Monday, October 31, 2016

Release Day Blitz - F*CKING AWKWARD HOLIDAYS ANTHOLOGY



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Holidays conjure up many thoughts- long, chilly nights, snuggled up by the fire, bare feet tucked under the one you love. Some are hallmarks of summer when skin is warmed by more than the sun. There is the after Thanksgiving dinner nightcap, as the smooth, sultry burn of whiskey warms your chest, rendering your limbs heavy or include lazy kisses and wandering hands beneath your best dress on a romantic Valentine's Day date.

But sometimes, Grandma gets boozed up and passes out at the table, your brother gets caught rubbing one out under the fireworks, your kids catch mommy kissing Santa (and not on the lips), your special new toy winds up in the wrong gift bag, a goat steals and wears your sexy new thong and watching the ball drop takes on a whole new meaning.

In other words, the holidays can be magical, but sometimes, they're also just f*cking awkward.


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Meeting him was a fluke. Dating him was a mistake. Watching him become a drug addict put me through hell. Running was my only option.

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I'm running from my demons and when I find out she's trying to escape her past, I know what I have to do.

One broken cop. One woman fighting for her life. A fragile love.

Sinister secrets that threaten to tear them apart.

They've been to hell. The hard part will be finding their way back together.






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When her nose isn't buried in a book, or her fingers flying across a keyboard writing, she's in the kitchen creating gourmet meals. You can find her, in four inch heels no less, in the car chauffeuring kids, or possibly with her husband scheduling his business trips. It's a good thing her characters do what she says, because even her Labrador doesn't listen to her...







Saturday, October 29, 2016

Blog Tour - BENEATH THESE SHADOWS by Meghan March

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From USA Today bestselling author Meghan March comes another dangerously sexy alpha hero…
The only permanent thing in my life is the ink I put on my clients.
I drift form city to city, in and out of beds, from one tattoo shop to the next.
Every time I start to put down roots, I rip them up.
Until New Orleans.
Until her.
She’s everything I’m not.
Full of fire and life. An innocent where I’m a sinner.
I want to consume her. Protect her. Keep her.
But first, I have to escape from beneath these shadows.

Beneath These Shadows is a STANDALONE romance set in the world of the Beneath series. You DO NOT have to read any other books in the series to enjoy it.




