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A Biography of Rock Hudson
Paperback Release Date: December 3, 2019
Publisher: Harper Paperbacks

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The definitive biography of the deeply complex and widely misunderstood matinee idol of Hollywood’s Golden Age.

The embodiment of romantic masculinity in American film throughout the 50’s and 60’s, Rock Hudson reigned supreme as the king of Hollywood. As an Oscar-nominated leading man, Hudson won acclaim for his performances in glossy melodramas, adventure epics and blockbuster bedroom farces. Yet behind the suave and commanding star persona, there was an insecure, deeply conflicted and all too vulnerable human being. Growing up poor in Winnetka, Illinois, Hudson was abandoned by his biological father, abused by an alcoholic stepfather and controlled by his domineering mother. Despite seemingly insurmountable obstacles, Hudson was determined to become an actor. After signing with the powerful but predatory agent Henry Willson, the young hopeful was transformed from a clumsy, tongue-tied truck driver into Universal Studios’ resident Adonis. In a more conservative era, Hudson’s wholesome, straight-arrow screen image was at odds with his closeted homosexuality. Hudson was forever threatened with public exposure, not only by scandal sheets like “Confidential” magazine but by a number of his own partners. For years, Hudson dodged questions about his private life, but in 1985 the public learned that the actor was battling AIDS. The disclosure focused worldwide attention on the epidemic. Drawing on more than a hundred interviews with co-stars, family members, and former companions, “All That Heaven Allows: A Biography of Rock Hudson” finally delivers a complete and nuanced portrait of one of the most fascinating stars in cinema history.

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Mark Griffin is the author of a previous biography, “A Hundred or More Hidden Things: The Life and Films of Vincente Minnelli” (Da Capo Press). Griffin’s interviews, reviews and articles have appeared in scores of publications, including The Boston Globe, MovieMaker and Genre. He recently appeared in documentaries focusing on Gene Kelly and Judy Garland.

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Tailwind by M.C. Cerny

Title: Tailwind
Series: Love By Design #4
Author: M.C. Cerny
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Romantic Comedy
Release Date: December 3, 2019


Chase Calloway’s career ending football injury gave him the out he needed.

Switching gears from being the star quarterback with a shot at the NFL to checking anal glands of furry senior patients wasn’t exactly the plan. However, it gave him the purrfect excuse to stop pursuing dreams that were never his. 

Winnie Grey got exiled from her posh existence to the boondocks as pet-sitter extraordinaire. 

It wasn’t her fault she stopped a shoplifter by pulling the fire alarm and got fired from her job. She can’t help that dog acupuncture makes her faint, but lucky for the city girl in exile, the town’s hottest veterinarian catches her, literally.


