Meet Ashlyn & Cash in this contemporary romance releasing November 24th! Pre-order NOW AVAILABLE! Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1ltRokg Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/1j6IK9w iBooks: http://smarturl.it/VegasLoveiBooks Kobo: http://smarturl.it/VLKobo Google: http://smarturl.it/VLGP B&N: http://smarturl.it/VLNook Cover Reveal of Vegas Love Blurb A sexy celebrity stand alone romance by USA Today bestselling author, Jillian Dodd. Hollywood actress, Ashlyn Roberts, just had the worst week of her life. Her ex released a sex tape of them and just when she was convinced her current boyfriend was a keeper for standing by her side, he breaks up with her at a friend’s wedding. She’s planning to drown her sorrows in booze when she meets a sexy stranger as she’s leaving the wedding and they end up in Vegas, married. Cash Crawford is offered a dream job working with his brother as a junior talent agent. He’ll put his shiny new law degree to good use and make a bunch of money in the process. His first task is simple: Keep Ashlyn Roberts out of trouble and don’t sleep with her. Which might be kind of tough, since they definitely consummated their Vegas wedding. Will this one night stand end in the quickie divorce they promised each other? Or will they realize they got lucky in love? Excerpt Tears threaten to fall, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to stand here and feel sorry for myself. And even though Cade’s lecture about getting my life together is screaming in my brain, I can’t help it. I can’t deal with all this. I stomp off the dance floor, stopping to grab a bottle of champagne and one of the cashmere throw wedding favors. I’m just rounding the corner, making my escape, when I hear a voice say, “Hey, Hotass, where you sneaking off to?” I stop and spin around, the sudden movement almost causing me to fall. I grip the bottle tighter. Can’t spill the champagne. I’m going to need every ounce to drown my sorrows. The guy grabs my elbow, keeping me upright. I stare at his big hand, then follow his arm up to a broad shoulder and a face so handsome it makes my heart ache. “You saved the champagne,” I tell him. He grins, the smile changing his face from handsome to devastatingly hot. “You look sorta familiar. Have we met before?” “Probably in your dreams.” I touch his light brown hair, which is flipped up in the front. “You have cute hair.” “I have a lot of other cute parts,” he flirts. “Wanna feel them all?” I chuckle. “You’re funny. Did you really just call me Hotass?” “I call ’em as I see ’em.” I lean back to check out my ass, which makes me sort of dizzy. He grabs me again, this time planting his hands firmly on my hips. “I bet you’re good in bed,” I blurt out, imagining those strong hands guiding me on top of him. “Only one way to find out,” he says with a smirk. What is with that smirk? Is he as fucking hot as I think he is? “I’m gonna need to be drunker for that,” I say. “Way to kill my ego—and my hard on,” he says seriously. I lock eyes with him. “You’re teasing me.” “Maybe a little.” He grins again. “So, back to my first question. Where are you sneaking off to?” “Not sure. Over here somewhere—away from everyone.” “Not in the mood to party?” He grabs the champagne bottle and takes a slug. “Let’s suffice it to say I’ve had a rough week. Do you know why I’ve had a bad week?” I ask. I mean, I’m pretty sure everyone in the world has seen the Ashlyn Roberts sex tape, despite Cade’s efforts to get it taken down. “Honestly, no,” he says. “Really? Do you not get on the Internet?” “Usually I do, just not this week.” “Why not this week?” I hold my hand up in front of his cute face. “Wait, don’t answer that. Just come with me.” “Where are you going?” “I don’t know. That’s the problem—with my whole life, really.” I give him a pout and look into his warm, brown eyes. He has the kind of eyes that make me want to curl up in his lap and let him pet me. He touches my nose. “If you’re leading, Hotass, then I’m following. If only for the view.” “You can walk next to me.” I grab his hand, leading him down the path and away from the party. Suddenly, I realize I’m holding his hand. And it feels—good, natural, warm. He’s a walking contradiction. I can’t decide if that smirk just makes me one-night stand horny or if I want to keep him. When we get to a grassy clearing under a large tree, I say, “This looks like a good spot. Here, you spread out the blanket. I’ll hold the champagne.” Once our spot is ready, he helps me sit down. “Wow, the view up here is gorgeous,” I say, looking out over the grounds of the country club that sits on a cliff in northern California. “It is,” he says. “You can see the ocean, the stars, and can still hear the music from the wedding.” “Here’s to gorgeous views,” I say, raising the bottle in the air and looking more at him than the view. With his gorgeous smile, hot body, and pretty face, he’s quite the sexy package. I take a gulp of champagne then pass it to him. He takes a drink and hands it back. “Sure you haven’t had enough already?” he asks. “Oh, no. I’m just getting started. Tell me why you weren’t on the Internet. You may have been the only one in the world who didn’t see me at my worst.” He hands me his phone. “If you want me to see so bad, why don’t you show me?” I shake my head. “No! I don’t want anyone to see! I was naked. Doing things. It’s really embarrassing.” He glances at my chest, which is on full display in my sequined bridesmaid gown. “Somehow, I doubt that. Maybe you could reenact it for me.” I roll my eyes and pass him the champagne. “Where are you from anyway?” “Seattle,” he says. “And how do you know the bride and groom?” “Family friends.” “You’re cute. Are you an actor?” He laughs. “Me? No.” “Model?” “Uh, nope.” “Hmm,” I say, trying to figure out how a guy this hot could be anything else. “You’ll never guess,” he tells me. “Fireman?” “I’m an attorney.” “No way! You’re way too sexy to be a lawyer!” I blurt out. “You think I’m sexy?” “Yes, in fact, tonight we’re going to have fun. You and me. No names. No baggage. Just fun. I will call you Sexy and you can call me—” “Hotass,” he says, handing me the bottle and giving me a lopsided grin. “Drink, Hotass.” We goof around, taking selfies and videos of ourselves drinking and dancing crazily. “Are you a good guy?” I ask. “Never had any complaints,” he teases. At least, I think he’s teasing. But with the way he looks, he’s probably not. And I kinda want to test that theory. I smack him. “I’m not