







“Say the word and I’ll back off forever, Cricket. All it takes is a simple no and I’ll never bring this up again, but I gotta tell you, I don’t want to back off. I want to taste your lips and feel your body pressed against me. Preferably with less clothing.” I leaned down and traced a kiss along her neck, seeing the way her breathing kicked up to that of a sprinter. “Tell me to stop, angel.”
She swallowed hard and every cell in my body froze, waiting for an answer. No matter how much it pained me—and good lord would it pain me for the rest of my life—but if she said no I’d honor that and never let her feel my disappointment.
That moment in the kitchen the other night had shown me a tiny morsel of hope, that maybe, just maybe, Cricket felt the same heart stopping excitement when we were together. If there was even a small window of chance, I had to take my shot. Watching my older brothers find love had taken those feelings I’d harbored for Cricket over the years and given them an urgency I could no longer stuff down.
Her blue eyes were eating me up, the flush from earlier turning into a forest fire on her cheeks. Her voice came out on a barely-there breath but I still heard it.
“I don’t want you to stop, Cal.”


When there is Love at Sea, can they overcome their secrets and have a future together? Sebastian Greer isn’t on this cruise for fun and games, he’s here to catch a cheater. However, the more time he spends with his target, Zoey Anderson, he unexpectedly catches feelings for her but when the truth is revealed, he can’t get off of the ship fast enough. Fans of forbidden romances will enjoy SICK OF THIS SHIP by Mari Sol, a sexy enemies to lovers romance.

