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He’s not called Black Douglas for nothing.
In fact, the reason for his name is nothing short of grim.
James Douglas has a heart as black as his name. When his king commands him to wed the daughter of a fallen laird, can the fair Tosia Fraser tame the beast of the Highlands?
Discover this stunning Scottish romance today!

James Douglas prides himself on his uncanny military strategy over the English sassenachs, and he soon finds himself at the right hand of King Robert the Bruce of Scotland. But the king and his kinsmen worry that James’s darker side will consume him.

The king finds an ideal solution. Get the Black Douglas a wife to help ground him and salve his soul.

Tosia Fraser doesn’t know it, but she is the daughter of a powerful laird and staunch ally to the Bruce. To reward the fallen Laird Fraser’s fealty and assure the future of Tosia, the king betroths her to the man whose name strikes fear into the hearts of all who hear it.

The idea of marrying such a beast makes Tosia’s knees weak, but as she gets to know the man behind the beast of Black Douglas, her legs are weak for another reason. When he weds her, James uses his beastly skills to ignite their bed, and Tosia’s heart, on fire.

James Douglas does have a heart, and he swears it to Tosia. It turns out the beast of Scotland can be tamed.

But life is precarious during the Scottish War of Independence, and even though Douglas has led the Scots to a series of victories, this doesn’t mean he will always return to Tosia’s side. Especially when a spy alerts Tosia to a trap laid by the English to kill the Bruce and her Black Douglas.

Armed with this news, Tosia is willing to risk everything, even her own life, to make sure James always returns to her.
In this eighth and final book in the Glen Highland Romance series, all the clan come together to join the Bruce in his march across Scotland. Amid the chaos of the war and the clans, Tosia and James cling to the slender thread of hope that they will survive to head into the future together.

Or will that thread be cut far too soon for them?

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The Dirty by Giulia Lagomarsino

Title: The Dirty
Series: A Good Run of Bad Luck #2
Author: Giulia Lagomarsino
Genre: Small Town Romance/Action Adventure Romance
Release Date: October 4, 2021 

5 Star Goodreads Review – “The Dirty is a fantastic addition to the A Good Run Of Bad Luck series and Nathan and Penny’s story.”
5 Star Goodreads Review – “This book was soooo much fun to read. The characters come alive for me every book I read by Giulia Lagomarsino.”

I always dated for fun. In my job, I didn’t have time for anything serious, but that all changed in the blink of an eye. I was looking for Mrs. Stark, and I just found her. Reserved, sexy, every fantasy wrapped up into one beautiful package. But there’s a side to her I never saw coming.

Everyone thinks I’m a good girl, and for the most part I am. I have a great job, I follow the rules, and I never cause trouble. At least, not outside the bedroom. When I met Nathan, his demeanor immediately screamed that he needed a release, and I was about to give him one

I’m a stay at home mom that loves to read. Some of my favorite titles are Pride and Prejudice, Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, and Horatio Hornblower. I started writing when I was trying to come up with suggestions on ways I could help bring in some extra money. I came up with the idea that I could donate plasma because you could earn an extra $500/month. My husband responded with, “No. Find something else. Write a blog. Write a book.” I didn’t think I had anything to share on blog that a thousand other mothers hadn’t already thought of. I decided to take his challenge seriously and sat down to write my first book, Jack. I was surprised at how much I enjoyed writing. From there, the stories continued to flow and I haven’t been able to stop. I hope my readers enjoy my books as much as I enjoy writing them. Between reading, writing, and taking care of three small kids, my days are quite full.

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Claimed by the Moon by LP Dover

Title: Claimed by the Moon
Series: Royal Shifters Novel
Author: L.P. Dover
Genre: Paranormal Shifter Romance
Release Date: September 28, 2021

In his 200 years of life, Zayne Lyall has made his share of enemies. The most ruthless of all being Knox Channon, who seeks vengeance for a pack war that took place over a hundred years ago.

To gain information he can use to bring Zayne down, Knox reconnects with Amelie Graye, a past love who joined the Royal pack Zayne belongs to. Unfortunately, Amelie doesn’t know much about the royal arctic… despite a longing within her to be near him.

Amelie and Knox have a tumultuous past that ended after she and her family went rogue following an attack by the Sierra pack. While she has no details to offer about Zayne, Knox sniffing around her leaves his inner wolf snarling.

More than anything Zayne wants to charge in and protect the woman his heart aches for. But he has a secret… and it could cost him everything. Amelie is his fated mate. If Knox were to discover this, he would know hurting her would be the key to destroying Zayne. Torn between his desire to claim Amelie as his own and his ferocious passion to protect her, can Zayne find a way to bring down his malicious enemy? Or will an age old vendetta rob him of a blissful future with his bonded mate?

