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The Arrangement by Bethany-Kris


by Bethany-Kris The Russian Guns, #1 Publication Date: March 17, 2014 Genres: Adult, Romantic Suspense, Organized Crime. Erotic Romance

A Russian boss. An Italian Princess. The truth of their union would change everything …

The Arrangement


Nothing will stop the Bratva mob boss from taking back what’s his and once he has her, he’ll do anything to keep her.

Viviana “Vine” Carducci’s and Anton Avdonin’s marriage was decided over two decades ago. The deal between leading mafia families had more on the line than anyone knew, even if the Bratva and Cosa Nostra shouldn’t have mixed. When Vine’s family is murdered and she’s left with nothing more than her grief to survive the mob world alone, she believes the arrangement won’t see the light of day.

Anton can’t allow the one woman he was supposed to love get away. At the possibility of her life coming to a quick end, he steps in with guns blazing knowing exactly what it might cost him: everything. But it’s been nearly a decade since their last meeting, and he can’t help but wonder if the woman he took back is the same girl he fell for all those years before.

Under his protection and love, Vine is unable to forget their shared moments a lifetime ago, or the future she knows they’re owed. When an old flame of Anton’s shows up to rip the veil off the carefully constructed secrets he’d been hiding, past lies surface, and Vine might just learn that nothing about her life was as it seemed. But, that’s nothing compared to the bomb about to blow. Can she see beyond the pain and blood it to take what she always wanted? And just how far will the mob prince go to keep her safe?

In a world where violence, deceit, and greed reign, your life is not your own, and sometimes, love has to be arranged.

Book 1 of The Russian Guns

Viviana couldn’t shake the feeling of a heavy pressure holding her down. Blinking rapidly, she breathed and attempted to see, move, or just do anything.

Nothing happened.

An ache had settled in the creases of her arms and legs. Bending them only served to settle the throbbing pressure deeper into her muscles. Pain radiated from the right side of her jaw as she opened her mouth to call out. With dry lips, a soreness that wouldn’t seem to disappear, and grogginess saturating her senses, she couldn’t focus long enough to remember where she was. Never mind what had happened that got her … here.

Where in the hell was she?

Breathing in, she could taste something familiar in the dark air. Like city air, gunpowder, cigars, and a woodsy cologne that reminded Viviana of home. Her fingers tightened in the blankets.

Hadn’t she been at the university dorms with Sam last night? Hadn’t she been drunk, and hadn’t Sam taken her home? Didn’t she go to that lecture in the morning?

“Sam?” Her voice was hoarse, words mumbled and barely intelligible. Her throat felt sore like she’d been screaming her lungs out for hours. “Sam, wake up.”

It wasn’t a second later that she heard shouts from somewhere outside her dark confines. A voice that resonated deep in her confused mind yelled angrily in a language Viviana couldn’t understand. A woman dressed in a grey-and-white uniform, her hair tied back, looked about as frightened as Viviana felt as she scurried past the opened doorway.

The shouts continued before something shattered, the sounds of tinkling glass spreading over the floors echoing down the hallway. The familiar voice grew scarily quiet as he spit his words out with sheer venom.

Viviana didn’t have to understand the words to know the man was livid; just barely hanging on the ledge of control. More than once growing up, she had heard that kind of anger while she stayed hidden in the safety of her bedroom. Her father’s voice carried through the house as he handled misbehaving men in the basement, or office, whichever served his purpose, depending on the soldier who’d done him wrong.

Forcing herself from the confines of the blankets, Viviana managed to get caught up in all the fabric and tumbled off the bed. Landing on the hard floor with a loud thump, she was surprised no one outside the room heard the noise. Crawling until standing was possible, she swayed on the spot, her legs feeling like a mixture of brittle sticks inside a bag of jelly. Nausea rolled through her insides like a tidal wave of sickness ready to drown and destroy.

