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Release Tour ~ I Like Big Dukes and I Cannot Lie Anthology

From the delightfully debonair to the devilishly dangerous, every one of these dashing
dukes can’t help but command your attention. They’re haughty, they’re naughty, and their
estates are large enough to lose a spouse in. But beneath their stony aristocratic exteriors, beat
hearts ready for passion… and the right touch of scandal. Fans of Merry Farmer and Scarlett
Scott will devour the I LIKE BIG DUKES AND I CANNOT LIE anthology full of enemies and
friends to lovers, marriages of convenience, and forced proximities.

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From the delightfully debonair to the devilishly dangerous,
these dashing dukes can’t help but command your attention. And let’s not forget the real stars
here—the dazzling, damsel-not-in-distress heroines who don’t need a title to rule. These are
ladies of wit, grit, and not a little bit of mischief.

Every one of these novellas has a duke for its leading
man. They’re haughty, they’re naughty, and they’ve got estates large enough to lose a spouse
in. But beneath their stony aristocratic exteriors, beat hearts ready for passion… and the right
touch of scandal.

Dive into the pages of “I Like Big Dukes and I Cannot
Lie,” where the tea is strong, the dukes are stronger, and the heroines are an irresistible force of
nature. After all, you know what they say— the duke-ier, the merrier!

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Estela knew she oughtn’t to mention what had passed between
Lord Rockley and herself, but the substance of his ‘problem’ was too tantalizing not to allude
to.

“To be frank, it’s a bedroom matter, and the duke
asked if I might have advice to offer, to aid him, so to speak—having been married so many
times myself.”

Oona’s hand flew to her mouth. “He has a terrible
disease! And it’s on his piddle-paddle! The poor man! Has he pustules? Are they very
bad?”

Margaret looked similarly horrified. “Is it a wilting
walloper? His mighty oak is more of a weeping willow?”

Estela shook her head, barely suppressing her
laughter. “No pustules, and no withered wallopers—at least as far as I know. From what I gather,
the…um…artefact in question is in full working order.”

“Then whatever is the problem?” Oona’s brow
furrowed as she searched her mind for other possible ailments. “Don’t tell me he’s blighted with
a teensy tiddler! A plunger too puny to perform the job. A miniature maypole. A Lilliputian
holy-poker. A diminutive dingle-dongle. It’s too tragic!”

“Dear me. That is disappointing.” Margaret’s shoulders
slumped.

“I can assure you, that’s not the problem.” Estela bit at
her lip. Of course, she hadn’t yet seen it, but she’d gained some idea of the duke’s proportions
purely from the swell at the front of his trousers during their tête-à-tête.

“Then it must be his nuggins!” Oona fairly shouted the
word, causing several heads to swivel in their direction. “They do vary in size, so I’ve heard, but
even the most modest nutmegs are capable of spawning offspring.”

“Oh yes, that’s far less distressing, although still
unfortunate, I suppose.” Margaret looked thoughtful again. “Men can be quite sensitive
regarding their pibbles. He wanted you to take a look, I suppose, to hearten him that he wasn’t
too much below par.”

“Not exactly. Lord Rockley is actually possessed of
something…bigger than one finds in the general way. Much larger in fact. One might say, an
asset of generous proportions.” Estela was enjoying this far more than she ought to. “As a
result, he fears consummation will be impossible. He sought my advice but, when it came down
to it, he proved too coy.”

An astounded silence ensued. Oona’s mouth dropped
open slightly. Margaret’s eyes doubled in size.

The hush was broken by the arrival of the man in
question, closely followed the waiter, carrying a silver platter laden with unarguably
phallic-looking cannoli.

“Awe-inspiring are they not?” Lord Rockley looked
from face to face, clearly under the impression that the pastries had produced the stunned
expressions worn by Oona and Margaret.

“They most certainly are.” With the aid of the tongs,
Estela helped herself to the uppermost of the pile, setting it upon her plate. She then raised the
cannoli and bit down upon it with a murmur of approval.

A liberal amount of filling escaped the confines of the
roll, so that she was obliged to lick it from the corners of her mouth.

“Most delicious, Lord Rockley.” Saucily, she dipped her tongue to the center, and gave him a
wink.

About The Authors

Stacy Reid – USA Today Bestselling author Stacy Reid
pens evocative Historical and Paranormal Romances, boasting a portfolio of over thirty
publications. Her bestselling Sinful
Wallflowers series is set to grace the small screen,
having been optioned for television, while her Wedded by Scandal series garners
accolades as top recommendations from Night Owl Reviews, Publishers Weekly, and The
Romance Reviews. Stacy’s warrior way is, “Never give up on dreams!” When not writing, she
binge-watches Chinese Romance Dramas and play video games alongside her
beloved.

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Emmanuelle de Maupassant – Em lives in a medieval
tower house in the Highlands with her husband (maker of tea and fruit cake) and her
snufflesnoof, Archie, her favourite hairy pudding connoisseur of squeaky toys and bacon treats.

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Amy Rose Bennett – An Australian author who has a passion for penning emotion-packed historical romances.
Of course, her strong-willed heroines and rakish heroes always find their happily ever after.

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Clair Brett – Author of 9 Historical romances, including
the Improper Wives for Proper Lords series, Clair Brett lives in NH with her ever emptying nest
which includes her children when they come to visit, two cats, one willful boxer/beagle, a mean
Pitbull mix that will lick you to death and run into her kennel when you speak loudly, and a red
shepherd grand dog who came to visit and never left. Plus an ever harassed husband who
takes it all in stride. A lover of all things Regency, Clair was hooked when she first read Jane
Austen. She is a firm believer that a reader finds a piece of who they are or learns something
about the world with every book they read. She wants her readers to be empowered and to
have a refreshed belief in the goodness of people and the power of love after reading her
work.

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Eve Pendle – Eve lives in Britain and writes angsty,
snarky and passionate romance. Her love of reading historical romance eventually morphed into
wanting to write her own.

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Tamara Gill – AKA Tam, an Australian author of historical and time travel romance. You’ll find all the
purchase links to my published books here, contests that I’m running, links to my Hellions street
team that I share with one other amazing historical author! You can also contact me through the
contact form on the website if you have any questions about my books or when more of my
books will be releasing. I also have a newsletter that I send out bi-monthly that you can
subscribe to. I always feature news and great sales or new release deals in my newsletter, so
make sure you subscribe! So grab a coffee or wine, take a seat and browse. You may find your
next best read.

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Annabelle Anders – Married to the same man for over
25 years, I am a mother to three children and two Miniature Wiener dogs. After owning a
business and experiencing considerable success, my husband and I got caught in the financial
crisis and lost everything in 2008; our business, our home, even our car. At this point, I put my
B.A. in Poly Sci to use and took work as a waitress and bartender (Insert irony). Unwilling to
give up on a professional life, I simultaneously went back to college and obtained a degree in
Energy Management. And then the energy market dropped off. And then my dog died. I can
only be grateful for this series of unfortunate events, for, with nothing to lose and completely
demoralized, I sat down and began to write the romance novels which had until then, existed
only my imagination. After publishing over thirty novels now, with one having been nominated
for RWA’s Distinguished ™RITA Award in 2019, I am happy to tell you that I have finally found
my place in life.

