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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Title: Retribution
Series: Youngblood Series #2
Author: Monique Orgeron
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: August 1, 2019

 
My retribution may be over, but my future remains controlled by my past.
 
A son always pays for his father’s sins.
 
Stripped of everything, I was punished for crimes I believed my father was wrongly accused of. 
My need for revenge blinded me.
Faced with the truth, I was forced to make a choice that went against what I’d fought so hard for. 
With my atonement complete, I’m asked what would make me happy. 
I had it once and the very person who gave it to me is the same one who robbed me of it.
 
How can I look forward when I’m tortured by memories of her?
 
The girl I loved with all my heart and now hate with all I am. 
 
Sometimes love isn’t good for you.
 
Sometimes, you have to love yourself enough to see the destruction ahead and simply move out of the way.
I once loved a boy who was determined to continually hurt himself.
For a chance to prove himself worthy. 
He was worthy in my eyes, but it wasn’t enough.
Then a secret opened my eyes to see the years of pain and hurt the future held.
Leaving, I took a risk for a better future, but my return unravels a spiral of betrayal. 
I know I will be at their mercy.

SHANETwo stupid shows later, I’m still watching the clock and window, waiting for her to be dropped off. Another half an hour show later, I find myself on the steps of my porch. Looking around, I see something off in the distance but it’s not a car. Standing, I walk off the porch and walk down the walkway. The first thing I recognize is the poofy pale pink dress. “Jolie.”

Without another thought, I go running down the street to meet her. The closer I get, I see she’s carrying, her high heel shoes in her hands and she has her dress gathered up in the front, so she won’t trip on it while walking. 

“Jolie, what’s wrong?”

Rolling her eyes, she practically grunts. “Nothing.”

She tries to get past me, but I block her path. “Where’s your date? Why are you walking?”

“I’m fine. Can you please move?”

She tries to get past me again, but this time I grab her by the arms, stopping her. “Jolie don’t. Not with me. You don’t always have to be strong.”

She relaxes under my hold, deflated and says, “I don’t know where he is.” 

“Did he…” Now I’m burning with rage.

“No! Calm down.” She jerks out of my arms and says, “He never even got close enough to try.”

What? Did she want him to try? 

Jolie takes a step back, letting out an exaggerated huff. “All he wanted to do was take a picture and drink. He wouldn’t even dance with me. Then he had the nerve to want us to go to a party without even enjoying the dance.”

Dumbass, I know his type. Doing whatever it takes to look cool with all the guys, ignoring his date until the big party. Then it’s on, he’ll become the aggressor trying to get her alone and get what he wants without putting any effort into her needs.

Jolie trying to get it all out, continues, “By the time he wanted to leave, he was drunk and started teasing about shit I never agreed to.”

I fucking knew it! “Like what? What the hell was he saying?!”

Jolie has the nerve to roll her eyes at me, “Nothing, I handled it.”

That brings a smile to my face. I know she can handle herself; I just hate that she has to. Not wanting to show how much it bothers me, I tell her, “Good riddance then.”

My choice of words doesn’t go over well though. She looks at me, ready to kick me in the balls which is what I’m sure she did to the other guy. “Really?! That’s what you have to say? Why are all you boys so stupid? All I wanted was to dance.”

“You didn’t dance at all, even with your friends?”

“I did, but I wanted to dance with…never mind, you wouldn’t understand.”

I understand perfectly and I know how to solve it. I grab her hand, pulling her back in the direction of the school.

“Hey, what are you doing? Where you taking me? Shane, stop.”

“We’re going back to the school.”

“Why? No! Shane, we can’t!” She’s trying to nail her feet down to the concrete, making it harder to pull her. Doesn’t matter though, I continue dragging her.

“The hell we can’t. You want to dance? You’re going to dance.”

Sounding frantic, she tries convincing me, “Shane, they won’t let you in. I’m fine. Please, let’s go home.”

She’s right, they won’t let me in. But I can get her close enough to the hear the music. No matter what she says or how hard she tries pulling out of my grip, she is going to have that damn dance.

“Shane, what do you think we’re going to do?”

“We’re going to dance.”

“Huh?”

We finally make it to the school, and I lead us to the side of the gym where the dance is being held. Once we’re on the side, I’m pleased to see I was right. The music might be muffled but we can still hear the band playing. So, I turn and tell her,

“Put on your shoes.”

