Nobody’s Baby But Mine
From USA Today Bestselling Author, Gloria Silk this is a gripping, romantic and sensuous novel of marriage, fidelity, fertility and the power of love.
“Gripping, romantic, sensuous and astute.”
“New women’s fiction that touches all of our emotions, fulfills our yearnings, and opens up new possibilities.”
Can Rachel and James find their way back into each other’s hearts after tasting temptation and facing devastating news? How strong is love in the face of reality? The seven year marriage between Rachel and her adoring patient saint of a husband has grown from great to blessed. But after years of failing to get pregnant all Rachel craves is a baby.
Her marriage to James is perfect…until she bumps into her sexy ex-lover, Brandon. Her desperate thought of wondering if he can get her pregnant makes Rachel realize that something has to change. After having more fertility tests she meets a beautiful pregnant career woman. It seems destined, and as they bond the young woman offers Rachel a gift that will change all their lives.
But has Rachel pushed her suddenly aloof husband away? Is it really his pressure at work or is he keeping something from her? Can they ever become a happy family, or is it too little too late? And where does Brandon come into all this when she discovers her husband’s biggest betrayal?
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The March rain pelting the kitchen windows made Rachel think of tears. And there were indeed tears in her eyes as she told JT that their best friends’ marriage was over. The inseparable love birds, Tina and Andy, were the last couple they thought would lose in the marriage roulette. Rachel had also thought that their two young children were another unbreakable bond.
Her husband frowned as he looked up from his poached salmon and asparagus laden plate. “I didn’t even know they were having problems.”
Her temples throbbed. She had been too self-absorbed with her own life and yearning for a baby that she hadn’t noticed any signs or cracks in Tina’s marriage.
Some friend you are, Rachel.
“He was having an affair with a friend of theirs since Justin was born. Tina didn’t suspect a thing…It’s so sad how everything can change so suddenly. Why would a man jeopardize his whole family life like that?”
How fragile life and relationships seemed.
Nervous for all marriages she thanked God for her own strong bond with JT. Despite their issues of unexplained infertility, their marriage was blessed even after seven-and-a-half years.
“I’m sorry to hear this. I’m shocked…but maybe he wasn’t getting what he needed from her—”
“What? Tina’s been a great wife and very patient with him all these years.” She felt her anger rise thinking of Tina’s meddling mother-in-law—so much like her own—and Andy’s fledgling music production business, which had ostensibly kept him away from home for days at a time. “It’s disgusting what he’s done.”
“I agree, but no one knows what really goes on behind closed doors.” He sighed, “But there’s never any excuse to screw up a marriage.”
Rachel shook her head. “No, and especially with Emily and Justin….” How would Tina manage with her five-year-old daughter and almost three-year-old son on her own?
He shook his head. “He’s a fool. I’m disappointed for them all.” He glanced at her, his fork half way to his lips, “Don’t worry, Rachel, I know how much you care for her. All you can do is be there for them.” He then put a salmon morsel in his mouth.
“Communication is the most important thing in any marriage, right?”
She felt JT’s eyes bore into hers as he watched her across the narrow mahogany kitchen table. Putting down his cutlery he reached for her hand nearest to him. She adored that sparkle in his gunmetal-grey eyes and that slow smile.
“We’re not like the rest, to do anything stupid and ruin everything.” With a quirked brow his thumb massaged the top of her hand.
Her heart skittered at JT’s deep knowing expression the way it had when they met at a mutual friend’s wedding in London nine-and-a-half years ago. He seemed to always know how to brighten her moods, make her smile, feel safe and whole.
He kept her grounded, focussing on what mattered most; them: them, together.
Rachel would concentrate on her part-time job with Gareth Robinson-Brown’s real estate agency and not drive herself crazy about why she was still not pregnant after five years of trying. She remembered JT’s wise words after their last specialist appointment a couple of months ago to stay patient and positive and not let anyone stress her out. That was why she had given up running her own team in a Central London agency three years ago.
Neither did she get too involved in her younger sister’s private life. Emotionally supporting the twenty-five year-old Abby without getting sucked into the turmoil of her sister’s love life was proving wise and healthier for both sisters. She pushed aside the uneasiness she had felt seven months ago when she had met Rick, the new boyfriend. Abby had seemed happy with a bright ‘I’m in love’ smile at her trendy restaurant in Islington, but the phone calls had petered out over the last couple of months. Rachel resolved to call and see how she was doing.
In the meantime, she would be truly present for Tina. She took in a breath and slowly exhaled and felt a smile play on her lips. “I know you’d never dare stray, because I’d just have to kill you.” She threw him an arch look.
JT grinned. “I’d never want to be with another woman but you, and you know it. And it can work both ways. I’d strangle any guy who even looks at you in that way.” His eyes darkened, his passionate lips thinning into a resolute line on that handsome rugged face, making her smile broaden. “Like your old boyfriend we bumped into… where was that? The French restaurant soon after we met.”
