B.C. Morin returns to her world of vampires, werewolves, nephilim, and the carefully created hybrids who are now fighting to keep the crumbling peace between the species.
“The past cannot be changed, forgotten, edited, or erased. It can only be accepted.” ~Unknown
Especially if the past made you the rare immortal hybrid you are today.
Emeline Huntley is a survivor. A reluctant immortal who has lived through losing her family, being experimented on, wearing a clockwork collar that could behead her at any moment, and being under the control of one of the most ruthless men she has ever had the displeasure to know. Now, she and her lethal and intoxicating husband Alexander, also a hybrid have become peace-keepers. If you consider vigilante mercenaries for hire, peace-keepers, that is.
Emeline and Alexander have been thrust into the center of a surge of murders that threatens the already fragile state of affairs between vampires and werewolves. When a hooded figure targets them at home in the States and they run out of answers here, Emeline and Alexander have to go home to England. Fighting ghosts of the past as much as the enemies of the present, they find that this is far more than a species war. Someone is playing a deadly game and Emeline and Alexander are in their way.
Enemies are gaining ground as danger closes in on the couple and the past they have tried so hard to avoid rushes back. Calling on the very vampire and werewolf they were created from, Alexander and Emeline try to get to the bottom of it all and stop the mysterious figure before more lives are taken. But as the dead ends keep piling up, time is running out…
Originally from Miami, Florida, award winning author B.C. Morin now lives in Jacksonville, Florida with her husband, two children, and American Bullhuahua, Max.
When she’s not writing her next paranormal romance, adult contemporary, or epic fantasy, she enjoys spending time with her husband and kids, drinking wine and coffee (not together, ew), pinning things she may not make on pinterest, making clay creations, and not writing her bio in the third person.
Learn more about B.C. and her books on Instagram (bcmorinauthor), her facebook author page, or Twitter (@BCMorinauthor).
Brianna Stark writes romance with an edge. She spends her summers with her BF in a log cabin in the Pacific Northwest, where she is happiest writing. In her spare time she practices yoga, craves coffee more than she would like, and goes for walks with her three-pound Pomchi, who stops to kiss everyone. She is the author of the Driven Dance Theater series.
Genre: Romantic Suspense Cover Design: Cassy Roop, Pink Ink Designs Photo: Golden Czermak, FuriousFotog Models: Steffen Hughes & CC Monroe Release Date: September 4, 2020
Blurb
Dr. Neil
Walker, M.D., M.F.T, Ph. D.
I’m not
your average therapist. As the founder of Imperium Security—the cover for my
mercenary team—I’ve dedicated my entire life to helping heal those who’ve had
their power unwillingly taken from them and avenging the ones who didn’t
survive.
A decade after
creating the perfect team, I’ve now watched as every one of my brothers-in-arms
has met and married their perfect match, the special women who were meant for
them—because not just any woman is cut out to be the wife of a mercenary. And
it was through one of these matches I finally met The One, the woman of
my dreams, the one I’ve sworn to help heal and protect above all others.
Astrid
Quill, Makeup Artist
It was only
supposed to be for the weekend, but then all hell broke loose, and I went from
just staying with Doc so my sister could have a worry-free romantic getaway
with her honey, to living with him for an entire year.
Oh,
boo-hoo, poor me, trapped in this amazing, state-of-the-art mansion with a dog
who loves the hell out of me. And not trapped because Neil won’t let me go.
Heavens, no. Neil is dreamy and a real-life hero, and he tries everything to
help me step foot back into the world. It’s a self-imposed prison, because
nothing good ever came of me being out in the wild.
I made a
promise nearly a decade ago that I’d never let myself fall in love again. Love
brought pain, both emotional and physical, and the last time I was in love, I
barely escaped with my life. But I’m finding it harder to resist this magnetism
between us, especially when he makes it perfectly clear he wants me and only
me.
No, Doc
isn’t your average therapist.
