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Overrun. Outnumbered. They fight so others have a chance to live.

Balin, leader of the Kings army has an impossible task. He and his men need to hunt and kill all the paranormal vermin that have invaded their land, putting the good people who live there in danger. They have a duty to ensure the safety and security of the land and all it’s people.

But no plan survives first contact and Balin is seperated from his men. Alone and in enemy territory he realises things are much worse than he thought. Paranormals haven’t just invaded, they own the land now.

Facing down his own death in the wilds, he must team up with an unlikely ally to survive. But will that alliance just give him the means to return home, or will it change his view of the world and its inhabitants?

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/40640902-all-the-kings-men

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Bound in Fire

Now in paperback! Bound in Fire (Gibbous Moon Vol 1) by USA Today bestselling author Erzabet Bishop!
 
 
 
#Firemen, #phoenix, #catshifter, #witch, #familiar, #blaze, #dragon, #museum, #art, #fatedmate
 
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What readers are saying…
 
“This is an exciting beginning to a new series. Would love to read more.”
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“Another 5-star story, “Bound in Fire” by Erzabet Bishop with magic and a hot shifter that kept me glued to my seat & turning pages like crazy :)”
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About the book:
The witch with the phoenix tattoo…
Isobel Fieri loves her dream job of working as an archivist in the city’s most prestigious museum. Well, aside from the creepy advances of her boss, that is. But when her mentor goes missing and a valuable exhibit piece vanishes into thin air, she knows something is very wrong. Bound by her desire to find answers, some really steamy flashbacks, and an attraction to a certain sexy fireman, opening weekend is about to get interesting.
He will find her again and protect her at all costs.

 

Roark Jameson has never forgotten the mate he loved and lost. He and his cat have pledged their lives to fighting fire, the very thing that took her from them. When he finds himself in front of the Remington Museum, he is drawn in to the mythology exhibit despite himself. A chance meeting will upend his universe and bring his carefully constructed world crashing down around him. Discovering his long lost mate here seems impossible, but when danger roams the hallowed halls of the museum, he must fight for her or lose her forever to the twisted web of fate.
 
