Mercy
Sin City Outlaws #2 By M.N. Forgy Release Date April 4, 2016
Synopsis
I’m an outlaw. I don’t fall in love and I sure as fuck don't run... Until Jillian McAdams. I fell for a law abiding Sheriff, breaking my vows to my own club, and turning her against her family of blue. An outlaw and a sheriff, it can only end in one way… Mayhem. Now we both have to pay the ultimate price for betraying our families. I swore to kill my brother, his allegiance sworn to another club, if I ever saw him again. Yet here I am running to him in hopes to save Jillian’s life… We both will have to rewrite the rules we know to stay alive. Even if it means we lose everything we had in doing so…
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“Just—Just get in the shower,” he mutters, pulling back the shower curtain. “Why are you doing all this?” A pensive look crosses his face. “All of what?” “This!” I wave my hands around. “Holding that nice old couple at gunpoint, in here with me. All of it?” His eyes rake over me, and he shrugs. “So you could shower.” “So you kidnapped a little old couple so I could shower?” “Yep!” It’s wrong, so wrong. Yet, I feel my chest tighten with longing and adoration. I like it. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME? I can’t help my attraction to him. His stare is cold, his calloused hands rough, but his draw is soft and alluring. “You going to get in?” He flicks a brow at me.
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Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1W0eSdq Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/1JFJyyJ Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/1PW98BW iBooks: http://apple.co/1R8tNCO Kobo: http://bit.ly/1QdBQy7 Synopsis As the president of the Sin City Outlaw Motorcycle Club, I 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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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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Mercy
Sin City Outlaws #2 By M.N. Forgy Release Date: April 4, 2016
Synopsis
I’m an outlaw. I don’t fall in love and I sure as fuck don't run... Until Jillian McAdams. I fell for a law abiding Sheriff, breaking my vows to my own club, and turning her against her family of blue.An outlaw and a sheriff, it can only end in one way… Mayhem. Now we both have to pay the ultimate price for betraying our families. I swore to kill my brother, his allegiance sworn to another club, if I ever saw him again. Yet here I am running to him in hopes to save Jillian’s life… We both will have to rewrite the rules we know to stay alive. Even if it means we lose everything we had in doing so…
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“We need to keep moving, I don’t have time to explain this over and over to you. I can’t penetrate your naive little brain any more than I have.” His Adam’s apple bobs, and he grips my cuffs, pulling me after him. “Why do you have to be such an asshole!?” I yank back on the cuffs to get his attention. Looking over his shoulder, he jabs, “I guess you just bring it out in me, Rookie.” That stung. We walk for what seems like forever, and not one car drives by. The moon is high in the sky, and the wind is beginning to blow with a chill that has me shrinking into myself to keep warm. My emotions are a mess. I don’t know what to accept as truth, and what is a lie. I’m always so sure of everything, until Zeek walked in my life. Now, I know nothing about nothing. A shiver trembles from my lips causing my teeth to clatter. Zeek looks over his shoulder and stops. “You cold?” “I’m fine.” Ignoring me, he shimmies his leather cut off. “Here, this will help.” I shake my head and hold my cuffed hands up. “No, really I’m fine.” The last thing I want is to wear the insignia of the club that just offed one of my family members. His face hardens, his eyes narrowing in on me. He grips my upper arm turning me forcefully, and places the warm leather on my back. The smell of cologne, worn leather, and a hint of mint cocoon me in a blanket of danger. I find it comforting, the lingering scent a warning of adventure and risk. It’s no surprise I crave an adrenaline rush, and Zeek is a non-stop high. Peering up under my lashes I catch Zeek looking me over hungrily, the look in his eyes anything but earnest. They’re hooded and trailing up and down my body unforgivingly.
