Title: The Cruiser Author: Rowan Rossler Series: The Hustlers #1 Genre: Contemporary Romance
Morgan de Rohan-Chabot is Monaco’s most notorious yacht designer. A maverick playboy with a reputation for leaving a trail of broken hearts in his wake. Young, talented, not to mention sexy AF, he’s also got a boatload of attitude.
In other words, he’s my perfect public relations challenge. So what if he’s trouble with a capital T? I’m a pro. Vandana Hillman: The Queen of Luxury PR. My life’s just blown up, I need a distraction, and Morgan wants me to join him on the glittering shores of Monaco to help him land a conservative Saudi Prince as a client.
An award-winning storyteller whipping up contemporary romance tales.
Every writer sprinkles their own brand of DNA magic into stories and my ingredients are: glamorous destinations, brilliant, sexy minds, and juicy plots with just the right amount of spice stirred in to kick things up a notch. If you like all of the above, it might be love at first bite!
Vancouver, Canada is my current home, although I consider myself a citizen of the world. Sharp-dressed men make my day, calla lilies are my favourite flower, and if you ever come to visit, there’s always champagne on ice.
In the Kingdom of Kaloma, women are forced to marry by the age of 26. It’s the law.
In the remote village of Sevens, at the northernmost point of the kingdom, there lives an impoverished family with four daughters and a son. Without the means to make love matches, the daughters are trapped by their circumstances.
When one daughter discovers a golden key deep in the Whitling Woods, it may have the power to change everything…
Auri Fareview, practical and realistic, does what she can to serve her family. When she finds a golden key that could be the answer she needs to save her sisters from the unjust Kaloma Marriage Laws, she discovers the treasure might be more than she bargained for. Enchanted, it doesn’t just come with a price attached, it’s also home to an imprisoned god, who wreaks havoc on her body, her heart, and her soul. And those aren’t practical matters. He has the power to break her.
Nixus Uraiahs has lost track of how long he’s been imprisoned by the spell on the key. There have been six key-keepers, all of whom have failed to break the spell to free him, and Nix knows he’s the reason why they haven’t. So, he will hold this 7th key-keeper accountable to the bargain of the spell: three wishes and a price for each. There’s no hope in her freeing him, however. Nix knows she’ll be like all the key-keepers who came before her. Except Auri approaches her wishes differently than any of the others, and Nix begins to see her as more than just a key-keeper. She intrigues him, proving her strength, surprising him, and enchanting him. Though he’s entrapped by the enchantment placed on the key, Nix realizes his heart is at risk of being captured by the seventh key-keeper. That is a risk he can’t afford to take knowing his villainy is just a single wish away.
Maci Aurora has been writing stories since she was a child. When she was eleven, she fell in love with reading Sunfire Historical Romances about girls who made a difference in their lives and still fell in love. In high school, a friend introduced her to Lavyrle Spencer and Judith McNaught, and from there, her writing journey was cemented in telling stories about love. Having already published many novels (all of which are threaded with romance as upper YA and New Adult titles) under the pen name, CL Walters, Maci Aurora wanted to write stories that offered the same attention to story and characters but with additional steam.
Maci writes in Hawaiʻi where she lives with her husband, their children, and their fur-babies.
Once upon a time there was an innocent girl…and a ruthless crime lord sworn to protect her.
Helina has spent most of her life alone, hidden away from the world for her own protection, with her stepbrother Gregori her only company. A man who consumes her every thought, filling her with dark, forbidden desires. When he comes to her with promises of forever, she’s ready to give herself to him and his darkness.
Gregori knew the moment Helina turned eighteen, she’d be his ruin. The protection he once offered her from his father is now his obsession. Gregori wants to own every part of her, leaving no chance for any other man to claim her heart.
Even with monsters lurking in the shadows, nothing will keep him from claiming Helina as his.
“I’ve seen the way you look at her. The way your eyes stare at her body as if it belongs to you.”
“I may have looked, but I never touched her.” He lifts his chin in defiance as I come to a stop in front of him and laugh.
“I considered letting you off easy, ending the pain and suffering you’ve been enduring the last few hours, if you confessed…” My voice trails off as I grab his hand tightly in mine, sliding the cigar cutter up his finger, stopping just above the knuckle. Closing it just enough for him to feel the bite of the blade against his skin. “But you continue to lie,” I say with a smile as I close the blade, his screams of pain echoing throughout the room.
