Pre-Order/Giveaway

Title: Samantha
Series: Ink-Fusions Book 2
Author: Penny Anglene
Genre: MC Romance, Contemporary, Standalone
Release Date: January 27, 2020
Samantha
Abandoned at an orphanage as an infant, not allowed to be adopted out, I’ve always craved family, to belong. My life was about fighting and scratching for everything I wanted or needed. Seeing him, knowing he was what I wanted, I pursued him but why do I keep pushing him away when I know he is it for me. Trust is a big issue for me, If I can’t trust him, I’m going to lose him. With a life of hardships, it makes trust nearly impossible.
 
Dog
I watched her through windows and stalked her. She didn’t even know it. Then I introduced myself in the most unconventional way. Samantha is it for me. Now to make her see it. Then everything went to shit, it exploded all around us. Although I didn’t lie to her, omitting the truth was just as bad. What can I do to show her it’s not always like this. I need to make her see that I would love her unconditionally if she would just stop running.

“You are like kryptonite. Boom, then up in flames, baby,” he mutters in my ear with a slight chuckle.

I reach up and hold the side of his face in my palm and stroke it. I reach up and kiss his lips so softly. “I’ll be back in a minute okay?” I say with a sad face.

I look at all of them. “I ain’t no fucking shrew. I may be a bitch at times, but I’m not a fucking shrew.

 
 
 
 
 
 
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New Release

Title: Bold From It
Series: Hellions Ride On
Author: Chelsea Camaron
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: January 20, 2020

 

Opposites attract, driving emotions high, this is a passion-fueled ride… are you ready?
Kick
Born straight into Hell, the Hellions MC gave me a safety I never knew existed.
Raised by Nathan “Boomer” Vaughn, I finally knew what it was to have a real family.
I found my place wearing this cut and taking this ride with him.
I am Colton “Kick” Vaughn.
I live for family, f*cking, and fun.
Diem
Life is good. Life is easy.
I am Diem Reigns.
I live a life of comfort and privilege.
When everything crashes around me, I find my only comfort with him. A biker who is reckless, careless, and everything my mother told me to stay away from suddenly becomes the only person I can trust.
She’s in danger with nowhere to turn. He’s determined to give her the ride of her life.

 

 
 

 

 
 
 
 
 
 
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USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling author Chelsea Camaron is a small town Carolina girl with a big imagination. She’s a wife and mom, chasing her dreams. She writes contemporary romance, romantic suspense, and romance thrillers. She loves to write about blue-collar men who have real problems with a fictional twist. From mechanics, bikers, oil riggers, smokejumpers, bar owners, and beyond she loves a strong hero who works hard and plays harder.

 

 

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Cover Reveal/Pre-Order

Title: Allegiance
Series: The Chicago Defiance MC Series #8
Author: KE Osborn
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: February 10, 2020

 

This life is going nowhere.
My job—Sergeant At Arms of the Chicago Defiance MC.
My mood—hidden from my brothers for fear of being outcast.
They have it all.
And I’m the odd man out.
This club is full of life and love, yet I’m a brother living a solitary existence.
But when a mysterious woman rocks my world, will I change mine to suit hers?
This story isn’t about the lies we tell ourselves—it’s manipulating, abusing, deceiving, and hurtful.
She thinks she knows me?
But then again, do I really know her?
The truth will rock the foundations of Defiance.
And rip apart my soul.
But, where will your allegiance lie?
From International Bestselling Author KE Osborn comes the final book in the Chicago Defiance Series.

 

 

Australian author K E Osborn was born and raised in Adelaide, South Australia. With a background in graphic design and a flair for all things creative, she felt compelled to write the story brewing in her mind.

 

Writing gives her life purpose. It makes her feel, laugh, cry and get completely enveloped in the characters and their story lines. She feels completely at home when writing and wouldn’t consider doing anything else.

