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📝Review📝: 4 🌟🌟🌟🌟 “Red Hot Texan” The Corbyn Sisters of Last Stand, by Author Katherine Garbera, Genre: Contemporary Romance, Release Date: August 27th 2020! ~ @KatherinGarbera @TulePublishing


Red Hot Texan
Corbyn Sisters of Last Stand

Katherine Garbera

Genre:  #Romance #ContemporaryRomance

My Rating:  4

Cover:  5

POV:  Third-person alternaitng perspectives

Kindle:  199 pages

Publication:  August 27th 2020

Read:  July 27th 2020  *Review copy provided by Tule Publishing Group

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He’s only got one shot at hooking her heart

Red Aldean has his sights set on his longtime friend, Emma, who seems more interested in her regency romances than dating. A renowned river, adventure, and fishing guide, Red is no stranger to a challenge. With his heart on the line, he turns to his trusty Texas guide to fishing—all he needs is patience, a plan and the perfect bait.

Last Stand librarian Emma Corbyn prefers to find her romance in books. It’s much safer. While she’s not set on perfection, she needs honesty. When larger-than-life Red Aldean starts wooing her, Emma can’t help but let her guard down. And even this bookworm can’t ignore the sizzle that ignites when he’s near.

Emma feels like she can trust Red with her heart, until she learns he’s keeping secrets. Does Red need a better lure to reel in the prize of his life?


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Red Hot Texan (Corbyn Sisters of Last Stand, #1)Red Hot Texan by Katherine Garbera

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

A brand-new series featuring many of the Last Stand residents we have come to love. Red Hot Texan is Emma and Red’s story. Beautifully written with all the feels and scenery of Last Stand, Texas; this book was so good.

I’m in love with Red Aldean. I knew from the first pages that Red was not going to be the typical alpha, cocky hero. Red was confident in most aspects of his life with the exception of his attraction to Emma. In that aspect, all his vulnerabilities were showing. Red is an outdoorsman, literally. He runs an outdoor excursion company where he takes clients fishing, hiking, canoeing, etc. He is a tough as nails, sexy, strong, brave and loyal man. But when it comes to Emma, he is afraid. He wants her in his life very badly. Since they were children, Red had a bit of a crush on Emma. But in the last year or so, Red wanted to be her everything, because she was his. I will say, I loved his approaches toward Emma. He was adorable.

Emma is not ready to give her heart away due to issues from her past. But being with Red has her giving away pieces of it gradually. For the most part, these two characters are honest with each other about their feelings. Emma made some decisions, I didn’t approve of, making her seem selfish even though I understood her reasoning. She wasn’t being fair to Red. Red, on the other hand, had a secret. It was a big one and could definitely destroy what they were building with each other. As a reader, you will learn what that secret is pretty early on in the book. Unfortunately, Red keeps putting off telling Emma, claiming it wasn’t the right time. And well, you can probably guess that situation doesn’t go over well in the end.

I won’t give away the ending because it was so perfect for this story. As always, I enjoy reading books from this author and look forward to her next in this series. I definitely recommend this feel good, sweet story. You will adore Red!

This is my honest and unbiased review and I thank you for taking the time to read it. 🙂




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#CoverReveal ~ “Unexpected Expectations” (425 Madison Ave Series) by Author Lauren Helms, Genre: Rags to Riches Romance, Release Date: August 17th 2020! ~ @LaurenEHelms

We’ve waited for months for this moment and now it’s time to share the first cover in the third season of the loved, 425 Madison Ave series. Check out the gorgeous cover for Unexpected Expectations by Lauren Helms, a must-read rags to riches romance!


With everyone around me settling down, I’m happy to continue living my life single and carefree.

That is unless I can convince the concierge, Lucy Wilson at 425 Madison to finally take me up on that offer to go out on a date.

She’s beautiful, friendly, and her compassion for each and every one of the residents is admirable. Something tells me that she doesn’t see herself that way at all though.

