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New Release: Blessed Betrayal, by Livia Grant

 

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Title: Blessed Betrayal
Author: Livia Grant
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 5, 2018

 

Blurb
She wanted happily
ever after.

He thought he had it.Underneath the perfect exterior of Calista Bennett’s marriage lay an ugly truth
that threatens to drown her when she is betrayed.

Across town, Nickolas Mikos isn’t doing much better after his life is plunged
into his new reality by his wife’s lies.

Life can change in the blink of an eye. Can Cali and Nick comfort each other’s
raw pain enough to allow for a second chance at happiness, or will their fears
and anger prevent them from uncovering the blessing in the betrayal?

 

 

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Excerpt
I’m sorry, Cali. I know it isn’t what you wanted to hear,
but the test was negative.”
Her hopeful apprehension morphed to dread. “Are you sure?
Should we do another?”
Dr. Galloway smiled indulgently. “That won’t be necessary.
The tests are very reliable. I’m sure you took one at home as well, didn’t
you?”
“Yes.” Her dejected reply was barely a whisper.
“Then you already know taking it again would just be a
waste.” The OBGYN doctor wheeled his rolling stool closer to the exam table to
pat Cali’s knee in a fatherly way. “I know you and your husband are anxious to
get your family started, but you’re only twenty-four. You have plenty of time.
We have a lot of options we haven’t tried yet.”
Cali struggled to hold back her tears. How could she tell
her kind doctor how important it was for her to get pregnant?
“I think it’s time for us to do testing on your husband.
Since we haven’t found any smoking gun on your side of the equation, it’s time
to take a look at Mr. Bennett’s sperm count and mobility. That will help me
decide our next steps.”
“I don’t know about that, Dr. Galloway. Kevin is so busy
with his job. He joined his father’s law firm last year and is working crazy
hours. I doubt he can come in for an appointment.” Cali didn’t know how to tell
the good doctor her husband had made it very clear giving him an heir was her
responsibility, and the only help he planned contributing to the process was a ‘daily
hard fuck.’
 The array of bruises scattered across her body were proof
he was living up to his hard promise.
Calista trembled as she realized her temporary veil of
protection had fallen with the negative test result. Kevin was gentler with her
during the weeks of the month she might be in the process of forming a fragile
new life. For the last year, each month the results were negative, he not only
deemed it his responsibility to punish her for failing him yet again, but he
then proceeded to make up for lost time. The next two weeks of her life were
going to be hell.
No. She couldn’t tell the kind doctor that.
“What would he have to do?”
“Us men have it pretty easy, to be honest,” the doctor
grinned wolfishly. “You poor women get poked and prodded with all kinds of
needles and drugs. Your husband just needs to come in and give us a deposit of
his sperm. He’ll have a private room and will be able to bring along reading or
viewing material he might need to help. All in all, the men have it pretty good
in this deal.”
How right he was. “Okay, I’ll talk to him about it.”
“Sounds good. Keep your chin up. We’ve done a lot of tests,
and I see no reason why you can’t get pregnant. It’s gonna happen when the time
is right and not a minute before.”
“Thanks again, doctor.” She forced a smile to hide her
growing sense of dread. “I’ll see you next time.”
As Calista redressed, she said a small prayer that Kevin
would be in a good mood when he got home today. He’d been out of town on
business the last two days. Since passing the bar exam, he’d been working
eighty hours a week or more, and in truth, he was gone so much, it made her
life less stressful most of the time. Unfortunately, he still checked in at
home often enough to dump his dirty laundry and contribute his duty to operation
give me an heir.
Sitting at a stop light on the drive home, Cali once again
questioned why she stayed with her husband. He’d changed so much since they got
married almost two years before. He had always been dominant… demanding. The
problem was he’d begun to take the definition of dominant to a whole new level.
Cali used to think of herself as a submissive. Lately, she felt more like a
well-worn doormat.
Author Bio
USA Today
bestselling author Livia Grant lives in Chicago with her husband and furry
rescue dog named Max. She is fortunate to have been able to travel extensively
and as much as she loves to visit places around the globe, the Midwest and its
changing seasons will always be home. Livia’s readers appreciate her riveting
stories filled with deep, character driven plots, often spiced with elements of
BDSM.
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Teaser: Going Down On One Knee, by Christina Hovland

Today we have the gorgeous teaser reveal for GOING DOWN ON ONE KNEE by Christina Hovland! Check it out and pre-order your copy today!

