#ChapterReveal “High Impact (High Mountain Trackers Book 4)” by Freya Barker

Title: High Impact (High Mountain Trackers, #4)
Author: Freya Barker
Genre: Romantic Suspense

Release Date: December 6, 2022
Cover Designer: Freya Barker
Hosted by: Buoni Amici Press, LLC.

Manager for Hart’s Horse Rescue, Lucy Lenoir, finally feels she has a handle on life after having worked hard to leave her old one behind. So hard, there are times she almost forgets what she escaped. Memories which suddenly come flooding back when she catches a glimpse of a familiar horseman in town.

What’s worse, he’s in the company of the unlikely cowboy she’s only just beginning to trust.

High Mountain Tracker, Bo Rivera, tries hard never to repeat his mistakes. A huge one changed the course of his life and made him particularly cautious, especially around women. So much so, he almost passed up on the best thing to ever walk into his life; the compact, blonde ballbuster in need of a gentle hand.

However, the more he learns about her, the more he realizes a soft touch alone won’t keep her demons at bay. Those will need a firmer hand…to keep the gun steady.

 

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Lucy

Look at those poor babies.

They can’t be more than a week old but won’t last much longer if I don’t intervene. Their mother isn’t looking any better.

I got the call earlier this afternoon and wish I’d been able to wait for a deputy to follow me, but potential cases of animal abuse aren’t very high on their list of priorities. The woman who called insisted the situation was dire, and she’s right.

“Hey! You!”

Oh shit.

A rough-looking, burly guy is coming around the corner of the dilapidated farmhouse, about fifty yards from where I’m crouched next to the pen. He has a shotgun in his hands and it’s aimed at me.

“You’ve got two seconds to get off my property,” he yells, looking pissed.

This kind of rescue work isn’t without its occasional challenges and dangers. It isn’t the first time I’ve looked down the barrel of a gun held by some disgruntled farmer or rancher when they didn’t appreciate my rescue of their abused animal. Still, it never fails to scare the crap out of me.

I don’t like guns. I’ve never been comfortable around them, although I will say I won’t hesitate to grab the shotgun we have by the front door at the rescue when facing anyone who threatens our safety or the safety of the animals. Too much has happened here over the past two years since we moved from Billings.

We, being Alexandra Hart and myself. I’ve worked for Alex for over eight years now. I joined her when Hart’s Horse Rescue was on a much, much smaller property, just outside Billings, Montana. Then, two years ago, she purchased the property near Libby and I happily followed her here. Of course, since then, she’s met and moved in with Jonas Harvey at the High Meadow Ranch, just down the road.

At the rescue we don’t only provide a safe haven for the animals, but also rehabilitate injured and traumatized animals. Alex is something of a horse whisperer and has a special affinity with the animals I lack. Don’t get me wrong, I’m good with the horses—all the animals—but they certainly don’t respond to me the way they do to Alex.

Anyway, these days it’s just me and the animals at the rescue, where I look after the day-to-day operations. Not a bad gig, not at all. I have a job I love; I have a roof over my head, and I live in what has to be one of the most beautiful places in the world.

Not that I’ve traveled much. I’m about the farthest away from where I grew up right now, although staring down a barrel is familiar.

According to Lester Franklin’s neighbor, he leaves for work every day at the same time and doesn’t return home until late afternoon. I’d parked on the neighbor’s property and was supposed to wait for a sheriff’s deputy to show, when I saw him drive off and came to investigate. I didn’t want to miss the opportunity, so I went in without backup. Hindsight being twenty-twenty, that had not been my smartest move.

Today being the exception to the rule, he obviously returned early and isn’t happy finding me here.

I lift my hands up to show him I’m not armed.

“Your kid goats need to be supplement-fed or they’re gonna die,” I yell back.

“None ‘a your goddamn business what I do with my goats. Yer trespassing!”

He racks his shotgun and repositions it against his shoulder, lining me up in his sights. The sound of it is a bit unnerving, but I know that’s what he intends; to scare me off.

“Look, if you’re happy to let them die, why not just give them to me to look after?”

The shotgun blast is loud as the dirt in front of me sprays up. I’m down on my face the next second. Guess he wasn’t just trying to scare me. I vaguely notice a stinging burn on my shin but my eyes are locked on Lester Franklin, who appears to be cocking his gun, readying it for another shot.

“Hey! Lincoln County Sheriff’s Department. Put that damn shotgun down!”

