Title: Enlightened End
Series: Lotus House #7
Author: Audrey Carlan
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 26, 2018
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My world ended the day I received an eviction notice for Lotus House Yoga. Teaching yoga is all Iâve ever known. Iâve been doing tree pose since the age of two. The studio is my home, my legacy. My mother and her best friend left Lotus House to me so that I could carry on spreading goodness and light to everyone who enters our door. Now Iâm faced with the very real possibility that it will all go up in smokeâ¦unless I can convince Grant Wintersâthe most ridiculously handsome and arrogant businessman Iâve ever metâto save not only my business but all those around it. When I stormed into Grantâs office to beg and plead for a second chance at preserving what my family spent decades building, I had no idea how it would change my life. A deal was made. Heâd visit the businesses he was planning to destroy and attend classes at Lotus House while I worked to change his mind. In exchange, I had to enter his business-first world of luxury, fast-talking men, and surgically enhanced women. Turns out, I didnât fit in... Then again, neither did he. In the end, we were both enlightened.
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Audrey Carlan is a #1 New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author. She writes wicked hot love stories that are designed to give the reader a romantic experience that's sexy, sweet, and so hot your e-reader might melt. Some of her works include the wildly successful Calendar Girl Serial, the Trinity Trilogy and the highly anticipated International Guy Serial.
She lives in the California Valley where she enjoys her two children and the love of her life. When she's not writing, you can find her teaching yoga, sipping wine with her "soul sisters" or with her nose stuck in a wicked hot romance novel.
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Moonlight Seduction: A de Vincent Novel, from New York Times bestselling author Jennifer L. Armentrout is LIVE! The de Vincent brothers are back—and so is the intrigue that surrounds them—in New York Times bestselling author Jennifer L. Armentrout’s sizzling new novel . . . Nicolette Bresson never thought she’d return to the de Vincents’ bayou compound. It’s where her parents work, where Nikki grew up . . . and where she got her heart broken by Gabriel de Vincent himself. Yet here she is, filling in for her sick mother. Avoiding Gabe should be easy, especially when so much of Nikki’s time is spent trying not to be stabbed in the back by the malicious hangers-on who frequent the mansion. But escaping memories of Gabe, much less his smoking-hot presence, is harder than expected—especially since he seems determined to be in Nikki’s space as much as possible. Gabriel spent years beating himself up over his last encounter with Nikki. He’d wanted her then, but for reasons that were bad for both of them. Things have now changed. Gabe sees more than a girl he’s known forever; he sees a smart, talented, and heartbreakingly beautiful woman . . . one who’s being stalked from the shadows. Now, Gabe will do anything to keep Nikki safe—and to stop the de Vincent curse from striking again. Watch the Trailer: https://video214.com/play/68tr6CJfhPy1JH2zkvX2HQ/s/dark Trailer by: Jillian Stein Available Now! Amazon US: http://amzn.to/2GiWCeo Amazon Universal: http://mybook.to/MoonlightSeduction iBooks: https://apple.co/2p38gCM Nook: http://bit.ly/2Dn6v7B Kobo: http://bit.ly/2p4hHlm Add to GoodReads: http://bit.ly/2FBrHIW Start the Series Today! Moonlight Sins (de Vincent series, book 1) Amazon US: https://amzn.to/2v8VLen Amazon Universal: https://mybook.to/moonlightsins Nook: http://bit.ly/MoonlightSins-Nook iBooks: http://bit.ly/MoonlightSins-iBooks Kobo: http://bit.ly/2EHHQLQ Audible: http://amzn.to/2DJB1JZ About Jennifer L. Armentrout # 1 New York Times and # 1 International Bestselling author Jennifer lives in Charles Town, West Virginia. All the rumors you’ve heard about her state aren’t true. When she’s not hard at work writing, she spends her time reading, watching really bad zombie movies, pretending to write, hanging out with her husband and her Jack Russell Loki. In early 2015, Jennifer was diagnosed with retinitis pigmentosa, a group of rare genetic disorders that involve a breakdown and death of cells in the retina, eventually resulting in loss of vision, among other complications. Due to this diagnosis, educating people on the varying degrees of blindness has become a passion of hers, right alongside writing, which she plans to do as long as she can. Her dreams of becoming an author started in algebra class, where she spent most of her time writing short stories….which explains her dismal grades in math. Jennifer writes young adult paranormal, science fiction, fantasy, and contemporary romance. She is published with Tor, HarperCollins Avon and William Morrow, Entangled Teen and Brazen, Disney/Hyperion and Harlequin Teen. Her Wicked Series has been optioned by PassionFlix. Jennifer has won numerous awards, including the 2013 Reviewers Choice Award for Wait for You, the 2015 Editor’s Pick for Fall With Me, and the 2014/2015 Moerser-Jugendbuch- Jury award for Obsidian. Her young adult romantic suspense novel DON’T LOOK BACK was a 2014 nominated Best in Young Adult Fiction by YALSA. Her adult romantic suspense novel TILL DEATH was an Amazon Editor’s Pick and iBook Book of the Month. Her young adult contemporary THE PROBLEM WITH FOREVER is a 2017 RITA Award Winner in Young Adult Fiction. She also writes Adult and New Adult contemporary and paranormal romance under the name J. Lynn. She is published by Entangled Brazen and HarperCollins. She is the owner of ApollyCon and The Origin Event, the successful annual events that feature over hundred bestselling authors in Young Adult, New Adult, and Adult Fiction, panels, parties, and more. She is also the creator and sole financier of the annual Write Your Way To RT Book Convention, a contest that gives aspiring authors a chance to win a fully paid trip to RT Book Reviews.Connect with Jennifer L. Armentrout: Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/JenniferLArmentrout Twitter: https://twitter.com/JLArmentrout Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/jennifer_l_armentrout/ GoodReads: http://bit.ly/1DiIjR Stay up to date with Jennifer by joining her mailing list today: https://bit.ly/2qBce5m
Title: Whiskey Girl
Author: Adriane Leigh
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 26, 2018
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She was the one thing holding him together. Until she was gone.