 


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Book Tour/Giveaway/Excerpt

Title: Respectable Riot

 

Series: Riot MC Series

 

 

Author: Karen Renee

 

 

Genre: MC Romance

 

 

Release Date: December 31, 2019

 

“Beast and Janie had a bit of a rocky start, but I couldn’t stop reading because I HAD to find out where they went next.” ~Jenn the Readaholic

 

“I absolutely love Respectable Riot! The characters were gripping, and I was captivated by the storyline.” ~Behind Closed Doors Book Review

“… a slow burn well written MC book.” ~World of Books 65

She has it all, but she still has nothing.
 
Married to a local politician, Jane Ramos-Palmer won’t put her dreams aside for her husband’s any longer. Overhearing her husband being blackmailed, Janie realizes nothing in her life is as it seems. She’s willing to ditch all she has, so she can gain everything she ever wanted. Fighting an ugly divorce, meeting and falling for Beast couldn’t happen at a worse time for Janie. Escaping her oppressive husband is her top priority, which means her infatuation with a biker must wait.
 
His world was wrenched cruelly away from him. David “Beast” Huntley’s trust has been violated, and being twice shy means he’s determined not to get involved with another woman. At least not seriously, and not any time soon. But Janie provokes something in him. His attraction to her gnaws at him, even though she’s mired in an ugly divorce with a sketchy politician. Staying away from her is in his best interest and his club’s.
 
When the president of rival MC blindsides and assaults Janie, Beast’s inner-beast is awakened. He cannot fight his attraction for her, no matter how wrong it might be.
When we finally pulled off at a gas station, I swung off the bike, grateful as all hell to stretch my legs. Beast felt my eyes on him, if the expectant look on his face was any indication. I waited for him to join me on the sidewalk.
“You got somethin’ on your mind, Country Club?”
With a lopsided grin, I nodded. “First and foremost—”
He pulled me flush with his hard torso. “There’s a ‘first and foremost’. God. Gonna have to brace for this.”
“Fine. Do what you have to, but I feel compelled to let you know, on behalf of all the drivers you cut off, split lanes on, or passed on the shoulder, you drive like a colossal asshole.”
I thought he’d be pissed, but his twinkling eyes lit with a smile. Then he swatted my jeans-clad ass. Hard. His voice sounded on the verge of laughter. “What else you got?”
I wasn’t pleased about the swat to my ass, but I pressed onward. “Secondly, don’t let me hurt your ego or anything, but believe it or not, you’re not as important as you seem to think you are. I mean we’re not in that big of a hurry.”
His hand left my ass, and cupped my jaw. “There’s someone very important on my bike, babe, and it ain’t me.”
Well! That damn sure took the wind out of my sails. Luckily, I rallied. “I’m flattered you think that, but seriously–”
“Rule number one, no bein’ serious on this trip.”
“You can’t be–” It was on the tip of my tongue to say serious, and he knew it.
“Probably the only thing I mean business about. Gotta get you outta your head. Not right you can’t sleep through the night, and I don’t like it.”
“That was ‘cause of you,” I blurted.
“Say that again?” he demanded.
“Well, uh, I mean, I hate the idea of a guest sleeping on my couch.”
“Woman, that couch probably cost more than any bed I’ve owned. For a couch, it was more comfortable than my bed at the compound.”
I crossed my arms. “I should have been on it, not you.”
That odd look from this morning came back. “I’m in your bed, you’re in it with me.”
“You are not to be believed,” I muttered.
“Why’s that?”
“I saw you with that woman at Liar’s.”
His face hardened. “You mean Steph?”
I nodded because I didn’t trust my voice not to betray me.
“She’s an employee, Janie. Yak invited her to that thing. Followed her onto Liar’s street. Could tell she wasn’t sure which house would be his, so I rode next to her.”
“I see,” I murmured.