I turn my head slightly to where a fresh-faced sheriff’s deputy is standing, legs spread wide and her hand on the butt of her service weapon. Sloane Eckhart. She’s the niece of my friend Pippa’s husband, Sully, and brand-new to the department. So new, I can still see the creases on her uniform shirt.

“I have every right to defend my property! She’s an intruder.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, Mr. Franklin,” Sloane fires back right away. “She’s at worst a trespasser and if you shoot at her you’re the one who’s gonna be going to jail! Now, I’m gonna ask you one more time; put the shotgun down!”

Despite my rather precarious position, I grin at the girl’s attitude. Hell, she’s probably early twenties, looks more like a child playing dress-up than an actual sheriff’s deputy, but she’s sure not easily intimidated.

“What are you gonna do about it?” Franklin challenges her.

Slow and easy, she slips her weapon in her hand, widens her stance, and aims straight at him.

“I outshot the entire department in an accuracy test two weeks ago,” she says calmly. “Want to test me?”

For a few seconds, it looks like we might have a shootout when the guy pans his aim toward Sloane, but at the last moment lowers the barrel.

I get to my feet and notice my lower leg still burning. The front of my jeans on the left side is wet and stained dark. Wonderful.

“Were you hit?”

Sloane walks over, her eyes zoomed in on my leg.

“Just some rock spray hitting me, I think. Just a scratch.”

I don’t want her distracted, I want her to control Lester while I collect these poor goats.

“Right,” she says, giving me a hard look before she walks to her cruiser, the driver’s side door still open. “Gonna call some backup. Looks like we need Animal Control out here too.”

While Sloane puts in her calls, I pull up the leg of my jeans as I try to keep an eye on Franklin, who continues to hover in front of his house. My leg is a mess. It’s difficult to see anything, but I look to be bleeding from more than one source.

“Yikes,” Sloane comments, walking up. “Maybe I should’ve called the EMTs as well. That doesn’t look good.”

 

Bo

“Can you hand me the wrench?”

I dig through the toolbox and give James the requested tool.

We’re out behind the ranch house, in the shed where the pump running the automated watering system is housed. The system provides water to the horses out in the fields closest to the house. There are only a few of the back meadows left to cart water to, but if we can’t get this damn pump to work, we’re gonna be back to hauling it everywhere.

It’s a time suck and a general pain-in-the-ass job no one wants to do, which is why we’re back here trying to fix it, even though neither James nor I are particularly talented in mechanics.

“Why don’t I go ask Pippa to come have a look?” I suggest when James releases a few juicy curse words.

Pippa is married to Sully, another member of our team, and she’s a mechanic. They live in one of the cabins on the other side of the ranch house and just welcomed a new baby two weeks ago, so she’s home.

“I’m sure she’s got other things going on,” James mutters.

“Are you kidding? If it was up to her, she would’ve strapped that baby to her body and already be back at the garage working.”

It’s true, I walked in on an argument about exactly that topic between her and Sully just yesterday. Pippa is itching to do something with her hands, while her husband feels she needs more time to recover.

He’s just worried about her, being protective, and she’s afraid to lose autonomy over her life with the new baby and relatively new husband. The fear-driven dynamics are clear to see from an observer’s point of view, but I guess even a couple of weeks of sleepless nights, constant feedings, and endless diapers can make you lose perspective.

Pippa is a rock and I have no doubt she’ll jump at the opportunity to get out of the house for a bit. Sully’s back to work and manning the breeding barn with Fletch today, but there are many at the ranch who’d drop anything to keep an eye on that baby girl for a few minutes.

Poor kid was born into one of the strangest families I’ve ever known, with a whole bunch of uncles, aunts, an honorary grandfather, and a handful of cousins, of which only one aunt and one cousin are actually blood related. The ranch, High Meadow, is at the center of this haphazard family. Its owner, Jonas Harvey, was my commander in the armed forces. Jonas, Sully, Fletch, James, and I were part of a special ops tracking unit. Like me, Jonas came from a ranching background. When he aged out of the unit, he bought this place, pulling us in one by one as we each aged out.

High Meadow is a stud farm, but in recent years we’ve been developing our own breeding program as well. In addition to that, the ranch is also the base for High Mountain Trackers. We may all have been too old for Uncle Sam, but we’re still able to put our skills to good use with HMT, which is a search and rescue—or recovery—unit on horseback. We get a variety of calls, anywhere from missing children to hunting down criminals, and often work together with local and state law enforcement.

