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This story sounds as hot as the cover, I can’t wait until it releases 💙 

Title: Thief

Series: Boston Underworld #5

Author: A. Zavarelli

Genre: Dark Romance
Cover Design: Lara, Coverlüv

Release Date: February 23, 2018

Blurb

I’m a good girl.

I live by a code
that can’t be bent or broken. It is my duty to my family to stay innocent and
pure. To marry an Italian man. The stars are already aligned.

But Nikolai Kozlov
re-writes my destiny with five simple words.

You belong to me
now.

He’s Russian mafiya.
A thief. A skilled liar with no moral boundaries. He is everything I have
been taught to hate. A man who stands for nothing. A man who takes what he
wants without a second thought.

And what he wanted
was me.

He thinks he
controls my fate, but what he doesn’t know is, sometimes it’s the good girls
you have to watch out for. 

I’m a dangerous man.

I live by a code.
The Vory code. It is my duty to my family to protect the brotherhood. To
destroy anyone who threatens what we stand for, including her.

She’s a dancer. A
beautiful little doll. My prisoner, and my new favorite puppet. This mafia
princess thinks she has me under her spell, but in the end, she is simply
collateral.

It’s a shame to
destroy precious things.

But this is what bad
men do.

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The first thing I always notice about a person is their
posture. I was raised to believe that good posture conveys good manners, as
well as respect for those around you. Nikolai carries his posture like a casual
‘f#ck you’ to everyone around him. There is no decorum in his leather jacket,
jeans, or his haphazardly laced motorcycle boots. Everything he wears is black,
but the small glimpse of skin beneath is a riot of colors. Tattoos cover every
inch of his exposed skin, including his throat.

I’m not sure which is more offensive- the ink or the faux
hawk atop his head. This is not the way you attend a ballet, nor is he the type
of man I expect my father to keep company with.

“Tanaka.” He reaches for my hand and kisses it in a way that
few men would ever dare to do in my father’s presence. “You dance beautifully.”

The words are unmistakably accented. Russian. And I’m
struggling to maintain my composure while making sense of this situation. My
father has always been protective of me. His own men know better than to speak
to me or look at me, but for this stranger, somehow, it’s okay. 

My manners, at least, are still intact, so I reply as I should. “You’ve seen me
dance?”


Nikolai flashes a boyish smile in contrast to the deepness
of his blue-green eyes. “I like to invest my time in the arts.”

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A. Zavarelli is a USA Today and Amazon bestselling
author.

She likes all things chocolate, books that come with warnings, and putting her
characters through hell. Her tales have been known to flirt with darkness and
sometimes court it unabashedly altogether. Revenge themes and tortured souls
are her favorites to write and this gives her an excuse to watch bizarre and
twisted documentaries in her spare time.

She currently lives in the Northwest with her lumberjack and an entire brood of
fur babies. 

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Gentleman Nine ~ Excerpt Reveal 

 

 

 

 

 

From New York Times bestselling author Penelope Ward, comes a new, sexy standalone novel.

 

Growing up, the three of us were friends.

He was the nerd.

I was the playboy.

She was the beauty.

 

Deep down, I only ever wanted her. I kept it inside because Rory and I made a pact that our friend, Amber, was off-limits.

He lied.

 

I went off to college, and he got the girl.

Amber never knew how I felt.

They were together for years—before he broke her heart.

 

Through it all and across the miles, she and I casually stayed in touch.

When my job sent me to Boston for a three-month contract position, Amber let me stay in her spare room.

 

Still reeling from her breakup, she’d sworn off men.

One night, I opened her computer to find the shock of my life. She’d hesitantly contacted a male escort company. Afraid to date and get her heart broken again, she was looking for sex with no strings.

Every emotion imaginable ran through me: protectiveness, jealousy—curiosity.

Amber had chosen Gentleman Number Nine and sent him a message.

