Molly’s Man by Laylah Roberts

Molly’s Man by Laylah Roberts

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This wasn’t how he’d expected his night to go. He thought he’d come to the club as usual, watch a few scenes from the safety of the bar, then go home to his cold, lifeless house. Instead he was staring down at the most beautiful woman he’d ever met. She was kneeling on the ground, not in the right position but he’d teach her that. Her hair was tied back in a long ponytail, and there was plenty of her creamy skin on display tonight. Her full breasts were barely contained in a corset that cinched in her tiny waist. She had a curvy figure, a small waist that flared out into wider hips, and a magnificent ass. That quick view he’d had of her butt just wasn’t enough to satisfy him. He moved his gaze lower, to her bare pussy. He couldn’t see much with her legs pressed together, but that was going to change. He was going to explore her pussy to his heart’s content.

His balls tightened to the point of pain. He needed a distraction. He looked around for her things, spotting her skirt and panties on a stool nearby.

“Molly, where are your crutches?”

She blinked, looking a bit surprised by the question. “Doc said I’m okay to walk without them.”

That seemed a bit soon to him.

“Your ankle isn’t sore anymore?”

“It’s fine.”

Hmm, he’d keep a watch on her anyway.

“Can you walk or do you wish me to carry you?”

“Uh, I can walk.” Her eyes were wide. “Where are we going?”

“To a quieter spot. We need to have a little chat.”

“A chat?” Was that a note of disappointment in her voice? Well, she didn’t know what sort of chat he had in mind. “Can I have my skirt and panties back then?”

“You can have the skirt, but not the panties.” He tucked those into his back pocket. “You won’t be needing them.” He didn’t even know why she’d bothered to put panties on. And if she thought she was going to keep the skirt, she had another think coming.

He held out a hand to help her up, keeping hold until he was certain she was steady. Then he watched her dress, taking in his fill. Both sets of cheeks were red by the time she’d managed to get her black skirt back on. She stared at him. “What now?”

“Now, you follow me.”

He turned and walked towards one of the dark alcoves. He didn’t glance back to see if Molly followed. Either she would or she wouldn’t.

Damn, though, he hoped she did.

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She’s ticking things off her bucket list. Number one, find a sexy man to tie her up and spank her…

Molly knows she’s not going to live a long life. Both her mother and grandmother died young. She’s determined to fit as much fun in as she can. Starting with quitting her job and moving to Haven where the men are sexy, protective, and dominant. It’s just her luck that the man she’s most drawn to is the very serious, very strict Sheriff of Haven.

He’d lost the love of his life once, it won’t happen again…

The only thing that kept Jake going after the death of his wife was his job. Enforcing the law, following the rules, having routines and guidelines, that’s his life. Then a red-headed dynamo moves into town and rocks his world upside down. She infuriates him, intrigues him, and she pushes his comfort zone. So he decides to push back…

Contains one protective Dom and the woman who will turn his life upside down.

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Laylah Roberts grew up in rural New Zealand. She worked her way through several libraries, devouring romance books. She finally worked up the courage to write her own story and she’s never looked back. She loves dominant, Alpha men who meet their match in her strong heroines. When she’s not writing, she’s busy running after her young daughter and trying to tame her never-ending pile of laundry.

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Hot Heir


Title: Hot Heir
Author: Pippa Grant
Genre: Sexy Romantic Comedy

 Release Date: August 31, 2018



If I had to pick a bride of convenience, my first choice would NOT be
Peach Maloney.
My fiftieth choice would NOT be Peach.
Top spot on my list of occupational hazards? Yes. 
Royal pain in the ass?  Yes.
A bride of convenience? No.
But I’ve unexpectedly gone from royal bodyguard to monarch, having
inherited a crown that was stolen from my family long before my birth. The
kicker of this unexpected royal gift? In order to take the throne I must find a
Have I mentioned Peach would NOT have been my hundredth choice?
But I’ve no other options, and she needs a favor that my new position
can fulfill quite nicely. So we’ve agreed to play the doting newlyweds out in
In private, though, our rules are simple:
No touching.
No talking.
And certainly no sex.
I should have known better than to marry a rule-breaking pain in the




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Pippa Grant is a stay-at-home mom and housewife who loves to
escape into sexy, funny stories way more than she likes perpetually cleaning
toothpaste out of sinks and off toilet handles. When she’s not reading,
writing, sleeping, or trying to prepare her adorable demon spawn to be
productive members of society, she’s fantasizing about chocolate chip cookies.
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Capture My Heart

Title: Capture My Heart

Author: Erin Cristofoli

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Cover Designer: Red Umbrella Graphic Designs

Editor: Schwartz Fiction Edits

Publication Date: July 17th, 2018




Avery Clarke was like any typical senior in high school – obsessed with her boyfriend and looking forward to partying at graduation. Except, sometimes life has other plans.

