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Butcher (Devil Souls MC) Leann Ashers

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I would die for him and he would kill for me.

 

Butcher, the newest standalone the Devil Souls MC series by LeAnn Ashers is NOW AVAILABLE!

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He stalked me from the moment he saw me. He watched me day and night.

 

Butcher is what everyone calls crazy. They see all the tattoos and scars and to be honest, to most people he looks downright scary. He’s dangerous. He is after all the enforcer to the Devil Souls MC.

 

But to me? He’s just Butcher. I see him. I see who he really is. I see a man who will do anything for the people he cares about. I see the man who will protect and love me above everything else.

 

I am just as obsessed with him as he is me. I will die for him and he would kill for me.

 

What everyone doesn’t know is I have the same crazy inside of me…

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About the Author

LeAnn Asher’s is a blogger turned author who spends her days reading and writing She released her debut novel early 2016, and can’t wait to where this new adventure takes her. LeAnn writes about strong minded females and strong protective males who love their women unconditionally.

 

 

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Bronx’s Wounded Wolf (Mystic Wolves Book 4) Elle Boon

 

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Bronx’s Wounded Wolf is book four in the Mystic Wolves Series by Elle Boon!

 

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A WOUNDED WOLF…A FIERCE PROTECTOR…AN UNSHAKABLE BOND…Will Bronx and Taya be able to create that mystical bond without her inner wolf, or will their love be enough?

A WOUNDED WOLF Having suffered at the hands of a rogue pack, Taya’s wolf retreat’s deep inside her. She learns to rely on her humanity as she seeks sanctuary from the pack she’d been taken from as a child.

A FIERCE PROTECTOR…Bronx feels an instant connection to Taya the moment he set eyes on her, even though he couldn’t sense her wolf. Her pain and wariness stop him from claiming her right then and there, keeping him and his wolf on edge.

AN UNSHAKEABLE BOND…Neither Taya nor Bronx can deny their feelings for one another, and as the weeks go by, they both give into their desires. Bronx’s wolf is ready to claim Taya, wolf or not. Taya misses her wolf, but when her past catches up to them, she’ll need more than her humanity and Bronx to save her. They’ll need the strength of the pack and help from the Fey if they hope to come out of the battle alive and whole.

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I’m a huge fan of Elle Boon’s and I LOVE shifter books. So it goes without saying that Elle Boon shifter books are a dream read for me, and boy, was it ever! Elle adds the usual shifter element along with fae and their realms to come up with an enchanting read.

Bronx is the biggest, strongest, most feral wolf in the pack. Taya Blade is his mate, but after going through days of beatings and being injected with something toxic, her wolf has gone into hiding and doesn’t recognize her mate. But Bronx isn’t going to give up on trying to coax her wolf out, and he has help not only from the Mystic pack, but the Fae queen herself, Jenna.

The male that took her in the first place still has plans for her though, will Bronx be able to protect her?

The characters from prior books make appearances here as do characters from her Iron Wolves MC series and it makes this a full and incredible read that I couldn’t put down once I picked it up. Just a truly great read from a wonderful series.

5 Sexy Shifty Stars

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Excerpt

Bronx had to battle his wolf back to keep from demanding the names of all the ones who’d come before him. Yeah, he didn’t expect to take her V-card. In all actuality, he was glad she wasn’t a virgin. Most females couldn’t really handle him and his size, especially when he was close to shifting. Unlike the others in the pack, he was a little more feral. He needed the pack to tether him, or he worried he’d be more like the rogues who they had to put down.

If he ever came face to face with any of the men who she’d been with, he feared he’d hurt them.

“You’re growling, and your eyes are glowing. You need to dial it back, wolfman.” Her hands were sifting through his hair.

“Why are you not smelling like you should?” He adjusted his hold on her.

She tilted her head to the side, her eyes blinked a couple times as if she was thinking before answering him. Smart woman. He didn’t want or need her to try and lie to him.

“First off, I’m not scared, so I don’t know what you want me to do or how you think I should smell. So why don’t you tell me what you’re expecting from me.”

“You’re a wolf, and don’t give me any bullshit, or shake your damn head. Inside you’re still wolf. She’s there, and we will get her to come out and play one day. Now, to get back to the original question. You know that everything has a unique scent. Lies, arousal, fear. Fear is an acrid odor that is damn offensive to my nose when it comes to you. I don’t ever want to smell it coming off of you when it comes to me. Feel me?”

“Oh, I feel you all right.” She wiggled in his hold.

“Sassy little thing, aren’t you?”

The sound of a twig snapping had Bronx releasing her legs. He spun to face the woods and inhaled, allowing his wolf to push forward. “Fuck, we need to get out of here.” He reached back and pulled Taya with him back toward his bike, his eyes scanning their surroundings.

“What’s wrong? You can smell if someone was here, right?” The acrid scent he’d been talking about was so strong now, he wanted to reach around and kick his own ass.

Keeping his tone low, he tried to reassure her. “Baby, when it comes to you, I’m not willing to take any chances.” He handed her the helmet and pulled his on while his eyes searched the semi-circle. The fine hairs on his arms stood on end. “Hop on and hold tight. We’re gonna ride fast and hard.”

She nodded, making him fall a little harder for her. Fate gave him a mate worthy of him, if only he could be worthy of her. He sent a prayer up to the goddess to watch over them.

His bike rumbled to life, and without any preamble he turned them back the way they came, a sense of foreboding made him reach out to Niall on their pack link. “Niall, I think something is coming, and it feels real bad, man.”

“Where you at?” Niall’s no nonsense response was exactly what he needed to take a deep breath and make the curves without hesitation.

I took Taya up to Look Out Point.”

“You trying to pull a Jett?”

Jett was a member of the pack who was known for taking his mate up to the same spot, or as he called it, their spot and if someone happened upon his car and it was rocking, you most definitely shouldn’t bother knocking. “No, I wanted her to see how beautiful it was up here. How…peaceful it could be.”

Silence met his declaration, and then Niall sighed through the link. “She’s your mate, Bronx. You don’t need to convince her, we just need to find her wolf. I’ve talked with Payton and she says there’s some things she’d like to do to help. Um, Taryn would also like to try some things she’d seen her dad do. Now, don’t say anything stupid, just get your woman home and safe on pack lands. We’ve upped the wards and patrols.”

Bronx held back the growl and the mental fuck you. Barely. “I’ll check in once I have her settled.”

“She going to stay at the Glades, or you taking her home with you?”

Damn, he hadn’t thought of her going back to the small studio at the back of the old alphas, instead he’d steered them toward his place. “Mine for now. I’ll update you later.”

“If you ain’t neutered,” Niall snorted. Even through their link he could hear the other man, and pictured him laughing.

Bronx projected himself flipping Niall the bird, then cut the connection.

The long driveway to his place was similar to the other members of his pack, they liked to be able to hear if anyone was coming onto their property from the highway. The gravel road led to an A-frame home he’d chosen, instead of the ranch style his alpha and Zayn chose and he hoped Taya approved. He went with the natural materials most of the other wolves used, of stone and logs, mixing them into his designs with the backside of his home almost all made of glass. The two car garage held his truck and had space for his bike, or her car. Shit, he was already making plans to build another stall for their bikes.

“Wow, this place is incredible,” Taya said as they came to a stop by the front door.

He sat, looking at what she would see, wondering what she would think of the inside. He’d continued with the natural inside, too, but added all things needed for modern day necessities in hopes of one day bringing his mate home. No use putting off going inside, he sighed.