 

Title: GOING DOWN ON ONE KNEE

Author: Christina Hovland

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Day: Oct 15th

 

About Going Down On One Knee:

“An utterly charming opposites-attract-story. Hovland perfectly balances simmering sexual tension with a surprising amount of emotion, and the stomach-flip-causing ending is the perfect example of why I read and love romance.” – New York Times Bestselling Author, Lauren Layne

 

Number-crunching Velma Johnson’s perfectly planned life is right on course.

 

That’s a lie. Sure, she’s got the lucrative job. She’s got the posh apartment. But her sister nabbed Velma’s Mr. Right. There has to be a man out there for Velma. Hopefully, one who’s hunky, wears pressed suits, and has a diversified financial portfolio. He’ll be exactly like, well… her sister’s new fiancé.

 

Badass biker Brek Montgomery blazes a trail across the country, managing Dimefront, one of the biggest rock bands of his generation. With the band on hiatus, Brek rolls into Denver to pay a quick visit to his family and friends. But when Brek’s sister suddenly gets put on bed rest, she convinces Brek to take over her wedding planning business for the duration of her pregnancy.

 

Staying in Denver and dealing with bridezillas was not what Brek had in mind when he passed through town, but there is one particular maid-of-honor who might make his stay worthwhile.

 

Velma finds herself strangely attracted to the man planning her sister’s wedding.

 

Problem is, he ticks none of the boxes on her well-crafted list. Brek is rough around the edges, he cusses, and doesn’t even have a 401(k). But trying something crazy might get her out of the rut of her dating life–so long as she lays down boundaries up front and sticks to her plan…

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Exclusive Excerpt:

Three words. Three. Little. Words. Nothing important.

Okay, so the three words were important. Massive, really.

“Congratulations, you two,” Velma Johnson rehearsed aloud to the vase of a dozen yellow roses gripped in her arms. With a reaffirming gulp of Denver’s crisp spring air, she hustled through the open-air parking garage to the security door of her apartment building.

Her sister, Claire, had big news. To be exact, Claire and her boyfriend, Dean, had big news. Velma had a feeling she knew exactly what their news would be—they were moving in together. The next step in their relationship. Tension in Velma’s neck strung tight at the thought.

A successful career and a posh apartment she could eventually rent out as an investment were steps one and two of Velma’s elaborate five-year plan. She had ticked both those boxes. Dean, three kids, and moving to a two-story house just outside of Denver had been steps three through seven.

Not anymore. Now, her sister was moving in with the man Velma had crushed on for years. The one Velma measured all others against. The one she sang Prince and Madonna songs with at the office.

Yes, they were moving in together. That’s why Claire had called yesterday and asked to take her to dinner. Velma had insisted they meet at her place instead. Her invitation had nothing to do with the fact she liked having Dean visit her apartment—even if he was with her sister. She’d offered because it made sense they’d want a private location for their big reveal. And when the announcement came that they’d be embracing that next relationship milestone…well, being on her home turf sounded pretty darn appealing.

Just as she reached the security door, the sound of a motorcycle that clearly had no muffler cut through her thoughts. She turned. The bike pulled up next to her car—into the parking spot meant for her guests. A super-muscled, badass-mother-trucker of a biker swung his leg over the side of the motorcycle and stood.

Her heart stopped with a thunk.

Vin-Diesel-biker-dude pulled off his helmet and—sweet mother of Mary, had the temperature jumped by ten degrees? She got the picture: he rode a motorcycle, hit the gym twice a day. The type she avoided because she did not do badass. She preferred the suspenders-and-slacks kind of man. Except, at that moment, she debated how important that preference really was to her.

Focus, Velma. Head held high, she approached him. “Excuse me? Sir? You can’t park there.”

He frowned at the number marking the spot.

