Title: Whole Lotta Love
Series: Rock Star Hearts #1
Author: Amity Cross
Genre: Rock Star Romance
Release Date: August 29, 2018
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Sebastian Hale is missing in action.
As lead singer of the hot as sin rock band, Beneath, heâs got the world at his feet but he wants out. Heâs done with the empty relationships, the one-night stands, and the consequences of his wild celebrity lifestyle. Unable to break free of the darkness taking over his soul, he disappears, sending the media, his record label and the world into a frenzy.
When small town girl, Juniper Rowe, meets a sexy, brooding guy on an isolated beach in the middle of nowhere, sheâs shocked to learn heâs missing bad boy rock star Sebastian Hale.
Drawn together by fate, they find solace in their shared darkness, unable to resist the passion their tortured souls ignite in one another.
But when the reality of Sebastianâs life is revealed, Juniper learns a hard lesson.
Rock ânâ roll will save your lifeâ¦but the fame will kill you.
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Amity Cross is the author of wicked stories about rock stars looking for redemption, gritty romances featuring MMA fighters and dark tales of forbidden romance. She loves to write about alpha males and the strong women who challenge them to fall in love.
Amity lives in a leafy country town near Melbourne, Australia and can be found chained to her desk, held at ransom by her characters.
Donât send help. She likes it.
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Title: Sisters and Brothers
Author: Fiona Palmer
Publisher: Hachette Australia
Genre: Women's Fiction
Release Date: August 28, 2018
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A poignant novel of heartbreak, adoption and a father's love by beloved bestselling Australian author, Fiona Palmer
Bill, 72, feels left behind after the death of his adored wife. He relies heavily on his only daughter, Sarah.
Sarah, career woman and perfectionist homemaker, struggles to keep up with the Joneses. As her husband grows distant, she has no support network.
Emma, a down-to-earth nurse and busy mother of three, always dreamed of having a sister . . . But nothing prepares her for the shock results of a routine blood test.
Adam, a successful florist, was raised by his mother. As his dreams start to fall into place, he can't stop thinking about the father he never had.
Finally, Michelle is trying to build cake-making into a career. But at 46, has she left her run too late to fall in love, have children and find her birth parents?
These five very different people - all connected but separated by secrets from the past - could be facing their futures together. After all, friends will come and go but sisters and brothers are forever . . .
The new novel of heartbreak, adoption, family and a father's love by the Top Ten bestselling author of Secrets Between Friends, Fiona Palmer.
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âCome on, kids, move your backsides. I need to be at work yesterday!â screamed Emma Noble as she put her phone into the pocket on her blue nurseâs uniform. The only reply she got was the echo of her voice. Just when she was about to do her crazy banshee stalk through the house â thatâs what her oldest kid, Josh, called it â one child, her eldest daughter, appeared in the kitchen.
Maddison, dressed in her white school shirt, a big red R for Rockingham Senior High School written on her chest, moved slower than a turtle. She walked past the scattered clothes by the dining table, which doubled as the clean unfolded laundry pile, her feet shifting fluff and dog hair across the vinyl floor. Emma could almost hear her vacuum cleaner groan as it sat in the corner of the room, its contents well past emptying limit. Maddieâs plain dark shorts looked as if sheâd slept in them; no doubt theyâd fallen off the bed where Emma had left her clean, folded clothes. And Emma would bet her left leg that Maddie hadnât run a brush through her hair in days, though it looked passable now scraped up into a loose bun on top of her head. Her fifteen-year-old daughter was a sloth in every sense. She made a little effort on school days but at home she lived in her socks and Nike sliders and whatever clothes she picked up from the floor in her messy room. Emma had told her on many occasions that there could be white-tailed spiders breeding among the clothes on her floor, but it didnât seem to faze the teenager.
Maddie slowly picked up two slices of toast and headed towards the door without so much as a smile. It was quite possible that Maddie was still half-asleep. The only proof she was actually alive, besides the fact she was walking and breathing, was that her phone was in her hand, earphones wedged in her ears and the tinny sound of music so loud Emma could hear it. Maddie would need a hearing aid before her thirtieth birthday. The hand that held her phone had the top loop of her school bag hooked between spare fingers, and Emma wanted to tell her to stop dragging it across the floor, especially because her red school jumper was about to fall out, but she knew better than to waste her breath when Maddie wouldnât hear her.
Right, that was two kids accounted for, because ten-year old Max was already waiting in the car. It would be a sad day when he too joined the moody teenagers that inhabited her house. Emma found an elastic band on the table and quickly scooped her brown wavy hair up into a ponytail and then pulled her lip balm from her pocket and coated her lips. They always got dry at work because she never had time to drink. Being a nurse, there never seemed to be any time for anything, let alone eating or toilet breaks and especially not for proper hydration.
