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AVAILABLE NOW: Seductive Sacrafice (Amatory Book One) by H.J. Marshall

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seductive sacrifice ebookBlurb 2Amatory

/ˈaməˌtôrē/ adjective
relating to or induced by sexual love or desire.

Step into the artistic seduction of Amatory – a private voyeuristic/exhibitionist club in the heart of Nashville where your naughtiest fantasies come to life.

Allow us to seduce you with carnal displays of desire and a haven for provocative tendencies.

Sebastian, a reputable business owner to the public, the Beast to those worthy enough to gain an audience.

Annalise, an overworked student, and caregiver, lonely and yearning for more.

When confronted with mutual desires, walls crumble and passions rise, igniting hidden fantasies.

Welcome to Amatory.
What’s your secret desire?

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Author Bio

Marshall_Author_PicH.J. Marshall began her love of reading and writing at an early age and has always dreamed of being a writer full time. A nomadic youth exposed her to different perspectives of life, community, and culture, resulting in a lifelong love of food, music, and history. After years of Retail and Non-Profit Management, H.J. decided to take a leap of faith and began to write the stories bouncing around her head.
When she is not writing, she enjoys the music of all generations and genres, living in her cabin in the woods, and cooking new and exciting meals for her husband. H.J. is an avid traveler who has significant spent time in the Caribbean and Bahamas, meeting amazing people and seeing wondrous sites. Currently landlocked, H.J. dreams of her beach house, salty air, a life filled with laughter.

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Release Blitz: Big Sky by Dani Wyatt ~ Cowboy Insta-Love Standalone Novella

 

 

Title: Big Sky
Author: Dani Wyatt
Genre: Cowboy Insta-Love Standalone Novella
Release Date: May 15, 2019
Blurb
When my
feet hit the dirt at the Big Sky Dude Ranch, I have a pretty good idea what to
expect.  What happens next nearly shakes me out of my brand-new cowboy
boots.  See, I’m here to write a travel article, but in one instant my
interest in saddles, horses, and the Montana sky evaporate.  All I see are
blue eyes, chiseled cheekbones, and a black cowboy hat.
What I find
out, is the quiet cowboy who owns this land is the measure of alpha.
Quiet. Controlled.  He’s older but has a body carved from fresh air and
decades of hard work.
I do what I
can to maintain my professionalism.  After all, for two days he’s barely
looked my way.  And yet, he’s ruined every pair of panties I brought.
One slip
and everything changes. Garrett West shows me what’s underneath that calm
cowboy exterior.  And, let me tell you, it’s big.
Except, we
are from different worlds.  Different decades.  And some differences
may be impossible to overcome.
Author’s
Note:  Saddle up for a ride that will leave you weak in the knees.
This May-December pair do their best to maintain some distance, but once they
are forced to touch, the sky opens and worlds collide in the hottest sort of
way.  Always safe, no cheating, and love at the speed of light.

 

 

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Author Bio

 

Dani Wyatt used to feel bad about having such dirty
thoughts. Luckily, one day she decided to start writing them down. Her uber
alpha heros have a wicked possessive streak and an insatiable libido. Her
heroines are intelligent, quirky and worry about having too much muffin top.
With her books, you can count on a heaping helping of HOT, a dash of rough and
always a happily ever after.
When she’s not writing (which is not often) she is probably laughing about some
irony (like A-1 Steak Sauce is vegan), riding her horse, wondering why The
Walking Dead can’t have a new episode every night, or looking cross-eyed at
some piece of technology sent to ruin her day.

 

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Available Now: Wedding Bell Blues: Dunlin Shores Series #2 by Ann Roth ~ #ContemporaryRomance

Title: Wedding Bell Blues
Series: Dunlin Shores Series #2
Author: Ann Roth
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 15, 2019
Every detail of the wedding was planned… Except romance

When events planner Cammie Yarnell agrees to do a wedding at the Oceanside Bed and Breakfast, she knows the tough part will be keeping a smile on her face. Not too long ago she’d planned a walk down the aisle at the sumptuous B and B herself—and called it off. Worse, she’s working this event with Finn Brannigan, the photographer who knew all about her fiancé’s cheating and kept it a secret, betraying her trust as a friend.

 

Yet her anger starts to fade once the showers and dinner parties bring her closer to Finn. Now his misguided belief that he’s bad for her is standing in the way of Cammie’s trip to the altar—with him.

