Title: Salvation: A Dark Twisted Love Triangle Romance
Author: Skye Turner
Dark Romance, Love Triangle
My heart belongs to two men.
They are darkness and light personified.
I know I must choose.
One is my curse. He says I’m his salvation. The other loves me just as fiercely.
Things aren’t always black and white.
Am I strong enough to follow my heart when my head scream that I can’t have it both ways?
What price am I willing to pay?
**Salvation, A Dark Twisted Love Triangle Romance is a dark romance with a love triangle. One woman is intimately involved with two men. Dark and delicate topics are covered. This book contains violence, strong language, and explicit sexual encounters. Reader discretion is advised.
*Salvation, A Dark Twisted Love Triangle Romance was formerly titled His Only Salvation. It has been revised, reformatted, and rebranded.
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Skye Turner is an avid reader and an editor turned International Bestselling Author of Sexy Adult Romance across the board! (See her book list at the beginning of this novel for her abundance of titles!)
She has recently expanded her writing capabilities and is writing Paranormal Adult Romance as Sloane Nicole. Her Bewitching Bayou PNR Series is called L’Amour Bayou with the first book being Antoinette’s Fall.
She attended Southeastern Louisiana University and Louisiana State University where she majored in Mass Communications, centering her studies in Journalism. Unfortunately, life intervened and she never finished her studies.
She lives in small town Louisiana with her husband, two children, and far too many rescued fur babies.
When she’s not chained to her laptop pounding out sexy stories she can usually be found playing ‘Supermom’, reading, gardening (playing in the dirt), listening to music and dancing like a fool, cooking, baking, crafting, or spending time with those most important to her.
She loves to incorporate pieces of her home state of Louisiana into her writing.
A Midnight Hunt Reunion is coming to Rocktoberfest 2022
Or are they? When Miami proposes getting the band back together for the big
rock festival ahead, it could mean everything to him – his career, his life…and
most importantly, a second shot with bandmate, Jinx.
Jinx isn’t sure what to do. He’d left Midnight Hunt and Miami for good reason,
but his life wasn’t turning out to be what he thought it was. Would a reunion
get him inspired, fulfill his desires? Would it lead back into Miami’s arms? Or
would everything bomb, falling right off the charts? Again?
Get ready for a rockstar reunion romance!
It’s a slow burn will they/won’t they filled with music and a killer rock
Midnight Reunion is part of
the multi-author The Road to Rocktoberfest 2022 series. Each book can be read
as a standalone, but why not read them all and see who hits the stage next? Hot
rockstars and the men who love them, what more could you ask for? Kick back,
load up your kindle and enjoy the men of Rocktoberfest!
A summer fling in Paris. Only two things stand in Anna’s way. Santino’s iron will. And…her fiancé
By Virtue I Fall, all-new steamy and action-packed dark mafia standalone romance from USA Today bestselling author Cora Reilly, is available now!
Love is an inconvenience Anna Cavallaro doesn’t have time for.
She only has one goal: to become a fashion designer. Chicago’s elite already copies her style religiously, not least because she’s the daughter of the city’s notorious mafia boss.
When she’s accepted at a world-famous fashion institute in Paris, her father’s condition is to take her bodyguard along.
Anna definitely wouldn’t mind a few weeks of no-strings-attached fun with her brooding protector.
Santino Bianchi became the Outfit’s enforcer because he liked the thrill of the hunt and kill.
Babysitting his capo’s daughter is an honorable assignment he can’t refuse. His thoughts about Anna? Not so honorable.
Santino’s ignored Anna’s persistent flirting for years. Now, far away from home boundaries begin to blur. But Santino doesn’t have any intention to be the reason for a failed engagement and the ensuing scandal.
I motioned toward our balcony. “Why don’t we sit outside? The weather’s still nice.”
Clifford glanced at Santino then nodded. “Sounds like a good idea.”
Just like Clifford, I was eager to get away from Santino who looked ready to kill my fiancé. And not just that, I felt strangely guilty toward Santino. As if I were cheating on him by talking to Clifford when it should be the other way around.
“You don’t look happy. Am I interrupting anything?” Clifford asked with a glance toward Santino as we sank down on the chairs outside. Because it was getting dark and only March, the temperature had dropped considerably from my stroll with Santino earlier. I shivered but rather freeze to death than bear the strained atmosphere with Santino and Clifford in one room.
“Of course not. I’m just busy with fashion school, that’s all.” I wasn’t even that busy yet. Most of my courses so far were introductory because the Spring semester was only about to begin.