âIâll drive,â said Josh as he swept in, grabbed the last slice of toast and snatched the car keys off the table.
Emma looked up at her son. He was the giant in the family, towering over her and his father John. Heâd make a great basketballer if he could be bothered, but life at the moment was all about girls and cars.
Emma searched under all the mail, school work, breakfast leftovers, a shoe and one of Joshâs stinky T-shirts for her hospital lanyard. Finally she found it in the fruit bowl â a receptacle that never seemed to hold what it was made for â at the end of the breakfast bar.
Emma picked up Joshâs forgotten bag from the floor, hoping to Christ that the dog hadnât got to his lunch again, and headed to the door. She bent to pick up some of Maxâs artwork that had fallen off the fridge and stuck it back on, holding it in place with a big magnet of an XF Ford Falcon. The knife lay on the chopping board still covered with butter and Vegemite. Emma threw it in the sink, already full of last nightâs dishes, and cursed because it was Maddieâs job to stack the dishwasher and it hadnât been done.
It was hard having John away with his fly-in-fly-out job in the mines up north. Two weeks home, two weeks away. It was a tough lifestyle to live, especially when she worked full-time. The house during those two weeks looked like a shit hole, to use Johnâs words when heâd come home from his last shift.
Emma grabbed the large black faux-leather bag she got on sale at Kmart for five dollars and flicked off lights on her way to the door. âAh,â she said as she spotted their Staffy curled up on the couch. âSnake, you cheeky boy. Outside now.â His brown eyes shot her evil glances he must have learned from the kids but he reluctantly slid off the couch and headed for the back door, his brown tail between his legs. Once heâd gone through Emma locked the doggie door and ran back to the front.
âJesus Christ, why canât I ever have a simple morning?â When she got to the white Prado, Josh was already in the driverâs seat with his plates up. He smiled a cheesy grin and nodded to the passenger side.
âNo speeding,â she demanded as she climbed in.
Josh was a good boy; lean and sinewy, and he was the man of the house while John was away. Heâd pick up the kids from school and then come and fetch Emma from work, or if she had a late shift heâd get takeaway and feed them all. Some days he hated it, but she tried to even it up by making sure he had nights off to go out with his friends.
He raked his hand over his long dark fringe, and the little black earring in his ear glinted as he turned to check his mirrors. On his inner arm, just above where his school shirt stopped, was a tattoo heâd got a few months ago on a family holiday to Bali. It was a small anchor and chain with the word âFamilyâ along its length.
John had a whole arm sleeve, and Emma had the kidsâ names on her wrists, a heart with each one. And on her foot near her ankle she also had the word âFamilyâ written between an electrocardiogram pattern. A mix of her two great loves: work and family.
Josh dropped Max off first at the local primary school.
âBye, darling, have a good day,â said Emma getting out to hug and kiss him. Max had her dark chocolate eyes but Johnâs blond hair, which made for a very cute combination. He flicked his head to the side to shift his hair from his eyes. Heâd been asked out by two girls this week.
âSee ya, Mum.â
The next stop was the local high school where the other two kids piled out and Emma hugged them all before getting behind the wheel. She couldnât complain, really; they were hard work at times, but her kids still let her hug them â even Josh â and they waved goodbye as they walked off down the school path.
Before she could put the car in gear her phone rang. âHey Mum, Iâm in the car, just dropped off the kids.â âDarling, your dadâs in Emergency,â came her mumâs rushed voice through the car speakers. âDonât panic, heâs okay.â
Her mum Tammy sounded like she should take her own advice, her voice high pitched and breathless.
âWhat the heck happened?â Emma pulled out into the traffic and floored it in the direction of the hospital.
âHe was pruning that damn passionfruit vine, and the ladder tipped and he fell. Landed on his collection of junk . . . Ugh, there was blood everywhere. I couldnât move him, so I called the ambo.â
Her mum made a gurgling sound of repulsion. She wasnât so good with blood, so growing up Emma had to tend to those situations from a young age. Probably why she became a nurse.
âBut heâs okay?â Emmaâs pulse began to relax. âAre you okay, Mum?â
âHe needs some stitches and a needle. And Iâm fine, now. Almost passed out. I think Iâm getting better at dealing with it.â
Emma stifled a chuckle; sheâd been trying for sixty-eight years. âIâll be there in five, Mum. See you soon.â
After parking at the hospital Emma went straight to her ward to tell her boss that she needed ten minutes to check on her dad, and then headed to Emergency. The hospital was where she felt comfortable, its chaos not far off that in her own home. Sometimes the hospital was much quieter. Especially when her three kids went down with gastro.
