New Release/Excerpt

Title: Road Trip to Happiness
Author: Maggie Mundy
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: July 17, 2019
Cover Design: Book Cover by Design

 

 

 

Sunny Cairns in North Queensland was supposed to be the best place for a honeymoon. Not so for Scarlet. Her husband left her on their wedding night. Fifteen years ago, her first husband did the same. She is starting to wonder if she is jinxed.
She will not let this beat her. After all, she can cope with anything. Then her Nan dies, and the grief seems too much. She went under once before in her life and does not want to go there again.
Nan requests in her will that Scarlet travel across Australia on a trip she did herself as a young woman.
Scarlet meets people who make her face the past so that she can find the future. One, in particular, Nate makes her believe she can love again.
Maybe your husband leaving you on your wedding night can be a good thing, after all.

 

‘Dear Scarlet.’
“I’m sorry.” The first one said.
I’m going to be sick. Scarlet could feel the bile in her throat.
“I can’t do this.” The second one stated.
The room started to spin as Scarlet’s chest tightened.
“We both know this isn’t going to work. I should have called the wedding off.”
“No, No, No,” Scarlet yelled loud enough to wake up the entire hotel. It took every ounce of her energy, but she pulled herself up and drew the curtains. The sun made her squint and her head thump. She opened the large sliding door and stepped onto the deck. She would go to reception and check things like a normal human being would. The cool morning wind from the ocean hit her skin. Damn, she was still naked. So much for being normal.

 

I live in Adelaide, Australia with my husband, and two dogs. I have a motorbike that I would like to ride more than I do and I love walking at the beach and listening to the waves. I’ve always loved reading all forms of fiction from high fantasy and paranormal to contemporary and decided the stories in my head needed to be written down. It was either that or start on medication. Unlike many, I didn’t know I wanted to be a writer until a few years back. I started off doing a Degree in Drama but soon realized my love was in writing, though there is a play lurking somewhere on my computer. My day job is as a nurse in the operating room. I believe romance can be fun to read and write, but it’s exciting to spice it up with the uncertainty that comes with a bit of suspense where the rules can be broken. 

 

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Cover Reveal/Excerpt/Pre-Order

Title: Forsaken
Series: Scandalous Series
Author: Ady Anes
Genre: New Adult Romance
Release Date: July 23, 2019
Cover Design: Pink Ink Designs
Griffin Harris has watched every one of his friends fall in love. Mostly with each other. It’s kind of hard being the odd man out. Most days it doesn’t bother him though, thanks to the major project he’s spearheading.
A simple run-in with a cute pixie named Dawn changes everything. Without a doubt, Griffin knows that she’s the one.
But what happens when that girl turns out to be a part of the group’s tarnished past?
**Contains mature content**
For maximum reading enjoyment – recommended reading order for the Scandalous Series:
Attraction (Book One)
Irresistible (Book Two)
Temptation (Book Three)
Until Him (Book Four)
Reverence (Book Five)
Surrender (Book Six)
Forsaken (Book Seven)

Meeting Dawn
 

 

Griffin

 


I need to get out of here and clear my head. I’ve been inundated with Desirae’s project and need a distraction to un-muddle my brain. It’s a massive undertaking encompassing the main house that features six private suites spread out throughout, with several levels from the basement up through three floors. Each suite has double walk-in closets, ensuite bathrooms, with either a sunken soaking tub or raised Jacuzzi. The main house has a dining hall that easily seats twelve people. We designed a formal living room on the main floor with a great room in the basement. The family room is on the second floor while the media room is on the third floor. Forget the fact that Des expects Andrea and I to design a state-of-the art gourmet kitchen, fit in a breakfast nook, and insert impressive aquariums to separate rooms rather than using basic walls. This place is going to be a functioning work of art by the time we’re done with it. Fortunately, the game room has been moved from the main house to the community building to ensure enough space to entertain everyone. Des wants an air hockey table while the guys want a pool table. Carina wants a projection screen on one wall so they can play video games while Jaxon wants old-school arcade machines in the corners.
 

 

That room alone is giving me a migraine.

 

 

 

 

I roll my shoulders trying to relax my body. Although I can find plenty of entertainment under the estate roof, it isn’t where I want to be. It’s hard being the odd man out nowadays. I have no wingman to hang out with. My best friend, Diego, is practically attached to the hip to Desirae; where there is one there is always the other. I don’t want to be the third wheel. Thanks, but no thanks. That leaves me looking for ways to entertain myself. I’m not one for nameless, sloppy sex. I’d rather have a casual, although consistent, fling than a carefree night spent with a stranger.

