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We thought running would save us, but we never expected the safest place to be where it all began.
We’ll never be who we were when we left there, but there’s nowhere I’d rather be than together.
Jameson…
We tried to outrun death, to escape the past, but they haunted us at every turn.
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Dear Readers,
I am so thrilled to re-release my Vampire Warrior Kings books with all new gorgeous covers and new content in each book, including brand new epilogues in books two and three. Vampires were my first love as a reader and a writer, so it was a thrill to get to immerse myself in this world again. I hope you’ll give the Vampire Warrior Kings a try! Thanks for reading!

Kael McQuillan, Warrior King of the Vampires, loathes the Night of the Proffering. He needs the blood of either his mate or a human virgin to maintain his strength, but hasn’t enjoyed the ritual since he lost his wife centuries ago. Kael doesn’t want a new companion, yet his resolve is tested when he meets his newest offering. She’s beautiful and poised, but her curious, mismatched eyes intrigue him more than they should, and when he hurts her, he can’t help wanting another chance…
Shayla McKinnon knows the rules: Serve the needs of the Vampire Warrior King. Obey his commands. Don’t ask questions. But knowing the rules doesn’t always mean that Shayla follows them. She’s waited her whole life for this moment, for a chance to become part of another world—for the possibility of getting justice for those she’s lost. And Kael is her darkest fantasy come to life, even though he’s intimidating as hell, too.
Now they’re locked in a red-hot battle of wills, and the only question is which one will end up on their knees…


American exchange student Kate Bordessa has fled to Russia to escape her family’s hopes that she’ll become one of the Proffered—human women who feed and mate with elite vampire warriors, cementing an eons-old alliance. The very idea terrifies her, but when she stumbles upon a wounded vampire in the streets of Moscow, she’s instinctively driven to protect him—and feels an undeniable spark of desire.
Grieving over the deaths of his brothers, Vampire Warrior King Nikolai Vasilyev throws himself into battling his ancient enemies, focused only on guilt and vengeance—until the attack that brings him to beautiful, fearless Katya. She gives him a second chance that makes Nikolai want something more for the first time in so long…
When their sexual attraction explodes into one night of uncontrolled passion, fate marks them as mates. But is their connection strong enough to convince them to embrace a destiny neither of them wanted?


Henrik Magnusson is supposed to be immortal, but a mysterious ailment leaves the Vampire Warrior King near death, and not even the blood of the Proffered—human virgins trained to feed and mate with the elite warriors—sustains him. Then he rescues a beautiful young woman from the Soul Eaters, his ancient enemies, and she sets off a bloodlust and a desire he hasn’t felt for centuries.
Photographer Kaira Sorenson’s life takes a nightmare turn when she’s saved by a…vampire. But she’s seen too much, and now she’s his prisoner. All of which means she should be afraid of Henrik, but he’s regal, tormented, and hot as hell, and she can’t deny her intense attraction to him. And then she learns that her blood may be his only salvation…
Kaira knows what it’s like to be sick, so she agrees to help Henrik. But when feeding turns into a scorching night of so much more, she must decide if she’s willing to be his forever—but will the king release her so she can freely choose?

The king’s hands threaded under her arms and, with little effort, pulled her to her feet. And then he pressed his mouth to Shayla’s.
Her mind erupted into a cacophony of joyous confusion. She’d been specifically told there would be no kissing. The king did not kiss.
But, holy hell! Did the king ever kiss.
His large frame bent down over her, surrounding her in his heat. His full lips sucked and pulled at hers and his tongue demanded entrance and exploration, which she freely granted. His hard muscles bunched and thrummed around her, setting her body on fire everywhere they touched. The scent of powerful masculinity filled her nose, and the exquisite flavor of his tongue in her mouth intoxicated her. And, oh God, every time she felt the passing hardness of his fangs as they kissed made her whimper and moan. Her body readied itself immediately for his, moistening, opening.
Having shielded herself from physical relationships, she was astounded to learn her body had the ability to produce this crazy, urgent euphoria. Her brain scrambled to process each new, maddening sensation. In that moment, she would’ve done anything to maintain the feeling.
Was it always like this?
Kael growled low in his chest as his mouth came at her again and again, and Shayla felt the vibration of the feral sound against her breasts. She squeezed her thighs together, seeking friction to satisfy even a little of her now uncontrollable lust. Her mouth was so filled with his probing tongue it was difficult to get enough oxygen, but his kisses convinced her she could live without it as long as he continued to devour her so intensely.
Never had she imagined the expression of physical love could make her feel so wanted, so needed.
His obvious pleasure throbbed against her stomach and flooded her with unbelievable feelings of power, and just a little fear. Because they were off the grid now, outside the bounds of the rules and expectations she’d been taught during her training. And she was thrilled it might mean he was as affected by her as she was by him. Wherever the king was leading them, she was only too happy to follow. In truth, she felt powerless to do otherwise.
A sharp, piercing sensation nicked the edge of her tongue. Kael groaned and she gasped into his mouth. He bit me! They said he wouldn’t—
All thinking abruptly halted as he sucked on her tongue and fed. She could feel the pulling flow of her blood. It was an electric rush that set her body on fire.
As if she didn’t already burn for him. As if she wasn’t already wet for him.
From just their first kiss…

