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Tuesday, December 4, 2018

Christmas Wish by Chiah Wilder

Title: Christmas Wish
Series: Insurgents MC #12
Author: Chiah Wilder
Genre: MC Holiday Romance (Standalone)
Release Date: November 27, 2018






“Chiah Wilder brings all the biker holiday spirit in Christmas Wish!” ~The Red Hatter Book Blog


“What a fantastic addition to the series! From the very beginning I was drawn in and the characters kept me hooked from start to finish!” ~Amazon Review


“A Gritty, Intense, Heartfelt Holiday Read” ~Amazon Review



Ryder Rossi dropped out of life.

He came back from the war a broken and angry man. They gave him a Purple Heart, but it sits in the bottom of an old chest his dad gave him years ago. He doesn’t feel like a hero. Hell, he doesn’t even feel like a man. Honorable Discharge was what he got after losing a leg to a landmine. Hawk from the Insurgents MC has been his best buddy since Ryder came back to Pinewood Springs. The ruggedly good-looking biker used to be an Insurgent but he gave that up a long time ago along with everything else. All he wants is to ride his Harley and be left alone. 

When Savannah Carlton and her young son, Timmy, homestead on Ryder’s property, he sees red. It doesn’t matter that the pretty blonde pushes some buttons in him that haven’t been in use for quite a while. He doesn’t want her near him, and her son reminds him of the son he’s been forced to forget. 

Savannah is running away from her ex-husband’s family who want Timmy. Her beat-up RV died on Ryder’s property, and even though the surly biker tells her to leave, she sees kindness behind his anger. She finds herself making excuses to talk to him, but she doesn’t want to fall for Ryder. Her life is screwed up enough, and the last thing she needs is a high maintenance biker. 

Can two mismatched, lonely people find the Christmas light in their darkened lives? 

This book contains violence, abuse, strong language, and steamy/ graphic sexual scenes . HEA. No cliffhangers. The book is intended for readers over the age of 18.


“Timmy was so exhausted that he fell fast asleep. He had such a great day. Thanks for helping to make that happen,” she said.
Savannah was beaming, literally glowing with excitement. Ryder’s heart tripped over itself at the sight of her blonde hair in loose waves around her shoulders, with no makeup, and wrapped in a green robe that hugged all her curves. It took every ounce of restraint not to scoop her up in his arms and whisk her off to the bedroom.
Damn, he wanted her. Ryder couldn’t remember ever wanting anyone as much as he wanted Savannah at that moment.
“I’m going to make some hot chocolate. Do you want some?” “
You’re fucking obsessed with that drink.” He chuckled. She giggled.
“I am—I never realized it. Although I think tonight I’ll try it your way with a shot of whiskey.”
“In that case, I’ll have one too, but make it a double shot.” “You’re so bad.” She ran her fingers through his hair, and he grasped her hand and kissed it.
“You look beautiful,” he said, his voice thick.
Savannah withdrew her hand gently and smiled. “You’re good for my ego.” He watched while she padded away, groaning as her hips swayed just right in the sexy-as-shit robe.
Actually, it was just a standard flannel robe that he wouldn’t even have looked at twice, but the way it clung around her curves got his dick punching against his jeans. He tossed a throw pillow on his lap and shook his head and smiled. Damn that woman.






 


Chiah Wilder writes about rough, sexy men who know how to treat their women.

Always a lover of books, she began writing at a young age and continued through college with collections of short stories. Figuring she had to grow up and get a “real” job, her writing was placed on the back burner.

Her love of reading has always been center front in her life. Chiah’s love of bad boys both in and out of fiction has inspired her books. She loves an alpha male whose softer side is brought out by a passionate, spirited woman. In fiction there are no rules or boundaries, and fantasies can go as far as the characters want to take them. Steamy, romances with tough, sexy bad boys are her guilty pleasure along with brownies, cheddar cheese, and movie marathons. 




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PLUM TARTS aka…DAMSON TARTS***

2 cups all purpose flour

3/4 cup finely chopped almonds

3/4 cup light brown sugar,
lightly packed

12 tablespoons cold unsalted
butter (1 1/2 sticks), cut into small pieces

1 egg yolk

2 pounds firm, ripe plums, pitted
and quartered lengthwise

Preheat oven to 400 degrees

Combine the flour, almonds, and
sugar in a large bowl. Add the butter and the egg yolk. Mix by hand or with an
electric mixer, until crumbly.

