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Oaths and Omissions by Sav R. Miller

Title: Oaths and Omissions
Series: Monsters & Muses #3
Author: Sav R. Miller
Genre: Dark Romance
Release Date: March 15, 2022


Lenny Primrose is a puppet.
A temptress sent to make my life bloody miserable.
Adored by the public and used for her father’s benefit.
Every man wants her, and every woman wants to be her.

She’s good for my reputation.
That’s the only reason I agree to the little devil’s proposal.

I’m game.
Willing to play pretend to get what I want.

Until what I want is her.

Now, there are no rules.
I’ll wage a war against the world just to keep her.


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Sav R. Miller is an international bestselling author of dark and contemporary romance. She prefers the villains in most stories, and thinks everyone deserves happily-ever-after. Currently, Sav lives in central Kentucky with two pups, Lord Byron and Poe. She loves sitcoms, silence, and sardonic humor.


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The Line by Colleen Charles

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Lines are meant to be crossed…

What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. At least that’s what I’ve always heard.

But I’m pretty sure they also say that a diamond lasts forever.

And the mystery woman leaving my sin city hotel room – the one with legs for days and the sexiest backside I’ve ever seen?

She’s wearing one on her left hand that goes right along with the official looking marriage certificate I find in my gym bag even as her intoxicating scent still lingers on my bedsheets.

Although I can’t remember how we got hitched, I know I want her more than I’ve ever wanted a woman before.

With my heart aching in my chest, I make one fatal mistake by letting her leave after our one night of wedded bliss.

She’s my wife and I don’t even know her name.

Apparently, tequila and matrimony don’t mix. But despite my Rochester Riot buddies begging me to forget all about it, destroy the evidence and fly home to fulfill my NHL dreams, I don’t want a divorce.

I want her.


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Perfect Distraction by Fiona Keane

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Falling for my best friend was only one part of my problem.

Barely making it through my senior year of college was the rest of it. I just survived midterms, and finals are knocking on my door with their mocking middle finger.

If I’m going to land the internship of my dreams and make a life for myself, I need to limit distractions and survive the semester. It’s hard to think that far ahead when I’m listening to my heart and bed scream for Gio. He’s half the reason my mind is a mess.

The other reason why I’m so distracted is the gorgeous, intelligent, way too hard to ignore, graduate student teaching my favorite class. I can’t think of anything else when Milo is around, especially when we’re stuck together in a blizzard. Like the melting ice around us, I don’t stand a chance.

I know I need to stop, to distance myself from both of them, and that’s why I’m determined to focus on myself. I have to figure out who I am, what I want, and get myself together.

But what do I do when real, life-altering love slips away?

Will it all be too much, or will I learn that my gorgeous, perfect distraction was worth the risk?


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Getting lost in the pages of a book is Fiona’s favorite escape. Bouncing between YA, contemporary, and romantic suspense, Fiona writes about love because she believes the world needs more of it. Writing from the Pacific Northwest, Fiona can be found creating memories with her family, and daydreaming of her next story while wandering the aisles of local bookstores and coffee shops in the rain.




LiberateHER by KL Myers

LiberateHer by Author KL Myers is releasing on April 4th!

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LIBERATOR – someone who sets a person free from imprisonment or oppression.

Grigsby Myers had one goal growing up: never want for anything. He’s dedicated his whole life to achieving financial freedom at the cost of finding someone to grow old with.

On his 30th birthday, he finally obtains everything he’s ever wanted, along with the realization that he has no one special to share this milestone with. Other than his acquaintances at Cypher, a private gentlemen’s club he belongs to, that is.

But now, there’s a new addition to the club, and her name is Starr. Something about her calls to him, even though it is apparent she doesn’t belong in a place like that. Without speaking to her, he senses something special about Starr—a pureness he needs in this life.

One night everything changes and finds Grigsby leaving Cypher without looking back. Distance and time could erase one night’s wrong decision… or so he thought.

Five years later, a dead man’s last request comes in the form of a letter forcing him and Starr to meet once again. Neither of them expected the secret it revealed. Will this new information have Grigsby liberating Starr from her ties to Cypher or have him running further away than he was before?


