Marriages can be fragile, shattered, broken, destroyed…Holly Gallagher hoped she would find love. That she’d have a happy life, unlike her parents. Those hopes are dashed when her family arranges for her to marry. She prays that she won’t end up like her mother. Bitter. Twisted. Evil.That is until she realizes who she’s marrying. A monster.Romero Bianchi has given his life to the Famiglia. He doesn’t love and he certainly doesn’t do attachments. Everything he’s done is for the family. Nothing was going to ever change that.Until Holly.She breaks his resolve, piece by piece. She weaves herself deep inside his heart.He’ll do anything for his wife. Protect her with his dying breath.But being part of the Mafia isn’t easy. With enemies at every corner it’s hard to know where the threat is coming from.When Holly’s taken, Romero shows the world what happens when someone takes what’s his.Now he’s racing against the clock to find her before it’s too late.
Brooke is a Londoner born and raised. She lives with her husband and their daughter. She’s a foul mouthed, dirty minded weirdo. An introvert and would rather spend the night in front of the fire reading, rather than going out and partying.
JP Roth’s excited about the new release of her paranormal romance, Blood and Shadow! Check it out and be sure to order your copy today!
Title: Blood and Shadow
Author: JP Roth
Genre: Paranormal Romance
About Blood and Shadow:
It’s a strange thing to wake up dead, knowing you are standing in the center of unchangeable destiny—strange, yet acceptable. When the moment holds the death of someone you love—that’s where the rules of destiny deserve to be broken.
Cara Wynter read a book that told her stories of another place, a forgotten time. As she read, she remembered the man she loved—the dark stranger in her dreams, re-lived her own death in his arms. Now, he is in front of her, wanting her, loving her, desperate to save her, even from herself.
From the dark halls of Hades to the hidden mountains of Transylvania, Cara finds herself falling yet again for the man who once traded his soul to save her own. Spells, witches, mythical creatures, and ancient, avenging gods threaten her daily. Terrifying, emerging powers and twisted murders—are her new normal. The horrors she tried for years to ignore, come for her with a vengeance, dragging her into a hidden world of fantasy, and magic.
The candle flame danced in the foggy mirror. It lit the small, black cracks running around all four sides. I remembered the mirror and the world it leads to—creatures who glowed like me, mermaids, and minotaur dancing with the unimaginable. Drake had taken us back to Limbo. This morning, I had stood beside him on the stone steps of the castle bridge as a rider brought him a wax sealed message. He read it quickly—while I felt like I had fallen into the fourteen hundreds—then shoved it crumpled in his pocket, cursing a stream of words in a language I only partially understood. Everything after that point happened in a whirl, he swept through the house like an avenging tornado, nearly grabbing Lily and Alexie and shoving us all into a carriage, then, a white rattling taxi. He pulled us down a long alley, and we went through the small, wooden door. We stepped inside the dark room, badly lit by that single candle, sitting under the large, silver mirror—always burning. The torn purple wallpaper, and grey stones were the same, the corners populated in numerous, intricate webs spun by tired spiders.
Drake waved his hand in front of the flame, and the mirror rippled like water. I heard Lily’s sharp intake of breath, squeezed back when she grabbed my hand.
“Are you afraid?” I whispered.
Lily snorted. “Of course not.” I felt her hands starting to get hot, she glanced at them, then back at me. “I’m never afraid, anymore.”
“You never were,” I said. My coat brushed the ground, the cotton material was soft and molded to my skin. The tassel hem was tipped in sparkling beads that shimmered around my ankles. Drake handed the strange, beautiful coat to me before I left the castle, saying it had once been mine. My black gloves protected me from fingertip to elbow, still, touching the coat made me feel like dreaming. The dress I had left the housein was small and black—only bravery and my new devil-may-care life view made me put it on—my heels were unusually high and felt precarious.
“You look gorgeous,” said Drake. “Just breathe.”
He was the gorgeous one, his leather jacket looked like it wore a moving shader, blue light spilled under his collar igniting the gold in his eyes. “It’s difficult,” I said. “To breathe, that is. I didn’t know what I was getting myself into the first time I came here. Now that I do…”
“Anticipation killing you, is it?” he asked, smiling down at me.
I said nothing, only bounced on my toes and melted a little under his tender gaze.