 

 

 

 

Desirae’s property is adjacent to Nic’s property and the estate. Combined, these two have close to 1000 acres. I mean who needs this much land? Apparently, they do. But I digress… Nic has made the most of his property. While the estate may be his heart and soul, he’s not hurting for money thanks to the stables, the hunting cabins, the shooting range, paintball field, spa retreat, and orchards that all generate revenue. The damn property is its own mini compound. Many staff members live in private cabins away from the hustle and bustle of the plethora of amenities and attractions. Nic is freaking self-sufficient growing fruits and veggies, while farming salmon, hunting game on the countless acres, and raising some livestock. All to provide gourmet meals to the estate, hot meals to hunters, and organic foods to those having a spa day.

 

 

 

 

Sheesh.

 

 

 

 

I slip through the hidden entrance of the massive hedge that separates her property from his. It’s quite a natural yet very effective border. The gnarly hedge ensures you can’t just slip through them. Security patrols along this side ensuring no unauthorized person gets through. Des is just as protective of her place as Nic is of his. Statues of naked gods and goddesses decorate the side of the estate’s private lawn while the back is more like a Garden of Eve. I walk aimlessly following the winding trail that heads toward the stables. The scent of hay and manure float on the breeze. It’s a pleasant change from the scent of sex and leather under Hedonism’s roof. There is only so much I can handle of the estate at any given time. Right now, I’m maxed out.

 

 

 

 

Horses nicker as I enter the stable. Already the load lightens from my shoulders as I pat the soft nuzzle of the dark brown horse in front of me. “Can I help you?” A soft feminine voice inquires. I peer around the horse to find an unfamiliar face staring back at me.

 

 

 

 

“Um” I stammer suddenly lost for words. She has short pixie-like hair with bright blue eyes that glitter even within the shadows of the stable. Her eyes widen in surprise as if she recognizes me. It’s entirely possible considering that I’m always with Diego and the girls. Personally-knowing the owner of the estate gives one a special kind of status.

 

 

 

 

“Did you have an appointment?” Her nose scrunches in the cutest way. She seems unsure of herself as she shifts from side-to-side. It’s then that I manage to move my eyes from her pretty face to her body. My pants tighten at the sight of her ample chest. Jaxon would say this girl has an impressive rack. Her tight jeans show off curvy hips and luscious thighs. Damn.

 

 

 

 

She arches her brows waiting.

 

 

 

 

“What?” Her question slowly processes through my lust-addled brain. “No” I belatedly reply, “I just come out here sometimes to groom them. I hope you don’t mind.”

 

 

 

 

“Wouldn’t a guy like you rather spend your time over there?” She flicks her thumb toward the estate. Immediately my hackles are up. Judge perfect strangers much?

 

 

 

 

“What I do with my time is my business” I snap. She flinches at my harsh words but what did she honestly expect?

 

 

 

 

“I’m sorry” she contritely replies. “It’s just that I usually don’t find guests here unless they have an appointment.” Her cheeks heat with embarrassment making me feel like a total douche.

 

 

 

 

“I’m the one that’s sorry” I sigh running my hands through my hair, “Just stressed out. You didn’t deserve that.”

 

 

 

 

“I guess we’re both sorry then” she smiles, and for a moment it reminds me of someone I used to know.

 

 

 

 

“I’m Griffin” I step away from the horse and approach her with my hand extended.

 

 

 

 

Her face pales for just a moment causing me to pause. I don’t want to scare her or anything. She finally extends her quivering hand and shakes mine. “I’m… m-my name is Dawn” she stutters.

 

 

 

 

“Beautiful name for a beautiful girl” I smile at her hoping to put her at ease. Her cheeks redden again. Damn this girl blushes easily.

 

 

 

 

“Thanks” she breathily replies. She looks around the stable at the horses. I’ve never seen her before, yet I feel like I know her somehow.

 

 

 

 

“Have we run into each other here before?” I blurt. I hate asking the whole do we know each other from somewhere since it might be considered a pick-up line.

 

 

 

 

“Here” she squeaks, “I haven’t worked at the stables for long.” She fidgets looking behind her. My dick presses against my zipper insisting that we should get to know her better. I can’t shake the feeling that I know her though. I want to ask more questions, but she looks ready to bolt or be on the verge of a panic attack. And even though she’s cute when she’s nervous I don’t want her to be uncomfortable around me.

