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Return to New York Times bestselling author Nalini Singh’s darkly passionate Guild Hunter world, where human-turned-angel Elena Deveraux, consort to Archangel Raphael, faces a new challenge that threatens the balance of the world. 

The world of the archangels, guild hunters, and humans is thrust into peril by a new emerging threat. Elena Deveraux and her archangel Raphael are irrevocably changed, but how their changes affect the world around them is yet to be determined…

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Seducing the Billionaire’s Brother (Seducing the Billionaire, #3) by Marquita Valentine

 

 

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Librarian Faith Holt is being blackmailed by her company’s biggest competitor… with revenge porn. In order to stop the video from going viral, she must steal the infamous Montgomery Design book from the corporate library where she works. Except she discovers the copy is missing. Desperate, she enlists Connor Montgomery’s help, leading him to believe his brother – her boss – will fire her if the book is not found.

Connor Montgomery embraces the title of the black sheep of the family, fully enjoying the perks — no expectations, a jet-set lifestyle, and the women who throw themselves at him because of his last name. The only woman who doesn’t care about his black sheep title or his last name is Montgomery Industry’s sweet and shy librarian. So, when Faith asks him to help her find his father’s design book, he jumps at the opportunity to spend time with her, completely prepared to be the one doing the seducing… until his shy librarian turns the tables on him.

But when the truth comes out and Connor learns that Faith was just using him, will he be able to forgive her?

 

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“4.5 – I’d do anything for you Stars!”

This is the third book in Marquita Valentine’s Billionaire’sseries.
It can be read as a standalone, but I think the reader would appreciate the history between Drew (Connor’s older brother) and Connor and the crazy situation Drew had with his own wife in the previous book.

This was a fun book to read.
I love the “friends to lovers” trope, it’s one of my favourites to read and Marquita did a fantastic job of writing the characters wariness of crossing “that line” when they realize that there is more to their relationship than what they first started with and how it’s grown into something beautiful and precious.

I loved that Connor and Faith had known it other since they were 12 years old and met at summer camp. It was there that they became best friends, and that their friendship endured through the years and through many trials (mostly Connor’s) to become solid and unbreakable…. even priceless.

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I really enjoyed this story it was a wonderful addition to the series.
I look forward to reading London’s story (Drew and Connor’s little sister).

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SEDUCING THE BILLIONAIRE’S BROTHER is finally here, and I know you will love Faith and Connor’s book as much as I did. Honestly, their book surprised me in the best of ways… so much so, that Connon Montgomery is now #1 in my top heroes I’ve ever written. You guys, he’s just so dang sexy and kind, and you’re just going to have to read the book so you can fall for him, too!  -Marquita Valentine

Synopsis

Pleasure before business. Always.

Connor Montgomery doesn’t give a damn about his world-renowned last name or the endless list of women who only want him for his billions. There’s only one woman for him… his best friend since childhood, Faith. Unfortunately, as a vital employee of his family’s company, she’s beyond off-limits.

Too bad he’s never been one to follow the rules.

Faith Holt is in desperate need of money… for all the wrong reasons. Stuck between coming clean and falling off the face of the earth, she comes up with a crazy, over the top plan. But to pull it off, she realizes that the only person who can help is the last person she wants to involve since it may require crossing the line.

Too bad she can’t stop herself from resisting Connor and his wicked ways.

After years of being “just friends” and looking out for each other in the best of ways, Connor and Faith may have to decide what’s worse: resisting the temptation that’s always existed between them or finally giving in to it.

This is a contemporary ‘friends to lovers’ billionaire romance!

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Well Suited, the final standalone in the Red Lipstick Coalition Series from Staci Hart, is coming May 2nd and we have the beautiful cover for you!

 

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Chemistry is my love language.

I’ve always been able to separate feelings from chemosignals. A shot of dopamine, a dash of serotonin, and a sprinkle of oxytocin—and bam. You’re in love.

And when egg meets sperm, you’re pregnant.

I couldn’t even be surprised as I stared down at the little blue plus sign, because I knew exactly when and how, and with whom it happened.

When: approximately five weeks ago.

Who: one night stand.

How: prophylactic malfunction.

The upside? I don’t have to go looking for a suitable mate.

Genetically, he’s the cream of the crop. His musculature is a study in symmetry and strength, his height imposing and dominant. He is a man who thrives on control and command, a man who survives on intelligence and resourcefulness. A perfect male specimen.

And the whole package is wrapped up in a flawlessly tailored suit.