“This is ridiculous, Shane.”

In a firm voice, making sure she knows I’m not playing, I say, “Do it.”

With another exaggerated puff, she gives up and says, “Fine, but this is stupid.” She grabs my arm to help her balance while putting her heels back on and then stands straight, wiping down her dress and gives me a frumpy frustrated look. 

The song playing isn’t right, it’s too fast. So, I’m standing here looking like an idiot, waiting and hoping the next song will be a slow. This will be our first dance and if it’s the last, I want to make sure I get to hold her close in my arms. Jolie’s looking around like this is the most ridiculous thing ever. She remains there though, shifting around with her hands locked in front of her, looking anywhere but at me. 

There’s a pause in the music then the next song the band starts to play is slow and perfect. It’s, ‘To Make you Feel My love.’ Without warning, I grab Jolie’s hand and pull her into my arms, but she automatically stiffens. It’s not what I want. She shouldn’t be nervous. This is us. 

Looking down upon her, I tell her, “Just relax.”

The second her eyes look up at mine, I’m a goner.

“I don’t know how to do this.”

“It’s me, Jo. Only me and you.”

Her eyes soften, and her mouth curls slightly as I reach for her other hand and lay it gently and securely in mine. Repositioning my other arm around the back of her lower waist, I hear a hitch in her breath. My eyes close for only a second, wanting to hear it again. Her eyes rise again and this time, lock with mine and I begin. One step forward and one step back, her smile grows, bringing me more joy than I’ve ever known. As we continue to dance slow, it becomes painful having her this close. Hearing the song and having her finally in my arms where I’ve always wanted her is more than I can take. I never should’ve allowed any other guy the chance to worm his way into her life.

Jolie surprises me by laying her head on my chest as we slow to more of a sway. I wonder if she can hear the beating of my heart. Because it’s hers, it always has been. 

Bending, I lay my cheek on the top of her head and move my hand up, feeling her bare skin. Continuing, I slide it up to caress her neck. 

“I love this song.” she says in a whisper.

“Then it’s our song.”

Jolie’s head rises, bringing her eyes back to mine. “Shane?”

It’s time. “There’s never been a question where you belong. I’ve been an idiot Jolie, but not anymore.”

The song stops and we continue to stare into each other’s eyes. Finally, she breaks our gaze and tries to pull out of my arms.

I know she’s shocked and confused by what I said. I just never expected no response. Then the one she ends up giving me, isn’t even close to anything I wanted, 

“Thank you for the dance.”

“Not yet.”

“No, Shane! You can’t keep doing this to me. I’m tired of trying to get you to love… shit! I’m tired, okay?”

She didn’t finish what she was going to say but I know exactly what it was. She’s tired of trying to get me to love her. Love was never an issue. I’ve loved her practically since the day I met her. My mother was so right when she said, “One day.” It was always there. I just kept denying it, not wanting or needing anyone in my life to love. Especially not the younger girl from across the street. But for some reason, I can’t risk losing her either. She’s getting older and I am no longer the only one seeing her for the beautiful woman she’s becoming. She’s mine and she needs to know it. 

Bringing her back to me, I lay a hand on her beautiful face, taking her all in. 

Jolie licks her lips and with a shaky voice asks, “Are you going to kiss me again?”

“If I do, you need to understand there’s no going back. You’ll be mine, forever.”

“I’m already yours, Shane.” 

I’m so caught up in her eyes, seeing the truth behind them. My other hand reaches out to hold the other side of her face and my eyes dance around each of her features, then she puts me out of my misery and says, 

“Kiss me.”

Written by Monique Orgeron’s eldest, most beautiful, and intelligent daughter. (My sister is going to hate this part.)

My mom happens to be the most caring, loving, and stubborn person I know, well anyone knows. She gives 100% percent of herself to everyone and has given up so much of herself for my sister and I. For twenty-one years she has poured her heart and soul into making sure we know that we are loved and that we can do anything we put our minds too, but it was about time she figured that out about herself. 
 
Up until this year I hadn’t seen my mom do anything for only her, but this book has allowed her to travel the world through the pages of a book, make new friends, and feel the joy of doing something exciting. 
 