“Brandon.” Her pulse raced for a few seconds and then settled. “It was our second date.”
“Ah, so you still remember the name of that pretty-boy, no-good gigolo.” The twinkling glint in his eyes was warm and inviting. “You’ll have to make up for that, wench.”
“I truly love you, JT. How did I get so lucky?”
He smiled again. “You’re going in the right direction.” He let go of her hand for the moment it took to push his chair back and come and stand beside her. Holding both her hands he raised her left one to his lips. His touch was always simultaneously calming and arousing. He leaned towards her. “Am I reading those sexy brown eyes right? There’s more than one choice for dessert to make up for…”
She licked the corner of her lower lip while he stared at her mouth as if it was a luscious strawberry, his favourite fruit. Especially when served with melted semi-sweet dark chocolate.
“Devil’s food cake and chocolate dipped strawberries.”
His lips slowly gravitated towards her mouth.
Even after all these years together, Sundays were their full day and night for each other and no one else. Their routine became a variation of sharing a long shower or an indulgent hot soak in the tub before dinner.
Before long they lay in each other’s arms against the soft cushions on the large Persian rug. The large fire in the regal fireplace shed heat and golden light over their naked skin and the plush cream throw. The intermittent crackling of the flames accompanied Nora Jones in the background. The light banter between them changed as JT gently placed Rachel’s empty wine glass on the sofa table beside the plate with the single remaining chocolate-dipped strawberry.
He leaned closer. “I’ll make you forget everything and everyone tonight.” JT murmured low, nuzzling his lips against her ear and migrating to her other sensitive erogenous zones. Almost purring, she lay back welcoming his explorations. Her arms encompassed his broad shoulders. She closed her eyes and counted her lucky stars. Everything would work out, even filling the nursery with their gorgeous, healthy baby. Pushing the thought out by letting the languid feelings of their intimacy flood her mind, she gave herself over completely to the bliss.
“I’ll always adore you.” He groaned, inhaling into her throat. Her pulse and heart beats quickened as he explored her skin and his lips hovered so close to hers. “Don’t ever doubt it.”
“I know. I—I love you, too.” Shivers of anticipation made her voice shake. Then they were kissing, hungry and sated at the same time. As always, his touch and sure kisses covering her tingling skin melted her insides.
Lightly, her shaking fingertips traced a butterfly-light line from his neck to his shoulders. His hard biceps stiffened at her caress. She loved his strong physique. Running impatient fingers through his thick silky hair she directed his head lower and kissed him deeper. She was home, warm and stimulated, marvelling how neither tired of making love with each other despite their pressures. His work and her constant hopes for a baby.
Almost of their own volition, her hands roved down his straining back muscles, as her legs tightened around his taut buttocks and hips to meld even closer into each other.
Everything outside their circle vanished. Well, almost everything.
Ever since Gloria Silk was little her passion was creating and sharing her romantic stories with others. She always loved reading contemporary and historical novels that grasped her imagination. Gloria now writes intense, sensuous love stories.
In addition to writing romance and women’s fiction, she enjoys writing intercultural romances and about family bonds. What can be more important in life than love and family?
Born in Russia, Gloria Silk has visited and lived in amazing, exotic places in the world. Loving Europe (especially the English, Italian and French countryside) and the Mediterranean, her other favorite country is Hawaii. She has yet to visit India and Australia, her dream destinations in the name of research, of course!
Being a writer gives her the privilege to explore, travel, and meet wonderful, new and exciting—and sometimes eccentric—people. Her background in English literature, writing, and psychology helps her create unique characters for her stories. Especially the charismatic heroes and feisty heroines who find themselves in sticky situations with each other, their families, and their cultures. There is nothing more satisfying than knowing readers love her warm heroines and the gorgeous enigmatic heroes, like she falls in love with them.
When she is not painting in various media or watching romantic movies, or cooking up a storm for her family and friends, she hangs out with her writing friends and other creatives.
Although she was brought up in England, she now lives – and writes – in the Toronto, Canada, with her own love of her life, soul-mate husband, her gorgeous and fun daughter and her smart, blonde Cockapoo, Princess Bella.
Please email Gloria Silk with any questions or comments at: contact@GloriaSilk.com
Title: Without Apology
Series: The Without Series #1
Author: Aubrey Bondurant
Genre: Contemporary Adult Romance
Release Date: April 29, 2018
Heâs neat, always on time, and a professed workaholic. Iâm messy, always running late, and looking for more from life than just my job.
Yet our mutual attraction is undeniable.
The last thing I expected after our first date was to have Simon show up at my office. The charming and funny guy I'd met was now gone, replaced by the cold and calculating man in an impeccable suit. While my professional future is now in his hands, I canât stop thinking about how his hands would feel on my body.
Whatever had started between us can't possibly happen now, but thatâs easier said than done. Because the more I try not to think of his sexy smirk or
delicious accent, the harder it is to stay away. And if our forbidden office kiss is any indication, his resolve is slipping too.
