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Book Blitz: For the Sake of His Heir by Joanne Rock

Title: For the Sake of His Heir
Series: The McNeill Magnates #6
Author: Joanne Rock
Publisher: Harlequin Desire
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: February 1, 2018

Blurb
When a marriage of convenience is the only answer…things get inconvenient.
Gabe McNeill is done being manipulated. By
everyone from his ex-wife who abandoned him and their baby to the grandfather
forcing him to remarry. Now the only way Gabe can ensure his son’s inheritance
is if Brianne Hanson agrees to be his bride. They’ve always kept things
strictly business and this is no different…until she falls into his bed and all
bets are off!

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Excerpt
The curtain of hazy snow and steam around
them gave the sense that they were all alone in the world, a veil of cold mist
separating them from everything but one another.
Or maybe the wine was going to her head.
She felt a sweet happiness all over to be with Gabe. It was dangerous, perhaps,
to feel that way. But she’d never been with a man like him, someone strong and
noble, kind and warm hearted.
And so very sexy.
Her eyes dipped to the top of his chest
above the water as he drained his glass and set it aside, his triceps flexing
in a way that made her want to take a bite.
“I certainly didn’t expect a wedding gift.”
He shook his head, a wry smile kicking up one side of his mouth. “We’ll have to
make our own rules for this marriage since the regular conventions aren’t going
to apply.”
“Like tonight, for example.” She hadn’t
meant to say it out loud, but there it was, floating on the cold breeze before
she could take it back. Drawing a steadying breath, she explained herself. “I
don’t need to worry about your expectations because—”
“Because there are none.” He cupped her
shoulders with his hands, a warm weight that anchored her in the swirling
water. “I thought we deserved this time together to get to know each other as
more than friends, but I will be glad just to talk to you tonight. To learn how
to make you happy.”
“I know that.” She wanted to close her eyes
and concentrate on how his hands felt on her. To soak up all the sensations of
being with him. “You never made me feel like you brought me here for more than
that, but still…it’s a wedding night. I can’t deny I’ve been thinking about the
possibilities of what that means.”
His thumbs skated a slow circle over the
tops of her shoulders, a subtle touch that set the rest of her on fire.
“I’ve been doing plenty of thinking of my
own,” he admitted. “But that doesn’t mean we have to act on it.”
If he kept touching her, though, the
possibility of her launching across the hot tub to kiss him was very real.
“When I said I wasn’t all that experienced,
I didn’t mean to suggest I’ve never been with a guy. Of course I have.” Though
she had kept her virginity longer than any of her friends, haunted by her
stepmother’s taunts long after they should have lost their power to hurt her.
“I just don’t feel like I ever got high marks. You know?”
“Sex shouldn’t be a graded assignment.” He
said it with one-hundred-percent seriousness.
But she laughed anyway, because it was a
strange conversation for a wedding night. “Right. I get that.” She flipped a
damp piece of hair out of her eyes as she warmed to the discussion. “But when I
decided to lose my virginity, I think I was probably…too determined. I did some
research and felt well-prepared, but in the end—epic fail.” She shook her head,
remembering the expression on her boyfriend’s face afterward. It hadn’t been
blissful pleasure.
More like being shell-shocked, maybe.
“The thought of you researching to the
point of being over prepared is going to animate some very good dreams for me.”
He never stopped touching her. His thumbs trailed down the satin straps of her
bra in the back. Then in the front. Over and over. “It’s my turn to be
intrigued.”
“I think I was studying techniques that
were too advanced for a beginner.” She shrugged, the water around her splashing
with the movement. “But I don’t like looking foolish, and I’d waited so long to
give sex a try that I put a lot of pressure on myself not to make it obvious
that I was a first-timer.”
“What about afterward?” Gabe’s knee grazed
hers under the water and she didn’t skitter away because it felt too good.
“Didn’t things get better once the first time was out of the way?”
“I wasn’t keen to repeat the experiment at
the time.” She retrieved her wineglass and took another small sip. “But now, I
think maybe I’d like to.”

Author Bio
Four-time RITA
nominee Joanne Rock has never met a romance sub-genre she didn’t like. The author
of over eighty books enjoys writing a wide range of stories, most recently
focusing on sexy contemporaries and small town family sagas. An optimist by
nature and perpetual seeker of silver linings, Joanne finds romance fits her
life outlook perfectly–love is worth fighting for. A frequent speaker at
regional and national writing conferences she enjoys giving back to the writing
community that nurtured and inspired her early career. She has a Masters degree
in Literature from the University of Louisville but credits her fiction writing
skills to her intensive study with friend and fellow author Catherine Mann.
When she’s not writing, Joanne enjoys travel, especially to see her favorite
sports teams play with her former sports editor husband and three athletic-minded
sons.