I watch Colin and Zayne on the back porch, and it’s hard not to notice how handsome Zayne is. He’s over a hundred and fifty years older than me, but he doesn’t look a day over thirty. His beard is short and well-kept, maybe even slightly rugged. He’s not your typical wolf. But, I’m not going to lie, he fascinates me.

Colin walks in through the back door, and I turn away to make it look like I wasn’t staring. I figured Zayne would follow him, but when the door doesn’t open again, I peer over my shoulder to see him still on the deck, his attention turned to the mountains.

“Is he coming in?” Kami asks Colin.

“Oh, yeah,” Colin answers. “He said he just needs a minute.”

Colin busies himself with helping Kami, but I can’t take my eyes away from Zayne. An idea pops into my head, and I smile. Moving over to the wine, I fill up my glass and turn for the door.

“Where are you going?” Kami asks.

I wink at her over my shoulder. “You say people love talking to me, so I’m going to see if it’s true.”

Her eyes widen. “You’re going out there?”

Both her and Colin stare at me as if I’m about to walk into the lion’s den. But, then again, that doesn’t scare me. Nothing does anymore. Zayne’s just a wolf who doesn’t like to socialize with people. Unfortunately for him, I’m not going to give him a choice.

“Hopefully, he doesn’t leave me hanging,” I say, backing up out of the room.

Their mouths gape, but they don’t try to stop me. When I get to the door, I take a deep breath and walk outside. Zayne tenses when I step onto the deck, but he doesn’t acknowledge me. I move closer, but there’s about three feet of distance between us. Bringing the wine to my lips, I slowly sip some down, wondering if he’ll speak to me first. Of course, he doesn’t, but that doesn’t shock me.

Turning my body toward him, I smile and wait for him to look at me. “I’m Amelie. I don’t think we’ve been formally introduced. I’m a good friend of Laila’s.”

Being around royals is always interesting. Zayne slowly turns his head my way, and it’s the first time I’ve noticed how blue his eyes are. I can feel his power more so than any other wolf I’ve been around. He’s strong.

“I know who you are,” he says, his voice low in that sexy sort of way. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author L. P. Dover is a southern belle living in North Carolina with her husband and two beautiful girls. Everything’s sweeter in the South has always been her mantra and she lives by it, whether it’s with her writing or in her everyday life. Maybe that’s why she’s seriously addicted to chocolate.

Dover has written countless novels in several different genres, including a children’s book with her daughter. Her favorite to write is romantic suspense, but she’s also found a passion in romantic comedy. She loves to make people laugh which is why you’ll never see her without a smile on her face.

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Trusted Tempo by Gwen Parks

Title: Trusted Tempo
Series: Sometimes Love Book #2
Author: Gwen Parks
Genre: Contemporary/Small Town Romance
Release Date: September 23, 2021
Cover Design: Sarah Kil Creative Studio

For the longest time I was the shadow.
I wasn’t my own person. First, I was my brother’s right-hand man. Then, I became my sister’s other half—not that I minded. Eventually, I found my path and became a DJ. I’m all about taking charge of my destiny and never playing second fiddle. If only I knew what that meant. I still hadn’t found my true purpose. All that truly mattered was my family and music.
Until her.
She caught my eye immediately and arrested my heart.
Suddenly being a duo has never looked more appealing.
Rule number one of our dynamic duo was always be honest.
But was she ready to hear my truth?

Identity is everything. Without it, there’s nothing.
And that’s exactly where I am now. Lost and left without an anchor. Everything as I knew it has vanished and left me untethered.
A thousand little white lies are nothing.
But one giant lie is everything.
I don’t know who to trust or where to go. The people I used to turn to, I can no longer confide in.
Then there’s Theo.
He’s all good times and charm. I have a feeling there’s more to this charming DJ than what he’s allowed me to see. He takes my mind off the betrayal in my life, and my once guarded heart surrenders its walls.
I’m left defenseless against his heartthrob appeal. Our rhythm is in sync and the realest thing I know.
But can I trust him with my heart, or should I have kept him out?


Gwen Parks is a literary aficionado. She went from writing poems and songs to taking the jump to novels. She loves writing common tropes with a different angle. The Sometimes Love is her pride and joy and what led her to break out into becoming an independent author. Inspired by her favorite authors, her work can be described as unique and engaging. She loves to say she is a reader first and a writer second.

She lives in Maryland at the moment, with the dream of moving to Georgia one day. In her downtime when she’s not immersed in a book or writing her next venture, she can be found playing with her three dogs that brings light into her life. She graduated from college and loves the turn of events to where it has brought her today. She is currently happy having her pick of book boyfriends for the time being and mending her book hangovers.

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Hot Mess: A Hell of a Story by Jessie Cooke & Suzy Wilson

Title: Hot Mess: A Hell of a Story 
Series: Hot Mess Trilogy #1
Authors: Jessie Cooke & Suzy Wilson 
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: August 26, 2021

When an attractive, wealthy, pugnacious woman and a former drug dealer and part-time gangster head up a family…it’s safe to say that the branches of that family tree might end up slightly twisted. Delia Miller was an actress and model in her prime and after settling down in San Francisco and starting a family with a man named Henry, she embarked on an adventurous, colorful, and oftentimes chaotic life.

