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As Big As The Sky by Amy Aislin


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As Big as the Sky by Amy Aislin


Sam McAuley isn’t having a great start to the summer. Served with papers? Great. He’s being sued. Perfect, pristine yard overrun with chickens? What the—? Clearly, the new guy running the animal rehabilitation centre next door has no idea what he’s doing.

It’s one town to the next, one school to the next, one job to the next for Bo Novak. Everything is temporary. Even his current job—running his sister’s animal rehab centre while she’s away on a four-month leave—is temporary. And he does know what he’s doing, thank you very much. Sure, things don’t always run smoothly, but the stick-in-the-mud next door could be a little nicer about it.

One overheard conversation, an olive branch, and a baseball game might show these guys that being at odds isn’t really what they want, and that what they want might just be each other.

As Big as the Sky was first published in August 2017. This new edition has a brand new cover but no content changes.

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Bo’s shoulders were hunched, his blond hair sticking to his forehead, likely from having worked up a sweat while working in the warm air this morning. His T-shirt clung to him as he took a deep breath and plucked a piece of grass out of the ground. He looked pensive as he threaded the grass through his fingers. To Sam, he seemed alone and dejected. Sam had always seen him with his head held high and a fiery spark in his eyes. He couldn’t even reconcile this version of Bo with the one he was used to seeing. Even though he wasn’t at all Sam’s type, Sam had to admit Bo was really cute. Sam opened his mouth to speak, but Bo’s phone rang before he could say anything. Bo took a look at the caller ID and his shoulders slumped further before he drew them back and answered the call. “Laura, hey!” Bo’s enthusiasm sounded a bit forced to Sam, but what did he know? “Oh yeah, everything’s great. It’s just me and your chickens right now, and PomPom. Schnee went home yesterday.” He listened for a minute, then said, “I spoke with them yesterday. They’re going to be sending me a pigeon later this week, maybe two. It’s actually pretty quiet right now. May was busier.” Sam turned to leave, not wanting to intrude, but the sound of his name stopped him. “Sam’s been great, yeah.” That definitely sounded forced. “Yeah, he helped me fix the lawn mower, just like you said.” The lawn mower. The one Laura had texted him about a couple days ago, letting him know Bo was going to be coming around for help with it. But Bo never had, probably because on Bo’s first day, when he’d come over to Sam’s to introduce himself, Sam had snapped at him for stepping on his poor seedlings in his front garden. “Jesus, watch where you’re going! These won’t grow if you trample them. Don’t you pay attention to what’s around you?” That about summed up what Sam had said to interrupt Bo’s friendly, “Hi, I’m Bo!” Sam had watched Bo’s face fall before he drew himself up—exactly like he had before answering Laura’s call—fisted his hands on his hips and said, “Well, excuse the hell out of me. But who plants flowers right on the edge of the sidewalk? What if a kid on a bicycle accidentally ends up riding over them? You gonna yell at them too?” It had been a fair question. One Sam hadn’t had an answer to. Not that he expected kids to be biking along on the small gravel sidewalk. Burnhamthorpe Road was a fairly busy street with an eighty-kilometre an hour speed limit. Yet instead of saying so to Bo, he’d rethought his strategy and moved his seedlings up closer to his porch. Just in case. The question now was, why was Bo lying to Laura? The fact that he was making Sam out to be some helpful, generous neighbour only served to make him feel like a bigger heel for the way he’d treated Bo the past few weeks. I was really looking forward to being his friend. A fist squeezed his lungs at the thought that he’d so disappointed Bo. Truth was Sam had been looking forward to meeting Bo too, ever since Laura told him Bo was coming to take over running Big Sky for the summer. But then the shit had hit the fan and he’d taken out his frustrations on poor Bo. Who’d only wanted to be his friend. Bo finally finished his phone call. Setting his phone on the stair behind him, he let out a long breath and went back to staring at the horizon. Sam walked toward him and cleared his throat to get his attention. When Bo spotted him, his expression went from brooding to annoyed in less than a second. He rolled those big brown eyes and stood. “Are you kidding me? I fixed my damn fence,” he growled. “Yeah, I—” “You might want to check your side because I’m pretty sure that’s where the problem is.” “I—” know, he tried to say, but Bo interrupted him again. “Or did you come here to complain about something else? Is PomPom snorting too loudly? Did the water from his pail accidentally get onto your side of the yard? Is there some stench that’s bugging your delicate sense of smell?” Sam knew he deserved that. He’d done nothing but harp on Bo since he arrived. “Was my sitting here too loud for you?” Bo kept going. “Is Your Tall Perfectness bothered by the sound of almost non-existent wind in the trees?” Your Tall—what? Thrown for a moment, it took Sam a second to respond. “I came to apologize.” That shut Bo up.