Clifford gave me a boyish smile. Maybe it was because I spent so much time with Santino but Clifford seemed too young. “That’s why I came on a weekend. I thought surprising your fiancée like that was a good start to a marriage.”
It probably was for a love marriage, which ours decidedly was not. The man I was close to falling in love with watched us from the sidelines and would never be my husband. And I feared that the man who’d become my husband and I was supposed to love, would never own my heart, not in the way Santino already did. It wasn’t love because I wouldn’t allow myself to feel that way, but my heart was definitely beating for Santino in a way that wasn’t healthy considering my planned future.
About Cora Cora Reilly is the author of the Born in Blood Mafia Series, The Camorra Chronicles and many other books, most of them featuring dangerously sexy bad boys. Before she found her passion in romance books, she was a traditionally published author of young adult literature. Cora lives in Germany with a cute but crazy Bearded Collie, as well as the cute but crazy man at her side. When she doesn’t spend her days dreaming up sexy books, she plans her next travel adventure or cooks too spicy dishes from all over the world. Despite her law degree, Cora prefers to talk books to laws any day.
Melanie Moreland has revealed the cover for Sunshine and Sammy!
Releasing: August 4, 2022
Cover Designer: Feed Your Dreams Designs
Luke Adler lives for his ranch. It’s the only reason he agreed to get on board with his sister’s grand plan for guests staying on the property.
Nothing prepares him for the force of nature that is Samantha Morrison. When she arrives on his ranch to help construct this new part of his business, what he expects and what he gets are two entirely different things.
He expects a no-nonsense businessman. Straightforward and simple.
What he gets is a sunshine smile, sweet sass, and a woman who pushes every button and boundary he has.
He tries to ignore the draw, the urges she makes him feel. But when she gets close, he only wants her closer.
She makes him question his decisions, his thoughts, and the idea that being alone is best for him.
Even when they are consumed by the fire between them, he knows they come from two different worlds and he has to let her go.
But when the time comes, can he do that? Can he live without her sunshine to warm his cold heart? Or can this cowboy learn a new trick?
Author’s Note: Heat and heart fills the pages as our heroine learns to ride a horse and tame a grumpy cowboy in rural Alberta.
New York Times/USA Today bestselling author Melanie Moreland, lives a happy and content life in a quiet area of Ontario with her beloved husband of thirty-plus years and their rescue cat, Amber. Nothing means more to her than her friends and family, and she cherishes every moment spent with them.
While seriously addicted to coffee, and highly challenged with all things computer-related and technical, she relishes baking, cooking, and trying new recipes for people to sample. She loves to throw dinner parties, and also enjoys traveling, here and abroad, but finds coming home is always the best part of any trip.
Melanie loves stories, especially paired with a good wine, and enjoys skydiving (free falling over a fleck of dust) extreme snowboarding (falling down stairs) and piloting her own helicopter (tripping over her own feet.) She’s learned happily ever afters, even bumpy ones, are all in how you tell the story.
C.W. Farnsworth has revealed the cover for Heartbreak for Two!
Releasing July 21, 2022
Some couples have chemistry.
Others have a connection.
We have both.
We took turns, walking away. But somehow, we’ve still ended up here. On stage, together, in front of tens of thousands of people. Him holding a guitar, me a microphone. Singing the song I wrote thatlaunched my career and dubbed me the princess of pop music.
The song about him.
Maybe we were inevitable from the start. To love. To dream. To end.