I've sworn I'd never fall for a man who puts his job first.
Too bad my heart isn't listening.
***Without Apology is for mature audiences due to steamy bedroom scenes that are in no way contained to just the bedroom.***
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As I unloaded my full carry basket onto the belt, I couldnât help noticing the man in front me who was wearing a charcoal gray suit. He was attractive, but what instantly perked up my ears was his British accent. That wasnât something one often heard in this suburban town outside of Dallas, Texas.
He was talking to the elderly cashier, who I knew as Laverne, about lacking the identification necessary to buy the bottle of champagne she was holding in her hand.
âYou have my word Iâm over the legal drinking age, whatever that may be here in Texas.â
Laverne adjusted her thick glasses and shook her head. âUnless you have some sort of identification proving it, honey, I canât sell it to you.â
He searched the inside pocket of his suit. âUnfortunately, my passport is back in my hotel room. Is there any chance you could give me the bottle now, and I could return tomorrow with my ID?â
Nice try, I thought, but then realized the words had inadvertently slipped out loud. When his ice-blue eyes focused on me, my body immediately responded. Because the eyes were only part of what made up his gorgeous face, now turned in my direction.
Damn, David Gandy had nothing on his younger version, for sure. The manâs mouth turned up in a slight smile towards me before he sighed at Laverne, seemingly recognizing that her cataracts and sour expression made any use of his charms a wasted effort.
Taking pity, I stepped up. âHey, Laverne, how about I pay for the bottle? I have my ID if you need it.â
She hesitated and then glared when Brexy, my new mingled word for British and sexy, pulled out his wallet, probably to front me the money.
âYou keep your wallet and your cash where it is, honey. What you two do in private ainât none of my business, but donât be doing it in front of me. Rules are rules.â
Brexy and I exchanged arched brows at Laverneâs suggestive way of putting it, but he stowed his wallet and said, âUnderstood. I promise to, uh, finish this transaction in private.â
Now he was smirking. The expression suited his handsome features very well. I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing out loud.
As Laverne scanned my items, she started chatting. âMaking snickerdoodles with the girls tonight?â She directed the question towards me.
âYes. Sure am.â I noticed the manâs gaze flick over to my left hand. Subtle he was not. Then again, neither was I. âMy three nieces,â I offered, feeling like an idiot for needing to clarify that point.
âYou donât need her identification, I take it?â he inquired, making room for me to slide my credit card at the terminal in front of us.
Laverne tsked âIâve known Peyton here for nearly the twenty-nine years sheâs been on this earth, so Iâm quite aware of her age without needing proper identification.â She handed me the receipt after bagging everything and added, âSheâs also quite single.â
And with that, she was moving on to the next customer.
I shook my head over her use of the word âquiteâ in front of single. Because âsingleâ wasnât enough, she had to add the word âquite,â making it sound as if I couldnât possibly be more single.
Small towns. Gotta love âem.
Aubrey Bondurant is a working mom who loves to write, read and travel.
She describes her writing style as: "Adult Contemporary Erotic Romantic Comedy," which is just another way of saying she likes her characters funny, her bedroom scenes hot, and her romances with a happy ending.
When Aubrey isn't working her day job, or spending time with her family, she's on her laptop typing away on her next story. She only wishes there were more hours of the day!
She's a former member of the US Marine Corps and passionate about veteran charities and giving back to the community. She loves a big drooly dog, a fantastic margarita, and football.
Title: Belleza and the Brute
Author: Jane Matisse
Publisher: Hot Tree Publishing
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: April 28, 2018
The modern remake of a classic tale that twists the fictional into possibility.
When two lost souls are brought together in an unlikely circumstance, itâll take more to scare this feisty beauty away from a domineering beast. A story of love, loss, and learning to accept when life gives you a second chance.
Elena Salazar has taken care of her gambling-addicted brother since her parentsâ death. When he calls her late one night asking for help, sheâs thrown into Tristan Mercierâs life and is at his mercy. Unable to pay her brotherâs debt, a contract is signed: she will live and work for Tristan for six months while her brother is sent to rehab.
Tristan Mercier is scarred, both physically and emotionally. He lost his happily ever after five years earlier in a fire that nearly took his life. Heâs broken and bitter, but with Elenaâs arrival, things are changing, and the feelings he thought long buried begin to resurface.
Can this brute open his heart to give his belleza a chance?
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Jane Matisse is a professional introvert who began reading romance novels at the age of thirteen. She graduated with a BA in English Literature in 2014 and has been working hard ever since to put her degree to good use. Although it took her two years to finally finish her very first rough draft, she is thrilled to have recently released her debut The Blogger and the Hunk.
Matisse loves all things Jane Austen, will choose tea over coffee any day, is a Phantom of the Opera aficionado, and has been an avid book blogger since 2013. She currently lives in SoCal with her family and three fur babies: Max, Thumper, and Percy.