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Carrie Lomax – Bestselling author of steamy historical
& contemporary romance. She also writes angsty new adult fantasy romance under the
pen name Joline Pearce. A research librarian by day, she loves to escape into rich imaginary
worlds full of adventure, romance, and passion. Her novella Twelve Nights of Ruin was an
InD’tale RONE Award finalist for the anthology Once Upon a Twelfth Night. Carrie lives in
Maryland with her husband, two budding readers, and an adorable Boston Terrier/Beagle mix
rescue pup.

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Lily Reynard is an international woman of mystery
spotted in locations as wide-ranging as San Francisco, Paris, Madrid, Istanbul, and Tokyo.
When friends and family inquire about her globe-trotting adventures, she smiles mysteriously
and makes vague references to being an “IT professional.” While writing, Lily uses her history
degree in ways that would make her professors blush, if they only knew!

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Cinders – author of the steamy fairy tale
retellings, Dark Fairy Tales featuring Scarecrow, is a USA Today Bestselling author, and mother
of two. With over fifty titles, S. Cinders writes in a myriad of genres from historical romance,
fractured fairy tales, contemporary, fantasy, science fiction, paranormal romance, and urban
fantasy romance.

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Caroline Lee – As the USA Today Bestselling author of
#HotHilariousHistorical, Caroline writes historical comedies, and believes it’s important for her
heroines to be strong, capable and more than a little feisty. If you love to laugh, pick up any of
her stories–all of them with plenty of spice! Her medieval Scottish books are action-packed, and
her Victorians (featuring the descendants of those same delicious Highlanders) are hilarious!

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Alyssa Clarke – he writes steamy Regency Historical Romances featuring swoon-worthy heroes and
sassy, sometimes unconventional heroines! Her debut novel—Love me, If you Dare: Wagers
and Wallflowers, came to her in a dream as a hot, fun enemy to lover romance where she
played the leading lady who fell in love with a duke who looked remarkably like Henry Cavill.
😊When not
writing, Alyssa enjoys hiking, games/movie night, with her husband and two beautiful children,
and her Siberian Husky—Cronus. She is a lover of wine, cheesecake, and more wine.

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Laura Trentham – I was born and raised in a small town
in Northwest Tennessee. Although, I loved English and reading in high school, I was convinced
an English degree equated to starvation! So, I chose the next most logical major – Chemical
Engineering- and worked in a hard hat and steel toed boots for several years. Now I live in
South Carolina with my husband and two children. In between school and homework and
soccer practices, I love to get lost in another world, whether it’s Regency England or small town
Alabama.

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Sky Purington – is the award-winning, 4-time RONE
nominee, bestselling author of over seventy novels and novellas. A New Englander born and
bred who recently moved to Virginia, Purington married her hero and has an amazing son who
inspires her daily. Her wolf pack, one ultra-lovable husky shepherd mix, and two Siberian
huskies, rarely leave her side. Passionate for variety, Sky’s vivid imagination spans several
romance genres, including historical, time travel, paranormal, and fantasy. Expect steamy
stories teeming with protective alpha heroes and strong-minded heroines.

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Mariah Stone -Amazon Top 100 bestselling author
Mariah Stone pens historical and time travel romance featuring regency dukes, tenacious
Vikings, and fierce Highlanders, all captivated by strong-willed women. In her downtime, Mariah
raises two adorable kids and enjoys romantic North Sea escapes with her husband. A
multilingual Outlander and Bridgerton fan, she relishes sushi, Thai food, and runs a local writer’s
group.
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Ellie St. Claire – Ellie has always loved reading, writing,
and history. For many years she has written short stories, non-fiction, and has worked on her
true love and passion — romance novels. In every era there is the chance for romance, and Ellie
enjoys exploring many different time periods, cultures, and geographic locations. No matter
when or where, love can always prevail. She has a particular soft spot for the bad boys of
history, and loves a strong heroine in her stories. Ellie and her husband love nothing more than
spending time at home with their children and Husky cross. Ellie can typically be found at the
lake in the summer, pushing the stroller all year round, and, of course, with her computer in her
lap or a book in hand. She also loves corresponding with readers, so be sure to contact
her!
Social Link: Website

Beverley Oakley – writes Regency, Victorian and
Georgian-set romances laced with mystery and intrigue. Under her other names – Beverley Eikli
and B.G. Nettelton – she also writes Africa-set romantic suspense. Born in the mountain
kingdom of Lesotho, she married the handsome bush pilot she met in Botswana while managing
a safari lodge and has spent the rest of her life as a ‘trailing spouse’ doing what she loves most:
writing books from sweet to steamy; and from humorous to historical romantic
suspense.
Social Link: Facebook

Ebony Oaten – loves reading and writing about the
Regency and other historical eras. She has always loved history, but hates living through it.
Ebony also writes Young Adult novels as Ebony McKenna.
Socail Link: Website

Amy Quinton – writes humorous historicals with heat,
often from her back porch in Summerville, South Carolina but sometimes with her BFF at the
kitchen table. And only when her dog and three cats allow. She’s susceptible to shiny things,
soft things, leather, trips to the thrift store, Whisky, tattoos, witchy things, Bunco with her
Bitches, and men in kilts (particularly her husband)-but not necessarily in that order. She adores
her children (most of the time), finds a lot of humor being married to a Brit (usually), cusses
(probably more than she should), and loves to read and write romance (always). When she
finds the time, she loves to crochet, knit, and make jewelry. And longs to travel to the UK every
chance she gets.
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Release Tour ~ Lady Venom Takes a Mistress ~ by ~ Kat Blackthorne

When Poesy Laroche was sold to the highest bidder, she found herself desperate to change her fate and disappears into the woods no one dares to speak of. The screams that come at night become only whispers of stories about the mysterious Lady Venom, whose manor is filled with snakes and horrors. And when Poesy gets lost within her maze, Lady Venom claims her as her own mistress, with no hope of escape. Fans of dark sapphic romances will devour Lady Venom Takes a Mistress by Kat Blackthorne, a spicy gothic twist on Medusa and Beauty and the Beast.

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To be bid on was to be bought as a wife. To the winning bidder his prize, a maid, a servant, a child-bearer. That would be Poesy Laroche’s life, she realized, as she walked down the aisle to her future husband. He’d promised to break her into submission, and she knew his words were true.

In an act of desperation, she takes the reins of her fate and dives into the woods we don’t speak of. The screams that come at night become only whispers of stories about the mysterious Lady Venom. Her manor is filled with snakes and horrors. And when Poesy gets lost within her maze, Lady Venom claims her as her own mistress, with no hope of escape.

Poesy is locked into a haunted estate where the flowers watch, the ghosts whisper while the snakes slither, and everyone knows the deadliest of them all is their Lady that rules them.

But there are secrets to uncover both within the eerie walls and in the riddles atop Lady’s Venom’s forked tongue as she incites more danger and pleasure than Poesy ever thought possible.

But will it be enough to keep Poesy from her fate? Or will the hidden truths prove more fateful than a serpent’s bite?

Lady Venom is a haunted, spooky, lesbian romance with lethal women and gothic magic. It’s a twist on both Medusa and Beauty and the Beast and features femme dom and captive tropes with off the charts spice. This story is set in The Halloween Boys universe with crossover of lore, but you do not need to read The Halloween Boys before enjoying Lady Venom Takes a Mistress.

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After she took a seat across from me, I downed my greens and potatoes before forking the meat. “Is this… is this bodies of the men you’ve killed?”

