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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>Jeannie Daly-Gunter, MA</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><b>Title</b>: THE LOVE MAP: REIGNITE, RECONNECT AND REPAIR YOUR RELATIONSHIP</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><b>Author</b>: Jeannie Daly-Gunter</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><b>Publisher</b>: Phoenix Rising Press</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><b>Pages</b>: 232</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">If you aren’t growing together in your relationship, you are likely growing apart. <i>The Love Map: Reignite, Reconnect and Repair Your Relationship</i>,
gives couples a blueprint to help navigate the inevitable ups and downs
of love. This book is a practical guide, an engaging story, and a
workbook. Unlike many of the psychological relationship books on the
market today, The Love Map is a compelling ‘teaching story’. This story
follows the marriage of the main characters, Taylor and Jaymie, as they
work through an ongoing conflict that has been weighing them down for a
year. Sophia, Taylor and Jaymie’s marriage counselor, guides the couple
through ten sessions of relationship lessons, that ultimately supports
the couple in working through their conflict. Along the way, the reader
is encouraged to do the relationship exercises at the end of each
chapter as “home play” along with Taylor and Jaymie. This comprehensive
‘self-help story’ is endearing, motivating and practical all at once.
In addition, there are links to workbook pages and videos to support
couples in integrating the lessons in the book. <i>The Love Map</i>
has been recommended by therapists and those in the personal growth
industry as a powerful resource for couples wanting to deepen their
connection and create a more conscious and meaningful relationship.</span></div>
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waited until they were settled on the couch before she continued. “During our
first session, I like to take some time for us to get to know each other. I
know this is a big deal for you to reach out for support, and I’m honored that
you have chosen to work with me. Did you watch the intro videos, and do you
have any questions for me before we dive in?” </span></div>
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smiled. “That’s a fair question. Based on my experience, I recommend starting
with ten sessions. That gives us a chance to create a really strong foundation
of understanding and essentials for helping you communicate better, learn how
to deal with conflicts over time, and experience what it’s like to work through
some issues. Some couples need more sessions than that to start with, and it’s
something we can check in around along the way. You can also stop at any time
if you feel like this isn’t for you. Some couples prefer to meet in a
long-weekend intensive and some couples like to pace this out over time.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">“That
makes sense,” said Jaymie, wanting to get off to a smoother start. “I like
having homework between sessions, so doing this over time makes sense to me.
You know, I would love just a bit more clarity on the differences between
coaching and therapy, just so we know what to expect.” </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">“Sure,”
said Sophia. “I know we talked a bit about this on the phone, but basically I
combine a lot of approaches based on what you need. In a nutshell, coaching
looks more toward what you want to create in the future, while counseling or
therapy excavates some of the underlying emotional undercurrents of your
present conflicts. Although a lot of couples get stuck in conflict, I think
it’s equally important to keep putting proactive energy into our relationships.
There is a saying I heard once that, ‘If you’re not growing, you’re dying.’ I
believe that is really true in love. I’d say that most couples let their
relationship flat-line at some point. They’re too busy or too stressed out
dealing with work and family to tend to their love. I like to think of my work
as a ‘jump-start’ to help couples reinvigorate their love again.” </span></div>
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like that,” said Jaymie. “I think you’re right, sometimes we do get too busy
with other things we think are more important than our relationship. That’s
weird isn’t it?”</span></div>
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said Sophia, “I see it all the time. There are three main reasons couples come
to see me. They need to repair a conflict or betrayal, they feel emotionally
disconnected and they are growing apart, or they want to breathe love back into
their relationships. Successful couples are always doing ongoing work to
repair, reconnect, and reignite their love. </span></div>
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this introduction, Taylor and Jaymie took turns explaining their perspectives
on their main conflict and how they had been arguing about the same thing for a
year. </span><span style="font-family: "times new roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Taylor</span><span style="font-family: "times new roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"> began to warm
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sighed, “Yeah, we just aren’t getting anywhere with resolving this and it’s
turned into a yelling match at times.”</span></div>
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<strong>What Comes After</strong><br />
<strong>Melissa Toppen</strong><br />
Publication date: August 9th 2019<br />
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance<br />
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Life is full of many things.<br />
Love.<br />
Loss.<br />
Heartbreak.<br />
Laughter.<br />
No matter how small, each moment has value.<br />
Then there are the big moments.<br />
The moments that define us.<br />
And the people who shape our very existence.<br />
Abel Collins is that person for me.<br />
From the very first time our eyes locked, I knew there was something about him. That he was the person that would change everything.<br />
And he did.<br />
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His past is his prison.<br />
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His grief defines him.<br />
And now it’s up to me to set him free.<br />
To make him see that life isn’t just about what we’ve lost but what we still stand to gain.<br />
Because it’s not about what came before, but <i>what comes after</i>.</blockquote>
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Melissa Toppen is a Bestselling Author specializing in New Adult and Contemporary Romance. She is a lover of books and enjoys nothing more than losing herself in a good novel. She has a soft spot for Romance and focuses her writing in that direction; writing what she loves to read. <br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Chloe Liese </span></strong><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Publication date: August 12th 2019</span><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">One blazing relational bond formed by two fiery lovers. And a new element just joined the formula.</span></strong><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Chemistry calls it covalence. Shakespeare named it the “marriage of true minds.” Historically speaking, Nairne never liked the impractical notion of marriage, and Zed never thought he’d live to see the day when tying the knot was even an option. After a decade of entanglement in the mafia, Zed’s now free to play the game he loves and love the woman who owns his heart.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Problem is, the spitfire’s been a loner her whole life. Independent, self-reliant, and driven. And she wants nothing to do with marriage, since statistically it fails more than it succeeds, which to her scientific mind is the universally acknowledged definition of an experimental bust. But the elemental pull toward matrimony between the sexy scientist and her dark and handsome soccer star is stronger than Nairne anticipates. Can she risk her heart for her perfect match, even if it’s a gamble rather than a sure bet?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In the game of life,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The drive back to London from Edinburgh was a seven hour straight shot down the M6. We could have flown, paid someone to drive the Ferrari back. But making a road trip of it felt fun, and delightfully ordinary to me. The lowlands in winter were stunning—fog on the moor, and frost turning the grass into fields of spired icicles. Then the Lake District, with its rolling hills and water formations. Once you approached Manchester and farther inland, the scenery of course become industrial, but Zed loved it nonetheless. We drove the day, eating crisps and sweets and listening to music of every genre.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Until the quotidian bubble of obscurity and normality popped. We pulled up to a beautiful Georgian terraced home glowing in the light of a winter sunset. I’d only seen the façade in digital photos, and in person it looked even more classic and frightfully expensive. As I stared at our home out the window, I tried to hide my ethical war with its opulence.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Right after we stole away to Prestonpans and I’d told him about the baby, Zed asked if we could buy a place and make it ours. No strings, no pushing me to forever, but somewhere we could live as long as I wanted to live with him, where we could be a family. I preferred to blame my acceptance on hormones and gratitude that Zed hadn’t died from being attacked. But perhaps I was just growing up and moving past my fear of letting down my walls of independence. I hadn’t promised him forever, but he also hadn’t asked for it, either.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Which was a relief. Because while I knew everyone who looked at us was only waiting for the engagement announcement, I was still reeling from falling for Zed in the first place. From the insanity of our dynamic in Boston to the violence that plagued us when we reunited in London. Now I was five months along to a world class footballer, and moving into our exorbitant Georgian townhome, when all I’d planned for in life was to be a contented cat lady spinster who slept under the desk in her lab and vanquished diseases.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I stared up at the house, located in the posh historic London neighborhood of Bloomsbury. The place had to have cost him millions, the thought of which made my stomach sour with the kind of nausea that rivaled my morning sickness. I’d felt similarly the first time he showed me pictures of the place while we had been in Scotland.</span><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Nairne.” He sighed, head falling back on the pillows in my bed. “We need somewhere to live. You go to school there, I work there. That’s how much it costs.”</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I swallowed the objections that clawed at my throat when he pulled up photos of the property’s interior in the throes of construction. It looked atrociously involved, and that meant atrociously expensive. “I know that, Zed, but aren’t there more reasonable neighborhoods we could live in?”</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Massaging his brow, Zed turned to face me. “Why are you so uncomfortable with me spending the money I’ve earned?”</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I stared at him, at a loss for words.</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Nairne, you deserve to live in a home that’s easy to move around in, that’s comfortable and safe, that’s close to your schooling and my work. Don’t you believe that?”</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I nodded.</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Zed smiled and, as always, it felt like the sun slipping out from behind a cloud, warming my soul. “Then let me give it to you, because I can. Because I want us to have a good life.” He leaned in, softly kissing the corners of my mouth, the tip of my nose, my cupid’s bow. “We deserve that.”</span></em><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Zed watched me with a guarded expression as he let himself out of the Ferrari, and it broke me from my thoughts. Hands on my belly, I replayed what I’d been telling myself as I gave the situation a good, long think—this was about our child’s life, opportunities, and wellbeing. And if this home was a little expensive, it kept us safe and allowed us to be together as a family. Who was I to demean that? The baby did what felt like a summersault and I laughed to myself.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“You agree then?” I asked.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Zed had come around to my side to open the passenger door, and ducked his head in. “Sorry, I missed that.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I was just thinking aloud, and the baby did some acrobatics. I took it to mean he or she agrees.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Zed frowned and focused on my lips. “Agrees on what? That their dad is a vile cog in the capitalist machine making London even more prohibitively expensive and elite?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I sighed and scratched my nails against his scruff. “No. I’ve come around to the idea.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Zed smiled. Then he swept me up and carried me to the door, reminiscent of the bride and groom at the threshold. The door was a shiny black lacquer with fresh brass fixtures. White brick, new, dark-paned windows twinkling like cheery stars against the evening sky. It looked like a home. Our home.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Chloe’s always been a sucker for a suspenseful steamy romance, ever since she managed to find the one saucy mystery series hiding in her high school’s prim little library. Nothing drives her crazier than a story that cranks up the heat, then closes the door on the reader’s face, so don’t read her books if you don’t want to know what actually happens when the lights fade to black… </span><br />
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<strong>The Tracker </strong><br />
<strong>Leslie Georgeson</strong><br />
(The Dregs, #1)<br />
Publication date: February 16th 2018<br />
Genres: Adult, Romance, Suspense<br />
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I’m a trained killer. An expert tracker.<br />
I’ve done despicable things. My soul is damaged. My body impaired. That’s what happens when you are a soldier for The Company. I was discharged a year ago. Now I am a dreg. Worthless. With a bounty on my head. I’ve become a creature of the night, hiding in an underground maze during the day. Because I’m not ready to die yet.<br />
She comes to me one night, needing my help to find her sister. The moment I see her, I want her. Her goodness calls to me, makes me yearn for the impossible. She brings life back to the deadness inside me. I’m no good for her. I will do nothing but corrupt her. But I’m a callous bastard. I can’t resist her.<br />
I try not to care for her, but somehow she slips under my skin. She makes me weak. And there is only one thing in this world I am afraid of. Weakness.<br />
