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Truly by Carmel Rhodes

TRULY by Carmel Rhodes is LIVE in Audiobook!

Narrated by Lacy Laurel! Listen today!

About Truly

The summer after senior year was supposed to be the best summer of my life.⁣⁣⁣

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It was supposed to be full of adventure and self-discovery and making love under the stars.⁣⁣⁣

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It was supposed to be about losing myself and finding my way.⁣⁣⁣

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Only, it wasn’t supposed to start like this.⁣⁣⁣

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I wasn’t supposed to go to that party.⁣⁣⁣

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He wasn’t supposed to notice me.⁣⁣⁣

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The hot jock with the trust fund and chip on his shoulder.⁣⁣⁣

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My ex-boyfriend’s half-brother.⁣⁣⁣

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Noah Tedesco is so far out of my league he might as well be playing a different game.⁣⁣⁣

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Noah wasn’t supposed to look twice at a girl like me, but he did.⁣⁣⁣

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Now that I’m on his radar, my life will never be the same.⁣⁣⁣

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Truly is a dark, coming-of-age romance that explores themes like NON-CON DUB-CON, and happily ever after. 

Meet Carmel Rhodes

Writer of words. Mother of Joy. Wife of Compassion. I like to write stories about real people who go through real shit, and come out the other side stronger. I also like to write smut. Welcome to my brain. It’s a little screwed up, but always well intended.

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Narrator Bio:

fter going to school to obtain her B.S. and M.B.A, then starting a rather large and boisterous family- Lacy Laurel dove back into literature in order to relieve stress and have a little “me” time. Once finding audiobooks and falling in love with performance all over again, she set her sights on learning the art of telling an interesting and exciting story. Naturally being the passionate person that she is she gravitated towards romance and erotica and thoroughly enjoys getting to bring stories of passion, love, loss, hunger and angst to life.

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Read Between the Stars by Natalie Parker




Title: Read Between the Stars
Author: Natalie Parker
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Lori Jackson Designs
Photo: Lindee Robinson Photography
Models: AC Parker & Shannon Lorraine
Release Date: October 14, 2021


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Ben
They say love can happen again after loss.
I’ve seen it, and I’ve heard of it, yet it still seems like a myth to me.
Maybe because I’ve never opened myself to it
But now after a friend has pulled me out of the dark void, I’m seeing signs and feelings I thought were long dead are awakening.
And I’m feeling them for Kasey.
So many things about her set her far apart from all the rest but it’s her strength I love most about her. That and her little girl, Luna.
She deals with her own struggles like a champ but do I want to add the complication of loving a widower to her life?
While I’m skeptical at first, with each passing day, the more I believe that there’s nothing she can’t do.

Kasey
Men sure have a way of making me regret trusting them.
Besides, I have enough to deal with being a single mother while battling my own demons.
So it’s just me and my daughter. It’s better that way. She’s my best buddy and she’s enough.
Would I like her to have a father and maybe even someone to love me too?
Definitely.
So I go on dates, hoping one will lead to someday meeting my daughter, but none of them have proven themselves worth the risk of shaking the foundation of the stable lifestyle I’ve built for her.
But I’m faced with an unexpected challenge when I start to fall for a guy that’s already been introduced to her. A great guy, with a past of his own.
Can he rebuild his broken soul and see me and Luna as his future?
I want to believe he can.







