SERIES COVER: The Black Angel Book Legend Vols 1-8 by Hope Iriving

Series: The Black Angel Book Legend Series
Author: Hope Irving
Genre: Paranormal Romance

Release Dates: 
Vol 1 → September 1, 2020
Vol 2 → September 15, 2020
Vol 3 → September 29, 2020
Vol 4 → October 13, 2020
Vol 5 → October 27, 2020
Vol 6 → November 10, 2020
Vol 7 → November 24, 2020
Vol 8 → December 8, 2020
Only a madman would put a monk and a witch together. That was then, in 9th century Ireland. When the head of The Abhayam employed my calligraphy skills to craft a book of spells that only Deirdre could master, the Black Angel Book was born. Its coveted secrets sealed our fate. To save us, she cast a spell that would endure the ages. She can’t remember. I’ll never forget. Fallen from grace, our souls wander from one life to the next until we recognize each other. Again.

This is now, in a free-spirited part of Cape Cod. I’m a mere shell of the man that once fought for the woman he loved. I don’t know what she looks like, but her soul yearns for mine. My faceless soulmate has haunted my dreams for so long that when she shows up at my summer seminar, I hesitate. She has no idea the danger she’s in. She has no idea the lengths I’ll go to in order to keep her safe. She has no idea the magic I inherited is both a gift and a curse. If I can rekindle her memory, she’ll regain her power, and together, we can make this legend a reality.
For eternity.
Only a stupid girl would question the summer obsession who helped her to feel again. Afraid of exposing her wounded heart to the wrong person, again. Afraid of risking everything for the wrong reasons. Afraid of admitting that her rational mind has been wrong all along.

Urban legend. Magical book. Destined soulmates. These make no more sense than my uncontrollable attraction to my teacher. Am I wrong to overthink my relationship with a man whose secrets threaten my sanity?

And just when I thought all hope was gone, a fun, hot, and willing knight in shining armor saves the day. 
I never expected to be torn between two very different men. I never expected to follow my body’s lead. I never expected this summer in Cape Cod to be a game changer. Ever.
Only a heartless monster would disregard his sudden misfortune and continue to follow this path. The summer’s gone and so is the long-lost soulmate that he let slip through his talented fingers. 

Perhaps my eerie secrets shouldn’t have stopped me the first time around. After all, the calligrapher-monk and his witch lover found a way, so why not us? 
I’ve already overcome so many obstacles. I’ll do anything in my power to get her back. I fear nothing. Not the distance that I voluntarily put between us. Not the rival that she intentionally put in my way. Not the time that we’re unfortunately wasting. 
She’s been offered a new life in New York, but that won’t stop me from showing her that appearances can be deceiving.
We may be apart for now, but our attraction is meant to be, so we’re inevitable. Right?
Only an ungrateful bastard would refuse to thank his lucky stars. Lucky that he fell into the lap of one of the most prominent members of The Abhayam. Lucky that his skills landed him a well-deserved life in New York. Lucky that he accidentally unearthed the person his organization has hunted for centuries.

Until my luck ran out when my first Thanksgiving party turned into a disaster.

The star-crossed lovers should have been punished long ago; the ones who host their souls need to pay. Nothing can stop me. Not them. Not my supposed father who taught me well. Not the serial killer and his ridiculous trademark bouquet. His threat to the lives of my fellow solders must be handled. I’ll show no mercy. I’m ready to up my game, prove myself, and figure out how to master the Black Angel Book’s ultimate spell. Once and for all.
Only a devoted monk would deny forbidden feelings that conflict with the God he serves. He would not obsess over a woman. He would not seduce. He would not reveal unbelievable truths.

Good thing I’m not that monk anymore, although I do host his bewitched soul. Oddly enough, my best friend and my stubborn girl become suddenly inseparable on a Parisian trip that proves fruitful. They help each other cope with a painful reality. She helps him evolve into a better person without realizing it. He helps her jumpstart her memory, opening her eyes to lies that she formerly embraced.

Thanks to an extra push from a dreamcatcher, her true nature is strengthening gradually, making my rightful claim clear. Nonnegotiable.
Only a rookie witch would attempt to turn her dreams into reality. Like training in secret to push the boundaries of her gifts. Like causing the man of her dreams to appear out of thin air. Like making traitors pay for their misdeeds.

The dreamcatcher has opened my mind to a new reality that my rational side would never have suspected. As for my awakening gifts, some would call them a miracle. Others would call them a curse. I’m undecided.
Interpretation of good and bad is a simple matter of where you stand. I stand tall. I stand proud. I stand happy. So, for your own good, you’d better not stand in my way! Got it?
Only an unusual cat would know that having multiple lives is no a myth. Myths are meant to be read about, not experienced. Myths are filled with boundless hope and insane dreams. Myths are what spur believers forward.

Well, believe me, plenty of myths are part of your reality. Witchcraft. Spells. Warlocks. This was my reality, once upon a time, until I was trapped within a foreign body centuries ago., I’ve learned to tinker with my magic until I find the right people… And I think I just did. The many lives I’ve lived and the vast knowledge I’ve gained will pay off. At last.
Only the darkest soul would seek limitless power. Revenge. War. Cast the spell of eternity. Centuries later, it’s time to play again. Some pawns changed. Some remained. Others are back from the past. Now is the time to pick a side…

As life throws me curveballs, I struggle with my choices. Owning my forgotten gifts taught me that I was a queen, indeed… but which kind?

My journey proved that the infamous urban legend was truer—and closer to home— than I’d ever anticipated. I cannot allow the Black Angel Book to fall into the wrong hands. If an ancient spell between star-crossed lovers defines my present, I’ll learn to master it so I can shape my future with the man I love. Forever… or not.
Hope Irving lives in Paris, France, with her supportive husband and creative teenage

daughter. The French indie author spent a couple of years in Texas, where she earned her MBA. With many friends, relatives, and readers in the States, the US has a big place in her heart. Although French is her mother tongue, she chose to write her novels in English because it simply feels right for her characters.
Hope’s suspenseful and complex love stories are modern fairytales that feature an unconventional Prince Charming and a headstrong heroine. A natural introvert, she enjoys tormenting her flawed characters with a hint of darkness and sometimes magical elements. Still, her heart melts when love conquers all.
Her work has been described as “genre-defying,” “refreshingly unique,” and “an intriguing rollercoaster read.”
Learn more about Hope’s life in Paris, her love of multi-layered, swoon-worthy heroes that don’t play by the rules, and her book-loving world on her website. To keep up with all the latest, follow Hope on social media or join Hope’s mailing list for exclusive book information and great deals.

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RELEASE: Only One Night by Dani René

Title: Only One Night: A Fusion Universe Novel

Author: Dani René
Genre: Steamy Romance
Release Date: August 10, 2020
Cover Design: Kari March

USA Today Bestselling Author, Dani René, brings you a steamy romance written in the Fusion Universe of the New York Times Bestselling Author, Kristen Proby.

Elisabetta has been running from her past for far too long, but when she lands in Portland, she’s ready to start fresh. Her love of cooking brings her to a place she can call her own. She’s determined not to get involved with anyone. Her focus is the bakery. But one meeting with realtor, Rome Donovan, knocks the breath from her lungs. No man has ever affected her like he does.

The more she pushes, the more he pulls, until finally, the beautiful baker relents and agrees to a date. 

It’s only one night. 
That’s all it can ever be.



Ilikebooksbest.com – “A feel good romance with some Mafia ties!”

World of Books 65 – “Sizzling, Sassy, Scorching Hot. I dare you not to fall in love with Rome and Elisabet.”

BookHavenBookBlog – “A sensually delightful must read in the contemporary genre from biblio extraordinaire, Dani Rene!”

Dani is a USA Today Bestselling Author of a variety of genres, from romantic suspense to dark erotic romance and even BDSM romance. She loves to delve into the raw, emotional journeys her characters venture on, and enjoys the dark, edgy, and sensual scenes that fill the pages of her books. Dani’s stories are seductive with a deviant edge with feisty heroines and dominant alphas.


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RELEASE: Promise Me Forever by C Standing

Title: Promise Me Forever

Series: Nick & Holly, #2
Author: C Standing
Genre: Erotic Age Gap Romance Novella
Release Date: August 10, 2020

Nick
I’m fourteen years her senior and she’s my kid’s best friend.
Everything about us is forbidden and wrong, but the closer we became and the more time we spent together, I knew I wouldn’t be able to walk away. Holly was like a force of nature, and I didn’t stand a chance. Falling for her was inevitable.
When an accident leaves her in an induced coma, fighting for her life, I knew she was where I belonged and I’d fight heaven and hell to keep her by my side.
Now, almost a year later, we’ve defeated the odds and we’re stronger than ever. Or so I thought.
We’ve been following the natural progression of our relationship, but when it’s time for us to take the next step, Holly’s hesitant and I don’t know why.
All I know is, she’s my forever, but am I hers?

Holly
Nick’s my forever. 
I knew that the second I laid eyes on him, and the months we’ve been together have only solidified that.
My worry is Gabby, Nick’s daughter. 
She’s my best friend–my only friend–and I don’t want to lose her. 
But I’m stuck between a rock and a hard place, because I don’t want to lose Nick either. We want to move forward with our relationship, but her disapproval of our being together has put a dampener on my happiness. 
That isn’t fair to Nick. I want to give him everything, but holding back isn’t what he deserves. 
All I want is my friend’s blessing, but I won’t risk losing the man I love in the process. 
Something’s got to give. 

