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Grace’s Kiss



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Romantic Suspense/Psychological Thriller

Date Published: September 2018


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Grace followed the rules. She always played it safe and never put her heart in jeopardy. Until the night she met Ryan. She’d never imagined that she could connect with an alpha male like him. Giving herself to him as he’d cradled her in his arms came naturally… until she sobered up. He was everything that she’d convinced herself she didn’t need. Or was he everything she needed?


Ryan balanced on a thin line of gray. He’d killed his share of demons but managed to live at peace with his actions. Then he met Grace, a woman who pushed all his buttons and shook him to his core. The need to have her overwhelmed him, but she kept shooting him down. Could he convince her that he was exactly what she needed?



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Karen Tjebben lives in central North Carolina with her wonderful husband, twin daughters, and two hamsters. When her girls left for kindergarten, Karen discovered that she needed to fill her days with something, and that was the beginning of her new career in writing. She loves to create worlds filled with unique characters that she hopes will delight and raise goose bumps on her readers. In her free time, she enjoys traveling with her husband and seeing the world through her daughters’ eyes.




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Drilled (Hard ‘n Dirty) from Ava Sinclair.

Drilled (Hard ‘n Dirty) from Ava Sinclair.

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“Do you want me to fuck you?” His voice is deep and warm in my ear, a molten growl. “If you want it, you have to say so.”

I can smell the musk of my arousal on his hot breath. His chest is slick and hard against my back.

I can still walk away. There’s still time. He’s giving me an out. I can feel his strength, but also his restraint. I feel something else, too- the sharp stab of shame at how deliciously filthy it feels to have the spike of his cock pressing into my ass through his pants. The

fabric is all that separates me from the feel of him thrusting into my drenched pussy, from being claimed by a man I’ve only just a met, a man from a world so different than mine. I feel like a fawn in a tiger’s grip.

Do you want me to consume you? The tiger is asking.

“Yes,” I say. “Yes, please.”

I expect him to take me from behind. I hope he will. But he is going to make me face what I’m asking for, to face him. Cal rises from the bed, turning me around. His eyes command me to lie down. I obey, reveling in his dominance. I look down at my own body. There’s a smudge of grease on my side. The insides of my thighs are slick. The room smells like sex. I’m still wearing my pumps. Who knew daddy’s girl could be such a little slut. I almost climax again from the thought of the change that’s come over me.

Cal is beside the bed, those big hands slowly undoing the clasp of his belt. I’m mesmerized by those hands, by what they have already done. My ass aches slightly from their squeeze; my nipples tingle as if those calloused thumbs are still abrading them.

He pushes his pants and briefs down together. His cock, released from its confines, springs up in freedom amid a thicket of dark curls. It’s huge like the rest of him, the knobby head crowned with a drop of pre-cum, the length mapped with a network of thick raised veins. My lips part, as I imagine him holding my hair and shoving that beautiful cock in the back of my throat as I whimper in submission.

What is wrong with me? I’ve always given head as a perfunctory act, but I want to taste Cal like he tasted me, want to know if his flavor is as salty and earthy as I imagine it would be. I don’t get the chance, though. As soon as Cal steps out of his pants, he lowers himself over me, and I feel the power of his naked body against mine. I’m delicate next to him, my skin slick with sweat. The whine of the air conditioner is barely a hum, the hot air of the room pressing us together. The only illumination is a shaft of early evening light coming through the slit in the room’s blackout curtains.

Cal lowers his mouth to mine. The tongue that just delved between my nether lips now parts the lips of my mouth, fencing with mine as his hands roam my body.

“So beautiful,” he says. “You’re so damn beautiful. Spread those legs for me, baby.”

It’s the same commanding tone he used when he told me to get in the truck, the simple comment stirring something in me that I didn’t even know existed, something manifest now as I part my thighs, crying out with something deeper than fulfillment as he pushes himself into me. His girth stretches me to the point of pleasure pain. I whimper as my legs go around him, sinking my teeth into his shoulder as our sweat-slick bodies begin to move, sliding against one another. I close my eyes, imagining our bodies as some kind of carnal machine, his cock a drill, plumbing and plumbing my well of pleasure. The sound of his breath, his moan…it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. I hug his slim hips with my thighs, the heel of one shoe spurring his back, urging him to fuck me harder. He heeds my wordless request, his hips moving like a piston, his heavy balls slapping against my ass.