Jack Adams was in love with Delia Miller for most of his life. But for a big part of it, he was married to someone else. Jack tried to give Delia the space she needed to make her own marriage work, but even with thousands of miles between them, the ties that bound them never broke.

Now Delia and Jack, both at an age where they are faced with their own mortality, are forced to take stock of what they created, and the reality is pure dysfunction. Delia’s three grown children now have families of their own and those branches had become even more twisted as the Miller/Adams/O’Conner families intertwined and began to live their lives out loud, and unapologetically.

Mostly uninhibited and walking a constant tightrope between right and wrong, love and hate, peace and violence, this family will survive some days by the skin of their teeth alone. They’ll fight each other for what they want…but when one of them is backed up against a wall, the one thing they can always depend on is the fierce loyalty of broken family that only the dysfunctional can understand.

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Jessie Cooke and Suzy Wilson have forged a strange but strong bond with San Francisco socialite Delia Miller. Delia, the matriarch of the Miller family, spent her eighty+ years on earth living life on her own terms, and that, coupled with the wild mess of a family she created in those years, becomes an exhilarating ride as Delia comes to terms with her illness, her children are placed at odds over her legacy, and a surprise that no one ever saw coming rocks the family to its very core.
Determined to write this family’s colorful story, Jessie and Suzy embark on a journey marked by sex, lies, secrets, love, lust, and a gamut of emotions that cover an entire spectrum. It will leave them both breathless and teach them quickly that truth is often stranger than any fiction that either of them had ever imagined.
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Get Ready for the ride of a lifetime!

Jessie Cooke grew up in a small country town, so for a long while, the smells of the city were alien to her. The chaotic noises and fragrances of her new surroundings kept her on edge and made it hard for her to sleep. She would lie awake at night and crave the smells of her “home.” Her heart and soul ached for the aroma of earthy loam in the air and fragrances that spring brought with new growth, or the heady warning in the air when rain was on the horizon. She missed the quiet nights, filled with nothing but the sounds of insects chirping and frogs croaking. In the city, she started at the sound of every blaring siren, racing engine, or ringing bell of a cable car. In the city, the smells of the pungent fumes that belched from long lines of cars and busses consumed everything and for quite some time, she thought she’d never grow accustomed to any of it. The lack of sleep and the ache inside of her for the comforts of home affected the very work she’d moved to the city to do. Jessie’s editor, her publisher, and her agent all lived and worked in the city. They were the ones who had encouraged her to move “closer to the action” but as the lonely days turned into weeks and then months, Jessie became more certain that she’d made a mistake. She was the country mouse in a city full of lions…or so she thought.

Jessie had been in San Francisco for six months the day she walked toward her editor’s office with every intention of telling her that she was finished. She was going “home,” whether any of them liked it or not, and if she had to change the way she did business, she’d figure it out when she got there. But as she walked the twelve blocks from her apartment to the editor’s office, she stumbled upon something that would change the way she thought, the way she worked, and even the way she viewed the city.

Jessie was about a block from her editor’s office when she saw five big, muscular men in leather vests sitting in a circle in the street. They all sat astride big, shiny Harley Davidsons and the sun glinted off all the chrome, as well as the ink that colored their arms and shoulders. They wore jeans, leather boots, and white t-shirts underneath the leather vests. They wore black bandannas tied around their heads, and a few of them had long hair that spilled out across their broad shoulders and flowed down their backs. There was a small group of people on the sidewalk watching them, and Jessie’s curiosity was piqued. She quietly took a spot in the crowd and as she focused on the big, intimidating men sitting with their arms crossed in a circle, she almost missed the scene that was happening across the street. There were two more bikers, these two off their bikes and on the ground with one of their knees in the backs of two men they had on the ground.

Jessie was a petite woman, so it was easy for her to make her way to the front of the growing crowd just as a car drove up. The tires squealed and the brakes smoked as it locked up and a man jumped out. He was dressed in a suit and tie and well-groomed, but his eyes were swollen and red, almost as if he’d been crying. As soon as he was out of the car, a woman, who Jessie hadn’t noticed before, suddenly stood up from within the circle of bikers. One of the men stepped off his bike and let the man through and Jessie watched as the man in the suit caught her in his arms and hugged her tightly. When he let her go, he bent down and scooped up a child, a little girl who couldn’t have been over five or six years old. The little girl hugged him, and Jessie could hear her crying and calling him “Daddy.” With the little girl still wrapped tightly around his neck, the man walked closer to one of the bikers on the side nearest where Jessie stood. She heard the man in the suit ask:

“Are you Radar?”

