The Flawed Heart Series Spinoff Book 1
by Ellie Wade
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Pub Date: 5/28/19
Georgia Wright has never believed in fairy tales. That is, until Wyatt Gates walks into her life.
But fate has other plans in mind for these two, and their early blossoming romance is over before it’s even begun. Ever since that day, Georgia is determined to live an untethered life. She’s never felt comfortable with the fact that she grew up with a trust fund when others had so little. Now she travels to places where she can help people in need and do her part to make the world a better place.
It isn’t until seven years later, when the two meet again, that they get a second chance to get things right.
Wyatt has never found it easy to trust. Ever since his mother passed away, he has a hard time opening up to anyone. Now the owner of a Pitbull rescue called Cooper’s Place, he has slowly began to turn his life around. When the last person he ever wants to see again, Georgia Wright, walks back into his life, the sparks they once shared are impossible to ignore and the walls he so carefully built around his world start to come crashing down.
Will Georgia and Wyatt let the misunderstandings of their past keep them apart? Or will their attraction to one another lead these two passionate souls to finally find their happily ever after?
Ellie Wade resides in southwest Michigan with her husband, three young children, and two dogs. She has a Master’s in Education from Eastern Michigan University, and she is a huge University of Michigan sports fan. She loves the beauty of her home state, especially the lakes and the gorgeous autumn weather. When she is not writing, she is reading, snuggled up with her kids, or spending time with family and friends. She loves traveling and exploring new places with her family.
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My Heart Series by Brey King
Genre Adult Paranormal Romance & Urban Fantasy
Publisher King Novelettes
Publication Date 2015
Series on Amazon
Being the Alpha King, it was expected that King Joshua would find his mate and claim her. His parents thought that it would be a great idea to gather all of the eligible single women together at the castle. They wanted to host a special event so that he could meet his mate. King Joshua felt that agreeing to the event would satisfy his parents, so he grudgingly agreed. He thought that there was no way he would find his mate be at the event tonight.
Kamela couldn't believe it, she was invited to the castle for a special gathering. All she had ever wanted in life was to see the inside of the castle and to catch a glimpse of the handsome King Joshua. Especially since she had never seen him in real life, and she didn't know what he looked like.
Find out how one night changes the lives of King Joshua and Kamela as they try to find their heart's desire. My Heart, My Kingdom's Queen will touch your heart and encourage you to cheer the lovers towards each other.
Stand-alone book that starts the My Heart Series. Key focus is love, romance, and clearing up a misunderstanding between a wolf shapeshifter (shifter) and a curvy woman.
I noticed something amazing that I had to see up close. It drew me to it like a magnet.
Seeing the exquisite and picturesque fountain up close that had caught my attention, made everything else disappear into the background. Making a beeline for it was at the forefront of my mind. Everything and everybody faded away as I stood in amazement at its beauty.
The fountain had flowing water that looked like it was multicolored because of the sculpture underneath it. There were various fish floating around at the bottom and it made the water come alive. It took my breath away and made me feel all tingly inside. Who would have thought I would have had that response to a fountain?
Suddenly, very near my ear, I heard a very sexy and low voice say, “Very beautiful, wouldn’t you agree?”
I quickly stepped away and spun around to confront the voice speaking directly into my right ear. “Do you make it a habit of approaching women you don’t know? Kindly, step back and give me a little space please.”
My response seemed to have shocked him because I gathered from the shock that quickly appeared in his eye. It was there only for a moment and I would have missed it if I hadn’t been staring in his eyes. We both stood gazing at each other for a little bit. Of course, he was taller than me by several inches. Before I could start daydreaming about him...
He gave me a sexy, cocky smile and then said. “I beg your pardon. As an apology, please allow me to give you a private tour of the outdoor gardens, where you can view more fountains.”
Love, humor and drama are the focus of this romance between James and Jasmine.
Jasmine is a busy events planner with her own team and business that she runs efficiently. Because of bad romantic decisions she made early in life, she's not looking for love. As a matter of fact she's running away from it.
James had noticed Jasmine at a recent event and realized right away that she was his mate. No way was he going to let her opinions get in the way of their relationship. He was a man after the heart of his princess.
Read this book to find out how love, humor and drama play a part in the romance of James and Jasmine.
This is a good short read over lunch time or for an afternoon just relaxing.
When you have been hiding a secret from the man that you have been in love with since you two were teen sweetheart, crazy things can happen when it comes out.
Caroline has been in love with Samson since they were teenagers. After they were separate at 15, Caroline kept a secret from Samson for 20 years. Even now, she has mandated that her family members who know the secret, not say anything to Samson.
For 20 years, Samson has been in love with Caroline. Being her brother's best friend has allowed him to keep Caroline in his life, partially. He's watched her from afar as she went about her life without him yet he could feel the mating pull towards her.
Read on to find out what the secret is and whether Samson and Caroline will be able to work things out.
Love doesn't see age or color
Learning how to receive and accept love
What's age got to do with love?
In the case of Prince Samuel and Cleo, they don't allow an age difference stop them from falling in love.
Cleo is a 31-year-old career woman who loves living life to the fullest and being a risk-taker. Even though she occasionally allows doubt to plague her, she's willing to face her fears and try to overcome them. She's a busy fashion stylist and designer who hasn't been looking for love. Since she's always so busy, she put love on the back burner while she grew her business. After successfully pulling off styling King Samson's and Princess Caroline's wedding (Book 3: My Heart, My Kingdom's King), she was finally feeling the mating pull. Caroline is her best friend, yet Cleo is falling in love with Caroline's son, Prince Samuel who is 21-years-old.
Samuel just turned 21, just finished college and just started working in his father corporation. He's the Prince and heir to a mighty fortune and being part of a royal family, Samuel is used to getting everything he wants. And he wants Cleo even though she is 10 years older than he is. Love doesn't see age or color and he's going to work hard to get the woman that he is feeling a mating pull for. Even if she is his mom's best friend.
Dive into the lives of Samuel and Cleo as they face finding love, others trying to keep them apart, and their own fears of coming together as a couple. See why love doesn't see age or color as they fall in love and unite their hearts.
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About Brey King
BREY KING – My life as a passionate writer has been hanging around for a while. However, in 2015, I took the leap and self-publishing my first book. I’m so glad that I did because the characters from my books have come to life for me and my readers.
Key to my writing technique is being open to where my characters lead me when I create my ideal writing environment. I love to build in humor that actually makes you laugh out loud along with a little bit of drama spice. The funnier and dramatic I can make my characters, the better for my books.
