Three couples uncover their happily ever after in this series of connected standalones. Packed with humor and heart, Kacey Shea brings a fresh look to her debut novels.
💀 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐊𝐔𝐋𝐋 (Sons of Sinister #1) by Tabatha Vargo is releasing 3/17!
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THE FIRST MEETING …
I smoothed my hair down and blew it away from my face, but before I was able to see again, a hand wrap around the top of my arm in a bruising grip and I was suddenly being tugged back and tossed the ground.
A deep voice barked down at me, but I couldn’t hear anything over the sound of my blood rushing through my ears.
My back ached, the gravel and rocks digging into my hands as I pushed myself into a sitting position and cleared my hair from my face once again. I would never leave my hair down again. I looked up and my eyes clashed with a pair of glowing green eyes with heavy dark brows and then nothing else, but a skull handkerchief covering his face from the nose down.
The skull with the neon green bike.
He was even more amazing up close.
He shook his head and sighed, obviously aggravated with me.
“You stepped onto the strip while a race was going on. I’m just trying to figure out why. Are you suicidal, murderous, or mental?”
“None of the above,” I said, pushing up from the ground until I was standing.
He didn’t move to help me.
Once I was on my feet, he was still looming over me and looking down at me as if I had tried to murder his favorite person.
“You don’t belong here,” he spat. “Stay on your side of town before you get someone killed.”
He turned away from me in aggravation and I found myself annoyed by his behavior. There I was, having a nice time, and he had to go and ruin it.
“This is my side of town,” I lied.
He stopped and spun around. His wide shoulders blocking my view of The Strip behind him.
“Liar,” he growled.
“I’m not lying.”
He moved toward me, his form growing wider and taller the closer he got. The chain hanging from his pocket jingled and his heavy boots crunched the gravel with each step he took. His eyes, while super bright green and almost glowing, somehow managed to be lifeless.
Dull and unfeeling.
Without a single drop of emotion.
“You are, and you wanna know how I know?”
I held my head high even though I was shivering. “How?”
He tugged the handkerchief down, exposing his thick lips. My eyes caught on the set of studs under his bottom lip on each side. He sucked his bottom lip in and released it with a pop. The side of his mouth lifted in a grin that was anything but happy.
“Because you’re fresh meat for the hunt with your loose Mom jeans and your shirt that’s two sizes too big. Look around you, Cherry Girl. You’re the only virgin in a five-mile radius who’s over seventeen. I can smell your innocence like a dead skunk on the side of a country road. You’re not from around here and everybody fucking knows it.”
Tears rushed to my eyes, but I blinked them away. I cried for no one. Especially not some biker asshole with a bad attitude.
“I swear if you fucking cry I’m going to lose my shit,” he snapped.
As if he hadn’t already.
“You’re an asshole,” I muttered, having never spoken to another human being like that in my life.
His brows lifted; his eyes wide with shock. “What did you just call me?”
“You heard me.” I swallowed, feeling as if I were seconds away from tossing up my lunch.
Panic clawed at my chest like the wild animal that she was, threatening to rush of my throat and choke me to death. My heart was crazy in my chest, pushing too much blood through my veins and making me feel dizzy.
I was shaking and I hoped he didn’t see that.
Again, he grinned down at me with no humor, but this time there was a hint of something in his green gaze.
“I’ll let that slide since you’re new around here and you don’t know the rules, but let me fill you in,” he said, pushing into my space until my face was brushing against his hard chest. He smelled like the engines around me. All gasoline and motor oil. He breathed down at me, his eyes darkening and his nostrils flaring with each pull of air. “Nobody talks to me that way. Not even some high and mighty daddy’s girl with too much money and not enough tits.”
His words burned because he was right. I was a daddy’s girl, except my dad was no more. I clenched my eyes closed and even though I tried to fight them, a single tear slipped down my cheek.
“Are you crying?” he asked, appalled. His eyes grew wide in disgust. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” He snorted. “Poor little rich girl can’t handle the big bad truth.”
This time I shook with hurt and anger. He had brought my father into the conversation and I wasn’t okay with that. Say what you wanted about me, but never mention my father. I gritted my teeth and debated turning away from him, but before I could, words I had never said leaped from my lips.
“Fuck you,” I growled, anger like I hadn’t experienced in my life bubbling over.
He chuckled, obviously not affected by my hateful words. “I wouldn’t fuck you with a two-dollar dildo.”
