Tuesday, February 14, 2017

Title: Jared’s Family
Series: Sequel to The Gift and Sam’s Temptation (can be read as a standalone)
Author: V.S. Morgan 
Genre: m/m, Interracial, Contemporary, Western 
Publisher: Decadent Publishing
Cover Designer: Tibbs Design
Release Date: February 14, 2017
After witnessing his mother’s death, a once outgoing preschooler is now a quiet shadow of himself. The little boy suffers nightmares and rarely speaks, choosing to use the basic sign language he learned in daycare. Desperate to help his little nephew, Virge Stevens takes a leave of absence from the LAPD to bring Donovan, known as D to Montana for the therapy he needs.

A chance meeting at the library changes Virge and his nephew’s lives forever.
Jared Malone is one of five brothers, right smack damn in the middle. He is the peacemaker and the one who gets shit done. When his younger brother gets sick, Jared fills in reading to small children at the library. There he encounters a tall, dark, and handsome stranger and his cute little boy. Jared is immediately drawn to Virge but is still dealing with the betrayal of an abusive ex.
As the Malone family welcomes them to the ranch and into their lives, Virge’s instant attraction for Jared grows, but the cowboy is fifteen years younger than him. Will he be rejected?
Both men have secrets. Secrets that could destroy the connection between them. Can they overcome the odds and find happiness together?

Another blond cowboy stood in the middle, working with a horse. He had a long rope around its neck, guiding it around the ring at a quick clip. The shirtless cowboy spoke in a firm yet quiet tone. Virge nearly choked on his tongue, eyeing the golden skin and muscles on display. This was their cowboy.
The man whistled, and the horse stopped. He rubbed its shoulder, his back to them, as they reached the ring’s split-rail fence.

“Daddy!” D shrieked, and the horse whinnied and shied, bumping into the man as it swung around.

“Whoa, easy, Spike,” the cowboy soothed.

Virge struggled to prevent his nephew from launching out of his arms while the cowboy calmed the large, skittish animal. He’d never been near a horse and was struck by its size and power, which the other man skillfully controlled. As the cowboy turned, Virge saw a tattoo on his chest. A redwing blackbird with a rainbow-hued ribbon dangling from its beak. His heart beat a little faster seeing the colorful ink. Could he be gay? The cowboy handed the rope to a dark-haired man before pulling on a T-shirt that stretched tight over those muscles. He suppressed a disappointed sigh.

Nate chuckled. “You’ve got some explaining to do, bro.”

“Hi, I’m Jared. I remember you from the library.” He approached with a rolling gait Virge found extremely sexy and offered his hand after wiping it against his denim-clad thigh. Damn, he was built all over and tall, just an inch or two shorter than his own height.

Virge shook his hand, hyperaware of the firm grasp of warm, work-hardened skin. “I’m Virge, and this is Donovan. He goes by D.”
“Glad you could make it out—”

“Why did he call Jared daddy?” Nate interrupted.

“He calls all men daddy and women mommy. If he especially likes someone, he adds their first names. D doesn’t talk much, so he must like Jared.” What about this cowboy had inspired his nephew to talk?
V.S. Morgan has lived all over the US but calls Minnesota her home now. Her family includes her hubby, teen son, and a menagerie of pets.
She's been writing stories since she could hold a pencil and dreams of happily-ever-afters - even for two hot men - because love knows no boundaries. V.S. writes IRMC contemporary, paranormal, and suspense m/m and m/f with heart. 
V.S. is a GLBT ally and a lifetime contributor of The Trevor Project.

Both eBooks are only 99c!

THE PRINCE & THE PLAYER (Dirty Players #1) By Tia Louise
Let the games begin... -Runaway Zelda Wilder will do whatever it takes to secure a better life for her and her sister Ava. -Crown Prince Rowan Westringham Tate will do whatever it takes to preserve his small country. -MacCallum Lockwood Tate will do whatever it takes to steal Zelda's heart. When Zee is blackmailed into humiliating the brooding future king, she never expects to be pulled into a web of international intrigue—or to fall for Rowan’s sexy younger brother Cal. Cal is determined to capture the beautiful player, but Zelda is in over her head with some very dangerous men. Time is running out, and it might be too late for the prince to save this player.
Get The Prince & The Player Today!
A PLAYER FOR A PRINCESS (Dirty Players #2) By Tia Louise
From the Mediterranean to the Caribbean, the game continues…
Zelda Wilder is on the run from the ruthless assassins who've decided she knows too much to live. Reformed playboy MacCallum Lockwood Tate isn't about to let the sexy player who stole his heart get away—if only he could decide whether he wants to save her or spank her for her dangerous choices. All of the players' skills are tested in this plot to capture a killer and save a princess. Cinderella meets Ocean's Eleven in this CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE featuring secrets, lies, royal high jinks, scams and double-crosses; breathless, swooning lust, cocky princes, dominant alpha future-kings, and crafty courtiers, who are not always what they seem.
PREORDER NOW AVAILABLE ON iBOOKS for DIRTY THIEF, coming on April 25th! PREORDER NOW: http://smarturl.it/DTiB
Woman's modern workspace
Don't miss out on DIRTY DEALERS - now live!
About the Author:
The “Queen of Hot Romance,” Tia Louise is the Award-Winning, International Bestselling author of the ONE TO HOLD series. From “Readers’ Choice” nominations, to picking up USA Today “Happily Ever After” nods, to winning “Favorite Erotica Author” (2015) and the “Lady Boner Award” (2014) (LOL!), nothing makes her happier than communicating with fans and weaving new tales into the Alexander-Knight world of stories. A former journalist, Louise lives in the center of the USA with her lovely family and one grumpy cat. There, she dreams up stories she hopes are engaging, hot, and sexy, and that cause readers rethink common public locations…
Connect with Tia!
Website: www.authortialouise.com Twitter: www.twitter.com/AuthorTLouise Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorTiaLouise/ Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7213961.Tia_Louise Amazon: http://amzn.to/2gcBA6k

Sybil Bartel
(Thrust, #2)
Publication date: March 20th 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
I’m not your boyfriend. I’m not the guy next door. I don’t even play nice.
My hands twisting in your hair, my whispered demand in your ear—I’m the fantasy you’ll wish you never had.
When I’m through with you, every inch of your body will know where I’ve been. You won’t crave more, you’ll beg for it. Because I’m not just the cocky smile with military hardened muscles you paid five grand for—I’m the experience you’ll never forget.
One night with me and you’ll know exactly why women pay me to be rough.

