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Excerpt Reveal + Pre-Order + Giveaway: Beneath the Stars by A.L. Jackson
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A Friends-to-Lovers Rockstar Romance from A.L. Jackson
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“Just how strong are ya, Mag Pie? Think you can sling me on that back and carry me inside?” He managed to only half slur the words.
Droplets of giddiness dripped into my chest. A well gathering fast. “You’re asking me if I can lift a Mack truck?”
“Hell, no. Just if you can tackle a stallion.”
He waggled his brows, though it was sloppy and goofy and kind of adorable, and god, how easily I could fall for this man.
Like slipping into quicksand.
“What would you say if I wanted to try?” I whispered, throat so tight it was difficult to speak.
He grunted. “I’d say that sounds like a mistake.”
“I thought you said I needed to make a few mistakes along the way?” I lifted my chin, my eyes searching his face in the darkness.
He forced a grin that felt wholly faked. “Ahhh…a few mistakes are called for. But believe me, baby, you don’t want this kind of tragedy.”
“Rhys—”
He shook his head to cut me off. “Don’t.”
I glanced back at the house. “I really should get Royce. He can help me get you inside.”
Rhys huffed out a laugh, shoving off the darkness that had gathered around him like a violent storm. He cocked a playful grin. “Think I’ve received my full allotment of death threats from your brother today, thank you very much. I can make it just fine.”
“Death threats?”
“Let’s just say he made our boundaries very clear.” He gestured at the bare space between us. “Just so you know, we’re already crossin’ them.”
I scowled. “When?”
“Doesn’t matter.”
I huffed a sigh.
Freaking Royce.
“Richard?” I offered instead.
“Nope. Good as new. Can’t keep a good man down.” His words were all slurry and mushed together.
He hopped up like he was going to prove the point.
Only he stumbled three feet to the side.
A goliath who swayed.
I jumped up and rushed to his side. “Whoa there, cowboy. You keep it up, and you’re definitely going down.”
He leaned against me, slinging his arm over my shoulders.
The man heavy and hard and pure masculinity.
He staggered a bit, and I struggled to keep him upright, because holy crap, he was made of brick.
Suddenly, his nose was in my hair. “Why you gotta smell so good, Mags? And this dress.”
My brain was short-circuiting with him this close.
With the words that slipped from his mouth so errantly.
With the way his fingertips grazed over the silky fabric in the barest brush.
Wildfire.
It consumed my flesh.
But it was my heart that was at risk.
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Excerpt Reveal + Pre-Order: One Time Only by Lauren Blakely
ONE TIME ONLY by Lauren Blakely
Release Date: November 18th
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“And what’s it going to take for you to have a clear mind?”
He inhales deeply, then licks his lips. “Maybe it’s going to take going through the distraction, rather than ignoring it.”
Ohhhh.
Keep talking. I am listening.
“And how would you like to do that?” I let him lay it out. He’s the one with the bigger risks, the one with the job worries.
He gives a casual, sexy shrug. “Maybe we need to deal with it.”
In the bedroom. Please say in the bedroom.
“How?”
“Get it out of our systems.”
And there it is. The recipe for my favorite kind of activity.
“Get it out of our systems . . . tonight?” I ask, waiting on a tightrope for the answer.
“One time only. Then I can think.”
My chest heats, and my lips form the only answer in my universe. “Far be it from me to stand in the way of your logic.”
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A fiery, passionate MM forbidden romance novel from #1 New York Times Bestselling author Lauren Blakely…
Ever hear the story about the bodyguard who falls for the rock star?
Yeah, it never ends well.
Each day I remind myself that it’s my job to protect Stone. And nowhere in the job description does it say I should lust after the charismatic, charming man.
Especially since we’re opposites.
But every night I spend with him the dangerous, off-limits attraction grows more intense.
Until one night in a limo when we combust.
One time only will have to be enough. One scorching, forbidden night.
Because the mistakes from the past are chasing me. And if I give in again, I’ll lose everything.
But sometimes you grab hold of the desire. And other times, the desire takes hold of you.
No matter the cost.
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Excerpt Blitz: Falling Into You by A.L. Jackson
I swooped her up. She squealed in surprise, and then she wrapped her arms around my neck and melted into me.