Title: I Dare You
Author: Shantel Tessier
Genre: Sports Romance/Suspense
Release Date: April 27, 2018
What do you do when the devil has you in his sights?
You show him that you can play his game.
Austin Lowes is new to town. She's running from a mom who hates her to her dad who cares nothing about her. Only a few months and she will be free, or at least, that's what she hopes ... until she meets him.
Cole Reynolds is the devil disguised as a man. He wants her fear, he wants her blood, and he wants her soul.
Just a little game, he says, I dare you.
Will Austin survive him, or will she lose herself and the game?
Secrets are revealed and justice will be served, but at what cost?
Who survives and who doesn't?
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âWhy am I here?â I ask, wanting to get this over with.
Cole takes the bottle from my hand and brings it to his lips, taking a big gulp. His Adam's apple working as he swallows.
I cross my arms over my chest, trying to look unaffected. But Iâm having trouble breathing.
âWeâve been thinking â¦â he says, rubbing his chin.
âWe want you to be a part of our group,â Deke finishes his sentence.
I look among the five of them and start laughing nervously. âYouâre joking, right?â
âNot one bit,â Deke says, shaking his head.
âNo thanks,â I say and turn to the door. I twist the handle and start to pull it open, but a hand slaps on the door above my head, holding it shut.
I jump back to look at Cole. He leans against it casually, getting comfortable and blocking my only exit. âIt wasnât an offer, Austin.â
My eyes narrow on him. âWhat makes you think I want anything to do with you guys?â
âDeke,â Cole says, lifting the bottle to his lips again.
I spin around to see Deke step up to us, his phone in his hand facing Cole and me. A video plays, and itâs of me driving Coleâs car away from the warehouse after he stole the red car.
âHow did you get that?â I demand.
He just chuckles, placing the phone in his pocket. âI donât kiss and tell, baby.â
My eyes narrow on him calling me baby. I turn back to face Cole. âYouâre blackmailing me. Again.â
He shrugs carelessly. âYou can call it whatever you want.â
âIâm calling it what it is,â I snap. âYou know damn well that I had no idea what you had planned.â
He pushes off the wall and leans down, his face inches from mine. I can smell the cinnamon on his lips and canât help the shudder that runs through me. âI dare you to prove it.â
âYou son of aââ
âIn order to join,â Deke interrupts me, âyou have to pass a test.â He crosses his arms over his broad chest.
âIâm not interested â¦â
âInitiation,â he corrects himself.
âI donât want to be involved with whatever fucked-up shit you guys are in.â How many different ways do I have to say it?
âLet her out,â Kellan says, but no one listens to him.
Deke continues. âYou have to fuck one of us while we all watch.â
My heart starts to pound at his words. And my eyes widen when he takes a step toward me.
This is a joke. It has to be.
He arches a brow in challenge when I just stand there staring at him. âYou want me, baby? Iâm ready.â He licks his lips as his blue eyes settle on my legs. Then he reaches down to his jeans and unbuttons them.
Heâs serious! My eyes immediately shoot to Cole.
His eyes hold their usual anger as they glare down at me, but a slow, devious smile spreads across his face, and the guys start laughing. âWell, thereâs your answer, man,â one of them calls out from behind me.
My jaw tightens. âI donât want to â¦â
âLeave us,â Cole orders, interrupting me. And like the trained sheep they are, they all walk out. I can still hear their laughter as they walk down the hall, the door slowly shutting behind them.
I plop down on one of the lounge chairs, trying to slow my racing heart. âYou canât force my hand, Cole. Not with this.â
He walks over to where I sit. Reaching out, he runs his busted knuckles along my cheek. I swat his hand away, afraid of what will come out of my mouth if he touches me.
His hand grips my hair and yanks me to stand. I cry out as he shoves my back
against the closed door. He towers over me, pushing his body into mine. Iâm panting while he holds me still. He dips his head to whisper in my ear. âAre you a virgin, Austin?â
âNo,â I growl. My hands come up to push him off me, but he grabs them and pins them above my head. I whimper, and my thighs tighten.
âThatâs a shame.â He sighs, and his breath skims across my skin making me shudder. âI like to take pretty, innocent things and destroy them.â
âYouâre sick,â I say, panting.
He chuckles but doesnât deny it. âBut that doesnât make you want me any less. I saw the way you stared at me in the car. The way you licked your lips when I thought about kissing you. The way you whispered my name. How you stared at me when I got out of the pool. And letâs not forget the way you allowed me to touch you last night. Tell me, were you disappointed when I didnât throw you on the bed and fuck you right then?â I moan. âI bet youâre wet right now.â
âCole,â I growl his name, not wanting him to see how right he is.
