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Message in a Bullet


A Raymond Mackey Mystery, Book 1


Date Published: September 30, 2021

Publisher: OTF Literary

Raymond Mackey is a struggling crime writer. His friends call him Mack. But friends are in short supply these days. Mack’s thirty years as a homicide detective came to the kind of abrupt, ignominious end that tends to make friends dry up and blow away. It matters little that Mack was never actually a mole working for a shadowy, seemingly omnipresent mob boss. Somehow, the evidence was there anyway and the scandal ended everything for him overnight. Lucky to stay out of prison, Mack lives in a netherworld of forced retirement, spinning his memories of old homicide cases into pulp fiction and working part time as a shopping mall cop. His wife Marlo, the greatest criminal investigator Mack has ever known, has been dead of pancreatic cancer for nearly five years. That leaves his ancient Smith-Corona Corsair, a pack of Camels, a bottle of Old Forester, and Marlo’s bourbon-loving cat, Phil, as Mack’s only company.

Almost. Because Mack also keeps himself company. The psychiatrists call it Depersonalization-Derealization Disorder. Mack calls it Triple-D. But crazy also works. It means he watches himself, usually from an overhead perspective, as though someone has tied a floating camera to a back beltloop on a long string. It makes him feel watched, and not by someone inclined to judge him kindly. So Raymond Mackey comes complete with his own Greek chorus. “Watch yourself, Mack,” people tell him. He has no choice.

When one of Mack’s old informants goes missing and Mack’s face turns up in a dead man’s camera, his past comes roaring painfully back to life. Now the police want him for questioning, the mob want him dead and it’s increasingly difficult to tell who, exactly, is working for whom. As a mercilessly hot Chicago summer finally breaks and it starts to rain bodies, Mack finds himself past his prime for this kind of action. Retirement has added weight and subtracted agility. He hasn’t fired a weapon in years. His antiquated cell phone will not stop ringing with a mysteriously blocked number. In the end, as Mack watches himself from above, it is razor-sharp instinct, cheap consumer electronics and his dead wife that offer his only hope.

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Bona Fide Fake by Rebecca Raine

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Cover Reveal & Giveaway: Bona Fide Fake By Rebecca Raine


Experimental Love, Book 2

My new fake boyfriend may not like me, but he needs me. There are worse foundations for a relationship.


Toni Fairweather is a liar and a fake. I suspected it the day we met, but when he lies to his friends about being my boyfriend, I know for sure. I’ll play along with his deception, but Toni will owe me – big time.

I have my own reasons for needing a boyfriend. Someone who can handle me. Someone who can keep me in line. Toni is demanding enough to fulfil every requirement.

I don’t need to like the man… to obey him.


I never meant to fake a relationship with the lead singer of a local rock band. But the fib popped out over lunch with my best friend, and now I’m expected to present my new boyfriend at his engagement party next month.

The good news? I’m not the only one in need of a date.

Being boyfriends for a month shouldn’t be hard, but I do have one condition: this won’t be some fake boyfriends deal. I want a real relationship, and Ned’s going to give it to me.

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The Summer Proposal by Vi Keeland

Title: The Summer Proposal
Author: Vi Keeland
Genre: Standalone Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 10, 2022


The first time I met Max Yearwood was on a blind date.
Max was insanely gorgeous, funny, and our chemistry was off the charts. He also had the biggest dimples I’d ever laid eyes on.
Exactly what I needed after my breakup.
Or so I thought…
Until my real date arrived.
Turned out, Max wasn’t who I was there to meet. He only pretended to be until my real date showed up.
To say I was disappointed would be an understatement.
Before he left, he slipped me a ticket to a hockey game a few blocks away, in case things didn’t work out on my actual date.
I tossed the ticket into my purse and went about trying to enjoy the man I was supposed to meet.
But my real blind date and I had no connection.
So on my way home, I decided to take a chance and stop by the game.
When I arrived, the seat next to me was empty.
Disappointed again, I decided to leave at the end of the period.
Just before the buzzer, one of the teams scored, and the entire arena went crazy.
A player’s face flashed up on the Jumbotron. He was wearing a helmet, but I froze when he smiled.
You guessed it: Dimples.
Apparently, my fake blind date hadn’t invited me to watch hockey with him, he’d invited me to watch him play.
And so began my adventure with Max Yearwood.
He was everything I needed at the time—fun, sexy, up for anything, and only around for a few months since he’d signed with a new team three-thousand miles away.
Max proposed we spend the summer helping me forget my ex. It sounded like a good plan. Things couldn’t get too serious when we had an expiration date. Right?
Though, you know what they say about the best-laid plans.



