It’s not like I didn’t see it coming. From the moment I saw Juno, I knew. There was no loving her without loving danger.
Sal told me not to let her out of my sight, but I did. I told myself it would be okay. Even as I watched her wave to me from the ferry the last time I saw her. I could feel it, I could feel it in my chest, something was coming for us.
By the time Juno’s texts stopped, I had already called Sal and he told me what I needed to do. I knew he was right, but it didn’t make it any easier.
If I really wanted to find Juno, I needed to reach into my past.
The past was hell to me, and hell is a place I don’t like to revisit. But without those connections, finding Juno would be nearly impossible.
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, and I was well aware I was about to walk straight into the flames.
I prepared myself to do something I never thought I would do. To make a call I never imagined I’d be making. I searched carefully for the words I’d need to say.
Shilo West is the author of the High Stakes series. She loves to write mafia/billionaire adventure type romances. Lucky enough to live in Maui with her dog and fiancée, when she's not writing, she loves hanging out at the beach or hiking.
Sweater Weather [ swet-er weth-er]
Noun: A slang term meaning hockey season used exclusively by the Fulton University hockey team and their fans.
Saffron Briggs—Fulton University’s newest pitcher—hates me. I shouldn’t like that fact, but I do. Maybe too much. She claims I’m not her type, which is ridiculous. There’s a reason they call me Levi “Sexy” Sexton…I’m everyone’s type. And thanks to my dad, who just happens to be her softball coach, I’ll get my chance to thaw out the ice queen. I’m her new tutor, so she has no choice but to spend time with me. It may be Sweater Weather, but I’ll make time to show her what a god I am. On and off the ice.
Levi Sexton—captain of the FU hockey team and my new tutor—drives me crazy. The man has zero boundaries. He doesn’t care that I have a boyfriend, that I’m friends with his sisters or that I don’t like him. And I don’t. Not even a little. Not when he’s winking at me from the ice or when he’s telling me how good I look in his hockey sweater and especially not when he’s kissing me, which he absolutely should not be doing.
And definitely not when I find myself kissing him back.
I’m pretty sure Sweater Weather isn’t supposed to be this hot.
About the Author
Mandi BeckWriting stories that are sexy, sassy and a little bad assyUSA Today Bestselling Author, Mandi Beck has been an avidreader all of her life. A deep love for books always had her jottingdown little stories on napkins, notebooks, and her hand. As anadult she was further submerged into the book world throughbook clubs and the epicness of social media. It was then that shegraduated to writing her stories on her phone and then finally on aproper computer.A wife, mother to two rambunctious and somewhat rotten boys,and stepmom to two great girls away at college, she shares hertime with her husband in Chicago where she was born and raised.Mandi is a diehard hockey fan and blames the Blackhawks whenher deadlines are not met. Ask her who her favorite hockey playeris and she’ll tell you that he calls her...mom.
A PhD student who wants a recommendation, a scientist who needs an assistant, and a new product that will change people’s lives…if the two don’t kill each other first.
I, Sophie Carson, put my PhD in biochemistry on hold for my ex-husband. Now, nothing will stop me from getting what I want. That’s why I'm accepting a gig as a research assistant at a pharmaceutical company to earn points with my university and gain valuable experience. A win-win, right?
Only my new boss, Dr. Max Goodall, turns out to be the gorgeous guy with a panty-melting British accent I danced with and kissed at a bar. The worst part? He doesn’t remember me. Okay, I downplay my looks at work, but still…
Now, we’re stuck working together. Max is smart and sexy, but we clash over everything. And I mean everything. That doesn’t stop our chemistry from growing…exponentially.
We can’t react.
After my analysis, he’ll be poised for greatness, and I’ll get a glowing recommendation. How hard can ignoring our attraction and focusing only on the data be?
Hypothesis for Love is the first book in the Romancing the Geek series, a new steamy rom-com series set at a pharmaceutical company in Seattle, Washington. It features the enemies-to-lovers trope between a smart heroine who’s done with men, and her sexy, nerdy scientist boss, who needs his project to succeed…or he’ll be looking for a new job.
Emi Leon lives in Washington state and writes steamy rom-coms. She believes love and laughter go hand-in-hand. Nerdy and grumpy heroes are her favorites. The fact she married one has nothing to do with it. She's a STEM girl turned romance writer, who hangs out in coffee shops reading. Just look for the woman in smart girl glasses and ponytail with a steaming beverage in front of her, who may blush when she gets to the good parts (i.e. sexy times.) She thinks everyone needs a happily ever afters. And a dog. Oh, a cat, too!
Scandalous (adjective)- causing general public outrage by a perceived offense against morality or law.
My life has been a series of disappointments. That is until one of my social media posts goes viral, setting me up to be an influencer.
I love what I do. Especially when they pop up on my radar.
Their fans call them the United Nations.