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I heard someone clearing their throat and turned around, expecting old lady Helen and her menagerie. Instead, I was pleasantly surprised to see a young woman who looked a bit disheveled trying to control the excited dogs. 
Hello, beautiful disaster.
“Whoa, Roswell! No! Bad dog!” 
A small pug jumped my dress pants, a little too excited to see me. Slim hands with pink nails pulled the little dog back. The Husky wooed loudly, clearly offended by the chaos, and the Basset Hound woofed, his too long nails clicking on the tile floor.
“It’s all right, I’m used to it.” Nothing like a dog humping my leg to make the day go by.
“Oh God, I’m really sorry. He’s kind of a little shit. I forgot my aunt keeps refusing to get him fixed.” She held the wiggling pug with an ugly face only Helen could love and a sharp bottom tooth sticking out giving him an even homelier half vampire look.
“I’m Dr. Calloway.” I held out my hand to introduce myself and instead of her palm she handed me the dog. The little shit Roswell wiggled as I scratched gently behind his ears, earning me a foul smelling lick. I checked his teeth for plaque buildup but found none and put him down to wander around the room.
“I’m sorry. I’m Helen’s niece and I’m pet-sitting this summer. Clearly, I have no idea what I’m doing.”
Chuckling, I looked her over appreciatively. I didn’t usually check out the owners of my patients, but Helen had been coming since I opened the vet clinic in town and her niece-name-unknown intrigued me. She looked bowled over, windblown, and covered in dog hair against her black Lululemon yoga pants and tank top my sister Kristen would envy. Perky breasts swelled over the top and the edging of a nude lace bra peeked out. The dogs barked, distracting me from my perusal.
“Down, Bailey. Sit, Roswell.” Using my firmest tone, the dogs all sat on the floor, complacent tails wagging.
“Oh wow, that is the best trick ever. They never do that for me.” Nameless girl put her hands on her hips, looking annoyed, and I was guessing the dogs had been giving her a run for her money, making her earn every penny of pet-sitting pay. She was exotic looking with tiny curves that packed a gut punch with her dark hair and almond-shaped eyes over a pert nose. I wondered about her background because I was curious. It was like the way chocolate shouldn’t have wasabi on it, and yet if you gave it a chance you’d taste the sweet heat. She reminded me of a girl I dated in veterinary school. That relationship hadn’t worked out for a bunch of reasons, but it was fun while it lasted and we parted amicably. 
“So…does Helen’s niece have a name or are you Precious?” I watched her skin blush with my inappropriate joke, and she shook her head no. I could kick myself for the incredibly lame and forward question after it left my mouth.
“Definitely not. Pumpkin here, aka Precious, is getting acupuncture, which is not my thing.” The Basset Hound, upon hearing his name, woofed loudly.
“So what may I call you then?”
“My name is Winnie.” 
She was definitely not a Winnie from The Wonder Years. Pretty in a refined sort of way. Expensive clothes, accessories, and a haughtiness that came with her snappy attitude reminded me of a city girl out of her element. It was a contradiction to the vortex of chaos she arrived with, and I found that curiously endearing.
“All right then, Winnie, let’s get this big guy some relief for his achy joints.” I pulled out some alcohol swabs and lowered the table to the floor to help the big dog who would definitely be getting a dietary recommendation from me later onto the table. “Hold his head and the table will lift him. Do you know if he’s generally nervous? Our regular pet acupuncturist is out, but I’m trained and certified to do this.”
“Oh uh, I have no idea.” 
The other dogs stayed sitting, and Pumpkin groaned as the table lifted him up to my reach.
“Keep his head near you and rub behind his ears. That usually calms them and the needle is small so they don’t feel pain, more like a pinch as the pain receptors start working to relieve the joint and muscle pain.”
“Uh huh.” 
Prepping what I needed, I glanced up to see Winnie looking decidedly green. This wasn’t good. I’d never had someone faint, but I’d heard stories about it. Her eyes focused on my hands holding the needle.
“Winnie?” I stepped toward her, but she didn’t move, not even a blink.
“Y-yes?” Her throat worked down a swallow, and I had to keep her talking and alert.
“Winnie, look at me. I’m Dr. Calloway.” 
Her eyes remained focused on my hands, not my face as I had hoped.
“No, you’re looking at the needle.” I snapped my fingers, causing her eyes to blink and look at me. “You can call me Chase, but look at me.” I put the acupuncture needle down, trying to gauge her level of faint readiness.
“Are you afraid of needles? It’s okay if you are.” I was worried I had a fainter on my hands and those hands were already full of dog, keeping Pumpkin who wanted to roll off on the table.
Her face scrunched with a sarcastic response. “No.” Her head shook. “That’s ridiculous.” 
I didn’t believe the weak refusal when she kept talking. 
“Um, that’s a really big needle and you’re going to stick that where?” 
My mind wandered a second before coming back realizing her eyelashes were fluttering dangerously close together.
“It usually is pretty big.” I slid the first needle in, and Precious blew out a shuddering breath. “Are you all right?” I asked again trying to not think about inappropriate things. Winnie swayed against the table and now was not the time for my dick and my brain to cross signals at work. Making sure she didn’t pass out was a priority to any flirtation I might be entertaining.
“Okay, yeah, I’m good.” 
I doubted it, because her voice had gone up a note or two. 
“Hey, did the lights go dim in here?” Winnie wobbled, and I reached for her, catching her in my arms before she fell.
“You’re fainting, Winnie.” 
She mumbled something, but I was too late to warn her, and she was out cold before she finished whatever it was she wanted to say. I rested my cheek against her head of soft hair that smelled of coffee and expensive shampoo. I felt the soft clammy skin of her hand seeking her pulse. Yeah, she definitely didn’t like needles. I carried her over to a chair and sat her down, calling for Sharon. This looked all kinds of bad with whimpering dogs and an unconscious girl snuggled against my coat.

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M.C. Cerny is a USA Today Bestselling author of fresh and sexy books. She fell in love with books after experiencing her first real ugly cry reading, Where The Red Fern Grows. Her debut romantic suspense novel, Flashpoint was written in a series of post-it-note ramblings that would likely make her idol Tom Clancy and her mother blush. She calls rural NJ home with her menagerie of human and feline fur-babies. When M.C. is not writing, you’ll find her lurking in Starbucks, running stupid marathons, singing Disney show tunes, and searching out the perfect shade of pink nail polish. 

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A Curvy Holiday Anthology

A Curvy Holiday Anthology
Release Date: December 3, 2019
Brought to you by: CMBS Charitable Collaborations 

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A Curvy Christmas is a compilation of eleven stories brought to you by eleven amazing authors. The characters in these stories aren’t your typical heroes and heroines. These characters are sexy, curvaceous women and men and the people that love them! 