Hangovers didn’t feel like that. Nothing felt like that. Unless death did. She wasn’t sure.

“Sam,” Viviana called out again, heading toward the lighted hallway.

Had he checked the hallway before leaving?

Just as she reached the door, something on a small stand caught her eye. The light from the hallway illuminated the framed photograph enough that she could discern the people being pictured. Finally, she remembered.

The face of Nicoli—a former boss of the Bratva, and an ally to her father—stared back at Viviana. Her shaky hand reached out to touch the photograph, snapping back almost at the exact instant she realized what she was doing.

There would be no photo of Nicoli in her dorm, nor would there be a picture of him in any house she visited. It was only then Viviana remembered the sounds of a silenced gun firing off three deadly shots. Sam hanging limp and dead off the edge of a bed. A man hitting her face and spitting words in Russian.


Viviana shuddered.


Blood bled red in her memories, but the too big T-shirt she now wore hung loose around her bare legs, unstained and pristine white.


She was in a car with a Russian … Boris … terrified and trying not to cry.


The name was thick on her tongue and heavy in her thrashing, thundering heart. Stumbling, she moved from the room and braced her hands on the wall, needing that solid ground to steady her swaying as she moved closer to the shouting.


Looking at her hands, Viviana noticed the blood that once stained her skin was now clean. Fingernails had been buffed, chips filed down, and the natural white crescents at the tips shined brightly under the light. Confused, she reached up to run fingers through her black hair. Instead of the tangled waves from this morning—or was it yesterday now?—she was met with no resistance. The locks felt clean and soft, brushed all the way through and hanging loose down her back.

Someone had washed her. They took meticulous care in cleaning any evidence from her hands and body, changing the clothes she wore and leaving her somewhere they thought was safe for Viviana to wake up in.

Was it him, she wondered. Was it Anton who did that for me?

Beyond the fear and nerves, something that scared Viviana even worse resided in the pit of her stomach: want. She wanted that. Wanted to know he had touched her. Cared for her. Worried over her. But she shouldn’t have wanted that at all.

Finally releasing her hold on the wall, she felt stable enough to walk on her own. Moving at a speed that was too fast for her still upset insides, Viviana made it to the partially opened French doors at the end of the hallway. With dark blinds covering the glass, no one on the inside noticed her approach, and the woman who had previously passed the doorway had long disappeared. The men’s voices became louder again, fury hissing with a burn between every word she couldn’t comprehend. Looking through a crack in the door, the sight staring back was shocking.

At least five men were inside the room, and while four stood upright, the one who had hit Viviana in her dorm—Viktor—was lying prone on the floor. With his head bent at an awkward angle, the barrel of a gun pressing to his right temple, Viktor gritted his teeth and continued to say the same phrase over and over in Russian.

“Boss, let it go,” one man said quietly. “He’s apologized, he’s never skimmed off his boys or done you wrong in the past. Your grandfather would have done the same.”

It wasn’t his face Viviana’s eyes were drawn to, or even the man that spoke in a language she could finally understand. Instead it was the hand holding the gun with a painful force. That hand didn’t shake; there was no hesitation in the action. She had the distinct feeling if those fingers that had once touched her skin so softly pulled the trigger, they wouldn’t find regret in that choice.

Eta ruka?”

Anton’s voice sounded darker than she had ever heard it. Hardened and cold, like shards of ice to her soul. Wearing only dark wash jeans that sat low around his hips, the waistband of his boxer-briefs were visible. The black hair, now kept a little longer than when she had last seen him, was wet and hanging over blue eyes. She couldn’t help but wonder if those eyes blazed a dark blue in his rage like they did when he fucked and loved.

Every muscle tensed and shuddered as anger rolled over his broad shoulders, the six-pack of abs clenching like the white teeth he bared when he growled out once more, “Eta ruka?”

Viktor nodded, raising the hand his boss had tapped with a boot. The chiseled line of Anton’s jaw grew impossibly harder as he breathed heavily through his nose. Something unknown washed through Viviana’s insides, sending her desire ramped up while fear prickled elsewhere.