Then he was gone, taking my next breath with him. My stomach ached with pain from being talked to so badly, and yet, the panic that had been simmering against my ribs was gone.
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Book Title: Imperial Twist (D’Vaire, Book 16)
Author: Jessamyn Kingley
Cover Artist: LJ Anderson, Mayhem Cover Creations
Release Date: March 19, 2020
Genre/s: M/M Urban Fantasy Romance
Trope/s: Fated Mates
Themes: Fate, Love, Communication, Heartbreak
Heat Rating: 3 flames
Even for those determined to succeed, Fate is no guarantee.Blurb Imperial Duke Damian Draconis has always known he would have two mates. His whole life, he’s yearned to prove to his parents and the world that such a match is not doomed for failure. His household is brimming with happy couples, and he wants the same joy in his heart—but on his own terms. Consumed with his desire to challenge the unfair assumption that his goal is foolhardy, he’s convinced it takes only determination to succeed. A walk into a dingy coffee shop proves that Fate does indeed have two men in mind for him, and Damian moves forward with soaring resolve. Though all is not as it seems, with some convincing on Damian’s part, the three men come to an agreement to proceed. But right from the start obstacles make themselves known, pushing them to the brink. Damian soon learns that what you want isn’t always what you need, upending all he thought he knew. He never imagined nor is he prepared for the way his true mate lights up his soul. In the end Damian will find that determination is not everything, and sometimes you must ignore what Fate wants if it means following your heart.
About the AuthorJessamyn Kingley lives in Nevada where she begs the men in her head to tell her their amazing stories which she dutifully writes it all down in what has become a small mountain of notebooks. She falls in love with each couple and swears whatever book she wrote last is her absolute favorite. Jessamyn is married and working toward remembering to start the dishwasher without being distracted by the scent of the magical detergent. For personal enjoyment, she aids in cat rescue while slashing and gashing her way through mobs in various MMORPGs. Caffeine is her very best friend and is only cast aside briefly for the sin better known as BBQ potato chips.
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TWO WEEKS until Ruin by Willow Aster releases!!! Are you ready for Ava’s story?
I never wanted to be a royal. I could leave that to my older brother and sister and be happy. I’d rather see the world, experience life with unjaded eyes, and meet people who liked me based on something other than their expectations. Gentry Barrington saw exactly who I was the first time we met, the real me. My title wasn’t part of the equation. It was our connection that made the impression… And maybe our kiss that stopped time, it was so good. He had no idea how young I was. I had no idea how old he was. But sometimes appearances did matter, and there were rules that must be followed… Or else the forbidden became too alluring to ignore.
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A Love Song for Liars by Piper Lawson is coming April 29!
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I fell for Tyler Adams when he had nothing but a guitar.
He was mysterious. Beautiful. Talented. Broken.
Every girl at school worshipped him, but he was my rebel prince.
My twisted muse.
My best friend.
I swore I’d never fall for a rockstar. He swore he’d never become one.
We both lied.
A Love Song for Liars is Book 1 in the music academy trilogy Rivals. It takes place following Wicked #1-4. From USA Today bestselling author Piper Lawson!
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“Careful, Tyler,” I warn. “Someone might think you’re tired of being Oakwood’s prince.”
Tyler shifts out from under the hood of my Audi. In an instant, I’m pressed against the car, the fender scorching my lower back where my shirt’s ridden up.
My breath hitches as his light cedar scent invades my senses, his thick, half-lowered lashes a breath away as he surveys me.
In the crisp white uniform shirt, open at the collar and rolled at the sleeves, he’s beautiful and reckless and undeniable. A pirate on a mission to charm and destroy.
The dull thudding against my ribs intensifies.
“Careful, Annie.” His voice is a soft murmur on my skin. “Someone might think you’ve forgotten we’re not friends anymore.”
The heart is supposed to propel blood to your vital organs.
Mine’s a traitor. It doesn’t give a fuck if I live or die.
When he’s this close…
It beats for him.
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Rising West by Alyson Santos is LIVE and FREE in KU!
“Intensely beautiful, written poetically, and everything I want in a book. This book made my list.” – USA Today Best Selling Author T.L. Smith
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When one of your top artists loses their lead singer to a solo career, you jump on the problem. When it also involves a devastating breakup with the band’s queen bee, you drop everything and run.
So I did—run. To the east, where I found a young single father so mesmerizing, his talent almost makes you forget he comes at a price. Enormous potential steeped in personal tragedy, what’s an agency to do?