Normally she wouldn’t mind sharing the space, but with Claire, Dean, and his friend Brek coming to dinner, she needed both of her parking spaces.

This man was obviously not Dean’s friend. Dean’s friends were all buttoned-up, suit-wearing, Wednesday-afternoon golfers. She was nearly certain.

The black leather jacket and jeans ripped at this guy’s knees looked horribly out of place next to her Prius. His longish, rock-’n’-roll blond hair was nicer than hers (although his could use a trim). She didn’t even mind the dragon tattoo creeping around the side of his neck or the layer of mud coating his motorcycle boots. Everything about the man screamed masculine.

Velma shifted the heavy vase in her grip. Fudge. Which of her neighbors was letting their guests use her spot this time?

“No, see, that’s the spot for my apartment.” Oh, how she wanted to rub at the headache pulsing at her forehead. She didn’t have time for this. Not today. “I’m sorry, it’s just that my sister and her boyfriend and his friend are coming for dinner because my sister has big news. And while I have no idea what that news is, it’s important to her. So that makes it important to me. Which is why I put on a pork roast, bought roses, and got out my crystal wine goblets. That’s what you do when your sister has big news, you know? Never mind she’s practically living my five-year plan without even trying, and I’m over here without even a boyfriend. That was not part of my plan. At this point, I should be at least six months into dating my future husband.”

Oh God. She was rambling. And he was staring at her with a half grin that made her skin flush. Seriously, the way the man smiled should be outlawed.

She ducked her head. “Anyway, I have company coming and I kind of need my spot.”

“Five-year plan?” he asked. As though that was the important part of what she’d just spit out.

This is how one makes an absolute idiot of oneself. “You know what? It’s fine. You can stay right there. Don’t worry about it.” She shifted the flowers again and turned on her heel.

See? People said she was inflexible, but here she was, absolutely rolling with it. She smiled at her flexibility.

“One sec,” Motorcycle Dude called. “This is the number they gave me.”

She paused midstride and turned around.

He ticked his head to the side. “Velvet?”

Oh dear. She could easily be swayed by the gravelly way he said her name. Well, the nickname her family called her—despite her repeated cease-and-desist requests.

“Um, yes?” She gripped the glass vase harder with her clammy hands.

“Brek.” He looked at her like she should know him and pointed to his chest. “Dean’s friend.”

Velma stared.

Oh.

 

About the Author:

Christina Hovland lives her own version of a fairy tale—an artisan chocolatier by day and romance writer by night. Born in Colorado, Christina received a degree in journalism from Colorado State University. Before opening her chocolate company, Christina’s career spanned from the television newsroom to managing an award-winning public relations firm. She’s a recovering overachiever and perfectionist with a love of cupcakes and dinner she doesn’t have to cook herself. A 2017 Golden Heart® finalist, she lives in Colorado with her first-boyfriend-turned-husband, four children, and the sweetest dog around.

 

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New Release: The Single Dad Arrangement, by Penny Wylder

 

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The Single Dad Arrangement by Penny Wylder

Release Date: October 4th

 

 

 

 

 

 

NOW AVAILABLE! Grab it TODAY!!

FREE in Kindle Unlimited!!

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When I first met Tilly, she looked like a princess. Literally– we’re talking pink lace and a pound of glitter. I’d hired her for my daughter’s birthday party.

But behind Tilly’s cute exterior is a dirty woman who wants to be corrupted.

I’m eager to help.

There’s just one problem.

She’s working for my ex-wife, and that harpy is out to ruin me. But she promises to leave me alone… if I break up with Tilly. Walking away from this girl should be a no-brainer, right?

Well, it isn’t. I can’t keep my hands off of her.

I’m done trying to cooperate with my ex.

Even if it means risking everything…

I’m keeping my princess.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

About the Author

A USA Today Bestselling author and #1 Amazon bestselling author, Penny Wylder writes what you’d expect– wild romances. Happily Ever Afters are always better when they’re a little dirty, so if you’re looking for a page turner that will make you feel naughty in all the right places, jump right in and leave your panties at the door!

