Excerpt Reveal ~ The Optional Aunt ~ by ~ Zoe Hill

 

Title: The Optional Aunt
Series: Coalition Collection #2
Author: Zoe Hill
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: November 12, 2020

 

BLURB

 

She’s the older woman. He’s the man who killed her husband. 

 

 

Rosalie Carmichael has spent most of her life doing as she’s told. She is the perfect wife, a loving mother, and the aunt everyone calls on when they need a favor.

 

Her life is peaceful until her happy family is torn apart and she finds herself at the mercy of the Coalition once again.
Scared and alone for the first time since she was sixteen, Rosalie seeks comfort in the arms of her much younger bodyguard. Together they dream of a future where they’re free to love each other out in the open without fear of recriminations or bloody repercussions.

 

And for six short months it seems as if escape might be possible. 

 

Then the Coalition requests an urgent meeting, and Rosalie is left with an impossible choice.
Choose the bloodless—and loveless—option or follow her heart down the violent path to freedom?

 

The Optional Aunt is a dark and erotic romantic suspense novel set in a world where deception is the norm and the truth can’t be trusted. It is the second book in The Coalition Collection, a series of interconnected standalones featuring the Ingram-Greaves, Averell, Zidane, and Du Croix crime families. 

 

 

*Full-length novel, complete with a HEA, and can be read as a standalone*

 

 

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TRAILER
EXCERPT

 

A moment before Sophia and Ollie enter the room, Zoran takes a seat in the armchair opposite. When Ollie sits next to me, I smile at him and ask in a sunny voice, “Would you like me to make some lunch for the two of us?” 

 

My question deliberately excludes my brother and Sophia. It’s clear from Sophia’s expression that she can tell something happened between me and Zoran. When she shoots him a glance, lifting one eyebrow in a silent query, I pretend that the way they can communicate without words doesn’t hurt. I had that kind of connection with Aaron once—not that Zoran would care since he seems to believe he’s the only person worthy of a love that lasts a lifetime. Even though he lives much more dangerously than Aaron ever did, it seems my brother is exempt from the travails of the rest of us. His hypocrisy is astounding. If Sophia was hurt, he would move heaven and earth to hunt down her attacker. My husband is dead, yet he won’t offer me the same option.
“I could eat,” Ollie replies. He looks at Zoran while I quietly seethe at presumptuous brother. “Are you hungry?”
“You should get going,” I suggest with a sweet smile at Sophia. Intentionally avoiding my brother’s gaze, I continue, “We should keep as much distance between us as possible—that way Roman can’t suspect your involvement in my disappearance.”
“Ah.” Sophia looks between me and Zoran. “We might leave now.”
Biting the inside of my cheek, I cheerfully fake my way through their farewells. As their vehicle disappears down the long, unsealed driveway that leads back to the freeway, the anger I feel toward Zoran for his refusal to give me the answer I want energizes me as a plan consolidates in my head. Everyone seems determined to either push me toward Ollie or warn me away from him. They all feel as if their opinion should be the guiding light in my life. No matter which way I turn, someone is going to be disappointed.
None of them know what I’m going through. I was once a girl in love. Now, I’m just the ghost of the woman Aaron loved. Maybe it’s time for me to take what I need while I can? The deadline Roman has provided is fast approaching.
He wants a blushing bride to replace his dead wife. If I’m going to be tied to that monster for the rest of my life, I should make the most of the time I have before he claims me.
Once my Zoran’s Escalade is out of sight, I dart back inside the safe house. It’s a tiny, two-bedroom bungalow that’s tucked away in a small town on the coast between New York and New Haven. I’m pretty sure that Ollie has been here before—his eyes had lit up with memories when Zoran turned off the freeway. Good or bad, it was hard to tell. His expression had been shuttered by the time we entered the seaside cottage.
Hopefully, I have the medicine he needs to forget.
I rifle through my bags until I find the items I was looking for. Avoiding my reflection in the bathroom mirror so I don’t change my mind, I hurry to brush out my hair and adjust the red headband that holds my hair away from my face. The yellow sundress I pull on doesn’t quite fit the idea I have in mind, but it’ll have to do. Thankfully, it fits like a glove, accentuating my favorite features while camouflaging the signs of our ten-year age gap.
After allowing myself one glimpse in the glass above the basin, I rush through the bungalow until I find Ollie. He’s in the kitchen, shirtless as he rummages through the fridge. Although I’ve spent months platonically sharing his bed, I’ve steadfastly refused to commit the details of his body to memory. Now, that I’ve decided to pursue the forbidden, I allow my gaze to comb his body. From the impossibly broad shoulders, down past the tattoo of a shield with the words “Samaritan’s Soldiers MC Est. 1999” inked over his entire back, to his tight ass and sculpted thighs—every inch of Ollie is mouthwatering.
As he slowly turns around, I examine his chest. There is a posey of poppies inked down his ribs. A Celtic knot filled with shamrocks covers one side of his stomach. But it’s the tattoo of his chest, a Claddagh containing a Mystique cross, that captures my attention. Aaron had the same tattoo in exactly the same spot.
Seeing it verifies that I’m making the right choice.
If I can’t have my husband back, then I’ll settle for the next best thing. With three months of freedom left, I am determined to make the most of every second. By the time Roman claims me as his, there won’t be an inch of my body that remains untouched by the hands of the man he told me to stay away from.
“Holy fuck, Snow,” Ollie drawls. He balances a loaf of bread, ham hock, and sliced cheese in his arms. “You look… you look—what are you doing?”
Swaying my hips, I hold my shoulders back to thrust my half-exposed chest forward for his perusal. When I reach him, I remove the sandwich fixings from his hands, an item at a time, placing them on the bench, before I step close enough to press my breasts against his stomach. His harsh intake of breath makes my desire sing.
He wants me.
I suck my bottom lip into my mouth, biting down on it as I tilt my head to the side and purr, “I’ve been told you like to tie women up then fuck them until they scream for mercy.” The color drains from Ollie’s face. His eyes widen, then narrow to slits when I slide my hand down to his bulge. Cupping his cock over his shorts, I squeeze gently. “I want you to take me like that. Now.”
Ollie doesn’t answer me with words. He doesn’t need to. Seizing hold of my throat with the speed of a striking snake, he spins me around and bends me facedown over the dining table. Once he’s kicked my feet apart, he settles between my legs and presses his erection against my ass. Only the material of his shorts and the lace of my panties separates our skin. I push against him, hissing when he flips up my skirt and spanks my ass with one harsh blow.
He curls his body over mine and lowers his chin to my shoulder. After sinking his teeth into my lobe until I whimper, Ollie snarls in my ear, “You have no idea what you’re asking for, but you’re about to find out. Hold on, Snow… it’s about to get rough.”