Holding his arm out, he helped her steady herself, knowing he’d taken the twists and turns faster than was wise for a human, but he had his shifter strength and speed that helped him keep the bike straight and on the road. When her legs wobbled as she tried to stand without his help, he hopped off his Harley and swung her into his arms. “Dammit, I’m sorry, babe. I shouldn’t have taken you up there without making sure we had backup.”

She grinned. “Now that would’ve been embarrassing.”

“What do you mean?” He grimaced, unsure why she was smiling when he could’ve gotten her killed.

“If we’d have had backup, they’d have seen us dry humping, saw me orgasm like a floosy, and sure as shit smelled me as well. So, yeah, I’m glad it was just you and me up there.”

He growled, the sound came from deep within. “You are no floosy, and nobody gets to see or smell you come but me from here on out.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Listen here, caveman. Don’t go spewing that bullshit with me. I’m here cause I want to be, but I can leave just as easy.”

It took all his power to dial back his beast, knowing she was speaking the absolute truth. If her wolf was present they’d already be marked and mated. However, this woman, his mate, didn’t have the same instincts as him because she’d been wounded. It was his job to protect her, heal her, and accept her for what she was, even if she didn’t ever truly accept him.

“I’m sorry, babe. My wolf is riding me hard right now. We weren’t alone in those woods, and I can guarantee you it wasn’t my pack that was out there.”

A gasp fell from her lips. “I should leave.”

His arms went around her to keep her from trying to flee. “Where do you think you’re going? First off, how you gonna get there? Second, the safest place you could be is with me on pack lands. Now come on, don’t you want to see inside?”

She shivered, her eyes darted around the clearing in front of them. “How do you know they didn’t follow us?”

“The Fey have set up wards to protect us. Only those we allow and humans who mean no harm, can come on our lands. We’re safe here,” his voice dipped low.

He didn’t want to scare her by telling her about the unknown wolf scent or the possible human connection they’d smelled on their lands the other night. No, if he kept her by his side, he’d keep her safe, or die trying.

 

****

Kurt watched through slitted eyes as Taya allowed the large wolf to hold her like an animal in heat. He could scent her desire and wondered why she was such a whore. If he’d been the one to raise her instead of the thieving bitch of an aunt, she’d be a good girl. He’d have already worked the serum into her slowly, making the Fey in her come to the surface. Then, he’d have access to the realm that held so much power. Power he needed. Power that should be his.

Listening to the degenerate speak in growling terms, he wanted to put his fist through the man’s chest and pull his heart out. Oh, he pictured it clearly and made a list of all he’d do to the big bastard once he had him in his lab. Yes, Bronx would make a fine specimen. Maybe he’d even allow Taya to mate him before he killed the wolf. A deer came close to where he hid, startling him as he was too focused on his prey. The animal skittered in fright, making a branch break.

He watched the wolf lift his head, saw when he realized he wasn’t the largest, most dangerous predator in the woods. That’s right, boy. I’m going to kill you slowly. You’ll beg for mercy, only there’ll be none.

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Taya looked up, still shocked at how large the man was. Damn, he had to have eaten every damn little boys Wheaties in a five state radius. Six and a half feet tall with dark blond hair, blue eyes, muscles upon muscles, tattoos upon tattoos and he scared the ever-loving-shit right out of her. When she’d first met him, he’d been the one whose arms she’d woken up in after she’d blacked out. He carried her around like she was precious, calling her his, but she couldn’t feel her wolf. She knew he thought she was his, but there was no way she could allow him to claim her without that same instinct clawing at her. A one-sided mating would tear them apart, and she didn’t think she could ever allow a man to… dominate the way he would want, or need to do with his woman. Taya was no longer the same female she used to be. Sex had been great. She loved the way it felt to be with a man, and wasn’t ashamed of her past. What she was ashamed of, was what had happened to her. Not being in control broke her. She shut the memories down that threatened to pull her under, knowing they’d send her into a space where she didn’t want to be for days.

“Son of a bitch,” Bronx cursed, then bent to face her. “Stop it right now. We will fix this.”

She nodded at his vehemence. Nothing sounded better than being fixed, but the saying and doing were two very different things.

She could see the small filthy room with the full-sized bed every time she closed her eyes. The chains that held her down had left their marks on her wrists and ankles. Without thought she ran her thumb across one raised scar, then wrenched her eyes open as Bronx pulled her hand away and placed a kiss on each of her wrists.

“I wish I could have saved you from this. From all of it.” Anger glistened in his beautiful eyes before he stood and abruptly walked away.

In a blink, he went from extra-large man, to extremely large and angry tawny wolf. Envy hit her at his ability to change, yet her wolf didn’t even stir.

“He’s not angry at you, you know,” Taryn said, sipping on her drink while she stared out into the woods.

Taking a deep breath, she turned to look into familiar eyes. “Yeah, but that doesn’t make it easier to deal with.”

Taryn nodded. “I suppose not. So, how we gonna get your wolf back? You know, sorta like that movie with Stella, only you don’t need to get your groove back. Or maybe you do, but I don’t need to know that. Well, maybe I can help you there too. I mean Jett has taught me a shitton of things. I could totally help you,” she stopped talking as the man in question growled out a warning.

“I’m thinking that is his way of telling you to pipe down?” Taya put the straw in her mouth to hide her grin. Taryn was just too damn cute. Oh, she was aware her little whatever she was had a hell of a life before finding her mate in Jett, but damn, she was adorable.

“Really, you should not make fun of me. I’m a total badass who has multiple forms,” Taryn growled.

“Way to rub it in.” Taya stood, her own lack of one form made the food she’d eaten earlier turn in her stomach.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that to be bitchy. I was teasing.” Taryn’s hand on her arm, holding her in place felt like a tether, taking her back to a place she didn’t want to be.

“Don’t touch me.” She stumbled backward, falling over the back of the bench, she scrambled up, backing away from the crowd. She felt their eyes on her, saw the way Taryn held her hand against her chest. Watched Jett come to his mate’s side, worry written all over him.

“Taya, you’re safe here,” Cora Malik soothed from a few feet away.

She looked at the tiny woman who she’d been talking to for the last week or so. Although she wasn’t a therapist, but a doctor, a fucking vet, she wanted to laugh at the absurdity. “I’m okay. I just need to go home.” Home. She didn’t have a home. She didn’t have a pack. She had nothing. Shoving her fist in her mouth, she turned away from the knowing eyes of the Mystic Wolves and went down the path toward Emerson and Payton’s cabin. They’d been gracious enough to allow her to stay in the small studio space their daughter had when she was alive located at the back of their property line.

The lighted path led the way to the one room place she slept in. It was quaint with enough space for a bed that folded up to be a couch, a small kitchen area and a bathroom. She didn’t need any more room. Hell, she wasn’t sure how long she was going to be here. Looking before she unlocked the door she didn’t sense anyone watching her, but without her wolf, she was like a normal human. “I hate you. Why did you leave me? Come out so we can shift,” she begged her wolf. When nothing rippled beneath her skin, she screamed then slapped a hand over her mouth, not wanting to alert anyone to her distress.

