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DEVIOUS by J.M. Stoneback

 Release Date: April 2

It’s time to pay my father’s debt.

Nobody is stupid enough to steal from him, Cayden Vitali.

They call him Devious for a reason. He doesn’t let his debts go unpaid. He collects what he’s owed.

Lex Bartoli works for Devious. Lex should know better than to steal his money. But mistakes were made, and now it’s time to pay.

Unfortunately for me, Devious knows exactly what he wants as payment for Lex’s stupid mistake.


Lex’s daughter.

If I won’t agree to marry Devious, he has another way of making my family pay.

The choice is mine.

Marry the enemy… or watch him kill my father as payback.

Devious is a mafia book with an arranged marriage, enemies to lovers and an age gap romance. This book contains graphic violence, dubious content, and may contains triggers.

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Meet J.M. Stoneback

I am an indie author. I write contemporary romance and dark mafia l romance. Love to read and write, enjoy playing video games and watch anime. 

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Savage Beast by Kristen Luciani

Title: Savage Beast
Series: Sinfully Savage #3
Author: Kristen Luciani
Genre: Dark Mafia Enemies to Lovers Romance
Release Date: April 1, 2021


He Stole My Kiss…Right Before He Stole Me.

The second my brother’s ex-best friend tore off my clothes, I was obsessed. His ripped muscles, seductive smirk, and bad boy charm made my knees weak and everything else tingle ever since we were teenagers.
I always dreamed I’d become the center of his world.
I guess I should have been more specific about my wish.

He ruined me.
Then my childhood crush kidnapped me.
Now I’m a pawn in his vicious game.
He thinks he can use me as leverage,
Revenge for my brother’s betrayal.
I should hate him for starting this war with my family and for taking my life.
I don’t.
I should resist my cravings for his rough touch, his hungry lips, and his sinful body.
I can’t.
Because even though Roman Villani is evil and cold, a brutal monster who is incapable of love,
It only makes me want him more.



