The past two years with Cat have been incredible. She’s everything I ever wanted and I have the perfect proposal planned. But with an unexpected storm, Cat receiving upsetting news, and my ex-girlfriend working at the hotel we’re staying at, will my romantic proposal be doomed?
Jeremy and Cat can be found in C.L. Collier’s What I Never Knew Series. Jeremy is Chris’s younger brother, and Cat’s the girl who tried to cause problems for Amanda and Dax. “Weekend Proposal” will explain how Cat turned her life around, and how she and Jeremy ended up together.
C.L. Collier lives in the beautiful Pacific Northwest. She was raised in the Seattle area, and although she lives closer to Portland, Oregon now, she frequently visits the hometown she loves. When she’s not writing, you can find her reading, watching her favorite sports teams, spending time with her family, or going to concerts. She likes her music loud, wine and coffee sweet, and her books steamy.
Paradise Atlantis: The underwater, high tech vacation destination where utopia awaits.
Not for Sam. Not only is she deathly afraid of being submerged under millions of tons of ocean water, she’s stuck for an entire month with the people she blames for her family falling apart. Even with the unexpected attention of two sexy men, including her longtime celebrity infatuation, Sam is sure the trip will be a nightmare.
She’s both right and wrong. A type of pressure sickness she was unprepared for hits Sam hard, causing both lowered inhibitions and blackouts. When she gives in to her desires, a passionate romance blossoms.
Unfortunately, even this steamy new relationship can’t salvage the trip when a saboteur uses the AI to commit murder – murder timed perfectly with Sam’s mysterious blackouts. Now Sam must clear her conscience by finding the truth. But is she prepared for what she’ll find? Because either she’s a killer or she’s setting herself up to be next on the growing list of victims.
“Gayle transports readers to an underwater utopia in Love at 20,000 Leagues… Devoted paranormal and sci-fi romance fans will enjoy the futuristic setting.” – Publisher’s Weekly
“I guess this is my stop,” I said, hesitating at the threshold.
“Mine too.” Mason joined me, letting the doors slide shut behind him.
“What are you doing on the sixth floor?” I was flattered if this was his way of trying to have some more time with me.
“I wish I was hanging out with you.” He leaned close, seeming to read my mind. “Unfortunately, my dear mother has asked me to investigate a lead on the resident vandal.”
“On my floor?” I asked, curious.
“It wasn’t you, was it?” He grinned. “Personally, I think you taking a stand against my mother would be quite sexy.”
“Hate to ruin your daydream, but I was locked safely in my room last night. What have you found out so far?” I had to admit, curiosity was starting to get to me.
“That’s need-to-know.” Mason raised a hand in a Boy Scout gesture.
“What if I need to know?” I asked, stepping in close. “I can be rather convincing.”
“Do demonstrate.” Mason quirked his mouth up in the corner, and I imagined tasting those lips. “I’m not beyond bribery.”
I cleared my throat. “What exactly do you have in mind?”
“Well, you already promised me dinner this evening. What say we trade classified information for another date tomorrow? I’d say it’s a fair arrangement.” Mason’s smile nearly blinded me as sparks flew to all the right parts of my body.
I pretended to think about his offer, tilting my head and tapping my chin. “I suppose it would be acceptable. Why don’t you come in to my room, so we can talk?” Talking isn’t all I wanted to do with him.
I led the way inside my quarters to the white sofa. I sat on one end, giving Mason his choice, and crossed my legs as casually as possible.
Without hesitation, he planted himself right beside me. He wrapped one arm over the back of the cushion and tilted his body so he could face me.
“Sometime last night around two in the morning, as far as we can tell, someone took a can of spray paint and left a message at the base of the Poseidon statue.” Mason watched carefully for my reaction, I suppose knowing it was my mother’s artwork. But I needed more information to truly process this on top of everything else that had happened. Was it possible to be so overrun with emotion that at some point there wasn’t room for any more?
“What sort of message?” I asked.
Mason coughed, but it didn’t cover his laugh. “Down with the bitch. Your reign is near an end.”
“A threat against your mom?” I asked, unsure who else it could’ve meant. “Aren’t you worried?”