 

“So do I,” he grinned. “You were jealous.”
Karen Renee is the author of the Riot MC Series. She has wanted to be a writer from a very early age, and she’s finally bringing that dream to life. She has worked in advertising, banking, and local television media research. She is a proud wife and mother, and a Jacksonville native. When she’s not at the soccer field or cooking, you can find her at her local library, the grocery store, in her car jamming out to some tunes, or hibernating while she writes and/or reads books.
 
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Release Blitz/Giveaway/Excerpt

Title: Wicked Warden
Series: Vicious Vipers 1
Author: Lynn Burke
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: January 14, 2020
He’s the only man my father can trust when the cartel attempts to take us out. A vicious motorcycle gang member, he’s deadly with his fists and firearms.
 
He’s also the bastard responsible for my mother’s death.
 
I’m the one who’ll make him pay. A too-young, too-innocent woman he lusts after but refuses to touch.
 
He might believe he’s strong enough to withstand my plans for retaliation, but I will bring him to his knees and have my revenge.
 
Even if my heart dies along with his.
“We have to go.” Dad tugged me toward the exit. “Stick to my heels—don’t look at anyone, don’t speak to anyone.”
I nodded dumbly, using my free hand to swipe tears from my cheeks in an attempt to be the strong woman he wanted. If only he’d have offered a quick hug—the thing I always longed for and never received—the fortifying sense of having firm ground to stand upon, to depend upon outside of monetary means.
“The car’s at the end of the alleyway. You’ll get in the back, lay down, and stay down until I say.”
I nodded again, knowing to never argue with Dad’s commands.
One last quick scan of my face and he turned, grasping the exit door’s handle. Dad peeked out head moving left then right. “Stay close,” he whispered, pulling the door open far enough for us to slip through.
I stepped out into the dark after him, my breath loud in my ears as cold bit at my exposed, over-heated skin. Dad’s dress shoes slapped on the sidewalk, my heels clicking as we hurried up the alleyway.
A crowd still stood at the front of the club, but Dad pushed through, people closing back in behind us as we fought to get to the car.
I kept my focus on his tense shoulders rather than scan the crowd for faces I might recognize—my guards, or his men from the compound I’d called home. Every muscle inside me trembled, shaking my limbs. The second we escaped the throng, he headed toward a tan car I didn’t recognize, his head in constant motion as he scanned the immediate area.
Dad grasped the car’s back door handle.
Pop!
“Get in!” he shouted as people began screaming behind us.
He yanked open the door, and I dove in headfirst, my heart in my throat.
Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck…
I curled up on the cloth seat, hugging my knees to my chest, trembling from fear as much as the cold.
Another gunshot sounded, and Dad slammed the door behind me.
Please be okay… I clenched my eyelids shut.
A third shot sounded through the ringing in my ears, and I bit my lip to keep from shrieking, curling even tighter into myself. Tears rolled down my cheeks, and I held my breath … waiting. Needing Dad to be okay. Needing him to get in the car and take me far away from the shit.
The driver door tore open, and a quick peek revealed Dad hopping in.
“Fuck!” He pulled away from the curb like a bat out of hell, tires squealing beneath us, and I clenched my eyes shut again, trying to still my breathing and calm the fuck down. Rather than spew a million questions and distract Dad as he muttered curses and sped down one road after another, I kept quiet except for sniffles when my nose threatened to drip.
Violence came with Dad’s line of business. I’d learned that first hand, and the aftermath of that war had left me without a mother, left my father broken and shut down toward his only living relative—me.
The only daughter.
The only heir to the fortune and empire he’d built from running drugs with a cartel I wished I didn’t know anything about.
“Shaun!” Dad barked. “Get your seat belt on. Now.”
He swerved, and a car sped alongside us as I sat up. Two men sat in the front, neither of which I recognized.
The one in the passenger seat raised a gun.
“Gun!” I shrieked, and Dad slammed on the brakes.
Lower lip between my teeth, I slid out of the shoulder strap and laid back down, curling up as tight as I could.
Dad stomped on the gas again.
Metal scraped—the car shifted.
Dad cursed low and long…
We sped up. He slammed the brakes again enough to tumble me off the seat had I not had the belt across my lap. More speed, more metal screeching—tears and snot mingled on my face, but I couldn’t be bothered to care.
I’d always thought keeping my eyes closed as a child meant no one could see me, that I hid in my own little world. Untouchable. Invincible.
I’d learned the day Mom died, the closing of one’s eyes couldn’t shield one from the horrors in life.
The car suddenly shifted—spun.
I bit my lip, tasting blood as I whimpered.
Sounds of screeching—metal smashing—a loud explosion.
Our car came to a standstill, silence engulfing the air around us.

