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Series: Dahlia Saga #1-#2
Author: Natalie Bennett
Genre: Dark Romance
Release Date: May 28, 2019
Cover Design: Opulent Designs

Everyone knows the stories about naïve girls being taken by beautiful monsters.

Often the monster is a tortured soul with a fucked up past, but even then, that monster is redeemable.
This is not one of those stories.
My monster revels in the carnage he creates.
Our story is not one where good prevails and the villain becomes a hero.
My reality is dark.
His demons are darker.
And though I love my monster, this is no fairytale.
There is no happily ever after.


Love is a tragedy designed for two.
What would you endure to see it through?
I was nothing.
He was both madness and paradise.
I was innocent.
He was twisted, harboring sadistic secrets.
I was a malignant obsession.
Now I am his most prized possession.

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>> OBSCENE <<
Natalie Bennett is the creator of erotic stories that always come with a warning label. She writes about depraved alpha a**holes and women that love to hate them. Her books don’t follow any specific tropes, have no set word counts, and tend to deviate from traditional HEA’s.

When she isn’t in front of her computer she’s spending time with her husband and their three little boys.

Natalie is an avid fan of caramel frappes, horror movies, Shameless, and of course, reading.

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Title: Cry Mercy
Series: Blood Legion MC Book 1
Author: Rie Warren
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date:
Gritty star-crossed lovers? You have no idea . . . 
ANGEL
I thought I knew bad times. The worst times. My dad murdered, the MC that’s rightfully mine ripped apart by corrupt rule. I didn’t know anything about true horror until I met a Tennessean girl named Mercy. 
Angel and Mercy, frigging ironic, right? You don’t know the half of it. Blood Legion MC is my legacy, and revenge against me is Mercy’s. If you’re looking for gritty star-crossed lovers in the Crescent City, you’ve found it. Because there’s a damn good chance one of us won’t make it out of here alive. 
MERCY
I’m at the mercy of my menfolk. Mercy . . . ironic, isn’t it? Because my cousin and my uncle show no mercy to me, despite my name. I’m used against my will. I’m beaten and worse when I don’t behave. I have no freedom, only one friend, and no chance of escape even though New Orleans is so vibrant I feel like I could touch the colors. 
I fled the compound for just one night. I shouldn’t have. I met a biker called Angel—Angel. He’s blond as a seraph, but big and tall and full of sweet talk I’ve never heard before. Except he’s my family’s enemy. 
Angel can’t be my only hope because my kin have vowed to take out him and the rest of the Blood Legion MC in one big Tenn-tucky blaze of glory.

“Hey, Angel! You got a live one there?” A man with tons of chunky silver rings on his fingers yelled over to our quiet corner.

“Fuck. Off. Saint,” Angel replied, swiping him the middle finger without even looking.

“Saint?” I asked, lips curling together. “And Angel.”

Angel winked. “And don’t forget Mercy. Must be destined, oui?”I smothered a smile, taking another long drink of my beer. “Well, I don’t think he’s a saint or you’re an angel. Not by the way those pretty ladies looked like they were competing for your company earlier.”

“You saw that?” Groaning, he rubbed a hand down his cheek. Then his face lit up from the inside. “So you were watching me just as much as I was watching you.”

I couldn’t help but laugh as he gloated.

Then I pressed my palm against his chest and lifted up to the toes of my boots to whisper against his jaw, “I was waiting to see if you’d get your eyes gouged out.”

He laughed loudly, tipping his head back so his gold curls shimmered.

I snickered, draining the rest of my beer.

“Buy you another?” His arm ringed around my waist.

And alarm bells went off.

I wrestled free, quickly checking the time on my watch.

Almost midnight.

“I have to go.” I slammed my bottle onto the nearest table.

“Didn’t mean to scare you off, Mercy.” Angel stepped in front of me as I waded to the door.

He held his hands raised in front of him.

I dodged around him, fleeing like I should have done an hour ago.

Running down the sidewalk, I tripped on the uneven pavement in my over-sized boots.

A strong arm banded around my waist, drawing me up and steadying me.

“Got you, beb.”

Puffs of breath pelted against my ear, and then Angel released me from his grasp.