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EXCERPT

Ben

We lie on our backs, staring up at the ceiling, Kasey’s head using my arm as a pillow while my fingers lightly tickle the skin of her shoulder. After coming inside her, I waited for that urge to bolt to come, and sure enough, it didn’t. Instead, I planted kisses all over her face and pulled her close to me. Even totally sated, I still wanted as much of her skin touching mine as possible; to breathe her in and bask in our own little world.
“Can I ask you a question?” she murmurs, her voice low and content.
“You just did,” I tease, and she lets out a scoff. “Okay, go ahead,” I say, surprised at myself. For several years, the last thing I wanted was for anyone to ask me anything about myself. I wanted to be left alone, to blend into the background. After making love with Kasey, some heavy darkness lifted off of me and I realize I want her to know me.
“Why five years?”
I roll my head to the side to look at her.
“I mean, was that intentional?” she clarifies.
I shake my head gently before answering.
“No. No it wasn’t intentional. I just… I knew it would be a while – a long while. And I figured when I was ready I would know it, and that would be it. I just didn’t expect it to take that long. I got so used to my own company that I stopped waiting.”
“How did you know tonight?” she asks, eyes still on the ceiling, avoiding making contact with mine. I turn on my side to face her, cuing her to look at me, her eyes searching; hoping.
“I felt it,” I whisper down at her. “I’ve been feeling it with you for weeks Kasey, and tonight when we kissed, I just knew. Everything inside of me wanted you, to be close to you, and I couldn’t stand the idea of not making love with you.”
She doesn’t answer with words, but rather with a soft, loving look as her hand comes up to cup my cheek. “Your turn,” I smile down at her and she lifts a shoulder in a shrug, clearly uncomfortable.
“I don’t know, I… I hardly ever make it past a second date with anybody.”
“How come?” I ask as I trace a finger around the skin of her bare chest.
“I don’t let any of them meet Luna unless I’m sure there’s a future, and unfortunately, so far all of them haven’t been patient or understanding enough.”
So she’s gone without intimacy for so long because she puts her child’s needs above her own wants.
“You’re one hell of a mom, you know that?” I say, and she lets out a sigh.






AUTHOR BIO

Natalie Parker resides in the Seattle area with her husband and two rugrats, but is originally a Michigan girl.
She always enjoyed writing and noticed she had a knack for it while earning her Psychology degree and has always been an avid reader, but never thought of becoming an author until one day there seemed to be a story to tell.
In her spare time, she enjoys reading, reading, reading to her kids, drinking coffee, reading, occasional yardwork, reading, listening to music, reading and writing.
Stay tuned for more to come for your favorite characters of the Turn it Up series!



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Dellucci Mafia Duet by Clarissa Wild



Dellucci Mafia Duet
Author: Clarissa Wild
Genre: Dark Mafia Romance



SOLD
Releasing September 27

Sold to the mob boss, now she becomes his prey.

I am Marcello Dellucci, new don of the Dellucci Mafia.
And my devilish reign over the city has only just begun.

But when a beautiful girl steps onto the auction stage I forget everything I’m supposed to be.
I want to claim her, no matter the cost.
So I buy her body and take everything she has to give.

Now she’s my pet, my Kitten… My Harper.
And I’m not ever letting her go.

She’s more precious than even she knows.
And our dark pasts are more connected than either of us realize.

I will ruin anyone who dares to take her from me.
Nothing will stand in between us.

Not even her.







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EXCERPT

The girl on the stage is begging me with her eyes. She might not admit it out loud, but she wants me to win and buy her. To take her away from these nightmarish men.
So I fucking will.
Soon, she’ll belong to me, and I’ll do with her as I please. I’ll take her home and make her my pet. I’ll engrave every inch of her body into my mind. I’ll get to taste her pussy and feast on her breasts.
Most importantly, I’ll make her ache for my cock until she begs me to take her.
I don’t even look at anyone else but her as I speak the words, “One million.”
The room fills with audible gasps as though I said something forbidden. Unthinkable.
And I did.
All the money I was saving for those fucking guns will be spent on a simple girl. At least, that’s what these men around me would say.
But to me, she is no ordinary girl. And I will gladly pay the price for this jewel.




OWNED
Releasing October 4

She escaped the mob boss, but he will always find his pet.

My name is Harper, but to him I’m only Kitten.
When Marcello Dellucci bought me from the auction, my life was destroyed.
Locked away in his mansion, I became his precious pet.

His needs are twisted.
His kisses are dangerous.
And his touch makes me come alive.

But I can’t ever fall for this mafia man.
This man who lied.
Betrayed.
Hurt.
Killed.
All for me.

So I run, as fast as I can.
But I know I’ll never escape his grasp.
Sooner or later he’ll come to claim what already belongs to him…
My heart.







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AUTHOR BIO

Clarissa Wild is a New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author of Dark Romance and Contemporary Romance novels. She is an avid reader and writer of swoony stories about dangerous men and feisty women. Her other loves include her hilarious husband, her two crazy but cute dogs, and her ninja cat that sometimes thinks he’s a dog too. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, playing video games, reading tons of books, and cooking her favorite meals.

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WILDE by Abby Brooks & Will Wright

 Release Date: September 20

Black sheep. Rebel. Bad boy.