“You ever broken the law before this, Eden?” I expected a quick and unequivocal no, but it didn’t come as fast as I thought it would. “I don’t think so. I mean, I’m sure I have by accident sometime. I’ve jaywalked. But I’m not some kind of criminal.” Well, that makes one of us, I thought. My anger from earlier started to fade and be replaced by the heat of the knowledge that Eden’s naked tits were only inches from my chest, separated by water I could see right through. Last time I’d seen them under her pink bra, she’d been too fucked up for me to take advantage . . . but tonight she was completely sober. I raised my gaze from her chest, expecting her cheeks to be red when she realized I was staring at her nipples, but she wasn’t watching my face. She was staring down at my body. “Like what you see?” That got her attention. Eden jerked her head up to meet my eyes, and the blush colored her skin like I’d timed it. “You’re . . . big.” A booming laugh broke free from my throat at her unexpected response, and her cheeks flamed even brighter. “No, that’s not what I meant. I mean . . . everywhere. Not just, in the . . .” She looked down, then jerked her gaze back to mine. “I’m going to shut up now.” That kind of awkward and fumbling response couldn’t be faked, and protectiveness rose in me again. Eden was no con artist. She was a girl who couldn’t even say the word cock without turning red. “Ain’t no shame in my game.” She reached out a hand and covered my lips with her fingers. “Stop. You’re just making it worse. I wasn’t checking out your . . . package. I mean, I did before you got in the pool, but that’s only because I thought you’d have underwear on because who doesn’t wear underwear?” The babbling continued, and so did my laughter. Hell, I hadn’t laughed this much since Delilah had given in to a customer’s request and tattooed a flexing veined eggplant cartoon on a client so he could send pictures of it instead of dick pics. Eden pulled her hand back and covered her face. “I’m going to stop talking now. I seriously can’t be trusted to say anything that’s not completely humiliating when you’re standing this close to me naked.” “I disagree, and since I’m not ready to get out and put my clothes on, you’re going to have to deal with it.” She mumbled something under her breath. “Come again?” Eden pressed her lips together for a beat before saying, “I don’t know how to deal with it. This isn’t something I’ve ever dealt with before.” A crazy thought popped into my brain. “Are you a virgin?” If there was a red brighter than fire engine, that was the color of Eden’s cheeks. “No! Of course not. Really. I’ve touched a dick before. I mean, just the one, but it still counts. Well, I didn’t really touch it. Except, you know, inside me. Oh my God, I’m just going to shut up now.” Realization dawned on me as her babbled protest silenced. “You’ve had sex with one guy? Once? How old are you?” Eden turned to bolt, but instead smashed her tits into my arm. I stepped close enough so that only an inch of water separated us. Her gaze went skyward. “This is so humiliating.” That’s where she and I had differing opinions. “Why? Because you haven’t fucked every guy you’ve ever met? What’s wrong with that?” Eden’s gaze snapped down to mine and her brows drew into slashes. “Hey, whoa now. You can toss that double-standard crap right in the trash. What if I had screwed every guy I ever met? Would that make me less of a person? I mean, it’s not like you probably haven’t been with dozens and dozens of women. I’m not judging you. Except for maybe that Kitty girl. I mean, really? You’ve got to have some standards.” My laughter boomed out again across the courtyard. “Cupcake, just because I can get most any pussy I want, doesn’t mean I do it.” “Still, double standards are—” When she started on another tirade, I decided to silence her the best way I knew how. I leaned down and covered her lips with mine.            
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About Meghan March:

Meghan March has been known to wear came face paint and tromp around in woods wearing mud-covered books, all while sporting a perfect manicure. She’s also impulsive, easily entertained, and absolutely unapologetic about the fact that she loves to read and write smut. Her past lives include slinging auto parts, selling lingerie, making custom jewelry, and practicing corporate law. Writing books about dirty talking alpha males and the strong, sassy women who bring them to their knees is by far the most fabulous job she’s ever had. She loves hearing from her readers at meghanmarchbooks@gmail.com.

Friday, October 28, 2016

Cover Reveal - LOW OVER HIGH by J.A. DeRouen

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Low Over High (The Over Duet #1)

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Release Date: November 14, 2016
 
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I fancy myself a purveyor of truth, a sifter of lies, a cutter of bullshit. It’s not a gift, but rather, all skill, honed to a razor’s edge after one too many trips down the rabbit hole. Some may dismiss my talent as misplaced and misguided cynicism, but they’d be wrong. Cliches about hope and faith in mankind are concocted unicorn farts, an effort to keep the dreamers dreaming. Experiences don’t lie—people do. While I’m not proud of the circumstances that led me to this way of thinking, I respect the journey. The road to enlightenment can be dark and foreboding, but the destination makes it all worthwhile. But funny thing about the past—it’s a defiant child refusing to stay in time out. No matter how deeply buried, it can always pop up when least expected, and sink its fucking claws into the flesh of your heart. No, not my heart—I no longer have one. I foolishly gave it away years ago, but I still feel the ripping in my chest as I fist the crumpled note left on my porch. I’ve avoided this day, ran from it, for the past eight years. And still we meet again. But to truly understand … to feel my dread and fear my future as I do, it’s important to know what happened in my past. Or who… My name is Marlo Rivers, and this is my story of corrupted love.    
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J.A. DeRouen lives in South Louisiana with her husband, son (aptly named "The Professor), and her furry friend, Scout. She holds bachelor's degrees in psychology and nursing.
When she's not writing or inhaling romance novels by the stack, she works as a women's health nurse. She's been an avid reader and daydreamer since childhood, and she's never stopped turning the page to get to the next happily ever after.
 