He spun me gently around, his hair like a halo lit by the streetlight. “At least let me give you a ride. Where you headed?”

I shook my head. “I just need to go. Please.”

I got the feeling Angel L’Esperance didn’t chase just anyone. But I couldn’t let him get close to me. I didn’t want him knowing where I lived.

Shame and embarrassment bled into one big ball of regret.

His fingers came up to tenderly caress my cheek.

The first touch on my skin from a male that didn’t make me flinch or quake or want to crawl away in fear.

“Can I at least get a kiss?”

My heart leaped.

Angel didn’t pose a threat. How could he, with a name like that and sincerity shining in his clear blue eyes?

Even more, he’d easily tunneled beneath years of distrust and hurt . . . in mere minutes.

“Yes,” I whispered.

He closed his eyes. He hummed a deep rumbling sound. He bent his burnished head over mine, and seconds later the softest, most pleasurable sensation melted against my mouth. His tongue took a trip across the seam of my lips, sailing to a stop before he plucked my bottom lip between both of his.

When he drew back, I swore I could read dreams in his eyes.

It wasn’t a kiss. It was a promise. It tasted like hope.

Hope I couldn’t afford.

Oh lord.

“How about your number, Miss Mercy?”

Hope became cinders in my mouth. “I don’t think so.”

Threading his fingers through his hair, he tousled the strands even more. “At least let me put my number in your phone.”

“I don’t have a cell phone.” Another thing I wasn’t allowed.

He frowned heavily at me before grasping my hand and squeezing it. “Wait here.”

He raced back to the bar, and I knew I should leave while I could.

But my lips tingled. I pressed my fingers against my mouth, remembering the firm warm pressure.

I wasn’t going to make it back to the Lair in time.

Half a minute later, Angel ran back to me. His grin didn’t make it to his eyes that time. He stuffed a napkin in my pocket.

“My number. Call me.”

“Why?”

He laughed curtly. “Whaddya mean why? I wanna see you again, Mercy.” Gathering my hands in his, he asked, “You sure I can’t give you a ride?”

“I have to go. I have to go now.”

“Okay.” He released me. “Okay.”

I turned away from him, pulling the napkin out to crush it in my hand. To hold it in my hand.

Dashing away tears that came from the deep hidden well within, I sprinted. I looked back once, and Angel still watched. He watched until I was out of sight.

I tried to keep my bearings. I hoped I got home before my kinfolk. Because something bad would happen if they found me missing.

SAVE GRACE RELEASING JUNE 10, 2019


Badass, sassafras Rie Warren is an OG Amazon All Star author of Bad Boy books and MC romance. She delivers five star sex, suspense, and the best banter around. Her stories are one hundred percent original, do not contain fluffy plots or virgin brides, and wring every last emotion from readers to leave them with a satisfied smile. Rie’s tough alpha males are never brought to heel, but are instead healed by the feisty femme fatale of their perfect match.


She grew up in Maine, went to college in Iowa (Iowa, what?), lived in Scotland, and married in Englishman. In true roundabout fashion, they came back to the States, settled in South Carolina’s lowcountry, putting down southern roots and pursuing their arty endeavors. Tale spinner and character diviner, Rie is a lover of sleep, wine, and rude memes often involving either Disney characters or Winnie the Pooh. She is raising two teen daughters along with an entire brain full of unruly characters.

Rough-talking alpha men? Rie has that on tap.
Stubborn sassy heroines? You bet.
Smoldering sex scenes that’ll set your Kindle on fire? Check, check, check.
Keep a fan handy, you’ll need it.

Follow the signup link below to her romance newsletter for sneak peeks, new releases, first looks, and her quirky sense of humor.

And, as always, happy sexy reading to you!

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A Single Parent Collection

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Sexy Single Dads. Strong Single Moms.

THEN THERE WAS YOU features single parents who weren’t looking—didn’t need anyone—until the right someone came along.

Experience the highs and lows of parenthood, love lost and gained, and new beginnings with this collection of stories. They’re sure to leave you with a full heart and a smile on your face.

