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Donovan


Title: Donovan
Author: Anna Castor
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 31, 2020
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Donovan:
Forget about the cold and distant bastard who did anything (and whoever for that matter), as he pleases. She consumed him. His thoughts, dreams, works of art and every fibre down to his soul. He was battling this raging war between his conscience and heart as his obsession was the exact thing that was holding him back from her.

Kate:
She’s trying hard to avoid his stormy gray eyes watching her every move. He makes her uncomfortable as he stares from across the room with his scowling face. Unfortunately, getting over the biggest crush of her life is easier said than done. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

Donovan is the second book in the funny, sweet and steamy Lucky Irish series about the love lives of several Irish families in Austin, Texas. Each book is a new sexy romance but lets us also catch up with favorite characters from the series.

No cheating, no cliffhangers and definitely a HEA.

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“I’m sick, and I don’t want to give you the same bug.” 
“Open the door,” he demanded.
She exhaled again, which came out as a big sigh.
“Don’t you sigh at me.”
Behind the safety of the closed doors, Kate rolled her eyes. She grinned at her own cowardice before opening the door.
“Why are you smiling? I don’t find it funny you would’ve left me standing here if I hadn’t heard you. I should bend you over my knee for that.” Wearing a stern expression, he raised an eyebrow at her.
Kate wanted to act indifferent to his remark, but she could feel her skin already heating up at the thought of being put over his knee. God, was it warm in here? Oh no…. She remembered her cupcake onesie and furry flamingo slippers. Her cheeks reddened even more, and she wondered if it was possible to die from embarrassment.
“Nice flamingos, cupcake,” Donovan said with a smirk.
She looked at the offending flamingos and instantly hated the sight of them. She was supposed to be a twenty-seven-year-old seductress, a self-assured woman who Donovan would want above all others—at least she was in her dreams. Never had she imagined he’d see her in an ice-cream-stained cupcake onesie and these stupid slippers. 


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Anna Castor lives in a small town near Amsterdam, The Netherlands, with her husband and their three young daughters. When she’s not writing and has some time left between bringing her kids to school and picking them up from play dates or volleyball practice, she’s glued to her e-reader. Reading and writing sweep her away into other people’s lives.

As a former wedding photographer, she found the best part of the job, next to creating beautiful pictures for the happy couple, was getting to hear their love story. Every wedding had a different story to tell: the histories of the bride and groom, their family dynamics, their challenges in life, and of course, how they met and fell in love. Anna loved being a small part of their lives during the wedding and telling their stories with her pictures.

And now Anna takes her readers with her into the lives of her characters, the troubles and hardships they may come across on the journey to a happily ever after.


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Dark Odyssey

Tease Me
Dark Odyssey Book 1
by Faith Summers
Genre: Billionaire Mafia Romance
An angel like her… and a devil like me.
Was it wrong to prey on the weak?
Especially when the weak came in the form of this beautiful angel on the doorstep of my club.
My club The Dark Odyssey.
The place where people live out their wildest fantasies.
Here, beneath the mask.
Nothing is off limits and just like Vegas, what happens here stays here.
She’s too angelic for the wild masquerade parties I hold.
She couldn’t possibly know she’s standing at the doorway to sin.
It’s clear she’s here for something else.
I smell desperation and fear…
That’s fine, I’ve already decided she’ll be mine.
I’ve found the perfect toy to play with.
I’m Nick Giordano and I always get what I want.
I want her body.
Obedience.
Submission.
Heart and soul.
I’ll claim her. I’ll break her, and possess her
She’s the perfect distraction from my enemies.
And, the darkness of my world.
Welcome to The Dark Odyssey, Angel Doll.
I hope you enjoy your stay, I know I will.
Taunt Me
Dark Odyssey Book 2
She was always mine … whether she wanted to be or not
Ten years ago I allowed another man to take her to pay her families debt.
Fighting for her would have started a war.
I thought life was complicated then.
Now she’s back in my life and brings more than I bargained for.
I live by a code: Always stay in control.
Yet, I’ve never been able to say no to her.
Not years ago when she stepped through the doors of the Dark Odyssey and handed me her v card.
Not now that when her enemies try to blackmail her.
She needs my help so I give it.
But not without a price.
I want her
I want her for myself.
On her knees before me, in my bed, everywhere.
Every day, forever.
I’ll protect her from everything.
Except me.
Beneath the mask I wear, I may be the devil she doesn’t want, but needs.
I want her to be mine.
My property, my possession.
What I never knew was her secrets may be my end.
Faith Summers is the Dark Contemporary Romance pen name of USA Today Bestselling Author, Khardine Gray.
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The Colonel and the Enchantress


An Enchantress Novel, Book 4
Historical Romance
Date Published: February 14, 2020

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From the shadows of war, love rises.