I’ll never be good enough for her, so I have to finish this job and send her on her way.<br />
Before she destroys me.</blockquote>
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“Where are we? Why am I here? My head’s a little fuzzy.”<br />
Gordon nodded. “It’s the drugs they gave you. You’ll get used to it eventually. Before long, you won’t even remember your own name. They’ll give you a new one, depending on your skills. That is, if you survive long enough to learn some skills.”<br />
Liam’s heart pounded harder. That didn’t make sense. The last thing he remembered was…he searched hard for a memory of some kind, but only came up blank. He couldn’t remember anything except his name, and that had barely come to him. He clung to that memory, not wanting to forget his name.<br />
<em>Liam. My name’s Liam. Don’t forget it. Don’t forget. </em><br />
<em>My name is Liam. Liam. </em><br />
<em>I’m Liam. </em><br />
<em>Liam who? </em><br />
No last name came forward. No middle name. Just Liam.<br />
It would have to be good enough.<br />
Liam. <em> </em><br />
<em>How old am I</em>?<br />
He glanced down at himself. Faded jeans. Black hoodie. Converse sneakers. Wiry build. Not as old as Gordon.<br />
He stared blankly at the big, redheaded kid.<br />
<em>How old am I?</em><br />
<em>Twelve. </em><br />
He glanced back down at himself.<br />
<em>Yeah. I’m twelve. I think. </em><br />
Panic gripped him again. He couldn’t be sure. What was going on? Why couldn’t he remember anything?<br />
Gordon’s words finally sank home: <em>It’s the drugs they gave you.</em><br />
Liam’s heart rate kicked up even more, galloping in place like a tethered thoroughbred. Drugs? Who were <em>they</em>? What had they done to him? He shouldn’t be here. He should be home with…who? His family? Did he even have a family?<br />
His head hurt, a fierce pounding that made him want to scream in agony. He clutched his head in his hands and groaned softly. “Why am I here? Why? I don’t understand.”<br />
Gordon shrugged. “Why are any of us here? Because we’re expendable. I just hope you last longer than my last roommate did.”<br />
Liam snapped his head up, the headache screeching to a sudden halt. “What happened to your last roommate?”<br />
Gordon eyed him with a seriousness that made Liam flinch. “He didn’t survive the first round of tests.”<br />
Tests? What tests? What was this guy talking about?<br />
“This is freaking me out.” Liam jumped up from the bed. He paced across the cell to the bars. Staring out into the corridor, he shouted, “Help! Let me out of here! There’s been a mistake!”<br />
A big hand gripped his shoulder. “Won’t do you any good, Liam. You can scream and cry until you’re hoarse. They won’t free you. You’re not a human being anymore. You’re a test subject. A lab rat.”<br />
Liam spun his head around, his gaze locking on Gordon’s. “What do you mean? Who are <em>they</em>?”<br />
Gordon sighed. “<em>They</em> are The Company. They own us now. From this point forward, you just need to concentrate on staying alive, because you can’t run, and you can’t hide. You’ll never escape.”<br />
He gave Liam a sympathetic pat on the back and turned away.<br />
“Welcome to hell, roomie.”<br />
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Leslie Georgeson is the author of the popular military romantic suspense series, THE DREGS, the first of which was nominated for the 2018 TopShelf Indie Book Awards. She is also the author of the standalone mystery/drama NO SON OF MINE, the UNLIKELY HEROES romantic suspense series, and the paranormal/sci-fi romance series UNDERNEATH. <br />
Leslie lives with her husband and daughter on a quiet country acreage in Idaho. She is currently working on The Enforcer, the final book in The Dregs series, and anticipates an October 1, 2019 release. <br />
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Publication date: September 26th 2019<br />
Genres: Adult, Romance, Suspense<br />
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From multi-award-winning romantic suspense author Amanda McKinney comes the first book in the steamy, edge-of-your-seat, three-part series, Steele Shadows Security…<br />
<strong><em>Hidden deep in the remote mountains of Berry Springs is a private security firm where some go to escape, and others find exactly what they’ve been looking for.</em></strong><br />
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Publication date: August 22nd 2019<br />
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance<br />
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<span id="freeText5267519220482616630"><b>Sometimes you take the shot, and sometimes the shot takes you.</b></span><br />
As the manager of Montreal’s most infamous dive bar, Monroe—and it’s <i>just</i> Monroe, thank you very much—is used to serving up her signature pearls of wisdom alongside an array of shots, pints, and pitchers. In fact, she thrives on it. Taverne Toulouse is a mighty ship, and she its fearless captain, trusted by patrons and bar staff alike to steer them through choppy waters.<br />
If only she’d been given a little warning before a full-on tsunami swept in next door.<br />
Julien Valois’ wining and dining empire is making waves. The next item on his agenda is opening a trendy lounge right next to Monroe’s beloved Taverne Toulouse—one that’s meant to run the dive bar out of business so he can buy up that property too.<br />
His plans did not include falling for a five-foot-nothing brunette with an impressive vocabulary and an even more impressive ability to manhandle drunk frat boys twice her size.<br />
They’re rivals in every sense of the word, but when Monroe and Julien are in a room together, the battle lines fade away. Their defences lower, their hearts get louder than their heads, and the burn between them goes down like just the right shot—intense, intoxicating, and able to sweep their priorities away with a single taste.<br />
Until reality decides to slap up a big ‘For Sale’ sign and force them remember those priorities all too clearly.<br />
<i>The Bar Next Door is part of the Barflies trilogy, a series of standalone romantic comedies that follow the ups and downs of the staff at a Montreal dive bar.</i></blockquote>
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<strong>Petie McCarty </strong><br />
Publication date: May 19th 2019<br />
Genres: Adult, Romance, Suspense<br />
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Plenty of action-adventure in this romantic-suspense tale. Photographer Kayli Heddon is given the biggest assignment of her career—a photo essay on the Everglades Restoration—and a special airboat safari is arranged, so Kayli can get her pictures. What she doesn’t count on is being stranded alone in the Everglades with her handsome and unpredictable airboat guide. Kayli is forced to learn some tough lessons. Trust means everything in the dangerous River of Grass, and a skilled partner makes all the difference in your survival.<br />
Skye Landers takes the airboat safari gig as a favor to his cousin who is called out of town. Skye doesn’t expect the governor’s photographer to catch his eye, but Kayli Heddon is unlike any woman he has ever met. He knows he should keep his distance, but common sense flies out the window whenever she gets near.<br />
Unfortunately, Kayli thinks honesty is the most important thing in a relationship—any relationship—and Skye Landers is a fraud. When secrets surface from his past, Kayli and Skye are soon on the run from more than just alligators.</blockquote>
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Skye muttered a soft curse and bent to pick up her watch. The clasp had broken and come apart.<br />
“I can fix it,” he said, looking chagrined. He reached over and set the watch on the closest bench. “I’m sorry I grabbed your wrist.”<br />
Kayli grinned. “I’m not.”<br />
His apologetic expression changed to surprise and then darkened. His arm snaked out around her waist and pulled her tight against his chest. He stared into her eyes—no intensity now, like the other times when he held her close. Only questions clouded the green eyes, questions she wanted so badly to answer.<br />
He cupped her cheek and rubbed his thumb across the corner of her mouth. Her emotions felt like a coiled spring, wound so tight if he let her go she would fly apart in all directions. She didn’t want him to let her go. Ever.<br />
The first chime from the cell phone startled them both so bad they jumped.<br />
Kayli gave him a wry smile. “It’s yours. I didn’t think we’d get a signal way out here so mine is still turned off.”<br />
The second chime had him reaching for his phone, though he never took his eyes off her. “It might be Gray.”<br />
Skye checked the screen. “It’s my cousin.” He flipped the phone open. “Jimmy. What’s up?”<br />
Skye’s smile vanished like a distant star winking out in the night. “<em>What?</em>” he roared. A full second elapsed. “When?”<br />
“What is it?”<br />
He held up a hand to silence her. “I’m gonna kill him.”<br />
She drew back. Skye’s voice sounded deadly. His hand clenched the cell phone so tight she feared he would crush it.<br />
“What are you going to do?”<br />
His cousin kept talking, and Skye’s expression grew pained.<br />
A faint whine grew audible in the distance. “They’re here. I have to go.”<br />
He shoved the phone in a pocket, grabbed Kayli’s hand, and sprinted for the airboat. Leaping over palmettos and tree roots and dodging half-buried cypress knees, they raced for their boat as the whine in the distance grew louder. Kayli recognized the whine as a second airboat. She couldn’t stop running if she wanted to, Skye had a death grip on her hand.<br />
“Tell me what’s wrong,” she shouted, “and why are we running?”<br />
Twenty more yards, and they reached the airboat. The approaching craft sounded closer by the second.<br />
He dropped her hand to grab the bow line. “Get in the boat,” he ordered.<br />
She stopped dead. “No.”<br />
He whipped around with a fearsome glare.<br />
“Not until you tell me why we’re running.”<br />
This was so unlike the man she’d come to know over the last two days at close quarters. He looked . . . well, scared.<br />
“Crane Tennapin is on his way here with drug runners to make a pick up.”<br />
She felt the blood drain from her face. “Who is Crane Tennapin?”<br />
“Another cousin, now let’s go.” He pushed on the bow of the airboat. “I’ve got to get you out of here. I’ll leave you at Sally’s.”<br />
“I’m staying with you.”<br />
“You can’t. I have to come back to help Crane.”<br />
The whine grew louder and closer.<br />
She froze. “You’re coming back to help a drug dealer?”<br />
“Hell no!” he roared and softened his voice when she flinched. “Crane’s in over his head. He got mixed up with the Colombians before he knew about the drugs. Now they’re threatening to turn him in if he doesn’t help them with this drop.”<br />
He motioned her over and held out a hand. “Come on, come on.”<br />
“What if you don’t get back in time?” She couldn’t believe she wasn’t scrambling into the airboat.<br />
He had her by the shoulders in two steps and stared hard in her eyes. “I can’t let anything happen to you.”<br />
The emotion in his voice wrapped around her heart like long tentacles, and she couldn’t pull free. She didn’t want to.<br />
Her arms flew around his neck, and Skye crushed her to his chest, his mouth hard against hers. A flood of emotion rifled through her unlike anything she’d ever felt in her life. She wanted to fold her soul into his and never let him go. She had wanted this <em>can’t-let-you-go</em> kiss from the moment she laid eyes on Skye. She wanted the kiss to last forever.<br />
Precious seconds were squandered. The airboat whine grew louder, and his head jerked up.<br />
“Damn.”<br />
“There’s no time to get me out.”<br />
No way would she leave him, not with drug runners coming. She might never see him again.<br />
He pulled back and gazed into her eyes. “You have to trust me.”<br />
She nodded. “What’re you going to do?”<br />
“Sink the airboat.”<br />
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<strong>Melanie Munton</strong><br />
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Traveler. Reader. Beach-goer. St. Louis Cardinals fan. Pasta-obsessed. North Carolina resident. Sarcastic. Bit of a nerd.<br />
Author of the Cruz Brothers, Possession and Politics, and Timid Souls series, Melanie loves all things romance, comedies and suspense in particular because it’s boring to only stick to one sub-genre! From light-hearted comedies to sexy thrillers, she likes to mix it up, but loves her some strong alpha males and sassy heroines.<br />
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Publication date: August 21st 2019<br />
Genres: Adult, Romance, Suspense<br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Attorney Amee sets aside her own needs to juggle the broken pieces of her life and family until mechanic Ben repairs her heart. </span></em><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Divorce attorney Amee Benton—who has an ex of her own—is pretty sure she’s a #MomFail. Showing up late on a Friday night to retrieve her car from the shop and finding the pink frosted cupcakes she forgot to leave at her daughter’s ballet camp confirms it.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When mechanic, Ben Mathis, confesses to stealing one of the confections and asks who is taking care of Amee, she knows he’s a unicorn—a magical, beautiful beast who surely only exists in fantasies. And she tells him just that. With an f bomb for good measure.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Amee has three things Ben finds irresistible in a woman—brains, a family, and a serious potty mouth. At a chance run-in at Ben’s own personal hell, AKA the mall, he summons the courage to ask her out. Though Amee is leery of dating a younger man, and Ben is more than aware of their social gap, the two take a chance.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Duggan’s was a not-too-hip, not-too-chic coffee shop downtown. It had its own parking lot and outdoor seating with canvas umbrellas for overly sunny days.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ben—I didn’t know his last name—was sitting at a table for two toward the edge of the terrace. His long-sleeved army green Henley was pushed up to the elbows and his casual sprawled posture opposed the nerves brewing in my belly. He stood when he saw me, those damn dimples pressing into his cheeks with his smile.</span><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Time to face the unicorn.</span></em><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He side-stepped around the table and pulled out the wicker chair for me. The earthy scent from Friday night returned, this time without the motor oil.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Hey.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The grittiness of his voice made me swallow hard, and I sat in the chair. He reached up to adjust the angle of the umbrella to protect us from the sun. What promised to be the perfectly formed V of his lower abdomen peeked out from between a black elastic waistband under his jeans and the green shirt.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>Unicorn cupcake eating man candy. Shit.</em> I was in over my head. He was <em>way</em> out of my league. My workouts consisted of me taking the stairs and vacuuming with headphones on. I hadn’t even been on a date since Pete and I had divorced. I shouldn’t have been allowed to play ball.