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Score Her Heart

Score Her Heart
Philadelphia Bulldogs Book 2
by Danica Flynn
Genre: Sports Romance
FIONA
It must have been all the whiskey. It’s the only explanation for why I agreed to marry my best friend after I was left at the altar.
After burning up the sheets with him all night long, I wanted a divorce, but my new husband had other plans. He thinks we have a future together, so I granted him his request of a trial run.
I just didn’t think the Hookup King was husband material.
RILEY
I’m tired of the hookup life, and tired of women who can’t handle my grueling hockey schedule. But none of those women were Fiona freaking Gallagher, my one and only love.
I only have a couple months to prove to Fi that this marriage was going to work, and I’m not about to let her go this time. I play to win, and my goal was to make sure she never took off her wedding ring.
The Philadelphia Bulldogs hockey team are back, in this all new-standalone novel. Books can be enjoyed in any order. If you love a steamy friends-to- lovers, marriage of convenience romance, this one is for you.
Take the Shot
Philadelphia Bulldogs Book 1
DINAH
When my husband died, I never thought I would find love again.
I definitely didn’t think I would find it in the arms of my younger best friend. Why would the hunky hockey player want anything to do with me? I’m a stressed out writer with a lot of baggage. Any other man would say, “HARD PASS!”
But Noah was the best man I’ve ever known, and if it wasn’t for him, I might not be alive.
But am I ready to put my heart on the line again?
NOAH
I’ve pined for my best friend for so long, that my teammates issued an ultimatum.
Make your move now or one of us will ask her out.”
They are just trying to push me, besides none of those jerks would ever be good enough for her. Makes me wonder if I even stand a chance.
Besides, what would a smart woman like her want with a dumb jock like me?
Content Warning: This book deals with the death of a previous partner, miscarriage, and infertility.
Get ready to meet The Philadelphia Bulldogs hockey team, in this steamy and hot standalone novel. If you love sexy sports romances and friends-to-lovers with an HEA, this book is for you! This book contains mature content such as coarse language and sexual content.
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Danica Flynn is a marketer by day, and a writer by nights and weekends. AKA she doesn’t sleep! She is a rabid hockey fan of both The Philadelphia Flyers and the Metropolitan Riveters. When not writing, she can be found hanging with her partner, playing video games, and reading a ton of books.
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Hustlers

Hustlers
A Perfectly Stated Novel
by Mikky Sins
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Break ’em and leave ’em—that was T-Back Johnson’s personal creed. Until he tried to break Raisha Sunshine. Not only did Rai dominate him, but she rose to the top as his queen before anyone could blink. With an agenda of her own, and T-Back hunted by the police, she’s diabolical enough to steal control of the South Side drug industry from the Vice Lords and her brother, Byron—better known as Bennie Mac.
With the Hustlers at her command, the battle for Chicago’s south side just became a war. Exactly how far is Rai Sunshine willing to go to get to the top? Peaches might be her nickname, but there’s nothing sweet about her. Blood doesn’t always mean loyalty, and neither does love.
Who will rule Chi-town? The brother, the lover, or the woman who fooled them all?
**This is not a sweet love story. It is a dark street gang romance of control and domination and contains subject matters that may trigger some readers.**
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A die-hard Alice in Wonderland fan, Mikky Sins always thought Alice and the Hatter had great chemistry. Add the Red Queen’s delicious wickedness to the mix, and she was bound to become a dark romance author.
Mikky believes love is the motivation for everything, even the darkest parts of your nightmares, and that is why her motto is to write darkness with a sprinkle of love. As a resident of Mad River, Ohio she often hopes to spot her own white rabbit and quite often needs to be retrieved from the rabbit holes of Facebook she constantly falls into.
When she isn’t writing, she’s reading, babying two very spoiled cats, and dreaming of a world of unbirthdays and regular tea parties.
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The Au Pair and the Beast

The Au Pair and the Beast Aurora Russell

Word Count: 54,799 Book Length: NOVEL Pages: 205 Genres: BILLIONAIRE, CHICK LIT, CONTEMPORARY, EROTIC ROMANCE, FAIRYTALES

