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Wednesday, October 2, 2019

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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Excerpt


“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.”








Author Bio


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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XO by Melissa Jane






Title: XO
Author: Melissa Jane
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 2, 2019





Blurb

I swear to
God, Jacob Lynch, if I ever see your arrogant, smug face again, I’ll ruin your
manhood with a swift knee.

You were
the glorified football captain, the heartthrob, the most popular boy in school
and yet suddenly you vanish leaving all your horrid friends pointing the finger
at me, circling like hungry vultures to see if I would break.

They just
didn’t know that I already had. Daily. For months I cried for you. You. Broke.
Me.

You taunted
and tormented me for years until you finally convinced me to fall in love with
you. You said, “Nothing can ever tear us apart.” And I believed you.

But you
lied.

And then
you left.

Without a
word, without a touch, without a sound.

You. Just.
Left. Right when my world fell to pieces, you lit the match and watched from
afar, as what remained went up in flames.

So, if I
ever do see your stupidly handsome face again, you’ll be nothing more than the
boy I used to know. The boy who broke my heart and crushed my soul all in a
single day.

Because
Jacob Lynch… I have no more XO’s to give.

No longer
yours,

Rosie.

P.S. I hate
how much I still love you  





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Melissa Jane is a writer of strong Alpha's and feisty
heroines. Her love for action and romance means she puts her characters through
some epic adventures and compromising situations, all with a healthy dose of
uncontrollable passion.

Residing on the beautiful beachy Gold Coast in Australia, Melissa enjoys the
year-round sunshine with her gorgeous husband and even more gorgeous furbaby,
Pocket-the-Yorkie.

When she's not working, you'll often find her with a glass (ahem...bottle) of
Sauvignon in hand, seeking out adventure with her just-as-crazy friends.



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A Baby for the Bratva by Chloe Kent



Title: A Baby for the Bratva
Author: Chloe Kent

Publisher: Blushing Books
Genre: Reverse Harem
Release Date: October 2, 2019



Blurb

They wanted a girl quickly so they chose an
orphanage where no one would ask questions.

They planned to use her until she was pregnant…

Instead they got twenty-one-year-old American Starla
Anderson.

When the Russian Mafia invades the orphanage where she lives, in the
middle of the night, throwing the nuns who raised her, into a petrified frenzy,
it’s Starla who is chosen as the only one who could possibly survive the Bratva
and their demands.

But in spite of her own fear of the three massive, glowering and scary
men, Starla has to think and act fast…

With her heart thundering in her chest, her body on fire at their
presence alone, she sees an opportunity, something that might help the other
girls at the impoverished orphanage at a chance of a better life. She lays out
her only condition.

Her body for a fee…

Except…

No one says no to the Bratva.













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Chloe Kent
has been hooked on romance since her teens and couldn’t wait to grow up and
write her own romance novels. Her books usually feature a spirited heroine, and
at least two… sometimes more incredibly hot heroes.

Her
favorites pastimes include her husband, her dog, and books. Her biggest fear is
running out of coffee or her imagination.



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Those Summer Nights by Ivy Smoak





Title: Those Summer Nights
Series: Sweet Cravings #2
Author: Ivy Smoak
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: August 13, 2019



Blurb

A new sexy summer standalone novel from international
bestselling author Ivy Smoak!




The easiest way to get over someone is to never see them again, right? So when
my ex stomps on my heart and throws it into the ocean…I decide to spend my
summer on the opposite side of the country.



And this summer is all about me. Mending my broken heart (screw all men).
Figuring out what I want to do with my life (a life that thankfully does not
include my ex). And trying to better myself (does eating ice cream count?).



But all of my perfect planning comes to a halt when the sexiest lifeguard in
existence asks me out. I have to say no. It doesn’t matter that he’s built like
a Greek god, has eyes the color of the ocean, or is hotter than a summer night.
I’m going to say no, I swear. He’s going straight into the friend zone.
Although, I’m pretty sure he’d be more delicious than any flavor of ice cream.
Can’t I put him in the friend zone after just one taste?



*This is a standalone novel with a guaranteed Happily Ever
After*   







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Ivy Smoak is the
Amazon bestselling author of The Hunted series.

When she's not writing,
you can find her binge watching too many TV shows, taking long walks, playing
outside, and generally refusing to act like an adult.

She lives with her
husband in Delaware. 



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Coinage of Commitment by Robert Costelloe


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One-of-a-Kind Romance
Publisher: Author

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This is a different kind of love story. It features characters determined to find romance that's better than the relationships they see all around them. Something richer, something higher, something longer lasting—something worth holding out for.

Wayne and Nancy meet in the late 1960s and recognize these special qualities in each other. Their attraction is irresistible. But they have class, political, and religious differences between them, plus they face opposition from both families. But these challenges are small compared to a twist of fate that will be the cruelest test of all.

Coinage of Commitment tests the limits of love's boundaries, its capacity for sacrifice, and the height it is capable of soaring to.




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Excerpt

Excerpt for Coinage of Commitment



Setup: Late Friday night, 1968, at Philadelphia’s 30th St. Subway Station. Wayne is looking from the trolley station, where he stands, to the adjacent subway train (El) platform.



