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Tuesday, October 1, 2019

Cruel Boy by Clarissa Wild



Title: Cruel Boy
Author: Clarissa Wild
Genre: Dark Bully Romance
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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He’s so
close now, all the ridges of his abs underneath his shirt are visible, and it’s
almost making me want to reach out and touch them.
Stop this, Sam. Just fucking stop it.
“You make me
laugh,” he mutters, placing both hands on the windowsill behind me, caging me
inside his arms once again.
Goddammit.
“You piss
me off,” I reply.
“Keep
telling yourself that,” he quips.
One of his
hands slides from the windowsill to my hand, and I freeze. His warm hand feels
like lightning shooting all over my skin as it travels up my arm.
“You should
know better than to taunt me,” he says, leaning in to whisper in my ear. “I
like scared little girls … like you.”
His tongue
dips out and grazes along the rim of my ear. A chill runs up my spine as he
places his other hand on my knee. The oxygen is knocked right out of me when he
slides it upward along my thigh.
“You’re a
dirty girl, aren’t you?” he whispers, adding a groan that sets my body on fire.
“I like that.”
His hand
creeps up my red and black checkered skirt, fingers curling underneath the
fabric of my panties.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Why am I letting him do this?
He’s the bad guy.
He groans
again, tugging at the elastic to pull them down. “You’re a filthy … little …
thief.”
RIP!
In one
quick pull, he’s torn them straight off.
I gasp in
shock as he holds my panties in his hand, wearing a victorious grin on his
face.
“What
the—?”
He brings
them to his face and takes a whiff, a delicious moan grumbling in his throat.
“I’ll hold
onto these,” he murmurs, stuffing them into his pocket.
And after a
dirty look, he turns around and walks off.
“What?” I
mutter, ignoring the throbbing sensation between my legs.
He glances
at me over his shoulder. “Consider it a down payment … I’ll give them back if
you give me those pictures within a day. And if you don’t, I’ll find more
creative ways to tempt you.”
So that’s
what this is all about. Extortion. I should’ve known, shouldn’t have been so
gullible to assume he’d ever feel something for me. Playing with lust as though
it’s a goddamn tool.
I spit at
him, but it lands on the floor. “You’re a disgusting piece of shit, Nate
Wilson.”
He doesn’t
even look at me when he says, “Believe me, I know.”
Then he
closes the door on me.






Author Bio




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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The Soul Collector by Laura Daleo


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Urban Fantasy / Paranormal
Date Published: 8/28/19
Publisher: Story Bound Publishing


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As I lay trapped inside this quiet realm, 

My soul adrift, my body earthbound,

A magical book guards my flight,

Will it keep me safe till morning's light?



It begins with darkness. Are they dead, or trapped inside a horrible dream? No one can hear them, see them. Has the world forgotten them? Are they invisible? Not to the Soul Collector. They have stepped into her Kingdom, and she is waiting for them.



Excerpt

Chapter 1


The biggest boxing match of the season landed on a Friday the 13th. But a little thing like superstition had no effect on the newcomer, Jonathan Bayfield, and heavyweight champion, Lou Turlock. The fight fans agreed, stomping their feet while chanting “Fight! Fight! Fight!” inside the packed, brightly lit arena. Sportscasters got up close and personal, claiming ringside seats for an in-your-face camera view.

Bayfield locked his gaze on his opponent, his right ear taking in Coach’s words.

“Go to the body. Don’t overreach. Straight punches. Got it?” Coach gripped Bayfield’s shoulder. “Hey, eyes on me. Don’t let him get inside your head.”

Bayfield looked at Coach, giving him a slow nod, then reverted his focus back to Turlock, transmitting a defiant “this fight is mine” glare.

Turlock reciprocated, taunting Bayfield with a “we’ll see” sneer.

