“𝘐 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘥.” “𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘺?” “𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘐’𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶.” “𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯?” 𝐅*𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. #BackgroundNoise is #nowlive and is a #mustread ! #oneclick today → https://amzn.to/3h6sQMu 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛: Autumn just wants to blend in, Liam just wants to be seen. A thousand miles away from home and everything that haunts her, Autumn finally can be whoever she wants to be. And she just wants to survive college going unnoticed. But when Liam sets his eyes on her the day she arrives at Washington State, there is no hiding in the shadows. No matter how hard she tries. Liam has always hidden behind baseball. When his life was planned out for him, baseball was it. After an injury that changes everything, Liam has a chance to figure out what he wants and Autumn just became it. From the first time Liam set eyes on her fiery red hair, he knew he needed to know her. He could have any girl he wanted but the shy girl in the corner consumed his thoughts. She was different, and for once different was everything Liam craved. Autumn and Liam are both broken. Autumn is running from her past, Liam is running from his future. A collision is coming, and they have two options: Confront the shattered pieces or keep running.
The Reluctant Royal Catherine Curzon & Eleanor Harkstead
General Release Date: 26th January 2021
Word Count: 93,492 Book Length: SUPER NOVEL Pages: 352 Genres: CONTEMPORARY, GAY, GLBTQI, ROYALS, THRILLERS AND SUSPENSE
Book DescriptionAs an unseen enemy draws near, a royal bodyguard must choose between duty and love. Risking his life to save a princess is all in a day’s work for Sergeant Joe Wenlock, a Close Protection Officer detailed to protect the royal family. After months of recovery following his brush with death, Joe’s ready to return to duties. But Alejandro Fuente-Sastre, as infuriating as he is fabulous, is the last royal Joe wants to be assigned to. Alejandro isn’t quite the sort of queen that the British royal family is used to, but when Joe learns that Her Majesty’s step-grandson is also drag bombshell Paloma Picante, it makes his job a whole lot tougher. But is there more to Alejo than sulking and sequins? When Alejandro’s life is threatened by an unseen tormentor who progresses from internet trolling to arson and violence, Joe must keep his charge safe from harm. Living in close quarters with the man he shouldn’t be falling for, Joe begins to discover his true self. But as Alejandro’s enemy prowls ever nearer, Joe must make the impossible choice between duty and love. Reader advisory: This book contains instances of homophobia and homophobic language, cyberbullying and threats, harassment, terrorism, drug use and abuse, Islamophobia and suicide. There are mentions of domestic abuse, including physical, emotional and gaslighting.
ExcerptJoe took another sip of tonic water. He wished it contained gin, because being the only sober person at the table was hardly his idea of fun, but as he watched the bottle of champagne being passed around, he knew he didn’t really want any alcohol anyway. He couldn’t go back to work the worse for wear. Not after months of sick leave. Best foot forward, as his dad would say. And it wasn’t only his decision not to drink that made Joe an oddity at the table. These were all Wendy’s friends, out for her birthday. Solicitors, legal types, who’d spent most of the evening already talking shop. Joe looked on, his mind on other things. Would he cope on his first day back? Would they trust him to ever do a good job again? “So, Joe, we’re taking bets on who you’re going to be coddling next week!” Wendy put her second bottle of Prosecco on the table and settled into her seat. Her leg brushed Joe’s momentarily and she shifted, putting air between them again. “Izzy thinks one of the Fergie duo. Barnaby’s bet his bonus on Wills and Kate. I think it’s going to be the queen. The top job for a top bobby!” “I don’t know yet.” Joe shrugged. “Maybe one of the corgis?” “I bet you do know, and you’re teasing us!” Wendy’s friend Jemima brayed. “Have you signed the Official Secrets Act?” Joe turned the plastic stirrer through his fizzing drink, rattling the ice cubes against the glass. He didn’t pester Wendy’s friends about confidential matters, so why did they think he was fair game? “As you know, if I had, I wouldn’t be allowed to say.” “Whoever it is,” Wendy told them, “let’s hope they don’t put my poor old hubby in hospital again! He’s getting too old to play the action hero!” Wendy’s friends laughed, and Joe tried to look happy, but he really didn’t want to be reminded of the accident. The headlamps coming straight for him in the evening darkness—and after he’d pushed the Duchess of Albany out of the way, there had been no time for Joe to leap aside. Just that crushing pain as the car slammed into him. Joe had slumped over the bonnet and found himself eye to eye with the idiot who’d just tried to deliberately run down the duchess. “He’s not that old!” Verity giggled. She patted Joe’s leg and he tried not to flinch. “And still in fine form, too, Wendy, you lucky thing!” “Lucky old me!” Wendy’s smile looked like a grimace. How would she know what form her husband was in when it had been over six months since they’d so much as kissed, let alone more? She refilled her glass and whispered to Joe, “For God’s sake, have a real drink.” “Come on, you know I can’t,” Joe