Collapsing on top of me, Nick nuzzles my neck as his labored pants tickle my skin. “God, I’ve missed that.”

Our chests heave with exertion as we come down from our highs. Lacing our fingers together, I run my thumb over his knuckle. “I haven’t gone anywhere,” I remind him.

Groaning, Nick eases from me and drops the used condom into the trash. “I know, I’m sorry. I’ve been a shitty boyfriend lately.” He kisses my forehead and helps me up. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

Locking my arms around his neck, I bring him down for a kiss. “I don’t need you to make it up to me, babe. I know you’re busy and your jobs demanding.” My fingers play with the hair on his nape. “Just remember I’m here, okay? That’s all I ask.”

“I wouldn’t want you anywhere else.”

We haven’t officially moved in together yet, but I’ve started migrating over some of my clothes and books and things that I use every day. It only seems right when I spend practically every night in his bed anyway.

When I finish work in the evening, the last thing I want to do is go back to my cold and lonely apartment. Plus Nick never seems to have a problem with it. If anything, he’s urging me to move more things in. I want to, I really do. I want to fall asleep in his arms every night and wake up to his sweet kisses every morning. But, I also want to give Gabby time to get used to us being together. She didn’t exactly take the news very well when we told her, and I’m afraid how she’ll react once we tell her we’re moving in together. She’s my only friend and I don’t want to lose her, but I don’t want to lose Nick either. It’s a no-win situation. I’m stuck between a rock and a hard place.

I want to move on and plan a future with my boyfriend, but I’m terrified of losing my best friend.

“I don’t plan on being anywhere else.”

“Better fucking not,” Nick growls, swooping me up into his arms and carrying me into his bedroom. “This is our home. You’re my woman. And I’m going to make love to you on our bed.”

Falling into the mattress, a giggle bursts from my lips. “It’s nice to know your priorities are in the right place, Mr. Clayton.”

Winking, he settles between my legs. “Always.” He licks my nipple. “Now, I believe you had something that needed my attention?”

God, yes.

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TOUR: Sweet Love by Mia Kayla

 Title: Sweet Love

Author: Mia Kayla
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: July 29, 2020

That awkward moment when you insult the boss on your first day on the job.

Yeah, that just happened.

In my defense, if I’d known it was Connor Colby of the Colby’s Chocolates and Candies empire standing by the display dressed in a candy cane-striped suit, I never would have opened my mouth to tell him that their signature chocolate bar sucked.

How was I supposed to know he was the boss man?

He was in town temporarily to help save his father’s company.
I was only there for a payday to jump start my art career.

I had one job—help him come up with a rock solid marketing plan.
The task included long nights and late dinners working by Connor’s side.
It did not include kisses, sex in the supply closet, or … worst yet, falling in love.

Why is that so bad you ask?
Because the man is leaving right after our mission is complete. Job done.
Finito.

Will our sweet love turn into sour patched tear jerkers or will he be my big hunk, now & later and forever?


Mia Kayla is a New Adult/Contemporary Romance writer who lives in Illinois. She is the wife to the husband of the year and mommy to three unbelievable cute little girls who have multiplied her grey hairs. 
In her free time she loves reading romance novels, jamming to boy bands, catching up on celebrity gossip and designing flowers for weddings.

Most of the time, she can be caught on the train with her nose in a book sporting a cheeky grin because the main characters finally get their happily-ever-after at the end. 

She loves reading about happy endings but has more fun writing them.

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RELEASE: The Russian Savage by Rie Warren


Title: The Russian Savage: Enemy of the Bratva
Series: Krasnov Brothers #2
Author: Rie Warren
Genre: Mafia/Dark/Russian Romance
Release Date: August 3, 2020

I am her enemy.
And I’m going to make her mine.
She might never forgive me, but I don’t care. 

Saving the daughter of an enemy was not my intention but, now that I have her, I intend to keep her. Nothing is going to stop me from using this mafia heiress as I see fit, not even her personal vendetta that pits her family against the Bratva. 

Kidnapping the beautiful Italian princess is in my best interests even if it’s not good for her. Because I have wicked secrets of my own, which I intend to play out on her luscious body. 

She will be my prized possession come hell, high water, or a vicious new war. 

The Russian Savage is Arkady’s story and is book two in the Krasnov Brothers series. No cliffhangers. No cheating. Includes vivid, steamy scenes. Can be read as a standalone.

My heart beat a mile a minute, and I kept my eyes glued to the daunting man before quickly taking stock of my situation. Arkady had brought me to what appeared to be a well-maintained house close to the alley where I’d been accosted. 

Glancing to my right, I noted the hallway we’d come down. Now I sat in the middle of a large midnight blue sofa with two leather club chairs angled across from me. A brick fireplace and tall windows dominated the room almost as much as Arkady’s foreboding presence did. 

His gaze left me only to inspect the purse he’d stolen from me. 

When I began to get up, he pointed in my direction. “Don’t move, Lucia.” 

The stark coldness in his voice reflected in the iced-over blue of his eyes. 

Fear froze in my veins, and I clamped my hands between my thighs in hopes of hiding my trembling fingers. 

What if he killed me now?

Who would find me then?

My father would bury two children in the space of three months. 

The gag made it difficult to breathe but, after another threatening look from Arkady, I didn’t dare remove it, not even though air staggered in and out of my lungs.

He made quick work of the contents of my handbag, emptying everything onto a side table adorned only by a trio of tall ivory candles in black enamel holders. After poking through my cosmetics bag and even feeling along every inch of the lining for hidden items, he scooped the small satchel back into my purse. 

He hummed when he found my keys and the small pepper spray canister attached. He placed my keychain aside then looked through my feminine hygiene products and birth control pills, which made my cheeks flame brightly. 

I almost looked away but, when he glanced at me and saw my embarrassment, I glared even harder. 

Maiale!

I cursed a muffled noise when he retrieved my phone. Then he paced to me, and his hand shot out as fast as a whip. 

I winced, recoiling from a blow that never came. 

His face took on an unreadable expression before he gave two sharp tugs to the gag stuffed between my lips. The pocket square removed, I took a deep stuttering breath, and he raised the phone screen to my face. 

He had the device unlocked in an instant from my facial ID. 

Lunging up from the deep cushions, I tried to throw myself at him—shove him off-balance, do anything to escape—but he merely sat me back down with one hand centered on my chest. 

“Those are my personal belongings!” Red hot anger laced my voice. 

“Not anymore.” His face hardened into harsh angles, those snapping blue eyes of his even deeper in contrast to his dark hair. 

Every motion he made was precise while pure chilling menace rolled off him in frigid waves. 

The side of my face throbbed, my knee hurt, my pants were ripped, and I was thirsty and tired and running on pure adrenaline alone. 

I was helpless to do anything to protect myself, and that was the worst blow of all. 

He spent no more than a few minutes on my phone and must’ve gleaned whatever information he wanted because he removed the SIM card and smashed it beneath his shoe. 

My heart kicked up its wild beating, and I felt like I’d start hyperventilating. 

Next, he expertly found the tracker hidden within the phone’s case and crushed it just like he had the card. He discovered a second tracker sewed into the lining of my handbag, and I swore softly beneath my breath. 

He sent the most sinister, most triumphant smile my way, and my hands grew clammy. 

“Stand,” he ordered after returning the non-contraband items to my purse. 

I rose to my feet, nails digging into my palms. I wanted nothing more than to lay a stinging slap across his arrogant face. 

“Jewelry,” he said. 

“You’re stealing my jewelry? You’re no better than those street thugs,” I spat out. 

He said nothing more, holding his hand outstretched. 

Knees quaking, I removed my diamond stud earrings, the slim gold chain around my neck, an antique opal ring left to me from my nonna, and the heavy bangle bracelet from my wrist. 

He took all the items and examined those too. Finding them clean of bugs, he dropped those into my handbag, which he then tossed at me. 

When he pivoted away, I rushed at him from behind. 

I didn’t even make contact before he whirled around to capture me in an iron-like embrace. Snarling wildly, I pummeled him on his unyielding chest, but my hands made little impact on his hard musculature. 

I’d never detested a man more than I did in that moment.

When I jerked my leg to knee him in the balls, he released me so fast I stumbled. I didn’t even get a chance to steady myself before he grasped me behind the legs and swiftly tipped me onto my back. I landed on the floor, scrabbling to get back up. 

He simply reached down, heaved me back up, and pinned me against his body, once more demonstrating his overwhelming power. 

His face darkened, restrained fury thinning his lips and, with one hand, he clasped my wrists behind my back. 

The next thing I knew, he held the barrel of his gun against the bruised side of my face. 

Breath left my mouth in a hiss as cold metal kissed the skin of my throbbing temple. 

Arkady slid the barrel down and across my lips. 

True terror seizing my insides, I clamped my mouth shut, and his eyes became deadly blue slits as he skimmed the gun beneath my chin. 

Then I felt two hard things at the same time—the muzzle of the gun pressed beneath my chin to angle my face up and the rigid thickness of his cock nestled tightly against me.

“Are you scared of me yet, dragotsennaya printsessa.” Gruff hoarseness deepened his voice. 