K.L. Myers was born in West Berlin, Germany while her father was stationed there. She spent her childhood moving from continent to continent finally landing permanently in Colorado when her father retired. Eventually, K.L. moved to “hell”, aka Arizona where she resides with her husband & their fur babies. She has 2 grown daughters & 3 Grandchildren.

KL has a passion for reading and writing hot romance when she isn’t juggling family & a full-time job.

Her books & novellas show a pension for a bad boy with a heart of gold. Coupling her bad boys with strong, independent women who don’t need rescuing, and just maybe a taste of naughty redemption! Her characters will pull you in & leave you satiated, yet panting for more, more, MORE!

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The Corpse Princess by Jayce Carter

The Corpse Princess by Jayce Carter

Book 1 in the Nemesis series

Word Count: 82,575 Book Length: SUPER NOVEL Pages: 302



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Karma is a bitch—but then again, so am I. Ten years ago, a group of men murdered my mother and thought they had killed me. I’ve spent every day since planning revenge against the man behind the attack—my father. As the head of a powerful crime family, he won’t be an easy target, but nothing matters more than making him pay for what he’s done. Now, I return in disguise, only to end up on the radar of the Quad—the four most dangerous men in the city…men I’ve been desperately in love with since I was a teen. I have no idea if they were in on the plan to have me killed, but I can’t stop myself from craving their taste, their bodies and their rough, domineering touches. Even though I know the risks, I keep falling deeper into our twisted relationship. My plan is simple—find and get rid of the people who carried out the attack, kill my father…and don’t fall in love with the men who might have betrayed me. This world already killed me once—let it try again. Reader advisory: This book contains scenes of murder, attempted murder, and violence. It includes a morally gray heroine.


