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New Release: The Reluctant Billionaire Bride by Roz Lee

The Reluctant Billionaire Bride

Billionaire Brides Series #3

by Roz Lee

Contemporary Romance

Blurb

There are certain moments in her life that Julie Davis will never forget – like the

moment she realized the numbers on her winning ticket would change her life

forever. And the moment she thought she’d never live to spend a penny of her

winnings. Then there was the moment she kissed Colin Parker and knew there

were things in life money couldn’t buy—like happiness and happily-ever-afters.

Growing up in tiny Butte Plains, Texas, Colin Parker longed for the bright lights

of Nashville to shine on him. Unwilling to let anyone derail his up-and-coming

career, Colin is determined to forget Julie Davis and the promise of the one kiss

they shared, but forgetting isn’t an option. When his career skyrockets he finds

himself longing for home and the woman he let get away. There’s just one

problem—Julie Davis doesn’t want any part of him or his celebrity lifestyle.

 

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Excerpt

Julie glanced at the clock on the nightstand and groaned. Nine a.m. She rolled over and stuffed a pillow over her head to muffle the noise coming from next door. Normally, she’d have been up for hours, checking on the brewing vats, but last night had been another one of those nights. Colin Parker and his infernal kiss had invaded her dreams, and she’d woken in the middle of the night, hot, horny, and unable to get back to sleep until nearly dawn.

The sound of a lawn mower, punctuated by the occasional clunk followed by a loud curse, finally drew her out of bed and to the window. Her room, located at the rear of the house above the kitchen, overlooked the neighboring property.

A shiny new red pickup truck sat in front of the old barn. “I guess he really did buy the place,” she said to Bud who sat in the middle of her bed watching her and probably wondering when she was going to take him out to do his morning duty. She was about to oblige him when Colin Parker, walking behind a lawn mower, turned the corner of his new house.

“Oh. My. Lord.” Jesus, did he have to mow shirtless? Quickly, she stepped to the side so he wouldn’t see her ogling his wide shoulders and six-pack abs. He looked even better than her subconscious had imagined he would look, and she’d thought she’d done a pretty good job, based on her limited exposure to the man. “Honey,” she said to herself, “you weren’t even close.”

Author Bio

USA Today Best-Selling author Roz Lee is the author of twenty erotic romances.

The first, The Lust Boat, was born of an idea acquired while on a Caribbean

cruise with her family and soon blossomed into a five book series published by

Red Sage. Following her love of baseball, she turned her attention to sexy

athletes in tight pants, writing the critically acclaimed Mustangs Baseball series.

Roz has been married to her best friend, and high school sweetheart, for nearly

four decades. Roz and her husband have two grown daughters, a son-in-law,

and are the proud grandparents to the cutest little boy ever.

Even though Roz has lived on both coasts, her heart lies in between, in Texas. A

Texan by birth, she can trace her family back to the Republic of Texas. With

roots that deep, she says, “You can’t ever really leave.”

When Roz isn’t writing, she’s reading, or traipsing around the country on one

adventure or another. No trip is too small, no tourist trap too cheesy, and no road

unworthy of travel.

Roz is a member of New Jersey Romance Writers, Los Angeles Romance

Authors, Liberty State Fiction Writers, and the Authors Guild.

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New Release: Silent Love: Part 4 (Forbidden Series) by Kenadee Bryant

Title: Silent Love Part 4
Series: Forbidden Series
Author: Kenadee Bryant
Genre: NA Romance
Release Date: 
Publisher: Limitless Publishing

It still feels surreal—me and Gage.

Who knew our pretend relationship would turn into something so real and so amazing? What I thought I wanted with Ethan is now something I want with no one but Gage.

He’s everything to me…which is why he can’t know.

I never thought the day would come when Ethan and I actually shared something. But we do. A secret that will destroy Gage—destroy us.

If the truth manages to find its way to the surface, all I can do is pray our love will be strong enough to survive it.