And then there was whiskey.
Fallon Gentry has spent the last decade reliving one dark night in his head. The moment he lost the woman he loved when a single blink cascaded into a series of events that stole both of their lives. Now his nights are spent playing music in southern honky-tonks and nursing the memory of her the only way he knows howâat the bottom of a whiskey bottle.
A brief stint in Nashville, a hit song, and a brush with Hollywood couldn't bring him closer to God, but when the ghost of Augusta Belle Branson appears in his corner of another lonely dive bar late after dark, he's forced to confront everything he thought he knew about that fateful night, and a few things he didn't.
Heâs her contradiction, sheâs his salvation.
A firestorm of emotion consumes them when they come together after ten lost years, every moment more revealing, more unpredictable, more intoxicating than the next until the only reckoning left for Fallon is the one he must make with himself. But this time, fate may have left an after-burn too bitter to swallow. This time, he may lose his whiskey girl for good.
An unforgettable, epic love story about two lost souls who, against all odds, find themselves through their passion and music. Filled with raw emotion, this lyrical, all-the-feels masterpiece may catapult Adriane Leigh into the league of Colleen Hoover, Brittainy Cherry, and L.J. Shen. â Nelle L'Amour, New York Times Bestselling author of THAT MAN
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One
Fallon
The first time I met Augusta Belle Branson, she was fixinâ on killinâ herself.
Said the minute Iâd walked up, she was tryinâ to decide if jumpinâ off the bridge in the centerâwhere the water was deep and the current strongerâwould be a swifter end, or if she should jump near the edge, where jagged limestone slabs anchored the slow-moving current.
Certain death for sure.
I replayed the split second when the Indian summer sun burst through the orange oak leaves, a halo of warmth enveloping her.
Like an angel. Stardust sparkling straight from heaven, ploppinâ her in my path.
And then she turned, the most startling shade of liquid amber eyes breathing something real and alive, like fire, into my soul.
That same something Iâd been runninâ fromâor chasinâ, dependinâ on how you looked at itâjust about every day since.
I settled myself on the lone wooden stool that awaited at center stage, my thoughts drawing back to the present. My head swam, but the old familiar chords floated on through the current of whiskey in my blood, and I strummed the first few notes of a song I wrote a lot of nights ago by an act of sheer muscle memory.
Old acoustic guitar resting on my knee, my first and third fingers in position on the strings, the opening chords of âWhiskey Girlâ bled from my fingers.
Every chord, another dagger.
Every whispered lyric, my undoing.
I still didnât know what the fuck had overtaken me the night Iâd written this song in a fevered rush.
Well, the booze might have played a part, but I happened to think my best shit came out of uninhibited states.
Iâd just had a fuckton of uninhibited states recently.
And the harder the liquor, the more she haunted me.
Whiskey Girl.
My poisoned lullaby.
The crowd of a few hundred erupted into a standing ovation when I ended with the final, emotion-charged words.
The irony of this song was it was the one thatâd launched my career. The first single to hit radio waves and then the top spot on the Billboard charts, and brought reporters, music executives, long-lost family members I wasnât even really sure I was related to, and too much other scum with an end game that carried dollar signs to my front doorstep.
Iâd moved to Nashville a rising star and left two years later, middle finger in the air as I tossed my once-promising music career out with last nightâs liquor bottles in favor of the open road.
Chasing something.
Not finding the one thing I needed.
Playing local honky-tonks for a fraction of the money I could have made.
But the truth was, the road was the only place I could find my happy.
A familiar ball of pain formed in my throat as I stood, pushing my guitar over one shoulder and bowing deeply. I couldnât see a single face behind the glaring stage lights, but still, some part of me pretended she could be out there, that I was singing to her.
That she would hear her song and find her way back to me.