I’ve been called that and worse. Even deserved it a time or two.

I’m not all bad—just misunderstood. Cut from a different cloth. My family doesn’t get what makes me tick and I’m tired of trying to make them see.

So, I’m getting the hell out. Out of this small-town way of life, and out of this family. Bags packed. One way ticket purchased. There’s only one problem.

Her.

Or if you want to be specific, the baby she’s carrying.

She swears it’s mine. With any other woman I’d laugh her right out the door.

The trouble is, I think this one is telling the truth.

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Meet Abby Brooks

Abby Brooks is a romance author who lives with the love her life and their three kids in a small town in Ohio. 

She loves dancing in the kitchen, laughing with people she loves, and reading way too late into the night. 


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All Things Small by Norman B. Schwartz

Title: All Things Small
Author: Norman B. Schwartz
Genre: Literary
Release Date: March 22, 2021


In the back streets of Old Rome, near the famous Bernini monument, The Fountain of the Four Rivers, La Dolce Vita turns from sweet…to sour. A naïve American tourist gets involved with poets, the Mafia, an opera singer, a movie star, and a film being shot at Cinecittà.

In the grand tradition of Mark Twain, Norman B. Schwartz recounts the comic misadventures of an innocent abroad-neither an Ugly American nor a Quiet one-but someone young who soon learns that within the Eternal City one cannot stay that innocent for long.





On the carpet in her bare feet, she went to her enormous guardaroba and removed a pair of bedroom slippers with a cat’s face and whiskers,

then went over to another highly waxed commode and pushed a button. A record player, the latest changer, slid out, and dropped a disc that

plopped into place on the turntable. “I bet you like classical, right? You’re the cultured type.”

 

“I like your music, Miss Roni.”

 

“You know my work?”

 

“Of course, I do. I love old movies.”

 

“Not that old for god’s sake!” The needle fell on the beginning of the disc and played one of her most famous duets with her leading man of the

’30s. “Just like old wine,” she noted. “Only now too much cork has fallen into the bottle.”

 

“You still sing beautifully, Miss Roni.”

 

“How do you know? You’re just being nice. I could have stayed at the Met for the rest of my life, you know,” she continued, sipping at the

spumante. “Toscanini said I was the best Gilda he ever had, maybe not for the singing, lots of the gals around in those days could hit all the notes,

but for my presentation. If you’d seen me on stage and watched how I cracked up, you would have sworn that after every show they would have

had to cart me off to the loony bin. But that was only acting. Well, mostly. All sopranos are slightly ditsy to begin with. If we don’t start out like that,

we end up that way.”

 

“How come you decided to stay in Hollywood, Miss Roni, if you don’t mind me asking?”

 

“Why should I mind? The bucks, Nate, the big ones. What else? And the fans, of course. God, if you could have seen the mail my Ricky and I

got back then! Bags and bags of it. I had to hire a couple of temps just to forge my autograph on all the stills we sent out. Maybe I’ll have another

drink. Pop one open for me.”

 

Nathan went back to the mini-bar and twisted off the top of another bottle, pouring it carefully into a wineglass. “It’s not really the right glass,

Miss Roni. I don’t see any flutes.”

 

“The hell with flutes,” she answered, lifting her wineglass exactly the way she had done so in so many of the operetta films made a quarter of a

century ago. “Here’s mud in your eye, Nathan.”

 

“And lots of mud in yours, Miss Roni.”

 

“Drop the miss, please. You’re making me feel older than my movies.” As Roni sipped at her spumante, Nathan guessed he would now be

obliged to listen to at least an hour’s worth of Hollywood gossip, much of it confessed before in the car.

 

“Do you know the expression in vino veritas?” she asked.

 

“Yes, Roni, I do.”

 

“He was a Nancy boy. I don’t tell everybody that, but I’ll tell you.” She was talking about her famous co-star Ricky, Erik Muller, the tall, muscular

tenor with the wavy blond hair with whom she had made many films.

 

“The girls were all crazy about him, used to tear his clothes off his back, but he couldn’t care less. He was living with some old Nazi up in Benedict

Canyon, the ugliest little man I ever saw, believe me, but god how Ricky loved that kraut. That guy got him started at some opera house in Munich

and Ricky never forgot. That I’ll say for him. Not like the rest of them out there. He knew gratitude.”

