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Title: Between Cases
Series: The Callaghan Green Series
Author: Annie Dyer
Genre: Standalone Romance
Release Date: October 12, 2018
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He’s the plot twist she wasn’t planning on…
Workaholic? Check.
Poor choice in men? Check.
Debatably losing the plot? Check.
Payton Callaghan has had enough. She needs time away from her stressful job, time away from her disaster of a love life and what she really doesn’t need is a hot bookshop owner trying to verbally outwit her in the middle of his store.
Owen Anders believes in creating his own plot. Successful businessman, talented musician and book nerd, he hadn’t accounted for Payton and her wrath at the exact moment his well-constructed world was hitting an unplanned crisis. However, he needs a lawyer and he thinks she needs him.
 
With Payton insistent that a relationship is not in an upcoming chapter, can Owen persuade her to change her plot and ensure her happily ever after stars him?
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Title: Maz 
Series: Westside Skulls MC Book 6
Author: Jessie Cooke
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: October 1, 2018
 
Maz always knew he wasn’t the best-looking guy in the room, but he was okay with that. He was big and tough, and he fitted right in with his brothers at the Westside Skulls. He loved his job there as an enforcer. He came from a good family, and despite some struggles overcoming feelings of abandonment he had from being left by his biological mother when he was just a baby, he really had nothing to complain about…except that he was lonely. Being average-looking wasn’t what kept Maz lonely. He didn’t need the piercing blue eyes of Dax Marshall or the smoldering dark good looks of his club’s SA Bruf. He attracted many women…he had a secret weapon. Maz’s first language was French, and American women were drawn to his accent. Maz could take almost any woman in the room home with him if he wanted to…but his other secret was what made him so lonely. Maz had the anatomy of a porn star, and one look at his equipment sent most women scrambling for the door. He’d almost given up on finding a woman who would fall in love with him and be able to handle him in bed as well, when Marissa walked into his life.
 

 

Marissa spent most of her adult life taking care of her diabetic mother and she wasn’t looking for anything other than a plane ticket to the East Coast and time to travel, when Maz came into her life. She tried to deny it, but the chemistry was much too overwhelming and the two of them clicked, over almost everything…most especially in bed. Marissa was certain she’d found her soulmate and Maz seemed to think the same thing too…until suddenly he left town, taking an assignment for his club two thousand miles away that might not see him making it home.

 

 

 

 

Marissa wants to know why Maz ran. Maz doesn’t want to know the old family secret he discovered. Will the star-crossed lovers find their way back to each other…or will the explosive secret Maz now holds in his hands, destroy them both and take down two families in the process?

 

 

 

 

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Book 6 in the Westside Skulls MC Series. 

 


This is a Standalone Romance Novel but characters from this story, will appear in future books in the series.

 

 

HEA and No cliffhanger.

 

 

Intended for Mature Readers.

 

 

 

 

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The Westside Skulls MC Series is about members of the MC club, their friends and associates. 

 


Each story, while focused around one main character, is not necessarily about a Westside Skulls club member, but the story is related to Skulls members and the club.

 

 


 
 
“Oh, fuck no! No way. You’re not touching me with that thing! Jesus, you need to find yourself a porn star if you want a woman to touch that.” Chelsea scrambled off the bed as if maybe Maz had pulled out a rat, or a snake. Of course, that was what he’d named it, the snake. She was staring at him from across the room now with her chest heaving and her big blue eyes filled with fear. Maz was disappointed, but not surprised. He had hoped this one would be different, but he’d been disappointed so many times before that he was used to it.Maz had only just met Chelsea a few hours before in a club that he’d found on his way back from a ride to Merced. He’d gone to pick something up for Wolf, and Wolf had given him extra cash for a motel room so that he didn’t have to make the ride in one day. The club was downstairs from his room and he could hear the music booming as soon as he’d walked into the lobby earlier. He’d taken a shower and left his kutte in his hotel room before going downstairs with one thing on his mind. Maz was proud to be a part of the Westside Skulls, but sometimes the colors got people all worked up…and tonight he didn’t want to fight, he wanted…no, scratch that, he needed…to fuck.

For the past month and a half Maz had been embroiled in an exclusive and intensely unsatisfying relationship with his right hand. He needed hot flesh, someone else’s flesh. He needed curves and big breasts in his face. He needed a tight, wet pussy wrapped around his cock…and he was hoping tonight he could find that.