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">New plan<em>—</em>Excuse my behavior from Friday night, tell him I was not ready for any kind of relationship, go home and take a long, long shower thinking about his stomach.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Sorry I’m late,” I said as he took his seat.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I assumed you would be.” He scooted in, and before he could say anything else, the waiter came over. I ordered a fluffy complicated sugary mess of caffeine and Ben asked for just a water.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“You don’t drink coffee?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Nope.” He crossed his arms. “So, let’s hear it, Amee Benton.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Hear what?” There was no way in hell I would tell him why I’d called him a unicorn. <em>A fucking unicorn.</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Your list.” His blue gaze challenged me from the opposite side of the table, then he blinked.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“What list? I don’t have a list.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Yes, you do. You have a list of why you’re not going to give me your phone number and agree to see me again.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I sank a little into my chair before puffing out my chest, mulling over my next move.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Maybe you should tell me <em>your</em> list.” Every muscle on my cheeks wanted to smile but years of questioning witnesses had polished my game face. I shaped parallel lines with my forearms on the black wire tabletop.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Which one do you want me to tell you about?” he asked with a casual grin.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>Stupid dimples.</em> His dimples were dumb. Dumb like puppies.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“How many are there?” I raised my eyebrows.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Many. Many. So many lists…” Leaning in, he licked his lips. He lightly traced a semi-circle on the top of my hand. “Grocery lists, home repairs, back to school…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The breath from the base of my lungs rose up my chest and escaped slowly through the ‘O’ I’d formed with my mouth. I hadn’t been touched like that in ages and mundane tasks had never sounded better. <em>Christ.</em> I was practically panting.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">His recoil startled me and he cleared his throat. The waiter set down our drinks, breaking the beautiful tension.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Creamy froth parted as I blew into the mug before taking a cautious sip. Without the haze of his touch, I regrouped. I placed my coffee on the table and he drank from his water bottle.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Why?” I asked.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Why what?” He screwed the cap on and set the bottle on the table.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I’d studied body language. I knew liars and I knew nervousness. His open legs and arms were neither. He was confident, honest. Real.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Why me?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A small airy chuckle accompanied a shake of his head and his blond hair brushed against his shoulders.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Why <em>not</em> you, Amee Benton?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Questioning soon-to-be-ex-spouses was much more satisfying. They weren’t allowed to answer questions with questions.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“What’s your last name?” I squinted.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Mathis. And because I like you.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I sipped my coffee.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He propped his elbows on his knees and searched my eyes. “And you’re kinda beautiful. Beauty and a dirty mouth are a weakness of mine.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Like cupcakes?” I fought the smile, but when his dimples appeared, I lost the battle.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Just like cupcakes.” He shifted in his seat and pulled his phone from his back pocket. Quick tapping from his thumbs hit the screen before he slid it to me.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“May I please have your phone number?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>Yes.</em> He could. <em>Shit.</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I picked up the phone. Under the heading New Contact, there was one word. Cupcake. I giggled, like a school girl in a candy shop. <em>Pitiful.</em> I typed in my number, hit new message and sent myself a text.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Satisfied, I grinned and handed the phone back to him. Instead of reviewing my handiwork, he set it face-down on the table.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“You’re not going to check? Make sure it’s the real number?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Nope.” He popped the ‘p’.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My toes twitched in my flats. The remainder of my coffee and foam clung to the edges of my cup and trailed down to the empty bottom.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Are you free Friday night?” Ben asked with a rasp.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Coffee had been one thing. <em>Safe.</em> The sun was shining. Friday night would be a date. <em>Risky. Dark.</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“What did you have in mind?” I asked. The man had other lists. Lists hidden in his dimples and heavenly touch.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“A movie. Popcorn.” He lifted a shoulder.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">One small step for Ben Mathis and a giant leap for Amee Benton. <em>Crap.</em> A firetruck and its sirens raced by on Third Avenue and the intrusive sound gave me a minute to think. <em>This is what I’d wanted when I’d divorced Pete, right? </em>A chance for something deeper before I shriveled up and had as many cats as Shae had dolls.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But then Pete had gotten drunk and killed another human being. He’d pleaded guilty to a lesser charge and had been taken away to a correctional facility within months, locking away my bright future behind bars with him. Instead of free weekends to build a new life, I had one hundred percent parenting duties twenty-four-seven, not to mention my career.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But Ben’s touch had answered a faded call—a call to be selfish, a call to be human.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Can I meet you there? I’m not sure the girls are ready for their mom to be on a date.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I’ll text you.” He flipped over the check and dug into his front pocket.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">With the money and check secured under my used coffee cup, Ben walked me to my car. When we arrived at the driver’s side door, I turned around to face him. He pushed his arm into the window and crowded my space.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I gotta admit that I’m a little disappointed.” He was close. <em>So</em> close. And the hair on the back of my neck stiffened with the scratch in his voice.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I could have kissed him. I could have absolutely kissed him. Right there. Broad daylight. Sunday morning. Did. Not. Care.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I summoned any courage I had and asked, “Why’s that?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Soft stubble caressed my cheek as he leaned into my ear. His warm breath brushed my neck as he whispered with his ridiculous rasp, “I was looking forward to your dirty mouth.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My expression must have been his desired response, because when he stepped back and freed the heat between us, his grin stretched from ear to ear.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“See ya Friday, Cupcake.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He swaggered away and climbed into a beat-up truck.</span><br />
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<strong>The Cave</strong><br />
<strong>Amanda McKinney </strong><br />
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Publication date: August 1st 2019<br />
Genres: Adult, Romance, Suspense<br />
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<b><i>After getting trapped in a remote cave, two strangers must work together to survive while being hunted by a ruthless killer…</i> </b><br />
Life is full of surprises, rescue swimmer Owen Grayson knows that better than anyone, especially when he’s forced to take an indefinite military leave and return home to pick up the pieces of his dad’s latest mistake. As Owen struggles to settle back into his roots, he is called to a remote cave where he discovers the mysterious death of his uncle wasn’t an accident at all. As the clues begin to unravel, it becomes apparent that the cave is hiding secrets worth killing for… and everyone on site has a target on their back.<br />
Coming off a bad break up and an even worse few days, Forensic Anthropologist Dr. Sadie Hart is brought in to excavate human remains found deep in the treacherous mountains of Berry Springs, in a cave rumored to be haunted, nonetheless. When her team stumbles upon a dead body before they even reach the cave, Sadie quickly realizes this is going to be no ordinary job—especially when she meets a particularly bull-headed Adonis who claims to be related to the victim.<br />
A storm hits, trapping Sadie and Owen inside the cave with nothing but a flashlight and a small backpack with provisions… and someone who wants them dead. As the odds stack up against them, Sadie begins to fear she and Owen will become the next pile of bones found deep in the catacombs of Crypts Cavern…<br />
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SHE WAS BEAUTIFUL. Alluring, magical. A commanding force who had a way of reminding you how little and vulnerable human life really was. How she could chew you up and spit you out without so much as a happy ending. She was powerful, relentless, unforgiving, and tonight, she was in one hell of a mood.<br />
Owen knew her well. He loved her, respected her, and had found a home with her even though she’d take everything from him in a moment’s notice, then build him back up, only to destroy him again. She was addictive, an adrenaline rush second only to jumping out of a MH-60 Jayhawk at a hundred feet, then getting pelted with a 120-knot rotor blast. He’d seen the bodies she’d devoured in her wake, watched the friends and families cry. But the truth was, he’d be nothing without her. She’d made him into the man he was today. For better or worse.<br />
She was a bitch of a mistress, and Owen’s gut told him they were in for a helluva fight tonight.<br />
Owen buckled the waist belt, giving it a quick tug before moving onto the chest straps. The helicopter dipped, dropped, then slowly lifted again causing him to glance up at the pilot, Lieutenant Potts, who was laser focused on the controls glowing through the dark night. A flash of lightning streaked the sky in the distance, sparkling off the rain-streaked windshield. Up ahead, the lights of a capsized sailboat—the only light in the black, swirling water—swaying back and forth on its side, at the mercy of her angry waves.<br />
Yeah, she was in one hell of a mood tonight.<br />
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Amanda McKinney is the bestselling and multi-award-winning author of more than ten romantic suspense and mystery novels. She wrote her debut novel, LETHAL LEGACY, in 2017 after walking away from her career to become a writer and stay-at-home mom. Set in small, southern towns, Amanda's books are page-turning murder mysteries packed with steamy romance.<br />
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<strong>Chloe Kent</strong><br />
Published by: Blushing Books Publications<br />
Publication date: July 25th 2019<br />
Genres: Adult, Reverse Harem, Romance<br />
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<strong>She was promised to the mysterious mountain men in order to have their baby. Now they’re ready to collect their reward.</strong><br />
Twenty-one-year-old Soraya has lived almost her whole life under the shadow of being promised to the mysterious men in the mountain – a deal struck in return for saving her father’s life. Now the time to present herself at their door has arrived.<br />
For Soraya, this means going from the sheltered, friendless, cruel and unloving care of her grandmother to an equally daunting and strange situation in the eerie mansion hidden deep in the dark mountain. There are rumored to be hideous monsters gracing the dilapidated castle-like house, but nothing prepares Soraya for when she meets the three men determined to extract their repayment in full.<br />
For the sake of her father, she’ll pay the debt, then she’ll start living the life she was meant to live…<br />
…until their bold, immodest examinations and hot intimate discipline leave her quivering and questioning everything.<br />
Shrouded in the darkness is a devastating secret that will leave her entirely undone.<br />
Publisher’s Note: This steamy, contemporary reverse harem romance contains elements of mystery, ménage, and power exchange.</blockquote>
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Okay, seriously, they were being big babies about it. They stopped itching the instant it was rinsed off their bodies, couldn’t they just say nice one and leave her alone? But no, of course that was not how it worked. She had to be obedient. Still. Silent. Invisible. Because she wasn’t their first preference. She wasn’t their preference at all.<br />
They weren’t wasting any time. Logan took his place behind her now. “Lean down, hands on the desk at all times. Move them and you’ll be sorrier,” he told her then flipped her skirt up to her waist and because she was standing so far from the desk, the bundled-up fabric rested in the curve of her lower back. He then pulled her panties down to expose her backside and her cheeks flamed in embarrassment.<br />
She thought about something snarky to say but every thought fled the instant Logan brought that riding crop down across her buttocks. He didn’t even give her a breather before he delivered the second which burned right through to her soul.<br />
“You will receive twelve strikes,” he issued and struck her again. Oh God. The third was too much. She sprang up and put her hands behind her to protect her flaming ass. “Hands back down and don’t do anything that stupid again,” Logan said softly but the threat was so clear in his voice she did two things. She obeyed and felt her pussy pulse between her legs. “For that you will have the uncomfortable task of wearing a butt plug for a whole week,” Logan said further.<br />