The biker slid off his bike. Jessie couldn’t see the biker’s face, but she could see how big he was. He had to be at least six-foot-six and his shoulders seemed as broad as she was tall. Light brown hair that looked surprisingly healthy and soft for a biker flowed out of the back of his bandanna and lay against his vest, almost to his waist. “Yep” was all the biker said. His voice was deep and gravelly, so when he turned to the side to look at one of his “brothers,” Jessie was surprised to see he couldn’t be much older than her twenty-five years at that time.

“Thank you!” the man said, hugging the child again and letting a tear flow freely down his face. He held out his free hand and used it to grasp the one the biker had held out. The two men shook, and the man repeated his thanks at least a dozen more times. Seconds later, chaos took over as police cars began to drive up and stop. Jessie was pushed back along with the rest of the crowd as the police cordoned off the area, but a spark of something was already growing inside her core, and forgetting everything else, she’d gone home that day, determined to find out what had happened.

For the next three days, she watched the news, combed the internet, and even kept her eyes on the printed papers, which had lost her interest years before. She ate, drank, and slept the story. To Jessie it was not only a true American story, but it was a turning point in her life. The little girl had been snatched in a store a few blocks away by one of the men. The other had been waiting in the SUV out front. When the mother ran out screaming, the bikers, who had been having lunch across the street, chased the two men down, no questions asked. Once they had the men subdued, one of them went to pick up the mother and while the two sat on the would-be kidnappers, the rest of them protected mother and child while awaiting the police. Jessie ultimately discovered that the two men were human traffickers and they were on the FBI’s Most Wanted list. The spark Jessie had felt that day had grown into a fire that began to consume her night and day. It was a story she didn’t only want to write; it was one that she felt like she had to.

She became borderline obsessed with finding out everything there was to know about bikers and motorcycle clubs, and while she was doing that, the city had slowly grown on her. Those sounds and smells that had tormented her for months suddenly became comforting to her. The growling engines and screaming sirens lulled her to sleep, and the hustle and bustle of the city outside her apartment window served as a symphony in the background when she sat down at her computer. As she became immersed in a world that walked a tightrope between fantasy and reality, a world of men whose reputation for being less than perfect only served to make them more appealing as human beings, Jessie learned to love her own life…on her own, in the city where Tony Bennett had once left his heart. Ten years later, as she walked to the café where she now sat waiting for her friend, she’d soaked up the sounds and smells of her life almost euphorically.

The exterior of Jessie’s favorite little café offered nothing inviting, but the interior was just the opposite. It was warm and cozy and when the door closed behind her it was as if the city disappeared. The tourists poured into the big-name coffee shops that sat on every corner of the city, but this café, the one that sat almost despondently amid the skyscrapers downtown, this one was just for the locals. Jessie had ordered her coffee and taken it out to the patio to wait for her friend. There she sat at a bistro table, underneath a colorful umbrella, overlooking a fountain that bubbled so peacefully that one might never know they were mere steps from one of the busiest financial districts in the world.

Jessie took a sip of her espresso and glanced through the glass walls of the café, just in time to see her friend Suzy walk through the front door. A few of the regulars looked up and smiled at her and Suzy smiled back while approaching the counter. Alex, the owner of the café, had been there to greet Jessie when she came in, and he was there to greet Suzy as well. He greeted everyone by name, and if it were someone’s first time there, he’d ask for their name and never forget it if they returned, no matter how much time passed in between.

Alex always had a smile on his face. He wasn’t a classically handsome man. His eyes were wide-set and his nose a bit long. But when Alex smiled it was almost like he became the smile. Everything about him beamed, and to say it was a happy smile was an understatement. Alex’s smile emitted pure, unadulterated joy, and no matter what kind of day Jessie was having, that smile never failed to remind Jessie just how happy she was to be alive.

Suzy was smiling when she walked out onto the patio carrying her usual, a café mocha and one of Alex’s homemade madeleines. “Hey!” she said to Jessie as she set the cup and plate with the cookie on it down on the table. Jessie stood up and the two old friends hugged tightly. “Welcome home.”

Jessie smiled and as they sat down, she said, “It’s good to be back.”

“But the trip was good? You had fun?”

Jessie had needed the vacation, and Suzy had heartily encouraged her to take it. Jessie was glad that she had. “It was great. The birthday party was fun and almost all the aunts and uncles and cousins were there. I ate too much, drank too much, and spent my last day at home in a sugar coma, but I loved every minute of it.”

“Well, I’m glad you had fun. Lord knows you work too much, and you needed that. But now I’m glad you’re back. I need you. I’m still stuck.”

“Still?” Jessie and Suzy were both writers. For most of the past decade, Jessie had written predominately MC romance books, most of them about one club in particular. Her obsession had begun the day she’d witnessed a little girl being saved by a group most people looked at as outsiders, and it had only grown exponentially since.