 

© Lynn Burke 2018
Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.
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Release Tour

Title: Chains
Series: Night Rebels MC
Author: Chiah Wilder
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: January 6, 2020
He didn’t know he needed her until she came into his life.
Chains is a Night Rebel, one of the largest MCs in Southern Colorado. Powerful Harleys, stiff drinks, and club girls are his idea of the good life. 
He swore off relationships years ago when he caught his old lady and his buddy sharing some fun time between his sheets. 
Now bitterness is his companion. The only women in his life are the club girls who know the score: fun without commitment. He likes it that way—he’s better off alone.
 
Then he meets her and everything changes. Sexy curves that spark his libido, and the darkest, most soulful eyes that penetrate the emptiness inside him.
 
Autumn Stanford has worked hard to build her veterinary practice, and at thirty-one years old, she finally has it all: career, money, a fiancé. She should be busting with joy, but she’s not—something’s missing.
 
When the rugged biker brings his dog to her clinic, she is taken in by his good looks and muscular build. An undeniable desire sizzles between them. But there is one small problem: Autumn is engaged to Chains’ brother. All of a sudden, Chains’ world turns upside down, and he questions everything he thought he knew about his family.
Autumn is caught in the crossfire of grudges and family secrets. And when a secret of her own comes out, will Chains be able to stand by her or will he reject her like his brother did?
 
The Night Rebels MC series are standalone romance novels. This is Chains’ story. This book contains violence, abuse, strong language, and steamy/graphic sexual scenes. It describes the life and actions of an outlaw motorcycle club. HEA. No cliffhangers.
 

Chiah Wilder is the author of the successful Insurgents MC series.

Chiah’s love of bad boys has inspired her Insurgents series. She loves an alpha male whose softer side is brought out by a passionate, spirited woman. Steamy, biker romances with rough, sexy bad boys are her guilty pleasure along with brownies, cheddar cheese, and movie marathons.

She is busy writing her next book in the series.

Chiah would love to hear from you. You can contact her at: chiahwilder@gmail.com

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Release Tour/Excerpt

Title: Get Revenge
Series: Blood Legion MC #4
Author: Rie Warren
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: December 16, 2019

 

 

 

He made sure she’d never come looking for him. She vowed to hate him until her dying breath. When they meet again sparks fly, lust ignites . . . danger doubles down.
REVENGE
I’m a bad biker dude with a serious chip on my shoulder. I’m also known for being an ex-con and most likely to be engaged in a spicy threesome with the Doublemint Twins. Everything comes to a screeching halt when a woman I betrayed shows up at Blood Legion MC.
There’s no frickin’ way Arden high and mighty Prioleau belongs anywhere near the Thunder Road Bar. There’s no frigging reason for her to be looking for me. She’s cool, calm, and cultured on the outside, all seething anger and undeniable sexiness on the inside.
Arden is a glorious redhaired vixen with one giant ask—she wants my help to take down a man I’d rather dismember than share a drink with.
ARDEN
Revenge isn’t even his real name, but he doesn’t want anyone else to know who he really is. I guess I can’t blame him. I wish I could change my identity too if only to get away from the maniac destroying my life.
Revenge is the last person on earth I’d ever expect to rely on. He’s my last chance. My final hope. And that isn’t saying all that much considering how we ended.
Now I’m not so sure what I’ve gotten myself into. Revenge is hardened and even hotter than I remembered. He’s a black sheep with a checkered past. A dark horse who’s dirty as sin.
It turns out my knight in shining armor is a leather-clad biker I’ve known most of my life and have spent the past few years hating with a fiery intensity.

