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Title: Rules of Submission
Series: Fans of Football Series
Author: Leigh Lennon
Genre: Contemporary/BDSM
Release Date: January 11, 2019 Cover Design: Najla Qamber
Candace
My whole life I’ve been told I was good for one thing. I was the family pawn, a pretty face to do their bidding.
Then I met him, and I dared to see a future where he could make me whole again.
But Lang has a secret – one that excites me. Now, I only want to play by his rules. But in his future, he sees things I can’t physically give him.
Will he leave me like everyone else does?
Lang
Power and control—I demand it. I never had it as a kid, but now my life is arranged and ordered as I like.
Then she comes into my life; young and inexperienced, and willing to surrender.
I’m ready to give up everything for my sweet Candy. But she gives me all her power. I hold it in my hands.
 
   
Candace
A smile spreads along his face, “You’re the perfect submissive, you know what to do and when to do it.†He drops a kiss on my nose. “But I’d like you to call me Daddy. But in the club I’m sir. You got it?â€
This is a hard line for me. I don’t want to think of the two worthless daddy’s that have messed me up in my youth. As though he’s reading my mind, he starts, “I understand your hesitation, doll, but let me explain it to you this way. I’m the only Daddy in your life that matters. I’ll take away all the hurt and pain.â€
My eyes widen at his words, the thought he’s put in it. “Fuck, Lang, when you put it like that, how can I say no?†I lean back, still fascinated by what’s in his hands.
“Now that we have that settled, my naughty girl, this is one of your club outfits. It’s a little more sophisticated than some of the other ones will be.†I look at the leather dress, wondering what the others will look like. “Because we’re having dinner upstairs, we’ll dress a little more discreet, for tonight only.â€
With sleeves that come right below the elbows and a scoop neck, the dress does look more modest than most BDSM outfits I’d imagine would boast. It’s one hundred percent leather and will cling to me like a second skin. With strappy four-inch shoes in his hand, and black fishnet thigh-highs with a garter belt, I understand I’ll be going commando tonight.
 
  
 
Leigh Lennon is mother, veteran and a wife of a cancer survivor. Originally with a degree in education, she started writing as an outlet that has led to a deep passion. She lugs her computer with her as she crafts her next story. One could say she loves pretty nails, big earrings and spiky hair. She can be found drinking coffee or wine, depending on the time of the day.
        
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Title: Safe Rider
Series: A Lost Saxons Novel #2
Author: Jessica Ames
Genre: Contemporary MC Romance
Release Date: November 9, 2018
Cover Design: Kellie Dennis at Book Cover by Design
 “Excellent writing with a gut wrenching storyline.†~SpunkyNSassy “The Lost Saxons are quickly becoming one of my favorite re-reads.†~Amazon Reviewer  Rule #1 of getting life back on track: don’t fall for a biker…
A new life; a new start—that was what Liv needed after escaping her violent marriage. Moving to Kingsley was a chance to rebuild what was broken and show the world she wasn’t defeated by her past. No part of that plan involved falling in love with a biker.
Dean never expected to want the sweet woman living across the street. She’s not his type, yet he can’t stay away from her. When trouble follows Liv, he’s one step behind, ready to defend her because his time in the Lost Saxons Motorcycle Club has taught him two things: how to ride and how to protect what is his. And Liv is his—even if she doesn’t know it yet.
Chapter Two
Present day…
I'm unloading groceries from my car when I first see him. It's the roar of the engine that draws my attention. It's so obnoxiously loud in the quiet cul-de-sac that I can't stop my eyes from gravitating towards the sound. As I do, the mid-afternoon sunlight catches the chrome pipes, momentarily blinding me before the bike moves into the shadows of the trees lining the road.
I don't know a thing about motorcycles, but I can appreciate the beauty of it. It's a beast of a machine, with an emerald green fuel tank and pearl accents. It's a bike designed to catch attention, and it does. Even if it didn't, the man riding it would. To say he's imposing is an understatement.