I carried her into her room. The whole time, I kissed her slow and desperate.
She whimpered and sighed, that honeyed tongue playing and dancing and teasing against mine.
Strokes and licks.
Desire lapped and sizzled and flamed.
Growing in strength.
I only stopped long enough to shut her door and click the lock before I set her in the middle of her room. “Let me look at you.”
“I think you’ve been lookin’ at me all night,” she teased.
A rough chuckle curled up my chest. “Not possible to pay attention to anything else when I’ve got heaven staring back at me.”
Heat crept up her chest and splashed her cheeks.
Girl so fucking sexy and so fucking sweet.
“You wreck me, Violet. Absolutely destroy me.”
“You ruined me the first time you touched me.”
“Hope you’re good with me touchin’ you time and time again.” It came out a warning.
She breezed out the wisp of a sigh. “I’m just fine with you ripping me apart while you’re keeping me together.”
Lust burst in my blood. A dam breaking way and sweeping away all control.
Need overwhelming.
Crushing.
Guts tied up and body aching to get lost in this girl.
“Gonna devour every inch of that delicious body,” I muttered, voice scraping the heated air.
Energy banged against the walls.
Trembled underfoot.
“You better.” I heard it for what it was. A demand.
My hands drove into her hair, and I jerked her mouth against mine in a punishing kiss.
She returned it, this girl giving me her all.
My hands found her neck, and I rode them all the way down to tease at her nipples through the clingy fabric. “This dress. This fucking dress, Violet. You are killing me, baby. Can’t handle how bad I want you. Every second. Every day. Not ever gonna let you go.”
“That’s good because I won’t let you leave me.” She pushed her hands to my chest and ran them up under my jacket, shoving it from my shoulders. I twisted out of it and let it drop to the floor, my hands rushing back to grip her by the hips.
I tugged her against my throbbing cock. “Feel that? What you do to me?”
Violet whimpered, and she started jerking through the buttons on my shirt. “I want to feel it. Want to feel it all.”
Yes-fucking-please.
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Excerpt Reveal + Pre-Order: The Anti-Boyfriend by Penelope Ward
Penelope Ward, comes a new standalone novel.
my neighbor Deacon frustrated me.
was great-looking and friendly.
walls were thin, and on occasion, he’d bring women to his place and keep me
awake while he “entertained” them.
mother to an infant, I didn’t appreciate it.
it was my turn.
daughter wouldn’t stop wailing one night, Mr. Manwhore came knocking on my
door.
at the sound of his voice, Sunny stopped crying. And when he held her…she
eventually fell asleep in his arms.
rough on the exterior, but apparently on the inside? Mr.
Single-and-Ready-to-Mingle was a baby whisperer.
night, we became friends.
coffee runs. Come over to chat. Normal friend stuff.
time, our conversations ran deeper. We got closer.
night we crossed the line.
friendship turned into a complicated mess.
and fallen for a guy who’d sworn off commitment and kids.
Deacon was starting to care for me too, even though Sunny and I didn’t fit into
any plan he’d ever imagined for himself.
wrong for me—so wrong that I’d dubbed him the “anti-boyfriend.”
did I wish more than anything that I could be the one woman to change him?
“Carys, like Paris,” particularly when I’m nervous. That was the case the first
time I met Deacon.
always. Today he wore a camel-colored suede coat with a shearling collar. His
blue eyes, which stood out against his tanned skin, glimmered under the
fluorescent lights overhead, which also brought out the copper tint to his
otherwise medium-brown hair. He was at least six-foot-two—a beanstalk to my
five-foot-four self.
here, towering over me, his musky smell saturating the air, I seemed to have
lost the words. Still, I was determined to speak up now or never.
goes. Still out of breath from my sprint up the stairs, I said, “Well,
honestly, in answer to your question… I’d love to say I’m doing great, but I
had a hard time getting to sleep last night. So, I’ve been better.”
mine, on the opposite side of the wall. Your…interactions…last night woke me up, and I had a hard time getting
back to sleep.”
were right behind me.”
like all my blood rushed to my head.
feel awkward, I guess.”
know you’re kidding.”
that I know you can hear everything. You should’ve said something.”
naked people? That’s why I’m saying something now.”