I want to rip him apart piece by piece, making him pay for even thinking that he could touch her. That he was worthy of her attention, let alone affection. Helina is mine to protect in any way I see fit, and his mistake is going to cost him his life.
“Helina is not to be touched. If anyone so much as looks at her, you’ll pay with your life.” I slide the cutter up the next finger, this time going all the way to the base. “As well as the lives of every person you’ve ever known.”
“Please…” he stammers, his gaze flicking between the cutter and mine. “I never touched her. I’ve looked—she’s beautiful—but I never would have imagined crossing that line.”
“I understand now,” I say with a forced smile, pulling the cutter off his finger completely and standing to my full height. “You didn’t plan on it, but you’re only human. Eventually, your baser needs would have overtaken your reason.”
Reminders of my fight to stay away from her, protecting her innocence from the darkness lurking inside my heart. I’ve gone through every step of self-hatred as my need to own her has slowly taken over.
With each passing day, jealousy beyond anything I’d ever imagined courses through my body each time she mentions anyone but me. I want to own every part of her. To be the center of her universe, as she is mine.
But she’s my sister, not biologically but in name, and she will be for her entire life. These feelings are forbidden, and I’m a stronger man than this. I’ll continue to struggle to keep my growing feelings for her locked in the depths of my heart, never allowing them to taint her innocence with my darkness. She is the light in the world, the one thing I promised to protect from monsters like my father, not become one myself.
“Thank you for understanding,” he says, and his entire body sags in relief as I motion for Dimitri to come closer.
No one touches what’s mine and gets away with it, whether I’m ready to admit it or not. I may not have Helina the way my heart desires, but no one else will have her. “I understand more than you know, and that is why you have to die.”
Alexa Jordan is a slightly twisted dark romance author who writes dirty talking, possessive, morally gray alpha men. She’s been published for years, but has finally given into her darker side.
Alexa is an avid reader who believes that love is love, being called a good girl is the best, and everything should be put off for a good book.
Billionaire Harrison Avery always gets what he wants, and as soon as he sees Siena Butler, he’s desperate to have her. Too bad Siena has sworn off all men, especially gorgeous arrogant ones. She wouldn’t date the sexy rich boy for even a million dollars, which is exactly what he offers her.
Harrison never meant to offend the beautiful beach shop cashier when he gave her a million-dollar check. He was just trying to get her attention. How could he have known that Siena was fed up with men and would use the check to try and ruin him.
When Harrison buys up the beach shop where Siena works to pay her back, her opinion of him isn’t improved. But the more time she spends with her new boss the harder it is to keep hating him.
Siena soon realizes that she can only resist the billionaire’s charm for so long. What harm could there be to let herself indulge in just one steamy night with the playboy?
“Look, because of this stupid misunderstanding between us, my entire business is on the line. My name. My legacy. My actual damn job. Not to mention that there are hundreds of employees who could lose their jobs if a merger doesn’t happen soon. If nothing else, do it for them, not me! They’re just normal people with families, trying to make ends meet.”
Damn him for trying to turn this around on me. “How dare you come in here and try to make me feel like the bad guy, you self-entitled asshole!”
“You don’t know anything about me!” he exclaims.
“I know you’re a rich, entitled jerk who always gets whatever he wants when he wants it, which is apparently why you refuse to take no for an answer from me!”
“The check wasn’t me trying to buy sex! It was supposed to be like a big tip, you know like generous celebrities sometimes leave for waitresses,” he explains.
“I’m not a waitress!”
“I know that!” he shouts indignantly. “I’m just saying that’s how it was meant. Did I think it would help you change your mind about coming over last night? Yes. But there were no strings attached. You can still cash it.”
“No, I don’t want your money!” I tell him. Reaching into my shoulder bag, I find the check, ball it up and hit him in the chest with it before it falls to the floor.
He stares at me with his jaw gaping for several silent seconds, and then he chuckles. “You’re in the process of ruining my entire fucking life, and all I can think about standing here looking at you is that maybe my demise would be worth it just to spend a few more minutes arguing with you. How stupid is that?”
“Pretty damn stupid,” I agree, lowering my eyes and running my fingertip absently over the peeling edge of the counter to avoid looking at his confusing, handsome face.