She opened up to him, confessing, among other things, her physical attraction to her friend— me. But she considered me off-limits—and she thought I was a manwhore. (Ironic, considering the circumstances.)

Eventually, she set up a date to meet Gentleman Nine at a hotel.

When she showed up several nights later to meet him, she got the surprise of her life to see me standing there—with an offer I hoped she wouldn’t refuse.

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G9,

 Is that what your friends call you? I like that. Thanks for the answers.

That’s an interesting question—why tonight of all nights? Well, I saw my ex tagged on Facebook with another woman, and that put me over the edge. But it’s more than that. Lately, I’ve developed a strong attraction to a good friend of mine, and that’s sort of screwing with me a bit. He’s actually temporarily living in my condo, but he’s someone I’ve known for years. I’ve always thought he was extremely handsome, but it’s complicated. He and I would not be a good match romantically. He’s not the monogamous type, or at least, he never used to be. We’re better off as friends. He was also the best friend of my ex years back, so there’s that. Having him around, though, has made me more sensitized to my sexual desires. Little things like the waft of his scent, the way he touches the small of my back when he passes by me in the kitchen…it’s like my body is on this constant state of alert. So, I was thinking if I could just—for lack of a better word—get laid, maybe I could get this feeling out of my system.

 

Amber

 

My jaw was open as I just sat there staring at the screen.

Holy shit.

I read it again.

And again.

And again.

I honestly didn’t think that Amber felt that way about me. She would always make jokes about me being good-looking, but her attraction to Rory proved that her taste wasn’t exactly conventional. Now, I really felt like shit for invading her privacy, because there was no way she would’ve been okay with confessing that to me. I never imagined any of this had to do with me. I’d assumed it was solely about Rory.

She wanted to use another man to f*ck me out of her system?

That revelation left me shocked and confused—not to mention hard as f*ck thinking about the fact that Amber wanted me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Penelope Ward is a New York Times, USA Today, and #1 Wall Street Journal Bestselling author. She’s a seventeen-time New York Times bestseller. Her novels are published in over a dozen languages and can be found in bookstores around the world. Having grown up in Boston with five older brothers, she spent most of her twenties as a television news anchor, before switching to a more family-friendly career. She is the proud mother of a beautiful 13-year-old girl with autism and a 12-year-old boy. Penelope and her family reside in Rhode Island.

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The Sweetest Package ~ New Release

Dont miss this new release from Leigh Lennon

Title: The Sweetest Package

Series: Jake Davis Novella #2

Author: Leigh Lennon

Genre: Romantic Suspense

Release Date: February 10, 2018

Blurb

Jake

Eight days was all we
had.

It was supposed to be
casual; just sex.

Hell, the best laid
plans were blown to pieces

as I found myself
watching my heart drive away.

Sure, I let her go,
but I’ve not been the same since she’s been gone.

Sasha

How can my heart beat
so differently for a man I knew only for eight days?

He let me go. Sure, I
could have stuck around to fight for him.

I should have. Hell,
I wanted to.

But then I understood
what true love really means and I had to choose.

Now I am back,
immersed in his life.

Can he accept
everything I’ve done in the name of love?

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I can’t say
he looks surprised that I’m standing motionless on his front porch. It’s funny,
in the ten days I had been here, I’ve never once used this entrance. My
expression is blank but his is
certainly not. With a small smile covering the scruff that has sprung up since
I left, he extends his hand for me to shake it. All I want to do is deck him,
but I can’t, not until I hear him out.

“I had a
feeling I would see you again,” he says, putting down his hand, as it’s
apparent I won’t be shaking it, not yet. Stepping out of the way, he motions me
in. “You better come on in. This may take a while, Jake,” he plainly states,
knowing what I need.

I look over
my right shoulder and see a fucking iguana. I had hoped the next time I was
here it would be with Sasha by my side. This time I need only one room, instead
of two like we had a few days ago. Shit, how my life has imploded in two days.

