Never trust a man who wears nothing more than a cowboy hat and ripped jeans who asks if you’d like to save a horse and ride a . . . well, you get the picture.
That should’ve been enough for me to walk away.
I’ve been warned on several occasions about southern men—with their sexy accents, charming manners, and the ability to easily get any woman in bed—which is something I’ll be avoiding.
Being a professional photographer has many perks—traveling around the world, calling all the shots, and working with subject matter that isn’t bad to look at—but Colton Langston with his washboard abs and baby blue eyes, could care less about my current project. He’s trouble, I know it, and he’s determined to make me work for every single photo. When I’m forced into riding lessons, I get way more than I ever bargained for, and by the time my trip is over, I’m in too deep.
Being with him was thrilling, but falling for him was unpredictable.
And ignoring him will be impossible.
Brooke Cumberland & Lyra Parish are a duo of romance authors who teamed up to write under the USA Today Bestselling pseudonym, Kennedy Fox. They share a love of You’ve Got Mail and The Holiday. When they aren’t bonding over romantic comedies, they like to brainstorm new book ideas. One day, they decided to collaborate and have some fun creating new characters that’ll make your lady bits tingle and your heart melt. If you enjoy romance stories with sexy, tattooed alpha males and smart, independent women, then a Kennedy Fox book is for you!
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An entertainment journalist was the last thing I thought I would be doing.
I thought once I got my degree, I would be reporting on stories that made a difference, but now all I do is report on who broke up with who and who is dating who.
I was over it.
Then I got my next assignment.
He’s Hollywood’s bad boy.
He works hard, and he plays even harder.
He’s rude, he’s condescending, and he’s made it known he doesn’t want me on the tour.
With one month on the road with him, two things might happen
One, I may never work in this industry again.
Two, I may just be like everyone else and fall for Hollywood’s Playboy.
We are thrilled to be sharing the release of SUDDENLY MINE by New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Samantha Chase with you today! It’s the perfect beach reach to keep you warm this winter – be sure to grab your copy of SUDDENLY MINE today!
About SUDDENLY MINE
Love is a sanctuary
Christian Montgomery is burnt out—the family business might be his entire world, but his father’s judgment means Christian never stops working. His only respite is gazing at the beach and the carefree surfers riding the waves…especially the curvy redhead who’s caught his attention.
Sophia Bennington has just fled from her small Kansas town to California, where she’s trying her best to embrace her new beginning. Soon Christian and Sophia find one another, and it feels like sanctuary. But when their difficult pasts catch up to them, will they run away from each other?
Samantha Chase is a New York Times and USA Today bestseller of contemporary romance. She released her debut novel in 2011 and currently has more than forty titles under her belt! When she’s not working on a new story, she spends her time reading romances, playing way too many games of Scrabble or Solitaire on Facebook, wearing a tiara while playing with her sassy pug Maylene…oh, and spending time with her husband of 25 years and their two sons in North Carolina.
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The third book in Erin McCarthy’s sexy romcom series, Tap That, is out now – get your hands on STRIP TEASE today!
About STRIP TEASE (Tap That #3)
A sexy CEO.
A single mom.
And a secret baby who is now eight years old…
A tipsy night in college resulted in Grace’s greatest joy–her daughter.
But now she sees the guy who gave her a fake name and number that night is stripping for a charity event without a care in the world.
When the feisty brunette confronts Brandon, finding out he has a daughter rocks his playboy world.
Grace wants answers.
Brandon wants Grace.
And Fallon wants a dad.
Is the ultimate party guy ready to strip it all bare…including his heart?
“So what do we do to make it less weird?” Grace walked like her daughter, hands in her pockets. Only with Grace, it was sensual. She moved with inherent femininity and a sort of sly shyness.
She was beautiful, but it was more than that. Grace was an amazing combination of strength and vulnerability, bold and shy.
Have sex again, was his first instant response to her question. But he knew that would only complicate the shit out of things. At the same time, though, it would make them more comfortable around each other.
It would be better than this hands-off politeness.
It was very tempting.
It took everything he had not to say something flirtatious. He damn near bit his own tongue off restraining himself. “You tell me. You’re the brains of this operation. I’m the beauty.”
“Just grab your rod,” she said, looking equal parts annoyed and bemused.
Brandon raised his eyebrows, waiting for her to realize what she had said.
“Oh, my God, stop it!” She laughed though and it was a big, beautiful, genuine laugh. “What, are you twelve?”
“Definitely not twelve. Or even twenty-one. I know what I’m doing now.”
Her cheeks turned pink. “I think you did okay at twenty-one. I didn’t have any complaints until morning.”
