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Book Title: Huntsman: Fox Hollow Zodiac Book 1

Author: Morgan Brice

Cover Artist: Adrijus Guscia and Melissa Gilbert

Release Date: July 20, 2020

Genre/s: Urban fantasy MM paranormal romance

Trope/s: sexy shifters, hurt/comfort, second chance love,

sincere psychics, hot first responders, found family, and fated mates

Themes: learning to trust again, taking a chance on love, leaving the past behind,

moving past grief and loss, starting over, embracing your whole self

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 60 000 words/205 pages

It is the first book in the series

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A grieving wolf. A hunted fox.

Fated mates, thrown together by chance, and the looming threat of a fabled Huntsman who might tear them apart forever.

 

  Blurb A grieving wolf. A hunted fox. Fated mates, thrown together by chance, and the looming threat of a fabled Huntsman who might tear them apart forever. Fox shifter Liam Reynard is running from a killer. He uproots his life to find sanctuary in Fox Hollow, deep in the Adirondack Forest in New York. When his car breaks down, sexy wolf shifter Russ Lowe comes to the rescue, and one touch makes it clear they’re fated mates. Neither man was looking for love, and both are still mending from past heartbreak. When mysterious fires and disappearances threaten Fox Hollow, Liam fears the killer is hot on his trail. Can he protect the town and his fated mate from the evil hunting him, or will an ex-lover’s betrayal cost Liam everything he loves? Huntsman is full of sexy shifters, hurt/comfort, second chance love, sincere psychics, hot first responders, found family, and fated mates. Intended for readers 18 years of age or older.   Excerpt

Chapter One

Flashing lights broke Liam out of his gloomy thoughts. The tow truck headed toward him, then did a U-turn and pulled in front of Liam’s car, backing up until it was close enough to hook up the Honda.

The truck driver got out and walked toward Liam, who reluctantly got out of the car. Even though he had called for assistance and it was clear the stranger was a legitimate responder, Liam couldn’t help feeling jittery, with his hands sweating, and heart thumping.

Those reactions doubled when he got a good look at the driver.

Oh, just shoot me now. Fuck my life. Why did he have to be so fine?

In the glare of the truck’s spotlights, Liam made out all the important details. The man had broad shoulders, strong arms, powerful legs, and a solid chest, standing a good five inches or more over Liam’s five-foot-seven frame. Liam had thought he might be saved if the driver was ugly as sin, but he was out of luck. His face was as utterly lickable as the rest of him.

“You called for a tow? Mr. Reynard?”

Liam nodded.

“I’m Russell Lowe—everyone calls me Russ. I own Lowe’s Auto Shop in Fox Hollow, and tonight I’m your personal tow truck driver,” he said with a broad smile and dimples. The man’s sharp cheekbones, full lips, and strong chin were highlighted by dark brown scruff. Liam’s gaze traveled upward, surprised at gray hair flecked with brown framing a face that couldn’t be older than thirty-five. Green eyes made Liam wonder what kind of shifter Russ might be.

He swallowed hard and might have blushed when he realized Russ seemed to be checking him out too. No matter how attractive his roadside savior might be, Liam’d had enough man trouble to last an eternity, and he sure didn’t need more in a new town.

“Yes, I’m Liam Reynard. Just Liam,” he said, wishing he could conjure up the natural charm that had always served him well in community theater performances. His fox could be quite dramatic. But now, on the run, scared for his life, and in the dark with a stranger in the middle of nowhere, he couldn’t muster his usual flair.

“The engine started making strange noises, and I pulled off. I didn’t want to break anything.” Liam cringed because heknew next to nothing about cars. Admitting that takes points off my “man score,” doesn’t it? Then again, so does being a sports-hating, gay fox shifter twink.

Well, at thirty, I’d thought my twink days were behind me. But when he compared his own shorter, lithe, dancer build to the solid man-mountain in front of him? Yeah, twink still fits.

“I’m glad you stopped the car without waiting for the car to stop you.” Russ finally shifted his attention away from Liam and focused on the Civic. “Let’s get the tow set up, and then you can ride in the cab with me to Fox Hollow.”

 

 

About the Author

Morgan Brice is the romance pen name of bestselling author Gail Z. Martin. Morgan writes urban fantasy male/male paranormal romance, with plenty of action, adventure and supernatural thrills to go with the happily ever after. Gail writes epic fantasy and urban fantasy, and together with co-author hubby Larry N. Martin, steampunk and comedic horror, all of which have less romance, more explosions. Characters from her Gail books make frequent appearances in secondary roles in her Morgan books, and vice versa.

On the rare occasions Morgan isn’t writing, she’s either reading, cooking, or spoiling two very pampered dogs.

Series include Witchbane, Badlands, Treasure Trail, Kings of the Mountain and Fox Hollow. Watch for more in these series, plus new series coming soon!