 

 

 

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Cover Reveal: The Jerk Duet, by Max Monroe

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The Jerk Duet, an all-new fun and sexy duet from New York Times bestselling author Max Monroe is coming October 18th, and we have the all new covers!

The Day I Stopped Falling for Jerks

Release Date: October 18th

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Synopsis

Everyone calls me Lucky, but when it comes to love, I’m anything but.

I have a long history of dating the wrong men.

You know the ones I’m talking about.

The beautiful, charming guys who are quite literally too good to be true.

The ones who are impulsive in love and prefer short flings over long-term relationships.

I’m talking about the jerks.

The guys who taste so good, but are so very bad.

After going through the most ridiculous breakup in the history of breakups, I thought I’d learned my lesson. I officially put myself into jerk rehab and committed to changing my ways.

But, let’s be real here, love is never that easy.

Especially when an arrogant, charming, he-devil of a sexy alpha man gets involved.

Aussie accent.

Tanned skin.

Muscular, surfer bod.

Gorgeous brown eyes.

And the kind of sexy smile that brings women to their knees.

Oh, did I mention that he’s also my best friend’s brother?

Yeah. This story, my story, it’s a real doozy you guys.

The day I stopped falling for jerks, I met Oliver Arsen—the biggest jerk of all.

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The Day the Jerk Started Falling

Release Date: October 25th

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Synopsis

My name is Oliver Arsen, but my mates call me Ollie.

I live hard and love harder, and it’s love that usually gets me in the most trouble.

According to the greater population, I’m the ultimate jerk.

My affection tends to be short-lived—a quality I’ve been assured multiple times by the fairer sex isn’t becoming—and the leaving part of loving and leaving has always come natural.

At least, it used to.

Until her.

Luciana Wright.

She’s an American bombshell and my sister’s best friend—a woman so wrong for

me, it’s written in the waves.

And she’s the reason we’re all here.

The reason I have to go back to explain how it all went wrong.

To the day the jerk started falling.

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The Day I Stopped Falling for Jerks

Publishing Date:  October 18th

Model: Florian T

Photographer: Wander Aguiar

About Max Monroe

A secret duo of romance authors team up under the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling pseudonym Max Monroe to bring you sexy, laugh-out-loud reads.

Max Monroe is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author of more than ten contemporary romance titles. Favorite writing partners and long time friends, Max and Monroe strive to live and write all the fun, sexy swoon so often missing from their Facebook newsfeed. Sarcastic by nature, their two writing souls feel like they’ve found their other half. This is their most favorite adventure thus far. ​

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Cover Reveal: Tequila, Tequila, by Emma Hart

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Tequila + you best friend + your bedroom =  um, whoopsie?

Tequila Tequila, an all-new hilarious standalone romantic comedy from New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Emma Hart is coming November 13th and we have the brand new cover.

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Synopsis

Don’t sleep with your best friend.

Take it from me. I did it. And it was awful.

I-wish-the-tequila-made-me-forget kind of bad.

The problem is, Luke has forgotten. He swears that he can’t remember a thing about that night beyond the trays of tequila shots being set on the tables.

Except I can’t forget. I can’t forget how good his hands felt until I fell over and hit my hip on the dresser, and I sure as hell can’t forget the entire two minutes of tap-tap-squirt.

Awkward. Embarrassing. And the new subject of a couple of dirty lucid dreams.

But I have no intention of telling him what we did. Nothing good comes from telling your best friend he’s the worst guy you’ve ever slept with.

Which makes the tequila on my birthday a very, very bad idea…

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About Emma Hart

Emma Hart is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of over thirty novels and has been translated into several different languages.

She is a mother, wife, lover of wine, Pink Goddess, and valiant rescuer of wild baby hedgehogs.

Emma prides herself on her realistic, snarky smut, with comebacks that would make a PMS-ing teenage girl proud.

Yes, really. She’s that sarcastic.

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Sunny Shelly’s Review: Faux Pas, by Natasha Madison

 

 

 

Meghan
Five days in Paris sounded like a great idea for three friends. Especially when amazing wine was in play.

