When your ex is an abusive man, and
nobody knows he even exists, what do you do when he starts to threaten your
life? That’s the situation Crystal found herself in. She kept Troy a secret
when she ran to her brother, but now he’s found where she is and isn’t prepared
to let her go. He believes she belongs to him but he doesn’t know the history
Crystal shares with Booker, the drummer for Black Inferno and what he will do
to protect her. Booker cares for Crystal and wants to finally come clear about
their relationship, but can Crystal face the hard truths and be able to finally
get rid of her troublesome ex, or will he finally catch her and destroy her
future for good?
Either way, she has to come clean about
her harsh past to be able to save herself from Troy.
K.T Fisher is a British romance author. She was born and raised in Nottingham, surrounded by her family. Now, she has two daughters of her own and decided that she needed to live her dream to inspire her children.
K.T Fisher mostly writes about hot, delicious men. Her books are packed with hot suspense and thrilling dangers, add her signature erotic scenes and you have a steaming romance that you have to read.
Ever since K.T Fisher released her first book, Rockstar Daddy she hasn't been able to stop and has since released many books that are loved by many.
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A PROMISE KEPT
By Anissa Garcia
Publishing: June 6, 2016
About A Promise Kept
Closing her heart a long time ago, Grace Clark made a promise she’s vowed to keep. Having Hollywood heartthrob Evan Matthews move in next door with his alluring good looks, charisma, wit, and sexy smile is a temptation that runs the risk of compromising the importance of that promise. Evan is drawn to his new neighbor. Grace is the exact opposite of the women he normally encounters. Enticing, down-to-earth, and confident, she captivates him. She has no problems facing off with Evan, and he soon realizes Grace is much more than just a challenge. He wants to prove himself to her. Grace can see the man beyond the actor, and with more than just her pride at stake, she needs to hold tight to her promise before Evan breaks through all her walls, exposing her heart.
Within the hour, Grace was working up a
sweat as she huffed and puffed on the treadmill.The gym was full of morning people who used
all the elliptical machines, which was an unexpected and annoying revelation.She grumbled to herself as she picked up speed
and let Bruno Mars blast in her ears.
She slowed after half an hour and
grabbed her towel to wipe her forehead.
Her peripheral vision caught a man walking toward her and she did a
double take. Oh, Jesus, help me. Grace
tugged her earbuds off and slowed her pace as Evan approached the machine and
rested his sweaty forearm against it.
“Good morning, Gracie Lynn.” He stood before her with his damp hair
hanging over his forehead and his white shirt clinging onto his chest. She could see every cord of his neck muscles
as he steadied his breathing. “You
stalking me?”
The length of his physique stood
out—trim, well-defined, and unflawed. He
was so confident and masculine. Even
with sweat trickling down the side of his temples he looked absolutely
delicious. It just wasn’t fair.
“You wish, Matthews.” She tried to force her mouth to remain
straight as she reached for her bottled water and took a sip. “What are you doing at my gym?”
“Getting tortured for the sake of
art.”
Her laugh couldn’t be held back as she
stopped the treadmill and jumped off.
She glanced over and saw Josh with a few other guys all pumping
iron. “Well, you play your role very
well.”
“So you’re saying I got a rocking
bod?” His smile grew as he followed
her. “Wait til you see me without my
clothes.”
“God, that ego,” she teased. Grace noted several women looking in their
direction. Some of them gaped, trying to
get themselves under control. Others
tried to give Evan seductive looks in hopes he would return them. He was hard to ignore. She wondered if any of these women would be
brave enough to approach him.
He was probably used to being stared at
and hit on all the time. It seemed like
second nature to him. A pang of jealousy
suddenly hit Grace and she tried to let the emotion pass as quickly as it had
appeared. These feelings were beginning
to creep on her, more so when she was around him.
“Don’t say you wouldn’t appreciate it,”
Evan joked.
“Looks like blondie over there
appreciates it.” Grace smirked, pushing
her chin toward big boobs on the elliptical.
The woman was basically eye-humping Evan the moment she had spotted him.
“You jealous, Gracie? I only got eyes for you, doll.”
“Sure you do, Matthews,” she chuckled as
she reminded herself to take it to the friend zone. Stopping, she forced herself to look at Evan
and caught him observing her carefully.
Her skin prickled and she suddenly felt vulnerable. Heat surged between their bodies and she was
aware of how close he was getting to her.