 

 

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We Go Together

Title: We Go Together

Author: Abigail de Niverville

Publisher: NineStar Press

Release Date: August 10, 2020

Heat Level: 1 – No Sex

Pairing: Male/Female

Length: 62700

Genre: Contemporary YA, LGBTQIA+, contemporary, Canada, YA, bisexual, trans love interest, friendship, summer, beach, abuse, depression, grieving, family

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The beaches of Grand-Barachois had been Kat’s summer home for years. There, she created her own world with her “summer friends,” full of possibilities and free from expectation. But one summer, everything changed, and she ran from the life she’d created. Now seventeen and on the brink of attending college, Kat is full of regret. She’s broken a friendship beyond repair, and she’s dated possibly the worst person in the world. Six months after their break-up, he still haunts her nightmares. Confused and scared, she returns to Grand-Barachois to sort out her feelings. When she arrives, everything is different yet familiar. Some of her friends are right where she left them, while some are nowhere to be found. There are so many things they never got to do, so many words left unsaid. And then there’s Tristan. He wasn’t supposed to be there. He was just a guy from Kat’s youth orchestra days. When the two meet again, they become fast friends. Tristan has a few ideas to make this summer the best one yet. Together, they build a master list of all the things Kat and her friends wanted to do but never could. It’s finally time to live their wildest childhood dreams. But the past won’t let Kat go. And while this may be a summer to remember, there’s so much she wants to forget.

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We Go Together Abigail de Niverville © 2020 All Rights Reserved There was blood on my sheets. “Not again,” I sighed, pulling the covers off me. Right at the top of the covers was a smattering of reddish-brown smears, prominent and angry. I held my arm over my head and assessed the damage. The eczema that covered my inner arm burned bright against my pale, freckled skin. A few sores had broken, but no trace of blood. I lifted the other arm to check. The back of my hand was also flaring up, the knuckles bursting open. “Goddamn,” I moaned, pressing my broken knuckle to my lips. Kissing wouldn’t make it better, but at least it was something. Months ago, my skin had been smooth and cold to the touch. Now, it was red, dry, and hot. All because one thing in my life had changed. Skin was so weird. One big thing. But still. One thing. I dragged myself out of bed and pulled the sheet off the mattress. This needed some serious stain removal. No dabs of water with a washcloth could save this mess. I passed a brush through my hair, working out the knots, from the top of my head to the tips. I never brushed it back. I never put it up. Not anymore. The box of hair accessories stayed closed on the top of my dresser, the bows I’d collected over the years forgotten. They had to go. But parting with them proved difficult. Every time I tried, I’d remember where they came from. Some were gifts, some were bought on significant days, some I’d worn on nights that held meaning. They all mattered to me in some capacity. Not enough for me to wear them without question, but enough that I’d hesitated whenever I tried to throw them in a donation bag. The hair bows weren’t me. They used to be. I used to love vintage dresses and paper bag curls tied in a bow. Used to get all dressed up in blouses with lace and frills. It was my thing, the ultra-girly retro aesthetic. But since Christmas, wearing those clothes hadn’t given me the same joy it used to. The bows became young and kiddish, the clothes a caricature. I was trapped between two versions of myself, and I didn’t know how to cross over from one to the next. I didn’t know how. The bedroom door creaked open as I stepped into the hall, the smooth, painted wooden floorboards cool on my feet. Kay always left the stair window open, though nights were cold in Grand-Barachois. She said the air was good for us, and there was something refreshing about waking up in a chilled room. The bathroom window had also been left open, and I went to it to lower the pane. Below, the water from the bay lapped on the beach. The cool air sifted into the small bathroom and hit my face. I pushed the pane down so it was only open a crack and moved to turn on the water at the tub. I opened the cupboard below the sink, grabbed the box of baking soda, and shook some in, not bothering to measure the amount. When a small mound formed under the water, I considered that a success. Swishing my hand back and forth, I watched it dissolve and cloud the water. This was my morning routine. Somewhere in the midst of all this, I usually cried. It was hard to not, to let it all go. The love I’d had for him still lingered, but a hurt did too. An abandonment. And something else I couldn’t name yet, something that drove me to tears every day. You need to move on. My friend Gianna had told me that a few weeks ago, done with my pity party, with my lack of interest. Done trying to make me feel better. So, she snapped. And who was I? What right did I have to be this upset, this…whatever? Gianna had had her heart broken three times. She had mastered the art of steeling herself, of being strong in the face of heartbreak. I was crying over a first love because I was naive enough to think we’d be together forever. For the record, I never thought that. I was crying because it hurt so much to be left the way Aaron had left me. Like I was nothing, and I didn’t matter. I was crying because he’d been nearly my first everything, and it had all happened the way he wanted it to. I was crying because… Now, I was actually crying. I slipped into the tub, holding my breath, as though that’d stop the tears. I splashed my face with water, rubbed it into my eyes. A melody hung in the air above me as I cried, the words repeating in my head over and over. How did I end up here? If you cried in the tub, were you really crying? Or was it water in your eyes? Or leftover soap on your hands making the tears well up? If you cried in the tub, the water swallowed your tears. Like they were never there at all.