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Teaser Reveal: FATAL CHAOS by Marie Force

Today we are sharing some teasers from FATAL CHAOS, a romantic thriller title

that is part of the Fatal series by Marie Force.

Fatal Chaos will be releasing on February 27th!

Pre-order links can be found below.

 

FATAL CHAOS by Marie Force

The 12th romantic thriller title in the Fatal Series.

“With intrigue, mystery, action, a touch of humor and a hot romance, this story has it all. —4 Stars from RT Book Reviews for Fatal Chaos

Book Blurb:

First the calm. Then the storm…

Escaping DC during the dog days of summer is one of the smartest moves Washington metro police lieutenant Samantha Holland ever made. Beach walks aren’t quite as romantic with the Secret Service in tow, but Sam and her husband, Vice President Nick Cappuano, cherish the chance to recharge and reconnect—especially with a scandal swirling around the administration.

No sooner are they back home than a fatal drive-by shooting sets the city on edge. The teenage victim is barely older than Sam and Nick’s son, Scotty. As more deaths follow, Sam and her team play beat the clock to stop the ruthless killers. With Nick facing his greatest challenge—one that could drastically change all their lives and even end Sam’s career—will the mounting pressure deepen or damage their bond?

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AUTHOR INFORMATION:

Marie Force is the New York Times bestselling author of contemporary romance, including the indie-published Gansett Island Series and the Fatal Series from Harlequin Books. In addition, she is the author of the Butler, Vermont Series, the Green Mountain Series and the erotic romance Quantum Series. In 2019, her new historical Gilded series from Kensington Books will debut with Duchess By Deception.

All together, her books have sold 6.5 million copies worldwide, have been translated into more than a dozen languages and have appeared on the New York Times bestseller list many times. She is also a USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestseller, a Speigel bestseller in Germany, a frequent speaker and publishing workshop presenter as well as a publisher through her Jack’s House Publishing romance imprint. She is a two-time nominee for the Romance Writers of America’s RITA® award for romance fiction.

Her goals in life are simple—to finish raising two happy, healthy, productive young adults, to keep writing books for as long as she possibly can and to never be on a flight that makes the news.

Join Marie’s mailing list for news about new books and upcoming appearances in your area. Follow her on Facebook, Twitter @marieforce and on Instagram. Join one of Marie’s many reader groups. Contact Marie at marie@marieforce.com.

 

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Cover Reveal: Gods & Monsters by Saffron A. Kent

 

 

Title: Gods & Monsters
Author: Saffron A. Kent
Genre: Contemporary/New Adult Romance
Cover Design: Najla Qamber
Photo: Wander Aguiar
Release Date: February 22, 2018


Blurb
He was
an artist. She was his muse.
To everyone in town, Abel Adams was the devil’s spawn, a boy who never should
have been born. A monster.

To twelve year-old Evie Hart, he was just a boy with golden hair, soft t-shirts
and a camera. A boy who loved taking her picture and sneaking her chocolates
before dinner. A boy who made her feel special.

Despite her family’s warnings, she loved him in secret for six years. They met
in empty classrooms and kissed in darkened church closets. Until they couldn’t.

Until the time came to choose between love and family, and Evie chose Abel.

Because their love was worth the risk. Their love was the stuff of legend.

But the thing about legends is that they are cautionary tales. They are made of
choices and mistakes. And for Abel and Evie, the artist and the muse, those
mistakes come in the form of lights, camera, sex.

NOTE: This is NOT a paranormal or a priest romance.

 

 