“Come for me. Come for me now!” His tone is intense, the dark eyes more so. I can’t breathe, can’t speak. I can only fall into the void opened by the quaking climax. The shockwave that starts as a quiver becomes a strong ripple that milks his cock. He tenses just before I feel the sensation of his hot seed washing into me. My legs squeeze in time with his spurts. I hear a cry and realize it’s mine, realize that whoever is in the next room must have heard.

I don’t care. I don’t care. I don’t care. When it’s over and I come back to my senses, I will. But for now, for the first time in my life, I feel free.



Iris Tremaine is rich, sexy, beautiful, and way above my pay grade. But that’s not about to stop me.

The attraction is mutual and intense. Iris has never been with a man like me, a man who overwhelms her, a man who says and does things to her that her pedigreed boyfriends never dreamed of.

If her oil baron father finds out, losing my job will be the least of my worries. Roger Tremaine will never accept the thought of a common roustabout putting big, dirty hands on his little princess.

When Iris gets pulled into a plan to cover up the company’s poor safety record, she needs my help to expose the truth. Getting involved raises the stakes for both of us. When it comes down losing her inheritance or the rough love of the only man who’s ever given her real pleasure, which will Iris choose?


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Ava lives in southern Virginia, where she enjoys hoarding books, hiking, running, spoiling her cats, and spending time with her Eurasian eagle owl, Lucius.


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Flirting with Fire





Everyone knows that if you play with fire you’ll end up getting burned…

What happens when you attend a first responder’s bachelor auction with your best friends? Well, if your name is Madison Kelly like me, your friends end up bidding on a date for you with your high school crush.

That’s right. Even back when I was ‘Fatty Maddie’ to all my classmates, I had eyes for the quarterback of our football team. Not like I was the only one.

Mauro Bianco may fight fires for a living, but he still sets my heart ablaze. One look at the rugged, muscular man he’s turned into and I want to slide down his pole.

One date. That’s all I’m committed to. A few hours and I can tuck him back into that tattered old shoebox in my closet.

As always, the universe has other plans. I never would’ve predicted that in a matter of days he’d turn from my dream guy into my enemy.




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My brothers widen their stances, share a look of amusement and cock their eyebrows at me.

“Hate to break it to you, but Maddie didn’t bid on you. Lauren did.” Luca laughs while Cristian chuckles.

“I’m going out with a Madison and she didn’t go to our high school. Which reminds me.” I pull out my phone.

“Maddie is Madison, you idiot,” Luca says. “Her and Lauren were my year.”

“I went to high school with Madison?” I try to let her face come back to me, and though I can picture her bright blue eyes and long chestnut hair, nothing about her is familiar from high school.

“Yes, but she definitely wasn’t hanging out at the bonfires and football pep rallies.” Luca grabs his helmet off his bike. The only responsible thing I’ve seen him do in the last few years.

“Well, shit and she doesn’t even want to go out with me? Her friend bid on me?”

Luca straddles his bike with a grin. I look over to Cristian, but he’s putting his shirt back on and starts fiddling with his earbuds. They obviously think this conversation is over.

“Yeah, but we’re all in the same boat.” Cristian’s thumb moves over his phone screen. “Maddie’s awesome and I think you’ll have a good time with her.”

“She seemed pretty quiet and way too accommodating,” I say.

Luca kicks his stand up, letting the bike rock a little under him.

Cristian’s hands freeze on the screen of his phone. “And that’s bad?” he asks.

“I want a woman who knows what she wants. Has her own damn opinions. Doesn’t just agree with everything I say.”

Cristian peeks over his shoulder, a look of amusement that matches Luca’s. “You want a girl to come up and grab your nuts?”

“I want a girl who knows what her favorite food is, has an opinion about where she wants to go for dinner, likes whatever sports team she likes and doesn’t default to my favorites.” I stuff my hands into my pockets, digging out my keys for my truck.

“Well then, Maddie might not be the one. Like I said, she’s nice.” Cristian slaps me on the shoulder. “Treat her good though, okay?” He inserts one earbud.

“What do you think I’m going to do, leave her in Garfield Park?”

He puts his other earbud in. “That’s not even funny man. I have a friend in that district and the shit that goes down there…” He shakes his head.

Cristian loses the entire point of my statement—the fact I’m not a jackass. I’m not Luca.

“It’s one date,” I say. “And who knows, maybe she’s nice but still has a wild streak.”

Christian again glances over to Luca who’s smiling like he’s fucking Mickey Mouse.