talking about sex. I mean, at the core, are you the kind of asshole who would sell our silly pictures and videos to the tabloids?” “If I were an asshole, I’d tell you no but do it anyway.” “True. Lie down and look at the stars with me.” I push on his chest, which is broad, hard, and doesn’t budge. “You add some sugar to all that bossiness, and I might be more likely to do what you say,” he says. When he says sugar, I take another swig, drop flat on my back, and let out a huge sigh. “I fucking hate sugar.” “You hate sugar?” he asks, lying next to me. “Tell me you’re not one of those girls who doesn’t eat anything sweet.” “I love sweets but this guy I used to date wrote a song about me. Said I was like sugar and a hurricane.” “Those things don’t really go together.” “He thought I was sweet like sugar but crazy like a hurricane, or something. I don’t know. I thought it was cute when he sang it for me, but then he told me that our relationship and the song would help him go more mainstream. It did.” “Then what happened?” “He hit it big and decided he didn’t need me anymore. We’d been together for a year. One night he kissed me on the forehead and went to get sushi.” I look at Sexy. “Have you ever kissed the forehead of a girl you didn’t love?” He shakes his head. “Nope.” “Wait. Are you dating anyone?” “Me?” He points to himself and laughs. “Definitely not.” “Why not? You’re a cute guy.” “My long-time girlfriend and I parted ways about a year ago.” “Parted ways?” “When another anniversary came and went without a proposal, she left.” “Why?” “Um, it may have been because when she asked if I was ever going to propose, I said probably not.” “Why did you stay with her for so long if you didn’t want to marry her? You not the marrying type?” I ask gently. “No. I definitely want to get married. Just not to her. We had fun in college, but once she started working, it was all that mattered to her. I’m all for working hard, but I also believe in enjoying life.” “Me too,” I say, handing him the bottle. “I’m sure the breakup was for the best. There must be something brighter in your future.” I say it with confidence, as much for him as for myself. As thrilled as I am for Harper and Maddox, their wedding sort of depressed me because I’m jealous. That’s what I want. A sexy guy who will love me no matter what. And maybe one who will do me up against the wall. I sneak a peek at the sexiness sitting next to me. He’s still looking up at the sky. And, damn, even his profile is handsome. And he smells so freaking good, I want to lick him. “So, did your guy not come back with sushi?” he asks, facing me. “No, he sent me a breakup text.” “That must have been a shock.” He places his hand on top of mine. And there’s something in his gesture—something in the warmth of his hand—that makes me feel safe. “It was.” His thumb caresses the top of my hand—comforting me—for a few seconds before he hands me back the bottle. “Here, drink. Then keep talking.” I take a big gulp. “I’m going to be drunk. Actually, Sexy, I might already be drunk. Anyway, that breakup was like a year ago. The last few months, I’ve been dating Zach Ellison.” “The boy band guy?” “Yep. He’s the oldest brother in the Summer Boys. I went on tour with him. We traveled all over the world together. He had a carnival set up on an estate in England for my birthday, just because I said I wanted a funnel cake. We escaped from his crazy fans in Paris on a motorcycle, and he took me to this little macaroon shop, where we drank wine and learned how to make them. I’ve never had a guy do such crazy, over-the-top romantic gestures. Then, exactly nine days ago, the ex-boyfriend, Luke, decided he wanted me back. I said no thanks. Last weekend, Zach and I were in Vegas when a sex tape of Luke and I found its way to the Internet. Tonight, Zach broke up with me because”—I start to cry—“I’m ruining his image.” I sigh dramatically and then spill my guts about my life. “And if that isn’t bad enough, I’m currently filming a project and I absolutely hate my costar. Actually, that’s not right. He hates me. He says stuff that sounds polite, but is really a backhanded slam. When I can’t take it, I tell everyone that I’m going to my dressing room, but I really sneak out back and get high just to calm the fuck down. And I’ll eat healthy at craft services and then sneak in my dressing room and eat crap snacks. And, sometimes, I say I’m going to workout, but I really drive around and look at houses. I’m a house whore. I want a house—no, I want a home. I keep leasing places, but none of them are right. I’m on the beach now, and I hate it. It’s where Luke and I lived, and I just need to be somewhere else. But I have a lease, and my manager says it’s expensive, and I can’t just leave. My publicist is a bitch and probably had a hand in the whole sex tape thing and was probably fucking my ex while we were still dating. My mom hates me unless she needs money. And, sometimes, I wish I could leave the house looking like crap. Sometimes I just want to drive through, get a burger, and not be photographed. And, sometimes, when I tell someone I work with that I respect their opinion, I’m yelling fuck off to them in my head. And, sometimes, I just need a hug.” The next thing I know, he’s wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into his chest. Then our lips meet—slowly, softly, like he’s exploring them. He kisses my neck. Gently unbuttons my halter—causing it to fall down and expose my breasts, which he quickly covers with his mouth. “I have a question,” I say, after we’ve had sex twice. “I don’t want this night to end. And since you’re from Seattle and I’m from L.A., this, us—tonight—it could just be fun, right? A one-time thing?” “Absolutely,” he says. “And since you’re friends with the bride and groom, I assume they trust you. I’m hoping that means I can trust you too.” “You can,” he says sincerely. “Good.” I pull him up off the ground. “It’s still early. Let’s get the hell out of here and go have some fun.” Author Bio Jillian Dodd grew up on a farm in Nebraska, where she developed a love for Midwestern boys and Nebraska football. She has drank from a keg in a cornfield, attended the University of Nebraska, got to pass her candle, and did have a boy ask her to marry him in a bar. She met her own prince in college, and they have two amazing children, a Maltese named Sugar Bear, and two Labrador puppies named Camber Lacy and Cali Lucy. She is the author of the That Boy Trilogy and The Keatyn Chronicles Series.