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Blog Tour - MARRY ME MAD by Katy Regnery

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Marry Me Mad is one swoonworthy read!


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Blurb:

Did you fall in love with The English Brothers? Were you hot for the Winslows? Katy Regnery's New York Times bestselling Blueberry Lane series continues with The Rousseau siblings in 2016!
For as long as Madeleine “Mad” Rousseau can remember, she’s been the “sweet” twin to her sister Jax’s “sassy.” But after an especially painful break-up, Mad decides she’s had enough of being sweet. Children’s librarian during the day, she begins visiting Philly’s seedier nightspots on a quest for adventure. When Cortlandt “Cort” Ambler, the ex-boyfriend of Mad’s sister, Jax, saves her from disaster on one such evening, an unlikely friendship is born between the rebellious librarian and the moonlighting pianist…and two broken hearts begin a journey toward being whole again. Get to know the families of Blueberry Lane! 

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She stood on the sidewalk facing him, a sweet smile on her lips. Cort gestured to his front door with a flick of his chin. “Want to come in?” “Yes. But we have to talk first.” “What happened to ‘Take me to bed’?” She sighed. “Fresh air cleared my head.” He glanced down at his swollen cock, all but bursting against the zipper of his jeans. “I’m dying a little here, baby.” Her eyes followed his, dancing with mirth when she looked back up at him. “So I see.” “I’m not alone either,” he said, dropping his eyes to her nipples, which strained against her thin, billowy blouse. “No,” she said, her voice slightly lower, her smile giving way to a hotter, more needy look. “You’re not.” “So let’s talk inside.” She shook her head no. “Here.” Cort sighed, hitching her flowered bag a little higher on his shoulder, waiting for her to continue. “No talking about Jax or Thatcher,” she said. “If you talk about Jax, I won’t be able to stay. I’ll feel too guilty. And if you talk about Thatcher, I’ll feel too angry. Promise?” “I promise.” She took a step closer to him. “And this one’s big…No falling in love with each other. We’re just about impossible, you and me, so we can’t—you know—bring that sort of emotion into this. We can enjoy each other, but that’s all, Cort. Promise.” He flinched as she finished. He could feel the involuntary muscle reaction that narrowed his eyes and told him that it was too late. It was a lifetime too late to tell him not to love her, because he’d loved her for most of his life. Her gentleness, her quiet grace, the peace he’d always found in her presence now combined with the scorching chemistry between them that couldn’t be denied. Over and over again throughout his life, he’d looked for her, tried to find someone like her, but his heart had fixed on hers so long ago, it was all but impossible for him not to love her. The only way he could promise her was to promise not to “fall” this weekend, only because he’d already fallen years before. “I promise not to fall.” She smiled at him, though the smile had lost a bit of the lightheartedness it had held minutes earlier. “Do you need any promises from me?” He nodded, closing the distance between them. “Yeah, I do.” Her eyes widened, flaring with heat, the black of her pupils obliterating the green of her irises as she pressed her breasts against his chest. “Promise to leave nothing on the table, Mad. Give me everything you’ve got for twenty-four hours.” “Except…” Her voice broke. “Except my love. I promise.” His heart clenched at her omission, and it made him want to push her out of her comfort zone a little. “Promise to touch me everywhere with your hot little mouth.” “I promise,” she murmured, her throat moving as she swallowed. His eyes narrowed. “Promise to open your legs so I can slide inside of you as if I’ve been doing it all my life.” “Cort,” she whimpered, her eyes fluttering closed as she looked down at where her chest heaved into his. “I need you.”

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Ahhh, another Katy Regnery beautiful book!  Katy is one of those authors that no matter how many books she may write in a series, you will never be disappointed.  Mad and Cort are another reason why I love her books.

Madeleine “Mad” Rousseau is the sweet to her twin sister Jax’s spicy.  She tries to keep the peace and not cause friction even when she knows her longtime boyfriend is cheating on her.  On the day of her big promotion at the library, while wanting to share her news with him, she finds another conquest of his and that’s the final straw.  Deciding to get drunk, she walks into a bar on the other side of town, determined to drink her sorrows away.