I’m having this baby, and he insists we’re well-suited to have it together. And what’s worse? He wants more, in the way of love and marriage.

But love isn’t real. It’s just a product of chemistry.

And if he changes my mind about that, we’re both in trouble.

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From roots in Houston to a seven-year stint in Southern California, Staci and her family ended up settling somewhere in between and equally north, in Denver. They are new enough that snow is still magical. When she’s not writing, she’s reading, sleeping, gaming, or designing graphics.

 

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Love is blind, but fate sees everything

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The Girl in the Painting, an all-new standalone romance from New York Times bestselling author Max Monroe, is available now!
 
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Ansel Bray, an artist known around the world for his tragic hiatus from the canvas.

Ansel Bray, a broody, handsome man not known by me, at all.

Long dark hair, blue eyes, and dimpled cheeks. I’ve never met her, but her image is imprinted in my mind. An angel muse who inspires me to paint again.

 

There is something about him. Something that spurs a need to be as close to him as possible. A need to find out why.

There is something about her. Something that draws me in. Something that urges me to find out what her presence means.

 

Why does the girl in his painting look so much like me?

Who is this girl, and why can I see her so vividly?

 

I shouldn’t fall in love with him.

I shouldn’t fall in love at all.

 

But fate plays her hand.

But fate has other plans.

 

The lines of my life will blur.

The needs of my heart will change.

 

What a beautiful mess we’ve made.

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Ansel

 

Three knocks rap against the closed door of my studio, and I sigh.

Apparently, my assistant doesn’t understand what no distractions means. I shouldn’t be surprised, though. Lucy’s priorities have nothing to do with her role as my assistant. Half the time, people who come to my studio don’t even realize she works here. They probably just assume she’s some sort of social media influencer wasting time in my lobby by taking cleavage shots.

Another two knocks ring out, and I ignore whoever is on the other side and focus my gaze back on the half-painted canvas in front of me.

As if my hand is on autopilot, I watch as it gently creates the soft lines of her hair. Stroke after stroke, dark brown and honey-beige and gold combine to make the flowing locks that cascade down her back.

Eventually, though, the knocks grow so persistent that I can hardly follow the rhythm of the soft background music serving as a medium for my artistic exploration.

Fucking Lucy.

            “Go away!” I call over my shoulder, but the answering chuckle is not an annoyed feminine laugh. No. It’s husky and deep and rough around the edges.

“Ans, it’s Nigel,” the disturbance answers back.

Nigel Marx. We grew up together on the outskirts of the Bronx and found our way into the art world during our college years. Where I’ve always had an innate ability to create, Nigel has a natural talent for seeking out beauty.

If anyone can find art worth seeing, it’s Nigel. Or Nye, as I’ve grown to call him over the years.

Even though he’s one of my oldest friends, I groan and contemplate at least ten different ways to tell him to fuck off. I may not be as grumpy as I was before the surgery, but being interrupted during the creative process brings me as close to that level of aggravation as I come these days.

But even the bad-tempered side of my personality knows a verbal middle finger is unwarranted.

Technically speaking, it’s probably not even his fault. My assistant is undoubtedly too busy posting pictures of her new nose job on Instagram to follow my instructions and man the reception desk in the front.

So, eventually, I set my brush down beside my paints, move the canvas into the small, hidden nook near the windows, and tell him to come inside.

Dressed in a sharp black suit and tie, Nigel strides in as I head over to the sink to wash the dried paint off my hands.

“Did I interrupt?” he asks, and I glance at him over my shoulder.

“Yep.”

A big, hearty laugh escapes his throat. “You don’t even want to pretend I’m not being a huge inconvenience to you right now?”

“Pretty sure you know me better than that,” I say with a grin and swipe the extra moisture off my hands onto my jeans. “I’m not a beat-around-the-bush kind of guy, Nigel.”

He grins at that.

“What brought about this gloriously annoying visit of yours today?”

“Just want to make sure you’re ready for the big opening,” he says and slides his hands into the pockets of his dress pants. I don’t miss the way he takes it upon himself to peruse my studio, his eyes taking in all of the empty canvases stacked in the corner and the finished works scattered along the floor and the walls.

“By all means, please feel free to browse. You know how much I love that.”

He ignores my jab completely. “So, can I count on you to be there?”

“Be where?”

“You know where, you bastard.” He glares. “Does January 31st ring a bell? The big exhibition some of us have been working so hard on.”

