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Release Day Blitz - Reckless by Michelle Horst

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I was in love with the boy. I’m obsessed with the man.

Logan is my older brother’s best friend.

My teenage years were spent dreaming about our future together.

He taught me how to kiss. He stayed up late with me while I studied. He escorted me to the prom.

But he is one of the Screw Crew and they only have one rule. I’m off limits.

I went to college and he started working. The secret messages stopped and I lost my first love before it even had a chance.

I’ve spent the past four years trying to forget the only man I’ll ever love. Just as I start to make a life for myself, guess who comes barging back into my life?


























































































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Release Day Blitz - The Rebound by Winter Renshaw

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The last time I saw Nevada Kane, I was seventeen and he was loading his things into the back of his truck, about to embark on a fourteen-hour drive to the only college that offered him a full ride to play basketball.

I told him I’d wait for him. He promised to do the same.

But life happened. I broke my promise long before he ever broke his. And not because I wanted to.

We never saw each other again …


Until ten years later when Nevada unexpectedly returned to our hometown after an abrupt retirement from his professional basketball career.

Suddenly he was everywhere, always staring through me with that brooding gaze, never returning my smiles or “hellos.”

Over the years, I’d heard that he’d changed. And that despite his multi-million dollar contracts and rampant success, life hadn’t been so kind to him.

He was a widower.

And a single father.

And rumor had it, he’d spent his last ten years trying to forget me, refusing to so much as breathe my name … hating me.

But just like a rebound, he’s back.

And I have to believe everything happens for a reason.








































Wall Street Journal and #1 Amazon bestselling author Winter Renshaw is a bona fide daydream believer. She lives somewhere in the middle of the USA and can rarely be seen without her trusty Mead notebook and ultra portable laptop. When she’s not writing, she’s living the American dream with her husband, three kids, and the laziest puggle this side of the Mississippi.
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Release Day Blitz -Sky’s the Limit by Elle Aycart

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Tired of waiting for her big break in the fashion industry, Sky Gonzalez, eternal part-time student and overworked retail drone, quits her job, sublets her New York apartment, and embarks on a semester abroad study program in Paris. Paris! Time to throw caution to the winds and jump-start her dreams. What’s the worst that could happen?

How about getting sent to the wrong Paris? As in Paris-frigging-Minnesota?

Bye-bye career dreams. Bye-bye glamour and haute couture. Hello flannel shirts, mind-numbing cold, zero bars on the cell phone, and socially challenged mountain men with tons of unruly facial hair.

So yeah, let the truck barreling her way hit her, please. Less painful.


Logan should have dodged the little lost waif and kept on driving. Who in their right mind walked in the middle of the road, dressed in white from head to high heels, during a snowstorm? Clueless city girls, that's who. Sky is all that Logan has gladly left behind: stylish, cosmopolitan, and a massive pain in the butt. He wouldn’t trade a single day in his quirky little corner of the woods for all the high-maintenance beauties the city can offer.

