TOUR: You’re Still the One by Erika Kelly

Title: You’re Still the One

Series: A Calamity Falls Small Town Romance
Author: Erika Kelly
Genre: Steamy, Small Town, Contemporary Romance (stand alone)
Release Date: July 8, 2021 
 
 
 
 

✔️ Hot, inked, motorcycle-riding hero
✔️ Sexy wedding planner with a whole lot of explaining to do
✔️Steamy, small town romance
✔️Second chance romance
✔️And lots and lots of make-up sex

When Stella Cavanaugh gets the chance to come home after a seven-year, self-imposed exile, she takes it. She was born to be a wedding planner, and she hopes creating her sister’s wedding might just earn her redemption with her family.

The only thing holding her back is the fear of running into Griffin James, the love of her life. Because she not only hurt her family, she destroyed their relationship. Burned it right to the ground. And she just doesn’t know if she can bear to find out he’s moved on. She sure hasn’t.

Griffin James has a roommate. The fourteen-year-old’s staying with him while his dad’s on deployment. Sounds simple, but the boy’s grandparents are looking for any excuse to pull him out of the clutches of the big, tattooed owner of a bike shop. If Griffin can just stay under their radar, everything should be fine.

But that’s just not possible when Stella bursts into their lives. Her sparkly spirit, her big, splashy ideas, and her impulsiveness always lead to disaster. He knew that…but he couldn’t resist her.

And now she’s on the run again, because…

The very things they love about each other are also what tear them apart.
Award-winning author Erika Kelly writes sexy and emotional small town romance. Married to the love of her life and raising four children, she lives in the southwest, drinks a lot of tea, and is always waiting for her cats to get off her keyboard. Please note that 10% of the net income of all Erika Kelly books goes to the Semper Fi Fund (semperfifund.org)
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RELEASE: The Big Charmer by E.H. Lyon

Title: The Big Charmer
Series: Mr. Boss Series (stand alone)
Author: E.H. Lyon
Genre: Contemporary/Workplace/Nanny & Boss Romance
Release Date: July 20, 2021 
This boss’s charm is all it takes for the nanny to be in trouble…
Logan Jax probably shouldn’t have eyed the nanny like she was his next meal. But what guy living a bachelor’s life wouldn’t when Sadie looks like that? He doesn’t get points for asking Sadie to be his fake date, either. But he needed to close a billion-dollar deal. And he certainly doesn’t get bonus points for sleeping with the nanny. However, Sadie’s hand roamed, his hand roamed, and the stars aligned for orgasmic bliss.
His sister gave him one rule when his nephew was placed in his care. Don’t (literally) screw up the arrangement with the supernanny.
Despite Sadie trying to keep it professional, his charm wears her down and although Sadie struts around in his shirt, clearly enjoying his cocky antics—it’s a problem. She wants him, and he wants her. But Logan Jax doesn’t do relationships or family; he isn’t the settling-down type, and that’s exactly what she wants…
The Big Charmer is the second standalone story from the Mr. Boss series. This story is filled with banter, a swoony boss, and surprises along the way.

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The Big Charmer – Available NOW
The Perfect Distraction – PreOrder
The Real Deal – PreOrder
 
E.H. Lyon hates folding laundry and decided one day to avoid it by writing witty and a little steamy stories. Her stories take you on a light and bantering ride until the very end, when your couple finds their happily ever after. Along the way, there may be the occasional emotional twist thrown in and the essential appearance of a bottle of whiskey. E.H. has a thing for witty women, determined well-dressed men who fall in love, and the steamy scenes that bring them together.

An American from the Midwest, she now lives in Northern Europe with her small pack of humans. She believes the essence of balance is sitting on a yoga mat listening to music whilst eating a donut. And she absolutely loves finding a new book boyfriend to swoon-over, hearing from other authors, and connecting with people who read her books.

 
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RELEASE: Amore by HL Packer

Title: Amore
Series: The Fated Series
Author: H.L Packer
Genre: Fighter Romance (Mafia World)
Release Date: July 20, 2021
 
Tia
I’m drowning.
Barely keeping my head above water.
The weight of expectation is dragging me down as I attempt to break free.
One moment of selfish weakness haunts me, anchoring me to this life.
And now he’s here. My weakness; tempting and delicious.
 
Cian
My fists are all that keep me going; all that keep her safe.
Fighting is all I know.
But when those fists take me away and thrust me into another world surrounded by enemies who are pretending to be friends, I falter.
When fate intervenes and my heart is on the line, which one will I choose?
 
 

 
H.L. Packer is, quite frankly, a busy bee.
 
An avid reader as a child, her love for all things written waned into adulthood, the excitement of real life things taking over. But when her life slowed down as she finished her office job for maternity leave, her husband purchased her an e-reader, and that obsession was rekindled.
 
Quickly she went from reader to reviewer, and then from reviewer to blogger; street teams and promo tours galore. When she began collating her own book boxes over at Romance Readers Book Box UK and had the opportunity to include her own words and worlds, the characters began talking.
 
Those cheeky characters quickly found themselves written down on the page, and her first series was in progress.
 
When she is not coordinating her worlds, you can find her running around after her free-spirited three children, and husband, or tending to the dogs, bearded dragons, and snakes that also reside with them.
 