Suzy typically preferred to write less about romance, and more about the paranormal, ghosts and werewolves, and all the other things that went bump in the night. But although their genres were different, the two friends occasionally depended on each other to get through a rough bout of writer’s block. Suzy had been trying to come up with a plot for a new story before Jessie left to go home for her father’s birthday party two weeks before, so she was surprised to hear that her friend hadn’t made much, if any progress while she was gone.

“I know,” Suzy said, pouting slightly. “Maybe I’ve just got nothing left up there.” She tapped her forehead with her finger.

Jessie smiled and said, “You have plenty left. But if you want my help…”

“If I want your help? I’ll pay for it. No! I’ll put your name in the acknowledgements! No! Acknowledgements, front cover, and I’ll split royalties with you. Please help.” Suzy stuck out her bottom lip and batted her eyelashes dramatically.

Jessie laughed. “Maybe you should have been an actress rather than a writer,” she said, jokingly.

“Maybe,” Suzy said, sadly. “This writing gig sure hasn’t been working for me lately.”

“It’s just temporary,” Jessie said, encouragingly. “Maybe you just need to shake up your genre a bit. I was stuck before I found my niche. I thought it was the move, this place…but really, I just hadn’t found my comfort zone yet. Maybe you should really shake it up and do something crazy like romance, or even erotica.”

Suzy laughed and said, “My own lack of a love life makes me a poor candidate for writing erotica.”

Laughing and shaking her head Jessie said, “Please, what happened to…Gene?” When Jessie left on vacation, Suzy had just started dating a man ten years her junior. She’d told Jessie that he “might be the one.” He was the third man that year that she’d said that about however, so Jessie wasn’t too surprised when Suzy rolled her eyes and said:

“Narcissist. Now, back to the books…”

Jessie knew Suzy would fill her in on the rest when she was ready, so she let it go for the time being and instead she said, “I was serious about you doing something really different. Sometimes it’s a good way to live out your own fantasies. I mean really, if you had to be experiencing great sex to write about it, I’d be in big trouble.” Jessie’s books were about bikers, so sex was just a natural part of them. She had no hang-ups about writing about sex, but her own life was far from the wild stories that came out of her imagination and became vividly realistic ones in black and white.

With a wicked smile Suzy said, “Well, if you did want some practice…you should come to Delia’s party with me this evening. Mack will be there.”

This time Jessie threw her head back and laughed out loud. Mack Miller was a big, sexy biker who’d had a thing for Jessie since his mother Delia first introduced them ten years before. Delia owned the building that Jessie’s apartment was in, but over the years she’d become much more than a landlord to Jessie; they’d become friends, and Jessie had even become the older woman’s confidante. Suzy knew Delia because of a piece she’d written on a charity the matriarch was running a couple of years before Jessie arrived in San Francisco, when Suzy had been working for a small paper there. Through Delia the two women had become fast friends, and they’d also both come to know Delia’s big, crazy, wild extended family as well.

Jessie wouldn’t even try to deny she found Mack attractive. She’d have to be blind not to see the way the man oozed with sexuality. He was tall, dark, and has a body that looks like it was sculpted out of stone. But…he was affiliated with a motorcycle club; one that was even shadier than the ones she wrote about in her novels. When she’d first met Mack, she’d enjoyed getting an insider’s take on everything MC…but it wasn’t long before their brainstorming sessions had turned into Jessie spending less time taking notes, and more time watching where Mack’s hands were every second, and then she caught herself falling for him, letting her guard down one too many times, and she knew it had to stop. He was a fun and interesting enough person to know, practically a god to look at…but not relationship material in the least. Suzy teased her about that, telling her that “not every hookup has to be about a future.” But no matter how long she lived in the city, or how passionately she wrote about it, Jessie just wasn’t a “hookup with a biker” kind of girl, and she was sure Mack Miller wasn’t a “settle for one woman” kind of guy.

“If you’re trying to sell me on Delia’s party, ‘Mack will be there’ is not the way to do it,” she told her friend with a smile.

“If nothing else, he’s easy on the eyes.”

“More than easy,” Jessie said with a chuckle. Then clearing her throat and growing somewhat serious she said, “I was planning on going to the party anyways though; I’d like it if we can go together. You can run interference with Mack for me.” Suzy laughed and shook her head and Jessie went on, the merriment fading from her eyes again, “Delia sent me an invitation weeks ago and made me swear I wouldn’t miss it.”

“Same here,” Suzy said. She took another sip of her coffee and stared off into the bubbling fountain for several seconds. When she looked back at Jessie there was a renewed spark in her hazel eyes. “You know, Delia has often joked about the two of us collaborating on a book, about her life…what if we did it about the whole family?”

“Oh wow,” Jessie said, “that would be a hell of a story. You don’t think any of them would object?”

Suzy laughed. “I don’t know a single Miller or O’Conner who are embarrassed or ashamed of their lifestyles, all the way from Delia down to Warren.”