Press 1 1/2 cups of the crumb
mixture in an even layer into the bottom of a 9 1/2-inch springform or tart
pan. Arrange the plums in the pan, skin side down to form a flower pattern;
begin at the outside and work your way in.

Sprinkle the rest of the crumb
mixture evenly over the plums. Bake the tart for 40 to 50 minutes, or until
it’s lightly browned and the plum juices are bubbling. Remove from the oven and
cool for 10 minutes. Remove from pan and transfer tart to flat plate.

Serve with a dollop of whipped
cream.

***Damson:
A small fruit with vibrant, dark blue skin and a strong sour flavor. Damsons
are similar to plums. They have a large stone (pit) and are often juicy, but
tend not to be eaten raw due to the tartness of their flesh.









Trial of a Warrior

Legends of the Fenian Warriors

Book Three

Mary Morgan


Genre: Time-Travel Fantasy Romance


Publisher: The Wild Rose Press, Inc.







Date of Publication: December 12, 2018

ISBN: 978-1-5092-2359-6
ASIN: B07JGMH8XS

Number of pages: 386
Word Count: 92628

Cover Artist: Debbie Taylor

Tagline: Will the burning embers of their past love spark a reunion or destroy a future? 

Book Description:

"You met them in the Order of the Dragon Knights. Now, journey to the realm of the Fae and witness their legends!”

A warrior sentenced to die.

On trial for breaking a supreme Fae law, Fenian Warrior, Liam MacGregor has no regrets. He is prepared to accept his sentence—even if it means his death. However, freedom comes in an unexpected manner, and brings with it certain dangers as he travels through the Veil of Ages.

A princess honor-bound to remain hidden.

Princess Abela might be a priestess and the daughter of royalty, but that doesn’t prevent her from doing the unimaginable. She sacrifices duty and honor to set free the man who captured her heart so many years ago. No matter the severity of his crimes, she cannot let Liam die.

A rescue that will bring about a war and divide a kingdom!  

In their quest to secure a treaty to forestall Liam’s death sentence, they must fight their desires for one another, as well as the Fenian Warriors sent to capture them.

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A tremor of
longing to be kissed filled Abela. She should flee this instant, but her feet
refused to listen to her mind.
Liam reached out
and tucked a stray curl behind her ear. His finger trailed down the side of her
neck, and she shuddered. “You have not answered me.”
“Yes,” she
replied rapidly.
The smile in his
eyes contained a sensuous flame, and she was drawn to him. A soft breeze
billowed around them. She ached to press her mouth against his. Just one kiss.
As if reading
her thoughts, Liam cupped her chin and stroked his thumb over her bottom lip.
“Your mouth begs to be kissed, princess.”
She swallowed
and did the unthinkable. “Then kiss me, Liam MacGregor.”
His groan echoed
around them as he took possession of her mouth. The kiss sent the pit of her
stomach into a wild swirl of delicious sensations. Abela’s body yearned to
touch him, so she wrapped her arms around his neck. The contact of his skin
against her chest ignited a burning desire for more.
Liam grasped her
firmly around the waist with one arm and deepened the kiss. When his silken
tongue sought entry, she opened fully to the seduction, tasting wine, apples,
and his own scent. His moan resonated deep within her, and she found her body
responding to a rhythm as old as the land they lived upon.
Never did Abela
imagine the power behind a kiss—seductive, enchanting, shattering, and she
craved more.





About the Author:



Award-winning Celtic paranormal romance author, Mary Morgan, resides in Northern California, with her own knight in shining armor. However, during her travels to Scotland, England, and Ireland, she left a part of her soul in one of these countries and vows to return.

Mary's passion for books started at an early age along with an overactive imagination. She spent far too much time daydreaming and was told quite often to remove her head from the clouds. It wasn't until the closure of Borders Books where Mary worked that she found her true calling--writing romance. Now, the worlds she created in her mind are coming to life within her stories.

If you enjoy history, tortured heroes, and a wee bit of magic, then time-travel within the pages of her books.










