Reckless by Sybil Bartel

Reckless
Sybil Bartel
(Alpha Bodyguard #3)
Publication date: December 3rd 2018
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

Bodyguard.

Escort.

Bad boy.

I didn’t come from the wrong side of the tracks. I was the wrong side. Every cliché you could think of, my family embraced. The only advantage I had was being the best-looking out of all my brothers. Except when I joined the Marines, looks didn’t count for shit downrange.

I wasn’t active duty anymore, and working for the best personal security firm in the business, my looks were getting me in more trouble than they were worth. I just didn’t realize how much trouble until a princess from a country I’d never heard of asked for me by name. Her request was simple—me, my gun, and an art opening. But she recklessly failed to mention one crucial part of the assignment… pretend to be her new fiancé.

Now she was about to find out how reckless a bodyguard could be.

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EXCERPT:

Luna opened the door immediately. “Living room.” He stepped back, letting me in.

I smelled her before I saw her.

Exotic spice mixed with ocean breeze, and I knew I was fucked. That kind of smell only came from someone with more money than I’d make in a hundred lifetimes—the kind of money that was generations deep. I may have grown up poor as hell, but this job had taught me there was all kinds of money.

This one was going to be classy.

I rounded the corner and almost froze in my tracks.

She wasn’t anything like the matriarch I was expecting. She was young.

And fucking stunning.

Covering my surprise, I smiled and, using my manners, held my hand out. “Damian Tyler, ma’am, but everyone calls me Tyler.”

Gorgeous, dark caramel-colored eyes looked at my hand then darted to my face, like she was as surprised to see me as I was her. Then her expression shut down, and her dark brown, almost black, hair shifted to cover half her face. Her hands clasped in front of her, resting regally against her white dress, she didn’t lift her slim, tanned arm to meet my gesture. She didn’t even move. She just stared at me.

Glancing at Luna, I dropped my hand.

Luna tipped his chin toward the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. “This is Sophia Paradis.”

Caught in her unwavering gaze again, I stared back. “Okay.”

Luna glanced at her. “Keep going?”

She inclined her chin once.

“More specifically,” Luna added. “This is Princess Calandra Sophia Paradis Spiros.”

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.

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Can't Help Falling in Love by Kathryn Shay

Title: Can't Help Falling in Love

Series: The Gentileschi Sisters #3

Author: Kathryn Shay

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: December 3, 2018

The Gentileschi Sisters are daughters of a king, princesses who come to the U.S. to pursue their careers and fall in love with seemingly unsuitable men.

At a Major League Baseball game, the stray pop-up ball is aiming right at neonatal nurse Evvie Gentileschi and hits her foot. Writhing in pain, she allows a complete stranger to help her, but she’s stunned when she discovers he’s the very batter who caused her injury. She has no idea one foul ball will change her life forever.

Star player Mike “The Jag” Jagielski leaps over the dugout, climbs into the stands, scoops up the woman his ball hit, and carries her to the medical tent. And damned if she doesn’t turn out to be a smart, witty, and surprisingly sensual woman. But there’s no way he’ll let her alter the course of his future.

Despite their protests, the princess and the ballplayer fall madly in love and lose all control of over what comes next.

The glamour of Major League sports and the inner workings of a NICU are the landscape on which the two radically different people struggle to make an impossible relationship work.

“I’m so glad you came for a couple of days.” Brie made the statement as she dressed for the last day of school in her bedroom. Evangelina sat on her sister’s bed, watching her. “But I’m sorry about the baby.”

A preemie had been born in the neonatal unit at the Children’s Care Center yesterday and died three hours afterward. Since Evvie had tended to the infant and was suffering over his death, she’d come to D.C. to stay with Brie to grieve...and to escape. “Thanks for letting me hang out here. I usually lay this all on Frankie, but she’s out of town.”

“I wish you’d come to me more.” Brie smiled. “I’m not that fragile, you know.” Last year had been tough for her sister.

Evvie smiled broadly. “I will, then.”

“Your guys are here in D.C.”

Baseball was Evvie’s go-to thing to cheer herself up and today, the Baltimore Lions, her favorite team, would compete against the Washington Raiders in an away-game matinee. “They are. For their yearly rival game.”

“That’ll certainly distract you.”

“Yep. And the atmosphere of any baseball park soothes me.”

“All those screaming fans?”

“I imagine your classroom resembles them sometimes.”

“Nah.” Brie taught in a low-income school. “I’ll be home by four but don’t rush getting back.”

“I’ll get dinner ready before I leave so you don’t have to do anything later.”

