What better combination could there be? Romance and intrigue take
center stage in this paranormal adventure.
A serialized paranormal Rockstar romance with several mythical
beings and multiple pairings—including MM MF MMF FF (Must be read in order, each book is an episode with potential
cliff hangers
Summer Blood (Carolina Sky Book 1)
Their music is tuned to the
supernatural
His life is finally coming together, Matthew has confronted his personal
demons, stepped into his role as the leader of the band Carolina Sky, and found
love he’d never dared to dream of.
But dark forces that Matthew cannot control are in play. Something with fangs
wants him for their own and doesn’t plan on taking no for an answer.
Stardom or a living nightmare? Can Matthew and the band have one without the
other? Will they survive what the future has in store for them all?
A serialized paranormal Rockstar romance with mythical beings and multiple
pairings—including MM MF MMF FF.
Tags: Rockers looking for fame, forbidden love, vampires are coming, women
with fangs, prolific song writing, gay love, bi-sexual love, fighting demons,
fighting alcoholism, energy draining performances, jealousy among friends, love
triangle, everybody wants the singer
Tobia and Gwin’s afterlives have been varied and long. From their separate
creations to being intertwined. But now everything is changing. And it’s all
because of Matthew, the lead singer for the band, Carolina Sky. They want him
and will do whatever it takes…
A serialized paranormal Rockstar romance with mythical beings and multiple
pairings—including MM MF MFM FF.
Tags: Vampires stalking the rocker, Rockers looking for fame, forbidden
love, kidnapping, abduction, vampires are coming, women with fangs, prolific
song writing, gay love, bi-sexual love, everybody wants the singer, angsty
vampires
Neither sees an objection to one night of fun, but some deals need further negotiations.
She only wants a night to forget …
Zoe
Albright doesn’t want to be in Wichita. After running away to Chicago,
she’s returned home to regroup. She’s determined to live on her terms
despite her father’s harsh judgement. Zoe takes a job at his law firm in
order to appease him, but she’s already got one foot out the door. And
she’s tired of being forced into her dad’s idea of who she should be. So
why not throw all expectations out the window for one night only?
He’s not interested in a relationship …
Mitch
Caldwell isn’t in Wichita for anything other than a career opportunity.
It’s nothing long term, just a chance to gain experience before he
moves on to a new jurisdiction. When he hits a bar the night before
starting at his new firm, he has no intention of making a play on the
gorgeous blonde who is hearing oral arguments. Until she asks him to
make a motion.
After a night of no names and no
promises, Mitch arrives at his new job only to discover his one-night
stand is his new boss’s daughter and his new secretary.
Can they keep their hands to themselves at work, or will they repeat that night of passion?
If you love Helena Hunting, Elle Kennedy, and J. Lynn, you’ll love Zoe and Mitch’s steamy romance.
J. Saman has revealed the cover and blurb for Doctor Untouchable!
Releasing September 12, 2022
Running out on my wedding and throwing myself onto his car to get away from my cheating ex is not how I thought I'd see Kaplan Fritz again.
Which is probably why I didn't recognize him until I ran into his mother shortly after. A hell of a morning and a bottle of champagne later and I'm accepting a job I likely shouldn't–working for his family's foundation as their new executive assistant.
Now I'm in a new city, living a new life, determined that this will be the start of a new me, while foolishly assuming I'll never have to see Kaplan again. Wrong.
Sitting high up on his throne, Doctor Untouchable with his boyishly handsome face, piercing green eyes, and jawline that could sharpen a knife can make a girl blush and her panties melt just by walking past her. Everyone wants a piece of Boston's last eligible billionaire bachelor.
I simply want to forget he ever existed to me.
Especially when it turns out he's nothing like the man I remember.
Cold, aggravatingly closed off, and infuriatingly cocky, his sexy smirk grates on my every nerve. The pediatric cardiothoracic surgeon has no time or patience for me, his lowly assistant trying to help him run his family's foundation that he's now the CEO of.
Every encounter we have grows more and more heated. Every fiery exchange a twisted form of foreplay. Which is why I'm determined he never discover the truth about me.
But what happens when my cover is blown and he realizes that the curvy girl he loves to fight with is the same one from his past?
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J. Saman is a USA Today bestselling author who is addicted to Diet Coke, sour candy, and indie rock. She swears way too much (especially after a glass of wine) and has a penchant for sarcasm (or so her husband and children like to tell her).
She's an admitted lover of second chance romances, love triangles, and the perfect amount of angst. She is best known for writing contemporary romance filled with smart, strong women, and sexy alphas who have a softer side–especially for their women.
