Dirty Crazy Bad, an all-new steamy dark reverse harem standalone romance from USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling author Siobhan Davis is coming September 30th, and we have the first look at the stunning cover!
About Siobhan Siobhan Davis is a USA Today, Wall Street Journal and Amazon Top 10 bestselling romance author. Siobhan writes emotionally intense stories with swoon-worthy
romance, complex characters, and tons of unexpected plot twists and turns that will have you flipping the pages beyond bedtime! She has sold over 1.5 million books and her titles are translated into several languages.
Prior to becoming a full-time writer, Siobhan forged a successful corporate career in human resource management.
She lives in the Garden County of Ireland with her husband and two sons.
Waiting on Forever, an all-new emotional must-read romance and fourth standalone book in The Walker Brothers Series from New York Times bestselling author Claudia Connor is coming August 9th, and we have the first look at the gorgeous cover!
Dallas Walker is haunted. He won’t ever forget the horrors he witnessed while working undercover to bust a human trafficking ring, but he has a plan to start a new life. Coming home to his family is step one. Getting to know his alluring new neighbor could be step two. If only she’d give him a chance…
Maggie Ellis just wants to be left alone. She’d rather spend her days spinning clay into art and feel nothing than open herself up to another devastating loss. But her sexy new neighbor with a lonely look in his eyes isn’t giving up. And he makes her question everything…
Together, Dallas and Maggie might have a shot at happily ever after. But only if they can let go of the past and hold on to each other when it matters most.
About Claudia Claudia Connor is an award winning New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of Contemporary Romance, including the beloved McKinney Brothers series. Claudia writes, warm, heartfelt romances with a bit of steam, a lot of family and always a happily ever after.
Claudia attended Auburn University, where she received her undergraduate and masters degrees in early childhood education, and completed her studies in Sawbridgeworth, England. When she’s not writing, she enjoys movies, reading, and travel, with a heavy dose of daydreaming during all three. Claudia lives near Memphis, Tennessee, with her husband and three daughters.
I want to finish what we started… And be with you. Forever.
If I Could, an all-new emotional standalone romance from bestselling author Allie Everhart is coming July 22nd and we have the first look at the gorgeous cover!
If I could be with you… I would.
If I could tell you all my secrets… I would.
If I could explain why I had to leave… I would.
But I can’t.
I want to finish what we started… And be with you. Forever.
About Allie Allie Everhart is the author of more than 50 books and several bestselling series, including The Jade Series, The Kensington Series, and The Wheeler Brothers. Allie writes angsty love stories, often with a twist of mystery and suspense. She loves reading for hours in a comfy spot, drinking strong coffee, walking in the woods, and writing emotional stories that make the characters work for their happy ending.
The Redo, a hilarious and sexy friends to lovers, second chance, standalone romantic comedy from New York Times bestselling author Max Monroe is coming July 17th, and we have the incredible cover!
Put a finger down if you’ve ever been a single woman who got stuck in a New York City elevator in the middle of a summer blackout with your former high school sweetheart—whom you haven’t seen in years—while pregnant with a baby that isn’t biologically yours. And you can’t believe how handsome that blast from your past is, so you unwittingly flirt with him a little even though your life is so crazy complicated you’re barely keeping your head above water, but everything about him makes you think you could totally still be in love with him.
*puts a finger down*
What? Just me?
Needless to say, my current status is thorny. And no, I didn’t miss how close that word is to another one.
Even though he’s the epitome of tall, dark, and incredibly handsome, Remington Winslow has been a single bachelor for most of his life. It’s clichéd and basic—until you consider the fact that once upon a terrible time, he got left at the altar.
He doesn’t do relationships. He definitely doesn’t fall in love.
And I’m just trying to survive a tangled web of unexpected motherhood and running one of the top real estate firms in the city that never sleeps.
He’s the jaded guy who doesn’t want to settle down, and I’m the career-focused woman with more baggage than a 747 can hold.
We’re just two friends who used to be in love.
Now, if someone would tell my hormones I’m not a teenager anymore, I’d be set.
