That’s right ladies! (And gentlemen, I am not one to discriminate!) I am so excited to be a part of the ARC crew for Lauren Rowe, author extraordinaire! So here I go, getting ready to dive in to her fabulousness!
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I’m a man without a conscience.
I deal in murder and mayhem.
I’m the best at what I do.
Frankie Helburn is supposed to be an easy job.
A means to flush her father out of hiding.
Simple.
Except there isn’t anything simple about Frankie or the secrets she’s keeping.
She’s cocaine with legs. I’m addicted before I’ve even had a taste.
I might have her, but I can’t keep her.
But if her father doesn’t show his face, Frankie will be mine.
To KILL.
*Can be read as a standalone.
T.M.Frazier is a USA TODAY bestselling author. She resides in sunny Southwest Florida with her husband and her young daughter.
When she’s not writing she loves talking to her readers, country music, reading and traveling. Her debut novel, The Dark Light of Day was published in September of 2013 and when she started writing it she intended for it to be a light beachy romance.
Well…it has a beach in it!
I am motherf*cking Smoke….
Whew! What an introduction. When I first read All The Rage (and the numerous re-reads later) I have wondered more and more about this character, Smoke. And T.M., being the genius she is gave us his book and I was floored, absolutely floored.
Gosh, I don’t even know where to start. So excuse my rambling, but I just have to get everything out!
Well first off, I am so glad we got to read about past characters! They are secondary characters of course, but they come across so beautifully, so utterly them and it was like having a family reunion as I was reading! It was so good to “see” them again!
This story is about Smoke and Frankie Helburn…I flove her name! It’s just perfect!
Then of course we find out why Smoke became the man he is and it is heart wrenching! To come through what he has and to be as “normal” as he is, is a testament to his strength! I love his nickname for Frankie, it flows so well with the story.
Frankie is a flawed genius, her own upbringing is just as tragic as Smoke’s. I think that’s what makes her and Smoke fit together so well.
The chemistry between these two is white hot and classic T.M.! This story has the twists and turns that leaves you begging for more! It grabs you by the throat and tells you to keep reading until the very end. The way a well written story should do!
And as I thank T.M. for yet another fabulous story, I just want to end by quoting one of my favorite lines in the book. “He named the bacon….”
by K. Webster & Ker Dukey
Publication Date: February 26, 2018
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Dark, Mafia, Romance
The Vasiliev name is a powerful one.
We rule with an iron fist and we do it well.
Being the eldest, I am Father’s best hope at keeping us at the top of the food chain.
Everything I do has purpose.
Everything I do has reason.
Until her.
I play my games thinking several moves ahead.
Power. Power. Power.
Until her.
The next move requires I marry and soon.
This will strengthen us and secure our position.
But I am not to marry her.
I am to wed the eldest Volkov.
Problem is, her younger sister is the one who awakens my dead heart.
It is her I want in my bed and by my side forever.
Her. Her. Her.
In this game, though, it’s not about what I want.
But maybe it can be about what she wants.
I am Vlad.
Vile. Vicious. Villainous. Vasiliev.
And I will win eventually.
K Webster is the author of dozens romance books in many different genres including contemporary romance, historical romance, paranormal romance, and erotic romance. When not spending time with her husband of twelve years and two adorable children, she’s active on social media connecting with her readers.
Her other passions besides writing include reading and graphic design. K can always be found in front of her computer chasing her next idea and taking action. She looks forward to the day when she will see one of her titles on the big screen.
My books all tend to be darker romance, edge of you seat, angst filled reads. My advice to my readers when starting one of my titles…prepare for the unexpected.
I have always had a passion for storytelling, whether it be through lyrics or bed time stories with my sisters growing up.
My mum would always have a book in her hand when I was young and passed on her love for reading, inspiring me to venture into writing my own. I tend to have a darker edge to my writing. Not all love stories are made from light; some are created in darkness but are just as powerful and worth telling.
When I’m not lost in the world of characters I love spending time with my family. I’m a mum and that comes first in my life but when I do get down time I love attending music concerts or reading events with my younger sister.
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She currently lives in the Northwest with her lumberjack and an entire brood of
fur babies.
Synopsis
From the USA TODAY Bestselling romantic comedy series, ‘Scenes from the Hallway,’ Knitting in the City #6.5
You know who I am.
