So what if I’m jaded? No one ever asks me how I feel, anyway. They just use me.
My clients call me Hannah. I’m an escort, but I refuse to work in a brothel. I always followed the law until I strolled alongside the lawless. I never wanted to be with a man until I met this one. What business do I have with someone over a century my senior? What could we possibly have in common? Everything and nothing at all.
Weston’s dark and brewing eyes make me forget we’re from two different eras. His past bites at our heels, and he will kill again for me.
The rugged and desolate Old West is no place for me. For either of us.
How can I choose between him and my old life? How much am I willing to give up for the only man who’s ever seen my soul?
The Room to the West is the second novel from Lauren Biel, author of Shoot Down the Stars.
“Dark romance meets Louis L’Amour. A unique time travel romance that had you walking through the wild west with all your senses aflame.” – Ann-Marie Davis, author of the Moreno Mafia series Content Warning: This book depicts strong sexual content, sexual assault, substance use, and violence toward women. This story also has themes of suicide.
I’m a dark romance author with two published novels and several titles in the works. When I’m not working, I’m writing. When I’m not writing, I’m spending time with my husband, my friends, or my pets. You might also find me on a horseback trail ride or sitting beside a waterfall in Upstate New York. I have a pretty normal life, yet my stories are anything but.
Expect the unexpected with my stories. I write various sub genres of romance and all my stories are a bit ‘different’ compared to others in the same trope, so leave your expectations at the door!
Title: The Thief’s Relic Author: Angela Knotts Morse Genre: Young Adult Fantasy
Eamonn never wanted to be a thief.
So when a risky mission goes awry and he receives the chance of a lifetime, he leaves behind everything, even his newfound family in the Thieves’ Guild, to pursue an apprenticeship as an honest merchant.
Traveling the country means he sees and hears everything. Civil unrest, rebellions against the monarchies, and rumors of a usurper bent on uniting the provinces under himself with a mythical form of magic. Few suspect he’s not chasing a dead end, including village girl Leyna, a believer in the magic of ancient histories. Eamonn’s skeptical heart is also swayed once he finds himself the tyrant’s target, unknowingly possessing the key to harness the dangerous power.
To protect it, Eamonn’s only choice is to flee. But now that it’s the mission of his former brothers in the Guild to hunt him down, keeping magic out of their hands might be harder than either Leyna or Eamonn thought possible. If they fall, though, their world does too.
His pendant, usually hidden under his clothes, fell from behind his tunic. Eamonn felt all eyes turn to him as the pendant caught the firelight, and he stiffened. Only the crackling of the fire could be heard. The atmosphere in the cave changed in an instant.
Hadli’s dark eyes widened, blazing with the reflection of the fire. He leaned in closer to Eamonn, studying the intricate swirls of silver and translucent light green stone. “Where did you get that?” he breathed, enraptured, as his demeanor transformed. “I’ve never seen anything like it. Did you find it in Idyrria? Rare jewelry is nearly impossible to steal, always tightly guarded.”
Eamonn released a nervous breath, a little amused that Hadli—and all the other lads, probably—assumed he had stolen it. He knew that living with a group of thieves would require absolute trust, and at some point, one or more of them would see his pendant. The awe in Hadli’s eyes, though, caused a pit to form in Eamonn’s stomach, and he swallowed hard. Something about it gave an impression of more than just wonder. His eyes shone of desire, of avarice.
“I didn’t steal it,” Eamonn responded, his voice deeper than usual. He touched the pendant in a delicate motion, an old habit. He swallowed again, his throat dry. “It belonged to my mother. She died when I was young, and my father gave it to me. I’ve never known a day without it. It’s like…” He paused, thoughtful, his gaze passing through the walls of the cave. “It’s like having my mother with me all the time. It’s all I know of her.”
Angela Morse has been writing since the fourth grade when a teacher wrote an encouraging note on one of her assignments. The note read, “I would not be surprised if I go to the library one day and pick up a book by Angela Knotts!” That simple note lit a fire within Angela and she developed a passion for writing stories. Though she has dabbled in a few genres, Angela’s favorite to write is Fantasy. Her audience is typically New Adult (NA) or sometimes Young Adult (YA), depending on the age and maturity of her characters and intended readers. Angela currently resides in Birmingham, Alabama with her husband, daughter, and cat.