Lily reached out her fingers and touched the rippling mirror, the glass bounced and writhed. She wore a red dress that swathed her in yards of skintight cloth, and a woolen coat of a matching color, her gloves were a soft blue-gold. Her lipstick was almost black, and I could see flecks of silver in the gloss—she was tantalizing as Lilith, and just as sinful—like Drake and Alexie both, she looked made for this place. If my skin had not
been glowing a soft shade of resplendent, I would have been the odd one out, as it was, I shimmered like bottled starlight. I held my hand out in front of me and stepped through the glass pulling Lily with me. This time we walked through a curtain of beads, and
there were no visible doors in the round, humongous room. Torches lit the space, and I saw golden harps, and oil-skin drums instead of strobe lights and DJs. Sparkling moss peppered with blades of red grass covered the floor, the ceiling was a twilight sky painted silver and ivory. Purple, and yellow vines swung from the moving tufts of springy clouds. A blue haired girl flew to me on peachy wings and stuck a garland of gardenias on my head like a crown.
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.
Learning how to fly stole my childhood, and accomplishing my dreams took my parents. After my parents’ death, taking care of my little brother and running my dance studio are the only things I’ve got time for in my hectic life.Until Declan Sinclair.As the number one draft pick for the Philadelphia Kings, he’s not afraid of putting in a little hard work to get what he wants. And he wants me.I don’t know if my heart can survive falling in love.All the best games are won in inches, not yards, and I’m gonna earn this win inch by inch.I’ve spent my life working toward one goal. Playing professional football. Until Annabelle Hart.She’s fierce, loyal, and the strongest woman I’ve ever met.I knew she was meant to be mine the first time I saw her.But knowing that and making it happen are two very different things.Will this beautiful ballerina let me earn her love?
Bright green eyes flame in front of me. “I was not calling my brother baggage.” For a moment, I think she’s about to go to war, but she deflates before my eyes. “My whole life is baggage, Declan. I survive day-to-day. Most days, I thank God I kept it together long enough to get to the next day. I’ve got the studio, and I’ve got Tommy. And I’ve got a whole heap of guilt and regret. I am the oldest twenty-three-year-old you’ll ever meet. I could keep a psychologist in business for years, talking through my issues, Dec. You deserve someone who can be all-in, and that’s not me.”“Annabelle.” I reach for her again, but she stands, wrapping herself in the sheet.“No, Dec.” She tightens the sheet around her chest. “You’re Philly’s newest football god. You’re the real King of Kroydon Hills. You could have any girl you wanted. You deserve someone who can help you bear the weight of that crown. Someone who can make you a priority. Someone who’s not scared every day of losing another person she loves.” A tear falls down her cheek. “And that’s not me. This was so much fun, but that’s all it can be. I don’t have room in my life for a relationship, and that’s not going to change.”
Bella Matthews is a Jersey girl at heart. She is married to her very own Alpha Male and raising three little ones. You can typically find her running from one sporting event to another. When she is home, she is usually hiding in her home office with the only other female in her house, her rescue dog Tinker Bell by her side. She likes to write swoon-worthy heroes and sassy, smart heroines with a healthy dose of laughter thrown and all the feels.
Being left at the alter on your wedding day is devastating.
But when the man you are supposed to marry has run off with your younger sister, well, that’s an entirely new form of hell.
Everything I believed in, everything I envisioned for my future, was nothing more than a lie. I was a fool. The poor girl that couldn’t hold onto her man. Everyone pitied me, but I didn’t want nor need their pity.
Never again will I be the vulnerable one.
Never again will I allow myself to fall in love because let’s face it, love and commitment are nothing more than a waste of time.
Never again will I fall for a man’s lies.
I’ll remain distant and unattached and I will not falter. Not even when a tall, handsome, and incredibly hot man makes me question the plans I’ve made for myself.
I can’t give in, no matter how perfect he appears to be. I know better and all good things always come to a crashing, destructible finale. I know it will end and when it does, I’ll be the one left shattered.
I’m not sure I’ll survive another fall.
All the Wrong Choices, lead to heartbreak…
And my heart couldn’t take another hit.
Hurrying to search for my phone, I open the side door and step outside. This is ridiculous, I know, but I’m panicking. The idea this could mean something more than a hook-up is more than I want to deal with right now.
My legs are shaky, and I know it isn’t just because I’m sneaking out of a man’s house at seven-fourteen in the morning.
I‘m a mess. I just hope no parents of any of my students live anywhere near Jonah. I can imagine the conversations, and I cringe at the idea of how uncomfortable they would be.
“It’s so early,” Addison complains when she finally answers her phone after my third call.
“I need you to come to get me.”
