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Ancient Yoga for Modern Practitioners


Five Minute Practices for Inner Peace

Spirituality and Wellness

Date Published: December 14

Publisher: Acorn Publishing

Have you ever wondered exactly how yoga impacts your nervous system? This book explores yoga practices ranging from as little as five minutes, to up to an hour to support you in overcoming common imbalances such as panic attacks, depression, inattention, and more. This book will help you design a step-by-step program that promotes your journey towards a balanced nervous system, allowing you to customize the duration and intensity of your home practice.

Explore pranayama (breathing exercise), namaskars (salutations or movement meditations), asana (poses), mudras (hand gestures), mantras (repeated sounds to control and focus our mind), and meditation. Learn how to synchronize practices with nature, use the elements to heal and enhance life-experience, and take advantage of increased energetic junctions such as the full moon when they occur. Craft a yogic home practice that is tailormade for your constitution and rooted in tradition that will ground, balance, and allow you to find optimal wellbeing.

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Leila is an Experienced Registered Yoga Teacher who has completed over 1000 hours of yogic study. Leila completed her first 500 hours with Shiva Rea, and has studied with Sally Kempton, Christopher Wallis, Kia Miller, and Janet Stone, among others. She has had the privilege of studying in-depth with direct disciples of both Patthabi Jois and BKS Iyengar, to whom she owes incredible insights into human physiology as it relates to yoga asana and advanced pranayama revelations. Leila also practices and teaches Kriya yoga, Kundalini yoga, and tai chi. Leila currently teaches Prana Flow and prenatal yoga at Google, designs tailored private individual and group classes, and partners with companies to bring yoga and meditation into offsites.

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Finding the Invisible Woman. 

Title: Finding the Invisible Woman
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: November 23, 2021
Cover Designer: BookSmith Design


What do you do when no one sees you? How do you find yourself when you’ve become invisible?

Forty-three-year-old Hadley Monroe has outgrown her life. Nothing in her world seems to fit anymore. A loving wife and doting mother of two grown daughters, Hadley has always put the needs of her family first, quietly tucking away her own dreams of being an artist. Although she doesn’t regret her choices, Hadley has entered the phase of life where she feels lost.  

Her children are grown, and her role as a mother has changed.  Hadley’s husband, Charlie, an attorney and ten years her senior, doesn’t seem to need her anymore either. Hadley loves Charlie with all her heart, but lately, he’s been distant, and Hadley believes he’s keeping a secret. Unable to connect with him, she is isolated and alone.

A chance encounter with a stranger sets in motion a series of events that will upend her life and challenge everything she ever believed. When Hadley receives the call that her abusive, estranged mother is dying, she feels the walls closing in even more. Her solid, perfect life is unrecognizable. Can she find her way back to the woman she used to be? Does that woman even exist? 

How can she find herself when she has become invisible? 

Had I known that day in the coffee shop that the conversation I was about to have would forever alter the course of my life, I often wonder if I would have stopped myself. If I could have seen into the future, far down the road to how it would all end, would I have opened my mouth at all? They say hindsight is 20/20, but I’m not sure I believe that. Even now, a year later, I’m uncertain.

A part of me, the part that was somehow immediately consumed by him, knows the answer is unequivocally yes. I absolutely would have had the conversation, even knowing all that would come after it. I would have had it because I couldn’t have helped myself. I was drawn to him like the proverbial moth to a flame. My world spontaneously combusted that day. I couldn’t have avoided him if I had tried. But the truth was that I didn’t try.

The other part, the rational, logical, responsible part of me says that if I had a crystal ball to see into the future, I would not have leapt so easily. I would have proceeded with caution, weighed the risks. In weighing them, I would have chosen the safe route. I would have continued on the same monotonous path, plodding through my days, doing exactly what I was supposed to.

That conversation, one brief moment in time, just a small blip on the radar of my life, sparked the incessant questions that plagued me every day after. Questions like am I happy? Is there more to life than this? Can I live in the same rut for another twenty years? How did I end up here?

They turned out to be questions I wasn’t ready to answer. If I had thought about what might happen, more than likely I would have stayed inside my own small world, continuing to take up as little space as possible, afraid of reaching too high for fear of rocking the boat.

But on that day, just an ordinary Tuesday in October, he stepped in line behind me and commented on my shirt. The shirt was nothing special, just a blue blouse that I had worn a hundred times. It was completely unremarkable. Yet he remarked on it. He noticed. He saw me. In doing so, he upended my world, the aftershocks sending me on a path that turned out to be anything but ordinary. 

