Charlotte Byrd is the bestselling author of many contemporary romance novels.
She lives in Southern California with her husband, son, and a crazy
toy Australian Shepherd. She loves books, hot weather and crystal
A steamy, suspenseful new standalone romance about a British alpha hero and the one woman he can’t seem to forget.
Eleven years together and today I find out . . .
I don’t know the first thing about the man I’m sleeping beside every night.
My marriage is built on a bed of lies . . . Nothing is real.
Each day I’m barely surviving, falling deeper into despair and loneliness.
Meeting Hayes Taylor is not in my plan.
Younger, beautiful and broken—just like me. I feel a connection with him
I’ve never experienced before. But I am a married woman, and cheating
isn’t in my DNA. I ignore the sexual tension between us and push him
And like most women, I stay in my marriage for my kids.
But my husband not only manipulates, he keeps secrets I’m not prepared for. Secrets that may destroy me . . .
This is not only my fight song, this is my journey to discover love.
I had no idea that my seven-year marriage would implode
during our long awaited and needed vacation to Albuquerque—the city that will
change your perspective. Unfortunately, our attempt at fixing everything wrong
in our relationship backfired, big time.
My husband left me alone in Albuquerque, with no friends, no family . . . and
no idea what my future holds or if I’ll ever find happiness again.
As I begin to move on, I can’t help but notice the man who was there for me
during my darkest hour.
Esteban Garcia is the dashing hero you want on your side, even though I’m no
damsel in distress.
With his dazzling smile, bright green eyes and golden skin, he’s a brand of
gorgeous I’m not used to, and mysterious enough to drive me crazy with thoughts
I wouldn’t be surprised to find out I’ve somehow been enchanted by him . . . or
maybe he was my fate all along.
the way, how are you settling in? Still in love with the apartment?” he teases,
arching one eyebrow, his voice loaded with humor.
I make a face. “What exactly are you hinting
at?” I ask, and he lets out a laugh, his eyes bright with amusement. He puts
his hands in his pockets, and relaxes, slouching his shoulders a little. “Is
this your way of asking me if I’ve experienced any paranormal activity?” The
sound of his laughter stirs something in my chest, a happy feeling I haven’t
felt in so long. I don’t miss the looks I’m getting from the women he was
talking to. Also, I just can’t miss the opportunity to tease him in return.
I haven’t had a chance to tell you. There’s a ghost who visits me every night.
I haven’t been getting much sleep but all in all…I can’t really complain,”
I tell him with a knowing look, and his face falls immediately.
pale, and I almost feel sorry I lied.
joking,” he tells me, jaw taut, a panicked look in his eyes.
funny now, is it?” I quip and see him slowly regain the color that had gone
amiss from his cheeks. His eyes sparkle like emeralds as he recovers, and the
corner of his lips tilts into a grin that tells me he’ll make me pay for it.
be opposed to the idea, if it entails certain things.
He points a
finger at me and shakes his head in disbelief.
wasn’t funny, Ines.”
“That was very funny and you know it.”
You got me. I’m going to stop teasing you now, okay?”
Oh, please don’t.
I shrug. “A
little teasing never hurt anybody, am I right?”
slowly, a small smile stretching across his face. His eyes linger on me, as if
trying to read me. I felt bold a moment ago, but now that he’s staring at me
with such intensity, I feel my cheeks redden and look down.
Hilaria Alexander never thought she’d be a writer one day.
Reader? Yes. Book hoarder? You betcha. Then, she started reading romance – that’s
when she felt the need to write a story. Unfortunately, she didn’t listen to
her gut, and talked herself out of it A MILLION TIMES. She finally gave up a
few years ago, when the urge to write was stronger than self-doubt. She loves
funny, sexy romances wrapped with a huge happily-ever-after bow at the end. Her
inbox is always open if you want to chat about one of her books.
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Shae Mills Ratliff is my best friend. We share practically everything, including custody of our four-year-old daughter. If you’d asked me yesterday, I’d have said there was no way in hell I’d let him move in with me so we could spend Christmas as a family. He’s already packing and I’m wondering if I’ve lost my mind.
