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Title: Cut Loose
Series: The Sublime
Author: Julia Wolf
Francisca Rivera— call her Frannie, please— says what she means and takes what she wants. Six months ago, all it took was one look at James, the gorgeous, bearded man pouring drinks at her favorite bar, and she had to have him in her bed.
To say she had been disappointed would be the biggest understatement in the history of all understatements. James was a no good, very bad lay.
But there is just something about James' quiet, steady manner and the way he's always watching her at the bar— like she's something special— that keeps her wanting.
Frannie is wild and free with an aversion to relationships. James is soft-spoken and shy with a tendency to be reclusive. Can two opposites meet somewhere in the middle and take a second chance at their first time?
"This author has written a truly beautiful story, which is sweet, humorous and entertaining, and I was totally captivated throughout."-Wendy, Goodreads reviewer
"Julia Wolf once again swept me off my feet in this adorably, sweet, and beautiful story. She makes me laugh, sigh, squeeze my thighs together, and swoon. All in one chapter. I'm so in love with this world and I truly never want to leave it. I can't wait for more from this author and this world!" -Julia at Red Hatter Book Blog
"I fell in love with these characters and their story. What I love most about this entire series is the characters are all very relatable. Julia Wolf has a way of not just writing, but allowing you to easily visualize what is going...she draws you in to the story. I want to go to Bar Royal and hangout with everyone!"-Heather, Goodreads reviewer
"Julia lives in Maryland with her patient husband and three crazy beautiful kids. When she's not writing, momming, or watching Real Housewives, she's reading a book. Julia's a lover of all things romance. From sweet, to funny, to steamy, to so dirty you'll blushing for days, she reads (and writes!) it all."
Book: A Necessary Deception
Author: Lucy Farago
Genre: Romantic Suspense.
Part of a series but can be read standalone.
SynopsisThe agents of the renowned Investigative Collection Unit have to be the biggest, baddest, and brightest to take on missions no one else would dare. It doesnât hurt that theyâre also the sexiest. But in a shadowy world where reality means living on the razorâs edge of deception, few survive with their hearts intact . . . ICU intel expert Monty Buchannanâs idea of fun is creating softwareânot roughing it in a cabin off the grid in Alaska. But his team forced him to unplug when his intense need to be in control put a mission at risk. Being alone isnât a problem; most people make him uncomfortable. But thereâs something about the woman he finds floundering in a frozen stream that warms his ice-cold heart . . . Taylor Moore was once a spoiled socialite famous for her tabloid-worthy exploits, until she broke out from under wealthy fatherâs thumb. Now sheâs the self-made CEO of an online matchmaking serviceâand on the run from Russian mobsters whoâve hijacked her website. But when sheâs suddenly plucked from a river by a half-naked mountain man, trust will become a matter of survival. And desire just might break down the defenses that have kept them both playing it far too safe for far too long . . .
Meet the AuthorLucy Farago is an award winning, romantic suspense author whose sixth book, A Necessary Deception, released this May. A native Canadian, she began her writing journey twelve years ago when she joined the Romance Writers of America. Although she reads all genres, she prefers turning that final page with a smile on her face. She strives to give her readers the same satisfaction.
âAdmit it, you were scared when you first saw me, but when you
woke up, I was wearing the glasses. Your opinion changed. You thought
I was smart. Most people trust someone they perceive as intelligentâ¦and
âYou mean nerdy. You wear glasses so people think youâre smart. Why
is it you have to convince anyone of that?â
âIâll admit Iâm not a patient person. I donât want to have to continually
convince people I know what Iâm doing. Iâ¦I did a lot ofâ¦convincingâ¦
when I was a kid. I wonât do it again. You asked who I was earlier. Iâm a
Okay. âBut not a normal techy.â Normal techies didnât have underground
hidey-holes. âSo, what is it? Information officer for the military. Hacker
for the CIA. What?â Sheâd feel a lot better if she knew heâd gone through
some security clearance.
âYou watch too much TV.â
âI donât watch any television. Except for The Bachelor, and thatâs purely
for business.â That was her story and she was sticking to it. âAnd who else
but the government would fund a place like this?â
He sighed like a man not used to people questioning him. âI work for
an agency that specializes in search and recover. Every team member has
a role. Iâm the computer guy. Mostly, our job is to findâ¦things.â
âJudging from the hardware out there, Iâd say they donât hire you to
find their missing pet.â Of that she was certain.