As he watched absently, the girl from Sullivan’s came down the El station steps opposite him. She paused at the foot of the stairs, getting her bearings. Although adequate lighting bathed the platform, most riders took stock of others in the vicinity for safety’s sake. It was a natural precaution, instinctive for most, and especially important this late at night. She saw him, signaled recognition by a parting of her lips that was not quite a smile, then she lowered her gaze, turned, and strolled slowly out of sight to the other side of the stairway.

Seeing her again pricked him with an off-kilter joy, uplifting and refreshing, partly because she recognized and acknowledged him, but also because she seemed so buoyantly out of place down here, her bright beauty undefeated by the dank-smelling gloom of the subway. He smiled, turned away, and sauntered to the south side of the trolley platform. The minutes dragged, but no trolley car arrived. He began mentally composing a theme paper for his International Politics course, the only non-technical one he had that semester. Ideas came to him, prancing, and he thought of getting a notebook from his bag.

“Police! Help! Help me!” A woman’s screaming and it came from the El platform.

Thinking frantically of the girl, he ran to the north edge of the platform and jumped the foot or so that got him down onto the trolley tracks. A steel grate fence separated the two transit systems, but it had seen better days. A section was ajar, just ten feet to his left, and he swung it open enough to squeeze through.

Now things got difficult. The El platform was too high and far to jump to. The train tracks gleamed below him, the electrified rail closest, then the two steel tracks. He saw only one way to get there and didn’t slow down to analyze the risk. He threw his bag onto the opposite platform, then leaped forward, over the electrified rail, and down into the square trench that ran a foot and a half below and between the steel tracks. The platform loomed just above him, and the smell of ozone was stronger this close to the electrified rail—the one he must not fall back against. With his momentum still carrying forward from the jump, he kept moving, aware his footing and balance must be perfect. He reached up and grabbed the El platform edge, stepped up on the rail before him, then used his grip on the edge to lever himself up and onto the platform, landing on his right shoulder and side. Feeling no pain, he got to his feet and sprinted west down the platform toward the woman’s screams.

As he ran, he recalled what he had seen: the girl from Sullivan’s, a nondescript man, and three black youths: teens with their heads wrapped in dark bandannas, signifying…he knew not what. They were what fueled his urgency. Where was she? The commotion was still ahead of him.

He ran at top speed past the central vending area and spotted figures near the far steps. He could see her blond mane, somewhat disheveled now, and she stood with her arm across a shorter girl’s shoulder. The nondescript man ran up and joined them.

“He took my purse,” the other girl wailed. “I can’t believe I was so careless to let him get my purse that easily.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” the blond girl said, her arm still across the smaller girl’s shoulder in comfort.

“All my ID. A credit card. And I just got my paycheck cashed today. How stupid can you get?”

Another woman came down the steps and joined the group. As Wayne approached and slowed, a balding, thirtyish-looking man passed him from behind, joined the scene, said he had heard the commotion from above, and that a companion had gone to the toll booths to get help. Then two of the black youths he had seen earlier ran up from the west.

“He high-tailed it onto the tracks,” said the shorter of the youths. “He’s got choice of Thirty-third Street trolley or Thirty-fourth Street El station, so it looks like we kiss that one good-bye. You know what I’m saying? The Fuzz’l never collar that dude now.”

As though on cue, a police officer, complete with German Shepherd, came down the steps and assumed authority. The third black youth also joined the crowd. Wayne held back, not seeing what he could contribute by his late arrival. The blond girl had seen his running approach. Or had she? Her gaze had flicked briefly in his direction, then back to her charge. The tension eased with collective relief, and the officer started questioning the stricken girl, unpacking a notebook as he spoke.

Wayne thought of how the blond girl continued to be too distracted to notice him, and he felt bemused by the irony of his situation. He had arrived about 7.2 seconds too late to be of any use, even to the wrong damsel in distress. His breathing slowed. Still not seeing anything he could contribute, he turned and walked slowly in the direction he had come. He needed to retrieve his bag from where he had tossed it onto the platform. When he got there, he picked up the bag and looked out over the gleaming tracks toward the trolley station. No way, he thought, realizing with a shiver the danger he had risked. The price of another transit token wasn’t nearly worth the peril. And then, as though to underscore the irony, his trolley arrived and then quickly departed. Oh well, might as well climb the stairs to the mid-level pay booths so he could get back down to the trolley station. He took his sweet time since he probably had at least a twenty-minute wait. He approached the corner of the stairway, trying to remember whether the trolleys discontinued service during the wee hours. Suddenly the blond girl stood in front of him, her eyes wide, her expression anxious.

“It just dawned on me,” she said. “How did you get over here?”


About the Author

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Robert Costelloe wrote fiction as a youngster, and completed his first novel a few years after college. But then the demands of family and career intervened, and his writing was mostly business or technical. But in 2005, he read an Anita Shreve love story whose ending was so abruptly despairing that he felt outrage on behalf of so many abused readers. The result was two books, Coinage of Commitment, which became a National Indie Excellence Book Award finalist, and Pocket Piece Cameo, both published by Saga Books. Again he went off into nonfiction pursuits, but in 2012, he elected to rewrite both titles for the simple reason that he could make them better stories for his readers. Both titles have been republished digitally as second edition stories, and both are available as ebooks.
Rob and his wife live near Houston, Texas.



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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.






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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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