It didn’t matter that our rented “apartment” only had one bed, and barely enough space to breathe, we were in Paris and our motto was c’est la vie.

Nothing would faze us, not even the rude waiter at the first restaurant we went to, or the insanely hot manger who was insulted when a bottle of wine was returned.

Nothing could bring me down or knock me off my path to the best vacation of my life.

Alex

I had six days in Paris and then I’d go back to my wine vineyard. It was smooth sailing, until three “americans” came into the restaurant and returned my newest full bodied, savory creation.

I ignored her until she stormed out of the restaurant looking for a taxi at one in the morning. I couldn’t leave her wandering around the streets of Paris, could I?

I’d give her a ride, make sure she was safe, and my duty would be done. Except, was it?

Something about her pulled me.

This could be a vacation fling. After all, there is no real reason for her to know my interesting secret.

I’m France’s most eligible bachelor.

This faux pair is almost a faux pas…

 

Sunny Shelly’s Review: 4 Stars

 

A trip to Paris turns into the trip of a lifetime for American Meghan. When she sends back a bottle of wine in an upscale restaurant, she meets Alex, one of Europe’s most eligible bachelors.

The banter between the characters was excellent, and the vacation fling set-up was highly entertaining and a real escape. Alex is hiding something pretty big from Meghan, and he figures that she’ll never find out if they only share a week-long fling. But the best-laid plans often go awry, and when what happens in Paris doesn’t stay in Paris, will Alex’s faux pas be a dealbreaker?

Cute, sexy story with great characters! I received an advanced copy and voluntarily left a review.

 

EXCERPT

He makes his way through the tables, straight to ours. “quel est le problème?” What is the problem, his voice comes out gruff, the smell of his musk hitting my nose.

 

“Le vin n’est pas bon,” The wine isn’t good, I start saying, and I look at his eyes that look almost black. I’m not sure if it’s his natural color, or if the restaurant is dimmer now than before, or maybe it’s just his form blocking the lights. “il a un goût de vinaigre.” It tastes like vinegar, and I’m not sure it was the right thing to say or not. He stares at me, not saying a word. “Taste it.” I give up on my French and switch to English. “You’ll see.”

 

I’m waiting for him to say something back, but he doesn’t. Instead, he turns around and walks away from the table, going into the back. “What the fuck just happened?” Diana says in a whisper. We all turn to see where he went, checking to see if he is going to storm back in.

 

“She insulted his wine,” Kate says, leaning in and speaking softly.

 

I throw my hands in the air. “It was shit,” I say louder than I wanted to. “You guys said it yourself.” Looking around, I see that a couple of the tables are looking at us, but the majority of the tables are deep in their own conversations and not paying attention.

 

We don’t say anything else when we see the waiter come back with a new bottle in one hand and a new wine glass in the other. He uncorks the wine, then pours a touch in and waits for me to taste it. I don’t say anything to him; I just nod my head, and he puts the bottle in the middle of the table. “I guess I will pour the wine,” Kate says, picking up the bottle and pouring it in everyone’s glass. I pick up the glass of wine and bring it to my lips. The cold glass is resting on my lips when I feel someone staring at me. I look down and take a sip, then look around, and I guess it’s just me because no one is looking in my direction.

 

By the time we finish dinner, we’ve drunk two more bottles. and everyone is laughing and having a great time. The food was amazing. “We need a taxi,” I say. Getting up, I grab my jacket, shrugging it on.

 

“I think we can walk to the corner that way,” Diana says, pointing at the sky, “and flag one down.”

 

“If we go that way,” Kate says, pointing at the sky, “we need to call NASA.” We all laugh out loud while the waiter comes to take the bill from us.

 

“Merci.” We smile at him as he walks away, still not saying a word.

 

“Yes, thank you for my glass of ice cubes that you only brought me one of even though I asked for seven,” Kate says, laughing while trying to whisper. “And thank you for pouring our wine.”

 

“Okay, let’s go,” I say, walking to the front door.

 

“I’m going to ask him for a taxi,” Kate says, going to the waiter who stands at the hostess counter and asking him for a cab.

 

I watch from the front door as Diana stands behind her while I look in my bag and pull out my lip gloss.