I was petrified and, yet, sudden intense so-wrong arousal tickled across my body to settle low in my belly.

“Yes,” I whispered. 

“Good.” 

I heard him holstering the sidearm then his hand was at my throat. 

I became transfixed by the different kind of heat that entered his blue eyes. Smoldering heat. Male lust as he squeezed my neck, and my nipples traitorously pinged up within the cups of my bra. 

Arkady’s head bent toward mine as his hand moved up my elongated neck. 

Heat flashed. I thought he was going to kiss me. His mouth would be warm and firm, unlike the kiss of his gun. His hard cock pressed into my belly, and fluttery sensation swarmed lower to pool between my thighs. 

His lips barely whispered across my cheek, and my breath hitched in my throat. 

My head was spinning. 

I had no idea what was going on. 

His grip on my neck tightened then loosened then squeezed again, and his lips touched the shell of my ear. 

I almost moaned before I swallowed the sound. 

I was pressed wholly against this killer Russian who’d just held a gun to my head, and illicit lust spiraled out of control inside of me. 

“I don’t need a gun to make you do what I want, Lucia.” His deep drugging voice made my toes curl.
  
Badass, sassafras Rie Warren is an OG Amazon All Star author of Bad Boy books and MC romance. She delivers five star sex, suspense, and the best banter around. Her stories are one hundred percent original, do not contain fluffy plots or virgin brides, and wring every last emotion from readers to leave them with a satisfied smile. Rie’s tough alpha males are never brought to heel, but are instead healed by the feisty femme fatale of their perfect match.

She grew up in Maine, went to college in Iowa (Iowa, what?), lived in Scotland, and married in Englishman. In true roundabout fashion, they came back to the States, settled in South Carolina’s lowcountry, putting down southern roots and pursuing their arty endeavors. Tale spinner and character diviner, Rie is a lover of sleep, wine, and rude memes often involving either Disney characters or Winnie the Pooh. She is raising two teen daughters along with an entire brain full of unruly characters.

Rough-talking alpha men? Rie has that on tap.
Stubborn sassy heroines? You bet.
Smoldering sex scenes that’ll set your Kindle on fire? Check, check, check.
Keep a fan handy, you’ll need it.

Follow the signup link below to her romance newsletter for sneak peeks, new releases, first looks, and her quirky sense of humor.
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And, as always, happy sexy reading to you!

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RELEASE: Savage Kingdom by C. Lymari

Title: Savage Kingdom
Series: Sekten Series 

Author: C. Lymari

Genre: Dark Romantic Suspense
Release Date: August 7, 2020

The Sect does not forgive.


The Sect does not forget.

Keeper of secrets and dealers of lies.

We bow to no king, nations, or men.

Crossing us is certain death.

• • • • • •

He was a mercenary, and I a slave. 

He wanted to save me, but I liked the pain. 

We stole, cheated, and lied. Through a savage kingdom, we found a divide. 

He betrayed me, but so did I. 

In this wicked game who will survive?

Author’s Note: The Sekten Series is a dark romance series that needs to be read in order. It is intended for mature audiences since there is a lot of graphic content, and scenes that make you uncomfortable and it might not be suitable for you if you are easily triggered. Some books will be darker than others, but all are triggering none the less. This is a dark world, so read at your own discretion.


Claudia lives in the Chicagoland suburbs, and when she’s not busy chasing after her adorable little spawn, she’s fighting with the characters in her head. After not being able to keep up with them, she decided enough was enough and wrote her first novel. C. Lymari writes both sweet and dark romances that will give you all the feels. Her other talents include binge watching shows on Netflix and eating all kinds of chips.
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RELEASE: Love’s Bitter Harvest by Jas T. Ward


Title: Love’s Bitter Harvest
Author: Jas T. Ward
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 8, 2020
Publisher: Hot Tree Publishing

Welcome to McCall Farm, where two hearts harvested love and then life made its fruits bitter.
High school sweethearts Matt and Katy McCall fell in love behind the bleachers with a kiss. Life is easy and happy until Katy is offered a job across the country and Matt refuses to give up his family’s generational farm. They painfully part—one due to stubbornness and the other ambition. Years go by and the rift widens until tragedy brings Katy back home to the farm—and the man who still held her heart. 

But home is not the same and neither is the man she left behind. Matt is on the brink of losing the precious farm. He’s angry at life, and the tragedy has left him feeling like half a man. The last person Matt wants to see is the woman who left him for a career he believed mattered to her more than he did—and gutted his heart on the way out.


Welcome to my worlds, take a seat, get to know me and the characters and I assure you… You’ll be glad you did.” ~Jas T Ward

Born and raised in Texas, Ward is a mixed bag of creativity spinning tales of paranormal, urban fantasy and even dark romance and horror; wrapped within a love story. She’s been dared to write a few contemporary romances but even those reads have characters that are real and twisted by their creator. 

Mother of three diverse and independent bold children, Ward prides herself for being the “Queen Niche’ B!tch” which is a handy way of saying she sucks writing to market. 

But her readers don’t seem to mind.

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Hope(less) (JUDGEMENT OF THE SIX #1) by Melissa Haag

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Published
March 3rd 2013
Publisher
Shattered Glass Publishing LLC
Pages
285
Author’s Page
https://melissahaag.com/

Normally I would say something like I was given Hope(less) for an honest review when asked to review a book after getting an email. This time after I got the email asking me to review Judgment Of The Six and Judgement of the Six Companion I thought they sounded familiar and I checked my e-library and found that I owned three of the books and that I had actually purchased Hope(less) in 2013, so, I guess I am a little over due in reading it, better late than never I guess.

Gabby’s life has been controlled by everyone but her since her mother and grandmother passed away. Then she is introduced to a whole new world of werewolves, where she is told she will have to chose a mate. She has other plans and they don’t include a mate so when she gets through the introductions with nothing to show for it, she is ecstatic until she comes face to face with Clay, then the fun begins.

I get why Gabby wants to go to college and to do that one thing she wants to do, but then I also saw how guarded she was when it came to her heart and her secrets, she would rather run then trust anyone with who she is. I was rather disappointed in her downright bitchyness towards Clay. I get guarded and making him work for her heart but I didn’t care for some of her insensitive coldness towards him because some of it was more than uncalled for and truly cruel. I think Gabby was a better person when she dropped the butt head attitude.

Hope(less) starts out a little on the slow side but picks up momentum as the story progresses into a strong steady pace with little to no edits, making this story well worth my time. I have no secret of the fact that I am not a big fan of first-person story lines but I believe that Hope(less) and its counterpart will be the exception. In fact, I found it a challenge because I chose the read Hope(less) and Clay’s Hope as the same time, moving back and forth every few chapters so I was getting both sides. I should have Clay’s Hope review up in a day or to so check back soon.

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When I was looking up basic information to share about Hope(less) I noticed that there is an updated cover and have also included it in this review. I do want to state for the record that for some reason I really like the first cover with just the eyes but then again the second cover looks more compelling, I think that is the word I am looking for.

Book’s Blurb
Freedom is so close Gabby can taste it. After years of meeting single werewolves and successfully dodging the mating bullet, she’s on her way to her last Introduction to say “No, thanks” one final time. As a human, she has no plans to attach herself to a werewolf. But, she didn’t count on meeting Clay.

With a single look, Gabby knows Clay is the one. And, unfortunately, he knows it too. The silent, ruggedly-handsome werewolf is determined to win his mate by any means necessary. Gabby does what any sane girl would do and runs. Not only does Clay follow, but something truly dangerous does as well.

Now, hunted for the secrets she’s spent her whole life protecting, Gabby must turn to the one man she didn’t want for the help she needs. Time is running out to discover who or what wants her, and Gabby’s just starting to realize there’s more at stake than the heart and freedom of one human girl.

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TOUR: Midnight Wreckage by Winter Travers

Title: Midnight Wreckage

Series: Kings of Vengeance MC #4
Author: Winter Travers
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: July 29, 2020


Goodreads Review – “Omg Winter had my rolling with is one..”

Goodreads Review – “Love this author’s writing & the way individual & connected storylines flow. Looking forward to the next installment of this series!! :)”

Goodreads Review – “I absolutely loved this latest book in the Kings of Vengeance MC series!!”

Don’t mess with the Kings of Vengeance…

I may not have been raised on the right side of the tracks, but there are two things in life you never mess with: women and children.

With the world of the Kings going crazy, the overwhelming urge to keep Queenie safe is just as strong as the need to find Gunner.

Anyone who threatens the Kings or what I’ve claimed as my own better pray I never find them.

Vengeance is coming.

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Wall Street Journal and USA Today bestselling author Winter Travers is a devoted wife, mother, and aunt turned author who was born and raised in Wisconsin. After a brief stint in South Carolina following her heart to chase the man who is now her hubby, they retreated back up North to the changing seasons, and to the place they now call home.

Winter spends her days writing happily ever afters, and her nights being a karate mom hauling her son to practices and tournaments.. She also has an addiction to anything MC related, puppies, and baking.