“Well, good luck on your date,” he says.

Cristian jogs away and Luca’s bike starts up.

I head to my truck.

The conversation is over, but I’m curious now.

Where’s my damn yearbook?






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Hot Sexy Desire


Title: Hot Sexy Desire
Author: Nadia Lee
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: September 13, 2018


A hot new contemporary romance standalone from the New York Times and
USA Today Bestselling author Nadia Lee!

Hot. Sexy. Desirable.

Three words Antoine swore he’d never associate with me. It isn’t easy falling
for your older brother’s best friend, especially when he’s a sexy as hell,
hard-headed, over-protective alpha male. Unfortunately, he still treats me like
the little sister he never had.

When a topless picture of me hits the front page of a tabloid site, I get a
whole crop of stalkers and weirdos. The only man I know who can keep me safe is
Antoine Boucher. This time I won’t make it easy for him though.

Sexy lingerie–check.

Accidental power outage–check.

Seductive candles–check.

Robe that accidentally opens for a peep show…


Hot. Sexy. Desirable.

Three words I should never associate with Kristen…but I do. It’s wrong, of
course. Not only is she my best friend’s baby sister, but I’m not exactly the
kind of guy who takes girls home to meet my mother. Just ask my exes.

My mom, however, would be ecstatic if I brought home a girl. Especially since
my eccentric grandfather came up with this crazy scheme to get me to marry and
produce an heir in order to inherit his billion dollar fortune. Mom is nagging
me to go for it, but no thanks. I don’t need Grandpa’s money. I have plenty of
my own.

When a freak breaks into Kristen’s apartment–nude–I know what I have to

Watch over Kristen 24/7.

Keep my hands to myself.

Make sure my meddling mom never learns about the situation.

Piece of cake, right?