Too bad this beauty has been deemed a health hazard and quarantined in his house. Damn his doomsday-prepper neighbors and their paranoid emergency protocols. Now  he has to keep Sky in and the pandemic squad out until the roads are clear. The question is, will that happen before or after Sky realizes she's under house arrest?
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This was so not happening. “Are you serious?” Sky choked out.
“I’m afraid so. I’ll make it up to you later, I swear. Get dressed.” Logan reached for the keys, unlocked one cuff, freed her from the headboard, and jumped off the bed. “Dark clothes. Camo if you’ve got it.”
She snorted, sitting up. “You’re joking, right? The closest I’ve gotten to camo was watching—with contempt, I might add—an episode of Duck Dynasty.”
“Black sweatpants then.”
Sure, like she had packed that for Paris. The only sweatpants she had were gold and pink. Prada, spring collection.
“Where’s the key for the cuffs?” she asked, looking around.
“I left it on the bed,” Logan shouted from the closet.
Sky patted the bedsheets but no luck. “Can’t find it.”
Logan came back carrying a big rucksack. He left it on the floor and lifted the bedcovers. No key. “Maybe it fell on the floor?”
Sky pointed at the rucksack, ominously similar to the ones she’d seen the 10K participants carry. “Don’t tell me. Bug-out bag?”
“Bug-out bag. We need to hurry. They time these drills. If we mess up their schedule, we won’t ever live it down. Get ready. I’ll search for the key.”
Where had she gone wrong? She’d had a nice, comfortable city life. Friday meant cosmopolitans, sexy clothes, and a fancy date with dinner and dancing. Hot sex if she was lucky. Now? She was in the middle of nowhere, getting ready for an evacuation drill, her mascara down her chest, her hair a mess, and her clit hurting like a bitch from not coming. No dinner. No dancing.
She heard the front door opening and a woman yelling, “Logan! Move it! Where are you?”
“My sister got tired of waiting outside.”
“Forget the key and go meet her downstairs,” Sky urged him. “Before she gets in here. Or worse, before Arnie attacks her.”
“Fuck.” Logan grabbed the bag and dashed out of the room. “We’re coming! Go back to the car. Give us a minute.”
“You got thirty seconds,” was the annoyed reply.
Sky pulled the first long-sleeved-shirt she could find over herself, hoping to cover the cuffs hanging from one wrist. It was Logan’s, so it went down to her knees. Whatever. She ran to her room and put on the pink-and-gold sweatpants and the black-and-red rubber boots. Jesus Christ, talk about hillbillying it.
She dashed downstairs. Logan was holding the front door for her. Outside, the horn on a big, black truck was blaring.
“About time,” said the driver, a gruff man dressed in camo, as they jumped in the vehicle. A woman with pixie-cut hair, also wearing camo, was riding shotgun. Megan, Logan’s sister, Sky presumed.
“If you batshit wackos would schedule your damn drills at a more reasonable hour, or let us know beforehand, this wouldn’t happen,” Logan snapped back.
“It wouldn’t be much of an emergency evacuation drill if we gave notice beforehand, would it?” the pixie lady said.




















































After a colorful array of jobs all over Europe ranging from translator to chocolatier to travel agent to sushi chef to flight dispatcher, Elle Aycart is certain of one thing and one thing only: aside from writing romances, she has abso-frigging-lutely no clue what she wants to do when she grows up. Not that it stops her from trying all sorts of crazy stuff. While she is probably now thinking of a new profession, her head never stops churning new plots for her romances. She lives currently in Barcelona, Spain, with her husband and two daughters, although who knows, in no time she could be living at the Arctic Circle in Finland, breeding reindeer.

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Watching Mine by Alex Grayson

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My name is Nathan Reines… and I’m a voyeur. Yes, I like to watch people have sex. Witnessing the desire on their faces as they writhe in pleasure makes my blood hotter than the hottest flame. There’s nothing more erotic than seeing their bodies tighten and tremble as they balance on the edge of ecstasy. It makes my dick as hard as fucking steel.
I’ve never been tempted to have a lasting relationship with a woman—why get involved when watching from the sidelines is so fucking hot? But from the first time I watched the woman in the apartment across from mine, I knew she was different. She teases me with her soft touches and gentle caresses. She tempts me with her silent moans and sexy whimpers. She excites me, and makes me want more than I ever have before.
For two years, I refused to give in to my curiosity. That is, until fate took things in her own twisted hands. Now that I know what it’s like to experience Emberleigh in the flesh, there’s no damn way I could ever go back to simply watching.

