Wednesday, May 30, 2018

A Standalone Second Chance Romance Novel
By: #1 NY Times Best Selling Author, Vi Keeland
RELEASE DATE: Monday, July 23, 2018

It was just a typical Monday.

Until the big boss asked me to make the pitch for a prospective new client.

After two years on shaky ground at work because of my screw up, an opportunity to impress the senior partners was just what I needed.

Or so I thought…

Until I walked into the conference room and collided with the man I was supposed to pitch.

My coffee spilled, my files tumbled to the ground, and I almost lost my balance.

And that was the good part of my day.

Because the gorgeous man crouched down and looking at me like he wanted to eat me alive, was none other than my ex, Gray Westbrook.

A man who I’d only just begun to move on from.

A man who my heart despised—yet my body obviously still had other ideas about.

A man who was as charismatic and confident as he was sexy.

Somehow, I managed to make it through my presentation ignoring his intense stare.

Although it was impossible to ignore all the dirty things he whispered into my ear right after I was done.

But there was no way I was giving him another chance, especially now that he was a client…was there?


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Vi Keeland is a #1 New York Times, #1 Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author. With millions of books sold, her titles have appeared in over ninety Bestseller lists and are currently translated in twenty languages. She resides in New York with her husband and their three children where she is living out her own happily ever after with the boy she met at age six.

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Title: GENT
Author: Harloe Rae
Genre: New Adult Romance

Release Date: May 30, 2018


Raven Elliot blasts
into town like a wrecking ball—striking and devastating.

With a few simple words, my reliable routine crumbles to dust.

“Is this seat

I could close my
eyes and let her voice wrap around me like a lover’s caress.
But this isn’t that kind of story.
And I’m sure as hell not that kind of man.

She hovers in my
space, batting her lashes and smiling shyly.
The glimmer in her sapphire eyes is a promise of peace.
But I’m not falling for it.
And Raven doesn't take the hint.

What starts as a
battle of wills, explodes into a turf war.
She stands directly in my path everywhere I turn.
No matter how hard I shove, she won’t budge.
Raven seems dead set on driving me insane.
But I was here first.
And I’m not going down easy.

After all, no one
ever taught me how to treat a lady.

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She holds
up her hand like a stop sign and for some reason, having her interrupt doesn’t
bother me.
“Did you just
babe me?” Her question is all sass.
“Sure did,
sweetheart. Call ‘em like I see ‘em. Don’t pretend to be offended. We both know
why you’re over here talking to me.”
Her face
turns an adorable shade of pink. “First, stop with the nicknames. Second, are you
for real? What the hell is wrong with you?”
“I don’t
see any issue. You’re the one disrupting my quiet evening.”
“What the…
I mean, seriously? I want to sit down and this is the only available spot. You
honestly think I came over here to hit on you?”
ridiculous question doesn’t deserve a response. My glare matches hers as I
silently explain my opinion on the matter. My expression must tell her
everything she needs to know.
you’re an asshole.”
“You’re the
third woman to call me that tonight. Be careful, I might get a complex.”
“Aw, poor
baby. I’d hate to dent your fragile ego,” she snips with a curl in her lip.
nothing fragile about me. Don’t worry. I’m hard and solid. Wanna feel?” I ask
and pat my abs.
She nods to
my hands. “No, thanks. I’d hate for you to rub off on me.”
“Does the
grease under my nails bother you? Princess is afraid of getting a little
“Do you get
a rise out of being mean?”
I lean
against the bar and cross my arms. “I don’t get many complaints. You’re not
from around here, so I’ll fill you in—the ladies love me.”
sure I saw Barbie McCleveage storm off after chatting with you. She didn’t look
too satisfied.”
“Now who’s
using nicknames? Jealous much?”
she huffs.  
I smirk
before checking out her rack, being extremely obvious about it. Pushing her
buttons takes away the tension from earlier, replacing it with a surprising
ease. Fighting with her is the most nonsexual fun I’ve had with a woman in a
long time. Wonder how she’d react if I called her ma’am.
“All right,
all right. You’ve broken me down. I was set on not having any company tonight,
but for you, I’ll make an exception. If you insist on standing here, blabbing
away, I’ve got far better uses for that luscious mouth. My place isn’t too far
away,” I suggest while waggling my brows. My behavior is over the top, but what
can I say? She’s bringing out the best in me.
Her lips
part in shock. This stranger just stares at me, and I’m sure she’s about to
turn away… or slap me. Either way, mission accomplished.
But this
chick is full of surprises.

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Harloe Rae
is a Minnesota gal with a serious addiction to romance. She’s always chasing an
epic happily ever after.

