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It Started with a Lie (Truth and Lies Duet Book One) By Lisa Suzanne

9/19/2018

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Bestselling author Lisa Suzanne's newest duet features a fake relationship and enemies that might just become lovers. 
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“This is Viv. We just started seeing each other.” Before I can stop more lies, I mutter, “It’s pretty serious already.”
I don’t have time to consider the consequences of this declaration, but it’s the first thing I could think of to explain why the woman secretly hired to fix my company is here. 
I glance over at Viv, nervous for her reaction and whether she’ll play along. She smiles at Jason as he walks over to her to shake her hand.
“Nice to meet you, Viv. I’m Jason.” He shoots me a secret nice work look. “Hey, are you going to that gala Friday night?”
I shake my head. “I wasn’t planning on it.”
“A late client meeting came up and I can’t go,” he says. “Are you free?”
I glance at my calendar. “I can make it work.”
“I’m sure your new girlfriend would love the spare ticket,” he says.
“I was planning to spend time with you anyway, so a gala sounds like fun,” she says with the most saccharinely sweet tone she can muster.
I look in horror at her and wonder what the hell I’ve done with my little lie.

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MORE ABOUT IT STARTED WITH A LIE 

Brian Fox is desperate for cash. When his business falls into debt, he turns yet again to his rock star brother. Only this time, his brother refuses to throw money at the problem...he intends to solve it. Enter Vivian Davenport, business fixer extraordinaire, supreme professional, and Brian’s new boss.

Brian has always called the shots, but now he’s the one taking orders. When the tiny lie that Vivian is his new girlfriend slips out, he’s forced to play the role of doting boyfriend to a woman he can’t stand. 

It started as a lie, but what happens if it turns into the truth?

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Lisa Suzanne is a romance author who resides in Arizona with her husband and baby boy. She’s a former high school English teacher and college composition instructor. When she's not cuddling baby Mason, she can be found working on her latest book or watching reruns of Friends.  

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LOVE UNDER SIEGE: A MILITARY ROMANTIC SUSPENSE COLLECTION BY Samantha A. Cole, Kalyn Cooper, Lindsay Cross, PJ Fiala, Maryann Jordan, MJ Nightingale, Caitlyn O'Leary, Abbie Zanders

9/19/2018

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Eight Brand NEW Sizzling Full-Length Novels featuring Military Heroes by acclaimed authors who know how to bring the Heat, Action and Suspense!!
LOVE UNDER SEIGE IS NOW AVAILABLE! 
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ABOUT LOVE UNDER SIEGE

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• Tuff Enough by Samantha A. Cole While security operative Jason "Tuff" Tanner lives for dangerous assignments, he likes his downtime in his quiet neighborhood too. But that peacefulness is suddenly interrupted when his new next-door neighbor becomes a target for someone hell bent on revenge. Canine rescuer Concetta "Chet" Suarez brings all his protective instincts to the surface, along with feelings he's never experienced with any other woman. Will he lose her before he ever gets a chance to make her his?

• Never Forget by KaLyn Cooper Dreams or nightmares. Truth or lies. He can't tell them apart after he sees the woman in his dreams. She is the key to his past, present, and future... She just buried her husband next to her fiancé who was killed in an explosion while they were on a mission together ten years ago. She doesn't need another man in her life, until someone tries to kill her.

• Ravished River by Lindsay Cross Hardened ex-FBI agent Adam Wise shielded himself from any weakness - until Tara slipped under his defenses and taught him to love. Past demons refused to remain dormant and Tara is caught in the crossfire of revenge - now Adam must risk everything to reclaim the woman he loves.

• Lincoln by PJ Fiala Lincoln Winter is hired to bring in a criminal who is selling arms on the black market and he never misses a mark. That is until the sultry Skye Sommers crosses his path and unwittingly gets herself caught up in much more than she can handle. Can they stay alive long enough to find a killer, an arms dealer and love?

• Mace by Maryann Jordan Mace Hanna's security business keeps him busy...too busy for a relationship. When providing security for a single mom and her young son who has witnessed a murder, he vows to keep them safe...and finds love along the way.

• Black Jack by MJ Nightingale Undercover FBI agent, Jackson Black doesn't expect to find love while working deep undercover on a RICO case. But he can't resist Dawn, the sexy accountant, who keeps crossing his path during the investigation putting both of their lives on the line.

• Her Guarded Hero by Caitlyn O'Leary It's been five years since his tragic loss and Navy SEAL, Dalton Sullivan heads to Lake Tahoe to be alone. The last thing he expects is horse trainer, Aurora Chance to literally fall at his feet. As danger and raw emotion churn around them, can Dalton be brought back into the light?

• Not Quite Broken by Abbie Zanders Former POW Brian McCain is so busy fighting his demons, there's not enough left over for anyone else – not even the one woman who has a way of shining light into his darkness. But when a serial killer turns his sights on her, Brian realizes he's not quite as broken as he thinks he is.

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SNEAK PEEK of RAVISHED RIVER by LINDSAY CROSS

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​"Aaron, can I ask you one more question?"
He cleared his throat.  "Anything."
"Will you kiss me?"
His eyes flew open, every muscle in his body going tense with need at her question. He had to say no.  He hadn't even touched her yet and already she tested his resolve. The moment his lips touched hers he would be done for.  
Celine's tiny pink tongue darted out to lick her lips and his willpower crumbled.  He could do it.  He could kiss her.  That's all he needed, just one taste. 
Just one.
A growl ripped from his chest and he crushed her to him, taking her mouth with all the ferocity and pent up desire inside him.  Her sweet mouth opened willingly and her arms went around his neck, holding him to her as tightly as he held her.
His tongue danced with hers, exploring every single inch she was willing to give.  Like a man possessed he nipped at her lips, licked and sucked and then pushed deeper.  God, she tasted so good, better than he’d thought. She was perfect for him. Celine whimpered, the sweet feminine sound of want sent adrenaline spiking through his resolve. 
If he didn’t have her now, he’d go insane. “The mission,” he whispered roughly again her lips.

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SNEAK PEEK of HER GUARDED HERO by CAITLYN O'LEARY

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When he got to Aurora’s room Dalton was enveloped in a universe of soft greens and blues.  She was standing at the foot of the bed, her golden hair and white chambray shirt a beautiful contrast.  Dalton hated to see that slight look of insecurity.  How was that even possible considering there had to be a scorched spot in the hallway from where they had just been kissing?
Enough.  His lady was not going to feel this way.  Not on his watch.  
“You’re beautiful, you know that don’t you?” He queried gently.
“Sometimes.  Sometimes I do.”
He prowled toward her.  “Tonight we’re going to change that.”  He slid his palms against hers, he felt the callouses, and even those were sexy.  Seeing her ride a horse was a thing of beauty, and those slight ridges were a testament to her abilities.  He entwined their fingers, and pulled her arms wide, taking note of the thrust of her breasts.  
“Gorgeous.”  
“Winona ogled you,” she blurted out.
It took a half second for him to process her words, then he responded.  “The only one I care about is you.  Have you ogled me?”
“Oh yeah.  A lot,” her breath came out in a puff of air.
Dalton saw the rapid pulse at her neck and pressed a kiss to the hot flesh.  
“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice quivering.  
It was different than in the hallway.  Somehow she seemed unsure of herself, nervous even.  Instead of the conflagration he had been expecting, Dalton realized he needed to seduce.  He turned them around so that he was sitting on her bed and she was standing between his legs.  “I don’t know if I can take this slow.  At least not the first time,” he admitted.
Dark brown eyes stared down at him.  “You really want me that much?” she asked wonderingly.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and tugged her close.  “Oh yeah,” he breathed.  “Sweetheart, you’re exquisite. Everything about you calls to me, your beauty, your grace, your passion and joy, they’re like a siren song.  But more than anything it’s your heart that seduces me.”
He watched as her eyes widened with delight and wonder.  “I…I…you…”  She cupped his cheek and her thumb softly brushed over his bottom lip.  “You’ll never know Dalton.  You can never know,” she whispered.

