Title: Color Blind
Series: Fans of Football #1
Author: Leigh Lennon
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Najla Qamber
Release Date: June 22, 2018
Liz
A bond. A connection. Our difference in color didnât matter; we were made for each other. A love so strong nothing could come between usâuntil someone did. Faced with an ultimatum, I made the only decision I could but it was never about skin color, for me. Saying good-bye to him left me in pieces, never to be the same without him.
Now, many years later, I am face to face with the man no one could ever compare to. The feelings Iâve pushed aside for him threaten to boil over. I must fight them. I canât go back. I need to protect my family, myself.
Israel
Here I am, face to face with the one that got away, the one that abandoned me, the one no other woman could measure up to. I still need to know why she left. Did she leave me for her family money? Was it my skin color? She left by choice, leaving me broken. Iâve never been the same without her.
But now that sheâs in front of me, I canât let her get away again. My slightest touch leaves her covered in goose bumps. Liz is using everything she has not to give in. I hope she will. I need her to be mine, to once again be my Buttercup.
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Leigh Lennon is mother, veteran and a wife of a cancer survivor. Originally with a degree in education, she started writing as an outlet that has led to a deep passion. She lugs her computer with her as she crafts her next story. Her imaginary friends become real on her pages as she creates a world for them. She loves pretty nails, spikey hair and large earrings. Leigh can be found drinking coffee or wine, depending on the time of the day.
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Title: One Last Heist
Author: Dahlia Donovan
Publisher: Hot Tree Publishing
Genre: Gay Romantic Suspense
Release Date: May 26, 2018
One last heist.
It shouldâve been easy. Crack a safe, steal from a villain, and go on vacation. The last thing Mack and Toshiro expect is to descend into a nightmare of betrayal.
Mack Ueda-Easton loves three things: his husband, heists, and his odd family of friends. He lives life on the edge. The only cloud on his horizon is the degenerative disease stealing his sight.
Toshiro Ueda-Easton tries to juggle his husband, his autistic sister, his interfering mother, and all of their heists. He knows theyâre spiraling out of control and the journey theyâre travelling canât last.
What neither of them expect is to get catapulted straight into a dangerous conspiracy. Theyâre now in a race to come out on top. If they fail, the consequences are unimaginable.
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Dahlia Donovan wrote her first romance series after a crazy dream about shifters and damsels in distress. She prefers irreverent humour and unconventional characters. An autistic and occasional hermit, her life wouldnât be complete without her husband and her massive collection of books and video games.
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Title: Cross
Series: The Gibson Boys #2.5
Author: Adriana Locke
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 25, 2018
Cross Jacobs was a screw-up.
Everyone knew it, especially him, and the point was hammered home when Kallie Welch drove herself right out of his life. But, sheâs back. Seeing Cross wasnât on Kallieâs to-do list. She didnât think she could avoid him forever but trying never hurt anyone. One minute sheâs standing by herself and the next sheâs accosted by a rich, velvety scent that could only belong to one man: Cross. At face value, heâs divine. All rugged and confident with a smile that melts her right where sheâs standing. It doesnât take long to find him to be charming, witty, and the owner of a few legitimate businesses. Not at all like the mischievous boy she left. He laughs and her heart flutters. With a touch of his hand, sheâs dizzy. Sheâs fairly certain sheâs going to die when he pulls her into an embrace and touches his lips to her forehead. It feels right. It feels so right. But is it?
Note: This novella was originally released in the Team Player Anthology last winter. It has been updated a bit with a few new chapters to round out the story.
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Chapter One
Cross
âWhere have you been in that thing?â Machlan shouts.
The roar of his muscle carâs engine winds down and he clicks the transmission into park. The purplish-black paint shines in the early afternoon sun.
Having just backed out of a parking spot onto Main Street, I check my rearview mirror. No one is coming. âBluebird Hill,â I tell him. âAfter all that rain last night, I figured Iâd test the new tires Walker put on my truck last week.â
âYouâre a fuckinâ kid.â He laughs.
âSays the man driving that,â I tease, pointing at his ride.