Author Bio:
Sybil Bartel grew up in Northern California with her head in a book and her feet in the sand. She dreamt of becoming a painter but the heady scent of libraries with their shelves full of books drew her into the world of storytelling. She loves the New Adult genre, but any story about a love so desperately wrong and impossibly beautiful makes her swoon.
Sybil now resides in Southern Florida and while she doesn’t get to read as much as she likes, she still buries her toes in the sand. If she isn’t writing or fighting to contain the banana plantation in her backyard, you can find her spending time with her handsomely tattooed husband, her brilliantly practical son and a mischievous miniature boxer…
But Seriously?
Here are ten things you probably really want to know about Sybil.
She grew up a faculty brat. She can swear like a sailor. She loves men in uniform. She hates being told what to do. She can do your taxes (but don’t ask). The Bird Market in Hong Kong freaks her out. Her favorite word is desperate…or dirty, or both—she can’t decide. She has a thing for muscle cars. But never reply on her for driving directions, ever. And she has a new book boyfriend every week—don’t tell her husband.
To find out more about Sybil Bartel, be sure to follow her on Twitter (she loves to hear about your favorite book boyfriend!), visit her website, like her on Facebook or join her Facebook group Book Boyfriend Heroes for exclusive excerpts and giveaways.


Title: Meant For You
A Sexy Flirty Dirty Standalone Romance
Author: Lili Valente
Genre: Hot Romantic Comedy
Release Date: February 14, 2017


Hot, hilarious, feel-good romance from the USA Today Bestselling author of Magnificent Bastard.

I was her first love, and I’m going to be her last…

On paper, I’ve got it all—good looks, good friends, a killer business, and gorgeous women throwing themselves at me from every corner of the globe. But I still can’t get one woman out of my f*cking head.

Her. Adeline Klein, the sexiest little smart ass in wire-rimmed glasses and a polka-dot bikini to ever bring a man to his knees.

God, she was something….

But I’m pretty sure she hates me. I’ve tried to track her down, but it’s like she dropped off the face of the earth. Then one day there she is—stranded on the side of the road, waiting for rescue, like Fate has arranged for me to be her knight in shining armor all over again.

Only she would clearly prefer to kick me in the balls. Or the face. Or maybe the balls and the face simultaneously. But do I let that keep me from making her come on the slopes or dampen the fire that flares between us every time we touch?

No way. Because some things—like sweet, wounded women with hearts of gold and souls of pure platinum—are worth fighting for.

Meant For You is a steamy Standalone second chance romance with a swoony HEA.

Purchase Links



Seconds later, I land flat on my back with an oof that’s echoed by the sled as it slaps down a few feet away and shivers across the snow to spin in a lazy circle near a very large rock. I’m staring at the rock, thinking about how much worse things would be right now if I’d fallen on it instead of the snow, and silently thanking the gods of sledding that I’m alive, when I hear a male voice shout—

“Fuck! Shit! Shit!”

—from somewhere overhead.

A moment later a steerable sled shoots off the ledge, soaring over my head to ram into a tree, splintering to pieces.

I flinch and cough, the breath rushing back into my lungs. I’m trying to roll over, figuring I’d better get up before my luck runs out and someone lands on top of me, when Nate’s head pops up above the snow bank. “Adeline! Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

My eyes narrow. “You.”

“Stay there, I’ll be right down,” he says, clearly not realizing that he’s the last person I want to see while I’m lying in the snow in a defeated heap.

“I don’t need help,” I call out, but I don’t try to get up again. I’ve already embarrassed myself enough in front of Nate. I refuse to give him the satisfaction of seeing me wallow around in a snowdrift like an artic walrus.

In what feels like no time, he’s found his way down to the scene of my humiliation and fallen to his knees beside me. “Just lie still.” The concern on his face as he tugs off his gloves is almost funny. Too bad I’m not in the mood to laugh anymore. “I have first aid training. Not a lot, but enough to see if anything’s broken. Can you tell me where it hurts?”

“It doesn’t hurt,” I insist, still making no move to rise. “I’m fine. You can leave.”

He scowls, and his eyes flash the way they do when he’s angry. Or turned on. Or maybe angrily turned on, though I’ve never personally seen him in that state. “You just sledded off a goddamned ledge, Adeline,” he says, voice rough. “And you’re not moving.”

“I don’t feel like moving,” I say stubbornly. “I’m enjoying a rest in the snow. So go away, Nate. Go, go, go away, and don’t come back another day.”

His breath rushes out. “That’s mature.”

“Yeah? Well, screw mature,” I say, the heat in my tone surprising me. “I did mature. I did all the mature while you were off hitting keg parties. I don’t have to do mature right now, and I don’t have to talk to you. So go away!”

Nate’s jaw clenches and I’m pretty sure he’s about to lose his temper in a fashion unlike anything I’ve seen from him before.

Instead he leans in, wrapping his hands around my wrists, pinning them to the snow. “I’m not going away,” he whispers inches from my lips, making my pulse spike. “Not until you let me get through to you, one way or another.”

“If you kiss me, I’m going to bite you,” I warn, heart racing.

“Fine by me. I like it when you bite.” And then he kisses me. He kisses me hard and deep and my stupid body lights up like a California brush fire.