Brandon felt two things simultaneously-deep, male satisfaction and sincere regret.
What could have become of him and Grace if he hadn’t been a fucking idiot?
And what could they be now? Polite strangers? Friends? Or something more?
But before he could express that thought Grace jogged after Fallon, her hair bouncing down her back. She caught up with her daughter. Their daughter. She slipped her hand into Fallon’s and Brandon realized with the utter certainty of the Titanic that his life as a playboy was sinking.
Everything was different now. Everything.
The first two books in Erin McCarthy’s Tap That series are also available – find out more about STRIPPED DOWN and STRIP SEARCH below!
About STRIPPED DOWN (Tap That #1)
His best friend’s hot older sister.
Her younger brother’s annoying sidekick.
And one forbidden kiss in a bathroom in high school…
Sloane O’Sullivan is returning home to Minnesota, dreading turning thirty. Once the Mean Girl, she’s a lot more humble these days. And shocked to see how Little Dickie is all grown up and hot as hell, stripping at a charity event like he was born with biceps.
Working out has shed Rick Ryder of his despised childhood nickname. Now he leads a simple life. Work on cars, take care of his kid sister, have casual hookups. But when Sloane comes back to town single, he wants to finish what they started in that bathroom twelve years earlier.
It was complicated back then. It’s even more so now.
Because Sloane wrecks his bike.
And he’s her landlord.
And her brother will murder him if he has sex with her.
But sometimes you have to strip it all down to see what was there all along… even if it’s a secret.
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USA Today and New York Times Bestselling author Erin McCarthy first published in 2002 and has since written over sixty novels and novellas in teen fiction, new adult romance, paranormal, and contemporary romance. Erin is a RITA finalist and an ALA Reluctant Young Reader award recipient, and is both traditionally and indie published.
When she’s not writing she can be found sipping martinis in high heels or eating ice cream in fleece pajamas depending on the day, and herding her animals, kids, and amazing renovation-addicted husband.
There is no way we can still love and cherish one and other.
When I married Theo Walsh, the rough, bearded townie who worked construction on my family’s summer house, I’d found my happily ever after.
That was before the fighting.
Before the jealousy.
Before the infertility.
We’ll be divorced long before death does us part.
But to secure my place in the family dynasty, there is just one more hoop I have to jump through. And I need him to do it.
Faking the marriage we once thrived in will gut me.
Especially with the secret I’m carrying.
I would have sacrificed for her until the end of time.
I’d given it all up to marry her. That’s how much I loved Imogen Weston, the daughter to one of the world’s richest families.
From the day we met, I’d done nothing but try to live up to the man she expected to be with. And now, I was done.
Sure, I’d complete this one final ask of hers, even if it destroyed me.
But I’ve made her promise the one thing that might save me. She swore that after she got everything she ever wanted, she wouldn’t look back.
I made my wife vow to leave me forever.
Author of romance novels such as Red Card and Privileged, Carrie Aarons writes books that are just as swoon-worthy as they are sarcastic. A former journalist, she prefers the stories she dreams up, and the yoga pant dress code, much better.
When she isn’t writing, Carrie is busy binging reality TV, having a love/hate relationship with cardio, and trying not to burn dinner. She lives in the suburbs of New Jersey with her husband, daughter and dog.
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Today we are celebrating the release of DARING THE DETECTIVE by Riley Cole. This is a historical romance series from Jack’s House Publishing and Daring the Detective is the third book in The Restitution League series. Check out the purchase links for the book below, and previous books in the series, below.
—Meet the Restitution League—
They’re thieves. They’re rogues. They’re well-armed for adventure.
The crew of the Restitution League fights injustice while wrestling with love and desire and the occasional throwing knife.
He’s everything she disdains. She’s nothing he admires.But love has its own delightful logic.
Whether bartering with Barbary pirates or angry Gypsy kings, Zadie Whitlock lives by her wits… and the business end of her parasol.
Detective Caleb Burke lives to right wrongs. He can’t abide Zadie’s daring, impulsive ways, especially after she leaves him bound to a library shelf with his own handcuffs.
Still, he can’t ignore the passion the damned woman ignites.
Nor can Zadie dismiss his smoldering allure. Which is troublesome in the extreme, because Caleb Burke isn’t the man for her. He’s too honorable, too loyal, and far too likely to follow the rules.
Dazzled by her indomitable spirit, Caleb makes a fateful choice that sets the two of them on a hunt for lost Viking treasure. Failure will see his career in ashes, and Zadie on trial for her life.
