Remember Me by Nelle L'Amour

Title: Remember Me: A Second Chance Romance

Author: Nelle L'Amour

Genre: Steamy 2nd Chance Romance

Release Date: September 12, 2019

"The perfect blend of romance, suspense, beautiful love, andsteamy sex. Nelle broke me into pieces but put me back together again." --A.M.Hargrove, USA Today Bestselling Author

"Sensual and emotional with edge of your seatmystery and intrigue. You won't be able to put it down." --Aleatha Romig, New York Times Bestselling Author

"So relevant with characters that could stepout right from the headlines. 5 Gripping Stars." --Raine Miller, New York Times Bestselling Author

“A romance for our times. Relevant and real with all the feels.” ­—Meredith Wild, #1 New York Times Bestseller

From USA Today bestseller Nelle L’Amour, a sizzling and suspenseful second chance romance like none other. How far would you go to expose the truth?

Skye:

It was love at first sight with Finn. The downtown bad boy with the piercing blue eyes, tattooed biceps, and museum-worthy chiseled body. But while he struggled, I was driven. An investigative reporter determined to pursue the truth to get my story. My credo: Dig deep, then dig deeper. Then one time, I dug too deep and literally dug my own grave, losing everything and everyone dear to me.

Until life gave me a second chance.

Finn:

Being a renowned artist and single dad isn’t easy. My demanding fiancée doesn’t help. No matter how much I try, she wants nothing to do with my precious five-year-old daughter.

Then she came along. The hot as sin teacher. Scarlet Callahan. She’s everything my fiancée isn’t. Warm, funny, and down-to-earth, she adores my daughter as much as my daughter adores her. I’m inexplicably attracted to her, but she keeps her distance. Like she’s hiding something. Except I’m going to uncover her secret even if it means risking everything I’ve ever wanted.

And everyone I’ve ever loved.

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I pull away as fast as my lips captured hers. What the hell did I just do? I just kissed my daughter’s teacher. And what’s worse, I more than liked it. Everything about the kiss felt so delicious, so familiar. Like our mouths have known each other forever. She melted right into me, willingly, and I could tell from her sexy sounds and breathing she felt everything I did. I wanted more of her in the worst way, so badly an erection strained against my jeans as my tongue tangled with hers. I’m still hard as a rock. Make that steel.

Catching my breath, I drop my hands from her face and stare at her. She looks shell-shocked. Her porcelain skin flushed, her kissable lips still parted, her misty eyes frozen wide. Her breathing, harsh like mine, her perfect breasts quivering with each labored breath. Her eyes stay fixed on me, finally blinking. As if she’s trying to make sense of what just happened.

“I’m sorry,” I breathe out.  But to be blatantly honest, I want my lips back on hers, her body in my arms so badly I can scream. Between my legs, my cock is throbbing. Aching for more of her.

Silently registering my two lame words, she continues to breathe hard. The rest of her is paralyzed. I’ve probably given her some kind of anxiety attack. Her glistening lips start to tremble, but words don’t form. A panic button goes off inside me.

“Are you okay?” My heart races as I anxiously await her response.

Finally, after a few seconds, she nods. And one word is whispered. “Yes.”

“Scarlet, please forgive me.”

Sliding my legs off the coffee table, I hastily fold my arms over my lap to cover up my erection.

“I didn’t mean to assault—”

She cuts me off, her face softening. “You didn’t. You kissed me. And I let you.”

At her tenderly spoken words, relief washes over me. Her words reconfirm what I felt. She wanted my lips on hers. She could have fought me off, but she didn’t. She let me deepen the kiss with my tongue, hold her face in my hands.

Despite my relief, I falter again for an excuse. “Honestly, I don’t know what got into me. It was totally impulsive.”

“Yes, it was impulsive.”

“I got carried away.”

“Me too.”

Her eyes drop to the coffee table, landing on our empty bottle of Merlot and depleted glasses. Then, they wander to my crotch. Her brows lift ever so slightly, suggesting she knows what I’m hiding. I cringe with embarrassment before she snaps her head up.

“It must have been the wine.”

“Yeah, for sure the wine.”

She quirks a half-smile. “It was really good.”