But he ignores my warning. âYou wore red for me again, sweetheart. You wanted my attention, and you got it. Now what are you gonna do with it?â
Shantel is a Texas born girl who now lives in Tulsa, Oklahoma with her high school sweetheart, who is a wonderful, supportive husband and their two daughters. She loves to spend time cuddled up on the couch with a good book.
She considers herself extremely lucky to get to be a stay at home wife and mother. Going to concerts and the movies are just a few of her favorite things to do. She hates coffee, but loves wine. She and her husband are both huge football fans, college and NFL. And she has to feed her high heel addiction by shopping for shoes weekly.
Although she has a passion to write, her family is most important to her. She loves spending evenings at home with her husband and daughters, along with their cat and dog.
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Title: Clipped Wings
Series: Kings MC Romance #2
Author: Betty Shreffler
Genre: Standalone MC Romance
Release Date: April 27, 2018
They call me the Devilâs assassin. Itâs true. I have blood on my hands.
As the VP of the Serpents, my life is driven by loyalty, honor, brotherhood.
Until I see her.
Too young, too innocent. Mine to claim.
What I am, what I do, can never reach her. My dark secrets are scars I bear alone.
Iâm torn between my duties and the woman Iâll die to protect.
Until...they try to take whatâs mine.
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THE CLUBHOUSE IS buzzing with life tonight. Every member and their olâ lady came out for the cage fight. No other MC members are allowed on a night like this. Itâs in-house and exclusive. Keeps the outcome private and the bruised egos of the losers contained. I plan on bruising more than their egos. I want them carried out on a fucking stretcher.
These men arenât my brothers. They donât know loyalty, honor, or respect the patch and the brotherhood it stands for. Theyâre weak men. Men who get off on torturing and raping a woman who couldnât defend herself against them. I donât see them as equals. Iâll never see them as equals.
Through the church room is another set of double doors. This is where we have our fight cage and private bar. Wooden benches line two walls, the cage taking up the other two. Between the benches and the fight cage are high top and low top tables with bar stools and chairs. Every seat is filled and the liquor is pouring heavily. A few bucks make their rounds on whoâs going to win the fight. Itâs fun play for my brothers, but for me, tonight is about so much more.
Lighting dim, it makes the blood stains on the cage mat harder to see, but itâs there as a lingering memory of previous fights. Fights Iâve been a part of. Blood Iâve contributed myself. You donât last in the Serpents as long as I have without shedding some.
Across the cage, between the bars, I can see Drake and Levi getting themselves worked up for the fight. A slap to the face, some words for courage, a shot glass thrown back. Next to me are Mercy, John, Tex and RJ, some of my closest brothers. Mercy slaps my bare back and hands me a shot.
âFuck âem up.â
With the shot thrown back, I bob my head. Shirt in my hands, I pull it over my head and toss it on a chair. Reaching into my pocket, I retrieve the brass knuckles I brought. Thatâs an advantage with the cage fightsâthere are no rules.
Christian opens the cage door and dips his head, indicating Drake and Levi need to enter. Shirts off and in their jeans, they go into the cage, bouncing on the tips of their feet. Theyâre wired and ready, probably high on coke too. Another advantage for me. With intent steps, I flex my muscles and give Christian a hard stare as I enter the cage.
The door locks behind us and I measure my opponents. Levi is tall and gangly, has speed, but will easily be put off balance. Drake has muscles, a solid core, slightly shorter than I am, but he always steps before he punches. Itâs been engrained in me to study the way every man I know fights, especially the ones closest to you.
Bloodshot eyes and their hyper energy are telltale signs theyâre high. The corner of my mouth raises when the circling starts. Theyâll come at me together at first, in hopes to overpower me, wear me down. Then once Iâm tired, theyâll split up and go for individual attacks to give themselves breaks and ensure I remain exhausted. Theyâre dumb fucks if they think the fight will last that long.
They both charge and I slam into Levi. Hand to his throat, I ram him into the cage bars, knocking the wind out of him. Grip tight on his throat, I bring the brass knuckles down on his face. Blood spurts from his nose, then again from his busted lips.
âFuuuck!â the word roars from my chest.
The cold steal slices across the lower left side of my back. Enraged, I turn on Drake and see him holding the bloody switchblade.
If blood is what they want, blood is what Iâll give them.
Fast hand to his wrist, I wrap my elbow around his arm and kick his leg out from under him. The blade drops and I flip him over slamming him to the ground. No hesitation, I snatch the blade and whip it across his cheek. Blood pours from the thin, neat cut. Flicking the blade into my other hand, I nail it into his thigh.
With the painkiller effects of the coke running through his system, he bellows from the wound, but still has a lot of fight. Seeing Levi come at me with a set of spiked knuckles, I get one brass-knuckled punch to Drakeâs face before I duck and roll, dodging the swing of Leviâs arm.
Quick on my feet, I feel the warmth of my own blood running down my skin on the inside of my jeans. Thatâs gonna need stitches. I need to move fast before I lose too much blood. Drake pulls the blade from his thigh and limps to his feet, holding the bars of the cage.
