Blurb He’s rich, talented and way out of her league. Now he’s making her an offer she can’t refuse…
Football has always been Cam Hartson's life. But when he's forced to retire following an injury, he slinks back to his small home town, planning to lie low and lick his wounds. But then he meets Mia Devlin.
The beautiful single mom of two tearaway boys has no interest in love. She's too busy trying to keep her head above water to notice the way Cam looks at her every time he coaches her son.
There's never been a challenge Cam hasn't met before. But Mia might just be the one that gets away...
Carrie Elks writes contemporary romance with a sizzling edge. Her first book, Fix You, has been translated into eight languages and made a surprise appearance on Big Brother in Brazil. Luckily for her, it wasn’t voted out. Carrie lives with her husband, two lovely children and a larger-than-life black pug called Plato. When she isn’t writing or reading, she can be found baking, drinking an occasional (!) glass of wine, or chatting on social media.
Being the daughter of the Riverside monsters is a heavy cross to bear, one that twenty-one-year-old Cassie West can’t escape. But first she needs to get her ten-year-old brother out of social care.
Social pariahs can’t be choosy and she finds a job as a live-in housekeeper at Hartfield Manor—a cursed job that no one wants.
But as the days pass, she is intrigued and determined to figure out who is the man in the shadows. The mysterious owner of the manor whose obvious pain resonates with hers.
Luca
How the mighty have fallen.
Luca Montanari turned from an adulated powerful mafia underboss to a recluse, clinically alcoholic beast with a death wish in the blink of an eye.
All he wants is to be left alone, to soak in his pain and guilt—in his own version of purgatory—until Cassie West enters his life. She is everything he doesn't want and everything he needs. The fiery redhead starts to bring back to life parts of him he wanted dead. The closer she gets, the harder it is to remain the ghost he’d become.
Who better than the daughter of monsters to love a beast?
I slid closer to him and removed my gardening gloves. I brought my hand up and brushed the soil from his bearded cheek.
He tensed as if he was made of stone under my touch.
I brought my other hand up and brushed my fingertips across his scarred cheek softly, barely a touch, and despite his frozen state, I saw his pupils dilate. He liked that I touched him.
His small reaction made me bolder somehow and I traced the scars with my forefinger. I traced the one going down in an almost straight line from the side to his forehead, down the corner of his eyes, the corner of his mouth to his chin. It tipped the corner of his mouth in a small pout.
“The scars are not ugly,” I whispered softly, worried that I’d break the spell and he would pull away—retreating in his shell of self-hatred. “You’re handsome. I like both sides of you.” I kept my eyes locked on his—showing him that my words were nothing but the truth. It was not pity talking; it was the attraction I felt for him despite knowing how wrong and hopeless it was to feel something for a man like him.
“You don’t have to say that,” he whispered but remained immobile, letting me trace all the scars.
“I know I don’t. But I mean it, every word. Please don’t hide your face from me.”
I didn’t realize he had moved until he gently brushed his fingers along the seam of my bottom lip. He had removed his gloves while I was engrossed with his face and he seemed as mesmerized as I was.
AUTHOR BIO
R.G Angel is a trained lawyer, world traveler, coffee addict, cheese aficionado, avid book reviewer and blogger.
She considers herself as an ‘Eclectic romantic’ and wants to write romance in every sub-genre she can think of.
When she is not busy doing all her lawyerly mayhem, and because she is living in rainy Britain, she mostly enjoys indoor activities such as reading, watching TV, playing with her crazy puppies and writing stories she hopes will make you dream.
Second chances only come once for an FBI agent and her bad boy biker in Skye McNeil's motorcycle romance "Kevlar" (Macha MC #2).
Hunting down criminal motorcycle clubs is Nikita Stockdale’s job as an FBI agent. Her shadowy past is the reason she can’t let any MC slip through her fingers… until a case takes her unexpectedly to the man she thought long gone.
Kevlar Dorous is coasting. In his life and in the club. Recently home from deployment, he decompresses into his new normal. By chance, he sees the woman who kept him grounded in a rival MC bar, and Kevlar can’t help but want to save her.
When Nikita joins forces with Macha MC to take down a human trafficking ring, she has no choice but to return to her dark past in order to save the man she loves. Her well-thought plan goes awry and Kevlar must save her before it’s too late and she’s lost forever.
Will the club bring them together or tear them apart?
Kevlar laced his fingers in Kita’s and grinned back at her. “You’ll see.” He opened the clubhouse door and started toward the garage.