I swear too much, I crack too many jokes, and I got a thing for Kat Tanner; a messy thing, a distracting thing, a getting-in-the-way-of-everything thing; a thing that makes being in the same room with the woman torture. Sometimes it’s the good kind. Mostly, it’s not.
What you don’t know is how it all started. You don’t know how we met, you might not know what happened in Vegas (or the morning after), and you definitely don’t know what happened after that.
You want to know the story before the story? Well . . . here you go.
But be careful what you ask for. As I’ve discovered the hard way, you might not like it.
‘Scenes from the Hallway’ is a companion short prequel/short story (11k words) for the upcoming book, ‘Marriage of Inconvenience,’ and includes the first 3 chapters of the soon to be released novel! (‘Marriage of Inconvenience’ releases March 6, 2018.)
WARNING This short story contains a lot of cussing. Do not download or read if you dislike curse words in novels. WARNING
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From New York Times bestselling author, Corinne Michaels, comes a new heartwarming standalone romance.
I’m getting really good at cutting my losses.
First, the husband. Divorcing him was the best decision I ever made. But between single-parenting and job-hunting, I can’t catch my breath. When a celebrity blogging position falls into my lap, I’m determined to succeed.
That is, until I get my first assignment and actually see Noah Frazier for the first time . . . practically naked and dripping wet. My heart races and I forget how to form complete sentences. His chiseled abs, irresistible smirk, and crystal blue eyes are too perfect to be real. So, what do I do? Get drunk and humiliate myself, of course.
I’m ready to forget the awkward night, yet Noah has no intention of allowing me to move on. Instead, he arranges for me to write a feature on him, ensuring a lot more time together. One embarrassing moment after another, one kiss after another, and before I can stop myself, I realize—I’m falling in love with him.
But when the unthinkable happens, can I even blame him for cutting his losses?
What I wouldn’t give for just one last time . . .
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I can hide out until the scandal with my evil ex blows over AND have a wild
rebound at the same time. Besides, I’ve got no heart left to break. My ex made
sure of that.
As long as Rafe and I keep our no-strings fling from our families, what can
possibly go wrong?
***
This is so damned wrong.I don’t do drama, and this thing with Carrie Haverford has Bad News written all
over it. After one red-hot kiss, I know I should cut and run.
Instead I take her home, take her in her car, take her to the beach and make
her scream louder than the crashing waves. And then I take her so far into my
heart I don’t see how I’m ever going to let her go.
The say the bigger and badder they are, the harder they fall. But when I fall
for a girl with third degree love burns, how can I convince her that fire is a
good thing?
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.
From New York Times bestselling author Penelope Ward, comes a new, sexy standalone novel.
Growing up, the three of us were friends.
He was the nerd.
I was the playboy.
She was the beauty.
Deep down, I only ever wanted her. I kept it inside because Rory and I made a pact that our friend, Amber, was off-limits.
He lied.
I went off to college, and he got the girl.
Amber never knew how I felt.
They were together for years—before he broke her heart.
Through it all and across the miles, she and I casually stayed in touch.
When my job sent me to Boston for a three-month contract position, Amber let me stay in her spare room.
Still reeling from her breakup, she’d sworn off men.
One night, I opened her computer to find the shock of my life. She’d hesitantly contacted a male escort company. Afraid to date and get her heart broken again, she was looking for sex with no strings.
Every emotion imaginable ran through me: protectiveness, jealousy—curiosity.
Amber had chosen Gentleman Number Nine and sent him a message.
She opened up to him, confessing, among other things, her physical attraction to her friend— me. But she considered me off-limits—and she thought I was a manwhore. (Ironic, considering the circumstances.)
Eventually, she set up a date to meet Gentleman Nine at a hotel.
When she showed up several nights later to meet him, she got the surprise of her life to see me standing there—with an offer I hoped she wouldn’t refuse.
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G9,
Is that what your friends call you? I like that. Thanks for the answers.
That’s an interesting question—why tonight of all nights? Well, I saw my ex tagged on Facebook with another woman, and that put me over the edge. But it’s more than that. Lately, I’ve developed a strong attraction to a good friend of mine, and that’s sort of screwing with me a bit. He’s actually temporarily living in my condo, but he’s someone I’ve known for years. I’ve always thought he was extremely handsome, but it’s complicated. He and I would not be a good match romantically. He’s not the monogamous type, or at least, he never used to be. We’re better off as friends. He was also the best friend of my ex years back, so there’s that. Having him around, though, has made me more sensitized to my sexual desires. Little things like the waft of his scent, the way he touches the small of my back when he passes by me in the kitchen…it’s like my body is on this constant state of alert. So, I was thinking if I could just—for lack of a better word—get laid, maybe I could get this feeling out of my system.