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“Hey, Nathan,” Tegan calls. I look over and find him looking behind me. “Isn’t that—” He stops midsentence, leans forward, causing Willow to lean with him, and squints. A big grin spreads across his face a second later, and his eyes flicker to me. “9B,” he finishes, then leans back in his chair.My back straightens, and I whip my head around. My eyes tighten into slits as I look through the darkness of the room.The place is packed with bodies. Some at tables, some standing around talking to others, some out on the dance floor. I look from one person to the next, seeking out the only person of interest to me.It doesn’t take long before I find her. She’s out on the dance floor, facing me, with some guy standing behind her. His hands are on her hips as she slowly sways to the music. Her blonde hair is swept up high on her head. With her eyes closed, she’s resting her head back against the guy’s chest with her arms lifted and her hands tangled in his hair.There’s about thirty feet separating us and it’s dark in the room, but I can still see the look of pleasure on her face. My dick, already at attention, grows thicker.Someone steps in my line of sight, blocking her from view, and a growl leaves my lips. I’m just about to get up and knock the fucker away, when he moves.Not bothering to tell the others I’m leaving, I get up and grab my beer to move closer. There’s a table at the edge of the dance floor that’s conveniently empty. I turn the chair around so it faces the dance floor and take a seat. There’s now only fifteen feet between us.She’s wearing a black silky halter-type dress that hugs her tits, then turns loose and flows down the rest of her body. It stops midthigh, but with her arms raised, it barely covers her cunt. I have no doubt if she were to bend over, her ass would show. Her black sandals are high, and even in the dark, they sparkle from some type of glittery shit that’s all over them.My eyes slowly rake down her body, taking in every inch of her. I’ve seen her completely bare, but never this close. Her naked body is a work of art, but seeing her this close, even clothed, is so much better.When my gaze finally tracks back up to her face, my damn dick begs to be let loose. Her eyes are now open and she’s looking straight at me. She appears surprised, which makes me wonder if she remembers me from this morning on the street.The shock is soon replaced with lust. Her tongue darts out to lick along her lips and her gaze turns hooded. My body responds to her blatant show of want. She doesn’t know me, but she still wants me from just a simple look.She slowly lowers her arms, her nails dragging over the guy’s neck, then runs them down her sides. They skim along the outside of her tits, over his hands that are still on her hips, to the tops of her thighs. Her eyes stay connected with mine the whole time, as if she knows exactly what she’s doing to me. The guy behind her pushes his hips forward, grinding into her ass. She bites her lip and presses herself back against him. When his lips land on the side of her neck, she tilts her head to the side, giving him better access.My hand tightens around my beer.Fuck me. This woman is a goddamn temptress and she knows just what to do to tempt my control.I grab my dick and try in vain to make more room in my jeans. Her eyes widen when I move my hand away. I bring my beer to my lips and take a long pull. With a smirk, I sit back in my seat and enjoy the show.



Alex Grayson is originally from the south, but has recently moved to Northern Ohio. Although she misses the warmth of Florida and often times detest the cold of Ohio, she absolutely loves living in the north. Her and her husband bought a house on two acres of land and live there with their daughter, son, one dogs, two cats, eight ducks, and three chickens. She hopes to eventually get a couple of goats to add to their country way of living. Besides her family and home, her next best passion is reading. She is often found with her nose obsessively stuck in a book, much to the frustration of her husband and daughter. On more than one occasion Alex found herself wanting a book to go a certain way, but it didn’t. With these thoughts in mind, she decided to start writing stories according to her own visions. Although this is a new endeavor for her, she hopes that readers find her concepts on romance intriguing and captivating. Alex welcomes and encourages feedback, of any kind. She can be contacted at alexgraysonauthor@gmail.com.



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Rosewood Shifter's by Roxie Ferguson (Happy Birthday Roxie)

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Rosewood is a strong wolf shifter pack. However, they have one major problem; the she-wolves produce mostly male offspring. Their solution: for generations the packs in the area offered the humans protection in exchange for brides once a year.  Bastian is the Rosewood pack Alpha and he trusts that the Goddess will bless him with a mate this year. His pack needs an Alpha with an heir and that’s what he’s been praying for.

Alley is of age this year and she knows she is to be one of the offerings. Although her father is the Mayor she is not exempt, in fact, he feels it would be an honor for her to be chosen: she’s not so sure.

When she’s paraded onto the stage something astonishing, peculiar and puzzling happens…a man in the crowd with the most amazing eyes calls to her in ways she doesn’t even understand. For the first time, Alley thinks it might not be so bad to be chosen: if only it were him that does the choosing.






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Chapter Reveal - The Rebound by Winter Renshaw

The last time I saw Nevada Kane, I was seventeen and he was loading his things into the back of his truck, about to embark on a fourteen-hour drive to the only college that offered him a full ride to play basketball.

I told him I’d wait for him. He promised to do the same.

But life happened. I broke my promise long before he ever broke his. And not because I wanted to.

We never saw each other again …


Until ten years later when Nevada unexpectedly returned to our hometown after an abrupt retirement from his professional basketball career.

Suddenly he was everywhere, always staring through me with that brooding gaze, never returning my smiles or “hellos.”

Over the years, I’d heard that he’d changed. And that despite his multi-million dollar contracts and rampant success, life hadn’t been so kind to him.

He was a widower.

And a single father.

And rumor had it, he’d spent his last ten years trying to forget me, refusing to so much as breathe my name … hating me.

But just like a rebound, he’s back.

