Title: Desertion (Knights Rebels MC #3)

Author: River Savage

Release Date: July 14th, 2015

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Honor. 

Courage.

Commitment.

Three things Jesse Carter has lost. A former Marine, Jesse used to stand proud of his achievements and live by the code. But when circumstance made him question everything he believed in, those most basic values didn’t feel so important after all.

Sex. 

Lies. 

Knights Rebels.

Three things Jesse Carter has found. Reborn into a brotherhood not so different from the one he left behind, Jesse finds it all too easy to block out his past and claim the role as the Rebels' fun loving player.

Until he meets Bell.

Shy, awkward, and with troubles of her own, Bell Johnson's no stranger to hiding her pain. When Jesse forces himself into her life, she’s at risk of her defences crumbling.

Does Bell have the strength to survive Jesse and his demons or is she fated to become another casualty in the self-destruction of Jesse Carter?

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I wake up to the heat of someone’s palm against my shoulder. Twisting around, my hand moves faster than my brain, and I snatch it off me.

“Jesse, it’s me, Bell,” she rushes out before I can take it any further.

“Fuck.” I release my grip on her arm and sit up, forcing myself back to the here and now.

“Did I hurt you?” I reach for her searching for any sign of a mark left by me.

“It’s fine. You barely touched me.” She holds her arm out letting me inspect it. I check it over one more time before releasing her and relaxing.

“You wanna talk about it?” I study her face, eyes calm, soft mouth. She’s not freaking out.

“Just some shit that visits my dreams sometimes, nothing that needs to touch you,” I reply, shocked I’m not retreating.

“I don’t mind, Jesse,” she pushes, and I almost cave. Almost.

“The last thing I want to do is talk about this shit, Bell.” She doesn’t argue or press, and I’m grateful for it. I don’t think I’d be able to keep my cool if she did.

“Come back to sleep.” She lies back down and I follow her. She doesn’t ask me any more questions, or make me feel like I need to tell her everything.

“That ever happens again, don’t wake me,” I warn. A menacing thought strikes through me picturing what could have happened if I didn’t wake in time. She’s lucky I didn’t hurt her, like the last time a woman touched me while I had a nightmare.

“You don’t always have to be so brave, Jesse.” Her hand moves to my dog tags. I don’t stop her. I’m starting to like the feeling of her hands touching them.

“Never tried to be, Bell. But talking doesn’t help me. Never has.” I think back to the time when I did try and it forced me out of control. Talking about those triggers only amplified my insecurities. When death sits afar, mocking you in the dangerous confines of your surroundings, it fucks with your head; nothing was going to change it.

Besides, my issues weren’t what I had done. They were what I had survived. My conscience wasn’t clear and my honor wasn’t clean.

“Promise me you won’t touch me.” I keep my tone even, controlled.

“I promise.” I take her hand in mine and bring it to my lips. Maybe one day I will let someone in. Let her in.

Today isn’t that day.

But today, I didn’t push her away.

That has to count for something.

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About the Author

River Savage is the Author of the Knights Rebels MC Series. She released her debut novel, Incandescent, in August 2014. 

An avid reader of romance and erotic novels, her love for books and reading fueled her passion for writing. Reading no longer sated her addiction, so she started writing in secret. She never imagined that her dream of publishing a novel would ever be achievable. 

With a soft spot for an alpha male and a snarky sassy woman, Kadence and Nix were born. 

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Title: Exposed (Unguarded, #1)

Author: Ivy Stone

Genre: Erotic Romance/ Romantic Suspense

Release Date: October 20. 2015

Cover Design: LM Creations

Synopsis

One explosive encounter brought them together. One infatuation led to a love like no other. One secret tore them apart.

As head of the NYPD Organized Crime Control Bureau in Manhattan, Chief Detective Mason Cole walks in the line of fire every day. Between dodging bullets and braiding his daughter’s hair, Mason is tormented with haunting memories that refuse to relinquish control over him, no matter how hard he tries. After a bust gone wrong, he’s thrown for a loop by a woman who will fill his life with more chaos than ever before. Lindsey Jenkins is a self-made woman. Bold and independent, she lives unapologetically in a life of deception. That is until her facade is threatened by a force stronger than anything she’s ever felt before—love. Leaving their hearts unguarded could lead to destruction. Even worse, it could expose them both to a war they never saw coming. In a city coerced by corruption and treachery, what happens when your greatest passion becomes your biggest weakness?

