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Suddenly Bound by J A Low

Title: Suddenly BoundSeries: Dirty Texas #3Author: J A LowGenre: Contemporary RomanceCover Design: BooknerdfangirlRelease Date: May 3, 2017



Blurb
He was everything she could never have.

Lady Olivia Pearce lives a sheltered, lonely life in the English countryside running her family’s historic estate. The only way to save her family’s estate is to marry a man she doesn’t love. Her sense of tradition, legacy and family loyalty has her agreeing to her family’s request.

What she wasn’t expecting was to meet the man she had always dreamed of after agreeing to marry another.

She was everything he couldn’t possess.

Axel Taylor, lead singer of Dirty Texas, had it all; a successful career, a great group of friends, good health and happiness. His life was pretty damn perfect until the people closest to him started falling in love and settling down, throwing chaos into his perfectly controlled life.

Axel never envisioned himself needing more until the perfect little package walked into his life and turned it upside down. She exposed everything he desired underneath his hard shell.

But meeting the right person doesn’t always happen at the right time.

One little taste can’t hurt, can it?


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JA Low lives on a faraway beach in Australia. When she's not writing steamy scenes and admiring hot surfers, she's tending to her husband and two sons, and dreaming up the next epic romance.


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Lone Cougar by Nicole Lake

Title: Lone CougarSeries: Solo Shift #2Author: Nicole LakeGenre: Shifter RomanceCover Design: Sarah Hansen, Okay CreationsRelease Date: April 24, 2017


Blurb
Sam:

I didn't particularly care for Ryan when he showed up for his first massage. And I don't particularly care for him now, even if he's the hottest thing in Green Holler. Especially because he's the hottest thing in Green Holler.

He reminds me of every player I met in high school and college, he travels constantly because of his work, and I'm sure he's got a girl in every airport. And his work? He's the guy Dad hired for advice on expanding his art store, and I can just see him changing it into McArts or something cheesy.

Not that I'm looking for a man anyway. I don't ask for much. Just a man who's not a complete jerk, doesn't mind living out here in the middle of the Ozarks, and won't freak out when he discovers that shifting's real and his girlfriend's an owl shifter.

And Ryan's not that man. Right?

Ryan:

The woman at the B&B's trying to get me to date Sam--short for Samantha, she's careful to point out. Not going to happen, even if Sam's the most beautiful woman I've seen. For one thing, there's plenty of beautiful women out there, but not enough damn-good massage therapists like Sam. On top of that, her dad's my client, and that mixture of business and pleasure is a bad idea.

Why would anyone give up their big-city dreams, go back home to this Ozark tourist trap--sorry, I mean "this quaint Ozark town"--and hang up a shingle as a massage therapist, even a damn good one? I don't get it, but I can't afford to settle down like she did. With all the consulting gigs I do, I've got to stay on the road all the time.

Besides, when I'm on the road, no one can get close enough to find out about my cougar, and I can have a good time any night I want, anywhere I want, with almost any woman I want, with no commitments.

I'm not scared of commitment, but what woman's going to commit to a guy who's also occasionally a cougar? Certainly not Sam.

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Imagine yourself as a shifter alone in a world that doesn't know shifting exists.

This is the Solo Shift world: no packs, no guidance, no mates, and no prospects until chance, luck, trust, and love all intervene.

What can you expect from a Solo Shift book? A standalone story with lonely shifters, shifters who don’t know they’re lonely, love scenes, and no cheating. And at least one HEA, sometimes more.


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Heard the front door quietly open a little before Mrs. Webb’s session ended, so I figured my 4:30 had arrived. I tried to keep my focus on Mrs. Webb, but the planning-ahead part of my brain promptly kicked in. 4:30’s name is Ryan… Bishop. Ryan Bishop. Heh, wonder if Connie’s gonna text to bug me about him in the middle of the massage, or if she’ll at least wait until he’s off the table. Connie’s got John so she's got pretty good taste in husband material, but I wonder what her definition of “hot” is.“OK, Mrs. Webb, I’ll be outside; just come on out whenever you’re ready, OK?” I have to help a few of my clients off the table, but Mrs. Webb’s as spry as they come.“That’s fine, dearie!” With the clientele I’ve got, I’m “dearie” to several clients!I step out and close the massage room door behind me, and I see him checking out my diploma and certs.
Holy…
Tall.Brown hair. Beard and mustache.Muscles. Not a body-builder, but muscles.And nice fitting clothes. Definitely not a slob, definitely not a blob.Note to self: never, ever question Connie Martin’s taste in men again. This guy was hot.And he knew it. Matter of fact, he looked like he left a long trail of women who knew it too.C’mon, Sam, this ain’t high school, this is your office. Time to be professional. Time to use your waiting-room massage therapist voice, the one somewhere between your outside voice and your calm, soothing, table-side voice. “Hello, are you Ryan?”“Yeah—Samantha, right?” Oooh, deep voice, amazing smile, dark eyes…Get it together, Sam. Act like you know what you’re doing. Friendly but professional smile, nod your head, shake his hand, there you go. “Sam’s fine, thanks!”And that’s when he nods toward the diploma. “Who’d you have for Micro?”Crap. Should I know him?


