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Big Sky by Dani Wyatt






Title: Big Sky
Author: Dani Wyatt
Genre: Cowboy Insta-Love Standalone Novella
Release Date: May 15, 2019





Blurb


When my
feet hit the dirt at the Big Sky Dude Ranch, I have a pretty good idea what to
expect.  What happens next nearly shakes me out of my brand-new cowboy
boots.  See, I’m here to write a travel article, but in one instant my
interest in saddles, horses, and the Montana sky evaporate.  All I see are
blue eyes, chiseled cheekbones, and a black cowboy hat.

What I find
out, is the quiet cowboy who owns this land is the measure of alpha.
Quiet. Controlled.  He’s older but has a body carved from fresh air and
decades of hard work.

I do what I
can to maintain my professionalism.  After all, for two days he’s barely
looked my way.  And yet, he’s ruined every pair of panties I brought.

One slip
and everything changes. Garrett West shows me what’s underneath that calm
cowboy exterior.  And, let me tell you, it’s big.

Except, we
are from different worlds.  Different decades.  And some differences
may be impossible to overcome.

Author’s
Note:  Saddle up for a ride that will leave you weak in the knees.
This May-December pair do their best to maintain some distance, but once they
are forced to touch, the sky opens and worlds collide in the hottest sort of
way.  Always safe, no cheating, and love at the speed of light.









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Author Bio



Dani Wyatt used to feel bad about having such dirty
thoughts. Luckily, one day she decided to start writing them down. Her uber
alpha heros have a wicked possessive streak and an insatiable libido. Her
heroines are intelligent, quirky and worry about having too much muffin top.
With her books, you can count on a heaping helping of HOT, a dash of rough and
always a happily ever after.



When she's not writing (which is not often) she is probably laughing about some
irony (like A-1 Steak Sauce is vegan), riding her horse, wondering why The
Walking Dead can't have a new episode every night, or looking cross-eyed at
some piece of technology sent to ruin her day.



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Ellie's Rules by Cassie O’Brien




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Erotic
Romance, Contemporary Erotic Romance,

M/F
Release
Date:
May 14, 2019
Publisher: Totally Bound Publishing

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“We
play by your rules, Ellie. Not mine.”

Sporty
and fiercely ambitious, Ellie McAllister has rules to protect her career. Mark
Walker would like her to break them.

Ellie
has a deeper need to achieve success than mere ambition and that precludes any
open admission that she’s in a relationship with Mark, no matter that he’s the
man to whom no other compares, in or out of bed, until…

Christmas
looms on the horizon and Ellie receives a job offer that will allow her
relationship with Mark to become public knowledge. Mark appears delighted when
she tells him the news but Ellie’s jealousy surfaces when a beautiful rival
walks into the bar and claims Mark’s attention.

Ellie
must return to her parents’ village home for Christmas and face the demons that
traumatized her past and Mark is in hot pursuit to prove to her that she’s the
one he loves.


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About
the Author

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Cassie
O’Brien

I
love:
Being
with family and friends.
Writing
and having the freedom to do so now child four of four has passed her driving
test and is off to uni later this year.

I
Like:
Any
excuse to throw a party.
Any
excuse to open a bottle of fizz.
Shoes
in vast quantities – the higher the heel the better.

Ambitions:
To
write many more books.
To
own a pair of Louboutin’s.
To
never go near an iron or a hoover again.


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XV (Fifteen) by Lana Sky






Title: XV (Fifteen)

Series: War of Roses #1
Author: Lana Sky
Genre: Dark Romance

 Release Date: May 14, 2019





Blurb


WHEN HATE
BECOMES OBSESSION…

Mistaken
for her beautiful half-sister, Ellen Winthorp is taken captive by a madman who
declares that she will be his "fifteen": the fifteenth victim of a
vicious blood feud. Armed with only her instincts, Ellen must resist her captor
for as long as she can—which is easier said than done the more she's exposed to
the complex man beneath the beast.

Because
Mischa Stepanov isn’t a mindless monster—he’s a wolf, and she’s the unwitting
doe caught in his midst.

Unraveling
the torment of his past may be her only hope of salvation...

Or the
secrets uncovered may destroy them both.



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Author Bio


Lana Sky is a quirky writer from the US who dabbles in dark,
paranormal and contemporary romance. Her stories aren't always typical, but
contain a little something for everyone.




