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The Queen of the Underworld

The King of the Underworld saved me from the streets,

Treated me like a princess,

And locked me in a tower.

Then he turned into a beast.

There’s a darkness in him.

I’ve seen it face to face.

He says I’m his light.

But if our love is going to last,

I’m going to have to be more than his princess.

I need to become a Queen.

The final chapter in Marcus and Cora’s story

Stasia Black

Stasia was born in Georgia, grew up in Texas, recently spent a freezing five-year stint in Minnesota, and now is happily planted in sunny California, which she will never, ever leave.

She loves writing, reading, listening to podcasts, and has recently taken up biking after a twenty-year sabbatical (and has the bumps and bruises to prove it). She lives with her own personal cheerleader, aka, her handsome husband, and their teenage son. Wow. Typing that makes her feel old. And writing about herself in the third person makes her feel a little like a nutjob, but ahem! Where were we?

Stasia’s drawn to romantic stories that don’t take the easy way out. She wants to see beneath people’s veneer and poke into their dark places, their twisted motives, and their deepest desires. Basically, she wants to create characters that make readers alternately laugh, cry ugly tears, want to toss their kindles across the room, and then declare they have a new FBB (forever book boyfriend).

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LEE SAVINO is a USA today bestselling author of smexy romance. Smexy, as in “smart and sexy.”

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WATCH ME (Dangerously Intertwined #2) by Kimberly Knight

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Ethan Valor thought he had it all with a career he was meant for, and the perfect family at home. But when his wife unexpectedly filed for divorce, he moved into his sister’s condo. Needing a nightcap after a long day on the police force, Ethan decided to go to the neighborhood bar that, in his family, was known to bring people together. Or, in his case, bring his first love back into his life.

Reagan McCormick moved back to Chicago after twenty-three years. Divorced, and with a daughter in college, it was time for Reagan to focus on what made her happy. Wanting to make new friends and extra cash while in school, Reagan gets a job as a bartender. A blast from the past blows into her bar one night proving that moving back to the Windy City was the right decision to make.

What Ethan and Reagan didn’t expect was how easy it would be to start over together. Or how their career paths would dangerously intertwine …

When a serial killer strikes Murder City, Ethan will stop at nothing to keep Reagan safe. But how safe could they be when someone was always watching?

The game of love always goes on.

And their game was just beginning.




The very first person I gave my heart to was sitting across from me.

The same person who first broke my heart, and the person who still carried a piece of it

after all these years. When I’d thought about seeing Reagan again, I always thought I would turn

the other way. After all, she’d ripped out my heart and never looked back. But when I saw her at

Judy’s, all those thoughts went out the window, and then she was in my condo, drinking my

apple juice as if nothing had ever happened.

I didn’t hate her. It was the complete opposite. I …

I still loved her.

A part of me always had. They say you never forget your first love, and that was

definitely true. Just the thought of Reagan walking out my door and never coming back again

was messing with my head. I needed to prolong the reunion even though it was getting close to

one in the morning, and I had to be at work in less than eight hours. I wasn’t ready to let her

leave my sight.

“I’m sure I can. I know people in this town.” I winked.

“A job at your precinct?” she asked.

“Maybe. I’ll see what I can find out.”

“I just have to get through nine more weeks of school.”

“Maybe I can be your study buddy?” I proposed. “I do know all about crime scenes.”

Reagan smiled. “You’d do that for me?”

I shrugged and picked up my glass of juice before walking to the other side of the island

to sit next to her. “Sure, why not? It’ll be like old times.” I smirked.

She bobbed her head and chuckled slightly. “Old times that used to lead to not studying

or doing homework.”

That was true. After school and before our parents arrived home from work, we’d hang

out and study. We were each other’s firsts—in more than one way.

“You never complained,” I reminded her.

She threw her head back, laughing. “No. No, I didn’t.”

Her laughter made my palms itch to touch her, to pull her into my arms and feel her lips

on mine again as I kissed her. Instead, I said, “So, tell me what Reagan Hunter has been up to the

last twenty-some-odd years.”

She took a deep breath. “Well, I graduated from Stanford, moved to Denver, got married,

had Maddison about a year later, and have just been doing the mother thing since then. She kept

me busy.”