 

 

“You’re not gonna like this.” Kelly fiddled with her coffee mug, then dropped her bomb. “Daddy has hired Finn Brannigan to photograph everything.” Finn Brannigan. The very name grated against Cammie’s nerves, and under the table her foot tapped rapidly on the black-and-white linoleum. The despicable man, whom she’d once considered a close friend and had often worked with, was responsible for introducing her to Todd. Finn had watched her fall in love, never once bothering to mention that Todd was a liar and a cheat. She’d discovered the ugly fact herself, the morning after the bachelor party. Some friend Finn Brannigan had turned out to be. She narrowed her eyes. “I don’t work with him anymore.” “I know, and I tried to change Daddy’s mind, but he says Finn’s the best and he won’t settle for anyone else. He also says you two were the best event planner– photographer team on the west coast, and it’s time you moved past your personal problems and worked together again.” “Well, your daddy is wrong.” Cammie relied on other photographers now. She avoided Finn and limited what she said to him when they ran into each other. Which, given that the population of Dunlin Shores was only 2,274, happened regularly. Kelly’s face fell. “Then you won’t plan my wedding?” She looked up to Cammie, and Cammie considered her family. She couldn’t let her down. Besides, she and Finn were both professionals able to separate business from their personal lives. As long as she remembered that, she could survive working with him again. Just this once. “If you were anyone else… But I love you dearly. I’ll do it.” Kelly exhaled a loud breath. “Thank you.” That settled, Cammie uncapped the Waterman’s. “Let’s do some planning.”

 

COMING SOON
Falling For Mr. Wrong – May 22, 2019
A Special Kind of Love – May 29, 2019

 

Award-winning author Ann Roth writes small town contemporary romance and women’s fiction. She has published over 35 novels, as well as several short stories and novellas, both through New York publishers and independently.
 
A true believer in love and happy endings, Ann enjoys watching her characters learn and grow as they face challenges and hurdles, and ultimately find love.
 
Ann has lived in the greater Seattle area since she headed for the University of Washington and fell in love with Seattle… and her future husband.
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RELEASE BLITZ: Choosing The Hart by Dani René ~ #ContemporaryRomance #LoveTriangle

Title: Choosing The Hart
Author: Dani René
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Love Triangle
Release Date: May 14, 2019
Cover Design: Jay Aheer, Simply Defined Art
Previously published in 2015 as Ace of Harts
They say loving two people is wrong.
They say wanting both is selfish.
But what do I do when they both love me to?
 
The Big Apple was meant to be a fresh start. 
With a new job, a new lease on life, I pushed the past to the back of my mind. But that’s never where secrets stay. 
When I’m thrown in the middle of two addictive, handsome men, I’m lost in their consuming magnetism. That is until my past comes knocking. 
Two Harts. One forever.
How can I choose?
 
This is a love triangle, and it does contain scenes of cheating. If this is your hard limit, I would recommend something else.

Dani is an international bestselling author and proud member of the Romance Writer’s Organization of South Africa (ROSA) and the Romance Writer’s of America (RWA).
A fan of dark romance that grabs you by the throat and doesn’t let go. It’s from this passion that her writing has evolved from sweet and romantic, to dark and delicious. It’s in this world she’s found her calling, growing from strength to strength and hitting her stride.
 
On a daily basis, she has a few hundred characters, storylines, and ideas floating around in her head. From the feisty heroines she delivers to the dark, dominant alphas that grace the pages of her books, she promises light in a world filled with danger and darkness.
 
She has a healthy addiction to reading, TV series, music, tattoos, chocolate, and ice cream.

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AVAILABLE NOW: True North by K.L. Ramsey ~ #ContemporaryRomance

Title: True North
Series: Second Chance Summer #1
Author: K.L. Ramsey
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 14, 2019
Publisher: Limitless Publishing

 

I found her.
She had no idea who she was, or any memory of her past. All she had was me.
For a year I was her everything, and she was mine. Fun-filled days, and passionate nights—we had it all.
Then one cruel twist of fate erased our entire year together. One second, and it was all gone.
Now she no longer remembers me. My name. My voice. My touch. Nothing. But I remember. I remember everything, and I refuse to let go.
My gut is telling me her past has finally caught up with her. Someone is trying to take her from me, but that won’t happen.
I’ll do everything I can to keep her. If I have to move heaven and hell to do it, I will.