 

 

 

 

“Do you like working at the stables?” I ask to defuse the situation. She’s acting more skittish than the horses.

 

 

 

 

“I’ve always loved horses” she strokes the magnificent black stallion next to her. “Mr. Reed put me in charge of the stables.”

 

 

 

 

“That’s wonderful” I genuinely praise. So many girls come to Nicholas in hopes of getting hired for the estate or the nightclub. He doesn’t have paid escorts on the ground but the things that happen within Hedonism come pretty-damn close.

 

 

 

 

“Thanks” she nods her head before heading to the corner of the stable. My eyes drift down to her backside. Damn those jeans fit her just right. I bite back a groan as she bends down to grab something. “So, you know how to properly groom them right?” She questions, completely oblivious to the scrumptious view she’s providing me.

 

 

 

 

“Yep” I croak hoping she doesn’t turn around while I adjust myself.

 

 

 

 

“Which should you use first?” She turns around holding two grooming items in her hand, but she doesn’t offer which is which. “Curry comb or dandy brush?”

 

 

 

 

“Curry comb” I reply motioning to the grooming tool with short teeth and a handle to slip our hands into.

 

 

 

 

“You passed” she smirks. She saunters my way with the curry comb in her hand. My mouth dries as her hips sway with each step. She passes me the comb completely oblivious to my reaction to her. “You earned the right to use the hoof pick” she mock exclaims.

 

 

 

 

I arch my brows not fooled at all by what she’s trying to do. I’m game though. I’ll pick out whatever muck is under the horse’s hooves if it buys me more time with her. “As long as you muck the stalls.” I fold my arms across my chest. Her eyes travel from my face to my torso. She blinks a few times before my words register with her.

 

 

 

 

Good, she’s affected too.

 

 

 

 

I flex my arms for good measure loving how her eyes devour me. I’m not built like Valentino and Rafe. I don’t even have the athletic build like Jaxon and Nicholas, but I’ve been told I’m easy on the eyes.

 

 

 

 

“I get paid to do that, so I don’t mind.” she finally has a comeback. She opens two stalls and leads the horses to me. She begins grooming one without saying another word. I pat the big guy in front of me and croon a few reassuring words as I slip the curry comb into my hand.

 

 

 

 

Dawn and I spend the next hour grooming the horses and giving them treats. It’s the best kind of meditation for me before I get back to work. Desirae is on our asses to get the main house completed before the start of their senior year of college. It’s a tight time schedule but I believe we can do it. Dawn might be the best kind of distraction. She’s a breath of fresh air. I look forward to getting to know her better.

 

  
      
Ady Anes is a dutiful wife and mother in real life, but a dirty girl between the pages. Her love for reading transfers into her passion for writing. She always has stories floating in her head, ready to pour onto blank pages. Ady has a killer sweet tooth, loves music and sports, and names her kids and fur babies after fictional characters.
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Pre-Order Blitz/Excerpt

Title: Game Changer
Series: Change of Hearts Series Book One
Author: Sierra Hill
Genre: Single Daddy/Nanny Sports Romance
Release Date: July 25, 2019
Up until two years ago, I was living large and my life’s priorities were anchored to three things – my NBA stardom, money and celebrity. 

I was also a dick.
 
Until one night turned my world upside down and I suffered unspeakable loss. That event changed the man I was and made me a widowed-single father. 
 
Now I’m a desperate parent trying to raise my special needs son and find him a trustworthy live-in nanny.
 
Grad student Brooklyn Hayes may be the one, with her single-minded focus on caring for my son and finishing her Master’s degree. She’s the perfect fit for our needs.
 
Maybe too perfect…with her bright smile, nurturing kindness and gentle touch. Caleb isn’t the only one who’s fallen for her.
 
I don’t know when or how it happened, but she changed the game for me. Turning my losing streak into a winning second-half.

“So, tell me about the elusive Coach Garrett Parker. Is he as hot up-close-and-personal as he is down on the basketball court sidelines?” She sighs dreamily, a faraway look in her eyes. “He is so hot in that gray suit. And that scowl of concentration across his face? Oooh, makes me wonder if he wears the same expression when he fucks.”

She turns over onto her back and laughs huskily, toying with my shirt in her hands.

Honestly since attending the senior night basketball home game together this past March, all Peyton could talk about the entire game was how handsome the Associate Head Coach was, and how much she loved a man who hid all their assets under a well-tailored suit. While I agreed with her assessment at the time, noting that he did look very handsome, I was more into the game happening on the court to be gawking at the sidelines.