Fast forward seven years; Avery’s world consists of her waitress job at the local diner and more importantly her six year old son, Jacob.

One morning, a chance encounter with a hot construction worker named Reece, turns Avery’s world upside down.  Avery is set on maintaining the delicate balance of her world and there’s no room for romance.

PReece is determined to prove to her that she can have it all. But when Avery gets the scare of a lifetime, will it pull the couple closer or will she walk away?

Erin Cristofoli resides in Ontario, Canada, with her husband and two kids. She loves to write and is thrilled to have fulfilled a dream to publish a book of her very own. When She is not writing, she thrives on many creative ventures, including photography, painting and crocheting.

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Title: Breathless

Series: Merciless Saga #3

Author: Willow Winters
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: September 4, 2018
From USA Today bestselling author W Winters
comes an emotionally captivating and thrilling, romantic suspense.
Her lips tasted like Cabernet and her touch was like fire.

I was blinded by what she did to me. I so easily fell for something I thought
I’d never have.

I was weak for her and should’ve known better. I should’ve known she could
never love a man like me.

She brought out a side of me that I wish had stayed dead.

I won’t make the same mistake twice.

I don’t care how much she begs me.

I don’t care that I crave her more than anything else…


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Willow Winters is so happy to be a USA Today, Wall Street Journal and #1 Contemporary Bestselling Romance Author. She likes her action hot and her bad boys hotter. She certainly doesn’t hold back on either one in her writing!Willow started writing after having her little girl, Evie, December 2015. All during her pregnancy with Evie she continued to read and she only wanted to read romance. She was reading a book a day — sometimes two.

In January 2016 Willow was staying up late with Evie and just thinking of all these stories. They came to her constantly so she finally sat down and just started writing. She always wanted to do it so she figured, why not? Today Willow cannot be happier for making that decision!


Her Rough Mountain Outlaw


Title: Her Rough Mountain Outlaw
Series: Blackthorn Mountain Men #6
Author: Madison Faye
Genre: Standalone Contemporary Romance
Release Date: September 4, 2018


Dominant, wild, and alpha af.
This single mom just got tangled up with the hardest new outlaw on the mountain.
And he’s about to show her how a real man claims what’s his.
I was a beast. A devil on two wheels. A rebel outlaw with a gun on my hip and a bigger one between my legs. Seven bullets almost put me in the ground, and now, all I’m looking for is a fresh start up on Blackthorn Mountain.
But when I cross paths with the gorgeous, sassy single mom on the run, everything changes.
Beautiful, fierce, and temping as all hell. Soft, pouty lips that were made for me to claim, curves that make my engine roar, and legs that I can’t wait to get my filthy hands all over. I’ve got no business getting tangled up with Jackie McKinnon. But one touch of her soft skin, and one taste of her spitfire mouth, and I know she’s mine.
She’s got trouble hunting her down, though. Her abusive dirty cop of an ex thinks he can lay hands on her and her little girl Brooke again, but he has no idea how fucking wrong he is.
Because this is my mountain, Jackie and her little girl are mine to protect and keep safe, and I’ll bury anyone who tries to hurt them.
I found her, I claimed her, and I’m keeping her. Jackie needs a real man.
…And she’s about to get every damn inch of one.
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#1 bestselling contemporary romance author Madison Faye is
the dirty alter ego of the very wholesome, very normal suburban housewife
behind the stories. While she might be a wife, mom, and PTA organizer on the
outside, there’s nothing but hot, steamy, and raunchy fantasies brewing right
beneath the surface!

Tired of keeping them hidden inside or only having them come out in the
bedroom, they’re all here in the form of some wickedly hot stories.
Single-minded alpha hero, sinfully taboo relationships, and wildly over-the-top
scenarios. If you love it extra dirty, extra hot, and extra naughty, this is
the place for you! (Just don’t tell the other PTA members you saw her here…)

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Just Exes

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Title: Just Exes

Series: Blue Beech #3

Author: Charity Ferrell
Genre: New Adult Romance

 Release Date: August 30, 2018



Running into an ex you haven’t seen in nearly a decade is never a good
Running into your ex while he’s arresting you is humiliating. 
The handcuffs close around my fists at the same time he promises to
hate me until he takes his last breath.
I can’t blame him. He pleaded for me not to walk away.  He doesn’t know leaving him broke my heart as
much as it did his. 
It wasn’t for me. Rather, it was for someone else. 
I skipped town after Hurricane Lauren obliterated my heart. 
Coming home was a hard choice to make. Arresting her isn’t. 
She has no idea of the demons I carry with me now. No idea that I’m a
new man.
Two women ruined me. 
One I gave my heart to. 
The other punished me for it.


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Charity Ferrell resides in Indianapolis, Indiana. She grew
up riding her bicycle to her library and reading anything she could get her
hands on. Angst is her happy place, and she loves writing about flawed people
finding love. She loves the basics—books, shoes, and online shopping.
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Holding Hailey by Kat Mizera

Holding Hailey by Kat Mizera is AVAILABLE NOW!