A break can be found soaking in a bubble bath or enjoying a glass of wine, often still with a book in her hand.
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TOUR: Laughing Dolphins by Amber Polo

Title: Laughing Dolphins
Author: Amber Polo
Genre: Women’s Fiction
Release Date: February 28, 2021
One dream. Two journeys.

1980s Boston art students follow different road signs for twenty years.

Sandy, believing she lacks talent, leaves her dreams.

Jeff, content to wander, plays with art and life.

Stepping onto parallel paths, they chase art trends and love, from Boston’s Dunkin Donuts to California’s Starbucks…from computer networks to soul networks.

“…Tales of the City without the sex and drugs and stretched over 20 years, many cities, and thousands of miles. “
 

Mount Desert Island, Maine, 1980

Sandy

Sandy’s head pressed against the window of Jeff’s borrowed Subaru hatchback. Jeff opened the door at a Dunkin Donuts and cold air rolled in. She wished the heater worked. Back on the road a Welcome to Maine billboard flashed by and, half awake, she snuggled Jeff’s New England Patriots parka over her denim jacket. A Harvard Square café double shift had made her too tired to wonder why he refused to reveal their destination. An all-night road trip was the kind of weird fun stuff Jeff thought up.

Two hundred and fifty miles north of Boston, Jeff turned off Highway 95. A half hour later, the Subie’s headlights illuminated a white wooden fence. He parked and helped Sandy out of the car and whispered, “My mom brought me here when I was a kid. She said if I made a promise as the sun rose on Mount Desert Island, it would come true. That morning I promised I’d be an artist.”

In the frigid pre-dawn air, Sandy saw their breath but not much else. She snapped her denim jacket and zipped the parka closed. Jeff took off his Red Sox cap and scrunched it onto her head. Waves crashed on distant rocks and an offshore sea breeze tickled her icy cold nose. She hoped this would be worth it.

Jeff inhaled. “Smells salty and clean. Not like washed up dead things or diesel boats.”

Sandy’s teeth chattered. “Smells like hundreds of miles of open sea.”

Jeff sniffed. “Molecules from countries we’ve never seen.” He pulled two blankets out of the car and led Sandy along an uphill path.

Sandy heard people around them but couldn’t see a thing. “What’s this? A make-out spot?”

Hissing whispers shushed her.

As her eyes adjusted to the dark, Jeff led her close to the top and spread out one blanket and helped her settle next to a large rock. He sat and tugged the second blanket around them, leaving only their faces exposed. Hugging her shivering body close, Jeff whispered, “It’ll be worth it.”

She leaned into the familiar warmth of his body. She loved Jeff’s quirky sense of adventure and wished she possessed that whimsical spark.

Jeff pulled her close and kissed her. “Our love is like a sunrise. Like a desert sun shining on ocean waves.”

She giggled. “We’ve never even seen a desert.”

“We’ll go everywhere. Together. I feel in my heart we’ll always be together. Now, promise you’ll love me forever.”

“I promise.” She tried to sound as sober as Jeff.

“If I lose you, I swear I’ll find you.”

She laughed. “I’ll never leave you.” Sometimes he was so dramatic.

A glow lined the horizon. A speck of dark gold fuzz appeared, then broadened along the distant ocean. “There,” Jeff sighed. “Now, don’t blink.”

Slowly, then faster, the sun rose above the water, its orange-red glow spreading up against layered purple clouds. The panorama was divided by a white seam holding water and air together as the sky lit the ocean in hues painters jealously craved to replicate.

Watchers released their breaths and uttered a spontaneous, “Ahhh.” No artist could ever capture this sunrise or the feeling in her heart. Jeff insisted artists needed to experience everything, even if they didn’t have the skill to translate their feelings into art. She felt hesitant to even try. Her life felt like a still life oil compared to Jeff’s animated talent.

As the sun rose higher, a frisson of excitement traveled through her body. “That was really amazing. We were the first people on the whole continent to see the sun rise.”

The sun globe now hung over the horizon. Through morning haze, the entire sky glowed luminous and soft. Jeff made her see the wonder in the world. When she was with him dreams seemed real. “I’ll remember this for the rest of my life.”

They tumbled back on the blanket and rolled together while the other watchers hurried down hill. Pulling apart only far enough to unbutton and unzip, their bodies wiggled, squirmed, and adjusted. Sandy and Jeff moved under the blanket and joined with the easy intensity of two people meant to be one.


Despite napping all the way back from Maine, Sandy was so tired. As soon as they merged into morning rush hour traffic, the honking kept her awake.

Jeff parked the Subaru and pulled her to the stairs to their second floor apartment. She hoped to sleep for a few hours before her Renaissance History Art class and the late afternoon shift at Sam’s coffeehouse. Jeff bounded up the steps, then ran back down and pushed her up before him. “Come on. I’ve got this idea. It’ll be great.”

Inside the apartment Sandy put on a pot of coffee. When Jeff got in one of these moods there was no stopping him. He laid her largest blank canvas on the floor and began throwing tubes of paint down next to it. He took a knife from the kitchen counter, bent it until it looked like a trowel and began spreading layers of paint on the canvas. Sandy slumped onto the futon to watch. As her eyes fluttered and began to close, Jeff looked up. “You got to help. I see it. But I can’t make it real alone.”

“I can’t see what’s in your head. You have to do it yourself.” Jeff was such a nut sometimes.

