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When her dear friend Tiny Knight has a stroke she calls on Rosa Carlton to help her run her Fiji resort on Lantana Island.  Dalton Knight mysteriously disappeared when Rosa was a child becoming the focus of legendary gossip only to reappear as arrogance personified and Rosa’s new boss at the resort.  When Dalton wants to sell the Island resort, against the wishes of his sister Tiny, he does not count on dealing with Tiny’s fierce ally Rosa and the overwhelming attraction he has for her making his decisions not so cut and dry.

Boss With Benefits, the first book in Talia Hunter’s new Lantana Island Romance series, will welcome readers with its charm, wit and caring. In her typical style this writer introduces characters that are interesting and more importantly that are emotionally accessible to her readers.  Dalton and Rosa were open to reaching beyond their initial poor impressions allowing this pairing to develop a genuine like of each other even in the face of future obstacles. The dialog between the leads was funny with a pinch of sexy but never lost the underlying seriousness of the events taking place.  Ms. Hunter did a great job of using different layers of tension in this work from the concern over Tiny’s health to the future of the resort to Rosa’s stalker. Once again Talia Hunter hits mark with the right mix of misgivings, love and humor in Boss With Benefits!

*I was given an advanced copy. All opinions expressed are my own.*

 

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THE HIGHLANDER IS ALL THAT

by Sabrina York

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Publication Date: October 10, 2017

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Elizabeth St. Claire has always been hard to please. Dreaming solely of Highlander men her whole life, no prancing London Lord can stand a chance at winning her heart…

… But perhaps a Scotsman can.

Elizabeth watches intrigued as the Highlander of her dreams, a Scotsman named Hamish Robb, arrives to oversee her season at the behest of her cousin, the Duke of Caithness. Elizabeth doesn’t hide her feelings for the striking Scot. But Hamish, determined to obey his order to protect the St. Claire sisters, steadfastly rejects her every seducing lure.

Believing that the debutante Elizabeth deserves a better, wealthier man, Hamish continues to turn away from her affection, even though he doesn’t exactly want to. Can this Highlander Scot resist the tempting seductress’ attempts to win his heart?

 

Excerpt

The Highlander is All That by Sabrina York

Ach. This was going to be difficult, Hamish thought as the disgruntled butler and young footman—who carried their bags—led them up the sprawling staircase to their rooms, which, for some reason, were at the far end of the east wing, a portion of the mansion that was apparently very rarely used.

And by difficult, he did not refer to the mission the duke had given them. Not even to an unwanted visit to London.

But her.

He hadn’t expected to be this attracted to one of his charges, and it had hit him like an anvil.

It had been all he could do to maintain a placid demeanor. To not stare.

But damn, she was beautiful.

They all were, the St. Claire sisters. Anne was tall and willowy with serene brown eyes, and Victoria sparkled like a diamond. Even wee Mary was a beauty.

But Elizabeth?

She took his breath away.

Small and elegant with a spritely smile and bouncing black curls, she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on.

It was a damn shame he was here to help find her a husband.

It was a damn shame she was the duke’s cousin.

It was a damn shame he wasn’t rich.

He had nothing to offer a girl like her. He had no business even thinking about her like that.

But damn, she was beautiful.

“Well, what do you think?” Ranald asked after the butler had unceremoniously shown them to their rooms. They stood by his window and stared out at the gray London sky.

“Hmm?”

“How long do you think it will be before we can go back home?”

Hamish made a face. “The season is three months.”

“But if we get them all married off, our work is done. I say, having had a look at them, it shouldna take long.” He fingered the hem of the curtain. “That one is quite a stunner.”

Something in Hamish’s gut clenched. He had nothing to offer Elizabeth, but Ranald did. His friend had a title and the majority share in the business they ran with some of their friends. While the duke might balk at having Hamish wed his cousin, Ranald would be welcomed with open arms.

The thought made him want to pummel something.

Probably Ranald.

“They’re all lovely,” he grumbled.

“Aye. But Anne is exquisite.”

Anne?

Anne?

Relief gushed through him. He had no idea why. “Och. Aye. That she is.”

“Of course, they are all verra lovely.”

“Aye.”

“We’ll probably have to be beating off suitors with a bat.”

They grinned at each other. Whacking Englishmen was always a pleasant proposition.

 

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Sabrina York is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author of more than twenty hot, humorous written works. Her stories range from sweet and sexy to scorching erotic romance. Visit her webpage to check out her books, excerpts and contests, and download a free teaser book filled with excerpts and reviews for her work.

 

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Grigori

Mythology Professor Madelyne Haynes is working on her PhD proving that Dragons really existed.  Grigori Barinov is a Dragon Shifter out to protect his family and keep their existence hidden at any cost.  When Grigori tries to put a stop to Madelyne’s line of dragon investigation leading to him and his family passions flare and secrets come to light all leading to their inescapable fate to be together.

