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Spotlight on Love

Spotlight on Love by Kristian Parker

Word Count: 19,602 Book Length: NOVELLA Pages: 89



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  If love conquers all, George Lomax has its biggest challenge yet… It’s 1923 and George Lomax is on the run. Not from the law but from his boss, the predatory stage company manager Waldo Waddington. George came to London from the States in a Harlem-style musical, but Waldo demands more than just a good performance on the stage from the males in his cast. Fleeing, George arrives at Safe Haven Boarding House in Brighton and immerses himself in the loving, accepting world of Tanner, Charlie, Frank and Michael. A stroll in the local park brings him to Stanley Butterworth, a war veteran who’s experienced his own horrors, and it’s love at first sight for the two very different men. But Waldo is hot on George’s heels, using George’s employment contract and visa to drag him back into his clutches. Can George find a way to not only be free but be free to love Stanley…if Stanley can overcome his own demons to love him back? Reader advisory: This book contains homophobia and racism.


“Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together for the Black Beauties of Broadway!” The roar of the crowd hit like a tidal wave. Ray King, the head of our company, stood in the centre of the line. He nodded and, in unison, we bowed. More feverish applause and a few shouts of “Bravo” came before the curtain fell, cocooning us from noise. “I’ll miss that,” I said to the crew member who operated the pulley. He clapped me on the shoulder. “You darkies can’t half dance. The next season is nearly sold out.” We were the oddities of the West End. All-black reviews were commonplace on Broadway, but we were the first to hit London. People had travelled from all over the country to get a look at us. They loved us, which made a change from the heckling we got back home in the States. We split down the middle and ran offstage, ready to meet in the dressing room. A few stagehands patted me on the back as I dashed through. I might have been fast, but the room had already descended into a hubbub of noise and activity by the time I made my way through showgirls pulling feathers from their hair and tap dancers ripping off their shoes and massaging their feet. My chair sat right in the middle of this commotion, and I wouldn’t have had it any other way. I sat next to Dorothy Brady, who had scooted in behind me and flopped in her seat. A cloud of the powder she covered her body in to make it less shiny erupted around her. I sat next to her, throwing my boater hat onto the makeup stand. “We did it, Georgie. A whole season behind us,” she said, leaning forward and giving me a kiss on the cheek. “We certainly did. They say we’re sold out for the next run. We’d better enjoy the rest. Now let me get this grease off my face. I need a drink.” Dorothy wriggled out of her gold-sequinned dress. She had no qualms about standing there in just her bloomers and I had given up trying to stop her. “Oh, don’t look like that, you prude,” she said with a mock scowl. “I know I ain’t got anything in here for you, sugar.” I lit two cigarettes and handed her one. She took a long drag, exhaling and sending the smoke swirl up to the already-nicotine-stained ceiling. “This might not be the Palladium, but I sure am going to miss it,” she decided. “It’s only a month,” I said, checking my neck for that awful tidemark the relentless makeup left. I nudged her and pointed to the dazzling array of lotions and potions she had on her station. “Get a shift on. I’d like to get out of here before the cock crows.” She groaned, throwing her cigarette into an ashtray before dutifully scrubbing at her face with one of her pieces of kit. Three claps reverberated around the room and the din suddenly stopped. We all spun around to see our lord and master, Waldo Waddington, standing in the doorway. One of the middle-rank theatre impresarios of New York, he’d seen profit in dragging us to these shores. Luckily, he had a smile on his face. Everyone returned to clearing the last vestiges of the stage from them as he weaved his way through the wooden chairs. “Well done, Alvin. The highest kick yet,” Waldo said in his trademark Brooklyn drawl. “Betsy, if you drop that hat one more time, I’ll fine you.” He reached our station and clapped his hand on my shoulder. “Georgie, what can I say? Not a dry eye in the house.” “And we know what that means,” Dorothy said and covered her face with her towel, scrubbing hard at the panstick. “I’m glad to see you’re taking care of your looks, Dorothy,” said Waldo, circling like a portly shark. “They go and you go, my dear.” He carried on walking through. Dorothy stuck her tongue out before towelling off her face. Once he’d reached the stage door, he clapped again. “Thank you for tonight, ladies and gentlemen. As you know, the theatre is going dark for a month. They can fix all those little problems you’ve been busting my ass about for the last six months. Peggy has your cheques at the stage door and your Uncle Waldo has put a little something extra in, seeing as he’s so kind and all.” A ripple of excitement ran through the room. “You have a few days to yourselves, then I want you here for Wednesday rehearsals.” A mutter of disappointment replaced the excitement. He’d said the theatre was closing for a month. “I thought we were getting some time off,” I whispered to Dorothy. “Sounds like that miserable bastard has changed his mind.” “We don’t need rehearsals. We do it every night,” piped up Ray