Come join us for wildly fun, sexy, and inspirational holiday stories! 

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Lulu M Sylvian 

Bio-engineered to be the only redhead in a generation of blonds, Lulu feels that “aliens” may actually be the best answer for a lifetime of being asked, “Where did you get that red hair from?”
She did not come into writing from years of scribbling words on paper. Her background is rooted in visual arts and making pictures. Encouraged to make those pictures out of words Lulu began writing just to see what would happen. What happened was two full-length manuscripts in three months.
Lulu cannot ride a horse, a motorcycle, spin a hula hoop, or play roller derby. Yes, she has attempted all of those, even if it has been decades since she’s been on a horse or a motorcycle. She embraces the crazy that comes with that one little genetic mutation and attempts to live up to the reputation that proceeds her. Lulu would like to apologize for her contribution to the hole in the ozone layer from her use of hairspray in the 1980’s.

Barb Shuler 

Barb is a Carolina Girl by right and a Texan by birth. By day she’s a desk jockey for a rural transportation company and a book lover – reading through as many books as she can. At night, though, she turns into her alter ego, a writer. Cape, optional, depending on her mood.
Her stories are a mix of real life events, her own personal experiences, the crazy workings of her imagination, and the imaginations of her best friends. And with their imaginations together, it can get a bit nutty at times. Barb writes in multiple genres, encounters new adventures, creates new worlds and has a fantastic time breathing life into new stories. Creating something she hopes inspires anyone who reads them to fall in love with them as much as she has.
Barb lives by one little rule, tomorrow is never guaranteed so make sure you live each day to its fullest.

Sarah L Roth

Just a Long Island girl living in a Southern world…..
20 years ago, a Jew moved from the comfort of her Long Island home for parts unknown of South Carolina. She had to learn and adapt to the ways of the South, real quick like. For years, she was on a quest for Northern goodies in a Southern town. The journey for the proper bagel and the perfect NYC pizza always eluded her. The ever-loving theater geek, she craved the bright lights of the big city and planned to return some day. All her plans changed when she attempted to settle down. The “Experiments” came exactly five years apart (one boy and one girl) and both are every bit as eclectic as she. Boy Experiment sings The Beastie Boys and Taylor Swift on demand, while Girl Experiment shouts “Where is Thumpkin” with gusto of a head-banging Metal God.
Once adapted, she made a life with her B.A. in Theatre Performance in hand, and continued to find balance between Faith and the delights of slower Southern living. Now fluent in “Bless your hearts” and understanding the importance of pearl-clutching, she visits the hustle and bustle of the Big Apple, but loves coming home to her children. Her family humors her and the kids enjoy her antics.  

R. S. James

An up and coming contemporary romance author and avid reader. A mother of two active kids who keep this sports mom hopping from one event to the next and practice in there also! A wife to a hunter and fisherman who enjoys spending time with our family and friends. I’m a big believer in family and I love being a sister,aunt,daughter,mother. I love to sit on the porch while talking with my friends. The voices of my characters demanded that their stories come to life so here I am letting you in on the going ins and outside of my mind. 

Lindsey Taylor

Being a mother of two, wife and full time employee, Lindsey still manages to find time to write. She is passionate about all genres of writing, earning her BA in Journalism and MFA is Creative writing and English. She has been published in many newspapers and magazines nationwide, as well as blogs and online mediums. Lindsey has also been published with Pulse Publishing for her debut fiction novel, The Novel Within. She has also been a part of two anthologies.  Lindsey is currently working on her second fiction manuscript, a poetry memoir and another anthology.

Ree L Diehl

Ree L. Diehl was born on a misty morning in the mind of a multi-genre author who wanted to pen erotica but put her own stamp on it.  The result was the Unbillable Hours Series, serving up erotica with a dash of romantic comedy. The She-Wolf on the Twentieth Floor is the first in a series of standalone erotic stories where the best things happen off the clock.  Reviewer: Ree L. Diehl mixes the perfect combo of sizzle, plot & a touch of humor to make the reader want more! 

Nia Farrell

Nia Farrell is the award-winning author of one of The 50 Best Indie Books of 2016, a four-times Golden Flogger Finalist, and a founding member of the Wicked Pens.  She writes hot sex and happy endings in multiple genres and subgenres, including BDSM, ménage (MFM and MMF), paranormal, MC (motorcycle club), and Mafia. Regardless of genre, ultimately, her books are about the healing power of love.

Nia writes erotic romance as Nia Farrell, historical romance as Erinn Ellender Quinn (the Ellender is a family name), and erotica/romantic comedy as Ree L. Diehl.  Her three pen names share a webpage at, where you can view slideshows of tantalizing teasers and read steamy excerpts. As one reviewer put it, “If you love sensual, emotional and powerful romance with a definite D/s dynamic, you should be reading Author Nia Farrell.”