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A New World Fantasy Novel Trilogy by I V Phillips




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Fantasy
Date
Published:
March 31, 2019

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A
crystal ball assures existence, but when separated from its divine setting many
years ago, its waning vigor generates panic; various worlds will cease to
subsist if not found in time.

The
search intensifies as witches and mortals together strive to elude the
obstructions of specters, including a demon, in their expeditious intent to
exclude the probability of perpetual darkness.




Excerpt


       Rena faced the doors of Whilom
Elementary once again. She stared at the crevices she had never taken notice of
all those years walking toward them. There was no reason to turn back; it was
only an urge. Just as she was about to turn away, she gazed downwards, slowly;
one door was ajar.

‘She
probably didn’t leave yet,’ she thought because the door was slightly open.

Although
Ms. Biddock’s reaction frightened Rena, she understood the reason for her
terrifying behavior: it must have been humiliating for her watching her
colleagues walk away without offering to help her off the floor.

“Hmm,”
she murmured, scratching her chin, contemplating about whether to shut the
door. "Maybe Ms. Biddock has cooled down and will offer her apologizes to
me.”

She
was eager to give Ms. Biddock the opportunity to do so. With each passing
minute, which had only been about three, since the time of the “closing of the
door,” she decided to take that chance.

“Hello?
Hello?” She peeked, bug-eyed, tentatively pushing the doors ajar. “Can anyone
hear me?”

Sunlight
had shone through the old classroom windows; its rays beamed vibrantly through
the unclosed entries, and into the deserted hallways.

She
walked inside and stopped at the corner of the hallway that led to Ms. Biddock’s
office. The entrance was welcoming; the light was on, an indication that she
was still there. Rena proceeded, soundlessly, until a distant voice was
perceived, mumbling; she believed it to be that of the principal … Ms. Biddock.

"Maybe
the teachers came back,” Rena whispered under her breath. “She can’t be talking
to herself.”

“I’ve
used many words to describe what I seek! I’ve searched for passages until blood
showed on my feet!”

Rena
stopped; her eyes grew larger; she looked to her left and then to her right.

“Or—maybe
I was wrong.” She remained still, and then the bellowing chant had startled her
yet again.

“I
have asked repeatedly, help with my finding, the place where these memories and
I were residing!”

Darkness
rapidly supplanted the sun’s warm rays right before a storm produced
instantaneously. Ear-piercing thunder resonated within the school building, consolidated
with twisting winds that had abruptly slammed all the doors shut. Rena’s
trembling hands capped her ears, and her eyes squinted as she flinched with
pain. It was in that moment when she had decided—it was time to leave; however,
a similar overwhelming urge enticed her just as it had on the school’s front
steps: whether Ms. Biddock would apologize.

With
eyes half-closed, Rena moved through the vigorous winds, and victoriously
achieved the course that would conduct to her desired direction by way of the
light glaring through the frosted glass atop the office entryway. She extended
her arms outward and expressed perseverance, striving for Ms. Biddock’s door,
and seized hold of the doorknob.

She
triumphed in achieving her arduous grasp.

With
tremoring hands and all her weight—all ninety pounds, Rena pushed upon the
door, until there was an opportunity; little by little it opened; she persisted
her fight against the storm, but she wasn’t strong enough; the winds on the
other side were as vigorous, prompting her strength to weaken. The slight
access she had obtained—closed; nonetheless, she refused to give up, and shoved
again upon that office door, hard, and then even harder. It was surely opening,
slightly, and more, and then more; she hurriedly stuck her foot inside,
wiggling within the snug opening; then instantly, she was intrigued by the
ceiling turned open sky of stupendous swirling clouds, the roaring of deep
rumbles of thunder, and bursts of flashes of lightning!

She
dominated the rattling door with one hand while the other kept back her
‘tangled hair in the wind’ away from her face. Then, staring at her was a woman
with piercing, glowing green eyes, which Rena had imagined, derived from the
flashes of lightning.

“Ms.
… Biddock?” she questioned aloud over twisting winds.

Coolly,
Ms. Biddock turned away. She held out her arms under the blustery sky, aiming
her gold, etched wand, as lightning strikes soared out of its wooden tip.

Rena
distinguished one of the letters carved into the wand—the letter M; afterward,
she was drawn to an outlandish desk, covered by an old, green leather-bound
book, with bright lights beaming out of its oversized pages.