overheard things?”
wanted you to be aware of the situation. We don’t need to discuss it further.”
send me a message.” He snapped his fingers. “Something ironic like ‘The Sounds
of Silence’ by Simon and Garfunkel.”
and so sorry, Carys. Truly. I’ll try not to let it happen again.”
apartment doors.
move across the hall. The old lady must have been listening in. She lived
alone, and I often spotted her peeking out her door, spying on people.
said.
him to be more cocky.
well, I’ll let you get going.”
get good sleep, I’m trying to get things done in possibly the only hour of the
day I have free, and we just had the most awkward conversation EVER.
to eat my lunch and have some quiet time before my daughter wakes up from her
nap.”
bring groceries in while I tried to juggle Sunny and her stroller.
me.
quick errand, but I can stop somewhere on the way back.”
across the hall.
balls?” he whispered.
a minute before I could even speak. Deacon laughed, too, but I think he was
more cracking up at my reaction.
hard in weeks.”
anything. I had a couple of good friends in the city, but they worked and had
busy social lives. It wasn’t like they were around in the middle of the day to
run to the store for me. And given that it was fall in New York, it was getting
chilly out. I had to have a damn good reason to take Sunny out in the cold.
shop was definitely something people without babies took for granted. It wasn’t
worth having to bundle Sunny up.
back,” I finally said.
advantage.”
can do after disturbing your peace last night.”
“You’re not my gopher.”
and exaggerated manner, “What. Do. You. Need? I could run to the store.”
desperately needed.
never purchased them in my life.”
aware of the brief touch of his hand.
right kind.”
the contact from that brief exchange. Cheap thrills were as good as it got
these days.
text.”
it.”
just as good as the front. And moreover, it seemed Deacon was just as lovely on
the inside as he was on the outside.
door.
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in Boston with five older brothers and spent most of her twenties as a
television news anchor. Penelope resides in Rhode Island with her husband, son,
and beautiful daughter with autism.
million books sold, she is a 21-time New York Times bestseller and the author
of over twenty novels. Her books have been translated into over a dozen
languages and can be found in bookstores around the world.
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RESTRAINT by Adriana Locke
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Blaire Gibson knows better than to have one-night stands.
She prides herself on her decision-making skills. It’s the one asset that has never let her down. But even the best thinkers have weaknesses. Hers is a delicious business mogul with a quick tongue. Unfortunately for her, that tongue is good for more than just talking.
Holt Mason doesn’t need to justify anything to anyone.
He wants Blaire. He pursues Blaire. And he gets Blaire because that’s how his life works.
Until it doesn’t.
What begins as a single night in a hotel room spirals into an unusual agreement. As late nights provide the space to trade secrets and walls come tumbling down, more is shared than just pillow talk.
They both should’ve known better. They should’ve shown restraint. Because when guards are dropped, hearts get hurt.
*RESTRAINT is a brand-new standalone romance from USA Today Bestselling author Adriana Locke.
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There’s a look in his eye, something behind the brazen façade, that intrigues me. I haven’t given a man more than a dirty look in longer than I can remember. Who has the time? Who has the energy? Who wants to deal with that bullshit?
But as I stand on the porch of this beautiful home in the middle of a perfect southern evening, I remember Sienna’s instruction to enjoy my vacation.
“You don’t know enough about me to be right,” I volley back, continuing the banter because I can’t help myself.
“I disagree.” He shifts his weight, folding his arms across his chest. “I’ll tell you three things about you besides the obvious. If I’m right, you’ll go to dinner with me.”
I think this over. I didn’t tell him anything about me, not even my name. There’s no way he can actually come up with one thing, let alone three, that’s deep enough to warrant a dinner date.
If nothing else, it’ll be a fun little experiment and a chance for me to prove that men don’t know everything.
“Fine,” I say. “But you have to impress me. Hair color, eye color—those types of things don’t count.”
He grins. “Absolutely not. There’s no fun in that.”
“All right. Shoot.”
“Your name is Blaire,” he says, catching me off guard. “You like gummy bears but feel like it’s a childish thing to enjoy, so you try to be discreet about your obsession. You prefer the red ones and hate the green ones. You like shopping but hate spending loads of money on things you think are a waste.”