There is no doubt that Coach Parker wears that suit of his quite well. But now that I’ve seen him in person, wearing nothing but a T-shirt and track pants that showed off his toned, muscular frame, I’d say that is much more appealing to me.

And even more appealing? Those few minutes in his kitchen when he was bare-chested. Holy hell, I nearly tripped over my tongue and my own feet at the sight of his impressive torso and defined ab muscles that screamed, “Hey ladies, this ain’t your typical dad-bod.”

So yeah, I can understand Peyton’s attraction to Coach Parker, even if it’s absolutely, one-hundred percent off-limits and nothing I can do about it now that I’m his employee. I take my job seriously and am a professional. My focus needs to be on my career and fulfilling my obligations, not getting involved with a hot sexy single dad.

Plus, he most likely has a girlfriend. No man that good-looking would be without female attention.

“Listen, get that shit out of your head right now. Coach is my new boss and I can’t have you all googly-eyed over him. Otherwise, you’re never getting an invite to visit me.”

She blows a raspberry between her lips and I snatch the T-shirt out of her hands with a growl, placing it in the second open suitcase at the end of the bed.

“Come on, Brooklyn,” she hums breathlessly. “Just admit it one time. You think he’s hot, don’t you? And if you didn’t work for him, he’d be exactly your type. Tall, smart jock, even a little broody.”

She gives me a haughty wink, which I respond to with an overly-dramatized sigh.

“Sure, fine. Whatever. If things were different and I just met him like at a bar or a party somewhere, yeah. I wouldn’t hesitate. But that’s not how this is. So, you can just scrub those thoughts right out of your sex-crazed, overactive imagination and help me figure out what else I need to bring with me.”

Peyton jumps off the bed and rushes to my open chest of drawers, whipping out all my thongs and sexy, non-sports bra essentials. She dangles a lacy-white bralette in the air and whistles.

“This…you definitely need this one.”

I grunt with annoyance. “No, I definitely do not. I need to be comfortable because this job will be very physical and will require me to get down on my hands and knees a lot.”

Wrong thing to say.
Peyton tilts her head and pops her hip to the side, twirling the lacy bra in her fingers.

“Exactly my point. We’ve all heard the stories about daddies falling for their nannies. It’s so classic. Jude Law. Rob Lowe. Gavin Rossdale. Men just can’t help themselves when a hot young thing is under their roof. It’s just man vs. nature.”

“Stop with the clichés, Peyton. I mean it. You’re making my job sound sordid and sleazy. You know I’m not like that. I’m not becoming a nanny to land a rich guy. And Garrett is dealing with some pretty big life shit. I mean, his wife died and he’s raising his disabled son on his own. I can tell you one thing for certain, and that’s that Coach Parker is not looking to hop into bed with a nanny and complicate his life any further.”

Peyton remains silent, her only non-verbal response is through the lift of her eyebrows and tightly pursed lips. A look that says, “Yeah, right.”

Sierra writes and has published 22 new adult/erotic contemporary novels, including the award-winning series, Courting Love (college sports) and the erotic ménage serial, Reckless – The Smoky Mountain Trio.

 

Sierra lives with her husband and dog in the Seattle area and is a sucker for cheap accessories, loves anything dark chocolate, and enjoys attending traveling and attending live concerts.

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Title: All In: Iggy’s Story
Series: A Worth the Fight and Panic Crossover #1
Author: Sidney Halston
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: July 9, 2019
Abby: He was my best friend. My first kiss, my first love, my first everything really. But then he walked out of my life and didn’t look back. It was sudden, and I was devastated. All I knew was that Iggy had enlisted in the Army—and that he was leaving me—likely forever. But that was twenty years ago, now my life is in shambles and I don’t just have myself to worry about…

Iggy: I still think about her. Every time I walk through the doors of my club, Duality, I’m reminded of what I’m missing. Every time I take a man to the mat at the Academy, it hurts, but not as much as the pain of losing her. Every time I suit-up to fly overseas knowing I might not come back, the regret comes raging back. Life has been hell. But it’s a hell I’ve chosen. I’m happy enough, now. But if she’s in trouble, I can’t stay away. I won’t stay away. I’ll protect her and her children with my life, and if she’ll let me stay, I’ll promise to never leave again. 

