Monday, October 24, 2016

Deadly Design by Brandy L Rivers
Series: Others of Edenton, Book # 9
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: October 24th

Some deadly designs can right the wrongs of the past…

Years ago, Erik Mortale loved and lost Monique when he chose his path. He wanted to make a difference, to change the mages’ perspective of Other casters. Erik made great strides until a death tore them apart.

Monique DeSandre has been burned repeatedly by the Silver Council and their misconceptions of Enchanters. The designer has made a name for herself as the leading supplier of magically enhanced clothing. As much as she’s tried to leave Erik in the past, she can’t let go, no matter their differing views.

The new magister has created a new Diverse Special Forces program. Once again Erik has been brought back as one of the high-ranking Enforcers as well as a trainer. However, an elitist mage wants to destroy the group and has chosen Erik as the scapegoat.

With tensions rising, Monique will fight for the man she’s pushed away for years. But is it too late to fix what’s broken? And can they prove Erik isn’t the one behind the ritualistic murders?


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Sinfully attractive playboy Nolan Zimmerman was born into a wealthy family, but maintains grueling hours to keep the reputation of his grandmother’s beloved bar as one of the hottest spots in New York. Sexy and independent Sofia Kendall has made her way to the top as a high powered attorney, and she doesn’t have time for men in general. When Sofia is offered a transfer to Manhattan, she’s eager to reconnect with her family but unprepared for a scandalous love affair.

Upon first meeting several years ago, the circumstances didn’t allow Sofia and Nolan to explore the initial spark of chemistry. And as fate would have it, their chances of starting something doesn’t look too favorable the second time around either. Once they decide they can’t be anything more than friends, is there no going back, or will their unrelenting desire for each other be too strong to resist?

Warning: This book is filled with serious angst and star-crossed lovers. If you’re looking for a sexy tale with steamy love scenes, sit back and enjoy the story.


When I close in on Sharlo, now perched on one of the bar stools, I stop dead in my tracks. Sofia Kendall stands wedged in-between a few guys waiting to put their orders. Navy wool coat draped over her arm, she glances around the bar, her gaze relaxed and curious. With her pale blond hair swept into a neat knot low on the back of her head, the delicate features of her neck and chin are on clear display. She’s a total knockout.
Not only that, but the woman knows how to dress to impress. The tasteful sapphire dress showcases her curvy body without being tacky or revealing too much of her tits. Her no-nonsense attitude alone seems to say she made the right career choice by becoming an attorney. Her bright blue eyes are as intimidating as the way she carries herself, shoulders taut and chin high, but it seems something about her has changed since I had the pleasure of seeing her last.
Two summers ago, I met Sofia just moments after she arrived at Evelyn and Charlie’s beach house in the Hamptons. We didn’t have the best introduction—not only did I knock her into the bushes, but she insinuated that I was a playboy and gave me the cold shoulder. It was hardly an hour later when Sharlo was struck down by some psychotic driver with a grudge against her father. Sofia was there to witness it happen, and somehow took on the burden of the accident, saying it was her fault. I never got all the details even though we spent countless hours together in the ER, waiting for Sharlo to wake from a coma.
Sofia leaned on me both literally and emotionally, but the situation didn’t allow for any meaningful conversation and it was shit timing to make any kind of move. Her internship forced her to leave before I had the chance to grow a pair and see if there was something between us worth exploring. Of course I would meet someone with potential who lived way the hell down in Texas. Bright, beautiful, no-nonsense, sophisticated, driven, she has the capability to be everything I could want in a woman.
The low burn in my balls from earlier returns when I take another sweeping glance at her figure. How the fuck did I forget that Sharlo told me she’d be coming to visit for the baby shower? But isn’t that in a few weeks? Hell, I don’t know dates without looking at my phone.
Scolding myself to man-up, I close the distance between myself and the women, stopping to scratch my fingertips along Sharlo’s scalp.
“Surprised to see you here,” I say.
“Merely because I’m as unsightly as a blowfish in heat doesn’t mean I’m unable to show my future sister-in-law a good time. But trust me when I say you don’t want to know what I’d do for a shot of whiskey at this point.” My friend turns to me with a sideways smirk before kissing my cheek. With a glow to her cobalt eyes, she taps Sofia on the shoulder. “Love, you remember my mate, Nolan?”
Even though I keep the bar’s lighting dim enough to help everyone relax and unwind, I swear I see a flush fill Sofia’s cheeks when she looks over her shoulder from a few feet away. Not the kind of reaction I’d expect from the hard-nosed law student I met once upon a time.
Fuck. I forgot how irresistible I found her. Her body felt so soft and delicate against mine as she slept in the hospital chair at my side, her silky hair draped over my arm and her jasmine scent driving me wild. It was like having a fucking steak dangled in front of my face. And not just any steak—a filet mignon aged to perfection.
“Yes, of course.” She recovers with a graceful smile. “How are you, Nolan?”
For a split second I consider throwing her the line, better now that you’re here, but think better of it. Someone as polished as Sofia Kendall wouldn’t appreciate the lame attempt at humor. She may be the only woman I’ve met who’s completely out of my league for countless reasons.
“I’m doing well,” I answer with a solid smile, jamming my fingers inside my jeans pockets when it’s clear she won’t be offering her hand any time soon. “Welcome back to the city.”