“I can open another bottle if you want more.” Almost instantly, I regret my offer. And my double entendre. I’m asking for trouble. I’m already drunk enough with lust for this woman. What the fuck is wrong with me? I’m engaged. She works for me. With my kid! She’s totally off limits.

Forbidden.

Fortunately, she declines my offer. The smile on her face fades and is replaced by a sober expression. Her voice grows quiet and serious, and under it, I can detect uncertainty and a hint of regret.

“Finn, I’m going to call it a night.”

I remain silent as she rises from the sofa. I study her face; she looks to be verging on tears again. Unsteady, she sucks in a breath like she needs to fortify herself.

“Finn, let’s forget this ever happened.”

And with that she stumbles away, leaving me bereft and confused.

Slouching against the couch, I throw back my head and blow out a hot breath. It does nothing to clear the fog in my head or the tension between my legs. The throb in my cock, the ache in my balls.

Let’s forget this ever happened.

Easier said than done. I can’t stop thinking about her.

As the flaming logs in the fireplace crackle, I relive that kiss, that incredible kiss, and seek the relief I crave.

I am a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who lives in Los Angeles with her Prince Charming-ish husband, twin college-age princesses, and a bevy of royal pain-in-the-butt pets. A former executive in the entertainment industry with a prestigious Humanitas Prize for promoting human dignity and freedom to my credit, I gave up playing with Barbies a long time ago, but I still enjoy playing with toys with my hubby. While I write in my PJs, I love to get dressed up and pretend I’m Hollywood royalty. My steamy stories feature characters that will make you laugh, cry, and swoon and stay in your heart forever. They’re often inspired by my past life.

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Cruel Boy by Clarissa Wild

Title: Cruel Boy

Author: Clarissa Wild

Genre: Dark Bully Romance

Cover Design: Clarissa Wild's Booming Covers

Release Date: September 30, 2019

Blurb

Rich boys sin best.

Gossip always goes around at Falcon Elite Prep.

Everyone knows Nate Wilson, the most popular football
quarterback and every girl’s crush.

But there’s more behind those drop-dead gorgeous eyes and
that killer smile …

He’s a notorious heartbreaker …

And he’s got his eyes set on me.

The twisted games he plays are cruel and dangerous.

He teases and tempts me … just to ruin me.

Because I know the one thing he doesn’t want anyone to know.

A big, dirty secret …

And there’s nothing bad boys won’t do to keep a secret
buried.

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Nate stands
near the edge of the bathroom, facing the window, head down between his
shoulders, hands firmly planted on the windowsill, fingers sprawled but
crooked, as if he’s trying to crack his nails against the stone. A picture I
could paint in a heartbeat.

“I know
you’re there,” he says, his voice gravelly, painful. As though he’s wounded and
ready to lash out.

I should
run and hide. Take my pride and stride while I still own it. He could strip me
bare of everything I am and throw me to the masses to be ridiculed. He’s Falcon
Elite’s star athlete; a guy with a promise of a bright future. A person with so
much baggage you don’t dare touch them.

But I do.

My hand has
already reached for him and grazed his shoulder.

He
immediately turns around.

I take a
few steps back.

“Are you
stalking me now?” he growls,
snorting. “Pathetic.”

He
breathes, walks, and talks like a monster. A man obsessed with one thing and
one thing only. Me.

“I’m not.
You started it,” I reply, still stepping back until I’m backed into a corner of
the toilets with no escape. He’s already blocked the door with his huge frame.
The only way out is by passing him. Shit.

He leans in
and traps me between him and the wall. “Why did you follow me?”

My heart
beats in my throat and I swallow away the lump in my throat.

“I … wanted
to know.”

“What? How
a guy like me can stoop to that level? Why I even try? If I’ll give up?” He
looks into my eyes like he’s trying to search for the truth but I don’t have it
for him.

“Tell me,”
he says.

“Why you
said you thought my painting was beautiful.” It sputters out of my mouth before
I realize it.

I don’t
mean to be so forthcoming, but when he looks at me like that with those
penetrating eyes it just happens. And something about the way he clenches his
jaw and then bites his lip undoes me.

“Because
it’s the truth,” he says with such a serious face that I find it hard not to
believe him.

