Accidentally Yours by Ilsa Ames

Title: Accidentally Yours

Author: Ilsa Ames

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: November 5, 2018

Blurb

Possessive, dominant, undeniable.

She and I are strangers,

But there’s a billion-dollar inheritance at stake.

It’s simple: get fake-married, get the money.

But I don’t want her for a little while. I want her
for always.

It’s all supposed to
be pretend. Get fake married, have a kid, prove I can have a family, and I get
a billion-dollar inheritance from the father I always hated.

It’s all pretend,
until I say “I do”. And suddenly, I don’t want sweet, innocent, sassy little
June “just for now”. I want her forever.

We’re supposed to
play the part for the cameras and the lawyers. I’m not supposed to fall for
her. I’m not supposed to want her like this. I’m not supposed
to totally fucking lose myself in claiming her body, and possessing her, and
just wanting more of her.

We faked it at the
altar. But there’s no faking it in the bedroom. It’s all supposed to be
pretend. But once I get my hands on her, she’ll know I’m playing for keeps.

I’m her first. Oh,
and she’ll be my last. She’ll be my everything, forever, even if she doesn’t
know it yet.

This was all about
the money at first. Now, it’s all about her.

Accidentally
Yours is a full-length contemporary arranged-marriage romance. Hot, steamy, and
all the feels, with one extra-hot obsessed alpha hero. Safe, no cliffhanger,
and a guaranteed happy ever after!

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Ilsa Ames
is two die-hard romance readers-turned-authors. Best friends, moms, secret (and
sometimes not so secret…) smut lovers, and crappy reality television
junkies.



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hot, dominant alphas, smart, sassy heroines, & contemporary romance stories
to make you say "yes please!". 

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Breaking His Law by Madison Faye

Title: Breaking His Law

Series: Sugar County Boys #5

Author: Madison Faye

Genre: Standalone Contemporary Romance

Cover Design: Coverlüv

Photo: JW Photography and Covers

Models: Darrin James Dedmon & Kodi Kristofferson

Release Date: November 12, 2018

Blurb

What happens when a devil falls for an angel?

One sassy FBI agent is about to get tied up with
the biggest crime boss in Kentucky.

They’ll say it’s forbidden. They’ll say it’s wrong.

But this kingpin needs a queen.

And she’ll be getting all of his crown…

Kingpin. Devil. Beast.
Every story has a villain, and trust me, I’m every inch the bad man they
say I am. I’m ruthless, brutal, and cold.

…But that’s before
Taylor crashes into my world.

She’s my complete
opposite. Innocent, good, pure. A sweet as pie country girl that a demon
like me should stay the f*ck away from, for so many damn reasons. Reasons like
her being half my age. Or that her family and mine have been feuding for
generations.

…And the little
detail that little miss innocent works for the damn FBI.

She’s here to take
me down. And I’ll be going down all right, but not in the way she thinks I am.
Because I’ve had a taste, and now I want the rest.

She’s my temptation.
My weakness, my forbidden desire. She’s my ruin. Legs for days. Curves
that beg for my strong hands to grab ahold of. Lips that were made for
me to claim.

I’ve been a devil.
I’ve been a bad, bad man. But even devils get a chance at redemption.
And she’s mine.

Even the most
dangerous beast can be tamed.

…But she’s gonna
need both hands to tame me.

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#1 bestselling contemporary romance author Madison Faye is
the dirty alter ego of the very wholesome, very normal suburban housewife
behind the stories. While she might be a wife, mom, and PTA organizer on the
outside, there’s nothing but hot, steamy, and raunchy fantasies brewing right
beneath the surface!



Tired of keeping them hidden inside or only having them come out in the
bedroom, they’re all here in the form of some wickedly hot stories.
Single-minded alpha hero, sinfully taboo relationships, and wildly over-the-top
scenarios. If you love it extra dirty, extra hot, and extra naughty, this is
the place for you! (Just don’t tell the other PTA members you saw her here…)



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As You Were by Lee Piper

Title: As You Were

Series: A Rising Star Novel Book 2

Author: Lee Piper

Genre: Contemporary Rocker Romance

Release Date: December 7, 2018

Cover Design: Hang Le

They say love is beautiful.

They lie.

Love is a dark, broken man with whiskey-colored eyes. Love is knowing he will never return my feelings. It is the final chord of a guitar riff as it bleeds into silence.

Love is Zeke Danton.

I convinced myself I needed him. I thought there was no one better to record my debut album with…

I was wrong.

Encased in layers of ice, he wears his pain like a protective shield.

Wanting what I can’t have might ruin me. But so help me, I crave his destruction.

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Lee Piper is a lover of books. She often juggles reading seven novels at a time for the sheer joy of it. At the grand old age of five, Lee Piper decided to become an author, however found a limited market for her unicorn stories. So, high school English teacher it was.

At thirty-two, and grieving the loss of her second miscarriage, Lee Piper turned to novels—Kylie Scott to be precise—to escape the pain. This then inspired her to write Rock My World, the first in a four part contemporary romance series. Her debut novel not only reached the second round of the 2016 Emerald Award, but also became an Evernight Publishing bestseller within the first two weeks of publication.

Lee Piper lives in Adelaide, South Australia with her drummer husband, cheeky daughters, and one very crazy dog.

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The Seas of Distant Stars by Francesca G. Varela

Literary Science-Fiction

Date Published:  August 7th, 2018

Publisher: Owl House Books

Agapanthus was kidnapped when she was only two years old, but she doesn’t remember it. In fact, she doesn’t remember her home planet at all. All she knows is Deeyae, the land of two suns; the land of great, red waters. Her foster-family cares for her, and at first that’s enough. But, as she grows older, Agapanthus is bothered by the differences between them. As an Exchanger, she’s frail and tall, not short and strong. And, even though she was raised Deeyan, she certainly isn’t treated like one. One day, an Exchanger boy completes the Deeyan rite-of-passage, and Agapanthus is inspired to try the same. But, when she teams up with him, her quest to become Deeyan transforms into her quest to find the truth―of who she is, and of which star she belongs to.