—Amber
My jaw was open as I just sat there staring at the screen.
Holy shit.
I read it again.
And again.
And again.
I honestly didn’t think that Amber felt that way about me. She would always make jokes about me being good-looking, but her attraction to Rory proved that her taste wasn’t exactly conventional. Now, I really felt like shit for invading her privacy, because there was no way she would’ve been okay with confessing that to me. I never imagined any of this had to do with me. I’d assumed it was solely about Rory.
She wanted to use another man to f*ck me out of her system?
That revelation left me shocked and confused—not to mention hard as f*ck thinking about the fact that Amber wanted me.
Penelope Ward is a New York Times, USA Today, and #1 Wall Street Journal Bestselling author. She’s a seventeen-time New York Times bestseller. Her novels are published in over a dozen languages and can be found in bookstores around the world. Having grown up in Boston with five older brothers, she spent most of her twenties as a television news anchor, before switching to a more family-friendly career. She is the proud mother of a beautiful 13-year-old girl with autism and a 12-year-old boy. Penelope and her family reside in Rhode Island.
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Once upon a time, killer recognized killer.
Kella is a hunter. It was the only way to survive on the streets—and it feels good. She’s never met a threat she couldn’t handle. Never stalked prey she couldn’t destroy.
And then she met the big, bad Ron Wolfe.
He rules all the darkest corners of this city. And he doesn’t have any soft spots left for little girls. Any pain in his past became armor long ago.
In a town where everyone is hiding something, the only magic is survival.
Fairytales are for children, and happy endings are lies. Some have to learn to make do with glimmers of hope, shining between grace and mercy.
There’s a knock on the door and I grudgingly slide the shoe back on before slowly rising to my feet.
Ron opens the door before I reach it, walking in and quickly closing it behind him. Despite the fact I’ve been on good behavior since my fight with Jake, he still clearly doesn’t trust me. I awkwardly make my way to him until we’re only a few inches apart. Ron inhales sharply when he gets his first full view of my dress as I stand. He lowers his head and I’m disappointed for a moment, thinking he isn’t as impressed as I wanted him to be. I feel like a stupid little girl playing dress up until I realize he’s still looking. He just wanted to take me in one end to the other. He looks at my feet, giving another sharp exhale before his eyes rise to meet mine. There’s a heat in them that wasn’t there before. I know he can see the same in mine despite my efforts to hide it. He looks powerful tonight. He’s wearing a dark three-piece suit, his cufflinks are covered in diamonds, glinting in the crappy overhead lighting. Everything about him screams dominance.
This is a man in charge. This is the Ron of legends. This man will make your life, or break it.
I can’t help but be drawn to him, moving even closer. You could barely fit a sheet of paper between us now. My heels have made our height almost even, it’s fascinating seeing his face this close when we’re not trying to kill each other for once. He inhales deeply, looking me up and down one more time. I don’t know how much he can see, our close proximity doesn’t give his head much room to lower.
“Ron …”I start to speak, unsure of what I want to say. My eyes plead with him for …something …anything.
“You’re too young for this,”he mumbles, never taking his eyes from mine. “Too young for me.”It’s almost as if he’s talking to himself and not me. I decide to speak anyway.
“I’m not too young to kill a man,”I retort, the side of my mouth rising in a smirk. Despite feeling so out of my depth I can’t control my mouth. I see Ron’s nostrils flare and his pupils dilate in response to my words.
“Now’s really not the fuckin’ time to remind me of that,” he grumbles. Despite his noise of protest, his eyes move to my lips. My breath hitches and suddenly I know I want this. Whatever this is.
“Kiss me,”I order him. My smirk turns into a full-blown smile when I see his eyebrows rise in shock at my words. Ron isn’t a man used to being bossed around.
“Let’s get something straight.” He moves, closing the miniscule distance between us, wrapping an arm around my back. He jerks me up against him, his gaze so intense it takes everything I have to maintain eye contact. I can feel the hard, long length of him against my lower stomach and it makes me shudder.
“When we’re like this,” he kisses me once, lightly across the lips, “when we are anywhere.”He kisses me again, this time longer, just teasing my bottom lip with his tongue. “I give the orders. Now kiss me.”
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