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Title: Alec

Series: Reed Security Series

Author: Giulia Lagomarsino

Genre: Contemporary Security Romance

Release Date: September 25, 2019

Alec

I’ve been chasing this damn woman for three years. Our relationship is finally out in the open and I’m not letting this chance slip past me. I will make her mine, and there won’t be any room for arguments. There’s the slight problem of Craig, our other teammate. He knows what we do in the other rooms at night, or during the day, and that leaves us in a bit of a predicament. But we’ll work it out. I always get my woman, and Florrie is all mine.

Florrie

It took me by surprise when I fell for Alec. I hadn’t intended to ever sleep with my teammate, but then one day, he was there and so damn sexy. It was just supposed to be sex, nothing more. But he kept pushing and then one day, it was out in the open. Everyone knew and there was no way for me to stop what was happening. Except, there’s just one problem, I’ve got a secret that ensures we’ll never be together in the way he wants. Now I just have to find a way to tell him.

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I’m a stay at home mom that loves to read. Some of my favorite titles are Pride and Prejudice, Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, and Horatio Hornblower. I started writing when I was trying to come up with suggestions on ways I could help bring in some extra money. I came up with the idea that I could donate plasma because you could earn an extra $500/month. My husband responded with, “No. Find something else. Write a blog. Write a book.” I didn’t think I had anything to share on blog that a thousand other mothers hadn’t already thought of. I decided to take his challenge seriously and sat down to write my first book, Jack. I was surprised at how much I enjoyed writing. From there, the stories continued to flow and I haven’t been able to stop. I hope my readers enjoy my books as much as I enjoy writing them. Between reading, writing, and taking care of three small kids, my days are quite full.

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Title: All of Me

Series: Rock Me Series (standalone)

Author: Lee Piper

Genre: Contemporary Rocker Romance Novella

Release Date: October 3, 2019
Cover Design: CT Cover Creations

Tilly

Famous rock stars don’t fall for girls like me. With a voice to die for, the perfect bad-boy swagger, and a dirty mouth—I never should’ve fallen for Kai Jenner. But I did… right before I left him.

Kai

She left. Screaming fans and willing groupies can’t get enough of me, and the one woman I want to stick around past the concert after-party f*cking leaves. I never should’ve said those three words to her. But I did… and I’m going to f*cking say them again—when I find her.

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Scuffed black combat boots, the laces undone, and the leather worn. Fitted black jeans, the knees ripped, and the waistband hanging low. Narrow hips with a dragon tattoo poking from beneath his belt. Defined V. Washboard abs. Pronounced pecs. Wide shoulders. Strong neck. Long, straight brown hair.
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
Kai Jenner is staring at me.
I can’t move.
I can’t swallow.
I can’t draw breath.
I can only stare as my heart shatters a thousand times over.

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‘Perfect rock star romance.’ -Amazon reviewer

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Title: Wilder Love

Author: Emery Rose

Genre: Contemporary Romance Standalone

Release Date: September 26, 2019
Cover Design: Najla Qamber

I was infatuated with Shane Wilder since the first time I saw him surfing. But we couldn’t be together. Not yet, anyway. I was too young and screwed up. He was too focused on chasing his dream.

So we became friends. We met on the rooftop for late-night confessions under the stars. Cruised along the Pacific Coast Highway with the wind in our hair and the sun on our faces.

I took photos of all the beautiful and ugly and interesting things, while he traveled the world in search of the perfect waves.

I told him I would wait for him.

I never meant to lie.

I never meant to ruin his life.

I. Destroyed. Him.

As his star faded, mine burned bright. But as everyone knows, all that glitters is not gold.

Now I’m back after seven long years, hoping for a chance to right my wrongs and fix what I’ve broken. This time I can only hope that loving Shane Wilder will be enough to save him.

Emery Rose has been known to indulge in good red wine, strong coffee, and a healthy dose of sarcasm. She loves writing sexy alpha heroes, strong heroines, artists, beautiful souls, and flawed but redeemable characters who need to work for their HEA.

When she’s not working on her latest project, you can find her binge-watching Netflix, trotting the globe in search of sunshine, or immersed in a good book. A former New Yorker, she currently resides in London with her two fabulous daughters and one grumpy, but lovable Border Terrier.

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Title: Fighting for Valor

Series: Fighting from the Keyboard Collection

Author: Patricia D. Eddy

Genre: Military Romance

Release Date: September 10, 2019
Cover Design: Deranged Doctor Design
Photo: Paul Henry Serres

val·or: great bravery in the face of danger, especially in battle

Once, Jackson Richards had it in spades. As a member of the United States Special Forces, he fought alongside the bravest and most capable men he’d ever known.