Venom raised her dark brows before placing a delicate hand to her chest and letting out a melodic laugh that sprang a smile to my own face. To see her laugh, to be the cause of that laughter…

“Men would taste disgusting.” She took a sip of her wine, still chuckling. “Could you imagine? No, bellflower. That is duck. However, I wouldn’t mind a taste of you.”

Almost choking on my buttery bite, I washed it down with the fruit forward red beverage. Was this all a ploy to fatten me up and… eat me? And why did that idea send jolts of lightning to the spot between my thighs?

But before I could entertain a response better than the one I’d offered earlier, I yelped, almost spilling my drink. A striped red and yellow snake was slithering down the table runner. “Why so many snakes?” I whined, inching back in my seat. “They’re so terrifying. Truly, I hate them.” My breathing quickened as I spotted more that I hadn’t noticed as one slid down the piano keys, bringing about a brash and eerie sound.

Lady Venom stroked a gentle finger over the striped serpent as it made its way down the table’s leg. “Yes. Such a shame you didn’t wander into Lady Bunny’s den. Alas, here we are. The snakes are extensions of me, in a sense. They feed off my mood. So they won’t harm you. Unless you make me mad, that is.”

“Oh, devils. I’m sure I’ll eventually make you mad. Will you tell them not to bite me at least?” I begged. Though, despite my fear, my smile hadn’t faded.

“Mm, but what about me? What if I want to bite you? It’s me or the snakes.” She swirled her wine seductively and pushed her chair out but didn’t stand. “Come here, Poesy.”

My body froze and ignited at the sound of her command. “You said you don’t bite,” I murmured weakly. Praying I could still remember how to stand, how to walk, I did as I was told. When I was within reach, she took my hands again and stood me in front of her as she sat like a queen on the throne. She gave my body a slow appraisal, her gaze sweeping to my feet and then ascending, pausing around my middle, my breasts, and resting on my eyes. My heart pounded in my chest as I awaited her every word and graceful movement.

“Do you know what it means to be a mistress?” she asked, her voice huskier than before.

I swallowed, suddenly feeling warm and tingly all over, fighting the urge to lean into her. “No,” I admitted.

She stood then but pulled my palms toward her so my breasts collided with hers and our noses touched. Her breath was sweet as she spoke to the torrent of want raging inside me. “It means you will do, and be, anything I require. It means that I own you, your body. Your every desire and pleasure are mine.”

“Yes,” I whispered breathlessly.

“Good girl,” she answered before lightly skimming my lips with hers. “Take this off,” she ordered, spinning me around and unzipping the back of my dress.

About Kat Blackthorne

Kat Blackthorne is a bestselling author of haunting romance. She writes passion, characters, and worlds that linger past the last page. Her tales embrace cozy darkness with magical and spooky twists. Catnip for her is banter, begging, challenging norms, and beings who worship their women.

Kat lives somewhere deep in the mountains in a witch’s cottage with her talking feline. She has a collection of quotes and character names a mile long, her favorite holiday is Halloween, and her favorite book is whatever she read last.

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Release Tour ~ Buried Roots ~ by ~ Terra Weiss

I might have found my own grave. Or not, but I don’t have time to figure it out because my sexy neighbor, Owen, is helping me restore an inherited historic estate. But the more we dig, the more my disturbing buried roots surface. I have to confront that grave… and my bombshell family secret. Readers who love Catherine Cowles, Colleen Hoover, and Nora Roberts will fall head-over-heels for Buried Roots by Terra Weiss, a steamy, small town, heroine in danger, cinnamon roll hero, forced proximity romantic comedy mystery.

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I might’ve found my own grave. Or not, but I don’t have time to figure it out. A perfect stranger willed me his neglected fifty-acre farm, and now, this New Yorker has two weeks to get it sell-ready. With a business to run, I can’t stay in this boondock town a second longer. But I’ve got it handled—even after a series of suspicious property mishaps. Even after the threatening notes. My veterinarian neighbor Owen Brooks shows up with a sledgehammer, a wicked sexy smile, and Demon, his appropriately named foster bulldog. But after losing my family, I only rely on myself. That doesn’t stop Owen and the town of Violet Moon from showing up for me. Maybe family isn’t just blood. Owen and I can’t deny our magnetic connection as we restore the historic estate. But the more we dig, the more my disturbing buried roots surface. I have to confront that grave… and my bombshell family secret.

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Owen keeps showing up for me, something I didn’t know just how much I needed until now. I move my hand down to Owen’s and take it. His skin is warm, and I feel the roughness of his palm against mine. His fingers are long, but his grip is gentle. I pull Owen in for another kiss, our mouths moving in synchrony. I’m trying to stay away—to protect my heart and his—but it feels almost impossible when I get lost in those eyes of his, part ocean, part storm cloud. I’m starting to think we’re two magnets incapable of getting close without drawing together. We stand, just holding each other. The sun shining through the sky window warms my face, and I close my eyes, taking in the moment. When I open them, Owen has an expression that I’ve never seen before. His lips are slightly parted, his eyes almost mesmerized as he looks at me, like I’m the only one he sees. He moves his hands up my arms and to my shoulders, bringing his lips up to my ear. His breath tickles as he whispers, “You deserve to know your roots. You deserve everything.” His words fill a hole deep within me, and I turn and face him, just a breath away. When our mouths catch, his lips move slowly, gently, and calmness washes over me. I forget who I am, or who I might be, and how I don’t belong. How Owen lives here, and how I live somewhere else entirely. His kiss deepens with more intensity and intention, and I take in every morsel of it. The mint on his breath, the silk of his lips, the scent of the air when he’s nearby. My grip tightens around him when I realize that this is where I belong.

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About Terra Weiss

Terra Weiss is a romcom author with a knack for witty banter and gift for capturing authentic family dynamics. Readers love how her stories steer away from typical romcom cookie-cutter formulas and show how real-life people find real-life love. When Terra’s not spilling the tea on what happens in the big and small towns that live in her heart, you’ll find her with her spunky daughter, mad scientist husband, wacky and wonderful mother, and the two six-pound dogs that run her house. She enjoys jogging at a snail’s pace, reading from her iPhone, and piling bright orange mountains of squeezy cheese on her crackers.

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Release Tour ~ Duke in Shining Armor ~ by ~ Hayleigh Mills

Lady Catherine Davenport never planned to be a damsel in distress, while Lord James Hastings, Duke of Pembroke, enjoyed the pleasures of any man with no intention of considering marriage. When a twist of fate brings them together, he unexpectedly becomes her savior, yet a threat to her at the same time. Fans of Alyssa Clarke, Stacy Reid, and Tamara Gill will swoon for Duke in Shining Armor by Hayleigh Mills, an Open Door, Opposites Attract, Historical Victorian Romance.

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Far from a helpless maiden, Lady Catherine Davenport had her wits and a trusty derringer pistol at her disposal. As she journeyed to Switzerland to attend school, she did not plan to play the

damsel in distress. Yet, even the most independent lady could use a bit of unexpected assistance when faced with the threat of highwaymen.

Enter Lord James Hastings, Duke of Pembroke, a man of wealth often maligned as a rogue or a rake. The truth, however, lay far from these labels – he was an industrious man of leisure, delighting

in worldly pleasures as any man of his station might. Marriage was the last thing on his agenda until he crossed paths with the fiercely independent and intellectual Lady Davenport.

He becomes her savior in a turn of fate, offering her protection under the most extraordinary circumstances. He was able to keep Catherine safe from the highwaymen, but the real question

remains: could he protect her from the danger he himself posed?