After hundreds of faceless crowds and too many bottles of Tennessee whiskey to bother counting, I still felt the pull inside me to travel to every town in America if thatâs what it took to find her.
Hell, maybe she was happily married with a few kids, a dog, and a fucking minivan by now.
I nodded my head, giving one last wave to the crowd in the dark beyond, then left the stage, taking the steps two at a time and angling past the curtains to head for the tiny-ass dressing room this dive bar provided. Heading for another chug of amber gold before packing my shit into my truck and hitting the road.
I pushed a hand through my hair, thinking maybe a shower would be in order before I bailed, when a curvy little thing backed right up into me.
My palms landed on her shoulders, warm blond waves falling in a cascade over one side. The heady scent of peaches and honey filled my nostrils. My eyes slammed closed and brought me back to summer nights under a giant oak, fireflies melding together with the stars above like a painting.
âSorry, I just dropped my phone.â The sweet-scented creature spun, brilliant smile falling from her face when our eyes made contact for the first time.
Every coldhearted memory slammed into my chest like a pallet of bricks.
I narrowed my eyes, gaze tracing the familiar yet unfamiliar angles of her porcelain face.
She was thinner now, cheeks sharp slashes of bone that highlighted her always-devastating round eyes and full lips. It was her, all right. Iâd know this woman anywhere.
âHi, Fallon.â Iâd been dreaminâ of this moment for the better part of a decade, and still, my heart wasnât prepared for those two words. My name on her lips left me with a toxic reaction.
My whiskey girl.
My damnation and my salvation.
âI need a fucking minute.â I dropped my hands from her shoulders, her skin still haunting my fingertips, and walked straight down the narrow hallway, pushing the rusted back door open so hard the hinges protested.
Warm night air filled my lungs, replacing the empty feeling seeing her again had left.
âFallonâ¦â Hell, sheâd followed me out.
And hell if wanted her to, but I didnât not want her to either.
The emotions bombarding my mind were just a-fucking-bout unbearable.
âI said I need a fucking minute.â The sentence came out as more of a growl than I intended. Before she could reply, I stomped across the potholed parking lot, aiming for my heavy-duty Ford.
I yanked the door open, digging behind the driverâs seat for a fresh bottle of my favorite recipe.
I couldnât be bothered to retrieve the half-full bottle Iâd left in my dressing room. I had to get as far the fuck away from her just to clear my head and process what her being here even meant.
My hands circled the neck of the bottle, and I opened it in a flash, chugging back the first warm bite of pleasure Iâd been craving.
I tossed the cap on my dash and fished the keys out of my pocket, about to climb into the cab and make hay, when fingertips painted a dark navy filtered into my vision and back out again, my goddamn truck keys hanging from one finger.
âFuck,â I bit out, crawling out of the cab and swiping for the keys.
My reactions were a helluva lot slower than I thought they were. How much of that bottle had I drunk before the show? I shook the thought from my head, realizing this was probably about close to my average state of play on any given day. Runninâ away from the life Augusta Belle and Iâd had took something out of me. Something only whiskey could fill.
âI donât care what your stupid ass does on your own time, but youâre not dying on mine, Fallon Gentry.â
My head pounded then. A whole fucking sentence out of her pretty pink lips, and my bodyâs old dependable reaction to her infuriating every cell of me.
Iâd never been in control when it came to Augusta. Shouldnât have been surprised it was no different now.
âAs irritating as ever, I see,â I said, swiping for my keys one more time and missing before I stumbled off around her, whiskey bottle clutched in my hand and hell on my mind.
Augusta was back, and there wasnât enough whiskey in the state of Tennessee to help me deal.
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Adriane Leigh is an Amazon Top 25 and USA Today bestselling author of contemporary and erotic romance. Raised in a snowbank in Michigan's Upper Peninsula, she was born with a book in her hand and won her first Young Authors award before the age of ten. She finished her first romance novel at 14, and hasn't stopped playing with words since. She earned a literature degree, co-founded and organized international book conventions with RARE: Romance Author & Reader Events, and has written more than 45 independent titles under various pen names.
