I fell in love with Jackson Moreno in hell, the only two survivors trapped in a catastrophic tunnel collapse. But when rescue comes, I discover he has secrets darker than I could have guessed. He disappears from my life as quickly as he came, and I can’t afford to chase after him when I have to raise my daughter alone.
I fell in love with Jackson Moreno six years later, on a bright summer afternoon, cleaning the lobby of a small-town bank. But he’s still running, and I’m struggling to keep my little family afloat.
I fell in love with Jackson Moreno in three feet of snow, surrounded by garbage and filth, after we lost everything. Because sometimes a tatted bad boy and a shy dad who loves knitting are destined to be together, no matter how many years and miles and memories pull us apart. No matter how many times we have to start over.
If we refuse to be broken, I believe someday we’ll find each other for the last time.
An epic, moving story of second chances and love that defies all odds, featuring a double gay for you relationship full of first times, hurt/comfort, a demisexual main character, and mental health representation.
Felicity Haley has been trying to extract Scott Stover from her mind for a year now. Both coming off of rejection, they found comfort in one another. But they were on vacation, each headed back to their separate lives afterward. Felicity is no one’s second choice, and she couldn’t be sure he treasured their night together as much as she did, so she ghosted him.
Now, she finds herself in the same beach town with him once again. But she can’t surrender to her desires. She must protect her heart from inevitably crumbling after the post-Christmas vacation bliss dies down and they go back to their daily lives. Felicity must protect her heart no matter how much the Christmas spirit tells her to collect this gift.
Scott hasn’t been able to shake the memory of the amazing night he had with Felicity. When his entire family rents a house in Santa Rosa for the month of Dec
“When’s the last time a guy caught you, tied you down?”
She wiggled her shoulders. “Now we’re getting to the fun talk.”
“In a relationship.”
“Oh,” she said, letting her shoulders sag. “That’s no fun.”
“You do relationships, don’t you?”
She shrugged.
He narrowed his gaze, turning his head to the side. “Seriously? You don’t do relationships?”
“I have done them. They’re just no fun.”
“Maybe you haven’t found the right guy to be in one with.”
“That’s for damn sure or I wouldn’t be sitting here single.”
“I have a feeling there have been many guys who’ve tried to tie you down and failed.”
“A few have succeeded. I’ve got the video to prove it.”
He shook his head, furrowing his brow. “I don’t know that I’ve learned when to take you seriously or not.”
“Good. Because it’ll be boring once you figure me out.”
He widened his smile. “I can’t imagine any day with you would be boring.”
She leaned in. “Then let’s make sure we keep it interesting.”
He met her in the middle. “Invite me home with you tonight and I’ll show you just how interesting I can make you feel.”
Heat rocketed through her core, waking up her senses in a way they hadn’t been awakened since the last time she was with him. She slid off the bench. “You’re getting warmer.” She gave him a wink, and then walked off toward the ladies’ room, sensing his stare on her backside and soaring higher than she had in a long time.
Melissa Chambers writes contemporary novels for young, new, and actual adults. A Nashville native, she spends her days working in the music industry and her nights tapping away at her keyboard. While she’s slightly obsessed with alt rock, she leaves the guitar playing to her husband and kid. She never misses a chance to play a tennis match, listen to an audiobook, or eat a bowl of ice cream. (Rocky road, please!) She has served as president for the Music City Romance Writers and is the author of the Love Along Hwy 30A series, the Before Forever series (YA), and Courting Carlyn (YA).
As the god of war and bringer of order and justice I can have anything. Except one mortal woman.
I came to Astrid’s prayer for justice. Why, I didn’t know. I should have left after that, but I didn’t. Something about the mortal woman lured me like no other had. It was wrong, I knew that. I should have allowed her to live out her short years as they were intended.
Yet, not even I am a match for a yearning heart.
From shared drinking horns to unforgettable nights, I am determined to bring her the honor she deserves, just as she has sworn to shield me from the horrors of the world. But when trouble amongst the gods stirs, Astrid may just pay the price for my transgressions.
And the price for spilling the blood of my valkyrie, is one too steep for any god.
