beautiful Eevie is sweet and sassy, and she owns my heart like no
other. I promised her, I’d always protect her, and I meant it, but shit
just got serious.
Blackmail. Extortion. And Eevie is the target.
the past comes back to haunt us. Sometimes, no matter how hard you try
to distance yourself from it, it comes back and bites you on the arse.
And in walks Mr Hotshot Detective, Ryan Clark, thinkin’ he can save the
day and take my girl.
Fast. That’s how I like
life, especially my two great joys: bikes and women. I’m committed to
exclusively riding one, but not the other.
sexy-arse freelance photographer who’s travelled the world, and doesn’t
do long walks on the beach or romantic candlelit dinners. She enjoys
running with the bulls and food spicy enough to make your hair fall out.
If that weren’t enough to get me hard, she rides a mean mother of a
I’ve gotta have a taste of this wildcat.
don’t do fast. Not anymore. I’ve got my career, my independence, and
since I fled Spain to come back home I promised myself that I wouldn’t
be put second—or third, for that matter—again.
Then I meet pretty boy Spencer.
smooth, oozing the most potent pheromones probably known to modern
science, and he’s making a move on me. One kiss was almost enough for my
promise to dissolve.
My head says no—my treacherous body screams
yes. I’m gonna make Spencer work for it. Make him fight for the chance
to have me, because I know that deep down I’m worth it.
Gilded Wings by Cameo Renae (Hidden Wings #4) Published by: Crushing Hearts and Black Butterfly Publishing Publication date: December 19th 2014 Genres: Fantasy, Paranormal Romance, Young Adult
As the final battle draws
near, Emma finds herself bound under an unbreakable oath. She must seal
the bond with Ethon before her transformation, or risk her life and the
lives of those she truly loves. Who she wants is no longer an option. Lucian has unleashed troops of evil beasts from the Underworld,
making it impossible for Emma to leave the protective barrier of
Alaine’s home. War is inevitable. The Guardians will need to stay and
fight their ground, hoping Lucifer keeps his end of the deal and comes
to their aid. In this epic series conclusion, burning questions will be answered, lives will be lost, and sacrifices will be made. But who will survive, and at what cost?
Insane by H.G. Lynch Genre: Dark Fantasy/ Horror Romance
Something evil is going on in the Montgomery Psychiatric Hospital; every time there is an unexplainable blackout, a patient dies. Callie isn’t insane – she sees the ghost of her dead best friend only because he really is there. It’s just that nobody believes her. Casey is scarred after a horrific attack during which he killed someone. Temporary insanity was his plea, and the asylum is his prison. With fear and death lurking everywhere, and no way to escape, Callie is certain it’s only a matter of time before she or Casey, the odd boy she has an inexplicable link with, becomes the next victim of the creature in the shadows. Trapped in the asylum with a killer on the loose, there’s plenty of reason to be afraid of the dark.
About the Author: I’m H.G. Lynch, a Scottish Paranormal Romance author, avid readers, and cat-lover. I spend most of my days writing, while wrestling my cat, Sooki, off my laptop. I believe that chocolate cake can save the world, and I am highly caffeine-addicted. I can occasionally be found rolling on the floor, laughing manically, when I’ve consumed too much caffeine. I love horse-riding, Star Trek, and snow. My books are dark fantasy romances, usually with a bad boy and a bad girl. Sometimes with zombies, sometimes vampires, sometimes other things. Enjoy!
** Callie **
“Let me go! Let go of me! I’m not crazy! I’m not fucking crazy!” I screamed, thrashing against the guards as they half-dragged and half-carried me down the pale, sterile hallway. I bit fingers and kicked shins and scratched arms, I spat and snarled and cursed, I screamed so loud I hurt my own ears and scared the hell out of half the other patients in the building. And still, the guards thrust me into a dark little room and slammed the metal door behind me, locking me in…
It wasn’t the first time I’d tried to escape, nor the first time I’d been caught. But this time was the closest I’d gotten to freedom, and to be thrown back into the tiny, dull, lifeless room I’d been inhabiting for nearly three months, to be ten feet from fresh air and grass and a world without bars on the windows and a schedule for every moment outside my room, and then be forced back into a prison – it was maddening.