I have
never been in the front part of his house before and it’s still adorned with
Christmas decorations. Leading me to the back of the house that looks out to
the veranda and the pool I have fond memories of, I turn to him. “You wanted to
tell me, didn’t you, Mack?”

Shoving his
hands into the pockets of his faded blue jeans, he shrugs. “After the two of
you got back from the Grand Caymans last week, when I met you down at the pool,
I had it in my mind I would tell you. Then you told me you wanted more with
her. I couldn’t take a chance telling you. If you were on the cusp of revealing
your true feelings to her and what you wanted, it would ruin any future the two
of you had.”

“So, you
just let Sylvie manipulate you, with no regard for me?”

He looks
away and I know I’ve hit a cord. “What does she have on you, Mack?” Looking
away again, this is all I need to understand, she has used him. “What the fuck
could be more important than using an innocent woman like Sasha against me,
making me fall for her, just to do Sylvie’s bidding?” I’m now yelling and he
still has not faced me. He avoids looking at me eye to eye, man to man.

Out of
nowhere, the door opens and I hear the familiar voice of Mack’s better half,
“Me, Jake. She has me, that’s what she’s using against Mack.” Turning, I see
the long and lean figure of Mack’s wife, Anna, sobbing as she continues to
explain.

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Ten days.

The Cayman Islands.

A holiday trip to forget the woman I lost.

Suddenly, I’m face to face with the sassiest
and hardest of women, who may be able to make me forget all I left behind.

And I want her!

This vacation is about moving on.

The saucy little ginger flaunting her perfect curvy
body in her next to nothing bikinis can be the distraction I need to forget it
all.

Her fire and brimstone attitude leaves me in
constant arousal.

And she proposes a holiday affair, one I gladly
accept knowing this is a hell of a risk to my already floundering heart.

But in the end, will I be able to say goodbye?

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Now, we sit
in silence as I continue to feel her observation fall upon me, over and over again,
while she doesn’t hide the fact she’s looking at me up and down like I am a
mannequin.

Finally,
being direct, I say, “Um, is there something I can help you with?”

Taking a
sip of my coffee, I’m expecting her to sidestep but no, I should understand her
candidness at this point, as she says, “I was just thinking what it would be
like to fuck you.” My coffee makes its way out of my mouth. It would get all
tens if this were a spitting contest.

“Oh, I
shocked you?” she asks, almost timidly but with the little cocky smirk that is
both behind her mouth, and moving up to those caramel-amber eyes of hers, she’s
not attempting to be shy, not in the least.

“So, tell
me,” I begin. “What have you come up with?” I ask.

Pursing her
lips together, Sasha finally answers. “Um, let me really imagine this in my
mind as I describe it. First, you have a long dick, like super long. It is
thick and will fill me up just fine.” Instantaneously, my super long dick she’s
describing aches. “Next, I would say you love pussy. However, mine is
incredibly delectable.” Fuck, I try not to moan. “Next, I imagine you holding
yourself up with one hand while you’re over me, licking my pussy, bringing me
to a really good orgasm, all while you jerk yourself off. And by the way, if I
had to guess, you’re really good with your tongue.”

I smile
because I’ve been told this on many occasions but at the same time, my balls
ache. She doesn’t say anything and I realize she’s finished. I respond, “I
think that is a possible scenario.”

Standing
up, she gives me a throaty little laugh. “Who knows, this may just be a long
ten days.” She winks then leaves me aching in pain when she retreats to her
bedroom.

Ah, fuck!
This woman might be the death of me.

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Leigh Lennon is
mother, veteran and a wife of a cancer survivor. Originally with a degree in
education, she started writing as an outlet that has led to a deep passion. She
lugs her computer with her as she crafts her next story. Her imaginary
friends become real on her pages as she creates a world for them. She loves
pretty nails, spikey hair and large earrings. Leigh can be found drinking
coffee or wine, depending on the time of the day.