My hope is that you will check out my books as they become available and then support me by leaving a review. Your feedback and comments are important to me!
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Jasmine Lewis has tried, and failed, to ignore local Australian bartender, Shane, who's in Cherry Springs while working on his master’s.
She’s kept him at arm’s length, fearing the passion he ignites when nearby, but he does his best to remind her of what she’s missing.
Now school’s out and he’ll have to leave. Will a marriage of convenience give them what the both want?
Too Dangerous is the fifth and final book in the Lewis Cousins series by Bethany Lopez. Grab this sexy standalone romance today.
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he’ll have to brave treacherous territory.
In the wilds of Alaska, grieving former marine Colter Hayes shuts out the world…until he and his combat tracker dog become Kensie Morgan’s last hope of finding her long-missing sister. The improbable mission starts to rekindle Colter’s desire to rejoin the world—while saving Kensie from a killer unsettles his heart. Can they find all they are searching for before it’s too late?
He heard the engine a second after that, spotted the old station wagon careening around the corner, cutting through the slippery snow way too fast. And a woman frozen in the middle of the street.
"Move!" he screamed at the woman, cursing the injury in his own leg - sustained at the same time as Rebel's - as he raced for both of them.
He'd never make it in time.
The world around him seemed to move in slow motion as panic shot up his throat, mingling with the cold and making it hard to breathe. The car slip-sliding out of control. His five-year-old Malinois-German Shepherd mix - the only friend he had left in the world - running straight in front of it.
Colter pushed his leg as hard as he could, trying to follow, trying to be any use at all. But it was no good.
Rebel leapt up high, slamming into the woman's chest with her front legs, knocking both of them out of sight as the car raced past Colter. It slowed for a second, then sped off.
The panic dropped lower, making his chest hurt and his heart beat too fast. The memory of a year ago, of Rebel jumping on him as a bullet passed so close he felt its trajectory over his head, made it hard to breathe.
He tried to push it out of his mind, willed himself not to fall into that darkness as he raced across the street, sliding in the snow toward the two figures lying prone on the ground. He dropped to his knees, ignoring the pop in his knee and the pain that rushed up his thigh.
Another memory from a year ago, of surgery after surgery as he begged to know the condition of his unit. No one would tell him.
Colter blinked the present back into focus.
I love the author's voice and way to tell the story, it is so effortless with the natural flow that it is easy to submerge yourself into the tale.
The three main characters, Colter Hayes, Rebel, and Kensie Morgan are endearing and so perfect for each other. Rebel steals the scene easily, as she does her best to protect her partner Colter, as well as her new friend, Kensie. I love the brokenness and vulnerability of the main characters, cause that made them so relatable. There is something truly lovable in a hero and heroine who despite the challenges life has given them, are able to learn from them, conquer their mind over matter, and make a new normal, a new type of life that suits their circumstances.
The danger Colter and Kensie face comes from multiple fronts, keeping the story continuously on the edge. The elements of the Alaskan wilderness, the cold, snow, the terrain, the unwelcoming neighbors who just want to be left alone does not make the investigation easy or the surviving, staying alive effortless when things go wrong.
The attraction between Colter and Kensie is palpable, yet the author lets them go about it on their own speed and space. Their both need time to heal, they both need to forgive themselves the past events, they both have to find their new normal again before nothing can be built between them, yet even with this dilemma, the author delivers a perfectly satisfying, adorably sweet, well wrapped up ending that left a huge smile on my face. Ah, the reason why I read romance!
~ Four Spoons with a teaspoon on the side
Elizabeth graduated from the University of Michigan with a degree in English Literature. She’s a member of International Thriller Writers, Mystery Writers of America and Romance Writers of America.
Eva Rae Thomas Mystery Book 1
by Willow Rose
Genre: Mystery, Thriller
Published April 15, 2019
The girl isn't just any child. She's the town's most beloved surf idol, and it was believed that she could be the next Kelly Slater.
As another child, the son of a well-known senator is kidnapped, and the parents receive a disturbing video, FBI profiler Eva Rae Thomas — who has just returned to her hometown, divorced and out of a job — plunges into the investigation, breaking her promise to her children not to do police work again.
Local law enforcement, with her old flame Matt Miller in charge, are the ones who ask for her help in a case so unsettling that only she can solve it. But the deeper they dig, the deadlier it becomes for Matt and Eva Rae. Soon, everyone she holds dear is in grave danger as this case hits a little too close to home.
DON’T LIE TO ME is the first book in the Eva Rae Thomas Mystery Series and can be read as a standalone.
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Willow lives on Florida's Space Coast with her husband and two daughters. When she is not writing or reading, you will find her surfing and watch the dolphins play in the waves of the Atlantic Ocean.
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When Tara Fujimoto’s quest to avenge her sister’s death makes her a target, a sexy security specialist steps in to watch her back, but his quiet appeal threatens her carefully guarded heart. Can she resist their lightning-hot attraction, and stay alive long enough to expose her enemy?
Former military special operator Jeff Patarava has good reasons to keep his distance from his impossibly perfect coworker, but when her life is threatened, his resolve is shot to hell. Forced into close proximity, sparks fly as he learns she’s far more than her flawless appearance suggests. Now, he’ll put everything on the line to keep her alive.
I have made it rather vocal in the past that I do not like hero's who are man-sluts, just not my thing. And I am all about equality, so I admit that the heroine in this story with her 'fuckbuddies' (author's word) and strings of one night stands was difficult to relate to at first. It really took me a while to warm up to Tara Fujimoto, but I did grow to like her, and towards the halfway point in the book, I truly did care about her destiny and worried about her surviving to see another day. Yes, she is different, she has this polished wall surrounding her that did not match the inside of her, her temperament, her way of talking, acting, reacting, it was unique, and a bit brute at times, but she was real, and with Jeff Patarava, she didn't hide her true self.
Jeff was in a tough spot, trying to help Tara while needing to find and rescue his son. Jeff and Tara were very different in their personalities and interests, yet when the true identities of these two finally come to light, there are not so many differences after all.
They have chemistry, they click, the physical attraction between them is hot, palpable, and even with the rough touches and actions, still have tender moments and even innocence in an interesting way.
The suspense is up close and deadly dangerous. The attacks and threats are coming from all sides, no one is safe, not for a moment, and to escape in an old RV was a genius undercover move.
The story is vastly entertaining, it is sexy, it is perilous, rough, and raw in many aspects. I enjoyed it and the learned to appreciate the distinctively unique touches in the tale. A great addition to the series that is filled with tense suspense and ardent love stories with intriguing characters.