 
Excerpt
Abel drops
his head on my shoulder with a sigh and places soft but wet kisses on my
collarbone.
“The minute
you turn eighteen, I’m picking you up, throwing you over my shoulder and
driving you down to the nearest courthouse so you can say I do,” he rumbles, still kissing me, tattooing those words on my
skin.
My hands
bury themselves in his hair as my back arches toward him, craving the rough
terrain of his chest against my soft, rounded breasts, shooting sparks all
over.
“You
haven’t even asked me n-nicely, yet,” I whimper, baring my throat to his
exploring mouth. He hasn’t. It’s been over a year since he brought it up at the
treehouse and I told him no. Since then, he likes to joke about it but he’s yet
to ask me formally.
“I don’t
have to. I already know the answer.”
“A little
too cocky, aren’t you?”
“Oh yeah,
that’s definitely what I am.” He chuckles, sucking in the skin of my neck,
making me shiver and blush. Oops. Double entendre.
The way
he’s tugging on my skin is translating into a melty tugging down below. “Abel,
no. That’s gonna leave a mark.”
He growls
and looks up. The brown of his eyes is completely gone, a drop of honey drowned
by a black lake of desire. “One day I’m gonna kiss you in the front of the
whole world and if they don’t like it then fuck them.”
I read the
frustration in his tone, the suppressed anger, and it hurts my heart. No one
should be made to hide their love. No one. It’s too pure, too beautiful to ever
keep hidden. I caress his pulsing jaw. “Okay. Kiss me at our wedding, then. In
front of the whole world.”
A slow
smile spreads over his lips and I want to fill my mouth with it. “So, you
saying yes?”
I shake my
head at him and give him a smirk. “Maybe.”
He plants a
hard kiss on my mouth. “Kidnapping you it is, then.”
“Oh my God,
you’re crazy.” I laugh.
But he
swallows it up with his mouth. He’s kissing me, really kissing me. Like, he’s lost all patience with me and he
can’t be a good guy anymore. He needs to be bad. He needs to suck both my lips
into his mouth and drink my flavor straight from the tap. He needs to bite into
my flesh to get to it, dig his way inside the pores and fuse us together.
Author Bio
Writer
of bad romances. Aspiring Lana Del Rey of the Book World. 
Saffron is a big believer in love (obviously). She believes in happily ever
after, the butterflies and the tingling. But she also believes in edgy, rough
and gutsy kind of love. She believes in pushing the boundaries, darker
(sometimes morally ambiguous) emotions and imperfections.

The kind of love she writes about is flawed just like her characters. And she
hopes by the end of it, you’ll come to root for them just as much as she does.
Because love, no matter where it comes from, is always pure and beautiful.

She is represented by Meire Dias of Bookcase Agency

 

 

 

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Release Blitz: The Baby Maker by Lili Valente

Title: The Baby Maker
Author: Lili Valente
Genre: Sexy Romantic Comedy/Contemporary Romance
Release Date: February 5, 2018

Blurb
Some men are troublemakers or dealmakers. The men in my family? We’re baby makers.

For six generations, the women of wine country have had a saying: don’t bang a Hunter man unless you want a bun in your oven.

Yeah, well. I’ve got a saying too: no thanks. The last thing I need is baby makes three. My business is expanding and the only thing I’m interested in getting knocked up is my bottom line.

But then one night Emma Haverford makes me an offer I can’t refuse—she backs away from the land I have my eye on in exchange for a favor…

A big, fat, baby making favor…

******

When I hear women have gotten pregnant shaking hands with Hunter men, I know I need Dylan Hunter’s…ahem, special skills…way more than I need to expand my vineyard.

I’m ready to give my heart to a child and I’m tired of waiting for my late-to-the-party Prince Charming to make my dreams come true. So I promise Dylan—three months of hot, heavy, baby-making s-e-x and then I’m out of his hair forever.

But what if when it comes time to say good-bye, all I want to do is keep bottling up more memories with this big-hearted man?

This sexy Standalone romance will make you laugh, swoon, and blush baby-makin’ red. Heat level: A risk of getting knocked up during download. Paperback and audio versions are especially dangerous. Handle with care…

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Narrated by Andi Arndt & Sebastian York

Author Bio

Lili Valente has slept under the stars in Greece, eaten dinner at midnight with French men who couldn’t be trusted to keep their mouths on their food, and walked alone through Munich’s red light district after dark and lived to tell the tale.


These days you can find her writing in a tent beside the sea, drinking coconut water and thinking delightfully dirty thoughts.
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Release Blitz: The Devil’s Match by Amo Jones

Title: The Devil’s Match
Author: Amo Jones
Genre: Dark Romance
Release Date: February 5, 2018

Blurb

Psychopath
/ˈsʌɪkəpaθ/
noun

A person suffering from chronic mental disorder with abnormal or violent social
behaviour.

synonyms: madman/madwoman, mad person, deranged person, maniac, lunatic,
psychotic, sociopath

– informal

an unstable and aggressive person.

