I am many things. billionaire, rogue, rebel. But I never figured myself for a thief.
The Benefactor, book two in the See No Evil series by USA Today & Wall Street Journal bestseller, Nana Malone, is LIVE!
My money can buy power, control, access. Even oaths of loyalty.
The one thing it can’t buy is her…or her safety.
I vowed to protect her…
To save her, I’ll need to forget everything I am and forgo control. And I can’t, under any circumstances, fail.
The canary jewel is the key.
Tonight I am no longer a billionaire.
Tonight I keep new secrets.
My name is Ben Covington and tonight, I am a thief.
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USA Today bestseller Nana Malone’s love of all things romance and adventure started with a tattered romantic suspense she “borrowed” from her cousin.
It was a sultry summer afternoon in Ghana, and Nana was a precocious thirteen. She’s been in love with kick butt heroines ever since. With her overactive imagination, and channeling her inner Buffy, it was only a matter a time before she started creating her own characters.
While she waits for her chance at a job as a ninja assassin, in the meantime Nana works out her drama, passion, and sass with fictional characters every bit as sassy and kick butt as she thinks she is.
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Title: Shattered Pieces
Series: Shattered #1
Author: Rebekah Vasick
Genre: M/M Romance
Publishing date: May 11th, 2020
SummaryTaylor Hi, I’m Taylor and I’m a drug addict. Oh, wait. This isn’t NA, is it? Then I’m just Taylor, a Brit living in America. Secrets. My family has many. My dad’s an abusive alcoholic. My mom finds her solace in her boss’s bed. But me? My secret’s the worst of all: I’m gay. I was raised to believe that it’s wrong to feel this way about men. But then I met Alex, the sexy bartender with the Southern twang. And no matter how hard I try, I can’t fight my attraction to him. How can something so wrong feel so right? And how can I keep fighting it when he keeps lending me his strength so I can live to fight another day? Alex The plan was simple. Move to Cresthill, New York. Open my bar. Recover from the relationship I wish I could forget. And then he walked in. Hot British Dude. Even covered in bruises, he took my breath away. The more I get to know Taylor, the sweet Brit who has as many demons as I do, the more I feel the need to keep him safe from everything that’s hurting him. Maybe I’ll never be whole again. Maybe Taylor won’t either. But maybe, just maybe, together, we can be the glue that puts all our shattered pieces together again. Trigger Warning: This book deals with the subjects of substance abuse, domestic violence, child abuse, and suicide.
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“How was your night?” Mum asks. I make a little sandwich on the end of my fork, a little bit of everything on a square of fried bread. The combined flavors explode in my mouth, and I groan internally. This is exactly what I need to fight off a drug-induced hangover. Chewing slowly, I wade through the foggy memories of last night. A gaming session with Elle, sneaking out of the house, lots of coke and…him. A night of drink and drugs leaves me with fragments of memories. Like, I went to the new bar, but I couldn’t tell you what it looked like. They had a band, but the only song I remember them playing was “Rocket Man.” But him? The bartender? That memory is crystal clear. His diamond-shaped face, the dark stubble that I wanted to graze my lips over. Chocolate-colored eyes filled with warmth that fixed on me, staring into my soul. Even his touch that sent bolts of electricity through me, jolting me back to life. He made me feel things; things I keep locked away, deep within me, never wanting them to see the light of day. In that moment, I needed a bump to numb the awakening desires, but it didn’t help. I still couldn’t pry my eyes off him. Though we didn’t talk exactly, I could hear his southern accent, my weakness. Why did he have to be a southerner? The connection we had was like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. The words played on my tongue, the insane need to ask if he was interested in me. But I’m not gay! I snogged the first slapper who came my way. But even as I kissed her, I watched him, wondering if his full lips would feel as soft as they looked. Iron bands tighten around my chest, crushing all the air from my lungs. A frozen hand grasps my heart, squeezing it, while a legion of demons crowds me, taunting me. You’re sick, Taylor. You’re not right in the head. You’re unclean, despicable, an abomination, for thinking of a man in this way. Avoiding Mum’s stare, I collect my mug and wash down my mouthful with the milky coffee. “It was