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Telling the women to come to the precinct, I can already see the irritation grow in Lindsey. “Why? We had nothing to do with what happened in there.” Hearing Lindsey’s defensive tone riles me up further and I discreetly shift my uncomfortably restrained cock. I interrupt, moving to stand beside my partner, shoulders tall, preparing for further argument from the firecrackers in front of me. “Ladies, while you may not have been intentionally involved in today’s events, you are both now witnesses. Meaning, you need to accompany us down to the precinct so we can get your statements. If all appears to be in order, you’ll then be free to leave.” Almost immediately I feel the agitation directed at Roam shift, radiating my way instead. I meet Lindsey’s glare with the same intensity, and she never falters, not once. She doesn’t cower like most people do when on the receiving end of my frustration. She stiffens, but remains steady, a powerhouse of determination and strength. The silent conversation passing between us lets me know exactly the kind of woman I’m dealing with. The female version of myself. Lindsey turns away and sighs, her shoulders dropping. But as she clears her throat and faces me once again, that fiery attitude holds strong through the depths of her gaze. I can’t help a smirk from breaking out. The satisfying feeling that I might actually be getting under her skin overtakes my professionalism. Forgetting all about Roamyn or Alison, I get in her space; close enough to smell the scent I’m craving so badly. “Or, Miss Jenkins, I can cuff you and make you come in anyway,” I whisper softly and shove my hands in the pockets of my pants, restraining myself from reaching out to her. Lindsey’s tongue darts out and she licks her lips, causing all the blood to flow straight from my brain and to my cock. Her muscles lose tension and her eyes soften, I take it my message was received. Good. If we were in another place, a casual situation, a different time, maybe for just one night I could revel in the warmth of this beautiful woman and for a moment, obliterate the nightmares hijacking my life. Mirroring my action, Lindsey leans in and I do my best to hide the shiver of pleasure being in her presence brings. “You’re enjoying this aren’t you, Detective?” She peers up, radiating confidence, as if she’s got one over me. She crosses her arms over her chest, accentuating her tits, which I’m sure is supposed to distract me but it doesn’t. Instead I scowl at her. With my head tilted to the side I hold her stare, too mesmerized by her approach, confused by the sentiment. Damn, I thought I had her. “I—” “You know, I’ve met a lot of men just like you. I’ve never been interested in arrogant assholes before and I sure as hell am not interested now. So either you show us to the precinct so we can give our damn statements and go home, or I’ll kindly ask your partner here”—Lindsey smiles at Roam—“Detective Miller, is it?” “Yes, ma’am.” The bastard grins, nodding eagerly. “Right. I’ll ask Detective Miller if he could show us the way.” She tilts her head inquisitively as she speaks, stirring every raw nerve in my body; her tone sweet, yet full of sarcasm. “Well that escalated quickly,” Alison quips, breaking the tension building so quickly around us. Roam chuckles beside me and I just know he’ll be mocking me about Lindsey’s smartass attitude later. Reaching around to grab her sister’s side, Lindsey envelopes Alison and whispers, “Come on, babe. Let’s get this over with.” That day our worlds collided with a violent crash, the impact stronger than either of us could have ever imagined. We didn’t realize until the damage was done and we had more than just broken bones.  

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"Mother. Lover. Dreamer."

Ivy Stone is an Australian author and self-confessed lover of alpha males and happily ever afters. Getting lost in a fictional world is how she discovered her passion for writing. When she isn’t daydreaming up new romantic stories she’s likely to be found spending time with her family. Ivy’s debut novel ‘Exposed’ is to be released on October 20th 2015. This is the first instalment in the Unguarded series. Ivy loves to hear from her readers, you can visit or contact her here:

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Title: Happily Ever After

Series: A Broken Fairy Tale #2

Author: S.K. Hartley

Genre: Contemporary Romance

 Release Date: August 24, 2015

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Note to self: Never beg the man you’ve been avoiding for three months to help you. You should also never say you’ll do anything just to get out of a questionable date...

