Title: Not the End
A Standalone Novella
Author: Gianna Gabriela
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: July 27, 2018
I needed you.
I needed you to tell me I was beautiful.
I needed you to tell me it was all going to be okay.
I needed you to be with me.
To love me.
To protect me.
I needed youâ
but the sad thing is you didnât need me.
You didnât want me.
You never cared about me.
And when you gave up on me, I gave up on me too.
I lost myself because I found all my self-worth in you.
And when you left me, I left myself too.
Now Iâm left wondering, could I come back for me?
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Author Jenna Lee: "Such a powerful short story that will stay with me forever. I believe everyone that went to high school will relate to this story."
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Magic Beyond The Covers Book Blog: "Such a powerful story. I was in tears reading it. Dimah struggles every day with other kids at school. She goes through an emotional few months. Aron goes to the same school as her and takes notice of her. They form a friendship that she didn't realize she needed."
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Gianna Gabriela is a small-town girl living in the Big Olâ City of New York. Sheâs been reading for years and calls it her addiction. Her favorite genre to read is anything in the YA, NA, and Contemporary Romance realm. She's a writer of the sexy alphas you want and the strong heroines you need.
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Series: Demons of Hell #1
Author: Elizabeth Knox
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: July 28, 2018
I had it all, or at least I did according to everyone else.
I had the club, I had the most powerful husband, the Prez of the Demons of Hell MC.
I had a family.
Heâd told me time and time again the club was my âfamilyâ.
My âfamilyâ let a lot of things happen to me that shouldnât of.
My âfamilyâ did a great job of turning a blind eye.
My âfamilyâ was great at letting me be the punching bag for their mistakes. For all of his pent up anger and frustrations.
My âfamilyâ was the reason I almost died.
When Rage came into my life I saw nothing else.
His name was a warning and I didnât listen.
Elizabeth is a romantic suspense author most popular for her Mob and MC books, the international bestselling author of Reign, Redemption, Revenge, Relentless, Promised, Tough as Steele, Stripping a Steele & Blackjack.
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Title: No One But You
Author: Alexandra Silva
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: July 27, 2018
They say bad things happen in threesâ¦
I made a mistake. I kissed the right boy, but married the wrong man. They were friends. Best friends. Until my life fell apart.
Something was stolen and then something was given in its place.
I had so much in my grasp, maybe it was too much because everything started slipping.
Only one thing remained the same.
My first crush.
My first kiss.
My first love.
They say you canât miss what youâve never hadâ¦
But I swear I had her. At least for one kiss.
I left the right girl and tried to replace her with the wrong woman.
It didnât work because I still missed her.
I promised my best friend Iâd always look after his little sister. And our other best friend promised to never break her heart.
We have circled each other all our lives but our time never came.
Weâve never had our moment until now.
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âA penny for your thoughts?â
I swear every time he talks to me my heart just about explodes out of my chest. Jamieâs voice is so different. Itâs changed. Itâs deeper and rumbly, and it makes me think and imagine things that I donât usually go out of my way to think about let alone imagine. It makes my belly do acrobatics and my mouth water.
How is that possible? How can his voice alone do that to me?
âAre you still angry with me?â He asks as he sits on the edge of the hot tub my parents had installed on the first floor balcony.
Itâs such a pretty view. The water and the trees that surround one side of it with all the beautiful grey, white and light blue lake houses that line it in a cosy and enclosed U. You can just make out the green rolling hills surrounding us with the large church spire just about breaking the treeline. Itâs just so wonderfully beautiful.
âIâm not upset with you,â I hear myself reply even though I am a little.
To be honest I think Iâm a little more heartbroken that heâs leaving than I am angry. I was so looking forward to having Jamie around at Oxford, but heâs going to do an Overseas Exchange to UCLA so he can learn from some great minds like Doctor Wilson Wellerâa teaching and practicing Neurosurgery god. Or whatever Jamie calls him. Phillip decided to stay close to home at UCL even though he got an offer to Oxford just like Jamie and Richard did three years ago. He doesnât want to leave his new girlfriend, Jamieâs sister and one of my best friends, behind. I think Iâm a little bit jealous of them, even if am happy for them. Jamie is just coming round to the idea, and I know that the only reason why he came to find me is probably because he still doesnât know how to handle them being so touchy and lovey dovey with one another.
âYouâre not?â He shuffles closer until the side of his thigh touches mine.