Nem Revenge is a fire that burns everything, including the person who sets it. That was fine by me—I’d happily turn to ash if I could take a few others with me. I glanced around the busy room, at the people who moved around with no idea about the monster among them, the one with the face of a girl. “You want a drink?” The man who asked wore a suit, and I had no idea who he was. There were people worth knowing, people important enough for me to identify and acknowledge, and there was everybody else. I wasn’t there for fun, to make friends—those things were far outside my life. If they weren’t people I could use to get to my goal, I didn’t give a fuck about them. However, that wasn’t the plan tonight. Every game had its rules, its roles, and I knew exactly how to play. Tonight? I was trying to blend in, to be just another person in a sea of people who didn’t matter. That was the plan. I needed to move through the space but not draw too much attention. It was a line—stay hidden but close enough to get the information I needed. And what I needed was the man across the room in the white tank top, the one with the tattoos on his left arm and a shot glass in his hand. “Thank you,” I told the other man, the unimportant one who had decided to try his luck. “But I’m okay.” “I haven’t seen you here before,” he said, apparently not the type to take no for an answer. “I would have remembered this hair of yours.” He reached out, taking a strand of the bright and completely unnatural red between his fingers. The audacity. I kept myself still and pulled my lips into a smile. I could bury a knife between his ribs, but keeping my eyes on the goal was more important. I’d come too far to give up what I wanted most for what sounded good in the moment. “I’m new.” I shifted enough so he lost his grasp on my hair. “Oh yeah? How’d you find your way here, little rabbit?” Little rabbit? I struggled not to roll my eyes at the stupid nickname, at how little it resembled me at all. It was like so many other things—some man trying to put me in my place for no good reason, him judging me because it made him feel more important. “I met someone at a party and he invited me.” The man paused and furrowed his eyebrows. That’s right. Think it through. This world was all about who a person knew, about the connections they had. I could watch it all run through his head. Who was this man who’d invited me? Could I already be claimed by someone else, someone he didn’t want to screw with? The level of unease told me where this particular man sat when it came to power. The more fear, the more uncertainty, the farther down he was, and the more people he had to worry about. The last thing he’d want was to piss off someone who would take the offense personally. This guy was basement-level, judging by the way he took off with hardly a goodbye. Good riddance. I needed to focus. The man I’d been watching tossed back his shot. He rested against the bar, his attention on a woman beside him. Her smile was tight at the corners, a sign so subtle few would have noticed it. It told me what I could have guessed already. A whore. I didn’t say that with any censure. Everyone sold themselves in one way or another. Muscle sold their strength, wives sold their youth and mob bosses sold their souls. Women who sold sex weren’t a bit different, other than they were often more talented. It also made it easier to watch the man, since the professional would keep his attention. I sipped the drink I’d ordered, the whiskey sharp on my tongue. I wouldn’t overindulge—I needed all my wits about me—but not drinking would make me stand out. The club was louder than it had any right to be. It was full of people who thought they could move up in life, the ones who hadn’t accepted their place in the world, which was fine by me. Hope gave me a foot in the door. I brought my glass to my lips again, sipping more of the burning liquid, taking in the man across the room. Herold ‘Lucky’ Hanson. His parents had been idiots to give him such an absurd name, which was one reason I didn’t think his nickname fit him well. He didn’t seem all that Lucky to me. He sure won’t be soon… I drank one more time before approaching the bar. Voices filtered through the music, tiny bits of information I filed away as I crossed the space. A woman flirted while admitting she was there behind her husband’s back. A man trying to put one over on his boss. Two women, sisters, who cheered while a bodyguard watched over them. That was how it worked, though. Everyone had their own shit going on. Even though what I had going on was all I cared about, it was amazing how damned busy the world was. Everyone moved around continuously, always striving for something, running from things, toward other things, and all with a million plans. It was the best puzzle in the world, one with parts that never stopped. As I neared the bar, I closed in on the only conversation that mattered—that between Lucky and the woman who’d need to find a new mark for the night. “That’s a lot,” Lucky said. “I don’t normally pay for it, you know.” Liar. Everyone paid for sex in one way or another. “That’s the same thing people like to say about most jobs, but the reality is that there’s a difference between a professional and an amateur. Any old person can scribble out a stick figure, but that’s not the same as the skills of