 

 

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AUTHOR BIO

Zoe Hill is an Australian writer. Having found her niche spinning tales about love and villains, Zoe loves nothing better than typing all the words and consuming exorbitant amounts of coffee and Skittles while her teens are at school.

A country girl at heart, she is a rabid reader, a metal head, and UFC fanatic. When not writing, Zoe can be found chatting about plot bunnies with her menagerie of animals and musing out loud about how well she’s moonlighting as a competent wife and mother.

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Excerpt Reveal ~ Loki’s Luck ~ by ~ Monique Moreau

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To punish himself for his baby brother’s death, Loki is determined to live a life of abstinence – no partying, no women, no fun of any kind. He stays focused by throwing his energy into managing his MC’s gym. But when he’s roped into teaching a self-defense class, the supervisor threatens his self-control. She’s an annoying little pixie that loves butting into his business, but Loki still finds his gaze lingering on her curves.

As a social worker, Abby’s calling is to help troubled souls, and she’s never met anyone more broken than Loki. Determined to heal him, no matter what it takes, she offers him a deal: he can have her – any way he wants – if only he’ll share stories of his past with her. Whatever it takes for her to uncover the truth, she’s game.

But when Loki’s enemies hurt Abby in order to get to him, the biker revs up for a long-overdue fight. And he’ll have to convince Abby she’s safer by his side or risk losing all of the progress they made.

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Her brows notched together, and her bow-shaped lips pursed in an adorable pout of frustration. “What does this mean?”

“Doesn’t have to mean anything.”

She visibly winced and he clamped his lips together. Her spine snapped straight and rigid and stuttered out, “I-I see.”

Rising, he adjusted his cock to give it a modicum of relief. He reached for her jaw, but she flinched away from his touch. “I wasn’t using you.” He had to make sure she understood that much, at least.

Her eyes flashed. “Oh, I think that’s exactly what you were doing. Your ego got the best of you when you saw one of your friends flirting with me.”

His buzz popped like a balloon. Gripping her chin, he said, “Not true.”

Abby jerked away from him. Avoiding his direct gaze, she demanded, “Then, explain.”

“Babe, I don’t fuck women.”

Her eyes snapped to his. “Men? Why would you go down on me if you’re into men?”

“Not into men, either. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. I haven’t touched a woman in three years. Not a one. I haven’t touched myself in that amount of time either. That should tell you the power you have over me with that sexy, tight body of yours and that even tastier pussy. You’re one hell of a temptation, I’ll give you that much.”

“Three years,” she repeated. Her hand drifted down and settled on the outline of his cock.

“Want me to—”

Clasping her hand, he dragged it off him. “No.”

Her brows drew close together, her lashes batting quickly. “But, why?”

He shook his head once. “Not your business. It happened, but it can’t happen again.”

“Why not?” she huffed, squeezing hard one more time before slipping her hand off him.

“Because it can’t.”

“Fine, then I’ll find someone else to take care of my needs.”

She was goading, but his stomach roiled at the thought of Whistle, or any man, on his knees with his nose in the pussy that he’d just made come. His hand captured her jaw, not painful but enough to make his point, while his eyes locked on hers. “Not a brother. Or any man I know. I’m warning you, Abby. I can’t be with you, but I will hurt any man who touches you. Don’t play me. I can be a jealous, vindictive son of a bitch when I want. I’m a Pandora’s box you don’t want pried open. Leave it be.”

About Monique

Growing up in New York City, I used to walk the hot pavements in the melting heat of the long summers, and dream. Uptown to downtown, eastside to the westside, and underground to catch a subway racing out into the boroughs.

During my wanderings, my magic pencil spun out fantasies full of romance, with first meetings, heartbreaks, and reunions. Sometimes my boy crush (unrequited, of course) starred as the hero.

I grew up, and after a stint in art school, became a lawyer ‘cuz a woman’s got to make a living. I came from parents who fled to France as refugees, and as an attorney, I dedicated my work to helping survivors of trauma and persecution.

I believe in them. In their grit, in their determination to hold on, to pull through and, somehow, someway, to keep themselves intact, body and soul. Perhaps that is why I am drawn to writing stories of men and women who live through heart-rending pain, desperate yearnings and, ultimately, reach a place of redemption.