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Jennifer Ann is the pen name used by Jen Naumann when writing steamy romance novels with complex love stories. Like her characters, she's in love with the city of New York, rock concerts, and Marines. Sometimes you can catch her driving a tractor alongside her husband in southern Minnesota while trying to keep up with the madness of their four active children.

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The Hitman’s Possession
Tia Lewis
(A Bad Boy Mafia Romance, #1)
Publication date: October 19th 2016
Genres: Dark Hitman Romance
I’m a hard, ruthless, and brutal killer… but I’m not letting her go.
I’m the most feared man in South Boston. I’ve earned that title and the nickname “The Animal.” Women may think it’s because I’m wild in bed, and one night with me and they’d f*cking know it.
But there’s a darker reason for my reputation… I think nothing about ending a life. Feelings are a luxury I can’t afford.
Until her.
I hear Tess cry for help and I give into the urge to help her. One look at her and I knew I had to risk it all to rescue her. I’m no knight in shining armor; I’m saving her so I can keep the sexy spitfire for myself.
But the mob wants her back. She wasn’t meant to live through that night.
No f*cking way I’m going to let that happen. Tess ignites a fire within me like nothing I’ve ever known. Her legs are meant to be wrapped around me, and only me. I’ll take on the whole Russian mob ―hell, the whole world―to keep the one woman who’s meant to belong to me.
I’ll kill every bastard that tries to take her away. She can try to run, but she’s not getting away from this hitman. She’s my possession now.
The Hitman’s Possession is a full-length dark romance novel that’s intended for mature audiences only. This novel address issues of a serious nature, including violence surrounding the nature of consent. This novel contains very disturbing situations, graphic language and violence and explicit sexual content. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

We ate in silence, and she took the containers to the trash. When she returned, she bit her lip. It was a look I couldn’t read. I had no clue what she was trying to say. I just wanted to grab her luscious ass and see how she felt when I was deep inside of her. I didn’t care about any looks she would give me, unless she was on her back, legs in the air and looking wide-eyed up at me.
“So, Liam… let’s’ cut to the chase. Am I really your prisoner in this… dump?”
I wickedly laughed. “I think you know the answer to that.”
“I guess it’s official then?”
“Yeah. Besides, you don’t want to leave anyway.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Because if you go, you think you’ll come face to face with a ruthless Russian covered in prison tattoos, ready to finish what those bastards in the alley started. You have no choice but to stay with me. Like I said before, make yourself at home.”
She looked at the ground. The situation was clear. She was scared shitless of the Russians, and she wanted my protection. What wasn’t clear was why the Russians would have anything to do with some young woman. She didn't give off the same type of vibe that most whores seem to have. She was also too feisty and didn’t have the dead eyes of being beaten down by life, or at least not yet. She was brave, too, or just plain stupid. You would have to be brave or stupid to run from the Russians like that. Whatever it came down to, it would mean work for me. It was always the same.
People always wanted something from a man like me, because I was willing to do the things that most people weren’t. I’d kill anyone if you paid me enough. However, I had one rule: no children. Maybe I was kidding himself, thinking my rule made me less than a monster.
Despite the seriousness of the situation, my mind kept dwelling on that hot body of hers. I’d love to have seen that ass bouncing on my cock as I pounded her deep from behind, one hand grabbing her hip, my other hand reaching around to her bouncing tits, pinching her nipples.
“It’s my bet you’ve made a big mess with the Russians,” I said. “A real big mess. So, I’m going to need you to tell me why they’re after somebody like you.”
She bit her lip and shook her head. “I can’t. I’m sorry,” she replied. “I don’t trust you yet.”
“Maybe you’re smarter than you look, then. Apart from that yet part. You should never trust me. Let me tell you that up front. Trust me, and you’ll be making a terrible mistake.”
“I don’t think you’re the monster you’re pretending to be. A monster wouldn’t have stopped when they heard my screams.”
“You’re wrong, Wendy,” I said, openly staring at her. “You just have to ask yourself what kind of monster would take a woman like you as my possession? I’m that kind.”
She looked away, crossing her legs and sighed. 