Laura Kaye is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today bestselling author of over 40 books in contemporary, erotic, and paranormal romance and romantic suspense, and has sold nearly two million books in the U.S. alone. Laura grew up amid family lore involving angels, ghosts, and evil-eye curses, cementing her life-long fascination with storytelling and the supernatural. A former college history professor, Laura also writes bestselling historical women’s fiction as Laura Kamoie. Laura lives in Maryland with her husband and two daughters, and and appreciates her view of the Chesapeake Bay every day.
Dare You and Dare Me
(Dare Duet)
by KL Shandwick
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What would you do if a stranger deliberately kissed you?
What if that stranger was younger, hotter than hell and your husband had already traded you in for a much younger model?
Now what if his smoking hot kiss served as the ultimate payback for you being wronged… would you welcome it then?
Seeking sanctuary from a rainstorm inside a wine bar alone Billie Collier’s haven quickly became her hell when of all the places in New York City her soon-to-be ex-husband was also already in there, with his tall pretty homewrecker.
When another rain-soaked refugee swept inside dressed in a high dollar suit he does so with fear in his eyes. Drenched, Sawyer Wild breathed raggedly as he shrugged himself out of his jacket and quickly planted himself in the last empty chair in the wine bar—the one directly across from Billie.
Forced together by circumstance she seeks solace in Sawyer’s flirty banter which strokes her neglected ego, and as time passes and wine loosens her tongue she confesses Logan’s presence and her current humiliation.
Although relative strangers, he quickly relates to Billie’s desperate need to save face and with her curious husband approaching can Billie find her courage to trust and dare Sawyer when he offers her a chance to get even?
Dare Me Synopsis
When Sawyer Wild dared a stranger to ask him to kiss her, he had no idea that kiss would leave its mark.
With her estranged husband looking on, a normally shy Billie Collier, the gorgeous older, soon-to-be divorcee, shocked herself and complied.
Leaving the wine bar alone, Sawyer felt they had unfinished business when the memory of their all-to-brief, blistering chemistry had left him with an ache he’d been unable to shake.
Ten months later, a second chance to know Billie unexpectedly fell into his hands and he grabbed it.
Love, be it a slow burn or hard and fast, usually happens when it is least expected. Sawyer accepted love is love and was confident he could smooth most of the bumps on the road. After all, the path to true love never runs smooth. However, in Billie’s case accepting that she was enough took a little longer to achieve.



