So is he
the one man who can not only save me from my past, but also heal my heart?
“Wanna play a game, Doc?” I ask in a creepy voice, mimicking
the scary little fucker on the trike in the Saw movies.
“I never realized how much like Seth you are until today,”
he replies instead, and a lazy smile pulls at my lips.
“My sister said since the day she met him that he’s like me
but with a penis. I chose to ignore the fact that she then proceeded to have
sex with that penis. I have enough psychologic damage to wonder why my sister
fell in love with a man who reminds her of me,” I joke, and he shakes his head
at that.
“Then I’ll choose to ignore the fact that I fell in love
with a woman who reminds me of him with a vagina,” he replies, and I wrinkle my
nose.
“Ew.”
“Right?”
“No, I mean the vagina part. Don’t call it that.” I stick
out my tongue.
“Are you twelve, goddess? I’m a medical professional,” he
points out.
“You’re a head doctor. Not a vagina doctor,” I argue,
sneering the word.
He lifts a brow. “You’d be amazed how much the mind is
affected by what’s between one’s legs, Ms. Quill.”
Author Bio
KD Robichaux wanted to be a romance author since the first time she
picked up her mom’s Sandra Brown books at the ripe old age of twelve. She went
to college to become a writer, but then married her very own alpha and had
babies. Putting her dream job on hold to raise her family as a stay at home mom
who read entirely too much, she created a blog where she could keep her family
and friends up-to-date on all the hottest reads. From there, by word of mouth,
her blog took off and she began using her hard-earned degree as a full-time
editor. When her kids started school, and with the encouragement from her many
author friends, she finally sat down and started working on her first series,
The Blogger Diaries, her own real-life romance. She’s now published more than
fifteen stories in many different genres of romance.
Jennie Goutet’s gorgeous new regency romance, A Fall From Grace, is coming to audiobook soon! Check it out and be sure to signup today for release updates!
Title: A Fall From Grace
Author: Jennie Goutet
Genre: Regency Romance
About A Fall From Grace:
She needs a champion. He needs one less person to worry about.
Selena Lockhart comes with neither fortune nor connections, and she knows better than to expect Society to give her a welcome—especially after her father gambled away his fortune, precipitating the family’s sudden fall from grace and Selena’s betrothed to break off the engagement. It therefore comes as no surprise that her new neighbor, Sir Lucius, treats her with disdain. Why should he look beyond appearances when her own promises so little?
Sir Lucius Clavering is not married, but he may as well be, considering he is expected to escort his widowed mother to watering holes, round out the numbers at his married sister’s dinners, and come to the aid of his scapegrace younger siblings. It doesn’t help that single women and matchmaking mamas jostle each other for his face, fortune, and title so that he’s left without a moment’s peace.
When Selena shows up at Lucius’s doorstep looking for help, he is sure it’s another ploy aimed at cutting up his prized bachelor existence. Although his prejudice does not last long, Lucius fears his first reaction might have ruined his chances with her. How can he save her from Society’s teeth when she continues to hold him at arm’s length?
Workspace with laptop, blank mockup clipboard and pink peony flowers bouquet on blue background. Flat lay, top view home office desk.
Jennie Goutet is an American-born Anglophile, who lives with her French husband and their three children in a small town outside Paris. Her imagination resides in Regency England, where her historical romances are set. Jennie is also author of the award-winning memoir, Stars Upside Down, and the modern romances, A Sweetheart in Paris and A Noble Affair.A Christian, a cook, and an inveterate klutz, Jennie writes about faith, food, and life—even the clumsy moments—on herblog, aladyinfrance.com. You can learn more about Jennie and her books on her author website, jenniegoutet.com.
We are so excited to be sharing the cover for UNWRITTEN by Alex Rosa! Check out the gorgeous cover, read an excerpt and be sure to pre-order your copy of this new contemporary romance today!
About UNWRITTEN
Hailey Elwood always knew three things: she wanted to be a writer, she didn’t want to run her family diner, and she was madly and unconditionally in love with Caiden Anderson.
