The money, excitement, and glory of being a professional hockey player meant more to me than a family, a home, and a forever. Another man has my forever, and I have hockey. I thought making the big bucks and playing against the best in the world would feel better than this. Instead I’m empty and hollow, like a big piece of my heart was hacked off. There’s something missing. Something big. Something I can never get back.
Caroline:
I loved him, but he wasn’t the love of my life.
My husband died too young, too suddenly, too tragically. I was unprepared with no education, no job skills, and no future plans. When a DNA test reveals my twins’ true parentage, I have no choice but to do the right thing. I turn to the one man who’d turned his back on me all those years ago.
I’d been shutout from his life, and I’d shut him out from mine. Can two strangers make a family? Do we have what it takes to forgive and move on?
I was there to make sure my brothers didn’t screw up a rescue mission. The moment I heard her cries and witnessed her fight to live her fate was sealed. She wasn’t who we were here for, but God save the soul of the man who dared put his hands on my woman. I never think twice, I act on instinct.⠀
I never planned on settling down, but as soon as I saw her, I knew I’d do anything to make her mine. No one will come between us, not even the monster who brought her into my world. The thing about finding your forever, there’s always someone dying to take it away.⠀
Lana⠀
I prayed for God to send me a savior. When I gave up hope, he sent me an angel covered in tattoos and leather. He’s a bad boy that’s twice my age and the only man who can give me what I’ve never had.⠀
He saved me once, will he be able to do it again?⠀
PRINCE is book 4 in the Steel Daggers MC series. This is a safe MC novella with a guaranteed HEA. Each book in the series is about a different couple. While you don’t have to read the previous books in the series to enjoy this one, I suggest reading them in order.⠀
Dear Ida, Never in a million years did I think I’d turn to an advice column for help, but I’m stuck. Moving to New York is my dream come true, but the big city is a tough place to navigate for a small-town, southern girl like me. Luckily, fate sent me my very own knight in shining armor. Only Whitaker Aldrich didn’t ride in on his white steed to save me. He picked me up on his Harley Davidson, wearing a leather jacket and sporting a cocky smirk that doesn’t bode well for my man free diet. He screams one-night stand. But there’s so much more to him than that bad boy billionaire persona. He’s thoughtful and kind and his six-year-old son is his entire world. That twinkle in his brilliant green eyes makes me weak in the knees and I’m terrified that I won’t be able to protect my already bruised heart. I should probably say no when he asks me to be his nanny, right? Yeah, getting involved with Whit would be a huge mistake. I should definitely say no. Maybe… Possibly? Help! Yours truly, The Billionaire’s Babysitter
One boy looking for salvation. One girl yearning for hope.
Colton Caldwell is hotter than I remember—broad chest, muscles in all the right places, wavy brown hair, and eyes that suck me in.
All private-school perfection.
Pity he can’t drive worth a damn.
He hit me with his truck, just backed out without looking, leaving me bruised, aching… and well aware of him.
But things have changed since he left. A lot of things.
He’s no longer the budding football star, and I’m no longer the gawky kid he never noticed.
We have one thing in common now… our tortured past.
When I witness a fight between Colton and his dad, I realize just how much we’re alike.
The only problem is, he doesn’t seem to think so. But as the darkness we try to leave behind pushes us together…
We realize one thing is certain.
Yesterday is gone.
Tomorrow isn’t given.
So what if we live today as if it’s our last?
Crazy For You is a standalone boy next door romance with a happily ever after and is suited for mature audiences.
I jolted upright, my head spinning like a merry-go-round on steroids. I grabbed my temples, wincing and moaning.
Where the heck am I? I blinked several times to orient myself. The opulent room with light-blue walls, expensive watercolor art, and luxurious furniture was definitely not my room.
I swished saliva around in my parched mouth. I felt as though I’d eaten a mouthful of sand. Maybe I had. I dipped into my memory bank as I slowly turned my head to the left, careful not to make my brain slosh around more than it already was.
When my gaze landed on the bare, muscled back of the person beside me, I flew off the mattress. I didn’t have to see his face to know Colton was sprawled out. His hair gave him away.
In true Skyler fashion, I tripped over a shoe and stumbled, catching myself before I face-planted into a very rich-looking fabric chair. My arms took the brunt of the impact, and I couldn’t help but moan until something far worse than falling registered in my foggy mind.
I glanced down at my body and released a loud noise that was more like a grunt than a sigh. Thank heavens I was still wearing my clothes.
I straightened my spine as another horror froze me to the spot near the floor-to-ceiling shutters. I didn’t have to check the time to know it was morning or maybe afternoon. Rays of light snuck through a few of the slats on the shutters, which weren’t closed completely.
I was in huge trouble. Dad was probably freaking out.
I patted my pockets for my phone. No luck. I briefly closed my eyes.
Think, Skyler.
I retraced my steps. I’d had it when I’d gotten into the scuffle with Amanda. Maybe it had fallen out of my pocket when she tripped me. Or when I pushed her. Things had blurred when Colton blocked her from me as if protecting his true love.
