Cover and Excerpt Reveal: Blu's Ridge by Savannah Maris

Release Date: March 4, 2020

Cover Design: Lori Jackson Design

Synopsis

Fool me once, shame on you.
Fool me twice, shame on me.


Blu Thompson unexpectedly lost his wife twelve years ago. Since then, his focus has been raising his son. Women? Not on his radar.

Lori Hopkins tragically lost her husband two years ago. Since then, her life has been her job and raising her daughter. Men? Doesn’t have time for them.

Until the worst winter storm western North Carolina has seen in fifteen years lands Lori in Blu’s arms.

For the first time since losing their spouses, attraction blooms on the bunny slope of a ski resort. Will they find out it’s something more when they’re stranded in a snow-covered cabin? And will it be enough to silence the ghosts that haunt them?

Mother Nature brought them together, but will she give them the peace they both seek?

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I stir the fire and throw on another log, then make my way toward the back closet. We keep straightened metal coat hangers in there for this reason. I wash one and pick up the bag I left on the counter. I smile and shake it. “Dessert.”

Her eyes light up when she looks at me. “I haven’t roasted marshmallows in years.”

I pull the pillow out of the chair when I sit on the floor in front of the fire and open the bag. I pat the pillow, and Lori joins me on the floor. “Our own private bonfire.”

“I like that idea.”

I push a marshmallow on the hanger and hold it in the fireplace. A moment later it catches on fire, and I blow out the flame. “You get the first one.” She blows on it and pulls it off the hanger. It’s gooey and drips down her chin where I catch the remnants and lick my fingers. “Mmm, that’s good.”

My eyes flair and my arms sag as I watch her suck the marshmallow off her fingers. For someone who put sex out of my mind years ago, everything she does is like a slow seduction. She smiles as she tries to lick the sticky mess. I don’t even think she realizes just how sexy she looks right now.

She giggles. “Oh my, that was fun.” She leans forward and turns her face back and forth. “Do I have any more on my face?”

I shake my head. “I took care of that.”

“Your turn. I can’t wait to see you get the sticky out of your beard.”

I run my hand along my jaw. “This isn’t a beard. It’s just a few days growth.”

“You keep telling yourself that when you’re picking the melted marshmallow out of it.”

I push a marshmallow onto the hanger and put it in the fire. Once again, I get it to the perfect state of burnt then pull it out. Blowing the chard parts, I watch her. Her eyes focus on my lips, and dammit, I want to kiss her again. I pop it into my mouth and wish I would have cooled it more. There’s a long string between the hanger and the mallow. When it breaks, it falls into the whiskers on my chin. Her eyes dance with humor as another giggle leaves her.

“Are you laughing at me?”

She slowly shakes her head, but I can see her laughing behind her hand. “No, I wouldn’t laugh at you.”

Yes, she would, and she is…but it’s nice to see this side of her. She’s been so serious since I met her. I’m relieved she’s able to laugh. Hell, even I’m laughing, and this is a side of myself I haven’t seen too much of in recent years either. I lean toward her and stick out my chin. “Help me get it off.”

She rolls her lips inward and picks at the cooled marshmallow. “I don’t want to pull it.”

“It’s okay. What you can’t get, I’ll wash off.”

Her brows furrow as she concentrates on her task at hand. I enjoy being able to watch her without any distractions. She’s gentle and caring. “Maybe I can get a warm washcloth,” she quietly says as she tries to push herself off the floor.

I hold her hand. “I can get that when we’re done here. Do you want another one?”
“I’d love another one, but maybe we need to save them.”

“One more won’t kill us.” I glance at her. “If we’re down to eating marshmallows to survive, we’ll be desperate. Plus, Smokey and Ryder will come back before it gets to that point.”

“Okay, then one more.”

I put the hanger back in the fire to roast her another. When I pull it out, excitement fills her eyes. She really enjoys this. I make a note to do this later when Gabby and Ryder can join us.

Somehow the gooey marshmallow ends up strung between several of her fingers, and she’s trying to eat it before it’s literally everywhere. I take her hand and slip her pinky into my mouth, sucking the confection off. Her reaction is everything I could ask for and more. She whimpers, and her legs squeeze together as our gazes lock on each other, conveying what we both want but aren’t sure we should.

She quickly licks her finger, causing a visual of her licking me to pop into my head. On shaky legs, she pushes to stand. “I need to wash my hands.”

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I’m Savannah Maris, a southern girl and hopeless romantic. I’m passionate about writing stories that incorporate southern charm with a little spice.

I grew up on a farm in a small southern town with a love of sports, dance, and music which usually find their way into my books. My husband and I have two grown children. When I’m not writing, my husband and I are attending sporting events, traveling, or working.

What will find in my books? You’ll find suspense and romance in the Riverton Crossing Series. If contemporary romance is what you’re looking for, try Crossroads of the Heart.

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Cover and Excerpt Reveal: Confessions of A Sheba Queen by Autumn Bardot

Release Date: March 10, 2020

Genre: Historical Erotica

Synopsis

During a raging sandstorm along a riverbed in the ancient lands of Saba, a powerful jinni born of smokeless fire gives birth to a half-human daughter. Bilqis does not inherit her mother’s magical abilities, but the fire of her jinni blood does imbue her with other powerful gifts. As she undergoes her rites of womanhood and her insatiable sexual hunger is awakened, it becomes clear—this is the key to her “great destiny” prophesized at her birth. But it could also lead to her total undoing.