âIâm not sure what your point is. This car is the baddest thing in town.â He punches the gas, the motor roaring like a banshee.
Glancing around at Doc Burnsâ office with two cars in the parking lot and the Linton County History Museum across the street that only opens for the Water Festival once a year, I grin. âThatâs not saying much.â
âGo to Hell.â His hand slips through his dark hair and over his chin. The amusement in his features evaporates as I watch ⦠and cringe.
I know this look. I know all of his looks, actually, a by-product of being his best friend as long as I can remember. Many of them concern me and a lot of them worry me. But this one? Itâs a flashing red sign with Vegas-inspired lights.
The thing is, I canât just ignore it. When this look comes, so does the topic of my sister and, even though I love the both of them, I wouldnât mind seeing them in a padded room until they fix whatever it is between them that is so broken.
With a sigh, I jam my truck into park too. âYes,â I say, answering the question heâs yet to ask. âHadley called and isnât coming home this weekend. She said maybe next week.â
His jaw works back and forth as he stares down the street. âWhy?â
That single word is spit with a lifetime of emotion. Machlan has loved my sister since the day she moved to Linton with our father and me when our mother died. She was fourteen and innocent and he was fifteen and infatuated. Through the years, they were off and on and together and notâat least officially. Everyone knew Machlan and Hadley were one and the same.
Iâm not sure why she moved away from here. Being both her brother and his best friend precluded me from certain information, which is for the best. They both drive me nuts without having the details.
âNot sure,â I reply. âShe left a voicemail last night saying she wouldnât be home today. She didnât pick up when I called her back.â
He flips his gaze to me. âYou didnât talk to her after that?â
âSheâs a big girl, Mach,â I mock. âIâm sure she had shit to do.â
âYeah.â His fingers regrip the steering wheel as his jaw goes back to work again.
âIâm gonna go wash this before I head back to the gymââ
âSheâs all right, though. Right?â he interrupts. His face is stone-cold sober. âI mean â¦â
âSheâs fine.â
He waits. Blinks. Re-grips the wheel again. âThatâs it?â
Popping my truck into drive, I blow out a breath. âYeah, thatâs it. You want to know more? Call her. What a fucking amazing concept.â
âYeah. Iâll get right on that,â he snips back.
âYou should. Then you could quit this whole thing.â
âGot nothinâ to quit, man. Just being a decent guy.â
A decent guy. Itâs my turn to turn my knuckles white on the steering wheel.
Machlan isnât a decent guy. Heâs a fucking great one ⦠much better than the guy Hadley is seeing now. A guy I havenât mentioned to Mach since I got home a couple of weeks ago from visiting her. Iâm not mentioning him, either. Iâll save the boyfriend an ER bill and myself the bail money.
I canât blame him. It has to be hard to see Hadley with another guy when, in Machlanâs mind, sheâs his girl.
My stomach twists like it always does when my mind goes down this road. At least my girl didnât bring other guys back with her. Hell, she didnât even come back at all.
âHere comes Kip,â Machlan says, bringing me out of my reverie. Nodding toward the road in front of him, he laughs. âIâm not moving.â
I twist in my seat to see the sheriff coming toward us. He blares the siren twice as if to get us to move. We donât.
Machlan pokes his head out of the window. âNeed somethinâ?â he shouts.
Laughing, I watch Kipâs car slide carefully between Machlanâs and the curb on the other side.
âYou canât park in the street!â Kip yells.
âWhat are ya gonna do about it?â I holler.
âTake ya both in.â
âDonât you have somewhere to be?â Machlan asks. âSomeone to protect and serve? Or service, if I know you?â
Kip shakes his head as Machlan flips him the bird. The sirens come on again before Kip hits the gas and speeds off down the street and vanishes over the hill.
When I look back at Machlan, his attention is on his phone.
âWhat?â I ask, curious about the smile on his face.
He looks at me and laughs. Sticking the phone in the cup holder, he shrugs. âNothing. But can you do me a favor?â
âNo.â
âI need help moving a couple of things at Crave. Come help me. Just for a few.â
âWhatâs in it for me?â I ask.