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Amy’s lived with her head in the clouds since she first picked up a book as a child, and being fluent in two languages means she’s read a lot of books! She first picked up a pen on a rainy day in fourth grade when her class had to stay inside for recess. Tales of treasure hunts with her classmates eventually morphed into love stories between men, and she’s been writing ever since. She writes evenings and weekends—or whenever she isn’t at her full-time day job saving the planet at Canada’s largest environmental non-profit.

An unapologetic introvert, Amy reads too much and socializes too little, with no regrets. She loves connecting with readers. Join her Facebook Group, Amy Aislin’s Readers, to stay up-to-date on upcoming releases and for access to early teasers, find her on Instagram and Twitter, or sign up for her newsletter.

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Release Date: September 10

There was so much I never saw coming.

Opening for Tragic, one of the most famous bands in the world, catapulted me from mediocre anonymity into the limelight.

The leap from struggling musician to successful rock star happened quickly. 

After my album topped the charts, I was headlining my own tour, performing for thousands of fans, and loving every moment.

Just as suddenly as my career began, it slammed to a halt, stopped by a word uttered worldwide.


With my tour postponed, it looked like my year wasn’t going to be a promising one, until I ended up quarantined with Geneva Rowe. Sexy, funny, and a frustrating mystery, Geneva made the days fly by.

“Sometimes the universe intervenes.”

I couldn’t remember where I heard those words, but they stuck with me. Not until this year, did I believe they could be true.

Now if only it could help me convince this stubborn woman we could have more than a temporary isolation fling.

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I need to know we’re on the same page. “Patrick, what do you want from me?”

   “Want from you?” He stares down at me, his fingers trailing across my inner thigh.

   “I’m not looking for a relationship or anything serious, but I’m open to a temporary fling situation while we’re staying here. If that’s what you want.”

   His eyes darken as he looms over me and the shift in his expression warns I’m not dealing with the kind, polite man I’ve come to know. What lust ignites in him is deep, primal and unrestrained.

   God, the way his voice drops close to a growl as he responds is enough to weaken anyone. “I want to fuck you in every way possible, in every position imaginable. I want to make you come in ways you never fathomed in every available bit of space in this house, then move outside where the world can hear you scream my name until you’re hoarse. That’s what I want, Geneva.”

   My words are drowned out by the thump of my heart in my ears. “I can live with that.”

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A voracious reader since she sounded out her first word, she started writing as a teenager and rediscovered her love of writing as an adult.

Originally from Indianapolis, S.M. now lives in a small Kentucky town with her teenage son.

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Grosse Pointes by Natalie Barnes

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

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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Detroit, Michigan

25 November 1926

    Shadows swarm my vision as I try desperately to latch on to light. With the only light bestowing is the thought of her… My ears throb as if they were a hammer, making use with nails that’d be piercing through my skull. Through the holes in my beak seeps in the worn scent of gun powder. The burn ripens, a sear growing within me. Keen to know damn well just where I be, by the scent of faded flesh and rotten walls. However now, the air around grows heavy. The thickness of it swallows me. I tilt my weighted head back, yearning to take what seldom breaths this confinement allows. For this air holds the icy secrets of this decaying joint. A grim cackle cuts in from behind me. My head lowers at the horrible sound. For it belongs to only a shell of a man. A shell he be, for he never truly lived. After all, only true existing is placed once the fluttered wings of an angel flitters over one’s heart. Nah, Carmine’s soul is slated, as my sight be right now. His heart be as foul as the stench that beds around me. I aim for sight, only to lose against the woven cloth. It be from the sack that cloaks my lids. This only sets a squall inside of me. My jaw bolts shut while my chest stiffens against the rope that binds me to this damn chair. “You ought to be feeling right at home there, Brek…” Carmine’s vicious head snakes closer on my left. I become rigid when the touch of his greasy stub of a hand curls around my neck. My breath and sight surrender to this drowning sack. I recoil, wanting nothing more than to lose the feel of his crummy clasps. Yet his nubs still grab ahold of my chin and yank. The pinched force splits my mouth open, unlatching my lips that were once shut. Bile hints on his breath as he begins to shout. His spit sprays right where my ear would’ve shown. That is, if it were not hidden underneath this cloth. “Right into the potato sack where you belong! You worthless, Paddy!” Visions of work from the true hands of Lucifer himself dance inside my wicked mind, of slicing a worn blade through Carmine’s pipe. How joyous of a thought that is. Sadly, though, soon as it leaps within my head, it swiftly seizes when Carmine’s fist slams down onto my skull. “You’re a damn snake, O’Brien…” Carmine hisses in my ear. He be the one who is a feckin’ snake. Every. Last. Damn. One. Of. Them. Except her… “Gabriella…”  