He leaned in toward her, hovering, the
largeness of his body towering over her small frame. “I’m taking you to breakfast, Gracie.”
His smooth demand caressed her ears
making her forget that friend zone thing.
“O-okay,” she stammered, fighting for breath. “I-I-need to just…” She tried to move away from him as she
pointed toward the ladies’ room. “Um…I
need to shower.”
“Me too,” he chuckled. “Look, I’ll meet you at your place in twenty
minutes.”
Grace nodded in compliance as she walked
away completely at a loss of how she was going to stop herself from giving in
to this gorgeous man.
Anissa Garcia resides in Austin, Texas and earned her Bachelor’s Degree in Speech Communications and English. She held an array of jobs including Public Relations Manager for Barnes and Noble. Wanting a change of pace, she moved to Los Angeles where she attended The American Academy of Dramatic Arts, and trained full-time in theatre. After working in Hollywood, she returned to Texas where she has written articles for Cosmopolitan and Lady Couture. When not writing stories, watching movies, or drinking a latte, she loves to daydream about romantic fictional men.
After his stepbrother is found murdered following a drug deal gone wrong, DEA agent Timothy (MOTH) Douglas goes undercover to take down the people responsible.
Posing as a college student, he sets out to learn more about his estranged younger sibling, infiltrating his circle of friends to further help the investigation.
The moment he meets Windy Lewis he knows she holds the answers.
MOTH pretends to be interested in the mysterious woman, only to fall victim to his own desires. For the first time in his career his personal feelings take him down a road he may never come back from.
When MOTH gets in too deep he will have to make a choice.
Right now I don’t give a shit who
this chick is. I’m not treating her like a criminal, a victim, or a possible
lead. Right now she’s just a beautiful woman I’m dying to fuck. With each
stroke of her tongue I’m being hypnotized. She’s wrapping me around her little
finger, and if I’m not careful I might get lost in this. It’s too good. She’s
too perfect. Her kisses match mine like we’re old lovers. Her hands caress my
arms as if she’s done this a thousand times. The more I try to back away the
harder it becomes to even consider it. I’m a fiend. She’s my drug. I want to be
addicted, because a single kiss has never felt this good.
One kiss. That’s all it takes for
this chick to bring me to my knees. As much as I know I need to run out of
there and clear my head, I remain. I don’t care about the backlash I’ll get
from the guys. I don’t care about the danger, or her real identity. I’m living
a lie because I know it’s the only way I can be close to her. My head is in my
ass, and as long as it stays there I can continue carrying on this charade.
About the Author
Jennifer Foor is an award winning Contemporary Romance Author. She's best known for the Mitchell Family Series, which includes ten books.
She is married with two children and spends most of her time behind a keyboard, writing stories that come from her heart.
COVER DESIGN: Gaffey Media RELEASE DATE: Early Summer 2016
Forbidden Kisses
(3:AM Kisses book 9)
*CAN BE READ AS A STANDALONE*
Rex Toberman is obnoxious and pretentious. So what if he’s the star quarterback? So what if my father is dating his mother? I can’t wait until he’s out of my life for good.
The day our parents announce their impending wedding becomes the worst day of my existence. Not only has Rex cemented himself in my social circle, but he’s about to cement himself into my family.
I don’t trust his mother. And I don’t want anything to do with her egotistical, womanizing son, but deep down the only way to get rid of them both is to do something unimaginable with Rex himself. I’m playing with fire, dancing in the flames of his wicked grin, and soon enough I’m melting. The last thing I want is to become another victim of Rex Toberman’s egotistical, womanizing ways.
But there’s something about those bedroom eyes, that lewd smile, that body made of steel I cannot resist.
Yes, getting rid of my soon-to-be stepbrother is tougher than I ever imagined—especially now that I never want him to leave.
Addison Moore is a New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author who writes contemporary and paranormal romance. Her work has been featured in Cosmopolitan Magazine. Previously she worked as a therapist on a locked psychiatric unit for nearly a decade. She resides on the West Coast with her husband, four wonderful children, and two dogs where she eats too much chocolate and stays up way too late. When she's not writing, she's reading.
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Chloe Parker has the world at her feet. Her career in magazine publishing is flourishing, and she’s about to be married to Miles Durant, a gorgeous billionaire, and the man of her dreams.
But one month before her wedding, she receives a countdown card. No sender. No return address. No message. Only a piece of lace stained with blood. As the wedding gets closer the cards keep coming to her every day without fail.