âA beer?â
Throwing the truck in neutral, I rev the engine. It barely sounds before his is screaming over top of mine and we jet off in opposite directions. I get to a stop sign at the end of the street and do a quick one-eighty to head to Crave.
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USA Today Bestselling author Adriana Locke lives and breathes books. After years of slightly obsessive relationships with the flawed bad boys created by other authors, Adriana has created her own.
She resides in the Midwest with her husband, sons, and two dogs. She spends a large amount of time playing with her kids, drinking coffee, and cooking. You can find her outside if the weather's nice and there's always a piece of candy in her pocket.
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Title: Defied
Series: Blood Duet #2
Author: Maria Luis
Genre: Sexy Romantic Suspense
Release Date: May 31, 2018
I am both a sinner and a saint, but I bleed vengeance.
For years, Iâve lived in the grey⦠until her.
Avery Washington didnât belong in the shadows, but I dragged her into the darkness anyway.
One kiss, and I would stop at nothing to possess her.
One caress, and my need to destroy wavered.
Our attraction was poison and pleasure.
They say the devil recognizes his own, but I never saw Avery coming.
She's determined to light the matchsticks, and I can't resist going down in flames...
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Maria Luis is the author of sexy contemporary romances, though she may or may not have a few historical romances hiding in the cobwebs of her computer. When she's not writing about strong men and the sassy women who sweep them off their feet, Maria is a historian who specializes in medieval England and 19th century New Orleans. What do the two eras have in common, you ask? Not much, except for disease, scandalous activities and crime--Maria's favorite topics. Maria lives in New Orleans with her better half, where she can generally be found hiking with her two dogs, Zeus and Athena, kayaking in Louisiana's inter-coastal waterways, or curled up on the couch with a good book.
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Title: Often
Series: Iron Orchids #4
Author: Danielle Norman
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 31, 2018
Difficult roads often lead to beautiful destinationsâ¦
He wore suits and I wore biker boots.
He went to university and I went to trade school.
He lived in a big home and I lived in a tiny apartment.
When my world was turned upside down, he took me in his arms and promised to help me find a new direction. Now Iâve lost my job, been separated from my friends, and any day an eviction notice was bound to show up.
Unfortunately, my journey was tougher than he had imagined.
When nothing goes right, look whoâs left.
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Before becoming a romance writer, Danielle was a body double for Heidi Klum and a backup singer for Adele. Now, she spends her days trying to play keep away from Theo James who wonât stop calling her or asking her out.
And all of this happens before she wakes up and faces reality where in fact she is a 50 something mom with grown kids, she's been married longer than Theoâs been alive, and now get her kicks riding a Harley.
As far as her body, she can thank, Ben & Jerryâs for that as well as gravity and vodka. But she says that she could never be Adeleâs backup since she never stops saying the F-word long enough to actually sing.
Danielle writes about kickass women with even better shoes and the men that try to tame them (silly silly men).
