Distraction
Underground Kings #3 By Aurora Rose Reynolds Release Date February 2, 2016
Synopsis
Distraction: The great intensity, novelty, or attractiveness of something other than the object of attention. Sven is a man who takes pride in his ability to separate himself from his emotions. He's a man who knows who he is and where he’s going in life, a man who needs no one, because needing someone, anyone, is a weakness. His past taught him love isn’t enough. Maggie wants the happily ever after, but has never picked the right men, or stuck around long enough, to build a forever. It’s always been easier to get out early, before emotions make things messy. When Maggie wakes up naked in Sven’s bed, with no memory of the night before, these two must be honest about their feelings and face their fears, so they can build a future together. Will love be enough for them to get their happy ending together, or will a threat from outside strike them down before they ever have a chance?
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“Fuck no,” I snap, loosening my tie. The last assistant I had ended up being a clusterfuck. The woman was pissed that I wouldn’t fuck her. I finally had to fire her ass when she brought another woman up to my office and proceeded to try and get me to join them on my couch when I walked in on them half naked. Work is work. Yes, I might invite women up to fuck, but never anyone I work with. “It’s not like she’s your type,” he says, and I feel my jaw tick. “Besides, if she’s up here with you, she’ll stop harassing the women down there.” He nods toward where she’s sitting and my eyes follow the movement, seeing her talking to a girl who looks a little startled by whatever it is Maggie is telling her. “It’s not happening. You guys need to keep her out of the club,” I tell him, turning away from the window. “Just saying it would be a good way to keep an eye on her,” he gripes, patting my shoulder before leaving my office and closing the door behind him. Letting out a frustrated breath, I turn away from the window and try to focus on all the shit I need to get done. “Yeah,” I pick up my desk phone when it beeps and looking at the clock, seeing that an hour has passed since Teo left. “Look out your window,” Zack says, and I spin my chair around and scan the floor, wondering what he wants me to see. Then I spot Maggie with a man’s head tucked under her arm as she leads him toward the front of the club, with Lane and Zack following closely behind them. “What the fuck is going on?” “That guy tried to put something in some chick’s drink, and Maggie saw him and went postal on his ass,” he explains almost proudly. “Jesus Christ, what the fuck do I pay you for?” I gripe. “I saw the whole thing. I was getting ready to step in when she stood up on her barstool, jumped on the guy’s back, and then did some fucking ninja shit, wrapping her arm around the guy’s head and forcing him to his knees. She won’t let him go. She said she wants to ask him some questions.” “I’m on my way down,” I say, slamming down the phone and jerking open the door to my office, taking the stairs two at a time. Reaching the front of the club, I see Zack holding the guy and Lane’s arms wrapped around Maggie’s waist, trying to drag her away. What the fuck is going on?” I roar, and all eyes come to me except Maggie’s, who takes the opportunity to grab the man’s ear and twist, making him drop hard to the ground on his knees. “You think it’s funny to drug innocent women, you flaming turd bucket?” she yells, hitting the top of the guy’s bald head, and Zack chuckles along with Lane, but I don’t see one damn thing that’s funny about this shit. “Maggie, let him go and come here,” I growl, and she raises her eyes to meet mine, looking startled. “He—” “I said get your ass over here now!” I yell, cutting her off and feeling the vein in my neck bulge as I point to the ground at my feet. “Fine.” She pouts, letting the guy go, walking sullenly toward me as Zack pulls the man to his feet, taking him with him around the corner, with Lane following behind them with his phone to his ear. I’m sure they are going to have a talk and wait for the cops. “Let’s go,” I say, wrapping my hand around the back of her neck, leading her through the club and up the stairs to my office. Sitting her in the chair in front of my desk, I walk over to the cabinets where I keep my personal bottle of scotch and pull out the cap. I then lift the bottle to my lips, taking a swig while trying to calm down. “Alcohol isn’t good for you,” she informs me as I take a seat behind my desk. “Do I look like I give a fuck about that?” I ask her, taking another swig. “You might not care about what it can do to your body right now, but you may want to know that it lowers sperm count and stamina in the long run.” “Jesus.” I shake my head and rub my eyes in aggravation. “Just saying it’s not good for you,” she mutters, dropping her eyes to her lap. “What happened downstairs isn’t okay, Mags.” “Maggie,” she corrects, still not