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Veronica’s new job comes with a darling little boy, a Gothic castle and…a beast? When recently laid-off Francophile Veronica Carson is recommended for an au pair job by the elegant leader of her French conversation group, she isn’t sure what to expect—but a Gothic castle deep in the wilds of Maine is certainly not it. Still, she’s drawn in by her joyful little charge, Jean-Philippe, and even more drawn to his brooding father. Ruthlessly successful businessman Alain Reynard has loved before and has no wish to repeat the painful experience. The tragedy of his recent past is still fresh in his mind, and he wants nothing to do with his son’s lovely new au pair. Despite his best efforts, though, he can’t seem to get her off his mind. A passionate romance begins to blossom but is put to the test when painful reminders of Alain’s past return. As ugly rumors swirl, the truths of the past and the present collide. Veronica must decide if Alain really is a beast and, if so, whether she can love him enough to break through the dark memories and secrets that tether him to what once was.

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“Wait… He’s sending his own car and driver to pick you up from the train station? And take you to his castle? How deliciously Gothic! It’s probably set high up on some cliffs, overlooking an impossibly picturesque view of waves crashing onto the rocks.” Veronica quirked her lips into a smile at Katrin’s words as they crackled through her cell phone, the reception seeming to go in and out as she rode along. Her best friend had a pronounced flair for the dramatic, which had only been enhanced by a number of drama classes in college. “Well, when you put it that way…it does sound pretty glamorous,” she laughingly agreed. “If it looks anything like that, I’ll definitely text a picture of the view, complete with fog and sea spray.” Her friend’s answering chuckle was amused. “How does Madame Montreaux know this guy again?” Thinking back on it, Veronica wasn’t sure the woman who led her French conversation group had ever actually told her…not specifically, anyway. “Weird. I’m not really sure… She just pulled me aside after our group one day and mentioned she’d heard about a job she thought I might be perfect for, you know, since she knew I’d lost my job when Dumfries & Partners was acquired. I got the impression—maybe just from her voice or something?—that he’s some sort of family friend, but she was super skimpy on details.” She drummed her fingers on her armrest as she considered. “I had to sign a confidentiality agreement before they even sent me the job description.” “Hmm-m.” The one short word seemed filled with both skepticism and suspicion. “How old are the kids?” “Just one child. A boy. I think he’s four… Not in school yet, but he goes to preschool.” Veronica watched as the increasingly rural and wooded landscape flew by outside the window. The day was gray and dreary, but the beauty of the wilds of Maine was still undeniable. The well-modulated, incongruously feminine automated voice of the announcer came over the loudspeakers. “Next stop, Grant’s Cliff. Grant’s Cliff is a flagged stop. Please notify the conductor if you are getting off at this stop.” Excitement and nerves combined into one powerful spark that set off a flurry of butterflies in Veronica’s stomach, even as she stood and started to gather up her things. “Sorry, K… Gotta go. They just called my stop. Call you later, okay?” “Yes! Call, text, everything… I’ll be waiting impatiently to hear that you haven’t been chained up in this guy’s basement—or dungeon. Whatever. Be careful! And good luck!” Cradling the phone between her shoulder and cheek as she reached for her bag from the overhead storage, Veronica barked a laugh, and it was muffled. “Thank you?” “Anytime! Bye!” “Bye,” Veronica answered, letting her bag drop into the seat and clicking to end the call on her phone. And it seemed it wasn’t a moment too soon as she caught the conductor’s eye and the train began to slow. She’d told him earlier where she was getting off and she was glad she had, since it didn’t look like anyone else on the train was making a move to leave. Grant’s Cliff was apparently not a popular destination. “Right this way, miss.” The conductor’s weathered face creased into a kindly smile as he motioned her with one work-hardened hand. “Thanks.” She gave an answering grin and slipped the strap of her suitcase over her shoulder crosswise, sliding it to her back so she could hurry down the center aisle more easily. “Am I the only one getting off?” “A-yup,” he said, his Maine accent plain. She