Here Comes the Body (A Catering Hall Mystery)
by Maria DiRico

Here Comes the Body (A Catering Hall Mystery)
Cozy Mystery
1st in Series
Publisher: Kensington (February 25, 2020)
Mass Market Paperback: 304 page
ISBN-10: 1496725344
ISBN-13: 978-1496725349
Digital ASIN: B07R8WYLSC
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After her philandering husband’s boat went down, newly single Mia Carina went back to Astoria, the bustling Queens neighborhood of her youth. Living with her Nonna and her oversized cat, Doorstop, she’s got a whole new life—including some amateur sleuthing . . .
Mia is starting work at Belle View, her father’s catering hall, a popular spot for weddings, office parties, and more—despite the planes that occasionally roar overhead on their way to LaGuardia and rattle the crystal chandelier. Soon she’s planning a bachelor party for a less-than-gentlemanly groom. But it goes awry when the gigantic cake is wheeled in and a deadly surprise is revealed . . .
Since some of her family’s associates are on the shady side, the NYPD wastes no time in casting suspicion on Mia’s father. Now, Mia’s going to have to use all her street smarts to keep him out of Rikers Island . . .
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She shook off the moment and returned to the vow renewal reception, passing Felicity Stewart Forbes, who was handing out business cards to a nonplussed knot of senior citizen guests. “Like the saying goes, the future is now,” she fluted. “Especially when you reach a certain age, if you know what I mean.”
“We know what you mean. We’re old.” A man holding tight to the walker in front of him responded with asperity to Forbes, earning a chuckle from Mia.
She found the anniversary couple posing for photos in the outdoor gazebo where they’d renewed their vows. Flushing Bay lay in the distance, as did LaGuardia Airport’s air traffic control tower. Mia was helping their photographer find a camera angle that blocked out the tower when she heard a loud whoop coming from the Bay Ballroom upstairs. They must have wheeled in the pop-out cake, she thought. The photographer finished taking pictures of the anniversary couple and Mia was herding everyone back to the Marina Ballroom when her headset buzzed. It
was Cody.
“We have a situation, ma’am.”
The tone of his voice alarmed her. “What’s going on? And feel free to call me Mia.”
“No one jumped out of the cake.”
“Did you look inside to make sure someone was in there?”
“Affirmative. I had one of the waiters double-check before we wheeled the cake out. Something must be wrong with the lady inside it.”
“I’m on my way.”
She hurried out of the Marina Ballroom into the foyer and was about to start up the stairs when an attractive woman in a trench coat burst through the Belle View front doors. “Sorry I’m late,” she gasped, out of breath. “They switched the N and R trains and I wound up in Forest Hills.”
Mia stared at her. “Who are you?”
The woman opened her coat, revealing a sequined bikini. “Park Lexington. I’m working the bachelor party.”
“You’re the stripper? Then who’s in the—”
Mia’s stomach clenched. She raced up the stairs and burst into the Bay Ballroom. John’s guests whooped and cat-called. “Yeah, baby, finally!” one yelled.
“I’m not the stripper!” Mia yelled back.
Cody helped her climb to the top of the cake. She threw open the lid and peered inside. A woman lay crumpled on the bottom. It was Angie, the call girl who’d paid Ravello Carina a visit only days before.
Mia prayed she was unconscious, but the blood pooling under the knife sticking out of the woman’s chest told a different story.
She’d been murdered.

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Maria DiRico was born in Queens, New York, and raised in Queens and Westchester County. She is a first-generation Italian-American on her mother’s side. On her father’s side, her grandfather was a low-level Jewish mobster who disappeared in 1933 under mysterious circumstances. She also writes the award-winning, bestselling Cajun Country Mystery series under the name Ellen Byron.
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But she didn’t think that was a bad thing.
Bitches were strong, tough AF, spoke their minds, and definitely didn’t take any crap from anyone. So when anyone called Olivia a bitch, she took it as the best type of compliment. She was strong and tough, never hesitated to speak her mind, and was about as far away from a pushover as one could get.
Great for her job—she’d become a VP at Prestige Media Group, managing some of the best athletes in the world and she was excellent at her career of choice.
Great for her bank account—it was flush, and she could live well on her salary, even in expensive San Francisco.
Not so great for her love life.
Turned out that most guys weren’t super into women who could take care of themselves, women who didn’t need rescuing. Either that, or they wanted her to take care of them, including every night out and sometimes even rent. Now, she didn’t mind paying her fair share, but that’s where she drew the line. Her fair share. As in, she was looking for a partner, not an owner or, worse, to be someone’s mother.
She wanted an equal. But she’d all but given up on finding that.
Until, Cole.
Cole was about as far away from Olivia’s city girl polish as one could get. A retired hockey player, he wore jeans to her suits, cowboy boots to her heels, ate simple food to her gourmet. Hell, he lived on a ranch half the year.
And yet . . . he also challenged her mind. Never gave her an inch. Not to mention, he was gorgeous, kind, incredibly insightful and always, always, called her on her B.S.
He’d done it when she’d been his agent, and continued to do it every time they talked.
The only difference now was that she was no longer his agent and so Olivia was faced with the age-old question . . .
Did she play it safe or take a leap of faith?