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Going for gold cost world-class hockey athlete Hailey Dobson everything. She may have walked away with the medal, but everything else in her life is a disaster. She has no job, no place to live, limited savings and six long months until the check comes with the money for law school. The only bright spot is her long-distance relationship with a professional hockey star.

Kane “Hattrick” Hatcher got his nickname because scoring three goals in a single game was his thing. But when he gets traded to a new team in Alaska, he has three new obstacles to overcome: His game is off, the coach is riding his ass and the girl he’s crazy about lives on the other side of the continent.

When an unexpected opportunity brings them back together for the summer, they find that the consequences of their actions may leave them playing co-captains for life. Neither Kane nor Hailey are prepared for this game changer. With everything on the line, can two over-achievers overcome adversity off the ice?


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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.

Kat’s a typical PTA mom with a wonderful and supportive husband (Kevin) and two amazing boys (Nick and Max). When she’s not writing, she’s either 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. She hopes to retire there one day so she can spend her days writing books on the beach.

Kat has 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 series, the Las Vegas Sidewinders, Kat loves hockey. She is also a freelance hockey writer, covering her favorite team, the Florida Panthers, and any other teams that have an interesting story. 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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Sisters and Brothers

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Title: Sisters and Brothers

Author: Fiona Palmer

Publisher: Hachette Australia

Genre: Women’s Fiction

Release Date: August 28, 2018

A poignant novel of
heartbreak, adoption and a father’s love by beloved bestselling Australian author,
Fiona Palmer

Bill, 72, feels left
behind after the death of his adored wife. He relies heavily on his only
daughter, Sarah.

Sarah, career woman and perfectionist homemaker, struggles to keep up with the
Joneses. As her husband grows distant, she has no support network.

Emma, a down-to-earth nurse and busy mother of three, always dreamed of having
a sister . . . But nothing prepares her for the shock results of a routine
blood test.
Adam, a successful florist, was raised by his mother. As his dreams start to
fall into place, he can’t stop thinking about the father he never had.
Finally, Michelle is trying to build cake-making into a career. But
at 46, has she left her run too late to fall in love, have children and find
her birth parents?
These five very different people – all connected but separated by secrets from
the past – could be facing their futures together. After all, friends will come
and go but sisters and brothers are forever . . .


The new novel of
heartbreak, adoption, family and a father’s love by the Top Ten bestselling
author of Secrets Between Friends, Fiona Palmer.