I call them sin incarnate.
Santiago Garcia, Ezra Morgan, Drake Kennedy, and Liam Bennett have been the stars of my fantasies since I first laid eyes on them.
The more I get to know each of them, the further I fall into the wonderfully chaotic world they have weaved for me.
The only problem is, I cannot choose only one of them. I want them all.
I never meant to cause a scandal, but you know what they say though the best-laid plans aren't without obstacles.
Scandalous is a standalone why choose novel. That means our heroine will end up with four men who each love and care for her. Please also be sure to check our website for more information regarding triggers. This book features some spicier content that may be questionable for some. This book also contains MM elements.
Cala Riley, better known as Cala and Riley, are a pair of friends with a deep seated love of books and writing. Both Cala and Riley are happily married and each have children, Cala with the four-legged kind while Riley has a mixture of both two-legged and four. While they live apart, that does not affect their connection. They are the true definition of family. What started as an idea that quickly turned into a full-length book and a bond that will never end.
No one tells you how easy it is to die. Here one moment, gone the next.
All because I fell in love with Ethan Davis. He took everything from me.
After nearly a decade of hiding, Ethan stands before me, more handsome and dangerous than ever.
But this time, there is no escape—for either of us.
Ethan
I've heard people say they lived through hell.
They never met the devil who raised me—Marshall Davis.
He took my remorse. Trained me to be ruthless, feared by the most dangerous men.
I didn't understand what it meant to love. Until Jules.
She made me feel. Something I didn't believe my blackened soul was capable of.
When she was sentenced to burn, my humanity turned to dust with her.
**AUTHOR’S NOTE
Rezoned is a dark, (love-to) hate-to-love, second-chance, standalone novel and prequel to The Davis Order.
This book is intended for MATURE (18+) readers. Rezoned is labeled dark due to the themes that may be considered TRIGGERS for some. Reader discretion is advised.
Born and raised in Germany, Danah moved to the U.S., where she met her husband, eventually trading downtown Chicago’s city life for the northern Rockies.
She can be seen hanging with her twin girls and exploring the outdoors when she’s not arguing plot points with the characters in her head.
But it’s that exact passion which has originally produced The Dark Series and continues to keep her glued to her laptop, following her dreams.
I caress her legs, and kiss her inner
thigh, my eyes finding her eyes. “Ask me what I’m going to do to
you, Bella.”
“What are you going to do to me,
Tyler?”
“Lick your nipples.” My lips trail
up her leg, so very close to the place I know she wants me. “Lick
your clit.” She breathes out a shaky breath and I lick right where
I promise I would. She pants and I retreat, hands on her knees again.
“Lick every inch of you until you beg me to make you come.”
Her lashes lower. “I really thought
were in rush to be inside me.”
“I might even spank you,” I say.
Her eyes open. “Tyler,” she
murmurs. “I—”
“You what? I ask, easing closer to
her and feathering kisses up her leg.
She tilts her head back a moment, and
then grabs my arms, as if she anticipates where my attention may lead
next. “I don’t know,” she whispers.
“Let me help you figure it out.” I
drag my mouth to just above her sex and allow my breath to trickle
over her, and holy hell, my cock is so fucking hard it hurts.
She reaches for my hair, a sexy,
desperate little sound sliding from her lips, her hips lifting ever
so slightly in a plea for my mouth. I give her clit a lick. A small
one, a tease. She pants out my name, “Tyler, please,” and I
swear I feel my name on her lips like a stroke of her tongue on my
cock. Practiced control is all that saves me and the promise of her
satisfaction, but I don’t give her what she wants. Not yet.
My fingers slide along her sex, and I
glance up at her. “You’re wet, baby. I like it.”
New
York Times and USA Today bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones writes
dark, edgy fiction including the highly acclaimed INSIDE OUT series
and the upcoming, crime thriller The Poet. Suzanne Todd (producer of
Alice in Wonderland and Bad Mom's) on the INSIDE OUT series: Lisa has
created a beautiful, complicated, and sensual world that is filled
with intrigue and suspense.
Prior
to publishing Lisa owned a 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. She lives in
Colorado with her husband, a cat that talks too much, and a Golden
Retriever who is afraid of trash bags.
A bad boy who lives outside the law. A compassionate soul focused on helping others. Sometimes rules are meant to be broken... for love.
Blurb
Caden Helping my brother was my focus. He got into trouble and I’ve been using my skills in the ring to prevent loan sharks from breaking his kneecaps... or worse. Until I met Noah. He’s a good man who makes me want to be better. A man who doesn't lace up his gloves and step into underground rings. But I have one last fight coming. This time the stakes are higher than ever. What I have to do to save my brother could cost me the man I’m falling for.