an artist. A quick lay, that’s one thing, but what I can offer?” She dragged her fingers down his arm. “Well, that is an entirely different thing.” She’s good. I filed that away, noting her black hair, her painted red lips, for when I might need information. A person could never have enough sources, and I’d learned those could be the difference between success and failure. And failure carried a hefty price in my world. Lucky moved his gaze over the woman, a slow, lingering perusal that made my skin crawl. “Well, that sounds fun. Might just be worth it.” The woman smiled and reached out, setting her palm on Lucky’s forearm. “We have rooms here, upstairs.” Lucky shook his head. “No. I don’t like having a potential audience or recording.” The woman’s smile slipped, a hesitancy there. “It’s dangerous for girls in my line of work to follow men home.” Lucky let out a dark chuckle. “Girls in your line of work oughta read people well enough to know which guys want to fuck you and which ones want to kill you. If I wanted to hurt you, I wouldn’t be offering to pay you.” Even still, the woman didn’t look convinced. Lucky must have realized he was losing her, because he leaned in closer, lowering his voice until I could only just catch it. “You think I don’t know how people are dealt with who fuck with this place? With you girls? I ain’t stupid—I wouldn’t put myself in the crosshairs here. I’ll pay your boss personally, in advance, for the whole night. Be a fucking idiot to do anything after that, and I ain’t no idiot.” The woman’s smile faded, as if it took all her attention to consider Lucky, to judge the truth of his words. After a moment, she nodded. “Okay. Let me go get my boss and send her over.” I stayed behind Lucky, out of his line of sight. Another woman came up after the first left, this woman with hair so blonde it was white, the confident steps of someone who had no fear walking through the crowded club full of the sort of men no one wanted to cross. They spoke, the woman’s voice strong and sure. They agreed on a price, a time, and the woman offered a not-so-subtle threat along with the rest. Lucky paid the price—five thousand—in cash on the spot. It seemed, despite his previous objections, he’d gone there looking for sex. There wasn’t any other reason for him to carry that much cash. Lucky took off after writing down his address on a card and handing it over to the woman. The woman didn’t rise, though. Even when alone, dressed in a suit with no shirt beneath the jacket, that dipped low to show off the valley of space between her breasts, she remained. At least, until she lifted her eyes to me. “You seem awfully interested in this,” she said. I met her gaze, surprised by her bright blue eyes. They stood out against her pale hair, making her striking in a way few people were. I could lie, try to pretend I was just anyone there. The way to react always depended on the person I was talking to. I had to measure them up, decide the best way to manipulate them. This woman? She was too smart, too calculating for me to act as if she had it all wrong. Recalling what Lucky had said, though, gave me my way in. Everyone had a weakness, something they feared, something they wanted. Know what that was, and I could get whatever I wanted from them. “I think it would be a good idea if your employee missed that appointment,” I answered. “Oh, really? Wouldn’t that be bad for business?” I shook my head. “The thing is, Lucky there won’t be all that lucky tonight. That’s the way the night will go no matter what, and your girl already got paid, so it’d be safest if she just wasn’t there at all.” The woman narrowed her eyes. “Does he deserve it?” I thought back, remembering Lucky when he was younger, able to picture the way the red light had bounced off his white teeth. Did anyone deserve it? “He deserves it and more.” The woman didn’t react with surprise. Instead, those red lips of hers pulled to the side in a cold grin, one that screamed of a camaraderie between us, as if we were cut from the same cloth. “Do you know why I named this place the way I did? People hear the name, Diamond’s Edge, and they think it has something to do with women being gems.” “If that’s not it, what is it?” “Diamonds are the hardest naturally occurring substance on earth. Despite this, they’re bought and protected and valued as something pretty while most of us ignore their reality.” The woman set her elbow on the counter, her eyes unnerving in their intensity. “That’s what I named it after. The girls here, they’re seen as pretty, as something to be hoarded and owned. I named this club because the women here have that same edge when they need it. It’s something people forget too often.” She held her hand out. “My name is Valeria Preston.” I shook her hand. “Nem Syler.” “Nem?” She paused. “Odd name.” “And Valeria isn’t?” She lifted her eyebrow, then smiled again, as if she had to concede the point. “You know, I see a lot of new people walk in here, people who say a lot, make a lot of promises. Usually, they mean very little. You, however, might be the first I’ve fully believed. I’ll ensure you’re not disturbed by any of my people this evening.” She rose, motions smooth and lovely. “And do make sure he doesn’t get off too easily for whatever he did that put that fire in your eyes.” That was a promise I didn’t mind making at all.