And I have to believe everything happens for a reason.








































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Yardley Devereaux {Ten Years Ago}

He sent my letter back.
I re-read my words, imagining the way they must have made him feel.
Nevada,
I’m writing because you haven’t been taking my calls or answering my texts. I’m sure you’ve heard the rumors, so I thought you should hear it straight from me…
I’ve broken my promise.
But you should know that I never wanted to hurt you, none of this was planned, and I still love you more than anything I’ve ever loved in this world.
This is something I had to do. And I think if you’ll let me, I can explain in a way that makes sense and doesn’t completely obliterate the beauty of what we had.
Please don’t hate me, Nevada.
Please let me explain.
Please answer your phone.
I love you. So much.
Your dove,
Yardley
The paper is torn at the top, as if he was about to rip it to shreds but changed his mind, and on the back of my letter, in bold, black marker, is a message of his own.
NEVER CONTACT ME AGAIN.







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Yardley Devereaux, age 16

I don't belong here.
I realize being the new kid makes people give you a second look, but I don't think it should give them permission to stare at you like you have a second head growing out of your nose. Or a monstrous zit on your chin. Or a period stain on your pants.
At this point it’s all the same.
Not to mention, I don't think anyone can prepare you for what it feels like to eat lunch alone, like some social reject.
The smell of burnt tater tots makes my stomach churn, and the milk on my tray expires today. I'm pretty sure the “chicken patty on a bun” they gave me is nothing more than pink slime baked to a rock-hard consistency. I’m unwilling to risk chipping a tooth, so I refuse to try it.
Checking my watch for the millionth time, I calculate approximately 3 1/2 hours left until I can go home and tell my parents what an amazing first day I had. That’s what they want to hear anyway. Dad moved us here from California with the promise that we were going to be richer than sin, whatever that means. But if Missouri is such a gold mine then why doesn't the rest of the world move here? So far, Lambs Grove looks like the kind of place you'd see in some independent film about a mother trying to solve her son's murder with the help of a crooked police department, starring Jake Gyllenhaal, JK Simmons, and Frances McDormand.
Okay, I'm probably being dramatic.
But this place is pretty lame. I miss the ocean. I miss the constant sunshine and the steady stream of seventy-five degree days. I miss the swaying palm trees.
I miss my friends.
Forcing your kid to move away from the town they’ve grown up in their entire life—in the middle of their sophomore—year is cruel. I don't care how rich dad says we’re going to get, I'd have rather stayed in Del Mar, driven a rusting Honda, and paid my own way through a technical college if it had meant we didn't have to move.
And can we talk about my name for a second? Yardley. Everyone here has normal names. Alyssa. Monica. Taylor. Heather. Courtney.  If I have to spell my name for someone one more time I’m going to scream.  My mom wanted my name to be special and different because apparently she thinks I'm special and different, but naming your daughter Yardley doesn’t make her special. It just makes it so she’ll never find her name on a souvenir license plate.
I’d go by my middle name if it weren’t equally as bad, but choosing between Yardley and Dove is akin to picking your own poison.
Yardley Dove Devereaux.
My parents are cruel.
I rest my case.
I pop a cold tater tot into my mouth and force myself to chew. I'll be damned if I'm that girl sitting in third block with a stomach growling so loud it drowns out the teacher. I don't need more people staring.
Pulling my notebook from my messenger bag, I pretend to focus on homework despite the fact that it's the first day of spring semester and none of my teachers have assigned anything yet, but it’s better than sitting here staring at the block walls of the cafeteria like some loser.
Pressing my pen into the paper, I begin to write:
Monday, January 7, 2008
This day sucks.
The school sucks.
This town sucks.
These people suck.
After a minute, I toss my pen aside and exhale.
“What about me? Do I suck?” A pastel peach lunch tray plops down beside me followed by a raven-haired boy with eyes like honey and a heartbreaker’s smile. My heart flutters in my chest. He's gorgeous. And I have no idea why he's sitting next to me. “Nevada.”