My nerve endings ignite, and fireworks launch behind my closed eyes, and I moan into his mouth like he’s the best thing that’s ever happened to my lips. And he is, the bastard. He tastes so good, so incredibly good, like the first drink of water after hours spent boiling in the summer heat—fresh and clean and explosively delicious.

Also Available




Author Bio

U.S.A. Today Bestselling author Lili Valente has slept under the stars in Greece, eaten dinner at midnight with French men who couldn’t be trusted to keep their mouths on their food, and walked alone through Munich’s red light district after dark and lived to tell the tale.

These days you can find her writing in a tent beside the sea, drinking coconut water and thinking delightfully dirty thoughts.

Author Links


Love Story
Lauren Layne
(Love Unexpectedly #3)
Publication date: February 14th 2017
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
Over the course of one wild road trip, feuding childhood sweethearts get a second chance at love in this charming rom-com—a standalone novel from the USA Today bestselling author of Blurred Lines and Good Girl.
When Lucy Hawkins receives a job offer in San Francisco, she can’t wait to spread her wings and leave her small Virginia hometown behind. Her close-knit family supports her as best they can, by handing over the keys to a station wagon that’s seen better days. The catch? The cross-country trip comes with a traveling companion: her older brother’s best friend, aka the guy who took Lucy’s virginity hours before breaking her heart.
After spending the past four years and every last dime caring for his sick father, Reece Sullivan will do just about anything to break free of the painful memories—even if it means a two-week road trip with the one girl who’s ever made it past his carefully guarded exterior. But after long days of bickering in the car turn into steamy nights in secluded motel rooms, Reece learns that, when it comes to Lucy, their story is far from over. And this time, they just might have a shot at a happy ending.
“Spock, we’re giving you Horny!” my mom blurts out, apparently fed up with my denseness.
Her utterance is too much for my siblings to handle and they both burst out laughing, retreating into the kitchen to rejoin the party where there’s wine.
Oh what I wouldn’t give for wine right now.
“I, um . . . you’re giving me the car?” I ask.
“Because yours broke down,” my dad explains, walking forward to thump Horny’s dented hood.
“And this one’s . . . not broken down?” I ask skeptically.
Look, it’s not that I’m not grateful. My parents are trying to give me a car, I appreciate the sweetness of the gesture, it’s just . . .
Here’s the thing about Horny: he barely got us three kids through high school. I mean, Horny is the car that sputtered and shook making it the 3.2 miles to Jefferson High, no matter who was behind the wheel.
I’m even going to come all the way clean here and say that early on in my freshmen year, I was embarrassed showing up in Horny. Then I realized I was lucky to have a car at all, and well . . . I dunno, I guess Horny became a part of us Hawkins kids’ charm, because the station wagon was practically an institution from Craig’s high school reign all the way through Brandi’s.
But poor Horny quit working years ago. Much to Brandi’s chagrin, he gave up the ghost a mere two months before her high school graduation, and I spent the last bit of her senior year being picked up by my parents.
“He’s going to take you to California,” Dad says, giving the car another thump.
“Really?” I step forward and run a tentative finger along the familiar panel. He’s had a bath, so at least that’s something. “Because last I knew, he wouldn’t even make it out of the garage.”
“Yeah, well, we neglected him for a while, but he’s right as rain now,” Dad says, puffing out his chest as though Horny’s a fourth child.
“Like, as in he actually starts?”
“Purrs like a kitten,” my mom says with an emphatic nod, even though I know she doesn’t even like cats. “We didn’t believe it, but we took him to church on Sunday and there were no issues.”
I literally bite my tongue to keep from pointing out that this is hardly a feat. Sacred Presbyterian is 0.8 miles away from the house.
“You took Horny into a shop?” I ask, starting to warm to the idea of having a car again. I’m a little touched, actually. Money is tight for my parents. Dad’s a PE teacher, and Mom gives a mean winery tour, but the gig’s never paid much.
“Not exactly, it was more of a bartering situation,” Mom says.
“Yeah?” I say, going around to the driver’s seat, already giddy with the prospect of telling Oscar I’ll be able to come see him in Miami after all, even if I won’t exactly be riding in style.
“Reece agreed to fix him up.”
I’m lowering myself into the car as my dad says this, but I reverse so quickly I hit my head. My skull doesn’t even register the pain, because I’m too busy registering the hurt in my heart at the familiar name. “I’m sorry, what?”
“Reece,” my mom says, giving me a bemused look. “He’s always been handy with cars.”
“He fixed up the car in exchange for what?”
And then I feel—I actually feel—the air change around me as the side door to the garage opens, and a new presence sucks all the air out of the space.
I don’t turn around. I don’t move. But I feel his eyes on me. Over me.
“Reece is headed out to California too,” my oblivious mother chatters on. “It worked out perfectly actually. Now you two can ride together, and your dad and I don’t have to worry about you alone in the middle of nowhere with a twenty-something-year-old car.
They think the car is going to be the problem here? It’s not the car that’s toxic to me. It’s him.
Reece Sullivan. My brother’s best friend. My parents’ “other son.”
Slowly I force myself to turn, and even though I’m prepped, the force of that ice-blue gaze still does something dangerous to me.
He winks, quick and cocky, and I suck in a breath, and I have to wonder . . .
I wonder if my parents would feel differently about their little plan if they knew that their makeshift mechanic is the same guy that popped my cherry six years earlier under their very roof.
And then broke my heart twenty-four hours later.

Author Bio:
Prior to becoming an author, Lauren lived in Seattle with a cushy job in e-commerce/web-marketing. On a whim, she quit her job and moved to NYC to pursue a writing career. A year later, she had an agent and two publishing contracts.
She now lives in midtown Manattan where she writes full time, although has been known to be lured away from the computer by a well-made cocktail.