Bilqis comes to understand that her supernatural talents have the power to make men, and women, and nations prostrate themselves in utter devotion to her. When tragedy strikes, she leaves her home to seek revenge against the tyrannical god-king whose reign is a plague upon his land and people. Armed with only her body, courage, and wits, she quickly masters the art of seduction, all the while resisting the mind-consuming call to stay locked in an endless cycle of carnal passion.

Destiny soon intervenes, and what began as a quest for vengeance becomes a mission to heal the land of Saba from a twisted, corrupt regime and to see it become the wealthiest kingdom in all the land. Yet, it is only after meeting the already legendary and wildly attractive King Solomon that Bilqis discovers her greatest battle is not with others, but with herself.

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Momma set down the half-finished basket and rose to meet the stranger. “Stand up, daughter.”

I stood on shaking legs and hid behind Momma.

“Ekene, at your service.” He flashed a wide, handsome grin of perfect white teeth.

Momma nudged me. “It’s time for your body to sing,” she whispered.

I stumbled forward, my feet heavy as rocks, my eyes darting from the ground to the beautiful man before me. “Momma…” My voice croaked like a frightened child’s.

Momma wrapped her comforting arms around my waist. “Like floating on a river.” Her breath tickled my ear. “Don’t tell him your name.” She gave me a quick squeeze before walking past him and taking the narrow path to the canyon beyond our house.

I watched Momma’s retreating figure until she disappeared around the bend.

“It’s okay to be nervous,” Ekene said when I stole a shy look at him.

“How long will it take?” I rasped, my voice dry as the desert.

The quick wince of disappointment passed so quickly over Ekene’s face, I might have imagined it.

“Pleasure is not measured in time.” Ekene held out his large hand. “Let’s sit together.”

I took his dark hand in mine. Warm. Dry. Confident. Solid as a walnut shell.

We walked through the doorway and into the mud-brick house where we sat on the rug. “Tell me about yourself, Young Woman With No Name.”

“I have a name—”

Ekene’s hand sprung out like a snake, his fingers sealing my lips. “Don’t tell me. Your momma did not want me to know either of your names. It’s a condition of the job.”

I was a job? A nameless job? I bristled and wrinkled my nose.

Ekene pressed his lips together in dismay. “Will you permit me to give you a name for today?” Ekene spoke with the deference of one addressing a queen. “I think it will be best for us both.”

“Um…” I stared at Ekene’s biceps. They were so large I thought his armband might pop off. Surely, they were twice as big as any of the men in the village. “Okay,” I said, my fingers impatient to run over his muscular curves. “Give me a beautiful name.”

“Mmmm…” Ekene scratched his beard. “I will call you Destiny.” His brown eyes dilated with warmth. “Because your momma said you have a great destiny.”

His peaceful manner eased my nervousness.

“That’s more portentous than beautiful,” I said.

Ekene’s brows lifted. “Gorgeous and clever.” He tucked fisted hands under his chin in thought. “A great destiny is beauty,” he said after a few moments.

My cheeks flamed, his studied gaze making me shy. I lowered my eyes, intent on the circles I drew on the carpet.

Ekene scooted close. Not close enough that our bodies touched, but close enough that I smelled his maleness and the mint on his breath.

“Do you have any questions?” He slid off the leather cord securing my braid and threaded his fingers through my tresses.

His intimate touch and ardent gaze set my body aflame. I burned from toe tip to head top. For the first time, I understood the heat of my smokeless fire heritage.

Questions? I had a thousand, yet I asked only one. “Is this your profession?”

“A small part of it.” With my hair now unbound, Ekene’s fingers massaged my scalp, sending pleasurable shivers down my neck. “I have a confession to make. I’ve never had the privilege of servicing a woman of your exquisiteness before.”

“I doubt that,” I said, despite leaning into his relaxing ministrations.

His fingers kneaded the base of my head. “I speak the truth. When I first laid eyes on you, my loins stirred and my heart quickened. The closer I got, the more charmed I became. There is a radiant destiny in your golden eyes, shining brighter than any star. I feel it in your presence…the glow of your inner strength. You have an exotic beauty, the smile of the sphinx, and a magical radiance that dazzles like a gem. There is nothing more captivating and dangerous than the perfect union of inner and outward beauty.”

I swayed farther into his caresses. “Dangerous?” Momma told me I was beautiful all the time, but that didn’t count.

With a featherlight touch that tickled my lips, Ekene traced the line of my jaw. “Men will swoon at your feet and do your bidding just to be in your presence. Jealous women will despise you for the power you have over men.” His lips whisked across my cheek.

I trembled with anticipation, the strange quivering in my body making me eager for more. I turned my cheek and my lips met his. Their soft warmth sent a thousand butterflies aflutter in my belly.

Ekene stroked my cheek, his lips and fingertips as light as a breeze. He parted his lips.

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Autumn Bardot writes historical fiction and historical erotica. Her debut historical fiction is THE IMPALER’S WIFE. Her debut historical erotica is LEGENDS OF LUST.

Autumn, a pen name, has worked as an educator for more than sixteen years. She teaches literature, writing, and the magic of words. She has a passion for history and a special affinity for the unsung courageous females that history has neglected. Or misunderstood. Autumn lives in Southern California with her husband and every-growing family. She wishes she was one-tenth as brave as the women she writes about.