Heidi Renee Mason is a passionate romance novelist and crafter of your next Happily Ever After. She loves listening to the voices in her head (from her characters, of course!) and creating worlds in which her readers can lose themselves for a little while. A native of the Midwest, Heidi now resides in the Pacific Northwest with her husband and three daughters.

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Project Adventure


Children’s Mystery & Detectives Books

Date Published: December 14, 2021

This digital box set contains the first four mysteries in the Project Adventure children’s books series.

Preteens Ethan and Matt are best friends and founders of the Project Adventure kid-detective agency. They are always looking for adventures, solving a good mystery, and making new friends. Together, they embark on exhilarating adventures that strengthen their friendship, courage, and social skills.

The Heart of the Island: Ethan and Matt head into their first great adventure to find a lost diamond, called The Heart of the Island. They must overcome their fears, escape the bullies chasing them, and face spooky bat-filled caves as they take on the quest to find the treasure.

Rumble at the Zoo: Ethan and Matt receive a call for help from the Skywalk Zoo. Recently, the animals at the Zoo have been taking turns in behaving weirdly and aggressively, scaring visitors away. The police are no help and if Lisa doesn’t figure out why it’s happening, the Zoo will be shut down and the animals put to sleep…

The Courtside Mystery: Ethan and Matt are looking forward to spending time at basketball camp, just playing. But as they arrive, they find out about a weird incident at a basketball game at their camp the week before. The police think it’s just an accident, but the big rivalry between the two local basketball teams prompts the two friends to resume their solving mysteries activities.

The Scrapyard Shakedown: Ethan and Matt face freezing winter weather and sinister villains as they are tracing the shadowy figures lurking around the local scrapyard at the edge of town. The stakes are high and involve saving the dad of their new friend, Kalea.

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One Will Too Many


Cozy Mystery

Release Date: December 5, 2021

Publisher: Finngirl, LLC

A wealthy banker with a long list of secrets dies.

Internist Julia Fairchild encounters banker Jay moments too late – the poor man is near death in his own dining room. At first no one can figure out what killed him, but the coroner soon confirms that it was homicide: Jay died of methanol poisoning, and now a murderer is on the loose.

Julia knows how to catch a killer and she can cut through the noise like a scalpel through skin. She agrees to help the understaffed police force solve the case, but each clue only complicates her investigation further. Can Julia dissect the deadly riddle and nail the perp, or will this be the first time a monster succeeds in giving her the slip?

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PJ Peterson solved diagnostic mysteries of the medical kind in her internal medicine practice. Now retired, she writes fictional mysteries that are inspired by snippets of real life. In addition to writing, she volunteers at the local free medical clinic and serves on the boards of several local organizations.

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To Melt a Frozen Heart

Title: To Melt a Frozen Heart

Series: Rossingly, 3.5

Author: Fearne Hill

Publisher: NineStar Press

Release Date: 12/14/2021

Heat Level: 3 – Some Sex

Pairing: Male/Male

Length: 31700

Genre: Contemporary Holiday, LGBTQIA+, contemporary, gay, holiday, British, aristocracy, fashion model/celebrity, politician, gardeners, humorous, family drama, over 40, opposites attract, rich man/poor man, second chance, engagement, British euphemisms

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Freddie Duchamps-Avery has only one desire this Christmas: to ask his beloved Reuben to marry him. However, with his needy father moping around, finding the perfect, romantic moment to propose is proving tricky. The Rt Hon. Charles Duchamps-Avery is a successful politician, a hopeless father, and a miserable divorcé. Facing the prospect of Christmas alone in London, he accepts his son Freddie’s generous invitation to join the gang at Rossingley. Yet, being surrounded by happy couples only serves to remind of his past mistakes and a looming, lonely old age. If only a handsome, enigmatic stranger would appear and distract him…