Cortlandt “Cort” Ambler has known Mad his entire life.  They grew up in the same circles and he dated Jax in high school.  He’s tatted, hot, and a musician.  It can’t get any better than that.  Except when he sees Mad Rousseau enter the bar.  The more he sees her, the more he wants to get to know her since he hasn't seen her in years.  When Mad finds herself drunk and in need of help, Cort saves the day.

Cort has always had feelings for Mad even though he dated Jax.  You soon find out that his relationship with Jax wasn’t all it was cracked up to be, and I was so glad!  Mad, knowing Cort and Jax were together, knows Cort is off limits.  He is a big no-no since he dated her sister.  However, after reconnecting that first night, they both feel the attraction and you can feel the pull these two have for each other.

Cort and Mad want to try, but Cort is carrying Jax’s secret and Mad is so torn.  She wants to talk to Jax but is scared.  I understand her indecision and couldn’t stop reading until I found out the truth.

These two have this intense connection that will keep you reading because you’re dying to know if this couple can be together.  One thing that blew me away in this book is the sweet little songs that Cort comes up with for Mad.  They are short, sweet, and made me love him even more.

Katy’s writing continues to blow me away with each character in her books.  You can’t help but to love them and want to know more about them.  Once you start reading her books, you don’t want to stop until you have finished and that’s what I love about a good book.  I will continue to seek out Katy’s new books after reading this 5 star book.




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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Katy Regnery started her writing career by enrolling in a short story class in January 2012. One year later, she signed her first contract and Katy’s first novel was published in September 2013. Twenty-five books later, Katy claims authorship of the multi-titled, New York Times and USA Today Blueberry Lane Series, which follows the English, Winslow, Rousseau, Story, and Ambler families of Philadelphia; the six-book, bestselling ~a modern fairytale~ series; and several other standalone novels and novellas. Katy’s first modern fairytale romance, The Vixen and the Vet, was nominated for a RITA® in 2015 and won the 2015 Kindle Book Award for romance. Katy’s boxed set, The English Brothers Boxed Set, Books #1–4, hit the USA Today bestseller list in 2015, and her Christmas story, Marrying Mr. English, appeared on the list a week later. In May 2016, Katy’s Blueberry Lane collection, The Winslow Brothers Boxed Set, Books #1-4, became a New York Times E-book bestseller. In 2016, Katy signed a print-only agreement with Spencerhill Press. As a result, her Blueberry Lane paperback books will now be distributed to brick and mortar bookstores all over the United States. Katy lives in the relative wilds of northern Fairfield County, Connecticut, where her writing room looks out at the woods, and her husband, two young children, two dogs, and one Blue Tonkinese kitten create just enough cheerful chaos to remind her that the very best love stories begin at home


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Thursday, October 27, 2016

Release Day Blitz - CEASE by JC Emery

   
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Death silences. Love echoes.

Ruby Buckley is no stranger to loss. She lost her twins in their infancy, lost her son to his demons, and lost herself to a life she never wanted.

Until him.

Jim Stone is lost. He’s a father who doesn’t know how to parent, a brother who doesn’t know why he ever patched in, and is completely numb to everything around him.

Until her.

Craving normalcy, Ruby wants to live straight, but that’s easier said than done when a member of the Forsaken Motorcycle Club is determined to make her his old lady. She’s plagued by a past she can’t escape. He vows to give her a better future, even if it means delivering the impossible.

But falling in love was only the beginning.

Twenty years later and they’re still going strong, even if the world around them in crumbling. Jim’s put his club on the line and given Ruby the impossible—her now adult twins she thought she’d lost forever. She has everything she’s always wanted.

But at what cost?

Love is never more real than when it’s forever.


