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Grosse Pointe by Natalie Barnes

Title: Grosse Pointe Author: Natalie Barnes Genre: Historical Romance (Prohibition Era); Mafia Romance Release Date: August 7

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The year is 1926. Champagne, pistols, and dolls… I am responsible for making sure that the booze flows and the drugs show. If trouble were to birth, all I have to do is whip out me persuaders. Kilkenny bred, New York bound, Detroit laid. This is me story. Brek O’Brien. The blood on me hands cannot lie, for they speak the truth. I’m afraid of God—however… I be not afraid of man. Savages we be. For I keep searching for that light. Then she is bestowed upon me. Gabriella… Me Love. Grosse Pointe

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Natalie Barnes resides in Michigan’s beautiful Upper Peninsula. Born and raised in the Eastern Upper Peninsula, Natalie is a tribal member to Bay Mills Indian Community. Ojibwe native. Libra sun and rising, Natalie sets the stage for her tales. Tales of hope, gritty and in dire needing… No matter what, love succeeding If that’s how you want it, Natalie Barnes is your author!  

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Drifter

Title: Drifter

Author: Eden Winters

Publisher: Rocky Ridge Books

Release Date: 7/7/20

Heat Level: 3 – Some Sex

Pairing: Male/Male

Length: 238

Genre: Romance, Contemporary, Rocker

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Some legends never die. Killian Desmond met his end in the fiery crash that killed his band, or so the newspapers say. Now a nameless drifter, he plays one pick-up gig after another in a haze of pain and regret, moving on the minute someone says, “You sound like that guy from Trickster.” Getting outed cost Mike Rose his musical family. A bassist without a band, he’ll play any kind of music to earn a paycheck, but Trickster’s music provides light during the darkest moments of his life. A chance meeting brings together two lost souls who spark enough heat to set their guitars on fire. Their chemistry, both onstage and off, feels like something written in the words of a song and gives them courage to face life again. But to seize their future, they have to confront their past.

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The throbbing beat blended with screams from the crowd; a crowd hidden by bright lights. Sweat and cologne and beer filled Killian Desmond’s nose. Familiar sounds. Familiar scents. Home. Did he love this life or hate it? Who cared, he’d never known another. Back to back with his brother Elliot, he shredded his electric acoustic guitar, improvising for the fans. The strings bent to his callused fingertips, note after note falling from his guitar. Elliot kept up. Elliot always kept up. Others might get lost in Killy’s musical fantasies, but El gauged Killy’s intentions by the way he moved, held his shoulders, or gestures, like pausing to flip his sweat-dampened hair out of his eyes. The drummer and keyboardist faded away, letting El set the tone with a deep bass beat. Killy strutted to the front of the stage. Hot lights illuminated him from behind, shining on sweat-soaked skin. “What you wanna hear?” He didn’t need the words to know they’d be sticking to their prearranged lineup. At their manager’s urging, he’d saved the best for last. Highway!” roared through the arena. He grinned and cupped a hand to one ear. “What’s that? I can’t hear you.” Highway!” roughly six thousand voices cried out in unison, louder this time. “Aw, c’mon, now,” Killy teased. “We’ll play whatever you want, but you gotta tell us.” The thunderous chant of “Highway! Highway! Highway!” threatened to blow the roof off the building. Strolling over a few paces and throwing an arm around his brother, Killy said, “Well, I reckon we better do as they say.” “Since when have you ever taken orders?” Elliot shot back. Faster than most could follow, Killy slung his guitar back into place and launched into their best-known riff. The screaming nearly deafened him. He tried again. On his sixth attempt the crowd settled enough to begin. He grinned. Adoration and energy flowed from the crowd, straight into his veins, to gather strength and escape through his fingers and his voice. His deep growl purred through the arena, pouring out the melody he’d written in a single night in a hotel room God knew where. High on life, cheap vodka, and the rush of their first big show, he’d settled onto the bed in the dark, except for the flickering image of a black and white movie on the TV, sound turned down, and began strumming. The words flowed out of him unbidden, leaving him raw, shaken, and in possession of a number one hit. He didn’t sing or play Highway—the melody made him its bitch, possessing him, demanding release into the world. Who was he to refuse? “Some were born to sand and wind, on the sea they make their home Some may live a hermit’s life, on a mountain all alone Or in a glass and metal cage, high up in the sky Packed in tight with a thousand souls, all trying to get by Nine to five may work for some, but that don’t work for me Saddled to day in day out, no, I need to be free Living a life all on my own, free of family, lover or friend On the highway I was born, it’s there I’ll meet my end.” Alone, just him and the highway, until the chorus. “On the highway I was born, it’s there I’ll meet my end.” Elliot’s sweet tenor wrapped around Killy’s pack-a-day growl, blending together seamlessly. The audience joined in, chanting, “Highway! Highway! Live and die on the highway!” Rob kept pace on the drums, a musician not really worthy of the band they’d become, and Ace, a friend and one hell of a musician, wound his way through the twists and turns on his keyboards. “The only home I’ll ever know stretches from sea to sea No start, no end, no in between, just miles of road and me Living a life all on my own free of family, lover or friend On the highway I was born, it’s there I’ll meet my end Highway! Highway! Live and die on the highway! Highway! Highway! Live and die on the highway! Highway! Highway! Live and die on the highway!” The mass of humanity might have started chanting again for all Killy knew. His world boiled down to this moment, the music, his brother, his friend, and the life laid out for him long ago, the first time his mother brought him and Elliot onstage. They’d stayed. She’d gone. Here they still stood, though she didn’t. Never would again. Nope, no bad thoughts. Just the music. Note after note poured from him like rain, blocking thought and feeling. He crashed to his knees, striking a chord and letting his guitar speak for him. Caught in the spotlight, he leaned back in a signature move his manager made him practice, making his shirt ride up to show some skin, while his hair fell back, glittering like gold in a strategically placed spotlight. The blue streak, his own addition, voiced his defiance at being a commodity. He should’ve been exhausted after the show they’d put on, but in that moment, he swore he could go all night. He jumped to his feet, racing across the stage and running through part of the guitar solo for those seated to the left of the stage, then reversed course to the right, repeating the solo. Arms reached for him, a thousand voices calling his name. Rejoining Elliot centerstage, he launched into the chorus and let the others join him. After extending the song by two more choruses, he finally wound down. An announcer stepped up on stage, to catcalls, whistles and ear-splitting shouts. “Let’s hear it for Trickster!”