For a long time, I fought the urge to veer off the expected, safe path until I couldn’t go on unless I took a chance and made a change. I began to write, stopped, and began again. Finally, I gave in and here I am. Come join me on my journey…

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Excerpt Reveal ~ A Shot At Amore ~ by ~ Nora James

Today we have the excerpt reveal of Nora James’ A SHOT OF AMORE! Check out this gorgeous new romance and pre-order your copy today!

Title: A Shot of Amore

Author: Nora James

Genre: Romance

Release Date: October 12th

About A Shot of Amore:

Second chance love has never been so alluring … or dangerous.

When Sofia returns to the small town of Sant’Agosto in Central Italy to take care of her sick aunt, she doesn’t expect to find Antonio, her childhood sweetheart, there. He’s back from Rome, has turned into the sexiest man alive – and he carries a gun. That’s because, as Vice Commander of a special operations group, he fights the Mafia on a daily basis.

Can Antonio be trusted with Sofia’s heart? Or will he disappoint her as he did when they were teens?

For Antonio, the situation is even more fraught: should he push Sofia away to protect her from his dangerous world, or let her love him although it could cost her life?

 

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Suddenly, a hand tugged at Antonio’s shoulder and spun him around. His mouth fell open when he saw Sofia standing there, rage in her eyes.

 

‘Sofia, my god!’ His only thought was what would happen if she were somehow caught in this mission, hurt, or worse. ‘It’s not what you think.’

‘Oh, yeah?’ Her cheeks were as red as the cross on the box that the Mafia was picking up. Her arm pulled back, gathering strength, and her hand came so close to his cheek that he could feel the heat from it. She took it away without slapping him, forming a fist instead.

‘I’ll neutralise her,’ hissed Marta, raising a fist ready to knock the wind out of Sofia.

‘Marta, no! It’s an order.’ Antonio latched onto Marta’s arm, holding it back. The last thing he needed was to draw attention to the two women while Luca was dealing with the Mafiosi.

‘That’s right, Mr Big Shot. Tell all your chicks what to do.’ Sofia was yelling now, trembling like a leaf ready to fall off a tree. ‘Last night, if you hadn’t burned the food, we would have been in bed. And today you say you have to go to work when you’re parading around with some woman. You heard me, lady, he would have cheated on you, too, last night, if I’d let him. Antonio De Santis, you are a disgusting, filthy pig. What am I saying? Compared to you, pigs are adorable.’

Antonio turned to check on the ambulance men, at the same time as they stared at him. ‘Fuck! It’s a set up!’ yelled one of them, probably recognising Antonio, and the Mafiosi both pulled out their guns while running back to the ambulance, the box in hand.

Luca fumbled for his gun, half crouching down, while Marta aimed calmly at the first man and took the shot.

Meanwhile, one of the Mafiosi aimed at Sofia. ‘Hey, De Santis, this is for your bitch and you!’

‘No!’ screamed Antonio, throwing himself in front of her and pushing her out of the way so hard that she seemed to fly through the air.

In that instant, pain rushed through his body and he had no idea where it originated. He was all pain, nothing but pain, every single one of his nerve endings on high alert, the agony robbing him of his breath.

He fell to his knees, aware only of how cold he suddenly became, and he wanted to scream, he wanted to cry, but even tears seemed to require more energy than was left in him.

And then Antonio’s world turned black.

Pitch black, as if someone had switched him off.

His last thought was that Sofia had to make it out alive.

 

About Nora James:

Nora James grew up in Australia, before spending several years in Paris where she studied, worked and met the Frenchman who would soon become her husband. In her mid-twenties she returned to Western Australia with her spouse, read law at UWA and travelled extensively through her employment as an international resources lawyer and translator.

 

In 2016 she and her husband returned to France. She now writes novels from the home in coastal Brittany that the couple share with their daughter and a menagerie of furry friends.

 

When Nora’s not dreaming up stories she can be found in the garden growing vegetables, in the kitchen cooking up a storm or on the couch reading a good book.

 

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Excerpt Reveal ~ The Prince Who Loved Me ~ by ~ Abigail Sharpe

Read on to meet Prince Charming himself and enjoy an excerpt from The Prince Who Loved Me by Abigail Sharpe!
It releases September 23rd.

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“How come you’ve never had a steady girlfriend? When I first met you there was always some woman hanging around. But no one lately.”

The question took him off guard, but he laughed it off, even as he ached to skim his fingers down the smooth contours of her cheek. He’d drawn them often enough to have the lines memorized. “How do you know? Maybe I come to Fountenoy Hall when I want a break away from her.”

“No, you would have told us.”

Sebastien shrugged, his chest tightening. It was the perfect opening to confess his feelings, but not less than twenty-four hours after breaking up with someone.

“I want what Rob and Wendy have.” Brandi sat back, a wistful note in her voice. “What Wendy’s parents have. My mom would always say how boring it must be to sleep with the same man for decades, but the longest she was ever with a man was three years.” She ran her finger along the leather crease of the seat.

“When are you going to let me jet you off to my castle and turn you into a princess?” One of these days, she’d realize he was serious.

She laughed, as usual. “You always know what to say to make me feel better, Prince Charming.” She reached for handle and let herself out of the car.

Sebastien hauled her luggage out of the backseat and followed her to the back door. They entered the deserted kitchen.

A voice came from the darkness. “Oh, it’s just you.”

