RESTRAINT by Adriana Locke
Release Date: August 3rd (Amazon & KU
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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.
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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THE BEST MAN (Chesapeake Shores #2) by Andi Burns
Release Date: June 24th
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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.
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?”
“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.
A RECKLESS NOTE (The Brilliance Trilogy #1) by Lisa Renee Jones
Release Date: June 23rd
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I’m drawn to his passion, his talent, a darkness in him that somehow becomes my light, my life. I know he has secrets. I don’t care. Because you see, I have secrets, too.
I kiss him with abandon, with passion. I kiss him with my own demand, and then he tears his mouth from mine and backs me up until I’m pressed against his grand piano. “What are you doing to me?” he demands.
“This,” I say, pressing my hands under his T-shirt.
In reply, he tugs the shirt over his head and tosses it aside. “Is that what you want?”
“Yes,” I say with no hesitation, my hand caressing the musical notes on his arm, tattoos that say he claims who he is, he embraces who he is. I want this man. I give myself permission to own my desires the way he owns me just by being in the same room as me. And I’m not afraid of that. Not here. Not now. Not this night.
He grips the piano behind me, “Do you know what I want, Aria?”
There’s an edge to him again now, a dark edge that shouldn’t appeal to me, but it does, it so does. I ask the question he’s demanded. “What do you want, Kace?”
“Too much,” he says. “Too much, Aria.”
He means it. It’s in this moment that I understand the hot and cold I’ve experienced with this man is far more than I realized. He wants me. He doesn’t want to want me. He doesn’t believe I should be here. My defenses flare and my hand presses to his bare chest. “Why am I here then? You don’t want me here.”
“I want you, Aria. Very much. Too much. That’s the point.”
“But you don’t want me here.”
He cups my face and stares down at me, the hardness, somehow tender. “I do very much want you here.”
“You’re confusing me.”
“The feeling is mutual, baby,” he says, his voice thick with emotion that I don’t understand, that I’m not sure I’ll ever understand. But it moves me. He moves me and I reach up and cup his hand on my face.
“What are we doing, Kace?” I whisper.
He leans in and brushes his lips over my lips, a feather-light seduction that trembles through me. “This.” His mouth closes down on mine and his tongue licks past my teeth, a long, deep stroke that is seduction and power, passion, and dominance. I’m panting when his lips part from mine, linger there, his finger stroking my cheek.
“You, woman,” he murmurs, a hint of torment in his voice. “You are going to be my undoing.”
I don’t know what that means, and I don’t have time to analyze it anyway. Not when he reaches up and catches the zipper at the front of my dress, and heat pools low in my belly, every inch of me alive. I am alive with this man, a ball of nerves and desire like I have never known. Slowly, so very slowly, he lowers it, but his gaze is locked with my gaze. The zipper slides past my belly and halts at the top of my thighs.
His hands settle at my waist, and he leans in and kisses me. I can taste that dark edge on his tongue again, I can taste the demand, the absolute control. In this moment, I remain acutely aware of how much that control arouses me, how much it calls to me.
His lips leave mine, the hunger in his stare ravenous, but I have this sense that this is still about control to him—he allows me to see this. His control is a need, an absolute need that I understand. It’s the kind of need that we aren’t born with. It’s created. I find myself in contradiction to what I need, in wanting to give him what he wants. I am in fact wet and trembling with the idea of giving him the control.
But that means trust, the kind of trust that has left me alone and that I give no one.
And yet I am here with him. Haven’t I already made the decision to trust him, not with my secrets, but with my body?
His hands go to my shoulders, sliding under my dress, scooting the straps halfway down my arms. He captures me with the material, holds me with one hand, but I’m not thinking about being held captive. I’m thinking about his lips lingering above mine again, his breath a warm tease that promises a taste that does not come. He doesn’t kiss me. I want him to kiss me, I want it so badly that it hurts.
But still, he doesn’t.
He pulls back, his gaze lowering to the swell of my breasts, his fingers stroking the sensitive skin just above the black lace of my bra, my nipples puckering beneath the silk. His gaze lifts to mine and he catches the front clasp of my bra. He shoves aside the cups, his attention returning to my breasts, and my lashes lower with the heat of his inspection, a wave of unexpected shyness overtaking me. He has this way of making me feel owned and it’s intense, so very intense.