The vein in Bayfield’s forehead pulsed, spreading a surge of heat through his body. A fist to the gut. That would show the arrogant prick he had something to worry about, rattled through his mind. The ringside bell shattered Bayfield’s thoughts, bouncing him to his feet. Turlock came out swinging, and Bayfield pivoted while throwing a right hook, catching the corner of Turlock’s jaw. Turlock countered, landing a jab to Bayfield’s chest. The blow forced the air from Bayfield’s lungs, his body folding in half. But he quickly sprang upright, shaking off the sting, and fired off several consecutive punches straight into Turlock’s gut.

Turlock wobbled back and the crowd roared, shouting, “Way to go, Bayfield!” Bayfield bounced back and forth on his feet, tapping his gloves to the crowd’s cheers.

Turlock’s own pulse battered against his eardrums. Where was the respect? He was a champion, and these morons had the nerve to cheer for a nobody, some kid who’d happened to land himself a good manager. Adrenaline tipped the scales on the fighter’s rationality. Cognitive thought ceased. The whites of his eyes blazed as he hurtled his body like a weapon, slamming his skull against the kid’s.

A crackling of bones ricocheted inside the ring, causing an eerie silence to fall over the area, before shouts from the crowd came from all sides. The ref barged in, spewing spit as he held Turlock back. Turlock’s gaze traveled over the ref’s shoulder, colliding with the kid’s vacant stare. He knew that look; like no one was home. He’d seen it in his grandpa’s eyes before he’d taken his last breath. An icy chill scurried down Turlock’s spine as the kid crumpled to the mat. Turlock stood still as medics, judges, and more refs flooded the ring, surrounding the kid’s lifeless body.

“I can’t find a pulse.”

“Start compressions.”

Coach pushed his way through the chaos to Bayfield. “Jonathan, can you hear me?” Coach’s voice shook. “Stay…” He blew out a breath. “Stay with me, buddy.”

Bayfield’s eyelids flew open, and with one push, he was on his feet. A weird and wonderful lightness affected his body, which made no sense, being as he weighed 200 pounds. Sounds rushed back, bouncing against his eardrums and forming words—Coach’s words.

“Hold on, Jonathan. The ambulance is on its way.”

Bayfield focused his attention on Coach. “Ambulance?”

“Just hold on.”

Bayfield laughed. “What are you talking about? Coach, I’m standing right behind you. Turn around.”

Coach made no attempt, his focus centered on something in front of him.

Bayfield’s tone rose an octave. “Coach, what gives?”

No answer came, not from Coach, nor from any of the other people hovering around him.

Bayfield skimmed the faces of the crowd, searching for a clue or hint to enlighten him on what the hell was happening. Why was everyone ignoring him?

“Step aside, people,” security broadcasted with authority, herding the crowd back. “Let the paramedics through.”

“Paramedics? Who got hurt?” Bayfield’s gaze darted to Turlock, where men in dark blue suits surrounded him, escorting him toward the locker room. Bayfield let his gaze grow distant. He had no memory of the fight ending, and his boxing gloves were missing. No one acknowledged him. None of it made sense. He gave his head a good shake. “Gotta be an explanation for all this.” As his vision cleared, it centered on the paramedics rolling a lifeless body away on a stretcher—his body!

His brain skidded to a stop—no pause, no rewind, no press play. Just a complete stop. Was he being punk’d? Was this some kind of sick joke? His gaze followed the stretcher, catching the tail end of it slipping inside the ambulance. Coach followed, his hands running through his salt and pepper hair. The look of sheer terror etched across Coach’s pale face slammed against Bayfield’s brain. This was no joke. This was real, and that ambulance was about to take off with his body.

Bayfield launched across the ring, catapulting over the ropes and sailing inside the ambulance seconds before the doors closed and the siren sang out. He plopped down next to Coach, his gaze transfixed on his own body lying across from him. One massive, purplish bruise swallowed up his bloodied forehead. Bayfield couldn’t explain it—couldn’t understand it. “I’m sitting here, but also lying there. How is that possible?” In a momentary shift, his eyes found Coach’s, thirsty for an answer. None came. The silence sent a chill down Bayfield’s spine.

