Wednesday, April 17, 2019

We are so excited to be revealing the cover of DEADLINE TO DAMNATION by Anne Malcom. DEADLINE TO DAMNATION is the next installment of the Sons of Templar series--be sure to add it to your TBR today!


My life is about the story.
I've risked my life for it.
Many times.
I chase the story so I can escape having to face my own.
But this one is different.
This story will make my career. My life.
Or it will end it.
The Sons of Templar MC. The most notorious and dangerous outlaw motorcycle club in the country.
And I'm going to get the scoop.
Or I'll die trying.

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Anne Malcom has been an avid reader since before she can remember, her mother responsible for her book addiction. It started with magical journeys into the world of Hogwarts and Middle Earth, then as she grew up her reading tastes grew with her. Her obsession with books and romance novels in particular gave Anne the opportunity to find another passion, writing. Finding writing about alpha males and happily ever afters more fun than reading about them, Anne is not about to stop any time soon.

Raised in small town New Zealand, Anne had a truly special childhood, growing up in one of the most beautiful countries in the world. She has backpacked across Europe, ridden camels in the Sahara, eaten her way through Italy, and had all sorts of crazy adventures. For now, she’s back at home in New Zealand and quite happy. But who knows when the travel bug will bite her again.

Title: Consumed by Rage
Series: Stained Souls MC #1
Author: Zara Teleg
Genre: Romantic Suspense

Release Date: May 9, 2019



As a member of the Stained Souls Motorcycle Club and MMA
fighter, I was once a well-known and feared man in this town; now I am returning a stranger. Being home reminds me of the losses that have turned my soul dark and built my walls high. Until I met Juliet, the sexy yoga instructor
who has invaded my every thought. Her light shines so brightly, it is like a beacon calling to me, cutting through my darkness. But there is something hidden behind her eyes, and she’s got walls as tall and thick as mine.


Four years ago, I had it all… until one night changed
everything. Now I am trapped in a prison of lies where my heart is locked away with my secrets. Rage has stirred things in me I thought I could never feel again. He thinks he can get through. But I can’t give in… I mustn't… for his
sake and mine. I won’t let the ghosts of my past hurt anyone else.

Can these two damaged souls resist the urge to be together?

Or will secrets and lies destroy them both?






Freedom. It was something I had seldom thought about…until four years ago. I had taken for granted living life every day without looking over my shoulder. Never feeling any real peace, a tiny part of me was always on
high alert. I feared that at any moment, I would be discovered. I had spent the past four years trying to cope with intense, crippling anxiety, and everything
I had done was still no match against the nightmares that visited me often.

I thought fate would deal me a better hand. I believed I could
escape him. Now the effects of my mistakes had spread. I feared not only for my life but also those of people I love who were put in danger because of me. I was no longer free. Now, at twenty-seven years old, my time had run out.

My eyes began to open. I blinked slowly, trying to get them
to adjust to the darkness. I used my shoulder to wipe the dampness from my face. Blackness cloaked the room, making it impossible to see anything around
me. The musty air blasting through the vent was frigid. My fingers and toes were numb, making them hard to move. An intense headache competed with the
throbbing pain in my face. The tiniest bit of warmth against my back made me aware of the body next to mine. I tried opening my mouth; the tape that had
sealed it shut had been removed. My lips felt swollen, and I tasted dried blood on them. I nudged the body next to mine. I hoped that it was Paige, that they
hadn’t separated us.

A soft whisper came from my cracked lips. “Paigey…” I
croaked her childhood nickname.


“Paige, please answer me,” panicking, I whispered louder,
waiting for an answer.

A small groan escaped her as she moved just centimeters.
“Ana…” a low voice struggled to whisper back.

I let out the breath I was holding, relieved that hers was
the body next to mine. “Oh, Paige…” I leaned into her as close as I could, “I’m so sorry you got dragged into this.” My voice hitched and my eyes welled, but no tears came. Dehydration left nothing for my body to spare. We leaned into each other. The friction caused my broken body to ache. “I will find a way to get us out of here,” I promised her.

A door opened. It creaked loudly, breaking the silence.
Light streamed down the staircase. It was dim yet blinding in the blackness of the basement. We both jumped and huddled our bodies even closer with our hands tied behind our backs.

We stayed silent. The only sound came from the shoes that
clanked heavily down each step. The stairs moaned under the weight of the man.
A large shadow appeared, then the massive body that belonged to it. It was him—the monster. The man with all the scars. The slight limp in his step gave him away.

He turned on a small flashlight and aimed it around,
highlighting areas of the basement before finding us. The light so shocking when it hit me, I squeezed my eyes shut. I could feel the tremors rolling off
Paige’s small body. God, please. Please
send someone to rescue us before it’s too late.
I had pushed away everyone who cared; now there might be no one left who could save us.