Brandi jumped at the sound, but Sebastien reached for the light and revealed Wendy standing in the far corner, holding a plate of chocolate chip cookies. She brought up a hand to shield her eyes, her long night shirt scooting up her legs. “You startled me. I wasn’t expecting you home for two days.” She gave Sebastien a quick glance with raised eyebrows. He knew what she was asking: how he got involved when he was supposed to be out of town. She ought to know the answer. Brandi came calling, and he was there.

“Yeah, well, things changed,” Brandi said. Her voice took on a defensive tone and her hands moved a little, before Sebastien saw her forcibly relax. He wanted to hug her right there. She was learning. Not everything from her cousin was criticism.

Footsteps sounded down the back stairs, and Rob made an appearance in the kitchen, casual in a t-shirt and a pair of shorts. “Ah, that’s what kept you down here.”

Sebastien raised an eyebrow.

“Get your mind out of the gutter. I was getting snacks for our movie.” She turned to her cousin. “What are you doing home, anyway?”

Sebastien stayed silent. It was Brandi’s tale to tell.

“Got any whiskey?” she asked.

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ABOUT ABIGAIL:

Abigail is a Boston-bred Yankee now eating grits and saying “y’all” in North Central Florida. Content specialist by day, she doesn’t don a cape at night, but spends her time writing passionate and playful contemporary romance.

When she’s not writing, she can be found wearing a corset and singing bawdy songs with Just Desserts, an a cappella musical comedy act, at places that won’t throw them out. All hail low altos!

Abigail lives with her husband, two kids, and one crazy princess puppy. You can keep up with her at www.Facebook.com/AbigailSharpeBooks. She has a website, too, but it’s horribly outdated, and she’d rather write books than fix the HTML. Only go there if you want to sign up for her newsletter, which she publishes sporadically.

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Excerpt Reveal ~ Cutter’s Claim ~ by ~ Monique Moreau

🔥 HIGH HEAT WARNING! 🔥
Keep reading for an excerpt from Cutter’s Claim by Monique Moreau.
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BLURB:

Who needs more than bikes and willing women? Not Cutter. Until he meets Greta, a former biker princess who turned her back on club life. She challenges him every step of the way, and Cutter doesn’t tolerate disobedience.

Greta lives by one rule: No Bikers. She didn’t escape her father’s MC and build a new life for herself just to be brought down by a dirty biker. Not even hot, domineering Cutter could change her mind.

Cutter is ready to play dirty. In their battle of wills, he begins to master her deepest desires. Can she find the inner strength to submit to him? Meanwhile, a danger from the past lurks in the shadows—ready to pounce.

Cutter’s Claim is a steamy, standalone bad boy biker romance with plenty of heat.

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CHAPTER ONE:

Beads of sweat slid off the woman’s flanks and drenched the bedsheets. Cutter rolled off her, floating on the high of a good fuck. It had taken the edge off. Tomorrow was the third Saturday of the month. Tommy’s day. Lying beside her, he cast a glance sideways and blew out a gust of frustration. It had been a mistake to fuck her twice.

He swung his legs over the side of the bed and planted them on the carpet. Christ, his balls were gonna freeze off. Late March in Utica did that to a man. He glanced over his shoulder at Mandy, her chin propped on her hand, her eyes following his movements with greed. Her red-dyed hair matched the smear of lipstick around her lurid grin. Rolling onto her belly, she jiggled her pink ass at him. He gave her what she wanted, a sharp slap to each butt cheek.

“More, Cutter, more,” she pleaded.

Of course, she wants more. His rep preceded him wherever he went in the circuit of motorcycle clubs. He was a magnet for a certain kind of woman with a certain desire. It was common for brothers to deal with women wanting to be their old lady or baby mama, but he got it twice as bad. Women knew about a biker named Cutter, and his knack for satisfying a woman’s kink with singular talent. They vied to be one of his “speed-dial bitches.”

“The more you beg, the less you get.”

The energy roaring through his system crashed like a downed Blackhawk. Since Prez got sick, sex left a pile of rubble free-falling into the pit of his stomach. Bracing his arms on the futon, he pushed himself up. Even before Prez, his mind began to wander. He’d switched up his routine, amped up his techniques, but still, he was left worn out. For a man who’d turned thirty a month ago, that was wack.

Buck naked, he disposed of the used condom. He returned from the bathroom, moving around the space and releasing Mandy from the ropes around her wrists. A kiss on the crown of her head and then he gathered his tools. Following a ritual of cleansing, they were returned to their proper places in the drawers. Mandy’s lips drew down into a pout. She crawled toward him as he stood by the plastic drawer storage that doubled as a night table and grabbed his hand. Christ, her antics.

Swiping the underside of her breast, he instructed, “Time to go, babe, I got things to do. Be a good girl and drag your panties over that sweet, blistering ass. Make sure the elastic band scrapes up my marks real good.” He cupped the back of her neck and gave her a bruising kiss before turning his back to her.

In the bathroom, he twisted the lock. Lifting his head to the cracked mirror above the sink, Cutter took a hard look at himself. He scratched the prickly scruff on his jaw. Been a while since he’d shaved. His deep-set eyes made him look rough enough without adding facial hair. He liked to keep things easy. Chill, relaxed, mellow. Those were the words people used to describe him. Except in the bedroom, where he exercised absolute control over women. He was the yang to their yin.

About Monique

Growing up in New York City, I used to walk the hot pavements in the melting heat of the long summers, and dream. Uptown to downtown, Eastside to the Westside, and underground to catch a subway racing out into the boroughs.

During my wanderings, my magic pencil spun out fantasies full of romance, with first meetings, heartbreaks, and reunions. Sometimes my boy crush (unrequited, of course) starred as the hero.