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Peep Show

I definitely have to read this book this weekend.  Why? Isabella Starling, that why!

Title: Peep Show

Author: Isabella Starling

Genre: Romantic Suspense/Dark Romance

Release Date: January 25, 2018

Blurb

She’s stripping.

I’m watching.

She’s playing.

I’m watching.

She’s mine, I’m coming…

Bebe Hall is a heartbreaker. She’s the it girl of the moment, a partygirl
nobody can stop in her path of self destruction. Bebe Hall isn’t the star of
her own story.

She’s the star of mine.

My name is Miles O’Reilly. I’m a photographer. An agoraphobic. A millionaire. A
womanizer. I’m confined to my apartment. I don’t leave. Ever.

But when she sees me with my latest online conquest in the window of my
apartment, my attention shifts to Bebe.

And once I see something I want, I don’t give up until it’s mine.

Forever.

Peep Show is a 90,000 word novel with themes of voyeurism and dark scenes
that may be upsetting to readers. If you are brave enough, come meet Miles.
He’s been waiting for you.

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Chapter One

I stumbled into my bedroom, giggling to myself and shaking
on too-high heels and too much vodka.

A glance in the huge mirror on my wall reminded me of what I mess I was when I
had too much to drink. My silver sequined dress was riding up, revealing a hint
of my ass under the shiny fabric. My hair was wild, the dark brown locks a halo
around my head, and my brown eyes glowed with excitement. At least my makeup
was still in place, the perfect smoky cat-eye enhancing my looks, making me
appear demure yet sexy. I’d perfected the art of it, making sure I always had
someone eager to buy me a drink.

I sank down on my bed and pulled off the murderous black heels that had been
torturing me all night. But it was okay – I’d learned to handle the pain, and
when I was dancing, it never mattered anyway.

I lay back and I stared at my ceiling, letting myself think about what my life
had become, but only for a short minute.

The key was never to focus on it for too long. I had to forget, and drinking,
dancing and partying, was the only way I could do it. If I stopped twirling,
stopped tipping back glass after glass, I risked stopping long enough to think
about what I was doing. And that was the last thing I wanted to do.

I needed to forget about Posy. She was long gone, and there was no bringing her
back.

I pushed myself off the bed shakily, and walked over to my window to let some
fresh air in. There was nothing quite like a nice fall breeze to clear my head,
and God, I needed some fucking clarity.

I opened the blinds and looked outside, the street below me illuminated with
streetlights. It was gone four a.m., and most of the lights in the apartment
building next door were off. I lived in a nice neighborhood of townhouses,
about three apartments per floor and three floors total. It was a nice place to
live, and, of course, I wouldn’t have been able to afford it if it hadn’t been
for my parents’ stack of cash in my bank account.

Being a trust-fund baby definitely had its benefits.

My eyes traveled upwards and focused on the only illuminated apartment across
the street from me. I could see right into their home, but the minimalistic
apartment seemed to be empty, even though it was lit up.

I wobbled on my feet and opened the window wide, enjoying the breeze on my
face, slowly bringing me to my senses once again.

A thumping noise interrupted my reverie, and I looked up again, right into the
apartment opposite mine. Except now, it wasn’t empty anymore.

Now, there was a dark, impossibly tall figure pressing a naked woman against
the window, fucking her savagely, mashing her tits against the window, her
mouth opened in an endless gasp as he took her from behind.

My mouth gaped in surprise, and I moved a little to the side, hiding in the
darkness and watching the show they were putting on with a smirk on my face.

The woman had small but perky tits. Her skin was dark, almost ebony, a sharp
contrast to the pale man standing behind her, towering over her. She was tiny
and curvy, and he was fucking enormous.

He was all toned muscle and dark, slicked back hair. His strong, muscular arm
was wrapped around her neck in a chokehold, strangling the screams right out of
her. And his skin was covered in dark, menacing ink, the black color stark
against his light skin.