This is why I’ve made it my mission to break her out of her overly cautious shell starting with a lucky penny and a $10 raffle ticket.

It was all supposed to be a little fun but when a large dose of lucky graces us, everything suddenly becomes unexpected.


He thinks I don’t see him, but I do. Oh yes, I’ve been aware of the all too good looking Kevin Harper for quite some time now.

The thing is, I’m not sure that we have enough in common and I sure don’t have the free time for a social life between my job and school. Dating? That’s pretty far down on the list of things I’d like to check off – not by choice.

That is until Kevin convinces me that a little fun is good for the soul.

What started as a $10 raffle ticket turned into a vacation in Vegas and a whole lot of expectations that neither of us saw coming.

I always believed in fairy tales, but I wonder if what we have is too good to be true. I can only hope that it’s true what they say…

After all, 425 Madison is the perfect place to fall in love.

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About Lauren Helms

Lauren Helms has forever been an avid reader from the beginning. After starting a book review website, that catapulted her fully into the book world, she knew that something was missing. Lauren decided to take the plunge and write her first novel. While working for a video game strategy guide publisher, she decided to mix what she knew best–video games and romance. She decided to take the plunge and joined NaNoWrimo and a month later, she had her first draft.

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About the 425 Madison Series

Welcome to 425 Madison Ave the perfect place to fall in love. Rounding out the summer with some hot city nights and coasting into fall with more cool characters at this famous high-rise, 425 Madison is returning for a third season!

With some familiar faces and some brand new residents – you’ll be sure to find an author you love and a trope to ignite your taste buds after all 425 Madison IS the perfect place to fall in love!

We’ve got an amazing line of up must-read romance authors including, Lauren Helms, Allie York

J Marie, Kay Gordon, Marcie Shumway, Aubree Valentine, S.L. Sterling, and Fiona Tulle

Prepare for pages packed with new romances, characters, and tropes all from the same well-loved high-rise apartment building in NYC.

Season One and Two feature stories from some of your favorite romance authors: Leigh Lennon, MK Moore, Allie York, Aubree Valentine, Kay Gordon, Lauren Helms, Sylvia Kane, Katy Ames, KC Enders, Marci Shumway, and C. Lesbirel. All these authors came together, each with a standalone romance for you to enjoy. Covering all of your favorite tropes each tale offers you something new, something different.

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#PreOrder Now! ~ “A Duke Never Forgets” Series: The Duke Hunters Club, by Author: Bianca Blythe, Genre: Historical Romance, Release Date: July 30, 2020 ~ #BiancaBlytheAuthor @EJBookPromos

Title: A Duke Never Forgets

Series: The Duke Hunters Club
Author: Bianca Blythe
Genre: Historical Romance
Release Date: July 30, 2020
Cover Design: Angela Waters


When the duke trying to evict Genevieve and her family from their cottage gets amnesia, Genevieve’s mother declares that the duke and Genevieve are… married.
Sebastian, the Duke of Sandridge, has been looking forward to holidaying at his cottage in Cornwall. He is disgruntled when he discovers the cottage has been rented, and he is furious when he discovers the cottage has been rented to a woman he despises.
After Genevieve’s father encountered financial difficulties, her mother took Genevieve and her younger brother to Cornwall, far from their home in the Lake District. Genevieve is determined to keep her family’s new home, even after a grumpy duke demands to take the cottage away from Genevieve and her mother.
Still, when Genevieve witnesses the duke have a swimming mishap, she rescues him. When the duke wakes up, he has lost his memory. Her mother quickly announces that Genevieve is married to this man. Will the duke ever know that the woman he considers his wife is not only not his wife, but a woman he has always abhorred?