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You will know Eden Winters by her distinctive white plumage and exuberant cry of “Hey, y’all!” in a Southern US drawl so thick it renders even the simplest of words unrecognizable. Watch out, she hugs! Driven by insatiable curiosity, she possibly holds the world’s record for curriculum changes to the point that she’s never quite earned a degree but is a force to be reckoned with at Trivial Pursuit. She’s trudged down hallways with police detectives, learned to disarm knife-wielding bad guys, and witnessed the correct way to blow doors off buildings. Her e-mail contains various snippets of forensic wisdom, such as “What would a dead body left in a Mexican drug tunnel look like after six months?” In the process of her adventures she has written twenty gay romance novels, has won Rainbow Awards, was a Lambda Awards Finalist, and lives in terror of authorities showing up at her door to question her Internet searches. When not putting characters in dangerous situations she’s a mild-mannered business executive, mother, grandmother, vegetarian, and PFLAG activist. Her natural habitats are airports, coffee shops, and on the backs of motorcycles.

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Title: Two Straight Too Many

Series: Heroes of Fort Dale

Author: Romeo Alexander

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Elias: Moving to Daleport City to work at the local fire station was going to be hard. Then I met Cade. Turns out, I’d met my new best friend, and for two years, he’s been by my side through everything. The guys tease us about how close we are, but we’re straight, just good friends. Then Cade and I found ourselves having to pretend to date, pretend to be attracted to one another…And then we stopped pretending. Cade: As if having a female stalker and a harpy for a mother wasn’t enough, I’m also in a fake relationship with my best friend? Then we ended up kissing…and more. Elias is straight, I’m straight, and we suddenly want to do not so straight things. That’s pretty much where I am now. So tell me… what am I supposed to do? Elias and Cade, two straight firefighters and best friends, find themselves in a fake relationship that leads both men into territory they’ve never ventured into before. Can their friendship survive? Will they ever want to go back?

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Romeo Alexander is an M/M (gay) Romance Author. Hip, plugged into pop culture, hopeless romantic. Romeo believes that love truly conquers all and that love can heal all wounds. His characters grapple with real relationships and real-world issues while simultaneously using their hearts as a guiding compass towards a Happily Ever After.