Zoey
I would do anything for my sister. That includes pretending to be her on a cruise so she can stay behind and spy on her cheating husband.
My job? Take over her Instagram and enjoy myself.
But my tropical holiday becomes anything but relaxing, once I meet Sebastian Greer. Pain in the ass extraordinaire. A desperate man who can only be looking for one thing – to hook up with all the single women he can find on the ship.
Unfortunately, Sebastian seems to be everywhere I go. And the thing is, the more I run into him, the more I realize that maybe I was wrong about him after all.
Sebastian
Seducing a beautiful woman on a cruise? Sounds like a dream come true, right?
Wrong.
I’m not here to fall in love or even hook up. I’m here to catch a cheater.
That’s right, my boss thinks his wife is unfaithful, and it’s my job to prove it.
There’s just one problem…the more I get to know my target, the harder I find it to fight these unexpected feelings for her.
When she confesses that she’s not who I think she is, I’m pissed – even though I’ve been lying to her too.
With tensions flying high, we’re both sick of this ship. The end of the cruise can’t come soon enough. But after we disembark, no matter how much I want to forget her, I can’t. The question remains: could we overcome our secrets and have a future together, or did our ship already sink?
Sick of This Ship is an enemies-to-lovers romance, part of the Love at Sea multi-author series. Get ready to set sail through the Caribbean on Festival Cruises’ most alluring voyage with eight of your favorite authors – happily ever after guaranteed!
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Excerpt
Copyright 2022 @Mari Sol
“Please, I need you, Zoey,” Anna says again. “I wouldn’t ask if this wasn’t completely urgent.”
“Anna, you ask me literally every time you need anything.” I cross my arms, trying hard not to smile as my sister gives me her sweetest of puppy looks.
“You love helping me.” She pats my hair. You would never guess she’s the older sister here. But she’s not wrong. She’s my universe. I am here for everything she needs, no questions asked. I learned my lesson back when we were young. The one time it mattered, I wasn’t there for her, and it shattered everything. I’ll never make that mistake again.
“What if I help you back home in LA? We could figure out what Mike is up to together. Girl power. Sisterhood of the traveling penis. All that.”
“Zo, the cruise is where I need the help,” Anna says. “You can easily pass as me in photos that aren’t close-ups. Keeping my Instagram full of cruise shots is the perfect distraction for Mike while I follow him around LA.”
“I’ll help you however I can, but I would be most useful on land.”
“I know you hate even the thought of a cruise. But think of it this way. It’ll be much better than lying around watching TV in your tiny apartment back in LA while you rest your ankle. I’m pretty sure you had no other plans next week.”
“There’s plenty to do in LA, even with a sprained ankle.”
“You’re supposed to be resting, not running all over. At least on a cruise you can lounge at the pool, have all your meals taken care of, and beach it up in each port of call.”
I let out a long sigh. I hate that she’s right. Being marginally injured is the most boring possible status to have. I can sort of do everything, but I’m not supposed to do anything. It’s killing me. But if I still can’t run, jump, or climb at high speed after the break in filming for our big Meghan Marconi action thriller? That would be worse. That would jeopardize my entire career as a stunt double.
“I… but…” There has to be a reason I shouldn’t go on the cruise. I mean, I’ve summited Mount Kilimanjaro, sky-dived Interlaken, scaled El Capitan with my bare hands, and flipped a car off the London Bridge. Can you imagine me sitting around eating buffet with a bunch of retirees? “I was going to do a lot of upper body training at that new gym near the studio next week.”
“So were you planning to seduce a certain someone who’s been talking up his membership there?” Anna purses her lips.
“No.” I glare at her. “I’m not into Grant. I mean, whoever you’re talking about.”
“Why don’t you invite him to come on the cruise?” Anna cocks her head, one eyebrow raised.
“It’s easy enough to transfer a cruise ticket to someone else. I can give him Mike’s. A free trip with my gorgeous sister? Come on, he’d go.”
I could laugh. Anna knows I’m incapable of inviting a man to coffee, let alone a cruise. And a seduction at sea, by me?
“I am not inviting Grant Kevlar! We only met a month ago, in this very trailer. He would never go on a Caribbean Cruise with me, even if it’s free.”
“Who says I wouldn’t go on a free Caribbean Cruise with my new BFF?” Jamie Von Burger, my favorite hair stylist of all time- who I also met a month ago in this trailer- blows in the door, wet as a sewer rat. Jamie drops his umbrella, and water sprays the room. “I’m dying to get out of this Louisiana swamp. Please tell me you weren’t making up the idea of a jaunt to the Caribbean. I want to drink Piña Coladas in the sun with you, babes.”
Jamie air-kisses my cheek and his beard tickles my skin, while his long flowing locks cascade forward in a silken waterfall. “We’re a dream team. Think of the boys we could slay.”
Of course, at this very moment, in walks Grant Kevlar himself. Upon hearing Jamie’s words, he raises his eyebrows at me, a delectable smile playing over his soft lips. My heart stutter-stops. He’s the stunt double to the hunkiest of hunky actors, Zander Zane, but somehow, he’s much darker and sexier than his silver screen counterpart could ever be. I’d so go on a cruise if he was there. Even though I’d never admit it, maybe a small part of me hoped I’d bump into him at a certain LA gym.
“Jamie and Zoey are taking a Caribbean Cruise next week.” Anna smiles. Jamie widens his eyes at her. I narrow mine. That little skunk.
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Mari Sol writes romantic comedy that’s been described as somewhere between Hallmark movies and the SNL skits about Hallmark movies. Her capable, assertive, and sometimes sarcastic female leads are adventurous and quirky, and the men who fall for them are absolutely worth your (er, their) time. Her Halloween book, “Romance is Dead” hit #6 on Amazon for Holiday Romance and features a very cinnamon-roll hero.
As most people do, Mari started writing Rom Coms when she was a stressed out corporate director and needed the escape. Her books will send you somewhere fun, like a tropical beach (or a haunted theme park) for some relaxing self care time. She loves the juicy bits – yes, all the bits – but she believes in making healthy relationships hot, so her juice will be made with kale, and probably a cucumber or two.
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I always wanted to be a writer, but after my mother passed away in 2002, I lost sight of my dream. Instead, I focused my efforts on building a career as a paralegal in government. After completing my first master’s degree and successfully completing the Presidential Management Fellowship in the federal government, I decided to revisit my childhood dream. I recently graduated with an MFA in creative writing at Queens University of Charlotte and my debut novel, A Home for Christmas, is set to release in the fall of 2022 from Champagne Book Group. In my personal life, I am a mother to a teenage daughter and married to the love of my life. We live in Maryland and have 3 cats.
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Sara tries to heal as she navigates college life and her relationship with Scott. A missing persons case creates a distraction from her own problems, and Sara uncovers a secret that rocks her to her core. When the odds are stacked against her and there is nothing left to lose, can true love endure? Readers who love April Wilson will enjoy Revive by Tricia T. LaRochelle, a new adult, romantic suspense.


