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ALL ONES COMPLETE COLLECTION by Aleatha Romig


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All ONES Complete Collection by Aleatha Romig is releasing April 14!

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“Holy  cannoli! Fresh, fun, and downright dirty!” ~Lauren Blakley, #1 NYT Bestselling Author

It’s time to enjoy the lighter side of Aleatha with ALL of her lighter ONES in one place. Enjoy PLUS ONE, ONE NIGHT, A SECRET ONE, and ANOTHER ONE as you laugh and swoon through each story.

PLUS ONE:

What will happen when Kimbra blackmails her oh so sexy boss, Duncan, into being her pretend date for her cousin’s wedding?
“I’ve fallen IN LOVE with your funny, romantic and sexy as hell PLUS ONE!” ~ Ilsa Madden Mills, Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author

ONE NIGHT:

Watch the oh so sexy, sweet, and funny consequences as Amanda, a single mom, decides to spend one night remembering what it is like to be a woman, and Malcolm, a retired hockey star takes a chance. Will one night be enough?
“A swoon-worthy hero and a broken heroine makes for the perfect chemistry in this sexy romantic standalone.” ~ Corinne Michaels – New York Times Bestselling Author

A SECRET ONE:

When Trevor and Shana cross paths only to find that they’re both attending the same wedding, hilarity and sparks ensue.
“A SECRET ONE is enchantingly clever during every single scene.” ~ 5 star Amazon reader

ANOTHER ONE:

Trevor and Shana’s forbidden romance began in A SECRET ONE. While their attraction was off the charts, their lives got in the way. Learn what happens when Shana makes her way back to New York and their romance is given a second chance.

“Get ready to laugh out loud and swoon from the sweetness in this must read romantic comedy! I loved it!” ~ AL Jackson, New York Times Bestselling Author

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MV Ellis’s Cold, Hard, & Heartless


MV Ellis’s Cold, Hard, & Heartless has a hot new look! Get up close and personal with billionaire rocker Arlo Jones as he learns to live, love, and give a f*ck. 

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Cold. Hard. Heartless. 
If I don’t rise, I can’t fall. If I don’t give, I can’t take. If I don’t love, I can’t lose. If I don’t break, I can’t heal. If I don’t care, I can’t hurt. 
And if I don’t expose my heart, it can’t get broken.


As a boy, Arlo Jones learned that hearts could literally be broken. His shattered into a thousand tiny pieces when his dad died, and he vowed to never let that happen again. He had to be cold, hard, and heartless.

As a man, he has his shtick with chicks. He’s never been in love, or even in lust. He gets horny, fucks, and sends them on their way. Rinse. Repeat. It ain’t broke, so no need to fix it.

Until London. Meeting her is the start of something big, like the first bump of coke or hit of the pipe. From day one, the only way forward is deeper in, and there is no easy way out.

If this is love, he’s never going to be the same again.

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The Selkie’s Coat by Drea Roman

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Release Blitz, Excerpt & Giveaway: The Selkie’s Coat by Drea Roman

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Waves of Fate, Book 1

A marshmallow alpha with more heart than sense and a stubborn human omega trying to guard his heart fall in love in this first story from the Waves of Fate omegaverse.

“Oops! You dropped your coat!” With these words, waiter Daniel Collins turns alpha selkie Gregory Samson’s life upside down. Because that coat is not some fancy heirloom fur. No, it is Gregory’s selkie pelt, which magically connects him with his seal animal inside.

When Gregory hears Daniel’ voice, he knows the rare human omega is his mate. Too bad Daniel has more than a few misgivings about trusting his heart to a selkie. Because the magical seal shifters have one of the worst player reputations of all shifter kind and Daniel fears a broken heart. How will Gregory convince Daniel to give him a chance?

It wouldn’t be so hard if Gregory’s mother and everyone else would just stop meddling!

Brought together by the magic of Gregory’s coat, can the pair weather insecurities, an interfering mother, meddling friends, and a disgruntled inner animal?

The Selkie’s Coat is book 1 of the Waves of Fate Omegaverse. It can be read as a standalone.