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Lane Hart has more than forty steamy stories currently available on Amazon. Sign up for her newsletter to receive updates on new releases and free promotions by copying and pasting this link into your web browser: http://bit.ly/LHDBWNewsletter
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In October 2015, the paranormal romance anthology Wicked After Dark, including her standalone, Let Him Reign, hit #13 on the New York Times bestseller list. Since then she’s been climbing the Amazon charts with hot new releases. So whether you’re looking for MMA superstars, hot cops, arrogant football players, sweet millionaires, or romantic weddings, there’s a little bit of something for everyone.
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I had the perfect life until tragedy struck, turning my world upside down.
Now I’m focused on picking up the pieces and starting over.
Easier said than done, right?
The last thing I needed was the lingering stare from the sexy-as-sin homicide detective. And those soft touches, making me feel things I wasn’t ready for.
I tried to keep things casual, but lines started to blur, and instead of pushing him away, I found myself pulling him closer.
I wanted to pretend that his kisses weren’t bringing me back to life. I tried to hide the smile that would break out whenever he entered a room.
I convinced myself that nothing was happening because he was the type of man a woman like me tried to avoid…. sexy, charming, and way too confident for his own good.
Losing my first love almost destroyed me. I wouldn’t survive it a second time.
So, when the unexpected happened, and our relationship was put to the test, I found my newly built life hanging in the balance.
And it might just turn out to be more complicated than I can handle.
Perhaps I should have listened to that little voice in my head after all.
He told me I could have whatever I want, but why does the one I want have to be the one I can’t have?
S. Jones is a contemporary romance author from Upstate New York. She has a strong passion for writing and reading stories that will rip your heart out before it’s put back together again.
If she’s not buried in her writing cave, she’s usually reading or planning out her next vacation. She loves to travel to different places and spends all her free with her husband, and two college age children.
When the weather permits, you can find her outside walking her golden retriever, or enjoying a nice cocktail by the pool. She loves cooking and entertaining for her family and friends.
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Title: Between Author: T.J. Amberson Genre: Young Adult Paranormal
Lana Hathaway wasn’t supposed to die. But when she suddenly finds herself face-to-face with a handsome guardian angel named Kade, Lana learns she has just drowned in her best friend’s swimming pool. Kade explains that because of her untimely death, Lana has become a Watcher like him—a soul stuck in limbo between Earth and Beyond. However, not wanting Lana to suffer his same fate, Kade breaks eternal rules and releases Lana back to Earth.
Soon, Lana and Kade discover that releasing her back to Earth had profound and unexpected consequences: now Lana is being hunted by those who dwell Below, including an enigmatic soul named Damien. With both their eternal destinies on the line, Lana and Kade must decide if Damien is an enemy or an ally as they race against time to save themselves . . . and if they fail, they will remain Between forever.
As the sounds of the conversation finished drawing me out of my slumber, I stirred and opened my eyes. I was lying in bed in my room at home. The golden sunlight of late afternoon was streaming in through the window at my right, casting a glow upon three people who stood at the foot of my bed. The people were talking amongst themselves, seeming not to notice that I was watching them.
Ignoring the dull ache in my head, I pushed myself up to a seated position. “Kade?” I mumbled in weary confusion, rubbing my eyes. “Is that you?”
All three of them snapped their heads in my direction. I stared back. I didn’t recognize the other two members of the trio, but the person who stood farthest to the right was definitely Kade, the same hot-guy hallucination I had seen when I drowned the evening prior. As before, Kade wore a gray t-shirt and jeans, and his dark hair was slightly tousled. This time, though, Kade’s brow was furrowed in a way I didn’t like. A sense of apprehension crept over me. Something was wrong—something even more wrong than the fact that I was apparently experiencing auditory and visual hallucinations, that is.
TJ Amberson hails from the Pacific Northwest, where she lives with her husband and nutty cocker spaniel. When she’s not writing, TJ might be found pretending to know how to garden, riding her bike, playing the piano, enjoying a hot chocolate, or scouring the Internet for cheap plane tickets. She adores all things cozy, seasonal, and holiday-themed; she cheers for happily-ever-afters; and she believes there’s no such thing as too much seasonal decor. With a love of multiple genres, TJ writes sweet romance and romantic comedies for adults and advanced teen readers, and clean fantasy adventures for teen and advanced tween readers.