He teasingly pulled her off the futon onto the floor. “No way.” He grabbed a slab of mouse-gray clay and pushed it into her hand. He started layering ochre, sienna, and crimson over the white-streaked ultramarine background. “Look, see the sunrise reflected in the ocean! You must see it. Now the ocean has to reach up to greet the dawn.”

As Jeff talked and waved his arms Sandy began to knead the clay between her palms. As her fingers poked and massaged the cool mass, the heat from her hands softened it and she felt it grow more pliable under her touch. “I see a water sprite rising out of the cold dark ocean to welcome the love of the sun.”

“Wicked cool! I knew you’d get it.” Jeff reached out to hug her and they both fell on top of the canvas. Getting up, clothes spotted with globs of paint, they stared down at the canvas.

The sunrise scene was perfect.


  

Boston Art Institute Commencement, June, 1980

Jeff

All Jeff wanted was for this day to be finished. Over. Done. His father unconsciously mimicked the gesture, smoothing his own perfectly styled cut. “Well son, what next? Have you reconsidered going for an MBA? You couldn’t get into the Harvard B school with your,” he scowled, “art degree. But there are several strong programs in the Chicago area. You could live near me and Jennifer.”

“Dad, I’m an artist.” He really wished he’d skipped graduation and avoided listening to his father’s lectures on career choices. His head hurt. He wanted to escape to the pub for a beer.

“I won’t pay for you to paint and drink beer with your friends forever. Why do you think I divorced your mother?”

“I thought you divorced Mom because she was a lousy corporate wife.”

“She surely wasn’t presentable.” He looked at his ex-wife talking with Sandy. “Probably dying for a drink right now. Jennifer wanted to be here, but she’s closing another deal in London. You know, son, if you really want to be an artist, you could work for her. Corporate interior design is a fine career and you could get that MBA later.”

“Your son, the interior decorator?” Jeff hated the tone of voice his father used whenever he said the word artist, like Jeff’s talent was a personal affront to his identity and artist was a synonym for bum. His father was good at making money. Jeff didn’t care about that. When he was creating art he felt alive. His mind was on another plane. His heart thrummed with joy. No one was going to tell him how to live. If Standford Sanders thought he could convince his son to sell out, he was wrong. Dead wrong.

“Jennifer does very well with her hotel clients.”

“I don’t want to work for Trophy Wife Number Two.”

“Watch your mouth. You don’t want to wind up like your mother.”

“Mom’s happy.” Jeff saw his plump rumpled mother hug Sandy. That too-tight red dress made her look like an aging hippie. But he never doubted his mother loved him and was proud of him, no matter what he did. As a graduation gift she’d sent in his test scores and paid his Mensa membership. All his high IQ had ever done for him was to raise other people’s expectations. He wanted to create art and have a good time. Why couldn’t anyone understand. He couldn’t be creative if art was a job.

Sandy waved and walked toward him. The closer she got, the better he felt. He believed Sandy’s talent was greater than his. Sometimes he had to push her to try new things, but she was a great artist. Like their art teachers, he admitted her still lifes were only competent. But when she sculpted the human body, each piece came to life. One day in the studio he’d watched her place her hands on a block of red clay. Her face transformed into this amazing portrait of peace. And when her fingers dug into the moist mass, her whole body seemed to glow. She shaped the torso with strong gentle fingers, as if she were making love. As he watched, he’d felt a bit jealous, but then she turned to him and he saw the love in her eyes. She’d flung herself into his arms and wiped red slurry all over his best Red Sox t-shirt.

Sandy loved him for who he was. She encouraged him. She supported him. He couldn’t imagine not being with her.

Amber Polo loves to take readers on journeys to places she’s lived, visited, and imagined. Escaping her past as librarian and yoga teacher, she strives to mix humor and a little fantasy into every genre (so far fantasy, romance, historical, and woman’s fiction).
Amber is best known for The Shapeshifters’ Library, a light urban fantasy series which asks what if librarian dog-shifters faced book-burning werewolves and The Pharaoh and the Librarian, blending alternative history with a little fantasy. In 2021 look for Laughing Dolphins, a novel of coincidence – a rom com story of lovers living parallel lives for twenty years.
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RELEASE: Curly by Lilly Atlas

Title: Curly

Series: Hell’s Handlers MC Florida Chapter #1
Author: Lilly Atlas
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: July 20, 2021
 

Travis Bryant, known in the biker world as Curly, spent thirteen hard years behind bars for a heinous crime he didn’t commit. When the truth finally sets him free, nothing remains of his former life. Curly can’t imagine living without the brotherhood of a club. After visiting the Hell’s Handler’s MC, he’s given the go-ahead to open a charter in his home state. Claiming an ol’ lady is the furthest thing from his mind until he meets Brooke, the beautiful, hardheaded dog trainer bent on ending a violent dogfighting ring near her home.


After ten long years married to an abusive narcissist, Brooke vowes she’ll never live under another man’s thumb again. Accepting help doesn’t come easy, but when abandoned dogs begin popping up with fatal injuries, she’ll do anything to put an end to the fighting ring responsible. Even enlist the assistance of the most attractive man she’s ever met and his outlaw MC brothers.

From her feisty, independent spirit to her shapely legs, Brooke appeals to Curly on every level. He can’t stay away, but he’s been burned before and refuses to tie himself to a woman again. Brooke is in a similar boat, having promised herself no man would exert control over her life again. Unfortunately, she can’t kick the curly-haired, muscular man in biker boots out of her head or her bed.