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Secret shifter romance novels. Secret shifter romance novelist.
Wife of an IT geek—his words, not mine! Mother of two kids, two cats, and two dogs. Incurable romantic.
What do I want in my romance stories? Men who aren’t total asses. Women who avoid total asses—either from experience, or by being smart enough to avoid them in the first place! Men who survive just fine without a woman. Women who survive just fine without a man. Men and women smart enough to know the perils of jumping into love, and brave enough to do it anyway. And of course, a happily-ever-after!

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Broken Dreams by Callie Anderson

Title: Broken DreamsAuthor: Callie AndersonGenre: Contemporary RomanceCover Design: Sarah Hansen, Okay Creations
Photography: Franggy Yanez
Release Date: April 27, 2017


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Ethan is the boy who climbed into my bedroom every night.
He’s everything I love.Laced with everything I despise.
He’s every happy memory.And every shattered dream.
He’s my everything.But he broke every part of me.
I’m supposed to hate him.But I can’t.I don’t know how.

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Callie Anderson is a wife, mother and writer, who embraces the truth, then weaves it into a magical tale of romance and heartache.


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Back to You By C.J. Miranda

Title: Back to YouAuthor: C.J. MirandaGenre: Contemporary RomanceRelease Date: March 25, 2017Publisher: Hot Tree PublishingCover Designer: Claire Smith
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Four years after the most confusing summer of her life, recent college graduate Iris Tilley is moving back home with no idea of the repercussions waiting to greet her. Going home means reconnecting with her dad, facing her motherless home, and confronting her gorgeous neighbor, Weston Alcorn .
And all of this, unfortunately, has to be done in a small southern town where gossip is a prized currency.
As the summer forges on, Iris struggles to find her place in a town that’s changed as much as it’s stayed the same, and it doesn’t help that Weston doesn’t seem to know how to treat her. Through awkward encounters, tense conversations, and heartbreaking revelations, neither Weston nor Iris can ignore the spark they ignited four years prior. But as Iris's past and the prospect of her future violently clash, it's no longer a question of can they ignore it, but will they have the chance?


I just can’t handle it anymore.
All the smiles, all the hugs, all the congratulations, they’re all just so damn fake.
None of them will touch on the elephant in the room, comment on the woman who isn’t there.
They won’t act like my mom’s just bailed on me and my dad; no, they’re all so damn proud of me for graduating high school that it doesn’t matter.
It’s suffocating.
So I slip out the front door and plop down on our porch steps, hugging my knees to my chest and then crying for what feels like the millionth time this summer.
It’s too much. All of it is just too much.
That’s why I’m getting the hell out of this place at the crack of dawn tomorrow. Instead of going to the state school just a short ride across the interstate, I decided at the last minute to accept the offer from the school in Shreveport, the city farthest from home where I’ll still get an in-state tuition rate.It killed my dad, of course, to hear that I’m leaving. He’ll never say it aloud, but it’s like I’m doing the same thing my mom did to him. I know that. Of course I know that, and it kills me to know I’m hurting him.
But I feel like an animal with its hind legs caught in a trap.
I’m just so desperate to get away from this place, to get away from the memories of this household, of happy parents in my happier childhood. I can’t stand to keep walking the streets of the town I love, the town my mom claimed she loved until she said in her goodbye note that “it was just too small.” I can’t see the sympathetic faces of our neighbors, hear their pitying sighs as I walk by.
It’s overwhelming.
I need to get the hell away from it, to breathe.
And breathing in a town so close to the gulf that there’s a constant cloud of humidity lingering in the air isn’t exactly the easiest thing to do.
Especially now, now that it’s the middle of summer, now that it’s nighttime and there’s that lingering scent of oncoming rain. The moisture in the air is practically suffocating, but I’ll take it any day over being in that kitchen and having to act like going off tomorrow is more exciting than it is necessary for survival.

