Friday, March 22, 2019








Title: Her Savage Mountain Daddy
A Blackthorn Mountain Men Series Standalone
Author: Madison Faye
Genre: Standalone Contemporary Romance

Cover Design: Coverl├╝v

Photo: Darren Birks

Models: Darren Birks & Jessica Avaline
Release Date: March 25, 2019





Blurb

It’s my job to protect her, my pleasure to possess her.
This little brat needs saving.
What she’ll get is a firm hand and a thick dose
of discipline.
What she’ll get is a daddy.

There are three simple rules to the job: protect, keep safe, keep professional. The Marines and then life as a street cop trained me for the first two.

She’s going to make me break the third.

Nina’s the sweet temptation I never saw coming. Innocent, untouched…and in a lot of trouble with some very, very bad men after witnessing a crime she wasn’t
supposed to see. Now, they want to hurt her. They want to take what’s mine.

…Like hell is that happening.

Protecting her is my job, but once I get my hands on those sweet, soft, college girl curves, I know
I’ll break every rule to keep her. Once I taste those lips as she begs me for more, and once I claim that innocence, there’ll be no going back.

They want her?
They’ll have to go through me.

Nina’s going to be my everything and my undoing. She’ll be my sweet ruin.

She’ll be mine.

And I’ll destroy anyone who tries to take her from me.


This is a standalone story. The books in Blackthorn Mountain Men series can be read in any order.

Please note: this
book was previously published as part of the USA Today bestselling “Daddy’s Demands” anthology. This newer version is approximately 40% longer, with
additional scenes and a brand new epilogue for the enjoyment of both new and
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Title: Mr. Fantasy
Author: Cambria Hebert
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: April 2, 2019




Blurb


Better than your reality…

A Caribbean island.
A rich CEO.
A woman thrown overboard.
A delicious one-night stand.
Want to know what happens next?

Find all the answers and more between the pages
of this sizzling standalone romance—Mr. Fantasy.

Mr. Fantasy is a standalone contemporary romance novel and contains an HEA.











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CHAPTER 1 + 2 of MR. FANTASY