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Abigail de Niverville is an author and composer based in Toronto, Canada. Born on the East Coast of Canada, Abigail draws inspiration from her experiences growing up there. When she’s not writing frantically, she also composes music and holds an M.Mus from the University of Toronto.

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Off Balance

Title: Off Balance

Author: L.E. Royal

Publisher: NineStar Press

Release Date: August 10, 2020

Heat Level: 3 – Some Sex

Pairing: F/NB

Length: 64900

Genre: Contemporary, NineStar Press, LGBTQIA+, Romance, contemporary, family-drama, lesbian, nonbinary, older/younger, disability, cerebral palsy, single mother, custody battle

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When she lands her dream job, Maya Scott thinks her luck may finally be about to change. Eager to prove herself a successful adult and win back custody of her young daughter, Maya is determined to excel at the Mars Fund. Her new boss, New York’s notorious ice queen, Elena Mars, could prove difficult to please. Their relationship gets off to a rocky start and Maya learns from her coworkers, some who love her while others loathe her, that Elena has Cerebral palsy. Embarrassed by her assumptions, Maya avoids Elena until the appearance of her Elena’s young daughter at the office opens a line of communication and provides some common ground. A tentative connection blossoms between them and Maya realizes there is much more to Elena than the outward appearance. Between the complexities of learning about disability and navigating the distance between them in age and wealth, they find that what matters in the end is the family we choose.