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In addition to the success of Lisa’s INSIDE OUT series, she has published many successful titles. The TALL, DARK AND DEADLY series and THE SECRET LIFE OF AMY BENSEN series, both spent several months on a combination of the New York Times and USA Today bestselling lists. Lisa is also the author of the bestselling WHITE LIES and LILAH LOVE series.
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RISING (Slay #4) by Laurelin Paige
Release Date: May 12th
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The stakes have never been higher, and she’s full of the devil.
Edward Fasbender is my husband.
Together, we brought down powerful men.
Now we have a chance to start over. To be the family neither of us ever had, to leave the past in the past where it belongs. Edward has a choice to make.
It will decide if we fall into the flames–or rise together.
She cried out, on the verge of orgasm, I suspected, but she managed to hang on, and a moment later she was collected enough to speak. “Even without the secrets, you scare me.” It was quiet, a confession of sorts. “You’re the only person who has ever loved me exactly like I am. The only person I’ve ever trusted entirely. That means you are more capable of hurting me than anyone who has hurt me before, and that’s the most frightening thing I’ve ever imagined.”
My tempo stuttered as I digested her words. Knowing everyone who had hurt her, knowing the ways they’d hurt her—that was a mighty declaration. It rocked me at my core. Made me off balance. That was a form of submission, wasn’t it? Being vulnerable like that. Making me aware of my power.
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With millions of books sold worldwide, Laurelin Paige is a New York Times, Wall Street Journal and USA Today Bestselling Author. She is a sucker for a good romance and gets giddy anytime there’s kissing, much to the embarrassment of her three daughters. Her husband doesn’t seem to complain, however.
When she isn’t reading or writing sexy stories, she’s probably singing, watching Game of Thrones or Letterkenny, or dreaming of Michael Fassbender. She’s also a proud member of Mensa International though she doesn’t do anything with the organization except use it as material for her bio.
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HARVEST OF SIGHS (Thornchapel #3) by Sierra Simone
Release Date: May 1st
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The genius and the sunshine girl. As children, we fought bitterly and often, bickering every chance we got.
But then we grew up.
Then we came back.
Delphine Dansey carries her heart on the outside of her body; she’s looking for love and chasing dreams. She’s spoiled and selfish, the kind of beautiful that’s made for money and fame. But somehow she’s ended up in my keeping: a pretty submissive I can’t seem to resist, a lover who obsesses and tempts me.
I thought I’d locked my heart away a long time ago, along with all my other weaknesses. But some doors won’t stay closed, no matter how hard I fight to keep them shut. She unravels me, just like our friends are unraveling, just like Thornchapel itself is unraveling.
All year long, we’ve been sowing lust and jealousy and pain, heedless of the consequences. But a harvest is inevitable, and so now we must reap our sorrows.
And our sighs.
*Harvest of Sighs is Book Three in the Thornchapel series.*
“Dammit, Auden, let me the fuck go.”
“Use your safeword, and I will.”
I open my mouth.
I can’t make the words come out.
May I, I think. May I, May I, May I. But still my tongue won’t move; the sounds won’t push past my lips.
Auden’s mouth curls up at the corner. “That’s what I thought.”
“Fuck you,” I retort.
“No,” Auden says heatedly, his hands tightening on my wrists, “fuck you. Just yesterday you promised—you promised me that you were mine, you promised me forever together. You swore. And now you’re running away again? You couldn’t even keep your promise for twenty-four hours?”
I sputter, tripping over the words as they tumble out of my mouth. “There is no promise, Auden! Things have fucking changed! And you lied about it! Jesus fucking Christ, Auden, you lied about it.”
“I didn’t lie.”
“You didn’t tell me.”
He sniffs. “That’s not lying.”
I glare at him. He glares right back at me. “That’s a juvenile justification and you know it,” I say.
“I was going to tell you.”
“When? After you’d fucked me again? Or after Lammas? Or maybe ten years from now when I finally worked up the courage to ask you to marry me?”
Auden’s glare softens into something boyish and vulnerable. He blinks long-lashed eyes at me. “You want to marry me?”
“Oh my God, Auden, that’s not the point,” I groan. “The point is we can never get married, and we can’t be together, and we can never be together again, and you knew and you didn’t tell me. You let me—you let us—yesterday, we—”
I can barely get the words out. He and I have done something unthinkably bad, something so wrong that even the word wrong isn’t heavy enough. We were more wrong than wrong—we were corrupt and unholy. Immoral and depraved.
