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Hidden by Megan Morgan


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Hidden (Fire and Iceland #1)
Paranormal Romance / Urban Fantasy
Date Published: October 31, 2018
Publisher: Evernight Publishing

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After a breathtaking journey through Iceland, Vanessa Evanston finishes her dream vacation with her two best friends in the capital city of Reykjavik—and wakes up the next morning on the ground, on a tiny island 250 kilometers north, with no memory of how she got there.

Luckily, handsome and kind-hearted local Gunnar Heimirsson stumbles upon her—unluckily, he can’t explain her mysterious journey either. Nor can anyone explain why Vanessa soon discovers “last night” actually happened a year ago, and everyone thinks she’s dead.

Iceland is known for its folklore, but beyond the elves and mountain trolls, there are other creatures: beautiful, powerful, and vengeful, known as the hulduf√≥lk. Gunnar has been alive for a century, trapped by their curse after angering them. From the far flung Westfjords to the black sands of Reynisfjara, the answer to Vanessa’s missing year might be connected to Gunnar’s punishment—as well as his long-lost wife, Hera—but the truth lies somewhere in the realm of magic, myth, and love, and Vanessa has only just discovered fairy tales are real.



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Megan Morgan is an award-winning paranormal and contemporary romance author from Cleveland, Ohio. A mild-mannered airport bar supervisor by day and purveyor of things that go bump in the night, she lives on the often-wintry shores of Lake Erie with her spoiled cat and adult son, both of whom shed too much.




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Cowgirl Crazy by Jennifer Labelle


Cowgirl Crazy

by Jennifer Labelle
Publication Date: January 8, 2019
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
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I’ve been pretty successful so far—in life that is, not love. Finding a man and falling in love wasn’t at the top of my priority list, not while raising my little brother. But he’s all grown up now, living his own life…and I plan on doing the same.

See, I have a secret—a secret that hides all the naughty little tidbits of my deepest, most explicit sexual experiences and desires.

It’s a world I created, a world where I can be myself around likeminded people, a world where no one knows who I really am. It’s perfect…until a motorcycle riding, tattooed temptation comes crashing into it.

Mace is the man straight out of every fantasy I’ve ever had with his dark hair, broad shoulders and six-pack abs. He’s the perfect bad boy, the perfect distraction…the perfect way to get myself in trouble.

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About Jennifer Labelle

Jennifer Labelle resides in Canada with her husband and three beautiful children. After her third child she became a stay at home mom. In her busy household Jennifer likes to spend her down time engrossed in the stories that she creates. She is an active reader of romance, mystery and anything paranormal. With an education in Addictions work she’s decided to take a less stressful approach in life and hopes that you enjoy, as she shares some of her imagination with all of you.

Jackal's Pride by Michelle Gross

Title: Jackal's Pride
Series: Seven Deadly Series: Book Two
Author: Michelle Gross
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: December 31, 2018







Despite a near catastrophe, there’s time for a fateful encounter.

Maureen Reaper, eldest daughter of the revered Grim Reaper, avoided an apocalyptic vortex which threatened humanity, but she still has time for bets. She can’t help it thanks to her curse—the sin of pride. Her latest one brings her face-to-face with an entity no one has seen or heard from for thousands of years.

Jackal, an entity created by the Devil himself, has never known the comprehension of emotions until the day a witch cursed him to feel for everything he has killed. Unable to bear the new burden of a heavy heart, he sleeps with no intention of ever waking until someone finds him.

There’s nothing beautiful in their meeting. Enemies by birth, only more so when Maureen straps a collar around his neck all for a bet. She awakens a beast whose every first—every new glare, new craving, and touch has landed upon her.

Then she learns that the one she sought out in a game controlled by pride could be the very one that helps turn the tide back in the Reapers’ favor.

But that’s the thing…

Pride is a bitch, and Maureen is her.




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Michelle is from a small town in Eastern Kentucky where opossums try to blend in with the cats on the porch and bears are likely to chase your pets—this is very true, it happened with her sister’s dog. Despite the extra needed protection for your pets, she loves the mountains she calls home. She has a man and twin girls who are the light of her life and the reason she’s slightly crazy.
As a kid, she was that cousin, that friend, that sister and daughter, the talker who could spin a tale and make-believe into any little thing so it was no surprise when she found love in reading, and figured all these characters inside her head needed an outlet. They wanted to be heard, so she wrote.
The voices keep growing faster than she gets the time to write. 
The stories are never going to end. That’s perfectly okay, though. We never want to stop an adventure. 
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Winter Fire by Richard Amos



Out of the frying pan, into the damn inferno!