Sandra Daniels

Sandra Daniels is a small business owner, mother of three grown sons, and the wife of a Sheriff’s Deputy. She also just so happens to lead a double life as a writer of the books she loves to read—stories with relatable characters, humor, angst, hot sex, and just enough mayhem thrown in to make things interesting. And she manages to do it all with just a touch of southern flair. 

When she’s not writing, she loves reading, watching SEC football, lunching with friends, and spending time with her family—that is when she’s not chasing after the family’s chocolate lab, Rosco, who generally has one of her shoes. 

Courtney Lynn Rose

Courtney grew up in Baltimore and is pretty sure she threw her ability to give a f**k into the Inner Harbor long before high school. Like almost every writer on the planet, she started writing at a very young age. Her “way with words” led to her being the go-to person for writing funeral speeches for a long time. She tried poetry during that typical teenage phase when, like most, she thought it was her sole purpose to contemplate the existence of life and love and all the other things she thought she knew about.

For fourteen years she left the writing world behind and worked full-time as a paranormal investigator and demonologist until retiring in 2014. During that time, she had three children, earned degrees in Abnormal Psychology, Criminal Justice, and English Literature, and eventually got back to writing. While all things paranormal will always be Courtney’s heart and soul, closing the door on that career opened up a plethora of ways to use that knowledge and experience to scare the hell out of people through her writing and public talks.

Today, she lives in East Tennessee with her children and spends a majority of her time writing things that make people smile while cutting their emotions deep, and running her own professional editing company— Full Bloom Editorial. Courtney is also proud to be the Acquisitions Editor for the small press publisher, Knox Publishing, LLC.
Her novels pull from life and bring to light the things she holds fiercely in her DNA— abuse and addiction survival, domestic violence, and above all, the notion and belief that love, loyalty, and friendship are the bonds which hold every relationship together. Courtney also dabbles in the world of cover modeling and is honored and humbled by every cover she’s asked to be on for her fellow authors.

Alexis R Craig

Author Alexis Craig resides on 10 acres of wooded wonderland in rural North Carolina with her soulmate, who understands her little quirks.  She enjoys reading, hiking, coffee shops, and spending time with her husband. She writes all forms of romance… from sweet to super steamy. 

Nicole Garcia

N.Y. Times Bestselling author Nicole Garcia has a degree in Nursing but has been a stay at home mom for the past 10 years. Her passion is reading and decided to make a career out of sharing her love for books. Nicole started writing poetry when she was just a little girl and had always loved the feeling it gave her. She now writes full-time. Currently, she writes steamy Contemporary and Paranormal Romance but plans to write other genres in the future. Hope you will join her in all the fun ahead. 

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Peyton Banks Hard Love


Hard Love
Author: Peyton Banks
Genre: A BWWM Sports Romance
Release: May 15, 2018

He was football royalty. Legendary quarterback. A champion. 

Reiner Strickland had led his team to three national championships and playing a knight in shining armor was all in a day’s work for the NFL star quarterback. Only his damsel in distress had no idea who he was, and it threw him off his game. He was the face of his organization and was used to everyone recognizing him. Her innocence, charm, and beauty captivated him. It wasn’t until after they parted ways that he realized that he never got her number or even her last name.  

Jada Dalton had no idea who her sexy knight in shining armor was, but knew that she’d probably never see him again. She was focused on building her business and didn’t have time for love. Just because she was determined to become a successful businesswoman, it didn’t mean she couldn’t dream about her sexy as sin rescuer.

Another chance meeting brings the two together and this time, Jada discovers who exactly Reiner is. She learns quickly what goes along with dating a football legend and is not sure she can handle it. Reiner refuses to let Jada go. He’ll have to dig deep and call out the most important play of his life to ensure that Jada Dalton remains on his team.

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Peyton Banks is the alter ego of a city girl who is a romantic at heart. Her mornings consist of coffee and daydreaming up the next steamy romance book ideas. She loves spinning romantic tales of hot alpha males and the women they love. She currently resides with her husband and children in Cleveland, Ohio.

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When one of the stars of the boozy, risqué reality show, Charleston Buzz, takes a bullet to the head in mid-tryst, homicide cops Nick Janzek and Delvin Rhett swing into action. Within twenty-four hours they have five suspects…problem is all of them have solid alibis.

Meanwhile, across town, is that a clandestine brothel being run by the fat cats of Charleston?

And what’s with all those college girls hanging out there?