The wheels in Jessie’s head were turning. She’d actually used the Miller/O’Conner personalities to spice up some of the characters in her books in the past, but just bits and pieces of them here and there. She began to wonder aloud… “Do you think the readers could handle it? I mean, you don’t think they’d be so offended they wouldn’t read past the first few chapters?”

“Of course, some of them will be,” Suzy said. “But I’ll bet more than would be willing to admit it would love it. It might be their dirty little secret, but they’ll read it, and wish they knew the family the way we do.”

Jessie had to admit that she was intrigued by the idea. She and Suzy had been talking about collaborating on a book for years, and there was no other subject the two women had more in common than Delia Miller’s mess of a family. Jessie was between novels, and Suzy was having a hard time getting started on her next one…maybe it was time. Delia’s family was a mess, but they were an entertaining one for sure. Their lives would shock some of their readers, but Jessie thought Suzy was right, and that it would enthrall others. Delia had spent many an hour over a bottle or three of wine, telling the two women the story of her life, and they’d attended enough parties, fundraisers, family reunions, and holiday get-togethers to have seen for themselves that the matriarch hadn’t been kidding. With the smile on her face blooming as quickly as the ideas in her head, Jessie looked back at her friend and said:

“Why not? Let’s do it.”

Suzy clapped her hands together. “Yay! This is going to be so much fun!”

“When we interview them though, you get Mack,” Jessie said with a giggle.

Suzy winked at her friend. “I’ve been waiting for someone to say that to me for years.”


Jessie Cooke writes hot romance novels about tough guys, bad boys, bikers, fighters and lovers and the women of strong character who tame them.


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Forever by Ivy Nelson

Title: Forever
Series: Diamond Doms #9
Author: Ivy Nelson
Genre: Steamy Contemporary Romance
Release Date: September 28, 2021


Russel Adler has one job while Elijah Barrett is away. Keep Holly Barrett and her best friend Gemma Livingston safe from those out to collapse Club Solitaire. There’s just one problem, Gemma is pain in the ass. A gorgeous, irresistible, pain in the ass determined to make his job impossible. She makes the Dom in him twitch but he knows he can’t lose focus or people might die.

Forever is the long-awaited conclusion to the Diamond Doms series.



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Gemma closed the door to Holly’s bedroom at Patrick’s apartment and went in search of Russell. The poor girl had finally crumbled from the stress of the day and had cried herself to sleep while Gemma sat with her.
She found Russell at the dining room table with a headset on as he stared at a tablet screen. His sleeves were rolled up and the top two buttons of his dress shirt were undone. He hunched his shoulders as if he had the weight of the world on them. She leaned against the counter in the open kitchen and watched him, waiting to see if he said anything useful.
“If you’re going to lurk, you might as well come sit down.”
She jumped at the sound of Russell’s stern voice but straightened and joined him at the table. “I wasn’t lurking. I was lost in thought. Is Dale alive?”
He nodded. “Thank God for small miracles. I lost one man, and another was injured, but Dale got the rest of the team to a safe place.”
She put her head down on the table. “I’m fucking exhausted but the idea of sleep just sounds horrific.”
Russell laid a hand on her shoulder. “Have you been sleeping at all?”
Matthew had asked a similar question days ago, and the answer was still the same. “Not really. I keep seeing every horrible thing that’s happened in the last few weeks every time I close my eyes.”
“If you were mine, I would give you something else to focus on. Like my whip.”
Gemma sucked in a sharp breath. “You do not know how wonderful that sounds.”
He quirked one eyebrow up. “Are you telling me you’re a masochist, Gemma?”
She bit her lip as she raised her head to look directly at him. “I am. For a long time, whenever I was having a rough week, I’d go to Serendipity in London and let someone put me into sub space with intense play. Usually impact play but I’ve done other things too.”
He folded his arms and gazed at her. “If you’ve talked to any of the subs at Solitaire, you know I’m a sadist. Why haven’t you said anything whenever I’ve threatened you with pain before?”
She shrugged. “At the point that you started rejecting any notions of us playing together, I figured there wasn’t a reason to tell you. If you weren’t so God damned stubborn about the fact that I’m legally married, you might have discovered this before.”
“Watch your tone, young lady.”
She stuck her tongue out at him, not caring if he made idle threats anymore.
He opened his mouth as if to scold her again when his tablet started ringing.
“Saved by the bell, Gemma. This is Lance.”
“Want me to leave?”
He shook his head as he adjusted his headset and tapped on the screen.
Gemma couldn’t make out what Lance was saying through Russell’s headphones, so she kicked her feet into the chair opposite her and listened to Russell’s half of the conversation. She hated not being able to hear Lance’s side.
“Thanks, Lance. Send me everything you have. I’ll update you when I decide where we’re going next.”
“We can’t stay here?” Gemma asked when he pulled the headset off.
“Apartments are a nightmare on so many levels for protection. There are some upsides, but they don’t outweigh the downsides. I’ll probably move us to my compound.”
She scrunched her brows together and wrinkled her nose. Skepticism filled her voice.
“Like religious cult compound out in the middle of the woods?”
He chuckled. “It’s a state-of-the-art facility. And no religion unless you count cock worship.”