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‘Come on, kids, move your backsides. I need to be at
work yesterday!’ screamed Emma Noble as she put her phone into the pocket on
her blue nurse’s uniform. The only reply she got was the echo of her voice.
Just when she was about to do her crazy banshee stalk through the house –
that’s what her oldest kid, Josh, called it – one child, her eldest daughter,
appeared in the kitchen.
Maddison, dressed in her white school shirt, a big red
R for Rockingham Senior High School written on her chest, moved slower than a
turtle. She walked past the scattered clothes by the dining table, which
doubled as the clean unfolded laundry pile, her feet shifting fluff and dog hair
across the vinyl floor. Emma could almost hear her vacuum cleaner groan as it
sat in the corner of the room, its contents well past emptying limit. Maddie’s
plain dark shorts looked as if she’d slept in them; no doubt they’d fallen off
the bed where Emma had left her clean, folded clothes. And Emma would bet her
left leg that Maddie hadn’t run a brush through her hair in days, though it
looked passable now scraped up into a loose bun on top of her head. Her
fifteen-year-old daughter was a sloth in every sense. She made a little effort
on school days but at home she lived in her socks and Nike sliders and whatever
clothes she picked up from the floor in her messy room. Emma had told her on
many occasions that there could be white-tailed spiders breeding among the
clothes on her floor, but it didn’t seem to faze the teenager.
Maddie slowly picked up two slices of toast and headed
towards the door without so much as a smile. It was quite possible that Maddie
was still half-asleep. The only proof she was actually alive, besides the fact
she was walking and breathing, was that her phone was in her hand, earphones
wedged in her ears and the tinny sound of music so loud Emma could hear it.
Maddie would need a hearing aid before her thirtieth birthday. The hand that
held her phone had the top loop of her school bag hooked between spare fingers,
and Emma wanted to tell her to stop dragging it across the floor, especially
because her red school jumper was about to fall out, but she knew better than
to waste her breath when Maddie wouldn’t hear her.
Right, that was two kids accounted for, because ten-year old
Max was already waiting in the car. It would be a sad day when he too joined
the moody teenagers that inhabited her house. Emma found an elastic band on the
table and quickly scooped her brown wavy hair up into a ponytail and then
pulled her lip balm from her pocket and coated her lips. They always got dry at
work because she never had time to drink. Being a nurse, there never seemed to
be any time for anything, let alone eating or toilet breaks and especially not
for proper hydration.
‘I’ll drive,’ said Josh as he swept in, grabbed the last
slice of toast and snatched the car keys off the table.
Emma looked up at her son. He was the giant in the family,
towering over her and his father John. He’d make a great basketballer if he
could be bothered, but life at the moment was all about girls and cars.
Emma searched under all the mail, school work, breakfast
leftovers, a shoe and one of Josh’s stinky T-shirts for her hospital
lanyard. Finally she found it in the fruit bowl – a receptacle that never
seemed to hold what it was made for – at the end of the breakfast bar.
Emma picked up Josh’s forgotten bag from the floor, hoping
to Christ that the dog hadn’t got to his lunch again, and headed to the door.
She bent to pick up some of Max’s artwork that had fallen off the fridge and
stuck it back on, holding it in place with a big magnet of an XF Ford Falcon.
The knife lay on the chopping board still covered with butter and Vegemite.
Emma threw it in the sink, already full of last night’s dishes, and cursed
because it was Maddie’s job to stack the dishwasher and it hadn’t been done.
It was hard having John away with his fly-in-fly-out job in
the mines up north. Two weeks home, two weeks away. It was a tough lifestyle to
live, especially when she worked full-time. The house during those two weeks
looked like a shit hole, to use John’s words when he’d come home from his last
Emma grabbed the large black faux-leather bag she got on
sale at Kmart for five dollars and flicked off lights on her way to the door.
‘Ah,’ she said as she spotted their Staffy curled up on the couch. ‘Snake, you
cheeky boy. Outside now.’ His brown eyes shot her evil glances he must have
learned from the kids but he reluctantly slid off the couch and headed for the
back door, his brown tail between his legs. Once he’d gone through Emma locked
the doggie door and ran back to the front.
‘Jesus Christ, why can’t I ever have a simple morning?’ When
she got to the white Prado, Josh was already in the driver’s seat with his
plates up. He smiled a cheesy grin and nodded to the passenger side.
‘No speeding,’ she demanded as she climbed in.
Josh was a good boy; lean and sinewy, and he was the man of
the house while John was away. He’d pick up the kids from school and then come
and fetch Emma from work, or if she had a late shift he’d get takeaway and feed
them all. Some days he hated it, but she tried to even it up by making sure he
had nights off to go out with his friends.
He raked his hand over his long dark fringe, and the little
black earring in his ear glinted as he turned to check his mirrors. On his
inner arm, just above where his school shirt stopped, was a tattoo he’d got a
few months ago on a family holiday to Bali. It was a small anchor and chain
with the word ‘Family’ along its length.
John had a whole arm sleeve, and Emma had the kids’ names on
her wrists, a heart with each one. And on her foot near her ankle she also
had the word ‘Family’ written between an electrocardiogram pattern. A mix
of her two great loves: work and family.
Josh dropped Max off first at the local primary school.
‘Bye, darling, have a good day,’ said Emma getting out to
hug and kiss him. Max had her dark chocolate eyes but John’s blond hair, which
made for a very cute combination. He flicked his head to the side to shift his
hair from his eyes. He’d been asked out by two girls this week.
‘See ya, Mum.’
The next stop was the local high school where the other two
kids piled out and Emma hugged them all before getting behind the wheel. She
couldn’t complain, really; they were hard work at times, but her kids still let
her hug them – even Josh – and they waved goodbye as they walked off down the
school path.
Before she could put the car in gear her phone rang. ‘Hey
Mum, I’m in the car, just dropped off the kids.’ ‘Darling, your dad’s in
Emergency,’ came her mum’s rushed voice through the car speakers. ‘Don’t panic,
he’s okay.’
Her mum Tammy sounded like she should take her own advice,
her voice high pitched and breathless.
‘What the heck happened?’ Emma pulled out into the traffic
and floored it in the direction of the hospital.
‘He was pruning that damn passionfruit vine, and the ladder
tipped and he fell. Landed on his collection of junk . . . Ugh, there was blood
everywhere. I couldn’t move him, so I called the ambo.’
Her mum made a gurgling sound of repulsion. She wasn’t so
good with blood, so growing up Emma had to tend to those situations from a
young age. Probably why she became a nurse.
‘But he’s okay?’ Emma’s pulse began to relax. ‘Are you okay,
‘He needs some stitches and a needle. And I’m fine, now.
Almost passed out. I think I’m getting better at dealing with it.’
Emma stifled a chuckle; she’d been trying for sixty-eight
years. ‘I’ll be there in five, Mum. See you soon.’
After parking at the hospital Emma went straight to her ward
to tell her boss that she needed ten minutes to check on her dad, and then
headed to Emergency. The hospital was where she felt comfortable, its chaos not