Ms.
Biddock lowered her arms; her black layered gown waved simultaneously with her
loose hair blowing wildly.

“Didn’t
I tell you to leave!” she yelled.



About the Author

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Born
and raised in New Jersey, she currently resides in Florida.

In
her spare time, she writes poems, novels, and savors in the opportunity to read
an enthralling story.

Her
novel, A New World Fantasy Novel Trilogy, was written to capture the minds of
fantasy novel readers with unique characters fitted in a montage of events as
they set on an enigmatic adventure.


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True Gold by Michelle Pace

Title: True Gold
Author: Michelle Pace
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: July 2, 2019
Cover Design: Michelle Preast



Growing up in True, Alaska, the only truth I knew was that Delilah Campbell was an arrogant pain in my ass. She was also my everything, and still haunts my every waking moment. 



I don’t have a single memory that doesn’t include Lie, and I can still taste her, even though Alaska’s no longer big enough for the both of us. After our savage breakup, I fled, chasing my dream and becoming a decorated Green Beret. Ten years later, one bad jump propelled me straight from Special Forces back home, guiding rich idiots into the wilderness, where I struggle to keep them from getting themselves killed. It’s not the life I planned, but at least I’m not behind a desk somewhere. 

Then one night, my cell rings, shattering my peaceful existence.

“Connor,” I’d recognize her voice anywhere, and it’s like I’m sixteen again, crazy in love and cocky as hell after finding all those gold bars everyone's been searching for since before we were even born.

I want to tell her to go to hell and throw my phone in the river, but it seems Delilah’s visceral grip on me is permanent.

“It’s mom. She’s missing. I need your help…."



As if on cue, the knee pain comes, and more scotch vanishes from my glass. I’ve just wrapped up a ten-day hunting trip with some skinny-jean-wearing assholes from Portland, who drove me to drink more than my bum knee does. I tolerated their cloying cigar smoke, not to mention their juvenile questions about how Eskimo pussy stood up against the “garden variety.” Their shoddy attempts at hunter safety were another matter, and after three days, I’d been ready to ditch them like the Donner party and let Mother Nature sort it out. Somehow, I mustered up the discipline not to smother them all in their sleep, and they left grinning behind their handlebar mustaches and already planning another trip back to the last frontier.

I shake my head with a soul-rattling sigh. Suppressing the urge to shoot people who were a danger to themselves and everyone around them is taxing, but better than a nine to five in some factory. I earn a hefty paycheck keeping idiots alive so they can brag to their fellow craft-beer-guzzling hipsters how they’ve “conquered” Alaska. Lucky for them, I’m compensated very, very well.

My phone rings, and the interruption pisses me off. I need time off like other people need sleep. I haven’t broken a barstool over anyone’s head lately and I’d kind of like to keep it that way. 
After every hunt, I religiously schedule myself seven days of blissful solitude. Just me, a fridge full of beer, and my nightly date with Pornhub. Resolute about preserving my downtime, I let the call go to voicemail.

My ringtone starts up again, and I roll my eyes. Glutton for punishment that I am, I look at the screen.

An unfamiliar area code. A number I don’t recognize.

An inexplicable chill runs through me, and I try to shake it off, but my gut tells me to answer, and my gut is never wrong.

I swipe the screen hurriedly, ready to chew someone’s ass.

“Who is this and how did you get this number?”

A pause follows, and I hear her inhale. The intake of air against her vocal cords gives her identity away, and I go numb as I realize who’s on the other end of the line.

“Connor?” My name from Lilah’s lips wakes my slumbering temper, along with my dormant libido. Ages have passed since I heard her smoky voice, but I’d recognize it anywhere. My heart lurches and my knuckles crack as my hand clenches into a painful fist.

Delilah Fucking Campbell.

Fucking isn’t actually her middle name, but it should be.

“Hello?” She sounds nervous, which is as rare as the birth of a white buffalo. Lilah’s the cockiest person I’ve ever met, and after my time in Special Ops, that’s saying something. My pulse thunders in my ears when I remember the way she strutted into every room like she owned the place. I realize I’m on my feet and pacing, and I blush. A simple greeting from her has me at the ready. Just like the old malamute resting beside my chair, I’m a well-trained dog responding obediently to her dinner bell.

Delilah had been my first friend. My first kiss. My first time. Vivid flashbacks of that particular night cause cracks in my icy reserve. Lilah’s the only girl I’ve ever loved, and our disastrous breakup whipped my ass ten times worse than my piece of shit father ever had.

