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alright? Five years ago…) I let my boyfriend take, let’s just say…
compromising pictures of me.
well, you can guess what happened. That’s right.
media whenever anyone shares my pictures. You try getting a thousand
notifications a day, all of them pictures of your tatas.
embarrassingly intimate pictures of your jerkface ex who double-crossed you
five years ago?
political roadie’s dream, right? I’m one in a crowd.
after I dumped him five years ago. Begged me to take him back.
emotional feels, doesn’t it?
him in… delicate positions, and bring him down. That’s it. Nothing more.
worse than sexting.
writes romantic comedy with an edge. From billionaires to BBWs to new adult
rock stars, Julia finds a sensual, goofy joy in every contemporary romance she
writes. Unlike Shannon from Shopping for
a Billionaire, she did not meet her husband after dropping her phone in a
men’s room toilet (and he isn’t a billionaire). She lives in New England with
her husband and three sons in a household where the toilet seat is never, ever,
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Release Date: July 5, 2019
fears for her life.
risk his to protect her.
in love? Not part of the plan…
Cooper is on the run from an abusive ex. Living in a new state, with a new
name, she’s ready to focus on rebuilding her life. She’s got a job she loves, a
new home—and a sexy Navy SEAL neighbor who makes her pulse flutter in spite of
her determination not to get involved. But when a threatening message arrives,
her dread about what her ex will do if he finds her forces her to make a
Harry” Callahan is protective by nature. When he meets Chloe, it’s clear she’s
skittish about something. When he learns why she ran from her old life, his
first objective is to keep her safe. His second is to make sure she knows she
can trust him—and that she’ll have a posse of Navy SEALs at her back if she
ever needs them.
attraction between Ryan and Chloe explodes, they’re stunned by its
intensity—and helpless to resist its seductive heat. Everything is finally
going right for Chloe—until her worst fears come true. With Chloe missing and
her life on the line, Ryan will stop at nothing to get her back. Before he
loses the woman he loves forever.
Harry” Callahan woke to the sounds of someone shouting and the beeping of a
large truck backing up. His head throbbed as if someone inside chiseled away at
his temples. The shouting and beeping continued and he groaned. Where the fuck
an eye open and pain shot behind his eyeballs. He tried again, slowly. This
time, he paid attention to his surroundings. He was in his own bed. What the
hell had happened?
remembered. The party at Money’s place, Ian Black, and a whole lot of drinking
and laughing. He’d indulged too much, which wasn’t something he ever really
did. He usually had an iron will about alcohol and he guarded himself
yesterday—shit, yesterday had been different.
gotten drunk too? Had they taken an Uber, or had someone brought them home?
They shared a house, though they each had their own floor. The kitchen was on
his floor, but he didn’t smell coffee.
his hand across his body and reached for his phone. Outside, the shouting and clunking
continued. The beeping had stopped, but now the noise was just as bad.
up his phone and squinted. Noon? It was fucking noon?
his body upright, groaning. Then his gaze landed on the bottle of water and the
two horse sized Motrin sitting beside it. Neo had written a note, which meant
Neo hadn’t been as drunk as he had.
the range. Take these, bud. Eat some cereal if you can. Man, you were drunk as
grabbed the pills and twisted open the water, downing them both. He finished
the water and lay back, wishing his head would either split and kill him or
stop pounding. The doorbell rang and shattered whatever peace he was trying to
find. He lay there like death warmed over and prayed they’d go away.
he climbed from the bed, grabbed his Sig, holding it at his side, and stumbled
down the hall toward the door. He wished like hell he had the basement floor
today, but it wasn’t to be.
stop pressing that bell,” he yelled at whoever was on the other side. And just
yelling it made his head threaten to split wide open. He reached the door and
peered through the peephole.
stood on the other side, arms crossed, foot tapping as she waited. He jerked
the door open and growled at her.
widened as they climbed from his midsection to his face. Then they widened some
more. “Oh. Oh goodness, I am so sorry.” She held up both hands as if to ward
him off. He squinted at her, because the light was killing him, but what he
could see looked nice.