“Nah. You don’t get to where my mother is without making a few enemies. And let’s face it, they pegged her just right.” When he saw my face, he added, “Don’t worry, I’m sure it’s harmless. We did background checks on everyone before inviting them down here. She gets empty threats like this all the time.”
That hardly made me feel better. Who would have done that while trapped down here with her? “So…why this floor?”
Mason furrowed his brow, seeming uncomfortable. “The security footage around the area blacked out for an hour, but so did the footage all the way back to Mermaid’s Cove.”
“Let me guess. The sixth floor went out too.”
“Yep.” Mason leaned forward.
“You can’t seriously believe the person who did this is really on this floor.” I snorted.
Mason straightened in his seat. “I think it’s pretty obvious that’s precisely where they are.”
“It’s too obvious. I mean, if someone had the ability to get through your security system, why would they be stupid enough to leave you a trail right to them?”
Mason’s face blanked and then slowly broke into a smile. “Maybe we should put you in charge of the investigation.”
“Leave me out of it,” I said. “I mean yeah, I’m pissed that someone took it out on my mom’s statue, but it’s not like that’s common knowledge, so curiosity is as far as I get with this investigation. Feel free to run things by me though.”
“I’ll take you up on that. You can be my secret weapon. Of course, if you demand payment, I’m not sure what more I have to offer.” His voice lowered, sending tingles of anticipation down to my toes as he leaned in. My heart thumped as those luscious lips finally met mine. I’d dreamed of this moment since I was twelve, and it didn’t disappoint. His tongue slipped inside my parted mouth, gently probing my own, and my entire body responded. A moan escaped from somewhere deep in my throat as his hands slid beneath my shirt, running up the sides of my ribcage.
Lizzy Gayle loves paranormal so much, she lives it. She is both an author and a psychic. Between mothering her three kids, attempting to understand her rocket scientist husband, and consistently attempting to declutter her home (that she is convinced is a secret portal to a clutter-creating dimension), she does her best to use her creative gifts and share them with you. Lizzy is a people person so if you contact her, it will make her very happy and she will likely answer while possibly including pictures of her bunnies and/or bird.
I lean forward and take a deep breath through my nose of the sweet smell of peaches, strawberry, and a hint of coconut. Her hair is intoxicating. Simone pauses whatever she was writing and looks sideways at me.
I still.
Shit, did she realize I was sniffing her?
Her brow rises, questioning if I was doing what she thought I was doing.
I shrug and sit up.
Does she still squirm when she’s tickled?
I reach forward and tickle her ribs. Simone falls back on the bed. Her voice screeches as she giggles, her body wiggling like a worm underneath me.
“Stop, Ryan… Oh, my gosh… Stop.” She slaps me on the back.
Hovering above her, I continue tickling her sides and stomach.
“I can’t… Ryan…” she says through laughter, thrashing around, water running out of her eyes.
This feels good; this feels familiar, like old times.
My bedroom door swings open, and Mom walks in uninvited. One of her events must have canceled, or maybe she is on her way out. She stands in the doorway looking like a Stepford wife clone dressed in a wide leg navy pant suit, her sun-kissed hair twisted up in her classic bun. Her face is tight from the copious amounts of fillers.
Scarlett Se Leva writes unexpected, steamy, suspenseful romance.
When Scar isn’t busy penning her next book, you can find her with her family watching movies, drinking wine, curled up in a corner with a book or running after her three daughters.
Sparks fly when Elairie, a mixed-blood elf living on the edge of society and serving as a night guard, meets her latest prisoner. Strange auras surround them, and a magical gravity draws her to him, despite what her associates might say about his race. But the connection they share comes with a dark side.
When Beluroan learns that he and his guard are Blessed Ones, hand-crafted by the Gods to stop a madman from recreating the Blood Magic of old, his veins run cold. Threatened with a return to the magical slavery such magic commands, fear grips him, and memories of his childhood Master fill his mind.
But together, their potential power frightens even the Gods. Can they overcome the prejudices marring their land and master their new magic in time to stop the man trying to enslave their country? Or will they succumb to their own power?
Filled with grit and magic, this literary romantic fantasy will take you on a ride.
I take another deep breath and turn to the lake. Water reaches up to Elairie’s waist. She looks back at me, glancing over her shoulder with a sweet smile playing on her lips, dancing in her eyes.