“I know what we did yesterday,” Auden says, his voice as gentle as the grip on my wrists is firm. “I don’t see the problem, and I don’t see why you can’t keep your promise to me.”
I stare at him a moment, totally confounded. “Auden…am I talking at thin air right now? Am I not making sense? Is it my accent? Should I switch to yours?” I say the last part in my best I wear a regatta blazer to actual regattas voice, and he makes a face.
“Don’t do that, you’re terrible at it,” he says. “Listen, it’s not like—this isn’t like you’re thinking. I didn’t wait to tell you because I was trying to trick you, I waited because I wanted to find the right way to explain it all. Say it the right way so that you wouldn’t run away from me when I told you, so that you wouldn’t sever your heart from mine. I didn’t want this to be the end of us. And why should it be? Why shouldn’t you belong to me?” he finishes with a wild urgency.
I search his face. His stupid, handsome face, where even now I see glimmers of yesterday’s revels. A small bruise in the shape of Rebecca’s bite on his jaw, visible even under the shadow of his day-old beard, a small scratch disappearing into his cinnamon-colored hair from his run through the trees. The vibrant flicker of those hazel eyes—the eyes of the forest.
Never in a thousand years did I think God would be this sadistic or this pitiless, to put me in a position where I have to refuse this man.
“You know why I can’t,” I say finally. “We can’t. We just—it can’t be, Auden. You know this.”
His eyes stay stark and raw on mine as he says, “But I want you.”
“But I want it,” he says, and with his eyes like that and his voice so low, there’s no mistaking what it is.
“You can’t want it,” I whisper, and his grip tightens on my wrists as he pushes them out to the sides until my arms are spread on either side of me and my wrists are pinned to the wall. It’s like I’m about to be crucified, like I’m already on the cross, but without the nails and the thorns, because Auden himself is all the nails and thorns I’ll ever need.
“Oh, can’t I?” he says. “Because I do, St. Sebastian, I do want it. I need it. I don’t care what that makes me, I don’t care what that means for my immortal soul. I’ve known you were mine since I kissed you in the thorn chapel, and I’ve known that you wanted to be mine since you let me bite your lip until it bled.” His eyes drop to my lip piercing now, and I can feel how much he wants to pull on it and kiss it. I can feel how much he wants that labret running along his shaft, how much he’d love to see it gleaming in the dark while he fucks me. “You can run away all you want, but it’s too late. You already swore to me. I’ve already known what it was like to have your heart in my hands, and it’s simply too late.”
He ducks his head enough to move his lips over mine—something both more and less than a kiss—something like a promise made with touch instead of words.
And fuck me if I don’t want to promise something right back.
“It can’t be too late,” I whisper. “Even if you did wait to tell me until you got what you wanted.”
Auden doesn’t lift his mouth from mine, and I feel his words as much as I hear them.
“And what did I get, my little martyr? What do you think I wanted?”
I wish so much I weren’t still hard as I answer him. “You wanted to fuck me.”
“No,” he says, tugging on my lip piercing with his teeth. “I wanted what I still want.” He kisses me again. “I want forever, stubborn boy. Only that.”
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PUCK MONEY (Vegas Crush #4) by Raine Miller Writing As Brit DeMille
Release Date: March 12th
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What is PUCK MONEY about?
💵 A super nerdy financial manager running from a scandal.
🏒🥅 A smoking hot hockey player with an embarrassing secret.
🎰 Plenty of Las Vegas shenanigans and some really steamy _ _ _ _ i n g sessions.
⚡ Sexy Harry Potter readings.
🐉 Russian accents and Dragon tattoos.
Finally, I take a deep breath and turn, my cup in my hand. But Boris is right there. And I’m me, so my hot cup of tea spills. This time, it’s not on me, but on Boris’ nice, white shirt.
He yelps—because, you know, it’s freaking hot—and immediately pulls his shirt up over his head.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” I yell while grabbing a dish towel and running it under the cold water from the faucet. I reach out, dabbing the cool rag onto his very defined chest and abs, working completely on autopilot. It takes a moment for me to realize I’m touching his bare skin.