To Melt a Frozen Heart Fearne Hill © 2021 All Rights Reserved FREDDIE “He won’t accept anything too fancy. You know what he’s like. He might even say no!” I pushed the double buggy on a second lap around Rossingley Lake. Lucien sauntered alongside, puffing on a crafty fag out of view of the twins and indeed anyone else. Limiting himself to only one cigarette per week, he had started smoking Virginia Slims, which were apparently the longest. “He won’t say no,” Lucien reassured, not hiding the frustration in his voice. In his defence, I was beginning to sound like a stuck record. “The bangle isn’t too fancy, darling. It’s perfect. A brilliant choice, even if I do say so myself.” “Maybe we should have stuck to the plain one without the diamonds.” Lucien groaned, not unreasonably. “Trust me, Freddie. Reuben will agree to marry you if you present him with a bag of organic compost. Perhaps that’s what we should have bought? A quick trip down to the garden centre would have been a hell of a lot kinder on my poor feet.” “I forgot you had bunions.” “Shh! Don’t use that filthy language in front of the children! The sixteenth Earl of Rossingley does not have bunions! I think you’ll find that in our household, my husband and I have agreed to refer to them as my ‘shapely love bumps’.” I never foresaw Lucien declaring he’d fallen out of love with shopping, but last week, I’d been the prime instigator of it. He’d agreed with pleasure to accompany me on an expedition up to London to choose an engagement gift for Reuben, but by the time I’d trawled pretty much every single jeweller on a packed pre-Christmas Bond Street, he’d declared himself a convert to the internet and had spent the evening moaning, with his knobbly, bruised feet plunged in an ice bath. Marriage: love, laughter, and happily ever after. I was achingly desperate to pop the question. To tie the knot. To plight my troth, whatever the fuck that meant. The pretty bangle burned a hole in my jacket pocket, and the words were almost bursting out of me. Ever since Lucien had done the deed, he scattered the phrase ‘my husband’ around like confetti practically whenever he opened his mouth. Every time he casually threw the words out, I experienced a sharp kick in the guts of pure envy. Not of him being married to Jay, although I thought I’d be secretly drooling over his pecs forever. Having previously viewed the whole marriage thing as a heteronormative black hole to avoid like the plague, since Lucien’s bloody wedding, a primal urge to be married to Reuben had lodged in my brain. I craved the awesome sense of possessiveness about it. To put a ring on it. To get down on one knee. Like Lucien, I wanted to add the words ‘my husband’ to my vocabulary and say them with pride. On a practical level, I wanted to give Reuben a legal right to all my dosh. Even if he wasn’t fussed about having it. Knowing Reuben wouldn’t hold truck with a showy engagement ring, I’d decided to buy him a bangle instead, which he could discreetly hide under his long sleeves every day at work. What had begun in my mind as a simple silver wristband had morphed into an impressively solid chunk of white gold, inlaid with delicate yellow diamonds shaped like flowerheads. Engraved on the inside I’d chosen ‘all my love forever, Freddie’. Not challenging Byron in the romantic poetry stakes but pretty much summing up all my feelings for him in a nutshell. Lucien and I agreed the bangle was stunning; yellow was my man’s favourite colour, and I’d fallen in love the moment I’d clapped eyes on it. “Maybe I should get him a simple silver one too,” I hedged. “Then he can choose. Or have both.” “Yes, darling, why don’t you do that,” Lucien replied testily. “Actually, buy two simple silver bracelets, and a sweet little chain too. Bring them to me, we’ll secure them around both your wrists, and then I’ll handcuff you somewhere suitably far enough away that I don’t have to hear you drivelling on about the bloody bangle. Reuben adores you! He’ll adore the bangle. He’s going to say yes!”


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Fearne Hill lives deep in the southern British countryside with three untamed sons, varying numbers of hens, a few tortoises, and a beautiful cocker spaniel. When she is not overseeing her small menagerie, she enjoys writing contemporary romantic fiction. And when she is not doing either of those things, she works as an anaesthesiologist.

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Stealing the Dragon

Title: Stealing the Dragon

Series: Dragon’s Hoard, Book Three

Author: Mell Eight

Publisher: NineStar Press

Release Date: 12/14/2021

Heat Level: 1 – No Sex

Pairing: Male/Male

Length: 26800

Genre: Paranormal, LGBTQIA+, bonded mates, royalty, prison, interspecies, mythical creatures, dragon shifters

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Stealing from a dragon’s hoard is never a bright idea, but stealing from a baby dragon’s hoard can lead to tears, sniffles, and smoke in the middle of a busy marketplace. Jerney, a witch who does work for a well-known thieves’ guild, knows exactly who’s to blame for the brazen theft. With no other choice in the matter, he quickly becomes entangled in trying to help the baby dragon. What he doesn’t expect is his own heart might get stolen in the process.