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Hands of the Colossus: A Steampunk Space Opera Adventure One massive shadow organization. One bad ass heroine. Holly Drake just wants a simple thing–to destroy the Shadow Coalition and the evil at the heart of their business. Using tip-offs from the secretive government official pulling her strings, Holly and her crew swoop in, break up the cash drops and steal the money. If one or two baddies die on accident, no big loss. Right? Holly could do this forever, picking the Coalition apart till not even bones remain. Until someone goes missing. In that moment, everything changes. To save the victim, Holly and her team will put everything on the line to penetrate the mysterious Shadow Coalition and stab at their enigmatic leadership: the Hands who protect the Heart. Treacherous journeys across the 6-moon system in space-zeppelins, dangerous infiltrations of the Coalition, bartering with thieves, and relying on the seedy underbelly of the 6-moons. Anything it takes. But … is the whole set up a trap? How many snares will Holly and her crew have to spring to the save just one victim? This is Holly Drake and her crew of thieves. If they have to, they’ll go into the hornet’s nest to get the job done. But will it be their final job? The Hands of the Colossus features a snarky, strong, bad ass heroine fighting against the odds to save the helpless. If you don’t like seeing a woman experience self-doubt, overcome obstacles, and then dominate, this book is not for you. Love strong female leads, an entertaining cast of characters, and adventure? Then grab your copy today! -- EXCERPT: “What do you think, Trip?” Holly Drake asked. She glanced at the pilot of the ship the SC Olavia Apollo. The female was a Centau, which Holly would have never imagined using in her life. However, tech genius crew-member Darius had sworn that she wouldn’t compromise the operation and turn over their illegal activities to the Centau leadership. Despite his scoundrel ways, Darius had proven himself enough that Holly trusted him. “Can you do it?” The Centau turned to the stare at Holly, where she sat in the co-pilot seat, and smirked. “‘Think I can do it?’ What sort of question do you ask me, Drake?” “A nervous question. I hate space-flight.” “Yes. So you’ve said. Repeatedly.” Trip’s dark gaze flickered over Holly’s face, then went back to the monitor. Charly was already suited up in the air-lock and waiting, while Odeon was strapped in behind Holly, humming. This mission wasn’t the sort that lent itself to drinking for nerves. Was it a terrible thing to ask her Druiviin friend that he hum to help her through the ordeal? Probably. But there weren’t a lot of options at the moment. “You needn’t worry the least. Centau ships are the most advanced in the known galaxies. He’s mapping the gravity of this misshapen moon as we approach for landing. It won’t even be rough. And I will have very little to do with the actual landing. It is in the hands of the Olavia Apollo’s AI.” Trip gestured at the video image of the moon on the monitor as they approached. It was a small one, indeed. Around seven and a half miles at its longest and as lumpy as a potato-tuber hybrid. Darkness and unfiltered sunlight gave the moon’s surface relief, revealing its pockmarks, scars, and vast gouges. There were several transponders attached to the surface. These transponders were what had brought Holly and her team to the small moon in the first place. Holly held her breath as their ship, in some mysterious advanced physics and engineering, slowed upon nearing the touchdown. A low noise began suddenly, whining through the background sounds of the ship’s systems. Holly looked around, panic rising as the danger seemed to grow. “What is that?” she whispered, clutching the hard cushion of the edge of her seat. A calming violet hand appeared on her shoulder. She could see it in her peripheral vision. “It is you, Holly Drake,” Odeon said. There was a song in his voice, and a slight tone of humor. “Peace. You are nervous. All will be fine.” Trip’s gaze was also on Holly. “Shouldn’t you be watching this landing?” There was a definite edge in Holly’s tone. No peace at all. “The AI. If I interfere, I could ruin the landing. Olavia Apollo has it.” Trip nodded at the sleek control board. “Don’t worry.” The first time they’d ridden with Trip, Holly had expected wood, brass, and a large steering wheel—like the space zeppelins. Not at all what she found. Instead the small space cruiser was something right out of the future. Trip barely even piloted it. That didn’t stop the Centau from wearing a white jumpsuit with patches on the upper arms and a pair of goggles with amber tinted lenses. Right now the eye-pieces were on top of Trip’s ivory stubble-covered head as she watched the surface of the moon float toward their ship on the video image on the screen. “What is it you want to do with the transponders?” Trip asked. She watched the video footage onscreen as they moved closer to the surface. A knot tightened in Holly’s gut. Her stomach stretched taut. Her shoulders arched back against her seat slightly. Odeon’s hand burned through her jacket, seeming to heat up as the tension tore through her body. She wasn’t sure what she feared—crashing too hard into the unforgiving surface of the moon or their ship ripping apart and sending them all careening into the void of space, like flecks of ice off one of the un-terraformed ice moons of Ixion. The one they were about to land on was one of the few asteroid-like moons, and therefore peppered with transponders on all sides, repeating audio and video signal through the 6-moon system. If Odeon’s hand hadn’t been there, if Odeon’s low song hadn’t been worming its way into her ears, digging deep into her brain, pirouetting across her neurons like an ancient earth-ballet dancer, soothing her like a pied-piper of lore, Holly knew that she would have been nothing more than a puddle of adrenalin, dispersed through the low-G-interior of the ship, floating around like rain drops. She did not like space-flight. The ship balanced, thrusters fired, a harpoon-like anchor ejected and tethered their ship to the rock and they connected with the moon in a light thud, touching down. Author Bio: I'm passionate about human rights, animal rights, and living life with no regrets. I love how becoming a parent has deepened my devotion to making the world a better place. I do that best by crafting stories that attempt to answer hard questions--the ones I think about most--while also being entertaining and fun. 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Title: Cheat Codes
A Dawson Family Series Novel
Author: Emily Goodwin
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 31, 2018
Archer has always wanted what he canât haveâQuinn Dawson. Since the moment he saw her, heâs been denying his feelings for her, ignoring the void in his heart he knows only she can fill.