âAnd isnât it the policeâs job to findâ¦things?â
âSometimes,â he said.
âYou with the police?â How much could she trust him?
âYouâre asking too many questions.â
âPut yourself in my shoes.â
He got up and went into the kitchen. âHow about some food? All you
had was soup, and I havenât eaten since this morning.â
Why didnât he want to answer her? âAvoiding my questions when youâre
stuck with me for who knows how long isnât going to work.â
âIâm not avoiding. Iâm hungry.â He opened a cupboard and pulled out
a large can. âChili? It says right on the can, fit for kings.â
âSure,â she said, more to stay agreeable than actually looking forward to
canned chili. She joined him. âYou donât work with the police. Do you work
against them?â Although even to herself that sounded like a stupid question,
because if he didâif what they did was illegalâhe wouldnât tell her.
Dares, Lies & Geminis
By Kat Alexander
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 29th, 2018
Two women, different as night and day.
Tristana likes to keep to herself, devotedly working all day so she doesnât think about all she is missing in life.
Seraphina, shrouded in mystery, hunts at night, surreptitiously looking for someone good, noble, and honest, while proving to herself they donât exist.
Two men who wonât succumb to failure.
After his brotherâs death, Peter spends his days trying to build a life as far away from the accusatory eyes of his hometown.
Nathan has a nightly obsessionâSeraphina.
The truth that everyone is afraid to whisper.
As Peter starts to chip away at Tristanaâs walls, one dare unknowingly releases something he thought he lost long ago.
And as Nathan moves in on Seraphina, one lie breaks apart the foundation of everything he thought he knew.
Meet the Geminis.
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This is a story that bares all. Itâs not just about me. It also includes Tristana, Peter, and Nathan. All our lives are entangled in a web of sorrow, deceit, despair, and love. Each strand is woven into a net that trapped all those around us, hurting many, ruining lives. Yet, new friends were made, new families forged.
There is always light in darkness, as there is always darkness where there is light.
I knew Tristanaâs story. She did not know mine. Even then, I donât think I know all of hers. Same could be said for Peter and Nathan. They certainly never knew everything.
This is a story about all the facets that drive human beings: vulnerability, courage, pain, love, hate, despair, family, friends, lovers, an opportunity.
This is a story about survival. About running from the nightmares humans are capable of inflicting on others. About running from the monsters out there who want to harm you, running from the monsters inside that you could become. Running from your past. Living with all the tools ingrained in your DNA. The need to survive, to adapt, to overcome.
This is a story. ~ Seraphina
About the Author:
Kat Alexander is a freelance editor for Indie authors. If sheâs not editing or working on her own stories, then sheâs a chauffeur for her busy children, or you can find her here:
Series: SEAL'ed #1
Author: Andi Jaxon & AJ Alexander
Genre: Contemporary/Military Romance
Logan has been running from a death bed promise for years, but he’s finally decided to face his fears and claim his forever. Now all he has to do is convince her to take another chance on love.
Katie buried her husband and made peace with never finding a love that strong again. But when a smooth talking cowboy asks her to dance, fireworks explode, leaving them both desperate for more.
However, their happiness is darkened by a secret – the secret of who he really is.
Raised all over the country, I'm a interesting mix of East Coast meets West Coast with a little bit of Southern thrown in, just for good measure. I married a sexy man in uniform who let me spawn and am now raising a mutinous army of hell raisers that I created myself, all while he defends our country. I drink too much coffee until it's late enough to drink too much wine and am sexually frustrated for your freedom. If you see me online, I'm probably sitting in a closet, hiding from my kids.
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Fluent in sarcasm, Supernatural, and song lyrics, I like talking to people and finding what makes them tick, though that probably has to do with the Psychology degree. I’m up before the sun because my kids don’t sleep, chugging tea and coffee to keep my eyes open and my brain semi functional. Being married to a man in uniform means I’ve lived a lot of places, survived seeing my husband for half the amount of time I’ve been married, and spent a lot of time raising my kids alone. I love to write messed up psychos with lots of angst, happily ever afters that have to be worked for. Women with sass and backbone, men with a twisted hero complex and the need to control are my favorite to read as well as write.
(Cinderella Necromancer #2)
by F.M. Boughan
Release Date: May 29, 2018
Purity cannot abide the darkness.
It’s been two years since Ellison defeated her stepsisters and sent her evil stepmother back into the Abyss.