But then, that was the thing about the Montgomery Psychiatric Hospital; if you weren’t already mad when you went in, you sure would be after a few months.
I slumped onto the floor and stared at the door, not sure whether to cry or try to rip the door off its hinges. I forced my mind to go blank, because at least if I didn’t think about how painfully close I’d come to finally getting out of here, I could perhaps retain what was left of my dwindling sanity. If I thought about how I’d been close enough to see the huge, wrought iron gates at the end of the gravel driveway through the glass doors, I’d probably lose it for good, and then I’d actually deserve to be here.
For now, I was sane.
It was just that nobody believed me.
They said I was crazy. That I was a danger to myself and possibly to others. That I was delusional, paranoid, disturbed. That I heard voices.
Well. That much was true. I did hear voices. Actually, only one voice.
“Failed again, sweetheart. Nice try, though,” said the voice that nobody else could hear. It was a voice I knew all too well – a voice I’d known since I was seven years old.
I tore my gaze off the door, and turned to see him. He was sitting on the bed, looking as real as he had the day he’d died. Silky brown curls, pouty lips, and hazel eyes. Silver hoop earring in one ear, ragged jeans with holes in the knees, and a sleeveless dark blue shirt that exposed the pentagram tattoo on his left bicep. Overall, gorgeous. And absolutely, unequivocally dead as a doornail.
I sighed and grimaced at the ghost of my dead best friend. “Shut up, Chester.”
He folded his hands over his heart, pretending to be injured – which would have been a lot funnier if his heart was still beating. “Aw, don’t be like that, Cal. I’m sure you’ll make it next time.”
“You said that last time.”
“Did I?” He frowned and scratched the back of his head. “Well, I guess I was wrong then.”
I snorted. “Yeah, that’s really reassuring.”
Genre: NA contemporary romance
Warning: strong language, domestic violence, sex scene
Word Count: 110,000
Release date: August/2013
Cover: Najla Qamber Designs
mansions, tea parties, and lies are twenty-year-old Hannah Taylor’s
life. To others, her family and her relationship with Eric is perfect.
But she knows the truth. She lives it.
a fire takes her grandma’s life and kills her horse, Hannah’s
immaculate life spirals out of control. Her father disapproves of her
decision to run her grandma’s ranch instead of focusing solely on
learning the family business; Animal Control brings her Argus, a
mistreated horse that she can’t turn away even though she’s not ready
for another horse; and her boyfriend, Eric Bennett, a world famous polo
player, becomes possessive and authoritarian. Despite her best efforts
to disguise it, Hannah grows wary of him.
Leonardo Fernandes struts onto the polo scene. A cocky rookie with a
messy life of his own, he’s drawn to Hannah and isn’t afraid of showing
it, even when Eric makes it clear she is his and he’ll do whatever it
takes to keep it that way. Hannah suffers for Eric’s jealousy. The abuse
only gets worse when Leo steals the title of best polo player in the
world from Eric.
the title isn’t enough for Leo. He wants Hannah too, and she can’t deny
her attraction to him either. Somehow, she must find a way to break
free from abusive Eric before he breaks every bone in her body.
Genre: NA contemporary romance
Warning: strong language, sex scene, mentions of rape and domestic violence
Word Count: tbd
Release date: June/2015
Cover: Najla Qamber Designs
the outside, Hilary Taylor has it all—beauty, money, a caring family,
good friends—but inside she’s struggling, full of fears. Events from the
past forever changed her, and though years of therapy have helped, she
still has a long way to go…. No matter how much progress she’s made, Hil
isn’t sure she’ll ever be able to trust men again. Especially one who
sees her as nothing more than a pretty face. But Hil knows it's time to
face her fears, and the best way to do that is to start small.
To Guilherme Fernandes life is about three things: polo, parties and
pretty girls—only one of which he takes seriously. Gui is too focused on
his polo career to waste time on relationships, however he can’t help
but be intrigued by the beautiful yet troubled Hil. So when she decides
she'd like to learn more about horses, Gui is happy to find himself in
the right place at the right time. But what was supposed to be a one
time thing, soon turns into a weekly date.