  
Kenadee Bryant- Currently lives in a small town called Mesquite, Nevada. She is going to college to be an English teacher and writes on the side. When she isn’t busy with school work or writing new books she likes to hang out with her family, do things outdoors, and read whatever she can get her hands on. 

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New Release: His Sweetest Sin by Fiona Aina Murphy

Title: His Sweetest Sin
Author: Fiona Murphy
Genre: BBW Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 29, 2018

 

I can’t believe it. Christopher Baldwin, the baddest boy in baseball wants me. Amelia Bishop, I was maybe a solid seven before an accident changed my life, leaving me fat, broken, and avoiding mirrors around me. If he hadn’t said it with a stare hot enough to melt brain cells, I would never have believed him when he said my curves are what he wants.
 
Cocky, arrogant, tattooed, with a diamond glinting in his ear, he is no boy. He is all man and a lethally gorgeous one at that. With dimples flashing as he invites me to sin in a slow Southern drawl I’m trying to remember I don’t swoon, sin, or—wait, what? I forgot not to stare directly at his dimples, those bright blue eyes aren’t safe either. Sorry, as I was saying.
 
As appealing as the idea of being bad with Chris is, there is no doubt in my mind I would fail miserably at it, even under his expert tutelage. Chris is used to strippers, women who have all the right moves. Me, I have no moves, at all. Chris is major league, I would get laughed out of little league.
 
I’m also his lawyer, at least until my brother, Ethan, comes back from vacation. Getting involved with clients is a huge no-no, no matter what primetime television might show. As gorgeous as he is he isn’t worth the possibility of hurting my career or losing the hard-earned respect of my boss and brother.
 
Only I can’t deny he makes being bad sound so good. Once Ethan is back I’m no longer Chris’s lawyer and it’s open season on all my good intentions. Being with him is still dangerous, his fame attracts all sorts of trouble. Who knows what complications could tear us apart?
 
***While a standalone, Holly and Ethan from His Under Contract make an appearance. You need not have read His Under Contract to enjoy His Sweetest Sin. ***
 
***Warning***
I don’t like to watch sports, although I do enjoy watching beautiful men sweat. I’ve never read a sports romance before. Chris Baldwin is a man falling in love with a sassy, damaged, curvy woman and he also happens to play baseball. When I started writing, I did do my research. I watched the winning series that inspired the story. I watched a bunch of movies and spent hours on Wikipedia. Then I scrapped the paragraphs waxing lyrical about the love the game and stuck with what I know. My billionaires don’t lay out the inner workings of their deals. I figured less is more. So, please be aware the focus is not the love of the game, it’s on the love story.


The waitress brings us our plates with a smile, asking if we need anything else, and we both decline. I’m not in the mood to eat though, still uneasy from the warning in Chris’s eyes. I hate him for doing this to me, turning me inside out, causing my emotions to run riot with a look or a few words. It feels like he’s playing with me. “I’m really not hungry. I want to go to work. I’m tired of being used as something for you to amuse yourself with.” 

His bark of laughter is loud in the large, empty room. “Me use you? If anyone is using anyone, it’s you using me. Don’t worry, I’ll let you use me.”

I’m blinking fast. “Me, use you?”

“Yes, sugar, you’re using me. Usually, it wouldn’t matter to me why a woman wanted to fuck me as long as she did. I guess today is a day for revelations for the both of us. You didn’t know your pussy gets wet at the idea of being owned, and I didn’t know my cock goes limp at the idea of being used by you.”

I am not hurt by his annoyance, but I do know he’s nuts. “You are seriously not in your right mind. I’m not using you. You’re the one talking dirty, who keeps coming after me. I told you the first time I met you that us hooking up doesn’t make sense and it’s not what I want. How the hell is this on me?” 