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Cover and Excerpt Reveal: Be My Reason by Brooklyn Taylor

Release Date: February 27, 2020

Cover Design: Cover Me Darling, LLC

Synopsis

Wyatt Galloway has a lot of things going for him in his life, but a woman is not one of them. He is focused on his career as a sheriff, setting his goals high for promotion. He has zero intention of falling in love with a woman, that is until he meets Breigh. Sweetness and beauty are not something he normally falls for, but she has him weak in the knees despite his resistance.

Having had her heart broken, Breigh‘s sworn off men and wants to concentrate on being happy. Career driven and busy, she doesn’t bother with a social life and has given up finding the fairy tale that she’d hoped for.
Until she is in the right place at the wrong time.

Wyatt and Breigh: two people wanting love but insistent on not looking for it until they meet each other.

Will either of them let it in?

Is it worth fighting for when someone tries to take it away?

Can a person you fall for truly be the REASON or just a season?

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I watched as his eyes looked right into mine. The green was putting me in a trance and I had to look away for a brief moment. When I returned to his eyes, he was still looking at me.

“How about you?”

“I have only been in love once. But the feeling was not mutual. I wanted to make a life with him, and he had decided what he wanted wasn’t me. End of story. But truthfully, it was the best thing that happened to me. I wasn’t ready to be married, or be a wife. I still wasn’t sure about what I wanted. I wanted what my grandparents had a perfect love… a fairy tale.”

“And you think you can’t have that? A fairy tale? I know I would like to give that to a woman one day.”

I smiled and wanted to reach for his hand. Instead he took mine. We had been sitting on the blanket all evening. Now we were both lying back on the hay bales looking at the stars, not caring where we were and what time it was.

He leaned over me with a smile. “My turn.”

“You already asked a question.”

“No, I didn’t.”

I laughed. “Okay… what is it?”

“Can I kiss you?” he asked sweetly. I had never heard words so sweet out of a voice so deep.

“I was wondering what was taking you so long.” I smiled as his lips kissed mine softly. It was a kiss that gave me butterflies but also made me realize the feelings I could have for this man may not be feelings I could control at my own will. He was going to be a force to be reckoned with.

When his lips parted from mine, I ached for the pressure again. The tingles that shot through my body when he kissed me brought out a want in me I wasn’t familiar with.

Was I was missing this previously? Yes, yes, I was.

I apparently hadn’t been properly kissed before.

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I currently reside outside of Austin, Texas. I’m a mother of 2 amazing kiddos and married to my gorgeous soulmate for almost 20 years. I have a full time job in the medical field but would rather be spending my time writing! I love to spend my free time reading, being outside and playing with my family and 4 fur babies. I started to write at the instinct of “hey maybe I can do that!” and haven’t stopped since. I have enjoyed every step of the journey. I am blessed to have very supportive friends and family that make my life worth living.

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Cover and Excerpt Reveal: Irresistible by Jenna Hartley

Release Date: February 26, 2020

Cover Design: LJ Anderson @ Mayhem Cover Creations

Synopsis

No lies.
No feelings.
Just sex.

It’s basically my mantra. So when I meet a woman who demands nothing more of me than those three things, it sounds like the perfect arrangement.

Or so I thought.

Because for the first time in my life, I find myself wanting more. I find myself wanting the one woman who seems intent on keeping me at arm’s length.

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“Hey!” she shouted as I swallowed the shot.

I reached for the second one, but she was faster. She swiped it from the counter and downed it before I could. She took it like a champ, slamming the glass on the counter.

Just as I’d remembered—competitive. Another tick in her box.

“What’s next—body shots?” I teased, though I would gladly take any excuse to lick her skin.

She narrowed her eyes at me. “Are you in college?”

It took me a moment to realize she was serious. I threw back my head and laughed before leaning in to whisper in her ear. “No, but we can pretend I am if that turns you on.”

She pushed against my chest, though I didn’t budge. Instead, I grabbed her hand, clasping it in mine. I stared at her for a split second, the air between us swirling with tension. Everything and everyone else faded away, and all I could see was her.

It was the oddest sensation, and I would’ve blamed it on the alcohol but I’d barely consumed any. Somehow, though, it felt like we were the only two people in the club.

Her rich eyes blinked up at me, framed with long, dark lashes. She was just as stunning as I’d remembered, if not more so. And her peach-colored dress was going to drive me over the edge or land me in jail.

The smooth material clung to her curves like I wanted to. It wrapped around her hips, showing off her narrow waist before encasing those gorgeous tits. And in some lights, it had the effect of an optical illusion—making it easy to imagine that she was naked. It also gave me the irrational urge to gouge out the eyes of every man who dared look at her.

I was done playing games.

I liked winning, and I was used to getting what I wanted, when I wanted it.

And I wanted this woman.

So, without another word, I tugged her behind me across the crowded floor. Once we were in the darkened hallway, I backed her against the wall, my hands bracketing her face. I couldn’t wait to sample those pouty lips—full and luscious, just like her hips and breasts.

Christ, she’s gorgeous.

