New Release

Title: Cruel War
Series: Gilded Sovereign, Book #1
Author: Dani René
Genre: New Adult Romance
Release Date: September 5, 2019
Cover Design: Jay Aheer, Simply Defined Art
Cover Image: iStock Photos

From USA Today Bestselling Author Dani René comes a new adult romance filled with lies, secrets, and steam! 
I hate her. I want Dahlia to pay. Tynewood is my town, and she doesn’t belong here. While rage fuels me, my blood burns with desire. 
I want vengeance, and I’ll get it. 
No. Matter. What. 
We’re on opposite sides of the battlefield — a poised flower, a raging warrior, and a mountain of secrets between us.
I knew he was bad news the moment I laid eyes on him. Anger and lust swirl together when he looks at me, but I don’t know why. War has commenced, and as secrets unfold, it looks like the battle has only just begun. He wants to hurt me. He loves to see me cry. 
What Ares Lancaster doesn’t realize is, I’m not afraid of the darkness inside him. 
Lies. Revenge. Bloodshed.
When war comes to a head, nobody is safe from the destruction it leaves in its wake.
Dani is a USA Today Bestselling Author of a variety of genres, from romantic suspense to dark erotic romance and even BDSM romance. She loves to delve into the raw, emotional journeys her characters venture on, and enjoys the dark, edgy, and sensual scenes that fill the pages of her books. Dani’s stories are seductive with a deviant edge with feisty heroines and dominant alphas.

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Title: Rock Radio: A Novel
Author: Lisa Wainland
Genre: Women’s Fiction/Chick Lit/Romance Suspense
Release Date: May 21, 2019
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Passion, intrigue, scandal—this rock station with a dangerously sexy bite has it all!

 

 

 

After a painful breakup, lone WORR female disc jockey Dana fights to pull herself together while wondering if she’ll ever find true love. When she meets Cody, the hot lead singer of an up-and-coming band, the passion between them is electric. But Cody’s long-buried secrets could get in the way of them finding a lasting rhythm. 
 
Drive-time deejay Jonny Rock had never been serious with any of his conquests, until now. Nineteen-year-old intern Heather is insatiable in and out of bed…and he can’t get enough. It’s a perfect set up until their relationship threatens to end his career—and his marriage.
 
Three lives collide in an explosive story of desire, betrayal, and music. 
 
But they are not alone. 
 
Dana is being watched, stalked by a listener who plans to make her his…by whatever means necessary.
 

 

 

 

“A fast-paced and fun throwback to the heyday of the radio era.”—Kirkus Reviews

 

 

“It had me hanging on until the very last page.”—Readers Favorite

 
Before iPods and mp3s, satellite and internet radio…before corporate America changed the rules, radio was the ultimate music medium, and disc jockeys ruled the music world.
This is their story.

1998
(cue the music)

Dana Drew felt like her world was closing in.
She could feel a cry rise in her throat as she tried to compose herself. Loud rock music blasted from the speakers. She loved rock, but hated this song.
Of course it would be playing now, she thought.
Everything she knew and believed was turning out to be a lie. The man she loved was pulling away from her. Sam hadn’t said it, but she could feel it—the relationship she’d invested her heart in was coming to an end.
The chaste kisses, the dismissive way he spoke to her, the late nights at the office. She confronted him before she left for work today (not her best timing), but he denied anything was going on. In many ways, the torture of uncertainty was worse than knowing it was over. A small sliver of hope gnawed at her logic.
Could she be reading it wrong? Maybe it was all in her mind.
The pit in her stomach argued otherwise.
The digital clock on the board in front of her continued to countdown.
01:00, 00:59, 00:58…
Time didn’t care about her pain, it just plowed forward into what now was the unknown. Plans, dreams, hopes were disappearing.
Could she ever trust her judgement again? Would she ever love again?
Tears stung her eyes, but she held them back, taking a deep breath. The song was quickly ending and she needed to regain her composure.
Disc jockeys didn’t have time for feelings when they were on the air.
The final notes played. Dana potted up the fader, put on her headphones and coaxed a smile into her voice.
“Good afternoon…what a fabulous day! Great weather and awesome music. Who could ask for anything more? Love that song! Hope you do too ‘cause I’ve got more just like it coming up on Miami’s rock station, WORR!”
Her life was falling apart, but to her listening audience, all was right with the world.
It wasn’t normal.
It was rock and roll.