“Please tell me you’re not going to show me a garage. I’ve seen those. Many of those.”
He chuckled and shook his head. “Nah, I know you’re well-versed in that shit.” He led them through the garage and to the side door. Stopping there, he grabbed a helmet and handed it to her. “You still ride, right?”
A confident smile crossed her face. “Does a bear shit in the woods?” She quickly pulled on the helmet. “Now, where’s the bike? I’ve been itching to ride.”
“Well, you could always ride me to ease that urge.”
Kita propped her hands on her hips, the sass evident in her stature and face. “Still a smartass.”
He playfully swatted her ass. “Yeah, you do have a fine ass.” Before she could respond, he pointed to the motorcycle sitting outside the door. “That one. Rubble and I just put her back together the other day. It’s one of the Macha originals as he likes to call them. That guy can make anything mechanical.”
Standing back, he watched Kita carefully inspect the bike. Her tight leather pants tempted him to say screw it to the ride and simply strip her then and there and fuck her against the motorcycle. He let out a steadying breath. It wasn’t about him. Kita was tense and if memory served him, getting out on the road helped relax her. If not, there’s always sex.
“All right, Kita, you ready?”
She swung her long leg over the bike and patted the seat behind her. “Born ready, baby.”
Kevlar hopped on the back and strapped on his helmet moments before the motorcycle lurched to life. She took it easy the first few blocks. Once they were safely out of town, Kita didn’t bother to abide by the posted speed limits.
They zipped along the open road, swerving around cars. Only once did he feel the need to grab her hips. Which of course led to Kita laughing and picking up the speed another notch. He didn’t give a damn if he died riding bitch with this woman. She could have his entire life if she wanted it. He’d gladly turn it over for another moment like this with her.
The motorcycle hugged the curves perfectly. Kevlar made a mental note to relay the test ride to Rubble later so they could work out some of the shifting kinks he felt whenever Kita’s foot switched gears.
After thirty minutes, she pulled over and hung her helmet on the handlebars. She easily slid off the bike, years of doing the act second nature to her. Kita around motorcycles mesmerized him. There was so much about this woman that he didn’t know. He followed suit and walked over to where she stood at the edge of the road overlooking Snowshoe.
“This place is beautiful.” She turned slightly and met his gaze. “I see why you love it here.”
Kevlar swept his eyes over the valley and surrounding mountains. “It’s more my home than any place I’ve lived before.” He jutted his chin to the left. “Macha’s snow lodge is up there. Here soon, the place will be crawling with tourists and extreme sport enthusiasts. It’s kind of fun to be around honestly. Club life is never boring.”
She pushed back her long hair, the wind catching it behind her shoulders. It looked like a perfect modeling shot. A sexy woman in leather and a rocking body that he’d beg to touch. He could come on this image of Kita alone.
“Don’t ogle unless you’re planning on doing something, Macha man.”
The slight smile on her face made him take a step closer. He carefully slid his arm around her waist, his hand dipping between the fabric of her jeans. Goosebumps lined her skin on his contact, and she leaned closer into his chest.
“Don’t tempt me, woman. I’ll take you here and now.”
Kita turned toward him, gorgeous eyes pinning his boots to the dirt. “Prove it.”
Skye McNeil began writing at the age of seventeen and has been lost in a love affair ever since. During the day, she moonlights as a paralegal at a law firm favouring criminal law.
Skye enjoys writing romantic comedies and cozy mysteries novels that leave readers wanting more and falling in love over and over. She writes contemporary and historical novels ranging from sweet and sassy to steamy and sultry.
Her constant writing companions are two cats and two dogs. When she’s not writing, Skye enjoys spending time with family, photography, volleyball, traveling, and curling up with a cup of coffee and reading.
Mad About Ewe, an all-new heartwarming second-chance romance from Susannah Nix, is now available in Kindle Unlimited!
Dawn Botstein is doing just fine after her divorce, thank you very much.
She’s got her yarn store to run, her house to herself for the first time in her life, and no use for men anymore. That is until the hottie silver fox who walks into her store turns out to be her old high school crush—the guy who rejected her 30 years ago.
No way is she going to lose her head over him this time, no matter how well he wears that salt-and-pepper lumberjack beard. Okay, so he’s the opposite of her ex in every way, and his attention gives her a thrill she thought she’d never feel again. She’s not risking her heart again.
Mike Pilota is having a mid-life crisis.