Grigori is the first book in Lauren Smith’s paranormal Brothers of Ash and Fire series and demonstrates that this author can conquer any genre with her imaginative and engaging writing! This book was a fast read with well-staged discoveries and loads of impassioned heat. Ms. Smith’s ability to present questionable actions then temper them with sweetness and innocence for clarity guided this story to its satisfying conclusion.  Grigori was a hero who stood alone with the burdens of his leadership and heroine Madelyne’s introversion bordered on heartbreaking. The joining of these two lonely people as a couple was touching and their finding confidence as well as love was inspiring.  Look out paranormal fans Lauren Smith just added a spectacular new universe for readers to explore!

*I was given an advanced copy. All opinions expressed are my own.*

 

 

The Scot Beds His Wife is the next lush, captivating Victorian romance in the Victorian Rebels series by Kerrigan Byrne.

They’re rebels, scoundrels, and blackguards—dark, dashing men on the wrong side of the law. But for the women who love them, a hint of danger only makes the heart beat faster.

Gavin St. James, Earl of Thorne, is a notorious Highlander and an unrelenting Lothario who uses his slightly menacing charm to get what he wants—including too many women married to other men. But now, Gavin wants to put his shady past behind him…more or less. When a fiery lass who is the heiress to the land he wishes to possess drops into his lap, he sees a perfectly delicious opportunity…

A marriage most convenient

Samantha Masters has come back to Scotland, in a pair of trousers, and with a whole world of dangerous secrets from her time spent in the Wild West trailing behind her. Her only hope of protection is to marry—and to do so quickly. Gavin is only too willing to provide that service for someone he finds so disturbingly irresistible. But even as danger approaches, what begins as a scandalous proposition slowly turns into an all-consuming passion. And Gavin discovers that he will do whatever is necessary to keep the woman he has claimed as his own…

 

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Chapter Two

Union Pacific Railway, Wyoming Territory, Fall, 1880

Samantha Masters squeezed the trigger, planting a bullet between her husband’s beautiful brown eyes.

She whispered his name. Bennett. Then screamed it.

But it was the woman in his grasp she reached for as he fell to the ground.

Though they’d known each other all of twenty minutes, she clung to Alison Ross as though the younger woman were the most precious soul in the entire world, and they sank to their knees as their strength gave out.

Alison’s hold was just as tight around her, and their sobs burst against each other’s in a symphony of terror, shock, and abject relief.

What in the hell just happened?

Not twenty minutes ago, Samantha and Alison had been no more to each other than amiable fellow passengers on an eastbound train, chugging across the wintry landscape of the Wyoming Territory.

What were they now? Enemies? Survivors?

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Samantha repeated the words with every short, sobbing exhale. Though she couldn’t have said who the apology was to, exactly. To Alison? To Bennett? To whoever had been shot on the other railcars?

To God?

This morning she’d been the irate, disillusioned wife of a charming and dangerous man. An insignificant and unwilling member of the outlaw Masters Gang.

This afternoon, she’d been the new acquaintance and confidant to Alison Ross, commiserating over childhoods spent on secluded cattle ranches.

This evening, because of what she’d just done, of what they’d all just done . . . chances were good that she’d be hanged.

This train job was supposed to be like any other. Each of the Masters boarded on the last platform for miles and miles. To avoid detection or suspicion, Bennett, Boyd, and Bradley Masters would each take a seat in separate passenger cars.

Samantha would be placed in the least populated car, usually first class, as it was also the least dangerous. Once civilization completely fell away, the signal was given, and the men would strike, rounding up all passengers into one car.

This was done for the safety of the passengers as much as the Masters, themselves, as the gang didn’t generally rob people. Cash, jewelry, and personal items were never as valuable as actual cargo. The Union Pacific Railway didn’t only deliver citizens across the vast American continent. It delivered goods, sundries, and often . . . federal funds.

Even in these modern times, when it seemed all the gold had been mined from the rich hills of California, American currency was still minted in the east. Which meant everything from company payrolls, to government bonds, to cash and precious metals were transported by transcontinental railways.

And the Masters brothers, aspiring entrepreneurs, had decided that if the government wouldn’t allow them land, nor the banks grant them loans . . .

Then they’d take what they needed.

This was supposed to have been their fifth and final train job. It was supposed to have gone like the others.

No one harmed or robbed. Merely a bit inconvenienced and perhaps a little shaken. The Masters would escape with a few bags of money that the government could simply print again, a “frightened” female hostage as played by Samantha herself, and the papers would have an exciting story to publish in the morning.