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​Maryann Jordan has been a devoted romance reader since the late 1970’s!  After a career in adolescent counseling, she is thrilled to be a full-time romance author, writing military romantic suspense and small-town romance.  With one of her cats usually perched next to her laptop, she keeps her readers entertained with tales of sweet alphas and the independent heroines that catch their eyes.  Now a USA Today Bestselling Author, she always promises a Happily Ever After.  www.maryannjordanauthor.com
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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 her stories provide the kind of entertainment and escape she has found from some of her favorite authors. 
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​Abbie Zanders loves to read and write romance in all forms; she is quite obsessive, really. Her ultimate fantasy is to spend all of her free time doing both, preferably in a secluded mountain cabin overlooking a pristine lake, though a private beach on a lush tropical island works, too. Sharing her work with others of similar mind is a dream come true. She promises her readers two things: no cliffhangers, and there will always be a happy ending. Beyond that, you never know… https://abbiezandersromance.com
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Samantha A. Cole is a retired policewoman and former paramedic, who is thrilled to add award-winning author to her list of exciting careers. After being gifted with a stack of romance novels from her grandmother, her love affair with the genre began in her teens. Many years later, she discovered her love for writing stories was just as strong. Taking her life experiences and training, she strives to find the perfect mix of suspense and romance for her readers to enjoy.
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PJ Fiala has toyed with many careers in her life, looking for that perfect fit. Finally, when her love for writing took root, a match was made. A lifelong reader of romance novels of all genres, she still reads her favorite authors and enjoys finding new authors to entertain her. An avid biker, she plots most of her stories while riding and enjoying new adventures with her husband, then bringing those adventures to her stories filled with steamy passion and love, and they always end with a happily ever after, 'cause who doesn’t love that?   
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KaLyn Cooper writes military romantic suspense, often based in facts ripped from the headlines. Twenty-seven years as a military wife has shown her the world and the men and women who protect it every day. Thirty years in PR taught her fact can be stranger than fiction, but leaves it up to the reader to separate truth from imagination. All of her heroes, and many of her heroines, are active duty and veterans, all who find a happy ending. www.KaLynCooper.com

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Lindsay Cross is the award-winning author of the Men of Mercy series. She is the fun loving mom of two beautiful daughters and one precocious Great Dane. Lindsay is happily married to the man of her dreams – a soldier and veteran. During one of her husband’s deployments from home, writing became her escape and motivation. An avid reader since childhood, reading and writing is in her blood. After years of reading, she discovered her true passion – writing. Her alpha military men are damaged, drop-dead gorgeous and determined to win the heart of the woman of their dreams.  www.lindsaycross.com
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MJ Nightingale is the best-selling author of The Bounty Hunters: The Marino Bros. She is an avid reader of all things romantic and suspenseful. She is married to a wonderful loving husband and they have two fun and fabulous sons.  Going on road trips with her family provide the settings to many of her books.  Her leading men are bounty hunters, detectives or ex-military--but all are alphas with heart and heat. And the women are strong--the perfect match to all that testosterone. Her books will have you page-turning late into the night.  She surely brings the heat with stories that sizzle! www.mjnightingaleblog.com
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HARD ROCK KISS By ATHENA WRIGHT

9/15/2018

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FALL IN LOVE WITH A ROCK STAR GOD TODAY! 
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​“You have no idea who I am, do you?” he asked.

“Am I supposed to know you who are?” I shot back. “Are you some famous movie star or something?”

I’d been kidding, but the corners of his lips curled up. “Close.”

How could this guy be something close to a movie star?

“An athlete?” I asked. “I don’t pay much attention to sports.”

“That guess is not as close.”

I studied him carefully. He was handsome enough to be an actor, but he said that wasn’t it. He was tall, with broad shoulders, but not so large to be some football player. 

I caught a hint of a tattoo peeking out from the collar of his t-shirt.

“A tattoo artist?” I guessed, even though I couldn’t name a single famous tattoo artist.

“Way off.” His eyes twinkled. He was enjoying this.

“A model?" I asked.

“I have modeled, yes, but that’s not it.”

He certainly was handsome enough. With sandy-blond hair falling into his eyes and an easygoing expression, he had that cute boy-next-door look. But from the teasing smirk on his lips and the way his eyes wandered slowly up and down my body…

I had a feeling this boy-next-door was really the guy your parents always warned you about.

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MORE ABOUT HARD ROCK KISS

Rock star god Nathan Walker is the first person to make me feel alive in years. But I can’t let this happen. I can’t let us happen. For my sake, and for his.


Nathan Walker is famous. Rich. Gorgeous. A rock star god. The media says he goes through women like tissues. That he’s never been seen with the same girl twice.

From the minute we met, I knew there was something more to him.

Every brush of his lips, every touch of his skin, makes my body sing.

It’s not just physical. In those moments we share together, I know he cares for me.

Just like I’m beginning to care about him.

But there’s a secret I’m keeping from him. A secret that will change everything. A secret that could ruin his dreams, his future.

Despite all the playboy rumors, I know Nathan would never intentionally hurt me.

What if I have the power to hurt him?

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Athena Wright is a USA Today Bestselling author of New Adult Romance. She loves to write about rock stars and the girls who tame their wild hearts. Hobbies include procrastination, wasting time on the internet and living out her rock star dreams at karaoke bars. Athena is perpetually on the hunt for her next caffeine fix.

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WRECKED for YOU by Kristin Mayer

9/13/2018

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Falling in love wasn’t part of the plan...
WRECKED FOR YOU by Kristin Mayer is AVAILABLE NOW! 
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Another streak of lightning flashed across the sky. The storm was getting worse. There was no way I’d be able to fly home tonight. Air traffic control would never clear us with the stalled front coming in.

Now or never.

I opened the car door and walked up the pathway that led straight to the front door. The heavy rain quickly soaked through my jeans. I’d found a raincoat on the plane, but it did little to keep me dry. The wind was whipping the water around every which way. Once I got to the door, the covered porch helped shelter me some.

I took a deep breath and then knocked three times.

Stay calm. Whatever happens, at least you’ll know.

The door opened, and warm light spilled out into the darkness. My word, she’s beautiful. There she stood in her jeans and light pink T-shirt with her blonde hair pulled up into a bun on the top of her head. It was hard not to pull her to me and kiss the life out of her.

Her startled eyes met mine. She’d been crying. Seeing her red, blotchy eyes and tear-streaked cheeks slayed me. My fists clenched, and I reminded myself not to rush this. Kory’s lip quivered. Only a couple of feet separated us, but they felt like the width of a canyon.

I began to speak, but she beat me to it, her voice sounding sadder than I remembered. “Hayden, what are you doing here?”

Shit. Thunder roared through the skies and my heart plummeted. That wasn’t the reaction I was hoping for.

Unsure how to respond, I blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “Why did you leave?”

There were a million other things I wanted to ask, like why she was upset, but her question threw me. If things were over, I wasn’t going to put myself out there even more.

 She looked around outside before pulling me in the house. I stumbled at the sudden movement but caught myself. The door slammed shut, and in the next moment, Kory threw her arms around me, holding me as if her life depended on it. Without another thought, I wound my arms around her, inhaling her sweet vanilla scent. This was the greeting I had hoped for.

This felt right.  

Kory let out a sniffle before saying, “You came for me. You actually came. When I needed you the most, you came.”

I held her tighter. “I’m sorry it took so long. The way things happened with us and how you left did a number on my head.”

She pulled back, and fresh tears filled her eyes. “You have to go back to Alaska and forget you ever met me. You can’t be here.”