Mills Pitching my plan to Shae went a lot smoother than I expected. I made promises and I intend to break each and every one of them. I don’t want to spend only this Christmas as a family. I want every Christmas, and all the days in between. I love my girls and want to wrap them in my arms forever. This Christmas, I’m risking it all.
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About Keeping Faith:
“My beautiful Revenge.”Four years ago, Faith’s mysterious benefactress falsely accused her of stealing and deposited her in Madame Chambon’s exclusive brothel.There, Faith was to learn how to entrance London’s noble gentlemen with her learning in philosophy, politics and art.Her body was to be saved for the greatest enticement of all: revenge.Faith doesn’t care what she has to do. She lives only to fulfil a bargain that will set her free.But when Faith is recruited as the muse of a talented, sensitive painter whose victory in a prestigious art competition turns them both into celebrities overnight, she discovers the reasons behind her mission are very different from what she’d been led to believe.Now she is complicit in something dark and dangerous while riches, adulation and freedom are hers for the taking.But what value are these if her heart has become a slave to the man she is required to destroy?Genre – historical romantic suspense
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Chapter One“What did you learn last night?”“A gentleman must always believe he knows best.”Confident that her answer was pleasing, Faith reached across the table to help herself to a macaroon but a sharp slap across the back of the hand stopped her progress by the silver teapot.Her smile of feigned contrition was rewarded with a raised eyebrow from Madame Chambon. Not an invitation to partake of a macaroon, unfortunately. The table laden with eclairs and petit fours in Madame’s private sitting room was merely for show.“Greedy girl, Faith! You can eat at the Dorchester tomorrow and I daresay you won’t even spare a thought for the other girls who are justified in being somewhat jealous of your cossetted life.” Madame sniffed as she patted one of the grizzled, orange curls of her elaborate coiffure. Faith suspected a squirrel’s pelt had made its contribution. “I’m sure they wonder every day why you never have to stir yourself – or anyone else, for that matter – to get your fine clothes or a roof over your head.” Madame Chambon piled three macaroons onto her already laden plate before making a sweeping gesture that encompassed the furnishings of her surprisingly decorous private sitting room with its gold tasseled green velvet curtains and flock wallpaper. “What have you told them, Faith? About why you are here, I mean?”Faith’s stomach rumbled as she gazed from the prints of the famous artists that lined the walls to the fine fare in front of her, ordered from Fortnum and Mason. These monthly sessions in table manners were supposed to give Faith the practice she needed to deport herself like a lady when eating in public. However, under Madame’s guardianship, Faith never actually got to try the specialties.“Answer me, Faith. In all the three years that you’ve been here, you’ve had to do precisely nothing to justify your existence. Surely the girls have questioned you? I have my own version of the truth for them, as you know, but I’d be interested to hear what you have to say.”Faith didn’t answer. She already knew how lucky she was, but Madame was not ready to drop the subject, despite having just crammed an entire chocolate éclair into her mouth. Faith just managed to make out the muffled words, “Every night you lie peacefully in your bed while the other girls have to earn their livings.”Lying peacefully in her bed was not how Faith would describe the restfulness of her slumber. She was kept awake every night by the grunts and cries of ecstasy that penetrated the thin walls of her attic chamber.Still, she’d finally learned when it was wise to respond meekly, so she bowed her head and stared at her neat kid gloves while dreaming of the delicacies Mrs. Gedge would order for them when Faith really was dining with her at the Dorchester Hotel the following afternoon. The Sacher Torte Mrs. Gedge had ummed and aahed over before finally choosing the baked Alaska from the sweets trolley last month still haunted her. However, since part of Faith’s tutoring included how to win over reluctant gentleman ‘and make them wild with wanting’ which is how Madame phrased it, then surely Faith could persuade her American benefactress to order the Austrian chocolate specialty?She was so busy rehearsing her words for tomorrow that she almost missed Madame’s prophetic and appalling statement.