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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
Drifter
MC Sinners Next Generation #2 By Bella Jewel Release Date March 21, 2016
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They say opposites attract. In my world that isn’t a good thing. I did everything I could to escape the motorcycle club I grew up in when I turned twenty-one. It wasn’t about fear, or betrayal, or even lack of love. I just needed my own life. I had to know how it felt to stand on my own two feet without their protection. Then I met Diesel. Mysterious, dark, with eyes that screamed to be understood. From the second I met him, I knew I needed to be in his life. There’s just one problem – he’s a member of a different motorcycle club. Two things that should never be combined. Yet I can’t stay away. No matter how hard he pushes. I can see beyond his mask. I need to know who he is and I’ll overcome any obstacle to be in his life. A friendship is born, followed by an epic love. Our relationship is forbidden. But I’ll do anything to be in his life. Anything.
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MC Sinners Next Generation Series #1 Pandemonium US: http://amzn.to/1T3YDND UK: http://amzn.to/1HhHvjE AU: http://bit.ly/1P2j6Bk CA: http://amzn.to/1PegxuL B&N: http://bit.ly/1K4Jpp1 Kobo: http://bit.ly/1KxFls9 iBooks: http://apple.co/1SFkcEa Synopsis I am the good girl, the one who does no wrong. Daughter to a ferocious and strong MC President, I know what protection feels like. Until one night changes everything - and not a single person in the world can protect me from it, not even my dad. Suffocating. Alone. Desperate. I let my problems live deep inside until there is no longer anywhere to run. I need an escape. Anything to make the pain go away. Trouble comes for me, and I don't fight it. I tried so hard to believe in what I was, But nobody understood. Not until him. Not until Lucas. He sees me. He believes in me. He refuses to let me drown. He’s my way out. My escape. But Lucas is forbidden. He’s a cop. I’m in danger. And my father is trying to protect what can’t be protected. There can only be one outcome. Pandemonium.
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Bella Jewel is a self published, USA Today bestselling author. She’s been publishing since 2013. Her first release was a contemporary romance, Hell’s Knights which topped the charts upon release. Since that time, she has published over five novels, gaining a bestseller status on numerous platforms. She lives in North Queensland and is currently studying editing and proofreading to further expand her career. Bella has been writing since she was just shy of fifteen years old. In Summer 2013 she was offered an ebook deal through Montlake Romance for her bestselling modern day pirate series, Enslaved By The Ocean. She plans to expand her writing career, planning many new releases for the future. AUTHOR LINKS Website: http://bellajewelbooks.com/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Author-Bella-Jewel/513907282000951 Twitter: https://twitter.com/BellaJewel73 Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/author/bellajewel Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7178194.Bella_Jewel
Havoc
Storm MC #8 By Nina Levine Release Date: March 8, 2016
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Meet Havoc... I was happy doing my own thing. No connections. No demands. No problems. Just me, my club and a whole lot of dirty work to take care of. She never wanted a biker. She wanted stability and I gave up on that years ago. We tried to fight it. Neither of us wanted it. But she calms my fury and I show her a man who accepts every part of her. Now we're trying to figure out how to be together. Because when the need for each other is this strong, to deny it will only cause complete havoc.