Stealing the Dragon Mell Eight © 2021 All Rights Reserved “Tori, you’re the only one I can send. I’m sorry.” Tori looked up from where he was carefully shining his favorite ruby necklace and glared at his human uncle Bast. “This time you really are the only one. Rex and Jag are both out of the city, and we needed this solved five years ago.” Uncle Bast’s expression showed real remorse at having to pull Tori from his hoard room, but that didn’t make Tori feel any better. He wasn’t human, regardless of the fact that his shape was. Both of his parents were dragons, and he was the result of an experiment on what would happen if dragons tried to procreate in human form. Instead of being born in dragon shape from an egg, as all dragons were, Tori had been born from a womb in human form as humans were. The fact that his mother had managed to stay in human form for the requisite nine months surprised Tori every time he went to visit her. Gail was the flightiest of dragons, and sometimes she barely remembered she had two sons and that one of them, Tori, was stuck in human form until he matured enough to shift. At eighteen, Tori was still a baby dragon. He hadn’t even reached his second decade yet! His older brother Nyle was still considered to be a child, and he had lived for centuries. But humans didn’t understand that Tori should still be cave-bound, barely starting to learn about pretties and his magic. Eighteen years old for a human was considered to be the age of adulthood when young men and women were expected to take on adult responsibilities. Raised among humans, Tori was able to act at least close to that age, but it was hard to pretend maturity sometimes. Eight months ago, his uncle Bast had forced Tori to take command of a rank of troops. Tori had tried to treat it as an experiment, to see if a dragon could handle warring humans. Needless to say, it had failed, and the humans had blamed Tori as if Tori should have been old enough to understand what had gone wrong. Three months ago, Bast had given Tori some basic investigation work in the castle. A servant had been stealing the silver. Tori had just shrugged off the investigation entirely. If the humans didn’t consider the silver their hoard, then they had no right to keep someone from taking it. Luckily, even the human servant stealing from the castle had known better than to touch Tori’s small hoard. There was no way Uncle Bast was sending Tori out on another investigation. Tori would prefer to move in with his big brother Nyle, even if Nyle and Leon were a bit sickening with their snuggling all the time. Tori turned his back on Uncle Bast and went back to polishing his ruby necklace set in gold. He held it up to his hair, admiring the fact that the red parts of his hair so closely matched the ruby and the gold parts of his hair matched the gold setting. That was another strange thing about him. Tori was stuck in human form until his magic matured enough to allow him a second shape, and instead of solely being gold like his father, Tori had both his parents’ coloring. Being bicolored, red and gold, was odd for a dragon, but it pleased Tori to be so pretty. “There’s a witch spell casting for the thieves’ guild!” Uncle Bast tried to explain. “They’ve been getting away with crimes for almost ten years. I just need you to locate the witch; that’s all.” Tori finished polishing his favorite necklace and clasped it around his neck. His glance around the small storeroom filled with his pretties showed that nothing was out of place or in need of polish. Tori stood with a groan and walked over to his small pile of rubies. He felt the urge to curl up on the rubies. There was one advantage to being in human shape: as a dragon, the pile would only serve as a pillow, but as a human, his entire shape would fit on it. Tori gave into the urge without much thought. He spread a soft blanket to keep the sharp points from digging into his skin and curled up with one hand buried in red and purple brilliance. “Tori!” Uncle Bast snapped from the doorway. Tori ignored him, and soon enough his uncle sighed as if disappointed and left. Tori snuggled deeper into his blanket and took a nap.


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When Mell Eight was in high school, she discovered dragons. Beautiful, wondrous creatures that took her on epic adventures both to faraway lands and on journeys of the heart. Mell wanted to create dragons of her own, so she put pen to paper. Mell Eight is now known for her own soaring dragons, as well as for other wonderful characters dancing across the pages of her books. While she mostly writes paranormal or fantasy stories, she has been seen exploring the real world once or twice.