Title: Doolittle Author: Harley Wylde Series: Devil’s Fury MC #11 Genre: Contemporary MC Romance
Minnie — The Reckless Kings told me it was pointless to pine after Satyr. I kept offering myself to him, hoping he’d see me as something more. I was a fool. All that man will ever see when he looks at me is a club girl. I’ll always be trash in his eyes. So when the President offers me a chance at a new life, I grab on with both hands. It might mean living with yet another club — the Devil’s Fury — but once I meet Doolittle, my entire world turns upside down. I’d thought myself in love with Satyr, but I was so very wrong. Doesn’t matter. Same situation, different man. I might be starting my life over, but Doolittle knows what I am, what I’ve been… and he’ll never want someone like me as his old lady.
Doolittle — Beast asked a favor and I gladly agreed. I have no problem with a woman who wants a fresh start. Before I even met Minnie, I’d offered to let her work at my clinic. I don’t know what I expected. But the stunning woman who shows up leaves me tripping over myself. I’ve never met anyone like her before, and the instant connection between us is startling. Just one problem. Well, three. The first is Meredith. The girl won’t take no for an answer and is determined I’ll be hers. The second is that Minnie feels unworthy of being mine. I’ll just have to prove her wrong. The third I never saw coming, and it just might change everything.
WARNING: Doolittle is part of the Devil’s Fury MC romance series and contains bad language, violence, and adult situations. You’ll also find entirely too many adorable animals, no cheating, and a guaranteed happily-ever-after.
The gates to the Reckless Kings compound opened as I drove up. I stopped just inside the gate and leaned out to speak with the newest Prospect, Bronsen. “Can you tell me how to get the guest house? I’m supposed to meet with Doolittle.”
Bronsen hunkered down and braced his arms on the door of my small SUV. “Follow the road to the right. You can see Beast’s big ass house from here. Go past it and look for a gray Chevy Silverado. That’s what Doolittle drove here.”
“Thanks.”
He backed away and I followed his directions, finding the house easily enough. I parked next to the truck and checked my reflection in the mirror, making sure I didn’t have flyaway strands of hair sticking up every which way. Snapping the visor shut, I took a breath to steady my nerves, and got out.
My door had barely shut when two paws landed in the middle of my chest, and I was knocked off my feet. My ass met the concrete driveway and I winced, knowing it would bruise. The fluffy giant grinned a doggy smile at me. “Well, hello to you too. If that’s how you greet everyone, you may need obedience training.”
“Sorry about Goliath. He thinks he’s the size of a loaf of bread,” a deep voice said from nearby.
I craned my neck back and saw Doolittle standing on the porch. Even though I hadn’t met him before, he definitely wasn’t one of the Reckless Kings. Far as I knew, only one Devil’s Fury member had come to visit. “That’s a perfect name for him.”
I gave the giant floof a shove so I could stand up. Dusting off my pants, I approached the house, trying to get a better glimpse of my possible boss. I went up the steps and nearly tripped over my feet when my gaze met his. Holy hell! Beast wants me to work with this guy?
I stared, and then did the most embarrassing thing ever. I blurted out the first thing that popped into my head. “You’re gorgeous.”
My cheeks burned and my eyes widened. I could feel my heart racing and I wondered if it was too late to get back in the car and pretend this never happened. Doolittle chuckled and shoved his hands into his jean pockets.
“I’m always happy to accept compliments from beautiful women.”
My face like I’d spiked a fever of a million degrees. He thought I was beautiful? Sure, men had told me that plenty of times. Usually right before they tried getting in my pants. Doolittle only winked then tipped his head toward the front door.
“Why don’t we go in and discuss the job? I can go over the day-to-day details of what you’ll be doing, what it pays, and all that fun stuff. Then if you haven’t eaten dinner yet, maybe you can stick around and share some pizza with me. Although, I should warn you I placed the order right before you got here, so if supreme isn’t to your liking, you’re out of luck.”
Harley Wylde is the International Bestselling Author of the Dixie Reapers MC, Devil’s Boneyard MC, and Hades Abyss MC series. When Harley’s writing, her motto is the hotter the better — off the charts sex, commanding men, and the women who can’t deny them. If you want men who talk dirty, are sexy as hell, and take what they want, then you’ve come to the right place. She doesn’t shy away from the dangers and nastiness in the world, bringing those realities to the pages of her books, but always gives her characters a happily-ever-after and makes sure the bad guys get what they deserve.
The times Harley isn’t writing, she’s thinking up naughty things to do to her husband, drinking copious amounts of Starbucks, and reading. She loves to read and devours a book a day, sometimes more. She’s also fond of TV shows and movies from the 1980’s, as well as paranormal shows from the 1990’s to today, even though she’d much rather be reading or writing.
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