“He’s moving, Mama!” A high-pitched voice sounded beside Sebastian’s ear, and he shifted irritably. 
Whoever said children sounded like angels had been mistaken. 
Footsteps plodded through the room, as if a miniature elephant were roaming about it. Perhaps one of his friends had brought a foal or other animal into his house. It wouldn’t be the first time one of his friends from the now-defunct Hades’ Lair had decided to play a prank on him. 
No doubt, there was no small child here either. Just one of his friends, testing his falsetto abilities. 
Sebastian grudgingly opened his eyes. He blinked. Normally, when Sebastian opened his eyes, he gazed upon a particularly naughty French painting:
Venus in Repose. The white plaster before him was an imperfect replacement. Sebastian rather missed Venus’s soft, rounded curves and the manner in which her skin glowed on the silky strands of verdant grass the painter had depicted her on. 
Where on earth was he?
His head ached. Pain ripped through it, accompanied by an odd pounding, as if some tin miner had crawled into his head and had decided to dig his way out, armed solely with his hammer and chisel. 
Well, the horrible pain rather explained things. Obviously, he’d managed to get absolutely drunk last night. 
He scrunched his forehead together. Clearly, the public house needed to improve the quality of their spirits. They must have sold him firewater, at a potency that even he couldn’t be expected to drink unscathed. 
He would have to speak with the manager immediately. 
He nodded. If his head pounded in such a ferocious manner, then others’ heads must also pound in a ferocious manner. It was only polite to inform them of where they were going wrong. 
This bed, certainly, was imperfect. It was lumpy. He wriggled in it. Yes, it was decidedly lumpy. Clearly, they hadn’t changed the feathers in years. What sort of establishment used old feathers? He shook his head. Obviously, this place lacked standards. 
“Mama! Mama!” the boy called. “Genevieve!”
Sebastian frowned. Was this public house run entirely by females?
No doubt, this person’s mother was simply a servant here. 
Footsteps approached him. 
Sebastian didn’t bother to turn his head. Turning his head would be painful, given his outrageous hangover. 
“Can you please bring me some coffee?” Sebastian asked. 
“See? He’s talking,” said the high-pitched boy again. 
“How marvelous,” said a female voice. 
Sebastian shifted uncomfortably in the bed. Most of his friends said Sebastian was always quick to take an opportunity to brag, but he wondered whether he might have met someone even quicker to give him compliments than himself. 
Talking was an activity he’d mastered by the time he was two, and he’d just been increasing the frequency of his use of multi-syllabled words since then. Perhaps Sebastian hadn’t given himself enough credit for that achievement, and he flashed a beatific smile at the maids who approached. 


Born in Texas, Wellesley graduate Bianca Blythe spent four years in England. She worked in a fifteenth-century castle, though sadly that didn’t actually involve spotting dukes and earls strutting about in Hessians.
She credits British weather for forcing her into a library, where she discovered her first Julia Quinn novel. She remains deeply grateful for blustery downpours.
Bianca lives in California with her husband.



#PreOrder Now! ~ “The Temp” Series: The Billionaire Boys’ Club #1, by Author: Sebastian Winters, Genre: LGBT Gay Romance 18+, Release Date: July 28, 2020 ~ @Sebasti46103140 #EJBookPromos

Title: The Temp

Series: The Billionaire Boys’ Club #1
Author: Sebastian Winters
Genre: LGBT Gay Romance 18+
Release Date: July 28, 2020
A best friend…

A temporary job…
A billionaire boss…

What can possibly go wrong?

It’ll take twelve weeks to help a friend, but only one day to ruin their friendship.

Carter reluctantly agrees to fill in at his best friend Katy’s job, which is personal assistant to the grumpy, old, moneybags–Katy’s description not Carter’s.

However, when the boss, turns out to be tall, dark and the very man of Carter’s dreams, he knows he’s in for a heap of trouble. Especially after being sent home twenty minutes into his first day.

Now, he’s not only worried he’s lost Katy’s job, but her friendship too.

