Saturday, August 31, 2019

Protecting a Steele (Steele Bros #3) by Elizabeth Knox

Protecting a Steele (Steele Bros #3) by Elizabeth Knox
Cover Design by: Clarise Tan, CT Cover Creations
Modeling by: Cody Smith
Photography by: Reggie Deanching, RplusM Photography

Christian asked something of me that I’ve never done before — to lie to his brothers. In the grand scheme of things, he asked much more than that. The first was to deceive both Jordan and Logan, but the next was something I never expected.
He wanted me to protect his little sister.
Madigan is the hidden love child who’s been their father’s best kept secret all these years, even from his own sons. Except Christian had known about her existence for years and during the aftermath of keeping an explosive secret from his brothers, we’re all preparing for the terror that is headed our way.
Of course Madigan couldn’t have been just a normal woman. She brought a shit ton of baggage with her along the way.
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Torturous Release Blitz with L.L. Hunter

Title: Torturous
Author: L.L. Hunter 
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publication Date: August 31st, 2019
Hosted by: Lady Amber's PR
Hayley never fit in.
She’s not the kind of girl others want to be friends with.
She’s clumsy, quirky and best friends with the librarian.
So how come the hot new substitute teacher thinks she’s worthy of conversation?
Hayley hides in the library between classes because it’s where she feels comfortable – her safe haven where she can hide from the world.
Until her save haven becomes the place of rumours and rendezvous.
Milo wasn’t looking for romance.
When he took the part time teaching position at the local college, he only wants to put his head down and focus on his career.
But love found him amongst the book stacks.
Soon, Hayley becomes the object of all his thoughts, and their romance becomes the subject of all the college gossip.
Whispers and side glances were something Hayley and Milo thought they’d escape in college.
Will they overcome the torturous rumours and give in to their desire?
The much- anticipated sequel to Treacherous.
Love is Torturous
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L.L. Hunter is the author of over 20 published works, including The Legend of the Archangel Series and The Garden of Eden. She has studied everything from veterinary nursing, forensic science, and dramatic arts, but has always known her true calling was to be an author. 

She has been writing since her teens - everything from fan fiction, to song lyrics, to plays and musicals. When not working on her next paranormal romance, she can be found at home in Australia, reading somewhere comfortable with one or both of her “fur babies.” Follow her on Facebook, Twitter @llhunterbooks, and her blog -
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Friday, August 30, 2019

Moonflower Collection

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When the daylight fades and time stands still.
The feeling of flying from just one touch.
Moving slowly, kissing softly.
The flash of fever, becoming lost in the flames.
Going under.
These are the moments that leave us breathless.

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Priceless: A Dark Bratva Romance by Jane Henry

USA Today bestselling author Jane Henry delivers a high-stakes, gritty story of forbidden romance, devastation, and taboo love that knows no bounds.

She's barely legal.

Under my protection.

Fully off-limits.

But all mine.

Ruthless is a fully stand-alone spin-off from The Wicked Doms series.

Please note: this dark romance contains mild dubious consent, elements of violence, and kinky, sexual scenes. If such subject matters offend you, please do not read.

I feel like I’m walking in a dream or a nightmare or something. I’m not sure which it is, but there’s an element of the surreal about this I can’t shake. It terrifies me. The only comfort I’ve known in my captivity has been the anonymity of obedience. If I make a move out of place, I draw attention to myself, and I learned quickly that moving a toe out of line would bring about disastrous results.

I didn’t mean to defy my master. I meant to do exactly what he told me, but when he instructs me, halting sentience stops me. I’m trying to understand, but the harder I grasp the further awareness moves out of reach.

The others leave the room, and now we’re alone. I look to the floor, unable to look in my master’s eyes. He will punish me for not obeying.

And somehow, deep inside me, a very small part of me wants him to. Why do I want him to?

I shiver, confused by the fear and anticipation that wrack my body.

“Come here.” He sits on the edge of the bed and begins to loosen his tie. I walk toward him, eager to obey. To earn his praise. I want to tell him I’m sorry, but I can’t. I’m not allowed to speak unless he gives me leave.

When I reach him he points to the floor by his feet.


I drop to my knees, eager to please him.

“Yes, master,” I whisper. “I’m sorry, master.” It feels good and right on my knees before him, like I’m supposed to be here, to show my sincere repentance. But he’s angry, so angry. The heat vibrates from him in waves that make me cower.

I flinch when his hand comes under my jaw and draws my eyes to his.

“Look at me.”

Why does he keep making me look at him? They rarely demand eye contact , but this one is bent on keeping my eyes on his.

“Sir?” I whisper. And this time, kneeling before him, when I look in his eyes, something shifts in me, like sun breaking through clouds. For one brief moment of time, I see everything, my thoughts on the very edge of remembrance. But then the clouds shift, and darkness covers awareness against.