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Bronx listened to his mate scream, her words breaking his heart. He didn’t know what to do for her and wanted to kill the men who’d hurt her, taking her wolf from her. Fuck, they may not have raped her body, but her mind was almost just as bad. He sat just at the edge of the woods near her cabin; watching as she went inside, listening as she went through her nightly routine. Yeah, he was a fucking stalker of epic proportions. Every night she did the same damn thing. She washed up, and then the sound of her tears mixing with the shower ate at him until he couldn’t stand it any longer. He wanted to burst through the door and hold her, tell her everything would be fine. He wanted to claim her, make her wolf come back to her. Yet, he didn’t know how to do that. Hell, he’d never heard of a wolf receding the way hers had except for Slater’s mate, but magic was involved there, not so with Taya.

“You gonna sit out here all night, again?” Niall asked.

He’d heard his alpha moving through the woods, they were connected as a pack should be and shifted so they could talk. “Yep.” The one word answer came out clipped.

“I spoke to her alpha about what happened. I know she calls to your wolf, but man, if she can’t shift, you can’t turn a full blood who’s suppressed her instincts back into a shifter,” he sighed. “I don’t know what to tell you. You would be living a half-life with her.”

Bronx growled, the sound low and deep. Niall was his alpha but he wouldn’t let anyone tell him who he and his wolf called theirs.

“Don’t growl at me, boy.” Niall got in his face.

“I’m not your boy, Niall. You may be alpha, but I’m not a pussy and I won’t back down on this. You want to take me on over my mate?” His muscles bunched, bones ached to shift. He could feel Niall forcing his will on him, but with the thought of his mate being taken from him, the fucks he gave went out the proverbial window.

“Goddamn stubborn ass wolf. Stand down. I am not fighting you over your mate.” Niall’s eyes glowed bright blue in the darkness. The sound of rustling broke through the quiet of the night.

“So, whose dick is bigger?” Alaina moved into view.

Niall tossed his head back, looking up at the canopy of trees. “Goddess save me.”

“I’m pretty sure my dick is bigger,” Bronx offered, then held out his hand. “Hey, she asked.”

“Yoohoo, did someone call me?”

Bronx spun to face a tiny creature he was sure wasn’t real. Holy shite, she oozed more magic than Payton and that was saying a lot.

“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue? Well, not cat, but,” she stopped and waved her hand. “Oh, you know what I mean. My name is Jennaveve, but you will call me Jenna or I will kick you in the shin, or between the legs. Hard. Now, you called the Goddess, but you get me. You’re welcome.” She tilted her head to the side and then waited.

Alaina walked toward the ethereal creature, but was pulled up short by Niall. Bronx watched as his alpha and Alaina did a little scuffle. In a blink, the female named Jenna was in front of him. “I will not hurt you, unless you try to hurt me or mine. By the way, you are me and mine, so we are good. Now, you are Bronx, which is a total kickass name. Those two are Niall and Alaina, and they clearly like to play slap and tickle.” She shook her head. “Save it for the bedroom children, there are others present…unless you’re into that thing, then get a room at the right place.”

Niall froze with Alaina at his side. “Thank you for coming, Jenna. It’s been too long since we’ve seen you.” Niall’s tone was smooth and even. “Bronx, this is the Fey Queen.”

Jenna shrugged. “Fey, or Fey Queen. It’s potato or tomato. Depending on who you speak with.”

Bronx was pretty sure that wasn’t how the saying went, but again, he wasn’t sure the woman in front of him was completely sane, so kept his lips sealed. Having never met her, he waited for her to speak.

“Such a smart wolfie, yes you are. Who’s a good boy,” she cooed.

He narrowed his eyes, but kept his hands locked into fists at his sides. “You are seriously trying my very last nerve, Fey.”

Niall looked up at the sky, then back at him. “Bronx, watch your tone. This woman is more than meets the eye. She’s…just more and someone we will show respect to.” His tone brooked no argument.

Jenna waved her hand, then stared at Bronx. “Oh, I know you wolfies tend to be a wee uptight, but I like trying your last nerves. I’ll give you a direct line to my bestie. His name is Kellen, and he’ll tell you how awesome I am at doing just that.” She spun and faced the cabin, all signs of cheer evaporated. “My goddess, she is killing me.” Jenna’s feet left the ground. “I will speak with her, and let you know what we’re going to do.”

Before he could stop himself, he reached out, putting his body between the floating woman and the cabin. “You’re not going to hurt her.” He’d not allow anyone; woman or man, human or other, to lay one finger on Taya.

The Fey’s feet touched the ground her eyes met his. “You sure are a big fella, aren’t you?”

He shrugged, used to people saying those words. Right that instant he would use whatever he had at his disposal to protect what was his, and by all that he believed in, Taya was his.

A sigh that sounded put upon left the little woman’s lips. “I do so love you wolves, which is why you will land quite softly. You’re welcome by the way.”

Bronx was having a hard time following what the female was saying until he found himself being physically moved without anyone touching him. If she thought he wouldn’t fight the invisible bonds, she was crazier than he thought. His wolf burst out of him quicker than he’d ever done before, racing in front of the cabin door just as Taya was opening it. He growled, the sound had Jenna taking a step back.

“Down doggie. Bad doggie. Taya, be a good girl and get him a treat.” Jenna wagged her finger at him.

He bristled, but didn’t move an inch, even as he felt her magic rolling over him. He fought the bonds, growling as it tried to make him do what he wasn’t willing to do; leave his mate’s side. Hell to the no was he leaving Taya unprotected.

“I don’t think he’s housetrained yet. Um, who are you?” Taya’s hand landed on the top of Bronx’s head, making his wolf purr.

Holy hell, he was making the sounds of a contented cat, dammit. He clamped his jaws together enjoying the feel of Taya’s fingers on his wolven body. She didn’t seem to notice, or care as long as he wasn’t in human form.

“My name is Jenna, and I’m here to help you. Again, you’re welcome.” Jenna tried to step around Bronx who growled at her.

“Stop growling or you can’t come inside.” Taya tugged on a handful of his fur.

He was ready to roll over and show her his belly, or if he shifted, she’d get an eyeful of something else. Nope, better to stay wolf than man. No need for her to see his swinging junk at the moment.

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About the Author:

 

I’m a full-time wife and mother of two who has loved to read and write since childhood. I survived cancer and decided I could do anything, setting personal goals then and there. Four years later, after meeting many wonderful writers who allowed me to beta read for them, whom I can now call friends, I decided to write a book. Several years later I’ve attained my first goal, becoming a published author.

 

I love to write and have all kinds of stories in my head waiting to be written. The best part about my new journey is that if I don’t like it, I can re-write it, unlike real life, so I always make sure there’s a happy ending.

 

I’m creating new worlds, and I hope you all enjoy them with me. I can guarantee you’ll always have a hero or two you’ll love, and a heroine you’ll want to be.

 

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Cover Reveal! Bronx’s Wounded Wolf by Elle Boone

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Bronx’s Wounded Wolf is book four in the Mystic Wolves Series by Elle Boon!

Release Date: May 2nd

 

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Blurb

A WOUNDED WOLF…A FIERCE PROTECTOR…AN UNSHAKABLE BOND…Will Bronx and Taya be able to create that mystical bond without her inner wolf, or will their love be enough?

A WOUNDED WOLF Having suffered at the hands of a rogue pack, Taya’s wolf retreat’s deep inside her. She learns to rely on her humanity as she seeks sanctuary from the pack she’d been taken from as a child.

A FIERCE PROTECTOR…Bronx feels an instant connection to Taya the moment he set eyes on her, even though he couldn’t sense her wolf. Her pain and wariness stop him from claiming her right then and there, keeping him and his wolf on edge.