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She was surprised to see the duke walking into the bedchamber so early in the afternoon. The door remained open, and the maid hovered there. Deep inside, where she held all her secretive

improper thoughts, Catherine wished they were alone without a chaperone. Perhaps then she would learn even more hidden complexities about the duke. And she so wanted to know everything.

“Good afternoon, Catherine. Yesterday you mentioned needing some fresh air, and I have considered this. The physician believes you are healing well so a short visit outside is in order.”

Catherine’s face lit up with a smile. She longed to feel the sun caress her skin and to breathe dew kissed air. She was pleased to learn that James would indulge her.

“I have had cook prepare us a hamper, and we shall have a picnic in the garden.”

“I am most grateful, James.”

A ghost of a smile touched his mouth, and he briefly dipped his head. “Well, that is settled, and everything is prepared. Now, we must have regard for the physician’s instructions. You cannot

stand on your feet, so I shall lift you, and take you there. Shall we?”

Lift her? There gazes collided and suddenly she knew without any doubt that the duke’s heart was pounding as harshly and loudly as hers. There was something in those hazel eyes, a guarded

awareness yet a delight. As if he had longed to hold her closer.

“Yes,” Catherine replied in a soft murmur, releasing the edges of the sheets that she’d gripped.

James padded over and scooped her effortlessly from the bed. She was so close to his face that her eyes were suddenly drawn to his lips before she quickly averted her gaze.

She placed one arm around his neck and the other on his shoulder. Her heart jerked and Catherine marveled at the feel of his muscles beneath her fingertips. It was rather uncanny, but she

had a sense that … that she belonged right here in his arms. They felt powerful, and protective. She knew no harm would befall her when he held her.

Oh, Catherine, she silently scolded herself, do not be silly and fanciful!

About Hayleigh Mills

Hayleigh Mills became passionate about romance when she started reading Mills & Boon in her late teens. She is an avid reader of historical romance, including the medieval period. Hayleigh pursued a career in the medical field but maintained a strong affinity for all things historical. She made the bold decision to relinquish practicing to follow her dream of becoming an author of historical romance.

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Release Tour ~ Twist of Date ~ by ~ Lauren Helms

Layla James has always been in the business of love and never mixes business with pleasure, but when Cole Reed walks back into her life, she’s left questioning everything. Can this blast from the past convenience Layla to set her rules aside and take a chance on love? Fans of secret fling romances will love TWIST OF DATE by Lauren Helms, a steamy matchmaker romance.

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Once upon a time, there was a charming restaurant owner and an unsuspecting matchmaker who refused to mix business with pleasure…

Layla
I’ve always been in the business of love. Happily Ever After, Inc. has thrived under my leadership and the hard set of rules that I set for myself. But when a never quite forgotten blast from my past walks into my life, I’m suddenly questioning everything and everyone around me.

Cole Reed is everything I want in a man – handsome, successful, and charming.

There’s just one small hiccup…Cole is Happily Ever After’s latest client, and he’s got his sights on me.

Cole
I’m used to getting what I want and I’ve never left a date unhappy. So when my grandmother insists I need to work with a matchmaker…her lifelong best friend at that…I’m skeptical. Especially when my path crosses with the girl that always seemed to get away.

She’s sexy, smart, and determined – everything I’ve always admired about her. And this time, I refuse to let her get away.

There’s just one small problem…Layla James is my so-called matchmaker’s granddaughter – and the owner of the matchmaking company that’s just taken me on.

It feels like a weird twist of date that’s put the two of us back in each other’s life, but Layla doesn’t quite see it that way.

Can I convince her to break a few rules and take a chance on our own happily ever after?

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“For real, though, a matchmaker? Really, Cole?”

I groan and cover my face with my hand, scrubbing my palm over my eyes then down my cheeks and chin. “Long story short, my grandma asked Ruth to do her a solid and get me settled down. So Ruth went through her song and dance. I think she may have mind ninja’d me into agreeing to be her newest client.”

“Well, shit.” He barks out a laugh.

“Yeah. So I guess I’ll be going on prearranged dates and stuff. I’m not one hundred percent sure what this whole thing involves.”

“I’m here for it, though. This is gonna be one hell of a ride, brother. Entertaining as fuck, I’m sure.” Travis is going to have a blast with this.

“Here’s the crazy thing, though. Ruth’s granddaughter, who actually owns the company, I went to school with her. We had a few business classes at IU and kinda hung out in the same crowd. We were never a thing, but I think we both wanted to be.”

“Oh, snap,” he mutters. “Tell me more.”

“I didn’t know she was related to Ruth, but I saw her today. We chatted a little. I gave her my number. I want to catch up with her.”

“Is she hot?”

I glare at him, his use of the term hot rubbing me the wrong way when it comes to Layla.

He throws his hands up and adds, “What? It’s a legit question. It’s okay if she’s not. You don’t always have to date a ten, man.”

I shake my head, annoyed. “No, Layla is a fucking twelve. She was a solid ten back in college, but she’s even more beautiful now.”

Travis whistles. “Damn, you’ve got it bad.”

“No, I don’t, just wasn’t expecting to run into her today. It’s been ten years.”

Travis hits me with the back of his hand. “Oh, oh, what if Ruth sets you up with her? Can’t you just ask your matchmaker to set you up with people?”

“Honestly, I don’t know. I doubt it works like that, but maybe.” I trail off. Maybe I should ask Ruth about Layla. If she’s single and I’m single, maybe we can finally give it a go.

“Well, I’m team Layla then, man. That’s who I want you to give your first rose to. Oh, and then I’ll be the friend that she gets to meet before you take her home to meet the parents. It’s gonna be an intense ride getting to that final rose ceremony.” He gushes. I see the smirk.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, man? This isn’t a dating show, it’s my life, and I’m not even sure I’m going to go through with it.” I stand from the chair and walk toward the door.

“You’ll do it. Or Dorthy is gonna come hunt you down,” he says from the couch.

He’s not wrong.

“I’ll be back down around six on my way out. You better not be here.” I point at him and give him my best “I’m your boss” glare.

“Oh, hey, if you can fit it into your busy dating schedule”—I roll my eyes at his dig, but he doesn’t miss a beat and continues—“trivia night is coming up at that books and coffee place a few blocks from my apartment. Theme is ’90s Pop Culture. Wanna go and destroy the other teams?”

I chuckle because of our hobbies, the pop culture trivia is the one we both enjoy the most. He is training at becoming a blacksmith, and me, well, I’m a sucker for a good Dungeon and Dragons campaign. But trivia? Put us in a team and we are unstoppable.

“Sure, send me the info and I’ll add it to my calendar.”

“You got it, boss.” He salutes.

“Don’t call me that,” I grumble as I walk out his office door.

“If the shoe fits,” he yells after me. I raise my hand and flip him off, shaking my head at his laugh that follows me down the hallway.

He’s got about two hours before he needs to be kicked out for the night, so I’ve got two hours to get some work done and focus on my task list.

No more thinking about the gorgeous brunette from my past.

At least that’s what I tell myself anyway.

About Lauren Helms

Lauren Helms is a romance author her nerdy and flirty contemporary words. Lauren has forever been an avid reader from the beginning. After starting a book review website, that catapulted her fully into the book world, she knew that something was missing. While working for a video game strategy guide publisher, she decided to mix what she knew best–video games and romance. She decided to take the plunge and write her first novel, Level Me Up. Several published novels later, Lauren created PR company, Indie Pen PR, to help other authors promote their books.