I grew up, and after a stint in art school, became a lawyer ‘cuz a woman’s got to live. I came from parents who fled to France as refugees, and as an attorney, I dedicated my work to helping survivors of trauma and persecution.

I believe in them. In their grit, in their determination to hold on, to pull through and, somehow, someway, to keep themselves, body and soul, intact.

Perhaps that is why I am drawn to writing stories of men and women who live through heart-rending pain, desperate yearnings and, ultimately, a place of redemption.

I, myself, fought the urge to get off the expected, safe path for a long time. Until one day I couldn’t go on unless I took a chance and made a change. I began to write, stopped, and began again … and again until

I gave in to it and here I am.

Come join me on my journey as a debut author.

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Excerpt Reveal ~ Subscriber Wars ~ by ~ Kristy Marie

𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐬, 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐲, 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐦-𝐜𝐨𝐦 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭-𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫, 𝐊𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞! 🎬
 
𝑬𝒙𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒑𝒕
“Tsk. Tsk. Those rippled hills of ab muscles won’t save you, my little friend.”
I watch as the drop of water trails the length of Sebastian’s chest, dripping down his belly button. “Ah shit, wrong turn. Now, you’ll die a slow death in those stupid yellow shorts of his.”
The drop of water absorbs into the fabric of his waistband and disappears from sight. “Farewell, my friend. Hell might be hard, tanned and smell like sunscreen and moonshine, but the ruler is quite the dickhead.”
I’m over caffeinated and hangry as I watch as the chair thief behind the window slips a t-shirt over his head and fills a glass of water straight from the tap, pausing long enough to pop what looks to be a painkiller. It appears our neighborhood hoebag had a rough night and an even rougher morning, considering he pretty much crawled to the kitchen.
A pot of coffee brews while he leans both hips against the counter, waiting while he smashed his temples between his palms. Poor baby. It’s hard staying pretty when you’re trashed and sleep deprived, but somehow he manages, which is really a shame.
The last time I was hungover I looked like a literal troll, hissing at Aspen when she offered to wash the dirt and leaves out of my hair before I crawled into bed.
I frown at the window at his perfectly coifed hair and celebrity housewife complexion. He might look like he’s put together on the outside but underneath those ugly shorts is a mess of a man with the personality of a house cat.
Sebastian’s hand drops slowly from his temple and hovers in the air. He’s staring directly at me when he lowers all his fingers but the middle one.
Good morning to you too, jerk.
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I can explain.
Kind of.
I realize the wig and makeup don’t help my case, but that’s not the point.
The point is, Sebastian came at me first.
He’s the one who started this war, but I’m the one who finished it.
I’m not even sorry about it.
Fine. Maybe I am. A little.
That’s the only explanation as to why I just agreed to play his fake girlfriend so he—we—can win a million dollars in the hottest reality show contest ever filmed on campus.
Don’t get it wrong though, Sebastian and I may look like we love each other, but everyone knows reality TV is nothing but scripted lies and staged kisses.
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Excerpt Reveal ~ From Son to Soldier ~ by ~ K.L. Myers

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Being part of the Vicci Crime Family isn’t my birthright, but it runs through my blood just as deep as if it were. My destiny was set the minute Angelo Rizzuto married my mother, despite my parents trying to shelter me from it all.

La Cosa Nostra. Before God or family. The vow my father took was the same vow that destroyed everything I knew. And it was now the pledge I honored alongside him.

“With My Life”—words spoken from the deepest depths of my soul, a promise I made to Giovanna Panzica the moment our paths crossed. But I quickly learned that the repercussions that follow one wrong decision can last a lifetime.

My story became a tale of how a vendetta can shape a good boy into an evil man. I don’t know if there’s hope for my soul or if I’m destined to live a life of crime, but I do hope I can keep my promise to Giovanna no matter how my final chapter ends.

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Thirteen years ago, I sat at this table with Angelo, drinking a glass of milk and eating chocolate chip cookies. I remember it as if it happened yesterday.

“Angelwhoa, those bad men hurt you. I was scared.”

He took a bite of the cookie he had just dunked in his glass before answering me. “I’m going to be just fine, Peanut. Nothing but a scratch.”

Even as a kid, I knew it was much more than a scratch, but Angelo was my superhero, and as long as he was around, I’d always be safe.

“They scared me. You won’t let anything happen to me, right?”

“As long as I’m here, little man, you’ll always be safe. I promise. With my life.”

He raised his fingers to his lips, kissed them, and then crossed his heart. “God as my witness, I’d die before any harm came to you or anyone you love.”

I crawled out of my chair, taking my glass with me, and moved towards the other side of the table. My cup wobbled as I placed it on the table and climbed into the big guy’s lap.

“I wuv you, Angelwoa. Forever.”

“Back at ya, Ragazzino.”

Four years later, once again, we sat at the table in our same seats celebrating my eighth birthday. That’s the day Angelo told me he’d like to marry my mom and wanted my permission.

“You’ll really be my dad if I say yes?”

His deep throaty chuckle filled the kitchen. “I’ll be your dad if your mom says yes. But first, you have to tell me it’s okay to ask her.”

“Mom loves you. She’ll say yes, so you have my permission.”

He ruffled the hair on the top of my head. “I sure hope you’re right, buddy.”

“I’m right.”