1
Nora
“I can’t believe the week is almost over.” Val groaned, then consoled herself with a large gulp of the fruity cocktail sitting in front of her.
I sighed sadly, silently agreeing with her. Spring break needed to be a lot longer than
a week. Pretty soon, it would be back to work, back to classes… back to reality.
Reality sucked.
Especially when I gazed around this tropical resort and realized some people lived like this all the time.
“One week in paradise just isn’t enough,” I said out loud, playing with the pink umbrella perched in the coconut drink I held. Rotating the barstool, I spun to face the
turquoise water of the ocean and pure-white sand beneath it.
Grass umbrellas dotted the beach, and under them, people lounged and played. Beyond the beach, people also played in the water, running around in skimpy bikinis
and golden tans.
The breeze off the ocean blew through the tangled strands of my blond hair, and sand clung between my toes. Focusing past the shoreline, I gazed across the water, past
the floating cabanas, and out to a small island filled with palm trees.
“I’d like to see the guy who owns that island just once while we’re here.” My voice was wistful as I plucked the cherry out of my drink and popped it into my mouth.
Sweet juice from the fruit burst over my tongue as I stared.
Val made a sound and slapped me on the shoulder. “Don’t even tell me that’s the reason you
haven’t had a fling yet!” she practically yelled.
Swiftly, I swung in her direction. “Shh! God, Valerie, don’t announce our sex life to the
entire resort.”
“At least I have a sex life,” she muttered, fitting her straw into her mouth. “That’s what spring break is for. Letting loose, having fun… no regrets.”
“Hey, I’ve done that, too.”
She made a rude sound. “You’ve turned down three guys since we got here.”
I shrugged and looked back at the ocean. “I’m picky.”
“You have to let him go, Nor,” Valerie said gently. Leaning in, she rested her cheek on my shoulder. “I know you loved him, but Alan wasn’t good enough. And he hurt
you.”
Yeah. Yeah, he did.
I sucked on the straw until it made that annoying slurping sound because my alcohol had officially run out.
“Having a fling is the best way to get him out of your system. Let someone rock your world for a night, and forget about him completely.”
I smirked.
“You think a one-night stand will erase a guy I dated for nearly a year?”
Val sat up and wagged her eyebrows at me. “The right guy will.”
I laughed, and she snagged the empty coconut out of my hand and held it over her head.
“Bartender, another!”
“Now, about that.” My best friend pointed out toward the distant island. “Please tell me you haven’t been holding out to see if Mr. Island shows up to rock your world.”
I scoffed at her assumption.
“I knew it!” she yelled.
People around us turned to look at her.
I smiled at them, “Sorry. She’s a bit extra.”
“You’re still hung up on your cheating, scumbag ex, and now you’re hung up on some faceless guy who might not even exist?” Val dropped her forehead into her hand.
“I’ve failed as a best friend.”
I slipped an arm around her shoulders. “You have not.”
A tap on my shoulder made me turn, my eyes colliding with a set of piercing green ones.
“Oh,” I said, a little breathless.
“Your drink is ready,” the bartender said, leaning over the bar, holding out my refill.
“Oh!” I glanced down at the drink. “Thanks.”
“Anytime, gorgeous,” he quipped and winked.
I nearly spilled the drink in my lap right there. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, and he had
the bronze tan of a local with an accent to match.
“You need anything else, just wave.”
I nodded, unable to reply.
“See!” Val said, putting her arm around me, bringing me back around. “This is exactly what
I’m talking about. You’re gorgeous. You could have any guy here you wanted.
Even the bartender. Yet you’re busy mooning over some guy who’s probably old enough to be your grandpa.”
“I am not mooning!” I insisted. Then I grimaced. “And ew… grandpa.”
“You really expect some young, hot single to own that island over there?”
I shook my head. “Not just the island… this entire resort.”
Valerie moaned. “That’s just a sexy rumor the staff here likes to tell women like us.
It makes us even more excited about this place.”
“It could be true,” I murmured, staring out to sea. “He really could be some young, rich computer genius who sold off an app and bought this place.”
“Uh-huh.
And he has a hot body and the stamina to make you forget all about Awful Alan.”
“Hey,” I accused, salty. “I didn’t judge you when your fantasy was to sleep with a yoga instructor to see if they really were more flexible than other guys.”
Valerie giggled. “They are. They totally are.”
I rolled my eyes. “You’re incorrigible.”
“Hey, I’m young, single, and being safe. What’s wrong with a little fun?”
I drank some of my cocktail.
“Besides, at least my fantasy was attainable. Yours is practically from the pages of some