Excerpt:
Isobel pulled away and rubbed her hands over her the sleeves of her sweater. “It’s no secret my parents don’t like that we’re dating.”
That was the understatement of the year if he’d ever heard one.
“No.” Roark snorted. He found himself thinking of the colorful phoenix tattoo that now held court on her upper arm. The one, coincidentally, that matched his own. She’d told him she liked the symbolism. A new start. Like the one they’d talked about when they got out of this shit hole of a town.
It was also her answer to his moment of weakness when his teeth had pierced her flesh during one of their secret assignations in the old cabin just up the road. He hadn’t meant to mark her, not yet, but he’d lost control of his beast, accidentally laying claim to his mate much sooner than he had intended. The tattoo had been the perfect camouflage, the bird’s colorful plumage working in the bite marks so if you didn’t know they were there, it was impossible to make out.
Only his nose told him the truth. Her scent had changed, albeit subtly, as his mate. His pack members would be able to tell, so they kept everything as close to the vest as possible.
She glanced toward the darkness of the woods beyond, her expression stony. “Mom told me they knew we had been meeting. That she and Dad hadn’t raised me to date outside the coven.”
“That’s bullshit.”
Isobel gave him a look. “They saw the tattoo. My mother was pissed.”
“Ouch. At least they couldn’t tell about the bite.”
Unconsciously, her hand trailed up to her upper arm, rubbing the tat through her clothes. “I tried to tell her this isn’t a passing thing. That you’re the one.”
He could just see Dayanara Fieri’s pinched expression after that delightful conversation.
“I bet she didn’t like that.”
“No. As a matter of fact she didn’t. Neither did my father.”
The knot that had taken residence in his gut twisted. He didn’t really care if they liked him, but if they made it hard on Izzy, that he did care about.
“Izzy…” He reached out to tug her back into his arms but she held out her hand.
“There’s more.”
“Do I want to know?” Roark ran a hand through his hair, afraid of what she was going to say next. Losing her was not an option. Not for him.
“Apparently there’s been an arranged marriage with someone in Jonastown involved in coven affairs. And as soon as I graduate, I’m to take my place and follow through with their agreement.”
Agreement?
What agreement?
God. She was still in high school.
“Izzy. You know that sounds insane, right? You should be able to choose who you want to be with.”
She barked out a laugh, fire dancing in her eyes. It was a bitter sound that cut him to the quick. “You don’t know the coven.” As she spoke, she cocked her head. “You were late tonight. Why?”
“That asshole uncle of yours held me after. Accused me of an incorrect inventory.”
Isobel shook her head, her fiery strands of hair cascading around her shoulders. “It was to delay you.”
Shit. He already knew that. The question was, why?
“When did you get here?”
“A few minutes before you. I had to sneak out of the house. The parentals were arguing. They didn’t even check the wards.”
“That doesn’t sound right.”
She nodded. “I know.”
“Where’s your car?”
“I walked the trail. I didn’t want to take a chance they’d spelled it.” She moved away from him, lifting her face to the moon.
“Izzy…” He growled. She knew it wasn’t safe. Not for a female alone. Firestarter witch or not.
“We have to leave.”
“What?”
She lifted her face toward his, the ghostly light of the moon on her pale cheeks making her eyes appear luminous. She curled her fingers in his shirt and dragged his mouth down to hers. The sweet cinnamon taste of her lips brought their time together last Friday night to the forefront of his mind.
“Firestarter,” he sighed into her hair. What once had been a terrible nickname had become his term of endearment for her.
Roark’s jeans grew uncomfortably tight and as she molded her body against his, he let out a groan. But then he heard it, a car moving up the gravel road. He broke the kiss, struggling to shake the fog of wanting her that had taken over his body.
He had to remain in control. For both their sakes.
“Izzy, someone’s coming.”
“I hear them.” Her voice was cold. “Sounds like Rory’s old sedan. I knew it wouldn’t be long before they followed me up here.”
“Do you think they put a tracker on you?”
She shrugged. “It could be anywhere. My clothes. A spell someone brushed on me when I was at the meeting after work.”
He would go crazy in a prison like that. Roark ground his teeth in indignation. They had to be stopped.
“What do you want to do?”
“I want a say in my future. Let’s go.”
“Where?”
“What about Wayfarer?” Her eyes were fathomless pools and when he peered into their depths, he remembered the unsettling encounter at Forbidden Ink. He’d looked up the best shops in a hundred mile radius and it was ranked as one of the top three. But what they both got when they arrived was akin to a fortune telling session with needles.
He would never forget the owner’s words when they walked into the shop and he asked to see the selection of tattoos.
“The Goddess picks your ink, boy.” The sultry, dark-eyed vampire considered them both and then pointed at him. “You. Sit. I’ll be with you in a bit.”
And she had. Hours later, after Izzy was done, he’d made an appointment to come the next night only to receive a masculine version of the same tattoo.
The woman…Fae, he half-remembered, contemplated him after she’d finished his ink. “Don’t be afraid to walk into the flames. There’s a reason why the phoenix chose you both, shifter. Just be worthy of her when the time comes.”
What the hell she meant, he had no idea, but if it pertained to Izzy he’d do whatever it took.
But now she wanted to leave to go back there? It was true the town boasted a higher than average shifter population and was home to Cirque Nocturne, but he had never considered that being the destination for their future together.
“Wayfarer?”
Izzy cut her eyes toward the road. “There. Or anywhere. We just have to go. Now. If  the Bradford Coven puts its clamps on me I don’t know what will happen.”
What she was asking him to do was nothing he hadn’t thought of before. Hell, he’d spent nights fantasizing about where they would go. Where they would live. But all of it hinged on her being older. Out of high school. Then he could officially claim her as his mate and no one could give them shit about it. She’d told him more than once that she’d love to work in a museum. There was a big one in Maberry. Maybe they could head there.
It was too soon.
But dammit he didn’t know what else to do.
She marched to the passenger side of his truck and opened the door. Sliding onto the seat, she closed it behind her with a jarring slam.
He darted to the driver’s side, his cat digging at him to hurry. Move faster. If the coven got their way, he’d never see her again. There was no telling where they were going to send her. But one thing was for certain. They would under no circumstances let him get anywhere near her again.
It was now or never.
 
 
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About the author:
Erzabet Bishop is a USA Today award-winning and bestselling author of paranormal and erotic romance. She lives in Houston, Texas and when she isn’t writing about sexy shifters or voluptuous heroines she enjoys playing in local bookstores and watching movies with her husband and furry kids.
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Rise

Title: Rise
Series: The Phoenix Series Book 1
Author: M.K. Cunningham
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 5, 2018
In a blink of an eye, my life quickly changed. I was transformed into an unstoppable woman, literally fighting for my livelihood. I swore never to love another because of the evil from my past. That is… until he came into it.

