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Big Shot by Kat Mizera is available now!
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The Princess peers up at me. “Are you going to give me a movie screen kiss or not?”
Hell yes, I am.
If caution is a yellow flag, I fling it out of sight. I clasp the back of her head, threading my fingers through her hair. I pull her to me roughly until our bodies are flush together fully along their length.
I bend down and don’t wait for her to come to me. I pull her face to mine, delving instantly into her mouth. She opens in surprise as my tongue licks against hers. She’s warm honey and peppermint, yielding and soft.
After a moment, her body molds into mine. Her tongue comes for me, and her pulse flutters beneath my thumb at her throat. She lets out a sound and presses her pelvis against me.
With only a few inches between our heights, she lands where her body instinctively knows where to aim. I respond instantly, stiffening between us.
She pulls her face from mine, her eyes big as she looks up at me. “Is that…”
I want to grab her hips and grind into her. I’m fiercely in need. But I control myself. “It is.”
“What do I do with it?”
Oh, I could tell her.
She goes on. “Should I pretend it isn’t happening? It didn’t when I danced with that random guy. How often does it happen?”
I draw in a ragged breath. Her innocence is shocking, delectable. I want to break it wide open, right here, against a brick wall, pounding her until we both disintegrate into nothing.
Down, boy.
“You don’t have to talk about it. A guy knows it’s happening. It’s natural. Part of the process.”
“Already? Just from kissing? I thought we had to be naked. And ready to do that thing!”
“It can happen anytime.”
Her eyes go even wider. “Like at dinner? Or while driving a car?” She draws in a sharp breath. “Around your grandma?”
Okay, with that thought, I no longer have a problem. I let out a breath. “Probably not around a grandma. It’s a stage in the process. It’s not as obvious in women as men.”
“Is it happening to me?” She glances down at her jeans as if she might produce an erection or some other obvious sign. “Wait. Is that what they call a lady boner?”
I can’t stop myself from laughing. “Sort of. But not literally. You don’t have an outward sign.”
“What is my sign?”
Jesus. “A dampness. It’s called getting wet.”
“I’ve heard that phrase. They mean down there!”
“Yes.”
“It’s not pee, is it?”


𝙇𝙖𝙪𝙧𝙖
𝘔𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦.
𝘐’𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭—𝘯𝘰 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘯𝘰 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴. 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘦.
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘡𝘢𝘤𝘩.
𝘡𝘢𝘤𝘩, 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘵𝘴.
𝘡𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘰’𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱. 𝘚𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘦.
𝘖𝘳 𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱. 𝘉𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘪𝘮.
𝘉𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥.
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦’𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘨𝘰 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴?
𝙕𝙖𝙘𝙝
𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘐 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦, 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘐 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘸 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘮 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧.
𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱.
𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘦. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘓𝘢𝘶𝘳𝘢.
𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘣𝘺𝘦.
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘮 𝘪𝘴…𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦.
𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳.
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘳?



Something in what I said triggered him and he pulled back. “No, I’m sorry.” Zach gripped my hips, lifted me as if I weighed nothing and placed me gently on the bed.
“I can’t.” He sat up and kissed my cheek, so soft it almost hurt. “I’d feel like a tool for doing it. We’ll have other days.”
I crossed my arms over my body, suddenly very self-conscious.
“Hey.” Zach cupped my cheeks, encouraging me not to hide but look at him. His lips curved up in a kind smile. “You felt me just now, so you know how bad I have it for you. But if we fucked, you’d always have that doubt. You’d always question my honesty, and I won’t ever make you feel used like this.”
His earnestness made my heart expand and strain against my chest. Zach acted like a real friend and it meant something to me. It meant a lot.
Zach’s warm words and reassurance allowed me to relax. I became limp, sagging into the mattress as he covered my naked body, pulling the blanket up to my shoulders.
“What’s funny?” he asked when I chuckled.
“You, protecting my modesty.”
His smile widened, and he kissed my cheek ever so softly that I barely registered it. A second later, he was next to the door.
“You’re not staying?”
“If I did, I can’t promise you there’d be no sleeping. I’ll see you, Tulip.”
As soon as I heard him closing the door behind him and turning the lock, my eyelids draped over my eyes like a silk veil, smooth and soft. It didn’t take long for the peaceful sleep to arrive, when I was surrounded by the comfort of having another person in the world who cared about me.
Shani Haim has been a romantic at heart for as long as she can remember.
One of her greatest passions has always been reading, and she devoured anything that swept her away to faraway places.
From reading she made the transition to writing, falling in love with her flawed, broken and full of soul characters one happily-ever-after at a time.
When she’s not swooning over book boyfriends, she’s practicing yoga, drinking unhealthy amount of coffee, or watching Netflix with her husband in their Tel Aviv home.