He sighs, and I fight the urge to kick him for it. “You eat me up with your eyes; I can smell your pussy wet for me. Your tits swell and sway, and you thrust them out the minute you catch me looking. Fine, I get it, you don’t even realize you’re doing it, but you are doing it. I’m really supposed to just walk away from you? Sugar, since you are so completely clueless, I’ll tell you right now the way you want me—so bad you ache, so bad you can’t think straight, so bad you’re willing to take a chance you never thought you’d take—that kind of want and need doesn’t happen very often, and you aren’t the only one feeling it. 

“What pisses me off is you’re willing to take all I want to give you without giving it back. You’re trying to figure out how to get the cheese out of the trap without setting it off. I’m the bad boy who fucks at will, used to any chick riding my cock and giving orgasms until a woman can’t move from it. So you figure if he’s giving it out to anyone, why not you? That, that’s what pisses me off.

His jaw is tight, his eyes are the color of the arctic in winter, freezing me to the empty, hollow of my chest. “You aren’t willing to be bad, to get dirty. You want to stay the good girl, sweet, kind, never causes a fuss. Shit, woodland creatures probably clean your place while you sit on your perfectly plump ass sipping on your coffee, while you read the day away. Books where there’s nothing more than a proper, close-mouthed kiss before it fades to black, where the men are noble, dickless prisses who ask for kisses instead of taking them. I’m going to be the villain in the story who sneaks in and takes you. You’ll give in without ever giving anything up, not your good girl image, not yourself, just your body.”

I hate him. I fucking hate him. I blink, and tears fall. I hate him even more for sighing at the sight of them. Pushing away from the table, my legs are trembling so badly I feel like I’m fighting to stay standing during an earthquake. I want to make my escape from him, from all of this, but not until it’s clear this is all his damn fault. “So it’s my fault for buying into the image you sold of yourself? I’m to blame because I’m willing to take what you keep telling me you’re willing to give? I told you I’m not on your level, the very first day. You’re major league, and I wouldn’t even make it into the little league. I’ve fucked three men, okay? Three, and each of them miserable experiences that left me questioning if it was over, if it was safe to just crawl away and hide. I don’t know what you want from me to know if I can even give it to you or not. You say a few weeks, then you joke about kids. You fuck with my head until I don’t know—” 

I was so wrapped up in my rant I never saw him move, his hands go down to my hips before bringing me up against him. Oh god, he’s hard, so very hard and pressing into my stomach. Immediately, my knees go weak as I sag against him. His mouth grazes against my ear. “Shh…sugar, take a deep breath. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have taken my frustration out on you even though damn it, Amelia, you started it. Walking in the door spitting fire, cranky as all hell, looking for a fight. Congratulations, you got your wish. I’m never going to be able to deny you what you want—I knew it the minute I laid my eyes on you. 

“Amelia,” This time my name is throbbing with all his frustration. “I need you to be honest with me, and the real hard part here, with yourself. I get that it’s hard for you, for reasons only you know. It doesn’t matter, you need to figure out how. The crappy history with men, that I guessed at, but I never would have thought it was so bad. You make more sense than ever now.

“I’ll slow down, let you catch up. Normally, I’m more patient. You have a way of setting me off faster than anyone I’ve ever met. Take a breath, there you go, another one.” A large warm hand cups my cheek, his thumb wiping tears away. I find the courage to meet his eyes, and the awe in them stuns me. There is no teasing, no anger, nothing but pure awe. “Even crying you’re beautiful.”

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Due to commitment issues I have lived in many different cities and my favorite is Chicago but I have managed to settle into Austin and perhaps my commitment issues are behind me. 
 
I have enjoyed reading from a very young age and it wasn’t long before the children books bored me and I read the books my mother enjoyed Stephen King and Dean Koontz and I didn’t sleep without the light on until I was about ten. 
 
I came across my first Harlequin by accident and it was love at first read, no one died and happy endings? It was a whole new world and I loved it. 
 
I wrote my first story at eight and everyone died, of course. Since then I would like to think I’ve gotten better and now I’m writing the happily ever afters I first fell in love with, with some hot sex thrown in along the way.

