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Tuesday, November 6, 2018

River Bend Series by Niecey Roy

Title: With Every Breath

Series: River Bend #1

Author: Niecey Roy

Genre: Romantic Comedy

Release Date: October 26, 2015

Blurb

Jaden Miller had one
plan when she left her hometown, and it was simple—never return. She
has her dream job, her freedom, and miles separating her from a past she needed
to outrun. Only one thing could make her return to River Bend, and that’s her
best friend on the verge of a breakdown.

From the moment Cole
Brooks realized he married the wrong woman, he’d done his best to not let
fantasies of the one who got away haunt him. Now that his marriage is over, and
Jaden’s back in town, is the universe giving him a second chance?

Jaden isn’t about to
let her guard down around the man who broke her heart, but Cole won’t give up
until she admits how perfect they would be together.

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Title: Only Ever After

Series: River Bend #2

Author: Niecey Roy

Genre: Romantic Comedy

Release Date: October 3, 2018

Blurb

Hillary Dubas has everything she’s ever wanted. A family who
loves her, friends who are always there for her, and a successful bakery she’s
poured her heart and soul into. The one thing missing is love. Finding
her Ever After in her hometown is not so easy, though. In
fact, it’s really more of a nightmare. Especially when the only kissing she’s
doing is with a man who’s all wrong for her. She knows better than to get too
close to a playboy like Trey... Doesn’t she?

When Trey Thompson returned to his hometown to visit his ill
grandpa, he never thought he’d stay more than a few weeks. Now here he is,
nearly two years later. Still in River Bend. And Hillary—aggravating,
exasperating, breathtaking Hillary—is running around town, recklessly dating
anything with two feet. Not that he cares. He’s always considered her off
limits. So why can’t he keep his hands off her?

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Author Bio

Once upon a time, there was a young girl who wrote sappy
poetry about every relationship gone wrong. She had her heart broken many times
before the man of her dreams stepped off a big Navy ship and swept her off her
feet, promising to never hold her shoe obsession against her.

From that day forward, she swore she’d never again
write sappy poetry of unrequited love. Instead, a sucker for smooches and
happily-ever-afters, Niecey Roy now writes contemporary romance inspired by her
sailor’s sexy brown eyes and charming sense of humor.

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Merciless by Sybil Bartel

Merciless
Sybil Bartel
(Alpha Bodyguard #2)
Publication date: November 6th 2018
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

Bodyguard.
Mercenary.
Gun for hire.
I didn’t care what you called it, the end result was always the same.
You paid me for a job, you got results. The Marines trained me to shoot, but life taught me to aim. Working for the best personal security firm in the business was a stepping stone. Put in my time, build the résumé, then move on. I didn’t do attachments, on any level.
Until a smoking-hot former one-night stand crossed the street in front of me, holding a kid who was my spitting image. She tried to play it off, deny he was mine. She said she didn’t remember me, right before she turned around and ran. She thought she’d made a clean escape.
But she was about to find out how merciless a bodyguard could be.
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EXCERPT:

Holding a pile of bar towels, wearing clothes two sizes too big, her hair was a fucking mess of curls. Her gaze cutting to Dax, then me, she faltered. Pulling her arms in close, she rasped out an apology. “Sorry. I didn’t know we were open yet.”

Scratchy, sleep rough, and sexy as fuck, her voice went straight to my dick.

Dax gentled his tone. “It’s okay, Brookelyn. This is my friend, Collins.”

Unable to look away, I stared at her deep blue eyes. “Hey.”

Skittish like a cornered animal, her stormy-eyed gaze locked on mine for a split second then darted to Dax. “I’ll finish up later.”

Dax held his beer up. “You want to join us?”

Before he’d even finished asking the question, she was shaking her head. Her silky, almost black curls bounced around, and she tossed the towels on the cooler. “I gotta go.” She hightailed it back the way she came.

I stared after her, feeling like I’d just been sucker punched. Then said more than I should. “She’s pretty.” Even in her baggy clothes I could tell she had curves that’d make a man weak.