M.K. Cunningham lives in Illinois, USA with her husband and two children. When she isn’t writing she loves to spend time with her family, ride her motorcycle or enjoy a night at home reading.
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Daisies & Devin

Title: Daisies & Devin
Author: Kelsey Kingsley
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 17, 2018

 

Everybody has a dream,

 

And mine could take me far.
Just me, and my voice,
A stage, and this guitar.
With patience and some luck,
I could see me, standing there.
But, that was before I met her-
The girl with the purple hair.
 
Enchanted by her beauty,
By her soul, and then, her eyes.
I saw the broken girl within,
And my dream became her life.
 
So, I found myself on a journey,
Of tragedy and letting go,
Of happiness and daisies,
Of serenades and Poe.
But no one taught us how to cope,
With life’s unpredictable scheme.
Still, I’m the hero in her story,
And she’s my only dream.
“So, uh …” I cleared my throat. Goddamn nerves. “Uh, what do you want me to play?” 
“Oh, you take requests, huh?” 

 

I laughed awkwardly. “I, um … I didn’t say I’d know everything, but you could, uh—” 
“Oh my God, you’re so anxious right now,” she teased, pressing her shoulder into mine. “Just surprise me.”

 

I slapped my hand over my eyes. “Oh Jesus. Okay …” Deep breath in, deep breath out. “Okay,” and I cleared my throat again and dug into my pocket for a pick. 
I placed it between my teeth, strummed downward, determined I was satisfied with the sound and positioned my hands on the frets and over the strings. 

 

“So, what are you going to play?” She wiggled her feet excitedly, and I laughed. 
I squinted my eyes at her under the streetlight as I pinched the pick between my fingers. “You promise not to make fun of me?” 
“I’m making no promises to a guy I just met.” 
“Hey, I promised not to abduct you,” I countered, pointing my pick at her. 
With a roll of her eyes, she wobbled her head. “Fine, fine. I promise to not make fun of you … much.” 

 

I made a show of glancing around, swiveling my head this way and that, and I tipped my mouth to her ear. “I’m really, really into John Mayer.” 
I was so close to her. I closed my eyes for a nanosecond and inhaled her scent. It was something floral, laced with a sweet, crisp fruitiness. Apple, maybe. I didn’t know if it was her perfume or a shampoo, but whatever it was, it calmed my nerves while perpetuating the pulsing arousal I had been plagued with since seeing her for the first time. 

 

“You’re not going to sing ‘Your Body is a Wonderland’ to me, are you?” She was laughing lightly, freely, and I leaned away to stare into her glimmering eyes. Fucking hell, all of those blues. 
“God no.” I said it with a groan and a dramatic roll of my eyes, but I was lying. I liked that song, but she didn’t need to know that. 

 

My pick started to strum and my fingers bounced from chord to chord on the fretboard, as her feet moved in time with the tune. I opened my mouth, got out the beginning of a single word, and her jaw unhinged. 
“Wait, wait, wait … you didn’t tell me you sing too!” Her hands went to her mouth to stifle her squeal and I laughed, my fingers freezing against the strings.
“Was I supposed to warn you?” 
“Devin,” she said, following the roll of her eyes as she tipped her head toward my shoulder. “You can’t just serenade a girl under the stars without at least giving her a heads-up.” 
I laughed again, shaking my head incredulously. “Okay, fine. I sing, I play the guitar and sometimes I do this little knocking, foot stomping thing. Happy?” 

 

“Yes thank you, I now consider myself thoroughly warned. Please, proceed.” 

 

I looked to her, caught the excitement in her eyes, and I knew for certain that I was in trouble and this was a trouble I had never known before. This wasn’t the condom went missing kind of trouble. This wasn’t the called her the wrong name kind of trouble. This was deeper, meaningful. It was dangerous and my heart panicked with the twitching of her lips. God, I wanted to kiss them more than I wanted to get my hands on a Gibson Hummingbird. 
I managed a smile despite the rush of fear and started over. I thought a rousing rendition of “No Such Thing” was called for—a fun song that sounded the way summer felt. Except, I went slower, suddenly wanting to serenade her, despite her insistence that she wasn’t sleeping with me. That was still fine. I could take things slow, or, I could take them not at all. I just wanted to show her what I could do, what I was made of. Because for some reason, it now felt like it all mattered.