 

“Pardon.” I hear Kate say loudly, and I look up.

 

“Vous pensez qu’après tout ce que vous avez fait ce soir vous méritez que je vous appelle un taxi ?” I stand here with my mouth open in shock when he answered her. Do you think after everything you did to me tonight that you deserve that I call you a taxi?

 

Kate starts. “What did I do? Expect you to do your job?” she says, and Diana grabs her arm, pulling her to the front door.

 

“Did he just say …?” I ask her when we are standing outside in front of the restaurant, the wind blowing my hair in front of my face. I turn my head, making it fly back the other way.

 

“So it’s safe to say,” Diana starts with a laugh, “we aren’t coming back to this restaurant.”

 

“Take a picture of it, and tomorrow we can go on Yelp and leave a bad review,” Kate says, grabbing her phone from her pocket.

 

“Let’s just go,” I say, and the three of us look around at the desolate street.

 

“What time is it?” I ask and take out my phone. “Shit, it’s one a.m.”

 

“Yeah,” Diana says. We look right down the dark street and see some traffic coming from up ahead. “We should walk to that street and flag down a taxi.”

 

We all nod and start walking with Kate in the middle. “He was such an ass,” Kate says, “and the boss or manager was an even bigger ass.”
“Seriously,” I say, turning to them. “It’s like it was my fault his wine was shit,” I say, and then we all stop when a white four-door Audi stops next to us, surprising us.

 

“Get in.” The voice sounds familiar, but the street is so dark it doesn’t help. I lean in a bit to see his face, and I’m shocked when I see it’s the manager from the restaurant.

 

 

 

 

When her nose isn’t buried in a book, or her fingers flying across a keyboard writing, she’s in the kitchen creating gourmet meals. You can find her, in four inch heels no less, in the car chauffeuring kids, or possibly with her husband scheduling his business trips. It’s a good thing her characters do what she says, because even her Labrador doesn’t listen to her…
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Sunny Shelly’s Review: Discreet, by Nicole French

 

Title: Discreet
Series: The Discreet Duet #1

Author: Nicole French

Publisher: Raglan Publishing

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: October 4, 2018

 

Blurb

 

Fitz Baker was the world’s biggest sex symbol. Until he
disappeared.
Fed up with the trappings of fame, he traded his world of
Hollywood for a quiet life on Newman Lake. He was perfectly happy living as an
island. Until he met her.  
Returning home with nothing but a failed music career, all
Maggie Sharp wants is to rebuild her life. A life that doesn’t involve the
surly, arrogant stranger now living across the lake.
Still, there’s something about Will…Something familiar.
Something Maggie can’t quite put her finger on…
She only wanted the spotlight.
He gave up his life to escape it.
The real question is if they can remain discreet.

 

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Sunny Shelly’s Review: 4 Stars

Ah! So much I want to say about this book! I fell in love with these characters and the circumstances that brings them together. I can’t wait for the second part of this duet to see how the story continues!

Maggie and Will are complete opposites, but somehow fit together perfectly! But will these two tortured souls give into their demons, or fight them together and come out stronger on the other side?

I received an advanced copy and voluntarily left a review.