AUTHOR THE AUTHOR:
C.A. Harms is an avid romance and mystery reader. She’s always had a love for books, getting lost in writing and storytelling even as a young girl. She enjoys happy endings and HEA love stories.
She lives in Illinois and enjoys spending time with her husband and two children. She holds an addiction for Starbucks White Chocolate Mocha’s and KitKat when she should really be focusing on water and maybe a fruit or two to make herself feel less guilty, but that feeling quickly passes…thankfully.
She is easy going, fun, and although she may seem like one of the quiet ones at first, you just wait until she gets to know you better…that quietness changes, fast.
When looking for a place to nurse my broken heart, Mason Creek is the picture-perfect escape…
I almost made the biggest mistake of my life walking down the aisle. Thankfully, I caught the groom with his pants around his ankles and my bridesmaid around his waist before I said, “I do.”
My best friends kidnap me and take me away to a cabin in the middle of nowhere Montana. They convince me trespassing and skinny dipping are both acceptable remedies for a broken heart. Turns out, the owner of the property found our little excursion unacceptable…and amusing as hell.
After my douche of an ex calls to rain on my non-honeymoon parade, I decide to stick around Mason Creek while I figure things out.
I had no idea accepting a temporary job at Dream Big Realty would land me face to face with none other than Mr. Tall, Dark, Handsome, and Not Pressing Charges.
Falling for him and his adorable daughter is the easiest thing I’ve ever done. But competing with old flames makes me wonder if this town is big enough for the both of us.
Small town life was supposed to be a brief Band-Aid, then sexy, single dad Grady gives me a reason to stay…and a second chance at happiness.
“With lovable characters and a storyline that had me laughing out loud as well as sighing with happiness this was a great read!” – The Overflowing Bookcase
“What a wonderfully fun, sweet, and sexy romance.” – Fun Under the Covers
“This was an awesome romantic story. Grady and Charlee light up the pages and make you fall in love.” – J. Preece
“Perfect Escape is just what you need to read to start your summer off right!” – Tracey, Life Reads With Friends
Cary Hart hails from the Midwest. A sassy, coffee drinking, sometimes sailor swearing, Spotify addict, lover of all things books!
When not pushing women down the stairs in the fictional world, Cary has her hands full. Soccer mom in all sense of the word to two wild and crazy, spoiled kiddos, and wife to the most supportive husband. In addition to writing full time, she enjoys binge watching Netflix, laying around in her hammock and baking up cookies for her family and friends.
Cary writes real, raw romance! In her stories the characters deal with life’s everyday struggles and unwanted drama, they talk about the ugly and they become the broken. Everyone deserves a happy ending, but sometimes before you can appreciate the light, there has to be darkness.
Growing up, if someone would have told her she would become a writer, she wouldn’t have believed them. It wasn’t until she got her hands on her first romance novel, that the passion grew. Now she couldn’t imagine her life any other way – she’s living her dream.
Life is good for hot wide receiver Zane Tinsbury. He’s playing stellar football on the field and having his dream home built out in the country.
Still, all is not perfect for this gorgeous man.
He’s been feeling kind of lonely lately, and now he suspects a furry intruder may have taken up residence at his soon-to-be home.
Little does Zane know he’s about to get the surprise of his life.
Morgan Delano is a woman on the run from her dangerous ex-husband. Hiding out in a pro football player’s under-construction house seems like a pretty great idea.
Until it’s not.
What happens when these two finally meet, under hilarious circumstances, leaves them both stunned.
Neither Zane nor Morgan could have ever expected so many sparks would fly.
But there’s one big problem—Morgan’s ex is hot on her trail and not about to give up.
Can Zane keep her safe?
Or will their perilous time together run out?
Down By Contact is the fourth novel in the bestselling Men of Fall football romance series and can be read as a standalone.
S.R. Grey is a USA Today Bestselling Author of the popular Boys of Winter hockey books and Men of Fall football novels. Both series can be read in any order or as standalones. Other New Adult and Romantic Suspense works of hers include the Judge Me Not books, the Promises series, the Inevitability duology, A Harbour Falls Mystery trilogy, and the Laid Bare series of novellas.
When not writing Ms. Grey can be found reading, traveling, running, and cheering for her hometown sports teams. Sometimes all at the same time!