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Savage Bloodline: A Limited Edition Mafia Collection 

Savage Bloodline: A Limited Edition Mafia Collection
Publication date: March 15th 2022
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Mafia, Romance

Darkness lurks behind their gazes. There’s something sinister about their smiles. Their name incites fear in their enemies. They are the DeLucas, and there’s one word that describes them best. SAVAGE.

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Be protected by Carmine DeLuca

I grasped her hand and kissed her knuckles. “I will always protect you, Celeste, even at the expense of my own life.”

“Why would you risk your life for me, Carmine?”

I interlaced the fingers of our joined hands when Agnello entered traffic heading towards the freeway.

“You don’t even know me.”

“Because you are mine and always have been.”

“How can you say something like that? We haven’t even known each other long.”

“I’m not a man who has a way with words, Celeste, but I know what I feel.” I placed her palm over my heart so she could feel the beat against her skin. “I feel it here. It scares me shitless, but I can’t change it. It’s there and it will never leave.”

Her eyes softened. “Carmine…”

Say hello to Giovanni DeLuca

The way Giovanni is looking at me right now has me wanting to squirm, but I hold my head up and put my shoulders back because sexy doesn’t squirm.

“So, you’re the boyfriend I’ve heard almost nothing about?” Giovanni is talking to Smith but looking at me with a death glare.

Smith chuckles good naturedly, “My Egypt likes to keep her business private, so I’m not surprised she doesn’t talk much about me.”

