Thursday, June 9, 2016

Title: Play Softly
Series: The Devil’s Share #4
Author: L.P. Maxa
Publisher: Boroughs Publishing Group
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 9, 2016


For Devil's Share lead singer Dash Connor, meeting, dating, and falling in love with Lexi Grant happened in an instant and getting pregnant took only 48 hours longer--which will be the only easy part of their road to marriage.
Lead singer of Devil’s Share Dash Connor has everything planned: the party, the candles, the music. He’s going to ask Lexi Grant to marry him. Not that getting hitched will make any difference in how he feels about her—head over heels just about covers it—but they have a baby on the way and that little bundle of joy is going to have his last name. But, like everything that’s happened since the first day he met Lexi, his best laid plans are about to be upended. But, it's all good - except for the trouble brewing with a bandmate.

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Dash and I were walking; well I was more like waddling, down the beach in Seaside, Florida. He’d asked me out on a date. It was really sweet, and honestly we didn’t get many chances to be alone anymore. It seemed like someone new joined our family every time I turned around.

We’d gained a new kiddo, a new chick, and a new puppy this summer. Not that I was complaining. I adored Landry, Bryan, and Crash. The beach house was at max capacity though. I guess it was a good thing we were all moving back to Texas soon. I knew I’d miss the chaos that a house full of people caused once it was gone. But as today had shown, the privacy would be nice.

“Hey, babe? I thought that was where we were eating?” I pointed to the white building we’d just passed, coming to a grateful stop.

“It is.” Dash tugged on my hand to get me moving again. “But I wanted to take a little stroll on the beach first.”

I loved my boyfriend. I really did, with all my heart. But I was eight months pregnant and hungry as shit. I didn’t feel like taking a walk on the beach. I felt like having a good meal and then an even better nap. “That’s so romantic, but my back has been bothering me today and I haven’t eaten since lunch.”

“Kitten, lunch was three hours ago.”

“And?” I raised an eyebrow, daring him to say something.

He smiled and kissed my hand, “Just a little bit further, okay? There is something I want to show you.”

I let out a soft sigh and then let him drag me down the deserted beach. Everyone must’ve been tucked away in their cute little houses washing the sand off their bodies and fixing dinner. There was a slight breeze in the air making my linen pants flap around my legs, cooling me off, slightly. The sunset over the water had bathed the sky in oranges and purples. “I wish I’d brought my camera.” Dash didn’t say anything. He just kept on trekking. Maybe he’d carry me back to the restaurant. After another few minutes he stopped and turned to face me, taking both my hands in his. “Time for food?” God, I hoped he said yes.

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L.P. Maxa lives in Austin Texas with her husband, daughter, 3 rescue dogs, 1 stray cat, and 1 fish that keeps dying that she keeps replacing so her toddler doesn't notice. L.P. loves reading Romance novels as much as she loves writing them. She says that inspiration can come from anywhere; a song lyric, a quote, a weekend with friends. The tiniest things spark amazing stories.

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New Dark Romance by Carina Adams!

Almost Innocent is NOW LIVE!


Callaghan. A name synonymous with power and fear. A family of untouchable criminals.

As a teenager, Gabriella Forte had no intention of getting to know the town's most dangerous brothers. Once Dustin set his sights on her, she was trapped. There was only one way out of her personal hell.

Declan was determined to break away from his family's shadow. Until he fell in love with the one woman he couldn't have. She changed everything.

Life isn't always kind. Love can hurt. Sometimes you need to sacrifice yourself to protect the people you care about.

It's been twelve years since Declan did the unthinkable and went to prison. He promised to stay away from Gabby and his nephew. That's one vow he can't keep.

Things aren't always what they seem. Facts are only as credible as the person stating them. The truth doesn't always set you free.

Warning: This is a dark romance. If domestic violence bothers you, if you can't read violence in literature, or you are looking for a light and fluffy read, this book is not for you.