Pursued by deadly forces, they’ve got the power of the Restitution League on their side… and their own stubborn hearts in the way.
beyond all reason, Caleb stalked into the study Zadie’s aunt used as an office,
eager to find whatever clues he could. He needed to solve Dr. Whitlock’s
disappearance and get far away from their newest client. Quickly. His
sanity demanded it.
hansom ride to her house had been excruciating. She took up too much space, too
much air, too much of his psychical energy. He couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t
was a charlatan, an opportunist, and a stunningly attractive woman who wouldn’t
hesitate to wield all the skills at her disposal to flummox any man foolish
enough to enter her orbit. He knew the sort. She’d take on any job, with no
regard for legalities, or her own safety, as long as the fee was high enough.
then she’d kissed him. Caleb scratched his cheek. It hadn’t even been a real
kiss. But it did make him want another, a deep, breathtaking kiss
that would leave both of them gasping for air.
jerked his head back, startled by the direction his thoughts were taking. He
didn’t even like her. And yet that one feather-light kiss had sent him ass over
with his own imaginings, he focused his attention on the room, straining to
make sense of the scene. She’d described it accurately. Papers were flung about
as if someone had made a hasty search. Before touching a thing, he stood in the
center of the space and breathed. He couldn’t have articulated what he was
after. It was too ephemeral to name. He only knew he did it at the scene of
every crime. He wanted to see it as the criminal, and the victim, might have
here, he sensed urgency. There was no blood, no torn draperies or overturned
furniture. No indication of a struggle. Either Zadie’s aunt had been threatened
with a weapon, or she’d fled of her own accord.
waiting in the doorway, allowing him space, Zadie joined him in the study,
moving close enough that her fragrance radiated over the few inches separating
them. Sweet, with a bite of spice, it called to mind exotic locales shimmering
clenched his jaw, willing away the distraction, and forced himself to focus on
the room itself, soaking in the details, letting his mind imagine the scene.
Like the other rooms in the house, it was tastefully furnished. There was the
desk, of course, and the chair opposite, where he imagined her aunt’s
occasional patients sat. A skeleton stood in the corner, suspended from a black
wire stand. The skull regarded him with detached interest.
pointed at it. “That’s where I found the necklace.”
stepped around the desk, careful not to tread on the papers littering the
floor. She was right to dismiss robbery as a motive. Too many items of value
remained in plain sight. Shelves of finely bound volumes lined the wall behind
the desk, and a silver ink set and letter opener sat, untouched on an
expensive-looking leather blotter.
scooped a blank paper from the floor and held it out to him. “Here’s something.”
held it up to the light from the window next to the desk. A dark footprint
covered most of the surface.
picked up another sheet. “Here’s another.”
compared the two prints. “Same boot.” So they were after a single intruder. The
lugs were thick, the heel worn almost away. “Work boots. Large ones.” He
examined the rest of the papers but saw no other prints. “Do you have any male
“No.” She thought for a moment. “I can’t
think of the last time a man was in the house, actually.”
rolled the pages into a tube and stuck them in the inside pocket of his jacket.
“Probably our intruder, then.”
“Oh no.” Zadie brushed past him to pick
up an ancient book, its pages yellowed with age. “Her treasure map. She kept it
in this volume.” She thumbed through the pages, then held the book by its spine
and shook it. Eyes wide, she looked up at him. “She must have taken it with
squinted at the bookcase behind the desk. Old books, new books, thick tomes,
and sheaves of journals crowded the shelves. Clearly, only the one volume had
been removed. Whoever had grabbed the book knew what they were after.
was right. Her aunt had probably removed it herself.
had she been coerced? He refrained from voicing that dark thought, though the
prickle between his shoulder blades didn’t bode well. If someone believed the
treasure existed, a map could be worth killing over. “You’re certain no one
else knew about it? Not the housekeeper or one of the maids?”
he’d completed the question, Zadie was shaking her head. “I’m the only person
she confided in. She worried that it would put people in danger.” A pained look
crossed her face. “I used to laugh at that.”
pencil poised to roll off the edge of the desk caught his attention. He
snatched it up and tapped out a rhythm on the blotter while he let his imagination
sift through the evidence at hand. Best to start with what they did know…or
could reasonably surmise. Whatever his motives, the intruder had rushed up the
steps, kicked in the door, and barreled in. A glance would have told him the
front parlor was empty. Less than a second, and he’d have been in her study.
enough time for her aunt to remove her necklace, grab a map, and get out.
had some warning. But how?
answer smacked him between the eyes. Zadie’s aunt had seen the intruder walking
by on the street below.
inched forward, gaze on the quiet view outside. “It was someone she recognized,
didn’t fit,” Zadie chimed in.
