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June 27, 2018
Stud by ML Nystrom
Title: Stud
Series: Dragon Runners #2Author: ML NystromPublisher: Hot Tree Publishing
Genre: MC RomanceRelease Date: June 23, 2018
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Bold and brash, Eva MacAteer has spent her life working in her blue-collar family’s construction business. In doing so, she’s had to fight for her own place away from her overbearing father, as well as for her own identity as a woman. Struggling between her loyalty to her brothers and her desire to strike out to be her own person, Eva knows one thing for certain: getting involved with a womanizer, no matter how hot he may be, is not the path for her.
Stud is not one to be tied down to any woman. Fiercely loyal to the club and his single ways, the last thing he expects is to become fascinated by the fiery Eva. He sees his own life reflected in hers and is not quite sure how to handle the connection.
Can two mismatched people find enough common ground to overcome their fears and allow love to grow?
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ML Nystrom had stories in her head since she was a child. All sorts of stories of fantasy, romance, mystery and anything else that captured her interest. A voracious reader, she’s spent many hours devouring books; therefore, she found it only fitting she should write a few herself!
ML has spent most of my life as a performing musician and band instrument repair technician, but that doesn’t mean she’s pigeon-holed into one mold. She’s been a university professor, belly dancer, craftsperson, soap maker, singer, rock band artist, jewelry maker, lifeguard, swim coach, and whatever else she felt like exploring. As one of her students said to her once, "Life’s too short to ignore the opportunities." She has no intention of ever stopping... so welcome to her story world. She hopes you enjoy it!
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June 26, 2018
Rosemary Wolfe, M.D By Rexanna Ipock-Brown
Title: Rosemary Wolfe, M.D. (Monster Doctor) (Loving Monsters Series Book 1) Author: Rexanna Ipock-Brown Genre: Paranormal Romance Release Date: April 15, 2018 Cover Designer: Angela Fristoe at Covered Creatively http://www.coveredcreatively.com/
Never date vampires.Dr. Rosemary Wolfe loves her career as a physician and veterinarian to the Genetically Diverse Beings in her community. She’ll do almost anything to help them. Dating them is another matter. Been there, done that, almost married a psycho. A witch and werewolf, she’s convinced her differences make her unlovable, therefore she reluctantly embraces her friends-with-benefits lifestyle. Bryce Gold meets Rosemary at a party and asks her on a date. After losing his last wife to a vengeful vampire, Bryce has sworn off serious relationships for good. Not a heartless vampire, he’s simply endured all the grief he can. But his thoughts are filled with the sexy Dr. Wolfe, and he’s reconsidering his principles. The more time they spend together, the more he realizes she could be the one to heal his heart. Soon, Rosemary and Bryce find love might not be enough to save them from their pasts. They will have to awaken their neglected powers to save their lives and relationship.CONTENT WARNING: This book includes an adventurous witch/wolf trying to find love. It contains smoking hot shifters and vampires, swoon-worthy love scenes, naughty language, and a dash of violence to spice things up. Intended for mature audiences
They walked hand-in-hand to her apartment’s front entrance. She shivered when Bryce closed his long fingers over her hand taking her key. The lock clicked, and he moved back to allow her to enter. Her attention glued to him, she bumped an entryway table sending a lamp careening to the floor. Spinning around too late, she tightened. In a blur of action, Bryce caught it. With shaking hands, Rosemary took a moment to position the lamp back on the table. “Thanks, it belonged to my grandma on my mom’s side.” “No problem. What’s the use of having vampire reflexes if you don’t use them?” His smoky voice set fire to her lady parts. Her imagination concocted a slew of uses for his talents. She was lost. He saved her Grandma Rosie’s lamp. She was shocked to discover she wanted to give him a chance. “So true.” How to say this? “Okay, then.” He suddenly appeared vulnerable. “Thanks for a great night. I enjoyed myself.” She edged closer until his warmth flowed over her. His voice came out almost in a whisper. “Did you enjoy yourself enough to consider going on another date with me?” She edged closer and tilted her head. She shook with the need to kiss him. She stroked his cheek with her hand. “Yes, I would like that.” He grabbed her hand, giving it a firm shake, and then he headed for the door. “Great, I’ll call you. Good night.” What the hell? Her