“No. California. I’m from Del Mar,” I say, clearing my throat and sitting up straight.
The boy laughs through his perfectly straight nose.
I can't take my eyes off his dimpled smirk.  He can’t take his eyes off me.
“My name,” he says. “It's Nevada. Like the state. And you are?”
“New,” I say.
He laughs at me again, eyes rolling. “Obviously. What’s your name?”
My cheeks warm. Apparently, I can’t human today. “Yardley.”
“Yardley from California.” He says my name like he’s trying to memorize it as he studies me. I squirm, wanting to know what he’s thinking and why he’s gazing at me like I’m some kind of magnificent creature and not some circus sideshow new girl freak. “What brings you here?”
He pops one of my tator tots between his full lips, grinning while he chews.
Nevada doesn't look like the boys where I’m from. He doesn't sound like them either.  He isn't sun kissed with windswept surfer hair. His features are darker, more mysterious. One look at this tall drink of water and I know he’s wise beyond his years. Mischievous and charismatic but also personable.
He’s … everything.
And he’s everything I never expected to come across in a town like this.
A group of girls at the table behind us gape and gawk, whispering and nudging each other. It occurs to me then that this might be a set-up, that this beautiful boy might be talking to this awkward new girl as a dare.
“Ignore them,” he says when he follows my gaze toward the plastic cheerleader squad sitting a few feet away. “They’re just jealous.”
I lift a brow. “Of what?”
He smirks, laughing at me like I’m supposed to ‘get it.’
“What?” I ask. If this is a joke, I want to be in on it. I refuse to add butt-of-the-joke to the list of reasons why this day can go to hell.
“They’re jealous because they think I’m about to ask you out,” he says, licking his lips. Nevada hasn’t taken his eyes off me since the moment he sat down.
“Should I go inform them that they have absolutely no reason to shoot daggers our way?”
His expression fades. “Why would you say that?”
“Because …” I laugh. “You’re not about to ask me out.”
“I’m not?”
I peel my gaze off of him and glance down at my untouched lunch. “Why are you doing this?”
“Why am I doing what? Talking to you? Trying to get the courage to ask you on a date?”
I glance up, studying his golden gaze and trying to determine if he’s being completely serious right now.
“You’ve never seen me before in your life and then you just … plop down next to me and ask me on a date?” I shake my head before rising. If I have to dump my tray and hide in the bathroom until the bell rings, then so be it.
“Where are you going?”
My lips part. “I … I don’t know. I …”
Nevada reaches for me, wrapping his hand around my wrist in a silent plea for me to stay. “Do you have a boyfriend back in California? Is that what this is about?”
“What? No.” This guy is relentless.
“Then go on a date with me,” he says, rising. “Friday.”
“Why?”
His expression fades. “Why?”
The bell rings. Thank God.
“I was new once. So I get it,” he says, fighting another dimpled smirk. God, I could never get tired of looking at a face like his. “And, uh … I think you’re, like, really fucking hot.”
Biting my lower lip and trying my damnedest to keep a straight face, I decide I won’t be won over that easily. It takes a lot more than a sexy smile, some kind words, and a curious glint in his sunset eyes. If he truly wants me … if this isn’t a joke and he honestly thinks I’m “really fucking hot,” he’s going to have to prove it.
“Bye, Nevada,” I say, gathering my things and disappearing into a crowd of students veering toward two giant trash cans.
I don’t wait for him to respond and I don’t turn around, but I feel him watching me—if that’s even possible. There’s this electric energy pulsing through me from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. I’m not sure if it’s excitement or anticipation or the promise of hope … but I can’t deny that it’s real and it’s there.
Making my way to the second floor of Lambs Grove High, I find my English Lit classroom and settle into a seat in the back.
For the tiniest sliver of a second, I imagine the two of us together. We’re laughing and happy and so in love that it physically hurts—the kind of thing I’ve never had with anyone else.
The tardy bell rings and a few more students shuffle in. My teacher takes roll call before beginning his lecture, but I don’t hear any of it.
I can’t stop thinking about that beautiful boy.



