As new partners Janzek and Rhett stumble along looking for a break, it becomes clear that some of Charleston’s most prominent citizens are up to their eyeballs in it all.
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Book Title: Warrior’s Way, Coulter & Woodard 1

Author: M.J. Calabrese

Publisher: Self-Published

Cover Artist: Reese Dante

Release Date: December 3, 2019

Genre/s: Contemporary M/M Romantic Suspense

Trope/s: Friends to lovers

Themes: Crime solving

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 55 771 words

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Will Eagle and Adam be able to stop a murderer while navigating their changing relationship?

Blurb ‘Hello, tall, dark and handsome.’ Out and proud gay Albuquerque Homicide Detective Eagle Woodard studied Dr. Adam Coulter, criminal profiler, with a clinical eye. ‘Slender build…narrow waist, but nicely muscled underneath that Hugo Boss suit. People think you work out, Kemo, but you don’t.’ Eagle’s dark eyes narrowed. ‘You know I hate that day old beard look, but you were probably too wasted to bother. Nice eyes, green when they aren’t blood shot. Flawless tanned skin except for that tiny scar through your left eyebrow.’ The former Army Ranger grinned. ‘I gave that to you accidentally when we were 8 years old. When you stood up for this Navajo kid in an all white school. We both got our asses kicked.’ Eagle sighed and shook his head. That was the day he’d fallen in love with 4 times married, 4 times divorced, current roommate, Adam Coulter. Eagle and Adam are faced with their toughest challenge yet. They must find an active serial killer before he strikes again. With the powers that be not cooperating and the killer proving to be elusive, will Eagle and Adam be able to stop the murderer while navigating their changing relationship?     Excerpt The cool wind attacked Eagle Woodard’s body as he fell head over heels. He tumbled, body tightly tucked as he cleared the modified Cessna, momentarily catching sight of the blue, cloudless horizon before stretching out to embrace the air. Below him, the rust toned surrealist canvas of desert and mountains began to take shape as he allowed himself to freefall through the biting tempest. The winds transformed his tanned face, warping it into a mad, Joker-esque grin. The former Army Ranger set his plan into motion. Pulling his muscular arms tightly against his torso, the angle of his descent began to change. ‘I feel the need, the need for speed.’ If the wind hadn’t been so brutal, he would’ve laughed. How many times had they used those iconic words in training? At 38, it felt like a lifetime ago. Eagle tilted his head down. He pressed his legs together with toes pointed toward the heavens, becoming a human bullet streaking through the atmosphere. He could feel the friction heating his head and shoulders. His dark, goggle covered eyes flickered to the left, quickly gauging his altitude in relation to the horizon. One…, two…, three seconds passed. With an agility reminiscent of his aviary namesake, he arched his back, catching the horrendous pounding of the wind squarely on his upper chest, making it difficult to breathe. Deliberately spreading his arms and sinewy legs, he succeeded in capturing the furious gale, harnessing it. Using calculated care, he began slowing his descent from Father Sky toward Amá ni’, Mother Earth. Eagle reveled in the multitude of sensations inundating his body. The angry roar of the wind deafened him. The white noise of the rushing air blotted out all sound except for the popping of the black, nylon jumpsuit. The wind strained the cloth protecting him almost to its limit. The powerful, talon-like turbulence threatened to shred his clothes, leaving him bare and unprotected from the tempest. The bee sting lash of his long, raven ponytail as it whipped against his neck and face revitalized and reddened his brown skin. Four…, five…, six…, seven…, eight.’ With an eerie calm, Woodard counted the seconds. As he drew closer and closer to terra firma, his confidence in his abilities never wavered. Here he was master. Here he was the great bird of his people’s folklore. He was the embodiment of Atsáh, the Eagle, swooping with deadly accuracy toward his prey on the ground. The Albuquerque homicide Detective didn’t need to see his altimeter. He knew he only had a few more moments of precious freedom. Reluctantly, his right hand moved reflexively to the left side of his chest. Gripping the cold metal ring, he tugged. A grunt of air was forced from his lungs. The nylon straps crisscrossing his body suddenly tightened, drawing him up. Eagle grimaced as pain seared up his back. The sudden opening of his parachute at this rate of speed aggravated more than one old injury. Gravity, the purveyor of his discomfort, pressed his chin to his chest for an instant before the strain of rapid deceleration eased. With skill born of countless jumps, Eagle maneuvered the billowing canopy toward his destination. Calculating the high desert cross winds, he made a last-minute correction which allowed him to plant his right foot firmly onto the center of the large, white cross target. As his left foot touched down, he leaned back, encouraging his chute to take the rest of the breeze until it collapsed and fell impotent to the sand. Instantly, the tall man began to gather the yards of thin ripstop nylon and cord into his arms, beating down any last show of resistance from the exuberant ram-air parachute. Turning, Eagle reached up and pulled his goggles from his face just as his cell phone rang. Pulling it from his zippered pocket, he grimaced at the sight of the familiar number. “I thought I was supposed to have a day off, Captain.” “You do, but I’ve got an FBI agent here that needs to talk with you. Says you knew his brother. Here, talk to him.” “Detective Woodard, my name is Kessler. Rick Kessler. I think you served with my brother, Dean, in the Army.” The voice and the name triggered unpleasant memories of a time he had tried to bury. He couldn’t tell if it was his Spanish or Navajo side sending a warning chill up his spine. Suddenly, Eagle realized the man on the other end of the line was waiting. “Yeah, sorry. Yeah, I remember Dean. He died in Afghanistan, didn’t he? Sorry.” What Woodard remembered was what a closeted bastard the guy had been and how he’d used the knowledge of Eagle’s own closeted sexuality against him. Threatening to report him and risking dishonorable discharge at best…, or death if members of their team found out. He didn’t mourn Dean Kessler’s passing when he got word that some insurgents finished him. “Captain said you were with the FBI?” “Yes. Detective Woodard, I’ve heard a lot about you and Dr. Coulter. I was very impressed when you apprehended Martin Devoreaux. I read the case report. You and Dr. Coulter are quite the team. The good doctor’s a legend at the bureau. His book on Ritual Behaviorism Among Serial Killers is mandatory reading now at the academy.” “Oh, Adam would love to hear that.” Eagle rolled his eyes. The last thing Adam Coulter needed was something to bolster his ego. “If it’s alright, I really need to talk with both of you about a case I’m working. I think you might be able to help me.” “Today?” “No. I’m still putting some final touches on a plan I’ve got in motion. How about tomorrow morning at your home? I want to keep this as low key as possible. Strictly, on a need to know basis, so I’d prefer it if your Captain and I met with you and Coulter privately.” Eagle unzipped his jumpsuit from chin to navel. “What time?” “0900?” “Sure. Tell Cap to bring the creamer.” Pocketing his phone, Eagle gathered his parachute from the ground and slowly made his way to his truck. Stowing the chute away, he unzipped his jumpsuit the rest of the way. Dragging it down off his shoulders, he revealed a tan-colored work shirt and jeans. He pushed the loose-fitting black nylon from around his narrow waist. Wrestling the last couple of inches of fabric over his shoes, Eagle jerked the material free and tossed it behind the driver’s seat completing his impromptu striptease. He looked up toward the sun before glancing at his watch. “Yeah…, I know, I’m late.” He said to no one, but the wind.  