Only instead of buying a red sports car he can’t afford and dressing like a 25-year-old who’s time-traveled from the 1990s, he quit his job after his second divorce to move closer to his recently widowed mother.
He didn’t expect to run into Dawn again, but as soon as he lays eyes on her he’s utterly smitten. So he sets out to make up for past mistakes and prove he can be the kind of man she deserves.
But is it too late for second chances? Or will these two lonely hearts find a way back to each other?
'Mad About Ewe' is a full-length contemporary romance and can be read as a standalone. Book #1 in the Common Threads series, Seduction in the City World, Penny Reid Book Universe.
I’d received the notification a week ago but still hadn’t responded. I’d just left it hanging there, unanswered. Ignored.
Out of spite? Perhaps a little. After he’d rejected me yet again, I had to admit I enjoyed the thought of Mike getting a taste of that same rejection for once. I liked to picture him sitting at home, futilely checking his notifications day after day, waiting for a reply that would never come.
I wanted him to know that I wasn’t desperate for his attention and would not be begging for treats like a pet Labrador. I couldn’t care less whether I ever spoke to Mike again.
Of course, it was just as likely he’d forgotten he even sent the request by now. There was no reason to assume he was in any way invested in my response.
I couldn’t imagine why he’d sent it in the first place. Why now? Why would you send a friend request to someone you’d brushed off?
I hadn’t even realized Mike was active on Facebook, which was probably just as well. It had saved me from years of pathetic cyberstalking. And it would be pathetic to be hung up on a man you’d had a childish crush on thirty years ago.
Good thing I wasn’t.
I’d meant what I’d said about being done with Mike Pilota. Finito. Over and out. So long, and thanks for all the fish.
So it was annoying in the extreme when I walked into The Old House Pub and saw him sitting next to Angie. My steps, which had been confident and quick as I entered the bar, faltered as I recognized him.
How? Why? What the blazing hell was Mike doing here?
My eyes narrowed as they homed in on my best friend, the obvious answer to all my questions. She must have recruited Mike for her reunion committee. And I could guess why.
It was clearly some misguided attempt to force another reunion between me and Mike in the hopes that, against all odds, this time sparks would finally fly, and he’d realize his secret attraction to me which he’d been repressing all these years.
Did I mention Angie was a bit of a fantasist?
Obviously, there was no way any of that would happen. The far more likely scenario was that Mike and I would try our level best to ignore each other’s existence while pretending there was no lingering awkwardness between us.
That was my game plan anyway. Mike could do what he liked.
Gathering a deep breath, I forced my feet to carry me to the table where Mike and Angie were seated. There were six chairs, and I set my sights on the one farthest from Mike.
Angie spotted my approach immediately and called out a greeting. Mike looked up, and our eyes caught and held for a charged second before I forcibly tore my gaze away to pin my best friend with an accusatory glare. Angie grinned back at me and shrugged, as if she knew exactly what she’d done wrong and didn’t care one bit.
Before I could claim the chair diagonally across from Mike, he leapt to his feet. “Here, you probably want to sit next to Angie,” he said, and held his own chair out for me.
I had no choice but to accept his offer at that point without looking like an ill-mannered ingrate. Mumbling my thanks, I draped my purse over the back of the chair and sat down.
To my consternation, Mike took the seat right next to me at the head of the table. He was so close our knees brushed as he scooted his chair forward, and I jerked my legs away from him as if I’d been zapped with electricity.
“It’s good to see you again,” he said in that warm, gravelly voice that used to make my limbs quiver like a gelatin mold on a mechanical bull. Fortunately, I was completely over my childish infatuation with him, and therefore impervious to his sexy man voice.
I looked up to find him smiling at me, his lips curved invitingly and framed by his neatly trimmed beard, and my heart gave a little involuntary jump in my chest.
Well, crud.
Perhaps I wasn’t quite as over Mike as I’d hoped.
About Susannah Nix
Susannah Nix is an award-winning author of contemporary romances featuring smart women and swoony men, including the Chemistry Lessons series of romcoms about women who work in STEM fields and the Starstruck series of movie star romances.
Susannah resides in Texas with her husband, two ornery cats, and a flatulent pit bull. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading, cooking, knitting, watching stupid amounts of television, and getting distracted by Tumblr. She is also a powerlifter who can deadlift as much as Captain America weighs.
I’m the quintessential bad-boy Rockstar whose addiction is women.
I savor a new “flavor” every night, then I cut and run with no false promises to call.