– informal/2

F R O S T

Ella

Since I was a little girl, I have been surrounded by hate, death, murder, and
slavery. I’ve been guarded my whole life by my brother—Raze, the kingpin of the
underworld and the most feared individual in the United States of America. And
then further more guarded when I found out the president of The Devil’s Own MC
was my long lost half-brother. Being tossed around from one extreme protection
to another has left a part of me yearning to break out of it’s cage. The part
that I’ve tried to sugar coat and hide, because if she’s unleashed, everyone
would see just how much like my brothers I am.

Panting, wanting, needing to unleash the side of me I’ve always known was
there.

My secret is mine and my brothers.

Only they know what I hide and why I hide it. How I fight for love because if I
don’t, my rage would win and I’d be a mere shadow of the girl people have grown
to know.

But I broke.

And the man who held the hammer that shattered the walls I spent years building
to cage in my rage—was a psychopath.

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Author Bio

Amo is a full-time writer from New Zealand who loves long
romantic walks to the wine cellar.

She loves to write like how she lives, hanging on the edge of insanity with a
wine glass in one hand and her morals-or lack thereof- in the other.

Those are not my monkeys, I swear….
Oh those hellhounds? Yeah, those are mine.

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Release Blitz: Peep Show by Isabella Starling

Title: Peep Show
Author: Isabella Starling
Genre: Romantic Suspense/Dark Romance
Release Date: January 25, 2018
Blurb
She’s stripping.
I’m watching.
She’s playing.
I’m watching.
She’s mine, I’m coming…

Bebe Hall is a heartbreaker. She’s the it girl of the moment, a partygirl
nobody can stop in her path of self destruction. Bebe Hall isn’t the star of
her own story.
She’s the star of mine.
My name is Miles O’Reilly. I’m a photographer. An agoraphobic. A millionaire. A
womanizer. I’m confined to my apartment. I don’t leave. Ever.
But when she sees me with my latest online conquest in the window of my
apartment, my attention shifts to Bebe.
And once I see something I want, I don’t give up until it’s mine.
Forever.

Peep Show is a 90,000 word novel with themes of voyeurism and dark scenes
that may be upsetting to readers. If you are brave enough, come meet Miles.
He’s been waiting for you.


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$2.99 for a limited time
AMAZON US / UK / CA / AU

