Mady by J.Haney & S.I. Hayes

Title: Mady

Series: Working Class Beauties #2

Authors: J. Haney & S.I. Hayes

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: August 25, 2020

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You can’t be bored pulling turns at 160 mph.

For members of the NYC elite, your name is your ticket to success but
I’ve got other ideas.

My name is Madyson (Mady) Harrington I’m the firstborn of three,
triplets that is. My brothers get it all, but I have to dance for my supper. I
must earn every bit of freedom with sacrifice. Friends, relationships, they all
suffer in the name of appearances. My days are filled with routine, but the
nights?

That is another story. A flash of chrome, colorful characters and no
one knows my real name.

Almost, no one.

Remington Vanderbilt is the bastard son. He is also one of my BFF’s
brothers. All reasons to be off-limits. But you know what they say. We want
what we can’t have.

Can I be brave? Can a rough around the edges man give me the challenge
I crave and break the monotony of my world? As secrets start spilling into my
life only time will tell.

One thing’s for certain, it’s gonna be a wild ride.

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Mady

Mady (Working Class Beauties, Book 2) Copyright ©
2020 J. Haney & S.I. Hayes

With my parents
in bed, I’m out the door and hailing a taxi to Riverside. I’ve got a storage
building there with a car, and well, I guess you could say a different
personality. One, I don’t get to show when my parents are around. I could have
walked the three blocks to the Metro, but I didn’t want to risk being seen. The
last thing I need is for some chauffeur or maid out for a smoke spotting the
Harrington Girl walking the streets at one a.m. I pay the cab, and into the
storage building, I go to. Time to change clothes, but first things first, I
need to get rid of the wig. Yes, what everyone thinks is my natural hair color
is a wig. My hair is now a mix of blue and purple.  It goes with my plum crazy purple Plymouth Hemi
Barracuda. I change from my very pink and ruffled girly clothes that my mother
tells me to wear, to a pair of cheeky black panties under a white bell-bottomed
lace pant. I put on a tank with no back, but the front covers my breasts
completely. Not like I have a lot to begin with.

After getting
dressed and taking care of my makeup, I jump in my Cuda and head over to Queens
to see if I can pick up a race. With all the stress of choreographing this
dance, I need a break. One of my outlets happens to be street racing, where
nobody knows me as Madyson Harrington. To the racing crowd, I’m the Purple
Breeze. They started to name me the Cuda Catcher, which of course, they were
thinking Coochie Catcher. Before they figured out, I was a chick. Not that I’m
picky, I like women just as much as I do men. I’ve made out with both, but it’s
never gone any further than that. Just as my brother’s tease, I’m very much
still a virgin. I refuse to hand off my virginity to just anyone. I sure as
hell won’t be giving it to anyone of my mother’s choosing, and even though
Mayson jokes, they’d flip their shit if I were having sex.

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J. Haney
was born and raised in Kentucky, currently residing in Greenup County,
Kentucky, with her family, where she is the proud momma to Jessalyn Kristine.
J. Haney’s work tends to lean toward real life, drawing her readers into a
world they can get lost inside.

S.I. Hayes
was born and bred in New England and is currently living in Ohio. Running
around Connecticut, she used all of her family and friends as inspiration for
her many novels. When not writing, she can be found drawing one of many
fabulous book covers or teasers.

Since
meeting in 2016, the pair have embarked on the journey of a thousand tales.
Keep your eyes open, and a fresh pair of panties close by. You know, just in
case.

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Missing Colors by Lana Orndorff

General Fiction

Date Published: August 25, 2020

 Publisher: Three South Press

Friends since childhood, Logan Ritter and Hunter James are now only held
together by family ties and a history of codependency. Logan is a doctoral
student and teacher who wraps himself in work, Hunter's parents, and his
other long-time friend, Missy. Meanwhile, Hunter, struggling to balance his
summer undergraduate courses, a part-time job, and his ever-increasing
alcoholism, becomes obsessed with a misguided young woman he's never met. As
their university town experiences unprecedented fear in the summer of 2002,
each man’s life becomes blurred by self-absorption, assumptions, and
full-on delusions. When faced with some undeniable truths, Logan and Hunter
must decide how to untangle themselves from the false realities to which
they've been clinging.