I sprint for the lake, kicking up a spray of water on entry. She squeals as it splatters over her, and I laugh, deep and hearty, a laugh I haven’t known for a long time.
A mischievous smile decorates her face, and she splashes back at me. For a few blissful moments, we forget everything and play at water wars. Just like all those couples I used to make fun of.
I didn’t get it.
I do now. She splashes me repeatedly, but one splash from me is bigger than five of hers.
I rush her, arms sliding around her waist, and tackle her. We go under for an instant, and when we come back up, her arms have wrapped themselves around me.
Peering through a wash of red hair, delighting in the sound of her laughter, I brush the loose strands of lilac from her eyes. She smooths my hair back, in turn.
Her eyes fall to my lips, and I tip my head, aching to accept any invitation she might extend. But she takes a deep breath, eyes darting toward the bank. Toward Geeran. Her gaze softens, but he isn’t looking. She looks back at me, and that mischievous glint returns to her eyes.
She really is worried about hurting him.
I nod, glad to just be near her.
She pulls back, managing only a pitiful attempt at a splash, and I completely drench her with one move. The sunlight slants through the air, casting warm yellow light over her, sparkling in every drop of water that clings to her skin.
My eyes wander over her. Two dark circles hide, just barely, beneath her soaked top, and I have to wonder if she really thought about this white shirt.
I pretend not to notice, but I’ve already lost the war. A massive wave of water surges forth and bowls me over. My knees buckle, and I topple backward.
Surfacing, brushing the hair from my face, I splutter, “What just happened?”
Elairie stares at me, openmouthed. She looks down at her hand, cups water in her palm, and lifts it. After only a moment’s concentration, the water in her hand swirls. Slowly, the miniature whirlwind rises, looking more like a tornado than a little pool of water.
A surge of wind comes out of nowhere, whipping the tiny vortex into the air and spinning it into individual drops that fly around us.
My jaw drops as the setting sun catches each droplet, sending out millions of rainbows. The air swirls and rushes at me, splashing the water droplets all over my face. Then, in an instant, it all dissipates.
I wipe my face and stare at Elairie.
Her eyes have yet to leave her open palm.
“That was amazing.” My words come out quiet, reverent. “How did you do that? How did you control it so fast?”
“I don’t know.” Finally, she looks up at me. “The wave was an accident, just like the vision…” She trails off with a shrug.
Clearing her throat, she says, “I felt the magic though. I felt the force in the wave, and I just thought, why not take hold of it? So, I did, I tried.” She smiles, incredulous. “And it worked.”
Can it really be that easy?
I know our willpower is all it comes down to anyway. That’s the basic gist of control for all our magic.
But it was so quick.
I look back up to the shore. Geeran sits by the fire, watching us, and I thank the Gods that we won’t have to explain this.
I look back at Elairie. “Can you try to do it again?”
She glances at her hands, then closes her eyes. Gradually, the air begins to spin around us, whipping the water into a frenzy. We stand in the eye of the storm, shielded from view of anyone beyond the vortex. Sunlight slants through water droplets, sending rainbows flashing about.
Elairie’s eyes spring open, lit up with joy, and she rises onto tiptoes to kiss me. Our lips meet softly, and her arms tangle around my neck. My arms slide easily around her waist, and I pull her close.
We fall deeper into the kiss, mouths dancing together. My hand slips down to her hip.
And all the swirling water falls around us.
We jump, startled by the noise of it.
Laughing, Elairie says, “I guess I wasn’t focusing enough.”
I’m a nerd with a lot of hobbies and enough sarcasm and swear words to make a sailor blush, though, you’ll never hear a word of it if I’m not comfortable around you. I’ve been an introvert since birth. When I’m writing, though, words come easily.
At the end of the day, I just want to write stories that make people feel something.
D.M. Davis’ Doctor Heartbreak is a second-chance, doctor-patient, heartbreaking romance of loss and unrealistic promises that threaten to keep Dani forever lonely and break the only organ Dr. Heartgrove doesn’t know how to fix.
I’m intimately familiar with the brain, but it’s the heart that’s giving me trouble.
I found her in a bar. Red hair and a rocking body teasing me with promises her eyes threaten to keep. She marked me without saying a word. Tattooed her name on my soul. One night was all we had. Come morning she was gone.