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TRUTH OR DARE
A new adult, contemporary romance
Author: Aimee McNeil
Publisher: Limitless Publishing
âChoose TRUTH and risk exposing your heart
Choose DARE and risk exposing everything elseâ¦â
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âºSYNOPSISâº
Sophie Rogers has left her demons in the past and finally has her life under controlâ¦
Three years after leaving high school, where she was endlessly tormented by the schoolâs golden couple, Sophie has her art degree nearly in hand. Juggling two jobs, she prides herself on her focus and determination to ensure her independence.
Until Ashton King saunters back into her life as a nude model for her art classâ¦
Ashton and Lucinda had made it their mission to make Sophieâs life miserable from the moment she walked into their lives. But now, with Lucinda out of the picture and Sophie back in his sights, Ashton changes the rules of the game and takes it to a whole new level.
Sophie is thrown back into the turmoil she thought was long behind herâ¦
Ashtonâs body is made for sin, and his icy blue eyes scorch her with feelings too intense for a heart as scarred as Sophieâs to bear. Glimpses of another side of Ashton give her a flash of hope, but his deceptions run much deeper than she ever dreamed.
Truth or Dareâ¦Which would you choose?
âºFIRST CHAPTERâº
Sophie stared at the blank canvas in front of her, trying to still her shaking knee. She had been nervous when she arrived this morning. The impending art class had her anxious. It was to be her first nude model session. She had painted many people over her time as an artist, but this was the first time she would be staring at two naked people for a complete two-hour session, translating their exposed bodies onto her canvas with the experience of her handsâhands that currently moved restlessly over her supplies as the seconds ticked by. Everyone else in the class seemed to be in a state of boredom as they watched the clock on the wall.
The professor sat as his desk, loudly sipping his morning coffee. He kept checking his watch, and then confirming that the time correlated with the wall clock. âHopefully it shouldnât be too much longer,â he mumbled as his eyes traveled toward the door, his fingers tapping annoyingly on his desk. His round stomach threatened every button on his shirt as it stretched over his width. His hair was in desperate need of a trim and his beard was riddled with gray. Despite his unkempt appearance, he had grown on Sophie, his appearance quite suitable for the rough-edged professor who seemed to view the world in its own unique light.
Sophie followed his gaze toward the open door. Giggling erupted in the hallway before a young woman shuffled in. âSorry, Professor.â She smiled, her face flushing with color.
âSo sorry.â The entrancing male voice bordered on sarcasm as the man filled the doorframe. His large presence demanded the attention of everyone in the room because of his dangerous beauty. Sophieâs eyes widened in panic and she ducked behind her canvas to avoid being recognized. She could feel the blood rush to her face. Ashton King was standing in her art class with a robe that he barely had tied. What the hell was he doing here? Just breathe. Just breathe.
http://aimeemcneilswriting.blogspot.ca/p/truth-or-dare-first-chapter.html âºABOUT THE AUTHORâº
Aimee McNeil was born and raised in Nova Scotia, Canada, where she continues to live today with her husband and three children. She is a stay-at-home mother that loves every colorful moment with her family.
Aimee spends most of her free time indulging in her love of writing. You can also find her lost in the pages of a good book, or making a mess with her paints. Aimee loves to explore anything that promotes creativity. It is one of the many reason she enjoys writing.
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Title: Torn
Series: Torn #3
Author: A.F. Crowell
Publisher: Boroughs Publishing Group
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: November 18, 2015
Blurb
Torn between two powerful men who adore her, ER nurse Leila Matthews has found the love of her life...but the road to happily-ever-after is paved with betrayal, secrets, and dead bodies.
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For ER nurse Leila Matthews, life has never been easy. Her father turned his back on their family and her mother died young. Her cop brother’s near fatal gunshot wound brought Brody Davis into her life, the handsome CEO who promised her the world but left her pregnant with his child. Enter Jaxon Henderson, the sexy-as-sin VP of the local MC. Friend first, he has become the great love of her life. Tall, handsome, golden, his passion is matched only by his possessive and protective nature. But Jaxon has dark secrets, and his deception tests Leila’s love to its core. Jaxon Henderson knows three things: He loves Leila Matthews more than anything, he's lied to her, and he’s sworn to secrecy about the danger and violence that gathers on the horizon. To keep Leila safe, he must tell her all, but full disclosure has a price, and that price may just be everything.
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At thirty-four weeks pregnant, dancing to the oldies was not on the menu. Neither was sitting at Brody’s dining room table crying my heart out. Right after blasting Funkytown, the DJ on WXLY said, “Now here’s a problem.” then played Torn Between Two Lovers. Like I needed to hear that shit.