The ranch is our home, even though I’ve never lived here like most of my brothers. I have my reasons for choosing an old apartment in town over one of the staff cabins on the ranch, although there’ve been many times I wished things were different. That’s life though, you’ve just got to roll with it. I’m sure there’ll come a day I can wake up to beautiful views and sweet mountain air instead of the parking lot at the rear of the restaurant next door, but that day isn’t here yet.

There’s no one at the cabin, but I find Pippa and the baby in the kitchen at the main house. Carmi is being burped by Alex, Jonas’s woman, with his old man, Thomas, looking on. I bend down and give that little downy blond head a kiss.

“How’s my little girl?”

“She sure don’t look like yours,” Thomas pipes up, unable to resist a tease.

There were too many years I would’ve taken that the wrong way, especially coming from an old, white, Southern boy, but I know he would’ve said the same thing to Fletch, who is white but dark-haired. This isn’t about the color of my skin but the blond hair the baby inherited from her father.

“Hush, after her daddy, Bo gets dibs. He delivered her,” Pippa reminds the old man with a grin.

I did. Two weeks ago, at the horse rescue.

It wasn’t my first baby—before I joined the military I worked as a nurse in different departments—but it had been a few years, maybe even decades, since the last one. Luckily, the basic mechanics of childbirth stay the same and, other than the baby was coming fast, there were no complications.

“Hey, you got a minute?” I ask Pippa. “We can’t get the motor on the water pump to—”

I don’t even get a chance to finish my sentence before she jumps in.

“Yes. You don’t mind, do you, Alex?”

Alex makes a face as she snuggles the baby closer. “Like you need to ask.”

Pippa follows me outside where we almost bump into Sloane, Sully’s niece, who moved here over the summer. She’s a sheriff’s deputy.

“I was looking for you” she addresses Pippa. “Where’s the baby?”

“Kitchen.” Pippa cocks her thumb over her shoulder. “I swear,” she continues when Sloane rushes up the porch steps. “I’ve ceased to exist since she was born. Don’t get me wrong, I love my baby beyond measure, but it’s a little unsettling when I’m being treated like an extension of that little human instead of my own person.”

I hear her. Fuck, I’m guilty of it too, heading straight for Carmi without even a hello for her mother.

Throwing my arm around her shoulder, I give her a little squeeze.

“Good thing we have a busted water pump to remind us you’re not just good at making babies,” I tease.

“Haha,” she grumbles, elbowing me in the gut.

“Oh, Bo?” I hear Sloane call.

“Yeah, what’s up?” I ask, turning around.

She’s hanging over the porch railing.

“You may wanna swing by Lucy’s, when you have a minute.”

As always when I hear her name, my attention is piqued.

“Why?”

“She had a run-in with a rancher north of town. She didn’t want me calling EMTs, but I think she got hit with some buckshot.”

I don’t realize I’m already moving until I hear Pippa yell out behind me.

“Go!”

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Braden
 
I didn’t want to walk away, not with Reagan alone with that cocksucker. The way he looked at her pissed me the fuck off. He wanted her.
 
“So tell me,” Annika murmured, rubbing her leg against mine, “how does it feel to be the hottest athlete in the country?”
 
Tearing my gaze away from Reagan, I clenched my fists underneath the bar. I didn’t give a shit about that list anymore. All I cared about was getting Reagan as far away from that fucking brother of hers as I could. I was a good judge of character and there was something up with him—and Annika, for that matter. There were too many red flags.
 
“Braden?” Annika called out.
 
I loosened my hands and took a deep breath. “It feels great,” I replied, tossing back my glass of bourbon.
 
Annika placed a hand on my arm. “Tell me about yourself. I know your parents are MMA royalty and your sister’s a Hollywood starlet. Is your dream to fight until you retire?”
 
The young lady behind the bar reached for my glass. “Want another?”
 
I nodded. “Yep.”
 
I thought the alcohol would help, but it only worsened my rage. I wanted a lot more but couldn’t be drunk while driving Reagan and Annika back. “So, you’re asking if it’s my dream to fight until I retire?” I repeated, thinking about the question. Then, turning to Annika, I shrugged. “For the most part. One day I’ll take over my dad’s share of Fightanium. I want to train new and upcoming fighters, maybe even coach my own kids one day, if I ever have any.”
 