 

 

❝All In was a fantastic read.❞ – Reviews from the Heart

❝This is a great novel with a well planned story! Definitely a five star read!❞ – Jenny (Goodreads)

❝You will fall in love with these characters! Great book!❞ – Cassie Ashford

 

I’m done. He’s sweet, but I’m over this game, no matter how nice he’s trying to be. If years of speech therapy can’t fix me, this guy is certainly not going to. “Iggy.” That’s as close as it’s going to get at the moment. I’ll go home and practice but for right now, I’m done.

“Iggy?” he repeats, and I shrug defeatedly. “Iggy. Yeah, I can live with that.” He winks at me. “Later, Abby.”

And then he walks away with a smug look on his face.

USA Today Bestselling author, Sidney Halston lives her life with one simple rule: “Just Do It” 

 

And that’s exactly what she did. After working hard as an attorney, Sidney picked up a pen for the first time at thirty years old to begin her dream of writing. Having never written anything other than very exciting legal briefs, she found an outlet for her imaginative romantic side and wrote the successful New Adult series, Seeing Red and Seeing Black. That first pen stroke sealed the deal and she fell in love with writing. Currently on sale is the bestselling contemporary romance series, Worth the Fight and Panic Series, as well as Romantic Suspense series, Iron Clad Security.
 
Sidney lives in South Florida with her husband and children. She loves her family above all else, and reading follows a close second. When she’s not writing you can find her reading and reading and reading… She’s a reader first and foremost.
 
When she’s not writing or reading her life is complete and utter chaos trying to balance family life with work, and writing (and reading). But she wouldn’t have it any other way., she found an outlet for her imaginative romantic side and wrote Seeing Red, among four other novels currently in the works, including the sequel to Seeing Red. That first pen stroke sealed the deal and she fell in love with writing.
 
Sidney lives in South Florida with her husband and children. She loves her family above all else, and reading follows a close second. When she’s not writing you can find her reading and reading and reading… She’s a reader first and a writer second. 
 
When she’s not writing or reading her life is complete and utter chaos trying to balance family life with work, and writing (and reading). But she wouldn’t have it any other way.
 

 

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New Release/Excerpt

Title: The Lady to Match a Rogue: Faith
Series: The Baggington Sisters #4
Author: Isabella Thorne
Genre: Sweet/Clean Regency Romance
Release Date: July 9, 2019


Faith only wanted to be taken seriously… She never meant for things to get so out of hand, but men get funny ideas when a woman wears trousers.
Miss Faith Bagginton and her twin sister, Hope, are the youngest of the Bagginton siblings. The family has high expectations for the twins’ entrance into society and their future marriages, but Faith Bagginton doesn’t want to be only half of a matched set, and marriage is the furthest thing from her mind.
Faith longs to be taken seriously as an author and a playwright. With the invention of the pseudonym, Mr. Emerson, and a letter to a London printer it seems her dream is at hand, but a mix-up will have Faith donning a masculine visage in more than just name.
Hijinks ensue when Faith, disguised as Mr. Emerson, secretly attends the Baron’s Ball. Complications threaten Faith’s scheme, Hope must take her twin’s place, and if anyone should find out both girls would be ruined!
To make matters worse Faith is falling in love with the handsome Oscar Titherington, a well know rake and troublemaker, who has taken a liking to the young playwright, and has no idea Emerson is really Faith.
As if that were not enough, the twins’ eldest brother Isaac returns from London ahead of schedule and has no idea what his sisters have been up too. The twins are used to playacting each other, but Faith discovers that dealing with society and twisted love triangles can get bit tricky when you are a gentleman who is really a lady.
A riotous regency romp about a dramatic, adventure seeking, bluestocking girl who finds herself at the center of a not-so-average love triangle.

 

Faith herself sighed at her own imaginings. She began to write again.

The Prince was a regal but unkind man…
“Behind!” a voice shouted the word with such an urgency that had at last caught Faith’s attention. She leapt to the side where she landed with an undignified flop in a nearby bush.

She expected at least a phaeton or carriage that could not give way to a lone walker but, no, it was nothing more than a beast of a rider racing past at a breakneck pace. A milder lady might have gasped aloud and offered a cry for help, but Faith was far too reactive for such gentle femininity. She shouted out in anger that the rider ought to watch where he was going and then she realized that she had dropped her journal in the mud, and her reticule was also thrown aside. Frantic, she reached for the bag, concerned that the neat and careful pages had received some harm. 

The rider pulled his horse to an abrupt stop, and Faith thought what a thoughtless fellow he was to pull so on the horse’s mouth when indeed he should have had control of the animal from the outset. He turned the horse back towards where she had begun to scramble from her entrapment.