thought that was all he’d say, but as she stepped out of the open door onto the small platform, she heard him add, “Not much out here nowadays, apart from the castle and the beast.” Startled, she turned back, but the doors had already swished closed and the train began to pull away. Okay then. She turned back and surveyed the deserted station. It was really more of a booth set next to a concrete slab platform with steps leading up to it. The metal sign for the station name was no bigger than a street sign and looked weathered. The dreary day had given way to fog, and now that the train had left, the only sound was the muffled rustling of the wind through thousands of trees. Where the heck is the driver? she wondered. Even as she looked around, half of her mind was still on the conductor’s strange words. What did he mean by the beast? Why hasn’t anyone else mentioned it? Is this, like, a hotspot for sasquatch hunters? Or the home of a rogue grizzly? Wait! Are there even grizzly bears in Maine? She thought maybe there were only black bears. But still, a rogue black bear could definitely be a beast. When someone’s gentle hand touched her shoulder, pulling her from her thoughts, she screeched and jumped what felt like three feet off the ground. “Mademoiselle Carson? Veronica Carson?” The middle-aged man’s accent was unmistakably French, and he pronounced her first name as Vehr-oh-nee-ka. She quickly raised her hand to her neck where her pulse was still racing. “Yes,” she nodded, a little breathless. “So sorry. I didn’t hear anyone.” The man, who she noticed now was wearing a dark suit and even a driver’s hat, smiled understandingly. “The fog. When it is thick like this, well…everything is hushed.” “Of course, that makes sense.” She was relieved at such a simple explanation. He held out his hand formally. “Claude Hormet, in service to Monsieur Reynard for many years.” She held her hand to meet his, and it was immediately taken into a firm handshake. “Nice to meet you, Monsieur Hormet.” His smile widened at her pronunciation of his name, and she thought she saw surprise flicker in his eyes. “It’s a pleasure to meet you as well, Mademoiselle. We were told you spoke French well, and I can already hear it, if you don’t mind my saying so.” “Thank you. That’s very kind of you. I’m happy to switch over if you’d like, so you can really hear me.” Monsieur Hormet smiled again. “I would enjoy that, but later. For now, I will escort you to the château.” He took her bag from her and led her to a shiny, black Lincoln sedan that looked pristine in spite of the fact that it must have been at least thirty years old. He opened the back door, and once she’d slid onto the back seat, he gave a little bow before closing the door behind her. She didn’t even hear the trunk close after he’d put her suitcase in, and when they began to move, the ride was so smooth that it felt like they were floating. Monsieur Hormet didn’t speak again, and sensing that it would possibly be considered too informal for her to initiate conversation, Veronica maintained silence as well. Instead, she took out her folder with a copy of her resume and list of references. She reviewed her notes again, but they were sparse. From the barebones details that had accompanied the job description, she really didn’t know a lot about the open position and still didn’t know anything more about her prospective employer than his last name, so she rehearsed again in her head what she could say about her experience. She was so deep in thought, comfortable on the sumptuous leather of the seats, that she didn’t really look up until the car began to slow. Then…wow. The mansion that loomed before her was truly a castle, made of stone with towers and turrets. If it had had a moat and not located in Maine, she would not have been surprised if someone had told her it was from the Middle Ages. She must have made some sort of sound because Monsieur Hormet caught her gaze in the rearview mirror. “Ah, the château is beautiful, no?” Looking back at the lines of the massive structure, Veronica noticed that they were surprisingly delicate as well. Large it might be, but this was also a masterpiece of artistry, balanced and elegant. Still trying to look at every part of the castle at the same time, she answered with enthusiasm, “Oh yes, absolutely gorgeous!” They pulled up right to the front steps, and Monsieur Hormet came around to help her out of the car. The air that buffeted her face was cooler than at the train station, damp and heavy, carrying the unmistakable salty tang of the ocean. She curved her lips into a small smile when she heard the distant crash of waves on something. Katrin