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MORE ABOUT WRECKED FOR YOU

My life was set. 

In five months I would be engaged to a man I didn’t love. 
In fifteen months I would marry someone who didn’t love me. 

It was a carefully calculated script thought out by those who had the most to gain. The same people who thought happiness came from money. 

Everything was going according to plan until I met Hayden Foster. Now, I have to find a way to escape this life—my prison.

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Kristin Mayer is a wife and proud mother. Since an early age, she has always enjoyed reading and writing. While visiting her father one weekend, he suggested that she should take up writing again. With family and a career, she didn’t give it a lot of thought, until a story entered her mind and wouldn’t leave.

At the beginning of 2013, she decided to sit down and write it all down, but she kept it to herself. One sentence developed into two, and before she knew it, she had the makings of a novel.

Kristin tries to live life to the fullest during every moment. She loves to travel, meet new people, and mark items off of her bucket list. 

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Dirty, Bruised Martini

9/10/2018

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When you fall in love with a mafia leader, you know there is a danger....
but you never truly expect anything to happen...until it does.
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You never could resist me when I talked about our wedding. About me becoming your wife.

Red velvet or marble cake? You said whatever I want.

Hydrangeas or dahlias? You said for me to choose.

Keep my maiden name or take yours? You said I need to remember who the fuck I belong to. 

You had me up against the wall before I could blink, with my legs wrapped around your waist and your lips on my ear, growling about needing to remember who the fuck owns me. Owns this pussy. Owns this everything.


Urgent fingers slid under the hem of my dress and stroked my silky panties. Already drenched with anticipation for you. You liked that. You liked that a lot. Dipping inside me with only the satin separating us while a ragged moan vibrated in your throat. 

But I wanted more. I was crazy, desperate for more of you. Lifting my hips to grind against your palm. Hoping you’d slide another finger into me. That you’d massage and rub and caress the places I needed you to touch the most. That you’d tease me until I came all over your hand. Well aware I was acting like a naughty, bad girl for you. Thinking dirty words I could never be brave enough to speak. Imagining filthy desires I was too timid to describe with my voice. Although I didn’t say them aloud, I thought them. For you. For myself. I needed you. I wanted you. Like no one ever before.

You answered my silent request by ripping off my purple sheath without any resistance from me. When your gaze traveled over my body, and you whispered, “Fuck, rosy girl.” I knew that’s exactly what you were going to do. And I couldn’t wait. I couldn’t get you inside of me fast enough.

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MORE ABOUT DIRTY, BRUISED MARTINI 

I think about you when he f*cks me.
I think about you when he beats me.
I think about you when he whips me and tortures me and makes me bleed.

I think about you when he rapes me and then offers me to his friends - to the men who hate you almost as much as he does.

All I can hope, to keep myself going, is that sometimes you think about me too.

Dirty, Bruised Martini is a dark romance with multiple triggers. PLEASE do not read if this type of story is not for you.

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Nikki writes contemporary romantic thrillers and admits to a weakness for alpha males and bad boys, especially ones who can't live without the strong women they love. She spends more time in her characters' lives than her own. But, when she's in the real world, her passions include reading, wine appreciating, running, and spending time with her husband and daughter.
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Rebellious River By Lindsay Cross

9/6/2018

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Return to the Men of Mercy with Ethan and Kate's Extended Story.!
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Ethan cast up a silent prayer that the motel room he'd rented wasn't a close relative to the bar. How could he expect to seduce someone like Kate in a shit hole with cockroaches as decorations?

The bartender stared past his shoulder and Ethan swung around and blanked. Kate strolled across the floor, graceful and predatory, almost feline. She'd let her hair hang long and straight down her back, a perfect touch to the skintight dress hugging her curves like it'd been painted on. And the heels. She'd worn those fuck me heels.

 Kate didn't stop until she stood between his spread knees. She took the beer from his hand, and placed the bottle on the bar behind him. Ethan sat there, unable to move, mouth dry and body tense and ready to snap.

          “Sorry I’m late. I wasn’t sure you’d wait.”

Her husky voice slid over his skin like a caress and snapped him from his stupor. Ethan pulled her to his chest.

 Kate rubbed her chest across his, and Ethan clenched his jaw so tight he was surprised his teeth didn't shatter. He was so much worse off than he'd originally thought.

 Ethan snatched her hand to his lips and nipped her palm, savoring her soft gasp. “I would've stay here all night if you asked me to.” Although more than likely, he would've ended up back at Noni's to check on her. Kate wasn't the type of woman to stand him up, even if she changed her mind, she would've told him to his face. But when her gaze slid away from his, he felt the first niggling of worry. “Why did you pick this place?”

 She nibbled her lower lip and faced him. “To be honest, I didn't want to chance running into any of the other guys.”

That got his back up instantly. Was she embarrassed to be seen with him or something? “Why?”

          “I didn't want to put up with their shit tomorrow. I already put up with enough crap just because I'm female, if they get wind I'm banging you too...” She let her words trail off with a shrug and Ethan found himself grinning in response.

          “So you're banging me, are you?” He palmed her hip and yanked her closer, allowing her to feel how much that thought turned him on.

          Her eyes darkened from pale green to emerald and she lowered her lashes. “In a seedy motel and everything.”

 The thought of her spread out beneath him on any bed was enough to drive him past the edge of control. Ethan ripped out his wallet, tossed a five on the bar and pulled Kate out behind him. “You lead the way to the motel.”

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MORE ABOUT REBELLIOUS RIVER

Ethan Slade was a loner. No parents. No wife and kids. No liabilities. He had one love in his life - the Special Forces. As a member of the elite Task Force Scorpion, he'd been on more near death missions than most soldiers experienced in a lifetime and he liked it. So when his commander forced him to run protection for a senator's daughter's wedding, something a mall cop could do, he was pissed..

Kate Richards had a chip on her shoulder. After being fired from her job as a CIA analyst because her boss wanted her in his bed instead of behind a computer, Kate was left without a job or a clue as to what she would do next. So when the commander of an elite SF team asked her to help bodyguard at a high profile wedding, she did what she had to do. She took the job.

After years of ribbing and sexual harassment, Kate wanted nothing to do with men. Period. Especially tall, dark and handsome alpha male operative Ethan Slade.

The last thing Ethan wanted or needed was to give up his life as a roamer, avoiding any attachments or obligations. But neither of them is prepared for the instant eruption of desire at their first meeting.

The two come together in an explosion of passion so potent it will leave them both marked for life. But just as quickly as they've come together, Kate is violently ripped from his fingers, and it's up to Ethan to rescue the woman he's come to love before he ends up alone again.

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Lindsay Cross is the award-winning author of the Men of Mercy series. She is the fun loving mom of two beautiful daughters and one precocious Great Dane. Lindsay is happily married to the man of her dreams – a soldier and veteran. During one of her husband’s deployments from home, writing became her escape and motivation. 