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CJ Miranda is a twenty-three year old LSU graduate with a romantic side she’s never shown to the people in her life. Having grown up quiet, shy, and incredibly sarcastic in a small town she never felt a part of, CJ spent her spare time writing multiple romance novels that she posted for free online. Having done that since she was thirteen, she now feels that it’s time to pursue what has always been her dream. 
When she’s not writing or reading, she’s either working at her day job or drinking wine with her best friend/roommate and laughing at whatever their diva dogs are doing.

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New York Times and USA TODAY bestseller Laura Kaye is the author of thirty books in romantic suspense and contemporary and erotic romance and has sold more than one million books in the U.S. alone. Among her many awards, she won the RT Book Reviews Reviewers’ Choice Award for Best Romantic Suspense of 2014 for Hard As You Can. A former college history professor, Laura grew up amid family lore involving angels, ghosts, and evil-eye curses, cementing her life-long fascination with storytelling and the supernatural. Laura lives in Maryland with her husband and two daughters, appreciates her view of the Chesapeake Bay every day.

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Sweet Water By Lena North

YA Romantic FantasyDate Published: March 31, 2017

Jiminella “Jinx” Sweetwater is a genius. She’s a scholar, an inventor, hardworking and loyal, and well known in the scientific circles around the University in Prosper City.
Being smarter than everyone else might seem like a good thing, but it isn’t. At least, it isn’t to Jinx who has two friends, a small condo, and no life.
After a fight with her best friend Wilder, it just gets worse. Someone breaks into her home and when her parents show up in all their hippie-like glory, Jinx has had enough and escapes to a small village by the sea.
Suddenly, Jinx finds herself involved in village life, living with the unpleasant Mrs. Fratinelli and trying her best to juggle all the things that seem to end up on her plate. And then there’s calm, cool and gorgeous Dante – Snow’s boyfriend, who seems to see right through the shields Jinx has put up around herself, straight into her mind.

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Birds of a Feather, Book 1Publisher: FAB PublishingRelease Date: December 14, 2016 YA Paranormal Romance, YA Fantasy, YA Urban Fantasy

Wilder’s wonderful grandfather is dead, and so is her mother, but Grandpa Willy gives her one final gift in his will – the knowledge that her father is only her step-father.
Once she meets Hawker, the scary man who turns out to be her real dad, her life takes an unexpected turn. She finds out about a heritage she never knew she had, and secrets from the past are uncovered as she fights to save her part of the world from destruction.
And then there’s Mac, with his green eyes and a soft voice that flows through her like sweet honey. He’s there to help Wilder when she needs it the most, and as she struggles with how to fit into the group of people around her dad – having Mac in her life becomes more important with every bad thing that happens.
“Wilder” is the first in the Birds of a Feather series and a spin-off from the Dreughan trilogy. It’s set in modern time and can be read stand-alone.
Excerpt
I kept swimming, but it was mostly to keep me floating while I tried to decide what to do. Go back seemed the best option, so I turned, but my arms felt like lead, and I was suddenly so tired. The cold water was affecting me, my head hurt, and my mind was spinning. I took a deep breath, but a wave filled my mouth with water at the same time, and suddenly I was under the surface, sinking. I tried to think as I was coughing and clawing my way up but it seemed impossible. Once I got my head above the surface, I coughed up more water and tried desperately to get some air into my lungs.
Then a bird shrieked just above me. And then another one. When I raised my head, two large shadows were circling me, and I recognized Wilder s hawk. And Snow’s Osprey.
I moved slower and watched them for a while.
“If I don’t make it, tell them that I’m sorry. Tell them that I tried,” I rasped out.
I was so tired, my head hurt, and I couldn’t seem to get enough air into my lungs. The birds shrieked again as if they tried to force me to not give up, so I pushed myself to continue swimming, although I didn’t move forward much, and my strength was disappearing fast.
“Go left, Nellie. Go with the current.”
The voice came from nowhere, and I looked to the sides, but all I could see was darkness. Then I realized that it was inside my head.
Dante.
“Trust me,” he said. “Go with the current.”
I didn’t have to think. I trusted him, so I stopped swimming without hesitation, and concentrated on staying afloat. Moving with the soft sweet water through the night felt like a dream, and I wished I could close my eyes, just a little while. Then I heard the Osprey shrieking on my left side, again and again.
With an effort, I turned my head and there it was. A dark shape loomed, and it was close. Gathering my last strength, I started moving my arms and legs, stroke after agonizing stroke. It felt like forever, and I wasn’t sure I’d manage to veer off fast enough, but finally something grazed my leg. I did one more stroke and felt the bottom of the river under my feet.
Then I crawled up on the island and lay there, face down. Breathing. Alive.
I wasn’t safe, but I would be, and I was injured, but I’d heal. I lay there for a long time without moving, but I didn’t care. Eventually, someone would find me. The birds knew where I was so someone would come up the river from Marshes, and they’d find me.
Several minutes passed, and all I could find in me to do was breathe deep ragged breaths of the fresh, cool night. Slowly my left hand curled up, grabbing a handful of muddy soil from the river bank as if on its own accord tried to hold on to solid ground. Dante had told me what to do, and I knew that if he hadn’t, I wouldn’t have made it. Then I started crying.
A soft chirping sound made me slowly open my eyes. Wilder’s beautiful black hawk sat next to me with its head tilted as if it tried to assess how I felt.
“I’m good,” I whispered. My voice was hoarse, so I cleared my throat, and tried again. “Tell Wilder I’m okay.”