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Clint Marino wasn’t the definition of a perfect catch. He was damaged, cruel…and carried the reputation of being many people’s worst nightmare. So how had he come into my life?
Simple.
I was a job he needed to complete.
But somewhere along the way, things became disjointed, confused. I found myself holding onto him instead of running away.
Did that make me naïve? More than likely. But after learning his weakness, I wanted to fix it. Seeing the blatant pain he tried to hide, I had an overwhelming desire to help.
I soon became enthralled, addicted to his broken pieces, blind to the storm headed our way.
When it hit, its impact was devastating, leaving me gasping for air…

I stepped off the elevator and walked up to her door, raising my hand to knock, but paused, slowly turning the knob instead. When it turned, I gradually pushed the door open, giving the immediate area a thorough search before stepping inside. She sat on the couch, feet tucked underneath her. The dress she wore to the club no longer hugged her petite body. Instead, she wore thin leggings and an oversized sweatshirt that fell off one of her shoulders.
Did she think changing her clothes made her less attractive? Did she assume it would prevent me from craving her? Erase the need to rip her clothes off and give her everything I had to offer? My dick throbbed.
I shook my head, trying to collect my thoughts. This meeting was strictly professional. A job. It didn’t matter how tempting she was, the innocent vibes she put off. How the thin fabric of the dress she wore at the club allowed me to visualize every curve and dip of her body.
She was reckless tonight. The Valerie I had studied a year before would have never acted so carelessly. She was always hesitant to show her beauty, except when she danced. Those moments were the ones that caused a beast like me to bow before her.
Her actions tonight had proven only one thing. She was hurting, confused.
Something had changed in her.
Watching her on the couch, she had the same look as in the photograph I had of her. Lonely. Distant. Defeated.
She looked up, her eyes meeting mine. No blink. No gasp. No typical reaction people gave me when they knew my presence wasn’t necessarily welcome. She knew I had a purpose.
“What do you want?”
She sounded tired, voicing the same question she had twice before. I paused. What did I want?
I stepped farther into the living room and rested my arm on the mantel of the fireplace that warmed the small apartment I knew easily cost three grand a month. Her daddy’s money reeked in every inch of the space. The term privileged fit her perfectly. Was she aware of how her father earned the money that kept his family so comfortable? I was pretty sure it was the reason Valerie’s file had been thrown my way. Threatening what a person adored most was an old tactic to get somebody to do what you wanted. It never failed.
“Do you know who I am, Valerie?”
I focused on the flames and retrieved her phone from my back pocket, carefully placing it on the mantel, waiting. I could hear her swallow and shift on the couch, but I didn’t look up.
“You saved me,” she whispered. “If you wouldn’t have been out there, he would’ve…”
Her words seemed to catch in her throat, proving she knew what was bound to happen, making peace with it. What had made her give up?
“No one cared. Nobody tried to stop him.”
My eyes shifted to hers, catching the question in them. She was doubtful of my intentions, which gave me relief. It let me know she saw my truth.
“Not every savior has good intentions, Ms. Reid. Not every person who comes to your rescue wants to help.”
Seemingly of my own accord, my feet carried me over to the couch. I stopped, towering above her, breathing like a starved man waiting to feast.
“Maybe they are saving you for themselves. To punish. To break.”
She sucked in a breath. But my proximity seemed to ignite arousal, not fear. She scooted closer. Her body was in the perfect position for me to claim. I wanted to mark her with my scent. Had the sickening desire to keep her locked away for myself.
“Are you going to hurt me?” Her voice was low, husky, as I crouched down in front of her, our faces barely an inch apart. I was hard. She was willing. The only sound in the room that of the crackling fire and our own breathing. In that instant, when my calloused hands lightly caressed her thighs as I looked into her pale gray eyes, I made my decision.
“Get some sleep. Ms. Reid.”
I stood swiftly, making my way to the door, the anger and need building inside me threatening to burst through.
Without turning, I continued. “And a word of advice… Always lock your door. You never know who might barge in.”


Brittani Marí is a writer and reader. Her friends call her crazy, her family accepts her with all her flaws, and she makes sure to focus all her energy into creating the most suspenseful, sexy novels she can. When she isn’t working on her latest book or reading something new, you can find her sipping martinis with her besties, spending time with her family, or traveling to a new destination. The Illicit Affairs is the first story she’s decided to share with the world…and it’s only the beginning.