“And now you live here?”

“Yeah. Moved far away from my ex and closer to Maddie.”

“And me,” I stated.

“And you, but I didn’t know you still lived here. What have you been up to?” Reagan

took a sip of her juice.

“As I mentioned earlier, I became a cop, then got married, had my two boys, dedicated

most of my time to the job so I could one day be chief like my father was, got divorced, and then

went to a bar that has a reputation for people finding their soulmates.”

“What?” she asked, dragging out the word and scrunching her eyebrows.

I chuckled. “My sister met her husband at Judy’s.”

“She did?”

I nodded and then took a sip of juice. “About three years ago. Didn’t realize that the one

time I go there, I would run into the only woman I still dream about.”

She didn’t speak.

I didn’t speak.

The clock on the wall ticked …

Tock …

Tick …

Tock …




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When Kimberly isn’t writing, you can find her watching her favorite reality TV shows, binge-watching true crime documentaries, and going to San Francisco Giants games. She’s also a two-time desmoid tumor/cancer fighter, which has made her stronger and an inspiration to her fans.


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Once again Una captures my attention as she pulls a plumb lip in between her teeth and bites it. A laugh leaves her mouth, and she finally opens her eyes. They still manage to hold me in awe, one blue the other green. I’ve never seen anyone like Una. It suits her. She is two very different people, she’s unpredictable, I often think that’s why I’m drawn to her. Right now she holds out her arms and starts to twirl.

“Una stop it.” Finn tries to pull her hands down, but she keeps spinning and Darragh joins her. That’s when I decide I’ve seen enough.


“Are you not going to greet me brother?” Shane asks as Mary places my breakfast in front of me. Everyone‘s attention falls on to Shane and the tension in the room seems to grow. Mary shuffles back to the stove and I start to eat. I’m not hungry but I don’t know what else to do.

“Why should I? You threatened Siobhan.” Siobhan was Finn’s new girlfriend and from the sounds of it their relationship was very serious. But to hear that Shane threatened her has me looking at him. His jaw is clenched, and he flickers a glance at me before looking back at Finn.

“Don’t be so petty it was a few words.”

A vein is flickering like a heartbeat in Finn’s neck. “No it wasn’t you know what you said and I’m not having it.” Mary puts a fry in front of Finn and he quickly thanks her.

“What are you going to do?” Shane is leaning forward and there is something in his stance that tells me this is far more serious than it appears to be.

Finn has a death grip on his knife and fork and I can see them now as deadly weapons. His nostrils flair as he stares down at Shane and he looks like he wants to hurt him. But Shane’s eyes are shinning with violence. It’s like he’s excited at the idea of hurting Finn. I want to defuse the situation so I do the only thing I can think of. I knock my coffee over with a little more force than intended. I only wanted to send the coffee pouring over the side but the mug goes too, the sound of it smashing has everyone looking at me.

“Sorry my hand slipped.” I say getting up. Shane is staring at me, and I’m not sure if he’s mad or what he is thinking.

“I’ll get it Una finish your breakfast.” Mary is there with a cloth but I start picking up pieces of the mug.

“Una leave it alone before you cut yourself.” Shane’s words are barked at me and I am so close to losing it with him. I take the cloth off Mary. “Please Mary I’ll clean it up.” She gives me a nod before leaving me.

“Mary clean it up.” Shane stops her in her tracks and I grind my teeth. He was so controlling. I gather up the rest of the mug and stand.

“Mary it’s done. Seriously, it’s fine.” She’s waiting for Shane’s word and he nods at her so she goes back to the kitchen. I’m shaking my head in disgust at him and I really want to throw the broken mug at him, but I can’t. Michael picks that moment to enter the kitchen, and he smiles when he sees us all.

“Ah, I was wondering where everyone was.” He stops me as I make my way to the bin and kisses the top of my head. When he sees the broken mug in my hand he leans out. “Be careful you don’t cut yourself.”

“That’s what I said.” Shane chimes in from the corner like I’m some fragile little flower.

“I won’t. It’s a mug. Not a sword.” Michael doesn’t appreciate my smart mouth. But lets me pass as he sits down.

I’m ready to return to the table and eat my breakfast when Shane stands up all cheery. “Are you ready to start work Una?” he asks me like we are best pals. I narrow my focus at my breakfast and Shane looks at his watch. “If you need more time?”