“When I give you an instruction, you will obey,” he says. His voice is calm, but stern, and my body begins to respond with instinctive arousal. I’m not sure why, but I can’t control it.

“Yes, sir.” Will he punish me?

I need him to punish me.

USA Today Bestselling author Jane has been writing since her early teens, dabbling in short stories and poetry. When she married and began having children, her pen was laid to rest for several years, until the National Novel Writing Challenge (NaNoWriMo) in 2010 awakened in her the desire to write again. That year, she wrote her first novel, and has been writing ever since. With a houseful of children, she finds time to write in the early hours of the morning, squirreled away with a laptop, blanket, and cup of hot coffee. Years ago, she heard the wise advice, “Write the book you want to read,” and has taken it to heart. She sincerely hopes you also enjoy the books she likes to read.


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Delaney Shaw.
Good girl.
Lover of fluffy kitties and Star Wars.

His dare? Spend one night in his bed--a night he promises will be unforgettable--and she can solve the mystery of who he is.

She knows she shouldn't, but what else is she going to do with her boring Valentine's Day? One sexy hook-up later, her mind is blown and the secret's out.

Maverick Monroe.
The most talented football player in the country.
Just ask him.

Too bad for him Delaney's sworn off dating athletes forever after her last heartbreak.

But Maverick wants more than one night and refuses to give up on winning Delaney's heart. She isn't one to be fazed by a set of broad shoulders.

Will the bad boy score the nerd girl or will the secrets they keep separate them forever?

Loving Luca by Mila Crawford

Luca Masterson is the man every guy wants to be and every girl wants to be with, but he doesn’t want anyone other than Stephanie, the girl who stole his heart from the moment they were eight years old.

Stephanie is the bookworm who is best friends with a bona fide rockstar. Then one day that guy turns her world upside down by telling her he loves her.

Love isn’t easy, but having a relationship with a celebrity includes a whole new set of challenges. Yet nothing in the world is better than loving Luca.

Warning: If first and only love is your jam, then step right up. This is a friends-to-lovers story that won’t steer you wrong. Guaranteed HEA.


The room was quiet, barren except for the wooden shelves and the smell of paper and leather that bound the pages. I really loved the library, not only because I loved the books that it housed, but also for the solitude it provided me. I looked under the table and noticed next to my pink Chucks with scuffed toes a pair of shiny, black, Italian leather boots, immaculate in every way. Even our footwear showed how opposite we were. I never knew why he bothered to accompany me to the library. He didn’t really read. He would just work on song lyrics or melodies that would play on repeat in his mind and wait patiently until I was ready to leave. I spent hours in the library just looking at him, desperately trying to make sure he didn’t notice my lingering and overindulgent stares. He’d always been a gorgeous boy, dark wisps of hair falling into his green eyes, eyes made even brighter against the contrast of his olive complexion. I loved how the right side of his mouth would twitch right before he’d laugh hysterically. But the quirk I loved most was how he’d tap his long fingers on the table as he worked on his music, his eyes furrowed in concentration. He was so handsome, and I didn’t mean just a good-looking boy who girls crushed on. No. He had the kind of good looks that would make movie stars weep in envy. The worst part was, he didn’t even know how attractive he was—which just made him that more desirable.

I had no idea why he liked hanging out with me, but from the tender age of eight, Luca and I had been best friends, completely inseparable. One look at each other, and we were off laughing and playing from that day forward. When I turned thirteen, I started to develop feelings for him, feelings that made me touch myself and kiss my pillow, pretending it was him kissing me back passionately. All of it pathetic childhood crush stuff, really. Luca grew more and more beautiful every day, and yet he never left my side.

It was in college when he really began to shine. All of a sudden, our world of two disintegrated people began to notice what a standout Luca was. He was always in the spotlight, and I felt like the understudy, waiting in the shadow of the lead actor. It wasn’t just best friends Luca and Steph anymore, but Luca and the plain Jane who tagged along for the ride. I wasn’t sure whether it was out of loyalty or comfort that he still hung out with me. Everyone needed an occasional reality check. I guessed I was his.

He never hung out with the cool kids. He chose to come to the library and sit there quietly while I read or did homework. I didn’t know why he was still there beside me, but I was grateful for his company. I pictured myself as a worn-out old sweater that Luca insisted on keeping, even though he had the designer brands and luxurious cashmere overflowing his wardrobe. I was plain Steph, and he was a bona fide celebrity. But no matter how popular he got, he never left me behind.

“Party tonight at Alpha Sigma Pi. You in?” Luca’s melodic voice gently brought me back to the present.

“Nah, I think I’m going to stay home and read or something,” I said.