far off that in her own home. Sometimes the hospital was much quieter.
Especially when her three kids went down with gastro.
It wasn’t hard to find her dad: she just looked for her mum
pacing outside the powder-blue curtain. Her once-brown hair had greyed and was
now worn short. Her body was still fit and her beauty hadn’t faded over the
years. Her posture was poised, shoulders straight. Emma wished she had her
mum’s natural elegance. In that respect she was more like her dad with his
easygoing nature and the bird tattoos on his arms and hands that had fascinated
her growing up.
‘Oh good, you’re here. They should be nearly done stitching
him up,’ said Tammy.
‘It’s okay,’ said Emma, hugging her. Lavender engulfed her,
the familiar scent of her mum. Tammy was shaking slightly but towards the end
of the hug Emma could feel her mum relax a bit. Touching her hand, Emma stepped
behind the curtain.
Her dad, Steve, was propped up on the bed, looking up at the
ceiling, his face pale beneath his grey beard. Those blue inked tattoos of his,
faded over the years so the outside line seemed blurry, stood out on his hands.
His colour would come back soon.
‘There you go, Mr Noble, all set.’ The doctor leaning over
his leg did a final trim of the stitches and stood up straight with a satisfied
look on his face. ‘Ah, Emma, I wondered how long until you’d be here.’
‘Thanks. Nice job,’ she said to the doctor after having a
quick look at his work. He left as she hugged her dad, drinking in his
scent of wood chips and aftershave, and then reached for his chart on impulse.
‘How’re you feeling, Dad?’
‘Oh, I’m okay. Feeling stupid more than anything.’ His voice
was soft and a little uneven.
He wouldn’t admit it but Emma knew just how much it had
shaken him. She saw it in the eyes of the older folk in here, a feeling
that as they got older they didn’t bounce back like they used to, and the fear
that the hospital was one step closer to the grave. He reached out his hand and
she took it as her mum appeared.
Steve started speaking further about his fall, the nervous
edge lingering in his voice. Emma nodded as she scanned his chart, gently
squeezing his hand in support, until suddenly she cocked her head to the side
and then looked up at her mum. ‘Dad’s blood? Says he’s an O.’
Tammy just blinked.
Her dad cleared his throat. ‘Yes, I am.’ Colour was
starting to flood back into his cheeks. ‘But you’re O as well.’ Emma shot the
words at her mum.
Tammy shrugged her thin shoulders, her soft pink blouse
moving slightly.
‘You can’t be.’ Emma could tell they didn’t see what she was
getting at.
‘I am, last I checked,’ said Tammy. She frowned and moved
closer to hold Steve’s hand.
‘But I’m AB! You can’t get AB from two O parents.’ Emma
suddenly felt faint as her words registered. But she wasn’t the only one who
suddenly put two and two together. Her parents’ heads snapped as they looked at
each other, sharing something like fear that made her stomach churn. She
swallowed hard. Surely not! A shiver cascaded down her body, disbelief and
shock as she tried to put words to her thoughts.
‘Oh my god! Am I adopted?’ It was the only explanation,
unless the chart was wrong. But her parents were being weird. No one was
jumping up to contradict her.
‘Oh my god, I am.’ She dropped the chart to the bed and
staggered back, her hand pulling away from her dad’s. Was he even her dad? His
hand reached out for her, pleading, but no words came to his moving lips. Emma
stopped when her back pressed against the wall. She was cornered like a scared
animal and she couldn’t escape the fear and dread that was settling in her
bones. What had she stumbled upon? Her brain couldn’t think straight, bombarded
with so many options and possibilities, all of which made her feel sick. Her
stomach was tight, her breathing shallow as her hands fisted at her side.
It was Tammy who finally spoke. ‘No, honey, you’re not
adopted. You are my child, and Steve is your dad in every way that matters.’
Tammy’s last words echoed through Emma’s head, leaving a
feeling of time standing still. Suddenly her body demanded she breathe, and she
gasped in a breath. She looked at her parents. Her mum with her deep hazel eyes
and a long nose and round face that Emma had inherited, so everyone said, and
even she could see the resemblance. But her dad? She had dark hair like him,
but his eyes were a greeny brown; but facially there was nothing she could say
she had inherited, though they did have the same sense of humour.
‘What are you not saying, Mum?’ she croaked out. Her heart
raced as she waited for a reply that never came. Pushing again, she said, ‘Is
Dad not my dad?’ Her gaze darted between the two, looking for any indication
that she was right or wrong.
‘Did you have an affair? What . . . how?’ she stuttered,
growing frustrated at their silence.
Her parents had been married for years before she’d been
born, so it wasn’t like her mum was pregnant with another man’s child before
they wed. Emma dropped her head into her hand for a moment while the thoughts
churned, then quickly lifted it as she realised the two people opposite her had
all the answers. She focused the Don’t mess with me look that her kids saw
Tammy looked at Steve, tears now noticeable on her lower
lashes. Steve reached for both her hands and squeezed them. Emma wanted to
scream at them. Answer me!
‘It’s okay, Tammy. She needs to know the truth.’ Steve
turned to Emma and spoke so softly she frowned as she tried to listen. ‘I’m
sorry, honey. We’d been trying for years to have a child, then I got tested and
found the problem was with me.’ He paused for a moment while Tammy rubbed his
shoulder. ‘We didn’t have a lot of money and we thought of adopting but it was
too hard and we weren’t getting any younger. Then we came up with the idea of a
‘A donor?’ Emma frowned. Where the heck was this story
‘We found a nice guy, and your mum became pregnant
straightaway, and the rest is history. We had what we wanted most in the world
– you.’ He smiled at her as if she were the baby Jesus in the flesh.
Emma was surprised to feel the wet heat of a tear slide down
her cheek, followed by another one. ‘So, you’re not my biological father? Is
that what you’re saying?’
Tammy was crying too and pulled out a tissue from her bag to
mop her face.
Steve sighed heavily. ‘No, honey, I’m not. But that doesn’t mean
anything to me. You’re my daughter in every sense of the word. I’m sorry you
had to find out like this. It will never affect how I feel about you. Just
understand how much your mum and I wanted a family.’ His voice cracked, and
Tammy passed him a tissue.
Emma felt her heart about to burst. She hated to see him
upset. The man who had carried her when she was tired, patched up her wounds
while her mum tried not to look, read her stories every night and walked with
her down the aisle. And yet she couldn’t shake the anger burning inside her,
anger at the secret they’d kept from her, anger that she’d had to find out like
this. It hurt so badly, like nothing she’d experienced before. Worse than the
time she’d lost Max for an hour at the beach. It was like her life was being
sucked out of her, vanishing before her eyes as everything she thought she knew
was thrown upside down. Who was Emma Noble? Who was she really?
She saw his pain but couldn’t voice her thoughts. You will
always be my dad, she wanted to say but the words stuck in her throat. The
shock made it impossible for her to comfort him; not yet, it hurt too much.
Emma wanted to storm out of the hospital, she wanted them to feel as bad
as she did, but she couldn’t move. Stuck to the wall like glue. There was
more she needed to know.
One question was burning a hole in her chest. ‘So, who is my
biological father?’
Tammy sucked in a deep breath, swayed a little and fixed her
eyes on Emma.
Her words were said with no hint of regret. ‘His name was
Bill. He was the piano tuner.’