Title: Hot for Me Author: Tam DeRudder Jackson Genre: Rock Star Romance
ADAM
A bonafide pop diva, all sass and scandal, Cristy Valor commands headlines wherever she goes. The tabloids love her—and love to hate her. From the first time her sexy alto voice rolls over me, she has all my attention. When she joins Balefire on our latest tour, she sashays across the stage in her wild-ass costumes and parties hard enough to keep up with my boys and me. She drives me batshit crazy—and I love every second of it.
Sex on stilettos.
Pure trouble.
Our sizzling chemistry could shoot a rocket into space, and it’s not long before I crave her. For the first time in my life, I want to share everything with a woman. But Cristy is hiding something, something that holds her back from giving me all of herself. She’s about to find out that I’m a patient man—and I always get what I want.
Cristy
Adam Tron is the poster boy for tall, dark, and sexy. His bass rhythms are enough to make me cream my panties every time I hear them. Flirting with him during our live shows is a rush but nothing compared to what happens when I finally give in to my lust and share his bed. The problem is, sex isn’t all he wants.
For my entire career, I’ve set the narrative, teased the tabloids with scandals that kept them too busy to look into my past, too busy to discover the secret that could end the party for good. Adam Tron could wreck me, steal my heart—and my music. I can’t let him in. I can’t let him discover the secret behind the nightmares I have nearly every night. He thinks he can slay all my monsters, and it would be so easy to let him. But if he finds out the truth, will he still be hot for me?
Unlike our first show, Cristy didn’t change her costume again before the end of our last set. When we stepped backstage to catch our breaths before the encore, I expected to see her, maybe tell her how fucking awesome she’d been out there. But she didn’t join us. The crowd’s demands for more didn’t leave me time to ponder the situation as I downed a bottle of water and joined my guys back out in front of the frenzied fans.
As we played the first few notes of “Something’s Gotta Give,” Cristy skipped onstage to join us. I had to work hard to maintain my concentration on the song as she danced for the audience in an outfit that reminded me of Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz. That is, if Dorothy only wore the blue plaid apron part of her dress over some kind of frilly underskirt that barely covered her ass. And those shoes? Red-sequined stilettos fitted with enormous bows? So fucking hot.
She sashayed her way from Dakota to Blu, drawing everyone into the party she was having with us. Right as we came to the pause before the bridge, she deliberately stepped in my direction, the look in her eyes a dare—pure trouble. I didn’t even try to stop the grin spreading over my face as I watched her come for me.
“We’re not in Kansas anymore, are we boys?” she purred during the bridge as she ran a bright blue manicured nail down the middle of my chest.
My breath caught in my throat. My fingers stilled on my bass for one note. And Cristy Valor laughed. I swear she gave her ass an extra shake just for me as she strutted toward the front of the stage.
I finished playing the show in a daze. As the last notes of the final encore reverberated off the back of the stadium, the five of us stepped to the front of the stage, made our final bow, and ran backstage together. Cristy fist-bumped and high-fived each of us as we laughed in pure joy. What a fucking rush.
Before we split to go to our respective dressing rooms, she leaned up and whispered in my ear, “See you in a few minutes.” Like an idiot, I stood there grinning my face off. Jack rescued me from looking like a total moron when he dropped his arm over my shoulder. “Come on, Tron. Let’s hit the showers. Then we can play with the ladies.”
Tam DeRudder Jackson is the author of the paranormal romance Talisman Series and the contemporary romance Balefire Series. Her favorite “room” in her house is her back patio where she dreams up stories of romance and risk. When she’s not writing her latest paranormal or contemporary romance, you can usually find her driving around with the top down in her convertible or carving turns on the slopes of the local ski hill. The mom of two grown sons, Tam likes to travel, attend rock concerts, watch football and soccer, and visit old car shows with her husband. She lives in the mountains of northwest Wyoming where she spends most of her free time trying to read all the books. Her TBR piles are threatening to take over her office, and she’s fine with that.
Title: Wolf Warriors Duet Author: Marteeka Karland Genre: Paranormal Romance
Future Earth. The privileged few build their wealth on the backs of slaves who are neither man nor beast, but both. Those with gold to spare spend it at the Arena… betting on the Warrior Shifters is the pastime of the elite.