Sebastian Winters is an author of gay romance who has the tendency to create tantalizing, hot, young men that dabble in the dark side of sex, love, and relationships. He’ll keep you turning the pages to find out what happens next with his boys. 
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#CoverReveal ~ ” The Anti-Boyfriend” by Author Penelope Ward, Genre: Standalone Contemporary Romance, Release Date: August 31, 2020 ~ @PenelopeAuthor @GiveMeBooksPR



Title: The Anti-Boyfriend
Author: Penelope Ward
Genre: Standalone Contemporary Romance

Cover Design: Letitia Hasser, RBA Designs

Photo: Nadia von Scotti

Release Date: August 31, 2020




From New York Times bestselling author
Penelope Ward, comes a new standalone novel.
At first,
my neighbor Deacon frustrated me.
Sure, he
was great-looking and friendly.
But our
walls were thin, and on occasion, he’d bring women to his place and keep me
awake while he “entertained” them.
As a single
mother to an infant, I didn’t appreciate it.
So, finally
it was my turn.
When my
daughter wouldn’t stop wailing one night, Mr. Manwhore came knocking on my

at the sound of his voice, Sunny stopped crying. And when he held her…she
eventually fell asleep in his arms.
Deacon was
rough on the exterior, but apparently on the inside? Mr.
Single-and-Ready-to-Mingle was a baby whisperer.
After that
night, we became friends.
He’d go for
coffee runs. Come over to chat. Normal friend stuff.
But over
time, our conversations ran deeper. We got closer.
Until one
night we crossed the line.
friendship turned into a complicated mess.
I’d gone
and fallen for a guy who’d sworn off commitment and kids.
I knew
Deacon was starting to care for me too, even though Sunny and I didn’t fit into
any plan he’d ever imagined for himself.
He was
wrong for me—so wrong that I’d dubbed him the “anti-boyfriend.”
Then why
did I wish more than anything that I could be the one woman to change him?


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Ward is a New York Times, USA Today and #1 Wall Street Journal bestselling
author of contemporary romance.
She grew up
in Boston with five older brothers and spent most of her twenties as a
television news anchor. Penelope resides in Rhode Island with her husband, son,
and beautiful daughter with autism.
With over two
million books sold, she is a 21-time New York Times bestseller and the author
of over twenty novels. Her books have been translated into over a dozen
languages and can be found in bookstores around the world.
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#CoverReveal ~ “Devrim’s Discipline” Series: Court of Paravel, Book One by Author Brianna Hale, Genre: Contemporary Steamy Romance, Release Date: July 28, 2020! ~ @_brianna_hale_ @EJBookPromos

Title: Devrim’s Discipline

Series: Court of Paravel, Book One
Author: Brianna Hale
Genre: Contemporary Steamy Romance
Release Date: July 28, 2020
Cover Design: Maria @ Steamy Designs
I was imprisoned for twenty-seven years for the crime of defending my King. Now I’m a free man, and I rule the Court of Paravel once more. The lords and ladies, the debutantes, the great and the good of Paravel all answer to me.
And yet, social upstart Wraye Rugova is ruining my life.
Lady Wraye is attempting to use my daughter Aubrey as a springboard into the upper echelons of the court. When I find her in my house trying on Aubrey’s clothes, no amount of pleading will move my ironclad heart. Decades may have passed, but I remember how to punish a disobedient young lady.
She’s deceived everyone with ease, but now she’ll face the hardest ordeal of all. Devrim’s discipline.
This is going to sting.
Author’s note: This book contains a Daddy Dom relationship with a thirty-two-year age-gap.

There’s nothing Brianna Hale likes more than a large, stern alpha male with a super-protective and caring streak, and when she’s not writing about them she can usually be found with a book, a cocktail, planning her next trip to a beautiful location or attending the theatre. She believes that pink and empowerment aren’t mutually exclusive, and everyday adventures are possible. Brianna lives in London.