 

My fingers played “Not Myself” and my voice carried the lyrics into the night. It was an odd pick, I thought, but it felt fitting somehow. As if maybe I knew where time was going to take us, or maybe it was hope; I couldn’t really say. I sang my heart out, squeezing my eyes shut, feeling the words and the music. Strumming the strings with patient perfectionism. It was one of my favorites from Mayer’s Room for Squares album. One of the songs I had practiced until the strings cut through my calluses and I had to wear a few Band-aids for a week. 
My grand finale was a smooth segue into the chorus of “Bigger Than My Body.” It was unrelated in tone and meaning, but I loved that fucking song. I felt it and it felt me. It was my anthem, the musical embodiment of the feeling saying I was meant for something so much more than this. More than suburban Connecticut. More than tool belts and jigsaws. I couldn’t not play it when I already had the guitar out, when I already had the music pumping the blood in my veins. 
I glanced at Kylie, at the tapping of her toes against the pavement. The chewing of her lower lip, the glint in her sapphire eyes. She grinned at me as I tipped my head back to send those high notes into the sky. Her shoulder bumped into mine, rocking with the strumming of the guitar, and when I hit that last chord, throwing my pick-hand up into the air like I belonged next to Springsteen, I beamed back at her. I felt more elated than I ever had and I let out a loud and echoed whoop toward the sky. 
I continued to grin, energetic and buzzed. “So, do I suck?” I asked, cocking my brow and draping my arms over the guitar’s hollow body. 
Kylie’s smile spread over her face and her teeth sunk into her lower lip. “You already know the answer to that question.” 

 

Feeling alive and fearless, I tilted toward her, gently touching my forehead to hers. “You promised to be honest,” I reminded her. 

 

She wrinkled her nose, playfully shoving me away and I leaned back, laughing, drunk on my music. “You want honesty?” 
I nodded. “Yes, I do.” 
“’Music, when combined with a pleasurable idea, is poetry,’” she said. 
My eyebrows lifted and my mouth quirked into a sheepish little smile that probably would’ve embarrassed me, had she been anybody else. “Uh, what?” 
“Oh, it’s, um … it’s Poe. I memorize a lot of his quotes and stuff,” she said, her blush creeping over her cheekbones. “Well, anyway,” she continued, not waiting for a response, “I guess all I can really say is that, you are wasting your time building houses.” 

 

“You’ve never seen my houses,” I said pointedly. 

 

She found my eyes and held my gaze. “I don’t need to to know that you could never love anything as much as you love playing that guitar.” 
I just smiled and nodded, because It was then, in that moment, I truly knew there was one thing I could love more than that guitar, if she let me. 
 

 

Kelsey Kingsley lives in New York with her family and a cat named Ethel.
 
She believes there is nothing better than a good doughnut and a cup of tea, and that there is a song for everything.
 

 

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Bite & Release 3: Riley

Title: Bite & Release 3: Riley
Series: Bite & Release
Author: Cory Cyr
Genre: New Generation Romance
Release Date: August 17, 2018

 

Riley Michaels fought to be born, and the struggle never quite ended. The only son of Shea and Ryan Michaels, he has spent his entire twenty years attempting not to walk in his father’s shoes, except in taking over the family veterinarian business. Riley’s days are consumed with books, school, and work. He’s also harboring a secret—one no one will understand, especially his dad. Now his life has become even more complicated. His world of tranquility will be shaken and his resolve tested. 

 

Gabriella Tobin knows nothing about Riley, but everything about his father. She is attractive, hardworking, and has never wanted for anything. Being treated like a princess every day made each moment effortless, but now that she knows the truth, nothing can quell the ache in her heart.

 

 

 

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Beautiful Devil: Book One

 

 

Title: Beautiful Devil: Book One
Series: The Rockstar Duology #1
 
 
Author: Sharlyn G. Branson
 
Genre: New Adult Romance

Release
Date: August 18, 2018

 

Blurb
Sex, wild
parties and alcohol.
When you’re
the lead singer of a rock group, you don’t need to make much of an effort to
attract the attention of a hot chick—the music had already done that job for
you. And when you make her scream in bed, tightly gripping the sheets or
digging her nails into your back—it is mission complete.
Everybody
calls me the devil. I think they dubbed me that because they believe I’m
heartless. Perhaps they’re right…
I don’t
know the meaning of the word “love” and I’ve always tried to avoid emotions. I
suspect the reason for that is hidden in my past. I really have no idea and
don’t want to try to find the answer.
The only
question I’m still seeking answer to is: Why, since I met her, can’t I think of
anything other than the petite French woman with thick lips and the body of a
goddess, Emily Delon?

