Cover & Excerpt Reveal: Blood Sky by S. Massery

Release Date: September 9, 2019

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Synopsis

Kill those who betray you. Never trust someone with nothing to lose. Family is business. Delia I watched my enemies murder my father. On the run, I plot to return home and lead my mafia family as my father did. But some would kill for my inheritance, and unearthing those people from the shadows would be impossible without Jackson. He rescued me, and has saved me over and over again–and could be the key to my survival. The problem is, his morals keep getting in the way. Jackson It takes a lot to scrub bad deeds from a man’s soul, but God, I’ve been trying. All my efforts evaporate when I meet Delia. That woman has trouble written all over her, and she sucks me into the mud faster than I can throw a punch. Love has a way of blurring the lines, and Delia is igniting all of my old urges. I’m trying to be good, I really am. The problem is, I kind of like being bad.

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I slip into the apartment. The living room is dark, a single lamp on in the corner of the room. Treading lightly, I move down the dark hallway, open Jackson’s door, and slide inside. I carefully lock it behind me. He stands by the window, immobile.

“You made it back,” I whisper.

He doesn’t turn around.

“Please forgive me.” For keeping my life a secret. For wishing you wouldn’t question it.

“Delia,” he says to the glass.

“I’m sorry.”

He doesn’t respond. Ice forms in my heart.

“Why do you want to go back to that?” he mutters. “Why can’t you come home with me? Be with me.” He spins now and meets my eyes. They’re wild.

I shake my head before I even realize I’m doing so. Go back? Turn on my family?

“Leave them like they’ve left you,” he says. “Be with me.”

“Jackson,” I whimper. He comes forward and takes my shoulders, walking me back until my spine hits the wall. I tilt my head up. “What do you want me to do?”

It’s much the same as he asked me—but somehow, I feel he would have an answer. He’d make one up, one to fit dreams of his that include both of us.

He’s in my dreams, too. I’ve never allowed myself to envision it fully, but the realness of it sweeps over me. He’d protect me. He’d protect our family.

“I have to go home,” I say. My hands glide up his arms, cup the back of his neck. I pull him to me and kiss him like I could love him. I bite his lip and he bites back, nipping my skin until I moan into his mouth.

“Stay,” he says against my lips, “stay.”

I kiss him harder. He lifts me by my ass until our faces are level. I put my legs around him and cross my ankles. This feels more like home than Vegas ever did. He feels more real. More transparent.

Home is filled with deceit. Lies.

“Stay,” he murmurs again, biting and sucking on my neck. I roll my head to the side, letting him mark me.

“I can’t,” I groan. “Come with me.”

He leans back and watches my face while his hand slips down my pants. My lips part as he runs his finger down the most sensitive part of me. He pushes a finger inside of me, and I suck in a sharp breath.

“Jackson,” I say, rolling my hips in small circles. The need for him is instant, stronger than I can control. My hands go to his belt, the button of his jeans. I free his erection and practically drool at the sight of it.

I palm it and watch his eyes widen. One finger inside of me becomes two, stretching me slightly, and I let my head fall back against the door. He drops my legs and lowers me back to my feet, then shoves my jeans down my hips. I kick them off and go for his shirt. He pushes my hands away and turns me around, pushing my torso down.

“Hold on,” he growls from behind me. I grab onto the dresser.

I scream when he slams into me, filling me so completely that it’s pain on top of bliss. He thrusts a brutal pace, hitting a spot deep inside of me that makes me cry out again and again. One of his hands slips in front of me and touches my clit, rubbing rough circles.

“Jesus,” I pant.

“Not quite,” he says, smacking the side of my ass.

I jump, surprised at the bolt of electricity that goes right to my core.

“Dirty,” he mutters. His rhythm picks up, as does his finger. My orgasm shatters through me at the same time his does. My forehead presses against the wood. He’s angry, but I like it. I want all of him, all of this. I’m not ready to admit that I want him forever. That I might be falling in love with someone I’ve only known for a few days.

I close my eyes and hold onto the wooden dresser, even as he pulls out of me and presses a kiss against my spine.

I don’t want to miss him, but this feels final. I straighten and look at him over my shoulder, only to find that he hasn’t moved. He’s close enough that I see the flecks of brown in his blue eyes in the dim light. I can smell the sweat on his skin.

I turn fully around and he lifts my shirt off of me. I pull his off and drop it to the floor. Silently, he lifts me and carries me into the bathroom, setting me on the counter and spreading my legs wide. My head falls back against the mirror.

He washes me clean, cleans himself, and takes me to bed. His body fits like a glove behind me, his lips pressing for a moment against my shoulder blade.

“Be with me,” he whispers, broken.

I don’t answer.

We don’t sleep for a long time.

