Monday, August 15, 2016




Neighbor Dearest is LIVE and on limited-time release sale for $3.99 (Changing to $4.99 after release. This will be the ONLY sale.) A sexy STANDALONE friends-to-lovers story that does NOT have to be read in conjunction with any other book.



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Blurb

A STANDALONE NOVEL that does NOT need to be read in conjunction with any other book.



From New York Times bestselling author, Penelope Ward, comes a friends-to-lovers story with sexy new characters.



After getting dumped, the last thing I needed was to move next door to someone who reminded me of my ex-boyfriend, Elec.



Damien was a hotter version of my ex.



The neighbor I’d dubbed “Angry Artist” also had two massive dogs that kept me up with their barking.



He wanted nothing to do with me. Or so I thought until one night I heard laughter coming through an apparent hole in my bedroom wall.



Damien had been listening to all of my phone sessions with my therapist.



The sexy artist next door now knew all of my deepest secrets and insecurities.



We got to talking.



He set me straight with tips to get over my breakup.



He became a good friend, but Damien made it clear that he couldn’t be anything more.



Problem was, I was falling hard for him anyway. And as much as he pushed me away, I knew he felt the same…because his heartbeat didn’t lie.



I thought my heart had been broken by Elec, but it was alive and beating harder than ever for Damien.



I just hoped he wouldn’t shatter it for good.



Author's note – Neighbor Dearest is a full-length standalone novel. Due to strong language and sexual content, this book is not intended for readers under the age of 18.



About the Author:

Penelope Ward

Penelope Ward is a New York Times, USA Today and #1 Wall Street Journal Bestselling author. She grew up in Boston with five older brothers and spent most of her twenties as a television news anchor, before switching to a more family-friendly career. She is the proud mother of a beautiful 11-year-old girl with autism and a 9-year-old boy. Penelope and her family reside in Rhode Island.



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Stuck-Up Suit: (co-written with Vi Keeland)









Cocky Bastard: (co-written with Vi Keeland)






Sins of Sevin:








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Jake Undone (Jake #1):














My Skylar







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THANK YOU!
 
Title: Epic Lies
Series: Epic Fail #2
Author: Trudy Stiles
Release Date: June 27, 2016
 
 
 
DAX ANDERSON has always been the one to keep it all together. 

~ His family~
~ His friends~ 
~ His band~

His heart is huge, but guarded. He’s the best friend. The protector. The shoulder to cry on. But he’s never been able to protect his own heart or himself. Lies from his not-so-distant past have destroyed his outlook on love - until he meets her.

GISELLE ANDREWS is confident and happy, but cautious. She’s learned to overcome many obstacles despite her past. She’s fiercely loyal and loves beyond measure. When she’s reminded of her past and the pain that she lived through, will her perfect world begin to crumble?

What connects Dax and Giselle, and will the EPIC LIES that they’ve lived through destroy their future?

EPIC LIES is the second book in the EPIC FAIL series and can be read as a STANDALONE novel. 

This series is a spinoff of the FOREVER FAMILY series.
 
 
 
 
 
“Giselle…”
 
I turn to see him staring at me. Staring into me.
 
My cheeks flush, and I’m not sure if it’s from the wine or his proximity to me. His presence does something to me that I haven’t felt in a very long time. My pulse quickens, and I remember how I felt the night he came to my house, when I thought he was going to kiss me. How much I wanted him to. Now I want it more than ever.
 
I lick my lips and taste remnants of wine and strawberry Chapstick. “Dax?”
 
His gaze falls to my lips, and I lick them again, nervously.
 
“Fuck,” he mutters and exhales harshly.
 
“What?” I ask. My God, what is he waiting for?
 
“You–you’re beautiful. And I don’t know why, but I can’t get you out of my head. I haven’t been able to since that day. And I want to say so much, do so much. And I’m restraining myself. But you’re here. Why the fuck are you here?” His rambling is confusing me. He just said so much but nothing at all.
 