Cover Photo by Wander Aguiar Photography Cover Model: Andrew Biernat
About Max Monroe Many moons ago, a dynamic duo of romance authors teamed up under the pseudonym Max Monroe, and, well, the rest is history…
Max Monroe is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author of more than thirty contemporary romance titles. Favorite writing partners and long time friends, Max and Monroe strive to live and write all the fun, sexy swoon so often missing from their Facebook newsfeed. Sarcastic by nature, their two writing souls feel like they’ve found their other half. This is their most favorite adventure thus far.
Genre: Contemporary Romance Trope: 90’s throw-back romance, age-gap, searching for love, online dating, abandoned love
Synopsis
The names have been changed to protect the innocent. Though, as you’ll see, none of us were innocent.
I was an online junkie. But, my antics didn’t stay in the chat rooms. I was part of an online community that went rogue, real world, known by your face and not just your handle.
I’d like to say this is the first of a few encounters I was involved in. That would be a lie. From the motorcycle riding cutie with bad timing to the unexpected rock band manager—you’ll meet them all.
My goal was to have fun. I lived for the excitement and adventure. It was all my journey that lead me to where I belong.
When we got back to his loft, I ran for his bathroom and turned on the faucet. I found the right temperature and added bubbles. I placed candles around the room and lit them, and I mean I used the whole box of twelve. The room was lit up romantically. I stripped quickly and tied my hair up in a knot. I leaned in his bathroom doorway naked and gazed at him with intent, “Can you start some music in the bathroom and join me?” I catch myself biting my lower lip.
“I’ll be right in.”
I carefully slid into the deep tub and sank down into the bubbles. The music came on and Martin joined me in his bathroom. “You can’t wear clothes in the tub.” He laughed under his breath while he stripped and grabbed the condoms from his bedroom. “Will you put one of those on before you get in the tub, please?” He glared at me funny and did as I asked. I pulled my knees up to my chest, making room for him to get into the tub and watched him get settled in the warm water.
“The problem with this is that you’re way over there. I can’t kiss you from here.”
“I was just waiting for you to get in the tub.” I said as I move to his end, straddling him and kissing him while I make sure the condom stayed on. I hold it in place and slide down onto his hard cock, that’s getting harder as I take control. Once I’ve taken him all the way, I grind against him and kiss him. This is what I wanted. I don’t understand why certain things do it for me. Something about this man being in control of so many things and leading the life he does. Aware that he’s tired of industry people and trusts me to be in his life. He’s sensual and real, and he needs the same thing. He deserves to be wanted. I move on him slowly while I suck and nibble at his lips. My hands in his hair until my arms get cool and then I explore his chest. His hands unable to decide if they want to splay across my back and hold me to him or rest on my hips. I keep it slow—this is about the long make out session, and having him hard inside me simply makes it better.
“You’re beautiful, Kate. I’ve never been with a woman like this. You’re real and you want me, maybe as much as I want you.” He stopped and searched my eyes. I could read the thoughts in his head and I didn’t want to hear them. I’m not prepared to go there, but I do want him and there’s obviously something else between us whether I wanted to admit it or not. I answer him with my body, moving on him faster and squeezing him inside me while I kiss him passionately—essentially taking his words away. He responded with his hands on me. One holding the back of my head so he could devour me with his kiss and the other circling my clit perfectly and in time with my hips grinding against him. He pulled his feet back underneath him and I wrap my legs around him as he took control and leaned me back to my end of the tub, needing to be in control. He pushed into me over and over, harder and harder. The water moving around us like a tidal wave with every stroke. Martin claims me completely, moving his mouth to my neck and sucking gently. My breasts floating draw his attention and he takes my nipple in his teeth, sucking it into his mouth and sending me over the edge in pleasure out of nowhere.
“Martin!” I have a hard time breathing and I’m cumming hard around him.
“Oh fuck! You feel like… oh fuck, Kate.” He grabbed me and held me tight to him. “Be mine, beautiful.” Then quieter, “I never do this. I think I’m falling for you, Kate.”