“Unfortunately, Ms. Astor’s evenings are no longer available.” Curling my fingers around the edges of the board, I swing my gaze up to meet Alistair’s. He sidles up to my side, holding a champagne flute in one hand and grazing my outer thigh with the other. My spine tingles, and I bite the inside of my cheek to stifle the warmth threatening to build. “Since when?” I reply, tilting my chin up in defiance. Alistair’s brows quirk up. “Since I said so.” He glances at the other man, who reaches up to tug at his bow tie, seemingly uncomfortable now with our addition. “Ms. Astor is a phenomenal assistant, which is obvious from this party she threw together in a few weeks. I’ll be monopolizing her time for the foreseeable future.” A small blush creeps up my throat at the praise, but I stuff it down. The man’s second language seems to be innuendo. “She seems quite talented,” the other man agrees, suddenly standing upright and granting personal space. He smirks over his glass. “That kind of skill shouldn’t go to waste in one office though.” At my side, Alistair inches closer. “Believe me,
Masterson, her skills are not wasted on me.” He pauses. “And I’m not interested in sharing.” The guy laughs, scratching at the back of his neck. “Pretty possessive for a boss to be over his assistant.” Chuckling darkly, Alistair shakes his head. “You’re right, mate. She’s more than just an assistant, so if I hear you proposition her for sex again, I’ll have you fired and chased out of this fucking town. If she goes home with and rides anyone’s cock tonight—or any other night—it’ll be mine.” The sewage man blinks several times, like he can’t believe what he heard. Maybe he’s so drunk that he thinks he imagined it. “Mayor Wolfe’s just joking,” I offer, driving my elbow into the soft spot below his rib cage. “No, I’m not,” Alistair insists, leveling the other man with a weighted look. After an awkward silence, the sewage guy takes off, muttering something about Aplana being run by an evil dictator. I shake away from Alistair, resisting the urge to smack him with my clipboard, but only because it would draw unwanted attention. Gesturing toward me with the flute, he gives a small smirk. “Beverage?” “There’s not enough alcohol in the world to get me to go home and ride your cock.” As he stares down at me, Alistair’s smirk remains in place. Slowly, he brings the glass to his lips, taking a long sip, and I hate that my eyes fall to his neck instinctively. His throat bobs as he swallows, the veins in his neck straining as he tips his head back just slightly. Dragging the flute away, he catches a wayward droplet with his tongue, flicking the corner of his mouth. I feel the movement between my thighs, and they clench involuntarily. “Wasn’t alcohol,” he says finally, pushing past me and out of the gallery. I stand there after he’s gone, confused about what just happened. Seconds tick by, several people coming along to appraise more of the artwork hanging on the walls or sitting on displays until my feet kick in and take me begrudgingly in the direction Alistair just left. I find him down the hall and through a propped open door, leaning against the wall in some sort of recreational room. Soft music trickles in from mounted speakers, and there are a few people from the gala inside, either mingling by one of the catering tables or spinning slowly around the makeshift dance floor in the middle of the room. Marching over to him, I shove the clipboard at his chest, but of course, he doesn’t make a move to grab it, so the papers and board clatter to the ground, the crash echoing throughout the space. “What the fuck is your problem?” I hiss, bending down to retrieve my stuff. He has the audacity to look confused. “I don’t have one.” “Oh, really? Is dick just part of your personality then? I’m having a real hard time figuring out how you became mayor in the first place.” As he hums low in his throat, Alistair’s face softens. He glances past me, watching as the few people in the room exit quietly, and then holds out a hand, palm up. “Do you dance, Ms. Astor?” Snorting, I cross my arms. “Do I look like someone who dances?” “You look like a woman who sacrificed her soul to the devil. I learned long ago not to judge based on appearances.” Rude. “Yeah, well, what’s it say about you if I look like that and you still want to fuck me?” “Perhaps I’m the devil.” Alistair’s lips twitch, and he reaches out, tugging one of my hands free and wrapping it around his bicep. The clipboard falls again, but this time, he steps over it, pulling me along with him. Sweat percolates along my brows as we stop in the center of the dance floor. I don’t think I’ve ever felt quite as small as I do right now. Maybe that’s why I have such a difficult time with him; in a world where you’re already considered less than, the added reminder of your insignificance isn’t really welcome. His left palm finds the curve of my hip, latching on as his other hand takes mine, cocking my elbow. The song overhead changes, morphing into something slow and sensual, and he yanks me closer, pressing our fronts together. Liquid heat spreads through my belly, a warm kindling that I don’t want to acknowledge. “Alistair,” I say softly, staring at his collar, “we
shouldn’t be doing this.” “No one else is here.” He spins us in circles, the weight of his hand leaden everywhere it touches. Every fiber of my being is telling me to reject him. To run as far away as possible and hide from the nightmare that is Alistair Wolfe. But my feet don’t cooperate, opting instead to mimic his movements as he shuffles rhythmically. We turn in silence for several steps, my gaze glued to the royal-blue tie beneath his suit jacket. It matches the color of my hair, and I wonder if he did that on purpose. “I’m glad to see you’re still wearing the ring,” he says after a moment. “Don’t get too excited,” I mutter, lifting my head. “It’s not an engagement ring. I just don’t want the hole closing up.” Humming, he pulls me tighter to his body, and shame creeps into the recesses of my brain because I don’t exactly hate the way we fit together. Like two broken pieces of marble, sculpted and buffed and then melded into one. “So, if