“Do you think it is appropriate I let this go, Viktor?” he asked, warningly. The slight Russian accent in his dialect wasn’t nearly as thick as some of the men around him, but the more irritated his voice became, the more prominent it sounded. “Do you agree with your brothers that your actions should simply be overlooked because of your lack of past transgressions? Would that be to your liking?”


“It is a yes or no question!” The barrel of the gun pressed harder against the older man’s temple. Viviana’s heart stuttered. “I don’t wish to hear your excuses, or apologies. I want a fucking answer!”

Viviana’s fingers tightened around the doorknob as Viktor’s voice turned quieter and he said, “Yes, I was wrong.”

Anton gripped the gun, and he tapped the piece three short times to the man’s head. “This hand,” he stated, his foot tapping against Viktor’s clenched fingers once more. “You hit her with this one, so open it up against the floor. Now.”


“Would you like to be next, Boris? I should take a pound from you, too, considering you didn’t step in until after he’d smacked her around a little. I was very clear with my instructions. Neither of you idiots managed to follow them properly.”

Anton stood straight, turning to face Boris, and giving Viviana a view of the wide plains of his back and shoulders. Stretched with bands of muscles, his shoulders were strong, wide, and shuddering with barely contained fury. Black ink crisscrossed his skin in a tribal design and a black star resided on both of his shoulders between the inky licks of color.

“The orders were clear, and you allowed him to break my protocol. At the very least, you could have used that sedative before you took her from the dorm, and he did not have to end that bull inside the complex. Those are issues I have to fix now. Too sloppy for a brigadier of your age and knowledge. Both of you are losing the thirty percent share from your boy’s tributes this month, and maybe next, too. I haven’t decided, yet.”

“Yes, Boss,” Boris replied quietly.

Anton turned back to Viktor, the gun in his grip aimed and ready. Viviana choked knowing what he was about to do, but still unable to turn away from the sight. “Hand out,” he ordered again. With a shaky exhale, Viktor unclenched his fingers and laid his palm flat to the floor.

Closing his eyes, he apologized once more in his mother tongue. Anton kneeled down to thrust the gun against the back of the man’s hand. “You will apologize to her. You are not to speak to her directly, or indirectly, without my immediate presence and permission. I do not want to see your face before I request it, and I suggest you stay away from my clubs and homes until this has blown over. Are we clear?”


“Yes, what?” Anton barked.

“Yes, Boss.”

Without a second of indecision, Anton pulled back the hammer on his gun. Viktor flinched, and she felt suffocated by the realization that a man was about to be shot for hitting her. Bile rose in Viviana’s throat as she pushed open the door and stumbled through. With it came the attention of every man in the room, and the appearance of their guns pointed directly at her.


Bethany-Kris is a Canadian author, lover of much, and mother to four young sons, one cat, and two dogs. A small town in Eastern Canada where she was born and raised is where she has always called home. With her boys under her feet, snuggling cat, barking dogs, and a hubby calling over his shoulder, she is nearly always writing something … when she can find the time.

