Title: The Beard Made Me Do It Series: The Dixie Wardens Rejects MC Series #5 Author: Lani Lynn Vale Release Date: June 28, 2017 Model: Jacob Wilson - https://www.facebook.com/JacobWilsonInk Photographer: https://www.facebook.com/FuriousFotog Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/34735791-the-beard-made-me-do-it Blurb: He’s only a friend. Those words had haunted him from the moment Jessie James had heard them muttered from the one girl, above all others, that he thought had his back. Sixteen years later, he still feels those words like a brand on his soul. Lucky for him he has a son to take care of, a full-time job that demands every single second of the day, and not a single moment to spare for the likes of a woman that won’t stand up for him when he needs her the most. He’s only a friend. The words had slipped out of Ellen’s mouth, and before she could recall them or better yet, explain, Jesse is gone from her life for good, taking her heart with him. She tries to find her way out of the pit of despair, but not one single person, no matter how much she tries, can fill the void that he left in his wake. Time heals all wounds. Or at least that is how the saying goes. It’s a crock of crap, though. Sixteen years pass when Jessie and Ellen see each other again without the influence of the town and bad memories surrounding them, and it’s as if not a single day has passed. Ellen knows the instant that her eyes see her old love that she’s still just as much in love with him today as she was all those years ago. The problem is that Jesse wants nothing to do with her. Or at least that’s what he keeps telling himself. PreOrder: Amazon US: http://amzn.to/2oewNG0 Amazon CA: http://amzn.to/2mSKxX1 Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/2njxqJy Amazon AU: http://amzn.to/2nzcxMm Teaser Excerpt: “Why the hell are you out here and not in your fucking room doing that?” I asked my sixteen-year-old son, Linc. Linc looked up from his homework, and shrugged. The problem with Linc doing his homework out here meant that he had the TV blaring, his phone on some stupid Vine video, and his pencil tapping a million miles an hour while he hummed to some random song that only he could hear. He was also nearly naked. Had been for the majority of his life. He ignored me as if I hadn’t said a word. “Seriously,” I said to him. “What makes you think it’s okay to sit here in your underwear with the fuckin’ front window wide ass open? There are people in this neighborhood that I’d rather not egg our shit. Not to mention you don’t pay the fuckin’ electric bill and it’s cold as fuck out.” Linc snorted. “They’d have to be able to walk close to our cars, and since most of them are old geezers, I don’t see that happening.” He countered. “What’s got up your ass?” I grunted, walking to the kitchen to grab a beer. It’d been a long fucking day, and I had to go back to work and do it all over again tomorrow. I was a welder for a pipeline, and my job was exhaustingly hard work that I fucking loved. I made a whack, and payed for my bills, but to do that I had to work long hours. Nearly eighty hours a week. “Someone called for you today. A woman.” “What was her name?” I asked, scanning the contents of the refrigerator for something to eat. “Did you eat all the leftover pizza?” Linc and I had pizza a lot. Anything that was fast, and came out of a box, was our go-to menu item seeing as neither one of us really knew how to cook. Lunchables. Macaroni. Hamburger Helper when we were feeling adventurous. “Ellen?” Linc guessed. “I wrote it down on the pad next to the phone. The name ‘Ellen’ wasn’t common, but it was still impossible for a girl from my past—almost fourteen years ago to be exact—to come back and haunt me some two thousand odd miles away from where I first met her. “What did she want?” I asked. “And you never answered me on the pizza.” “That was gone last night about three in the morning.” Linc chuckled unrepentantly. “And I wrote it all down on the note.” I closed the fridge and moved across the small space to the counter next to the landline that I wasn’t sure why we still had, and stared at the pad of paper with two words on it. Club party. “Can I go?” I looked up to find Linc, the boy that was spitting image of me. Six feet one, and likely to grow even more since the pediatrician said he’d likely reach my height if not more. Jet black hair with a slight wave to it, exactly like mine. Hell, he even had a beard, exactly like me. Though, his was much more trimmed and kempt due to the school he was attending informing him if it wasn’t done just so, he’d have to shave it or leave the school. We’d had to fight for the beard, so if he wanted to keep it, he’d damn well follow their rules or I’d make him shave it off myself. His body mass was the only thing he didn’t have yet that resembled me. He was much skinnier, and definitely on the verge of getting some bulk, just like I had been at seventeen. But he didn’t have it yet. He was still in that in between stage that showed the promise of what he might one day be. Me, I was six foot four, two hundred and fifty pounds of solid muscle, and had a six pack that was derived from days and days of hard work and sweat on the pipeline. I had a beard that was on the verge of being too bushy, but I’d literally lost all desire to impress anyone a long fucking time ago. I was me. I wasn’t going to change, even though some would like me to. “I’ll have to ask if it’s kid friendly…” I laughed when my son gave me a face that clearly said what he thought about me saying ‘kid friendly.’ My kid wasn’t a kid. He couldn’t be when he was raised by me. I’d done my best, but I’d been more like a brother than a parent. We were seventeen years apart in age, and there wasn’t a day that went by that I did the whole parenting thing correctly. He had to grow up faster than most. By the age of ten, I was leaving him at home for extended periods of time because I’d been switched to a different shift that equaled me not getting home from work until a little after nine o’clock. By the age of twelve, he was spending almost the entire night alone every other day because my shifts were switched again. By fifteen, we didn’t even pass each other for the entire day at times. Now, at sixteen, I had a better paying position. One that equaled me working days, though they were long and just as tiring—if not more tiring—as my previous job. Being peoples’ boss was the pits. Dealing with peoples’ bullshit was even worse. “You took me to the last one.” I grinned. “That’s right. I did.” “I can’t believe you’re prospecting. I’m so fuckin’ excited.” I just shook my head. My kid rolled his eyes at me and got up, walking toward me with a paper in his hand. “Read this and make sure it looks good.” I grabbed the paper and read it, my heart tightening slightly when I read the words on the paper. “You think I’m a superhero?” I asked quietly, my eyes flicking up to my son’s where he was leaning against the wall. Linc looked at me, really looked at me, and nodded. “Yeah, dad. I think you’re a fucking superhero.” He grated out. “Otherwise I wouldn’t be here right now, now would I? My paper was on someone who inspires me to be a better person. That’s you, bitch.” I grabbed my man-child into a headlock and brought him in close to me, then pressed a kiss to the top of his head before taking him down to the ground and tickling him like I used to do when he was six. “Get out of here, kid. Let me read. You get your shit picked up outside or it’ll get stolen.” My kid left, luckily putting pants on before he walked outside to pick up his football gear, leaving me to read a paper that was enough to bring a grown man to tears. In the Series: SERIES GOODREADS → https://goo.gl/SG8pbY → AVAILABLE NOW Beard Mode (The Dixie Wardens Rejects #1) Amazon: http://amzn.to/2l35WYi B&N: http://bit.ly/2hKn57t Kobo: http://bit.ly/2l2WMLH iTunes: http://apple.co/2m7rSlW → AVAILABLE NOW Fear The Beard (The Dixie Wardens Rejects #2) Amazon US: http://amzn.to/2nJoQry B&N: http://bit.ly/2nJrmhx Kobo: http://bit.ly/2nJBRRH iTunes: http://apple.co/2nJAhiU → PREORDER Son of a Beard (The Dixie Wardens Rejects #3) Amazon US: http://amzn.to/2kFr0nn Amazon CA: http://amzn.to/2keuMHj Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/2keNBud Amazon AU: http://amzn.to/2kyWM69 → PREORDER I’m Only Here For The Beard( The Dixie Warden Rejects #4) Amazon: http://amzn.to/2nJA1AA Amazon CA: http://amzn.to/2nJE9Ah Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/2nJDP4T Amazon AU: http://amzn.to/2nJxKoR Author Bio: I’m a married mother of three. My kids are all under 5, so I can assure you that they are a handful. I’ve been with my paramedic husband now for ten years, and we’ve produced three offspring that are nothing like us. I live in the greatest state in the world, Texas. Social Media Links: Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Lani-Lynn-Vale/441845419269557 Twitter: https://twitter.com/LaniLynnVale Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7154678.Lani_Lynn_Vale Blog: http://lanilynnvale.blogspot.com/ Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Lani-Lynn-Vale/e/B00IOX7R3S/ Newsletter: http://goo.gl/mPyyfO Giveaway: $10 Amazon Gift Card Direct Link: http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/81aa78941240
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Title: Take a Chance Author: Megs Pritchard Genre: M/M Romance Release: April 7, 2017 Blurb: Tom Carter Kicked out at fifteen for being gay, Tom survived by selling his body on the streets. Four years later, Tom, now nineteen, doesn’t know how long he can continue living this life. One night while out working, Tom sees a face from his past, one he had long forgotten. One he had used to fantasise about. Sebastian Banks Afraid of the reaction he will receive, Tom runs away hoping never to see him again. But Seb had other ideas. Seb Banks At twenty-five, Seb’s life is going exactly the way he had wanted. Having worked hard at University, Seb has been offered a permanent contract at a local solicitor. While driving to a friend’s house to celebrate, Seb is shocked to find Tom, someone he hasn’t seen in years, on the streets, selling himself. Feeling an overwhelming need to help Tom, Seb tracks him down and offers him a way out. Is Tom willing to take a chance on Seb and accept his offer, or will his distrust of everyone from his past cause him to push Seb away? Teaser Author Bio:
Megs Pritchard lives in England and is a mother to two small boys. When she isn’t working or being mummy, she is busy writing about complex characters that know the harsh realities of life but want a HEA. A lover of M/M and M/F romances she believes everyone deserves to be happy, healthy and loved. Growing up in a military family, Megs has traveled Europe and has a great deal of respect and gratitude for all the men and women who have and who still serve. Her dream job was to be a Bomb Disposal Expert and even had her own ‘kit’ when she was younger. She is currently working on her first full length series called Second Chances. Social Media Links: Website: http://www.megspritchardauthor.com Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/megspritchardauthor/ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/megspritchardauthor/?hl=en Twitter: https://twitter.com/megspritchard1 Tumblr: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/megspritchard Pinterest: https://uk.pinterest.com/megspritchard1/ Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Megs-Pritchard/e/B01BLALO5M/ Title: Bed of Lies Author: Niquel Genre: Dark Erotic Romance Stand alone (Novella) Release: April 14, 2017 Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25247500-bed-of-lies-volume-1 Blurb: I used to be naïve. I used to think monsters didn’t exist. I used to think I was safe, untouchable, and free from harm. Boy was I wrong... My name is Whitney, and I used to think my old life was mediocre and boring. I thought I was missing out on something exciting. Now that Linc has shown me how dark and twisted life can be, I’d go back in a heartbeat... This is book 1 in an upcoming 3 book dark erotic standalone series! PreOrder links: Amazon US: http://amzn.to/2ojSrFZ Amazon