After Brie left, Evvie made an easy marina sauce, cooked up some meatballs and assembled lasagna. The spicy scent reminded her of home in Casarina, an island off the coast of Italy. Deciding to wait on the salad, she dressed in white shorts and a blue sleeveless top since she’d left her Baltimore jersey with Luke Prescott’s name on the back at home. After tying her hair back in a ponytail, she looped it through the back of a cap and headed out to the Metro which would take her to the game.

A half hour later, as she walked up the concrete ramp into the stadium, she noted the slick touches on their brand-new arena: the well-padded seats in bright blue, the Raiders colors, sparkled in the sunlight. The iron railing caught the rays, too, and Evvie would bet her Baltimore memorabilia that weeds didn’t dare spoil the impeccable grass. Like all baseball stadiums, the advertisements on the billboards along the perimeter of the field glared garishly at the spectators, but she liked the readability of the scoreboard. All in all, she preferred Lions Field, of course, but this space was acceptable.

Surrounded by the scents of popcorn and beer, she climbed the steep steps up to one of the top rows because she’d gotten her ticket at the gate. For her season pass to the Lions games, she’d snagged a seat between home plate and first base. But she wasn’t complaining about today. Just being here lifted her spirits.

Evvie settled into her spot, and the pregame festivities began. The announcer introduced the Baltimore players and then the home team, led by their captain Mike Jagielski, jogged onto the field. Rumor had it that he was a womanizer, but the crowds loved him. Of course, his batting was phenomenal. The average in Major League Baseball for 2016 was .255, and the all-time league average was between .260 and .275. However, The Jag might even come close this season to Ty Cobb’s superb career high of .366. She clapped politely.

When play started, she watched the Lions strike out, three up, three down. The Raiders took the field, and the first batter strode to home plate. Jagielski cut an imposing figure out there as he swung at the first pitch, popping it foul. He totally missed the second, and she hid a smile. He was rather...disappointing.

The announcer talked over the loud speaker; she tuned in when he said, “Look at those pitches, Pete. They register 103 miles per hour.”

“Yeah,” Pete replied. “But I have faith in The Jag.”

On pitch three, The Jag swung hard. Evvie predicted a strike, but he got some wood and the ball soared up high and deep behind him. Calmly, Evvie watched the sphere arc then begin its downward trajectory. She prayed a fan would catch it so no one in the stands would be hurt. Heck, the ball seemed to be coming at her, but she didn’t believe she’d get hit. Nothing bad ever happened to Evangelina Gentileschi.

As the ball neared the crowd, a man two rows down leapt up, knocked it off course. It landed on Evvie’s ankle with lightning force.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” she cried out and tried to grasp her foot.

“Holy cow! Somebody got hurt!” She heard the announcer through the pain, but his voice was somewhat muffled.

“Hey, she’s hit,” a spectator yelled.

“You okay, ma’am?” the boy next to her asked.

Evvie doubled over and couldn’t catch her breath. Blinding agony radiated from her foot and shot to every nerve ending.

Another person called out, “The medics are coming.”

Head down, she tried to take in air. She was a nurse and knew how to calm herself but...

“Oh, my God.” Suddenly something blocked the sun and she felt a body lean over her. “Oh, my God, are you all right?”

Finally, she could talk. “I...I...”

A hand on her back. Rubbing in circles. That calmed her some.

“I’m so sorry. Where did you get hit?”

She pointed to her foot. “Hurts.”

“I’m sorry,” he repeated.

Someone appeared on the other side of her. “I’m Joe, a paramedic. Where are you hurt?”

“M-my ankle.” The pain hadn’t abated, and she felt her eyes sting.

Crouched down, the paramedic asked, “Can you get your foot up to the top of the seat in front of you?”

Evvie said, “I don’t know.”

“I’ll help.” The man in the sun’s way again. “Can you sit back so I can pick up your leg?”

When she eased away, he placed his hands under her knee, drew it up, then straightened her leg over the seat, her foot resting on his thigh, which was when she realized he was in the row below her. Gently, he untied her sneaker and removed her little sock. The medic handed him an ice pack. A tear fell as the man wrapped her ankle. When he looked up, he said, “Damn.”

The paramedic leaned in close, too. “You’ll need to come to the medical tent.”

She could speak now. “Okay.” She tried to stand, but she fell to her seat.

Grasping her arms, the guy steadied her and she managed to brace her weight on her other foot and draw herself up. She wobbled and then—what, oh wow, he bent over and scooped her up into his arms.