 

 

 

K. L. Ramsey currently resides in West Virginia (Go Mountaineers!). In her spare time, she likes to read romance novels, go to WVU football games and attend book club (aka-drink wine) with girlfriends.
K. L. Ramsey was born and raised in Maryland where her life changed when she signed up for a creative writing class. Knowing that someday she wanted to become a writer, K.L. received her BA in English from Salisbury State University.
Somewhere in her mid-forties, K.L. decided to write her first romance novel, proving that dreams can be realized at any age.
 

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REVIEW: Defending Sophie (G.H.O.S.T Series Book One ) by PJ Fiala ~ #MilitaryRomanceSuspense

Title: Defending Sophie
Series: G.H.O.S.T Series Book One 
Author: PJ Fiala
Genre: Military Romance Suspense
Release Date: May 14, 2019
Cover Design: Cover Me Photography Design
 

 

Accused of murder and on the run, Sophie must turn to the one man she could never have.
 
Investigating her friend’s suspicious death, Sophie’s only source of information turns up dead – and she’s the prime suspect. Forced into hiding, she turns to her brother’s best friend to help keep her alive, clear her name, and find the killer before she becomes the next victim.
 
Gaige has longed for Sophie for years, and he’d do anything to keep her safe, but details of the investigation aren’t adding up. Mounting doubts have him questioning her story, even as his heart insists she’s telling the truth. The only thing he knows for sure is he’ll do anything to prove her innocence, but will it cost him his career?
 

 

“Sophie is running for her life because she knows too much. She frantically calls Gaige, her boyhood crush who she hasn’t seen in years, to help her just before she’s attacked. Gaige, one of the GHOST team creators, grabs an extra team member just in case he needs help and, heads toward Sophie. Gaige is somewhat hesitant about this because, Sophie hasn’t told him anything about her problems but, since she has always been the one woman he can’t forget, he is determined to do whatever he can to keep her safe. Once Gaige finds Sophie and, she tells him her story, he realizes he is going to have to employ all team members for this case and, pull in quite a few other favors!
This is a super charged, hold on for dear life, read that you won’t be able to put down!
If you love Romantic Suspense, you REALLY need to read this book!!!”~ Cynthia Reifel

“If you are looking for a book that will leave you on the edge of your seat and unable to put it down -look no further. Running for her life, Sophie calls on her deceased brother’s best friend, and highly classified private secret operative, Gaige for help. What she does not realize is that Gaige has dreamed of connecting with her for years but was afraid to go against the bro code. Caught up in a wild ride of lies, deception, rape and murder the two not only figure out the mystery but also find each other. But can a relationship based on as simple spark be enough once the danger has passed? I love, love, loved these characters!! PJ Fiala has a way of combining fast paced action and characters you want to hug. I cannot wait for more in this series!!” – The Overflowing Bookcase 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 1

Looking over her shoulder, Sophie exited the little gas station just outside of Riverton, California through the back of the store and opened the package that held a burner phone. Pulling Gaige Vicker’s phone number from her front jean pocket, written on a crumpled piece of a discarded newspaper she’d dug out of the dumpster at her apartment complex, she quickly tapped the numbers into the phone. She regretted having to dismantle and toss her brand new cell phone, but she knew they’d be able to track her with it and she just couldn’t take the chance.

Throwing Gaige’s number into a nearby garbage can so no one would connect them should she be captured, she quickly made her way across the quiet street and ducked between a large boxwood hedge and a wooden fence. Pressing her back to the warm wood, her eyes ever vigilant to her surroundings, she remained wary. Her heart was still pounding hard from her run through the woods. That bastard who was chasing her told her not to talk to another person about what she knew, her time was up. Swallowing the bile that threatened to rise at the thought of how close she’d come to dying today, she inhaled slowly. By the third ring her heart began racing. “Come on, pick up,” She mumbled into the phone. 

“Vickers.” Her hand flew to cover her mouth as a sob almost escaped. Ducking down further behind the hedge, she whispered, “Gaige? Oh, Gaige, it’s Sophie. I’m in trouble and you’re the only one who can help me.”

Taking a deep breath to regain her composure, she held her breath as she waited for him to respond. “Sophie Turner?”