Free in Kindle Unlimited

Excerpt

Chapter One

I stumbled into my bedroom, giggling to myself and shaking
on too-high heels and too much vodka.
A glance in the huge mirror on my wall reminded me of what I mess I was when I
had too much to drink. My silver sequined dress was riding up, revealing a hint
of my ass under the shiny fabric. My hair was wild, the dark brown locks a halo
around my head, and my brown eyes glowed with excitement. At least my makeup
was still in place, the perfect smoky cat-eye enhancing my looks, making me
appear demure yet sexy. I’d perfected the art of it, making sure I always had
someone eager to buy me a drink.
I sank down on my bed and pulled off the murderous black heels that had been
torturing me all night. But it was okay – I’d learned to handle the pain, and
when I was dancing, it never mattered anyway.
I lay back and I stared at my ceiling, letting myself think about what my life
had become, but only for a short minute.
The key was never to focus on it for too long. I had to forget, and drinking,
dancing and partying, was the only way I could do it. If I stopped twirling,
stopped tipping back glass after glass, I risked stopping long enough to think
about what I was doing. And that was the last thing I wanted to do.
I needed to forget about Posy. She was long gone, and there was no bringing her
back.
I pushed myself off the bed shakily, and walked over to my window to let some
fresh air in. There was nothing quite like a nice fall breeze to clear my head,
and God, I needed some fucking clarity.
I opened the blinds and looked outside, the street below me illuminated with
streetlights. It was gone four a.m., and most of the lights in the apartment
building next door were off. I lived in a nice neighborhood of townhouses,
about three apartments per floor and three floors total. It was a nice place to
live, and, of course, I wouldn’t have been able to afford it if it hadn’t been
for my parents’ stack of cash in my bank account.
Being a trust-fund baby definitely had its benefits.
My eyes traveled upwards and focused on the only illuminated apartment across
the street from me. I could see right into their home, but the minimalistic
apartment seemed to be empty, even though it was lit up.
I wobbled on my feet and opened the window wide, enjoying the breeze on my
face, slowly bringing me to my senses once again.
A thumping noise interrupted my reverie, and I looked up again, right into the
apartment opposite mine. Except now, it wasn’t empty anymore.
Now, there was a dark, impossibly tall figure pressing a naked woman against
the window, fucking her savagely, mashing her tits against the window, her
mouth opened in an endless gasp as he took her from behind.
My mouth gaped in surprise, and I moved a little to the side, hiding in the
darkness and watching the show they were putting on with a smirk on my face.
The woman had small but perky tits. Her skin was dark, almost ebony, a sharp
contrast to the pale man standing behind her, towering over her. She was tiny
and curvy, and he was fucking enormous.
He was all toned muscle and dark, slicked back hair. His strong, muscular arm
was wrapped around her neck in a chokehold, strangling the screams right out of
her. And his skin was covered in dark, menacing ink, the black color stark
against his light skin.
I wanted more.
I wanted to keep watching.
I shifted on my feet to get a better view of what was going on before me.
He fucked her like an animal. I could see his hips working, pushing, thrusting
inside her from behind, claiming her petite body and making her mouth open in a
silent scream. He fucked like a beast, and he looked like a monster. I fell in
love with him right then and there.
My fingers shook as I reached for my purse, scrambling to find it on the bed
and trying not to look away from the scene in front of me at the same time. I
wanted to watch. I wanted to see his face when he filled her up. I wanted to
see if he’d pull her hair back like I imagined he would.
I managed to get my phone out of my handbag, bringing it in front of my face
and quickly snapping a picture of them. It was blurry as fuck, but it would
have to do. Suddenly, I felt awake and sober, staring into the cold night
outside and wishing I could swap places with the wild-haired beauty. I wanted
him inside me.
A burst of inexplicable jealousy bubbled lazily in the pit of my stomach, but I
did my best to ignore it. Instead, I kept snapping pictures of them. Of him.
Wishing I could see him better, I moved from behind the curtain a little bit
closer to the window. My breath made foggy circles on the glass and my hands
shook as I dropped my phone and reached under the hem of my dress.
The silver sequins felt cold and exciting on my fingertips, and I touched them
gently before spreading my own trembling legs apart, slowly outlining the wet,
dripping shape of my pussy lips between my thighs.
I was so wet.
In fact, I was fucking leaking all over my panties, the image across the street
making my pussy drool so much I flushed in embarrassment.
But I couldn’t help myself. Couldn’t resist slipping my fingers under the
sodden satin fabric of my panties, outlining my perfectly waxed pussy as I
shivered under my own touch. It felt so strange, voyeuristic, to be watching
them do this only on the other side of the street. And it was horny as hell.
My fingers worked their magic between my legs, slowly teasing my cunt open and
finding my clit. I’d let someone kiss me at the club that night, but I didn’t
bring anyone back with me, which was strange for me. I liked having someone to
go home with. It made me feel wanted.
I remembered his hot, needy lips. He was a nice guy, not one I’d usually go
for, which was probably the reason I hadn’t brought him back home with me. He
had a buzzcut, and his face was clean-shaven too, and I loved the prickly
feeling of his features under my fingertips, and the push of his bulge against
my tummy. But I didn’t let myself have it. I really didn’t do nice guys,
because I wasn’t a very nice girl.
Lips parting in a gasp, I braced myself against the windowsill as my fingers
stroked me towards an orgasm. His hand was squeezing her throat so tightly she
looked like she was out of breath, her chest heaving and her mouth open so
wide.
She was crying.
He was fucking her so hard, so savagely, with so little mercy, that the poor
girl was crying her eyes out, all the while coming all over his dick.
Fuck!
I gasped, my fingers working in fast, messy circles to get myself off. I came
with a desperate cry, my pussy making a mess all over my fingers. I’d always
been such an easy comer, ever since I learned how to get off by myself.
My eyes felt strained as I looked back up, and then opened as wide as they
possibly could as I stared at them. He was still choking the girl, her eyes
closed and her breathing ragged, but his own gaze was firmly fixed on me.
I panicked. Surely he couldn’t see me – my room was barely illuminated. But I
saw them both so fucking well.
He grinned at me. Two rows of perfectly straight, impossibly white teeth
glaring in the darkness of the night. He ran his free hand through his dark,
slicked back hair, and carelessly scratched at the stubble growing on his chin.
Then, he reached in front and pinched the girl’s nipple so hard she threw her
head back in a scream I couldn’t hear.
He kept staring, and I couldn’t look away and my heart leapt when he knocked on
the window. Two sharp raps, whispering something in his girl’s ear, making her
eyes fly open in panic, glance across the street, and she saw me.
I stared at her. I stared at them both, unable to move, my pussy juices
dribbling down my thighs.
He raised a hand and waved at me, an easy smirk playing on his lips. The devil
waved and nudged the girl he was fucking, motioning for her to do the same
thing. When she shook her head, his hand wrapped tighter around her throat.
And she looked at me sheepishly, and waved, just like he had.
I’d never wanted to be someone else until that moment, when I wished with
absolute desperation that I was the beautiful petite girl next door getting her
pussy slammed by a stranger.
He thrust inside her one last time and my own fingers repeated his motion. His
eyes remained locked on me as he came, the girl crumpling in his arms, only him
holding her up as he spurted inside her. My fingers fell away from my body, my
poor cunt spasming by itself, leaking down my thighs, ruining the sequins of my
dress and covering them in my own pussy juice.
My legs shook and my cunt spasmed as I came again.
I watched him let go of the girl, gently laying her down on the floor. I could
only see her naked back against the glass, her shoulders hunched as she cried
her release out, her whole body shaking with pent-up orgasms.
And then he stepped up to the window, in all his glory. He must’ve been over 6
feet 5. He was fucking enormous, so tall she looked like a child at his feet.
And he was completely naked, save for the condom on his dick.
His fucking cock matched his height, making my mouth water at the sight of it.
He was ripped, muscles everywhere, looking not just like he worked out
regularly but like he made it his mission to keep his body in perfect shape.
His cock was still hard as he took the condom off, discarded it on the floor
and stroked slowly.
He grinned at me, and stroked his cock lazily with one hand as he wrote on the
steamed-up window with the other.
My eyes danced across the words and I stepped forward, letting the light of the
streetlights outside illuminate me. I knew he saw me now, because he jerked his
dick faster, and it made me fucking ecstatic. He liked what he saw. And how
couldn’t he? I was always sure to be groomed to 5 feet and 10 inches of
polished, manicured and slutty perfection.
I followed his fingers writing in the window and lifted my dress up, showing
him my ruined panties.
His eyebrows shot up and he smirked at me, licking his fingers and palming his
shaft with fast, needy motions.
I stared at his words in the window, written clumsily, some of them fucked up
because he’d tried to write their mirror reflection so I could read it.
My pussy tingled at his crudeness.
My heart thumped in anticipation.
And my mind reeled with the possibilities.
I DARE YOU TO GO NEXT.