An avid reader since childhood, reading and writing is in her blood. After years of reading, she discovered her true passion – writing. Her alpha military men are damaged, drop-dead gorgeous and determined to win the heart of the woman of their dreams. 
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Ten Reasons to Stay By Candace Knoebel

9/1/2018

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The days of the week became a blur of gray.
Thursdays were color. One day a week I was his and he was mine.
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“Will this be a one-night thing?” My pulse was tripping over itself.
“Shouldn’t it be?”
I could barely keep it together. I was sure he could see my heart banging away in my throat. “What about… an arrangement?” I posed, this time meeting his eyes. Breath lodged in my chest.
He observed me for a moment. “I’ve never had one. I’ve been with married women before, but none who were in an open marriage, and definitely not one of my employee’s wives.” He reached for my hand. “Which is why I don’t think this is a good idea.”
My skin shriveled beneath him, a strange, inky feeling unfurling in my veins.
“But… with you, I find myself in quite the quandary,” he added, the warmth returning.
“Why?”
When his steel gaze met mine, I felt the breath rip from my lungs. “I’m a businessman, Corrine. I can spot a diamond in the rough from miles away. I like you. It’s obvious you’re caged in. The way you hold yourself… it’s different. I’m willing to break a few of my personal rules to give it a try.” 
I swallowed. My appetite changed for something else. For… someone else. There was something awakening within my bones, a suppressed, hulking feeling scratching to break free from the prison of my skin.
“I do have to ask though… Why are you going through with the open marriage? It doesn’t fit you.”
“How do you know what fits me?”
The challenge in his eyes zapped through my brittle façade, but I refused to back down. 
He waited for me to answer.
“Because I’ve never lived for myself,” I admitted. “I’m thirty-two, and I’m not getting any younger. The world keeps spinning around me whether I like it or not. Jack is going to either cheat or be open. Deep down, I want to try this with you. I’m sick of ignoring that part of myself.”
“What part?”
“The selfish part.”

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One day a week—Thursdays—my husband and I could do whatever or whomever we pleased. 
Protection was non-negotiable. 
And no matter what, we had to be home by midnight.

Jack was the one who wanted an open marriage, but we were supposed to keep things simple. No strings. No commitments. It seemed so easy… until it wasn’t.

Devilishly handsome Cole Blackwater was only supposed to be a fling, but everything about him made me feel alive. Wanted. Seen. When I realized he was my husband’s boss, I should have broken things off right then… but I didn’t.

One day a week, I could pretend that I was his and he was mine… until Cole wanted more.

But how could I decide between the man I’d promised to love, honor, and cherish, and the man who tempted me to break every single vow I’d made?

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With two completed series, her work ranges from paranormal to contemporary, all centered heavily around romance. Currently she lives in Florida with her husband and two children, and has just completed her thirteenth novel, The Taste of Her Words.

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Billionaire Unchallenged ~ Carter: A Billionaire's Obsession Novel By: J.S. SCOTT

8/30/2018

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"I wanted everything he could give me, and then I needed it all over again." 
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                                      Carter

“I kissed a woman in the elevator today,” I shared with my brothers Mason and Jett later that day in my office. “I didn’t really know her, but she got to me.”
I wasn’t one to confess my sins to my brothers, mostly because they’d eventually use them against me to piss me off.
But my head was still reeling about what had happened that morning, and I was still perplexed about exactly why I’d felt compelled to kiss Brynn Davis. It wasn’t like I was usually a pervert who ran around kissing any woman I wanted.
I was a whole lot more sophisticated and subtle.
At the risk of sounding conceited, I can honestly say that I have no problem finding a woman when I wanted one. What in the hell had I been thinking to hit on the one single female in Seattle who wasn’t interested?
But see…maybe that was the problem. She was a challenge, and I hadn’t had one of those in a very long time.
However, I hadn’t known she wasn’t going to be into me when I’d first seen her, and that was confusing since I’d known that I wanted her in my bed since we’d locked eyes at the charity benefit.
I don’t chase after women. I didn’t need to. And I sure as hell had never kissed a female unless I knew she was willing. I felt like my body and mind had suddenly been temporarily taken over, and some Carter I didn’t know had kissed Brynn Davis.
Mason cocked a brow. “How do you know she gets to you if you don’t know her?”
“Remember the two women we saw at the benefit?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he answered, sounding confused.
I let out a sigh and leaned back in my desk chair. “It was her. I found out that she lives in the same building I do.”
“The dark-haired woman?” he questioned.
I nodded unhappily. “Turns out she’s even more beautiful and irresistible closer up.”
Brynn Davis had grabbed me by the balls the second her beautiful dark eyes had connected with mine, and I’d completely lost it.
“What happened after that?” Jett asked.
I shrugged. “She blew me off.”
I heard Mason chuckle—which was odd for him—right before he answered, “So she turned you down?”
“I asked her out for dinner, and she refused.”
“Whoa. What did it feel like to actually suffer rejection?” Jett joked. “I think it’s probably been a while for you.”
I shot my little brother a dirty look. “Probably high school, and it sucked.”
Women generally were falling all over themselves to meet me. And I’m not saying that because I’m arrogant. It was just…the truth.
When a guy is single and ultra-wealthy, females generally want to take a shot at getting that man to commit.
Problem was, commitment was something I avoided like a poisonous snake. No woman was ever going to get me into that kind of relationship. I was pretty sure I’d feel suffocated.
“What’s she like?” Mason asked curiously. “And what’s the deal with her blonde friend?”
“She’s a supermodel. Brynn Davis. She did a shoot for one of our ads several years ago. But we could never get her agent to pin her down with a contract, and we eventually headed in another direction. She’s beautiful, and she’s smart.”
She also hates me! I purposely didn’t tell my brothers that part.
“And the blonde?” Mason repeated, sounding irritated.
Ah, interesting. Mason hadn’t forgotten the pretty blonde.
“I assume she’s a model, too. I’m not sure, actually. Brynn and I didn’t exactly trade life stories,” I grumbled. “She was pissed.”
“Who did you not trade life stories with? And who was mad at you?” my brother Jett’s fiancée asked as she breezed through the open door of my office, apparently in search of her fiancé.
I cringed just a little as I looked at Ruby’s cheerful expression. I still felt guilty about the shitty things I’d done to her in the past.
Now, Ruby was my biggest supporter, and I had to admit that I pretty much adored her like she was one of my sisters. I was certain that nobody could dislike Ruby for an extended period of time. She was young, but intelligent. And probably the sweetest woman on the planet, regardless of the hard life she’d lived before she’d met Jett.
And bonus…she’d forgiven me for being such an asshole.
“Some woman dissed him today after he kissed her in the elevator of his condo complex,” my younger brother explained.
“She did?” Ruby said as she glanced at me with concern. “Did you really do that?”
I nodded.
She smacked Jett on the arm as she sat in the chair next to him. “Stop teasing Carter. Being rejected isn’t funny.” She moved her gaze to me. “Are you okay?”
I was starting to feel uncomfortable. Spilling my guts about anything wasn’t normal for me. “I’ll live,” I told Ruby with a grin. “Every guy gets rejected occasionally.”
Damned if my spirits didn’t lift a little as she gave me a sunny smile.
Ruby had a way of making me talk. I think it was because she cared so much, and asked a lot of questions. So I wasn’t surprised when she asked, “Why did you kiss her? And how did you meet?”
Surprisingly, Mason was the one who explained that Brynn and I had seen each other at a charity benefit, and that we really hadn’t met until after I’d kissed her.
“Maybe you shouldn’t have trapped her in an elevator,” Ruby finally said. “You could have scared her off. And honestly, Carter, you had no business touching her like that.”
She was right, and I still felt pretty damn guilty about just taking what I wanted without thinking about how my actions might have caused unnecessary hostility between myself and Brynn.
The only thing I could do was plead temporary insanity, which kind of sounded like the truth anyway.
“I don’t even know why I did that,” I confessed. “One minute I was fantasizing about getting her into my bed, and the next I was kissing her. I have no idea what the hell happened.”
I wasn’t the type of man to accost women in an elevator.
Women came to me.
I didn’t chase them.
“Sometimes you just know when you find the right person,” Ruby said whimsically as she shot her fiancé an adoring look.
Since I didn’t want to burst Ruby’s bubble, and see disappointment on her face, I kept silent.
I wanted to fuck the beautiful model; I didn’t exactly want a romance.
Somehow, I needed to get Brynn Davis out of my system. I’d been thinking about her all damn day, and it was distracting me from my work. And that was something that never happened.
I usually just got laid, and my fuck buddy was promptly forgotten. They never took my attention away from my company.
Granted, I’d temporarily lost my mind this morning, but there was something different about Brynn. I just couldn’t put a finger on exactly what that something was.
Mason snorted before he said, “I don’t think he’s looking for love, Ruby.”
She glared at my older brother. “You don’t know that, Mason. And love isn’t something anybody plans. It just…happens. In all honesty, I think you and Carter could both use a woman who isn’t going to let you push them around.”
I snickered as I glanced at Mason and noticed that he was actually squirming.
“I just had to kiss her. It wasn’t a planned-out idea. And I regretted the impulse when she sprinted out of the elevator like I was some kind of damn monster.”
“You could apologize for being a jerk,” Ruby suggested.
“I never apologize for being an asshole,” I informed her.
Okay. Yeah. I had said a quick, impulsive I’m sorry to Brynn, but I hadn’t sincerely apologized the way I could have. Being contrite wasn’t really in my nature.
Ruby folded her arms in front of her. “You could start. You obviously like her, and kissing her while she was pretty much defenseless was crossing the line.”
I wasn’t about to inform my sister-in-law-to-be that I’d actually stopped said elevator before I’d kissed Brynn. She didn’t really need to know that. “What I really need is to forget about it.”
Unlike Jett, I wasn’t cut out to be monogamous. It wasn’t that I felt like I needed a different woman all the time. It was a case of me not having the time or the desire to keep one female happy.
Building Lawson Technologies had been my life for most of my adult years, and I didn’t know how to do anything else. So, in some ways, I could relate to Mason. Any other priorities were always a distant second place for me, and I had no idea how to change that, either. Until now, I’d never had the desire to do anything except play the business game.
Ruby shot me a disappointed look as she stood up. “Jett and I have dinner plans, so we have to go. We’re trying out a new restaurant. But I think you should think about apologizing, Carter. I’ve never seen you have this kind of interest in a woman before, and I don’t think you should blow it with her.”
News flash: I’d already blown it. Ruby hadn’t seen the obstinate look on Brynn’s face when we’d parted this morning.
But Ruby was probably never going to understand that I didn’t covet a relationship like she had with Jett.
I liked my freedom.
“I’ll think about it,” I agreed vaguely.
I watched as Ruby, Jett, and Mason departed, and then leaned back in my comfortable office chair with a sigh.
Apologize? Oh, hell no. I was Carter Lawson, a man known for playing the game better than everyone else. I was never sorry, and I sure as fuck wasn’t asking anybody to forgive me.
But God, Brynn Davis was tempting enough to make me flirt with the idea.
Would it help? Probably not.
She’d been pretty adamant about not wanting to go to dinner.
For fuck’s sake, Lawson, forget about it!
Problem was, the memory of her stubborn expression, her fearless stance when she’d finally spoken to me, and her beautiful, dark, exotic eyes had haunted me all day.
She’s a supermodel. She’s attractive. That’s it.
Strangely, I didn’t like the fact that men were probably ogling her all the time. Brynn Davis was probably the star player in a large number of men’s fantasies, and that irritated the hell out of me, too.
Leaning forward again, I opened the merger file on my desk.
“Fuck!” I said to myself in a disgusted voice. “What in the hell am I doing?”
I had a ton of work to get done before I could leave the office.
I’d spilled about what I’d done this morning to my brothers and Ruby, hoping for some kind of damn advice.
And I was actually thinking about sincerely apologizing to Brynn.
I told her I was sorry. That should be enough, right? She knew.
I specifically remembered that I’d blurted out those two little words as soon as I’d caught up with her after she’d bolted from the elevator.
It was unusual for me to say I was sorry at all. In fact, I couldn’t remember a time that I had since I’d become a grown adult.
As I focused on the paperwork I had to review, I tried to push her out of my brain completely.
There were other women.
Plenty of them.
I didn’t need to obsess over a single female who just wasn’t interested in me. That would make me pretty damn pathetic.
I finished my work several hours later, and realized that I hadn’t been completely successful at writing Brynn Davis off.
Maybe because I wanted her way too much.