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The Dirty Ones by J.A. Huss


The Dirty Ones
J.A. Huss
Publication date: December 4th 3018
Genres: Erotica, Suspense

They said write what you know so that’s what I did. I wrote dirty, I wrote erotic, I wrote the truth.

And then they called me a liar. But it’s not me who’s lying, it’s them.

Our story isn’t for everyone. It’s not even for us.

So if you’re looking for the fairy tale and the stupid prince on his dumb white horse, move along. You’ve got a hold of the wrong book.

This is not your story, this is not your life, and this is not your opportunity to dip your frightened little toe into the dark pool of water and “try new things” and then pull it out and decide… #NotForMe.

When you go in with us you go all in. So make a decision before you turn this page.

Because I’m making one promise with this book.

Just one.

We are The Dirty Ones and this is our truth.

The Dirty Ones is a brand new dark romance about the secret world of erotica authors.

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EXCERPT:

In my dream we’re dancing. It’s a party, but not one I was ever at with them. Everyone is here. Hayes, Connor, Bennett all wearing tuxes. Me, Camille, Sofia all wearing gowns. They are the gowns we found in the basement room that first night with Louise.

I stop dancing when I realize that. I’m partnered with Bennett for some reason, which is also confusing. So I look around, searching for Connor, then Hayes. Connor has Sofia pushed up against a wall, his hand hidden beneath the long flowing layers of her elaborate skirt. Her head is tilted upward, mouth slightly open. And he’s whispering something in her ear.

I’m jealous, but turned on. So I lead Bennett over to them and take my place next to Sofia against the wall. Someone is kissing me. Bennett, or Connor, or maybe Sofia—but then I realize it’s Hayes. His soft lips caressing the side of my neck. His soft words wrapping around the tender skin of my ear just like Connor’s words wrap around Sofia. “Do you like it?” he asks. “I want you to like it.”

“What are we doing?” I whisper back. “When did this become who we are?”

And Hayes says, “It’s not real, so don’t worry about it.”

But it feels real. Camille is kissing Bennett now, her body pressing up against mine. Her soft, full breasts are bare. Somehow she’s gotten herself naked. And in my dream I laugh at that. Because it’s so typical of Camille to just take off her clothes and be indiscreet.

And then we’re all naked. All twisted together in the sheets of some giant bed. Camille’s bed, I realize. Now we’re at her Christmas party. And there’s butterflies in the air. Clear-winged butterflies like the ones at Connor’s parents anniversary. Dozens of them. No, hundreds of them. Their soft wings flutter around my hot, feverish skin like a summer wind. Making a cool breeze that feels so good.

But it’s not the butterflies. It’s Connor, blowing air across my pussy as his tongue laps against my folds, looking for the sweet spot. And when he hits it, I buck my back.

But Bennett is there, whispering, “This is wrong. This is so fucking wrong.”

And I reply, “Shut up,” because I’m irritated that he’s ruining the feeling of Connor between my legs. “Just shut up.”

And then he and Camille are gone and I get this weird feeling that they’ve left us. They figured it out—this wrongness—and left us.

But Hayes is there, saying, “Shhh, they don’t know anything. Don’t worry.”

But I do worry. Because I want to know what they don’t know. And Hayes is the secret-keeper and he’s close now. So close. “What don’t they know?” I ask him.

But Connor steals the words from my mouth with a kiss and it’s too much. I forget about my questions and how none of this makes sense and say, “It’s just a dream.”

And Sofia is touching me now. She was always so careful when she touched me, afraid she might do it wrong. But I used to tell her, “There’s no wrong way.” And that always made her happy for a little bit.

Which makes me think about her sadness. And her books. Those books she writes. The dark, sexy stories that steal your life away for days, or months, or years. And I say, “When did you change?”

And she just looks at me with her sad, sad smile that’s on her face so often now, I’ve grown used to it. She says, “You know when.”

But I don’t. I don’t really remember anything except that tower. And the book I wrote. And those dresses down in the basement. Why were there dresses in the basement?

“Kiera?”

It makes no sense at all. Why that guy had dresses. Did he have a fetish?

“Kiera?”

But they weren’t dresses, were they? They were costumes.