As Brooke and Curly grow closer and danger strikes, will they be able to overcome their past traumas and find strength in each other? Or will they remain stubborn and stick to their guns as their lives crash and burn?

 

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Lilly Atlas is a contemporary romance author, proud Navy wife, and mother of two spunky girls. By day she works as a physical therapist for a hospital in Virginia. Lilly is an avid romance reader, and expects her Kindle to beg for mercy every time she downloads a new eBook. Thankfully, it hasn’t happened yet, and she can often be found absorbed in a good book.
 
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RELEASE: Hell’s Fury by Nikki Landis

Title: Hell’s Fury
Series: Royal Bastards MC: Tonopah, NV
Author: Nikki Landis
Genre: MC Romance/PNR
Release Date: July 20, 2021
TWO WORLDS. TWO CODES. ONE PATCH.
I’m a Marine and a patriot.
It’s my job to bring the guilty and sadistic to justice.
But I failed.
Some of Naomi’s tormentors still live.
I took a bullet to save her but she’s still not safe.
She’s given my pain and rage purpose.
The ones who tortured her have to die for their crimes.
I killed to keep her safe. I’ll kill again.
My brothers think I’m crazy but I won’t let anyone harm her.
Naomi’s no longer alone or unprotected.
She’s MINE.
It doesn’t matter if she’s broken.
I’ll do whatever it takes to make her whole again.
Or die trying.
She doesn’t understand the depth of my conviction.
Cold, ruthless vengeance is a special skill I learned long ago.
The men who hurt her will regret what they’ve done.
To keep her safe, I’ll ride with my Reaper and all the fury of Hell.
* For best enjoyment it is highly recommended that Ridin’ for Hell is read before Hell’s Fury.
 
 
 

 

 
Nikki Landis is the International Bestselling & Multi Award-Winning Author of over 50 romance novels in the MC, reverse harem, paranormal, dystopian, and science fiction genres. Her books feature dark alpha heroes, protective shifters, and seductive vampires and the feisty, independent women they love. There’s heart-throbbing action on every page as well as fated mates and soul bonds deep enough to fulfill every desire. She also writes science fiction romance under the pen name Nikki Nova.

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PREORDER: Crash by Jeanne St. James

Title: Crash: A Dirty Angels MC/Blood Fury MC Crossover

Author: Jeanne St. James
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: July 31, 2021
 
 

❝Another outstanding book by this exceptionally talented author! I really don’t think Jeanne St. James knows how to create a bad book!❞ – Goodreads Review

❝Unexpected twists, turns and revelations about the past along with hope for the future DAMC and Blood Fury run amuck in the latest Dirty Angels/Blood Fury crossover by Jeanne St. James.❞ – Goodreads Review

 
Is the risk worth the reward?

It was a time to gather with the allies to witness the wedding of a president and his ol’ lady in front of the three powerful clubs that rule western Pennsylvania.
The Bloody Fury MC.
The Dark Knights MC.
And of course, Crash’s own club, the Dirty Angels MC.
Three tight-knit brotherhoods celebrating a weekend blow-out full of women, partying and more.
For Crash, it may end up being so much more.
She’s the property of another club.
Property he can’t resist touching.
But taking what he wants means risking a crack in the alliance, one he doesn’t want to be responsible for.
Creating an issue he doesn’t need to cause for his MC. For his president.
But Crash has never been one to blindly follow the rules.
Especially when it comes to someone so tempting.
In the end, she ends up being a risk he can’t stop from taking.
To hell with the consequences.

Note: While this book can be read as a standalone, it’s a crossover between the Dirty Angels MC series and the Blood Fury MC series. It’s best read after the complete DAMC series and before Blood & Bones: Ozzy (Blood Fury MC, book 9). As always, this book has no cheating, no cliffhanger and has an HEA.

 

JEANNE ST. JAMES is a USA Today and international bestselling romance author who loves writing about strong women and alpha males. She was only thirteen when she first started writing. Her first published piece was an erotic short story in Playgirl magazine. She then went on to publish her first romance novel in 2009. She is now an author of over fifty contemporary romances. She writes M/F, M/M, and M/M/F ménages, including interracial. Want to read a sample of her work? Download a free sampler book here: BookHip.com/MTQQKK

To keep up with her busy release schedule check her website at www.jeannestjames.com or sign up for her newsletter: http://www.jeannestjames.com/newslettersignup

 
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RELEASE: Letting Go by Elle Keating

Title: Letting Go
Series: Dangerous Love Series
Author: Elle Keating
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: July 20, 2021
Cover Design: Arijana Karčić, Cover It! Designs
 

 
Brennan McGinnis’ vices are no longer working. Underground fighting, cooking, sex…things that once allowed him to temporarily forget his past and take the edge off are no longer effective. Something is missing in his life, something that fighting can’t fix, money can’t buy and cooking can’t solve. He is spiraling out of control, and despite having a large, supportive Italian-Irish family who loves him, Brennan has never felt more alone in his life.
 
As an urgent care doctor, Anna Bowman has two hard and fast rules: Don’t mix business with pleasure and never let your guard down. But the moment she meets Brennan McGinnis, his face bruised and in need of stitches, Anna can’t remember why he is off limits. She needs to get it together and not fall for his sexy smile because this man checks off every box in the worst possible way. This man is dangerous.
 