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Before becoming an author, Fiona Palmer was a speedway
driver for seven years and now spends her days writing both women’s and young
adult fiction, working as a farmhand and caring for her two children in the
tiny rural community of Pingaring, 350km from Perth. The books Fiona’s
passionate readers know and love contain engaging storylines, emotions and
hearty characters. She has written nine bestselling novels and her most recent
book, Secrets Between Friends, was a Top Ten national bestseller.


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Ruffles & Beaus

Title: Ruffles & Beaus
Author: Carina Adams
Genre: NA Romance/Love Triangle
Published: August 23, 2018

“One of my top reads for 2018.”Lauren, Goodreads reviewer

“I loved the storyline. I was caught hook line and sinker unable to escape. When the triangle formed I was enthralled, mesmerized and fascinated with the different personalities clashing over the same thing.” – Claire, Goodreads reviewer


“This book is more of a slow burn, romance… I think it has a good lesson about finding your inner strength and courage…” – AlwaysBooking

“This book had me completely hooked from beginning to end. I don’t think I even blinked while reading it, that’s how good it was.” – Brittany’s Book Blog

Every girl who dances on a pole has a story to tell, one that led her to the stage.

My last year of college was set to be the best yet. Only a few months stood between me and the life of my dreams. Until my manager was arrested for embezzlement, our department was wiped out, and everything fell apart.

I needed a job. I was willing to do anything to pay for school, hoping to simply survive. Desperate, I joined Soirée, the private party company that offered something no other did.
I wasn’t prepared for Roman, the boss who thought I was helpless and hated me as much as I detested him. Or, his best friend Reid, who assumed I was tougher than I was and pursued me in a way no one else ever had.
I never used a pole, yet I took my clothes off as men cheered. My past didn’t lead me there, though.
My story began with the secrets I told as I fell in love with two very different men.
And continued with the lies I weaved to keep us all from breaking.


