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Meet. Fall in love. Live happily ever after…

It’s the way it should be.

At least, that’s what we’ve been told.

But that’s only in fairytales.

Real life throws twists and turns.

It will flip you upside down and inside out.

Yet, love will appear when you least expect it.

In the most unusual of places.

Under the worst of circumstances.

It can bring light to situations so dark you can barely see.

Hope where none lived before.

Passion where only pain lies.

It can surprise you and heal the deepest of wounds.

As long as you’re willing to embrace the unexpected ever after…

Unexpected Ever After brings you 20 brand new contemporary romance stories about finding love in the unexpected! Laugh, cry, and feel your heart beat again with these dazzling stories from some of today’s hottest authors!

Silla Webb & Kaden Layne

Gwyn McNamee

SR Jones

A.M. Guilliams

Ashley Cade

Claire Wilder

Evan Grace

Gail Haris

Georgia Coffman

Heather Dahlgren

Hollis Wynn

Jennifer Rebecca

Laura Pavlov & Willow Aster

Leaona Luxx

Lynn Burke

Mandi Beck

Rachel Everly

Rachel Lyn Adams

Rene Webb

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#TeaserTuesday “Harri Unbound” by Rebecca York

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Dark Fantasy, Paranormal Romance, Suspense

Date Published:  May 27, 2022 

When the ruthless magician Madrin dies, opportunists seek revenge for his cruelty. They kidnap his daughters, meaning to sell them into sexual slavery at a brutal club for sadistic, wealthy men. Lady Harri Madrin manages to
escape before the doors close behind them and vows to rescue her sister, Morgan.

Gareth Lamb, the handsome son of a local merchant, finds Harri and hides her from her furious pursuers. When she begs him to help rescue her sister, he agrees. They decide to pretend she is his concubine so they can gain entry to the club to search for Morgan.

The master-slave charade forces them into sizzling erotic encounters. Soon, they fall in love, but Gareth knows he could never aspire to marriage with the high-born Lady Harri.

Though Harri’s magical abilities give them an edge, they’re badly outnumbered by the slavers. Even if they manage to rescue Morgan, will Gareth’s disapproving father disown him if they declare their love and attempt to marry?

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EXCERPT

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Copyright ©2022 Rebecca York

 Harri Madrin woke in her narrow bed in the dark hours of the night. For a
moment she thought she might be dreaming — until she realized there was
some sort of disturbance in the convent, something she had never heard in
this place of tranquility.

With moonlight streaming through the narrow window, she slipped across the
stone floor of the small chamber to where her sister still slumbered.
“Morgan, wake up. Something bad is happening.”

Her younger sister’s eyes blinked open as the sound of rough male
voices came closer. Men in the convent? Never, unless there was some task
that the vestals could not accomplish on their own. And never at
night.

Sister Matilda rushed into the room. “Hurry, you must hide! They are
after you.” She had always been kind to them, and now her wrinkled
face was full of fear.

“Who? Why?”

“For revenge. Your father is dead.”

Harri felt nothing for her sire besides a flood of relief. In all her
eighteen years, she had feared her father, the magician, Madrin. Now he
would no longer rail at her for being born the wrong sex — and for not
inheriting any of his powers. Or so he thought. He was incorrect about the
latter, but she had kept that knowledge from him, unwilling to give him the
satisfaction of her talent. It was the same for her sister, Morgan.

“You must hide before they find you.” Sister Matilda
urged.

“But where?”

“Come with me,” she pleaded.

“We must dress,” Morgan protested.

“No time.” The elderly vestal ushered them out of their room.
The stone floor was cold on their bare feet as they followed the sister to a
small chapel. She led them up the aisle to the front of the room, then
removed two candlesticks and opened the top of the altar where they saw a
deep cavity under the horizontal surface.

“In with you.”

The girls climbed into the box, curling on their sides and scrunching down
to fit into the space.

“I will come back for you when it’s safe,” Sister Matilda
promised before lowering the lid. The sound of metal hitting wood told Harri
she had replaced the candlesticks.

Harri moved in the cramped space, trying to get comfortable. She froze when
a rough male voice demanded, “What have you done with
them?”

“Nothing.”

“You’re lying, you old bitch.”

“You dare such sacrilege?”

“You are no better than Madrin, sheltering his demon’s
spawn.”

The words were followed by the sound of a hand slapping against flesh.
Sister Matilda cried out in pain.

“Where are they?”

There was no answer, but Harri heard something hitting the floor. She
crammed her fist against her mouth as she struggled not to scream.

Outside in the chapel, a whirlwind of destruction erupted — heavy pews
being tossed about, glass breaking. And then silence.

Harri trembled in their hiding place, and she could feel her sister’s
similar vibrations.