~ Four Spoons
Growing up, Gwen Hernandez wasn’t brave enough to share the stories in her head with other kids, but they usually involved intrigue and romance. She was raised in the Army and Navy, and married an Air Force engineer, so it’s natural that her Men of Steele series features military heroes and heroines who must overcome danger to find true love.
In her free time, she likes to travel, read, jog, flail on a yoga mat, and explore southern California, where she currently lives with her husband and a lazy golden retriever.
LUCA by Brenda Rothert is now live!
I only have one love now—the home furnishings business I’m building into an empire. Maybe money and success can’t love me back, but they keep what’s left of my heart safe. One-night stands are my way of scratching the occasional itch I get for something more. And no one’s better for that than a sexy as sin hockey player I’ll never see again after one very hot night together.
I used to love two things: hockey and women. But now my nieces and nephew are my top priority, because I’m raising them after tragedy stole their parents. Somehow I balance single parenthood and my career as a forward for the Chicago Blaze. There’s no time for women, until I get knocked on my ass by Abby Daniels. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted, but her devastating past may end us before we even get started.
“Hold still, Uncle Luca.”
My niece Emerson gives me her best glare, but she’s five and cute, so it makes me smile.
“I’m trying,” I tell her, checking out the dark purple polish she’s trying to brush onto my nails.
It’s not my inability to hold still that has more nail polish on my skin than my nails; it’s her technique. My “MANicure”, as my two nieces like to call it, started with my ten-year-old niece Cora and was then passed off to Emerson.
“I found yogurt!” Cora says as she breezes into my bathroom. “It’s got strawberries in the bottom, but that’s okay. This face mask will make you smell good, Uncle Luca.”
I try not to roll my eyes. It’ll be better than the last face mask they whipped up in the kitchen, which had butter in it and was a bitch to scrub off in the shower.
“I have to leave for practice in twenty-five minutes,” I remind the girls. “And I still need a shower. So you have ten more minutes to beautify me.”
“Will you paint my nails, too?” Cora asks me.
I was shit at painting nails when I first became the legal guardian of my two nieces and one nephew a little over a year ago. With practice, though, I’ve gotten pretty damn good at it.
“How long ‘til Gram and Gramps will be here?” Emerson asks, still painting my thumb nail even though she’s looking at me.
“About four hours ‘til their flight lands, then maybe an hour for them to get to the house.”
Her toothless grin of excitement makes me ignore the nail polish I can feel on my knuckle.
“Emerson!” Cora yells. “You ruined it! That looks awful.”
Cora picks up the bottle of purple nail polish and Emerson’s happy expression drops away.
“Give it to me,” Cora huffs, holding out her hand for the handle to the polish. “I never should have let you do it.”
“Hey, now.” I give Cora a sharp look. “She was doing her best.”
Cora’s eyes flood with tears. Emerson edges closer to me, because she knows what happens when Cora gets upset.
“He won’t let us do spa days if you mess it up!” Cora cries, glaring at her younger sister. “You ruined everything!”
“You didn’t ruin anything,” I tell Emerson. “And Cora, I never said we wouldn’t do this again. We can do a big spa day after my road trip, okay?”
Cora wipes her eyes and nods, still crying. It kills me to see her like this. As the oldest, she carries more of the weight from the deaths of her parents than her siblings. We’ve been in counseling for more than a year now, transitioning through the death of their mother, my sister-in-law Danielle, to the kids’ new life with me as their guardian. The clinical terms for what Cora struggles with—anxiety and controlling tendencies—are easier for me to handle than her breakdowns.
The tension leaves the room and Emerson starts my massage, which is pretty much just her karate chopping my shoulders, while Cora slathers strawberry yogurt onto my face.
“Is your shoulder better?” Cora asks me.
“Yep, it’s all good.”
“Think my mashage helped?” Emerson asks from behind me.
She can’t pronounce some words, and I kinda hope that’ll last longer, because it gets me every time.
“It definitely helped,” I tell her.
I tweaked my shoulder at practice yesterday, and Cora noticed me wince when I was taking out the trash last night. She worries about every sinus cold and bruise I get. I can’t blame the kid. Her dad, my brother Matt, died serving in Iraq and her mom passed away from cancer a year later.
“Hey, let’s get your nails painted, Cora,” I say after glancing at my watch. “I’ve only got five minutes til I have to hit the shower.” I turn to Emerson. “Can you go get the nail polish remover, peanut?”
“Okay.” She races from the room, brown curls flying behind her.
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comes a brand new series where second chances don’t come often,
and overcoming an unexpected loss means breaking everything you knew.
I fell for Cameron Connolly at the wrong time. And when he left, I thought my life was over. But then, after the worst happened, I truly understood what that phrase meant. Now, he’s not ready for a second chance, and I’m not offering one. Though given that our families have been forced together after losing one of our own, I know there’s no turning back. Not this time. Not again. Not when it comes to Cameron.
I never wanted to hurt Violet Knight, but there were reasons I had to leave all those years ago—not that she'd believe me if I told her what they were. I not only left her, I also left my foster brothers. Honestly, I didn’t want to come back to Denver to help run my father’s failing brewery. But when it comes to my brothers, I know I’ll find a way to make it work. Perhaps I’ll even earn Violet’s forgiveness and face the connection we both thought long forgotten in the process. Because I wanted her then, but now I know I need her. I just hope she needs me.
“I got it, boss. You never get drunk or actually have fun these days. You’re allowed to do it now. Nobody else really saw you like that, only me.”
I nodded, holding out my hand for the other man. “Thanks, Beck. No one really needs to see us like this.”
Beckham shook my hand and gave me a tight nod. “Well, sometimes, you just need a day where you can breathe. I know today must’ve been hard for the girls, and you guys. I didn’t know Allison, but I can see from the way you guys are grieving for her that she must’ve been a good person.”
I swallowed hard, my throat tight. “She was one of the best.” I hadn’t been here to know who she had become these past years, but it still didn’t make any sense that the smiling girl that I had known wasn’t here anymore.
But that was the thing with death, nothing made sense.
Beckham got cars for everybody, and somehow, Violet ended up in mine. I didn’t really know how that had happened, but Beckham had a way about him. Either he was an idiot, or he was trying to get on my good side. Not that I actually knew if this would be good. For all I knew, this would mess everything up even more.
“Why am I at your house?” Violet asked as we got out of the ride share’s car. I did my best to focus on giving the man a tip before helping Violet into the house. “I think Beckham’s weird.”