He paced the office, clasping his hands behind his back. “It’s the only way she
would have had time to get her map and leave you the necklace.”
seemed to be thinking through the scenario as well. “That makes sense.”
it’s not the only explanation that fits the facts,” he cautioned.
know.” She twisted her fingers together. “And it doesn’t explain the intruder’s motives.”
it doesn’t.” He gave her a small smile, trying to ease her guilt. And then he
thought of a marvelous distraction. “Are you up for an experiment?”
do you want me to do?”
assume your aunt was at her desk.” He pointed at the desk chair and pulled the
drapes wide. “When you see me walk toward the house, pretend to grab the map,
then put the necklace where you found it. I want to see if you can evade me.”
makes you think I want to try?”
heat in those few words was enough to make him hard. Painfully, achingly hard.
Despite their dissimilarities, their opposing temperaments and the way she was
able to anger him with the smallest shrug, he smiled. Grinned, actually. “You
should try, Miss Whitlock. Because when I do catch you, you’ll find yourself in
more trouble than you can handle.”
laughed. There was no getting the better of her. Not with words, anyway.
was still laughing as he hurried down the hall and out the door, shutting it
behind him. Then he strolled off down the street. Not the way they’d come. He
thought he’d try the opposite direction first. Her aunt would have seen them
coming sooner from their original direction. He wanted to try this under the
worst possible conditions.
corner would do. He turned on his heel and walked back toward the house,
careful to temper his stride. A seasoned criminal wouldn’t move too quickly…or
too slowly. He strove to mimic the pace of a man with an agenda, but a man
loath to attract attention.
walked up the front steps at a sedate pace, then kicked softly at the broken
door. Even though he barely brushed it, the door swung open hard enough to bang
against the wall. He rushed in, taking only the briefest instant to scan the
front parlor and the hallway toward the kitchen. It only took three steps to
reach the study.
already had one leg hooked over the windowsill. She smiled at him, relief
obvious in the set of her shoulders. “She could have made it.”
He crossed to her and held out a hand to help her back in. “It’s clear she
harsh male voice called out from the pavement. “Hold it! Hold it right there.”
uniformed officers were rushing toward the house, followed by a dark-suited
detective. Avery Pitcairn. The nastiest detective on the South London force.
“Miss Zadie Whitlock?” Pitcairn
called out, loud enough to be heard over the cascade of footfalls behind him. “You’re
wanted for questioning in the disappearance of Dr. Margaret Whitlock. It’s best
for all concerned if you come along quietly.”
blazing hell. He had to stop them. It made no sense, but the feeling was
so strong, he couldn’t help himself. He had to prevent them from arresting her.
yanked her back inside. “Do as I say. Exactly as I say. Trust me,” he
face pale, Zadie nodded.
couldn’t turn her over. She hadn’t harmed her aunt. He didn’t know how he knew
it, but he did. It was simply the way his detective brain worked. Bits and
pieces of evidence coalesced into a larger picture. And the picture he had so
far convinced him Zadie was innocent. Besides, if he was wrong, he could cart
her off to Newgate himself. And he hated Pitcairn. A cruel little weasel of a
man, Pitcairn took an outsized pleasure in the misfortune of others.
couldn’t allow it. Which wouldn’t protect him from the consequences of what he
was about to do.
shoved his misgivings aside and greeted the ginger-haired officer. “You’re too
late. I already have Miss Whitlock in custody.”
shorter detective jerked to a stop halfway into the room, the whiskers of his
large mustache quivering. “What?” He squinted at him. “Burke? Thought you
worked out of the Yard. What the hell are you doing out here?”
am at the Yard. Miss Whitlock is a person of interest in a very sensitive case.
I’m to take her there immediately.”
man huffed. “More important than a possible murder? Her aunt is missing.”
aware of that.” Caleb pulled his handcuffs from his trouser pocket. “My case
takes precedence. Trust me. There are people above me you don’t want to upset,
if you know what I mean.”
Pitcairn’s cheeks reddened. “No, I don’t know.”
from the highest level.” Caleb tried to sound apologetic as he slid his hand
down to Zadie’s wrist and snapped on the cuff.
gasp filled the room.
other detective gave her a searing glare. “Did you know Dr. Whitlock’s
solicitor dug up her will? Left everything to this baggage here. She’s the
woman’s only living relative.”
Zadie gasped, earning her another angry look from Pitcairn.
expression was still flat and cold when he turned his attention back to Caleb. “Didn’t
mention that, did she?”
laughed, but the sound held no mirth. “We had a bit of luck with that piece.
The housekeeper knows the solicitor. Her sister’s his cook.”
crossed to the window and squinted out at the street. “Where’s your carriage?”
driver’ll be right back,” Caleb lied. “Had
to drop Morgan and Fitz at the Limehouse docks. We weren’t expecting Miss
Whitlock to be here.”
had he expected her to have such a strong motive to make her aunt disappear.