Annika sipped on her raspberry martini and smiled. “I can totally see you having a son. He’ll be a heartbreaker just like you.” Annika was beautiful and I had no doubt she knew how to use that body of hers in bed, but she wasn’t what I wanted.
 
“What’s your story,” I asked her. “Why do you want to learn to fight?”
 
She shrugged. “In today’s time, it’s a good thing to know how to protect yourself. Especially being a woman.”
 
I agreed with her there. “Well, you seem to know what you’re doing. You’re a natural in the ring.”
 
Annika beamed. “Thanks. I’ll never be as good as Reagan, but it’s my goal.”
 
Glancing over my shoulder, I focused on Reagan and Finn, drinking champagne and conversing as if they had a million fucking things in common. What the hell could they be talking about?
 
“What does your brother do exactly?” I questioned.
 
Annika peered over at Finn. “He and my father own several large construction companies on the east coast, and they just bought out a huge firm here in California. It’s where I’ll work once I find my own place to live. Right now, I’m staying at Finn’s.” She looked back at me. “We should go house shopping together. I’m sure you know the area well.”
 
I wasn’t about to fall into that rabbit hole. “My real estate agent found my place. I have his number if you want it. He’s the best.”
 
Her lips turned into a pout, but she nodded. “That’d be great.”
 
I knew what she was trying to do, but I had no interest in spending more time than necessary alone with her. Carter told me I needed to show Reagan she was the only one I wanted, but Annika wasn’t helping. Of course, I could always be a dick and tell her I wasn’t interested. However, I had a feeling Annika wasn’t the type to back down, nor was she the kind of girl to get turned down by men.
 
Once Annika finished her martini, she moved closer to me. Any closer and she’d be in my fucking lap. “Do you have plans Friday night?”
 
I was right, she wouldn’t give up. “I do,” I answered her.
 
“That’s a shame. I’m attending a charity ball with my brother, and I was hoping you’d be my date. Finn plans on asking Reagan.”
 
Motherfucker. Every muscle in my body tensed as I focused on my drink. Reagan wouldn’t say yes to that douche, would she? Finn was wealthier than me, educated, a businessman, and a few years older, but that was all he had going for him.
 
“We’ll have a great time,” Annika said, biting her lip seductively. “I have a limo coming to pick me up.” She slid a hand down to my thigh. “And I rented the penthouse suite at the hotel where the event is taking place. I can think of several things we can do together there.”
 
I tossed my bourbon back and stood, causing her hand to drop from my thigh. Then, reaching into my back pocket, I pulled out my wallet and set a wad of cash on the bar.
 
“I don’t know if I can make that happen. I’m sorry.”
 
Annika stood and pursed her lips. “No worries. I know it’s last minute.”
 
“Should we join them now?” I said, nodding over at Reagan and Finn’s table.
 
Plastering on a smile, Annika looped her arm with mine, but I could tell she was pissed at my rejection. “Sure.”
 
We walked over to the table, and I took the seat beside Reagan while Annika sat beside her brother. Reagan tensed and looked at anything and everything but me.
 
“Would you like some champagne?” Finn asked, glancing back and forth from his sister to me.
 
Annika nodded, her tone clipped. “Yep.”
 
Finn poured her some, and she downed it quickly. Reagan stared at her curiously and then at me. I wished like hell we were alone so I could talk to her; it was time to put everything on the table.
 
Finn held up the champagne bottle. “Emerson?”
 
I shook my head. “No, thanks. I have to drive the girls back.”
 
He waved me off. “I can do that.”
 
“No,” I snapped. “I got it.”
 
Gaze narrowed, Finn set the bottle down and turned to his sister. “Did you ask Braden to the charity ball?”
 
Annika’s hazel eyes pierced into me. “I did. He doesn’t think he can make it.”
 
Reagan stiffened beside me, and Finn smiled. “I hate to hear that. Reagan and I would’ve loved to have you both join us.” So, Reagan said yes to him. What the fuck? It took all I had not to punch the smug smile off Finn’s face.
 
With pleading eyes, Annika stared at me. “Are you sure you can’t figure out a way to go? What could be more important than charity?”
 
“You know what? You’re right. I think I will go,” I said, grinning at her.
 
I thought I was doing the right thing by turning Annika down, but lo and behold, I couldn’t have been more wrong.

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#CoverReveal “Royally Complicated” by Gwyn McNamee and Christy Anderson

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ROYALLY COMPLICATED

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Sex on the beach with a smoking hot stranger…

I blame the tequila.