cheesy romance novel.”
“Whatever.”
I sighed. This conversation was bringing down my buzz. “Finish your drink so we can go lay on the beach.”
“Your time is running out.” She reminded me. “We’re going home tomorrow night. If you don’t have a fling soon, you’re never going to get over Alan.”
I’d had enough of this conversation, and if she said my ex-boyfriend’s name one more
time, I was going to scream. I jumped down off the barstool and tripped on my flip-flop, stumbling.
“Whoa,” I stammered as I fumbled forward. Seconds later, I collided into the back of a chair, falling over the shoulder of whoever was sitting there and dumping my
drink down their chest.
The shoulder under my waist stiffened, and I scrambled to leap back.
“Oh my gosh, I am so sorry!” I exclaimed. Dumbly, I looked down at the drink in my
hand. It was empty.
Horrified, I skittered around the chair as the person sitting in it stood, pushing it out from beneath him.
Our bodies collided and I tumbled back, but he caught my arm to keep me from falling.
Another apology formed on my lips, but the second I looked up, it dissipated.
He was tall. So tall I had to crane my neck back to look up at him. His shoulders were wide, and his jaw was chiseled. His skin had the same deep bronzed look as all
the locals, and his hair was the color of midnight.
I didn’t know if his mouth was just sexy as hell or if the way he pursed his lips as he regarded me made them look pouty, but the effect was still the same.
Everything inside me tightened and then went liquid, as though he’d melted me with just one glance.
My mouth moved, but no sounds came out. I was exceptionally aware of his large hand
wrapped around my upper arm. Even though we were sitting in the shade, his hand felt warm like he’d been in the sun. Goose bumps erupted along my bare arms and
legs, and my scalp prickled with awareness.
Glancing down to where he held me, I couldn’t help but notice how his hand was so big it
wrapped around my arm completely. Involuntarily, I shivered as I thought about what else his hands would completely cover.
Embarrassed, I jerked away from his touch. His hand dropped beside him, and then I realized
the entire front of his shirt was completely soaked with my drink.
Gasping, I tossed aside the empty coconut and let my hands hover near him. “This is all my fault,” I exclaimed. “Can I get some napkins over here?” I yelled. “Valerie!”
My best friend, who was standing there just as speechless as I was, burst into action and turned toward the bar.
“I’m so clumsy,” I told the guy. “I’m so sorry. I’ll buy you a new shirt,” I offered.
“And whatever you’re drinking today.”
“No need,” he said. His voice was quiet but so commanding it didn’t need to be loud. “It’s just a shirt.”
Glancing down at the ruined garment, I groaned again. It was blue silk. Probably cost more than I made in an entire week. And because of the material and the fact
that it was soaked, it was plastered to his chest as if he’d been caught in the rain.
He was thin… but imposing. Everything about him was.
Val shoved a towel in front of my face, and I snatched it quickly. Rushing forward, I didn’t even think twice about reaching out to try and dry the shirt.
The thin material was saturated, and it seemed no matter how much I patted and wiped, nothing helped.
Above me, a throat cleared. “Are you done?”
I froze, towel still pressed against his shirt, and looked up. His chin tilted down, and
our eyes met, pure desire sliding through me.
I jolted back, flushing. “Sorry, I was trying to…” What was I trying to do?
He smiled, reached up, and unbuttoned the shirt to peel it off his body and drop it in the sand. “I’m pretty sure it’s not savable.”
My mouth ran dry. I couldn’t look up from his tan, smooth chest.
A second later, he snapped in front of my face, making me lift my eyes. “You might want to lay off the alcohol the rest of the day. I think you’ve had enough.”
Dumbly, I nodded and held out the towel for him to take.
He glanced between me and the offered towel, then smiled. “I’m good,” he replied, then turned around and walked away.
I stared after him long after he was gone, still holding out the towel like a moron.
Val jumped in front of me, eyes wide. “Oh my God!” she whispered. “That guy was hot!”
The towel fell out of my hands, landing beside his forgotten shirt.
“Hey!” Val yelled toward the bar. “Who was that guy?”
“Never seen
him before,” one of the bartenders called back.
“Sucks,” she muttered, then grabbed my hand. “C’mon, let’s go get some vitamin sea.”
“Wait!” I exclaimed, pulling back before she could drag me away. Bending down, I picked up the wet, sandy shirt he’d just discarded from his body.
Val tsked and dragged me toward the beach. “First the island guy, and now this.” She sighed. “You’re completely hopeless, Nora. Hopeless.”
As I stared down at the shirt clutched in my hand, I couldn’t help thinking she might be right.