AN UNSHAKEABLE BOND…Neither Taya nor Bronx can deny their feelings for one another, and as the weeks go by, they both give into their desires. Bronx’s wolf is ready to claim Taya, wolf or not. Taya misses her wolf, but when her past catches up to them, she’ll need more than her humanity and Bronx to save her. They’ll need the strength of the pack and help from the Fey if they hope to come out of the battle alive and whole.

 

About the Author:

elle boon bio

I’m a full-time wife and mother of two who has loved to read and write since childhood. I survived cancer and decided I could do anything, setting personal goals then and there. Four years later, after meeting many wonderful writers who allowed me to beta read for them, whom I can now call friends, I decided to write a book. Several years later I’ve attained my first goal, becoming a published author.

 

I love to write and have all kinds of stories in my head waiting to be written. The best part about my new journey is that if I don’t like it, I can re-write it, unlike real life, so I always make sure there’s a happy ending.

 

I’m creating new worlds, and I hope you all enjoy them with me. I can guarantee you’ll always have a hero or two you’ll love, and a heroine you’ll want to be.

 

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Cole by Tijan

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COLE_LIVEHe was the leader of the mafia. I was about to fall in love with him, and his name…Cole Mauricio.

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Cole by Tijan is NOW LIVE!

 

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I shouldn’t have remembered him.

He was just a guy who walked through a restaurant. I didn’t know his name. We never made eye contact. There was no connection between us at all.

But I could feel him.

The tingle down my spine. The command in his presence. The snap of tension in the air around him. That was the first time I saw him, and I was captivated.

The second time was different.

He was in the mysterious back elevator of my apartment building. Our eyes met for a fleeting second before the doors closed, and I was staggered. My breath was robbed. My senses on high alert. My body hummed.

That was just the beginning.

He was the leader of the mafia. I was about to fall in love with him, and his name…

Cole Mauricio

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First, let me say I really wish I’d read the first two Carter books. I’m kicking myself in the fanny for not doing so, especially since a third is coming out. Time to save up my money so I can get a Carter fix because Cole was completely incredible!

Addison is still trying to get over the loss of her husband Liam when her friend Sia recommends she move into an exclusive apartment building closer to her work. After putting it off, she finally does it after having awful nightmares. Her new building comes with a friendly doorman, hot neighbors, and a building manager able to do just about anything.

Then enter mystery man. Addy meets Cole, a man she’d seen with a group of other men at her favorite restaurant, when she starts getting to know him, he tells her that he can’t tell her much of anything about himself. His last name, his job, his life. But Addy goes along with it. Secrets have a way of coming out, and both of them have some pretty big ones that could destroy them both.

There were some big twists and turns in this book, and as I said, had I read Carter, I might have been better prepared for a few. But Cole and Addy are one hot couple and I just couldn’t put this book down. I sincerely hope there are more because Tijan rocked this big time! Just incredible!

5 Super Mucho Mafioso Stars

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Excerpt

 

Once inside the elevator, I stood to one side, watching him. He returned my gaze.

We still did not touch.

My chest tightened, hoping no one would call the elevator at that moment. We sailed past the lobby, the second floor, and stopped at mine. I put in the code, and the doors opened to my home.

I drew in a breath, filling my lungs again. God, it was time.

Stepping out with shaky knees, I bypassed the light switch. The full moon lit up my entire floor. I went to the kitchen and paused at the island. “Did you want something to drink?” I caught sight of the tequila and wine on the counter. There was more than enough.

Cole stepped up behind me and followed my gaze. “Were you going to have a party?” he asked, his breath coating the back of my neck.

I shivered, closing my eyes for one delicious moment. “I stocked up. I thought a friend was coming over tonight.”

His hand rested on my back, nudging my sweater aside to touch my skin. “He?”

“She. Sia.” I looked over my shoulder. He was so close. “She stood me up for a date.”

A faint smile showed. “I need to send her a thank-you card.”

“Please don’t sign it.”

“Why not?”

I turned around, easing my back against the island. Cole placed his hands on either side of me, trapping me in place.

“Because she’s slightly obsessed with you, though she’s in love with someone else now. She could circle back,” I joked.

“Me?”

“We saw you one night.”

“When?” He leaned away, but his hands remained on the counter. It was like he was giving me breathing space on purpose.

“At Gianni’s. We went there the night I moved in.”

He didn’t move, but I could feel him pulling away. A protest started in my head, but I bit back the words. He didn’t reply. He was waiting for me instead.

I continued, “You came in with a bunch of men and went upstairs. That was it.”

His eyes narrowed. “Did you talk to anyone?”

“What do you mean?”

“The staff?”

“About you?”

“About anything.”

My forehead wrinkled. “Sia networked with the hostess. They exchanged cards. Sia said the girl was a model. She recognized her from the Gala. That was it. Oh, well, another server sat with us for a drink later on. But they mostly talked with Sia about the Gala and about photographers—stuff like that.”

He relaxed, his hands loosening their hold on the counter. I was scared to ask what he was so worried they’d told us.

“I don’t know who you are.” I lifted a hand, placing it on his chest. His heart was racing, just like mine. My mouth parted in surprise. “If that’s what you’re worried about.”

He glanced down at my hand and held still. He was thinking something over. I held my tongue, worried it was me, that he was second-guessing this night for us. I wanted to tell him there was nothing to worry about, but it sounded ridiculous. I really had no idea. So I waited it out, my heart pressing against my rib cage.

When he looked back up, the hunger was in his eyes again—dark, primal, and more evident than ever. He took my hand and leaned in, closing the distance between us. With his other hand, he cupped the side of my face. “I wasn’t second-guessing this. I want you to know that.” His touch was tender.

“What were you thinking about?”

“Something else, but it wasn’t you.”

“This is one of those moments where you wish you could tell me, but you can’t? Not yet?”

The corner of his mouth lifted. His eyes moved from mine to my lips. “Something like that, yes.”

“Mmmm-hmmm,” I started to tease, but then his head dipped down, and his lips were on mine.

I gasped. The pleasure was immediate. His mouth was gentle, but as he felt my body’s reaction, he applied pressure. His touch grew more demanding, then I was kissing him back. I wanted more. Someone groaned. That was me.

His hand slid around to the back of my neck. He held me in his grip as his mouth explored mine, opening over me and slipping inside. My hands grasped his shoulders, just holding on. All I could focus on was his tongue. I met his with mine and reveled in the sensation. But it wasn’t enough. Need shot through my whole body.

My hands slid under his shirt and moved over his back and shoulders. His body was just as powerful as his presence. I felt the shift of his muscles. They trembled under my hands. The feeling was intoxicating. I had power over him, and I wanted more. I wanted to see how much power I actually had.

Pulling back, I studied him.

He was panting lightly. So was I.

I could see him wondering what I was going to do, so I reached back to the counter and started to lift myself. His hands caught the backs of my thighs, and he lifted me the rest of the way. Now sitting on the edge of the island, my legs parted, and he was back between them. His mouth went right to mine.

I couldn’t get over what I was doing. I didn’t care.

I didn’t think I would care the next day, the day after, or however long this lasted. I had no clue. I only knew I had one night. One long night.
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Author Information

I didn’t begin writing until after undergraduate college. There’d been storylines and characters in my head all my life, but it came to a boiling point one day and I HAD to get them out of me. So the computer was booted up and I FINALLY felt it click. Writing is what I needed to do. After that, I had to teach myself how to write. I can’t blame my teachers for not teaching me all those years in school. It was my fault. I was one of the students that was wishing I was anywhere but at school! So after that day, it took me lots of work until I was able to put together something that resembled a novel. I’m hoping I got it right since someone must be reading this profile! And I hope you keep enjoying my future stories.