 

 

As Gabriel—who now called himself Revenge—greeted folks in a friendly manner, I couldn’t deny he was gorgeous. His lips had always been perfectly masculine, sculpted in a divine way. Even now that he was more hardened, the ruggedness only served to heighten his virile appeal. The tats completed the picture of a confident man, and everything about him was new but familiar at the same time.

He tugged my hand once more, bringing my arm up to curl around his neck as his body began to move. 

Zydeco was usually fast-paced, hard-grinding music. As luck would have it, Gabriel chose to guide me out onto the crowded dance floor to a song that cast a slow burning spell. 

Drawing up to my toes, I whispered at his ear, “You’re a bad influence.”

“Something we can finally agree on.” He chuckled. 

My throat went dry as I followed his lead, letting my fingers slide from his neck to his shoulders to the mountainous bulge of his biceps.

No man had a right moving his hips the way Gabriel did. The lusty rotations conjured up fantasies of hot fiery coupling, pounding the likes of which Barnaby didn’t understand. 

His pounding involved his fists on my body at deliberately aimed places. 

With Gabriel, I let the music take me, knowing I could do nothing wrong enough to anger him in such a way he’d hurt me. 

I leaned my head back, and he grasped me closer around the waist as my breasts brushed against his hard chest. 

When his groin collided with my belly and I reared up at the thick ridge I felt butting against me, his lips hovered near my earlobe. “I think you’re the bad influence, cher.”

I was getting carried away. 

For once, I just went with it. 

The lyrics to this song were more sexual. 

Sensual even. 

The rhythm dripped down into my being like slow-melting ice in a tumbler of whiskey. 

I quickly grew hot as Gabriel twirled me this way and that, always bringing me back to the formidable cradle of his body. 

I wondered if he missed me as much as I missed him—at those darkest, loneliest times of night when I could let my fantasies run free only to startle from them to find I’d been virtually locked inside a house with a madman of my own choosing. 

No.

None of that here. 

Not right now. 

Gabriel’s irises looked like glimmering steel, and his palms scorched the flesh beneath my thin dress when they skimmed from my hips to almost settle on my ass. 

A breath skipped from my chest, the heat I remembered from so long ago swirling to all the places I thought dead—my breasts, my nipples . . . right between my thighs. 

“Damn, Arden.” 

Even his growly timbre did strange, half-remembered things to me. 

I blinked up at him. “What?”

“I need a drink to cool off, babe.” 

The sultriest of laughs left my lips, and I wondered if I’d ever be able to close this Pandora’s box now that I’d opened it again. 

He ordered from the bar as I stood to the side, observing him. 

It was unreal how easily he fit in to any crowd. 

He had always had charisma—shame he hadn’t put it to good use. 

When a very pretty woman approached him—her hips leading the way in a heavy come-on—I stiffened right up. 

Gabriel’s beard parted for a grin, and I nearly curled my nails into talons like a jealous bitch. 

He shook his head with a laugh and sauntered toward me, leaving the woman watching with drool practically running down her chin. 

I forgot about everything as soon as I polished off my drink, and Gabriel took me out on the dance floor again. We laughed, letting it all go just like we used to. 

In this world, nothing could touch us. 

Nothing could tame us or cage us. 

With a break in the music, I drew back to catch my breath and get my bearings. 

Perspiration beaded along the strong cords of Gabriel’s neck, and I fought the urge to lick the salty taste off him.

I fought the urge to walk back into his arms as another song began. 

I knew coming to Jupiter’s had been a foolish move on my part. 

I’d let myself become stupidly infatuated again, but I needed Gabriel for one specific reason.
 
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.
 
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