About the Author
The proper way to put it here would probably be to describe how I love to play with our two big dogs, adore my fantastic daughters and how much I love to read.

Another way would be to use my imagination and then I would be a super powerful warrior woman, think Xena the warrior princess (though with less tacky clothes). Or when I think of it, maybe I’m actually more of a Hercule Poirot (sans the suit and moustache). Or maybe I’m like Aragorn, strong and cool and then I might get to meet Gandalf! Or I could be Bella’s pretty cousin and snap Jacob up in a second (yeah, I’m so not team Edward), or wait, maybe I could be like one of them heroines in historical novels who swoon all the time. I’ve always wanted to swoon…

Well, I guess you get how my mind is working (or not working, some say). Anyways, I like to write. Stories, adventures, romantic and happy stuff mixed up with sorrow and hardship, and bit of laughter here and there because the way I see it – life is way too short to go around feeling grumpy.

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Edges of Gone by Jessica Gouin

Title: Edges of GoneSeries: Gone #2Author: Jessica GouinGenre: New Adult Contemporary RomanceCover Design: Ashley Michele, AM CreationsRelease Date: April 27, 2017


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In good times, and in bad.
In sickness, and in health.
Until death do them part...

Owen and Sloane never foresaw their vows being put to the ultimate test mere hours after declaring those sacred words.

Their lives were shred to pieces on the night of their wedding and the aftermath that followed the tragedy set those pieces ablaze. Promises of better or worse began to blur as they attempted to return to daily routines.

With a burnt and bloodstained wedding dress hidden in the basement, will Sloane be strong enough to mend the broken pieces inside of her husband?

With guilt and despair pulling Owen further into the dark corners of his mind, will he battle his demons, or surrender to them?

Sometimes when love is pulled apart, it might not fit back together as easily as it once did. Every marriage takes faith and sacrifice, but how far will these two go to save what they once had?

It seems the further these newlyweds drift from one another the harder it becomes to focus on the happy life they once envisioned.


The highly anticipated sequel of The Gone Series, Edges of Gone will have readers on the edge of their seats until the very last page.

Author note: This book is NOT a standalone. It is recommended to read Six Years Gone prior.

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Jessica Gouin hates talking about Jessica Gouin. Especially in the third person.

I’m a fairly normal Canadian from Windsor, Ontario where I live with my husband, two children, and our pug, Jax.

When I’m not in family mode, I’m writing. Words are my stress reliever. I have a tendency to get a bit anxious when I’m not creating an escape path for the characters’ voices inside my head. In my down time (which is rarer that I would like), I love getting lost in a great book. The stories I read vary as I try to read different types of genres, but I always come back to those teenage life lessons and epic love stories. Aside from the literary world, I appreciate summer storms, a good laugh, strong coffee, sleeping in, and anything with chocolate. I cannot stand unnecessarily mean people, heights, and centipedes.

It genuinely makes me ecstatic when I receive a new like on my Facebook page, or when someone reaches out to say they liked my books. So, thank you for stalking me because I love it!