“If I weren’t such a big person, I wouldn’t be able to ignore the fact that you’re insinuating I, the artist, haven’t done any work for the show.”

He rolls his eyes. “You know that’s not what I meant. Stop trying to distract me.”

Now it’s my turn to make a show of my new eyes’ ability to move. “We’ve already been through this, man. There’s no reason for me to be there.”

Unconvinced, Nye presses on. “It’s your opening, Ans. You need to be there.”

“I don’t need to be anywhere.”

“Tell me this…why wouldn’t you want to be there? This is your first exhibition in five years. Since before the accident. This is huge. If anything, you should be there to celebrate that you’re painting again. That you’re alive.”

And just like that, he’s answered his own question. He just doesn’t know it.

Circuslike fanfare and a giant spotlight on my tragic past are the last things I want. I just want to paint without all of the fucking hoopla.

“How about this? I’ll drink a glass of whiskey tonight to celebrate. I’ll even give myself a special toast.”

“If you drink that glass of whiskey inside my gallery, on the night of your opening, then we have a deal.”

It’s my turn to laugh. “Not happening.”

“The press will be there. Your fans will be there. People want to see you. They want to talk to you. Interview you. Why don’t you want to be there?”

“For those exact fucking reasons, Nye,” I answer honestly. “While I’m thankful people still want to see my art, I don’t need the ego trip that comes with gallery openings and interviews. I don’t need fans kissing my ass, and I sure as fuck don’t need rich investors schmoozing me up because it makes them think they’ll have a better shot at getting their greedy hands on one of my paintings.”

Silence stretches between us, and I hope that means Nigel has finally come to terms with the reality of my absence at the opening.

Before the accident, I would’ve been there in a heartbeat. I would’ve been the guy with the big fucking ego and some random, superficially beautiful model attached to my arm. The douchebag looking at everyone inside that gallery and mentally giving myself a pat on the back.

But I’m not that guy anymore. I haven’t been that guy since the day I went blind.

Do I claim to be the world’s happiest, most-together guy? Fuck no. Like I said, on my best day, I’m still an asshole. But after living in the dark for what felt like an eternity, I’ve at least realized a few things.

For one, money, success—material shit—doesn’t mean a fucking thing.

You can’t buy happiness.

And, two? Friends are better to have than fans. Friends stick with you no matter what.

“Okay.” Nigel’s voice breaks our silence. “Fine. I won’t ask you again.”

I grin. “That sounds like a truly brilliant idea.”

“Why haven’t I seen this one?”

I follow his gaze to the far corner of my studio, and instantly, I know which painting he’s talking about. My chest tightens with unease. I can’t believe I left that one out in the open like this…

I run a hand through my hair and try to make myself sound at least somewhat disinterested. “Because it wasn’t a painting I wanted to put in the exhibition.”

My voice sounds slightly higher pitched, even to my own ears. Dammit.

About a year after my transplant, Dr. Smith cleared me to go back to my normal life—back to painting. I found myself inside this studio with a brush in my hand and a beautiful girl in my mind.

Crystal-blue eyes, dark, dimensional hair, and dimpled cheeks, every detail of her face and features vivid to the point of precision.

I couldn’t stop picturing her. The way her full lips appear when they’re curled into a smile. The way she looks mid-laugh. The way her eyes light up beneath the sun.

She was all I could see, this girl I’ve never met before, this girl I’ve never actually seen.

She was the first thing I painted after the transplant, and she’s been locked inside my mind ever since—for nearly three years, to be exact.

But who’s counting, right?

I nearly snort out loud. The truth is, my obsession is nearly pathetic and almost certainly unhealthy. But I can’t seem to stop myself.

“This is…stunning,” he says quietly as his eyes rake over the canvas. “She’s stunning.”

His words, while holding no harm or ill will, make me feel incredibly uncomfortable.

Like I need to shield her from his eyes. I feel too vulnerable. Too raw.

Nigel turns to meet my eyes. “Why didn’t you want to put this one in the exhibition?”

“I don’t know.” Because it’s too special to me.

            He looks at the painting for a long moment before moving his eyes back to mine. “Should I know who she is?”

“No.”

A figment of my imagination?

Some kind of angel muse?

I don’t know, but I can’t stop painting her.

“Is this the only one of her?”

“Yes,” I flat out lie. Besides the one he’s looking at, there are another four finished canvases hidden away and at least seven in progress. But I’m already pissed enough at myself for leaving this one out for him to see.

Strange and most likely fucking insane, I know, but it’s the reality.

