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Beaten Heart

Title: Beaten Heart
Series: The Forever Love Collection Book 2
Author: Hazel Robinson
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: September 23, 2018
People say getting out is the hardest part, but they are wrong, they have no idea. The hardest part is getting out and staying out, it’s adjusting your life to a whole new way, it’s healing wounds that they can’t see, it’s learning to be strong.
It’s learning to trust again. Scars run deeper than the surface. 
Mandy was forced to run for her survival. And although leaving her life and hiding out was never going to be easy, she wasn’t ready for the challenges it was going to present. 
The greatest challenge of them all is the fear of falling in love again, but when her fate entwines with Billy’s, she is forced to face her demons and make a choice that will either destroy or save them both. 
Another moving and page-turning addition of the Forever Love Series; a collection of novellas with heart, tears and laughter.


Hazel Robinson is the UK author of contemporary and new adult romance, uniquely blending tragedy and romance.
She first began her journey with a passion for reading until one day a particular book struck Hazel so much she decided to write down a story that she kept hidden in her mind for years – Something Missing.

When she isn’t writing she is watching her favourite TV series ‘Supernatural’ or spending time with her three children and husband



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Gym Junkie


Title: Gym Junkie
Author: T L Swan
Genre: Red Hot Contemporary Romance
Release Date: September 23, 2018




We’ve all done it, salivated
Over a guy at the gym, imagined the unimaginable.
Wanted what we can’t have.
Only my fantasy has turned into an obsession.
Every night like clockwork he’s there.
Every night like clockwork I’m ready.
I’m not the kind of girl who does this kind of thing and 
he’s exactly the kind of man that does.
He’s as sexy AF.
Dominant as all hell.
Built like a machine.
And when he turns up at my work
My worst f**king nightmare.




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I swipe my
key through the door scanner.  It’s 9:35 p.m and I’m late. After not
wanting to come at all, and deliberating the whole thing for over an hour in
the shower, I’m finally here.
I’m not
really sure why, but what the hell. It can’t hurt, I suppose.
I walk into
the gym and take a look around. There are a few guys working out at the back,
plus a girl on the treadmill.
Great. He’s not
even here. 
All that
over-analysing for nothing
Damn it.
making my way onto the treadmill I start walking. I turn up the speed and begin
to walk faster. I suppose I’ll have to actually work out then. What an
anticlimax. I spent over an hour psyching myself up to be here, and he doesn’t
even show up.
All men
piss me off.
Oh well,
it’s his loss. 
Turning up
the speed, I begin to jog, getting lost in the repetition. But when I look up
into the mirror, I see him. There he is. He’s sitting on the weights bench in
the corner, and flashing a slow sexy smile my way. He’s wearing a white T-shirt
and navy sports shorts.
My stomach
dances with excitement. I force him a smile, and then I look down, pretending
to be uninterested.
God, he’s
probably just a prop in this place. That’s what I would do if I owned a gym:
pay gorgeous guys to hang out and make the girls swoon. It makes good business
sense, that’s for sure.
I run for
fifteen minutes, and he does weights as he watches me. To be honest, I wish he
would look away because I’m dying over here. I can’t run for this long
naturally. I’m totally showing off. I may go ass over tit at any moment and
skin my knee to the bone.
One man
finally leaves the gym, and then five minutes later the other one follows. The
group of guys walk out the back, leaving only one woman in the gym who is doing
sit ups. His eyes trail over to her, and I wonder is he thinking the same thing
as me.
Buzz off,
woman. Why are you in the gym so late, stupid?
I stop running
and bring the treadmill back to a walking pace. I wipe my face with my towel,
grateful when the lady packs up her things and leaves through the front door.
eyes find mine in the mirror and a dark smile crosses his face.
Shit. My
heart begins to beat faster. I keep walking, and he stands to make his way over
to me.
“Hello,” he
I smile
goofily. “Hi.” Why does he have to be so damn sexy? I can’t even pretend to be
He puts his
hand over mine on the handrail, and I feel an energy zap between us.
“I’ve been
thinking about you all day,” he says.
My eyes
hold his as my stomach flips. “Y-you have?” I pant.
He nods
slowly, his eyes not leaving mine for a single second. 
“What were
you thinking about?” I ask.
“I was
thinking that I need to talk to you in private.”