Her stomach started to roil at the motion so she cuddled into his chest. He was sweaty and damp, with felt letters on his...uniform, it had to be. Slowly, they took the steps downward.

Loud clapping. Then she heard the announcer say, “There you have it, folks. If Mike Jagielski hasn’t won your affection before, this cinches it.”

“Yeah, but Pete, he left the game.”

“The ref called a time out.”

“Huh. Anything for The Jag.”

A NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY bestselling author, Kathryn Shay has been a lifelong writer and teacher. She has written dozens of self-published original romance titles, print books with the Berkley Publishing Group and Harlequin Enterprises, and mainstream women’s fiction with Bold Strokes Books. She has won five RT Book Reviews awards, four Golden Quills, four Holt Medallions, the Bookseller’s Best Award, Foreword Magazine’s Book of the Year, and several “Starred Reviews.” Her novels have been serialized in COSMOPOLITAN magazine and featured in USA TODAY, THE WALL STREET JOURNAL, and PEOPLE magazine. There are over seven million copies of her books in print, along with three million downloaded online. Reviewers have called her work “emotional and heart-wrenching.”

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Make You Mine by Tia Louise

Title: Make You Mine

Author: Tia Louise

Genre: Second Chance Romance

Release Date: December 4, 2018

Blurb

(Second-chance romance, forbidden love, best friend’s little sister)

A promise written on a coaster.

A lost night in a dark room.

Grayson Cole was my brother’s best friend.

He was all of my firsts.

Then he went away…

Drew Harris was just a kid, a senior in high school, my best friend’s little sister.

They said she was too young to know her feelings.

I was too old to have them, so I left to join the military.

Four years passed.

Loss, injury, angry words I can never take back.

I’m home, but I’m not the same.

Neither is she.

Now she’s a woman with flashing blue eyes, long blonde hair, and gorgeous curves.

She’s the same sweet smile, the same sassy mouth…

I could never say No to her before.

I should say No for her sake.

She deserves better than what I’ve become, scarred and damaged.

“They told me to stay away from you.

I went away to try… God, I tried.

Now everything has changed. I’m back, and

I’ll do whatever it takes to make you mine…”

(A full-length, STAND-ALONE CONTEMPORARY romance about first love, redemption, and finding your way home. No cheating; No cliffhangers.) 

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Gray

“I dreamed
about you every night.” My confession makes her smile.

It’s the
truth. It’s the only truth I know—if she’s in danger, I’ll carry her out. If
she’s crying, I hold her until she stops. If she wants me… I can’t tell her no.

It’s been
that way since she was just a cute little kid. It’s been this way since last
summer when everything changed. I tried to fight it. She was only seventeen. I
was almost twenty-one… Her daddy would’ve shot me dead and buried my body.

I tried to
date… One time. It was a fucking disaster. I could only see her, taste her,
want her. Only Drew gets me this way.

At night,
I’d lie in bed and remember the first time we were together. Two triangles of
white fabric covered her small breasts. I could see the curves at the bottoms
and sides. They were perfect handfuls, high and pointed.

She looked
at me as if she knew what she was doing to me in that white bikini. I’m sure I
looked like an awestruck fool.

Then she
blinked and tucked her chin into her shoulder, taunting me. Her hair swished
down her back, ending at her slim waist. Her flat stomach led to round hips,
long, silky legs. Her toenails were painted bright white, and I wanted to put
them in my mouth. I’ve never wanted to do that.

I’ve never
wanted to devour someone before.

My dick was
so hard.

“I dreamed
of you touching me.” Her voice drips with desire, and just like that, I have a
steel rod in my pants. “Will you touch me now?”

“Drew…” I
should tell her no.

Being here
with her is dangerous.

If Danny
found out… He’d say what I know. I’m too old for her. She’s too young. I should
give her a chance to grow up. On top of that, I have nothing, no name, no
status. I’m an orphan raised by a nobody.

I’m working
to change it, but I haven’t yet.

She takes
my hand and places it on the top of her thigh, at the hem of her red dress.
“Touch me here,” she whispers, leaning into my ear.

She owns me
in this moment, and she knows it.

She knows
holding her is the greatest feeling in the world. It’s like coming home.

Her hand
guides mine higher, sliding up the smooth skin of her leg. I feel her body
tremble, and when my fingers touch the soft folds of her sex, I almost come in
my pants. She’s not wearing underwear.

“Drew.” My
voice is a hungry noise, the growl of a starving man.

“Yes,” she
sighs. “Touch me, Gray.”