I pretend I didn’t hear him and I’m lost in the sex, simply grasping for him while we come down. I want to tell him it’s just sex, but his face tells me that it’s more. He’s lost. He’s needed someone like me in his life. He needs real balance and I’m that for him. He’s had too much of the fake industry people and babysitting adults that should be able to take care of themselves, but then I guess they wouldn’t need a manager would they. I’m real. I don’t fit in with those industry people, but I can get along with almost anyone and I’m intelligent enough to handle conversation. When I think about it, I’m what he needs. Is he what I need? I don’t need anybody. I prefer to be self-sufficient and independent, but sometimes the L word creeps into my head or maybe an off the charts sexual connection and I think it might not be bad to be in a couple. Risking my heart isn’t an option. It hasn’t had time to heal. I’m lost and should pump the brakes. I need it to be real before I go there and Martin is too close to an unreal world for me to take that chance so quickly. Okay, so maybe my heart is leaning that way, but I can fight it. Right?
USA Today Bestselling Author Naomi Springthorp is a born and raised Southern California girl. She’s a baseball freak who supports her team all season long and blatantly admires the athletes in those pants. Music has always been part of her life and she believes everything has a soundtrack. She loves her two feline fur babies, though they’re not quite sure what to do with her.
She writes Baseball Romance, Romantic Comedies, 90s Throwback, and Contemporary Romance–all with heat and sometimes a little sweet.
Genre: M/M College Romance Trope: Friends with benefits to lovers, rivals to lovers
Synopsis
Zeke
Being President of a frat house means everything is on my shoulders.
Idiot brothers, epic pranks, a list of organizational duties long enough to make my eyes bleed.
None of it fazes me.
But senior year is almost over, and I’m ready to take a step back.
Until the hazing rumors start.
I might not know where they’re coming from, but I know they’re total BS.
Now, instead of dialing back the stress, we’ve broken the number one rule on the row: Don’t get the dean’s attention.
I need to find out who’s driving the lies.
And all evidence points to one person.
Charles
I never wanted to become Kappa President.
The appointment was made easier, though, when none other than Zeke Ariston took over Sigma house. I’ve always been … drawn to him. Fascinated.
And maybe a little attracted too.
Pity I’ve never been more than an afterthought to him.
But when rumors start to circulate about hazing, and the sources lead back to my house, it puts me square on Zeke’s radar.
I want to help him get to the bottom of it all.
And with his attention finally on me, I want to tell him how I feel.
The door to Hush Hush creaks as I open it, then pause and strain my ears. A noise. Fuck. Breathing, and the soft scuff of feet.
Sure, the one time my nerves took a back seat and I messaged him, our hookup is going to be foiled.
Gut sinking, I’m about to back out of the room when a familiar voice fills the darkness.
“That you?”
He’s here.
He’s here first.
In all the times we’ve done this, I’ve always been the one waiting for him.
I swallow back my sudden excitement as I duck inside and close the door. Even though I’m confident with where I’m going, it’s harder to find knowing Zeke is already there waiting.
“It’s me,” I whisper, and strong hands grasp my outstretched arms. He tugs me in so my body collides with his, and a soft oomph puffs from my lips.
His gravelly hum by my ear gives away that he’s smiling. “You messaged me.”
“You said—”
“I did. And I meant it.” He releases his hold to wrap his arms around me. Warm, big hands splay over my back, and I lean in to inhale the smell of chlorine. It centers me and gives my heart that extra incentive to keep beating. “You looked so stressed today.”
I’m rendered speechless by that. We never talk about real life here, not specifics, anyway. Nothing that can remind ourselves of the person we’re actually with. No names, no details. Just a nameless body in the dark. This is all supposed to be a quick transaction before we go back to our lives and pretend this never happened. Like always.
But something’s … off.
Zeke pushes his thigh between my legs, and the contact wakes my cock up. His lips brush my ear as one of his big hands palms my ass, holding me tighter against him. I can’t place what’s changed, but something in the way he’s touching me feels different.
“I was,” I say, only just remembering to answer him. “Everything going on is … a lot.”
“I’ll say.” His voice is warm and soft, like it usually is when we’re here together. The slow, deep tone always sends tremors through me, and tonight is the same.
Instead of fighting them, I let it happen, grinding my cock into his leg as I run my hands over his chest. I’ve seen him shirtless so many times but never while I’ve been touching him. I’d retake my fucking LSATs to have that privilege. To trace his tattoos with my fingertips.
Zeke leans down to suck a spot under my ear, and I tilt my head right back so he has access. His mouth is right there on my skin, and all it would take is a short turn to the left for our mouths to connect. For us to be kissing. Could I do it this time? Have things changed that much?