What? A butt plug? How deranged were they? Wait, there were plugs for one’s butt?<br />
“I’ll get one tomorrow,” Noah offered. She didn’t need to look behind her to know Logan nodded his approval. “And if you continue to be rowdy during your punishment, my brothers and I will have no problem of immediately finding anything in this house that may suffice as a butt plug. Understood?”<br />
She couldn’t. She just couldn’t anymore. But she nodded as he continued to whip red stripes into her flesh. The entire scope of her feelings running through her, left her disorientated. She was scared, and utterly angry, in searing deafening pain and wholly aroused.<br />
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Chloe Kent has been hooked on romance since her teens and couldn't wait to grow up and write her own romance novels. Her spirited heroines usually require at least two... sometimes more incredibly hot heroes to keep her happy and that's exactly how Chloe writes them. <br />
Her favorite pastimes include her husband, her dog, and books. Her biggest fear is running out of coffee or her imagination.<br />
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<strong>Out to Find Freedom</strong><br />
<strong>Lila Rose </strong><br />
Publication date: July 30th 2019<br />
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance<br />
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Death and pain.<br />
They surround me. Hold me hostage, refusing to let go.<br />
But I want to survive. Want to fight. I just don’t know if I have it in me.<br />
Maybe dying would be better.<br />
It’s the break in the shadows that gives me hope.<br />
When I look at him, all I can see is light.<br />
So now I’m out to find freedom.<br />
Private investigator Ryan Warden doesn’t know he’s moved next door to people he would put behind bars in an instant. Nor does he realise a sleepless night could lead him on the right track with the case he’s working on.<br />
He certainly doesn’t expect Emerson Spence.<br />
What he does know is he has to stay away from her. She’s been beaten and broken. She deserves to live freely while learning and experiencing things in life like any young woman should.<br />
He’s too old for her. It’s better to stay away.</blockquote>
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Lila was born in Brisbane Australia, her step-dad was in the Army which caused them to move around a lot. They finally settled in country Victoria, Australia. Being the youngest of four children she admits she was spoilt a bit. Even drove her mum crazy when she refused to eat meat at a young age.<br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Nicole Snow </span></strong><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Publication date: July 30th 2019</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance</span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Dashing. Jacked. Bad tempered. My new boss, everybody.<br />
Now what’s the cure for smitten?</span></b><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Pinch me. I can’t believe I’m working under <i>him.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Dr. Gray Caldwell. Hottest, swooniest, stormiest bachelor ever.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Insanely tall. Unfair perfection. Intimidating abs and X-ray glares.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Doc puts the animal back in veterinarian.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My dream job should be all puppies and kittens.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Turns out, my new boss hates three things:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">1. Small town drama. Baby, we’ve got tons.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">2. Pets in distress – and he’s their hero every time.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">3. Anybody poking around his past. Like me. <i>Oh, crud.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But how could I resist the best mystery in Heart’s Edge?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I wish I had. Unraveling Gray is a dangerous game.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">One wrong move could end our little town.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Plus this gorgeous, complicated grump plays for keeps.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I barely recognize the man he becomes vowing to protect me.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A beastly shield who sets every rule on fire.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Then one stolen, five alarm kiss sends my whole world spinning.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hello, trouble. Farewell, sanity.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What if it’s not the good doctor who claims me – but the <i>bad</i>one?</span><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">From Wall Street Journal bestselling author Nicole Snow – two hearts on the line and a whole town’s fate. A badass vet slays his demons, saves pets, and makes the firefly he swore he’d never chase his. Full length romance novel with a Happily Ever After worth the purrs and wagging tails.</span></i></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Whatever’s in that box is going to hurt itself if we don’t move. It’s flapping around frantically. So much the box is about to bounce right off the chair.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I glance at Doc worriedly. He’s standing there rigid, breathing hard, but finally he nods and joins me, striding toward the chair. I clasp the box and hold it still, and he gingerly lifts the lid off, both of us leaning back slightly just in case something comes blasting out.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Something <em>tries</em>.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The poor hummingbird inside flops on it’s one good wing, desperately trying to fly. It takes all of three seconds to see the reason why. Its the other wing, hanging at an odd angle, immobile. The bone looks clearly broken close to the main joint.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>Poor thing! </em>I nearly whimper with hurt sympathy, reaching in instantly to clasp its body in my hand, spreading my fingers around the broken wing while gently pinning the other wing to its jewel-toned, glittering side so it can’t thrash around and hurt itself more. It stops fighting immediately but opens its long, narrow beak in the saddest little squeaky sound <em>ever</em> as I cradle it in my hands.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Gray!” I murmur pleadingly, not even thinking about the intimate use of his name.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He lets out a rough sigh, raking a hand back through his dark hair, then nods tightly, rising to his feet.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I want to know what’s happening, want to know why that woman is making veiled threats toward both of us, and how she knows Peters or what Peters might’ve told Doc about her. But this poor little feathered jewel’s life comes first.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He tosses his head toward the back and, cradling the crying hummingbird gingerly, I follow him as quick as I can. This bird’s life is in his capable hands now.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And honestly? So is my heart.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Because every time I look at him over the table as we gently bind and splint the bird’s wing, when our eyes meet, it happens. My pulse races. My breath catches.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My whole freaking world pops a screw loose and comes undone.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I remember him saying that he’ll protect me. Just as much as he’ll protect every small, precious thing that winds up in his care.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I’m not sure what’s racing faster – my mind or my heart.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Nicole Snow is a Wall Street Journal and USA Today bestselling author. She found her love of writing by hashing out love scenes on lunch breaks and plotting her great escape from boardrooms. Her work roared onto the indie romance scene in 2014 with her Grizzlies MC series.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Since then Snow aims for the very best in growly, heart-of-gold alpha heroes, unbelievable suspense, and swoon storms aplenty. With over a million books sold, she lives for the joy of making two people fight with every bit of their soul for a Happily Ever After.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Current fan favorites include her Enguard Protectors series, accidental love novels, plus long beloved MC romance thrillers like the Grizzlies and Deadly Pistols.</span><br />
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<strong>Anything Between Us </strong><br />
<strong>Sarah Fine </strong><br />
(Starving Artists, #3; Standalone Story)<br />
Publication date: July 31st 2019<br />
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance<br />
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<strong>Bestselling author Sarah Fine presents a powerful standalone romance sure to thrill new adult readers everywhere.</strong><br />
<em><strong>What if falling in love is the biggest risk of all?</strong></em><br />
Sasha decided a long time ago that she would only allow herself a single night each year to go out and be wild. The rest of her time is spent at her pottery wheel or taking care of her father, who has early-onset Alzheimer’s. She has plenty of reasons to avoid anything more than this: one guy, one night, and no names exchanged. But this year, the long and lean stranger she chooses turns out to be more than she bargained for. He makes her feel alive—when it doesn’t seem safe to feel that way at all.<br />
Discharged from the army after a traumatic deployment, Nate returns to his hometown riddled with guilt and unable to envision a future. Everything starts to change during a night out with friends, when a beautiful stranger offers him a no-strings-attached encounter against the wall in the back room of the bar. He knows the deal, but when they run into each other again at the local artists’ co-op where his older brother works, he can’t help but crave more. She makes him feel alive—but he’s still trying to decide if he wants to live at all.<br />
She’s not willing. He’s not ready. But with an unrelenting attraction that weakens their resolve with every passing minute, Sasha and Nate embark on a friendship. One that makes them both stronger. One that makes them wonder if the future might be brighter than either of them ever imagined—until a devastating turn forces them to decide: Is risking everything for love is worth the pain of losing it long before they’re ready?<br />
<em><strong>**WARNING: This is a new adult novel and contains material which is sexual in nature. Content may not be suitable for readers under the age of 18.**</strong></em></blockquote>
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<strong>CHAPTER ONE</strong><br />
<em>Nate</em><br />
I know alcohol is inadvisable after getting new ink, but tonight I’m not in a rule-following mood. As I walk into the bar and look around for my buddies, I feel Sam’s initials on my arm; the sharp, hot reminder they’re meant to be. <em>SLP. Never forget. </em><br />
He should be here. And I probably shouldn’t.<br />
I’m fifteen minutes late, but Brent and Aidan aren’t here yet. It kind of pisses me off—I drove all the way out here to Grand Rapids to meet up with them, nearly an hour from the lakeshore town where we all grew up. They both moved here while I was gone.<br />
It’s approaching midnight and the place is already starting to empty out, so I snag a seat at the bar—facing the door—and raise a finger to get the bartender’s attention. He smirks as he saunters over. “Got some ID on you?”<br />
He doesn’t look that much older than I am, maybe late twenties, but his cheeks are pocked with acne scars and he’s already balding on top. I slide my ID from my wallet and hand it over. His expression smooths out like I knew it would. “Thank you for your service,” he says as he hands it back to me. “First one’s on me.”<br />
I thank him and order a beer, wondering if coming out tonight was a mistake. I don’t exactly feel public-facing. But I haven’t seen Brent or Aidan since before this last deployment, the last one I’ll ever have, as it turns out, and I figured reconnecting with them would be another way to slide into civilian life. That’s what the adjustment counselor at the VA said, anyway. He issued the advice like a prescription, right after he asked me if I had access to firearms. He seemed relieved when I said no, which was the truth.<br />
I didn’t mention that I got my ten-day handgun purchase permit eight days ago.<br />
The bartender hands over a pint, and I down half of it in one long swallow. “Looks like you needed that pretty badly,” he comments.<br />
“You have no idea,” I mutter, glancing at the door and wishing my friends would arrive. My body jitters with a restless energy that I need to drown before it ignites. I’d check my phone, but Jen’s message from earlier is right there, waiting like a buried IED. And I can’t answer her yet. I just can’t.<br />
I down the rest of the pint and raise my head. That’s when I see <em>her</em>. Black hair, dark eyes, and a green dress over some very dangerous curves. She’s at the other end of the bar, nursing brown liquor in a rocks glass, rolling that thing between her palms as if the heat from her skin could change its shape.<br />
When she sees me watching her, she arches one eyebrow and raises her glass.<br />
My heart picks up a hungry, urgent rhythm as I silently toast with my empty glass. She looks like she’s alone there, just her and that drink, but she’s made up like she wasn’t planning to be. And there’s something deep and sad in those eyes, despite the playful smile she’s aiming at me. Did her date bail on her? Maybe she’d like some company?<br />
I’m considering offering her mine when a heavy hand claps me so hard on the back that I nearly face-plant on the bar. My muscles go rigid with the unexpected blow, but the familiar voice booming in my ear keeps me from reflexively throwing a punch. “Back on the home front,” says Brent, grinning as I turn to him. “Great to see you, man.”<br />
Aidan stands next to him, and they make a funny pair. Brent is built like a bear and is a few inches taller than me—he has to be about six-five—with shaggy hair and a beard to match. Aidan is lean like me, only about five inches shorter than I am.<br />
“How long have you been back?” Aidan asks.<br />
I glance over at the woman in the green dress, but she’s lost interest in me and is deep in conversation with the bartender. “Back from deployment for about six weeks, but I’ve only been home since last Wednesday.”<br />
“And already sporting a new tat?” Brent gestures at my arm as he settles on the stool next to mine.<br />
I move my hand to my lap, tilting my arm so that the bandage is concealed. “Just a small one.”<br />
“Want to show it off?” Aidan asks as he takes the seat on my other side. “I remember when you got that one.” He tilts his head toward the tribal pattern that encircles my right biceps, a souvenir from one wild night with my older brother right before I deployed for the first time. “You kept flexing like a total idiot, trying to show it off.”<br />