mouth flew open as she stood there in shock. “Good… goodnight.” Before she could say more, he turned around and his strong arms wrapped around her, holding her close, her breasts flattened to his broad, powerful chest. He lifted her chin and gazed into her eyes. A psychic tingle passed between them leaving no doubt in her mind he wanted her. “You didn’t think I’d leave without kissing you, did you?” And, then he smiled. Rosemary started to speak, but before the smart-ass answer shot out, he possessed her mouth. Her pulse banged in a primal rhythm of need. All thoughts abandoned her mind. He slipped his tongue slowly between her lips. As she kissed him back with a passion she could barely control, tendrils of fear slipped into her thoughts. Her tongue felt the fullness of his fangs pushing at the corners of his mouth. Am I nuts? He’s a vampire. A big, strong, sexy vampire. Her body arched as his large hands caressed her back, dropping lower and lower until with a palm on each of her butt cheeks, he pulled her into him. She glanced for a second at his eyes that glowed. The pulse of his throbbing manhood beat a tune of need across her belly. She moaned as his leg slipped between her thighs. She welcomed his fingers searching for her breasts as he deepened the kiss. When he found them, he pinched her nipples, releasing a flood of need between her legs. Eyes flying open, she realized his fangs had extended to their full length. The knowledge they were approaching the point of no return, froze her. For a moment, they stared at each other. With obvious effort, she pulled back. He growled but allowed her to step away. Afraid of what she had almost done, she swallowed, trying to control her lust. “Bryce, I’m sorry. I need more time.” Bryce shuddered. “I have to go, before I can’t.” Trembling, he kissed her gently in the center of her forehead and left.
Rosemary Wolfe, M.D. (Monster Doctor) is Rexanna’s debut novel. Rexanna is a member of the Romance Writers of America and the Columbia chapter of the Missouri Writer’s Guild. Rexanna’s characters are drawn from her work as a psychic consultant. She has assisted police departments with cold cases, was a popular guest on radio call-in shows, and has been featured on local and national television. Rexanna married her college sweetheart, who also loves reading and is an easy blusher. Their long-shared Saturday afternoon activity is to go out for lunch and then to a library or bookstore. They’ve done this for most of their 35-year marriage. Rexanna’s favorite hobbies include walking her dachshund/king cavalier spaniel rescue dog, collecting crystals, and reading romance novels.
Love Redefined by Delancey Stewart
Title: Love Redefined
Series: Kings Grove #3Author: Delancey StewartGenre: Contemporary Romance/Women's FictionRelease Date: June 26, 2018
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Chance Palmer is the hottest bachelor in Kings Grove, and even his younger brother Sam sees him as a playboy and a charmer. It's nice to be admired, but Chance is ready for something serious--something like the love he had once before. The love he refuses to talk about.
Michaela "Mike" Grayson fell in love once. And though that relationship gave her the son she'd never trade for anything, it came with a darker side she's still trying to escape.
When Michaela's job requires her to scout a tiny town called Kings Grove as a potential resort destination for her company, she's not prepared for what awaits her there: a charming playboy with a knack for making her feel like everything in her world just might work out fine. And Chance is unprepared for the feelings he finds inside himself for Michaela, and for her son, Finn.
Can Mike overcome the darkness in her past enough to trust that Chance might be more than just a fantasy? Can Chance Palmer move past the pain of his first love and fall again?
This is Book 3 in the Kings Grove Series. Each book can be read as a standalone. Perfect for fans of Melody Grace, Bella Andre, Jill Shalvis and Susan Mallery.
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Delancey Stewart is an award-winning author who writes romantic fiction with humor and heart.
Stewart has lived on both coasts, in big cities and small towns. She's been a pharmaceutical rep, a personal trainer and a wineseller.
A wife and the mother of two small boys, her current job titles include pirate captain, monster hunter, Lego assembler and story reader. She tackles all these efforts at her current home outside Washington D.C.
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Better Haunts & Garden Gnomes By Michelle M. Pillow
Title: Better Haunts & Garden Gnomes ((Un)Lucky Valley, #1) Author: Michelle M. Pillow Genre: Cosy Mystery Paranormal Romance Release Date: June 26th, 2018 Cover Designer: Alchemy Book Covers Hosted by: Buoni Amici Press, LLC.