CA: http://amzn.to/2odl8ay Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/2niN5ca Amazon AU: http://amzn.to/2nO6tBA Teasers Excerpt 1 Linc was furious to find out someone had infiltrated his home while he was away on business. He was even more pissed off to find out Rebel had run off again, but he didn’t believe she’d done it on her own this time. He saw the way she looked at him; it was different, with more love in her eyes. The will to leave was slowly dissipating. He knew his wife must have had a hand in it somehow, and he was going to beat the answer out of her. Excerpt 2 We went outside and I sat on the patio stairs, staring out at the ocean. I wasn’t able to comprehend everything that had just transpired. My whole life had turned into one giant mess. I had thought I was happy back in Massachusetts. I had a man who loved me, a brother who loved me, a mom who loved me in her own unique way, and a future. Now? I had no idea what to look forward to. I didn’t think I’d be able to take it there much longer. I didn’t think I’d be able to see a future there, but now that everything had been taken away from me, I didn’t know what to do. “Rebel, I know this may be a lot to take in, but I would never betray you the way he did. Whatever you thought you had with him was a lie. Stay with me and I’ll give you the bright future you deserve. You can work, or stay home and breed my children. I don’t normally do that for my pets, but you mean a lot to me.” It was awkward seeing such a gentler side to the beast. What he offered was not what I truly wanted. I didn’t want to be stuck there as someone’s breeding machine. I wanted to be free and love someone who truly loved me, not captured me and blinded me with torture and love, conflicting every thought inside of me and making me question my own sanity. “I need to think.” “Take your time,” he said, placing a kiss on my lips before he turned on his heels and walked back into the house. I continued to look out into the ocean; the sky wasn’t as bright as the first day I was out there. It was dull and gloomy, matching the way I felt on the inside. Bio: Niquel is a self diagnosed coffee addict, lover of rice and beans, and chocolate—preferably not all together. She’s the creator of multiple stories full of love, passion, and power. She may toss in a ghost story every once in a while. When she’s not busy taking care of her two little girls, she's writing or creating graphics or you can find her binge watching TV with her significant other. Boston born and raised, she’s always been a creative soul: attending multiple colleges to develop her love of the visual arts. Social media links: Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/author.niquel Website - http://www.authorniquel.com/ Twitter - https://twitter.com/AuthorNiquel Amazon - http://amazon.com/author/niquel Email - [email protected] Goodreads - https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7770851.Niquel Newsletter - http://bit.ly/niquelsnewsletter Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/authorniquel Giveaway: Direct Link: http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/81aa78941239 Title: Game Ender Series: Game Series #4 – The series finale Author: BJ Harvey Genre: Romantic Comedy with Heat Release Date: April 17, 2017 Cover Designer: Najla Qamber Designs Goodreads: http://bit.ly/2kGjUBE Blurb: From USA Today bestselling author BJ Harvey comes the fourth and final book in the Game series and this time it's the reformed playboy and the single mom. *** "You have chlamydia." Three words no man wants to hear. I've always been liberal with my appreciation of the female form, a firm believer in the 'try before you buy' principle, but living life to the fullest obviously didn't end well for me considering the unexpected—and very unwelcome—consequence of my free and easy past. After living through the horrendous experience that was informing my recent sexual partners of my acquired 'condition,’ I made a vow to myself – and a bet with my best friend—that the next woman I sleep with will be the ‘one.’ What I will learn is that even when something happens and the games come to an end, there's always the chance of something—or someone—crashing in and changing everything. So this is my story. It may start with a venereal disease, but I promise you, I’m determined to get my happy ending. PreOrder Links: Amazon - getBook.at/GameEnder iBooks - http://apple.co/2nRDYzF B&N - http://bit.ly/2mIFO63 Kobo - http://bit.ly/2iHHR7V Excerpt: "Mommy?" Rose asks, standing next to Kate and tugging on her top. Kate takes a sip of wine before looking down at her daughter with a smile on her face. "Yeah, princess?" "What's an ortasm?" Wine shoots out of Kate’s mouth, as she chokes. The rest of us either gasp, snort, or in Mac's case, cackle with laughter. Noah and Zoe's Nate, never one to miss out on being the center of attention, decides to wade in with his five-year old wisdom. "I have a penith," he says, before pulling down his pants to prove the fact. "Oh God, I can't breathe," Abi wheezes, bent over in her chair and laughing like a loon. "Daddy says that he'll cut off any boy's penis that touches me," Megan, Sean and Sam's gorgeous nine-year old daughter, informs the group. "He'd be right, pumpkin," Sam replies, pursing her lips and not looking at all surprised by her daughter's announcement. "I'm so glad Riley can't hear us. You don't want to know the things she comes out with," Mac adds just as Riley appears beside her. "Shit," she mutters. “Daddy told me I'm not allowed to talk about penises. But if you can then I can too." "Riley, this is adult conversation." "But you said adults have toys, like when I found a huge plastic penis in that red box at the back of your closet and you told me it was a paperweight." Mac’s face goes red, and her lips twitch. "Ah . . . yeah.” “You told me it was a paperweight.” “That’s because it was, honey." "That's good, because I put it on Daddy's desk in his office this morning. You shouldn't hide things like that." The rest of the group struggles to stifle their laughter but somehow Mac