Dreams of the Deadly, an all-new sexy and thrilling dark mafia romance and first book in the Massacred Dreams Duet from USA Today bestselling author Adelaide Forrest, is available now!
They took her from me. Now I’ll take everything from them.
I was never meant to fall in love with her. We were children when they betrothed us—an obligation I didn’t want. Before long, her amber eyes had pierced right through me, transforming my indifference into gentle devotion. Then, they stole her from me—banished me from my home and robbed her of my protection. They damaged her in my absence, and the girl I cared for hardened into a woman I cannot resist. I’ve bided my time, amassing my strength; now none who stand in my way will survive. The time has come to take back my kingdom.
“You saw her as weak all her life, faulty and broken, but she brought you to your knees,” Calix said, wrenching my father’s head back for good measure. “Thalia is the reason you will die alone, with only the bodies of your family to keep you company as you make your way to the afterlife. She was never weak. She terrified you, because you saw what she could become.” Calix pulled the gun from his holster, cocking it for good measure. “Calix,” I said, unsure why I stepped forward. My father was far from my family, far from anything I cared enough to save. “This is the part where Rafael can take you to the car, λουλούδι μου. Otherwise you’ll find out what your father’s brains look like splattered across the altar,” Calix said, pressing the barrel against my father’s forehead. “Wait,” I said, uncertain why my voice seemed to have a mind of its own. I couldn’t process what I was doing, my body moving as if in a daze as I closed the remaining gap between us. I squatted down, wrapping a trembling hand around the cane that my father had used to beat Lydia. The same one that had tormented me for years, breaking my skin open at his order. The wood was slick with blood, forcing me to wrap a second
hand around the base as I spun on my heel back to face my father. Calix’s eyes tracked over me as I spread my legs to shoulder-width, raising the cane over my right shoulder like a baseball bat. The breath wheezed in my lungs, torn from the darkest part of me that wanted my father—no, Origen’s—blood as payment. It might have been Lydia who’d wielded the cane in more recent years, but my father had been the one to scar me. My father had been the one to order my beatings when he couldn’t be bothered to give them himself. As much as I hated Lydia, she’d been another victim of the life designed to make us obedient. I swung the cane, the whistle of air making my father’s head jerk as Calix pulled the gun away in the same moment. The wood clapped against the back of my father’s neck, his entire body sprawling forward as the wood vibrated in my hands. They throbbed in tune with the vibrations, an ache spreading up my wrists and to my elbows as I raised it again. Calix raised a brow at me as my father fell forward, landing face-first on the floor slickened by blood. He pushed up to his hands and knees in a daze, his body as I raised the cane over my head. I brought it down over and over again with a shrill scream, all the force in my body going into the movements. The wood split as it crashed against his spine a final time, splintering down the center as he flopped onto his stomach and didn’t move. I panted for breath as I stared down at his unmoving body, wondering if I’d killed him or only knocked him out. I didn’t know which I preferred, thinking I’d been the one to end him, or that I’d be able to move forward without that stain on my conscience. My fingers shook as I gripped the cane tighter, the hand that came down on my shoulder startling me into motion. I spun, swinging what remained of the cane through the air. Calix caught it a breath from the side of his neck, gripping it tightly as he raised an eyebrow at me in question. “Don’t touch me,” I hissed. My breath continued to come in wheezes, hard fought and hard won as I tried to pull the cane free from his grip. He raised his other hand slowly, grasping my fingers and peeling them off the wooden shaft one by one. “Let it go, λουλούδι μου,” he murmured, his voice soft despite the fact that I’d nearly struck him with enough force to truly harm him. I couldn’t decide if I would have regretted it. When he’d finally pulled all my fingers off the cane, he took it from my hand, twisting it around so that the sharp, broken point pointed down. He never took his eyes off of mine as he drove it down into my father’s back, the thick squelching sound filling the room as he twisted it in the older man’s body. The space where my father’s heart might have been, had he possessed one, was nothing but a gaping hole by the time Calix pulled the broken cane free and tossed it to the side. “Time to go home, Little One,” he said.
About Adelaide Adelaide Forrest is a USA Today & Amazon Top 40 Bestselling author of dark and gritty romance, such as the Bellandi Crime Syndicate and Beauty in Lies series. Adelaide fell in love with books at a young age and quickly discovered her love for writing soon after. She wrote short stories and then delved into full-length fiction at ten-years-old. Since then, she’s created over 350 book ideas and hoarded them over the years. When she isn’t writing, she can be found spending time with her two young children, dog, and cat. She enjoys traveling, chocolate, chai tea, and most importantly, being with her family.
Seeing him again has her second guessing everything.