About the Author

My mother now regrets her fateful words she offered the day I came home from our small town library in Palm Springs, California (yes, I’m a Cali girl) complaining that there were no more books to read. “Then why don’t you write some.” My father never saw his old Remington portable until I entered college and they gifted me an IBM Selectric. By then I had produced at least two dozen unpublishable novels which make me cringe when I read them today.

I found inspiration in innumerable odd jobs (from migrant work as a Date palm pollinator to the person who cleans the washing machines at the launderette to professional Dominatrix) for stories. After a stint in Rehab for Alcohol and Heroin abuse (so when I write those scenes, I know what I’m talking about), I cleaned up and have stayed that way for 29 years. (Me and Sir Elton, LOL). My gypsy lifestyle gave me a unique perspective on the different people who inhabited the Washington, Oregon, Arizona, California, and New Mexico areas where I have lived.

After 3 very bad marriages to men, I finally figured out what was wrong and fell in love with a woman when I lived in Portland, OR 23 years ago. We’ve been married since 2008 (yes, it was legal in California at that time). We now live in Asheville, NC and love the people in this liberal and accepting corner of the mountains of North Carolina.

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Reckless With You by Carrie Ann Ryan

Title: Reckless With You
Series: Less Than #2
Author: Carrie Ann Ryan
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: December 3, 2019


From the NYT Bestselling Author of Breathless With Her comes a fake relationship romance that’s all too real.

Professing her love to her best friend while wearing only her favorite panty set and coat probably wasn’t the best decision Amelia Carr has ever made. In fact, it’s perhaps the worst. But when her family becomes their overprotective selves while encroaching on her life, she makes a rash decision: her brother’s best friend will just have to be her beard. Too bad, he has no idea what he’s in for.

Tucker Reinhard loves women, and they tend to love him even more. Despite the love, he never would have expected Amelia to come up with the plan she poses to him. He’ll go along with it, but only because he doesn’t want to see her hurt—even if that means fighting his best friend.

In the midst of her scheme, Amelia realizes she doesn’t know Tucker as well as she thought. And neither of them are prepared for what happens when they let the façade go and see what truly lies beneath.

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Carrie Ann Ryan is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of contemporary, paranormal, and young adult romance. Her works include the Montgomery Ink, Redwood Pack, Fractured Connections, and Elements of Five series, which have sold over 3.0 million books worldwide. She started writing while in graduate school for her advanced degree in chemistry and hasn’t stopped since. Carrie Ann has written over seventy-five novels and novellas with more in the works. When she’s not losing herself in her emotional and action-packed worlds, she’s reading as much as she can while wrangling her clowder of cats who have more followers than she does.