powers through it. "I told you about going into my closet, missy." Riley shrugs, her hand darting out to grab a handful of potato crisps from the bowl in the middle of the table. "I was looking for the chicken." We all go silent, waiting for the penny to drop. Mac's head jerks back. "What?" "Oh no. I’m not sure I want to know where this is going . . ." Abi says quietly beside us "I heard you say you wanted Daddy's cock." Riley turns to her mother and narrows her eyes, her hands moving to her hips as she takes a hilarious—and very indignant—pose. "And I couldn’t find a chicken in your room so I looked in the closet. You shouldn't hide Daddy's cock. It’s mean for Daddy to keep a chicken inside." "Ah . . ." Mac wide eyes move to Kate. "Riley," Kate says, her voice full of humor. "I think you should go ask your Daddy about his chicken. Make sure you do it so that all of the uncles can hear too. I bet they’ll love to hear about the chicken." "I think I will," she states with a firm nod before turning on her heels and leaving the room in search of her father. Mac can do nothing but shake her head. "I swear to God that child is not mine.” Teasers In The Series: Game Player (Game #1) - DOWNLOAD FREE Amazon -getBook.at/GamePlayer iBooks - apple.co/1Rma0h8 B&N - http://bit.ly/2a2GJJW Kobo - http://bit.ly/1mWvsyd Google Play Books - http://bit.ly/1qhM19x Continue the series: Game Maker (Game Series #2) Game Saver (Game Series #3) Amazon: http://amzn.to/2nXM5yS iBooks - http://apple.co/2eridSb Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/2nqnGk2 Kobo - http://bit.ly/2nCR4UI Google Play Books: http://bit.ly/2fdrKy8 Author Bio: BJ Harvey is the USA Today Bestselling Author of the Bliss Series. She also regards herself as a smut peddler, suspense conjurer and a funny romance thinker upper. An avid music fan, you will always find her singing some hit song badly but loving every minute of it. She’s a wife, a mom to two beautiful girls, and hails from what she considers as the best country in the world—New Zealand. Social Media Links: Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/bjharveyauthor Twitter: https://twitter.com/bjharveyauthor Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/bjharvs/ Tumblr: http://bjharveyauthor.tumblr.com/ Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6886702.B_J_Harvey Sign up for her mailing list here: http://eepurl.com/MfpyP Bookbub Author Alerts: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/bj-harvey Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/BJ-Harvey/e/B00C7DWYH0 Giveaway: Direct Link: http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/81aa78941236 Title: All I Ask Author: Elizabeth York Genre: Contemporary/Romantic Suspense Release Date: May 23, 2017 Photographer: Mandy Hollis at MHPhotography Designer: Melissa Gill at MGBookcover & Design Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/34677381 Blurb: My name is Devan Anderson and I am a photographer and the by product of a cheating father and a childhood evaporated by illness. I'm stubborn, protective, but I care more than I let on. What does a girl like me do when I taste life for the first time? I'll give you a hint. It isn't what you think. My name is Ian Jensen and I am a Pediatric Oncologist that works day and night with kids that prove to be braver than I. I am open to Nerf gun fights, having fun, and taking control. What's a doctor who lives life by the book do when given a new chapter to live in? Ask me again tomorrow? What happens when a photographer set to live in the dark meets the doctor that lives in the light? What happens when our world collide? Pre-Order Links: Amazon: http://amzn.to/2ofmQUY Amazon CA: http://amzn.to/2ofA97P Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/2ofqgqC Amazon AU: http://amzn.to/2ofsEh6 Excerpt: “Put your hands up,” a little voice yelled. Ian and I put our hands up. I turned my head to see a little boy wearing a mask and a cape holding a Nerf bow. I smiled as Ian reached into his coat and snagged a little Nerf gun. “Who are you?” I asked to distract the kid avenger from Ian’s movements. “I am-,” his voice froze as I saw a woman stepped out of a room with her arms crossed. She cleared her throat as I looked at Ian and he winked. In one swift, move Ian turned with his Nerf gun and shot a toy bullet as he moved in front of me. The boy fired and his bullet hit the wall as he pulled back the arm on the bow and was ready to fire again. Ian pulled the trigger on the little boy and fired again intentionally hitting the wall as the masked child fired again. Ian groaned as he took a toy arrow in the leg, and fell to the floor. I immediately wanted to play along so I grabbed his gun and fired at the boy who was faster than the foam bullet I launched. I went to step forward over Ian when I got really dizzy and lost my balance. I fell back and hit the floor with a thud. “Doctor Ian, is she okay?” a little voice asked as a bright light was intensely in my eyes. “What’s your name?” Ian asked as he looked me over. “You know my name.” “What day is it?” Ian asked as I had to follow his finger. “Ass hole day?” I asked and snickered when Ian scoffed because there were virgin ears around. Author Bio: Author Elizabeth York has been writing for about seven years. Located in the southeast, she spends her days drinking sweet tea on the porch with her laptop in hand. She has devoted her life to her family and her books. With the loss of her Father to cancer in 2010 she makes "Dear Daddy" dedication pages in each book and donates 10% royalties to cancer research. Elizabeth was given a 2015 Author of the Year award sponsored by 31 blogs for her role in helping her fellow authors and her writing. She was also accepted into the Romance Writers of America organization in May of 2015. Social Media Links: Website: http://Authorelizabethyork.com Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/ElizabethYorkAuthor Twitter: http://www.Twitter.com/AuthorEYork Amazon: http://goo.gl/NgqXhp Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/ElizabethYork Street Team: https://goo.gl/5g9gcG Fan Group: https://goo.gl/CMB9cb Title: Existential Series: Fallen Aces MC #4 Author: Max Henry Genre: MC Romantic Suspense Release: April 18, 2017 Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/27388097-existential Blurb: How much suffering can a man withstand before he finally breaks? A question I used to ask myself often. Now I know the answer. As president of the Fallen Aces MC Fort Worth chapter, I’m looked to for guidance in times of crisis. I’m expected to set personal grievances aside and lead by example. Yet how can I do that when those grievances robbed me of my family, my life? My reason to be at the head of the table? My father: murdered. My baby sister: killed the same day. And my other sister? A mystery. I’m drowning in my desolation and yet nobody seems to care. Or maybe it’s the fact I won’t let them close enough to help? Either way, my losses are my own, and I’ll deal with them the only way I know how—by punishing myself. I’ve got it all figured out, at least, I thought I did. Until one woman, a traveller passing by, unravels the master plan. I see it in her eyes, the same distance, the same feeling that she doesn’t belong—that her time here is wasted. One woman who mirrors me in every way, and suddenly I find a reason to hold off the reaper a little longer. A reason to stay at the head of the table. A reason to show those who’ve hurt me that, although they brought the beast to its knees, I won’t lay down to die without a fight. Existential is book number four in the Fallen Aces MC series, but can be read as a standalone. PreOrder Links: Amazon US: hyperurl.co/qtbydm Amazon UK: hyperurl.co/fo1o19 iBooks: http://apple.co/2n3FiAg Excerpt: He reaches out and threads his fingers under mine, bringing our joined hands between us on the floor. “Do you think it’s weak if a man admits his fears?” I frown, squeezing his hand tight. “No.” Why would he even think that? “I think it’s honorable. It takes so much bravery to admit you have faults.” “You think?” “I know.” After all, aren’t I the authority on keeping faults a secret? He sniffs, staring at the toes of his boots where they rest against the base of the washer. “Since everything went to shit last year, I get … I guess the only way to describe it is angry at myself.” “What for? Do you blame yourself for what happened?” His head drops back again, and he closes his eyes as his thumb traces a path on the back of my hand. “Yeah, but I know I shouldn’t. Still, knowin’ what I’m thinkin’ is wrong doesn’t make it go away. I still blame myself for everything, still hate myself for it.” “That’s natural, though. You went through something traumatic, from what you’ve said of it, so you’ve got strong reactions that need a place to rest.” “I went on a bender after they died,” he explains, opening his eyes to stare at the ceiling. “Drank, binged on coke, picked fights with my friends, and it wasn’t until I couldn’t remember what it was like to be straight that I finally realized why I did it.” “Distraction?” “To die.” A lump lodges in my throat as I take him in. At face value he’s strength and dominance. He’s a huge guy, intimidating to those who don’t know him, with his black clothing, leather, and piercings. He puts out an image of power, over others, and himself. But underneath it all he hides this. “Don’t,” I utter. “Don’t say that again.” “Why?” He rolls his head to look me in the eye. “It’s the truth, Dagne. I don’t want to do this anymore. Every day is hard. I wake up wishin’ it was time to go to sleep again, dreadin’ the day before it’s even happened.” His face moves through frustration and anger, glimpses of pain and despair between. “You have any idea what it’s like to just want to curl up in a ball and pretend the world doesn’t exist?” “Yeah, I do,” I say. “I also know what it’s like to want to die. To know you’re too gutless to do it yourself, so you wish for something that’ll do it for you, like an illness, an accident, or a masochistic fucking father who hates the fact you breathe the same air as him.” Hooch’s eyes go wide, and I realize in that moment tears streak my cheeks. But fuck it—he needs to hear it. “I also know what it’s like to be hurt so bad that you finally believe that day has come, and in that second your foolishness and selfish thoughts come back to haunt you. What it’s like to realize when you’re faced with your own mortality that you don’t want to die … you just wish you were someone else, living another life.” “Dagne—” “Ah.” I lift my finger to stop him. “Nope. I’m not finished, mister.” A small smile plays at the corner of his lips, and he reaches out to wipe my tears. “Carry on.” “What you have to face is that you have the power to be somebody else. Fuck what your head tells you, Hooch. Your mind is a goddamn liar. It feeds off your fear, shows you your flaws while hiding your strengths. If you’re not happy,” I say, jabbing him in the chest, “change it. Do something about it. But don’t quit.” “I’ve tried.” He captures my hand, focusing on the flesh of my palm as he traces the lines with his finger. “I really have, but my battery’s run dry, girl.” “No,” I say, shaking my head. “It hasn’t. You just haven’t found what charges it yet.” Teasers Author Bio: Max is the author of dark, and highly emotional romance. Her Butcher Boys series is centered around a group of ex-street kids who have teamed up with an indebted motorcycle club to take down a notorious drug lord. And her new series, the Fallen Aces MC, is a spin-off from this dark and dangerous world. Her writing has been described as 'gripping', and 'addictive', taking you on an 'emotional roller coaster ride'. Originally born and bred in New Zealand, Max now resides with her family in beautiful and sunny Queensland, Australia. Life with two young children can be hectic at times, and although she may not write as often as she would like, Max wouldn't change a thing. When she's not engrossed in her dark and twisted fictional worlds, she can be found enjoying the outdoors while 4wd-ing with her family. 