Amphitrite has always lived in the shadows of her sisters, but the shadows are where she does her best work. Living two lives was always easy enough for the Goddess; from being a pirate ship captain chasing secrets instead of gold to an upstanding government official. She has worked alongside her spies and sirens for centuries, guarding both the sea and Halcyon.
But a war has started against the Titans, and the darkness taking over the sea is now more than she can handle alone.
West Murphy has been the golden heir all his life, making selfish choices and surrounding himself with disposable people. That was until the night an act of violence forever changed his life. Now, feeling betrayed by everyone he knows, he considers himself a hollow shell of a man with no true purpose.
Until a tsunami changes the tides of his fate forever.
Sirens and Leviathans is the second book in the Reign of Goddesses series.
Everything around West spun out of focus, Hera having light jumped them somewhere else.
An abrupt halt made his stomach turn, and he attempted to steady himself and his queasy stomach. A soft set of giggles had him standing to see where they had ended up.
A large, all white room with floor to ceiling windows looking out over Halcyon. Long strings of varying color hung from the walls. Three women sat in front of them: an elderly woman, a middle-aged woman, and a young woman. His mind put it all together.
The Fates. The Moirai, if they were to settle into the form of a singular sister that alternated between ages in a small space of time.
The young woman clapped her hands at the sight of them.
The Goddesses did not return her enthusiasm.
Persephone spoke first. āThe sea is not getting better, even with two Titans and its Goddess,ā she said.
āAnd for once, make yourself useful with something that actually makes sense. I am not above retiring you from the mortal realm,ā Hera seethed, stepping in front of the group to face off against the Fates.
West observed carefully from where he stood between his father and Amphitrite, who swayed against him. He moved his arm around her shoulders to hold her firmly against his side. He was drained, but he needed to stay strong for her.
He could tell his father was drained as well by the way he leaned against the wall.
In fact, they all looked worn, even Persephone and Devon, who stood on Amphitriteās other side.
āYour power is great but will not cure the water,ā the young one sang out.
He was sure he heard someone grinding their teeth.
āOkay, letās make this simple, since that is all you are capable of,ā Hera growled. āWhat will cure the water?ā
āItās a bandage, but the infection is strong,ā the middle-aged one told her.
āThe rot is here and only when it is cut from the mortal plane will the water heal!ā the oldest one yelled, a bit too loud for the room.
āWhat. Is. The. Rot. You. Old. Hags!ā Hera seethed through her teeth. The room was suddenly way hotter than it had been when they first arrived.
All three of the women looked at West.
āMe? How?ā he asked as the Goddesses all looked at him as well.
āNot you as you.ā
āBut who you could be.ā
āDetermines if the rot can spread.ā
āOr if it will die.ā
His eyebrows rose into his hairline. Who he could be? He suddenly understood why Hera was ready to tear into them as soon as they arrived.
āWhat does that mean? Who will I be?ā he asked, looking at the others helplessly. He was begging for some clue he wasnāt the enemy in this story.
āYour story is twisty and cannot be told. There are paths to take that can lead to the demise and ruin of those who walk our plane, or you can bring to life those believed lost.ā
He clenched his fists, his own temper rising.
āCut the crap!ā he snapped. Amphitrite started at the volume, jostling slightly at his side. He heard a clap of approval, probably from Hera. āTell me how I can fix the sea, then, if it all lands on me!ā
C.D. Britt began her writing journey when her husband told her she needed to use her excessive imagination to write stories as opposed to creating a daily narrative for him. Ever since she penned her first words, life has been a lot more peaceful for him.
She currently resides in Texas where she has yet to adapt to the heat. Her husband thrives in it, so unfortunately they will not be relocating to colder climates anytime soon.
Their two young children would honestly complain either way.
When she is not in her writing cave (hiding from the sun), she enjoys ignoring the world as much as her children will allow with a good book, music, and vast amounts of coffee (until itās time for wine).