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Ciro Donati was many things:
My father’s most valued and trusted soldier.
My brother’s best friend and second in command.
And the only man I would give up everything for.

I fell hard for the Mafioso at the tender age of eleven. This beast of a man who I knew made people disappear—and probably enjoyed every second of it—was also the sixteen-year-old boy who had picked me up after I’d fallen flat on my face during my dance recital and told me I was the best ballerina he’d ever seen. He’s watched over me, protected me like I was the most precious thing in the world to him.

And then he sent me away.

Scarlett Vitucci was many things:
The daughter of the biggest Cosa Nostra boss from New York to Chicago.
The sister of the man I would gladly take a bullet for.
And the only woman I would ever love.

Sending her away was the hardest thing I’ve ever done, but I didn’t deserve her or her love. For three years I stayed away, ignoring the gnawing ache that her absence left in my chest. Now, she was back and fighting what I felt for her was impossible. Letting her go had been a huge mistake.

One I would never repeat.


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            The last thing I remembered was dancing at some club downtown with my sister. Victoria had needed a night out so we had gone out for drinks and to unwind with some dancing. Id needed to go to the bathroom but shed been so lost in her own misery that Id left her at the bar before going alone. I wasnt expecting to be gone for more than five minutes. Id walked into the bathroom and then Nothing. I didnt remember anything after that. Not even relieving myself.

            Was Victoria okay? The thought had a new fear piercing my chest and anger burning through my veins.

            Had they taken her as well? Was she in another room, hurt and afraid?

            Just thinking about the possibility had my nausea threatening to overtake me and I nearly retched. Id slaughter anyone who touched my sister.

            I closed my eyes as I listened for signs of life outside the room I was in. Nothing. No creaking boards. No TV. No traffic. No birds chirping. If Victoria was there she wasnt making herself known. Where the hell was I? The lack of noise was almost deafening and for a moment I had the real fear that they had fucked my head up so bad that Id lost my hearing.

            Another moan left me and my heart lifted slightly in relief as the sound echoed off the walls.

            Damn it. I had to stop that.

            A new sound reached me. Scratching feet that sounded like they were in the walls. Mice? Rats? Opossums? Maybe a raccoon? Hell, I didnt know, and as long as they stayed in the walls I would be just fine. If I saw one though Damn, I needed to pee so bad.


            I swallowed back his name, knowing if I spoke it aloud then there would be no force in the world to keep my tears at bay. I wanted Ciro. Needed him more in this moment than Id ever needed him before. I knew he would come. Ciro would save me.

            And then hed help me kill

            Ciro. I need you.



Terri Anne Browning is the USA TODAY bestselling author of The Rocker...Series. She started writing her own novellas at the age of sixteen, forcing her sister to be her one woman fan club. Now she has a few more readers and a lot more passion for writing. Being dyslexic, she never thought a career in writing would be possible, yet she has been on best selling lists multiple times since 2013. Reese: A Safe Haven Novella was her first Indie published book. The Rocker Who Holds Me changed the tables and kicked off The Rocker... series featuring the sinfully delicious members of Demon's Wings. The Rocker... Series has since expanded to OtherWorld with Axton Cage and his band members. Other books by Terri Anne include the Angel's Halo MC Series as well as The Lucy & Harris Novella Series. Terri Anne lives in Virginia with her husband, their three demons---err, children--and a loveable Olde English Bulldog named Link.