Lauren lives in Indianapolis, Indiana sharing her love of books and video games with her own Gamer Boy husband and three young kid nerds who will hopefully grow up to share the love of things that united Lauren and her husband on their own happily ever after.

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Release Tour ~ Wed Like Wildfire ~ by ~ Lauren Helms

Wedding planner, Cassie Winters can’t wait to find her own happily ever after, and when she meets wedding hater, Theo Abbot, she realizes she’s got her work cut out for her. Theo’s grumpy, set in his ways, and determined to never fall in love again, but the more time they spend together, the more Cassie begins to wonder if she can change Theo’s position on love. Fans of Claire Kingsley and Kaylee Ryan will adore WED LIKE WILDFIRE by Lauren Helms, a steamy, grumpy sunshine romance.

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Once upon a time, there was a grumpy CEO who met a wedding planner who never stopped smiling…

Cassie
You could say that I live and breathe weddings and love, and as a wedding planner, a happily ever after is the main event. So when I learn that Theo Abbot absolutely hates weddings, that should be my clue to run for the hills as fast as my sexy little black stilettos will take me.

But I digress.

I’m on the hunt for my own epic love story, one T-Swift herself could write a song about. Which means unavailable and seemingly uninterested CEOs are off limits. Even if the man oozes sex appeal and his grumpiness turns me to mush.

A little flirting never hurt anyone.

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Cassie Winters shines so bright I need a pair of Ray-bans to look directly at her. Problem is, once I’ve set my eyes on her, I can’t seem to look away. The woman is a walking, talking promotion for all things love and happiness.

Hand me an antacid.

Counting, on one hand, the amount of times I’ve failed in my life, leaves me knowing I won’t ever do “love” again. I’m set in my ways and not even this sexy little spitfire could sweet talk me out of my decision to never get married.

Yet it only took one drink to derail that plan.

But, things aren’t always as they seem and when real life gets in the way of this fairy tale, we’re both forced to take a hard look at what we truly want.

Are we both ready to wed or is this a wildfire that’s about to burn out?

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I hear my sister and Mateo agree with her, and the woman continues.

“I mean, just look at the stage. It features more than fifty hand-painted scenic backdrops. It’s just absolutely remarkable.”

Despite the fact that I could get lost in this woman’s voice, I don’t appreciate that she barking up the wrong tree trying to sell this space to my sister.

I come to a stop behind the three of them, my attendance going unnoticed. I resist the urge to clap for her performance, but interrupt her words with my own instead.

“Well done, sounds like you could sell religion to the damn Pope.” Harsh, but I don’t like when people think they can take advantage of us just because we have money.

Both my sister and the woman startle. Mateo snorts. I glance at Nora and the glare I’m getting could cut ice, but I’ve survived the look before. I nod a hello at Mateo before sliding my gaze to the best damn saleswoman in the world.

Taking in the woman standing in front of me, no goddamn joke, my heart skips a fucking beat. I draw my hand out of my pocket and slowly rub my chest absentmindedly.

The woman is utterly exquisite. Her soft blond hair is braided in a way that is messy but perfectly styled and falls over her shoulder with strands of soft gold framing her face. A face that at first glance looks flawless. I’m unable to continue my perusal as I’m stopped in my tracks by two sparkling blue eyes staring back at me. Taking in all of her, I see that the smirk she wears tells me she’s not about to let me get away with what I’ve just said.

“No doubt you are correct, Mr. Abbot. However, I wouldn’t attempt something so outrageous.” Her eyes gleam. “I was just telling Nora and Mateo some very well-known facts about this beautiful cathedral.” She glances up and waves her hand around as if to encompass the whole space.

“Theo, this is Cassie Winters, our wedding planner. It’s nice of you to join us,” Nora bites out in a pleasantly terse tone. She walks up to me and kisses my cheek. As she pulls away, she whispers, “Be nice.”

I ignore her and focus on the wedding planner. Cassie.

“Well, I’m just confused as to why we are even here, Ms. Winters. Or is it Mrs.?” I ask.

She doesn’t miss a beat. “Ms. Thank you. And we are here because the couple getting married”—she gestures to Nora and Mateo—“wanted a tour.” Her tone straddles the line of condescending and courteous. And it’s sexy as fuck.

Nora punches me lightly in the side, typical sister shit. “Yes, I asked if we could check out the cathedral as well as some other places. We’ve already ruled some out due to availability, but this place has an opening twelve months from now,” she informs me as she walks back over to Mateo, lacing her fingers through his. His eyes flash as he looks down at her.

“I thought you didn’t want to wait a year,” I say, my eyes darting back at Cassie. She stands there, smiling with fucking stars in her eyes at Nora and Mateo.

“True, but places book up quickly, and I wasted too much time floundering before hiring Cassie,” Nora says.

I nod. Makes sense. I take a second to look around this place. I want to vomit, it’s so extra. We may have grown up with silver spoons in our mouths, but we didn’t grow up around such fancy-ass stuff such as weddings in the Scottish Rite Cathedral.

“Why the grumpy face?” Cassie’s beautiful voice breaks me out of my stupor.

“Oh, no, that’s his normal face,” Nora tells her.

“I don’t understand why you picked this place. It’s a church…”

“Are you not religious, Mr. Abbot?” Cassie interrupts.

“I’m not sure why that matters to you,” I snap.

Her eyes widen a tad at the venom in my tone. “You said it’s a church.”

“You didn’t let me finish, Ms. Winters. I was saying, it’s a church that was built in the ’20s and this place fits, like what? Twelve hundred people? Do you even know that many people, Nora?” I stuff my hands in my pockets out of frustration.

“No,” Nora offers shakily.

“Mr. Abbot, the theater space is only one of the locations available for a ceremony. This was our first stop. I wanted them to get the full tour,” Cassie says and I so badly want to ask her to call me Theo, but I don’t know if I’ll like the way she says my name more than the way she calls me Mr. Abbot.

I grunt, not having time for this argument. “Okay, then let’s look at a more accommodating space.”

“You know what, I think this place has lost its magic for me,” Nora grumbles. “Let’s check out that last place on my list. I know Theo has a busy schedule.”

“If you are sure, we can head over to INDUSTRY then,” Cassie says as she follows Nora and Mateo toward the exit.

I’m not into games. I’m not going to ask Nora if she’s sure or apologize for raining on her parade with this place. It’s not a good fit for her. She knows it. I know it. And this ridiculous wedding planner needs to learn it if she wants to keep my sister as a client.

Cassie walks by me, her shoulder nearly brushing mine, and my senses are immediately taken over by a soft smell of amber and vanilla.

“I’m so happy that you were able to join us today,” she says softly. I look down at her. She’s a few inches shorter, and the sparkle in her eyes is mischievous.

Clenching my jaw, I don’t reply as she walks on by, but the urge to wrap my hand around her arm and pull her back to me is strong.

I think what gets under my skin the most is that she has yet to drop the smile this whole time. Is it stuck on her face? Is this a Botox gone wrong? She doesn’t look like the type of woman to be obsessed with Botox, but what the fuck do I know?

I close my eyes for a minute to gain my wits.