My phone pinged, signaling a new text message, and I looked down, searching through
the pain-in-the-ass gigantic bag that I called a purse. I didn’t slow my pace though,
knowing I needed to get back to the car and on the road if I wanted to make sure I
arrived early. Finally finding my iPhone, I yanked it out and swiped the screen so I
could read the text.
I never saw him.
Instead, I barreled full speed into a wall of muscle, almost losing my footing as I
stumbled backward. A strong hand closed around my upper arm as the gentleman in
front of me steadied me. My head snapped back in surprise as my free hand landed on
his chest, trying to use him to regain my balance.
The sincere apology died on my lips as my eyes met the light blue ones I saw every
day but never thought I’d look into again. The eyes that haunted me. “When in the hell
did you get out?”
The words were harsh, almost spit at him, and spoken on instinct alone. If my heart had given my head just one second to adapt to the surprise of seeing him, I might have been able to form a greeting that didn’t sound as though I was pissed to find him standing in front of me. Maybe not.
Declan Callaghan stared at me, eyes widening as realization hit him. “Little G,” he
breathed, almost too quiet for me to hear. “Jesus, you’re still the most…” He trailed off
and dropped my arm as if it were scorching him and stepped back, obviously putting
distance between us. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “July. I got out in
He could have offered a smile, a “Hey, how in the hell are ya?” But no. He treated me
like a leper he was desperate to get away from. Considering everything that had
happened, I guess that made sense.
Then his words sank in. July? My heart pounded so hard, I was positive he could see it.
Four months? He’d been home for four freaking months?
“Seriously?” I snapped, unable to keep my anger in check.
His eyes searched my face for a moment before they narrowed on my neck, and I had
no doubt he could see my pulse racing. Declan had always seen more than anyone else.
At least when it came to me.
“You didn’t know,” he muttered.
I shook my head quickly, more to clear the fog invading my thoughts than to answer
his pathetic statement of fact. Of course I didn’t know. Very few people in my life
even knew I was connected to an infamous criminal, and the people who did obviously
didn’t know he was out either.
Then I realized there were people who would have known and should have told me.
“I thought they told you.” His eyebrows knitted together before he jerked his head to
the left, the scowl deepening. “It’s mandatory. The DOC sends a notification of release
to all victims.”
Victim. The word had me straightening up to my full height, all five feet two inches of
it, and stepping back as I fisted my empty hand. Screw him. I couldn’t do this with
him. I wouldn’t. Not again.

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Carina Adams has been writing and creating characters for as long as she can remember, allowing her to fall in love with the next man of her dreams with every new story.

Thankfully, fate stepped in and granted her the ultimate wish - a life full of men. Carina lives in a picturesque New England town with her husband, the man who ruined the thought of all others, and two amazing sons who always keep her on her toes.

Carina received her MBA in May, but would much rather play with her imaginary friends (the voices in her head) than work her 8 to 5. When she isn’t trying to juggle being a working mom with karate and football practices, surprising her children with her sci-fi movie knowledge, or writing, you can find her with her nose pressed against her kindle, laughing with friends, or living life vicariously as her Derby Girl persona, Writers Block.

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Title: To Hate Adam Connor
Author: Ella Maise
Release Date: June 9, 2016
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So you may ask, who is Adam Connor? He is the recently divorced, Academy Award-winning actor who just moved in next door with his kid. He also happens to be an exquisite male specimen and the most infuriating sly bastard I’ve ever come across.
Let’s be honest here, wouldn’t you wanna take a peek over the wall to catch a glimpse of him, hopefully when he is naked? Wouldn’t you melt away after watching him work out as his five-year-old kid cheered him on? Do I even have to mention those abs, the big bulge in his pants, or that arm porn? Oh, wait, you would never spy on him? Sure…
While I was being thoughtful by not breaking and entering and was actually considering going over to offer him a shoulder—or maybe a boob or two—to cry on (y’know, because of his divorce), instead he had me thrown in jail after a small incident. Jail, people! He was supposed to grant me countless orgasms as a thank you, not a jail cell.
After that day, I was mentally plotting ways to strangle him instead of jumping his bones to make sweet love. So what if my body did more than just shiver when he whispered dirty little things in my ear? I can’t be held responsible for that. And when was the last time he’d kissed anyone anyway? Who’d enjoy a kiss with a side of heart attack?
Even if he and his son were the best things since sliced bread—and I’m not saying he was—I couldn’t fall for him. No matter what promises he whispered on my skin, my curse wouldn’t let us be. I wasn’t a damsel in distress—I could save myself, thank you very much—but deep inside, I still hoped Adam Connor would be the hero of my story.


To Hate Adam Connor is filled with so many sexy and LOL moments!! If this book doesn’t win some kind of book of the year award, I don’t know what’s stopping it. It is filled with some of the most unpredictable, funniest, lovable and juiciest stuff I have ever found in a book.