With my eyes still closed I listened to the clicking of his
fancy shoes on the damp concrete as they got closer and closer. I braced myself as the large body loomed over us.


Six months earlier…

I tucked my head down further behind the shield as I picked
up the pace. My bike pushed forward faster, anxiety building in my chest as I passed the small road sign with the arrow: Sugar Maple 15 miles.

That little sign surged adrenaline through every part of my
body as I got closer to home. My bike sped through the warm night, covering the distance as fast as possible. Miles of trees, bushes, and mountains were blurred in my peripheral vision over the last five and a half hours until I finally crossed Georgia from Tennessee.

The sound of my pipes cutting through the night was all that
filled my ears, the mountain air leaving a light mist on my partially exposed face. I tried to stretch my back. I felt tight everywhere from not stopping.
When I was a kid, I couldn’t wait to grow up so I could leave this place. After four long years of exile, I couldn’t get back fast enough.

It was Monday night—I was five days early. The idea of
surprising my brothers in the Stained Souls MC came to me last night when I tossed and turned trying to sleep. Friday seemed too far away. At first light, I packed my shit and left behind everything that couldn’t fit on my bike. I
knew my club brothers weren’t expecting me until the weekend so they could throw me a huge homecoming bash. As much as that sounded great, I wanted some time
to reacquaint myself with my newly renovated hometown. Besides, I knew that the party would leave me hungover for days, and that wasn’t how I wanted to start
my homecoming.

Last time I talked to Hawk, he said that the Stained Souls
were raking in cash with all the new people in town. The club owned several buildings on the main strip, so naturally, they had done pretty well with the
renovations. I hadn’t decided, even with the influx of income, how I felt about returning to a town full of strangers. I was once a well-known and feared man
in this town. Now I would be the stranger. The thought had my stomach turning.

My forearms tightened as the needle pushed further toward
one hundred on the desolate road. The blackness of night was the perfect backdrop for the slideshow that was running in my head. All the people, places, and friends I left behind…the good times with my brothers and the bad times
that destroyed my soul. I shouldn’t have wanted to go back. I should have embraced my new life. But no matter how much darkness and anger Sugar Maple triggered, it was still home.

I shook my head, clearing the thoughts. I focused on the
approaching glow of city lights that made the horizon over the mountain appear bright compared to the inky sky that surrounded it. The May heat and humidity
created a haze blanketing the area.

I slowed my pace to almost a crawl just outside town. On the
hillside, the moon illuminated the bright white chapel and gave it an eerie glow. It stood tall and menacing, overlooking the bridge into Sugar Maple. Its angular windows, the way they looked down the hill to the town below, reminded
me of angry, judging eyes.

I tried to keep my eyes forward, but the small graveyard
pulled me to it. The decaying stones of the cemetery were almost as white as the church. My eyes locked on a single headstone. I swallowed back the lump
that formed in my throat. Every fucking time I entered or left town, I was forced to pass the painful reminder of what life took from me. I had said goodbye to three people I loved standing under those tall maple trees, which
always seemed to mock me.

Author Bio

Zara Teleg is an American romance author, entrepreneur, tree hugger, yoga enthusiast, and coffee addict.

Zara has a wide variety of interests, which has led to many
creative ventures over the years, but none has fulfilled her true passion for reading and writing. In her debut novel, Consumed by Rage, Zara has finally made into reality her dream of becoming a novelist, which has been thirty years
in the making.

She fell in love with books when she received her first
Sweet Valley High at age ten, and she has been a book addict ever since. She started writing her first YA bad boy romance at age thirteen and has since
moved on to alpha males, hot bikers, and sexy vampires.

Zara is a free spirit, who spends her days alternating
between writing and cooking. No one makes a better veggie burger! Her love of animals has influenced her plant-based lifestyle. From the time she could walk she brought home every stray she came across, wanting to keep them all. Her
friends nicknamed her “Snow White” because she is slightly obsessed with feeding every hungry wild animal in her neighborhood.

She can often be found outside, reading or writing a juicy
romance while listening to loud music under fairy lights, surrounded by plants, crystals, and wind chimes. Zara lives with her husband of 23 years, their teenage daughter, spoiled pit bull, and her very ornery cat. She spends weekends laughing on the Chesapeake Bay with her extremely loud Italian family!
She dreams of moving to a place where she can walk barefoot and be on a paddleboard with her pit bull all year long.

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Title: The Lighthouse
Author: Leslie McAdam
Genre: Contemporary Romance

Cover Design: Michele Catalano

Photo: Wong Sim

Model: Mitchell Wick


While I’ve managed to stay “pure” ...

Things are about to get dirty.

Just not the way you think.

You see, there was a mudslide.