2
Carter
I sat there listening to quite an amusing conversation going on behind me.
One bad girl and one good… The bad trying to corrupt the good. I guess I could understand the appeal. The good ones were always the best at being bad.
I never got involved in guest affairs, even though all these scantily clad women were ripe for the picking. It was too easy. Too boring.
I liked a challenge.
Like being able to erase a man from the mind of a woman who couldn’t let go.
I wondered if the good girl behind me was as open to that kind of fling as she pretended to be or if she clung to the rumors about a man on an island because she knew
he probably didn’t even exist.
Sometimes holding on was easier than letting go because at least the pain of holding on was familiar.
The second her drink spilled over my shoulder and across my chest, I wondered if it was my
karma for listening to their conversation or if there was something else here at work.
The sparks between us were practically visible, and the way she shivered beneath my touch excited me. Still, I pulled away, because sometimes being a mystery was better
than being real.
I felt her eyes against my back the entire time I walked away. I pondered if I would ever see her again, if I would be able to rise to her challenge.
The way my life had turned out so far was all because of fate. So I decided to leave this up to fate, too.











Author Bio



Cambria Hebert is an award-winning, bestselling novelist of
more than forty books. She went to college for a bachelor’s degree, couldn’t pick a major, and ended up with a degree in cosmetology. So rest assured her characters will always have good hair. Besides writing, Cambria loves a caramel latte, staying up late, sleeping in, and watching movies. She considers math human torture and has an irrational fear of birds (including chickens). You can often find her
painting her toenails (because she bites her fingernails) or walking her Chihuahuas (the real rulers of the house).

Cambria has written within the young adult and new adult
genres, penning many paranormal and contemporary titles. She has also written romantic suspense, science fiction, and male/male romance. Her favorite genre to read and write is contemporary romance.
A few of her most recognized titles
are: The Hashtag Series, GearShark Series, Text,
Amnesia, and Butterfly.

Recent awards include: Author of the Year, Best Contemporary Series (The Hashtag Series), Best
Contemporary Book of the Year, Best Book Trailer of the Year, Best Contemporary Lead, Best Contemporary Book Cover of the Year. In addition, her most
recognized title, #Nerd, was listed
at Buzzfeed.com as a top fifty summer romance read.

Cambria Hebert owns and operates Cambria Hebert Books, LLC.
You can find out more about Cambria and her titles by
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Thursday, March 21, 2019








Title: I Promise You
Series: Dare #2
Author: Shantel Tessier
Genre: Contemporary Romance

Cover Design: Tracie Douglas, Dark Water Covers

Release Date: April 26, 2019





Blurb

It was supposed to be a game.
I Dare You.
We brought her in 'cause I wanted to play with her. 
Destroy her.
But plans change and she got caught in the cross fire. 
Then I did something far worse. I fell in love with her, but
she doesn't know I still have secrets.
Ones that could rip us all apart. 
We're sharks.
Raised to hunt and kill.
We take what we want without asking.
We've never needed permission, so I'm not about to start
now.
You think you know everything, but we're about to do what we
do best and prove you wrong-I Promise You!









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Shantel is a Texas born girl who now lives in Tulsa, Oklahoma with her high school sweetheart, who is a wonderful, supportive husband and their two
daughters. She loves to spend time cuddled up on the couch with a good book.




She considers herself extremely lucky to get to be
a stay at home wife and mother. Going to concerts and the movies are just a few of her favorite things to do. She hates coffee, but loves wine. She and her husband are both huge football fans, college and NFL. And she has to feed her
high heel addiction by shopping for shoes weekly.




Although she has a passion to write, her family is
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Title: The Hunter's Affection
Series: Bloodwite #3
Author: Cecelia Mecca
Genre: Paranormal
Release Date: March 21, 2019





Blurb


Even cursed blood can fall prey to love’s bite.

Stone Haven isn't Torr's kind of town. Small. Quaint. The
kind of place where everyone knows your business. 

Torr Derrickson intends to help his brother fulfill a
lifetime dream of opening a bar and then quickly get out of dodge.
Unfortunately, his antics— as a bit of a playboy and, more importantly, a vampire— have already caught the attention of some townspeople, much to his brother's dismay.

Enter Charlotte O'Neill. 