Footsteps approached the altar, and she struggled to keep her teeth from
chattering. A sweeping noise sent the candlesticks clattering to the stones.
The top creaked up, and Harri cringed away.

“And what have we here?”

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About the Author

New York Times and USA Today Best-Selling Author Rebecca York began her
career as a journalist writing articles for newspapers and magazines, but
after several years decided to try writing fiction. She’s a highly
successful author of over 50 romantic suspense and paranormal novels and is
the head of the Columbia Writers Workshop. Her many awards include two Rita
finalist books. She has two Career Achievement awards from Romantic Times:
for Series Romantic Suspense and for Series Romantic Mystery. Her Peregrine
Connection series won a Lifetime Achievement Award for Romantic Suspense
Series. She collects rocks, and enjoys cooking, walking, reading, gardening,
travel, and Mozart operas.

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#TeaserTuesday “Thirst” by J. Hali Steele

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Erotica, Dark Fantasy, Vampires

Date Published: May 20, 2022

Publisher: Changeling Press

 

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Feeling thirsty?

Thirsty: Monique has finally found a place where she can live out her fantasies. Little does she know the den of iniquity she’s walked into is more than just a theme club. Omen’s is the playground for every type of monster in the world.

A Thirst to Die For: When Nolan gives life to Amanda’s carnal fantasies, his own life changes. Hell is coming to pay him a visit, and he’s about to lose control.

Bane of Existence: One night spent in a human woman’s arms brought Bane, a son of Satan, as close to heaven as he’ll ever get. Now the only way he can have Iris is to convince her she wants him as much as he needs her.

A Vampire’s Thirst: Once Nolan gave all souls moderation in everything. He was good at his job, and he called heaven home — until he fucked the wrong seraphim! Now he’s a vampire slayer serving the devil, keeping an eye on Omen’s, and babysitting Lucifer’s son. Not a job he expected to hold for damn near eight hundred years…

 

Publisher’s Note:  Thirst (Razor’s Edge Box Set) contains the
previously published novellas Thirsty, A Thirst to Die For, Bane of
Existence, and A Vampire’s Thirst.

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Excerpt from Thirsty

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Copyright ©2022 J. Hali Steele

 “Must be a cold day in hell. You haven’t come here alone in ages.
Losing your touch or what?”

Since Nolan had been asked to keep an eye on the club, and on the
devilishly handsome man behind the bar, he almost never visited without
someone to make his evening more exciting. Giving Omen’s owner, Peris, a
long, appraising look, Nolan’s cock twitched in regret. He’d been too busy
lately.

“You asking to be touched? ‘Cause I can do that, and make you like
it.” Nolan sat on his normal stool at the end of the long, shiny wooden
bar, and eyed too many empty tables. “Where is everyone?”

“Resting up from their wicked weekend. And you wouldn’t know what to
do with that cold dick up this hot ass.”

The sound of the swinging door distracted them both.

God damn, the woman was striking. Tall, curvaceous, with dark brown hair to
her ass. An ass that cried out to be fucked. Christ. Nolan’s cock came
alive. So did every other part of his body, which took a lot of doing,
considering he’d been dead too many years to count.

Peris chuckled from the other side of the counter, giving his balls a
noticeable squeeze. “Looks like a live one to me. I might make a play
for her myself.”

“Not unless you’re looking forward to visiting relatives.” Peris
had connections to the hierarchy below, but with the dark one’s permission,
Nolan would send the young man to Hell in a heartbeat.

Nolan had been called lots of things — dead, undead, bloodsucker,
motherfucker — and he lived up to every one of them. He was a Slayer, and
he was the best. “Get the lady a beer. Let’s see what she does with
it.”

Watching the woman make her way to the bar, he took a deep breath. Human.
Omen’s wasn’t a place humans popped into often, and for good reason. The
cloying feeling of imminent danger was prevalent, a vibe even the shallowest
human sensed the minute they entered the establishment.

This one ignored it, so she must be looking for something. Or someone. The
blood pulsing through her gorgeous body would soon be running through his
veins. Wouldn’t kill her. Vamps didn’t do that anymore. Okay, some did, but
they were the ones he took out of play, and he enjoyed every minute of
it.

She slid onto a stool at the opposite end of the bar, and it felt like
she’d plopped into his lap. Cum slipped from the slit on his dick, which
jerked violently inside his designer slacks. He reached up to loosen a
button or two at the collar of the stark white silk shirt he wore. Getting
into her panties, if she wore any, was going to be pure joy. After fucking
her senseless, he’d taste her — just a little bit if she was worth another
ride. If not, he’d have a full meal before sending her home.