all right.” “What did you do?” Fantasized about kissing a bloke. “Nothing, really. Just stayed out of Dad’s way.” She sighs and reaches out a cold hand—her hands are always cold—to clutch my fingers. “I’m sorry I left you last night.” She looks older today. A new wrinkle cracks the skin between her thin, blonde eyebrows. Another crease slices across her forehead, while dark circles pool under her eyes. She searches my gaze, maybe begging me to forgive her? “Just couldn’t take it anymore.” Her voice breaks as a tear slithers down her cheek. “But I knew you could handle your own. You always have, ever since you were a little boy.” “Why do you stay with him?” I don’t recognize my own voice. She pulls her hand away and I mourn the softness of her skin. Wiping the tear from her cheek, she gazes at Penny, who is blissfully unaware of the deep, emotional moment unfolding before her. “It’s complicated,” Mum says. “Mum, I know you’re scared of him, but we can get out. You, me, and Penny.” The blue of her irises darkens. “And where would we go, Taylor?” she snaps. I recoil. “Where would I hide?” she continues. “He threatens to kill me if I ever leave him. But you can leave, though, Taylor. If you want to leave me and your sister here, alone, to deal with him.” The cold hand of guilt slaps my face. How could she think I would leave her or Penny? “I’m sorry, Mum,” I whisper. “I shouldn’t have said anything. And you know I’ll always stay here to protect you and Pen.” She blows out a heavy breath, her face softening, and curls her fingers around my hand once again. “No, I’m sorry, love. You’re too good to me.” She offers a smile. “I don’t know what I’d do without you. You’re so brave, so strong, to stand up to him. Not like me, all weak and fragile.” Once again, she pulls back and collects her fork. “Do you have plans tonight?” Her voice is suddenly upbeat. I don’t question the oddity. “No, I can stay in.” My subtle way of saying I’ll shield her and Penny from the brute. “Game’s on tonight,” Dad announces, startling me, but at least I know why she changed her tone. Glancing over my shoulder, I watch him stagger in through the doorway. Clearly, he’s had his liquid breakfast. His hazy eyes search for me, not quite registering where I’m sitting. “You going to be here to watch it?” he continues. Just like Mum, I learned early on in life to fake everything around him.
Meet Rebekah VasickRebekah Vasick originated from Essex, England and after a few years of travelling around England and spending five years in Holland, she eventually met her husband, Mike, and moved to New York to be with him. She used to work as a caregiver to adults with autism, but due to an eye condition, she’s unable to work anymore. She’s always had a love for writing, but it wasn’t until she settled in America that she felt she could live her dream. Along with her husband, she lives with her two dogs, Patrick (Jack Russell) and Jake (Weimaraner). Patrick also moved from England since she couldn’t live without her pup. When she’s not writing, Rebekah either has her face in a book or a PS4 controller in her hands. She also enjoys walking with her boys and husband or dreaming up her next novels. She enjoys watching movies, her favourite genre being horror. And she surprised herself when she found her love for writing romance. Though Twisted City isn’t her first novel, it is the first she’s ready to share with others and she is eager to finish the trilogy and work on the many other half-finished works squirrelled away in her laptop or the many she has developing in her mind. If you’d like to find out more about Rebekah and what she’s up to, you can find her online in the following places: Facebook Fan Page | Instagram | Blog | Newsletter
PLAN B by Hayley Oakes
“to sum the book up in one word AMAZING. From the first page you are sucked right in. I couldn’t put the book down.” – Goodreads Reviewer“Beautiful, heartbreaking and original. I’d not read a book with this kind of theme before so i was very happy i picked it up!” – A is for Alpha B is for Books“This story was brilliantly written and once I started it I couldn’t put it down and ended up reading it in one sitting. So bravo to author Hayley Oakes for dragging you into the story and making it so you didn’t want to leave.” – Goodreads Reviewer
About the Author
I work hard and also play hard. I have an amazing family, am a mother of one and a wife of a demanding Manchester United fan.
I enjoy socializing, TV shows that incite obsessiveness, movies that become cult favorites and books that I can’t put down.
I love my friends and quirky characters that I can observe and feed into my stories. I am excellent at accents and playing characters, which I like to slip into my everyday life.