Wall Street Journal and #1 Amazon bestselling author Winter Renshaw is a bona fide daydream believer. She lives somewhere in the middle of the USA and can rarely be seen without her trusty Mead notebook and ultra portable laptop. When she’s not writing, she’s living the American dream with her husband, three kids, and the laziest puggle this side of the Mississippi.
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Release Day Blitz - Cruise by Drew Elyse

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Once a Disciple, forever a Disciple.

After giving up eighteen months of his life for his club,
the Disciples' president is finally tasting freedom again.
Stone knows there's only one thing that might ever be as sweet,
but she's too young, too perfect, too untouchable for a man like him.

A Disciple will fight like a savage to protect what matters.

Evie's life is pretty much blowing up in her face
until Stone finds her broken down on the side of the road.
Now if only she could get him to stop being the martyr
and give them a shot at what she knows they both want.

It's high time this biker got the chance to let go and just cruise.





Stone


Pulling open the car door, I watched her lie in the back seat without stirring for a minute debating what to do. I could try waking her, or just see if I was able to get her into bed without her stirring. The second option was the smart one.
“Evie.”
She shifted around but didn’t wake.
“Sweetheart, you gotta wake up.”
The sleepy groan that time had my cock responding even more than it did to the dress she had on, and that dress with the way she was laying showed off nearly the whole length of her legs in a way that was fucking testing me.
Going for broke, I leaned into the truck, reaching out to brush her hair back. It was soft, so fucking soft just like I imagined all of her would be. She leaned into my touch, but even then, her eyes stayed closed.
Maybe there was some kind of higher power keeping me from making a mess of my life.
Slipping my arms beneath her legs and back, I hoisted her up. She’d never have been heavy, but after eighteen months of working out to pass the hours, I was in better shape than I had been since I left the Marines. Even getting her out of the car door was easy now.
When I had her out and the door kicked closed, I adjusted her so she was leaning on my chest, her head on my shoulder. My sweet Evie snuggled right in, face nuzzling into my neck.
I got about halfway up the stairs when the movement finally made her stir.
“Wha—”
“Sh. You’re all right, sweetheart. Gonna get you to bed.”
“Yours,” she murmured.
“What?”
“Your bed. You’re cozy.” She nuzzled farther in like she was trying to burrow into me.
“Not sure that’s a good idea.”
Her head came out of my neck, and her hazy eyes settled on me. “It is. I know it.”
“Evie,” I started to argue, but she scrunched her face.
“No. I thought I should leave you alone, but Ember said she had to keep at Jager. She said sometimes you have to be willing to fight for what you want.” Her words slurred a bit, but there was a deeper clarity to them that shocked me. “I’m small, and I’m not that strong, but I’m used to having to fight for what I want. I left my home to get it. I can fight. You’ll see.”
It came out like a threat, but some part of me that was already screwed wanted it to be a promise.
Her face relaxed, having made her point, but that fucking nose of hers twitched.
Fuck, but that got me every time.
“Okay, bunny. My bed.”
“Okay.”
So I did just that, taking her to my bed and laying her in it. She was already out again by the time I did. Without waking her, I stripped off her shoes. Her purse was nowhere to be seen. Hopefully, it was just on the floor of Daz’s truck. If not, the crew at Candy Shop were all people Daz trusted, so they’d probably just stash it somewhere for safe keeping.
With that done, I got in beside her. I shouldn’t have, really fucking should not have for the sake of my own sanity, but I couldn’t resist wrapping my arms around her and pulling her into my side. Even in sleep, she came willingly, wrapping an arm around my middle and a leg over one of mine.
I laid there for a long time thinking that I’d imagined that exact scenario a hundred times lying in my shitty cell bed. Sure, in my head I’d fucked her to exhaustion rather than her getting drunk off her ass, but it wasn’t just the sex I’d thought about. I’d pictured this. The stillness, the quiet. My bed in the place I called home and a beautiful woman next to me.
Fuck, that imagining went back before I even knew Evie.
It went back to when I was younger than her, a rifleman a few months into my time with the Marines. My corporal decided we needed a few words before we shipped out for the first time.
“Every man that goes to war has to keep a picture in his mind. Something other than the blood and the gore. You don’t have that, you aren’t gonna make it through. That’s the brass tacks. Being a Marine means we do what we do for our country, for freedom. I’d never diminish that. But when you’re in the thick of it, when shells are falling, men are dying, and you feel like you haven’t had a real night’s sleep in a year, that ain’t always goin’ to cut it. Some of you will be leaving behind a woman that’s got your heart. Some of you might have kids. You got all the motivation you need right there. Those that don’t, I suggest you find something to hold onto. Something you’ve got, something you want, doesn’t matter. It just has to be something you can hold onto when you got nothing else.”
I had no idea what I could keep in my head that’d see me through. I wasn’t leaving behind anything. Mom had already passed. My dad was a fucking scumbag that ran out on her. I had no family. I didn’t even have the club yet. But something about what he’d said about the guys that had a woman, a family, already having what they needed, stuck.
So when that time came, when the shit I was seeing in service to my country threatened to overwhelm me, the image I clung onto was a simple one. I imagined laying my head down at night in a real bed, away from all the shit we were mired in, living my life on my terms, and a soft, warm woman that had it all from me at my side.
When I left the Marines, I didn’t let go of that image for a long time. Even when I found the club, when I took my place in it, I held onto that. It was only after years that it started to fade.
Until I met Evie.
Until they closed me in that cell and I was back in a place where I knew I needed to hold onto something to keep it together.
Only then, unlike when I was younger, it wasn’t a vague, faceless woman. It was her. And that image was all the sweeter for it.
Right then, experiencing a part of that—even if it was one night and I’d never get it again—I felt content in a way I never had unless I was on my Harley with the wind in my face.
I felt fucking free.
And I knew, no matter what I’d told myself, that there was no way I was letting go. From right then, in the dark, while she slept peacefully, Evie was mine.
