Though she’s learning to control her dark magic and has spent time traveling with Prince William and bringing peace to the kingdom, one fact remains. She is a necromancer and he is a paladin of light. And so, the king refuses to give his blessing for them to marry.
To appease his father, William has begun to avoid her. But when even her younger brother Edward grows distant, Ellison learns her mother’s spirit has been visiting Edward in secret, threatening to overwhelm him with her own loneliness and longing. When Ellison accidentally touches her mother’s spirit, her tainted touch condemns her mother’s spirit to eternal damnation.
Ellison resolves to descend into hell to save her mother’s soul and bring her physical body back to the world of the living. William hopes this good deed will bring Ellison into favor and finally allow them to be wed.
But the journey through hell is fraught with peril. Temptations abound and the demons Ellison sent back to the Abyss are thirsty for revenge.
Evil cannot be defeated without sacrifice—but when that sacrifice means choosing between the ones Ellison loves and her very own life, how far is she willing to go to make her family whole again?
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If I Knew Then What I Know Now About Writing
You’ve already heard me ramble about this topic prior to the publication of my debut last September… so I don’t have anything new to add in that vein. Go back & read that post! Maybe the host of this blog will even be kind enough to link it here! ;)
So what I’ll talk to you about today instead is “if I knew then what I know now about writing… after publication.” Let’s discuss it in three bullet points!
Well, I stand by my statement. It does not get easier.
Here’s the thing a lot of pre-published writers don’t quite understand, and I speak from experience: Having a book published does not suddenly make you a Magical Dream Author who can wake up at the crack of dawn, sip your English Breakfast tea and munch a cranberry scone whilst Thinking Deep Thoughts, and then glide over to your laptop (or notebook) and effortlessly allow the words to slip from your mind and fingers onto the blank page.
I mean, maybe that’s what happens for some authors. I don’t know for sure. (If that’s you, teach me your secrets, please?!?!)
But honestly, the plain and basic fact is that if you’re a mess of a writer before publication… you’re still going to be a mess of a writer after publication. Maybe even worse, because now, you have the added pressure of another deadline and Actual Readers who are counting on you. Who you don’t want to disappoint. Again… speaking from experience here. o_O
You might have spent years writing book one, but now you have eight months to write book two (this varies, I’m just using this number to make a point). That means that if you spent occasional leisure time writing your novel, working on it here and there when you felt like it… you aren’t suddenly going to have all the time in the world to write the second book. You’re still the same person. You’ll still have to write your next book in those moments, but instead of being relaxed about it, you’ll need to be deliberate. Carve out the time instead of waiting for it to come to you or to “feel like writing.”
You can still be a mess if you want (listen, I’m not giving up my sweatpants and my kitchen will literally never be clean and my characters will never have emotions until the second draft and that’s the way I like it), but you have to be an intentional mess.
Sure, it’s hard. Writing after publication is, in my experience, actually much harder than writing before publication. But if the trade-off is Published Book versus No Published Book… I’ll take being a struggling mess any day.
Though I would like a cranberry scone if you have an extra, please?
About the Author:
F.M. Boughan is a bibliophile, a writer, and an unabashed parrot enthusiast. She can often be found writing in local coffee shops, namely because it’s hard to concentrate with a cat lying on the keyboard and a small, colorful parrot screaming into her ear. Her work is somewhat dark, somewhat violent, somewhat hopeful, and always contains a hint of magic.
Storm of the Gods
Title: Kenzie and the Guy Next Door
Author: R. Linda
Genre: NA Romance
Release: May 29, 2018
Publisher: Limitless Publishing
The last thing I expected was my ex-boyfriend showing up unannounced, demanding to see our son. The son whose existence he’d previously never bothered to acknowledge, leaving me a single mother at sixteen years old.
As if I’m not freaked out enough, I also have to deal with a loud, annoying new neighbour on top of it all.
Imagine my surprise when I discover my neighbour is none other than Jeremy, my best friend’s dangerously hot brother, who was recently released from prison.
I’m sure he’s a complication I definitely don’t need. But then he inserts himself effortlessly into my life, becoming my hero, my saviour, and someone my son can look up to, and I realize how much I actually need him.
But my ex isn’t backing off, making me wonder what he’s capable of—and how far Jeremy will go to keep us safe.
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This was a fun, sweet, and sexy read.
When I signed-up for the ARC, I didn’t know it was the fourth book in a series. And though it is, it reads well as a standalone.