“Well, Faith, the time has come for you to start earning your way, now.”Faith brought her head up in shock. Was Madame teasing? When it appeared not, she gripped the table edge as she struggled for composure. For so long she’d known the reckoning would come. Yes, and with three years preparing for it, she’d believed she could meet it head-on with the necessary fortitude.But there’d been no warning.She began to shake, biting into her bottom lip and clasping her hands in her lap to try and keep secret the manifestations of her terror from Madame who’d only be spurred onto gloating and make her suffer even more.“Mrs. Gedge reported last month that she wasn’t entirely happy you were ready for what she has in store for you when she took you to tea, Faith.” Madame chewed noisily, unperturbed, it seemed, by the crumbs that landed on her gaudy vermillion skirts.Faith didn’t suggest that Mrs. Gedge’s dissatisfaction was perhaps the fault of Faith’s tutor – the one sitting in front of her – who knew nothing about deporting herself as a lady.With a dainty gesture using only her forefingers, Madame Chambon raised her plate and licked at the crumbs that had not been dislodged before saying, “Fortunately, Lady Vernon is recovered at last from her long indisposition and has agreed to forget your rudeness to her from six months ago. In fact, she’ll be here shortly. Yes, she’ll soon have you passing the scrutiny of the most discerning duchess.” Madame gobbled down another macaroon with as much finesse as the dogs Faith’s father used to goad into fighting each other after they’d fought over the scraps from the scrubbed wooden table at the farm. Not that there’d been many scraps with ten children to feed.“Should we not have waited for Lady Vernon?” Faith suggested, daringly. But she had to say something to stop herself from launching into a volley of querulous questions about exactly what form this ‘having to earn her own way’ might take.Madame Chambon pushed aside an untouched plate of bread and butter to reach for another chocolate éclair and sighed. “There was just so much food on the table it seemed unnecessary to wait if her ladyship was going to be late. Ah! And here she is.” Madame’s orange painted mouth turned up at a knock on the door. “Shoulders back, Faith! And make sure you don’t talk with your mouth full.”Since this was not a danger, Faith supposed there might be some compensation in having to face her former nemesis who surely must subscribe to the belief that learning table manners required one having to eat.Madame threw her arms wide in a welcome as the door opened to admit the new arrival. “Good evening, Lady Vernon. We’re so glad you’ve recovered from your chest ailment,” she gushed. “A good rest has done you the world of good. Why, you look ten years younger. Just as you do every time I see you, in fact. And we’re indeed humbled that you’ve consented to return.” Madame simpered at the elderly woman, dressed all in black who looked, Faith thought, even more wraith-like than usual as she pinned up the veil of her bonnet and took the seat at the table proffered by Madame who went on, “I’m sure you’ll feel even better once you’ve heard Faith’s heartfelt apology.”Faith blushed under the scrutiny of the two pairs of expectant, unforgiving eyes, and glanced longingly at the remaining macaroon.Yes, there were times when it was worth being abject. She mightn’t mean what she said, but if the
last three years under Madame Chambon’s roof had taught her one thing, it was how to sound heartfelt and sincere when she felt anything but.