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Chapter 1 Gregory “Oops! You dropped your coat,” a musical voice calls out to me, winding its way around my heart and squeezing my soul. Before I even see whoever said those fateful words, I already know who he is to me: my mate. As I turn toward my chair, over which my pelt had been slung but from which it is now missing, a glorious, yet frightful sight greets me: a short, light-brown-haired omega with bright hazel eyes holds my dark brown coat out to me. My heart almost stops at the vision, my eyes going wide and my breath catching in my throat. He has just offered my pelt back to me, giving me the freedom to claim him as my mate or reject him. The ritual is ancient, its meaning significant. If you hold a selkie’s coat, hiding it, refusing to give it and his free will up, you control him until the end of his days. But if you hand it back with no expectation of return, then you mate your selkie for life. This action is so sacred that most selkies make it the climax of a mating ceremony or shun public eyes and perform this magical final step in private. But my omega, my mate, whom I have never laid eyes on until this very moment, places it softly in the hands I have outstretched toward him on sheer instinct, unknowingly binding me to him for all of my days. “There you go. I’m glad I caught it before it could hit the ground. Wouldn’t do to drop something as beautiful as that,” he softly says as he smiles up at me after laying my pelt in my outstretched hands. He runs his fingers down the soft, plush fur, with the grain, and I feel it as though his hand is gliding down my spine. I am too stunned to say a single word as he gives the coat a final pat, then smiles even more brightly, though with the faintest hint of longing in his eyes, as if he is reluctant to break our gaze. “Have a nice evening. I hope you enjoy your dinner.” My throat is too clogged for me to utter a single word to him as he turns away, walking quickly toward the stainless-steel doors of the restaurant’s kitchen. Someone else’s throat clears, and I snap my head around to find my mother seated at our table, just as she was a few moments ago, before my entire world shifted and my mate returned my precious pelt to me.

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About Drea:

Drea Roman is an over-educated lady with cats, a ferret, lizards, a fiancé, a sister, and a wonderful village of like-minded friends, authors, and artists. All of this coupled with too many day jobs makes Drea a ridiculously busy woman. She has two series: Hearts Intertwined is contemporary MM romance and Waves of Fate is omegaverse shifter.

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Arrow of Light




Clifton Chase Series, Book 1
Juvenile Fantasy Thriller
Publisher: INtense Publications
Date Published: 4/11/2020

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There were plenty of other middle schoolers it could’ve chosen. Six-hundred and eighty-six, if you didn’t count Clifton. The Arrow of Light appeared in his closet then whisked him away to a far-off land, where a dwarf and magical bird led him to two princes. He returned their arrow that he had somehow found and went home to his normal life. But the Arrow of Light had other plans. When Clifton found out that the king locked the princes in Drofflic Tower, he knew he must return to the past to protect the future. Enlisting the help of many mythical creatures and the princes’ own sister, he managed to find the reason the Arrow of Light chose him. But magic can be wrong. And history longs to be told.

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Chapter One

The Boy and the Arrow



The thought that this was a brainless thing to do hadn’t crossed his mind until now. He fumbled to fit his bow, his fingers like gelatin, as classmates lined up beside him in Wickham Park. The rest of the seventh graders gathered around to see who would win the bet between Clifton Chase and the new kid, Ryan Rivales. The instructor counted down the seconds from his stopwatch, and Clifton swiveled around to see if a certain pair of green eyes watched him. Yup. Even Ava Harrington had come to see.

“Ready…” the instructor said.

As sweat stung his eyes, Clifton remembered why he’d taken the bet. It was this arrow. He’d found it mysteriously in his closet, and then it lit up for a split second. At least he thought it had. It seemed so otherworldly at the time, and when Ryan started in on him, the only thing he could think to do was show that kid up.

“Take aim…” the instructor continued.

Now he wasn’t sure.

He pulled the notched arrow back. He had one chance, a single-shot test for precision, straight to the bullseye or whoever came the closest. Ryan wagered his sleek emerald green binary compound bow, but they both knew this bet was not about the antique arrow or the slick bow. It was for bragging rights, for pecking order.

For making it through middle school as king.

“Loose!”

On command, arrows arced through the air, landing on the targets or the wooden posts they were nailed to. Some struck the 3D molded deer, which now resembled a porcupine. A few arrows passed their marks altogether, landing out of sight in the tall grasses of the hilly sand dunes. ‘The Hinterland’ as it had been nicknamed. And that’s where Clifton’s arrow went.

“Archers….Halt!” the instructor shouted. “The range is now cold. You may retrieve your arrows.”

Clifton lifted his backpack and stepped onto the range with the others.

“What happened?” Ava asked. “You usually have perfect aim.”