Circling one another, the crowd is alive with energy, screaming and hollering inaudible words at us. Theyâre hungry for more.
Waving my fingers, I encourage their attack. Leviâs got good legs, so he comes at me first. With an uppercut of the brass knuckles, he lands on his back. One hard boot to his face and heâs lights out.
Drake circles me, blade in hand. With a fast swing, he grazes my arm, slicing it enough to make me bleed, but not enough to make me give a fuck. The fresh scent of copper fills my nostrils. Crimson red covers Drakeâs face and stains his jeans. Watching his feet, he lunges again, and I grab his hand, lock onto it, turn inside his arm and elbow his face, breaking his nose. Pulling his hand backward, the blade drops. With one swift turn, I put brass to bone, knocking him on his ass.
I only stop when I see his eyelids. Heâs out cold, and I heave a breath, controlling my fury before I murder him here in front of everyone. Rising to my feet, I pull the brass knuckles from my bloodied hand. The cage door opens for me, and I step out to hoots, hollers, pats on the back, and shots shoved into my hands. I down two for the pain.
All the faces are an adrenaline pumping blur until I see herâmy Sparrow. Running to me, I enfold her in my arms, kissing her hard and fierce.
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Betty Shreffler is a bestselling author of paranormal romantic suspense and contemporary romance. She writes sexy and suspenseful stories with hot alphas and kickass heroines with twists you donât expect. She also writes beautiful and sexy romances with tough women and their journeys at finding love. Betty is a mix of country, nerdy, sassy, sweet and a whole lot of sense of humor. Sheâs a fan of photography, reading, watching movies, hiking, traveling, drinking wine, and all things romantic. She lives with her amazing hubs and five fur babies. If sheâs not writing or doing book events, then you can find her behind the lens of a camera, in the woods, or sipping wine behind a deliciously steamy book.
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A Kenshaw Ranch Novel
Author: Piper Frost
Genre: Western Romance
Release Date: April 27, 2018
My luckâs never been the best when it comes to anything other than women. Hell, even women deal me a bad hand every now and then. Like the time I slept with my boss's wife. That was my last day of employment in Sin City.
Iâm Chase Haring and if you ask my friends theyâll tell you I donât have the best track record.
Now that Iâm back, Iâm taking it in stride. Iâve got my tattoo shop. Iâve got the bar. And I've had damn near any woman I wanted in this small town. That means I want out of here for good.
When a smiling redhead walks into the bar, I know I definitely havenât had her.
This town doesnât create people like her.
One sexy night in a haunted house is all it takes. And now weâre inseparable and thoughts of leaving for good become less appealing.
Sheâs what I need in my life.
Positive. Refreshing. Happy.
Interest moves to lust and straight to love before anyone expects it. Before I even get to know any layer but the happy-go-lucky girl she lets everyone see. Sheâs refusing to let the negative world get to her. Sheâs also refusing to forget the saying 'everything happens for a reason'. That's why when I walk away, she watches me go without a blink of an eye.
Iâm good at a tantrum, especially when you rip up my heart like only sheâs capable of doing. Iâm bad at figuring out how to move on, especially when itâs Kaydence I have to move on from.
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Thelma and Louise. Boris and Natasha. H.Q. Frost and M. Piper. When these two teamed up to form Piper Frost, they never knew how amazing it would be working together to create wonderful masterpieces of joy, tears, humor, and heartbreak. Piperâs favorite part about Frost? The fact that she puts up with her. Period. Also the fact that she makes her writing better every damn time. She's friggin' brilliant. Frosts favorite thing about Piper? Frost loves the fact that when they get together to create it becomes a tornado of brilliance that Frost couldn't be more grateful to be caught up in with Piper. Piperâs artistic abilities and mad skills make Frost so proud to be associated with her (it makes her look good too). Also if Piper didn't adult for the both of them, not much would get done.
What they both know as true, however, is that creating babies together has been the best adventure either of them has ever been on.
Author: Elena M. Reyes
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Erotica
Release Date: April 27, 2018
Four years of celibacy have turned Hunter Miles into a predatorâa dangerous man. Heâs horny. Hard. And coming home from college, he never expected to find Bailey Jones so tempting.
Itâs an instant infatuation.
Sheâs the one woman he shouldnât wantâhis little sisterâs best friend. The last time he saw her she was a knobby-kneed little girl, but what welcomed him home was all womanâher decadent curves and a flirtatious smile tossed at him each time they are within armâs reach.
Offering up her body to a man hanging by a very thin thread.
Fuck the consequences. He wanted her, and she was going to be in his bed by the end of the week.
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âWhy?â It came out harsher than I intended, and immediately I felt bad. At once, my body lost some of its rigidness.
Bailey fidgeted, swallowing hard, her hands going to the edge of her tank top and scrunching the materialâtwisting it in her tiny hands while one foot tapped the hardwood beneath her.