He snorts.
“But you’ll obviously think that’s a lie.”

“No,” I
respond.

His eyes
narrow. He brings one hand to his face and rubs his jaw. “Liar.”

The silence
is overpowering. Seconds feel like minutes as his breath slows, but I can feel
every one of them prickling on my skin.

“Is this
really all about the pictures?” I ask.

He cocks
his head, and leans in even further until his breath is against the side of my
cheek and my whole body is covered in goose bumps. “That’s for me to know and
for you to find out.”

A gasp
escapes my mouth when his lips briefly brush past my ear.

“Tell me …
are you scared of me?” he whispers.

I want to
answer, but my throat feels numb and my head dizzy.

When our
eyes connect, the tension is like lightning electrifying me from the inside
out. This can’t be happening, it can’t
be that … I can’t want this.

A devious,
sexy smirk appears on his face. “Thought so.”

Then he turns
around and walks out, leaving me out of breath … and with my heart lost to a
boy I shouldn’t ever crave.

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Clarissa Wild is a New York Times & USA Today
Bestselling author of Dark Romance and Contemporary Romance novels. She is an
avid reader and writer of swoony stories about dangerous men and feisty women.
Her other loves include her hilarious husband, her two crazy but cute dogs, and
her ninja cat that sometimes thinks he's a dog too. In her free time she enjoys
watching all sorts of movies, playing video games, reading tons of books, and
cooking her favorite meals.

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Broken Promises by Aimee Noalane

Title: Broken Promises

Series: Burning Mistakes #1

Author: Aimee Noalane

Genre: New Adult

Release Date: September 27, 2019

Blurb

A
split-second decision. A costly mistake.

My skin has
been marred, slashed, burned and bruised.

My bones
have been severed and broken more times than I can count.

I’ve been
told I was unworthy. Fought through life seeing nothing but black. 

But it’s a
pain I welcome.

An ache I
deserve.

UNTIL HER

She is my
redemption.

The flicker
of fire that dances in my darkness.

Our love is
effortless.

Our love is
a lie.

A desire

A delusion.

A MISTAKE

She should
have known better than to entrust me with her heart.

I should
have known destiny wouldn’t give me a second chance…at least not one I could
keep forever.

The black
cloud is back.

And revenge
is the only thing it has on its mind.

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“How the
hell should I know why she hasn’t stopped by this week?” I defend. “She’s
probably just busy preparing for her mid-terms or some shit.”

“Try again,
dickhead.”

“What do
you want me to say, Vince?” I hate how guilty my voice is right now.

“How about
the truth? Or if that’s too hard for you, then maybe explain why you’ve been
staring at her like she’s about to disappear.”

“Are you
telling me that I can’t look at her either now? I’m just keeping an eye on
her... or do you have issues with that too?”

“She
doesn’t need you looking out for her,” he bites back. “That’s what she has me
for.”

“Whatever.”
I’ve had enough. Enough of him, enough of her, and enough of our pointless
frustrating conversation. I stand up from my chair and march out the front
door.

“For fuck’s
sakes, Lambert,” Vince snaps, following me out. “Is walking away from this
really how you want to finish our discussion?”

I pull off
my ball cap and run a hand through my hair.

I don’t
know.

I don’t
know what to say. I don’t know what to do…

I don’t
fucking know.

Vince is my
best friend. I broke his trust by falling for his sister, and I’ve been lying
to him about it because pretending that my feelings aren’t real is better than
the outcome of telling him I broke my promise. And the worse part of it all: he
has every right not to trust me. I could never be the man Aubrey deserves. From
the day I was born, destiny has made sure I would be spending my entire life
being deprived of that luxury.

Everything
I touch, everything I love turns to ash.

I raise my
shoulders before walking away. “I guess it is.”

“Who the
hell would have guessed that my best friend was a fucking pussy,” he jeers when
my back is turned.

“Excuse
me?”

A shadow of
a smirk crosses his face. Had I not spun on my heels when I did, I would have
missed it.

“What kind
of man are you if you can’t even step up to your own feelings?”

“A loyal
one,” I argue. “One who decided to respect his best friend’s wishes when he
said his sister was off limits.”