I suck a breath through my teeth. “This one’s still raw.” In so many ways. “I’ll show you once it heals.” Which it never will. “I need another drink,” I add, glaring at the bartender’s back.<br />
“Hey! Buddy!” Brent’s voice fills up the whole place, despite the loud music. The sound turns a few heads, including the bartender’s. “Can we have a round here?” Brent’s meaty hand swirls around us, drawing invisible boundaries.<br />
The bartender holds up a finger, signaling for us to wait as he finishes his conversation with the woman in green. Brent rolls his eyes. “He’s too busy trying to get laid, apparently,” he says, eyeing her. “Not that I blame him. I kinda wish I’d spotted her first.”<br />
For some stupid reason, I don’t want Brent looking at her. “How’s <em>Anna</em>?” I ask.<br />
The smile drops from his face. “She told me she’s thinking of buying another wedding dress.”<br />
Aidan snorts. “And she has two already.”<br />
With a groan, Brent says, “She’s turned into one of those bridezillas. I never thought she’d be like that. She always seemed so <em>normal</em>.”<br />
I laugh. “Serves you right for settling down.”<br />
Aidan clears his throat. “I guess I’m in for it, too, then.”<br />
I whip around. “Seriously?”<br />
“He popped the question a few weeks ago, and Lizzy actually said yes,” Brent tells me, sounding incredulous. “No accounting for taste.”<br />
“You guys are killing me. I’m gone for a few years, and suddenly you’re old men?”<br />
“She graduated from Calvin in May and was deciding whether to take a job here or in Lansing.” Aidan shrugs. “I figured this would seal the deal. Seemed as good a time as any.”<br />
“You’re twenty-three,” I say in a flat voice.<br />
“Twenty-four,” he replies. “I’m six months older than you are.”<br />
“You’re both insane,” I say. I’ve known them since elementary school, but now they seem like strangers to me. From another planet. Except maybe I’m the alien.<br />
Brent bumps me with his shoulder. “If <em>we’re</em> crazy, it looks like your brother might need to be committed soon, too. Have you met his girlfriend yet?”<br />
I shake my head. “Daniel’s a player. He never lets anyone hang on for too long.” Even as I say it, I’m thinking this time might be different. My parents are both nuts over this girl, and Daniel … I’ve only hung out with him once since I got back, but he could barely wipe the woozy, shit-eating grin off his face when he talked about her. “Maybe he’ll come to his senses.”<br />
“Still bitter about Carrie, huh?” Aidan says this cautiously, like he knows he’s on dangerous ground.<br />
“Please.” It’s been nearly two years since she got bored of having a boyfriend in the military—the letters slowed, and Facetiming was hit or miss. Fourteen months since Aidan broke the news—he’d seen her and Cameron Bakker making out in the balcony of the movie theater on Main, like they didn’t give a shit who saw them. And almost exactly a year since I confronted her about it and broke up with her—while I was home on leave and about to <em>deploy</em>, for fuck’s sake. “She did me a favor.”<br />
I believe that, but I haven’t been with anyone since we split. My eyes slide over to the woman in green again, and my stomach tightens. She’s staring at me again.<br />
The bartender comes over and asks what Brent and Aidan want. Brent laughs when Aidan gets carded. I order another pint, and the bartender smiles. “This one’s on the lady,” he says as he serves it up.<br />
I go still, blocking the impulse to look at her again. “Which lady would that be?” I sound like I’ve been punched in the gut, all breathless and stupid.<br />
The bartender gives me a look. One that says I’m fooling no one. “Maybe you should go thank her.” His gaze cuts in the direction of the woman in green, but he’s blocking my view of her. He leans forward, getting in my space a little. “But if you do, I expect you to mind your manners, okay?” There’s a warning in his gaze, like she’s no stranger to him.<br />
Brent slaps my back again. “Nate was raised right. Not an impolite bone in his body. Or maybe just the one, but only if she asks <em>really</em> nicely. Right?”<br />
I jam my elbow into his flank, which is softer than it used to be. His grunt provides a brief moment of satisfaction.<br />
Aidan pokes me from the other side. “Are you going to talk to her?” His lips are barely moving, but his wiry frame is tense with excitement. “She keeps looking over here!”<br />
“Dude,” I snap. “Try not to wet yourself.” I take a few gulps of my beer. I need to feel that loose warmth unfurling in my bloodstream before I do anything. I don’t trust myself right now.<br />
Jen’s last message is burning a hole right through my phone screen. I can almost feel the searing heat of guilt against my thigh. <em>You owe this to him. </em>Five words that gutted me.<br />
“Fuck,” I whisper, and then I tilt my head back for another few swallows. I need something. I need <em>this</em>. Anything to push away the thoughts clamoring against the walls of my skull.<br />
“That stuff’s a little weak for liquid courage,” Brent comments, signaling the bartender again. “And you look like you could use some.”<br />
A shot appears in front of me, and I throw it back without asking what it is. Tequila, it turns out. When a second one appears, courtesy of Aidan this time, I down it just as quickly. Now the heat is in my veins, tingling and buzzing. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and get to my feet while Brent and Aidan snicker. I ignore their jokes at my expense because I’m too busy plotting my course over to the woman in green, who is still rolling her palms over that glass, slow and deliberate.<br />
I make it to her side, wedging myself in behind a tangle of sorority girls probably just back in town for the fall semester. I push down thoughts of how stupid I feel by reminding myself—she bought me the beer. Women don’t do that unless they’re interested, right?<br />
“Hi,” I say. “Thanks for the drink.”<br />
She looks up at me, so I get to see her face up close for the first time. Her eyes are so dark that they’re almost black, like her hair, and so big I almost get lost. “You look even younger up close,” she says, amusement lacing a voice that pings a chord somewhere south of my navel.<br />
“Past the age of consent, at least,” I say, wishing I were wittier, but I guess Daniel got all of that particular genetic gift and pretty much left me with nothing.<br />
“Are you on leave?” she asks.<br />
“What? How—did he tell you that?” I jerk my head toward the bartender, who is now laughing with Aidan and Brent, hopefully not about how badly I’m flailing.<br />
Without breaking eye contact, she reaches up and slides her palm along the back of my head, sending a hard shiver right down my spine and into my groin. “High and tight. Got it buzzed right before you left post, by the feel of it.”<br />
I don’t breathe again until she lowers her hand, and I barely manage to resist the urge to ask her to touch me again. “Are you from a military family or something?”<br />
“Or something.”<br />
Her voice is doing things to me. It’s like honey, sweet and substantial. “What’s your name?” I ask.<br />
“That’s not an interesting question.”<br />
“Okay.” I draw it out, because what the fuck? “You’re here alone?”<br />
“That one’s both obvious <em>and</em> uninteresting.”<br />
“Did you <em>want</em> me to come over here and talk to you?” I ask, unable to keep the irritation out of my voice.<br />
She doesn’t look put off by it. In fact, her eyes are glittering with a hot kind of mischief. “Now <em>that</em> … That is a more interesting question. And a complicated one.” She looks me over, catching her lush bottom lip between white teeth. All my blood rushes south. “Or maybe not,” she murmurs, so quietly that I almost miss it.<br />
At a loss, I glance at her almost-empty glass. “Can I buy you a—”<br />
“Not necessary,” she says, sliding off her stool and nodding at the bartender. He nods back. I try to translate whatever’s passing between them, but I’ve slammed four drinks in the space of about twenty minutes. Though I’m not a lightweight, I haven’t eaten since lunch, and my head is buzzing. I’d try to straighten myself out, but this disconnect between my brain and body is actually a relief. And when she takes my hand, I don’t even ask where we’re going or why. I let her guide me down a back hallway and into a room marked “Employees Only.” It turns out to be a storage room, cases of beer stacked five feet high.<br />
She swings the door shut, leaving us with the glow of one bare lightbulb hanging overhead. I’m about to make a joke about her bringing me in here to murder me when her hands slide up my abs to my chest, scattering my thoughts like autumn leaves on a windy day. She pushes on me, backing me up. My shoulder blades meet the wall. Her eyes are on mine, and in them I see so many things, none of which I understand. But I feel her hands on me. Her fingertips slide under the neck of my shirt, and suddenly I’m all sensation, addicted and needing more. I grab her hips and pull her body to mine. There’s no finesse in what I’m doing. No technique or gentleness.<br />
She seems to like that just fine. She pulls my face to hers and then her mouth is on mine and I’m completely gone. My hand slides down to her ass as my tongue thrusts, and her moan nearly makes me crazy. Her breasts are mashed against my chest. She’s got her hand up under my shirt, stroking up my back, feeding my frenzy.<br />
How far does she want this to go? She doesn’t even know my name. She doesn’t know anything about me. Except that I want her, which is undeniable after her hand slips over the front of my jeans. I groan and catch her fingers, pressing them where I want, not nearly close enough. This feels insane, like it’s not really happening, but now she’s unbuttoning my jeans and dipping her hand inside. I gasp against her mouth, and I can feel her smile as she squeezes me.<br />
“I-do you-I—” I’m stammering even as my fingers curl under the hem of her short, tight dress, inching it up. I should stop now. I should stop. But her thighs are so fucking smooth and—I pull back from our kiss and look down at her as the realization hits. “You’re not—”<br />
“Wearing panties?” She smiles at me sweetly. In the dim light, she looks triumphant, but her eyes are shining. I want to ask her why she looks like that, but she’s stroking me up and down like she owns me.<br />
Right now, that’s pretty much true.<br />
“You can walk away,” she says, reaching into the low neckline of her dress. As I stare, she pulls out a little square, foil package. She taps it against my chest. “Up to you.”<br />
My gaze flits from it to her face to her breasts, barely contained in that dress. I’ve never done this before, not like this. We’re in a dirty storeroom and I don’t even know her name. It’s not how I was raised to act. Not how I was raised to treat women.<br />
But <em>this</em> woman … She seems to want it. And she came here, to this bar, on this night, to get it. So many questions spill into my thoughts, tumbling over each other, but the only one that actually escapes my mouth is:<br />
“Why me?”<br />
“Does it matter to you?” She stands on her tiptoes and kisses me, slow and deep, kindling the fire inside me. She pulls her hand from my pants and puts it over mine, guiding it between her legs. She whimpers when my fingers meet slick, hot flesh.<br />
I curse and spin us around, so she’s the one with her back to the wall and I’m looming over her, caging her body with my arms. Maybe trying to scare her a little, though I’m not sure why. But she’s right there, unafraid, giving me a knowing smile, those black eyes deep and fathomless.<br />
“<em>Does</em> it?” she asks again. She’s still holding that condom against my chest. An invitation. A question. A challenge.<br />
I push her against the wall and give her my answer.<br />
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She is also the co-author (with Walter Jury) of two YA sci-fi thrillers published by Putnam/Penguin: Scan and its sequel Burn. Her bestselling adult urban fantasy romance series, Servants of Fate, includes Marked, Claimed, and Fated, and was published by 47North in 2015, and her second adult UF series —Reliquary (and its sequels Splinter and Mosaic) was published 2016. When she’s not writing, she’s psychologizing. Sometimes she does both at the same time. The results are unpredictable.<br />
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<strong>Good Guy </strong><br /><strong>Kate Meader </strong><br />(Rookie Rebels #1)<br />Publication date: July 30th 2019<br />Genres: Adult, Romance, Sports<br />
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Hockey-stick-up-his-butt-serious Levi Hunt might despise Jordan for reasons she can’t fathom—okay, it’s to do with kissing—but her future in the cutthroat world of sports reporting hangs on delivering the goods on the league’s hottest, grumpiest rookie. So what if he’s not interested in having his life plated up for public consumption. Too bad. Jordan will have to play dirty to get her scoop and even dirtier to get her man. Only in winning the story, she might just lose her heart . . .</div>
<strong>In this standalone romance set in the </strong><a href="https://www.katemeader.com/chicago-rebels"><strong><em>Chicago Rebels</em></strong></a><strong> world, a new generation of players take to the ice and learn that all’s fair in love and hockey.</strong></blockquote>
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“Was this night worth your time? Don’t you have a boyfriend who’d like to see you once in a while? Or a life that doesn’t revolve around work?” They stepped into the elevator and he slapped at the lobby level button. <em>Stab. Slap.</em> He was angry and he didn’t know why. He hated not knowing something.<br />
“This <em>is</em> my life, Hunt.” She giggled, the sound going straight to his dick where it proceeded to tease, caress, and kiss the traitor wide awake. “God, playing video games with you guys is gold. And then when your pal showed up proving you’re not such a cold-hearted, friendless Terminator type after all and that you might have a personality underneath that hard-ass demeanor? Icing on the cupcake.”<br />
He opened the door to his building, ushered her out, and tried not to enjoy her bobbing pony-tail.<br />
“So is it true?” she threw out over her shoulder.<br />
“Is what true?”<br />
“The Disney ice cream cake thing?”<br />
“Where are you parked?”<br />
“Around the corner. You don’t have to—”<br />
But he was already eating the ground with every stride like it had offended his honor.<br />
“Levi, what is your problem?”<br />
“Nothing. Just making sure you get in your car and leave.” He was pissed and horny and only now realizing that he had no idea what Jordan’s car looked like.<br />
“Here I am.” She stood by a Honda Civic, two cars back.<br />
Retracing his steps, he tried to get his emotions under control which should not have been a problem. Emotion-wrangling was his bag. Controlling the narrative was his forte. At least, he’d thought so until he met Jordan again.<br />
“I don’t have a boyfriend.” She pushed her key into the lock.<br />
“Say again?”<br />
“You seem to be under the impression that I had someone I could be spending time with tonight instead of enjoying Erik’s weird winking and odes to herring, or Theo’s conspiracy theories as to why Chicagoland has so many mattress stores, or your curmudgeonly ways with hints of Tin Man.” She hummed<em> If I only Had a Heart</em> from The Wizard of Oz.<br />