I hear Lilah release a frustrated breath through the tiny speaker in my phone, and I swear I can taste her as if we’ve just kissed. My temples throb in time with my pounding heart. “Connor? Are you there?”

“I’m listening.” I fight to sound cool and detached. She has a lot of nerve calling me, but then she’s always had balls of steel.

“It’s Lilah.” Her unnecessary introduction makes me twice as furious.

“No shit.” I’m tempted to hang up on her then and there. So much for keeping my cool. I hear her sigh, and flashes of her inundate me. The candy she always snuck into the movies, and how it tasted on her tongue as we made out in the back row. The way the guys in school gathered to watch her stretch at cross-country practice like frat boys at a strip club. How they thought she was playing hard to get, when she was just balls to the wall, so good at the things she deemed worth doing that she didn’t get how average people could live with their mediocrity.

All this comes rushing back with stinging clarity. Once upon a time, Delilah was my everything. We used to be inseparable, a package deal…Lie and me against the world. I knew her better than I knew myself back then. Or at least I thought I did.

“I need your help.” This isn’t a request, and her audacity makes me laugh. After all the blood shed between us, she thinks she can just appear out of the blue and I’ll do her bidding. If she’s going to rip open this scab, I’m going to make it hurt.

“With what? That pretty boy you married needs another trophy?”

Score one for me.

I lean back in my chair and wait for her to tell me to kiss her ass.

The silence on the other end makes me wonder if she hung up. I pull the phone from my ear to look at the screen when she speaks again.

“I’m not calling to talk about Josh.”

“Why the fuck are you calling me?” I snarl into the phone, sitting forward so suddenly that Runt flinches in surprise.

“You haven’t heard…” Lilah’s desperation is palpable and it brings a smile to my lips.

“Spit it out, Delilah. It’s late and I have shit to do.” Her name tastes sweet and the thought makes me want to punch myself in the face.

“I would if you’d shut up for five seconds!” Her confrontational tone causes a familiar stirring below the belt. Ignoring my dick, I take a pull from my glass to stall as I decide on a reply.

She sniffles, and my stomach plummets. I’ve been so caught up in my rage that I’d missed the grief woven in her voice. She sounds shaken, un-Lilah-like. “It’s Mom. She’s…missing.”

I choke on the liquid I’m swallowing and cough to clear it. Lilah’s mom, LuAnn, is my godmother, though Lu doesn’t put much stock in God. She and my mom had been lifelong friends. They used to put Lilah and me in the bathtub together as babies, that’s how far back this incestuous shit of ours goes. LuAnn is a living reminder of my mom, who passed three years ago, and she’s also the only Campbell who’ll still have anything to do with me.

“Wait. What? What happened?” Sympathy leaks out before I can contain it. To say that I’m conflicted is putting it mildly. I don’t want to be kind to Lilah. The idea is so distasteful it makes my stomach churn. I want her to suffer, like she’s made me suffer. I want her to ache. Sometimes when I can’t sleep, I can still feel my hand around her throat.




Raised in small town Iowa, Michelle Pace is an international best-selling, multi-genre author. After studying theater and vocal music and directing and performing in numerous productions, Michelle went on to earn degrees in both liberal arts and nursing. 


Determined to avoid shoveling snow, she relocated to the Lone Star State with her husband, author L.G. Pace III. Michelle is a mother of three, and she enjoys traveling, live music, and is an enthusiastic amateur beer connoisseur. 



Still most at home while entertaining an audience, her mission is to write gripping fiction, not fairy tales.





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Love Will Save Your Soul by Katrina Marie

Title: Love Will Save Your Soul
Series: A Taking Chances Novel
Author: Katrina Marie
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 20, 2019
Cover Design: KP Designs





She never saw him coming. 


After walking away from an abusive relationship, Sophia was determined to create a new, better, life for herself. Swearing off guys seemed like an easy task, until she started working at Life in Ink…

Adrian is done with relationships. When his fiance left him for the “picture perfect” life, he decided then and there, he wasn’t going to give his heart to another woman. That is, until the tattoo shop he works at hires a receptionist. 

Sophia and Adrian can’t deny the chemistry between them. But when a threat from Sophia’s past comes knocking on her door, everything begins falling apart.

Can two people push through their insecurities and let love save them from themselves?