One, two, three…

About Lauren Helms

Lauren Helms is a romance author her nerdy and flirty contemporary words. Lauren has forever been an avid reader from the beginning. After starting a book review website, that catapulted her fully into the book world, she knew that something was missing. While working for a video game strategy guide publisher, she decided to mix what she knew best–video games and romance. She decided to take the plunge and write her first novel, Level Me Up. Several published novels later, Lauren created a PR company, Indie Pen PR, to help other authors promote their books.

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Release Tour ~ Violent Ascension ~ by ~ Giorgia Blake

Taken, I’m bound inside the home of a dangerous man. He may have saved me from his sadistic cousin, but it seems I’ve only traded one monster for another. Fans of The Five Families series by Jill Ramsower will love Violent Ascension by Giorgia Blake, a steamy, enemies-to-lovers, forced marriage, mafia romance.

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I’m a Rising Star. A boss. A Real One. Yet I’m here. Taken and bound inside the home of Alessandro Parisi. A dangerous man who holds my life and my secrets close to the chest. He has all the answers but refuses to answer any of my questions. All he’s told me is that I’m his and the key to his ascension. He saved me from his sadistic cousin; but it seems I just traded one monster for another. The first one stalked and taunted me until I was convinced death was around every corner. This one orders me to cooperate, bend to his touch, and obey. Too bad obedience isn’t in my nature and sacrifice is my birthright. We probably won’t make it out of this blood war alive…The likelihood of my heart surviving Alessandro is even less. Violent Ascension is the first book in the Made Men of Chicago Collection, and can be read as a standalone. It is a forced marriage mafia romance with themes of organized crime, violence, and BDSM. If this is your type of romance, the happily ever after will knock your socks off! Please read responsibly!

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I feel her presence the moment Isabella is nearby. That’s the way it’s become between us the past few weeks. In Jane Eyre There’s a moment where Mr. Rochester tells Jane that he feels the presence of an invisible string connecting the two beneath his left rib. He claims with fervor that if that tether ever snapped, he’d bleed inwardly while she would forget he ever existed. Rochester was old, hardened by the world, and prone to outbursts of anger; while Jane was young, innocent, and talented. The world before her, his criminal past behind him; if he didn’t protect the frailty of that string with his life, then he would lose her forever. When I first read it, I thought it was sentimental dribble. I saw it as a passage of words to muddle through in order to get to the end of the book. At this moment, I have a different view of that passage. Charlotte Bronte herself must have felt that snap or she was an emotional savant. I feel the snap of the string that kept Isabella in my universe the moment I hear her soft steps turn the corner. She’s holding my mother’s pistol and it seems fitting. I’d want her to have it. My silly, brave and disobedient girl. The betrayal in her eyes lets me know that she heard what the bastard just said and she’s more than pissed. She’s hurt. I lied to her, now she’ll be more determined than ever to escape. aToo bad I’ll never let her go. I need her too much. My need has nothing to do with the Romano Ascension but everything to do with the warmth of her sun. I won’t live in the cold without it. “Father?” Her eyes stay focused on me, and I realize she’s asking me if what she heard is true. Even now, she’s praying I’m not as monstrous as I appear to be. But I am. I’m dismissed before I can even respond.. Her attention turns to Matteo as she closes in on the truth., “You’re Matteo Ricci?” Her voice is strong and sure. Her chin held high, she faces the man that created and abandoned her. Matteo eyes her carefully. He assesses her with a detached interest. I wonder if she feels it. I pray to God her anger at me does not distort her discernment. That’s a skill I’ve admired her for since we met. She read me like a book within moments of meeting me. “I am. Come closer child. I want to have a good look at you.” “Stay right where you are.” I bark. “Don’t move.” Matteo scowls. “Is this how you’ve been treating my daughter? Like some dog you can call. She’s a Ricci and she should be treated like a queen, something you promised you would do.” His feigned care is starting to really get under my skin. He’s up to something, and I’m not letting Isabella anywhere near him until I know exactly what it is. Matteo is a dangerous and unpredictable man. It was one thing for him to want her back because she’s his. That’s the mafia way. I expect that from a man like him. It’s something else entirely if he attaches value to her. Assets can be traded or sacrificed like pawns on a chessboard.

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About Giorgia Blake

I’m a contemporary romance author dedicated to the dangerously delicious world of Mafia Romance. Every story will dare you to believe in the power of love, even when there doesn’t seem to be one sane reason to do so!

My stories feature sexy alphas and smart heroines finding love in the most breath stealing of circumstances. If someone can’t die at any moment–it’s not a Giorgia Blake Romance!

Every plot is full of heat, suspense, and steamy passion that would make the Karma Sutra blush.

So come join me on this wild ride…you won’t regret it!

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Release Tour ~ Deadly Intentions ~ by ~ Anise Storm

When Viviana Spataro’s best friend was murdered, revenge became her number one focus and ten years later, her mission for vengeance is almost complete. The only obstacle standing in her way is the son of the man she wants to destroy, the sexy and lethal, Nazario Vaccaro. Fans of dark romances will devour Deadly Intentions by Anise Storm, a sexy enemies-to-lovers, mafia romance.

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Viviana Spataro had dreams and ambitions until the murder of her best friend in a New York City alley changed everything. Overcome with grief, her dreams soon changed. Instead of wanting to heal others as a doctor, she now wants to annihilate the one person responsible.

Ten years later, she finally has her chance. As a mistress to one of the most notorious Mafia Dons in Italy, Stefano’s days are now numbered. Her mission of vengeance is almost complete, or it will be once she can get past the only thing standing in her way. That obstacle is her attraction to the sexy, and equally as lethal, son of the man she’s determined to destroy.

Nazario Vaccaro is well aware of his father’s sins, and he’s hellbent on exacting payback of his own. Viviana doesn’t know the levels of depravity his father is capable of so she has no idea the real danger she is in. He does, and he is determined to protect her, even from herself.

Will he be able to seduce her into heeding his warning as he prepares to take his rightful place upon his father’s throne? Or, will she become collateral damage in a deadly game of betrayal, sex, and secrets?

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My mind was stronger than my flesh and bones. I let those men hurt me in so many unimaginable ways, but I knew they did it with love even during those times when there was no mercy shown. It was never something I’d begged for, and it wouldn’t have been given even if I had. No amount of physical or psychological pain mattered when thinking about Stefano’s miserable life being cut short at my hands. It actually got me off in ways I never knew I could. Now, that motivation was gone, but like father, like son. Nazario had robbed me of my destiny and stolen my future. One day, I’d steal his life and we’d finally be even.

I knew he was distrustful of me. No matter how many times we fucked, his suspicions never waned. I was like a damn machine. I moaned, cried, and came on command, so he’d never be the wiser. All of that was a front, though. When alone with my thoughts like I was now, there was a vulnerability I despised, yet couldn’t ever completely shake. The last two weeks had been spent in a daze. The days blurred together, and I found myself lacking a reason to live any longer.

“Why are you keeping me here?” I asked aloud to myself.

I knew Nazario didn’t love me. The only things that man could love were money, power, violence, and the thrill of the chase. It was all good because the only things I lived for were vengeance and sex, and with the former mostly done, I could only cling to the latter. At least, Nazario’s touch made me come, without having to think of other men. Damn, the things that man did to my body. My hands moved to my robe and I cupped my breasts through the silk material.

“You’re fucking mine now,” he’d told me hours after his father’s murder.

“Am I?” I’d asked, and he’d spent the next several hours bringing me to so many orgasms that I’d forgotten what I had even wanted to know.

