Neither Tiff nor Zeb expected that this protective detail would be anything
other than a strictly business-like arrangement, but the two find quickly that
they complement each other in just about every way. Maybe, just maybe, it’s
what Dragon had planned. After all, the president of the SHMC is sort of crafty
With no other options, and no place else to go, Melody is about to make a deal
with this devil that she can’t refuse. Who knew it could, quite possibly, be
the best decision she’s ever made?
Is Hayley the woman for them? A match for Blue sure, but strong enough to withstand the bizarre tempest of Cell’s personality? The two MC brothers have set their sights on the waitress and have been patiently feeling her out. Now it’s time to take the next step and see if she’s indeed able to date the both of them.
She’ll either bring balance to the boys, or Cell’s pull will knock them all off balance and send them crashing, burning them all out before anything can even fully ignite.
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Series: Broken Deeds MC #4
Author: Esther E. Schmidt
Cover Design: Esther E. Schmidt
Cover model: Golden Czermak
Release: February 14, 2018
When you’re on the run from danger that has caught up to you, there’s no way in hell you will pass on a helping hand. Especially one that comes from a handsome, friendly biker who gives you a chance to catch your breath and even offers to take on the danger you’re facing so you won’t have to stand alone.
There are so many people on this planet, yet ultimately it’s a small world. Lives cross and blood will flow. Will the foundation of family cause blindness for what’s hiding in plain sight? Trust, friendship, and love cut deep but what happens when one could leave you bleeding to death? Family can lift you up or drag you down. But what if the ones who are supposed to have your back, are the ones you begin to question?
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If Fifty is the new Thirty, then Nina Sullivan is today’s pin-up girl. Blessed with good genes, she’s keeping the crow’s feet and laugh lines at bay, maximizing her youthful appearance. But, factor in her lackluster sex life and she’s pushing a hundred.
In the early years of their marriage, Nina and Sully consumed each other with raw, carnal passion. And then one by one, year by year, their children snuffed out the burning flames.
Now that the kids have flown the nest, Nina is ready to douse the simmering embers of her marriage with her naughty fantasies and a little kink.
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I step in front of the full-length mirror to get a passing glance before heading out the door. Though my outfit is very appropriate for the office, it’s boring. I could blend in with the walls. I don’t want to blend in. I want to stand out. Turn heads. Particularly, Sully’s. I want to look like a sexy siren. I want to tempt him into bending me over his desk for hard pounding.
People always ask what it’s like to work with your husband every day. The truth is, we rarely see each other during the day. Sully’s out on job sites most days. But today, he will be coming to the office to turn in payroll hours and expense reports. I still haven’t convinced him to do this digitally, which aggravates me to no end. But today, I will use his antiquated procedures to my advantage.
Rifling back through my closet, I select my black pencil skirt. I pair it with a white oxford shirt, unbuttoned down the front until the red lace of my bra peeks out from the sides. Sliding into my red, fuck me heels, I barely recognize the woman in the mirror staring back at me. She looks like a sex kitten.
Time to make my kitty purr.
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7 Houses, 7 Authors, 7 Different Stories
Project Paradise by Phoebe Alexander
The New Neighbor by Isabelle Peterson
Then Again by Sylvie Stewart
Power Play by Lainie Suzanne
Relationship Resuscitation by Jennifer Theriot
The Knock by Emme Burton
Unexpected Love by Vicki Green
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At sixteen, I dreamed of fairy-tale endings and living happily ever after with Austin Knight. I was a fool! Austin was no Prince Charming. Rather than sweeping me off my feet, he broke my heart.
That was fourteen years ago, and I am completely over Austin. He is in my past, and that’s where he’s going to stay. At least, that’s what I thought until he moved back to the San Francisco Bay Area. Now, he’s determined to win me over. It won’t work. I will not think about how good Austin looks playing the drums shirtless, or what an incredible kisser he is. All right, I might think about those things a little, but I’m definitely not going to fall for him again.
I’ve never been the guy who rides off into the sunset with the girl and makes all her dreams come true. I’ve always been the rebound guy, the one who helps rebuild a woman’s confidence after a breakup. It hasn’t been a bad gig. I got all the benefits with none of the drama. It was all I wanted until Piper walked back into my life.
She’s not ready to forgive me, and I don’t deserve a second chance. I should just leave her alone, but after seeing her smile, I can’t do that. I’m done being the rebound guy. Piper doesn’t know it yet, but I’m going to do everything in my power to make her love me again. This time, I’m not letting her go.
EVERY TRIBE HAS ITS CODES OF HONOR.
Following those codes can be deadly.
Not following can be worse.
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Release date: 2.13.18
by Erin Lee
The Ten Golden Rules: They are simple.
Do not mistake humble for weak, nor meek for frail.
Don’t confuse empathy with stupidity, or honesty with foolhardiness.
At no time underestimate the power of gratitude.
Always be appreciative and sincere.
Forever hold true the virtues of integrity and patience.
The Ten Rules of Karma: They are certain.