The signal, both to each other and to the passengers, was one shot, fired at the ceiling, and then a command to disarm, get moving, and a gentle promise that all this would be over before they knew it. Samantha’s job was to act like any other passenger, and incite them to obey. Then, if necessary, act as the hostage to force compliance.

“People are sheep,” Boyd had always said. “They’ll follow a sweet thing like you to their doom.”

On this job, Samantha had been more comfortable than any other. At this time in October, with winter settling in but Christmas still a ways off, travel wasn’t foremost on the mind of the average American.

Her railcar had only two occupants other than herself. Alison Ross, a lively, bright-eyed San Franciscan socialite, and a well-dressed businessman more interested in his paper than conversation.

At first, Alison’s friendly overtures had vexed Samantha, as she found it hard to concentrate on responses when her blood sang with equal parts anticipation and anxiety. But, she realized, to not engage would be suspicious, and before long she’d found herself enjoying Alison’s company.

She’d not known many women her age, least of all friendly ones.

Samantha imagined that in another life, she and Alison could have, indeed, been friends.

Had she not been about to rob the train.

Had there not been more gunshots than were agreed upon . . .

Had Boyd and Bradley not bailed with the money, leaving Bennett to come after his wife, his white shirt and dark vest splattered with blood.

Oh God. What had they done?

Over the deafening beat of her heart, she’d heard Bennett say something about federal marshals. About someone taking a bullet in the shoulder. Boyd? And then a shootout.

Through vision blurred with tears, Samantha glanced at the businessman, dead-eyed and bleeding.

Her fault. All her fault.

Bennett had shot him without a word or warning. Then he’d grabbed Alison and put his pistol to her temple, because he’d known.

He’d known the second he’d seen the horror and denial on Samantha’s face at the blood on his shirt, that she wouldn’t have gone with him. That, while she’d have stayed married to an outlaw, she could never love a murderer.

“Come with me, Sam,” he’d ordered tersely. “Come with me now, and we will go to Oregon.”

It was in that moment Samantha had known he lied to her.

They’d fought about it the night before, when he’d said Boyd wanted to go south to Texas or the New Mexico Territory instead of north to Oregon like they’d planned. That oil towns were the new gold rush.

She’d railed at him. It wasn’t the life he’d promised her. They were supposed to go to the sea to make their fortune in lumber. He was going to build her a grand house on a cliff and make love to her while serenaded by thunderstorms. They’d only just escaped their desolate life on a cattle ranch in the high desert. She didn’t want to go back to bleak sweaty days beneath the harsh, unrelenting sunshine. She wanted pretty green hills, trees, and meadows. She wanted to live somewhere she could wrap a shawl about her and listen to sea storms toss rain against her windows.

Last night, she’d been shrill, and Bennett had been cruel.

But he’d awoken his charming self, randy as he ever was before a dangerous job. And she’d lain beneath his thrusting body, unable to relinquish the churning of her resentments and worries enough to appreciate his affections.

Then it was time to wash, and dress, and commit a crime.

Bennett had promised to revisit the issue. To make her smile again, to fulfill her dreams.

Problem was, Samantha had already lost faith in Bennett Masters’s charming promises. A part of her had begun to accept what she’d long feared. Bennett would never go against his brothers, brutal and backward as they were. If Boyd decreed the family was going south to work in stinking, desolate oil towns, then there was no other option but to do exactly that.

Boyd had once whispered to her in secret that, while Bennett might love her, he feared him more, and fear was always more powerful than love.

“He’d let me fuck you, if I wanted,” Boyd had threatened once when she’d been mouthy. He’d grabbed her through her trousers, his fingers digging painfully against her sex. “You’d best keep that in mind.”

She’d never forgotten that night five months ago. Because she’d told Bennett of Boyd’s behavior.

And, as Boyd predicted, he’d done nothing.

Now, when Bennett held his pistol to this helpless woman’s head, and ordered Samantha to open the door to the railcar, she’d looked into the eyes of her husband of four years.

And seen a stranger.

“You’ll let her go,” she’d reasoned evenly. “You’ll let her go, and we’ll get out of here.”

She’d opened the door. Bradley had the horses keeping pace with the train as it slowed around the McCreary Pass bend. She motioned to him, and he spurred his ride faster. They’d get off the train, and she’d figure out just what the hell had happened before making any hasty decisions.

“She’s seen us.”

Bennett’s words had frozen her blood as she realized that he wasn’t wearing his bandana.

“People have seen us before,” she’d said over her shoulder.

“Not like this, Sam. We can’t leave witnesses. She has to die—”

Samantha had reached across her body, drawn her Colt single-action, turned, and shot him between the eyes in the time it took him to pull back the hammer of his highercaliber, slower-action Smith & Wesson.