was going to be overjoyed that her guess had to be at least partly correct. “If you’ll follow me, Mademoiselle, I’ll show you to the large salon.” Monsieur Hormet glanced at the front windows and nodded slightly at some small movement inside. “Eveline will let Monsieur Reynard know you’ve arrived.” Still craning her neck as discreetly as possible to see everything at once, Veronica followed him up a large number of stone steps and into the château. She had only a glimpse of the enormous entry hall before they went down a spacious hallway into a room that looked like some sort of formal parlor. There were several seating areas around the room, and he motioned for her to sit in a straight-backed armchair in the cluster nearest to the windows. Even with the fog, she could still tell that the windows here overlooked the ocean. A gray-green expanse of icy-cold Atlantic water, the view looked imposing rather than inviting. She loved it. Fighting the urge to press her nose to the glass of the windowpanes, she sat down on the chair instead in what she hoped was a professional, dignified manner. She took out the folder once again and waited. An ornate gilded clock, which looked like an antique that would have been at home in the art museum in Boston, ticked, and the sound was loud in the otherwise-silent room. At the snick of the door handle turning, she leaped to her feet and turned to greet her interviewer. The figure that entered was considerably shorter and faster than she’d expected, though. As he barreled toward her at full tilt, Veronica saw that the little boy had a mass of golden-blond hair, bright blue eyes and cheeks that glowed pink with good health. His happy face was dominated by a huge grin. She braced for possible impact, but he stopped abruptly right in front of her and eyed her curiously. “You’re pretty,” he said in French, “but I don’t like your coat. I’m not supposed to say ‘hate’ or ‘ugly’.” He looked up at her expectantly. Veronica stifled a laugh as she darted a glance down at her suit coat. It was something she’d bought for interviews, and she internally agreed that it wasn’t the most attractive thing she owned—more about practicality than fashion. But still… “It sounds like you’re doing a good job listening, then,” she answered in French, skirting around the question. She set her folder, which she’d still been clutching, on the seat of the chair and crouched down so she was eye-level with the boy. “What’s your name? Mine is Veronica.” “Jean-Philippe. Yvette says you’re here to take care of me, but only if Papa likes you. I don’t have a maman. She died. Our dog died too. Sometimes I get sad and cry and Papa says that’s okay.” Veronica’s heart clenched at the childish words, but she fought another laugh at what he said next. “Did you bring a present? Papa always brings a present and hides it in one of his pockets. Oncle Marius too. Is that why you’re wearing that coat, to hide presents?” He eyed her outfit with more enthusiasm. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Jean-Philippe,” she answered, then shook her head regretfully. “I didn’t know, so no presents today, but I promise that if I stay, I’ll bring you something next time I go into town. How’s that?” He bobbed his little head as he nodded, making his fine blond hair glint, even in the dim sunlight from the gloomy day. “That sounds good,” he agreed. “I hope you go to town soon.” She couldn’t have hidden her smile this time if she’d tried, so she didn’t bother. Another noise made her look up again, toward the door, where a young woman stood, looking a bit harried. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, as if she’d been running. She wore some sort of uniform dress, not black-and-white but something about it made Veronica think she might be a maid or housekeeper. Her look at Jean-Philippe was a mix of exasperation and affection. The man who entered on her heels, though, made Veronica shoot to her feet and straighten her back. He was tall, probably close to six-and-a-half feet, and his shoulders and chest were broad and muscular. He wore a suit that must have been custom-tailored to fit his large frame so perfectly, and he exuded an air of pure power. Confidence. She would have had to be blind or utterly oblivious not to feel an awareness of such a man. Where his frame and his very presence seemed to fill the room, it was his face that really captivated her. Dark, wavy hair framed the most attractive face she thought she’d ever seen. He wasn’t what she would call handsome—his Roman nose was just a little too prominent—but his features were masculine, strong and absolutely stunning. His eyes, which she