I smile at Smith like he’s the best boyfriend ever when I really want to burst out laughing at how thick Smith is laying it on. If Giovanni knew anything about my best friend, he would be able to tell he’s full of shit.

“Hmmm.” Giovanni scowls, and I know that our little charade is working.

I can’t believe the twins were actually right! Giovanni can’t hide that he’s pissed, which isn’t like him at all. Giovanni DeLuca is attracted to me!

I have to calm myself down because I don’t know for sure if he’s pissed because of Smith. But, I need to stick to the plan, and maybe it will force Giovanni to admit to wanting me. I know he doesn’t do relationships, and I’m not naïve enough to think that a leopard can change its spots, but I don’t want a relationship. At least that’s what I have to tell myself not to be disappointed.

“I see you finally decided to show up.” Carly’s snide voice breaks into the conversation.

“I didn’t realize you were watching the clock for my appearance tonight,” I say in an equally condescending tone.

I’m not at work, and even if I were, this bitch would never be any boss of mine. She better keep her slick comments to herself tonight, or she’ll find out that I’m not as subdued as she thinks I am.

We had an issue earlier with the caterer and you were nowhere to be found.” Carly grabs onto Giovanni’s arm like she’s the lady of the manor, and this is her party.

“There wasn’t an issue. I spoke to Susan already.” I dismiss her words. Carly is trying to make me look incompetent, but she should know by now she can’t. She’s been trying to sabotage me since I started working at G.C.D.

“Didn’t you say you wanted a drink, babe?” Smith caresses my arm, and I smirk at him.

“I sure did. Well, I can’t say it was a pleasure…” I smile sweetly at Carly before turning to Giovanni, “Mario will be here at eleven.”

Giovanni nods, but his face is blank as his dark eyes watch me closely.

“It was nice to meet you, Giovanni,” Smith says with a crooked grin.

“That’s Mr. DeLuca to you, Smith,” Giovanni responds like the asshole he is.

Smith chuckles, “Actually, it is Doctor Rogers. You all have a good night.”

When we’re out of earshot of Giovanni and Carly, I let out the belly laugh I’ve been holding in. Smith was the perfect guy to help me.

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Flirtatious and Mysterious by KM Scott


Flirtatious and Mysterious (NeXt series duet)

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From New York Times bestselling author K.M. Scott comes a sexy opposites attract romance about two people who couldn’t be more different yet couldn’t be more right for one another.

Liam Jackson personifies the old saying, “Still waters run deep.” He keeps to himself, and he’d probably be a hermit living in a cave in the woods if it weren’t for his large family.

As the son of Kane Jackson, he’s a lot like his father.

Mia Shanoff lives in the spotlight. The newest star in the music business, she’s so big the mere mention of her makes the media go wild. Her story is one everyone wants to know more about.

But you know what they say. Don’t believe everything you hear.

For Liam, the madness of Mia’s world makes his job protecting her harder than he’d like. Mia’s new bodyguard is far too sexy for her not to notice him, yet he’s far too by the book.

Can two people so completely opposite ever have a chance together?

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From New York Times bestselling author K.M. Scott comes a sexy opposites attract romance about two people who couldn’t be more different yet couldn’t be more right for one another.

Liam and Mia can’t help but be explosive when they get together, but no matter what happens, he never forgets his job is to keep her safe. Every day, that gets harder and harder, but now that Liam loves Mia, nothing will get in his way of being the protector she needs.

Unfortunately, there are those behind the scenes who have different plans for the new couple, friends and enemies with their own agendas.

They’re about to find out that once a man like Liam Jackson falls for a woman, he’ll move heaven and earth to keep her safe.

No matter what he has to do.

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K.M. Scott writes contemporary romance stories of sexy, intense, and unforgettable love. A New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, she’s been in love with romance since reading her first romance novel in junior high (she was a very curious girl!). Under her Gabrielle Bisset name, she writes erotic paranormal and historical romance. She lives in Pennsylvania with a herd of animals and when she’s not writing can be found reading or feeding her TV addiction.