golden-brown hair, wide eyes, a pretty pink mouth. Her skin was tanned. She
wore a loose T-shirt and shorts with flip flops. Her legs were long, long, long
for a small girl. He’d be interested if he wasn’t so fucking hungover.
a moving van sat kind of cockeyed in the street. His truck sat next to the
curb, right in front of where the van needed to go.
on him what she wanted. “You want me to move the truck, right?”
hard at his face. “Um, yes? I’m sorry, you clearly look like you’re ill or
something, but—” She waved a hand behind her, didn’t move her eyes from his.
“I’m moving in today and the van can’t get into the driveway.”
hand through his hair. “Fine, I’ll get the keys.”
and went over to the kitchen counter, found the keys and dropped the Sig, and
headed back to the door. She was still standing there, back turned as she
yelled something at someone across the street. He stepped onto the porch and
she turned around again. Squeaked as her gaze dropped and then she dragged it
up to his face again.
dear,” she said. And then she laughed, throwing her hand over her mouth and
giggling in a way that made him frown. Pretty laugh, though.
Really. But, um—” She waved her hand in his general direction. “Shouldn’t you
put on some pants?”
there, puzzling over her words. Then he looked down—and discovered he was
completely and utterly naked. He was standing on the front porch in front of
God and everybody, holding his keys, his dick standing at half-mast like a
tired old soldier who couldn’t quite make it work.
bestselling author of the HOSTILE OPERATIONS TEAM SERIES of military romances
as well as 20 books for Harlequin Presents. A former finalist for the Romance
Writers of America’s Golden Heart Award and the National Readers Choice Award,
Lynn lives in Alabama with her handsome former-military husband, two crazy
cats, and one spoiled American Saddlebred horse. Lynn’s books have been called
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“sizzling.” Lynn’s books have sold over 3 million copies worldwide.
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Kent broke my heart and we said goodbye to our teenage dreams forever.
wild in London with a huge bank balance.
life, pretty sure I’ll never see him again.
Kent effect all over again?
boy who drove me wild with his filthy, dirty fantasies. So many memories aching
increasingly little to say about herself as time goes on, other than the fact
she is an author, but she’s plenty happy with this. Living in imaginary
realities and having a legitimate excuse for it is really all she’s ever
Jade is as dirty as you’d expect from her novels, and talking smut makes her
Series: Kings of Mayhem MC #4
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came back a beast
A shoulder-fired missile broke my body.
But betrayal obliterated my heart.
For months I lingered in and out of hell until my body healed.
Now I’m back in town with my club brothers. They think I am ok. But I am still
fighting a war of darkness in my head and I can’t see a way out.
Then she comes into town like a summer breeze and makes me feel things I didn’t
She has the voice of an angel and the body of a goddess.
But she is running from her own demons. From the Devil himself.
He’s coming to town and she’s scared. But I’ve walked through hell and
walk through it again to protect her.
I’ve spent years running from my past.
Town to town.
State to state.
Never putting down roots.
Then I meet a beautiful, scarred beast of man who makes me feel something for
the first time of my life…hope.
He makes me want to stay but it’s an impossibility.
Because the Devil is coming for me and when he arrives I won’t stand a chance.
Wheels is book four in the Kings of Mayhem MC series.
writes contemporary romance about rockstars, bikers, hockey players and
everyone in-between. She believes true love never runs smoothly, and her
characters realize this too, with a boatload of drama and a whole lot of steam.
her happily ever after in Australia where she lives with her husband, daughter
and a dog named Bindi.
Publisher: Blushing Books Publishing
Release Date: May 31, 2019
Series: Assassins #2
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minute I saw him that Levi Agozi was too perfect to be real. I didn’t care. He
came to me, asked for me, and, dazzled by his dark good looks and the bad-boy
aura surrounding him, I gave in. Willingly.