Vi Keeland is a #1 New York Times, #1 Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author. With millions of books sold, her titles have appeared in over a hundred Bestseller lists and are currently translated in twenty-five languages. She resides in New York with her husband and their three children where she is living out her own happily ever after with the boy she met at age six.





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Oblivion, part of Corinne Michaels’ Salvation Society Series world by Vi Summers.



A Salvation Society Series World Novel



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My entire world shattered the day my mom’s twenty-one-year long lie blew up in her face.

If only that was the end of our family secrets and deceit.

Taken, manipulated, and used as a pawn in a political game, I didn’t think life could get more complicated.

That was until I ran into Dante again.

Once my lover, then my salvation, his wolfish eyes now look through me as if none of that ever mattered.


The day I left the Green Berets was the day I failed my comrades. There was only so much bullshit, loss, and destruction one could take, and I was foolish to think it would end when I hung up my uniform for good.

When Penny crashed into my life for the second time, not only did she have me torn between our past and the present, she created one helluva problem…

I want so much more than the contract with her father allows.

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Forbidden Crown



I did a bad thing. I kissed my professor, and I liked it.

A lot.

Bastian Pierce is twice my age. Sinfully gorgeous. Notoriously wild.

He’s temptation wrapped in leather, tattoos, and Savile Row linen. And he knows it.

The problem is, so do I.


In my defense, it was before I knew he was my professor.

Before I knew the devil’s deal he’d made with my family.

Consider this my confession.

Signed with a scandal.

Sealed with the forbidden.

Delivered with a fall.

And it’s a long way down…

This standalone, extra spicy Bratva academy romance is guaranteed to leave your kindle steaming. Step into the viper’s nest of Oxford Hills Academy and meet the Savage Heirs of Bratva kings and oligarchs.

Absolutely no cheating, no cliffhanger, and a happy ever after. 

I’m on the hunt—for what, I’m not even clear on. Darkness. The embrace of blackness. Sin to give me salvation. Temptation to break me. I’m looking for the edge, so that I can toss myself headfirst over it.

The liquor burns like a familiar fling’s warm embrace. I’m not the kind of drinker that romanticizes it. I don’t delude myself into thinking that what me and my escape of choice have together is love.

But it is a good time. It’s fun. It’s fleeting, until the next time, when she—liquor, that is—knows damn well I’ll be calling again.

We’ve had this arrangement for years. I know liquor sees other people—several, several other people. And I’m fine with that. So long as she’s also there when I need her. She always is. And so it goes.

Lately, we’re inseparable. That’s what happens—at least if you’re me—when life traps your balls between a rock and a hard place. Or, several rocks, and several hard places.

I’ve made my career writing books that toed the bleeding edge of appropriate. And my real-world antics have gone the same path. The “bad boy of modern British literature,” they’ve called me in the press. “If Hunter S. Thompson wrote Fight Club,” is a personal favorite, for all the obvious reasons.

I’d done it. I’d broken out of the snobby, loathsome “elite society” world I’d always hated. I’d achieved greatness, through writing fiction, a profession my parents always cringed at me delving into.

Until I went too high. Until my “fiction” veered all too close to the real world and ticked off the wrong people. A book deal, and my entire publishing contract, up in smoke. Dropped by my agent. And as a lovely little fuck-you cherry on top, I’m about to be branded a sexual predator—blatant lie it may be—in a “tell-all” book my former assistant is threatening to publish.

Do not pass go. Do not collect two-hundred pounds. Get fucked, Bastian.

In short, I’ve been ostracized. Cast out of Eden; on the cliff’s edge of being Cancelled, with a capital “C.”

That’s not why I’m drinking like my liver owes me its own head on a spike, though. I’m drinking because of the devil’s deal I’m making with a woman I absolutely loathe. Because she holds the keys to my salvation.