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I absorb
the scene around me, feeling like an observer looking in from far away. It
seems crazy I’m in the center of this…insanity. My small apartment buzzes with
activity. Four cops fill the living room and bedroom. The pervert is face-down
on the living room floor, wrists cuffed tight. He’s bleeding from a gash on his
forehead and from his mouth and nose, staining the carpet.
Pink roses
are scattered on the floor. They’re from my brother’s wedding ceremony. Ming
Ming told me I should take them because they’d be good for about a week and do
wonders for my home. Well, they’re toast now. Somehow the vase survived the
head smashing. Guess the human head isn’t as hard as I thought.
I dropped the vase as soon as it hit him, ready to kick the guy the way—and in
the place—he deserved. I’ve been taking self-defense courses since my
kidnapping scare, and I wasn’t going to be a victim.
Antoine, appearing out of nowhere, pushed me behind him and took care of the
beating up himself.
The cop who
looks the nicest and most understanding out of the bunch took my statement
already, and now I’m waiting for them to be done with Antoine. From time to
time, they steal a glance in my direction. I feel my shoulders rising. They’re
probably judging me. A topless girl flashing an underage boy. She probably
asked for this
After what
feels like an eternity, I’m allowed to leave, along with my purse, laptop bag
and a carry-on case with toiletries and a change of clothes and shoes. Antoine
and a couple of officers escort me out.
There’s a
swarm of paparazzi outside. “Fucking vultures,” Antoine says.
worry. We’ve got guys to run interference for you,” the nice cop says from
behind us. Officer Brady, I remember now. Mr. Understanding. He looks
all-American wholesome, with golden hair and sky-blue eyes, smile lines fanning
from the corners.
enough, there are officers pushing a sizable crowd of paparazzi away from me
and Antoine as we make our way to the SUV. Antoine shields me as he helps me
inside the car, and he moves quickly getting in. Then he honks once and starts
moving the vehicle with more speed and menace than I expected.
paparazzi part. They can probably sense Antoine is very willing to mow them all
down if they don’t get out of the way.
I glance in
Antoine’s direction. His jaw’s tight, muscles bunching and un-bunching. Crap.
He’s mad.
Then I
notice the blood on his knuckles. “Are you all right?”
He looks at
me like I’m crazy. “Of course.”
blood on your hand.”
He flexes
it around the steering wheel. “I didn’t feel anything when I punched him, and I
don’t feel it now either. Not my blood, anyway.” He adds under his breath,
“Fucking papholes.”
This is a
serious situation. A pervert violated my home and sense of safety. The stains I
later noticed on my sheets made it obvious what nauseating things the creep was
doing while waiting for me to come home. I’m going to have to get rid of the
bed now. That sleazy site is trying to paint me as some kind of whore who
doesn’t deserve any consideration or decency, and many, many people are piling
But I can’t
help it. I snort, then giggle uncontrollably even as my eyes prickle with
tears. I place a hand over my belly as the muscles there clench hard.
Antoine gives me the look normally reserved for a ticking time bomb. “Are you
all right?”
could’ve been worse. What can I do except laugh?” I wipe the tears from my
eyes. “I’m not going to cry, Antoine. I’m not giving them that much power.”
shoulders relax a fraction. “Good.”
I sit for a
bit, then say, “I’m sorry you missed the look on his face when I picked up the
vase and started screaming.”
“Did he
look terrified?”
“Ready to
piss himself.”
A corner of
his lips quirks up. “You need to work on your scary face. I didn’t see any
puddle of piss when I busted in there.”
gross.” I giggle again. “It’s bad enough that he bled all over the living room
what incinerators are for. Afterward, you can redecorate your place the way you
see fit.” Antoine says with mock seriousness, “With pink carpet.”
favorite color.” He shoots me a teasing grin. “Isn’t it?”
It is. And
suddenly I’m feeling all giddy he noticed.
My phone
rings. The screen says Dominic. I inhale, then add an extra bit of perkiness to
my voice and hit the green button. “Hey, brother! How’s Bora Bora? Getting
bored with paradise yet?”
makes a face and shakes his head almost imperceptibly. Guess I overdid it.
the hell is going on?
” Dominic demands.
“What he
means is, ‘Are you all right, Kristen?’” Liza says, her voice laced with
fine,” I say. “I’m okay.”
“Are you
alone?” she asks, then makes a soothing noise, probably for my brother. I can
picture her running a hand down his shoulder and arm.
“No. I’m in
a car with Antoine.”
probably be easier and faster with all of us on speaker,” she says.
“Okay.” I
hit a few buttons on the console, and my phone’s connected to the Bluetooth
speakers in the car.
“I got a
call from the police,” Liza explains.
I almost
forgot. LAPD and the sheriff’s department all think she walks on water. She’s
raised so much money for both over the years.
“A naked
rapist in your room, Kristen! This… Argh!” Dominic can’t even continue. I’ve
never heard my older brother at a loss for words.
happened,” I say. “The only thing that’s hurt is his head…which I bashed with a
vase. Also, Antoine hit him. Like, really hard.” The memory of his fist
connecting with the creep’s face is still satisfying.
man,” Dominic says. “I owe you one.”
Antoine says. “What are friends for?”
“We had no
idea,” Liza says. “We’re both off the Internet. If I’d known what the Blaze
did, I would’ve had Tolyan deal with them.”
No! Not
Not that I
don’t like him, but getting Tolyan involved would mean no Antoine.
“He called
me,” Antoine says. “I told him I’d handle it.”
you did…?
I feel a little bit more optimistic.
obviously can’t stay at her place now,” Dominic says.
Antoine agrees.
“I’m not
doing hotels forever,” I say, doing my best not to bounce around. But
Antoine can stay with me to keep me safe!
What a brilliant idea. Not that
I’m going to say that out loud because if I do, Antoine will do the exact
opposite. The man can be positively perverse.
“I wasn’t
going to suggest that,” Dominic says. “You should stay at my place until this
dies down.”
I make a
face. Dominic’s penthouse has excellent security. But at the same time, I’ve
worked very hard to establish my independence and make my own way in the world.
That’s why I live in a small apartment that I can afford, rather than the big,
swanky place he wanted to rent for me. I never want to be known as “that girl
who mooches off her rich brother.”
Dominic should’ve done is suggest I stay at Antoine’s place…
right,” Liza says. “You have to be careful.”
“But I’m
nobody!” I protest.
“What you
are is a fresh, juicy target,” Liza says. “Famous without any scandal attached
to her name yet.”
expression turns stormy.
continues, “I called Ryder, and he’s going to have his people handle things for
you. You don’t have to do anything except sit tight and let them work their
Oh my.
Normally I would be squealing at the mention of her brother Ryder Reed. He’s
one of the hottest leading men in Hollywood. Voted the Sexiest Man Alive four
times, he has the face and body to match the title, with the kind of blue eyes
that can make a woman’s heart stop. Unlike some stars who are only pretty in
pictures, he’s fabulous looking in real life too, almost unnaturally so. He
struck me dumb when Liza introduced us.
But despite
all that, he isn’t my type…because my kind of guy is Antoine. I glance at my
perfect man and give him a small smile.
grows more serious. “She didn’t ask for the publicity,” he points out, his
voice flatter than a squished pancake.
precisely why Ryder’s team is going to handle it,” Liza says. “They can do
whatever necessary to minimize the damage, and restore normalcy to her life as
quickly as possible. They’re experts at this.”
“She still
needs a bodyguard,” Dominic says, talking like I’m not present for the
conversation. “I’m not having her run around free for some pervert to grab or
flash or whatever.”
“I agree.
Someone professional, un-bribable and loyal,” Liza adds.
like Antoine!
Dominic says.
Great minds think alike!
“There’s no
one else I trust more,” my brother adds.
Liza’s voice is lighter.
brow furrows as my brother and his wife go on and on about how perfect Antoine
is. Oh no. He’s going to find a way to excuse himself.
No, no,