Tempt Me Now Available

   Tempt Me_J Kenner_300dpi

Sometimes passion has a price … When sexy Stark Security Chief Ryan Hunter whisks his girlfriend Jamie Archer away for a passionate, romance-filled weekend so he can finally pop the question, he’s certain that the answer will be an enthusiastic yes. So when Jamie tries to avoid the conversation, hiding her fears of commitment and change under a blanket of wild sensuality and decadent playtime in bed, Ryan is more determined than ever to convince Jamie that they belong together. Knowing there’s no halfway with this woman, Ryan gives her an ultimatum – marry him or walk away. Now Jamie is forced to face her deepest insecurities or risk destroying the best thing in her life. And it will take all of her strength, and all of Ryan’s love, to keep her right where she belongs…    

Amazon | Amazon UK | Print | iBooks | Kobo | Google Play

 “Kiss me,” he says, and I close my mouth over his, losing myself in the sensation of being body on body like this, so close I can’t tell if the heartbeat I’m feeling belongs to Ryan or me. We move slowly at first, but there’s no holding back, and soon our motions are frenzied. Soon, he’s exploding inside me. Soon, I shatter in his arms. “Oh, baby,” he murmurs when we’re sane again and he’s looking at my face with eyes filled with love. “You are so beautiful.” I bend and kiss him—my heart overflowing. And I can’t help but think how different it is with Ryan than the men I’d been with before. Before, when a guy called me beautiful, I’d mentally cringed, at least a little. Because the truth is, I am beautiful. It’s not an ego thing—it’s just an empirical fact. It’s useful, and I’ve definitely traded on it. But it’s not who I am. Not the heart of me. And in my life BR— Before Ryan—whenever a guy called me beautiful, I never knew if he cared about me, or if he was just happy to have a pretty piece of a**. With Ryan, I know without a doubt that he loves me. And the beauty he sees in me is more than what a camera sees. He sees the whole woman. A lover, a friend. He sees a girl he can laugh with. That he can talk to. A woman to spend long, lazy nights with. A woman with hopes and dreams and fears and doubts. He sees me. Jamie Archer. And that’s a really nice feeling. “I love you,” I say, those little words just spilling out of me. “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.” The moment I say the words, though, I regret them. Not because they aren’t true—they are. But because I can see the response on Ryan’s face, though he knows enough not to say the words out loud. If that’s true, then why won’t you marry me?  
Julie - J Kenner Author Photo
J.Kenner (aka Julie Kenner) is the New York Times, USA Today, Publishers Weekly, Wall Street Journal and #1 International bestselling author of over seventy novels, novellas and short stories in a variety of genres.
Though known primarily for her award-winning and international bestselling erotic romances (including the Stark and Most Wanted series) that have reached as high as #2 on the New York Times bestseller list, JK has been writing full time for over a decade in a variety of genres including paranormal and contemporary romance, “chicklit” suspense, urban fantasy, and paranormal mommy lit.
JK has been praised by Publishers Weekly as an author with a “flair for dialogue and eccentric characterizations” and by RT Bookclub for having “cornered the market on sinfully attractive, dominant antiheroes and the women who swoon for them.” A five time finalist for Romance Writers of America’s prestigious RITA award, JK took home the first RITA trophy awarded in the category of erotic romance in 2014 for her novel, Claim Me (book 2 of her Stark Trilogy). Her Demon Hunting Soccer Mom series (as Julie Kenner) is currently in development with AwesomenessTV/Awestruck.
Her books have sold over three million copies and are published in over twenty languages.
In her previous career as an attorney, JK worked as a clerk on the Fifth Circuit Court of Appeals, and practiced primarily civil, entertainment and First Amendment litigation in Los Angeles and Irvine, California, as well as in Austin, Texas. She currently lives in Central Texas, with her husband, two daughters, and two rather spastic cats.
Title: Happily Ever Alpha 
Genre:  Alpha Romance
Release Date: February 13, 2017 20 Billionaires.  20 Sizzling Ways to Fall in Love 
20 Billionaires. 20 Sizzling Ways to Fall in Love. Whether your fantasy is a prince or a self-made man, this set has all the hard-bodied, Alpha billionaires you can handle. Let our award-winning, best-selling authors take you on a trip filled with exotic locales, dizzying privilege and heart-warming happily ever after.

Victoria Pinder – Secret Crush: The House of Morgan
Jina Bacarr – Come Fly With Me
Opal Carew – Played by the Master
Eileen Cruz Coleman – Something Like This: A Secrets Novel, Book One
Margo Bond Collins – The Billionaire Cowboy’s Speech: A Necessity, Texas Novella
Rossie Cortes – Risking it All
Tara Crescent – His Fill-In Fiancée
Michele Dewinton – Valentine’s Vengeance
Blaire Edens – Dram Good Love
Nicole Garcia – Noelle’s Wish
Erin Hayes – The Royal Trade: A Billionaire Prince Romance
Courtney Hunt – A Teacher for the Billionaire
Mary Hughes – Falling for the Billionaire
Sydney Logan – Songbird
Alix Nichols – Winter’s Gift
Tierney O’Malley – To Trust a Wicked Billionaire
Peter Presley – Nothing But Trouble: An Alpha Billionaire Romance
Mandy Rosko – Arrangement With a Billionaire
Cristiane Serruya – So Much More
Debbie White – Finding Mrs. Right
Victoria Pinder – Secret Crush: The House of Morgan

