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31 January 2018

A one-night stand with James Ryne, the hottest actress in LA, was a night I’d never forget…
James: I can’t stop thinking about you. 
Brett: I didn’t know America’s sweetheart was such a dirty girl.
James: It gets better. 
Brett: You’re too young for me. 
James: Eighteen’s the age of consent. 
Brett: The things I want to do to you right now… 
James: Are you ever going to tell me who you really are? 
Brett: The best you’ve ever had. That’s all you need to know. 
James: When are you coming back to LA? 
Brett: Next week—and you’d better not be wearing panties. 
Brett: What the hell did I just watch? 
James: Oh my God, Brett! It’s going viral! 
James: My life is ruined. My career. My reputation. 
James: Are you there? 
James: Will you let me explain? 
James: Brett? 
Brett: Forget everything I said before. Forget us. 
I tried to forget her…until she walked into my office, begging to get signed.
This story completely blew me away. I LOVE Brett an James! Their chemistry just explodes. This story had me hooked from the very beginning, and it still hasn’t let me go. Every time I would tell myself that I would set it down at the end of the chapter, something would happen that made it mandatory that I read just one more chapter. I never actually read just one more chapter. I ended up reading them all. I want everyone to read about James and Brett. I already can’t wait to read it again! READ THIS BOOK! Guaranteed to have you all swoony. HEA. Guaranteed to leave you with a massive book hangover. This author writes with a golden pen, because her stories are pure magic.
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Best-selling Author Marni Mann knew she was going to be a writer since middle school. While other girls her age were daydreaming about teenage pop stars, Mann was fantasizing about penning her first novel. She crafts sexy, titillating stories that weave together her love of darkness, mystery, passion, and human emotion. A New Englander at heart, she now lives in Sarasota, Florida with her husband and their two dogs who subsequently have been characters in her books. When she’s not nose deep in her laptop working on her next novel, she’s scouring for chocolate, sipping wine, traveling to new locations, and devouring fabulous books.
One night.
That’s all Julian Caine offered.
And heartbreak is my only souvenir.
The morning after the most unforgettable night of my life, I wake up minus the man and plus one note.
With my head held high, I’m determined to move on without the two men who broke my heart.
My former fiancé who let me go easily without so much as a glance.
And the staggering, gorgeous Englishman who made me scream incoherent words…
All. Night. Long.
When tragic circumstances bring Julian closer than ever, it comes with unyielding passion and a new proposal… but not the traditional kind, the no-strings attached kind.
Tensions flare.
Life-changing truths are revealed.
New sexual adventures are explored.
But the question remains, will we ever be more than this … than this Interlude?
Interlude is Book Two in the Interlude Duet. 
Due to graphic sexual content, it is intended for mature audiences only.
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30 January 2018

I never knew when he’d come to me. Only that he would.
I’d never even kissed a boy the night I met Stone. The night I saw him kill. The night he spared my life. That was only the beginning.
He turns up in my car again and again, dangerous and full of raw power. “Drive,” he tells me, and I have no choice. He’s a criminal with burning green eyes, invading my life and my dreams.
The police say he’s dangerously obsessed with me, but I’m the one who can’t stop thinking about him. Maybe it’s wrong to let him touch me. Maybe it’s wrong to touch him back. Maybe these twisted dates need to stop. Except he feels like the only real thing in my world of designer labels and mansions.
So I drive us under threat, until it’s hard to remember I don’t want to be there.
Until it’s too late to turn back.
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Annika Martin loves fun, dirty stories, hot heroes, and wild, dramatic everything. She enjoys hanging out in Minneapolis coffee shops with her writer husband, and also likes birdwatching at her bird feeder alongside her two stunningly photogenic cats, especially when she should be writing. She’s heavy into running, music, saving the planet, taking long baths, and consuming chocolate suckers. She’s worked a surprisingly large number of waitressing jobs, and has also worked in a plastics factory and the advertising trenches; her garden is total bee-friendly madness and her most unfavorite word is nosh or possibly fob. A NYT bestselling author, she has also written as RITA award-winning author Carolyn Crane.