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PROLOGUE

Time after time, I never cease to be amazed at how deeply I can be hurt.
Just a flesh wound, Mama.
Jim’s words echo in my mind over and over again. They’re all I hear as I watch my husband— the man who taught me that men can be good— being lifted into the back of the van by his brothers. Blood pools at the bottom of his vest and drips to the pavement.
My daughter— the precious baby I thought I’d lost forever— is being carried to the van by the boy who became my son at the age of eight. She’s lost so much blood. The dark red liquid completely covers her face, neck, and chest. My heart falls into my stomach as I catch sight of the blood smeared all over Ryan’s cut and his face.
My husband’s been gutted and my daughter’s been sliced open.
Both bleeding.
One dying.
Maybe two.
Hopefully none.
And all I can think about is my own selfish need to keep them with me. If I’m not a mother to my daughter or a wife to my husband, then I don’t know who I am. I’ll still have my sons— all three of them— but it’s not the same. My boys don’t need me the way my man and my girl do. I won’t get to hang on to Michael for much longer. He’s a Mancuso and he’ll be staying in New York to take over the family— and it doesn’t matter how I feel about that. Ian, my eldest, has his wife Mindy. He thinks he still needs me, but he doesn’t. Ryan, the boy I have to remind myself isn’t really mine, has Alex. My daughter.
If we lose her, there’s nothing anyone can do to make it better. Ryan will never recover and neither will I. He’ll shut down, just like Rage did when we lost Sylvia, and even I won’t be able to reach him then.
If we lose Jim, we lose our rock. I lose the only person I ever trusted enough to give my whole heart to besides my children.
I won’t survive it.


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DON'T MISS THE PREVIOUS BAYONET SCARS NOVELS!


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Ride (Bayonet Scars #1)

Death comes Armani. Salvation comes in leather.
Principessa to the Mancuso crime family, Alexandra knows a thing or two about living outside the bounds of the law. Suffocated by the future her father has laid out for her, she makes a choice she can’t take back, changing the entire trajectory of her life.
Thrust into the dark and dangerous world of the Forsaken Motorcycle Club for her own protection, Alex finds herself faced with the last thing she needs right now: the man of her dreams. He’s sex in leather, the devil incarnate, and one hell of a kisser. But he’s also off-limits. Ryan Stone can be her friend but he’s forbidden to be her love.
Third-generation Forsaken, Ryan knows nothing other than life on two wheels, and he would’t have it any other way. He enjoys the many privileges that come with the patch, and the only laws he recognizes are the ones set-forth by his club. That is, until who he wants more than anything isn’t allowed on the back of his bike—or in his bed. Balancing his desire for her body, and need to keep her safe, Ryan tried to keep Alex at a distance. Finally having made a choice for herself, she’s done hearing the word “no” and will push boundaries even Ryan himself doesn’t dare cross.
Love is never more tempting than when it’s forbidden.
Loneliness suffocates the heart. Acceptance breaks down walls.

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Thrash (Bayonet Scars #2)

As a Lost Girl to the Forsaken Motorcycle Club, Nicole Whelan knows how to party. She’s not cut-out for relationships and her life is way too complicated for anything more than casual encounters. But one night when she falls into Duke’s bed at the clubhouse, he sees something in her that he can’t let go of—no matter how many times she tries to run.
Having been left to raise her teenage brother, Jeremy, she’s already got her hands full and isn’t looking for anymore complications. But Duke’s just watches his best friend fall for the only girl he couldn’t have, and then almost lose her so shortly after, shaking him to his core. Faced with his own loneliness, he’s more determined that ever to break down Nic’s walls and show her that he can be good for her; but he’s got a bad track record and she’s got a bad temper. Changing his ways isn’t easy when he’s not sure what he’s even changing for.
The violence and turmoil are at an all-time high, and Forsaken is in a vulnerable place when a twist of fate breathes new life into the club. It’s a much-needed beacon of hope for the embattled biker family, even if everyone’s not exactly on board. With Duke and Nic’s relationship already on shaky ground, and something even more important at stake, the Forsaken Motorcycle Club will fight like hell to keep their family together and whole.
Love is never more precious than when it’s new.