With fascination—and a healthy dose of trepidation—I watch as he stops the bike in the driveway opposite my house and pulls off his helmet.
His head is covered in a thin layer of dark fuzz, which is at odds with the amount of hair covering his jaw, and every inch of skin not covered by clothes is inked. I'm more than certain his body is covered in even more artwork than I can see.
He isn’t classically handsome, nor is he the type I would usually find attractive, but there is something about him. Maybe it’s the bad boy vibe, or the confidence of his movements—I'm not sure. He's only wearing plain, boring, black jeans—nothing special—but they do fit him perfectly. The dark denim hangs in a way that accentuates his narrow hips and his tight bum. Beneath his leather vest he has on a loose, dark sweatshirt, the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. Looking at him, it’s like he rolled up out of hell to cause mayhem. Simon could never pull off that look, not in a million years. He is a trousers and button-up shirt kind of guy.
He's also a huge bastard—one that should not be entering my head at all.
My breath catches and all thoughts of Simon vanish as the biker turns and I get a full view of the back of his vest. There are two crossed swords dripping blood onto a skull wearing a helmet. This is macabre enough, but it's finished off with a T-cross piece over the skeletal nose and red, burning coals for eyes. The words 'Lost Saxons' are arced across the top of the garment, 'Kingsley' across the bottom.
He's not just a biker, he’s a biker.
I'm not a native to Kingsley, but I also don’t live under a rock; I know what the Lost Saxons Motorcycle Club is. They're well-known, even outside the former colliery town. If the newspapers are to be believed, they deal in drugs, weapons—anything that will give them a quick payout. They're criminals, a gang of men dedicated to living outside the confines of the law, and from the looks of it, I have one of their members living across the road from me.
And he definitely lives there because he's moving up the path towards the front door with a comfortable ease that only comes from being in your own space.
The bands around my chest loosen a little as he steps inside the house, the front door banging closed behind him, and once again peace and tranquillity return.
I’ve been in Kingsley for more than a year, but I’ve only been renting this property for the past three months. It’s the first time I’ve felt truly happy since I left Simon; the therapy, the breathing techniques, the finding something good in each part of the day is working and I finally feel as if I’m moving forward.
But now I have a biker living on my road.
Maybe I can move somewhere else…
Except, I signed a twelve-month tenancy agreement. Why? Because this house has a good square footage, is in a quiet part of Kingsley and was a bargain.
Now, I’m wondering if Mr Biker is the reason why the rent is so cheap.
I shake myself.
Firstly, for being so judgemental; I’m not usually. This is because so many people have judged me over the years and usually they come to the wrong conclusion. Secondly, because in the months I’ve lived here, this is the first time I’ve seen him. Clearly, he’s not a frequent visitor to the house.
I stare at the now-closed door and sigh. Maybe I should worry about my own problems and not who is living across the street from me. But I can’t help but feel concerned. I left my old life behind, reclaiming what was left of the woman I was before I met Simon. Even after all this time, I’m still trying to work out who this version of me is, but I figure she’s the kind of woman who would not care about the biker living across the street. I also figure she is the kind of woman who doesn’t get involved in other people’s business unless it becomes her business.
But he is a problem and he most definitely is my business, because he lives spitting distance from my front door. I don’t need the kind of trouble this man and his Club will bring. I need quiet, and I need safety. I don’t need the police camped on the front lawn.
Feeling irritated—and a little anxious—I reach into the boot of my car, gather up my shopping bags and heave them out with a grunt. Juggling my load, I fumble for the lid of the boot and manage to get it closed without dropping anything. This is a feat in itself, given how heavy these bags are. How much did I buy?
This is something I have struggled to get used to since I set out on my own: shopping for myself. I was so used to getting whatever Simon wanted, not what I wanted or needed that I now have a tendency to overindulge when I’m in the supermarket. I have to remember I’m on a budget and that I can’t afford a hundred pounds a week food bill. But the freedom to do as I please goes to my head more often than I would care to admit—even after all this time.