I skimmed my hands up her sides, resting just below her rib cage. I could feel the rapid rise and fall of her chest, pushing her full breasts that much closer to my mouth. It didn’t take a stethoscope to know her heart was racing. My own was beating against my ribs, making me feel as if I’d run a marathon.

“Are you just going to stand there, Target Guy? Or are you going to kiss me?”

A deep chuckle rumbled through me.

Fuck me. I’d forgotten how assertive she was. How her eyes sparkled with challenge and mirth. How her words were as delicious as the lips delivering them.

Would she taste as good as I’d hoped?

“You really need to stop calling me ‘Target Guy.’ I do have a name.” A name that typically came loaded with expectations. But right now, I didn’t care because I wanted to hear my name on her lips more than I wanted to conceal my identity.

“And I’m sure it’s a lovely name.” She swayed a little on her heels, and I wondered how much alcohol she’d consumed.

I tightened my grip on her hips, wishing there was only bare skin beneath my fingers. My cock hardened even more if that were possible, and I was positive she felt it digging into her belly. There was no way she could miss it—aimed directly at her like a heat-seeking missile homed in on its target.

“No names.” Her expression was so stern, it almost made me laugh. “It’s so much more fun. Don’t you think?” She trailed a red-stained fingernail over the buttons of my shirt. “I like a little mystery.”

I chuckled, thinking this woman might damn well be perfect. Fucking gorgeous. A firebrand. And completely uninterested in entanglements. It was like staring at the female version of myself.

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Contemporary romance author, Jenna Hartley writes about strong, independent women and the men who dare to love them. Her characters aren’t perfect; they’re authentic. Her passion is to make their stories feel as real for readers as they do to her, infusing each one with sexy, sweet, and laughable moments that reflect real love.

When she’s not writing, Jenna spends her days chasing after a hilarious and imaginative toddler, as well as hunting down new allergy-friendly recipes for them to cook together. She lives in Texas with her family and loves nothing more than a good book, good chocolate, and Topo Chico.

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Cover & Excerpt Reveal: Private Pilot by Karen Deen

Release Date: March 2, 2020

Cover Design: Opium House Creatives

Photographer: FuriousFotog

Model: Paul Gutierrez

Synopsis

Love is blind …. I only wish it was.
Because then I wouldn’t see what I can never have.

They say when you know, you know.
What a load of nonsense.
Because the only thing I know is …. he’s off limits.
Workplace relationships are inappropriate and seedy.

Every morning I step onto his plane.
Every morning he smiles and says a polite hello.
I give him a controlled nod, acknowledging him as I pass, pretending not to notice him. But I can feel his eyes undress me as I walk past.
And if I’m being honest, they do a lot more.
If his gaze gives me tingles, I dread to think what an actual touch could do.

Maybe I’m imagining the entire thing.
Daydreaming the ultimate fantasy.
Because he’s my Private Pilot.
And I’m just his smitten boss.

 

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“Fuck, Mason.”

“Yeah, Tiger, that’s what I want too.”

Skimming my thumb across her cheek, I lean down, and taking it nice and slow, I show her through another kiss how much I mean everything I’ve just said.

“How long since you stepped away from your work and took five minutes for yourself, Paige?” Whispering, I pull her closer to my body, my hands on her ass. Making her feel what she’s doing to me. Her body arches, pressing against my cock, a soft moan slipping from her lips.

“That’s right. Imagine what this will feel like. You will be more than moaning.” Running my tongue up her neck, I go back to kissing her, but this time I take it slow. Starting along her jawline until I find her lips open, taking in the sensations.

“Embrace what you’re feeling. Let me in.” With that, I’m kissing her relentlessly, deeply and full of everything I want her to understand, and finally acknowledge. It’s like I’ve got one chance to get her to listen. She doesn’t seem to listen to my words, but she can’t ignore the feelings.

Slowly, I’m pulling away from her lips. Sensing her melting into my arms, finally. Her head dropping and resting on my shoulder, giving me her body weight. Such a relief. Maybe I’m getting through to her.

“Mason, we can’t do this. You have my body aching for you, but my head keeps saying stop.” Her voice is low and not the normal confident woman I’m used to.

“That’s because your head is a stubborn pain in the ass. Ignore it, just listen to your body for once. You can’t tell me this doesn’t feel right.” I slide my hand around her body and up her chest. Slowly, so she knows what I’m doing and giving her time to say no, I palm her breast. Lightly wrapping my hand around it, squeezing slight pressure, just enough to have her breathing racing.

“This is what your body wants. To feel, to be touched. Tell me you want this, Paige, and I promise you won’t regret one second of it.” She doesn’t need to speak, her wandering hand on my body’s the answer.

“I might want it, but it doesn’t mean I can have it.” Her hand glides over my cock, and I grit my teeth to stop from thrusting my hips into her hand.

“You keep touching me like that, baby, and you are going to have it all. Stop denying yourself what feels so good.”

“There is so much here to feel.” Looking down at her cheeky smile, I can see the lust is invading the sensible brain. Thank fuck.

“That’s it, baby, stroke my ego.” My hand moves down her body.

“I’m stroking more than your ego, Mason.” The words on her lips have me humming while her hand’s squeezing my aching cock just that little bit tighter.

“Call it what you want as long as you keep stroking.”

My hand cups between her legs. Her body jumps a little with the touch, mouth dropping open and her head falling back. Oh yeah, baby, you’re getting all the feels now. Deliberately starting to rock her body so she’s grinding on my hand.

