Month: May 2019

 

 

Everything changed the night our eyes met
across the room. His green gaze upon me prickled my skin with uncustomary
warmth while my peek beneath his cuff—of a riot of color on his wrist—sparked
my insatiable curiosity. Tall and mysterious, Kader was a man whose secrets I
longed to know. 

Little did I realize that the night we met was only the
beginning—the beginning to the end of the existence I knew. What will happen as his assignment becomes our obsession?

From New York Times bestselling author Aleatha Romig comes a
brand-new dark romance bringing us back to the same dangerous underworld as
SECRETS. You do not need to read the Web of Sin trilogy to get caught in this
new and intriguing saga, Tangled Web. 

OBSESSED is book two of the TANGLED WEB trilogy which began
with TWISTED and will conclude with BOUND. 

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Web. 

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The underworld of Chicago is far from forgiving. It’s a
world where knowledge means power, power money, and money everything.

While I paid the ultimate price to have it all, it wasn’t my
decision to give up my life.
That doesn’t mean I ceased to exist, only to live.
Going where the job takes me and living in the shadows, with
deadly accuracy I utilize the skills inherent to me, not knowing from where
they came, not recalling what I’d lost.
And then I saw her.
Laurel Carlson.
I shouldn’t want her, desire her, or need her, yet with each
sighting I know she is exactly what I have to have. Laurel has the ability to
do what I thought was impossible. She sees what others don’t.
My gut tells me that it’s a deadly mistake to change my
plans and open my world to her. My mind says she’ll be repulsed by my twisted
existence.
None of that matters, because my body won’t take no for an
answer.
I’ve made dangerous mistakes before.
This time, will the price be too high?
From New York Times bestselling author Aleatha Romig comes a
brand-new dark romance bringing us back to the same dangerous underworld as
SECRETS. You do not need to read the Web of Sin trilogy to get caught in this
new and intriguing saga, Tangled Web.
TWISTED is book one of the TANGLED WEB trilogy which will
continue in OBSESSED and conclude in BOUND.

 

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Aleatha Romig is a New York Times, Wall Street
Journal, and USA Today bestselling author who lives in Indiana, USA. She grew
up in Mishawaka, graduated from Indiana University, and is currently living
south of Indianapolis. Aleatha has raised three children with her high school
sweetheart and husband of over thirty years. Before she became a full-time
author, she worked days as a dental hygienist and spent her nights writing.
Now, when she’s not imagining mind-blowing twists and turns, she likes to spend
her time a with her family and friends. Her other pastimes include reading and
creating heroes/anti-heroes who haunt your dreams and bring your imagination to
life!
Aleatha released her first novel, CONSEQUENCES, in
August of 2011. CONSEQUENCES became a bestselling series with five novels and
two companions released from 2011 through 2015. The compelling and epic story
of Anthony and Claire Rawlings has graced more than half a million e-readers.
Aleatha released the first of her series TALES FROM THE DARK SIDE, INSIDIOUS,
in the fall of 2014. These stand alone thrillers continue Aleatha’s twisted
style with an increase in heat.
In the fall of 2015, Aleatha moved head first into
the world of dark romantic suspense with the release of BETRAYAL, the first of
her five novel INFIDELITY series that has taken the reading world by storm. She
also began her traditional publishing career with Thomas and Mercer. Her books
INTO THE LIGHT and AWAY FROM THE DARK were published through this
mystery/thriller publisher in 2016.
In the spring of 2017, Aleatha released her first
stand-alone, fun, and sexy romantic comedy with PLUS ONE, followed by the sweet
stand-alone, ONE NIGHT.
Aleatha is a “Published Author’s Network”
member of the Romance Writers of America and PEN America.  She is
represented by Kevan Lyon of Marsal Lyon Literary Agency.
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From the best selling series, Something So comes the spin-off This
is…
 
Zara Stone
 
All my life, I’ve said I will never date a hockey player. I know
better because I’ve seen and lived it all. My father is a hockey god, my
brother is the captain of the most successful NHL team in the world, and my
brother-in-law also plays in the league. Their lives are complicated, so I went
in the opposite direction.
 
I fell in love with a scholar. But instead of proposing marriage,
he broke up with me.
 
Three months later, I saw his engagement picture on Instagram. I
couldn’t let him get away with that. No, it didn’t matter what, I was going to
make that man see that I did not need him.
Evan Richards
 
I was in the running to pass my point record from last year, ready
to claim the number one spot in the league. On top of my game, I was riding my
career high wave.
 
Then, Hockey’s Princess, Zara Stone tweeted me. She wanted me to
crash her ex’s wedding.
 
The worst that could happen? A PR nightmare. The best? A fun night
with a beautiful woman.
 