“I think—”
“Fine, I’ll
handle it personally,” Antoine says.
Oh my God,
did he just say fine? I pump my fist. “Yes!
Dominic and Liza say at the same time, while Antoine glances over.
My cheeks
heat, and I cover them with my palms, doing my best not to grin like an idiot.
I should be ridiculously embarrassed, but I’m too happy to care. Finally,
something has gone right on this disastrous day. And the pleasure’s going to be
all mine.


Author Bio
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Nadia Lee writes sexy,
emotional contemporary romance. Born with a love for excellent food, travel and
adventure, she has lived in four different countries, kissed stingrays, been
bitten by a shark, ridden an elephant and petted tigers.
Currently, she shares a condo overlooking a small river and sakura
trees in Japan with her husband and son. When she’s not writing, she can be
found reading books by her favorite authors or planning another trip.
Stay in touch with her via her website,, or her


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My Beautiful Suicide

Title: My Beautiful Suicide

Author: Atty Eve

Genre: Psychological Thriller

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Cosette has a rough life, but it isn’t until she accidentally kills someone that Cosette makes the decision to end it. Unwilling to hurt friends and family, Cosette feels the best method of suicide is to become a victim. But when she goes out and gets attacked; instincts take over and she ends up killing her attackers. Guilty, desperate, and scared, Cosette does the unthinkable.


Cosette Hugo thought she had fulfilled her wish for a beautiful suicide… but she survived. As she begins the slow road to recovery, the guilt of what she has done has become overwhelming. She vows to put her murderous alter ego, Bonnie, behind her forever. In order to do this, Cosette must rescue Hilda and keep the truth about Hilda’s kidnapping a secret. During the rescue things go wrong, and Cosette is forced to kill again. This wakes up Bonnie, now stronger than ever. Tired of the inside turmoil, Cosette has to decide who is going to be in control.

I was born and raised in Colorado Springs, Colorado. I grew up with a faithful Christian mother and a short-tempered, alcoholic father. My escape was reading and music. I think I was the only kid with my nose in a book during the Air Force Academy football games.

As a rebellious teen, I was very self-destructive and always getting into trouble. Needing a change, I followed my father’s footsteps and joined the Air Force.

During my four-year enlistment, I was stationed at Nellis AFB in Las Vegas,

Nevada, where I met my wonderful husband. After our tour ended, we moved to Southern Indiana, on the outskirts of Louisville, Kentucky. I have two teenage sons whom I try to embarrass but have yet to succeed.

Now, as the president of Kentuckiana Authors, I coordinate book fairs, signings, and parties for the group. This keeps me busy along with my writing.

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Brutal Curse

Title: Brutal Curse

Author: Casey L. Bond

Genre: YA Epic Fantasy, Fairy Tale Retelling

Editor: Stacy Sanford/ The Girl with the Red Pen

Cover Designer: Melissa Stevens/ The Illustrated Author Design Services

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Prince Carden of Tierney lost his home, family, and claim to the throne in one fell swoop when he rebelled against his father for a cause he knew was right. Instead of wallowing in despair, he embarks on a new journey, starting a new life on the Southern Isle. When he finds himself caught in a web woven by the famously ruthless fae queen, Coeur, he insults her and she vows to teach him the most difficult and heart-breaking lesson he will ever learn: that humans are incapable of love, and that hearts are beastly things.

Arabella wasn’t really living, she was existing and surviving as best she could.  A chance encounter with Carden changes everything for her, but the deadly game he’s dragged her into might cost her life.