But recently, one sexy little barista has snaked into my veins. I’m craving far more than the mean cup of Joe she slings. Abby ignites a fire in my soul, making me burn for her in ways I never thought possible. I’ve been warned that love and lust are a dangerous combination.
Will Abby be my latest distraction? Or the fatal overdose of a deadly attraction?
Get swept up in the gritty world of rock-and-roll in Lucas, the first book in The Sinful Seven series sure to set your e-reader on fire!
Now we’re back at home and we’re both too wound up to sleep. What’s a girl to do?
“There are only a few more hours before dawn, you wanna grab a bottle of champagne and go up on the roof?” Ah, I do believe my rock god is a romantic. He might not send me flowers or buy me chocolates, but it’s the little things like this that make me fall in love with him more and more every day.
“I’d love to. I’ll grab a blanket while you get the bubbly. I’ll meet you up there.” I sneak in a quick kiss before walking over to the bed to grab the comforter, toss off my shoes which are killing me, and then climb the stairs to the rooftop. It’s a bit chilly, so I wrap the blanket around me and wait for my man.
As soon as he notices me all bundled up, he asks, “You want me to get you a jacket?”
“No, silly. I have you to keep me warm.” Ah, that beautiful smile does crazy things to my insides.
“Yeah, I hope you know I’ll always keep you safe and warm, Abby.” After sitting down next to me, he hands me a paper cup. He shrugs and starts laughing. “Sorry, I don’t have any fancy champagne flutes or anything, but now that I have a steady paycheck, I’ll get some for next time.”
Abandoning the warmth of the blanket, I crawl over to him and straddle his lap. Cupping his face, I stare into those sultry eyes. “I don’t need fancy glasses or expensive clothes. I don’t even need a fancy car or a posh place to live. All I need is you, the stars, and coffee.” There’s that smile again. “I love you, Lucas. Not your money, not your fame, and certainly not your bad taste in movies. Just you.”
The bubbly’s soon forgotten when he lays me down on the blanket and slowly peels off every layer of my clothing. Which isn’t much, but it’s a slow burn nonetheless. A few minutes ago I was freezing, now I’m on fire as his gaze rakes over every inch of me. I notice the different look in his eyes now compared to earlier in our relationship. Now it’s about the love and not about the lust. Although the two go hand in hand, this is lasting, not fleeting. Lucas doesn’t realize it, but he’s come a long way and I’m so damn proud of him.
When he hovers over me for a kiss, I use this time wisely and strip him of his clothing. All he needs to do is shimmy out of his jeans and we’ll be skin on skin. And he does and we are.
My legs part, inviting him in, and he accepts the invitation with open arms by thrusting inside of me. I gasp, he moans, and our bodies move to the rhythm of our heartbeats. Lucas Pipes Knight makes love to me under a blanket of stars on a rooftop in Manhattan.
It’s not fancy. It’s perfection.
AUTHOR BIO
Connie Lafortune is a rebel, coffee addict and incurable romantic. She pens steamy contemporary romance about enemies-to-lovers, second chances, and broken heroes with plenty of angst. If she's not in her office writing her next novel, you can bet she's curled up in a comfy chair with her nose buried in a book. On the lookout for her next book boyfriend!
“Do you remember the witch?” Nikolai’s words had me lifting my head.
“What witch?”
“The one that said a woman will be your undoing and bring you to your knees,” he replied. “You have found her.”
I didn’t believe a word that crazy Gypsy lady said all those years ago. Although now looking at Anastasia laying next to me, I had to wonder. It had been less than twenty-four hours and the pull was quickly bringing me to my knees.
Eva Winners released her first novel Second Chance At Love in 2020 and has been writing feverishly ever since. She writes about everlasting romance for every century focusing on characters emotional development and always guarantees an HEA.
She loves yoga, wine and her kiddos. In her spare time, she seeks adventures either hiking through trails or exploring the beaches.
Writing books has always been her passion and she brings real life to the forefront in everything she writes about.
Deeply passionate characters and stories will draw you in and you'll never want to leave.
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Candice Wright is the international bestselling author of the Underestimated Series. Still relatively new in the business, Candice has just published her tenth full-length novel and has no plans for slowing down. Hailing from the sunny (sometimes) UK, Candice lives with her three slightly unhinged children and the long-suffering partner. When she isn’t busy raising the next generation of crazy, you can find her sitting at the computer writing words she hopes will resonate or snuggled up reading stories by the authors that cultivated her love of the written word.