I wave his comment away. I’m hungry but I’ll be dammed if I ask for more time. “No. I’m good to go.”


“What are you doing?” I ask.

She spins around, her wet long hair flicking water with the speed of her movements. The wildness in her eyes has my stomach tightening. I’m beside her, searching her face. Her gaze lowers now, and she’s shaking her head.

“Una, what’s wrong?” I ask the crown of her head, and when she peeks up at me, her eyes are watery, and she stares at me unblinking. A tremble has entered her body, and my heart starts to pound. “Una, what’s wrong?” I want to grab her and shake her, but touching her has never been a luxury I have allowed myself. Right now, I seem unable to move.


I step out of the car, and he places a large jacket around my shoulders.

Now all I smell is Shane, his cologne along with the scent of leather and trees. It’s a weird combination, but it was uniquely Shane. My stomach trembles as he leans around me and closes the door.


“She was unpredictable.” He looks at me for the first time. “Untamable.”

My pulse spikes, with how he looks at me, and it might be the lack of sleep, but I feel like I’ve stepped into a twilight zone with Shane. It’s like that feeling when you’re lying under the stars knowing the world is asleep. It’s magical, but it has to end.


“I’m sorry.” His words are low and precise. Like he’s trying out a new language. I glance at him, causing our shoulders to brush, and this time, it looks like he’s the one who freezes


“Master Shane?” I question not wanting to mention the fact that he knew pancakes where my favorite.

“Sit down, Una.” The demand is sharp and comes from Shane.

I don’t like it. I shed his jacket and place it on the chair, but I don’t sit.

He flashes a glance towards Mary as she prepares pancakes and coffee before they snap back to me. “Please.” He says it through gritted teeth, but I take it and sit down.


I love watching her mouth when she smiles. It’s as fascinating as her different coloured eyes.

I take another sip of coffee and continue to take her in.


I stand in front of her, and she has no choice but to look at me. “It’s nothing, Shane,” she tells me with too much false bravado.

“I’ll decide that,” I tell her.

“It’s just when I was with him.”

“With him in what way?” I cut her off with a growl.

She throws her hands in the air. “I can’t talk to you,” she tells me, and I reel in my frustration.

“I’m sorry,” I say softly.

She eyes me. I’m ready to lose my cool, but thankfully, she speaks.


She’s wearing the same dress from earlier, her hair is now dry, and her beauty is all I see. I close my eyes as her hands flutter to my face. She moves my head to the left and right.

“Where are you hurt?” There’s a touch of hysteria in her voice, and when her hands run down my arms, I know I should tell her it’s not me, but I’m a bastard for enjoying this moment.

“Shane.” She’s pulling at my top, and I open my eyes. The tremble in her lip now has intensified. So I speak up.

“It’s not my blood,” I tell her as tears slip from her wide eyes. Her eyes slowly move down to my hands, and she covers her mouth with her hand. It trembles, and I take her by the shoulders. She’s shaking her head while looking at me.

“I’m fine,” I reassure her. She searches my face and then steps into me, her arms hugging me tightly. She’s not asking whose blood this is all over me. She seems content to know it’s not mine.


When I return, she’s sitting cross-legged on the tarp chewing her lip, and my heart stills. Her red fiery hair is like a halo, and I think again of what this place will do to her. Since arriving, she has lost weight, and dark circles have grown under her eyes.

She’s been strong for all she has found out, but I’m not sure she’s strong enough. I don’t want her to have to strengthen herself to our way. This is why I never got close to her, why I never touched her, and now I’m terrified because I can’t let her go, even if it damages her.

She looks up, and a smile lightens her eyes. She takes in the two buckets and sponges that I carry. Once I set them down, I take two pairs of rubber gloves from my back pocket, one yellow the other pink. I hold the pink pair out to her, but she nods while biting her lip.

“Nope, I want the yellow,” she tells me, taking them from my hands. She’s trying not to laugh as she puts on her yellow gloves.

“Put on your gloves, Shane,” she tells me as she snaps the rubber band at the wrist before grinning up at me.

“You think I’m afraid of a bit of pink?” I ask her, and she laughs. I want to keep her laughing, so I put on the stupid gloves.