Still, she agrees to play. The rules the fae queen gives them are vague, and it’s obvious there are things Queen Coeur isn’t telling them. She’s sure of it. But what she does know is that together, she and Carden must pass a series of tests and trials. If

they fail, game over. But if they succeed, she just might be able to restore her family and carve out the life she’s always envisioned.

Award-winning author Casey L. Bond resides in Milton, West Virginia with her husband and their two beautiful

daughters. When she’s not busy being a domestic goddess and chasing her baby girls, she loves to write young adult and new adult fiction.

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The Genes of Isis

The Genes of Isis
by Justin Newland
Genre: Epic Fantasy
Akasha is a precocious young girl with dreams of motherhood. She lives in a
fantastical world where most of the oceans circulate in the
aquamarine sky waters.
Before she was born, the Helios, a tribe of angels from the sun, came to
Earth to deliver the Surge, the next step in the evolution of an
embryonic human race. Instead they spawned a race of hybrids and
infected humanity with a hybrid seed.
Horque manifests on Earth with another tribe of angels, the Solarii, to
rescue the genetic mix-up and release the Surge.
Akasha embarks on a journey from maiden to mother and from apprentice to
priestess then has a premonition that a great flood is imminent. All
three races – humans, hybrids and Solarii – face extinction.
With their world in crisis, Akasha and Horque meet, and a sublime love
flashes between them. Is this a cause of hope for humanity and the
Solarii? Or will the hybrids destroy them both? Will anyone survive
the killing waters of the coming apocalypse?
JUSTIN NEWLAND writes historical, fantasy and speculative fiction with a
supernatural bent.
His first novel, The Genes of Isis (Matador, 2018), is an epic
fantasy set under Ancient Egyptian skies.
His second novel, The Old Dragon’s Head (Matador), is a historical
fantasy set in Old China and is due out in November 2018.
His work in progress is a historical novel set in Prussia during the
Enlightenment in the 1760’s.
His stories add a touch of the supernatural to history and deal with the
existential themes of war, religion, evolution and the human’s
place in the universe.
He lives with his partner in plain sight of the Mendip Hills in
Somerset, England.
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The Wilderness by Author Rosalind Abel

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Lavender Shores Book 8 is OUT NOW!

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Will Epstein had it all—playboy good looks, wealth and prestige, and a gorgeous fiancé to costar with him on a reality television show. But that was years ago, before he was abandoned at the altar on national television. In the aftermath, Will’s world completely crumbled, leaving him humiliated, alone and lost.


Andre Rivera married his first love and lived a dream life until tragedy stepped in. His wife’s sudden death left him devastated and struggling to build a life for his young daughter. Being a pilot offers Andre a sense of freedom from Lavender Shores, but he feels trapped in his grief and unable to move forward.


A shared sense of loss fosters a surprising friendship between Will and Andre, giving them both the salvation they need. But when feelings cross the lines of friendship and secrets are revealed, Will and Andre have to confront their own fears.


Amid the gold of a Lavender Shores autumn, Will and Andre must grasp their chance at love… before it slips away.

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Rosalind Abel grew up tending chickens alongside her sweet and faithful Chow, Lord Elgin. While her fantasy of writing novels was born during her teen years, she never would have dreamed she’d one day publish steamy romances about gorgeous men. However, sometimes life turns out better than planned.

In between crafting scorching sex scenes and helping her men find their soul mates, Rosalind enjoys cooking, collecting toys, and making the best damn scrapbooks in the world (this claim hasn’t been proven, but she’s willing to put good money on it).

She adores MM Romance, the power it has to sweep the reader away into worlds filled with passion, steam, and love. Rosalind also enjoys her collection of plot bunnies and welcomes new fuzzy ones into her home all the time, so feel free to send any adorable ones her way.

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Kaznachei’s Pain by V.F. Mason


She changed everything. And demanded it all.
Kaznachei’s Pain by V.F. Mason is releasing on October 4th!

A long time ago, life was nothing but never-ending suffering.

The brotherhood welcomed me with open arms, giving me a chance even though I hated everything about it.

For years I lived on the edge of desperation, seeking solace in things that never gave me peace.

Until she showed up, changing everything…and demanding it all.

A beautiful yet stubborn FBI agent who made me crazy with every breath she took.

Unfortunately, her presence awakened the evils of my past that would not rest until they destroyed what I held dear to my heart.