her feet away, tucking them beneath her, and props an arm on the back of the
couch. After brushing a wayward curl from my forehead, she meets my eyes again.
“What is going on in your head tonight? Talk to me, Tris.”
telling me why you made me promise not to date without talking to you first.”
forward, I caress her cheek, and she leans into my touch. “Date me next.”
tone she calls the commanding one, and her eyes dilate. Fuck . . . it really
does turn her on. How did I never notice that?
that’s a really bad idea.”
starters, you’re my best friend.”
I weave my fingers into her hair, and she moves closer to me. “If it doesn’t
work, we’ll be fine, I promise. I won’t let this get in the way of our
that now but—”
finger to her lips to silence her. “No buts; we’ve been through so much
already. We can handle seven dates.”
assuming you’ll make it to the seventh date.” As I smile, she gasps. “That’s
why you made me promise.”
to lay all my cards on the table. “Yes. Bexley, I want my chance to win your
close for a long moment, but my hand is still at the base of her neck, my
fingers entwined in her curls. “I’m scared, Tris. What if you do something
that’s a deal breaker?”
always a possibility, but if I do it in the first six dates, you have to let it
go. If I do it on the seventh, well, that’s a risk I’m willing to take, I
suppose. Either way, nothing is going to come between us. Nothing.”
snaps between us. This has become a defining moment in our relationship, but
it’s one I think, deep down, we both knew was inevitable.
tonight count as our first date?” She still hasn’t opened her eyes.
depends. Do you kiss on your first dates?”
finally snap open, and I’m met with a lust-filled gaze. Damn, I’ve never seen
this look on her, but now I don’t ever want to see her without it. “Sometimes,
you want a kiss good night, then we can count this as our first date.
Otherwise, tomorrow can be our first date.”
and fall of her chest becomes noticeable as her breathing intensifies. She
squirms, and I realize she’s turned on. Part of me wants her to say no, this
isn’t our first date, because I’d love for it to be special to her. But another
part of me wants to take her mouth with mine and kiss her until morning.
good kisser?” she whispers, inching even closer to me. Bexley watches intently
as I lick my lips ever so slightly, moistening what I want to give her.
had any complaints, but there’s always a first time for everything.” I cup the
back of her neck and pull her closer to me—so close, she’s only a whisper from
my lips. “It’s your call. What do you want to do?”
forward and presses her lips tentatively against mine. In the course of every
relationship, there is a make-or-break moment, and this one is ours—I feel it
to my core as her apricot scent envelops me. I’m a lost cause.
it is,” I whisper against them before wrapping my free arm around her waist and
pulling her even closer.
Kelly has been writing since she was young and took joy in spinning stories to her childhood friends. Margaritas and sarcasm make her smile, she loves the beach but hates the sand, and she believes Starbucks makes any day better.
A contemporary romance writer, D. Kelly’s stories revolve around friendship and the bond it creates, strengthening the love of the people who share it. For all things D. Kelly, you can visit her website: http://www.dkellyauthor.com
Release Date: May 28, 2019
It was an accident.
At least I didn’t take much time to plan it. It was more of a spur of the
moment kidnapping. Does that count?
One minute, the town’s bad boy is standing at the altar about to marry the
world’s most evil kindergarten teacher. The next, he’s passed out in my Vespa
sidecar with his bride hot on our tail.
But I didn’t have a choice! I couldn’t stand by and watch Jace O’Dell be
blackmailed into a loveless marriage. And besides, what’s a little kidnapping
Okay, so maybe we’re not just friends…
And maybe I can’t quit thinking about that night at his bar when he closed up
early and had me on the rocks.
And maybe this crazy stunt is going to blow up in both of our faces.
If it does, I’m blaming the moonshine.
Even though the only thing I’m hammered on when it comes to Jace is
love—straight up, no chaser.
escape into sexy, funny stories way more than she likes perpetually cleaning
toothpaste out of sinks and off toilet handles. When she’s not reading,
writing, sleeping, or trying to prepare her adorable demon spawn to be
productive members of society, she’s fantasizing about chocolate chip cookies.
dinner at midnight with French men who couldn’t be trusted to keep their mouths
on their food, and walked alone through Munich’s red light district after dark
and lived to tell the tale.
water and thinking delightfully dirty thoughts.