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Almost Glass by Leah Holt

Title: Almost Glass
Author: Leah Holt
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: September 3, 2018
Broken. Shattered. Forever searching for something I knew I’d never find. . . Happiness.
I was a girl with no purpose, with no reason to keep going—I was barely living.
Life had been nothing but a cruel joke to me. I had found love, only to lose it. I had found hope, only to watch it get snatched from my arms.
I had nothing left.
But from the darkness came a man.
He saw something in me that I couldn’t.
He saw life, he saw the girl that I had lost somewhere along the way; he saw a second chance.
With his help, I picked up the glass around my feet and put my life back together.
He gave me more than anyone ever could.
He gave me his heart.
And I wanted to give him mine, I just didn’t know how.
I needed to let go of the past to truly let him in.
So I did what I never could before, I gave myself a voice. I wrote a letter.
And that letter changed everything.
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I’m not dead, but I should be. I spent five years of my life running. Some people run away and never really know why. They just go, never looking back, never thinking about the past. They write it off as if it never happened. But I know why I ran, I saw it every time I looked in the mirror or heard a baby cry. It was always there, replaying inside my head when my eyes closed, when there was nothing but silence surrounding me. There was no escaping those memories. No way to erase them from my mind or banish them from my heart. My only solace was having the power to numb it. That was all I could do. Until I couldn’t anymore. I’ve wanted to tell my story for a really long time now, with the hope that maybe it could give other girls, just like me, the chance to see that life doesn’t have to be a certain way. It doesn’t matter how deep the hole is, you can always climb out. It’s never too late, not unless it’s your very last breath, and even then I’d still say keep on fighting. Fight for more air, fight for what’s yours; fight for the right to keep going. What you go through doesn’t define you, it doesn’t have to follow you around like a giant black cloud. All of it—it only makes you stronger. I’m stronger now than I’ve ever been, but for some reason, I still can’t find the strength I need to tell my story so people can hear it. I can’t utter it out loud—shit, I can’t even whisper what’s inside my head. But writing it, that’s different. When your voice isn’t strong enough to float through the air so others can hear you, what do you do? Do you stop talking? Do you shy away from using your lips and trade it for silence? No. You transfer your thoughts and words into long strokes of ink, so your voice will last forever. . . You will last forever. My story isn’t for the weak, it’s not going to fill you with so much joy your heart will explode. What I can tell you is that I got my happily ever after, I just needed a hero to show me I had to work for it.
Growing up in a small town, Leah Holt’s imagination was able to run wild. She loves to write romance that is full of broken heroes you can’t help but fall in love with. Having three children of her own, life is filled with far too many cartoons and not enough bad boys. Writing has become an outlet for her to let out all of the dirty, forbidden thoughts inside her head. When she’s not typing to the point her fingers hurt, you can find her downing coffee and trying to keep track of reality. Which is never easy when she’d rather have her nose in a book or creating stories that will leave you breathless and wanting more.
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Flirtasaurus by Erin Mallon

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Flirtasaurus, an all-new quirky and fun, laugh-out-out romantic comedy from debut author Erin Mallon is available now!


My name is Calliope and “I bone for a living.” Kidding. I am studying to be a paleontologist though. It’s the only thing I’ve ever wanted to be, and I have finally landed the perfect museum internship to make all of my dino-loving dreams come true.

Trouble is, everyone wants me to be a gentle, loving sort of creature, but I’m more of the T-Rex type by nature – the kind who is determined to stomp and tear her way through any obstacle in order to get what she wants.

But when a sexy, rumbly-voiced astronomer plummets into my orbit and threatens to break open my hard little heart, my career and my whole way of looking at the world is suddenly on the line.

The dinosaurs didn’t see their asteroid coming.

And I sure as hell wasn’t prepared for mine.


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“I literally have no idea what you’re—”

“Your asteroid friends killed my dinos!” I say with a bit too much force, I’m guessing. Yup, my buzz can now officially be promoted to drunk.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh. Okay. Yeah, I guess that’s… Wait. You’re mad at me for that?”



He takes a moment to consider his response. And then he shocks the hell out of me.

“What else can I say to you then, other than… I am incredibly sorry, Calliope?”

“You’re what?”

“I’m sorry.”

“I don’t think a guy has ever said that to me before.”

“What. That he’s sorry?”



“It’s pretty… um. Well, it’s… it’s kind of. It’s really sexy behavior.”

“Oh. Well, in that case… let me take it a step further then. I, Ralph Anderson, take full and complete responsibility for the death of your dinos.”

“Shut up, dude,” I say, laughing.

“No, no, really! Had I known that a massive asteroid would strike this planet and wipe out the creatures you so dearly love, and if I had the power to go back in time and stop it… I would.”