Excerpt

“I don’t like feeling like this,” Will said. 
I sucked a breath through my teeth. “Feeling like what?”
“Like this.” He took a step toward me, and I fought
not to step backward. Will had a quiet authority about him, and in the shadows
of the moon, his shoulders seemed to broaden, his legs seemed to lengthen. He
seemed larger than life. 
When he had me backed up against the porch railing, he
raised a hand, floating his fingers around my jaw, over my cheeks, but never
actually touching me. I arched toward his hand. I couldn’t help it. But he
hovered, never making contact. 
“You make me feel…” Will started. “Out of control.” 
I couldn’t move. “Oh?”
“Like I actually have to care about what someone else
thinks. Like I’m not alone anymore.” He paused. His eyes opened wide, following
the path of his fingers as they took hold of a strand of hair in my ponytail
and twirled. “And for the first time in a very long time, I feel like I don’t
want to be.” 
He tugged lightly on the strand, and I felt the slight pinch
like an arrow through my body, shooting down my arms and legs, and coming to
throb in that place no man had been for so, so long. I bit my lip. Will’s eyes
dilated. 
“Tell the truth, Lil. What do you want?”
You. The word echoed distantly, like a bell tolling
from miles away. I didn’t understand it. I was broken. A mess. What should I
want with this man? We had a connection, sure, but overall, he was nothing but
trouble. He was grouchy. A loner. Clearly had serious social and emotional
control issues.
And yet. There was no denying that something was here. Since
we met, it certainly felt at times as if the universe itself was tilting on its
axis, trying to knock me into him. Breakdown after breakdown. Meeting after
meeting. And now… 
I tipped my chin up so I could look directly at him, drawn
like one of the moths circling the porch light. Winging through the dark, ready
to dive into his golden inferno. 
“I don’t want Lucas,” I said quietly, drifting my gaze up
and down his naked torso. A sheen of sweat glimmered in the moonlight, which
also made the shadows of his muscles—the square pectorals, the solid rack of
abs, the lickable V that dipped beneath his shorts—that much more
evident. 
Will followed my gaze, and his hand dropped. He stepped
between my legs, and his unique scents engulfed me. Working all afternoon only
made them that much stronger—the scent of pine trees, lake water, and man swallowed
me with a heady rush that made me shake slightly. And it was then, only then, that
he finally touched me. My waist was encircled by his wide palms, so broad that
his fingers nearly touched on either side. It was relatively innocent, but the
intent was clear. Just like last night, he held me still; I couldn’t move
unless he wanted me to. For that moment, I was his.
When I looked back up, his eyes were fixed on my lips.
Unconsciously, I licked the lower one. His pupils dilated even more.
“Lil,” he whispered as he leaned a little closer.
“What are you waiting for?” I murmured. Now I was the one
staring at his mouth—so soft and full under his newly trimmed beard. 
I panted. Will swore. 
“Fuck it,” he growled. “I don’t fucking know.”  
Sometimes you don’t know you wanted something until you have
it. Sometimes you don’t know you need something until it’s there. 
His mouth found mine in a fury, one that surprised me for
about a half second before. The hands at my waist gripped so tightly, I almost
couldn’t breathe, and I felt like I was strangled—not for lack of oxygen, but
for lack of him. Will’s lips made me feel like I was breathing for the
first time; like I’d been under water my entire life, and he was the air I’d
never known I needed.

 

 

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Releasing October 25, 2018
Author Bio
Nicole French is an East Coast/West Coast hybrid creature,
Springsteen fanatic, hopeless romantic, and total bookworm. When not writing
fiction or teaching writing classes, she is hanging out with her family,
playing soccer with the rest of the thirty-plus crowd in Seattle, or going on
dates with her husband. In her spare time, she likes to go running with her
dog, Greta, or practice the piano, but never seems to do either one of these
things as much as she should.

 

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Sunny Shelly’s Review: Miss, by Harloe Rae

 

 

 

 

MISS (A #BitterSweetHeat Standalone) by Harloe Rae

Release Date: September 28th

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Delilah Sage was my comfort within all the pain.

Offering open arms when I needed an escape.

The only one trusted to be there for me.

But our dreams were doomed from the start.

And I left her clinging to false hope.

Regret has plagued me for years.

The memories of Delilah refuse to fade.

Each second of every day, I want to claim her as mine.

But I won’t ruin her life.

And she’s better off without me.

When a job lands me in town, I plan to keep my distance.

My scars are mine alone.

Dredging up the past will only cause deeper damage.

But Delilah has always been my weakness.

And resisting her isn’t an option.

After all, there’s far too much for us to miss.

 

 

 

 

 

Sunny Shelly’s Review: 4 Stars

Miss is not exactly a hearts and flowers second chance romance. It’s a bit gritty and intense, with a perfectly wounded hero who feels like he can’t quite measure up to the woman who claimed his heart years ago.