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What happens when you're instantly drawn and inexplicably attracted to a man you haven't really met? 

Me? Well, I left a party like my butt was on fire when it happened to me. Arrogant, wealthy and physically perfect men were nothing but trouble, even if I was mesmerized by a man with all of those attributes. 

Unfortunately, we met again--in person this time-- when I literally collided with Carter Lawson in the flesh several days later, and discovered he was a man I just couldn't stay away from, no matter how much I tried. He felt the same attraction, and was determined to make it impossible for me not to see him. 

My body craved him, and as I got to know the real man behind the jaded billionaire, womanizer facade, I was surprised to discover that I actually liked him. 

He's the quintessential alpha male that I normally hate, but there's something I see in him that nobody else does, a pain I recognize in his glacier-like eyes--because I'm just like him. Both of us are frauds 

I want to crack him like an egg, and see what's inside, but there's no way I want him to do the same thing to me. 

On the surface, I'm a successful supermodel with a great career. 

Inside, I'm someone else, a woman that nobody sees--until Carter slowly breaks through my defensive walls as well as he satisfies my body, starting to open wounds that have never really healed. 

But there's only so much I can let Carter see. Revealing everything could ruin my entire life and the career I'd worked so hard to build. 

So why was it so hard to lie to Carter like I'd been doing with everyone else my entire life?

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Inferno By Angela Graham

8/22/2018

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Inferno by Angela Graham is LIVE! This book is for lovers of the Harmony series as well new readers.
A stand alone full length novel full of sexy, steamy intrigue.
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Caleb gazed around my apartment with a slight chuckle as I filled a champagne flute with water, trimming the length of the single hot-pink tulip before placing it inside.
“You moving?” he asked, lifting a notepad full of scribbles listing all my housing options in town. “How come you scratched out the Villa? I’m helping Luke get an apartment in there. Great place.”
I snatched it from his hands. “Yeah, gorgeous, but I want something a little more low-key.” And cheaper. “I’m not in a rush. I’ll find a place soon, I’m sure.” I grumbled the last bit, not wanting to discuss my lack of options.
“Considering you have more boxes packed then not, it looks like you’re ready to go sooner rather than later,” he said. “I can put in a word for you at the Villa.”
“Thanks but I’m good, really.” I grabbed my crossbody bag and slipped it over my head. “You ready?”
He began walking toward the front door, then stopped. “They have about half a dozen empty apartments over there. You sure you want to look elsewhere? They also have top-notch security, plus with Luke living there, he’ll look out for you. I could take you over to check it out.”
“Thanks, but it’s not for me,” I said sheepishly.
“Not for you?” His tone dropped in confusion. “It seems like it would be a perfect fit. They even have a fairly nice pool.”
“I can’t afford it!” I admitted, casting my eyes to the ground.
Caleb didn’t speak, and I refused to lift my head, feeling humiliated. “I…I just need to keep looking.”
“Hilary.” He lifted my chin. “My apologies. I just figured you’re paying a lot more here than you would over there, so it made sense—”
Our eyes connected. I pleaded with him to understand and he did, slowly releasing my face. “Rafe owns this building.”
I nodded, bowing my head again.
He kneaded the back of his neck. “Right. I forgot.”
“Look, we should get going. Parking can get crazy off Main Street.” I made my way to the door, turning back when I didn’t hear him following.
He stood in the center of my living room, hands balled at his sides, gazing around the room before walking toward me. “Let me help you get out of here. I’ll get you in the Villa—”
Shaking my head, I held up a hand. “I need to do this on my own.”
“I understand. You can pay me back.”
I moved toward him, grateful for the offer but aware just how wrong it would be to accept. “Thank you, but really, I can do it on my own.”
He appeared to concede after a few moments, walking to the door and holding it open for me.
“I’m not trying to own you, Hilary, and I have no intention of ever controlling you, but there’s nothing wrong with accepting help.”
“Would you?”
“Would I…?” he questioned, brows puckered.
“Accept help if you were me?” I asked honestly, testing just how well I understood him already.
He appeared to think it over. “No, but then again, I’m a stubborn son of a bitch. You, on the other hand, are a gorgeous young woman who doesn’t need to struggle.”
“I’m not—”
“But I respect your decision,” he cut me off, wearing a genuine smile. “You’re gonna be all right, Honey Pie. But in case you ever need it, I’ve got your back.”
I smiled, grateful. “Thank you. Now how about I let you help by buying me a giant blue cotton candy?”
Caleb laughed, leading me to the elevator. “Cotton candy, huh?”
“Unless that’s too much for you,” I teased.
“Oh, Hilary.” The elevator door opened, and we stepped inside. “There’s nothing I can’t handle.”

