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Crave to Conquer, the first book in the Myth of Omega Series from Zoey Ellis is currently FREE! 

 

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The most savage Alpha in the land is relentlessly searching for his Omega.

And she’s hiding right under his nose.

Arrogant ruler, Drocco, enlists Cailyn to help him find a mate — but he yearns to dominate her.

Knowing her life would be over if he ever discovered she was an Omega, Cailyn is trapped.

She came for his secrets, prepared for his wild nature, but not for the effect he would have on her.

Their irresistible attraction puts them both at risk… and everything they thought they knew is changed forever.

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The Kissing Contract, an all-new irresistible romance from USA Today bestselling author Amy Andrews, is available now!

 

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Marshall Dyson wants one thing and one thing only: to raze his grandfather’s island to the ground. Everything is ready to go––except for the freakin’ bunnies! Hundreds of the furry critters hopping about and multiplying before his eyes. And then there’s the American Bunny League, along with one distractingly beautiful veterinarian, taking him to court to save them…

Dr. Augusta “Gus” North can’t believe the grumpy–and annoyingly hot–builder she’s facing in court cares more about demo-ing some cabin than the lives of 200 bunnies. But when the judge orders Marshall to stay on the island and help her rehome the rabbits – the entire month – she knows they’re going to need to lay some ground rules.

Like, for example, absolutely no kissing. Might as well go ahead and get that in writing. Sure it’s on a napkin, but that still counts.

How hard could it be to keep their hands off each other amidst all the fighting? Surprisingly, harder than wrangling 200 bunnies…

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About Amy Andrews

Amy is an Aussie author of hot contemporary romance who believes in multiple orgasms, mighty wangs and happily ever afters. She’s been penning them for over twenty years and has 70+ books to her name.

As well as unforgettable characters and great sex you’ll also be treated to some laughs and a dollop of quirk because Amy doesn’t seem to know how to write a book without a bit of both. You might also cry a little because there’s nothing she loves more than a laughy-criey book!

She also loves sunsets and rainbows, unicorns and mermaids, booze and travel. And her home that overlooks the ocean. She may also happen to believe she was a Roman goddess in her past life because its the only thing that explains her adoration for all things Italy.

 

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Reporter, Bre Hayne, is on the hunt for a story. Finally, her big career break has fallen into her lap, and she has a chance to get the scoop on one of the notoriously private shifters. Not many of them exist, but one Holt Lachlan has put an ad out for a mate, and Bre is up for the challenge. She’ll pretend to be interested, gather intel on him, and then scoot out of Uncertain, Texas just as fast as her old junker truck can speed her back to the news station. But the deeper into the story she goes, the more she realizes maybe Holt isn’t the one who is the monster. Maybe it’s her.

Alligator shifter, Holt Lachlan, is the centre of an unfortunate legend. His family name has been tarnished by these swamps for generations, and he has to go outside of the town to try and find a mate. Desperate for something to occupy his inner animal, he meets up with a spunky beauty named Bre and tells her the rules. The most important rule? Pretend he’s normal. Ignore the growling, don’t pay attention to his eye colour, and definitely don’t go anywhere near the waters of Uncertain’s swamp at night. He’s protective of his territory, but the more he gets to know the bold and beguiling woman who has answered his ad, the more he thinks she just might survive his dark secrets…but will he survive hers?

 

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Title: Spectre
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Myth. Monster. Mine. 

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Spectre 

I wasn’t even a man when I took a life for the first time, although you couldn’t say I was a child. If I’d ever had a childhood, it hadn’t lasted long. My father, may he rot in hell, had seen to that. I took his life as well and that, too, happened before I was old enough to be considered a grown man. I never regretted it for a second.

​​​​​​​That path almost led to my own grave and would have, if I hadn’t stumbled across somebody who was as different from my father as the day was from the night. Sarge had seen the monster lurking inside, so he took control, gave me guidelines, rules, so I wouldn’t be the monster my father had planned.

​​​​​​​It worked. I restrained the worst of my rage and honed the skills that had been drilled into me—theft, stealth… assassination. The broken child ceased to exist and I became Spectre, an assassin spoken of in whispers, hired to take out the worst of humanity.