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Another mouthful of hoppy beer enriches my senses. Before I can even
swallow, I see he has finally made the connection in his brain, his eyes
opening twice as wide as I thought was possible. Logan lets out a breath and
contorts his face, as if he just caught me doing his precious Buffy, or
Cindy, or whatever, doggy style on their Egyptian cotton sheets.

"You're delivering pizzas? A pizza delivery boy? That's just fucking
fantastic. Good for you. Something to be proud of after spending a fifth of
your life in college." Logan is really great with literature and shit,
but he sucks at math.

"Well, like I said, I prefer to say I'm in transfers. I will transfer
the pizza from Pizza House to someone's living room," I say,
demonstrating the complexity of the gig with large gestures. "Without
me, thousands of people would starve. I'm a god-damned
humanitarian!" 

Logan shakes his head, looks me up and down, and laughs. Not because he
finds humor in anything, but because he is mocking me. His judgemental stare
causes me to heat up with rage, with the amount of alcohol in my system
I’m already highly flammable. “I am not a fucking clown!”
I ignite and slap Logan's beer bottle off of the table. It hits the already
damaged wall and shatters making a loud, but not out of place, sound. No one
else in the bar seems to notice. Logan lets out a slow, controlled breath.
Now having a look of disapproval rather than shock, he pulls a fifty out of
his wallet, sets it on the table and walks through the bar, leaving me
alone.

 About the Author

Lana Orndorff works as a freelance writer and lives in Chicago with her
husband and son. Missing Colors is her debut novel. As a reader and writer,
she prefers beautifully tragic stories that fracture her heart. Because of
this, her husband rarely takes her book recommendations.

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Scandal’s Promise
Pamela Gibson
Publication date: August 19th 2020
Genres: Adult, Historical Romance

Haunted by questions and her own insecurities, Lady Emily Sinclair longs to discover why her betrothed abandoned her and married another. Seven years have passed, but the pain of his betrayal still lingers, buried beneath layers of humiliation and mistrust. When he returns after the Napoleonic Wars, she vows to avoid him. If only her foolish heart felt the same.

Broken and addicted to his medication, widower Andrew Quimby, Lord Cardmore, rattles around his ancient manor, oblivious to his deteriorating health and state of mind. When he learns the woman he was forced to abandon remains unmarried, he vows to try to win her back, even if it means returning to a society he despises.

But Andrew soon discovers he has a secret enemy. Threatening notes appear and sinister accidents put those in his inner circle in danger. Can he overcome his demons in time to keep them safe or will everyone and everything he loves disappear forever.

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A tiny birdlike woman with sharp features stared at him from across the room. Her bonnet and outwear lay neatly on a chair. Next to it was the heavy woolen coat and hat of the young boy with frightened eyes who clutched her hand.

Andrew’s breath hitched as he looked at the child. Blue eyes, glistening with unshed tears, peeked up at him from a narrow face with a defiant chin. His guinea-gold tousled hair was cut short and his clothes were fashionable, albeit wrinkled.

The woman raised her head and glared at him. “I beg your pardon, my lord. I realize the hour is late. My name is Bricker. I was told to deliver Master George to you and then be on my way. I’ve taken a room in the village coaching house for the night, and I will return to London in the morning.”

Andrew forced himself to meet her gaze and speak in a calm voice while turmoil swirled in his gut.

“You can’t leave him here.”

“I can and I will.”

“Why now?”

“My employer’s wife has passed on, and he has no interest in the child. Madame was the one who insisted on providing the boy with a home. Master George was the only link she had with her daughter.”

“And you?”

“I’ve been his nurse since his birth at his grandparents’ London home.”

“If you are leaving, who will care for him?”

“With all due respect, that’s your problem, my lord.”

She turned to the child who began to sob. He buried his face in her skirts and fisted his small hands in the folds, his back shaking.

Her body vibrated with hatred. “See what you’ve done. You’ve upset him. He’s only six years old and not accustomed to cold toffs like you.”

Andrew stiffened, repressing the urge to curse. Instead he modulated his tone. “He cannot stay. I have no staff, no nursery. There’s nothing here for him to wear or play with. You must leave and take him back to where you came from.”

“His valise is outside in the hall. It has his belongings. He hasn’t much. As you would know if you’d deigned to take an interest in him.”