Tonight, he seemed a bit possessive, too. I knew it was more for the crowd than anything else. He needed everyone to recognize him as the man in charge; and his father’s mistress being his was like the icing on the cake. I loved that dominant side of him. He exuded power, and now he had an unlimited amount of it. What would he do to me now? Would he drop me off and leave without so much as a damn word?

I rolled my eyes. I couldn’t just stay in this fucking fortress day and night, playing the dutiful wife. I needed to get out of here. Some fresh air would be nice. I grabbed my phone just in case I got lost on this massive estate, and I headed outside. I started to walk through the gardens. Stefano had told me once his first wife loved flowers. He’d also told me how painful they were to see each and every day after she was violently murdered.

“You never told me you’d arranged the entire thing,” I muttered as I walked along the stone pathway. It was dark, so the type of plants and foliage were hard to identify. I’d taken this same walk many times in the light and I could understand why he would want to hold on to something so beautiful.

I also remembered the things Nazario had told me, including how Donna had died. God, how I wanted to drive a stake through his cold, cold heart. I almost had my fondest wish come true. My blade was sharpened and already coated in his blood. If I would’ve bypassed tormenting him and just fucking did it, this would’ve been over.

“Aren’t we done here?” I’d asked Nazario that day.

He’d smirked. “We’ll never be done, and if I’m wrong, you won’t be able to survive without me?”

I took that as a challenge, and it was now the only motivation I had to even wake up in the morning. As easy as it was to imagine Stefano’s demise, his son was a harder task because all my body needed was his touch. He set me aflame like no one else ever had, including my friends in Sicily. This had to be fate’s way of sticking up its middle finger at me.

I tightened my robe around me and continued to walk. As the night sky grew even blacker, the only thing illuminating it was the lightning off in the distance. There were barely any stars above this wasteland, and that realization made me smile. It stayed on my face until a loud boom of thunder overhead made me jump. God, I hated storms and they seemed to be a lot more frequent nowadays. I stopped and turned to see how far I had walked away from the house and it seemed to be a lot farther than I had thought.

My gaze then scanned the horizon. There was nowhere to go if the skies opened up beside… My eyes zeroed in on the mausoleum where Stefano and others in the Vaccaro family lay at rest. It was mere feet away from me, while the house was a good half of mile or more. Another loud rumble made my decision for me. Hurrying over to the large burial place, I managed to get the door open just before the skies opened up.

Once inside, I shuddered at how dark it was. I slapped my hand against the cold stone until I located the light. The bulb flickered once or twice when I turned it on, and I decided to light the candles near the tombs in case the electricity went out. I grabbed the book of matches and inhaled the sulfur smell as I lit one and proceeded to move up and down the walls, lighting the wicks in each candle. When done, I held the flame in front of my face.

Donna’s funeral flashed in my head. It had been so beautiful, but tragic at the same time. When I’d held up the flame that fateful day and lit a candle for her, I had decided then and there that I would make sure all those responsible for her demise would pay. I later learned the one with a death sentence was none other than a dangerous and feared man. I wasn’t afraid to die. I was only afraid of one thing and that was…

My eyes flew open. No, I wouldn’t allow that to happen. I couldn’t. I would never live a normal life again, because the man in the farthest tomb from me had made that impossible. I ignored the loud rumbling and scary flashes of light right outside of this building and moved down to where Stefano lay. His body was there, but his soul was in hell, where he belonged.

“Are you suffering,” I asked him as I traced the letters of his name.

God, how I hoped he was. I needed to believe that even if I didn’t believe anything else. I covered the match with my hand, extinguishing the flame. The slight burn was barely felt. I tossed the stick onto the floor and moved to the stone casket, which would one day house Nazario’s body. I couldn’t take out the father, but maybe I’d fare better with his son.

About Anise Storm

Anise Storm is a USA Today Bestselling author of Contemporary and Dark Romance. A Southern transplant, Anise is married with children. She has a love of football, shoes, and tall, dark heroes. When not spending time with family or traveling, she can be found either curled up with a good book or writing.

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Release Tour ~ The Broadway Series ~ by ~ Allie York

The Broadway Series is relaunching with new titles and gorgeous new covers! Allie York brings you five steamy, suspenseful romance reads with everything from single parents and secret admirers, to surprise babies and more – all in one heartwarming series.

Jovie

Between running a successful business and attempting to pen a best-selling novel, I don’t have the time or energy for the kind or romance I love to write about. So, I let it fall to the wayside. The thing is, life has a funny way of delivering what you need when you least expect it. And trust me, I was not expecting a poodle to be the one delivering a sexy Brit into my world.

Ewan

A tragic accident left me with time for only one woman in my life – my little sister, Amelia. Raising a teenager is enough work without adding in the hassle that comes with relationships. But when my disobedient dog, Clark, crashes into a sexy dog trainer and practically bows at her feet, the attraction is immediate. The chemistry between us is hard to fight and Jovie fits comfortably in my life with Amelia. It’s all or nothing when someone else decides they want to change the game. Someone deadly, who has their sights set on what’s mine.

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Lydia Raising Ollie alone hasn’t been an easy task but there was no other option. Thirteen years ago, I let his father walk away – without knowing the truth. I always thought it was for the best. Maintaining the secret about Ollie’s true parentage seems like the right thing to do. But a chance run in with Jacob stirs up all the emotions I thought I’d left in the past and sends my world crashing down around us. I’m forced to come clean and share my son with a man I never thought I’d see again. I didn’t think we’d have forever… Jacob My life is nothing like I planned. As if the death of my mother wasn’t enough, I managed to lose my wife and the roof over my head in one fell swoop. But, my ex’s infidelity isn’t the end of the lies. Returning to my hometown brings a whole new set of obstacles, including a son I never knew I had. While Lydia’s world is tumbling, I’m realizing this could be my chance at the family I never knew I was missing. Everything threatens to tear us apart. I’m fighting for my family, while Lydia is battling her heart. It’s a vicious game of tug-of-war because life and emotions are never simple. But, we could have had forever, can I convince her we could have it again?

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Harriet

In less than a week, I’ve found myself homeless and alone. What else is a girl to do when life keeps kicking me down? The only thing I know how. Start over. With a couple of bags and a scrap of paper, I put myself on a bus and set off across the country to the one friend I know I can turn to. I had no intention of falling in love. Then I found a notebook.

Briggs

I’ve always been the underdog. Coming into this world four minutes behind my twin brother Beck has never bothered me. Being burned, both literally and figuratively by Beck is a different story though. With a failed engagement, a sick mother and a party-boy brother, most of my life is a blur. Until I see her. But lots of words and a dark cloud from her past threaten to tear it all apart. Will she be able to see past the secrets to find who truly admirers her?

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Cori Single mom, fearless, perpetually loveless. With an ex-husband in prison and a feisty daughter to raise on my own, there was no time for anything else. Sure, I may have needed a lot of things, but a man was not one of them. In fact, a man was the reason for every bit of misery in my life. But, when a new girl joins my daughter Axel’s ballet class, with the company of her tall, tatted, sexy and very single dad, my ideas about men start to shift. Getting to know Griffin and his daughter, Celia, makes it harder to ignore not trying my hand at love again. If only my head and my heart can see that we are worth it. Griffin Single dad, inked, badass. Believe me when I tell you, no one was more surprised than me to find out that I had a kid – a daughter. Five years old when some social worker dropped her in my lap. My life was literally flipped upside down. Instead of late nights with loose women, I found myself home in time for bedtime stories and a house filled with more pink stuff than I could ever imagine. With my priorities now firmly shifted from fun to family, falling for Cori is easy. Especially when her own daughter, Axel, breaks through Celia’s hard shell. Now if I could just convince Griffin that one family together is better than two apart. I’ve got my work cut out for me since we’re all a little tattered & bruised.