I wanted more.

I wanted to keep watching.

I shifted on my feet to get a better view of what was going on before me.

He fucked her like an animal. I could see his hips working, pushing, thrusting
inside her from behind, claiming her petite body and making her mouth open in a
silent scream. He fucked like a beast, and he looked like a monster. I fell in
love with him right then and there.

My fingers shook as I reached for my purse, scrambling to find it on the bed
and trying not to look away from the scene in front of me at the same time. I
wanted to watch. I wanted to see his face when he filled her up. I wanted to
see if he’d pull her hair back like I imagined he would.

I managed to get my phone out of my handbag, bringing it in front of my face
and quickly snapping a picture of them. It was blurry as fuck, but it would
have to do. Suddenly, I felt awake and sober, staring into the cold night
outside and wishing I could swap places with the wild-haired beauty. I wanted
him inside me.

A burst of inexplicable jealousy bubbled lazily in the pit of my stomach, but I
did my best to ignore it. Instead, I kept snapping pictures of them. Of him.

Wishing I could see him better, I moved from behind the curtain a little bit
closer to the window. My breath made foggy circles on the glass and my hands
shook as I dropped my phone and reached under the hem of my dress.

The silver sequins felt cold and exciting on my fingertips, and I touched them
gently before spreading my own trembling legs apart, slowly outlining the wet,
dripping shape of my pussy lips between my thighs.

I was so wet.

In fact, I was fucking leaking all over my panties, the image across the street
making my pussy drool so much I flushed in embarrassment.

But I couldn’t help myself. Couldn’t resist slipping my fingers under the
sodden satin fabric of my panties, outlining my perfectly waxed pussy as I
shivered under my own touch. It felt so strange, voyeuristic, to be watching
them do this only on the other side of the street. And it was horny as hell.

My fingers worked their magic between my legs, slowly teasing my cunt open and
finding my clit. I’d let someone kiss me at the club that night, but I didn’t
bring anyone back with me, which was strange for me. I liked having someone to
go home with. It made me feel wanted.

I remembered his hot, needy lips. He was a nice guy, not one I’d usually go
for, which was probably the reason I hadn’t brought him back home with me. He
had a buzzcut, and his face was clean-shaven too, and I loved the prickly
feeling of his features under my fingertips, and the push of his bulge against
my tummy. But I didn’t let myself have it. I really didn’t do nice guys,
because I wasn’t a very nice girl.

Lips parting in a gasp, I braced myself against the windowsill as my fingers
stroked me towards an orgasm. His hand was squeezing her throat so tightly she
looked like she was out of breath, her chest heaving and her mouth open so
wide.

She was crying.

He was fucking her so hard, so savagely, with so little mercy, that the poor
girl was crying her eyes out, all the while coming all over his dick.

Fuck!

I gasped, my fingers working in fast, messy circles to get myself off. I came
with a desperate cry, my pussy making a mess all over my fingers. I’d always
been such an easy comer, ever since I learned how to get off by myself.

My eyes felt strained as I looked back up, and then opened as wide as they
possibly could as I stared at them. He was still choking the girl, her eyes
closed and her breathing ragged, but his own gaze was firmly fixed on me.

I panicked. Surely he couldn’t see me – my room was barely illuminated. But I
saw them both so fucking well.

He grinned at me. Two rows of perfectly straight, impossibly white teeth
glaring in the darkness of the night. He ran his free hand through his dark,
slicked back hair, and carelessly scratched at the stubble growing on his chin.
Then, he reached in front and pinched the girl’s nipple so hard she threw her
head back in a scream I couldn’t hear.

He kept staring, and I couldn’t look away and my heart leapt when he knocked on
the window. Two sharp raps, whispering something in his girl’s ear, making her
eyes fly open in panic, glance across the street, and she saw me.