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Excerpt Reveal ~ Ancient Dreams ~ by ~ J.P. Roth

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Title: Ancient Dreams

Author: J.P. Roth

Genre: Fantasy

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“My tale starts with a ‘once upon a time’ — A long time ago, beings lived who could control the elements, immortality, and time. We called them gods and gave them our worship. They played with us like toys, took our lives and sabotaged our love. Now, the gods are myths. Stories in books—not to be confused with our modern world. I believed this until I found myself tumbling into a dream. This dream takes me to another life. To a forgotten time in a bloody age. I dream of Hades’s son and a lustful goddess. I dream of limitless power and revolving time. I dream a death and love that was mine.

My name is Cara Wynter— and this is my story.”

Cara Wynter, is a literature student living with her twin sister, Lily, in Fairhaven Washington. A daughter of witches, touch brings Cara only pain; dark visions of pasts and futures she can rarely change. Already fighting to exist in her strange reality, she is plagued by reoccurring dreams of her own death. In a desperate attempt to unlock the secrets in the violent images, she finds herself lost in a contest between love—and the will of the ancient gods. With only forgotten memories and the pages of a book to guide her, she struggles to understand her past. In order to break a deadly curse, Cara must face her worst fears—to save the soul of a god she has treasured for centuries, and a love she can’t live without

 

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I took a deep inhale, not caring that it burned my raw throat. The fresh air soothed my battered face. I climbed into my car and started the engine. I drove for a while, time and trees flashing past me. I thought about the knife going into the little girl’s neck. My heart ached for her, for her family; then, I thought of my dream, the painful reality of the blade. I remembered what it felt like to die. A confusing torrent of emotions burned in my chest; pity for the dead child, and who she might have become, hope that the owner of the Cinderella pin still lived, and fear that she would die screaming—that we both would. Another image filled my mind. Him, leaning over me, a look in his eyes that spoke of an emotion deeper than love, his beautiful voice twisted in agony, begging me to stay, pleading for me to fight the cold finality of death. For Lily, the answers were out there, hiding somewhere between the stars, I couldn’t agree. Night was falling, with it, came only darkness.

 

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Author, dreamer and wild child extraordinaire: JP Roth is an American Novelist, and owner of Rothic comics, founded in 2012, through which she has produced and published five of her original series. JP Roth in California with her beautiful family, and their adorable Bichon Frise. Her days are spent writing fanciful stories, walking on the beach, and attending comic conventions across the globe. While JP Roth enjoys travelling to exotic locations, she admittedly prefers to stay home, wrapped in a soft fluffy blanket, drinking tea and penning her next novel.

 

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Excerpt Reveal ~ The Anti-Boyfriend ~ by ~ Penelope Ward

Title: The Anti-Boyfriend
Author: Penelope Ward
Genre: Standalone Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 31, 2020

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From New York Times bestselling author
Penelope Ward, comes a new standalone novel.
At first,
my neighbor Deacon frustrated me.
Sure, he
was great-looking and friendly.
But our
walls were thin, and on occasion, he’d bring women to his place and keep me
awake while he “entertained” them.
As a single
mother to an infant, I didn’t appreciate it.
So, finally
it was my turn.
When my
daughter wouldn’t stop wailing one night, Mr. Manwhore came knocking on my
door.

Miraculously,
at the sound of his voice, Sunny stopped crying. And when he held her…she
eventually fell asleep in his arms.
Deacon was
rough on the exterior, but apparently on the inside? Mr.
Single-and-Ready-to-Mingle was a baby whisperer.
After that
night, we became friends.
He’d go for
coffee runs. Come over to chat. Normal friend stuff.
But over
time, our conversations ran deeper. We got closer.
Until one
night we crossed the line.
Our
friendship turned into a complicated mess.
I’d gone
and fallen for a guy who’d sworn off commitment and kids.
I knew
Deacon was starting to care for me too, even though Sunny and I didn’t fit into
any plan he’d ever imagined for himself.
He was
wrong for me—so wrong that I’d dubbed him the “anti-boyfriend.”
Then why
did I wish more than anything that I could be the one woman to change him?