Before I can do it, Zeke spins us and presses me into the wall. His body blankets mine, one hand lightly cupping my jaw while the other slowly runs from my chest to my hip. He lets out a heavy exhale, and I have no idea what he’s groping when I don’t have muscles like his.
“So tense … Relax …” he murmurs.
“Not exactly easy.”
“Isn’t that what I’m here to help with?”
I tug him closer. “You are good at it.”
“Exactly. Focus on that.”
I’m trying, but while Zeke wrings me out in amazing ways, being with him has me coiled so tight I could burst.
“Relax, Chuck.”
I gasp. “Y-you said my name.”
“You said my name last time. And we talked about it yesterday. I can’t separate it now, and it’s totally your fault.”
“So … you’re, umm, picturing me? Right now?”
His chuckle is husky. “I’ll go you one better.” He shifts, and before I know what he’s doing, a light bursts between us.
I flinch at the sudden burn in my eyes, and when my vision clears, I blink up at him. His intense gray stare is trained on me, and he’s placed his phone on the shelf beside us, giving everything sharp shadows that make his face look thinner and harsher. It makes his eyes more intense.
I forced myself onto my hands and knees and crawled toward him, chewing my lip and reaching for his belt.
He grabbed my hands, and I looked up at him, my head falling to the side in confusion.
“That little taste just now got me real hungry,” he answered, using his thumb to tug my lip from between my teeth. “I’m not fucking you until I’ve devoured that pussy and made you come again. Maybe a third time just for luck.”
I could already feel myself getting wet again.
“A man who wants to make a woman come more than once before he gets his own?” I laughed, sitting back on my knees. “Where the hell did you come from?”
He smirked, leaning down to kiss me and tuck a loose strand of hair back from my face. “A place where we learn how to respect women.”
“Well,” I started, laying back with a sly smile. “I’m ready to be respected.”
Addison Jane is a born and bred kiwi girl with a passion for romance and writing.
When she gets the chance she enjoys the little things in life such as reading, dancing, music, and Facebook, but her world really revolves around the little girl who calls her Mum. It’s an awkward balance between alpha males and Disney princesses but it works.
Growing up on a small farm next to the beach will always make her a country girl at heart. But since moving away to a small town close to the city she’s discovered a dangerous love for shopping.
Writing stories has been something that’s come naturally since she was young, and with the massive support of her friends and family, she finally decided to step out of her comfort zone and share them with the world.
She enjoys bringing her books to life with strong female leads, sexy passionate men and a rollercoaster of twists and turns that lead to the happily ever after that her readers desire.
The Anti-Fan and the Idol, an all-new spicy, must-read My Summer In Seoul novella from New York Times best selling author Rachel Van Dyken 1,001 Dark Nights, is available now!
Make it or break it…
Or maybe just break them?
Ai-Ri has been training under YK Management in Korea for two years without any results. She doesn’t fit the typical mold for a successful K-POP idol image, literally down to her blood type. She has six more months before college entrance exams which means she only has six months to make it as an idol before her dreams are crushed.
Things take a turn when two of the most famous male idols break away from their group and decide to form their own co-ed group, a rarity.
And wonder of all wonders, they need one more girl.
It would be the perfect opportunity, except she hates them.
They are arrogant, entitled, rich little snobs who want the world to worship the ground they walk on. To make matters worse, the only reason they came to her was because they are desperate, which means she needs to prove herself even more.
Tempers and personalities collide when she’s forced to either accept the position or give up on her dream.
But what happens when you suddenly go from anti-fan and enemy number one to stuck in a love triangle between two boys you were born to hate but are somehow falling in love with? And will the group survive the heartbreak that follows when she finally makes her choice?
**Every 1001 Dark Nights novella is a standalone story. For new readers, it’s an introduction to an author’s world. And for fans, it’s a bonus book in the author’s series. We hope you’ll enjoy each one as much as we do.**
Keep reading for a look inside The Anti-Fan and the Idol!