Have you ever looked at someone and just knew,
knew that they were placed in your life for a reason?
The one person that would be not only your best friend,
but your absolute everything.
That’s how I felt the first time I saw him.
That one day when a few little words changed our entire lives forever…
Don’t be Afraid, he said.
Life can change so quickly.
One moment you can be smiling and feeling as if you're walking on clouds and the next, everything you love, everything you treasure crumbles at your feet.
I told him to fight, I told him I needed him.
We needed him.
But there are just some fights that can't be won…
He was my angel then, and he’s still my angel now.
In a way, I believe he’s still looking out for us, giving us a future.
Sometimes it’s as if I can still feel his presence,
guiding us and keeping us safe.
So, I won’t be Afraid.
I'll live. I’ll fight.
It’s what he would have wanted.
I’ll do it for him…
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I buried my body beneath the covers and curled around his warmth. With my head rested just where he’d wanted it, I closed my eyes tight and willed the tears away. Doing my best to hide the emptiness consuming me, I concentrated on breathing evenly.
“Always loved you right like this,” he confessed. “Your body so close to mine it feels like we’re the same person.” 
I took deep breaths as I thought of all the reasons life was so damn unfair.
“Loved burying my face in your hair, just breathing you in.”
Those were the words most girls dreamed of hearing, and they made our love feel more solid and concrete. But hearing them now was like a slow form of torture, because they were tearing the small amount of control I had left in me to pieces.
“You were made just for me, Sawyer Cooper,” he whispered sleepily. “I truly believe that.”
I squeeze my eyes shut tighter as I curled into him closer.
“Forever my girl.”
Tears rolled along my cheeks as I did all I could to wipe them away before he noticed. I was thankful sleep had taken him over and he was oblivious to the shattering of my soul.
C.A. Harms is like any other addicted reader. She enjoys happy endings and HEA love stories. She hasn't always been a lover of Romance and had once been addicted to a good Mystery. Just recently she has taken on a new liking and now is a full blown Romance novel addict. 
She lives in Illinois and enjoys spending time with her husband and two children. You will always find her with her kindle or paperback in hand as it is her favorite pass time.

29 January 2018

The plan was never to fall in love...The plan was to avenge my father's death. Hell, I knew better. Never fall in love with the mark. For ten years I have plotted and planned my revenge against Rafe DeMarco. He took the most important thing in my life away from me and I meant to return the favor. Except, I was wrong... Now, I need his protection. And I'm the fool who went and fell in love. The best laid plans and all. (Deeper is the finale of the Deep Duet. Start the duet with Book 1, Deep.) 
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This book takes places directly where the book before ended. I don’t mind cliffhangers as long as I do not have to wait for the conclusion. You don’t have to wait long with this duet. I loved Rafe so much that I devoured these books. It’s the perfect blend of dark, grit, steam, and angst. I would suggest reading this book after both the prequel and the first book. It’s worth every minute. These authors are fantastic. This was my first experience with their writing, and I’m super impressed. They are now on my radar.

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A brand new steamy alpha romance from the NYT and USA Today bestselling authors of SHAMELESS. She didn't just bring me back to life. She brought me back to living. You think you know my story, but you have no idea. How could you? I cover my tracks well. After a hellish past, I’ve got a good thing going being hired at Blake Security. I’m one of the good guys now...protect and serve and all that jazz. Kicking ass and rescuing damsels in distress - all in a day’s work. Then I discover *this* damsel is not that innocent. (Deep is Book 1 of the Deep Duet. The conclusion will come in Book 2, Deeper) 

28 January 2018

Her brother sold her – twice. Once to set her free, then to protect her. He sold her to me to settle his debt. I watched her walk towards me and was blown away. She looked so small, so vulnerable and so damned sexy my c**k stood to attention. She is something else and looks completely out of place here in this den of vice. She walks like an Angel in the raging fires of Hell. She is perfect, for Cassie and for me. Now everything has changed, they just don’t know it yet. I no longer need a nanny – I need a wife. This is a standalone novel with a HEA and NO cheating! This is one wild romance with a happy ever after guaranteed. If you like your books a little dirty that leave you panting, jump right in and leave your panties at the door! If you are easily shocked – you may want to move away now. 
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26 January 2018