#CoverReveal ~ “Encircled in Darkness” by H.J. Marshall, Genre: Romantic Suspense, #PreOrder Available, Release Date: July 21st 2020 ~ #HJMarshallAuthor @rrrpromotion @readreviewrpt

Encircled in Darkness by H.J. Marshall
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Genre: Romantic Suspense
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Have you ever loved someone so much that you willingly walked into the darkness to save them?
What if someone crawled into the dark with you and offered you a way out?
I made a deal to save my sister and became ensnared in a world filled with depravity, finding comfort in the dark recesses of my mind. The wicked feelings deep within can overtake you if you’re left without light for too long, and I reveled in the merciless world that equally thrilled and frightened me.
He accepted the darker parts of me, the shame and regret, and made a deal to save me. He brought me back into the light, learning to twist my delights to his will, destroying the shameful fragments that remained. Redeeming me with his touch, he destroyed the pain that tore through my heart.
He was a dangerous man who became my monster and my hero, recognizing the wicked parts of me and welcoming them. Knowing what lived in the dark recesses, he understood me in way nobody ever had, guiding me, and helping me find myself. When old enemies return, I’m faced with the choice to hide in the shadows or stand and fight. They expose painful secrets that shake the foundation of my existence, threatening to destroy me from the inside out.
This is the story of how I walked into hell, only to be drawn out of the darkness by the most dangerous protector of them all.



#ChapterReveal ~ “Black Skies Riviera” by Author Catherine Wiltcher, Genre: Mafia Romance, Release Date: July 28, 2020! ~ @kidsversuscopy1 @GiveMeBooksPR