could tell even from this distance were a deep brown like melted dark chocolate and framed with thick dark lashes, seemed to see all the way into her from across the room. She felt goosebumps rise on her arms and up her neck, and she couldn’t seem to tear her own gaze away. When he started to move, whatever spell that was keeping her silent was broken. To her surprise, she noticed that he walked with a cane in steps that looked like they carefully concealed pain. “Oh, Monsieur, I’m so sorry. He got away from me when he was supposed to be following me,” the young woman apologized to the man who she guessed must be Monsieur Reynard. He inclined his head slightly, and although his face remained impassive, Veronica somehow got the impression of tolerance. “I understand, Yvette. You may return to your regular duties.” His voice was deep and rumbling, full of gravel. It rolled through the quiet room, filling every corner, though he spoke quietly. The young woman gave a little bow and hurried from the room gratefully, leaving only Veronica, Jean-Philippe and Monsieur Reynard. “Papa!” the little boy exclaimed, confirming Veronica’s guess at the identity of the man. She saw him grimace almost imperceptibly as his little boy crashed into his leg in a show of preschool affection. “I see you’ve met Miss Carson, my son,” he said, looking at Veronica as he tousled the baby-fine mop of hair. “Oh yes! Do you like her? Is she staying?” The question fell heavily in the quiet room, and Veronica turned to pick up the folder again. “I brought a copy of my resume and a list of references—” “No need.” Monsieur Reynard interrupted her, gesturing with his hand as if to wave her words away. “I’ve seen enough. The job is yours.” Veronica’s mouth fell open. “I, uh… We just met.” He raised his dark eyebrows. “So we did.” She shook her head. Why was he making her so unsettled? Good Heavens, she was usually more articulate than this! “I mean, you haven’t interviewed me. Don’t you want to know…more?” He shrugged and inclined his head to one side. “Mademoiselle, I’m known for being a good judge of character, with very few exceptions. It’s part of what has made me so successful. Jean-Philippe needs someone who is good with children, experienced and speaks French. From what I heard, you are all of these things.” Veronica felt a warm flush rising up her neck, straight to her cheeks then right on up to her hairline. For some reason, the idea of not being aware of this man, with his outsize presence, made her beyond flustered. “You were listening?” she asked in a voice that was, she congratulated herself, almost normal. He shrugged in a wonderfully Mediterranean way. “Not on purpose, but the door was cracked open and sound carries down the hallway.” Mentally replaying her conversation with Jean-Philippe, Veronica couldn’t figure out what she could possibly have said to warrant this instant acceptance. “And I said enough to give you such confidence?” She thought she had gotten over her initial shock of awareness at how very handsome he was, like someone jumping into cold water who starts acclimating. She was wrong. When he turned the full force of his dark, soulful eyes on her and turned up the corners of his mouth in what might have been the beginnings of a smile, she nearly had to catch her breath. She felt the goosebumps rise again all over her arms. “You did pass the background check with flying colors, and you must know your accent is beautiful. But mostly, you didn’t miss a beat when my son insulted your er…ensemble.” He motioned tactfully to her suit and she opened her mouth in indignation, only to snap it shut at his next words. “I truly believe you to be a young woman of good sense, patience and kindness. Those are qualities I value beyond all others.” His praise warmed her and was so close to describing the kind of person she hoped she was that she felt like another piece clicked into the odd connection she might be starting to feel with him. “Thank you. In that case, I accept the position.” He didn’t return her smile, but she thought maybe his eyes crinkled the slightest bit at the corners. “I’ll have Monsieur Hormet bring in the paperwork. Come along, Jean-Phillipe,” he said, turning and making his slow, deliberate way to the door with a gait she suspected concealed very-well-hidden pain. Jean-Philippe overtook him to sprint out of the door before his father. All in all, Veronica was feeling pretty darn satisfied and relieved at avoiding the stress of a real interview when she heard Monsieur Reynard’s last words before he left the room. “Such a relief to meet a young woman who doesn’t trouble herself too much over her clothes.”