​​​​​​​Then I was sent to kill her…and my world came to a screeching halt.

​​​​​​​Tia 

​​​​​​​It’s taken a long time, but I finally had a nice, steady routine. I stopped trying to conform to the neurotypicals of the world and found my own normal.

​​​​​​​Normal went out the window when I walked into my kitchen and found a strange (hot), dangerous looking (so fricking hot) man drugging my new dog.

It probably wasn’t the smartest thing to leap at him like a banshee and attack, but that’s what I did.

​​​​​​​When my attempt to wreck the vehicle was averted, my kidnapper didn’t hurt or threaten me. In fact, he told me he wanted to protect me.

​​​​​​​This (hot) guy had to be crazy. But if he was crazy, what did that make me? Because I believed him. More, I found myself seeing something beyond the rigid, blank mask he wore.

​​​​​​​He kept trying to push me away, but I couldn’t seem to keep my distance. He calls himself a monster…but when I look at him, that isn’t what I see. I just see him…and I know he’s meant to be mine.

​​​​​​​Warning: This isn’t a snuggly, comfy read. The male MC is a hired killer, while the heroine is neuro-atypical. Some dark material is involved—the hero kidnaps the heroine. There’s also violence when he goes on a rampage against those who put a contract on her. Also references of abuse (not against the heroine). Also very graphic, erotic scenes with minor bondage play.

 

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“Agree,” he said, his voice practically soundless. “Agree to what I asked, damn it, and call your fucking brother.”

“I’m not here to do whatever the fuck you tell me, dumbass!”

“That’s obvious.”

I sneered at him, a reply forming but it never made it past my lips. His hand curled around the back of my neck and I felt the impact all the way down to my toes. But there was nothing cruel or domineering about—it was…gentle. Protective, even.

But then he moved and his next action wasn’t even close to gentle or protective. He pressed me back against the wall and wedged himself between my thighs, let me feel, up close and personal, that big cock I’d noticed moments earlier.

I sucked in a startled gasp, then let out a hungry mewl before I could stop it.

“Keep pushing,” he whispered against my ear. “Just…keep pushing, Tia.”

He moved against me and I shuddered as his cock dragged over me—thick, heavy, demanding.

“Keep pushing.” He bit my earlobe. “You’re not in your nice, safe world right now with some nice, safe guy you met for drinks at the bar near the aquarium.”

He moved against me a second time, then a third.

I squeezed my eyes shut against the onslaught of sensation. Sensation too intense, too consuming.

I’d never felt anything like it.

“Those nice boys will walk away, Tia.” He reached between us then, cupping me.

I sucked in a breath as he ground the heel of his hand against me.

I tried. I tried to brace myself against the impact of what was coming. His fingers slid lower. Defenseless, I clamped my thighs around his hand and dragged my lids up, staring at him.

“I’m not a nice boy. I’m not nice at all.”

He went to pull away.

And that greedy, needy part of me wailed in denial.

Curling one leg around his hips, I moved my hips against his. “If you’re so fucking not nice…then do it already.”

Casper went rigid.

Before he could pull back, I curled my free arm around his neck and glared at him.

“Stop it,” he said.

“No.” I leaned in and kissed him. I wasn’t very good at kissing. At least, I didn’t think I was. I’d never enjoyed it before. The only time I had enjoyed it had been in the SUV with him—just hours earlier—when he’d been distracting a trucker. I wanted to pretend it was something other than what it was, but I was a lousy liar.

Not even to myself. He was right about that.

I kissed Casper the way he’d kissed me, tracing the line of his mouth with my tongue, catching his lower lip between mine and sucking it between my teeth, then biting down when I felt him shudder.

The heat between us sparked, grew, flamed. He thrust against me again and again and I was starving for more, to have him naked inside me, fucking me hard and deep.

He lifted his head and watched me, withdrawing before rocking against me again, slow and steady, letting me feel the full, heavy weight of his cock dragging over me.

“You’re playing a dangerous game,” Casper said, one hand palming my ass, lifting me, adjusting the angle so that when he passed over me again, the sensations were that much more intense.