 

As the record continued to play their famous duets, tears appeared in her eyes, but she made no sound. Nathan rushed for a leather box beside

her bed, one with the hotel’s monogram imprinted on its top, pulled out a Kleenex, and handed it to her. “Maybe I should go now, Roni.”

 

“Why?”

 

“Wouldn’t you’d prefer to be alone?”

 

“Alone? Why?”

 

“To be with your memories.”

 

“Hell no! What good are they anyhow? Memories only make you feel rotten. Sit down. You keep me company, or I’ll tell him. Open yourself

another bottle.”

 

As the afternoon wore on, the sun hidden behind the hills of Rome, Roni moved over to a divano in her bedroom, a small couch upholstered

in velvety silk with many tasseled cushions. “Come sit next to me, Nate. It’ll make me feel less lousy.” He did as told. “You have nice eyes,” she said.

 

“One is brown and the other’s green, has anyone ever told you? Tell me something, Nate. Be honest. Am I an old bag, or am I not? I looked like my

Aunt Rosella in the rushes today. I swear that Hungarian is out to get me.”

 

“You’re a very beautiful woman, Roni. Everyone says so.”

 

“But do you say so?”

 

“Of course.”

 

“The guys at the studio who ran the costume department used to say I had better legs than Marlene or Betty. But they never let me show them

on screen. In my pictures, I was always the virgin. Sometimes the virgin who went crazy, sometimes the one who got the guy in the end, but no matter

what I was always dressed the same. I wore more long dresses than the Queen. Victoria.” She lifted up her still shapely leg from under the

hem of her dress. One slipper fell mutely onto the heavy carpet. The eyes of the cats glared up at him. She put one foot on Nathan’s crotch.

As Nathan only realized in retrospect many years later, he was about to take another small step on the long journey that had begun that summer

day when he had ordered two pastas. Yet, at the moment itself, he heard a sharp explosion. Not the sound of a car backfiring on the street

below, or another bottle of spumante being popped, but a presentiment of what might happen to him should the elevator doors suddenly fly open

and Mr. Fortuna, pistol in hand, come through the door. Actual or imaginary—did it matter?—it was enough to start his teeth chattering, his hands

shaking. He spilled his spumante onto the Persian carpet.

 

“Oh, shit!” he cried, pulling tissues out of the box. “I’ll mop it up.”

 

“Leave it. Leave it! It’ll dry. Why are you shivering?” She instructed him to shut the terrace door he had left open and then return to the

bedroom, which gave him enough time to get up from the sofa and return to the marble table in the sitting room where he had left his chauffeur’s

cap beside the magazines. The cap seemed to be telling him something:

 

“If you know what’s good for you, pick me up now and get the hell out of here. Subito!

 

Looking at himself in the gilt-framed mirror, he adjusted the cap on his head and raised his voice so she could hear him in the bedroom.

 

“Roni. Miss Roni,” he said. “I think I better be going. It’s not that… I don’t want to be rude or anything like that. I’m very honored to know

you, I really am. It’s just that I’m not very experienced in these matters. I have to think this over for a bit… a long bit.”

 

Roni, now completely barefoot, empty wineglass in hand, came out into the sitting room.

 

“Are you telling me you want to go?”

 

“Yes, ma’am. Yes, Roni.”

 

“OK, but if I were you, I wouldn’t push the elevator button yet.”





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Forged in Magical Fire by Brenda Trim


 

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Guess who just discovered her Phoenix lineage? I’d rather go back to just being cursed. Hot flashes have nothing on bursting into flames…

Imps are taking over Cottlehill Wilds, wreaking havoc at every turn. Chasing them around my store with unreliable magic, while not alerting the mundies, is harder than raising twins.

To make matters worse, the target on my back has never been bigger since I killed the demon our resident psychopath summoned. Car bombs and ambush hoards? Someone really wants me out of the picture.

And wouldn’t you know that Fate has decided to mess with whatever is developing between me and Thanos just as I finally decided to open up to him.

Bad news for all the haters: it’s going to take more than a car bomb, a trip to the Underworld, and a dip in the River Lethe to get under my lightly wrinkled skin. With a top-of-the-line moisturizer and a fully charged fire extinguisher, I’ve got this too.