And the way he rode the waves like he owned them.

And the delicious way the water trickled down over his washboard abs and the V thingy.

And the fact that I’m on the trip that was supposed to be my honeymoon until I caught the bastard cheating.

Yeah, I’m going to blame it on all that.

Because reckless behavior is so not usually me.

But surfer god Fyn is a breath of fresh air I so badly need.

A break from reality of the world around me.

One he seems to need, too.

It’s a single wild moment in my otherwise structured life that seems to be crumbling.

A perfect snapshot in time…

Until the royal guard shows up looking for him.

Turns out the king of the waves is actually a prince.

A real one next in line for the throne.

And I just banged him on the sand.

People say a one-night stand can be good for you, especially after a break-up.

I’m starting to question that advice.

Because finding my prince is only the beginning…

Things are about to get royally complicated.

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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

All rights reserved.

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.

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#CoverReveal “Anything But Love (California Hearts, Book 2)” by Dalia Dupris

California Hearts, Book 2

Contemporary Romance

Date Published: 06-15-2022

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Known as the anything but love girl, Morgan Hart has two passions, travelling and having fun. After reassuring her French lover, Marcel, that their relationship will resume unchanged when she returns, she’s ready to begin her Cape Town adventure, only to find that her friend Amber is a no-show at the airport, and Morgan’s stuck with having to travel solo, that is, until she falls into the lap of widowed single father, Dakar Ngosi, whose good looks and charm have her questioning her resolve to living life unattached and carefree.

Dr. Ngosi is beyond annoyed when a seemingly inebriated Morgan slumps down beside him in the airport lounge where he’s waiting with his sister for their flight. When his sister volunteers him to show the lovely American the sites of their country, his irritation grows, but he soon discovers that Morgan is as enticing as she is beautiful, and he must decide if he’ll stick to his vow to never love again or pursue the American woman whose captured his heart.

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Dalia Dupris has been a book lover as long as she can remember.

She has won two EMMA awards and is a Spectrum Grant recipient. Dalia’s degrees in English Literature and Social Work, in addition to years of experience as a licensed therapist, contribute to her creation of relatable and complex characters.

In her spare time, she enjoys bike riding with her husband, and hiking with her daughter. She loves hearing from her readers. To learn more about Dalia and her books check out www.daliadupris.com and https://linktr.ee/DaliasBooks.

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#CoverReveal “No Looking Back (A Silverbell Shore Novel)” by L Summers

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The second book from the Silverbell Shore world, No Looking Back is a story about starting over and finding love when you least expect it…

Ivy

Fleeing Boston and returning to Silverbell Shore was never part of my plan, neither was becoming a single mom. Unfortunately, I had no choice, I had to make it work. One thing was for certain, I would NEVER trust a man ever again. I had a great job, a lovely home, my Grams and Noah, that was all I needed. Until I met him… and he changed everything.

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I needed a fresh start, away from the betrayal and drama haunting me in Atlanta, and Silverbell Shore seemed like the perfect place. The picture-perfect small town, I felt at home instantly. I was settling into my new job and my life was good, but something was missing. Then I met her… and I knew, she was what I was missing.

Evil lurks in the shadows, watching and waiting for the right time to strike. What do you do when the past comes back to haunt you? Will you stay and fight for the life you never knew you wanted? Or will you run again…no looking back?

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L Summers is a wife and mother to 3 crazy kids and one fur baby. Hailing from Oxford in the UK, she loves learning about local history. Layla has worked with children for over 15 years and is also an avid baker and cake decorator. Her love of reading stems from a very early age, but the amazing E L James kicked off her obsession with Contemporary Romance with the release of the Fifty Shades Trilogy. Having this love of romance is what has inspired her to create her own stories about love and friendship. She loves to frequent romance book signings as a reader, with her dream being to attend one day as an author.

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#BookBlitz “The Willows Weep (Pirates of the Withering Coast #2)” by Alonna Williams

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If you like pirate action mixed in with your fantasy, you are going to want to read The Willows Weep by Alonna Williams, available for pre-order now!

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The Willows Weep (Pirates of the Withering Deep #2)

Expected Publication Date: Coming Soon!

Genre: YA Fantasy/ Pirates

Publisher: Blue Gingham Publishing

The darkness lurks and smiles, beneath a weeping willow, a heart as pure as gold, can blacken as the night…

Now with stronger allies, Trevor is ready to tackle his biggest challenge yet, coming to terms with his Sirenhood.