When she’s
not buried in the writing cave, Harloe can be found hanging with her hubby and
son. If the weather permits, she loves being lakeside or out in the country
with her horses.

Harloe is
the author of Redefining Us, Forget You Not, Watch Me Follow, and GENT. These
titles are available on Amazon.

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Tuesday, May 29, 2018

Title: Sin
Series: Sin Duet #1
Authors: M. Malone & Nana Malone
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 29, 2018


I’m a bodyguard. I walk softly and carry a

Too bad I have no idea how to use it.

I know what you’re thinking. How the hell do you end up a virgin when you live
in a city known for easy access?

But my focus is protecting the women of New York...not fulfilling my every

Then I meet her.

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M. Malone

NYT & USA Today bestselling author M. Malone lives in
the Washington, DC metro area with her husband and their two sons. She holds a
master's degree in Business from a prestigious college that would no doubt be
scandalized by how she's using her expensive education.

Independently published, she has sold more than 1/2 million
ebooks in her two series, THE ALEXANDERS and BLUE-COLLAR BILLIONAIRES. Since
starting her indie journey in 2011 with the runaway bestselling novella
"Teasing Trent," her work has appeared on the New York Times and USA
Today bestseller lists more than a dozen times.

She's now a full-time writer and spends 99.8% of her time in
her pajamas.

Nana Malone

USA Today bestselling author Nana Malone's love of all
things romance and adventure started with a tattered romantic suspense novel
she "borrowed" from her cousin.

It was a sultry summer afternoon in Ghana, and Nana was a
precocious thirteen. She's been in love with kick-butt heroines ever since.
With her overactive imagination constantly channeling her inner Buffy, it was
only a matter a time before she started creating her own characters.

While she waits for her chance at a job as a ninja assassin,
Nana works out her drama, passion and sass with fictional characters every bit
as brazen and kick-butt as she thinks she is.

Title: Chevelle

An Oath Keepers MC Standalone
Author: Sapphire Knight
Genre: Romantic Suspense

Release Date: May 29, 2018


She was just a job.
I needed to get in and uncover the Iron Fists’ next move.
They’d hit the Oath Keepers enough in the past, and being the newest member, it
was up to me to get close. Had I known I’d be getting close to Chevelle, maybe
I could’ve prepared myself. I went in seeking revenge and came out wanting to
protect one thing—her. 

Running The Pit was my life. 
I needed nothing and no one except my cars and a
heart-thumping race. Gear head, Pit Master, alpha bitch, take your pick on what
you’d rather call me. However, make note of one thing: I take shit from no one.
Not even a broody, bossy, gorgeous biker aiming for my race spot and heart.

*Warning- this book is panty melting hottttttt!* 

No Cheating 

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Hands Up – NF
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Natural Blues – Moby
Wolves – Selena Gomez, Marshmello
Real – NF
Hash Pipe – Weezer
Till It’s Gone – Yelawolf
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You’re Special – NF
Tattooed In Reverse – Marilyn Manson
I Don’t Like The Drugs – Marilyn Manson
Daylight – Yelawolf
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Title: Dirty Player: A Hockey Romance
Author: Mira Lyn Kelly
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 29, 2018


He’ll play dirty to get his girl

“Fun, addictive,
and outrageously sexy! Dirty Player brought all the feels and left me panting
for more!”—Annika Martin, New York Times Bestselling Author

It started as a joke…
A throw away promise between friends.
A dare for a single kiss at our reunion and nothing more.

But that kiss… 
That kiss was no joking matter.
It was hot and wet.
A hands-everywhere, breathless kind of insanity that left us both teetering on
the brink.

She’s got rules about dating guys like me… 
Rules I respect the hell out of when they apply to any other pro athlete.
But as they apply to me? Well, those rules are about to be broken.