I stood there, a helpless bystander, as he gave her the same grin he’d always used on the adults to get himself out of trouble when we were kids. The one that said he was sweet and innocent and could be trusted. Lying asshole. Cady responded with a slow, lazy smile of her own, one filled with promises I couldn’t even comprehend.
Not happening. My fingers locked around her upper arm and I hauled her to her feet before I knew what I was doing. “I’ve got it,” I snarled in his direction before I half dragged her up the stairs and down the hall to my room.
With every step we took she sputtered like an angry wet cat and tried to shake me off. My grip only tightened. As soon as we were in my room, with the lights on and the heavy door locked safely behind us, I let her push me away.
“What in the hell are you doing?”
“You said you were exhausted.” I lifted my chin toward the bed in the middle of the room as I dropped my suit jacket on the floor and pulled off my tie. “Get some rest.”
“There’s no couch. Where are you going to sleep?”
I had my shirt unbuttoned and on the pile before I answered. “You’re a smart girl. You figure it out.”
As I reached for the button on my pants, she nodded once. “Okay. So, I’ll be in Andy’s room.”
I lunged for her as she was twisting the handle, squishing her body between the door and me, my hands on top of hers, halting her. I hadn’t been prepared for how she’d feel. She wasn’t built like my other dancers, shorter and curvier, but I hadn’t stopped to think about how soft that would make her body. It was oddly comforting, and I wanted to sink into it and let her surround me.
Fighting whatever craziness my mind had started to manifest, I put my mouth to her ear, needing her to hear me. “If you leave this room, I will spank your ass. I’m too fucking wasted to take on every man here, but don’t think I’m too far gone to haul you back to this room, tie you to the bed, and punish you.”
Glimpses of that scenario ran through my mind, making me instantly hard. I had no idea where the thought had come from. I’d never tied any woman to my bed, or any where else, and I sure as shit had never spanked anyone in more than a playful manner. It should have disgusted me.
We must have gotten a bad bottle of booze. It hadn’t been stored right or something. Maybe one of Alistair’s loser friends laced it.
Instead of throwing her head back into my face and breaking my nose, or reacting the way any sensible woman would, Cady’s breath caught and she shivered underneath me. Not from fear or cold, but because my words had gotten to her.
She moved her head back slightly, fitting it into the spot between my neck and shoulder. Neither of us said a word. Her scent, one I didn’t recognize, invaded my nostrils. I fought the urge to turn her around and kiss her, to beg her to let me fuck her against the door for the entire house to hear.
Her breathing grew more ragged by the second and I knew that she was feeling it, this undeniable attraction. She spun, her back to the door, perfect fat tits shoving into my chest, and I couldn’t think anymore. My fist wound itself into her hair, holding her in place, as I leaned down in slow motion, almost daring her to push me away, and captured her lips with mine.
She tasted like strawberries and whiskey, her mouth warm and captivating as she gave me exactly what I wanted. It wasn’t enough. I bit her bottom lip lightly, tugging it open, so my tongue could find hers.
Fingernails traced down my bare chest, exploring. When they ran over my abs, Cady groaned as if it was the most delightful thing she’d ever touched. The sound made my dick jump. I worked hard for the body I had, pushed myself to stay in shape, so I could accomplish all the things I wanted. It was a bonus to know she appreciated the effort.
Jealousy, that she got to touch me while I was acting like a saint and keeping my hands in PG zones, hit me. I broke the kiss and stepped back, ready to strip her out of the ugly baggy clothes she’d put on and worship her body. She wasn’t fooling me. I’d seen enough during practices and the performance to know exactly what she was hiding.
In spectacular fuckface timing, Andrew chose that moment to pound on the door. “Yo, asshole. You forgot your phone. Reid’s blowing it up.”
Cady ducked and spun away from the wood, backing toward the bed, eyes wide as they darted around the room. Before I could offer an explanation, or beg her to give me five minutes to get rid of the pest problem outside our door and get back to business, the brat smirked at me. Then she began to laugh.
“Well,” she dragged her teeth over her lip making me groan inwardly, “that was a surprise. No more alcohol for us.”
Andy knocked again.
“You get that. I’m going to go to bed. To sleep.” She clarified. “And then you’re going to come to bed. For sleep. So we can get up in a few hours and pretend this never happened.”
“That’s how we’re playing this?”
“Partners don’t have sex, remember? It’s against the rules.”
Fuck the goddamned stupid rules. I hated them. I was going to rewrite the employee manual first thing on Monday.
Cady chuckled, as if she could hear my thoughts. “No, you’re not. They’re good rules. You don’t want to sleep with me. You’re just drunk.”
“I said that out loud?”
She giggled again and I couldn’t stop my own answering smile. “You did.” She moved forward, pushing me out of the way slightly, and opened the door. “Give it to me,” she held out her hand.
“Come next door and I will,” Andy’s husky voice replied as he handed her my iPhone. “I’ll give it to you so dirty you’ll be begging me for more.”
Without a reply, she backed up quickly and slammed the door in his face.  He obviously didn’t like his head attached to his body because I was going to remove it if he didn’t cut the shit.
“Here,” she didn’t wait for me to take it, but shoved the phone into my chest instead. “Call Reid. Tell him you’re too drunk to drive, that I’m not any better, and that we’re staying here. It’s been an,” her gaze settled on my stomach and her teeth scraped across her lips, “interesting first day at my new job and I’m exhausted.”
With a quick tug, her sweatshirt was over her head and on the floor, taunting me, before she face-planted herself onto the bed. “Good night.” It was no more than a mumble. The brat was out cold in seconds.
I didn’t dial Reid’s number. Or anyone else. He hadn’t been the only one who had called repeatedly. I especially didn’t want to deal with the force that was Livie tonight. Not when I was drunk and I had a hot as fuck woman in my bed.
No. Cady wasn’t hot. Cady was Ruffles, my employee. The bitter, snarky, clueless one. I wasn’t attracted to her.
She definitely wasn’t Brooke. I wanted my fiancé back. And only my fiancé.
Which is why it was perfectly safe for me to climb up onto the bed next to Cady. Friends could sleep in the same bed. The small width of the full size mattress wasn’t something I was used to, which was the only reason I threw an arm around her and hauled her back into my chest. She was soft and warm, which was why I dropped kisses onto her neck, inhaling her body spray, telling myself I loved the scent and needed to find out what it was.
It was all fine. Completely innocent. Nothing more.