“Fangs?” she asked.
I tucked her in and smoothed her damp hair away from her forehead. “What’s up?”
She reached up for me. “Will you sit with me until I go back to sleep?”
I took her hand and perched on the edge of the bed. “Sure. I’ll be right here.”
“Thank you.”
It came out almost like a whisper, yet the gratitude within those two words struck my heart hard. She had been such a trooper, such a strong woman in the face of such carnage, and I wondered what all she had endured in her life to help her get to that point. I mean, she hadn’t once mentioned her parents. Were they even in the picture?
The idea that she was alone in life hurt. And it caused me to shuffle myself beneath the covers just so I could hold her. Just so I could be there. Just so I could show her that she wasn’t alone, not as long as she was with me.
Savannah Rylan is a romance writer that spends most of her time writing and reading with her cat, Gris. When not writing about sexy bikers and the women that love them, you can find her on the beach with a drink in her hand or at the gym testing out some strange new position. Yoga, obviously. She lives in Southern California with her husband and Gris, the true love of her life.
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Toes in the sand. Umbrella cocktails. Shirtless hot boys. One fleeting summer. Will your heart survive? It’s about to heat up in here…









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After a terrible experience, I decided to move back home and help my family run our ranch. I’ve always been a cowgirl at heart, and this is where I belong.
When I start a side job as an architect, Canaan and I get closer. The guy I’ve known most of my life is suddenly luring me in with his playful charm.
He wants to compete against the book boyfriends I read about, and between terrible jokes and his kind heart, I fall for him. But then we’re threatened to become a pile of faded memories.
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Fabiola Francisco loves the simplicity—and kick—of scotch on the rocks. She follows Hemingway’s philosophy—write drunk, edit sober. She writes women’s fiction and contemporary romance, dipping her pen into new adult and young adult. Her moods guide her writing, taking her anywhere from sassy and sexy romances to dark and emotion-filled love stories.
Writing has always been a part of her life, penning her own life struggles as a form of therapy through poetry. She still stays true to her first love, poems, while weaving longer stories with strong heroines and honest heroes. She aims to get readers thinking about life and love while experiencing her characters’ journeys.
She is continuously creating stories as she daydreams. Her other loves are country music, exploring the outdoors, and reading.
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I never expected to see my favorite rock band standing in the office of my high school getting their schedules. Kids my age aren’t known for touring the world and making music for the masses, but Somnolence is.


Then Raiden starts.
It all started with a glance
I knew you were everything.
The warnings and threats
Didn’t mean a thing.
I hid my eyes and hid my fangs
I wouldn’t watch you bleed.
I’ll take this love to the grave
You’re all that I need.
Raiden holds out his hand to me and waves me to him.
I’ll take you once
I’ll have you twice
Or it will be every fucking time
That I have you on your back
Or just in my mind.
These aren’t just my memories
That choke me, I can’t breathe.
Then Raiden sings and Trace screams the next line together and Vivi, Lizzy and I swoon.
I’m begging you, please don’t ever leave.
When the song is over, I run up to a sweat dripping Raiden and throw my arms around him. “I love you!”
“I love you too, Lilac,” he says, catching his breath.
“Want a drink?”
“A water would be good.” He combs his damp hair back, and I kiss his lips.
“I’ll be right back!” I run into the kitchen, grab some water and pour a shot of tequila, putting the salt shaker between my cleavage and grabbing a lime wedge to put it in my mouth. I scamper out to where he’s talking to Bane. He turns to me, his eyebrows raise and he grins.
“Well, well, well. Looks like I’m doing a shot too?” He bends down and licks my neck and sprinkles some salt on it. Then takes the shot and tips it back, licking the salted part of me and biting the lime still in my mouth. He pulls it out and drops it on the floor before he moves back. “Mmmm, delicious.”
“Yeah, princess. But next time, if you don’t have enough to share with the class, don’t bring just one” Bane teases, looking at my mouth.
I look back at him scandalized. “Bane! Inappropriate!”
Raiden laughs.
Because it’s my night, we get to do anything I want, which to Jumper’s disappointment, isn’t truth or dare. We all gather on the couches to watch movies.
“It’s my birthday, my choice!” I reiterate.
Trace sights. “I’m just sayin’. Scary faces at night are a bad idea.”