King, mirroring our thoughts. Ray was a dancer from Minnesota who could Charleston as though there was no tomorrow. Waldo whirled around and scowled at him. “And what trouble would you get into if I just gave you a month off? Wednesday without fail.” Dorothy made a face at me. “Oh, Georgie. Looks like your adventure won’t happen now. Please come to the park with me instead. I don’t want to be stuck with these parakeets on my own.” I opened my mouth to respond but shut it again immediately as Dorothy spritzed herself with the perfume she’d been obsessed with ever since we’d sneaked out of our digs and gone to the stores on Bond Street. We didn’t care that we hardly had any money—just to be able to go into the shops was enough. Sure, we got stared at. White people aren’t all that different, no matter what side of the pond. Once the haze had cleared, I made a big deal of choking. “You said you loved the smell of this Channel Five.” I threw back my head and roared. “How many times? It’s Chanel Number Five.” I used my French accent for the last bit. She sprayed in my direction. “Georgie,” Waldo shouted across the room. “I’ll be waiting outside.” All eyes were on me. “Looks like you’re up.” Dorothy grimaced. There went my gin and tonic in the theatre bar. I resumed getting the makeup off. “So?” Dorothy continued. “The park would give you an excuse to get away early.” I had toyed with the idea of telling her my plans or not. “Keep a secret?” I asked. “Of course.” “I’m going on my adventure whatever he says.” She looked around in case any of the company were listening. People would use anything to dodge a night with Waldo. “Are you crazy? Where are you going?” “Remember that guy who I talked to the other week? The one who lived on the coast?” She screwed her face up as she tried to remember. We were expected to entertain select patrons in the bar after a show and they did all tend to merge into one. “The old guy in the wheelchair?” “That’s the one. He told me about a place called Safe Haven in Brighton. Sounds like it’s right up my street.” Dorothy put her hand on my thigh. “I don’t like it, Georgie. Waldo will be after you when he finds out.” With most of the makeup off, I stared at the door that exited where Waldo’s car would be waiting. “I guess I’ll have to be extra nice to him tonight then. It’ll only be for a week or so. He keeps us under lock and key. Dorothy looked worried. “Don’t come crying to me when he puts you on the first boat home.” I shrugged, getting my things together. “I thought we’d have more freedom coming to London. One trip to a store in three months? We could be anywhere. I want to see something.” “Lucky you got another rave review tonight. Maybe he’ll go easy on his star.” I winked at her and walked out of the dressing room. No one jeered or laughed. They would be relieved it wasn’t their turn. As I walked out onto the rainy London street, the car waited in the alleyway. Henry leapt out and opened the door, smirking at me as I climbed in. “Georgie,” Waldo said, his hand instantly falling onto my thigh. “Glad you’re free tonight.” He loved to play the game that we had any choice in the matter. I think he actually believed we would choose to spend our time in his room. Henry got into the front and the car zoomed off through the busy streets. I stared out of the window at the couples going for a late dinner or the gangs of friends out for a drink. To them, freedom came easily. It was taking me all my nerves to grab a tiny slice of it. Waldo’s rooms were in the Empire Hotel near to our digs, but a world apart. A lounge full of red velvet furniture led through to a bedroom complete with four-poster bed. The routine had become second nature. We all compared notes after one or the other had been “invited” up here. I poured Waldo a bourbon on ice. I still got a kick that I could do that so openly. In the US, a black man wouldn’t be allowed in this room unless he were cleaning it. As for pouring drinks, I could end up in the slammer if someone saw in the window. I handed him his drink and took a sip from my gin. He came over and pulled my jacket off my shoulders and massaged my arm. “It’s been a while, Georgie.” I tried to look petulant. “You’ve had Ray up here all week.” Waldo kissed the top of my head. “Don’t get jealous.” He walked over to the ruby-red velvet sofa and flopped his great body down. The furniture creaked in protest. I knew the feeling. Patting the seat next to him, he kicked his shoes off. Dutifully I sat down next to him. “There’ll be crowing in the Hen House tonight,” Waldo said, leaning back and closing his eyes. Our digs were a small block of rooms a few streets away from the theatre. When we’d arrived, we’d been so excited that we were in the middle of London, but our faces had dropped when we’d seen Mr Bridge and Mr Mitchell, doormen at the “Hen House” as it was dubbed. We weren’t allowed out. Not without Waldo’s permission. “I don’t want my investments damaged,” he’d proclaimed. We were working most nights and slept into the morning, but the afternoons dragged. Dorothy and I smoked cigarettes in her room and listened to the people rushing by outside. “Couldn’t you let us have just a week or two? We’ll be careful.” Waldo opened his eyes. “The fuck I can. If you get run over by a trolley bus, where do I find a headliner negro with a New Orleans accent? No, Georgie. You’re way too precious.” We were just a money-making venture to him. “Now, why don’t you go run us a bath? I’ll be right in.” I feigned a smile and downed my gin in one. The rest of the night’s performance stretched out in front of me…I’d need all my acting skills for this.