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Outcast. September Evans was used to being an outsider after being bounced around foster homes. No one seemed to resent her more than her new foster brother, Keaton Grayson. He hated the new girl intruding on his life. Until he didn't. Fights became foreplay and anger became lust. The line between their love/hate relationship started to blur until it disappeared completely and ended in heartbreak. Getting close to Keaton was September's biggest mistake. One that comes back to haunt her four years later, when the stakes are higher than ever. The two are going to have to work together on something dangerous and wrong but done for the right reasons. The chemistry and attraction are still there, buried under resentment and blame. Keaton still wants September gone, or maybe he just wants her. September can't forget her past with Keaton, but she can't let him ruin her future either. Erasing that line between love and hate again could destroy them both. Teasers Excerpt: Copyright Alyne Roberts. Unedited. Subject to Change. I stare up at the warehouse and then back down at my phone. Gray’s Auto. I have the address right but the place looks vacant. There’s a closed sign in the window and a few cars in the parking lot. I knock on the big metal door, but no one answers. By the time the sun sets, I am out of patience. “Sure, come on over Nine. Not a problem at all,” I mutter to myself as I pick one of the three locks. They are heavy duty locks, not easy to pick but after a few more cuss words and promises to kill Rhys, I get in. “Make yourself at home, Nine,” I say to myself as I walk up the stairs and step into a large loft. The huge living space is lined with windows that over look the river that runs along the side of the building. A couch and a flat screen TV sit in the center of the room. I spot the kitchen in the back and head for it. I need a shot but a beer will have to do. I pop the top and hop up on the counter to wait. I’m on my second beer when I hear a car pull up. Footsteps echo up the hall before the lights flick on and I’m met with a grinning Rhys. It’s rare to get a smile from him so I don’t waste a beat before I jump down and into his waiting arms. His hug is like home as I’m wrapped up with one of the few people in this world I can trust. When I look over his shoulder, my eyes lock on dark eyes I know too well. That familiar anger and hate are there, glaring back at me. I’m hit in the gut with every memory I have been trying to block out since I left home 4 years ago. “September.” My name rolls off his tongue with ease, like it always had. It was always September. He was the only other person that called me that other than my mom. Not Ember like I asked him to call me hundreds of times. Not Nine or Sept. His voice is deeper with more grit. He looks different than the teenager I left standing on that porch 4 years ago. His chest is wider, filled out with muscles underneath a tight t-shirt. Tattoos peak out from under his sleeves, covering his hands and climbing out from his collar up his neck. There’s a light stubble on his face that I’ve never seen before. If I thought I couldn’t resist him when I was 17 and stupid, I don’t stand a chance at 22 and even more stupid. Keaton Grayson is a man now. Hot and angry and everything I have been trying to forget since I left. “Keaton,” I whisper as I pull out of Rhys’s hold. “You two know each other?” he asks, looking between Keaton and I in suspicion. Neither one of us speaks for a minute. How do you answer that question? Is there one word that sums up our relationship? He was my first love or I broke his heart doesn’t seem like enough. “He was my foster brother,” I finally answer, knowing if I didn’t offer something Keaton would answer. I didn’t want to hear his explanation. It would be hurtful. “She was more of a house guest actually.” There it is. Those words hurt more than I’d like to admit. Always the outsider. I was never really part of his family, no matter how badly I wanted it. “Is that right?” Rhys asks, looking to Keaton then back at me. Keaton laughs but it’s hard and laced with venom. I lift my chin and straighten my spine, ready for the verbal attack I know is coming. “No. Absolutly not. I can’t work with her. I don’t trust her.” Ouch. “It’s her job, Keaton.” “Then I’m out.” No. No. No. This can’t be falling apart before I even start. Rhys promised a second man and I counted on that. “We need you. We need 3 people and you’re the only person I trust,” Rhys argues. I wait silently because anything I say would only make matters worse. Keaton glares at me. More than the animosity, I see hurt underneath the repulsion and hate. It’s not much different than the way he looked at me before I walked out of his life for what should have been forever. “You owe me,” Rhys says and I know Keaton is in. Keaton may not trust me but he is loyal to a fault to those that earn it. Stormy dark eyes land on me. His gaze moves over my body, slowly, like he’s actually seeing me for the first time since he found me in his apartment. He takes in my long, red hair and red lipstick. In a plaid skit and loose shirt that hang off one shoulder, I stand barefoot, my knee-high boots on his floor. I feel naked and exposed even though he’s seen it all before. Keaton moves, fast and without hesitation, pushing me to the wall behind me. I swallow hard from the impact and the heat rolling off his chest. Memories of another time I was pinned under the wall by Keaton floods my mind unwanted. I feel my face turn pink. “Listen to me, September,” he whispers. I resist the urger to shiver at the way my name comes out a growl. “Don’t screw us over. Don’t steal from us, lie, or get your ass in trouble.” I gasp at the words he said to me the first time we met. I realize, with heartbreaking clarity that Keaton hates me more than when he first met me all those years ago. No matter how close we eventually became or everything we went through, I erased all that good. He pushes off me and toward the door they came in. “Show her to the guest room. I’m going out.” The door slams behind him and I stare at it, still pressed to the wall. Every cell in body is telling me to run. Leave Willow Creek and don’t look back. I’ve done it before and can do it again. But then I think of my mother in that facility and I remember why I am here. Author Bio:
Alyne lives in Ohio with her husband, two dogs and cat. Working full time in an office all day, she spends her nights reading, writing or watching an entire TV series in a night. She refuses to grow up and loves Disney movies and anything with owls. She couldn't live without her coffee or her furry "children". Alyne wrote her first novel titled "Light to the Darkness" in 2014. To stay up to date on what Alyne is working on, teasers and more: Sign up for the newsletter. http://eepurl.com/YNdxj She loves to connect with readers so feel free to stalk her! Social Media Links: Website: www.alyneroberts.com Facebook: www.facebook.com/AlyneRoberts Twitter: www.twitter.com/AlyneRoberts Pinterest: www.pinterest.com/alyneroberts/ Instagram: https://instagram.com/alyneroberts/ Title: Infinite Us Author: Eden Butler Genre: Contemporary Romance Release Date: May 23, 2017 Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/33916257 Blurb: Love is timeless… Nash Nation loves zeroes and ones, over-sized monitors and late office hours. He’s too busy taking over the world to make time for relationships—that is, until his new neighbor Willow O’Bryant barges into his life, and now Nash can’t shake the feeling that this isn’t the first time she’s interrupted his world. Then, the dreams start. And in the dreams—memories. Memories of a girl named Sookie who couldn’t count on love or friendship, never mind forever. Memories of a library and a boy called Isaac and secrets made in private that destroyed his world. The memories seem real, but who do they belong to? When Nash and Willow discover the truth, life as they know it unravels. The bridge between this life and the next is shored up by blood and bone and memory. Sometimes, that bridge leads to the place we’ve always wanted to be. Pre-Order: AMAZON: http://amzn.to/2mM2WkE IBOOKS: http://apple.co/2nWxmjT B&N: http://bit.ly/2nWxXBP KOBO: http://bit.ly/2nWycgx Giveaway: (2) $10 gift cards and (5) e-book copies of INFINITE US Direct link: http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/81aa78941229 Author Bio: Eden Butler is an editor and writer of Mystery, Suspense and Contemporary Romance novels and the nine-times great-granddaughter of an honest-to-God English pirate. This could explain her affinity for rule breaking and rum. When she’s not writing or wondering about her possibly Jack Sparrowesque ancestor, Eden patiently waits for her Hogwarts letter, edits, reads and spends way too much time watching rugby, Doctor Who and New Orleans Saints football. She is currently living under teenage rule alongside her husband in southeast Louisiana. Please send help. Social Media Links: Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/21011324-eden-butler Twitter: http://twitter.com/EdenButler_ Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/eden.butler.10?fref=ts Tumblr: http://edenbutlerwrites.tumblr.com/ Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/edenbutlerwrite/ Blog: http://edenbutlerwrites.wordpress.com/ Excerpt: It was the dream. The waking dream again. There was something tied up in that dream—a memory, the life I knew but had never lived. That was the only explanation. The dream crawled inside my skull like a centipede. It stayed there, burrowed itself so deep inside my brain that imagination got squashed. Nothing was fantasy anymore. What had been figments of my imagination had grown to something real, something I couldn’t beat away. Something I couldn’t ignore. It stayed with me during the investors’ meeting, as Duncan talked about projections and media outreach. He spoke and I watched his face, focused like I understood the meaning behind the noise, the unrecognizable words his mouth made. I knew he was expecting me to weigh in with some technical spin, but it was all I could do to keep from completely drifting away. Lucky for me, he liked the sound of his own voice. Even Duncan and his slick CEO arrogance didn’t distract me from the dream. The sound of his pitch, that salesman shine he thought might impress the investors didn’t do a damn thing to erase what I’d felt. What I’d seen. What I remembered. The dream stayed even as his nagging turned into a whining drone that made my teeth ache. “What the fuck was that? You just tuned out. You weren’t engaged at all.” No. I hadn’t been. Still wasn’t as I fed him some bullshit about a migraine. “I’ll catch you later, man. I gotta jet.” He didn’t buy my excuse. Duncan’s eyes narrowed and I swear I felt his stare hot on my neck as I moved out of his office and stood waiting at the elevator. Wasn’t much I could hide from him through that glass wall so I kept my head down, wondering how I’d gotten messed up with that asshole in the first place. Ah. Right. I had a program and no cash. Duncan had deep pockets and was looking for someone’s coattails to ride. One plus one is always two. Didn’t much care if he bought the migraine excuse. I felt something right at the base of my skull. A pressure, a dull ache, but I wasn’t sick. I was high. My brain went into autopilot as I left Manhattan, grabbing the A train to get me to downtown Brooklyn. And the whole way home, with the rocking of the train, the funky smell of the city getting fainter with every stop, and the even worse body odor of all the compressed bodies, the ache in my head grew the closer we came to my stop, that weird memory nagging at me. That shit wouldn’t let me be. Over and over in my head, as I huddled tight behind my jacket in the still chilly weather, the memory came clear as a raindrop. Me and her. Me and the woman I didn’t know. Me as a man I’d never been. The smell of roses. The thick hint of dust and coffee. The feel of worn book bindings and the scrap of metal chairs on wood floors. The taste of honey on my tongue. The woman wrapped around me, holding tight, like I was her lifeline. Her red hair between my fingers, her nails pulling at my collar. Feeling needed. Feeling free. A gust of wind blew off my