While Labyrinth fears being at the forefront due to the constant dangers he faces in Human form, Trevor recognizes his need to understand his Siren side.

Further down the rabbit hole of his mystifying quest, Trevor begins to unravel the perilous truth about his childhood friend and savior, the one called: “the Willow”, who saved him from the jaws of death before he was even born.

Can he really be the paragon of purity? Or could it be that a black heart lingers suppressed under the goodness of the Pure Siren?

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Trevor stepped back and looked down at the sand under his sock-covered feet.

“Sadness,” Arjan realized. He could sense that emotion anywhere. “Sadness…because of

me,” he continued. “If it is something you are wishing to say to me, use Insussurro. Your sadness will help you do so.”

Trevor stared at Arjan’s loose turquoise waves and furrowed his brow—trying to get in touch

with his feelings. “I think it all would have been easier if you didn’t leave,” he finally said through the use of his Siren ability.

Arjan watched as Trevor’s fists balled, and his lips formed a scowl, though they never opened

to form the words. They were just thoughts, his sadness transforming into anger.

“I bear great regrets for that, little one,” Arjan replied. “I cannot tell you how many. But if I

was having to do the same thing again, in much honesty I must tell you, I would.”

“I had no friends, Arjan. None. Not until Aldrich came along. They all thought I was weird,

and their parents told them stuff like that all the time because of…because of this!” he said through his lips as he pointed to one of his ears. Trevor then pointed to Arjan’s ears. “But you always had them. If I saw them on you, do you think I would have been bothered by them when they changed?

If I had the privilege of growing up with a Siren, do you think I would have cared about being an

outcast to the rest of England?”

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Alonna Williams has been writing since she was a little girl. It started with a short story and soon progressed to novels. Aside from her debut novel, A Peculiar Royal, Alonna has worked on, Au Contraire, and grew up with a Pirate series entitled, Pirates of the Withering Coast, which is her favorite series of all. When she’s not writing you’ll most likely find her dancing, whether it be, Tap, Ballet, Jazz or Lyrical, or watching a good classic movie or of course, bingeing Disney+.

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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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#BookBlitz #PreOrder “Future Skinny” by Peter Rosch

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I’m happy to share this upcoming release with all of you today! Future Skinny by Peter Rosch will be available later this spring, and if you pre-order all proceeds will go to eating disorder treatment programs like MEDA and Project Heal. Pre-order today!

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Future Skinny

Expected Publication Date: May 24th, 2022

Genre: Psychological Thriller/ Suspense

TW: Body Dysmorphia/ Addiction

Casey Banks is a devoutly anorexic man who discovers he can see the future by binge-eating. His new plan? Perform visions for cash while staying thin by any means necessary. Reading futures proves to be lucrative, but when he ignores a vision of his girlfriend committing a grisly murder, it sets Casey on a dangerous path toward a destiny he’ll do anything to avoid.

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Peter Rosch is what happens when a Polish drag-racing varsity bowler and a beautiful, but über paranoid, French Canadian Air Force brat get together on a disco dance floor in glorious Albuquerque, NM. An award-winning writer whose decades in advertising, music, and film introduced him to more than a few bad habits. He hopes it wasn’t for naught. Kirkus called his first novel, My Dead Friend Sarah, “a gripping story” in which “Rosch skillfully renders a unique story of a missing woman.”

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#CoverReveal “Kiss of the Reaper: A Paranormal Fantasy Romance” by Ellis Leigh

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A paranormal take on a Hades & Persephone type of romance.

There’s this moment when you die.

This final sliver of time when the Grim Reaper comes to lead you through to the other side. When you are bathed in the glee he exudes at introducing another soul to his cold, dark world, and you have a split second of complete and utter fear at what lies ahead. Fear of the afterlife you have no control over. Fear of the Reaper.

But not all deaths end the same way.

And the Reaper isn’t who you think he is.

This is the story of how I died…and how Death himself brought me back to life.

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KISS OF THE REAPER is a standalone fantasy novel that spins off from Ellis Leigh’s bestselling Feral Breed Motor Cycle club paranormal romance series. Readers who have read the FBMC will recognize many of the characters, but you do not have to read FBMC to enjoy this love story between the Grim Reaper and the dead witch he can’t stop obsessing about.