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Kristian Parker

I have written for as long as I could write. In fact, before, when I would dictate to my auntie. I love to read, and I love to create worlds and characters. I live in the English countryside. When I’m not writing, I like to get out there and think through the next scenario I’m going to throw my characters into. Inspiration can be found anywhere, on a train, in a restaurant or in an office. I am always in search of the next character to find love in one of my stories. In a world of apps and online dating, it is important to remember love can be found when you least expect it. Follow Kristian on Facebook.


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Lured to Paradise by Macy Butler

Lured to Paradise by Macy Butler

Release Date: 26th July

Genre: a best-friend’s-brother steamy contemporary romance, standalone


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Violet Monroe chose life on a tiny island to get as far away from her cheating ex and her meddling family as she could.
She didn’t need them, or anyone.
Especially not Hayden Kincaid.
Bouncing from city to city with a girl in every one, he was a playboy like all the rest.
And running from memories of ghosts in his past, his baggage was way over the weight limit. Worse, he was Violet’s best friend’s brother. Total kryptonite.
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Macy is a foul-mouthed tennis addict who loves to write about sassy heroines and the heroes that win their hearts from her home in the Florida Keys. Her passion is taking readers deep into the experience of paradise that she is privileged to live.
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Magic’s Torment by Andi Rhodes

Title: Magic’s Torment
Series: Satan’s Legacy MC #3
Author: Andi Rhodes
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: July 26, 2022


As the Enforcer for Satan’s Legacy MC, it’s not my job to keep secrets. In fact, when someone does keep one from my club, I’m the guy who has to make them pay. And I love doling out the punishment for any crime committed against the club. It’s exhilarating.

But now I’m the one with the secret… a freakin’ doozy at that. I’ve managed to keep it to myself for a while, but like a ticking bomb, time is quickly running out. I need to spill my guts knowing that it may result in my guts literally being spilled and the end of my life as I know it. That’s a chance I’m willing to take… for her.

As the baby sister of the Satan’s Legacy MC president, I’m always under constant scrutiny. Sure, they call it ‘protection’, but it’s smothering. Because I’m not only a sister. I’m a mother, a friend, and a steel vault when it comes to details about a certain aspect of my personal life.

But when a ghost from the past crawls out of the grave, that steel vault melts with each passing day until it disappears, and my son and I are left more vulnerable than we’ve ever been. And the one person who has broken every single club code has no choice but to come clean and risk his life. The problem is, I want to protect him, even if it means breaking my own heart and giving up my life in the process.





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Rule Breaker by Sonia Stanizzo

Title: Rule Breaker
Series: Acting on Love #2
Author: Sonia Stanizzo
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: July 26, 2022


She’s setting all the rules.
He’s refusing to follow them…

Rule 1: No Drinking
Rule 2: No Women
Rule 3: No Parties
Rule 4: No Scandals

Aiden Doyle plans to break them all. Even if it means losing his acting job on a popular T.V drama. Problem is, he’s assigned a 24/7 babysitter determined to make him stick to them. But rules are meant to be broken, and she’s just the sexy distraction he needs to help him.

Assistant Mya Saunders wants to live a drama free life. She can’t risk any scandal that could jeopardise losing her son. So far, life has been fairly stress free. Until she’s forced to spend every minute with Aiden whose life is spiralling out of control. The chaos that surrounds him is threatening to take her down with him.

But spending every moment together has them breaking a few rules of their own. Will Aiden and Mya’s attraction be the end of everything they’ve worked so hard for? Or are they willing to let love rewrite the rules at any cost?



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Sonia Stanizzo is a contemporary romance writer living in the beautiful south coast of New South Wales, Australia with her husband and three children. When she’s not dreaming up stories about couples and their road to finding love, sometimes bumpy but always a lot of fun, she can be found taking pole dancing lessons, reading and writing.


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I am so excited that KENZIE’S KINGDOM by Shea Fontana & Agnes Garbowska Blog is available now and that I get to share the news! 

If you haven’t yet heard about this wonderful book, be sure to check out all the details below. 

This blitz also includes a giveaway for 2 finished copies of KENZIE’S KINGDOM courtesy of Wonderbound  & Rockstar Book Tours. So if you’d like a chance to win, check out the giveaway info below.


