Title: Heartthrob
Author: Willow Winters
Genre: Romance
Nathan Hart is charismatic with a beautiful smile that makes women weak in the knees.He's a former bad boy with a mysterious past and was made to be in Hollywood; on the cover of magazines and the star of movies. But there’s more to him that he hasn’t told a soul. Something that draws me to him unlike anyone has before. Something that could ruin us both. I can’t tell him no, even if I wanted to. The moment he locked his eyes on me, I was his. And that first glance was ten years ago in high school. A decade later, fate saw fit to shove me back into his life. I can’t deny the heat between us or the way my body remembers his. And neither can he. Seeing him brings it all back. He whispers to play along; he promises it will all be alright. I only pray our past doesn’t destroy us. Heartthrob is just one of six scandalous romances from Best Selling Authors. Read all about it in Exposé, the gossip column to sink your teeth into.
I like my action hot and my bad boys hotter. And I don't hold back on either one in my writing. I'm so happy to be a #1 Contemporary Bestselling Romance Author. I'm so grateful and honored! I actually started writing after having my little girl, Evie, December 2015. All during my pregnancy with her I read. I only wanted to read romance, and I read EVERYTHING. I would read a book a day — sometimes two. In January 2016 I was staying up late with her and just thinking of all these stories. They came to me constantly. And I finally sat down and just started writing. I always wanted to do it so I figured, why not? I never thought I would reach this point of success, to be honest. It’s insane to me that I have so many fans. And I love each and every one of them for all of their support.
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Title: The Enigma
Author: Sheritta Bitikofer
Genre: Young adult paranormal
**First Book in the Loup-Garou Series**
A graveyard late at night wouldnât seem like the ideal place to meet someone. But for teenager Katey McCoy, that encounter with the handsome stranger with the striking blue eyes would alter her life in ways sheâd never imagined. Orphaned as an infant, bounced around foster homes, labeled as a discipline problem, and now under the thumb of an abusive foster mother, Kateyâs been slipping deeper into depression. Who would want a girl with such an ugly face, an imperfect body, or wild hair? But Logan Keith knows the truth about Katey: sheâs beautiful. Her flaws are in her head. Besides, he has issues, too. And a secret that could tear apart their growing relationship. Logan is a werewolfâa loup-garouâwith his own troubled past and a flaw thatâs considered a handicap in his world. A secret, supernatural world he soon introduces Katey to. Although Logan longs to make Katey part of his pack, it may be impossible for them to be together. In his packâs history, thereâs never been a female werewolf. No woman has been able to survive the transformation. Will Loganâs desire give Katey the escape to a better life and the love sheâs always dreamed of, or will he be signing her death warrant?
âShe could see his fingers were shaking as he handed it to her and it gave her hope. At least she wasnât the only one a little nervous. But then, it made her wonder why. She was nothing. Maybe a little more than an insignificant blip of imperfection standing next to his magnificence. There was no reason that he should be nervous.â
Sheritta Bitikofer is a paranormal romance author of eclectic tastes with a passion for storytelling. Her goal with each book is to rebel against shallow intimacy and inspire courage through the power of love and soulful passion. Her biggest thrill comes when she presents love in a genuine light, where the protagonists not only feel a physical attraction to one another, but a deep emotional (and dare we say spiritual?) connection that fuels their relationship forward into something that will endure much longer than the last pages of their novel. A devoted wife and fur-mama to two shelter rescue dogs, Sherittaâs life is never dull. When sheâs not writing her next novel, she can be found binge-watching her favorite shows on Netflix, doing Zumba with her friends, or painting at a medieval reenactment event.