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I fold my arms over my chest. “So I guess you’re a dog person.”
She lifts an eyebrow at me. “So just like that, we get personal? This isn’t a sweet reunion, Roman.”
“I was just trying to make conversation. Look, you don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to. Hell, we don’t need to speak for the next week. But don’t mistake my questions for congeniality. I’m not looking for a friend here. I’m looking for my money. And you being here is gonna get it for me.”
“Wow, you’re a real charmer. I guess some things never change,” she says sarcastically, continuing to dance around with the dog. “You must need a stick to fight off all the ladies, huh?”
I push myself off the wall, my stomach grumbling. “Like I said before, this ain’t social, Marchella.”
“You know, it would be a lot easier for me to figure out how to deal with you if you weren’t so inconsistent.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
She nestles the puppy against her shoulder and walks toward me. “Well, let’s see. You purposely avoid telling me who you are, then you stalk me, kiss me like I’ve never been kissed in my life, drug me, and kidnap me. Then you have my brother beaten to a pulp, threaten us both with extreme torture before death.”
The corners of my lips curl upward and I let out a chuckle. “Like you’ve never been kissed in your life, huh?”
She rolls her eyes, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “That would be what you caught. I should have known,” she mutters.
“No, no, keep going. I wanna hear the rest. Don’t leave me hanging.”
“You basically hired me so I’ll go with you to that event, in essence paying me to sit tight so that my brother stays on task to get your money back. Then you rescued this puppy because you knew she meant something to me.” She shakes her head. “Completely inconsistent.”
“Well, I’m not a total dickhead, much as you’d like to believe otherwise,” I say. “Besides, it gets cold at night. The puppy should be inside. Christ only knows what she sees, or just barely escapes, when she’s creeping around Inwood at night.”
Marchella narrows her eyes, the blue much darker than it was only a few minutes ago. More turbulent, like a violent wave that’s about to consume everything in its path. “I came here hating you with every fiber of my being.”
“And so what now? Did I score any points?” I flash a half-smirk.
“Not enough to make a difference,” Marchella snips. “I just wanted to point out that your behavior for a mafia thug is bizarre as hell.”
“So I basically risked my life going into your neighborhood for nothing? Not even a fucking ‘thank-you’?”
She recoils, her eyes now wide. I guess the thought didn’t occur to her. Then her expression is eclipsed by the pent-up anger at her situation. “Let me tell you something, Roman. If you want me to kiss your ass because you did a couple of somewhat decent things after shooting me up with a drug that could have killed me, as well as making me your captive for the foreseeable future, you’re crazier than I thought!”
I grit my teeth, my hands balled into fists at my sides. Of course, she’s right. I did some pretty shitty things today, like stealing her freedom. Did I really think that finding the puppy would make her forget that I’m a vicious and somewhat unhinged killer who slapped a target on her beloved brother’s back?
Still, a little gratitude wouldn’t hurt. I did risk my life and my car.
That’s the heated side of me, the irrational side that tries to justify all of the bad.
The side that doesn’t give a damn about anything but being close to her.
I stomp across the room, my jaw tight as the puppy jumps out of her arms. She gasps as I put my hands on her hips, my fingers digging into her flesh. The puppy stares up at us as if she knew to get the hell outta dodge, then trots into the kitchen.
Electricity crackles between us, my insides sizzling at her nearness. “I don’t normally give a damn about people’s feelings,” I growl, tightening my grip on her. “People serve a purpose to me. They’re a means to an end. Period.”
“Why are you telling me that?” she says, her teeth clenched. “Do you think I’m some kind of an idiot? I know how your world works. I know you only care about your money. And I know you made this grand gesture to get on my good side so I don’t mess up your event by telling everyone what you’ve done to me, my brother, and our lives. You’re using me. Manipulating me!” She struggles against my grip, her sinful body rubbing against me in the process. It makes my blood boil, except it’s desire, not anger, coursing through me.
My pulse throbs against my neck as we glare at each other, death wishes co-mingling with a hunger that proves we share the same inner conflict.
The longing infused with hatred.
The craving that battles the disdain.
Our lips are so close together that I can almost graze them with my tongue.
The all-consuming lust blinds me, clouding my judgment and my objective.
“I’m doing what I need to preserve my organization,” I hiss. “You’re only alive right now because of what you can do for me. And you’ll go to the event as my date because I’m paying you to. But, like your brother, if you decide to fuck around, you’ll suffer the same fate as him. So don’t test me, Marchella.” I force out the words because I need to do something to show her I’m not some pathetic excuse for a leader. It’s the only way I can preserve my place, and I need to remember said place unless this whole plan goes up in smoke.
I can’t let myself be distracted by her gorgeousness, her smart mouth, or her fiery will.
All of those roads most definitely lead to hell.
Her eyes widen for a split second and she takes in a sharp breath.
Yeah, I surprised myself with that little speech, too.
It may fuel her hatred but it’ll keep me in control.
“You’re a fucking monster,” she whispers.
“I know,” I snarl. “Always remember that. You’ll survive longer.”
“Ooh,” I say in a mock scared voice. “I’m so scared.” I shove my good shoulder against his thick, muscled chest and of course, it doesn’t do a damn thing. He stays rooted to his spot and presses his fingers deeper into my flesh.
My heart thumps, blood rushing between my ears as the overwhelming urge to kiss him grabs hold of me.
The line between lust and disgust…my God, it’s almost invisible right about now.
“Don’t make me prove it to you,” he grunts. “Because I will, and you won’t want me to stop once I get started.”
I gasp. “You’re sick!”
“It’s the only way to thrive in this world, sweetheart,” he says, letting me go with a smirk playing on his lips.



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Kristen Luciani is a USA Today bestselling romance author and coach with a penchant for stilettos, kickboxing, and grapefruit martinis. As a deep-rooted romantic who loves steamy, sexy, and suspense-filled stories, she tried her hand at creating a world of enchantment, sensuality, and intrigue, finally uncovering her true passion. Pun intended…


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BEING REMADE by Lissa Bolts


BEING REMADE by Lissa Bolts (@lissabolts) NOW LIVE!

She must forge her own path to save them all…


So the entire mage world is looking for me. Who cares?

I’m not going back.

I’ve finally tasted freedom, and even though I hate that I accidentally left my sort-of-boyfriend behind, there’s no way I’m giving this up.

Not yet.

I’ve got things to do here. If I’m going to change the world, I’ll need to see it first. Preferably before Mother reduces everything to dust, waging her deadly war.