He walked into the loud, dark club and took a seat at the bar. The club was so crowded that Maz could hardly hear himself think. He’d only been there a few minutes when a fifty-something blonde with a nice body sat next to him and started talking. He was only able to make out every fourth or fifth word she was saying, but that was okay with him, he wasn’t there for the titillating conversation. He smiled at her and nodded in what he hoped were the right places. She seemed interested in him, which was a good thing, and she was sober, which was even better. Yep…unless she had a dick underneath that short dress she was wearing, she’d do just fine…he hoped.

“So, then I moved to California!” She was suddenly yelling in his ear and he realized the loud music had stopped. She giggled. “Oh, I’m sorry. I probably broke your eardrum.”

Maz smiled. He wasn’t movie star good-looking like Ash, or mysterious and overly masculine like Wolf…or even sulky and dark like Sledge. He was simply average, in his opinion. He was the kind of guy that most women could pass on the street and not be able to pick out of a lineup twenty minutes later. But he could work with that, thanks to his beloved maman.

“My eardrum is just fine, belle femme.” The blonde’s eyes widened, and he saw her go from semi-interested to full-on lust in seconds. His accent was his secret weapon.

When he was a year and a half old, his dad had married a French woman. She had moved to New Orleans earlier, seeking a new life after having her heart broken in Paris. Maz’s father had been there to pick up the pieces. His stepmother Elise turned out to be the best thing that ever happened to Maz and his father. The baby boy had been abandoned by his mother and left with a father who loved him but had no idea what to do with a baby. Maz’s aunt told him stories when he got older about how frightened his father was to even touch him when he was little. She lived on the West Coast, and they lived in New Orleans, and Maz’s father would routinely call her at 2 a.m., begging her to fly out and help him. He’d tried and tried to hire a live-in nanny, but every time the applicants found out that he was a single father, they disappeared. Maz’s dad was a big guy…huge, as a matter of fact…so the women’s reluctance to move into his home with him was understandable, but to Maz’s detriment.

By the time his father met Elise, Maz was grossly overweight, not talking at all, and barely walking. Elise had stepped in and taken over, and within a year she had the boy off the bottle, slimmed down to a healthy weight, running, not just walking…and talking up a storm. Of course, his father couldn’t understand a word he said, because he was talking in French. He’d had to learn English as his second language when he started school and it had left him with a strong accent, one that women adored.

“What a lovely accent,” she said. “French?”

“Oui.” She actually shuddered. Yeah, this one was definitely interested…at least for now.

“What’s your name?” she asked.

“Maz, what’s yours?”

“Maz…I’ve never heard that before. Is it French?”

“Oui,” he lied. His name was Zane Zimmerman. The guys in the club had renamed him Maz and he liked it. Zane was too connected to his past, and he was happy to leave it there.

“I’m Chelsea.”

Maz lifted her hand off the bar and brought it to his lips. “Honore de vous rencontrer belle.” He could feel the heat coming off her body as her face flushed, and she let out a little gasp and he knew he had her. Only one drink later and a quick spin around the dance floor, where he was careful to keep his hardening cock from brushing up against her, he had her back up in his room and the little skirt around her ankles.

He was sitting on the bed, still fully clothed, and he had her standing in front of him…gloriously naked. For an older woman, she had a smoking hot body, and his cock was aching. He reached up with one hand and hooked it behind her head, pulling her down in a deep, sexy kiss. She moaned into his mouth and when she broke the kiss and stood, she put her hands in his curly black hair and pulled his face to her breasts. He began to feast hotly on them, licking her smooth flesh and nibbling on her nipples. She liked it when he used the sides of his teeth to scrape along the outside of the nipple, judging by the moans and soft curses escaping from her lips. He reached between her legs as he suckled on her other nipple and found her sopping-wet pussy. He began to stroke it lightly, up and down her puffy lips, lightly skimming her clit from time to time and making her whimper. He kissed his way from her breasts down her belly, licking around her bellybutton as she pushed his head down lower.

He could feel her getting wetter while he stroked her and just before his mouth reached her mound, he slid a finger up inside of her. She cried out and arched her back so that her pelvis was tipped in his direction. He pushed another calloused finger up inside of her. She was fucking tight, and as excited as that thought made him, he knew it also didn’t bode well for how the rest of the night might go. He shook that thought off when his tongue reached her mound and he could smell her sex and how badly she wanted him.

He stood up and deftly avoided her hand, which was reaching toward the massive bulge in his jeans. He wasn’t ready to find out just yet what she was going to think of it. He nudged her down so she was sitting on the bed and then, dropping to his knees, he picked up her legs and threw them over his broad shoulders. She cried out as soon as his face descended on her pussy. Her hands went to her breasts as she lifted her hips even higher to meet his mouth and she twisted, pinched, and pulled on her own nipples. Maz let his tongue come out and he licked her from one end of her beautiful, smooth pussy to the other. She took her right hand off her breast and reached down and used it to open up her lips to him. One thing he did love about older women…they weren’t shy about their bodies. They knew what they wanted, what they liked…and they went for it.