Everything about them was wrong, the kind of wrong that felt so right. But none of it mattered. Not the terrible timing. And definitely not the mess it would create if Archer made a move on his best friendâs baby sister.
It was supposed to be one night, but one night is all it takes to make everything more complicated, and they only have nine short months to sort it all out.
No, none of it mattered. Until it did.
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Imagine Dragons - Whatever It Takes
Campsite Dream - Beautiful Mistake
Ariana Grande - No Tears Left to Cry
David Guetta/Sia - Flames
Selena Gomez - Back To You
Zedd/Maren Morris/Grey - The Middle
Bon Jovi - Livinâ On A Prayer
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Those little bitty shorts ride up her tight ass as she walks. I want to put my hands on it. Press my cock up against it as I kiss her neck, gathering her hair into one hand and move it over her shoulder.
I swallow hard. I canât think like that. Not here. Not now.
Not ever.
âAre you done?â Quinn puts one hand on her hip and for a split second I think she knows what Iâm thinking.
âYeah,â I say, picking up my last piece of bacon. I pop it in my mouth and stand, bringing my plate over to the sink. Quinn takes it from me and bends over to let the dogs lick the remnants of eggs. Her ass is in the air right in front of me, and I wonder if sheâs doing it on purpose to get a rise out of me.
Because she is, and I have to change my stance thanks to my hardening cock.
âQuinn,â I start, not sure what to say, but I have to say something. âWe should talk.â
âAbout what?â She straightens up and rounds on me, crossing her arms. Her eyes meet mine, drilling in with an intensity Iâve never seen from her. She has little flecks of blue in her brilliant green irises that I havenât noticed before.
I move closer, stepping over Boots. If I say it now, there will be no more wondering. No more waiting. Sheâll either take me or leave me, but at least Iâll know. I can kiss her now or move on. Somehow, someway.
Itâs not hard. All I have to do is open my mouth and let the words come out, speaking with unwavering vehemence as I tell her how I feel.
Yet, I canât.
Standing here looking at Quinn, with her messy hair, thick sweater hiding her perfect tits, and dogs circling around her feet in hopes of more food, I feel more nervous that I did the first time I stood in front of a patient on the operating table with a scalpel in my hand.
âArcher?â
âYour wrist. Howâs your wrist?â
âMy wrist?â she questions, nostrils flaring. She lets out a sigh and picks up the plate the dogs licked clean. âSame as yesterday. I ordered a posture brace on Amazon to help with my shoulder pain, not that you care.â
Iâd offer to massage her shoulders, but the moment my hands land on her back, all bets are off.
Suddenly, Quinn advances. Sheâs inches away, arms crossed tightly over her chest and head tipped up to mine.
âThatâs not what you wanted to talk about.â She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and cocks her head. âIs it?â
âQuinn.â
âDonât Quinn me, Archer Jones. You know as well as I do you werenât going to talk to my about my wrist.â She lets out a frustrated breath and lets her arms fall to the sides. Her fingers brush against me, and my skin feels electric just from that small touch.
Goddammit.