So, I’m blending in. Learning what it takes to be a regular mage. Pretending I’m not the missing heir plastered all over the news…

The only problem is, keeping my ruling powers hidden is proving tougher than I thought. The other mages? They’re starting to notice I’m different.

Sooner or later, they’re going to figure me out. And while not everyone looking wants me dead, one thing is clear. If I don’t see this mission through?

It’s game over. For all of us.



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Bondage Buddies by Golden Angel


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No strings attached is harder than it seems for Master Mitch and sweet, submissive Domi…

When Master Mitch proposes becoming friends-with-benefits, Domi can’t find any downsides to such an arrangement. As a single mom with no time for a relationship, she’s content with leaving everything about her desires at the club. And despite his playboy reputation, Mitch is definitely the kind of capable Dom who can give her everything she needs.

She’s sweet, she’s sassy, and she has an incredible ability to take everything he can give her. So why shouldn’t Master Mitch want Domi for his very own? But with each scene, Mitch is surprised to find that he craves more than just Domi’s submission. Before long, it’s clear that the pair is tied up in something more binding than either anticipated. Can Mitch convince Domi that it’s safe to trust him outside of Stronghold and Marquis?

Thank you for being my bondage buddy, I’ve really enjoyed it, but last night needed to be the last time. I’m sure I’ll see you around at the club. Take care!

Scowling, Mitch reread the ‘Dear John’ text he’d received from Domi that morning as if the bare-bones message would be able to offer up answers it hadn’t revealed the first ten times he’d read it. Seriously, what the hell? For months, they’d had what Mitch considered the perfect relationship—a non-relationship—and he’d thought Domi was on board with that. Granted, he’d figured she’d eventually want to move on, women often did, but she hadn’t shown any signs of it. 

He’d been starting to think he’d found the perfect woman—one who wanted exactly the same thing he did, in perpetuity. He hadn’t thought he’d have to find another play partner any time soon.

Hell, he didn’t want to find another play partner.

What had gone wrong?

Everything had been fine last night. He didn’t think the scene had overwhelmed her, even though it started out as a real punishment scene instead of their usual play. Punishment, fucking, a little of cuddling aftercare, and a quick kiss goodnight before they’d both gone home. Nothing stood out as different. Not until this morning when she’d texted him.

He’d smiled seeing her name on his phone and had been frowning ever since he’d read the actual message. 

“Fuck it.” 

He pressed the call button. For some reason, he couldn’t shrug off her dismissal of him the way he normally did. It felt wrong, though he couldn’t pinpoint exactly why. 

This wouldn’t be the first time a woman had broken up with him, though he had to admit it normally happened within a month or two because she either got tired of only being fuck buddies or they fell apart naturally, but he’d always seen it coming. There was a certain feel to a connection when it started to diminish. Mitch was practically an expert on that feeling. 

The connection between him and Domi hadn’t diminished at all, and if he’d been asked, he would have said they were both happily still going strong as friends-with-benefits. 

The relief he felt when Domi picked up the phone, rather than letting the call go to voicemail, was disturbingly intense. 


It was hard to tell what she felt about him calling her from one word, which had been imbued with very little inflection. 

“Hey, Domi, it’s Mitch.” He paused. Dammit. He really should have thought through what he wanted to say. “I, uh, I was just calling to make sure you’re okay.” 

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Amusement tinged her voice. “Is this about my text message? I thought I was clear.” 

“You were… I just… I wondered why, I guess. I wanted to make sure I didn’t cross any lines last night or anything.” 

“Oh, no!” The almost horrified way she rushed to reassure him he hadn’t done anything wrong loosened the tightness in his chest. It felt as though a burden he hadn’t been aware of had lifted, and now that it was gone, he could breathe a little easier. “No… I, I’m so sorry, I never meant to make you feel that way. I…” Her voice trailed off, becoming hesitant. 

“You…” Mitch supposed it didn’t matter much. If she was done with him, she was done, and he would have to deal with it. The thought of never playing with her again hurt him more than he’d expected, but he would respect her decision. 

Domi blew out her breath, the way she often did before making herself say something she wasn’t completely comfortable revealing. Mitch had heard her do it often enough, either before or after a scene when he’d wanted to push her limits. What she said next threw him for an unexpected loop. “I’m starting to fall for you.” She said it matter-of-factly, with very little emotion as if she was talking about nothing more shocking than the weather. “So, I decided we needed to break up.” 