“Or you and Beckham have serious plans that did not involve telling me about them.” She raised her chin and sauntered into my living room.
I did my best to keep my gaze off her ass, but it was very hard when she was wearing tight leggings that just seemed to mold to her butt. I really, really liked her curves, had liked them before, and I liked them even more now.
I looked around my living room, hoping I had cleaned it up at least a little bit, and then looked down at Dillon’s shoes in the entryway. Shit. I had forgotten. I forgot that I wasn’t alone in this house.
“Uh, we need to be quiet, Dillon’s here.”
She rolled her eyes and glared. “What do we have to be quiet about? Am I here for nefarious purposes?”
I snorted. And then I went up to Violet and framed her face with my hands. “We’re too drunk. Way too drunk.”
“Of course, we are. I think being drunk’s the only way I can actually think.”
And because I knew it was a mistake, I let it happen anyway. I lowered my head and brushed my lips across hers, just a caress, for just a moment.
I had missed this. Missed this more than anything.
And when she didn’t move away, I kissed her again.
This is what I’d been missing. Violet.
It’d always been her.
And I knew there was no way that she would let me continue doing this. Knew that there was no way that this was the right decision.
So I kissed her.
Because I had to.
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Title: Off the Record
Author: Taylor Danae Colbert
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Dax Thatcher?” I ask. “But isn’t he sorta. . .old?”
Ugh. Celebrities. I mean, I know I took a job as a reporter for the Celebrity and Pop Culture department of our magazine, but it was just supposed to be a stepping stone to the more real stuff.
Despite the fact that Dax Thatcher was the subject of many of my teen fantasies--and I may or may not have an entire playlist dedicated to his music--he’s still just another star.
Until I meet him. Until his golden eyes pierce through me that day on his Malibu deck. Until I find myself having dinner with him, going backstage with him, lying on the beach with him.
And then I remember my assignment: a four-issue feature on Dax Thatcher. . .and his upcoming wedding.
I have to focus. I’m a serious journalist, and he is in a serious relationship. But that doesn’t stop me from wondering what those tattooed arms might feel like wrapped around me, or how soft the sheets on his California king bed are.
Yikes. This celebrity stuff might be a little more real than I thought.
It’s quiet for a few minutes. I’m not sure what’s running through his head, but I’m sitting here trying to figure out what this is. Is he this nice to everyone that interviews him? Does he make this much time for all reporters?
“Your, uh, ink is showing,” he says, and I catch myself staring ahead blankly.
He points to my shoulder, which my sweater has abandoned and is sliding down off of. I move quickly to pull it back up.
“I wouldn’t have pegged you for the tattoo type,” he says, sitting back in his chair.
“Then you’ll be interested to know that I actually have four,” I say, sitting back in mine, trying to exude the same confidence that he is. I feel his eyes scanning my body again, searching all my exposed skin. I point down at my wrist at the half-heart.
“My sister has the other half,” I say.
I pull my sweater back again, showing him my shoulder. “These are the coordinates of the apartment I grew up in in Brooklyn.”
He nods again, squinting his eyes to see it.
I lift my hair and turn away from him slightly.
“This is just some dumb design I got when I turned eighteen,” I say, letting him scope out the idiotic starburst that trails down the back of my neck. I had drawn it up on a napkin the morning I became legal. It was my first attempt at rebelling, but my parents brushed it off, taking away all the fun.
I drop my hair and turn back toward him.
“And the fourth one?” he asks. I feel my cheeks flush, and I shrug.
“Not for public viewing,” I say, taking a slow sip of my wine.
His eyes flicker with something—a combination of intrigue and impatience, maybe. Then he leans forward, clasping his hands on the table.
“So you’re saying I should take you somewhere private?” he whispers, and my wine breath catches in my throat. I’m all flustered, but I need to keep my shit together. I need to figure out where his head is. I snap myself back to reality, trying desperately to hold on to that fake confidence I had earlier. I lean forward.
“Do you take all of the reporters that interview you somewhere private?” I ask. He leans back slightly, raising an eyebrow at me, that panty-dropping half-smile creeping over his lips.
“Only the ones who’ve seen me naked,” he says, dabbing at his perfect mouth with a napkin.
“And how many is that? Twenty? Thirty?” I ask. He shakes his head.
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Taylor Danae Colbert is a romance and women’s fiction author. When she's not chasing her toddler or hanging with her husband, she's probably under her favorite blanket, either writing a book, or reading one. Taylor lives in Maryland, where she was born and raised. For more information, visit taylordanaecolbert.com.
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Title: Twisted Pride
Author: Cora Reilly
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Published: April 16th, 2019
Remo Falcone is beyond redemption.
As Capo of the Camorra he rules with a brutal hand over his territory – a territory the Chicago Outfit breached.
Now Remo is out for retribution.
A wedding is sacred, stealing a bride sacrilegious.
Serafina is the niece of the Boss of the Outfit, and her hand has been promised in marriage for years, but kidnapped in her wedding dress on her way to church by Remo, Serafina quickly realizes that she can’t hope for saving. Yet, even in the hands of the cruelest man she knows, she is determined to cling to her pride, and Remo soon understands that the woman at his mercy might not be as easy to break as he thought.
A ruthless man on a quest to destroy the Outfit by breaking someone they are supposed to protect.
A woman intent on bringing a monster to his knees.
Two families that will never be the same.
Something in Remo’s dark eyes shifted, something hungry and lethal unfurling. He leaned closer, his breath hot against my lips. “You are playing a dangerous game, Angel.”
I smiled. “So are you.”
His lips pressed against mine. I hadn’t expected it. Almost kisses, like threats ghosting over my skin, had been his tactic … until now. This wasn’t a ghost touch. It was substantial, and yet it felt like the promise of a kiss, a threat of what lay ahead. Stunned by Remo’s action, I held his gaze. Finally, I ripped away and raised my palm to slap him, but he caught my wrist. He jerked me closer once more.
“That’s the kiss Danilo would have given you in church, and maybe even later on your wedding night. Polite. Controlled. Reverent.” His voice dipped low. “That’s not a kiss.”
Anger surged through me. “You—”
Remo’s mouth crashed down on mine, fingers bruising my hip as his other hand cradled my wrist between our bodies. His lips conquered mine, his tongue tasting the seam of my mouth, sucking at my tender lower lip, demanding entrance. Heat flushed through me, and my lips parted slightly. Barely. A flicker of submission and Remo plunged his tongue into my mouth, tasting me, consuming me.