“Don’t even think about it,” Dax warned, practically growling at me. “She doesn’t need your brand of trouble.”

“I’m not trouble. I don’t fuck with women.” I was never around long enough.

He leveled me with a look. “The only thing you do is fuck with them.”

Author Bio:
Sybil Bartel grew up in Northern California with her head in a book and her feet in the sand. She dreamt of becoming a painter but the heady scent of libraries with their shelves full of books drew her into the world of storytelling. She loves the New Adult genre, but any story about a love so desperately wrong and impossibly beautiful makes her swoon.
Sybil now resides in Southern Florida and while she doesn’t get to read as much as she likes, she still buries her toes in the sand. If she isn’t writing or fighting to contain the banana plantation in her backyard, you can find her spending time with her handsomely tattooed husband, her brilliantly practical son and a mischievous miniature boxer…
But Seriously?
Here are ten things you probably really want to know about Sybil.
She grew up a faculty brat. She can swear like a sailor. She loves men in uniform. She hates being told what to do. She can do your taxes (but don’t ask). The Bird Market in Hong Kong freaks her out. Her favorite word is desperate…or dirty, or both—she can’t decide. She has a thing for muscle cars. But never reply on her for driving directions, ever. And she has a new book boyfriend every week—don’t tell her husband.
To find out more about Sybil Bartel, be sure to follow her on Twitter (she loves to hear about your favorite book boyfriend!), visit her website, like her on Facebook or join her Facebook group Book Boyfriend Heroes for exclusive excerpts and giveaways.
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Children of the Fog by Cheryl Kaye Tardif

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Psychological Thriller; Supernatural Suspense; Horror

Date Published: August 21, 2018 (Second Edition with new cover)

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* International & National Bestseller (200,000+ copies sold worldwide)

* Top 100 Paid Best Seller on Amazon

* #4 in Amazon Top 100 Paid Best Sellers Overall

* Top 100 Bestseller in Thrillers, Suspense, Horror, Paranormal, Occult, Ghosts

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YOU HAVE 10 SECONDS TO MAKE A DECISION: Let A Kidnapper Take Your Child, Or Watch Your Son Die. Choose!

Sadie O'Connell is a bestselling author and a proud mother. But her life is about to spiral out of control. After her six-year-old son Sam is kidnapped by a serial abductor, she nearly goes insane. It isn't just the fear and grief that is ripping her apart. It's the guilt. Sadie is the only person who knows what the kidnapper looks like. And she can't tell a soul. For if she does, her son will be sent back to her in “little bloody pieces.”

When Sadie's unfaithful husband stumbles across her drawing of the kidnapper, he sets into play a series of horrific events that sends her hurtling over the edge. Sadie's descent into alcoholism leads to strange apparitions and a face-to-face encounter with the monster who abducted her son--a man known only as...The Fog.

***CHILDREN OF THE FOG has a unique tie-in to Tardif`s newest thriller, SUBMERGED.

Excerpt

Sadie's woeful gaze drifted around the living room. Paper plates were piled everywhere. They had somehow gone astray and hadn't made it into the garbage can that she had so thoughtfully provided next to the dining room table. Plastic cups, some half full of pop, were on every table and counter space. There were more cups than there had been kids.

"Ugh," Leah said behind her.

Sadie followed her friend's gaze.

A chocolate cake smear—so dark it almost looked like dried blood—stretched across the kitchen wall, three feet from the ground, a small handprint at the end.

"Your house is a disaster," Leah said unnecessarily.

Sadie sighed. "Well, at least it's quiet."

Sam had gone upstairs to his room, tired from all the excitement and junk food. The last time she had seen him, he was lying on his bed.

"He's probably asleep," Leah said, reading her thoughts.

Sadie gulped down her ice tea, then set to work on the kitchen, while Leah looked after the living room. After an hour had passed, all that was left to do was run the vacuum over the carpets and turn on the dishwasher.

"All done," Leah said, wiping a bead of sweat from her brow.

"Thanks. I can handle what's left."

As Sadie watched Leah climb into her car, a part of her wanted to holler, 'Come back!'