Lady Mary Mowbrah, daughter of a duke, fell in love with a man beneath her station. When he leaves for war, determined to earn her hand as a hero, she promises to wait for him, never dreaming the man who returns will be different from the man who left.

Colonel Duncan Starrett returns from war with honors, accolades, and a debilitating injury. As much as he still loves Lady Mary, he fears a future between them is now impossible.

This is the love story of Mary and Duncan as they forge a future from the shadows of the past.




Other Books in the Enchantress Novel Series:




The Earl and The Enchantress




The Duke and The Enchantress




The Baron and The Enchantress



Excerpt

Prologue


August 1790

Five years earlier


Stretching out his legs, Duncan Starrett lay across the picnic blanket, his forearm sinking into the dewy grass beneath. His eyes met those of his love’s—wide, walnut brown, framed with black lashes against alabaster skin. For nearly a year he had loved her, yet one look still made his pulse race.

“I want to come with you,” she said, brushing soft fingers against his cheek.

“I’ll return before you notice I’ve gone; a decorated hero worthy of your hand.”

She pleaded with her eyes.

“The battlefield is no place for you, Mary. How could I fight for Crown and country when worrying about your safety? Not that your family would ever consent for you to follow the drum.”

“Oh, Duncan, let’s elope! It would be so romantic.” Wistful, Lady Mary clasped her hands, looked to the heavens, and fell back against the blanket with a sigh of youthful innocence.

Tree branches danced shadows on her features. His heartbeat quickened as he leaned over her, tracing her lips with his fingertips. Leaving her behind would be the most difficult task of his life. His Mary. His love.

“Dream of my return,” he said. “We’ll attend the best parties, dance until our feet blister, and ride into the sunset on our fastest horses. Once I return, I’ll ask permission for your hand.”

She combed her fingers through his hair, sending shivers from scalp to toes. Pulling him to her, she kissed him, a gentle pout of moist lips pursed to his.

“We’ve lingered too long,” he murmured, lost in the depths of her eyes. “Go home before they notice your absence.”

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1791



As an ensign in the Light Dragoons, Duncan saw more ballrooms than battlefields, easy to do when there were no battles. He craved the clash of swords and thunder of guns. After a childhood filled with his father’s romantic war stories, Duncan longed to experience the scenes for himself: hiking impossible hills, meeting the enemy with sword drawn, wading through rivers, sleeping beneath the stars. In the quiet of the night, he brandished his sabre at the darkness, practicing his moves, striking a dashing pose.



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1792



Lieutenant Starrett had yet to see war. Was this his route to heroism? Was he fated to return home an officer who had never drawn his sword?

Days turned to weeks, weeks to months, months to years.

The French were at war with themselves, launching a revolution against their monarchy. The British Army remained idle, waiting. Waiting for what? An opportune moment to fight? Duncan wanted to fight now. For too long he had waited for action. He recalled the promises made when his father purchased his first commission—the Crown would take advantage of France’s weakness. When was this grand takeover? His blade was sharp, his gun was clean, and he was ready.



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July 1793



Captain Starrett ached with desperation to prove himself.

And then, he found war. Or rather, war found him.

The daring! The glory! The action exhilarated him.

He roared into battle, a fierce foe, heart in his throat, body tingling with excitement tinged with fear. He fought for his life, for his country, for his father, for Mary. In this moment, he was man—raw power, passionate and invigorated, victory red.

He thought himself debonair, a real hero.

With the elation of battle pulsing through his veins, he wrote to Mary. He could not very well return after wielding his sword only once. He wanted more—thirsted, hungered for more. What was another couple of years after the three he spent waiting? It was not as though he would never return.



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April 1794



Major Starrett dabbed the tender skin of his stomach with a wet cloth. The blade had come too close for comfort. Only now did he realize how close, as it had sliced through his waistcoat and grazed his skin. The more superficial, the more troubling. He winced with each stroke of the cloth.

However safe at camp he was, the apprehension of more bloodshed buzzed in his ears. The morning would see the fighting renewed. His limbs were clammy from the cold sweat all too familiar both post- and pre-battle. Tonight, he would dream of holding Mary, inhaling the aroma of her lavender-scented hair, savoring the feel of her velvet skin.  



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June 1794



He trudged with throbbing feet, overwrought muscles, and pounding head, disillusioned by war. Lost were his dreams in a sea of red, bathed in the glow of regimental coats mingled with blood. This was not heroic. This was not glamorous. This was a horror show of vacant stares and flashing steel. He was Charon, ferrying sons from their mothers and husbands from their wives. No longer did he crave the battlefield with its death and guilt.