“Why are you mad at me?” The vibe that’s coming off of him is–intense. He’s frustrated and seems angry. “I swear to God I didn’t follow you here.” Tears threaten to spill out of my eyes. Get a grip, Giselle.
 
“What?” He looks at me and his eyes soften. “No. No, I’m not mad at you at all. And I believe you, I don’t think you followed me. You couldn’t have possibly known I was coming here. I’m not even checked into the hotel under my real name,” he mutters.
 
“Oh.” I’m still confused. His demeanor is constantly contradicting his mood swings. I can’t tell if he wants to kiss me or strangle me. “Then why are you acting this way?”
 
“I’m not good at this,” he answers.
 
“Good at what? Talking to someone?” I press.
 
“Restraining myself,” he says, and I tense up, my pulse racing.
 
“Jesus, Dax. Then don’t.”
 
 
 
 
Trudy Stiles is a USA Today Bestselling Author, writer of New Adult Romance, mom to two beautiful children, and married to the love of her life. She’s the author of the bestselling Forever Family series including Dear Emily, Dear Tabitha, and Dear JulietEpic Sins and Epic Lies are the first books in the Epic Fail series and will continue with at least two more standalone novels, Epic Love and Epic Holiday. She plans to write many more stories about some of the characters you’ve already met, and maybe a few new ones. Emily will get her own story, Sincerely, Emily, to be released in 2017.
 
She’s also a contributing author to the USA Today Bestselling anthology, F*cking Awkward, a hilarious group of short stories sure to make you cringe, laugh and everything in between. All proceeds from this project benefited The Bookworm Box and its charities.
 
Trudy is a music junkie and you’ll know that she’s writing when you see her plugged into her laptop with her earbuds in. Her playlist is unique and is a must for her writing sprints.
 
When she’s not writing, she’s carting her children to their various activities while avoiding any kind of laundry or housework. She also loves to run along the boardwalk of the beautiful New Jersey shore.
 
She celebrates Wine Wednesday almost every day.
 
 




Title: I Can't Die Alone
Author: Regina Bartley
Genre: New Adult/Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Regina Wamba, Mae I Design & Photography
 Release Date: August 21, 2016



Blurb

She was alone on a journey to find a man she’d never met. She had a backpack filled with three days worth of clothing, and old photograph, and a letter dated 1997. With one goal in mind she set out to find the man from the letter, the man named Benjamin Cooper. The only thing that she knew about this man was that he was married to her mother many years ago, and according to his letter he loved her. That was the only conformation she needed to search for him.

Tori Holt had no family left that she knew of, and one chance to find someone to share her last days with. Otherwise, she’d die alone. The doctors said she wouldn’t live to see her twenty-first birthday, the birthday that was only three months away. Time was not on her side, but she didn’t care. Tori knew right from the beginning that this journey wouldn’t be easy. But it didn’t stop her, because nothing about her life had been easy. 

Then she met Bo, the handsome boy who kept her company on a park bench. Bo was the son of a man named Benjamin, the man from a letter dated 1997. 

The hardest part about finding love is letting it go.
The easiest part about the journey is the moment it all makes sense.







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Author Bio

Regina is a contemporary romance writer from Kentucky. She lives there with her husband, kids, dog and cat. She can be found behind her computer, a good book, or watching sports. She loves to hear from her readers.



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Title: Joint Venture
Series: Venture #4
Author: Kristen Luciani
Release Date: Aug 29, 2016
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Notorious celebrity playboy A.J. Morgan has more emotional baggage than notches on his well-used bedpost, but bleached blonde, silicone-enhanced three-ways and excess of whiskey are all the therapy he needs.
 
Live to indulge, indulge to fill the voids.
 
Those are his rules…. until he meets cunning financial analyst-slash-sexy club singer Lisa Embry, a woman whose heart is surrounded by more barbed wire than a high-security prison. 
 