Married to her own Prince Charming, she now lives among the sand dunes of Lake Michigan, and plays mama to two sweet baby girls. She's a romantic rebel and word junkie that believes wanderlust is life, is part of the #goodvibetribe, and wishes she had more time to read and knit scarves to keep her cozy during the arctic Michigan winters. Yoga pants, puppies, and mac and cheese also help. Never miss a release! Get an alert at: http://www.adrianeleigh.com
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âSizzling chemistry, a glamorous world, plot twistsâ¦a perfect combination held together with Adriane Leighâs addictive writing. I dove into this world, and didnât want to come up for air. I canât wait for more!â â
Alessandra Torre, Hollywood Dirt
âAdriane Leigh never dissapoints with equal amounts of heat and heart with all the sex, suspense and scandalâ¦Leighâs newest mysterious hero will have you anxiously flipping pages well into the night trying to uncover his secrets.â â
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The Proposition They call me the Charmer. My best friend Wade tells me it’s because I’m suave and mysterious. But he doesn’t know my secret. The one I’ve kept hidden from him for twelve years. The one I will never reveal to him — Rhys They call me The Brute. Probably because of my physique. And, let’s face it, because I’m a total dick at times. So Rhys likes to tell me anyway. Thing is, there’s something Rhys isn’t telling me. Something I’m dying to hear from his lips. His sinful confession. You see, I know Rhys’s secret — Wade Rhys Damon has spent most of his adult life watching Wade Tucker bed woman after woman, his dark desire for his best friend and business partner a secret he is determined to take to his grave, since he knows it will never be reciprocated. With their design firm thriving across two continents, Rhys finds himself content burying his heartache in a string of meaningless, casual sex arrangements. Until the night everything changes. When Wade Tucker stumbles upon his best friend calling out his name as he pleasures himself, he knows his relationship with Rhys will never be the same again. A year later, the memory of what Wade saw is still branded in his mind and his feelings for Rhys have evolved into something he never anticipated. As tension mounts and the relationship between the two business partners becomes increasingly strained, things finally come to a head the night Wade follows Rhys and discovers him with another man. After an explosive confrontation, Wade makes Rhys a proposition he can’t refuse: that they try things out for six weeks. Six weeks of exploring a side of each other they never knew before. Six weeks of torrid kisses and sultry touches. Six weeks of screamingly good, scorching hot sex. Six weeks of utterly losing themselves to one another. But as the end of their proposition looms in sight, can Wade persuade Rhys that he wants more? Or will Rhys’s deep-seated fears stop him from fully surrendering his heart and soul to the one man he thought he could never have? Discover Rhys and Wade’s wickedly intoxicating story in this sixth novella in the hot, contemporary romance series Nights by A.M. Salinger. Note from the author: although each book in Nights can be read as a standalone, you will enjoy this series even more if you read the books in order! This is a novella length MM romance with a HEA. EXCERPT: A muscle jumped in Rhys Damon’s jaw as he strode across the open plan workspace of the Tokyo branch of Damon & Tucker. He ignored the curious looks of the men and women seated at the neat, uncluttered cubicles lining the ebony floor and stormed inside a large, glass-lined office. He slammed the door shut and glared at the figure on the other side of the sleek desk dominating the stark masculine room while he flicked a switch. The outside world disappeared as the privacy glass changed from clear to frosted. “Why did you take Misaki off the Osaka project?” Rhys snapped. Wade Tucker placed his pen down on the file he was working on and leaned back in his leather chair. His expression grew shuttered as he locked gaze with Rhys, his slate blue eyes unreadable. “She’s not fit for it right now.” Rhys inhaled shallowly and counted to five. Breathe. Just breathe. Don’t let him get to you. “Would you care to explain?” Rhys said between gritted teeth. “We agreed months ago that it was time to give her the lead on one of the new contracts and we did so. We’re now six weeks from the deadline. The timing of this couldn’t be any worse.” Wade drummed his fingers on the white laminate table, a slight frown darkening his chiseled face. Rhys found his eyes drawn to Wade’s large hand and immaculately clipped nails. He wondered if Wade had touched anyone with that very hand the night before. Had dipped his fingers inside a woman’s hot mouth and her wet pussy. Had gripped her ass and her hips while he thrust his hard dick repeatedly into her body. Rhys reigned in on the torrid images flashing across his inner vision and cursed internally. Now is not the time to indulge in your usual fuck fantasies about this dipshit. Rhys thinned his lips, leaned against the door, and folded his arms across his chest. “I’m still waiting, Wade.” Wade let out a rueful sigh and ran a hand through his hair. “She’s made several mistakes in the past two weeks that would have jeopardized the entire project had one of the other designers on her team not picked up on them.” Surprise jolted through Rhys at Wade’s words. It was followed by a surge of irritation. “Why the hell didn’t you tell me about this sooner? That doesn’t sound like the kind of thing she’d—” “Because I only managed to pin her down and talk to her last night,” Wade said, his own voice laced with annoyance. Rhys stilled, his mouth suddenly dry. “Wait…please