“Yes.” She hated that she sounded so desperate, but she was. Glancing around to make sure no one was nearby, she swallowed before continuing. “Gaige, I’m in trouble. I need help. I’m all alone.”

“What about your friend, Kate?” Closing her eyes to stay the tears that threatened to spill, she took another deep breath. “Kate’s dead. I’m in trouble. Can you come?”

“Okay, Sophie, tell me what’s going on.”

“I can’t, Gaige, I’m afraid they’re following me and I have to make tracks. I’m scared to say too much on the phone. I’m just outside of Riverton. Call me on this burner phone number when you get here. 939-202-9786.” 

“Sophie, you need to tell me something. What are you up against? What kind of backup do I need?”

“I’m sorry.” Fighting a sob, her voice cracked. “Can you come? Can you help me?”

She heard him exhale and knew she was asking a lot of him, but she had nowhere to turn. Whispering, “please,” she heard his voice change.

“I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

“Thank you.” She broke down sobbing, but ended the call, nervous that she’d stayed put too long. Looking all around, she stepped from between the hedge and the fence heading south toward Canyon Creek. She could walk for hours, her Army training had conditioned her for that. Bonus that she wasn’t carrying a ruck sack, so she was traveling light. She’d make better time that way. 

Attacked from behind, strong arms wrapped themselves around her, she felt herself falling to the ground, face first and tried to twist to land on her attacker. Not quite managing, her right shoulder took the brunt of the fall but not before her attacker managed to reach around and punch her in the jaw once, bringing stars to her eyes. She heard her phone clatter to the ground and her eyes fell on it just in time to see it slide under a nearby trashcan with wheels. Shit.

Fighting passing out, she began kicking back at her attacker and heard him grunt when she managed a good solid kick to his shin. Taking the opportunity, she threw her head back and connected with his nose. Hearing the nasty crunch, she rolled away as he howled, scrambled to her feet, and took off running. The pain slicing through her shoulder hampered her pace, but she was determined to keep going. No way she’d allow them to kill her like they killed Kate. No way in hell. The bastards.

Setting her mind to hear the music she played in her head during their long and arduous runs in the Army, she steadied her pace and refused to look back. Reaching the nearby woods, she ducked in, and carefully watched the terrain as she navigated the downed branches and stumps of trees long ago fallen. Listening for anything behind her, she finally ventured a glance and saw that she wasn’t being followed. At least not closely. 

Slowing her pace to a fast walk, she looked up through the trees to see where the sun was in the sky. At 2:00 p.m., in California, the sun was just beginning its decent, toward the west, so she adjusted her direction and headed due south. The sun would still shine brightly for another five hours or so. She could realistically travel ten to twelve miles in that time. She’d done it more than once. But, she’d never been more determined than now to make time and distance.

She’d find a place to rest tonight, then she’d find a way to go back in the morning and retrieve her phone. That was the only place she had Gaige’s number and it was the only way Gaige had to reach her. Hopefully, her attacker didn’t see the phone slide to its landing place. If the grunt she’d heard from him was any indicator, he was in a fair amount of pain right now. But she wasn’t going back there to look in case he had help. That would be tomorrow’s task.

 

 

 

Writing has been a desire my whole life. Once I found the courage to write, life changed for me in the most profound way. Bringing stories to readers that I’d enjoy reading and creating characters that are flawed, but lovable is such a joy.
 
When not writing, I’m with my family doing something fun. My husband, Gene, and I are bikers and enjoy riding to new locations, meeting new people and generally enjoying this fabulous country we live in.
 
I come from a family of veterans. My grandfather, father, brother, two sons, and one daughter-in-law are all veterans. Needless to say, I am proud to be an American and proud of the service my amazing family has given.
 

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BLOG TOUR: A Perfect Lie by Lisa Rene Jones, #RomanticSuspense ~ AVAILABLE NOW!

Secrets. Lies. A man. There’s always a man. And there’s always a truth to be told. 
I’m Hailey Anne Monroe. I’m twenty-eight years old. An artist, who found her muse on the canvas because I wasn’t allowed to have friends or even keep a journal. And yes, if you haven’t guessed by now, I’m that Hailey Anne Monroe, daughter to Thomas Frank Monroe, the man who was a half-percentage point from becoming President of the United States. If you were able to ask him, he’d probably tell you that I was the half point. But you can’t ask him, and he can’t tell you. He’s dead. They’re all dead and now I can speak.