God, is he for real?  “Is that so?” I look around the empty gym. “Is
that why you had to wait for everyone to leave to come and talk to me?”

“Well, I
didn’t want anyone to be suspicious of the two of us talking the other night in
the bathroom.”

I smirk. “Is that what you call it?”
He smiles
sexily, and my stomach clenches yet again. Don’t smile at me like that.
“Yes.” He
pauses as he rolls his lips, as if amused. “It was a very stimulating conversation.”

I smile as I continue to walk.

“For some
more than others,” he adds.

Unable to
help it, I laugh. “Yes, it was a very stimulating conversation
that we had the other night.”
His eyes
hold mine. “Did you enjoy it?”
What’s it
going to be? I get a vision of Simon last night with that girl.
Sink or
“I did.”
Our eyes are locked. “Very much, actually.”
this guy makes me want to be a dirty whore.
flashes across his face and he licks his lips. He runs his hand up my forearm,
his eyes following his touch. “I have something else to tell you.”
I act
surprised. “You do?”
“I do.”
“What is
“I can’t
tell you here, Pocket.” His eyes rise to my lips.
“Why not?”
I feel the burn of his gaze.
He takes
his hand off my arm, and it causes me to frown. I hate the loss of his touch.
“So, where do you want to tell me this private information?” I ask as I play
“We should
probably talk where we talked last time.” He rolls his lips to hide his smile,
he likes this game.
“Really?” I
widen my eyes.
He nods
slowly. “Really.”
I continue
to walk on the treadmill.
“So, I’m
going to go into the discussion room now.”
discussion room?” I widen my eyes and laugh. “You are something else.”
“I know,”
he chuckles, and then gestures up to the ceiling. I look up, following his
There’s a
“I’m going
to go into the discussion room, and in five minutes, you should do the same.”
they’ll see us?” I whisper.
“No, they
won’t. Once you come into the bathroom, you just have to stay in there for five
minutes. If we don’t enter or leave together, the tapes won’t be looked at. Not
unless there is an incident and they have to be watched back.
“Oh.” I
frown, and without another word he disappears up the hall with his gym bag. I
walk for another five minutes with my heart beating out of control. This is so
naughty, so freaking hot, and I have to say, so out of character for me that
it’s not even funny.
I’ll just
go and talk to him—see what he has to say. I hope he kisses me again. His kiss
was to die for. Who the heck is this guy, anyway?
I would
never do this. I am not the sort of girl who meets up with guys in a public
bathroom.  My eyes flicker to the hallway as my excitement runs
through me. 
Am I?
I hit stop
on the treadmill with my heart hammering in my chest. I take my towel and drink
bottle, and then I walk up the hall to the bathrooms. I look up and see the
camera at the end of the hall positioned so it shows all of the five bathroom
doors clearly. I drop my head to hide my face.
As long as
I don’t walk back out, he said I’m fine.
God, if
anyone ever knew I was doing this, I’d die.
I walk to
the end door and take the handle in my hand. I pause for a moment and close my
eyes. My heart is banging, and I look back up the hall one more time. Should I
go? No. Just do it.
I open the
door and rush in, quickly closing the door behind me. I flick the lock and turn
The room is
filled with steam and the shower screen is open. Brock is naked in the shower
when he turns to face me.
His large
shoulders and chest have soap over them, and his hair is already wet. His
stomach is rippled with muscles, and his huge hard cock hangs heavily between
his legs.
He smiles
sexily. “Took your time, Pocket.”
Oh, dear
God. Holy. Fucking. Shit.
“Brock!” I
frown as I stare at him. “What the hell are you doing?”
I glance
back to the door, damn it. I can’t leave for a few minutes.
He looks at
me casually and rubs the soap in across his chest. “Taking a shower, what does
it look like?”
incredible.” I shake my head in disgust. “I’m leaving right now.”
“Why?” He
gives me a slow sexy smile and holds his hands out to the side. “Taking a
shower is a perfectly natural thing. I wanted to be clean for our
“You want
to have a conversation with me with,” I gesture to his groin, “with your dick
hanging out.”
He looks
down at himself, and then back up at me. “Does my dick offend you?”
“Yes,” I
gasp. “Your dick offends me.”
I glance
down again. That is the most beautiful dick I’ve ever seen. Okay, sure, I
haven’t seen many, but I’m still sure it’s the most perfect one there is. For
fuck’s sake, this guy is so over confident, I don’t even have words to describe
him, and why the hell is it turning me on?
This is
un-fucking-believable. How on earth did I get myself into this situation?
continues to rub soap over his chest, eventually lathering his groin area up,
too. I have to concentrate on not looking down again.  
“Why?” he
I frown.
“Because… because…” I look around as I search for the right choice of words.
“It’s the assumption you make that I am comfortable with you being naked when I’m
not.” I shake my head and throw my hands in the air. “I’m so not.”
“If it
makes you feel more comfortable, I am completely fine with you taking your
clothes off, too.” He shrugs casually. “You know, for our discussion.”
I smirk. Of
all the hide. “You’re an idiot.”
He smiles
that sexy smile again, and I feel my insides begin to melt. “I prefer to think
I’m just honest.”
“How is
this being honest?”
“Well.” He
pauses as a moment as he soaps his groin up again.
“Will you
stop doing that!” I snap. “It’s very distracting.” I concentrate hard on
keeping my eyes focused on his face.
“Big dicks
don’t lie,” he says, raising his brow.
I stare at him, completely lost for words, even though I
really want to howl with laughter. “You did not just say