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As I stepped through the bathroom doorway however, I found her. She was in the bath, plugged into her music with her eyes closed and her head resting on the edge of the bath. I stopped and leaned against the wall with my arms folded across my chest. Watching her, my gaze travelled the length of her body. In the short time I’d known her, my appreciation of her body had grown. Where small tits hadn’t turned me on a month ago, I couldn’t get enough of hers. Never letting me down, my dick grew hard while I took in her beauty. “Fuck,” I muttered under my breath as I contemplated the wisdom of fucking her again. I wanted to. Hell, I fucking needed to. She’s a brother’s sister for fuck’s sake. I’d spent the last few hours going over and over that fact in my mind. My decision had been to head back to the motel, sleep on the couch and never taste her pussy again. I hadn’t factored in having her naked body on display the minute I returned. Shit. “How long are you going to stand there staring at me?” she asked as she cracked an eye open to look at me. “Until you get out and let me fuck you.” Both her eyes had opened and I pinned my gaze to hers, not letting her go. Her eyebrows lifted. “I thought you were done with me.” “Turns out I’m not.” She stood and reached for her towel before stepping out. Continuing to hold my gaze, she slowly dried herself off. Teasing the fuck out of my dick. I fought the desire to reach out and rip the towel from her hands. My carefully constructed self-control was being tested and I knew it wouldn’t be long until I caved and took what I wanted. Finally – finally – she finished drying off and closed the distance between us. “What if I’m done with you?” I knew she was full of shit by the breathless tone she used and the way her body leaned just that little bit too close to mine. It was like she was trying to hold herself back, but her body had a mind of its own and couldn’t stay away. I lifted a brow. “Are you?” “I should be. After the way you’ve been treating me, I really should be.” Still all breathy. Still in this with me. I unfolded my arms so I could curl my hand around her neck. Gripping her there, I said, “Yeah, you should be, but you’re not.” I feel the same way. With our faces so close that her breaths whispered across my skin, we stared at each other for a long time. The still air in the tiny bathroom consumed our apprehension piece by piece until all that was left was an unrelenting need to satisfy our hunger. At the first sign of her softening, I tightened my hold on her neck and pulled her mouth to mine. She didn’t hesitate and a second later our bodies pressed together as hard as our mouths did. The smell of her arousal overwhelmed me and I let her neck go so I could slide my hands around her ass and lift her. Turning, I held her up against the wall and groaned as she wrapped her legs around me. The urge to drive my cock as hard and fast as I could into her sweet cunt threatened to take over as the only thought in my mind, and I took a moment to work through that and get myself under control. Resting my forehead against hers, I focused on my breathing while I gave myself a talking to. Focus. You’ve got this. You’ve fucking done this enough times to know how to control yourself. But I hadn’t. I’d never fucked a woman like Carla. Had never been with a woman who stole my control the way she did. She invaded every fucking sense of mine until I didn’t know right from wrong, up from down, red from fucking blue. “Havoc.” My head snapped up and I found her staring at me. Unsure. “Are you okay?” she asked, lines creasing her forehead as she tilted her head, frowning at me. I stepped back and let her go. “I need to slow this shit down.” She stood naked in front of me with an expression on her face that seemed to be half confusion and half frustration. “What does that mean?” I wasn’t sure I even knew. “It means I want you sitting cross legged in the middle of the bed waiting for me while I take a minute,” I bit out. My head was so damn full I thought it might actually explode. Too many thoughts. Too many fucking feelings. I jerked my chin at her and snapped, “Go.” Her eyes widened a fraction and I pushed my breaths out while waiting for her to submit. When she didn’t, I growled, “Carla, I need you to go and sit on the bed. Now.” “I’m giving you five minutes to get your head back in this. I’m all for bossy and shit, but I draw a line at whatever the fuck you call what you’ve got going on at the moment. Barking orders at me is a whole lot fucking different than dominating me.” With that, she stalked out of the bathroom. Thank fuck.