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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Nothing Else Matters by Allana Walker

Title: Nothing Else Matters
Series: The Demon Disciples MC #2
Author: Allana Walker
Genre: Dark MC Romance
Release Date: September 3, 2020
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Secrets and lies.
They never stay buried.
Old ghosts come to haunt Daria Denver and Striker Xanders.
Truths will be unearthed.
Will they find their way back to each other and let their love survive these threats?
Or will it tear them apart forever?
Nothing Else Matters when you have the one you love by your side.
This book contains sensitive subjects that some readers may find distressing and uncomfortable.
Allana lives in Dundee, Scotland with her husband and two daughters.
She has always had a passion for reading and until a few years ago, started secretly writing. She had always debated sharing it but never had the confidence to do so, until now. In her words; ‘Life is too short to regret things we could have done and wishing the should’ve, would’ve, could’ve’s.’
She wants to show, not only her daughters but to everyone else, that you can do whatever you want when you put your mind to it.
She loves reading a range of genres, particularly MC, Mafia, and romance.
Other than reading and writing, Allana loves to help out other authors, watching WWE, dancing around the room with her daughters, or at the cinema with her husband. She also loves to bake, it’s her stress reliever.
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Rated-XXX by Mya Oh

Title: Rated-XXX
Author: Mya Oh
Genre: New Adult Romantic Comedy
Release Date: September 1, 2020


So, this whole thing started with a dick cake. Literally, a cake shaped like a dick. Phallic confectionary. I spill a cup of coffee on the patron. We become friends. We fall in love.

Wait, let’s back-track a bit.

I’m Bailey Finch: twenty-four, living in LA, and working as the lowly Calendar Editor for a trendy Sex & Relationships magazine – think Cosmo on methamphetamines. I mostly take coffee orders.

I’m also woefully body-conscious, clinically anxious, and still a virgin. Not the cute, quirky sort, either. I’m a borderline train-wreck on my best days, and a dumpster fire on my worst.

But here’s the real kicker: the Dick Cake Guy? He also ends up being the best career opportunity to possibly fall into my lap. His name is Elijah Mattox: BDSM Porn Star prodigy, wanna-be mainstream actor, and the subject of my very first magazine interview.

Or at least, that’s how it started. There was something much bigger yet to come – no pun intended.

Rated XXX: A virgin. A porn star. A comedy.


