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Chasing Winter


Paranormal Romance/Erotica

Date Published: 01-01-2022

Publisher: Dirty Little Love, LLC

Thirteen Clans. Thirteen Males. One prize.

Winter Jarl is the most notorious female warrior of her species. Her father is chief, and he’s dying, so he’s cashed in on a promise she made long ago: he’s setting her up with an alpha from each of the thirteen clans before she takes over his position.

Sentenced to a year of isolation, she will spend twenty-eight-days alone with each man. By the end of it, Winter must choose one to stand beside her.

The challenge? She must be in love to produce an heir.

Cycle One: Chasing Winter

When Winter’s oath comes due, she isn’t ready to give up her freedom, her body, or her future. Too bad her nature won’t be doing her any favors.

Thunder is young and inexperienced and the first to encounter Winter Jarl’s deadly sexuality. But he’s got a bucket list of positions he wants to take her in, and he’s willing to face her wrath just to check each one off.

If you enjoyed Audrey Carlan’s Calendar Girl series, you’ll love Autumn Lishky’s Wooing the Alpha series.

Jump into this intense paranormal erotica now and see who you want to win Winter’s heart.

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Autumn Lishky is a quiet, little woman with a big, loud imagination, and a dirty one at that. Living in the Oklahoma City area, she has worked various jobs from pizza delivery girl to night host at a funeral home, but no matter the nature of her income, she is always lost in a world of fantastic sex.

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Title: The War Within
Author: Lisamarie Kade
Genre: Contemporary Romance

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The Maxwell brothers and Fallon grew up as best friends…

Once upon a time I had a secret crush on one brother.
I grew up and started falling for the other brother.

Then tragedy struck.

She belongs to my brother. I shouldn’t want her.
What happened wasn’t supposed to change things between us.
But it did.
Lines start to blur when it comes to our friendship.
We’ve created a dangerous web tangled in a mess of guilt and desire.

Now there’s a war brewing within.




Lisamarie Kade is a romance author living in the sunshine state with her husband and small army of children.
When not writing, she can be found chasing the kids around or volunteering for one of their many activities.
Lisamarie enjoys chocolate peanut cups, music, and reading something steamy while sipping sweet wine.

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Blood & Bones: Whip (Blood Fury MC) by Jeanne St. James

Title: Blood & Bones: Whip
Series: Blood Fury MC Series #11
Author: Jeanne St. James
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: January 1, 2022

You never know where the road may lead you. Or who you’ll find along the way…
When Whip comes across a disabled motorcycle at the foot of the mountain—the one that’s nothing but bad news—he hopes the stranded rider is nothing more than just that. Someone who needs help.
And not a trap. Or an undercover fed.

When her motorcycle breaks down on a deserted road, Fallon Murphy’s caught off guard by the mechanic with the sexy smirk who comes to her rescue.
After shedding her restrictive corporate chains, she’s now living life on her own terms. She no longer answers to anyone for anything.
Like most bikers, her motto is “live free, ride free.”
But that’s where her and Whip’s similarities end.

The saying is “opposites attract,” but Whip tried that once before. It didn’t work out.
Fallon’s not only far out of his league, they couldn’t be more opposite. Even so, he isn’t easily deterred.
However, to his surprise, Fallon has her own plans and isn’t shy about going after what she wants.

Meanwhile, trouble on that mountain is brewing, and no one is safe.
His MC stands at a crossroads, and it’s time for the Fury to take action once and for all.
No more excuses.
No more quarter.
No mercy given.
Especially from the one who goes by that name.

Note: Blood & Bones: Whip is the eleventh book in the Blood Fury MC series. This older woman/ younger man romance (seven-year difference) has no cheating, no cliffhanger, and has an HEA. It’s highly recommended to read this series in order.

JEANNE ST. JAMES is a USA Today and international bestselling romance author who loves writing about strong women and alpha males. She was only thirteen when she first started writing. Her first published piece was an erotic short story in Playgirl magazine. She then went on to publish her first romance novel in 2009. She is now an author of over fifty contemporary romances. She writes M/F, M/M, and M/M/F ménages, including interracial. Want to read a sample of her work? Download a free sampler book here:

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SNOWBODY BUT YOU: A Man of the Month Club Novella (Sycamore Mountain #1) by Kara Kendrick.

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A Man of the Month Club Novella (Sycamore Mountain #1)

by Kara Kendrick

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Release Date: January 1, 2022

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Genre: Contemporary romance / Holiday romance
Trope: Small-town, second-chance, forced-proximity, military romance


When a New Year’s Eve blizzard is forecasted for Sycamore Mountain, I anticipate snow, and lots of it. As former Army Special Ops, I’m not panicked. I’ve got this.