(turn it up)

Jonny Rock just got laid.
Tall and tan, with bright, spiky, bleached-blond hair, Jonny was a rock star—in his own mind.
Jonathan Roeker had been a poor student from Philadelphia. Bad grades and an even worse complexion were not a recipe for success. But he had drive, raw ambition and an intense love of music.
Besides, radio deejays didn’t need a pretty face, just a good set of pipes and a lot of attitude.
Jonathan was blessed with both.
An overnight shift, a skillful dermatologist, and Jonathan was on his way. Jonny Rock was born and Jonathan Roeker was left far behind in a middle-class suburb. Now Jonny was the man, the assistant program director of WORR—Only Rock and Roll, Miami’s alternative rock station. It wasn’t an easy road, but he had made it.
And he was loving every minute of it.
Jonny stretched his arms over his head and flipped on the radio. It was two in the afternoon and he was on the air. The miracle of voice-tracking, he thought to himself. He could record his breaks the night before into an automated computer, giving himself free time in the afternoon for some extra-curricular activities. All while his wife listened to him “live” on the air.
He couldn’t ask for a better set-up…

 

Bestselling author Lisa Wainland has spent more than two decades in the world of radio. When she’s not writing, Lisa is a successful voiceover artist who works with some of the biggest names in radio and television. Rock Radio is an Amazon bestseller and Readers’ Favorite Award winner.
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New Release

Title: Love Hurts
Series: The Love Duet Book One
Author: Leah Sharelle
Genre: Romance
Release Date: August 23, 2019
Cover Design: Mayhem Cover Creations
The perfect woman was out there, I had her once and I would have her again.
It was time to do something drastic. Most of my life had been spent in the shadow of my twin brother, Deck.
I was tired of being the ‘great’ Deck Johnston’s quiet underachieving twin.
I needed to break out and forge my own path in life.
I had aspirations just like Deck, I may not have wanted to be a soldier like him, but joining the police force was my perfect choice.
The next thing on my to-do list was love; find my perfect partner and be part of something special.
I found ‘The One’ then lost her minutes later … but lucky for me, I found her again years later.
There was just one problem. She used to be Deck’s.
They were just friends now, but that didn’t stop the memories of our turbulent years of fighting and arguing to cloud my brain.
So what happens when two brothers reconnect and you throw a beautiful woman into the mix?
All hell breaks loose.



I love the idea of being in love. Since my early teens when I first discovered Silhouette Desire novels my life has been all about reading. I would find myself re-writing scenes if I wasn’t happy with them and hiding them under my bed. That led me to writing love stories of my own. They all ended up under the bed and are still there, and there they will stay. I don’t do angst, in fact it drives me crazy.
 
I am a mum of three beautiful girls, Australian, and have what most say is a weird sense of humor.
I spend my free time doing movie, Sons of Anarchy, and Friends marathons. And reading.
I love Pina Colada’s and getting caught in the rain….. there’s that weird humor.

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Title: Eighteen-Thousand Ninety One
Series: Powerless Series Book One
Author: Erika Blount & Teri Glascock 
Genre: Action (with Romance)
Release Date: August 18, 2019

 




Electricity. Communication. Two things everyone has taken for granted since the day that it came into existence. Have you ever considered what happens with a power outage? If all radios are silent and you can’t connect to anyone that you’re not standing right in front of? What you lose access to? The answer is everything. Ivy Randall didn’t know that one storm would change her life forever. That one accident would alter the relationships in her life. But it did. While the world stops turning in the same direction that she’s always known it to, it starts spinning in an entirely new direction. Grudges and hatred are either buried to survive or burn brighter and cause more destruction, there is no in between. What are the rules when there are no rules?

 

 

Erika Blount is a romance author from Louisiana who is slowly branching into new genres. She is a lover of all things written and lives to travel vicariously through books, both her own and anyone else’s. She’s a bartender by trade, but nothing is as fulfilling as being behind a keyboard. She procrastinates on writing with her trusty side-kick Buddy the Wondermutt who is always at her feet and her boyfriend, Spanky, always looming nearby.

Teri Glascock is a new author from Louisiana. She is wife and mom to six kiddos. She runs a decorated cookie gig from her home that takes up a lot of her time. She reads and writes to escape the monotony of everyday life and to chase her lifelong dream of writing. When she isn’t working on cookies or busy mommin’, you can find her in the peaceful paradise that is her front porch of her country-living home. She enjoys hunting, fishing, reading, and tending to her flowers. Her life is a simple chaos and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Title: I Hate You
Author: Ilsa Madden-Mills
Genre: Enemies-to-Lovers Football Romance
Release Date: August 19, 2019
Blaze Townsend: I hate you.
Charisma Rossi: I hate you more. 
She’s been expecting this ever since their latest showdown. She had good reason.
Hottest guy she’s ever seen.
Former fling.
Dumped her in front of her friends.
At her own party.
So no, she’s not about to forgive and forget just because he sits next to her in class.
He thinks all he has to do is turn on those baby blues, and she’ll melt right back into his arms. Please. She’d be crazy to let this cocky player affect her again. (Tell that to her body.)
Charisma Rossi.
Nerd girl with a dash of bad.
The one who got under his skin.
The one he cut loose.
Blaze knows she’s the riskiest prospect at Waylon University, but none of the interchangeable girls he hooks up with have ever made him feel the way she did. There’s absolutely no way he can have the girl and the game.
So why can’t he stop trying to win her back?
 