I might have bit my lip bloody to keep from responding…except I realized that was what he wanted. He didn’t want the response. He didn’t want the reaction. It was safer, for him, if he could pretend I didn’t react. Not to him. Not to this. Which made it that much more laughable. I’d never felt such a strong reaction to a man before, and everything about him made it harder to control my response.

He slid over me again and the cotton material of my leggings dragged over my wet, engorged clitoris. I sank my nails into his shoulders and shoved closer.

Fuck safety.

Fuck logic.

Fuck everything.

I wanted to come.

He tensed.

“Tia…”

I dragged my lids open and stared at him, lashes heavy, body lax. “I want to come. Stop telling me what kind of game I’m playing when you have your cock wedged up against my pussy, Casper. Stop talking about…whatever it is you’re talking about unless you’re going to do something about it. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m a mess right now. I can handle it by myself but it will be a lot easier if you’re not fussing at me.”

A hard breath shuddered from him.

He shoved a hand into my hair.

Then, even as I tried to center myself, he shoved his other hand into my panties. “You want to come?”

 

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About Shiloh Walker

 

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Shiloh Walker is an award-winning writer…yes, really!  She’s also a mom, a wife, a reader and she pretends to be an amateur photographer.  She published her first book in 2003. Her latest romance, Cocksure, released in November 2018.

She writes romantic suspense and contemporary romance, and urban fantasy under the name J.C. Daniels.

 

 

ARC Review

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“5 – Can people change when they realize what they’ve lost – Stars?”

This book wrecked me.
This book, as in as so many of Natasha Ander’s books is one of misunderstanding, confusion, and miscommunication.

This book really stuck with me because I became emotionally involved.
I related to the characters, in
particular, Libby who was raising her daughter by herself and trying to do the absolute best by her all by herself.

I was reading it and crying so hard, that I couldn’t see the words on my kindle at the end of the story, that I had to stop and get a coffee so I could finish the book.

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Okay, let’s start by saying that this book runs parallel with “More Than Anything” https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/42994451-more-than-anything

I think you can read this book as a standalone, BUT you would benefit greatly by reading “More Than Anything”, so you would understand what the bet was they refer to in the story and what it did to Harris and Tina, and why their relationship was so volatile, even after 10 years.

I have to admit, I absolutely hated Greyson at the end of “More Than Anything”.
He reminded me so much of Dante Damaso from “A Ruthless Proposition” https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25896664-a-ruthless-proposition?ac=1&from_search=true.
(I despised him too).

I thought he deserved every which way Libby was treating him.

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I had Absolutely no compassion or remorse for how she was treating him because she trusted him once with her heart, and he trampled all over it.

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BUT, once again Natasha Anders has an amazing talent of letting her readers see the other protagonists point of view.
How Greyson was ostracized, made fun of, and excluded from social interaction. He just didn’t “tick” as other people did.

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We are able to see how Greyson felt, what he experienced, how he grew up not making friends and trusting people easily because he was so reserved and quiet.

It certainly doesn’t forgive what Greyson thought or how he acted, but it explains “why” he acted the way he did.

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Now, he has to fight for his daughter and his wife, and he’ll do anything to do right by them.

His journey to forgiveness, reconciliation, and FINALLY admitting love was SO worth the battle and wait.

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I highly recommend this book, but I recommend that you read “More Than Anything” to totally enjoy and understand the dynamics of the story and the characters involved.

 

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Synopsis

 

Being crew is walking between two worlds.
One world is normal: Prom. Parties. College.
Those are the concerns they worry about.

In our world, we deal with other situations.
Cops. Drugs. Brawling.
That’s a typical day for us.

But what if it wasn’t?

What if there came a day when you stopped?
When you considered letting your enemies win?
When you didn’t fight back?
When you chose a different path?

First I lost my family. Then I got the Wolf Crew.
I couldn’t lose them too.

But what happens when Cross, Zellman, and Jordan keep going…
…and I don’t?

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“Stuff it, Taz.”

Relief.

I grasped tighter to the railing just as Cross was heading down. I looked up now, more relief flooding me because his eyes were firmly locked on his sister’s and his jaw was clenched. That strong and squarelike jaw, one that I ached to kiss and touch and run my hands over. His hair was a little lighter than normal but cut short, and if possible, he’d been hitting the weights harder over the last two months than normal.