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Her Dominant SEAL by Caitlyn O’Leary

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Caitlyn O’Leary’s NEWEST standalone

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Her Dominant SEAL is book 9 in the Midnight Delta Series about a group of SEALs who work together dealing with the bad guys and find themselves in love along the way. Our lucky SEAL in this book? Drake Avery. He finds himself returning to a place he thought he’d never go back to when his little sister calls him frantically in the middle of the night. Home.

It seems his good-for-nothing father has gotten out of prison and set his sights on his 16 year-old sister. So Drake decides to go home to protect her along with his other sisters. His father and uncle have a plot going on that may have something to do with the drugs filtering through town, and his sister Piper has something to do with it, as well as her teacher.

Drake pulls Karen in for his protection, and finds himself falling for her along the way. But that just gives his father and the gang more ammo to use against him. Nothing like a little help from your friends.

As usual with one of Caitlyn’s books, I couldn’t put this one down. Of course, the title had me hooked from the start. (After all, I am a knotty girl!) And while I wish he’d been a lot more dominant, I loved Drake. He was especially wonderful with his sisters, and his interactions with headstrong sister Evie were a blast to read. And I believe I smell a book coming with Aiden and Evie. I’m skipping some in this series because I’ve only recently started it, but for me it’s actually exciting because I truly love Caitlyn’s books so much!

This book gets 5 Super Sexy SEAL Stars!

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Blurb

A Cry For Help

It only takes one phone call and Navy SEAL Drake Avery is rushing back to Tennessee in the middle of the night. His sisters are in danger and he will do whatever it takes to protect them.

A New Twist

Now is not the time for a relationship, but damned if Drake doesn’t cross paths with a smokin’ hot kindergarten teacher named Karen Eastman. Miss Eastman has Drake thinking naughty thoughts when he needs to have his head in the game. He never thought he’d be hot for teacher.

Demons from the Past

Part of the hell of going home is that you know everyone, and they know you.  Just when you think you can trust someone, they can turn on a dime.  Old and new enemies are thrilled to discover Drake has a beautiful new weakness:  Karen.  But messing with the women in his life, is a mistake.  You mess with the bull, you get the horns.

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“Now, I want you to tell me all about yourself.  Starting with how you met my father, what kind of relationship you have with the sheriff, and how you ended up in this car scaring the piss out of my sister’s baby girl.”

“I’m not scaring no baby.”  

Drake held onto his gun with his left hand and with his right, he reached over the front seat and wrapped his big hand around the man’s scrawny neck.  “You wanna re-think your answer?”

The man wheezed.  Both of Fred’s hands came up to try and yank Drake’s iron finger’s away from his throat.  It was no use.  Finally, he gave up, his eyes bulging.  

“Nod if you’re going to answer my questions.”

The man gave the best nod he could under the circumstances.  Drake dropped him back into the front seat of his car.

“Prison.  I knew your old man from prison.  We done time together a couple of years ago.”

“He got ahold of you awfully fast considering he just got out three days ago.”

“Huey.  Huey called us.  He told us ole Norville was getting sprung.  He rounded us up.”  Great, it was a family affair.  His dad’s cousin Huey was in on things.  He’d always hated that fucker.

“Who’s us?”

“Us.”  

Drake punched him in the back of the head.

The man let out a loud yell.  “Are you trying to kill me?” he asked as he tenderly touched the spot where Drake’s fist had landed.

“That was a love tap.  Give me names.”

“I don’t know everybody.”

The guy was a moron, Drake wanted to hit him again just to see if it would jumpstart his brain.  “Give me the names you do know,” he gritted out.

“There’s Al, he did time for trying to steal a car.  But it was an unmarked police car a block away from a police precinct.  He’s none too bright.”

“That must mean he’s dumber ‘n dirt if you’re noticing.”  Fred looked confused.  “Go on,” Drake prompted.

“Leslie is a man, even though he has a girl’s name.  He don’t like it when we try to call him Les.  He got beat up a lot in prison.  I personally think he liked it.  Getting beat up, that is.  Then there’s Snake.  He’s with the brotherhood.”  

Drake thought he knew what he was talking about, but he wanted to be sure.

“What brotherhood?”

“You know, the Aryan brotherhood.  He’s a Nazi.  He says next month he’ll have more guys coming.”

Fuck.

“Why is Huey so hellbent on recruiting guys to help my father?”

“It’s the other way around.  Norville tells Huey what to do.  Your dad and his cousin used to own this town.  Huey’s been trying to keep things together, but Norville says he’s going to own the county with all his contacts.”

“How does the sheriff figure into all of this?”

“Snake told me that he doesn’t want to get his hands too dirty, he just wants kick-backs, so Huey’s been paying him and a judge off.”

Drake swallowed hard to keep the bile down.  Just what kind of family tree had he fallen out of?  And where the hell was Huey hiding out, because he sure as hell hadn’t been at the homestead last night.

“Where you from, Fred?”

“Kentucky.”

“This your car?”  Drake could see the man consider lying.  He knocked him on the same spot on the head.

“Ow.  That hurts.  It’s my aunt’s car.”  Drake would bet anything that his aunt didn’t know Fred had it.

“Fred, you’re going to head back to Kentucky tonight.  If I see your ass in Tennessee again, I’m going to kill you.  Do you hear me?”

“Huey’ll kill me if I leave.”  Drake set down his gun on the backseat, leaned over the front seat, grabbed him by the throat and used the thumb of his other hand to dig into the goose-egg on the man’s head.  He was gratified by Fred’s scream.

“I’ll go.  I’ll go.  Please stop.”  Drake waited a moment, then he felt tears hit the hand that was holding onto Fred’s throat.

“Give me your gun and I’ll let you loose,” Drake promised.

“I don’t have one.”  

Drake dug in harder.

“It’s in the glove box.”  

What a dumbshit.  He’d had his gun where it wasn’t readily available.

“Open the driver’s side door and get out of the car when I let you loose, Fred.  Then go to the hood of the car and assume the position.”

“I’ll do anything.  Just stop hurting me.”  

More tears hit Drake’s hand.  He released Fred and prayed he wouldn’t make a play for the gun in the glovebox.  Not that he’d have a problem subduing the asshat.  Nope, he just wanted Fred to be conscious and able to drive back to Kentucky in the next ten minutes.  

Fred opened the car door and was soon pressed spread-eagled over the hood of the car.  Drake leaned over the front seat and pulled Fred’s pistol out of the glovebox.  He then got out of the car and frisked Fred and found a switchblade in his boot.  

“Pop the trunk of the car,” Drake directed, wanting to see if there were any more weapons.

The smell of body odor assaulted him when the trunk opened.  

“My God man, haven’t you heard of deodorant?” Drake demanded.  It had been rank in the car as the man sweated, but the pile of dirty laundry made him gag.  

“I was going to go to the laundry-mat,” Fred defended himself.

“Just get home to Kentucky and burn your clothes, you can’t save them.  If I see you here again, you’re going to be the first one I target.  Are we clear?”

Fred nodded.  

“Say the words.  Are we clear?”

“Yes.  I’m leaving town now.  Can I have my gun?” he asked, proving just how stupid he was.  