Series: Cooper’s Cove #1
and with the help of her uncle and best friend, she made it happen. Then the
store front next door becomes available, and the opportunity arises to expand
her business—except there’s one giant problem.
leg during the war, he opened his own MMA gym in Cooper’s Cove, GA to channel
his grief and anger. When the store next to him comes up for rent, he discovers
his chance to grow the business and help other men like himself. Unfortunately
there’s one tiny problem: Ava, and the fact that he’s falling for her.
will they be able to overcome the threat and find the perfect recipe for love?
could always be found with a book in her hand. These days, when she isn’t
reading, she spends her time writing clean contemporary romance with
swoon-worthy heroes and strong heroines. Residing in South Carolina, you can
almost always find her snuggled up with her fur baby, Penny, or hanging out in Starbucks
with an ice cold chai tea latte in hand.
Throughout her teenage years, she used her imagination to come up with vivid
stories to keep herself entertained on rainy days. Now, she writes sweet,
contemporary and young adult romance to share with the world. She lives in
Northern Mississippi, and in her free time, she prefers to hike, fish, and
camp. You can find her at various campsites all over the US during the year,
relaxing under a tree with her laptop open to capture the perfect love story.
Publisher: Capitol Reef Entertainment
Release Date: May 16, 2019
Will their magic and chemistry be enough to stop a ruthless killer?
Blood works his magic for a price. And hunting down a missing suspect connected
to bomb-happy terrorists is right up his supernatural alley. But with a
stunning necromancer as both protectee and love interest, keeping his mind on
the job is next to impossible…
her father isn’t a murderer. But when he’s implicated in a horrible crime and
goes missing, she senses something mystical at work. To clear her family’s
name, the spirited redhead must trust a risky warlock who sparks much more than
unearth sizzling chemistry and surprising family secrets, they crash headlong
into a magical battle destined to turn deadly.
and the necromancer start something legendary while they stop a savage
sizzling attraction, supernatural suspense, and a race to save lives, then
you’ll love J.W. Coast’s thrilling tale.
read paranormal, sci-fi and other romance novels. I spend a great deal of time
with my wife and three sons. I like work working and generally keeping busy in
garage as much as possible. Weather permitting.
the national parks in the western United States and have been known to look up
at the milky way and let the imagination run wild about the paranormal goings
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mirror on the wall, who’s the sexiest cowboy of them all…
Beverly Hills princess, I prefer Egyptian sheets, designer labels, and shopping
on Rodeo Drive.
stables? Definitely not my thing.
great-aunt dies, I volunteer to go to Copper Creek, Montana to tie up loose
ends and put the house she willed me on the market.
thing I expect to find is irritating, yet sexier-than-sin Noah Daniels.
ago, I left town only to return with a broken heart, a love for restoring
vintage cars, and the plan to never leave Copper Creek again.
hotter-than-hell Kate Snow decides to fix up her great-aunt’s house, turning
down her offer isn’t an option. She needs the extra hands so she can meet her
the extra cash.
comes with additional perks: Hanging out with Kate. Teaching her about horses.
mind-blowing sex with her.
haven’t planned on is for my heart to be a willing part of the deal—a deal that
could result in Kate landing her dream job. In Beverly Hills.
Brighton England, Stina Lindenblatt has lived in a number of countries,
including England, the US, Finland, and Canada. This would explain her mixed up
accent. She has a kinesiology degree and a MSc in sports biological sciences.
In addition to writing fiction, she loves photography, especially the close-up
variety, and currently lives in Calgary, Canada, with her husband and three
Release Date: April 9, 2019
patrons from across the galaxy to track prey in a game built to enslave the
weak and mate the strong. The business is a long running family legacy and Xrez
is determined to succeed as his father had before him. He hadn’t meant to let
one human occupy his thoughts, mind, and body.
may come back to haunt him, but if he reveals the truth, he’ll ruin his chance
to capture the heart of the one he wants.
an early age. As a chemist, her life was average and mundane, just the way she
liked it. Until the impossible happened. Never did she imagine being abducted
by aliens and forced to participate in a survival of the fittest game called
The Hunt. If she survives and makes it to the end, she’ll be freed. If not,
she’ll be forced to mate the one who captures her.
determined to win at all costs, even if it means putting her trust in a sexy
alien who taunts her in the most delectable way.
was built on betrayal. Can she trust him with her heart and life?
intended for the female to see him. Not yet anyway. But after the mother and
children left, he stepped from the cover of the trees and onto the bank of the
under her breath about boyfriends and dating as she laid her clothes out to
male companion whom one has a romantic or sexual relationship with. Boyfriend.