A paramedic with tattoos blazing down his arms informed, “Got a pulse,”—his intense blue eyes narrowed—“but it’s thready.”

The paramedic behind the wheel, sprouting a six o’clock shadow, lobbed a reply over his shoulder. “Letting dispatch know we’re five minutes out.”

Coach gripped his hands, squeezing the blood from his knuckles. “Getting a pulse, even a weak one, is a good thing, right?”

The tattooed paramedic waited a good minute before saying, “For now, yes.”



About the Author

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LAURA DALEO is the author of five books. She is best known for her storytelling of the vampiric persuasion. Her most recent work, The Vampire Within, is the third book in her Immortal Kiss series. The series is an interesting twist on the Egyptian pantheon being the original vampires. Her current project, The Doll, is her first horror tale, with a touch of mystery. She lives in sunny San Diego, California, with her three dogs, Stuart, Morgan, and Dexter.



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Exquisitely Hidden by M. Jay Granberry






Title: Exquisitely Hidden

Series: Sin City Tale #2
Author: M. Jay Granberry
Genre: M/M Contemporary Romance

Cover Design: Najla Qamber Designs

Photo: Regina Wamba

Release Date: November 20, 2019







Blurb



He was everything I needed when I thought I had it all…
As front man for the band everyone’s eyes are on me.
I bask in the spotlight
Because it hides the flaws.
Everyone has secrets.
Mine will ruin everything I’ve built.
My career, my music, my life…
But keeping this secret?
It’s breaking my heart.
I knew how we would end before we started
And still I can’t resist him.
Not everyone will understand.
But I do.
It’s simple.
He’s the man I’m meant to love.
How long can I deny who I truly am?
Should I keep my secret or risk it all?







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M. Jay Granberry is first and foremost an insatiable reader.
Among her favorite things are classic fairy tales, smutty
books where characters have heart, old lady sweaters (preferably chunky knit),
gift baskets (giving not receiving), and charcuterie trays (green olives,
smoked cheese, and Genoa salami).
She is a true Las Vegas native, the one in Nevada not New
Mexico, and to answer the most frequently asked questions about growing up in
Sin City…
  • No,
    she doesn’t live in a hotel.
  • No,
    she has never been a stripper although she does know some.
  • Prostitution
    is absolutely illegal in Clark County (Las Vegas)!
  • And
    what happens in Vegas does indeed stay in Vegas.
M. Jay earned a degree in words and stories, and after
fifteen plus years of doing everything other than writing, she penned her first
novel.
Giving a voice to characters, that are strong yet fragile,
that are sometimes uncomfortably real, that express love in dirtiest ways with
the sweetest sentiments is honestly a dream come true.


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Bad Apple by Gemini Jensen






Title: Bad Apple

Series: Bad Creed #1
Author: Gemini Jensen
Genre: Contemporary New Adult Bully Romance

Release Date: September 30, 2019




Blurb

Senior year is supposed to be the time of your life.
Keyword: Supposed. 

But I’ve just been shipped off to a new school. Sentenced to
hard time deep in the heart of Hicktown, USA. 
I left everything behind—my friends, my girl, my band, my
ambitions
Besides graduating, I thought there was nothing left to
strive for. 

Then, I meet her...
Pretty. Preppy. Popular. Basic. 
Most importantly, daughter of the enemy.

And now I have a new vision...
Rip away her crown. 
Knock her off her pedestal. 
Wear her down until she’s stripped bare. 
She has no idea what’s coming for her. 

They say the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, and the
Creed family tree is full of bad apples. 
But me?
I’m the most rotten of them all. 