I loved Kenzie’s “introduction” to her neighbor.
“Turn your goddamn music down. I have a child who is trying to sleep next door,” I growled at him.
Best opening ever! Lol! And this shows the kind of attitude Kenzie has throughout the book. Well, except when she was around Jeremy, the neighbor she so rudely spoke to like that, and her son.
There is some suspense in the book with Kenzie’s ex, her son’s father, showing up and being a total douche. I’m glad Linda didn’t take it as far as she could have. Instead, it seemed more realistic.
Oh, and Jeremy. That man was delicious. I could just her him call Kenzie “babe” in sexy voice with a little smirk that you would want to kiss instead of slap. I wish I had known that Kenzie knew about his past and why he spent eight years in prison before it is casually mentioned halfway through because, for half this book, I was thinking, “Yeah, he might be a victim of circumstances, but you don’t know that! And you’re letting a convict around your kid without batting an eyelash!” That was really my only complaint about the book. This was also before I realized it was part of a series. Not to mention Kenzie is best friends with Jeremy’s sister, so yeah, she would have known from the beginning. Well, unless Jeremy’s sister never discussed it.
Okay, I just got off track, having arguments in my head. Anyway, like I stated in the beginning, Kenzie and the Guy Next Door is a light read that is sweet and sexy. I would love to read more from this author and recommend this book to everyone. Or even the series. From what I read in this book, all the prior stories must have been very intriguing and sweet books. ?
R. Linda drinks wine and writes books.
A coffee addicted, tattoo enthusiastic fangirl with a slight obsession for a particular British boy band and solo artist, she is a writer of Contemporary YA/NA Romance and Suspense, sometimes dabbling in Paranormal as well.
Renee lives in Melbourne, Australia with her husband and two sons. When not writing she can often be found reading books to her children and cuddling up with them on the couch to watch their favourite movies.
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King Phillip Gregory Humbert Alcott knelt beside his favorite vintage Indian motorcycle, grease coating his hands, and wished he could stay there forever. Or better yet, finish fixing it up and then just ride off into the sunset. Unfortunately, the sun’s current angle in the mid-afternoon sky put the kibosh on that plan—not to mention the gaggle of women halfway down the drive, any one of whom he was supposed to marry.
Phillip loosened the rear axle nut with a grunt, putting more effort into it than was strictly necessary. A strand of his long blond hair swung loose and he pushed it aside with his forearm. Fixing up his motorcycles usually brought him peace, but lately, with his thirtieth birthday looming, there was hardly any peace for him in the whole of Danovar. According to his country’s law—not to mention his mother’s insistance—he was supposed to choose his queen by the time he turned thirty. And seeing as he’d managed to successfully ignore that law for the last twenty-nine years and nine months, now he had exactly three months left to pick a bride. His mother’s way of “helping” him achieve that goal was to gather all the eligible ladies for a weeks-long party at the Summer House, so that he might pick one to marry before the impending deadline.
The ladies had been arriving all day, and the group at the other end of the drive was among the last of the bunch. Dressed in their jewel-toned finery, they looked like a flock of peacocks, fluttering around and clucking amongst themselves while they assessed the Summer House with openly calculating gazes, not even noticing him kneeling there covered in oil and engine grease.
His mouth twisted. One of those oblivious women might well be his future wife.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to get married. In fact, he’d always been enamored with the idea of growing old with a woman he loved—but that was the problem. During this party he wasn’t so much picking a wife as he was choosing a queen, someone who was capable of ruling Danovar at his side. That meant he would never marry for love, and having seen his parents and grandparents live through loveless marriages, he knew it was nothing to look forward to. He wished there was a way for his duty and love to go hand in hand but it just wasn’t in the stars, and being king meant putting his country before his own desires.
He allowed the rear wheel to slide in the swingarm a bit, blowing out a breath and rolling his shoulders to try to get the tension out of his muscles as he returned to his bike. It wasn’t what he wanted that mattered, he reminded himself. It was what his people needed. And if his people needed one of these scheming peacocks to be his wife, then that’s what they would damn well get.
But that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy himself a bit first. Sneak off, spend a few hours on the road, just him and the sunset and the cherry-red bike roaring beneath him. Once he could manage to focus long enough to get the damn drive chain tightened, this beauty would ride like the wind. He’d be sure to get back in time to give the opening speech tonight, of course—shirking his duties was no way to start his search for a queen—but he just needed a little freedom, a little time to himself.