Welcome to Lucky Valley where nothing is quite what it seems.Lily Goode wasn't aware she had an inheritance waiting for her in the form of a huge Victorian house in Lucky Valley, Colorado. Life might finally be coming together for her. That is if you don't count the endless home repairs, dealing with eccentric Aunt Polly who claims they're both witches, and Nolan Dawson the handsome home inspector who seems to have it out for her, then, sure, life is grand. Oh and not to mention the strange hallucinations and garden gnomes who are far more than lawn ornaments.If mysterious accidents don't do her in, then the rebellious gnomes just might. With the help of Aunt Polly, it's up to Lily to discover who's sabotaging her new home and trying to drive the Goodes out of Lucky Valley once and for all.From NY Times & USA TODAY Bestselling Author, Michelle M. Pillow, a Cozy Mystery Paranormal Romantic Comedy.
In the town of Lucky Valley, Colorado, nothing is quite what it seems. As Lily Goode is quickly finding out… Thump. Her hands trembled as she gripped the railing. Nolan briefly placed his hand over hers, as if to steady her. They crept toward the bedroom. Thump. Thump. Rattle. Thump. Lily and Nolan reached for the door at the same time and pushed it with the tips of their fingers. The wood creaked as it opened. Crreeaak. Thump. Bang. They tilted their heads to look in. “Dam, blasted. I…” The sound was faint, but Lily heard the muffled words as if they came from underwater. “Where’d ya go ya wee varmit…” “Who’s there?” Lily demanded. Lily leaned closer to Nolan and tried not to make a sound as she stared at the room. A bed was in the middle next to a small dresser with a white porcelain bowl. The dresser slid an inch to the right and the foot of the bed lifted off the floor before thumping down. Nolan again tried to push her behind him but she resisted and moved to see who was causing all the noise. The bed bounced in a steady rhythm. She slowly leaned to the side to peek along the hidden edge of the bed. The sound stopped. A gnome stood facing the corner like a punished child. Another gnome lay on the floor. “I think Dante is right. It’s the creepy gnomes.” Lily stared at the little statues, watching for movement. A chill worked its way up her spine. Nolan placed a hand on her arm. She jumped a little in surprise at the contact. He inhaled through his nose, and whispered, “Ghost.” The word came out on a white puff of breath. The bed lifted higher than before and crashed down. When Lily turned her attention back to the gnomes, they had not moved, but there was a pair of transparent legs sticking out from under the bed. The ghost’s stained pants were frayed at the bottom hem and his boots were caked in dirt—if that was even possible. “Uh, this house is not yours,” Lily said. “Go to the light. Begone spirit.” “What are you doing?” Nolan whispered. “Banishing him?” Lily shrugged. How the heck was she supposed to know what to do? “How do you know it’s a him?” She pointed at the floor. “I assumed from the pants and boots, but I guess it could be a girl.” “All I see is a couple of gnomes.” The ghost’s feet kicked, and the bed lifted up only to fall with a bang. “Stop that!” she ordered. The ghost cackled and wheezed and did it again. This time, he shimmied until his feet disappeared under the bed. All noises stopped. “Is he gone?” “Maybe?” She shrugged helplessly. “Do you see him?” Lily turned to Nolan and grabbed his upper arm. “Nolan, if I was really in a hospital with something in my brain making me hallucinate, you’d tell me, right? I mean, you’d tell me if I was insane or none of this was real, right?” “Uh, Lily—” “I’d be all right with that. Because, if you expect me to bend over to look under the bed to see if there are any big-bad scaries lurking beneath there, I’m telling you now that I don’t think I’m brave enough. I’ve seen how this horror movie ends. I’m not about to get sucked into a dark vortex by Cackles the Cowboy Clown.” “Dark vortex?” He arched a brow. “Every little kid knows about the dark vortex. It’s why we know not to go into closets or look under the bed.” “I don’t think that’s a real—” “It’s real.” “Lily, do you want me to look under the bed for you?” Nolan asked, his tone aggravatingly calm and reasonable. She nodded. “Yes.” Nolan suppressed a grin. He lowered onto his hands and knees, threw the draped covers out of his way, and leaned close to the floor to look under the bed. Lily felt a chill along her arm. She held her breath. Her eyes moved before her head turned. She came face to forehead with a ghost. He stood a couple inches from her face. When she glanced down, she saw his whiskers shift with a smile. “Boo!” She gasped, jumping away from him. The ghost crowed a high-pitched sound, holding his stomach and slapping his thigh as if it were the funniest thing in the world. “Oo-ee-ee-ee.” “I don’t see anything,” Nolan said, still looking under the bed.