“I’m sorry for my rude comments about…” Faith hesitated. Perhaps it was best not to stir up old memories. While it must be perfectly obvious to anyone who met Lady Vernon as to why an earl’s daughter could remain a spinster into her sixtieth year, it hadn’t been in anyone’s interest – Faith’s least of all, it turned out – for Faith to have gone into quite such specific and extensive detail regarding her thoughts on the likely reasons. “I behaved like a child, though it’s such a long time ago, now, I can barely remember what was going through my head at the time. I was only seventeen and, in those days, prone to losing my temper but now I’m eighteen and, thanks to all your efforts in teaching me how to act like a lady, Lady Vernon, I’m so far from the rude and impulsive young thing I was before, you’d not recognize me today. Thanks to your thorough tutelage, I am determined that I will never speak out of turn, to you, or anyone. Indeed, I have changed! I truly believe that, confronted by a table of delicacies like this, for example, I would certainly not embarrass you or Mrs. Gedge or any lovely young man or his mother who might take me out to tea by any show of greediness or lack of restraint.”Lady Vernon’s eyes remained fixed firmly on Faith for the duration of this speech with no indication of how forgiving or otherwise she might prove to be.After a long silence, she spoke. “Restraint?” She sniffed. “Restraint is the most important requirement of any young lady, Faith. I’ve told you this many times, so I’m glad it’s a lesson you claim to have finally learned.”With her eyes fixed on Faith, she reached towards the remaining macaroon that sat lonely on its plate just in front of them both, her long-fingered hand hovering just above. “Please pass that to me, Faith. I can’t seem to reach it.”Wordlessly, Faith complied, schooling her features into impassivity while she railed inside, I hate you! I hate you! as she watched Lady Vernon transport the coconut confection to her thin, bloodless lips.“Delicious,” Lady Vernon murmured. “In fact, I believe it is the best macaroon I have ever tasted? You must surely agree, Faith, since the plate is now empty.”She looked pointedly at the two remaining crumbs that clung to the edge of the fine china, as if to imply that Faith had eaten the rest. Then she indicated the plate of bread and butter near Madame Chambon. “Please eat, Faith. Madame Chambon and I have a leisurely afternoon at
our disposal. She and I will partake of the remaining chocolate eclairs –” Her pointed chin wobbled slightly, whether from the suppression of mirth or the swallowing of bile, Faith could only guess, “while you make good work of the bread and butter with all the ladylike restraint you’re so anxious to prove.”Other Books in the Series:Saving Grace Amazon Buy Link: https://amzn.to/2z7rVGxForsaking Hope Amazon Buy Link: https://amzn.to/2DlzV9MBeverley Oakley’s Bio:Debutantes, widows and the occasional courtesan test society’s boundaries in Beverley Oakley’s wicked, passionate historical romances dripping with scandal, intrigue, and suspense.Her Fair Cyprians of London series is about a group of determined and clever courtesans at a high-class Soho brothel who use their wit and beauty to avenge past betrayals – and who find lasting love along the way.How can there be a happily ever after? is a question many a reviewer has
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I’m unstoppable, unbreakable, and undercover with the FBI. I’m
organized crime’s biggest threat, and they’ll never see me coming. On my
biggest mission yet, I’ll clamp down on La Cosa Nostra by doing something no
one expects—joining forces with them.
Full of treachery and risk, the Mafia plays a game of “don’t ask and don’t
tell,” but the players failed to account for one thing—me.
A member of the FBI and a friend from the CIA think I’m playing judge and jury,
but I’m not. I’m the executioner—mad, bad, and dangerous to know
Picture this, if you will.
Cardiff, 2018, and my husband and I are getting ready for a night out. The
first trauma, what the hell to wear? Our wardrobes are full of outfits from a
by-gone era…our youth lol. Once upon a time, I had a trim twenty-eight-inch
waist and a pert little bum. One has spread while the other headed south. Go
figure! Oh what to wear? Both of us hunt through our collection in an attempt
to find something that does not resemble a tent! Then there is the face. Now
this may take some time, as we both have to apply a selection of creams and age
defying lotions. As I look in the mirror, I see myself gazing back at me, but
not the middle-aged face that I know is there, but a younger me. “Doesn’t
matter what you do, you know, you are still going to look the same.” “Hey!” I
cry disgruntled. “It’s worth a try!” “Mirror, mirror on the wall, you are no
longer young after all.” Damn cheek. But the younger me is right. Next year I
will turn fifty, and my husband has already passed that particular milestone.