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Snowed in Love by Amanda Siegrist

Title: Snowed in Love
Series: A Holiday Romance Novel #4
Author: Amanda Siegrist
Genre: Contemporary/Holiday Romance
 Release Date: December 3, 2019


A blizzard. A cabin. A cup of hot chocolate.
The perfect mixture to fall in love.

James Brennen is nothing but a screwup. At least, in the small town of Mulberry, that’s what everyone thinks of him. As a recovering alcoholic, he’s trying his best to turn his life around, to be a better man. All of his hard work comes crashing down when he’s fired from his job at the hospital—accused of stealing drugs. Nothing ever changes and he’s done trying to prove himself. Needing time alone, his friend’s cabin in the middle of the woods provides the perfect escape. He knows he’s found deep trouble, not only when he gets stranded during a brutal snowstorm, but that he’s stuck with the one woman he’s wanted since the first day he laid eyes on her. The passion burns bright between them, but it doesn’t matter, as soon as Christmas is over, he’s leaving for good.


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The thought of warmth, of sitting by a fire—if she was lucky—forced her to increase her pace. And like a miracle sent from heaven, she was within twenty feet of a small cabin decked out with a short porch, just enough room to fit a bench.
Her steps slowed.
She was freezing. Maybe to the point of hypothermia. Okay, probably a little exaggeration on her part, but she was bone-deep cold.
Yet, she walked like a snail, taking her time to the front door.
What would she say?
Better yet, what would he say?
Well, James wasn’t a cruel man, he wouldn’t turn her away. He’d let her in. Let her warm up.
But would he accept her apology? Could they go back to their easy camaraderie? Could they still be friends and hang out even if he didn’t work at the hospital anymore?
Only one way to find out.
Moving faster, she walked right up to the door and knocked loudly. No hesitation. No thinking about his reaction.
Shivering, more than she had when she had been walking, she wondered if she didn’t knock hard enough. She thought she had. But why wasn’t he answering?
Raising her gloved fist again, she swung it forward, nearly tripping on her feet when the door swung open. Losing her balance from the surprise, her fist knocked into his chest instead of the door.
James caught her around the waist, holding her steady.
The shock in his eyes mesmerized her. A mixture of confusion, surprise, and amazement.
“Erin? What…” His brows puckered low. “What are you doing here?”
That long treacherous walk she just completed, she had all the time in the world to come up with something good to say.
And nothing. No words came out. Not even her apology she wanted to offer.
Although she couldn’t feel anything through her large winter coat, his soft touch, his sweet hands on her waist was rendering her speechless.
She had never been in his arms before. Not even in a small hug.
Right now, right here, in this moment, she wanted to be completely in his arms. She wanted to close the distance and soak up his warmth, his kindness, his sweetness. Let him know in that one big gesture how much she cared about him. Because no matter what anyone said or thought about him, he was a sweet, kind, thoughtful man.
When was the last time someone other than his sister told him how important he was in their lives?
Without a word, she dropped her fist from his chest, stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him.
(Copyright © 2019 Amanda Siegrist)

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I’m a USA Today Bestselling Author that loves to write sweet contemporary romance and romantic suspense novels, although I am partial to romantic suspense. Honestly, I love anything that has to do with romance. As long as there’s a happy ending, I’m a happy camper. And insta-love…yes, please! I love baseball (Go Twins!) and creating awesome crafts. I graduated with a Bachelor’s Degree in Criminal Justice, working in that field for several years before I became a stay-at-home mom. I have a few more amazing stories in the works. If you would like to connect with me or see important news, head to my website at Thanks for reading!

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Missing Beats (In Italian) by KL Shandwick

