❄️𝐂𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐚𝐥❄️ 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘚𝘬𝘺𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨? #𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 → https://amzn.to/3lQQspE 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁: For her twenty-sixth birthday, Skylar gets a psychic reading as a present from her mother. Although she is skeptical, she decides to actually go ahead with it. When the woman manages to touch on things Skylar hasn’t even admitted to herself and gives her some strange advice, Skylar leaves not knowing how to feel. But when part of the psychic’s premonitions come true, her world is turned upside down. Since his wife died two years ago, Carter’s entire world has centered around his daughter Everly. At this point in his life, he’s not sure he’ll ever be able to move on. And then a blonde with curly hair and emerald eyes waltzes into his life and awakens desires he thought no longer existed. Neither Skylar nor Carter are prepared for what fate has in store for them, yet the pull toward one another is undeniable. But when a simple gift causes a horrible misunderstanding, Carter pulls back out of fear the scars on his heart still cut too deep. Is happily ever after still in the cards for them? #contemporaryromance #mustread #coverreveal @author.ek.woodcock @literary_designs
Date Published: October 21, 2020
Publisher: RedBird Books
He’s tired of running. She’s looking for an escape. Can they find a home together?
Joshua Canfield spent the last year hiding from killers. He’s done things he can never confess, especially not to the loved ones he was protecting. All he wants now is to reunite with his family and live a peaceful life.
Lila Grainger has one goal in life. To earn enough money to leave Providence Island and a family with no regard for the law far behind. She never expected to meet someone like Joshua. He’s the finest man she’s ever known, and he sees her as a woman, not as a Grainger. But she can’t expect him to leave his family to follow her.
Neither of them knows that a new threat lingers on Providence Island. One that puts Lila in danger and could expose Joshua’s past.
About the Author
Dianna Wilkes is an award winning mystery romance author, known for the Providence Island mystery series.
Reading has always been an important part of her life. “I learned to read when I was four years old. Writing my own stories seemed a natural progression.”
Dianna holds a B.A.in Visual Communication and a M.Ed.in Instructional Technology. She worked as an Education Consultant for a medical technology company before leaving the corporate world. Despite all that nerdy stuff, she loves creating stories of romance and mystery with touches of humor.
When she isn’t writing, Dianna is deep in researching various branches and twigs on her family tree or fulfilling entries on her travel bucket list.
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Date Published: November 20, 2020
He’ll pay any price to win her. But her artist’s heart is not for sale.
Raised in a squalid factory, Evan Tagget has battled his way to the top. Now a multi-millionaire, he runs a global empire of telecommunication devices, mechanical dragons, and clockwork gadgets. Evan can buy anything he wants. Except the love of the brazen artist who barges into his life.
Violet Dayton has made her living painting forgeries, scrimping and saving toward her true passion: a grand Paris art exhibition to display her work and the art of the friends who have always looked out for her. But a corrupt police inspector knows her secrets, and the only way to escape his clutches is to track down the master art thief plaguing museums across Europe.
With the aid of Evan’s money and connections, Violet knows she can catch her thief, but she hadn’t counted on her powerful attraction to the arrogant millionaire, or the complex, passionate layers beneath his cool exterior. With enemies everywhere, she’ll have to trust Evan with her life. Her heart, though, she guards closely. And the only way he’ll ever win her is to prove he knows the true value of love.
“I have a proposition for you, Mr. Tagget.”
His neatly trimmed eyebrows twitched. “Excellent!”
Ack, that smug smile. The man was too handsome for his own good, and he knew it. Vi didn’t know whether she’d rather kiss that mouth or punch it.
The grainy magazine photograph she’s scrounged up hadn’t done him justice. It made him look older, more serious. It didn’t show the single stray lock of hair curling across his forehead or the dimples at the corners of his mouth, too prominent to hide beneath his short goatee. It failed entirely to capture that wicked glint in his eye. He wasn’t the cold, merciless industrialist she’d imagined. His blood ran hot.
She’d also imagined him to be quite a bit taller. Standing here, staring at him, they looked exactly the same height.
“You and I are going to enter a partnership, Mr. Tagget.”
“Oh, are we?” He managed to both leer and sound suspicious.
“You have heard, I assume, of the rash of art thefts over the past few months?”
“That fool who styles himself ‘l’Exploiteur’? Is he the mastermind he claims, or just a braggart?”
“I’m told he has stolen near to fifty works of art, mainly from private collections and small galleries. His thefts grow bigger and bolder, and he has begun to taunt major galleries and museums with the promise of the greatest heists ever seen.”