"You're being silly," she muttered.

Sadie closed the door and slid the deadbolt into place. Then she locked up the rest of the house, set the alarm for the night and went upstairs to check on Sam.

When she opened the door to his room, she smiled. Sam was stretched out across his bed. On top of the blankets. A soft snore issued from his half-opened mouth. He had passed out from exhaustion, his face covered with chocolate cake, white, black and blue icing, and an orange pop mustache.

"Happy birthday, little man," she whispered, tucking an extra blanket around him.

She closed the door and headed downstairs to wait for Philip.

* * *

Sadie was abruptly roused from a deep sleep. She jerked to a sitting position, inhaling deeply, and looked at the space beside her. It was unoccupied, the blanket still tucked under the pillow. She had waited for Philip downstairs for hours. Eventually, she had given up and gone to bed.

She peered at the bedroom clock. It was half past midnight. She'd only been asleep for about forty-five minutes. In the murky shadows of the room, she felt a foreign presence, a movement of air that was so subtle it could have been her own breath.

A draft?

She squinted at the window. It was closed.

Somewhere in the house a floorboard creaked.

Philip must be home.

Tossing the blankets aside, she slid from the bed and walked to the door. Remembering the brick thrown through Sam's window, she froze. Her stomach fluttered as she imagined a gang of teen hoodlums breaking into the house.

But the alarm would go off, silly.

Still, she pressed an ear to the door and strained to listen.

At first, there was silence. Then another creak.

"Philip," she mumbled.

She was about to open the door when she heard an unfamiliar ticking sound. Had Philip bought a clock for the hall?

She listened again.

Tick… tick, tick.

Whatever it was, it was coming closer.

Her heart began to pound a maniacal rhythm and her breath quickened. When a shadow passed underneath the door, she held her breath. Her heart thumped almost painfully in her chest.

Then the shadow was gone.

Cautiously, she opened the door. Just a crack.

The hall was empty.

And no ticking.

Maybe I dreamt it.

With a tremulous laugh, she flung open the door, a show of false bravado. Maybe Philip was working in his office. Maybe he'd gone to check on Sam.

"Philip?"

She walked down the hall and stopped in front of Sam's room. Her toes tingled as a draft teased her feet. She shivered, then opened the door.

The window that Philip had replaced gaped open—black and hungry—like a mouth waiting to be fed. The curtains flapped in the night wind, two tongues lashing out.

She frowned. Philip hadn't left the window open. He'd gone to work early, without a word to either of them. And Sam couldn't have opened it. He wasn't tall enough.

Did I leave it open?

She crossed the room, barely looking at the mound in the bed. She reached for the window and tugged it shut. The lock clicked into place, the sharp sound shattering the stillness.

Then she glanced at the bed.

Sam hadn't even stirred. But then again, he never did. He was almost comatose when he slept and nothing could wake him early, short of a sonic boom.

She tiptoed to the bed and touched his hair. Then, closing her eyes, she leaned down, kissed his warm forehead and breathed in his sweet child scent. He smelled of chocolate and sunshine.

"Snug as a bug," she whispered.

She stepped back, her foot connecting with something soft and furry. Reaching down, she fumbled in the dark until she found the stuffed toy dog that Philip had given Sam the night before. She moved quietly toward the closet, inched the door open and tossed the toy inside. Then she stepped out into the hall, shutting the bedroom door behind her.

Her gaze flitted to the far end of the hallway, where shadows danced between silk trees that stood in the alcove. Beside the trees—two-thirds up the wall—was a small oval window, and through it, a full moon was visible. It hung in the cloudless sky, a pearlescent pendant on invisible string.

It was a beautiful night, one that was meant to be shared.

Loneliness filled her, but she shrugged it off and plodded down to the kitchen to get a glass of juice. Five minutes later, she went back upstairs, with every intention of crawling into bed and ignoring the fact that Philip hadn't even bothered to call on the night of their son's birthday party.

As she passed Sam's door, a flicker of light beneath it caught her eye. Then she heard a soft thud. Sam must have fallen out of bed again. He had done that on two other occasions. Usually he woke up screaming.