Unfinished Ex, an all-new steamy romance with a surprise twist from bestselling author Samantha Christy, is out now!
He wanted everything I couldn’t give him. A doting wife, a perfect family, a white picket fence, and game nights.
It’s not that I didn’t want to be his wife anymore. I just wanted something more—a career. So when an opportunity came up two years ago, it was easier to make him hate me than have him think he wasn’t enough.
Now, a day after our divorce is final, I find myself thrust back in the town we grew up in, down the street from the house we once owned together.
Seeing him again has me second-guessing everything. My priorities. My reason for leaving. My secrets. When we cave, and have one explosive night of ex sex, everything changes. Or nothing has.
And I have to decide if history is about to be repeated.
“Aren’t you popular?” a familiar voice spews behind me. I stiffen, then turn. “Jaxon.” I spin back and motion for the bartender. My hair gets moved aside, and strong fingers come around the side of my throat. For a second, I think he might strangle me. Then his grip relaxes, and his thumb brushes against the hollow of my neck. Tingles shoot through my body. It’s the first time I’ve felt his touch in years. “As if being all over television isn’t enough,” he says. “You have to come here and rub it in my face? What the hell, Nic? Is there any guy here you haven’t come on to?” “Give me a break.” I shrug his hand off me and huff. “It’s my reunion too. And if you don’t want to see me on TV, change the channel. Anyway, don’t you have a girlfriend you should be dancing with?” The disdain in our voices is surprising. We never spoke like this to each other when we were married. And I’m not sure why I’m speaking to him this way now. He doesn’t deserve it. But seeing him on the arm of another woman all night has been… devastating, to say the least. And my defenses are up. He takes my arm and leads me to the dance floor. I know I should resist, but I don’t. Not much anyway. “What are you doing?” “Talking with my ex-wife. And showing everyone here that we can be civil.” I glance around. Everyone is staring. And guffawing. And videoing. I suppose they either think I’m going to punch him or fuck him. “Can we be civil?” I ask. “Because based on the two times we’ve seen each other, we’re either glaring at or ignoring
one another.” “I think we should try to be. How else are we going to survive two months of you being here?” “Avoidance,” I say, trying to ignore the warmth of his hands. The solidness of his body. The familiarity of his scent. Every synapse in my brain is firing, telling me to pull away. But my heart strings—apparently they think we’re still tethered together, and I find myself swaying to the music. He moves with me. “How’s that working for you? Apparently not well since you decided to show up at the one place you knew I’d be. Not to mention my friends.” “Oh, your friends.” “Yeah, my friends. You left them too. Or have you forgotten?” “I remember perfectly well. More than you could ever know.” I break away from him because being in his arms is suffocating. “I have to go. I need to be up early.” “Then why did you even come?” Why did I? “It was obviously a mistake.” I go back to the bar and Paige, who is holding up a shot. I’ve never needed one more. “Thanks. And now I’m leaving.” She checks the time. “You almost made it an hour. That’s longer than I thought you’d last.” She glances behind me. “Oh shit.” I turn to see Calista standing in the hallway, the sadness of her stare burning through my skin from twenty feet away. She saw us dancing. Not bothering to say goodbye to anyone, I hightail it to the back door. I’m barely to the back gate when I hear, “Why can’t you leave well enough alone?” Slowly, I rotate and face Calista. She walks toward me in what seems like slow motion. Is she going to call me names? Pull my hair? Tackle me to the ground? Behind her, people pour out from inside. “Calista, now is not the time. We’ve both been drinking.” “You think I’m going to cause a scene?” “No, because I’m walking away.” I get another thirty feet when I hear her heels on the pavement behind me. She runs ahead and stops my progress. Not with her fists or her body, but with her eyes. Her sorrowful, poignant stare that makes me feel even more guilty about being here. “Calista, I don’t have time for this.” “You left. You chose your career over him. You were selfish, uncaring, and insensitive. Not to mention you broke him. Do you know how long it took him to even ask someone out?” “Cal—” “It’s my turn. You had your turn. You had your chance with him. You don’t get to waltz back into town and pretend like everything is normal when you’re the reason he can’t be. He was just starting to heal. And tonight, I had a feeling he might even commit to this relationship. Then you show up and all anyone can do is look at you, and then look at him to see if he’s looking at you, and then look at me to see if I’m bothered by any of it. Why are you here? You made your choice. You don’t even want him, so why don’t you stay away and give him room to breathe? Please, Nicky. I’m begging you.” I’m stunned by the lack of anger in her confrontation. But I shouldn’t be. Even when we butted heads back in high school, she was still nice about it. She didn’t get to be head cheerleader, class president, and prom queen by intimidation. She did it because she was delightful, caring, and perky. The kind of person who’s perfect for Jaxon. Jaxon comes out of the pub and sees us. Calista glances between him and me. “Unless you still want him.” Her eyes become glassy. “Do you?” “I…” I clutch my pendant. “I have to go.” I run through the parking lot. Then I run down the street. Then I take my shoes off and run barefoot until I get inside the house and up to my room. Then I collapse on my bed, knowing everything she said was one hundred percent true. Especially the part about me wanting him. Because I was lying to myself. Being in his arms wasn’t suffocating. It was like going home.