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 Her name back then was not Agapanthus. It was Aria. Aria like the song the wind made through cottonwood trees. They reminded Aria’s mother of feathers, and she often watched the cotton tufts as they floated through the dusk air. She loved when they melted into the flowing, pebble-braided creek, high with water after a storm, or even as they joined the summer trickle when the creek lay stagnant. On summer nights the water shone thick with flies, with dark red clay and the sticky tips of fallen leaves that caked together at the bottom. The freeway hissed in the distance, cars and blackness glimmering just beyond the blackberry bushes.

  Aria’s mother pretended the freeway didn’t exist. She often sat alone, or with Aria scrunched between her thighs, while the trees creaked, and the air stunk of pollen. When the cold air spread bumps over their skin she raised her daughter to her feet and draped Aria’s long blonde hair over her shoulder so she could wipe the dust from her pants.

  They held hands as they emerged from the ravine. There was the sky again, pale and waning. There sliced the blurred traffic, blazing as always in front of their one-story house. There glowed the fields, the sheep far beyond, the hills broken by dirt patches that always shone reddest at sunset. But sunset was past, so Aria’s mother nestled her daughter inside.

  Her husband’s stomach propelled, jiggling, upward and downward with his sleeping breaths. His hands clenched the armrests of the yellow recliner, the remote wedged between his side and the seat. Aria’s mother patted Aria toward the kitchen and kissed her husband’s forehead. He smelled like cinnamon and orange peels, soft remnants of the tea he had finished after dinner.

  Aria’s father woke up slowly. He scooped his wife into his lap. She murmured something about Aria’s bath, and then she burrowed her head into the warmth of his shoulder. They breathed together. The screen door slid open, but neither of them heard it. They didn’t hear Aria’s lithe footsteps against the wooden stairs. They didn’t hear her slide down, crawling on her knees into the grass, unsure of how to balance on the changing surface. She couldn’t speak yet, so she didn’t know what the trees were called, but she knew she wanted to stay with them for a little longer.

  The grass massaged her bare feet and made them itch. Aria looked up at the clouds. The moon was there, too; strangely thin, strangely weak. It wasn’t dark enough for the moon. A bright star shined over the hill already. It grew brighter. Brighter. Then there was darkness. Claws on her shoulders. Flashes of light so hot she cried out as they teared at her, pulled her up, gripping her shoulders until she felt they would pop from their sockets. And then smooth black stone. And then—nothing. back then was not Agapanthus. It was Aria. Aria like the song the wind made through cottonwood trees. They reminded Aria’s mother of feathers, and she often watched the cotton tufts as they floated through the dusk air. She loved when they melted into the flowing, pebble-braided creek, high with water after a storm, or even as they joined the summer trickle when the creek lay stagnant. On summer nights the water shone thick with flies, with dark red clay and the sticky tips of fallen leaves that caked together at the bottom. The freeway hissed in the distance, cars and blackness glimmering just beyond the blackberry bushes.

  Aria’s mother pretended the freeway didn’t exist. She often sat alone, or with Aria scrunched between her thighs, while the trees creaked, and the air stunk of pollen. When the cold air spread bumps over their skin she raised her daughter to her feet and draped Aria’s long blonde hair over her shoulder so she could wipe the dust from her pants.

  They held hands as they emerged from the ravine. There was the sky again, pale and waning. There sliced the blurred traffic, blazing as always in front of their one-story house. There glowed the fields, the sheep far beyond, the hills broken by dirt patches that always shone reddest at sunset. But sunset was past, so Aria’s mother nestled her daughter inside.

  Her husband’s stomach propelled, jiggling, upward and downward with his sleeping breaths. His hands clenched the armrests of the yellow recliner, the remote wedged between his side and the seat. Aria’s mother patted Aria toward the kitchen and kissed her husband’s forehead. He smelled like cinnamon and orange peels, soft remnants of the tea he had finished after dinner.

  Aria’s father woke up slowly. He scooped his wife into his lap. She murmured something about Aria’s bath, and then she burrowed her head into the warmth of his shoulder. They breathed together. The screen door slid open, but neither of them heard it. They didn’t hear Aria’s lithe footsteps against the wooden stairs. They didn’t hear her slide down, crawling on her knees into the grass, unsure of how to balance on the changing surface. She couldn’t speak yet, so she didn’t know what the trees were called, but she knew she wanted to stay with them for a little longer.

  The grass massaged her bare feet and made them itch. Aria looked up at the clouds. The moon was there, too; strangely thin, strangely weak. It wasn’t dark enough for the moon. A bright star shined over the hill already. It grew brighter. Brighter. Then there was darkness. Claws on her shoulders. Flashes of light so hot she cried out as they teared at her, pulled her up, gripping her shoulders until she felt they would pop from their sockets. And then smooth black stone. And then—nothing.

About the Author

Francesca G. Varela was raised in Oregon’s Willamette Valley. In 2015 she graduated from the University of Oregon with degrees in Environmental Studies and Creative Writing, and she then went on to receive her master’s degree in Environmental Humanities from the University of Utah.

Francesca’s dream of becoming an author began in third grade, and her writing career had an early start; she wrote her award-winning first novel, Call of the Sun Child, when she was only 18 years old, and she wrote her second novel, Listen, when she was only 20.

When not writing or reading, Francesca enjoys playing piano, figure skating, hiking, identifying wild birds, plants, and constellations, and travelling to warm, sunny places whenever she can.

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