not dancing, then what?” I pull my head back. “Huh?” “You said you don’t look like someone who dances. I disagree that there’s a look for that, but that’s an argument for another time, I suppose.” He purses his lips, his thumb rubbing circles on my side. “What do you enjoy then, little thief?” Nothing. That’s my official party line anyway. The easiest way to turn people off to polite conversation or from getting to know me better. And it’s not untrue—the things I enjoyed prior to Lucian’s disappearance don’t feel the same now. I don’t really want Alistair to know more about me, but for some reason, an answer comes out anyway. “Swimming.” I swallow over the knot in my throat, the coarse material of his suit suddenly rough and foreign beneath my fingers. “Did it all throughout school, and I still love it.” He seems to mull it over, sliding his hand to my lower back. “Now, that doesn’t surprise me.” “Are you about to make a disparaging comment about my body?” “Disparaging? Never.” Offense lines his irises, and for the first time, I note the bright green ring around his pupils, just barely noticeable as the blue darkens. Pressing his palm into me, he swings out, bending me backward in a dip that steals my breath away. Adrenaline spikes in my veins, and I let out a little laugh of disbelief, gripping the lapels of his jacket as he suspends me. “Your body’s done nothing but haunt my dreams since we met,” he whispers, leaning so he’s dangerously close to my lips. Reflexively, I fold my mouth together, barring access. “If I make disparaging remarks about it, they’ll only be about how filthy you look, split wide open on my cock, and only because doing so makes you come harder.” “Jesus.” I don’t mean to say the word, but it comes out as a gasp, my clit throbbing painfully in response. He opens his mouth to say something else, but then a door opens, and the cop that’s always visiting him at City Hall stands there, a terse expression on his face. “Busy,” Alistair snaps, turning me so I’m hidden by his form. He clutches me tight, and the reminder of the trouble we could get in if someone saw our position is a splash of cold water to the face. Being here serves me no purpose if I fuck up and get shunned by the town before I’ve found anything out. “Wolfe,” the cop says in a clipped tone, “it’s your brother.”
About Sav. R. Miller 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.
This billionaire playboy has finally met his match.
Hard and Fast, an all new steamy friends-to-lovers, billionaire boss romance from New York Times bestselling author Mari Carr, is out now!
Penny is tired of being seen as the gamer, the crazy cat lady, the mom-jeans-wearing, YouTube-bingeing, quirky IT girl. She’s barreling toward 29 and ready to make some changes . . . in her appearance and her nonexistent love life. But she’s smart enough to know she needs help—and who she needs it from. Her billionaire playboy boss, Gage Russo.
Bachelor Gage’s life is typically full of excitement, on the work front and in the bedroom. He’s never lacking for female company and he rarely sleeps alone. Regardless, lately, he can’t shake feeling bored. That is, until Penny challenges him to a friendly wager . . . one he promptly loses. Her prize? Lessons in seduction—from him.
Lines get blurred as Gage pushes harder . . . moves faster . . . teaching Penny things she’s only ever fantasized about. But the playboy with all the smooth moves makes one big mistake when he fails to tell his sexy student that the lessons are no longer fake, and what he wants from her is very, very real.
“Come here,” he said in that deep, sexy voice. “What?” She was already sitting next to him, so she wasn’t entirely sure— Gage removed all free will when he reached out, pulling her toward him until her face was only an inch away from his. Sitting this close, she could see the flecks of green in his light brown eyes. And before she could stop herself, she reached up to brush back the lock of brown hair that fell over his forehead. He blinked a couple of times, her affectionate, familiar action obviously catching him off-guard. “We’re going to pick up where we left off.” “Where we left off?” she asked stupidly, his close proximity causing a complete system failure as far as her brain was concerned. “The lessons, Penny.” Again, he said her first name. A million people in her life had called her Penny, but when Gage said it…she melted inside. “The kissing lesson?” she whispered. “Among other things.” He closed the scant distance between them, true to his word. Penny had spent the last nine days trying to convince herself that Gage’s kiss wasn’t as amazing as she remembered. She was right. Because that first mind-blowing kiss paled in comparison to this one. She loved the roughness of his beard against her face. His fingers found their way to her hair, his hands closing around two fistfuls, using it to hold her close, to tilt her head to the left so he could kiss her more deeply. She recalled his comment about men liking long hair. When Gage released her hair, he lowered his hands to her waist and lifted, never breaking the union of their lips as he pulled her over his lap. She straddled his thighs and draped her hands around his neck. And that was when she felt it. Evidence of Gage’s attraction. To her! She pressed her pussy closer, the hard ridge of his erection right there beneath his pants. He was hard. For her! He’d come straight to her apartment from work, so while he’d taken off his suit jacket, he was still wearing his dress shirt, though he’d loosened his tie. She toyed with the knot. Gage broke the kiss. “Take it off.” She looked at him. “My tie,” he added. “Take it off.” She slid the silk knot free,
then pulled it from the collar with one long, slow glide. “Unbutton my shirt,” he commanded. Penny was helpless to resist that sexy tone, and she’d spent a little too much—okay, a lot too much—time imagining him shirtless. Okay, naked. Completely naked. She unbuttoned his shirt, her gaze locked on the progress of her fingers. She bit her lower lip nervously, then opened the shirt completely. Gage took over, untucking the shirt and shrugging it over his broad, muscular shoulders.