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The Monster and the Doll by Jade West

The Monster and the Doll
Jade West
Publication date: March 15th 2022
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance, Suspense

Heartless. Soulless. Relentless. Lucian Morelli is the heir to a powerful and corrupt business empire.

There’s only one problem: his reputation.

His father convinces the board of Morelli Holdings that he needs a wife.

Elaine Constantine is the party girl. The wild child. The eldest daughter in the Constantine family.

And the sworn enemy of the Morellis.

Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Bishop’s Landing, where we lay our scene.
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.

THE MONSTER AND THE DOLL is a collection of three full-length novels by bestselling author Jade West, including Heartless, Soulless, and Relentless.

CONTENT WARNING: This book is intended for readers ages eighteen years old and over. It contains material that some readers might find disturbing. Enter at your own risk…

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Constantines swarmed the place, billowing through the masses with their beautiful, blonde bullshit. Vivian, Keaton, and Tinsley herself were prancing around as though they were on a film set, but not nearly so much as Caroline. The matriarch was dressed up like an ice queen in a diamanté mask, smiling at everyone she passed.

It wasn’t Caroline who caught my attention.

No. It was the much younger woman in gold. She was beautiful, but there were plenty of beautiful women. There was something else about her. She was twice as alive as anyone else. Vibrant. Animated. Full of feeling, which is something I severely lacked.

She owned the room without even trying.

Elaine Constantine.

She wore a Venetian mask that covered so much of her face I could barely make out her features, but that didn’t matter. I didn’t need to see her face.

The visible parts of her were enough to drive me wild. Hair like silk and gold. I wanted my fingers in it—why? No explanation came to mind. I wanted to run my thumb over the soft pout of her lips while she watched me with eyes so big and blue they reminded me of a song.


A song. It was ludicrous, but that didn’t make it any less true.

I watched her from guest to guest, swigging back the fizz and laughing at each one like they were the most hilarious person she’d ever met. Her laugh was sexy and flirty, with enough husky lower notes to make me hard beneath my tux.

I wasn’t in the business of deep emotions. Didn’t allow them. Abhorred them. But the woman made me feel something. A pressure in my chest. A sharp curiosity. I wanted more than the usual pain and tears. I wanted more.

I couldn’t stop looking at her.

The gold silk of her ballgown was a perfect fit on a perfect body.

Sloping curves in a delicious hourglass—a gorgeous pedestal of glamor to highlight the elegance of her slender neck. Oh, how I’d love to feel her pulse there as I fucked her how she liked it. As I showed her how she liked it.


Because, of course, in my head, Elaine Constantine was not well-mannered or well-bred. If she was to be my wife, she would learn to love kink. I’d make sure of that.

Her blonde curls were held up in twists that glittered with diamonds. Her fingers were perfectly manicured and glittering to match, sparkling under the chandelier lights every time she reached out a hand for some nobody to kiss it.

Lust had my cock throbbing.

Lust—and something else. I wanted to take her body.




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Jade has increasingly little to say about herself as time goes on, other than the fact she is an author, but she’s plenty happy with this. Living in imaginary realities and having a legitimate excuse for it is really all she’s ever wanted.
Jade is as dirty as you’d expect from her novels, and talking smut makes her smile.
She lives in the Herefordshire countryside with a couple of hounds and a guy who’s able to cope with her inherent weirdness.
She has a red living room, decorated with far more zebra print than most people could bear, and fights a constant battle with her addiction to Coca-Cola.

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Title: Toxic

Author: Rick R. Reed

Publisher: NineStar Press

Release Date: 03/15/2022

Heat Level: 2 – Fade to Black Sex

Pairing: Male/Male

Length: 77900

Genre: Horror, LGBTQIA+, author, men with children, mystery, criminal, murderer, celebrities, dark, over 40, revenge, tear jerker, Seattle

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Connor Ryman thought he had it all—a successful career as a mystery novelist, a condo with stunning views of Seattle’s Lake Union, a supportive and long-term partner, Steve, and a loving daughter, Miranda, who was following in her father’s creative footsteps. It all went bad when Steve left the family suddenly. Jilted and heartbroken, Connor begins to search for love online. So long off the market, he enlists his daughter’s help in crafting a dating profile. His prayers are answered when Trey Goodall, smart and handsome, answers his ad. He’s witty, urbane, a wealthy attorney, and his sex appeal is off the charts. But he’s a liar, a monster under a pretty mask. Miranda sees through the red flags and senses something very wrong beneath the façade. Can she convince her father to save himself before it’s too late? Or will Trey, a master manipulator with a very tainted history, play upon Connor’s innocence to ensnare him in a web of deceit, intrigue, and, ultimately, murder?