Clifton’s hands went clammy whenever she came around. It hand’t always been that way, just recently. “Yeah well, I guess that crappy arrow wasn’t as good as Ryan thought it was.”

“Why’d you make that bet with him? Didn’t you say you found that thing in your garage or something?”

“My closet, actually.” Sunlight brightened her eyes and he stared a moment longer than he’d meant to.

“Well, it seems weird for you. I don’t get it.”

“There’s not much to get, Ava,”

“Except my arrow,” said Ryan as he neared them. “Nice shot, by the way.” He snickered, and the few kids who’d tagged behind him laughed.

“Wasn’t my fault,” Clifton said. “I’d never shot it before.”

“Doesn’t matter now. I won the bet. My arrow didn’t even need to land near the bull’s eye, just on the target.”

More laughter erupted, and Clifton turned away.

Ryan shoved him. “Where you going, Chase?”

Clifton did a one-eighty. “Going to get that worthless arrow you won. Must feel good to know your shot beat an antique.”

Ryan’s smile dropped. “My shot,” he said in a clipped tone, “beat your shot. Now go find my arrow and hand it over.”

Clifton’s hands balled into fists as he left the circle to reach the edge of The Hinterland. Ava followed.

“I can’t believe what a jerk that guy is,” Clifton said. “Can you believe how epic he thinks he is? Like he’s the greatest archer of all times…Robin Hood Rivales.”

Ava’s hands perched on her hips. “You’re the one that tried convincing him your arrow was something special, when you knew it wasn’t. Seems like maybe Ryan’s not the one being the jerk. See you later, Clifton.”

Clifton lowered his head, defeated. He’d lost the arrow, lost the compound bow, lost his dignity, and Ava thought he was a jerk. Now, he had to trudge through The Hinterland looking for the ridiculous arrow that started it all. He swore under his breath and headed up the dune.

Across the way, Juan Sanchez, another victim of inaccuracy, scanned the brush facedown like Clifton. He was about to suggest they join forces when something sunk through his sock into his ankle. Sandspurs. He’d run through a whole patch and took a few minutes to pick them off, which hurt his fingers as much as his ankles. As he avoided a red ant pile, he almost tripped on a root that jutted up like a step.

And still, he hadn’t found his arrow.

About to give up and turn back, he glimpsed something copper-colored in the tall brush up ahead. Clifton spread back the grass to reveal the fletching. Were the feathers swaying? Nah, they couldn’t be. There wasn’t even a breeze. Then, he remembered how the shaft had glowed in his bedroom. No, way. This arrow was as plain as any other. And what did it matter?

It wasn’t his anymore.

He grabbed the arrow, and as soon as he touched it, a wave of dizziness passed over him while a CRACK filled the air. Clifton stood, turned to head back toward the range, but froze. He was standing in the middle of an open field covered in yellow flowers that rolled like carpet into the base of  the surrounding snow-capped mountains.

The Hinterland was gone, replaced with a shimmer in the air like heat off a highway. And with a sudden sweat he realized that Wickham Park was gone too.



About the Author

Jaimie Engle writes fantasy thrillers for teens and tweens. Her anti-bullying message has reached tens of thousands of students throughout the US, and her books have hit #1 on the Amazon New Release List. Metal Mouth, her magical realism for teens, is a contender for the 2020-2021 Florida Sunshine State Book List!  Before publishing her first novel, Jaimie danced at the Aloha Bowl halftime show, was an alien on Sea Quest, and modeled bikinis for Reef Brazil. When not writing, Jaimie can be found on TikTok or cosplaying at comic conventions. Learn more at www.theWRITEengle.com.


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Gardenia Duty



Historical Fiction
Published: June 2019
Publisher: Gatekeeper Press

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In 1957 jobs are scarce in rural Ashland, Alabama. Bobby Higgins is facing life decisions; his family’s farm struggles and threat of the draft hangs over 18-year-old males as the Cold War rumbles in the distance. Bobby heads off to boot camp, vowing to provide for his family from his pay. Between shore and sea duty, Bobby leaves broken hearts in every port. When his own heart is stolen by Rose, he’s shocked to learn that she comes with four daughters, a package deal he’s unsure he wants. But when Rose disappears, Bobby finds her and persuades her to marry him. Somehow they navigate their way through the trials of marriage and parenting as he fulfills his patriotic career and his promise to raise four willful daughters. In the spring of 2004, his daughters are brought together by grief. They forge new bonds, sharing their joys, losses, regrets, and ultimately family secrets that will seal all their fates…if they can summon the courage to report for duty.