It started out as a game—something I’m good at. Her crazy idea
twisted into something I wasn’t looking for, something neither of us wanted.
When push comes to shove, one thing runs through my mind:

 

This is Crazy. Also, this is crazy right.


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You can find her, in four inch heels no less, in the car chauffeuring kids, or
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characters do what she says, because even her Labrador doesn’t listen to her…

 

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When I said, “I do,” I meant it for life.
When he said, “I do,” he didn’t mean it at all.
Divorced and single, I’m ready to find true love.
When a business deal requires me to create an online dating account,
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“How did this happen?” I asked the blank walls of my apartment. I collapsed on my sofa, still in shock from my encounter at the coffee shop. On a whim, I had walked by Rex after work and wanted to give it a try. It was like fate had taken me there and then played a cruel joke on me. All week long, I’d wondered what had happened to Mister Mystery on the dating app. Now I knew. He was out of my league.

Wealthy.

Good looking.

Polished.

In the same category I’d put Lucian Black. Hell, he was Lucian Black. And he had to be worth millions—maybe more. My head was a mess. And he had a child, according to the pictures I’d found when I searched him online while walking through Central Park before coming home.

A child.

Words like “powerful mogul” and “strictly private” were common in the articles I’d found when I’d finally stopped at a bench to sit down. That seemed at odds with what I knew about Mister Mystery.

The articles had confirmed that he was divorced.

His ex-wife seemed to be something of a problem.

My head spun more. Part of me wished Lucian had tried to stop me from leaving. But he hadn’t. At least I knew… at least I knew. The conference calls and drab functions from my conversations with Mister Mystery made sense.

But a child. He had a child.

It was like déjà vu from my marriage to Braden, although logically I knew it wasn’t the same. But finding out like that was… jarring, to say the least.

Mister Mystery had never brought up a child. Not that he’d had to, of course. In fact, it made sense that he hadn’t. Children were precious and needed to be protected. But the news had shocked me. The entire situation shocked me.

I got a pint of ice cream and slipped on my fuzzy slippers before dropping onto the couch and staring at the wall. My phone vibrated. When I saw the name mister mystery flash across the screen, my heart stopped.

Mister_Mystery: And now that you’ve had time to think about what happened, what are your thoughts?

I took a big bite of the cookie dough ice cream and stared at the text. Another message came through. Mister Mystery could tell I had seen the message.

Mister_Mystery: I understand if you never want to talk to me again. I should have asked you to stay earlier so we could talk more. I haven’t handled this well.

I took another big bite.

Mister_Mystery: Have a good night, Addilyn.

It was odd to see him use my real name and not Aurora. I set the pint of ice cream aside so I could reply.

Me: I’m still in shock and I shouldn’t have searched your name online. It’s very… overwhelming.

Mister_Mystery: I’m just a guy, Addilyn.

Me: A guy with a lot of… exposure.

Mister_Mystery: That’s true at times. But my life is also very private.

Things felt awkward between us. Before, it had been easygoing. I was afraid our time was drawing to an end. I wasn’t in the right head space to make any type of decision. But I couldn’t get him out of my head, either. And was there really a decision to make? My heart beat a little faster now that I had a name and a face to go with the person I had gotten to know over the last month.

Mister_Mystery: Night, Addilyn. Sweet dreams.

Me: Night. Sweet dreams to you, too.

I closed out the app, unsure what to make of it all. I’m just a guy, Addilyn. What was that about? Had Lucian wanted to continue our conversation? Or was he just being nice? From the beginning, Lucian had been clear he wasn’t looking for any kind of relationship.

Minutes turned to hours as I sat on my couch and got lost in another old movie. My mind drifted to Lucian. His lean, muscular body, his dark hair, those enigmatic eyes. At nearly six in the morning, I had only nodded off every now and again for a few minutes each time. I brought out my phone.

Me: Did you sleep?

Me: I mean how’d you sleep?

Me: I mean good morning.

I groaned and threw back my head. Way to be smooth. Lucian saw the messages almost immediately.

Mister_Mystery: Good morning. I didn’t really sleep last night. You?

Me: Me either. Were you working?

Mister_Mystery: No. You?

Me: No.

Mister_Mystery: I think we both have a lot to say. Why don’t we meet?

I bit my lip. Yeah, I needed to talk to him a little more. At least for closure.

Me: When? Where?

Mister_Mystery: I’m north of Central Park.

Me: I’m west of Central Park.

Mister_Mystery: How about an hour? Meet me in Central Park at the hot chocolate stand near the carousel?

I knew the place well. It would be busy as the city had just opened the carousel for a special occasion. I wondered if Lucian picked that place specifically to make me feel comfortable.

Me: I’ll be there. See you soon.

Mister_Mystery: Until then.

