Title: Peep Show
Author: Isabella Starling
Genre: Romantic Suspense/Dark Romance
Release Date: January 25, 2018
Blurb
She's stripping.
I'm watching. She's playing. I'm watching. She's mine, I'm coming... Bebe Hall is a heartbreaker. She's the it girl of the moment, a partygirl nobody can stop in her path of self destruction. Bebe Hall isn't the star of her own story. She's the star of mine. My name is Miles O'Reilly. I'm a photographer. An agoraphobic. A millionaire. A womanizer. I'm confined to my apartment. I don't leave. Ever. But when she sees me with my latest online conquest in the window of my apartment, my attention shifts to Bebe. And once I see something I want, I don't give up until it's mine. Forever. Peep Show is a 90,000 word novel with themes of voyeurism and dark scenes that may be upsetting to readers. If you are brave enough, come meet Miles. He's been waiting for you.
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Chapter One
I stumbled into my bedroom, giggling to myself and shaking on too-high heels and too much vodka.
A glance in the huge mirror on my wall reminded me of what I mess I was when I had too much to drink. My silver sequined dress was riding up, revealing a hint of my ass under the shiny fabric. My hair was wild, the dark brown locks a halo around my head, and my brown eyes glowed with excitement. At least my makeup was still in place, the perfect smoky cat-eye enhancing my looks, making me appear demure yet sexy. I'd perfected the art of it, making sure I always had someone eager to buy me a drink.
I sank down on my bed and pulled off the murderous black heels that had been torturing me all night. But it was okay â I'd learned to handle the pain, and when I was dancing, it never mattered anyway.
I lay back and I stared at my ceiling, letting myself think about what my life had become, but only for a short minute.
The key was never to focus on it for too long. I had to forget, and drinking, dancing and partying, was the only way I could do it. If I stopped twirling, stopped tipping back glass after glass, I risked stopping long enough to think about what I was doing. And that was the last thing I wanted to do.
I needed to forget about Posy. She was long gone, and there was no bringing her back.
I pushed myself off the bed shakily, and walked over to my window to let some fresh air in. There was nothing quite like a nice fall breeze to clear my head, and God, I needed some fucking clarity.
I opened the blinds and looked outside, the street below me illuminated with streetlights. It was gone four a.m., and most of the lights in the apartment building next door were off. I lived in a nice neighborhood of townhouses, about three apartments per floor and three floors total. It was a nice place to live, and, of course, I wouldn't have been able to afford it if it hadn't been for my parents' stack of cash in my bank account.
Being a trust-fund baby definitely had its benefits.
My eyes traveled upwards and focused on the only illuminated apartment across the street from me. I could see right into their home, but the minimalistic apartment seemed to be empty, even though it was lit up.
I wobbled on my feet and opened the window wide, enjoying the breeze on my face, slowly bringing me to my senses once again.
A thumping noise interrupted my reverie, and I looked up again, right into the apartment opposite mine. Except now, it wasn't empty anymore.
Now, there was a dark, impossibly tall figure pressing a naked woman against the window, fucking her savagely, mashing her tits against the window, her mouth opened in an endless gasp as he took her from behind.
My mouth gaped in surprise, and I moved a little to the side, hiding in the darkness and watching the show they were putting on with a smirk on my face.
The woman had small but perky tits. Her skin was dark, almost ebony, a sharp contrast to the pale man standing behind her, towering over her. She was tiny and curvy, and he was fucking enormous.
He was all toned muscle and dark, slicked back hair. His strong, muscular arm was wrapped around her neck in a chokehold, strangling the screams right out of her. And his skin was covered in dark, menacing ink, the black color stark against his light skin.
I wanted more.
I wanted to keep watching.
I shifted on my feet to get a better view of what was going on before me.
He fucked her like an animal. I could see his hips working, pushing, thrusting inside her from behind, claiming her petite body and making her mouth open in a silent scream. He fucked like a beast, and he looked like a monster. I fell in love with him right then and there.
My fingers shook as I reached for my purse, scrambling to find it on the bed and trying not to look away from the scene in front of me at the same time. I wanted to watch. I wanted to see his face when he filled her up. I wanted to see if he'd pull her hair back like I imagined he would.
I managed to get my phone out of my handbag, bringing it in front of my face and quickly snapping a picture of them. It was blurry as fuck, but it would have to do. Suddenly, I felt awake and sober, staring into the cold night outside and wishing I could swap places with the wild-haired beauty. I wanted him inside me.