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Title: Bad Company: A Stepbrother Romance
Author: S.L. Sterling
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 31, 2019
Cover Design: Sarah Paige, Opium House Creatives
Logan
From the moment we met, I despised Leah as much as she hated me. It only made matters worse when my mother became involved with her father. So, ten years ago, I moved away. But when I come back for the big anniversary party, the rivalry has disappeared and we’re being congratulated for putting aside our differences. What they don’t know is that if I get my way, tonight we’ll be sharing a room…
Leah

From the moment we met, I did everything to get Logan’s attention. All that he’d direct toward me were mean pranks often leaving me in tears. Even when he left for ten years, I still tried to get his attention. It took me a long time before I finally gave up. When Logan shows up unannounced for the big anniversary party, I expect the worst case of rivalry yet, but instead, we’re actually getting along, and everyone is thrilled. And when I end up finding out the truth of why he is back, it shocks me to my core.

S.L. Sterling was born and raised in southern Ontario. She now lives in Northern Ontario Canada and is married to her best friend and soul mate and their two dogs. 

An avid reader all her life, S.L. Sterling dreamt of becoming an author. She decided to give writing a try after one of her favorite authors launched a course on how to write your novel. This course gave her the push she needed to put pen to paper and her debut novel “It Was Always You” was born. 

When S.L. Sterling isn’t writing or plotting her next novel she can be found curled up with a cup of coffee, blanket and the newest romance novel from one of her favorite authors on her e-reader. Her favorite authors include Kendall Ryan, Vi Keeland, Penelope Ward, Lauren Blakely, Alessandra Torre and Willow Winters. 

In her spare time, she enjoys camping, hiking, sunny destinations, spending quality time with family and friends and of course reading.
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Title: Love Will Save Your Soul
Series: A Taking Chances Novel
Author: Katrina Marie
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 20, 2019
Cover Design: KP Designs

 

 

 

She never saw him coming. 

 

After walking away from an abusive relationship, Sophia was determined to create a new, better, life for herself. Swearing off guys seemed like an easy task, until she started working at Life in Ink…
Adrian is done with relationships. When his fiance left him for the “picture perfect” life, he decided then and there, he wasn’t going to give his heart to another woman. That is, until the tattoo shop he works at hires a receptionist.
Sophia and Adrian can’t deny the chemistry between them. But when a threat from Sophia’s past comes knocking on her door, everything begins falling apart.
Can two people push through their insecurities and let love save them from themselves?

 

Prologue

Slivers of moonlight filter in through the blinds, illuminating the otherwise dark room. Dawson lies next to me, snoring softly. This is something I would have found adorable when we started dating. Now, it’s annoying that he can sleep peacefully. He should be the one wide awake, in turmoil over the words he’s thrown at me. 

Instead, I’m the one curled up into a ball wondering how the hell I got here. It’s not how I envisioned our lives together. When we first moved in together, everything was perfect. We spent time together every night, and I knew he adored me. Now… now, I’m always waiting for the other shoe to drop. Never knowing when something I say is going to set him off. Every day is like walking on eggshells, hoping he’ll be in a good mood. 

If my parents knew how badly my relationship has gone downhill, they would be appalled. Dawson has never laid a hand on me, but the verbal slams pain me almost as much. A shard of glass, glinting in the corner, catches my eye. It’s a small reminder of pissing him off earlier this evening because I didn’t fold his laundry the way he likes it. The vase hitting the wall before shattering will forever be etched into my mind. I should be used to it by now, the sound of whatever he can get his hands on hitting the wall. But it’s not something I should ever have to be accustomed to. 

Everyone has an opinion about how they would react if they found themselves in this sort of situation. They will never truly know the fear that courses through you at the thought of leaving. The lengths a person like Dawson will go through in order to keep you by their side. The I’m sorry’s, and empty promises. All of it grooming you, cultivating you to do what you’re supposed to do, and stand beside them. Even when the very sight of them makes you sick to your stomach. 

But no more. At least, not for me. I’m done being the person he takes out his anger on. No longer willing to be the one he uses to make himself feel big. I am better than this. I deserve more than this. 

With one last glance at Dawson’s sleeping form, I gently climb out of bed. The bags I packed hours before he got home await me in the coat closet. Most would call me a coward for taking off in the middle of the night, but it’s the only time I can ensure that I’m going to get out with my dignity intact. 