I scowl into the rest of the whiskey at the bottom of my glass before I knock it back with one gulp. I’m supposed to be “slowing down.” Or “keeping a low profile,” as Wendell, my attorney, keeps mothering me with. “Don’t give them ammunition,” he says with exasperation. “Don’t put a hole in this parachute Rebecca is giving you.”

Yeah, fuck that. And fuck Rebecca. Well, not actually. Luckily, actually fucking her isn’t part of our arrangement. Not fucking anyone else, though, is.

Which means I’m screwed, in every sense except the fun way.

I glance up at the bartender. Behind him, a hundred gleaming bottles of flavored vodkas, infused tequilas, and whatever the unholy fuck “cask-aged, local-batch dry-botanical gin” is line the glass shelves. Some god-awful DJ is absolutely murdering one of my favorite Lou Reed songs over the sound system, and a hundred carefree patrons half my age squeal and dance and snap selfies around the club bar.

This is just about the very last place on earth I’d prefer to have a drink. Except I don’t know Manchester at all. So when I asked my cab driver to “bring me to a bar” before my dinner later, this is where I wound up.

I feel like I’m in a car commercial aimed at twenty-somethings with ADD.

But fuck it. There’s liquor. And tonight, I’m going to need every goddamn drop they have. I raise my brows at the bartender as I tap the empty glass in front of me.

“Another,” I grunt.

The guy is sporting suspenders, a bowtie, and a goddamn mustache. Irony, served up, chilled, and with a twist. He grins as he sidles up and slips a leather-bound book the size of a fucking phone directory in front of me

“Care to look at the cocktail list, mate?”

“No, just the whiskey. Neat.”

“We’ve got this bloody brilliant maple-smoke-infused old fashioned. Well, it’s a bit of a riff on an old fashioned.”

He chuckles. I haven’t the slightest fucking idea why.

“Just the whiskey.”

He winks as he nods knowingly.

“Are you a daiquiri man?”

My jaw grinds. “Do I look like a fucking daiquiri man?” My eyes narrow. “Whiskey. By itself. In a fucking glass. It’s literally that simple. You can even leave the bottle and I’ll pour it myself.”

He laughs. I resist the urge to reach across the bar and strangle him until he “ironically” shits his pants.

He glances down the bar and stiffens. Then he grins as he turns back to me.

“Well, I’ll give you a minute with that menu, mate. Feel free to ask any questions.”

And then he walks away. I stare at his retreat in disbelief. Are you fucking kidding me? My disposition turns from stormy to downright hurricane-level. Fuck this. I’m drinking someplace where grow-ups serve grown-ups.

I’m about to throw a few pounds on the bar and leave, when I turn to see what the fuck is so important to have pulled his attention.

The music dulls. The lights fade. My blood sizzles like liquid fire.

Blonde. Tall. Willowy, and yet curvy in the places that reinvent the word “sin.” She’s in a tiny little black cocktail dress and fuck-me heels, with legs that go up to forever and leave me fucking brain dead.

Oh. That’s what.

She’s six feet away from me, smiling at Mr. Irony as he leers at her across the bar. For some reason, I want to smash his fucking teeth out. I narrow in on the way he’s looking at this girl who I don’t even know, who I’ve never even seen before, and who for all I know is his girlfriend. And all I feel is pure, vicious jealousy.

“Could I have one of your peach cosmos, please?”

He arches a brow. “How old are you, luv?”


Yeah, that’s complete bullshit. She looks younger than the horrific excuse for a mustache on the bartender’s face. She’s twenty-three like I’m Earnest fucking Hemingway. Christ, she looks like she could be in high school for fuck’s sake.

“Twenty-three, aye?”

She smiles a heart-stopping, cock-throbbing, teasingly flirty grin. “Yep.”

“Sit tight, beautiful. I’ll get that for you now.”

I roll my eyes. But even through my searing jealousy and desire to knock the smug off mustache-boy’s face, I don’t blame him. A girl like that? With that body, those legs, and that smile?

The only right answer to anything that girl asks is “yes.” And she fuckin’ knows it.

She pulls her phone out a small clutch and pages through it. She rolls her eyes at something on the screen, puts it away, and then suddenly turns to glance my way. Her eyes spark, and a small flush hits her cheeks before she quickly looks away. But when she looks back, I’m still staring.

This is a supremely bad idea.