Title: Black Skies Riviera
Author: Catherine Wiltcher
Genre: Mafia Romance
Release Date: July 28, 2020
They call
this place the Billionaires’ Playground.
I, Aiden
Knight, staked my claim the minute I arrived.
I crossed
every line.
I painted
their Rococo ceilings with blood. 
Now my
casino is the hottest church in town,
And vice is
the only confession required.
My house.
My rules.
Until the
past comes calling with an offer I can’t refuse:
One week to seduce and break her.
All this
for the name of the man who killed my father.
Issa Dubov
is the queen of cloudy diamonds:
She’s a
hard truth concealed beneath a pall of lies.
I’m an
Armani black suit of spades:
to bury both her and my demons.
I never
asked to see the shape of her heart.
I never
asked for her to fill the blank spaces of
But the
mafia wants her secrets. 
I wasn’t
the first she betrayed.
And Issa?
Sweet, not-so-innocent Issa?
She’s gone
and left me with a debt no sinner can pay.
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Have you ever noticed how the mesh bits in lace look like
the intersecting bars of a prison cell?
I did. Five minutes ago. As I was sat on the edge of a
strange bed in a strange room, in a strange wedding dress, with a strange
perfume smothering my senses like a designer rag.
My fingers won’t stop playing with the delicate trim on the
bodice. It’s as if I’m trying to find a weakness in the yarn so I can plan my
It’s beautiful.
Beautifully oppressive.
It’s a Dorian Gray mirror gone askew. The material is
stupidly fussy and over-detailed, and it makes me look about twenty years older
than I am. Still, at least it covers the bruises…
“Come, Ielena. The car is waiting for you.”
Marie enters the room clapping briskly, as if the force and
sound will unchain my heavy heart from the bed and propel me to my feet. Her
face is a painted mask of encouragement, but it reminds me of a colombina I
bought in Venice once. The initial dazzle concealed the flaws. The cracks in
the porcelain grew wider and more obvious as the truth clawed its way to the
That was the day I learned that nothing is what it seems.
Marie’s claps grow louder in my ears. “Up! Up, lazy girl!
What are you waiting for?”
A knight on a white horse?
A miracle?
Reluctantly, I stand for her inspection. I’m not sure when
or how Marie first entered my father’s life, but her presence is more
front-and-center than my mother’s these days.
I loathe her.
She’s brittle and calculating, and our relationship is a
Ping-Pong match of mutual hostility. Unfortunately, since Karina disappeared,
Marie’s winning most of the shots. She’s subtle about it, though. Her words are
well-fed piranhas. They’ll take tiny bites here and there, leaving me stung and
permanently unsettled.
She stops in front of me, a smoky swirl of coral-pink
chiffon, and I brace myself for more teeth.
“Oh dear.” She casts a critical eye over my wedding dress.
“Oh dear, oh dear… Still, it’s the best I could do at such short notice. You
have no idea the strings I had to pull to get you something suitable in time.”
If she expects me to thank her for it, I’d rather choke on
the lace.
Her assessment moves up to my face and she tuts out even
more disapproval. “Good grief. Your make-up is abysmal. Antoinette!” Her maid
appears in the doorway like a dutiful pet. “She needs less rouge on her cheeks.
And that red lipstick is wrong. She looks like a whore, not a virgin bride.”
There goes my one shot at individuality.
Is this really happening? Has it really only been
twenty-four hours since Papa announced I was to marry a man I’d never even met?
A one-minute, formally worded deposition slotted in between his business
meetings. He takes longer to peruse menus in restaurants.
Come to think of it, it’s the longest conversation we’ve
ever had.
“Dressing table,”
barks Marie, giving me a not so gentle shove in that direction.
Gritting my teeth,
I allow myself to be ‘de-whored,’ by Antoinette. On the plus side, marriage
means leaving Marie behind. Even she wouldn’t dare disrespect the wife of Luca
 I should have known she wouldn’t go out
without a fanfare, though.
“I don’t see why
we’re bothering with this charade,” she mutters, driving an extra pin into the
base of my chignon and scraping my scalp on purpose.
“What do you mean?”
I catch her eye in the mirror, instantly wary of the cruel green glint that I
find there. “This is what my father expects of me.”
I’m rewarded with a
cold smile for my curiosity. “I mean why go to so much trouble to look the part
when the ceremony room will be empty.”
“But Signor
Zaccaria’s family will be in attendance.”
I’ve read all about
mafia families and the eight billion aunts, uncles and associated offspring who
get wheeled out for occasions such as these. Kind of like a Bratva wedding when
a sibling’s disgrace hasn’t double-booked the venue.
Her eyes widen for
a beat, and then the chill in her smile drops a couple of hundred degrees.
“What makes you think you’re marrying into La Famiglia, child? What
makes you think you’re good enough for one of Zaccaria’s precious sons? Your
sister has polluted you, like she’s polluted your father’s reputation, and
today you will pay the price for her disgrace and his resurrection.”
My stomach lurches.
She’s right. My father never actually confirmed who my groom was.
I assumed.
I just assumed.
“Who am I supposed
to be marrying?” I whisper.
She shrugs, as if
the detail is insignificant. “You’ll find out soon enough.”
“I don’t believe
you! He wouldn’t do this! Where’s Papa?” I rise to my feet, but her bony
fingers clamp around my upper arm to stop me.
“Sit down, stupid
girl.” I wince as her grip tightens; her coral pink nails digging crescents
into my skin. “Your father has no desire to see you. He left for Paris an hour
My mouth snaps shut
when I realize I’m gaping at her. “But he’s walking me down the aisle! I’m
playing the role of the good Bratva daughter for him… The least he can do is
guide me through the scene.”
“Be quiet!” Her
mask cracks, just like my colombina did, but this time spite comes pouring out.
“The only things accompanying you to that altar, child, are shame and solitude.
You are all alone in this world now, Ielena. Your sister has deserted you, and
your stupid mother is soaking your memory in gin.”
I have Maxim.
Please tell me I still have Maxim.
“Let go of me,
All alone,” she mouths back.
Shrugging her off,
I sit back down at the dressing table. My hands are shaking as Antoinette pats
away the last of the red Chanel before smoothing on a dash of Vaseline, and
then painting my lips a pale mauve.
Even that seems
wrong. I need a shot of color confidence to bring my fair skin and frozen
expression back from the brink, not something that’ll fade me out even more.
I’m only a half-measure, remember?