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Hilary Robinson gave up on fairy tales when she was still a little girl. Headstrong and stubborn, she refuses to depend on anyone except herself, living life her way: easy come, easy go. Faultless loyalty and unwavering confidence is what the world may see, but deep down she’s drowning in reckless behavior—with consequences she’s tired of running from.
A man of many talents, Caleb Townsend has always lived hard and with no regrets. He knows the game better than most but plays by his own rules, which include a calculated hand of poker that opens enticing new possibilities. With a promising business to build and estranged family members anticipating his failure, he has everything to lose and no time for distractions.
But it only takes a single conversation with the once-shy girl he remembers hanging around when they were kids to spark an undeniable attraction. With shameful secrets and old habits dying hard, they soon realize that if they don’t raise the stakes, one of them will be forced to fold their hand.

Some romances burn bright and fizzle fast, but this one’s nothing short of an…inferno.

This is a full length standalone novel that can be read before or after Inevitable. 

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Angela Graham is a New York Times & USA Today bestselling author of the Harmony Series. She spent a lot of her childhood hidden away in the aisles at her local public library where she fell in love with reading. It was a home away from home through her youth to her adulthood.
In 2012 she knew she found her calling in the world of fiction the moment she began pounding away at the keys for her first short story. With a baby on her shoulder, she wrote about a year before deciding to try her hand at a novel. It was the best decision she ever made and one that changed her life in ways she never imagined.
Together with S.E. Hall, she has released five novels and one short story together.
Angela resides in Northwest Arkansas with her three beautiful children and a rowdy dog.

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Beautiful Devil: The Rockstar Duet Book One By: Sharlyn G. Branson

8/18/2018

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From Bestselling author Sharlyn G. Branson, comes Beautiful Devil the first book in a new, beautiful duet! Read the FIRST THREE CHAPTERS below
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PROLOGUE 

Ryan 
New York 
ON’T YOU DARE contradict me, you dumb bitch. 
“D When will you learn to show me respect?” 
Just as my father finished saying those words, his hand landed on my mother’s cheek. The slap knocked her to the kitchen floor. 
I couldn’t stand watching him beat her. Why did he do it? Wouldn’t it be easier if they got divorced? After all, they didn’t love each other. 
I hated my father, Josef, more than anyone else on this Earth. 
God, to think that his blood flowed through my veins! How could we be so different? 
I was sick to death of the constant beatings he gave my mother and me. It was his fault I was aggressive and got into fights in school, but I’d sworn never to lay a hand on a girl. Never! 
My heart beat so hard I thought it might burst. “Don’t hit Mom,” I said in a voice I barely recognized as my own. 
Josef turned to me, his eyes piercing, though bloodshot from drinking. With his overgrown beard, shaggy hair, and bulky body, he looked like a werewolf who’d stepped out of some horror movie. I was afraid of him, but I couldn’t let him abuse the only person who truly cared for me. 
“Are you trying to boss me around, you little shit?” Just three long strides and he was in front of me. His fist struck my chest, and I flew back, hitting the wall behind me. 
I coughed as agonizing pain shot through my ribs and reached my lungs. 
God… 
I still hadn’t recovered from the beating he’d given me three days ago. I looked up to see him unbuckling his belt. He was going to lash me with it to teach me to not meddle in his business ever again. 
“Please, Josef, don’t beat him.” My mother’s sobs tore through my heart. “I beg you.” 
Something had to be done to end this. How much more would we have to go through? How much longer did we have to endure? 
My father turned to her and screamed, “Shut your fucking mouth, bitch.” 
Just then, my eyes fell on a dirty frying pan on the table. I grabbed it and lunged toward the man I hated with all my heart and soul. 
Josef tried to stop me, but lost his balance and fell to the floor. I took advantage of the opening and hit him on the head with the frying pan, over and over again. 
I was quite muscular for my tender ten years, and now it was as if my strength had somehow tripled. My blood coursed through my veins and pulsed in my ears. The whole world around me disappeared as I recited the mantra in my mind: 
Hit him. Hit him as hard as you can. 
I had lost my mind. 
I have no idea how many times I hit him, but when I stopped, I realized that what I’d done was irreversible. Josef’s face was mutilated beyond recognition. 
How could I have done this? I was just a child. Maybe the devil had possessed me? 
I looked at my mother. Her eyes were wide with shock. 
She’d put her hand over her mouth, suppressing her sobs. “Mom…I think he’s dead.” 