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NY Times and USA TODAY bestselling author, Michelle M. Pillow, is a Romance and Cozy Mystery Author with over a million books sold. Romance Writers of America has recognized her for publishing over 100 titles.As long as she can remember, Michelle has had a strange fascination with anything supernatural and sci-fi. After discovering historical romance novels, it was only natural that the supernatural and love/romance elements should someday meet in her wonderland of a brain. She's glad they did for their children have been pouring onto the computer screen ever since.Michelle loves to travel and try new things, whether it's a paranormal investigation of an old Vaudeville Theatre or climbing Mayan temples in Belize. She's addicted to movies and used to drive her mother crazy while quoting random scenes with her brother. Though it has yet to happen, her dream is to be a zombie in a horror movie. (She came close as a refugee extra on SyFy's Z Nation, Fall 2016!) For the most part she can be found wearing pajama pants while writing in her office, and enjoying a cup of coffee. Come say hello! She loves talking with readers on social media!
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The Evolution of Us by D. Nichole King
Title: The Evolution of Us
Series: The Us Series #2Author: D. Nichole KingGenre: NA RomanceRelease Date: June 26, 2018
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Love.They say it’s blind.That you don’t choose who you fall in love with.They say it creeps up on you when you least expect it. They say it doesn’t let go.
I wish it were that easy.
I’ve been in love before, and it happened the way they said it would.For a while, it was easy and full of bliss.Until he uttered those damn three words, and all hell broke loose.
I don’t blame him for leaving.Love is a beast, waiting to devour you at the first sign of weakness.That’s what they don’t say.
It’s been four years, and a lot has changed.I never expected to see Jake again,but here I am, staring into those gorgeous eyes like they still belong to me.
See, I’m Finley May Norwood, the girl who pushes love away when it becomes too much.Now, Jake’s engaged to someone else, and I’m too late.If only my heart could accept that.It simply doesn’t.Love. Be damned.
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I'm pretty sure I drink too much Pepsi. I'm also pretty sure that somedays it's what keeps me sane. Well, Pepsi and writing, that is.
I'm a dreamer, an inspirer. I find beauty in weakness, brokenness, and heartbreak. In life, and joy, and happiness. These moments don't define us, but the choices we make in these moments do.
I write about these moments. About the choices we make and the paths we tread. About the circumstances that make us who we are and the experiences that will lead us to who we will become.
I write about life. Love. Pain. And hope.
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Chase by Lane Hart and D.B. West
Title: Chase
A Savage Kings MC NovelAuthors: Lane Hart & D.B. WestGenre: Romantic SuspenseRelease Date: June 26, 2018
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Chase Fury, the VP of the Savage Kings MC has dealt with his fair share of tragedy over the years. He never wanted the responsibility that comes with being at the head of the table, preferring to leave that to his brother, Torin. But after an unexpected attack on the Kings sends his brothers on a path of vengeance, Chase will have no choice but to take on the burden of being the man in charge.
Reporter Sasha Sheridan has steered clear of any and all bad boy bikers wearing the bearded skull for the last ten years. While investigating a story, she suddenly finds herself back in the crosshairs of the Savage Kings. Uncovering the secrets that the club’s president is trying to keep hidden may very well put her life in danger. She may be able to handle the threat, but she can’t escape the man who broke her heart.
Chase hasn’t forgiven himself for hurting Sasha and causing her an unbelievable amount of pain. He still wears her name on his chest, a reminder of the night that he wrecked his bike and everything the two of them had together. Now, with secrets, lies, bloodshed, and violence causing chaos in the club, Chase is determined to use his second chance with Sasha to keep her safe. He never imagined that the best way to do that would be to get her as far away from him and the MC as possible.
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New York Times bestselling author Lane Hart and husband D.B. West were both born and raised in North Carolina. They still live in the south with their two daughters and enjoy spending the summers on the beach and watching football in the fall.