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Dating the Enemy by Nicole Williams






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Ms. Romance, Hannah Arden, writes one of the top read relationship advice columns in the nation. Mr. Reality, Brooks North, writes the top read relationship advice column.

Ms. Romance believes in true love and soul mates. Mr. Reality believes love is a term humanity has assigned to the primal instinct to procreate. She believes in fate—he in chance. She knows there’s one right person for everyone—he knows there are multiple ones. The two writers couldn’t be more polarized on relationships. They’re professional rivals, and philosophical antagonists.

For eight years, their battles have been fought with words and ink. That changes when they apply for the same position at the World Times and find themselves face-to-face for the first time. Brooks isn’t the sour-faced, antiquity of a man Hannah pictured. And Hannah isn’t exactly the middle-aged shrew with cat hair on her housedress that Brooks imagined either.

In lieu of competing for the promotion traditional ways, the two writers are presented with playing the leading roles in a social experiment unlike any before. Can a person be tricked into falling in love? Can a relationship be crafted under the right string of circumstances? Hannah knows the answer. So does Brooks.

Agreeing to the terms, the two set out on a three-month dating experiment, live-streamed for the world to watch. All Hannah has to do to win is not fall in love with the narcissistic brute. All Brooks has to do is get the starry-eyed dreamer to fall in love with him. Both are so confident in their philosophies, they expect the challenge to be easy.

With the world watching, Brooks and Hannah will be forced to confront their beliefs and conclude, once and for all, who’s right. The answer is one neither of them saw coming.