tell me you didn’t sleep with her!” Shock flared across Wade’s face. He scowled and jumped to his feet, his hands flat on the desk. “What?! No! What the hell do you take me for?” he barked. “An asshole who likes to dip his stick in any wet hole he can find,” Rhys said bluntly. Wade blinked owlishly, his expression so disconcerted Rhys would have laughed had the candid statement he had just made not burned through his very core. He’d watched Wade bed woman after woman in the sixteen years they had known each other, and it still hurt just as badly as the day he realized he wanted the man who ended up becoming his closest friend and business partner. Fate is a sick, twisted bitch. “You’re such a fucking contradiction,” Wade muttered. Rhys stiffened under Wade’s heated stare. “What do you mean?” Wade’s eyes darkened with a mixture of frustration and amusement. “You’ve got that whole suave, sophisticated, butter-wouldn’t-melt-in-your-mouth look down to a T,” he said, his laser-like blue gaze roaming Rhys from his carefully-styled, dark blonde hair to the polished caps of his Italian loafers, “yet you’ve got the filthiest mouth of anyone I’ve ever met.” Rhys ignored the fire licking across his skin where Wade had literally kissed his body with those dangerously mesmerizing eyes of his. He unfolded his arms, pushed away from the door, and tucked his hands in the pockets of his tailor-made trousers as he strolled casually across the office. He stopped opposite Wade and faced him across the desk. “Of course.” Rhys arched an eyebrow arrogantly. “After all, that’s why they call me The Charmer and you The Brute.” Wade’s lips twitched at the nicknames that had plagued them since their college days. “I still maintain they should have named us The Joker and The King.” Rhys’s shoulders relaxed, the tension that had been with him since that morning slowly abating. “With me in the role of king, obviously,” he said tartly. Wade chuckled, his mouth curving in a lopsided grin that brought out his dimples. Rhys swallowed a groan when he felt his dick stir in response. Sexy fucker. Wade’s expression gradually sobered. “Misaki’s pregnant. And she’s thinking about having a termination,” he said quietly. Rhys inhaled sharply, surprise tightening his muscles once more. Wade sighed. “And no, before you ask, it isn’t mine.” Rhys’s heart thudded in his chest as he considered Wade. “Who’s the father?” he mumbled. Wade rolled his eyes. “You get one guess.” Rhys’s mind raced frantically as he thought of their staff and anyone Misaki had shown interest in of late. From Wade’s words, it had to be somebody they both knew. “Not Reo?” Rhys said. “I know she had a thing for him a while back but he just got engaged, didn’t—” “For one of the smartest guys I know, you sure are dumb sometimes,” Wade interrupted, deadpan. “It’s Itsuki.” Rhys ignored the insult and frowned. “We haven’t got an Its—” He froze as a face swam before his eyes. “Oh my fucking God, you mean that Itsuki?!” Wade nodded, his eyes sparkling with mirth at Rhys’s stunned expression. “The sandwich guy?!” Rhys spluttered. “That baby-faced kid who looks like he hasn’t hit puberty yet? The one who delivers our lunch every day?!” “Shush, keep your voice down!” Wade said with a frown, eyes darting to the frosted glass separating them from the outer office. “We both know it’s soundproof,” Rhys said absent-mindedly. He crossed his arms and leaned his hip against Wade’s desk, still startled by Wade’s revelation. “Is she serious? About the termination?” he said after a while, chewing his lower lip thoughtfully. They both knew Misaki was deeply committed to her career at Damon & Tucker. She had been with their Tokyo branch ever since its inception four years ago. Wade’s gaze dropped fleetingly to Rhys’s mouth. He sat down slowly. “I’ve told her to take some time out and think about it.” He picked up his pen and rolled it between his fingers. “Her head is all over the place right now and, until she makes her decision and comes to terms with it, she won’t be able to concentrate fully on work.” “Good move,” Rhys murmured. He was still annoyed Wade had kept what had happened from him, but he was also pleased Wade had chosen to address things personally with Misaki first, before hauling her over the coals about her mistakes in front of the entire office. It was one of the reasons they had built such a successful business together and had fiercely loyal employees who rarely jumped ship. “So, who are you thinking of giving the lead on the project to?” Rhys said curiously. The pen stilled in Wade’s hand. The strangest look flashed in his eyes as he gazed at Rhys. “I thought you and I could take this one on together.” A faint smile curved his sculptured lips. “Like the good old days.” Rhys’s stomach plummeted as he stared back at Wade. The last thing he wanted to do with Wade was get back to their “good old days”. In fact, he couldn’t think of anything worse. Rhys knew there was no way he could be that close to Wade again without doing something stupid. Like kiss him. Or jump his bones. “It’ll please our client. And with the both of us working on it, it won’t impact too much on our schedule,” Wade continued in a wary tone, as if he were testing the waters. “What about Gabe?” Rhys said, conscious he was grinding his teeth. He took a breath and deliberately relaxed his jaw. “He’s got his plate full with the Hawaii project.” Wade grimaced. “Besides, I can practically see heart-shaped bubbles above his head whenever I look at him these days. If he wasn’t a guy, I’d swear he was pregnant, too. He’s positively glowing.” Gabe Anderson, one of their senior and most sought after design consultants, had recently gotten engaged to his boyfriend. Their relationship hadn’t been without its trials though, and it was a testament to the two men’s