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Title: Promise to Fulfill
Series: Music for the Heart #2
Author: Faith Starr
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 30, 2018
Trevor Stone, the smooth and sexy drummer of an alternative rock band, has his eyes set on the one woman he can’t have.
Dani Fine is keeping a past secret close to her heart.
Trevor’s promises to his bandmate and to Dani conflict with each other.
Is keeping a promise worth losing everything that is important to him?
Someone is bound to get hurt.
Dani POV:A silent stare down took place between the two of us.Screw this. “Excuse me.” I huffed in frustration and brushed past him. “Good night, Trevor.” His hand prevented me from taking another step forward. I snapped around to face him, annoyed he wanted to talk now. I had nothing to say to him, the experience I had witnessed several hours prior still too fresh in my mind to have a rational conversation with the man just yet. He stood frozen, shifting uncomfortably, remaining tongue-tied.“What is it, Trevor? I’m tired and want to go back to sleep.” I hated to sound so cold, but my heart hurt even though it had no right to.He went to speak, but stopped himself. Trevor POV: She plopped down next to me in one of the airport chairs and peeled away the wax paper around the muffin. She picked off a small piece and held it out to me. “Want a bite?” Yes, I do. But not of the muffin you’re holding in front of my mouth. I took a deep breath to get my bearings. I leaned forward and took it from her. My lips made contact with the soft skin of her fingers. Damn. Whoever thought eating a muffin and having a cup of tea wasn’t a turn-on had never been in my shoes. This shit was hot. I wasn’t referring to her tea either.
When I’m not managing my husband’s medical practice or taking care of things for one of my three kids, I love writing romance fiction.
There is absolutely nothing like getting into the minds of my characters, bringing them to life, and giving them a life of their own with all the emotions that go along with it. I am swept away, head over heels in love, with each and every alpha male I create and the confident women who steal their hearts.
Being a romantic at heart, with a bit of a dirty mind, I relish creating stories that touch upon readers’ heartstrings, provoke thought, and hopefully provide a bit of insight into some heavy topics.
Being married for over twenty-two years ─ holy cow, how time flies ─ I honestly believe in “Once Upon a Time” and “Happily Ever After” endings because I found mine. Aww, I know, so mushy. But that’s me, a softie with a big heart. A bit of a nut too.
Forever in Starlight
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Title: Book Boyfriend
Author: Dawn L. Chiletz
Genre: Contemporary Romance Standalone
Release Date: November 2, 2018
And in case you were wondering, book boyfriends aren’t real. I should know because I write them.
My name is Greer Hanson. I think I’ve lost my mojo. After having my heart broken, I can’t seem to write about romance or love. When my best friend and publisher recommends an inspiration vacation, I decide to give it a whirl. What’s the worst that could happen?
Enter the perfect stranger. Patrick Fisher knocks me off my feet with his rugged good looks and charm. After one night with him, the words begin to flow. Since I know I’ll never see him again, I use him as my muse. But what do I do when my fantasy comes to life and that man steps right out of the pages of my book?
Book Boyfriends can’t be real. At least, that’s what I keep telling myself. Am I willing to risk having my heart broken all over again?
Maybe this time reality will be better than fiction.
Dawn L. Chiletz resides in Illinois with her two amazing boys and three loving dogs. When she’s not binge writing or reading, you’ll most likely find her somewhere on social media making a sarcastic comment or watching animal reunion stories while she cries like a baby.
To find out more information, including her upcoming signings, please visit her website at:
http://www.dawnlchiletz.com
Title: Tuning It Out
Series: Young Spades #3
Author: Riley Long
Genre: M/M Romance
Release Date: October 31, 2018
Trick Thomas has it all: a great family, a tight-knit group of friends, and a promising future. Tired of the go-nowhere music scene in Boulder, Colorado, Trick and his up-and-coming indie rock band Young Spades are headed to California with dreams of making it big in L.A. and nothing is going to get in his way.
Noah Reed is inches from finishing graduate school, married to his high-school sweetheart, and gay. Even though theyâve both known for years, Noahâs wife Haley canât let go of their marriage as she tries to protect her ailing father. Convinced that he will never be able to live the life he knows he wants, a chance encounter at an art gallery leaves him with no choice but to try.
Trick showed up at Noahâs house a few minutes after seven. Heâd taken the worldâs fastest shower, and had gone through at least fifteen shirts before heâd settled on the right one. He went with the light blue sweater his mom had gotten him a couple of years ago. It was snug, and looked great with tight black jeans.
He stood on the front porch and rubbed his palms on his hips. He was already nervous, had been for hours, but the nerves intensified with each passing minute. He wasnât sure why he was so worried, exactly. He had totally been doing the hookup thing for years. Heâd had a few brief relationships with guys, friends-with-benefits, that kind of thing. Somehow, this felt different.
No. He had to keep reminding himself, he was moving soon, and Noah would be staying put. He wasnât going to get too caught up in this one.
It was at that moment that Trick realized heâd been standing on the stoop for an inappropriately long time without knocking. He raised his fist. Before he could make contact, Noahâs shape appeared through the decorative pane of glass in the door.
It swung open. Noah was smiling wide, showing off his straight, white teeth. He was wearing a tan, form-fitting thermal shirt that accentuated off his strong body, and his hair was damp.
âSorry, just got out of the shower.â
He moved aside and Trick stepped into the house, trying like hell not to think of Noah in the shower.