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Copyright © 2020
By Penelope Ward
Today, just as I got back to my door, Deacon was exiting his apartment.
“Oh, hey, Carys-Like-Paris. How goes it?” He flashed a wide smile.
When people ask me my name, for some stupid reason, I sometimes answer,
“Carys, like Paris,” particularly when I’m nervous. That was the case the first
time I met Deacon.
A whiff of his amazing smell put my body on alert. He looked handsome as
always. Today he wore a camel-colored suede coat with a shearling collar. His
blue eyes, which stood out against his tanned skin, glimmered under the
fluorescent lights overhead, which also brought out the copper tint to his
otherwise medium-brown hair. He was at least six-foot-two—a beanstalk to my
five-foot-four self.
This was my opportunity to bring up last night. But now that he was right
here, towering over me, his musky smell saturating the air, I seemed to have
lost the words. Still, I was determined to speak up now or never.
My heartbeat accelerated. Here
goes.
Still out of breath from my sprint up the stairs, I said, “Well,
honestly, in answer to your question… I’d love to say I’m doing great, but I
had a hard time getting to sleep last night. So, I’ve been better.”
He frowned. “I’m sorry to hear that.”
“Actually, it’s sort of your fault.”
Deacon’s forehead crinkled. “My fault?”
“Yeah. I don’t know if you realize this, but your bed is right up against
mine, on the opposite side of the wall. Your…interactions…last night woke me up, and I had a hard time getting
back to sleep.”
Boom.
There.
Said it.
Deacon closed his eyes momentarily. “Shit. I’m sorry. I didn’t know you
were right behind me.”
“Yeah. It’s basically like I’m…right there.”
“Well, that was rude of me. I should’ve invited you to join.”
What? It felt
like all my blood rushed to my head.
He held out his palms. “I’m kidding. Bad sense of humor comes out when I
feel awkward, I guess.”
Slipping a piece of my hair behind my ear, I brushed off his comment. “I
know you’re kidding.”
“Totally kidding.” He smiled. “But I’ll try to be more considerate now
that I know you can hear everything. You should’ve said something.”
I tilted my head. “How exactly would that have worked? Barging in on two
naked people? That’s why I’m saying something now.”
“Solid point. But I take it last night wasn’t the first time you
overheard things?”
I looked down at my feet. “No, it wasn’t.”
“You could’ve banged on the wall or something.”
“I’m not one to rudely interrupt someone’s…personal happenings. I just
wanted you to be aware of the situation. We don’t need to discuss it further.”
“Maybe we should come up with a code.”
“What do you mean?”
“Like, If I’m disturbing your peace, you play a song and crank it up to
send me a message.” He snapped his fingers. “Something ironic like ‘The Sounds
of Silence’ by Simon and Garfunkel.”
“Can’t exactly crank up a song when a baby is sleeping.”
His smile faded. “See? That goes to show you how clueless I am. Clueless
and so sorry, Carys. Truly. I’ll try not to let it happen again.”
“It better not, fuckboy!” a voice shouted from behind one of the
apartment doors.
Deacon and I turned around in unison. I noticed Mrs. Winsbanger’s door
move across the hall. The old lady must have been listening in. She lived
alone, and I often spotted her peeking out her door, spying on people.
Deacon grimaced. “Mrs. Winsbanger loves me.”
“Apparently I’m not the only one who overheard things last night,” I
said.
His face turned red. His embarrassment was a bit surprising. I’d expected
him to be more cocky.
“I’ll move my bed to the other side of the room. That should help.”
“Well, that would be nice, if it’s not too much trouble.”
“It’s not.”
Happy to have the conversation over with, I let out a long breath. “Okay,
well, I’ll let you get going.”
He didn’t budge and seemed to be examining my face. “You okay?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“You seem frazzled.”
Well, yeah. I didn’t
get good sleep, I’m trying to get things done in possibly the only hour of the
day I have free, and we just had the most awkward conversation EVER.
“This is just me—my life. I have what could be barely more than an hour
to eat my lunch and have some quiet time before my daughter wakes up from her
nap.”
“Ah.” He scratched his chin. “How old is she now?”
“Six months.”
Deacon knew I was a single mom. He’d run into me one day and helped me
bring groceries in while I tried to juggle Sunny and her stroller.
I was just about to head back inside my apartment when his voice stopped
me.
“Do you need anything?”
I wasn’t entirely sure what he meant. “Like what?”
“Something from the store? A…coffee, maybe? I’m just headed out to run a
quick errand, but I can stop somewhere on the way back.”
“It’s the least you can do, monkey balls!” Mrs. Winsbanger chimed in from
across the hall.
She was apparently still listening.
“Did she just fucking call me monkey
balls
?” he whispered.
At that moment, I lost it. Laughter got a hold of me, and it took almost
a minute before I could even speak. Deacon laughed, too, but I think he was
more cracking up at my reaction.
“No idea why she just called you monkey balls. But I haven’t laughed this
hard in weeks.”
After I finally calmed down, Deacon repeated his earlier question.
“Anyway, as I was saying, can I get you a coffee or something?”
His offer gave me pause. It was rare that anyone asked if I needed
anything. I had a couple of good friends in the city, but they worked and had
busy social lives. It wasn’t like they were around in the middle of the day to
run to the store for me. And given that it was fall in New York, it was getting
chilly out. I had to have a damn good reason to take Sunny out in the cold.
Honestly, I was dying for a latte from Starbucks. Running to the coffee
shop was definitely something people without babies took for granted. It wasn’t
worth having to bundle Sunny up.
“I would love a vanilla latte from Starbucks, if you pass one on your way
back,” I finally said.
“Done.” He smiled. “That’s it?”
“Just one pump of vanilla would be great.”
“One pump. Got it. Anything else?”
“Isn’t that enough? It’s hardly a necessity. I shouldn’t be taking
advantage.”
“Take advantage of me. What else do you need? Seriously. It’s the least I
can do after disturbing your peace last night.”
Take advantage of me. Yup. Mind straight in the gutter.
“You’re not my gopher.”
“Carys….” His baritone voice turned serious, and he repeated in a slow
and exaggerated manner, “What. Do. You. Need? I could run to the store.”
There was something else I
desperately needed.
“Diapers?” I said hesitantly.
“Okay.” He laughed. “You’re gonna have to help me out with those. I’ve
never purchased them in my life.”
Before I could tell him what size, he handed me his phone. I was all too
aware of the brief touch of his hand.
“Enter your digits. I’ll text you from the store to make sure I get the
right kind.”
I did as he said before handing him back the phone, once again enjoying
the contact from that brief exchange. Cheap thrills were as good as it got
these days.
He put it in his pocket. “Anything else?”
“Not that I can think of.”
“Alright. Well, if you change your mind, you can let me know when I
text.”
“Thank you. I really appreciate
it.”
“Talk to ya in a bit,” he said before heading down the hall.
I stood by my door and watched him walk away. The view from the back was
just as good as the front. And moreover, it seemed Deacon was just as lovely on
the inside as he was on the outside.
“One pump my ass,” I heard Mrs. Winsbanger say before she slammed her
door.