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Title: True Gold
Author: Michelle Pace
Genre: Romantic Suspense, Mystery
Cover Designer: Michelle Preast
Publisher: Tule Publishing
Publication Date: July 2nd, 2019
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Blurb:
Growing up in True, Alaska, the only truth I knew was that Delilah Campbell was an arrogant pain in my ass. She was also my everything, and still haunts my every waking moment.
I don’t have a single memory that doesn’t include Lie, and I can still taste her, even though Alaska’s no longer big enough for the both of us. After our savage breakup, I fled, chasing my dream and becoming a decorated Green Beret. Ten years later, one bad jump propelled me straight from Special Forces back home, guiding rich idiots into the wilderness, where I struggle to keep them from getting themselves killed. It’s not the life I planned, but at least I’m not behind a desk somewhere.
Then one night, my cell rings, shattering my peaceful existence.
“Connor,” I’d recognize her voice anywhere, and it’s like I’m sixteen again, crazy in love and cocky as hell after finding all those gold bars everyone’s been searching for since before we were even born.
I want to tell her to go to hell and throw my phone in the river, but it seems Delilah’s visceral grip on me is permanent.
“It’s mom. She’s missing. I need your help….”
Raised in small town Iowa, Michelle Pace is an international best-selling, multi-genre author. After studying theater and vocal music and directing and performing in numerous productions, Michelle went on to earn degrees in both liberal arts and nursing.
Determined to avoid shoveling snow, she relocated to the Lone Star State with her husband, author L.G. Pace III. Michelle is a mother of three, and she enjoys traveling, live music, and is an enthusiastic amateur beer connoisseur.
Still most at home while entertaining an audience, her mission is to write gripping fiction, not fairy tales.
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“This is new.” I reach out to brush her tiny strap aside for a better look at the ink. The tattoo is an antique compass rose, the figure that displays the orientation of the cardinal directions on old maps. The design is actually really nice; a couple of roses and some leaves give the outer circle a wreath-like quality.
“Not really. I got it a long time ago.” Her voice is husky as my fingertip glides across her silky skin. Gooseflesh appears on her upper arm, and that gives me a thrill. “When I was like…twenty… maybe twenty-one.”
She turns around, and her hip brushes against the front of my zipper. I’d say the contact made me hard, but I was halfway there watching her from outside. She looks up at me, and though she’s had to crane her neck to meet my eyes since we were in middle school, it’s always felt as if she were the one looking down on me.
“I was dating the tattoo artist. I guess you could call it ‘dating.’” Her tiny eye roll implies it wasn’t one of her finer moments.
I tilt my head, my blood pumping something fierce between my jealousy at the idea that anyone else has ever touched her and her sheer nearness in this moment. “Oh yeah?”
She nods, and a macabre smile flits across her face. “He was tall. And a major know-it-all. Totally my type.”
I feel an appreciative smile working at my lips.
“Why didn’t you marry him?” It’s a bold and weighty statement and her mouth drops open. She searches me, and for a rare, candid moment, I allow it.
“He was mean.” I see something flicker behind those liquid amber eyes.
“Sounds like a match made in heaven.” My voice is gruff, but I’m glad I spoke the truth. I’m even gladder for how solidly the blow lands, based on the way her perfect bow of a mouth turns down at the edges. In a surprising move, she lifts herself easily onto the counter so she’s sitting on it, and I struggle to keep my eyes off of her well-defined arms and that gravity-defying chest. “This doesn’t have to be ugly, Connor. Let’s have a beer. Catch up. Talk about old times.”
I say nothing, and her lips form a slanted smile. “We did have some good times, didn’t we?”
That’s for fucking sure.
I could step between her legs right now. Slip her panties aside and bury myself in her tight, wet heat. It would be as easy as breathing, and three-quarters of me is ready to take the easy route. I move to the far cabinets away from her, putting temptation at arm’s length. From there, I have an even better view, so I force myself to look away, grabbing a beer from the fridge. “No.”
“No we didn’t have good times, or no we can’t talk about them?” She sounds entertained.
I crack my beer and lock eyes with her. “We’re not talking about us.”
She’s completely unreadable now, and that puts me on edge. “Why not?”
I lean against the cabinet, sipping from my beer. “Because I’m not done being mad at you.”
She blasts an incredulous laugh and when I don’t respond in kind, her laughter dies, and she gives me another thorough once-over.
“You’re mad at me? You’ve got to be kidding.”
I tip back my can in response.
She lets out a sardonic chuckle, but she’s obviously pissed. “That’s rich.”
I wait for her to convince me that I shouldn’t hate her. She seems to be waiting on something too. Her smile, the one that isn’t really a smile at all, fades.
“You promised me, Connor. You promised we’d always be friends.” It’s nearly imperceptible, but her lip quivers. Most people wouldn’t have noticed, but most people aren’t me.
I wrinkle my brow, squinting at her in amazement. “You were very clear, Lie. You said I should never contact you again. How’d you put it? Oh, yeah. You said, ‘Have a nice life.’”
Her shining eyes narrow into dangerous slits. Then, in a classic Lilah move, she wipes her expression blank, closing the shutters, blocking out any hope of peeping inside. “Fair enough.”
I should be glad we’re on the same page. That we’re slamming the door on all of that shit. Instead, I want to roar. Frustrated, I chug my beer. By the time I’m done, she’s chewing on her bottom lip. It’s a quirk of hers that I’ve always found sexy as hell, so it’s like a metaphorical kick in the nuts.
“I’m staying in my old room.” She’s either blushing, or she’s still coming down from the crisp night air. “Take any of the other beds you like.”
My treacherous mind recalls the handful of times I snuck in her bedroom window, and I know exactly which bed I want to slip into. I hurry to grab my bag from where I’d dropped it in the entryway. I’m startled when she speaks again.
“Connor?”
“Yeah?” I turn, hopeful that I’ve finally gotten through her armor in some minute way. Maybe she’ll cry. Crying would be excellent.
“Thank you.” Her earnest eyes tug at my worn and frayed heartstrings. “For coming to help me.”
I drop my bags and stride toward her. Instead of flinching away, she leans forward in anticipation. Though we don’t touch, we still clash like two storm fronts, me dark and ominous, her all lightning and show. I’m close enough to kiss her, and she bats those long lashes, which used to be my undoing. The challenge in her smoldering gaze elicits a deep ache in my groin. I grip the counter top on either side of her thighs until my knuckles turn white.
“I’m not here for you,” I growl.
 