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COVER: His Princess by Stacy Gail

Title: His Princess

Series: House of Payne World Novella
Author: Stacy Gail
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 13, 2020


“Got a name, my princess?”
When Joelle Fielding attends a function for Chicago’s society elites, she’s stunned to find herself swept off her feet by a man who believes that not only is she a princess, but that she’s HIS princess. Falling in love at first sight isn’t a part of her career-oriented life goals, but with the sexy Gus Bloch insisting she’s meant for him, those life goals might be changing.
By fourteen, Gus had been on his own on the Southside’s mean streets. When life had been at its bleakest, he’d dreamed of his future and the kind of woman he would someday share his life with. One look at Joelle, and he knows he’s finally found her. Nothing will stop him from convincing her that he’s the man for her—not even Joelle herself.
Joelle has never wanted anyone like she wants Gus, but all too soon insta-love and the demands of reality find themselves on a collision course. Is Gus really the man for her when he’s forced to see she’s no one’s princess?
36,000 words
***This novella is a standalone prequel to the novel, HOUSE OF PAYNE: LOKI. Because of that, this novella has only a small epilogue (sorry!). There are no love triangles, cheating, or cliffhangers. HEA guaranteed. Due to adult language and sexual content, this novella is not intended for people under the age of eighteen.***
“Yep. You’ve got a nice stroke.” She had a nice everything, and damn, when she leaned over the pool table, her off-the-shoulder sweater gapped so he could see those lush breasts cradled in purple lace. Desire thrummed through his veins, until his skin felt too tight for his body. “You’re not thinking of hustling me, are you, my lady?”

“Me?” Keeping her gaze on the layout of the balls, she slowly circled the table. “Don’t be silly, Gus. Whoever heard of a girl who could play pool?”

“Holy shit,” he chuckled as he watched her zero in on a shot he’d already spied. A half second later, she sank another solid. “You’re totally fuckin’ hustling me.”

“It’s impossible to hustle you when we’re not betting on anything.”

“Then let’s bet on something.”

“Sounds fun.” Supremely confident and looking like she loved the whole world, Joelle beamed at him from across the table. “Name it. Seven in the side pocket, by the way.”

Now she was calling her shots. Holy hell. “If I win, you spend the night with me.”

She seemed to pause a half-second before she reached for some chalk. As she chalked up her cue stick, she gave him a long, considering look. “Deal.”
A competitive figure skater from the age of eight, Stacy Gail began writing stories in between events to pass the time. By fourteen, she told her parents she was either going to be a figure skating coach who was also a published romance author, or a romance author who was also a figure skating pro. Now, with a day job of playing on the ice with her students, and writing everything from steampunk to cyberpunk, contemporary to paranormal at night, both dreams have come true.

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COVER: Nothing Else Matters by Allana Walker

Title: Nothing Else Matters
Series: The Demon Disciples MC #2
Author: Allana Walker
Genre: Dark MC Romance
Release Date: September 3, 2020
Cover Design: The Pretty Little Design Co.

Secrets and lies.
They never stay buried.
Old ghosts come to haunt Daria Denver and Striker Xanders.
Truths will be unearthed.
Will they find their way back to each other and let their love survive these threats?
Or will it tear them apart forever?
Nothing Else Matters when you have the one you love by your side.
Right?
⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️
This book contains sensitive subjects that some readers may find distressing and uncomfortable.

Allana lives in Dundee, Scotland with her husband and two daughters.

She has always had a passion for reading and until a few years ago, started secretly writing. She had always debated sharing it but never had the confidence to do so, until now. In her words; ‘Life is too short to regret things we could have done and wishing the should’ve, would’ve, could’ve’s.’

She wants to show, not only her daughters but to everyone else, that you can do whatever you want when you put your mind to it.

She loves reading a range of genres, particularly MC, Mafia, and romance.

Other than reading and writing, Allana loves to help out other authors, watching WWE, dancing around the room with her daughters, or at the cinema with her husband. She also loves to bake, it’s her stress reliever.

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RELEASE: Best Friend’s Sister by Alexis Winter


Title: Best Friend’s Sister
Series: Slade Brothers Series
Author: Alexis Winter
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 3, 2020
Cover Design: Cosmic Covers


We weren’t destined to be together, in fact we were strictly forbidden.
The moment my eyes land on my brother’s best friend, my childhood crush comes flooding back.
If I was still the good little girl he remembered, I’d tell him exactly who I am.
Instead, I only have one thing on my mind—showing him exactly the kind of woman I’ve become.
I’ve screwed up so many times in my life, it’s starting to feel like it’s all I know how to do.
So what’s another notch in my belt of bad decisions.
Besides, I’m not looking for forever—just the one thing I never thought I’d get.
Him, for one night.
So after one delicious night of passion, I thought our fun was in the past…
Until I walk in to my brother’s apartment and meet his new roommate—Hudson Slade.
The look of shock doesn’t surprise me, but the regret in his eyes cuts deep.
Even more surprising, the way my heart skips when our eyes meet.
The one time in my life I make the right decision, and fall for the kind of guy I deserve, I’m still stuck with disappointment because the right choice means betraying my brother.
I’m not ready for this to end, I never will be.
This can only end in heartbreak—I know that.
Deep down, I think he does too.
He’s just not ready to admit it yet
But it’s better to jump from a sinking ship than to drown with it.


CHAPTER ONE — HUDSON

“It’s good to see ya,” Drake says as he pulls me in for a hug.

“Thanks for picking me up,” I reply, smacking him on the back as we pull apart.

He’s wearing a wide smile, dark eyes shining with the bright summer sun. “Of course. You didn’t think I’d leave my little brother stranded at the airport, did ya?” He picks up my military-issued duffle and tosses it into the back of his truck.

“Well, it was short notice.” I climb into the passenger seat.

He gets behind the wheel and twists the key in the ignition. “What’s your plans now that you’ve been honorably discharged?”

I take a deep breath and shrug. “No idea. I’ve been thinking about trying to get a job with the police or fire department.”

“You know you always have a place at the brewery,” he offers.

I nod. “I know, and I do plan on putting in some time there, but I need something with a little more…”

“Danger?” He laughs out.

I smirk. “I was thinking adventure.”

“Oh, right, right.” He nods along in agreement. “So, where ya staying?”

Again, I have absolutely nothing planned out. “I figured I’d just crash at the motel or something.”

“What? No way! You can stay at the house with me and Celeste.”

“You got the room?”

He nods. “Well, the spare bedroom is now Ty’s, but he usually sleeps in the bassinet in our room anyway. We can blow up an air mattress and throw it down on the floor.”

“How is my little nephew?” I ask, suddenly realizing how much I’ve missed. I’m the only single guy in the family now, and if it’s up to me, it will stay that way for a while. I need to learn to be on my own. I went from living at home with Dad to the military. I’ve never gotten the chance to be an adult.

“He’s good. Growing like a weed. In fact, you have a lot of new family to meet.”

“I know. I mean, I’m gone for a couple of years and the next thing I know, every single one of my brothers is reproducing. Even Wyatt. I never saw that coming.”

Drake laughs. “Yeah, neither did we. He was off the rails for a long time. But Destiny, she knows how to reel him in. So, you’ll stay with us?”

I nod. “Yeah, for a little while. Just until I find a place of my own.”

“You know, you could be like the rest of us and take your plot of land. Build something all your own.”

“I plan to…one of these days. Right now, I just want to relax, unwind, and enjoy catching up with some friends. I want to make sure I want to stay here. I mean, Wyatt went out and traveled the world. I haven’t seen anything worth seeing.” I saw a lot of shit I wish I didn’t though. Most of it still gives me nightmares. Hopefully, I can keep them at bay. 

He reaches over and pats my shoulder. “You can stay as long as you’d like. And Colton insisted on fixing up this old truck for Celeste, but she won’t drive the thing. You can use it until you find something else, if you want.”

I smile over at him. “Thanks, man. This was all so spur of the moment that I really haven’t had time to plan anything.”

“No need to thank me. I’m just glad to finally have you back home.”

The rest of the drive to his house is quiet. We talk here and there, but mostly, I just gaze out the window, noticing how much everything has changed since the last time I’ve been home. It seems like forever ago, even though it’s only been a few years. 

Drake points out Colton’s new house as we drive by, and he makes sure to show me the new addition to the brewery he’d built. He tells me about some of the business at the brewery, but to be honest, that never interested me much. Growing up and being the youngest, I spent a lot of my time at the brewery with Dad. The other guys had already chased off most of the babysitters that Dad had hired, so when it came to me and Wyatt, there wasn’t anyone around. Dad had no other option but to take us to work with him. I think I spent more time at that brewery than I did our house. The day I was finally old enough to be trusted to stay home alone was a day I celebrated. I never had the heart to argue with Dad about going to the brewery. It was his life’s work. He worked so hard and he was so proud of the company’s growth. And whether I like to admit it or not, I’ve always been the type of person who kept my feelings inside. I’m not into sharing my emotions. I’ve always wanted to do what’s been asked of me and do the right thing. My brothers have always called me a suck-up when it came to Dad and a pushover when it came to everyone else. I just don’t have it in me to fight and argue. You’ll win every time simply because I don’t have any interest in being right or winning.

When we pull into the drive, Celeste comes out holding a baby in her arms. She’s wearing a wide smile and waving, her blonde hair blowing in the light summer breeze. I’ve only met Celeste one time, but I remember her being kind and welcoming.

“Are you sure she’s not going to have a problem with this?” I ask, opening my door to climb out.

“Yes, it was her idea,” he says, stepping out and moving toward the back to get my bag.