looking at me. “Whatever,” I drone, taking another swig. “You could have gotten hurt.” “I have a black belt—” “Look at me,” I demand, cutting her off and slamming the bottle down on the top of the desk, waiting for her eyes to meet mine. “You could have gotten hurt or worse. Do you understand that? He could have had a weapon on him.” “You don’t understand,” she whispers as tears fill her eyes, but I harden myself against them, needing her to understand this isn’t a fucking movie. This is real life, and there are bad--really fucking bad—people in this world. “You’re not allowed on the club floor anymore,” I state firmly. “I’m going to find the guys who hurt my sister,” she states, and I see the determination in her eyes that make me proud and pissed at the same time. “If you come, you come to my office, and if something happens down there”—I point to the club floor over my shoulder—“you’ll be the first to know.” “Why would I come to your office? I need to be at the bar where I can see what’s going on.” “You just got the job as my new assistant,” I tell her, watching her frown while wondering what the fuck I’m doing. This chick is a distraction I do not need right now, or ever for that matter. “I already have a job,” she says as her frown grows deeper. “Well, quit. You’re here every night, Mags, and you don’t leave ‘til the club closes at one. I can tell by the bags under your eyes that you’re exhausted.” “Why would you want me to work here?” Now, isn’t that the million dollar question? “Either take me up on my offer, or I’m going to have a restraining order placed against you and you won’t be allowed within a few hundred feet of the club.” I shrug like it’s all the same to me. “You know this is malarkey, right?” she stands and I take her in fully for the first time tonight. Her loose, sheer, black dress is cinched with a thin belt emphasizing the dip in her waist between her full hips and breasts. Her hair is down in a mass of messy waves, and her makeup is subtle but still draws attention to her eyes, which look even more golden now that she’s standing in front of me looking pissed off. “I’m not messing around with you anymore either. You take me up on my deal, or I’ll call the police and have them escort you off the premises,” I tell her, ignoring the fact I’m getting hard just looking at her. “This is total crap,” she mumbles, looking around before meeting my eyes again. “Take it or leave it.” “Jeez, can I have a second to think?” she cries, and I feel my lips twitch, so I rub my hand down over my mouth to hide it. “Ten,” I state, watching her eyes narrow. “Nine…eight…seven…” I continue counting, watching as she looks at me like she’s ready to kill me. “Six,” I raise a brow. “Five…” “Fine!” she yells when I open my mouth to finish my countdown. “Thought so,” I say triumphantly. “You’re such a…you’re such a bigasterd,” she growls. “A what?” I ask, and I can’t help it, I laugh at that one. “When do I start?” she asks, ignoring my question while red spreads across her cheeks and down her neck. “Tomorrow. Be here at five, and I’ll show you around the club and tell you your responsibilities.”
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About The Author
Aurora Rose Reynolds is a navy brat who's husband served in the United States Navy. She has lived all over the country but now resides in New York City with her Husband and pet fish. She's married to an alpha male that loves her as much as the men in her books love their women. He gives her over the top inspiration everyday. In her free time she reads, writes and enjoys going to the movies with her husband and cookie. She also enjoys taking mini weekend vacations to nowhere, or spends time at home with friends and family. Last but not least she appreciates everyday and admires it's beauty. Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads | Pinterest
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Legend
The Real Series #6 By Katy Evans Release Date February 9, 2016
Synopsis
Maverick “the Avenger” Cage wants to rise to the top and become a legend in the ring. Though he keeps his identity well guarded, he's known on the fighting circuit as the new kid with a chip on his shoulder and a tattoo on his back that marks him as trouble. He's got a personal score to settle with the Underground's one and only Remington "Riptide" Tate. As Mav trains, he meets a young girl—the only other new person in the town--and sparks fly. When things get heated between them, he finds out she's none other than Reese Dumas, the cousin of Remington Tate’s wife. A girl who's supposed to root against him and a girl he's supposed to stay away from. But Maverick fights for the woman in his heart, and the monsters in his blood. The world’s eyes are on them and the victor will go down in history as the ultimate fighting champion; the ultimate LEGEND. * LEGEND is the 6th and final installment of the REAL series, but it can also be read as standalone or after the three Remington and Brooke books (Real/Mine/Remy.)