I’d spent the day contemplating how to tell Brody – my baby’s father – what I was thinking, and where things stood with my fiancé, Jaxon. Yeah, my MC VP and I had a lot of outstanding issues, but it had come time to make a decision. Brody kissing me the night before did nothing to give me clarity. I had been doing a decent job of organizing my discussion strategy when the damned song came on and sent me into a tailspin. When I was not a blubbering mess, I had spent the afternoon in the kitchen making dinner. By the time Brody came home, I’d pulled myself together – mostly. He stood before me probably thinking my hormones got the better of me - once again - when he asked, “What’s up Lei? We could’ve gone to dinner. You really didn’t have to cook… but thank you,” he walked over and kissed the top of my head. “How was your day?” “Uh, fine, I guess.” I smiled half-heartedly, lost in my own head. “Well, it looks delicious.” We ate mostly in silence as I screwed up my courage to say what needed saying. “We need to talk, Brody,” I looked down so I wouldn’t have to meet his eyes. The fork he was holding made a loud clank as he dropped it to the plate. “Yeah, we do,” he sighed. “Listen, I know things are complicated and I’m making them worse. I wish, for your sake, I could tell you that I was drunk last night and that I didn’t mean to kiss you… I guess I had hoped it would be the beginning of us getting back together.” Just as I opened my mouth to respond my cell started ringing. My BFF Barb. I hit ignore. Brody raised an eyebrow. “Barb.” I waved my hand in the air. “I’ll call her back later.” Then placed the phone on the table. “So last night-” My cell started ringing again. I glanced over, “Huh. Barb again.” “Answer it. Maybe something’s wrong,” “Hey Barb, I’m with Brody. Can I call you in a little-” “Leila, honey, where are you?” she sounded frantic. “I’m at Brody’s. What’s wrong?” Suddenly, I had an awful feeling in the pit of my stomach. “I need you to come to the ER now. Can you get Brody to drive you?” “What the hell’s going on?” My eyes widened as fear tore through my chest and crept up my throat. “I’ll explain when you get here.” Barb stalled. “I don’t want you freaking out on the way. It’s not good for the baby.” “No way. What in the hell is going on? I’m not moving until you tell me what’s wrong. What happened?” Full blown panic had set in. Worst case scenarios ran through my head in rapid fire succession. Brody grabbed the phone out of my hand. “Barb, its Brody. What is going on? Leila is white as a sheet.” I tried to grab the phone back, but he stood and began pacing the room. Hearing nothing but watching his face turn into a mask of stone, I felt the blood drain from my head. “Fuck. Okay, we're on our way,” he hung up, stopped in front of me, crouched down on one knee, but looked down at the hardwood floor. Finally, he lifted his eyes to mine. “What’s wrong?” The words were half stuck in my throat. He clasped my hands between his. “I’ll explain on the way. You need to grab your purse and use the bathroom. Just please try and stay calm, okay?” “Just tell me,” I whispered. I knew someone I loved was dead. He stood and walked to the doorway. “We’re wasting time. Go to the bathroom, I’ll grab your purse and my phone and I’ll meet you in the garage.” Typical Brody, he walked away not giving me a whole lot of choice but to do as he directed. When I met him in the garage, he had already started the Viper, and had the garage door opened. Without a word, he helped me in the car and we took off. “Start talking Brody,” I demanded. “You said you’d explain on the way.” Staring straight ahead Brody finally spoke. “What I’m about to say is going to be hard to hear, baby. You need to stay calm and think about our daughter, okay?” “Brody, please.” Tears pricked my eyes. “Promise me. I need you to stay calm and be the ER nurse right now.” He glanced over as we pulled onto the main road. “Okay, okay. I promise. Now what’s happened? Is it my brother?” I gripped the side of my seat. “No. Drew is fine…,” he hesitated. “It’s Jaxon.” For a moment I couldn’t process what I heard. “What? What happened? Why is he in the ER?” “I don’t know anything more than there was an incident with the motorcycle gang-” “Club,” I interrupted, correcting him. “What?” He looked from the road to me for a split second. “It’s a motorcycle club. Not a gang. They’re mostly military vets, Brody, not thugs.”
“Okay. Whatever. Something went down and Jaxon was in the middle of it. Drew is on his way to the ER. Barb said he’d meet us there.” Brody eased onto the expressway and let the Henny do what she did best. She rolled.
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A.F. Crowell lives in Charleston, SC with her husband and two sons. They have two dogs, Diesel, a German Shepherd rescue and Dez, a black Labrador Retriever. She shares her love of books with her children, who have a head start on becoming life-long readers. Romance fiction hit her radar when her husband forced her to watch Twilight one weekend when they were snowed in. That was it! From there her love grew; Contemporary Romance, Paranormal, YA and Dystopian are her preferred reads.
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Title: Waiting for Us
Series: Waiting #1
Author: Dawn Stanton
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: November 17, 2015
Blurb
Cory Marshall- I’ve been in love with him for almost half of my life. He’s my older brother’s best friend. He’s a player, a notorious heartbreaker...and now he wants a shot at mine. Marcus O’Connor- He’s been my best friend for as long as I can remember. He’s loyal, he’s compassionate...he’s beautiful. How can I possibly choose between one man who could break my heart and another who might make it whole? Which one is the right choice for me…when I’ve fallen in love with both of them?