Peris delivered a cold brew and a glass and turned away, pretending to
straighten the bottles of liquor on display. Nolan, adjusting his heightened
vision, gazed right into her eyes when she looked his way. One hazel, one
brown — not something he saw often. Tipping the bottle toward him, she
smiled and nodded before putting it to her lips. No glass! Excellent. A cock
sucker, and he’d bet every year he had lived she was a good one. When her
pink tongue darted through painted red lips, wrapped around the top of the
bottle and licked it clean, he made his move.

Easing into her mind, he sifted through all the day’s clutter. Such tiny
panties. With a groan that lodged in his throat, he backed out, sniffing at
the air. Sweet. What he’d unearthed in her mind made his dead heart beat
like a drum. Fantasies should be played out, and he intended to help with
hers.

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About the Author

J. Hali Steele wishes she could grow fur, wings, or fangs, so she can stay warm, fly, or just plain bite the crap out of… Well, she can’t do those things but she wishes she could!

Multi-published and Amazon bestselling author of Romance in Paranormal, Fantasy, and Contemporary worlds which include ReligErotica and LGBTQ stories where humans, vampyres, shapeshifters and angels collide-they collide a lot! When J. Hali’s not writing or reading, she can be found snuggled in front of the TV with a cat in her lap, and a cup of
coffee.

Growl and roar — it’s okay to let the beast out. — J. Hali Steele

 

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#TeaserTuesday “Umbra (Darkling #5)” by Torri Heat

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(Darkling #5)

Dark Fantasy/Paranormal Romance

Date Published: April 29, 2022

 

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Jasper and Ava’s relationship has been nothing but dramatic. From werewolf hunters to demons and everything in between, a nice, normal wedding is exactly what’s needed. Their mating will not only affirm their own relationship, but help to cement the alliances between the wolf packs and the Venators.

But a rival wolf pack is dead set against Jasper and Ava’s union, and everything their love stands for. Will the couple make it to their wedding day, or will deep seated prejudices keep them apart forever?

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Excerpt

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Copyright ©2022 Torri Heat

Mollie peeled out of the lot, turning in the direction of Merrick’s house, and I knew exactly where she was going. She could say my upcoming nuptials was her only chance to experience a wedding of her own, but everyone who knew the two of them knew that was a lie. Mollie had Merrick wrapped around her little finger, and if Mollie wanted a wedding, she was going to have a wedding. It was only a matter of time.

I unlocked the door to the — our — apartment, and Betty immediately came running out to greet me. Having my cat with me once more really made our house feel like home. She had yet to warm up to Jasper, but we were getting somewhere, especially with Jasper’s incessant treats he would bring home.

I tossed my bag on the couch, and gave Betty a quick pet, immediately taking Mollie’s advice and heading for the shower. Jasper wasn’t home yet. With me going dress shopping, he had taken the opportunity to head onto pack lands and see the guys. I doubted they were going suit shopping. At this moment, they were probably sparring in the field like a bunch of teenagers.

The shower immediately began to steam up the bathroom, so I opened the door a crack before I stepped into the hot water. Mollie was right — as usual.
The heat eased the tension in my shoulders, and I stopped overthinking. For a minute at least. I wasn’t sure I explained my emotions clearly, the intrusive thoughts churning my stomach as we shopped for dresses and called caterers. Having the “perfect” wedding felt silly when my family was filled with supernatural creatures, yes. But little things bothered me as well. Who would walk me down the aisle? Did I cover my mark so the reverend marrying us didn’t see, or was he a wolf as well?

And all of this wasn’t even getting into the bigger issues. What had the demon meant when they called me “storm summoner”? The name rang in my head, day in and day out. I couldn’t make sense of it. The taste of the dream still lingered on my tongue, a vision that felt more like a memory. Watching the dark clouds roll in, as Jasper stood there in awe.

How could the demon know of my dreams? The only person I had ever mentioned
them to was Jasper. So the only conclusion I could draw was that I was missing something, and the problem with missing something was that it usually led to danger. I didn’t need any more danger than necessary with my supposed “perfect” wedding looming on the horizon. Storm summoner…

“Penny for your thoughts.”

Startled, I jumped, catching myself on the side of the shower before I slipped and fell on my ass. One perk of Venator training? My reflexes had never been better. On the other side of the glass door stood Jasper with a smirk, arms crossed over his thick chest. “Shit, Jasp, some warning would be nice!”

He shrugged, rolling his lip between his teeth. “I was enjoying the view. Also I called your name when I got home, and you didn’t answer. Obviously too deep into whatever you’re thinking about.”

“Just… everything.” I sighed. My chest tightened. “How were the guys?”

“Good.” Jasper tugged his T-shirt over his head, leaving me ogling his cut abs. It had been an unseasonably warm fall, and to be honest I was surprised he was wearing a shirt at all.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

Jasper shoved his sweatpants over his hips with a crooked grin. “Conserving water. I’m sweaty as anything, and you were kind enough to start a shower for me. Figured we could solve each other’s problems with one solution.”

