Author CC Monroe was born in California, the city of sunshine. When she was five years old she moved to the awfully hot state of Arizona where she attended High School and College. At twenty two CC met the love of her life, her husband Todd, online. Just like her stories, the two fell fast. After four months they were engaged and married seven months later.
They reside in the snowy and mountain scenery state of Utah. CC spends her days working and her nights with her stories. A new mother, loving wife, dedicated friend and a writer with passion. CC Monroe is your newest author to love.
“When Charlotte Pringle Frost won The Party Planning Committee
three years ago, she gained name-recognition, money, and enough wealthy
clients to keep her Beverly Hills party-planning business running for
months. But when her father used all her winnings to pay off his
gambling debts, he left her with nothing but the clothes on her back and
a damaged reputation. Now she’s living in Arkansas, was just fired from
her party store cashier job, and can’t figure out how it all went
Dutton hasn’t been at his mental wellness retreat in Switzerland five
minutes when his mom calls to tell him his little sister is engaged.
Alexandria is twenty-two, and her overly tattooed fiancé fronts an
underground boy band; so much for mental wellness. It isn’t enough that
Lance has spent ten years of his life starring on Dealing with the Duttons—his
family’s reality show; now he’s expected to come home and oversee the
wedding. With multiple product lines and new endorsement deals in the
works, his family can’t afford any bad press.
Alexandria impulsively hires some random contestant she remembers from
an old reality game show to plan the wedding, all Lance sees is a
disaster in the making. It’s bad enough that the wedding is in four
weeks and his sister wants the whole process aired live, but this
Charlotte chick is cuter than he expected, and she’s messing with his
head. Suddenly he’s thinking about the future, and nothing could
possibly be worse than that.
Nothing, that is, until Alexandria tells them her ridiculous wedding theme.
the only sane people around, it’s up to Lance and Charlotte to make
this disastrous wedding a success, a nearly impossible feat that soon
has them both wondering…
Even if the wedding doesn’t work out, could they?”
After two days as his bodyguard, I was ready to throttle my principal my own damn self.
I was also covered in more sweat and filth than I’d been on my worst day ever in Afghanistan.
The duchess, meanwhile, seemed as pristine as the moment we’d landed, of course—and unfairly fucking gorgeous, not that that mattered. But then again, he hadn’t been the one schlepping all of the supplies on and off buses, up and down half-broken stairs, and into a stifling storage room at the back of the small medical building where we’d be spending the next month of our lives.
No, that privilege had been all mine ever since he’d brilliantly pulled the “grandfather card” on me. It was a card he’d been slapping down at least once an hour since we’d left Tennessee.
“Grandfather would be upset if I got a hernia.”
“Pretty sure my grandfather wouldn’t want me coming home after only a day because I strained my back hauling boxes around.”
“I would hate for you to get in trouble with your boss if I slipped and fell into that rocky ditch.”
“I wonder what my grandfather would think about a former Marine who was afraid of a little physical labor.”
That had been the straw that had broken the camel’s back, as I’m sure he’d intended. You didn’t throw down a challenge to someone’s service branch like that. It just wasn’t done.
Besides, hauling his shit kept my hands too busy to throttle the fucker… or to kiss him. And that was becoming more and more necessary as this interminable day wore on. I had thought being a jerk to him at his grandfather’s house would have helped me keep my distance from him. It would be easier not to be tempted by the beautiful, successful man if he hated me.
But instead of being an asshole back to me, he was an enticing kind of passive-aggressive. He acted like he was sweet as pie while he pursed his lips in false disappointment for having to force me to do all the grunt work.
The doctor was diabolical. And it only made me want him more. I’d watched him at the gala. The adorable way he joked with the bartender and the kind manner he had with the locals were enough to attract my notice even before I’d discovered he was my principal on this job.
But he was off-limits, so I needed to shut my attraction to him down and shove it away if I wanted to stay on my boss’s good side.
As I re-entered the main room of the clinic, I heard Carter’s cultured voice speaking to Eriko, the man who’d welcomed us to the Doctors Across Continents facility in the rural town of Gelada. “No, no, getting here on our own was no problem! Mr. Riggs—oh, and please make sure you call him Mr. Riggs, because he really enjoys that—that man is never
happier than when he’s useful. Carrying things is literally his favorite activity! Many a time I’ve tried to encourage him, ‘Mr. Riggs, please put down the box! That’s too heavy!’ but he simply refuses. ‘I’m enjoying myself too much, Dr. Rogers!’ he’ll say, and then he’ll pick up more boxes. So by all means, if you have heavy things to be moved, please don’t hesitate to ask.”