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Nostalgia is like a grammar lesson: you find the present tense but the past perfect! —Owens Lee PomeroyNostalgia. This is an emotional word that con-jures body language from a slow sweet smile, eye rolls or a furled brow that delights the der-matologist reaching for a Botox needle. I believe it is an underrated emotion but also one that requires balance. Mental health professionals also validate the value of cop-ing in the present by looking at the past to find hope for a future outcome. It can remind us and regroup our sense of purpose. So, when I began to pursue the story of what became Gardenia Duty, I chose to marry the relation-ships of the adults of the Silent Generation with the Baby Boomer descendants. This would create the social setting of the prospering America during a relatively peaceful time. Each generation would look through the eyes of a child and the eyes of an adult. Fortunately, it is at the root of my own childhood that I knew where to draw my research. To weave the sto-ry’s perspective from the young adult sisters reliving the past through the eyes of a child allowed me to use stories of many people. To educate my own perspective about the angst of the adults that were influential in my childhood, I dove into the dominant male military world of 1950s and forward. As I progressed, it softened the edges of my own painful and happy nostalgic memories. As in the book, I started out dissecting my late step-father’s military records and mementos, which allowed me to ask relatively informed questions to the many Vets, including my own Tin-Can sailor father. Their uniforms were retired, but often a baseball cap with a military logo alerted me to their presence. The Goose Creek Tin-Can Sailor Chapter graciously endured my prodding. I would meet shipmates of my dad’s and even developed deep friendships with a few. I explored the decks of the USS Laffey at Patriots Point. The familiar smell of diesel mixed with grey paint sent my nostalgia into overdrive. I spent time in Jacksonville Beach, Florida to launch myself into the mind of a grade school girl navigating her way as a military dependent in the 1960s.
I treasure the many glory day chats that revived the boyish spirits over a beer at ship reunions or an American Legion hall. The vulnerable confessions of the trials and tribulations of raising families under the strain of the Cold War helped me flesh out the tender undercarriages of these masculine souls. At the announcement of “free wine for all the blondes at the bar” at a local Olive Garden, I met and became part of the Thursday lunch gang of Jack Connerty. He became so dear to the heart of my story, I promoted him to Chief in my book. His best friend, Richard Santa Stanley, amused me and welcomed me with that first free glass of wine. (Lynn Stanley, you’re a saint!) Thank you also to Jerry and Marla Wickerham, Dwight Cargile of American Legion Post 147; John Long, who shared the photos of the recovery of Gemini VIII from the deck of the USS Leonard F. Mason (see next page); and especially to my father, Ret. LCDR Eugene Hall; and late step-father, Command Master Chief Robert Hardegree. But, as pointed out in the story, behind all these men were wives and children. The ones who waited and kept the family together during a husband’s absence. There has to be a thank you to my mother, Jeanette Hardegree and my three sisters because without the experience of being a real ‘package deal,’ my story would lack a realistic flare. My mentor and writing coach, Shari Stauch, con-ceived the basic idea of this story and kept me motivated to never abandon ship. Her confidence in Gatekeeper Press has finally laid the keel of my cover and launched the pages of the journey of the Higgins family. Of course, my husband, Steve Varn, gave me much needed R&R and escape with my camera underwater when the words would freeze. I hope this book inspires readers to look into the amazing stories of their families and ancestors. I have a new appreciation of the messiness of life, but how some-thing as simple as birth order can be a key to untangling it. For me, the result has been profound, and I’ve dis-covered, as I hope you will, that the definition of family isn’t limited to blood but to those whose hearts are so big, they prepare us to become the watchstanders at the helms of our own lives. Thank you to generations of those who reported for duty, and to the families that served with them. I salute you…


About the Author


Kathleen Varn’s love affair with words manifested when she turned four and taught herself to read. As she grew older, books and reading were an escape from responsibility. Eventually, Kathleen dove into journaling, which helped her find solace in the grief of a toxic relationship. Kathleen is now very happily married to her soulmate. She resides in Charleston, South Carolina, where she worked for an adoption attorney for twenty-three years. Her first novel, Ameera Unveiled, released in 2013. Gardenia Duty is her second novel.

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