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Miami, Florida, 17 years later  a world tour with my pop rock group, Blackstone, and I 
WO WEEKS HAD passed since I returned to Miami from 
still couldn’t recover from the wild life: all-night parties, easy girls, alcohol, and cocaine. I was only 27 years old, but I was exhausted. My life had become a roller coaster. I would plunge down, narrowly escaping death, and then shoot up again, high into the sky. It was then and only then that I felt truly free. 
This whole thing repeated day after day. 
Why did I do this to myself? 
I had no idea what it meant to be in love, because I always avoided getting emotionally involved. I knew the reason for that was hidden in my past, which still followed me everywhere—like a black shadow. Sometimes I simply couldn’t take a breath and felt like I was suffocating, and I also had nightmares. But no one can choose their parents or the childhood they’re given. 
However, we’re all born into this world with a certain mission. I knew mine was music. It was the only thing that gave me peace. 
I’d always dreamed of being on top of the world, and eventually I’d managed to reach it. Fate had smiled and nudged me out of the dark hole I’d been in. Blackstone now enjoyed worldwide fame, and the bars and nightclubs I’d opened as investments in Europe and the States were always jam-packed with partiers. 
In short, I led a life others could only dream of. I had fame and enough money to buy anything I could want. 
And yet… Something was still missing. 
I often asked myself, What do I need? 
It wasn’t women. As the lead singer of a rock group, I didn’t need to make much effort to attract hot chicks—the music had already done that for me. I rarely had to spend the night alone. True, I never fucked any woman more than once. But I didn’t feel the need to do so. One night was more than enough. The chicks I spent the night with knew not to expect more from me anyway. 
I was good at making them scream, grip the sheets tight, and dig their nails into my back. And then…then it was mission complete. They were left happy with their evening, and so was I. 
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I’D GOTTEN UP at 6:30 and had already been running along the coast for two hours. As usual, I tried to outrun the demons pursuing me, but they were inside, so there was no way of ever losing them. 
The air was heavy and humid. I was out of breath, and my legs were barely holding me up, but I needed to be outside. Jogging allowed me to let off the tension that had built up, to push aside the memory of my latest nightmare. 
The sun escaped the clouds to spread its rays over the ocean, showering it with blinding sparks. Luckily, there weren’t many people out who could recognize me at this hour. The shore was deserted other than dog owners here and there on their morning walks with man’s best friend. 
I appreciated my fans, but sometimes it was all too much for me. I missed my days of freedom—to simply sit at some bar, sipping my drink and enjoying life. Being famous certainly had many advantages, but there were downsides too. 
I needed to find a place where nobody knew who Ryan Wilder was, where nobody would want a selfie or ask for an autograph. Where nobody would paw at me, screaming, “I love you. Marry me!” 
How could you want to marry someone you didn’t know? I’d never be able to understand that, but it was definitely a common declaration from my female fans. 
A couple on the shore drew my attention. I slowed my running and listened to their conversation. 
“Travis, I trust you,” the woman said. “We can do it. You just need to hold me high.” 
She had a mellifluous voice, and she was young—no more than twenty years old. Dressed in a tight vest, which highlighted her nice breasts, and denim shorts, which revealed her long, tight legs, she was impossible not to notice. 
I won’t hide that, as a man, I always fix my eyes on a woman’s body first. You might say, “We get it. Fifty percent of your brain is occupied with music and the other half is filled with thoughts of sex.” 
Even if that were true, would there be anything wrong with it? Of course not. 
My eyes shamelessly scanned the chick’s body until they reached her face. Fuck… She was beautiful. And that smile? Simply stunning. 
“Come on, Trav. We can do it. This isn’t the first time we’re trying a difficult acrobatic move.” 
I’d started walking toward them without even realizing it. 
“Emily, it’s dangerous,” the guy responded. “What if you fall?” 
Her boyfriend didn’t seem very sure of himself. He wasn’t particularly tall, but he had well-developed muscles. 
The beauty shook her head, swaying her hair, which was dyed bright red and tied neatly in a ponytail. 
“I won’t. You ready?” she asked. 
He widened his legs slightly to assume a more stable position and nodded. “I’m ready.” 
The chick ran over to him and put her foot in his cupped hands. He lifted her up. 
Damn… This girl was so graceful. 
She spread her arms, freed one of her legs from the man’s hands, and raised it behind her as she leaned her body forward. The man tried to keep hold of her, but I sensed he was at the end of his strength. I started running the moment her body tilted forward. 
I caught her securely in my arms, stopping her plunge toward the sand, which could’ve ended tragically. I turned her toward me and, gazing at her, stopped breathing. 
Her eyes were blue—just a shade darker than mine—and surrounded by long, curved lashes. She had high cheekbones, a small snub nose, smooth skin and lips. Fuck…Her lips were thick and looked so soft… I got the urge to bite them. 
She was gorgeous. 
Pressed against me, her breasts moved up and down. She was scared, and who in her place wouldn’t be? She’d been about to hit the ground headfirst. 
I narrowed my eyes in disapproval as I chided her. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? Are you trying to break your neck?” 
She opened her mouth, getting ready to say something, and then she closed it. She opened it again, but it seemed nothing would come out. 
I smelled a whiff of strawberries, which made me even angrier. This girl had a divine scent, but clearly she wasn’t all there in the head if she practiced such dangerous acrobatics. 
I was furious that she hadn’t been thinking about her safety. But in spite of my anger, my body responded. Something twisted in my stomach, and a powerful tingle engulfed my groin, making it throb. 
I was hard. Incredibly hard. 
I wanted her to be mine—and to punish her for putting herself in such danger. I wanted to take her back to my house, throw her on my desk, spank her butt until it was flaming pink, and then give her a good, hard fucking. 
I managed to tear my eyes from her tempting lips, which I just knew could suck me to ecstasy. 
I turned to the man, who seemed at a loss for words. The thought that he was most likely her boyfriend made the blood boil in my veins. “It’s your duty to protect her, rather than help her break her spine.” 
He said nothing and stared at me as if he’d seen God step down from the heavens above. 
I hadn’t even noticed I was still holding the petite redhaired girl. Reluctantly, I put her down, and when I was sure she was steady on her feet, I took a step back. 
“Don’t you think you’re a little over the top?” She put her hands on her hips and raised her chin. “Travis is strong enough. He would’ve caught me.” 
It didn’t bode well for me that she was stunning even when she was pouting. 
Pushing my sunglasses up, I regarded her. “If I were in your shoes, I wouldn’t repeat that dumb stunt ever again. 
Next time there might not be anyone to save your ass.” 
She gasped, but I paid her no mind, turning my eyes back to her boyfriend. I gave him my most withering look—the one I’d inherited from my father. A look I hated, but which brought fear and respect from the people who saw it. 
I turned back to her. “It wouldn’t have hurt to say thanks, would it?” 
Without waiting for her reply, I continued jogging.