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Excerpt

“I fucking hate you, you know that?” His words come out a
taut, restrained, and he stares straight into my eyes, delivering the blow. I
guess I’m becoming immune to his antics, because I just nod my head, biting
back the smile that desperately wishes to break free.
Maybe you do. But not nearly as much as you wish…
“And you’re still going to give me the most precious thing
you’ve got right now, even knowing I’ve got no love for you? Knowing I don’t
even like you, not even a little bit?”
I roll my eyes. If he’s trying to scare me away, to make me
second guess myself, it’s not going to work. And if that’s the
case, I think that speaks more to his own shitshow of feelings and not being
able to sort through them, than anything I’ve done.
“Steph says sex angry sex is the best. I’m betting hate sex
might be even better…” I shoot him a cocky smirk.
“How will you know? You have nothing to compare it to…”
“Not now, maybe. But I will one day.”






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GEMINI JENSEN’s love for reading began at a young age, and
her love for writing was born not long after she learned how to put pen to
paper. When she was in 2nd or 3rd grade, she won a poetry contest for all the
elementary students in her county. 

She has a passion for all things romance-related,
particularly angsty, forbidden, and slow-burn romances. Taboo stories are
another guilty pleasure. 

An avid reader, she’s been enjoying the romance genre much
longer than she should be able to admit, stealing her mom’s books and returning
them before anyone noticed they were missing. 

Born and raised in Western North Carolina, she still resides
there with her family—her husband and their two kids...along with three dogs,
and a rabbit named Ted Bunny. She enjoys anything related to creativity,
Disney, and cooking. 


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Ryder by R. Linda

Title: Ryder
Series: Scandal U #1
Author: R. Linda
Genre: New Adult/College Romance
Release Date: October 1, 2019
Publisher: Limitless Publishing



Ryder and I are finally able to have a fresh start. Attending university with the man I love makes it easy to leave all the high school drama behind me. 


Unfortunately, things don’t go as smoothly as I’d hoped. 

I end up sharing a dorm room with Christina, and I’m forced to see my ex boyfriend’s face on a regular basis. They already ruined my last year of high school, and clearly they’re not done with me yet.

Between Christina’s temper tantrums, and Chace’s bad intentions hidden behind fake apologies, Ryder and I try to build a life together. But it’s not easy when past torments follow me wherever I go, slowly turning into a living nightmare.

Even though Ryder saved me once before, it’s different now. This isn’t high school anymore. The stakes are higher, and this time I have so much more to lose.








She was taking the three-foot rule seriously. So seriously, in fact, that she sat in the back of my car behind the passenger seat. The farthest possible point from me.

“I feel like a taxi driver with you in the back.” I angled the rear-view mirror so I could look at her.

“Three feet, Jones. Three feet.” She pushed herself into the door and tried to make herself as small as possible.

“Give it up. You’ll cave in. You know you will.”

“Give me some credit. I’m perfectly capable of keeping my distance from you.”

“No, you’re not.”

“Why?”

“We’re drawn to each other, love. Like magnets. Tethered together. The pull between is too strong. I feel it, and I know you do too,” I said.

Bailey scoffed. “Well, I’m flipping over.”

“What?”

“You said we’re magnets.”

I didn’t know where she was going with this.

“And magnets are attracted to each other,” she continued.

“I just said that.”

“But when you flip a magnet over, it repels the other magnet. I’m flipping myself over, so I won’t be attracted to you for the weekend.”

I glanced in the mirror to see her smug smile and burst out laughing. She was fucking cute when she was trying to prove me wrong.

“Not sure it works that way. You need two negatively charged ions to repel. And I’m positively charged…” I caught her gaze in the mirror. “All. The. Time.”

Her breath caught in her throat as she took in the meaning of my words. She swallowed and tore her gaze from mine to stare out the window.

One point for me.





R. Linda drinks wine and writes books.

A coffee addicted, tattoo enthusiastic fangirl with a slight obsession for a particular British boy band and solo artist, she is a writer of Contemporary YA/NA Romance and Suspense, sometimes dabbling in Paranormal as well. 

Renee lives in Melbourne, Australia with her husband and two sons. When not writing she can often be found reading books to her children and cuddling up with them on the couch to watch their favourite movies.