An image from
yesterday slams into my mind, one with raging battlements of contempt in his
Aiden Knight.
The man I couldn’t
stop thinking about all of last night. The beautiful cruel memory who tempted
my fingers between my thighs at the break of dawn.
What was it he said
about me again?
“Stupid rich, bored,
empty, unemployable, unsalvageable…”
I am not my mother.
I am not my mother.
Karina’s voice is
in my head suddenly, telling me to hold on to my rainbow, no matter what. We
made promises to each other the night she left. The kind you cross your hearts
with, schoolgirl style, and keep until you die die die.
“Are you finished?”
I catch Marie’s eye in the mirror and hold it. Screw her. Screw my father. They
could marry me off to a beggar on the street and I’d still find a way to paint
us gold.
She scoffs and
“Good,” I say,
firing back a Ping-Pong shot of my own.
I was right to feel
that sense of satisfaction earlier. I’m not some little girl she can push
around anymore. My new groom may not be Luca Zaccaria, but my father’s choice
for me would have been tactical. He’ll be a man of standing in the criminal
“Good?” she mocks.
“You won’t be saying that in an hour’s time.”
“Aren’t you going
to wish me luck?”
Without waiting for
an answer, I rise to my feet and sashay from the room as elegantly as my badly
fitted shoes—thanks again, Marie—will allow.
Heart pounding, I
make my way down the elegant marble staircase, feeling like Scarlett O’Hara in Gone
With The Wind,
but with the whole world, not Rhett Butler, declaring that
they don’t give a damn about me anymore.
I reach the lobby
to find the tall, stoic figure of my father’s Brigadier waiting for me. There’s
another man standing there, too. He has his back turned, his black-suited
shoulders blocking out most of the light from a nearby window. I’m so relieved
to see Maxim I barely glance at him.
 “You’re here!” I take the last couple of steps
too fast and nearly lose my footing.
I knew he wouldn’t abandon me as well.
He turns at my
voice—eyes hooded, expression bleak. “Issa.” He catches me as I stumble into
his arms. “Careful, zvezda moya.” He sets me right before sweeping his
gaze downward. “Why, you look beautiful.”
“You’re the
sweetest liar.” I step back to break his embrace, embarrassed by my lack of
poise. What’s worse, there’s a masculine scent in the air that’s aiding and
abetting that emotion, whipping up memories I’d rather forget. “Marie chose the
dress so you can draw your own conclusions from that.”
“Tsch, Issa,” he
chides. “She chose well.”
“Liar, twice over,”
I say with a shy smile.
“She’s right, it’s
hideous,” drawls a deep voice in perfect Russian. “But it’s nothing a bottle of
Saint-Émilion couldn’t fix.”
All the damn colors.
The same man from
the bar and my late night fantasies is smirking down at me, his cerulean-blue oceans
churning with the same derision. My lungs stutter and lose function as I
finally place the scent in the air.
“You,” I gasp out.
“Me,” he says
“W-what are you
doing here?”
“My presence was
requested so it’s a good job I had another suit to wear.”
I can’t seem to
process his words. It’s not just the size of him that’s throwing me off kilter.
Those oceans are shark-infested, and I’m the bloody bait. 
My head swings to
Maxim for answers, but the scars on his face offer me nothing so I find it
swinging back to him. It’s magnetic. I couldn’t stop it if I tried.
“Monsieur Knight,” I say, pulling myself together. “How
lovely it is to see you again.”
He barks out a rough laugh. “You could strip paint with the
acid in your voice, princess. Your insincerity is corrosive.”
“Who knew a gentleman could be so vulgar,” I counter
“Who knew you had the brains to come to that conclusion all
by yourself.”
“Have you two met before?” Maxim looks confused, trapped
here in our blazing crossfire.
Aiden Knight cocks his handsome head and grins at me, but
his eyes are like chips of ice. “Let’s just say we had a difference of opinion
over some home truths and a bottle of red yesterday.”
Instantly, my heart
is a drum and bass beat inside my chest. I hate how British men have the whole
archetypal bastard thing down to a fine art. His accent is a poisoned arrow
with a fin-shaped fletching of contempt. He’s dressed in black Armani again
today, though he’s swapped the black dress shirt for white.
Colors. Colors. He wears them like a warning.
His necktie is a brilliant crimson, the same red as the
lipstick I chose for myself until Marie instructed Antoinette to scrub it off.
He’s stolen it. How dare he! I find
myself hating him more for that than I do for his insults.
“Is it true Papa left for Paris an hour ago?”
I mean to direct it at Maxim, but I can’t seem to tear my
gaze away from my nemesis. He’s coolness personified, with the kind of hard
arrogance that hazardous men exude. I don’t like the way he’s looking at me
either, as if I’m a cornered fox and he’s the Master of the Hunt.
“Why? Are you worried he took his credit card with him?”
“That’s enough, Knight!” growls Maxim.
I blush right to my roots as my father’s confidante proceeds
to curse in both French and Russian at my English invasion.
It’s a bi-language of reproach, but Knight just shrugs it off. Clearly, his
ninety-nine problems don’t include Bratva Brigadiers who’d be more than happy
to use his head as target practice.
Is this man completely impenetrable or just plain
“Jesus, you talk a lot of shit, Maxim,” he says in a bored
voice, cutting him off mid-flow. “If you’re quite finished, her chariot
I watch him stalk through the open front door, down the
stone steps and into one of the waiting Escalades without so much as a backward
glance at me.
Who is this vile, rude, arrogant man?
I meet Maxim’s heavy stare with unspoken questions in my
eyes. “Marie told me I’m not betrothed to Luca Zaccaria anymore.”
“No, zvezda moya.”
“Then, who?”
“Please, Maxim,” I beg. “If our friendship means anything, I
need you to be straight with me. Who the hell am I marrying today?”
My only ally in this world curses and swipes a hand across
his jaw. It’s as if he’s disinfecting his next words for an unclean revelation.
I then watch in mounting, escalating, soul-crushing horror as his gaze shifts
to the vehicles outside. Or rather, to one in particular…
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Author Bio
Catherine Wiltcher is a bestselling author of ten dark
romance novels, a former TV producer, and a self-confessed alpha addict. Her
writing is best described as sinfully sexy, and her characters always fall hard
and deep for one another.
She lives in the UK with her husband and two young daughters. If she ever found
herself stranded on a desert island, she’d like a large pink gin to keep her
company. Cillian Murphy wouldn’t be a bad shout either…