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Cover & Excerpt Reveal: Another by Fiona Cole

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Release Date: September 12, 2019

 

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The first time I saw him, he entranced me and offered to help me forget my broken engagement. The second time was on a blind date with no last names and undeniable passion. The third time, I was eight months pregnant with his baby he knew nothing about. This time he’s not letting me walk away so easily.  

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Fiona Cole is a military wife and a stay at home mom with a degree in Biology and Chemistry. As much as she loved science she decided to postpone her career to stay at home with her two little girls and immersed herself in the world of books until finally deciding to write her own. Where You Can Find Me is Fiona’s debut novel and will hopefully be the first of many.

 

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Cover & Excerpt Reveal: Aces High by M. Never

Release Date: September 25, 2019

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I have two weeks left to live. Two weeks to come up with one hundred thousand dollars. Two weeks to convince the woman I love she loves me too. When The Bowman passed away — my dead father’s best friend and bookie — the payoff arrangement he made with my loan shark died with him. Now, I have two weeks to cough up the money or else. The only silver lining? The Bowman’s death brought Liv, his daughter, back into my life. Ten years ago, all she wanted was my love. What she got was a broken heart instead. But time apart and grief do strange things to people, bringing them together in unexpected ways. Like drunk and horny and naked in your bed. Now I’m in a race against time, fighting for the woman I want back, all while trying to figure out exactly how to stay alive. Life, I tell ya. It can sure deal one hell of a mutherfkn’ hand.

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I watch Liv take another shot, licking her wrist before sprinkling it with salt. Almost the whole bottle of tequila is gone.

“Where have you been the last ten years?” I finally ask. We haven’t been doing much talking. Just drinking and snorting.

“Everywhere,” she relays with glassy eyes. “I went to the East Coast right after high school. To be with my mom.”

“Right, I remember. She moved out there right before your senior year.”

“Yeah. That’s why I was living with my dad.”

“And he made you take a chaperone to the prom,” I reminisce

“According to him, you weren’t a chaperone. You were a date.”

“You didn’t want either.” I lean back on the couch and grin. I’ll never forget the look on her face when I showed up at her door decked out in a tux.

“No, I didn’t.” She reaches for the saltshaker again. My girl can drink.

“It ended up being fun though, right?”

“Yeah, for a little while.” Liv kind of gives me the brush off. She pounds another shot, and I love watching her suck on the lime. I could watch her take tequila shots all damn night. “Then I went to school at this college right outside the city.”

“Did you like New York?”

“Yeah, it was fun, but it wasn’t home.”

“Why not? Your mom was there.” I steal the tequila bottle for myself and take a swig. I don’t really need all the other stuff.

“True, but my dad wasn’t. And I don’t know. The East Coast isn’t as sunny.” She laughs. “Everyone is so much more alive here. If that makes sense?”

“Not really, but I’ve never been out east.”

“New Yorkers can just be dark. It’s the only way I can explain it.”

“Maybe the tequila is inhibiting your ability to think?”

“It definitely is. Thankfully. I just want to forget. I want to forget the last three days. I want to forget that he’s gone.” Liv drops her head and sniffles, the red tips of her hair covering the expression she doesn’t want me to see.

I scoot closer. “Hey. It’s okay to feel sad,” I try to console her.

“I’m more than just sad. I’m in shock.” She wipes her wet eyes, and a black smear of eyeliner trails across her face. “We were just talking. We were just making plans to have dinner. I was telling him all about my big ideas for the gallery.”

“Gallery?” I push her hair out of the way so I can see her face.

“Um-hmm. I opened a studio not too far from here for artists to do showings of their work. I just landed this huge photographer. I was so excited.” She breaks down, sobbing. “He was supposed to be there.” The tears fall, and I scramble for tissues. Luckily, there’s a box right on one of the nightstands.

“Here.” I wipe her face, cleaning off the makeup streaking down her cheeks.

“Thank you.” She takes the tissues from me and continues to blot. “I’m sorry. I’m trying not to get emotional, but it just hurts so much to talk about him. There are a billion fucking people in the world, and sometimes it felt like he was the only person I had. I loved him so much.”

“I know you did.” I tuck some hair behind her ear. “And . . . maybe we stop talking about him.” I slide a little closer to her so our arms and legs are touching. She’s only wearing a thin-strapped tank top, so the skin-on-skin connection is hot and electric. Even a bit forbidden. “Maybe we stop talking altogether.” That suggestion is downright dangerous, but I just can’t help myself.

I hate seeing her this upset, and I love being this close.

“Was that your plan this whole time? Get me fucked up and then take advantage of me?”

I stare into her eyes. The green pronounced against the brown ringing around her pupil.