As quietly as possible, I pull my bags out of the closet and my keys off the key hook. Opening the door, I breathe in the cold winter night. My first taste of freedom in over six months. A voice from down the hallway stops me in my tracks. 

“Going somewhere?” Dawson asks, voice scratchy with sleep. 

Part of me wants to turn around and put my bags up. To beg for forgiveness and hope this isn’t the time he’ll begin using his fists. But I push that reaction down, determined to take my stand and be the strong person I know is hidden deep inside me. “Yeah,” my voice comes out in a squeak. Clearing my throat, I try again. “Yes, I’m going to my parents.” 

“No, you aren’t,” he takes a step toward me, hands curled into fists at his side. 

The urge to retreat courses through me. Dropping my bags and running for my car would be the easiest option. But… it could also end with me stumbling over something and hurting myself in the process. If I don’t stand up for myself now, there’s no guarantee I won’t come back to him later. It’s a vicious cycle, and one that I’m sick of. Straightening my back, I broaden my shoulders. I refuse to let him intimidate me the way he has. Refuse to let him think he can control me for one second longer. “Yes, I am,” I lift my chin higher. “I’m done, Dawson. This isn’t working for me. The yelling, throwing things at me… I deserve more than that. You aren’t the man I thought you were when we first moved in together. I won’t be your prisoner anymore.” 

Tightening my grip on my keys in one hand, and my bag in the other, I step outside the door. This place is no longer my home. “Goodbye, Dawson.” 

“You can’t just leave me, Sophie.” His voice is pained. “I’ll do better. Go to counseling. Anything.” The sad thing is, I’ve heard all this before. Things will be great between us for a week or two, then it’s back to the same old story. 

“Sorry,” I close the door behind me and walk briskly to my car. Fear makes me want to look back, but I don’t. He’s not going to follow me. Not yet, anyway. I’m sure he’ll show up at my parents’ house with some sob story. But by then, it’ll be too late. They’ll know the truth of how my life has been. There’s no way Mom, or Dad, will let him come anywhere near me. 

Unlocking my car door, I throw my bags into the passenger seat before sliding behind the wheel. A glance toward the apartment shows Dawson’s shadowed outline in the doorway. Without taking my eyes off the door, I start the car and put it in gear. It’s time to rebuild myself and put everything Dawson tore down back together.
Katrina Marie lives in the Dallas area with her husband, two children, and fur baby. She is a lover of all things geeky and Gryffindor for life.

 


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Book: Smoke by Gemma Weir (#5 in the Archer’s Creek Series)

Genre: Series-interconnected stand-alone contemporary MC Romance

Release Date: 13th June 2019

 

 

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Gemma Weir is a half crazed stay at home mom to three kids, one man child and a hell hound. She has lived in the midlands, in the UK her whole life and has wanted to write a book since she was a child. Gemma has a ridiculously dirty mind and loves her book boyfriends to be big, tattooed alpha males. She’s a reader first and foremost and she loves her romance to come with a happy ending and lots of sexy sex.

 

 

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Title: Take Me Hard
Series: Arizona Heat Book 3
Author: Katie Douglas
Genre: Erotic/Western Romance
Release Date: May 10, 2019
 

“Naughty takes a few unpredictable turns when emotions come out to play. Douglas spices up romance in the most sinful way.”  – Goodreads reviewer

 

 


“𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐥-𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐲.”
 
When I met Clay Dale, he just made me so mad. Telling me what to do. Making me stay at his place just because he accidentally hit me with his truck. Who does that?
 
His dominance does strange things to my body, and when he brings out the rope… all I want him to do is take me, hard. But I can’t betray my dreams of making it in Hollywood. I’m so torn, I’m almost at breaking point, and not just because I got pounded by his enormous… truck.
 
𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘔𝘦 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘈𝘳𝘪𝘻𝘰𝘯𝘢 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘸𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴, 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘮, 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘯𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘺 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶.
 
USA Today and worldwide number 1 bestselling author Katie Douglas is the sort of incorrigible British girl you’d find at St Trinian’s. She recently quit her job as a school librarian in China to write steamy romance full-time, and loves reading and writing books filled with steamy alphas with hearts of gold. She prefers cozy diners to fancy restaurants, coffee or whisky to champagne, and sometimes she adults.
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