A burst of inexplicable jealousy bubbled lazily in the pit of my stomach, but I did my best to ignore it. Instead, I kept snapping pictures of them. Of him.
Wishing I could see him better, I moved from behind the curtain a little bit closer to the window. My breath made foggy circles on the glass and my hands shook as I dropped my phone and reached under the hem of my dress.
The silver sequins felt cold and exciting on my fingertips, and I touched them gently before spreading my own trembling legs apart, slowly outlining the wet, dripping shape of my pussy lips between my thighs.
I was so wet.
In fact, I was fucking leaking all over my panties, the image across the street making my pussy drool so much I flushed in embarrassment.
But I couldn't help myself. Couldn't resist slipping my fingers under the sodden satin fabric of my panties, outlining my perfectly waxed pussy as I shivered under my own touch. It felt so strange, voyeuristic, to be watching them do this only on the other side of the street. And it was horny as hell.
My fingers worked their magic between my legs, slowly teasing my cunt open and finding my clit. I'd let someone kiss me at the club that night, but I didn't bring anyone back with me, which was strange for me. I liked having someone to go home with. It made me feel wanted.
I remembered his hot, needy lips. He was a nice guy, not one I'd usually go for, which was probably the reason I hadn't brought him back home with me. He had a buzzcut, and his face was clean-shaven too, and I loved the prickly feeling of his features under my fingertips, and the push of his bulge against my tummy. But I didn't let myself have it. I really didn't do nice guys, because I wasn't a very nice girl.
Lips parting in a gasp, I braced myself against the windowsill as my fingers stroked me towards an orgasm. His hand was squeezing her throat so tightly she looked like she was out of breath, her chest heaving and her mouth open so wide.
She was crying.
He was fucking her so hard, so savagely, with so little mercy, that the poor girl was crying her eyes out, all the while coming all over his dick.
Fuck!
I gasped, my fingers working in fast, messy circles to get myself off. I came with a desperate cry, my pussy making a mess all over my fingers. I'd always been such an easy comer, ever since I learned how to get off by myself.
My eyes felt strained as I looked back up, and then opened as wide as they possibly could as I stared at them. He was still choking the girl, her eyes closed and her breathing ragged, but his own gaze was firmly fixed on me.
I panicked. Surely he couldn't see me â my room was barely illuminated. But I saw them both so fucking well.
He grinned at me. Two rows of perfectly straight, impossibly white teeth glaring in the darkness of the night. He ran his free hand through his dark, slicked back hair, and carelessly scratched at the stubble growing on his chin. Then, he reached in front and pinched the girl's nipple so hard she threw her head back in a scream I couldn't hear.
He kept staring, and I couldn't look away and my heart leapt when he knocked on the window. Two sharp raps, whispering something in his girl's ear, making her eyes fly open in panic, glance across the street, and she saw me.
I stared at her. I stared at them both, unable to move, my pussy juices dribbling down my thighs.
He raised a hand and waved at me, an easy smirk playing on his lips. The devil waved and nudged the girl he was fucking, motioning for her to do the same thing. When she shook her head, his hand wrapped tighter around her throat.
And she looked at me sheepishly, and waved, just like he had.
I'd never wanted to be someone else until that moment, when I wished with absolute desperation that I was the beautiful petite girl next door getting her pussy slammed by a stranger.
He thrust inside her one last time and my own fingers repeated his motion. His eyes remained locked on me as he came, the girl crumpling in his arms, only him holding her up as he spurted inside her. My fingers fell away from my body, my poor cunt spasming by itself, leaking down my thighs, ruining the sequins of my dress and covering them in my own pussy juice.
My legs shook and my cunt spasmed as I came again.
I watched him let go of the girl, gently laying her down on the floor. I could only see her naked back against the glass, her shoulders hunched as she cried her release out, her whole body shaking with pent-up orgasms.
And then he stepped up to the window, in all his glory. He must've been over 6 feet 5. He was fucking enormous, so tall she looked like a child at his feet.
And he was completely naked, save for the condom on his dick.
His fucking cock matched his height, making my mouth water at the sight of it. He was ripped, muscles everywhere, looking not just like he worked out regularly but like he made it his mission to keep his body in perfect shape.
His cock was still hard as he took the condom off, discarded it on the floor and stroked slowly.
He grinned at me, and stroked his cock lazily with one hand as he wrote on the steamed-up window with the other.