“Well, how in the hell would you have done that? That’s impossible. That’s—”

“Hey, Callie?”


“Go with me here, will ya? I’m letting myself be unscientific and non-literal for just a minute.”

“You called me Callie.”

“I did. Is… that okay?”

“Nobody really calls me that. But, yeah. It’s okay.”

“Cool,” he says with a smile. “So, Callie. I guess what I would have to do… You know, after I time traveled back a few millennia—”

“A few?”

“Alright, more than a few. I’d have to invent a rocket since they wouldn’t be invented just yet, shoot myself up to the heavens, then circle the Earth’s atmosphere until I could hitch a ride on that bastard ball of flaming rock dead set for your dinos. I would latch onto it with my brute strength and push that mammoth motherfucker off course until it found some other planet and some other life form to obliterate. Then I’d fall back to Earth like a feather, land back on a cozy couch with you and our pet, Troodon, since Troodon is obviously and by far the most precious dinosaur to ever walk the planet, and we’d watch Friends, drink Yoo-hoo, and laugh our asses off together until the day we died a peaceful non-apocalyptic death.”

This. Guy.

“Uggadah-uggadah. Woo!”

“What was that? Did you just do a little jig?”

“Of course not. I just had a-a, uh…. a charley horse situation.”

“Really? I thought those only happened when people were sleeping.”

“Oh no, they can happen anytime.”


Truth? I was so turned on by him at that moment, I did a lusty little leg shake to get those warm and fuzzy feelings moving right back where they came from.

Full disclosure?

It didn’t work.

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Erin Mallon‘s debut romantic comedy novel, Flirtasaurus, releases in July 2020. She is an award-winning narrator of over 450 books and an accomplished playwright and producer in New York City. She has written over 40 plays, which have been produced Off-Broadway and all over the country, including These Walls Can Talk, a raucous theatrical love letter to the romance audiobook community. She lives in a little yellow house on the outskirts of NYC with her husband and Three J’s.

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Bang by Nikki Belaire

Title: Bang: A Naughty Novella
Series: Suck, Bang, & Blow #2
Author: Nikki Belaire
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: July 16, 2020


Theirs is a love story as old as time: He catches sight of her, instantly smitten, and steals her away, spoiling her into submissiveness until they settle into a perfect life of continuous sexy times. (Seriously, they f*ck a lot – not sure how anyone gets anything done.)

After a few years, the shine on their happily ever after begins to tarnish. Beck doesn’t understand why his baby girl, his wisp, his whole damn universe wants to break his chains of love. Eden can’t understand why her overprotective possessive obsessive mob boss husband refuses to allow her to leave her mansion prison just to have some fun with the girls.

After a little bit of tears and a whole lot of bedroom fun, Beck agrees to a night out. But will the happy be restored to their happily ever after? Or will they realize what they’ve been missing hiding out from the rest of the world?