Drew Elyse spends her days trying to convince the world that she is, in fact, a Disney Princess, and her nights writing tear-jerking and smutty romance novels. Her debut novel, Dissonance, released in August of 2014.

When she isn’t writing, she can usually be found over-analyzing every line of a book, binge watching a series on Netflix, doing strange vocal warm ups before singing a variety of music styles, or screaming at the TV during a Chicago Blackhawks game.

A graduate of Loyola University Chicago with a BA in English, she still lives in Chicago, IL where she was born and raised with her boyfriend and her prima donna pet rabbit, Lola.
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Amali Rose Surprise Cover Reveal

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Cassidy Jensen has known true love.
With a wild heart and a fierce spirit, she lives life passionately; determined to embrace all it has to offer.
After a crushing loss she fights to regain her sense of self, attempting to rediscover the happiness that she knows can exist. However, one bad experience after another has Cassidy questioning whether lightning can strike twice.
Enter Mason Alexander. He is everything she doesn't want. Guarded, aloof and a workaholic; the only emotion he ignites in her is frustration.
When Mason and Cassidy are thrown together and forced to work with each other, they must learn to navigate their new relationship. Along the way proving that sometimes what you want, isn't always what you need.






Skye Emery believes in true love.
A romantic idealist, she believes wholeheartedly that everyone will get their happy ending. Everyone except her, that is.
After drowning in the devastation left behind by a cheating father, keeping men at arm's length and finding solace in a dirty book and a pint of ice cream is a safer option. However, in the aftermath of a night that ends with a cheap wine buzz and the afterglow of a solo orgasm, Skye decides to dip her toes into the world of online dating.
Enter Ben Mackinnon, the sexy reformed manwhore with a complicated past of his own and a killer online presence Skye just can't ignore.
Ben overwhelms her with his perfect mix of sweet sincerity and dirty talking dominance. He pursues Skye with a determination she didn't know she craved and when they stumble upon a childhood memory that connects them, Skye's walls begin to tumble down.
Skye wants to believe that all men aren't carbon copies her father, but when Ben's past resurfaces she's torn between running to protect her heart, or fighting for the only relationship she has ever invested in.
 


Amali Rose is a self-confessed bookworm whose love affair with the written word began as a child, with The Magic Faraway Tree. As she grew older, her tastes evolved until one day she found her way into the wonderful indie community and discovered her passion for romance with a side of smut.

When not reading or writing, Amali enjoys baking, yoga, cheesy pop music, Netflix marathons and she believes strongly that pink, puppies and chocolate make the world a better place!




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Glitz, Glitter & Fame of Hollywood.

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Thirteen short stories about the Glitz, Glitter & Fame of Hollywood.