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#TeaserTuesday “Unwanted Complication (Owned by the Mob Book 2)” by Harley Wylde, Paige Warren

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Dark Romance/Mafia Romance

Date Published: April 15, 2022

 

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I’m the monster in the dark. The Boogeyman. I shouldn’t touch her. Shouldn’t keep her. But I will.

Raina — A man took me from my home in Tahiti when I was only five. They called it an adoption, but I know the truth. My parents sold me, pure and simple. My life has been one nightmare after another, a living hell that I can’t escape. When my owner gives me as payment to Feliks Sobol, I think it’s just like any other time. But it’s not. He’s different. Under the darkness and danger, there’s a tenderness I’ve never experienced. I want him. I shouldn’t, but I do. He might be the one who ends up breaking me.

Feliks — I’m the monster in the shadows, the man everyone fears. I’ve done unspeakable things, and I will do them again without a hint of remorse. I’m Bratva, born and bred. Hard. Unyielding. Yet when I’m around Raina, there’s another side of me that emerges. One that’s weaker. Wanting her could get me killed. Yet I can’t let her go. Until my brigadier demands I choose. Raina, or the woman I wish to marry. I decide to hold on to the power I’ll gain by marrying Natalia Gorev. I didn’t realize it was too late. Raina is already under my skin, and when she’s taken, I know I’ve made the wrong choice.
I’ll bathe the city in blood if that’s what it takes to get her back. I only hope she can forgive me.

WARNING: This is a dark romance suitable for those 18+ and contains strong
language, graphic violence, sexual situations, human trafficking, and a dark
undertone that some may find objectionable.

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Excerpt

*Trigger Warning – Dark Content*

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Copyright ©2022 Harley Wylde & Paige Warren

Someone once told me, “As long as you’re hurting, you know
you’re alive.” If so, I was definitely alive. My wrists and
ankles ached from the constant presence of the shackles that bound me. I
preferred that pain over the other, though. I just didn’t understand
why anyone would want to live like this. I’d prefer to die than
continue in this hell.

“There’s my little slut.”

I cringed as I turned to face the man who had adopted me. I liked to think
my family wouldn’t have given me away if they’d known why
he’d paid so much. Maybe it was a fantasy. My parents could have been
just as awful as the man who’d bought me.

“Come here. Now.”

I walked over, knowing my chains would reach as far as the doorway. He
grabbed my chin as I stopped in front of him. I knew better than to look him
in the eye. Nothing good ever came of it. He’d punish me for such
insolence.

“It’s time to get you clean and prepped. I have a special guest
coming.”

Which translated into he owed someone money or a favor, and the best way to
pay them back was to let them use me how they saw fit. He’d turned me
into his personal whore, and if I dared to disobey or fight back, then it
got much worse. In the twisted mind of Gary Leeds, I owed him for the food
he gave me and the roof over my head. And he took payment however he wanted,
whenever he wanted.

He pulled the keys from his pocket and unfastened my cuffs. The first time
they’d rusted, he’d cursed about me costing him additional
money. Now he freed me when it was shower time, but I didn’t dare try
to run away. I rubbed at my wrists as he hauled me to my feet and began
shoving me in the direction of the bathroom.

Gary twisted the shower knob, only the cold one. He got a perverse pleasure
out of watching my nipples get hard under the icy spray. With a grin
stretching his lips, he jabbed me until I stumbled under the water, then
reached for the soap. Every time he washed me, I went somewhere else in my
mind. His hands lingered in places I tried not to think about. When the
water turned off, I quickly dried myself, braided my long hair, then went
back into the bedroom. He’d said this was a special client, which
meant he’d take me to the playroom.

Gary put another set of cuffs on me, prettier ones to showcase his
merchandise, then led me downstairs. He unlocked the door to my worst
nightmare, then pushed me inside. The lights came on, nearly blinding me,
and I tried not to look at everything in the room. I already knew what was
here. I’d experienced it all firsthand.

He led me over to the waist-high table, then forced me over it. Once
he’d secured my hands at the middle of my back and anchored me to the
table, he kicked my legs apart and fastened my ankles to two O-rings on the
floor. Shackled and unable to move, I stood bent over the bench and spread
wide for whatever his guest wanted to do. It also would give them access to
my mouth. I hated Gary. Hated his friends. Hated my life.

Gary leaned over me, his breath against my ear, his cock pressing against
me. “Let’s get you ready, shall we?”

I stared blankly at the wall ahead of me. He took great pleasure in lubing
me, then inserting the largest anal plug he owned. It was silver, and the
metal was cold as it entered me. I winced as it burned and stretched me, but
crying out only gave him a thrill. He loved to make me suffer.