“Can I join you?” he asks, motioning to the table.

There’s interest in his eyes, the kind a man has for a woman, but who knows, maybe it’s real or maybe it’s not real. Maybe he knows who I am and sees a path to power and fame. The way Tobey wanted me for money and power, right up until the moment I’d called his number aka his agenda; thus, he has not called me since I left. Maybe Harvard will lie even better than Tobey did. Maybe Harvard will at least kiss better than he did, and the lies would taste like temptation rather than convenience. At least then, if I’m used, I’ll enjoy being used.

Whatever the case, it’s clear I might actually be angry with Tobey and that aside, the interest that Harvard has shown in me, must be controlled before my Denver sanctuary is destroyed. “You can join me,” I say, “but only because I’m trying to save the rest of the place from the attorney in the house.”

I am pleased when Harvard laughs, where Tobey would have scowled, proving that Harvard has a sense of humor, which is rare for those in my life. I’ve barely completed this thought when he moves forward and claims the seat next to me, not across from me, settling his briefcase on that chair instead. In the process, his leg brushes my leg and for the briefest of moments, I’m transported back to the place that I’m now trying to forget: to Austin, to Drew’s leg next to mine, his wink, and I do now what I did then. I jerk back. If Harvard notices he doesn’t react. “Since we haven’t been formally introduced,” he says, resting his naked hands on the table. “I’m Logan. Logan Casey.”

“Logan Casey,” I repeat trying to ground myself in the present, at least for now, but some part of me is still swimming in that memory, which naturally has me wondering if this man is a shark in the water around me. “Two first names,” I add. “Sounds like your parents fought over who got to pick your first name. Did they draw straws for which choice became your middle name?”

“You’re actually right on target,” he says, laughing again, and it’s a nice, masculine laugh, and oddly this thought feels familiar while Logan does not. “No one has ever guessed that,” he adds. “My mother won the name war. The women always win. Speaking of names. Do you have one?”

“Hailey Anne Pitt,” I say, “and in my house, my father won the name war.” Because in my father’s world, I add silently, the women don’t win the wars. At least, not that he knows, not in an obvious way. I’ve learned this well.

“Well then, Hailey Anne Pitt,” he says, “what’s a Stanford girl like you, doing in a place like this? You’re a long way from school.”

I’m smacked in the face with a lesson I’ve long ago learned and forgotten with this man; strangers do not always remain strangers and all offhanded remarks can come back to haunt you. “That was a joke,” I say, shutting the door connected to my real life, and a path that leads to my father. “I hate attorneys, remember?”

He narrows his eyes on me, and for no reason other than instinct, I believe he’s looking for a lie that he won’t find. I’m simply too well-taught from birth, too skilled at being more than one person to allow such a detection. Well that, and the fact that I really do hate attorneys, which is why I’ll be a good one.

“That was a joke?” he confirms.

“Yes,” I say. “Are you amused?”

“Yes, actually. I am. What does a lawyer-hating smart ass like yourself do for a living?”

“When not busy taunting those who went to law school,” I say. “I’m an aspiring artist.” Both honest answers, if you put a “was” in front of the “aspiring artist” which I’d thought that I’d come to terms with, but the knot in my stomach says I have not.

Logan motions toward the art room. “Your career explains why you ended up here.”

“I guess it does,” I say, as this place serves me well to reconnecting to the Pitt part of my life, which is a place I really need to be right now, for all kinds of reasons.

“Are you good?” Logan asks, as if he’s read my mind.

My father’s words answer him in my head. Art is useless unless you’re famous, he used to say often, because of course, it was inconceivable that I might be good enough to be famous. “Art is like movies and food,” I say, shoving aside that bad memory. “Good is subjective.” I don’t give him time to reply. I ping the conversation back toward him. “What kind of law do you practice?”

“Corporate,” he says, and this time he pings back to me. “Do you live in the neighborhood?”

“Yes,” I say simply. “Do you?”

“I bought a building a few years ago where I live and work which means this is my home turf, and why I know you’re new here.”

“I am,” I say and since he’s clearly going to ask for details, I quickly preempt with an on-the-fly story. Actually, it’s the suggested story, Rudolf included in my file. “I came here for a job, and my new boss owns a house he’s rented to me for dirt cheap.”

“And what does an artist do but create art for a living?”