Three things I dislike about Luca Black:

1. He lies.

2. He’s cocky and self-absorbed.

3. He knows how to play me like his Aston Martin.

Dammit.

Now I’m stuck at his apartment. All because I needed his help. Now I have to face the fact that, no matter how much I try not to stare, he looks delicious in nothing but a towel around his waist.

What the hell was I thinking?

Seven days.

It’s just seven days with a man who can turn me on with a single look, and make me consider murder every time he opens his stupid British mouth.

I could do this...

Right?

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Throwing caution to the wind, and no doubt my dignity, I hit call and prayed. I prayed he didn’t answer and that I’d have to some how climb out of the tiny, broken window above my cubicle and never step foot on this side of New York ever again.

The Gods were now laughing hysterically.

“Kitten.”

And there went my sanity… followed swiftly by my panties.

Dammit.

“Luca.” His name fell from my lips like a caress instead of what it should’ve been, a snarl. Coughing gently, I tried again. “Luca,” I said, a little more forcefully, but now I sounded like I couldn’t put a single sentence together.

Great.

It was going great.

“I… shit. I need your help.”

My hand went to my forehead as I watched my dignity jump out of the window along side my sanity and panties. Could I have sounded any more desperate? I should just end the call, I could say I accidentally butt dialed him while I was out with a super hot doctor on a super hot date. Then I’d somehow have to explain why I said his name, but I could work around that, right?

God dammit, Kylie, get your shit together. Just ask him to come and get you, it won’t kill you. The doctor might though.

I rolled my eyes and decided to suck it up but just as I was about to explain my predicament, he opened that stupid mouth of his.

“You, Kylie Jackson, need my help?” His deep laughter filled my ears and mortification took hold of me. This was a stupid idea.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I spat.

“It means that the last time we saw each other was over three months ago, Kylie. I’m surprised you even remember my name. You’ve been avoiding me like the bloody plague and now you want my help?”

“I haven’t been avoiding you.” I mustered. It was a lie, but it was the best I had in the situation I was in. “Look, I know we haven’t spoken in a while but please, I’m begging you, help me out here?”

That sentence alone would be my undoing.

“You’re begging?” I could feel his excitement through the phone, coming off him in waves. What had I done? “Kitten, if you’re begging, I’ll do just about anything… but there’s a condition.”

I rolled my eyes, “When isn’t there a condition with you?”

“Do you want my help, or not?”

“Fine. Fine.” I sighed. “What’s the condition?”

“A little bird told me that your apartment is being redecorated this week and you need a place to stay until it’s finished.”

My eyes widened and I silently gasped, wondering how the hell he knew that. Whoever the little bird was, little bird was going to see the pointy side of my stiletto.

“I don’t want to know how you know that, but yes, I’m staying over at Quinn’s apartment for the week while they finish off.” Standing to my feet, I was about to press my head against the locked door of my cubicle when I thought twice. “Ew.” I whispered.

“I’m afraid not, love.” He chuckled into my ear — a deep resonating chuckle that did something stupid to my brain.

“What are you talking about? My bags are already at Quinn’s place.”

“Kitten, you’re not staying at Quinn’s. You’re staying with me. That’s the condition. Take it or leave it.”

If I wasn’t mortified before, I certainly was now. Had he lost his damn mind? There was a reason why we hadn’t seen or spoken to each other since my best friend's wedding, not to mention the anger I had towards him. The anger quickly resurfaced as I thought back, remembering how much of an asshole liar he was, and gave him my answer.

“No. Absolutely fucking not. Not on God's green earth and if you were the last person on it.” I blurted it out faster than I could think it. Shit.

“Looks like you’ve still got a problem and I have a very good glass of Scotch in my hand. Good luck, Kitten.” I could feel his smirk taunting me and it boiled my blood. I took a look at the open window above the toilet and grimaced, my anger simmering as I realised that if a week with Luca was the only way out of this stupid date, I’d have to suck it up.

“Fine!” I shrieked, “But there’s going to be ground rules. I may not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but when it comes to you, I know how to play your game. Now can we please move on to how the hell you’re going to get me out of this date with the serial… doctor?”