An item of clothing for a woman or girl that is designed to be loose fitting or
another. Dating. To establish the date of an object or event. Dating. To
indicate or expose as being old-fashioned.
frowned. The intelligence file he’d read on humans had warned their speech was
riddled with nuances often hard to decipher. He’d found this true. He couldn’t
understand most of what was talked about as he’d followed the group. Now he was
confused yet again as she spoke about, “All the things I’m going to do when I
back into the water, deeper than she’d been before and dipped her head back.
She hummed as she ran her fingers through her hair. He watched her for a while
as she used her fingers to work out the kinks there. Then, as if in slow
motion, she straightened. He knew the moment her eyes caught sight of him,
panic and fear crossed her features. His female inhaled sharply.
begun referring to her as his? When I started
spilling my seed like a youngling every time I think of her.
could bolt, hoping she didn’t try to run. And if she did…
of chasing her down stirred within him. His blood spiked with adrenalin.
predatory nature was already in hyperdrive. He hadn’t stalked and hunted in so
long that his body thrummed with excitement. He felt more alive than he had in
a long time. He now understood why hunters came from all across the galaxy to
participate in the games and why they hunted for mates and companions. Xrez
longed to have his needs sated. And he wanted her small, supple and soft body
escaped from deep in his throat.
sometimes dog owned), a daughter, sister, aunt and friend. She’s a hard worker
whose two favorite outlets are reading and writing. She enjoys reading
everything from mystery novels to historical romances and of course fantasy
romance. She is a believer in the unbelievable, open to all possibilities from
mermaids in our oceans and seas, angels in the skies and intelligent life forms
in distant galaxies.
living. Real estate agents love me, and my work stands on its own merits.
decades. I didn’t even know there was a more… lascivious definition of the
intervention. My last unemployment check was in the bank. I was desperate. Rent
was due. The ad said cash paid at the end of the day.
in making a certain kind of movie. Turns out a “fluffer” doesn’t arrange
decorative pillows on a couch.
helping other people to be hard.
movie set. Will Lotham – my high school crush. The owner of the house where
we’re filming. Illegally. In a vacation rental.
staging gig turned into a nightmare involving pictures of me with a naked star,
Will rescuing me from an arrest, and a humiliating lesson in my own naivete.
what’s easier than I ever imagined?
tonight. I have a date,” I blurt out, remembering David. The dating app. The
asshole who isn’t an asshole.
haven’t met him, so that judgment remains withheld.
Will asks, intrigued.
date. You know, that thing where you go out with someone who has no intention
of really getting to know you and you spend the entire time eating bread that
doesn’t taste as good as your date claims and trying to decide whether to
initiate rescue-text sequences with your mom.”
your idea of a date?”
actual experience of every date I’ve had since college.”
dating the wrong guys.” He holds my gaze for just a little too long. I look
keep fishing in the pond if I ever want to catch a different one.”
the way you talk to your dates, I am beginning to understand why they all turn
out so badly.”
accuse me of being a bad date. I’m a great date! I Google the guy in advance
and read his LinkedIn profile. I make sure I don’t wear super-tall heels in
case he lied about his height on his dating profile. I pretend to care about
all his hobbies and don’t reveal that I’m secretly tallying all the
micro-aggressions he’s sending my way during appetizers and wine. And if he
makes it to dessert, well–” I falter.
it to dessert, do you?” Will asks, eyebrows up. He drops them quickly, wincing.
not that I don’t. He doesn’t!”
It’s just that he always has a thing.”
emergency. Or a dog with a twisted bowel. Or a grandma in the ER.”
guys used the twisted-canine-intestine thing?”
sit down and sag against his teenage desk, elbows sliding forward, fingers deep
in my hair. “I looked it up. There’s an entire subreddit devoted to inventive
ways to get out of a bad date.”
here you are.” He leans against the edge of his desk. “Trying again.”
gleam. “Maybe you should start your dates with that line. ‘Hi. I’m Mallory
Monahan. I’m a masochist.’ You’d definitely make it to dessert.”
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,