Wait… that was his line. 

About the Author:

Golden Angel is a USA Today best-selling author, Amazon Top 50 bestselling author, and self-described bibliophile with a “kinky” bent who loves to write stories for the characters in her head. If she didn’t get them out, she’s pretty sure she’d go just a little crazy.

She is happily married, old enough to know better but still too young to care, and a big fan of happily-ever-afters, strong heroes and heroines, and sizzling chemistry.

She believes the world is a better place when there’s a little magic in it.

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Reckless Soul by Emma Creed

Title: Reckless Soul
Series: Dirty Souls MC #2
Author: Emma Creed
Genre: MC Romance
Cover Design: Rebel Ink
Release Date: May 1, 2021


‘Bound not by blood but loyalty.
We live, we ride, and we die
by our laws’

I came to them looking for my father. What I found was a brotherhood. And a life that I finally fitted into.

As Prospect I’ve proven my loyalty , gotten my hands dirty. And now, I’m ready to wear the patch. There’s just one thing standing in my way.

Ella Jackson…

Beautiful, pure and everything I never thought I wanted. She’s also Prez’s biggest secret, and the final task I’ve been set before I make the cut.

The Souls have a code, the consequence of breaking it is fatal. They call me reckless, and when it comes to her… they’re right.


Reckless Soul and all future books in the Dirty Soul’s Mc series are all a work of fiction, and all contain adult content. Due to the nature of the series you should expect to come across various subject matter that some readers may find disturbing.
Please contact the author if you require further information.

Reckless Soul is intended for readers 18+


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Emma Creed lives in England and enjoys behaving like a princess to her extremely tolerable husband all whilst raising 3 boys and mini princess in the making.

When she isn’t entertaining the voices in her head, she spends her free time with a glass of white wine and a good book. Emma has been an avid reader since she was a little girl and with a little encouragement to take the leap into writing, she discovered that she loved it.

When she isn’t locked in her writing cave making up stories she can be found chatting on social media and wasting hours scrolling through TikTok. 


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Untainted Magic


Do you love magic? What about Dark vs. Light? What about forbidden love?
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By Karen DuBose
Skye’s whole life, she has been told she was the one to defeat the dark source. She took pride in getting rid of evil. Until the coven that has been her life tries to use her for their selfish ways.
Drik’s life has been nothing but fun and games. He is spreading evil as much as he can. He knows there is a light witch that is destined to destroy him, but he has come up with a plan to change that destiny.
Wherever her light goes, his darkness will follow.
One path, one destiny, two fated
🌟🌟Tainted Magic🌟🌟
Book 2 in the Light Realm Series
By Karen DuBose
Dark Magic turned Light by Fate.
Goddess Caireen has something up her sleeve that we have to figure out what it is before it’s too late. I’m starting to think she is using us for an end game too. But for the life of me, I can’t figure out what or why. She has been meddling in human lives. From our understanding that is forbidden. I pray we figure it out before it cost us all our lives.
The only question I have is, what happens if we can’t get the balance back in order? What if we all fail? Will the world really be destroyed? If so by whom? The darkness or the Gods and goddesses.
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Her Sensual Protector by Caitlyn O’Leary

Title: Her Sensual Protector
Series: Night Storm #5
Author: Caitlyn O’Leary
Genre: Romantic Military Suspense
Release Date: March 30, 2021


The first time Navy SEAL, Leo Perez sees Daisy Squires, he is stopped in his tracks. There she was, slamming her fists on the table, making six men jump to attention in the Afghanistan embassy. It was a beautiful sight to behold. Somebody better find her kidnapped father, and fast.

At her wits end, Daisy realized she would have to rely on the special forces team to rescue her father, which killed her, shouldn’t she be doing something? Anything? To help facilitate her father’s safe return. But when Leo Perez told her to trust him, she started to believe. Maybe trust was finally an option for her.

Daisy and Leo soon find themselves immersed in a situation they never thought possible, as terrorist forces gain strength. Will their emerging love be strong enough to face the deadly forces determined to stop Daisy?