 
Elle Keating is the author of romance novels with sexy heroes and fierce females. Her first book, Thrill of the Chase (Dangerous Love, #1), was published by Forever Romance’s digital imprint, Forever Yours, in 2015. She has since expanded the series and released the Dream Duet and the taboo romance, Keeping His Commandments. Elle is currently working on several projects including the sequel to her paranormal romance, Into Temptation, and a steamy forbidden romance that may raise some eyebrows.
When Elle isn’t torturing her heroes and heroines (don’t worry, there’s always a happily ever after), she is a public school administrator and enjoys spending time with her husband and 3 children in New Jersey. For more on Elle and her books, visit ellekeating.com.
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PROMO TOUR: Butterfly by Nelle L’Amour

Title: Butterfly
Author: Nelle L’Amour
Genre: Romance Suspense
Release Date: July 14, 2021
 
 

 
 
From Nelle L’Amour, a #1 Amazon All-Star Author and USA Today and New York Times bestseller, a new steamy and suspenseful age gap romance with a twist you won’t see coming.
Sofi
When I was asked to interview Roman Hurst, I thought I was prepared.
But how could I be prepared for the gorgeous man awaiting me?
Nor was I prepared when he offered me a job. To be his muse.
And I definitely wasn’t prepared to fall in love with him.
A man fifteen years my senior. Who is hiding a dark secret.
A secret so devastating, it could rip us apart.
No, I wasn’t prepared for that at all.
Roman
I wasn’t expecting this colorful breath of fresh air to fly into my life.
To wrench me from my dark cocoon.
Make me feel things I haven’t felt in years.
Sofi Lockhart. My beautiful, feisty butterfly.
I’m going to catch her. Make her mine.
But there are predators out there who want to shatter her wings.
To tear us apart.
No, I wasn’t expecting that at all.

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RELEASE: Abel by D Williams

Title: Abel

Series: A Morningstar MC Novel, Book One
Author: D Williams
Genre: Contemporary/Suspense/MC Romance
Release Date: July 19, 2021
Eloping with the love of my life isn’t as easy as finding an Elvis chapel on the Vegas strip. Demons from my wife’s past come back to haunt us before the honeymoon can even start. We have to get through all the secrets and lies to reach our happily ever after. Welcome to Paradise NV, home of the MorningStar MC

D Williams is a retired 41 year old Puerto Rican wife and mother of 3 plus 1 bonus daughter. Originally from NYC, she now lives a quiet life in the south suburbs of Chicago. She enjoys reading and writing romance and erotic fiction.
 
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RELEASE: Brute’s Strength by Karen Renee

Title: Brute’s Strength
Series: Riot MC Biloxi Series Book 2
Author: Karen Renee
Genre: MC Romance (can be read as standalone)
Release Date: July 16, 2021
The sexy, action-packed second book in the Riot MC Biloxi series from Karen Renee.
 
As Vice President of the Riot MC Biloxi Chapter, Brute lives for his motorcycle club. Meeting Kenzie Whitehall challenges his dedication to his carefree lifestyle. Everything about her appeals to him, but he knows she’s looking for commitment. She’s forced to tell him she’s a single mom which should send Brute packing, but he can’t stay away.
Meanwhile, Brute has a homicide detective breathing down his neck. The officer believes Brute has answers in an unsolved murder, and he isn’t above playing Kenzie against Brute to solve the case.
When Kenzie’s ex-husband finds out she’s dating a biker, he threatens to drag her back to court regarding custody and child support payments. Kenzie refuses to give up her shot at happiness with Brute to appease her ex-husband.
Even though he’s falling fast for Kenzie, Brute knows walking away from her is the best thing for her and her daughter. Leaving should be easy. But with three hearts on the line, will Brute find the strength to fight for love?
MR. BRIGHTSIDE by The Killers
COME BY ME by Harry Connick Jr.
LET’S GO CRAZY (LIVE) by Prince and The Revolution
AMERICAN WOMAN by Lenny Kravitz
YOU CAN’T HIDE AWAY FROM LOVE by Jamie Cullum
IF THE STARS WERE MINE by Melody Gardot
I WON’T BACK DOWN by Tom Petty and The Heartbreakers
HEADPHONES by Michael Franti and Spearhead
FOLDING CHAIR by Regina Spektor
BABY SHARK by Pinkfong

He hadn’t appreciated how well he’d slept next to Kenzie in the past. Not until that night, when he dozed off only to wake up in a cold sweat. The third time it happened, he went to the bathroom. As he wandered back to her bed, he saw it was quarter to four in the morning. 

His eyes had adjusted to the dark, he found his pants, and quietly pulled them on. 

“You’re leaving?” Kenzie croaked.

“Not sleepin’. Means you’re probably not sleepin’. Figure it’s better—”

She turned on her bedside lamp and he squinted. He watched her reach under her pillow and pull out her satin nightie. She got out of the bed, pulled on the nightie, and turned around. 

Her eyes blazed at him. “You did not strike me as a runner.”

“Not running. We’re both—”

She leaned forward. “Tired! Whatever, Vaillant! I fucked up and told you how I was feeling because you told me not to bottle shit up and to always be honest with you. Is that a one-way street now?”

“Ken—”

She shook her head. “I hear the placating tone coming my way, and I call bullshit. Seriously, Sam. I gotta be honest with you always, but that courtesy doesn’t extend my way?”