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About Brenda:
Brenda loves everything paranormal. She has co-authored over twenty-five books in the best-selling Dark Warrior Alliance series, as well as the Hollow Rock Shifters series. She also has best-selling solo titles readers are raving about.

Brenda created worlds that feature dangerously handsome heroes and feisty heroines. With the help of popcorn and candy, she takes dragons, fairies, witches, vampires, and so much more and brings them to life. She lives in Texas with her husband and three kids who fuel not only her heart but her life.

If she’s not writing, she’s reading, traveling, or knee-deep in projects with her husband and five sisters. She encourages readers to Dream Big. If your dreams don’t terrify and electrify you then they aren’t big enough!  

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Love-Haight Case Files, Book Two



Supernatural beings are willing to fight for their legal rights!

Since the Summer of Love, the Haight-Ashbury district of San Francisco has been known for attracting weird and unconventional souls, but things got even stranger when the monsters moved in. 

Magic has returned to the world and with it a host of supernatural creatures—not just vampires and ghosts, but sentient gargoyles, ghouls, sprites, faeries, and more. The frightened citizenry, holier-than-thou bigots, headline-seeking reporters, and harried police refer to them as OTs (Other-Than-Humans), but Thomas Brock and Evelyn Love believe even supernatural creatures have legal rights. 

Delve into their case files for a genre-bending mix of mystery, horror, suspense, thrills, courtroom drama, and romance. The city’s OT element is sometimes malevolent, sometimes misunderstood, and often discriminated against. Brock and Love represent them all, dead, undead, or alive—whatever the case, whatever the species. 


**Winner of three prestigious Silver Falchion Awards **

for mysteries, thrillers, and suspense novels: Best Fantasy, Best Urban Fantasy, and Best Multi-Genre Novel. 


ASIN: ‎ B098K6SG49
Publisher: ‎ Craig Martelle, Inc (September 20, 2021)
Publication date: ‎ September 20, 2021
Language: ‎ English
Genre: Paranormal Mystery Thriller
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About the Authors:

Jean Rabe:

USA Today best-seller, Jean Rabe's impressive writing career spans decades, starting as a newspaper reporter and bureau chief.
From there she went on to become the director of RPGA, a co-editor with Martin H. Greenberg for DAW books, and, most notably, Rabe is an award-winning author of more than forty science fiction/fantasy and murder mystery thrillers.
She writes mysteries and fantasies, because life is too short to be limited to one genre–and she does it with dogs tangled at her feet, because life is too short not to be covered in fur.
Find out more about her at http://www.jeanrabe.com, on social media, or sign-up for her newsletter here: https://jeanrabe.com/sign-up-for-my-newsletter/



Donald J. Bingle

Donald J. Bingle is the author of eight books and more than sixty shorter works in the horror, thriller, science fiction, mystery, fantasy, steampunk, romance, comedy, and memoir genres, including the Dick Thornby Thriller series (Net Impact; Wet Work; Flash Drive), Frame Shop, a murder mystery set in a suburban writers’ group, Forced Conversion, a near future scifi thriller, GREENSWORD, a darkly comedic eco-thriller and (with Jean Rabe) The Love-Haight Case Files, Books 1 & 2, a paranormal urban fantasy series about two lawyers who represent the legal rights of supernatural creatures in a magic-filled San Francisco. He also edited Familiar Spirits, an anthology of ghost stories. More on Don and his writing can be found at http://www.donaldjbingle.com. Sign-up for his newsletter here: https://www.donaldjbingle.com/newsletter-sign-up
 
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Dungeon Daddy by Golden Angel


 

Read on for a spicy, NSFW sneak peek of Dungeon Daddy by Golden Angel!

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As life happens, happily-ever-after gets harder to hold on to…

Two kids and two busy careers have taken their toll on Jax and Esther Johnson. Muddling through the middle of their lives, this Daddy Dom and his sweet and sassy babygirl have been in a rut for a long time. Esther knows motherhood and age have changed her body, and she’s never been the sophisticated type that her husband spends time with all day at work. Worried that Jax is moving on to younger, greener pastures, Esther begins a campaign to win back her husband.

There’s just one problem: when Jax notices his wife is no longer acting like herself, he begins to assume the worst.

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JAX
Jax opened the door, and immediately emptied his lungs. It felt like someone had punched him straight in his gut, forcing all the air out of his body, as he stared at his wife.