hood, had my eyes watering as I jogged the rest of the way toward my building, barely acknowledging the people grouped around the front entrance. But then the sound of kids screeching cut into my brain, and I finally noticed that Old Man Walker was handing out Jolly Ranchers from the top step; for his grandkids and the others bouncing around, he couldn't get the wrapped candy out of his pockets fast enough. In that small chaos, compounded by an arguing couple from 3C coming out of the elevator, brushing past the cluster of kids in their red and green puffy coats and their sniffling noses, heels clicking on the tile floor and crackling over the candy wrappers littering the hall, I forgot about the dream. If only for a second. Until I saw Willow at the mailboxes. She didn’t look much like the woman in my dream. Her hair was not red, but light brown. The redhead’s had been thick and bone straight. Willow’s was wild, all over the place, as though she could never get it under control. The woman in my dream had been thin with barely a hint of curve to her shape. Elegant, graceful like a ballerina. Willow was all dips and bends, luscious, her legs strong with well-defined muscle, and a wide, wondrous ass. Suddenly the rest of the world receded and there was nothing but the movement of Willow’s hair as she dug the mail from her box, the rhythm of her limbs as she swatted at that thick mass of hair, the swoop of her jacket hem against all those round, perfect curves as she turned, her attention on the envelopes in her hand. The smell of her skin, the jasmine in her hair, seemed to billow around me as I stood motionless in the lobby. She was everywhere, familiar and yet unknown. A stranger/not stranger I had held at arm’s length, but still far more real than my dream, than the memory it was trying to evoke. Willow stopped short as she noticed me, pausing with the mail held against her chest, a frown appearing on her face. I knew that expression from the last time I saw her, when I lied and told her I didn’t want her, when I had spoken promises that even then I knew I’d never keep. “Nash.” There was a bite in her voice, the clip of my name, as if she was trying to sound disdainful, yet her voice still held an undertone of something that, if it had a flavor, would have tasted like honey. And then the dream, that sweet, stinging memory crashed over me. Déjà vu and fantasy and shit I did not understand hit me like a fever, and I was lost. The redhead kissed my neck. The hint of her soft, liquid tongue against my skin, tugging on my ear, wanting me with a fierceness no one ever had before, overwhelmed me, and I had to close my eyes to keep from being dragged under. “Nash?” Willow’s voice reeled me back in, and I opened my eyes to see her sweet, concerned expression and the curve of her mouth, the fullness of her bottom lip. Then Willow... she took the back of her hair in one hand, twisting it into a knot—the smallest gesture that I’d seen her do a dozen times—and suddenly I realized: the woman in my dream had done the same thing. The same motion, the same movement. Just like Willow. A sharp intake of breath—that was me. Willow had backed up a half step, her face confused, conflicted, and despite what I’d said before, I reached out and slid my fingers tentatively to touch her face, guiding her chin up so I could look into her eyes. “Nash…” She made the smallest noise, something that sounded like moan and laugh at the same time. It transformed, deepened to a growl when I kissed her. Yet even as my mouth found hers, as my tongue slid along her lip, begging an invitation, one thought consumed me, something I didn’t believe was left over from my dream. One thought that made me brave, made me hungry: this woman belongs to me. Title: Sold Author: Gisele St. Claire Genre: Menage Romance Everything changes for Realtor, Tiffany, with an anonymous email to her business account where the sender describes what he’d like to do to her in vivid detail. Then she meets him at a viewing – H, owner of Club S, where patrons bid for the stage. Soon the email is being lived out in the flesh. After, H asks her the question, “Have you ever had two men at once?” Tiffany leaves. With no further contact, Tiffany begins dating neighbour Brandon, but she can’t get thoughts of H and threesomes out of her mind, especially after she visits the club and sees one up close. She wonders if Brandon is going to be enough for her, until a shock encounter means she doesn’t have to wonder any more... Warning: If thoughts of two men at once are too much for your heart, better to leave this one alone. Other than that come join us...18+ erotic romance If you're into quick, hot and sexy erotica romance with a twist then you've found the right gal! I love staying up late and watching my characters come to life on paper. Cover Reveal Title: Sights on the SEAL Author: Alexis Abbott Release Date: March 24, 2017 Add to Goodread Blurb: I never knew I was a dad... As a Navy SEAL, I did the sh*t no one else could handle, and I was good at it. When my best friend dies in the line of duty, I realize I gotta get out if I want any hope of having a family. If I want to have a future. All the while I served, I kept thinking of the one that got away. The one I let get away. A scorching hot one-night-stand, and suddenly Rebecca is in my blood. She’s the one that got me through the war, whether she knows it or not. So I find her. I need her to give me a second chance. When she tells me our tryst started a family for us, though? I can hardly believe my luck. I never expected the war to follow me home. I never expected to have to be this man again. Rebecca and our daughter shouldn’t have to see this side of me. But I can’t be just a daddy, or just a lover any more. To protect the ones I love I need to be a cold-hearted killer, and make everyone threatening my family pay in blood. Author Info: I'm Alexis Abbott, and I love bad boys, gritty backdrops, and super steamy sex! Sign up for my mailing list to be notified of new releases, sales, giveaways, and lots of other fun stuff ;) Follow: Website Newsletter Amazon |