About Samantha Christy Samantha Christy’s passion for writing started long before her first novel was published. Graduating from the University of Nebraska with a degree in Criminal Justice, she held the title of Computer Systems Analyst for The Supreme Court of Wisconsin and several major universities around the United States. Raised mainly in Indianapolis, but also living in Lincoln, NE for a time, she decided to devote herself to family upon the birth of her third child and became a stay-at-home mom. It was then when the writing bug really took hold as she was a voracious reader. Being a stay-at-home mom facilitated her ability to follow her dream of becoming an author. When she is not writing, she keeps busy cruising to every Caribbean island ships sail to. Samantha Christy currently resides near St. Augustine, Florida with her husband and the two of her four children who haven’t flown the nest. Oh, and her dog, Ozzy, who she worships and thinks is the most adorable Whoodle on the planet.
Omegas are supposed to remain virgins until they’re mated off to a pack. Violet, however, is anything but…
Secrets & Seduction by SK Reign is now live!
As an omega, I was born with one purpose: to be bred by a pack.
The issue? My first heat hit early. Confused and afraid, I took a big risk to relieve the pain, but it broke all the rules and cost me a piece of myself.
Nobody wants a used omega, but if I don’t mate a pack, none of my sisters will be able to either. So when a wealthy pack of strangers puts in an offer for me, my family is quick to send me packing, all the way to the land of the midnight sun. Alaska.
Archer, Miles, Noah, and Ben are everything that should make my heart flutter. They’re kind, attentive, and they worship me like a goddess.
My body is built for them, to crave their knots and give them offspring. They say they want to give me everything… but what if I have nothing left to give?
Get ready to meet the Steele sisters in the Bonds of Steele omegaverse series world. Each book is a standalone and can be read in any order. Secrets & Seduction features sweet, protective men, a shy, reluctant female lead, and smoldering-hot knotty times. Please read the author’s note for possible triggers.
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SK Reign believes in true love and great sex, strong women and irresistible heroes, gripping action and tender sweetness. Why choose one when you can have it all? Indulge in your wildest fantasies with this reverse harem romance that will leave you deliciously satisfied while also begging for more, more… more.
Basilio DiLustro.
Charming. Deadly. A monster dressed in a three-piece-suit.
Wynter Star.
Realist with the most romantic of hearts, hiding it all under her ice princess fame.
The two were never meant to cross paths. When they do, worlds collide and volcanoes erupt.
Basilio makes her feel everything when she's with him. Protected. Loved. Desired.
Every monster has a weakness. She's his. His obsession. His addiction. His only salvation.
Theirs is a love twisted with secrets and tainted by lies. And when history comes knocking, it could shatter everything.
Eva Winners released her first novel Second Chance At Love in 2020 and has been writing vigorously ever since. She writes about everlasting romance for every century focusing on characters emotional development and always guarantees an HEA.
She loves yoga, wine and her kiddos. In her spare time, she seeks adventures either hiking through trails or exploring the beaches.
Writing books has always been her passion and she brings real life to the forefront in everything she writes about.
Deeply passionate characters and stories will draw you in and you'll never want to leave.
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Cover Reveal & Giveaway:
Learning Curve
By N.R. Walker
Coming September 29th
Franklin University Series, Book 6
Cobey Green
There I was, moving into the dorms at Franklin U, and not into the shared party house I’d lived in my freshman year. Last year had been all about football and afterparties, not schoolwork. Which was why my grades tanked, and why I was one failed class away from being kicked off the team.
Why I needed to live on campus, and find myself a tutor.
Funny that my new roommate just happened to be a tutor. Funny that he was oblivious to how hot he is. For a smart guy, he was pretty clueless. Maybe I could tutor him in how to be more outgoing in exchange for help with calculus? I could teach him how to talk to people, how to make new friends. Hell, maybe I could even help him punch his V card.
Actually, now that I thought about it… that was a really good idea.
Vincent Brandt
And there I was, happy to be back at college, happy to be where I was most comfortable. Happy to be starting another school year, happy to start tutoring again so I could earn some money.