Eight months later, I find my redheaded temptress on my gurney, holding a little boy like he’s her lifeline. Turns out he’s her nephew, and the only promises she’s capable of keeping are those made to her dead sister.
We may have started out as a drunken romp, but I’ve no intention of letting that be all we are. I want more than one night. I want forever.
When Dani wakes up in the ER, the man of her fantasies staring down at her, can she find room for him among her family obligations, or will she run as fast as she can, living for others instead of herself?
Dani, my little runner, I’m coming for you. Hold tight, baby. It’s going to be a bumpy ride, one we’ll never forget, one we’ll tell our grandchildren about.
Make an appointment and be sure to arrive on time. The doctor will see you now…
As the newest doctor in the Eastport General Geriatric Physicians Group, Nathaniel “Nate” Longmire has more on his mind than just establishing himself with his new patients. The fact that he’s about to turn thirty and that he’s still single is more than a big deal to him.
So why can’t he find the perfect woman to satisfy his sudden urgency to start a family?
After all, he’s sexy, smart, and successful…
When Nate’s newest patient attempts to play matchmaker with his granddaughter, Nate knows he shouldn’t cross the line where his patients are concerned. But is it really that big of a deal? Especially since the two of them seem to hit it off. Or do they?
Murphy Anderson knows an attractive man when she sees one. But because she’s put up a wall from all the bad dates she’s been on over the last few years, she’s convinced they’re all the same. Or are they? Nate does seem different…
Afraid that he’s going to end up like all the rest, Murphy does her best to keep Nate at arms distance. When her grandfather takes a bad fall, she soon realizes there’s more to Nate than just a white coat and doctor title. He’s a genuine good person that’s all about attending to her needs and making her feel good too.
Doctor Feelgood has the cure for all that ails you…Be sure to pick up your prescription today!
Doctors of Eastport General is a brand-new Contemporary Romance series of stand-a-lone irresistible romances. Get ready for all the naughty nurses, dirty doctors, and patient shenanigans that take place in Eastport General.
Every hospital had at least one—a Dr. D—or the equivalent thereof. The thread which strung them into the same category was their absolute flawlessness. Gender varied from place to place, but at Eastport General the physician in question was a man:
Dr. Desmond Danielson had all the tools necessary for an evening of pure pleasure…
The suave demeanour.
The pearly white smile.
The full head of hair, nary a strand out of place. Not even a tornado could best his style.
He played sports.
He saved lives.
He won trophies and awards.
He was well-read, well-established, and in any clothes other than a medical coat with a stethoscope draped around his neck instead of a scarf, he would have appeared too young for the job. No one even truly knew his age. No one cared.
Everyone loved him. And, of course, he was hotter than the tropics on a blustery afternoon during the peak of summer.
There was only one problem: all that perfection only lasted for one night.
I celebrated my 21st birthday in style by losing my V-card to the hottest man I’ve ever met. But I didn’t realize how much trouble I would be in. How much my body would want him. With no room for romance in my life, I snuck out the next morning sure I’d never see him again.
But then my one-night stand shows up we’re I least expected him. He’s the new head of ER in my town where I’m a paramedic. And when Dr. Trouble sets his sights on me, he wants more than I can give. I can’t stretch myself that thin, not when I have younger siblings to care for and an addict brother to keep drug-free.
So what’s the good doctor do? He demands my submission. He demands my will and my body. But our hospital has a no-fraternization policy. What the hell am I going to do?
The doctor is ready to see you now. The paramedic is ready to treat you. Come hang out with the Doctors of Eastport General. Award-winning author E.M. Shue gives you a new erotic romance with the action you expect and love.
Title: Crow Author: Chiah Wilder Series: Night Rebels MC #9 Genre: Contemporary MC Romance
He didn’t know he needed her until she came into his life.
Crow is a Night Rebel, one of the largest MCs in Southern Colorado. A whiskey neat. A rumble of a Harley underneath him. A woman wet and ready for him. Those are his ideas of the good life.
He and relationships don’t mix, especially since the woman of his dreams rode off into the sunset with a rival MC member on his bike. The betrayal and hurt built a wall around his heart that he has no intention of breaking down.
The only women he wants in his life are the ones who know the score: fun without commitment. He likes the variety without the heartache.