Rules? What rules?
 
One lust-filled romp with his female alter-ego turns A.J. into an addict in need of his next fix and he’ll pay any price for another hit.
 
But he soon finds out Lisa has her own rules… ones that can never be broken.
 
 
 
 
 
I’m a starving man. Get your delicious ass over here so I can feast on you.
 
Mmm, yes. The come hither text. Pun intended. Exactly what Lisa needed… a few steamy hours with Danny’s hot body plastered on top of her writhing one. It was a necessary diversion to close the book on this week. And after that? Vodka. Anything to numb her mind. She’d tried to focus, holed up at the office, crunching numbers until her eyes grew bleary and bloodshot, all with the hope she could ignore the painful reality that reared its ugly head every time her mother established contact.
 
Sex was about the only thing she was willing to offer since her emotional state was about as stable as a one-legged elephant walking a tightrope. Her story wasn’t unique – deadbeat dad took off with a busty blond mistress, leaving his wife and daughter to pick up the jagged pieces of their once-happy lives. Yep, relationships equated to devastation, and carnal urges always trumped romance.
 
Ding!
 
The elevator door creaked open and she almost choked on her next breath. Holy crap on a cracker. The tiny enclosure was graced by the presence of a single passenger who could only be described as Eros personified. She allowed her eyes to rake the length of his muscular body with the ferocity of a tiger stalking its prey. Danny who?
 
Tall with thick, dark hair, sinful lips, and an amazing ass – that last observation courtesy of the mirrors flanking him on all sides. A tight, white T-shirt clung to his broad chest and her fingers tightened around the handle of her laptop bag, itching to trace every last ripple. Sweet Jesus, she needed to get laid.
 
His gaze never left the phone in his hand as she stepped inside. And damn, it was a huge, powerful hand. The other one was tucked into the front pocket of his low-rise, hip-skimming black jeans but good Lord, it would feel so nice burrowed somewhere else.
 
Her pulse throbbed as the car sailed toward the lobby much too quickly for her liking. A few more seconds and Adonis would wander out of her life forever, not that it mattered. His face was a mask of indifference; it never once shifted, nor did his eyes wander in her direction. Must be a model, and a gay one at that. She’d run into more than her fair share on this very elevator since one of the top agencies on the West Coast occupied a floor of the building. But she’d still give her right arm for another few seconds to indulge in the X-rated fantasies looping through her lust-tinged mind. Maybe her left arm, too.
 
A sudden and powerful lurch rocketed her against the back wall. She gripped the handrail, heart thundering in her chest. The lights flickered tauntingly until everything faded to blackness. What the fu--?
 
She blinked a few times, eyes struggling to focus. Shallow breaths escaped her lips. They were stuck in a metal box that weighed hundreds of thousands of pounds, suspended by cables that could snap at any second—Dammit! Why hadn’t she taken the stairs? Another jerk made her stomach clench. “Oh my God, oh my God,” she whimpered, clutching the rail. “I don’t want to die. Not tonight.”
 
“Big plans?”
 
“Don’t talk! You’ll use up all the oxygen.” A lump formed in her throat, each gulp of air harder and harder to pull into her lungs. Beads of perspiration formed on the back of her neck, chest tight. What if they didn’t know there were people in the elevator? And how would they get help? It was too dark to see the alarm button—
 
She let out a bloodcurdling scream as the car dropped what felt like a hundred feet before it yanked back upward. Elevator cables weren’t like bungee cords. There was no slack. They just snapped.
 
A small bright light revealed a lazy smile and deep-set eyes that could singe her insides under normal circumstances, when she wasn’t a few feet away from meeting certain fiery death at the bottom of an elevator shaft. “Relax. Just hit the alarm button.”
 
Teeth chattering, she shook her head. “I’m too scared to move.”
 
He jabbed the button and nothing. No response, except the palpitations that assaulted her heart.
 