There are so many great books, and authors, in the world which makes it difficult to keep track of new releases or any other important info. If you don’t want to miss updates from me, subscribe to my mailing list found on my Author FB page or my website.


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Sound of Silence by Elizabeth Miller

Title: Sound of SilenceAuthor: Elizabeth MillerGenre: Adult Contemporary RomanceCover Design: Sommer Stein, Perfect Pear Cover Creations
Photography: Lindee Robinson Photography
Models: Travis Bendall & Debbie Schemansky
Release Date: May 15, 2017


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War isn’t a testament to a man’s strength—finding peace with it is.

Navy SEAL Caden Lawless is coming home. Holding his best friend as he bled out in the Afghanistan desert, Caden became bound by Justin’s desperate plea to care for his fiancée and to love the son he’d never know. Battling a barrage of memories and with a head full of noise, Caden travels cross country in his beat up Chevy to make good on his promise.

One knock on Piper Stevens’ door and he knows she isn’t broken. Pregnant and mourning the only man she’s ever loved, Piper wields her anger as a sword, slashing into Caden’s grief and his heart.

As Caden works to silence his demons, he finds a new mission, one far away from the heat and depravity that clawed its way into his soul. He demands his way into Piper’s life, intent on helping her pick up the pieces.

But even as the tentative fingers of a burgeoning friendship spread into something far deeper than either believed possible, duty calls for Caden to return to the battlefield. Fate brought them together—will war tear them apart? Or will Caden reclaim the sound of silence and remain with the woman who taught him love didn’t die in the desert?

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She’s down the hall. I can hear her music and her muffled voice as she sings. My hard cock hears her too and I’m suddenly angry about having more space. I want her with me, wrapped in my blankets, shifting restlessly as I watch her and make her wait for me to climb on top of her soft body. Fuck, I rub myself painfully against the zipper of my jeans. I huff through my frustration and get in the shower that I turn cold to appease my aching dick. It does little to ease the tension in my balls so I take matters into my own hand and beat off to images of her tits that I conjure in my mind. Even as I groan out my release I know it’s not good enough. I need Piper.

God, I’ll beg. I will. I’m not above it.

Now that we’re settled in a new place, I can’t wait to make her mine. I promised slow but my pulse speeds while I towel off and throw on a pair of pajama pants, eager yet unsure of what I’ll say when I’m there. My palms sweat. Goddamn, I’m nervous. I stop dead in the hallway, feet from her room. For Christ’s sake, you’d think I’ve never approached a woman for sex. But this isn’t just that. I want to be careful with Piper. Correction, I want hard, primal fucking with Piper, but there’s time for soft and slow too. I want it all. I want all of her, all of the time.

I exhale and ease my heart into a steady beat, one that mimics the low bass throbbing out the beginnings of the stalker anthem “Every Breath You Take”. Well, okay. Maybe I need to layoff and refrain from begging. I laugh and rub my chest as I step into her doorway.

Fuck. Me. This roomie shit is hard and now so am I—again. Twelve months of no pussy zeros in on Piper in a tank and the female version of plaid boxers, short enough to show cheek as she bends to put a sweater in the bottom drawer of her dresser. She stands, throwing her head back on a high note. I can’t help but smile as she hits Sting’s pitch to perfection and then twists to gather the last garment from the laundry basket.

Piper’s engrossed in her music and doesn’t notice me leaning against the doorframe so I cross my arms and watch the show as it moves into “I need a Hero”.

“Nice moves, sunshine,” I murmur when she turns and her tits bounce through the dance. This is good shit.

Her head snaps up and she stumbles to the nightstand to switch off her Blu-ray speaker.

“Don’t stop on my account. That was better than a lap dance.”

“Oh, my God. Don’t you know how to knock?” She grabs a pillow from her bed, hugging it to her torso.

My grin grows. “I’ve seen your tits. You think hiding them from me will dissuade my imagination?”

Her gaze narrows in on mine, but then it flicks down to my abs and lower to my stiff cock. No shower in the world could kill that boner. She closes her eyes, but her accelerated breath moves the pillow up and down. Good, I like the direction she’s headed.

“Caden?”

“Piper?”

“How long . . . You’re trying . . .” She bites her bottom lip.

I nod. “Like so irritating you could tie me up? Because I might like that with you. Or, we can role play? I’ve got this fantasy.”