“Kiera!”

I open my eyes to find Connor on top of me. Holy shit, this is real.



Author Bio:

JA Huss is the New York Times Bestselling author of 321 and has been on the USA Today Bestseller's list 21 times in the past four years. She writes characters with heart, plots with twists, and perfect endings.

Her books have sold millions of copies all over the world, the audio version of her semi-autobiographical book, Eighteen, was nominated for a Voice Arts Award and an Audie Award in 2016 and 2017 respectively, her audiobook, Mr. Perfect, was nominated for a Voice Arts Award in 2017, and her audiobook, Taking Turns, was nominated for an Audie Award in 2018.

She lives on a ranch in Central Colorado with her family.

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The Dark Road
by Gail Z. Martin


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GENRE: Fantasy (epic)
Jonmarc Vahanian fled from the raiders and monsters that killed his family, but when danger dogs his steps once again, he leaves the traveling caravan that gave him shelter to become a mercenary in nearby Principality. His fighting skills help him rise through the ranks, and draw the attention of a Nargi general—and the general’s undead mage. An old, unsettled score turns deadly, trapping Jonmarc in dangerous intrigue. He can save himself—and betray everything he holds dear—or die a hero as the raider’s curse holds true.


This collection is the second set of short stories and novellas that reveal another phase of Jonmarc’s growth from a blacksmith’s son to becoming one of the greatest warriors in the history of the Winter Kingdoms.



Soldier. Fight slave. Smuggler. Warrior. Brigand Lord. You may have encountered Jonmarc Vahanian in the Chronicles of the Necromancer but you don’t really know him until you walk in his footsteps.


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Haunts



“Be off with you,” Harrtuck said. “Nothing but made-up rubbish.”



The woman gave a raspy laugh. “True for some, not for me. She flipped over one illustrated card and then another. “Chenne smiles on you,” she said, naming the warrior aspect of the goddess. “Success in battle will be yours,” she promised and turned another card. Her smile faded. “You will be hunted,” she said, giving Harrtuck a warning glance, “and powerful hands will turn against you.” One more card turned up. “Great favor awaits you.”



Harrtuck snorted. “Great favor? I’ll be happy for a tankard of ale and a warm trollop in my bed tonight,” he said, but he tossed a coin to the seer who caught it in her bony hands.



“How about you?” she said, giving Jonmarc a look as if she could see down to his bones. He took a step back and started to protest, but she was already flipping over cards.



The fortune-teller took a sharp breath. “You have been marked by fire and darkness,” she said. “So much loss for one so young.” She turned another card. “You will have great success in battle, and your skill will earn many coins.” Another card made her pause. “But it is the Dark Lady, not Chenne, who watches over you. Her hand is on you, but she is not a gentle mistress.” A final card turned at an angle showed a hangman, and the color drained from the seer’s face.


About the Author: 

Gail Z. Martin writes epic fantasy, urban fantasy and steampunk for Solaris Books, Orbit Books, Falstaff Books, SOL Publishing and Darkwind Press. Vengeance is the second in the new Darkhurst epic fantasy series. Also new is The Dark Road, the second in the Jonmarc Vahanian Adventures series, and Assassin’s Honor (coming, October 2018), the first in the new Assassins of Landria series.



Her Deadly Curiosities urban fantasy series set in Charleston, SC has a new novel, Tangled Web, and two new collections, Trifles & Folly, and Trifles & Folly 2.



Other work includes the Chronicles Of The Necromancer series, the Fallen Kings Cycle, the Ascendant Kingdoms series, and the alternate history novel Iron & Blood and the Storm & Fury collection (co-authored with Larry N. Martin) She is also the co-author (with Larry) of the Mark Wojcik monster hunter series (Spells, Salt and Steel) and the upcoming Wasteland Marshals series and the Cauldron/Secret Council series from Falstaff Books.



As Morgan Brice, she writes urban fantasy MM paranormal romance. New and upcoming books include Witchbane, Burn, Dark Rivers, Badlands, and Lucky Town.