About The Book:


Author: Shea Fontana, Agnes Garbowska (Illustrator), Rebecca Taylor (Editor)

Pub. Date: July 26, 2022

Publisher: Wonderbound

Formats: Paperback, eBook

Pages: 128

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When modern meets medieval, Kenzie must help a squire get back to the past in this time-traveling fantasy adventure!


Kenzie hates that her family moved to a castle to start a Medieval-themed resort, but all that changes when a time-traveling squire needs Kenzie’s help to get back home to the past! From the best-selling creative team behind DC Superhero Girls, this is a perfect read for fans of Phoebe and her Unicorn, The Baby-Sitter’s Club, or Witches of Brooklyn.




About Shea Fontana:

Shea Fontana is a writer for film, television and graphic novels. Her credits include developing and writing the DC Super Hero Girls animated shorts, TV specials, movies and graphic novels; Polly Pocket (developed and story editor), Doc McStuffins, The 7D, Whisker Haven Tales with the Palace Pets (wrote show bible and first season), Dorothy and the Wizard of Oz (story editor), the new Muppet Babies series; two Disney on Ice shows where she wrote new material for the worlds of Mickey Mouse, Inside Out, Disney Princesses, Finding Dori, Frozen, and other Disney and Pixar properties; and the feature film, Crowning Jules. She has also written for top comic titles including Justice League, Wonder Woman, Batman: Overdrive (coming 2019), Catwoman/Looney Tunes, and contributed anthology pieces starring Deathstroke and Teen Titans.

Her DC Super Hero Girls graphic novels have been New York Times Best Sellers. Her debut graphic novel, Finals Crisis, was honored with Diamond’s 2016 Gem Award for Best All-Ages Graphic Novel, and DC Super Hero Girls: Past Times at Super Hero High won the 2017 Gem Award for Best All-Ages Graphic Novel as well as the Comixology Reader’s Pick award for Best All-Ages Graphic Novel of 2017. DC Super Hero Girls won the 2018 Ringo Award for Best Kids Comic or Graphic Novel. She was listed 61st on Bleeding Cool’s Power List of Comics for 2018. The London Free Press declared her “not afraid to be corny,” which is an accurate assessment of her persona both on and off the page.

She lives in sunny Los Angeles where she enjoys hiking, hanging out with her beagle, Ziggy, and changing her hair color. Using the secret identity “Shea Q. Off,” Shea played roller derby until her angry knees forced her into early retirement. 


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About Agnes Garbowska:

Agnes has worked with many of the major comic book publishers illustrating such titles as the New York Times Best Sellers & Gem Award winner DC Superhero Girls for DC Comics, My Little Pony, Care Bears, and Jem and the Holograms for IDW, Grumpy Cat, Boo: the World’s Cutest Dog, and Li’l Vampi  for Dynamite Entertainment, Sonic Universe Off-Panel Stripes for Archie Comics, and Victories for Dark Horse. She has worked with Marvel Comics, providing artwork for Girl Comics and Spider-Ham 25th Anniversary Special. She is also the artist for the 2014 Halloween Comic Fest comic, The Adventure of Ernie from Aspen Comics.

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2 winners will receive a finished copy of KENZIE’S KINGDOM, US Only.

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Today Marilyn Jeulin and Rockstar Book Tours are revealing the cover for OPPA TOUR GUIDE: SEOUL, the first book in her new K-Pop Romance series which releases August 23, 2022! Check out the awesome cover and enter the giveaway!


On to the reveal! 

About The Book:

Title: OPPA TOUR GUIDE: SEOUL: Book One, Oppa Tours Series

Author: Marilyn Jeulin

Pub. Date: August 23, 2022

Publisher: Marilyn Jeulin

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A fallen K-pop Idol, Jeong Won-Shik, has worked hard to reach the top of his career. However, a one-night stand in a bar’s bathroom stall and an accusation of sexual misconduct turn his world upside down. 

After everyone in the industry disavows him, Won-Shik takes up a job as a Tour Guide. The company, headed by the twin sister of a fellow Idol, has the potential to either allow him to make his comeback or dig a giant grave for his career. 

Adelaide Guzman is an American working for a talent agency in London. She’s been assigned an Oppa Tour Guide, who will distract her from the reason she’s in Seoul, her ex-boyfriend’s wedding. 

When the upbeat and optimistic Adelaide meets the down-on-his-luck, Won-Shik, sparks fly. No matter how much they ignore their growing feelings, Won-Shik and Adelaide inevitably fall for each other. 

Can their relationship survive public scrutiny, or will Won-Shik’s comeback wreck their hearts? 

This book has a HEA.



“It’s okay.” He said, though, it didn’t sound like it was. “Sarah Noona said that you want to do unconventional things. Like the museums but also things the locals do?” he asked, leading the way through the parking lot.