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Off Balance L.E Royal© 2020 All Rights Reserved Hot coffee soaked the sleeve of her shirt. The elevator was packed tight as they ascended the staggering height of the office building. The shining chrome of The Mars Fund sign greeted Maya. She stumbled into the lobby, finally catching her breath and then losing it again when she looked at the opulent marble clock on the wall. She was late. Blonde hair billowing out behind her, she burst into the office space, cheeks beginning to flame as all the eyes in the room turned to her and her urgent entrance. “Maya, you made it!” Margaret, the overly friendly lady with the pixie cut and cardigan who had interviewed her for the position, called to her. “I am so sorry. The bus was late and there was a huge line for the elevator.” Margaret was already waving off her explanation as she led her over to the desk she had inhabited the previous day, today being her second as a project coordinator at the Mars Fund. “We’re all still working on the preliminaries for the winter benefit,” Margaret explained. Maya nodded as she hurriedly stripped out of her leather jacket, grateful as ever for the relaxed dress code. She plopped down into her swivel chair, tight jeans and a thin black T-shirt clinging to her body. She rushed to turn on her computer. “Miss Mars is back at work today.” Maya looked up. She studied Margaret as she offered her a noticeably tentative smile with the words. “It’s probably best if you just stay out of her way while you’re getting the hang of things. I imagine she’ll be busy in her office all day, anyway, catching up from yesterday.” With a pat on her shoulder Margaret was gone before she could reply, and finally, she was free to take a breath and let some of the stress from her hectic journey to work leave her. She needed this job; she could not afford to mess up. Once she’d logged into her computer, she went back to the list of attendees she’d received and continued to work on emailing each of them to inform them of the benefit event the Mars Fund was planning for late in the year. “Glad to see you made it, love.” A male voice interrupted her, and she threw a quick smile to Kevin, her neighbor to the left, who seemed to be reclining in his chair doing very minimal work as he had done most of the day before. “Better watch yourself now, Scott. The evil old boss lady is back, and she’ll eat a pretty little thing like you all up, given half a chance.” At first, she had been glad for Kevin, a seemingly instant friend, but as yesterday had worn on, and he leaned over toward her again, he was starting to irk her. “Looks like you’re going to be on her hit list, too, if you don’t get back to work,” she told him. Seeming to take the hint, he tipped his head in silent concurrence and turned back to his own screen. Getting lost in a blur of names and emails, she tried not to think too much about her boss. The woman was a bitch—that was the impression she’d received from the moment she stepped foot in the building. In her interview Margaret had been sweet, a little nosy but warm and welcoming, yet even she had clammed up when talking about the elusive Miss Mars. The mood yesterday was jovial. Kathryn had perched on the edge of her desk for a good half an hour, and Maya was surprised to find she liked her as well as Dave and Graham, who had both welcomed her to TMF too. Today, the atmosphere was positively somber in comparison. The office was silent save for Kathryn talking softly into her phone and the click of keyboards. The presence of their boss hovering ominously over them all was palpable. Another hour bled away, and she was pleased with the progress she was making on her list. Clicking out of her email program and back to her spreadsheet, she scanned down until she reached the next name. Robert Holt. Her blood turned to ice in her veins, and without thinking, she closed the window and shot up out of her seat. Heading for the restroom, she tried unsuccessfully to steady her ragged breathing. She burst through the door, let it swing closed behind her, and leaned back against the cool wood, shutting her eyes. Her heart was hammering, a frantic staccato she fought to get under control. I can’t let him ruin this for me, again. The shock of seeing that name, of having it touch even this, taint it so soon, sent panic spilling through her, choking her and making it hard to breathe. She opened her eyes at the sound of a toilet flushing and watched a woman step out of the stall. Jarred completely from her panic by the surprise of not being alone, her mood dissolved into a shy sort of embarrassment because this woman was gorgeous. The stranger’s dark eyes nailed her to the door, and even glaring daggers in her direction, Maya couldn’t help but think she was beautiful and probably ten years older than herself. Thick mahogany hair hung down to her shoulders; she had smooth caramel skin and dark expressive eyes. A beat passed between them, too fast and too slow, and Maya pushed off the door, meaning to introduce herself. When the woman moved forward, her shoulders rocked back and forth, her hands clenched and jumped by her sides, and oddly enough she looked like she was dancing. “I—um, having a good day?” Not her greatest entrance, she could admit. The woman’s stoic expression was completely at odds with the jovial movement of her body, and Maya smiled tentatively at her, wondering if perhaps she was drunk or high. She gripped the porcelain of the sink with tan fingers and seemed to steady herself some. As she turned to fully face Maya her head bobbed slightly, sending her hair dancing around her face. She was undeniably beautiful and odd. “Do I look like I’m having a wonderful day?” The words were pure venom, dripping disdain, a dark fire blazing in her eyes, and all the levity left the room. Maya’s brain grappled to put together the pieces: the slight tremor in her frame, the occasional rock of her hips, and the way her fingers bounced lightly on the edge of the sink. “Are you drunk?” And apparently today her brain to mouth filter was completely broken. Crap. The woman advanced on her at an alarming pace, stiletto heels ringing out her steps, one, two, three, until Maya was back against the door and staring down one hundred and twenty pounds of furious Latina in a business suit. “Do you need help?” She tried again weakly, still not grasping what was happening, still reeling from the name on the list and the turbulence of this rapidly spiraling encounter. “What I need is for you to tell me who the hell you are?” Maya swallowed thickly. The woman was close enough that her breath was soft on her cheek, and she definitely didn’t smell like she just came from the bar. Her perfume was light, pleasant, and smelled expensive. “My name is Maya Scott. I’m a project coordinator for the Mars Fund… I—um, who are you?” The woman sneered, and God, anything that terrifying should not also be that sexy. Her head still rocked every so often, her shoulders jumping occasionally, something slightly off in the way she spoke. Her eyes darkened as if irritated by her own movements. “Elena Mars. I do believe I’m your boss, Miss Scott.” Her stomach dropped into her shoes, and Maya wondered momentarily if she was about to pitch forward and puke all over Elena Mars’s expensive black patent Louboutins. She could not lose this job, and things were off to a less than wonderful start if this woman was her boss. “I’m sorry, ma’am. I just—” “Enough,” Elena snapped, silencing her. Maya had never felt more underdressed, her messy blonde curls hanging over her shoulders and her plain black shirt wilting next to Elena’s perfectly tailored, crisp dress-and-blazer ensemble. “I do not care who put you up to this.” The final word was slurred slightly as Elena’s mouth seemed to jerk sideways against her will. Even beneath her tan complexion, her cheeks colored slightly in response, and her eyes turned steely. “While you’re in my employ, you will respect me. Is that clear?” The words had something oddly toneless to them, and she rocked on the spot as she spoke. Maya nodded frantically, desperate to apologize, to somehow find a way to explain. “Return to your desk and have Margaret show you the employee bathroom. This one is mine, exclusively.” “I’m so sorry. I just—” “Leave.” Elena took one shaky step back, teetering on her heels so badly that Maya almost reached out to steady her. Thinking better of it, she turned and quickly yanked open the door. She rushed back out into the hallway and headed for the office, her cheeks burning, dread clawing at her throat. She needed this job. “So, you met the evil bitch then?” Kevin’s eyes were back on her before she had even sat down at her desk. “We did try to warn you, but you ran out of here so fast I suppose you didn’t hear. Too much coffee?” She offered him a weak smile and then scrubbed her eyes with the heels of her hands, attempting to shake off the mortification shrouding her. Her heartbeat was loud in her ears, and she was busy trying to breathe, to breathe around and through and over Robert Holt and Elena Mars and all the ways she might have ruined this for herself before it could really even start. “Don’t worry about it, love. She gets her kicks making us feel like shit. She’s probably in her office downing half a bottle of whiskey and watching those Spanish sitcoms while we’re all out here running the gig. Everyone knows she only has the job because Mommy owns the foundation.” Maya opened her mouth, trying to assimilate the information into her already clamoring brain while formulating a way to politely ask what the hell the nationality of the sitcom had to do with anything when Margaret appeared. “Kevin, that’s not true and you know it. Elena can be…difficult, but she works really hard for the foundation.” “When she’s wasted.” He muttered the words under his breath, causing Margaret to tut and perch on Maya’s desk, blocking him from her view. “Maya, Elena has a…medical problem, cerebral palsy. That’s why she sometimes makes strange gestures and odd movements and can’t seem to sit still. She’s not drunk, so please don’t listen to Kevin.” Maya’s heart plummeted into her stomach, and she felt like such a fool. “She is strict, and she can be difficult to work for, but I’ve worked with her for four years and known her much longer, and some of the events she’s pulled off and all the money she has raised, it’s amazing,” Margaret continued. “She’s helped an awful lot of kids.” Pieces fell into place with a horrible click. No wonder Elena had been so defensive and seemed embarrassed, though Maya had no way of knowing she had a disability. She wished silently that Elena would simply have explained it, rather than reacting like she had, though her own ignorance and lack of thought before she spoke bothered her the most. “I had no idea…” Margaret patted her shoulder kindly. “She’s very abrupt and can come off a little stern.” A scoff from Kevin punctuated the statement, and Margaret paused to glare over her shoulder at him before she turned back and offered Maya a reassuring smile. “Elena values people who work hard and add something to the foundation. Just continue to do your best and I’m sure you’ll have nothing to worry about.” Even as her supervisor walked away, Maya struggled to find comfort in the words. She reached behind her into her jacket pocket to pull out her phone. She hit the home button and lit up her lock screen. A little girl with long blonde curls and emerald-green eyes like her own smiled back at her. She could do this. She needed this job, and she was not going to let Elena Mars take it from her.