I barely take two steps before I feel something shift. Then, the weight of the bags changes as the plastic splits from handle to seam. Laden down as I am, I can do nothing but watch in seemingly slow motion as my milk carton hits the concrete at force, spraying white into the air like a geyser while the rest of the contents spill out onto the pavement, my apples rolling to settle in the gutter.
Well, shit.
I move to my car and carefully place the other bags in the boot before turning back to the carnage I have wrought. A white river of milk is free-flowing across the paving slabs and staining the grassy verge.
Shit, shit, shit.
I move to pick up the first fallen item—a ruffled looking lettuce—when a deep, gravelly voice says, "Do you need a hand?"
I jump practically out of my skin; I can't help it. It’s not a normal response and I know this, but I can't stop it. My flight response battles with my fight for dominance as I spin around. And my body, which has been conditioned to react over the years, tries to recoil. It takes everything I have to stand still as I let out a garbled yelp.
"Jesus!" I gasp out as I realise the voice belongs to my neighbour from across the street: the biker.
For a moment a tendril of fear works through me, but it winds back a notch when he doesn’t make any sudden movements. I put a hand to my sternum, trying to control my thrumming heartbeat, then drag in a shuddering breath as my counsellor’s voice sounds in the back of my mind: I am in control; I can keep myself safe.
And I can. I have been doing it for months now quite successfully.
For his part, Mr Biker looks contrite and slightly concerned, as if worried I may keel over. It is a possibility, given how much of a workout my respiratory system is getting, courtesy of him.
"You nearly gave me a coronary,†I snap, which is probably not the best idea, given the present company, but shock makes my mouth engage before my brain.
"Fuck," he mutters, as a tattooed hand runs over his buzzed head. My eyes of their own volition follow the movement and I have to drag my gaze back to his face. "I didn't mean to scare you."
“It’s okay,†I mutter.
This close up, I can see his eyes are pale, a blue so light it looks grey. He’s also wearing a ring through his left nostril that I shouldn’t like, but find I do. I don’t usually like piercings, nor do I like tattoos, but he pulls both off perfectly. Too perfectly, really. He’s nothing like Simon who was more at home in a suit rather than jeans and never left the house without ensuring his hair was perfectly styled. I doubt this man cares about that kind of thing; he’s dressed for comfort. He’s rough, hard, but there is something about him that I like—and I don’t even want to dissect that.
Boy, do I have bad taste in men? First Simon, now I’m lusting over a criminal. I should become celibate and join a nunnery.
But he is good looking, even under the bad boy appearance.
“Do you have another bag?â€
“What?†I pull my attention from scanning the thick scruff of beard covering his jaw. It’s verging on wild and this close to me, I can see it has copper-flecks among the brown.
“A bag: do you have another? To put the food in,†he clarifies, speaking slowly, as if I’m not with it—which I’m not. I’m rattled having him in my space, and not just because my hormones are standing to attention. The man belongs to one of the most notorious biker gangs in the country, and he’s also at least five inches taller than I am. He’s bulky, in an athletic way, rather than a steroid way, but that means nothing; Simon wasn’t built but he could still overpower me. That in itself is enough to make me wary, although I do everything not to show it.
He’s not going to hurt you.
Breathe it out, Olivia.
“Oh. Yeah.†I move back to the car and find a spare shopping tote tucked away. When I turn back to the biker and hand him the bag I do it with a lot more confidence than I feel.
He takes it without a word, opening it up and gestures for me to hold it for him. I do so without question. Why? I don't know. I should run into my house and hide because this man is dangerous. His leather vest with the skull on the back, the tattoos, the swagger: everything about him exudes just how dangerous he is. Except, he's standing on my driveway, helping me to collect the remains of my scattered shopping.
Are bikers supposed to be helpful?
I stand silently as he puts each item into the open tote bag, unsure what to say.
“Your milk is fucked,†he tells me unnecessarily because I can see that, “but the rest should be salvageable.â€
I stare at the river of white wending over the concrete. This means another trip to the supermarket, unless I can survive with black coffee for tonight.