As Gui helps her discover a new found love for horses, Hil’s guard
begins to crumble. The more support Gui offers, the more she wants to
accept...and the more the lines of friendship blur. Despite knowing
better, Hil can’t help it as Gui slowly breaks through the walls she’s
built. Now she has to decide if she’ll stop him there, or if she’ll
finally let her fear go and allow Gui to reach for her heart.
Book Title: Glitter and Grit
Author: Jessie Evans
Genre: Western Romance
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
This ride is going to last a lot longer than eight seconds…
Female professional bull rider, Reece Hearst, graduated from the school of hard knocks. With honors. Because life is like bull riding—when it sends you to the dirt, you do whatever it takes to get on your feet, even if you have to crawl. Like when officials stripped her of her rodeo queen title on the basis of vicious gossip years ago and not even her father would believe her side of the story. Reece could have stayed in the dust, wallowing. Instead, she fixed Lonesome Point in her rearview, joined the pro circuit, and never looked back. But now a serious injury threatens to end her career and she’s back in Lonesome Point, living next door to the family that once made her life a living hell.
After multiple tours of duty in Afghanistan and his father’s death, all Grayson Parker wants is to get his family’s cattle business back in the black and live a quiet life. But the return of Reece Hearst opens old wounds, throwing his ordered world into chaos. Grayson was serving overseas when Reece was a teenager and can’t believe the girl he once knew has grown into a heartbreaker as hardened as she is beautiful.
Grayson finds a kindred spirit in wounded Reece and soon longs to be the man to show her that there is life after pain and loss. But can two people as damaged as Reece and Grayson find their way to happily ever after? Or will the scars on their hearts forever keep them apart?
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Jessie Evans, gave up a career as an international woman of mystery to write the sexy, contemporary romances she loves to read.
She's married to the man of her dreams, and together they're raising a few adorable, mischievous children in a cottage in the jungle. She grew up in rural Arkansas, spending summers running wild, being chewed by chiggers, and now appreciates her home in a chigger-free part of the world even more.
When she's not writing, Jessie enjoys playing her dulcimer (badly), sewing the worlds ugliest quilts to give to her friends, going for bike rides with her house full of boys, and drifting in and out on the waves, feeling thankful for sun, surf, and lovely people to share them with.
Reece was anticipating being told to buy her own damned beer, but after a long, silent beat, Broody turned to the bartender and lifted a hand.
“Whatever the lady wants,” he rumbled in a gravelly voice that made Reece’s skin prickle. “Add it to my tab.”
“I’ll have a Blue Moon, extra orange slice.” Reece smiled at the bartender as she slid onto the stool next to her tortured cowboy. “Thanks for the drink. You been here long?”
“About an hour,” the man replied, moving his hat to his other side and resuming his moody glaring into the amber liquid inside his pint glass. “I’m heading out soon.”
“I meant in Lonesome Point, not the bar,” Reece said. “You look like you’ve been around long enough to get sick of the small town bullshit.”
He stretched his neck from one side to the other but kept his attention fixed on the bar. “Small town, big city…bullshit’s all the same.”
Reece nodded, mulling that over while she thanked the bartender and squeezed her two orange slices into her beer. “I guess so, but there are more places to get away from it in the city. More places where nobody knows your name.”
“I don’t know your name.” Broody’s attention shifted her way as she took a long drink of the ice-cold beer.
She moaned softly in appreciation as the cold bubbles dulled the edges of her headache. She knew it was probably just the pain pill kicking in, but there was still something magical about an ice-cold beer.
“No, you don’t.” She grinned up at him as she wiped the foam from her upper lip with a sensuous sweep of her thumb, not missing the way the man’s eyes lingered on her mouth. “And why don’t we keep it that way? I won’t tell you my name and you won’t tell me yours. We can be each other’s place where nobody knows our name.”
Mr. Tortured nodded and the hint of a smile curved his full lips. “Sounds like a plan, Shortstack.”
Reece arched one brow. “Because I’m short and stacked?”
Adorably, the man blushed in response. “It was the first short person nickname that came to mind. Haven’t taken a good look at the other.”