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L.E. Royal is a British born fiction writer, living in Texas. She enjoys dark but redeemable characters, and twisted themes. Though she is a fan of happy endings, she would describe most of her work as fractured romance. When she is not writing, she is pursuing her dreams with her multi-champion Arabian show horses, or hanging out with her wife at their small ranch/accidental cat sanctuary.

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Exposed

Exposed by H.L Day

Cover created by: Jay Aheer of Simply Defined Art

Release Date: 24th August 2020

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Romance ~ Thriller/Suspense ~ Science Fiction

Sometimes salvation comes from the most unlikely hero. When Tate Gillespie is marked for death for a crime he didn’t commit, his life crumbles. In a world where ‘justice’ is meted out by a relentless military force, he’s going to need more than a mythical guardian angel. His life down to seconds, he’s saved by the mysterious X, a knife-wielding man he’s never even met before. But who is X? Is he the man who threatens and kills without a second thought? Or the strangely gentle man who only seems to act that way around Tate? X is a shadow. A wraith. A man who flits through the city virtually unseen. He’s got no time for people when knives are far more reliable. X does have one weakness though—the man he’s been keeping safe for years who doesn’t even know it. He’d burn the whole world to keep him alive. But what he won’t do is stake his claim. Tate’s not his and he needs to remember that, no matter how close they might become. With the military in hot pursuit, they’re going to need to rely on X’s skills to keep them both alive. Tate’s feelings are growing with every hour they spend together, but X is a tough nut to crack. Can two people from very different backgrounds really find common ground? Or will one of the many perils they face throughout their long journey drive them apart? It’s all about survival. Not love. Isn’t it?

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I turned in a slow circle, my gaze raking across every nook and cranny in order to try and find out more about my mysterious… friend? Was he a friend? He’d saved my life. There was no disputing the fact. But what that made him, I wasn’t too sure. Did he want something from me? If so, what? I didn’t have anything to give him. I had some money in the bank, but nowhere near enough to make putting himself on the wrong side of the MPG worthwhile. I needed to start demanding answers from him. Stepping back, my foot brushed something against the wall. I glanced down, expecting to see something innocuous like a rug, although my previous thoughts about soft furnishings should have told me that that wasn’t possible. In the circumstances, the scream that escaped from my throat was unavoidable. I’d barely started though, before a rough hand clamped over my mouth and stopped in its tracks. It held fast as I automatically struggled against the pressure. A hand fastened across my chest, pulling me flush against his body so that we were pressed together. Again. The only difference this time was that my back was to his front. Lips hovered by my ear. “Shhhh… we might be underground but there are vents. If you scream, someone might hear. Nod if you understand.” Despite the surge of panic still turning my blood to fire, I managed a shaky nod, the hand fastened over my mouth shifting with the motion. More words were spoken directly into my ear. “I’m going to let go now. Promise you won’t scream.” I gave another nod, the fingers covering my mouth slowly loosening as X stepped away. My gaze immediately returned to the floor, nausea bubbling away inside me. “There’s a dead body in your house.” X’s gaze followed mine, raking the prone figure in an unconcerned fashion. “I’m aware of that fact.” “He doesn’t have a head.” For a second, the corner of X’s mouth twitched as if he might have been considering a smile. If so, it was a pretty strange thing to find amusing. “That happens when you trespass on someone’s property.” It all clicked into place. The tripwire. The shotgun. The corpse with the missing head. It still didn’t make it normal though. “And you just left him here?” X tilted his head to the side. “He wasn’t really up for going for a walk.” No matter how much I tried not to look at the body, my eyes kept straying back to it. Given the MPG’s brand of justice, I was used to death. But death by laser gun left nothing but a pile of ash. I wasn’t used to seeing bodies with nothing but a ragged stump of flesh where their head used to be. There was a sweet, cloying smell coming from it as well. Only faint, but it was still there. X walked over to what passed as a sofa, sweeping a covering from it and laying it over the corpse. “Better?” “Yes.” It was better. At least I could stop looking at it now. I forced myself to walk away from it until I was in the middle of the room. But when my eyes strayed over to the bed in the corner, I almost wished I still had the corpse to stare at. It suddenly struck me that I was trapped. I didn’t know how to deactivate the trip-wire myself so I’d just walked willingly into a place where I couldn’t leave. What if X’s intentions were simple? Abduct someone who wouldn’t be missed. He could keep me as some sort of sex slave. Chain me to the bed and do whatever he wanted to me. The real question though was why that thought wasn’t as repugnant as it should have been.

