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,
Release Date: April 5, 2019
that time you accidentally sexted your in-laws?
just did that. Except worse. Now my million social media followers are reading
and sharing the rude, smartass message I meant to send privately to my little
sister…and I’m officially public enemy number one.
Ryder. Former boy bander. Underwear model. Fashion mogul. And I just buried my
entire leg in my mouth—not just my foot—modern internet style, and publicly
insulted my sister’s neighbor.
as the woman of my dreams, who loves geeky TV shows, baseball, and giraffes,
who’s just as turned on by food as I am, and who has a huge secret that I
didn’t see coming.
time to grovel and apologize publicly on social media and hope that those same
followers who helped start the raging shitstorm will help calm the waters.
Sarah doesn’t want the spotlight. For very good reasons that I can’t tell you
right now and trying to convince her to be my fake girlfriend to fix this mess
and make me look like less of a jackass is worse than taking a kick to the nuts
by Jackie Chan.
thought modeling underwear made me feel naked.
start a relationship in the era of the twitterazzi isn’t all that it’s cracked
up to be.
Geekheart is a rockin’ fun romantic comedy featuring a billionaire fashion
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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.
Title: Rebel Saint
Author: Adriane Leigh
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: March 18, 2019
She found herself on the steps of St. Michael’s seeking shelter, what she didn’t expect was temptation so sharp and sweet concealed beneath one snow-white collar.
He rescued her from rock bottom, desperate people squeezed together by the desperate cracks of life, but their relationship was never innocent. The thinly-veiled attraction combustible, magnetism so explosive it rattles the very foundations of their belief.
But can their unholy love story withstand the fall?
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“The dark night of the soul? Mind telling me what the hell that was about?” The heavy wooden door echoed through the tight chamber when it slammed against the door jamb.
Bastien remained still across the small sacristy, head bowed as he continued to work quietly, deft fingers sliding thin, golden ropes of sacred fabric through his fingers. “I’d rather know what you think.”
Frustration thickened my blood. “I’m your dark night of the soul?! I think you went a step too far.”
“If that’s what you call a step too far I’d hate to hear what you call indecent.” His body was against mine in an instant, my breasts heaving with shallow irritation and grazing the fabric of his vestments.
This profoundly infuriating man was under my skin like no one else had ever been, and just like a bad tattoo, I’d pay a professional to gouge him out of my soul if I could.
“This, for instance,” he hissed, “is surely a step too close to your precious comfort zone.” His body pressed closer, the deep ridge of his arousal cutting at my hip and causing my throat to crack and turn to dust. “Don’t trick yourself into believing that you know you more than I do, Tressa.”
His dark eyes glinted in the dim light, heartbeat vibrating in my ears the only noise in the room. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
I couldn’t catch my breath, his fingers crawling their way past my wrists, grazing the underside of my elbows before his thumbs dug in and he was as far deep inside my own heart as he could possibly go.
“You like the dance, sweet dove, but just when things get intimate you pull away.”
His scathing truth cut like a hot blade.
“No,” I squeaked.
His soft chuckle my only reply, my eyelids already glued shut in opposition of his words.
“You think you only show me the side of you you want me to see,” Bastien’s thumb danced the arch of my brow, “but I see so much more than that.” His eyes flicked down to my lips, hips working softly against mine.
“I’m trained to see the broken parts you’ve spent a lifetime hiding. I’m trained to be your light in the darkness, Tressa, but all that darkness,” his thumbs worked inside my elbows, swaying me against his body as he grit against my neck, “it weighs on me some days. Seminary doesn’t teach a flesh and blood man how to channel all that darkness into…” he flexed behind his robes, my body humming with pure desire for anything more he had to give, “productive activities.”
I didn’t have a reply for him, the way he swallowed my space and caused my heart to thrum like a hummingbird was distracting enough, but his skin setting flame to mine was beyond unbearable.
“What about you, then?” I summoned my earlier anger. “You fancy yourself some sort of holier than thou saint? Forgive me Father, but I call bullshit.”
Bastien’s eyes held mine, the amusement chasing through his chocolate irises giving me enough satisfaction to live on for days.
I squared my shoulders. “You’re a prisoner to your belief.”
His eyebrows rose, shock striking him before his face settled to that same well-orchestrated calm he reserved for his parishioners. “You can bet I’m a prisoner, but not for the reasons you think.”
His admission caught me off guard, but not more than the next moment did.
His palms caught my face, thumbs trailing down the warmth of my throat before he smashed our lips together.
His kiss defiled as much as it gave life.
He raped me to the depths of my soul without ever removing a strip of my clothing.
“But that’s where my beliefs with the church diverge.” He lips teased at the corners of my mouth before his tongue darted out, tasting the bow of my top lip.
Oh sweet fucking heaven.
“I happen to believe it isn’t living if you’re not breaking a rule every now and again.”
He caught the soft whimper on my lips with his, swallowing it instantly before his tongue pushed past the barrier and he was sheathed in me again.
His taste, far deadlier than I’d remembered.
“Despite what my church may believe,” Bastien’s thumbs hooked at my shirt, the warm pads of his fingertips sliding against my skin and cutting through my nerves like hot butter, “I can’t renounce you.”
His palms slid up my torso, divesting me of my shirt while one hand cupped a shiny chalice, drips of wine already making their way between my breasts. Staining the satin bra I wore, pooling in my navel, soaking a rebel river of red overtop the elastic of my panties.