But a sunshiney blast from the past blowing through the door of my ski lodge? No amount of training could prepare me to face Jamison Adler, resident ecology professor and my gorgeous AF ex-girlfriend.

Ten years ago, I broke her heart to protect her. Now she’s back and we’re trapped together in the lodge. With no vacant rooms, I’m forced to share a bed with the only woman I’ve ever loved. I need to keep her away from the dark deeds in my past. But my resolve is more slippery than black ice. Will she somehow manage the impossible and thaw my frozen heart?

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Kara Kendrick writes fun and flirty Contemporary Romance destined to give you all the feels. A reformed English major, she also has a master’s in counseling and was an elementary school counselor in her pre-mom life.

She loves the beach, wine, and rock hard abs, not necessarily in that order. When she’s not dreaming up Happily Ever After’s, you can find her chasing after her boy-girl twins, working out semi-hardish, or walking her adorable Shiba pup with her husband, who’s not too bad himself.

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The Shake-Up by Lauren Campbell

Title: The Shake-Up
Series: Peaches in Pearls Series
Author: Lauren Campbell
Genre: RomCom
Release Date: January 4, 2022

Three months ago, my boyfriend shattered my heart.

So, I picked up the pieces and packed up my things. Traded the city life and a cushy job for Aunt Marlene’s cabin in the mountains and a gig at her candy shop.

But just when I think I’m getting used to living in Peach Creek, my ex shows up out of nowhere wanting to talk. And when an unexpected disaster strikes the town, I agree to host him until he’s able to leave.

Except I really don’t need the distraction. I only have a couple of days to fulfill a huge annual order — the one Aunt Marlene depends on to stay afloat. If I screw this up, I have no doubt she’ll cancel the rest of her much-deserved trip around the globe to clean up my mess.

But I am distracted, because I still love my ex, and the feeling seems to be mutual. The worst part? Well, let’s just say he’s got a lot of explaining to do about the leggy blonde he brought with him.

Yep. I think it’s safe to say things are about to get very messy.

★★★★★ Beauty.and.the.bookies – “This was SUCH an incredibly HYSTERICAL, laugh out loud while also hitting you in your feels rom com.”
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★★★★★ Goodreads Review -”Lauren freaking Campbell hits the jackpot yet again!
She is the queen of writing a kickass, HILARIOUS, heroine!!”