My eyes danced across the words and I stepped forward, letting the light of the streetlights outside illuminate me. I knew he saw me now, because he jerked his dick faster, and it made me fucking ecstatic. He liked what he saw. And how couldn't he? I was always sure to be groomed to 5 feet and 10 inches of polished, manicured and slutty perfection.
I followed his fingers writing in the window and lifted my dress up, showing him my ruined panties.
His eyebrows shot up and he smirked at me, licking his fingers and palming his shaft with fast, needy motions.
I stared at his words in the window, written clumsily, some of them fucked up because he'd tried to write their mirror reflection so I could read it.
My pussy tingled at his crudeness.
My heart thumped in anticipation.
And my mind reeled with the possibilities.
I DARE YOU TO GO NEXT.
Author Bio
Dark, dirty and taboo is what Isabella Starling is known for.
An Amazon top 25 bestselling Author, Isabella has 10 books under her belt in under a year. She is a self-proclaimed Tumblr gif addict and always looking for her next forbidden story.
If you pick up a Starling book, you can count on a bad-mouthed, bossy man who will dominate his woman with a rough hand.
Add just a sprinkle of taboo, a touch of BDSM and a pinch of suspense, and you're all set for a story you won't forget.
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Title: The Break Series: Phoebe & Madsen
The Love Story
Author: Andrea Johnston
Genre: New Adult RomCom
Release Date: January 25, 2018
Blurb
Spring Break brought them together.
Summer Break tore them apart.
Winter Break will tell them if love is really enough.
Phoebe Stromberg never believed she would be charmed by her brotherâs best friend, Madsen Secksin. But charm her he did. With a kind heart and sexy as sin smile, he was the one man who made her believe in a forever kind of love.
Madsen Secksin knew Phoebe Stromberg was a force of nature, he never believed sheâd be the clam to his storm. With her fiery attitude, self-imposed boundaries, and refusal to label their relationship, he hoped distance would strengthen their bond.
Join Phoebe and Madsen as they spend their Spring, Summer, and Winter Breaks determining how much more they can be and how good life is when you find the one to complete your heart.
NOTE: This is a 3 part short story series released over 2017 but now combined into a single Ebook and paperback with a bonus chapter.
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Andrea Johnston spent her childhood with her nose in a book and a pen to paper. An avid people watcher, her mind is full of stories that yearn to be told. A fan of angsty romance with a happy ending, super sexy erotica and a good mystery, Andrea can always be found with her Kindle nearby fully charged.
Andrea lives in Idaho with her family and two dogs. When she isnât spending time with her partner in crime aka her husband, she can be found binge watching all things Bravo and enjoying a cocktail. Nothing makes her happier than the laughter of her children, a good book, her feet in the water, and cocktail in hand all at the same time.
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Savages Calista When life tried to break me I grabbed that b*tch by the throat and squeezed. Romero I’ve been called the Devil, deranged, and a savage. I lived by a code created by rebel souls. We were sinners and thieves that made no apologies for taking whatever the f*ck we wanted. Saving a girl in the woods was never part of my plans, but when I saw the crazy in her eyes I knew it was a match made in hell. Now secrets are piling up, the bodies are rotting, and time is running out to finish what I started. Forewarning, our story is more than a little f*cked up. Authors Note: I am not going to put a long ‘trigger warning’ on this book. I will say that Savages is a VERY cautionary tale that has no regard for hard limits. Reader discretion IS highly advised. <–18+
Author Bio: Natalie Bennett is the creator of erotic stories that always come with a warning label. She writes about depraved alpha a**holes and women that love to hate them. Her books don't follow any specific tropes, have no set word counts, and tend to deviate away from traditional HEA's. When she isn't in front of her computer she's spending time with her husband and their three little boys. Natalie is an avid fan of caramel frappes, horror movies, Shameless, and of course, reading. Website / Goodreads / Facebook / Twitter GIVEAWAY!