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Title: Defending Sophie

Series: GHOST #1
Author: PJ Fiala
Genre: Military Romantic Suspense

Release Date: May 14, 2019

 

Blurb
Accused of
murder and on the run, Sophie must turn to the one man she could never have.
Investigating
her friend’s suspicious death, Sophie’s only source of information turns up
dead – and she’s the prime suspect. Forced into hiding, she turns to her
brother’s best friend to help keep her alive, clear her name, and find the
killer before she becomes the next victim.
Gaige has
longed for Sophie for years, and he’d do anything to keep her safe, but details
of the investigation aren’t adding up. Mounting doubts have him questioning her
story, even as his heart insists she’s telling the truth. The only thing he knows
for sure is he’ll do anything to prove her innocence, but will it cost him his
career?

 

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Excerpt
Chapter 1
Looking over her shoulder, Sophie exited the little gas
station just outside of Riverton, California through the back of the store and
opened the package that held a burner phone. Pulling Gaige Vicker’s phone
number from her front jean pocket, written on a crumpled piece of a discarded
newspaper she’d dug out of the dumpster at her apartment complex, she quickly
tapped the numbers into the phone. She regretted having to dismantle and toss
her brand new cell phone, but she knew they’d be able to track her with it and
she just couldn’t take the chance.
Throwing Gaige’s number into a nearby garbage can so no one
would connect them should she be captured, she quickly made her way across the
quiet street and ducked between a large boxwood hedge and a wooden fence.
Pressing her back to the warm wood, her eyes ever vigilant to her surroundings,
she remained wary. Her heart was still pounding hard from her run through the
woods. That bastard who was chasing her told her not to talk to another person
about what she knew, her time was up. Swallowing the bile that threatened to
rise at the thought of how close she’d come to dying today, she inhaled slowly.
By the third ring her heart began racing. “Come on, pick up,” She
mumbled into the phone.
“Vickers.” Her hand flew to cover her mouth as a
sob almost escaped. Ducking down further behind the hedge, she whispered,
“Gaige? Oh, Gaige, it’s Sophie. I’m in trouble and you’re the only one who
can help me.”
Taking a deep breath to regain her composure, she held her
breath as she waited for him to respond. “Sophie Turner?”
“Yes.” She hated that she sounded so desperate,
but she was. Glancing around to make sure no one was nearby, she swallowed
before continuing. “Gaige, I’m in trouble. I need help. I’m all
alone.”
“What about your friend, Kate?” Closing her eyes
to stay the tears that threatened to spill, she took another deep breath.
“Kate’s dead. I’m in trouble. Can you come?”
“Okay, Sophie, tell me what’s going on.”
“I can’t, Gaige, I’m afraid they’re following me and I
have to make tracks. I’m scared to say too much on the phone. I’m just outside
of Riverton. Call me on this burner phone number when you get here.
939-202-9786.”
“Sophie, you need to tell me something. What are you up
against? What kind of backup do I need?”
“I’m sorry.” Fighting a sob, her voice cracked.
“Can you come? Can you help me?”
She heard him exhale and knew she was asking a lot of him,
but she had nowhere to turn. Whispering, “please,” she heard his voice change.
“I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
“Thank you.” She broke down sobbing, but ended the
call, nervous that she’d stayed put too long. Looking all around, she stepped
from between the hedge and the fence heading south toward Canyon Creek. She
could walk for hours, her Army training had conditioned her for that. Bonus
that she wasn’t carrying a ruck sack, so she was traveling light. She’d make
better time that way.
Attacked from behind, strong arms wrapped themselves around
her, she felt herself falling to the ground, face first and tried to twist to
land on her attacker. Not quite managing, her right shoulder took the brunt of
the fall but not before her attacker managed to reach around and punch her in
the jaw once, bringing stars to her eyes. She heard her phone clatter to the
ground and her eyes fell on it just in time to see it slide under a nearby
trashcan with wheels. Shit.
Fighting passing out, she began kicking back at her attacker
and heard him grunt when she managed a good solid kick to his shin. Taking the
opportunity, she threw her head back and connected with his nose. Hearing the
nasty crunch, she rolled away as he howled, scrambled to her feet, and took off