“Take what you want. Tell me what you need.” My head’s spinning with anticipation of where this is heading.

“To forget it all.” Her eyes are now closing as she slips into that land of just pure sensations.

“Now that I can do. The only thing you won’t forget is that it’s me making you feel this way.”

She gasps as I quickly move my hands to under her ass and lift her into my arms. Her legs wrap around my waist perfectly. Backing her up against the wall, I lean into her and start grinding my cock into her. Hearing the little moans from each movement is pure bliss. Light as a feather in my hands, I release one and slide it down the front of her pants, so happy to feel her softness and the wet pussy waiting for me. I take over the stroking with my hand rather than my grinding.

“Mhmm, you’re so wet. All for me. Just thinking about it has you dripping, wanting more. Tell me you want more, Paige.”

“More, don’t you fucking stop now. Finish what you started.” Desperation from a woman on the edge of orgasming. Music to my ears.

“You really are a Tiger, aren’t you. Just what I like, feisty and sexy as fuck.” As she tries to open her mouth to argue with me, I slip my finger deep inside her. Instead of words a low groan comes out her mouth. My thumb pushes down on her clit and she starts riding my fingers as I’m slipping the second one in.

“So perfect, ride me, take all the pleasure you need.” Pink flush creeping up her face, I’m feeling her muscles starting to contract on my fingers. She’s so close to letting go.

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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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Cover & Excerpt Reveal: Serenity by Dyan Layne

Release Date: February 19, 2020

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Model: Zachary Altland

Photographer: Wander Aguiar

Synopsis

Once upon a time a young girl dreamed of a handsome prince who would rescue her from her grandmother’s prison and make all her dreams come true.

But then Linnea grew up, left her past and that godforsaken town behind. She rescued herself because real life is no fairy tale—or is it?

One day, just like an alpha hero from one of the tattered paperbacks she’d kept hidden beneath her bed, he appeared at her door. Kyan. Long dark hair, muscles and tattoos, eyes as blue as the summer sky…

Her prince.

With him, she felt things she never even imagined. He took her places she never dared to go. Behind the red door, where nothing was forbidden and her pleasure was everything.

Perhaps her life was a fairy tale after all. She was surrounded by a royal family of fierce Irish Vikings, a court jester, and even merry minstrels—the hot rock stars of Venery.

And she was his princess.

But every story has its villains. An evil queen. A mad king. A she-devil with eyes like a cat.

Linnea had forgotten that before the happily-ever-after, storybook tales are often sick and twisted.

She should have paid closer attention.

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On this early summer night, Linnea’s courtyard seemed almost magical, illuminated only by dancing candlelight and the market lights strung overhead from the dogwood, with its white bracts giving off a Milky Way effect. Linnea hit the igniter button on the grill and sat on the chaise end of the outdoor sofa. She fluffed the colorful mismatched pillows and rearranged the throws while she waited for the grill to heat up. Chloe must have changed the music because some sultry New Age shit was wafting from the speakers.

Linnea laughed softly, thinking that her little courtyard looked idyllic enough for a romantic soiree when it was just a girls’ night in with her best friend. She thought of Kyan and sighed.

Not today.

Maybe someday.

Chattering voices broke Linnea from her thoughts. She stood and peeked into the kitchen, but Chloe wasn’t there. Just as Linnea spun around, Chloe stepped into the courtyard from the open French doors in the living room. Linnea gasped. Trailing behind Chloe were Jesse, Dillon, and then Kyan, as Linnea stood dumbstruck. They filed past her with boxes and bags, each of them stopping to kiss her on the cheek, before continuing on through the opposite set of French doors into the kitchen.

Chloe didn’t look surprised. At all. She wore a smug smirk on her face and all of a sudden the candles and the New Age shit coming from the speakers made perfect sense.

Maybe someday was today after all.

Taking a deep breath to gather her wits, Linnea followed them into the kitchen. Smiling at the guys, she sidled over to Chloe who was bent over, rummaging in the refrigerator. She couldn’t help but notice Jesse checking out her friend’s ass as he unpacked bottles of champagne and beer from the box he carried in. If he was trying to be discreet, he wasn’t doing a very good job.

Linnea leaned into the fridge next to Chloe and spoke in a hushed voice. “I hope you’re ordering pizza because we don’t have enough food for three hungry men that you must have forgotten to tell me were joining us for girls’ night!”

Chloe giggled. “I ordered the groceries, didn’t I?” She proceeded to pile containers of steaks and lobster tails in Linnea’s arms.

As soon as Linnea backed away from the fridge Dillon claimed the space, placing desserts they brought from the restaurant onto the now-empty shelf. “I brought you your favorite.” Dillon winked at her and planted a lingering kiss at the corner of her mouth.

What in the actual fuck?

Kyan was pouring bags of ice into a galvanized metal tub. He looked her way with those striking eyes of his and smiled, a comfortable smile as if he had been in her kitchen a million times, instead of just once the night before. Had that really only been yesterday?

“C’mon, beautiful.” Kyan nudged her towards the courtyard carrying the tub of ice, his biceps bulging.

Linnea preceded him outside. Her arms laden with the food to be cooked, she went directly to the grill to start the steaks. She could feel his eyes on her. She didn’t have to turn around to know he was standing right behind her.