âBut fine. Iâll play that game. Here.â She holds up her hand. âExamine me, doctor.â
Her words are meant to mock, but they do the opposite. Iâll examine every inch of her body. Twice. Three times. Just to be certain nothing was missed.
I take her wrist and tug her forward, knocking her off balance so she falls against me, both her hands flat on my chest. I slip my other hand around her waist, stopping at the small of her back. Quinnâs lips part and she gasps.
Instead of struggling to get away, she relaxes in my arms, and nothing has ever felt more right.
Even though this is wrong.
Quinn is in my arms, back arched and tits against my chest. My cock is hard, pulsing against the confines of my jeans. Thunder booms above and Quinn shivers.
âDo you still want to talk?â My voice is gruffer than I intend, but the harshness does something for Quinn. She slides her hands up my chest and around my shoulders.
âThere are other things Iâd rather do,â she says, voice breathy. Fuck. Sheâs killing me. She brushes her hips against mine, feeling my erection through my pants. âAnd I think you would too.â
I do. I so fucking do and she knows it.
âArcher,â she says softly and hearing her whisper my name is almost enough to make me come right then and there. I slowly bring my face down to hers. Iâm going to kiss her. After all this time, itâs finally fucking happening.
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Emily Goodwin is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author of over a dozen of romantic titles. Emily writes the kind of books she likes to read, and is a sucker for a swoon-worthy bad boys and happily ever afters.
She lives in the midwest with her husband and two daughters. When she's not writing, you can find her riding her horses, hiking, reading, or drinking wine with friends.
Emily is represented by Julie Gwinn of the Seymour Agency.
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Title: True North
Series: Bad Idea Series #3
Author: Nicole French
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 31, 2018
They said I was a bad idea. Poor. Violent. Criminal.
They said Iâd amount to nothing, and I believed them too.
Until I met her.
Layla saved me from my worst, but sacrificed her best to do it. Now the tables have turned, and it's time for me to bring her back to the land of the living.
But I might be too late.
Because sometimes our worst demons are those we never expect. And sometimes getting rid of them isnât a choice at all.
The odds have always been against us, but this time is different. But how can I be her true north if I'm still finding my own direction? I'll never know if I don't try. And one thing's for sure: I'll try anything for her.
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Nicole French is an East Coast/West Coast hybrid creature, Springsteen fanatic, hopeless romantic, and complete and total bookworm. When not writing or teaching about writing, she is hanging out with her family, playing soccer with the rest of the thirty-plus crowd in Seattle, or going on dates with her husband. In her spare time, she likes to go running with her dog, Greta, or practice the piano, but never seems to do either one of these things as much as she should.
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Title: Rough Stuff
Series: Dirty Bad Things #3
Author: Madison Faye
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Coverlüv Photo: Darren Birks Photography Release Date: June 4, 2018
We were supposed to be strangers. It was supposed to be a one-time thing.
Now the mob wants me to be her bodyguard, and make sure no one touches her.
â¦Oops.
The Marines taught me to fight and to be a man. But life as an enforcer for the mob taught me to get my hands dirty. Thereâs no job too rough for me. That is, until I meet the new assignment.
Fiery red hair, sweet curves that that melt me, and a sass that makes my blood run hot. Iâm supposed to be Quinnâs bodyguard. The only problem?
Weâve met before.
Oh, weâve met alright â one night, no names, nothing held back, when I claimed her as my own. Rough, hard â exactly how she wanted it. Her hair wrapped around my fist and her moans etched across my brain.
My boss, the vicious head of the Moretti crime family, thinks sheâs his. He thinks he can lock her away in some tower like a little bird in a glass cage and claim her as his own.
Heâs about to learn how wrong he is.
Because Quinn might be beholden to him, but she belongs to me. Iâll guard that body alright, and Iâll burn down heaven and hell to make sure they all know that sheâs mine.
Please note that while a connected storyline, each of the Dirty Bad Things books are completely standalone stories centered around one couple, with no cliffhangers or spoilers. Dirty, filthy, and oh-so-sweet, with an utterly obsessed alpha hero, explosive insta-love, and enough kindle-melting steam to make you sweat. Get ready to get wrong in the right kind of way. As with all my books, this one is safe, with no cheating (trust me), and a HEA guaranteed.