At least, he thought it was his wife. It looked like her, mostly, except it was Esther as he’d never seen her before.

The only time she’d worn this much make-up had been for their wedding day, and she hadn’t had those dark, smoky eyes or a bright red lip. Her hair was down, some of it hanging over one shoulder and nearly touching the lacy top of her bra. The black lace
over her creamy skin made it clear that there was nothing behind the lace. Nope. He could see right through it.

She looked like a sex kitten, complete with the pose, and Jax had to blink several times to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating. Esther smiled.

“Welcome home.” Even her voice was a little different, lower and smoother. What the hell was going on?

“Well, hello.” He finally got some words out, giving his head a little shake as he tossed his jacket and tie onto the dresser, kicking the door shut behind him. “You look amazing.”

She did, even though he wasn’t sure he liked the new look. But Jax knew better than to say that out loud. If she liked it and it made her feel good, that was what mattered. Him feeling like she didn’t look like his wife… Those words sure as hell weren’t going to pass his lips.

Stepping forward, he ran his gaze over her body appreciatively. Not his favorite kind of lingerie, but hey, lace was lace and he could appreciate Esther in anything.

“Thank you.” Real relief was in her voice and eyes, and he realized she wasn’t as sure of this new look as she was pretending to be. So why had she done it? Because he knew this must have been what she and Jen had been up to this evening. He doubted Esther had asked their daughter to help her pick out lingerie, but definitely the make-up…

“Is this all for me?” he asked, putting his hands on her waist and running them up and down her sides. His cock stirred with interest.

Damn. When was the last time they’d had sex? It had been a while.

“You know it.” Esther stepped into him, rubbing herself against him, and Jax’s cock jerked to life, quickly thickening now that his mostly naked wife was pressed up on him. She breathed in deeply, wrapping her arms around his neck, her nose nuzzling against his skin, and Jax groaned, sliding his hands down from her sides to cup her ass – holy shit, she was wearing a thong. His cock jerked against her soft stomach.

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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Summer Storms

Title: Summer Storms

Author: Thomas Grant Bruso

Publisher: NineStar Press

Release Date: 09/20/2021

Heat Level: 2 – Fade to Black Sex

Pairing: Male/Male

Length: 39900

Genre: Contemporary, LGBTQIA+, high school, grief, coming of age, hurt/comfort, harassment

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Description

Sixteen-year-old Earl Layman is going stir-crazy. Secluded with the flu inside the four walls of his home and only the escape of his video games to help him through, Earl is struggling to keep his sanity. That is until he notices the boy next door, seventeen-year-old Rex Chambers, raking leaves in the adjacent yard. Earl’s summer is about to change. Before another torrential rainstorm hits the small upstate New York town of Betham County, they meet during an awkward cell phone exchange. As they start to connect through occasional texts, Earl and Rex enter the throes of adolescent lust. In the early stages of forging a lasting connection, their family situations threaten to destroy all they are working for.