Only now, while clinging to a stranger on her knees, did she have time to think about what she’d just done.

She’d killed a man. Not just any man.

Her husband.

“Thank you,” Alison said ardently against her ear. “Thank you. I know he was your man, but I wasn’t ready to die.”

Pulling away from Alison, Samantha noted the mark that Bennett’s recently used gun left on her pale temple. He had to have killed before, hadn’t he? He just . . . murdered that innocent man like it was nothing to him. He didn’t even hesitate. And then to even consider executing a slight and lovely girl like Alison?

Her husband of four years.

God, had she ever known him at all? Wood paneling splintered above them as a bullet pierced the wall, and Alison screamed, lifting her arms to cover the green silk hat perched above a wealth of mahogany curls.

Bradley.

Samantha’s head whipped around to see that he’d gained on their car, and had witnessed the entire thing. Luckily, of the four of them, Bradley was the weakest shot and only the second-best rider.

The distinction as the best, of course, belonged to her. Boyd was the gunslinger.

Samantha dimly remembered Bennett saying that Boyd had been wounded, and with any luck, those wounds would be fatal.

Bradley’s mount galloped closer, and Samantha realized that if he gained on the train, he’d be coming for her, and only one of them would survive the encounter.

She’d found her gun where she’d dropped it, but Alison stayed her hand. “I know a way to keep your neck out of a noose,” she said, her blueberry gaze surprisingly steady through the tears. “But we’ll have to . . . to get rid of the body.”

Samantha’s racing heart shriveled, but she and Alison stayed low as they rolled Bennett’s limp body the few feet to the door.

“You’re dead, Sam!” Bradley, unable to reload his pistol on horseback, was reaching across his saddle for his rifle. Which gave the women no time to pause. No time to hesitate.

Together, they pushed Bennett through the door, and the force of the train, the wind, and momentum pulled him sideways down the iron steps. The broken sounds his body made when he hit the earth nearly killed Samantha, but Alison slammed the door just as Bradley’s rifle had found purchase on his shoulder.

Samantha could tell his shot went wild, and waited a few eternal seconds for another.

Alison gathered her wealth of skirts and knelt on a seat, peeking through the window. “He’s stopped.” She breathed in obvious relief. “He’s stopped for your—for the body.”

It was only then that Samantha began to shake. Great, bone-rattling tremors coursed through her. All warmth leached out of her, and she slumped into a seat knowing her freezing limbs wouldn’t hold her weight for much longer.

Resolutely, Alison Ross claimed the seat across from her. A bone structure as sharp and perfect as hers was only accentuated by pink blush and rouged, full lips. Emeralds swayed and twinkled in her ears, catching the light as she leaned toward Samantha.

“He called you Sam,” she noted in a sweet voice that contrasted with her sharp tone. “That’s your name?”

“S-S-Samantha,” she managed through rattling teeth. “H-his brothers. T-they’re going to kill me. I’d rather hang.”

“You told me you grew up on a cattle ranch. Was this the truth?”

Samantha nodded, wondering if she’d ever be able to breathe again. Assaulted by the picture of Bennett’s handsome face marred by a perfectly round hole between his eyes.

“You can shoot, obviously. Can you ride, herd cattle, work figures?”

She nodded again, before the absurdity of Alison’s question registered. “W-why are you being kind to me? My—my husband almost—” She couldn’t bring herself to say it. It was too horrible.

In spite of everything, a corner of Alison’s painted mouth lifted at Samantha’s expression. “Where I come from, in my country, saving a life is no small debt. Also, in my savage part of the world, from the time we’re very, very young one law is paramount to all others. Tha an lagh comraich.”

“Comraich?” Samantha blinked rapidly at the lovely, obviously wealthy woman. Either she’d gone mad, or Alison was speaking in tongues.

“It means sanctuary.”

Shaking her head, Samantha tried to understand the woman. That word had no meaning to her. What was Alison talking about, her country? She didn’t look or sound at all like an immigrant. Was she not American? Had she not said she had a fiancé in San Francisco? That her family had been wealthy ranchers and she was forced to travel east to settle a land dispute?

“I don’t know what you’ve been through, or what has happened to bring us to this place, but I think we can help each other,” the elegant woman was saying.

“I’m lost,” were the only words Samantha could conjure. Hopelessly, incredibly lost. Adrift. Misplaced. In every conceivable way.

Alison’s gaze gentled. “Tell me, Samantha, have you ever been to Scotland?”

 

Copyright © 2017 by Kerrigan Byrne and reprinted by permission of St. Martin’s Paperbacks.