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ESCAPE WITH AN ALPHA Dreamer. Coffee Lover. Gypsy at heart. USA Today Bestselling author who writes about alpha men & the women they love. When I’m not creating with words you will find me planning my next getaway, visiting somewhere new in the world, having a long conversation over coffee and cake with a friend, creating with paper or curled up with a good book and chocolate. I love Keith Urban, Maroon 5, Pink, Florida Georgia Line, Bon Jovi, Matchbox 20, Lady Antebellum and pretty much any singer/band that is country or rock. I’ve been writing since I was twelve. Weaving words together has always been a form of therapy for me especially during my harder times. These days I’m proud that my words help others just as much as they help me. AUTHOR LINKS Newsletter: http://eepurl.com/bLydcf Website: http://ninalevinebooks.com/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorNinaLevine Readers Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/LevinesLadies/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/NinaLWriter Amazon: http://amzn.to/1WIob1g Instagram: https://instagram.com/ninalevinewriter/ Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/ninalevine92/
Distraction
Underground Kings #3 By Aurora Rose Reynolds Release Date February 2, 2016
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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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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
Legend
The Real Series #6 By Katy Evans Release Date February 9, 2016
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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
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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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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
Pandemonium
MC Sinners Next Generation #1 By Bella Jewel Release Date: January 26, 2016
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I am the good girl, the one who does no wrong. Daughter to a ferocious and strong MC President, I know what protection feels like. Until one night changes everything - and not a single person in the world can protect me from it, not even my dad. Suffocating. Alone. Desperate. I let my problems live deep inside until there is no longer anywhere to run. I need an escape. Anything to make the pain go away. Trouble comes for me, and I don't fight it. I tried so hard to believe in what I was, But nobody understood. Not until him. Not until Lucas. He sees me. He believes in me. He refuses to let me drown. He’s my way out. My escape. But Lucas is forbidden. He’s a cop. I’m in danger. And my father is trying to protect what can’t be protected. There can only be one outcome. Pandemonium. **This book can be read as a standalone, but don't stress original MC Sinner fans, your favs are all there!**
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Bella Jewel is a self published, USA Today bestselling author. She’s been publishing since 2013. Her first release was a contemporary romance, Hell’s Knights which topped the charts upon release. Since that time, she has published over five novels, gaining a bestseller status on numerous platforms. She lives in North Queensland and is currently studying editing and proofreading to further expand her career. Bella has been writing since she was just shy of fifteen years old. In Summer 2013 she was offered an ebook deal through Montlake Romance for her bestselling modern day pirate series, Enslaved By The Ocean. She plans to expand her writing career, planning many new releases for the future. AUTHOR LINKS Website: http://bellajewelbooks.com/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Author-Bella-Jewel/513907282000951 Twitter: https://twitter.com/BellaJewel73 Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/author/bellajewel Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7178194.Bella_Jewel
Enshrine
By Chelle Bliss Release Date: January 26, 2015
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EVERYTHING CHANGED IN AN INSTANT. I thought I knew what was important, but one phone call sent my life into a tailspin. Alone and afraid, I clung to the one man I shouldn’t. I was warned about him and told to stay away. “He’s dangerous,” they said. But the man who could hurt me the most, gave me the greatest comfort. "He's not who they think," I told myself. But just like an illusion, things are never what they seem. Enshrine is a full-length, standalone novel by USA Today Bestselling author, Chelle Bliss.
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Becca, my best friend, snaps her fingers in my face. “Cal, are you listening to me?” I smile and nod, but her words are distant. I’ve looked at my phone at least fifty times today. I’m on pins and needles waiting for an important phone call. One that could change my life, and I haven’t told a soul about it—not even Becca. Telling people makes it real, and I’m not ready to face the possibility I could have more important things to deal with than which pair of shoes to wear with my favorite Donna Karan dress. “So what do you think?” Becca asks. I blink a few times and pretend I heard her question. “You should do it.” “Okay,” she says and hops off the stool. I grab her hand, holding her next to me so I can find out exactly what I told her to do. “Where are you going?” “I asked if I should try to fuck ‘The Butcher.’” My mouth drops open and my eyes grow as wide as saucers. “Becca!” I yell and wrap my fingers around her hand. “Sit your ass down.” I glance over my shoulder, following her eyes to where he sits. “He’s always looking over here, ogling you. I thought maybe he’d take the next best thing.” I gawk at her, completely in shock. “You can’t be fucking serious.” Slowly, she walks backward toward her seat. “I’m just kidding, asshole. You acted like you were listening, but you didn’t hear a damn thing. I just thought I’d fuck with you.” “I’m sorry.” The guilt of ignoring her eats at me, and even though I want to tell her what’s going on, I don’t dare. “And for your information, Bruno isn’t ogling me.” She fiddles with her cosmopolitan. “I think you should get your eyes checked next time you’re at the doctor, Cal. He’s always watching you. It’s sexy, but it also creeps me the fuck out. He’s so dangerous.” I laugh, playing it off, but I’ve noticed it too. “Is he looking over here now?” I ask, refusing to turn around to look for myself. She leans forward, her eyes peering behind me. “He is. He’s not taking his eyes off us either.” “He probably thinks we’re trouble or something,” I say and hope she drops the topic because I’d rather find out what she was going on about before. “You can pretend like you don’t think he’s hot, Cal, but I’ve seen you flirt with him more than once.” I shake my head and chuckle softly. “Smiling and saying hello isn’t necessarily flirting.” “He has a thing for you.” “He probably has a thing for every girl in this place.” “Nope.” She shakes her head vigorously and puckers her lips. “He wants you.”