“Crap,†I whisper.
He runs a hand over his beard, and I notice his tattoos span down his arms to the backs of his hands as well. His skin is covered with so many different designs that it’s difficult to take it all in, but I see he has the same insignia on the back of his leather vest tattooed on his left forearm. On his right wrist, just above the palm, the word ‘Karma’ is stamped. I don’t even want to think why he has that tattoo. What karma is he dealing out?
Realising I’m staring—again—I pull my gaze back to his face, but he doesn’t notice my gawking because he’s focused on the milk spillage.
“It’s only milk,†I say. “No use crying over it, right?â€
Then his lips quirk and I forget he’s a dangerous criminal because my mouth is suddenly dry. It softens his entire demeanour and I suddenly want to see him smile every day.
“I guess not. I have some in the house, if you need it.â€
I wonder when he was here to bring milk; this is definitely the first time I’ve seen signs of life at the house across the street.
“Do you want me to grab you some?†he continues.
As tempting as that is, I shake my head. “I think I’ll survive one evening without milk, but thank you.â€
This is debatable but I’m not keen on being indebted to this man—even if it is only milk. It’s a ridiculous thought but my brain is completely frazzled right now. At least this is the excuse I’m giving myself.
He hands me the newly filled bag and I take it with murmured thanks, trying not to react as his fingers brush over the back of my hand. I can’t deny the way that feels. There is electricity between us—at least on my part, although I swear I see a slight widening of his eyes at our touch. Perhaps I imagined it because it’s gone so fast I can’t be sure it was there in the first place.
He sniffs then clears his throat and my cardiac muscle gets another workout as it beats faster.
“You just moved in?â€
“Oh, yeah. Well, about three months ago.â€
He blinks and then his brow pulls together. “Shit, really? Three months?â€
I nod.
“I need to start coming to the house more.†He jerks a thumb in the direction of the property he disappeared into before. “I own number fifteen, but I spend most of my time at the clubhouse.â€
The clubhouse. With the dangerous bikers where he is a member. This sobers me completely and brings me out of my fantasy. It doesn’t matter how nice he’s being, how polite, I need to bring this to an end. I do not need his kind of drama in my already drama-filled life.
“Thank you for your help, but I should get the food inside before it spoils.â€
He studies me. Intently. I try not to squirm under that look. “I’ll help.â€
“Oh, there’s no need.â€
“I’ll help,†he repeats, as if I didn’t protest.
This annoys me, but I don’t have the chance to voice this because without invitation, he plucks the tote from my hands and reaches into the boot. He wraps a fist around the whole lot and pulls it out as if it weighs nothing, and without a word starts up the path to the front door.
My front door.
Crap!
I quickly reach for the boot, pulling the lid down and tug my handbag up my shoulder as I jog after him. His legs are longer than mine though and he eats up the space in a few steps. This means he’s waiting for me outside the porch when I reach him.
He lifts the bags slightly. “These are heavy, darlin’; do you want to open the door, so I can put them inside?â€
I really don’t. It’s one thing him carrying my bags from the car to my front door, but him being inside my house... I’m not sure I’m comfortable with that at all. But I don’t want to be rude and I don’t want to upset the potentially dangerous biker with the cute face and overinflated sense of chivalry either.
I hesitate too long because his smile fades and his jaw tightens. I see the anger flash in his eyes as he realises why I’m hesitating. Muscle memory is a powerful thing because my brain doesn’t register it’s not Simon; all it registers is the perceived danger. To my mortification, I recoil back as if he struck me. My life with Simon may feel like a decade ago, but that primal instinct to protect myself is still the first thing to switch on when I meet someone new—someone I don’t yet know is safe.
His eyes narrow further. It’s like watching a train wreck in slow motion, and I can do nothing to stop the destruction.
There is a moment of silence that seems to span an era. It’s so quiet all I can hear is my own ragged breathing and his huffing.
Finally, he speaks.