The two of us walk up to the porch. Celeste quickly kisses Drake before moving over to me. She gives me a one-armed hug as she holds the baby with the other.

“It’s good to see you again,” she says, squeezing me tightly.

I hug her gently, afraid of hurting the baby in her arms. “It’s nice to see you again too. How have you been? How’s this little guy?” I take his small hand in mine and shake it gently back and forth. He offers up a toothless grin.

“Good, getting bigger every day. You guys hungry? Dinner is ready,” she says, looking between the two of us.

I nod. “I’m starving. I haven’t eaten real food all day.”

We all move into the house where the kitchen table is already set for three. In the center is a platter that holds grilled chicken that looks to be smothered in garlic butter. The chicken sits on a bed of mushrooms and onions. There’s mashed potatoes, some fresh vegetables, and dinner rolls. Just smelling the food makes my mouth water. I can’t tell you the last time I was able to just sit down and eat good food with good company. 

Celeste goes to lay the baby down while Drake and I start making our plates.

“This all smells delicious,” I say, scooping out a big portion of mashed potatoes.

He laughs as he watches me. “Been a while since you ate real food, huh?”

“That’s okay, Hudson. You eat all that you can handle,” Celeste says, taking her seat between Drake and me.

I offer her a kind smile. “Thank you, Celeste.” I shoot Drake a look that causes him to laugh.

Once I have my plate made, I sit down and start eating. Being in the military, I’m used to scarfing it down. I’ve done it so long now that I don’t know how to eat at a normal pace anymore. When I look up, Celeste and Drake are both starting at me.

“What?” I ask, mouth full of food as I look down at my nearly empty plate and then to their full ones. “Oh, I forgot I’m not in the mess hall. Sorry.” I forced myself to swallow the food in my mouth.

Celeste, being the sweet, kindhearted woman she is, smiles sweetly. “You’re just fine, Hudson. I’m sure all you need is just time to adjust to this new life. What do you plan on doing next?” She places the smallest bit of chicken in her mouth. 

I wipe my mouth with the cloth napkin on my lap and take a drink of the beer I was given. I shrug. “I honestly have no idea just yet. I wasn’t exactly planning this. I mean, in a weird way, it feels like I just got out of high school and I’m trying to pick a path all over again. I never thought I’d be out of the military this early in my life.”

She nods, understanding. “Well, I’m sure Drake has something for you down at the brewery,” she mentions.

Drake speaks up. “I already offered. Hudson needs something a little more, what word did you use? Adventurous,” he says, the corners of his mouth lifting upward.

Celeste lets out a giggle. “I’m sure sitting behind a desk doesn’t seem like much fun compared to dodging bullets as they whiz by your head.”

“I’m just…very active. I’m not good when it comes to sitting down for a long period of time and having to concentrate on paperwork. In fact, I think I’m going to go for a jog. That was a long ride home. I can’t remember the last time I sat still this long. Thanks for dinner, Celeste. It was delicious,” I say, standing and pushing my chair back. 

I grab my bag out of the living room floor, and Drake points me in the direction of my room. I walk into the room and close the door behind me, breathing in a deep breath of relief. I look around the room to find everything set up for a nursery. There’s a crib, changing table, rocking chair, and more stuffed animals than any one kid needs. Looking around this room only confirms my thoughts. I shouldn’t be here. This is Drake’s life, his family. I need to find my own place, my own life. 

I quickly change into a pair of basketball shorts and tennis shoes. I hook up my wireless earbuds and slip in my armband, and loud music begins to blare. On the porch, I take a minute to stretch before pushing myself forward.

As I jog down the old gravel road, I start to relax. As my lungs work for oxygen, my heart beats faster and faster. This is how I like to live my life. Fast. Alone. Nothing is standing in my way, and I’m not standing in anyone else’s way. There’s no one to answer to. No one to worry about. It’s just me, the road, and the sound of my heart.

My first order of business will be to find myself a place to live. I don’t like bumming off my brothers. I don’t like feeling like I’m interrupting their lives. I need to find my own place, my own way.

A car speeds past me, and I don’t think anything of it until I see the car stop up ahead. I continue on with my jog until I come to a stop at the open passenger side window. I bend down, wondering if whoever is driving is okay.

“Hudson?” a guy’s voice asks. 

My eyes lock with Brad Olsen, an old pal of mine. I smile wide. “Hey, man! What have you been up to?”

He laughs as he throws the car in park and gets out. He heads around the front of the car where we meet for a handshake and a hug. 

“I can’t believe you’re back here! Where ya been? How’a been?” He runs his hand through his dark hair, pushing it away from his forehead.

I nod. “I’m good. I was just discharged, so I came back home to pick up where I left off. How about you? Last I heard from you, your mom was moving your family upstate.” That was when we were still in high school. I had no idea he’d moved back.

“I’m good,” he says, nodding his head. “I moved back a few months ago. Got a job at the brewery. I got an apartment in town. Where you staying?”

“I just got back today, so I’m crashing with my brother until I find a place.”

“I got an extra room if you want it. I’ve been looking for a roommate, but most of the guys I work with already have a place. I don’t know many people in town anymore.” He slides his hands into his jean pockets. The action only draws my attention to the fresh ink on his tanned arms.

I want to ask about them, but figure now isn’t the time. It seems that Brad has changed quite a bit over the years. The Brad I knew was a straight-A student. He didn’t have many friends and never got in trouble. He was in charge of all the academic clubs and always made honor roll. I thought he would’ve gone to college and been sitting at the top of a skyscraper by now, not standing in this small town, working for my brother, and covered in ink.

“Yeah? You care if I swing by tomorrow? Check it out?”

“Yeah, man. Absolutely. I work the midnight shift at the brewery, so you could swing by around three in the afternoon after I wake up?”

I smile and nod. “Yeah, that sounds good.”

“Let me get your number and I’ll text you the address.”

We quickly exchange numbers before we go our separate ways. I turn around and jog back to Drake’s as he climbs behind the wheel and heads toward town.

It’s going on eight when I make it back. The house is quiet, with the two of them cuddled up on the couch. Drake asks if I want to join them to watch TV, but I turn them down, opting to take a shower to get out of the house for a little while. As long as I’m staying here, I’m going to try to be as scarce as possible. I don’t want to cramp their style. The less they see of me, the better.

I shower quickly, then pull on a pair of jeans, my boots, and an old fitted T-shirt before climbing behind the wheel of the beat-up truck. The engine turns over with the first try, the roar cutting through the silence of the evening. I pray that the loud motor doesn’t wake the baby, so I back out of the drive as fast as possible.

I roll the windows down and let the country air blow through the cab of the truck. With every bump of the gravel road, the body squeaks and squeals. The scent of honeysuckle fills my nose, mixing with the smell of the dry earth and sunbaked asphalt.

I drive through town and find nowhere to go other than a bar. With it being a Friday night, there are already several cars in the parking lot. I pull up to the side of the building and climb out, heading inside. The sound of loud country music fills my ears as I walk in. The smell of stale beer washes over me. I take in the place, noticing a few guys playing pool in the back, a couple of people sitting at the tables around the room, and a few older men sitting at the bar. 

I take a seat by myself and order a beer to kill some time. I was hoping to run into some old friends, but it doesn’t seem like many are left. Most of them went away to college and I can only assume that once they finished, they moved on to bigger cities for their dream career or to start a family of their own. Sitting alone makes me wish that I’d asked Brad to join me, but I’m sure he probably has to work tonight.

I sit and drink beer after beer, randomly talking to the men at the bar and, sometimes, the bartender when she throws in her two cents. There’s no serious talk. It’s all just random shit about the town or the shape of the economy and the state of our county. The place never fills up, but I keep an eye on the door, watching as people go in and out. 

I can’t help but notice when a woman walks in. I’ve never seen her before, but when my eyes meet hers, something familiar I can’t place washes over me. She’s tall and thin. She has dark hair that’s stick straight and hangs down to her round ass. Her dark eyes are almond-shaped, and her plump lips turn up into a grin as she takes me in. 

My eyes travel from her tanned legs to her big tits, which she’s managed to trap under her tight white tank top. She comes to a stop beside me, setting her purse on the bar as she digs out some money while ordering a drink. When the bartender comes back with a pink drink, I slide a twenty over to her.

“It’s on me.”

The woman at my side smiles. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure.” I nod my head in her direction. I turn my attention back to the beer in my hand and tip it back, taking a long drink.

She scoots over, taking the empty barstool between us. “I’m Danielle,” she says, holding out her hand.

“I’m Hudson.” I shake her hand and the moment we touch, every hair on my body stands on end. “You from around here?”

She shakes her head. “Nah, I live in Denver. I just graduated college. I’m just here spending the summer with some family before real life kicks in.” She offers up a smile of her perfectly straight, white teeth. Her lips are painted a deep red, making her teeth sparkle that much more. “What about you?”

“I was born and raised here. I managed to get out for a few years. I was in the military. But I’ve been discharged and just got back today.”

“Mmm, I’ve always loved a man in a uniform,” she says, running the tips of her fingers around the rim of her glass.

She’s flirting with me, and it makes my dick harden. It’s been a long time since I’ve been with a woman—at least six months since the last random fling I had back in Germany. I wish I had a place to take her to, but it’s not like I have my own apartment yet. 