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I don’t
want to talk about that look. In
fact, up until ten seconds ago, I’d been doing a bang-up job of ensuring we
haven’t had the opportunity to discuss it all evening. It’s a big ballroom, and
if Greg happened to be at the north end, I managed to stay south. The few times
I couldn’t stop our paths from crossing, I made sure to pull someone, anyone, along with me, thus ensuring
the conversation stayed far, far away from the look that got away from
Until now,
it had been working. Unfortunately, my conversation buffer just saw her fiancé
come in, and the little traitor sprinted off, leaving me staring up at Greg.
Nothing to distract me from this gorgeous man in his tuxedo and the trouble I’m
having keeping my eyes to myself.
surrounded by good-looking men on a regular basis, and it never gets to me. But
with Greg, I can barely breathe. I can hardly look at him without heat spilling
into my cheeks, and as to tearing my eyes away? Forget it.
Which is
crazy. I’m not fifteen. This isn’t my first crush.
It’s not a
crush at all.
It’s Greg,
one of my oldest friends and the guy I just promised I wouldn’t objectify
tonight. We’re friends. Just friends.
With no
more hookups between us.
No more
No more
I shake my
head, mentally amending the no-more-flirting clause, because this is Greg. Flirting is like breathing
for him—an involuntary response, and one I sort of cherish.
But no more staring!
“Thought we
discussed you avoiding me,” he says.
Don’t look
at him. Don’t look at him. Don’t—
God, he’s so handsome it hurts.
A waiter
passes by, and I swipe a glass of white wine from his tray. “I’
m not.
He lets out
a low laugh that slides right through to the deepest parts of me.
“Glad to
hear it.” He steps closer, ducking his head so his next words are directed at
me and me alone. We’re standing in the middle of hundreds of people, but when
his eyes are on me like that, a glint of amusement edging a more serious
intent, it feels like we’re alone. “Should we discuss that look?”
My cheeks
burn hotter, and I toss back half my glass in one swallow. “It was just one
I’m such a
He laughs
again, letting up on the eye contact as he surveys the crowd. “There’s that just
word again. I’m starting to think maybe you don’t think it means what it really
means. And P.S. … it wasn’t just one.”
Geeze. This
guy. “
Greg, we’re past it. Everything is fine.”
So long as
I don’t look at any part of him for more than a fraction of a second, we’re
totally good.
No. But I’m
subscribing to the fake-it-’til-you-make-it school of thought here.
He rolls
his shoulder in my peripheral vision. “Well, that’
s a relief.
It’s definitely good. Right? I hazard another look at his face. “But out of
curiosity, can I ask why?”
The corner
of his mouth curves, and I feel the tug of it all the way through me.
“Because if
you weren’t past it—if, for example, another one of those rogue looks
got away from you while we were in the midst of this crowd—I could see where
that might be a problem.”
I force
myself to focus on the orchestra set up across the room. Only Greg isn’t done.
“But even
if by some miracle they don’t catch the look in your eyes, and I
do… then we’d have to worry about them seeing the look in mine.
The one that says it’s only going to be a matter of seconds before I’ve got one
hand in your hair and the other finding out what’s under that incredible
I try to
swallow, but my throat makes a dry clicking sound, so I drain my glass.
Taking the
empty from my hand, Greg returns it to a passing waiter.
amused, the sexy jerk. He knew exactly what kind of effect that casual
reference to getting under my dress would have.
“Good thing
there’s zero chance of another one of those looks getting away from me. Ever.”
Okay, ever
is probably a stretch, but he doesn’t have to snort about it. Cocky bastard.
I should
let it go. Let him have his little laugh.
Taking the
drink from his hand, I tap my index finger against the condensation-covered
glass before bringing it to my lips. Club soda and lime.
It’s not
strong enough to justify what blurts past my lips, but I can’t stop myself. “So
you don’t need to give what kind of tiny and
delicate I’ve got going on under this dress another
His body
stiffens, and his eyes cut to my chest. He’s built like a superhero, but
despite his apparent laser focus, I’m pretty sure he doesn’t actually have
X-ray vision.
All I
wanted was the satisfaction of seeing him squirm. Maybe to gloat a little.
But neither
one of us is the type to relinquish a win so easily.
you’re going to have to be careful. Tiny and delicate sounds like it might not
survive these rough hands of mine.”
My breath
catches as need spears through me, and my center goes hot and liquid.
I open my
mouth, wanting to say something sharp that puts him in his place. But I can’t
make a sound. I can’t think about anything but the snap of elastic and my
panties falling apart in his big… rough… hands.
Greg seems
to be waiting for the comeback that isn’t coming too.
The seconds
stretch and pull.
Our eyes
meet and, suddenly, that smug satisfaction washes clean off his face as his
nostrils flare and his eyes turn to midnight. I’m pretty sure this is the look
he warned me about.
“Aww, fuck.
Now you’
ve done it, Jules.
I take a
shaky breath. “I know.”

Author Bio

Hard core
romantic, stress baker, and housekeeper non-extraordinaire, Mira Lyn Kelly is
the USA TODAY bestselling author of more than a dozen sizzly love stories with
over a million readers worldwide. Growing up in the Chicago area, she earned
her degree in Fine Arts from Loyola University and met the love of her life
while studying abroad in Rome, Italy… only to discover he’d been living right
around the corner from her back home. Having spent her twenties working and
playing in the Windy City, she’s now settled with her husband in rural
Minnesota, where their four amazing children and two ridiculous dogs provide an
excess of action and entertainment. When she isn’t reading, writing, or running
the kids around, she loves watching the Chicago Blackhawks and action/adventure
movies, blabbing with the girls, and cooking with her husband and friends.

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