“Christ, you try to fucking help someone and this is how they thank you?†He grinds the words between clenched teeth. Then he snorts and shakes his head. Not too gently, he dumps the bags on the ground and leans into me. I pull away from him, my back hitting the side of the storm porch as he gets into my space, all six-foot-plus of him. I have to raise my chin to meet his gaze, and I wish I didn’t because he looks hurt beneath the anger and for some reason that doesn’t sit right with me.
“For the record, I was just going to take your bags inside for you. I usually leave the raping and murdering for the weekend.â€
He gives me the dirtiest look I’ve ever seen, turns on a booted heel and starts back up the path. I let my lungs finally reboot and draw in air when he reaches the end of the drive, and I’m filled with a new emotion. This one is abject embarrassment. He didn’t do anything wrong. All he did was try to be nice and I treated him like crap. Did I really think he was going to come into my house and hurt me?
I don’t know.
Old habits die hard.
Shit.
 
 
Jessica Ames was raised in a small market town in the Midlands, England. She lives with her crazy mongrel terrier and when she’s not writing she’s playing with crochet hooks. From the moment she was old enough to hold a pen she created fantastical stories and by the age of 17 had written her first full-length novel: a fantasy story about an exiled boy king. It was a cliched mess, but she realised she could, in fact, write and finish a book!
Knowing she needed to make money, she found work in the publishing world. Over the next decade, she honed her skills and worked hard to learn everything she could about writing. In January 2018, in a moment of insanity, she quit her job in magazine publishing to write books full time.
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Series: SEAL'ed #4
Author: Andi Jaxon and AJ Alexander
Genre: Contemporary/Military Romance
Release Date: October 28, 2018
 One wielded all the power, while the other was desperate to prove their worth.Layla Being the CEO of the most powerful tech company on the West Coast means I’ ve fought tooth and nail to climb the corporate ladder. I demand perfection and control over every aspect of my life. A business trip to Las Vegas leaves me with a 150 pound lap dog intent on pleasing me. The only problem is he may just run away with my heart. Danny I’ve always been more of a follower than a leader, so joining the military seemed like a good choice. Then I became a Navy Seal to gain some direction, but instead became the butt of everyone’s jokes. That is, until Aphrodite walked across the room in her cherry red Louboutin’s, shattering my world completely. Now the only person I intend to follow is her. Only time with tell which one will win when the roles are reversed. Authors’ Notes: This standalone novel contains situations of power play in which the heroine takes the lead. Are you ready for a strong woman to take control? 
  
 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.
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Title: Holeshot
Series: Nitro Crew Series Book 2
Author: Winter Travers
Genre: Contemporary Sports Romance
Release Date: September 29, 2018
   
 “HOLY SHOT! This book is amazing, I have been wanting Frankie's book for awhile now and it didn't disappoint. Are you into romance and or racing books?” - Goodreads Review“Brooks Did a Burnout on My Heart!!” - Goodreads Review“Hilarious chemistry from start to finish that you can’t help but fall in love with this dynamic pair!!!” - One Last Page Book Blog  Frankie Jensen works hard. She’s clawed her way up to become the car chief for the Cummings Racing pit crew, but none of that matters when her boss doesn’t even know her name. She refuses to let people take advantage of her. Quitting is her only option, but there was one thing she didn’t factor in.
Brooks Cummings always wins.
Whether it’s on the track or in life, Brooks knows what he wants, and he’s not afraid to fight for it. After a near miss with a wrench to the head, Brooks knows he should wash his hands of the rebellious car chief, but he can’t seem to let her go.
Racers strive for a holeshot on the track, but Brooks wants one when it comes to her. First over the finish line and first to Frankie’s heart.
 
 Winter Travers is a devoted wife, mother, and aunt turned author who was born and raised in Wisconsin. After a brief stint in South Carolina following her heart to chase the man who is now her hubby, they retreated back up North to the changing seasons, and the place they now call home.