My father is set to become the next governor of Virginia, and he’ll use me to
get there if he has to. He’ll hand me over, virginity and all, to the man with
the biggest bank account and political pull.
I wanted Levi. And I had him—until I woke up, disoriented and confused, at his
mercy. He’s a bad boy, all right. A sexy, deadly assassin. And
I’m the pawn torn between him and my father, two powerful men intent on
destroying each other.
I might not understand their war, but I do understand one thing: no matter who
wins, I lose.
for Charlie to arrive. I won’t have you shaming this family.”
expected me to marry for his convenience, for the good of his political career,
but I was the shameful one? I squeezed down on the cell, the sound of plastic
creaking in protest satisfying something inside me that ached to burst free.
Too bad I wasn’t strong enough to pulverize the damn thing.
if I wasn’t shameful, he would love me, right?
you anymore, Abby.
twitch of my fingers, but I was strong enough to drop it into the trash can
full of wet paper towels and walk out of the bathroom without looking back. In
the hall, the sight of Levi leaning against the wall, obviously waiting, hands
stuffed into his pockets, brought me to an abrupt stop. My mouth went dry. I’d
spent my life trying to please a man, and look where that had gotten me.
maybe I should embrace the role instead of letting my father’s words cut me to
those big hands around my hips the minute I came within reach. A gravelly
rumble escaped him, sinking beneath my skin and sending shivers to the deepest
part of my being. Heavy-lidded eyes devoured me, shouting a desire I found hard
to believe, but it was there nonetheless. Hunger. Pleasure. That look sent a
surge of desperation so strong through me that I couldn’t speak if I’d wanted
was pressed firmly against his, lifted my chin, and met the lips that lowered
edges of love and back again. Strong heroines are her signature, and her heroes
span the gamut from hot rock stars to alpha bodyguards and everywhere in
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crash. Get marooned on a deserted island with a dirty, damaged alpha-hole. What
could be worse?
possibly offer me anything but a much-needed paycheck.
island, we must also endure our growing attraction to each other.
that calls to something long buried.
best of times.
I’m set on making her mine.
with our hearts intact?
was strong and pulling us away from the wreckage. I kept my arm around Aly,
lifting her face. I creased my forehead, trying to work out our flight path.
Where the fuck were we?
shard of panic pierced the pit of my stomach. I tried to ignore it. Fucking
impossible. For the first time in my life since I was a child, events had
overtaken me. Were out of my control. And there wasn’t a damn thing I could do
other than try and survive.
and I whispered, “I’m here. You’re safe.”
shivered and I held her close to share my body heat. Not that there was much of
that. I was chilled to the bone.
surrounded by nothing but rolling waves.
passed, it seemed, although I wasn’t sure. I felt completely disoriented.
passed out again; I kept checking her pulse. My eyelids grew heavy and I wanted
to doze off, but we’d be separated.
dolphins had arrived, eyes flickering with curiosity.
guys,” I managed to rasp. “Come to rescue us?” I laughed at the absurdity of my
of their tails, they left in obvious pursuit of some lunch.
took us further and further away from where the plane had gone down.
gaze around again and a slow smile of relief spread across my face. I let out a
whoop. The sound I’d heard was the noise of waves hitting the barrier reef to
an island. I could just see it in my peripheral vision.
feet so frantically my shoes came off. Using the arm not holding Aly, I swam
hard, fighting the current that was sweeping us parallel to land.
break in the waves and managed to propel us through it into the calm waters of
burning, I kept swimming until my feet touched the sandy bottom.
last vestiges of my energy, I heaved Aly out of the water onto the shore.
her onto her side and tilted her head backwards. Then, totally wrung-out, I
collapsed next to her.
award-winning British author of fast-paced international bestselling
contemporary romance and romantic suspense. Siobhan loves to swim in the sea,
travel around Europe, sample different food and enjoy local wine. She has
worked in the City of London and taught languages in a Welsh high school before
moving to Italy, where she now lives with her husband and two cats. Nothing
makes her happier than connecting with readers and fellow authors.