The English teacher is everything Torr is not. A small-town
girl. A rule-follower. And a very much human. She's the last woman he wants in his life, and the only one that sets his blood on fire.

Charlotte know there's something different about her
friend's brother, but she wasn't quite prepared for the secret he unveils.
Worse, her attraction to the bay-boy vampire fills her thoughts distracting her from the redemption she desperately needs. 

Forced together, the two opposites must decide between
passion and reputation. Love and fear.

Life and death.











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Stone Haven, Pennsylvania

“We need to talk.”

When his older brother used that tone, Torr Derrickson knew
he should do one of two things. Listen patiently, preferably with a drink in hand, or walk away.

Regrettably, over the course of their long, long lives, he’d
usually gravitated toward a third option: fight. He and Lawrence had butted heads about any number of things in any number of places—from where to live
when they weren’t hunting Cheld to how they invested their vast wealth—and if he’d learned anything, it was that he couldn’t go up against Lawrence, who had,
after all, been his clan chief centuries before, without one of them ending up bloody.

Figuratively speaking, of course.

They were vampires, yes, but they were brothers first and
foremost.

“Something tells me I’d like a refill first,” he told
Lawrence, who pulled Torr’s empty glass toward him from across the mahogany bar.

Although his brother had not yet finished transforming the
old bank he’d bought into the bar he planned to open, his liquor license had been granted, making it legal for him to serve alcohol, a fact their small
group had been celebrating for the past few hours. They sat around the circular bar in the middle of the room. Lawrence stood behind it, as usual.

After refilling Torr’s Ardbeg, the only whiskey he’d drink
if given the choice, Lawrence leaned against the bar, crossing his arms as if settling in for a long lecture.

Fantastic. At least he’d asked for the drink first.

“You said ‘we’ needed to talk,” he lifted an eyebrow, “so
why do I have a feeling you’ll be doing most of the talking?”

“I’m serious, Torr—”

“That’s what worries me.”

Savoring the rich liquid he sipped, waiting.

“You’ve been back for less than three weeks, and people are
starting to tal—”

“You mean, they’ve already grown tired of discussing the
apple festival? You would think all that fuss over the festival queen would have them—”

“That’s enough.”

Perhaps. Still, he wasn’t wrong, and they both knew it. The
people in Stone Haven had a tendency to gossip about the most trivial of matters, including the tie vote for their festival queen and the ensuing brouhaha it had caused. Imagine, four vampires currently resided in the
tourist-laden Pennsylvania town where his brother had decided to settle, and the townsfolk worried about offending a poor little rich girl whose daddy had just
donated enough money to remodel the visitor’s center.

The Derrickson siblings and Kenton Morley could each buy and sell the small-time businessman fifty times over.

But no one here knew it.

The townspeople realized the Derrickson and Morley families
had money, of course. After all, they had purchased the only two mansions in the town, neither of which had been up for sale. But no one could possibly fathom how much wealth an individual could accumulate after hundreds of years
of existence.

“All I’m saying is that if you plan to stay awhile—”

“Which you obviously think is a bad idea.”

Lawrence’s frown made him look older than thirty, the age
he’d been when they were cursed to live as immortals. The aging process had stopped at twenty-eight for Torr, leaving him perpetually the younger brother.

“I think it would be a fine idea if you weren’t making your
string of bedmates so obvious.”
Torr took a sip of his whiskey and tried not to smile. It
would only further infuriate his brother, and he really didn’t want to fight with him today, especially not in front of Lawrence’s girlfriend, Toni, whom he
quite liked.

“If you’re asking me to be more discreet—”

Lawrence scoffed. “It shouldn’t be difficult given the way
you’ve been flaunting your exploits around town.”

“I don’t flaunt.”

When someone tousled his hair from behind, Torr placed his
drink on the bar so quickly the motion would have given most humans pause.
Luckily, Toni, the only non-vampire present, already knew their secret.

Reaching back without looking, he snagged his sister’s hand.