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Title: Stray

Author: Nancy J. Hedin

Publisher: NineStar Press

Release Date: August 12, 2019

Heat Level: 2 – Fade to Black Sex

Pairing: Female/Female

Length: 65800

Genre: Contemporary, LGBT, New adult, contemporary, family drama, lesbian, gay, vet, farm, homophobic beating, church, politics, social worker, mystery

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Lorraine Tyler should be in vet school, but she stayed behind in her home town of Bend, Minnesota to care for her nephew, spend time with her lover, Charity, and give her momma a chance to complete nursing school. Lorraine is content until her momma brings home a steady stream of bachelors to straighten her out. Charity is out of town more and more, and Lorraine’s brother-in-law is looking for a new mom for Little Man. To make matters worse there’re new people in town. A politician is drumming up fear and hate, a social worker is flirting with Lorraine, and Lorraine’s new friend, Ricky, is beaten into a coma. Lorraine suspects Ricky was beaten because of being gay. Lorraine is determined to find out who did it, protect Ricky from the hater who might try to finish the job, and she’s worried she might be next on the hater’s list. Stray is a story of politics fueling hate, competing romantic interests, and regular people examining their hearts, souls, and hormones. Will the people of Bend harbor the fear-rattled haters of some, or will they provide sanctuary for all?