Title: The Rhino Whisperer
Author: Evadeen Brickwood
Genre: Crime Mystery
Another mystery novel set in modern South Africa. This time, the murders of a ranger and a rare black rhino in the idyllic Shangari Safari Park rattle the local community of Rutgersdrift. Sofia Helenius from Finland lives at the lodge with her boyfriend Tom Rutgers, the owner of Shangari. Sofia is tormented by a secret she yearns to share with Tom, but the cruel events grab the limelight and put everything else in the shade. One of the native Khoi-San families is known to communicate with wild animals, but what if the criminals get wind of this gift? When another murder happens in the city of Johannesburg, smouldering secrets begin to unravel. How are the murders connected and will it be possible to halt a relentless crime-syndicate in order to save an African paradise? It is here that you can find the Shangari Safari Lodge; a piece of paradise to many. The area hovers on the sandy edge of the mighty Kalahari Desert and a white-water stream churns past sandy beaches, hemming in woodland and bushveld and agave-covered hills. If one follows directions, it is easy enough to find Shangari, as there is no need for street names in the countryside. All you have to do is take the new tar road north of Rutgersdrift and turn right by the great baobab tree. Two business-savvy women in traditional garb tend to their stall in the shade of the tree, selling avocados, macadamia nuts and delicious baobab jam. If you are lucky, you’ll catch a glimpse of baboons in the expansive branches or of a few inquisitive meerkats, scanning the road from the top of their burrow. The tar road carries on north, past avocado and citrus farms, over a bridge and through the village of Renosterspruit, until a dirt road takes over all the way to the border with Botswana. Not much has changed here in many years and not much ever happens. Rutgersdrift is the largest town in the district. It boasts shady streets, a small hospital and a sleepy police station next to the church steeple. Just five minutes outside of town lies an airstrip; the frequent destination for small single-engine planes coming in from Johannesburg and Pretoria with their bellies full of tourists, hungry for the spectacle of nature...” 2) Obakeng, the grey-haired sangoma walked down the stairs. Despite his grey hair, his face looked remarkably young. Even his eyes were unlined and his gaze alert. Nobody seemed to know his exact age, which was not unusual around here. In the absence of a tribal chief, Obakeng was the most important man in the compound. For more reasons than one. His skill with the divining rod was legendary. Farmers sought him out, if they were in need of finding new water veins. Obakeng’s method was always the same: he placed a tiny bottle with water on his head, covered it with a hat, held another water bottle in his right hand and the forked divining rod in the other. In 2003, she began her writing career with youth novels in the ‘Remember the Future’ series, about adventures in prehistory. Book 1, ‘Children of the Moon’, has been published twice in South Africa and translated into German. The author now self-publishes and other books in the series are now released on a regular basis. Her works include the novels ‘The Rhino Whisperer’, ‘Singende Eidechsen’ (in the German edition) and ‘Abenteuer Halbmond”, which will be published in English with the title “A Half Moon Adventure” soon.
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Title: Bait
Author: Jade West
Genre: Romance, Suspense
Photographer: Wander Aguiar
Model: Jonny James
Cover Designer: RBA Designs
A stranger online. Dark hair and even darker eyes that knew my dirty desires before I did.
A fantasy that should never be spoken. But he pulled the confession from me. And now he’s coming for me. Rough. Dirty. Dangerous. It’s supposed to be one night to get me off and make me forget. He’ll make me his and I’ll pretend I don’t want him to. I’ll run and he’ll chase. Because I asked him for this. I begged him for this. Tonight, in the darkness, he’s the hunter. And I’m the bait.
Living in imaginary realities and having a legitimate excuse for it is really all she’s ever wanted.
Jade is as dirty as you’d expect from her novels, and talking smut makes her smile.
She lives in the Herefordshire countryside with a couple of hounds and a guy who’s able to cope with her inherent weirdness.
She has a red living room, decorated with far more zebra print than most people could bear and fights a constant battle with her addiction to Coca-Cola.
Title: Served
Author: Maya Hughes
Genre: Romance
A standalone in the Breaking Free Series
I can't let anyone else die because of me... Roxanne "Rox" Weller has had it tough, but she's found a place she belongs, as the head chef in LA's hottest new bar. Nothing stands in the way of her living the life she's always dreamed of. That is until her psychopathic ex finds her and her dream life comes crashing down. Her domineering new boss is determined to protect her, but can Rox allow him to put his life at risk for her? Or will she have to keep running? Tired of the tech scene, Liam Lavery has been trying to juggle the craziness of running a popular bar, keeping his brother's schemes to get him to come back to their company at bay, and trying to keep the beautiful chef in his new bar safe. Since he took over The Bramble, he's been trying to figure out how to win Rox over, whilst also resisting her tempting food. He knows there's danger out there for her. But she won't let him in, and he's determined to find out the truth behind her sad, dark eyes and protect her at any cost. Whether she likes it or not. When Rox disappears, Liam will stop at nothing to save the woman he loves and have her in his arms where she belongs. This standalone romance is the third in the Breaking Free Series, has some violence, serious steam and guarantees an HEA.
