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Title: Between Two Wolves
Author: Catherine Vale
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Blurb:
Having your throat cut has a way of changing a girl…so does being bitten by one of your two lovers.
Luscious and curvy, that’s what they called me, as they shared me. Jericho behind me, his viking-huge hands on my hips, and Colt in front of me, his muscular thighs parted, generously saluting, taking what was his, with fingers weaved through my fiery red hair…. So my ex-fiancé had cheated. Who cares?
Well, I’d cared. For months. His betrayal had eaten me alive, filling me with resentment fueled rage. I’d stopped seeing beyond the past, at the cost of the present, and the future. My world had crashed down around me, and I couldn’t breathe.
Black Wolf Mountain was my answer. So, I went, leaving everyone I knew and loved behind as I searched for myself in the wilderness. Instead, death found me lying in a bed soaked with my own blood.
But death is no match for a wolf…not my wolves.
But what about me?
Is there more to me than death can take?
Is there enough of me for two to love?
Note To Readers: This is a stand-alone novel, a complete story, and free of cliffhangers.
NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY bestselling author Catherine Vale writes urban fantasy stories of magic and mayhem and paranormal romance.
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Title: Ghosted
Series: My Shattered Soul Saga #1
Author: K. Schwartz
Genre: Young Adult Paranormal Romance
Published: October 12, 2017
IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE THE LAST PARTY OF THE SUMMER—NOT OF BLAIRE’S LIFE.
After spending a summer learning ‘good values’ through hard work at her first part-time job her parents insisted she get, Blaire Stevens is looking forward to spending some much needed time letting loose with her best friend, Grace, as they dance the night away. But her perfect night of freedom turns deadly in one blinding, soul-shattering moment of destruction.
When Blaire awakens, she finds herself in an extremely plain hospital room, and her doctor has the worst bedside manner possible as Blaire searches for answers on what happened. When it all comes rushing back to her, she finds herself on the other side of the barrier… where an entire realm of ghosts maintain the balance between life and death.
 
Blaire must learn what it takes to be Ghosted, where everything is different. But as she begins to learn her place in this new realm, not everything is as it seems. Aiden Briar, her emerald-eyed wallflower from that fateful night her life came crashing to an end, comes with a past that will haunt Blaire for the rest of her eternity… if she even survives that long.
 

Kristine Schwartz was born in London, Ontario, Canada, where she quickly developed her love of all things books and stories. After dipping her toes into the writing community by reviewing everything she could get her hands on, she began developing her first book. She published that story, Ghosted, in October of 2017, and she quickly began work on further works to offer readers. As a mother to four, her days are consumed with loving her children, freelance editing, and plotting and writing her next works.
 
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Title: Dance With Me
Author: Ann Grech
Genre: M/M Romance
Publication Date: June 24, 2018





 

Can an unlikely pair be the perfect match?

When twenty-four year old Eddie Taylor joins cruise liner, the MV Dreamcatcher as a dancer, he thought traveling and performing would be the highlight of his life. He never imagined the Dreamcatcher would lead him to hook his fantasy man.

Silver fox, Captain Will Preston, doesn’t date crew members. It doesn’t set a good example for the captain to be bed swapping, but instant attraction has him rethinking his rule for the spunky dancer. Sparks fly and chemistry sizzles in paradise. But Will wants more. Is Eddie his dream catch?



Movement in the shadows had me pausing. I didn’t think anyone would come down here so long after the show finished. My shift had just ended—I’d been dancing in the performance then the nightclub and I needed to wind down. This was my time, my chance to dance the way I loved best rather than the moves we pulled in the shows. The choreography was hot as hell, but pole dancing was my passion.

 

I paused the music and called out, “Who’s there?” I cursed myself for letting the tinge of anxiety I felt show. My heart thudded in my chest while I waited for the answer.

“I…I am,” the person answered. It was a man, his Australian accent a deep rumble, and I inwardly moaned. Damn. That accent. An Australian accent got me every time, and the hesitancy in his voice, like he didn’t know if he was in the right place even though he worked on board, was kind of cute.

I was hot and sweaty and I desperately needed the water I had stashed in my bag in the change rooms, but he’d piqued my curiosity. I stepped forward, trying to coax shy boy out. “You wanna step into the light so I can see you, rather than standing in the dark like a creeper?” I was teasing him, but his voice drew me to him and I stepped forward.

The man who came into the light was not at all what I was expecting—he was so much…more. Wearing a smirk and clothes that looked like they’d been tailored to fit him despite being deceptively casual, he was the picture of style. Broad shouldered with thick biceps and forearms, rounded pecs and a flat stomach that tapered down to slim hips, he was an Adonis. Mussed up blond hair and rich chocolate brown eyes, with a chiseled jaw and a perfect nose completing the package. He was beautiful enough to model for any fitness magazine, and lust spiked through me. Fuck me, he is gorgeous. He was tall, so tall I had to look up into his eyes that were piercing yet warm at the same time. I was in trouble. Big, big trouble. I hated to say I had a type because our differences were what made us all amazing, but let’s be real, I had a type. And the man in front of me ticked every. Single. Box.

I was checking him out and not being subtle about it. Who the hell could when this sexy slab of man-meat was standing in front of them? When he shivered, my eyes instinctively snapped to his. Did he do it because of my inspection? Was he feeling the same insane lusty connection I was? He licked his lips and I nearly pounced on him. I was using all my restraint to stop myself from climbing him like a jungle gym, but I couldn’t help the growl that escaped from me. “What’s your name?” he rasped, his voice all dark and sexy.