He supposed the verbal blow was deserved, despite the circumstances now confronting him, but his patience was at an end.

What the bloody hell am I to do with a child?

“You’re right. I know nothing about children. You can see he’s distressed. Can you not stay? I can pay you.” Panic gripped his throat, threatening to strangle him.

“I have another post. And now I must take my leave. ’Tis cold and wet, and I long for my bed.”

“Don’t go,” implored Andrew. “He’s crying. What does he need?”

“Give him a bit of soup and a bed. He’ll be right as rain in the morning.”

She disengaged the boy’s hands and bent down to face him. “You mustn’t cry, Master George. This is your home now. I’m sure his lordship must have a horse or two in his stables. You’ll see what a fine house this is when morning comes.”

The woman led the boy to a spindly chair and seated him. The child hid his face in his hands and wailed like his heart was broken. With a final pat, she put on her coat and hat and strode toward the door. “My hired conveyance is waiting. I’ll see myself out.” Footsteps echoed in the hall, fading as the woman reached the outer door.

Ralston stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes wide. The child’s wailing increased, and Andrew cringed. How was he to stop the noise? His valet hovered near the doorway. “Lester. Bring the new housemaid. I believe her name is Matilda. She should be in Mrs. Evans’s quarters or nearby.”

“Very good, milord.”

Ralston, who’d been silent during the drama seemed to recover from his stupor and frowned. “Do you even know who this is?”

“Sadly, I do.”

“Do you mind enlightening me? I admit, this is more entertainment than I’ve had in a decade.”

“His name is George.”

“I believe I got that.”

“He is—he is my son.”

Ralston fell into a nearby chair. “I’m astonished. I’d heard Caroline died in childbirth, but I thought the child was stillborn.”

“He’s very much alive, as you can see. And hear.”

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Author of eight books on California history and fifteen romance novels, Pamela Gibson is a former City Manager who lives in the Nevada desert. Having spent the last three years messing about in boats, a hobby that included a five-thousand-mile trip in a 32-foot Nordic Tug, she now spends most of her time indoors happily reading, writing, cooking and keeping up with the antics of Ralph, the Rescue Cat. If you want to learn more about her activities go to https://www.pamelagibsonwrites.com and sign up for her quarterly newsletter and occasional blog. Or follow her in these places:

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In the Shadow of a Valiant Moon by Stu Jones & Gareth Worthington

Sci fi, Dystopian, Apocalyptic

Date Published: Aug 25 2020

Publisher: Vesuvian Books

Four years have passed since the lillipads fell and Etyom slipped into
darkness. The New Black Death has mutated again, spreading to near epidemic
proportions. What little order existed in Earth’s last city has
disintegrated into chaos.

Rippers roam the Vapid, robbing and leaving their victims butchered. The
Robusts have spilled out of their broken enclaves and hide in any dark
corner that will conceal them. Meanwhile, the elite Graciles, fallen from
their pristine towers in the sky, have all mysteriously disappeared.

Demitri is a prisoner in his own mind. His demon, Vedmak—now known as
the Vardøger—is manipulating Demitri’s body to execute a
secret plan far more disastrous than even the Gracile Leader dared.

Mila, her status among the fractured resistance elevated to that of
Paladyn—a protector of the people—leads the fight against
zealots intent on destroying what little remains of Etyom. It is a
responsibility she never wanted, a calling that prevents her from doing what
she truly desires.

Yet, Mila should be careful of what she longs. Caught between annihilation
and loyalties that refuse to die, she must reconcile a single immutable
truth: following your heart comes at a price.

 

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Sci fi, dystopian, apocalyptic

Date Published: May 22 2018

Publisher: Vesuvian Books

The world you know is dead. We did this to ourselves.

The epidemic struck at the end of the Third World War. Fighting over oil,
power, and religion, governments ignored the rise of an
antibacterial-resistant plague. In just five years, the Earth was
annihilated. Only one city survived—Etyom—a frozen hellhole in
northern Siberia, engulfed in endless conflict.

The year is 2251.

Two groups emerged from the ashes of the old world. Within the walled city
of Lower Etyom dwell the Robusts—descendants of the poor who were
immune to the New Black Death. Above them, in a metropolis of pristine
platforms called lillipads, live the Graciles—the progeny of the
superrich, bio-engineered to resist the plague.