It seems, while she’s counting down to the happiest day of her life, someone is doing a countdown of their own. Chloe fears she’s in danger, but she can’t turn to the cops for help. There’s something in her past she wants to remain hidden, a dark secret that could destroy the life of her dreams. To make things worse, Miles is becoming increasingly impatient and suspicious about her past, to the point where he’s so angry he becomes a man she doesn’t recognize.
While working to keep her relationship intact, Chloe must find out who wants to hurt her before she loses everything, or ends up dead.
AUTHOR NOTE:***Fatal Hearts is a serial that unfolds over three volumes.***
WARNING:***Due to sexual situations and adult content, this dark romance thriller series is not intended for readers under the age of 18, and anyone who is unable to read books containing, kidnapping, murder, rape, and extreme abuse***
Dori Lavelle, is a mother, wife, and a sucker for happy-ever-afters and mint chocolate.
Growing up, Dori read a lot, and when she wasn't happy with a particular ending, she wrote a different one, just for herself. Before long, she was writing stories when she should have been doing homework. The time has come for her to share the stories she cooks up in her head.
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Leddy Harper's long-awaited BEAUTIFUL BOY is available now! Find out more about Novah and Nolan's incredible story, see the stunning trailer, and enter to win a giftcard & gorgeous necklace below!
About BEAUTIFUL BOY
One introverted girl.
One extroverted guy.
One assignment.
One afternoon.
Then everything changed…
“You destroyed me.”
Novah wanted nothing more than to walk away, never see him again. She was determined to pick up the pieces of her tarnished reputation and move on. Her torture became her muse, earning her well-deserved notoriety for capturing beauty with her lens. She had come full circle. She had it all…until he returned.
Nolan found himself surrounded by the grim facets of life, no longer the prominent boy from an affluent family who’d caught Novah’s eye. The years had been unkind and left him in the dark, painful trenches of life. He needed her help.
Fifteen years can equate to a lifetime of change, neither one the same person they once were. Despite the humiliation, the latent wounds, the missing years…they’re destined to heal one another in unexpected ways.
The muscle in my forehead grew taut, and
even without a mirror, I knew how harsh my expression must’ve been to her. It
became evident in every inch of my face, from my pursed lips to my tense jaw,
even the space between my eyebrows ached with tension.
“Just because I don’t wear them on my skin
doesn’t mean I don’t have them, Nolan. Everyone has scars. Everyone has dealt
with some varying degree of pain. We’ve all been hurt one way or another.”
“And what will seeing your scars do for
me?”
She shrugged with her fingers holding onto
my shirt, unmoving, simply waiting. “Hopefully make you understand you’re not
alone. Maybe help connect us in some way. Bring us closer, and allow us to open
up to each other in a way we’ve never been able to with anyone else.”
“How could we possibly understand each
other’s pain?” My voice rumbled heavily as the words escaped me. The oxygen
grew thick around us and made it difficult to hold onto my bearings.
Her gaze fell to her fingers once they
began to resume their task— pulling my shirt from the waistband of my pants
before unhooking the very last button. Then she ran her palms up my chest. Heat
spread over me like the sun peeking through the clouds. It left me lost in her
touch. Her hands moved to my shoulders, beneath my work shirt, and then
torturously down my arms. She pushed my shirt off my body with an unhurried
ease.
My white undershirt remained, covering my
chest and hiding the unsavory reminders of war. She stood in front of me,
staring at my torso like it was a blank canvas, waiting for it to reveal
something to her. Gentle fingers caressed the fabric at my sides, leaving
behind trails of deep shivers like paths of singed nerves that sparked and
sizzled long after her touch had moved on.
Her scrutiny proved to be too much to
handle, and without thought, I roughly grabbed the hem of her T-shirt, yanked
it over her head, and left her in nothing but a plain black bra. Wide, cerulean
eyes met mine, and a soft, airy gasp resounded around us.
Leddy Harper had to use her imagination often as a child. She grew up the only girl in a house full of boys. At the age of fourteen, she decided to use that imagination and wrote her first book, and never stopped.
She often calls writing her therapy, using it as a way to deal with issues through the eyes of her characters.
She is now a mother of three girls, leaving her husband as the only man in a house full of females.
The decision to publish her first book was made as a way of showing her children to go after whatever it is they want to. Love what you do and do it well. Most importantly Leddy wanted to teach them what it means to overcome their fears.