“Eddie.” My voice came out a lot quieter than normal, but it had the desired effect; he leaned in closer and I smirked. Clearing my throat softly, I added, “My, my, my, aren’t you a handsome one? And what might your name be?”

“Will,” he responded immediately and I smiled at the name. It suited him. Clean cut like a William but he was loose enough not to introduce himself with his full name. I’d only been on the ship since the day before, but he was the sort of person I wouldn’t forget, and now that he was here…

“And what are you doing down here, Will? You lost or are you looking for little ol’ me?” I smirked and checked him out again, this time dropping my gaze straight to his crotch. He had a nice bulge, the length of his shaft clearly outlined in the shorts he wore. Either he was going commando, or he had loose boxer shorts on because there was no way that snake was being contained by anything. I licked my lips, imagining what it’d be like to drop to my knees right here and now and taste him. Sue me, I like sex. 

“I, ah…” He shifted his weight and I noticed for the first time he was carrying something–a suit bag, a duffel bag and a hat. And not just any hat, the same hat that the executive staff wore. Will, executive staff? No, it can’t be. My eyes shot to his and I knew. I just knew it.
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By day Ann Grech lives the corporate world and can be found sitting behind a desk typing away at reports and papers or lecturing to a room full of students. She graduated with a PhD in 2016 and is now an over-qualified nerd. Glasses, briefcase, high heels and a pencil skirt, she’s got the librarian look nailed too. If only they knew! She swears like a sailor, so that’s got to be a hint. The other one was “the look” from her tattoo artist when she told him that she wanted her kids initials “B” and “J” tattooed on her foot. It took a second to register that it might be a bad idea.

She’s never entirely fit in and loves escaping into a book—whether it’s reading or writing one. But she’s found her tribe now and loves her MM book world family. She dislikes cooking, but loves eating, can’t figure out technology, but is addicted to it, and her guilty pleasure is Byron Bay Cookies. Oh and shoes. And lingerie. And maybe handbags too. Well, if we’re being honest, we’d probably have to add her library too given the state of her credit card every month (what can she say, she’s a bookworm at heart)!


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(Children must pay for the sins of the
fathers)
Robert Stone has an identity. After discovering
his father, a far greater dynasty was forged

But
with this dynasty comes new enemies.

From the olive groves of Italy to the
boardrooms in Washington, D.C., Robert is to command a business like no other.

Not all wars are fought on a battlefield, most
are won in the corporate arena.

Not all wars are bloody – unless you threaten
Robert’s family, of course.

Told from Robert Stone and Rocco Sartorri’s
point of view, Fallen Angel, Part 5 picks up from the end of Part 4 and
explores a unique relationship.

Two powerful men, both with secrets and enemies,
come together in this explosive story of revenge, lost love, and hate that
spans thirty years.

A Mafia romantic suspense for readers over the
age of 18

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Fallen Angel, Part 5
– Excerpt
By
Tracie Podger
Rocco – Chapter 1
My
eyes opened and it took me a minute to realize where I was. I was lying on my
back in the clothes I’d worn the day before, looking up at an ornate ceiling. A
ceiling with plaster cherubs and painted saints, and I wondered how they felt,
looking down on a sinner.
I had
a plan; well, I knew the outcome to my plan. A man, a very powerful man would
die by my hands. I would make that death as brutal, as painful, and as gut-wrenching
as I could.
That
man had ruined my life and I intended to do the same to him.
****
A
knock on the door roused me from my thoughts, I didn’t move. I had no desire to
see or speak to anyone, and if they were coming for me, then let them fucking
wait.
Another
knock; louder that time, and more persistent, had me sighing and rolling from
the bed. I didn’t bother to look through the spy hole, no one of consequence
knew where I was, just him and his henchmen. I opened the door, then
immediately turned my back and walked away.
“Breakfast,”
I heard. I pointed to a small table in front of a sofa.
“And
a clean shirt. Don’t want to meet the Boss looking the way you are now, do
you?”
I
turned slowly to see the prick who had held a gun to my head. He sneered. I
made a mental note, that smirk would be wiped from his face, preferably with a
large kitchen knife. I ignored him and sat on the sofa. He let the shirt fall
to the floor. I poured a cup of coffee, inhaling its rich aroma before I took a
sip.
I
lifted the silver dome that covered the plate to see deviled eggs on a toasted
bun – how very European! Henchman left, slamming the bedroom door behind him.
As I sipped my coffee,
I took a look around the plush room I had been imprisoned in. It had been dark
when I’d been brought to a hotel, I didn’t know its name or the location.
Wherever I was, it was clearly expensive. Heavy brocade curtains hung from
floor-to-ceiling windows on one side of the room. I stood and walked over. It
wasn’t windows I found myself in front of, but French doors. I opened one and
stepped onto a small balcony. I instantly knew then where I was.
 
 
About the Author
Tracie Podger currently lives in Kent, UK with her husband and a
rather obnoxious cat called George. She
s a Padi Scuba
Diving Instructor with a passion for writing. Tracie has been fortunate to have
dived some of the wonderful oceans of the world where she can indulge in
another hobby, underwater photography. She likes getting up close and personal
with sharks.
Tracie likes to write in different genres. Her Fallen Angel series
and its accompanying books are mafia romance and full of suspense. A Virtual
Affair, Letters to Lincoln and Jackson are angsty, contemporary romance, and
Gabriel, A Deadly Sin and Harlot are thriller/suspense. The Facilitator is
erotic romance.
 
 
 
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