My jaw almost hits the floor.
“And,” he says, taking a step closer to me, “you don’t date because you don’t have time. You also find men to be barbaric, adolescent creatures which, may I add, I find offensive.”
“How could you possibly know all that?” I demand.
The heat rolling off his body clamors into me, upping the beat of my heart tenfold. I hate my reaction to him and I hate even more than I can’t control it.
“Lincoln said your name. You dropped the candy from your purse in the airport and I just happened to notice you had it hidden in a little pouch. All the red ones were gone and it was chock full of the green. Your lipstick was a type my mother uses, so I know it’s expensive as hell, but your earbuds earlier weren’t a name brand so I put together you don’t value them as much.”
“I just lose them constantly,” I say, still sorting his observations.
“And now you lost our bet. Ready to go?”
My summer dress billows in the breeze, reminding me, once again, I’m not home.
This wouldn’t be like a dinner with a man I see regularly or could even see regularly if I wanted to. He lives almost a thousand miles from me.
What could one dinner hurt?
“Fine,” I say, stepping around him. “But I’m driving.”
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Excerpt Reveal + Pre-Order: The Rivals by Vi Keeland
between Weston Lockwood and me started at the altar.
neither of us attended the wedding, and the nuptials happened decades before
either of us was born.
grandfathers had been best friends and business partners, at least up until my
grandfather’s wedding day—when his bride-to-be blurted out she couldn’t marry
him because she was also in love with Weston‘s grandfather.
spent years fighting over Grace Copeland, who also happened to be their third
business partner. But in the end, neither man could steal half of her
heart away from the other.
they all went their separate ways. Our
grandfathers married other women, and the two men became one of the biggest
business rivals in history.
continued the family tradition of feuding.
And then Weston and I did, too.
most part, we kept as much distance as possible.
day the woman who started the feud died—and unexpectedly left one of the most
valuable hotels in the world to our grandfathers to share.
stuck in a hotel with the man I was born to hate, trying to unravel the mess
our families inherited.
it didn’t take long for us to be at each other’s throats.
Lockwood was everything I hated: tall, smart, cocky, and too gorgeous for his
own good. We were fire and ice.
shouldn’t be an issue. Our families were used to being at war. There was just
one minor problem, though. Every time
Weston and I fought, we somehow wound up in bed.
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time. It illuminated, yet the car continued to sit there. So I jabbed my finger
at it a third time. Finally, the doors started to glide closed.
Just as they were about to shut completely, a shoe blocked them from
closing.
open.
this car, I can’t be responsible for what happens to you. I’m not in the mood
anymore.”
around. You’re taking things way too seriously.”
wanted to get a rise out of me? He was going to get one. The doors slid
shut again, and I turned and backed him into a corner. Seeing my face, he at
least had the decency to look a little nervous.
thinks I’m inept because I don’t have an appendage dangling between my legs.
The man I spent the last eighteen months with was cheating on me with one of my
cousins. Again. I hate New York City. I despise the Lockwood
family. And you think you can get away with anything you want just because you
have a big dick.” I jabbed my finger into his chest and punctuated each
staccato word with another stab.
realize we hadn’t started to move yet. Great.
Just fucking great. I jabbed the button a few more times, closed my eyes, and
took deep, cleansing breaths as we started to move. Halfway through breath
three, I felt the heat of Weston’s body behind me. He had to have moved closer.
I continued to try to ignore him.
for—what had it been now?—twelve hours? After the gauntlet run he’d
sent me on across town this morning, I probably smelled like BO. It pissed me
off that the asshole smelled…fucking delicious.
he now had a five o’clock shadow all along his chiseled jaw. It gave
him a sinister look. The suit that hugged his broad shoulders probably cost
more than Liam’s entire sweater wardrobe. Weston Lockwood was everything I
hated in a man—wealthy, good looking, cocky, arrogant, and fearless. Liam would
hate him. My father already hated him. And at the moment, those were actually
Weston’s strong points.
the stubble on his face, Weston slowly reached out and put a hand on my hip. At
first, I assumed he thought he needed to steady me, as he had when I’d wobbled
in the bar. Had I wobbled again? I didn’t think I had. But I
must’ve.
no misunderstanding his intention. He was not trying to
help me stay on my feet. In my head, my immediate reaction was to scream at
him, but somehow my throat felt too clogged to speak.
flickered, turning them almost gray, and his eyes dropped to my
lips.