Lies, Deceit, Vengeance, Desire, and Hate…wrapped up in a façade of all that sparkles and shines.A pretty face, a fetching smile, a fabulous gown, a flutter of lashes at just the right moment – Miriam had been taught she must do all these things to land a wealthy husband. Much preferring the company of books to people, the only thing that stopped Miriam from fleeing to the countryside was her younger sister – who was counting on Miriam to make a match that would ensure she could care for her mother and sister properly.He knew his duty to his title and he would do as was necessary.Although Hugh Compton, Earl of Ashington, hadn’t wanted his father’s title at the age of nine and twenty, he gained it two years ago when his father died unexpectedly. The only good that had come of that was Hugh had been able to move his father’s wife to the dowager house.Now it was time to marry. Many disliked the arrogant Earl of Ashington but none so much as his brother. After his mother was sent off as if she were trash to be disposed of, Nathaniel swore he’d even the score. With the intent of charming the boring Lydia Ramsbury right out of his brother’s arms, Nathaniel discovered it was a new face that had captured his brother’s attention – a one Miss Miriam Bathurst. Vengeance had never looked so sweet.
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“Stop giggling. You sound ridiculous,” the older of the two girls said. “You’re just sour Lord Ashington didn’t attend,” the younger girl replied. “The night is young yet,” the mother added, as if this was, in fact, the issue the eldest daughter was having. “Even if he does arrive, he will seek out Lydia Ramsbury. Everyone knows he has called on her and taken her for a ride in the park this week. I even heard she went to the opera with him and sat in his box.” The youngest girl seemed to be enjoying herself. I wanted to roll my eyes, but then I was the one eavesdropping on a conversation that wasn’t mine to listen to. I should be rolling my eyes at myself. “Nothing is certain,” the mother said with a tone that made me shiver slightly. “Lydia Ramsbury would make a perfect countess,” the older girl said grudgingly. “As would you,” the mother said. It had been obvious that Lord Ashington had been interested in Lydia Ramsbury at the last ball. The next morning, his visit to me had been surprising. His abrupt departure had not been. Not that any of this mattered. I was not interested in the affairs of Lord Ashington. Not in the least. He would make a most difficult husband. Feeling as if I were a lurker in their conversation, I took one last deep inhale of the lovely fragrance before turning to go back into the ballroom. Just as I stepped inside, I scanned the room for Aunt Harriet, but my gaze locked on Mr. Nicholas Compton. He was here and he was dancing… with Lydia Ramsbury. Disappointment stung and I truly hated to admit it. When just a few days ago I was sure I didn’t care for him at all. Yet he was here and he wasn’t just dancing with anyone. He was dancing with the girl his brother had spent the most time with this week. I wasn’t naïve and I understood completely what was happening. Which was why the sting of disappointment. Reality was something I had learned to face at a young age and I knew now that the brief attention I had received from him had nothing to do with me at all but with his brother. Mr. Compton was indeed playing a game. A vicious hurtful one meant not only to affect his brother but others along the way. I had thick skin and a blow such as that wouldn’t wound me the way it would others. Sheltered girls who had lived easy lives with security wouldn’t survive such a scandal. It was in that moment, I decided I truly hated Nicholas Compton. He wasn’t interesting but spiteful and cold. I truly hoped Lydia Ramsbury was smart and didn’t fall for his charming smile and attractive face. There was something I disliked more than arrogance and it was cruelty.
Abbi Glines is a #1 New York Times, USA Today, Wall Street Journal, and International bestselling author of the Rosemary Beach, Sea Breeze, Vincent Boys, Boys South of the Mason Dixon, and The Field Party Series. She is also the author of the Sweet Trilogy and the Black Souls Trilogy. She believes in ghosts and has a habit of asking people if their house is haunted before she goes in it. Her house was built in 1820 and she’s yet to find a ghost in it but she’s still looking. She drinks afternoon tea because she wants to be British but alas she was born in Alabama although she now lives in New England (which makes her feel a little closer to the British). When asked how many books she has written she has to stop and count on her fingers. When she’s not locked away writing, she is entertaining her preschooler, she is reading (if the preschooler will leave her alone long enough), shopping online (major Amazon Prime addiction), running because she eats too many tacos, and planning her next Disney World vacation.You can connect with Abbi online in several different ways. She uses social media to procrastinate.
A fire claims her bakery, but the young special investigator sent to determine the cause just might scorch through the barriers around her heart…
Regina Parker has four loves: her family, friends, business, and her community. A serious relationship hasn’t been on her radar since she became a widow. Life is exactly how she wants until it all goes up in smoke. Literally. The attractive outsider called in to help is a distraction she doesn’t need.