"I assumed he was taking over. Did you want that job?"
John's entire body jumped as if she'd slapped him. "Hell no."
She gulped her sip fast. She kept saying the wrong thing. Inside his blue eyes was a kaleidoscope of emotion. Alice remembered that he used to be kind. She rubbed her lips together. "Then who cares?"
He drank his wine and scanned the room. After making the rounds with his gaze, he took in her entire figure with an intensity that made her knees weak. "What is it you do, Alice?"
"Collins Organic Farm." She brushed her brown bob behind her ear. "I work for my family. What is it you do?"
Again, his blue eyes flashed as if lightning was in his stare. She watched him, hypnotized. "I work in real estate."
"Liar." She tilted her head. He definitely didn't work in real estate. She crossed her arm around her chest. Without another word, she waited for the fallout of her remark.
His eyebrows quirked in shock. Then his dimples appeared. "What do you think I do?"
She met his smile with her own. "Professional bad boy and poker player. It's what I always thought."
Jina Bacarr – Come Fly With Me
Why spend New Year's alone when you can fly first class with a sexy billionaire?
Opal Carew – Played by the Master
A story of Domination and submission, where breaking the rules of the game is where the fun begins, when Jacqueline crashes a billionaire's exclusive poker game in order to seduce him into granting a favor to save her sister, but instead finds herself Played by the Master.
Eileen Cruz Coleman – Something Like This: A Secrets Novel, Book One
Devastatingly handsome & rich Reece Carter's mission is to win Jadie's heart. Will she surrender herself to him or push him away?
Margo Bond Collins – The Billionaire Cowboy’s Speech: A Necessity, Texas Novella
What had possessed her to strip her shirt off?
He was about to suggest we quit.
And she didn't want that.
In fact, she realized, if I don't quit now, I'm not going to stop at all.
Suddenly, Leta didn't care.
Tor's gaze raked across her, snagging on her mouth for an instant before he dragged it up to meet her own wide-eyed stare. Everywhere his look had touched burned, as if his eyes had trailed fire across her skin.
His gray eyes turned smoky, darkening even more with desire as she watched, pinned in place by the heat he exuded.
The shy, diffident ranch hand was gone. In his place was a tall, muscular cowboy ready to take what he wanted.
And apparently what he wanted at the moment was Leta. As he held her gaze with his, he held out one hand, lightly closed, and ran his knuckles, slightly roughened from working outside, down the side of her face. The feel of his skin rasping against her sent shivers rolling up and down her back.  
Tara Crescent – His Fill-In Fiancée
Cameron needs a fake fiancee. Enter ex-girlfriend Maddie. Then the past catches up.
Michele Dewinton – Valentine’s Vengeance

“Don’t like flying much?”
“When we’re up in the air it’s okay. I just don’t like the takeoff, or landing, or the bumps on the way.” The plane staggered through another rough patch and at a particularly large bump she let out a little squeal.
“We’ll be there before you know it. Should I distract you?” he asked.
She nodded grimly.
Looking around he spotted a man in a black suit, his sunglasses still on and behind him a guy with a baseball hat pulled down way too far over his eyes. “So Mr Baseball Cap over there is a major celebrity from somewhere overseas. Big time TV star, one of those Scottish highland heroes who are so hot right now.”
That got her attention, she looked where he nodded and a small smile finally tugged at her lips.
“Only thing is he doesn’t realize that his show isn’t on cable here yet so no one knows who he is. He’s hiding, but it’s only making him look like Idiot McIdiotface.”
The snort was undignified, but he relished hearing it. It was something he’d always liked about Cara, she was quick to laugh, to find joy in things.
“The guy behind him, he’s in another league. Was security for the Russian mafia for years, now he’s undercover with the CIA.”
Cara sat forward and gave him a little grin. “Not very good undercover,” she whispered. “He sticks out like a stripper at an Amish wedding.”
It was his turn to snort and the people across the aisle gave them a look.
Composing his face, he lent in to whisper in her ear. “He’s a double agent. CIA operative, posing as Russian bodyguard, but secretly still working for Russia, and having an affair with the wife of a high level Texan congressman.”
Blaire Edens – Dram Good Love
“Sorry,” he mumbled. “I was, uh. . .”
“Staring at me? Wondering what it would feel like to kiss me?”
He’d wondered if she felt the attraction, too. Over the past few weeks, he’d thought she was flirting but he’d told himself he was imagining it. “Maybe.”
“Why don’t you try it?”
He was used to being the direct one. Most of the women he dated were too busy playing coy to ever tell him what they really wanted. “You might like it.”
“That would be a shame. I was getting used to thinking you were nothing but an ordinary millionaire.”
Roderick shook his head. “I’m anything but ordinary.” He leaned closer, inhaling the sweet, floral scent of her perfume. He toyed with one stray curl, wrapping his index finger inside the ringlet. “No one has ever accused me of that.”
He pressed his lips to hers, softly at first, and kissed her softly. She tasted like the sweet heat of the single malt. She grabbed the front of his sweatshirt and pulled him closer. He slid his tongue into her mouth and the heat cycling between them went from smoldering to nuclear. Her tongue lashed against his and every cell in his body reacted. 
Nicole Garcia – Noelle’s Wish
What happens when a sexy billionaire meets his match in his feisty new assistant? Chaos, nothing but beautiful chaos.
Erin Hayes – The Royal Trade: A Billionaire Prince Romance
She fell for the wrong prince.
“Why what?”
“Why are you doing this? All for your brother’s ex-fiancée?”
I stare at her, aghast. “Isn’t it obvious?”
She falters, as if she’s unsure of what to say next. I know because I’m the same way. “Tell me.”
The command comes out as a whisper.
I comb a hand through my hair. How the fuck do you put feelings, pent-up for the past four years, into a simple explanation?
“I…care you about Cara. My brother always had everything; the crown, the media attention. The expectations. Fuck that. I never wanted any of that. But you… you were the one thing he had that I wanted. And now that you’re not his…”
“So, that’s it?” she asks, hurt edging into her voice. “I’m just a possession to both him and you?”
“No, that’s not what I mean. Dammit, Cara, I—”
Words fail me. Hell, the whole universe fails me at this moment. So I do the only that comes to mind.
In one fluid movement, I force the door open further, grab her shoulders, and capture her lips with mine.
Courtney Hunt – A Teacher for the Billionaire
One sexy single dad billionaire plus one beautiful kindergarten teacher equals one scorching summer fling.
Mary Hughes – Falling for the Billionaire
Zan was considering his approach to the twins when Vicky’s sister Ronnie moved off toward the restrooms, Vicky waving goodbye.