It wasnât hard to find her dad: she just looked for her mum pacing outside the powder-blue curtain. Her once-brown hair had greyed and was now worn short. Her body was still fit and her beauty hadnât faded over the years. Her posture was poised, shoulders straight. Emma wished she had her mumâs natural elegance. In that respect she was more like her dad with his easygoing nature and the bird tattoos on his arms and hands that had fascinated her growing up.
âOh good, youâre here. They should be nearly done stitching him up,â said Tammy.
âItâs okay,â said Emma, hugging her. Lavender engulfed her, the familiar scent of her mum. Tammy was shaking slightly but towards the end of the hug Emma could feel her mum relax a bit. Touching her hand, Emma stepped behind the curtain.
Her dad, Steve, was propped up on the bed, looking up at the ceiling, his face pale beneath his grey beard. Those blue inked tattoos of his, faded over the years so the outside line seemed blurry, stood out on his hands. His colour would come back soon.
âThere you go, Mr Noble, all set.â The doctor leaning over his leg did a final trim of the stitches and stood up straight with a satisfied look on his face. âAh, Emma, I wondered how long until youâd be here.â
âThanks. Nice job,â she said to the doctor after having a quick look at his work. He left as she hugged her dad, drinking in his scent of wood chips and aftershave, and then reached for his chart on impulse. âHowâre you feeling, Dad?â
âOh, Iâm okay. Feeling stupid more than anything.â His voice was soft and a little uneven.
He wouldnât admit it but Emma knew just how much it had shaken him. She saw it in the eyes of the older folk in here, a feeling that as they got older they didnât bounce back like they used to, and the fear that the hospital was one step closer to the grave. He reached out his hand and she took it as her mum appeared.
Steve started speaking further about his fall, the nervous edge lingering in his voice. Emma nodded as she scanned his chart, gently squeezing his hand in support, until suddenly she cocked her head to the side and then looked up at her mum. âDadâs blood? Says heâs an O.â
Tammy just blinked.
Her dad cleared his throat. âYes, I am.â Colour was starting to flood back into his cheeks. âBut youâre O as well.â Emma shot the words at her mum.
Tammy shrugged her thin shoulders, her soft pink blouse moving slightly.
âYou canât be.â Emma could tell they didnât see what she was getting at.
âI am, last I checked,â said Tammy. She frowned and moved closer to hold Steveâs hand.
âBut Iâm AB! You canât get AB from two O parents.â Emma suddenly felt faint as her words registered. But she wasnât the only one who suddenly put two and two together. Her parentsâ heads snapped as they looked at each other, sharing something like fear that made her stomach churn. She swallowed hard. Surely not! A shiver cascaded down her body, disbelief and shock as she tried to put words to her thoughts.
âOh my god! Am I adopted?â It was the only explanation, unless the chart was wrong. But her parents were being weird. No one was jumping up to contradict her.
âOh my god, I am.â She dropped the chart to the bed and staggered back, her hand pulling away from her dadâs. Was he even her dad? His hand reached out for her, pleading, but no words came to his moving lips. Emma stopped when her back pressed against the wall. She was cornered like a scared animal and she couldnât escape the fear and dread that was settling in her bones. What had she stumbled upon? Her brain couldnât think straight, bombarded with so many options and possibilities, all of which made her feel sick. Her stomach was tight, her breathing shallow as her hands fisted at her side.
It was Tammy who finally spoke. âNo, honey, youâre not adopted. You are my child, and Steve is your dad in every way that matters.â
Tammyâs last words echoed through Emmaâs head, leaving a feeling of time standing still. Suddenly her body demanded she breathe, and she gasped in a breath. She looked at her parents. Her mum with her deep hazel eyes and a long nose and round face that Emma had inherited, so everyone said, and even she could see the resemblance. But her dad? She had dark hair like him, but his eyes were a greeny brown; but facially there was nothing she could say she had inherited, though they did have the same sense of humour.
âWhat are you not saying, Mum?â she croaked out. Her heart raced as she waited for a reply that never came. Pushing again, she said, âIs Dad not my dad?â Her gaze darted between the two, looking for any indication that she was right or wrong.
âDid you have an affair? What . . . how?â she stuttered, growing frustrated at their silence.