Well, it isn’t backpacking across Europe. It’s suitcasing in the Georgia mountains. But, hey, it beats the possibility of running into Nelson at the grocery store or the awkward forward stare as he walks to his IT consulting job every day, which unfortunately requires him to pass by Pink Line.
A week after the breakup, my Aunt Marlene convinced me to move up here temporarily and take over her candy shop while she goes backpacking across Europe. After thirty-two years of whipping up everything from bonbons to caramel-dipped pears in this tiny tourist town, she was ready to move on. And as I started my journey of moving on from Nelson, she swore being up here in the fresh air would give me purpose and help me heal. But, unless my purpose is to be covered in sticky goo every day and have close encounters with bears, I don’t think I’m going to find it here in Peach Creek.
After my morning cup of coffee, I set the shop’s oven to pre-heat, lay out some cookie sheets and wax paper, then haul Tootie back to the cabin and take a shower. When I emerge, just as I’m squeezing the water from my hair, Tootie starts barking downstairs. I step onto the landing and see him scratching like crazy at the glass door.
“Tootie, hush!”
But he keeps going. For a second, I wonder if Tess has come to visit, but she would have called me first.
I think…
Or perhaps it’s Kit at the door. She has worked for Aunt Marlene for years as the manager of Candy’s Candies. She only recently came out to her family as a lesbian after dealing with their homophobic insults her entire life. But it can’t be her at the door because she took the day off to go on a first date in Atlanta.
So, who the hell is it?
I scurry back to the bathroom to look out the window, my jaw falling at the orange flames I see flickering in the oven through the shop’s back door window. “Oh, shit! Shit, shit, shit!”
Frantically, I rush downstairs, and fling open the door, the towel wrapped tightly around me. I hesitate for a split second, wanting to turn back to get some shoes, but there isn’t any time. I dance across the gravel barefoot, letting out a few more expletives until I can take off running on the soft dirt. When I reach the building, I’m relieved to see that there are no customers waiting outside. I secure the towel around my breasts. The air is heavy with smoke, the smoke alarm blaring against my eardrums.
I grab a large mixing bowl from the sink. Careful not to spill it, I dash to the oven and spot the pizza box I’d left inside from last night’s hosted back-to-school cookie night. When I open the door to douse it, I’m immediately met with a whoosh of heat that sends me stumbling back, the bowl of water clattering to the floor.
“Close the oven!” a familiar voice shouts at the same time another familiar voice echoes the same.
Glenn, a regular customer who orders a tin of fudge each week as a treat for his grandkids, is standing right beside … my ex.
Wait … is that my ex? He has grown a thick beard, his espresso brown hair is a bit longer, and his signature geeky glasses are missing from his head.
But … yes, that’s him. Those aquamarine eyes are unmistakable, but he looks more like a carefree lumberjack than the mostly serious geek I remember.
My eyes widen with horror. “What are you doing here?”
“Close the oven!” Glenn shouts again.
My eyes fly back to the flames, which are growing and dangerously close to licking the cabinets above. I slam the door closed, and as I do, my towel decides it’s a perfect time to relax, and it falls to the floor.
I gasp.
Desperate to cover my post-breakup fro––and not believing that this is happening to me again––I yank the towel from the floor and quickly fasten it back into place, one hand holding the tucked portion together for safety as I wonder if the universe is trying to tell me to join a nudist colony.
Nelson opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. I mumble an apology to Glenn, which he gratefully ignores, and says, “Never open an oven when it’s on fire.” He adjusts his Vietnam Vet hat. “Fire needs oxygen. Turn off the oven and leave it be. It’ll die out.”
“Thank you.” My cheeks are hot from embarrassment and the flames. I grab two tins of fudge from the back and slide them across the counter. “It’s on the house today.”
“Thanks.” He clears his throat, careful to keep his eyes on my face like a gentleman. “You gonna be okay with this guy here?” He pivots to Nelson.
Nelson takes a step back, realizing Glenn perceives him as a threat to me. He holds up his hands. “Oh, I’m h-her … her––”
“Ex-boyfriend,” I say for him, recognizing his struggle.
“Oh, I see.” Glenn eyes him disapprovingly. “Well, call down to Glenn’s Garage if you need me. I’ll be there.”
I promise him that I will, a big smile on my face as I lock the door behind him to prevent anyone else from coming into the store, and I pull Nelson to the small office in the back.
“What are you doing here?” I demand, taking in the new him. “And where are your glasses?”
“I got c-contacts.” He bites his lip. “I n-need to talk to you.”
I shake my head. Laugh in disbelief. “No. No, no, no. I’ve been there, done that. I don’t want to hear whatever bullshit you have to say, so let’s rewind. Please tell me this was all random––that you were in the area and came in for some chocolate-covered pears.” I motion toward a tray of pears on a rolling cart outside the door.
His eyes narrow. “Those aren’t ch-chocolate covered.”
I smile, my eyes wild. “They will be after I shove them up your ass.”
He frowns. “Can w-we talk, please? Over dinner or s-something? How are you?”
“How am I?” I laugh, bringing my hands to my hips. “If you mean in general, I suppose I’ve been fabulous. Just burning shit down, you know. If Tootie hadn’t barked, I––” I gasp. “Oh, shit!” My heart pounds in my chest. “Oh, fuck!”
“Tootie? Tooootie?” I sing-song, bolting from the office. I walk briskly through the shop, Nelson following after me. Before he can pry any further, I’m out the back door, sprinting toward the cabin, its door wide open, terrible scenarios playing out in my head. “Tootie!” I run toward the cabin, scanning the trees and yard on the way. Please be in the house, please be in the house.
“W-What’s going on?” Nelson calls after me.
I turn just before my feet hit the gravel path. Narrow my eyes. “Go away!”
“Hailey, I––”
Pain shoots through the pads of my feet when I hit the rocks.
Ouch, shit, ouch, shit, ouch!
I hold out one arm for balance, making sure to keep a firm grip on the towel, my body wobbly as if I’m on a tightrope. “Go…” I yell back to Nelson through gritted teeth. “Aw—” Before I can get the word out, my ankle twists, my raven hair whipping against my eyes as I stumble to the ground, landing in an unnatural position that looks as if I’m unwillingly straddling a pointy cactus.
“Oh, m-my God,” Nelson says.
Despite my embarrassment, I breathe a sigh of relief to see the towel is still safe and sound in my fist and covering all my parts. Lucky me!
I think there might be a pebble stuck between my labia. Never mind. There is definitely a pebble stuck between my labia.
Nelson holds out his hand to me. “Let me h-help you up.”
If I didn’t have a rock in my vagina, I’d say no. But I do have a rock in my vagina, so I relent, holding on to my little white towel for dear life, discreetly using my other hand to extract the pearl from my clam on the way up.
When I’m upright, he says, “Are you okay?”
I ignore him, quickly turning for the cabin, thankful to soon reach the smooth pavers leading to the porch steps. I sprint up the rickety wood, all senses on alert when I dash through the door, calling for Tootie. But I already know he isn’t inside. A city dog since puppyhood, he’s become somewhat of an escape artist since we’ve been in the mountains. One time, I caught him just as he was about to run under the wheel of a garbage truck.
Footsteps behind me. Nelson stops at my side. He’s in my house. Okay, Aunt Marlene’s
house, which is now basically my house. Whatever you want to say, it’s not Nelson’s house, and he just marched right in without so much as knocking. Of course, the door was open, but—
“Is he gone?” Nelson says.
When I turn to him, fully prepared to rip him a new one for walking in, I soften when I see the concern on his face. Regardless of what happened between Nelson and me, he is the first guy I’ve dated to actually like Tootie. Sure, others pretended at first––until he shit in their shoes or chewed up their couch or ate the money out of their wallet––but Nelson truly liked him. Loved him, even. He never scolded Tootie when he shredded his Jennifer Aniston autograph or ate a crayon at the park and vomited it all over his car’s tan upholstery. He treated him like his own.
But then I remember he gave Tootie up the second he decided to cheat on me. “I need to go find my dog, if you’ll excuse me.” I motion toward the open door.
He presses his lips together, as if he has a lot to say to that could possibly make what he did any better. I note the dark circles beneath his eyes, the wrinkles in his T-shirt, his general dishevelment, and I almost feel sorry for him.
And if I hadn’t been through this same song and dance more times than I’d like to admit, I would definitely feel sorry for him.
I raise my brows with impatience. “Did you hear me? Bye!”
“Come on. Let me help you f-find him. We just n-need to think like a dog.”
A smirk crosses my lips. “Well, that shouldn’t be a problem for you, should it?” I glare at him. “Goodbye, Nelson.”