Prologue

Slivers of moonlight filter in through the blinds, illuminating the otherwise dark room. Dawson lies next to me, snoring softly. This is something I would have found adorable when we started dating. Now, it’s annoying that he can sleep peacefully. He should be the one wide awake, in turmoil over the words he’s thrown at me. 

Instead, I’m the one curled up into a ball wondering how the hell I got here. It’s not how I envisioned our lives together. When we first moved in together, everything was perfect. We spent time together every night, and I knew he adored me. Now… now, I’m always waiting for the other shoe to drop. Never knowing when something I say is going to set him off. Every day is like walking on eggshells, hoping he’ll be in a good mood. 

If my parents knew how badly my relationship has gone downhill, they would be appalled. Dawson has never laid a hand on me, but the verbal slams pain me almost as much. A shard of glass, glinting in the corner, catches my eye. It’s a small reminder of pissing him off earlier this evening because I didn’t fold his laundry the way he likes it. The vase hitting the wall before shattering will forever be etched into my mind. I should be used to it by now, the sound of whatever he can get his hands on hitting the wall. But it’s not something I should ever have to be accustomed to. 

Everyone has an opinion about how they would react if they found themselves in this sort of situation. They will never truly know the fear that courses through you at the thought of leaving. The lengths a person like Dawson will go through in order to keep you by their side. The I’m sorry’s, and empty promises. All of it grooming you, cultivating you to do what you’re supposed to do, and stand beside them. Even when the very sight of them makes you sick to your stomach. 

But no more. At least, not for me. I’m done being the person he takes out his anger on. No longer willing to be the one he uses to make himself feel big. I am better than this. I deserve more than this. 

With one last glance at Dawson’s sleeping form, I gently climb out of bed. The bags I packed hours before he got home await me in the coat closet. Most would call me a coward for taking off in the middle of the night, but it’s the only time I can ensure that I’m going to get out with my dignity intact. 

As quietly as possible, I pull my bags out of the closet and my keys off the key hook. Opening the door, I breathe in the cold winter night. My first taste of freedom in over six months. A voice from down the hallway stops me in my tracks. 

“Going somewhere?” Dawson asks, voice scratchy with sleep. 

Part of me wants to turn around and put my bags up. To beg for forgiveness and hope this isn’t the time he’ll begin using his fists. But I push that reaction down, determined to take my stand and be the strong person I know is hidden deep inside me. “Yeah,” my voice comes out in a squeak. Clearing my throat, I try again. “Yes, I’m going to my parents.” 

“No, you aren’t,” he takes a step toward me, hands curled into fists at his side. 

The urge to retreat courses through me. Dropping my bags and running for my car would be the easiest option. But… it could also end with me stumbling over something and hurting myself in the process. If I don’t stand up for myself now, there’s no guarantee I won’t come back to him later. It’s a vicious cycle, and one that I’m sick of. Straightening my back, I broaden my shoulders. I refuse to let him intimidate me the way he has. Refuse to let him think he can control me for one second longer. “Yes, I am,” I lift my chin higher. “I’m done, Dawson. This isn’t working for me. The yelling, throwing things at me… I deserve more than that. You aren’t the man I thought you were when we first moved in together. I won’t be your prisoner anymore.” 

Tightening my grip on my keys in one hand, and my bag in the other, I step outside the door. This place is no longer my home. “Goodbye, Dawson.” 

“You can’t just leave me, Sophie.” His voice is pained. “I’ll do better. Go to counseling. Anything.” The sad thing is, I’ve heard all this before. Things will be great between us for a week or two, then it’s back to the same old story. 

“Sorry,” I close the door behind me and walk briskly to my car. Fear makes me want to look back, but I don’t. He’s not going to follow me. Not yet, anyway. I’m sure he’ll show up at my parents’ house with some sob story. But by then, it’ll be too late. They’ll know the truth of how my life has been. There’s no way Mom, or Dad, will let him come anywhere near me. 

Unlocking my car door, I throw my bags into the passenger seat before sliding behind the wheel. A glance toward the apartment shows Dawson’s shadowed outline in the doorway. Without taking my eyes off the door, I start the car and put it in gear. It’s time to rebuild myself and put everything Dawson tore down back together.





Katrina Marie lives in the Dallas area with her husband, two children, and fur baby. She is a lover of all things geeky and Gryffindor for life.





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