All in all I’m a crazy person who likes to jazz up the mundane and breathe life into characters that I wish I knew in real life.
Release Blitz, Excerpt & Giveaway:
Lost in the Florist
By Riley Long & Marie Cole
Blooming Hearts, Book 1
A fast-paced, sexy romance in the woods that will make Smokey Bear come running.
Jax fled his small hometown eight years ago to make it big in LA. His music career took off and he hasn’t been back to see his childhood best friend Emmett–his first, unrequited love–since. No man has lived up to that first love, though Jax has certainly tried.
When he finally gets a vacation, Jax decides to put his playboy ways behind him, surprise Emmett with a visit, and finally lay his feelings on the line. But Emmett has a few surprises up his sleeve, too–including one big secret. Emmett is a virgin.
Release Blitz Excerpt:
Jax glanced over his shoulder and so did Emmett. His grandmother was in the kitchen talking to her friend, whom she must have also invited. Great. So now not only do they have to have an awkward conversation with Emmett’s grandmother but they also have to have it in front of Gladys.
Jax looked back to Emmett. “Grams called me. She said maybe you didn’t have my number in your new phone. I texted you and told you. Didn’t you get it?”
He pulled his phone from his pocket and turned it on. He held it up to show Jax after he’d looked at it himself. “Nope. Nothing.”
“Hmm. Weird.” Jax looked back to Emmett and shrugged. “Oh, well.” He glanced behind him once more and then pushed Emmett back into his room. Jax closed the door behind him. The click of the lock seemed to echo in Emmett’s ears and his heart began pounding loudly. The sound alone made his boxers get just a bit more restrictive.
“Jax …” Emmett said. He’d meant for it to be a warning, but to his own ears it sounded more like a plea.
Jax didn’t reply, instead he grabbed Emmett by the back of the neck and pulled him forward until Emmett’s lips crashed against his own. Emmett was slightly more prepared than earlier. He knew it was a bad idea. He knew it wasn’t going to end well between them.
Emmett allowed himself one taste. His arm wrapped around Jax’s lower back, pulling himself in tighter against Jax’s heat and hard body. Emmett was only slightly shorter than Jax and had to tilt his head ever so slightly back to open his mouth and allow Jax’s tongue to travel over his. Emmett’s body shivered and a groan left him. He was barely restraining himself. Everything in him was screaming, begging him to just give in. To just let go. He swept his tongue across Jax’s and held on tight as he ground himself against Jax’s denim. He sucked in a hot breath and tried to pull away. “Fuck.” But Jax held him tight and found his lips again, coaxing him, tasting him, teasing him. Emmett’s guard was faltering quickly. This was a terrible idea.
“Don’t,” Jax whispered, his voice husky and sexy as hell. His hungry lips found Emmett’s and for a few moments there was nothing but the two of them, hot and heavy, hands grasping onto each other as if they would be ripped away at any moment.
“What?” Emmett gasped as Jax pulled his lips away and kissed across his jaw, making his way to his neck and Jax’s hand cupped his dick and balls through his jeans.
“Don’t you—“ A knock sounded at the door and Jax muttered a curse under his breath and retreated, turning his back to Emmett and the door.
“Dinner time, you two! Put your penises away and come on out here!”
“Jesus!” Emmett was mortified as he stared at his door. “We don’t have our penises out, Grams!”
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Riley Long is a wife and mother living a quiet life in Virginia, with her husband, son, and one goofy pit bull. She passes her evenings writing, reading, and watching bad television (or not so bad television). For fun, Riley participates in NaNoWriMo, GISH, and reads with her book club, the BAMFs. She likes things with silly acronyms. The craziest thing Riley has ever done involves whipped cream and hugs. Riley writes sweet and sexy romance, with a special place in her heart for hipsters and musicians.
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Marie Cole is the author of the contemporary romance #JustFriends Series. Lost in the Florist is her very first boy/boy romance and she’s super excited to be stepping into the m/m arena beside her writer bestie, Riley Long.
She is currently living in Virginia, is a self-professed Kwave addict, Karaoke Queen, and social binge drinker. When she’s not writing she’s taking photos of everything from her fluffy cat Dustpan to birds conversing on her porch. She loves to show them off on her Instagram account.
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