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H.L Day juggles teaching and writing. As an avid reader, she decided to give writing a go one day and the rest is History. Her superpower is most definitely procrastination. Every now and again, she musters enough self-discipline to actually get some words onto paper—sometimes they even make sense and are in the right order. She enjoys writing far too many different sub genres to stick to one thing so writes everything from rom-coms to post-apocalyptic sci-fi.
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Daddy’s Little Wild One By Olivia Fox

 

Title: Daddy’s Little Wild One Author: Olivia Fox Genre: Romantic Erotica (Contemporary Romance on Amazon) Release Date: July 17, 2020 Cover Designer: Allysa Hart, AllyCat’s Creations Hosted by: Buoni Amici Press, LLC.

I’ll keep her safe.

I’ll chase away the demons that left scars on her body and mind.

♥ I’ll teach her what it means to be mine, one lesson at a time. ♥

The first time she obeys my command, I let her know what a good girl she is. Only, this clever, wounded young woman doesn’t believe she deserves me as her protector and runs away to the very place I’ll never find. I can’t save her from the monsters in her mind, or the very real ones trying to find my baby girl in her isolated hideaway in the woods, if she won’t accept me as her guardian.

What I do know is, once I find her again, I’m never going to stop feeding my addiction for her. She’s mine, my body burns for her, and I’m not giving up until she understands she’s bound to me forever.

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I live on the real life Lost Coast of California, off the grid, on 80 acres with a view to the Pacific Ocean. The location is designated a “frontier territory” and provides lots of writerly inspiration for heroes in the form of cowboys, rugged business owners and old fashioned gentlemen. *Sigh*

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The Two Halves Of My Heart

   

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The Two Halves of my Heart by Rachel De Lune.

Genre: N/A contemporary romance. Friends-to-Lovers Standalone

 

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When I was seven years old, I met Maddison, the love of my life. And a minute later, I met Oliver who stole my heart and kept it. Forever.

Loving both of them, giving them each a piece of my heart, was easy at that age.

Maddison made me brave, and Oliver kept me safe.

But then we grew up, and loving both of them was wrong. How was I supposed to choose between my best friends? I couldn’t, and worse, I didn’t. And, that was the beginning of the end. It fractured us in ways we couldn’t imagine and pushed one of us to make a choice that would change the course of all of our lives.

But could we all live with the consequences?

Three friends.

Two brothers.

One romance. One love story.

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MEET RACHEL DE LUNE

Author bio: Rachel De Lune writes emotionally driven contemporary romance.

She began scribbling her stories in the pages of a notebook several years ago and still can’t resist putting pen to real paper. What ifs are turned into heartfelt stories of love where there will always be a HEA.

Rachel lives in the South West of England and daydreams about shoes with red soles, lingerie and chocolate. If she’s not writing HEAs, she’s probably reading them. She is a wife and has a beautiful daughter.

For every woman who’s ever desired more.

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Deadly Drama by Jody Holford

Deadly Drama

by Jody Holford Publication Date: August 4, 2020 Genres: Adult, Cozy Mystery

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Newspaper editor and amateur sleuth Molly Owens takes center stage when it’s curtains for a theater director . . . Living in the beautiful coastal town of Britton Bay, Oregon, seems like the perfect fit for Molly. She enjoys her work as editor-in-chief of the Britton Bay Bulletin, loves her boyfriend Sam, and feels at home in the adorable cottage in the back of his mother’s bed and breakfast. This spring Britton Bay is staging its first-ever community theater production. The show—featuring local residents—is the talk of the town, but tongues are really wagging over the director. But former soap opera actress Magnolia Sweet is anything but; nothing’s worse than a has-been on a power trip, and steely Magnolia chews out her amateur cast like she used to chew scenery. Still, it’s a shock to all when she’s found murdered in the theater. Now it’s open call for suspects, as Molly steps in to direct and shine a spotlight on a killer waiting in the wings. But will this be her final act?