He passed over the Tin Man reference, probably because he was inexplicably relieved at the implication of her other statement. “Don’t have an opinion on your dating practices. Just something Kershaw mentioned.”<br />
“And you believed him?”<br />
“I didn’t <em>not</em> believe him. Strange thing to make up.” Especially with the graphic detail of naked photos. If she wasn’t seeing someone, then what was all that about?<br />
She opened the door a couple of inches but still stood there. Pertly perking. “You know, the sooner you cooperate the sooner I’ll be out of your hair.”<br />
“I’m doing everything management has ordered.”<br />
“Under sufferance.”<br />
“What you see is all you’re getting.” He was done here. Done with her teasing scent and dick-springing laugh. Done with trying to negotiate a truce between his hands and his cock. Just. Done. “Safe home now.” He turned to walk back, but didn’t get far.<br />
“Coward.”<br />
He pivoted. “What?”<br />
“You’ve never liked me for some stupid, God-knows-what reason and now you can’t be man enough to sit still for a few questions.”<br />
He ignored the last part which was half—okay, <em>all</em>—true, and focused on the first part. “I’ve liked you fine.”<br />
She took a step toward him, then another until she was right in his space. She looked up at him, her expression filled with fury and spirit. Typical, maddening, heart-stoppingly gorgeous Jordan. “Admit it. You can’t stand me. When I kissed you five years ago—”<br />
“We’re not talking about that.”<br />
“<em>When I kissed you five years ago</em>,” she insisted, her voice rising with each word, “it was as if I ripped out a piece of your mind! You didn’t like me. You certainly didn’t think I was right for Josh and then when we had that moment, when we were at our lowest, we were drawn to each other. You hate that of all people, it was me who made you go to this fragile, needful place. It happened and you need to get over it so we can do this interview and you never have to see me again!”<br />
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Originally from Ireland, Kate cut her romance reader teeth on Maeve Binchy and Jilly Cooper novels, with some Harlequins thrown in for variety. Give her tales about brooding mill owners, oversexed equestrians, and men who can rock an apron or a fire hose, and she's there. Now based in Chicago, she writes sexy contemporary romance with alpha heroes and strong heroines who can match their men quip for quip.<br />
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<strong>After She Fell </strong><br /><strong>Amber Laura </strong><br />Publication date: July 30th 2019<br />Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance<br />
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She’s tried for years to convince herself that she isn’t in love with him. If it hasn’t worked, at least she’s managed to convince him of it, anyway.<br />
A tragic love affair from her past had shattered Christina’s illusions of romance—it’d shattered her entire world, left her utterly broken and blamed. She’s fallen once before. She isn’t about to make the same mistake twice!<br />
Jason Gordman is off-limits. Charming, playful, confident—he’s everything dangerous to her defenses. Worse yet, he’s the boss’s son. Hiding behind antagonism and indifference, Christina manages to keep him at a careful distance. That is, until one fateful night when she finds herself snowbound with him in a blizzard and she slips, allows herself one, forbidden kiss…<br />
Struggling to reconcile her feelings, Christina is entirely unprepared for where that one stolen moment will lead her.</blockquote>
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“Try not to overthink it okay, Jas? It was only an idea. Clearly, a stupid one.” Letting out a weak laugh, Christina walked toward her kitchen.<br />
She didn’t need anything in there, didn’t, in fact, know what she’d do once she made it inside the small space. All she knew was it was the only room in which she wouldn’t have to stare into his knowing eyes. It was little more than a stall tactic, a way to expedite his no doubted hasty exit.<br />
Her stride never wavered, not even when she flapped a dismissive hand back toward the bottle of whiskey still on the floor. “Hell, let’s blame it on the alcoh—ah!”<br />
With a gasp of surprise, Christina felt two hands grip the backs of her arms, and then she was being spun around, and before she had time to get in a proper breath, she felt her body being pushed backward, forced up against the wall separating her living room from the kitchen. Her chest heaved at the abruptness of it all, her frantic eyes clashing with Jason’s stormy glare.<br />
His body was pressed up tight to hers. She could feel his quick breaths. She could feel the muscled proximity of his thighs crowding against hers. That, for some reason, calmed her a little.<br />
“Shut up, Christina,” he said, his voice gruff with the words, erratic. His eyes traveled over her face, his gaze stopping curiously over her parted lips. “Give me a damn minute to catch my bearings.”<br />
In control again, Christina laughed up at him coquettishly. “You need a minute to decide if you want to kiss a woman?”<br />
His eyes narrowed. “You have a way of confusing me.”<br />
She licked her lips, her body tingling at the intensity in his eyes, at the feel of his weight enveloping her. “Then, by all means, tell me what you want.”<br />
“Hell—” With little more than that rough word hanging in the air between them, Jason’s head dipped, his lips crashing into hers. It wasn’t a light kiss. It didn’t linger over her lips, playing teasingly there.<br />
No, it was almost desperate in its heatedness. No sooner had his mouth touched hers than Christina felt his tongue skimming against the seam of her lips. With little more urging than that, she obliged him. Moaning at the insistent pressure, at the feeling of his lips twisting, biting, sucking against hers, his tongue plunging into the recesses of her mouth, Christina sank against the wall behind her.<br />
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<li>If there’s creamer, she’s drinking coffee. When she edits, there’s always creamer.</li>
<li>A blogger, she also writes web fiction—(free stories updated chapter-by-chapter, week-by-week). Check it out at <a href="http://www.litliber.com/">www.litliber.com</a>.</li>
<li>Psst! Her debut novel, <em>Topaz and Lace</em>, a contemporary romance set in a fictitious Texas town, got its start on that same blog.</li>
<li>While she may physically reside in the beautiful country of Northern Minnesota, in her imagination, Amber Laura lives all over the world. She considers it one of the best perks to being a writer: easy, cheap travel. That and the oddball characters she meets along the way….</li>
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<strong>His Smile: A Mafia Romance </strong><br />
<strong>Katerina Winters </strong><br />
Publication date: August 30th 2019<br />
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance<br />
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Roman Mashir was the man that stepped out of shadowed corners wearing a smile. Cruelty and laughter were synonymous in his world. Roman was the devil who caught your gaze and grinned back at you in your nightmares.<br />
Fear was what he liked to see, expected even–bright eyed infatuation was not.<br />
Rahina Chopra was persistent, annoying, naïve, and beyond foolish. While she danced happily in moonlight he was the devil who aimed his sights and pulled triggers.<br />
She had no business fluttering carelessly into his world, he had made too many enemies, laughed in the face of one too many dying men to be allowed the luxury of her beauty.<br />
But she recklessly fell in love with the madman, despite everyone’s warning–despite his warnings.<br />
So, she stepped closer. Further into the psychopath’s hands sliding around her throat and closed her eyes to his grip fastening tightly close. Rahina didn’t want Roman’s status, his power, or his wealth the only thing she wanted was–his smile.</blockquote>
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From contemporary to fantasy, Katerina Winters weaves dark tales of romance together with strong possessive men and sexy rendezvous.<br />
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<strong>Phoenix Rising </strong><br /><strong>Giulia Lagomarsino </strong><br />(Reed Security Series, #16)<br />Publication date: August 26th 2019<br />Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance<br />
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Phoenix Rising is book 16 in the Reed Security Series and it is suggested they be read in order.<br />
The men and women of Reed Security are back, but after all the turmoil of the past year, how do they adapt and move forward? For some, it’s easy, but others, the past year is only the beginning of what they will have to deal with. Some of them were shot and almost died. Morgan and Chance were taken and tortured in their own respects and now must deal with the after effects. Payton was torn from her mother and spent a year and a half without her. The wives lost their jobs, and many had to run from their families and friends to keep them safe. But one thing remained the same through all of this, they are each others’ family and will do anything to help each other through. They are Reed Security, and they will rise from the ashes.</blockquote>
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I'm a stay at home mom that loves to read. Some of my favorite titles are Pride and Prejudice, Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, and Horatio Hornblower. I started writing when I was trying to come up with suggestions on ways I could help bring in some extra money. I came up with the idea that I could donate plasma because you could earn an extra $500/month. My husband responded with, "No. Find something else. Write a blog. Write a book." I didn't think I had anything to share on blog that a thousand other mothers hadn't already thought of. I decided to take his challenge seriously and sat down to write my first book, Jack. I was surprised at how much I enjoyed writing. From there, the stories continued to flow and I haven't been able to stop. I hope my readers enjoy my books as much as I enjoy writing them. Between reading, writing, and taking care of three small kids, my days are quite full.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>Chance: Book 3 of a 3 book arc</strong><br /><strong>Giulia Lagomarsino </strong><br />(Reed Security, #15)<br />Publication date: July 8th 2019<br />Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance</span><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Chance is book 15 in the Reed Security Series and should be read in order. It is also part of a 3 book arc. Sniper and Jackson need to be read first.</span></strong><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Chance was taken when Reed Security was attacked, but he has no idea who has taken him or why. Over the course of a year, he plans his escape, knowing there is one person on the island he won’t leave without. But torture breaks every man eventually and he doesn’t know if he can make it until the end.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Morgan made a deal with the devil to get her daughter back and finds out too late that it was the wrong choice. Held captive with a man that is obsessed with her, she has to find a way to convince him that she loves him. But will she actually fall for him? And if she does, where does that leave her with Chance?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Good news,” Sinner grinned as he walked into the room. “I got you ice cream.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Are fuc- serious?” I glanced over at Payton, hoping she didn’t catch my little slip-up. Morgan stood and took Payton’s hand.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Why don’t we see if we can find you some ice cream?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Can we get some for Chance?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Payton looked at me, trying not to laugh. It was f^@king obvious that the last thing I wanted was ice cream.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Sure. I think we should get him some Mint Chocolate Chip.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I glared at her, but she just smiled at me. After they left, I motioned for Sinner to bring the ice cream over. I feigned not being able to move and he brought it real close. I took the cup and pushed it into his face. Ice cream dripped from his nose and mouth and there were splashes of ice cream all around his eyes.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Feel better?” he asked as he picked up some napkins and swiped at his face.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“F^@king fantastic.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“You know, I was just trying to do you a solid.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“How is ice cream doing me a solid?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“No one brought me ice cream when I was in the hospital,” he pouted. “And my d^ck was practically singed off. If there’s ever a time for ice cream, it’s when you’re almost singing soprano.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Yeah, see, I just have a few bullet holes. I’d rather have steak.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“What do you have against ice cream? It’s comfort food.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“For chicks.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Guys like it too.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Do you know any guys that sit down and say, ‘I’m feeling blue. I think I need some ice cream to cheer me up.’”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sinner shrugged, leaning back in his chair and pouting. “I don’t see what’s wrong with it. Ice cream feeds the soul.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I rolled my eyes at him and plopped my head down on the pillow. “Please tell me that you’re not starting in with this shit.” I pointed toward the hallway. “Go. Find me a man that can bring me a steak.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Nobody opens up about their feelings over steak.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Is that what this is about? You’re all trying to get me to share at storytime?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Look, we’ve all been there at one time or another. Sharing helps to set free those demons and unlock your inner-”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“If you don’t shut the hell up, I’m going to unlock my inner a$$hole and shove this table up your a$$.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Geez, you know, I just came in here to chat.