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Rev (Bayonet Scars #3)

With the looming threat form the Mancuso Crime Family, the Forsaken Motorcycle Club is preparing for a war that could destroy them. Grady, the club’s Sergeant-at-Arms, knows that love makes you weak, and he has zero interest in adding to his liabilities—especially now. He’s already got his teenage daughter who keeps him on his toes and a beef within the club that could fracture his relationship with a fellow brother for good.
For Holly Mercer, her life is finally getting on track and the last thing she wants is trouble former her hometown’s resident outlaws. Keeping her nose clean is easier said than done, when suddenly she finds herself embroiled in club business. Holly might like the idea of being with a era-life bad boy, but even being int eh same room with tough-as-nails Grady flusters her.
When Holly inadvertently finds herself on Mancuso’s radar, she has two choices: trust Grady will protect her, or continue to refuse the club’s help. Both rads are dangerous, but only one has the chance to damage her beyond repair.
Love is never more dangerous than when it can destroy you.


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Crush (Bayonet Scars #4)

You love is always perfect. Until it’s not.
Cheyenne Grady is a total daddy’s girl to her bad-ass father, the Sergeant-at-Arms of the Forsaken Motorcycle Club. She’s funny, and kind, and she just wants that deep, earth-shattering love like her dad has with her school secretary, Holly. But Cheyenne’s been looking in the wrong direction, because the only good that can come from the way she looks at Jeremy Whelan is a lesson in heartbreak.
Jeremy always wanted to prospect for the Forsaken Motorcycle Club and wear the same patch as his father. When a life-long dream becomes reality, Jeremy realizes that eh outlaw lifestyle is not for the faint of heart. Nor is it easy on relationships. He wants to be a good man, but temptation is everywhere.
Cheyenne is beautiful, and strong, and exactly what Jeremy could have forever. As long as he doesn’t screw it up.
Love is never more powerful than the first time.


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Vow (Bayonet Scars #4.5)

He refuses to five in. She refuses to give up.
Alexandra Mancuso knows all about regrets. She talked other wrong person and started a war that’s ravaged her newly adopted motorcycle club family and threatens to cast Alex her life. Now’s cautions with the commitments she makes.
Ryan Stone, road captain for the Forsaken Motorcycle Club regrets nothing—except putting Cub in danger one time too many. The Forsaken Motorcycle Club has a plan to end the war with the Mancuso crime family and they need everyone’s head in the game. But Ryan can’t focus on the club when he’s so distracted by a certain reckless brunette. She gives him everything except for what he really wants.
Today, he refuses to take no for an answer and maybe, just maybe, this time Alex won’t be able to stand her sound.
True love always defies the odds.


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Burn (Bayonet Scars #5)

Tragedy cuts deep. Revenge burns deeper.
The blood of their enemies coats the leather of their cuts and a trail of bodies lie in their wake, but the Forsaken Motorcycle Club isn’t done yet. Carlo Mancuso still needs to pay for his sins. Nobody knows that more than Ian Buckley, the Treasurer for Forsaken.
Ian prefers pleasure mixed with pain and he’s only ever at peace when he’s doling out justice. Convinced that he’s too unstable and sadistic to take and old lady, he keeps his trysts, like all of his relationships, brief and anonymous. But with his club at war, and the stakes being so personal, Ian’s feeling the events around him more deeply than he expects.
Mindy Mercer is the sweet daughter of For Bragg’s most respectable cop. At least that’s how the town sees her. Very few people know the Mindy who hides her tracks and battles her cravings by lying to everyone around her. She thinks she has control of her addiction until she suffers as attack that leaves her searching for a way out of her own personal hell.
Mindy has never been more desperately in need of a saviour and Ian has never seen a more beautifully destroyed creature in his life. Their attraction is intense, but their damage is extreme. Some scars never heal, and some people never get better.
Love is never more painful than when it can kill you.


