Friday, August 30, 2019




Title: Assassin's Heart
Series: Assassins #4
Author: Ella Sheridan
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: August 26, 2019



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My brother believes he made me a killer. The truth is, I’ve always been different. I can smile while sliding a knife between your ribs—and not feel a moment of regret.

Until Leah.

A man like me shouldn’t have a family. But the minute I opened my eyes from a coma and saw her, I knew I’d forever be tied to her. A nurse who nurtures life. A mother.

I’ve stalked her for two years, unable to stop but refusing to give in to the need to have her. To love her. Until the night her daughter is taken. I’ll light up the world to get Leah’s child back to her.

And then I’ll walk away for good. Not because it’s the right thing to do, but because I know how she’ll look at me after seeing who I truly am.

She’ll see the murderer inside me. And God help me, but she’ll be right.







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A ragged sigh escaped Leah when my arm settled across her belly, but she didn’t wake, not then and not when I pulled her into the curve of my body. The silence wrapped around us like a warm blanket, turning tense muscles liquid and soothing the runaway thoughts in my head. Warriors knew to sleep when given the slightest opportunity. I knew to be grateful for the slightest bit of peace, and I reveled in it now.
At least until Leah stirred in my arms. Seconds later her body went rigid.
“It’s all right, just me,” I murmured into her hair.
“Remi.”
My name, husky in her sleep-roughened voice. Blood surged to my cock without my permission. “Yeah.”
Leah tried to turn, to face me, but I tightened my arms. Just a few minutes longer. Or a lifetime. I wasn’t anywhere near ready to let go.
She stilled. Relaxed. Her body went boneless against mine in an age-old display of trust. Leah wasn’t submissive, not anywhere else, but here, now, she was surrendering her body to my demands. It was the kind of gift a man like me would never dream of receiving because we didn’t deserve it.
Leah gave it anyway, hardening my cock even more.






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Ella Sheridan never fails to take her readers to the dark edges of love and back again. Strong heroines are her signature, and her heroes span the gamut from hot rock stars to alpha bodyguards and everywhere in between. Ella never pulls her punches, and her unique combination of raw emotion, hot sex, and action leave her readers panting for the next release.

Born and raised in the Deep South, Ella writes romantic suspense, erotic romance, and hot BDSM contemporaries. Start anywhere—every book may be read as a standalone, or begin with book one in any series and watch the ties between the characters grow.

★ Anything can happen in the shadows of a sultry Southern night. Explore the heat with the SOUTHERN NIGHTS romantic suspense series.
★ Secrets and sex abound in the SECRETS TO HIDE contemporary romance series.
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Title: Don't Stop Me
Series: The Simplicit Duet #2
Author: Marie Skye
Genre: Contemporary Reverse Harem Romance
Cover Design: Dark Water Covers
Release Date: September 10, 2019



Blurb

Open.
That's what we were. Never spoken, and it worked, until things got complicated.
What exactly do you do when your husband of one year shares you with his best friend, whom you happen to be in love with?
The night, we all joined was also the night my entire life was ruined.
They're both dangerous, and they're both liars. Now when I look at them, they've become two men that can destroy my entire life and shatter everything I've ever known.
One was endearing.
The other a monster.
And me?
Their virtue.
They made me choose between them. All, over a lie.
I was a good girl. I was a good wife.
Until I wasn't.







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Marie Skye is your average career driven woman by day, and a hidden lover of all things dirty by night. Or, as she likes to say, professional by day; author whore by night.

Army brat, and now just a brat. She currently resides in Austin, TX where there really is a difference between breakfast burritos, and breakfast tacos, but she really doesn't know what the difference is.

If it's dark, and full of inappropriate material. She's attracted to it. She prefers making her character's work for their happy ever after, if they get one, and she has no problem making sure they endure every obstacle to try to get there. She's known as not having a filter, and if she's asked for an opinion, be prepared to get a response that's most likely a mixture of sarcasm and bluntness.