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Howling for More

Howling for More by Bailey Bradford

Book 1 in the Triple Threat series

Word Count: 37,200 Book Length: SHORT NOVEL Pages: 168



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  What happens when the wolf is unleashed? Bowen’s used to life as a lone wolf. He has the occasional hook-up, but rarely with the same man twice. Chiz is an exception to his rule, and one night’s adventure that neither of them expected forces Bowen to see Chiz as more than just a pretty sub he can scratch his itch for rough sex with. Chiz has his own rules for getting off with guys. His secret crush on Bowen was supposed to remain just that—a secret—until the one night that changes everything, and hiding things is impossible. Then there’s Dare, the big tough bar owner who has questions for Bowen and Chiz and whose attraction to them is too strong to resist…and is just as powerful as the feelings Bowen and Chiz have for him. But giving in to the overpowering sexual pull makes Bowen lose control of his wolf—an act that changes not only his fate but Chiz’s and Dare’s too. Can their relationship survive what they unleash? Reader advisory: This book contains scenes of violence and death, references to non-nurturing parenting and a scene of turning into a shifter without prior discussion. Publisher’s note: This book was originally published as Bowen’s Battle. It has been revised to become the first in a new shifter series for Pride Publishing.


Sex. The scent of it hung heavy in the air of the club’s restroom—which was probably a good thing. Bowen sighed as he leaned against one wall, nearly bumping elbows with the guy on the left of him. Kneeling at Bowen’s feet was Chiz, one of his occasional hook-ups when neither man had someone else to fuck around with. Bowen had been in a dry spell for a few months. Work on the ranch had taken up all his time, the birthing of the foals and caring for the horses more important than his own libido. But tonight, he needed to get off with someone else rather than all alone, and Chiz obviously felt the same way. Chiz opened his mouth and sucked the tip of Bowen’s cockhead in while looking up at Bowen through thick blond-tipped lashes. Chiz flicked his tongue, and Bowen bit back a moan. He wasn’t going to last long tonight, not after how long it had been for him, and now with Chiz’s very talented mouth working his dick. Bowen braced one hand on Chiz’s shoulder, the other on the wall and began to thrust, knowing it was okay to do so. Chiz’s lashes fluttered, then he closed his eyes and sucked Bowen off with an enthusiasm that likely made every other man getting sucked off in the bathroom jealous. Bowen clenched both hands, wishing he could just grab Chiz’s blond hair and use it to hold his head still. Bowen liked wielding control while having sex, but it wasn’t something he did often. Certainly not with one-night stands. Though, he had messed around with Chiz a handful of times, at least. Still, they weren’t friends, just two guys getting off together. But would it hurt to— Bowen shut off that stream of thought. Now was neither the time nor place for him to decide to get all…whatever. He hissed as pleasure raced throughout his body. His balls drew tight, and his groin burned with the beginnings of his climax. Chiz deep-throated him again, and that was it. Bowen let go, let his orgasm burst free and shoot in hot jets down Chiz’s throat. “I think we’re gonna have us a turn at that mouth and ass.” Bowen’s eyes had almost closed when he heard that comment. He slipped his hand from Chiz’s shoulder to his nape, the automatic need to protect rising quickly and stomping out any lingering sexual bliss. The bathroom had grown less crowded—except for the three men standing in a half-circle, blocking off the exit. Bowen growled and didn’t give two shits about his own cock flopping free as he tightened his clasp on Chiz. “Whatever you dumb fucks are thinking, unthink it. You ain’t touching him.” The biggest man, a grizzled, ugly guy who looked like he needed a shower or three, smirked at Bowen. “And who says we was talking about him?” Well, Bowen would rather avoid a fight altogether, but if those three shitheels were going to be coming after either him or Chiz, Bowen would rather be the target. “Aw, Earl! That guy can suck dick!” “Shut up, Killer.” Earl didn’t look away from Bowen. “Killer?” Chiz muttered against Bowen’s shaft. “Seriously?” He tried to turn his head. Bowen’s fight instincts were engaging. He had a feeling there’d be no easy-outs tonight. And his daddy had always told him to get in the first punch. The scent of danger was in the air, and Bowen couldn’t ignore it, not that he would have tried. Instincts existed for a reason, or at least his did. In a second, he had Chiz behind him and was lunging at Earl, the leader of the pack of idiots. Bowen managed to get his dick tucked into his underwear while swinging hard with his left hand. He was fast, too fast for a burly, out-of-shape man like Earl to escape. His fist connecting with Earl’s jaw felt pretty damned good. Sex and violence…the two were linked