Claimed by the Guardian Wolf: Miranda is the daughter of one of the cruelest Gladiator owners. Still her heart remains pure. The last thing she bargained for was catching the eye of the fiercest warrior of all — Brandwulfr.
To Brandwulfr, Miranda is a way out of this godforsaken realm, a way to get home. He doesn’t need to be attracted to the silly little human. Yet something in her touch awakens the wolf within him…
Taken by the Wolf King: Caught between deadly politics and a man bent on claiming her, all Elsa can afford to focus on is saving her children — at any cost.
Tortured and maddened by pain, Leif vows revenge on the woman he would have made his queen. Will his hatred of what she was forced to do build a wall between them that can never be torn down?
Warning: Adult Content including graphic violence, scientific experiments, alien abduction, and torture, may be triggers for some readers.
Publisher’s Note: Wolf Warriors Duet contains the previously published novels Claimed by the Guardian Wolf and Taken by the Wolf King. These books have been extensively edited for this volume.
“Where are we going?” he asked as he fastened his breeches before stomping into his boots.
She seemed to choose her words carefully, glancing more than once at the camera in the ceiling. “There is a place in the city hardly anyone goes. It’s one of the most beautiful and tranquil places I’ve ever seen.”
“Then why does no one go there?”
“It’s… private.”
Why did the mere mention of this place set him even more on edge?
“But I want you to see it. It’s so beautiful,” she finished in a rush. “Come.” She took his hand, leading him from her apartment.
Leif thought she’d relax once outside, but she didn’t. Not even a little. If anything she grew more agitated. Hands sweating, Elsa gripped his like a lifeline, clutching one of his in both of hers. A fine shiver went through her body with every step. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing!” Her response was vehement and instantaneous. “Nothing at all.”
His first instinct was to let go of her hand so he’d have a better chance of defending them both should trouble find them. But she clung so tightly to him, like he was her only lifeline in a turbulent sea, and he couldn’t make himself. His battle wolf clawed at the surface of his subconscious, wanting out, needing to protect both him and Elsa.
They approached a clearing surrounded by a densely wooded area. Over the trees, Leif could see a massive wall rising. The feeling of being trapped suddenly blossomed in his chest, making normal breathing nearly impossible. This was wrong. So very wrong. His feet absolutely would not take him any farther. “No,” he grated, sniffing the air. He pulled Elsa close to him, enfolding her in his arms. “Not right…”
“Just… just a little farther,” she urged, her voice quaking slightly as she tugged him forward, deeper into the greenery.
“Elsa,” he snapped, his voice barely above a whisper. “Stay close to me. If we are attacked, stay behind me and keep your hand on my back so I know where you are.”
She… didn’t. Instead. Elsa eased away from him, tears flowing freely down her face. “I’m so sorry, Leif,” she said in a broken whisper. “So sorry…”
Romance author by night, emergency room tech/clerk by day, Marteeka Karland works really hard to drive everyone in her life completely and totally nuts. She has been creating stories from her warped imagination since she was in the third grade. Her love of writing blossomed throughout her teenage years until it developed into the totally unorthodox and irreverent style her English teachers tried so hard to rid her of. Now, she breathes life into faeries, space hunters, werewolves, vampires, shapeshifters, and a few just plane ole ordinary people. She loves to see the awkward, self-conscious band geek get the captain of the football team and make him beg for it.
Title: The Liars Beneath Author: Heather Van Fleet Genre: Young Adult Thriller
A romantically dark YA thriller set in the backdrop of Iowa’s suspenseful farmlands.
After a tragic accident ends her best friend’s life, 17-year-old Becca Thompson succumbs to grief the only way she knows how: by wallowing in it. She’s a fragment of the person she once was—far too broken to enjoy the summer before her senior year. But when Ben McCain, her best friend’s older brother, returns home, Becca must face her new reality head on.
She isn’t interested in Ben’s games, especially since he abandoned his sister during the months leading up to her death. But when he begs for her help in uncovering the truth about what really happened the night of his sister’s death, Becca finds herself agreeing, hoping to clear up rumors swirling in the wake of her best friend’s accident.