replied. “I can’t risk it. First day back and all that.” “It’s my birthday.” Her pink lips grew thin and she drew in a deep, sharp breath, as sharp as her fresh blonde bob. Then she put her lips to his ear and hissed, “Stop showing me up, Joe, have a drink.” “I’m drinking a stunt gin and tonic. That’s enough.” Joe held up the glass. It had the brand name of a well-known gin printed down its side. “They do tests, you know. I want to be nice and clean when they poke through my bodily fluids, thank you very much.” “Barnaby!” Wendy subtly turned away from her husband, the centre of attention all over again. He was dismissed, just as he had been so many times over the five years of their miserable married life. “So, we’re all dying to know how your Tokyo merger’s going. It’s all everyone’s talking about. Tell us all the latest from the front line of big money!” Joe sat his glass down on the table. The last thing he cared about was Barnaby and his bloody merger, which he’d heard snippets of for weeks as Wendy had made business calls at home. Barnaby this, Barnaby that, ‘Barnaby’s going places.’ So am I. Joe nudged his seat back and stood to leave. Verity glanced at him, as if she was surprised he was going, but her attention turned to Wendy and Barnaby. Joe wasn’t sure where he’d go, but he needed fresh air. He wanted to be away from loud drinkers, away from Wendy’s carping. His head was pounding and as he stepped outside the pub, a car drove by close to the kerb. He instinctively jumped back, pressing himself against the wall behind him. Calm down, Sergeant Wenlock, he told himself. The night was cold, as cold as the pub had been hot, and Joe took a deep breath of autumn air. London tonight seemed even more surreal than ever, the streets a curious mix of the same well-dressed professionals who filled Wendy’s group and those who had embraced Halloween, escaping the real world in the form of cats and devils, vampires and aliens, some already stumbling, others only just starting out. And there in the middle of them was Joe, who would rather be anywhere else but there. Maybe Joe should’ve thrown aside his tweed jacket and sensible open-necked shirt for a costume. He’d have made quite a good Frankenstein’s monster, maybe, though that said, when he’d first been taken to hospital and had plaster casts and bandages in places he hadn’t thought possible, he’d have been a brilliant cursed mummy. Joe decided to go for a wander. Once he was working again, he’d have little time to call his own. He’d take his freedom when and where he could. Music blared from pubs and bars, people laughed, taxis pulled up and disgorged their passengers. And up ahead, someone was shouting. Bloody people, can’t hold their drinks. “Don’t you ever, ever bloody do that again! Do you hear?” It was a man’s voice up ahead. Joe could see two figures, one in a black suit with a skeleton painted on it in white. He was wagging his finger—jabbing it—at the red-headed woman walking beside him in heels so high Joe wondered how she didn’t fall flat on her face. “It’s so important to me, so fucking important, and all you have to do is just nod, and instead, you’re pissing about, making a fucking joke of yourself!” “I’m sorry!” Her voice sounded almost desperate and she recoiled from her companion’s stabbing finger, jerking away as though it were the blade of a knife. She hurried after the skeleton when he stalked onwards, scooping up the silken hem of her shimmering red evening gown to follow. “Don’t be angry, I’m sorry!” “I’m sorry!” he mimicked. Joe could almost see him in profile. The man’s face was disguised by makeup that turned his face into a skull. Seemed a bit rich for him to be accusing someone of making a joke of themselves. “The man’s an investor in my film, and I wanted him to know that I’m serious about my art, and then you’re there hanging over my shoulder, interrupting and gobbing on about God knows what!” The man clenched his hands. Even they were tricked out in skeleton makeup. “Why do you wind me up like this? You do it on purpose, for fuck’s sake, then it’s all I’m sorry! Well, you bloody well will be!” “He was laughing too,” the woman said, a fresh note of desperation in her sing-song voice. No, not desperation. Fear. “He was having a good time, you’re not thinking straight! Just—please, don’t be like this!” “My thinking’s perfectly clear!” The man gave a long sniff then, and Joe knew exactly what was going on. The drugs are talking. The man stopped where he was and raised his hand at the woman. The way she flinched back told Joe that this wasn’t the first time it had happened. As she drew away, he saw her makeup clearly, a glamourous sugar skull in a rainbow of colours that nearly took his breath away. “Please don’t,” was all she said. Joe increased his pace. The man’s raised hand trembled but in a split second he slapped the woman across her painted face. Joe ran. He was on the couple in only a few steps, and interposed himself between them. He didn’t look back at the woman, but could hear her frightened breathing just behind him. “That’s enough. Time for you to go.” “And who the fuck are you, James Bond?” the man sneered. “I’m not going to stand around and watch a bully like you slap a woman.” Joe clenched his fists, resisting the temptation to give Skeletor a taste of his own medicine. “A woman? That’s a fucking joke. She’s a drag queen—a bloke!” Joe turned to look at the woman. A bloke? Was she?
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1. an utterly calamitous situation
2. mismanagement for the ages
3. something very difficult no one wants to deal with
4. Rob Hansen
Rob was single.