“Usually, I would say yes. But not this time.” If nothing else, I’m honest. “This time my intentions were innocent.”

“For the first time in your life,” Liv states.

“Yes, probably,” I agree.

She touches my lips softly, as if inspecting them. We’re both in the same state — drunk, high, and just wanting the whole world to disappear. What’s the harm in indulging in each other, after we’ve already indulged in everything else?

“I want it to all go away,” she pleads.

“I can help with that.” I lean in, and Liv closes her eyes.

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M. Never resides in New York City. When she’s not researching ways to tie up her characters in compromising positions, you can usually find her at the gym kicking the crap out of a punching bag, or eating at some trendy new restaurant. She has a dependence on sushi, a fetish for boots, and is stalked by a clingy pit bull named Apache. She is surrounded by family and friends she wouldn’t trade for the world and is a little in love with her readers. The more the merrier. So make sure to say hi!

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Cover and Excerpt Reveal: Love’s Hot by Karen Deen

 

Release Date: August 11, 2019

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KANE

She wants to be my buddy.

You know, the naked type—no strings attached, no awkwardness.

Friends who are lovers but with no relationship hassles.

To a man who has nothing to offer a woman except pleasure, it’s an offer too good to refuse.

Days of laughter and nights full of hot searing passion.

It can’t last. I need it to end, my life depends on our demise.

But I miss her clothes on my bedroom floor.

As she looks up at me from her knees, my heart … the distraction … I just can’t. She’s here in front of me, so how do I keep her safe?

LILLY

Holy hotness! It’s a crime to be that good-looking, surely. It’s not just looks, I’m certain.

His skills in the bedroom keep me awake dreaming of more.

I don’t want to be attached, but I’m not ready to let him go. I come up with the perfect plan.

Friends with benefits, an arrangement with rules.

F… buddies—his name and his rules. A name he takes seriously and lives up to.

I’ve never known life to be this good but just as I fall under his spell, he’s gone.

The rules say I should too. But I won’t because his love is worth fighting for.

I’m about to make him see that too.

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“Never picked you for a dancer, Kane,” she yells at me as we stop in the middle of the dance floor, turning her to face me. Not much room between us but enough that we aren’t touching. I can still feel her. The energy radiating off her is intense. Her hips start to sway to the music, her hands raising above her head. I try moving to my own beat but it’s nearly impossible with her in front of me. The perfect vision, the lady in red. Trying to block out her magnetic pull, the universe plays into my hands to help me out. Being bumped from behind, she falls forward a little on those tall, fuck-me heels of hers. Her hands land on my chest to try to stop herself from falling and has me grabbing her hips tight. There is no way I’m missing this opportunity to touch her; I keep her hips swaying in time, not missing a beat. Her hands on my chest start to relax a little as she slowly looks up at me. No words are being spoken, just the looks that we are sharing is enough to know what is going on between us. With her body pressed tightly against mine, Lilly will be able to feel me, and what she and her little red dress are doing to me. Normally I would step away a little, but I want her to know exactly what she is doing to me. That way there is no second-guessing.

Lowering down my hands so they settle on her ass I whisper in her ear. “So, you think I’m hot, or was that just something in the fit of rage?” Keeping dancing, I feel her start to rub against my cock and I know it’s on purpose as the cheeky grin appears on her face.

“I don’t play games, Kane. I think you are pretty sexy, and from what I’m feeling, I think I’m doing it for you too.” I’m learning quickly that Lilly is like a siren. She uses her body to call to you and you would have to be dead not to answer the call.

“For someone who doesn’t play games, the dress and shoes you are wearing are giving every guy in this club the impression you are out for a night of playing, that’s for sure. So, let’s get it straight. I’m staking a claim right now and letting you know you are right. I think you are so fucking hot and there’s no games being played here either. There is one thing you need to know besides I don’t play games, and that’s I don’t do relationships. Nice and simple. Fucking for fun is how I put it. If you are up for a bit of fun, then I’m your man. If not, then my sad cock will be going home for a cold shower. No pressure.” Dipping her down to take her off guard, I pull her back up against me but notice some very perky hard nipples now pointing at me. A flush in her cheeks and her eyes are on fire.

“Did I not tell you Fun is my middle name?” Her arms wrap around the back of my neck and she leans into my ear. “And fucking is the only game I like playing. No attachment, nothing awkward afterwards. Do you think you can manage to be part of my circle and still walk away after fucking me senseless?” By now we are almost getting it on, here on the dance floor the way our hips are moving. My hands are rubbing up her butt cheeks to hips and back again. What they wouldn’t give to pull up that little short number she’s wearing and give me free access to what it’s hiding.

“Believe me, Red, when I fuck you hard, and I will, you will be the one begging me not to walk away. Can you cope with that?” Rolling her eyes at me with a little laugh has me heating up even more.