 

 

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Whether she’s writing about Celtic Druids, Victorian bad boys, or brash Irish FBI Agents, Kerrigan Byrne uses her borderline-obsessive passion for history, her extensive Celtic ancestry, and her love of Shakespeare in every book. She lives at the base of the Rocky Mountains with her handsome husband and three lovely teenage girls, but dreams of settling on the Pacific Coast. Her Victorian Rebels novels include The Highwayman and The Highlander.

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Bring On the Sexy

Like a bit of sizzle and spice in your romances? Well, these four St. Martin’s Press authors know how to bring on the sexy. Featured below for your reading pleasure are four excerpts from their favorite scene. Wine and a working A/C recommended.

Jake Slade ~ Ride me Right: #2 Raising Hellfire MC by MICHELE de WINTON

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When he’d pushed his hand through her wet hair and pulled her head back, the challenge in his eyes shot through Lucy and settled in a fist around her heart. Here was hotness on a plate, just when she needed the distraction. And he wasn’t from Hell’s. You were just bemoaning the lack of action in your pants only a couple of hours ago. This wasn’t something to overthink. This was something to feel. She just had to work out how to not give up control during the process. Because if she was going to survive the next few weeks she needed to stay strong, and falling into the arms of someone like Jake ran the risk of her stumbling.

But like the handshake, the kiss had ricocheted through her system. Everything else ceased to matter. Her hand on his chest was the only defense she had. She was going to be in control here. She had to be. “Truth or Dare?” she asked.

His jaw clenched, the muscle working in his jaw. Hot damn that was sexy.

“No man is ever going to answer that with Truth. Surely you know that.”

“I was counting on it.” She wound a length of her wet hair around her finger with one hand. He let her, but she could feel the strength of his focus on her, it crawled over her skin and laid sticky fingers up to her chin. He was invested in this just as much as she was now.

“Take me under the moon.”

“What?”

“Under the moon. Outside. Take me.”

“Now?”

“Right now.”

 

Why you like it: Jake and Lucy have only just met. There is an unwritten rule in romance that you keep your characters waiting, and aching, for each other till the pay off moment, but in this series I intentionally started out each book with the main characters falling into bed with each other.  I enjoy the tension that puts in the rest of the story where they have to decide whether the very real connection they already know they have can carry them through the rest of what the plot throws at them. And in this series it throws a lot at them! Biker rivalry, kidnapping, fires, it’s all there. I hope you enjoy!

 

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Words are my drug. There, I said it and now I can’t take it back. I’ve tried doing other things. Heck I was even a dancer in Bosnia (true story), but I keep coming back to the page and getting stuck there. Hooray for words! But hooray for characters too because that’s what I love. I like to twist them up in knots, take away their toys, get them drunk and throw them at each other. I try to be mostly polite in real life (I did say mostly) so it’s a joy to unleash sassy, mouthy, smart women on the romance men of my worlds and let them at it. I know the saying goes, girls are made of sugar and spice and all things nice, but with me you can expect less sugar and more spice. Heck, these girls are made of adventure, great beer and no fear. Despite training in law (or perhaps because of it) I have been a dancer, choreographer, producer, and all round arty type in various countries for most of my life. I’ve also travhttp://www.micheledewinton.com/elled extensively, working on projects in Bosnia, India, Scotland, England, Brazil and New Zealand. I love to hear from readers so do come stalk me online – you can check out what’s happening on Facebook and Twitter, grab a free story and join my newsletter for freebies all from my website http://www.micheledewinton.com/

 

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Excerpt from ONE TASTE OF ANGEL (BOOK ONE, IRON NORSEMEN MC) by VIOLETTA RAND

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“Serafina?”

“Hi, Eagle.”

I can hear him smile. “How are you?”

“Good. Thank you for the beautiful flowers.”

“You’re welcome.”

There’s a pause but it’s not awkward. We’re both formulating what to say next. Even though he thinks I’m someone else, we’re still connected. Time and distance can’t change what nature has already dictated.

“I-I can’t do this, Eagle . . .” I’m tripping over my own tongue. I know what I need to say, but just can’t make myself do it. If I do, I’ll never see him again. Never hear his beautiful, deep voice again. I went without for so long. And now . . . God help me. I’m not ready to spend another six years wondering where he’s at and what he’s doing. Who he’s with. What girl he’s falling in love with. My hands start to tremble.

“Do what, darlin’?” he asks.

“This.”

“Explain what this means.”

“You.”

He chuckles. “I don’t remember asking you to do me yet.”

His play on words is impossible to ignore. I laugh out loud, although the thought of making love with him is bittersweet. “You’re incorrigible.”

“What’s that make you?”

“Hopeless.”

“I like hopeless,” he says sadly. “We match.”

“Do we?”

“I want to see you again, Serafina. I want to kiss your hot little mouth and touch you all over.”