After almost thirty years of being together, we are contented with the way we
have grown into each other. Despite our bodies changing from the young things
we used to know. We have been on more diets and tried more face creams than you
can imagine. In a world dominated by six-packs and beautiful bodies, we are
lucky that we have each other, because neither of us has ever conformed to such
an ideal, even in our youth. And that is why I wrote ‘The Man Inside Me’, a
book dominated by two older men. In a world ruled by gorgeous hunks with bodies
that could crack nuts, I thought it was time to tell the story of an older
generation, a story about two old friends who loved each other once, and who
try to love each other again in a society that despises them. The older gay man
is a man of deep passions, and great experience. The older gay man will have
had to fight for the right to hold his lover’s hand and be with him openly. The
older gay man will have been beaten and made fun of most of his life. An older
gay man will have lost family and friends because they do not like what he is.
That is the history and the experience of an older gay man, and that is
reflected in the pages of this book with a Victorian society that would see
them imprisoned for loving each other. While this book may be a good
old-fashioned love story, albeit with a twist, there is also a deeper meaning
in there that I hope comes through. These men deserve to find love again. Just
because they are older, wider, greyer, that does not exclude them from
re-kindling their desires. As such, during the course of the book, we learn
about their youth, and the passions that drive them. We see how life gets in
the way. We feel the pain of looking at someone and loving them, but not being
able to tell them or touch them. This book is about their journey to find a
love that once burned so fiercely in their hearts and was lost due to the
conventions of society and circumstance. If you know my other works,
specifically my Dead Camp series, you know how I love to write complex
interweaving stories. ‘The Man Inside Me’ is a book of complex emotions.
Sometimes shit happens, and it can stop us in our tracks. The person we thought
would be by our side forever is gone, and there are not always straight forward
reasons for that. By the time you sort out your mess of a life, your youth has
slipped away, and you are perhaps not as vital as you once were. Age is
something we all have to face, and we may not stay slim and pretty forever. But
what if you could somehow recapture your youth? What if somehow, you could be
sexy again? Would you do it? Would you turn back time to a younger, more
attractive you? My husband and I have often had this conversation, but we know
that we have to grow old as gracefully as we can, albeit with the help of face
creams! But if someone out there has a magic wand… ‘The Man Inside Me’ is a
different kind of MM Romance. Set in the 1800’s, it uses old fashioned language
to reflect its age. And while I say it is more of a straight forward love story
than my Dead Camp series…well, please…you do know me, don’t you? The format of
this story is unusual and complex, and certainly not linear. There is also a
twist that takes place which may result in you swearing rather loudly, and
possibly even cursing me. If so, then my job is done, because I wrote this book
to show that age really is just a number, and love has to be nurtured and never
taken for granted, whether you are twenty or fifty. I may be growing older on
the outside, but the man inside me is as young and vibrant as ever!
Victorian London is a difficult place to be when you are gay, as Henry and
Gabriel know all too well.
When they were young at Oxford University, Henry and Gabriel’s love burned hot
and bright, and they thought to change the world together until a devastating
tragedy ripped them apart.
Now, as youth fades away, Henry can no longer stand to see his own reflection
in the mirror. All he sees is a sad, tired old man whose body has betrayed him.
He craves the touch of another, to feel attractive and vital once more but his
obsession with finding a cure for insanity has stolen his life away, and now
his work has taken on a dark and sinister dimension. How far will he go to
recapture the passion of his lost youth?
Gabriel fears that Henry is losing his mind, and when a brutal killer invades
their lives, they are thrust into the dark depths of Victorian London in a
fight for their very lives.
As their friendship is tested to its limits, Gabriel cannot help but wonder if
there is still a chance for love. Can they move beyond the friendship that has
spanned over thirty years and find the love that once made their hearts beat as
You may never be too old to find love, but will you be able to survive it?
Hi everyone, I would like to introduce myself. My name is Sean Kerr, and I am a
49-year-old gay man living in Cardiff, Wales with my husband of 28 years,
Derek. We have two cats, Rita and Harry, and a host of tropical fish. I worked
on building sites for years, and I used the money earned from that to put
myself through college, specialist paint techniques etc. I trained in fine art,
and then I went out and painted murals on client’s walls, and created Roman
Bathrooms and fantasy hand painted bedrooms, all the rage back in the late
eighties and nineties. I then became an Interior Designer for a large DIY
chain. For the past thirteen years I ran my own Interiors business, and while
that is no longer in existence, I am now looking for my next challenge in life!