Heading straight for Vicky, he called, “Ronnie, wait,” with no volume at all. 

He stopped—coincidentally right next to Vicky—and frowned, putting his hands on his hips, as if in consternation. “Darn. Missed her.”

Then he turned to Vicky. Smiled expectantly at her. “Hi.”

“Hi.” A delicious pink blush rode her cheeks.

He found he wanted to kiss that pink skin. “I’m Zan Sinclair. You’re Vicky Brooks? I’m acquainted with your sister.”

“I know.” Her voice was breathy, oh-so-sexy. “She said.”

Her lips were a perfect natural rose. He wondered if they’d be petal soft if he kissed them….

“I’ll go get her for you!” Vicky scooted off.

Lost in her lips, he was totally unprepared for her flight. He stood there in surprise. He was wondering what he should do now when she trotted back with her sister in tow.

Ronnie didn’t look happy until she caught sight of him. Then her whole face changed, and she hove out in front of her twin like a barge.

And Vicky…stopped. She began to turn. He clenched fists. She was going to run away again. He had only seconds to act or lose her.

He covered the distance in two strides, catching Ronnie by the upper arm with one hand and Vicky by the shoulder with the other.

Vicky’s slight body was warm and soft under his fingers. A distracting surge of sheer need flooded his system. She looked up into his face, her eyes big and blue.

Her pouty pink lips trembled.

His whole body hardened, instantly ready. He almost ignored the people milling around them to yank her to him, to feel her heart flutter against him, to embrace her, to kiss her…
Sydney Logan – Songbird
Sitting down on the bench, I let my fingers drift aimlessly along the keys. I switch on the microphone and start to play the opening bars of my favorite Fleetwood Mac song.
Closing my eyes, I play and sing, allowing the music to soothe my troubled mind. I’m at the final chorus when I feel someone’s eyes on me. It’s the most incredible sensation—instinct alerting me to the penetrating stare of some stranger in the dimly lit bar.
I slowly open my eyes, and my fingers slip off the keys when I see him.
He’s seated at a table just a few feet away. His tie is undone, as are the first couple buttons of his shirt. He gazes at me, and I watch as his finger lazily trails along the rim of his glass while I struggle to remember the words to a song I’ve loved all my life.
The man rises from the seat, his eyes never leaving mine as he picks up his glass and walks over to the piano. I break the spell, forcing myself to look down and focus on the keys. Without asking permission, he sits down on the bench next to me. I take a deep breath and pray for instinct to take over as I finish the song.
After I play the last note, silence hangs in the air between us until he lifts his hand and brushes my hair away from my shoulders.
“Play something else,” he says, his voice deep and smooth against my ear.
I sing, paying no real attention to the words as we stare at each other throughout the song. I have no idea how long we sit there, but it’s apparently too long for the bartender because he announces last call.
The handsome stranger stands up and reaches for me.
“Come with me, Songbird.”
The look in his eye is unmistakable, filling me with a sense of longing and excitement that I haven’t felt in so very long. I know I’m too tired, too lonely, and probably a little too tipsy to accept this man's outstretched hand.
I do it anyway.
Alix Nichols – Winter’s Gift
I hold out my hand. “Anton Malakhov. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”
“Anna.” She grants me a brief, but intense, joy of her touch. “The pleasure is mine.”
I go on to shake hands with her friend without taking my eyes off Anna for a second. There’s no point in hiding how much she’s impressed me.
Anna. It’s a beautiful name… even if a touch too formal.
“Does anyone call you Annushka?” I find myself asking.
“Only my mom.”
She smiles, and I debate whether I should invite her for a drink right now or ask for her number. One thing is certain. I must see her again. In fact, I need to see her as soon as possible, and as often as possible. Preferably, every day.
And every night.
She resolves my quagmire by ripping a page out of her notebook and scribbling something on it. Why am I not surprised she carries a notebook and a pen in her purse? I bet she also has a book or an e-reader somewhere in there. Although I just met her, I feel like I know her. I can see her inner core, her fundamental essence. It shines through.
She hands me the sheet, and I glance at what she’s written. There’s a phone number, her name, and a meaningless figure under it. I look up at her, about to ask if it’s an extension.
“This,” she says, pointing her slender index finger at the top line, “is my agent’s number. And below is my hourly rate.”
My jaw slacks.
The woman of my dreams is a hooker.
Tierney O’Malley – To Trust a Wicked Billionaire
One wicked sexy billionaire will do everything it takes to win his woman's trust.
Peter Presley – Nothing But Trouble: An Alpha Billionaire Romance
Shannon is the best thing that has ever happened to me. Big homes, fancy cars, a good body: none of that matters if you don’t have someone to love you.  

My mom is dead. My dad is dead. Most of my family members are jerks. They only call me if they need a loan. I’ve got my staff, like Helen. They’re cool, but they work for me. They could leave at any time. But Shannon is special, and yet, I just can’t seem to appreciate her.  

I’m going to try hard not to fuck any more women. If I was able to stop eating junk food, exercise, and get into shape, I should be able to stop cheating on Shannon. Today, I’m buying her jewelry and a new dress, and then tonight, I’m taking her out to a 5-star restaurant. She’s my queen, and she deserves it.
Cristiane Serruya – So Much More
It’s unfair. He’s become even more… Hannah couldn’t find the term she needed. Handsome was too calm a word to define him. He was intensely masculine. He was sexual.