What happens when an outlaw biker’s obsession puts him between a beautiful nurse and her vicious stalker?
When a brutal attack sent him rolling into a beautiful nurse’s life on a gurney, the chance encounter seemed like a dream come true. She patched him up and gave him a reason to believe in love again, shining light into his dark and dangerous world.
There’s only one problem… She’s on the run from a violent past that’s about to catch up with her in the form of an ex-husband who’s used to getting what he wants, no matter what stands in his way. It might get him killed, but Ryder’s never backed down from a fight, and this is one he’s determined to win.
Starting over isn’t easy. Years of learning new towns, new people, and new jobs have left Tiffany tired, lonely, and ready to give up. Until a hot, sexy, bad-boy biker barreled into her life and she fell…hard. Latching onto the over-protective biker seemed like a good way to escape her daunting past, but life is never that simple.
Club life isn’t what Tiffany imagined it to be, and she soon realizes that her hot new man has a long and wild history that may be more than she bargained for. Between the women and rumors of violence, she finds herself caught between a psychotic ex bent on her destruction and the man who isn’t what she thought him to be. When things quickly begin to unravel, Tiffany doesn’t know who to trust or where to turn.
Hearing a gunshot, Tiffany ran to her vehicle and grabbed her medical bag from the back. Racing back in the direction the sound originated from, she was intercepted by one of the brothers and hustled into the MC clubhouse instead. Clutching her soft-sided first-aid bag, she came to a staggering stop inside the back room.
The sight unfolding in front of her was nothing short of alarming. Ace was lying on his back across a pool table, and Ryder was standing over him, plugging a hole in his thigh with a pool stick. The table was covered copious amounts of blood, and if that wasn’t bad enough, black bats and Halloween streamers hung down around the arguing pair, like a not-so-funny comic backdrop.
Stumbling over a hay bale, she ignored the pumpkin that went rolling off to the side and slid to a stop beside the pool table. “This is not proper compression procedures for a wound, babe,” she chided Ryder.
Jerking open her bag, Tiffany snapped on a pair of rubber gloves before shooting the love of her life another disapproving glare. “Why in the hell did you take the first-aid class, if you weren’t going to take it seriously?”
Jerking back, Ryder stared at her indignantly. “Don’t look at me like that, doll. I tried to push on it with both hands, but the blood wouldn’t stop gushing out all over the damn place. The stupid fucker’s got abnormal goblin blood or some shit. I swear, it was fightin’ to get out of his body. What the hell am I supposed to do with that? Pluggin’ the damn hole up is the only thing that worked.”
Tiffany shook her head and mumbled, “Yea, you’re a freaking hero, babe.”
Quickly pulling out a sterile pad and some clamps, she climbed onto the table to have a look for herself. Pulling slightly at the skin around the pool stick caused blood to pool again, and Ace groaned in pain.
“It sounds like the bullet may have nicked a secondary artery. You’re simply compressing the artery at the injury site. Plug it with your finger next time.”
“No fuckin’ way.”
Unsure exactly what was up with the stubborn set of Ryder’s jaw, Tiffany insisted again, “I’m serious. It’s less likely to damage the artery and soft tissue.”
His face contorted into an expression of absolute disgust. Jesus, what was his problem?
“You gotta be kidding me, doll. I ain’t about to stick my finger in some dude I don’t even like.” Her big, beautiful biker was looking at her as if she was ten kinds of crazy.
Ace’s furious voice filled the air as his hands white-knuckled the sides of the pool table. “Fuck you, man. I don’t even think of you as a brother.”
Ryder smacked him roughly on the side of the head and bent down to look him in the eye. “Of course, you don’t. You ain’t a brother until you earn your bottom rocker. ‘Til then, you’re just a snot-nosed prospect.”
“I’m the only snot-nosed prospect around here who’s done a dime, so fuck off.”
Climbing up to get a better look, Tiffany scolded the squabbling men. “Knock it off, both of you.” Cutting her eyes up to Ryder, she gentled her voice. “Ease up on the pool stick, baby. I’m going to try and clamp off the artery. This is so far beyond my ability, I don’t even have words...”
The moment he pulled back, a tiny arc of blood squirted from the wound. Using forceps, Tiffany quickly clamped off the artery and got to work stabilizing him for transport to the local emergency room. Her time as an ER nurse came in handy hanging around with this wild bunch of bikers.
Glancing up at Ace’s handsome face, she saw he had three dots tattooed beside one eye and a tiny teardrop inked on his cheek. She vaguely remembered Ryder saying that meant he’d killed someone in prison and led a crazy life. Then again, that statement could pretty much describe every man in the club, including her beloved Ryder.