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BILLIONAIRE'S MATCHMAKER by Sierra Cartwright
TitansAn exclusive private society of the world’s most powerful ambitious gentlemenSex, Secrets, and IntrigueBillionaire's MatchmakerRich, powerful men don’t intimidate matchmaker Hope Malloy. So when she’s hired to find a bride for billionaire Rafe Sterling, she’s certain the assignment will be easy. Not only is he sexy and a renowned philanthropist, the man is heir to one of the country’s largest hotel fortunes. Who wouldn’t want to marry him?The last thing Rafe wants is a wife. Too bad it's the one thing he desperately needs. His father ran off with a woman half his age, and Rafe can't become permanent CEO of Sterling Worldwide unless he's married.When he’s ambushed by the competent matchmaker, he’s captivated by her intelligence and seductive innocence.All of a sudden, he is thinking about a future and having her under his complete and total command.Will she run when she discovers his deepest, darkest secrets and shocking, sensual demands?* * Although Billionaire’s Matchmaker is part of the Titans world, this sexy story is a standalone book with a feel-good Happily Ever After * *
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USA Today Best-Selling Author, Winner of the 2015 Best BDSM Book of the year (Bind), 2015 Reader’s Choice Best Erotic Romance (Bind), 2015 Golden Flogger (Crave), 2014 LASR Book of the Year award (In The Den), 2013 Best BDSM Book of the Year award (Over The Line), Golden Flogger Award 2015 nominee for her books Command, Bind, and Brand.Sierra was born in Manchester, England where she spent her early years traipsing through castles. After living in Denver for a number of years, the internationally acclaimed author now resides in Galveston, Texas. She loves the way history blends with Southern manners (being called “sugar” is an experience unto itself).She invites you to join her on a sensual journey where the limits are explored and expanded.
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Whiskey Girl by Adriane Leigh
Title: Whiskey GirlAuthor: Adriane LeighGenre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 26, 2018
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She was the one thing holding him together. Until she was gone.And then there was whiskey.
Fallon Gentry has spent the last decade reliving one dark night in his head. The moment he lost the woman he loved when a single blink cascaded into a series of events that stole both of their lives. Now his nights are spent playing music in southern honky-tonks and nursing the memory of her the only way he knows how–at the bottom of a whiskey bottle.
A brief stint in Nashville, a hit song, and a brush with Hollywood couldn't bring him closer to God, but when the ghost of Augusta Belle Branson appears in his corner of another lonely dive bar late after dark, he's forced to confront everything he thought he knew about that fateful night, and a few things he didn't.
He’s her contradiction, she’s his salvation.
A firestorm of emotion consumes them when they come together after ten lost years, every moment more revealing, more unpredictable, more intoxicating than the next until the only reckoning left for Fallon is the one he must make with himself. But this time, fate may have left an after-burn too bitter to swallow. This time, he may lose his whiskey girl for good.
An unforgettable, epic love story about two lost souls who, against all odds, find themselves through their passion and music. Filled with raw emotion, this lyrical, all-the-feels masterpiece may catapult Adriane Leigh into the league of Colleen Hoover, Brittainy Cherry, and L.J. Shen. — Nelle L'Amour, New York Times Bestselling author of THAT MAN
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Fallon The first time I met Augusta Belle Branson, she was fixin’ on killin’ herself. Said the minute I’d walked up, she was tryin’ to decide if jumpin’ off the bridge in the center—where the water was deep and the current stronger—would be a swifter end, or if she should jump near the edge, where jagged limestone slabs anchored the slow-moving current. Certain death for sure. I replayed the split second when the Indian summer sun burst through the orange oak leaves, a halo of warmth enveloping her. Like an angel. Stardust sparkling straight from heaven, ploppin’ her in my path. And then she turned, the most startling shade of liquid amber eyes breathing something real and alive, like fire, into my soul. That same something I’d been runnin’ from—or chasin’, dependin’ on how you looked at it—just about every day since. I settled myself on the lone wooden stool that awaited at center stage, my thoughts drawing back to the present. My head swam, but the old familiar chords floated on through the current of whiskey in my blood, and I strummed the first few notes of a song I wrote a lot of nights ago by an act of sheer muscle memory.Old acoustic guitar resting on my knee, my first and third fingers in position on the strings, the opening chords of “Whiskey Girl” bled from my fingers. Every chord, another dagger. Every whispered lyric, my undoing. I still didn’t know what the fuck had overtaken me the night I’d written this song in a fevered rush. Well, the booze might have played a part, but I happened to think my best shit came out of uninhibited states. I’d just had a fuckton