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Aurora Russell

Aurora is originally from the frozen tundra of the upper-Midwest (ok, not frozen all the time!) but now loves living in New England with her real-life hero/husband, two wonderfully silly sons, and one of the most extraordinary cats she has ever had the pleasure to meet. But she still goes back to the Midwest to visit, just never in January. She doesn’t remember a time that she didn’t love to read, and has been writing stories since she learned how to hold a pencil. She has always liked the romantic scenes best in every book, story, and movie, so one day she decided to try her hand at writing her own romantic fiction, which changed her life in all the best ways. You can find out more about Aurora at her website here.

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Through Your Eyes by Marianne Lomberg

Title: Through Your Eyes
Author: Marianne Lomberg
Genre: F/F Romance
Release Date: March 5, 2021


Debut author, Marianne Lomberg, brings you an armchair travel F/F romance filled with emotion and beauty while finding out if love is enough.

Niki Wolf kills people with her pen before they die.
If her job as celebrity obituary writer has taught her anything,
it’s that people are predictably dull. That is until she meets Brigitte, the quiet bookseller with the mesmerising eyes which look straight into her soul.

There’s only one problem: Brigitte’s lover is the next person Niki needs to write to death.

In a sun-drenched city in the South of France where tourists go to fall in love, Niki loses her heart and has to face the toughest questions of her life.

Is she following her dreams, or running away?
And is love enough to make her stay?





Marianne believes in the power of stories. She escapes into them, makes sense of life through them and, above all, loves telling them. She writes about the strength with which people just like us face the world, and to give us the Happily Ever After we all deserve.

When she isn’t having conversations with her characters or losing herself in someone else’s book, Marianne is a veterinarian and businesswoman, a fierce advocate for equality, a coffee fanatic and general goofball. After living and working in France and the UK for several years, she returned to her hometown of Johannesburg, South Africa, where she now lives with her partner and Imogen, her French rescue cat.

You can find out more about her work on www.mariannelomberg.com , drop her a line at marianne@mariannelomberg.com , or follow news about her writing on Twitter: @PensiveVet



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Title: Splintered Stars
Series: The Sevens #1
Author: Rachel Madbury
Genre: Paranormal Romance
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The greatest witch ever born doesn’t know she is one. 

Some secrets aren’t best kept. Some powers can’t be contained. And for Haley Quinlan, when her sister is kidnapped she’ll learn that the life she’s built is a pale shadow to the one she’s meant for. 

If she lives long enough. 

He’s been watching her for three years but for the first time Lucas Turner sees the truth of who Haley is. It’s nothing he ever imagined. And it’s nothing he’s allowed to have. He’ll usher her into a world she’s been kept from and protect her life with his own, but when their connection sets them on a course filled with darkness and lies, will their greatest risk be each other? 

When the world learns who she is, he’ll die for her without question. But what if she lives? What if they both do?







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“You’ve never cast in all the time I’ve watched you. I thought you were just more discreet than most.”

“I seriously don’t know what you’re talking about. We need to get you help.” Haley started to go for her bag, when he stopped her, his big hand sliding smoothly into hers. It was rough and cold, but something about the weight of it felt good to her.

“Can you repeat something for me?”

“Repeat something?”

“Yeah, just say what I say. And keep repeating it until I tell you to stop.”

What the hell? If it wasn’t for the plea in his eye, she would have thought he was completely gone.

“We don’t have time to waste, Haley. Can you please do this for me?” He didn’t sound irritated with her, and for some reason that made her want to do what he said.

“Okay.”

He took her hand and brought it over his side, where the blood started. She jumped, not wanting to touch it. “Just hold it above me like this.” He positioned her hand so her palm was facing him. “Soul to soul,” he said, his eyes on her. “Say that.”

“Soul to soul,” she repeated awkwardly, her lips curling inward.

“And cell to cell.”

“And cell to cell.”

He exhaled, his energy waning. “Take this being and make it well.”

A poem? He wanted her to repeat a poem to him? She was about to pull out of his hold and go get some actual help when he gave her a desperate look that shut down every impulse she had to leave.

“Take this being and make it well.”

“Again,” he prompted, his eyes floating closed as his head sank back against the wall. His fingers were feather light against her wrist as she kept her hand hovering inches from him.

She repeated the rhyme again and he nodded. She spoke once more and saw his lips moving in time with hers, his voice so low she couldn’t hear it.

He let go of her, his hand falling heavily into his lap, but the warmth from his fingers lingered. He was fading out on her, and panic was starting to settle in. He was the only one who knew what had just happened to Penny. She needed him to help her get her sister back. She needed his help, even if she didn’t know him. She started to go faster. Repeating the phrase over and over.

Where he’d held her hand, the skin began to grow hot, a tingling in her palm like she’d let it fall asleep and it was starting to wake back up. The sensation grew, traveling up her arm. It was strange and uncomfortable, but not painful, so she kept going. It seemed impossible, but the color in his face was returning, his shaky breathing easing back to normal.