Jordan and Zellman liked to lift weights but was a past-time for them. It wasn’t a religious thing. Not for Cross. There was a fresh set of weights at Jordan’s shed and Cross went there for a couple hours a day now. The results were staggering. Still, at six-one, he remained lean, but he was much more defined than ever. His stomach was a washboard of abs, and if he turned to the side with his shirt off, I could see nearly every cut of his muscles.

He’d been on a mission and besides lifting weights, training with Race (who was a boxer), his other outlet was me.

He turned those tawny hazel eyes on me, and I was zapped, just by that mere look. I could tell he needed a release. I was feeling my own rising up again, just fueled earlier by being cornered by Sweets and then having Taz following me inside. If Jordan and Z didn’t come to find us, Cross and I would be taking off on our own. Just a matter of time.

“Cross,” Taz was starting, flicking the tear away. Her voice suddenly firmed back up. Shocker. She angled her body so she was half blocking him now as he came down the stairs, a bag over his shoulder. She had a hand on the other railing. “You need to talk to Mom–”

He stopped in front of her, staring down at her. “I don’t, actually.”

“Cross–”

His words clipped out, “Don’t.”

Taz’s entire body seemed to deflate.

“Hey, Cross!”

God. Really?

Monica had come in, along with Sunday Barnes. No Sweets, but one of their other girls were with them. Lila, I think. Monica’s the one who had said hello, but Lila was the one gazing at Cross like he had a halo over his head.

If only she knew what he’d almost done right after winter break.

Though, thinking about it, maybe no. The halo would’ve been replaced with the whole bad boy image, but who I was I really kidding? Cross had that already. He was in Wolf Crew. We were not saints, not at all.

Lila migrated closer, tipping her head back to smile at him. She was four feet from me. She was in some dangerous waters here.

She almost purred at him, for real. “I didn’t know you were here, Cross.”

He didn’t respond, just knowing, just waiting.

I moved in because he knew me so well.

“Hi.” I blocked her view of him. Lila was five two. All I had to do was stand right in front of her and she couldn’t see past me.

She blinked a few times, her eyes enlarging. “Oh. Hey, Bren.” Surprise was in her voice. “I didn’t realize you were here. I thought it was just Taz…” Her voice trailed off, her eyes flicking past my shoulders. Then, dipping her head down, swallowing tightly, she rushed out, “Are you guys going to the bonfire event tonight? For District Weekend.”

District Weekend. I’d forgotten, and shit.

That meant Prom was the following weekend.

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Wicked Games, an all-new standalone sexy and forbidden romance by T.K. Leigh is AVAILABLE NOW!!

 

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He’s forbidden in every meaning of the word. But is that enough to keep him away?

It all started in Vegas.

Now, I know what you’re thinking…

What happens in Vegas is supposed to stay in the city of sin. Normally, I’d be inclined to agree. Until Lincoln Moore walks into my life.

On paper, we mix as well as oil and water.

He’s confident. Commanding. Successful. Master of his universe.

I’m a hot mess, barely holding on as I struggle to balance my job, finally finishing college, and keeping my mother sober.

But when the lights go out, nothing else matters.

Until I learn the truth of who Lincoln Moore actually is.

Sure, I probably should have put the pieces together sooner, but our time together hasn’t exactly been filled with riveting philosophical discussions about the meaning of life, if you know what I mean.

That still doesn’t diminish the fact he could lose everything by being with me.

But is that enough to keep us apart? Or is what we have worth the risk?

There’s only one way to find out.

Let the games begin…

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About T.K. Leigh

T.K. Leigh, otherwise known as Tracy Leigh Kellam, is a USA Today Best Selling author of the Beautiful Mess series, in addition to several other works. Originally from New England, she now resides in sunny Southern California with her husband, dog, and three cats, all of which she has rescued (including the husband). In late 2015, she gave birth to her first (and only) baby. When she’s not planted in front of her computer, writing away, she can be found training for her next marathon (of which she has run over fifteen fulls and far too many halfs to recall) or keeping her daughter entertained.

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