Maz opened his mouth and covered the entire opening of her pussy with it. He began to lick at the sensitive skin on the insides of her lips, probing her opening with his tongue, teasing her. She moved her left hand down too and with that one she wrapped his hair around her fingers and pushed his face in even deeper. He moved it back and forth, tickling her with the light stubble on his chin. She was breathing heavily and making loud noises. He didn’t care if the whole floor heard them; if she let him fuck her, he was sure it wouldn’t be quiet. It was going to be quick and he wasn’t going to be gentle…he knew that already, simply because he needed it so fucking badly.

Chelsea tightened the muscles in her legs and used them as leverage to raise her hips up and down…fucking herself against his face. He pushed his tongue up inside of her as far as it would go and pressed his nose against her engorged clit. She was getting louder and more excited, ripping at his hair so hard that he wasn’t sure he’d have any left by the time he was finished. When her body tightened up she let out a scream that was nothing but lust, and satisfaction. He felt the warm gush of her orgasm and he continued to lick and suck lightly until she began to relax and her legs, up on his shoulders, began to quiver. He lifted his head and looked at her face. She was flushed, and her eyes were dilated…she was drunk with lust…now was the time. He gently took her legs off his shoulders and lowered them, and then he stood up and pulled off his shirt. She sat up and ran her hand over the tattoo on his chest. It was a cross being held by a pair of praying hands and the words “Carpe Diem” were emblazoned across it. Maz had learned a long time ago how to seize the day, and it was one of his favorite sayings. And right then, he wanted to seize the moment.

He lay down next to her on the bed and said, “Chelsea, I want to fuck you so badly.”

She rolled over to face him and put her hands on either side of his face, pulling him in for a passionate kiss. She raised one leg and draped it over his hip and then he felt her rub herself against the front of his jeans…against his throbbing cock. That was the first sign that his night wasn’t going to end on the note he’d been hoping for. She’d looked up at his face and said, “Damn, that’s a huge bulge.”

He smiled and said, “Objects in the jeans are larger than they appear.” He thought it was funny, but all he’d gotten from her was a polite chuckle.

She moved her leg and said, “Are you going to take them off…the jeans?”

He couldn’t stall any longer, and truth be told, he didn’t want to. God, he needed to feel himself buried inside of the woman. He wouldn’t tell her, but any woman, really. He just needed to fuck, the good old-fashioned way. He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and when he pushed them down and she saw the top of his cock protruding from his shorts, that was when her eyes had grown wide. When he pushed down his shorts and she saw the full monte…all ten and a half extremely fat inches of him…the start of another frustratingly lonely night began.

 

Jessie Cooke writes hot romance novels about tough guys, bad boys, bikers, fighters and lovers and the women of strong character who tame them.

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Flow (Men of Inked: Southside 2) by Chelle Bliss

Release date: 2nd October


Genre: Contemporary Romance

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Flow is the second book in the new, steamy Southside series 
 
by USA Today bestselling author Chelle Bliss.
Be ready for a hot, wild ride with the Gallo’s on the Southside 
 
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The moment I looked into his eyes, I knew I was in trouble.
The second I heard his name, I knew I should stay away.
Our fathers were mortal enemies—Chicago crime bosses from rival families.
But that didn’t stop Leo Conti from pursuing me.
Being together was dangerous, reckless, and totally hot.
He wanted me. I wanted him.
Nothing could possibly go wrong, right?
 
 

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USA Today bestselling author Chelle Bliss currently lives in a small town near the Gulf of Mexico. She’s a full-time writer, time-waster extraordinaire, social media addict, and coffee fiend. She’s written over ten books and has two series available. She loves spending her free time with her boyfriend, 2 cats, and her hamster.

 

Before becoming a writer, Chelle taught high school history for over ten years. She holds a master’s degree in Instructional Technology and a bachelor’s in History. Although history is her first love, writing has become her dream job and she can’t imagine doing anything else.
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Title: The Greatest Christmas Gift of All
Author: Karine Saint Jacques
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: November 19, 2018
Cover Design: Shanoff Designs
Photography: Matthew Andris
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Whether wished for or not, the gift of true love may come from any places.
Forbidden love.
Second chances.
Healing from loss…
Irene McKinlay wants to help her adult children unwrap the mysteries of true love, but her own love life isn’t exactly tied up neatly. Her fickle ex-husband wants her back. But is she willing to give him a second chance and risk getting hurt again?
Even a magical Christmas in Manhattan may not be enough for Anthony, Jake, and Gloria McKinlay to find the gift of true love with all the pitfalls, secrets, and romantic surprises awaiting them. Embracing forbidden love and testing the limits of love’s power to heal wounded hearts might be thrilling, but can they forge the kind of love that lasts forever?