“Well, go ahead,” Reece said, holding his gaze, relishing the tension beginning to thicken the air between them. “I don’t mind.”
After a moment, the man leaned closer, but his eyes didn’t waver from hers. “I don’t treat women that way.”
“Then how do you treat women?” Reece asked, shifting until her leg brushed his. “I’m curious.”
“Curiosity can be dangerous,” he said in a husky voice that made Reece’s nipples tighten and her next sip of beer go straight to her head. “What if I’m not a nice guy?”
“What if I’m not a nice girl?” Reece countered, setting her beer down and bringing her hand to rest on his thigh, relishing the rock hard muscles beneath the denim.
Oh yeah, this man definitely had what she was looking for, and then some.
Today is the cover reveal for RED LINES, an adult romance by T.A. Foster. This title will be released on February 6th, 2015. Check out the excerpt and teasers below! As an added bonus, we are also revealing the cover for another of T.A.'s standalone romances, FINDING HAVEN. Buy links for that book are below.
Love on remote Perry Island was one thing, but with the flash of a camera everything has changed.
Movie star Evan Carlson has just landed the role of a lifetime, playing the infamous Dexter Red. Fans can't get enough of the sexiest, most-talked-about guy to ever hit paperback pages.
Haven is in Austin working on her songwriting career, and Evan's faith and commitment are put to the test. No matter which way he turns, Hollywood keeps getting in the way.
Does realizing their career dreams mean losing their relationship? Can they survive the headlines and media frenzy surrounding Evan's new role?
When it comes to love, some lines are meant to be blurred.
He kissed her on the cheek. “So, speaking of Red Lines, how would you feel if I took the role?”
“As in, you want to be the next Dexter Red?” Sure, they had talked about it in passing, but Evan didn’t seem interested. She was still surprised he read the book on the flight home.
“I don’t know. I met with the new agent today, great guy by the way, and he says I’m at an all-or-nothing crossroads. I either need to retire or do this movie. There’s no gray area. I’m thinking about doing the movie. I can’t say I’m ready to completely give up acting.”
“I can’t imagine you retiring right now. That seems extreme. You’re only twenty-eight. Do people your age retire?”
“I don’t know of anyone. But the movie? How would you feel about me being in the movie?” He asked it quietly, and Haven knew he was worried.
She sat on the couch. “If you want to do it, I don’t see how it has much to do with me.”
“Darlin’, it has everything to do with you.” He paused. “Emmy’s signed up to play Karina. I’d be in it with her, so I can understand if that would make you uncomfortable. I talked to her today, though, and she’s completely onboard. She knows about you. She knows this would be all business. I made that completely clear.”
It was hard to focus. Evan had just asked her to play Red Lines sex games and now was asking permission to star in the hottest movie to ever hit the big screen with his ex. What in the hell was she supposed to say? This was coming at her from two completely different angles.
“I trust you, Evan, and I know it’s a movie. It’s not like you’re actually sleeping with her.” The last part came out more like a whisper. She realized she knew nothing about moviemaking.
“Definitely not.” He wrapped an arm around her. “But, just say the word and I won’t do it. It has to work for both of us.”
Her lips were still swollen from his kisses, and she could smell his soapy-scented cologne on her shoulder. He was all around her, part of her, in her head, her heart, her body. If this was what he wanted, she wasn’t going to stand in his way.
“Do it. I think you should do it.”
“Really? You sure?”
“Yes. Absolutely sure. You’ll be an amazing Dexter Red.”
“And you’re up for helping me prepare for the role?” He winked. “Because I was wondering if we could start rehearsals right now.” He placed his glass on the table and took hers next.
The palms of his hands ran along her thighs until he had wriggled her skirt up to her hips again.
Haven smiled. “Yes, we can start right now.”
“Wait.” He paused. “You wanted to ask me about something from your meeting?” He crawled forward.
“Rehearsals,” she whispered. “Let’s start with rehearsals.”
She leaned against the arm of the couch as Evan’s hand slid between her thighs. If she had to play this part to help him prepare for the biggest role of his life, she wasn’t going to say no.