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About Jody Holford

I’m a mom and wife first and many things after. I’m a best friend and a regular friend. A daughter, sister, auntie, and a teacher. I am a book lover, a shopper, a pajama-wearer, movie-watcher, worrier, over-thinker, and a wanna-be-good-Samaritan. I’m a Gemini, a nervous talker, and an emotional writer. I am represented by Frances Black of Literary Counsel. Visit my website or subscribe to my newsletter for updates!

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The Black Angel Book Legend Vols 1-8 by Hope Irving

Series: The Black Angel Book Legend Series
Author: Hope Irving
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Dates: 
Vol 1 → September 1, 2020
Vol 2 → September 15, 2020
Vol 3 → September 29, 2020
Vol 4 → October 13, 2020
Vol 5 → October 27, 2020
Vol 6 → November 10, 2020
Vol 7 → November 24, 2020
Vol 8 → December 8, 2020
Only a madman would put a monk and a witch together. That was then, in 9th century Ireland. When the head of The Abhayam employed my calligraphy skills to craft a book of spells that only Deirdre could master, the Black Angel Book was born. Its coveted secrets sealed our fate. To save us, she cast a spell that would endure the ages. She can’t remember. I’ll never forget. Fallen from grace, our souls wander from one life to the next until we recognize each other. Again.
This is now, in a free-spirited part of Cape Cod. I’m a mere shell of the man that once fought for the woman he loved. I don’t know what she looks like, but her soul yearns for mine. My faceless soulmate has haunted my dreams for so long that when she shows up at my summer seminar, I hesitate. She has no idea the danger she’s in. She has no idea the lengths I’ll go to in order to keep her safe. She has no idea the magic I inherited is both a gift and a curse. If I can rekindle her memory, she’ll regain her power, and together, we can make this legend a reality.
For eternity.
Only a stupid girl would question the summer obsession who helped her to feel again. Afraid of exposing her wounded heart to the wrong person, again. Afraid of risking everything for the wrong reasons. Afraid of admitting that her rational mind has been wrong all along.
Urban legend. Magical book. Destined soulmates. These make no more sense than my uncontrollable attraction to my teacher. Am I wrong to overthink my relationship with a man whose secrets threaten my sanity?
And just when I thought all hope was gone, a fun, hot, and willing knight in shining armor saves the day. 
I never expected to be torn between two very different men. I never expected to follow my body’s lead. I never expected this summer in Cape Cod to be a game changer. Ever.
Only a heartless monster would disregard his sudden misfortune and continue to follow this path. The summer’s gone and so is the long-lost soulmate that he let slip through his talented fingers. 
Perhaps my eerie secrets shouldn’t have stopped me the first time around. After all, the calligrapher-monk and his witch lover found a way, so why not us? 
I’ve already overcome so many obstacles. I’ll do anything in my power to get her back. I fear nothing. Not the distance that I voluntarily put between us. Not the rival that she intentionally put in my way. Not the time that we’re unfortunately wasting. 
She’s been offered a new life in New York, but that won’t stop me from showing her that appearances can be deceiving.
We may be apart for now, but our attraction is meant to be, so we’re inevitable. Right?
Only an ungrateful bastard would refuse to thank his lucky stars. Lucky that he fell into the lap of one of the most prominent members of The Abhayam. Lucky that his skills landed him a well-deserved life in New York. Lucky that he accidentally unearthed the person his organization has hunted for centuries.
Until my luck ran out when my first Thanksgiving party turned into a disaster.
The star-crossed lovers should have been punished long ago; the ones who host their souls need to pay. Nothing can stop me. Not them. Not my supposed father who taught me well. Not the serial killer and his ridiculous trademark bouquet. His threat to the lives of my fellow solders must be handled. I’ll show no mercy. I’m ready to up my game, prove myself, and figure out how to master the Black Angel Book’s ultimate spell. Once and for all.
Only a devoted monk would deny forbidden feelings that conflict with the God he serves. He would not obsess over a woman. He would not seduce. He would not reveal unbelievable truths.
Good thing I’m not that monk anymore, although I do host his bewitched soul. Oddly enough, my best friend and my stubborn girl become suddenly inseparable on a Parisian trip that proves fruitful. They help each other cope with a painful reality. She helps him evolve into a better person without realizing it. He helps her jumpstart her memory, opening her eyes to lies that she formerly embraced.
Thanks to an extra push from a dreamcatcher, her true nature is strengthening gradually, making my rightful claim clear. Nonnegotiable.
Only a rookie witch would attempt to turn her dreams into reality. Like training in secret to push the boundaries of her gifts. Like causing the man of her dreams to appear out of thin air. Like making traitors pay for their misdeeds.
The dreamcatcher has opened my mind to a new reality that my rational side would never have suspected. As for my awakening gifts, some would call them a miracle. Others would call them a curse. I’m undecided.
Interpretation of good and bad is a simple matter of where you stand. I stand tall. I stand proud. I stand happy. So, for your own good, you’d better not stand in my way! Got it?
Only an unusual cat would know that having multiple lives is no a myth. Myths are meant to be read about, not experienced. Myths are filled with boundless hope and insane dreams. Myths are what spur believers forward.
Well, believe me, plenty of myths are part of your reality. Witchcraft. Spells. Warlocks. This was my reality, once upon a time, until I was trapped within a foreign body centuries ago., I’ve learned to tinker with my magic until I find the right people… And I think I just did. The many lives I’ve lived and the vast knowledge I’ve gained will pay off. At last.
Only the darkest soul would seek limitless power. Revenge. War. Cast the spell of eternity. Centuries later, it’s time to play again. Some pawns changed. Some remained. Others are back from the past. Now is the time to pick a side…
As life throws me curveballs, I struggle with my choices. Owning my forgotten gifts taught me that I was a queen, indeed… but which kind?
My journey proved that the infamous urban legend was truer—and closer to home— than I’d ever anticipated. I cannot allow the Black Angel Book to fall into the wrong hands. If an ancient spell between star-crossed lovers defines my present, I’ll learn to master it so I can shape my future with the man I love. Forever… or not.
Hope Irving lives in Paris, France, with her supportive husband and creative teenage
daughter. The French indie author spent a couple of years in Texas, where she earned her MBA. With many friends, relatives, and readers in the States, the US has a big place in her heart. Although French is her mother tongue, she chose to write her novels in English because it simply feels right for her characters.
Hope’s suspenseful and complex love stories are modern fairytales that feature an unconventional Prince Charming and a headstrong heroine. A natural introvert, she enjoys tormenting her flawed characters with a hint of darkness and sometimes magical elements. Still, her heart melts when love conquers all.
Her work has been described as “genre-defying,” “refreshingly unique,” and “an intriguing rollercoaster read.”
Learn more about Hope’s life in Paris, her love of multi-layered, swoon-worthy heroes that don’t play by the rules, and her book-loving world on her website. To keep up with all the latest, follow Hope on social media or join Hope’s mailing list for exclusive book information and great deals.
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Drive Me Wild by Melanie Harlow