She frowned as she continued to work on his wound. “I thought you two were finished shooting each other up.”
Ace darted a quick glance from Ryder back to her. Licking his lips, he admitted softly. “I..uh… kind of shot myself.”
Tiffany noticed the little drops of sweat beading up on Ace’s forehead and the tightness around his mouth when he spoke. His gaze slid away she tried to catch his eye.
“Let me guess. You were cleaning your gun, and it accidentally went off.” That was always the story when someone got shot and nobody wanted to give up the details.
Ace’s eyes jerked back up to hers. “Hell no. I pulled the trigger and there was a delayed discharge. I thought it was a misfire. When I brought the gun down to open it up, a bullet came out and hit me in the leg.”
“I see.” Tiffany could almost see imagine like that in her mind’s eye. Since there was a ring of truth to his tone, she let it go and continued cleaning and packing the wound.
“It burns like a bitch.”
Ace’s exasperated words tugged at her heart strings. Since they’d do a drug screen when he hit the emergency room, however, it would not be in his best interest to have illegal pain killers in his system. That meant all she had to offer was empathy and fast transport to a doctor.
“There can be particles of burning and unburned powder embedded in your skin. Gunpowder residue can feel like burning. Because the gun was so close to your body when it discharged, you caught a little more of it than usual this time.”
“Are you gonna stitch me up?”
“Your artery is damaged beyond my ability to repair. You really do need a good surgeon.”
Smiling up at her, Ace’s expression was more like a grimace. “I’d rather you do it. You have a nice touch.”
Ryder cuffed the injured man on the side of his head yet again. “I already told you not to get friendly with my old lady, you stupid fucker.”
Shooting Ryder a frown, Tiffany turned her attention back to Ace. “I’m a registered nurse, not a physician. Now, I know you wouldn’t want the artery to collapse at some point in the future when you’re running for your life, now would you?”
He groaned pitifully when she taped the wound closed over a stack of gauze. “No, ma’am, I sure wouldn’t.”
“Want me to drive you to the hospital?”
Ryder grunted as he jumped down off the table and turned to offer her a hand. “You ain’t driving him anywhere, ‘cause I don’t trust this stupid fucker any farther than I can throw him. I already called for an ambulance.”
Letting Ryder help her back down off the pool table, she didn’t object when he pulled her in for a light peck on the lips. Looking up at him, she smiled. “You two have practically been joined at the hip lately, so I’m not buying all that BS about hating him for a minute.”
Shoving a strand of hair back out of her face, he looked into her eyes. “Don’t act like you know me, baby girl. I’m a dark, mysterious fucker. No woman knows what’s going on inside my head.”
Rolling her eyes, she pulled back. “Keep telling yourself that, handsome. Meanwhile, I’ll just keep learning all your secrets.”
“Ain’t no good can come of that, babe.”
Ace’s exasperated voice cut through their conversation. “Hey, there’s a dying man right over here. Any plan for how to deal with that problem, lovebirds?”
Stepping back, Tiffany gestured toward the door. “Go look out for the ambulance and get them in here as soon as possible. I don’t feel comfortable moving him.”
“Sure thing, babe.” Turning to face Ace, Ryder pointed at the man. “Do not touch my pretty little nurse, you filthy fucker.”
Ace immediately reached out and touched her arm with one bloody finger.
Punching the palm of one hand with his fist, Ryder turned to leave, muttering under his breath, “Can’t wait for a certain stupid fucker to get patched up so I can pound him into sawdust.”
Shooting Ace a dark look, Tiffany began tossing the bloodied bandages and ripped packages into a nearby trash can. “You sure do love to keep my man perpetually pissed off at you. Mind if I ask why you do that?”
Easing to a sitting position, he kind of shrugged. “If it weren’t for arguing with the dumb fuck, I’d have no one to talk to.”
Moving to his side and helping him to stand on his good leg, she replied, “That’s not true. I see the other club members talking to you all the time.”
“They talk at me, not to me. I’m the stupid, pathetic fucker wearing the face of a child rapist. Ryder is the only man in this club willing to look me in the face when talks to me. How’s that for fucked up?”
Grabbing her bag, she frowned at him. “You and your brother were twins? I didn’t know that. For some reason, I thought you were older.”
Glancing away, he grunted. “Three and half minutes older and whole fucking lot less of a demented freak. Not that it matters to anyone around these parts.”
A small, timid voice sounded off from the doorway. “It matters to me.”
Turning, Tiffany saw Ryder’s teenage sister standing there in her Halloween outfit. She had dyed her hair black and was wearing a cute, black shirt with long, flowing sleeves, and black jeans. The black witch’s hat sitting proudly on top her head and the wooden, hand-carved wand were the only indicators that she was supposed to be a witch. Tiffany panicked.