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Crave (Bayonet Scars #5.5)

She’s heartbroken. He’s a heart-breaker.
Elle Phillips’s relationship with the Forsaken Motorcycle Club is strained, much like the relationship she had with her father, a Forsaken brother, before he died. The only piece of Forsaken that Elle wants to hold onto is their Sergeant-at-Arms and her former lover, Sterling “Bloody Knuckles” Grady. Unfortunately, Grady’s moved on and he doesn’t seem to be coming back. With her heart hurting over one man who’s died and another who’s practically dead to her, Elle throws herself into her work as a private investigator and tries to keep a low profile where the club’s concerned. But when a case comes along that she can’t refuse, she finds herself embroiled in club business in a way that leaves her questioning everything she thought she knew about Forsaken.
Diesel knows that keeping tabs on Elle Phillips is going to bring him trouble. He already loves her even though he barely knows her, but when Grady asks Diesel to keep her safe, he can’t say no. HIs patience has run out and he’s going to do anything to get Elle to realize he’s the man she’s been craving—even going behind the club’s back to help her solve a case she shouldn’t be working.
Real love is always the cure.


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Haunt (Bayonet Scars #6)

Kings rule men. Queens rule kings.
Wyatt Strand is a hard man. He has hard features, speaks with harsh words, and has a hardened heart. Having served the Forsaken Motorcycle Club as Vice President, Wyatt is used to taking responsibility for his brothers, but when he’s handed the gavel everything changes. His brothers are now his men and the threat from the Italian mafia still looms in the distance a president needs focus, but that’s nearly impossible when his old lady blows back into town and drops two very large bombshells on him.
Amber Wallace is a tough woman, but an even fiercer mother. She once told a lie to protect her unborn child that tore her away from the man she loves. And now, years later, she’s coming home to make amends. Wyatt’s changed, but the club hasn’t. Women are to be obedient. Unfortunately for Forsaken, Amber’s not about to let a few rules stop her from living the life she always imagined.
The Forsaken Motorcycle Club started a war with the Italian mafia and they’ve paid dearly for that choice. With a new president at the helm, the wheels are finally in motion to take down Mancuso once and for all. Even if it means taking the fight back to where it began.
Love is never more beautiful than when it consumes you.


jcemery

As a child, JC was fascinated by things that went bump in the night. As they say, some things never change. JC is known for her bad-ass anti-heroes who lure unsuspecting readers into their dark stories and refuse to leave them alone—even once their story is finished. JC is a San Francisco Bay Area native, but has also called both Texas and Louisiana home. She just recently ditched her flip flops for winter boots and now resides in Southwestern Illinois. When she’s not torturing her characters for fun, JC drops the pend name and goes by Christina.
JC is the author of the Bayonet Scars series—about and outlaw motorcycle club that starts a war with the Italian mafia.

Cover Reveal - SOLID GROUND by Megan Green



Title: Solid Ground

Series: Wounded Love #3

Author: Megan Green

Release Date: Nov 17, 2016





From piggy back rides to promise rings.

Joey Roberts and Nichole Hadley were inseparable from the moment they met on the playground. Years later, with graduation looming and their future about to begin, they were positive nothing could tear them apart.

Until one bad decision. 

More than a decade following their breakup, Joey returns to town after suffering a devastating injury in Iraq. With a new job on the police force and a new house to fix up, he knows he’ll have no trouble keeping his mind and body occupied.

But when a call brings him face to face with a broken and battered Nichole Hadley-Reynolds, it ignites a flame he'd long thought extinguished.

Joey was certain he’d forgotten Nichole.

Nichole doubted she still held a place in his heart.

Will this be the start of a second chance at lost love? Or will they remain floating adrift, forever in search of...

Solid Ground?






“Unit Twenty-Two, we have a reported ten-sixteen over on Maple. Do you copy?”

I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, clearing any lingering doughnut crumbs. I know, I know. A cop eating a doughnut—I’m a walking, talking cliché. Sue me.

I press the button on the side of my radio and respond to Becky, “Ten-four. Unit Twenty-Two en route. ETA, less than five minutes.”