When Hailey came to the conclusion that her family would never understand her dream to write, she decided to take her future into her own hands, but what she didn’t expect was Caiden’s ultimatum.
Falling in love with Caiden was easy. Saying goodbye to him was not.
Five years later, Hailey’s debut novel becomes an international bestseller, skyrocketing her to fame, but when her mother passes away, she’s forced to return to her hometown to confront the memories and the man that shaped her first book. She’ll argue it’s fiction, but Caiden knows better.
Hailey wasn’t the only one who was left battered and bruised, and Caiden makes it a point to make her accountable chapter by chapter.
Now with her publisher suddenly pushing her for a sequel, she isn’t sure how to write it when her future is still unwritten.
This is too much, but then CeeCee shouts, “To Hailey! Welcome back to our daydreamer, our go-getter, and our friend!”
I shake my head back and forth, trying to fight their kindness, feeling my face go red, but I can’t stop smiling. Everyone clinks their glasses with mine clumsily, and I can’t help but laugh. CeeCee winks at me as she brings her shot glass to her lips, and I follow suit.
A chilled caramel flavor slides smoothly down my throat, and I’m greeted with the goofiest smiles from every one of my friends. My heart feels full, and my face feels warm. For a second, I feel like I belong again. Almost like I never left.
I like that we’re older now. The memories I have of when we drank before were always us sneaking bottles out of our parents’ liquor cabinets and avoiding the cops.
Times have changed, but we’re still intact… kind of.
I sigh, realizing that something is missing. We’re not complete. Especially since we all have our other halves. You could assume CeeCee would be mine, but it’s obvious she has Brandon as her other half, and Caiden was technically mine. He always had a place right under my skin, whether I wanted him there or not. He had that effect on me since we were kids. It’s a shame he’s being such a coward about—
“Well, I’ll be dammed,” I hear sputter from Brandon’s lips.
I look at him first, but all my friends are already staring at the door to the bar behind me. I’m terrified to turn around.
Brandon and the boys disperse with secret smiles back to the pool table, beers in hand.
I swallow my nerves. They must be looking at Caiden, right? What else would spark such drama?
I turn around slowly.
My eyes lock on to a guy—I’m almost not sure if it’s him—but my body knows. A vibrating hum starts in my gut and ripples like waves over the surface of my skin.
Caiden.
He walks into the bar with what seems like frantic determination. His eyebrows furrow, seeking out something, eyes darting from one side of the room to the other. My chest constricts, and I clench my fists while trying to fight for air. Five years has done him good, and I decide that maybe I should be mad at him for it. I hate that he fills out his jeans and his simple maroon thermal to near perfection. He drags his hands through his sandy-brown hair that’s been visibly kissed by the sun, and I know it’s only a matter of time until he finds what he’s looking for.
“Leave it to Caiden to say no and then do it anyway,” whispers CeeCee beside me.
I don’t think I’m supposed to hear her, but she’s right. It does sound like him. So much so that it makes his adult appearance a tiny bit more bearable.
CeeCee’s elbow jabs into my side, forcing me to look away.
“What?” I gasp.
She smiles. “You didn’t want me to talk about him before, but he’s taken, you know?”
“He’s what?”
CeeCee’s smile only grows. “But it doesn’t matter.”
I squint. So, this is how she’s going to get me to talk. “You’re right. It doesn’t. He can date whoever he wants.”
She rolls her eyes, realizing her plan to pry information has failed. She retaliates by swiftly walking back to the pool table without another word, leaving me out in the open like a defenseless gazelle. Damn her.
I think I need fresh air. I’m not running; I just need oxygen and space… and whatever. I take a large pull of liquor from my straw, slurping the last bit from beneath the ice, and set it down with a clank.
When I turn back around, Caiden is already standing there a mere five feet away. His eyes are still the color of lush trees in the middle of spring, and all I can do is stare.