C.D. Britt is the author of Shadows and Vines and the upcoming book, Sirens and Leviathans.
Both books are part of the Reign of Goddesses series.
Running the Spark House, a hotel/event space that has been in her family for years, has been Avery Sparkās lifelong dream. After years of working hard and making personal sacrifices, Avery and her two younger sisters have turned the Spark House into the premier destination in Colorado Springs. Avery is living her best lifeāshe works with her sisters and loves every minute of it, she has a great group of friends, and she lives in a fantastic condo with her best friend Declan. She might not have any love in her life, but she’s happy.
But everything comes to a screeching halt when Avery is in a car accident, leaving her immobile for weeks. After nearly losing Avery, Declan insists that he will be the one to take care of her while she recovers. However, as Declan becomes Averyās caretaker, lines begin to blur.
Avery and Declan have been best friends since college and always had an attraction to one another, but when she ended up dating his best friend, Sam, they successfully stamped down any feelings they may have ever had for one another. Now, as Declan and Avery spend more time together, they each begin to wonder what wouldāve happened if she’d dated him instead of Sam. What starts as a friend helping out another friend turns into foreplay and, before they realize it, they recognize how deeply they care for one another. But when things get serious their past threatens to destroy everything they have built.
When Sparks Fly by Helena Hunting is a light-hearted and fun-filled romance that hides some surprisingly deep moments. Avery is the sporty, athletic, always on the run kind of girl – so when a car accident takes her out of commission, it’s quite a blow. And emotionally, her sisters are also hit emotionally as their parents died in a car accident years ago.
Avery’s roommate and long-time friend, Declan, volunteers to help take care of Avery as she recovers. What no one really expects is for them to realize they’ve fallen for each other. And it’s not a good time for that to happen. Both are dealing with some pretty heavy emotional burdens that sabotage their budding relationship every step of the way. Some of Declan’s threw out some red flag alerts for me, but don’t worry, the author does a great job confronting those and not just letting them slip around without resolution.
There are a lot of hilarious scenes that definitely balance out the more serious scenes and brought the story back into the feel-good romcom territory. The relationship between Avery and her sisters made me wish I wasn’t an only child. They are everything to each other and are perfect at annoying each other and lifting each other up at the same time. Declan’s tenderness with Avery after her accident really showcases how much he cares for her (just hadn’t realized it yet), and I was so excited to see them get a happily ever after.
L. Steele loves to tame alphaholes. She writes romance stories with possessive growly men who meet their match in sassy, curvy, spitfire women š She also writes dark sexy paranormal romance as NY Times bestseller Laxmi Hariharan.
Married to a man who cooks as well as he talks. She lives in London.
Scott survived hell serving his country. After more than two decades of service, the man honorably discharged from the army isnāt the same man who went in. Instead, heās angry, violent, guilt-ridden, and in agony. The only thing keeping him going is the brotherhood heās found in the Hellās Handlers MC. Until she shows up, ruining his safe space.
As Scott discovers the woman invading his universe isnāt who heād judged her to be, heās drawn to her with a power he canāt resist. But Oliviaās trip to Florida is fueled by a dark secret that might destroy their fragile connection before he can fully understand it.
Lilly Atlas is a contemporary romance author, proud Navy wife, and mother of two spunky girls. By day she works as a physical therapist for a hospital in Virginia. Lilly is an avid romance reader, and expects her Kindle to beg for mercy every time she downloads a new eBook. Thankfully, it hasnāt happened yet, and she can often be found absorbed in a good book.
I wasnāt prepared for herā¦ She just got me to pay three times as much as I wanted for a company Iāll buy and destroy.
She knows who I am. The bratva doesnāt scare her.
Intelligent, brave, and unstoppable.
Iāll make her mine.
She doesnāt know it yet, but weāre soulmates.
Iāll take her to her limits. Then give her all her heart desires.