“Wanna dance?” she asks, looking at me from beneath her long, dark eyelashes.

I down the rest of my beer and stand up, holding out my arm for her. She slips her arm around mine and follows as I lead her to the dance floor. The song is soft and slow as I spin her around to face me. She lands perfectly in my arms and I pull her close. Her big tits press against my chest, and I breathe in her scent of jasmine and vanilla.

She wraps her arms around my neck and her breath blows across my neck, only teasing me more. Every muscle in my body hardens as I try to hold off the flood of need and want that holding her brings on. It’s been so long, I would fuck her in the bathroom if she’d let me. With that thought, my dick twitches.

Her eyes widen and leap up to mine. She must have felt me harden against her. Her tongue comes out, wetting her bottom lip. “Wanna go someplace little more quiet? Just the two of us?” Her fingers thread into the back of my hair. Her touch is so soft, my eyes want to flutter closed.

“I just got into town. I don’t have a place yet,” I say, wanting to kick myself for letting Drake talk me out of getting that motel room.

Without warning, she presses her lips to mine, her tongue coming out and pushing its way into my mouth. My eyes close as my hands pull her closer. She kisses me fast and hard, one hand tugging at my hair while the other falls down between us, fisting around my shirt.

My hands move from her hips around to her ass, which I squeeze. She lets out a gasp before pulling away.

“You drive here?”

I’m breathless from our kiss but I nod.

She flashes a teasing smile. “Then let’s go.”

CHAPTER TWO — DEVEN
The moment I walk into the bar, my eyes land on Hudson Slade—a guy I’ve had a crush on for as long as I can remember. He and my brother were the best of friends back in high school, back before Mama moved us to Denver. I was only a little girl then, someone that wasn’t even on Hudson Slade’s radar. It’s easy to see that he doesn’t recognize me. If he does, he doesn’t let on. Instead of telling him my first name, I give him my middle name and he seems to accept it. I know that if I tell him my first name, he’ll place me in a heartbeat. Not many girls have the name Deven. I don’t know if he and my brother are still close, but I know he won’t ever go for his old friend’s little sister.

But it’s not like I’m expecting a lifelong relationship here either. I just want the one thing I never thought I’d get. Him, for one night. It’s been years since we’d seen one another, and I grew up a lot in that time. I’m no longer the geeky little girl with braces and Coke-bottle glasses. My ugly duckling phase is over, and it seems like Hudson is turned on by the swan I’ve become. If I was still the good little girl he remembered, I’d insist on a real date: dinner, dancing, a bed. But I’m not that good little girl anymore. I’m an adult now. I’ve had more boyfriends than I can keep track of and more hook-ups than I should be willing to admit. Leading him out to the parking lot, I only have one thing on my mind: showing him what I’ve become.

He seems to pick up on where I’m going. He tugs my hand, spinning me around to face him. In the same second, he pulls me to his chest, his mouth finding mine. I wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him hard and fast, blind passion boiling between us. His strong hands find my hips, and he picks me up against him where my legs wrap around his waist. He presses my back to the cool metal truck door, giving his hands the chance to tour my body.

The side of the bar doesn’t have any lights, so it’s rather dark compared to the front of the building. There’s only a little light that makes it to the far back corner, just enough to give a little glimpse here and there. But with his mouth on mine and his hands touching my body, I couldn’t force my eyes open if I wanted to. Hudson Slade was the sexiest guy I’d ever laid eyes on, and time has only intensified his good looks. His dark hair is kept shorter than he used to keep it, but I’m sure that’s more about the military than his personal preference. He’s tall and thin, but rock hard, his biceps nearly the size of my thighs. And they’re covered in black and gray ink. His face, that’s what’s always gets me though. His eyes are blue, the bluest blue I’ve ever seen. They’re like ice water on a hot summer day. His angular jaw has a five o’clock shadow that gives me goosebumps when it scrapes against my soft skin. Hudson Slade has always been untouchable to me, and just knowing that he’s soon going to slide into me makes me want to come undone with the slightest touch.

He opens the passenger side door of the truck and lowers me on the seat with him between my legs. His hand slides up my inner thigh, making me call out. My hands find the hem of his shirt, and I pull it up his chest. He breaks our kiss for a moment, just long enough to pull the shirt off and toss it into the footwell, then his mouth is back on mine. 

As his hand climbs higher up my thigh, I pull my tank top over my head. Our kiss slows and breaks completely. He watches with fire in his eyes as I unclasp my bra and let it fall to the floor. He swallows, causing his Adam’s apple to bob in his throat. He wets his lips, and without warning, he moves in, capturing my nipple in his mouth.

My head falls back as a moan leaves my lips. He sucks my nipple before flicking his tongue against it. While his mouth stays busy on my breast, his hand moves up, finding my panties and pulling them down my legs. I lift my hips up, allowing him to slide them off me. He tosses them into the floor next to the rest of our clothing.

“Do you have a condom?” I ask, breathless, enjoying the way his mouth works.

He pulls away completely and reaches behind him for his wallet. Seconds later, he’s taking out the foil packet and tossing his wallet onto the dash. After checking around us, he unbuttons his jeans and lowers his fly. Ripping the package open with his teeth, he removes the condom and pushes his jeans past his hips. His long, thick cock springs free.

My muscles tighten in anticipation as I watch him roll the condom over his length. Seconds later, his hands are back on my hips, pulling me to the edge of the seat. My skirt slides up to my waist as he positions himself at my entrance. With his mouth on mine, he pushes into me, making me gasp at the pain and the pleasure that surges through my body. He lets out the softest of moans into my mouth before sliding out and pushing back in.

With each thrust, I get closer and closer to my release. Every time he pushes into me, he uses more force. My arms, which are stretched out behind me, supporting me, give out and I have no choice but to lay back in the seat as he claims my body. Waves of pleasure wash over me, lighting my body on fire and causing tingles to spread over me. I tighten around him and he doubles his efforts, pushing me over the edge. My release hits me like a brick wall. I crumble and give in to the pleasure coursing through my veins. I can’t do anything but hang on for dear life as I ride out every last wave of my release.

He pulls out of me quickly and for a moment, I’m worried that our time is over, but then he flips me over so I’m bent over the seat with my feet on the ground and he slides back into me, claiming me in a whole different way. I call out his name. In this position, he seems even bigger than before. He thrusts into me forcefully, never slowing or easing off. Before I know it, I’m coming undone again. He lets out a deep moan as his hips become more erratic, less precise. With one last grunt, his hips come to a stop and he bends over and rests his head against my back to catch his breath.

I’m completely breathless, my heart pounding a million times a minute. I can’t move, can’t feel my toes. It feels like every hair on my body is standing on end, like every nerve ending is tingling and vibrating. Without warning, he removes himself from me. I feel cold and empty without him, and a little sad that our one night together is over. I pull my skirt back down into its rightful place as I watch him remove the condom. He tosses it into a trash can at the corner of the building before replacing his clothes.

I pull on my bra and tank top as he turns to face me.

“Do you need a ride home?” he asks, grabbing his wallet off the dash and sliding it back into his pocket.

“No, I have my car here,” I tell him, wrapping my arms around myself. I suddenly feel a chill as the summer breeze blows against my sweaty skin.

He nods once. “Okay, well, I should get going. It’s getting late, and I’m crashing at my brother’s. I don’t want to come in late and wake them up.”

“Okay,” I say, nodding my head the same way he is. Things feel awkward now. I wonder if he’s realizing who I really am.

“Thanks for the good time. I hope we run into one another again in the future.”

I force a smile onto my face. “Me too,” I reply, backing away from his truck, toward the front of the building where I parked my car.

I turn around to make the journey a little quicker, and I hear his loud truck start up, the roar of the engine cutting into the quiet night. I suddenly realize that I’m not wearing my underwear, but when I look up, he’s turning out of the parking lot. I guess I’ll never get those back.

***

I wake in the morning when Brad makes it home from work. He walks into the apartment and slams the door closed behind him. I’m asleep on the couch, so I jump awake.

“What the hell, man,” I mumble as I rub my hands over my face.

He looks down at me on the couch and then to his watch. “It’s going on seven. Why are you still in bed? I thought we had an agreement?”

“I know, I know. I was just up late. I have my alarm set for seven-thirty,” I promise. “I’m going job hunting today.”

He snorts. “I hope so. I can barely support myself, let alone you too. You want to crash here, you’re going to have to help out with the rent.”

“I know. We already talked about this, remember?” I roll my eyes as I swing my feet off the couch and onto the floor.

“I may have a roommate. He’s coming to check out the place this afternoon, so get your shit out of there, will ya?”

“Yeah, yeah,” I mumble, pushing myself up from the couch and heading for the bathroom.

I quickly take a shower and get out before Brad comes banging on the door. He works midnights at the brewery, and he always comes home in the mornings, eats breakfast, then takes a shower before going to bed. I know me taking a morning shower could really interfere with his routine, and I’ve listened to him bitch enough lately. 

I wrap myself in a towel and head to the guest bedroom to get dressed and fix my hair and makeup for the day. I hate job hunting, but Brad is right. He can barely afford this place on his own, and I’m an adult now. I shouldn’t expect him to take care of me. I’ll find a job and help pull my weight around here until I have enough saved up to get a place of my own. I just need a little time, that’s all.