A knock at the door drew Gary’s attention. I heard a murmur of voices
when he went to the hallway. He typically liked to leave me like this for a
while before anyone arrived. He’d look at me, touch me, let his
favorite guards do the same. After his guest finished with me, he’d
allow any of his staff to fuck me.

The room was chilly, and my nipples were so hard they hurt. That was the
main reason for the temperature of the room. Gary loved seeing the tips of
my breasts harden into peaks. Even if it wasn’t from desire, he got
off on it. Enjoyed touching them.

I heard a loud voice drawing nearer and realized the man had a thick
accent. Russian? Oh, hell. My nape prickled. If Gary had borrowed money from
the Bratva, I didn’t think the offer of my body would be enough.
I’d heard stories of how ruthless they were. The man entered the room.
I didn’t dare look at him, but I was aware of his presence. It was a
tangible thing, his voice like a caress against my skin.

“What is the meaning of this?” the man demanded. “I can
have a whore without relieving your debts. Did you forget the Bratva-owned
brothels are the best in this city?”

“Of course not, Mr. Sobol. I meant no disrespect. I’ve had many
compliments over Raina and thought only to offer her to you as a down
payment on the amount I owe. As a kryshas for Mr. Petrov, I thought perhaps
we could come to an agreement. In exchange for an hour with her in the
playroom, you lessen my debt by, say… one thousand?” Gary
asked.

The Russian snorted. “Nyet.”

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#TeaserTuesday “The Extraordinary World of Cats” by Chandrakant Bhonsle, Natalia Cardoza

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Children’s Books

 

Date Published: 03-26-2022

Publisher: Dixi Books

The Extraordinary World of Cats is an ode to the magnificent lives enjoyed by wild cats in our fast disappearing forest. The book makes an attempt to introduce some of the fascinating big cats of the animal kingdom to children around the world. Where do these cats live? Why are they so special? What are their defining characteristics? What sets them apart from each other? Why are they under threat? Why must they be saved from extinction? The Extraordinary World of Cats makes an appeal to all kids to love these marvellous felines and cherish their existence while they can.

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About the Author

Born in India, Chandrakant Bhonsle is a qualified lawyer and a writer currently based in the Netherlands. He is the author of the children’s picture book “The World Belongs to Animals”, which is the part of the official reading lists of leading wildlife organisations such as Panthera and PETA among others.

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#TeaserTuesday “My Trip to the Fair: A Journey Through the Handicrafts of India” by Mallika Appana

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A Journey Through the Handicrafts of India

Children’s Picture Book, Age group 3-8 years

 

Date Published: April 1, 2022

Publisher: Serapis Bey Publishing

 

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A boy and his mom are on a vacation to India. Curious to learn the story of some unique toys at his grandparents’ place, the boy follows his mom to a local fair that showcases ethnic arts. What does the child find there? What memories does he bring back? Does he want to revisit India? This richly illustrated book is a perfect way to let your child discover the experience of a bustling Indian fair, replete with a multitude of colors and sounds, and the aromas of yummy food!

From the Book

Amma told me that sustainability was always a part of their lifestyle when she was growing up. They would eat in leaf bowls, use cloth bags and reuse almost everything.

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Mallika Appana was born in Hyderabad, India. She now lives in the United States with her husband and toddler. Raising her child in a foreign country, she feels a strong urge to keep kids connected to their Indian heritage. An engineer and an MBA by training, she developed a fondness towards ethnic arts and crafts due to her parents’ keen appreciation for them. The book is a culmination of her passion for storytelling and illustration, and she hopes that it will foster interest in traditional art forms among the next generation.

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#TeaserTuesday “Lawdawg” by Marteeka Karland

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Motorcycle Club Romance, Suspense, Age Gap

 

Date Published: 3/25/22

Eden: The first time I saw Grady Bassett was when Samson brought Charlotte home. Turned out my brother’s woman is Grady’s daughter. Naturally, the man’s focus wasn’t on some camgirl at a MC he had no desire to be around. When he finally does notice me, he can’t see me for my position within the club — a woman who has sex on camera for strangers. But I noticed him… and I’m a woman who knows what she wants.

Lawdawg: Eden’s the most naturally sexy woman I’ve ever seen. Sure, I’d been worried sick about my daughter, but the second the danger to her was past, I became obsessed with Eden. I even downloaded every one of her videos. Which meant I binge watched. I gave Samson hell for wanting my daughter when he’s so much older, but now I’m in the same position. I need to let her go, to be the better man. But now I know Eden has an online stalker. He knows where she lives and who her friends are. Black Reign is compromised, so I reached out Cain at Bones MC. She might be young enough to be my daughter, but she’s still mine. No one will ever harm her. This stalker will have to go through me to even get close.