 

 

 

Author Karine Saint Jacques pens Contemporary Romance where her wounded characters venture into romantic, obstacle-filled, and often forbidden territories that challenge them to fight for true love.

 

 

 
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Title: Fragments of Ash, a modern fairytale
Author: Katy Regnery 
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 1, 2018

From New York Times bestselling author Katy Regnery comes a dark and twisted retelling of the beloved fairytale, Cinderella!

My name is Ashley Ellis…
 
I was thirteen years old when my mother – retired supermodel, Tig – married Mosier Răumann, who was twice her age and the head of the Răumann crime family.
 
When I turned eighteen, my mother mysteriously died. Only then did I discover the dark plans my stepfather had in store for me all along; the debauched “work” he expected me to do.
 
With the help of my godfather, Gus, I have escaped from Mosier’s clutches, but his twin sons and henchmen have been tasked with hunting me down. And they will stop at nothing to return my virgin body to their father
 
…dead or alive.
 
** Contemporary Romance. Due to profanity and very strong sexual content, this book is not intended for readers under the age of 18.** 
♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ 
Fragments of Ash is part of the ~a modern fairytale~ collection: contemporary, standalone romances inspired by beloved fairy tales.

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Katy Regnery started her writing career by enrolling in a short story class in January 2012. One year later, she signed her first contract, and Katy’s first novel was published in September 2013.
 
Forty books later, Katy claims authorship of the multititled New York Times and USA Today bestselling Blueberry Lane Series, which follows the English, Winslow, Rousseau, Story, and Ambler families of Philadelphia; the six-book, bestselling ~a modern fairytale~ series; and several other stand-alone novels and novellas, including the critically-acclaimed, 2018 RITA© nominated, USA Today bestselling contemporary romance, Unloved, a love story.
 
Katy’s first modern fairytale romance, The Vixen and the Vet, was nominated for a RITA® in 2015 and won the 2015 Kindle Book Award for romance. Katy’s boxed set, The English Brothers Boxed Set, Books #1–4, hit the USA Today bestseller list in 2015, and her Christmas story, Marrying Mr. English, appeared on the list a week later. In May 2016, Katy’s Blueberry Lane collection, The Winslow Brothers Boxed Set, Books #1–4, became a New York Times e-book bestseller.
 
Katy’s books are available in English, French, German, Italian, Portuguese and Turkish.
 
Katy lives in the relative wilds of northern Fairfield County, Connecticut, where her writing room looks out at the woods, and her husband, two young children, two dogs, and one Blue Tonkinese kitten create just enough cheerful chaos to remind her that the very best love stories begin at home.
 
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Title: Jack of Spades: Vegas Underground
Author: Renee Rose
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: September 28, 2018

 

 

 

“YOU’RE AT MY MERCY NOW, AMORE.”
Sorry, bella. You got dealt the losing hand.
Witness to a crime, you’re my prisoner now.
I didn’t mean for things to happen this way,
But tying you to my bed and making you scream
Is an unexpected pleasure. A privilege, really.
And even if I did trust you, now that I’ve had a taste,
I’m not sure I’d let you go…

 

 

USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR RENEE ROSE is a naughty wordsmith who writes kinky BDSM novels. Named Eroticon USA’s Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, she has also won The Romance Reviews Best Historical Romance, and Spanking Romance Reviews’ Best Sci-fi, Paranormal, Historical, Erotic, Ageplay and favorite couple and author. She’s hit #1 on Amazon in multiple categories in the U.S. and U.K., is often found on the list of Amazon’s Top Author list. She also pens BDSM stories under the name Darling Adams.

 

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Title: Be What Love Is
Series: Love Overseas
Author: Ellie Malouff
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 1, 2018

Family secrets, black tie galas, and forbidden love in one epic standalone romance.
 
CARA
I’m an American girl, through and through, with a sentimental side. He’s a posh Englishman who only cares about the bottom line. He’s absolutely maddening, and if he weren’t the co-beneficiary of my grandfather’s English estate I’d have nothing to do with him. Trust me, he feels the same way about me. He’s stuffy and rigid, but undeniably handsome.
 
Playing house with Reid was not how I planned on spending my summer, but now that we’re stuck together under the same roof, I’m starting to see him in a whole new light.
REID
It’s been twenty years since Cara has stepped foot in England. Trevor and Anna must have been out of their minds to bequeath her half of the estate. Then again, she convinced me to spend the summer going through their house, so maybe I’m the one that’s truly lost it. 
 