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Meredith

Okay, maybe running away from my family and moving cross country with my boyfriend was a bad idea. A really bad idea. For two years I let a man dull my shine and to leave me beaten and broken until I couldn’t take any more. With a new life growing inside me, I know it’s time for me to go back home, even if my family never forgives me for the hurt I have caused. The last thing I’m looking for is for someone to save, especially when I’m trying to save myself. But something about Beck pulls me in.

Beck

I’m a horrible person. I know it and so does everyone else. Everyday it gets harder to dull the pain and forget the past. After waking up in a seedy hotel with a woman I don’t even recognize, I’m sure my life isn’t even worth it any more. I’m just about to end it all when my salvation stumbles into my lap. Meredith has every reason to push me away. But, I’m determined to prove to her (and myself) that I am the better man.

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We hadn’t even made it to the mailbox before the leash was pulled from my hand and the hard plastic was bouncing behind him as he bolted down the street. I growled a series of curses worthy of making a sailor blush and took off in a run after him, screaming his name. Once I caught him, his slow painful death was inevitable. I would kill him and relish every second of it. I lost sight of him as I rounded a corner and skidded to a halt, nearly tripping over a crack in the sidewalk. I spotted him as he ran full-force into someone walking their dog and panicked. It wouldn’t be the first person my idiot dog leveled on a walk. I took off as fast as I could, yelling at him, only to find the woman holding his leash with a very pissed off expression. I let her place the leash in my hand, doubling over to catch my breath and being assaulted by my own stupid animal. Her sheepdog stood still by her side in statuesque annoyance. I apologized, asking if he had knocked her over, to which she responded with a curt, “No.” The woman held out a card. Fantastic. My horrid beast had run into a dog trainer. A very lovely dog trainer.

About Allie York

I’m a mom, wife, and dog groomer by day. At night I write contemporary romance. I love funny dog videos, I read naughty books, and drink too much coffee.

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Popular girl, Kennedy Myers made one mistake in high school – she chose the wrong boy. If only her nerdy friend, Elijah Stevenson would have told her how he felt, maybe things could have been different. Ten years later, the Spring Hills High School reunion gives them a chance to face their regrets. Will they get a second chance, or will it be just another missed connection? Readers who enjoy swoony reads will love Kiss You Back by Mel Walker, a second chance, friends-to-lovers, small town romance.

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Love Doesn’t Come with an Expiration Date Kennedy Myers was the queen of Spring Hills High School: beauty pageant champ, head cheerleader, and the most popular girl in school. She only made one mistake—she said yes to the wrong boy. Elijah Stevenson was the resident nerd at Spring Hills High. Convention said he should have never been friends with someone like Kennedy Myers. He hid in the shadows and avoided the spotlight, which was where she thrived. Not wanting to risk their friendship, Elijah watched as she ran off with the boy he knew wouldn’t love her the way he did. The Spring Hills Ten-Year High School reunion gives them both an opportunity to revisit the point in their life which they both hold with regret. Will the reunion allow them a second chance or will it be just another missed connection?

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Excerpt

I climb off the bike and begin to walk with it toward the edge of the water when movement to my right causes me to turn. It’s a person, and I nearly jump. “Kennedy?” He stares at me with a surprised look that must match mine. “Elijah? What…” I don’t complete the sentence. Words aren’t necessary. We both know why. My eyes scan over his shoulder to his rental car from this afternoon, backed into the woods and camouflaged by the trees. On the ground in front of it is a blanket, a bottle of beer, a half-eaten sandwich, and a book. Of course, a book. “I don’t want to disturb you…” I mutter, feeling like an intruder. There are a thousand hidden roads outside of town, but only one both Elijah and I claim, and I had to decide to visit this one the same night he returned to town. What could this mean? He hops to his feet, striding toward me. He’s changed outfits, now sporting a comfortable aqua polo shirt and khaki shorts. He’s barefoot, his sandals placed to the side of the blanket. His hazel eyes lock on me, and I feel like I’m in a tractor beam of a spaceship, unable to move. He reaches me in three long strides, a look of determination in his body but vulnerability in his voice. “Please. Stay.” I have no defense for his words. Before I take another breath, he slips his hands into mine and doesn’t move. He stares at me like I’m a dream—as if I’m a prize. No one has looked at me like that in years. Surely this close, he must see the broken pieces in front of him. “I thought the sunset would be the most beautiful thing I hoped to see this evening.” He squeezes my hand slightly. “Once again, you’ve proven me wrong.” He leans in, and a woodsy and citrus scent from a recent shower fill my nostrils. His words are so different, so daring from the quiet boy years ago, yet the look remains the same. He’s finally able to enunciate the words he’s always held back from me. I close my eyes and prepare, hoping he’ll reward me in our own special way. His warm lips land on the tip of my nose. “Kiss you.” His voice catches as the words stretch to fill the silence. I sway on my heels, his gentle pull the only thing keeping me from falling. My eyes open, no longer surprised to find his gaze locked on me, examining me. This is no longer the boy who backs down, who walks away. His gaze lowers to my lips, which part with a soft exhale. We are too close for the shadows to hide him mouthing the words oh my god. Help us both. I’m not sure how exactly we fell into this deadly greeting, but nothing in the world gets my heart beating like this. Every single time. I feel like I’m on a tightrope walking a thin cable while a storm whips around us. Every single time, I expect to fall. Every single time I nearly do. I end this torture by pressing my lips to the tip of his nose. I linger longer than I ever have before, only the burn in my calves causing me to lower. The bottom of my lower lip brushes against the top of his upper one. A spark races through my body, and another audible sigh escapes my mouth. “Kiss… you back.” I avoid his gaze, landing on his Adam’s apple as he takes a long gulp. “Like minds,” he says and juts his chin toward his blanket. I follow him, our hands still intertwined as one. Mason’s Trail was Elijah’s go-to spot back in high school. At least twice a week, he’d hide out here away from the world. The first time he brought me here was junior year. Getting to know Elijah is a process. It takes a long while to earn his trust and for him to lower his barriers, but once he does, you have a permanent place in his fortress. We’ve only been here together maybe a dozen times in the final two years of high school, but I always think of this place as our place, not his, not mine. “I was out for a ride, and the bike just turned down the road,” I say as we slip down to a large red-and-black plaid blanket. My visit to the women’s center is just another secret I keep from him. He tilts his head in my direction, a sexy half smirk on his beautiful face. “Did you come for the sunset or me?

About Mel Walker

Mel Walker has been writing fiction most of his adult life. Specializing in Short Stories and Contemporary fiction and Romance Novels. A native New Yorker and life-long frustrated NY Mets fan. He loves to write about ordinary people placed in difficult situations, especially as it relates to their closest relationships. Mel Walker is a rare bird, the male romance author. Specializing in heartfelt small town romance, he enjoys telling compelling romances with all the feels. A native New Yorkers and life-long frustrated NY Mets fan, he enjoys long walks, bike rides and taking in the energy of the city.

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