Drake shook his head and pointed to the open car door.  “You’ve got one minute for me to see taillights.  Otherwise you’ll be wishing Huey was here.”

Fred stood there looking at him.

“One, two, three,” Drake started counting, and Fred scrambled towards the driver’s seat.  He hit his knee against the door.  Once again, Drake had to listen to him whine.  Fred gunned the car trying to get it to go.  It was obvious the parking brake was on, but that didn’t stop him from continuing to press on the accelerator.  God, he’d be lucky to make it out of Sevier County, let alone back home to Kentucky.  Finally, Fred figured out his problem and the car lurched forward, and he did a fast U-turn.  It had taken longer than the allotted time, but Drake always gave extra consideration to the chronically stupid.  

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Caitlyn O’Leary is an avid reader, and considers herself a fan first and an author second. She reads a wide variety of genres, but finds herself going back to happily-ever-afters. Getting a chance to write, after years in corporate America is a dream come true. She hopes that her stories provide the kind of entertainment and escape that she has found from some of her favorite authors.

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THE FOUND:

It’s a bit Paranormal, a bit Sci-Fi and 100% Action/Adventure. The characters have special abilities, that make them targets.

MIDNIGHT DELTA

This is focused on a group of Navy Seals. What makes them special is their bond to one another, and the women they come to love.

FATE HARBOR

This is the series that started her career, it is a Menage Series that takes place in Fate Harbor Washington. It focuses on a tight knit community who live and love and care for one another.

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The F-Word by Sandra Marton

 

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HOT & Romantic: The F-Word by Sandra Marton

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So let’s get this straight.
This is a story about romance.
Well, it’s not a story. I mean, it’s not something somebody made up. It’s about me. And yeah, in case you’re wondering, I’m a guy.
Surprised? Sure you are. You figure those words just don’t go together. Romance, with a capital R. Guy, with a capital G. You’re probably sitting there and smirking. What could a dude possibly know about romance? You figure we’re big on sex. But romance?
You’re right.
Romance is not a male thing.
And that’s exactly my problem.
The bottom line is that whatever you think you know about men and romance is pretty much correct. You figure we’re big on the F-word as long as it stands for Fuck and not Forever.

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This was a truly enjoyable book. I’ll admit, I chose it purely because of the cover. Two words, Stuart. Reardon. I have a massive crush on the dude, he’s one of my hall pass guys.

So, I’m new to Sandra Marton, and another thing besides the cover, she has my first name. Then, I read the blurb, so I decided it sounded like a nice read. I’m so very glad I chose it!

I got quite a kick reading this romance from Matthew’s POV. He’s a rich, handsome guy who’s narrating this story. He has his own theories about relationships, and the F-word, though it’s not quite what you all may be thinking.

He has a wonderful, if a bit self-depricating PA Bailey, who he’s had for 6 years and hasn’t paid much attention to aside from office affairs. But when he overhears a phone conversation, he decides to help her out with a problem. From there, it’s a wonderful, fun, romp into love.

I certainly had a smile on my face the entire time I read this, though I would have loved Bailey’s POV as well.

This book gets 4 and a half shiny, happy, Orgasms

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EXCERPT

Matthew O’Malley is one hell of a catch. He’s rich, handsome, charming, smart—and every woman who’s slept with him says he’s fantastic in bed.

This is all true, but he’s also a guy who got where he is today by working hard and by hiring the best people.

Bailey Abram is one of those people. She’s Matthew’s PA. She’s loyal, efficient, brilliant—and she’s never been with a man in her life.

Suddenly, it’s crisis time. Bailey’s cousin is getting married and Bailey’s mother insists she come home for the wedding. Bailey refuses. She and her cousin have a long, unpleasant history. Bailey was the straight A student. Violet was the prom queen and she’s never let Bailey forget it. So Bailey tells a huge lie. She can’t come to the wedding, she says, because she’s going away for the weekend with a rich, gorgeous, sexy guy.

Matthew overhears this. And he sees her burst into tears when she ends the call to her mother. He hates to see Bailey so unhappy. After all, this is his PA. His dedicated paragon of efficiency. Impulsively, he offers to help. Why not go to the wedding with her? Play the part of her rich, gorgeous, sexy boyfriend?

So what if it means spending four intense days getting to know each other outside the office? So what if it means turning Bailey from a woman who dresses like somebody’s maiden aunt into a hot-looking babe? So what if it means teaching her how to touch him and be touched by him, kiss him and be kissed by him? There won’t be any real sex because it’s only a game.

Right?
That’s all it is.

Just a smoking-hot, set-fire-to-the-sheets game.

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About the Author

Sandra Marton is a USA Today Bestselling Author with approximately 35,000,000 (and counting!) books in print in twenty-plus languages. Sandra’s Harlequin Presents novels all feature the sexy, gorgeous, complex, tough on the outside but tender on the inside Alpha heroes she loves to create. So do all her brand new single title novels: The Prince of Pleasure, Emily: Sex & Sensibility (The Wilde Sisters, book one), Jaimie: Fire & Ice (The Wilde Sisters, book two) and, coming soon, Lissa: Sugar & Spice (The Wilde Sister, book three).

Sandra has won the Holt Medallion. She’s been a finalist for the Romance Writers of America prestigious RITA award four times. She’s won eight Romantic Times Magazine Reviewers’ Choice Awards and was honored with their Career Achievement Award for Series Romance.

Sandra always dreamed of becoming a writer. She wrote poems when she was little, moved on to writing short stories by the time she was in university. She was graduated with Honors in English but, she says, life—a lovely one—intervened with her writing dream. She married, had a family, became active politically in the small town outside New York City where she and her husband lived. Then, one day, she paused long enough to realize her dream was getting away from her and decided to do something about it.

Sandra wrote her very first novel, a romance she called Rapture in the Sands. She sent a synopsis and one chapter to several publishers. A senior editor at Harlequin liked what she’d read and asked to see the rest. After revisions, Harlequin Mills and Boon Ltd bought and published the book.

Today, Sandra is a full time author. She lives in northern Connecticut with her husband, who was her childhood sweetheart, in a sun-drenched house surrounded by woods..

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You realize we’ve never been on a date?”  He smirks at me, and my stomach flutters. Riddick is right, we haven’t. We couldn’t go out in public when we were younger since we were forbidden. And now we can; we can do anything we want. Go anywhere. Simply just be. It’s as if time has frozen for one split second. A conversation similar to this one pops into my mind. He said the same thing to me once. How he wished we could go out, be seen. Tell the entire town that in spite of the rumors of his father killing my parents, we were two teenagers in love; and if we could overcome it, then they as adults should as well. We were never given that chance.

“Oh. Does this mean you’re asking me out? I mean, I’ve already proven I’ll give you whatever you want, so dating is irrelevant at this point, don’t you think?” He groans, lifts me up and over him. His hardness is pressing into my stomach. I lay my hands on his chest, my eyes fluttering to render my innocence.

“Temptation got you fucked last night. Don’t tempt me, my naughty little angel. I’ll fuck you until the only choice you have to get out of this bed is to crawl. So, yes, I’m asking you out. Just me and you.”

“Okay. Where will we be going?” I agree. My insides are dancing and jiggling about as I watch him reach up and stretch his arms above his head before bringing them down to grab my ass. I sigh. I fizzle, and I may internally blow up with the detonator button being my clit.