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm a stay at home mom that loves to read. Some of my favorite titles are Pride and Prejudice, Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, and Horatio Hornblower. I started writing when I was trying to come up with suggestions on ways I could help bring in some extra money. I came up with the idea that I could donate plasma because you could earn an extra $500/month. My husband responded with, "No. Find something else. Write a blog. Write a book." I didn't think I had anything to share on blog that a thousand other mothers hadn't already thought of. I decided to take his challenge seriously and sat down to write my first book, Jack. I was surprised at how much I enjoyed writing. From there, the stories continued to flow and I haven't been able to stop. I hope my readers enjoy my books as much as I enjoy writing them. Between reading, writing, and taking care of three small kids, my days are quite full.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>The Jade Hunters </strong><br /><strong>A.B. Michaels </strong><br />(Sinner’s Grove Suspense, #3)<br />Publication date: June 22nd 2019<br />Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Suspense</span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">A Fortune in Stolen Jewels, a Centuries-old Vendetta: Let the Shell Game Begin.</span></b><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Award-winning jewelry designer Regina Firestone is proud to exhibit her famous grandmother’s multi-million dollar “bauble” collection at the grand re-opening of The Grove Center for American Art, known among the locals as “Sinner’s Grove.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The fact that she’s considering modeling the jewels in the nude like her grandmother did infuriates photographer Walker Banks, a co-owner of The Grove who’s in charge of the exhibit. Neither is willing to admit the real reason for the sparks between them.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Their spat takes a back seat when Reggie discovers that one of the most compelling pieces in the collection is not at all what it seems. Tracking down the truth will take the couple into the dark heart of a quest that’s lasted more than a century, one in which destroying human lives—including Reggie’s and Walker’s—means nothing in the pursuit of a twisted sense of justice.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><i>The Jade Hunters</i> is Book Three of Michaels’ contemporary series, <b>“Sinner’s Grove Suspense.”</b> The series follows the descendants of characters introduced in Michaels’ historical fiction series, <b>“The Golden City.”</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><b>The Golden City:</b> <i>The Art of Love, The Depth of Beauty, The Promise, The Price of Compassion,</i> and<br />
<i>Josephine’s Daughter.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><b>Sinner’s Grove Suspense:</b> <i>Sinner’s Grove, The Lair,</i> and <i>The Jade Hunters.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><b>Note</b>: All of A.B. Michaels’ novels are stand-alone reads.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Taking a breath and turning to the box, Reggie put on the necklace. The bright yellow citrine was cold against her breast, a welcome chill to the flame building inside of her.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Now, if you’ll sit on the couch and hand me your robe, we can get started.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">She did as Walker instructed, foolishly turning away from him as she took off her covering, as if doing so would shield her any more than facing him would. When she turned back, he was adjusting a nearby lamp and re-checking his camera, which he’d set on a tripod. She waited for him to finish, and when he looked up, she handed him the robe.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Those eyes again. Focused on her. “Are you ready, then?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">She smiled nervously. “As I’ll ever be.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The professional in Walker took over at that point. He began to instruct her in a tone that could only be called “matter-of-fact.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Sit with the vase behind your right shoulder; cross your legs, look to the left … <em>click click click</em> … now the right <em>click click</em> …now straight at me. You … you are meeting your lover and you are wondering where he is … <em>click click</em> … now you are confident he is coming home to you…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">At one point he moved his tripod closer, adjusted one of the standing lights and leaned in to adjust the stone, which nestled within her cleavage. His hands brushed her skin as he straightened the chain and her body responded immediately, her nipples tightening. Fortunately, he didn’t comment on it.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">He continued in that manner, directing her in a calm, dispassionate voice. She, on the other hand, was positively humming inside, titillated beyond belief that he was fully clothed and she was completely naked. What did he think of her? He had to be comparing her to the historic photos of her grandmother. Was she measuring up? She shivered involuntarily.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Would you like me to turn up the heat?” he asked.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><em>It</em> <em>can’t get much hotter than this, can it?</em> <em>Except if maybe you were naked, too. </em>“No, I’m warm enough,” she managed.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">After the citrine shot came the tigers. He retrieved them from the jewelry box, asked her to stand while she put them on. They reminded her of the theft and her simmering anger bubbled to the surface. “Will anyone know they aren’t the originals? I would be mortified if they could tell.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">He smiled slightly. “No one but us will know and I promise we’ll re-shoot with the real tigers once we get them back, all right?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">She smiled her relief. “That was the absolutely right thing to say.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Then she froze because Walker had begun to put his hands in her hair. To do so he moved very close to her, close enough that their bodies almost touched.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“The original had Mandy’s hair up like so,” he said, carefully twisting and arranging her hair.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><em>Oh,</em> she thought, but said nothing. The scant space between them arced with electricity.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">As he continued to fold her mane into a loose chignon, she took in his scent; it was a cross between leather and wood and male. She fought the urge to close the distance. How could he stand this? Was she the only one feeling this way?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">He stepped back from her for a moment and tilted his head while he perused her. Then, smiling faintly, he pulled a few long hairpins out of his back pocket. She held her breath as he strategically placed them out of sight, his arms encircling her. She knew it wasn’t his intent, but still she felt protected; sheltered; even treasured.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Then it was over and he stepped back, once again examining his work. She let out a careful breath and cast about for something to say that wouldn’t betray how she was feeling. “How do you know how to do that?” she asked, almost afraid of the answer.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Tricks of the trade. On a fashion shoot you’re working with two diametrically opposed concepts: perfection and time constraints. Fixing hair quickly helps bridge that gap. I always keep a few pins in my camera case out of habit.” His eyes gleaming wickedly, he leaned in as if to let her in on a secret. “They’re also good for keeping ties from flapping, applying glue to false eyelashes, and most importantly, closing half-empty Dorito bags.” He matched her smile briefly before stepping back and once again assuming a professional demeanor. “That should do it. Ready to continue?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">She nodded, unsure how much more of this she could take.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">He captured several poses and then, as he’d done with the first stone, took the camera off its stand and took a series of hand-held shots from various angles. As he moved, he’d call out a running patter of gentle commands and comments like, “Look here,” “Turn quickly,” “That’s it” and “Give me sultry.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">He paused with his camera by his side. “You really have no idea, do you?” His voice held a touch of wonder and he murmured, almost to himself, “No idea at all.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>Awakened</strong><br /><strong>Moni Boyce </strong><br />(The Oracle Chronicles, #1)<br />Publication date: July 9th 2019<br />Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Romance</span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Secret lineage, a ruthless vampire, and forbidden love.</span></b><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Willow Stevens dreams of stardom are eclipsed by the real nightmares of a sinister man haunting her dreams. Unbeknownst to her, Eli Walker, her hot but snobbish co-worker, may know the reason nightmares plague her, but their history shows he is more prone to reject her, than help her.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Then Willow passes out at work only to wake in Eli’s apartment. There she has her chance to learn more about her heritage. But, knowing why the vampire king stalks her doesn’t make the nightmares disappear. If anything, they become more real as she now faces off against a slew of creatures she’d always believed were myth.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That Eli is one of those creatures is just her luck. Secret witch guild or not, his natural ways are casting spells her heart can’t escape. As a Protector his only focus should be her safety. Anything else is forbidden. He plans to stay on task, but some women break a man, or tempt him to break the rules.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Can Eli keep Willow alive and safe from the vampires long enough for her to grow her own powers or will both cast aside rules for a reckless passion that will only lead to danger?</span><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">AWAKENED is the first installment in The Oracle Chronicles series. This interracial, paranormal romance is a great mix of magic and adventure.</span></i><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A couple minutes later, she followed him. Whatever he’d prepared smelled delicious. He moved around the kitchen unsure. She raised her eyebrows while she watched him. He caught the gesture and looked embarrassed. “Most of the time, I cheat and use magic so I can do something else. I haven’t manually cooked in a while.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She looked at him wide-eyed, with her mouth gaped open. Even though he’d told her earlier, they were witches she still was having a hard time believing it. “You cook with magic, like they do in Harry Potter? That’s so cool. I know you told everyone not to use it, but just show me a little something. I won’t tell.” Awe and child-like wonder permeated her voice. “Cross my heart.” She made the sign of the cross over her heart.<br />
“You heard everything didn’t you?” His eyebrow quirked upwards, daring her to lie.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She gave him a sheepish smile and looked away before she continued talking about magic, in the hopes he’d forget her listening to their conversation. “I would be the ultimate multi-tasker if I was a witch. Say ‘Abracadabra’ and make the food magically appear on the plate or something.” Willow was giddy with excitement.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Eli chuckled. “I’m not a wizard. I don’t say ‘Abracadabra.’” He shook his head.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">His explanation confused her. “What does that mean? I thought wizard was a name for a male witch.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He sighed and put down the pot he was holding. That comment appeared to get his undivided attention. “You watch too much television. First, regardless of gender, we’re known as witches, those of us that practice white magic. Warlocks are witches that practice black magic. Wizards are charlatans, posers. They don’t know magic, but are exceptional at trickery so they can give someone who doesn’t know any better the illusion they do.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She digested the information he’d just given her.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“That’s why everyone went silent earlier when Matty referenced black magic, because none of you practice it?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He nodded and picked up the pot of noodles. “Yes. Now may I finish making dinner?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“So you’re not going to cook with magic?” She was expecting him to do tricks and wow her. Disappointment marred her brow, when he didn’t whip out a magic wand or say a spell.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“You just said so yourself, that you overheard me tell everyone magic is off limits.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Her shoulders slumped in discontent and she pouted. “You can’t do even a tiny little spell?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Nope.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She rolled her eyes. “Great. A witch who can’t do any spells or magic.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Eli looked offended. “I didn’t say I can’t do magic. I’m just unable to do any at this time.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Uh, huh.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He bristled at her disinterest and she had to hold back a sly grin. “Wizard.” She mumbled under her breath, knowing it would get a rise out of him.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I’m not a wizard! I can do magic!”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">If she lit a match and threw it at him, he would have gone up in flames he was fuming so hard.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Whatever.” Maybe she’d just…</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Moni Boyce is a writer, filmmaker, travel blogger and author of contemporary and paranormal romance. She spent the last fifteen years working in the film industry and now creates characters of her own and brings them to life on the page. Moni has ghostwritten romance novellas and novels for over a year now and decided to put some of her own creations out in the world. She considers herself a bookworm, film buff, foodie, music lover and an avid world traveler having visited 33 countries, 5 continents and 27 US states so far. She runs a travel blog titled She Wanders the Globe and lives a bit of a nomadic life, but considers Los Angeles home. Which is the subject of her first travel book: Greater Than A Tourist - Los Angeles, California: 50 Travel Tips From A Local.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>On a City Street </strong><br /><strong>Pat Wahler </strong><br />(A Becker Family Novel)<br />Publication date: July 9th 2019<br />Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The cure for a painful breakup requires drastic measures. And quite often, a moving van…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When veterinarian Carolyn Becker catches her fiance cheating, her problem-solving skills come to the rescue. She swears off love and leaves suburbia for a fresh start in St. Louis to launch a low-cost animal clinic…and bury the past.