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Aimee
Noalane is a Canadian author and proud mother of three beautiful children.
Having a military father allowed her to travel the world, but she is now living
in a small town in Quebec, Canada.

After
studying marketing in college, she became a customer service coach and
instructor. A few years into her career, she decided to leave her teaching job
and chose to devote her time to children in need, becoming a full-time foster
parent. 

In 2015 she
woke up with a vivid image of Abbygail and Oliver. For a few days, their story
would play out in her head and being unable to concentrate on anything else,
she decided to sit down and write down their constant bickering. Little by
little, her words turned into the chapters of her first series No Regrets,
which was published in 2016.

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Children of the Cursed by A E Stanfill

Fantasy

Publisher: Next Chapter Pub

Date Published: 8/21/19

 In a kingdom in turmoil, people only care for riches and power. As a war breaks out between countries, a godly power is awakening.

Two boys train at the Academy to become Knights of Valor. Best friends, one is filled with light while the other leans towards darkness.

They both have the power to change the world - or destroy it - in their battle for what they believe is right.

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Alistair pulled off his helmet, his long blonde hair fell down his back. His blue eyes were filled with rage, aimed at Ballard. “If you do not move out of my way, I will be forced to move you,” Alistair hissed, this time his hand on the hilt of his sword.

Ballard slyly grinned, “So you would be willing to do battle within these walls?”

“If it means getting to see the King, then yes,” Alistair replied, standing tall and unwavering.

Ballard unsheathed his blade, “If you refuse to back down, then have at thee.” His determination was just as unwavering as Alistair's.

Alistair felt as though his hand had been forced, and he too unsheathed his blade. The two men were now set to do battle. Ballard was the first to strike with his blade, but Alistair parried the attack, “Not bad, Chamberlain. But now it is my turn,” he said, then lunged at Ballard.

Ballard knocked the blade away without even trying, “Not bad yourself Knight, but you will have to do better than that if you want to best me,” he sheepishly grinned.

The sound of steel clashing against steel could be heard all throughout the castle as the two men fought each other. Hearing the sounds echoing through out must have drawn the ire of King Edward, for he stormed out of the throne room, and unbeknownst to the two men he used his blade “Kings Defender” to knock Alistair and Ballard's swords from their hands, sending them both to the floor without trouble. “What is the meaning of this? Fighting inside my castle walls is forbidden.”

The King was infuriated with the both of them. “Tell me. Why would my first Knight and most trusted adviser be in my halls fighting like two fools,” he shouted at them both. “I want answers, or so help me I will have both of you locked up in the dungeon for months.” Instead of answering King Edward. Ballard made a big mistake by reaching for his sword and King Edward took notice by stepping on the blade, keeping the sword just out of reach, “Reach for your blade one more time Chamberlain, trusted or not I will cut off your hand,” the King yelled. “Now which of you are going to give me the answer I seek?”

Alistair on one knee placed his arm across his chest and bowed before he spoke, “Your majesty. I have urgent news for you, but before I could deliver. The Chamberlain here refused to let me have an audience, and this is urgent and I did what I felt was right. Even if it meant fighting inside these walls. I do apologize, I should have thought this through.”

Edward then looked over at Ballard, “Is this true, Chamberlain?”

“It is my Lord,” Ballard answered.

King Edward's anger was solely upon his Chamberlain now, “Why would you stop my First Knight from coming to see me? You know it is important whenever he rushes in like this.”

“My Lord, you've been ill lately and do not need the stress. I was only thinking of you your majesty,” explained Ballard

“You had no right,” the King responded. “As long as I am the King of Drasal, and have the aid of my blade, I refuse to be treated like an old frail man. I shall always be here for my knights and my people. Get out of my sight, Ballard!”

“But your majesty-” the Chamberlain tried to speak but the King would have none of it.

“I said to get out of my sight,” King Edward shouted again.

The Chamberlain stood up and asked if he could have his sword back, of course, the King was not a heartless man and allowed him to take back his blade. But Ballard did not go far, instead, he hid out of sight and listened in on what King Edward and Alistair had to say to one another.

“Go on Lord Alistair, tell of this news you speak of,” the King said, now in a much calmer state, but still as serious as ever.