He’s not smiling, but he’s not frowning either. Do I know this Caiden anymore?
He’s more like an actual man than I remember. His jaw is more pronounced, accentuating his striking features even under a layer of dark scruff.
His arms are crossed over his broad chest. I’d remember that chest; it’s not anywhere near the slimmer stature it was when we were eighteen. In the darkness, I can make out tattoos on his right arm peeking out from his long sleeve. The sight has my heart winding up like a propeller to a helicopter. The only thing I recognize are his eyes. With each second of silence, his eyes seem to chip away at me, like they always have. He’d win arguments by doing this exact thing. My lips twitch, and so do his, as if he remembers, too.
“Hi, Hailey,” he says in a dark-chocolate tone that I surely don’t remember, but my heart seems to as it jumps to my throat. “It’s been a while.”
I nod. He nods. We nod, like utter, complete strangers. It’s painful.
“I think I need another drink,” flies out of my mouth, and I move past him.
Alex Rosa lives in Los Angeles, California. By day she’s a Digital Marketing Manager and by night a writer of swoon-worthy books. With nearly ten years of writing experience, she has published five novels, including the Tryst Series with Intermix, Penguin Random House’s digital imprint.
She finds her home amongst words, whether it be in books or in film. A pop culture fanatic, cemetery creeper, and self-proclaimed nerd, she’s always following her favorite fandoms, the latest foodie finds, or picking her next city excursion or outdoor undertaking.
Her obsessions are on the brink of bizarre, but that’s just the way she likes it.
He prefers older, sophisticated women who know what they want. Or at least he did, until he begins to see his assistant in a different light.
But she’s done with her stupid crush on her boss. Done, done, done!
Finn Casella was always the shy, reticent one in the midst of the lively, outgoing Casella cousins. When he was young, he liked books and writing more than he liked people. Now a successful independent bookstore owner in the heart of New York City, he’s settling into his life and wants to get back to his unfinished novel.
Millie Morrison worked her way through a college degree in literature and a Masters’ Degree in business by supporting herself with her job in the bookstore. She’s generous and sensitive to her friends and customers. But each overture to her boss has been met with cool professionalism. Well, she’s overcome harder things in her life than unrequited love.
Can these two people, with more in common than they realize, forge something new out of his emotional baggage and her starry-eyed optimism? Some interesting plot twists will keep you guessing and rooting for them to make it—together.
Don’t miss all The Casella Cousins Books: Hayley, Seth, Finn, Alessia, Gideon and Ronan from the NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY bestselling author Kathryn Shay.
Finn Casella stood outside of Fitzgerald’s, located near the famous MacDougal/Bleeker Street where the likes of Jack Kerouac, W.H Auden, James Baldwin and Allen Ginsberg had once lived. The bookstore was his baby. His life for a long time. Maybe too long. Eight years ago, he’d rented a small storefront on the ground floor, then expanded when the store next to him became available. Now his business took up twice the space. He’d sunk a lot of his own cash and his inheritance into the store he now loved.
He took the time to appreciate the newly refurbished red brick of the façade which rose to the four floors above him. He moved to the larger window, decorated by his manager, Millie Morrison. This week they were featuring mystery authors in preparation for a book signing coming up soon. But…what was that in the corner? Hell, what had she done?
He walked inside. Finn didn’t storm in anywhere, except maybe that time when he decked his estranged brother Ronan.
At the cashier’s desk, he asked Judy Shannon, “Who put the flyer in the window?”
Judy raised her gaze from the computer and watched him through reading glasses. “I didn’t see one, but I don’t check it out regularly. Erin’s the one being trained by Millie to assist her.”
“Where is Millie?”
“In the back, working on the rare book collection.” Which was one of her jobs as manager of the store and hugely lucrative.
He found her at the computer. “Millie?”
She looked up, those pure chocolate eyes a bit annoyed. “Yes, Finn?”