Her parents had been married for years before sheâd been born, so it wasnât like her mum was pregnant with another manâs child before they wed. Emma dropped her head into her hand for a moment while the thoughts churned, then quickly lifted it as she realised the two people opposite her had all the answers. She focused the Donât mess with me look that her kids saw regularly.
Tammy looked at Steve, tears now noticeable on her lower lashes. Steve reached for both her hands and squeezed them. Emma wanted to scream at them. Answer me!
âItâs okay, Tammy. She needs to know the truth.â Steve turned to Emma and spoke so softly she frowned as she tried to listen. âIâm sorry, honey. Weâd been trying for years to have a child, then I got tested and found the problem was with me.â He paused for a moment while Tammy rubbed his shoulder. âWe didnât have a lot of money and we thought of adopting but it was too hard and we werenât getting any younger. Then we came up with the idea of a donor.â
âA donor?â Emma frowned. Where the heck was this story going?
âWe found a nice guy, and your mum became pregnant straightaway, and the rest is history. We had what we wanted most in the world â you.â He smiled at her as if she were the baby Jesus in the flesh.
Emma was surprised to feel the wet heat of a tear slide down her cheek, followed by another one. âSo, youâre not my biological father? Is that what youâre saying?â
Tammy was crying too and pulled out a tissue from her bag to mop her face.
Steve sighed heavily. âNo, honey, Iâm not. But that doesnât mean anything to me. Youâre my daughter in every sense of the word. Iâm sorry you had to find out like this. It will never affect how I feel about you. Just understand how much your mum and I wanted a family.â His voice cracked, and Tammy passed him a tissue.
Emma felt her heart about to burst. She hated to see him upset. The man who had carried her when she was tired, patched up her wounds while her mum tried not to look, read her stories every night and walked with her down the aisle. And yet she couldnât shake the anger burning inside her, anger at the secret theyâd kept from her, anger that sheâd had to find out like this. It hurt so badly, like nothing sheâd experienced before. Worse than the time sheâd lost Max for an hour at the beach. It was like her life was being sucked out of her, vanishing before her eyes as everything she thought she knew was thrown upside down. Who was Emma Noble? Who was she really?
She saw his pain but couldnât voice her thoughts. You will always be my dad, she wanted to say but the words stuck in her throat. The shock made it impossible for her to comfort him; not yet, it hurt too much. Emma wanted to storm out of the hospital, she wanted them to feel as bad as she did, but she couldnât move. Stuck to the wall like glue. There was more she needed to know.
One question was burning a hole in her chest. âSo, who is my biological father?â
Tammy sucked in a deep breath, swayed a little and fixed her eyes on Emma.
Her words were said with no hint of regret. âHis name was Bill. He was the piano tuner.â
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Before becoming an author, Fiona Palmer was a speedway driver for seven years and now spends her days writing both women's and young adult fiction, working as a farmhand and caring for her two children in the tiny rural community of Pingaring, 350km from Perth. The books Fiona's passionate readers know and love contain engaging storylines, emotions and hearty characters. She has written nine bestselling novels and her most recent book, Secrets Between Friends, was a Top Ten national bestseller.
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Title: The Bull Rider's Return
Series: The 79th Cooper Mountain Rodeo #2
Author: Joan Kilby
Publisher: Tule Publishing
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 28, 2018
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No good deed goes unpunishedâ¦
Rough rider Cody Starr relishes his reputation as the bad boy on the rodeo circuit. When he impulsively leaves his prize money as a tip for a struggling waitress so her little boy can get a heart operation, Cody keeps quiet about it, knowing heâs only atoning for past sins. His good deed is outed when Kelly Reid drives across three states to thank him in person. Despite the fact that Kelly forces him to confront his past and question everything, Cody starts to fall hard for her.
Single mom Kelly Reid thinks Cody is a Hero with a capital H. She believes in Cody, but she knows that nothing long term can come of their intense attraction until he believes in himself. Is Cody the love âem and leave âem guy he claims to be or could he possibly be the man of her dreams?