“I don’t get to travel too often, so when I do, I’d rather have the local experience rather than what the organized tours do.” She nodded, crossing the road with him. “So, are you a trainee?” She asked.

“I beg your pardon?” He asked when they stopped on the other side of the road.

“Sarah said she was working with trainees?” She looked at him, unsure, as he removed the sunglasses and walked forward.

“I’m not a trainee.” 

“Oh,” Adelaide bit her lip, following him through the maze of cars, wondering which idol he was. Sarah also mentioned working with some idols who weren’t doing any variety shows or dramas.

“I have a degree and a master’s in Korean History.” He explained as they reached a rather large van.

“Oh, wow,” Adelaide said, clearly impressed.

“And I take it you also like history, according to the briefing.”

“I love history, but I’ve not been able to study much Korean history, but I’ve read a few books. I’ve always been fascinated by the Three Kingdoms, but I think it’s time to learn more about Modern Seoul and South Korea.” She said as he opened the back of the van to put the suitcases in. “Let me help you.”

“No, I’ll do this; just go and sit down; the door’s open,” Won-Shik replied as Adelaide took a step back and nodded. She grabbed her cellphone to text Sarah and let her know she had found her Tour Guide without problems, then texted her parents so they knew she’d survived the eleven-hour flight from London.

Once Won-Shik sat behind the wheel, he removed the beanie and the mask. It was then that Adelaide knew. If it’d been possible, she would have kicked her ass for failing to recognize her own BoS bias. Jeong Won-Shik. And there he was, sitting behind the wheel, one-sixth of the fantastic Boys of Summer.


And she asked veteran K-Pop Idol Jeong Won-Shik if he was a trainee.  What next, Adelaide? Are you going to ask Albert Einstein if he understands Common Core Math? She swallowed hard, placing her hands on her face.



About Marilyn Jeulin:

Born in the Wild West and raised in a tropical paradise, Marilyn has always thirsted for a good story and adventure. She’s a massive fan of Anne Rice, Stephen King, and GRR Martin. And when she’s not reading, she’s an avid gamer.

She currently lives in Central Florida with the Frenchman and their two children in a house that looks relatively normal until things go bump in the night.

She also writes Young Adult Paranormal stories under the name, Marilyn Almodovar.

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3 winners will receive a $5 Amazon GC & eBooks of Marilyn’s Operation Get a Life, International.

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Mr. Grier and the Governess


The Brazen Beauties, Book 2


Regency Romance

Date Published: July 26th, 2022


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He’s the dutiful guardian…

She’s the breath of fresh air he needs…


Olivia Poole knows her time for marriage has passed, so she accepts the position of governess to Mr. Grier’s ward. However, she cannot reject the vow she once made her sister – that she would live her life to the fullest. Armed with a list they created together, she determines to honor her promise. But being a governess and an adventuress isn’t so easy. Least of all when the only man she would ever consider for her last challenge happens to be her employer.

Although Grayson Grier mourns the loss of his rakish days, he is determined to do right by his ward. But when he meets Miss Poole, the prim and proper governess seeking employment, something about her begs to be challenged. Ignoring his better judgment for once, Grayson hires her on the spot – a decision destined to tempt him at every turn. For what he did not anticipate was her list, or the fact that his name would be on it. Right next to kissing…

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Mr. Dale and The Divorcée

The Brazen Beauties, Book 1


He’s a respectable barrister…

She’s the most scandalous woman in England…

Wilhelmina Hewitt knows she’s in for a rough ride when she agrees to help her husband get a divorce. Nothing, however, prepares her for the regret of meeting Mr. Dale on the eve of her downfall. No other man has ever sent her heart racing as he does. Unfortunately, while she’ll soon be free to engage in a new relationship, no upstanding gentleman will have her.

James Dale would never pursue another man’s wife. Or a woman reputed to be a deceitful adulteress. Furious with himself for letting the lovely Mrs. Hewitt charm him, he strives to keep his distance. But when her daughter elopes with his son, they’re forced into a partnership where passion ignites. And James soon wonders if there might be more to the divorcée than meets the eye.





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USA TODAY bestselling author Sophie Barnes spent her youth traveling with her parents to wonderful places all around the world. She’s lived in five different countries, on three different continents, and speaks Danish, English, French, Spanish, and Romanian with varying degrees of fluency. But, most impressive of all, she’s been married to the same man three times—in three different countries and in three different dresses.

When she’s not busy dreaming up her next romance novel, Sophie enjoys spending time with her family, swimming, cooking, gardening, watching romantic comedies and, of course, reading.