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Fuck, life doesn’t get any better than this.
The most spectacular woman in the damn world bares herself to me on her knees with my cock deep in her supple mouth. I treat my queen with the respect she deserves and control my thrusts to keep from choking her despite how much I want to. She fucking trusts me, and I refuse to ruin her faith in me by acting like even more of a bastard than I already do. Seeming to sense my restraint, she relaxes completely and my dick delves as far as it’s ever gone in her throat. When she squeezes the rest that won’t fit and then scrapes her fingernails on my throbbing balls, I almost come against her tonsils. “You have the most amazing mouth, baby girl.”
A gurgle of approval answers me back. My wife knows how much I fucking worship her but fuck if I don’t love telling her again and again. “And those magnificent tits. Fuck me if they’re not glorious while they bounce from me fucking you.”
Her moan reminds me they need attention again too. “And that sweet, sweet pussy just drips such perfect honey when I eat it out.”
The suction on my shaft tightens from my approval, and I can’t hold on much longer. When her teeth scrape backward for the entire length and down again, I twist her hair around my fist and plunge all the way in while my body jerks in anticipation.
“Don’t swallow.”
She nods as best she can with her dainty mouth stuffed full of my cock. I thrust a few more times, and she must realize I’m getting ready to blow and deep throats me one last time. God fucking damn. I adore this woman.
I twitch from the sensation and then still, roaring out my release with my dick and my mouth, uttering every curse word known to man as I empty myself between her willing lips. Driving a few more times until every drop is wrung from me, I pull back slowly, enjoying the last few seconds and burning the image in my mind to remember today. Unable to hold back my grin from the secret only I know – my wife’s a dirty girl behind her innocent demeanor. “Show me.”
Her delicate pink tongue slips past her teeth, and she holds my come like an offering. I stroke her cheek in gratitude. Well aware praising her makes her blush as well as wet. “Good girl.”
Unable to speak, she blinks several times with her thick long lashes brushing her rosy cheeks. I slide my finger through the thick fluid and swirl some on her nipples, hard as diamonds from pleasing her husband. She moans around her occupied tongue, and I circle a few more times and then tweak the taut skin. Anointing her like a priest would his perfect obedient lamb. “These are mine. These belong to me.”
She nods in agreement. Hooded eyes follow my finger as I skim over her breasts and up her neck to her face. I dip inside her mouth again and swirl through the salty cream. Bending at the waist, I suck the side of her slender throat while my hand glides between her legs. Her thighs tremble as I swipe through her drenched lips. Caressing them over and over until I reach her clit. Needy and pulsing, the silky bundle swells more from my touch. “This is mine. This belongs to me.”
Another throaty groan responds with her thrusting forward. Trying to earn more of my touch. More of her reward. More of our connection. “Does my wife need her husband to fuck her before he takes her out?”
The urgent whimper proves how submissive she remains, keeping my come safe until I tell her otherwise. With my free hand, I swipe the last of my release from her mouth and move to her ass using the slime as lube. Breaching her tight little hole with my fingertip, while I tease her pussy until she cries out and her forehead collapses against my hip. But I’m not finished with her yet.
I still owe her a good fuck before we spend the day with our son. “This is going to be quick because we’re running out of time but I’ll make it up to you tonight.”

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Nikki writes contemporary romantic thrillers and admits to a weakness for bad boys, especially ones who can’t live without the strong women they love. She spends more time in her characters’ lives than her own. But, when she’s in the real world, her passions include reading, wine appreciating, running, and spending time with her husband and daughter.

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Who Wants to Marry a Cowboy by Abigail Sharpe

It’s a bachelorette competition and she’s determined not to win… Who Wants to Marry a Cowboy by Abigail Sharpe re-releases July 29th!

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Hardworking and seriously single, there’s nothing Riley Pommer wouldn’t do for his family. So when his sisters concoct a crazy plan to save the family ranch, the hunky cowboy reluctantly lets them turn his homestead into the site of a dating competition. As Crescent Ridge is invaded by beautiful women vying for the top prize — him — Riley still isn’t interested in being roped into a relationship. But when he meets the spirited and intriguing Ainsley, partnering up no longer seems pointless.

Between her business and her meddling mother, Ainsley Fairfax desperately needs to get away, and her only immediate choice is standing in for her sister in a bachelorette competition on a far away ranch. Determined not to win the grand prize cowboy at any cost, she sets out to forget her troubles and relax on Crescent Ridge. But when her path finally crosses with rugged Riley’s, Ainsley finds herself heating up rather than cooling down.

With instant chemistry that sizzles, Riley and Ainsley can’t help falling for one another. But as the other competitors stampede through their lives, are Riley and Ainsley destined to find their hearts trampled by the very same game that brought them together?

Who Wants to Marry a Cowboy is a hot and sexy standalone romance and book one in the Love Match Series. It was previously published as volume one in the With This Ring Series by Forever Yours.