The road to reconciliation for Zeke and Delilah is not an easy one. He has some major baggage, and it’s pretty dark. But Harlow Rae handles the domestic violence and Zeke’s abuse wonderfully. My heart broke for him, but he turns his life around and comes out stronger than he thought he’s ever be. With Delilah by his side.

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“Why are you being like this?” I ask softly.

His voice is even more flat when he says, “Not sure what you mean. This is me.”

“You’re acting so detached and strange. This isn’t like you.”

“Well, you don’t know me anymore.”

That response brings fury and betrayal roaring to the surface again. “And whose fault is that, Zeke?” I grab a nearby mug with the intention of throwing it at his head. He’s giving me worse mood swings than Aunt Flo.

“We both know the answer. Let’s not play guessing games.”

“You’re ridiculous. I don’t understand you at all,” I say.

“A lot happens in five years. You’re not the only one who’s changed.” He gestures around the store.

“What is that supposed to mean? Are you upset about my career choice?”

“Nah, that isn’t it.”

“What then? Let’s stop dancing around. You came here for a reason,” I point out.

A flush races up his neck, painting the stubbled skin an angry red. “All of this is proof you never needed me. Not like I fucking depend on you.”

 

 

 

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Harloe Rae is a Minnesota gal with a serious addiction to romance. She’s always chasing an epic happily ever after.

When she’s not buried in the writing cave, Harloe can be found hanging with her hubby and son. If the weather permits, she loves being lakeside or out in the country with her horses.

Harloe is the author of Redefining Us, Forget You Not, Watch Me Follow, and GENT. These titles are available on Amazon. Her upcoming romance, MISS, releases September 28th.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Landing a writing gig in Hollywood was just as difficult as becoming an actor, and something Claire Becker had learned the hard way.

Sure, she didn’t have to conform to ridiculous beauty standards and give up her love for raw cookie dough, but the sting of rejection burned all the same. The only things that kept her sane were her two amazing roommates and her guilty pleasure—writing fan-fiction.

Getting lost in her own world, she’d forget that she had yet to land her dream job, and instead spent time with her dream man—Nick Larsson. Well, at least in the literary sense. Too bad he wasn’t aware or an active participant—her fictional love life, outstanding.

Tall, good-looking and sexy beyond comprehension, Nick Larsson not only had a famous last name—and four equally smoldering brothers—but was talented beyond belief. A star on the rise with a critically acclaimed series, his body and face were what fantasy scripts—and dreams—were made of. Made for some pretty steamy writing opportunities too.

And yes, it was probably “wrong” for Claire to objectify him, but it wasn’t like anyone knew about it. Just her, and her two amazing, supportive roommates.

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In a moment of unexplained insanity, one of them —or both, each as bad as the other—sent her latest installments to the man himself.

Cue panic of epic proportions.

All Claire needed to do was sneak into his apartment and retrieve the misappropriated story before Nick, or anyone else, read it and mistook her for a creepy stalker. Although, breaking and entering probably wouldn’t convince anyone to the contrary either.

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Long Road Home by Stacey Lynn

Publication Date: November 5th, 2018
Genre: Contemporary Romance
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I left home ten years ago, promising myself I’d never return to the place where I had never been accepted. I was despised and ridiculed for circumstances completely beyond my control.

But when my grandmother passes away, I’m forced to return to Kansas. I will have to face everyone who hated me. But they’re not who I’m most afraid of.

My biggest fear? Facing him.
Jordan Marx.
The boy I once loved more than life itself. The boy who defended me from them. The boy I’d disappeared on, leaving him nothing more than a horrible nasty lie and hastily scribbled note.

 When Jordan finds out the secret I have carried for so long, I’m in for the battle of my life.

Or so I thought.

I might have wandered for years on a path riddled with thorns but with Jordan by my side, taking the long road home means more than reuniting with the only man I’ve ever loved. It might just mean finding myself, and the family I never thought I could ever have along the way.

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Stacey Lynn currently lives in Minnesota with her husband and four children. When she’s not conquering mountains of laundry and fighting a war against dust bunnies and cracker crumbs, you can find her playing with her children, curled up on the couch with a good book, or on the boat with her family enjoying Minnesota’s beautiful, yet too short, summer.

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