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Ricky tugged on his momâs arm. âGive Cody his present.â
âAll right.â Kelly wiped her fingers carefully and moved the soiled food containers out of the way. Then she reached into her tote bag and took out a folded article of clothing wrapped in tissue paper. âI hope it fits. I had to guess at your size.â âItâs a lucky vest for you to wear when youâre bull riding,â Ricky spilled the beans excitedly. âMom made it to match your chaps, didnât you, Mom?â âYes, but Ricky, you know he has to wear a protective padded vest when heâs riding, right?â She glanced at Cody. âUsually heâs telling me how rodeo works.â âI forgot.â Rickyâs small shoulders slumped. âIf you canât wear it riding, it wonât bring you luck.â âJust owning it will do that, little dude,â Cody said. He held up the tailored black leather vest. The western-style yoke was trimmed in black snakeskin and the front closing studded with buffalo and Indian head buttons. All hand stitched from the looks of it. He ran a hand over the soft leather. No one had ever made him anything like this before. âThank you,â he said, incredibly touched. âI donât know what to say. This vest is so special Iâll save it to wear for good.â âI know it doesnât begin to repayââ Kelly began. Finally they were getting to the crux of her visit. Cody was shaking his head before she finished the sentence. âThat money I gave you was a gift, no strings, no expectations. Seeing Ricky looking so healthy is payment enough.â Seeing her looking beautiful and carefree was a bonus. âWell, thank you. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. Iâm not sure I said that at the time.â Her cheeks pink, she gestured to the vest. âTry it on.â He pulled the vest on over his chambray shirt and buttoned it up. âIt fits like a glove.â âPerfect,â Kelly agreed happily. âIâm so glad.â âHonestly, you didnât have to,â Cody said. âNeither did you.â Her smile was so sweet it pierced his heart.
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Award-winning author Joan Kilby writes sweet, sexy contemporary romance with a touch of humor. When sheâs not working on a new book Joan can often be found at her local gym doing yoga or being dragged around the neighborhood by her Jack âRascalâ terrier. Her hobbies are growing vegetables, cooking, traveling and reading--not necessarily in that order. Happily married with three children, Joan lives in Melbourne, Australia. She loves to hear from readers so feel free to drop her a line. For contact details and more info on Joanâs books, go to www.joankilby.com.
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Title: Hard Trigger
Author: S.L. Hannah
Publisher: AOH Publishing
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: August 28, 2018
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âYour motherâs opiates are coming from Jose Herreraâs distribution network.â My pulse races as my stepfather speaks these words. Because taking on the Herreras also means taking on Diego.
Reckless, and hardened by a volatile past, Victoria does not see a future with Diego Herrera as a realistic option. As their childhood friendship ignites, they find themselves on opposite sides of a bloody feud between the two most powerful families in Mexico City. And sheâs a Moreno nowâbrought up to be the secret weapon nobody suspected.
But Victoria canât deny the attraction. Diegoâs commanding muscles, the coarse, dark hair of his solid chest, that rugged scar above his sensuous lipsâ¦
Loyalty is in the eye of the beholder.
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My body is spent. I want to feel him release inside of me. I want to collapse on top of him. I want to keep fucking like two animals trying to survive a wilderness that is both beautiful and vicious. Our chests heave in a unison that signals itâs not over, and he starts pumping into meâ¦
Except Iâm not just an animal. I turn my head towards the end table, lean over, and grab his cell phone.
âCall them off.â I shove the phone into his palms. âAll of them. Tell them Iâm not here. That they made a mistake.â
Still pumping into me, he stares at me with widened eyes. âDonât be fucking crazy. Let me walk you out of here and make everyone believe youâve disappeared. At least for a little while.â
Heâs hitting that spot. That warm and sensitive spot that makes me second-guess every decision and every goal Iâve ever made or had. That makes me want to curl up and be swept away and taken care of, even though Iâve never wanted that to be any part of my long-term planâbecause Iâve seen everything my mother has gained and lost by beingâ¦taken care of.
Diego searches my face for a place to reason. âWhat Iâm offeringâ¦theyâre going to catch up to you eventually. And before you catch up to my uncle again. Heâs the second-in-line to a multinational business. You killed one of his men last night. You almost killed him. You think no one noticed? This would give usâ¦a chance,â he pleads.
Although he doesnât say it, itâs the same proposal he made on our trip, except without the ring.
I freeze. Iâd be lying if I said I wasnât tempted. Iâve always been tempted. Heâll never know how many times I ran my finger around the circumference of that diamond band on the nightstand before I drove off, deciding on a different destiny. I knew the moment I stepped in the old Peugeot that Diegoâs ring would forever be imprinted on my finger.
Butâ¦
âI canât.â
My response makes him choke on whatever he was about to say and roar in frustration. Heâs not the type of man to accept defeat.
His fingers fumble on the phone screen. Awkwardly he holds it against his ear, spitting in Spanish as he does what Iâve asked him to do.
He throws the phone and then locks his forearms around my neck, pulling me closer to him. His cock is still stiff, and it throbs inside of me, reminding me of why weâre even in this position.
Cursing, his lips find mine, biting, absorbing, demanding. And I reciprocate. I have never been unwilling. Our tongues tangle as our bodies rock in unison again.