Though the house was modest, it spoke of comfort…and more wealth than many
enjoyed. His impassive, police officer’s expression firmly in place, he studied
her, checking for any of the telltale signs of a liar. But all he saw was
chewed the ends of his mustache while he ruminated. “Can I have her when you’re
done?” he asked finally.
don’t see why not. As soon as the toffs running my investigation allow it.” Caleb
snapped the handcuffs around her other wrist.
jerked his chin at Zadie. “Good. There’ll be plenty of time for us to chat once
you’re locked up. Come on now, lads. Nothing else we can do here.”
waited until the lot of them had funneled out the door and back into their
wagon before he allowed himself to consider what he’d just done.
his career, most likely.
turned her back toward him and wiggled her fingers, jangling the chains. “About
these? You promised.”
with the weight of his actions, it took a moment for Caleb to process her
statement. He eyed the cuffs. “I promised not to arrest you for theft. I never
promised not to arrest you for murder.”
not funny. Take these off.”
wasn’t. Not in the least. But the sight of her, helpless before him, chest
heaving, lips parted, was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen.
ran a hand over his mouth. Holy hell. He’d just tossed his career in the
sewer, and all he could think about was throwing her on the nearest couch and
undoing the tiny pearl buttons running down the front of her bodice.
he’d make good on his imaginings, he turned toward the window and watched the
officers depart. “It’s not meant to be funny.” The consequences of what he’d
just done certainly wouldn’t be humorous.
catch in her voice pricked at his conscience. Whatever disaster he’d just made
of his career, torturing her wouldn’t help. Old habit had his fingers around
the key in his vest pocket before he’d even realized he’d decided to free her.
evaded his gaze, but the strong pulse beating at the side of her neck and the
way her breasts moved with the rhythm of her breathing suggested she didn’t
fully trust him to unlock the things.
did he. He walked behind her and rubbed his thumb over the inside of her
wrists, tracing the delicate pulse. The skin of her thighs would be this soft.
This warm. “I could renege on my promise.”
shivered. “You wouldn’t.”
do you know? We’ve only just met.”
know you’re an honest man.”
snorted, trying to shake off her sensual spell. “Not all policemen are honest.
Far from it.”
can’t know that.”
but I can.” She tossed her head back, flinging a dark curl out of her eyes. “It’s
your friends. The League. They trust you, and I trust them.”
could he trust himself? Maybe he should steal a kiss before he released her. He
considered it, thinking long and hard about how she’d feel in his arms, but
propriety and a healthy dose of self-preservation won out. Toying with a woman
as bright and sensual as Zadie might leave a scar.
he had plenty of other things to worry about now. He jabbed the key in the
lock. The cuffs fell away, severing the electric connection between them.
rubbed her wrists. “They’ll be expecting you to bring me in.”
know.” He dropped the cuffs back into his pocket.
in his tone must have concerned her. She scooted back, just out of reach. “You
course not.” He ran a hand through his hair. “But I’ll need to explain why you’re
not in custody.”
strode back and forth across the worn carpet, obviously considering
alternatives as well. Outside, the light was fading as afternoon slid into a
golden autumn dusk. He’d be expected at the station before long. There wasn’t
much time to lose.
then he had it.
was an idiotic idea, but it was the best he could come up with. He motioned her
to him and spread his legs, bracing himself for what was to come. “Hit me,” he
backed up until the bookcases stopped her. “This is no time for jokes.”
me,” he insisted. “Make it good.”
can’t do that.”
caught her gaze and smiled. “There were a couple of times at the League you
would’ve loved to plant me a facer.”
delicate earrings swayed as she shook her head. “I was angry then. This…this is
giddy with panic over what he’d just done, he grinned. “I can make you angry,
if you like.”
rolled her eyes.
turned the side of his face toward her. “Hurry.” Before he came to his senses.
Before he did the reasonable thing and took her to the station himself.
lips parted as she drew in a fortifying breath and then, before he had time to
steel himself, she balled her hand into a fist and swung.
Riley has a long fascination with all things Victorian. She loves the peculiar mix of science, mysticism and innovation that collided in the Victorian Era.
To say nothing of bustles. Bustles and elaborate hats and parasols. Parasols for rain. Parasols for sun. And parasols that morph into swords…of course.
Sadly, Riley has little use for umbrellas in the dry foothills of the Eastern Sierra, but she consoles herself with forest hikes and dips in cool mountain lakes. Besides—no matter where one resides—a proper cuppa never comes amiss.