I stared at her. I stared at them both, unable to move, my pussy juices
dribbling down my thighs.

He raised a hand and waved at me, an easy smirk playing on his lips. The devil
waved and nudged the girl he was fucking, motioning for her to do the same
thing. When she shook her head, his hand wrapped tighter around her throat.

And she looked at me sheepishly, and waved, just like he had.

I’d never wanted to be someone else until that moment, when I wished with
absolute desperation that I was the beautiful petite girl next door getting her
pussy slammed by a stranger.

He thrust inside her one last time and my own fingers repeated his motion. His
eyes remained locked on me as he came, the girl crumpling in his arms, only him
holding her up as he spurted inside her. My fingers fell away from my body, my
poor cunt spasming by itself, leaking down my thighs, ruining the sequins of my
dress and covering them in my own pussy juice.

My legs shook and my cunt spasmed as I came again.

I watched him let go of the girl, gently laying her down on the floor. I could
only see her naked back against the glass, her shoulders hunched as she cried
her release out, her whole body shaking with pent-up orgasms.

And then he stepped up to the window, in all his glory. He must’ve been over 6
feet 5. He was fucking enormous, so tall she looked like a child at his feet.

And he was completely naked, save for the condom on his dick.

His fucking cock matched his height, making my mouth water at the sight of it.
He was ripped, muscles everywhere, looking not just like he worked out
regularly but like he made it his mission to keep his body in perfect shape.

His cock was still hard as he took the condom off, discarded it on the floor
and stroked slowly.

He grinned at me, and stroked his cock lazily with one hand as he wrote on the
steamed-up window with the other.

My eyes danced across the words and I stepped forward, letting the light of the
streetlights outside illuminate me. I knew he saw me now, because he jerked his
dick faster, and it made me fucking ecstatic. He liked what he saw. And how
couldn’t he? I was always sure to be groomed to 5 feet and 10 inches of
polished, manicured and slutty perfection.

I followed his fingers writing in the window and lifted my dress up, showing
him my ruined panties.

His eyebrows shot up and he smirked at me, licking his fingers and palming his
shaft with fast, needy motions.

I stared at his words in the window, written clumsily, some of them fucked up
because he’d tried to write their mirror reflection so I could read it.

My pussy tingled at his crudeness.

My heart thumped in anticipation.

And my mind reeled with the possibilities.

I DARE YOU TO GO NEXT.

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Dark, dirty and
taboo is what Isabella Starling is known for. 

An Amazon top 25
bestselling Author, Isabella has 10 books under her belt in under a year. She
is a self-proclaimed Tumblr gif addict and always looking for her next
forbidden story. 

If you pick up a
Starling book, you can count on a bad-mouthed, bossy man who will dominate his
woman with a rough hand. 

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of taboo, a touch of BDSM and a pinch of suspense, and you’re all set for a
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Title: Chased

Author: Clarissa Wild

Genre: Dark Romance

Cover Design: Booming Covers

Release Date: February 12, 2018

Blurb


I’m filthy rich … and ruthless.

I live for the hunt. The chase.

My desires aren’t exactly normal.


But neither is she … The girl I bought.

She’s innocent and blind.

Perfect for all my wicked needs.

Perfect to prove just how far I’m willing to go.

But there’s just one problem …

I’m falling for her. Deep. Hard. Fast.

Even though I’m the bad guy. The man who keeps her locked away.

I’ll do anything to make her stay.

One thing’s for sure … She will be mine.

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Her
whispers are like a drug to me.

I can’t
stop listening, can’t stop fucking zoning out completely as she grabs my leg
with those sweet little hands.

Her lips
are so close to mine I can almost taste them.

And I want
to.

So fucking
bad …

I’m
consumed with the thought of taking her, and for a second I’m almost tempted to
do just that.

Grab her by
her waist, tear off her clothes, rip down my zipper, and ram my cock into her
dripping wet pussy.