Excerpt
Copyright 2022 Tricia T. LaRochelle
I pried my laptop from my backpack, powered it up, and typed the words, “Carrie Stevens, Commonwealth University.” Within seconds, several article headlines flashed onto the screen, along with some random pictures below them. None of the women in the photos looked anything like Carrie, so I clicked on an Instagram link instead, where I found a treasure trove of images. The first thing I noticed was Carrie’s short, blue hair and thick makeup. This girl wasn’t the all-American-poster girl I had seen at the press conference at the Student Union Building earlier, although there were similarities: her eye color was the same and her facial structure. I scrolled through a picture of Carrie kissing a guy with greasy, long black hair—a wild party exploding in the background. I found another pic of Carrie holding a shot glass in the air, her eyes bloodshot. The last one I saw included Carrie smoking a tightly wrapped cigarette. I peered closer, maybe not a cigarette. At that moment, Amy entered through the door. When I didn’t look up, she stopped short. “What are you doing?” She leaned over my shoulder. “That’s Carrie Stevens.” I glanced over at Amy. “She looks much different, doesn’t she?” Amy furrowed her brow. “Who? Oh, you mean the girl who went missing? The one from the press conference?” I nodded. “Yeah, weird, huh?” I pointed haphazardly over the screen. “It looks like she’s changed a lot since her high school graduation photo was taken. She could be your sister, Amy.” “Why, because she dyed her hair and put on some makeup?” Amy shrugged, before crossing my room and plopping down on my bed. “She looks better if you ask me.” “Well … yeah. It’s not a bad look. It’s just different. Do you think they questioned Henry—you know when Carrie went missing?” I turned to look at her. Amy squinted at me. “Who?” Oh my God, Amy, how could you forget HIM? I raised both hands in the air, exasperated. “You know. Henry—the man you were just screaming at.” Amy’s face opened, showing clarity. She nodded. “Oooooh, you mean, Norman Bates. Yes, I’m sure they did. Why?”
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“So, no problems on the way home?” he asked, turning to face us.
“Nope. We got away clean.”
“And that?” he jerked his thumb at the back.
I cringed slightly. “He had an…” I glanced over at Eli for the best wording.
“An adverse reaction to the mummy.”
“Right,” I nodded.
“Like…he touched it and broke out in hives?”
“Don’t even say that shit,” Eli said quickly, keeping his voice low. “He already thinks we’re all under some ancient Egyptian curse. We don’t need to put any more thoughts in his head.”
Cash crossed his arms over his chest and looked at us inquiringly. “And why does he think he’s under a curse?”
I snorted, not even sure how to answer that. “He just started freaking out because we made him sit in the back with the sarcophagus. Then he started reading out ancient curses and it spiraled out of control from there.”
“So…nothing actually happened.”
I shot a look over at Eli, remembering the locusts. Scratching the back of my head, I told him what happened. “Well…when we left the safe house, there might have been a swarm of locusts, and he may have been under the influence of some drugs that may have led him to believe that the swarm was a hell of a lot bigger than it was.”
“How big was it?” he asked, his brows furrowed.
I shrugged lightly, but it was Eli that stepped in. “No more than a ten mile radius.”
“Fifteen at best,” I added.
“That’s…not a swarm. A swarm is literally like…around your head. Christ, no wonder he flipped out. And you hogtied him in the back of the van.”
“What the hell were we supposed to do? He was freaking out.”
“And then you laid him next to the fucking mummy,” he huffed. “Good work. You made your teammate go insane,” he said, clapping us both on the shoulders. “Remind me to never go on a mission with you again.”
He turned to leave. “Hey!” Eli shouted. “What the hell are we supposed to do with the sarcophagus?”
“Why don’t you put it in your room and sleep with it for the night. See how you feel in the morning,” he shouted over his shoulder.
I looked at Eli, still not sure what we were supposed to do with the fucking thing. “So…your room?”



“It’s date number six, Jordan …” Rayma said, exasperated, horny, and looking hotter than she’d ever looked—in her opinion. “Can you at least kiss me for fuck’s sake?”
Jordan’s mouth twisted as he tried to hide his smile. “You really don’t care who can hear you, do you?”
Rayma rolled her eyes. “Sure fucking don’t. This is all just a game to you, isn’t it?”
“Couldn’t be further from a game, Rayma,” Jordan said, ushering them forward as they waited in line for a busy new restaurant that had just opened up downtown. Rayma had been trying to get a reservation for ages since everyone in her classes was just raving about the place, but so far, she hadn’t had any luck. Jordan, however, appeared to have pulled some strings and they had a reservation for eight o’clock.
She’d changed her outfit four times that night before finally deciding on an adorable but also ridiculously sexy long-sleeved black dress that hit her on her upper thigh and showed off what little cleavage she had in a lace-trimmed sweetheart neckline. Her black boots with the four-inch heels hit her knees, and the black leather jacket that she was also permanently borrowing from Pasha’s closet tied it all together perfectly. She kept her hair down in thick waves and wore tear-drop cubic zirconia earrings, because, well, she was a starving student, she ain’t got the scratch for diamonds.
Even with Jordan’s reservations, the restaurant was still packed and people were forced to wait outside in the cold as the staff hurried to clear and re-set tables.
She shivered where she stood, questioning her choice of attire since her entire thighs were exposed to the elements and a sharp breeze from the harbor was tickling her ass cheeks.
“Here.” He tugged her in front of him, wrapped his arms around her front and plastered her back to his chest. He pulled the sides of his open peacoat around her, enveloping her in his heat and decadent scent. “Better?”
“Infinitely,” she said. She pushed her ass back against his crotch and was pleased with the slight hitch to his breath. At least he wasn’t immune to her advances and friend-zoning her, which was what she thought was happening after date number two and he still didn’t even kiss her.
By date four she thought maybe she had bad breath or stunk. But after a thorough pit sniff and a lot of mouthwash, she determined that wasn’t the case, either.
Date five had her ready to end things right then and there, but then when he said he made reservations at Ellapora since the owner was a friend of a friend, she decided she’d at least see how date seven went before she decided to cut the hot, celibate cop loose.
She did another little hip shimmy and smiled to herself when he groaned and his cock jerked in his dress pants against the crease of her ass. “Careful,” he warned.