Cora lives in Germany with a cute but crazy Bearded Collie, as well as the cute but crazy man at her side. When she doesn't spend her days dreaming up sexy books, she plans her next travel adventure or cooks too spicy dishes from all over the world.
Despite her law degree, Cora prefers to talk books to laws any day.
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Southern Devotion Series Box Set
by Amy K. McClung
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Boxset Published: April 27, 2019
1. love, loyalty, or enthusiasm for a person, activity, or cause.
A complete series of stories about love, friendship, and making some of life’s most difficult choices.
For The love of Gracie •• Book 1
What lengths will the man of her dreams go to… for the Love of Gracie?
Curves In The Road •• Book 2
With a decision to make, is it possible for two lost loves to find their way back to each other or are there too many curves in the road?
Complicated Relationships •• Book 3
Love… it’s complicated.
Twisted Fate •• Book 4
Two love stories. Two lost souls. Two fates, twisted together.
For the Love of Gracie
Southern Devotion Book 1
Always falling for the wrong guy, Gracie Walker hasn't had much luck finding Prince Charming. She's reached a point where it's easier to forget about romance and focus on what's important: college, clubbing, and her friends.
But the best-laid plans don't always pan out as hoped.
Caught up in a web of relationships that threaten nothing but pain, Gracie has to decide who she can trust and who can help keep her safe.
What lengths will the man of her dreams go to… for the Love of Gracie?
"Good morning, Cam."
He snickered. "Morning, hot stuff. So, Ashton got you home safely last night."
I rolled over and sat up with him. "He's a nice guy. He told me that you and Gavin have a thing?"
Cameron grabbed his chest in shock. "What? Okay, tell me everything he said! Oh, my gosh, so Gavin likes me?"
Oops, now I remember. Ashton said Gavin had a thing for Cameron, not that they had a thing together.
"Um, shoot. I'm not sure I was supposed to tell you that. Stupid martinis." I slapped my head then winced. "Ouch."
He put his hands together in a praying fashion and begged, "Baby girl, if you love me, you'll tell me. Gavin is the hottest guy I know and if he has a thing for me, it would make my lifetime!" He was giddy, to put it mildly.
He bounced on the bed next to me, as anxious as a kid on Christmas morning.
"Dude, hangover! Please stop bouncing."
He calmed himself and batted his eyelashes at me, not giving up on his quest for information.
I sighed, exasperated. "All I know is that Gavin has a thing for you and Ashton thinks you two would make a cute couple." Cameron fell back onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling, grinning like the Cheshire cat.
He was so still, I thought the news had sent him into shock. That was until he sat straight up and shouted, "Woohoo!"
I smacked my hand over his mouth to cover the sound, not sure if everyone was awake in the house.
Angel answered by knocking on the wall and yelling, "Zip it, Cam!"
We both snickered before Cameron wrapped his arms around my waist and tackled me back down on the bed in a hug. "Girl, I love you. You made my day!" he whispered loudly. He pressed his lips against mine fiercely, stood up and helped me out of bed.
"Let's go shopping today," he said. "I want to find a new outfit for the next time I see Gavin." Cam invaded my closet and assaulted me with one piece of clothing after the next.
"Let me get a shower first, 'k?"
He shrugged. "'K. I'll go make you my patented hangover cure—scrambled eggs."
When I stepped out of the shower, the smell of eggs made my stomach churn. Tucking the towel around me, I stepped into the bedroom, immediately focusing on Cam scrolling through my phone.
"Damn, does anyone understand privacy?" I snatched the phone from him.
He didn't laugh, his face suddenly pensive. "Check your texts. I picked your phone up to check my Facebook account and saw you had fifteen missed messages. I don't like that guy, Gracie."
I dropped my towel and slipped on black lace panties and a matching bra.
Cam whistled. "What's with the sexy unders?"
I shimmied into my blue jeans and buttoned them before answering. "I'm going to see Hudson later today. You don't know him, Cam. That's not the Hudson I know, so can you just lay off a little until I figure things out with him?"
Cameron wrapped his arms around my waist from behind. "You shouldn't be wasting your time with that asshat, Gracie. That's all I'm saying. You're smoking hot and you deserve someone better. Is this really a guy you can see yourself with forever?"
I scoffed. "Who's talking about forever? He's sweet and kind. And Jesus, the sex is good. I'm only twenty-one. I have plenty of time to find forever."
He shook his head. "Spoken like a true guy. I should be so hot for you."
I smacked him playfully.
Curves in the Road
Southern Devotion Book 2
Living in Nashville with his daughter, Katelyn, single dad Derrick Collins’s main goal is to provide a good life for his daughter. With no social life to speak of, he knows it’s time for a change. He just needs to find the perfect woman who will complete his happy family. The problem is he’s already met her and let her go.
Mary Jane Evans’s life took a path she could only dream of. Though leaving her home in Nashville meant saying goodbye to childhood friends, family, and the first man she ever loved. Now she has to choose if she will return or continue her new journey.
With a decision to make, is it possible for two lost loves to find their way back to each other or are there too many curves in the road?
When I was five, I thought I was in love with my best friend, Jimmy, who lived next door. That changed when he fed my favorite Barbie doll to the dog, breaking my heart. When I was ten, I fell for my schoolmate Robbie when he helped me up after someone pushed me into the mud. My heart later shattered when my dad told me we were moving to the big city of Nashville from our small backwoods town in Kentucky, and I had to say goodbye to him. At fifteen, I fell for Marcus Jacobs, the smartest guy in school. He was our valedictorian, and I never told him how I felt. He “came out of the closet” after high school. And then I turned twenty-one and met Derrick Collins.
Derrick was the guy who made me realize that I’d never known love before I met him. Reading about toes-tingling, heart-stopping kisses, and romantic gestures, I always questioned whether such things existed. My lifelong question was answered the first time we kissed, and I felt it course through my body from my lips straight to my toes with electric pulses racing everywhere in between.
Growing up, I always had an issue with weight and never felt comfortable with the opposite sex. Puberty hit and my waistline expanded more than my breasts. Luckily, I had a growth spurt around sixteen. I was taller than average, five eight to be exact, with blonde hair and light green eyes, with that I was happy. My pants size was a different story. My hips were curvy, and my breasts caught up to them, although they didn’t point forward as much as my hips pointed outward.