I’m thirty-two years old. And I know how this plays out. I know that flush of excitement and intrigue in her face. I know the furtive glances those big blue eyes are casting on my tattooed biceps stretching the probably-against-dress-code white t-shirt I’m wearing. I’m fully aware of the effect my casual, devil-may-care smirk has on women.

Which is why this is a very, very bad idea.

A reader first and foremost, Jagger Cole cut his romance writing teeth penning various fan-fiction stories years ago. After deciding to hang up his writing boots, Jagger worked in advertising pretending to be Don Draper. It worked enough to convince a woman way out of his league to marry him, though, which is a total win.

Now, Dad to two little princesses and King to a Queen, Jagger is thrilled to be back at the keyboard.

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The Memory Watcher by Minka Kent


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When Autumn Carpenter stumbles upon the social media account of the family who adopted her infant daughter years ago, she finds herself instantly drawn into their picture-perfect existence. 

From behind a computer screen, Autumn watches Grace’s every memory, from birthdays to holidays to bedtime snuggles. But what starts as an innocent fascination soon spirals into an addictive obsession that comes to a screeching halt the day the McMullen family closes their Instaface account without so much as a warning. 

Frantic and desperate to reconnect with her daughter, Autumn applies for a nanny position with the McMullens, manipulating herself into Grace’s life under false pretenses. And it’s only then that Autumn discovers pictures lie, the perfect family doesn’t exist, and beautiful people? They have the ugliest secrets. 

“Autumn’s stalking of the family who adopted her child is a gut-wrenching and heart-pounding exploration of a very disturbed woman’s psyche. Is she a forlorn mother desperate to reconnect with her child? Is she a delusional woman obsessed with a non-existent perfection? Autumn’s bizarre fascination and Daphne’s constant struggle to maintain her family create the perfect blend of mystery, suspense, and intrigue. The author keeps you guessing, and I never saw the twist coming!” – Book Lover, Amazon Reviewer

Minka Kent has been crafting stories since before she could scribble her name. With a love of the literary dark and twisted, Minka cut her teeth on Goosebumps and Fear Street, graduated to Stephen King as a teenager, and now counts Gillian Flynn, Chevy Stevens, and Caroline Kepnes amongst her favorite authors and biggest influences. Minka has always been curious about good people who do bad things and loves to explore what happens when larger-than-life characters are placed in fascinating situations.

In her non-writing life, Minka is a thirty-something wife and mother who equally enjoys sunny and rainy days, loves freshly cut hydrangeas, hides behind oversized sunglasses, travels to warmer climates every chance she gets, and bakes sweet treats when the mood strikes (spoiler alert: it’s often).

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Dark Sentinel by Melissa Combs

Dark Sentinel
Melissa Combs
Publication date: January 4th 2022
Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Romance

Their love could give him a second chance at life-or condemn her to an eternity of damnation.

Yanked from his tortured existence in Netherworld and dumped naked in the Louisiana Bayou, Lash could swear he’s died and gone to heaven. Except for the fact that a millennium ago he died a condemned soul, forever barred from Paradise. His new life feels like the next best thing, full of small miracles. Like silence. And ice water. And the company of a beautiful, compassionate woman.

Teva is a woman with a taste for heavy-metal music, an inherited talent for magic, and a trusting heart. She knows nothing about the mysterious stranger she’s taken in, only that he needs her help. And the fact that he’s gorgeous hasn’t escaped her attention. She can’t see Lash as anything other than a sexy, gentle man who soothes her nightmares away. Then Lash learns the real reason for his reprieve from Netherworld-he’s been sent to corrupt Teva’s soul with sinful pleasures. Starved for tenderness and aching with desire, Lash yearns to accept the loving embrace Teva offers. But he can’t give in to passion without tainting her, condemning her to the horrors of Netherworld.

The ultimate battle between good and evil is brewing, and Lash stands caught in the middle between Teva, who owns his heart-and Satan, who owns his soul.

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Her head kept nodding into his shoulder. She was sleepy and should be in bed, asleep and alone. But instead, she lay resting beside him.

He sighed. “Bedtime.”

“Oh, not yet. I’m awake.”

He grunted. “Your eyes are little slits.”

She gasped. “Do I look that bad?” She pushed to sit upward.

“Not at all.” In truth, he wanted to hold her and ease her tiredness. She’d stayed up with him, for him. He required little sleep and watched cartoons to pass time. “Go to bed. And I’ll clean up here.”