But I know
it’s all lies.

All lies my
mind spins to make me feel wanted.

To make me
feel good.

Because I’m
not.

I’m far
from it, and she knows it.

When her
fingers graze my dick, I grasp her wrist and stop her.

She’s not
doing this because she wants me just as much.

She’s doing
this because she wants out.

I’m being
used. And I don’t like being used.

“Don’t,” I
hiss, pushing her away.

She cocks
her head and her tongue dips out again to lip those sweet little lips that I
just want to conquer. “Tell me you don’t want this.”

I narrow my
eyes, unable to pull away even though I should.

Fuck.

It’s so
goddamn wrong.

She’s my
prisoner. I shouldn’t want her, and yet I do, and now she knows.

When I
bought her, I never thought I’d succumb to my desires so easily.

Maybe she’s
found my weak spot.

Or maybe
I’m really looking for salvation … and she’s the only one who can give it to
me.

No. I can’t
allow it.

“No,” I
reply, lying through my teeth.

But I have
to make a stand.

Have to
stop this from happening before it’s too late.

“I don’t
believe you,” she says, inching closer again.

I
immediately get off the couch, not giving a shit that my dick is rock hard
because of her.

I won’t let
her find out.

Author Bio

Clarissa Wild is a New York Times & USA Today
Bestselling author, best known for the dark Romance novel Mr. X. Her novels
include the Fierce Series, the Delirious Series, the Stalker Duology,
Twenty-One (21), Ultimate Sin, Viktor, Unprofessional Bad Boys Series, RUIN,
Indecent Games Series, Father, and Caged. She is also a writer of various
erotic romances. She is an avid reader and writer of sexy stories about hot men
and feisty women. Her other loves include her furry cat friend and learning
about different cultures. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of
movies, reading tons of books and cooking her favorite meals.

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A Shameless Little Con ~ New Release 

Title: A Shameless Little Con

Series: The Shameless Series #1

Author: Meli Raine

Genre: Romantic Suspense

Release Date: January 30, 2018

Blurb

I didn’t do
it.

I never
betrayed my friend.

Last year,
I was kidnapped along with presidential candidate’s daughter Lindsay Bosworth,
forced to help her assailants, my mother implicated in one of the biggest
political scandals in American history.

I’ve been
cleared of any wrongdoing, but that doesn’t matter. Once you’re tried by the media,
you’re guilty as sin. The truth doesn’t get the public’s attention.

But shame?
Shame sells.

And
everyone assumes you’re tainted.

Now I have
my own personal security team, courtesy of the United States government. Not
the one you learned about in civics class, though.

I’m being
tracked by the deep state. The shadow government. They’ve assigned Silas
Gentian to be with me twenty-four seven. He thinks he knows everything about me
– all of it bad — and he does.

On paper.

Like
everyone else, he assumes I’m a traitor. A backstabber. A betrayer. Someone who
helped a group of violent psychopaths, puppets of powerful men in Washington
who made me into a tool.

Yet I see
how he looks at me. True desire can’t be faked.

Or hidden.

And that
goes both ways.

He assumes
I’m trying to fool him.

And he
might be right.

But not for
the reasons he thinks.

A Shameless Little Con is the first book in the Shameless
trilogy by USA Today bestselling author Meli Raine.

A Shameless
Little Lie (Book 2 ~ Coming March 27, 2018)

A Shameless
Little Bet (Book 3 ~ Coming May 29, 2018)

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“Has it
ever occurred to you that maybe, just maybe, if you thought it through, there
might be a completely different angle on every part of this mess? That maybe
I’m telling the truth?” I taunt him. That’s how this feels–like nothing but a
nasty game. The push-pull of wanting him to treat me like a human being and
wanting to lash out and hurt him is infuriating, but it is better than sitting
here and taking his negativity like a passive little doormat.

“Of course
I have.”

“And you’ve
rejected that. Completely.”