I gritted my teeth as that irritating jealousy sloshed around in my stomach. I took another look at the guy who was making my knees weak. His hands were tucked neatly under the pillow, and his head was turned toward the door.
I started to hyperventilate. I still had my clothes on, unlike him. He was sprawled out in red boxer briefs and nothing else.
I wasn’t complaining. I drank him in from head to toe, my gaze stopping to admire his toned butt and thick thighs.
Focus, girl. Find your phone, then get the hell out before he wakes up.
It was hard to get my legs into gear. My head was spinning and my stomach was ready to protest. Damn vodka.
I couldn’t worry about that. I needed a bottle of mouthwash before walking into my house.
Maybe my phone had fallen out while I was sleeping. Ha, sleeping? More like passed out cold. I was usually a light sleeper.
I tiptoed over to my side of the bed and started to feel around, careful not to disturb the sleeping giant. I would lose the contents of my stomach if he woke up. I probably looked like death. On that thought, I swiped a finger underneath my eye to clear away the mascara that I was certain was smudged.
Georgia had made up my face before the party. I’d kept telling her I didn’t want too much makeup on. Most of the time, I hardly wore any. But my BFF hadn’t listened.
“I’m giving you the smoky look,” she’d said. “Guys like that.”
My breathing was somewhat labored as I checked under the pillow I’d been sleeping on.
Just as I felt around, Colton stirred, moaning.
I slapped a hand over my mouth.
He turned his head and the blood drained from me. Then his eyes opened lazily, his long lashes fluttering as he pinned me with a hooded but blank expression.
I held my breath, something I was doing quite a lot when I was around him.
He sized me up, licking his lips like he was hungry.
I gulped as my stomach twisted, setting me off balance and making me lightheaded. I lowered my hand, releasing the air in my lungs.
He watched as I searched for words. The throbbing shifted from my head to that sweet spot in between my legs. “What are you doing here?” I managed to ask in a smooth voice.
He gave me an easy grin. “I was sleeping. What are you doing?”
I wagged a finger between us. “We didn’t…” I couldn’t even say what I was thinking, although the fact that I still had my clothes on was a good indication that we hadn’t screwed each other’s brains out. That thought only served to make the butterflies come alive again.
He studied me for the longest time with no indication of how he was feeling or if he was irritated, happy, annoyed, or whatever.
I stuck my hands on my hips. “Better yet, don’t answer that. Have you seen my phone?” My voice was getting stronger.
“No.” His freaking Southern drawl was even sexier in his sleepy voice.
Go, Skyler. Get out before you jump into bed with him.
We were in a stare-off, and the more he watched me, the more I was melting to the white carpeted floor.
I had so many questions, but I had to call Dad.
The thought of Dad fried the feelings thrumming through me. I became a madwoman, searching under the bed to find only dust bunnies. I spotted Colton’s heap of clothes near the nightstand and picked through the pile. For all I knew, he could’ve taken my phone.
Colton didn’t move anything but his head, watching me.
“You could get up and help me.” Frustration and panic overtook me. That sour feeling was back.
“Don’t think so,” he said as though in pain.
My nostrils flared as I sneered, when all I wanted to do was lock lips with him. “For real?” I clenched my teeth. “Where’s your phone?” It wasn’t in his jeans or anywhere I could find.
He adjusted his big body before he propped his head up with a hand.
My panic over a damn piece of technology subsided for the moment as my gaze took a lazy hike down his body, stopping to admire the bulge in his boxer briefs. A very big bulge.
Bestselling author S.B. Alexander writes paranormal, new adult, and young adult romance. Her writing is emotional, angsty, and character driven, and features hot heroes stealing hearts.
S.B. or Susan as she likes to be called is a navy veteran, former high school teacher, and former corporate sales executive. She’s a lover of sports, especially baseball, although nowadays you can find her on the golf course.
When she’s not writing, she’s a full-time caregiver to her soul mate of twenty-two years who got a bad deal in life when he was diagnosed with ALS. Her motto: “Life is too short to waste. So live every moment like it’s your last.”
I came to Las Vegas to escape my tumultuous home life and after years of hard work, gained a reputation as the unobtainable and illustrious Mistress Alexandria. I turned hardship and betrayal into success and built Club Perception into the most sought -after adult club in the city. From outward appearances, my life was filled with adoration and mystery, but behind closed doors, I was isolated and alone.
One night of vulnerability led me into his arms, and he left an indelible mark. He was quickly making a name for himself in the city of sin and as hard as I tried, I couldn’t resist his touch. We both had secrets we wished would stay buried, but Las Vegas, nothing stayed a secret forever.
Confronted on all sides with pain and deception, we had a choice to make. Walk away from each other and live an incomplete life or cling to each other, fighting the forces hell bent on destroying us both.
When the truth was finally revealed, would we come out the other side as winners or would we roll snake eyes and lose it all?