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HEALING STORMS by Lynn Burke

Release Date: August 13

Not all storms bring fear. Some cleanse wounds and heal souls.
One stormy night breaks Kane Austin. Moving deeper into the Pennsylvania woods doesn’t heal the heartache of his tragic loss, nor does it offer the peace he longs for. He certainly can’t bear the thought of loving again.
Charley Woodhill blames himself for his sister’s and niece’s deaths. He feels he doesn’t deserve Kane’s forgiveness, and especially not his love, but that doesn’t keep him from watching over his best friend from afar, coveting what he can never have.
Determined to live a quiet life, Jill Walters isn’t looking for a man or complications. But flames of desire bright as a lightning strike can’t be denied, and the consequences of falling for not just one but two men shakes her unstable foundation.
Will Kane let go of the ghosts from his past? Can Charley find the strength to share the man he’s longed for since childhood? Or will Jill choose for them and flee to keep the two men safe?
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Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.

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LEGACY by Laura Pavlov


Release Date: July 21

Ford
I don’t have time for distractions.
I have a billion-dollar company to run. A father to grieve.
A legacy to fulfill.
Harley DeLuca is not my type.
She’s snarky.
She’s stubborn.
And she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen—even in her ridiculous grungy tennis shoes.
I can’t get enough of her.  

Harley
I was a mistake from the moment of conception. 
The sins of my mother have followed me like a nightmare in a horror flick.
I’m determined to make a life for myself, free of my past.
I have three goals.
Open a bakery.
Keep Gramps safe.
And forget that I’m Valentina DeLuca’s daughter.
There’s no room in my life for a man.
Especially an arrogant, condescending jerk like Ford Montgomery.
But now he’s my business partner.
My friend.
And if I’m not careful, he just might be—everything.

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Laura Pavlov writes sweet and sexy contemporary romance that will make you both laugh and cry. She is happily married to her college sweetheart, mom to two awesome almost-grown kids, and dog-whisperer to a couple crazy yorkies. Laura resides in Las Vegas where she is living her own happily ever after. 


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Summer With You Anthology

Title: Summer With You Anthology
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: July 1, 2020 Cover Design: Wildheart Graphics
Each season is special. Autumn comes with crisp weather, warm hues, and pumpkin-spice-everything. Winter has snow, and cozy family gatherings. Spring comes with fresh promise as all the colorful plants come roaring back to life. Summer, though? Summer comes with its own kind of magic. Sunshine, heat, road trips, vacation, and the promise of summer love.
Summer with You is dedicated to all the magic of summer. An amazing group of authors have come together to share deleted scenes from novels you love, prequels, and even peeks of upcoming stories. The common thread weaving these stories together is the fun, heat, and magic of summer.
We hope you enjoy this collection, and in these pages, you find your next favorite author, along with great stories from those you already know and love.
Grab your copy of 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐮 and you’ll get sweet, sexy, summer shorts from some of your favorite authors (and some new favorites, too). By downloading 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐮, you’ll be signed up to receive updates from each of the participating authors. Available for a limited time only!
Jennifer Woodhull
Chiquita Dennie
Anna Brooks
A.K. MacBride
Casey Hagen
Bella Emy
Heather Slade
Jessa York
Rene Webb
K.L. Humphreys
Claire Raye
Eva Charles
Alexia Chase
April Canavan
Stacey Lewis
Kelsey Cheyenne
Rachel Leigh
Harlow Layne
Terra Kelly
CG Burnette 
Jasmin Miller
Krissy V
Denise Wells
Rachel Radner
Hope Irving
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Because of Dylan by Erica Alexander

Title: Because of Dylan
Series: Riggins U, Book 3
Author: Erica Alexander
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 30, 2020
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Whoever said the truth will set you free was lying. The truth won’t set me free. The truth will destroy me.
Our relationship is forbidden. 
I should stay away.
He’s a teacher.
I’m a student.
He lives by a code of ethics and truth.
I hide behind lies and misdirection. I have good reason to.
My childhood was a living nightmare. 
It damaged me, hurt me, destroyed me.
No one knows what I’ve been through.
And I won’t let anyone know.
Especially not him.
Cold. Calculating. Judgmental. Professor Dylan Beckett.
But there’s something about the way he looks at me…
The way I feel when his eyes are on mine…
And I wonder what will happen if I open my heart. 
Is a happy ever after ending even possible for someone as broken as me? Or will the truth destroy everything I worked so hard for?
Some lessons can’t be learned in the classroom… 
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“Because of Dylan is a standalone, slow burn, forbidden, angsty romance featuring a heroine who is stronger than she realizes, and the cocky-on-the-outside, sweet-on-the-inside hero of her dreams. A satisfying HEA is guaranteed.”
Erica Alexander has been a storyteller her entire life. If she’s not writing stories, she’s daydreaming them. Which has gotten her in trouble once or twice. She has an inclination to use sarcasm and she can make anything that comes out of her mouth, sound dirty. It’s a gift.
When Erica is not writing, reading or daydreaming new stories, she enjoys baking, looking up pictures of hot guys on Pinterest (for research of course) and commiserating with friends over their mutual hatred of laundry.
Erica’s life goals are: to make sure her family is happy and healthy, bring to life all the stories in her head, visit Australia and jump off a plane. Preferably with a parachute.
Erica has degrees in Communications and Computer Science and she loves history, all things Native American, and anything that’s off the beaten path and weird.
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Torn by Cole Lepley