She opened the door and sucked in a breath as her gaze was captured by something that made no sense at all.

The window was open again.

She blinked. "What the—?"

Moonlight streamed through the window, illuminating the bed. It was empty.

"Sam?"

She reached for the light switch.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

At the sound of a stranger's hoarse whisper in her son's bedroom, she did the most natural thing.

She flicked on the light.

About the Author

Cheryl Kaye Tardif is an award-winning, international bestselling Canadian suspense author published by various publishers. Some of her most popular novels have been translated into foreign languages. She is best known for CHILDREN OF THE FOG (over 200,000 copies sold worldwide) and WHALE SONG.

When people ask her what she does, Cheryl likes to say, “I kill people off for a living!” You can imagine the looks she gets. Sometimes she’ll add, "Fictitiously, of course. I'm a suspense author." Sometimes she won't say anything else.

Inspired by Stephen King, Dean Koontz and others, Cheryl strives to create stories that feel real, characters you’ll love or hate, and a pace that will keep you reading.

In 2014, she penned her first “Qwickie” (novella) for Imajin Books™ new imprint, Imajin Qwickies™. E.Y.E. of the Scorpion is the first in her E.Y.E. Spy Mystery series.

Residing in West Kelowna, BC, Canada, Cheryl is now working on her next thriller.

Booklist raves, “Tardif, already a big hit in Canada…a name to reckon with south of the border.”

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Twitter: @cherylktardif

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I BET You by Ilsa Madden Mills

Title: I BET You

Author: Ilsa Madden-Mills

Genre: New Adult Romance (Standalone)

Release Date: October 29, 2018

Wall Street Journal bestselling author Ilsa Madden-Mills returns with an all-new swoon-fest of a novel about what happens when you look beyond labels and take a chance on love.

Sexy Athlete: I bet you…

Penelope Graham: Burn in hell, quarterback.

The late night text is random but Penelope knows exactly who “Sexy Athlete” is. And why she shouldn't take his wager.

Ryker Voss.

Football star.

Walks on water and God's gift to women.

Just ask him.

His bet? He promises Penelope he’ll win her the heart of the nerdy guy she’s been crushing on. His plan—good old-fashioned jealousy. Once her crush sees her kissing Ryker, he'll realize what he's missing. Sounds legit, right? The only question is…why is Ryker being so nice to her?

Penelope Graham.

Virgin.

Lover of sparkly vampires and calculus.

His mortal enemy.

Penelope knows she shouldn’t trust a jock, but what’s a girl to do when she needs a date to Homecoming? And Ryker’s keeping a secret, another bet, one that could destroy Penelope’s heart forever.

Will the quarterback score the good girl or will his secret mean everyone loses at this game of love?

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"I Bet You is a charming, sexy, funny and downright swoony romance set amongst all of the delicious fun of college football in the South. It's damn good." Mary at USA Today HEA⁣

"You find me someone better that writes football players... I'll be waiting because you'll never find better than Ilsa." We Like Them Dark, Goodreads⁣

"I Bet You is enemies-to-lovers GOLD. I devoured this funny, feel-good perfection in ONE DAY!" Dylan Allen, Bestselling Author⁣

Wall Street Journal best-selling author Ilsa Madden-Mills writes about strong heroines and sexy alpha males that sometimes you just want to slap. She's best known for her angsty and funny New Adult college romances.

A former high school English teacher, she adores all things Pride and Prejudice; Mr. Darcy is her ultimate hero.

She's also addicted to frothy coffee beverages, Vampire Dairies, and any book featuring unicorns and sword-wielding females.

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Sir's Rise by Red Phoenix

Title: Sir's Rise

Series: Rise of the Dominants #1

Author: Red Phoenix

Genre: New Adult

Release Date: November 6, 2018

Blurb

Explosive and hot!

I know her unspoken
desire when she gives me that coy look before disappearing into the row of
library books…

I’ve always had the
natural ability to unlock a woman’s hidden desires, but my life takes a
complete 180 when I’m introduced to my true calling.