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I open the bathroom door and hold it for Shelby. We are walking past the men's room at the same time Cory is exiting it. We barely miss bumping into each other and share a laugh over our close call. "Hey, can I grab you for a sec?" He asks me. "Sure, Shelby I'll meet you on the dance floor in a few." Shelby nods and smirks as she walks away. She knows about my "Cory crush" and how hot I think he is. "So what's up Cory?" I ask, wondering what he could want to talk to me about. "Come here," he says, wrapping his warm hand around mine. He walks us back toward where we just came from, before continuing down the hall and around a sharp corner. He fluidly turns me to face him and tucks me back into the alcove on the right side of the hallway. The small space is deep enough to offer some privacy as he maneuvers his body close to mine. My breath stutters from the contact and I suddenly feel nervous. I'm not sure what to do with my hands so I place my palms on the cool wall behind me, bracing myself against it. He runs the top of his index finger slowly down my cheek and back up again. "It seems like such a cliché' for you to be turning sweet sixteen and you've never been kissed. I thought I could help you out with that." He says with a sly smile on his handsome face. Before I can reply that I have already been kissed, he is softly pressing his mouth to mine. His lips are warm and sure. It feels different than kissing Marcus. Maybe it's the fact that he's eight years older than me and he has a lot of experience, whatever the reason, I feel as though I'm kissing a man. The kiss is over almost before it's begun, yet I can't help but feel as though my destiny has been irrevocably changed as a result. One small kiss from Cory Marshall and my life would never be the same.
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First time author Dawn Stanton, writes women's fiction with a romantic and risqué edge. With her debut novel Waiting for Us, she fulfilled a life-long dream of becoming a published author.
Stanton, a life-long resident of the east coast, makes her home in New England with her husband, Amazon bestselling author Daniel Stanton, and their two sons. Look for the next book in the Waiting series, Waiting for Love, in January of 2016. Dawn and Daniel are planning to work together on a collaboration sometime in the near future.
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Title: Gargoyle
Series: Woodland Creek
Author: Scarlett Dawn
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: November 15, 2015
Blurb
A shifter made of stone. And wings.
A human bent on free love. And drunk. A joke could be made with those two lines. But the town of Woodland Creek, it's no laughing matter. Hostile and magical residents guard their secrets. It's too easy to be found out. When Isaac Stone first meets Kennedy Kirk, he's tempted to shove her off the clock tower. After all, she is gripping his private parts to lean over and see his town. One little push is all it would take... **THIS IS A 35,000 WORD NOVELLA**
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New York Times bestseller and award-winner, Scarlett Dawn is the author of the Forever Evermore new adult fantasy series, the Cold Mark new adult science fiction saga, and the Lion Security contemporary series.
She lives in the Midwest, adores her music loud, and demands her fries covered in melted cheese.
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TRUTH OR DARE
A new adult, contemporary romance
Author: Aimee McNeil
Publisher: Limitless Publishing
âChoose TRUTH and risk exposing your heart
Choose DARE and risk exposing everything elseâ¦â
Amazon.ca http://goo.gl/5R8QR6
Amazon.com http://goo.gl/uzimyU
Amazon.co.uk http://goo.gl/N5z7Jh
âºSYNOPSISâº
Sophie Rogers has left her demons in the past and finally has her life under controlâ¦
Three years after leaving high school, where she was endlessly tormented by the schoolâs golden couple, Sophie has her art degree nearly in hand. Juggling two jobs, she prides herself on her focus and determination to ensure her independence.
Until Ashton King saunters back into her life as a nude model for her art classâ¦
Ashton and Lucinda had made it their mission to make Sophieâs life miserable from the moment she walked into their lives. But now, with Lucinda out of the picture and Sophie back in his sights, Ashton changes the rules of the game and takes it to a whole new level.
Sophie is thrown back into the turmoil she thought was long behind herâ¦
Ashtonâs body is made for sin, and his icy blue eyes scorch her with feelings too intense for a heart as scarred as Sophieâs to bear. Glimpses of another side of Ashton give her a flash of hope, but his deceptions run much deeper than she ever dreamed.
Truth or Dareâ¦Which would you choose?
âºFIRST CHAPTERâº
Sophie stared at the blank canvas in front of her, trying to still her shaking knee. She had been nervous when she arrived this morning. The impending art class had her anxious. It was to be her first nude model session. She had painted many people over her time as an artist, but this was the first time she would be staring at two naked people for a complete two-hour session, translating their exposed bodies onto her canvas with the experience of her handsâhands that currently moved restlessly over her supplies as the seconds ticked by. Everyone else in the class seemed to be in a state of boredom as they watched the clock on the wall.
The professor sat as his desk, loudly sipping his morning coffee. He kept checking his watch, and then confirming that the time correlated with the wall clock. âHopefully it shouldnât be too much longer,â he mumbled as his eyes traveled toward the door, his fingers tapping annoyingly on his desk. His round stomach threatened every button on his shirt as it stretched over his width. His hair was in desperate need of a trim and his beard was riddled with gray. Despite his unkempt appearance, he had grown on Sophie, his appearance quite suitable for the rough-edged professor who seemed to view the world in its own unique light.
Sophie followed his gaze toward the open door. Giggling erupted in the hallway before a young woman shuffled in. âSorry, Professor.â She smiled, her face flushing with color.
âSo sorry.â The entrancing male voice bordered on sarcasm as the man filled the doorframe. His large presence demanded the attention of everyone in the room because of his dangerous beauty. Sophieâs eyes widened in panic and she ducked behind her canvas to avoid being recognized. She could feel the blood rush to her face. Ashton King was standing in her art class with a robe that he barely had tied. What the hell was he doing here? Just breathe. Just breathe.
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Aimee McNeil was born and raised in Nova Scotia, Canada, where she continues to live today with her husband and three children. She is a stay-at-home mother that loves every colorful moment with her family.