His head turned marginally. She’d turned shit around on him, and he didn’t like it. “What are we fighting about?”

“The double standard, Brute. You don’t have to say you love me, but you don’t feel anything for me?” she asked, throwing an arm out. She shook her head again, and stalked toward the bathroom. “I shouldn’t ask that. Besides, you’re right. It’s probably better if you go. Neither one of us is sleeping, not that I’m likely to sleep now, but have it your way. I’ll lock the front door in five minutes.”

She closed the door to the bathroom, and he heard the lock click. The hollowness in his stomach wasn’t hollow anymore. It burned with a pain he hadn’t felt in a long damn time. He sat on her bed, put his elbows to his knees, hunched over, and held his head in his hands. She was right, he’d given her a double standard.

What the hell was he supposed to do?

He wouldn’t leave her like this, that much he knew. Whether he could make it right with her, remained to be seen.

Waiting for her to come out of the bathroom felt like an eternity. 

He turned his head when she opened the door and felt a gut punch. Her eyes were puffy and bloodshot. That was his fault. 

With his eyes on hers, he sat up straight and held a hand out to her. She twisted her lips, but put her hand in his while she slowly made her way to him. He didn’t want her sitting next to him, so he let go of her hand and took her by the hips. She gasped, but her legs spread as he put her on his lap so they were chest-to-chest and face-to-face.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

Her hands wrapped around his neck. “What for?”

His forefinger traced around her eye. “This. I never want to make you cry, Zee. And, I’m sorry for giving you a double standard.”

Her brows went up even as her chin dipped. She kept quiet.

“I have feelings for you. More damn feelings than I’ve had for a woman in a helluva a long time.”

He heard and felt her shuddering breath. “That goes both ways,” she whispered.

With his forehead against hers, he asked, “You have feelings for a woman, too?”

Her fingers gave his neck a playful squeeze. “No. I have—”

“I got that when you laid the honesty on me, babe. Scares the hell out of me because I haven’t done anything to deserve that.”

 
 
Karen Renee is the author of the Riot Motorcycle Club, Beta, and O-Town series of books. She once crunched Nielsen ratings data but these days she brings her imagination to life by writing books. She has wanted to be a writer since she was very young, but it’s taken the last twenty plus years for her to amass enough courage and overall life experience to bring that dream to life. Some of those life experiences came from the wonderful world of advertising, banking, and local television media research. She is a proud wife and mother, and a Jacksonville native. When she’s not at the soccer field or cooking, you can find her at her local library, the grocery store, in her car jamming out to some tunes, or hibernating while she writes and/or reads books.
 
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TOUR: With Love from Wilmington by Leah Negron

Title: With Love from Wilmington
Collection: Voyages of the Heart 
Author: Leah Negron
Genre: Military Romance
Release Date: June 24, 2021
Publisher: Royalty Writes Enterprises
TWO YEARS!

Two whole years since Amelie and I have gotten to see each other. Video chatting and writing to each other just isn’t doing it anymore. Not being able to hold her in my arms or look her in the eyes as I tell her how much I love her has been hard on both of us.

I have to admit that I am also worried that she will look at me differently when I get back home. I’m no longer that naive boy she fell in love with back in high school.

Will she still be able to see the good in me after all the hell I’ve been through?

Lance Corporal Grant Landry, USMC Scout Sniper, reporting for duty.

***

Two weeks until Grant is finally back home. I am so proud of the man that he has become, but I have changed since the last time he was home.

I went through a party phase in our final year of high school, but that got old quickly.

I went away to college and came home with a teaching degree. My students are the world to me. Each child is so unique in their own way. My little sister is autistic, which led me to decide that I want to work with special needs children.

Will he be able to handle my schedule?

Does he still love me after all this time?

My name is Amelie Walsh, and I can’t wait to wrap my arms around my man.
Leah Negron has been an avid reader from a very young age. She has an insatiable need to read the written word, devouring as many books as possible. Leah has been a promoter for authors for about sixteen years. She shares their work, enters them in contests, and tells everyone who will listen about their books. She started writing her own poetry in late 2016. Sharing one poem with an author friend lead her to write more. Fine-tuning her craft, she is now in several poetry and short story anthologies. Leah has published a few books of her own and continues to write. She has been asked to be a part of several more anthologies. This has gotten her recognition not only as a poet but as a storyteller as well. In her spare time, she is an animal advocate and volunteers with a local shelter. She helps with TNR, adoptions and is a foster to fur babies. Leah is a happily married woman and has been with her spouse for 24 years.
 
 
 
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RELEASE: Breathe by Danyell A. Wallace

Title: Breathe
Author: Danyell A. Wallace
Genre: New Adult, Interracial Romance
Release Date: July 15, 2021
Cover Design: Michelle Sewel from RLS Images Graphics & Design
I remember the first time I died. Lie lifeless in a puddle of my blood… And she was there trying to save me.
“Come on, Kian. Breathe for me.” I feel her palms pump against my chest and her tears pitter-patter against my lips. I swear I can taste the saltiness of them.
“It’s no use,” I remember whispering against her ear.
Then everything around me grew blurry and started fading away. Even me. Warmth streamed throughout my limbs, moving straight to my heart where it pumped rhythmically. My lungs expanded weakly, then my eyes shot open, and I began to breathe on my own.
The problem is the beautiful girl that saved my life that night thinks that I’m dead.
Now, I’m making it my business to let her know that I’m alive and well. That she’s the one who keeps my heart beating hard and strong in my chest.
She’s the reason I breathe…
 

Danyell A. Wallace was born in Alaska and is currently living in Alabama. She’s a mom to three awesome kids, and a wife to an incredibly supportive husband. When shes not using her imagination to write very adult, very sexy books, shes reading, spending time with family and friends, watching football, and catching up on TV shows that she has saved on the DVR.
 