Then he sees her and everything changes. Curves that won’t quit, long legs, and a defiant look in her big brown eyes. She’s pure temptation
Angie Morelli is stressed, overworked, and sick of everything, especially men. The man who professed undying love to her was caught with his pants down—literally—with one of her bridesmaids the morning of their wedding. Still reeling from the humiliation, she takes a job with the Housing Department in Alina, Colorado, a town far away from her past life.
When the rugged biker gets in her face when she’s just trying to do her job, she sees red. It’s too bad he’s handsome, rugged, and sexier than any man has the right to be.
Even though neither of them wants to admit it, an undeniable attraction sizzles between them. But she isn’t interested in getting her heart ripped to shreds, especially since she’s just now starting to heal from her pre-wedding disaster.
In addition to the arrogant, sexy biker turning her world upside down, there is a madman stalking and killing people. The residents of the housing project call him the shadow man, and they fear his powers, his strength, and his evil.
All of a sudden, Angie is in the midst of a terrifying nightmare, and no one can help her except the sexy biker with a colossal chip on his shoulder. Will Crow be able to gain her trust and put aside his bitterness to save her?
The Night Rebels MC series are standalone romance novels. This book describes the life and actions of a gritty outlaw motorcycle club. HEA. No cliffhangers.
Chiah Wilder is the author of the successful Insurgents MC series.
Chiah’s love of bad boys has inspired her Insurgents series. She loves an alpha male whose softer side is brought out by a passionate, spirited woman. Steamy, biker romances with rough, sexy bad boys are her guilty pleasure along with brownies, cheddar cheese, and movie marathons.
She is busy writing her next book in the series.
Chiah would love to hear from you. You can contact her at: chiahwilder@gmail.com
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Something needs to change if their marriage is going to work. But how far is too far?
To the outside world, Lia Dahl has it all. Her business is thriving. She has a gorgeous husband and great friends.
Jaxon Dahl is everything Lia had ever dreamed of. Successful, handsome, committed. Marriage should have been the answer to the life she’d always imagined. But three years in and unfortunately, it’s not all smooth sailing. Somewhere along the way, she got lost.
How has she allowed herself to become invisible in their relationship when she is so confident everywhere else? Well, no more.
It’s time for drastic action to get this marriage back on track. This will either be the jumpstart they need or the final nail in the coffin.
He rubbed his hand across his face and tilted his head up to the ceiling. “What a night.”
His face pinched with worry as he stood silently beside her.
“He’s going to be fine, Jax. The doctor said there shouldn’t be any residual damage to his heart and if he looked after himself, he’d be back to normal quickly.”
“Yeah, no, I know. He’s incredibly lucky,” he said absently. “If he’s smart and listens, it sounds like this won’t be anything more serious than a swift kick in the ass.”
They walked towards the car and got in. Jax drove in silence beside her. Damn it, she really should have gone into that hospital room with him. If he wasn’t worried about his dad’s recovery, then something had happened in that room because Jax was locked up tight.
She placed her hand on his thigh. “Talk to me, babe. What’s going on in that mind of yours?”
“Nothing really.” Jax’s hand tightened around the steering wheel as he kept his eyes focused on the road in front of him.
“Talk to me, Jax. I’m here for you and I want to help.”
He flicked a glance at her and forced a tight smile in her direction. “Thanks and I appreciate that more than you know.”
Lia leaned back in her seat and looked out the window. Times like these were so hard. Whenever it came to Jax’s family, he shut down. There was this part of him he never wanted to share with her. And it hurt. They were supposed to be a team, but how could they be when he wouldn’t let her in?
She closed her eyes to ease the tension in her body. This wasn’t about her. This was about Jax and what he needed. How he needed to process things. She kept running those words over and over in her mind on a loop. It just really hurt that when it came to situations like these, what he needed didn’t seem to need was her.
Jax pulled the car into the driveway, and they walked in silence into the house.
“Can I get you something to eat?” Lia asked.
“Nah, I’m just going to grab a shower and head to bed.”
“Do you want some company? I could join you in the shower.”
Jax smiled sadly at her. “Thanks, but let me wash this day off and I’ll be more myself when I get out.”
Lia walked over to him and hugged him. “You don’t have to be any particular way with me, Jax. However you are feeling is fine. You don’t always have to do the strong silent thing you know.”