Title: A Tempest of Discovery
Series: Midnight Dynasty #1
Author: Sarah M. Cradit
Genre: Paranormal Romance
The Deschanels are back, in this first installment of the new paranormal romance series, Midnight Dynasty… Nicolas Deschanel spent thirty-two years holding court as the princeling of New Orleans and heir to his family’s dynasty, with no obligations beyond his own pleasures. Following a storm of events, his rock bottom leads him back to his family, where he finds redemption in contrite service. Paired with the pragmatic Lauren—who is deeply skeptical of his reformation—the two spend their days in seclusion, cultivating the lofty research goals of the Deschanel Magi Collective. Charlotte Fontenot is calculated and driven in her approach to her mission in Paris. With help from her cousin Julian, they follow Gabrielle and Lawrence Henry, siblings whose unusual behavior has caught the attention of witches in Paris. The cousins quickly realize neither sibling is what they seem, and Charlotte’s fearlessness leads her closer and closer to mysterious philanthropist Lawrence. With Charlotte and Julian settled in Paris, Nicolas and Lauren shift their focus to a special, secret project: quietly and carefully investigating the women of the powerful LaViolette family, distant cousins of the Deschanels. This assignment quickly leads them down a dangerous path, one where turning back is no longer an option. Events in both New Orleans and Paris begin to spin wildly beyond the control of all involved, and when the dust settles, nothing will ever be the same.
Sarah is the USA Today bestselling author of the Paranormal Southern Gothic series, The House of Crimson & Clover, born of her combined passion for New Orleans, and the mysterious complexity of human nature. Her work has been described as rich, emotive, and highly dimensional.
An unabashed geek, Sarah enjoys studying obscure subjects like the Plantagenet and Ptolemaic dynasties, and settling debates on provocative Tolkien topics such as why the Great Eagles are not Gandalf's personal taxi service. Passionate about travel, Sarah has visited over twenty countries collecting sparks of inspiration (though New Orleans is where her heart rests). She's a self-professed expert at crafting original songs to sing to her very patient pets, and a seasoned professional at finding ways to humiliate herself (bonus points if it happens in public). When at home in Oregon, her husband and best friend, James, is very kind about indulging her love of fast German cars and expensive lattes.
Title: Racing Christmas
Author: J.L. Baldwin
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 24, 2018
There are only two things Vincent Henderson loves. Racing and family. Speeding around on the track has always fueled his insatiable adrenaline appetite. A devastating loss has left Vincent without the Christmas spirit. Now, with history threatening to repeat itself, his focus has been turned to fixing his father’s old race car so he can have the strength he needs get back on the track where he belongs. That is, until Maybelle Tomlinson comes racing into his life, stopping him in his tracks. Growing up as the typical sweet, southern belle, Maybelle is the epitome of what Christmas is all about. She loves everything about the holiday. From the tree, to the lights, and everything in between.Tennessee Christmases were always spent in a place she absolutely loves...her family’s bakery, with her mother’s signature creations. When an impromptu holiday vacation throws Maybelle directly into the path of Vincent, she finds out he isn't as amazing as she once thought. He’s rude, arrogant, and downright insensitive, but makes Maybelle’s heart race faster than any car would. Digging deep to find the man she once imagined is not going to be easy, but it’s a challenge Maybelle is up for. It’s the adrenaline rush of a lifetime, but crossing the finish line isn’t always going to result in a happy ending.
Growing up, J.L. Baldwin has always had a love of fairy tales and happily ever afters. Now, she loves her fairy tales grittier, darker, and sexier, while keeping that happily ever after ending. She has always dreamed of becoming an author and that dream finally became reality when she debuted her first book in December of 2015. In her free time when she isn't writing, she can be found with a book in her hand, obsessing over Disney, thinking about a sunny beach somewhere, all while still thinking about the stories that have yet to be written. J.L. is known for writing sexy, enticing romance with delicious, devious twists that are sure to entrance you for years and years to come.
Title: Pulse
Series: The Luminous Rock Series #1
Author: K E Osborn
Genre: Rock Romance
Release Date: January 17, 2018
Blurb
She makes my pulse race.
From the moment I laid eyes on her in that ridiculous giraffe onesie, I knew this girl would rock my world.
Effaâs the lead singer of the world-famous rock band, Luminous.
And Iâm their new lighting tech, Kaden âMercsâ Mercury.
Going on tour with an all-female rock band would be simple youâd think, but these girls arenât an easy push-over.
All the while things back home are taking a turn for the worse, and Iâm losing a battle of my own that might come back to bite me on the ass if Iâm not careful. My only distraction from the ensuing chaos â a bubbly blonde lead singer, destined to brighten my life.
But with an all-male backup band, tensions are bound to run high when jealousy flares, and lines are blurred.
She sets my pulse racing, but am I enough to kickstart her heart?
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Australian author K E Osborn was born and raised in Adelaide, South Australia. With a background in graphic design and a flair for all things creative, she felt compelled to write the story brewing in her mind.