His legs are different too. They have a light smattering of hair that kind of matches his chest and the trail down from his navel. I canât help but run my eyes down his slightly defined torso and down the light trail of fuzz that leads down to the top of his shorts, all the way down his shorts to his thighs and knees.
Iâm so distracted by all his golden skin that I donât even realise how fast my heart is beating until I feel the hammering in my chest pulsing up my neck to the back of my throat.
My skin heats as he wraps his arm around my bare shoulders. His thumbs lightly strumming the string holding my bikini top up around my neck. Itâs like the sun shines brighter in that moment and the UV rays become laser strong and solely focused on me.
âThen why did you throw the Uni hamper we gave you in the bin?â
âBecause itâs stupid. I donât need wine and condoms andâ¦â
âYou say that now, but when you get there youâll be thankful. You donât want to be caught short, the dial-a-condom service isnât as discreet or anonymous as you think.â
âGuys donât even look at me like that.â I shrug.
He goes super still next to me. His arm becomes slightly heavier on my shoulders and his thumb tucks under the halter neck string of my red bikini top. He clears his throat and I can hear his Adamâs apple bob as he swallows.
âQuincy, thatâs not true. Believe me, my sisters have made it a point to tell me every chance they get.â
He pulls me closer to him so that I have no other option but to rest my head on his shoulder.
âWhy would they do that?â I mumble into the soft skin of his shoulder.
Itâs shiny and taught. It wraps flawlessly around his lean muscled arms with the odd sun freckle here and there. He smells briny and citrusy. A combination of his cologne, sweat and the lake water.
I inhale deeply as his shoulders shake with humour.
Wait, why is he laughing at me?
âWhy are you laughing at me?â
He clears his throat again before he sighs, âYou have no idea.â
âNo idea of what?â
Our eyes lock as I look up at him. His bright blue eyes are like ocean blue sparkling glass as the sun lights them up. They have these silvery grey flecks that bleed to the edges of his irises and form these thin dark rings that are only marginally lighter than his pupil.
âYouâre so prettyâ¦so beautifulâ¦â
Itâs like he can read my mind and steal the words on the tip of my tongue as he reaches for my hair with his hand and wraps it with my long tresses.
And if my heart wasnât already hammering into my ribcage itâs now batter ramming its way out like itâs trying to break free or get closer to his heart.
I donât know. All I know is that I canât actually say anything. I canât verbalise with the way that heâs looking at me. The way his eyes are eating up every inch of my face and the way they flitter down to my chest and then up to my lips.
His wet and shiny pink tongue darts out and moistens his lower lip before he draws said lip in with his teeth and bites down so hard that the blood and colour drain around the trenches his teeth have made.
I canât help but mimic him with my own tongue and lips and teeth. He gasps lightly and as my eyes meet his again the pupils are so big that there is only a perfectly slim ring of silver speckled cerulean surrounding them. And I canât breathe. The air feels too hot and dry. And thick? Why does the air feel so thick? It feels like Iâm filling my lungs with invisible oil. My lungs feel so full that they have to push the air back out in deep and long unsteady breaths.
The arm around my shoulders falls and he brings his hand up to cup my cheek. And I know whatâs happening because Iâve seen it in films and Iâve seen other people around us kiss. I can even kind of picture it in my mindâwhat we must look like right now. But I still canât quite comprehend why heâs coming closer to me. Why his breathing is just as manic as mine. I canât understand why heâs about to kiss me with wide eyes and desperate breaths. The hand in my hair tugs slightly and my face tilts marginally so that our lips touch.
His warm lips are so soft and so tender as they brush over mine and I want to throw my arms around his neck, straddle his lap and just fucking devour him.
Fuck, Iâm like some lust crazed person.
I donât even know how I manage to stay so still with all those thoughts and all the electricity zapping through me.
I donât know what to do next. If I should open my mouth or lick his lips. Whether I should touch him. I want to touch. I am touching him.
Heâs groaning as he licks my lips and as my hands hold on to his waist so tight that my nails bite into his flesh. But then itâs not just my nails biting into his skin, itâs his teeth sinking into my lower lip. Itâs his hand cupping my face so hard that I know it should hurt, I know that itâll leave a mark, but I donât care because it feels so fucking good. Itâs his fingers weaving so tightly into my hair that the sting makes me want to pull on his hair too.
I canât help the strangled moan that escapes my mouth as he slips his tongue inside and licks my own.
Iâve never kissed or been kissed like this before and even though Iâm unpractised and new to this, my hands seem to be in the know as they travel brazenly down his sides to the top of his swimming shorts and as unsure as I am, I know that I want to slip my hands under the elastic and become acquainted with every last inch of his sexy skin.