Excerpt

Summer Storms Thomas Grant Bruso © 2021 All Rights Reserved EARL Earl was a funny name for a sixteen-year-old boy. It reminded Earl of an older man, like his late uncle Fred who died when Earl was two years old. As he stared down at a photo album spread open across his lap, the pictures of his uncle Fred and family reminded him of a conversation he’d had with his mother years before about death and dying. Earl ran a finger over a photo of his uncle smiling back at him from beneath the glossy sheet of paper: white buck teeth, dark-brown eyes, thinning blond widow’s peak, and a handlebar moustache. Earl had pulled the album out of storage when memories of his life in Jessup, New York, resurfaced while he was sick from school this week. He flipped through scads of photos, faces from yesteryear, as he wiped his moist eyes with the back of his hand, reminiscing. The idea to trek down memory lane came clear to Earl when he’d had a silent, reflective moment about his own life—his purpose, and who he was. Six years ago when his family was living in a tiny, two-bedroom duplex in the small town of Jessup, before they moved to Betham County, Earl and his mother had a long conversation about life and death. Earl asked the most obvious question: “Why does everybody have to die?” “Even the good guys like Uncle Fred die,” she’d said. The conversation with his mother had been triggered by his finding their cat, Shells, unresponsive, just after he’d stumbled out of bed early one morning to use the bathroom. Shells was lying on the floor, curled up in a corner. Earl crouched next to her and ran his hand through her soft black-and-white fur. She did not move, so Earl yelled for his parents. He recalled the sad expressions on their faces when they came running to him. Earl cried when he and his father had to bury Shells in the backyard, a fragment of memories now many miles behind them. Earl had sat with his mother that morning as she answered his questions, the importance of death, and the grief that comes with losing life’s precious things. “Like Uncle Fred and Shells,” she’d said, “everything and everybody has a purpose. That’s why it’s important to love and care for everyone and everything, people and animals, every day. It’s sad to lose a pet or a family member, but it’s also natural and part of life.” “Are you and Dad going to die like Uncle Fred and Shells?” “One day. But not for a long time.” His mother’s hug, the safety of her warm embrace, made Earl happy. After saying goodbye to Uncle Fred and Shells, Earl never wanted to let go of his parents. They were all he had. Now, on this morning in early May, Earl’s thoughts returned to his past. He stared at the photos wedged beneath the glossy plastic sheets of film in the photo album. He took a breath as he turned through pages of smiling faces—his family members in various pictures. He smiled back, deep in thought, tears falling and blotting the top of the album. A rattling of glass bottles jarred his concentration, pulling him out of his momentary trance. He set the photo album on his bed and went to the window, gazing out into another sweltering day. Though gray clouds buckled beneath a darkening May sky that promised another rainstorm, the air was thick like clam chowder. He was at home, sick from school for the third day this week, if his fever didn’t break. Earl had been bedridden with nowhere to go. He checked his cell phone for messages—from anybody. He missed human contact from his class friends, especially his best friend, Andy Gelman. Traffic hummed along on the main artery of Betham County, a street over, and Earl caught a glimpse of a woman walking her dog. A young bicyclist pedaled to class. And the boy next door, Rex Chambers, on whom Earl had a small crush, bagged recycling for weekly pickup. Rex looked up at him, waved, and smiled. “Mornin’.” He placed the recycling bin by the side of the street and ambled to the fence separating the yards. Earl’s face flushed; his skin tingled. Maybe it was the flu, or he was just feeling embarrassed. Shy. Staring at the cute guy who rode his mother’s motorcycle to school every morning this year made Earl light-headed. “Cat got your tongue?” Rex yelled up from the neighboring yard, pulling the motorcycle away from where it was leaning against the fence and reaching for the helmet hanging on the handlebars. “You need a ride to school?” “I…um…” Rex tossed the black Darth Vader–like helmet back and forth in his hands like a basketball. His dark hair was slicked with a generous amount of gel, and his angelic eyes and chiseled face set the cogwheels in Earl’s rusty thoughts in motion. “I haven’t seen you around this week. Where’ve you been?” Rex asked. Earl grinned back at the tall, handsome boy. Was Rex keeping track of how many days I’ve been out of school? “I’m sick.” “Another day, then?” Earl nodded, lifted a hand to wave. “See you around.” “If you need anything, let me know.” Earl bit down on his bottom lip. He couldn’t believe the boy next door had talked to him; he did not know Rex well. They didn’t talk every day, and when they passed each other in the hallway at Betham County High, Earl was too nervous to speak to him or engage him in conversation. He’d smile at the gorgeous guy, but it was a brief moment in his long day. A fleeting exchange of waves or grins, and both young men went their separate ways. The only class Earl and Rex shared was study hall. But by ninth period, Rex usually ditched the boring forty-five-minute class to take off on his motorcycle and ride around town. “Feel better!” Rex yelled up to him. He put the helmet on, swung his leg over the cycle and started the engine. “I’m off! Another boring day at Betham County High.” Earl looked away and smirked.

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Meet the Author

Thomas Grant Bruso knew at an early age he wanted to be a writer. He has been a voracious reader of genre fiction since he was a kid. His literary inspirations are Dean Koontz, Stephen King, Ellen Hart, Jim Grimsley, Karin Fossum, Sam J. Miller, Joyce Carol Oates, and John Connolly. Bruso loves animals, book-reading, writing fiction, prefers Sudoku to crossword puzzles. In another life, he was a freelance writer and wrote for magazines and newspapers. In college, he was a winner for the Hermon H. Doh Sonnet Competition. Now, he writes book reviews for his hometown newspaper, The Press Republican.

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