Title: Country Author: Lila Rose Series: Diamond MC #1 Genre: Contemporary MC Romance
I had her and loved the taste of her.
But she’s too young, too sweet and good.
I’ll keep her safe, and I want her happy.
Even if my own heart tells me I’m a fool for not making her mine.
Our few nights were electric. She left her mark and burned her goodness into my heart.
There’s no room left for anyone else, only her.
I can’t chase her. I have to let her go.
Sure, she’s a club girl and I could have her under me whenever I want, but I can’t do that to her. I refuse to pull her any deeper into the Diamond MC.
When that decision is taken out of my hands and she’s dragged into the darkness, all I see is rage and bloodshed.
I’ll make them pay. Every single one of them who thought they could steal her away, take her from me.
She’s everything.
And once I have her back, I’ll make sure I never let go.
She’s light and goodness.
Maybe she’s too good for me, but maybe she’s just what I need to balance my world.
I’ll give her everything and make her mine. And just maybe she’ll make me hers too.
Lila was born in Brisbane Australia, her step-dad was in the Army which caused them to move around a lot. They finally settled in country Victoria, Australia. Being the youngest of four children she admits she was spoilt a bit. Even drove her mum crazy when she refused to eat meat at a young age.
Now, Lila lives with her husband and two children. She started writing in 2013 and self-published the first of the Hawks MC series: Holding Out. Since then, she has published twenty-five other titles, which range from romance, humorous romance, and paranormal.
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?
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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Three Reasons You Should Read This Contemporary Romance:
A Winter Rose by Amy Craig features some very strong and independent women that know their minds and what to do it all on their own – sometimes too much.
Julien and Eliza bump heads in a very fun way that only serves to add more sparks to their growing attraction.
Eliza’s daughter, Skye, steals the show as quite the engaging and adorable little girl that seems to care about the entire world.
Widow Eliza struggles to raise her young daughter and run her Washington state flower farm. Julien, a charming Southerner with a knack for business, stops his road trip to help her out of a tight situation. He has no intention of sticking around a sleepy farm town, but Eliza’s grit and dedication warm his wounded heart. Can they look beyond a business partnership and see the beauty of second chances?
I really wanted to enjoy this book. Hard-working single mom that runs her own business, a cute little girl that loves animals, the tortured man running from his past into the unknown. But unfortunately, this book fell a little flat.
Eliza was stubborn and hard-working, but she took doing on her own to an extreme. She seemed to think any offer of assistance was someone trying to take over her life and business. She knew what she wanted and how she wanted it done, and god forbid anyone has a differing opinion. The exception was her feelings for Julien. Where she waffled back and forth so many times I lost track. Instead of setting up tensions in the situation, it just made me dislike her for leading him and then pushing him away over and over again.
Julien was a better character. I felt like I could understand most of his motivations, except why he put up with Eliza. He truly tries to help her for no reason other than he wants something to do. I liked him – he deserved better.
Skye (Eliza’s daughter) and her mother play some very major roles in the story. Skye – I wouldn’t change her one bit. She is one of the most well-developed characters in the book. Recovering from losing her father, there are some things she struggles with, but deep down she’s a joyful child that loves just about everyone. Eliza’s mother was another character I think I was supposed to feel bad for and I didn’t. She was just plain old mean.
The romance is there, it’s just not one I would enjoy. There is also a mention of ICE and deportation at the beginning of the story – setting up a place for Eliza to need Julien. I think if you’re going to use this as a plot point, you need to do a little more than just say “Oh, he was deported,” and move right along. You don’t have to be political about it, but that has an effect on the surrounding community and doesn’t just poof go away.
**I voluntarily reviewed a complimentary copy of this book**
Their love could give him a second chance at life-or condemn her to an eternity of damnation.
Yanked from his tortured existence in Netherworld and dumped naked in the Louisiana Bayou, Lash could swear he’s died and gone to heaven. Except for the fact that a millennium ago he died a condemned soul, forever barred from Paradise. His new life feels like the next best thing, full of small miracles. Like silence. And ice water. And the company of a beautiful, compassionate woman.