Shit, I donât think Iâve ever used that word to describe another person, let alone a boyâ¦a man. Jamie.
He grumbles a shallow growl right at the back of his throat as my fingertips skim around the navy elastic of his shorts. His tongue licks deeper and twirls around mine.
I want more. I want to tell him that I want it too, but I donât want to stop kissing him back and I have this unsure tightness in chest that makes me bashful and fearful that heâd reject me anyway.
I want him to touch me in ways that Iâve only heard other girls boast and brag that theyâd been touched. I want his mouth and his tongue to taste a lot more than just my own.
Before I even realise it weâre both standing in the middle of the warm, soft rolling water and his hands are squeezing my bum cheeks to the point that I think theyâll leave bruises. And it makes me feel excited in ways that Iâve never felt before and it makes me feel like a livewire.
All this and he never stops our kiss. His tongue tastes mine with a ferocity that feels like years of need all at once. I rove my hands up his sides and his back, relishing the feel of his muscles pulling and tightening under his hot skin. By the time my hands round to his chest and travel up to his hair our bodies are completely flush and my boobs feel even bigger and heavier than they already are. My nipples feel sore like theyâre being pinched and pulled and thereâs this familiar, yet new ache thatâs building between my legs and the bubbling water is only making that ache stronger whilst making it feel better at the same time.
Iâve never felt the arousal of a man, but I can feel his and itâs pressing deliciously to my lower belly. I feel the heat creep up my neck and flush my cheeks and all I want to do is find a way of getting closer. My fingers tighten their grip in his sun bleached brown hair and I canât help but pull him down to me, even as I feel him softly pull away.
No. Please donât stop.
Alexandra Silva is a lover of words and romance. She blames the classics and a nutty English teacher for her obsession with books and fiction. Come rain or shine with either coffee or wine in hand you can find her with her nose stuck in a book and her head in the clouds. She lives in London outnumbered by her very loud boys, with her very own hero and their two wild catsâJack and Jill.
Title: The ProtÃ©gÃ©
Author: Brianna Hale
Genre: Taboo Romance
Release Date: July 27, 2018
Heâs always protected me since I was eight years old, the neglected girl he took off the street and raised as his own. Laszlo can feel what music needs instinctively. He can tell what I need.
My world shattered the night of my eighteenth birthday and he still hasnât forgiven me for what I did. Iâm not asking him to love me, touch me, take me to bed. What I want goes deeper than that and I have to say this out loud because itâs one thing that music wonât be able to tell him.
I want what only Laszlo can give me. I want to be his protÃ©gÃ© again. And this time, Iâm going to be so good for him.
There's nothing Brianna Hale likes more than a large, stern alpha male with a super-protective and caring streak, and when she's not writing about them she can usually be found with a book, a cocktail, planning her next trip to a beautiful location or attending the theatre. She believes that pink and empowerment arenât mutually exclusive, and everyday adventures are possible. Brianna lives in London.
Author: Renee Harless
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Porcelain Paper Designs
Photo: Wander Aguiar
Models: Forest Tyler & Evan
Release Date: August 29, 2018
Elleâs life seems like one struggle after the next.
Sheâs facing life after a divorce, learns that her ex-best friend is pregnant with her ex-husband's baby, and the house sheâs willed after her estranged fatherâs death comes with a catch.
When she thinks her life canât get any more difficult, her neighbor seems determined to rile her up on a daily basis.
Heâs gorgeous and looks like heâs walked off a movie set, but his attitude is enough to leave Elle feeling sour despite the tingles she feels when heâs around.
But one stolen kiss leads to a number of stolen nights blurring the line between hatred and love.
Elleâs curse of bad luck may be taking a turn, or she could be facing her toughest obstacle yet â heartbreak.
Renee Harless, her husband, and children live in Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia. She studied Communication, specifically Public Relations, at Radford University.
Growing up, Renee always found a way to pursue her creativity. It began by watching endless runs of White Christmas- yes even in the summer â and learning every word and dance from the movie. She could still sing Sister Sister if requested. In high school she joined the show choir and a community theatre group, The Troubadours. After marrying the man of her dreams and moving from her hometown she sought out a different artistic outlet â writing.
To say that Renee is a romance addict would be an understatement. When she isnât chasing her toddler around the house, working her day job, or writing, she delves head first into a romance novel.