“Oh, no, I’ll help.”

“Fine. I’ll put you to bed.” He sat up, then scooped her up into his arms. She squealed while he stood up.

“Oh, gosh. Nic, put me down. I know I’m heavy.”

He frowned. She wasn’t heavy. Not at all. In Netherworld, he could handle burdens five times his weight. He was a good, dependable slave. She didn’t weigh anything near what he did.

After a moment of struggle, she wrapped her arms around his neck. Her breasts flattened against his chest. “Don’t drop me.”

As if.

He inhaled. He’d never get enough of her unique scent. Surely Paradise didn’t smell any better. When he went home, he’d treasure the memory of her scent as much as he would her and her touch.

The soft pant of her breath teased him. His cock hardened, so rigid it ached.

A gentle hand tangled into his hair.

He groaned, finally arriving inside her room. “Here you go.” He released her legs, only to have her arms continue to cling to his neck. “Teva…”

“Kiss me, Nic.”

His heart thundered in his chest. Beat in his ears. Lust surged to his cock to tighten his balls.

*A kiss…*

“A kiss goodnight can do neither of us any harm.”

Not able to argue, hungrily, he dipped his head. She rose up on tiptoe to press her lips to his. He groaned at the jolt of desire that rushed through his veins. His hands held a steady grip on her hips.

Soft lips brushed across his mouth.

Arousal beat strong within him. His hands drifted up along her back.

She moaned.

Her lips and teeth teased as she writhed in his arms.

His cock twitched. His balls tightened in warning at the promise of release. Licking, she tugged at his mouth until he opened, allowing her to seek entrance. Her tongue dove into his mouth to toy with his own. She tasted of the grapes and cantaloupe they’d snacked on.

Lash growled as hunger beat stronger. His hands drifted down to capture her ass. He cupped her in his palms to press his hard length into her soft belly. Need boiled hot in his balls. He wanted to come, but most of all he wanted Teva. He ached to stuff her with his cock until he exploded into her soft depths.

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Melissa writes for herself and creates her worlds for her characters. She’s authored stories in several different genres of romance, including paranormal, contemporary, suspense, dark fantasy, historical, futuristic, as well as, horror. She’s also collaborated with Mechele Armstrong. She’s been interested in the human psyche and paranormal activities since she gained eyesight at the age of twenty-two. She’s earned dual MAs in English and creative writing and advocates for the blind.

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Cocky Devil by Tara L. Ames

Title: Cocky Devil
A Cocky Hero Club Novel
Author: Tara L. Ames
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 9, 2022

Vi Keeland and Penelope Ward are excited to bring you the Cocky Hero Club: original works from various authors inspired by Keeland and Ward’s New York Times bestselling Cocky Bastard series.


A hockey star looking for more than a score. An Olympic figure skater dodging his play.
A desire too ice melting hot to ignore.

My flight was cancelled and I ended up sharing a ride home with a guy I had met on my vacation. But he was no ordinary guy.
Two hundred pounds of sexy.
Six foot three made of steel.
Top scorer both on and off the ice.
This hottie knew how to slap a puck!
He was #35 on the ice and #1 in puck bunny hearts.
I had to protect myself from this cocky devil before he became #1 in mine. Burned by his teammate, I swore off dating anymore jocks and that included this one… No matter how crazy fun my adventure was with him on that wild trip home!

I wasn’t expecting to fall for a sexy snow bunny on my ski vacation, let alone an Olympic figure skater. But after four amazing days with her, she left me high and dry.
Well, I refused to believe good things come to an end. I was determined to melt away her fears and win her back.
It was game on, baby!

Cocky Devil is a fast-paced hockey romance inspired by Cocky Bastard.



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USA Today Bestselling Author Tara L. Ames is an award-winning author of contemporary romances. She is a past president of Florida Romance Writers and a recipient of the Bobbi Smith’s RT Preconference Award. She has also received awards for The Risk Taker, book one in the Alpha Aviators series, and for the Me + You Summer Romance Anthology. In addition, she is proud of participating in The Hero’s Journey Home anthology that benefitted veterans suffering from PTSD. Tara lives in Florida and writes full-time. Qigong/Tai Chi/Sudoku are her three biggest addictions besides chocolate.