“Blast and botheration,” she muttered as she attempted to free herself from the brambles along the roadside. She managed to retrieve the reticule and clutched it close. The fabric of the bag was dirty, but the manuscript inside seemed intact. She brushed the dirt from the bag.

“I do apologize,” the gentleman said with surprising sincerity for the pace at which he had blown past on the first. “I have not seen a single living creature upon this lane for three days’ past, and I little expected to come upon a lady on foot when I crested the hill.”

It was clear from his expression that he expected a good scolding. Perhaps he was accustomed to such things, what with his wayward behavior. Faith was not one to leave him wanting.

“What sort of plague about the neighborhood are you?” she asked in a huff. “Are you not aware that this is a private lane? You have no business here, sir.”

The gentleman dismounted from his steed and bent to pick up the notebook which had flung itself open in a flurry of pages.

“Don’t you dare!” she cried thinking of the rough draft contained within. “Leave that be!” All the while Faith was struggling to extricate herself from the branches. The grasping fingers entwined themselves into the many folds of her cloak and her gown. She could even feel one such branch that had dug its tendrils into what had once been an elegant twist of hair at the base of her neck.

“Allow me to assist you.” The man offered with one hand outstretched. Faith eyed the offering warily and gave one more futile attempt to disentangle herself with any semblance of grace. It could not be done. 

She swallowed the sigh that threatened to break free and accepted his hand with a muted word of thanks and a vengeful glare. She clutched her manuscript close while he reached forth with undeniable care and extricated her chignon from the tree limb that had accosted it. He snapped the twig between his fingers and worked it free of her hair. With a single heave he pulled her back to the safety of the lane so that she now stood beneath his prying gaze. She heard the fabric of the collar of her dress rip. Apparently, it had still been caught upon a branch.

“Oh blast and botheration,” she spat. 

“Are you quite alright?”

She looked up. “Yes,” she muttered uncharitably. If she had thought the horse a beast, she had yet to consider the gentleman. Faith, was slightly on the smaller side of middling height for the female sex and she was unable to gaze above his shoulder. Rather, he stood more than a full head above her. She felt dwarfed. Dark, brooding features and windswept hair that she suspected would look in disarray even after a fresh trim gave him a troubled and roguish appearance, just like she imagined Cassondra’s captain of the guard. She shook herself out of the thought. She was not Cassandra, and he certainly was not her captain. Still, she thought, a man such as this lived on the cusp of life, ever chasing the next bout of excitement, much like the hero in a novel.

“Oscar Titherington, at your service,” he offered with a sweeping bow.

Faith’s eyes grew wide at the revelation. Faith’s assumption was not far from the truth. Oscar Titherington had broken more hearts than Faith would care to count. She recognized the name and could see that he had deduced as much from her expression. She snatched at her journal in his hand, but he was too quick for her. He held the treasured possession just out of her reach and offered her what she supposed he meant to be a charming smile.
Isabella Thorne is an author of Regency and Georgian Romance. The first grown-up books she read were historical, authored by Georgette Heyer, Victoria Holt and Anna Seton. Unfortunately, for her own daughters, the beauty and hallmark of Regency Romance, witty dialogue and the manners of the time, have been overshadowed by explicit books instead of true Regency Romance. Regency Romance includes a more formal language, longer sentences and ballrooms instead of bedrooms.

 

With a return to romance, Isabella Thorne hopes you will enjoy her light fun books. You can share them with your daughters with the guarantee that although there is romance aplenty, and a bit of sexual tension and a kiss, there is nothing explicit in her books. They are clean and wholesome reads with lots of humor and upbeat “fun poking” at the English mannerisms of the time.

 

 

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Cover Reveal/Excerpt

Title: Lady of Venice
Author: SC Daiko writing as Siobhan Daiko 
Genre: Historical Time-Slip Romance; Historical Mystery and Suspense
Release Date: July 22, 2019
Cover Design: Cover Kitchen
From international bestselling author SC Daiko, writing under her name Siobhan Daiko, comes a captivating historical romance set in Venice and the Veneto region of Italy.
 
In 1504, Cecilia, a beautiful feisty young woman, joins the court of a Venetian lady where she catches the eye of a powerful stranger who will stop at nothing to make her his.
 
Nearly five centuries later, Fern, on vacation from London to deal with a personal trauma, finds herself drawn inescapably into Cecilia’s life.
 
Echoes of the past begin to manifest themselves in the present through a series of startling coincidences until past and present collide, throwing both Fern and Cecilia into deathly danger.
 
Can Fern stay safe and come to terms with her own past?
 