Her mouth falls open and then she swings the pillow and clocks me in the ear, a sneak attack that takes me off guard. I don’t know if I should be pissed at the assault or thrilled as my predatory nature wakes from sleep. The second hit lands on my hip. I snarl and size up my prey, at the same time stealing away her weapon. She pants and the tits I dream about heave, drawing my attention to the hard knots of her nipples straining against the fabric.

I stalk toward her. “You sure about this, sunshine?”

“I’ve got a good arm, Popeye. You scared?”

I stop and glare at her. “What did you call me?”

She laughs and chucks a pillow at my head. “Popeye the sailor . . .” she croons.

Oh, fuck no.

I advance. She retreats—singing. God is she hot, toned muscles, tanned skin, curves in every goddamn right place. And it hits me like a ton of feather pillows. I’m falling in love with Piper Stevens. The desperate ache in my cock is a pressing issue, but so is hearing her laugh and seeing her teasing smile every day. I want her voice to fill these walls until they crumble, even when the song is about me eating my spinach. This has moved beyond possession and into a dark cavern I’ve yet to explore. By the heavy lurch of my heart I’m not sure it’s ready to let her in. But I’m pretty sure that’s what happens. I’m going to share this piece of me and she’ll do the same. Together we’ll steady our pulse. Goddamn, the thought unleashes a primal instinct to claim her, take her, make it so no other man will ever have her again.

But first I’m going to wipe that grin off her face and make her scream. My initial pillow strike misses as she lobs to the left. The second hits her square over the head. Her eyes flare and then narrow and I can tell the minute tactical thought gives way to a frantic need to conquer her target. She misses a lyric and attacks in reckless swings. I’m trained in the art of war and in a minute, I chase her over the bed and to the other side of the room with quick snaps to the back of her thighs and a crack to her ass.

She twirls with indignation, gripping her backside and I drop my weapon. One arm around her waist, the other on her nape, I haul her against my chest and slam my mouth on hers.

Sweet Jesus she kisses me without hesitation, sucking my tongue into her mouth on a groan. We go deep, long open licks I use to punish her for singing that fucking song. It takes every ounce of my self-control not to pin her against the wall, peel off her shorts and fuck her into an apology. I’ll save that for later. I tap her ass and help to wrap her legs around my waist and it’s the best, most natural place for her to be. When she wiggles into position, she slides down against my straining dick and I almost shoot my load. I moan and tug her hair, peeling her away to find her flushed skin, watch her lowered lids flutter against her cheeks as I rub the throbbing head of my cock against her pussy through fine layers of cotton.



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She wears many hats. Some include wife, mother of two small boys, writer, reader, lover of gummy bears and Henry Cavill. She’s a proud Indie author who adores a broken hero, a feisty heroine, and lots and lots of sexy times. In 2013 she decided to flex her writing muscles and began her debut novel: Midnight. Published in 2014, she continues writing sweet romantic, okay maybe a little bit erotic, suspenseful adult contemporary novels with characters you’re destined to fall in love with.


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TRULY, MADLY, WHISKEY by Melissa Foster

TRULY, MADLY, WHISKEYa stand-alone romance by Melissa FosterGenre: Contemporary Romance
A new, emotionally riveting, sexy standalone romance by New York Times bestselling author Melissa Foster. Watch mysteriously sexy Bear Whiskey claw his way to his happily ever after with sassy, rebellious Crystal Moon.

In TRULY, MADLY, WHISKEY…

Eight months is a long damn time to have the hots for a woman who keeps a guy at arm’s length. But Crystal Moon is no ordinary woman. She’s a sinfully sexy, sass-mouthed badass, and the subject of Bear Whiskey’s midnight fantasies. She’s also one of his closest friends.

Just when Crystal thinks she has her life under control, scorching-hot, possessive, aggressive, and fiercely loyal Bear pushes all her sexual buttons, relentless in his pursuit to make her his.

The more Bear pushes, the hotter their passion burns, unearthing memories for Crystal that are best kept buried. But there’s no stopping the collision of her past and present, catapulting the two lovers down an emotionally charged road that has them questioning all they thought they knew.

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They drove to Woody’s Burgers in silence, which was how he knew there was probably more to this than a shitty visit with her mother. He also knew she wasn’t going to tell him what was really going on. At least not yet. He came on strong, but they had a solid friendship that felt more like a relationship and went beyond his desire to finally taste her luscious mouth. He cared about her, and one way or another, he’d figure out a way to get her to talk. He had to, because knowing she was hurting and not being able to fix it made him want to tear someone’s head off.