Title: Torn
Series: Cherry Grove, Book 3
Author: Cole Lepley
Genre: New Adult, College Sports Romance
Release Date: June 30, 2020
Judah
Coach said no distractions this season
No drinking
No Girls
I’ve already broken one rule– and I’m working on the second
Mackenzie
My therapist said no dating this year
No relationships
No sex
I’m getting better at following the rules– but the new quarterback is making it so hard to be good.
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Amazon Review -”I really loved Judah and Mackenzie’s story. They are great for each other and have great chemistry. The flow and the storyline were great! Overall, I absolutely loved it! I would love to read more about these characters!”
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Goldie

Title: Goldie

Author: Danni Maxwell

Publisher: NineStar Press

Release Date: July 6, 2020

Heat Level: 1 – No Sex

Pairing: Female/Female

Length: 12400

Genre: Fantasy, LGBTQIA+, mythical creatures, Magic/Magic users, Fairy tales, fantasy, romance

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Cast out of her village after being accused of killing her father, Marigold Lovelock has nothing but the clothes on her back and the willpower to make it into the woods. With the company of an Ursidae, a mythical creature known as Squeak, she seeks out The One, the Storyteller who speaks the truth. Throw in a nasty beast called the Gromas, a pack of wolves, and a girl with lips as red as blood, Marigold knows she must learn how to embrace the person she was always been destined to be.