“Previously published as Lady of Asolo, Lady of Venice has been re-edited and re-written.”
The Court leaves for Murano, where the Queen will stay until tomorrow. As well as entertaining the Marques, she wants to buy glass. I have a day and a night ahead of me to spend as I please. Well, not quite as I please for there are servants here who’ll spy on me. Dorotea has told me I should stuff pillows under my bedcovers so that it will seem as if I am sleeping. And that’s what I do when Zorzo calls. 
 
In his studio, my fingers shake as they hold the brush. How clumsy I am today. He covers my hand with his and my confidence soars. I can feel his breath against my ear, soft and warm. Turning towards him, I run the tips of my fingers lightly down his cheek. I suck in a gasp and a quiver travels down to my core.
 
Zorzo moans, but he does not stop me when I move my hand down his body and encounter his arousal. His eyes hold mine and I feel as if I shall sink into them; liquid gold, they burn with desire. How different he is from Signor Lodovico. I don’t like to think of that man and banish him from my mind.
 
My painter reaches down and unpins my hair (for today I have dressed it properly). He entwines his hands in my tresses and pulls me against him. ‘Lady Cecilia, you will be the undoing of me.’
 
I lift my mouth to his and our lips meet. The softness makes my insides shiver. We stumble to the bed in the corner of the studio and lower ourselves onto it. Our tongues are dancing and my whole body is on fire. ‘Are you sure, dolcezza?’
 
I nod, the decision made. The step I’m taking will alter the course of my life, yet I can’t envisage any other destiny for me than to become one with this man. 
 
‘You are a horsewoman,’ he says, lifting his lips from mine. ‘Your maidenhead will have been stretched. Even so, I shall enter you slowly, so you do not feel too much pain.’
 
For a second, I am perplexed. Our gaze locks and his eyes burn with such love that I know this can’t be wrong. Whatever the church says, we aren’t sinners. There’s no need for us to speak the words. There will be time for that later. He lifts my gown and I let out a small cry as he pushes gently into me, my sex resisting only momentarily. Only a twinge and then we rock together, and I’m lost to the exquisiteness of the sensation. 
 
Too soon, it’s over. Zorzo shudders and withdraws from me, pulling a kerchief from his pocket and covering his prick. ‘You know how babes are made?’ he says. ‘I can’t spill my seed inside you or we shall have a child. The next time we make love, you will know the pleasure I’ve just experienced, my sweet. Just give me some moments to regain my strength.’
 
He gets up from the bed and goes to the sideboard where there’s a flagon of wine. We drink and nibble biscotti, then wash, then take our time over lovemaking. I had no idea that a man could make a woman writhe the way I’m doing. Have I no shame? I’m lying naked with my legs apart and my lover’s hand is doing such things to me that my whole body is trembling. 
 
On the brink of that joy, like the one I felt the other night, about to reach the end of a blissful journey that has built and built, Zorzo stops. ‘I want to be inside you when you climax. It will be stronger for you.’
 
And he is right. Pleasuring myself can’t be compared with what is happening now. He thrusts into me and I arch against him. Arching and rubbing myself against him until a spark inside me grows into a flame of such exquisiteness that I’m completely lost to it.
Siobhan Daiko, who also writes as SC Daiko, is an award-winning British author of international bestselling contemporary and historical romance and romantic suspense. Siobhan loves to swim in the sea, travel around Europe, sample different food and enjoy local wine. She has worked in the City of London and taught languages in a Welsh high school before moving to Italy, where she now lives with her husband and two cats. Nothing makes her happier than connecting with readers.
 

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Title: Dancing With the Single Dad
Series: The Single Dads of Seattle
Author: Whitley Cox
Genre: Erotic Contemporary Romance/Single Dad
Release Date: July 5, 2019
Hanging up your dance shoes isn’t so easy when you can’t let go of your former dance partner.
 

 

Welcome to Seattle, the Emerald City and home to The Single Dads of Seattle. Ten sexy single fathers who play poker every Saturday night, have each other’s backs, love their children without quarter, and hope to one day find love again.
This is Adam’s story …
 
Single Dad of Seattle, Adam Eastwood, knows that dance school is just the thing for his precocious daughter, Mira. She already spends most days twirling around the house in a tutu and tiara, why not pay a professional to teach her how to do it properly? Only Adam didn’t account for that professional to be the Violet Benson from a very famous New York ballet company. Not only is Violet a natural beauty who floats more than she dances, but she’s the kind of woman Adam’s been searching for all his life.
 