With friends like mine who built my confidence every day, I thought I knew what it meant to feel beautiful. It wasn’t until the day I felt Derrick’s undeniable passion for me that I truly felt like the goddess Cameron always tried to convince me I was. I’d tried every diet known to man to be skinny; it just was not in the cards for me, and I’d come to terms with that fact. My body may not have been perfect, but I ate right, and I wasn’t lazy. It was just my luck I had a crappy metabolism that allowed me to maintain a softer, slightly rounder stomach. Did it frustrate me? Yes. I would’ve loved to be one of those women who ate anything they wanted and never gained a pound. However, life didn’t deal me that hand, and I’d become content with myself.
It’s true that having a boyfriend wasn’t the most important thing in life, but it sure was nice. I loved my time with Derrick. I didn’t need him to make me happy; I wanted it. Derrick made the sky bluer, chocolate taste sweeter, and the sun shine brighter, at least it seemed that way with him in my life. Prince Charming had nothing on this man. At times I became discouraged, but Derrick was there to make me laugh. Other than Cameron, no other man had told me I was beautiful in a way that made me believe it. He was practically perfect in every way, like a male version of Mary Poppins. Wow, that wasn’t sexy I guess, but if Derrick was one thing for sure, it was sexy.
Southern Devotion Book 3
Tristan Jacob’s life is full of complicated relationships. Having been hurt by love and loss, and with his focus on taking care of his younger sister, Macy, for the past five years, it was safer to put his romantic life on hold.
But he's finally ready to find the girl of his dreams.
When an auburn-haired beauty captures his attention, Tristan doesn't realize she has a connection to the woman who broke his heart. Will he get his happily ever after? Or will the complications prove to be too difficult to overcome?
“I have three older brothers who taught me how.” She pushed passed me, reclaiming her seat at the bar. “Can I get another of those beers?”
“Sure. And if you tell me about the other two guys, it’s on me.”
“Deal,” she agreed. After I had popped the top on the beer, she took a long pull and then began her story. “Guy number three thought he was all that and a bag of chips. He was nothing but crumbs if you ask me. He took me to a strip club. I’m open-minded and all, but a first date… at a strip club?”
“Ouch. I agree. There should be a warning and intimacy already present. What kind of perverted weirdo was he?”
“See, told you I know how to pick them. Last, but not least, the date from the night I met you. We had a great time. He’s charming, sophisticated, well-mannered, all around great guy.”
“I’m not getting a problem with him,” I said, thoroughly confused.
“There was no problem. Until he reached out to touch my hand on the table, and a wedding ring circled his finger.”
“That was my reaction!” she exclaimed with annoyance. “He told me his wife cared more about the kids than him these days, and it was practically a dead marriage.”
“What was your response?”
“I told him to call me when he found a woman to believe that line.” She took another swig from her beer bottle. “I’m done dating for a while. I’ll find something else to occupy my time.” And my bubble burst with those words. Maybe I could change her mind about dating?
“How’d you end up here the other night? Is this where you met?”
“No. A friend of mine told me about this club, and I’d wanted to check it out. Ending the date abruptly offered the perfect opportunity.” Peering up at me, she added, “The night definitely ended better than it began.”
“Tristan!” Marcus yelled from behind me. When I turned, he waved his hands to show the fullness of the crowd in front of the bar.
“Shit! I’ll be back.” I sprinted across the bar to take orders. Normally someone can shout something at me, and I can get it easily. With Melanie clouding my thoughts, I wrote everything down with descriptions of who ordered it. Gorbachev: Bud Light beer. Barney: a shot of whiskey. Ginger: Jägerbomb. Fake boobs: cosmo. Mullet: MGD. With five orders written down, I stopped to get them ready before taking five more and repeated this until the bar was clear. Turning to Marcus, I said, “Sorry, man. I was distracted.”
“I noticed. She’s hot, by the way. I’d be distracted too. Sorry you missed out on talking to her.”
“Oh no, she’s….” I started to say as I turned toward her. Her seat held a large, hairy, redneck-looking man. I cursed at missing a chance to ask her out. My relief bartender for the night, Xander, walked toward me from where I’d left her.
“The hottie at the bar paid her tab, then gave me this for you.” He handed me a twenty-dollar tip wrapped around a business card. “She suggested you give her a call and she’d finish telling you a story.”
Southern Devotion Book 4
Two love stories. Two lost souls. Two fates, twisted together.
Old habits are hard to break when lust factors in. Angel is celebrating her sobriety and making changes in her life. Surrounded by happily married couples, she realizes how much she wants to fall in love. Angel meets her match in more ways than one.
Cameron has been working behind the scenes, manipulating fate to help his friends find their happiness. But as he works to make everyone else happy, he’s hiding his own pain. So focused on concealing the truth, his relationship with Gavin suffers because of it.
Join Angel and Cameron in the spectacular conclusion of Amy K. McClung’s The Southern Devotion series, as this group of friends battle to find their happily ever afters.
“Last year I spent Thanksgiving in rehab talking with my friends through Skype for a few short minutes. This year on Thanksgiving, I had so much to be thankful for. My friends accepted me back into their lives and forgave me for my actions when I was under the influence of alcohol. Rehab gave me more than sobriety. It gave me my life back and it gave me two friendships, which I will cherish for eternity. Only one of them is here with me today. Gus-Gus.” Gus walked down the aisle to me and gave me a hug at the podium. His strong embrace was the best high I could achieve without falling off the wagon. He stood by me as I continued my story. “The biggest struggle in maintaining sobriety for me is grief. I don’t deal well with it on my own. Gus and I were in rehab with a man named Mike. He was a sweet southern gentleman who never hurt anyone other than himself. Two months ago, he committed suicide.” Gus grabbed my hand, squeezing for support. “Gus called to tell me, and the first thing I did was pick up a bottle of Jack Daniel’s at the liquor store. I cried until I couldn’t cry anymore, and then I opened the bottle and poured a glass. As I took in the scent of whiskey, my old friend, I picked up my phone and dialed Gus. He came over immediately, and instead of drinking, we sat and traded stories of Mike and laughed about his thick southern accent and his goofy behavior.”
I held Gus’s hand up in the air. “This man is the reason I am sober today.” Everyone in the room gave Gus and me a standing ovation. We embraced and cried for a few moments over our lost friend and our mutual sobriety. Mike’s death had been hard on both of us. We felt we should’ve known he was ready to break, but deep down we knew there was nothing we could have done. After reading his suicide note, which mentioned only Gus and me, other than his wife and the child he never met, it gave us a little peace knowing we meant so much to him.
