Title: Dark Reign Author: Amelia Wilde Genre: Contemporary Romance
Wealthy. Reclusive. Dangerous. Emerson LeBlanc doesn’t enter society much. He only ventures out in pursuit of new art for his collection. It starts with a haunting painting. Then he meets the artist…
Innocent Daphne Morelli is more exquisite than anything he’s ever seen. He becomes obsessed with her. It doesn’t matter that she’s a living, breathing person with her own hopes and dreams.
I’d like to watch you paint while you’re naked. While you’re crying. While I’m inside you. It would be the purest form of poetry. It would be like nothing you’ve ever done, nothing I’ve ever done, and I want it more than I have ever wanted anything.
“No.”
“At least you’re honest.”
Perhaps. I haven’t told Daphne anything, really. She knows nothing about me except what I want her to know. Real honesty might be admitting that I can hardly fucking breathe when she’s standing this close. That goose bumps run up and down my arms when I think of her alone. The dream I had last night. That would be honesty. What I said was a plain truth. I want more than to watch her paint. I want so much more.
It’s painful to ask, when I could take her now. Daphne’s petite. Small enough that if I opened the door, I could have her in my arms and in the back of the SUV with minimal effort. She could not outrun me. If I did, if I gave in to the electricity wiring my nerves, everything would come apart. It would take forever for her to trust me again. It would take so long to make her see.
“Come with me,” I say. Her shoulders shake now with the cold. Daphne looks behind me, into the SUV, and glances up at Logan. This is a different calculation entirely than staying with me in the gallery. I know she made that call minute by minute. She was alive with her fear every second, and part of her loved it. I tasted it on her. Fear. Desire. Relief.
“I—” A door bursts open on the other side of my SUV, wood banging on brick, and Daphne jumps back from the SUV window. “What’s going on?”
I search for an answer, but she’s not asking me. Two men in suits come into the street. “Ms. Morelli,” one of them says.
Daphne’s hand goes to the pocket of her hoodie. She pulls out her phone and frowns at the screen, then shoves it away again. “Is something happening?”
“We need you to come this way.”
“Guys.” Daphne sighs, but she puts on a smile anyway. “This is maybe not the way to do this. I’m in the middle of a conversation.”
“We have orders,” says the second one. “What, is it because I’m outside?” Daphne’s voice rises, but she doesn’t lose control. “No, Ms. Morelli. There’s no problem with you being outside.” The first one glances in my direction. “It’s time to get ready to go. This way, please.”
Amelia Wilde is a USA TODAY bestselling author of steamy contemporary romance and loves it a little too much. She lives in Michigan with her husband and daughters. She spends most of her time typing furiously on an iPad and appreciating the natural splendor of her home state from where she likes it best: inside.
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Title: The Lies Between Us Author: Yolanda Olson Genre: Dark Contemporary Romance
Running away has always been something I’m good at.
I’ve run far away from home and back again thinking that each time would be the last.
But things are a lot different lately. I’ve learned that tides turn, seasons change, and sometimes, people do too.
I haven’t seen Hoyt Blackburn in a decade because I was so convinced he wasn’t worth my time anymore. I guess this is where I’ve changed since I found out that his execution is one of those inevitable things that life handed him. I can’t ever remember him being a bad man, yet I can’t shake that something isn’t right about what’s happening to him.
Maybe it’s because I miss him.
Maybe it’s because I wanna lay eyes on the man one last time.
Will he remember me? Will he even care? I don’t know; the only thing I can honestly say for sure is that there are still some secrets we have left between us that have to be spoken before he draws his last breath. Otherwise, when that day comes, they may have just killed me too.
Jori laughs, this time a good-natured laugh, and I turn back around and smile at him. When he’s genuinely happy, his smile can light up the fucking world. You can see eternity in his eyes, and everything seems like it’ll be okay, even if just for the moment we’re in.
Yolanda Olson is a USA Today Bestselling and award-winning author. Born and raised in Bridgeport, CT where she currently resides, she usually spends her time watching her favorite channel, Investigation Discovery. Occasionally, she takes a break to write books and test the limits of her mind. Also an avid horror movie fan, she likes to incorporate dark elements into the majority of her books.
Prillon warrior Thomar Arcas is the royal heir to his ancestor’s legacy of dishonor, betrayal and death. When he was captured by the Hive, some on his home world cheered. Some sighed with relief. None shed a tear.
Thomar, along with his second, Varin, break free and destroy an enemy base, barely escaping with their lives. They transport to The Colony, the last refuge for contaminated males. Upon arrival they suffer in agony, their cyborg implants fighting for control of the powerful warriors.
Defeat is not in their blood. Not in their history. Not in their souls. Unable to sever their ties to the Hive implants, and suffering unrelenting pain, the warriors are about to choose an honorable death over further disgrace; until they are matched to a human female from Earth who very much needs their broken pieces to make herself whole. A female whom they crave with an intensity that just might pull them back from the brink of death.
Danika Gray left Earth to start a new life. With every touch, every kiss, every moment in their arms she finds herself closer to the paradise she seeks. But how can she free her new mates from endless torment? Fight an enemy she cannot see?
Love and passion are her only weapons. Lust. Desire. She must surrender everything she is —give in to their insatiable hunger—in order to save them.
“Do you accept my claim, mate? Do you give yourself freely, to me and my second, or do you wish to choose another primary male?”
Ummm, no? I wanted to tell this man, whoever he was, that I had no intention of accepting his claim on anything, but the body I seemed to be occupying shivered with need at the deep timbre of his voice, my—her—core throbbed, wet with welcome.
“Yes. Yes, I accept your claim, warriors.” The voice wasn’t mine, but I felt what she was feeling. Achy. Empty, Desperate.
Loved. Adored.
Safe.
That was not me. I had felt nothing similar in more years than I cared to count.
“Hurry,” I—she whispered.
From behind me, a second male voice murmured into my ear. “So greedy, little mate.”
I had no idea what was happening, but I knew the sound of promise in the male’s voice. So did this body. A soft moan escaped from my-her throat as his hands moved from my hips to cup my breasts.
I sat on his lap. Content to be there.
Was that another man behind me?
Oh, god. Yes. It was.
I should have been shocked. Instead, raw lust flooded me and I somehow knew there were two lovers. Two males. Both mine.
“Close your eyes. Lift your arms above your head. Lean back. Wrap them around me and don’t let go.” That voice whispered in my ear again, the command one I was eager to follow.
I did as instructed, my chest thrust forward, my back arched.
“Do not move without permission, mate.”
I tried to open my eyes, but the thought carried no weight as my body was not obeying my commands, but hers. Whoever she was. She kept her eyes closed and I knew it was because her second—whatever that meant—had ordered her not to open them and she wanted to please him. Wanted the pleasure she knew cooperation would award her. Desperately.
Grace Goodwin is a USA Today and international bestselling author of Sci-Fi and Paranormal romance with nearly one million books sold. Grace’s titles are available worldwide in multiple languages in ebook, print and audio formats. Two best friends, one left-brained, the other right-brained, make up the award-winning writing duo that is Grace Goodwin. They are both mothers, escape room enthusiasts, avid readers and intrepid defenders of their preferred beverages. (There may or may not be an ongoing tea vs. coffee war occurring during their daily communications.) Grace loves to hear from readers.