Grieving the loss of her dance partner and boyfriend, Violet is done with performing on stage. How can she go on when the love of her life is no longer there to catch her? Deciding a change is best, she moves back home to Seattle, determined to fulfill their dream of opening up a dance school. It’s not until she’s asked to dance for Art in the Park that she realizes maybe she’s not quite ready to hang up her dance shoes. Would it be wrong to take the stage one last time? It must be wrong to feel what she feels when she’s dancing with Mira’s handsome father.
 
Adam’s wounds are still fresh from his divorce, and Violet’s dealing with a loss of her own, but somehow they keep winding up in each other’s arms with neither of them willing to let go. But it’s never easy to conquer the past.
 
Will Violet let fear and grief keep her from her dreams? Or will Adam convince her that the show must go on and dancing with the single dad might just be the way for her to find her happily ever after?
 
**Note: This book can be read as a standalone. It includes lots of steamy scenes, cursing, and of course as with all my books, this has an HEA and no cliffhanger or cheating. If you like single dads who take charge, this book is for you.

He’d only known Violet for a week, but there was something special about her. She had a softness to her, a calmness and class that he was missing in his life.

 

 
“You’re a really great dance partner,” she whispered, her fingers tightening on his shoulder.
 
“Helps when the woman you’re dancing with knows the steps. Knows how to move.”
 
He hadn’t removed his hand from her cheek. She didn’t seem to mind. In fact, she leaned into his touch, her eyelids dropped to half-mast, and a small smile drifted across her mouth. “Thank you for everything tonight. It’s been a nice birthday. I needed something like this.”
 
He brought their clasped hands down to their sides and instead wrapped his arm around her waist, his hand falling to the small of her back, fingers splaying against her slender frame. “You deserve a happy birthday,” he said softly, his gaze sliding to her plump, red lips. Her tongue darted out and ran along the seam, moistening them and making them shine. Adam had to push down the groan inside him that wanted to break free.
 
Her lips parted. Was it an invitation?
 
He wanted it to be an invitation.
 
He wanted her to welcome his lips, his kiss, his body. Welcome him to wrap his arms around her and absorb the hurt, give her nothing but happiness. She deserved happiness. They all did.
 
“Adam … ” she whispered. Their faces were close enough now he could feel small, warm puffs of air from her breath on his chin. She lifted her gaze to his. Her bright eyes, the color of hanging moss, were warm and curious.
 
He dipped his head low and tightened his hold on her cheek and back. She didn’t resist him. Instead she melted into his arms, her body seeming to find comfort in his strength, in his closeness. At least, that’s what he hoped. Gently, he tilted her head up to give him better access to her mouth. Again, she didn’t resist. Her eyes fluttered shut and her lips parted. He took his opening and brushed his lips against hers.
 
Her pulse raced wildly under his thumb where it rested against her neck, and when a soft moan slid up her throat, the vibration of it ran right through him, landing firmly between his legs. Her chest expanded rapidly against his. But again, she didn’t pull away. No, she wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss, opening for him, allowing him to slip his tongue inside to explore and taste. She met his demands with her own, sucking on his tongue and nibbling on his bottom lip. The woman could kiss.
 
Adam’s hand slipped down from her cheek to wrap more tightly around her back, supporting her as he bent her low, taking what she offered. She went with him, clinging to him with an almost frantic desperation.
 
They fed off each other, their tongues tangling, their breath mingled. She whimpered into his mouth, and he took the kiss deeper. Her legs parted slightly when he dipped her, and he wedged a knee between them, feeling the heat of her against his thigh. He pressed against the V of her legs, and she ground up against him. He pressed again. She bucked up harder. He was hard as granite, and she knew it. She also didn’t seem to mind.

 

A Canadian West Coast baby born and raised, Whitley is married to her high school sweetheart, and together they have two beautiful daughters and a fluffy dog. She spends her days making food that gets thrown on the floor, vacuuming Cheerios out from under the couch and making sure that the dog food doesn’t end up in the air conditioner. But when nap time comes, and it’s not quite wine o’clock, Whitley sits down, avoids the pile of laundry on the couch, and writes.
 
A lover of all things decadent; wine, cheese, chocolate and spicy erotic romance, Whitley brings the humorous side of sex, the ridiculous side of relationships and the suspense of everyday life into her stories. With single dads, firefighters, Navy SEALs, mommy wars, body issues, threesomes, bondage and role-playing, these books have everything we need to satisfy the curious kink in all of us.
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