The Final Harris Brother Duet #2
Series: The Harris Brothers #5
Author: Amy Daws
Genre: Sports Romance
Release Date: July 27, 2018
To dominate oneâs heart is to truly be free.
The anticipated conclusion to The Final Harris Brother Duet.
After the harrowing attack against Gareth and Sloan, there are more than just physical wounds that must be healed.
Recovering and moving on from their dark pasts is the only way they can truly find their bright futures.
Who will surrender? And who will dominate?
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Amy Daws is an Amazon Top 25 bestselling author of sexy, contemporary romance novels. She enjoys writing love stories that take place in America, as well as across the pond in England; especially about those footy-playing Harris Brothers of hers. When Amy is not writing in a tire shop waiting room, sheâs watching Gilmore Girls, or singing karaoke in the living room with her daughter while Daddy smiles awkwardly from a distance. For more of Amy's work, visit: http://www.amydawsauthor.com
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Dirty Little Desires
Oliver Warren is a man who seems to have everything. He’s rich, he’s handsome, and he owns of some of the hottest properties in the country. The only thing missing in his otherwise perfect life is the woman he’s been in love with for as long as he can remember, Felicity Williams. She just so happens to also be his best friend’s sister.
Felicity co-runs a successful lifestyle website with her sister-in-law, and she has a line of accessories in the works. Most of her dreams are well within her reach, except for one that she’s been keeping a secret, and she needs Oliver’s help to make it come true.
Felicity hatches a plan to attend a benefit that’s being held at one of Oliver’s properties, and brings Oliver as her date. After a long weekend of ups and downs, Felicity starts wondering if the feelings she has for Oliver aren’t as unrequited as she always thought they were.
When they get home, will love be enough to get them through the fallout of giving in to their dirty little desires?
Dirty Little Desires is a standalone story, no cliffhangers, and is the third and final book in the Dirty Little Series.
I push myself out of the water, contemplating another jump before dinner’s ready.
“Thinking of going again?” Oliver asks, handing me a towel. “I know you were scared.”
I shrug it off. “I just wanted to see what it was like.”
He grins. “I know. I admire that about you.”
“Which part? My recklessness where my own safety is concerned, or my swanlike grace while flying through the air?”
He laughs. “That you aren’t scared of doing things. That when there’s something you want, you go out and get it.”
He gives me a long, intense look that makes a ribbon of heat curl around my belly.
Oliver’s a gazillionaire who’s never met a person he couldn’t finesse, never come across a deal he couldn’t close. If there’s someone who has issues getting what they want, it certainly isn’t him.
“Want to go for a walk with me later? There’s something I want to show you,” he says, cutting me off before I can ask him what he meant just a second ago.
My stupid heart skips a beat when he asks. “Yeah,” I reply a little too quickly, like a lovesick moron.
He perks up. “Yeah?”
I smile. “Definitely.”
Cassie Cross is a Maryland native and a romantic at heart, who lives outside of Baltimore with her two dogs and a closet full of shoes. Cassie’s fondness for swoon-worthy men and strong women are the inspiration for most of her stories, and when she’s not busy writing a book, you’ll probably find her eating takeout and indulging in her love of 80′s sitcoms.
They’ve faced ghosts, fought witches, and escaped the clutches of a lunatic cult…but this may be their most difficult enemy yet.
The new girl. One girl with the power to take Reid’s eye away from Ember, the power to break friendships, the power to destroy relationships.
And to top it off? Something is drowning students in the local lake.
A sudden, familiar voice yelling his name from some great distance jerked him awake and he gasped. All he saw at first was endless, impenetrable blackness, but only for a second before his eyes adjusted and he was staring at the ceiling past Ricky’s concerned face. The younger boy’s eyes glowed blue-green in the darkness.
Slowly, Reid realized his heart was pounding on his ribs, he was gasping, and his hand was clenched tightly around Ricky’s wrist, so tightly he could feel it as a tiny bone snapped under his fingers. Ricky hissed in pain, but didn’t try to pull away, his mouth tight but his eyes gentle. With a shudder, Reid pulled his hand back to himself, and stared at Ricky with ghosts behind his eyes.
“Sorry,” he muttered apologetically, his voice hoarse. Had he been screaming in his sleep again? Most likely. No wonder Ricky had woken him. This was getting beyond ridiculous.
Ricky just nodded, rubbing his wrist as it healed swiftly and neatly. He was examining Reid carefully, kneeling on the floor by his bed. There was deep, serious worry in his face that Reid could read effortlessly in the dark. Not wanting to see it, Reid turned and glared at the useless dream-catcher on his wall. It hung there innocuously, the glass beads shining and the feathers still and pale against the dark wall.