“I’m working for a private art acquisitions firm. I now hunt for treasures for a living.” This lie is actually my dream job that I’ve never been allowed to entertain.

The horror flick loving waitress delivers my coffee and brownie. “Thank you,” I say, because every politician’s daughter has manners beaten into her.

“No problem,” she says, “but if you come to your senses and want a better version of that coffee, just shout.” She eyes Logan. “I already know you want a crappy tasting coffee, on endless pour and a chocolate chip cookie. Coming right up.”

“Thanks, Megan,” he says, giving her a wink that I don’t classify as flirtatious, just friendly, and Megan is gone.

“Obviously you’re a regular,” I comment, “and they even like you.”

“And they like me,” he confirms, “despite knowing I’m an attorney.

“Because you’re good looking and use it to your advantage.”

He arches a brow. “You think I’m good looking, do you?”

“Oh, come on,” I say, crinkling my nose. “Everyone thinks you’re good looking. I’m simply stating a fact. We use what we have and those of us that are smart, know what we have.” I move on from what is really quite inconsequential. “Why work here, not at home, or in the office?”

“I find I get a lot of work done with a cookie, coffee, and no access to streaming television,” he explains.

No one in my D.C. crowd would make an admission of being human and distractible. Some people in my situation might take comfort in that fact, but I don’t. Logan’s an attorney, and my gut, which I’ll confirm with research, says he’s a powerful one, the kind that radiates toward my father. Maybe that’s a coincidence and maybe it’s not. Maybe he’s testing how well I execute my cover story. The possibilities are many. Though in all fairness to Logan, perhaps I’d lean toward his innocence, if not for the laundry list of recent events such as Tobey being gay and the FBI agent, who is likely working for my father, that I slept with to prove I was a) still desirable and b) not a killer.

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones is the author of the highly acclaimed INSIDE OUT series.
In addition to the success of Lisa’s INSIDE OUT series, she has published many successful titles. The TALL, DARK AND DEADLY series and THE SECRET LIFE OF AMY BENSEN series, both spent several months on a combination of the New York Times and USA Today bestselling lists. Lisa is also the author of the bestselling WHITE LIES and LILAH LOVE series.
Prior to publishing Lisa owned multi-state staffing agency that was recognized many times by The Austin Business Journal and also praised by the Dallas Women’s Magazine. In 1998 Lisa was listed as the #7 growing women owned business in Entrepreneur Magazine.

 

RELEASE BLITZ: Cherry Pie by Madison Faye ~ #TabooOlderManYoungerWoman

 

 

Title: Cherry Pie

Author: Madison Faye

Genre: Taboo Older M/Younger f Romance
Release Date: May 13, 2019

 

Blurb
Having a crush on your best friend’s hot dad is perfectly
normal.
Accidently selling him your v-card in an exclusive,
illicit online auction? Yeah, not so normal.
I’ve had a crush on Marshall Bane – “Mr. B” – since I first
knew what a crush was. I mean, the man checks every single box: gorgeous,
dominant, richer than sin, and built like a Greek god.
…He also happens to be my best friend’s dad.
When dire financial straits force me to put my v-card up for
auction at an exclusive club, I know it’s a terrible idea. But, I’m out of
options, and a million dollars is a million dollars, right?
Except, my mysterious auction winner?
Marshall Bane.
Totally beautiful, totally forbidden, totally more than
twice my age, totally-has-had-me-twisted-up-tangled-up-and-aching-for-him
for years Marshall Bane.
This is forbidden. It’s inappropriate. It’s damn-near
breaking the law.
Selling my v-card to my best friend’s dad is so wrong.
But you know what’s worse?

 

…Being this excited for him to collect.

 

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Author Bio
USA Today and #1 bestselling contemporary romance author
Madison Faye is the dirty alter ego of the very wholesome, very normal suburban
housewife behind the stories. While she might be a wife, mom, and PTA organizer
on the outside, there’s nothing but hot, steamy, and raunchy fantasies brewing
right beneath the surface!
Tired of keeping them hidden inside or only having them come out in the
bedroom, they’re all here in the form of some wickedly hot stories.
Single-minded alpha hero, sinfully taboo relationships, and wildly over-the-top
scenarios. If you love it extra dirty, extra hot, and extra naughty, this is
the place for you! (Just don’t tell the other PTA members you saw her here…)

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AVAILABLE NOW: Fictional-ish by Natalina Reis, #ContemporaryRomance #RomanticComedy

Title: Fictional-ish
Author: Natalina Reis
Genre: Romantic Comedy/Contemporary
Release Date: May 11, 2019
Cover Design: Soxsational Cover Art

A stand-alone romantic comedy set against the background of Scottish small towns and locks that will make you laugh, cry, and definitely melt your heart. 
 