Author Bio
Dark, dirty and
taboo is what Isabella Starling is known for. 
An Amazon top 25
bestselling Author, Isabella has 10 books under her belt in under a year. She
is a self-proclaimed Tumblr gif addict and always looking for her next
forbidden story. 
If you pick up a
Starling book, you can count on a bad-mouthed, bossy man who will dominate his
woman with a rough hand. 
Add just a sprinkle
of taboo, a touch of BDSM and a pinch of suspense, and you’re all set for a
story you won’t forget.
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New Release: Princess Witch by Billie Dale

Princess Witch

by Billie Dale

The Reigh Witch Chronicles Book 2

Genre: PNR romcom

Blurb

The battle was won, Mom got her man. Where did that leave me? Stuck with an

overbearing step dad wanna be in a realm I hate.

What I want: Normalcy; to go to college and leave Erigate in my rearview mirror.

What I get: Acting Queen duties and a giant mess.

Mom’s pregnant and, with some unforeseen complications, she hands the reigns

of her land over to me. It’s got to be easy, right? Do what my mother needs to be

done for the sake of the kingdom, wait for her to deliver the baby, and then I’m

off to college.

Wrong, so very wrong. A murdered body left by a cold-blooded killer is found,

throwing an uber wrench in my plans.

Now, I have extra security in the form of a hot, brooding shifter named Phoenix

Winston, plus a super sexy half-alien/half-human hybrid – the one and only

Declan Moore.

My powers are amped, two men are making me question everything and I have

a killer to catch. That’s just the tip of the iceberg.

I’ll either figure out what I’m doing or accidentally burn it all to the ground. Either

way, my life just became interesting.

 

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Author Bio

Billie Dale lives in no-where middle earth. Lost in a small village in the Midwest

with four kids, three animals and an amazing, word inspiring book boyfriend

worthy husband.

A blogger by nature and a writer because she got tired of arguing with the voices

in her head. She loves and lives the words on the page, whether writing them or

reading them her life is consumed by the worlds her head creates.

Her greatest wish is that readers will fall in love with her words as much as she

loves writing them and as much as she loves reading others. She loves to

create new worlds to explore and loves to write words that will take root in you

soul.

Paranormal, New Adult, Romantic Comedy, Contemporary — there is not one

box she fits in. She’s a rebel in the author world who writes what her head tells

her even it jumps from genre to genre.

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