Writing gives her life purpose. It makes her feel, laugh, cry, and get completely enveloped with the characters and their story lines. She feels completely at home when writing and wouldnât consider doing anything else.
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Title: Reckless
Series: Bound by Cage #4 Author: Brittany Crowley Genre: Sports Romance Release Date: January 24, 2018
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Kyle- I’m MMA’s notorious bad boy, taking down opponents is what I do best. Groupies fall at my feet and everyone bends over backwards to please me.
In my world I’m the king. But what if living my life full throttle isn’t all it’s cracked up to be? Looking into my son's eyes makes me realize there’s more... maybe I’ve screwed up these last five years. But can I change? Sophie- Sometimes in life timing is everything. I was meant to love Kyle Cage but it wasn’t our time. Our story wasn’t meant to be written. Instead I was left with a broken heart and a little boy that reminds me everyday of the man I loved so many years ago. But my son makes me want to do better, be stronger and I’m determined to give us a good life. Now Kyle’s back in town and he wants a chance to know his son, to be in our lives. Can I get past the hurt? Can he be the father Gabe deserves? Time will tell. I just hope my heart holds out long enough for him to prove himself.
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Brittany Crowley was born and raised in Massachusetts. She still lives there today with her husband and 3 kids. Getting into the world of romance after she had her first child, she was hooked. Though she had many ideas in her head, Brittany was unsure if she had what it took to become a writer. A few encouraging words and one writing challenge later, she completed her first book. Now you can find her trying to keep up with her crazy kids and writing any chance she gets.
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Title: Hound: Cerberus 2.0 Book 2
Series: Cerberus: The Second Generation
Author: Marie James
Genre: MC/Contemporary Romance (Standalone)
Release Date: January 24, 2018
Blurb
My first job with the Cerberus MC was to grab a girl from a seedy bar. Easy money, right?
The moment I realized the blonde I was hunting wasnât around, I ended up captivated by a redhead dancing on the stage. With her striking features and sinful body, I knew she was trouble, but that didnât stop me from making her mine that night.
When I learned that she WAS the job, everything became clouded.
I was only looking for a one night stand, but when the dust settled and she ran, my only desire was to chase her.
Should I risk my job, and quite possibly my life, in order to have her? Would she even stay if I caught her?
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Marie James is a full-time working mother of two amazing little boys and wife of almost 13 years. She enjoys reading in her spare time, and diet coke is always near. Central Texas is where Marie calls home and has lived most of her life. With 13 published books under her belt, she has no desire to stop writing anytime soon and has dozens of book ideas to keep her busy.
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Title: Captive Beauty
Author: Natasha Knight
Genre: Dark Romance
Release Date: January 24, 2018
Blurb
Cilla
The Beast had Belle.
Killian Black has me.
How I got here doesnât matter, even though he says it does. Says it was my choice. He doesnât get it, though. It wasnât ever a choice for me.
And now, heâs changing the rules.
The agreement was one month. For thirty days, Iâd be his. Heâs no longer satisfied with my body alone, though. He wants my soul, too. Wants every part of me. And even though I can pretend Iâm safe when I lie beneath him, this man does something to me. Something wicked.
A thing that will break me.
Killian
Cilla made the choice. She offered the deal. I just took her up on it. So what if I changed the rules half-way in? Iâm not apologizing for it.
See, Cilla and me, weâre the same. Sheâs dark. As dark as me. Something happened to her. Something bad. It damaged her.
But itâs not a hero she seeks. Itâs an avenging angel. A dark knight. That, I can do. Iâll slay her dragons, but itâll cost her, because in return, I want everything. And Iâll take it.
Sheâs mine.
Authorâs note: Captive Beauty is a standalone romance. Think Beauty and the Beast, but twisted and dark in the best, dirtiest ways.
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Prologue 1
Cilla
Heâs watching me. I know he is. He has cameras everywhere. Why wouldnât he have one here? In this, the âspecialâ room? He told me he likes to keep an eye on his things. And thatâs what I am. A thing. A possession.
His.
Fucking his.
And today I fucked up.
Today heâll take it out of my skin.
I shudder with the thought. With the knowledge of what I know is coming.
Iâll fight him. I wonder if he expects me to. Wants me to, even. All I know is I canât submit to him. I canât let him break me.
But I am breaking. Little by little.
I wonder if thatâs why he took me.