There is a new light behind her eyes and it is just making me feel more joy than she can ever imagine. While she might be annoying most of the time, I am so thrilled that she is finally allowing herself to grow as a person and not spend all of her energy on her family. 
 
It has been a long journey of self-discovery for my mom; she has gone from domestic supermom to domestic goddess throughout the process of writing. 
 
We are so very excited and proud of you! I love you as big as the world.
 
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New Release

Title: Retribution
Series: Youngblood Series #2
Author: Monique Orgeron
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: August 1, 2019

 

 

 

 

 

My retribution may be over, but my future remains controlled by my past.
A son always pays for his father’s sins.
Stripped of everything, I was punished for crimes I believed my father was wrongly accused of.
My need for revenge blinded me.
Faced with the truth, I was forced to make a choice that went against what I’d fought so hard for.
With my atonement complete, I’m asked what would make me happy.
I had it once and the very person who gave it to me is the same one who robbed me of it.
How can I look forward when I’m tortured by memories of her?
The girl I loved with all my heart and now hate with all I am.
Sometimes love isn’t good for you.
Sometimes, you have to love yourself enough to see the destruction ahead and simply move out of the way.
I once loved a boy who was determined to continually hurt himself.
For a chance to prove himself worthy.
He was worthy in my eyes, but it wasn’t enough.
Then a secret opened my eyes to see the years of pain and hurt the future held.
Leaving, I took a risk for a better future, but my return unravels a spiral of betrayal.
I know I will be at their mercy.

 

 

SHANE

Later that evening, I drove to the Stern mansion to see Catherine. She’s wasn’t at her best which left it even more appealing for me to want to forgive her. She went over what would be my new life. She laid it all out, but then at the end she hit me with the fact that it would all be mine in time. Once I passed through probation. 

I remember that day so clearly, it’s almost like I’m reliving it.

Catherine instantly sees my rage and tries to calm me, tries giving me guarantees but then she halts her speech and asks me one simple question,“What is it that will make you happy?”

Looking at her baffled, she repeats herself, “Shane, what is it that will truly make you happy? You need to figure it out because this life is not made for everyone and you missed a lot by not being raised in it. If you think that me giving you everything you always wished for will make you happy, it won’t. And with everything I’ve put you through, I want that for you. I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness…”

Interrupting her, I say, “I never said you had my forgiveness and the way things are going, it doesn’t look like I will be giving you a reprieve from your guilt any time soon.”

She nods her head and quietly says, “I deserve that. I do, but I’m not putting you on probation to hurt you.”

“Really? Care to explain? Because it seems like you’re not finished torturing me.”

“I will give you it all, but you need to know how to handle it. You weren’t at the age of training when your father was taken from you.”

“And you took everything else.” I practically yell at her.

“Yes, I did. I will not make any more mistakes with you. When I give you your father’s territory, I will make sure you won’t lose it. You’ll never have to worry about someone trying to take it from you because they will fear you.”

“I’m already feared.”

“Not my kind of fear.” She smiles and says, “This life can eat you up, Shane.”

“Are you worried I will become my father? Is this what all this is about?”

“No, Shane. You are not your father, just like my sons are not theirs. I’m done with the past. All of it. Having cancer has taught me what is really important in life. I can see it clear as day; you think that when I hand you back everything it will make you happy, that it will solve all your problems? It won’t.”

Before she could go on, I stand without another word and leave. I know what comes next, and I can’t believe the nerve of her to want to question my life choices.



Pulling myself out of the flashback, I turn my attention back to the envelope. Turning it upside down, the single dried up wildflower of years gone by, falls onto my desk. Slowly and carefully I pick it up. The once simplistic wildflower is so fragile now and the vibrant yellow coloring it once had is long gone. But still it holds a special meaning to me. More than just the small crush I had for Catherine. 

It brings back another memory, one of a girl, innocent and beautiful with hair as golden as the sun. With curls that surrounded her delicate features. She was my wildflower. Images remain of her lying beside me in an open field under the light of day. Laughing so sweetly as I slipped wildflowers like this one through her curls making a crown around her head as she looked upon me like she needed me for her next breath. 

Catherine wants to know what would make me happy. How do I tell her that I had it once and the very person that gave it to me is the same one who robbed me of it? 