“You’re in a vulnerable state, you can’t see the forest for the trees. Seemed like a good time to stake my claim. Plus…” His voice lowered.
His eyes heated.
She shivered. “Plus what?”
“You’re sitting on a bed. In a hotel room, and…” His voice was a whisper.
He could see her eyes dilate. “And what?”
“Nobody is expecting us to be anywhere, and I’m here in front of you. Where I want to be. On my knees.”
“Bloody hell,” she moaned.
She grabbed his hair and angled her head. Her pillowy soft lips collided with his and his brain went haywire. Her tongue parted his lips and Leo relished her aggression. He wrapped his arms around her waist and stood up, taking her with him. He curved one arm under her ass and coaxed her legs around his waist, turning so that he sat on the bed. She straddled him. It was perfect.
He stroked his hands down her glossy brown hair, luxuriating in the satin feel. Then his hand drifted along her neck, slowly tracing down her soft skin toward the first tantalizing button of her linen blouse. One button undone. Two buttons undone. Then the third. And the fourth. All by touch as he continued to let her take him to dizzying heights with her kiss.
Leo had never let a woman take the lead like this. Daisy’s small hand gripped the nape of his neck, pulling him closer. He smiled against her lips when he heard a feminine growl as she clutched him even tighter. It was as if she wanted one damn thing at this moment that she could control, and if he was it, he was happy to oblige. But when she started to grind the molten heat between her thighs against his erection, it took everything in him to continue to let her command the situation.
“Daisy,” he groaned. “I didn’t bring condoms with me. They’re in my room.”
“Bad Boy Scout,” she glowered. “I’m on birth control. Are you good with that?”
His dick leapt for joy. “God yes. Are you?”
“Oh yes,” she said before she went in for another soul-shattering kiss.
He pulled her shirt open and flicked open the front clasp of her white cotton bra. Touching her breasts was like touching warm silk. He clasped the slight weight in his hand, relishing how she fit perfectly against his palm, her tight nipple throbbing against his hand, begging for a deeper touch. How could he deny her body anything? He circled her areola with his thumb, gratified at her moan of pleasure.
“More,” she gritted out.
He continued with the teasing touch, knowing what she wanted, but wanting her to ask. That had been such a fun game three weeks ago. Round and round, his thumb revolved around the soft skin, waiting…
He jerked when she bit his bottom lip, then he laughed.
“Harder,” she growled. “You know what I want. Harder.”
Once again he was happy to oblige. He dipped his head and sucked her nipple into his mouth, twirling his tongue around the tender nub. She gripped his head, trying to pull him closer, but she was no match for his strength. Her nails bit into his scalp, signaling her desire. Delicately, he bit her nipple and she groaned her satisfaction.
“Yesss. Oh, Leo. Yesss.”
He massaged her other breast, pinching and torturing the nub as she pushed her chest closer to him. She was glorious. She was going to kill him.
It was long minutes of pleasure for both of them before she shoved him away. “I want more. Clothes off now.” Her eyes glittered with desire and determination.
He lifted off the bed with her in his arms, then let her slide slowly to the floor, letting her sensuous body torture his. She reached for his belt and fumbled. Then she stopped and looked up at him.
“Fuck it. It’s too slow that way. Strip,” she commanded.
He laughed again. Laughter and loving, could it get any better?
“Aye, aye.”
He pulled his T-shirt over his head and then looked at her watching him. “No fair,” he said. “You’re not stripping, you’re just watching.”
“No woman with a pulse would blame me.” Her tongue ran across her bottom lip.
“You better strip, Woman, otherwise I’m tearing off those clothes, got it?”
She gulped. “You wouldn’t… Would you?”
“Not only that, I’d use the strips to tie you to the bed.”
Her eyes widened. He could tell she was intrigued. They didn’t have time—maybe round two. “Daisy, strip,” he ordered as he sat down on the bed to unlace his boots.
This time he got to watch.
She pulled off her shirt and bra, and he damn near fucked up the knot on his bootlace.
He looked down and got his boots and socks off in record time.
“Hurry,” she said as she skimmed out of her pants.
He got up and unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants.
“No underwear?”
He shrugged. “It’s hot in Yemen.” He looked at her in her little white lace panties. He picked her up and positioned her on the bed, then slowly, ever so slowly, slid her panties down her shapely legs.
She sucked in a deep breath, then sighed. He looked up into her eyes; she was his every dream.
“Here. Come here.” She lifted her arms toward him. Leo slid up her body so they could be chest to breast, heart to heart.
“You feel so good. I feel so safe when I’m in your arms,” she breathed into his neck.
Had any woman ever made him feel so good?
This time he started the kiss. A tender kiss, one that let her know how he felt—the care, the longing, the love. She parted her legs, her foot caressing the back of his calf. He felt the warm, wet welcome of her against his cock, but it wasn’t enough. He had to be sure.
Sliding a hand down past her taut stomach, he parted her soft folds and lightly touched her delicate bundle of nerves. She jerked hard against his fingers.
“No, don’t do that,” she begged. “I’m too close. Together. I want us to fly together.”
Her hand smoothed down his erection and guided him towards her entrance, and he was lost. He pushed home in one long glide, relishing her tight depths.
“God, Daisy, you’re killing me.”
She gasped. “My line. That’s my line.”
Her legs wrapped around him and she arched upward, taking more and more of him. She was a goddess as she reveled in the sensuality of their union. He breathed in the vanilla and orange blossom scent of her as she shared her pleasure, which reverberated back on him. Thrust after thrust in her snug, honeyed depths, robbing him of breath, he was just intent on making sure that she reached her pinnacle before he did.
Her nails scored his back as she lunged upwards.
“Leo,” she cried out, then her teeth gripped his shoulder as she shuddered beneath him, sparking his release into oblivion. His last thought was to wonder how was it possible that he felt surrounded and cared for, as if she had taken him to a place where their souls communicated as one.