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S.L. Hannah was born in Poland, grew up in Canada, and moved to Southern California to pursue her love of single-engine airplanes. Her latest, Hard Trigger, is a rogue romance that will be published on August 28th, 2018. Visit her online at www.slhannah.com to learn about her other books, to get updates about her new release, and to connect through social media. S.L. Hannah lives in Los Angeles, CA with her husband and garden of succulents. When sheâs not writing fiction, she continues to solve the aviation problems of the world.
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Title: Tough Luck Cowboy
Series: Crossroads Ranch #2
Author: A.J. Pine
Publisher: Forever
Genre: Contemporary Cowboy Romance
Release Date: August 28, 2018
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The only girl he ever wanted was the one he could never have. What's the saying, bad luck comes in threes? If so, Lily Green is due for something good. First, her divorce is finalized---on her birthday, no less. Then the first job she lands for her catering company turns out to be for her ex-husband's wedding. To top it off, she's stuck working the event with Luke Everett, the sexy-as-hell best man who's never been able to stand her. When can a girl catch a break? For years, Luke has kept his feelings for Lily safely hidden. Hitting on his best friend's ex-wife would definitely break the cowboy code of honor. But ever since an injury sidelined his rodeo riding, the two of them keep getting thrown together. It's only a matter of time until his true feelings come to light. When that happens, it will either be the biggest mistake of his life, or a sign that his luck is about to change.
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A teen librarian by day and a romance writer by night, A.J. Pine canât seem to escape the world of fiction, and she wouldnât have it any other way. Sheâs the author of the If Only series (Entangled Embrace), the Only You series (Berkley/Intermix), the Kingston Ale House series (Entangled Select), and the Crossroads Ranch series (Forever Romance). When she finds that 25th hour in the day, she might indulge in a tiny bit of TV where she nourishes her undying love of vampires, superheroes, and a certain high-functioning sociopath detective. She hails from the far off galaxy of the Chicago suburbs.
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Title: Wanton
Authors: M. Malone & Nana Malone
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 28, 2018
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After getting dumped, the last thing Trevor Hamilton wants is to take on his advisorâs niece as a new roommate. For starters sheâs hot. Like sexy librarian hot. But he needs his advisorâs recommendation for a job after he graduates, so heâs going to keep his dirty little fantasies to himself⦠and stay far away from his sexy little roomie. Natalie Washington is done with men. After her last dating disaster, she canât afford to get derailed again. So when her aunt claims to have found her the perfect roommate, sheâs willing to give it a shot. Heâs one of her auntâs best students, so how distracting could he be? Then Trevor opens the door to their apartment, muscled, shirtless, tattooed and so⦠arrogant. How can one guy be such a dick? Heâs bossy, and annoying...and scorching hot. Too bad he knows it. As the battle lines get drawn, theyâre each determined to ignore, or annoy, the other. Who will end up on top?
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M. Malone
NYT & USA Today bestselling author M. Malone lives in the Washington, DC metro area with her husband and their two sons. She holds a master's degree in Business from a prestigious college that would no doubt be scandalized by how she's using her expensive education.
Independently published, she has sold more than 1/2 million ebooks in her two series, THE ALEXANDERS and BLUE-COLLAR BILLIONAIRES. Since starting her indie journey in 2011 with the runaway bestselling novella "Teasing Trent," her work has appeared on the New York Times and USA Today bestseller lists more than a dozen times.
She's now a full-time writer and spends 99.8% of her time in her pajamas.
Nana Malone
USA Today bestselling author Nana Malone's love of all things romance and adventure started with a tattered romantic suspense novel she "borrowed" from her cousin.
It was a sultry summer afternoon in Ghana, and Nana was a precocious thirteen. She's been in love with kick-butt heroines ever since. With her overactive imagination constantly channeling her inner Buffy, it was only a matter a time before she started creating her own characters.
While she waits for her chance at a job as a ninja assassin, Nana works out her drama, passion and sass with fictional characters every bit as brazen and kick-butt as she thinks she is.
Title: The Good Samaritan
Author: RC Boldt
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Cover Me Darling Photo: James Critchley Model: Charlie Garforth
Release Date: September 18, 2018
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The biggest story of her life is the one he wants to hide.
Iâm homeless by choice.
I have no intention of returning to my former life after what Iâve done.
Thisâliving among the filth and discarded remnants of othersâis what I deserve.
As atonement for my sins, I give back; I help those who cannot help themselves. But itâs always under the guise of anonymity.