 

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Author Bio
Sharlyn G.
Branson is a Bestselling author of contemporary and new adult romance—BEAUTIFUL
DEVIL DUET, BETWEEN CLOUDS AND STARS
and THE LIMITS OF DESTINY SERIES (ranked #1 on Amazon USA, UK, Australia and
Canada). She is known for her sexy romance style that’s full of mystery and
emotions.
Sharlyn is
happily married and mother of a lovely boy. She is addicted to coffee and love
to travel around the world with her family.

 

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Filthy Fight

 

 

Title: Filthy Fight

Series: Hard N’ Dirty #2

Author: Alta Hensley
Genre: Sports/Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 18, 2018

 

Blurb

 

I know better than to fall for the bad boy, a disgraced boxer, a man
with demons.
I never mix business with pleasure.
My mind screams no, but my body demands.
Harder.
Faster.
More.
I’m no match for him when he fights dirty.
His dark past comes back to haunt us, but the secrets and hidden
intentions only pull me closer.
I should keep it clean, but I can’t resist the
Filthy Fight.

 

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She is also
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romance genre, Alta is known for her dark, gritty alpha heroes, sometimes sweet
love stories, hot eroticism, and engaging tales of the constant struggle
between dominance and submission.

 

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Mabel of the Anzacs

 

 

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A Friendship for the Ages

YA/Women’s Historical Fiction

Date Published:  July 2018

Publisher: AUSXIP Publishing

 

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Two women – one a fiery teenager, the other a cantankerous octogenarian – find their mutual antipathy blossoms into an unlikely friendship in this heart-felt multigenerational story about finding a kindred spirit where you least expect it.

 

Zoe Lambros meets Mabel Andrews, a mercurial, cantankerous World War I Australian nurse. Zoe’s introduction to the fiery octogenarian is an explosive mix of sound and fury. Neither woman wants to give ground and they are determined to be proven right. For Zoe, actions speak louder than words and she sets out to uncover the enigma that is Mabel Andrews. Mabel discovers a kindred spirit that leads to an unlikely friendship. Together the two women forge a close bond that will change their lives forever.

 

It’s a friendship for the ages..

 

 

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Mary D. Brooks is a geek with too many imaginary friends who speak different languages (knew those language classes would come in handy). She is a historical romance and urban fantasy storyteller and addicted to stories and song about strength and courage. Mary plays well with others (for an introvert) but then retreats to talk and write about her imaginary friends.  She is passionate about lots of things that inspire the mind (art/design, psychology, science and tech) and that sets her muse on fire (she’s a busy lady!).

 

 

 

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Mabel of the Anzaes

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A Friendship for the
Ages
YA/Women’s
Historical Fiction

Date Published:  July
2018

Publisher: AUSXIP
Publishing
 
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Two women – one a
fiery teenager, the other a cantankerous octogenarian – find their mutual antipathy blossoms into
an unlikely friendship in this heart-felt multigenerational story about finding a kindred spirit
where you least expect it.
Zoe Lambros meets
Mabel Andrews, a mercurial, cantankerous World War I Australian nurse. Zoe’s introduction to
the fiery octogenarian is an explosive mix of sound and fury. Neither woman wants to give
ground and they are determined to be proven right. For Zoe, actions speak louder than words and
she sets out to uncover the enigma that is Mabel Andrews. Mabel discovers a kindred spirit that
leads to an unlikely friendship. Together the two women forge a close bond that will change their
lives forever.
It’s a friendship for
the ages..
About the
Author

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Mary D. Brooks is a
geek with too many imaginary friends who speak different languages (knew those language
classes would come in handy). She is a historical romance and urban fantasy storyteller and
addicted to stories and song about strength and courage. Mary plays well with others (for an
introvert) but then retreats to talk and write about her imaginary friends.  She is passionate
about lots of things that inspire the mind (art/design, psychology, science and tech) and that sets
her muse on fire (she’s a busy lady!).
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Links
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