commitment to one another that they had come this far in such a short time. “Well, if anyone could impregnate a guy, I’d say it was Cam Sorvino,” Rhys murmured as he thought of the gray-eyed king Gabe had tamed. He smiled faintly when another man’s face swam before his eyes, one he knew could also lay claim to that improbable scenario. “Or Joe Cavendish. And you, of course.” Wade startled. Rhys suppressed a bitter smile at his business partner’s expression. “Don’t worry,” he drawled in the nonchalant tone he had mastered over the years of his friendship with Wade, “I know you have zero interest in sticking your dick in a man’s ass.” He pushed away from the desk and started for the door. “Who’s Joe Cavendish?” Wade said. Surprise flashed through Rhys at Wade’s tone. He paused and looked over his shoulder. “A friend.” Lines wrinkled Wade’s brow. “You should introduce me, one day.” Rhys blinked. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that was a hint of jealousy in his voice. He scoffed at himself internally then. Yeah, like that would ever happen. “I don’t think so,” Rhys said smoothly. Wade’s frown deepened. And there it is. Author Bio: Ava Marie Salinger is the pen name of an Amazon bestselling author who has always wanted to write scorching hot contemporary and erotic romance. In 2018, she finally decided to venture to the steamy side. NIGHTS is the first of several sizzling series featuring sweet, sexy men and women with dark pasts and a whole lot of love to give to the ones brave enough to fight for their hearts. When she’s not dreaming up hotties to write about, you’ll find Ava creating kickass music playlists to write to, spying on the wildlife in her garden, drooling over gadgets, and eating Chinese. Want to be the first to know about Ava’s new releases and get access to exclusive content, sneak previews, sales, and giveaways ? Then sign up to her Reader Group here and join her VIP Facebook Fan Group here. Here are some other places where you can connect with her: Website / Goodreads / Facebook / Instagram / Bookbub / Amazon / Pinterest / Book+Main Bites GIVEAWAY!
Title: Love Redefined
Series: Kings Grove #3
Author: Delancey Stewart
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Women's Fiction
Release Date: June 26, 2018
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Chance Palmer is the hottest bachelor in Kings Grove, and even his younger brother Sam sees him as a playboy and a charmer. It's nice to be admired, but Chance is ready for something serious--something like the love he had once before. The love he refuses to talk about. Michaela "Mike" Grayson fell in love once. And though that relationship gave her the son she'd never trade for anything, it came with a darker side she's still trying to escape. When Michaela's job requires her to scout a tiny town called Kings Grove as a potential resort destination for her company, she's not prepared for what awaits her there: a charming playboy with a knack for making her feel like everything in her world just might work out fine. And Chance is unprepared for the feelings he finds inside himself for Michaela, and for her son, Finn. Can Mike overcome the darkness in her past enough to trust that Chance might be more than just a fantasy? Can Chance Palmer move past the pain of his first love and fall again? This is Book 3 in the Kings Grove Series. Each book can be read as a standalone. Perfect for fans of Melody Grace, Bella Andre, Jill Shalvis and Susan Mallery.
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Delancey Stewart is an award-winning author who writes romantic fiction with humor and heart. Stewart has lived on both coasts, in big cities and small towns. She's been a pharmaceutical rep, a personal trainer and a wineseller. A wife and the mother of two small boys, her current job titles include pirate captain, monster hunter, Lego assembler and story reader. She tackles all these efforts at her current home outside Washington D.C.
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Title: Chase
A Savage Kings MC Novel
Authors: Lane Hart & D.B. West
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: June 26, 2018
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Chase Fury, the VP of the Savage Kings MC has dealt with his fair share of tragedy over the years. He never wanted the responsibility that comes with being at the head of the table, preferring to leave that to his brother, Torin. But after an unexpected attack on the Kings sends his brothers on a path of vengeance, Chase will have no choice but to take on the burden of being the man in charge.
Reporter Sasha Sheridan has steered clear of any and all bad boy bikers wearing the bearded skull for the last ten years. While investigating a story, she suddenly finds herself back in the crosshairs of the Savage Kings. Uncovering the secrets that the clubâs president is trying to keep hidden may very well put her life in danger. She may be able to handle the threat, but she canât escape the man who broke her heart.
Chase hasnât forgiven himself for hurting Sasha and causing her an unbelievable amount of pain. He still wears her name on his chest, a reminder of the night that he wrecked his bike and everything the two of them had together. Now, with secrets, lies, bloodshed, and violence causing chaos in the club, Chase is determined to use his second chance with Sasha to keep her safe. He never imagined that the best way to do that would be to get her as far away from him and the MC as possible.
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New York Times bestselling author Lane Hart and husband D.B. West were both born and raised in North Carolina. They still live in the south with their two daughters and enjoy spending the summers on the beach and watching football in the fall.