Sheâd changed, and to be honest, I didnât know which outfit was more of a danger to my mental stability. My cock was hard at the sight of her in this simple and sweet sleep set. Wept at the taunting way the material highlighted every curve I hungered to taste.
It wasnât anything risquÃ© or made to be provocative, and thatâs what made it sexy.
Shortsâsoft, and in a light pink cotton with a matching top. The fabric molded onto her curves like a second layer of flesh in the most delicious way.
âWhy what?â she whispered, bringing me out of my perusal of her lithe form.
Her evasive answer wouldnât do, and I took in a deep breath. I decided to change my approach. âWhy does she think you kissed him, baby girl?â I asked again, tone much softer. The subtle hint of huskiness caused her breath to catch. For her pupils to dilate a tiny bit. âAnswer me, little B. Why does she insist on you being his?â
And while her reaction to my presence placated me, it took everything within me to not spit that out, dripping in the acid that churned in my gut. Just the thought of her being with anyone was pushing against the invisible thread that held my sanity.
Baileyâs green orbs narrowed. She tried and failed to look offended by my question. However, at the corner of her plump lips was a small hint of a smile. âThatâs none of your business, Hunter.â
âDefiance isnât in your best interest, Bailey,â I countered, taking in the small shiver that rushed up her spine. âEverything that has to do with you is my business.â
âSince when?â Placing her hand on her hip, she cocked her head to the side with an arched brow. âThree and a half years have gone by, Miles, and barely a word. One email conversation, and a handful of calls. Thatâs it. In my eyes, our friendship is tentative at best.â
I almost smiled at the use of my last name. Whenever she was annoyed with me, I was Miles.
âAnd Iâll apologize for that misconception.â Standing up, I locked eyes with her. Made sure that she saw the wantâthe truth in my stareâwhile I made my way across the room. She swallowed and took a step back, but for each one of hers, Iâd take two. Didnât stop until there was but a mere inch of separation between her body and mine. A stray curl caught my eye, and I reached out to place it behind her ear, my fingers skimming down the side of her neck. âBut we will never be estranged, sweet girl. Never could be strangers when we share so much history together.â
âShared. Past tenseâ¦â didnât miss the breathiness in her voice. ââ¦I donât know you anymore.â
I devoured the sight of her chest rising and falling with each exaggerated breath. The way her nipples tightened, pressing against the thin fabric of her top. How the goosebumps on her skin spread, having nothing to do with the roomâs temperature.
She wanted me closer. Welcomed this pulsing need that flowed between us.
Inhaling deep, I took the subtle scent of vanilla into my lungs and hissed as an electrical pulse rushed through my every nerve ending. It settled on the swollen tip of my dick. My chest expanded with the act and her eyes wandered lower, down my torso, and then paused at my throbbing erection.
Bailey licked her lips, and I smirked. âEyes up here,â I crooned low, and green eyes met grey. There was no mistaking her labored breathing nor the heavy-lidded look of desire she wore. Something Iâd use to my advantage to make baby girl mine. âIâm only going to say this once, so pay attention.â She nodded, and I leaned down to her level, placing my lips next to her ear. âFor most of my life youâve been that adorable little girl who slept over and was my sisterâs best friend. My friend. But tonight...fuckâtonight, when you walked in and our eyes met, that reality ceased to exist. That tiny beauty I knew morphed into a beautiful woman that I plan to get to know. Romance, and then someday soon...own. Because I will. Of that I have no doubt.â
Placing a finger over her lips, I silenced her. âNo more words. Let me show you with actions.â My lips skimmed down her neck and nipped her collarbone before walking out of the living room and up the stairs. Left her standing there dazed and immobile.
Iâd laid a lot on her tonight, and she needed to process. Accept her new reality.
That Hunter Miles was going to woo the fuck out of her.
Elena M. Reyes was born and raised in Miami Florida. She is the epitome of a Floridian and if she could live in her beloved flip-flops, she would.
As a small child, she was always intrigued with all forms of artâwhether it was dancing to island rhythms, or painting with any medium she could get her hands on. Her first taste of writing came to her during her fifth grade year when her class was prompted to participate in the D. A. R. E. Program and write an essay on what theyâd learned.
Her passion for reading over the years has amassed her with hours of pleasure. It wasn't until she stumbled upon fanfiction that her thirst to write overtook her world. She now resides in Central Florida with her husband and son, spending all her down time letting her creativity flow and letting her characters grow.
Title: Hunter's Mark
Series: Copper Creek #4
Author: Wendy Smith
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: April 26, 2018
No one has ever said no to Ash Harrisâuntil Constance Shaw. But when the grudge he holds against her finally comes to a head, Constance must run to save her life â¦
â¦ right into the arms of Corey Campbell.
The only other occupant of the mountain, Coreyâs perfectly happy with the life he leads. Sure, itâs a little lonely, but he does what he wants when he wants.