That’s tame sex talk for Eagle. He’s trying to be a gentleman. “I called to let you know there’s no room in my life for a man.”

“I don’t believe you, Serafina.”

“You need to.”

“Are you into women?”

I roll my eyes. “No.”

“I am.”

I laugh again. “Should I be happy for you?”

“Only if you agree to meet me somewhere Thursday night.”

“I can’t. Between school and work . . .”

“Unless you take summer classes, pretty sure you’re off. Quit screwing around, woman. I know you want me.” Always so confident and arrogant on the outside, but underneath, where it matters most, I know there’s a tender spot.

“Maybe I’m not interested in you, Eagle. Maybe I’m just trying to blow you off without being a bitch about it.”

Expecting to hear him laugh, I’m shocked when all I get is silence. Did I hurt his feelings?

“I’ll book you for the night, Serafina. Then you won’t have a choice. I’ll be an official customer.” I hear the disapproval in his voice. “You’ll strip for me, no one else. Those tits and ass will belong to me. And I promise, once you’ve had a taste, you won’t be able to forget me.”

 

Why you like it: One of my favorite tropes is when the heroine tries to convince herself she isn’t attracted to or isn’t falling for the hero. Yeah, right!!! Angel is hot for Eagle, but doesn’t know how to deal with it. Which brings me to my other favorite thing–a sexy Alpha who never gives up. And in this case, Eagle wants Angel (Serafina) and won’t let her forget it.

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Raised in Corpus Christi, Texas, Violetta Rand spent her childhood reading, writing, and playing soccer. After meeting her husband in New England, they moved to Alaska where she studied environmental science and policy before attending graduate school. Violetta then spent nearly a decade working as a scientist, specializing in soil and water contamination and environmental assessments.

Violetta still lives in Alaska and spends her days writing romance. When she’s not reading, writing, or editing, she enjoys time with her husband, pets, and friends. In her free time, she loves to hike, fish, and ride motorcycles and 4-wheelers.

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Jaxson and Kylie from Rogue: Deadliest Lies Series by MICHELE MANNON

 

Kylie Smith is on the run. Her organization has sent a hit man after her, believing she’s betrayed them. Turns out, it’s Jaxson. The love of her life. A man she believes to be dead.

Excerpt:

I shift beneath him, and feel the towel catch, then unravel. Now if he’d only raise his chest, even a fraction of an inch . . .

Jaxson doesn’t simply lift up, he sits up, straddling my thighs with his own.

Without missing a heartbeat, his gaze feasts on what I’m offering. I keep my arms where he’s left them, high over my head. Exposing myself, offering myself to him.

“I might have been tempted by that beautiful body of yours once but now I’m immune. I feel nothing. You know why? You’re as good as dead.”

Reality crashes down and smashes my hopes at reconciliation to smithereens.

I spring to me feet, leaving the towel behind as I dive for the gun on the bedside table. But he’s too fast.

He wraps an arm around my chest and hauls me back. I jump when I feel his hand between my thighs, cupping my happy place as he lifts me high off my feet. Turning in his arms, I grab his earlobe between my teeth.

He growls deep in his throat. For a second, I think it’s him reacting to how sensitive his lobes are, remembering how I’ve done this very same thing before . . . foreplay, sex play, our aggressive way of getting down and dirty, while he was turning on the charm or deep inside me . . . but then I feel it, the tip of his finger sliding between my damp folds.

Sweet Jesus, help me.

“Draw blood. I dare you, sweetheart,” he says threateningly but without emotion.

Grrr. . . . so we’re back to this sweetheart crap? I bite down harder and am rewarded with a hiss.

He thrusts his finger deep inside me, and I immediately regret my antagonizing him.

He pushes a second finger in, then tightening his hold around my body, rubs his thumb across my clit.

It’s like lightening’s struck me straight between the thighs.

“Fuck, you’re soaking wet.”

Yes. “No.”

“Always the liar.” He bounces me high against him and his fingers sink fully inside my slick channel. “This what you want, you deceitful bitch?”

Yes. “No. Put me down,” I whisper huskily. God, this is so screwed up. My wanting him this way.

He drags his fingers out until only the tips remain.

Long ago, he’d murmured sweet promises to me. “I’ll get up inside you fast and furiously, anyway I can.” But now? Even now when there’s so much to be said? When he’s beyond furious. When he hates me?

“So what do you plan on doing?” I demand with false bravado. “Fingering me then killing me?”

He slams my back into the bathroom doorjamb. The heel of my foot presses against the arm of the expensive Louis XIV chair next to it and gives me leverage to arch back. The force of his actions drives his fingers deeper. My muscles contract around him as a climax builds up from some unfathomable place inside of me. “Jaxson,” I moan.

Everything is there in my tone. My needing him. Wanting him. My agony. My shame. Shattering any hopes at self-preservation.