The Dick Cake Guy

Cue: Darude – Sandstorm.
Wait. 99 Luftballons. That’s a much better intro song.
No. That’s not how I want to start this shit show. Or is this supposed to be a romantic comedy? You know, happy ending, lots of tissues, laugh-out-loud dialogue. Brilliant and sweet, with well fleshed-out, dynamic characters. Because that’s usually a thing, isn’t it?
And I’m already rambling.
So how on Earth do I start this? I’m twenty-four. Name’s Bailey Finch. Yeah, that’s a good name – it’s not just my actual name, but it also looks damn good in print. A good, solid protagonist name.
And the guy? There’s always a guy. I know you’re waiting for the guy.
Well, what to say: Tall? Check. Muscles? Sorta-check. Tattoos? Check. Wry grin and one of those devious smiles akin to Ian Somerhalder? Check and check. One-thousand checks.
His name is Elijah Mattox. He’s twenty-nine-years old. Favorite things that I’ve scrounged up so far include Asian-fusion cuisine, Single Malt Scotch, and perfecting his purposely-tousled hairstyle. He’s an actor, trying to break into main-stream, silver screen. Accolades and Oscars.
As for now, well – he’s only the most renowned Porn Star in the country. Over three-thousand scenes to-date. Yeah, no kidding.
And here I am, sitting at my desk, pen in-hand, trying to conjure up some questions to ask him that don’t consist of how many tits he’s seen and what his thoughts are on the real-to-saline ratio. How many times could he climax in one session? Was his relationship with sex boring now? What is sex like once you’ve made a career out of using your cock?
Was he worried that working in porn might affect his career as a mainstream actor? This isn’t some one-time Kardashian sex tape. Even though I’m sure he’s got one of those floating around somewhere. The guy has history.
Then again, I’ve never actually seen his stuff. Never been much into porn. Even the soft-core variety. I mean, I’ve done a few Google searches in my time. I technically know what a penis looks like. One time in fourth grade, me and my old best friend, Ginny Weirkowitz, looked up Two Girls One Cup, and refused to eat for the rest of the day. Whatever you do, don’t do it. Don’t Google it. My eyes went to hell.
But IRL, I’ve never seen the real thing. I’m a virgin. And I don’t say that to sound interesting, either: I’ve wanted to get laid more times than I could count. I have a vibrator, thank you very much. Have you ever used a Hitachi Magic Wand? Let me tell you…
I’ve just, you know, never had a real dick. I’ve never made love, had intercourse, fucked. Real hands, rough, desperate, passionate. Body-crushing. Mouth-on-mouth action. My only real kiss was Sophomore year of high school, on a dare, and that same guy ended up pouring an open container of spaghetti into my backpack after I reminded our Geometry teacher that he had forgotten to collect our homework.
I tapped my pen against the edge of my desk, glancing around the office: large windows, exposed brick walls, and blown-up copies of magazine covers from over the years, largely featuring notable men and women of the celebrity variety.
This was Come’s first porn star. Clever magazine name, I know. Come as in: welcome, enter. Come as in…orgasm.
We were known for our sex tips and relationship advice. That said, it’s been agreed upon that fucking in the shower just doesn’t really work. I’ve never fucked a guy before, and even I can tell you that I know for a fact, unless maybe you’ve got one of those shower-bath combos or a seat in your shower, it’s freaking impossible. I’d like to put out a request: if you’re a woman who has had mind-blowing shower-sex while standing up, please write to me.
I grinned unabashedly, outwardly, probably looking ridiculous. I hadn’t accomplished a lick of work in the past two hours. I couldn’t concentrate. I was hungry: one of those gripping, all-consuming, carb-salt-sugar craving hungers. I wanted a pretzel, doughnut, and Diet Coke, stat.
What do you ask a porn, star, though? What are the questions?
I don’t know, Bailey. Maybe treat him like a normal human male. Like a person. Like you.
I flushed at the thought. Like me, a virgin. A big-mouthed mope of a virgin, with brown hair that was frizzy on good days and unhinged on bad days. Shoulder-length. I wore loafers and slacks to work, button-downs with quirky designs. Today was yellow ducks. But Bailey Finch, as a whole, was painfully unquirky. I was a poser. Inauthentic. Maybe a little too self-deprecating. I was most authentic at home, in bed with my laptop, wearing a hooded sweatshirt, leggings, and cabin socks. The fluffier the socks, the better.
I wondered briefly what Elijah would think of me in comparison to the girls he’d been with on-screen. Did that even matter? No, of course not.
Still, I wondered. Maybe I should flat-iron my hair, or wear shoes with wedges. Lip-gloss vs. lip balm.
Procrastination: I typed out on the keyboard. Failure to concentrate. Here are some random facts: Scotland has 421 words for ‘snow’. Elephants are the only mammals that can’t jump. The first oranges weren’t actually orange. The most common name is Mohammed. Cats can hear ultrasound.  Children grow faster in the springtime. Karaoke means ’empty orchestra’ in Japanese.
Delete. Roll eyes. Sigh heavily.
As I sat there, staring at a blank Word document, my boss, Deborah – a tall, all-limbs woman, popped her head into my cubicle.
“How are the interview questions going?”
Her expression was vaguely fatigued despite remaining without a single crease or line; her face was elongated, elegant. She had the most delicate bird-face. Long, a pointed nose, elven cheek-bones. Her eyes, two silver buttons, were wide, perpetually surprised. Her foundation was light enough that I could still see the subtle, natural gloss of oil on her forehead. She was, all said, pretty in a pained sort of way. Her ash-blond hair was always styled as if she were ready to step out onto a runway. She wore Louis Vuitton stilettos and a tailored houndstooth-print suit.
“Excellent,” I lied. “I’m wrapping them up now, actually. I’ll email them to you in a minute.”
I’ll email them to you in a minute. Panic. My heart jumped. Why did I always do this? I was a people-pleaser to my core, and it always, always ended up biting me in the ass. I lived in constant pause-or-panic.
“Awesome,” she said, pleased. Her smile showed a bit of rose-pink lipstick on her front tooth. “Don’t feel the need to get too detailed with them. Let him lead the interview, if you can. He seems talkative enough in past interviews. He did a very informative interview with Cosmopolitan last fall – we want to go deeper than that. Deeper than male skincare, workout regimens and how to maintain an erection, at least.”
“Do you want me to confirm how many inches he is, exactly?” I inquired.
Deborah laughed.
“These are the imperative questions,” she said. “Yeah. If you can get his favorite lay, too, there’s a good one. Best orgasm story.”
“I doubt his best orgasm has been on-film,” I quipped. “I mean, three-thousand scenes. I’d be surprised if he wasn’t constantly sore. I wonder if dick-fatigue is a thing.”
“Then in a relationship! I don’t really care. I just want the details and we can Jane Doe or John Smith the rest.”
“Gotcha,” I nodded. “I’ll keep it professional. I’ll keep it sexy.”
While, of course, still focusing on the fact that he was now looking to step away from the Adult Industry. Maybe he wouldn’t want to talk about anything sexual. He possibly wouldn’t. Maybe he’d find it offensive – like a stain on his shirt that he was hoping nobody would notice, or an unruly cowlick.
Deborah scurried off in the direction of her next to-do, and I shook my head, a common mind-reset practice of mine. Like one of those Etch-A-Sketches.
Elijah Mattox, who are you, sir?