And yet, he still craved the valor, the camaraderie, the rhythm of the drums, the scent of victory, the sounds of gallantry.



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August 1794



Atop his stallion Caesar, Lieutenant Colonel Starrett of the Light Dragoons led his men into battle. British, Dutch, and Austrian troops launched against the French, a proper invasion of a weakened and ruler-less country. With sabre at the ready, he leaned forward and squeezed his calves to the hot horseflesh, signaling his mount to charge. The formation was tight, mere inches between cavalry riders. A roar of power erupted as they broke through infantry lines, slashing an opening for the foot regiments.

There was no greater feeling than a horse beneath him, an inseverable bond between beast and man. Only his legs and weight signaled his horse’s movements, for his hands wielded weapons of war rather than reins. His horse was an extension of himself.

Boxtel was a fierce and bloody battle, but Duncan was untouchable atop his stallion.



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January 1795



Colonel Starrett shivered. More men had died from exposure than battle; a harsher winter they had not seen. With white clouds for breath, they prepared to defend the frozen waters of the Lower Rhine. The horses pawed the iced earth, ready. He stroked Caesar’s neck, his hand trembling.

The enemy lined the opposite bank, muskets aimed, bayonets fixed.

Ignoring the smell of fear in the air, Duncan signaled his regiment with his sabre.

Time slowed. Seconds stretched to infinity between spur and charge. Duncan’s attention funneled. He knew only the hoofbeats of his horse, the song of bullets, and his steady breath.

The cavalry hoofed alongside their field commander, an impenetrable wall of horse muscle and blades.

Convinced the Holy Spirit was on their side, the enemy marched across the frozen water.

Steel clanged and men cried as the dragoons broke the line at the riverbank.

A moment of victory before it all went wrong.

Another line crossed the river, muskets aimed, bayonets fixed. Another line behind them. And another. His regiment, decimated by the cold, chattered their teeth along the river’s edge as they watched the endless onslaught of Frenchmen.

Retreat! The cry echoed through the ranks, the survivors running or fighting their way back to safety.

Duncan, one hand wielding his sabre, the other holstering his Elliot pattern pistol, nudged Caesar to about-face. Without further encouragement, the horse turned and retreated, the whole of the allied troops doing likewise.

His one thought: get the men to safety.

A slap to his lower back broke his focus. He looked to either side, expecting to see one of his men. Leaning forward to quicken the pace away from the river, he felt a tightening pressure along his spine, warming as it twisted, a fire poker sinking into his flesh then tugging.

The scorch spread, hot and wet.

As he straightened, slowing his mount, he felt winded, the air knocked out of his lungs. He panicked, struggling to breathe.

Before him, arm outstretched, hovered an ethereal Mary. His Mary. His ladylove. Even as he reached out to her, his head swam in a dizzying vortex. Their fingers touched as he slumped against Caesar’s neck.

 





About the Author


Celebrated for her complex characters, realistic conflicts, and sensual love scenes, Paullett Golden puts a spin on historical romance. Her novels, set primarily in Georgian and Regency England with some dabbling in Ireland, Scotland, and France, challenge the norm by involving characters who are loved for their flaws, imperfections, and idiosyncrasies. Her stories show love overcoming adversity. Whatever our self-doubts, love will out.

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Never Date a Siren

Never Date a Siren
College Fae Magic Series #1
by Byrd Nash
Genre: YA Fantasy
College Life: Friends, Finals, and the Fae trying to kill you.
Attending college your first year is exciting! Unless you fall victim to a siren’s love spell.
The Leopold Otto University, in mysterious Bewachterberg, invites both humans and those from the fairy lands to attend classes.
Beware though, the administration doesn’t guarantee your safety.
American college student, Logan Dannon, quickly discovers a student body composed of creatures from mythology and folklore are tricksy and dangerous. Only if he can navigate the fae’s tangled code of honor, might he survive the semester.
Brigit, a fae runaway, didn’t plan on getting a human roommate. Or that she would be placed under a fairy debt. Will the dryad be able to save Logan from a siren’s love spell or fail the semester?
A contemporary fantasy world where beings from the Perilous Realm make university life for humans precarious. The first book in the College Fae magic series about friendships between humans and the fae.
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After gaining her B.A. degree in journalism Byrd worked as a reporter for a bunch of newspapers you never heard of in small towns you never heard of. Eventually she realized she could starve just as as easily writing her own stories as reporting on local vegetable festivals.
She is owned by cats and horses.
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