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EXCERPT

She answered on the first ring. “Hey there, Lawdawg. How’s it hangin’?” She hiccuped slightly at the end and giggled.

Are you… are you drunk?”

Well, yeah. It’s a party, you know. We’re all drunk.”

Great,” I muttered. “Just fuckin’ great.” I scrubbed a hand over my face but continued. “Listen to me, Eden. Go to Samson. You’re in danger. There’s a guy stalking you.”

Sinner58? Yeah. I know. He’s running off all my good followers.” She sounded like she was pouting.

You knew about this?” Anger was starting to build inside me. Anger. Aggression. I wanted to take her over my knee and paddle her like the child she was.

Of course, I knew! He’s been bullying my regulars for weeks. It’s just that it must have stepped up in the last few days, because my followers are leaving now instead of merely waiting until the next show.”

Did you tell anyone?”

Nope.” No further explanation.

Of course, you didn’t.” I let out an exasperated breath. “Look. Just stay put. This guy knows where you are and how to get to you. I’m headed that way.”

Oh, you are, huh?”

Eden…” I tried to inject as much warning as I could. Anyone else would have tripped all over themselves to do his bidding. Eden? Not so much.

What do you plan on doing when you get here?”

I’m lockin’ that place down with you in it!”

Oh, really?”

I don’t have time to argue with you, Eden,” I snapped, beginning to get really angry now. Well, angry but more frustrated. She wasn’t taking this seriously at all. Hadn’t in all the time she knew about it.

You don’t?” I sensed a trap but had no idea what it might be. “Well, what if I did this…” There was a pause before my phone signaled I had a text. I pulled it up and there was a selfie of Eden. Her exquisite tits on fine display. “Or this.” The next image she sent had a man sucking at one of those tits. Something inside me just… snapped. I felt like something inside my head that was primitive and territorial roared to the front and demanded I claim that woman. She was mine. No one else’s. It didn’t seem to matter she was young enough to be my daughter or that my late wife was probably rolling over in her grave because of the girl’s age. I needed her and had every intention of taking her with me. I could tell myself it was to keep her safe, but the pure and simple fact was, I just fucking wanted her.

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Erotic romance author by night, emergency room tech/clerk by day, Marteeka Karland works really hard to drive everyone in her life completely and totally nuts. She has been creating stories from her warped imagination since she was in the third grade. Her love of writing blossomed throughout her teenage years until it developed into the totally unorthodox and irreverent style her English teachers tried so hard to rid her of.

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#TeaserTuesday “Cyclops (Reckless Kings MC 5): Dixie Reapers Bad Boy Romance” by Harley Wylde

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Contemporary Romance, Motorcycle Club

 

Release Date: March 18, 2022

Leigha — To say my dad is overprotective is too mild a description. Add in all my honorary uncles in the Dixie Reapers MC and going on dates is next to impossible. So when Lyssa invites me to visit her at the Reckless Kings in Tennessee, I jump at the chance. Maybe I can finally experience life a little. I know my family goes after bad men, the kind who hurt women and kids. I never counted on becoming a victim myself. The biker who comes to my rescue is… scary. Hot. And all alpha. He’s exactly what I need!

Cyclops — My stint in the military left me a parting gift. Scar tissue that not only left me blind in that eye, but makes the damn thing look spooky as fuck. I’m used to people staring. Mostly. Then my brothers had to stick me with the road name Cyclops. They’re not funny, even if they think they are. Uncle Sam may no longer find me fit for duty, but it doesn’t mean I’m useless. When I hear a scream, I don’t hesitate. Thought I was saving a girl. Turns out she’s a woman — and one I shouldn’t touch. The daughter of a Dixie Reaper, she’s her daddy’s little angel… and damn if I’m not tempted to lure her to the dark side and get her a little dirty.

WARNING: Cyclops is part of the Reckless Kings MC series. It contains an age-gap relationship of more than 10 years, violence, bad language, and adult situations. Some readers may find the subject matter difficult to read. But there’s a guaranteed happily-ever-after, no cheating, and no cliffhanger!

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I’d just pulled my keys free when I felt someone behind me. The heat of their body pressed into mine and I froze. How had I not heard anyone approaching? All the training I’d received flew out the window. My hand shook as the man caged me between his arms. He leaned in closer, the smell of beer and cigarettes making me cringe.

Pretty little thing like you shouldn’t be out here all alone.”

Bluff your way out of this, Leigha. I licked my lips and tried to relax my body. “What makes you think I’m alone?”

Saw you pull up. I don’t see a man with you. Unless you prefer women?” He put his lips near my ear and bit down hard enough I yelped. “That it? Maybe you just need a good, hard fucking to change your mind. Prove to you cock is better.”

No, no, no. This couldn’t be happening. My heart raced and I couldn’t stop my hands from trembling. “I like men.” I took a breath and held it for a moment. “When one gets here, let me know.”