An unhinged ex-boyfriend, secret bucket lists, and garage parties in the place Becca calls home soon lead her to the answers she’s so desperate to unveil. But nobody is being honest, not even Ben. And the closer Becca gets to the truth—and to Ben—the more danger seems to surround her.
Clearing her best friend’s name was all she wanted to do, but Becca is quickly realizing that the truth she craves might be uglier than the lies her best friend kept.
It was almost midnight when I heard the knock against my window. Three soft and consecutive thuds, all of which match the beat of my heart. Why he chose that way to get my attention instead of texting, is a mystery. The kind of mystery I was way too amped up to question.
I wasn’t excited in the sense that I like him and want to spend time with him or anything. At least that’s what I told my racing heart when I first saw his smile from the other side of the glass. He’d been crouched on his belly on the roof of our porch like a stealthy spy, and the sight was something I’d never forget.
I’d thrown a hoodie on over the Tee I’m dressed in, pairing it with some denim cutoffs. Then I tossed my hair up into a messy bun and slid on some cherry Chapstick—but only because my lips were chapped. That’s it. No other reason whatsoever.
Once my Docs were on, I slid out my window and met him head on, the two of us jumping the five feet off the low hanging roof. I’d giggled uncontrollably when he landed on his butt instead of his feet, and he’d nearly pulled me down with him when he tried grabbing my laces. That would be the last time I’d ever not tie my boots.
“Guess what?”he whispered when we started to walk away from the house. “I researched your family tree today and found out that you, Becca, are the biggest sap.”He ended that statement with a tap to my nose. My freaking nose, for God’s sake.
He’d booped me.
My response—one which had been paired with a hard thump to his equally as hard abdomen: “You’re so dumb, you planted a dogwood tree and expected a litter of puppies.”
We both laughed at how stupid we sounded, yet at the same time it felt good to just be goofy. Or dare I say, normal. Though that word—normal—was a bit of a stretch when it came to the two of us anymore.
After that, Ben took my hand like it was the most natural thing in the world and proceeded to lead me to where we are now: the middle of the cornfield.
I trail my fingers over the silky corn stalks, marveling at their height and the way the midnight moon reflects off the green color. Nothing about this spot eases my frazzled nerves, of course. It doesn’t give me peace of mind like it once had when I’d come out here with Rose either. It’s kind of like the alcove in that sense—a spot tainted by a bad memory, despite the many good memories trying to override it.
Ben moves closer, our shoulders brushing.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks.
“Stuff.” That no longer matters. A time and a place and a memory that’s long past.
“Rose said you guys used to hang out here a lot.”
I shrugged one shoulder, unwilling to indulge in what happened the last time she and I had been out here. It’s not a huge thing, smoking weed and all, but for some reason, I don’t want Ben to know that it’d been my bucket list item, not Rose’s. It shows my age—how I’d been so young and inexperienced.
Not that I care what he thinks.
“It’s nice,” he continues. “Quiet too. I can see why you liked it.”
“We did some of our best thinking out here.” Thinking that was more along the lines of Rose smoking joints, while I stood by to keep watch.
“Hmm.” He nods, kicks the toe of his foot into the dirt. “I’m gonna go to that party on Saturday,” he tells me out of the blue.
I frown. “You think that’s smart after beating up Adam like you did?”
“Yup.”
“Why?”
“Because Adam’s gonna be there.” He looks away, but I don’t miss the flex of his jaw—not even in the dark. “I don’t trust the guy.”
I turn him around by the shoulders, forcing him to stand in front of me. “What’s there not to trust, exactly?”
“Lots of things.”
“Like what?”
“I’ve got facts that need exploring.” His lips purse.
“Yeah.” I roll my eyes. “Because you’re suddenly a detective now. I forgot.”
Adam wouldn’t hurt a puppy, let alone be behind Rose’s death. He used to talk big, but his love for my best friend was endless. Without a doubt, I know that’s who her secret boyfriend was. I just don’t get why they never went public.
“I’m more of a private eye, actually.” He covers one eye and curls the corner of his upper lip, making an argh noise.
“That’s a pirate, not a private eye, dork.”
“Either way, they’re both sneaky, right?” I sigh, wondering if he’s always been this weird. Cocky, a smartass, and a huge instigator—that’s Ben. Not funny.