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But new beginnings can be complicated. A mysterious man, a troubled teenager, and an injured dog trigger unsettling questions. Before she knows it, Carolyn’s best-laid plans unravel, and solutions are farther from her reach than Mars. Sometimes even a problem-solver can use a little help.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“A reminder, Dr. Becker. If you run into anything unusual, tell me.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She tried to make sense of what he said. “You mean at the clinic?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I mean anywhere. I’ve noticed you tend to run hell-bent into situations you don’t know anything about. It’s a good way to get yourself into a world of trouble.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Carolyn mulled over his comment. “I wouldn’t do anything stupid.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“All the same, take care.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He certainly didn’t have much confidence in her good sense. It ought to make her furious. Instead, her body tingled. Was it the wine? Carolyn wasn’t sure. He moved closer. So close, she could feel his warm breath on her face. His expression remained impassive, yet she detected something within the silvery depths of his eyes.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">His palm cupped her cheek and he said, “Are you sure it’s wise to trust me?” She didn’t have an answer since blood pounded through her veins in a most disconcerting way. His eyes held hers, and he leaned closer. Her lips parted, and she let her eyelids close against the magnetic attraction of his gaze. Would he kiss her? She waited expectantly.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A cell phone shrilled, and her eyes flew open. He uttered a soft curse and retrieved his phone. One glance at the screen darkened his face.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“What is it?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Sorry. This is important. I’ve got to go.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“But…” She felt disembodied, as though abruptly awakened from a deep sleep, and pointed toward the oven. “What about dinner?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“We’ll have dinner another day, but next time it will be on me.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">With one wicked grin, he retrieved his jacket from the chair where it hung. She watched until the door closed behind him, then pondered how to interpret what he said. Dinner? On him? What did he mean by that? A sudden burst of giggles erupted, which quickly turned into hiccups. She held her breath and counted to twenty. The hiccups subsided, but a wisp of smoke curled from the oven. Carolyn leaped up and raced for the kitchen.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A frequent contributor to the Chicken Soup for the Soul anthologies, Sasee Magazine, and Not Your Mother's Book anthologies; her work has also appeared in Reader's Digest, Storyteller Magazine, and other publications. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Pat's debut novel, I AM MRS. JESSE JAMES, was an Amazon #1 bestseller in Historical Fiction. This story of love, loss, and redemption is based on true events and told from the point of view of Zee James, wife of the infamous outlaw. The novel received a Silver IPPY Medal for Midwest Best Regional Fiction from the Independent Publishers Book Awards and won Best First Novel from Western Fictioneers. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Other titles by Pat Wahler include LET YOUR HEART BE LIGHT: A CELEBRATION OF CHRISTMAS - This Christmas-themed collection of short stories, essays, and poetry received a Reader's Choice Five-Star review</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">COMING SOON! ON A CITY STREET: First of a three book contemporary romance series, and was named a Five-star Readers' Favorite. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Kenjin Kiyohara, the son of Asia’s most powerful tycoon has finally won the heart of Sakura Shintani, the heir to Japan’s most notorious crime dynasty. But their new love is threatened by a sadistic adversary who sees Kenjin as Sakura’s only weakness. And as the threats start coming in, Sakura worries for Kenjin’s safety and starts to doubt her decision to be with him. But Kenjin is determined to stay by her side and prove that he can hold his own inside the treacherous world that she belongs to, even if it might cost him his life.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Jin looked up to see Jiaolong’s lanky frame standing over him. His former rival used to intimidate him, but now he was strangely glad to see him. Especially after what he’d done for Sakura.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“It’s yours,” Jin answered. He stood up to acknowledge Jiaolong with a handshake.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Jiaolong smiled, unfastening the button of his black blazer before lowering himself into the foldable seat.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Sakura told me about what you did,” Jin said. “Thank you.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Jiaolong shook his head, still smiling. “No, don’t thank me,” he said. “I didn’t do it for you.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Jin rolled his eyes. He was the same old Jiaolong.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“You do know this puts us on an equal footing now, don’t you?” Jiaolong’s words made Jin straighten up in his seat.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“How so?” he asked.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Jiaolong relaxed in his seat, crossing his legs. “The serum we made is as good as your hug. Maybe even better… because it will be capable of keeping her safe even when you’re not around.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Jin arched an eyebrow. “What are you trying to say?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Jiaolong shrugged, his lips breaking into a grin. “I stepped aside for you back then because you could keep Sakura safe from herself while I couldn’t. But now, the serum has changed everything.” He threw his gaze back at Jin. “I guess I don’t have to give way to you anymore. Because now, I am just as capable as you.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Jin blinked. The vein in his head started to throb. Was this guy serious? “Sakura’s already mine,” Jin declared, aware that his tone had changed. “You’re too late.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“You’re probably right. No one else can claim Sakura,” Jiaolong said, crossing his arms as he shifted his weight in the chair. “Unless, you’re dead.” A smile spread across Jiaolong’s face.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">American-born, Australian-raised Rachel Kennedy was born to be an actress–all the way down to her drama queen ways. But when a bad day leaves her life and her dream in ruins, she’s not sure what to do next. Her silver spoon-upbringing never prepared her for that.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">With a bank account at nothing and an inability to pull off a convincing accent for casting directors, Rachel’s about to give up on everything. Not on her best friend’s watch. Lily is there to help her every step of the way–if the definition of help involves convincing her to take drastic measures, each one blowing up more than the one that came before.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Once Lily shoves Rachel into the let’s-get-drunk-and-screw-a-stranger phase, she winds up tangled in the arms of Christian Whitmore, a cop with a sinful smile, sexy stubble, and impeccable timing. He’s there to pick her up when she falls and to take her out for fish and chips at her favourite place.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But then again, so is his identical twin brother, Kevin. Double. Trouble.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Rachel Kennedy.” The guy wearing hipster glasses and khakis that were an inch too short and showed off his mismatched argyle socks tapped a pencil against the clipboard in his hand and scanned the room. “Ugh, Rachel Kennedy. Going once, twice…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“That’s me,” I shouted as I stood, crumpling the eviction notice into the bottom of my bag. I waved my hands in the air as if I feared he didn’t notice me in the sea of women in their mid-twenties all vying for the same part.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He gave me a once-over and shrugged. “Right this way, Miss Kennedy.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Well, at least I didn’t get the snort of derision that directly translates into you don’t belong here that I often get. It’s a step in the right direction.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I smiled, my lucky, last season Louboutins clicking on the dingy, white, tiled floor as I walked past a dozen other hopefuls going through their pre-audition rituals. Some closed their eyes and mouthed their monologues. Others paced the floor. One actress, whom I’ve always admired, had her yoga mat out and was in the middle of a sun salutation.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I needed some yoga right now. Or Xanex. Something to ease my nerves from this audition and the frustration about the eviction notice I pulled out of the mailbox the other day. I know I’m not rolling in the dough—anymore, since Daddy told me it was time to live on my own money instead of his—but I paid my half of rent. There may not be petrol money or much food some months, but that rent cheque clears on the third of the month like clockwork. I knew my boyfriend, Mark, had been struggling to make his half because his hours had been cut at work. Our landlord was none too pleased, but he said he’d work with me. Turns out he’s a liar, because now we’re out on the streets in a week.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Straightening my back as I walked into the dark auditorium, I pushed all my anger and nerves aside. I needed to nail this audition. My career depended on it. I hadn’t had a show since <em>Nunsense</em> a year ago, and with that notice burning a hole in the bottom of my designer handbag, even more was riding on this. My big break had to come soon. My mother never made it as an actress, but by God, I was going to. I was going to live the dream she gave up for me. I knew she’d never see it, but I was still going to make her proud.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The<em> click-clack</em> of my heels gave way to a<em> thunk-thunk</em> as I stepped onto the honey-coloured wooden stage. Standing center stage, I focused on the orchestra pit. Staring back at me were three casting directors, and I had to swallow back the bile that crept up my throat. I wouldn’t have a chance in hell if I spewed on the casting directors. The only person who had ever chucked on a casting director and still landed the role was Cassandra Browne. Just thinking the thought of about her sent a shiver down my spine.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Taking a deep breath, I shook the nervous energy out of my hands.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Whenever you’re ready, Ms. Kennedy,” said a familiar older man with a bushy monobrow. Directopillar. He had a reputation for being tough to impress. But I had impressed him when I landed Nunsense. I could do it again. No. I would do it again.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I glanced at the other two casting directors but didn’t recognise them. I closed my eyes and gathered everything in me before I opened my mouth.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Well, Tommy has proposed to me again. Tommy really does nothing but propose to me.”</span><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Fudge cookies! I messed up my accent.</span></em><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I shuffled my feet as I debated continuing in the contrite southern accent that fell off my tongue like I meant to do it. Or should I stop altogether and ask for a redo? The former would be embarrassing, the latter unprofessional. There was no way to win here. Either way I went, I was a colossal screw-up.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Directopillar paused from taking notes and glared at me, a scowl on his face. I wouldn’t be surprised if his note read, Go back home to the States.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Excuse me, Ms. Kennedy,” Directopillar said, his proper British accent mocking me. “You are aware <em>An Ideal Husband</em> is set in London, correct?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Yes, sir.” I nodded, avoiding eye contact. I didn’t want to see the disappointment painted on his face; the tone of his voice was disparaging enough. “I just thought it might be fun to put an American spin on it. Who better to make fun of than those in the American South?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“We will not be changing the setting.” He cracked the pencil in his hand and tossed it over his shoulder. “I will give you one more chance—and know this is not a luxury I grant many people. Please start from the top.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Grateful for the second attempt, I decided to move closer to them, so the emotion I portrayed wrapped them like a warm blanket, leaving them with a warm fuzzy that whispered, “Cast Rachel Kennedy,” for the rest of the afternoon.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I walked to the edge and dropped down to the stage, without showing the casting directors everything I owned—not that it mattered. My boyfriend, Mark, and I hadn’t had sex in so long, I think my hymen had grown back. All I needed was a pair of granny panties, and my transition back to virgin would be complete.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">English may be Randi's first language, but she's the most fluent in sarcasm, and it shows in her writing. She is known for creating snarky, realistic characters--badass heroines who can hold their own and flawed, yet lovable heroes. Like Randi, her characters run on caffeine and swear words.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Her characters are often built around dichotomy, much like Randi herself. Although she is the least romantic person in the world, she writes romance. She also refuses to pick a lane on the romance highway, sometimes writing contemporary, other times paranormal, but always smokin' hot.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She is the author of the Earthbound Angels paranormal romance series, several contemporary romance novellas including Anticipating Temptation and Mi Amor, and a gay romance novella entitled Wreck You. She has also had several short stories published in anthologies. Her next full-length novel, a romantic comedy entitled All the Wrong Places, will be out in Summer 2019.</span><br />
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