The Unexpected Package by DL Gallie

Title: The Unexpected Package

Series: The Unexpected Series

Author: DL Gallie

Genre: Contemporary Romance Novellas

Release: November 17, 2019

Could an unexpected package change your life?

My life hasn’t exactly turned out as I planned but I wouldn’t change a thing. I have a great job. Fantastic friends and a keen eye for fashion; all that’s missing is my happily ever after.

I haven’t had the best of luck in the dating pool and just when I think I’m destined to be alone, a package arrives, delivering me to Bennett Burnsteen.

Diving in head first, I give it my everything but when Bennett’s past comes back to claim what’s now mine, I wonder if it was just a mistake after all.

Little did we know, this unexpected package was just what we both needed.

“Do not Donkey from Shrek me. I know you’ve been paying that punk little shit to incorrectly deliver this to me ‘by accident.’” I air quote those two words, “Just so you can see me.”
He places the box on the reception desk and stares me down. “Yeah, and?” Huh, he didn’t deny that. The look he’s giving me right now is carnal and definitely not suitable for work. I get the urge to throw myself at him and ravage him, right here in the reception area.
“You could have saved the effort and just come and talked to me…like a normal person would.”
“Yeah, I’m not normal,” he confirms with a grin, “besides; if I did that, I couldn’t watch your ass as you walk away.”
Shaking my head, I smile. “You are terrible.”
“You cannot tell me it hasn’t been a pleasure coming to see me these last few weeks.”
“I plead the Fifth. And on that note, I’ll be going.”
Walking backward to the elevator, I lift my eyebrows and smirk in a “ha-ha, you can’t see my ass” way.
“Are you going to deny me your ass?”
“In every sense of that statement, yes. No ass for you.”

DL Gallie is from Queensland, Australia, but she’s lived in many different places all over the world, including the UK and Canada. She currently resides in Central Queensland with her husband and two munchkins. She and her husband have been together since she was sixteen, and although they drive each other crazy at times, she couldn’t imagine her life without him. 

Shortly after her son was born, DL began reading again. With encouragement from her husband, she picked up the pen and started writing, and now the voices in her head won’t shut up.

DL enjoys listening to music, drinking white wine in the summer, red wine in the winter, and beer all year round. She’s also never been known to turn down a cocktail, especially a margarita.

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Blow Out by Jackson Kane

Title: Blow Out

Author: Jackson Kane

Series: Steel Veins, book 1

Genre: MC Romance

Release Date: October 26, 2019

Publisher: Hot Tree Publishing

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She should never have stayed.

I should never have kept her.

Bad guys like me? We crave violence, danger, and someone warm in our beds. 

Someone like her? She is beautiful and surprisingly strong. 

But saving her was a mistake for both of us. It would have been easier if I'd let my MC kill her when they were getting revenge on her uncle. 

Now it's too late. 

I don't want sympathy or forgiveness. 

I just want her. 

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I felt it through his fingertips the first time he grabbed me, back when I hated him and everything burned around us. Yet, I couldn’t accept it then.

Then much later, I felt it again through every raised hair on the nape of my neck as we sped off that final time.

Hope.

The low, tumultuous vibrations of his bike pulsed their way throughout my chest. I squeezed him so tight that I thought my arms might squeeze him in half. He hardly noticed.

With that shithole bar slipping into the blackness behind us and the crisp night air whipping at my hair, I burrowed my head between his shoulder blades, feeling overwhelmed by this uncertainty. These feelings… they were too elusive to name but so overpowering when they hit.

It was scorching, violent, dirty joy in its purest form.

All that had raced through my head when they brought me in for questioning. What was Muse’s Place? How far away were they taking me? Would I ever see my parents again? But above all, who was this man, and why did he keep me alive?

Eventually, the questions stopped. Not because I found any real answers but because I started living. For the first time, I really felt alive.

It was horrible. I didn’t have time for questions because I couldn’t control anything around me anymore. All I could do was listen, watch, and pray.

I didn’t pray anymore.

I realized that back home when I was safe, I was always so pent up, so uptight. I felt like I was waiting for something or that I needed to start something. Whatever it was, I didn’t have it, so I filled my mind and heart with questions to distract myself from that... lingering emptiness I carried around. What time was my next shift? How the fuck was I going to make it through my accounting class this semester? Did I reach my step count for the day?