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COVER: Creative Casanova by K. Street

Title: Creative Casanova
Published as part of the Cocky Hero World (inspired by Playboy Pilot)
Author: K. Street
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 8, 2021
Cover Design: Juliana Cabrera, Jersey Girl Design
“What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done?”

When Ryder DeLuca posed that question to me at my cousin’s wedding reception, the last thing I expected was to end up in his bed.

I was the kind of woman who lived inside the lines—until I broke the rules for a smooth-talking, creative Casanova.

I really shouldn’t have been surprised when I woke up alone in his hotel room.

Three years later, our worlds collided once more, and this time, I wasn’t only caught off guard by Ryder’s sexy, dimpled smirk, but also by the little boy standing at his side.

A little boy he never mentioned, who looked just like him and was old enough to be one of my kindergarten students.

The minute Ryder extended his hand to introduce himself, it was clear I had simply been another notch on his bedpost.

Anyone in my shoes would have assumed the same thing I did—that Ryder DeLuca was nothing more than a womanizing jerk.

Then again, you know what they say about assuming, don’t you?

Both of us were marred by a past we couldn’t change, but with a little help from fate, two geriatric cupids, and a dog named Turtle, we just might get our second chance.
Check out the Prologue HERE

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RELEASE: The Bet by Max Monroe

Title: The Bet
Author: Max Monroe
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: July 17, 2021
When it comes to life’s fun and games, always know:
The rules.
What’s at stake.
When to quit.
Wise words from…well…my fortune cookie. But wise words, nonetheless.
I just wish the Fortune Cookie People had considered how hard the whole “knowing when to quit” would be to carry out when a woman like me is gambling with her feelings.
Heart-palpitating, vageen-tingling, butterflies-in-my-belly feelings for a noncommittal, hot-as-sin player by the name of Jude Winslow.
After a crazy night where we were both pretending to be someone else, I’ve found myself immersed in the fun of the fling.
The thrill.
The irresistible charm.
The pleasure of being with a man like him.
Problem is, I’m positive he’s the exact opposite of husband material, and that is a serious issue for someone who is fixated on finding her happily ever after.
I know the rules and I know the stakes, oh wise Fortune Cookie.
Now I’d just like to know how close to self-destruction I have to get before I find the will to quit Jude Winslow.
Goodness knows, when your heart is on the line, you can’t ante up your bet with an IOU.

Sophie Sage.

Hot damn. She’s fucking here. At my club. It’s almost like I willed her here, for shit’s sake.

A pair of sexy stilettos are clasped to her feet, and her crossed legs look a mile long beneath the sexy green dress that hugs the curves of her body. Her hair hangs across her shoulders, and her blood-red painted lips curve up and into a smile.

But it’s not at me. It’s at some dude in a pair of jeans and a collared shirt sitting beside her on the couch.

What the fuck? Is she here with that guy?

I shake my head. It wouldn’t be the first time one of my hookups tried to play petty bullshit games of jealousy in the interest of gaining more of my attention, but Sophie really hasn’t seemed like the type.

Picking my way through the fringe of people standing in front of her platformed section, I move in her direction carefully, hoping to get a better idea of what’s really going on before I jump to conclusions. As I get closer and the music threads lower between songs, I overhear him ask, “C’mon, honey, let me at least buy you a drink.”

Sophie offers a conciliatory smile but also shakes her head at the dude who looks like he just left a fucking frat party. I’m honestly surprised the bouncers even let him in here. I mean, he just oozes douchebag.

On what planet does this guy even think he stands a chance with a woman like Sophie? The situation is the epitome of him trying to play out of his league.

“What about a dance, honey?” he pesters as I climb up the steps in front of them, ready to intervene on her behalf, but Sophie responds before I can open my mouth.

 

“I would love to, but my parole officer gave me explicit instructions that the judge said I can’t do that.”

 

The dude’s face scrunches up like he just ate a piece of bad fish. “Parole officer?”

“Yeah. Truthfully, my court order even says that I’m not supposed to be here since it’s within four miles of the guy’s apartment.” Sophie’s smile turns conspiratorial as she leans in a little closer to add, “But you won’t tell on me, right? I just finished up a three-year stint at Bedford Hills, and there is no way I want to go back there. I’m sure you can understand why.”

Bedford Hills is a women’s-only correctional facility that most New Yorkers know about because it’s where Amy Fisher did her time after she shot Joey Buttafuoco’s wife.

Basically, there is no fucking way Sophie Sage spent three years there. But the fact that she’s pretending to be a secret, undercover felon in the name of making this guy leave her alone amuses the hell out of me. I’m going to have to thank Ki-Ki for the smooth, understated vibe of this song she’s playing now, because normally, there’s no way I would’ve been able to make out what they were saying at all.

“Uh…Y-yeah. Of course…” The dude pauses and swallows hard around a mouthful of shock as his eyes dart around the nightclub. In mere seconds, his face has morphed from douchey and flirtatious to a man who fears the woman beside him is going to pull a shiv out of her purse and stab him in the dick.