I really didn’t want to accompany him to another party where he felt like he had to babysit me. I wanted him to enjoy his newfound glory. No one wanted me there anyway. Generally when we went to parties, I felt how they looked at me, wondering why we were together. If it was because he took pity on me and I was nothing more than Luca’s charity case. It felt like I was holding him back; I should stay his past, not become a weight he felt obligated to carry with him everywhere.

“Steph, I’m not going if you’re not. You know I need my muse. You’re my good luck charm.” He looked at me with his emerald eyes and cocky grin. Luca was lighthearted, and his confidence was apparent in all that he said and did.

“You should go.”

“We should go. It’s Friday night. We’re freshman. Just live a little. Have some fun! Isn’t that what you’re supposed to do in college?”

Easy for him to say. He was the life of the party. Socializing for Luca was fun and easy. For me it was painful and a constant reminder that I didn’t measure up.

“You just had to go there, didn’t you?”

“Aw Steph, please. I really want you there tonight. I need you.”

Need. He said it so casually, but he didn’t know the beginning of it. Need was what I felt whenever I thought of him. It was my desire to always be in his life, no matter what, even if it meant in the most minute way.

He pulled me toward him and kissed the top of my head. A kiss I knew to him was meant to comfort a good friend, but once his lips touched my hair, I felt a jolt of electricity run through my body until my heart fluttered. He squeezed my shoulder and let go. Just like that, the warmth of his touch was gone and I felt nothing but cold.

“So how about I drive you home now and then pick you up at like…seven?” His persistence was both admirable and infuriating. And like always, I caved. There wasn’t much I could refuse him. Luca almost always got his way.

“Fine,” I said finally.

On the way to Luca’s car, a perky blonde sorority girl, Madeline Michaels, sauntered over. Whenever she got close, the girl was all over him. She pushed her chest out and tossed her long blonde hair. My ordinariness was exaggerated just by standing beside her. Her knee-high boots, her short skirts, and her ridiculously tight body. Next to her, I looked like I’d just crawled out of a dumpster. I was dirty-blonde hair tied up in a messy bun secured with a pencil, ripped jeans, and a faded Ramones T-shirt that had seen a few summers. Truth be told, I didn’t have the genes. Even if I were wearing Madeline’s clothing, I would still look like me.

Madeline inserted herself into our personal space, shoving me out with her curvaceous hip that was barely covered by a tiny skirt stretched to capacity. She was so close she might as well have been an esthetician examining his pores—an esthetician who did her job with her breasts rubbing up against him.

“Luca, are you going to the party? I was hoping we could talk,” she all but whispered as she ran her index finger up and down his arm.

I guessed I should have already gotten over the attention from other girls, but it still hurt, because deep down, I’d spent my whole life secretly in love with this boy.

I climbed into the car and looked the other way out the window, trying to pretend they were invisible and that my heart wasn’t breaking.

“Madeline, you know Steph, right?”

I turned at his voice, and my heart leapt in my chest when he looked at me. Luca was sidelining Maddy Michaels with an unnecessary introduction.

“Madeline, this is my girl Steph,” he said while keeping his eyes on me. “She’s been my plus one my whole damn life.”

I didn’t want to read into his words. He always called me his girl.His whole damn life sounded more like an obligation than something he was down with. But he held eye contact as he announced it, and he’d said it with pride. Maybe I was reading into things, but it was enough to make me feel like Luca genuinely appreciated having me around.

“Oh, I had no idea,” Madeline stammered. She glared at me through the windshield, her disgust palpable.

Good, ’cause I don’t like you either.

She plastered on a fake smile that was more forced than oil mixing with water. Her eyes narrowed, but the fake smile didn’t go anywhere. I smiled back, hoping that my eyes didn’t give away my satisfaction. I really didn’t want her to take notice of me and make my life miserable. I was sure she had a million and one ways to ruin me, but I pretended not to care. The semester was almost over, and I never had to see her again if that’s what suited me.

Without another word to Madeline, Luca got in the car and smiled at me.

“Should we hit the road?”

I couldn’t help but turn and stare at Madeline as we pulled out of the parking lot, how she stood in the same spot getting smaller and smaller as we made our getaway.

Maybe Madeline couldn't steal Luca away from me, but he was a rising star, and it was just a matter of time before he’d inevitably drift away.

Mila Crawford is a book lover and has been around them one way or another her whole life. She is a fan of happily ever afters, sassy heroines, over the top alphas, and most of all safe reads.

Catching Him by Aurora Rose Reynolds

Title: Catching Him
Series: How to Catch an Alpha #1
Author: Aurora Rose Reynolds
Publisher: Montlake Romance
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 27, 2019


Leah Emerson isn’t looking for a man—she’s looking for the right man. But her mother’s idea of a great catch leaves her cold, and she’s pretty sure her cocky, arrogant, and way too good-looking new neighbor isn’t the one either. If only her wayward cat would stop jumping through his window, she could get on with her life.