She also has a soft side, and volunteers her time to support Elephants, as well as not attending any events that has elephants in their acts. She also loves sloths, and cute kittens, and prides herself on being able to quote the entire series of Friends.

Marie is the type of person that can be friends with anyone, but if you have cake, you're pretty much her best friend.
  


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Title: Interception
Series: Love Triangle Duet #1
Author: Lisa Suzanne
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 29, 2019



Blurb

All I wanted was a second chance.

Now I’m torn between the pro football player and the rock star, the one I always wanted and the one I was too blind to notice, my high school sweetheart and my best friend.

Is it possible to be in love with two different men at the same time?

The answer is yes, and I don’t know how to choose one without hurting the other... and myself. I need to figure out which man belongs in my future and which is better left in the past.

Will the football player grab the top spot in my heart, or will the rock star make his own interception? 








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Lisa Suzanne is a romance author who resides in Arizona with her husband and two kids. She’s a former high school English teacher and college composition instructor. When she's not chasing her toddler or cuddling her newborn, she can be found working on her latest book or watching reruns of Friends.


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Wednesday, August 28, 2019




Title: Defiant
Series: American Street Kings #2
Author: Bella J.
Genre: Dark Romantic Suspense/MC
Release Date: August 28, 2019



Blurb

Infatuation is a dangerous thing.

It devours you. Manipulates you. Owns you.

You can try to ignore it, try to move past it. But it’s more powerful than you. It won’t let go.

The day I first saw him, infatuation dug its claws into my soul. I couldn’t stop it. Everything faded. Except him.

My infatuation blinded me. Made me see what it wanted me to see. Now I’m lost within the lie. Caged by the beast.

In the end, he will have me.

Until then…I fight. 



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A tear slipped down my cheek. It was amazing how he could trigger these emotions in me merely by being close. He didn’t have to say a word. He didn’t have to touch me. He simply had to stand there and breathe.
I wiped at my cheek with the back of my hand. “Granite, please leave.” My voice was louder this time, sorrow slowly building my strength.
Nothing. Not a word.
I clutched my stomach tighter, heartache spreading everywhere, filling every crack, threatening to shatter me into a million pieces. I didn’t want to break in front of him. Not again. But I couldn’t stop it. This man managed to engrave himself on my soul, penetrating every part of my being, consuming me to a point where breaking was the only way to get a little relief from constantly trying to fight it. To fight him.
“Please,” I whispered as a tear rolled over my lips and I could taste my own sadness. “It hurts too much to be close to you.”
Pain built its way through every bone in my body until it finally erupted. I shot up.
“Please leave!” My voice slammed against the walls, anger echoing from my words. I turned around, ready to lash at him, only to find he wasn’t there. He was gone.






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All the way from Cape Town, South Africa, Bella J lives for the days when she’s able to retreat to her writer’s cave where she can get lost in her little pretend world of romance, love, and insanely hot bad boys.

Bella J is a Hybrid Author with both Self-Published and Traditional Published work. Even though her novels range from drama, to comedy, to suspense, it's the dark, twisted side of romance she loves the most.


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Rocco O’Riley lives the life of a hermit. Alone on a secluded island, he outfits custom big rigs and shares his work with the world streaming to millions online. He never thought the new visibility would bring him fame and wealth, but with no one to share it with, the days in his workshop are long and empty, his success hollow until one night when a violent storm leaves a woman washed up and helpless, stranded alone with him on his little island.




When Primrose Weatherford found herself abandoned on the side of a flooded road, she never thought a rugged stranger would be her saving grace and the sexiest thorn in her side at the same time. The owner of O’Riley’s Big Rig Rehab is burly, brooding, and not used to making polite conversation with pretty women. Especially ones that make him want to hand over his heart and love her for the rest of his forever.




But can Prim handle all that Rocco's offering, or will this reclusive beast in a trucker hat run her off once and for all?