The Bratva Darling is an interconnecting, standalone Dark Mafia Romance with a HEA and no cliffhanger. It contains extra-steamy scenes that will make your toes curl and your granny blush. This is book one in The Ivankov Brotherhood, a six-book series thatāll keep you warm at night.
Sabine Barclay, a nom de plume also writing Historical Romance as Celeste Barclay, lives near the Southern California coast with herĀ husband and sons. Growing up in the Midwest, Sabine enjoyed spending as much time in and on the water as she could. Now she livesĀ near the beach. She’s an avid swimmer, a hopeful future surfer, and a former rower. Before becoming a full-time author, Sabine was aĀ Social Studies and English teacher. She holds degrees in International Affairs (BA), Secondary Social Science (MAT), and PoliticalĀ Management (MPS). She channels that knowledge into creating engrossing contemporary romances that will make your toes curl and yourĀ granny blush.
She’s his nemesis … his secret obsession … and the only woman who can incinerate his life …
Guitarist Richard Mac is a control freak, whether heās working on a new album or using his custom leather toys in the bedroom. When āHurricaneā Natasha storms back into his life, he risks everything to claim her. But he canāt risk losing control and letting her guess his darkest secret ā¦ that sheās the one woman heās always wanted and could never have ā¦
She blinked at him. āSince when do you allow a woman to take charge?ā
āI donāt.ā His simple admission made her light-headed. A keen, giddy ache blossomed deep in her chest.
Hardly believing her own daring, Natasha caressed his cheek. He stood motionless as she traced her fingers along his jaw, savoring the scrape of his stubble, the fine-grained heat of his skin. In the clouded dark, his expression was unreadable. But she felt a low quiver run through him as she stroked his brow.
āImpossible man.ā Inexplicably, her eyes stung. I want to hate you. But I donāt. Not even a little bit. How insane is that?
Her heart was thrumming in her chest as she brushed her lips across his. He tasted of cinnamon and whiskey. She kissed him hungrily, sucking on his tongue, nipping at his lower lip when he might have pulled back.
He cupped the back of her head, holding her captive as he deepened the kiss. His other hand caressed her neck, the line of her collarbone. He was solid heat, hard muscle, pressing against her from her breasts to her hips.
Scorching, sweet, he explored her mouth, his hand curled around her nape. He kissed her thoroughly, as if learning her. His teeth grazed her lower lip before he soothed his tongue across it. His fingers sifted through her hair.
It was heady, glorious, and yet ā¦ it wasnāt enough. She grabbed his T-shirt to tug him closer.
āNo,ā he growled into her mouth. āHands on the car or Iāll stop.ā
She splayed her hands on the car door. Once more, he claimed her lips, devastating her with each glide of lips, each flick of tongue, stealing every panted breath. She fought a need to haul him closer. Couldnāt touch him. Heād ordered her to stay still.
He pressed her into the side of the SUV, one hand gripping her hip, the other tangled in her hair. Trapped. Helpless. And yet, if she said the safe word, she knew heād stop. No questions. No pressuring her into anything. He might be a bastard. But he was a man of his word.
She leaned into him, gasping as her sensitized breasts brushed his chest.
His fingers teased the strip of bare flesh between her bustier and jeans, his thumb trailing toward her navel.
Nadia Blair writes steamy contemporary romance featuring outrageous bad boys and gutsy girls who give as good as they get. She has a thing for snappy dialog, humorous situations, and swoon-worthy happily-ever-afters.
When she’s not having conversations with fictional people, she enjoys summer thunderstorms, top-shelf whiskey, and rockin’ out to a classic guitar solo.
There are no guarantees in life- not for any of us.
Wall Street Journal and USA Today Best Seller L. Wilder brings you a new addition to the Ruthless Sinners series.
I had one rule…
One non-negotiable demand.
It seemed simple enough.
But, nothing about Raelyn was simple.
She was complicated beyond reason.
Impulsive.
Reckless.
A rule breaker.
She tested every limitāespecially mine.
She was the kind of woman my brothers warned me about…
But that only made me want her more.
