When the girl next door returns home as a millionaire to face the farmer who never lost hope, she’s caught between the man of her past and the man meant for her future.
Adopted as an infant, Ireland Leighton grew up in the heart of the Midwest. After inheriting millions from her biological parents, she is determined to help others any way she can. The only string is a business engagement with another millionaire. Ireland returns to Iowa years later to plan her brother’s tropical wedding. The festivities would be easier if her sexy ex-boyfriend stayed out of reach and her future wasn’t already planned.
Time suppressed his feelings for the girl next door, but Gideon Taggart isn’t about to let Ireland escape again. Farmer by day, veterinarian by choice, his second chance with his first love is far from easy. He soon discovers that no matter how much he loves Ireland, she’ll always choose her family over a future with him.
Oceans Away is book two in Skye McNeil’s stand-alone contemporary romance series, Atlas. Each book contains a millionaire to envy, snort-worthy comedy, and visits to many beautiful cities in the world. Yes, all of that, plus each novel ends with a fabulous HEA.
Skye McNeil began writing at the age of seventeen and has been lost in a love affair ever since. During the day, she moonlights as a paralegal at a law firm favouring criminal law.
Skye enjoys writing romantic comedies and cozy mysteries novels that leave readers wanting more and falling in love over and over. She writes contemporary and historical novels ranging from sweet and sassy to steamy and sultry.
Her constant writing companions are two cats and two dogs. When she’s not writing, Skye enjoys spending time with family, photography, volleyball, traveling, and curling up with a cup of coffee and reading.
#MMRomance #NewRelease #KindleUnlimited Trusting In You (In You Series Book 2) by #SammiCee Amazon–https://www.amazon.com/Trusting-You-Book-2-ebook/dp/B07MVD3YVP Blurb: Chuck ~ I’m blah blah blah Chuck. I may have the job I love, but everything else about my life is… well, boring. I don’t hook-up; I don’t do drugs; I don’t over-drink; I play by the rules. And the man of my dreams is unattainable. He’s gorgeous, stoic, and calls me Chuckles. He’ll never see me as anything but the kid he’s known since I was in high school. Nathaniel ~ I’m happy with the life I have, but my past is something I’m not proud of. I do my best to protect those I care about with leverage only I have. That still doesn’t mean I’m good enough for someone as pure as Chuck. I see the way he looks at me, and if things were different… but they’re not. What happens when one man’s get-out-of-trouble free card is no longer enough? Will he run like he has in the past or will he trust the person he admires most? Can a man who’s never seen a bit of trouble a day in his life devise a plan clever enough to save the life of the man he’s always loved?
The young poet Ashley Dioses has already established herself as a leading
voice in contemporary weird poetry. Known for her meticulous use of
rhyme and meter, her deft melding of the strange and the erotic, and
her novel treatments of such age-old themes as the vampire, the
witch, and the ghoul, Dioses now gathers the best of her recent
poetry into her first collection—a scintillating assemblage of
nearly 100 poems short and long, published and unpublished.
With this single volume, Ashley Dioses takes her place as a worthy
successor to the long line of California Romantics, beginning with
Ambrose Bierce, Clark Ashton Smith, and Nora May French, and carrying
on with Donald Sidney-Fryer and K. A. Opperman (The Crimson Tome),
with whom she has worked closely.
Ashley began writing at the age of 12. Upon discovering the macabre work of
Edgar Allan Poe, she took a borderline obsessive interest in writing
horror and dark fantasy poetry and even a few fantasy novels. Her
favorite authors of horror and fantasy at that time were Stephen
King, Dean Koontz, J.R.R. Tolkien, Piers Anthony, and Brian Jacques
who also influenced her work.
She wrote up until her senior year of high school and then took a break
before starting up again after college in 2011. With a nudge from a
new friend, she discovered a new kind of horror, dark fantasy, and
weird work from authors such as Clark Ashton Smith, H.P. Lovecraft,
George Sterling, Donald Sidney-Fryer, and David Park Barnitz.