“Damn you,” I hear him hiss.

 

I love the fine balance between love and hate, betrayal and trust, along with the depth of feelings between Jaxson and Kylie in this excerpt. These two characters have a wonderfully romantic history that gets shredded to pieces. Now it’s up to them to decide between love, or death.

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Michele Mannon has been a romantic ever since she held that boy’s hand behind the old tool shed. An avid reader, her go-to genre has always been romance; the darker and grittier the better. Michele began writing her own brand of sexy in 2011 and is finishing her eighth book for publication. Her work has received high praise, including Romantic Times Magazine’s TOP PICKS. Most days, Michele can be found tormenting her characters high up on a mountaintop overlooking the Delaware River, with her computer in her lap and a glass of Riesling in her hand. Visit www.MicheleMannon.com

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Ryan and Megan ~ Enforcer: Harrison Street Crew #3 by Katana Collins

 

In this sizzling sneak peek, Ryan and Megan—who’ve been in each other’s lives for a very long time—take their unresolved sexual tension to a daring new level.

“Tell me what you found out about my dad,” she said again.

Ryan spat into the sink, before moving to the toilet. “I’m about to pee, so unless you want to stand here and be subjected to that, I suggest you shut the door behind you.”

“You’re disgusting.”

“Not denying that, sweetheart. But when a man’s gotta take a leak, not much can stop him.”

Ryan took the moment to stare her down. Those hazel eyes shrewd and penetrating. “Have it your way,” he said, pulling his still hard dick out of his boxer briefs. Takes some maneuvering to piss with a stiff dick, but he managed just fine.

“Ugh,” she grunted, turning around.

“Ugh? Sweetheart, my dick’s a lot of things, but it ain’t nothing to say ‘ugh’ over.”

He finished up, moving to wash his hands and open the toothbrush she gave him. “I’ll tell you about what I learned when Rig gives the okay—”

“You’re such a pussy,” she said grabbing her own toothbrush and squeezing toothpaste onto it. “You act like such a tough guy all the time. But when it comes to making a decision or standing your ground, you always bow to your leader.”

Ryan rinsed his toothbrush before setting it on the sink as Megan did the same. The act was oddly intimate even though they’d never fucked. “Look at it my way—”

“Oh, I’ve tried,” she said, putting her toothbrush back in its holder. “I just can’t get my head that far up my ass, unfortunately.”

Ryan smirked. “You’re funny.”

“Thank you. Now get out. I have to pee before you shower.”

“I showed you mine. Tit for tat.”

“I don’t pee with my tits.”

“Tat for tat, then.”

She dipped her hands beneath her shorts, tugging them down just enough that he caught a glimpse of a dark, trimmed landing strip. In a quick movement, her shorts were down around her ankles, her legs spread revealing her swollen, needy button. It was pink and full and lush and fuck if he didn’t want to wrap his lips around her clit and lick her until she screamed out his name.

“There you go,” she whispered. “Tat for tat. Now, unless you’re finally ready to take me up on that that 21st birthday gift I asked for… get out.”

He stood a moment longer, mesmerized by her gorgeous body. Not only that though, her strength. Her tenacity. And most of all, her wit. He’d never in his life met a woman who could comeback with such clever quips. No one outside of Patrick was that funny.

He moved to the door way, stopping the closing door with his foot. “And if I said yes?”

The mask she’d been wearing around him the last five years slipped, revealing a moment of honest vulnerability. “What?”

“What if I said yes—that I was ready to take you up on your 21st birthday offer? What would you say?”

The svelte curve of her neck tightened and he could see as she swallowed. See the way her throat worked against the dryness. And then, just like that, the mask was back. “As I said before, that ship sailed. Now get out.”

When he didn’t move immediately, Megan raised her hand and slapped her palm down on his fresh stitches, shoving him out the door. Before she closed it behind him, she peeked through the crack, whispering, “This might take a while. I think I’ll have to rub one out before your shower.” Then, she closed the door and locked it.

 

Why you like it: This is easily one of my favorite scenes I’ve ever written. It’s dark, sexy but really highlights how funny and snarky Megan is. She is up there as one of my absolute favorite heroines I’ve ever written! She has a really dark past and she has a very tough exterior, but when she allows herself to be vulnerable, the person she shows that side of herself to really has to earn it!

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When Katana Collins was younger and stole her mother’s Harlequins to read beneath the covers with a flashlight, she wanted to read about the tough as nails heroine. The perfectly imperfect girl with quirks and attitude and sass. And the anti-heroes who were anything but “Prince Charming.” Forget the knight on a white horse… she wanted the bad boy on a motorcycle.