Eriko murmured a reply I couldn’t hear over the gritting of my teeth, and Carter laughed lightly.
“Oh, no. He’s not really my manservant,per se. More like a man who serves as… my assistant. And of course he’ll be happy to help transport any patients who can’t get here on their own! I daresay he’d enjoy the challenge. A few more notches on his heavy-things-I’ve-carried belt! He’s good for the physical tasks, not so much the…” He glanced up at me innocently when my boots made a sound on the floor. “Oh, speaking of the devil. Mr. Riggs, I was just telling Eriko that you’d love to help retrieve any invalid patients who need help getting to the center. Isn’t that right?”
The look on his face begged for a solid love tap from my fist. But at the same time, the look in his eyes—teasing, intensely intelligent, just like he’d been at the bar that night at the Licking-Nuthatch Gala—made me want to tap… other parts of him. Parts that would land me in serious trouble with Champ or possibly on the unemployment line, if my distraction didn’t land us in danger first.
I could not afford to like this guy.
“I think it makes more sense to stay here and assist you, Doctor. Remember the problems you’ve been having with your…” I glanced at Eriko with a grimace. “Digestion? I’d hate to leave you alone in case it comes roaring back.”
Carter’s eyes narrowed the slightest bit. I’d made up the part about the digestion problems.
Or, okay, I hadn’t made them up so much as transferred them from me to him.
“Yes, right,” he said, rather than correcting me. “You do like to clean the toilets as soon as I’m finished. Thank you for the reminder.” He turned back to Eriko. “Such a helpful boy. Don’t know what I’d do if he fell off the side of a cliff. Or whatever. Anyway, we should be ready to begin receiving patients at seven tomorrow morning. Hopefully we can prioritize the people who need to get to work.”
As Carter listened to the local man, who at this point looked like a deer caught in confused headlights, I got the lay of the land. We were in a fairly large room, maybe twenty by thirty feet. The building was made out of cement blocks, which actually provided a little break from the heat of the day. Large industrial fans that looked like they were several generations older than Eriko blew from two corners of the room, creating some much-needed ventilation. Two windows on either end of the room were covered with thick iron bars for security, and there was a similar metal security door on the front and back of the building. They were currently propped open to keep the air moving. Several locals had already poked their heads in and asked if the clinic was open yet.
“The bedroom is just there,” Eriko said, gesturing to the other door at the back of the building. I glanced over at the small room, replaying his sentence in my mind until the word “bedroom” turned plural from wishful thinking. “There is a pallet on the floor for your helper.”
I tilted my head at him. Was he trolling me?
Carter’s sparkling eyes suggested Eriko was being sincere. “Excellent! I’m sure Mr. Riggs will appreciate your kindness.”
Eriko looked very pleased. He informed Carter that someone from the community would be stopping by with our dinner and we were welcome to spend the rest of the evening setting up for tomorrow’s clinic.
“We are very grateful you are here. The people of Gelada have to travel very far to see a doctor. Many of them do not have money for the bus. When you come with your supplies and medicines… well, we are truly blessed.”
Carter’s face softened. Suddenly, I could see the doctor behind the snarky duchess. “It’s my pleasure. Thank you for having us.”
As soon as the local man was gone, closing the outer door and making sure Carter locked it from the inside, Carter’s smile disappeared.
“Aw. Someone looks like he’s having a grumpy day,” Carter remarked with fake sympathy as he passed me. “What’s wrong, Mr. Riggs? Not enough box carrying for you?”
“Just thinking that this pallet looks like it’s going to hurt your back.” I folded my arms over my chest. “Might consider hitting up the med cabinet before hitting the hay, Duchess.”
Carter didn’t even turn around and look at me. He simply said, “Duchesses don’t sleep on pallets, Mr. Riggs. This is well-known.”
Meet Lucy Lennox
Lucy Lennox is finally putting good use to that English Lit degree earned way back in the 1900s.
She stays up way too late each night reading M/M romance because she is a sucker for a good story.