Mila Solokoff is a Robust who trades information in a world where knowing
too much can get you killed. Caught in a deal gone bad, she's forced to take
a high-risk job for a clandestine organization hell-bent on
revolution.

Demitri Stasevich is a Gracile with a dark secret—a sickness that, if
discovered, will get him Ax'd. His only relief is an illegal narcotic
produced by the Robusts, and his only means of obtaining it is a journey to
the arctic hell far below New Etyom.

Thrust together in the midst of a sinister plot that threatens all life
above and below the cloud line, Mila and Demitri must master their demons
and make a choice—one that will either salvage what's left of the
human race or doom it to extinction …

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Winner — 2019 Feathered Quill Book Awards — Science
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2018 Dragon Awards — Science Fiction

·         Winner —
2018 New York Book Festival — Science Fiction

·         First Place Ribbon
— 2018 Chanticleer International Book Awards — Science
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MILA

The young man in the brown jacket spins, arms raised high, a blood-curdling
scream issuing from his lips. A few awkward steps and he falls, sprawling
headlong across a pile of slush and rubble. A crimson fan spreads out under
his corpse, staining the snow red. Another death, another friend of the
cause, gone.

He was seventeen.

All around the pop-whizz of gunfire followed by deafening explosions from
detonating grenades reminds us all the Kahangan stronghold of Nazal will not
fall easily. I slide farther into the frozen mud of the ditch and scrunch
into a ball.

“Mos.” Where the hell is he? “Mos, you with
me?”

“I'm here, Mila.” The barrel chested Kahangan with midnight
skin crawls up next to me, careful to keep his bulk below the rise.

“Who’s hit?”

“Mauricio.”

“Is he dead?”

“He's not moving.”

“Sniper?” Mos jerks his head in the direction of the building
before us. Politsiya in faded Cyrillic letters adorns the ruined
facade.

“Knows what they're doing too.” I pull a small mirror from the
arm pouch on my leather jacket and slowly raise it to get a better
view.

In the reflection is the form of a person, prone on the roof of the
palace—if you can call it that.

A glint of light bounces off the glass.

I snatch my hand down and pinch my eyes shut as a chunk of earth explodes
from the rim of the ditch, showering us with wet clods of cold mud. The
lingering crack of a rifle follows. He’s got a sarding scope and a
good, stable position. Guy definitely knows what he's doing.

“There's a way up to the roof on the back side,” Mos says.
“I can flank his position and approach from behind if you can keep his
attention.” He cocks his head. “That's probably stupid,
huh?”

“It's only stupid if it doesn't work.”

Mos, already shuffling away, motions to a few others hiding in another
ditch to follow.

“What are you going to do?” I ask.

“Wait for my call.” Mos grins, revealing large, square, white
teeth, then creeps away and seems to vanish into thin air.

The cold seeps through my clothing, stealing the fading warmth of the sun.
My scarred Kalashnikov rifle feels like a cold, lead weight. I exchanged my
bean-bag propelling weapon for a death-dealing one some time ago. I
don’t even remember when that happened. Like everything else in this
forsaken city, it just sort of did. Yeos forgive me. I loose my canteen from
my satchel and take a shaky swallow of the nearly frozen water.

A bark, much like a wild dog.

The signal. “Now!”

I drop the canteen, roll to the left, and rise to one knee. Three more of
my fighters appear and the air ignites with the sounds of war. Dust and
stone billow around the sniper's nest. Our suppressive fire has the desired
effect: he’s blinded by debris.

“Ceasefire!” I kneel again, the Kalashnikov pressed into my
shoulder, watching as the dust clears. “Stand ready.”

We wait in silence, a bitter wind snapping at our scarf-covered
faces.

Another flash of light from the roof.

“Get down!” I flop into the muck.

This time there is no report. No exploding clump of earth. A cry of terror
fills the air, followed by the sounds of a struggle. I chance a glance. Mos
is standing tall and proud on the roof.

“Hold your fire!” I yell.

My comrades lower their weapons. Mos reaches down and plucks up a skinny
Kahangan who drops a long-barreled rifle. The little man screams, flailing
madly against my friend's superior strength.

“Traitor.” Mos bellows loud enough to be heard, even from down
here. With a single heave, the large Kahangan hurls the sniper over the
edge. The man's hollow scream is cut short as he strikes the frozen ground
some ten stories below.