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Ivy Nelson writes delicious contemporary romance with kinky alpha heroes and sassy heroines you wish could be your best friend. Club Solitaire is her favorite fictional place to hang out in, and she spends most of her free time spinning tales set there. Ivy currently lives in Las Vegas with her husband of five years and their son. When she isn’t writing, she’s probably reading something dirty or drinking wine with her readers on Facebook. There are lots of ways to keep in touch with Ivy.


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Owned by Clarissa Wild

Title: Owned
Series: Dellucci Mafia Duet #2
Author: Clarissa Wild
Genre: Dark Mafia Romance
Release Date: October 4, 2021


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.
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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With a single finger, he reaches for my face, but not in a threatening way. Instead, he gently grasps a strand of my hair, swiping it away from my cheek before tucking it behind my ear.
“You don’t need to snoop. If you want to know something about me, ask. I am more than willing to give if only you would ask.”
His strokes are so soft that it moves me and takes my breath away. He looks at me with such intensity that it’s hard to look away. But then I remember that him lying to me was the sole reason I ran away.
So I turn my head away from the palm of his hand. “You expect me to be honest with you, yet you won’t do the same for me.”
He frowns. “What do you mean?”
“Why else do you think I ran away?” I say. “You lied to me about the fire. My parents. My father. About everything you could.”
“I didn’t lie. I omitted the truth,” he says with a tightened jaw.
“That’s the same thing,” I scoff. “You knew who I was, and you chose not to tell me.”
He grabs my arm and pushes me farther against the pillar, trapping me between him and the concrete. “I did it to protect you. Because I knew you would hate me if I told you the truth. Harper, please.”
My lips unlatch as I look up into his face. Did he just say … please?
“I hate this. I hate arguing with you.” His jaw tenses up again along with the muscles in his chest. “But what I hate more is that I cannot choose.”
“Choose what?”
Suddenly, he smashes his lips onto mine, and I’m captured by surprise. His lips are rough against my softness, dominant against my sensitivity, and it pushes all my buttons. It confuses me to the point where I don’t even know what I’m feeling anymore. Because when his lips are on mine, everything else ceases to matter, ceases to exist.
And that … that’s what’s been scaring me.
When his lips unlatch, my body is on fire, and I want nothing more than to kiss him right back.
But I know I shouldn’t.
Not until I know for sure what it is that I feel.
What it is that he feels for me.
“I want … everything from you,” he groans. “So much that it destroys me.”



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Savage Pride by Jill Ramsower

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Title: Savage Pride

Series: Savage Pride Duet, Book One

Author: Jill Ramsower

Genre: Mafia Romance

Release Day: November 3, 2021

Photographer: Chris Davis

Model: Lewis Jamison

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Zeno De Rossi is arrogant and callous. Nothing like the boy I grew up with.

He’s poised to take over the most powerful mafia family in New York.

To him, I’m nothing but the daughter of a soldier—a member of the staff at his grand estate…

Until his estranged brother comes home and shows an interest in me.

Now, I’m trapped in a dangerous dance between two men who hate one another.

Both have secrets.

Neither is safe.

They won’t quit until they destroy one another, and I have become their weapon of choice.

This is the familiar story of a second daughter, her struggling family, and the wealthy men who can change their fortunes forever; however, you will find no gentlemen on these pages, nor tittering debutants. In this dark retelling of a Jane Austen classic, our elusive hero is a mafia king, ruthless and calculating; and our heroine is a headstrong modern woman born and raised in the servant’s quarters of his estate. Complete with romance, heartbreak, violence, manipulation, and mind-blowing twists, this edgy retelling is perfect for Austen fans who like the darker side of Darcy.



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With Jill’s books, you can count on confident heroines, plenty of steamy tension, and deliciously assertive leading men. There are no guarantees in life, but with her books, you know everything will work out in the end. However, a perfect ending would not be nearly as satisfying without a seemingly insurmountable challenge. Jill loves to add plenty of adversity in her stories, creating unforgettably dynamic characters and sneaky plot twists you will never see coming.


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CLUBBED: A Story of Gay Love: Trials, Tribulations and Triumphs by Robert A. Karl


Book Title: CLUBBED: A Story of Gay Love: Trials, Tribulations and Triumphs

Author: Robert A. Karl

Publisher: Robert A. Karl

Cover Artist: Hussnain Designz

Release Date: April 13, 2021

Genre: Gay Historical Fiction

Themes: Coming Out, LGBTQ+ Community, Gay Club Life, Marriage Equality, AIDS

Heat Rating: 3 flames    

Length: 74 547 words/ 246 pages

This is the first book in a planned series of three. It ends on a cliffhanger. This book mostly explores gay life before the AIDS pandemic began. The book ends just as HIV is beginning to infect the gay community.