Heather Van Fleet is a stay-at-home-mom turned book boyfriend connoisseur. She’s married to her high school sweetheart, a mom to three girls, and in her spare time you can find her with her head buried in her Kindle, guzzling down copious amounts of coffee.
Title: Pierce Her Author: Kelly Finley Series: Come for Me #1 Genre: Romantic Suspense
She’s the hero. He plays one. That’s why falling in love could be the biggest—and best—mistake of her life…
Former Marine Charlie Ravenel devotes her life to protecting women. A job that’s left its mark on her—body and soul. When she’s not working, she’s safe hiding in the shadows. Alone. But when a young celebrity finds herself tormented by a dangerous stalker, Charlie vows to keep her safe.
One problem. She’ll just have to avoid her client’s sexy co-star—the alluring one who seems so intent on breaking down Charlie’s defenses…
No one really knows Daniel Pierce. They think they do. Millions want him. But no one knows what’s beneath his heroic veneer. He doesn’t let them. Until her.
Charlie, with her arousing smile and razor blade tongue, attracts him like no other. He’d do anything to ease her pain, to make her his. How can he lure her into giving him a chance?
If Charlie has any hope of overcoming the demons of her past in time to save the girl, she’ll have to trust her gut…and Daniel. But what if trust is a luxury she just can’t afford?
PIERCE HER, Book One in the COME FOR ME series, is a steamy, romantic suspense novel featuring a kickass heroine who just happens to fall for Hollywood’s sexiest man alive.
Relief dropped the tension in her shoulders when she turned to unpack the rifle. She had to turn away. Away from Daniel Pierce to and her breath.
What the holy fuck was that, Charlie Girl?
Her body howled awake at his handshake. At his touch. The first time in six years it had responded to any man.
As a bodyguard, the sets she worked on accustomed her to being surrounded by beautiful people, men and women. She had seen, hell fought off, how such beauty was as much a burden as a blessing for many of them. She learned to treat them like nobodies. Or anybodies. It was one of the many reasons they trusted her.
But damn. Daniel Pierce, famously the sexiest man alive, possessed so much exquisite physical DNA it required a full audit. Sure, she had seen him plastered across covers and screens. A sudden flush fired up her cheeks for the solo plea‐ sure she gave herself at the sight of his photo a few times in the past. But that was a screen, a fleeting fantasy. This was him, palpable and in person. And oh, where his staggering bounty of beauty stopped, his sexy charisma raced, lapping her body for the win.
Damn, Charlie Girl. She adjusted the scope on the rifle. Slow your roll. You’ve got a job to do. A girl at risk.
And she’d fucking asked for this. Asked Anders where the cast hung out. Wanting to meet each one of them. Off set. In a setting where their guard was down. In a setting where a stalker may betray himself.
She wasn’t wheels down in Madrid for twenty-four hours, kissing her relaxing trip to Miami with Juliette goodbye, before she found herself jumping into the damn deep end of this job. Right into the ocean of Daniel Pierce.
And it was raging wet.
Over six feet of hulking muscles wrapped down a body that famously took discipline and sacrifice to achieve. Black hair fell in soft waves, framing aqua eyes as deep as a cenote, enticing anyone to jump in. Stubble blanketed a square jaw and deep cleft chin. Pillow lips formed a perfect soft bow, almost feminine, until they flashed a white-hot, hungry smile.
He was cast as Zeus, the god of gods who had no equal, many enemies and could bed any woman in a comic book series turned movie franchise. Two films had dominated the box office in the blockbuster series. A third was rumored. And everywhere Daniel Pierce went, he was “Zeus” to his fans. Charlie read how many followers and press also branded him— “Sex God.” Careful, Charlie Girl. With a look like that, you’ll have a lot more to protect than a girl.
Kelly Finley is fiction author of contemporary romances featuring bada** women and grown-a** men. She lives in the Carolinas with her husband and family. A rebel with many causes, she fancies black leather, dirty jokes, and smart mouths.
Thrilled by a flipped script and ticked off by women portrayed as weak, she noticed how many steamy, sexy heroines were missing, particularly from suspense and military romance. Her friends shared the frustration and told her to practice what she has taught for twenty years. Her books feature characters we champion and love—ones with shameless heat, brave hearts, and whip-smart minds.
She’s most likely at her keyboard right now, putting the next heroine on the page.