Aimee spends most of her free time indulging in her love of writing. You can also find her lost in the pages of a good book, or making a mess with her paints. Aimee loves to explore anything that promotes creativity. It is one of the many reason she enjoys writing.
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Title: So Much More
Series: Made For Love #3
Author: R.C. Martin
Genre: New Adult Romance
Cover Design: Pink Ink Designs
Release Date: December 4, 2015
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The Red Coat Incident
4 cups humiliation
2 cups rejection
1/2 cup heartache
3 tbs regret
1 tsp tears
A pinch of hope
Sarah's life is a bit of a mess. After only a year of living her dream, teaching the third grade, one catastrophic mistake has her packing her bags and running away. Lost and broken, she clings to the small hope that her old stomping grounds will be the perfect place for her to start fresh. When she walks into Little Bird Cafe, looking for a job, she finds herself unprepared for the sweet deliciousness that is Brandon. The Olivia Incident
5 cups loyalty
3 cups stupidity
1/4 cup resentment
2 tbs distrust
1 tsp weakness
A pinch of lust
Brandon's dream is finally coming true. His days may be long and hard, but he refuses to complain. He starts every morning in his kitchen, baking his signature pastries. With the students pouring into the college town he calls home any day now, he knows he needs help around the shop. When Sarah, the blonde-haired, blue-eyed beauty, walks into Little Bird asking for a job, he's can't refuse her. As her new boss, he tries to convince himself that he can look, but he can't touch. When he lets her loose in his kitchen, her broken heart is mended, his battered heart is stolen, and they can't deny that they both want more. So much more. Book three in the Made for Love series can be read as a STANDALONE novel! I promise. Written for audiences 18+ years of age due to language and sexual content.
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With the uncomfortable amount of tension in our apartment, I decided to head out with my laptop and do some online job hunting elsewhere. There are a million and one coffee shops in Fort Collins, so I knew I’d be able to settle myself somewhere. When I found parking just a short walk away from Little Bird, it was like the coffee shop was welcoming me back.
I spent a good amount of time here during my senior year at CSU. Addie, Roman and I had this little tradition. Every month we would get together for the open-mic-night that was hosted here. Addie and I knew Roman from work. Roman. For a while, I had such a big crush on him. He was handsome and enchanting and, unfortunately, totally into my best friend. Obviously that didn’t work out in my favor. It’s a common trend when it comes to my love life. Then again, things didn’t work out so well for him either. Addie picked the other guy. Her forever love. I wonder what Roman’s life is like now. The little girl in my arms is his niece. I can hardly believe I’m holding evidence of more than a year gone by. When I left, Daphne and Trevor were just friends. Totally and completely in love, but just friends. When I left—Little Bird Cafe was just that. Now, it’s Little Bird Cafe. Home of Brandon’s Bakery. Brandon. Hot. Damn. Brandon. I’m trying not to stare. I really am. I’m not interested in men these days. Really. Truly. But Brandon… I told him I remembered his face, but I don’t remember it being so distracting. Maybe it’s because I was too hung up on Roman at the time to notice. Whatever the case may be, I can't stop thinking about his smile. I don't know how he does it, but when he smiles, he looks charming and endearing, but also smolderingly handsome. When I look at him, it's like fanning through a rolodex of my favorite book boyfriends. Except he's real. I could touch him. Shit. Don't think about touching him! My heart shoves aside my rationale and I try and imagine what it would be like to kiss him. Or what it would feel like to have his dark, honey brown scruff scrape across my skin as his lips leave a wet trail down my neck. My Lord, that low trimmed beard he wears is totally sexy in that rugged, I'm-a-man-and-I-won't-apologize-for-it sort of way. And he most certainly is all man. All six-foot-plus of him, with a beautiful body that looks to be void of a single ounce of fat. I wonder what he would look like in nothing but that black apron he's sporting right now... Fuck, fuck, fuck! Stop, stop, stop! Too much smut. I've been reading too much smut! I want the job, not the man. The job! Remember the last time you wanted the man? My heart flips me off, unappreciative of the reminder; but my pulse slows knowing my brain is right. I want the job. I need the job. Anything else is more than I can handle in my current state. With that in mind, I snuggle Caroline a little closer and then look back over at Brandon. The job. I want the job. Not those warm, dark hazel eyes. The job, dammit. The job. I clear my throat, hoping my voice won’t be dripping in lust when I go to use it. “So, when did Little Bird became Home of Brandon’s Bakery?” I manage. “A couple months ago,” he says with a smile that can’t decide if it’s shy or proud.
Kill me now.
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I'm a born and bred Coloradan. I will always claim that square state as my home! While I now reside in Virginia, the land of the Rocky Mountains is where I've left a piece of my heart and where my characters come to life. I'm a woman in love with love and filled to the brim with compassion for women like me, on a journey to find themselves in today's society. I aspire to inspire my readers to do more than settle. I hope that my writing will remind everyone that she (or he!) is valuable and worthy of the best kind of love--the kind that is gentle, patient, faithful, passionate, all consuming, never ending, and leaves you breathless. When I'm not writing I'm reading; when I'm not reading I'm writing...you know how it goes! I also enjoy cooking, baking, crocheting, and jigsaw puzzles. Basically, I'm an old soul with a young heart, nonchalantly waiting for my prince to come.