Stray Nancy J. Hedin © 2019 All Rights Reserved Chapter One It was supper time on a weeknight and there were two vehicles I didn’t recognize and a hearse parked next to our farmhouse. It wasn’t really a hearse, it was Pastor Grind’s tan Toyota, but any visit from him meant bad news. God how I hoped Momma had started a book club or extorted people to attend a Tupperware party. More likely she was bringing me a parade of potential husbands. She wanted to straighten out her queer daughter, me. I didn’t know if she was acting alone or if she’d again claim she had God on her side. Maybe she got Pastor Grind to agree to marry me to one of those men on the spot. “Lorraine, Lorraine!” Momma came rumbling out of the house onto the open front porch, waving her arms. “Don’t change out of your college clothes. We have guests for dinner.” It’s not like I routinely changed clothes in the yard. I parked my truck in between Dad’s beat-up pickup and Momma’s dented station wagon. Momma had parked on half the pink flamingo pair of lawn ornaments Dad had installed the day before. “We’re having chicken. Ricky wants to learn to make my gravy.” Momma wiped her hands on her denim apron. Before I could ask her who Ricky was—like I didn’t already know he’s some guy she found at college and deems him a good husband for me—the only requirement being a penis in his pants—she put her hands on her wide hips like she had more to say. “That Charity girl is here too, but she’s not staying.” Momma swiveled around and marched to the house. My girlfriend, Charity, was there. Finally, some good news. At least it meant she was driving her dad’s car and he wasn’t with her. There was no way that holier-than-god man would come to the queer’s house and have his daughter with him. Dad and my three-year-old nephew, Little Man, came out of the barn with the dogs, Sniff, Pants, and Satan. Dad was telling Little Man some damn animal story—something about what they can tell from smelling another dog’s pee. Little Man and the dogs came running to me. “Raine, Raine, we’ve been throwing balls for the dogs.” Most days I took care of Little Man, but Tuesday was a school day for me at the junior college where I had enrolled in as many math and science classes as I could manage until I left for Grayson School of Veterinary Science in Duluth. Grayson wasn’t a top ten veterinary school, but it was my first choice because I didn’t have to have a bachelor’s degree before entering their program. That was good for me since I had already delayed my college entrance by a couple of years because of the needs of my family. Grayson accepted two years of college level science and math and allowed degree candidates to take summer classes for the entire four years of pre-veterinary science programs. It floated my boat, but what really got me excited was if I was short on the college level courses, which I was, they’d let me take skills and knowledge testing which would count toward coursework. All those things I’d learned from helping Twitch with his vet business could be parlayed for course credits. Sweet. Little Man hugged my legs. When I looked at him and Momma and Dad, I had a hollow ache in my chest for who was missing. My twin sister, Becky, was dead. She left behind a dope of a husband and the sweetest little boy I could imagine existed in the world. My brother-in-law Kenny’s truck was gone. He must have still been at work at the lumber yard. I scooped up Little Man. He wore the matching blue and white T-shirt and pants I’d put him in early in the morning, but he was filthy from playing. As I kissed his doughy neck, I sniffed him to know what he’d done while I was away. I detected the scent of outdoors, dogs, dirt, and snickerdoodle cookies, an average day. I dropped him off in the mudroom. He climbed the green plastic, frog-faced step stool so he could reach the mudroom sink to wash his hands, and I looked for Charity. Charity leaned against the kitchen counter. Damn she looks good. I forgot all about supper. My whole body hungered for her touch and the sweet things she always said to me. I wanted to wrap my arms around Charity and kiss her until my lips fell off. No kissing for me. Momma came back in the kitchen looking like she owned and ran the place, which she did. Momma and Charity were as far apart from each other as possible in the room and despite the temperature outside being near eighty degrees, the air temperature between them was colder than a well-digger’s lunch, as my dad would say. “Hi.” I touched Charity’s shoulder. “I’m glad to see you. Why are you driving your dad’s car? You about scared me to death.” She smiled and squeezed my hand quick, her eyes glued on Momma. “Dad needed my truck to help somebody move some boxes or something.” I smelled her shampoo and she’d just put on some lip gloss I wanted to methodically taste and remove. Momma gave the queer girls only cursory attention. I almost snuck a kiss, but I realized half a man twitched and kicked on the kitchen floor. The other half of him was tucked in the cabinet under the sink. When the top of him emerged I about lost my mind. Christ, she’s at it again. This time the man was old enough to have possibly signed the Declaration of Independence, or at least the Constitution. “Momma, I hope you haven’t been trying to find a date for me again.” Next, I addressed the fossil under the sink. “Ricky, I’m sorry you come all this way for nothing but a busted sink.” Just then Little Man came in the kitchen. Momma’s face brightened as she whisked Little Man into her arms. He dried his wet hands on the front of Momma’s good apron—the full-length one with chickens embroidered on it and pockets on both sides of the skirt. Next Momma pulled me into the utility room with her and Little Man. “Excuse us.” She slid the accordion door closed. Oh Christ, she’s going to murder me. No. She wouldn’t murder me in front of Little Man and so many witnesses in the house, but there was a fair chance she was going to lecture me and possibly brain me with one of her sacred books. She appreciated the Old Testament shock and awe. She didn’t much go for the patient tolerance of God’s later work or “the mushy parts,” as she called them. However, she did like the way her slim New Testament fit in the oversized pockets of her denim apron, and she liked the way it fit nicely in her hand when she wanted to swat someone, usually me. But she didn’t hit me. Instead, she reminded me of the way her mind worked and how she got everything done with speed and efficiency. “That’s not Ricky. It’s Harold. Has it ever occurred to you, Lorraine, that we needed the sink replaced?” That’s Momma for you. She could probably kill more than two birds with one stone. She weaseled getting our sink fixed and paraded a bachelor for my appraisal. She was so efficient, I was surprised there were any birds left. Momma continued, “Besides, you can’t marry Harold. He’s already engaged to a gal from the square-dancing club.” “Square dancing,” Little Man said. Little Man, at three years old, needed an interpreter. I caught most everything he said because I listened to him most days. He had acquired a new habit of repeating parts of whatever he’d heard somebody else say. “Well, do-si-do and an allemande right if I’m not relieved.” “Smarty pants,” Momma said. “Behave yourself. It wouldn’t hurt you to try to make friends with our guests. Supper is almost ready.” “Great. I want to sit by Charity.” “She’s not staying.” What? Hadn’t we made any ground at all? Couldn’t my girlfriend at least enjoy a meal at our house? It’s not like we would make out at the dinner table. Momma pushed me out of the utility room, put Little Man down with half a cookie, and helped Harold get up off the kitchen floor. “Can’t you stay for supper?” I asked Charity. Charity glanced at Momma. Then she looked at her feet and bit her lip. Those lips. I knew how pillowy soft and warm they were. The first time she ever kissed me it felt like I had known her mouth forever. Charity turned her back on Momma and she half whispered and half gasped, “Lorraine, are you ever leaving for college? This is too small, too much.” “How can something be both too small and too much?” I tried to joke, but Charity wasn’t having it. “I don’t know, but Bend is and you need to decide. I’m going home.” Charity headed to the door. I wanted to remind her I was moving as fast as circumstances would allow. I’d enrolled in as many science classes as the junior college offered while I worked with Twitch…and I minded Little Man. But I didn’t speak up for myself. “Are you still coming over tomorrow?” I whispered. “Little Man has some new plastic animals. I’m thinking of decorating the kitchen like an African safari.” My scheme kept Little Man busy and allowed me to study animal physiology and anatomy at the same time. “See you tomorrow.” Charity called over her shoulder with very little enthusiasm. I watched Charity through the window walking away. My heart raced. I almost ran after her, but then Momma grabbed me and harped at me to go sit in the dining room and talk to the guests. Why is everybody so mad at me? Why is everyone pressuring me to move faster or be different? Momma wanted me to not be queer and marry a man. Charity wanted me to leave Bend before I had Little Man settled. I took deep breaths and prepared to enter the dining room.