We both start to sing the chorus, and then she breaks apart from me and takes the higher harmony. It sounds how I imagined it would, and I want to keep going because it feels good being in here with her, so I motion for her to keep singing her part. She does it flawlessly. We hit the chorus again before it goes into my rap line. I get lost in the words. Music always has a way of distracting me. The chorus pops up again. Ah-Ri joins in and starts to dance a bit next to me. I smile and keep singing. We do four more takes, all of them perfect yet slightly different. By the time we finish the last one, I have so much adrenaline pumping through my system that I could record all day. She pulls off her headphones and holds up her hand. I make a fist and punch it lightly. Ah-Ri throws her head back and laughs. “I guess I deserved that.” “You really did.” I smirk, then hold up my other hand. “One last chance?” She sets her headphones on the stand, moves in front of me, and then slowly presses her palm against mine. Instinct takes over. My fingers slide into hers. Her smile falters as she stares at our joined hands. “Looks like our palms like a seriously long kiss.” “A lingering kiss,” I tease, licking my lips. “Lingering, huh?” Her eyes focus on my mouth. This is a bad idea, my brain screams. Do not fall for your bandmate, the very one you could hate later or have to see on tour every day. In the history of bad ideas, this would be the worst. Slowly, I pull my hand away from hers. It falls empty at my side. It doesn’t hurt, but it doesn’t feel good, either. It feels like she’s missing when she’s standing right in front of me. She stares down at her hand, then over at mine before slowly grabbing it again and pressing a kiss to my palm. Her lips burn a hole through my skin. They create a memory with zero effort, one I’ll never escape from unless someone chops off my hand. “You guys alive in there?” Haneul’s voice comes through the sound system. I jerk away from Ah-Ri, look through the glass, and leave the booth. It was a moment of temporary insanity, brought on by high emotions, close proximity, and touching. No more high-fives. No more palm kissing. Am I a toddler or something? I wipe my hands on my black sweats and casually run a hand through my hair as I walk toward Haneul. Jisoo is in the corner on her phone. Haneul smirks like he caught me making out. It was just our hands.
About Rachel Van Dyken Rachel Van Dyken is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author of regency and contemporary romances. When she’s not writing you can find her drinking coffee at Starbucks and plotting her next book while watching The Bachelor. She keeps
her home in Idaho with her husband, adorable son, and two snoring boxers! She loves to hear from readers!
Maeve was finally free. She might be on the run, but she was not in a six-by-six cell for something she didn’t do, which was all that mattered. Small spaces and too much quiet time were never good for someone like her. Addiction was a real thing, a disease that pulled on the very fabric of her being, and she found herself once more wanting to succumb to that tantalizing desire. Unfortunately, her turn of good fortune wouldn’t last when she realized that a U.S. Marshall was hunting her, and not just any U.S. Marshall, but the best tracker they had. A Wolf. He was one of the sexiest and most frustrating men she’d ever met.
Can Maeve avoid Wolf’s capture, or will she fall harder than she’d ever imagined?
Wolf understood all too well what it meant not to fit in. He’d spent his life trying to blend two worlds, neither of which wanted him. After a devastating loss, he decided to join the army and embark on a new chapter of his life that he thought would heal old wounds. Little did he know his greatest pain was yet to come. Back home, he was now a U.S. Marshall and divided his time between apprehending fugitives by day and burying them for The Righteous by night.
When he was given the task to bring the fugitive Maeve in, he thought it was a simple ‘dead or alive’ order, one he’d done a million times. What he hadn’t bargained for was the beautiful-storm of a woman that would test him at every turn and catapult his simple world into a life and death race from an enemy neither one of them saw coming.
Will Wolf and Maeve find the calm in the storm, or will they be swept up and carried away by it?
Brooklyn Cross has always had a deep passion for writing that stemmed from a wild imagination. When she is not busy typing away about the next character you will fall in love with, you can find her walking with her dogs on the farm and sipping a hot cup of coffee.
In addition to getting her degree in business she was highly competitive in the equestrian sport of dressage, with aspirations of an Olympic dream. She is an entrepreneur at heart and has coached and trained many of a riding enthusiast or their wonderful mounts, but always found herself drawn to writing full-time.
“I just want to be me and to be authentic with my characters. To tell a story that others can immerse themselves in and enjoy is what I have always wanted.”
To learn more about Brooklyn Cross and her books, visit here!
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