Abigail is a Boston-bred Yankee now eating grits and saying “y’all” in North Central Florida. Content specialist by day, she doesn’t don a cape at night, but spends her time writing passionate and playful contemporary romance. When she’s not writing, she can be found wearing a corset and singing bawdy songs with Just Desserts, an a cappella musical comedy act, at places that won’t throw them out. All hail low altos! Abigail lives with her husband, two kids, and one crazy princess puppy. You can keep up with her at She has a website, too, but it’s horribly outdated, and she’d rather write books than fix the HTML. Only go there if you want to sign up for her newsletter, which she publishes sporadically.

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The Goodbye Guy by Natasha Moore


by Natasha Moore A Men of Lakeside Novel Publication Date: July 20, 2020 Genres: Adult, Entangled: August, Contemporary, Romance


Rachel Bradford is finally living her dream as the star of her own interior design show. But ratings are slipping, and if she wants to save the show, she has to set an episode in the hometown she fled. Worst of all, she’s going to have to work with the cocky bad boy who humiliated her.

Single dad, Beckett Colburn plans to turn an old fire station into a neighborhood bar. He’s blindsided when he discovers his family made a deal to turn his dream into a reality TV project. He’d rather run into a burning builing than work with his childhood nemesis–on camera.

But it’s not easy with a TV crew in town stirring up trouble, spreading rumors, creating buzz. Not to mention the inconvenient sudden attraction that sparks every time Rachel and Beckett fight.


Natasha Moore fell in love with the written word as soon as she could read. She’s the author of more than twenty romances, and believes that stories of love and hope are important. Love can happen at any age and she often writes about vibrant and passionate characters finding love later in life. She’s a snowbird, spending the winters in sunny Florida, and the rest of the year in beautiful western New York with her real life hero who is happy to tell everyone that he’s her inspiration.

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Hot Mess by Elise Faber

Movie Star + Single Mom Romance!
Hot Mess by Elise Faber is coming on August 3rd!

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1. A disorganized, disaster at life.
2. Someone who excels at disorder and disarray.
3. A person who’s holding it together . . . but just barely.
4. Samantha Torres

Once upon time Samantha had been young and single. But then she’d met Brian and they’d gotten married . . . and now she was single again, only this time she had the best little girl on the planet to show for it.

Which was pretty much the only thing that was going right in her life.

Brian, her lousy cheating ex, was finally out of the picture, and she was left with an expensive house, a car payment she could barely afford, and a job that left her drained at the end of the day.

She was barely hanging on.

Then she met Finn. The number one movie star in the world. The most beautiful man she’d ever laid eyes on. Also, quite possibly the only man whose life might be a bigger hot mess than her own.

And he wanted her . . .

No, this couldn’t go wrong at all.
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Ignoring the Rules by Loni Ree

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He’s ignoring the rules and getting his girl.

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Cover Design:
Sarah Kil Creative Studio
Cover Photo: Wander Aguiar
Cover Model: Ben Smith

Jake Thomas doesn’t believe in love at first sight. He refuses to believe his sister is really in love with a guy she met less than a week ago. When his sister refuses to listen to reason, he storms away before getting into a fight with a man twice his size. Needing one night out to forget his problems, Jake wanders into the Wayward Ways bar and ends up getting the surprise of his life.  One look at the stunning waitress walking his way and Jake knows he’s not leaving here without her. Little Bianca Russo has grown into a beautiful woman, and Jake wants her for himself. He doesn’t care if it’s against her brother’s rules.

There’s one big problem, Bianca turns him down flat. After spending years lusting after her brother’s best friend, Bianca has moved away and gotten over Jake Thomas. She refuses to give the jerk anymore of her time.  He can take his sugary promises and move on.

Jake isn’t taking no for an answer. He plans on showing Bianca they were always meant to be. Jake is ignoring the rules and getting his girl.


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