Valkyrie Lost is book 1 of a trilogy within the Valkyries Rising series. While an MF fantasy romance, it is only the beginning of a slow-build, reverse harem story, told through paranormal romances Valkyrie Renewed and Valkyrie Freed. Valkyrie Lost takes place before any events in the Legacy world (Valkyrie’s Legacy, Neon, Valkyries Rising).
I left the bedroom with some trousers for Týr. I wasn’t sure they’d fit, but we could try. The tunics we had were out of the question.
I stopped short in the threshold of the central room. My heart seized at the sight of Týr holding the unfinished tunic. Even from here, it was clear that would fit him, and there was no hiding who it was for.
Týr looked up when he realized I’d returned. “I thought said you weren’t sure you had something that would fit me.”
“That’s not—what I mean is—” My tongue wouldn’t work as my brain panicked more. I couldn’t tell him it was for him. “It’s not finished.”
His brow spiked and he looked at the tunic again. “Looks finished.”
Whatever magic kept me rooted in place released its hold and I rushed over to him, trying to grab it. “Týr, no!”
He held it out of my reach, grinning like mad. “And why not? Is there something you’re not telling me? Is this for someone else?”
“No!” I nearly choked after that confession. “That’s not—I mean—”
Týr chuckled. “Trickster god got your tongue, Valkyrie?”
My heart thumped. There was that name again. Why did I like it so much when he called me that? “It’s not good enough.”
That was a truth I could allow. He was a god. He deserved the best. And that tunic wasn’t the best. Neither am I…
Týr rubbed the fabric between his fingers. “I think the quality is superb. I’m going to try this on, unless you have any legitimate objections.”
Heat seared my cheeks. “None that’d you take…”
Gods, why hadn’t I hidden that instead of running off in a huff? Now this was just going to be one embarrassing moment when he rejected—
Týr loosened his belt and pulled his soaked tunic over his head. The hard muscles of his abdomen and arms flexed and pulled taut with the movement. Every thought in my mind left me.
He stood before me, half-naked, exhibiting several levels of alluring masculine sex. My mouth dried and heat pooled between my legs. My chest heaved as I struggled to keep my breathing even and my hands from reaching out and gliding my hands along those planes of muscle.
Týr grinned, as if he could see what his current state of dress did to me, and I wouldn’t be surprised if I looked as much as a mess as I felt right now, and then he pulled the new tunic on.
The garment slid over his body, fitting like a glove. I’d managed to make it perfectly for him.
Týr tested the fit and felt the fabric again. “I’ve never had such a nice tunic before.”
Heat of the same intensity pooling between my legs seared my face. “I highly doubt—”
He pressed his thumb against my lips. “I meant what I said.”
I held his gaze, and that was a mistake. My knees wobbled, threatening to bend under the intensity of his stare. “You like it?”
“It’s for me, right?”
I bit my lower lip and nodded.
He grinned. “Good. I wouldn’t allow you to give this to someone else.”
My heart thumped hard against my ribcage.
Týr hung his wet tunic up by the fire to dry along with the boots he’d kicked off, and plopped down in a chair. He looked about to get comfortable.
“Týr, you can’t wear it yet,” I said. “It’s not finished. I wasn’t lying about that.”
He pulled at the material and looked at it. “Looks finished to me.”
I dropped the trousers in my hands and stepped closer, grabbing his tunic. “Týr, please take it off. I need to finish it.”
I gasped when he grabbed my arms and yanked me onto his lap. My body molded against his powerful form, and I was acutely aware of the hard object pressing against my legs that was distinctly not a sword.
Týr chuckled low against my ear. “And what are you going to do about it, Valkyrie? Do you think you can make me remove it?”
A pleasant shiver ran down my spine and between my legs. I swallowed, my pulse thumping in my ears. “I didn’t realize you would be the most difficult man to disrobe.”
USA Today bestselling author Shannon Pemrick is a full-time slow-burn romantic fantasy author, fuller-time geek, and unrelenting dragon enthusiast. She owns too many novelty mugs, not enough chocolate, and maintains a forbidden love-affair with all things shiny. When she’s not burning her fingers across a keyboard handing out adventures and HEAs, she’s rolling dice and getting lost in RPGs or searching for brides for her dragon overlords.