If you enjoy a little high adventure—and a lot of desire—with your historical romance, delve into Riley’s version of late Victorian London.
From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Carrie Ann Ryan comes a new story in her Montgomery Ink series…
Back in Denver, Abby lost everything she ever loved, except for her daughter, the one memory she has left of the man she loved and lost. Now, she’s moved next to the Montgomerys in Colorado Springs, leaving her past behind to start her new life.
One step at a time.
Ryan is the newest tattoo artist at Montgomery Ink Too and knows the others are curious about his secrets. But he’s not ready to tell them. Not yet. That is…until he meets Abby.
Abby and Ryan thought they had their own paths, ones that had nothing to do with one another. Then…they took a chance.
On each other.
One night at a time.
**Every 1001 Dark Nights novella is a standalone story. For new readers, it’s an introduction to an author’s world. And for fans, it’s a bonus book in the author’s series. We hope you’ll enjoy each one as much as we do.**
Carrie Ann Ryan is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of contemporary and paranormal romance. Her works include the Montgomery Ink, Redwood Pack, Talon Pack, and Gallagher Brothers series, which have sold over 3.0 million books worldwide. She started writing while in graduate school for her advanced degree in chemistry and hasn’t stopped since. Carrie Ann has written over sixty novels and novellas with more in the works. When she’s not writing about bearded tattooed men or alpha wolves that need to find their mates, she’s reading as much as she can and exploring the world of baking and gourmet cooking.
Title: His Uptown Guys (The Landmarks Series)Author: Felice Stevens
Genre: MM RomanceRelease Date: January 24, 2019Hosted by:Buoni Amici Press, LLC.
When Jesse Grace-Martin loses his father on 9/11, his charmed life is gone forever. People look menacing, and the streets no longer seem safe. After experiencing a brutal mugging, Jesse retreats to his apartment in the landmark Dakota building. Five years later, his first attempt to walk outside those famous gates again is a disaster—except for meeting the gorgeous maintenance worker who helps him through his crushing panic attack. Jesse can’t stop thinking about the guy but hesitates to reach out, knowing he has little to offer.
Dashamir Sadiko has big dreams. Money in the bank tops his list, and his peek into the life of the uber-wealthy at his job at the Dakota is all the incentive he needs. Struggling to work full-time and go to college, Dash desperately wants to break the cycle of poverty his parents had hoped to leave behind in Albania. When the two men become friends, Dash isn’t sure what to expect but can’t help his growing attraction to sweet and sexy Jesse. It’s nice to see how the other side lives, but his affections can’t be bought; Dash wants to be his own man.
Defying the Dakota’s co-op rules, the two share lunches, their hopes and dreams, and ultimately their hearts. Jesse slowly regains his courage, but he’s worried he’ll never be the person he once was and that he’s not good enough for Dash. And Dash isn’t convinced the son of poor immigrants’ has a place at the table with a blue-blood, trust-fund man. Jesse needs to realize that money can’t buy happiness and love, while Dash must learn to trust that what they have is real, that he’s more than Jesse’s walk on the wild side with an uptown guy.–
Felice Stevens has always been a romantic at heart. She believes that while life is tough, there is always a happy ending around the corner, Her characters have to work for it, however. Like life in NYC, nothing comes easy and that includes love.
Felice has written over twenty books in the gay romance genre. Her books been translated into German, French and Italian. Her novel. One Call Away, part of her Soulmates series, was mentioned in Buzzfeed as one of the best “Out for You” gay romances of 2017.
Felice lives in New York City with her husband and two children. Her day begins with a lot of caffeine and ends with a glass or two of red wine. She recently retired from the practice law and now daydreams of a time when she can sit by a beach somewhere and write beautiful stories of men falling in love. Although there are bound to be a few bumps along the way, a Happily Ever After is always guaranteed.
Today we are celebrating the release of BLOOD AND CHAOS by S.M. Soto. It is the second book in the Chaos romantic suspense series. It is available now for only 99 cents (for a limited time). Check out the buy links and blurb for the book below.
We thought the games were over…but they’ve only just begun.
She was the puppet.
He pulled the strings.
Now the death toll is rising, what could this mean?
It was all a game.
Death is just an illusion, or so they say.
She was just a pawn on a piece of his demented board. But there’s only one question left to settle the score…Can dead people really stay dead?
The whole ride through the jungle was tense.
Fin laid his palm on my thigh and my entire body locked up. It took all my
strength not to jerk my thigh out from his grasp. I couldn’t piss him off so
soon. I had to pick my battles, and this was not one of them.