sometimes. Bowen wouldn’t examine that very closely, not if he could help it. Earl’s head jerked to the side. Blood and spit flew from his mouth as all hell broke loose in the restroom. And maybe Bowen should have thought out his attack a little better, because Earl didn’t go down, and his two buddies shot past Bowen. He had to protect Chiz—Chiz was small-boned, almost delicately built, and all three men were…none of those things. Bowen kicked Earl in the balls, and the big fool went down with a high-pitched screech. Bowen spun around and grabbed both men by the backs of their shirts. He pulled and ripped the material, then had to grab at them again. One of them—Killer, he thought—went flying backward. The other, Bowen clutched at, spun around then punched in the gut. Bowen caught a flash of Chiz shooting up and lunging away. At first, Bowen thought Chiz was running for the door. But no. Killer was flung against the wall beside the man Bowen was trying to take down. Chiz was there, moving so fast with punches and martial arts moves that Bowen couldn’t keep up with what he was doing. Especially not when Bowen nearly got kneed in the balls. He focused on the fight he was in, avoiding damage to his family jewels, taking a hard slug to the ribs, then elbowing his opponent in the gut before using an uppercut to finally take the fucker out. By then, Chiz was standing, hands on his slender hips, tapping one foot. Bowen looked at him head-on. Chiz nodded. “Wasn’t sure if you’d need help.” Bowen almost laughed at that. He’d held back a lot of his strength since he didn’t want to end up in prison for murder. Chiz scowled at him. “I can take care of myself. I’m not some delicate flower, here.” “Yeah, I get that, but maybe we should leave before these fuckwits regain consciousness?” Bowen suggested. His knuckles burned, the skin raw and abraded, but it’d be healed up in no time at all. “Probably.” Chiz wrinkled his nose as he glanced at the men. “Ugh. I hope they aren’t thinking they’ll be regulars here.” Then he canted his head and grinned at Bowen. “And I didn’t get to come. I’m pretty sure you’re not a psycho-serial killer, so, um, if you want to go back to my place, we could do that.” Bowen’s first impulse was to say no, but he checked it. First things first—he and Chiz needed to get out of there. “Come on.” Bowen took Chiz by the elbow. “Not a delicate flower,” Chiz muttered, but he didn’t pull away. “Nah, you kicked ass. What were you doing?” Bowen asked as he led Chiz out of the restroom. “Fighting,” Chiz replied. “Duh.” Bowen cut him a narrow look. “Anyone ever spanked you?” “I refuse to answer that,” Chiz drawled, “on account of I’d have to explain where the bodies were. Hypothetically, of course.” That startled a laugh out of Bowen. “Is that so? ’Cause I think you’d like it.” “Right. The younger, delicate little twink—” “You got a hang-up over that delicate part,” Bowen observed, interrupting Chiz while opening the restroom door. “Don’t ya?” Chiz sniffed and pulled his arm free. “Do not.” Bowen laughed again. How was it he hadn’t known Chiz was so feisty? ’Cause all I’ve ever seen him as is a way to get off. Wow. I’m an asshole. Though, to be fair, I don’t think Chiz’s seen me any differently. The club was still packed, but several people looked their way when Bowen and Chiz left the restroom. Bowen’s anger sparked. “Those fuckin’ assholes watching us knew we were gonna be jumped.” “Probably,” Chiz agreed. “A pox on all of them. May their urethras be inflamed and burn with the stings of a thousand wasps.” “Fuck.” That made Bowen’s dick ache. Chiz grinned. “I could flip them off, if you want to fight some more?” “Rather not.” Bowen’s pulse escalated, not at the idea of fighting, but at the mischievous way Chiz was acting. He was interesting, not just attractive. Chiz shrugged. “Okay, your call. You wanna come back to mine? I’d like to get off a few times tonight.” Oh damn! A few times? How stupid had Bowen been, not chatting with Chiz more until now? “Yeah, let’s do that.” Bowen licked his suddenly dry lips. He’d just come not five minutes ago, and he was already close to getting hard again. Chiz winked at him. “Cool. Maybe I’ll let you slap my ass a time or two.” That was a gauntlet thrown down. Bowen ghosted a hand over Chiz’s ass. “Maybe I’ll let you beg me to.” Chiz narrowed his eyes at Bowen. “Beg you to?” But Chiz’s pulse sped up. Bowen could see it fluttering at the base of his neck and he noted the flare of Chiz’s nostrils and the beginning of an erection pressing against the fly of his pants. “What the hell’s going on?” roared someone from the back of the club. Literally, Bowen thought, from the back, where there might be offices or something. He didn’t know. He just came there to get laid and wasn’t buddies with anyone. “Seems like a good time to split,” Chiz said. He grasped Bowen’s hand. “Because that sounds like one pissed-off man, and I’ve heard stories about the guy who owns this place.” “Oh?” Bowen was curious, but Chiz tugged, and Bowen followed. “Yup, and you don’t want to fight any more tonight, right?” “Right.” Bowen would much rather fuck, and Chiz was…interesting.