You bitch!” He spun me around, making me drop my coffee and my keys. He pressed his forearm against my throat. “Think I’m not a man? Guess I need to prove otherwise.”

Danny, there’s too many people,” another guy said. I glanced his way and realized he’d be no help. The look in his eyes said he didn’t care for what his friend wanted to do to me, but he was too chicken to make him stop.

Then we’ll take her somewhere else.” He yanked me away from the car, his hand bruising my arm as he dragged me toward an alley. I struggled and fought, hoping someone would see us. If they did, they pretended otherwise. He shoved me against the brick building and started tearing at my clothes.

He ripped my shirt down the middle and started working on unfastening my jeans. “Help! Someone…”

His fist connected with my stomach before he slapped me across the face. I gasped and coughed. “Shut up. You keep fighting, it’s going to be even worse.”

Never.” I spat in his face. “I’ll never let you touch me.”

He shoved my jeans down my hips and tried ripping my panties. I kicked at him, stomped on his feet, and clawed at his face. I did everything I could to break free. It only pissed him off more.

I refused to let this piece of filth take my virginity. Reaching up, I jammed my thumbs into his eyes and pushed as hard as I could. He screamed and backed up. I didn’t relent and clung to him like a barnacle. I wanted his eyes to pop, to make him suffer and remember this moment the next time he tried to hurt a woman. He’d gotten the drop on me, and I’d frozen like a damn deer in the headlights. But down deep, I was my father’s daughter, and while I might not wear a patch, I was part of the Dixie Reapers by blood. No way I’d let this asshole win.

I’m not a damsel you can bully and terrify. I’ll kill you before I let you rape me.” He knocked me to the ground. Before I could stand, someone entered the alley.

I eyed him, tensing as I wondered if he was here to help, or to join my would-be rapist. Then I noticed the leather cut over his shoulders, and his attire. Biker. Relief flooded me. If he was part of a club, he’d likely be from the Reckless Kings. And if he wasn’t, my chances were still good he might help me. Even the weekend riders seemed to have a certain code they followed.

The new man went after Danny. I saw the back of his cut and smiled. Reckless Kings MC. Since he was one of Beast’s men, I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. He threw punches at the guy’s face and torso, not holding back. While he whaled on the asshole, I pulled up my jeans. My shirt was a lost cause. Even trying to tie it didn’t help, so I let it fall to the ground. The worrier who’d tried to tell his friend not to hurt me had fled down the alley.

Danny fell to the ground, and the biker nailed him in the ribs with the toe of his boot, then kneeled down beside him. “If I ever see you put your hands on a woman again, I will cut them off. Then I’ll remove your tongue. Your eyes. Your ears. And finally, I’ll cut off your dick and shove it down your throat. Assuming I can find something that small without a magnifying glass. Understood?”

Danny groaned and nodded. The biker stood and kicked him in the face, knocking him out cold. When he turned to face me, I scanned his cut. Cyclops. I would have asked why he had that name, but the guy wore an eye patch over his left eye. There had to be a story there, and I’d love to hear it. “Thank you,” I said.

He nodded and shrugged out of his cut. Reaching behind his neck, he pulled his shirt off and handed it to me. “Better cover up. Did I get here in time?”

Yeah. He got close, but…” I pressed my lips together as I put on his shirt. A spicy scent made me want to lift the material to my nose and inhale, but I figured the guy might find that creepy. And weird.

My phone started chiming non-stop. The tone told me it was Logan, which meant my twin had sensed my fear. It had happened one other time when we were learning to drive. Except in reverse. Logan had taken Dad’s bike out without permission and wrecked it. I’d sensed his fear and pain the moment it happened. I’d need to text him back before he freaked out. Well, more than he already had.

He slipped his cut back over his shoulders and I tried not to stare at his broad chest, or the fact his abs were well-defined. I definitely didn’t eye the happy trail and imagine what he’d look like with his pants unzipped. Reaching up, I made sure I wasn’t drooling. On the plus side, the incident with the fucker on the ground hadn’t soured me toward men.

Come on, kitten. I’ll walk you to your car. Make sure you get inside safely.”

I walked over to him and wrapped my fingers around his bicep. He reached up and covered my hand with his before leading me out of the alley. I pointed to my car and noticed he scanned his surroundings as we made our way over to it. I could feel the coiled tension in him and wondered if he’d gotten that way from being with the Reckless Kings, or if he’d been in the military. His behavior reminded me of all the men back home I called family, especially the ones who’d served our country.

He helped me gather my things, and I was thankful no one had stolen my purse and wallet. I didn’t even remember dropping them. I eyed the empty coffee cup forlornly and picked it up. After I tossed it into the trash, Cyclops reached out to take my hand.