Alistair sheathed his sword and picked up his helmet. “The Dark Knights have returned and are on the move, your majesty.”

Edward's face had now changed to a look of despair, “What? The Dark Knights have returned? You must be mistaken, Knight. That evil was laid to rest a lifetime ago.”

“Yes, I remember my Lord. I was just a kid when you vanquished that evil with the King's Defender, and a handful of knights to aid you. But believe in my words, I have seen them with my own eyes. They have returned and are not far from here, my Lord,” said Alistair.

King Edward held tightly onto the hilt of his blade, “If that is the case, then I shall ride out with you and vanquish that evil once more.”

“King Edward, you musn't. You are ill! And who knows what could happen out there. Your people need you now more than ever. If you would, please allow me to take some more men and go out to scout, and see what they are up to that is. At least allow me that before you get involved, my King. Please. I beg of you,” Alistair pleaded.

Edward was reluctant but agreed to do as Alistair had wished, “Okay, Alistair. I will do as you wish and allow you to take a few extra men out with you, under one condition.”

“Of course.” He bowed. “Name your condition.”

“You take only a few men, and some from the Academy as well. And under no circumstances do you engage the Dark Knights. Understood,” King Edward explained.

“I understand your majesty. I shall do as you ask,” replied Alistair.

“Then go now Knight Of Valor, and assemble your team. I shall be awaiting your return, may the gods watch over you,” King Edward said.

Alistair crossed his arm over his chest and bowed to the King, “I shall take my leave now, your majesty. And thank you for placing your trust in me once more.”

King Edward stood there for a moment, mumbling a few words under his breath before turning and walking back into the throne room. However, there lurking in the shadows was the King's Chamberlain, and he heard every word that was said. “So the Dark Knights have returned from the ashes, that must mean “the dark powers” are up for grabs again. And all the mythical blades powers must have been resurrected as well. Which would explain why the King took us down so easily while being so frail.

“This could be good for me,” Ballard whispered, before disappearing back into the shadows.

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Without Exception by KE Osborn

Title: Without Exception

Author: KE Osborn

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: September 18, 2019
Cover Design: Kellie Dennis & Book Cover by Design

Alex Scott is an asshole!

He’s rude, obnoxious, and hell-bent on evicting me from the tattoo studio my parents and I worked so hard to perfect. So, it’s not just a shop to me. This place holds life, it affirms love, it contains memories. And when my world fell to pieces twelve months ago, it’s what kept me from doing the same.

Through the darkness, there’s one shining light. A client. Xander. He’s secretive, he comes and goes whenever he pleases, but our connection is obvious. I want more from him. But he’s a mystery. 

Two men. Polar opposites. Alex Scott’s a brooding warmonger, hungry for action, constantly emailing and driving me crazy. I won’t let him evict me. While Xander is a kind, sweet, caring soul whose only want is to look after my autistic brother and me. He’s sweeping me off my feet. 

Conflict - Betrayal - Lust - Angst 

Without exception, my heart will break. One man will put it back together again. But which one?

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He leans in doing the strap up on the helmet, his eyes lingering on mine again. A burning sensation runs down my spine as I stare back at him.
It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.
It’s intense.
He’s intense, but I like it.
Xander finishes with the strap, then looks at his watch. “I have another half hour or so before the hounds are called. Feel like going for a ride?” he asks.
I gnaw on my bottom lip.
I shouldn’t.
I have a tattoo studio to run. Probably clients waiting. But what’s another half hour, right?
“Half an hour, no more.”
“You’re a bossy little thing, aren’t you?”
I stand taller puffing out my chest. “You have no idea.”
He grins. “You up for going somewhere we’re not supposed to be?”
Excitement builds inside of me. This whole bad boy thing he has going on is really working for me. “Hell yeah, I’m all for breaking the rules.”

Australian author K E Osborn was born and raised in Adelaide, South Australia. With a background in graphic design and a flair for all things creative, she felt compelled to write the story brewing in her mind.

Writing gives her life purpose. It makes her feel, laugh, cry and get completely enveloped in the characters and their story lines. She feels completely at home when writing and wouldn’t consider doing anything else.

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