I force myself to peer down at his mangled corpse, twisted like a broken
doll in the ice and mud below. The Kalashnikov drops to hang from its canvas
strap across my chest. My people follow suit, relaxing their guard, their
eyes glazed over in a mixture of relief and stress. They’re all good
soldiers. Committed to the cause—peace in Etyom, the last city. The
Kahangan civil war has been going on for too long. Kapka—who somehow
managed to survive the RPG blast on the platform four years
ago—continues his campaign against the followers of Yeos with renewed
vigor, but has so far not managed to take this Musul faction. Instead, in
this desolate place, power-hungry warlords fight over resources while the
people suffer. Here, it’s not Kapka who reigns, but Nazal.

Little is known of the origins of this despot. Some say, like all warlords,
he simply rode to power on the broken backs of the Kahangan people. That
there was nothing he wasn’t willing to do and no one he wasn’t
willing to betray to claim the power he felt was owed to him. Others seem to
whisper of his evil deeds like he’s some sort of phantom—a
terrible consequence of our own divisiveness. Whatever the case, Nazal is a
plague. He’s no Kapka, but the piles of corpses he’s left in his
wake can no longer be overlooked. The resistance will stop him because
someone must.

 About Stu Jones

A veteran law enforcement officer, Stu Jones has worked as a beat cop, an
investigator, an instructor of firearms and police defensive tactics and as
a member and team leader of a multi-jurisdictional SWAT team.

 

About Gareth Worthington 

Gareth Worthington BSc PhD EMBA is a trained marine biologist and holds a
doctorate in comparative endocrinology. Gareth works in the pharmaceutical
industry helping to educate the world's doctors on new cancer
therapies.

 

 

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What a Prickly Pear by Tina Mowrey

Children's Picture Book

Date Published: August 25, 2020

Publisher: Clearfork

Roxy and Stumpy, two clever raccoons, are known for their dumpster diving
abilities. Most mornings, their bellies are full and sleep comes easy. Until
one day, they aren't so lucky. Tired and hungry, Roxy and Stumpy meet a
handful of unique animal friends who eat prickly pear cactus. Yes, that's
right - CACTUS! Join the raccoons as they decide whether or not this spiny
food is worth the trouble.

 

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A transplant from Massachusetts, Tina lives in Austin, TX, where she was
introduced to the prickly pear cactus! Having been a singer/songwriter for
years, Tina decided to put pen to paper and try her hand at picture book
writing. It was much harder than expected, but she loves it. When she
isn’t writing picture books, Tina spends her time working as an 8th
grade language arts teacher and keeping up with her family of 4 humans &
5 pets!

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Beneath the Broken by Elle Keating

Title: Beneath the Broken

Series: Dangerous Love Series

Author: Elle Keating

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: August 25, 2020

Cover Design:Arijana Karčič, Cover It! Designs

Gabe McGinnis loves his job as a commercial fisherman, his bayside cottage at the Jersey shore and his large Italian-Irish family. But there is something missing in his life, something that he both longs for and fears. Because of his past, Gabe has never been intimate with a woman.

Single mom Devan Murray is more than ready to ditch her business suits and hectic lifestyle in New York City and move to the calm beach town of Avalon with her son. They both are in need of a fresh start. But the moment she locks eyes with her sexy new next-door neighbor, she’s feeling anything but calm. Just the sight of him has her wanting things she hasn’t experienced in more years than she cares to admit.

But Gabe conjures up more than just butterflies in Devan’s stomach whenever they are together. She has questions, the kind you are afraid to ask...because the answers you may receive may be too horrific to hear.

Elle Keating is the author of romance novels with sexy heroes and fierce females. Her first book, Thrill of the Chase (Dangerous Love, #1), was published by Forever Romance’s digital imprint, Forever Yours, in 2015. She has since expanded the series and released the Dream Duet and the taboo romance, Keeping His Commandments. Elle is currently working on several projects including the sequel to her paranormal romance, Into Temptation, and a steamy forbidden romance that may raise some eyebrows.

When Elle isn’t torturing her heroes and heroines (don’t worry, there’s always a happily ever after), she is a public school administrator and enjoys spending time with her husband and 3 children in New Jersey. For more on Elle and her books, visit ellekeating.com.

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