“Watch the hair,” he said.

“It’s almost too easy to get to you,” she said, sitting next
to him. He’d tried for a menacing tone, but she seemed completely unrepentant.

She glanced from him to Lawrence. “What’s wrong?”

Torr shrugged. “Nothing at all.” From his perspective, it
was true.

“Other than the fact that we’re preparing to open a business
in a town too small to tolerate Torr’s antics,” Lawrence said.

Refusing to make eye contact with his sister, Torr
concentrated on the liquid gold in his glass. But he could feel her piercing green eyes, the same shade as his own, on him anyway. Laria had always been able to get to him in a way Lawrence could not. She was his elder too, although
only by a year, and he felt a combination of admiration and protectiveness for her. He’d do anything to insulate her from wicked men.

Himself included.

Now what have you done?”

Hating the censure in her voice, he ignored the question.

“Torr . . .”

“I’ve done nothing an uninhibited, virile—”

“What has he done?” she asked Lawrence instead, her tone
dangerous.

“The mayor stopped me earlier today in The Witch’s Brew—”

“A rather droll name for a coffee shop if you ask me,” Torr
offered, darting a glance at his siblings, both of whom ignored him. They were conversing with each other now, about him, no less.

“Apparently, there was some commotion at the inn the other
night—”

Ah, so that’s what had Lawrence all worked up.

“About that,” he interrupted. “I don’t make a habit of
attending bachelorette parties, but—”

He stopped when Lawrence shifted his gaze to the other
end of the bar, where Toni sat with her best friend and . . . him.
The bastard was grinning at his brother as if the two of them shared a private joke.

Kenton fucking Morley.

For centuries the man had been their enemy, and now he and Lawrence were acting like best buds.
Lawrence may have forgiven, if not forgotten, Morley’s
former crusade against the Cheld, which he’d forsaken for Alessandra, but Torr certainly hadn’t. As far as he was concerned, the other vampire was still their
enemy.

He wasn’t about to pretend otherwise.

“It won’t happen again,” he ground out, ending the
conversation. “If you want me to leave—”

“He doesn’t want you to leave,” his sister, the peacemaker,
cut in. “Just try to remember this is Lawrence’s town, and he means to stay here.”

“For now,” he muttered under his breath, earning himself a
couple of dark looks from Lawrence and Laria. “Fine. I hear you. Best behavior.”

He grinned, wishing—not for the first time—his charm had
more of an effect on his siblings. They knew him too well to fall for it.

“I appreciate it,” Lawrence said. “Now give me your glass.”

“And stop glaring at Kenton,” Laria added.

Taking yet another refill from Lawrence, he lifted his glass
in the air. “That may be asking a wee bit too much, lassie,” he said, knowing his sister had a soft spot for the accent of their homeland, which they’d dropped over the years. “To Lawrence.”

Joining him in a toast, his siblings raised their own
drinks, their differences momentarily forgotten as they celebrated Lawrence and Toni’s forthcoming business venture.

His brother deserved to be happy, so he would try to behave.

For tonight, at least.





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Author Bio


Cecelia Mecca is the author of steamy historical and
paranormal romance.

Every heroine, from Lady Sara in the Border Series to Alessandra Fiore in Bloodwite, is your best
friend– the one who kicks ass and takes names. When these ladies meet alpha-males who try to take control, sparks fly until the very last page.

Cecelia writes the bestselling Border Series which takes readers to an admittedly romanticized
time of knights and castles along the 13th century Anglo-Scottish border.

More recently, she's been dealing with the ultimate bad boys– sexy, wealthy and swoon-worthy
vampires– a venture not for the faint of heart. Her debut paranormal romance series, Bloodwite, releases January 2019.

Our Highlander-loving, vampire-writing author can be found in Northeast, Pennsylvania, chai in hand, thinking up new ways to tame both medieval and
paranormal playboys. She is firmly House Stark and Gryffindor.


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