Maya has always loved romance novels, one look at her Kindle will confirm that. She started writing her first romance novel while pregnant with her third child. One of her best friends said she should go for it and she hasn’t looked back. Now her romance writing addiction has replaced her romance reading addiction.
You can find her writing on her foldable keyboard and phone anytime inspiration strikes. Her stories range from sweet and sexy to dark and dirty contemporary romances with even more on the way. When she’s not writing, she’s playing with her three kids, running errands or vegging on the couch with the love of her life and biggest fan, her husband.
Title: Single Dad's Waitress
Author: Amelia Wilde
He’ll give her more than just the tip.Ryder I’m not looking for love. I’ve been screwed over before, and it was the mother of all disasters. The only silver lining? My cute-as-hell daughter, Minnie. So my only goal when I have to live in Lakewood for the summer is to get in, get back on my feet, and get out of this godforsaken small town with its cutesy cafés and too-nice charm. Until I meet Valentine, the waitress at the Short Stack diner. She’s over-the-top gorgeous, with a body that makes me want to have her for breakfast. And when she sprays me in the face with whipped cream, her pink cheeks start to melt my frigid heart. I can’t let her get to me. A scorching summer fling, sure…but that’s all my life can handle. Once fall comes, we’re over. Valentine Waitressing is my job of last resort. So here I am, right at rock bottom. Dumped by my ex? Check. Back in my hometown? Double check. Making a fool of myself in front of the sexiest stranger I’ve ever seen? Nailed it. Ryder is the kind of guy I can never have. He’s sinfully sexy…and a single dad. There’s no room for me in a life like his. Besides, come fall, I’m leaving this place behind forever. The tension between us has to stop. I just have to get it out of my system, because he’s too hot not to touch, and neither of us needs this. If only someone could remind me of that whenever he smiles at me… Single Dad’s Waitressis a steamy, sweet single dad romance with adult language, no cheating, laugh-out-loud scenes, and an HEA that will melt your heart.
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Amelia Wilde doesn’t always write about billionaires, but when she does, they’re alphas with hearts of gold and panty-dropping good looks. She doesn’t always write about small-town men, but when she does, they’re too hot to handle and good with their hands. She always writes about sexy heroes who go after what they want and heroines with enough spark and drive to power an entire city. She always wants the perfect happy ending. She will always accept free cookies.
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Title: The Devil has a British Accent
Series: The White Carpet Series #1
Author: Z.N. Willett
Genre: Paranormal Romance
This is no simple Hollywood story of famous boy meets ordinary girl, who then fall in love and live happily ever after.
This is about the town of dreamers and make believers; skilled at casting spells of deception and deceit. And what happens when the spell is lifted, and everything that you believe in is merely an illusion?
When the world of happily ever after is altered and obscured, and not only by one enticing man?
For Lauren Moreau, her journey is full of raw emotions that will tempt you with curiosity and intrigue, and squeeze out passion and angst until your heart bleeds.
This is Hollywood, after all...
Z.N. Willett is the girl who has seen more than she has ever wanted; yet decided to add to that world by writing Hollywood romances. A northern girl, but a southerner at heart, loving anything and everything about love and romance. So much that once upon a time she had a career as a wedding and events coordinator. When Z.N. decided to do something she was passionate about, she added her love for travel to the mix. An avid shoeaholic, deep down she's a sappy romantic who happens to believe that love can truly conquer all.
Title: Dangerously His (Loving Dangerously #4)
Author: A.M. Griffin
Genre: Sci-fi Romance
Justin “JB” Blake has never met a woman he couldn’t bed—or one he wants to keep. That changes the second he lays eyes on Princess Saia Xochis. The beautiful alien makes his body burn and his heart ache. She will be his. All JB has to do is risk life and limb at the hands of her abusive father, her protective brother, and her warmongering intended mate.
The possibilities of death and dismemberment have never stopped him before. Inside Scoop: This book has a small taste of female/female fun—as well as scenes of abuse that are decidedly not fun.