By night I am an Author, and I am very proud to be an author for Extasy Books.
It took me some years to get to this point. I spent a very long time trying to
get an agent because I thought it was the right thing to do, and after a heck
of a lot of refusals, I nearly gave up. I came so close to hitting the delete
button on Dead Camp 1 because I thought I did not stand a chance. At the very
last moment, I decided to have a go at approaching a few publishers directly,
and I sent the manuscript to six. Within two weeks, I had offers of publication
from three! Let’s just say that there may have been tears lol. It was my
chance, at last, to become a part of a world that I have always loved and
admired from a distance, and it is one of the very best things to ever happened
to me. Dead Camp is the first series I ever wrote, and then there is my short
novella called Hush Little Baby. Dead Camp is my take on the Vampire genre, an
MM Paranormal Romance series that is set against a backdrop of World War 2.
However, the series uses key moments from History to tell one enormous saga,
and I have loved every single moment of writing it. There are five books in the
Dead Camp series. Hush is a pure horror story with more than a nod towards such
classic programmes as The Twilight Zone and Tales of The Unexpected. The
project happened just after I completed Dead Camp 3 and it is a story that I
had to get out of my system. It’s definitely a different beast to my Vampire
saga, and I hope it will make you go to bed with the lights on lol! I recently
ventured into the world of self-publishing, and as such, I have just released
my first independent book series, The Last Child. The Last Child is a horror
series that is in 3 parts dealing with the occult. It has a definite Dan Brown
vibe in that I love conspiracy stories, so I have used religion and some
intriguing legends as the backdrop to this contemporary supernatural thriller
that tells the story of a female protagonist trying to protect her young
student. Neither of them realises how their lives, and indeed their histories,
are intertwined in the most horrific and tragic ways. My latest book, ‘The Man
Inside Me’ is an MM Victorian Gothic Romance, and I think it is the favourite
thing I have written so far. It deals with two men in their fifties trying to
find love again, a subject that is very close to my heart as I approach that
milestone. It is a very important book to me, and while it has some very ‘KERR’
twists and turns, it is, at its heart, a very romantic tale that deals with
middle age. I am particularly proud of this book, and it is a very different
spin on the MM genre. Thank you for taking the time to read this, and I look
forward to meeting you on social media.
Ice is the 9th book in the Reed Security Series and should be read in order.
Ice. Lady Killer. Perpetual bachelor. Until Lindsey stepped into his life, Ice had never considered having a relationship ever again. He liked his life the way it was and that was the end of that conversation. But when Ice kidnaps Lindsey to protect her, he has no choice but to bring her home with him. And that’s where the problems begin. There’s a very fine line between love and hate, but which side will they land on?
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.
But forbidden fruit just tastes a whole lot sweeter…
Life on the street taught me to fight to survive. Prison
taught me to endure. I spent years locked up like an animal for
protecting the ones I loved. Six damn years without the soft feel of a woman
under my rough hands.
Now I work for my buddy’s moving company, Sofa King Movers.
A job up in the Hollywood Hills seem like a piece of cake, until it turns out
I’m not there to move boxes. I’m there for her,
Alyssa Campo. Hollywood starlet, movie sensation, tabloid
drama queen. A barely legal wild-child with a reputation for being a class-A brat.
And they want me to be her fucking bodyguard.
She’s off-limits in every possible way – too tempting, too
famous, too way-too-fucking-young for me. But when the sassy-mouthed little
tease under my watch decides to flaunt my rules, she’s going to learn how firm
I can be with bad girls like her.
I know I should keep my distance, but once I’ve had a taste
of those forbidden lips and those tempting curves, there’ll be no keeping me
Alyssa’s mine to protect. And mine to claim.
She’s the forbidden fruit. But years behind bars has me hungry.
…And I’m gonna feast until the juice runs down my
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