I dress in a pair of skinny jeans and pull on a brown pair of knee-high boots. It’s probably way too hot out for jeans and boots, but I don’t think going job hunting in a pair of cut off jean shorts will help me land a job. I find a cute short-sleeved top and pull it on before checking myself over one more time. I add a little makeup, but not a lot. I don’t want to look like I’m trying too hard.

By the time I’m leaving the apartment, Brad is already in bed and the place is dead quiet. I close the door behind me as silently as I can before rushing down the stairs to my car. When I start my car, I see that I only have a quarter of a tank of gas left. I open my purse and dig out my wallet, finding fifteen dollars and sixty-four cents. That’s all the money I have.

I let out a long breath and shift into drive to hit up the gas station. I put ten dollars worth of gas in my tank, leaving me with five dollars and sixty-four cents for breakfast. I know the diner will cost more than what I have, so I settle with a small cup of gas station coffee and a sleeve of mini donuts. After everything is paid for, I have exactly twenty-three cents to my name. I climb back behind the wheel and drop the change into the cup holder. 

I pick up my phone, thankful that the bill was just paid, and start looking for any place in town that may be hiring. As I scroll, I sip my coffee and nibble on my donuts. A car pulls up behind me and honks their horn, suddenly reminding me that I’m still parked at the gas pump. “Okay, sorry,” I mumble, even though I know they can’t hear me. I drop my phone into my lap and start up the car to pull away from the pump.

I drive down Main Street, looking at all the businesses. I decide to just pull over and inside to ask if they’re hiring or if I can fill out an application. I pull to the side of the road and finish up my breakfast before getting out and going into the nearest business.

I spend my morning walking up and down Main Street. I fill out application after application, talking with managers and business owners. All of them promise to call as soon as they have something come up, but nobody is in need of help right now. I feel dejected as I’m walking back to the car down the street. When I look up, I notice a little boutique that I haven’t been in yet. The store looks cute with its dressed-up mannequins in the window. On the other side of the door is another window that holds a big table full of sparkling jewelry. This looks like the perfect place for me.

I look both ways before crossing the street and heading inside the boutique.

“Welcome to Destiny’s Boutique,” a little blonde says from behind the register. 

I smile and head for the counter, noticing that the woman behind the register is holding a baby to her chest. “Aw, how cute!”

She smiles. “Thanks, he just fell asleep. Let me lay him down and I’ll be right with you.”

“Take your time,” I tell her, moving down the counter to look at the racks of earrings.

Everything in this little store is adorable. There’s jewelry, shoes, purses, perfume, candles, and clothes. I wish I had my own store like this. I want to laugh at that thought. Maybe I’ll open one with the few cents I threw in my cup holder.

“How can I help you?” she asks, moving back to the register. “Are you looking for anything specific?”

“Yes, actually,” I say, heading back her way to stand directly in front of her. “I’m looking for a job. You wouldn’t happen to be hiring, would you?”

“Actually, I was just about to start looking. One of my girls had to leave, and I’m looking for fill her position. Have you ever worked at a clothing store before?”

I nod. “I’ve worked at a few stores in the mall back in Denver.”

“Denver? Are you planning on staying here a while?”

I nod again. “Yeah, I recently made the move here. I’m staying with my brother right now, but I’m wanting to get my own place…sooner rather than later.”

She holds out her hand. “I’m Destiny. This is my place.”

I shake her hand. “I’m Deven. It’s nice to meet you. I’m really loving your store.” I look around at all the cute clothes I wish I could buy.

She smiles sweetly. “Thank you. Would you like to come back to my office and we can have an impromptu interview?”

“Yes, thank you,” I say, following her back to her office where the baby is asleep.

“Don’t worry, he’s a deep sleeper. You have any kids?”

I shake my head. “No, no kids.”

“Married?” she asks.

“Nope, not that either.” I laugh out.

“Boyfriend?”

I press my lips together. “I hope this isn’t me failing your quiz,” I joke.

She laughs. “Not at all. I was just trying to determine how busy you are. Most people who have kids or are married prefer to work only Monday through Friday only so that they can enjoy a little time with their loved ones on the weekends.”

“I will take anything you have open. I’ll work nights, weekends, it doesn’t matter. I just really need a job.”

She smiles and holds out her hand. “You’re hired.”

I smile wide. “Really?” I ask, lifting my hand to shake.

“Really. Can you start right now? I can walk you through the register.”

“Yes, please,” I say, standing back up to follow after her.

I notice an envelope on her desk that reads: Destiny Slade. I can’t hold back my burning questions. “Are you related to Hudson Slade?”

She nods. “That’s my brother-in-law. How do you know him?” she asks, glancing back at me as she heads toward the register.

“Oh, he and my brother used to be really good friends back in high school. Which one are you with?”

“Wyatt,” she answers.

I nod. “I was so young, I barely remember Hudson,” I lie. “I never met any of his brothers.”

“How old are you?” she asks.

“Eighteen. I just graduated high school in Denver.”

“Any plans for college?” 

I shrug. “I still haven’t made up my mind yet. I can’t really afford it right now, and I don’t want to worry about student loans. If anything, I might pick up some online classes or something until I make my decision.”

The rest of the day, Destiny walks me through using the register and how to open and close the store. We talk and get to know one another throughout the day. She’s super nice, friendly, and funny, and I can easily see myself becoming good friends with her. The store closes up at five, and she walks me through everything that needs to be done before giving me a key to open in the morning.

I get back to the apartment around five-thirty. I open the door and rush inside. “I got a job!” I cheer.

Brad is sitting on the couch, a beer in his hand. Another guy, I’m assuming the friend who’s looking at the apartment, is sitting in the chair with his back to me.

Brad’s eyes stretch wide. “What? That’s great news! Where at?” He rushes up to hug me. 

“Destiny’s Boutique,” I answer, hugging him back.

When he pulls away, he says, “Dev, this is my friend, Hudson. You remember him, right?” He points toward the man, and he turns his upper body around to see me.

I’m face to face with Hudson Slade. His blue eyes stretch wide and his jaw drops as he looks over at me. I watch as his eyes take me in from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. Finally, he stands and moves to Brad’s side. “This is Deven? Your little sister?” he asks, eyes bouncing back and forth between me and Brad while his index finger stays pointed at me.

Brad smiles. “Yeah, it’s been a while, I know. She’s really grown up, hasn’t she?” Brad puts his arm around my shoulders and pulls me to his side. “She just graduated high school and moved here to be with her big brother.”

“High school…” Hudson says, eyebrows skyrocketing. He holds out his hand to shake, a little smirk playing on his lips.

“Good to see you again,” I say with a knowing smile as I reach out and shake his hand.

He shakes his head so lightly that only I see it, and he lets out a little puff of air as the corners of his mouth stay turned up. “Yeah, you too. It’s been a long time. I didn’t even recognize you.”

“Hey, let’s celebrate. How about some pizza and beer?” Brad offers. He nudges my side. “As long as you won’t tell Mom that I’m letting you have a beer.”

I scoff, my eyes never leaving Hudson and his never leaving me. “I don’t even talk to Mom,” I reply.

“Good. I’ll be right back. Hudson, you good?” he asks as he starts to turn for the door.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Hudson says, finally forcing his eyes off of me.

Brad walks out and leaves the two of us alone. You could cut the tension between us with a knife. He watches as I slowly walk around the chair and sit on the couch. Slowly, he sits back down in the chair.

“Danielle, huh?” he asks, brows drawn together in anger or annoyance.

“Deven Danielle,” I say, trying to prove to him that I wasn’t exactly lying.

“Did you know who I was last night?”

This time, I do lie. “I knew you looked familiar, but I couldn’t place you. It wasn’t until later when I connected the dots.”

“And you haven’t told your brother?”

“Tell my brother that his eighteen-year-old sister has a fake ID that I used to get into a bar and then to fuck his friend? No, that must have slipped my mind.” I roll my eyes. How stupid does he think I am?

“Good. He can never know.” His eyes are wide. “Understood?”

I nod once. “Agreed.”

There’s a long silence between us for a couple of minutes. Finally, I feel so awkward, I have to break it. “So, you’re moving in here too?”

“Too?” he asks, eyes bouncing back up to me, surprise filling them. “You live here?” He points at the floor.

I shrug. “Well, I’m staying here for the time being. Just until I have enough money saved up to get my own place. Brad kind of saved me when I got kicked out of our mom’s boyfriend’s house.”

He hangs his head, shaking it as he rubs his eyes. “This is just fucking great,” he says under his breath.

“What is?”

“You. Me. Both of us living here with this huge secret between us.” He balls his hands into fists, causing his knuckles to crack. “He’s going to find out, you know?”

I laugh. “How’s he going to find out? I’m not saying anything. You’re not saying anything.”

“I’m going to have a guilty look on my face every time you walk into the room.”

I shake my head. “Oh, come on. What’s to feel guilty about? I’m legal. It was consensual. Nothing has been broken here. It’s not like you were my first.” I flash him a quick smile. “You were my favorite though. I can’t wait until we do it again.” I’m only teasing him, partly. 

He jumps up and paces the floor. “Oh, no! It can never happen again.”

“Why not? Didn’t you enjoy yourself?”