With this new treasure trove of horror and weird authors, she began to
broaden her writing.
Aside from writing, her other passion is martial arts. When she was 12 she
started practicing a shotokan Japanese karate mix (called ‘American’
karate) and Judo at Red Dragon until she reached 3rd class brown belt
at 15. At 18 she started practicing Soo Bahk Do, a Korean karate,
where she stayed for four years, getting her black belt and taught as
an instructor for a brief period of time before leaving.
This is a short extended scene from Slide. We get to see a extra side to Ash when he finally able to convince Pete to wear his mark. We get to see a little bit of change in the dramatics of their relationship. Make sure to read book 1 to fully understand. Cant wait for the next book and highly recommend this series if you love the thrill of the chase.
I’m Megs, the woman with the crazy boys! I love reading and writing and
having a laugh.
Mate of Mine by Megs Pritchard
Having escaped an abusive relationship, Jeremy Sutton has learned the
hard way that you can only rely on yourself. Just as he was getting his life
back on track, it’s thrown into chaos: first by a flood and then by the person
who rescues him. For Vampire, Donnie Smith, this was supposed to be another
rescue mission until his eyes meet Jeremy’s. He’d finally found his mate but
convincing Jeremy to trust him was harder than he thought. After everything
Jeremy has suffered, he wasn’t willing to be hurt again. Time and patience
allow’s their relationship to deepen and finally move forward, but someone from
Jeremy’s past threatens to destroy everything. Can Donnie save the man he loves
or will he lose him forever?
Megs Pritchard lives in England and is a mother to two small boys who
drive her crazy! When she isn’t working or being mummy, tearing her hair out or
drowning her sorrows in alcohol, she is busy writing about complex characters
that know the harsh realities of life but want a HEA. Megs writes both
contemporary and paranormal romance and is working on two new series for 2019:
a paranormal shifter series—title unknown, currently waiting for some
inspiration from somewhere—and a contemp series, Sater’s creek. She might also
be dipping her big fat toe into the m/f paranormal too! Growing up in a
military family, Megs has travelled Europe and has a great deal of respect and
gratitude for all the men and women who have and who still serve. Her dream job
was to be a Bomb Disposal Expert and even had her own ‘kit’ when she was
younger, which her dad took away from her one day because he didn’t like
tripping over the floss she was using as her trip wire. She thought it was a
good idea. He may have also taken away her cricket bat too which she was using
Thank you for your love and support. Happy Reading Valentin and
Broken Dove (A Mafia Romance) By Mary
SHE is hypnotic. SHE is innocent. SHE is pure. And too much of a temptation
for a man with a past like mine. But I am a man who gets what he wants. Always.
No exceptions. POWER. PRESTIGE. WEALTH. I have it all. Or so I thought until my
eyes landed on her enchanting green ones. From that moment I knew she was mine.
I knew I should have just walked away but there was something about her. I was
tempted to claim her. Maybe it was the broken look in her eyes, maybe it was
simply her. I felt a connection between us that was undeniable. From that
moment I was obsessed. SHE took a chance. SHE followed her heart. SHE trusted
me. I fell in love. I know I should walk away. I can’t. I promised her that the
burdens and fear from both our pasts would not destroy what we have. And I
never go back on my word.
Mary A. Wasowski is a Best Selling Author who writes adult contemporary
romance. Captivating and inspiring readers one book at a time. Mary loves
creating sexy alpha book boyfriends for you to swoon over. When she is not
writing her happily ever after stories, she is an avid reader of all romance
titles. A romantic at heart, she shares her zest for life with her husband,
Henry, and their three sons. Proud to be an Indie Author, she lives in North
Carolina and works as a full-time writer.