Caitlyn O’Leary is a USA Bestselling Author, #1 Amazon Bestselling Author and a Golden Quill Recipient from Book Viral in 2015. Hampered with a mild form of dyslexia she began memorizing books at an early age until her grandmother, the English teacher, took the time to teach her to read — then she never stopped. She began re-writing alternate endings for her Trixie Belden books into happily-ever-afters with Trixie’s platonic friend Jim. When she was home with pneumonia at twelve, she read the entire set of World Book Encyclopedias — a little more challenging to end those happily.

Caitlyn loves writing about Alpha males with strong heroines who keep the men on their toes. There is plenty of action, suspense and humor in her books. She is never shy about tackling some of today’s tough and relevant issues.

In addition to being an award-winning author of romantic suspense novels, she is a devoted aunt, an avid reader, a former corporate executive for a Fortune 100 company, and totally in love with her husband of soon-to-be twenty years.

She recently moved back home to the Pacific Northwest from Southern California. She is so happy to see the seasons again; rain, rain and more rain. She has a large fan group on Facebook and through her e-mail list. Caitlyn is known for telling her “Caitlyn Factors”, where she relates her little and big life’s screw-ups. The list is long. She loves hearing and connecting with her fans on a daily basis.


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Grace’s Redemption by Savvi V

Title: Grace’s Redemption
Series: Redemption Road #1
Author: Savvi V
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: April 2, 2021


My hometown of sleepy, swampy Redemption, Louisiana, is as steeped in tradition as a deep notch in the southern Bible Belt, and dangerous secrets lurk as deep as its swamps. As Preacher Noel McMaster’s oldest daughter, I have always been the protector—shielding my sisters from the scorched-earth terror of his wrath. But the thing about guardians . . . sometimes they forget to live. And life becomes just a game of survival.

I survived by being invisible. A wallflower. Losing myself in the crowd and devoting myself to my family and to molding young lives.

Until I decided to take a chance, let my hair down, and cut loose in Sin City—live a little for just one night. After all, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, right?


What happens in Vegas follows you home in the form of Redemption’s brand-new Chief of Police, Mateo Beckett. My apparent partner in crime in a drunken all-nighter that I can’t remember, that may or may not have led to irrevocable consequences. The life-altering, forever kind.

And the only thing scarier than facing those consequences alone? Facing them with a stranger, just as Redemption’s darkest secrets are coming into the light . . .