Only in Hollywood by Sheri LynnBillie Jo’s parents surprised her with a dream vacation during college break, a summer in Hollywood with her cousin.  Being mistaken as Cruz Noble’s hired stress relief wasn’t in her job description when she accepted the part-time assistant job at the studio her cousin works for.  Their first introduction was a horribly awkward misconception on his part, but Cruz not only wants to make it right, he wants Billie Jo.  With zero interest in movie stars and their larger than life existence, can Hollywood’s biggest star get the girl in real life?
Under the Lights with Mr. Nobody by Nicki Rae Only alcohol can keep mega movie star Noel Vega warm at night. Until she meets him. A no-name man who makes her body tingle. Within a few days she grows just as addicted to him as she is the alcohol. But what happens when a star who’s used to getting everything she wants can’t control her new addiction?
Choosing Lance by Michelle IannarelliA bet, mail, a secret and sex...will Lance give up everything and choose Aidan?
Heart Strings by Elizabeth YorkA chance meeting would lead to a friendship songwriters could write about. Dean and Hallie were completely in rhythm until they took things too far. Would Dean's song be for her in the end?
Love Struck by Renee Lee Fisher Not a tabloid romance.Dreams of Hollywood…Cassidy Shoemaker wanted to become actress Vivian Layne, and did.Aiden Vaughn wanted to become Niles Stone and did not.By chance their paths crossed, and instantly both hearts connected. Thankfully the tabloids were unaware of those moments.Is their new found love real, or scripted?
Fabulously Tanked by Piper MaloneWhen movie starlet Poppy Hendricks is snapped by the paparazzi chasing Tank, her adorably wild puppy, through Central Park West in her pajamas, the gossip columns cannot get enough of the drama.As the newest addition to the cast of the highly anticipated screen adaptation of the hottest romance novel since, well, you know when, Poppy knows her reputation is on the line.On the eve of relocating for the movie shoot, Tank has another very public, highly embarrassing social gaffe and the entertainment world explodes with speculation.To get the gossip rags off her back, Poppy enlists the help of Taylor Mickelson, a local farmer and dog trainer to help her tame Tank’s raucous antics.Can Taylor refine Tank’s wild behavior and save Poppy from the trash talk, or will he create his own media frenzy when he’s caught off-set with the movie star?
The Wrong Time by Sidonia Rose
High Note by Jen LuerssenLove, like music, is full of highs and lows. Jack is one of the most beloved country stars in the world. Sal is a rock pop goddess at the top of her career. Sal is heartbroken over a recent divorce and Jack’s divorce just seems like a long time coming. They’ve flirted with each other before and it was harmless fun. Now that they are both free, the flirting is definitely heating up and no longer harmless. Sal tries to be the voice of reason but Jack is funny, mischievous, smart, kind, hot, and did we mention hot? The competition heats up for their singing contestants on the number one rated competition show High Note. Jack and Sal are competitive by nature and as Jack fights for Sal’s heart, she fights to protect it. Jack and his magic hands bring Sal to the edge of ecstasy and her concerns melt away. Will their love crumble under the pressures of their failed marriages and celebrity life—or will they end on a high note?Love, like music, is full of highs and lows.
Deuxieme Chance by Jaime RussellFirst Loves are often a one time thing when it’s been broken.
Second chances with your first love are few and far between.
Lucille “Lucy” Westen had a dream to dance on Broadway and small town living wasn’t going to stop her from pursuing it. Travis Willows had a dream of marriage, and kids with Lucy but that didn’t include the big city. When Lucy suffers an injury and Travis is by her side, will they finally be able to say those three words to each other and find a way to have both of their dreams?
Will an ex-love stop them from being together?

Tune Up by Julie BailesOne. So minute, yet powerful.It all ended with one mistaken night, and one huge fight.Two shattered hearts, and five years apart.I never wanted to see him, again.  Yet here I am, staring into his hypnotizing, ice blue eyes and melting at his touch as if no time passed. Jameson Steele is country music’s hottest bad boy. I’m a small-town kindergarten teacher. He’s an all-American party animal. I’m an introverted book nerd.I can’t be with him.I won’t live without her.He can’t have me.She’s mine.One touch.One kiss.One night.One hell of a tune up.
We all Fall Down by A.L. Wood Wren Styx had her life mapped out. The well mannered boy from down the street became her high school sweetheart to college Romeo and now her husband. Until she’s abandoned at the alter. Enter Phoenix Ray, Hollywood’s residential bad-boy to swoop in and save the day.
Tethered by Abigail Lee JusticeI can give her glitz, and glamour, every comfort, even make her famous. But my gifts come with a price. She must become my willing submissive.Mine to do with as I please, make her shiver or scream. But in the end she still holds all the power, binding me with one final word...No.
Just an Act by Breigh Forstner
Tori Skye is America's sweetheart, and the hottest actress in Hollywood.
When she meets up and coming rocker Jeff Styles backstage at a concert, their worlds are turned upside down.Falling hard in love in such a short time can have it's consequences, and Jeff is learning that if he loves Tori, then the press and the rest of the world comes with her.Tori, concerned that the paparazzi and Hollywood life is too much for Jeff to handle, she makes a decision that will forever change them. Can Hollywood and rock n' roll mix? Or will their relationship crash and burn in less time then it took for them to fall in love?


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