Then one mistake landed them all in Hell.

For six months, he fought. But one terrible day, his captors learned the full extent of his skills, and that sealed his fate.

Tortured and broken for endless months in conditions that made Hell look like a five-star resort, Jackson Richards died, and Isaad was born. Shaped into a weapon for the wrong side, he’d forgotten who he once was. Who he was meant to be.

Until the days his captor imprisoned Joey Taylor.

Helping Joey and her marine escape reminded Jackson of the man he used to be. And now, he’ll fight. For himself. For the friends he thought he lost in Hell. And for Caro. The woman with a secret he can’t ignore.

If he’s strong enough, he’ll leave Isaad behind. Maybe then, he can take back his true name.

Ripper.

WARNING: This book contains scenes of torture and implied sexual violence that may be disturbing to sensitive readers

“You’re a piece of work,” I mutter to myself, and a quick inhalation from the sidewalk causes me to jerk my head around. Brown eyes meet mine, and the woman from the previous night freezes. In one hand, she carries her set of kitty cat brass knuckles, and in the other, a grease-stained bag.

“I…uh…b-brought you something,” she stammers as she climbs the first step and then stops.

“Hoping to bribe me into not axe murdering you?” She flinches and squeezes her eyes shut for a brief moment. “Bad joke. Sorry. But Ripper…really is my name. Or what everyone calls me.” I push up to sitting and rest my back against the church door. “And I’m not a charity case.”

“Didn’t say you were.” She thrusts the bag at me, and when I don’t move, drops it next to my hip. “We had extra. It’s rainy and kind of cold tonight. I thought…a hot meal might…shit. Never mind. Take it or leave it.”

She turns, and the scents of cheese and salsa waft up from the bag. “Wait a minute, sunshine.” Digging into the paper, I find an aluminum foil pan covered with a healthy serving of enchiladas lightly covered in cheese and red sauce, a half pint of refried beans, and a bag of marinated carrots and jicama. “This smells great.”

A hint of pride straightens her shoulders, and the corners of her lips curve into a half-smile. “Thanks.”

“You made this?” I grabbed a granola bar and an apple at my apartment, but my stomach rumbles at the prospect of something…so very different than my everyday diet. The first bite takes me back to my mama’s cooking, and I think I moan a little.

In the light of the street lamp, her cheeks glisten with the misty rain and turn a bright pink. “I work at a food truck. Today’s menu was Mexican comfort food.”

“My mama learned how to cook from my abuela, who grew up in Mexico. These are the best enchiladas I’ve had since I left Texas.”

She toys with a blue pendant hanging from a silver chain around her neck. Joy and sadness battle for control of her features, but joy seems to win in the end. “Thank you. That means a lot.”

A tendril of long brown hair plasters itself to her cheek as she stares down at her sensible black shoes. Her ankle’s wrapped in an ACE bandage, and as she fidgets, I can tell she isn’t putting all her weight on it. “You okay? After last night?”

“Oh. Yes. I should…go. Let you eat in peace.”

“Wait.” I don’t know why I’m stopping her. But the idea of her being hurt, and that I caused it, doesn’t sit well with me. “What’s your name?”

“Cara,” she says quietly.

“You live…uh…close?” Her eyes widen, and I kick myself. If she didn’t think I was a stalker or an axe murderer before, she does now. “I just mean…it’s wet out. And you weren’t the most graceful last night. I…be careful, okay?”

A scowl twists those heart-shaped lips, and she levels me with an acerbic stare. “I’m not the one sleeping on the streets with no defenses. And I’m very graceful. When I want to be. Good night, Ripper.” Her curtsey is a little lopsided since she isn’t putting her full weight on her right foot, but she turns on her left heel and starts limping away.

“‘Night, Cara.” As the rain intensifies and I dig back into the takeout container of enchiladas, I wonder why it’s easier for me to talk to a stranger than it is the men I consider my brothers.

Patricia D. Eddy likes to consider herself an unstoppable force. As long as there’s coffee. Then, the voices in her head come to life.

Her tales of werewolves, vampires and witches; Doms and subs; and battle-hardened, scarred military heroes feature characters so real, you’ll want to jump inside the pages of her books to be friends with them. Or just give them a hug.

When she’s not writing, she’s a professional freelance fiction editor and technical writer. On weekends, she loves to take on home improvement projects, especially if they involve power tools.