Firefighter Alec Hodge is eager to spread his wings and the assignment in Madison Island, GA gives him the chance. A suspicious blaze may have brought him to the small town, but enigmatic Regina keeps him coming back.
Sparks fly. Passions ignite. But when revelations hit like a backdraft, the newly kindled relationship could be snuffed out before it really has a chance to burn.
She turned and a frown pulled at the corners of her mouth. “Why are you staring at me?”
“I was just thinking.”
She inched closer; her fingers brushed against mine when she took the glass I offered. “About?”
“You.”
“Hm-hm, what about me?” She tipped the glass to her lips, and I zeroed in on them.
There was an attraction between us. A low buzz of arousal zinging under the surface, ready to be set free. Or at least I hoped that’s what was happening here.
“About what you’ve been through. I’m sorry someone set your place on fire.”
She sighed and turned away; the flirtatious energy evaporated when she started plating the food. “Shit happens, I guess.”
I stepped closer but didn’t crowd her space. “I realize I’m not from around here, but the chief sings your praises. And with the line of people I saw this morning, I have a hard time imagining anyone who’d want to hurt you in such a way.”
Regina picked up the two dishes and carried them over to the table. I grabbed the wineglasses and bottle to follow.
“That’s kind of you to say.”
I meant every word. It’d only been a handful of days, but the woman sitting across from me had a pull, like everyone wanted to be in her orbit. Maybe it was the pastries, but the few interactions I’d had with her from the butting of heads to the subtle flirting…it didn’t matter. I’d enjoyed each moment and had been sucked in from the first day.
However, there was something. The shift in her mood, the downplaying of what happened. There was more under the surface, and I found myself wanting to know what. But she didn’t know me like that, so I didn’t expect any sort of heart-to-heart soulful confessions.
“Are you planning to do another bake sale?”
“Are you going to chastise me if I do?”
She cut a piece of her steak and slowly closed her lips around it, keeping her gaze locked on me. My pants grew tighter in response. I picked up my wine and took a sip while shifting ever so slightly hoping to readjust and alleviate some of the discomfort.
“Would you want me to?”
Regina gave me an appraising glance while continuing to eat her food. “Not sure I know you well enough, yet, Mr. Special Investigator, to have that particular conversation.”
“Are there some sort of checkpoints I need to hit before we get to that level?”
“Maybe. Though I may have some concerns about you being up to the task.”
All I could do was laugh at her comment. There was something about Regina Parker, something that made conversation easy. Maybe it was her call-it-like-she-sees-it attitude or that there were no pretenses between us. Regardless, spending time with her was the highlight of my time in this little town. We ate, joked, and generally had a pleasant meal.
“Guess you didn’t like it,” she commented with a playful smile as she looked at my empty plate.
I shook my head and returned the grin. “Worst meal I’ve had in ages.”
She pushed back from the table and gathered our empty plates. I stood and took them from her hands. “Here, let me.”
“Just put them next to the sink. I’ll clean up later.”
“You sure you don’t want me to help you now?”
She leaned against the countertop and folded her arms across her chest. “Are you trying to stall so you can stay at my house longer?”
I moved toward her, leaving a little space, but close enough that if she gave the slightest indication, I could finally taste the lips I’ve been mesmerized with all night. “Well, I haven’t had dessert yet. I mean, I did come for a little bit of sugar.”
Regina closed the space between us, tilting her chin up while licking her lips. “And sugar you shall have.”
Meka James is a writer of adult contemporary and erotic romance. A born and raised Georgia Peach, she still resides in the southern state with her hubby of 16 years and counting. Mom to four kids of the two legged variety, she also has four fur-babies of the canine variety. Leo the turtle and Spade the snake rounds out her wacky household. When not writing or reading, Meka can be found playing The Sims 3, sometimes Sims 4, and making up fun stories to go with the pixelated people whose world she controls.
Loving him sometimes isn’t enough…Aiden O’Connell—a convicted felon, loyal brother, hard worker, and fiancé.I tried to resist him. I failed. Even through his embezzlement trial, I stuck by his side—but at what cost?Our trust now earned.Love comes harder.His father’s insults increasing, a terrifying fire and a vicious attack, all make it harder to stay.Leaving Aiden would have destroyed me once, but now, it could be the only option for us both…From International Bestselling Author K E Osborn comes, Love Me Book Two in the Trust Me Series (previously published in 2014). This series has been re-edited with new content and a new cover.