Teva is a woman with a taste for heavy-metal music, an inherited talent for magic, and a trusting heart. She knows nothing about the mysterious stranger she’s taken in, only that he needs her help. And the fact that he’s gorgeous hasn’t escaped her attention. She can’t see Lash as anything other than a sexy, gentle man who soothes her nightmares away. Then Lash learns the real reason for his reprieve from Netherworld-he’s been sent to corrupt Teva’s soul with sinful pleasures. Starved for tenderness and aching with desire, Lash yearns to accept the loving embrace Teva offers. But he can’t give in to passion without tainting her, condemning her to the horrors of Netherworld.
The ultimate battle between good and evil is brewing, and Lash stands caught in the middle between Teva, who owns his heart-and Satan, who owns his soul.
The Prince sighed. “It seems many of my disciples believe I’ve chosen poorly.” A shiver ran up Lash’s body as the Prince clasped the side of his face and forced him to meet cruel demon eyes. “But I think not. And do you know why that is, slave?”
“No, my lord.” Lash swallowed, mesmerized by the fire blazing in the demon lord’s eyes.
“I’ll get far too much pleasure out of eating you and shitting you out.” A twisted smile crossed the Prince’s mouth. “Just to do it again.”
Lash’s heart hammered. The Prince’s words had been more than an idle threat. Never had he believed someone more.
“I’ll never let a soul due me escape. You will bring Teva to our side.” The Prince nuzzled Lash’s temple. “Fuck her. Get her to break any number of sins. Just remember, she mustn’t repent before her death. That doesn’t seem like too difficult a task for one with your masculine beauty.”
Lash forced a nod.
“Nicodemus, do you know why I singled you out?”
Again, the Prince forced him to meet his burning gaze.
“Because you never broke. You simply accepted your fate.”
Lash closed his eyes. Yes, he’d accepted his place in Netherworld.
“I think bringing you back home after you complete this for me… will be pure torture on your already lost soul. After all, I’m giving you all this… to remember.” The Prince’s twisted smile was back.
Lash’s chest constricted at the sickening thought of the inevitable.
“Now, I must go home and punish several for interfering with your task.” The Prince patted Lash’s cheek. “Slave, you have my word, you’ll have no more visits. You’ll be free to play house to your heart’s content.”
“Yes, my Prince.”
The Prince eased back a half of a step. “But remember, I do have the power to control you. In no time, I’ll hold Teva’s future in my hands. In Netherworld, I can offer her a life of leisure.” Then, without another word, he disappeared.
Life of leisure meant you winded up in the Prince’s harem. Sickness knotted his stomach. Teva didn’t belong in Netherworld at all, let alone at the feet of the Prince.
Turning the water hotter, Lash sat on the floor of the stall.
Melissa writes for herself and creates her worlds for her characters. She’s authored stories in several different genres of romance, including paranormal, contemporary, suspense, dark fantasy, historical, futuristic, as well as, horror. She’s also collaborated with Mechele Armstrong. She’s been interested in the human psyche and paranormal activities since she gained eyesight at the age of twenty-two. She’s earned dual MAs in English and creative writing and advocates for the blind.
Hawk Florence has always been the football star, the guy that can make any girl fall in love with him- and then break their heart. And that’s exactly what he did to me way back in high school. Now I’ve been assigned to do a puff piece on him for a national sports journal, and I’m more than ready to get my revenge.
The plan is simple. First, sit him down and flatter the shit out of him. Laugh at his crappy jokes. Touch his arm, let it linger. When he asks me out, I’ll flutter my eyelashes and shyly accept. Then, make him fall in love. And devour him. I’m ready. I won’t fail. But there’s one thing that I didn’t plan for: he doesn’t ask me out. Instead, he calls me out on my BS. He’s not wrong, but that’s just one of the ways that my plan has already gone terribly wrong before it even begins.
When he does finally ask me out, it isn’t much of a date. Instead, it’s a few agonizing hours of going back and forth about why we hate each other. But there is one interesting thing that came out of our brief time together: the bet that Hawk makes with me- that he will make me fall in love in 3 weeks, in love for real. If he fails, he’ll give me every exclusive for the season. Of course, I accept. Why wouldn’t I? This will help my career, and it’s not like he has a prayer anyway. This jerk broke my heart in high school, and there’s no way that I will fall for the same trick twice. Or will I?
All bets are off when it comes to the heart. Fumbled is a standalone sports romcom that will make you wonder what to do when love- and football- gives you a second chance….