Newspaper headlines throughout the city are clamoring to discover my identity. Including the beautiful woman who manages to see through my âarmor.â
She has the capability to put my entire life at risk.
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RC Boldt currently lives on the southeastern coast of North Carolina, enjoys long walks on the beach, running, reading, people watching, and singing karaoke. If you're in the mood for some killer homemade mojitos, can't recall the lyrics to a particular 80's song, or just need to hang around a nonconformist who will do almost anything for a laugh, she's your girl.
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Title: Payback's A Bitch
Series: Awkward Love #6
Author: Missy Johnson
Genre: Romance
Release Date: August 27, 2018
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Iâm the girl who likes âthe cock in the back holeâ At least, thatâs what the dating profile my so-called friends set up for me claims. Iâm also into BDSM, Furries and âIâll try anything twice.â I have no idea the profile exists until the replies start rolling in. They range from funny, to downright creepy and everything in between. Just as Iâm shutting down my email account for good, a new message pops up. Heâs funny and he's the only one to suspect the profile is a joke, so I think what the hell? I reply. When he suggests that we meet, I say yes. When I walk into that bar, he's sitting at a table, facing the other way. He turns his head just enough for me to be able to make out his face⦠Fuck. Itâs Cameron Hunter, one of the rudest, most arrogant assholes Iâve ever had the displeasure of meeting. He's also the son of one of the state's most influential judges. The same judge who's about to become my step-father...
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Missy lives in central Victoria with her husband, three-year-old daughter, two cats, two dogs and turtle. When she's not writing, she can usually be found â¦oh wait. Sheâs always writing.
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Title: Every Breath You Take
Series: The Every Breath Duet #1
Author: Faith Andrews
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 27, 2018
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London Monroe is forced to accept an unwanted new reality. Her marriage is over. Her best friend is a million miles away. Her motherâs health is failing. And no matter how hard she tries, she canât seem to make ends meet.
They say the way to mend a broken soul is to find someone to make it whole again. But she never imagined it would be him, or that love could be so . . .intense.
Discovering the unexpected will surprise her. Life will get harder before it gets easier. And the man meant to see her through it all will take her by storm.
Immersed in a whirlwind of emotion, London soon learns that thereâs a delicate line between love and . . . obsession.
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Faith Andrews is living out her dream right outside the greatest city in the world, New York City. Happily married to her high school sweetheart, she is the mother of two beautiful and wild daughters, and a furry Yorkie son named Rocco Giovanni. When sheâs not tapping her toes to a Mumford & Sons tune or busy being a dance mom, her nose is stuck in a book or sheâs sitting behind the laptop, creating her next colorful daydream. Coffee addict, lover of wine and cheese, and sucker for concerts and Netflix, Faith believes in love at first sight and happily ever after.
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Title: Country Gold
A Wilder Sisters Novel
Author: Heatherly Bell
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Elizabeth Mackey
Release Date: September 17, 2018
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Fame tore them apartâ¦
A scandal ended the careers of the Wilder Sisters, the chart topping country rock band. But Lexi Wilder is okay with that, thanks for asking. She's been on the road since roughly forever, and even if the scandal has followed her home to Whistle Cove, California, Lexi is going to enjoy the break. After all, there's quite nothing like the beautiful sandy beaches of Monterey Bay to calm a woman's soul. Luke Wyatt never asked to trade fame and fortune for the only woman he's ever loved. Now that he's finished a punishing year-long national tour, all bets are off. He's coming back to his hometown of Whistle Cove for the quiet, the beaches, the inspiration, and the girl. Not necessarily in that order. There's pressure from Nashville to deliver more country gold like the #1 song he co-wrote with Lexi Wilder.
But Lexi canât forgive Luke for choosing fame over herâ¦
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Sheâs My Kind of Rain by Tim McGraw
In Case You Didnât Know by Brett Young
Make You Miss Me by Sam Hunt
Sober by Little Big Town
Die a Happy Man by Thomas Rhett
Sheâs Everything by Brad Paisley
Make me Wanna by Thomas Rhett
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âLexi Wilder.â
She recognized the deep voice, the smooth sound of whiskey if it could speak. Lexi whipped around to face Luke Wyatt. Her heart hiccupped at the sight of his long and lean body braced against the side of her cottage. One corner of his mouth tipped up in a half smile and he studied her with those deep and fathomless dark eyes.
Her mouth was dry. Knees? Liquid. âW-what are you doing here?â
âWasnât going to give you the chance to say you donât want to see me.â He moved away from the side of the house and took a step toward her. âTourâs over. Iâm home.â
Despite her churning gut, she found her voice. âWe have no vacancy. Youâll have to stay somewhere else.â
He went brows up. âJust checked in.â
When she didnât speak, but simply swallowed and blinked, trying like hell to regain her balance, he filled in the silence.