running. The pain slicing through her shoulder hampered her pace, but she was
determined to keep going. No way she’d allow them to kill her like they killed
Kate. No way in hell. The bastards.
Setting her mind to hear the music she played in her head
during their long and arduous runs in the Army, she steadied her pace and
refused to look back. Reaching the nearby woods, she ducked in, and carefully
watched the terrain as she navigated the downed branches and stumps of trees
long ago fallen. Listening for anything behind her, she finally ventured a
glance and saw that she wasn’t being followed. At least not closely.
Slowing her pace to a fast walk, she looked up through the
trees to see where the sun was in the sky. At 2:00 p.m., in California, the sun
was just beginning its decent, toward the west, so she adjusted her direction
and headed due south. The sun would still shine brightly for another five hours
or so. She could realistically travel ten to twelve miles in that time. She’d
done it more than once. But, she’d never been more determined than now to make
time and distance.
She’d find a place to rest tonight, then she’d find a way to
go back in the morning and retrieve her phone. That was the only place she had
Gaige’s number and it was the only way Gaige had to reach her. Hopefully, her
attacker didn’t see the phone slide to its landing place. If the grunt she’d
heard from him was any indicator, he was in a fair amount of pain right now. But
she wasn’t going back there to look in case he had help. That would be
tomorrow’s task.
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Writing has
been a desire my whole life. Once I found the courage to write, life changed
for me in the most profound way. Bringing stories to readers that I’d enjoy
reading and creating characters that are flawed, but lovable is such a joy.
When not
writing, I’m with my family doing something fun. My husband, Gene, and I are
bikers and enjoy riding to new locations, meeting new people and generally
enjoying this fabulous country we live in.
I come from
a family of veterans. My grandfather, father, brother, two sons, and one
daughter-in-law are all veterans. Needless to say, I am proud to be an American
and proud of the service my amazing family has given. In trying to give back,
I’ve started a foundation, Authors4Veterans, with my friend and fellow author,
Stacey Joy Netzel. Our charities will rotate but will always support our
military and their families.
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While investigating her friend’s death she has attracted the attention of the wrong people and now she finds herself not only accused of murder but on the run as she has become the target of the people who committed the crime. She calls the one person who she knows can help her who just happens to be her deceased brother’s best friend and the guy she has had a crush on since she was a teenager.

Gaige has left the military and now manages GHOST. When he receives Sophie’s frantic phone call, he doesn’t hesitate to drop everything to help her as he has always had feelings for her, but will they be able to uncover the truth before it is too late?

This story takes us on a suspense filled adventure filled with twists, action and hot chemistry. This is the beginning of a new series and I look forward to stories about the other teammates.

 

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Secrets. Lies. A man. There’s always a man. And there’s always a truth to be told. 
I’m Hailey Anne Monroe. I’m twenty-eight years old. An artist, who found her muse on the canvas because I wasn’t allowed to have friends or even keep a journal. And yes, if you haven’t guessed by now, I’m that Hailey Anne Monroe, daughter to Thomas Frank Monroe, the man who was a half-percentage point from becoming President of the United States. If you were able to ask him, he’d probably tell you that I was the half point. But you can’t ask him, and he can’t tell you. He’s dead. They’re all dead and now I can speak.

“Can I join you?” he asks, motioning to the table.

There’s interest in his eyes, the kind a man has for a woman, but who knows, maybe it’s real or maybe it’s not real. Maybe he knows who I am and sees a path to power and fame. The way Tobey wanted me for money and power, right up until the moment I’d called his number aka his agenda; thus, he has not called me since I left. Maybe Harvard will lie even better than Tobey did. Maybe Harvard will at least kiss better than he did, and the lies would taste like temptation rather than convenience. At least then, if I’m used, I’ll enjoy being used.