Tears formed in her eyes, her breathing ragged. “It’s not working. We’re going to die in here. They’ll be too late to save us. Nobody knows we’re even in here!” She clutched her chest, squinting in the light emitted by his phone. “I’m having a fucking heart attack. I’m going to die in an elevator. God only knows if they’ll be able to recognize our mangled bodies after the crash.” The golf ball-sized lump morphed into a grapefruit with the pass of each agonizing second. “Why aren’t you talking?” she shouted.
 
“You told me not to.”
 
“So why did you listen? I’m clearly hysterical!”
 
“Clearly.”
 
Her hands grew clammy, sweat now drizzling down her back. This was it. No sex. No vodka. Just impending death. “I need to get to a hospital,” she choked. “I’m too young to survive a heart attack. I won’t make it!”
 
The phone light faded and they were once again immersed in blackness.
 
Lisa let out a gasp. “What happened to the—”
 
Soft, yet demanding lips pressed against hers, extinguishing all coherent thought. Sweet, sugary, bubble gum flavored lips. Strong hands caressed the sides of her face, stroking the loose strands of hair now matted to her neck. Tiny shivers danced across her damp skin as the coiling warmth of his tongue probed and plundered her eager mouth. Oh Lord, they must already be dead because this was heaven… a better one than she’d ever dreamed.
 
Minutes passed. Or maybe hours. Overhead light illuminated the elevator car, the motor roaring back to life. But his mouth was so insistent that she could do nothing other than comply with its very wanton wishes. Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him close, longing to feel his—
 
Ding! It was the one sound that could break the intoxicating spell. He ran a hand through his tousled hair and strode through the elevator doors as they opened without so much as a backward glance. No effing way. Lisa Embry was not one to be ignored.
 
“Hey!” she sputtered as she followed, still breathless. “What the hell was that? You can’t just go around assaulting random helpless women!”
 
“You’re far from helpless. Besides, I didn’t hear any complaints when I had you pinned against the wall. Maybe you need to have a chat with that tongue of yours… and some of the other body parts that were edging in on the action.” He turned, a wicked gleam reflected in his alluringly deviant eyes.
 
Whaat?” Her stilettos clicked on the marble floor as she stomped toward him. “You’re a disgusting pig. I panicked, you saw an opportunity and took it.” Two could play that insidious little game. Standing down, her lips curled into a smirk. “Poor thing. Are you really that desperate?”
 
“That’s supposed to be a rhetorical question, right?”
 
Her fists clenched at her sides, twitching, aching to knock that smug look off his beautiful face. “You’re a real asshole. Who the hell do you think you are?”
 
A cocky smile appeared, revealing a dimple in his left cheek. “I just prevented a heart attack. Call me God.”
 
 
 
Kristen Luciani is a self-proclaimed momtrepreneur, beauty product junkie, and romance author with a penchant for Christian Louboutins, Silicon Valley, plunging necklines and grapefruit martinis.  As a deep-rooted romantic who prefers juicy drama to fill the lives of anyone other than her, she tried her hand at creating a world of enchantment, sensuality, and intrigue, finally uncovering her true passion. No pun intended…
 
 

 
Title: Why Lie?
Author: Carey Heywood
Release Date: Sept 12, 2016
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Why Lie?
 
People here think they know me.
They assume things about me because of the way I dress and my tattoos.
I am so much more.
 
I thought you saw that.
 
So, I let you in.
You made it easy to fall for you.
Turns out I was the only one falling.
I hope you're happy.
No, that's a lie and you're better than I am at telling those.
 
 
 
 
New York Times & USA Today bestselling author with 13 books out and many more to come. She was born and raised in Alexandria, Virginia. Ever the mild-manner citizen, Carey spend her days working in the world of finance, and at night, she retreats into the lives of her fictional characters.
 
Supporting her all the way are her husband, three sometimes-adorable children, their nine-pound attack Yorkie and their needy Ninja cat.