“You know rules are made to be broken, right?” His voice deepened, taking on a darker tone. It was the same voice that had me unraveling at the seams not so long ago, the same voice that could get me to do just about anything. Shit, I needed to get out of this. I couldn’t do this.

“On second thought, I think I can handle the Doctor.” I quickly fired back. My palm moved to my forehead as I tried to think of an escape plan, another route, something that would just get me the hell out of here and over to my best friends apartment, where I could change into my pajamas, and stuff my face with Ben and Jerry’s chocolate fudge brownie ice-cream and a bottle of red.

My train of irrational thought was suddenly cut short with a banging on the bathroom door.

What the hell?

“Are you okay? Do you need some… medical assistance?”

I shuddered as I recognised the voice of my date, clearly stood on the other side of my only rational exit out of here. I groaned. Why did I always get stuck with the creepers.

“Well, if you think you have this handled, I’m going to go back to my Sco-” “OKAY! Please, just get me the hell out of this place before I’m bludgeoned to death down an alley on the upper east side.”

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S.K. Hartley is a wife and mother to an oil soaked husband and tomato sauce covered son by day, by night an international bestselling author.

Located in the not so sunny North West of England, UK, S.K. Hartley deals with daily battles against her love of chocolate and her coffee addiction, along with defying autocorrect and British to American translations.

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Title: Evanesce

Series: The Darkness #2

Author: Cassia Brightmore

 Release Date: June 29, 2015

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If your soul has been plunged into the dark depths of despair, how hard would you fight to claw your way back to the surface? Can the life you lost be restored, or is it destined to be forever phased out of existence? Fated to dissolve into a distant memory.

The Black Market—a ferocious, starving beast. An endless sinkhole of precious valuables; the playground for blood-thirsty power seekers. Only one thing feeds its hunger like no other…human life.

A sinister criminal ring has descended on the small town of Norton Springs, instilling fear in the residents. A vicious wave of disappearances coupled with the gut-wrenching horror of infants being ripped from the arms of their helpless mothers has the town quaking in terror.

When Gabe Thornton strolls back into his hometown, his main goal is to claim the one woman that has always denied her feelings for him—Nora Jacobs. The last thing he expects is to be thrust into a storm of devastation and chaos. Will his strength be enough to save them from the dark souls that threaten to destroy their chance at happiness?

Broken futures. Shattered dreams. Mind-numbing loss. When your heart has been ripped away from you—how do you find the will to go on?

No one is safe. Everything you thought you knew is about to change in this second installment in The Darkness Series.

Warning: Due to adult content and graphic situations, this book is intended for readers 18 and up.

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Gripping Red’s hand tight, the two ran up the stairs, Brooke wincing each time one of the boards squeaked under the pressure of their weight. At the top, the door was open, a fact that had Brooke’s heart jumping up her throat like it was on a damn trampoline. Peering out, she ensured there was no one in sight before tugging Red forward. A few steps into the carpeted foyer, the sound of voices drifted towards them. Panicking, she pulled Red into what she thought was an empty room and shut the door.

Panting, she leaned against the door, trying to catch her breath.

“We have to hide here, Red. I’ll check if it’s safe in a few minutes.” When there was no reply from Red, Brooke turned her head, searching. “Red?” The other woman stood frozen, unmoving in the middle of the room.

“What are you—ahh…” Brooke stepped up beside Red, concerned why she was non-verbal. The room was not empty as she had expected. It wasn’t empty at all and the scene before them was a terrifying one.

Cots. Rows and rows of cots and each one was occupied with a tiny infant. Some were sleeping, wrapped in thin blankets. Others were squirming, having come loose from their bundle. A few were wailing, a loud sound that would make any dog in the surrounding area sit up and take notice. How Brooke didn’t hear them, was beyond her. The adrenaline was a roar in her ears, blocking out everything except listening for footsteps of anyone that might be approaching. A quick count revealed twenty-four cots. Twenty-four babies either stolen are birthed by a mother that was likely a prisoner in the same house of horrors she was trying to escape from.

Covering her mouth, Brooke supressed a scream of disgust. Children. Helpless infants all lined up and ready to be sold by the indescribable monster, Marcus. An auction straight from a mother’s worst nightmare.