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“Thank you for the flowers. They’re beautiful, as always.”Aiden stands and walks around so he’s right in front of me. “I know a way you can thank me.” He slides me toward him and stands between my legs.“Oh, is it something like this?” I ask as I pull on his tie, making him move down to kiss me.He nods. “Mmm… definitely something like that.” He pulls me close, so close our hips are touching in every way. Moving my hands into his hair, he holds onto my ass, kissing me seductively.Aiden leans into me, forcing my body to fall back onto the desk and knocking off the mouse and a book. He leans over, kissing my neck. Then before I know it, his hands move to my breasts, and I wrap my legs around him. I feel his cock growing against me as he moves back to my lips, kissing me feverishly.“Mmm, we can’t do this,” he murmurs through his kissing.I take my lips from his and raise my eyebrow. “Why?”“What if Father walks in?”I laugh and grab his tie again.“No. I’m serious. I can’t be fucked with the argument.”I let go of his tie and sit up. “And, yep, you just killed it.” I unwrap my legs from around him and neaten my blouse. He chuckles and straightens his tie, and all I see is his hard cock tenting in his pants.I can’t help but frown when I jump from the desk and pull down my skirt. “What a waste of a perfectly good erection.”His eyes widen as he smirks. “Fuck! I want you so bad.”“Well?” I pout with a shrug.He takes in a deep breath, then shakes his head.“I know. I. Am. Trouble,” I say succinctly and head for the door.“Yes, you are.” He slaps me on the ass as I walk past him, making me giggle.I go to walk out of his office, but when I get to the door, I turn back. “Oh, and Aiden…”“Yeah?”“You’ve got lipstick on your mouth.”He chuckles, then wipes his lips.
With a flair for all things creative, International Bestselling Author K E Osborn, is drawn to the written word. Exciting worlds and characters flow through her veins, coming to life on the page as she laughs, cries, and becomes enveloped in the storyline right along with you. She’s entirely at home when writing sassy heroines and alpha males that rise from the ashes of their pasts.K E Osborn comforts herself with tea and Netflix, after all, who doesn’t love a good binge?
Author: P. Roper Release: June 17, 2021 Genre: Dark Romance Cover Design: Dalia Hernandez
Teaser Design: Enticing Journey Designs
My life was anything but ordinary. Being wrapped in taboo secrecy meant being lonely, even in a crowded room.
That was my world. Until I met him. He swooped in, knocking everything I knew off its axis and rearranging things in the most charmed fashion.
But I’ve come to realize that even a dramatic shift in scenery doesn’t change the people around me. It only alters their methods of scrutiny and has the power to open me up to bigger, more startling realities.
However, I guess it’s a good thing that my knight in shining armor plucked me from my tower. Had he not, I may not have known the ugliness of his world. But I also would never have learned what it felt like when my soul caught fire.
** This book contains mature content, not suitable for young readers, included but not limited to strong language, dark themes, and sexual scenes that may be triggers to some readers.**
P. Roper is a word junkie & caffeine enthusiast, born and raised in Western Canada. When she’s not writing (or reading) you’ll usually find her with her husband, chasing their hurricane of a daughter. Or she may be grabbing a coffee with her best friend. She has been half of the book review team Just Living a Thousand Lives since 2019, focused on NA romance; but don’t ask because there is no way she could actually choose a favourite trope. Ask anyone who knows her to confirm, she’s been known to be kind of a big deal. She is releasing her debut novel, Showcase, summer 2021.
Marriages can be fragile, shattered, broken, destroyed…
Holly Gallagher hoped she would find love. That she’d have a happy life, unlike her parents.
Those hopes are dashed when her family arranges for her to marry.
She prays that she won’t end up like her mother. Bitter. Twisted. Evil.
That is until she realizes who she’s marrying. A monster.
Romero Bianchi has given his life to the Famiglia. He doesn’t love and he certainly doesn’t do attachments.
Everything he’s done is for the family. Nothing was going to ever change that.
Until Holly.
She breaks his resolve, piece by piece. She weaves herself deep inside his heart.
He’ll do anything for his wife. Protect her with his dying breath.
But being part of the Mafia isn’t easy. With enemies at every corner it’s hard to know where the threat is coming from.
When Holly’s taken, Romero shows the world what happens when someone takes what’s his.
Now he’s racing against the clock to find her before it’s too late.
Brooke is a Londoner born and raised. She lives with her husband and their daughter. She’s a foul mouthed, dirty minded weirdo. An introvert and would rather spend the night in front of the fire reading, rather than going out and partying.
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