“Here, babe, let me.” Kyan took the tongs from her hand. “I’m the master…” Linnea parted her lips to speak, but before she could utter a word he leaned over and swiftly kissed her lips. “… of the grill.” She brought her fingers to her mouth and he gave her that comfortable smile again, then turned back to the grill to put the steaks on.

“I’ll go get the plates and stuff.”

As she turned away Kyan reached for her and captured her wrist, spinning her into him. Their bodies were flush against each other. Her softness melded onto his firm muscle. His fingers encircled her wrist, her hand flat on his chest. She could feel his heart beating and the warmth emanating from his skin into hers through the thin deep V-neck tee he wore. With every inhale, she breathed him in.

He smelled like sin. Delicious sin.

She stared at her hand on his chest, at his ink just visible beneath the almost-transparent fabric. He didn’t look like the Kyan at work. He looked like a bad-boy rock star you’d see on the cover of a romance novel. Sexy. Dangerous. Irresistible. And that’s what she was afraid of.

Kyan rubbed the skin of her inner wrist with his thumb. “Don’t be long. I need you. Right. Back. Here.”

Heat spread throughout her body. Linnea had to be flushing from head to toe. She didn’t trust herself to speak, so she nodded and he let her go.

Dillon and Jesse were putting the champagne and beer on ice in the metal tub that Kyan had filled as she went back into the house. Chloe was organizing items from the kitchen to be brought outside. She took one look at Linnea and poured her a glass of champagne from an open bottle on the counter.

“Relax and have some fun, Linn. Remember?”

In one go she drank it down.

Let life happen.

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Dyan Layne is a nurse boss by day and the writer of edgy sensual tales by night–and on weekends. Serenity, the first book in the Red Door series, is her debut novel. She’s never without her Kindle, and can usually be found tapping away at her keyboard with a hot latte and a cold Dasani Lime–and sometimes champagne. She can’t sing a note, but often answers in song because isn’t there a song for just about everything? Born and raised a Chicago girl, she currently lives in Tampa, Florida, and is the mother of four handsome sons and a beautiful daughter, who are all grown up now, but can still make her crazy–and she loves it that way! Because normal is just so boring.

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Cover & Excerpt Reveal: Swinging Strike by Kimberly Readnour

Release Date: February 20, 2020

Cover Design: Daqri Bernardo / Covers by Combs

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Dating the Hot Athlete? Yeah, Been There, Done That…

 

Braxton Smith.

Cessna University’s baseball captain.

Naturally talented.

Sinfully gorgeous.

And exudes enough arrogance to fill a stadium.

 

That same cocky attitude is what landed him in my anonymous gossip column.

Believe me, I, Cara Gonzalez, don’t want anything to do with him.

But he’s everywhere.

 

In my class.

In my dorm.

In my mind.

 

I left this type of drama back home.

Transferring to Cessna University is my chance for a redo.

And regardless of his rock-hard abs and panty-dropping smile,

Arguing with an athlete isn’t one of my goals.

 

My instincts betray me, though.

This attraction feels different.

Stronger.

 

I have no choice but to stand my ground.

Because this time, I’m afraid I’ll not only be hurt.

I’ll end up gutted.

 

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“You know who this jersey belongs to?”

I feign ignorance as his icy-blue eyes stare into mine, the slight hesitation in his answer not helping my nerves.

“Of course. He’s actually playing against the Mets right now.”

My gaze flicks to the nearest television, and I can’t stop the small smile forming. A sense of pride bubbles inside me. It happens every single time I catch a glimpse of my brother playing. I’m so proud of what he has accomplished. The words fumble from my mouth before I can stop them. “He’s winning.”

“Yeah, but not for long. The Giants will edge them out for the wild card spots.” The sureness to his statement jumbles my thoughts, and the slight dimple in his right cheek catches me off guard. He steps closer, and I’m suddenly engulfed with everything Braxton. His scent. His empowering size.

“Is that so?” I step back, trying to break this connection, but he matches the movement. Warmth courses through me as I try to harden my insides. I have to fight this attraction. I can’t afford not to.

“It is. You know what else?”

The tiny gap between us disappears as he closes the space. I take another step back but come to a halt when my backside stops flush against the wall. I feel caged by my brother’s paraphernalia to my left and Braxton’s body standing in front of me.

“What?” My words come out breathier than I’d like, and I force myself to look away. This need to cave to the desire coursing through my hormone-riddled veins battles against my will to stave off any baseball player’s advance.

A beat of silence passes. Then he grazes his finger across my chin and lifts my face until I see nothing but the curiosity and intrigue eclipsing the blues of his eyes. He searches my face, and I can hardly breathe, reduced to a pool of need. One that needs squished before it blossoms into a full-out want. Although, it may be too late.

“What are you afraid of?”

Our stare locks and holds. He has no idea how loaded the question is, but he also has no inclination about what his presence does to me. No other guy, especially my ex, has ever looked past my good looks. No one takes me seriously. But the way Braxton stares, I feel like he’s trying to catch a glimpse of my soul.

“Nothing.” Everything.

Braxton remains quiet, studying me. The air between us charges with uncertainty and unspoken words. Those rough, calloused fingers slide across my chin and brush a loose strand of hair out of the way. “You’re an intricate puzzle, Pole Girl. Mark my words, I will figure you out.”