“You’ll see,” he utters. Voice stating it’s a secret. Whatever. I’ll go wherever he wants me to go as long as we’re together.

“Tell me about these?” I coax those words out with ease as I outline the spider web tattoo around one of his nipples. He laughs. I scowl.

“I’m serious. Do any of them have a special meaning?” I ask seriously this time. “I bet I could get off just by standing in the shower watching you wash these.” I trot on seductively.

“Same goes for me with watching you arch your back, your mouth-watering tits with those pink nipples begging me to suck them as you wash your hair.” He lifts his hand, tugs my hair out of the confines of the band, and pulls so that my neck is exposed.

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comes the first book in a series of standalones in The Saint Series.

 

Riddick by Kathy Coopmans releases on December 5th.

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Blurb

She told me Heaven would knock on my door one day.

That I would be swept away from the hell I lived in.

She was right about one thing and so wrong about the other.

Heaven came in the form of an angel just like she said.

Beautiful.

Perfect.

An angel.

And then.

My life became hell.

She disappeared. Vanished.

I left. Went to war. Killed. All for her.

Every face was the man who took her.

Every dream filled with her.

For twelve years I existed in hell. Breathed in the fires from down below.

Until her, the woman on the beach outside of my home.

Captivating.

Enchanting.

Mesmerizing.

It couldn’t be my Cora, my angel, my heaven on earth.

She was dead.

Wasn’t she?

 

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Amazon Best Selling Author Kathy Coopmans, lives in Michigan with her husband Tony where they have two grown sons.

After raising her children she decided to publish her first book and retiring from being a hairstylist.

She now writes full time.

She’s a huge sports fan with her favorite being Football and Tennis.

She’s a giver and will do anything she can to help another person succeed!

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Excerpt 

He sensed her before he saw her. The soft thud of her boots, whispers in the air, the intoxicating scent of her perfume. Not wanting to ruin the moment, he kept his eyes averted until he finished his call. When he finally looked up, he saw an angel, dressed as the devil, to tempt him beyond original sin.
“Hello, Mr. Mob Boss.”
Hunger like he’d never known before took over him at the sound of her voice—husky and throaty in a way that made him think about pushing her to places where they would both lose their self-control.
She tapped her foot, and his gaze dropped to her boots. Cristo! She rocked her sexy punk clothes like no other woman he’d met, and more than anything he wanted to get under her skin. He wanted to know what made her tick, what music she listened to, what she liked to eat, and whether her apartment was as offbeat as her clothes. He wanted to know what it was about her that made a powerful Toscani capo with an empire to run want to spend the evening in a pool hall waiting for her to appear.
“Mia.” Her name on his lips was a sensual treat. “You’re lucky I’m a patient man.”
She snorted a laugh. “You are not a patient man. A patient man would have waited to bump into me on the street or at a wedding or a funeral, of which I expect there will be many after people see you here with me. An impatient man lays siege until he gets what he wants.”
“Do I get what I want?” He leaned forward and licked his lips, his entire being focused on her. An entire SWAT team could have run into the building throwing grenades and shooting machine guns, and he would have been totally unable to drag his gaze away.
“Depends what it is.”
“How about you in my bed?” He wasn’t usually so direct with the women he was trying to seduce, but playing it safe wasn’t going to work with a strong woman like Mia. He had to prove himself worthy and he could only do that by taking risk. Although he tried to convince himself he had come to honor a debt, the reality was he couldn’t stay away.
“You’ve wasted one of your three wishes. Try again.”
Nico frowned. “I thought I was forgiven.”
“Because I accepted a ride from you, and you fixed my car? Because I gave you a little thank-you kiss? Gratitude for a kind deed doesn’t equal forgiveness. And forgiveness doesn’t equal sex.”
Sex.
His assessing gaze drifted down her body, taking in the quick flutter of the pulse in her neck, the slight flush on her cheeks, and the bead of her nipples pressed against her thin tank top. He felt the impact of her desire deep in his groin. Fuck. Thirty seconds with her and he was perilously close to losing his self-control. Again.
“Are you done checking me out, Mr. Mob Boss?”
Cristo. Every word from her mouth went straight to his cock. Women didn’t talk to Nico with amused disdain. They didn’t accept his gifts and walk away. They didn’t make him wait three hours in a pool hall for the honor of their presence.
“You are a beautiful woman,” he said honestly. “You deserve a man who knows how to please a woman in bed.”
Her lips tipped at the corners, and she walked without hesitation between his parted legs sending all the wrong messages to the right part of his body. “And that would be you?”
“Yes.”
Heat sizzled in the air between them, and she dropped her gaze but, not before he saw the truth in her eyes. Yes, she wanted him. But she was going to make him work damn hard for the privilege of finding out what she hid beneath those badass punk clothes.
Boldly, he smoothed his hand up her thigh to curve around her hip. Pulling her closer, he gestured her down, pressed his lips to her ear. “You are wet for me, bella. Hot. I hear your need in the quickness of your breath, see it the flush in your cheeks, your nipples tight and begging for my touch, and if I stroked you, gently rubbed my thumb over your clit, you would come for me, and you would scream my name.”
Her breath hitched, ever so softly, and then she pulled away. “Save the sweet words for the women who are awed by your mobster charm.”

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Nico, the first book in the Ruin & Revenge series by New York Times bestselling author Sarah Castille
releases on December 6th!

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Blurb
Las Vegas Mafia boss Nico Toscani is used to getting what he wants, whether it is having the City of Sin under his rule or a beautiful woman in his bed. But when he meets his match in the gorgeous, headstrong Mia Cordano, the daughter of a rival crime lord, all bets are off . . . Sexy computer hacker Mia struggles to break free of her ruthless father’s Mafia ties . . . but she can’t resist the powerful and seductive Nico, who will stop at nothing to possess her. With their families locked in a brutal war for control of the city, Mia and Nico enter into a forbidden game. Will they surrender to the passion that burns between them and risk tearing apart their families? Or will Nico be forced to betray the only woman who sets his blood on fire?

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About the Author:
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Sarah Castille worked and travelled abroad before trading her briefcase and stilettos for a handful of magic beans and a home near the Canadian Rockies. She writes contemporary erotic romance and romantic suspense featuring blazingly hot alpha heroes and the women who tame them. Her books include the bestselling “Redemption” fighter romance series, and the dark, gritty Sinner’s Tribe Motorcycle Club romance series.
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Sweet Cheeks Now Live!

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An all new second chance love story by the New York Times Bestselling author of the Driven series.

Sweet Cheeks by K. Bromberg is NOW LIVE!

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It all started with the invitation. To my ex-fiance’s new wedding.
I should have ignored it.Thrown it away. Set it afire. But I didn’t. I replied.
With a plus one.
And then my assistant accidentally mailed it.
Enter Hayes Whitley. Mega-movie star. The man who captured the hearts of millions. But I gave him mine years ago. He was my first love. He was my everything. Right until he up and left to chase his dreams without so much as a simple goodbye.
When he showed up out of the blue ten years later, I should have known to steer clear. I should have rejected his offer to take me to my ex’s wedding. I should have never let him kiss me.
But I didn’t.

 

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And now we’re left wondering if the pieces of the life we once shared still fit together somehow. First loves are hard to forget. The question is, do we want to forget? Or do we risk the chance and see what happens next?