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Hardwired When Navy Seal Operative Luke Kiersey is finally granted leave after five years, he finds himself driving to a house he doesn’t recognize in a town he’s never been to. The house is home to a beautiful woman and a little girl with big blue eyes. Day after day, he drives back only to hide in the shadows and wonder why he can’t seem to walk away from them. His therapist says is PTSD. His handler tells him he’s just not cut out to be part of the civilian world. Luke can’t help but feel like it’s more. The dog tags that once hung proudly around his neck, now feel like a collar; leashing him to a life that he fears he didn’t choose. After the terrible things he’s done in the name of freedom, could he possibly be worthy of something as precious as the woman and child he continues to watch? When the two worlds collide, Luke needs his mind to be stronger than the implant the government placed in his back. They’ve told him he can’t survive without the implant they use to control him, but Luke’s wondering if he can survive without the little girl with big blue eyes and the gorgeous woman she calls mamma. Author Bio: Andrea is a wife, mother and writer from small town West Virginia. She spends her time while she's not dreaming up lovers and villains alike chasing after her two kids and husband.
Title: Me, Please
Series: Iron Fury MC #5
Author: Bella Jewel
Genre: Romance
Release Date: June 26, 2018
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I donât do love triangles.
Hell, I donât do women.
I get in. I get out. I do what I have to do.
Until I meet them. Two of them. Completely different. Both perfect.
One, soft and sweet. Beautiful in a way that takes your breath away.
The other, wild and crazy. The kind that makes your soul spark back to life.
Both of them speak to me.
Both of them want me.
Iâm in the middle of a mess, and with my own demons, I donât know how to fight my way out of it.
When the situation becomes dangerous, I have no choice but to protect them both.
And in doing that, exposing myself and them, to very real pain.
Pain Iâve fought so long to avoid.
And there they are, looking at me with those incredible eyes, both sayingâ¦
Me, please?
Bella Jewel is a self published, USA Today bestselling author. Sheâs been publishing since 2013. Her first release was a contemporary romance, Hellâs Knights which topped the charts upon release. Since that time, she has published over five novels, gaining a bestseller status on numerous platforms. She lives in North Queensland and is currently studying editing and proofreading to further expand her career. Bella has been writing since she was just shy of fifteen years old. In Summer 2013 she was offered an ebook deal through Montlake Romance for her bestselling modern day pirate series, Enslaved By The Ocean. She plans to expand her writing career, planning many new releases for the future.
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Destiny Calls College student Kay Morowa goes up against warlords, poachers and human traffickers in The Phoenix Rising – Destiny Calls. After Kay’s parents reveal that they haven’t been honest with her about her past, Kay flies to South Africa feeling bitter and anxious. Her excitement on arrival is cut short when she becomes a victim of a human trafficking ring operated by a large-scale poaching operation. Kay flees and finds her way to a dazzling refuge called Ipharadisi. There, she meets the majestic, menacing Queen Zaina and a handsome doctor named Erec. Although impressed by Ipharadisi’s beauty and noble reason for existence, Kay’s sole desire is to return home to her college beau (whom she has much unsettled business with) and to her mom and dad, whom Kay never thought she could miss so much. If Kay can survive the hand-to-hand combat she’ll need to learn to survive, she may just become the kind of peace-seeking hero her classmates would never believe. However, Kay may never get to tell the story if she can’t find her way home, or if she is forced to stay, or worse, if in doing either, Kay dies. Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / iBooks / Kobo -- Only 99¢ for a limited time! -- BOOK TRAILER: Author Bio: The Phoenix Rising - Destiny Calls was inspired by global events. Please support organizations like Restore International (Love Does), UNICEF and Wildlife Conservation Society. New York native Phenice Arielle (featured on the book cover) majored in journalism at The Pennsylvania State University. Her favorite memories are those of traveling solo through South Africa and Namibia. Having worked in both print and broadcast media, Phenice Arielle wrote, directed and produced a series of cinematic trailers for The Phoenix Rising – Destiny Calls to give fans a taste of future plans for the book and rest of the series. For book extras, exclusive content and to stay in the loop about the upcoming sequel, Website / Facebook / Twitter / Instagram GIVEAWAY!
Title: Ripped - The Price of Loyalty
Series: Everhide Rockstar Romance Series #1
Author: Tania Joyce
Genre: New Adult
Release Date: August 2, 2018
From an Amazon bestselling author comes a story of friendship, music, and undying loyalty ⦠and how hiding the truth can break more than hearts apart.
Gemma loves Hunter. Kyle loves Gemma. Hunter loves himself.
Gemma Lonsdale sings lead alongside her two best friends, Kyle McIntyre and Hunter Collins, in world-famous rock band, Everhide. Life in the public eye can be humiliating with the paparazzi tracking their every move. Having a boyfriend is not an option. But everything changes when Gemma develops feelings for one of her fellow band members.
One impetuous decision alters their lives forever. True love is hidden behind lies. Friendships are tested. Careers are at risk. What lengths will Gemma go to, to protect the band? Will more than music, loyalty and hearts be ripped apart?
Gemma.
Hunter and Kyle are my best friends. We are Everhide, a world-famous rock band.
Music is our life. Our friendship is unbreakable. Kyle is my rock. My four-four common time. The one I can always rely on. But Hunter? Hunter is something else. Heâs a playboy. Hot as hell. The one who makes me laugh. During our last world tour, something changed. He entered my dreamsâmy hot dreams. They wouldnât stop. Now, I want him to be more than just my friend. But Iâm scared. Scared that being with him will destroy our band. Our careers. Our friendship. And if I hurt Kyle, Iâd never be able to live with myself.