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Mya Oh is an author, mother, and amateur baker. Rated-XXX is her debut novel.

When not writing, she enjoys spending time exploring the woods of her rural town. She currently resides on the East Coast with her husband, two sons, and ginger tabby cat.

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Just the Tip by Kat Addams

Title: Just the Tip
Series: DTF (Dirty. Tough. Female.) #4
Author: Kat Addams
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Cover Design: Lori Jackson
Photo: Wander Aguiar
Models: Andrew & Ella
Release Date: August 18, 2020


DTF. Support your local girl gang!
These dirty, tough females were ready to go ALL. THE. WAY.

As an artist, I was used to getting creative and thinking outside the box. But this time, I might be in over my head.

Or head over heels …

I was ready for love. And the life of wedded bliss that was sure to follow. I just hadn’t found the one. Until I found myself doing the horizontal mambo in the backseat of my best friend’s car.

Aiden was the hottie Aussie who ran the famous Scarlett Herb restaurant. His shizzle sauce was the perfect condiment for the pink taco truck I worked.

I was positive we were just friends until one little plus sign turned our world upside down. I wanted forever, not a baby daddy.

Apparently, he hadn’t kept his shizzle sauce to himself.

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Kat Addams is a forever twenty-nine-year-old fashionista following her lifelong dream of writing contemporary romance inspired by the exotic men she meets in her worldly travels. At least, that’s what she would like for you to think. She’s certainly not a stay-at-home mom indulging in excessive daydreaming, frozen pizzas, an unhealthy addiction to purchasing pajamas, and one too many cocktails on the regular. That’s some other romance author. The poor thing probably has to sneak away upstairs to write her dirty stories! What would her family think? Thankfully, that’s not Kat!

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Under My Skin

Title: Under My Skin
Author: Jo-Anne Joseph
Genre: Dark Romance 
Release Date: Aug 13th 

Many know me,
yet none have seen my face.
I’m the topic of conversation,
but nobody knows my name.
I am a life thief.
A soul destroyer.
An invisible plague.
And still, you want to know me.
Because my darkness reminds you,
of the desires that lurk within you.

It was initially published as part of an anthology under the title Dark Desires.