He parked the truck and reached across the seat, giving her hand a comforting squeeze. “Hey.” He waited until she met his gaze. “Whatever’s going on, you know you can talk to me.”

Her eyes fell to their hands, and a hint of a smile lifted her lips. “Yeah, I know. Thanks.”

Woody’s was a low-key burger joint with brick walls that had been painted white and bright green tables and benches. Overgrown ferns and decorative iron lights hung from metal rods along the ceiling. The floor was a mismatched patchwork of wooden planks. It didn’t look like much, but they had the best burgers and fries in Peaceful Harbor, and tonight Bear had the prettiest girl in the harbor on his arm, too. It was a good night, despite the cloud hanging over Crystal’s head. He’d shelter her from whatever storm came her way.

He slid into the booth beside her.

“There are two benches for a reason,” she pointed out.

“Oh, right.” He kicked his feet up on the bench across from them, the tips of his black leather boots visible over the edge of the table.

She laughed.

“Your turn.” He tapped her thigh, leaving his hand there as she lifted her feet beside his.

She pushed his hand from her thigh without a word, and he stretched his arm across the back of the bench.

“Are you always like this?” She picked up the menu and looked it over.

“You’ve known me for a long time. You tell me.”

“I know how you are with me. I mean with other girls. I’ve never been out with you, like on a date.”

He began kneading the tension from her shoulder. “Then maybe it’s time to remedy that.”

The waitress interrupted before she could respond, and they ordered burgers and fries, and Crystal ordered a milk shake. Chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry mixed, please. She was unique in everything she did, and he loved that about her. Their food came quickly, and they made small talk about getting ready for Tru and Gemma’s wedding.

When he couldn’t stand the edge in her voice any longer, he said, “Tell me about your mom.”

She shrugged. “Nothing to tell. We’re not very close.”

“Why was tonight so rough?” He picked up a fry and dunked it in her shake as she lifted her burger to her mouth.

“Um…?” She lowered her burger to the plate. “What are you doing?”

“Dunking my fry in your shake.” He popped it in his mouth. “Haven’t we done this before?”

“No.”

“We’ve known each other for almost a year and we’ve never had fries and shakes? That’s not true and you know it.”

“You’ve never dunked your fry in my shake,” she clarified.

He brushed his shoulder against hers. “Whose fault is that? I would love to bury my fry in your luscious milk shake.”

She laughed. “Not happening.” She took a big bite of her burger, her cheeks puffing out like a chipmunk, clearly trying to avoid talking about that.

He finished his burger and put his arm around her again, dipping another fry in her shake. He held it up for her, and she swatted his hand away, pointing to her full mouth. Her eyes were wide, but smiling, which he totally dug.

“Okay, I’ll tell you what. Tell me why tonight was so rough, and I’ll leave your shake alone.”

She shook her head, and he dunked another fry. She whimpered, trying to swallow her burger as quickly as she could.

“My girl doesn’t swallow well. Noted.”

She laughed/snorted and choked on her burger. He patted her on the back, both of them laughing.

“I’ll help you with that whole swallowing thing,” he offered, which made her laugh harder, causing her to snort again.

She tried to catch her breath, and he dunked another fry.

“Hey!”

“Just try one. You’ll like it. I promise.”

She eyed the fry as if it were poison.

“One bite.” He dragged the fry along her lower lip. Leaning closer, he said, “You’d better lick that off before I do.”

Her eyes narrowed, and her tongue swept over her lower lip.

“Christ Almighty,” he grumbled.

She laughed. “That’s pretty good. Salty and sweet.”

“Stick with me, baby. I’ll make sure you get your fill of salty and sweet.”


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Matchmaker Abduction By Donna McDonald

Science Fiction Romance/Romantic ComedyDate Published: 3/13/2017

True love is said to defy time, but can it survive space, aliens, and being abducted? Angus MacNamara and Erin O’Shea are about to find out.

The big blue planet that most call  Earth desperately needs matchmakers. There is only one small—okay, BIG—problem. No one wants the alien dating service job. No one. The original matchmakers are dead, and much worse, their DNA is no longer viable for cloning.

Solution? Go back in time to some of Earth’s other—thankfully slower spinning—versions, and retrieve the alternates of the one couple in any universe who seems able to do the job.

Far easier said than done though, especially when the alternates are anything but a loving couple, and both are none too pleased to be thrown into the future.