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Kimberly Readnour lives in the Midwest with her husband, two children, and a very fluffy cat.

Having a true passion for romance and HEA’s, she took the leap from the young adult genre to romance and never looked back.

Unexpected Love, book two of the Unforeseen Destiny Series, is a #1 Amazon Kindle bestseller in the Medical Romance. Her series, the Bad Boys Redemption, has spent many weeks on the Amazon’s sports fiction bestseller’s list.

Kimberly worked as a Registered Nurse for fifteen years before hanging up her stethoscope. When she isn’t running her own business, you can find her tucked away writing.

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Cover and Excerpt Reveal: Accidental Arrangement by Stephie Walls

Release Date: January 31, 2020

Cover Design: Vanilla Lily Designs

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From coffee to dry cleaning and all the important moments in my executives’ lives, I was the go-to girl at McAllen Enterprises—a title I loved eleven months out of the year. But by the time Valentine’s Day rolled around, I was over the gifts, cards, flowers, dinners, and most of all, personal shopping.

So when a kink—Gavin Rose—makes his way into my annual holiday endeavors, I’m expecting the worst but praying for the best. And I’m surprised by the accidental arrangement that blossoms amidst the Valentine’s Day chaos.

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His blue eyes nearly knocked me out of the chair when they met mine. They were warm and deep and full of…something I didn’t want to identify. “I’m not sure. It’s still pretty fresh.” He twirled the pen between his fingers. “Gram had told me that I was her sole beneficiary, but that didn’t really mean much when she was living. Now…I don’t know what it means. Thankfully, I’m in a place where I don’t have to choose right now. I’m working insane hours, but I can do my job as a CPA here while the other employees carry the floral load.”

“Oh, wow. I hadn’t even thought about the fact that it’s tax time. You must be dying.”

His lip turned up in a quirky grin that made my core heat. I clenched my thighs together to alleviate the pressure and hoped like hell he hadn’t seen the heat rise in my cheeks.

“Long hours, but I’ll survive.” Gavin’s gaze dropped to my lips, and I forced myself to stop looking at him.

This man was dangerous in more ways than one. He had the power to make or break the wives’ and the excutives’ Valentine’s Day, but he also had the ability to play with my heartstrings, and I didn’t like that in the least. Gavin didn’t seem like the playboy type. I mean, what CPA would? But damn if he didn’t look like one. He had the markings of a man who could have any woman he wanted, but I didn’t sense that from his personality. I’d been wrong before.

“I have an idea.” He paused, waiting for me to look up. “It might make you feel a little better about this whole Lauren thing.” Mischief swirled in the oceans of blue that threatened to drown me.

“What’s that?”

“What are your thoughts on Naked Ladies and Wolf’s Bane?”

I cocked my head to the side, wondering if someone had hit him on the head as a baby. “Well, I’m straight, so nude women aren’t really my thing—”

His laugh burst from his mouth and filled the room. It was as warm as I imagined his arms to be. “They’re flowers, Analiese.”

Well, I felt like an idiot.

“Poisonous flowers.”

I rolled my eyes and faced him with a look that should have felt like a smack on the cheek. “I’m not trying to kill the woman, Gavin.”

“Well, unless she eats the arrangement, she has nothing to worry about.” He shrugged and leaned back in Violet’s chair. “There are tons of poisonous flowers used in bouquets all the time. Peace lilies are a prime example.”

I had no idea, not that I’d ever thought about it because Gavin was right. I didn’t plan to ingest flowers that I’d received or bought. “Really?”

Maybe Gavin knew more about this flower gig than I’d originally thought. “Yeah. It’s a way that you can pay homage to what she is to your boss without actually saying it. Just thought it might make you feel a little better about your role in it.”

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Excerpt Reveal: Inappropriate by Vi Keeland

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I wondered if he’d be here.

I was mid – conversation with some former colleagues I hadn&rsquo ;t seen in a few years when I got my answer. The sight of him made me lose my train of thought.

On the other side of the room, Grant Lexington stood wearing a classic black tuxedo. He was talking to an older gentleman, which gave me the opportunity to really take him in—tall, broad shoulders, yet not overly bulky, a narrow waist with one hand resting casually in his pants pocket. Even from a distance, his confidence registered. There was something about the way certain men held themselves that showed they were in charge, and that really worked for me. It could take a man who was a seven and make him an eleven in my book. On the other hand, a handsome ten with a meek personality could be reduced to a five.

Mr. Confident held a drink in his left hand and raised it to his mouth, but he stopped before drinking. He seemed to sense something and looked around the room. When his eyes caught mine, a slow, wicked smile spread across his face. He excused himself from the conversation and strode towa rd me.

My body tingled as I watched him approach with long strides, and I turned from the group I’d been standing with.

“What a pleasant surprise,” he said.

I tried to appear casual as I sipped my champagne. “I& rsquo;m filling in for Bickman.”

He nodded. “Of course.”

Grant eyed the group next to me. “Are you here with a date?”

“No. You?”

He smiled and shook his head. “Would a compliment b e unwelcome? I wouldn’t want to sexually harass you.”

“Compliments are always welcome, Mr. Lexington.”

His eyes sparkled. Taking hold of my elbow, he led me a few feet away from the group I’d been standing with. “That’s a dangerous thing to say to a man like me.”

“What was the compliment anyway?”