Expectations based on pretenses often come with a price tag too high for even the loftiest of egos. Arrogance is certain to find its way back to powerlessness.
Those who put themselves first always die unaided, afraid, and eventually overlooked.
Honor comes not with manipulation or forced servitude.
What you give is what you receive tenfold.
Truth is in action and intention alone.
The meek shall inherit the earth.
Or so they said…
Author: Charli Coty
Publisher: NineStar Press
Release Date: February 5, 2018
Heat Level: 3 – Some Sex
Genre: Contemporary, LGBT, contemporary, bisexual, trans, genderqueer, non-binary, #ownvoices, musician, disability, drinking/some drug use, multicultural, small town, Oregon, some violence, illness/disease, Alzheimer’s
Ezra Cook is sole caregiver to older brother Tray, who was diagnosed with early-onset Alzheimer’s in his forties. They live outside the small town of Drop, Oregon, on property Tray bought with his Microsoft settlement money. For years, Ezra has been going on and off low doses of testosterone to maintain a comfortable level of androgyny. Ezra spends most days juggling Tray’s needs and the work required to survive in rural Oregon on a small income, ignoring their own needs, especially companionship and sleep.
Ellred “Red” Long escaped Drop at seventeen but returns to his hometown in disgrace after his band dumped him on the streets of LA. Coming back doesn’t seem like such a dead end, though, after he sees a guy walking along the side of the road in the rain and gives him a lift.
Ezra and Red’s chance meeting begins an uncomfortable friendship neither had expected, and both allow fear to keep it from escalating into a hookup, or worse, a romance. Red never meant to return to Drop and doesn’t want to get stuck there again, while Ezra’s protective walls may be too strong to breach, from either side.
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All Rights Reserved
It had been a while since the last time a moving vehicle hit me, but I wasn’t in the mood to take chances. The night was dark—no moon and only a smattering of stars peeking between the clouds. At least the rain had finally stopped. The county road I was walking along was flat, but I’d just passed a turn when headlights flashed behind me, coming up fast. A blind turn the locals had been known to straighten now and then, especially when the weekend and low visibility coincided.
I ran toward the neighbor’s patched fence, toward safety in the form of a boulder guarding the apex of the turn, hoping whoever sat behind the wheel didn’t mean to run me down. The way my luck was going that night, with the unexpected rain and Granddad’s truck quitting, it surprised me when the car stopped and I was still standing upright.
The GTO—the 1964 stock GTO that I knew to be deep purple but looked black right then—rocked gently and then settled. It rocked again when he leaned across the seat to roll the window down. Even if he’d seen my truck, he wouldn’t know who I was. He’d left town before we moved here, and only one thing about me is at all noteworthy anyway. Everyone knew the day he’d come back to town. Red Richardson—also known as Ellred Long, the name he got the day he was born. Back from Los Angeles where he’d never really made it, but he’d come close enough to be a Big Man in this little backwash town of five hundred (give or take). What he was doing so far off the highway or any of the main roads, I had no clue.
“Hey,” he shouted. Even only hearing him shout, you couldn’t help but know the man could sing. “Let me give you a lift. It’s starting to rain again.”
Slowly, to give myself time to figure out what was going on, I approached the passenger side of the car. I didn’t want to get in—that was trouble waiting to happen if I’d ever seen it—but I wasn’t looking forward to walking for another two hours either. I bent and looked in the window, a safe four feet between me and the car. A blast of warm air hit my face, and I tried not to look too hard at him. He always wore nice button-down shirts, in videos or going to the Mini Mart in Drop—jewel-tone red, purple, black—that looked like silk.
“Where are you headed?”
“Nowhere. Just out driving.”
Even in the dark, I could see his brilliant smile. He probably paid good money for that whiteness. I couldn’t see his long black hair or whether he was clean-shaven or had that short patch of beard he sometimes wore on his chin, but the smile did me in on its own.
“Where are you headed out here on foot in the middle of the night?” Red asked.
“Home.” A few steps closer won’t hurt. Maybe. “My truck quit a mile back.”
“The white International? That’s a shame. Cool old truck.”
We stared at each other another minute, sizing up the situation, and then he reached across and opened the door. He saw a dirty guy, obviously the one who’d filled the bed of said truck with firewood. A filthy, wet, and tired guy who only wanted to get home.
He has no idea.
I brushed off my pants as best I could and slid onto the seat. “Thanks. I’m up the road a couple of miles.”
Red Richardson extended a hand and introduced himself. As though he needed to tell anyone who lived within a fifty-mile radius who he was. I gripped his hand for as short a time as I could get away with and nodded.
“Ezra. Ezra Cook.”
“Good to meet you, Ezra Cook.” Red looked me over, and I could’ve sworn he was wondering how much trouble he could whip up for the both of us. If I didn’t know better, I’d have thought he wanted me to pay for the ride with a blow job. Or maybe he was only trying to figure out who I was related to.
That would take a very long time and end the same way as his music career: in disappointment.