“Thanks, my parents just always fuck with my head, and I need a minute to myself to let it go.” He kissed the top of her head. “Just let me grab and shower so I feel human again and we’ll go from there, okay?” “Of course.”
Lauren has always been a dreamer, weaving stories to keep herself entertained. Through her stories she can travel anywhere in the world and money is not an object. Now, who wouldn’t want that? Unfortunately, the demands of the real world pushed her dreams to the side for a while.
After talking to her children about going after what they wanted and not letting fear stand in their way, she realized she needed to lead by example and chase her own dreams. She enjoys going hiking, camping and paddleboarding with her husband and two daughters.
It started as a joke. After all, I’d never pretend to date a woman just to get my mom and sister off my back.
I would, however, pretend to date her to get her ex-husband off hers.
Now the two of us, the wilderness warrior and the wedding planner, are stuck sharing a very small tent. I had no idea how fast things would heat up in here, or how hard it would be to keep my hands—among other things—to myself.
I also didn’t guess how quickly the news of our “relationship” would spread to my big, nosy family.
We can’t “break up” yet, because she’s planning my brother’s wedding and I’m his best man. Through venue visits, DIY disasters, and Vegas trips, we’re thrown together, and the chemistry’s off-the-charts. But the kicker is, I feel like she gets me.
Maybe that’s what scares me the most. I’m still reeling from the loss of my wife, and she’s still hurting from her ex’s betrayal. There’s no way this can ever be real.
I’m about to holler out that all the camping trip attendees need to gather ’round when I notice Jessa looks absolutely fucking miserable.
Yup, I’m looking at her again.
She’s a few people away from me in the circle. Her head’s ducked and her body language screams that she wants to disappear. Which I don’t understand, because when we left the staging area, she was bummed that her friend was bailing, but still seemed basically game. I admired her spirit—a lot of people cancel when their friends bail out. But since then something has obviously killed her moxie.
I want to know what.
And for fuck’s sake, I don’t want to want that.
Even all hunched up, Jessa’s prettiness and presence unsettle me, and I’m hit with a strong memory of that night at the Love for Books literacy fundraiser when I looked up and saw her. She was standing across the room, smiling and talking, eyes bright, lips red, slim body just curvy enough under her long black gown to make my own body come to life.
It was uncomfortable, like the feeling when pins and needles come back into a numb limb.
I didn’t want it, or the tug I felt, the sharp desire to walk across the room and steal her attention away from whoever she was talking to.
I looked away from her and refused to look at her again.
And when she said hi to me at the food table a half hour later, I was a dick to her.
Non-redeemably.
I’m thinking about all that—Jessa smiling, talking, waking me up with her aliveness, and then how she froze when I blew her off at the food table—when I hear a voice say, “Hey, Jessa.”
I raise my head to see the couple that we had to stop for. He’s a white guy dressed in what Portland hipsters think people wear in the woods, and she looks like she just came from the gym, but that’s not what makes my blood freeze.
I know him.
How do I know him? I haven’t put it together yet.
“Hi, Reuben,” Jessa says, her voice small and tight.
Jessa knows him, too.
“I don’t think you two ever officially met,” Reuben says. “This is my girlfriend, Corinna.” He turns to the woman beside him. She’s pretty in that way that a lot of guys go for: blond, blue-eyed, busty, and polished. She’s just a little too plastic for my tastes.
Jessa, standing on Reuben’s other side, is a hell of a lot more beautiful. Not that anyone asked me.
I’m not the most emotionally savvy dude on the planet—after all, I spend a lot of my free time alone with a knife—but even I can tell that something seriously ugly is going on here. The two women haven’t stepped forward, not even a millimeter, to greet each other. Or even looked at each other, really. Jessa looks like she’d like the earth to swallow her. And I get the strong feeling I’m about to find out why.
Reuben turns to Corinna. “Jessa’s my ex-wife.”
Oh, shit.
That’s why Jessa’s mood flatlined. Because when Reuben and Corinna got on the bus, Jessa realized she was about to have to spend three days with her ex-husband and his new girlfriend. And if Amanda’s intel is sound, Reuben cheated on Jessa…
I don’t think you two ever officially met.
Oh, fuck. Could that guy be any more of a dick?