Staying in Somerset, away from my life in London, has nothing to do with how sexy she is. At least that’s what I’ve been telling myself. But I’d be lying if I claimed I’m only here for the money, because the longer it takes to settle the estate, the more I want this summer with Cara to last forever.


CARA


“Little ballerina,” my grandfather whispers, luring me awake. I can’t open my eyes, but I have a feeling I should. Suddenly, my window bursts open and a gust of wind and rain blows the sheet off my body. I spring out of bed, terrified. I dash out of the bedroom and toward the nearest light source, which comes from beneath Reid’s bedroom door. I knock frantically.
Loud stomping moves across the room, and he swings the door wide open. “My god, Cara. Are you all right?”
I can’t answer through the sobbing. I rush into the light, right past him and take deep breaths. Before I know it, he’s wrapping his arms around me and whispering, “What happened?” over and over again. His warmth comforts me as does his scent. He smells soapy and fresh. Alive.
“I think this place is haunted.”
“What makes you say that?”
I pull out of his arms and notice for the first time that he isn’t wearing a shirt, just pajama bottoms that hang loosely from his hips, like the first night we met. Much to my embarrassment, my eyes travel all the way down his well-sculpted torso, from his broad shoulders and firm pecs that have the perfect smattering of hair, over his defined abs, and down his happy trail. Yes, he has a trail of happiness, and I’m definitely staring at it.
He shakes me a bit. “Cara?”
“The window burst open,” I tell him and shiver from the memory.
“Did you forget to lock it?”
“I don’t know. I don’t remember. I think it was my grandfather. . .” I trail off.
“It was the storm, I promise. These windows are old.” He sits me down on his bed and then darts out of the room, I suspect to check things out and shut the window. When he returns, he sits beside me.
“There was something else.” I try to remember why I got so scared.
“What else?” he asks quietly and then gently squeezes my hands, making my anxiety melt away.
“I think I heard my name, or it was the nickname he had for me.”
“What nickname?”
Embarrassment replaces any remaining fear. It had to have been a dream. I’m starting to come out of it, and realize where I am and what’s happening. I also realize that I’m only wearing a t-shirt and panties. I try to roll with it, but I can’t help pull my hands out of his grasp and yank my t-shirt down over my thighs.
It doesn’t go unnoticed. He stands up and turns away, then clears his throat. I check out his back, which is as well sculpted as his chest. The first night we bumped into each is such a blur, so I’m a little surprised at how muscular he is, but I’m even more surprised at the tattoo he has on his shoulder. I did not notice that before. It’s an angular lion standing on its back legs and roaring with sharp claws. A monogram of K-L-G is weaved between flames around it, all in black. A tattoo doesn’t fit his personality in the slightest. How did that come to be?
Climbing off his big bed, I tell him, “It was just a dream, I’m sorry I woke you.”
“It’s okay, I wasn’t sleeping,” he says as he slips on a t-shirt, much to my disappointment. “I was working.”
“This late?” I ask as I head toward his door.
He looks over his shoulder at me and nods, and then quite clearly flexes his jaw. Time to go. I’m sorry I interrupted his work and cried in front of him again. Will I ever stop crying in front of this guy?
“Goodnight, Reid,” I murmur.
“Cara, wait,” he says and takes a few steps toward me. His eyes meet mine before he puts his hand on my shoulder and runs it down my arm. Warm tingles glide up my spine. “Are you sure you’re all right?”
I look away and shake my head. “Yeah, totally.”
“Do you want me to walk you to your room?”
“No,” I jump in, too embarrassed as it is. “I’ve got it.”
He takes a step back and studies me for a moment, before crossing his arms. “Goodnight, Cara,” he says as softly as he did in the dining room.
I turn to go, but still feel his eyes on me until I’m out of his sight. Back in my room, I turn on the light and shut the door. I crawl back into bed and pull the covers up to my ears.
My eyes wander from my ballerina painting over to the wall I share with Reid. I replay our moment over and over again, rubbing my hands together, trying to erase the feeling of his hands holding mine, but it’s impossible. I feel him, I smell him, and I see in my dreams all night long.


Copyright © 2018 Ellie Malouff
All rights reserved.

 

Ellie Malouff has been dreaming up stories for as long as she can remember. As an avid reader, she loves getting lost in books and decided one day to give a little back to the literary world with her own contribution. When she’s not writing, you can find her parked on the couch in Colorado with her husband, kids, and cats. She loves traveling to Ireland whenever she gets the chance.

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