Her steps faltered for a second as Markus’s mouth opened in the slow, seductive grin that was so his, exuding confidence and animal magnetism. He stretched his hand in her direction. “Ms. Kristensen.”

Not knowing if she should be disappointed by him not recognizing her, Hannah took off her dark glasses. “Hello,”—she stopped herself from calling him by his first name. He is going to be your employer.—“Mr. Blackthorn.”
He halted mid-stride, did a double take, and his arm fell to his side as her heavily-lashed emerald-green eyes bore into his. He frowned. What the fuck?

He was aware of his own eyes widening and that he was staring. He was equally aware of the way her shoulders squared back.
The movement drew his attention downward to a figure with the elegant curves of what he could only qualify as a contemporary, tall, and slim statue of Venus, just to snap back to her face in something akin to shock.
He hadn’t recognized her at first and that was not a surprise in itself. The last time he had seen her she hadn’t been more than a bookish, shy, and pretty nineteen-year-old. She was also the daughter of his father’s housekeeper, and someone with whom he’d once considered having an affair.
His low, smooth voice slid over her and got under her skin to curl low in her belly.
As he contemplated her, he pushed his fingers through the strands, mussing the mane of chopped black hair which would appear too long if he wasn’t so tall and large.
But whatever softness the disarray might have imparted to his appearance was countered by his eyes. They were sharp and dark, a piercing ebony, like the night with no stars, nor moon; a pitch-black well she once thought she wouldn’t mind falling into.
Those eyes landed on her beautiful heart-shaped face and wandered over those full, soft, plum-rich lips.

Fuck! Recomposing himself from the most powerful reaction his body ever had to a woman, he held his hand out to her once more. “It’s been a while.”

His tenor voice conjured a number of disturbing images in Hannah’s mind: heavy velvet pulled over naked skin; steel sheathed in satin. Definitely a mass of contradictions she wanted nothing to do with coupled with a bedroom voice and a commanding tone. Hannah found herself wanting to lean closer, shock him into kissing her, just to slap that handsome face, hard. But the kisses would come and she would not slap him.
Not a while, but seven years. To Hannah it felt like a lifetime. Since Senator Blackthorn had dismissed her mother from his household, her life had turned upside down. It was ironic she was going to be working for and helping the son of the man who had fired her mother.
She looked at his hand as if it were a snake and involuntarily, her tongue moistened her lips.
His gaze zeroed in on her mouth, but nothing else gave away the vulnerability he had briefly glimpsed.
Stop. You are here for the money. She pulled herself back from the torrent of sensual feelings. Under her steel will, her face went blank and her fingers curled around his hand, firmly and detached. In an even voice, she said, “Yes, it has been a while. How are you, Mr. Blackthorn?”
Debbie White – Finding Mrs. Right
They watched some love story, chatting in between scenes while enjoying pizza and wine. Seemed neither one was truly interested in the movie. They cuddled on the couch, and in between bites of pizza, they kissed. When the movie was over, he helped clean up the crumbs they’d made and rinsed the glasses out in the sink. He wanted to show her that he too could be a good guest.
They stood inside the kitchen with locked gazes, making for an uncomfortable setting. Gabe wasn’t sure what he should do. He glanced at his watch. When he looked up, Rose was making her way toward him. “Can you stay the night?” she asked.
Victoria Pinder grew up in Irish Catholic Boston before moving to the Miami sun. She’s worked in engineering, then became a lawyer. But after passing the bar and practicing very little, she realized that she hated the practice of law. During all this time, she always wrote stories to entertain herself or calm down. When she sat down to see what skill she had that matched what she enjoyed doing, writing became so obvious. She is bold, and brainy like her characters. Her website is www.victoriapinder.com.
Jina Bacarr is a Kindle Scout winner with her Civil War time travel romance, Love Me Forever. She enjoys writing to classical music with a hot cup of java by her side, adores dark chocolate truffles, vintage anything, the smell of bread baking and rainy days in museums. She always loved walking through history—from Pompeii to Verdun to Old Paris. The voices of the past speak to her through carriages with cracked leather seats, stiff ivory-colored crinolines and worn satin slippers. She always wondered what it was like to walk in those slippers when they were new.

Hi. I’m Opal Carew and I write erotic romance for St. Martin’s Press. I’ve been writing since 1993, though originally I wrote futuristic, urban fantasy, science fiction, paranormal and contemporary romance. These stories are set in the present, future, or alternate realities and most of my stories are steamy. I am now republishing these under the name Amber Carew. As Opal Carew, I write erotic romances which always have a romance and a happy ending.
Eileen Cruz Coleman was born in Washington, D.C. to an immigrant El Salvadoran mother and a Puerto Rican father. She is a graduate of the University of Maryland with a degree in History. Her award-winning short stories have appeared in numerous literary journals both online and in print. Before venturing into the indie world of publishing, she was represented by two New York Literary agents.

She is an optimist and believes that no matter how bad things may seem, there is always a happy ending coming around the corner. When she’s not writing, you can find her gardening, cooking, or watching movies with her family.

She is fluent in Spanish and English.

She lives in Maryland with her husband and two children.
NYT bestselling author Margo Bond Collins is a former college English professor who, tired of explaining the difference between "hanged" and "hung," turned to writing romance novels instead. (Sometimes her heroines kill monsters, too.) Visit her at www.MargoBondCollins.net

Rossie Cortés is a versatile writer whose career includes over 560 bylined stories in newspapers, magazines and digital outlets in English and Spanish. She has also worked as a ghostwriter, speechwriter, scriptwriter, editor and writing consultant. Her novel Betrayed, a thriller, will be published Spring 2017 and is currently working on her second thriller, Deceived. She has a double degree in Marketing and Business Administration from the Inter American University in Puerto Rico. Rossie was born and raised in Puerto Rico and currently lives in Miami.