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Title: The Other Brother
Author: Kristen Granata
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Charlotte Thompson knows it all too well. On the run from her past, she hopes to start over in her new home. To keep her secret safe, she must avoid getting close to anyone. The last thing she wants is to get involved with the town’s notorious bad boy.
Tanner Brooks is forever doomed to live in the shadow of his older sibling. Regarded as troubled and brooding, he’s seen as nothing more than the other brother. That all changes when a striking new girl captures Tanner’s attention. Charlotte gives him something to feel other than heartache and rage. Determined to prove himself, he will do anything for her … even if it means putting his life on the line.
Between Tanner’s unwavering pursuit and Charlotte’s wavering defenses, sparks fly. But when Charlotte’s past catches up to her, she is forced to face the consequences of her actions. What’s worse, Tanner is taken along for the ride. Charlotte needs to save Tanner from her mess and keep them both alive.
This is an opposites attract, standalone romance about first love, finding your strength, and learning how to forgive not only others, but yourself.
One of the football-playing boys jumped backwards to reach for his friend’s overthrown pass and crashed into my tray. My soda spilled all over my shirt, soaking the ends of my hair. Sauce from the pizza remnants on my plate smeared against my chest. All the boys shouted in unison, as if they were at a live football game, making me feel all the more horrified. So much for blending in.
“Nice throw, dipshit!” Mallory screeched to the boy who had thrown the football. “Come on. We’re going to be late.”
I picked up the empty cup from the floor and tossed it into the trash as I walked toward the exit. I took the door Mallory was holding open for me and walked outside. “Alright, how dumb do I look?”
“Dumb, no. Wet rat, yes.”
Great. We walked briskly down the path, attempting to make it to our building before Professor Ballard started calling attendance. Everyone would already stare at us for walking in after the lecture began; my soaked and sauce-stained shirt would only cause them to stare longer.
Just then, I heard the sound of footsteps hitting the sidewalk behind me. Clutching my purse, I spun around. Both confusion and curiosity collided in my mind.
Tanner Brooks was chasing after me.
Mallory leaned in to Charlotte’s ear. “Keep walking.”
What the fuck did I ever do to Mal? I slowed to a walk beside Charlotte. She stiffened, keeping her gaze fixed straight ahead. “Gabe’s a nice guy, but he’s not exactly a gentleman.”
“What?” She turned her striking blue eyes toward me.
I tore my shirt over my head and held it out to her. “You’re going to be cold sitting in class with a wet shirt.”
Her eyes traveled down my torso. Now I had her attention. Girls were so easy. Flash a six-pack at them, and they start drooling.
“Uh … n-no. No thanks.”
“That must be such a foreign word to you.” Mallory snickered.
“Fuck off, Mal.” I looked back at Charlotte, whose eyes were still glued to my body. Good. She was interested. “Charlotte, I’m Tanner.” I draped my shirt over her shoulder and offered her the slight smirk I knew girls loved. “It’s nice to meet you.”
I turned around before she could reject me again and strutted back in the direction of the cafeteria. Let her get a look at my ass as I walk away. It’s a fan favorite.
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Kristen was born in Brooklyn, New York in 1986. She moved to Staten Island with her family and lived there for almost twenty years. There she attended community college and became a teacher. Despite her passion for writing, and despite her professors strongly suggesting she become a writer, she took the more sensible route (bitter cynic, remember?) After going through a difficult divorce when she was only twenty-nine, Kristen returned to writing. The raw story that poured out of her led her to publish her debut novel, Collision, in March of 2018. Soon after in August 2018, the sequel, Avoidance, was published. Her third novel, The Other Brother, releases on April 23rd.
Kristen openly shares her mental health struggles with depression and anxiety with her Instagram following. Her message is a beacon of hope to anyone who is suffering: You are not alone. She delicately weaves this theme into her writing, and demonstrates the ability of love to heal trauma.
When she's not teaching or writing, Kristen is reading, Instagramming, indulging in her messy love affair with popcorn, and annoying her wife and step-daughters by incessantly singing along to The Greatest Showman soundtrack.
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Special Agent Macy Crow is a survivor. After a vicious hit-and-run nearly kills her, she gets right back to work, and now she’s gunning for a spot on the FBI’s elite profiling team. As an audition, she offers to investigate the recently discovered bones of Tobi Turner, a high school girl who disappeared fifteen years ago.
While investigating with local sheriff Mike Nevada, a former colleague and onetime lover, Macy discovers a link between Tobi’s case and several others that occurred around the same time as her disappearance. As Macy interviews victims and examines old cases, she uncovers a sinister picture of a stalker who graduated to sexual assault—and then murder.
Macy and Nevada race to put this monster behind bars before he can come out of hiding. But the murderer’s had years to hone his skills, and soon Macy herself becomes a target. She’s no stranger to pain and terror, but will Macy’s first profiling case be her last?
The constant twists, that each intensifies the investigation, caused me to be clued into the book. The case is grisly and the smalltown aspect where everyone knows everyone, the killer lurking right around the corner, just makes it even more frightening and intimidating.
Part of the story is told from the culprit's point of view part from the victims pov, and part from the investigators pov. Like I have said many times, that multiple points of views can make a mystery horrendously gruesome. And when the crimes are violence against women, including detailed rape scenes, that definitely can be too much for some readers, even if they are not normally triggered by that kind of scenes, cause there was a time in the story that I felt uncomfortable, to my bones.
The story has some physical attraction elements to represent romance, and for personally, it wasn't quite enough. The former lovers meet again in this investigation, and the attraction and lust are still there. Special Agent Macy Crow and sheriff Mike Nevada do care for each other, I would say Mike more so than Macy, and they act on their attraction towards each other, but two sex scenes does not a romance make... I wish this wouldn't be categorized as a romantic suspense but a thriller (with some romantic elements).
Their teamwork was flawless, they appreciate and respect each other as law enforcement agents, and they are comfortable with each other, in all the different kind of situations the investigation brings on them. I liked both of them, I admired them, they had guts, they were humble, honest, hardworking people, stubborn to get to the truth, putting the case as a number one priority in their lives.
All the local people that were introduced, as well as the team members that walked through the scenes of the story, were intriguing and interesting characters, well contributing to the tale and to the many turns in the pulsating plot.
A suspense-mystery that kept me on the edge, a horrid thriller of a serial rapist escalating into a killer is an arresting, engrossing start to the new series. Can't imagine the depths of fright this series will bring us. Is it weird to say - I can't wait to be scared to death again?!
~ Four Spoons
Mary is routinely featured among the top twenty writers in Amazon's Author Rankings for romantic suspense, and her recent novel The Last Move claimed the number ten fiction slot in the Kindle eBooks Store.