Looking back, it was all so meaningless. I can’t relate to that girl anymore. I used to know her—me—but now... I wasn’t so certain. Did I even like the person I was turning into?

What would it take to survive in the world that I was now a prisoner of?

I was pretty sure that before all this was over, I was going to die. But there was something comforting in knowing that if I did, he’d be with me and we’d die together. So much had happened these past few days. There were so many things I didn’t know—like where the hell we were going now or even if I could fully trust him.

But he was all I had. My only lifeline in this dark, dirty, and dangerous biker world.

And that was fucking terrifying.

We rode away from Muse’s Place faster than I’d ever experienced. His bike’s engine roared like Death’s hot laughter, reminding us of the decisions we’d made tonight and how they’d further change our lives forever.

But as hopeless as everything seemed in this one, fleeting moment, I had exactly what I’d always been searching for. The one thing I couldn’t ever even put into words.

He is Remy Daniels of the Steel Veins Motorcycle Club. He’s a cold, heartless, and cunning murderer. He’s the worst person I’ve ever known.

My name is Star, and I can’t stop thinking about him.

God help me… I think I’m in love.

Needs Work by John L. Sheppard

Fiction

Published: October 2019

Publisher: Paragraph Line Books

Once upon a time in Cleveland... Phil Derleth, a former Army "combat cartoonist," comes home to Cleveland, Ohio after a messy divorce. Phil is brain-damaged from a war wound and there are holes in his memory. His father Larry, a stone mason living on disability, takes him in. Soon enough, Phil finds himself embroiled in all sorts of trouble, including dodging the Ohio Department of Transportation, blood-stealing tramps, the ghost of his dead mother and stray dogs who are more than they appear to be. One stray in particular will show Phil the way back to a life that he may have forgotten.

 Excerpt

I was let go.

That was months after my wife threw me out, taking our daughter with her. I was twenty-seven and starting all over again with life. I moved in with my father. Moved back to Ohio, a place that I thought I'd left in the rearview mirror. Instead, it was in my cracked and hazy windshield.

My car, a ten-year-old Ford Mustang, broke down in my father’s driveway never to recover. It had thrown a rod.

I got out of the car. The parking brake popped. The car slowly rolled into the street. A small fire crackled under the hood. In few minutes, dark black smoke poured out from the undercarriage and a red glow simmered within the passenger compartment. For a moment, I saw a shadow behind the wheel, a remnant of my former self, the one who was so confident that he would never again grace the state of Ohio. A small explosion. Another small explosion. They sounded less like explosions than someone manually popping a paper lunch sack. The driver’s side front wheel fell off and the car tilted over. The Mustang emblem clinked onto the pavement. A car, and then another car, drove past as if this sort of thing happened all the time. Nothing to get excited about.

“My clothes are in there,” I said aloud. “My employee of the month certificate. My Army uniforms. My crazy pills.”

My father emerged from the tiny house I'd grown up in, leaning forward on an aluminum walker, a wry grin on his mossy face. There was a reason why he'd never grown a beard while my mother was alive. The beard was patchy in so many ways. The coloration was wrong. The growth was uneven. There were too many things wrong with his beard to list.

The look he sent my way told me that he hadn’t yet forgiven me for not coming around while my mother was dying. I came to the funeral. Wasn’t that enough?

The police arrived. They pulled their cruiser up to the curb. A decal on the side of the car read, POLICE INTERCEPTOR. An older fat patrolman strolled up to me. He stood alongside me in silence and we watched my car burn for a while. Finally, he said, “That yours?” His name tag said, SMITH.

“Yes,” I said. “I have no money.”

“Who does?” He patted me on the shoulder solicitously.

The flames licked the air. It was sensuous.

“This is my son.” My father was beside us, opposite the cop.

“Total loss,” the friendly, gray-haired patrolman said. He rubbed his belly like there was a cat underneath his shirt.

His partner, a youngish woman, her hair pinched into a severe bun at the nape of her neck, stood near the car in the street, waving other cars past. When the street was clear, she pulled out her ticket pad and wrote me up.

My state of Illinois vanity plate fell off the back. It read, “E4MAFIA.” It was a joke that wasn’t funny now that I was out of the Army. I’d been out of the Army for years. I was in the Army for four years, most of it spent in a Navy hospital in Illinois, recovering from my war wounds. The Navy corpsmen would wheel us all up to the roof of the hospital at times, I remembered. We’d sit up there, high above the base, staring at Lake Michigan. It was calming. The hospital specialized in traumatic brain injuries. It was why we were all there. We were learning to speak again. To feed ourselves. To walk. To read and write. The Navy’s corpsmen school was there, so the student corpsmen would come by to gawk at us, or help us out with basic things. Eating. Finding our way back to our ward.