When Constance shows up on his doorstep, the gentle giant with the big heart finds it hard to say no to her.
Turns out sheâs exactly what he needs.
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Wendy Smith published as Ariadne Wayne for 3 years before deciding she didnât want to be someone else all the time. Heavily influenced by stories in the media, she decided to try something new, and the Copper Creek series was born. With lots of love and a touch of darkness, her stories will twist their way into your heart.
Title: King Sized
Series: Royally Screwed #1
Author: Madison Faye
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: CoverlÃ¼v
Photo: James Critchley
Model: Charlie Garforth
Release Date: April 30, 2018
You might say itâs poor form to throw the bride over your shoulder caveman-style and run off with her, especially if itâs not your wedding.
Itâs her wedding day. Iâm not the groom. Oh, but Iâm going to beâ¦
The world may call me a King and a gentleman, but thereâs nothing gentle about me. Iâve fought like hell to get to where I am, and these rough hands want one thing and one thing only â to hold her and never let her go.
Sheâs my obsession â my addiction. Blonde, blue-eyed, innocent and tempting, with lips that beg to be tasted and curves that were made to press against me.
But a rival king â a cruel, evil piece of shit â has stepped in to buy her hand and her innocence with the promise of paying off her parentsâ debts. He thinks that makes her his, but heâs about to learn how wrong he is.
You see, the rumors about my royal staff arenât tall tales. She deserves a real man. A better man. King Milton just isnât the right fit for her.
â¦Oh, but I am. And Iâm going to âfitâ with her so well that sheâll be moaning for more. Iâm a king, after all. And kings take what they want.
And tonight? Iâm taking her.
Iâll do anything to make her my queen.
â¦Even if I have to steal her.
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Title: Weather the Storm
A Southern Roots Standalone
Author: LK Farlow
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Release Date: April 26, 2018
Magnolia Ellington is all too aware that dangerous things can come in shiny packages. Her husband made sure to teach her that.
Desperate to escape his wrathâand his fistsâshe flees in the dark of night. Seeking safety and shelter with the only family she has left, Magnolia finds herself in the sleepy, Southern town of Dogwoodâand in the arms of Simon McAllister.
Simon has always been more of a thinker than a doer. That changes the minute he meets shy and mysterious Magnolia. She has him rushing into action, ready and willing to do whatever it takes to earn her trust.
Slowly, with his steadfast determination and kind heart, Simon brings Magnolia out of her shell. But just as things start heating up between the two of them, the darkness of Magnoliaâs past resurfaces, threatening to rip apart everything theyâve worked so hard for.
With their future hanging in the balance, Simon fears heâs losing Magnolia. Now, he must convince her that, together, they can weather the storm.
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I jolt awake, momentarily disoriented by the rhythmic beeping coming from my right. Beep. Beep. Beep. Again and again, the sound causes my temples to throb. Even though my eyes are still pinched closed, I know this is not my room, and I am not in my bed. Without warning, the events that led me here flash through my mind: hitting Simonâs truck and the subsequent ambulance ride. I remember the CT scan, and being given pain medication. I must have fallen asleep shortly after that.
I inhale deeply, trying to get my bearings, and cringe at the smell of antiseptic hanging in the air. God, I hate hospitals.
Slowly, I try to blink my eyes open, only to immediately close them again. Whimpering at the brightness of the room, I sink farther into the small, firm mattress before steeling my resolve to try again.
I peel one lid open and hold it, adjusting, before peeling the other open as well. âSo bright,â I whine to myself, squinting up at the light above me. My head feels like an entire drumline has taken it as their practice space; the thrumming and pounding is incessant.
With all the strength I can muster, I roll my head to face the far wall of the small hospital room, only to startle at the sight of the most gorgeous man Iâve ever laid eyes on sleeping in the chair in the corner, his light-brown hair messy, his chiseled jaw covered in stubble. âS-Simon?â I whisper, more to myself than to him.
All the same, he jolts like someone took a live wire to his skin. âYouâre up?â He lunges from the chair toward me, gently taking my hand in his, scanning my body before bringing his deep-blue eyes to mine. âAre youâfuck, you have no idea how happy I am to see those baby-blue eyes right now. Let me call for your doctor.â
He starts to withdraw his hand from mine, and I let out the most pathetic whimper, halting him. âDonât go,â I beg.
âNot going anywhere. Just gonna hit the call button,â he assures me, leaving me feeling foolish, even though that wasnât his intention.
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LK Farlow (A.K.A Kate) is a small town girl with a love for words. Sheâs been writing stories and poems for as long she can remember. A Southern girl through and through, Kate resides in beautiful, sunny LAâthatâs Lower Alabama, yâallâwith her amazing husband and three wonderful children. When sheâs not writing, you can find her snuggled up on the couch watching nature documentaries while she crochets or with her nose in a book. All Kate really wants in this life is her family happy, strong coffee, a good book and more Happily Ever Afterâs.