Lucy is the best friend of Jason Thorne’s wife, Olive. You can get Jason and Olive’s story in another book To Love Jason Thorne, which I do recommend you read, though it’s not necessary because they are both standalone books.

Lucy has temporarily moved in with her best friend Olive. The girls get the bright idea to spy on Olive’s neighbor, hot actor, Adam Connor. It is hilarious. After a little more spying on her on, Lucy finally comes face to face with Adam. There is so much sexual tension between Adam and Lucy that I started to get frustrated; in a good way, of course. When it finally happens, it’s just…WOW!!  Lucy is determined to believe that she is cursed and that there is no chance for her to find love and happiness. It seems though that Adam is breaking down her walls little by little without her even knowing it.

The writing in this book is flawless. There is something in this book to play on almost every one of your emotions. I don’t have the words to say enough about this book to tell you how much I loved it! I recommend this book!

“What is this?” he asked as his hand smoothed his wet T-shirt. He lifted his hand and shook off some of the water. We’d gotten him good. My eyes followed his hand because, oh Lord, I could see the outline of his abs and those pecs…Jesus. What a glorious view. He took a step forward, and I took a step back.
“Don’t come any closer.” I raised the gun.
He stopped, the expression on his face making my lady parts purr. Those eyes…goddamnit, those eyes!
“We’re cheering Aiden up,” I explained as I backed away from him since it didn’t look like he intended to stop.
“We? Looks to me like I’m the one doing all the work.”
“Well, you are the one who made him sad after all. It’s just a little water, Mr. Hotshot Movie Star, you won’t melt away.”
“I think you will—”
I didn’t let him finish and blasted him with more water, right on his crotch.
He stopped speaking and looked down at his now wet pants. When he glanced up at me with a raised eyebrow, I braced the gun at my hip and shrugged.
“Run, Lucy. Run for your life,” he murmured and then lunged at me. I saw him throw away his gun and before he could get to me, I turned around and ran.
“Incoming!” I yelled, letting Aiden know his dad was coming out. Another blast of water hit Adam’s face just before he could catch me. His fingers touched my arm, but with my ninja skills, I squealed and managed to slip away from him and the tingles his hand caused every freaking time he touched me.
Since my gun was empty, I reached for the fifth gun we’d hidden in the backyard and hit Adam from the other side.
Adam advanced toward Aiden, and he jumped up and ran away, laughing and screaming.
“Daddy, you can’t catch us!”
“Oh, trust me, I will.”
“You’re all wet now! We got you!”
“When I get my hands on you two, you’ll be singing a different tune.”
Adam pretended to catch Aiden, but then let him skirt away from him.
“You’re not catching Lucy! Catch Lucy!” Aiden screamed as he eyed his father to guess which way he’d run next.
“Hey now!” I yelled, but it was too late, my water gun jammed—the stupid thing. Before I could figure out what was wrong with it and fix it quickly, Adam quickened his steps and almost caught me.
Dropping the gun, I twisted away from him, but I was too slow. His arm sneaked around my waist, and he caught me just as I’d started running away. His chest cushioned my fall and I grunted with the force he drew me to himself. He circled his arms around me and whispered into my ear.
“Thank you for making him laugh, Lucy. But…”
I didn’t melt, nor did my heart quicken. Not at all. Zilch. I didn’t like him very much after all.
“I’m afraid I have to take you down. Aiden!” he shouted, and Aiden appeared in front of us, holding his weapon high.
“Aiden! Man down! Help me, little human!” I shouted.
“Let her go, Daddy!”
“Come and get her if you want her so much,” Adam replied, and his arms gave me a light squeeze as he leaned down and secretly pressed his lips against my neck.
The son of a bitch!
“I’ll save you, Lucy!”
Feeling free, safe, and happy, I dropped my head back on Adam’s shoulder and our eyes met. The smile that was stretching my lips slowly disappeared when I saw the look in his eyes.
“You can’t look at me like that,” I whispered as he slowly backed us up. Despite all the cold water I’d shot at him, his body was surprisingly warm against my back. And firm. And mouthwatering. And heart-quickening.
“Why not?”
“Because I’m not supposed to like you.”
The smile he gave me was soft and then suddenly his fingers were laced with mine against my chest. “But I like you very much, Lucy.”
And just like that, before I could curse him, there was cold water all over my face.
“Aiden!” I sputtered as Adam’s chest shook with laughter.
“I’m shooting at him, Lucy! You’re in my way!”
“Aim at his face!” I yelled back.
“He got you!”
“He is right,” Adam repeated his son’s words. “I think I got you.”
“Think again,” I muttered and gave him a pitiful push with my elbow. And then another. I was pretty sure I hurt myself more than I did him. Pathetic, I know…
He pulled me and we were falling back, and darn it, but I was still in his arms and couldn’t find it in me to complain.
We fell back into the pool with a big splash, and Adam let go of me. I swam back to the surface and gasped for air. As soon as Adam’s head was above the water, Aiden started spraying him with more water. I joined his son and splashed him as much as I could.
Adam lifted his arm and wiped the water off his eyes. After a mock growl, he yelled, “I’m coming for you, Aiden.”
I looked behind me to see Aiden squealing and running back inside the house. It was a good thing he’d remained fairly dry; I would’ve bet the hardwood floors and all those soft carpets had cost Adam some good money. When I turned my head back and saw Adam slowly swimming toward me, I panicked and tried my best to get away from him until my back hit the edge of the pool.
Adam dropped a little under water until all I could see were those glittering green eyes. Then before I could control my heavy breathing and give my heart a good shake so it could get itself together, he was on me. His arms held on to the edge and trapped me in between his body and the tiled wall of the pool.
“First, you,” he said and my eyes dropped to his mouth. He wasn’t breathing as hard as I was, but he didn’t look all that calm either. “You have anything to say? Maybe an apology so I’ll take it easier on you?” he asked and my eyes jumped up to his.
“Why would I apologize?”
“For ambushing me.”
I tilted my head and tapped at my lips a few times with my index finger. “Nope.”
And just like that his lips were on mine. I grunted and tried to push his chest off me, but then his hands grabbed one of mine from between us and laced our fingers again.
Damn him.
Damn him and his skillful tongue that had just pushed its way into my mouth.
I’m an avid reader. Therefore, a big dreamer. I love nothing more than to escape real life to find those very few magical moments in a book. I love how it has the power of stealing your worries away, putting a smile on your face, and of course sometimes making you crush on fictional characters. If I can manage to do even one of those things for a reader, I will be a happy writer.
Publishing my debut novel, I’m Yours is the scariest thing I’ve probably ever done before. However, it is also by far the most exciting thing. I can only hope to become a better writer with each new book.
My beautiful girl (A Golden Retriever) is my sunshine all year around, but I still prefer Fall over any other seasons. Danishes, In&Out Burger, Mint Chocolate Chip Ice Cream, and Peanut Butter M&M’s will always stay as my guilty pleasures, and they can also double as bribes!