Tom can’t catch a break when it comes to his love life. He’s not good with romance, as his exes told him in uncharitable terms, and he’s starting to wonder if there’s something wrong with him. So when he finds himself attracted to his temporary roommate, he’s afraid of being called inadequate all over again. Alex has serious anxiety which make his life a challenge and his dating prospects slim to nonexistent. He assumes Tom isn’t interested in him because men never are. It’s a pleasant surprise to start a friends with benefits relationship, so Alex goes out on a limb in an attempt to impress Tom. When it backfires spectacularly, he thinks all hope is lost. Both men are held back by past rejections. Will a minor crisis bring them together … or tear them apart? Excerpt This is undoubtedly the stupidest thing I’ve ever done to impress a guy. “Go ahead, start it up,” said Tom. Alex took a deep breath and turned the key. Tom’s truck roared to life. No such luck as a fortuitously-timed engine malfunction. Though he shouldn’t think such things, as Tom was only being nice and wishing expensive repairs on him was hardly fair. He looked around trepidatiously. The parking lot really was almost deserted, with only a few vehicles parked and those much closer to the doors. He wondered what role those people played in the postal service that required them to work on Sundays, then realized the line of thought was just a mental delay. “You’re not going to cause any damage,” said Tom. If he was impatient, it didn’t come across in his voice. “Your brakes are in good order, right?” “Yes. The truck just passed inspection last month with no problems at all.” It was a valiant attempt to make Alex feel better, and he appreciated the intent even though it failed. The brake pedal went down smoothly under his foot. Such a small little piece of metal, and it could be a matter of life or death. Did people who worked at brake factories realize how much trust was being placed in them every single day? Once he had that all-important device pressed firmly against the floor, he reached for the gear shift. The first notch down put the truck in neutral, the second in drive. “Now ease up on the brake,” Tom said, remarkably cavalier about putting his safety, not to mention his vehicle, in the hands of a man who couldn’t drive. Nothing happened when he lightened his touch on the brake as instructed. Maybe it was a sign. Alex had never believed in such things, but he was willing to consider the possibility. “Wow, you had it stomped all the way down, huh? Okay, let it go. Take your time so you’re comfortable.” As if that will ever happen. “How about less terrified? I believe in setting realistic goals.” “Sure. Whatever works. Just remember, there’s nobody around us, so you can’t do much damage.” “I could drive into a light pole,” countered Alex, not because he was trying to be ornery, but suddenly concerned about damaging Tom’s truck. Those poles were stuck into cement, a material not known for being kind to vehicles. “I’m not worried.” Well, that made one of them. Alex eased up on the brake a bit more, but nothing happened aside from a vague sense of power waiting to be unleashed, though that could have been his imagination. “Good,” said Tom. “Now give it some gas.” If I crash into a light pole, he can’t say I didn’t warn him. Of course he knew the truck was an inanimate object and thus had no feelings. All the same, it seemed as though the massive beast was eager to move, and it lurched forward when he pressed on the gas pedal just the slightest bit. He wasted no time in going back to the nice, safe brake. “Not bad. Try again, and let it go a little more.” Alex tried to ignore the churning in his stomach and nervous sweat rolling down the back of his neck, and he depressed the gas pedal again. This time, the truck moved a good six feet forward before he threw down the brake. The parking lot was beginning to spin around him, something which hadn’t happened in years, and suddenly the truck’s ventilation system seemed entirely insufficient. “That was good,” said Tom. “A little jerky on the brake, but with practice …” He was still talking, but Alex didn’t hear a word because he was trying to get his traitorous body to obey him for once. It wasn’t working. Five years since he’d last had a panic attack, half a decade, and he recognized the oncoming storm as though it had been five days. His heart raced, he struggled to breath, and if he’d eaten recently he’d probably be on the verge of throwing up. Most of all, the whole world raged around him, out of his control while he couldn’t even manage his own physiological response to stress. Never mind driving, at this point he’d have happily settled for not breaking down in front of Tom, but he knew it was too late for that. Once a panic attack started, there was no cutting it off. So much for making a good impression.
Some kids have imaginary friends. Not content with that, I dreamed up an imaginary village, and I never stopped, though these days my stories feature a lot more hot men.