“So?” His head lowered toward mine. “Have you fallen in love with me yet?”
A single-noted laugh escaped from me. “No. Sorry to burst your bubble.”
“You know it’s only a matter of time.”
“Before our three months are up and, lo and behold, I haven’t fallen madly in love with you?” I said. “Yeah, I know that.”
He held out my glass of cider, scooting closer. “Am I really that offensive?”
“Taken as a whole, no, you’re not. But taking this whole set-up into account, along with your beliefs that love is for weak-minded ninnies, then yes. You really are so offensive.”
A half smile emerged. “What do your readers think about this whole thing?”
“My readers definitely don’t want me falling for you,” I answered.
“But your readers love romance, and some handsome, roguish fellow taking your hand in a park while you’re dressed in a white dress is the definition of romance.” Right then, Brooks’s hand covered mine where it was resting on the blanket.
Instead of stiffening or whipping away, I found myself relaxing under his touch. The camera’s presence screamed at me from the corner of my eye.
“My readers believe in finding the one.” My hand slipped from beneath his. “Not the one who takes your hand and pretends to like you so he gets the promotion.”
“Who says I couldn’t be your one?”
I laughed. “Even I don’t need to run the numbers to know that has about a one-in-an-impossible chance of happening.”
Brooks slid his glasses onto his head, his eyes unapologetic in their stare. “You and me? You couldn’t see it?”
“Not even a little.” I had to look away. “When it’s right, you know it. You feel it.”
Brooks’s head shook before he took a drink of his cider. “I admit, it’s a nice idea. But don’t you feel it inside? The realization that it’s just not true?” He stared out at the park and the people in it.
I gazed with him, trying to ignore that pit opening up in my stomach. “I’d rather spend my life chasing a dream than swallowing a cruel reality.”
“You’d rather spend your life lying to yourself than being honest?” Brooks asked.
“I don’t think any of what I believe is a lie. Soul mates, unconditional love, happy endings—it’s all real.”
“Fairy tales,” he muttered under his breath. “So explain why a marriage dissolves after twenty years because of fifteen minutes of indiscretion.”
Reaching for my glass, I answered, “It wouldn’t have if he kept it in his pants.”
He blew out a sharp breath. “No, that’s like saying twenty years, our kids, our house, our finances, everything is worth less than that fifteen minutes of fucking.” His arms threw out, his tone rather impassioned. “That’s not unconditional love. That’s the very conditional kind.”
“You’re right. It is the conditional kind. On the part of the one who engaged in the fifteen minutes of extra marital . . .” I just caught the cameraman’s hands flailing before I said, “Screwing. That was one-sided unconditional love, and that never works in a relationship.”
One of his brows rose. “That’s a convenient explanation. But I’ll stick to my beliefs that all of that unconditional love junk is worth its weight in bullshit.”
I shot the cameraman an apologetic look—so much for keeping this date in the PG realm. “Then how do you explain the couples it has worked for? The ones who live a long, happy, committed relationship together.”
“I call it a case of two determined people willing to overlook each other’s weaknesses and not be hell-bent on changing or fixing the other, who’ve figured out a way to laugh at themselves, forgive easily—not to mention often—perfect the fine balance of selflessness and selfish, and on top of that, won the relationship lottery.” Brooks clinked his glass against mine before finishing what was left of his cider. “That’s how I explain that.”
I blinked at him. “Wow. Don’t hold back or anything.”
“That’s just half of it.”

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Nicole Williams is the New York Times and USATODAY bestselling author of contemporary and young adult romance, including the Crash and Lost & Found series. Her books have been published by HarperTeen and Simon & Schuster in both domestic and foreign markets, while she continues to self-publish additional titles. She is working on a new YA series with Crown Books (a division of Random House) as well. She loves romance, from the sweet to the steamy, and writes stories about characters in search of their happily even after. She grew up surrounded by books and plans on writing until the day she dies, even if it’s just for her own personal enjoyment. She still buys paperbacks because she’s all nostalgic like that, but her kindle never goes neglected for too long. When not writing, she spends her time with her husband and daughter, and whatever time’s left over she’s forced to fit too many hobbies into too little time.

Nicole is represented by Jane Dystel, of Dystel and Goderich Literary Agency.




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Craving Dragonflies



Title: Craving Dragonflies

Series: Chasing Butterflies #4

Author: Terri E. Laine
Genre: New Adult/College Sports Romance
Release Date: September 23, 2018


One of us is innocent and the other far from
senior Willow Young has two goals this year: to graduate and lose her v-card.
The first seems easy and the second almost impossible. Guys don’t notice her
when Celeste, her roommate and step-sister, is considered the hottest girl on
campus. When Ashton Westborough, a gorgeous football player, comes to her
rescue in more ways than one, she stupidly falls hard for him even though the
walls to his heart are impenetrable.
When they end up in his room… his bed, he is
powerless to stop what happens next.
Ashton has
no intention of playing professional football after graduation no matter how
good he is. Though he has no idea where the future will lead him, anywhere is
better than the shitty childhood he endured. One thing he knows for sure is
that he’s done with love. The idea of using mindless sex to forget the past may
be the best idea. When Willow and her mass of sunlit curls repeatedly find
their way in his tortured thoughts, he vows not to let his darkness consume
her. After one sizzling night together, he’s the one surprised to find himself
unable to let go.