Who is the white eye guy? How can Jake Winter save the city of Coldharbour from its curse? So many questions, yet still no answers. And then there is the whole complication with Dean…

Evil is rising…

Lilisian, the beast Supreme, is free. Worst luck! Jake Winter and his friends are desperate to stop her, but she hasn’t been seen since her last brief appearance. All over the city ritual sacrifices are taking place, praising her name, her followers waiting for her to fully rise to her true power.

The clock is ticking…

Jake has to kill Lilisian. There’s no two ways about it. If she is restored to her deadly glory, she’ll be a threat like no other beast he has faced yet. But life is always far from easy. Lilisian has a pet that she has just let off the leash…

When a dragon takes to the skies of Coldharbour, Jake will need to summon all his strength before everything he is trying to protect goes down in flames…

A dark urban fantasy tale with kick-ass action and slow-burn m/m romance.







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Winter Fireby Richard Amos

Series
Coldharbour Chronicles Book Three

Genre
Adult
Urban Fantasy
M/M Romance

Publisher
Independent

Publication Date
December 7, 2018

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Excerpt


“What the hell was that?” I yelped.

“My fucking car!” Greg boomed.

Yeah, maybe he should start using old bangers for patrols.

A deep keening came from the dark road, my sparks spitting in reaction to the horrible, mournful sound. Through the messed-up windscreen, I could see something pale moving in the dark.

I opened my door, my friends doing the same.

“Okay,” Nay drawled. “This is a new one.”

The first thing I noticed about the white creature was the pear shape of its body—small head and upper region, a swollen lower region. Its arms were tiny, like a T-Rex, and the paleness of its skin was as white as freshly fallen snow.

The creature howled in despair.

The second thing I noticed, which I couldn’t quite believe, were the coal eyes, the carrot nose, and the black blobs down its front in a straight line that looked like buttons.

“I’m asleep, right?” I said.

“That can’t be a carrot,” Greg added.

What differentiated this beast from being a cute snowman on the front lawn was the wide mouth that almost split its small head in half. There were no lips, just lines of black and rows of black shards ready to rip flesh from bone.

And it had legs—two kangaroo-looking pins.

I sighed. “I’m so not in the bloody mood for this.”

Nay had her phone up, quickly scanning the beast into the app she’d created regarding beast knowledge.

The beast whined, taking some steps back.

I approached.

“Careful,” Greg said, jutting a muscular arm out to halt me. “Don’t ever get sucked into the scaredy-cat crap, mate.”

There were no amber ribbons of light to see around the snowman—an indication of beast fear to my eyes.

Another howl of sorrow.

“That’s not snow,” Dean said. “Can you smell that?”

“What?” I wondered.

“Lilies.”

I sniffed deep. There, on the cold air, I could smell the sweet scent of funeral homes. “I hate lilies.”

“Me too.”

The snowman howled once more and pounced. Bloody hell! It went high on those bouncy legs. It came crashing down on the Mercedes, caving in the roof.

Greg roared and threw himself at the snowman. His fist met solidity, the side of the beast cracking ever so slightly under the power of his punch. With swiftness I wasn’t expecting, the beast kicked Greg in the chest and sent him sprawling on the asphalt.

It leapt into the air, aiming its body right for me. Crap. I rolled in time to avoid the crushing of my bones.

Nay threw a potion vial. It exploded into a green fire, spiraling around the freaky creature, but failing to do anything. The snowman jumped into a dropkick. Nay was quick to avoid a hit … just.

Greg was fuming, thankfully unhurt for now. He’d feel it when the rage cooled down.

“Get on Dean’s shoulders!” Nay called.

“What?”

Dean’s head was between my legs, and I was lifted into the air. He held me by the thighs, and my dick throbbed inappropriately at the firmness of his grip.

The snowman was bouncing after Greg, who was calling it every name under the sun as he swung punches and avoided getting kicked again.

Nay ran to me and Dean. “Ready?”