“Rose, your parents will not be happy that you came into the clubhouse. You know the rules. Amscray before they find you in here with him.”
Ace rumbled, “Forget her parents. Ryder will lose what little is left of his mind if word gets back to him that his little sister was in here. Turn yourself around, young lady, and head on back out to the barbecue.”
Planting her hands on her hips, Rose stared the huge man down. “Don’t talk to me like I’m a child. I’m sixteen now.”
“You’ll be a grown up when you’re twenty one. Now get the hell outta here, kid.”
Regardless of the words he chose, Ace’s voice took on a soft quality when he spoke to the teen, and Tiffany realized he was afraid of hurting the her feelings. He refused to look at her as silence spun out between the two of them.
Tiffany didn’t know what to do, and things were already getting absurdly awkward. “Rose, will you see if the ambulance has arrived? They don’t always come in with sirens blaring.”
Nodding, the young teen turned on her heel and walked out the door, her long, brown hair catching the wind and floating behind her like a cape. The sunlight rushed through the door, casting strange, creepy shadows of the Halloween decorations on the floor that slowly diminished as it drifted closed.
Whirling around to look at Ace, Tiffany demanded, “What was that all about?”
Ace huffed. “Who the hell knows. After the shit my brother pulled on her, she needs goddamn therapy, if you ask me. Of course, no one ever asks me shit. Why in the hell do I feel like I could run circles around this building?”
“When the human body sustains serious damage, it releases adrenaline and endorphins to dull the pain and give the person the strength to fight or flee. It’ll wear off before long, and you better pray you are in front of a doctor when it happens, because that’s when the pain kicks in full force.”
“Jesus, you sound like a walking medical encyclopedia.”
Their conversation was interrupted by several volunteers from the local ambulance service barreling through to the door. After checking Ace over, and hearing Tiffany’s rundown on what was beneath those bandages, they elected not to tear them off. Loading him carefully onto a stretcher, they eased him into the back of a waiting ambulance. It all happened so quickly, Tiffany didn’t have time to ask to go, leaving her behind with worry niggling at the back of her mind that the clamp would fail, and he’d bleed out if the EMS workers weren’t real careful.
Watching the oversized vehicle kick up dust as it made its way up the long, dirt road, Tiffany wondered if they were taking him to a hospital or some local doctor. If he went to the hospital, law enforcement would automatically be called because it was a gunshot wound. She didn’t think the club would welcome getting questioned by the police. Private physicians were more discriminating, and the more rural ones usually only called if they suspected foul play. It didn’t really matter, though, since he hadn’t nicked the femoral artery. As long as he got treatment by an actual physician, she suspected he’d be just fine.
Leading a nomadic life, I’ve been on the run from my rich ex-husband for years. I’ve learned every trick in the book, staying one step ahead of him and his trackers. He’s taken everything from me, and despite everything, I’ve managed to carve out a life. But he’s getting close again. It’s time to hit the road, to start over…but it looks like the universe has other plans.
As Sargent at Arms, stalking the crazy man trying to kill my MC brothers is part of my job description. Protecting the club is what I live for. Unfortunately, today I’m the loser in our never ending game of cat and mouse. The last thing I remember before waking up in the emergency room is staring up at the sky while bleeding out onto the cold, hard pavement. Then the pretty nurse walks in and turns my world sideways, and those soft hands know just how to handle a big, angry biker like me. With a psycho on my tail, the stakes couldn’t be higher. I know I should walk away, but self-preservation has never been much of a strong suit. As my enemy closes in, I’ve got no gun, three bullet holes, and absolutely zero patience left. The question is, who will be the one to sign my death warrant—the crazy-ass biker who’s gunning for me…or the sexy-as-sin nurse I’ve got a hard-on for?
J.C. Valentine is the USA Today and International bestselling author of the Night Calls and Wayward Fighters Series and the Forbidden Trilogy. Her vivid imagination and love of words and romance had her penning her own romance stories from an early age, which, despite being poorly edited and written longhand, she forced friends and family members to read. No, she isn’t sorry.
Living in the Northwest, she has three amazing children and far too many pets. Among the many hats she wears, J.C. is an entrepreneur. Having graduated with honors, she holds a Bachelor’s in English and when she isn’t writing, you can find her editing for fellow authors.
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