Winter spends her days writing happily ever afters, and her nights zipping around on her forklift at work. She also has an addiction to anything MC related, her dog Thunder, and Mexican food! (Tamales!)
Winter loves to stay connected with her readers. Don’t hesitate to reach out and contact her.
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Title: Ball & Chain
Author: Laura Garner
Genre: Adult Contemporary Mystery/Romance
Release Date: August 30, 2018
When notorious PI Maddie Maxwell is hired to track down "the most boring woman in the world," she doesn't expect to find instead her own bad-boy ex, a string of dead bodies spanning a decade, and a neglected little girl who might change her life forever.
The challenging case of the missing Jane Blake leads Max through a maze of Catholic mysticism, crazy family dynamics, and some huge personal ups and downs. Has her ex really mended his ways, or is his supposed reform just another act? Did Jane really have visions of the Virgin Mary? And what's the story with the mysterious little Claire, who's taken a vow of silence until Jane returns?
Narrated in Max's blunt, unfiltered voice, "Ball & Chain" takes the reader through a whirlwind mystery full of faith, despair, love, hate, and -- ultimately -- hope.
 
 Hired to track down a missing woman, newbie PI Max finds her own bad-boy ex, a string of corpses spanning a decade, and a fierce little girl who steals her heart. 
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Title: One Stormy Night: a Kissing Frogs prequel
Author: Kim Deister
Genre: Contemporary/Historical/PNR/18+
Release Date: August 14, 2018
Cover Designer: Kennedy Kelly of Cover Crush Designs
 “... the plot was fresh, interesting, and kept me turning pages.” ~ A Book Nerd, A Bookseller, & Bibliophile “... entertaining and fun to read. Very enjoyable read!” ~Goodreads Review  Everything happens for a reason. Even a curse...
Finneas O'Malley is not a man built for love. He could never love a woman more than he loves the adventure and danger of a life at sea, the freedom to chase the wind wherever it takes him. The lure of a foreign land, the danger of a battle at sea, the exotic lasses he beds... how could any man turn away from that?
But when Finn wrongs Siofra, all of that changes. Curses. Magic. Centuries of being beholden to a vengeful fae who wants nothing more than to destroy him. Can he find a way to break the curse? Will he find the very thing he once scorned?
I was born and raised in a tiny town in the wilds of northern New York, a pretty, little college town called Potsdam. I grew up in a family of lawyers and teachers and bucked all the traditions. Before becoming a writer, I spent a lot of years wearing combat boots in the US Army. I spent most of my time in boots working as a Signals Intelligence Analyst (no jokes!) and a linguist. I also worked as a tech writer, an entirely different kind of writing, for Corning Glass Works. Now, I’m an Army wife and a mom to four sons. Over the years, our Army life has taken us all over the place and I have been lucky enough to work and live in some pretty amazing places. Now we live in Hawaii, just minutes from the beach!
I am a writer thoroughly in love with words. Reading them, writing them... I love that words can take you outside of your world and let the unimaginable become imaginable. When I’m not writing or lounging on the beach, I’m probably somewhere with my nose in a book.
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Title: Fight
Series: Fate Series #1
Author: Paige Hill
Genre: Contemporary Romantic Suspense
Release Date: June 1, 2018 Cover Design: Tracie Douglas, Dark Water Covers
 Fate has kicked my ass from day one.
My name is Teagan Langford and I grew up in the system. Just another child neglect case, crossing a cluttered desk. For a small window of time, I thought fate had taken mercy on me when the future District Attorney swept me off my feet. From the outside looking in, we have the perfect life together. The reality however, is my personal nightmare.
One violent night, fate forces me to make a choice and I must run to survive. With no money, food or place to live, I search for work where cash is king and questions won’t be asked.
Once again, fate drops me in the hands of a handsome bartender who wants to help me. But everyone has secrets. Ones that have the potential to destroy everything.
A fugitive on the run, one determined stalker, an undercover agent and a high profile family with a lot to lose. Suddenly, I find myself fighting for life, love and freedom.