About Mari Virginia native Mari Carr is a New York Times and USA Today bestseller of contemporary romance novels. With over one million copies of her books sold, Mari was the winner of the Romance Writers of America’s Passionate Plume award for her novella, Erotic Research. She has over a hundred published works, including her popular Wild Irish and Compass books, along with the Trinity Masters series she writes with Lila Dubois.
As I stood next to Country, the president of the MC I was second in command to, I nodded toward the door. “Your woman’s here.”
Country looked in that direction. But I didn’t miss the quick glance at Dusty, a club girl he was fighting his feelings for, thinking she was too young. “Isla said she was bringin’ a friend.”
I glanced back since I hadn’t noticed his woman’s friend, and then like an idiot, I did a double take. “Fuck me,” I rumbled out low. My damn fantasy just walked into the room.
From first sight, I wanted her.
I wanted my hands in her long, wavy light-brown hair while I tugged her head back to have her gaze on me and me alone.
She was short, and fuck, it was cute on her.
Her body was… yeah…. My cock jerked and my hands twitched as I shifted on my feet. My body already wanted to be close enough for a touch, a taste.
Country chuckled until I elbowed him in the gut, and he clipped, “Dickhead.”
“Introduce me,” I told him.
He snorted. “That’s only possible if she makes it all the way over here with Isla. She looks ready to bolt.”
The goddess did. Her eyes were comically wide as she twisted this way and that, taking everything in. As well as having rosy cheeks, she thickly swallowed a few times when she spotted a brother with a club girl, kissing and groping each other.
We had several women around the place. I’d even admit some of the club girls were good-looking, but none of them had my attention like my little mouse did.
And fuck if I didn’t give a shit that I was already thinking of her as mine.
Country snorted. “You got a bit of drool, brother.”
I scratched my cheek with my middle finger. It was immature, but hell, we’d known each other since back in high school. Though Country and Death were a little older than me.
When the women got close, I straightened. Isla made her way over with a flirty smile for Country while she dragged her gaping friend behind her. The girl hadn’t even noticed me or Country as yet. She was too busy gawking from side to side.
I needed her eyes on me.
Would she like the way I looked?
At least she didn’t look disgusted by the brothers. A lot of us were covered in tattoos, and I was one of them.
“Yo, State” was yelled from somewhere off to the side. I knew who it was, but I wasn’t giving him my attention.
I didn’t look away from my mouse, so I caught her head swing our way and pause on me. I witnessed her blue eyes widening even more and how her chest rose as she sucked in a sharp breath.
Was that good or bad? Good, I hoped.
“State,” Tech yelled again, and I had to force myself to look away, which was probably for the best as I didn’t want to scare her.
“What?” I barked back.
Tech nodded toward the hall.
It meant he had shit he needed to tell me.
About Lila Lila was born in Brisbane Australia, her step-dad was in the Army which caused them to move around a lot. They finally settled in country Victoria, Australia. Being the youngest of four children she admits she was spoilt a bit. Even drove her mum crazy when she refused to eat meat at a young age. Now, Lila lives with her husband and two children. She started writing in 2013 and self-published the first of the Hawks MC series: Holding Out. Since then, she has published twenty-five other titles, which range from romance, humorous romance, and paranormal.
USA Today best-selling author Marni Mann knew she was going to be a writer since middle school. While other girls her age were daydreaming about teenage pop stars, Marni was fantasizing about penning her first novel. She crafts unique stories that weave together her love of darkness, mystery, passion, and human emotions. A New Englander at heart, she now lives in Sarasota, Florida, with her husband and their yellow Lab. When she’s not nose deep in her laptop, working on her next novel, she’s scouring for chocolate, sipping wine, traveling, or devouring fabulous books.