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Title: Whip It Out
Series: DTF (Dirty. Tough. Female.) #3
Author: Kat Addams
Genre: Romantic Comedy

Cover Design: Lori Jackson

Photo: Wander Aguiar

Models: Amber & Pat

Release Date: July 21, 2020


DTF. Support your local girl gang!
Me and my dirty, tough female besties are ready to dominate
in Whip It Out!
As a dominatrix and a boss babe, I was used to taking charge
both in and out of the bedroom.
But raising a kid …
That was a lot of responsibility. How would I know the first
thing about motherhood when my mom was such a bad example?
I sure wasn’t looking for love or a hot-as-hell,
overprotective single dad. But that was exactly what I found gyrating onstage
in a leopard-print thong.
Terrance—my favorite bartender by day and stripper named
Tito by night. What was not to love?
Plus, if things didn’t work out, my girl gang always had my
back. Pink taco getaway truck and all.
But the way Terrance loved his little girl melted my heart
and gave me a warm feeling that I hadn’t thought existed in my cold, dead soul.
I wondered if maybe, just maybe, I could be the woman he needed me to be.
What could it hurt if I gave it a shot?


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Kat Addams is a forever twenty-nine-year-old fashionista
following her lifelong dream of writing contemporary romance inspired by the
exotic men she meets in her worldly travels. At least, that’s what she would
like for you to think. She’s certainly not a stay-at-home mom indulging in
excessive daydreaming, frozen pizzas, an unhealthy addiction to purchasing
pajamas, and one too many cocktails on the regular. That’s some other romance
author. The poor thing probably has to sneak away upstairs to write her dirty
stories! What would her family think? Thankfully, that’s not Kat!



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