I adjusted myself on the seat, pulling my filthy jeans lower across my hips and turning said hips away from him. He shouldn’t be flirting with men, and if he kept it up, I wasn’t above pointing that out. He could get himself killed doing that out here.
Red cleared his throat and gunned the engine. It sounded amazing. His father and brothers had kept the car on the road, probably figured he’d never be back to claim it. Probably prayed he’d never come back to claim it. That GTO was the nicest ride in three towns. Or maybe I liked the whole package—the sexy washed-up musician driving a fifty-year-old muscle car.
He pulled back onto the road, his headlights illuminating a whole lot of nothing in front and to both sides. The silence stretched out too long, something that wouldn’t have bothered me any other time or place.
“You’ll see a big red mailbox on the right.”
Red chuckled. A quiet rumbling, tuned to perfection like the car. “Your folks live out here long?”
That got my hackles up, but no sense in going down that road. “No. We moved to Drop in the early aughts.”
He darted a look in my direction—at least that’s what it probably started out as. Red couldn’t tear his eyes off me, which should’ve felt more like trouble than it did. Denial. It’ll get you every time.
“Aughts? What’s that?”
“You know. The first decade of the twenty-first century. Aught one, aught two…” When I realized I’d actually been speaking to him like he was anyone else—like we were two regular guys in a car, nothing unusual, nothing out of the ordinary to see here—I caught my tongue between my teeth and bit down. Not hard, I’m no masochist, just hard enough to remember why I should shut the hell up.
“How old are you?” He chuckled again. Damn him. “My father says that, but I didn’t think anyone under sixty used that term.”
“We’re all old out here.”
“Interesting. Because I’ve always heard the opposite. About me, anyway.”
“That I’m immature. A hopeless man-child.” He laughed and took one hand off the wheel. My attention fixed on that hand as he rubbed his thigh and then gripped it. His laugh sounded embarrassed and like he was bragging at the same time. I needed to get out of that car before I got myself in trouble.
“You can drop me anywhere. I don’t want to put you out.”
“I’ll take you home. It’s no trouble.”
Red rubbed the thigh of his jeans again, maybe to dry a sweaty palm, and then returned his hand to the wheel. His concentration seemed to focus on driving and the road outside the windshield instead of on me. Disappointing, but for the best. Even if he did keep flirting—if that was really what he’d been doing—it wasn’t like it would have gone anywhere. Rock stars didn’t get involved with…people like me.
I’d just raised my hand to point out the mailbox when he slowed to take the turn. His cocky grin made me want to adjust my pants again, but I was afraid we’d end up in the ditch if I did. Red roared down the half-mile stretch of dirt and gravel that passed for our road but stopped the car without making any ruts. He might be cocky, but he was no asshole.
Great. I’d sort of hoped he was.
He stopped in the turnaround near the front porch, and before I could even say thanks, the front door burst open. My brother stormed out and didn’t stop, yelling at the top of his lungs about something. All he wore were battered and ripped jeans—the hair on his head and chest looked white in Red’s headlights and wild like he’d been asleep on the couch. His enormous feet were bare. I jumped out before the car had stopped rocking.
“It’s me—Ezra,” I shouted over him. “Tray, the truck broke down, and Red here gave me a lift home.”
Tracy stopped and glared at the car, both hands locked in fists. He didn’t move or say another word, which was probably for the best considering he’d been woken up by headlights to find out I hadn’t made it home.
I closed the car door and looked at Red through the open window. “Thanks for the ride.”
“You going to be okay?” He looked between Tracy and me a couple of times. Clearly, he thought the answer was no.
“Yeah. It’s my brother. The car must’ve woke him up. We don’t get a lot of traffic back here, that’s all. Thanks again.” I stepped back and gave him a little wave. When he didn’t head out right away, I took Tray’s arm and started up the porch steps. Tracy didn’t make it any easier—he twisted at the waist to look back, no doubt trying to figure out who was crazy enough to drive down his road. Even FedEx and UPS had Tracy Cook’s place listed as a no-fly zone, so we had to drive over an hour into Portland to pick up any packages. When we got any packages, which didn’t happen much.
Nobody would’ve sent any presents to the Cooks’ two black sheep, even if they had found us again.
Charli Coty misspent a large chunk of her youth on the back of a Harley, meeting people and having adventures that sometimes pop up in their fiction. Mx Coty writes everything from contemporary to paranormal, always with a happy ending. Charli has survived earthquakes, tornadoes, and floods, but couldn’t make it through one day without stories.
Within a tough city girl beats the untamed heart of a wild spirit…
Ella Raines may not have the best reputation in New York, but she’s determined to have respect. Knowing she will achieve this in high society, Ella answers an advertisement for a mail-order bride in an up-and-coming Western town, Whiskey River, Wyoming.
Colton Hill is a wandering gunslinger seeking new horizons and is tired of being challenged because he’s the fastest gun around. When he meets Ella, he’s amused by her unusual ambition and agrees to tag along to Whiskey River.
Together, they travel Westward in search of happiness, purpose, and destiny. What they find instead is the spark of something they cannot control.
Publication Date: February 8, 2018
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