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It’s midweek already, and I’m halfway through my workout when I get a text from Brooke: Hey! Huge line at the Underground registration, might pick up lunch on our way back home. Don’t wait for us - lunch home w/Diane Me: Got it ☺ Will take Racer to park and meet you home ltr I set my phone aside and scan the gym again. Some otherworldly impulse has me walking past the weights section. I cross the treadmills, bicycles, toward the mats at the end and the boxing bags. I scan the area where Maverick always works out. There are several guys at the bags now. None of them are as big, or mysterious. Or hot. He’s gone. Disappointment washes over me. I wait a bit, checking the time. Five minutes to leave for Racer. Reese, you’re acting stupid. “You’re looking for your friend? The one you come in with?” “I . . . ah . . . yeah.” “He hasn’t come in.” “Right. Thanks.” I head to pick up Racer from day care, meet Pete there with the stroller and our snacks, then sit Racer inside and push him to the park. There’s this spot I like under the shadow of a tree. I head there. “How was day care, Racer?” “Okay.” He’s scanning the park for dogs, I know. “This is nice, isn’t it?” I pull out his fruit bears and open them. He dives in. “Racer, I ran extra hard today and I’m suddenly hungry. If I tell you an extra story tonight, would you give me one of your fruit bears?” “Two stowies,” he negotiates. “Okay, two stories, for two bears?” I shoot back. He hesitates, then nods and lets me pull out two bears, examining my hand thoroughly. I let him open my palm. “See? Two?” He grins a dimpled grin that I could eat up, and then continues eating. I shove them in my mouth and start to set up my blanket and stop in my tracks when I spot the figure doing pull-ups on the tree. His T-shirt is riding upward due to the lifted position of his arms, and I can see the concrete-like squares of his abs perfectly. His extraordinary eyes blaze and glow when he spots me a few feet away, not far from the tree. He drops himself to the ground, lithe as a cat and surprisingly quiet, and as he stretches to his feet from the crouched position he landed in, his eyes are direct and interested and warm. No, not warm. More. There’s a flip in my stomach when his lips curl a little. He ambles over and I have the oddest sensation that he was waiting for me. But . . . was he? “Maverick.” “Mavewick!” Racer repeats, and puts out his fist. He bumps fists with Racer. “Dude. Cool cap.” He taps Racer’s Yankees baseball cap. Then his eyes lift to meet mine. My stomach feels unsettled, but it’s not from hunger, more like from nerves or something like . . . anticipation. “Didn’t see you at the gym today,” I say. He shakes his head. “I talked to Oz.” “You did?” He gives me this quiet, perfect smile and simply nods. “That’s great.” “Yeah.” We smile for the most delicious few seconds. “So you’re fighting during the inaugural?” I ask excitedly. He pulls out a page from his back jeans pocket. “That’s me.” I take and scan the page. It indicates his accepting the Underground terms and rules of engagement, states his coach’s name, and then his name. A dangerous little chill runs down my spine when I read: Maverick “the Avenger” Cage And Maverick “the Avenger” Cage is watching me read this paper, studying my reaction. My palms are sweaty all of a sudden. “Well . . . wow.” My stomach is quaking upon seeing his name, I don’t know why. Maverick Cage. His name is a conundrum. Maverick means “rebel,” and cage . . . But it looks like this maverick is coming out of his cage. He tucks the page back into his jeans. “I had to tell someone.” “And you came to tell me?” If I sound bewildered, it’s because I am. He stares into me, a liquid look coming to his eyes. “It wouldn’t be happening if it weren’t for you.” “That’s totally not true.” He glances down at the stroller. “I wouldn’t forgive myself if I didn’t tell my buddy here.” He fist-bumps Racer again and Racer giggles at the attention. “Mom and Dad are busy, so I get to keep him for an extra while,” I tell Maverick. He stares at me. He has a very stubborn, arrogant face, but when he smiles, pleasure softens his granitelike features. And he’s smiling right now. Dear me. “So he’s not yours,” he says. “God, no. I wish!” I can’t think straight when he looks at me. I feel naked. As if he knows that I’ve missed him. As if he knows that just looking at him makes me feel odd. Odd and oddly sensual inside. Responding to him. I open my blanket and bend over to smooth it on the ground. Then I realize my butt is sticking out, the Himalayas of butts out there for him to see. In tight exercise gear. Fuck. He kneels on his haunches at the edges of the blanket and opens his hand. “Share the blanket with me?” His knuckles are still scarred. I can’t decide why I keep looking at them. I get a gut squeeze of empathy every time I see the bruises. His hands are huge. He plants them on the blanket, then shifts to lean back on his arms, stretching out his legs before him. Other couples are nearby on blankets. It feels intimate when I set my stuff down, and I feel myself go hot when I sense him watching me settle down next to it. He spreads out just a little more and squints up at the tree, then looks at me in silence. I search the picnic bag. “Want some . . . kid food? Or I’ve got . . .” I pull out my emergency Snickers bar, which I’m proud not to have touched yet, and I hand it over. “Plus one water and a drinking cup with a lid.” I pass the drinking cup to Racer and hand Maverick the water. He takes it. “I’m good.” He opens the water bottle and hands it to me. I shake my head. I’m not hungry, really. Or thirsty. My stomach feels full of butterflies again and it makes no sense, since I don’t even know him. He shifts up higher on his arms, the flex of his torsal muscles visible through the cotton of his shirt. “I almost thought you’d arrived to the gym and got yourself kicked out,” I try. “Not yet. There’s still