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#1 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, thereâs 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, theyâre all here in the form of some wickedly hot stories. Single-minded alpha hero, 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 donât tell the other PTA members you saw her hereâ¦) Join the mailing list for author updates, special prices, and a **FREE BOOK!** http://eepurl.com/b-b5Pz
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Title: GENT
Author: Harloe Rae
Genre: New Adult Romance
Release Date: May 30, 2018 Raven Elliot blasts into town like a wrecking ballâstriking and devastating. With a few simple words, my reliable routine crumbles to dust.
âIs this seat taken?â
I could close my eyes and let her voice wrap around me like a loverâs caress.
But this isnât that kind of story.
And Iâm sure as hell not that kind of man.
She hovers in my space, batting her lashes and smiling shyly.
The glimmer in her sapphire eyes is a promise of peace.
But Iâm not falling for it.
And Raven doesn't take the hint.
What starts as a battle of wills, explodes into a turf war.
She stands directly in my path everywhere I turn.
No matter how hard I shove, she wonât budge.
Raven seems dead set on driving me insane.
But I was here first.
And Iâm not going down easy.
After all, no one ever taught me how to treat a lady.
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âListen, babeââ
She holds up her hand like a stop sign and for some reason, having her interrupt doesnât bother me.
âDid you just babe me?â Her question is all sass.
âSure did, sweetheart. Call âem like I see âem. Donât pretend to be offended. We both know why youâre over here talking to me.â
Her face turns an adorable shade of pink. âFirst, stop with the nicknames. Second, are you for real? What the hell is wrong with you?â
âI donât see any issue. Youâre the one disrupting my quiet evening.â
âWhat the⦠I mean, seriously? I want to sit down and this is the only available spot. You honestly think I came over here to hit on you?â
Her ridiculous question doesnât deserve a response. My glare matches hers as I silently explain my opinion on the matter. My expression must tell her everything she needs to know.
âWow, youâre an asshole.â
âYouâre the third woman to call me that tonight. Be careful, I might get a complex.â
âAw, poor baby. Iâd hate to dent your fragile ego,â she snips with a curl in her lip.
âThereâs nothing fragile about me. Donât worry. Iâm hard and solid. Wanna feel?â I ask and pat my abs.
She nods to my hands. âNo, thanks. Iâd hate for you to rub off on me.â
âDoes the grease under my nails bother you? Princess is afraid of getting a little dirty?â
âDo you get a rise out of being mean?â
I lean against the bar and cross my arms. âI donât get many complaints. Youâre not from around here, so Iâll fill you inâthe ladies love me.â
âPretty sure I saw Barbie McCleveage storm off after chatting with you. She didnât look too satisfied.â
âNow whoâs using nicknames? Jealous much?â
âHardly,â she huffs.
I smirk before checking out her rack, being extremely obvious about it. Pushing her buttons takes away the tension from earlier, replacing it with a surprising ease. Fighting with her is the most nonsexual fun Iâve had with a woman in a long time. Wonder how sheâd react if I called her maâam.
âAll right, all right. Youâve broken me down. I was set on not having any company tonight, but for you, Iâll make an exception. If you insist on standing here, blabbing away, Iâve got far better uses for that luscious mouth. My place isnât too far away,â I suggest while waggling my brows. My behavior is over the top, but what can I say? Sheâs bringing out the best in me.
Her lips part in shock. This stranger just stares at me, and Iâm sure sheâs about to turn away⦠or slap me. Either way, mission accomplished.
But this chick is full of surprises.
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Harloe Rae is a Minnesota gal with a serious addiction to romance. Sheâs always chasing an epic happily ever after.
When sheâs not buried in the writing cave, Harloe can be found hanging with her hubby and son. If the weather permits, she loves being lakeside or out in the country with her horses.
Harloe is the author of Redefining Us, Forget You Not, Watch Me Follow, and GENT. These titles are available on Amazon.
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