“There’s a flyer in the front window, which I didn’t okay. I don’t want flyers in our displays.”
When she leaned back, her long braid fell across her shoulder. “You never okay the windows. But to answer the question, I put it there.”
“Why?”
“A new soup kitchen opened up on Broome Street and needs donations.”
“I can’t have you soliciting donations from our clientele.”
“Hungry people need help.”
“Not this way. Besides, the thing is so small, nobody will see it.”
“Thanks for the suggestion. I’ll make it more visible.”
She did this to him all the time. Misinterpreted what he said to get her own way. He pulled over a chair. “Millicent, what’s going on?”
“Uh-oh, the use of my real name.”
“I’m trying to have a serious conversation with you.”
An intense gaze narrowed on him. “It’s pretty serious that people on the streets of New York don’t have enough food to eat.”
“I know. And you know that we give sizable donations to food banks in the area every month.”
“Which I appreciate. However, hunger needs more attention to be eradicated.”
Much as he tried, he couldn’t figure this girl out. And she was a girl, even at twenty-six. “What brought this on?”
“What do you mean?”
“Why did you do this now?”
“I, um.” She glanced away. Her tell, when she didn’t want to answer a question. “I volunteered at the new soup kitchen.”
“You volunteer at one uptown, don’t you?”
“I’m surprised you remember.”
“Why another one?”
“None of your concern. In any case, the man heading the Broome Street one said we needed to get more monetary donations for the pantry.”
“You did this for a man?” If he sounded shocked, it was because she’d gone through men as disposable commodities in the eight years he’d known her.
Her laughter filled the office. Usually he liked the sweet sound of it. “Hardly. I did it for the hungry people in the Village.”
“Let’s compromise. Come up with a few other suggestions on how the store can help get more money for this new location. None should include the clientele coming into Fitzgerald’s.”
Her eyes ignited with anger. “God forbid somebody in need take precedence over sales.”
He pushed himself up out of the chair. “This conversation is over, Millie. I’m taking down the flyer.”
Quietly, she said, “So be it.” He knew that voice. It was the one she used whenever she was mad at him. Finn was an expert in reading women’s signals. He couldn’t have survived his upbringing with his mother, Bridget Sullivan, if he hadn’t.
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“One, two, three, four, five…Shit.” Counting to ten wasn’t working this time. She was really pissed at him.
Don’t let your feelings get in the way of helping people.
Her feelings for Finn had gotten in the way of everything up until eighteen months ago. But that was over now. Done! Done! Done!
Still, she had to give herself advice every day that she worked with him. Don’t piss him off. Don’t get too haughty. You need this job. And most important, do not let your attraction to him show. Men used that against you. But when she was with him in the office, his woodsy, outdoor scent filled the small space and he was hard to ignore.
Trying to let go of the issue until she calmed down, she went back to her favorite thing, the store’s rare book section, on the website. This was her creation when Finn decided she was old enough to take on a serious role here.
She’d been eighteen when she started working at Fitzgerald’s. She’d been a cleaner, a stocker, anything so she could be around books and make some money. In college, she majored in literature, then took two years to get a business degree. All the while she worked here. Eventually, she hoped to open her own store, but now, she was still saving money for a down payment on it. And she was still learning the rare book trade.
Two years ago, she’d applied for and gotten a grant given to women under forty to build up rare book collection. She’d poured cash and most of her time into Finn’s store.
At her bookstore flyers would be allowed in the windows.
Her phone buzzed. Glancing at where it lay on the desk, she didn’t recognize the number. “Millie Morrison.”
“Hi, Millie. This is Emerson Clark.” The manager of the soup kitchen she’d defended so vehemently to Finn. “I hope it’s okay to call you at work. I got your contact information from the volunteer sheet.”
“Sure. Is something wrong?”
“No, not at all. I was wondering if you could meet me for lunch somewhere between your work and the soup kitchen. I want to run some things by you. And, um, I’d like to get to know you better.”