“You need to add this one to the exhibition.”

I shake my head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Your other works are amazing, but this,it’s something else, Ans,” he says and glances back at the painting. “It belongs in the exhibition.”

Silence stretches between us, and I’m torn about what to say.

Fuck no seems inappropriately callous, but I’m having a hell of a time coming up with any other words.

The artist inside of me agrees with his assessment. That painting—and the other paintings of her—is special.

She draws the viewer in just as she’s done with me, like a mermaid luring sailors to their deaths.

But everything else inside me wants to keep her to myself.

“Ans, people need to see this painting,” Nye urges.

I let out a deep exhale. “I don’t know…”

“Ans, this one has to be in the show.” His gaze is steady, unwavering. “You and I both know it would be a fucking travesty if it weren’t in there.”

My back tenses, but for some reason, the word “Okay” slips from my lips.

My stomach churns and my mind races and I don’t know why I’m agreeing, but I am. I don’t know why I feel sick over the prospect of other people seeing this painting, but I do.

The way I’m feeling, the way my emotions intertwine with her paintings is a complete mystery to me.

Just like her.

 

 

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A secret duo of romance authors team up under the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling pseudonym Max Monroe to bring you sexy, laugh-out-loud reads.

Max Monroe is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author of more than ten 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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Dating Games, an all-new standalone Romantic Comedy by T.K. Leigh is AVAILABLE NOW!!

 

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Note to self: When your boyfriend dumps you on your thirtieth birthday, it’s probably not the smartest idea to drink so much that you wake up in the same bed as the mysterious hottie wearing the gorgeous suit who you noticed sitting across the bar.

The only silver lining of this obvious lack of judgment is the promise of never seeing Mr. Suit again, not in a city the size of New York.

Or so I thought until a story I’m working on about the country’s most sought-after and elusive escort lands me in the same café as Mr Suit. So I do what any self-respecting woman of my age would do in my shoes… Try to ignore him.

But he won’t let me.

Instead, he makes a proposition that leaves me questioning whether I need to have my ears checked. Be his fake girlfriend for a summer of wealth and excess in the Hamptons. In return, he’ll help me win back my boyfriend’s heart.

Juvenile? You bet.
Effective? Could be.
Bad idea? Most likely.

But what do I have to lose?

Apparently, a lot more than I originally bargained for.
Let the games begin…

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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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Breaking the Billionaire’s Rules by Annika Martin is NOW AVAILABLE!

 

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Breaking a Billionaire’s Rules, a laugh-out-loud romantic comedy by New York Times bestselling author Annika Martin is live!

 

This standalone romcom is set in the same world as The Billionaire’s Wake-up-call Girl and Most Eligible Billionaire.

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Max Hilton is my high school nemesis turned billionaire. And tomorrow I deliver his lunch order. In a cat costume.

You know he’s going to love it. He’ll smile that smirky smile, sitting there all superior in his gleaming tower, the wealthiest and most notorious playboy in all of New York, the king of everything.

Turns out it wasn’t curiosity that killed the cat—it was mortification.

I’m almost ready to quit my lunch delivery job, but then my roommate tosses me a copy of The Max Hilton Playbook: Ten Golden Rules for Picking up the Hottest Girl in the Room.

It’s the book that catapulted him to stardom. And it’s my new bible.

I’m going to use his own techniques against him. I’ll wrap him around my little finger, bring him to his knees, and crush his steely heart. Call it payback for all the single girls who had to endure legions of losers wielding his legendary tactics.

But seeing Max every day, I’m discovering a side of him
I didn’t even know existed–he’s not the jerky guy I thought he was. He has
this smile he shows only to me, and it melts my heart. His touch sends shivers
down my spine. And those forbidden kisses are driving me wild.

Falling for him was not in my plan.

Am I breaking his rules or will his rules break me first?

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Annika Martin loves fun, dirty stories, hot heroes, and wild, dramatic everything. She enjoys hanging out in Minneapolis coffee shops with her writer husband, and also likes birdwatching at her bird feeder alongside her two stunningly photogenic cats, especially when she should be writing. She’s heavy into running, music, saving the planet, taking long baths, and consuming chocolate suckers. She’s worked a surprisingly large number of waitressing jobs, and has also worked in a plastics factory and the advertising trenches; her garden is total bee-friendly madness and her most un-favorite word is nosh or possibly fob. A New York Times bestselling author, she has also written as RITA award-winning author Carolyn Crane.

 

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