âStill mad at me. Still wonât talk to me.â
She was so not prepared to deal with this today. With him. âWhy would I be mad? You mean because you wrote an entire album all about our private life? Every single private and personal thing about us. After everything Iâve been through with Sabrina. No, why would I be mad about that?â
âBaby,â he said, squaring his shoulders. âItâs what songwriters do. We write about our life, the pain and the joy.â
âIâd rather keep my private life private.â
âIâm sorry,â he said. âI was hurting. You wouldnât take any of my calls. You wouldnât come see me.â
âYou didnât seem to be hurting. You were all over my TV set, cozying up to gorgeous models and reality TV stars.â
Sheâd seen the woman practically on Lukeâs lap at a televised awards show. And he was mad she hadnât called him back? If heâd been hurt when she stopped taking his calls, he sure in the hell got over it quickly enough.
He took a step toward her making her take one back. No, no, no. Already she felt her body buzzing from being this close to him for the first time in a year.
âGive me a break, Lex. You know what this life is like. I didnât even know that woman.â
Lexi did an internal face palm. No, no. It would not go this way. Check her out letting loose with all her pent up hurt and anger the minute he showed up, giving Luke every indication of how much she still cared about him. If she didnât care at all, maybe the rumors of these women wouldnât bother her so much. So sheâd already blown her cover in the first twenty seconds of seeing him. Get a grip.
Sheâd expected to do much better than this if she ever ran into him again, say in Nashville while visiting Miranda Lambert to collaborate on some songs. Lexi would have another hit song by then. Maybe sheâd be dating another handsome country singer not named Luke Wilder. Sheâd be over him by then.
Chalk it up to running into him so unexpectedly but this wasnât how it was supposed to go. He shouldnât still look so good to her, his beard making him look like a strong mountain man. Like a man who would take care of his woman.
For Luke, it turned out his career came first. Not her.
But the thing to do here was pretend it didnât make a difference whether he stayed or left. Pretend he had that little effect on her. Maybe it wasnât too late to salvage what little was left of her pride.
âIâm sorry.â She shook her head. âIâm being rude.â
He quirked a single brow. âYeah?â
Score one for Lexi. Sheâd shocked him. Good.
âOf course. Youâre a paying guest and Iâm usually not soâ¦soâ¦â
âPissy?â He gave her another smile, this one lifting both corners of his mouth and demonstrating he still had the power to render her speechless when he laid on the charm.
âYeah. Pissy.â She let out a half-hearted fake laugh and waved hand in the air. âRough day. You know how it is. Sisters.â
His brow furrowed. âAnd howâs Sabrina doing?â
Luke had a front row seat to the implosion of the Wilder Sisters. Heâd been performing alongside them at the stadium in Oklahoma when Sabrina had her public mini-meltdown. Even though their demise as a band had meant his opportunity for stardom, Lexi didnât doubt heâd been sorry about the way it had all happened.
When sheâd been worried about Sabrina, whose entire life from the time sheâd been ten had been the stage, Luke had held Lexi every night until she fell asleep, assuring her that Sabrina would survive this. They all would. And sheâd fallen even deeper for the man. Luke reminded her there would be life after all the speculation and rumors. Because Luke Wyatt knew a lot about scandal. He understood what it was like to feel like you had to apologize just for being allowed to breathe the same air as everyone else.
âSheâs okay. Still walks around with ear buds in all the time, singing and dancing. Itâs in her blood. But I donât think she wants to get back up on a stage anytime soon. None of us do.â
He nodded, as if he understood all too well. âAnd you. Are you still writing?â
Not with you.
Never again with you.
The wall was still up and there it would stay. If anything, sheâd wallpaper it. But she was a Wilder first and foremost, and yes, they could put on a show.
She shrugged and got ready to lie. âHere and there.â
âIâm supposed to write a few more hit songs.â He held up finger quotes. âThey want me back in the studio next week. So I thought Iâd come here and relax. See if I can find some inspiration.â
His gaze took a slow slide down the length of her body and she almost feltâ¦naked. She was so not going to be his inspiration. Not this time. Heâd taken enough material from her already.
She took a breath and went for deep sincerity. âI hope you find what youâre looking for, Luke.â
And with that she opened the door to her cottage and closed it in his face.
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Heatherly Bell drinks coffee, craves cupcakes, and occasionally wears real pants.
She lives in northern California with her family.
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