Whatever the case, it’s clear I might actually be angry with Tobey and that aside, the interest that Harvard has shown in me, must be controlled before my Denver sanctuary is destroyed. “You can join me,” I say, “but only because I’m trying to save the rest of the place from the attorney in the house.”

I am pleased when Harvard laughs, where Tobey would have scowled, proving that Harvard has a sense of humor, which is rare for those in my life. I’ve barely completed this thought when he moves forward and claims the seat next to me, not across from me, settling his briefcase on that chair instead. In the process, his leg brushes my leg and for the briefest of moments, I’m transported back to the place that I’m now trying to forget: to Austin, to Drew’s leg next to mine, his wink, and I do now what I did then. I jerk back. If Harvard notices he doesn’t react. “Since we haven’t been formally introduced,” he says, resting his naked hands on the table. “I’m Logan. Logan Casey.”

“Logan Casey,” I repeat trying to ground myself in the present, at least for now, but some part of me is still swimming in that memory, which naturally has me wondering if this man is a shark in the water around me. “Two first names,” I add. “Sounds like your parents fought over who got to pick your first name. Did they draw straws for which choice became your middle name?”

“You’re actually right on target,” he says, laughing again, and it’s a nice, masculine laugh, and oddly this thought feels familiar while Logan does not. “No one has ever guessed that,” he adds. “My mother won the name war. The women always win. Speaking of names. Do you have one?”

“Hailey Anne Pitt,” I say, “and in my house, my father won the name war.” Because in my father’s world, I add silently, the women don’t win the wars. At least, not that he knows, not in an obvious way. I’ve learned this well.

“Well then, Hailey Anne Pitt,” he says, “what’s a Stanford girl like you, doing in a place like this? You’re a long way from school.”

I’m smacked in the face with a lesson I’ve long ago learned and forgotten with this man; strangers do not always remain strangers and all offhanded remarks can come back to haunt you. “That was a joke,” I say, shutting the door connected to my real life, and a path that leads to my father. “I hate attorneys, remember?”

He narrows his eyes on me, and for no reason other than instinct, I believe he’s looking for a lie that he won’t find. I’m simply too well-taught from birth, too skilled at being more than one person to allow such a detection. Well that, and the fact that I really do hate attorneys, which is why I’ll be a good one.

“That was a joke?” he confirms.

“Yes,” I say. “Are you amused?”

“Yes, actually. I am. What does a lawyer-hating smart ass like yourself do for a living?”

“When not busy taunting those who went to law school,” I say. “I’m an aspiring artist.” Both honest answers, if you put a “was” in front of the “aspiring artist” which I’d thought that I’d come to terms with, but the knot in my stomach says I have not.

Logan motions toward the art room. “Your career explains why you ended up here.”

“I guess it does,” I say, as this place serves me well to reconnecting to the Pitt part of my life, which is a place I really need to be right now, for all kinds of reasons.

“Are you good?” Logan asks, as if he’s read my mind.

My father’s words answer him in my head. Art is useless unless you’re famous, he used to say often, because of course, it was inconceivable that I might be good enough to be famous. “Art is like movies and food,” I say, shoving aside that bad memory. “Good is subjective.” I don’t give him time to reply. I ping the conversation back toward him. “What kind of law do you practice?”

“Corporate,” he says, and this time he pings back to me. “Do you live in the neighborhood?”

“Yes,” I say simply. “Do you?”

“I bought a building a few years ago where I live and work which means this is my home turf, and why I know you’re new here.”

“I am,” I say and since he’s clearly going to ask for details, I quickly preempt with an on-the-fly story. Actually, it’s the suggested story, Rudolf included in my file. “I came here for a job, and my new boss owns a house he’s rented to me for dirt cheap.”

“And what does an artist do but create art for a living?”

“I’m working for a private art acquisitions firm. I now hunt for treasures for a living.” This lie is actually my dream job that I’ve never been allowed to entertain.

The horror flick loving waitress delivers my coffee and brownie. “Thank you,” I say, because every politician’s daughter has manners beaten into her.

“No problem,” she says, “but if you come to your senses and want a better version of that coffee, just shout.” She eyes Logan. “I already know you want a crappy tasting coffee, on endless pour and a chocolate chip cookie. Coming right up.”

“Thanks, Megan,” he says, giving her a wink that I don’t classify as flirtatious, just friendly, and Megan is gone.

“Obviously you’re a regular,” I comment, “and they even like you.”

“And they like me,” he confirms, “despite knowing I’m an attorney.

“Because you’re good looking and use it to your advantage.”