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Terri E.
Laine, USA Today bestselling author, left a lucrative career as a CPA to pursue
her love for writing. Outside of her roles as a wife and mother of three, she’s
always been a dreamer and as such became an avid reader at a young age.
Many years later, she got a crazy idea to write a novel and set out to try to
publish it. With over a dozen titles published under various pen names, the
rest is history. Her journey has been a blessing, and a dream realized. She
looks forward to many more memories to come.

You can find more about her books at


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From the Halls of Cuba

From the Halls of Cuba
by C E Porch
Genre: Historical Fiction

This is the story of an American family becoming part of the Cuban fabric

before and after the Spanish-American War 1898 with all its

exhilaration, corruption, and exploitation. It is a story with

fictional characters set in real events and the failed attempts to

regain a lost life…all leading its American characters to

participate in Indochina during WW II, the Bay of Pigs and into the

Vietnam War.

C.E. Porch is a retired lawyer, whose father had a business in Cuba before

Fidel, and he jumped out of a lot of “perfectly good airplanes”

with his green beret stuffed inside his US Army fatigue jacket.

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Survival Island

Survival Island
by Matt Drabble
Genre: Horror, Thriller, Mystery

“Matt Drabble is a name that will one day be as widely recognized as

Stephen King & Dean Koontz


A new Horror/Thriller/Mystery from the Best Selling & Multi Award

Winning Author of “Gated” “Asylum” & “Abra-Cadaver

Clayton is a small island community cut off from the mainland. They keep to

themselves and they like it that way.

As far as the locals are concerned there are Islanders and there are Mainlanders.
But the locals don’t quite have the island all to themselves.

Depending on who you talk to on the island The chosen Order of the

Nine Divines

are either a peaceful religious order or a dangerous cult. Solomon

Abel had been the Father to the order, Known locally as The Niners,

for his entire adult life but he is an old man now and the younger

member, including his own son, are growing tired of the old ways.

As far as Clayton Island is concerned a Clayton has held sway across the

land, a birthright currently owned by Dale Clayton. He is a man

haunted by the iron fist of his father and drowning in his own

inadequacy. The Islanders act like they respect him, but he imagines

it’s only to his face.

For centuries the two communities have live side by side, until now.
With the local timber mill folding the Dale Clayton is left with no choice

but to listen to mainland developers. Smart suited men who seek to exploit the

island’s natural beauty for their own gain.

Arriving with the developers is an old face returning.
Ashley Quinn hasn’t set foot on her homeland for almost 20 years and
she had no desire to be here, but her job was the one stable thing left in her life

since the divorce and she was barely hanging on to the life that she’d fought

so hard to make.

The people of Clayton Island haven’t changed,

they’ve only gotten older, some she is glad to see and others not so


With tensions rising fast between those who want the

future and those who want to hold onto the past Ashley finds herself

caught in the middle. And when it is discovered that The Niners are

sitting on the most valuable land on the island there are those who

will do anything to take it and those who will do anything to defend it.

There is a powder keg on Clayton and it will only take a

single spark to burn the whole place down. Alliances and enemies are

formed with many hiding their true intentions and no one is what they

seem, because when two tribes go to war, everyone dies.

Born in Bath, England in 1974, a self-professed “funny onion”,

equal parts sport loving jock and comic book geek. I am a lover of

horror and character driven stories. I am also an A.S sufferer who

took to writing full time two years ago after being forced to give up

the day job.

I have a career high position of 5th on Amazon’s Horror Author Rank of

which I am immensely proud. I was also accepted as a full member of

the Horror Writers Association.

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