Warning: The size of Rocco’s big rig is eclipsed only by his huge alpha heart. His rough-around-the-edges life softens when sweet Prim enters it, upending his carefully cultivated existence in a storm of epic proportions. Buckle up, dangerous curves ahead!





















“Isn’t there a rule about wearing white on rainy days?” The timbre of his voice tingled like sparks against my skin.

“This one took me by surprise,” I whispered, tucking soaking-wet locks behind my ear.

“You and me both.”

I narrowed my eyes, sensitive nerves pricking in places they hadn’t since, well, pretty much…ever. I felt his gaze crawl over me, the thin white cotton of my button-down shirt obviously see-through by now.

I gulped.

He backed away, adjusting the angle of his worn trucker’s hat.

Another crack of lightning lit the sky as I practically drooled over the startlingly golden-bronze shade of his skin, damp with rivulets of rainwater. The thundering in the distance was matched only by the thundering of my heart in my ear drums. Could he hear it?

God, I hoped not.

“My car stalled,” I finally blurted.

“You mean that golf cart you got there?” He assessed my trusty little blue demon behind me. “That thing brings a lot of words to mind, but car isn’t one of them. Piece of shit maybe, but not car.” He moved up the short driveway, slapping at the rusted tailgate of a vintage Ford pickup.

“And what do you call this?” I hollered at his back, rain still sliding down in determined drops, soaking into my bra and pebbling my nipples.

Or was it him, all strong and manly looking?

I hated it, either way. I vowed to banish all of the white shirts in my closet the minute I arrived home.

“This”—he smacked the truck—“is my baby.” He reached the door of the garage, eyes on me again. “If that old thing impresses you, you should see my big rig.”

My mouth shot open, embarrassment burning my cheeks as I thought I very well should turn around and stomp away, but I had no car and my phone battery was long dead. The sixty-minute drive home from work every day was a killer in the best of times, impossible on the worst days, apparently like this one.

“I’m not sure what’s worse: enduring this storm or your corny jokes.”

His chiseled features shot into an amused half grin that caused my heart to riot in my chest.

“You’d be wrong to assume you’ll be the only one suffering.”

His eyes made a point of coasting up and down my drenched form before he huffed and pushed off the doorjamb and descended into the darkness of the garage, door closing behind him. I frowned, missing his presence in a way I wasn’t altogether comfortable with.

“Mother trucker.” I pushed through the door he’d just disappeared behind, surprised when blinding white light blasted my eyes. Shiny chrome toolboxes towering over raw pine workbenches worn soft with years of use surrounded me.

“This is the cleanest garage I’ve ever seen.” I brushed my fingers along one pale workbench.

“This isn’t my real shop, just the one I use for filming.”

“Filming?” I raised an eyebrow. “Got a local cable show I don’t know about?”

“More like half a billion followers streaming online.” He slung one heavy, denim-clad thigh over the nearest Harley, settling himself soundly as if he was made to be there.

The broad stretch of his shoulders caught my attention. I fully appreciated the way his broad body swallowed up the space, so much so that the big bike looked small in comparison. A thrill of desire shot through me, blood hammering through my veins to a pounding rhythm.

My mouth was suddenly dry, pain cracking my throat as cartwheels bounced around my diaphragm.

Mother trucker.

“Gotta confess, sweetheart, you’ve had me pegged. I’m a Harley man at heart, but my specialty is trucks. Leno called me in to rehab a classic Ford, and the LA Times did a piece. It’s been a circus since.”

I gulped, taking in his words, still stumbling at how downright hot he made me under the engine.

I cracked a smile at my own pun, suddenly wondering why the hell I’d found myself at this garage during this storm. Served me right for taking a new way home from work, but flooding had already caused a backup on the bridge out of town, so I’d thought it might be worth my time to take the scenic route home. Well, now the bridge on the edge of town was washed out, and I was stuck on a tiny strip of land that separated the river from the ocean. The only establishment on the island? This one.

Luckily, from the outside it’d been well-lit, and with the promise of a power cord and a wrecker calling, I’d been fighting with my purse and about to knock on the door of his garage when he’d caught me outside in the downpour.