“Wow, you really do have a big ego, don’t you? Maybe I will have to see if you are just compensating for something else. Let’s just say the night is young and I am no sure thing. Let’s see your moves and see if you can graduate from a little piggy to the big bad wolf?” She pushes hard off my body with her hands, turning and walking away making sure her hips are swaying still to the music.

Leaving me standing in the middle of the dance floor with one hell of a hard-on that’s cursing at the sudden loss of the company he was keeping. Down boy, I think we are in for a bit of a tough night before we get what we are after.

That’s if Lilly is true to her word and this is not just a flirty game to pay me back for earlier.

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Karen Deen has been a lover of romance novels and happily-ever-after stories for as long as she can remember. Reaching a point in her life ready to explore her own dreams, Karen decided now was the time to finally write some of her own stories. For years, all of her characters have been forming story lines in her head, just waiting for the right time to bust free.

Sitting up in the early hours of the morning with her cups of tea, chocolate and music she gets lost in a world of sexy, alpha men who are challenged by some funny, sassy and strong-willed women. Bringing you unexpected laughs, suspense and a little bit of naughty.

Karen is married to her loving husband and high school sweetheart. Together, they live the crazy life of parents to three children. She is balancing her life between a career as an accountant by day and writer of romance novels by night. Living in a beautiful coastal town two hours south of Sydney, Australia, Karen loves to enjoy time with her family and friends in her beautiful surroundings. Of course, when she is not shut in her writing cave bringing you more words to devour.

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From Heal My Heart: Book Three in the Kemmons Brothers Baseball Series by Elley Arden

 

M.J. watched as people passed the open door to her exam room. Some looked in and smiled, but she couldn’t manage to muster the strength to smile back. In fact, she was just about to get up and close the door when a handsome man in a white coat passed. They made eye contact for a brief second before he disappeared in the same direction the nurse had.

But then he was back.

“You,” he said, smiling.

It was a wonderful smile, bright and white, balling his cheeks and squinting his eyes, defining his chin with a sexy v-shaped crease.

“Me?” M. J. questioned.

He stepped into the room, wearing the same smile along with a pale blue dress shirt and crisply pressed gray pants visible from the split in his white coat. “You don’t remember me, do you?”

“No.” One word was a better bet than letting her incredulity slip out amid a full sentence. If she’d met a man like that before, she’d certainly never forget him.

“You’re Miss Rooney, aren’t you? I examined you on the field after you fell.”

M. J.’s jaw dropped. “Oh,” she managed, despite the embarrassment heating her face. If she didn’t remember him, God only knew what she’d done or said during their exchange. She wasn’t exactly mealy-mouthed.

“How are you feeling?” He tilted his head and rolled his gaze over her, a hint of that smile lingering in his beautiful hazel eyes.

Physically? “Better.” Mentally? Like a fool, because she was trying to place him, but nothing that happened after she toppled over the railing and before Felicia arrived at the hospital made sense. And now she was gawking at this crazy-attractive man.

“How’d you end up at Fellows’ clinic?”

“Dr. Ridge.” She matched the tilt of his head with her head. “He’s my team physician.”

Dr. Sexy’s eyes widened. “Which team?”

“Clash,” she said without hesitation, maybe even a little too fiercely. She’d just been laughed at too many times to count.

When he chuckled, she wanted to slap him, but he looked so damn good doing it.

“Now it makes sense,” he said. “You told me you belonged on the field when I asked how you got there, and then you asked if you’d been sacked.”

He wasn’t laughing at the fact she played football? Interesting.

“Knock, knock.” Dr. Ridge stood in the doorway. “Go find your own patients,” he directed at Dr. Sexy. “Better yet, go get some pizza before I finish it off.”

Dr. Sexy smiled again as he nodded, exuding a nonchalance that had M. J.’s muscles bunching, bracing against the attraction.

“Miss Rooney,” he said. “It was nice to see you again.”

It was, wasn’t it? Even if she didn’t remember seeing him the first time.

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MJ Rooney is used to stereotypes, after all as a professional female football player she has heard it all, especially the disapproval from her parents.  After an unfortunate incident at a baseball game of all things, she ends up under the care of Dr. Tag Howard.  Tag is interested in MJ but he is also battling with scars from his childhood that keep encroaching into his life.   If Tag can’t move forward, he may just lose the best thing that has ever happened to him.

I am always thrilled to read a sports romance and this one has a bit of everything you come to love with reading, romance, drama, and sizzling chemistry with the lead characters.  I liked MJ she is unconventional and a hoot, it has Tag a bit out of his element but you find he begins to become the man he is meant to be with MJ.  Great read.

 

 

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