 

Author Bio
Penelope
Ward is a New York Times, USA Today and #1 Wall Street Journal bestselling
author of contemporary romance.
She grew up
in Boston with five older brothers and spent most of her twenties as a
television news anchor. Penelope resides in Rhode Island with her husband, son,
and beautiful daughter with autism.
With over two
million books sold, she is a 21-time New York Times bestseller and the author
of over twenty novels. Her books have been translated into over a dozen
languages and can be found in bookstores around the world.
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Excerpt Reveal ~ Kingdom’s Reign ~ by ~ Monique Moreau

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A grieving biker. A love jaded attorney. Can they heal each other’s wounds?

Since the death of his patch brother, Kingdom has felt nothing but rage and loss. Until, he meets Sage on a trip to a tattoo shop to get fresh ink for his fallen brother. She’s sexy. Brilliant. And exactly the kind of challenge that makes him ache. If asked whether he deserves her, Kingdom’s straight-up answer would be, hell no. But, nothing will stop him from taking what’s his. Not even her.

Being a no-nonsense defense attorney, the second Sage caught her fiancé cheating she’d sworn off men. While breaking that rule for a tatted up member of an MC seems like a monumentally bad idea, she can’t fight her attraction to Kingdom. When he invites her on a ride, she finds herself wanting so much more. Sage yearns to indulge in one of the sexiest and most dangerous men she’s met, but fears risking her battered heart.

Can the unlikely pair help each other move on from the wounds of the past? Or will club tensions with a rival MC find a way to use their weaknesses against them?

Chapter One – Kingdom

“What’s your name, girl?”

“My name is Sage,” she huffed. “But FYI, I haven’t been a girl for quite some time.”

Kingdom grinned. Her gaze jumped to the dimple at the side of his lips. He’d never liked it, but he had to admit it was useful with the women.

“I stand corrected.” He let his eyes wander all over her in an unhurried fashion. “You’re all woman.”

Heat tinged her cheekbones, but she gave him a noncommittal shrug. He spotted the flare of interest in her eyes. It caught fire and smoldered in his belly. Kingdom braced the counter with one hand and leaned toward her ever so slightly. He was pleased when her body gravitated toward him like an animal seeking refuge with one of its own kind.

Evading his blatant come-on, Sage said conversationally, “Most people don’t ask for advice. It’s a shame to waste Angel’s talent with boring tattoos like butterflies or the Grim Reaper.”

He pulled away and countered in mock offense, “GR is not boring.”

Again, he noticed that when he moved away from her, she instinctively inclined toward him before she briskly hauled herself upright.

“You may have a point,” she concurred. “A woman came in the other day with a drawing she made for a tattoo of butterflies in flight. The butterfly at the base of her spine was in a pencil outline. Each subsequent butterfly circling up her spine became more detailed and colored. The last one, just below her neck, burst out in Technicolor. I thought it was a beautiful representation her personal journey of transformation. Her manner of interpreting the idea was touching.” Sage scrunched her nose. “I doubt the average woman wants a caterpillar and chrysalis on her back for her entire life.”

Kingdom chased her expressions and gestures as she relayed her story. He had stopped listening to specific words, instead tuning into the vibrant thrumming energy between them. A fierce, unexplainable sensation lashed against the sides of his ribs. His fingers snagged the edges of his leather vest and gripped them hard.

There was an affinity between them, no doubt, but he had no template for instant connections. Fascination lured him in, not with cut-offs revealing butt cheeks like the club women, but with her odd mix of softness and intensity. She had an air of innocence mixed with a passion he’d forgotten existed. In his world, innocence died a swift death.

“What about skulls?” he suggested just to keep her luscious lips moving and the smart words flying from her mouth.

Sage’s pursed her lips in distaste. “Not a big fan. I tend to like pretty things.”

“You don’t say. That’s ’cause you’re a pretty thing.” He angled his head, his gaze lingering on her.

She fidgeted under the weight of his perusal. Quickly, her head dipped down at his compliment, embarrassment splashing pink across her cheeks. Other than her blush, she refused to acknowledge his flirtation. Twice now.

Bitches always, and he meant always, responded to him. Hell, he didn’t put effort into baggin’ women, especially civilians. Most times, hangers-on were the worst. They didn’t know how to play the game. Got clingy.

He couldn’t put words to why this woman affected him. Surprisingly, he didn’t mind so much, but it was beneath the Vice President of the Demon Squad to show undue interest in any female, much less one separate from his world.

About Monique

Growing up in New York City, I used to walk the hot pavements in the melting heat of the long summers, and dream. Uptown to downtown, Eastside to the Westside, and underground to catch a subway racing out into the boroughs.

During my wanderings, my magic pencil spun out fantasies full of romance, with first meetings, heartbreaks, and reunions. Sometimes my boy crush (unrequited, of course) starred as the hero.

I grew up, and after a stint in art school, became a lawyer ‘cuz a woman’s got to live. I came from parents who fled to France as refugees, and as an attorney, I dedicated my work to helping survivors of trauma and persecution.

I believe in them. In their grit, in their determination to hold on, to pull through and, somehow, someway, to keep themselves, body and soul, intact.

Perhaps that is why I am drawn to writing stories of men and women who live through heart-rending pain, desperate yearnings and, ultimately, a place of redemption.

I, myself, fought the urge to get off the expected, safe path for a long time. Until one day I couldn’t go on unless I took a chance and made a change. I began to write, stopped, and began again … and again until

I gave in to it and here I am.

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