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stirred-350px-web1 About Stirred: Warning: One kiss can lead to another...   Quirky cartoonist, Zoe Andreis puts her life on hold, flying back to the States to care for her ailing father. Spending her post-college years gallivanting all over Europe while capturing her adventures in comic form, Zoe grapples with the notion of being shackled to one city.   When she encounters Max Kiss, Zoe's true adventures begin. Although Max would love to branch out and take carefree and crazy chances of his own, he too is tied to LA, tending to his aging father. Stirred by Zoe's zest for life, Max longs for a future full of love and spontaneity.   While they struggle to find balance between caring for their parents and living a life of their own, Zoe and Max form a strong and sensual bond. When tough challenges surface, Zoe and Max search for a way to have the life they want without feeling the burden of guilt. Can they find of balance of duty and excitement while building a future together?

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The cab eased to the curb opposite the restaurant, the driver pointed his finger toward the address across the street where a solidly built Max waited. Zoe almost didn’t recognize Max Kiss without his uniform.

Unobserved, she watched him. He was leaning against the stucco of the restaurant wall. His folded arms were the first thing she noticed. The late afternoon sun glinted off the light brown hair dusting his forearms. She wondered if he’d gotten strong wrestling that huge steering wheel into submission eight hours a day.

Half his biceps were covered with a green and blue striped polo that did wonders for his eyes. But she suspected he already knew that. He was effortlessly handsome in the way of many European men she’d encountered over the years. She sometimes wondered if they were born with that flair. When Max finally looked up, his eyes found hers and didn’t look away. Her heart sped up a little. No, a lot. Hesitation gone, she crossed Vine on the red light and joined him outside the restaurant.

Before she could say hello, he pulled her close for the customary greeting she’d seen on the streets of Europe more times than she could count. Zoe fought with the dizziness his aftershave induced. Maybe it was hunger.

“Good news and bad news,” he said after he’d kissed her on both cheeks.

“What’s that?”

Max jerked a thumb at the front door of the bustling restaurant. “Rehearsal dinner.”

Zoe’s chest caved with unexpected sadness. For the twenty minutes in that cramped cab, she’d really been looking forward to dinner with Max. She needed something to get her out of her own head. Conversation about buses or Hungarian food had been a promised lifeline.

“That the bad news, right?”

“Yep,” he said, nodding. A small smile played around his lips, crinkling the skin around his yellow eyes, dimpling his cheek.

“What’s the good?”

He lifted a white plastic bag from a ledge. The restaurant’s logo was emblazoned on the side. There were at least four or five Styrofoam containers stuffed into the bag. “I got take out.”

“How’d you do that?”

“I pleaded with the owner in my best Hungarian. Told him it was our first date. He put together a little bit of everything for us.”

Zoe could feel heat rushing from her chest to her face. Then she wanted to pinch herself. Who was embarrassed by a date? He was attractive. She wanted to get to know him. This was what adults did before jumping into bed. And she very much wanted to—

“So…where shall we go to enjoy this feast?” she asked, cutting off her train of thought.

“I’m a couple of miles away.”

Zoe hesitated for only a second. What in the hell? Life was short. Hungarian food was good. Kissing Max may be even better. “Where’s your car? You have a car, right?”

“I don’t take the big orange bus everywhere,” Max said with a laugh. They walked several feet to a dark red Toyota that was a marriage between a station wagon and an SUV. Max pressed a fob and the car beeped while the door locks sprang open.

“Your chariot awaits,” he said with a flourish of his hand.

Zoe had to laugh because it was silly and chivalrous all at the same time.


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He's mysterious and alluring,
Dominant and powerful.
He keeps her grounded,
And lets her fly.

After a date ends in disaster, Zara Bandini is drawn into a conspiracy of dark lies and hidden motives. Bidding farewell to blissful ignorance, she must betray those who trust her to prevent evil from murdering innocent civilians.
Raven guides her, shields her, and seduces her…
Now Zara has to protect her heart while saving the world.