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Nancy Hedin, a Minnesota writer, has been a pastor and bartender (at the same time). She has been a stand-up comic and a mental health crisis worker (at the same time). She wants readers to know that every story she writes begins with her hearing voices. In 2018 Nancy’s debut novel, Bend was named one of twenty-five books to read for Pride Month Barnes and Noble, and was named Debut Novel of the Year by Golden Crown Literary Society and Foreword Indies Honorable Mention for GLBT Adult Novel of the Year.

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Magnetic by Anya J. Cosgrove

Title: Magnetic
Author: Anya J. Cosgrove
Genre: Reverse Harem Shifter Romance
Release Date: August 8, 2019
Who said life was a fairy tale? Because I’d gladly slice that jerk’s head off.
I never expected to end up half-naked in the woods with my guts hanging out. I didn’t plan to stumble upon the most powerful shifter clan in North America and three of the sexiest men I’ve ever laid eyes on.
Dominic, the fun and reckless new wolf. 
Sam, the hot doctor with glacial-blue eyes.
And Gabriel, the intense, secretive alpha who wants nothing to do with me.
My real name is a one-way ticket back to hell, and my secrets need to stay buried like the girl I used to be.
Sleeping Beauty, Snow White, Red Riding Hood—I can be all three. I can use my powers to earn a place in their werewolf town, away from the bite of my past mistakes. I can use them—and their bodies—to survive.
The only thing I can’t do is fall for them.
“Ok WOW I so loved Magnetic it was one of the stories that blew my mind in so many good ways , everything about this book just drew me in and made me want to read more about these characters.” – Brandy Roberts
“I knew as soon as I saw Teen Wolf quoted and the first chapter titled “Kiss With A Fist” that this was my book, and the author was my people.” – Red Hatter Book Blog
“I absolutely love reverse harem books and Magnetic I must say is one of my favourites.” – Goodreads
Anya J Cosgrove lives in Québec with her husband, her beautiful son, and two mischievous cats. She works as a veterinarian by day. She’s a travel and Disney junkie and is passionate about her favorite paranormal series. 
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What Comes After by Melissa Toppen

Title: What Comes After
Author: Melissa Toppen
Genre: Contemporary Romance (standalone)
Release Date: August 9, 2019
Life is full of many things.
No matter how small, each moment has value.
Then there are the big moments.
The moments that define us.
And the people who shape our very existence.
Abel Collins is that person for me. 
From the very first time our eyes locked, I knew there was something about him. That he was the person that would change everything.
And he did.
But Abel isn’t just any man…
His past is his prison.
His guilt keeps him chained.
His grief defines him.
And now it’s up to me to set him free.
To make him see that life isn’t just about what we’ve lost but what we still stand to gain.
Because it’s not about what came before, but what comes after.
Roxs Reads – “What Comes After is beautifully written, chocked full of insightful phrases and quotes, and sits atop my list of favorite read for 2019.”
You Can’t Resista Dirty Book – “A beautiful, heartbreaking story that will pull at your heart strings.”
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Melissa Toppen is a Reader’s Choice Award Winning and Bestselling Author of New Adult and Contemporary Romance. She is a lover of books and enjoys nothing more than losing herself in a good novel. She has a soft spot for Romance and focuses her writing in that direction; writing what she loves to read. 
Melissa resides in Cincinnati Ohio with her husband and two children, where she writes full time.
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Calling all Cliffside Bay fans! Scarred: Trey & Autumn by USA Today bestselling author Tess Thompson arrives September 16th.