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USA Today Bestselling author, Chelle Bliss, currently lives in a small town near the Gulf of Mexico in Florida. She's a full-time writer, time-waster extraordinaire, social media addict, and coffee fiend. She's written over ten books and has two series available. She loves spending her free time with her boyfriend, 2 cats, and her hamster. Before becoming a writer, Chelle taught high school history for over ten years. She holds a master's degree in Instructional Technology and a bachelor's in history. Although history is her first love, writing has become her dream job and she can't imagine doing anything else. FACEBOOK | NEWSLETTER | TWITTER | INSTAGRAM CLICK HERE TO VISIT CHELLE'S WEBSITE Xavier Cold Hard Knocks #2 By Michelle A. Valentine Release Date January 20, 2016 Synopsis The conclusion to the New York Times bestselling romance that began in Phenomenal X, about one woman’s pulse-pounding relationship with a notorious bad-boy wrestler. “What’ll it be, Anna Cortez? Are you in, or are you out?” One momentary loss of control has now ruined everything Xavier Cold had going for himself. With his world unraveling fast, he’s willing to do anything to save not only his job but his relationship with the only woman he’s ever loved. Anna Cortez, still reeling from shock, tries desperately to save the man that’s consumed her heart, body and soul. She’ll have to dig deep and find courage she never knew she possessed to help Xavier fight demons from his past—a past that’s even more haunted than she ever imagined. Purchase Links Missed PHENOMENAL X? Grab it now: Amazon: http://amzn.to/20mcnoq Barnes and Noble: http://bit.ly/1OVrIs0 Kobo: http://bit.ly/1JuvBUy iBook: http://apple.co/1U2p43U Synopsis Good Girl. Notorious Bad-Boy. One Phenomenal Love. From the mean streets of Detroit rises the newest superstar of professional wrestling, Xavier Cold, better known as Phenomenal X. His muscular physique makes men cower before him and women lose their minds with desire. Anna Cortez is fresh out of college and naive to the harsh realities of the real world. Tired of living under the thumb of her conservative family, she defies them when she accepts a job as the assistant to wrestling’s most notorious bad-boy. Phenomenal X has an animalistic nature that even good girl Anna finds hard to resist. One night forced to share a bed in a sold-out hotel, lines blur between them and they quickly learn that one lustful night changes everything and neither one of them will ever be the same. About The Author
Michelle A. Valentine is a Central Ohio nurse turned New York Times & USA Today bestselling author of erotic and New Adult romance. Her love of hard-rock music, tattoos, and sexy musicians inspired her erotic BLACK FALCON series. Website: http://michelleavalentine.com/ Newsletter: http://bit.ly/21XNoJL Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorMichelleAValentine/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/M_A_Valentine Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6540645.Michelle_A_Valentine Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/michelleavalentine/ Be a little naughty – join Valentine’s Vixens (http://on.fb.me/1mh1uFq) on Facebook for sneak peeks at Michelle’s upcoming works, as well as fun and chatting with her and other readers! |
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