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The Dirty Ones by JA Huss





Title: The Dirty Ones
Author: JA Huss
Genre: Dark Erotic Suspense
Release Date: December 4, 2018





Blurb

They said write what you know so that’s what I
did. I wrote dirty, I wrote erotic, I wrote the truth.
And then
they called me a liar. But it’s not me who’s lying, it’s them.
Our story
isn’t for everyone. It’s not even for us.
So if
you’re looking for the fairy tale and the stupid prince on his dumb white
horse, move along. You’ve got a hold of the wrong book.
This is not
your story, this is not your life, and this is not your opportunity to dip your
frightened little toe into the dark pool of water and “try new things” and then
pull it out and decide… #NotForMe.
When you go
in with us you go all in. So make a decision before you turn this page.
Because I’m making one promise with this book.
Just one.
We are The Dirty Ones and this is our truth.

The Dirty Ones is a
brand new dark romance about the secret world of erotica authors releasing
December 4, 2018.












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Excerpt


Kiera’s room is dark, so I force myself to be still for
a few seconds, allowing my eyes to adjust. When the crack of light leaking in
from under the door goes from barely visible to a golden haze rising up from
the floor I step forward towards the edge of the four-poster bed, unknotting my
tie and pulling it through my collar as I walk.
“Kiera?” I
ask, pulling my shirt out of my pants and unbuttoning my shirt. “You awake?”
She moans,
rolling over, one of her pale breasts exposed from her top, one long leg bare
as it sneaks out from under the covers. Her hair is wild, splayed out on the
pillow and half covering her beautiful face.
I want to
turn the lights on. Want to see her better. See all of her. Never take my eyes
off this woman. I want to make this whole nightmare go away. Give her something
better. Leave behind my old life with all its expectations and just steal away
with her to some far-away tropical island. Stay naked with her forever and
raise babies on the beach.
God, what
the fuck is wrong with me? We’ve been back in each other’s lives for less than
forty-eight hours and all I can think about is throwing everything away?
You’re in
love, Con.
I hear the
words in her voice inside my head.
You’re in
love.
Maybe I am.
I unbuckle
my belt and unfasten my pants. Drag my zipper down, trying to be quiet.
I don’t
want to wake her. I want to ease into bed, slip my fingers between her legs,
and kiss her mouth as she dreams. Make her come in her sleep.
I am one
sick fuck and I don’t care.
When I’m
naked I place one knee on the bed and carefully swing my other leg over hers.
She twists, flat on her back now. That one exposed breast caught in some stray
ray of light that shouldn’t be there, but is. Like a spotlight just for my own
sick, hedonistic pleasure.
Thinking
back on the party at Camille’s house has turned back time for me. Taken me to
the place I was, the person I used to be. The one who fucked her and Sofia—and
sometimes Camille too. The one who didn’t mind sharing with Hayes or Bennett
because they didn’t mind sharing with me.
It was an
orgy. Group sex or whatever.
It was
sick, and twisted, and very fucking erotic.
It was
heavy breathing, and sweaty, naked bodies, and never enough.
It was
never enough that year.
We fucked
them all. Together.
It was
sensuous, and uninhibited, and lecherous.
How did I
ever walk away from these people? How did I ever live a day without them?
I place my
hand on her one exposed leg and slowly slide it up to her thigh.
She moans
again, mouth parted like she’s waiting for my cock.
I picture
those nights long ago. At the parties. How Camille would always be the one to
invite us in. And how Hayes would be the first to take her up on those offers.
How Sofia was meek, and afraid, and shy. And how she changed. How we all
changed.
How Kiera used
to whimper and moan as she came.
I want to
hear that sound now. Right now.
I lean
forward, crawling up her body, my rock-hard cock dragging across the sheets.
Aching to be inside her.




Author Bio

JA Huss is
the New York Times Bestselling author of 321 and has been on the USA Today
Bestseller's list 21 times in the past four years. She writes characters with
heart, plots with twists, and perfect endings.

Her books
have sold millions of copies all over the world, the audio version of her
semi-autobiographical book, Eighteen, was nominated for a Voice Arts Award and
an Audie Award in 2016 and 2017 respectively, her audiobook, Mr. Perfect, was
nominated for a Voice Arts Award in 2017, and her audiobook, Taking Turns, was
nominated for an Audie Award in 2018.

She lives
on a ranch in Central Colorado with her family.


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