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The first time I saw him, I knew I’d never want another man the way I wanted him.
The second time, I drank a bottle of his most expensive cognac, which I’d never be able to afford on my own.
And the third time… well, he caught me stealing from him.
Stealing from the head of the Irish Mafia wasn’t smart. But then I never claimed to be.
Now I owed him a debt… a big one. And it couldn’t be settled with money, or favors.
He only wanted one thing…
Me. Submitting to his darkest demands. Once the debt is settled he’ll let me go.
Except he is forbidden to me. Because if I were smart… I’d figure out another way to repay my best friend’s father.



‘I never saw this coming! This story has all the twists and turns that you come to expect reading a Lagomarsino book! Rose and James have amazing chemistry!! I loved this story!’ ~★★★★★ Goodreads Review


“James,” my father barked, causing me to grit my teeth. I never once knew him to speak to me in a kind voice. Everything about him was abrasive and set me on edge.
Knowing I had to acknowledge him at some point, I turned and took off my wool coat, handing it to my father’s butler, Thomas. Composing myself, I followed the sound of his voice to his study where he already had a cigar lit as he looked through some documents.
“Yes?”
“John Wallace will be here soon. I need you to look after him for me.”
I gritted my teeth, knowing what was coming. “Sure.”
His eyes met mine in a hostile way that would have scared any board member, but I was used to him. “Not sure. Before Michael’s death, Wallace and I were on the verge of merging our companies. We would be the largest corporation on the east coast!” he said, slapping his hand down on his desk.
“You can still have that.”
“You know the stipulations of merging our companies.”
I did, and my brother had readily agreed. It was a gentleman’s game, one in which the merging of companies was sealed with a marriage. It didn’t make sense. Those old fashioned values, the days where a handshake was as good as your word were long over. Any deal could be made now under the right conditions without having to sacrifice your happiness.
“I’m not marrying his daughter.”
“Kimberley is a very nice woman.”
I rolled my eyes at his description. The last time I had seen her, she was meek and boring. Not to mention, her looks left a lot to be desired. Her dirty blonde hair was always a frizzy mess, and the freckles sprinkled over her nose made me think of Orphan Annie. I wasn’t the type of man to judge a woman solely on looks, but I did think there had to be an element of attraction. But above all that, I wanted to like being in the company of my wife. An arranged marriage wasn’t at all a guarantee of happiness.
“She may be nice, but I will not be forced into marriage. I’m not Michael.”
He scoffed at that, his disappointment in me obvious. “I’m well aware that you are not your brother. You prove it to me every day you defy me.”
“And you thought the day of his funeral was the perfect time to bring this up? You can’t even let us mourn him before you shove me off on his fiancé?”
“Business never sleeps. If we don’t move on this now, he’ll make a deal with the Connelly Group. That family is ruthless. If he makes a deal with them, we’ll never expand the way we need to. Is that what you want, for our company to limp along?”
I found it funny that he thought the Connellys were ruthless, when he was planning my marriage on the day of my brother’s funeral. My father was one of the most hated businessmen in the city. People despised working with him because of how unforgiving he could be in a business deal. For that reason alone, I wanted nothing to do with the company.
“I will not marry her,” I said forcefully, my fists clenching hard as I stared him down.
He stood from his desk, buttoning his suit jacket as he walked around to confront me. “It’s a requirement for you to take your place as CEO.”
I huffed out a laugh at that. “We both know I won’t be CEO. You will run the company until you’re dead.”
“But the board needs a fresh face, which is why I was voted out in place of your brother. But make no mistake, the company is run by me.”
“I’m aware of that.”
“Then you know you need my approval to take over.”
“I’m not looking for your approval. This isn’t the life I want. I will never run this company,” I said, turning for the door.
“Then they’ll vote in Jerry Wright.”


A blink of an eye. That’s all it took for her life to change forever. After two years, Marcie Faraday still doesn’t believe the crash that took her family was an accident. She is determined to find the answers, even if the truth puts her in danger.

Mary lives in Magna, a little town west of Salt Lake City, Utah. Together with her husband, she has six grown children, six wonderful grandsons, and five beautiful granddaughters. She loves to spend time with family and friends–she includes good books as friends!