I swallowed. “For what?”

“Dean’s gonna throw you.”

“I am?” Dean said.

“I thought we were on the same page seeing you’re between his legs.”

I blushed.

“Didn’t want to debate it,” Dean replied. “I just did it.”

God! Could he feel my boner on the back of his head? I wanted to get down.

You mean go down!

Stupid inner voice! This was not the time for this bollocks.

“Throw him, and I’ll aim him for the head,” Nay said.

“Oh, my God!”

Dean squeezed my thighs a little tighter.

“I’ve got a spell that should work.”

Greg got in a nice smack to the beast’s solid belly, a fracture line appearing across the white. The snowman howled and bounced away some feet, hopping from foot to foot once it was back on the ground.

“Should?” Dean said.

“We have one shot at this,” Nay answered. “While Greg’s pissing it off.”

Oh, shit.

“You ready, Jake?” Dean asked.

No. “Y-yes.”

“Get those hands ready,” Nay said. “You’re gonna have to work fast.”

“If I miss?”

“Don’t.”

Dean straightened and started to walk toward the beast.

“You fuck with my car, I fuck you up!” Greg roared. “Come on! Let’s be having ya!”

“In three,” Nay said, “charge and throw.”

Bloody hell! My lips were dry, my stomach doing loops. I could barely hear her counting or feel the speed of Dean’s charge.

Before I could blink, I was flying through the air at the snowman beast made of marble, magic tickling at my belly from Nay’s spell. If I missed, I’d smash my teeth out, break my nose and basically be a mess on the floor and then be kicked away or stomped on, a mushy mess of—

My hands were on the snowman’s head. Another part of me, the non-neurotic quarter—a.k.a. wannabe bad-arse—had taken over.

The terrible keening rang in my ears before the silence engulfed me in the place of beast essence.

Killing touch delivered, I enjoyed the sensation of feeding and did my best to hide the raging boner in my jeans. What with Dean having been in close proximity, and the fact that killing beasts made me inexplicably horny, it was straining to escape the confines of denim.

You can stay where you bloody well are! I told it.

Once my composure was restored to a degree of normality, I took in the scene. Greg’s car was completely written off. No way were we going home in the comfy, new Mercedes.

Greg was raging. He ripped off a wing mirror and smashed it on the road, proceeding to do the same to the other one.

“Thanks, Karla,” Nay said into her phone and hung up. “Mr. Douglas is coming to pick us up.”

“Motherfuckingbullshithellbollocks!” Greg boomed.

“Nice work, you two,” Nay said.

I didn’t realize Dean was standing next to me. I turned to look at him to find he was staring right at me.

I offered him a smile, and he averted his gaze.

My shoulders sagged. A good old curl-up under the duvet, with the world being shut away, was just what I needed.

And a cold shower.



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RICHARD AMOS is an author from England who is constantly lost in the worlds he writes about, and the ones in the queue yet to be written. He also has more books in his house than anything else, and is never without a book (and chocolate) in his hands when he’s not writing. He’s a proud nerd who loves to dance. Hard. Richard writes kick-ass Urban Fantasy with gay male protagonists, all with good doses of action, adventure and m/m romance. He also writes High Fantasy.

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The First Cut by Ellery Kane






Title: The First Cut

Series: Doctors of Darkness #3
Author: Ellery Kane
Genre: Psychological Thriller
Release Date: January 8, 2019




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When "Love Doctors" Ian and Kate Culpepper are
brutally murdered in their Carmel mansion on Valentine's Day, Ava knows it's
karma. Because Ian's leaving her for perfect Kate four years ago had cut her
bone deep. And then they had the nerve to show up here, on her turf. With their
perfect house and their perfect daughter and their matching perfect smiles.



It's no wonder Ava can't stop watching. It's no wonder she can't let go.



But Ian is far from perfect, and Ava owes a debt too. For the unforgivable
thing they'd done together. The dark deed that severed their marriage in two.
When Ava's name is found inked in blood at the crime scene, a reckoning seems
inevitable. Someone knows what she's hiding. Someone sees what she's done. And
karma is ready to collect its pound of flesh.