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Anton by Kat Mizera

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As the son of hockey royalty, Anton Petrov has both a reputation and a name to live up to. He’s always given everything to the sport, kept his head down—and focused on the game. Parties and women might come easily to him, but he’s not that interested. He’s never gotten over the one that got away—Sasha Kingsley.

When the FBI questions him about her disappearance, he begins to realize he can’t live without her.

Sasha grew up with the proverbial silver spoon. And that was before her mom married a legit European king. Now she’s a princess with expensive college degrees and absolutely no idea what comes next. Torn between passion and duty, she’s not sure how to survive her new status. When an unknown enemy sets their sight on Anton, she doesn’t know who to trust.

She broke Anton’s heart once to protect him—she’s not sure she’s strong enough to do it again.

About the Author:

USA Today Bestselling and award-winning author Kat Mizera is a South Florida native. Born in Miami Beach with a healthy dose of wanderlust, she’s called Los Angeles, Long Island, upstate New York, Massachusetts, New Hampshire and Atlanta home. She’s never been able to pick which locale is her favorite, but if pressed, she’d probably choose the west coast.

A typical PTA mom with a wonderful and supportive husband (Kevin) and two amazing boys (Nick and Max), Kat can usually be found scrapbooking or indulging in her second love (after writing) – traveling. Greece is one of her favorite places in the world. She loves that Athens is a big city with a small-town feel. The food, beaches and culture keep her going back as often as possible.

Kat’s been a working freelance writer for nearly 30 years. She sold her first article–a review of a rock concert–for $10 in 1985. Since then she’s been an entertainment journalist, waitress, bartender, legal assistant, food critic, magazine editor, substitute teacher, and sports writer. She also spent some time working at A & M Records in Los Angeles.

As you can guess from her Las Vegas Sidewinders series, Kat loves hockey and occasionally writes articles about her favorite team, the Florida Panthers. The rest of the time, she writes novels: sexy, romantic fiction that she hopes makes you as happy as it makes her. There’s something enticing about hockey players and romance…

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The Poison Bottle

The Poison Bottle by LM Somerton

Book 3 in the Treasure Trove Antiques series

Word Count: 58,408 Book Length: NOVEL Pages: 231



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Book Description

There’s no antidote to the malignant craving for power and wealth. Landry Carran should know better than to get involved in yet another murder mystery, but it was hardly his fault that someone dumped a dead body on the doorstep of Treasure Trove Antiques. He can’t resist recruiting his friends to help him play detective. Meanwhile, Landry’s partner and Dom, Gage Roskam, is doing real detective work that proves hazardous to his health and brings with it the assistance of an annoying Englishman who Gage believes should be behind bars. The case twists and turns across Seattle’s antique trade, and the bodies multiply. As clues are solved, it becomes apparent that those closest to Gage are in grave danger. He’ll need to control his errant sub, deal with the most irritating Brit ever born and solve the case if he wants to prevent more death. Reader advisory: This book contains scenes of violence, abduction and murder.