One last limo pulled in, carrying the final load of ladies who were here to vie for the royal engagement ring. Two women who looked like sisters climbed out and stared up at the Summer House, but at least they looked more like they were appreciating its beauty than calculating how much money the crystal chandeliers and extravagant stables were worth. These two were attractive enough, he supposed, and in other circumstances he might not have minded flirting with them. In fact, maybe he could simply pretend he was his brother Eric tonight—then he could flirt with anything in a dress and it could all be fun and games, rather than the official business of the crown.
The women’s servant was standing at the rear of the limo, efficiently unloading the designer luggage. Now with her, he’d love to do more than flirt. She was sexy as hell from behind, clad in a crisp outfit that screamed personal assistant. It also screamed I have a nice ass. Her golden hair was caught up in a bouncy ponytail, and the second he saw it he couldn’t stop thinking about what it would feel like to wrap those golden locks around his hand, tug her head back and angle her just right for a scorching-hot kiss, to run his other hand across those delicious curves and then down, down, down even further, until she was panting and trembling and neither of them could remember their own names.
He tightened the axle back in place and set his tools in their box, wiping his hands on a rag as he contemplated her. It had been a long time since a woman had affected him this strongly, this quickly—but judging from the efficient, completely un-self-conscious way she was juggling her bosses’ luggage, she had no idea she was drop-dead gorgeous. Her innocence was refreshing after all the stuffy gold-diggers he’d watched drive up, who he’d now have to spend the next few weeks courting.
He stood, dropped the rag, and straddled his bike. He’d just been thinking he needed an escape, and now he couldn’t conceive of a better one than shirking tonight’s duties to spend some quality time with the gorgeous creature in front of him. Usually his flings had to go through layers of security checks before he was alone with them, but he was feeling restless and reckless, and the beauty in front of him would be the perfect cure for that.
Decision made, he revved the engine.
Moonlight And Midtown
About The Series
“That’s why packs have Alphas,” says Knox. “You need to set her loose, and then, let her attack me.”
Every inch of my body goes on alert. “Attack you? Why?”
“Your wolf has been through a lot. Ritual fighting is how wolves work out their place in the pack. Your wolf needs a firm hand.”
I stare at my palm. “Firm hand?”
“I’m not talking about physical power here. I’m talking magic. My power is Alpha energy, but you’ve got your own magic. Once I subdue your wolf, I think you’ll get the idea.”
My head feels woozy. “Ritual combat? Really?”
“Yes. Release your wolf and attack me. Now.”
I hug my elbows. “I’m not sure. If I’m patient, my inner wolf might just calm down on her own.”
“That’s not how wolves work, even when they aren’t of the magical variety. And a werewolf? Our animals are far more intense. I’m your Alpha, and if I let this go on for one more minute, I’m putting you at risk.”
Something in his tone sets my nerves on edge. “Meaning?”
“Your wolf will go feral. When it happens, it’s fast and intense. Your wolf will take over and you’ll disappear.”
I suck in a shaky breath. “She wouldn’t.”
My wolf’s voice sounds in my head. “We will run! I demand we shift NOW!”
That manic tone to her voice is now higher than ever before. Every inch of my body trembles with the urge to shift. I reply to my wolf in my mind.
“Didn’t you hear what Knox said?” Normally, my wolf can’t help but listen in on most of my conversations. “Our mate thinks you’re going feral.”
“Mate?” The manic tone to her voice hikes up an octave. “We have no mate. All we have is the need to run.”
A chill runs up my spine. “You don’t remember our mate?”
“No mate! Run, now!”
My blood chills. No matter what happens, my wolf always knows her mate. In fact, my usual complaint is that she won’t shut up about him.
This is really happening. My wolf is going feral.
All of a sudden, it’s like I can’t pull in enough air. “You’re right. My inner wolf is losing her mind.”
“Hey, I won’t let that happen.” Knox rests his hands on my shoulders. “Breathe, Bry.”
It takes serious concentration, but I slow my racing pulse a little. “Okay.”
“Now, you need to set your wolf loose and trust me. Can you do that, yeah?”
“I can try.”
“Good.” Knox pulls off his dress shirt over his head and tosses it aside. “Set her loose.”
Normally, the urge to shift is a constant tug of war between me and my wolf. Most times, all it takes is for me to stop fighting the urge to shift. After that, I turn furry. So that’s what I do now—I drop my guard and let my wolf take over.
We are a group of authors,