“Is this where I suggest I try to make it up to you?” I asked. “To get you to like me again?”
She gave me a disbelieving look. “I doubt there’s anything you could say or do that could make that happen.”
What can I say, I’m a competitive guy. I hate to lose and I like nothing more than a challenge. She was certainly proving to be just that.
I sat back and regarded her. “I’ll tell you what. Give me—” I thought for a moment. “Give me three weeks. I’ll show you how much I’ve changed, that I actually am a good guy. If you don’t feel the same way about me by then, that you did back in high school, I’ll give you…”
“Every exclusive of the season?” she suggested.
A slow smile crept across my face. “That works.” What was I really suggesting here? That I could make her fall for me, in just three weeks? Considering the look on her face right now, I was all but prepared to lose. That didn’t mean I wouldn’t try though, and try hard.
“What’s in it for you?” she asked.
“I get to keep my ego intact,” I replied. Sure that was all. Nothing to do with mental bikini images. Nope, not at all.
Lizzi Stone is the pen name for two USA Today Bestselling authors who love sports, sexy men, strong women and coffee, lots and lots of coffee! For giveaways, new releases and deals follow Lizzi on Facebook @lizzistoneauthor.
Welcome to Fate Hollow Academy, where supernaturals blessed by the Fates cultivate their manifested powers and master ancient magic.
Fate Hollow is the academy of the elite, where supernatural beings with special magic train for war against humans.
A big-hearted, naïve arctic fox shifter like me couldn’t have prepared for the treachery lurking within the walls of the academy. Students were going missing or turning up dead on campus and rumors circulated about humans infiltrating academy grounds.
Seeds of fear bloomed within the student body. To make matters worse, the mate that rejected me was hellbent on painting a bright red target on my back with the help of his new girlfriend.
Against all odds, I found refuge with seven irresistible monsters, each one more different from the last.
Would the bond of my mates be enough to manifest my hidden power? Without it, I was vulnerable. And with a dragon cult attempting to wage war on humans, I had no choice but to fight.
“Am I increasing your body temperature?” He pushed off the desk and edged closer. “Here, let me help you with that.” He reached up and started untying my tie completely. “Just to make sure you don’t shift from the heat.” His fingers found my buttons, and he slowly started unbuttoning the top three buttons of my uniform until the air-conditioned room hit my now bare skin.
His fingers dipped low to caress the top of my breasts, and he let out a rumbling hum that cascaded over me, making my panties dampen from the sensation.
I sucked in a sharp breath, knowing he could smell it.
Inhaling, his nostrils flared and his fangs descended as he groaned. “You smell sweet, but is that peppermint I’m noticing mixed in? Did you really let Damien have a taste before me?”
My chest heaved forward, and I squirmed. “How is it that noticeable?”
“A lot of scents are noticeable, sweet ruby, if you’re paying enough attention.” He bent forward. His blood and cinnamon scent flooded my senses as he gently teased his fangs over my neck. “Won’t you let me leave my scent on you too?”
My heart thudded to a stop, and he leaned back to where I could see the mischief in his red eyes.
Lyra Winters is a twenty-something Kentucky woman who adores the book world. When she’s not typing away on her laptop or daydreaming book ideas, Lyra is occupying her time taking care of her two spunky daughters and dreamy husband. She’s addicted to Coca-Cola, 2000s rap music, and bubble baths. Her dream is to write love stories that touch the reader’s hearts.
I get paid to follow a womanizing troglodyte who thinks rules are for other people and that my pants are the next pair he’s getting into.
Dream on.
Bet your first professional job didn’t involve babysitting an extremely hot, muscle-bound Scottish Highlander with an ego the size of a kilt and a libido bigger than his…well…
Chicken.
Keeping Scottish football (that’s ‘soccer” to us Americans) player Hamish McCormick away from inappropriate scandals while he does product endorsement campaigns is my mission.
He picks me up easily, one arm lifting me and pressing me against him at the same time, the feel of his hand under my ass, the hard muscle against my side thrilling. He’s completely in control and I’ve never been more aroused. Never felt less inhibited. All I want to do is touch him. Kiss him. Connect and be connected, Hamish’s tongue finding new ways to explore me, his arms encircling my back, fingers at the nape of my neck, stroking the soft skin there as he kisses me. Until I am just movement, touch, caress. “Ye taste so good,” he whispers against my mouth as we come up for air. My body is suspended by his sheer strength, as if I’m nothing yet everything to him.