 

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New Release: Clutch by Jack Davenport

Title: Clutch
Series: Burning Saints MC #2
Author: Jack Davenport
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: May 29, 2018

The Burning Saints Motorcycle Club is the only family Clutch has known, and violence his only stock and trade. Humanity has handed him nothing but pain struggle, and he’s come to expect even less from it. As an orphan, he’s always found it easier to bond with machines than with people. Now his club family is in danger of losing its way, its identity, even its very existence.
Dr. Gina Gardner is newly single, completely unprepared to mingle, and as it turns out, cannot sing and safely operate a motor vehicle at the same time. What she craves is time away to figure out what she wants. What she just might get, however, is a detour to what she needs.
When Clutch and Gina find themselves at the same crossroad will they speed by each other, collide in a fiery crash, or blaze a new trail together?

Jack Davenport is a true romantic at heart, but he has a rebel’s soul. His writing is passionate, energetic, and often fueled by his true life, fiery romance with author wife, Piper Davenport. A musician by day, his unique perspective into the world of rock stars provides an exciting backdrop for his new romance series.

He currently lives with his wife and two kids in the top left corner of the United States.


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New Release: Dare to Love by Harper Phoenix

Title: Dare to Love
Series: Stone Pack #4
Author: Harper Phoenix
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: May 29, 2018


Harrison has never been your average guy. He just didn’t fit the mould. 

His past is behind him and now he has purpose. 
A job. 
And he does it well.
He lives for it and is prepared to die for it. 
He’s damaged but finally accepted. He has everything he needs, or so he thought.
Grace is broken, vulnerable and on the run. Carrying a piece of her past with her, a past she’s desperate to leave behind. 
But as the past and present collide she turns to Harrison for help. 
Could he be the man for her? 
But more importantly can she tame the wolf?

Prologue 

Harrison aged nine. 

Mum has two black eyes and a split lip when I get to the kitchen. 

Dad came home in a bad mood last night. He hurt her bad. I’m still limping from the beating I got too. He didn’t come alone though, and dad took pleasure in watching. His friend always liked me over my mum, and my dad didn’t mind that at all. No matter how much I begged for it to stop, it never did. I wanted to run. But if I tried and he found me, it was always worse. 

Last night, my mum had to strip naked as well as me. I had to watch that too. Dad’s friend took a belt to me, and when I wouldn’t bend over, and I fought to get free, he wrapped the belt around my neck. I passed out. 

I woke up with him inside me, my dad grinning in front of me, while my mum wailed and cried, screaming for them to stop. He was grunting each time he went in. I struggled with all I had, screaming and flailing my arms, so my dad made my mum hold me still until the man was done with me. 

My dad and his friend are passed out in the living room now. I glare at my mum, hatred burning deep in my belly. She starts to whimper and cry. I can’t be here anymore. There has to be somewhere better. This can’t be it. 

‘I’m leaving, and I’m not coming back,’ I tell her in a small whisper. ‘You should come too.’ 

‘Shhhhh! Harry, I’m so sorry, so fucking sorry.’ I shake my head and look her up and down in disgust. I curl my lip and growl in frustration. Why me? 

‘One day, I’m going to come back and kill them and if you’re still here…’ 

‘I have a plan, shhhh, Harry. I know what to do,’ she whispers then in an overly-loud voice adds, ‘go on now and get ready for school.’ I frown at her. Lowering her voice again she says, ‘Don’t take anything that won’t fit in your pocket. Everything is going to be okay, Harrison, I promise.’ 

I do as she asks and go to my room. I don’t have much anyway, so I put on two pairs of socks and pants and do my best to dress in a few layers without looking like the Michelin man. When I’m dressed and back in the kitchen, I watch as she gathers her bag and coat like she does on any normal day. Her eyes widen at me as I open my mouth to say something. Why isn’t she getting her things? I say nothing and walk out of the door without a word. It’s only when we turn the corner at the bottom of the street that she finally speaks. ‘There is a group of people a few miles away. They look out for each other, and they’re like you and your Dad.’ She looks at me, and a small smile comes across her face—not a happy one though, it’s full of pity. I know right then that she isn’t coming with me. I want to want her to come wherever she’s taking me, but also, I don’t. A huge part of me blames her for everything too. 