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Goldie Danni Maxwell © 2020 All Rights Reserved A person falls in love with three people in their lifetime. At least that’s what the Storytellers will show you in their legends. Each love will come at a time in a person’s life when they need it most. Even if they don’t realise they needed it in the first place. There’s the first love, the one who teaches what the magical thing called love is. It’s young love. It’s innocent, and it’s pure. It ends far before it can truly begin, but it will always remain the first love of one’s life. The second love is a hard love to endure. It changes a person, teaches them that a heart can break, that a person can wound you more than a knife, that not every love is a fairy tale. It makes a person stronger; it shapes them, helps them grow, teaches them that a heart can mend in time. Then there is the third love, a love that has no warning, that sneaks up on a person and takes them by surprise. It’s the love that they didn’t know they needed, the one they were not looking for. It’s the love that will truly last the test of time. This is the love that can withstand all the battles a person has to endure. It’s unwavering. This is the love that feels like a fairy tale. * Marigold Lovelock had heard these legends more times than she could count, but she never once believed in them. Her father was a Storyteller. His job was to be the one a person seeks for the knowledge, the truth, the wisdom. His job was his life. It took precedence over everything else, including Marigold. Her father’s favourite thing about his title, his powers, was the fact that people blindly adored him. They believed her father could do no wrong, that he was the one with all the answers. He could gather as many of the townspeople as he wanted, tell them of the stories, the legends, the prophecies that had been passed down to him by Storytellers past. And the townspeople would gather; they would flock, run, rally to the town’s centre to hear a new story each day; their eyes and hearts full of belief, of wonder and whimsy. They truly loved her father, for he could tell them all the things their hearts desired to hear, could warn them of the dangers of the beasts and demons that lay beyond the town’s edge. Her father was the light, and Marigold his shadow. The people treated her like she was nothing, like all she did was bring the darkness wherever she went. They skittered away if she got too close, made shifty, judging glances with narrowed eyes and lips pressed in tight lines. The children were ushered away and taught to keep their distance. Though Goldie never knew why they did this, she wondered if it was out of fear, and if that were true, perhaps she was afraid of them too. She’d shy away from everyone as they would hiss and pull away from her. Because why would you even try to fit in when you’re a puzzle with one too many pieces that will never be completed? Her life had never been easy. She lost her mother to childbirth, she lost her father to the Storytellers, and she lost herself to the darkness of being alone. The darkness enveloped the townspeople too but not as heavy as it weighed on her. They all had lost their light; her father had died this past spring, and though the doctor had said he passed from age and peacefully in his sleep, Marigold wondered if he had died of a broken heart. He was always so lost without her mother, and he blamed Marigold for that loss; it’s why she never felt close to him, to anyone. Everyone believed Marigold was cursed, that she possessed something inside her so dark and wicked that it had killed her mother, and that anyone who got close to her, anyone who loved her, would fall dead to the curse too. Her father was just another reason for them to fear her. The townspeople were lost without their Storyteller. The next was still learning the stories and prophecies, and so they had no one to turn to for guidance, for what should be done about Marigold, about who they thought she was, what she was to become, and who she might hurt in the process. The elders of the town were brought up on the stories, but they could only remember so much. Only the mind of a Storyteller could remember all. Their older minds were forgetting, slowly with time, but they never failed to forget the prophecy of the Kalakuta. That is what they believed Marigold was. The Kalakuta were ancient beings, the ones the elders and Storytellers alike would call “the potion people of death.” Their prophecy tells of the Kalakuta being a sentient being that lived long before the time of people. Beings that, once they found a host, would kill any human or being in its path, for the darkness inside told them to do so. They were the makers of death. Her father, the Storyteller, had spoken of a Kalakuta preying on their town, feasting on the sick, the weak, the lost, believing that over time they would eventually take everyone, and there would be no one left to stop it. The minute Marigold’s father had passed, it was like any suspicion they had of Marigold being a Kalakuta had all but been confirmed. This is why she now stood at the edge of the wood, at the final edge of sand between the unknown and the town, her only belongings scattered just beyond the trees, and the entire town standing at her back, waiting to be rid of her at last. Their mourning period was over for the Storyteller. The townspeople were no longer grieving; they were rioting. The moment their mourning cloud had lifted, they went on a manhunt for her. They found Marigold hidden away, wishing to be forgotten in her small hut of a home. They were all afraid of her, just as she was afraid of them. No one was willing to get too close to her. She cowered in her corner, begging someone, anyone, to leave her alone. Someone looped rope around her body, cinching it at her waist and all but dragging her out of her home toward the dark wood. She was scrambling to grab anything she possibly could, begging them to stop, promising them that she would willingly go if they just let her grab her things. They stopped for a moment, enough time for her to grab a satchel with two dresses to change, her pouch of every coin she had saved that her father had hesitated to give her as gifts on special days, and the only drawing she had of her mother, one that her father had tried to throw away in anger and mourning on the anniversary of her death, Marigold’s birthday. It was the one thing Marigold had treasured all her life. It was the last thing she had. “Now. Get going,” the man holding the end of the rope had grunted, tugging on the rope so hard her chest ached with the effort to breathe. The people gathered in her hut parted at the door. They led Marigold out of the town to the wood with a rope around her waist, something hard pressing into her back, pushing her forward while tears streamed down her face. She gripped at her satchel, her heart breaking with every step she put in behind her. Please, she had begged them. Please don’t send me away. All that resulted in was her being shoved even harder, falling to the ground, her crying out in pain as something hard, no doubt the broom handle of a local keeper, cracked down on her back. Her things were grabbed by the children, her satchel tossed, her dresses strewn, her photo crumpled into the tiniest ball. Her pouch of money pressed against her hip, hidden in the pocket she’d sewn into her dress herself. It was the only thing they couldn’t take from her. “Be gone, Kalakuta!” They were all shouting obscene comments at her now, where she stood straight as a pin, her bare toes touching the edges of the dark wood. “Please, I am not a—” “You are a killer, Marigold Lovelock. You killed your parents; you kill the elders, the children even! You have a darkness in you that will never settle. We ought to kill you, but that would be too kind of us. We shall let the beasts of the woods decide your fate. Never return to Veritas, or we will change our minds. Kalakuta.” The man spit at her. The crowds were throwing things at her, rocks and sticks and anything they could use to hurt her. “Please—” Marigold pleaded one last time, her cheeks dripped with tears, her whole body trembling. She had never been so scared in all her life. “She does not learn. We have no pity,” an elder breathed in hushed tones. “Let us show her what we do to Kalakuta.” This was the last thing Marigold heard before she felt a sharp, blunt pain at the back of her skull, and the world went black.

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Danni Maxwell has been writing stories for as long as she can remember. Born and raised in Ontario, Canada, she is a debut author who is currently studying to become a librarian, a job she defines as the best of both the reading and writing world. She has won multiple prestigious writing awards in the past few years. Her favourite genres to write are contemporary, LGBT+, and more recently she’s been dabbling in YA, sci-fi and poetry. When she’s not writing, you can find her creating book- and writing-related videos on Youtube’s Booktube community, at Danni Darling.

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