Green whips past the open windows of the Jeep
Safari in a blur of green. The thick bundles of trees clear into a wide space
of sand and the distant sound of waves crashing against each other. A gleaming
white jet stands proud and tall on a makeshift runway. The jet is smaller than
your regular aircraft, or private aircraft, but the sight of it is still enough
to have a ball of dread tightening in my belly. After the death of my parents,
I’ve never been on a plane. I never even intended to.
My breathing escalates and my heart pounds a
vicious rhythm. My gaze drifts toward Fin and I startle when I find his glare
already glued to me. He’s been watching me, assessing my reaction to the jet.
He’s the reason my parents are gone—dead. He’s the cause and root of everything horrible
that’s ever happened to me in my life, and he expects me to get in this plane?
After he killed my parents, by having them cruelly murdered in a plane crash?
A surge of anger pumps through my body,
prompting my arms and legs to tremble violently. Finlay pulls out a syringe
filled with a clear liquid and my eyes widen. I shoot my gaze to his and narrow
“I don’t need to use this again, Sophia, do I?
I don’t want to treat you like my prisoner, but I will.” I swallow thickly and
give an adamant shake of my head. I won’t let him prick me with that syringe
any time soon. With a self-satisfied smile, Fin takes my hand and half drags me
toward the jet, not even being mindful of my wounds.
I’m ushered onto the aircraft and the minute my
seatbelt is on, Fin begins barking orders into his phone. The expression on his
face is tinged with unbridled anger. I strain my ears, trying to hear what is
being said on the other side of the line, but it’s useless. I’m listening to a one-sided
conversation that makes zero sense and getting nowhere fast. The only comments
that have me sitting taller in my seat are something about a warehouse and the
mention of Chicago. Simply hearing the name of the city causes my heart to
twinge. Creed comes to mind and it’s all I can do not to break down and cry. I
shift my gaze out of the small window of the jet, preparing for a long flight.
S.M. Soto was born and raised in Northern California where she currently resides with her son. Her love for reading began when she was a young girl, and has only continued to grow into adulthood. S.M. lives for reading books in the romance genre and writing novels with relatable characters. She refers to herself as a bit of a romance junkie. S.M. loves to connect with readers and eat copious of donuts that will surely lead to her demise (carbs are life).
She’s his best friend’s widow.
Molly Boyd’s entire world unraveled when tragedy turned the man she loved into her greatest threat. Her ex-husband’s death has left her pregnant and alone, struggling to put her shattered life back together—and her confusing feelings for his best friend aren’t helping matters. For years Jase has been a solid, steady source of comfort and friendship. Now she can’t stop seeing him as something more. And just as she’s wrestling with her shifting feelings, a new danger from her ex’s past threatens everything—including her and her unborn child’s lives.
But she’s always been the one.
Jase Weaver is an expert at unrequited love. Years ago he stood by and watched his best friend marry the woman of his dreams, and he’s endured his suffering in silence ever since. But when Carter’s self-destructive tailspin threatened Molly, Jase stepped in to make her safe. And when Carter died, Jase stepped up to be her rock. Now he can’t stay silent any longer. He’s wanted Molly forever and it’s time she knows it. So when a new threat against her emerges, Jase will put his own life on the line to protect her, no matter the cost.
Molly Boyd clamped her teeth together to keep them from chattering and hunched into a tighter ball in an effort to keep warm, but it didn’t help. She was cold all the way to her bones, her sodden clothes sticking to her skin. A summer rainstorm pounded down outside the shelter of the culvert she huddled in—hiding from her ex-husband.
Shock kept advancing and retreating, trapping her in an emotional fog. She’d never imagined she would end up like this. Not even after everything she and Carter had been through.
The left side of her face throbbed. Her cheek was bruised, her eye swelling slightly, and her lip burned where Carter had backhanded her. Her bare feet stung from the scratches she’d sustained in her flight to this lonely culvert at the side of the road.
All of it was eclipsed by the pain in her heart.
She closed her eyes, fought to hold off the memory of him breaking into the house and coming at her with that terrifying, predatory expression on his face. The memory of escaping the house, slamming that branch over his back and running for her life through the darkened woods.
Tears threatened. She shook them off, refusing to give in. If she started crying now, she might never stop, and she had to stay alert because she was still in danger with Carter looking for her.
What am I going to do?
She shivered harder, tucked her knees up tight to her chest and leaned her forehead on them as she fought to keep from spiraling into the black pit of despair yawning at the edge of her consciousness. Jase was coming. She’d called him and he was coming. He would find her, help her, and he’d alerted the cops. He would make sure she was safe—even if it was from his former best friend.