“I guess I was right the first time; Feathers and beads do jack all to help nightmares,” he said shakily.
With a sigh, Ricky retreated back to his own bed and sat there, gazing evenly at Reid, who shifted uncomfortably. He noticed then that he was drenched in sweat and it was sending chills down his spine. His light hair clung to his forehead and ears, and his hands trembled on the mattress. He clutched the bed sheets to hide the shaking.
“They’re getting worse, aren’t they?” Ricky asked plainly, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees.
Not meeting his gaze, Reid nodded, running a hand through his messy, damp hair.
“There has to be something that would help. We could get you drugs, or Ember could make a potion I’m sure. We must have a recipe in one of the grimoires.Ember would have the power—”
“No,” Reid protested bluntly. The thought of Ricky going to Ember and asking her to make a sleeping potion or elixir to banish nightmares…her surprise and confusion, her hurt when Ricky explained what it was for…No.
Ricky started, frowning. “But why? It’s not like it’d put her out to do it. I’m sure she’d do anything to help you.” he insisted.
Reid just turned away, looked out the window as he got to his feet. He put his back to Ricky as he yanked his damp t-shirt over his head and tossed it onto his bed.
“Unless…” Ricky said slowly, and Reid could practically hear the gears turning in the boy’s head. “Unless she doesn’t know about this yet…”
H.G. Lynch is a Paranormal Romance author from Scotland. She is an avid reader, and cat-lover. She spends most of her days writing, while wrestling her cat off her laptop. She loves horse-riding, Star Trek, and snow.
Series: Broken Bows MC Duet #1
Author: Kerri Ann
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: July 19, 2018
He wants something I wonât give.
Even if it means my release. Even if it can help others.
I donât want to be a part of this hell, though I canât see a way out.
Heâs arrogant, ruthless, harsh, and a complete prick. Busta is an asshole.
Though thereâs something about him that feels redeemable. I need to find a chink in his armor.
I lie to everyone. Iâm so good at it now, I donât know where the truth starts.
As Enforcer of the MC my job is to protect the club at all costs.
The day they ask me to watch over Oublietteâthe sexy bartender from the Four HorsemenâI knew this would be difficult. That sheâd be hard to resist.
I thought it would be simple; I thought I could get the intel. That I could save her and contain the lie. I was wrong.
She ignites a fire within me that I cannot hope to control, and her strength in the face of defeat consumes me.
To save her, I may chance everything. My life, my futureâ¦.my club.
Who will win this war of wills?
Dark, light, angsty, sexually charged and twisted.
Heart wrenching stories are what I love to write. The muse directs the story. I'm the instrument of their lives.
I won't guarantee an HEA or HFN, because life doesn't have those.
Enjoy the OMG's and tears. Sincerely, Author Kerri Ann.
A fast-paced fantasy romance with rich characters and immersive storytelling,Searching is the second book in theFading series by award-winning author Cindy Cipriano.
To say Leath is traveling light is an understatement. She’s only bringing three things on her trip. One is a silver heart locket—a gift from her longtime best-friend-turned-boyfriend Victor Santana. Next is a wedding token in the shape of a J, from James Turner. And of course, she’s packing her pistol. That’s it. She knows that when she leaves Woodvine, even her own mother may not remember her in the shifted reality that will be left behind. Bringing anything else would be pointless. But she’s driven now, by something that eclipses everything else, something she just got back: her memories. And now that she remembers James—she won’t stop searching until she finds him.
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Cindy Cipriano lives in North Carolina with her husband, son and their 27 pets.
Just three dogs who think they are children and three cats who think they are raccoons. It only seems as if they make 27. When Cindy isn't writing, she enjoys spending time with her family and the avoidance of cooking.
Cindy's first novel, The Circle, Book One of The Sidhe won the 2014 Moonbeam Children's Book Silver Award for Pre-Teen Fiction - Fantasy. Other titles in the series include The Choice, Book Two of The Sidhe (2015) and The Lost, Book Three of The Sidhe (2017). This seven-book series is published by Odyssey Books.
Miller's Island Mysteries #1 The Case of the Toxic River (2017) is the first in her eleven-book science mystery series (Vulpine Press). #2 The Case of the Catalyst will release in 2018.
Look for Fading, the first in her young adult series, in April 2018. (Clean Teen Publishing). Fading is the tale of first loves and the consequence of dreaming up Mr. Right.