tomorrow.” He smirks. And there’s a tinge of merriment in his eyes. “Wee, and the ducks?” I jerk my attention back to Racer and my pending business with him. “Right. I promised we’d feed the ducks today.” I quickly pack our stuff and then push the stroller toward the lake. He walks beside me. I feel him watching me as I stop at the dispenser to fill up a cup of duck food. “Mavewick, get me out,” Racer commands. Maverick sweeps him up and sets him on his feet. “Don’t go in the water, Racer, just stay on the edge, and don’t let them bite your finger. Do it like this. . . .” I show him how to cup his hand. “Or throw it in the water and watch them pick at it.” He nods and starts throwing all over, sending the ducks after the nibbles. I sit on the ground, the scent of damp grass surrounding us as Maverick sits beside me. “Hey, I want to do something for you.” “What?” I can’t remember how to breathe. I give him a moment to explain, but he’s not helping me out, only smiling. His face is open, friendly, his smile captivating. But his eyes are guarded, careful. I try to keep my voice indifferent. “You mean for the gym?” I ask, a puzzled frown on my face. He nods. “For that. And Oz.” “Oh.” I shake my head, laughing softly. “It’s nothing, really.” When he looks at me, he looks curious, and unsatisfied somehow. But a genuinely appreciative smile touches his eyes. “Trust me. It’s not nothing. It’s something, and I appreciate it.” His open gratitude makes me so warm. He makes me feel impulsive. “I’m in a healthy-living boot camp this summer. You’re meeting the new Reese,” I hear myself blurt out. Wow. Did I just spew it out like that? I’m so desperate for him to share bits of himself that I’m just totally baring myself to him without his even asking. Thank god he takes it in stride with an attractive little dance in his eyes. “What was the old one like?” he asks easily. I shrug and shake my head, not really wanting to get into that. When he does nothing to fill the silence that settles between us, it leaves me with nothing to do but look up at him. I lift my lashes, and he’s staring at me with a look of total intrigue in his eyes. Wisps of hair tease my face, and I push them away, feeling really restless under that stare. “Help me kick my own ass, and we’ll call it even,” I suddenly suggest. He shakes his head with playful stubbornness. “We’re not even. I still owe you.” His eyes grow thoughtful, and he reaches into his pocket and extracts something. “Open your palm.” He looks so intense that I open my palm and watch him drop something in it. “What’s this?” “My IOU.” I stare at the penny in my palm, then look up at him in confusion. His voice sounds a little more harsh and textured all of a sudden. “I don’t have a lot right now, but I got this.” “For a rainy day?” I ask. “For any day.”
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Hey! I’m Katy Evans and I love family, books, life, and love. I’m married with two children and three dogs and spend my time baking, walking, writing, reading, and taking care of my family. Thank you for spending your time with me and picking up my story. I hope you had an amazing time with it, like I did. If you’d like to know more about books in progress, look me up on the Internet, I’d love to hear from you! Website: www.katyevans.net Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorKatyEvans Twitter: https://twitter.com/authorkatyevans Email: [email protected]
Reign
Sin City Outlaws #1 By M.N. Forgy Release Date January 27, 2015
Synopsis
As the president of the Sin City Outlaw Motorcycle Club, l fuck as hard as I ride and rarely go to bed alone. The women are fast and the violence is intense. I excel in both. People either respect me or fear me. I'm not arrogant. It’s just the truth. I was a king, reigning over Vegas without complication, until one gorgeous sheriff made everything fall apart. When I saw her, I became a Neanderthal, wanting nothing more than to be between those legs. I guess that’s where I went wrong, because my reality was shot to hell real fucking fast. One kiss caused her to step over that blue line. One night in her bed made me a traitor. And now… we’re both screwed.
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“Really? You got me donuts?” I arch a brow, dropping the lid. He turns, a mischievous smile fitting his face. “Don’t all cops like donuts?” he jeers. I roll my eyes, placing my hand on my hip. “That’s so stereotypical,” I huff. “Oh, really?” he replies, grabbing the box off the table, a smug smile still on his face. “I’ll get rid of them then.” “No, wait!” I nearly trip over my feet trying to grab the box of donuts. He holds them higher than me and smiles so big I think I see two dimples. Really, he’s pulling the notorious bully move holding them just above my reach? Why am I attracted to him again? “I thought you didn’t like them,” he taunts. “I do like them. A lot, actually.” I cross my arms, my cheeks flushing. My dad used to always take me to the local bakery to get donuts on the weekends. I would get whatever I wanted—usually anything with sprinkles—and we would drop the rest off at the department. What can I say, embrace your stereotypes. “So, it’s true. Cops love donuts,” he states arrogantly, sitting the box back down.
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About The Author
M.N. Forgy was raised in Missouri where she still lives with her family. She's a soccer mom by day and a saucy writer by night. M.N. Forgy started writing at a young age but never took it seriously until years later, as a stay-at-home mom, she opened her laptop and started writing again. As a role model for her children, she felt she couldn't live with the "what if" anymore and finally took a chance on her character's story. So, with her glass of wine in hand and a stray Barbie sharing her seat, she continues to create and please her fans. Stalk Her: Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads |
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