But then his lips stopped moving. This wasn’t working. She was about to give up when his hand reached up to hers, the second their fingers touched a burst of heat arched out of her and sent her flying backward. His eyes flew open and he darted, catching her before her head hit the concrete. He held her there, suspended in his arms for a long minute, his eyes searching hers. Finally, a breath rushed out of him. “Thank you.”

“Thank me? What the hell was that?” He leaned back onto his heels, letting her take her own weight.

In a flash of daring, she grabbed for his shirt and pulled it up, the blood-soaked fabric was cold and sticky on her fingers, but the skin underneath was intact. A long scar curved from his side down to his hip, and blood was dried all around it, but the wound was completely closed. She reached to touch it, her fingers shaking, but stopped and jerked her hand back.

“What the hell?” Dropping his shirt, she leaned away from him. “Who are you?”

He stood, extending a hand down to her and waiting until she took it. Pulling her up, he looked her square in the eye as he took a deep breath. “My name is Lucas.”






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Rachel Madbury is an award-winning non-fiction writer and life long New Englander who turned to romantic fiction in 2015 and has never looked back. Based in New Hampshire with her adopted coonhound, Gus, she is the author of the romantic suspense Surrender Series, and her most recent adventure, the paranormal Sevens series.


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As heir to the throne of the Azorea Cay Phoenix Clan, Ember Bailey is committed to being as strong and fair as her mother. Her people deserved nothing less in their queen.

Attending the Academy of the Phoenix is the first step to learning the business side of things while training with her three dads built up her strength to protect the clan. Those two things keep her away from exploring the new relationship with her four mates.

But nothing is without sacrifice. At least she has Lucent by her side and can video chat with the other three men. You know, a nice normal college princess lifestyle.

But trying to find a sense of normalcy after spending months at the Wicked Reform School, proves to be impossible. As the Academy of the Phoenix is ravaged by a ghost with a grudge, death and foul play plague the campus. With one teacher dead and another missing, can Ember, Zelphar, Karn, Lucent, and Caleb track down the evil spirit and vanquish it before it has a chance to kill again?

ABOUT LIA

Lia Davis is the USA Today bestselling author of more than forty books, including her fan favorite Ashwood Falls Series. A lifelong fan of magic, mystery, romance and adventure, Lia’s novels novels feature compassionate alpha heroes and strong leading ladies, plenty of heat, and happily-ever-afters.

Lia makes her home in Northeast Florida where she battles hurricanes and humidity like one of her heroines. When she’s not writing, she loves to spend time with her family, travel, read, enjoy nature, and spoil her kitties. She also loves to hear from her readers. Send her a note at lia@authorliadavis.com!

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Smoke and Mirrors by Michelle B.




Title: Smoke and Mirrors
Series: Bleeding Hearts #1
Author: Michelle B.
Genre: Mafia Suspense Romance
Release Date: February 16, 2021


BLURB

Lilah
One night is all it took.
One night changed all of my plans.
One night laid a road map out for the rest of my life.

My heart now belongs to him- Antonio Robert Heart, the underboss of the Heart Syndicate that governs over New York and its five boroughs. He rules with an unwavering hand yielding the blade of his knife, but when his strong hands touch me, I become liquid. I melt into his all-consuming prowess.

The thing is, he doesn’t want me… even though he craves me.

Antonio
I don’t date. I don’t love. I don’t want marriage and I do not want children. I only allow myself companionship when the desire is there.

Lilah Tomlinson was supposed to be one night-one hour at the most.

I was a fool.

My desire for her prevailed and I let her in… only to find out she has betrayed me. That muscle in my chest, the one she has penetrated and brought to life, it shrivels with the worst kind of anger: WRATH.







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AUTHOR BIO


Michelle B was born and raised in New Jersey, where she lives with her husband and fury co-writing buddy, Mr. Bojangles. After secretly writing two of the five books in the Heart series, she decided it was time to hit the publish button. She has turned her love for reading hot, steamy books into writing them. Her way of writing angsty, suspenseful romance draws you in and makes you feel like you live inside the pages alongside the characters. She is unapologetically addicted to Starbucks and loves going to the movies with her husband of thirty years.