Filthy English
By Ilsa Madden-Mills

Filthy English by Ilsa Madden- Mills releases on July 11th!
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Author: Ilsa Madden-Mills
Cover: Luminos Graphic House
Model: Quinn Biddle
Photography: David Vance

*A Standalone Book*


A smokin’ hot British player…

A jilted girl…

One night of mistaken identity…

Two weeks before her wedding, Remi Montague’s fiancĂ© drops her faster than a drunken sorority girl in stilettos. Armed with her best friend and a bottle of tequila, she hops a plane to London to drown her sorrows before fall semester begins at Whitman University.

She didn't plan on attending a masquerade party.

She sure didn’t plan on waking up next to the British bad boy who broke her heart three years ago—the devastatingly handsome and naked Dax Blay. Furthermore, she has no clue how they acquired matching tattoos.

Once back at Whitman together, they endeavor to pretend they never had their night of unbridled passion in London.

But that’s damn hard to do when you live in the same house…

One night. Two damaged hearts. The passion of a lifetime.

*A modern love story inspired by Romeo and Juliet*

About the Author

New York Times and USA Today best-selling author Ilsa Madden-Mills writes about strong heroines and sexy alpha males that sometimes you just want to slap.

She's addicted to all things fantasy, including unicorns and sword-wielding heroes in books. Other fascinations include frothy coffee beverages, dark chocolate, Instagram, Ian Somerhalder (seriously hot), astronomy (she's a Gemini), Sephora make-up, and tattoos.

She has a degree in English and a Master's in Education.

When she's not pecking away on her computer, she shops for cool magnets, paints old furniture, and eats her weight in sushi.

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