Lynch’s Rule is a standalone MC romance with no cliffhanger and NO CHEATING. These sexy bikers are foul-mouthed, possessive alphas who will do whatever it takes to protect the women they love. Enjoy the ride!
Wall Street Journal and USA Today Best Seller, L. Wilder, writes about hot, alpha men and the women who love them. She currently has six series available for readers: The Devil Chaser’s MC, Satan’s Fury MC, Satan’s Fury MC-Memphis, the Redemption Series, the Happy Endings Collection, and the Ruthless Sinners MC. If you’re looking for a book that will keep you on the edge of your seat and have you smiling like a school girl at the end, L. Wilder is the author for you.
A successful musician in an indie rock band, Evan Spencer takes the summer off and returns home to Cinnamon Bay, hoping the R&R will inspire him to write some new songs. He never expected to run into Juliet Clarkson on his first day back in The Bay. The Juliet he remembers was a paint-and-clay-covered kid with braces and frizzy hair. Now sheās a successful potter, and the most compelling woman heās ever seen.
Juliet Clarkson has been in love with Evan ā¦ well, forever. She pined for years over the soulful-voiced best friend of her older brother. Swooned when she heard his guitar. Dreamed of him noticing her one day. And when that day happens, Juliet doesnāt know if sheās still dreaming, or if all her dreams are finally coming true.
But when tragedy strikes close to both their families, Evan is forced to give up his carefree summer in Cinnamon Bay and be the stand-up guy that an orphaned baby needs. Good thing Juliet is there to help. Sparks fly instantly, and soon their romance is real, all-consumingāand people are talking wedding bells.
But when the opportunity of a lifetime comes knocking, offering him and his band the fame theyād always dreamed of, he has to make a decision. Which is the dream come trueāthe life onstage he and his band know best? Or the unexpected new life heās building in Cinnamon Bay with Juliet?
After the shock wore off and the electricity in her limbs started to settle, along with her rapidly beating heart, she lifted her head to find the rock star of her dreams standing there behind the counter with a very cocky grin on his face.
She rolled her eyes, but her heart rate only picked up again. āYouāre on my playlist.ā
āI feel like the innuendo is just right there, but I canāt figure out how to spin it.ā He stepped closer, his eyes taking in every inch of her. Every clay-covered inch of her.
āIām too tired to think of one.ā She already knew that her hair was coming out of the pencil she held it up with. Sheād been tucking and blowing the strands off her face since they werenāt quite long enough to stay tucked behind her ears.
She hadnāt bothered with makeup besides a little mascara, and that was probably falling under her eyes by now since sheād been wearing it for nearly fourteen hours.
āIāve never seen you in action,ā he said softly. āNever seen the artist at work.ā
She rolled her eyes. āWell, stand back because the clay tends to fly.ā
āWas there a scene about this in a movie?ā he asked, not taking a step back but rather several steps forward.
She eased her foot on the pedal, and the wheel slowed down and eventually stopped.
āThere is.ā She jerked her head toward the bathroom. āGhost with Demi Moore, Patrick Swayze and Whoopi Goldberg.ā Her brows pinched. āHow do you notāā But she stopped herself when his expression turned coy. āYou knew. You were just teasing me.ā
His smile made her insides get all tingly. āI might be Oblivious Evan, but Iām not an idiot.ā
Her cheeks grew warm, but that didnāt keep her from grinning at him. He was right behind her now. She had to tilt her head up to look at him. His gentle, sexy brown eyes bored right into her, turning her into a puddle.
āMy mom came over to watch Hope for a bit,ā he said, grabbing a stool and setting it right behind her, sitting down and leaning against her back. The heat of him and the way his legs bracketed hers was enough to make every one of her synapses fire at the same time.
This was literally her ultimate fantasy.
Not only had she watched Ghost more times than any preteen ever should, but she had fantasized about Evan Swayzeing her also probably more than she ever should have. Probably more than was healthy.