At the faint sound of an approaching vehicle, her insides tightened in fear. She lifted her head, her gaze darting toward the road, dreading the moment the familiar black pickup came into view again. Carter had driven up and down this road earlier, shouting her name through his open window for endless minutes. He would never stop looking for her.
Headlights cut through the gloom. She turned her face away and squeezed her eyes shut, willing Carter away. The divorce papers had set him off, even though he must have known they were coming.
She sat perfectly still, heart hammering against her ribs as she waited, hardly daring to breathe lest the slightest motion give her hiding spot away.
She flinched at the male voice all but drowned out by the thundering rain, her heart rocketing into her throat. Shit, she was trapped here. Carter was former Special Forces and the waterlogged ditch was too steep. She’d never be able to climb out and escape him if he found her this time.
“Moll. It’s Jase.”
Jase. The fear receded instantly, the cold inside her thawing under a tide of relief as she turned her head toward him. She trusted him. Trusted that he would protect her and keep her safe, no matter what.
He was wading toward her through the flooded ditch, a tall, strong silhouette, his jeans soaked to the knees. She couldn’t move, couldn’t call out. Her muscles were too weak and shaky to obey her.
Gathering her courage as he came nearer, she forced her gaze up to meet Jase’s. The instant their eyes connected, she almost lost the battle to keep the tears at bay.
Frowning in concern, he quickly climbed into the culvert and knelt down beside her. Before she could find her voice, he reached out and gently grasped her chin in his warm fingers. His jaw was tight, his aqua eyes burning with outrage. “Did he do this? Did he hit you?” he demanded, voice vibrating with horror and anger.
Molly’s fading composure crumbled. All the emotions she’d been holding back crashed over her like a dark wave, taking her under. She leaned toward him just as the dam broke.
Jase made a low sound and reached for her, wrapping his strong, warm arms around her as she laid her head on his shoulder. He ran a comforting hand up and down her back gently. “Are you hurt anywhere else?”
Just her heart, now shattered into a thousand jagged pieces.
She shook her head, her entire body trembling while she choked back the sobs trying to claw their way free of her throat, the humiliation all but strangling her. This was a nightmare. Only she wasn’t dreaming.
“All right, let’s get you out of here.” Jase slid one arm beneath her knees and lifted her, keeping her close to him as he carried her out of the culvert and through the water-filled ditch.
Molly ducked her head against the pelting rain and curled into him. She didn’t know what to say. Was ashamed to tell him what had happened.
“I’m gonna boost you up, then come right behind you.” He lifted her toward the steeply sloping side and helped her scramble over the edge before climbing up the side. Before she could even get to her feet, he scooped her up again, ignoring her mumbled protest as he strode for his truck, parked close by at the edge of the road.
Molly curled against him, still trying to come to terms with everything that had happened. As well as something…something that was still happening inside her right now.
Jase opened the front passenger door and carefully placed her on the leather seat. The interior was warm. Almost hot compared to outside.
“Hang tight.” He disappeared for a moment, opened the rear door to grab something and came back with a jacket. He tucked it around her, did up her seatbelt because her hands were still shaking and shut the door. Once he had climbed into the driver’s seat, he cranked the heat to high and reached over to aim the vents at her.
Molly sighed in relief as the warm air flowed over her. The numbness was retreating, leaving a sapping exhaustion in its wake.
Still leaning toward her, Jase reached up to stroke her wet hair away from her face, his eyes worried. “Moll, do you need to go to the hospital?”
“N-no. I’m okay.” You’re not. And you’ll never be okay again.
“What happened?” he asked, turning the truck in a tight circle and starting back up the road.
She huddled beneath his jacket and told him about Carter breaking into the house and attacking her in as few words as possible, her voice hitching due to the little gasps still jarring her lungs.
Jase was silent as she finished, his stubbled jaw clenched tight. He shook his golden-brown head, and a deep, terrible shame engulfed her, almost worse than the pain of Carter hitting her.
But there was more to her story. So much more. She didn’t want to hide the rest from him and had intended to tell everyone anyway. Just not like this.
“And it gets worse,” she added, her voice barely above a whisper.
He looked over at her sharply.
She didn’t speak for a long moment, staring out the windshield into the gloom. “I’m pregnant,” she finally said, her voice breaking.
NY Times and USA Today Bestselling author Kaylea Cross writes edge-of-your-seat military romantic suspense. Her work has won many awards, including the Daphne du Maurier Award of Excellence, and has been nominated multiple times for the National Readers’ Choice Awards. A Registered Massage Therapist by trade, Kaylea is also an avid gardener, artist, Civil War buff, Special Ops aficionado, belly dance enthusiast and former nationally-carded softball pitcher. She lives in Vancouver, BC with her husband and family.