Her nails
cut into my shoulders as I trace my fingers along the damp slit, teasing the
tiny strip of curls, dipping the tip of one finger into her tight, clenching
core. One more, and she moans. She’s so wet. I want to taste her.

“Gray…” Her
hands go to my waist, pulling at the button on my jeans. She has my pants
undone, and my erection is pointing right at her.

“Hang on.” I
stand, fishing out my wallet, finding a condom.

I turn to
the side to roll it on my aching dick.

As much as
I dream of her carrying my baby, I know neither one of us is ready for that
responsibility. Hell, I’m leaving for fucking Africa in less than two days. How
I’ll survive four years without her, I don’t have a fucking clue, but I won’t
do what they say I will. I won’t “ruin her” and run off.

My hands
are on her again, lifting her by the ass and carrying her so her back is
against the wall. Her mouth is on my neck, her soft tongue touching my hot skin
as she kisses her way higher. I’m about to explode.

“I need you
inside me.” Her lips graze my ear before she kisses it, and I don’t hesitate.

Lowering
her onto my dick, my knees almost give out. My mind tilts at the sensation of
her hot, tight, and clenching around my shaft. I have to hold still or I’ll
come. Her thighs tense around my waist, and she struggles to move, letting out
a low moan.

“Gray…” I
feel her tremble, her muscles spasm, and my brow tightens.

I raise my
head to find her eyes. “Did you come?”

Her nose
curls, and she stretches up and down on me. “I came when you touched me.” She
grips my shoulders, pulling up to kiss me. “Do it hard—the way you like it. I
want to feel you. I want to remember you were here.”

Jesus. My eyes close, and I lower my
mouth to hers. Her lips part, and our tongues curl together. I start to move, a
deep thrust, and there’s no turning back.

“Drew…”
It’s a ragged groan, and her body breaks again.

I’m
relentless, driven by a need that never lets me go. Her small breasts bounce
against my chest with every hard thrust. She moans, and her back arches, more
clenching around my dick, pulling me further in.

“Oh,” she
gasps, and I brace myself.

This is
better than any drug. She’s my crack cocaine.

My hands
grip her hips, pulling us together again and again, until I break, pressing her
to the wall, filling that condom with every pulse, the way I dream of filling
her, of putting my baby into her, of having all the things I want with her, a
home, a family.

I’m
breathing hard. My eyes are closed, and her fingers trace my neck, thread into
my hair. She kisses my jaw, my cheek. The sensations consume me, overpower me.
I hold onto her as I fumble my way back to Earth. I got lost in heaven.

Mine…
Mine… The word
echoes in my ears on every heartbeat. What will it take to make her mine?

Author Bio

Tia Louise
is the USA Today best-selling,
award-winning author of When We Touch,
the “Bright Lights,” “One to Hold,” and “Dirty Players” series, and co-author
of the #4 Amazon bestseller The Last Guy.

After being
a teacher, a book editor, a journalist, and finally a magazine editor, she
started writing love stories and never stopped.

Louise
lives in the Midwest with her trophy husband, two teenage geniuses, and one
grumpy cat. 

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Luna and Sol: A Forbidden Love Story by A.M. Kusi

Title: Luna and Sol: A Forbidden Love Story

Author: A. M. Kusi

Publisher: Our Peaceful Family

Genre: Interracial/Intercultural/Forbidden Romance

Release Date: December 3, 2018

Blurb

After the sudden
death of Luna’s mother, Luna keeps a secret that she knows would kill her
father. Luna is sure she is destined to a life of pain trying to live up to her
father’s expectations of her. She knows the time is coming when she will be
joined in an arranged marriage, as is the duty of the chief’s daughter.



On the other side of the river that divides the Net lands from the Barden, Sol
blames himself for his father’s death. He has taken it upon himself to strictly
follow the laws, until the day he saw Luna. The rules that had always been
black and white, dissolved into grey as soon as their eyes met for the first
time.



Fate interferes and forces Luna with Sol, the man she is forbidden to have any
contact with. She can’t stay away from the mysterious dark man, and he feels
drawn to her like he has no other. They have a secret relationship and then the
unthinkable happens.



It was an instant attraction, a prophecy set in motion, and a love as deep as
the ocean.



Their love would incite a war. Their union could bring peace.



Luna is now faced with choosing between her soul-mate, or loyalty to a father
she can never seem to please.



Will love be enough to conquer hate? Will Luna have her happily-ever-after with
the man she loves — or will she fulfill her father’s desire?



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this full stand-alone novel.



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