Lauren Campbell is a USA Today bestselling romance author who writes across multiple subgenres. When she’s not writing, she’s typically on the couch with her four toy poodles – often crying about not being able to rescue all the dogs from shelters (her teenager is quite allergic and asthmatic to shedding dogs). If not on the couch crying, she can usually be found playing chauffeur to her kids, on a film set with the allergic teen, who is an actor but can’t seem to act un-allergic, or on the phone with her mom saying absolutely nothing. She lives in Atlanta, Georgia.

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New Years with the Single Dad by Whitley Cox

Title: New Year’s with the Single Dad
Series: The Single Dads of Seattle
Author: Whitley Cox
Genre: Single Dad Holiday Romance/Comedy
Release Date: November 30, 2019

A lot can happen in twenty-four hours …
Welcome to Seattle, the Emerald City and home to The Single Dads of Seattle. Ten sexy single fathers who play poker every Saturday night, have each other’s backs, love their children without quarter, and hope to one day find love again.

This is Emmetts story …

Single dad of Seattle, Dr. Emmett Strong doesn’t believe in soulmates. Not since his ex-wife blindsided him with divorce papers, breaking not just his heart, but his daughter’s, as well. Eighteen months later, it’s just the two of them and he intends to keep it that way. He won’t hurt Josie again by bringing another woman into her life. However, fate has other plans and on New Year’s Eve, sparks instantly fly when he bumps into the intriguing and beautiful Zara.
Single mom and flower shop owner, Zara Olsen, has no time–or patience–for wishy-washy men who can’t commit., so she’s definitely not going to fall for the unavailable doctor. But when Emmett keeps getting thrown into her path, and the two wind up at the same New Year’s Eve party, she wonders if fate is trying to tell her he’s not so unavailable after all. He’s funny and kind, the chemistry between them is sizzling and it’s almost midnight. It must be time for a kiss. But when she finally gives into their attraction, she begins to regret it when Emmett starts acting strange.

Can Emmett set aside the past and reach for the bright future he could have with Zara, or will this New Year’s with the Single Dad end up being one Zara will remember, but would rather forget?

**Note: This book can be read as a standalone. It includes lots of steamy scenes, cursing, and of course as with all my books, this has an HEA and no cliffhanger or cheating. If you like single dads who take charge, this book is for you.

A Canadian West Coast baby born and raised, Whitley is married to her high school sweetheart, and together they have two beautiful daughters and a fluffy dog. She spends her days making food that gets thrown on the floor, vacuuming Cheerios out from under the couch and making sure that the dog food doesn’t end up in the air conditioner. But when nap time comes, and it’s not quite wine o’clock, Whitley sits down, avoids the pile of laundry on the couch, and writes.
A lover of all things decadent; wine, cheese, chocolate and spicy erotic romance, Whitley brings the humorous side of sex, the ridiculous side of relationships and the suspense of everyday life into her stories. With single dads, firefighters, Navy SEALs, mommy wars, body issues, threesomes, bondage and role-playing, Whitley’s books have all the funny and fabulously filthy words you could hope for.