So, now, she writes those romance novels she craved to see on the shelves all those years ago—the sassy heroines. The badass heroes. She penned her first romance novel back in 2012 and now, a few years later, she is an international author with 15 published books, in a wide range of contemporary romance genres (Paranormal, New Adult, Small town, Erotic Suspense… you name it!).

She lives in Portland, Maine, with an ever-growing brood of rescue animals: a kind of mean cat, a very mellow chihuahua, and a very not mellow lab puppy… oh yeah, there’s a husband somewhere in that mix, too. She can usually be found hunched over her laptop in a cafe, guzzling gallons of coffee, and wearing fabulous (albeit sometimes impractical) shoes.

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DIRTY BOXING

The Blood and Glory series

Volume 1

Harper St. George and Tara Wyatt

Pocket Star EBook

September 18, 2017

ISBN 9781501170195

$1.99

 

“St. George (A Marriage Deal with the Outlaw) and Wyatt (Necessary Work) have written a fast-paced romance filled with sizzling chemistry, which will have readers rooting for Jules and Nick to find their way back to each other.

Verdict: This novel will have broad appeal for readers of sexy contemporary romance, not just those who have an interest in MMA.”

—Library Journal

After an unstable childhood, Jules Darcy is very familiar with the risks of falling in love. And as an adult, she’s never let herself forget just how high those stakes can be. That’s why she ran away a year ago after her fling with MMA fighter Nick Giannakis quickly got serious. But when she jumps at the opportunity to reconnect with her dad by accepting a job with his growing fight league, she’s stunned to learn the abs, the chiseled arms, and the rock-solid punches she has to market belong to none other than her former fling. Unable to run away from the sexy middleweight this time, Jules vows to keep things strictly professional. But one look at Nick, and her resolve starts to crumble….

The last thing Nick expects when he signs with the prestigious World Fighting Championship is that he’ll have to work with the only woman who ever broke his heart. Desperate to hide the pain she caused him, Nick vows to keep his distance from his gorgeous ex. But when he realizes their intense chemistry hasn’t faded after a year apart, he wonders if they could have a future together, even if dating the boss’s daughter could complicate his bid for the championship belt.

Under the bright lights of Las Vegas, in the world of high-stakes prize fighting, they’ll have to take a risk and decide if their love is worth fighting for.

 

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About the Authors

 

 

Harper St. George was raised in rural Alabama and along the tranquil coast of northwest Florida. It was a setting filled with stories of the old days and it instilled in her a love of history, romance, and adventure. By high school, she had discovered the romance novel, which combined all of those elements into one perfect package. She has been hooked ever since. She currently lives on Florida’s Emerald Coast with her family and loves to connect with readers. She would love to hear from you. Please visit her website at HarperStGeorge.com or connect with her on Facebook at Facebook.com/HarperStGeorge.

 

Tara Wyatt is a contemporary romance and romantic suspense author who has won several awards, including the Unpublished Winter Rose, the Linda Howard Award of Excellence, and the Heart of the West. A librarian by day and romance writer by night, Tara lives in Hamilton, Ontario with the world’s cutest dog and a husband who makes all of her heroes look like chumps. Find her at Tara-Wyatt.com.

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Release Date: September 12, 2017

 

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Within A Captain’s Soul

William “Bump” Quinn is now the Captain of the infamous pirate ship the Scarlet Night that he grew up on. Jian Jun is Captain of a vast pirate army in China.  When Bump unexpectedly finds himself the soul survivor of his ship, after a vicious storm destroys all that he holds dear, he finds himself a guest of Jian Jun.  Surrounded in danger Bump is presented with a treasure beyond his wildest dreams but is it worth risking his soul?

The heroes and heroines of Lisa A. Olech’s Captains of the Scarlet Night series are given a swan song worthy of the conclusion of this extraordinary series in Within A Captain’s Soul.  Book five  told the story of a beloved secondary character in this series, William “Bump” Quinn, a deaf, mute orphan adopted by previous Captains Gavin and Alice “Tupper” Quinn. Ms. Olech nurtured Bump through numerous books into the kind of man to be admired and looked up to and in doing so made the ideal romance hero. Bump was a unique and multifaceted character that withstood the test of this series as they both matured. Jian Jun was a great surprise and a fabulous heroine with her challenging past and empowered persona. In the merciless world of pirates Bump and Jun were strong when needed as well as tender, giving them a beautiful contrast in their roles. This author reached far and took chances on characters that many writers might pass over as being too different yet in giving them center stage made memorable and finely crafted portrayals. Within A Captain’s Soul is the kind of book that lingers as old friends move on to their well-deserved happy endings and embark on their new beginnings, a standout read!

*I was given an advanced copy. All opinions expressed are my own.*

*While part of a series this book can be read as a stand alone.*