"This is my moment. I am no longer that scared little girl, the forgotten teen, or the naïve young woman desperate for love. I am a fighter."
Paige typically spends her days surviving on copious amounts of coffee and fantasizing about the day she becomes a full-time writer. Because even Batman needs a day job, her morning hours are spent buying drugs (the legal kind), as a pharmacy purchasing coordinator for a growing health system. When she isn’t buying drugs, she’s dreaming up hot alphas and the strong women that test them.
Paige lives in eastern Oklahoma with her husband, daughter and two furry body pillows known as “dogs”.
Fun Fact: She is the pickiest eater you will ever meet and a firm believer that the real food groups are coffee, wine and Mexican food.
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Title: To New Beginnings
Author: Corinne Mazille
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: February 21, 2018
A one-night stand on an island getaway might just save three lost souls.
Beau needed to escape his grief after losing his best friend. Mia just had to get away after losing her job, her boyfriend, and her home all in one day. On an island, they met in a blazing, hot, one nightstand.
But back home, Beau was faced with the ultimate challenge--providing a home for his best friend's orphaned little girl. Only he can't do it alone, he needs a wife to make that happen. Could the gorgeous redhead he'd left behind in the tropics possibly be the answer?
A hot fling, between two strangers.
A little girl, who suddenly needs a home.
A grieving friend, who suddenly needs a wife.
 Corinne was born and raised in Melbourne Australia, where she currently resides with her own family.
After her first daughter was born she found her love for books all over again. Fast forward a few years and her obsession grew, turning into a love of writing.
Her debut novel releases February this year and hopes that you will all fall in love with Mia and Beau as much as she loved writing about them.
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Title: Neesa: The Original Reality Series #1
Author: Dina Haynes
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 25, 2018
Deanna from Indie Wish List - "Loved it! Neesa and Ben have amazing chemistry which makes for some steamy scenes which paired nicely with the intriguing storyline that kept me guessing what would happen next. This was my first Dina Haynes book but it won't be my last!"
It’s been three years since my last breakup and it was a doozy. I don't want to embarrass myself, but I’ll be honest. I was stupid. And blind. I suffered a nervous breakdown and thus reset my standards for perfection. I can’t afford to make the same mistake again.
Enter Reuben. I like him. He likes me. He has stalker tendencies. Strike one. By his own admission, he’s a player of women. Strike two. Plus, I’ve seen his jealous side. That’s three strikes, but I can’t. Stop. Myself. When his broken soul whispers to my broken heart, a new language is born.
This Netflix-and-chill era is made for guys like Reuben. Hired to investigate Neesa, he stumbles upon an unpicked flower in a city full of them, and he’s relished more than his fill. All of them empty encounters that left him jonesing for his next fix.
Not with Neesa. The more she resists his charms, the more he fights to earn her love. But, first, he’ll have to confess a secret. One with consequences dire enough to shatter his world. And hers.
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Review:
Loved it! Neesa and Ben have amazing chemistry which makes for some steamy scenes which paired nicely with the intriguing storyline that kept me guessing what would happen next. This was my first Dina Haynes book but it won't be my last! Seriously I enjoyed this SO much! It was a fun read but not light and fluffy. The characters were relatable and real, it was easy to read and feel like you were in the story yourself. I hate reviews that give a breakdown of the entire book, I try really hard to not do that, so suffice it to say that I was really feeling the chemistry between Ben and Neesa...there is a hot little scene in a laundry room-WHEW! Add this to your to-be read list now, you won't regret it! I'm going to look up Dina Haynes and get busy on her previous releases, can't believe I've been missing out on her! 5 STARS!!!  Dina Haynes cheated on her lackluster acting career in favor of doing more "character" work and has been writing contemporary and paranormal romance ever since. She lives in the bustling city of Los Angeles where potential characters pop off the streets and land in her pages. Follow her on social media—she likes it—via FaceBook, Instagram, Twitter, and Goodreads. And visit her website, dinahaynes.com.
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