He scoffs. “Of course I enjoyed myself.” He comes to a stop as he slides his hands into his jean pockets. “You’re…I mean, look at you.” He pulls one hand out and gestures toward me. “Any guy would be lucky to have a night alone with you. But me…us, it can’t happen again.” He shakes his head just as Brad walks back in with a box of pizza and a six pack of beer.

“Time to eat,” he says, passing us to head to the kitchen to set everything down.

I get up and walk past Hudson, shaking my ass a little more than necessary. I open the box and grab a slice of pizza. I take a bite and let out a long moan as the cheese pulls into strings from my mouth to the slice in my hand. I look over at Hudson and his eyes grow in size as he watches me.

I set the pizza down onto a paper plate that Brad hands me and grab a beer. I twist off the top and take a long drink from the bottle. When I look back at Hudson, he’s swallowing something down, his Adam’s apple bobbing in this throat.

“Help yourself, man,” Brad says, stepping past him and taking his plate and beer to the living room.

The three of us all sit in the living room, watching TV and talking while we eat. Brad and Hudson have a lot to catch up on, and I sit back and listen as they talk about what each of them have been doing since they last saw one another. Hudson tells us about his time in the army, and Brad tells Hudson about living in Denver, finishing school, our dad passing away, and having to stick around to support Mama and me until she ended up with the loser boyfriend she has now—the one that kicked me out.

As their conversation comes to an end, I look up at Hudson. “So, you have a girlfriend?” I ask, putting him on the spot.

He looks like a deer in the headlights. “Oh, ummmm, no. No girlfriend. I haven’t been home long enough for all that.”

“Shit, man. All you gotta do is say the word and I can hook you up. There’s plenty of single women that work at the brewery with me,” Brad states.

I watch Hudson closely. He looks at me then back at Brad. “Nah, I’m good, man. Thanks. I think, right now, I need to get my life in order before I bring anyone else into it.”

Brad nods. “Alright. Just say the word when you’re ready. I can have them lined up outside the door.”

I stand up. “Think I’m going to call it a night. Gotta open the store tomorrow.” I dispose of my trash in the kitchen trash can before heading for the bathroom to shower. Now that the guest bedroom is going to be occupied, I’ll have to sleep on the couch. I hope that they clear out of the living room soon. I really do need some sleep. I haven’t had to get up early since I lived back at Mama’s. I have a feeling my life is about to change in more ways than one.

Alexis Winter is a contemporary romance author who loves to share her steamy stories with the world. She specializes in billionaires, alpha males and the women they love. 
If you love to curl up with a good romance book you will certainly enjoy her work. Whether it’s a story about an innocent young woman learning about the world, or a sassy and fierce heroin who knows what she wants you’re sure to enjoy the happily ever afters she provides.
When Alexis isn’t furiously writing her next novel, you can find her exploring the Rocky Mountains, traveling, enjoying a glass of wine or petting a cat.
You can find her books on Amazon.
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RELEASE: Sweet Love by Mia Kayla

Title: Sweet Love

Author: Mia Kayla
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: July 29, 2020
That awkward moment when you insult the boss on your first day on the job.

Yeah, that just happened.


In my defense, if I’d known it was Connor Colby of the Colby’s Chocolates and Candies empire standing by the display dressed in a candy cane-striped suit, I never would have opened my mouth to tell him that their signature chocolate bar sucked.

How was I supposed to know he was the boss man?

He was in town temporarily to help save his father’s company.
I was only there for a payday to jump start my art career.

I had one job—help him come up with a rock solid marketing plan.
The task included long nights and late dinners working by Connor’s side.
It did not include kisses, sex in the supply closet, or … worst yet, falling in love.

Why is that so bad you ask?
Because the man is leaving right after our mission is complete. Job done.
Finito.

Will our sweet love turn into sour patched tear jerkers or will he be my big hunk, now & later and forever?


“One of my top favorites this year! Seriously Mia gets better with each new story!

I don’t think I could ever come up with the right words that would do this book justice! I think the writing was impeccable and the story riveting while balancing the heat, the sweet and emotional. I fell completely in love with this story and these characters. It is entertaining and emotional and will definitely be one of my top favourites this year. I read it in one day!” – Amazon reviewer

“This book gives you all the feels!! We laugh, we cry, we fall in love and we get a love story that will stick with you long after you’ve read the last page. I absolutely enjoyed EVERYTHING about this story.” – Goodreads reviewer

“Such a cute and fun read that I could not put it down, but I didn’t want it to end either.” – Goodreads reviewer

Mia Kayla is a New Adult/Contemporary Romance writer who lives in Illinois. She is the wife to the husband of the year and mommy to three unbelievable cute little girls who have multiplied her grey hairs. 
In her free time she loves reading romance novels, jamming to boy bands, catching up on celebrity gossip and designing flowers for weddings.

Most of the time, she can be caught on the train with her nose in a book sporting a cheeky grin because the main characters finally get their happily-ever-after at the end. 

She loves reading about happy endings but has more fun writing them.

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COVER: Outlaws by Abigail Davies, Yolanda Olson, J.M. Walker, Ally Vance, Jason Hes, and Petra J. Knox

Title: Outlaws Anthology

Authors: Abigail Davies ~ Yolanda Olson ~ J.M. Walker ~ Ally Vance ~ Jason Hes ~ Petra J. Knox ~ Cole Denton 
Genre: Forbidden Romance
Release Date: April 6, 2021
Cover Design: Pink Elephant Designs

Seven authors bring you seven forbidden romance stories with a never-before-seen twist.

Witness what happens when you become an outlaw with your in-laws.

When you marry into a family, you’re meant to love them like your own. But what happens when that love turns into something more?
What do you do when you can’t hold it back any longer?

Innocent touches become sinful.
Quick glances turn into uncontrollable stares.
Self-control snaps and you’re plunged into a forbidden world.

You can’t stop, no matter what you do.
If forbidden love is so wrong, then why does it feel so right?

Get lost in this set of unputdownable, brand-new, never before released, deliciously forbidden romance stories like no other.

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COVER: Show Stopper by BJ Harvey

Title: Show Stopper
Series: Chicago First Responders #1
Author: BJ Harvey
Genre: Feel Good Rom/Com; Firefighter Romance
Release Date: August 31, 2020

The first time they meet it’s by chance. The second is surely a coincidence. The third…it’s either destiny or he’s a stalker.
Renee Hamilton has a thing against men in uniform. In her experience, they play hard, lie harder. Marco Rossi has a thing for feisty brunette women with a backbone and a smart mouth, especially one in particular who’s playing hard to get.
She’s fiercely independent and wants better for herself.
He loves helping people so much it’s literally his job.
Worst case scenario, they crash and burn.
Lucky for Renee, Marco has a hose, he knows how to use it, and he happens to love putting out all kinds of fires; real or otherwise.
***
USA Today Bestselling Author BJ Harvey brings you Showstopper – Book 1 in a new spin-off to the Cook Brothers rom com series, featuring Chicago first responders fighting the good fight and finding love at the same time. Set in the same world as the Bliss, Game, and Cook Brothers series before it, this title can be read as a complete standalone.

“Do you come here often?” I say without thinking. Oh shit, talking about cliché. I open my mouth to take it back, but she beats me to it.

Her narrowed eyes snap to mine. “Seriously?” 

I try to muster up some charm in the beautiful face of animosity. “What I mean is, I haven’t seen you here before.” That earns a new quirked brow. She’s totally not going to make this easy for me. She’s a challenge, and I’m hooked on figuring her out. 

She quirks a brow. “Do you come to ladies’ night and try to use your big muscles and suave moves often? Or maybe you just pull out the ‘I’m a firefighter; I’ve got a big hose and I know how to use it’ line and wait for women to swoon and fall at your feet?”

My lips curve into an amused smirk. “Is it working? Because my next go-to is to say I can take them to the firehouse and show them my big truck, and if they’re really good, I’ll let them slide down my long fireman’s pole.”

Her eyes widen, and I don’t miss the slight quirk of her lips. The fact I’m going toe-to-toe with her seems to have surprised her. It also makes me want to do it again and again. 

“Just so you know, I came tonight with my crew because we had a hard night last night. It just coincided with ladies’ night and some of them were coming anyway. I know the owner, so yes, I’ve been here a few times before, but I’ve never seen the ice queen in the corner shooting daggers at me all because she thinks I’m a player without any good reason,” I reply. 

I’m sorry, but your friend is currently pawing all over my sister. I’m not sure the good-guy, knight-in-shining-armor routine you’ve got going on is gonna fly if that”—she points over to where Scotty is indeed acting like an octopus with Hayley—“is the kind of guy representing your crew.”

“Scotty is one of a kind. He’s genuinely harmless, but he is good people.”

“And what about you?” she asks curiously, her hazel eyes pinning me in place. God, that look on her face is doing bad, bad, good things me. Something about her sass and attitude is hitting all the right buttons. 

“What about me?”

“Are you a player?”

“I don’t have time for games.”

“Pity,” she says dismissively.

I frown, completely confused. “Why?”

“Because then I’d have a reason to throw a drink in someone’s face.” 

BJ Harvey is the USA Today Bestselling Author of the Bliss Series. She regards herself as a smut peddler, suspense conjurer, and a funny romance thinker upper. An avid music fan, you will always find her singing some hit song badly and loving every minute of it. She’s a wife, a mom to two beautiful tweenagers, and was born in New Zealand and currently lives in Perth, Australia.


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