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I believe
in karma. Because Ian’s dead. Kate, too. But mostly because the news is delivered
to me by the half-naked man in my bed.
“Are you
okay?” Luke’s voice is measured. Ninety-nine percent hotshot cop. Which he is.
One percent boyfriend. Which he wants to be but isn’t. Not officially anyway.
The faint
furrow between his brows deepens. How
cute.
His first wrinkle. “Talk to
me. Please.
“Is Madison
alright?” I ask, my own voice high and breathy as a child’s. Ian’s daughter is
quite possibly the only good thing he ever did. And I swear I’m not a heartless
bitch. Though Ian had branded me one more than once. Back in the days of old
when I’d called him a poor excuse for a husband and an even poorer excuse for a
man.
“She’s
fine. At least that’s what Coop said. He was first on the scene.” Luke gestures
to his cell on the nightstand. The one that had buzzed us awake five minutes
ago and exploded the world as I’d known it. “I’ll know more when I get there.”
Guilt, that
slippery eel, writhes in my stomach, reminding me I’ve done something wrong.
But I lop off its head. To hell with guilt. Whatever happened, Ian brought it
on himself. He’d all but asked for it coming back here to my hometown. Invading
my turf. With her. Besides, guilt is
a useless emotion.
Ian had
said it himself years ago, after I’d told him I didn’t want any special
treatment in his class. The back-row girls will talk, I’d said. And he’d pushed
me up against his desk and kissed me like a pathetic cliché. Dr. Culpepper
always had his favorites. Easy come, easy go.
“Ava? Are
you sure you’re okay?”
Luke strips
off the covers, hurries into his jeans, and tucks his badge into his back
pocket. I can’t look away from the lean muscle of him. Ian never had abs like
that. Though to be fair, he’d been pushing forty when I met him.
“Ava?”
“Yes, I’m
sure.”
“Because I
don’t have to leave if—”
“You do.
And I am. I promise.”
When Luke
leans down to kiss me, his lips impossibly warm, I run my hand across his taut
stomach and stifle a grin. Then, a grimace. Karma may be as slow moving as a
freight train, but boy does she pack a wallop.



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Author Bio

Forensic
psychologist by day, novelist by night, Ellery Kane has been
writing--professionally and creatively--for as long as she can remember. Just
like many of her main characters, Ellery loves to ask why, which is the reason
she became a psychologist in the first place. Real life really is stranger than
fiction, and Ellery's writing is often inspired by her day job. Evaluating
violent criminals and treating trauma victims, she has gained a unique
perspective on the past and its indelible influence on the individual. And
she's heard her fair share of real life thrillers. An avid short story writer
as a teenager, Ellery recently began writing for enjoyment again, and she
hasn't stopped since.

Ellery's
debut novel, Legacy, has received several awards, including winning the Gold
Medal in the Independent Publisher Book Awards, young adult, e-book category,
and the Gold Medal in the Wishing Shelf Independent Book Awards, teenage
category. In 2016, Ellery was selected as one of ten semifinalists in the
MasterClass James Patterson Co-Author Competition.



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The Crucible's Fire by Matt Parker


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Christian, Inspirational
Date Published: Nov. 30, 2018
Publisher: Lucid Books

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After having several children, parents often feel well-equipped to take on the challenges of another child. When Matt and Tammy Parker decided to add a child to their family, they had little idea of the blessings and struggles God had in store for them. The Crucible's Fire paints a picture of God's steadfast love through trials as he holds one family in the loving and protective crucible of his faithfulness. Readers will learn:

·         The raw emotion of unexpected hardship

·         How to rely on God for strength

·         The beauty of God's faithfulness when it seems all hope is lost

·         How to trust in God through their own dark night of the soul

·         The sanctification that comes only through the refining fire of trials

·        Strengthen your own trust in God's refining faithfulness as you join this family through the joys and pains of raising a special needs child.



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Matt Parker serves as a high school teacher in rural East Texas and has served as a bi-vocational minister for almost 25 years. He has recently retired from pastoral ministry to develop discipleship materials to encourage the saints and help deepen their walk with the Lord. He is married to Tammy, his high school sweetheart, and together they have four biological children, three adopted children, one granddaughter, and serve as foster parents.


Their youngest daughter, Brynna, was born with severe physical and developmental delays. Over the past decade, Matt has kept friends and family updated on her condition, progress, and their sanctification through email and his ministry blog at The Crucible's Fire.


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