Landry Carran gave his ass a rub and grinned at the resulting ache. His boyfriend and Dom, Detective Gage Roskam, had delivered a stupendous spanking less than an hour earlier, and Landry was still glowing—physically and mentally. He gave a happy jig then bounced down the stairs from the apartment he shared with Gage to Treasure Trove Antiques, which occupied the ground floor of the building and was his place of gainful-ish employment. The two cups of strong coffee and bowl of sugar-laden cereal that he’d had for breakfast ensured his current energetic state would last for at least an hour, which was when his best friend and assistant, Petey Templeton, would join him. Landry didn’t usually have to open the store alone, but Petey had finally given in to a nagging toothache and had an early dental appointment. “Such a wuss,” Landry muttered. “Can’t believe I had to bribe him to go.” Worth it though. An assistant who doesn’t want to eat baked goods is no use to me at all. That globe he had his eye on was a small price to pay. Petey had a thing for maps and had fallen in love with a battered globe that dated back to the nineteen seventies. It was about as accurate as a Fox News report, but Petey liked finding the mistakes. Landry had gotten so fed up of Petey whining about his tooth, he’d promised Petey the globe if he put aside his phobia of dentists and got it taken care of. Landry had also persuaded Carson, Petey’s boyfriend, to act as escort and make sure he made his appointment. Carson had been happy to help because, as he’d put it, “a boyfriend who cries when you kiss him does not boost a man’s confidence.” Bopping and humming as he went, Landry unlocked the door between the building’s stairwell and the store. As he entered the cavernous space, piled high with antiques and collectables, he took a deep breath. The familiar scent of beeswax polish, old wood and leather always settled him and put him in the right frame of mind for a day at work. He moved around the store, turning on an eclectic mix of lighting—mainly old lamps that were for sale because his boss, Mr. Lao, insisted that they were more attractive to potential buyers when lit. Of course that meant that whenever they sold one, a corner of the store would be in the dark until Mr. Lao obtained a new one to replace it, but Landry didn’t mind because part of Treasure Trove Antiques’ charm was its nooks and crannies. He knew the stock inside and out but loved seeing the wonder on customers’ faces when they spotted something unique or unusual hidden behind an aging armoire or balancing on top of a bookcase stuffed with rare tomes. He glanced around, checking that all was as he’d left it the previous evening. Everything was as it should be. Not that there was any reason for him to think otherwise, but there had been an incident with a mouse once when somehow, the tiny rodent had set up home in a basket of vintage tablecloths and had nibbled a hole through two of them before he was spotted. It had taken a humane trap and enough peanut butter to feed a raccoon, let alone a mouse, to catch the beast, so Landry was constantly on the lookout for any sign of critters in the store. He grabbed the long pole he needed to lift the security shutter into place then went back into the hall. He left the building then crossed the yard to the alley gate. After his usual fight with the padlock, he rounded the corner of the building to the street. His friend Prisha, whose dad owned the Eastern Emporium opposite Treasure Trove, was outside brushing down the sidewalk with hot soapy water. Landry gave her a wave before jogging across the road. “Hey, Prisha, what’s going down?” “What came up, more like.” She grimaced. “Somebody deposited the contents of their stomach on the sidewalk last night. So gross.” Landry wrinkled his nose. “Better you than me, especially first thing in the morning.” “Hey, if you want to do a girl a favor, I’d be happy to hand over the broom.” “No can do.” Landry grinned. “Petey’s at the dentist so I have to open on my own this morning. Gotta go before hordes of voracious customers start beating on the security shutter.” “Yeah, I can see where they’re lining up around the block.” Prisha went back to brushing. “I’ll come over on my break later. You can buy me a coffee.” “Deal. Have a good morning.” Landry skipped back across the street, managing not to trip over his pole. He had less trouble opening the security shutter than closing it because he didn’t have to get the hook on the end of his pole through the tiny D-ring that allowed him to draw it down. It was way above his head and like trying to thread a needle while standing on the deck of a pitching boat. Opening up just meant using the pole to push the shutter back into place once he’d released the padlock that locked it to a concealed ring in the sidewalk. A padlock that was no longer in place. Landry frowned. He distinctly remembered snapping it shut the night before because he’d scraped a knuckle doing it. “Fuckety-fuck. What the heck is going on?” There was no sign of vandalism or any other damage to the shutter. Landry shrugged, slipped the pole into place then pushed. The shutter rolled up of its own accord, only needing a shove for the last couple of feet. Landry unhooked the pole then gaped. In the recessed store doorway was a person, huddled in a ball, facing away from him. “What on earth…? Hey, padlock thief, you can’t stay there.” He groped in his pocket for a few dollars. “Go get yourself some breakfast.” Whoever it was didn’t move. With a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach, Landry propped his pole against the store window then leaned over his visitor. He touched his shoulder, gave it a little shake and the man rolled toward him. “Holy fuck!” He was dead. Completely and absolutely deceased. Blood stained the front of the beige trench coat he wore. There was a blue tinge to his skin and his eyes were open, staring. Landry danced back a few steps as he stared at the corpse. “No, no, no… This is not good for business. I mean, poor guy, but why my shop doorway?” His cell was inside so he turned and waved frantically at Prisha who dropped her broom before running across the street. “Call 911! I found a body.” Prisha, who was always good in a crisis, did a quick turn and rocketed into the Eastern Emporium. She was soon back with her dad at her side. “The cops are on their way,” she said, putting an arm around Landry’s now shaking shoulders. “You should call Gage. Here, use this.” She handed over her cell, but Landry’s hands were trembling too much to punch in the number. Prisha grabbed it back. “Tell me the number. I’ll call him for you.” Landry reeled it off without thinking. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the dead body and his bloodstained clothing. “Gage, it’s Prisha. I’m here with Landry and… Yes, he’s fine but the dead guy he just found behind the security shutter isn’t looking so good.” “What?” Landry heard Gage’s yell even from where he was standing. He took the cell back. “Can you come home, Sir?” Landry used the honorific without thinking, defaulting to his role as Gage’s submissive rather than his boyfriend in his stressed state. “There’s a b-b-b…body. A real-life body, I mean it’s a dead body but it’s real. An actual genuine, honest to God, not breathing, corpse. And it’s in the shop porch blocking the door and there’s blood. Gage, why is there a dead person in my shop doorway?” Tears welled in Landry’s eyes and he sniffled. “I’m not really in a position to answer that question yet, love. Stay put. Sancha and I are on our way. Who’s there with you?” “Petey’s at the dentist and Mr. Lao isn’t here but Prisha and her dad have come over.” “Stay with them. I mean it, Landry. You are not to go anywhere on your own.” “Not going anywhere,” Landry mumbled as Gage ended the call. “How can I go anywhere when there are dead people?” “It’s one dead person, Landry, not a massacre.” “Where there’s one, there might be others. That’s logical.” Landry glanced around in case more corpses littered the place. Prisha gave him a comforting hug. She and her dad had been joined by the guy who had been cleaning windows at the café next door to Treasure Trove and the crew of a passing garbage truck. The manager of the café arrived with a tray of coffees and a plate piled with Danish pastries. “Someone came into the café and said there’s a body out here. I know it doesn’t seem appropriate,” she said, “but a hot drink and something sweet will take your mind off what’s going on, Landry. It’ll help with the shock.” “Thanks, Mary.” Landry discovered that shoving a cherry Danish in his mouth made all the difference. A new infusion of sugar and caffeine into his system helped him see things in a more clinical light and stop thinking about how on earth a dead man had gotten behind the security shutter. “The padlock,” he said, spraying crumbs. “When I came to lift the shutter earlier, the padlock was gone. I wonder where it is.” The small crowd started searching up and down the sidewalk and it wasn’t long before there was a shout from one of the garbage crew. “Found it!” Landry, coffee in hand, walked over to look at where the guy was pointing. The padlock lay in the gutter, partly covered by a discarded banana skin. “I guess we should leave it where it is,” Landry said, “in case of fingerprints.” “That’s right. I’m Elton.” The garbage guy held out his hand, which Landry shook, hoping that his fingers wouldn’t be crushed in the process. Elton was built like a linebacker. “Nice to meet you, Elton. Shame it couldn’t have been under better circumstances.” “You’d be surprised how many bodies we come across in our line of work,” Elton said, sounding philosophical. “We get training on what not to do when it comes to possible evidence. We were about to empty the dumpsters along the street when we saw what was going on, so we’ll leave them until the cops get here. They may want to keep the contents to search through for clues.” “Well, I never thought of that.” Landry was fascinated. “I don’t suppose antique selling is a job that gets you involved in much crime,” Elton said. Landry thought about the last few months, the adventures he and Gage had had, first with his lucky cat and then the gilded mirror. “No, not really. Old stuff is tame.” “I wonder if there are any pastries left.” Elton ambled toward the café where Mary was eyeing him like a piece of prime beef. Landry shook his head. “People sure do meet under the strangest of circumstances,” he muttered, watching Elton get coy and stutter in front of Mary. Sirens announced the arrival of the cops and not long afterward, Gage’s Jeep screeched to a halt next to a patrol car. He and Sancha jumped out and while Sancha went over to the uniforms, Gage headed straight for Landry. “Again? Really?” He drew Landry into a tight hug. “So not my fault,” Landry mumbled into the hard planes of Gage’s chest. “It’s not like I have a sign up saying ‘leave your dead bodies here’, is it?” “You attract trouble like a magnet.” Landry nuzzled against Gage’s body. He could feel the warmth of his skin through his shirt and smell the gel he’d used in the shower that morning. “Do not.” “Do so.” “Someone cut off the padlock. It’s in the gutter over there. They must have lifted the grill, dumped the body in the porch then pulled it down again.” “I want you to go sit in the café,” Gage said, “while Sancha and I get the investigation started.” “Will you be assigned the case?” Landry asked. “If the captain doesn’t think I have a conflict of interest, it’s quite likely.” Gage steered Landry toward the café. He gestured for Prisha to come over and asked her to stay with Landry. Landry didn’t want to leave the safety of Gage’s arms but knew he had to let him do his job. Once he’d settled at a table in the café with Prisha next to him, he took a deep breath and eased some of his tension with a roll of his shoulders. He slurped his coffee. “Here we go again.” “Are you ready for another adventure?” Prisha asked. “It’s not like I had a choice the first time, or the second. Hopefully this will amount to nothing.” Landry didn’t need Prisha’s skeptical expression or his own gut feeling to tell him that amounting to nothing was the least likely outcome of the morning’s events. He wondered if impending doom merited another pastry.

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L.M. Somerton

Lucinda lives in a small village in the English countryside, surrounded by rolling hills, cows and sheep. She started writing to fill time between jobs and is now firmly and unashamedly addicted. She loves the English weather, especially the rain, and adores a thunderstorm. She loves good food, warm company and a crackling fire. She’s fascinated by the psychology of relationships, especially between men, and her stories contain some subtle (and some not so subtle) leanings towards BDSM. You can follow Lucinda on Facebook, Twitter and her Website.


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