of uninhibited states recently. And the harder the liquor, the more she haunted me. Whiskey Girl. My poisoned lullaby. The crowd of a few hundred erupted into a standing ovation when I ended with the final, emotion-charged words. The irony of this song was it was the one that’d launched my career. The first single to hit radio waves and then the top spot on the Billboard charts, and brought reporters, music executives, long-lost family members I wasn’t even really sure I was related to, and too much other scum with an end game that carried dollar signs to my front doorstep. I’d moved to Nashville a rising star and left two years later, middle finger in the air as I tossed my once-promising music career out with last night’s liquor bottles in favor of the open road. Chasing something. Not finding the one thing I needed. Playing local honky-tonks for a fraction of the money I could have made. But the truth was, the road was the only place I could find my happy. A familiar ball of pain formed in my throat as I stood, pushing my guitar over one shoulder and bowing deeply. I couldn’t see a single face behind the glaring stage lights, but still, some part of me pretended she could be out there, that I was singing to her. That she would hear her song and find her way back to me. After hundreds of faceless crowds and too many bottles of Tennessee whiskey to bother counting, I still felt the pull inside me to travel to every town in America if that’s what it took to find her. Hell, maybe she was happily married with a few kids, a dog, and a fucking minivan by now. I nodded my head, giving one last wave to the crowd in the dark beyond, then left the stage, taking the steps two at a time and angling past the curtains to head for the tiny-ass dressing room this dive bar provided. Heading for another chug of amber gold before packing my shit into my truck and hitting the road. I pushed a hand through my hair, thinking maybe a shower would be in order before I bailed, when a curvy little thing backed right up into me. My palms landed on her shoulders, warm blond waves falling in a cascade over one side. The heady scent of peaches and honey filled my nostrils. My eyes slammed closed and brought me back to summer nights under a giant oak, fireflies melding together with the stars above like a painting. “Sorry, I just dropped my phone.” The sweet-scented creature spun, brilliant smile falling from her face when our eyes made contact for the first time. Every coldhearted memory slammed into my chest like a pallet of bricks. I narrowed my eyes, gaze tracing the familiar yet unfamiliar angles of her porcelain face. She was thinner now, cheeks sharp slashes of bone that highlighted her always-devastating round eyes and full lips. It was her, all right. I’d know this woman anywhere.“Hi, Fallon.” I’d been dreamin’ of this moment for the better part of a decade, and still, my heart wasn’t prepared for those two words. My name on her lips left me with a toxic reaction. My whiskey girl. My damnation and my salvation. “I need a fucking minute.” I dropped my hands from her shoulders, her skin still haunting my fingertips, and walked straight down the narrow hallway, pushing the rusted back door open so hard the hinges protested. Warm night air filled my lungs, replacing the empty feeling seeing her again had left. “Fallon…” Hell, she’d followed me out. And hell if wanted her to, but I didn’t not want her to either. The emotions bombarding my mind were just a-fucking-bout unbearable. “I said I need a fucking minute.” The sentence came out as more of a growl than I intended. Before she could reply, I stomped across the potholed parking lot, aiming for my heavy-duty Ford. I yanked the door open, digging behind the driver’s seat for a fresh bottle of my favorite recipe. I couldn’t be bothered to retrieve the half-full bottle I’d left in my dressing room. I had to get as far the fuck away from her just to clear my head and process what her being here even meant. My hands circled the neck of the bottle, and I opened it in a flash, chugging back the first warm bite of pleasure I’d been craving. I tossed the cap on my dash and fished the keys out of my pocket, about to climb into the cab and make hay, when fingertips painted a dark navy filtered into my vision and back out again, my goddamn truck keys hanging from one finger. “Fuck,” I bit out, crawling out of the cab and swiping for the keys. My reactions were a helluva lot slower than I thought they were. How much of that bottle had I drunk before the show? I shook the thought from my head, realizing this was probably about close to my average state of play on any given day. Runnin’ away from the life Augusta Belle and I’d had took something out of me. Something only whiskey could fill. “I don’t care what your stupid ass does on your own time, but you’re not dying on mine, Fallon Gentry.”My head pounded then. A whole fucking sentence out of her pretty pink lips, and my body’s old dependable reaction to her infuriating every cell of me.I’d never been in control when it came to Augusta. Shouldn’t have been surprised it was no different now. “As irritating as ever, I see,” I said, swiping for my keys one more time and missing before I stumbled off around her, whiskey bottle clutched in my hand and hell on my mind. Augusta was back, and there wasn’t enough whiskey in the state of Tennessee to help me deal.