What does oil and water create? Salad dressing or a real mess of aliens, humans, and matchmaking fun!


Excerpt
Over four weeks in that box and Angus was a changed man… at least physically. She put a hand on his arm. It was warm to her touch, thank the Goddess. She had feared they might turn him into one of the cold ones. Some of the aliens had much lower body temperatures. Their clothing kept them at a chilled level that would have had her building a peat fire in the hearth of her little cottage back home. How she missed that little house now, even the broken cook stove and the misbehaving flue. But Doctor Nate had warned her not to dwell on the past since there was no going back to it. He said it was scientifically impossible. She would have said that applied to nearly everything she saw here.
“Angus,” she said. “Are ya alright? Speak to me, for feck’s sake. I’ve been waiting weeks for ya to come around. I don’t like being the only one scared shitless here.”
Eyes blinked open and a turquoise gaze met hers finally. She wanted to lay her head on his chest and weep with relief that he lived.
“What the feck happened to me?” Angus asked, moving to sit up. Erin O’Shea’s surprising strong hand pushed him back down.
“No, don’t raise up. Ya have been very ill,” Erin said. “Take it slow for a bit. No one means ya harm that I can tell.”
“That fellow I drew my gun on did,” Angus said, irritated at the tiredness he felt.
Erin shook her head. “Yar talking about Agent Black and he’s the least of our concerns in this place, Angus.”
His grip on her arm was urgent. “Did they hurt ya?” Angus asked roughly.
Again, Erin shook her head as she peered into his tired gaze. Men could defile ya when they took a notion, but they’d take a knife to anyone else that tried. All men she knew were just as strange to her as any alien she’d met so far.
“No one’s hurt me. They’ve all been completely kind. When yar well enough, I will explain what I know about things. It’s very confusing here, but once ya adjust, they let ya move around with just one guard.”
“Guard? Is this… is this a prison, then?” Angus asked, his throat parched for a drink.
Erin could tell Angus was fighting sleep and losing. “No. I don’t think so. It’s just very different from Lisdoonvarna. Sleep now, Angus. We’ll talk in a bit when yar more alert. They let me come visit ya whenever I want.”
“Good. Come back soon then,” Angus said.
She felt him pull her hand to his chest. Even covered with a sheet she could feel the hard muscles beneath her palm. Angus felt under her fingers like Toorg looked. He definitely hadn’t felt like that before the box.
His action of hanging on to her had her remembering the one and only time she’d found herself under him. Even with no muscles, Angus had shown her a slice of heaven she’d never seen before. It had been wonderful right up to the part where he’d called her Mary just before finding his own relief.
That passionate madness was water under a bridge neither of them would ever see again. She’d be no man’s whore substitute, not even for the grieving widower who vexed her heart.
Nine years Angus had mourned his wife and nine years Erin had waited for him to stop. As far as she knew, there had been no woman under him but her. Apparently, Angus preferred the pleasure of his own hand, especially if there was an oversized glass of ale in it most of the time.
Erin snorted as she stared at the man on the table. “I can’t believe they’d think I’d ever love a wreck of a man like ya, Angus MacNamara. Obviously, the Universe 1 version of me was completely daft. Unless yer version here was made better than yar ever going to be.”
She stopped talking and saw Angus was completely unconscious again.
Running her hand down his chest, she let her fingers bump over all the ridges. Why hadn’t they bothered to do this to her body? She was soft around the middle. Plus, it would have been nice to have a tighter butt and a little better lift to her breasts.
Thirty-eight wasn’t old by any definition she had of aging, but it wasn’t like she was twenty-five either. Angus felt twenty-five… or at least thirty-five. They’d sent her through some fecking beeping machine and not touched her again afterward. That decision, given what they’d done to Angus, was just one more thing she didn’t understand.
Angus jerked in response to stroking fingertips and woke under her touch. Her hand had drifted lower than she realized. She snatched her hand away, mostly because it wanted to keep exploring.
“We’ve been kidnapped,” Angus declared roughly, then rolled his head to the side and slept once more.
Erin nodded, though Angus could no longer see her response. “Close enough,” she said and patted his chest one final time.

About the Author

Donna McDonald published her first romance novel in March of 2011. Forty plus novels later, she admits to living her own happily ever after as a full time author. Her work spans several genres, such as contemporary romance, paranormal, and science fiction. Humor is the most common element across all her writing. Addicted to making readers laugh, she includes a good dose of romantic comedy in every book.
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