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Title: Dragon’s Hoard

Series: Dragon War Chronicles: Book 4

Author: A.G. Carothers

Genre: Urban Fantasy/PNR

Release Date: September 26, 2019

Cover Artist: AngstyG

Previously on Dragon War Chronicles, the first strike was made against their enemies, but the cost was heavy.

Mourning their losses, Danica still must prepare for dragons that will be coming to woo her. She already knows the dragon she wants to mate to, but will she convince Kollin that she’s ready to commit?

Of all the dragons going to Toulouse to meet Danica and see if they have a chance only one has a completely different agenda. He knows which dragon he wants and it isn’t Danica. Will Xavier win the heart of Danica’s brother?

Anchin Luu, Danica’s brother and manager of her Las Vegas casino, Dragon’s Hoard, has spent his whole life alone due to his deadly nature. A broken experiment and retired assassin Anchin isn’t sure what to make of the water dragon that has invaded his life.

Love is in the air, but so is gunpowder. SLIPs going missing, Coyotes crashing parties, and a mating you’ll never forget are all in store for you on the next exciting installment of Dragon War Chronicles.

Attention: This book contains explicit sexual content between consenting dragons.

Dragon War Chronicles is a continuous series. It is best read in order.

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Danica immediately went for the naan fromage. “Are there any foods you don’t like?”

Kollin picked up a samosa and put it on his plate. He blew on his fingers and shook them.

Danica snickered. “Careful it’s hot.”

Kollin narrowed his eyes in mock annoyance. “As a matter of fact, there are some things I don’t like.”

Danica swallowed her mouthful. “What kinds of things?”

Kollin cut open the samosa with a knife and fork. Danica watched him with amusement and wondered what he’d think when she ate her food with her hands just like most people she knew from India.

“I don’t like pickles.” Kollin scrunched his nose in an adorable fashion. “They’re slimy and gross, in my opinion.”

Danica nodded her head as she chewed. “I guess I can see that. I like them, but I can see how they could be wrong texturally.”

Kollin speared a piece of samosa on his fork and dipped it in the tamarind chutney and blew on it again. “I don’t like butter either.” He popped the piece in his mouth and chewed with a slight moan. They were fantastic, but that didn’t distract Danica from his confession.

“Butter? Seriously? How do you not like butter?” Danica looked at him in horror with more naan halfway to her mouth.

Kollin chewed slowly with his eyes closed, completely ignoring her. Danica studied him and put her hand down. His face was gorgeous in its bliss, but she was impatient and wanted to know more about this. He swallowed and opened his eyes.

“I just don’t like it on things like toast or pancakes or sandwiches. I’m okay with it baked in things, but I just don’t like the flavor.” He shrugged and took another bite.

Danica’s eyes widened. “Oh. My. Ancestors, Kollin! What about popcorn?”

Kollin’s face screwed up in disgust. “That’s disgusting, Danica. How can you defile popcorn with butter?” His tone was completely serious. “Toffee or caramel or cheese or just that plain spray-on sugary stuff. Or chocolate.” He nodded thoughtfully and then pegged her with a stare. “But never ever, don’t even get near me with that stuff…butter.” Kollin shuddered dramatically.

Danica’s mouth hung open, and she closed it with a harrumph. “Well, that just means more for me then.” She huffed at him and picked up a pakora. “Are there any other oddities I should know about regarding food?”

Kollin smiled around his mouthful of idlis and then swallowed. “Bananas.”

She reached over to pick up one of the spicy fried prawns she loved and shrugged. “Texture?”

“Yeah. You have to remember I didn’t grow up with them nor did I have them for the first hundred years of my life, so they’re more foreign to me than other things.”

Danica nodded in understanding and continued to eat the pile of prawns down. She offered one to Kollin who nearly choked on it, and Danica had to have some milk brought over. “We should add, can’t take really spicy things to the list.”

Kollin drained the glass and took a breath. “I like spice, but those are very hot.” Santosh brought him another glass of milk, and Danica smiled while she popped another one in her mouth.

“What can I say? I like hot things.” She winked at him, and he burst out in laughter.

A. G. Carothers is actually a dragon very cleverly disguised as a human. They are a non-binary author of LGBTQIA Romance and Urban Fantasy, who enjoys writing original and entertaining stories. They are very excited to share the worlds they’ve created with you.