“Well, that does sound dire, though I fail to see how it is of relevance to myself.” His dark brows quirked again. “Unless you are this Exploiter? If so, then I absolutely agree to join you on your next heist. What are we stealing?”
“No!” Vi put both hands on her hips. “Oh, for heaven’s sake, I’m not an art thief.”
“More’s the pity. I could use an interesting challenge.”
“I’m an artist,” Violet huffed. “I create, I don’t destroy. I want my work on display, where it can be enjoyed by all.”
Tagget stroked his beard. “Hmm. What, then, is your concern with this pilferer of cultural treasures?”
“I’m trying to learn his identity and put a stop to his crimes.”
“How noble,” he chuckled. “Standing up for the dead masters who can no longer defend their works?”
Obnoxious ass. She really was going to punch him right in his pretty mouth, then storm out and find herself a different assistant.
Violet clenched her fingers. Rich businessmen with questionable ethics and worldwide communications networks couldn’t be found loitering on any street corner. She was lucky to even have the opportunity to speak with him.
“I was asked to help in this case because of my own connections in the art world,” she explained, trying not to glower.
He frowned at her, causing a small furrow in his brow. “Your connections? What sort of connections would a lady artist have that would be of any use in this situation? Unless…” The frown twisted into a smile. “You’re involved in illicit dealings yourself, naturally. A forger, perhaps?” He twitched. “Well, I’ll be damned. Are you Vérité? But of course you are. ‘Beauty is truth, truth beauty.’ Though you look rather youthful for someone who they say has been working for fifty years and faked three hundred paintings.”
“Ten years, twenty-seven forgeries. Many haven’t been discovered, and many works have been incorrectly attributed to me.”
With her police file as thick as a Bible, Violet didn’t see any need to hide her deeds, and she was proud of the work she had done. Tagget looked momentarily surprised by her admission, then his smile returned.
“Fascinating. You made a deal with the authorities, I presume? But you need assistance. Why me?”
“I heard you were kicked out of the United States for spying.”
Tagget’s green eyes twinkled. “Now, my lovely blossom, you mustn’t believe every rumor you hear. I bent some laws, perhaps, but didn’t precisely break them. People did take exception, however, so I thought it best to focus on my European interests until the furor dies down.”
Violet turned up her nose at him. “I don’t care about the details. I care that you’re a teletics expert. Can you or can you not record information over a telephone or telegraph line?”
“I can. Most of it is irrelevant chatter. Sifting through is usually a waste of time.”
“And you’re an inventor?” she pressed on. “You can build things, and understand how machines work? You could dismantle them if necessary?”
A smile of a different sort touched his lips. More boyish, maybe even happier. “I could break through that mechanical door behind me with no more than a screwdriver, given enough time.”
“Then you’re the man I need.”
He fixed her with a heated stare. “I’m pleased you think so.” The husky timbre of his voice sent a shiver down her spine. “I accept your proposal. When do we begin?”
About the Author
Catherine lives in Michigan with her husband and three rambunctious girls. She loves steampunk and Oxford commas, and can often be found dressed in Renaissance Festival clothing, drinking copious amounts of tea.
The Savage One by B.L. Mute is LIVE!!
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“You can’t be a queen in a crumbled kingdom…”
Even as Teddy’s child grows in my belly, I feel myself locked in the jaws of grief I can’t escape. But I can’t allow my emotions to distract me. A very real threat lurks in the shadows, eagerly waiting for me to let my guard down for even an instant. Cameron is out there somewhere—and it’s only a matter of time before he finds me. Lucas vowed to protect me, yet with each fluttering kick I feel, I’m reminded that I’m more vulnerable than ever.
Charlie was a liability to the family. But as the right hand to the mafia king, it wasn’t my job to question such things. I trusted Teddy and gave him the loyalty and respect he deserved. He ordered me to keep her safe, and that’s what I did. I never meant to fall for her, but with him gone, I will honor my word by keeping Charlie and his unborn child safe… no matter what it takes.
NOTE- Reader discretion is advised. This book contains mature content and themes some may find offensive, distressing and a potential trigger. Recommended for 18+. The Savage One is book three in the Hale Mafia Series. It is NOT a stand-alone. For the full story and experience, The Devious King and The Vengeful Queen should be read first.
BL lives in north Texas with her husband and three children. She enjoys writing different sub genres of romance, and building flawed and broken characters. You can most likely find her mommy-ing, watching her husband cook (because she is a horrible chef), getting tattoos, or walking into the pole you’ve told her to watch out for. She loves interacting with her readers and other authors in the community. Friends and family classify her as fierce, loyal and ditsy at times.