Toxic Rick R. Reed © 2022 All Rights Reserved “I know who you are and I saw what you did.” The voice on the phone was tinged with acid, yet came out a little shaky and short of breath. Despite the fear and acrimony in the voice, Trey Goodall hoped that the caller, a man named Jimmy Dale, was making a feeble joke, a lame reference to an old black-and-white thriller from the ’60s. Trey wasn’t ready for his game to be over. “That’s funny, Jim. Did you watch that movie when you were a kid too? Back in the days of black-and-white TVs and Chiller Theater?” “I’m not trying to be funny, Trey.” Jimmy halted, obviously frustrated. A slow grin creased Trey’s features. Jimmy sucked in air, obviously holding a sob in check. There’s something delicious about when they cry. Despite the delight in Jimmy’s pain, Trey feared it might come to this. This one, he knew, was too smart to stay in the dark for long. Sooner or later, Trey always got found out. He had a trail of broken hearts—and shattered bank accounts—behind him to prove it. Still, later was better because he could usually walk away with a little something in his pocket. “Then what are you trying to be, dollface?” “Oh, please save the terms of endearment—” Trey interrupted. “Another movie reference! Bravo. When do I get a chance to play?” His question, predictably, was answered with silence on the other end. Trey pressed the phone closer to his ear, listening for further telltale signs of tears, of trauma, of despair. Not that his aim was to instigate any of those emotions, but Trey was like a dog—any attention was good. Finally, Jimmy spoke. “I don’t want to see or hear from you ever again.” “Aw, you’re breaking my heart here.” Trey threw open the door to his motel room on Aurora Avenue. Outside, in the waning purple-gray light of dusk, a couple fought, seemingly to the death, in the litter-strewn parking lot. The woman had bleached blonde hair, a handful of which her companion had clutched in one hand. She wore an old flannel shirt, the sleeves cut off. It had come open and her dirty bra showed. The guy was a brute, big and hairy, and obviously had never learned how to treat a lady. A kid of about eighteen, at most, sat on the curb in front of a parked rusted-out SUV. He was wearing a hoodie, ripped jeans, and a pair of work boots. His head was shaved and this, combined with his whitish pallor and skin-and-bones physique, made him look like a concentration camp survivor. A rheumy, bloodshot gaze moved dully over to Trey. The kid made a lame attempt to hide the meth pipe in his hand. Trey slammed the door. He deserved better than this sordid dump. He should have been living in a luxury condo downtown overlooking Puget Sound, or maybe a house on Bainbridge Island with expansive mountain and water views. Instead, here he was on Seattle’s Aurora Avenue, in one of a cluster of rundown motels where the clientele consisted of addicts, prostitutes, and those seeking to party with a capital T in one of the rooms. He didn’t deserve enduring the chance of bedbugs or crabs. He didn’t like living amid cigarette-burned carpets and mold and hair decorating the bathroom fixtures. “Stop.” Jimmy sucked in some more air. The guy’s gonna need an asthma inhaler soon. But Trey supposed he was trying to gain a measure of control. Jimmy was wounded, and of course he wanted to hide it, but he couldn’t. “Your heart can’t be breaking because you haven’t got one to break.” “Ouch.” Trey chuckled, as though to demonstrate the insult was simply water off a duck’s back. But it wasn’t. Trey would never let on, but the reference cut like a knife to his very real heart, which was a broken thing. In his mind, a vision arose. Trey chased it away as quickly as it appeared—but there it was: a vision of his mom, back in Trey’s old hometown of Wellsville, Ohio, burning him with her cigarette and laughing as Trey tried to be brave, tried desperately not to scream or wince because he knew if he showed his pain, his fear, it would only make things worse. Now it was his turn to try to buck up, be brave. “Things not working out the way you expected?” There was no mirth in Jimmy’s laugh. Trey wanted to ask which was better—bitter laughter or abject tears. But he kept quiet and waited. He’d been through this before. Caught. Discarded. There was always another sucker in the wings. “What I expected…” Jimmy trailed off and started again. “What I expected was maybe a relationship. I’m forty-seven years old, Trey. I’ve spent my whole life pushing love away so I could build my career. Now I have a thriving law practice and make more money than I really know what to do with. But you know all that. You knew all that, I figure, before we even met, when you were researching me. I know you don’t have it in you to feel compassion or empathy, but all the money and success in the world doesn’t change the fact that I come home every night to a professionally decorated condominium in the clouds. Alone. Wishing I’d spent more time seeking love instead of that almighty dollar.” He drew in a breath that sounded like a shudder. “Ah, what do you care? You wanted my money. You’re not alone, but you were greedier and sneakier than most.” Jimmy stopped and Trey listened again for some sign. Would it be worth it to try to save things? Maybe woo Jimmy with the old lines—this was all a misunderstanding. I really love you, man. I started off with bad intentions, but then you caught me. Can we start over? Sometimes crap like that worked. Trey was smart enough, and experienced enough, to know it wouldn’t here. It’s too late, baby. “Was any of it true?” Jimmy wondered. Trey was getting bored. He had no use for this man with whom he’d shared so many recent days and nights. He was worthless now that he’d exposed Trey for who he really was. What Jimmy didn’t know, and didn’t need to know, was that what he’d discovered about Trey was only the tip of the iceberg. It’s time to move on. Trey glanced in the mirror over the bathroom sink and nodded approvingly. He still had it. Pushing fifty, but looking at least a decade younger, he was gorgeous. Black wavy hair, ice-blue eyes, full lips, a body taut and packed with muscle. He could always dazzle, and all the magic hadn’t escaped. There’d be someone else. And with that someone else, he might hit that elusive jackpot. The laptop was already open on the desk. And there were eleven new messages. For once, Trey might as well tell the truth. “No, kid. None of it was true. You’re pathetic. Weak. I feel sorry for you, more than anything else.” He said the words casually, as though they were discussing the weather or how the Seahawks were faring this season. “You’re a fool. A fool for love.” Trey chuckled. And that broke Jimmy. He began to sob harder now, the grief confirmed and kicking its way to the surface. Trey listened as the sobbing grew in volume and agony. This is a drag, a bore. He stared longingly at the door, wishing this would be over. How long did he have to listen anyway? Just to be polite? He cut to the quick. “You’ve been played,” Trey said softly. “Get over it.” He hung up. The computer’s glow reminded him that it was time to find someone else. The right one. A chime alerted him he had yet another message. But there would be time to attend to that in the morning. Time also for reading. He glanced down at his nightstand. A mystery novel, Cookie Cutter by Alfred Knox, lay there in its mass market paperback edition. It had a stark white cover with only an illustration of a heart-shaped cookie cutter which dripped blood into the crimson title. Below it, a stack of old magazines with articles about Knox, who lived only a few miles south. Right now, though, Trey needed a little oblivion. He crossed the room and opened the door. The kid with the meth pipe still sat out there on the curb. He didn’t even bother to hide his glass pipe now. Trey cast his most winning smile. “Wanna come inside?” He opened the door wider, stepping back and confidently waiting as the kid stood.


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Rick R. Reed is an award-winning and bestselling author of more than fifty works of published fiction. He is a Lambda Literary Award finalist. Entertainment Weekly has described his work as “heartrending and sensitive.” Lambda Literary has called him: “A writer that doesn’t disappoint…” Find him at Rick lives in Palm Springs, CA, with his husband, Bruce, and their fierce Chihuahua/Shiba Inu mix, Kodi.

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