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A native Texan, Bailey spends her days spinning stories around in her head, which has contributed to more than one incident of tripping over her own feet. Evenings are reserved for pounding away at the keyboard, as are early morning hours. Sleep? Doesn’t happen much. Writing is too much fun, and there are too many characters bouncing about, tapping on Bailey’s brain demanding to be let out. Caffeine and chocolate are permanent fixtures in Bailey’s office and are never far from hand at any given time. Removing either of those necessities from Bailey’s presence can result in what is known as A Very, Very Scary Bailey and is not advised under any circumstances.


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The Cowboy’s Christmas Star

The Cowboy’s Christmas Star

by Vickie Phelps

Genre: Holiday Romance

When a good looking stranger wanders into Shelley Morrison’s gift shop, she’s immediately attracted to him. But he’s more than just a handsome cowboy. She finds out his mother died during the summer and he wants to honor her by carrying on her Christmas traditions. He’s looking for a star just like his mother had for the top of his Christmas tree. Shelley is determined to help him find that star, but there’s someone else just as determined to stop Shelley from becoming involved with the handsome cowboy.

Vickie Phelps writes to encourage, inspire, and influence. She writes both fiction and nonfiction. “Forgive the Trespassers” is her tenth book, her fifth novel. Vickie worked as a bookseller and buyer for an independent bookstore for eighteen years and loves to talk about books and share stories with other readers.

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Return All by Eve Dangerfield 

Return All
Eve Dangerfield
(Rebirth, #2)
Publication date: December 14th 2021
Genres: Adult, Comedy, Contemporary, Romance

Hundreds of women have tried to win Derek over, but the only girl he’s loved is nowhere to be found…

Derek Hardiman has been crowned a football prodigy—but success came at the cost of his dorky high school sweetheart, Mara Temple. A decade after she left town, he still can’t imagine marrying someone who isn’t her…
Traveling for most of her twenties, Mara has returned home with a designer wardrobe, a sweet puppy, and a new last name. What better to keep her surly ex-boyfriend from recognizing her?

When Mara and Derek are thrown back into each other’s lives the obsession that began when they were teenagers returns in full force. Derek can hardly believe the goddess his once-awkward lover has become, and he’s determined to win her back. But Mara is determined not to give in to the hype surrounding her bachelor superstar ex. Unfortunately, Derek has always lived up to the hype. After all, a girl only has one daddy…

Should true love get a second chance?

Return All is a standalone second chance romance by critically acclaimed author Eve Dangerfield.

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Derek moved toward her, getting bigger by the second. “Mara? Mara! It’s me!”

His eyes were wild, his face—his face looked different. His moustache was gone. Clean-shaven, he was more like the boy from school than ever, jogging toward her in a black hoodie as though this was Albury in 2011.

Mara lowered hands she hadn’t known she’d brought to her chest. “Hi.”

She said it so quietly he couldn’t have heard her, but his face lit up. Naked happiness so bright it was terrifying. She wanted to burrow into the ground like a scared rabbit.

Chase turned. “What the hell are you doing here?”

Derek didn’t even glance at him. His unworldly black eyes were locked on hers. Mara’s cunt contracted. He was going to pick her up. He was going to carry her away like a marauding conqueror. Then he didn’t. He pulled up, his body jolting. “Mara. I can’t believe it’s you.”

She stared up at him. Even in her fuchsia Attico pumps, she barely came to his shoulders. He’d grown since he was a teenager. Up close, his face was different too. There were lines around his eyes that weren’t visible in photos or on TV. Neither was the black stubble under his skin. The word rose unbidden, Daddy, and euphoria spread through Mara’s chest like honey.

“Hello? Asshole? Can you hear me?” Chase demanded.

Derek ignored him. His gaze dragged over her face, studying her as she studied him. She touched a hand to her lips. Had he noticed her injection? Her eyelashes? Her nose? The fact her ears no longer stuck out through her hair?