About the Author

John L. Sheppard, a graduate of the MFA@FLA creative writing program at the University of Florida, is a native of Cleveland, Ohio. He lives in Illinois.

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Imperfect Saint by Jess Bryant

Title: Imperfect Saint

Series: All Saints Security Series 

Author: Jess Bryant

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: November 15, 2019

⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑ “This one will be a Top Read of 2019 for me. It’s the kind of story you read with a smile on your face & an occasional tear in your eye.” - Michelle Claypot Reads

⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑ “This book is EVERYTHING!!!! I love all of Jess's books. Her words make you feel everything .... But this book is MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE EVER!!!!!!!” - Becca Whaley

⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑ “What an honest & real, sweet & swoon worthy, heartbreakingly beautiful read.” - Megan (Goodreads)

Millie Turner is a master at compartmentalizing. She’s put her past in a box and she doesn’t talk, or even think about it. She’s managed to avoid her cheating, lying, manipulative ex-boyfriend for months. Unfortunately, avoidance is no longer an option. Her brother is getting married and his Best Man is none other than the ex that nearly destroyed her.

She doesn’t trust herself to spend an entire weekend in his presence. Not on her own. She needs a date, a distraction, a buffer, someone to keep him away from her… but she never expected her savior to come in the form of a saint.

Hunter St. James has been fascinated by the mysterious Millie since the moment they met. Despite his efforts to get her to open up, she’s kept their relationship strictly professional though. When their boss asks him to act as Millie’s date for a big family event, it seems like the perfect chance to get to know the girl that’s been keeping him at arms-length.

He thought a weekend of playing lovers would be all fun and games but he soon finds out Millie’s more than just mysterious. She has secrets and her picture-perfect façade is just as fake as their relationship is supposed to be. Only the more he learns, the more he wants to know and the less their relationship feels like a lie.

Can Hunter convince Millie to trust him with the truth? And if Millie comes clean about her past, will Hunter still want a future with her? Neither of them is perfect but maybe that’s exactly what makes them perfect for each other.

*Warning - This book contains scenes that could be triggering to some, including discussion of domestic violence situations, and on and off page violence. If you are sensitive to story-lines that involve abusive relationships, please take care when deciding to read this novel. It is important also to note that these scenes do NOT involve the main hero and that our heroine finds her HEA and a healthy relationship with our hero after confronting her past. Still, caution is recommended to avoid triggers for some readers. *

Jess Bryant is an avid indoorswoman. A city girl trapped in a country girl's life, her heart resides in Dallas but her soul and roots are in small town Oklahoma. She enjoys manicures, the color pink, and her completely impractical for country life stilettos. She believes that hair color is a legitimate form of therapy, as is reading and writing romance. She started writing as a little girl but her life changed forever when she stole a book from her aunt's Harlequin collection and she's been creating love stories with happily ever afters ever since. 

Jess holds a degree in Public Relations from the University of Oklahoma and is a lifetime supporter of her school and athletic teams. And why not? They have a ton of National Championships! She may be a girlie girl but she knows her sports stats and isn't afraid to tell you that your school isn't as cool as hers... or that your sports romance got it all wrong. 

For more information on Jess and upcoming releases, contact her at JessBryantBooks@gmail.com or follow her on her many social media accounts for news and shenanigans.

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The Man in the Dragon Mask by Amanda Roberts

The Man in the Dragon Mask 

by Amanda Roberts 

Genre: Historical Fiction

One Face

Two Men

And A Secret That Could Destroy An Empire

At the dawn of the Ming Dynasty, the emperor will do anything to ensure the future of his empire. Building the Forbidden City in fulfillment of his father's dreams is only the beginning.

But few people share the emperor's vision.

When a consort's betrayal has devastating consequences that rock the imperial court, the emperor discovers that the fight for the dragon throne has only begun. 

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Amanda Roberts is a USA Today bestselling author who has been living in China since 2010. She has an MA in English from the University of Central Missouri and has been published in magazines, newspapers, and anthologies around the world. Amanda can be found all over the Internet, but her home is AmandaRobertsWrites.com. 

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