We travel for hours, and when we get to the place, my mum goes off with a guy into a room and leaves me in a small living room with another man. I’m on alert immediately, wondering what the hell she’s playing at, and when he gets up and comes toward me, I hold my fists up to ward him off. He laughs as he passes and ruffles my hair with his hand. 

‘You want a drink, kid?’ he asks a smile on his face. 

I drop my hands and nod my head. I don’t speak. 

‘Your mother not teach you manners, kid?’ I just look at him as he hands me a can of coke. 

‘Thanks,’ I mumble. I sit back at the table, and he sits with his feet up on it. 

‘Looks like you have a story to tell, kid. If you want to talk, I can listen. Or we can just sit right here until your mother is done.’ Again, I say nothing. Just acknowledge that he’s spoken with a small nod of my head. I have red marks around my neck that cannot be hidden, and I know that’s the reason he’s asking me to talk. But I won’t. Not ever.
I was born and bred in East Yorkshire England, and I still live in my hometown, with my husband and children.


My journey with stories began when I was just a child, I would often scribble down wherever my dreams or imagination took me.

My journey with writing stories, began much later when I became ill and housebound for a period of eighteen months. I decided I would escape real life and become immersed in a story of my creation. With the support of my husband and family my first real story was born. I would stay up night after night tapping the keys of my trusty laptop, while my husband lay sleeping beside me. I was hooked. But it wasn’t as easy as that. My story needed work. A lot of it. And it sat on my computer for some years after that. Later on I decided to embark on another journey. I went to university, where I studied Creative writing and english literature.

I then decided with a new wealth of knowledge that I would once again delve into the world that I had created. I had never forgotten the characters and would often think about what I would have liked to have done with them over the years. I had grown to love them for getting me through a very difficult period in my life, and I wanted other people to read all about them. And so I began to rewrite my book.

It wasn’t until I delved into the ‘Book world’ on facebook that I discovered the ‘Indie book world.’ It’s amazing! So many authors are now being heard publishing this way, and I can only hope that my books will leave a lasting memory for some or all of you readers too!


New Release: Taming Trent by Dominique Eastwick

Taming Trent

Sherman Family Series Book 5

by Dominique Eastwick

Genre – Contemporary Romance

 

Blurb

Trenton Sherman discovers the hard way he can’t save those who didn’t want

saving. In the end, it costs him nearly everything to try. With his business in the

tank, his body broken, and his very beliefs challenged, Trenton must battle his

demons both real and in his head if he is to achieve the future he always

dreamed of.

Once bitten twice shy. Tamron loved the wrong man when the right one had

been there the whole time. But now that she has a real chance at love is she

willing to take the chance? Can she be what Trent needs to overcome the PTSD

he is dealing with?

Can two people burned by the same man find the common ground to fight for a

love they deserve, or will the ground beneath them crumble like the ice cave that

brought them back together.

The Sherman family is back fighting for their youngest brother, and nothing will

stop them.

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Excerpt

Trent adjusted in his bed, his heart in his throat, what would he do if she

answered the way he feared her next question? “You don’t want children?”

“On the contrary. I just didn’t want children with him.” Her voice dropped

in both tone and volume. “There, now our dirty little secret is out in the

open.”

“Tamron?”

“What? What do you want me to say? God, you know Craig. He’s selfish and

only wants things someone else has. How long would it take him to become

bored with a baby and me as a mom? I never understood why he stayed so

long or asked me to marry him to start with.”

“Because I wanted you.” The words flew out before he could prevent them.

Her jaw dropped. “What are you talking about?”