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For Autumn Hickman, online dating has been an exercise in nothing more than coffee and failure. There simply isn’t a man on the planet who can compare to her best friend, Trey Wattson. And while Trey is everything Autumn has ever wanted in a partner, she knows the man who loves life’s most beautiful things could never cherish anything as scarred and mangled as her. Trey Wattson is in love with his best friend, but he can’t seem to reach her. She’s guarded, and for good reason, but Trey doesn’t care. He knows Autumn’s soul, and it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. Desperate to claim Autumn’s heart for his own, Trey conspires with The Wolves to create a fake profile on the dating site Autumn frequents. But the more Autumn trusts Trey’s online persona, the more it becomes clear that Trey is gambling with the very thing he wants most of all. Return to Tess Thompson’s beloved Cliffside Bay and discover for yourself why true love is built on honesty and trust, and why best friends often make the very best life partners, in this anonymous online romance set in your favorite charming small town.

About Tess

Tess Thompson is a USA Today bestselling author of small-town romance and historical fiction, with nearly 20 titles across multiple series that focus on heartwarming journeys of triumph and humanity for colorful characters you’d love to be friends with in real life. Tess holds a degree in theater from the University of Southern California (go Trojans!), and can be found most days at her desk in suburban Seattle, where she also makes her home with the hero of her own love story and their blended family of two sons, two daughters, and five cats. Tess loves music, dancing, books, bubble baths, cooking, wine, movies, snuggling, Seahawks football, and hearing from her readers. Drop her a line at

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The Dinger by Gigi Birtie

Title: The Dinger
Author: Gigi Birtie
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 12, 2019 Cover Design: Lee Ching at Under Cover Designs
Nash Dingmen aka ‘The Dinger’ didn’t earn his nickname by dominating the hockey rink. No, he’s notorious as the biggest seducer in hockey. It doesn’t help that he carries the sexy, mesmerizing exterior that causes sane women to drop their panties at the curve of his smirk. 
No Mr. Nice Guy. No girlfriends. No second date. 
Or any dates – it’s all between the sheets. 
After my first encounter with Nash Dingmen – I’d hoped I would never see his face again. It was the interview of a lifetime, a chance that it ended up with my dream shattered and becoming the next internet sensation – for all the wrong reasons. 
With my career all but gone, I am barricaded to the house to shy away from the jokes and jibes. Drowning in ice cream and Cheetos but it’s time to get back on my feet – and get my head in the game. One thing’s for damn sure, being his next conquest is not my game plan. My sister Charlie persists there’s got to be more than ‘The Dinger’ reputation precedes – and being a reporter, I’d have to say I’m not entirely against investigating what all the fuss is about…
When hurdle after hurdle comes my way, why does Nash always seem to be there?
Every nerve is screaming at me to run as fast as I can away from him … however, do I really want to? The temptation to play the game to see what the real scoop is beneath ‘The Dinger’ may be too strong to resist.
As a writer and photographer for publication such as magazines, television and radio, I find it easy to write an article or a jingle, but I always longed to write a romance novel. To have a challenge that’s longer than five hundred words. To really dive deep into all emotions that one gets from reading a killer novel. I can only hope I’m doing it right so that people will enjoy and feel the raw grit that I draw from in my personal experiences, that I indeed put into my work.
Though I’m starting this adventure late in my career I’m confident that this has always been the right choice and I’m thankful I finally grew a pair to make it happen. Once I started there was no stopping this crazy train! 
A few tidbits about myself is I love classic cars, motorcycles, going on crazy motorcycle runs, photography, writing and my puppy Bowie Brexlee Birtie, my dude of fifteen years, Mr Birtie who is a huge supporter of all the crazy things I get into, and of course I love reading romance novels!! Definitely not in that order. My girl Bowie is my number one above all things. She listens to all my book ideas, which basically makes her my writing partner. This is just some of what makes me who I am and I hope we all can form a rad writer/reader relationship!