Tara Crescent writes steamy contemporary romances for readers who like hot, dominant heroes and strong, sassy heroines. When she's not writing, she can be found curled up on a couch with a good book, often with a cat on her lap. She lives in Toronto. Visit her at http://www.taracrescent.com/.
Being a writer was not what Michele was supposed to be when she ‘grew up’. But over time she’s discovered she cant fight it, words are her drug. Now a Best Selling author, Michele lives in New Zealand with her two small, loud, children, a lot of trees and a big view. She likes her heroines smart and sassy cos girls can do anything, right? But you can count on men who know just how to make a woman melt as well. Come on over and pleasure your shelf at http://www.micheledewinton.com
Blaire Edens lives in the mountains of North Carolina. She has a degree in Horticulture from Clemson University. She’s held a myriad of jobs including television reporter, GPS map creator, and personal assistant to a fellow who was rich enough to pay someone to pick up the dry cleaning. When she’s not plotting, she’s busy knitting, running, or listening to the Blues. She's the past president of South Carolina Writers Workshop and an active member of Romance Writers of America.

N.Y. Times Bestselling author Nicole Garcia has a degree in Nursing, but has been a stay at home mom for the past 9 years. Her passion is reading and decided to make a career out of sharing her love for books. Writing and promoting has become a full time job for her now. Currently she writes steamy Paranormal, Contemporary, and New Adult Romance, but plans to write other genres in the future. Hope you will join her in all the fun ahead.
Sci-fi junkie, video game nerd, and wannabe manga artist Erin Hayes writes a lot of things. Sometimes she writes books.

She works as an advertising copywriter by day, and she's an award-winning New York Times Bestselling Author by night. She has lived in New Zealand, Hawaii, Texas, Alabama, and now San Francisco with her husband, cat, and a growing collection of geek paraphernalia.
You can reach her at erinhayesbooks@gmail.com and she’ll be happy to chat. Especially if you want to debate Star Wars. Her website is erinhayesbooks.com
Courtney Hunt is a Kindle Scout winner for The Lost Art of Second Chances. She’s also the author of the Cupid’s Coffeeshop series and the Always a Bridesmaid series. An attorney by day, she lives outside Washington, DC with her husband and son. When Courtney isn’t writing, she enjoys photography, sailing, and reading. She can never resist a craft store. After an early stint as a Disney cast member, she is a life long Disney addict. Visit her at www.courtney-hunt.com
Who am I? A lover of stories that crackle with action and love. A mother, a flutist, a binge-TV-watcher of NCIS, Sherlock, and The Big Bang Theory. Most of all, a believer in grand passion. I’m Mary Hughes, and I write wickedly funny romantic comedies and scorching hot paranormal romances, fast-paced reads with challenging heroes—and resilient heroines who aren't afraid of a challenge. My books have won contests and been bestsellers, but what I like best is to hear from you!

Sydney Logan is the bestselling author of six novels. She has also penned several short stories and is a contributor to Chicken Soup for the Soul. A lover of music, she fills her playlist with everyone from Johnny Cash to Eminem.

Sydney holds a Master’s degree in Elementary Education and spends her days surrounded by kids and books. A native of East Tennessee, she enjoys playing piano and relaxing on her porch with her wonderful husband and their very spoiled cat.
Alix Nichols is a caffeine addict and a longtime fan of Mr. Darcy, especially in his Colin Firth incarnation. She is a Kindle Scout and Dante Rossetti Award winning author of sexy romantic comedies. At the age of six, she released her first rom com. It featured highly creative spelling on a dozen pages stitched together and bound in velvet paper. Decades later, she still loves the romance genre. Her spelling has improved (somewhat), and her books have made Amazon bestseller lists, climbing as high as #1. She lives in France with her family and their almost-human dog. Her website is www.alixnichols.com.
Tierney O’Malley is a bestselling author from the Pacific Northwest. Today there are paperbacks and eBooks available for purchase on her list. Her books appeared on KOBO, Fictionwise, and Bookstrand’s bestsellers list. Ms. O’Malley lives with her husband and children in Seattle Washington, and is currently working on a new novel and sets of series she recently sold.

Ms. O’Malley is always excited to hear from readers.
Piper Presley is a short fiction romance series author of bad boys, billionaires, and hotties. (Novellas and novels can be found under her alter ego Peter Presley.) She's a wife and a mother of two adult children, and she lives in the Midwest. Piper is a physically fit woman who enjoys running as well as pole dancing for fitness. When she's not writing, reading, exercising, cooking healthy meals, or gardening, she's watching way too many true crime shows on the Investigation Discovery (ID) channel. Her website is: http://www.presleyromance.com/.
USA Today Bestselling and award winning author Mandy Rosko loves writing paranormal romances with werewolves, dragons and people with special powers, while occasionally dipping into Billionaire Bad Boys ^_~ She is the author of the Things in the Night Series, Night and Day, the Dangerous Creatures Series and Alpha Bites. Find out more at http://www.mandyrosko.com/books.php
Cristiane Serruya–or just Cris–lives in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, with her six-foot-six tall husband, two teenage daughters, and Loki, her Shetland sheepdog. In 2011, after twenty-two years of practicing law, Cris decided to give writing a go. And—amazingly—it was just the piece that was missing from the puzzle of her life. Known for her empowering stories enveloped in heady, sensual romance, she is the author of TRUST Series, Love Painted in Red, From the Baroness’s Diary, and The Modern Man. Meet Cris at www.crisserruya.com

Debbie White: I currently live in beautiful northern California where the hills are dotted with vineyards and the rocky coast is nearby. The weather is usually warm and you can find me sitting in my backyard with a glass of wine during the summer or visiting one of the many wineries in the area. The views from some of these wineries are spectacular. Animal rescue is dear to my heart and I donate a percentage of ALL book sales to this very worthy cause. When you purchase one of my books you are also helping a furry friend with food and shelter while they await their forever home.