Kyle
There is only one thing I love more than music, and thatâs Gemma.
I never saw it coming. Gemma and Hunter? It ripped my heart in two. But I wonât ever stand in the way of their happiness. Iâd do anything for her. For Hunter. My loyalty will never falter. Even if it means hiding my true feelings. I can do this. I can keep my love for Gemma a secret. Iâll never miss a beat. Right?
One band. Three friends. Their passion for music binds them together but may also rip them apart. The angst and slow-burn love in RIPPED - The Price of Loyalty will make your pulse race and your heart ache. If you like bad girl/bad boy rock stars, sexy seduction, and heart-wrenching love stories, download RIPPED - The Price of Loyalty now.
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âGemm-maaa.â Hunter teased. âYou were moaning and muttering our names in your slee-eeep. Sounded hot. Want to tell us what you were dreaming about?â
Gemmaâs breath hitched, and her eyes shot open. Two pairs of eyes beamed down at herâHunterâs azure and Kyleâs espresso. Both guys had smiles as wide as the Brooklyn Bridge. They exchanged a quick glance, then burst out laughing.
Shit.
âDid you have a wet dream, Gem? About us?â Hunter bobbed his head in a slow, rhythmic motion and gave her a youâve-been-so-busted kind of grin.
Heat rushed up Gemmaâs neck. Knots clenched in her stomach.
Theyâd heard.
Theyâd seen.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
She sat up, tugging her bra back into place. Damn thing never stayed put. Not when she barely filled an A-cup. âYou wish,â she snapped, unable to look either of them in the eye. âAs if Iâd ever have a dream, wet or otherwise, about you two idiots. That would be more like a nightmare.â
But she was lying. To herself. To Kyle and Hunter. Her two best friends in the world.
âHere. This will help you wake up, if nothing else.â Kyle handed her a takeaway coffee. âLatte, just the way you like it.â
Gemma took a sip, savoring the dash of cinnamon topping. âThanks.â But she was in more need of a bucket of ice thrown over her right now than a hot, delicious, belly-warming latte.
âDo you need to go change your panties?â The glint in Hunterâs eyes sparkled.
âWhat?â She threw him her most evil stare. âDonât be ridiculous.â The guys could tease her all they wanted. She wouldnât let them get to her. It was just another stupid dream.
âI could help you if you want?â Hunter held out his hand, but she slapped it away.
Kyle elbowed Hunter in the arm. âOkay, dude. Enough.â
Shaking her head, she jumped to her feet. On her way past Hunter, she rammed her shoulder into his arm and stormed out of the dressing room.
Chin up, she strode along the concrete corridor and owned it like she was live on center stage. There was no way sheâd let the guys know her whole body was on fire. Sipping on her latte, she attempted to wash away the images that flickered through her mind. But it was impossible. With each step, her heart thudded, causing the ache that resided there to flare. Each breath sent a shudder through her entire system.
She had a problem.
A huge problem.
Sheâd tried to suppress it, hide it, deny it for months, but it grew stronger and stronger every day.
She was, without a doubt, in love with Hunter.
But he was a playboy. Heâd never commit. She didnât want to clock up another failed relationship to rival her motherâs long list.
She straightened her shoulders and kept putting one foot in front of the other. She had one more show to get through, then she had two weeksâ vacation away from the guys. Surely, time apart would put an end to her wild dreams.
The first dream sheâd had about Hunter had been funny, the next few rattling, but after four months of them occurring every few days, enough was enough.
There would be no more fantasies involving him. No more ogling. No more dreaming about his hot body, kisses, and oh, the sex. No more concocting what-if scenarios. Because music was all that mattered. With a new record to work on and a fully booked schedule, she wouldnât gamble with the dynamic bond she shared with the guys. Their journey to fame had bound them together. She wasnât going to fuck that up for anyone or anything. Not even her heart.
She had to fix this.
It was driving her crazy.
Hiding her feelings for Hunter had become an exhausting obsession. She had to find a way to stamp them out. Because she remembered all too well what it was like to be hurt, betrayed, and let down. First, by her father, then her ex-boyfriend, and always, always, always, her mother.
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Published in 2015 with Momentum Books (Pan MacMillan), Tania Joyce is an author of contemporary and new adult romance novels. Her stories thread romance, drama and passion into beautiful locations ranging from the dazzling lights and the glitter of New York, to the rural countryside of the Hunter Valley..
Sheâs widely traveled, has a diverse background in the corporate world and has a love for shopping, shoes and shiraz.
Tania draws on her real-life experiences and combines them with her very vivid imagination to form the foundation of her novels. She likes to write about strong-minded, career-oriented heroes and heroines that go through drama-filled hell, have steamy encounters and risk everything as they endeavor to find their happy-ever-after.
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