May is an M/M author who lives in Boston. She spends her days raising three incredibly sarcastic children, finding inventive ways to drive her husband crazy, planning beach vacations, avoiding the gym, reading M/M romance, and occasionally writing it.
The international best-selling author of Her and The Social Affair returns with another suspenseful thriller that very well could be set in the house next door.
Mooney, a career criminal, has been in prison for nearly a decade,
quietly nursing his hatred for the jurors who put him there. One in
particular gets him through the endless days – the alluring Amy Stone.
Mooney is granted early release, he makes Amy his first priority. To
his delight, she’s even more enticing than before, and better still, she
has a lot more to lose than he’d imagined.
Mooney’s campaign of terror mounts, the police seem powerless to
protect the Stone family, who must rely on their wits to survive a
psychopath hell-bent on revenge.
Aimee craves Devin at night, but he’s the enemy. Neither are looking for love, but the two are unexpectedly matched on a kinky hookup app. What should be some no-strings-attached fun, could turn into something more. Readers who enjoy humorous and sexy reads with suspenseful moments, will love An Insatiable Eventide by TK Cherry, an enemies to lovers, erotic romance.
As a nurse, I swore an oath to help, not harm, which I take very seriously. However, I’d make an exception for Holt. My cousin’s cheating ex is a vile human being, an utter waste of oxygen.
His brother is… another matter.
One look at Devin and I’m fighting the urge to lose my inhibitions and my panties. I know it’s insane. Yet I can’t help but wonder if a little no-strings-attached fun might be just what the doctor ordered…
I know I’m not Aimee’s type, and not just because of her deep loathing for my brother. She’s willing to go toe-to-toe with me, and I am irresistibly drawn to her fiery demeanor.
Then, to my utter astonishment, we are matched on a kinky hookup app.
Could it be the uptight nurse has a freak flag she’s looking to fly? I’m down for any dirty fun she’s up for… as long as she doesn’t expect a ring in the end.
Twenty minutes into our back and forth over roleplaying, we near the bottom of our second round of drinks. I’m warm all over, and not from the alcohol.
“Let’s discuss what’s exactly on the menu,” he murmurs.
God—why does he turn me on so much?! Am I going to be able to leave here tonight in one piece?
“I’m not hungry. I told you, I already ate,” I sass, playing stupid like he had earlier. Playfully, I toss my hair off my shoulder and arch my back. His eyes turn dark, and I feel myself pooling between my thighs.
You’re fucking me up, dude…
“You know what, Brooks? You’re hot as hell and you know it.”
“The same can be said about you.”
“You ready to start a fuckship with me?”
I frown. “A fuckship?”
“A monogamous relationship that only consists of fucking.”
“I don’t know,” I utter with a smirk. “I’ve already been in one of those for about six years.”
“I’m pretty sure you went into it expecting something else. You’ll know exactly what this is between us from the jump. No more games. Only orgasms.”
Holy shit, I’ve never had a man give it to me straight like that before. It’s such a turn on.
Devin takes out his phone and awakens it. “Let’s get back to the topic of the menu. I made a few notes. How about we agree to have ten initial encounters.”
“Ten?” I squint. “Why ten?”
“I figured it’s a good number for us to reassess if we want to continue on.”
“Let’s take turns choosing the scene. You’ll pick five, I’ll pick five.”
“I’m good with that.”
“Limits… What are yours?” He brings his drink to his mouth and finishes it.
“None,” I answer succinctly.
Devin aspirates, triggering a coughing fit. As a medical professional, I shouldn’t be smiling at his expense, but I am. He takes several moments to get it under control. “Come on,” he rasps, clearing his throat. “Everyone has limits. Here’s mine: I don’t want a dildo up my ass.”
“Don’t knock it until you try it,” I volley. His answering look tells me I’m flustering him, which causes me to fight back a smile.
“Look, freak… I don’t even know you in that way yet. Baby steps.”
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About TK Cherry
You can take the girl out of Detroit, but you’ll never take Detroit out of this girl. For TK Cherry, it’s pop—not soda, and Tim Hortons over everything else. Born and raised in The Motor City, TK now enjoys little or no winters in the Carolinas. By day, she’s a spreadsheet whiz and frequent flyer. By night, she lives for keeping her loyal readers on the edge of their seats with steamy tales of happily ever after.