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Grace slid her hand up over mine, her gaze knowing, as if she’d sensed where my wayward thoughts were going. “You okay?”
A half laugh huffed past my lips. “I’m good. Just . . . tired,” I finished lamely.
“Me, too.” She smiled wryly as she drew away, and I felt the moment passing. The dart of her eyes to take in her surroundings told me she was getting ready to bolt again.
“Not sleeping?”
“Badly,” she said with a tiny shrug. “In the chair from hell in my dad’s hospital room, waking up every hour, having weird dreams about you, then I go and fall asleep in my car during lunch, which I never do, mind you . . .” Her dark eyes flashed to mine as she rambled on. “Then Felicity comes to get me and casually mentions that her pregnant sister does that all the time, and I’m just like . . .” She stopped and narrowed her eyes. “Why are you staring at me like that?”
“You’re having dreams about me?”
Her jaw dropped and her eyes fluttered closed. “I said that out loud.”
I tilted my head in amusement. “You did.”
She shook her head. “Stop enjoying this.”
I stepped closer. “It’s really . . . unavoidable.”
She chuckled, opening her eyes and immediately averting them toward the park. “Men.” I lifted a brow. “Oh, Jesus.” She folded her arms across her chest. “Yes, alright? I’ve had . . . a couple of dreams. Does that soothe your male ego?”
I bit back a grin. “Possibly. What were they about?”
She rolled her eyes, but there was no missing the blush that crept up her ivory cheeks.
Very interesting.
I chuckled. “Really?”
“I also dream about chipmunks and tornadoes on a regular basis, so don’t get too cocky,” she said, but her head took on a flirty tilt. A flash of that same pose in Vegas filled my brain and heated my blood. “We can’t help what we dream.”
“True,” I said, running my fingertips along the skin of her folded arms and watching her breath catch. Fuck, if that wasn’t hot as hell. “But I’m betting the stormy chipmunks don’t undress you.”
She gave an adorable little scrunch of her nose. “That would be a whole new level of weird.”
“Running naked on a bridge?”
She shook her head. “Not that I can recall.”
“So . . .” I moved in so close that I could kiss her if I wanted to, and damn I wanted to. Her playful expression sobered. “Were there clothes in today’s dream? Did I take them off you?”
Her gaze dropped to my lips, then slow-strolled back up to my eyes. “Maybe,” she finally whispered, her voice low and husky.
“You can’t remember?”
She swallowed. “Maybe I don’t want to tell you. Maybe I want to keep it to myself.”
I needed to walk away, go home, go actually have that damn coffee, but this woman was killing me. I brushed a fingertip down her jaw to her throat, watching the beat of her pulse beneath her pale skin. “Share with the class, Miss M.”
She smirked. “Maybe it’s personal.”
“Personal,” I echoed as I traced that finger along her full lower lip, and nearly groaned as she darted that sweet tongue out to taste it. Shit. Things could go off the rails really damn fast, and we were in a parking lot. I slid her glasses up on top of her head, and leaned to touch her lips with mine.
Her eyes clashed with mine again.
My lips trailed over her cheek, her eyelid, her forehead, as she slowly lowered her head to rest in the hollow of my throat. “We both know Vegas was a drunk mistake.” She sighed slowly. “It means nothing.”
My heart rebelled at the very thought, even as my selfish brain shouted and fist-pumped in agreement. I knew, in the deepest parts of me, that not one thing about us was a waste. We may have collided together under the craziest of circumstances, and I may be way out of my element with her, but I’d never been one to deny the truth.
That truth was that Grace McMasters was no mistake, and the polar opposite of nothing. She was everything. Everything good, kind, sweet, sexy, funny, and infuriating all at the same time.
Nothing, my ass.
On a growl, I forked a hand through her hair and tugged her head back, making her gasp in surprise. I dropped my hungry gaze to her mouth. “Don’t ever call yourself a mistake, Grace,” I bit out just before I crashed my lips into hers, taking everything I’d been fantasizing about since the moment I saw her again in Redemption.
She melted into me instantly, giving as good as she got. Her hands slid up my chest and neck, to rake my hair and draw me closer, changing the angle of the kiss as her tongue danced with mine. Her kiss was uninhibited, wanton, as were her sexy little mewls of pleasure, and I loved every fucking second of it.
I pressed her back against her car, my hard body caging her in as I rocked my erection against her.
She moaned and pressed back, and I wanted nothing more than to take her right where she stood. Especially when her hands clawed desperately at my shirt, her hot little fingers sliding under the hem to my lower back, up my flanks, around to my abs.
Her touch triggered another memory of our first night together . . . her hands undressing me, her fingers as she went for my belt buckle . . .
I drew in a breath and pulled back as the memory washed over me, and her movements stilled.
“What?” she breathed, looking up at me for clues. “What’s wrong?” Her hands dropped. “Oh, God, what are we doing? What am I thinking?” she whispered as if to herself.
“Hey.” I grabbed her hands and kissed her knuckles, both of us still breathing heavily. “It’s okay, nothing’s wrong. I just . . .” I sighed and squeezed her fingers, careful to keep eye contact, lest my skittish little butterfly take flight. “I just had a déjà vu moment.”
“This same scenario,” I said, smirking. “Your hands on me. Bad wallpaper behind your head.”
She laughed softly. “I keep getting those, too.”
“Awake, even?”
She raised an eyebrow. “Ha.” Giving a tiny shrug, Grace tilted her head in that way of hers again, and I felt unfamiliar things tug. “I remembered something odd this morning. Did you—give me a piggyback ride down the strip? Or am I making that up?”
I pulled back to study her face as her words churned up that recollection. “Your feet.”
She laughed. “What?”
“Your feet,” I repeated. “They were sore from your shoes.”
She nodded. “Well, okay then.”
The pause between us was suddenly awkward, and I glanced around. “Probably should get out of this parking lot and go see about—”
I grinned at her smile and resisted the sudden overwhelming urge to take her lips again. “Yeah.” I couldn’t seem to pull away from her, or look away from that perfect mouth, all swollen from my kiss. “So, before we go . . . one more question, Grace. Who was your first kiss?”
Her dark eyes got wide and amused. “Oh, Lord. Wait—we’ve already had this conversation.”
“We did?”
Her gaze went far away like she was looking for something, before lighting up. “Yes! Oh, my God, yours was—Claudia?”
What the fuck?
“You used to have a speech impediment!” she gushed like the memories were pouring in faster than she could spew them. “And a pet turtle named Harriett—”
“Henrietta,” I interrupted, my jaw tight.
“Right. Henrietta. And you wrecked your first car by driving too fast to impress a girl . . . not Claudia—”
“Okay, that’s enough,” I said with a grumpy growl. “It sounds like you need to ante up.”
It was unnerving to hear I’d been that chatty. I didn’t do that. I hadn’t discussed personal shit with anyone in years. As a law enforcement officer, I didn’t want my business on the street, but also, I was a private person.
What the hell had Grace McMasters done to me, one night away from my normal life, that had me giving her everything?