Research is a favorite part of Mary's day. She never tires of learning more about police work, evidence collection and analysis. She's known for taking a hands-on approach, whether it means interviews with professionals in the field, forensic seminars or lessons at the firing range.
A Richmond native, Mary has lived there for most of her life. She is a graduate of Virginia's Hollins University and worked in marketing before she began writing full time. Her first book was published in 2000 and she's now the author of thirty-four published novels, five novellas and four works of contemporary women's fiction written as Mary Ellen Taylor.
A member of International Thriller Writers, Sisters in Crime, Mystery Writers of America, Novelists, Inc., and Romance Writers of America, Mary is known for creating multiple suspense stories connected by characters, such as her recent The Forgotten Files novels. Her new book, Her Last Word, and The Last Move, break that mold.
When not traveling for research or visiting with readers at bookstores, book festivals and conferences, Mary remains very much a homebody. She and her husband spend time alternately enjoying and lamenting their empty nest and spoiling their four-legged babies Buddy, Bella and Tiki.
Dane Parker traded in his trailer-park roots for glory as a bull rider. But when a serious injury sidelines him for months, it’s the first time he can’t just pull himself up by his bootstraps. The last thing he wants to deal with is sweet family friend Bea treating him like one of her wounded animals—or the unexpected attraction that suddenly flares between them.
Beatrix Leighton has loved Dane for years, while he’s always seen her as another sister. When she enlists his help to start her animal sanctuary, she thinks it will give him purpose. Instead, it brings all the desire she feels for him to the boiling point. Bea’s father taught her early on that love means loss. But could her forbidden crush turn into a love that will last a lifetime?
Absolutely in awe of this story that dealt with some real and serious issues, from parental conflicts and family drama to abandonment issues and trying to please the parents, trying to earn the attention and love, as they did not feel that they were worth anything on their own. These questions are dealt with thoroughly, and in a matter that made me stop and think and re-evaluate, as I was reading the book. And I love when that happens!
Bea and Dane, there was this fragile adoration that was growing in between them, and the author captures the nuances of falling for your soulmate in such delicate detail, it honestly took my breath away. There are so many deep emotions, moments when your heart cracks open, and when your soul recognizes their mate, or when the physical attraction first dawns on him -- Bea and Dane's tale is such a beautifully written love story, even the conflicts they face felt so real, true, painful, and raw.
In general, I cringe when in a romance novel the woman is the virgin and man is 'well experienced', to put it nicely, it just seems like so yesteryears. But in this story, Bea's virginity is such a part of who she is and how she grew up, it works, and when I got over my previously mentioned preconceived notions, that wasn't an issue to me, in this case, after all.
In Unbroken Cowboy, the feels are deep and real. There are passion and lust, great banter and laughs, but mostly there are heartfelt, intense questions about life, future possibilities, following your dreams, and daring to open your heart, your soul, and your life to your another person, taking steps out of your comfort zone, and trusting the other is there to cheer you on, even to catch you if so needed. All these life's a-ha moments are delivered wrapped into this vastly entertaining and touching tale, and I could not help but love every moment of it.
A delightful and tender love story, a story about life, family, and learning to appreciate the path you have to take to find your place in the world. A story that captured my mind and heart, made me smile and sigh, think and ponder... just like literature is supposed to
~ Five Spoons!
Since then it’s been a whirlwind of sexy alpha males and happily ever afters, and she wouldn’t have it any other way. Maisey divides her writing time between dark, passionate category romances set just about everywhere on earth and light sexy contemporary romances set practically in her back yard.
She believes that she clearly has the best job in the world
An assassin with a baby? Inconceivable...
Deacon's life could be better. Deacon--the Shadow--kills people for a living. He's a choosy assassin, and he makes no bones about his life choices. But a baby... That's something he knows he'd never conceive of--pun intended.
While he's looking into this baby situation, snarky ex-supermodel Solene Hansen is in trouble. Deacon's sticking to her 24/7. Before long, he's learning that there's a lot more to Solene than sharp words and a gorgeous face. But his enemies are close, and they've taken note of his interest..
It'll take all his talent to keep Solene safe, learn who wants him dead and what the baby has to do with any of it, and figure out how to get Solene to realize that while he might not be a safe bet, he'll be a sure one.
“I know. You’re scared of me. I’m sexy and charming. You know I’ll be leaving once this op is over. And you know you’ll fall in love with me and be crushed when I go. I get it, sweetcheeks. It’s okay.” He gave her a seriously superior smile.
She wanted to bite him and contented herself with another slap to his chest.
“Damn it. Cut that out.”
“Oh please. We both know to you that’s a love tap.”
“Well, yeah. But it’s the principle of the thing.” He rubbed at the nonexistent mark on his chest, his handsome smile still too wide.
“You know what? I think you’re right.”
His grin faded. “Huh?”
“I think sex with you will be amazing. Totally hot, combustible. Except like all the others, you’ll fall for me. Then you won’t want to leave. You’ll end up retiring on the island like Noel. You’ll try to move in with me, and I’ll have to gently let you down. You know, easily, so you don’t need to spend years of therapy getting over me.”
“Is that right?” He sat up, caging her in his thick arms. That ridge shifted beneath her, now nudging in the right place. Damn.
“You know, I—”
He jerked them both back, laying flush against the couch for a split second before rolling them to the floor. He quickly tucked her under him, so that he covered her. She heard muted thuds, breaking glass, and footsteps on the hardwood floor.
“Don’t move,” he whispered into her ear, then leaped off her. He disappeared, and Solene lay still, not sure what to do, her heart racing like a freight train. Just as she’d decided to move, because she felt decidedly unsafe just waiting for danger to find her, she noticed feet moving in her direction.
She heard what sounded like punches, swearing, and a foreign language she didn’t recognize. Deacon remained as silent as a ghost. As she looked around, trying to see more than booted feet and armed, masked intruders facing off against a bare-chested, bare-footed Deacon, the confusion ended. So had the brief altercation.
She hurried to stand, stunned to realize they’d been attacked in her supposedly secure house.
Deacon had a smear of blood on his knuckles and was breathing hard, but otherwise looked as if he’d just left his bed. “Come on.”
She followed him in a rush, glancing over her shoulder to see the three figures on the ground, unmoving. Once in her bedroom, he grabbed her go-bag from the closet. She’d put it together for such a contingency weeks ago. Two changes of clothes, cash, a few toiletries and an extra pair of sneakers.
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