He arches a brow. “You think I’m good looking, do you?”

“Oh, come on,” I say, crinkling my nose. “Everyone thinks you’re good looking. I’m simply stating a fact. We use what we have and those of us that are smart, know what we have.” I move on from what is really quite inconsequential. “Why work here, not at home, or in the office?”

“I find I get a lot of work done with a cookie, coffee, and no access to streaming television,” he explains.

No one in my D.C. crowd would make an admission of being human and distractible. Some people in my situation might take comfort in that fact, but I don’t. Logan’s an attorney, and my gut, which I’ll confirm with research, says he’s a powerful one, the kind that radiates toward my father. Maybe that’s a coincidence and maybe it’s not. Maybe he’s testing how well I execute my cover story. The possibilities are many. Though in all fairness to Logan, perhaps I’d lean toward his innocence, if not for the laundry list of recent events such as Tobey being gay and the FBI agent, who is likely working for my father, that I slept with to prove I was a) still desirable and b) not a killer.

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones is the author of the highly acclaimed INSIDE OUT series.
In addition to the success of Lisa’s INSIDE OUT series, she has published many successful titles. The TALL, DARK AND DEADLY series and THE SECRET LIFE OF AMY BENSEN series, both spent several months on a combination of the New York Times and USA Today bestselling lists. Lisa is also the author of the bestselling WHITE LIES and LILAH LOVE series.
Prior to publishing Lisa owned multi-state staffing agency that was recognized many times by The Austin Business Journal and also praised by the Dallas Women’s Magazine. In 1998 Lisa was listed as the #7 growing women owned business in Entrepreneur Magazine.

 

 

Title: Royal Catch

Series: The Rourkes #1

Author: Kylie Gilmore
Genre: Steamy Romantic Comedy
Release Date: May 14, 2019

 

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A gruff
prince in need of a wife
A
commoner impersonating a princess
And a
bridal competition gone terribly awry…
Gabriel
I am the
crown prince of Villroy, heir to a kingdom, bound by duty to marry and produce
an heir.
I expected
a quiet arrangement through royal channels, instead I got a palace full of
women vying for my hand. And how do they “win” this barbaric game set up by my
crafty mother? By figuring out how to save the kingdom’s faltering economy
through a series of challenges. This undignified circus is beneath a man of my
stature! Proof being that a saucy, ill-mannered woman wearing body-hugging
clothes is in the lead. I could never love someone like that, let alone marry
her.
Anna
The plan
sounded simple.
I pose as
my friend, pick up her inheritance, and return with the cash to keep her out of
jail. (Apparently, being a princess in hiding is no excuse for identity theft.)
So, yeah, I’m not exactly royal. I’m an orphan, a self-made woman, and proud of
it. Suddenly I’m in a battle royale with a bunch of crazy competitive women for
“riches beyond our dreams.” I’m in a time crunch, which means I need to win
this competition fast. Only, that means winning over the judge; the smoldering
hot grim-faced Gabriel. And now I find myself wanting to compete for more than
just the money. But could a royal prince ever fall for a commoner like me?

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Anna’s attempts to help out her friend Polly, who is a princess, has sent her to Villoy to collect her inheritance while pretending to be her. The situation takes a U-turn when she finds out that she is in a competition with nine other princesses where the winner takes all and the prize is not only financial but Prince Gabriel as well.

Gabriel is less than impressed when he finds out what the Royal family has planned for him but his love for them and his country convinces him to follow through. When he sees Anna, he is intrigued by the woman who is the clear leader in the competition but so very unsuitable for him. Let the games begin!

Fun and flirty these two couldn’t be more different or more perfect for each other. While Gabriel is proper and conscious of how his every move garners attention Anna is fun and feisty and brings out a different side to Gabriel. This is the beginning of a new series that leaves us wanting more of this royal family.

 

Today we have the release blitz for HOLD ME CLOSE by Shannyn Schroeder! I am so excited to share this sexy new romance with you—check out the release festivities and be sure to grab your copy today!

Title: HOLD ME CLOSE

Author: Shannyn Schroeder

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Series: O’Leary’s, Book 6

About Hold Me Close:

Taming a spirited, fun-loving O’Leary may be harder than he realized…

 

After more than a year in Ireland, Maggie O’Leary is finally coming back to Chicago with a plan for her future. Confronting the tragedy that destroyed her is her first step. But to do that, she needs to work in her family’s bar–something her family doesn’t want. Luckily, her best friend, Shane Callahan, is her biggest support–and lovable in a way she doesn’t remember.

 

Determined to protect Maggie, Shane refuses to leave the bar when she’s working late. And when Maggie boldly tells him that she wants him to help her conquer her final fear—sex—Shane knows a single night together won’t be possible. The idea of a spirited Maggie in his bed is everything, but will she believe he wants her heart too?