For those who have read it, there is a new cover, bonus content and an extended Epilogue to look forward to.

If you haven’t you’re in for a treat.

Jo-Anne Joseph is a South African Author who writes fiction contemporary romance, psychological romance and romantic suspense. She has a flair for creating stories that are sweet and sassy, others riveting and suspenseful. Along with a passion for writing, she is an avid reader and enjoys painting and coloring. She also has a deep love for poetry and prose. Her lifelong love affair with words started at a young age and resulted in her debut novel Infinity published in September 2017. She has since published five other titles along with a poetry anthology, as well as contributed to two anthologies.
Her books are available on, Ibooks, Kobo, Barnes and Noble in ebook and paperback format. She has worked with an international publishing company on one of her anthologies. Bridge Books in Johannesburg and Maboneng carry her titles.
Jo-Anne is a business professional by day, she works in the field of corporate governance, and an Author by night. She also writes on a volunteer basis for on-line publications Still Standing Magazine and the website Glow in the Woods. Her articles have been republished in several newsletters.
She is eager to encourage the culture of reading in South Africa and show regular working woman and parents that it’s not impossible to follow the creative aspect of their dreams and goals. If you love something enough, you’ll make the time for it. 

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Cruel Seduction by Kelli Callahan

Title: Cruel Seduction
Series: Underground Kings #2
Author: Kelli Callahan
Genre: Dark Romantic Suspense
Cover Design: Silla Webb
Photo: Wander Aguiar
Model: Christoph L.
Release Date: August 21, 2020


I’ve heard blood is thicker than water, but those people must not have ever been stabbed in the back by their family.
At least water made rivers.
All blood did was stain.
My brother was a stain on my damn life.
No matter how hard I scrubbed, his betrayal was still there.
He set me up to take the fall on one of the biggest jobs we ever did together, and I did five years behind bars for fraud and money laundering.
I’m out of prison now, and I’m ready to turn the river red.
No one messes with me and gets away with it. I’m going to take everything that belongs to me.
Including her. His ex-wife that he kept under lock and key like an animal.
Last I heard, Gabriella Regio has the bite of a beast, and I can’t wait to set her free.

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I took a deep breath and clawed my fingers into the old worn wood of the counter. My body shook with anger. I wanted to bust through the glass and hold her, to tell her everything was going to be okay, but I couldn’t lie to her anymore. I had no idea if things would ever be okay again.
If she went back to my brother, Gabriella would be nothing but a ghost to me. I was haunted in many ways, and losing her would leave me in purgatory, where the doomed, broken, and dangerous were meant to be.
“Goodbye, Sebastian,” she sobbed my name and hung up the phone with a soft click as I stared at her. 

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Kelli writes hot and steamy romances with delicious alpha males who will not stop until they get the women they crave exactly where they want them. Kelli’s heroes are tough as nails, hot as sin, and underneath the rough exterior is a heart of gold begging to be unleashed. If you think you can tame them, you’re probably right, but it won’t be an easy journey.

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You Are My Reason by Willow Winters

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No one is perfect, but that’s how it felt to be in his arms.

You Are My Reason, the first in the not-to-be-miss, emotionally gripping romance in the You Are Mine duet by Wall Street Journal bestselling author Willow Winters is releasing August 11th, and we have the beautiful cover!


From USA Today bestselling author Willow Winters comes an emotionally gripping romance.

It’s been a long time since I’ve looked at a man and wanted something more. Even longer since one has looked at me with a gaze that I couldn’t tear my eyes from.

No one is perfect, but that’s how it felt to be in his arms. I started to think everything was going to be alright. That life had finally put the pieces of my broken heart back together.

Fate may have brought us together, it’s a pretty little thought my poetic mind had. But there’s no doubt that the sins of his past would tear us apart.

This story was previously published as Imperfect in 2017. It has been revised and elevated.


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Willow Winters is so happy to be a USA Today, Wall Street Journal and #1 Contemporary Best Selling Author!

Willow started writing after having her little girl, Evie, December 2015. All during her pregnancy with Evie she continued to read and she only wanted to read romance. She was reading a book a day — sometimes two.

In January 2016 Willow was staying up late with Evie and just thinking of all these stories. They came to her constantly so she finally sat down and just started writing. She always wanted to do it so she figured, why not? Today Willow cannot be happier for making that decision!

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