Join us for the cover reveal of Engage by Kate Stacy. Fans who love the K. Bromberg Everyday Heroes world will sink their teeth into this steamy, emotional romance. Keep scrolling for more details about this sexy cover.
Author: Kate Stacy
Release Date: October 21, 2021
Genres: Contemporary Romance
Trope: Unexpected Pregnancy, Marriage of Convenience, Law Enforcement, Man in Uniform
After closing one chapter of my life, I’m ready to start the next. But marrying my baby daddy’s twin brother wasn’t exactly what I had in mind.
Shane Masters isn’t the reason I came back to Sunnyville. In fact, I only returned to tell his brother that I’m pregnant with his baby. Then, I found out that he’s married, already has children of his own, and wants nothing to do with my baby.
Despite all that, I decide to settle here for a while. I’m low on funds, need regular prenatal care, and can’t keep traveling as my pregnancy progresses. And Shane? Well, he might have the answer to all my problems.
As a respected officer with the Sunnyville Police Department, I pride myself on my morals. Typically, I see the world in black and white, but not when it comes to Brooke Foster. She’s a bit of a gray area.
Usually, I’d avoid getting involved in the messes my no good brother gets himself into, but this time he’s gone too far. If cheating on his wife isn’t bad enough, he got Brooke pregnant and refuses to take responsibility. If he won’t do the right thing, I will.
Getting married is a simple solution, but it creates a whole new problem. The more time I spend with Brooke, the more I want our marriage to be a little less convenient and a little more real. Can I convince her to give me a chance, or will she always see my brother when she looks at me?
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Kate Stacy’s Engage is a steamy, emotionally-gripping contemporary romance written in K. Bromberg’s Everyday Heroes Worlds project.
Author of emotionally-gripping, contemporary romance, Kate Stacy’s novels feature sassy heroines, swoony heroes, life, love, friendship, and all the angst. When she’s not writing or spending time with her family and friends in small-town North Carolina, Kate can most likely be found nose deep in her Kindle. She stays up too late, swears too much, and loves too hard.
She kicked me in the nuts at her sister’s wedding. I vowed to make her my bride. I’m a man who gets what he wants. No matter what it takes. Punto. And I want Nicky Baldi. The only woman who said no to me. The forced to become Mafia princess who hates our kind. The firecracker that thinks she can burn me away. She tries to play me, but she doesn’t know what she’s up against. I’m Domenico Lanza, little kitten. Wait until you get a taste of what The Italian Dom can do to you…and your body. And when she learns I’m the only winner in our hate game When she submits to me, the only man she’ll ever beg and purr under, I’ll give her everything But first…revenge is in order.
Italian Dom is an enemies to lovers, age gap, forced marriage Mafia
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A nutty religious cult abducts a herd of prime gazebos (huh?) and it’s up to bumbling P.I. Mars Candiotti to rescue them. Mars, aspiring author, chronicles his quest in Jeffrey Hanlon’s comic mystery Zither.
Guided by his magically prescient IHOP waitress, Mars strives to mitigate the shocking global consequences of the gazebo heist, even though he has no idea what the word mitigate means. Mars has five Important clues with which to solve his confounding mystery: Butterscotch, John Travolta, Trombones Venetian Blinds, and Wind Chimes.
As Zither swallows its own tale, Mars finds it increasingly tricky to distinguish between real people and his rambunctious fictional characters. Zither becomes the romper room where his reality meets fantasy – and get frisky with each other.
Using his (odd) clues, Mars’ international odyssey leads to an explosive conclusion in Panama. TVs around the world tune in to watch live coverage of “Carnage in the Canal”.
Amid the lunatic havoc that is Zither there is (of course!) an epic love story as Mars meets Marian, the brainy librarian he had dreamed of. Marian says his books are “slapstick existentialism with subjective reality couched in parable”. (This is news to Mars). But is Marian real?
Is any of it real?
“Hanlon’s humor shines bright and will leave fans of such madness wanting more.” Publishers Weekly
“This zany, rollicking mystery adventure is as compelling as it is hilarious.” Independent Book Review
Nominated for the prestigious Audie Award, Best Fiction 2021
About the Author
Jeffrey Hanlon spends his time in shorts and sandals making up silly stories like Zither.