Can this wide receiver score the girl or will he make the biggest fumble of his life?

 
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“Need some help?”

I’m on my tiptoes when the question comes, trying to reach a book on the top shelf in the bookstore at the student center. 

My heart does a nosedive off a cliff as that familiar gruff voice washes over me, his accent a smooth drawl that’s reminiscent of hot summer nights and slow kisses—kisses we never had…well, except for that one time freshman year. 

I ignore him and try to grab the book.

“You’re too short. Let me,” Blaze says, this time closer, his voice soft.

I ease back on my feet and whip around, internally wishing I’d worn something more I hate you and don’t you wish you still had me, but sadly, I’m not in my kickass shoes and itchy dress. Today it’s flat-soled red Converse, black joggers, and a Yankees sweatshirt. I blow at a piece of hair in my face. Shit.

Of course, he looks magnificent in a tight long-sleeved black shirt that clings to his broad chest and tapered jeans molded to those leg muscles. His face is unshaven, the darkness on his jawline adding a broody look.

Curse him and his hotness. 

I stare at him a little too long, until I snap out of it.

“I don’t need help,” My voice is strangled as I move to brush past him—forget the textbooks—but he reaches out and takes my elbow.

“Charisma—”

His fingers are a hot brand on my skin—it’s the first time we’ve touched in three months—and I pull away. A tremble starts in my legs. How dare he? It was one thing to see him in a social setting and pretend I was fine, but when we’re face to face without people watching… “Don’t put your hands on me. I’m not your hookup anymore, football player.”

His face reddens, and he drops his arms. “I didn’t mean—” he stops, not finishing as he studies my face.

I wonder what he sees. You know what he sees, Charisma—someone who wasn’t up to his usual standards.

Everything I didn’t say last night rushes out. “Didn’t mean to what? Dump me in the middle of my own sorority’s party in front of all my friends and half of campus? And you know, that’s totally fine. We both knew I wasn’t enough to keep your attention.” 

His jaw clenches and he frowns, his brow furrowing. “I didn’t plan for things to happen that way.”

“How did you want to break up with me? Over candlelight? A text would have worked just fine,” I bite out.

The silence builds between us, and he watches me intently, as if trying to figure me out. He starts at my hair and works his way down to my feet, then comes back to my face. Just when I think I might combust from the intensity of his eyes, he looks away. 

“What?” I cock my hip. “You look like you want to say something.”

He taps his hand against his leg. Ice-blue eyes, ones I used to stare into and get butterflies from, glitter down at me. “You just can’t handle that I ended things, sweetheart.”

“Not your sweetheart.” 

“Never were.”

Shit…shit…my heart feels like an anvil just landed on it, heavy and hard, and I can’t breathe for a second at his words, part of me pissed, the other part devastated. I wanted to be his sweetheart, I did, but he…

You’re not my type. 

“Thanks for the reminder,” I say quietly, my anger folding away piece by piece and slipping into that horrible self-pity I despise. 

He closes his eyes and scrubs his face with those talented hands, strong and big and capable, skillful with a football. 

He steps in front of me, much like he did last night, and I tilt my head back to take him in. At my height of five feet, three inches, it’s hard to glare at a guy who towers over you and not look ridiculous, but I manage—until his eyes flicker with lingering emotion. 

I dart my eyes around the store, searching for a way out, but I’m stuck between him and a bookshelf. “You’re blocking my path.” I focus on his legs. No sexiness there—well, except for the tight muscles under that denim. 

“This is what I know,” he says in a low voice, ignoring my statement. “You told me we were just messing around. You set all the rules. Isn’t that how you operate? So why does me ending things with you even matter?”

“You never asked for more. You could have.” The revealing words fall around us, tinged with hurt, and I want to pull them back. 

The silence between us crackles, yet I’m aware of other people around us. There are a few girls on another aisle, and I glance over as one of them pulls out her phone. No doubt she’s taking a picture of him. Part of me retreats, anxious she’ll get me in that photo—a girl who clearly doesn’t belong. He doesn’t notice. Everyone knows who he is, and they’re probably wondering why he’s talking to me. 