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Title: Mina's Revenge
Series: Woodland Creek
Author: J.M. Witt
Genre: Shifter Romance
Release Date: November 16, 2015
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Mina Spitz, a lifetime resident of Woodland Creek, has been alone longer than she cares to remember. Her powers are changing and they’re more than the bloodline inheritance from her mother. She has a feeling that the identity of her father has something to do with it. Rollo Frost is new to town. He’s tall, dark, dangerous, and everyone knows it. Relocating his pack to Woodland Creek, he’s determined to put the secrets that haunt him to rest. The problem is he doesn’t know the truth behind those secrets and may never know. Rollo becomes enthralled with Mina, wanting to know her secret, and his pack isn’t happy about it. Mina has the power to destroy everything Rollo’s built, she just doesn’t know it…yet. When life-altering secrets are exposed, their worlds collide in a way they never expected.
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Watching as the ball rolled to the destination I’d predicted, my opponent cursed.
“Shit!” After sinking the eight ball into the corner pocket, I replaced my stick in the holder and walked over to him and held out my hand. I hadn’t gotten his name and hadn’t cared to. He was either new to town or just passing through, not that either mattered to me. He’d taken in my womanly shape and let his ego—and maybe the booze-- get to him. After insulting me, I’d accepted his challenge as some of the regulars looked on, giggling. Some may have classified me as a ‘shark’ but that wasn’t really my problem. He’d seen me as an easy win, and I proved him wrong. I could smell the stink that lingered on him. Permeating the air around me, even the aroma of peanuts and alcohol couldn’t hide his stench. Of course my senses were keen and came in handy now and then. He was a shifter and I guessed a canine of some kind. Tired of waiting, I demanded my money. “Deal’s a deal. Hand it over.” He scoffed and swaggered in drunkenness as he leaned in closer. “You’s a snake.” Leaning back, trying to avoid his nasty breath fanning my face, I spit out. “No, not a snake.” I heard some snickers from the bar, but ignored them. “But I may go rabid on your ass if you don’t hand over my money.” That seemed to get his attention. But just as quick he turned from me and stumbled toward a corner table. I stayed several steps behind as I observed those sitting there. They too were new to town or passing through. I didn’t recognize any of them and I knew everyone in Woodland Creek—at least everyone who mattered. As he took his seat, completely ignoring my presence, my eyes immediately found a pair of green-blue eyes sitting on the other side of the table. I was momentarily drawn into them and blinked, breaking the spell. There was something about him, besides the fact that he was rugged and big. I wondered how tall he was, knowing his height had to be significant. My senses had been off lately so I couldn’t get the read on him that I wanted to. His hair was long and dark and he had it pulled back loosely. His face was covered in a beard that was in desperate need of a trim. A leather coat covered his shoulders as I took in their width. His mouth curled into a smile before he turned back to the woman hanging on his side. Rolling my eyes I turned back to my competitor. Placing my hands on the table, I leaned in and demanded my money once again. “This is the last time I’m going to say it. You lost fair and square.” He snarled at me and the rest of the table grew silent. The ambiance changed and I stood up fully, taking a step back. My eyes met the green-blue ones once again as they shifted to gold. He was a shifter, too. Hell, probably they all were and I knew in that moment that most likely they weren’t just passing through. “Zeke, what d’ya owe the lady?” “She hustled me, I don’t owe her anything.” The same girl from before turned her attention to Zeke as she mumbled, “She ain’t no lady!” She watched me, waiting for a reaction. Scouring my body, she taunted me. “In fact, I bet she works for an hourly wage on the corner.” I had a temper and before I knew it, I was nose to nose with her, leaning across the table spitting out, “You can find out how much of a lady I’m not. Just say one more word.” Green-blue eyes—my name for him—stood and everyone paid attention. He was taller than I imagined and his hair was longer, too. He walked around the table and stood in front of me. Leering down at me, his eyes flashed gold again. When I didn’t flinch, his expression became curious, examining me closely. If he didn’t know what I was, he was a good actor. I was growing uncomfortable, when he suggested, “If I were you, I’d let it go. Zeke here has a bad temper and I’d hate to see him lose that temper on a sweet thing like you.” Ugh. I was utterly disgusted. “I’m no sweet thing. Maybe you should warn Zeke about my temper.” “What’s your name?” He took another step closer as I tilted my neck up to see him. If he thought he could intimidate me, he was wrong… Maybe. “Mine’s Rollo.” He stuck his hand between us and smiled. Groaning, I leaned around him so my eyes could meet Zeke’s. “Keep the money. Maybe use it to get groomed and bathed.” Zeke lurched up, but Rollo, with a smile on his face, put his hand up and Zeke sat right back down, making it evident that Rollo was their leader. Grinning at me he said, “You’ve got balls.” “If you mean bigger than his,” nodding toward Zeke, I confirmed, “Bet your ass I do.” It was a lost cause. Zeke could keep his forty bucks and get bent. I had more important things to deal with. That got Rollo to smile. A chill ran up my spine and I knew I had to go. Turning, I stalked toward the door, grabbing my own leather jacket off my stool at the bar as I walked by. I walked out of Vider’s into the cold night and inhaled deeply, but another scent caught my attention. Turning, Rollo was walking out the door and headed right for me. Marching toward my store, the next one down, I picked up my pace. I didn’t have time for a random hookup, not tonight. “Hey, you didn’t tell me your name.” Shouting over my shoulder, I replied, “I know I didn’t.”
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I'm a stay-at-home mom with four young children and one extremely supportive husband. We've been married for over ten years and reside in Metro Detroit, Michigan.
I've dreamed of writing romance novels since I was little. After having baby #4, who may or may not have been fathered by Christian Grey, I decided it was time to pursue my dreams. When I'm not running to various appointments, enjoying time with my friends and my family, dating my husband, or avoiding cleaning my house, I'm writing!
I love music and believe that books and music can't exist without the other. My goal is for you to read more than a good book, but for you to have an experience!