See, I’m just the manager. The story that follows actually belongs to my client Liberty Blake and the enigmatic heartthrob whose world is about to be blown apart.
Because now that the industry wolves have the scent, everyone’s desperate to know:
Who is MASON WEST??
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✔ Check out the original song “SAYS WHO” ➤ https://youtu.be/mhcc-fK5OCEI can’t stop the grin that slides over my lips as I slap the pen back to the table in front of her. Protecting it with my hand, I lean forward with a severe expression. “If I give this back, can I trust you not to attack me with it again?” Her lips twitch as she fights back a smile. Her eyes lock on mine. “No promises, West.” “Then I’m not releasing it.” She raises a brow in challenge and reaches for my hand. I bite my cheek to keep from laughing as she tries to lift my hand, first with one of hers, then with both. When she focuses her undivided attention on yanking my wrist, I can’t hold back anymore. Her death grip is adorable. “This is a really important pen, huh,” I say casually as she strains with everything she has against my arm. “The importantest,” she grunts, now jerking with her entire bodyweight. “How the hell are you so strong?” “If it’s so important, maybe you should stop throwing it at people.” “It wasn’t my fault.” “No? How do you figure?” “You made me do it.” “Really.” I lean back in a nonchalant stance as she struggles against me, just to piss her off more. “Yeah. If you weren’t being such a dick, I wouldn’t have had to throw it.” I’m not sure about the effectiveness of whatever her current tactic is supposed to be, but it involves squatting her cute ass in my direction, so I’m all for it. “How was I being a dick? Because I wanted you to sing?” “Yes!” “I see. So because I think you have a killer voice, you threw a pen at me.” She freezes mid-lunge and stares up at me. “You think I have a killer voice?” “Duh.” “But…” She straightens, closing the gap until she’s the one gazing down at me now. “I mean…” Her fingers remain on my wrist, and suddenly I feel the pressure of her touch everywhere else as well. Shit. By the way her gaze drifts from my eyes to my lips, she senses it too. Her grip loosens on my wrist just enough to drag it up my arm where it rests on my bicep. I suck in a breath, praying my brain is strong enough to stop my ravenous muscles from doing something stupid. “Mason…” Her other hand reaches for my lips. Two steps closer and she’s almost flush between my legs. Holy hell, I’m suddenly the weakest man on the planet. My only defense is stasis. Don’t move, because once my body gets the signal to react… Her hand cups my cheek; her eyes search deep. I grip the edge of the chair as my blood pumps with the fury of every pen that’s ever been thrown at a boy by a girl, and freaking hell I’m not strong enough to sit still— “Um, Ms. Liberty, you’re a-pposed to use your words, not your hands.” We stiffen and glance over to find Brooklyn studying our strange position with clear indignation. The spoon hangs from her mouth as she cocks a hand on her hip, her expression telling us she’s positive adults are super weird and quite possibly poorly-behaved as well. I clear my throat and straighten in my chair, finally releasing the pen that started it all. Liberty is fighting to keep a straight face as she scoops it off the table and returns to her seat like nothing happened. Just two coworkers working. No big deal. “She’s right. I’m sorry, Mason,” she says, her voice trembling from the effort of sincerity. Brooklyn nods in approval before settling her stare on me. “Your turn, Daddy.” I clear my throat, clench a fist to hold steady. “I’m sorry as well.” “And?” She darts her critical gaze between the two of us. “And… what?” I ask. Wrong question, judging by the laser that shoots back at me. “Annnnd… now you sing the friendship song!” She throws up her hands in disbelief at our stupidity. “You know… ‘you say sorry, I say sorry, friends we are again.’” She even directs our symphony with an impatient wave for each beat. It takes us three times through before she’s satisfied with our performance and returns to her show after another huff of frustration. “Do you think ‘The Friendship Song’ is copyrighted?” Liberty asks, glancing up from her notebook. I smirk and reposition the guitar in my lap. “I hope not. We could totally sample that for the bridge.”
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I’m a writer, musician, and cat lover. Not always in that order.
I write what needs to come out, whether it’s pain, tears, or laughter. I write people and relationships, about the beauty and horror of what we do to ourselves and each other. I write Love. Vengeance. Compassion. Cruelty. Trust. Betrayal. Forgiveness. Darkness, and the incredible way humans destroy and heal each other.
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