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Sometimes, love is just an accident waiting to happen.

Drive Me Wild, an all-new sexy, opposites-attract romance about finding love when you least expect it by USA Today bestselling author Melanie Harlow is releasing August 24th, and we have the smoking hot cover!

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When Blair Beaufort literally crashes into Bellamy Creek wearing a ball gown and a tiara, I should have towed her car, said goodnight, and sent her packing.

I’m a mechanic, not a hotel manager. I’ve got enough on my plate trying to keep my shop from going under, my overbearing mother off my back, and my baseball team in contention for the league championship. I don’t have time for a former debutante with zero street smarts and a cash flow problem, even if she is crazy beautiful.

Problem is, she’s stranded in my small town, and I’m hiding a protective streak underneath my broody exterior that runs deep. So I offer her a place to stay and keep my hands to myself.

For exactly one night.

If only she weren’t so gorgeous. So funny. So eager to please. She’s a disaster behind the wheel, but she drives me wild without even trying–at work, at home, in the back of my truck . . . I can’t get enough of the way she makes me feel.

But I know better than to think it can last. She wants a fairy tale, and I’m no prince.

So when it comes time for her to leave, there’s nothing I can do but let her go.

No matter how much it hurts to say goodbye.

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Chapter One

Griffin

A watched pot never boils, but a watched mechanic will.

I don’t remember how old I was when I first heard my dad say it, but damn if he wasn’t right. There was nothing worse than a hoverer, and old man Dodson was a serial offender.

“Are you sure you need to hit that so hard?”

Clench jaw. Count to three. “Yes.”

“Is that really the right way to do it?”

Take a breath. Don’t throw things. “Yes.”

“Are you going to be done soon?”

Not if you keep standing there asking me stupid questions.

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About Melanie Harlow Headshot Color USA Today bestselling author Melanie Harlow likes her martinis dry, her heels high, and her history with the naughty bits left in. When she’s not writing or reading, she gets her kicks from TV series like Schitt’s Creek, Homeland, and Fleabag. She occasionally runs three miles, but only so she can have more gin and steak.

Melanie is the author of the CLOVERLEIGH FARMS series, the ONE & ONLY series, AFTER WE FALL series, the HAPPY CRAZY LOVE series, the FRENCHED series, and the sexy historical SPEAK EASY duet, set in the 1920s. She lifts her glass to romance readers and writers from her home near Detroit, MI, where she lives with her husband, two daughters, and pet rabbit.

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