“This place is pretty incredible.”

“Thanks.”

His gaze followed me shrewdly as I wandered the edge of the garage, between the motorcycles, modern and vintage, finally catching sight of myself in a full-length mirror in the corner.

“Oh shit.” I crossed my arms over my shirt, horrified that I’d been so stunned by the perfection of this place that I’d forgotten I’d worn white and was soaked through. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Can’t blame a guy for enjoying the view while it lasts.”

I huffed, pulling down a coat that hung from a rack beside the mirror. I shrugged it on, folds of black leather swallowing me like a warm hug, the scent of what I imagined was him enveloping me, seeping deep into my bones and melting them like warm butter.

Prickles of desire spun up through my nerves, and I did my best to tamp them down.

“Do you have a charger?” I suddenly remembered my phone, pulling it from its place in my bag.

He was at my side a moment later, lazy grin holding me captivated until I was stupid.

“You look good wrapped up in my favorite jacket.” He winked once before spinning on a boot and leaving me all by myself, his scent clinging to me.

“Coming, sweetheart?” he threw from across the room, big shoulder resting on the doorframe.

“Name’s not sweetheart.” I followed, dragging my feet because I knew…I just knew that whoever he was, this wouldn't end well. There was no way. I’d had my fair share of run-ins with arrogant, gorgeous men like him. I’d learned to steer clear.

“What else should I call the lost little puppy that’s landed itself on my doorstep?”

I bristled at his words, the feminist brewing inside me dampened by his overt and rogue sexuality.

This son of a bitch was intoxicating.

I met him chest to chest, hovering a moment. “Call me Primrose Weatherford.”

His eyes grew ride, mouth popping open to respond before I moved without thinking and pushed past him and straight into his house, walking in like I belonged there, when really I felt for my own sanity that I should be running out.

“Prim, huh?” he sang from behind me. “Not even a little bit surprised.”












































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There’s bad, and inappropriate, and scandalous, and wrong.

And then there’s giving your virginity to your gorgeous and dominant high school government Professor, on his desk, five minutes after you turn eighteen.

Oh I’ve been a bad, bad girl…




Winchester Academy is home to a lot of things – the spoiled rich kids of the world’s elite, ivy-covered walls, typical high school drama and angst, and him – Professor Oliver Bard. Dominant, alpha, and completely freaking gorgeous.

I know he looks at me, even if he sees me as forbidden fruit—tempting, off-limits jailbait. But I’ve been obsessed with him for way, way too long, which is why I purposefully got myself thrown into his infamous “midnight detention” on the eve of my eighteenth birthday.

Just the two of us, alone, watching the clock tick down.

Yesterday, this would be illegal. Today, it’s just plain wrong. Wrong, sick, morally reprehensible, and achingly hot.

This could ruin him, and put a scarlet letter on my back. But once I feel those big hands on me, and once I get a taste of his perfect, forbidden mouth, and once he shows me things I’ve only ever dreamed about while imagining him, I know there’s no going back.

I know I should say no, but that’s a little hard to do when his mouth and hands and…well, other things are only making me scream “yes, professor”…





















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USA Today and #1 Amazon bestselling contemporary romance author Madison Faye is the dirty alter ego of the very wholesome, very normal suburban housewife behind the stories. While she might be a wife, mom, and PTA organizer on the outside, there’s nothing but hot, steamy, and raunchy fantasies brewing right beneath the surface!

Tired of keeping them hidden inside or only having them come out in the bedroom, they’re all here in the form of some wickedly hot stories. Single-minded alpha heroes, sinfully taboo relationships, and wildly over-the-top scenarios. If you love it extra dirty, extra hot, and extra naughty, this is the place for you!

(Just don’t tell the other PTA members you saw her here…)

Madison’s books have also been featured on MTV.com, VICE.com, and (probably) numerous anti-smut government and concerned citizens watch-lists.