Normally, she felt really close to her mom when she was working on the wheel, but she was really hoping her mom had decided to go for a walk along the beach or The Boardwalk right about now.
He was wearing a fitted black T-shirt with a slight V-neck that had made her jaw drop and her mouth pool with saliva when he put it on this morning.
His fingers started at her elbows and slowly moved along her arms until his big hands covered her clay-caked ones. āShow me how to do it,ā he said, his breath warm against her ear.
She smiled and pushed her foot down on the pedal just enough for the wheel to start spinning slowly.
Just like sheād imagined it, just like in the movie, his fingers slid through hers, both of them now covered in clay just like hers.
Sheād centered the piece. Now it was time to start shaping it.
āWhat are you making?ā he asked, kissing her neck.
āI didnāt have a plan,ā she said. āSometimes I just sit down at the wheel and let the muse find me.ā
āMmmm,ā he hummed. āIām the same way with the guitar.ā
āYou were working on something when I left ā¦ā She guided their hands up a little, then together they stuck two fingers each, his on top of hers, into the center of the clay and began to press out.
The eroticism, the symbolism of what they were doing with their fingers and how it all looked and felt was not lost on her in the least.
Pottery could be extremely erotic. Everything was done with the hands; everything was wet and smooth and involved pressing down with your fingers. Sheād certainly found herself aroused on more than one occasion watching a pottery video, even when the view was of just the personās hands.
A Canadian West Coast baby born and raised, Whitley is married to her high school sweetheart, and together they have two beautiful daughters and a fluffy dog. She spends her days making food that gets thrown on the floor, vacuuming Cheerios out from under the couch and making sure that the dog food doesn’t end up in the air conditioner. But when nap time comes, and it’s not quite wine o’clock, Whitley sits down, avoids the pile of laundry on the couch, and writes.
A lover of all things decadent; wine, cheese, chocolate and spicy erotic romance, Whitley brings the humorous side of sex, the ridiculous side of relationships and the suspense of everyday life into her stories. With single dads, firefighters, Navy SEALs, mommy wars, body issues, threesomes, bondage and role-playing, Whitleyās books have all the funny and fabulously filthy words you could hope for.
Title: Rage Untamed Author: Dawn Martens Series: Untamed MC #2 Genre: Contemporary MC Romance
Once You become Untamed property, there is no way out.
Jennifer has been used and abused her entire life, and now she is owned by the Untamed Mc. Sheās resisted Rageās charms every chance she could but now, her time has run out. Rage is claiming her as his old lady and she doesnāt get a say in it.
Rage has wanted Jennifer since the moment he laid eyes on her, and now he finally has her as his. But will she stay his? If he has a say in it, yes, forever.
**This Author has been deemed ‘unsafe’. Please back away from this author’s books if certain topics are triggers or an issue for you.**
Dawn Martens is a young, spunky Canadian Author. Being a wife, a mother to three beautiful little girls, and of course, best friend to fellow author Glenna Maynard, hasn’t stopped this Canadian Firecracker from pursuing her dreams of becoming a writer!
Dawn’s number one passion in life is the written word, and she’s extremely thankful that she has the ability to share the ramblings from the characters inside of her head with the rest of the world!
Harlow and Acyn are on their way to happily ever afterā¦
Or so they thought.
When their wedding is in jeopardy from outside forces and well-meaning family members, they decide to take matters into their own hands and escape to the Oregon coast.
Follow their journey from there to the Beginning of Forever.
A.E. Valdez discovered her passion for writing when she was given a journal by her 5th grade teacher and has been creating poetry, works of fiction, and gaming narratives ever since. As a child, she wanted to read more stories with people that looked like her. She loves all things romance, from heartbreak to happily ever afters. She pours her own heart and soul into the stories she brings to life. Causing readers to fall in, and sometimes out, of love alongside her characters. Amanda currently resides in the Pacific Northwest with her husband and their two sons. Most days you can find her sipping on an iced latte while she writes or enjoying time with her family.