How much were we willing to bet to find the truth?
Altered Perception is an Amatory spin-off and is a complete standalone.
Originally published in the limited release Call My Bluff Anthology
My exciting vacation gets a little too exciting when my ship blows up, and my escape pod lands on an alien planet filled with a predator species. They’re barely civilized, not a translator chip in sight, and there’s no mistaking the way they drool when they stalk me.
I gravitate toward the one that could eat me whole in two bites, give or take. Impossibly huge, black hair, pale eyes. His follow-your-nose greeting makes me blush, but at least he seems to want to keep me safe.
But tribal law decrees I’m the prize in a series of deadly games. To claim me, he must win. If he loses, I’m food.
About Milana Jacks
Milana grew up with tales of water fairies that seduced men, vampires that seduced women, and Babaroga who’d come to take her away if she didn’t eat her bean soup. She writes dominant monsters and heroines who can handle their charming personalities from her home on Earth where she lives with her mate and their three little monsters. Her speciality is dystopian science fiction romance for grown ups.
Barbarian, loner, pagan…I’ve heard every label and then some. Here in Wintervale, Ireland, nature reigns supreme. It’s hunt or be hunted. Kill or be killed.
Don’t let the pretty name fool you, savagery lays just underneath the lush exterior. If I want something, I take it. No one dares deny me. No one asks questions.
Not until her.
She’s an interloper. An outcast here. With her lush curves, her prissy ways and her obscene American accent. She needs to pack up her tour bus, her guitars and her designer clothes and hightail it out of here before she gets hurt.
Savannah Star is a demi God in her country. But we don’t worship people here. She thinks just because she’s rich and famous, she’s right. That her ways are better. Out here, we’re more primitive. And she’s never going to tame me.
Ever.
The only thing I want from the stunning Savannah Starr is her body. Never her soul. It’s tainted with the dark colors of a world that I don’t believe in.
She wants me, and her decadent body begs me to take it all. Soon, her mouth will beg me, too. And I’ll give it to her.
Everything I have to give.
*****
SOLSTICE SONG is a full-length steamy romance novel from USA Today Bestselling Author, Colleen Charles, about strength, beauty, and how love prevails despite the collision of two completely different worlds. It can be read as a standalone.
A city boy in Australia’s outback? He won’t even last two weeks.
Pete is geeky-cute and sweet. He’s also way too young for me. But he’s so much like me too. He loves this desolate land, and he fits right in with station life. My family. Me.
There are a million reasons why we shouldn’t be together. But I keep forgetting them when he’s near.
If only he’d told me why he was really here…
Outback Treasure I is the first part of the Pearce Station duet. Pete and Scottie’s story concludes in Outback Treasure II.
About Ann Grech:
By day Ann Grech lives in the corporate world and can be found sitting behind a desk typing away at reports and papers or lecturing to a room full of students. She graduated with a PhD in 2016 and is now an over-qualified nerd. Glasses, briefcase, high heels and a pencil skirt, she’s got the librarian look nailed too. If only they knew! She swears like a sailor, so that’s got to be a hint. The other one was “the look” from her tattoo artist when she told him that she wanted her kids initials “B” and “J” tattooed on her foot. It took a second to register that it might be a bad idea.
She’s never entirely fit in and loves escaping into a book—whether it’s reading or writing one. But she’s found her tribe now and loves her MM book world family. She dislikes cooking, but loves eating, can’t figure out technology, but is addicted to it, and her guilty pleasure is Byron Bay Cookies. Oh and shoes. And lingerie. And maybe handbags too. Well, if we’re being honest, we’d probably have to add her library too given the state of her credit card every month (what can she say, she’s a bookworm at heart)!
In 2019 she was an Award-Winning Finalist in the Fiction: LGBTQ category of the 2019 Best Book Awards sponsored by American Book Fest for her story In Safe Arms.
She also publishes her raunchier short stories under her pen name, Olive Hiscock.
Ann loves chatting to people online, so if you’d like to keep up with what she’s got going on:
Roman Avdonin has heard it all. None of it stops him from crossing the line one more time. Sent to Chicago to answer for his wrongs, he’s an outsider beneath the cruel gazes of men who are nothing like his own. He should have minded his business and paid his dues—a better man would.
But then he laid eyes on her.
Karine Yazov.
She’s forbidden—already promised. Fragile in every way.
And he just can’t help himself.
Agreements like these? They can’t be undone.
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The Agreement is book 1 in The Darkest Lies Trilogy. It is a standalone trilogy; the books should be read in order.
ABOUT BETHANY-KRIS
The author of too many novels to count, Bethany-Kris is a Canadian, lover of much, and mother to four sons, a glaring of cats, and a pack of dogs. A small town in Eastern Canada where she was born and raised is where she has always called home. With her boys under her feet, a snuggling cat, barking dogs, and a spouse calling over his shoulder, she is nearly always writing something … when she can find the time.