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Behind the ComputerF.L. JacobGenre: Romance*Mature Audiences*Release Date: October 28, 2015I’m Sawyer James, best-selling indie author. There have been so many rumors going around about my model, Caleb Allen, and I that I can’t see straight. So, instead of sitting back on my hands like I’m told I need to do, let it blow over, and kill everyone with kindness, I’m going to do what I do best, I’m going to write a book about our relationship.So here it is, our story. The real story.Now if you have anything to talk about, you can shove it because this is the truth.This is the story from behind the computer.Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1W8FhUYAmazon UK: http://amzn.to/1MWZVXEBarnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/1GIKcKI am a mommy oftwo, wife to an amazing man, and full-time employee. Life is crazy and busy! I started writing again during a darker time in my life in a group write in a Facebook group. They brought back my passion for writing that I haven’t felt since high school and helped me through hard times.Starting this process was tedious and nerve-wracking, but my amazing ladies and my fabulous husband have inspired me to take my love for writing to the next step.My current books are Have I Told You, I Won't Give Up on You, A Very Merry Black Hollywood Christmas, and Give Me All of You, all part of the Black Hollywood Series.Behind the Computer is a new standalone that’s not part of the BH series. It's a step outside of my comfort zone, but the story hit me like a ton of bricks so I went with it.Coming 2016, One in a Million. New Characters, New story, Standalone! More information coming soon.AUTHOR CONTACTS:WEBSITE - FACEBOOK - TWITTER - AMAZON - BLOGOTHER BOOKS BY FL JACOB:Black Hollywood Series:1- Have I Told YouUS: http://amzn.to/192SkSHUK: http://amzn.to/1DGqXQ2B&N: http://bit.ly/1rnWT6e2- I Won't Give Up on You AmazonUS: http://amzn.to/1na2dWHAmazon UK: http://tinyurl.com/lsst6eoBarnes & Noble: http://tinyurl.com/myh5z522.5- A Very Merry Black Hollywood ChristmasAmazon US: http://amzn.to/ZSNaIqAmazon UK: http://amzn.to/1GHuZGOBarnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/1rwLzim3- (can be read as a standalone) Give Me All of YouUS: http://amzn.to/1E0URsvUK: http://amzn.to/1G94rPSBarnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/1NGszZt
Working at a law firm comes with its own set of rules, and Blaire has broken rule number one. Consorting with the opposition could get her fired. In the blink of an eye, all of her hopes, dreams, goals, and aspirations could be dismissed. She knows this. Joel, EJ—whoever he is—is the enemy. Persona non grata. Her mind is aware of his standing. But her body? Not so much. It remembers every moment shared. Every flirty smile and witty comeback. Every whispered word with carefully placed hands. Falling into bed with him was easy. Getting him to stay away will be the hardest thing she’s ever faced. Shut Out releases November 23rd **Book 2 in the Just This Once Series** Release Dates Shut In: 11/9 Shut Out: 11/23 Shut Off: 12/7 Book 1 Shut In
I moaned his name, aware of how my breasts vibrated against his chest with that one syllable, one word. Joel wore his restraint like a thinly veiled armor, the slight tremor of his chest displaying the lust he could barely contain. I knew what he was waiting for. It was the same thing that stopped me from climbing him right there in the elevator--the elevator could stop at any time before making it to the ninth floor. Clutching his hair, I held him in place, taking control. If we were doing this, I wanted to be present and participating for every bit of it because as soon as the moment washed away like ships set to sea, I knew I would be done. I was quenching a thirst; that was all. It was just something, anything to hold me over. The throb may have started between my legs, but every day I woke up, it seemed to consume more and more of my body until it seemed like if my chest were open you’d be able to see the bruising with your own eyes. “I’m trying to keep this decent, but god I want to worship your pussy with my tongue and taste the juices I know are already waiting for me. Do you feel the heat?” He took my hand in his and I watched fascinated by the difference in the size of our palms. I forgot what it felt like for him to do something as innocent as hold my hand, but there was nothing innocent about what he was doing at that moment. He shoved my hand and his between my legs, and I felt the inexplicable heat that washed over our hands like steam rising from manholes on a New York winter day. “Tell me that’s for me. Tell me I’m not alone in this. I need you,” he groaned, and I felt the weight of his body finally give way to mine, relinquishing all of the torment that he’d endured at my rejection of him. The elevator slowed and it was as if time stopped as the doors peeled opened. Joel looked at me with an intense need in his eyes. A look that one night wouldn’t be able to snuff out. This was all I was giving him, so before the doors could close I took his hand in mine and escaped, dashing out into the corridor that stretched endlessly before us. “You’ve got thirty minutes.” The words had barely left my lips before he was yanking me down the hall to room 913. “You’re killing me with the time limit, but I can make my pretty bird sing in less than five minutes. I’ll make do.”
Cee Smith is a lover of the written word. Since first learning how to string a sentence together, she’s been putting pen to paper and hasn’t looked back. Though she’s no longer obsessed with blood and gore, the dark side still calls to her, often finding refuge in her current writings. Her addiction to reading is what finally inspired her to take a chance at publishing. A California native, currently residing in North Carolina with her husband. She loves salacious stories, true love and forbidden romances—the more angst the better. Other than reading and writing, some of her other obsessions are peanut butter (don’t get her started), Michael Fassbender, and watching tv. She loves talking about the creative process and what books she’s reading, so feel free to shoot her a line. Or if you just want to say hi that’s fine too. She swears she’ll respond. Author links Twitter FacebookGoodreadsAmazon page
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