“The first moment I saw you across the damned pub, I thought I had found

my soul mate.”

She paced, shaking her head. “No, that’s not right. You were interested in

Chrissie.”

“Are you kidding me? I was stuck with Chrissie, a woman who claimed an

association because our brothers happened to play rugby together during

Tony’s senior year. And because a decade before, I was at a party with her

when she was barely a teenager. By the time I could take my focus off her

without being rude, Craig had moved in, and I remained forever his wing

man.”

She stopped, arms crossed, staring out the window. For minutes that

seemed like hours, she remained silent, didn’t move or acknowledge his

statement. “Please say something. Damn it! I hate being tied to this bed.”

Stalking across the room before he could say anything else, she cupped his

face and brought her lips to his. Needing no other incentive, he pulled her

closer, his tongue taking the kiss deeper. She tasted of amber beer and the

spices from dinner and smelled divine. He had wanted this moment for so

long, now that he had her in his embrace, he relished it, took his time.

He wanted to remember this moment, every part of it. He pulled back,

searching her hazel eyes. With shaking fingers, he traced her face, learning

with touch what his eyes had memorized years ago. “You are so beautiful.”

“I’m plainly average.” She appeared to be doing the same as him. Her

fingers brushed the stubble on his chin.

“Not to me. I’ve studied every line and curve of your face, convinced your

skin couldn’t be as soft as I imagined.” She closed her eyes, moving into his

touch as he cupped her cheek. “Only to find it is softer than I could have

ever dreamed.”

“Did you? Dream, that is?” She turned into his palm, placing a kiss into the

center.

“I’ve dreamt of you more than any other dream. You’re the unattainable,

the one thing all my connections as a Sherman couldn’t help me obtain.

And yet, if I couldn’t touch you, hold you, I was happy for what scraps I

could get.”

“Why did you never say anything?”

“You were my best friend’s girlfriend then fiancée. I had to stand by and

stand up for another man when all I wanted to do was scream, ‘I do object

because I love her.’”

She pulled away. “You can’t love me.”

 

Author Bio

Award winning author Dominique Eastwick currently calls North Carolina home

with her husband, two children, one lazy lab, and one crazy Norwegian

Elkhound. Dominique spent much of her early life moving from state to state as

a Navy Brat. Because of that traveling is one of her favorite pastimes. When

she’s not writing, you can find Dominique with her second love…her camera.

 

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Release Blitz: PRETTY AS A PEACH by Juliette Poe

Pretty as a Peach (Sex & Sweet Tea, Book #4)
Juliette Poe
Release Date: March 15, 2018

Synopsis:
Mainer Farms is steeped in family history, but it’s also deep in debt from the effects of the ever-changing farming industry. Not about to let his family’s legacy go under, Colt Mancinkus is willing to do anything he can to save the farm.

Darby Culhane is the new farmer in Whynot, North Carolina, and she’s proving to be quite the forbidden temptation for Colt. Darby isn’t looking for anything but a fresh start, and she’s got it all figured out. Get settled in? Check. Apply for the rural county grant? Check. Confrontation with the steaming mad, smoking hot local farmer? Well, that wasn’t on the agenda.

As pretty as she is sweet, Colt can’t help but be drawn to Darby’s…peaches. No really, she’s a peach farmer. Get that mind out of the gutter, and get on down to the farm to see what happens when circumstances force Colt and Darby to team up. They may just find that the peach trees aren’t the only things in bloom.

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Juliette Poe is the sweet and swoony alter ego of New York Times Best Selling author, Sawyer Bennett.

A fun-loving southern girl, Juliette knows the allure of sweet tea, small towns, and long summer nights, that some of the best dates end sitting on the front porch swing, and that family is top priority. She brings love in the south to life in her debut series, Sex & Sweet Tea.

When Juliette isn’t delivering the sweetest kind of romance, she’s teaching her southern belle daughter the fine art of fishing, the importance of wearing Chucks, and the endless possibilities of a vivid imagination.

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