Livie Dunn, bookworm and aspiring bookstore owner, has been in love with her best friend ever since he dropped a bug down her shirt in primary school. She never stopped hoping that one day he’d realize they were made for each other. 
 
Until Mia got in the way. 
 
Kyle Huang has been taught to always do the right thing. But when that involves ostracizing his best friend by marrying her childhood nemesis, Mia, life as he knows it derails and crashes. Suddenly, their happy ever after seems like a broken dream, especially when Livie moves across two continents to open a bookstore in Scotland. 
 
To salvage a love that seems all but lost, Kyle must come to terms with his own bad choices and hope that Livie is willing to forgive and help him face his demons—a task that is anything but simple. Will he be able to reignite her love or will he lose it all?
 
An uncomfortable silence fell between us. It was strange to be with the one man I was the most familiar with in the whole wide world and yet feel so shy. I knew where all his scars were and the stories that went with them, where his secret tattoo was—upper thigh, almost at the bend of the leg—and why he kept it a secret—a tribute to his twin sister who died shortly after birth. I was there when he broke down in tears the day his parents got a divorce, and he held me while I cried over my first broken heart. His scent was as familiar to me as the air I breathed, and yet I felt awkward and uneasy sitting in that small living room across from him.

Our souls had been connected since we were children, and there was no one in the world I’d feel more at ease with. Kyle was home to me.

“I love the name of the bookstore, Liv, but I don’t want it to be our tag line.” I stopped and turned to him, not sure what he was getting at. “I don’t want our friendship to turn into something fictional, something that never happened, do you?”

I was over the moon thinking of a long drive alone with Livie as my captive audience.

“They still make those?” I chuckled as he unfolded and studied the paper map with the intensity of an old scholar pouring over a treasure map. “What are you looking for?”

“Are you just going to sit there and stare?” Kyle’s mouth had gone slack and he looked paralyzed, sitting with his back to the wall. “If you don’t get naked with me, there’s not much point in this, is there?”

Kyle and I slept in each other’s arms, hanging on to each other with all we had, the blanket swaddling us like a cocoon. 

How do you tell the love of your life that your ex-wife has your life in her hands? That she’s holding it with an iron fist and won’t let go?

“I want you to feel good, Kyle. To know you deserve better than Mia. To know that I love you, no matter what.”

Oh my God. I so didn’t deserve this angel.

“Don’t. Stay a little longer.” Be mine for a few more minutes.

I sighed, the weight on my chest releasing as I exhaled, in awe of my good fortune—how many guys could boast to have an angel as their lover? 

“I’m admiring you, idiot.” 

He rose on his forearms. “Why admire the painting from afar, when you can have it for yourself?” 

“It’s not fiction, Liv. We’re real. What we have is real.”

My body relaxed, the hot water washing away the kinks in my muscles. No water would ever be able to wash away the weight of my frustration and regret.

“I choose you, Livie.” His voice was so soft I was not sure I’d understood correctly. 

In a swift move, I grabbed him by the waist and pushed him down on the bed, rolling over him. “You know what they say; if you want it done right you must do it yourself.” 

Livie could bring out the sun on the rainiest day.

 

 
Author of We Will Always Have the Closet, Desert Jewel, and Loved You Always, Natalina wrote her first romance in collaboration with her best friend at the age of 13. Since then she has ventured into other genres, but romance is first and foremost in almost everything she writes.
 
After earning a degree in tourism and foreign languages, she worked as a tourist guide in her native Portugal for a short time before moving to the United States. She lived in three continents and a few islands, and her knack for languages and linguistics led her to a master’s degree in education. She lives in Virginia where she has taught English as a Second Language to elementary school children for more years than she cares to admit.
 
Natalina doesn’t believe you can have too many books or too much coffee. Art and dance make her happy and she is pretty sure she could survive on lobster and bananas alone. When she is not writing or stressing over lesson plans, she shares her life with her husband and two adult sons.

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