A.G. currently lives in Tennessee with their platonic life partner, who is not a dragon. They yearn to live back in Europe and will some day. In their spare time they are addicted to losing themselves in the lovely worlds created by other authors

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Title: Nick

Series: O’Connor Brothers

Author: A. S. Kelly

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: August 20, 2019

I’ve never liked lies. I’m an honest guy: I say exactly what I’m thinking without any filter. Without considering the consequences.

That’s why people always think I’m an idiot. Someone who only wants to have fun, who never has any problems.

Someone who never worries about the future.

I’ve made my decision.

I’ve chosen myself and left everything else behind.

But what happens when karma comes back to turn your life upside-down? When you find yourself standing in front of someone who could break down all of your walls?

The only woman capable of looking past the façade, and seeing Nick O’Connor for what he really is: a liar.

Would it make sense to keep lying? And, for the first time in my life, could I live with just being Nick?

It’s a dangerous game, a match to be played.

The last match. My match.

I’m Nick O’Connor, and the whistle’s about to blow: I’m about to face the biggest match of my life. But will I be able to fight until the end? Or will I give in, like I always do?

Because I already know I’m going to lose this challenge. We both will.

Because she deserves everything.

And I have nothing to give.

“Nick O’Connor,” she says, smoothing down her uniform.

I stand there, frozen, my jaw on the floor and my airways blocked.

“C-C…”

She looks at me, her head tilted. “Stuttering problem?”

“W-what? N-no!”

She laughs, and I nearly have a heart attack.

“C-Casey.”

“Wow, we got there in the end. What’s up? Memory loss?”

I shake my head vacantly. “What…How…?”

“What am I doing here? How am I?” she helps me out.

I nod, but I still can’t close my mouth.

“I work in the hospital,” she says, gesturing to her uniform. “And as for the second question…Was that supposed to be ‘how are you’?”

I move my head up and down.

“You used to have so much to say,” she says, raising an eyebrow.

Used to.

Has someone just plunged a knife through my stomach?

“You look good,” she says, letting her eyes slide over my figure.

You look incredible.

“Well, thanks,” she says, grinning.

What? Did I say that out loud? Has my tongue become independent from my brain?

“My brother’s just had a baby,” I manage, trying to fill the silence with something logical in case she thinks I’m an idiot – which, I guess, is what I actually am. But better not to shove that in her face at eight ‘o’clock in the morning.

“Oh,” she says, incredulous.

Surprise effect. Always works.

“Ryan?” she asks.

I shake my head. “Ian.”

“That’s amazing! Congratulations!”

I smile, full of pride. I knew that baby would save my life.

“Maybe I’ll pop in later and say hi to the new arrival.”

“You should. She’s stunning.”

She tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear slowly, tracing it with her finger. Her lips gently curl into a smile that reaches her ears, lighting up her face with tenderness.

What about you? Do you have children? Are you married? Do you have a boyfriend? Are you…?

“I should get going.” She glances at her watch.

Did I not say anything?

Luckily, this time, my brain decided to use its anti-arsehole filter, and prevent any more slip-ups.

“My shift starts in ten minutes and I haven’t had a coffee yet this morning.”

“Can I get it for you?” I ask, suddenly.

The question leaps over my anti-arsehole filter with both feet and lands right in my stomach.

She looks at me for a few seconds, her brow furrowed.

“You’re eight years too late, Nick O’Connor.”

Ah. Busted.

My ego, my pride, and…better stop there.

“Take care,” she says, before striding past me and disappearing down the hospital corridors, leaving me standing in the entrance like a dick, incapable of saying anything that could make her stay.

“Hmm.”

Shit.

I turn to see Ryan leaning smugly against the wall a few metres away from me.

“Was that who I think it was?”

“Shut up.”

He bursts out into such shrieking laughter that it must have come straight from the mouth of hell.

“No way, Nick. This time I definitely won’t shut up.”

“I could put an end to all this right now and kill you out in the car park. There’s already too many of us, and now that Jamie’s here, everyone will be so busy suffocating her with love that no one will even realise you’re gone.”

He steps towards me, with a smile plastered across his face that tells me he’s about to get his revenge. He bends down to pick up my phone and hands it back to me.

“Now it’s your turn to swim through the shit. That,” he says, pointing in the direction that Casey had disappeared, “is your sea. I’m just going to sit back and watch while you splash around, looking for the life raft. And don’t expect me to offer you a hand, unless it’s to hold your head under.”

That’s when I realise that I’m completely fucked. Not because of what Ryan said: his words have no effect on me. He’s nothing against me, I’d squash him like an ant.

The problem is something else.

Something much bigger.

And its name is Casey Madigan.