“Red,” she tried to get her attention. “Red,” she said with more force. When that still didn’t work, she reached out and lightly shook her. The haunted, empty look in her eyes when Red finally acknowledged her, broke Brooke’s heart into a million tiny pieces.

“My sons. My daughters…” she moved towards the cots. “I—I have to find them. I—I—I didn’t get to—to hold them,” she stammered, peering over the cots at the tiny faces. Her heartbreak was written all over her face as she searched from cot to cot for her children.

Not being able to stand seeing her torment, Brooke rushed to her side, trying to tug her away. “Red, I don’t think they are here now. These…these are infants. As in just born, and you—” Red’s head whipped around to pin Brooke with furious eyes.

“Shut up. You know nothin’. My children are here. They are here.” Tears sprang to Brooke’s eyes at the utter despair in Red’s voice.

“I really wish they were, God, Red. But I promise you, we will make these bastards pay. We will find your children and make sure they can never do this to any other woman,” Brooke’s promise was fierce and true. She would shut this operation down, even if it killed her to do it.

Author Bio

Cassia Brightmore is a new indie author. Her debut novel, Malevolent is the first book in the Darkness Series and can be read as a standalone.
 
Writing has always been a passion of hers and publishing her first novel is truly a dream come true. She enjoys writing dark stories that she hopes will thrill the reader.
 
Cassia lives in Grimsby, Canada with her two furbabies, Harley and Molly.

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Title: Peace by Piece

Author: S.J McGran

Release Date: June 29, 2015

Genre: Contemporary Romance

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There's an expiration date on every life. A ticking clock counting down the seconds until you no longer exist in this world.

Each tick of the clock is louder for me.

I don't have an eternity. I have one year. Just twelve short months.

If life promised an infinity he could have been my forever, and without a doubt I should have been his always.

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“Been waiting for you, Genevieve. I know it. You were made for me.” He continues assaulting my lips and neck with his kisses, pausing at the hollow of my throat to whisper there, “You feel that? You feel the world tip on its axis when we’re together? It’s earth-shattering. It’s like we can fix everything that’s wrong in this world just by being together. Do you feel it, V?”

I let out a needy moan from the back of my throat. I want to feel it. I want his words to be true. I want more than anything in this world for our relationship, for his kisses to have healing powers.

Standing there in the middle of my tiny cabin, with the most beautiful, amazing man holding me in his arms, with his lips driving my pulse through the roof, I send up a silent prayer to every God that might be listening to let his words be true.

Please, let him heal me. Let this pain, this suffering be worth something. Give me this man, please. Give him to me and I’ll never ask for anything again. I’ll be your greatest servant, your best disciple. Just give me this man. Please.

He pulls back and I feel the loss of his touch immediately. “Come on, sweetness, we need to get you washed up.” Grabbing my hand in his he pulls me through the one room cabin to the small closed-off bathroom. Picking me up he sets me on the vanity while he goes to the shower to test the water temperature. Once he’s apparently satisfied, he turns back to me and takes my breath away with the strength of his stare.

This wasn’t supposed to be our fate. He’s just a kid. He’s not supposed to fall in love, yet.

And, yet I know it is inevitable. I see it in the way he looks at me, the way he touches me. It doesn’t make sense and yet there it is. I recognize it because if I were to force my eyes off of him and look at myself in the mirror I’d see the same emotions reflected back at me.

This is the moment where I either push or jump.

And, I have no idea what to do.

“Don’t shut me out,” his words are whisper quiet but they bounce off the tiled walls mockingly. “Don’t push me away, V. Don’t fight this.”

“I have to, Levi. I can’t let you fall in love with me.”

He steps up to me and once again nestles my face in his steady grasp. “You don’t have a choice.” He absorbs whatever argument I was going to say with his kiss. Expertly he pushes back my excuses, making me focus on nothing but the way he makes me feel. He completely surrounds me and I get lost in him. Just like he wanted.

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One day I woke up and realized there were people living inside of me. Their words were too potent to ignore. So, I started writing them. I started telling their stories. And, now I'm too addicted to stop.

When I'm not writing and talking to imaginary people I'm probably curled up on the couch with my husband, and one of our fur babies.

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