“I know the taste of sin, sweet Tressa, I’ve tasted it every night in my dreams. Craving you is a new and deadlier form of hell than the last I’d overcome.” He dropped to his knees, the empty cup slipping to the floor and soaking his white robes in scarlet before his tongue met my flesh in slow swipes, eyes glinting as he held me flush to his mouth.
Soft mewls formed on my lips as my body fell apart in his arms, limbs loose as he worked his way up my body, tongue tasting every inch of the blessed wine from my skin as he went.
“I am very surely a prisoner to you, my sweet dove.”
Adriane Leigh is an Amazon Top 25 and USA Today bestselling author of contemporary and erotic romance. Raised in a snowbank in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, she was born with a book in her hand and won her first Young Authors award before the age of ten. She finished her first romance novel at 14, and hasn’t stopped playing with words since. She earned a literature degree, co-founded and organized international book conventions with RARE: Romance Author & Reader Events, and has written more than 45 independent titles under various pen names.
Married to her own Prince Charming, she now lives among the sand dunes of Lake Michigan, and plays mama to two sweet baby girls. She’s a romantic rebel and word junkie that believes wanderlust is life, is part of the #goodvibetribe, and wishes she had more time to read and knit scarves to keep her cozy during the arctic Michigan winters. Yoga pants, puppies, and mac and cheese also help. Never miss a release! Get an alert at: http://www.adrianeleigh.com
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Title: Master of Sin
Series: Gods of Vegas #1
Author: Sienna Snow
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Erotic Romance
Release Date: March 13, 2019
From beloved contemporary romance author Sienna Snow comes a dark and delicious tale of indulgence and passion. Enter the world of the gorgeous gods of Las Vegas — if you dare.
It was always him.
The one I shouldn’t want, shouldn’t crave, the one who could destroy my carefully built life.
Hagen Lykaios was the essence of sin, indulgence, and danger – everything I knew to avoid.
All it took was one unexpected touch, and he consumed me, left me begging, needy, and hungry for more.
He said if I entered his world he would corrupt me, own me, and change all that I had ever known…and you know what? I went anyway.
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The door locked behind us, and almost immediately I felt the atmosphere of the office we’d entered change. There was an undercurrent of arousal and need flowing, and it definitely wasn’t one-sided.
I leaned my back against the door and studied the predator in the impeccable suit before me. What was it about him that made me want to throw caution out the window?
“So, what now?” I asked as he took my clutch from my hand and threw it on a nearby table.
“You tell me.”
I pressed my palm to his chest, loving the heat that radiated through the material of his shirt.
“Tell me you feel this.”
“My excuse is the adrenaline from the asshole earlier. What’s yours?”
I licked my lips and watched his eyes dilate. “Do I need one?”
He stepped forward. “No, you don’t.” His mouth covered mine.
Dear God, he tasted amazing, whiskey and his own natural essence. His lips were soft, softer than I ever expected. His tongue found its way against mine, and the kiss grew deeper. He rolled and glided, making my mind cloud with a need suppressed for too long.
I found my head jerked back in a tight grip as our mouths continued to duel. We ate at each other as if we were starved.
My arms pulled him closer, wanting nothing more than to feel all of him against me. His hard length pressed into my stomach and my core flooded with desire.
I knew it would be like this if I ever got a chance to kiss him. He was all-consuming and demanding, everything I could ever want. Logic should tell me to stop, to take a step back and think about what going any further would mean. But all I could do was drown in the cascade of desire.
Hagen released my hair, and his hands slid up my thighs, pulling them apart and wrapping them around his waist. He rubbed his rock-hard cock along the seam of my pussy and against my aching clit.
“Hagen,” I moaned, wanting more. “I need.”
“I know what you need. I’m just not sure you can handle it.” He licked down my throat and then nipped the juncture of my neck and shoulder.
I jerked, and my core clenched, arching into the pleasure-pain.
“More. Please. More.” I couldn’t believe I was begging. Now if only I knew what I begged for.
Hagen began to grind his cock back and forth against the sensitive nerves at the apex of my cleft, creating a rhythm that had every cell in my body screaming.
“Come for me, Starlight.” His hand slid farther up my skirt and then his thumb began to stroke my clit.
I detonated, throwing my head back as stars flashed behind my eyes. My pussy spasmed and contracted. I lost all sense of place and time.
My arousal flooded through my core, soaking his thumb and bringing out a groan from his exploring mouth.
“I can’t wait to taste your sweet cunt. One day you will come while I fuck you with my mouth.”
His words spurred another contraction.
Holy fuck. Dirty talk got me off.
Slowly, I came down from the best orgasm of my life and realized I was now sitting on Hagen’s lap. His erection was a brand under my bottom, and his breath was ragged. I looked into his blue depths that almost seemed black since his pupils ate up his eyes.
I tried to reach for his pants, but he stilled my movement.
“I won’t take you. No matter how much I want to. Watching you come apart has to be enough.”
Inspired by her years working in corporate America, Sienna loves to serve up stories woven around confident and successful women who know what they want and how to get it, both in – and out – of the bedroom.
Her heroines are fresh, well-educated, and often find love and romance through atypical circumstances. Sienna treats her readers to enticing slices of hot romance infused with empowerment and indulgent satisfaction.
Sienna loves the life of travel and adventure. She plans to visit even the farthest corners of the world and delight in experiencing the variety of cultures along the way. When she isn’t writing or traveling, Sienna is working on her “happily ever after” with her husband and children.