 

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Maggie stared out the window as Shane took streets through the city to get her to her mom’s house. Asking him to pick her up had been a good choice. She could’ve asked Moira, but her sister would try to talk her out of her plan. Shane was the best listener she’d ever known. He’d proven it again today. The guy even remembered the name of her therapist. Who did that?

Shane. Always Shane. He’d been there for her through the good and the really, really bad. Even when it was hard, and she’d tried to push him away because she didn’t think she could be around any guy after being raped, he stayed. Not in an obnoxious I know what’s best for you way, but in an I care about you way. Without him, she probably never would have had the guts to travel.

After he pulled up in front of her mom’s house, he put the truck in park but didn’t turn off the ignition.

“Coming in?”

He let out a small chuckle. “You decided to come home without telling your family. Then you had me pick you up from the airport. They’re going to have plenty to say, and I don’t want to be caught in the crossfire. I think I’ll head home.”

“Chicken.”

“Smart.”

“Whatever.” She yanked on the handle and jumped from the cab.

Shane met her and grabbed her suitcase. After setting it on the curb at her feet, he held her hand. “I’m glad you’re finally home.”

“You’re gonna get sick of me.”

“Never.” He slammed the door. “Give me a call if you want to get together later.”

“My family will probably fill my night. And then some. I’ll call when I need to escape.” She hefted the bag and stared at the front door. Although she knew Shane had gotten back behind the wheel, the truck didn’t move.

Of course he’d wait for her to go inside. She waved at Shane and walked up the steps. The last time she’d made this trip, she entered a living room filled with her siblings all crying. Their mother had had a heart attack and was in the hospital. The whole episode made Maggie realize how much she was missing. Not just for herself, but with her family.

As the youngest, she’d always been able to count on having her family there. It had never occurred to her that at some point they might not be. She turned the knob on the door and found resistance. She fished out her keys and let herself in.

With the door closed at her back she paused and took a slow inhale. No dinner smells. And quiet. She couldn’t remember a time when home was quiet.

“Mom?” she called, hoping her mom was there.

“What? Who is it?”

A relieved sigh joined the smile on her face. “It’s me, Maggie.”

She turned the corner and walked through the living room and dining room. Her mother stood at the door to the kitchen. The teacup in her hand shook. Maybe a surprise homecoming wasn’t the best idea.

“What’s wrong?” Eileen asked.

“Nothing. I’m home. For good.”

Her mom set her tea on the table. “When did this come about? And without so much as a phone call.”

Maggie hugged her mom and breathed in the scents of Jean Naté cologne and Estée Lauder makeup. Mom gave her a quick pat on the back.

“How do you feel?” she asked Eileen.

“Fine. Same as I have been every time you’ve asked. I’ve had enough of the coddling.” She took up her cup again and sipped before sitting at the dining room table.

 

About Shannyn Schroeder:

Shannyn Schroeder is the author of the O’Leary series and the For Your Love series, contemporary romances centered around large Irish-American families in Chicago and the Hot & Nerdy series about nerdy friends finding love. Look for her new series – The Dating Challenge in 2019. When she’s not wrangling her three kids or writing, she watches a ton of TV and loves to bake cookies.

 

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Book: Smoke by Gemma Weir (#5 in the Archer’s Creek Series) 

Genre: Series-interconnected stand-alone contemporary MC Romance 

Release Date: 13th June 2019 


 




 


 

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Synopsis: 


 

Smoke 


 

I know women. I love them and they love me. 


 

I don’t chase them; they line up and I pick out whichever takes my fancy. 


 

Only now there’s her. 


 

She’s unimpressed, disinterested. She’s different and I can’t look away. 


 

I don’t understand her, but I need to make her look. I need to make her see me and then never look away again. 


 

Sometimes the things that don’t come easily are the things that we should fight the hardest for, and with Riley I’m in for the fight of my life 


 

  


 

Riley 


 

I’ve been hurt and my heart’s still bruised. 


 

I know who Smoke is. I’ve seen it all before, the arrogant ‘king of the world’ attitude. 


 

So I’m mean, cold, and harsh because offense is the best defense when it comes to protecting myself. 


 

Only what if he’s not who I think he is? 


 

I don’t want to want him, but I just can’t help myself, and sometimes what we shouldn’t want is exactly what we need. 



 

Meet the Author
 
Gemma Weir is a half crazed stay at home mom to three kids, one man child and a hell hound. She has lived in the midlands, in the UK her whole life and has wanted to write a book since she was a child. Gemma has a ridiculously dirty mind and loves her book boyfriends to be big, tattooed alpha males. She’s a reader first and foremost and she loves her romance to come with a happy ending and lots of sexy sex.
 

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