I was chasing the perfect photograph one minute.

And then strong hands were pulling me out of the mud the next.

Those hands were attached to handsome Theo Magruder.

Those hands awaken urges that I've never felt before.

Those hands make me want to hand over my V-card without question.

Well, to be fair, it’s not just his hands.

He's the most attractive man I've ever met.

With mesmerizing eyes

And a hard, muscled body that makes me tingle all over when we touch.

And he’s damn romantic—

Treating me gently,

Like I’m a wounded deer who needs shelter as the storm gathers around us.

Living at a lighthouse in the boonies, he’s used to being the only one around for miles.

I’m not.

The thing is, I’ve told him the truth—

I’m in the area because I’m an actress.

But he doesn't know I’m a star.

And as it turns out, I'm not the only one with secrets.

Author Bio

Leslie McAdam is a California girl who loves romance, Little
Dude, and well-defined abs. She lives in a drafty old farmhouse on a small orange tree farm in Southern California with her husband and two small children. Leslie always encourages her kids to be themselves - even if it means
letting her daughter wear leopard print from head to toe. An avirectreader from a young age, she will always trade watching TV for reading a book, unless it's
Top Gear. Or football. Leslie is employed by day but spends her nights writing about the men you fantasize about. She's unapologetically sarcastic and notoriously terrible at comma placement.

Always up for a laugh, Leslie tries to see humor in all things. When she's not in the writing cave you'll find her fangirling over Beck, camping with her family, or mixing up oil paints to depict her love of outdoors on canvas.

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Tuesday, April 16, 2019

Missing in Action Chapter Reveal

April 16, 2019
Chapter One
Three years later
            You can do this.
            One more step.
            Keep going.
            My body sways forward as my feet stop dead in their tracks. My life wasn’t supposed to be like this. I was supposed to be happy, healthy. The world was going to be my oyster!
            Until it wasn’t.
            Now, I’m this little nobody girl that can barely function. I have no friends. No family. Nothing but the UPS man that delivers my packages and the girl that delivers my groceries each week. 
            I’m nobody.
            I’m nothing.
            I’m the freak the entire block talks about. The stupid girl that can’t leave her house. The girl with no courage. The day I lost Lucas my entire life spiraled out of control. I couldn’t focus long enough to put one foot in front of the other.
            When I lost my baby, I thought, for a fleeting moment, that my family would accept me again. I thought they would help me heal. 
            I was wrong. I’m always wrong. Everyone in my life I should have ever been able to count on has let me down.
            And so, I’ve moved half way across the country from Rapid City, South Dakota to a busy, unexplored city. In fact, since arriving in Charleston, West Virginia I haven’t done anything outside of my home.
            The shrink I speak to on the phone once a week says I’m borderline agoraphobic, and I need to try and push myself to step outside. Open the windows. Feel the sun on my skin. She cautions that the moment I step outside, I’ll be so overcome by such deep and intense emotion that I’ll have a panic attack, and that it’s okay. That I should embrace it until I can’t anymore.
            She asked me to open the door today, take three steps back, and count to thirty before giving in to my need to lock myself inside once again. I’m standing within reach of the door handle, just one step closer and I could open it.
            One step.
            Only one.
            Except… I can’t.
            I’m paralyzed by fear that when I open that door, that when I feel the breeze and the sun, I’ll feel Lucas. His loss. His tiny body in my arms. I’m terrified I won’t be able to climb back out of the depression I get swamped in.
            “You can do this, Codie Ray. You have to do this.” 
            Solidified by hearing those words spoken out loud, I take that final step to the door. Unlocking the three deadbolts and the chain, I take a deep breath, close my eyes, turn the handle and pull.
            One, two, three…
            Heal. Recover. Trauma.
            Three fucking words I’m so sick of that if I hear them said one more time I am going to go just as postal as my team thinks I’m headed.
            I’m just fucking fine. What I need is to get back in the field. To have a purpose. I’m fucking sick to death of sitting on my ass and doing jack shit but workouts. It’s been nearly three years since my capture and subsequent torture, and two years since I was rescued by my team. I’d been left for dead in a cave deep in the desert. If not for some local tribe leader and his son coming upon my body and making a call to the United States government, I’d be dead for sure. Just like my captors wanted. The whole ordeal is nothing but pain and torment. I barely remember where we were, how often we moved, or what they wanted.
            While the Syrians that took me knew how to put a man through his paces, they hadn’t broken me. That much I do know. It’s why my back, chest, and arms are covered in scars. They put China’s torture of a thousand cuts to shame.
            I suffered a year in hell before my team found me then spent another year in rehab and psychiatric hell before I was released into the real world again. It took six months more before I was finally able to find my family in Loveland, Colorado. Hayes, my sister, found herself a good man, a fighter with a mean upper cut. Levi takes care of her, and that’s all I gave a shit about. 
            On my return home, she was pissed at me, though. Pissed that I left and led her to believe I was dead. That wasn’t quite my fault, however. But I get her anger. The night my parents were notified of my disappearance, my baby sister lost everything, too. Nearly, her life. Her Olympic dreams were crushed in a second.
            She’ll never find out I paid those punk ass shits a visit, or that Foster had some fun explaining all the ways he could thread an explosive through their dicks.
            After spending a few months at home with my family, I packed up to join my team in West Virginia. While we live a high-action career, we all like the sedate town of Charleston. It isn’t overly small, but it isn’t bustling like a major city either. We’re able to relax and unwind after a long mission.
            Which brings me to today. I run…every day. Same time, same pace, same route. Being in my line of work, you’d think I wouldn’t, but the routine helps me shake off the demons chasing me. Lately, the past week or so, the girl next door—the one who never goes outside, whose windows are always closed, and I don’t think I’ve seen a visitor outside of delivery vehicles—has been sitting in her doorway.
            She watches me. Even when she tries not to, I catch her. Her gaze follows me with an emotion I can’t quite identify. She always appears sad when I pass her house. I’m not even sure she knows that I’m her neighbor and not just some random guy from the block.
            Feeling her gaze on me again has me wondering who she is. So, after a quick shower I run a search through the city’s housing database and find out her name is Codie Ray. She’s the only person listed on the mortgage. For twenty years old, I’m impressed. She owns her own home. Not many people her age can afford that.
            Curiosity highly piqued, I do a few more searches on her. She pays for nearly everything to be delivered; lots of online shopping. No car listed with the DMV. Nothing obvious to show if she has a significant other or not, but from what I can tell, she doesn’t leave her home. Even her job, a merchant dealer online, she can do from home.
            “I wonder what her damage is.”
            There has to be something wrong with Codie. No twenty-year-old girl stays home as much as she does without reason. I’m tempted to hack into her medical files but figure that’s a hit on her privacy even I can’t take.
            When I joined Task Force 779, I knew I was going to be violating a lot of laws, people’s privacy, and countless other scenarios. I knew there would be nothing left untouched when it came to our missions. It was my job to know everything, to make sure my team didn’t go in blind. Not researching everything there is to know about my mysterious neighbor is a punch to the gut.
            She’s been here longer than I have from what I can tell, but until a week ago, I don’t ever remember seeing her. I’ve never paid this much attention before, either. But now that I know she’s here, I can’t stop thinking about her.
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Title: Letting Him Go
Author: Eva Jones
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: April 16, 2019