She’s strong and dedicated,
Committed and selfless.
She needs her touchstone,
But Raven’s not the same.

Reeling from the impact of recent tragedy, Raven isn’t as focused as the Kindred need him to be. When old enemies return without showing any respect, timetables at McCormack Manor change. The danger hasn’t dwindled. Only her Love has the strength and the ability to steer them through. He has to excel in his dominance or they may never survive.

Zara needs to fight to close ranks and to take her rightful place in the outfit without any hitches. She’s different now, faster and more dedicated. Her loyalty will be tested. In the name of the Kindred, she must do things she never thought she’d be capable of.


She’s shrewd and unforgiving,
Focused on her own agenda.
Her motives are selfish,
And she always gets her man.

Zara’s existence is unrecognizable from life before Raven. Given all they’ve lost, the Kindred are still trying to find their rhythm. Except when an almost impossible-to-refuse bid for Game Time comes in, they have to get their shit together fast.

Raven is hesitant, Swallow is sure, and Swift is right in the middle. Facts they’d always accepted as sacred are suddenly called into question. With the truth no longer certain, they have to be willing to do whatever it takes to rewrite history.

Warning: Contains explicit language and imagery. Suitable only for ages 18 and over.

Spreading her arms the width of her bed, Zara steadied her breathing. All she could do was try to obtain more information. Except she’d tried to approach Grant and every time he stonewalled her. Grant wasn’t interested in her input, he was in league with the terrorists and happy about it.
Raven was an option. She could confess all to him and pray that he didn’t take the information and bolt. She still didn’t know quite how he fit into this scenario or whose side he was on. People always said that serial killers looked like everyone else. Maybe the same was true for terrorists. They didn’t walk around wearing a button declaring their intent and they could probably be charming… not that Raven could be accused of that.
“What did I tell you?”
Recognizing the ease of his now familiar tone, Zara rolled her head to the side in time to see the floor lamp illuminate. Raven was seated in the corner chair as she’d anticipated he would be. Closing her eyes, she returned her head to its original position.
“Naughty,” Raven said. “I said you were a naughty girl, didn’t I?”
“What do you want?” she grumbled.
“Haven’t decided yet,” he murmured. His husky voice made her shiver, even with the heat of the shower still clinging to her skin, but the mental exertions of the day left her too drained to think about seduction.
“I’m not in a sexy mood. Can you come back tomorrow?”
“Busy tomorrow.”
“How long have you been sitting there?” she asked, rolling her head and peeking at him out of one eye.
“Long time,” he said. “You should probably turn on the lights when you’re walking into your bedroom naked.”
Rocking onto her side, she supported her head with a hand under her hair. “This may come as a surprise to you, Rave. But other men don’t sneak into my bedroom to skulk in the dark.”
“I prefer to think of it as loitering with intent,” he said.
The lamp went off and the sound of movement preceded his silhouette emerging in the frame of her window. Tipping her head back to look at him, Zara couldn’t make out his features, but could tell that he was taking off his tee shirt.
“Uh, what do you think you’re doing?” she asked, but he had already dropped onto the bed beside her.
One of his arms came around her ribs and he hauled her closer while his head fell to sample the line of her throat exposed beneath her supporting arm. “You opened the door,” he said, tracing his lips back and forth on her jaw line. “Until you tell me it’s closed again. You’re fair game.”
“I’m fair, what?” she asked, smacking his shoulder.
“You get as physical as you want,” he said. Rushing forward, he tackled her onto her back and pinned her down. With his hands on her upper arms, and his shins over her legs, she couldn’t move.
“You’re a physical guy,” she said. “You understand the physical.”
“Want me to teach you?” he asked.

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Having known from a young age that writing was her passion Scarlett has spent large portions of her life dreaming up men, and women, and putting them together to see what they get up to.
"The characters write the story. I just get it down on paper for them."
Finding her solace in books, reading and writing, have been her eternal companion through all the highs and lows in her life.
Now is time to let the characters flourish and to live forever as she shares them with you.
Good luck on your adventures.