I back away, the rag still in my hand, my hand still halfway between him and me, and apologize again, feeling helpless. “Shit. I’m such a klutz. I’m so sorry I hurt you.”
Boris takes the hand with the rag in it and catches my gaze. I look away, licking my lips, but looking away from the intensity in his eyes means taking in the rest of him. Oh well, if I must. Powerful shoulders, washboard abs, bulging biceps. There’s a patch of dark hair on his chest, a thin happy trail that leads down underneath his jeans. And that big, beautiful dragon tattoo snaking up one arm. He looks sexy and fit and just the right mixture of bad and good.
Christ. I might pass out. This guy is… He can’t be real.
“It’s okay,” he says quietly. “Accidents happen. I shouldn’t have startled you like that.”
I gulp—literally gulp—and give a weak nod in response. He nods back and drops my hand.
“Well, now I have to read you that book, I suppose,” I say, a half-hearted attempt at a joke.
“I insist.” His short and simple response hits me right between the legs but I force them to move forward anyway, over to my chaise. I sit in my favorite spot on one end, my feet curled under me and pull my gray chenille blanket up over my lap. This is a cue for LuLu, who’s been hiding who-knows-where, to jump up on me with a loud greeting.
“Hello, my sweet girl.” I pet my fluffy white cat as she purrs and rubs on me, happy to have her mommy home again.
“Who is this?” Boris asks.
“This is LuLu, spoiled fur-child.”
He reaches over to give her a pet and says, “Hello LuLu. You are as beautiful as your mother.”
I blush again, not used to being complimented like this. “You’re good for our ego, sir. Maybe we’ll invite you over more often.”
“I would like that.” His delicious accent makes even the simplest phrases sound sexy and potentially wicked.
Blushing again, I look down at the book in my hands for distraction. It’s a sci-fi type of book with a strong female lead and a strong side of romance. It was good. Not one of my top ten, but I can see a dude liking it.
As I start to read, Boris leans his head back against the back of the chaise, closing his eyes. I might worry he’s fallen asleep, but I see his face react as I read. His lips are a distraction as they twitch in response to funnier lines in the book. I want to kiss those lips of his and know what they feel like moving against mine. Badly.
I read about three chapters before a big yawn interrupts me. Boris opens his eyes and looks me over.
“It’s way past my bedtime,” I admit.
“One more chapter and then I’ll go.”
I can’t say no to that, can I? I start up again, but this time he doesn’t close his eyes. He watches me the whole time. Every word. And that dark look in his eyes returns—the one I saw when we were dancing earlier.
Is he…turned on? By my reading?
I finish the chapter and then mark the page. We stare at each other for a long time. I can feel my breathing becoming labored until I can no longer deny what’s going on here. My attraction to this man is intensely powerful. He’s just…good…for lack of a better descriptor. Is it possible the perfect man exists, and his name is Boris Drăghici? There’s definitely something different about him from other men. He’s so much more than his amazing body and that chiseled jawline.
The whole package.
And I’m into all of it.
I want him.
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Brit DeMille is Raine’s alter-ego in case you didn’t know.
And she is having an absolute blast writing books that are a little bit different from what Raine usually writes. Brit loves stories about sexy billionaires [millionaires make the cut too] who fall in instalove with young women who may or may not be virgins, and then go on to make adorable babies together. In addition to the billionaires, hot hockey players are at the top of her list of favorite heroes, along with royals and ex-military bodyguards.
The most important thing to Brit when she writes a story is a happily ever after. But during the actual writing of the story, the most important thing to Brit is a cup of hot tea with a splash of milk, and a stash of cherry Jolly Ranchers. A dog or two will likely be in between Brit and the chair at any given moment, which is very handy, because they are the ones who approve everything she writes.
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Kiss the Stars
A Falling Stars stand-alone romance from A.L. Jackson
Coming March 5th
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A.L. Jackson is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author of contemporary romance. She writes
emotional, sexy, heart-filled stories about boys who usually like to be a little bit bad.
Her bestselling series include THE REGRET SERIES, CLOSER TO YOU, BLEEDING STARS, FIGHT FOR ME, and
CONFESSIONS OF THE HEART novels. Watch out for her upcoming stand-alone, KISS THE STARS, releasing March 5th.
If she’s not writing, you can find her hanging out by the pool with her family, sipping cocktails with her friends, or
of course with her nose buried in a book.
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