A. M. Griffin is a wife who rarely cooks, mother of three, dog owner (and sometimes dog owned), a daughter, sister, aunt and friend. She’s a hard worker whose two favorite outlets are reading and writing. She enjoys reading everything from mystery novels to historical romances and of course fantasy romance. She is a believer in the unbelievable, open to all possibilities from mermaids in our oceans and seas, angels in the skies and intelligent life forms in distant galaxies.
Title: Bought By The Billionaire Brothers
Author: Katy Nixon
Genre: Menage Romance
Auctioning off my innocence isn't the craziest thing I've ever done. Well, it was, until the high bidder turned out to be not one, but TWO billionaire brothers. One's a smooth devil in a business suit, and the other is a devil-may-care bad boy. Their smirks, their voices, their touches make me feel intense, unfamiliar urges, conjuring up wild fantasies that shouldn't make me shiver--but they do. So... in for a penny, in for a pounding, I decide! Dominic and Jacob Stone will pay off my crippling student loans (and then some), but there's a catch. They want to catch me, and start a family! This is a steamy, first time, MFM menage, BBW and billionaire, military single dad, marriage of convenience, not-so secret baby romance novella, with a happy ending and no cheating. Mister Stone—Dominic—had insisted we meet first in the lobby, as a kind of show of good faith and safety. Meeting in a public place, he’d written, was a good idea for all parties concerned in this potential transaction. With dozens of people floating in and out of the elevators of the thirty-story building, it couldn’t be much more public. With a sigh, the guard reached for the phone. “Have a seat.” He gestured towards a leather bench. No, thank you. I needed to stand. I needed to move. My nerves were getting the better of me, my hands cold and a little shaky despite the summer heat. If I stood, my sleeveless red sheath dress wouldn’t wrinkle. When I got up that morning, I had no idea what one wore to an interview as a… what? Mistress? No—that sounded too committed. Hymen vendor? Ugh. In the end, I decided to dress as though going to work, which was kind of true. My heels clicked on the polished stone floor as I walked over to an abstract metal sculpture on display. It stretched nearly twenty feet in the air, shining in the morning sun bending through the floor-to-ceiling windows. “What do you think?” a man asked behind me. It was a beautiful piece. “Kind of delicate.” It looked like it could fall over any minute, like metal pick-up sticks piled up dangerously high. “There’s over a thousand wire coat hangers there.” I looked closer. “Huh.” So there was. “You’re Evie, correct?” Swallowing hard, I turned to the voice. And looked up. Dominic Stone stood before me, his tall, dark and handsome figure like a shadow in the sunlit lobby. He was even hotter in person. Even if his charcoal suit came from a discount store—which it clearly didn’t—his attitude would be enough to command my attention. All those fanciful words, like charismatic, magnetic, and imposing, were all very appropriate when describing Dominic Stone. My three-inch heels barely took me to his shoulders, and I wobbled a little as his gaze ran over me. Just when I was about to turn my ankle, his hand shot out. The feel of his muscular forearm under my fingers had the exact opposite effect of steadying me. “Thanks.” My face burned, but I forced myself to look him in the eye. His eyes were rich, dark brown, as heady as strong coffee and gave me a similar jolt. When he tilted his head and his lips curved at the edges, I couldn’t tell if I amused him or he was just being polite. “You are Evie, right?” His eyebrows came together in a frown. “Yes!” I squeezed his arm, like subconsciously I thought he’d run away. But instead of shrugging me off, he used his other hand to tug my fingers down his wrist to end in a warm, tingling handshake. Both his hands were around mine, and he didn’t let go. I didn’t mind. “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he said smoothly. “Shall we?” Shall we what? I blinked at him. “Go up to my office?” He nodded toward the elevator bank. “Unless you’d feel better staying here? Or we could go get a coffee or something.” I stared at him, the ridiculousness of this dawning on me. And then my big smart mouth got ahead of my brain. “Coffee? Does my virginity come with an espresso and a muffin?” His laugh sounded like a sharp bark, echoing off the stone floor. My face probably matched the crimson of my dress by then. With his hands still wrapped around mine, he pulled me closer. I shivered as his warm breath caressed my bare shoulders. “No, Evie, I’ll pay extra for