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Gemini Kings by Noreen Machelle




Title: Gemini Kings
Series: Gemini Kings MC #1
Author: Noreen Machelle
Genre: MC/Dark Romance
Release Date: February 23, 2021


BLURB

A savage is what she craves. A gentleman is what she needs. I can be both. I’m a Gemini after all.

Stokes
She may never be able to accept my monster, but I won’t hesitate to use that part of me to protect her. I’m the VP of The Gemini Kings Motorcycle Club. Blood, violence and murder come with the territory.
I never needed more until Lilliana showed back up in my life. Now she is thawing the shriveled pieces of my cold, dead heart.
I have to find a way to prove to her that the decision to vanish from her life is one that I will regret until hell opens its gates to welcome me.

His closeness does things to me that it shouldn’t.

Lilliana
I lost the two men that meant the most to me on the same day.
The day my brother died was the day Stokes vanished.
Years later, after someone tried to have me killed, Stokes and The Gemini Kings inserted themselves into my life.
Stokes has demons lurking beneath the surface, but that’s the kind of man you need to take care of the monsters hell bent on hurting you.
While he protects me from the monsters, I must guard my heart.
That’s easier said than done.
I always did have a thing for the bad boys.

Gemini Kings is the first book in The Gemini Kings MC series. It contains dirty-talking bad boys who only soften for their women. It teeters on the dark side and is best for 18+.







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AMAZON US / UK / CA / AU

Free in Kindle Unlimited





EXCERPT

Grab life or any man you please, by the balls. Don’t let anything or anyone stop you from going after what you want. Thirsty Grandma’s words float through my mind.
I grab a hold of his belt loops and drag him closer to me. I don’t say anything. I can’t yet, but I bring my lips to his and kiss him gently. Not like the electric kiss we just had in the diner that was filled with lust. I kiss him with my heart flayed open, pouring all the raw emotions I am feeling into it. His hand tightens around my throat as he deepens the kiss. I finally pull back and we stand there frozen in time, sucking in air.
Lenny lets out a wolf whistle that breaks through the tension between us. “Look who finally decided to let her inner vixen out.”
I don’t know if I let her out or if she was tired of being caged, but with the way Stokes is looking at me right now, I’m going to let her enjoy her freedom.






AUTHOR BIO

Noreen is an avid reader turned writer. She lives in the mountains of NC with her four kids and two dogs. She writes dark romance with a little humor sprinkled in. When she isn’t writing she’s either reading or watching one of her favorite 80’s movies.


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Everlast by Alex Grayson



Everlast by Alex Grayson is now live!



From USA Today Bestselling Author, Alex Grayson, comes an 
emotionally captivating love story that rivals time….


Lincoln was my once in a lifetime, my destiny.

I was his happily ever after, his kismet.

I met him when I was eight, and he saved me from the bullies on the school playground.

The next day, he called me his girl.

When we were thirteen, we began to look at each other differently.

At fourteen, we shared our first kiss.

We were sixteen the first time we made love and promised we’d always be together.

The night before we graduated high-school, he asked me to marry him, and the day before we left for college, I became his wife.

Our first child came when we were just twenty-three. And our second, five years later.

Our future was forevermore written in the stars. We had that indescribable kind of love everyone searches for, but rarely ever find. A love so strong, one lifetime wouldn’t be enough.

His soul was my mate, and mine was his.

Our life was perfect. Until it wasn’t.

Fate brought us together… would it dare tear us apart?




NOTE: This is the second book in the Ever Series. Forevermore should be read BEFORE you read Everlast. It is novella length and is available for free on all retailers.

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Meet Alex



Alex Grayson is a USA Today bestselling author of heart pounding, emotionally gripping contemporary romances including the Jaded Series, the Consumed Series, the Hell Night Series, and multiple standalone novels. Her passion for books was reignited by a gift from her sister-in-law. After spending several years as a devoted reader and blogger, Alex decided to write and independently publish her first novel in 2014 (an endeavor that took a little longer than expected). The rest, as they say, is history.

Originally a southern girl, Alex now lives in Ohio with her husband, daughter, three cats and one dog. She loves the color blue, homemade lasagna, casually browsing real estate, and interacting with her readers. Visit her website, http://www.alexgraysonbooks.com, or find her on social media!
 
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