Hmm, was he asking for a date?
“Sure. Where and when?”
This was fortuitous. Maybe Emerson could help her come up with some options for getting more funding.
Back at the computer, she clicked into a website of an elderly man in Utah who had collected books all of his long life and was selling some titles now. She discovered he put up two anthologies of Victorian poets, in perfect condition and signed, books she knew a patron of Fitzgerald’s would be interested in.
She phoned him and he gave her a definite yes. But since the books were over $5,000, she grabbed an authorization form from the drawer, scribbled down titles and added the seller’s information.
She went to the entry to the bookstore proper, and from the back, she surveyed the store. The interior of Fitzgerald’s was perfect. Since she’d worked here so long, she’d had a hand in its evolving décor.
In the remodel, he’d wanted the traditional books on each of the side walls. Between them she’d wanted S-curved shelving which she’d seen online. He balked at the shape, but liked her idea of moveable interior. When she drew out the floor plan, he saw that the curved front windows and the rounded endcaps, which he’d also picked out, would echo the S shape. So, he relented.
She remembered the two of them being here when they were installed and the fun they’d had over placement. Fun and some fights. Shaking off the reminiscence, she strode to the front and found Finn at a table in front of the right side of the store.
With one of his women. One of his older women. She recognized Sabrina Knight as the author of a very popular mystery series. She was a looker, too, with long blond hair, blue eyes and a Texas drawl. Fitzgerald’s was sponsoring a book signing for her over the weekend.
Millie crossed to them. Finn frowned. His eyes were so green sometimes they startled her. “Millie, is something wrong?”
“No. I’m sorry to disturb you two, but I want to buy some books that are over my limit. I need your approval. This is time sensitive.”
“Let me see.” He read the form. “Do you think you can sell these?”
“I called a customer. He said he would, but he’d have to see them first.”
“Then, go ahead.”
She was about to apologize for interrupting them, but didn’t. If she said she was sorry every time she did something to displease him, she’d be hoarse by the end of the day. Instead, she strode back to the office, bid on the books and received an acceptance in a half-hour. Then she phoned the customer for an appointment to come to the store later in the week.
At 11:30, she stood and went into the bathroom off the office. She carried a case. Once she closed the door, she untucked the red blouse so it fell over her black skirt and appraised herself in the mirror. She opened one button on top. Then she unbraided her hair and shook it out. She fluffed the locks out with her hands and it rippled down her back. She thought a lot about cutting it now that she was older, but she never quite got there. She smoothed on lipstick, then a bit of blush and was ready to go.
She called the front desk. “Hey, Judy, I’m taking lunch a bit early. I have a…meeting.”
“With who?”
“The guy from the soup kitchen I told you about. I’ll fill you in when I get back.”
“I’ll mark it down. See you soon.”
Millie exited through the back door of the store. And inhaled the early October air. She could breathe better outside, because in the store, Finn Casella seemed to suck up all the oxygen.
A NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY bestselling author, Kathryn Shay has been a lifelong writer and teacher. She has written dozens of self-published original romance titles, print books with the Berkley Publishing Group and Harlequin Enterprises and mainstream women’s fiction with Bold Strokes Books. She has won many awards for her work: five RT Book Reviews awards, the Bookseller’s Best Award, Foreword Magazine’s Book of the Year and several “Starred Reviews.” One of her firefighter books hit #20 on the NEW YORK TIMES list. Her novels have been serialized in COSMOPOLITAN magazine and featured in USA TODAY, THE WALL STREET JOURNAL and PEOPLE magazine. There are over ten million copies of her books in print and downloaded online. Reviewers have called her work “emotional and heart-wrenching.”
My life has sucked for as far back as I can remember. My folks didn’t want me so I was thrown into foster care. Let me just say lots of fun. NOT.
Then one day, my life took a dramatic change. My circumstances improved greatly. I met The Grimm Wolves MC and they took me under their wing. I became not only a prospect but also part of their brotherhood.