That hadn’t been the plan. But it turned out that his plan wasn’t immune to car accidents. It couldn’t stave off death, couldn’t stop bad things from happening.
Now Carmella—his wife, his best friend, the other half of his heart—was gone. And she’d been gone long enough for the tendrils of loneliness to creep in, for him to risk dipping his toe back into the dating world. The only problem was that dating was a hell of a lot different in this world than when he’d been in college.
He wasn’t good at apps and profiles, his banter skills were rusty, and his flirting . . . well, some might say it was atrocious.
Then came high, high heels.
Then came a sharp voice with an impressive repertoire of curse words.
Then came a woman who was definitely not Carmella . . . but who might be the possibility of something more.
Boon Hoenes only has three goals in life.
To make Posey Adler his wife, to win the Stanley Cup for the second year in a row, and for Shea Adler to like him.
The first, he’s got on lock.
The second, he’s well on his way.
And the third…
Well, two out of three ain’t bad.
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Will she find the man of her dreams in a world of chaos?
Follow the journey of Josie’s life, from her happy childhood through her golden years. Her loves, her losses, friends, lovers, and her love of kink all come together to make for a beautiful life as she finds her way in the world.
Hurt and then sadness after her first marriage leads to a happy and unexpected reunion and a second chance at love. Is she brave enough to dive back in and grab another chance at a forever happily ever after?
Publisher’s Note: This steamy contemporary romance contains elements of second-chance love, new beginnings, adult themes, sensual scenes and power exchange. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.
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Publication date: March 25th 2021
Genres: Romance, Young Adult
Wallflower (wohl-flou-erh): Identifier for someone who is shy and/or awkward. For reference, see Viola Kent.
Seventeen-year-old Viola Kent likes being invisible. Well, not literally, but she’s content being a loner, reading her books, and hanging out with the animals at the shelter. She just wants to keep her head down and get through her senior year at Durham High.
Driving Dare Frost to school every day wasn’t part of the plan.
And when Viola finds out her dad recruited Dare, his number one player, to be her friend?
Her inner Slytherin demands revenge.
The solution: Get Dare to be her fake boyfriend.
Convincing the star athlete to pretend is easier than she’d thought it would be. The hard part is protecting her heart. With every word, touch, and kiss, Viola’s feelings become more real.
The problem: Viola knows she’s falling for Dare—but he doesn’t believe in love.
This book features two sets of soulmates, one happy pooch named Hermione, so many sizzling kisses and answers the question:
Can a dork and a jock fake their way to true love?
Cookie O’Gorman writes YA & NA romance to give readers a taste of happily-ever-after. Small towns, quirky characters, and the awkward yet beautiful moments in life make up her books. Cookie also has a soft spot for nerds and ninjas. Her novels ADORKABLE, NINJA GIRL, The Unbelievable, Inconceivable, Unforeseeable Truth About Ethan Wilder, and The Good Girl’s Guide to Being Bad are out now! She is also the author of NA sports romance, The Best Mistake.
The Oh Tequila Series returns with Book SIX!
JUST ONE NIGHT by CA Harms is set to release February 11th!
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A guy should never, and I do mean never, hook up with his friend’s sister.
It doesn’t matter how hot she is or how many times he’s imagined her in a not-so-innocent way. Nope. Those visuals should always remain hidden deep down in a dark place.
But of course, I just had to drink until I couldn’t see straight and screw everything up. Now, I know what you’re thinking, and I swear it wasn’t my fault. It was that damn tequila.
I never expected to wake up naked only a few feet away from the woman I never should have touched. But man, reality had been so much better than any fantasy I’d ever had.
But it all went downhill fast when she opened the door to leave and came face to face with none other than her brother, who is also one of my best friends.
I’m a dead man, but Jade might actually be worth it.
And to think, all it took to change everything was…
Just One Night.
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Man Down by BJ Bentley is releasing February 11, 2021!
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Rules. Order. Control.
Serve and protect.
Becoming a cop gave my life the structure I so desperately craved, and the power I needed to move forward.
But being the daughter and sister of cops landed me squarely in the coddle with kid gloves category.
Except in the case of Vance Brody.
Aspen Falls PD’s most revered detective was also its most unpredictable.
Brody didn’t play by the rules. Not the department’s. And certainly not mine.
Everybody breaks the rules. Nobody is in control. Chaos reigns.
That was my philosophy, and it was up to me to make sure the job got done in spite of it all.
Even if my methods were unconventional.
Even if I crossed a line that landed my career in jeopardy.
When the captain insisted I mentor a rookie cop in order to keep my nose out of trouble and avoid a suspension, I could have never imagined just how out of order my world was about to become.
Poppy Leighton was the daughter of my idol and the sister of my colleague.
She and her rule book were off-limits.
But damned if I wasn’t Aspen Falls PD’s resident maverick.
And Poppy had the power to take me down with a single shot.
BJ Bentley’s Man Down is a seductive and thrilling workplace romantic suspense written in K. Bromberg’s Everyday Heroes World project.