Noah I should have walked away and never looked back when I first met the MMA fighter with honey-gold eyes. Yet Caden’s charms are too appealing to ignore. As a social worker it's important for me to keep my nose clean. And Caden is a red flag in every way. Still, he’s hot as sin and I can't seem to stay away. I’m taking a risk by opening myself up to him, but I'm convinced beneath that bad boy exterior beats the heart of a good man who is worth the fight.
Excerpt
I texted Austin that I was here and that he needed to get his skinny butt to the entrance.
I got back what looked like a seat assignment from him, but this place was a maze. There was a man nearby who looked like he knew his way around, or was someone that worked here. Even if he didn’t, he might know where the seats were. But my breath caught in my throat as I surveyed him: black pants, white shirt; tall, muscled; short, blackberry-colored hair and honey-gold eyes. On their own, his features were possessed by dozens, perhaps hundreds of other men, but there was a certain something about this particular man. He exuded an easy confidence, a sex appeal that drew me in. It had been years since I’d been in a serious relationship, months since I’d had sex, and looking at this guy made me seriously think, albeit fleetingly, that maybe I should put myself back out there and at least consider dating again.
I shook myself from the temporary brain paralysis the man had reduced me to.
“Pardon me, sir,” I said, “I haven’t been here in a long time; I’m trying to figure out where seat F3J is. Do you have any idea?”
He smiled down at me. I felt the caress of his gaze roaming over me, but not lingering too long in one spot, which took him out of the ‘creep’ category and put him into the ‘typical male’ category that he probably couldn’t help being in anyway. Not to put too fine a point on it, but I did have on my burgundy suit, which perfectly molded to my body.
Was he gay, or at least bisexual?
“F3J,” he repeated, smirking about something. “F3J…well, I might be able to help you hunt it down. Are you…here with someone?”
“I am,” I said. “Young guy, skinny, mixed.”
“Anything serious?” the man asked, casually—too casually.
I laughed. “Um…no, he’s my nephew.”
“Oh!” He wiped imaginary sweat off his forehead. “I see. That’s good.”
“Is it, now?”
“Well, see,” he said, “I figured there was no way I was lucky enough to meet a single guy in a place like this. I mean, what are the chances a man like you is unattached?”
Well, he answered my question. He was definitely gay or bisexual.
I pursed my lips and gave him the look I gave the kids that tried to bullshit me at work. “Oh, you’re a little slick. What, just because I’m here without a guy, I must be unattached?”
He shrugged. “Are you?”
“Here without a guy?”
“No, unattached.”
I made him wait a second. “Maybe I am.”
“Here’s the thing,” he said, leaning in a little bit. He smelled like a minty aftershave and sweat, the clean sweat of a man straight after a workout. “I figured any man who was with you wouldn’t stay behind if you left the house looking like that. I know I wouldn’t.”
“What, so he’d own me?” I wanted to be righteously angry, but it was hard. Those eyes…
“No,” the man said. “But he’d never miss a chance to be with you. I think you’d probably own him.”
“Oh, okay. Okay.” I nodded slowly, smiling now. “You’re slick and smooth at the same time. Listen, can you help me find my seat or not?”
“Is that an interview question?”
“I’m not taking applications.”
“Give me your phone number, and I’ll take you straight there.” He winked at me.
I almost did. It was fun, and it had been a long, long time since I’d been flirted with by anybody that wasn’t an inappropriately forward client. That happened plenty. This, though, was a bona fide stranger who didn’t know me from Adam, and seemed like he thought I was looking cute.
But, let’s be honest here; the little fantasy I had a few moments ago about putting myself out there was just that, a fantasy. I ate takeout every night for dinner. I ate most of my lunches at the office. I had heard about days off, and I vaguely remembered having them…or maybe I only dreamed about that once. That stack of case files on my desk? It hung around the back of my head like it had astral projected itself to follow me around the world outside my office.
It was a nice thought, but no, sir; the next date I had time to go on would be the one day off I would get between the day my office burned down and the day they relocated me to another one and printed out all my files again—thank God for the cloud.
“It’s not that easy,” I said with my own wink. “But good try. You’ve got real skills. I applaud your smoothness.” I stepped away from him. “I’ve got no time for guys who hit on guys for sport.”
He feigned a wound to the chest, but he was still smiling. “Fair enough,” he said. “I’ll keep that in mind, then. I’ll at least give you a hint, though.” He pointed toward the ring. “F stands for ‘floor’—your seat’s near the ring. Enjoy the fight!”
Yeah, I felt a little bad about being so hard on him, but you’ve got to shut all that down hard if you’re gonna shut it down at all. A man like that, yeah, okay, probably he’d be good for a short-term thing. I could admit that. All that muscle and sweat…
About the Author
Denver Shaw is a girl who enjoys the simple things in life: the first sip of coffee in the morning, the changing colors of sunset, and clothes fresh out of the dryer- although she doesn’t enjoy folding them. When she isn’t reading romance stories, she spends her time plotting and writing them.