An avid reader who loves epic and unconventional romance, Carina has an unhealthy obsession with Jason Statham, loves the sounds of Johnny Cash and Willie Nelson, is the crazy friend your mom warned you about, and believes one day she will go through the stones to meet Jamie Fraser. 
Carina has been writing and creating characters for as long as she can remember, allowing her to fall in love with the next man of her dreams with every new story.None of which are anything like boring Prince Charming.

Thankfully, fate stepped in and granted her the ultimate wish – a life full of men. Carina lives in a picturesque New England town with her husband, the man who ruined the thought of all others, and two amazing sons who always keep her on her toes.




Hard Trigger


Title: Hard Trigger
Author: S.L. Hannah
Publisher: AOH Publishing
Genre: Romantic Suspense
 Release Date: August 28, 2018


“Your mother’s opiates are coming from Jose
Herrera’s distribution network.” My pulse races as my stepfather speaks these
words. Because taking on the Herreras also means taking on Diego.
Reckless, and hardened by a volatile past,
Victoria does not see a future with Diego Herrera as a realistic option. As their childhood
friendship ignites, they find themselves on opposite sides of a bloody feud
between the two most powerful families in Mexico City. And she’s a Moreno
now—brought up to be the secret weapon nobody suspected.
But Victoria can’t deny the attraction.
Diego’s commanding muscles, the coarse, dark hair of his solid chest, that
rugged scar above his sensuous lips…
Loyalty is in the eye of the beholder.
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My body is spent.
I want to feel him release inside of me. I want to collapse on top of him. I
want to keep fucking like two animals trying to survive a wilderness that is
both beautiful and vicious. Our chests heave in a unison that signals it’s not
over, and he starts pumping into me…
Except I’m
not just an animal. I turn my head towards the end table, lean over, and grab
his cell phone.
“Call them
off.” I shove the phone into his palms. “All of them. Tell them I’m not here.
That they made a mistake.”
pumping into me, he stares at me with widened eyes. “Don’t be fucking crazy.
Let me walk you out of here and make everyone believe you’ve disappeared. At
least for a little while.”
hitting that spot. That warm and sensitive spot that makes me second-guess every
decision and every goal I’ve ever made or had. That makes me want to curl up
and be swept away and taken care of, even though I’ve never wanted that to be
any part of my long-term plan—because I’ve seen everything my mother has gained
and lost by being…taken care of.
searches my face for a place to reason. “What I’m offering…they’re going to
catch up to you eventually. And before you catch up to my uncle again. He’s the
second-in-line to a multinational business. You killed one of his men last night.
You almost killed him. You think no
one noticed? This would give us…a chance,” he pleads.
Although he
doesn’t say it, it’s the same proposal he made on our trip, except without the
I freeze.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t tempted. I’ve always been tempted. He’ll never
know how many times I ran my finger around the circumference of that diamond
band on the nightstand before I drove off, deciding on a different destiny. I
knew the moment I stepped in the old Peugeot that Diego’s ring would forever be
imprinted on my finger.
“I can’t.”
My response
makes him choke on whatever he was about to say and roar in frustration. He’s
not the type of man to accept defeat.
His fingers
fumble on the phone screen. Awkwardly he holds it against his ear, spitting in
Spanish as he does what I’ve asked him to do.
He throws
the phone and then locks his forearms around my neck, pulling me closer to him.
His cock is still stiff, and it throbs inside of me, reminding me of why we’re
even in this position.
his lips find mine, biting, absorbing, demanding. And I reciprocate. I have
never been unwilling. Our tongues tangle as our bodies rock in unison again.
Author Bio
S.L. Hannah was born in Poland, grew up in Canada, and moved
to Southern California to pursue her love of single-engine airplanes. Her
latest, Hard Trigger, is a rogue romance that will be published on August 28th,
2018. Visit her online at to learn about her other books, to
get updates about her new release, and to connect through social media. S.L.
Hannah lives in Los Angeles, CA with her husband and garden of succulents. When
she’s not writing fiction, she continues to solve the aviation problems of the
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