​2 

Emily “D babbled on, but I wasn’t listening at all. AMN, THAT WAS it. We missed our chance.” Travis 
Running gracefully, like a real athlete, the only man who’d ever made me angry—and who’d also unlocked something inside me—receded into the distance. As he did, the feeling I’d been suppressing for years suddenly woke up. It made my skin tingle with pleasure and caused butterflies to flutter in my stomach. 
It’d been so nice to have him hold me in his arms, pressed tight against his powerful chest. 
Unfortunately, no matter how hard I tried to be different, I was just like my mother, an easy mark for an attractive man. 
As people say, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. Though I’d kept my heart locked away for as long as I could remember, I couldn’t escape my genetic fate. 
Still, I shouldn’t give in to his charms. No! He likely cared nothing about me. 
Millions of women across the world must feel this way whenever they saw him. Ryan Wilder was a sex symbol, a rock star. Of course I’d be attracted to him. 
I looked lustfully at his disappearing body—wide shoulders, tight hips—and realized ominous cracks had appeared in the wall I’d built to protect myself from men. 
Immediately I felt disappointed. Why wasn’t I stronger? 
“You’re not listening to me.” Travis’ voice tore me away from my thoughts. 
“Sorry. What did you say?” 
“I knew it.” He sighed, ran his hands across his face, and regarded me tensely. “You know full well that Ryan Wilder owns Wild Angels. We won’t be able to win the audition for best dancers, and we won’t get the job. Appearing in nightly shows would open so many doors for us. Offers from other places would start flooding in… And who knows, we might get offered a part in some Hollywood movie—” 
“What movie is that?” I said, laughing. “I have a French accent—” 
“Which is barely noticeable. Anyway, Sophia Loren speaks with an accent and look how famous she is. Oh, and your compatriot Vanessa Paradis managed to bag Johnny 
Depp, the eternal bachelor.” 
Travis continued to list European actors who’d made it big in Hollywood. He truly seemed to believe the fairytale that he and I would become famous one day. 
But I harbored no such illusions. 
His words flattered me, but I could clearly distinguish the possible from the impossible. It’s important to be realistic about one’s chances in life. The only thing I dreamed of was proving myself as a good dancer. I was certain I was talented at that. 
Travis and I had met two years ago. We’d both been working as dancers in a small, privately held music theater, getting paid fairly decent money—just enough to pay our rent. We’d rented an apartment together, which we shared with our friend Misty. She worked as a waitress at a bar called Wild Angels. She was the one who’d told us last week about the audition. 
Ryan Wilder and his crew were recruiting new talent. Surely there could be no better opportunity than that. 
And rumor had it that the winners would also join the band for their next tour. There was chance for us to visit amazing countries on faraway continents. 
But Travis was right; Ryan Wilder had, unfortunately, not been particularly impressed by us. And I’d behaved awfully. 
What had been up with me, goddammit? 
It was true: the least I could’ve done was thank him. But when he’d started talking to us like we were children, I’d seen red. Anyway, there was no point in making excuses now. I could’ve been more careful and polite, given that he’d likely be one of the judges at the audition. 
At least we had a whole month until then—a month during which Ryan would most likely forget all about us. 
In the meantime, we’d train every day, for hours on end, so we could ultimately prove ourselves as the best. 
*     *     * 
One month later 
I’M HAPPY TO say we were outstanding at our audition. We performed the dance we’d prepared absolutely perfectly— even the difficult acrobatic moves—to a tune by Blackstone called “Close To You.” Travis and I were pleased, and the judges had had very good things to say about our performance. 
The only person who’d said nothing—and I mean nothing, zip, silence—was Ryan Wilder. He’d just looked at me angrily, his teeth clenched tight. 
That didn’t bode well. If he were to say no, it’d be over for us. All our dreams of success and the life it could bring would come to an end. 
Unfortunately, we didn’t get a final answer right away, and we had no choice but to dig deep for patience and wait. We’d gone back to the waiting room, which was packed full of other dancers, so we had to sit on the floor. 
“I’m starting to have doubts about our winning,” Travis said, flipping a lock of hair off his forehead. His brown eyes were filled with pessimism. 
“Don’t start that again,” I chided. He was my best friend, and I felt obliged to give him some strength. I couldn’t leave him looking so browbeaten, always assuming the worst. He who only thinks of bad things will have something bad happen to him sooner or later—or at least that’s what my great grandmother always used to say. 
“Think positively. Our performance was flawless. We didn’t make a single mistake.” 
Travis put his arm around my shoulders and kissed me on the head. “You’re right.” 
“Of course I’m right.” I smiled and gave him a little dig in the ribs with my elbow. 
I decided to find the ladies room, and one of the assistants told me to walk to the end of the long corridor, take a left, and after that a right. From there she assured me I’d have no trouble finding it. 
I’ve never been very good at following directions, and of course, I ended up in the wrong room. 
When I went in, I wished I’d never set foot inside. 
One of the walls was smoked glass, which enabled me to see into the adjoining room. There, the judges from the audition sat at a round table. I panicked that they’d see me and was just about to sneak back out when Ryan Wilder’s voice nailed me to the floor. 
“I don’t want her, Mike. Emily Delon is very talented and dances like a goddess, I agree. But I don’t want her to work at Wild Angels. And that Travis… I don’t trust him at all. With his incompetence, I know she’ll end up with a broken neck some day. I won’t let it happen in my bar.” 
“You’re talking nonsense, for fuck’s sake. They both did a great job. She’s very flexible, she’s not afraid of anything, and she gives it everything she’s got. Didn’t you see the performance they pulled off? A true masterpiece. I still have goose bumps from it,” another man said. 
But I didn’t dare turn to see who he was. 
I was frozen on the spot, like I’d been paralyzed. I knew I should leave, that I shouldn’t eavesdrop, but my legs refused to obey the orders issued by my mind. 
“When she raised her leg above her head, my eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets. She managed to keep her balance on the shoulder of that Travis guy on just one leg. Damn, that girl is pure gold. Beautiful, talented, sexy… And I think that’s precisely why you have a problem with her. You’re afraid you won’t be able to resist her charms and you’ll end up sleeping with her? You’re afraid—” Enough. 
I was done. Opening the door, I flew back out of it. 
I felt sick as I walked down the corridor. What the hell had I done to Ryan to make him not want me? Was it because of the beach incident? 
Black spots appeared before my eyes, and everything started spinning. I leaned on the wall for a moment, then tried to continue forward, but failed miserably. I slid to the floor. 
Life would go on… I had to get it together rather than let some man hurt me and crush my self-confidence. Even if that man was Ryan Wilder. 
The chill emanating from the wall against my back had a calming effect on me. Trying to bring my nerves under control, I inhaled and exhaled deeply. 
You can do it, Emily. You’ve always managed to do it. With or without the dumb Wild Angels and their shitty audition. They can all go to hell. Every last one of them. 
“Are you okay?” 
I raised my head and was met by a pair of lovely blue eyes, sexy tousled hair, and a handsome face. Of all people on this planet, why was the only one I didn’t want to see ever again—Ryan Wilder—now hanging over me, looking concerned? 
Concerned… He must be playing some kind of joke on me. Clearly, in addition to having a lot of musical talent, he had great acting skills, because one thing was certain: he didn’t care about me, not even slightly. 
It took all the strength I had to stand, still leaning on the wall. 
“What have I ever done to you?” I hissed. Even though I wasn’t particularly short, I still had to look up so I didn’t end up facing his chest. 
He looked at me in confusion. “What are you talking about?” 
“Don’t pretend you don’t know. I heard what you said to the judges. By complete accident, I stumbled into the adjoining room and—” 
“You eavesdropped on us.” He frowned, but that didn’t make his perfect features ugly at all. 
Dammit, he was too gorgeous and manly. A true Romeo, and he knew it. 
“I told you it was by accident. I was looking for the restroom and—oh, whatever.” I could feel the adrenaline spreading through my veins, and knew I must be bright red with rage. I probably looked terrible, but I had to tell him everything. “Just because you’re handsome and all the women go ooh and aah when they see you doesn’t mean you have to behave like a… I’ll spare you the rude words. You know what I’m talking about. You don’t want to work with me, but you can’t find a single good reason for not hiring me.” 
He ran his hand through his hair, which seemed incredibly soft. “That’s not true. I said I don’t want you to break your neck in my club.” 
“You call that a reason? You have a choreographer. Just because this time I incorporated acrobatic moves into the dance doesn’t mean it always has to be like that. I wanted to impress you, to show you we have potential. And your people were impressed. The only person against Travis and me was you, and I’d bet that was right from the start. You have no right to kill off people’s chances on a whim. We were the best, and the others said so too.” Tears started to burn my eyes, but I didn’t let them roll down my cheeks. I couldn’t let him see me so crushed. 
“Emily, that’s not true—” he began. 
But I didn’t give him an opening. I’d gathered steam and had to finish what I’d started. Without any interruptions. 
I put my hand on his chest to stop him from getting too close to me. 
Big mistake. 
It was as hard as steel, and the feel of his body immediately turned me on. A second ago I’d felt like crying, but now I had the urge to undress him. 
Dammit! How was this even possible? 
Such conflicting emotions only existed in the trashy romance novels my mother like to read. It wasn’t like I’d never been close to a man. While we danced, Travis would touch my hips and waist, and I’d do the same to him. But he’d never had such an effect on me. 
Making a huge effort, I focused on the fact that I was angry. “I don’t want to hear your excuses, Ryan, because I’ll never accept them. I feel deliberately snubbed and wronged. There’s nothing you can say to make me feel better. And you know what? I don’t want to work for you anyway. You don’t appreciate me.” I turned away from him and headed back down the hall toward the exit. 
I needed to get away from here. Wild Angels was suffocating me, or to be more precise, Ryan Wilder was. 
Yes, he was sexy as hell, but he was a devil too—a beautiful, blond devil. To top it all off, he had amazing blue eyes, baby blue. They were somewhat narrow, which made him seem dangerous, like a man you shouldn’t try to screw over. 
He was the most masculine man I’d ever met. Which pissed me off more than anything else. Why couldn’t he be a little uglier? That would actually do him some good. Behind that beautiful façade was an evil man who didn’t give a shit about anyone. 
I continued to rage, but I realized it was mostly because I felt rejected. I was livid because he didn’t like me. That shocked me and crushed my self-confidence. It was like I’d been hit by an avalanche and was buried somewhere deep in the snow, where nobody could find and rescue me. 
What was the point of having talent if there was no way for people to see it? 

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Sex, wild parties and alcohol.
When you're the lead singer of a rock group, you don't
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Everybody calls me the devil. I think they dubbed me that because they believe I'm heartless. Perhaps they're right...
I don't know the meaning of the word "love" and I've always tried to avoid emotions. I suspect the reason for that is hidden in my past. I really have no idea and don't want to try to find the answer.
The only question I'm still seeking answer to is: Why, since I met her, can't I think of anything other than the petite French woman with thick lips and the body of a goddess, Emily Delon?

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The past couldn't be changed. It left its ugly wounds, which needed a long time, maybe almost a lifetime, to heal. And even when they did heal, the scars left behind would always remind us what happened.

For so many years, I'd lived under the shadow of death, without love, without letting anyone get close to me. My soul yearned for true love.

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