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Adriane Leigh is an Amazon Top 25 and USA Today bestselling author of contemporary and erotic romance. Raised in a snowbank in Michigan's Upper Peninsula, she was born with a book in her hand and won her first Young Authors award before the age of ten. She finished her first romance novel at 14, and hasn't stopped playing with words since. She earned a literature degree, co-founded and organized international book conventions with RARE: Romance Author & Reader Events, and has written more than 45 independent titles under various pen names.
Married to her own Prince Charming, she now lives among the sand dunes of Lake Michigan, and plays mama to two sweet baby girls. She's a romantic rebel and word junkie that believes wanderlust is life, is part of the #goodvibetribe, and wishes she had more time to read and knit scarves to keep her cozy during the arctic Michigan winters. Yoga pants, puppies, and mac and cheese also help. Never miss a release! Get an alert at: http://www.adrianeleigh.com
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“Sizzling chemistry, a glamorous world, plot twists…a perfect combination held together with Adriane Leigh’s addictive writing. I dove into this world, and didn’t want to come up for air. I can’t wait for more!” – Alessandra Torre, Hollywood Dirt
“Adriane Leigh never dissapoints with equal amounts of heat and heart with all the sex, suspense and scandal…Leigh’s newest mysterious hero will have you anxiously flipping pages well into the night trying to uncover his secrets.” – Jay Crownover, Marked Men
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Enlightened End by Audrey Carlan
Title: Enlightened EndSeries: Lotus House #7Author: Audrey CarlanGenre: Contemporary RomanceRelease Date: June 26, 2018
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My world ended the day I received an eviction notice for Lotus House Yoga. Teaching yoga is all I’ve ever known. I’ve been doing tree pose since the age of two. The studio is my home, my legacy. My mother and her best friend left Lotus House to me so that I could carry on spreading goodness and light to everyone who enters our door. Now I’m faced with the very real possibility that it will all go up in smoke…unless I can convince Grant Winters—the most ridiculously handsome and arrogant businessman I’ve ever met—to save not only my business but all those around it.
When I stormed into Grant’s office to beg and plead for a second chance at preserving what my family spent decades building, I had no idea how it would change my life.
A deal was made.
He’d visit the businesses he was planning to destroy and attend classes at Lotus House while I worked to change his mind. In exchange, I had to enter his business-first world of luxury, fast-talking men, and surgically enhanced women.
Turns out, I didn’t fit in... Then again, neither did he.
In the end, we were both enlightened.
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Audrey Carlan is a #1 New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author. She writes wicked hot love stories that are designed to give the reader a romantic experience that's sexy, sweet, and so hot your e-reader might melt. Some of her works include the wildly successful Calendar Girl Serial, the Trinity Trilogy and the highly anticipated International Guy Serial.
She lives in the California Valley where she enjoys her two children and the love of her life. When she's not writing, you can find her teaching yoga, sipping wine with her "soul sisters" or with her nose stuck in a wicked hot romance novel.
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Hard Boiled ThrillerDate Published: 26th June 2018Publisher: London Large Publishing
A vacation he couldn't refuse. A murder he didn't commit. A hellhole he needs to escape.
Harry Hawkins, a tough and experienced former London cop, goes on a surprise vacation to Las Vegas with a group of lifetime friends, expecting to party hard. What he doesn’t expect is to wake up in a dead-end motel with a woman’s corpse in the bathroom and his memory shot to bits.
As he starts to piece together the events that led him there he is moved, by an unseen hand, to a brutal high-security prison, where a reception committee has been eagerly awaiting his arrival. Friendless and alone, he is forced to use every resource of character to survive constant violence, humiliation...and worse. Can he put together the series of seemingly unrelated events that led to his incarceration in a desert hellhole, and escape to take revenge on those who put him there before he loses his life?
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Garry Robson has written a variety of books and articles, from the acclaimed No OneLikes Us, We Don't Care, a classic study of working class football subculture in London, to the London Large crime thriller series, an altogether grittier romp through the same streets. In between he wrote on subjects as diverse as gentrification, London dialects, the British cultural revolution, and surveillance. He was born in South London but now lives in Krakow.
Roy has worked as a squash coach, a youth worker, a service delivery manager and an IT project manager. He started his writing career with local history books before turning to gritty crime stories that mix suspense and murder mystery with intense action. The London Large books are set on the streets of South London where Roy still lives. They often portray human nature at its most brutal are not for the faint of heart.
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