonde hair, him moving on top of her, the look on their faces when I came home early….“Focus,” I shout like a crazy person. My mastiff Henry rustles in the back seat, stretched over duffle bags, a few beach towels, and some random household items. I flick on my left turn signal, peering over my shoulder to try to get a clear view of the lane beside me. It’s next to impossible, since my tiny Suzuki’s bogged down by the material contents of my life, or at least those things I deemed worthy enough to carry to the next phase. Always a precarious driver at best, I tell myself to breathe, say a little prayer, and swerve into the lane beside me. Mercifully, it works. We don’t die.I adjust my sunglasses on my head, a few flyaway strands of hair sticking to my hot-pink lip gloss and making me wish I opted for plain lips. But a girl changing her life… well, it felt like a pink lip gloss kind of day this morning.I drive on, Keith Urban’s songs and Henry’s snoring my only company besides my warped memories and anxiety-ridden thoughts. The sun beats down, a few clouds wispy in the bright sky. It’s a gorgeous day, a day screaming of redemption, of resurrection.With nothing but time to think for the last two hours of my drive, my mind wanders to another dark place—the place beyond the bedroom escapades of my ex-husband. It travels to the place of doubt, the place so many family members and friends have played on in the past few weeks.
Facebook I Twitter I WebsiteA high school English teacher, an author, and a fan of anything pink and/or glittery, Lindsay's the English teacher cliché; she love cats, reading, Shakespeare, and Poe.
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Lindsay's goal with her writing is to show the power of love and the beauty of life while also instilling a true sense of realism in her work. Some reviewers have noted that her books are not the “typical romance.” With her novels coming from a place of honesty, Lindsay examines the difficult questions, looks at the tough emotions, and paints the pictures that are sometimes difficult to look at. She wants her fiction to resonate with readers as realistic, poetic, and powerful. Lindsay wants women readers to be able to say, “I see myself in that novel.” She wants to speak to the modern woman’s experience while also bringing a twist of something new and exciting. Her aim is for readers to say, “That could happen,” or “I feel like the characters are real.” That’s how she knows she's done her job.
Lindsay's hope is that by becoming a published author, she can inspire some of her students and other aspiring writers to pursue their own passions. She wants them to see that any dream can be attained and publishing a novel isn’t out of the realm of possibility.
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Chasing Christmas by Shanna Hatfield
Chasing Christmas by Shanna Hatfield Series: Rodeo Romance, #5Genre: Sweet Holiday Western RomanceRelease Date: November 9, 2017
He certainly didn't ask Santa for a bride. . .
Professional bull rider Chase Jarrett has the world on a string. The only blight in his idyllic existence is his nosy cousin’s nonstop nagging about his need for more publicity. Tired of listening to her suggestions, he gives her free rein when she hatches a plan to skyrocket his popularity. All he has to do is show up for a phony wedding in Las Vegas. Then Chase discovers the wedding was real, the surprise bride is beautiful, and his sponsors are demanding he remain married.
Shy and introverted, the last thing Jessie Pierce wants is to find herself in the spotlight. But thanks to a meddling so-called best friend, that’s exactly where she’s at. The promise of an all-expenses paid vacation to Las Vegas lures her on an adventure that ends with her unexpectedly married to a hunky bull rider who would draw her out of her shell if she’d let him.
A business proposal leaves the two of them committed to a year of marriage. How hard could it be to remain wed in name only?
Wrap yourself up in the joy of holidays and falling in love in this sweet, lighthearted romance from USA Today Bestselling author Shanna Hatfield.
“Explain this half-hatched scheme to me again,” he said, releasing a resigned sigh.
Ashley grinned and climbed up on the bumper, seating herself close to where Chase continued to lean on the tailgate. “It’s simple. We’ll run a contest from now until two weeks before the finals rodeo begins in December. Women will enter to become your bride. A winner will be selected and notified. We’ll have a mock ceremony with a limo and the whole works in Las Vegas.”
His gaze narrowed until his eyes looked like wary slits. “And the wedding wouldn’t be real. Just a fake ceremony?”
“That’s right. Just for fun. Women will go nuts to enter this contest. Even if it is only for a day, they’ll be beside themselves at the opportunity to be the bride of Chase Jarrett.” Ashley smiled at him in the way she had since they were kids, whenever she attempted to manipulate him into doing her bidding.
“And the winner would understand it is all pretend, that the whole bride thing would end before the rodeo started that evening. She would be clear on the point I’d most likely never see or speak to her again. Is that right?”
Ashley nodded. “Of course. I’ll personally vet the finalists so you don’t end up with a mentally unhinged stalker chick hunting you down.”
Chase ran a nervous hand across the back of his neck then removed his hat, giving the idea some thought before he looked to Ashley again. “You absolutely promise I will not have any grief, headaches, annoyances, or frustration from this? The winner will understand, beyond a reasonable doubt, that she gets one kiss at the phony ceremony and maybe one when we go our separate ways later. Nothing more. I don’t want some demented girl trying to rip my clothes off in the limo.”
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USA Today bestselling author Shanna Hatfield writes character-driven romances with relatable heroes and heroines. Her historical westerns have been described as “reminiscent of the era captured by Bonanza and The Virginian” while her contemporary works have been called “laugh-out-loud funny, and a little heart-pumping sexy without being explicit in any way.”Convinced everyone deserves a happy ending, this hopeless romantic is out to make it happen, one story at a time. When she isn’t writing or indulging in chocolate (dark and decadent, please), Shanna hangs out with her husband, lovingly known as Captain Cavedweller.
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