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Everyone at the club has a story, and every story deserves to be told.


Sex. Drugs. Lust. Courage. Loyalty. Betrayal. Drag Divas. Hustlers. Porn. Gogo Boys. Anything is possible at the gay club scene. Even LOVE. 

Joey, fresh from the suburbs, gets involved in the gay club scene in Philadelphia during the late 1970s and early 80s. He shares the stories of a diverse cast of characters, including his own special love story. Everyone at the club has a story, and every story deserves to be told.


Once the team meeting was over, everyone left except for me and Henry. I poured us a couple drinks while he climbed up the steps to the DJ booth, turning the music up to a blast and starting the light show. He came down with a backpack, carrying it to the middle of the dance floor, where he started unpacking, spreading a blanket and a couple of pillows on the floor. 

“We gonna sleep here?” I asked innocently, knowing what his intentions were. 

“Maybe,” Henry answered, with a wink. We sat cross-legged on the blanket, surrounded by music and lights, as I raised my drink and offered a toast. “To us and our gay sanctuary!” I said, clinking our glasses and drinking up. In the next instant, Henry was on top of me, tearing at my clothes and grinding into me, kissing me with the hot passion of youth. 

A minute later, I was totally naked, on my stomach, with Henry on top of me, penetrating me as he sucked on my neck so hard I knew that I’d have a hot hickey the next day. He started slowly, rhythmically moving his hips as he dug his way deeper and deeper inside me. 

He knew what I liked and how I liked to be treated. He whispered hoarsely in my ear, grunting earnestly, as he called me his little bitch, his ho, his pussyboy, telling me that he owned my ass and more. 

As he was forcing me to answer “Yes, Sir!” to his questions, demanding I answer louder and louder each time, we suddenly heard the door to the men’s room in the back open. Apparently, two of the new bartenders had decided to spend a little quality time in there, enjoying a quick encounter after everyone else had left. When they saw what was going on, with Henry dominating me thoroughly, they hurried towards the exit, giggling the entire way. 

“Good night, Boss!” they called out in unison.

“Good night, boys, see you tomorrow,” Henry answered, as he kept his strong hand tight against my mouth so I could only remain silent. 

“You know I’m the real boss, right?” 

“Yes, Sir” was my immediate answer, as he shook in spasms, coming to his climax, seeding me right there on the dance floor. 

The grand opening finally arrived at 10 PM the next night. I made sure that all the team members were in their proper positions, and I made a grand gesture as I flung open the door – that big beautiful red door – to NOTHING. No one was there to hit the new club at the very first minute. 

“Calm down,” I thought to myself. I had to remind myself that this is an after hours club, and who really would go to a place like this at 10 PM? The real action at the regular bars wouldn’t even really get started for another hour at least.

So the DJ kept spinning up in his booth, along with the lighting tech  controlling the lasers. The bartenders tried to keep themselves busy, wiping down the bars and rinsing glasses that were already clean. 

11 PM, still nothing. I was starting to get a little nervous. Did we do all this for nothing? I was a small town guy in the big city. Maybe this was a dumb idea.

Henry came over to talk and he was his usual self, full of positivity. He told me that he personally knew over 100 guys who had promised to show up for the first night.

At about 12:15 AM, a group of four guys finally came in through the door. A feeling of sweet relief came over me that at least we had a few customers, though I could see the disappointed look on their faces as they realized they were the only people there. But that quickly changed as guys started to trickle in, slowly at first, then turning to a steady stream. 

By 1:30 AM, the club was more than half full, with the line of customers waiting to get in getting longer with each passing minute. By the time the bars in the Gayborhood closed at 2 AM, groups of rowdy, drunken gay men were making their way a few blocks north, turning our grand opening into a truly grand night for Sanctuary.

As the night progressed, I was drinking a little too heavily, getting excited as I watched the crowd from the DJ booth. While it was a mostly white crowd, I was happy that it wasn’t exclusively white, signaling that an integrated club just might be acceptable in this town. Despite my drunkenness, I noticed a few details that surprised me. 

About the Author 

Robert A. Karl is a native son of Philadelphia, PA, the City of Brotherly Love. He earned his M.Ed. from Temple University and worked for the School District of Philadelphia as a teacher and technology specialist for 30 years. He also taught courses in Educational Technology at the Temple University College of Education.

Losing many friends to the AIDS pandemic dramatically altered his world. Living in the LGBTQ community provided the historical background for his first novel. His work is a tribute to the incredible diversity in the LGBTQ community.

Currently retired and living in San Juan, PR, he is the proud Gay Dog Dad to Zuna, the Awesome Boston Terrier. 

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