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Julia Kent writes romantic comedy with an edge. From billionaires to BBWs to new adult rock stars, Julia finds a sensual, goofy joy in every contemporary romance she writes. Unlike Shannon from Shopping for a Billionaire, she did not meet her husband after dropping her phone in a men’s room toilet (and he isn’t a billionaire). She lives in New England with her husband and three sons in a household where the toilet seat is never, ever, down.
I had enough on my plate. Getting involved with a notorious playboy was not on my agenda. Which is why he was perfect. He didn’t do relationships and I didn’t have time for one.
He’d been stoking my fire all weekend. Whispering dirty promises in my ear. Weaseling his way under my skin. And I was ready to combust.
He agreed to my terms. Probably because I was naked, he was caught off guard, and judging by the tent in his shorts, thinking with the wrong head.
I should have known better than to take him at his word.
Two days. That’s all he lasted before he showed up at my door begging for more.
More than I had to give. More than I was willing to part with.
My time. My body.
Most importantly, my heart.
And when I said no, he persisted until I caved. Not that he had to work very hard to wear me down. He was too tempting to ignore, and I craved another taste.
The only way to protect myself from getting hurt… rules. Some to keep him at a distance, others to keep him close.
Like rule number eight… no other sexual partners. The only dorm room I wanted him sneaking in and out of was mine.
I knew I was in over my head. That what we were doing was going to blow up in our faces as soon as our friends found out. But in the moment, I couldn’t bring myself to care about any of it. Consequences be damned.
Rachael Brownell is an International Bestselling author of new adult romance.
She lives in Michigan with her husband, son, snuggly dog, and hateful cat. She moonlights a few days a week (her excuse to get out of the house and socialize) and writes almost full time. Her first book was published way back in 2013 and since she’s released more than 30 additional titles.
When she’s not writing her next novel, you can find her hanging out with her family, watching her son play baseball, or running on the treadmill at the gym (though she skips more days than she goes). She also enjoys golfing but is still learning, so if you see her on the course… stand back.
Knox is a badass, bar-owning barber who prefers to live his life the way he takes his coffee: Alone. Well, except for his basset hound, Waylon. He doesn’t tolerate drama (Knox, not Waylon. Waylon loves drama.). Especially not when it comes in the form of a stranded runaway bride.
Naomi answered her estranged–some would say evil–twin’s call for help, arriving in rural and rough-around-the-edges Knockemout, Virginia, ready to be the good sister as usual.
Too bad her evil twin hasn’t changed at all. After helping herself to Naomi’s car and cash, Tina leaves her with something unexpected. The 11-year-old niece Naomi didn’t know she had. Dun dun dunnnn!
There are reasons why Knox doesn’t do family drama or high-maintenance women who actually believe in all the bullshit trappings of romance. But since her life imploded right in front of him, the least he can do is help Naomi out of her jam. Even if the uptight good girl is a gigantic pain in his ass. As soon as she stops getting herself into new trouble, he can stop dragging her into his bed and go back to his peaceful, solitary life.
At least, that’s the plan until the trouble turns to real danger.
Lucy Score is a Wall Street Journal and #1 Amazon bestselling author. Small town contemporary rom-coms are her lady jam and she enjoys delivering the feels with a huge side of happily ever after.
Her books have been translated into several languages, making readers around the world snort laugh, swoon, and sob. Lucy lives in Pennsylvania with the devastatingly handsome Mr. Lucy and their horrible cat.
In her spare time she enjoys sleeping, drinking copious amounts of coffee, and reading all the romance novels in the universe.
From the day I became the President of the Ruthless Sinners, I’d been known as one of the fiercest, most relentless MC presidents in the south.
I lead my men with honor and pride.
I never once wavered from what I believed was right for the club and for the brotherhood.
And even when it wasn’t easy—even when it meant putting their needs above my own—I’d always done everything in my power to keep the brothers and their families safe.
These were the demands of an MC president.
I was good with that. I had dedicated my life to the club and the club alone.
It was the only way I could face losing the only woman I’d ever loved.
But as fate would have it, I’d been given a second chance with her.
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.