And yes, there I was, equal parts excited and dreading to see who my new roommate would be… Until Cobey Green’s smiling face appeared at the door. A huge football player, loved by everyone, gorgeous, rich, and out of the closet.
Everything I was not.
It didn’t help that he was genuinely a really nice guy. It didn’t help that I could make him laugh, and we could talk so easily, and it certainly didn’t help that we started having private tutorials which ended up way more private than I’d ever dared imagine.
I’d ranked top of my class in every subject since the first grade yet there I was falling stupidly in love with him.
This was going to be a hell of a year. And one very steep learning curve for both of us.
N.R. Walker is an Australian author, who loves her genre of gay romance. She loves writing and spends far too much time doing it, but wouldn’t have it any other way.
She is many things; a mother, a wife, a sister, a writer. She has pretty, pretty boys who live in her head, who don’t let her sleep at night unless she gives them life with words.
She likes it when they do dirty, dirty things…but likes it even more when they fall in love.
She used to think having people in her head talking to her was weird, until one day she happened across other writers who told her it was normal.
Release Blitz, Excerpt & Giveaway:
Mother Parker
By Rhys Everly
Mayberry Protectors Series, Book 1
Divorced. Beaten down. A failure. Until a ray of sunshine comes into my life…
People call me Officer Grumpypants, but wouldn’t you be if life kept knocking you down?
My life is an endless sh*t list that I can’t even begin to unravel.
It all started when my parents died.
It continued when I was forced to sell my house.
And it all came to an epic conclusion when my wife walked out on me.
What I need is to get my mind in order and my life back on track.
So when my old commander offers me a job in Mayberry Holm, I grab the opportunity by the balls.
I’m ready to put my head down and my hands to work.
What I wasn’t planning though was becoming pet food for crows by this infuriating little man who throws seeds at my face.
Or being hired to help said man with his new store.
Or having to protect him from a bunch of criminals that prey on his softness and sweetness.
Even though he drives me insane, I can’t stop thinking of him. And even though he’s annoyingly cheerful, I can’t help but smile around him.
Or fantasize about him doing… naughty things to me.
What the hell is happening to me? Am I falling for the young, bubbly, pink-haired man? And is it too late to stop it?
Welcome to Mayberry Holm, a small island in the Atlantic full of crime, secrets and happily-ever-afters, and the ex-Navy SEALs that come to deal with them all.
“All right, Mr. Dorothy, calm down,” he said.
Despite my snap, he didn’t look offended.
“Dorothy? Why Dorothy? This isn’t Oz, sweetheart,” I said.
Did I really need to add the sweetheart to my reply?
No. No, I didn’t. And yet I had, for no reason whatsoever.
“I’m not talking about Dorothy from Oz. I’m talking about Dorothy Zbornak. The grumpiest of the Golden Girls.”
Golden…Golden Girls?
Was he even alive when The Golden Girls was on?
And how was that relevant?
And most importantly, why would he call me by one of their names?
“Dorothy?” I grunted. “And if I’m Dorothy, who the hell are you? Blanche?”
Hwan was definitely a Blanche. He looked effortlessly flawless. Never mind the constant smile on his face, which I was pretty sure was flirting, but I could be wrong.
Not to say anything of the fact he was completely irresistible. Or must be. I assumed. I wouldn’t know, of course. I wasn’t gay.
But if the men he dated felt even an inkling of the…frustration I felt around him, then he must be irresistible.
“Bla—Bitch, I’m Rose, and I own it. Now finish that tea, princess,” he said.
I frowned.
Had he really just called me princess?
And had he really just snapped at me?
He raised an eyebrow and a hint of a smirk before he spoke again.
“That ice is going to melt and ruin your drink. So…hurry up, Mr. Dorothy.”
First, he calls me princess, and now he keeps calling me Dorothy? Who the hell did he think he was?
I started shaking the drink, and naturally, since I was trying to prove a point, the whole thing exploded on me.
“For fuck’s sake!” I shouted, and was it my imagination, or did Hwan jump at my outburst?
“It’s okay. That’s fine. It happens to everyone their first time.”
And there he was with his virgin hints again.
Was he trying to get a rise out of me?
Well, if he was, I was just serving it to him on a platter.
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Rhys Everly-Lawless is a hopeless romantic who loves happily-ever-afters.
Which would explain why he loves writing them.
When he’s not passionately typing out his next book, you can find him cuddling his dog, feeding his husband, or taking long walks letting those plot bunnies breed ferociously in his head.
He writes contemporary gay romances as Rhys Everly and LGBTQ+ urban fantasy and paranormal romances as Rhys Lawless.
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