“No, I didn’t,” he finally says, the words taut as if pulled from him unwillingly. He taps his leg, his tell that he’s anxious or angry. We weren’t together long, but every moment we spent together, I studied him like a wine connoisseur given a glass of rare cabernet. I know what makes him laugh, usually random things that make no sense. I know that groan he makes deep in this throat when he slides inside me, like he’s home. I know the feel of his hand when he cups my face and stares at me, a hesitant expression on his face—

“You can’t even look at me anymore. I wonder why,” he says, his voice a challenge. 

Steeling myself, I face those baby blues. “You know why. I wish we’d never met up last fall. I wish you’d never flirted with me. I wish I’d never fucked you that first time in the library—”

“Same page. Same fucking page, Charisma.” And then he’s walking away, broad shoulders swaying as he stalks down the aisle…
Wall Street Journal, New York Times, and USA Today best-selling author Ilsa Madden-Mills is best known for her angsty new adult romances and romantic comedies.
Eight of her eleven novels have placed in the Amazon Top 10 Best-seller List: Dirty English #1; Fake Fiancée and I Dare You #2; I Bet You, Filthy English, and Very Bad Things #6; Boyfriend Bargain #8; The Last Guy, her collaboration with Tia Louise, #4. 
 
A former high school English teacher, she adores all things Pride and Prejudice, and of course, Mr. Darcy is her ultimate hero. 
 
She’s addicted to frothy coffee beverages, cheesy magnets, and any book featuring unicorns and sword-wielding females. Feel free to stalk her online.
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Title: Emerging Temptation Collection
Authors: Peyton Banks, Donna R. Mercer, Reana Malori, Theresa Hodge, ML Preston, Sydney Aaliyah Michelle, Sade Rena, Posey Parks, Sedona Venez, Erin St. Charles, Yolanda Olson, Kiarra M. Taylor 
Genre: BWWM Steamy Romance
Release Date: January 14, 2020
Cover Design: T.E. Black Designs

Emerging Temptation is a limited edition collection of new, sexy BWWM romances that will set your soul on fire. Be prepared to be captivated by the sizzling tales of heroic first responders for hours on end.

These heroes will prove themselves worthy of your attention, and affection. From scorching hot firefighters to dashing police officers, there is something for everyone.

 

 

 

Watch out! You might find yourself needing to be resuscitated.
The stories in the compilation are exclusive and can’t be found anywhere else. Don’t wait, this box set will only be available for a limited time before it is gone forever!
Note: This collection contains material for mature readers (18+ and older) only.

 

Dalton by Peyton Banks
Chaos: Laws of Life Collection by Donna R Mercer
Absolution by Reana Malori
To You I Belong by Theresa Hodge
Crash by ML Preston
Avalanche by Sade Rena
Blazed by Posey Parks
Heart of Fire by Sedona Venez
A Kiss to the Rescue by Erin St. Charles
Ghost Flowers by Yolanda Olson
Title Coming Soon by Kiarra M. Taylor

 

 
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New Release/Excerpt

Title: Broken Promises
Series: Broken #2
Author: I. A. Dice
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Romantic Suspense
Release Date: August 8, 2019
North and South, but no Star.
 
Chicago falls into Dante’s hands. The six-year long dream becomes a reality, but it means nothing without Layla by his side. The war has ended, but peace failed to arrive.
 
Tormented by recent events, Dante struggles to choose a path while hatred keeps losing the battle with love. The mind cannot compete with the heart.
 
Stuck in a limbo, fueled by fear and memories of what she had lost, Layla hides from the wrath she knows is coming. Despite the outcome, regret is the last thing on her mind. If she could, she’d do it again. Hope is all she has left.
 
But hope is the mother of fools.
 
Ghosts of the past come back to haunt them both. Reality verifies their dreams when a new threat emerges – a race against time, death, and three million dollars.
 
There’s only one rule – there are no rules.

 

 

 

We were nearing the city center when in the crowd of nameless faces I spotted Layla. She walked in the opposite direction, a concerned look on her face.

 

My pulse throbbed everywhere at once – in my ears, in my veins, in my fingertips. Spades pulled away from the traffic lights, crossing a busy junction. I gripped the seat hard, pretending I hadn’t seen her.
For days I told myself she didn’t deserve me and it’d be wise to forget about her and move on. It worked to some extent until someone didn’t remind me of her. Then all my assumptions went to hell, and I just wanted to touch her, feel her lips, hear her sweet whispers in my ear. To see love in those big, gray eyes.
Now that I saw her, remaining in my seat went against all my instincts. But I had to stay. I had to let her go. She didn’t deserve me.
Her betrayal was all that mattered, right?
Wrong.

 

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