This is a game to him. My life is a game.
I hug my knees to myself. This room is so cold, unlike the others.
I pull the blanket up around me, as much for the cold as for protection. Itâs not like I can hide my fear. He knows. He knows the real truth. Knows everything now.
My dress is torn and Iâm barefoot. He took my shoes away when he put me here. I guess the heels could be used as a weapon. As if I could somehow manage to overpower him.
I try to swallow but the lump in my throat makes it impossible. Iâm scared and I hate it. I donât want to admit it. Not even to myself.
Tears wet my eyes but before they have a chance to fall, I cover them with my hands and rub them away. I donât want him to see my weakness. He gets off on it.
I did this. I pushed him. And I can survive this. I fucking have to.
Itâs when Iâm giving myself that ridiculous pep talk that I hear his footfalls in the hallway. Hear his voice, muffled so I canât make out what he says. Probably dismissing Hugo, his fucking henchman. Like he needs one.
Every hair on my body stands on end when he slides the key into the lock. When he turns it. And when he pushes the door open, it takes all I have not to crumple. Not to cave.
It takes all I have to stand and ready myself for battle against this beast of a man.
Prologue 2
Kill
She claims I took her, but thatâs not the whole truth.
I gave her a choice. She made it.
Someone needed to be punished. It didnât need to be her. She chose this. Chose to be here.
Well, okay, not right here. Not like this. Standing against the far wall, her pretty, jade eyes wide with fear, the delicate skin around them pink from tears.
Sheâs scared.
And she should be.
She knows whatâs coming.
I warned her and she fucked up.
I take her in, pretty in pink. Pretty Priscilla. Even with her hair a mess. Her mascara a black smear across her face. Her dress ruined. Sheâs scared shitless, but sheâs defiant. I like that about her. Like her fire.
It makes my dick hard.
I close the door but donât bother locking it. No need. Sheâs not walking out of here tonight. Iâll be carrying her when Iâm through.
When I take a step, she makes a sound, something like a frightened little rabbit would make if they could make sound. Her hands are flat against the wall behind her. Itâs like sheâs trying to melt into it.
âI guess we were always going to end up here,â I say.
She has no response apart from the sudden trembling of her body. She wraps her arms around herself. I can even hear her teeth chatter. Sheâs too proud to beg though. Beg me for mercy. I respect her for that. But I do like the idea of her on her knees at my feet, clinging to me, pleading with me to spare her this one thing.
I slide off my suit jacket and hang it over the back of the chair. I watch her reflection in the mirror as I take off one cuff link, then the other, and set them both on the table. Iâm rolling up my sleeves when I return my attention to her. Her eyes slide to my forearms. My hands.
âI know, Cilla,â I say.
She looks up at me.
âI know everything.â
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USA Today bestselling author of contemporary romance, Natasha Knight specializes in dark, tortured heroes. Happily-Ever-Afters are guaranteed, but she likes to put her characters through hell to get them there. Sheâs evil like that.
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Title: Sinless
Series: The Shaws #1.5
Author: Lynne Connolly
Publisher: Lyrical Press
Genre: Historical Romance (Georgian Era)
Release Date: January 23, 2018
Blurb
In Georgian England, love can mean ruinâeven for a Shaw . . .
Lord Darius Shaw has never been in love before. But when he renews his acquaintance with lawyer Andrew Graham in a raid on a molly house, where men meet men for forbidden pleasure, they discover mutual feelings as deep as they are dangerous. For while society will turn a blind eye to an aristocratâs transgressions, Andrew has far more at stake. The son of city merchants, Andrew has a disastrous marriage in his past, and a young daughter to support. He could lose his livelihood, his reputation and even his lifeâand drag Darius down with him.
Darius and Andrewâs only choice is to deny the true nature of their relationship. But when an enemy Italian spy threatens their secretâand their futuresâthe two set out to catch him. And in the process they are forced to face their desiresâand make a life-changing decision.
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Lynne Connolly was born in Leicester, England, and lived in her familyâs cobblerâs shop with her parents and sister. She loves all periods of history, but her favorites are the Tudor and Georgian eras. She loves doing research and creating a credible story with people who lived in past ages. In addition to her Emperors of London series and The Shaws series, she writes several historical, contemporary and paranormal romance series. Visit her on the web at lynneconnolly.com, read her blog at lynneconnolly.blogspot.co.uk, find her on Facebook, and follow her on Twitter @lynneconnolly.
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