 

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New York Times Bestselling author K. Bromberg writes contemporary novels that contain a mixture of sweet, emotional, a whole lot of sexy and a little bit of real. She likes to write strong heroines and damaged heroes who we love to hate and hate to love.
She’s a mixture of most of her female characters: sassy, intelligent, stubborn, reserved, outgoing, driven, emotional, strong, and wears her heart on her sleeve. All of which she displays daily with her husband and three children where they live in Southern California.
On a whim, K. Bromberg decided to try her hand at this writing thing. Since then she has written The Driven Series (Driven, Fueled, Crashed, Raced, Aced), the standalone Driven Novels (Slow Burn, Sweet Ache, Hard Beat, and Down Shift (Releasing 10/4/16)), and a short story titled UnRaveled. She is currently finishing up Sweet Cheeks a standalone novel out at the end of 2016.
Her plans for 2017 include a sports romance duet (The Player (#1) and The Catch (#2)) and the Everyday Heroes series (Cuffed (#1), Combust (#2), and Cockpit (#3). She’s also writing a novella for the 1,001 Dark Night series that will be out in February 2017.
She loves to hear from her readers so make sure you check her out on social media.

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Declan

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You want to know about me? I believe in three things: loyalty to my friends, helping those in need and

the end justifies the means.

Declan (Shadow Alliance Book One) by Caitlyn O’Leary

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Blurb

Spin-Off of Navy SEAL Midnight Delta Series

This is what you need to know.

I keep the people around me safe,

And sometimes I rain vengeance on my enemies.

It’s who I am, and what I do.

As a former Army Ranger, I get the job done.

After an unforgivable betrayal by one of my own,

I created the Shadow Alliance.

We handle the dark and dangerous work,

Jobs that governments won’t.

And now, the sexy, smart, and feisty Allison Davies needs my help.

As an FBI Agent, enlisting my help could cost her job.

But, I’m her only hope.

There’s only one problem.

Our mutual desire just might get in the way.

One misstep and we become the hunted.

A price I just might be willing to pay.

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You know, I wasn’t too sure how I’d like this book. Military romances can be give or take with me depending on the writer, and this is actually my first book by Caitlyn. I’ll definitely be reading more! I thoroughly enjoyed this book! The characters were three-dimensional, the writing was superb. I loved the interplay between Declan and Allison.

Declan was a Special forces Major who’s teammate betrayed him and caused chaos and devastation in his wake. Declan, being in charge, still feels guilty over all of this. He has formed a special elite black ops group known as the Shadow Alliance. FBI agent Allison Davies hunts Declan down while he and the team are helping flood victims to question him about the teammate who betrayed him. But it seems Allison is after him for reasons other than an on=the-books operation, and Declan plans on finding out why. But then they both wind up needing to be kept safe from the same enemy.

This was a great book, and I’m glad I got in at the beginning of the series, because I’m most definitely going along for the ride with this one!

This book gets 5 Special Forces Orgasms

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EXCERPT

“I want to know about you.  I want to know what makes you tick.  What makes you happy.  I want to know about Allison Davies.  Is that so wrong?”

“I guess not,” she said hesitantly.

“We read the same books.  Well, I don’t read the bare-chested men books.  But that one that you re-read…I might have to buy that one.”  She hit me on the arm.  I’d hit a nerve.

I pressed closer until her breasts were against my chest.  Heavenly.  Her nipples hardened.  Pulling her hips close to my body, I bent to nuzzle her neck, and drink in her scent.  Fuck, she smelled good.  Peaches again.  I didn’t even realize my hands had moved until I felt the soft flesh of her tits.  Oh God, had my dick ever been this hard?

But I needed to take it slow.  Whether she knew it or not, she’d just admitted that plants were too big of a commitment for her.  I didn’t want to rush her into sex, not until we’d broken down a few more barriers.  But there was no way I was going to deny myself another kiss.

“Declan, please.”

“I’m here, baby.”  I brushed my thumb across the edge of her bangs and looked into the midnight depths of her eyes.  I kissed her nose and was rewarded with a languid smile.  Taking her hand, I guided her out to the living room.  I sat down in the corner of the couch, and drew her onto my lap, she curled up like a kitten.

“You’re so beautiful.”

She looked down and tried to hide her face with her hair.  I tucked it behind her ear and trailed kisses along her cheek.  “So beautiful.”

She shook her head.  I kissed the tear that formed.

“Ah, honey.  You make me ache.  I watch you, and I want you.  Your eyes draw me in and take my breath away.”

She shook her head again, but I could tell she was listening.

“I told Conroy to buy you that blue dress so it would match your eyes.”

Her breath caught, and she looked at me.

“You were an absolute mess.  Nothing but a camp bath.  But when you took the dress out of the shopping bag, I couldn’t erase the vision of you wearing it.  Do you know what I did?”

She shook her head, and I hesitated, but her eyes were so shy and hopeful.

“I jerked off in the shower imagining you in that dress, Allie.”

“You did not.”

I kissed the tip of her nose.  “Did too.”

She giggled.

“Can I kiss you now?”

She wound her arms around my neck.  “I want to kiss you.”

I waited.  Her mouth parted, and she licked her plump lips.  Jesus, I thought I might die.  She pulled my head downwards, and I dove in.  So soft, so perfect.  And there was that electric shock again as we touched.  She shivered.  I stroked her long hair, and she moaned as our tongues met.

I traced her jaw, her skin was so soft and her mouth flowered open, allowing me to explore further.  My hand moved to cup the back of her head and slid down to the bow that tied her dress.  I hesitated.

No, Declan.

Yes, Declan.

By the time, the ‘Yes, Declan’ had been said, the bow was untied, and blue silk was drifting downwards.

She whimpered.

“Are you okay?” I whispered against her wet lips.  She nodded.

“Words, baby.”

“Yes.”

My hand cupped the silky texture of her breast, so warm and soft.  I rolled her nipple between my fingers.

“Ahhh.”  Her head fell back against the arm of the sofa.  I bent and suckled.  She gripped my head.  Pressing me harder against the hard tip.  She whimpered again, and I looked up.  Her lips were open and shiny.  I needed another kiss.

I surged upwards and took her mouth and plundered.  My head spun.  She moaned.

Oh God, this is not what I wanted for her.  Not yet.  I needed to slow things down because I couldn’t be trusted.  I pulled away, then kissed her eyelids, and then her nose.

I tied her dress.  Then because I couldn’t resist, I kissed her mouth again.

“Are you sure?” she asked.

“I need more time to savor you, love.  But know that this is killing me.  I’ve never had a more beautiful woman in my arms.”

She rolled her eyes.

I pinched her butt.

“You listen to me and believe me when I call you beautiful.  That’s the new rule.”

“Fine.”  She sighed.  “But if I forget, you have to kiss me.”  I loved that little bit of self-confident sass.

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About the Author:

Caitlyn O’Leary is an avid reader, and considers herself a fan first and an author second. She reads a wide variety of genres, but finds herself going back to happily-ever-afters. Getting a chance to write, after years in corporate America is a dream come true. She hopes that her stories provide the kind of entertainment and escape that she has found from some of her favorite authors.

Her Series Include:

THE FOUND:

It’s a bit Paranormal, a bit Sci-Fi and 100% Action/Adventure. The characters have special abilities, that make them targets.

MIDNIGHT DELTA

This is focused on a group of Navy Seals. What makes them special is their bond to one another, and the women they come to love.

FATE HARBOR

This is the series that started her career, it is a Menage Series that takes place in Fate Harbor Washington. It focuses on a tight-knit community who live and love and care for one another.

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