Then he shook his head. “You’re fucking stunning. You look so… I don’t know how to say it.”

Expensive. She looked expensive. Money had flowed into her life, glossing her rough parts, and buffing the bright places to a near-impossible shine. She looked like a rich girl. Mara stared at her toes. For years she’d dreamed of this moment, dreamed of him saying these things, but now he was here, and she wanted to hide.

“Mara… where have you been, baby?”

It was such a huge question, tied off with such a ridiculous pet name, Mara didn’t know how to answer. “Around. I guess.”

Derek’s face sagged. “But—”

Chase stepped between them. “Maybe I should have made this clearer at our meeting, stay the fuck away from us. Now leave or I’ll call the police.”

“One minute, mate.” Derek sidestepped Chase. “Your hair. When did you grow out your hair?”

Mara almost laughed. “When I was twenty. Derek, what are you doing here? Is this about the house?”

“The house? The fucking house?”

He took a step toward her, and Chase moved across, blocking him. “Talk with your words, Hardiman.”

Derek scowled but took a step backward. “I’ve been looking for you for years. I couldn’t find you anywhere.”

Mara felt a small streak of pride. She’d paid handsomely to keep her name out of Google search terms. It was nice to know it had worked. “I… got off social media.”

“Right.” Derek shoved his hands into his pockets. “Fuck. Well, I’m so sorry, baby. I’m sorry, for everything. I’m sorry we lost touch and…”

His words washed over Mara like dirty waves. So sorry. Lost touch. Baby. They meant nothing. They were just sounds crammed together. A woman in a gray coat ducked past them and she realised they were blocking the path. She turned her face away.

Chase glanced from her to Derek. “Okay, this has been sufficiently weird, but we need to get to work. Goodbye, Mr Hardiman. Don’t come here again.”

Chase slid his arm through hers and steered her around Derek and back toward HFA.


Derek’s voice stirred waters deep inside her. Places she’d allowed to crumble in the darkness of her twenties. She turned and found him staring desperately after her.

“He’s gonna follow us,” Chase muttered. “Keep walking. We’ll go upstairs—”

“Mara!” Derek’s voice was clear, a king calling across his hall. “Mara, we’re not done.”

She stopped as though he’d commanded it and Derek’s legs ate up the ground between them. “You. You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.”

She flushed, aware of Chase sputtering at her back. “Derek, I don’t know what to do.”

“So let me decide.”

Anger sizzled through her like hot oil. “Things aren’t the way they used to be.”

“Okay. I get that. You want me on my knees?”

“What?” she and Chase said together.

To her astonishment, Derek dropped like a stone onto the dirty footpath, cutting his height in half.

“For the love of Christ,” Chase groaned but Mara could only stare. Derek had always been unapologetic in his affection, but this was insane. He was a famous footballer and anyone could see him. How could he possibly be this desperate to speak to her? “Derek…”

“Give me your number.” He raised his tattooed palms as though in prayer. “Let me give you mine. I need to see you again.”

But you’re seeing me right now…

Chase touched her shoulder. “I’ll give you some privacy. But I’m right here.”

“Okay,” Mara whispered.

Derek watched Chase go, his gaze flicking back to hers as soon as he gauged Chase was far enough away.

“Baby,” his voice was gravel. “Baby, I want to kiss you. I am barely holding back right now.”

Mara knew that. She felt his energy vibrating out at her like orange heat. He wanted to snatch her up, crush her, take her down. Her body responded like warm paper desperate to curl into flame.

He smirked, so handsome, it almost stopped her heart. “It’s been too long, Little Miss.”

She stepped back. Little Miss. She called Pan that. But he had called her that. Not all the time. In bed. Pan. Pan was chewing away at Chase’s jumper upstairs. She needed to go to her. She needed to be with Pan. She took another step back. “I don’t know why you came, but I have to go.”

Derek stayed on his knees. “Give me your number. Or take mine. We’re not done, baby.”

Author Bio:

Eve Dangerfield has loved romance novels ever since she first swiped her grandmother’s paperbacks. Now she writes her own stories about complicated women and gorgeous-but-slightly-tortured men. Her work has been described as ‘genre-defying,’ ‘insanely hot’ and ‘the defibrillator contemporary romance needs right now’…and not just by herself or those who might need bone marrow…OTHER PEOPLE! She lives in Melbourne with her boy and a bunch of semi-dead plants. She can generally be found making a mess.

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