Tyler Duncan moved into town for a new job, not to fall in love. But he always goes after the things he wants in life with steadfast determination…and he wants Leah Emerson. He wants her smiles, he wants her touch, and he definitely wants her in bed.

Unfortunately, someone else wants Leah—in the worst way. Now Tyler’s on a mission to protect the woman he’s falling in love with while proving he’s worth falling for, and Leah must decide whether Tyler is a catch worth catching…

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Aurora Rose Reynolds is a New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling author whose wildly popular series include Until, Until Him, Until Her, Underground Kings and Shooting Stars.

Her writing career started in an attempt to get the outrageously alpha men who resided in her head to leave her alone and has blossomed into an opportunity to share her stories with readers all over the world.

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My Madame by Savvi V

Title: My Madame
Series: Cameo Gentlemen's Club #1
Author: Savvi V
Genre: Sexy Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Najla Qamber Designs
Release Date: September 20, 2019


The king of the Vegas underworld may have everyone else fooled with his dark, brooding eyes, hard body, and expensive suits, but not me.

I knew Gideon Kane back when he was a mere prince under his father’s twisted thumb. Back when he wanted nothing more than to escape that legacy and this town, and take me with him . . .

As princess of the elite Cameo Gentlemen’s Club, I was raised in a world of sensual pleasures and sinful fantasies. My own tarnished legacy, created by strong, independent women who understood where true power lies.

Who also happened to be in business with the mob.

And I stupidly fell for the heir to that empire, heart and soul.

Until he shattered me.

That’s ancient history now that I’m at the helm of Cameo and someone is viciously murdering my dancers and escorts. It’s my bad luck that Gideon’s organization heads up my security, so I’m forced to work with him until this killer is brought to justice—or until I spontaneously combust from the sizzling chemistry we still can’t escape.

Sex is just sex, however. And nobody said a thing about love. Or trust. After all, the princess learned a few tricks from her prince once upon a time . . .

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“Charli.” The word was a warning, heavy and gritty. Laced with anger and passion and everything I should run from.
Too bad for him I stopped running a long time ago.
“F*ck you,” I whispered.
I was off my feet before I could register that I’d moved.


I picked her up, and in two big paces, I had her back pressed to the huge floor-to-ceiling window that overlooked her kingdom below. It was empty and pale, much like my life had been since I pushed her away all those years ago.
Her nails dug into my neck as her dress hiked around her thighs, her breath fanning hot against my throat. I shoved her harder against the glass with my body, then grabbed both of her wrists in one hand and yanked them above her head.
“No. F*ck you, Miss Vaughn.”
She should have just gone home like a good little girl, and JD could have made sure she was safe, so I’d be safe from this raging need for her that had been licking through my veins, eating me alive for weeks. There was a reason I’d stayed away, damn it. No, instead, she’d insisted on staying for the duration, which meant I couldn’t walk out that door either. And now, here we were.
I sunk into a savage kiss, not bothering with any of the niceties I might have once upon a time. I raked my teeth and tongue across her like a man starving, because that’s exactly what I was. What I had been since the moment she spun back into my orbit the day her mother and grandmother died.
She fought being pinned, bucking like a hellcat on fire and nearly biting my tongue in two, but I kept up my assault, intoxicated with the taste of her after all this time apart. I moved to her cheeks, tasting the salt of her tears. Her eyes. Her jaw. Her throat.
Lust and pure animal need roared through my system like a livewire. I typically prided myself on being the one in control, a man of restraint. With Charli, it was nearly impossible. It always had been.
Her fighting became writhing. Her curses, moans as we found our old rhythm. It was like we’d lost no time. Our heartbeats found their echo.
I released her wrists and cupped her round hips, tracked down her thighs, drawing her skirt up to feel thong and bare flesh. God, her skin was still impossibly soft, like velvet. I traced a fingertip around to find her bare and already wet and needy for me, but I pulled back, even as she pressed forward, her breath catching as she sought more.
I drew back, and her eyes fluttered open, showing me entirely too much, though I knew she never intended to. Not my Charli.
My Charli?
F*ck, this woman was going to be the death of me.
Or I would be the death of her.
Either way, we were going down in flames. It had probably been inevitable since the moment we met when we were kids, our families forging our futures without our consent.
Even then, however, I’d known there was something special about Miss Charlotte Vaughn with those wide, icy blue eyes and innocent smile that spoke of a million pretty promises.
Promises I was too tainted to deserve.

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Savvi V is a dynamic writing duo of two friends who came together over their shared love of hot, alpha heroes, feisty, smart-mouthed heroines, and smexy, melt-your-panties romance. We also love ogling tatted up guys, coffee of all kinds, and indulging in dessert first! We hope you'll join the fun because it's all about the V with us! 

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