My hands ball into fists, and it takes everything I have not to bury one of them in his smug, asshole face.
“Nice to meet you.” Jessa’s voice is even smaller and tighter. And I’m not gonna lie, it hurts my chest to hear it. I know divorce isn’t the same as death, not by a long shot, but that woman is hurting, and I’m way too familiar with that feeling.
Reuben rocks back on one foot, his arms crossing. Now I remember him from one of our parties. He wore a jacket with elbow patches and black-rimmed glasses. No joke.
A smug look settles on his face. “Jessa. Are you here by yourself?”
Afterwards, I’d wish I’d just punched him, because it would have been smarter than what I do next. Propelled by a force stronger than good sense and a lot faster-acting, I take a step to the side.
“She’s with me.”
And I drop an arm around Jessa Olsen’s slim, warm shoulders.
Then I look up to discover my sister and brother staring at me like I’ve grown another head—
Which honestly, would have probably surprised all of us—me included—less.
USA Today bestselling author Serena Bell writes contemporary romance with heat, heart, and humor. A former journalist, Serena has always believed that everyone has an amazing story to tell if you listen carefully, and you can often find her scribbling in her tiny garret office, mainlining chocolate and bringing to life the tales in her head.
Serena’s books have earned many honors, including an RT Reviewers’ Choice Award, Apple Books Best Book of the Month, and Amazon Best Book of the Year for Romance.
When not writing, Serena loves to spend time with her college-sweetheart husband and two hilarious kiddos—all of whom are incredibly tolerant not just of Serena’s imaginary friends but also of how often she changes her hobbies and how passionately she embraces the new ones. These days, it’s stand-up paddle boarding, board-gaming, meditation, and long walks with good friends.
Once you become Untamed property, there is no way out.
Justine has it all, a great new house, the perfect boyfriend, but when she comes across a rugged man in leather, she starts having second thoughts about her perfect life.
Hangman hasn’t had it easy. Two children, with random women, and an ex-wife he drove away, but when a new beauty moves in down the street, he’ll do anything to own her.
Will Hangman finally get the girl and have it all? Or will he continue to make the same mistakes he always has and end up with nothing?
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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!
Title: Come True Author: Brindi Quinn Series: Come True #1 Genre: New Adult Paranormal Romance
A jaded girl. A persistent genie. A contest of souls.
Recent college graduate Dolly Jones has spent the last year stubbornly trying to atone for a mistake that cost her everything. She doesn’t go out, she doesn’t make new friends and she sure as hell doesn’t treat herself to things she hasn’t earned, but when her most recent thrift store purchase proves home to a hot, magical genie determined to draw out her darkest desires in exchange for a taste of her soul, Dolly’s restraint, and patience, will be put to the test.
Newbie genie Velis Reilhander will do anything to beat his older half-brothers in a soul-collecting contest that will determine the next heir to their family estate, even if it means coaxing desire out of the least palatable human he’s ever contracted. As a djinn from a ‘polluted’ bloodline, Velis knows what it’s like to work twice as hard as everyone else, and he won’t let anyone—not even Dolly f*cking Jones—stand in the way of his birthright. He just needs to figure out her heart’s greatest desire before his asshole brothers can get to her first.
COME TRUE: A BOMB-ASS GENIE ROMANCE is the romantic, fantastic second-coming-of-age story of two flawed twenty-somethings from different realms battling their inner demons, and each other, one wish at a time.
“The queen of world-building.” – Goodreads Reviewer
Brindi Quinn is a fantasy/paranormal author from Minnesota specializing in world-building and romance. She is an advocate of quirky love and firmly believes that banter makes the heart grow fonder.
Since 2011, Quinn has written over a dozen young adult and new adult novels beginning with her debut epic fantasy series, Heart of Farellah. Her works often blur the lines between paranormal romance, science fiction and fantasy, and her series have been hailed as unique, addictive reads by reviewers across platforms.
Quinn has a bachelor’s in general communication studies and is published through Never & Ever Publishing and Midnight Tide Publishing (forthcoming). She considers herself an avid fangirl, indulging heavily in video game lore and all things swoony.
Be sure to catch her upcoming new adult fantasy, Come True, set for publication by Midnight Tide Publishing spring 2022!