“Oh shit!” he shouts far too loudly and holds his hand up to his ear like he’s actually hearing something from the other side of the club. “I-I think my buddy is yelling for me. Yep. That’s him. Definitely him. I…uh…better go see if…he’s okay…yeah…I should do that…uh…bye.”

Like a sprinter out of the gate after the gunshot, he’s off the couch, gliding past me with a whoosh, and heading straight for the dance floor. I track his momentum over my shoulder to steal a final glance of his warp-speed departure, and man, it’s worth it. Like a pinball in an active machine, he bumps into several people as he tries to put as much distance between himself and Sophie and her prison stories as quickly as humanly possible.

It’s comedy in its purest form and a situation I could spend a good ten minutes laughing about—if it weren’t for the woman on the couch. When I turn back toward her, she’s staring at me with wide, tumultuous emerald eyes.

I grin down at her and scoot past the low-set table between us to settle a small kiss on the apple of her cheek. Her whole body shivers as I put my warm palm to the opposite side of her throat and whisper softly into her ear. “Hello, Sophie. Fancy seeing you here tonight.”

“Uh…hey, Jude,” she greets quietly, her voice shaking slightly with something I can’t fully discern.

Satisfaction? Surprise? Nervousness?

I don’t know. But I’m undeniably glad to see her and get the chance to find out. Taking a seat next to her, I skim my hand over the top of her bare knee and cross my ankle over my own, stretching an arm across the back of the sofa behind her. Her body turns toward mine subtly, and my grin kicks up a notch or two.

“Parole officer? Court order? And a three-year stint in the slammer?” I repeat her earlier words, and a little laugh jumps from her throat.

“I take it I’ve been caught red-handed in the middle of my web of lies, huh?”

I nod. “Where in the hell did you come up with that shit?”

“Truthfully? I’m not quite sure.” She shrugs one bare shoulder. “Lifetime movie. Dateline. Too many Netflix crime documentaries. Any of those could be to blame for my depravity.”

“Why do I get the feeling that’s not the first time you’ve done something like that to scare off a man’s unwanted advances?”

“Probably because it’s not the first time.” She cringes, but also, the hint of a guilty smile kisses her perfect mouth.

It’s so fucking cute I wish I could snap a picture to remember the adorable expression on her pretty face. Not to mention, the realization that she’s not giving me even remotely the hard time she did Brad Phi Kappa spurs a thrill of satisfaction in my veins.

Something tells me Sophie Sage enjoys my kind of fun. And more than that, I think that’s why she’s here right now…

“Are you by yourself tonight?”

She nods, and her eyes flash like a traffic camera after she’s just run a red light. They tell a story, one made up of highs and lows and a conclusion that ends at this club with me, serving her willingness on a platter much larger than a simple text to my number. I’ve never been more certain of one thing—she is here for me.

And now the fun can begin. Game on.

I smirk, stand up, and reach down to take her hands into mine. Once I gently pull her off the velvet couch and to her feet, I wrap my arm around her waist and bring her closer to my chest so I can whisper, “You’re here,” into her ear.

“I am.” She nods again, and the shell of her ear brushes across my lips.

“You look beautiful,” I tell her truthfully and reach up to tuck a piece of her silky brown hair behind her ear. “That dress of yours is reason enough for you to actually have a parole officer, or hell, maybe for me to have one.”

“What do you mean?” she asks.

“I’m liable to get into fifteen brawls on the dance floor tonight, Soph, and that’s just with the men who are brave enough to touch you. I can’t even consider the ones who are bound to be looking at you in this thing.”

Even to myself, I sound oddly territorial. I reason internally, though, that no boy likes to share the newest of his toys, and boys never really grow up. I want to kiss and dance and fuck. I don’t need any other men coming over with their bullshit one-liners and distracting her. Right now, I want all of her attention.

Her cheeks redden a little at my words, and my nose doesn’t miss the fact that she smells insanely good. The soft hints of vanilla and sweet sugar and something else I can’t determine fill my head and damn near make me high.

I have to get confirmation of her intentions quickly, before I get completely lost in her. “Are you here for me?” I ask bluntly, and Sophie leans back to search my eyes.

“Well…it’s either that or I’m having a temporary moment of insanity.” She scoff-laughs. “Hell, maybe it’s both.”

“Temporary insanity isn’t always a bad thing.” I smile and let my gaze flit from her gorgeous eyes to her full, red-painted lips before locking my eyes with hers again. “In this case, I think it means you’ve given yourself permission to have fun.”

“Yeah. I think that’s what it means, too.”

Instantly, a buzz of excitement blasts into my veins and sets my blood to singing. If Sophie Sage is here for fun, I’m going to make sure I give it to her. And with the club running as smoothly as it is, I have the freedom and time to make it happen

Oh yeah. Tonight is going to be a good fucking night.

About five years ago, a dynamic duo of romance authors teamed up under the pseudonym Max Monroe, and, well, the rest is history…
Max Monroe is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author of more than thirty contemporary romance titles. Favorite writing partners and long time friends, Max and Monroe strive to live and write all the fun, sexy swoon so often missing from their Facebook newsfeed. Sarcastic by nature, their two writing souls feel like they’ve found their other half. This is their most favorite adventure thus far. ​
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