Becky’s voice crackles through the radio once again. “Thanks, Roberts. Twenty-four fifty-six Maple. And be careful. The neighbor who phoned it in said it sounded bad.”

“Copy that,” I say with a smile.

In the small town of Superior, Colorado, it’s likely that the ten-sixteen —a domestic dispute—is simply a couple arguing over whose turn it is to take out the trash. After all my years away, I forgot how small this place was. You’d think, in the twelve years since I left, something would’ve changed. But nope. It’s still the same sleepy little town I left behind where something as simple as a cat being stuck in a tree makes the local evening news.

Fucking Mayberry, I think to myself. And here I am, Sheriff Andy Taylor, reporting for duty.

I eye the greasy brown paper bag in the seat next to me, contemplating whether I want to wolf down doughnut number two before I get there or if I should save it for later. I give it a soft pat, deciding to wait. I still have another six hours on duty after all. Better to have something to look forward to.

This isn’t exactly the way I pictured my life turning out, writing speeding tickets and helping little old ladies cross the street. I always felt like I was destined for more than what this town could give me.

I was the kid waiting at the door of the Army recruitment office the morning after graduation, ready to see the world and fight for my country. While all my friends had been preparing for college—dreaming of girls, parties, freedom from their overprotective parents—I had pounded the pavement, running ten miles every day and spending several hours in the school gym, lifting and squatting it out, until there was no question I was in peak physical condition. I didn’t want to give the Army the chance to turn me down.

And, for almost six years, I got exactly what I wanted. Sure, there were some shitty days—lots of them, if I’m honest. But I never doubted what I was doing. After eighteen years of trying to figure out where I belonged, I finally felt like I fit. No matter what anybody said, I knew I was doing exactly what I was meant to.

Until, one day, it was all taken from me. Someone had made the decision for me. See, losing a leg in the line of duty isn’t exactly something the Army just looks the other way for. No matter how strong I remained, no matter how agile I was on my prosthesis, I was done. They wouldn’t allow me to reenlist. It was the worst fucking day of my entire life.

So, now, after several years training service dogs with my best friend Emma, I’m back where I started. And, as I turn onto Maple Drive, I can’t help the memories that flood my mind.

She lived on this street. I’ve somehow managed to avoid turning down this road in the six months I’ve been back. I’ve driven past it numerous times, but this will be the first time I’ve actually had to drive past the house that holds so many memories.

I watch the house numbers ascend as I drive along the asphalt, a lump forming in my throat the closer I get to twenty-four fifty-six. It can’t be her house, can it?

As many times as I was there back then, I never actually paid attention to the address. But, as my cruiser pulls to a stop in front of the familiar blue door and matching shutters, I know I should’ve expected this. Fate seems to like to show up and bite me in the ass at the worst times. So, not only do I have to see the house I’ve longed to avoid, I’ll actually have to go up and knock on the front door.

The only thing that makes it slightly more bearable is knowing she won’t be there. Her parents had to have sold the house years ago, judging by the state of the yard. Mrs. Hadley would die of embarrassment if she saw the weeds currently occupying her prized flower beds. Plus, Mr. and Mrs. Hadley were like the fucking Cleavers back in the day. There’s no way in hell I’d have been called to their house for a domestic dispute if they were still living here. I’m pretty sure they never argued about a single thing in their entire marriage.

I pop the car into park and radio Becky to let her know I’m on the scene. After she assures me that backup can be here in a few minutes if I need it—eliciting a roll of the eyes from me—I climb out of the cruiser and approach the porch. As always, it takes a step or two for my stride to become comfortable after sitting for so long, but by the time I’m climbing the front stairs, I know nobody will be able to detect a hitch in my gait.

I knock softly on the front door. “Boulder County Police.”




Megan lives in Northern Utah with her handsome hubby, Adam. When not writing, chances are you’ll find her curled up with her Kindle. Besides reading and writing, she loves movies, animals, chocolate, and coffee. Lots and lots of coffee. She loves hearing from readers, so drop her a line!