I slip the flower back into the envelope and stick it back into its place in my drawer. Yesterday is gone, my wildflower girl took with her everything I ever cared about. Leaving me with a void I’ve never been able to fill. 

All I know is things are about to change. I will seek out my new future. I might never be truly happy again, but I’m done paying retribution for someone else’s crime and Catherine damn well better deliver on her promises.

Written by Monique Orgeron’s eldest, most beautiful, and intelligent daughter. (My sister is going to hate this part.)

My mom happens to be the most caring, loving, and stubborn person I know, well anyone knows. She gives 100% percent of herself to everyone and has given up so much of herself for my sister and I. For twenty-one years she has poured her heart and soul into making sure we know that we are loved and that we can do anything we put our minds too, but it was about time she figured that out about herself. 
 
Up until this year I hadn’t seen my mom do anything for only her, but this book has allowed her to travel the world through the pages of a book, make new friends, and feel the joy of doing something exciting. 
 
There is a new light behind her eyes and it is just making me feel more joy than she can ever imagine. While she might be annoying most of the time, I am so thrilled that she is finally allowing herself to grow as a person and not spend all of her energy on her family. 
 
It has been a long journey of self-discovery for my mom; she has gone from domestic supermom to domestic goddess throughout the process of writing. 
 
We are so very excited and proud of you! I love you as big as the world.
 
-Bria and Tony



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855A3814-87E7-467E-870A-C29016A1EA9AB1BCB853-1C9E-4FEB-AC3D-2573E8069C67Stripped Down 

by Chelle Bliss & Eden Butler

 A full-length book in the Nailed Down series – and can be read as a standalone.

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Genre: Romantic Suspense

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Synopsis

The mob was my life, but she always had his heart. 

She was my biggest regret and an even greater sin, but can I be redeemed?

She was a saint’s angel.

I was the devil’s son.

I should have never touched Samantha Nicola.

Loving her made me the greatest sinner.

Sammy was the only good I’ve ever had in my life.

I want it again. I want her again.

But how do I earn her forgiveness when I’ve done the unforgivable?

How can I be a good man in a family of criminals?

With redemption within reach, danger circles us. Soon a choice will have to be made… risk everything for redemption or walk away from the only salvation I could ever have?

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Pre-Order/Anthology

Title: Bad to the Bone: A Bad Boy Anthology
Authors: A.C. Williams ~ Cari Robe ~ Courtney Lynn Rose ~ Elizabeth Knox ~ Erin Osborne ~ Krista Ames ~ Lizzie James ~ S. Cinders ~ Sonya Jesus ~ Verlene Landon 
Genre: MC, Dark Romance, Romantic Suspense, Contemporary, Dark Psychological Thriller
Release Date: July 20, 2019

 

Bad boys: We love to hate them, but sometimes, we just can’t help but love them. 

 

You’ll get a mixture of genres from the eleven authors that took part in this anthology. Some will have the contemporary pieces you love, while others are packed full of suspense. But then we have the darker stories, the ones that will make you view the world a bit differently.
The question is – do you love a bad boy?
We know you do, take a dive in and meet them.

 

Cari Robe



Verlene Landon


Elizabeth Knox

Courtney Lynn Rose

S. Cinders



Erin Osborne

A.C. Williams

Lizzie James

Krista Ames

Sonya Jesus

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Book Tour/Giveaway

Title: Key to Hell
Series: Hell Night Series #4
Author: Alex Grayson
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: June 27, 2019

Death. Destruction. Pain. A soulless void. It’s his life. It’s his reality.
Emo doesn’t feel. Anything. His soul is dark and filled with hatred. People in the small town of Malus watch him with fear, with reverence. Exactly the way he prefers it.
Guilt surrounds him, caging him in an ominous past he refuses to let go. Can’t let go. His past is responsible for the shell of the man who now exists. He doesn’t know any other way to survive.
The woman who haunts his dreams is his only salvation. He’s hurt her over and over again. He didn’t have a choice.
The key he holds on to, the one he uses to carve into his flesh, is the key to his hell. It’s his reminder of the pain he’s suffered and inflicted.
Will there be retribution? Can Emo be saved? Or is he destined to live in this dark hell he’s surrounded himself in for the rest of his life?

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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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