I almost didn’t hear the ding of the elevator announcing that we’d arrived at
my floor. Thankfully it snapped me out of whatever moment of insanity I’d
slipped into.
managed to walk down the hall and make it to my room.
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is a #1 New York Times, #1 Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author.
With millions of books sold, her titles have appeared in over a hundred
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resides in New York with her husband and their three children where she is
living out her own happily ever after with the boy she met at age six.
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THE BEST MAN (Chesapeake Shores #2) by Andi Burns
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Ev
I was coasting along, living life, but not living it to the fullest.
I was going through the motions. Complacent. Static.
Until that night in December.
One night with a stranger in a sleepy tourist town changed everything for me.
And I can’t get Grace off my mind.
No last name, no address, nothing. So imagine my surprise when I see her again and realize how closely our lives are intertwined.
Whether she likes it or not, she’s stuck with me for now and I have plans to make our arrangement a permanent one.
The Best Man is a dual POV standalone in The Chesapeake Shores series. It follows The IT Guy.
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Excerpt from The Best Man by Andi Burns
“So, where are we headed tomorrow?” he asks.
“What? Nowhere. We are not headed anywhere. If Elaine needs me to, I might be going to see another photographer after I check out a venue, but you are not invited.”
“Why the hostility? You’ve been mad since we got in the car to go meet the photographer.”
His question is sincere; there’s no malice behind it. He’s not even being snarky. And yet, he’s still pissing me off.
And that pisses me off.
And I don’t know what to do about it.
So I take a drink.
And snack on some nachos. I can’t answer if I’m chewing–that’s just rude.
“Wow, you must be really hungry and thirsty…” he deadpans.
I nod, because my mouth is full. Also, if I open my mouth (once I’m finished chewing, of course), I might say hateful things.
“You’re also thoroughly pissed at me.”
Still chewing. Yep, chewing really well. No choking hazards here.
“And I can’t figure out why.”
I take a sip. You know, to aid with the chewing
He arches an eyebrow at me, and I might have returned it with half a smirk. But only half. I’ve given him too much of myself already.
In a move that would rival the swiftness of an NBA star, Ev swipes the nacho platter in one hand and my water in the other, holding both just out of my reach.
Now, at 5’10”, I’m a tall gal. I’ve got long limbs. But he’s taller. And he’s got the wingspan of a condor. So unless I want to cause a scene in this restaurant, I’m not getting my food or beverage back any time soon.
“Really? You’re withholding food and drink?”
“Yep.” I want to wipe that smile right off his face.
“You want to know why you piss me off?”
“I do.”
“Fine. It’s because no one pisses me off. I am fucking charming and goddamn delightful at all times.” I tell him this as I’m basically breathing fire in his direction.
“You were fucking charming and goddamn delightful when I met you in December, “ he confirms.
“Right? That was me in my natural habitat. I. Am. Lovely.” I seethe.
“While I’m in full agreement, the steam that’s virtually spewing from your ears causes me a moment’s hesitation.” Ev says.
“It’s because you’re back! You’re not supposed to be back! And you’re Elaine’s brother. You are not supposed to be Elaine’s brother!”
“Should I be taking notes as to all the things I’m not supposed to be or do?”
“No.” I roll my eyes.
“Wait, so is asking you if I should take notes one of the things I’m not supposed to do? Or is taking notes the thing I shouldn’t do? I’m just seeking clarification.”
“Oh, my God. None of this is going to matter because I’m going to strangle you.”
“Best to wait until after the boudoir shoot, don’t you think? You don’t want to rouse Lori’s suspicions. Plus, I know you want to see me naked again.”
This standalone is #2 in Andi Burns’s Chesapeake Shores Series and it releases June 24th!
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Andi Burns writes contemporary romance infused with humor, sass, and steam. She loves a happily-ever-after as much as her characters do, and she always reads the last page of a book first, just to make sure it all turns out okay.
Andi lives in Pennsylvania with her husband and two daughters. When she’s not writing, she’s reading, folding laundry, or daydreaming about her next hero and heroine.
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