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Battiti Mancati 
Missing Beats (In Italian)
By KL Shandwick
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What would you do if a hot famous person rang your cell phone out of the blue? 
How would you feel if he asked to sleep on your couch?
Now, what would your answer be if this smoking hot man was a stranger to the adult you, but had been your soulmate when you were a child?
When Jo Carmichael answered this call, a tender heart beat out of time— but not in the happy and dizzy way you may think.
Most women would gladly beg for an opportunity to spend time with a handsome hot-blooded star, but they weren’t Jo, and Kane Exeter’s job didn’t impress her. More importantly, he’d broken her heart.
However, with a burning curiosity to learn why Kane had deceived her, she doesn’t refuse his pleading request.
Many women viewed a night with Kane as the most glorious time of their lives. To Jo, the man on the line wasn’t famous he was just an older version of a ten-year-old army brat she couldn’t forget.
A contemporary romance for readers over the age of 18.
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And now in the language of love…
Battiti Mancati
Cosa faresti se all’improvviso ricevessi una telefonata da un personaggio famoso? Come ti sentiresti se ti chiedesse di dormire sul tuo divano? E come risponderesti se quest’uomo sexy da morire fosse un estraneo per la te adulta, ma fosse stato la tua anima gemella quando eri una bambina? Quando Jo Carmichael risponde alla chiamata, il suo cuore tenero perde qualche battito, ma non per la felicità da capogiri che si potrebbe pensare. La maggior parte delle donne implorerebbe per avere l’opportunità di trascorrere del tempo con un bellissimo uomo famoso e dal sangue bollente, ma la maggior parte delle donne non è Jo, e il lavoro di Kane Exeter non la impressiona. Cosa ancora più importante, lui le ha spezzato il cuore. Tuttavia, la bruciante curiosità di sapere perché Kane l’ha tradita la spinge a non rifiutare la sua richiesta. Per molte donne passare una notte con Kane è il momento più esaltante della loro vita. Per Jo, invece, lui non è un uomo famoso, è solo la versione adulta del bambino di dieci anni, figlio di un militare, che lei non è riuscita a dimenticare. Un romance contemporaneo.
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Writing came relatively late in life for KL after a challenge by a friend led to The Everything Trilogy. She loves creating new characters and storylines. KL has worked in the health and social care sector for most of her adult life, so to have the opportunity to step out of serious roles and create colourful characters is very rewarding. She enjoys where they take her, and each character has his or her own voice. KL doesn’t use prepared outlines for her stories, preferring the characters to take their own direction as the story progresses. Follow KL here: Twitter Facebook Author Page Amazon Author Page Bookbub Website How about a free novella? Sign for my newsletter and receive a FREE copy of my novella, Flying Under The Radar using this link –> Sign Up Here  Available in ebook, paperback, and in some cases, audio and foreign editions: Enough Isn’t Everything Everything She Needs Everything I Want Love With Every Beat Just Jack Everything Is Yours Exhale and Move On Gibson’s Legacy Trusting Gibson Gibson’s Melody Piper: A Last Score Spin-Off Last Score Box Set Ready For Flynn, Part 1 Ready For Flynn, Part 2 Ready For Flynn, Part 3 Flying Under the Radar Ready For Flynn Box Set Missing Beats Notes On Love Free to Breathe Souled
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Missing Beats – excerpt
I had loved Kane Exeter since I was six and a half years old; I just didn’t know it until
later. We met for the first time in Germany when both of our fathers served as military
personnel stationed overseas.
Kane was an alpha boy even then; his thought processes were head and shoulders above
his peers. He was always taking charge and organizing everyone.
As he grew up, that natural leadership combined with his smart as hell brain, had taken
him to places I could only dream about. Kane had no time for girls back then so I
counted myself privileged that he was my friend.
The reality was that he saw me as one of the boys when they were a goalkeeper short for
the barracks under nine’s soccer team.
It may be clichéd to say, but Kane and I just clicked. My brother Matt, who was nine at
the time, and my twin brother, Jacob, were his best friends until he started calling
around for me to hang out with him—about six months later—without my brothers.
Both of my siblings attended band practice and Kane didn’t play, so he hung out with me
instead. It’s strange how things turned out. They practiced their musical instruments
religiously and it was Kane who became a rock star.
Being around him as a kid was effortless, and as young as we were, the special bond that
formed between us made us practically inseparable.
Somehow we instinctively knew what the other was thinking and had an easy friendship
that kept us close. He was my god as an impressionable little girl and he always made
me laugh.
Although my name is Josephine, my family called me Josie, but Kane, he always called
me Jo. In my head, I heard that as the boy’s name, Joe. It fluffed my seven year-old ego
that he thought of me as an equal—one of the boys as it were.
Looking back, we had a pretty secure and idyllic lifestyle on our military campus until
the notice came for our fathers to return to their USA army bases, tilting our small world
on its axis.
We had no idea then how quickly our little lives would change. No one really thought
much about us kids when we were suddenly transferred back. Our endings were abrupt
and without closure to those we’d become attached to. Not being able to see Kane every
day after that felt like a bereavement to me.
I knew from those left behind, that promises made to keep in touch with them rarely
transpired once people departed and moved on. They were never heard from again.
Mom told us, in a matter-of-fact tone, that the army couldn’t afford to care about the
effects on individuals and that our country and its people had to be protected. She said
sacrifices had to be made. I was never sure if that was something she was told, if she’d
made it up or if it was something she believed, but because of the nature of our fathers’
work, Kane and I became emotional casualties of war in our own right.
When we packed up and headed back to Maryland there were tears and promises made
that we’d see each other often.