the coffee. But I like it sweet and milky, not dark and bitter.” It could have been five minutes or fifty before the car finally stopped. His ravenous kisses had depleted me of oxygen; his caresses stripped me of sense. “We’re here.” I looked out the window at the underground parking lot. Fluorescent lights glinted off luxury cars and allowed for no dark corners. The car door opening startled me, piercing our hazy bubble of backseat lust. Jacob Stone leaned his head in, his arm braced against the roof of the limo. “We’re here,” he echoed his brother’s announcement. My mouth fell open. “Were you there the whole time?” He smirked at me, his blue eyes blazing. “Define ‘there.’” “Or ‘the whole time,’” Dom muttered, making my head whip around to look at him. “Out you get, Evie.” My gaze swiveled from Dominic to Jacob. What did this mean? Both of them? Again? My insides flipped at the idea, but not in a bad way. “Out I get,” I repeated faintly. I focused on getting out of the car without flashing anyone, before realizing that it was immaterial. The butterflies in my belly fluttered wildly as I walked between them to the elevator bank. As we rose, the weightless sensation in my body was not just due to the speedy ascent. I squeezed my thighs together. The heat of the brothers’ bodies on either side of mine both stifled and comforted me. We were all silent as the elevator door opened directly into a massive apartment. Dom took my hand and led me into the marble-floored foyer. “Shoes, Jake!” he reminded his brother. Jake rolled his eyes before toeing off his shoes. I stepped out of my heels, my feet immediately soothed by the cool, hard floor. Immediately I felt more delicate, uncertain—as though my shoes had boosted my confidence as well as my height. When I tilted my head back to look up at Dom, his large hand cradled my jaw, brushing my apprehension away with every sweep of his thumb. Tingles. Sizzles. Vibrations. I felt them all inside me, like a fizzing candy dissolving on my tongue. Then, when Jake’s hand landed on my lower back, I reflexively arched into it. “We got you,” he assured me as he swept my hair off my neck and dropped a kiss there. Oh my god. I stumbled forward a little. “I can’t—not for the first time—” There was crazy, and then there was just outright insane. No matter what secret fantasies I might have, or what smutty stories I might read in secret, I never expected my first time to be with more than one person. In the back of my head, I thought to myself, “If my daughter asks someday about my first time, I can’t tell her I got a two-for-one special!” Jake clapped his hand over his mouth as he barked out a laugh. Oh crap. I said that part out loud. Dom glared over my head at his brother and took my hand. “You don’t have to.” My head spun. “Look at me, Evie.” I did. “It’s just us right now, okay? No expectations.” At my raised eyebrow, he chuckled and added, “Okay, there are some expectations, but I will never hurt you. I promise you that.” I believed him. Thirteen steps took us into a cavernous living room, where Jake flopped onto a modern leather couch. With my hand still in Dom’s, another seventeen took us down a hallway to a large bedroom filled with dark wood and creamy fabrics. The massive bed was unmade, and the curtains wide open to let the starlight in. “I left the bathroom light on,” Dom murmured to himself. The strip of light from his ensuite stretched across the light carpet like an arrow pointing to the bed. “Do you want to turn it off?” I asked shyly, hoping for a little more darkness to hide my body. “Not a chance, beautiful.” He squeezed my hip. “If I had my way I’d put on every light in the place so I could see every inch of you.” A squeak escaped me. “But I won’t, because I want you to be comfortable.” We both smiled as our eyes met. “Well, as comfortable as this situation allows, anyhow.” “Then keep touching me, Dom. Please touch me.” His hands made me nervous but his gaze excited me, his admiration swelling my confidence. “Oh baby, this is just the beginning.”
Katy Nixon is the playful alter ego of the already playful Nikky Kaye, who is the alter ego of— wait, I’m not telling you that! Damn, I’d make a terrible secret superhero. I love reading and writing funny, sexy stories. I am over-educated and under-organized, and have a terrible habit of adding more books to my Kindle than I can possibly read. My auction experience is limited to eBay and viewings at Sotheby’s and Christie’s in New York. The only double penetration I’ve had is being sandwiched in my own bed by my young twin sons. Today, the biggest risk I took was having cotton candy for dinner. And it was fucking delicious.
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