“Yes.”

“Then
you’re really bad at your job, Silas,” I say, letting all the bitterness and
contempt come through my voice.

“You’ve
wounded me, Jane.” Turns out he can do contempt, too. Better than I can.

“I mean it.
Anyone whose job is to protect people can’t be such an absolutist. It makes you
weak. Gives other people an easy shot at you.”

“‘Other
people’? Do you mean people like you?”

“No. I mean
people like the ones who attacked Lindsay.”

“Right.
People like you.”

I shake my
head slowly, the waves of panic flowing through me, giving in to them. Letting
them come because what choice do I have?

And guess
what?

You can
feel all of that panic, let the anxiety overwhelm you, nearly black out from
the incongruity of being shamed, driving toward an unknown destination where
you have no control–

–and still
stand up for yourself.

“I have
nothing left to lose, Silas. My mom is dead, my reputation’s beyond
salvageable, I don’t have a job or a place to live, and everywhere I go
someone’s trying to kill me. Even my online world is nothing but garbage and
threats from shitlords. So, as a simple thought exercise, can you try? You’re
protecting me. Someone assigned you to me. Give me the courtesy of doing your
job completely. If I’m stuck with you–and I know I am–I, at least, want you to
do your best.”

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Meli Raine
writes romantic suspense with hot bikers, intense undercover DEA agents, bad
boys turned good, and Special Ops heroes — and the women who love them.

Meli rode
her first motorcycle when she was five years old, but she played in the ocean
long before that. She lives in New England with her family.

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Don’t Be Afraid ~ New Release 

Title: Don’t Be Afraid

Author: C.A. Harms

Genre: Second Chance Contemporary Romance

Release Date: January 30, 2018

Blurb

Have you ever looked at someone and just knew,

knew that they were placed in your life for a reason?

The one person that would be not only your best friend,

but your absolute everything.

That’s how I felt the first time I saw him.

That one day when a few little words changed our entire
lives forever…

Don’t be
Afraid, he said.

Life can change so quickly.

One moment you can be smiling and feeling as if you’re
walking on clouds and the next, everything you love, everything you treasure
crumbles at your feet.

I told him to fight, I told him I needed him.

We needed him.

But there are just some fights that can’t be won…

He was my angel then, and he’s still my angel now.

In a way, I believe he’s still looking out for us, giving us
a future.

Sometimes it’s as if I can still feel his presence,

guiding us and keeping us safe.

So, I won’t be Afraid.

I’ll live. I’ll fight.

It’s what he would have wanted.

I’ll do it for him…

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I buried my body beneath the covers and curled around his warmth. With my head rested just where he’d wanted it, I closed my eyes tight and willed the tears away. Doing my best to hide the emptiness consuming me, I concentrated on breathing evenly.


“Always loved you right like this,” he confessed. “Your body so close to mine it feels like we’re the same person.” 


I took deep breaths as I thought of all the reasons life was so damn unfair.


“Loved burying my face in your hair, just breathing you in.”


Those were the words most girls dreamed of hearing, and they made our love feel more solid and concrete. But hearing them now was like a slow form of torture, because they were tearing the small amount of control I had left in me to pieces.


“You were made just for me, Sawyer Cooper,” he whispered sleepily. “I truly believe that.”


I squeeze my eyes shut tighter as I curled into him closer.


“Forever my girl.”


Tears rolled along my cheeks as I did all I could to wipe them away before he noticed. I was thankful sleep had taken him over and he was oblivious to the shattering of my soul.

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C.A. Harms is like any other addicted reader. She enjoys happy endings and HEA love stories. She hasn’t always been a lover of Romance and had once been addicted to a good Mystery. Just recently she has taken on a new liking and now is a full blown Romance novel addict.

  She lives in Illinois and enjoys spending time with her husband and two children. You will always find her with her kindle or paperback in hand as it is her favorite pass time.

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