In my journey to
become a Master, I make it my mission to indulge my submissives, as well as
challenge them.

But I’ve discovered
something equally valuable in the process. Family.

When everything
I’ve worked for is threatened, I am ready to fight—and I am a man who will do
whatever it takes to protect what's mine.

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Excerpt

From the 1^st Chapter: Surprise
Encounter

(The
Library Scene)

I watch
with interest as she gives me a flirtatious grin, adjusting her glasses before
getting up and heading to the reference section of the library. She’s wearing a
midline skirt that is conservative but still sways enticingly as she walks away
from me.

Taking her
cue, I set down my pen and leave my calculations on the table a few minutes
later. I survey the other students here, noting that they all seem preoccupied
and are not interested in what I am doing.

The
librarian, however, stares me intently as I walk past her. I give her a slight
nod, acknowledging her station, and watch with a sense of satisfaction as she
blushes.

Heading
deep into the reference section, I find my chestnut beauty hidden in the back.
A smile spreads across her face as I approach.

As she
opens her mouth to speak, I put my finger on those red lips and shake my head.
There will be no words between us.

I replace
my finger with my lips, pressing my mouth against hers.

Kissing her
gently at first, I feel her body respond to mine, and I slip my tongue into her
mouth.

She moans
softly, so I pull away shaking my head. The only way this continues is if she
stays totally silent.

Looking at
me with those sultry eyes, she tilts her chin up, begging for another kiss.

I claim
those sensual lips again while my hand begins exploring her curves. As my hand
moves downward, I grasp her waist, pulling her against me so she can feel my
growing excitement.

It has been
a while since I’ve felt the thrill of penetration, and my cock aches in
anticipation of it.

Hiking up
her skirt, I push her back against the shelves, the scent of old books
surrounding us as I feel between her legs. Her panties are already wet, letting
me know she’d been fantasizing about this encounter ever since she sat down
next to me.

Naughty girl…

I slip my
hand under the thin material and struggle not to groan when I feel the slick
warmth of her pussy. My body burns with desire.

Knowing
time is of the essence, I slip her panties down to her knees and unzip my
jeans. I pull a condom from my wallet
and watch her eyes widen as I roll it down over my hard shaft.

Sliding the
head of my cock against her tight opening, I take a few moments to build up the
sexual tension. The sound of a low cough echoing from somewhere in the library
only adds to the excitement of what we are about to do.

Looking
deep into her eyes, I lift her leg to open her pussy to me and slowly push my
cock into her.

She makes
the barest of sounds and I immediately pull out, raising my eyebrow. Looking at
me desperately, she bites her lip to show she’s serious about keeping silent.

I kiss
those red lips again as I slide my shaft back into her, pushing even deeper.
She trembles with need when I begin thrusting. The excitement of having sex in
the college library has both our hearts racing.

The small
beads of perspiration on her skin cause those sexy glasses to slip down the
bridge of her nose. I take them off and carefully set them on a shelf before
gripping her buttocks tight. I begin stroking her deeper while keeping eye
contact as I climb toward climax.

I want her
to join me and pull out slightly so I can reach down between her legs and play
with her swollen clit while I continue to thrust into her with my hard cock.

Unfortunately,
the cougher seems to be on the move and, by the sound of it, he’s headed
straight toward us.

It seems
the idea of being caught turns my chestnut beauty on, because her pupils grow
wider just before I feel her pussy squeeze my shaft with her orgasm. My body
instinctually responds, thrusting deeper as I follow with my own climax.

I quickly
pull out, slipping my cock back into my pants, condom and all. She barely has
time to pull up her panties and fix her skirt before he walks by our section.

I lean into
her, kissing her passionately to hide the reason for her panting breath, then
turn to give the guy a hard stare, letting him know he’s interrupted us.

He shrugs,
giving me an apologetic grin before covering his mouth and wandering off amid
another bout of coughing.

I look down
at her and smile as I gently place the glasses back on her face. Giving her one
last kiss, I signal that she should leave first. She glances back at me with
that coy grin just before disappearing around the corner.