Grant’s eyes swept over me. “You look beautiful tonight.”

I blushed. “Thank you.”

Grant stopped a waiter as he passed. He gulped back the rest of the amber liquid in his glass and slipped the flute of champagne from my hand, setting them both down on the waiter’s tray.

“I was drinking that.”

He motioned f or the waiter to move along and returned his attention to me. “I’ll get you more when we’re done.”

“Done with what?”

He held out his hand. “Dance with me.”

I shook my head. “I&rsquo ;m not sure that’s such a good idea.”

He smirked. “I’m fucking positive it’s not.”

 

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Cover and Excerpt Reveal: Bet On Me by Saxon James

Release Date: January 27, 2020

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Taryn

Losing a long term boyfriend to my football career highlights one thing: it’s impossible for me to have both. With only a few years left to play, I decide to throw my full focus into the game. Then I meet Elliot. The flirty texts are immediate, trusting him comes easily, and when we’re together, I’ve never experienced something so explosive. Until he drops a real bomb on me. He’s a bookie. And suddenly, being closeted is the least of my worries. Elliot I have a plan. Make a large amount of money in a short amount of time, set myself up for life, and then get the hell out of bookmaking. Good at it or not, it’s illegal, and that’s a very gray line I’d prefer not to keep crossing. Especially when I meet Taryn. He’s the first guy who’s been able to steal my focus away from my goal, and I’ll do anything to deserve him. Even quit. But the thing about illegal jobs is, they’re not always so easy to walk away from.

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When we finally head out and say goodbye, I drive back home musing over whether I’m going to do it. Zane’s right though, a message isn’t going to hurt. A message just opens the door, let’s Elliot know I’m up for a repeat. It’s been a few days, and he obviously hasn’t said anything to anyone because there have been no articles about Taryn Adderson liking dick.

A message won’t hurt. And if he tells me to fuck off, I’ll have my answer.

I get home and change into sleep shorts, prolonging the time to make my decision in case I change my mind.

I don’t. And as I drop onto my couch, the sun barely a line of orange hanging onto the horizon, I pull out my phone and open up his contact. Staring at the screen, I’m suddenly blank on what to write. I’m tempted to go with a basic “hey” or a “what are you doing,” but get the sense it needs to be more than that.

I’m nervous, really fucking nervous, and I’m actually enjoying it. This weird high that comes from not knowing what’s next, and hoping so damn much that more is the answer.

I lick my lips and type out a message.

Me: Why did the football coach go to the bank?

It’s a lame joke, a pathetic attempt to reach out, but my stomach squirms as I stare at the screen, and when those three little dots appear, I’m barely holding it together. Just please don’t let him tell me to fuck off.

A Friend: To get his quarter back.

I snort, surprised he knows the answer. And if he’s playing along, that has to be a good sign, right?

Me: Why didn’t the skeleton play football?

A Friend: His heart wasn’t in it.

Me: What’s it called when a dinosaur gets a touchdown?

A Friend: A dino-score.

I laugh, surprised he’s gotten them all. I’ve heard all the lame jokes I need to from my sister, but Elliot knowing them too is a surprise.

Me: Wow, you’re good at this.

A Friend: My superior intellect makes even the most complex jokes easy.

I’m about to reply when another message comes through.

A Friend: Also I have Google, dumbass.

I laugh, realizing I never thought he would do something that sneaky.

Me: That’s cheating. You’ll have to pay for that.

A Friend: Oh yeah? Don’t go making promises you can’t keep.

Me: Oh, I could keep them. But you’re the one who bowed out, you clearly can’t handle me.

And okay, now I’m goading him, and maybe I should feel bad, but he started flirting first. I’m only too happy to leverage what I can from the conversation.

A Friend: You know why.

Me: Kinda. Still seems like my career is my choice, though. And after thinking it over, I don’t think I’m ready to give you up yet.

A Friend: What am I, a pet?

Me: Now you’re just giving me ideas.

A Friend: Mr. Vanilla has suddenly decided he’s kinky, has he?

Me: Sex with me is good enough that you don’t need extra flavor.

A Friend: Now there’s a pick up line. All you have to ask now is, “want a taste?”

Me: Want a taste?

I feel dumb as soon as I send it, having no idea what the hell he’s going to write back. Things feel like they’re going okay, so maybe I just need to be optimistic.

A Friend: I already got a sample. A real taste might make me addicted.

Oh, he got more than a sample, alright. I think back to how he swallowed my cum then licked every part of me clean. Enough screwing around.

Me: I want to see you again.

A Friend: You know that’s a stupid idea.

Me: Actually, I’m pretty sure we’re overthinking it. No one knows who you are, no one knows I like guys, and literally no one is interested in me catching up with a friend.

There’s a short pause.

A Friend: How long did it take you to come up with all that?

Me: Just this afternoon. So what do you think?

A Friend: I think I need to think about it.

Me: Well, that was a mouthful.

A Friend: So are you 😉

I crack up laughing. It’s weird, this flirting thing. Elliot’s a complete unknown. It’s exciting.

And until he thinks about whether we can see each other again, I’m going to make sure he doesn’t get a chance to forget me.

 

 

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Saxon James unapologetically writes happy endings for LGBT+ characters.

While not writing, SM is a readaholic and netflix addict who regularly lives on a sustainable diet of chocolate and coffee.

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