Now I’ve let my brothers down not once, but twice, in less than a month. What if I don’t belong with the club? Feeling the weight of life, how can I prove to the only family I have ever had that I’m worth the trouble? Or maybe the truth is I’m not reliable and useful after all? It all depends on how much of my failure The Grimm Wolves MC are willing to put up with by one of their newest prospects.
USA Today Bestselling author D. M. Earl spins stories about real life situations with characters that are authentic, genuine and sincere. Each story allows the characters to come to life with each turn of the page while they try to find their HEA through much drama and angst.
DM resides in Northwest Indiana with her husband and 8 fur babies. When not writing she loves to read, ride her Harley and garden. Also DM likes to spend time with her family and friends.
It is with great pleasure that New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal best-selling author Georgia Cates announces the option of The Beauty Series by Passionflix. We can’t wait to see Jack Henry and Laurelyn brought to life on screen.
About the Beauty Series: BEAUTY FROM PAIN: Aussie winemaker Jack McLachlan and American musician Laurelyn Prescott agree to a three month relationship while keeping their true identities secret.
BEAUTY FROM SURRENDER: A heartbroken Laurelyn Prescott returns to Nashville to pursue her music career and finds the success she’s always dreamed of. Jack Henry McLachlan spends three months searching for his beloved but their reunion doesn’t come easy. Will she be able to see beyond the glitz glamour and visualize a life that includes him?
BEAUTY FROM LOVE: Life for Jack Henry and Laurelyn is beautiful until their post-wedded bliss is cut short when his dark past springs into their present happiness. He wants to shelter Laurelyn but keeping her untainted by his previous life proves impossible when yesterday’s sins insist on returning to haunt him. Will it be possible for them to find happiness in their forever with a past like his?
About the Author: Georgia resides in rural Mississippi with her wonderful husband, Jeff, and their two beautiful daughters. She spent fourteen years as a labor and delivery nurse before she decided to pursue her dream of becoming an author and hasn’t looked back yet.
When she’s not writing, she’s thinking about writing. When she’s being domestic, she’s listening to her music and visualizing scenes for her current work in progress. Every story coming from her always has a song to inspire it.
Raw, scorned, and finally free from my disastrous marriage, I flee the lies, humiliation, and manipulation of my old life like a bat out of hell, leaving it all in my rearview mirror.
Seduced by the sunny, diverse, laid-back Denver, Colorado, I settle in and set up a new life.
New job. New house. New friends… Freedom.
The idea was to start over. Fresh. Anew. But I didn’t anticipate starting over with my twenty-year-old student.
Nero Gunnar might be twelve years my junior, but he’s the manliest man I’ve ever met. He has his sights set on me and he’s not letting up.
It’s wrong. Forbidden. A disaster waiting to happen.
But sinful wrongs have never tasted so, so sweet.
PLEASE NOTE: This is not a dark romance. This is not an erotica. The Biker and the Professor is a sexy, unconventional contemporary romance novella at approximately 43k words. Written in first-person present tense. Contains mature content.
S. Ann Cole is an exaggerator, a laugher, sometimes overly chatty, sometimes overly shy. She’s afraid of cats, dogs, snakes—heck, she’s only tolerable to gold fishes in a tank.
She hates fireworks, schmaltz and arrogance.
She loves carbs, full moons and humility.
She lives nowhere and everywhere.
Jokey people are her favorite people to be around, as laughter is the way to her heart.
When Ann’s not abusing her computer keyboard, you can find her nosing a novel, watching anything on television that makes her laugh until she breaks into hiccups (loves Disney, TBS, and Impractical Jokers!) studying the Bible, or sipping red wine.
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Inspired by K. Bromberg’s Driven series, each author wrote their own story to fit in the world. We hope you’ll fall in love with their new stories and characters while revisiting Colton, Rylee, and the gang from mine.
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Can you ever truly escape your past?