Releasing August 27



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Brightly Burning Bridges by Ivy Wild

Title: Brightly Burning Bridges
Series: Kings of Capital Series (stand alone)
Author: Ivy Wild
Genre: Enemies to Lovers ~ Bully Romance ~ Second Chance
Release Date: April 2, 2021 
Cover Consultant: @ofsomanyfeels
Cover Model: Santiago Ferrari
Cover Photographer: Jarno Boom

⭐️5 burning brightly stars⭐️
An angst filled bully romance, a solid plot a well written story with wonderful perfectly imperfect characters.
~ vgreedythirstforforbidden
Gotta love a two for one in a romance book! This is a bully and a second chance romance all rolled into one!
~ Biggs_bookcase
Second chance bully love story with so much emotion and passion that will make you grab tissues while reading it ❤️❤️❤️ and I would highly recommend it with great ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
~ books_fiction_desire

He wasn’t my friend until he became my enemy.
His center is freezing cold,
and his edges burn me when I get too close.
He is everything I want and nothing I am.
They say not to burn bridges,
but he burned ours to the ground.

She is the girl who wants to be seen,
but hates being noticed.
She was my friend, my tease, my confidant.
She is pure light against all my darkness.
The reason you burn down bridges,
is to build them up stronger.

Brightly Burning Bridges is a standalone romance and part of the Kings of Capital series.

Writer of all things untamed, romantic and free, Ivy Wild never planned on becoming a romance novelist. In fact, she hated romance as a kid and was quite proud of that fact. Basically, life is weird.

Married to her own alpha hero, she currently lives in various places of the world at various times thanks to his military career.

Her current side hustle is being a lawyer.