Why don’t we sit a minute? You have to be a bit shaken after that.”

I’d thought I’d been doing an admirable job of hiding it. Apparently, I hadn’t. I wondered if he knew who I was.

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Harley Wylde is the International Bestselling Author of the Dixie Reapers MC, Devil’s Boneyard MC, and Hades Abyss MC series.

When Harley’s writing, her motto is the hotter the better — off the charts sex, commanding men, and the women who can’t deny them. If you want men who talk dirty, are sexy as hell, and take what they want, then you’ve come to the right place. She doesn’t shy away from the dangers and nastiness in the world, bringing those realities to the pages of her books, but always gives her characters a happily-ever-after and makes sure the bad guys get what they deserve.

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#TeaserTuesday “Catch the White Tiger” by Tony Assali

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Autobiography/Memoir

Date Published: April 5, 2022

Publisher: Acorn Publishing

In 1970, at the age of 17 and with only twenty-eight dollars in his pocket, Tony Assali flew to America to escape war in his homeland, Beirut, Lebanon. With the intention of establishing a foothold so that he can bring the rest of his family to safety, Tony must find work quickly. Luckily, Tony possesses a special skill: the ability to perceive white tigers, rare and valuable opportunities other people either do not see or are too afraid to pursue. From humble beginnings working in a doughnut factory, to parlaying his charm into a position selling men’s suits by the thousands, Tony fulfills his promise to his family. Then Tony dares to dream bigger, creating a thriving business that makes him a millionaire. But even with these victories, Tony still hasn’t found the white tiger he’s really looking for—the right partner to make his life complete…until a woman he can’t stop thinking about walks into his life. Complications arise, but she might just be the one, and Tony is never the type of person to let an obstacle stop him.

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I am dreaming of a white tiger when a car backfires. More explosions rock my neighborhood and I realize it’s not a car. I know these noises. Everyone in Beirut does. It’s gunfire. And it’s getting closer. I turn to my bedside clock. It’s only just after 6:00 a.m.

What’s going on?” my little brother, Joe, groans from his side of the room.

I throw back my covers, find my slippers, and dash downstairs. I run out into the street without my coat. The morning sun hovers above the eastern hills and the air is damp and cool. I hear shouts from the direction of St. Joseph Church, whose ancient spire rises over the rooftops. Emergency sirens echo off brick houses. A police car blasts by, nearly knocking me off my feet. I follow it.

St. Joseph is only two blocks away. It’s where my family celebrates Mass every Sunday morning, where we had planned to spend the previous night, Holy Thursday. When I arrive, the place is pandemonium. People shout and scream. Several women cry hysterically. Blood stains the men’s fine suits and the women’s fancy dresses. I halt when I see several people splayed out on the church steps. More blood. The acrid smell of cordite assaults my nose.

What happened?” I ask no one in particular.

Up there,” an older, gray-haired man points to the three-story building across the street. “A man with a gun started shooting. Militants.”

I look up, then down the church steps, in what would have been the gunman’s line of fire. Suddenly, everything spins. I feel like I’m in an elevator whose cable has just snapped, sending me plunging into a dark abyss. This is now the second time in the past two days I have experienced this sensation. The first was just twelve hours ago, when my family was preparing to leave for services. At the last second, I insisted we stay home. I had no specific reason for this demand, only the strange feeling that if we went, something awful would happen. At first, my family protested, but my pleading made them change their minds.

Now, here I am, staring at the carnage. I freeze as I recognize a victim: my best friend, Nabil Kessrousani. Sixteen years old, he was accompanying me to church when I suddenly demanded we stay home.

You’re crazy,” he had told me, going off on his own.

I move to help Nabil but am pushed back by uniformed personnel carrying stretchers and medical bags. Now, police are on the scene. They herd us all to the sidelines so the first responders can do their work. I want to help, but I know there is nothing I can do.

How did I know we should’ve stayed away from the church? Was it gut instinct? True, I knew Beirut was becoming more dangerous, but perhaps it was divine intervention. I cannot dismiss the fact that God was looking out for me. But why? What had I done to deserve such attention? In the years to come, I will experience many eerily similar incidents. And these same profound questions will continue to vex me. Can the practical and the mysterious coexist? My incredible life story will suggest an answer to this question.

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Tony Assali is the president of a well-established escrow company in California and new author of his autobiography, Catch the White Tiger, where he tells his story about growing up in Beirut, establishing life in America, and discovering the keys to success. The debut author has been married for 25 years. He has 4 children, 11 grandchildren, and one great-grandchild. On his time off, he enjoys drinking wine, dirt bike riding, board games, and he is a coffee connoisseur. He is blessed to have the Lord in his life, and he thanks Him daily and pays it forward as a born again Christian.

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