Once upon a time a girl and a boy were lucky enough to find each other. Some called it young love, but we called it true love. Soul mates. Regardless what you call
it, we loved one another with everything we had. Then one day life landed a heartbreaking blow. I was left, young and alone, to find my way while raising our precious daughter.

I thought I had everything I wanted. I fought to get away from the life I was raised in. I moved away from the farm and into the big city, busting my ass to climb the corporate ladder. Then one day everything I have worked for gets
ripped out from under me, landing me right back where I started. I'm left to begin again, struggling to find my place in life.

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Author Bio

Eva Jones began her love affair for the written word in her
early teens when she would sneak off with her mother's historical romance novels. From then on, her passion for reading had blossomed. Her passion for
reading led her into the wonderful indie book community, where she was fortunate to land herself the role of personal assistant to one of her favorite indie authors.

Eva has always dreamed of moving south and starting a horse farm, however, she’s a proud Ohio native and has raised her three children, along with her husband, in the same streets that she grew up in. When she isn’t
running after her children, you can find her searching for a new design to get tattooed or listening to her favorite 90s R&B music while she crafts stories about flawed characters who find love amongst the chaos of life.

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Title: Aurora Rose Reynolds'

Happily Ever Alpha World
Authors: Various

Publisher: Boom Factory Publishing
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: April 16, 2019


As a reader, I look for books that are sweet with low angst and have an over-the-top alpha male. I have always loved reading about couples that find each other at
the beginning of a book and fall in love page after page, never really having a true separation. Never finding enough of those kinds of stories on the market,
I decided to write my own. It was then the Until Series and the “BOOM” was born.

The Until Series is now published in ten languages, and the series, has sold millions copies worldwide. This series has taken on a life of its own, and readers from
all over the world are constantly asking for the next installment, which is why I have opened my world to some of my favorite authors.

If you are a fan of the Until Series you are going to love each and every one of these books. Whether you are reading about one of your favorite secondary characters,
catching a glimpse of one of the Maysons or visiting one of the local stores or coffee shops. And if you haven’t read any of my “Until” books but love alpha males, strong women and sweet romance I promise you are going to love these

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