Trick looked around as Noah shut the door behind them. The house was small, the living room barely big enough for the oversized, well-worn couch and battered coffee table. The dated kitchen was just off of the living room, and beyond that, a narrow hallway with several closed doors. One of those had to be the bedroom.
Focus. Trick couldnât just obsess about sleeping with this guy. At least, not while they were on a date. The beginning of the date.
âI was going to cook, but my last session ran long. I hope takeoutâs okay?â
âYeah, sure, whateverâs fine. Iâm easy.â
âIâll hold you to that,â Noah said, winking, and disappeared into the kitchen.
Trick exhaled with relief. His entire face was flooded with heat. He wasnât sure why he was so self-conscious and shy around this one. Get a grip.
âWith Colby around, my mom has it hard enough planning meals, so Iâve learned not to be picky.â Trick followed Noah into the kitchen. âYou need a hand or anything?â
Noah looked up from his work plating big servings of pasta with tomato sauce. âNo, Iâm good. How old is Colby, anyway?â
âHeâs eight.â
Noah added what seemed like a half a loaf of bread to each plate. âWow. Thatâs a lot younger.â
âThirteen years.â
âMustâve been weird, being a teenager and suddenly having a baby brother around.â
Trick shrugged. âGuess so. Honestly, my parents let me move into the basement right before he was born, so itâs not like he was keeping me up at night or anything.â
âNice. You want anything to drink?â Noah opened the fridge. âIâve got water, lemonade, cheap beer.â
âUh, lemonade, actually. Thanks.â No need to get drunk on a first date.
Noah poured two glasses, then handed one to Trick along with an overloaded plate. âLetâs eat in the living room. I donât really have a âdining roomâ exactly, so I just eat at that little table.â
Trick nodded and led the way.
âSo that basement has been all yours for a long time, then.â
âIâm kind of a hermit, so I like it.â
âWell, youâre in a rock band. How much of a hermit can you be?â
Trick settled onto the couch, lowering his plate and glass to the table. âIndie rock.â
Noah gave him a look, dark eyebrows raised, head tilted to the side. Trick was momentarily distracted by Noahâs hair, which tumbled onto his forehead.
âThereâs a difference.â
âFair enough. The question stands.â
âI donât know. Itâs fun.â He took a bite of his pasta. The sauce was garlicky and sweet at the same time, and while it was delicious, he couldnât help but wonder if garlic was the best choice for a date-night meal.
âThatâs it, just because itâs fun? Then why move to L.A.? Why pursue stardom?â
Trick put his fork down. âIâm an artist. Itâs who I am. I like to create. Part of creating things for me is sharing them with people. Music has gotten me through a lot of shit. If I can do that for someone else, yâknow, itâs worth it.â He knew the answer wasnât the standard one everyone handed out, but it was the truth.
Noah was quiet. Trick noticed his hands again, broad and strong, but tonight, they had a little tremble when Noah moved.
âWhat?â
âNothing. That was just really honest.â
âYou expected me to lie?â
âNo, not at all. Thatâs not what I meant. I just figured youâd say something easy like, âmoney and fame.â Not that you wanted to help people.â
Trick felt self conscious, and shifted in his seat. Unsure of what to do next, he shrugged, and scooped a forkful of noodles into his mouth.
âSorry, I didnât mean to make things so serious.â
Trick shook his head. âItâs fine,â he mumbled, eyes on his plate, his mouth partially full. He swallowed and looked at Noah. âWhat about you? Working with kids with autism?â
âSame basic idea, really. I want to help kids who canât always help themselves.â
âCool.â
They both went back to their food, which was almost gone anyway. When they finished eating, Noah took the plates to the kitchen while Trick browsed through streaming services to find a movie. Noah returned with two small bowls.
âWhatâs that?â
âIce cream. Hope vanillaâs okay.â
Trick grinned. âItâs a good starting point.â
It was Noahâs turn to blush a little, and he cleared his throat. âAny good movies?â
âAction okay?â
âAlways.â Noah laughed.
Trick pressed play, and the movie began. Noah turned off the overhead light. Only the glow from the kitchen and TV remained. They watched and ate ice cream, but Trick wasnât really paying attention. He was focused on Noah, throwing sideways glances at him as often as he could get away with it. He caught Noah doing the same.
Trick took one last bite and placed his bowl on the table, then turned to Noah, one leg tucked underneath himself. Hesitating, he studied Noah for a moment, waiting for a cue. Noah swallowed, his Adamâs apple bobbing, and broke their eye contact, looking at his ice cream. Trick took Noahâs dish from his hands and sat it next to his own, then shifted a little closer to the other man. Noah ran his hands along the tops of his thighs, then reached toward Trick. Once again, Trick caught sight of the tremor in Noahâs hands.
That was all the encouragement Trick needed. He moved forward, planting one foot on the ground between Noahâs, and kneeling on the couch with the other leg. Noahâs hand slid up Trickâs thigh and onto his ass. Trick leaned in and pressed his mouth to Noahâs, lips parted, hands on his face, pulling Noah close.
Noah tasted cool and sweetâthe kiss was anything but. The scrape of Noahâs unshaven stubble on Trickâs face set a fire inside him, and he pressed forward. One of Noahâs hands clutched Trickâs ass, and the free one moved up to the waistband of Trickâs jeans fingers curling around the fabric, nails scratching Trickâs hip.
Trickâs cock strained against his jeans as they kissed, and when Noahâs hands loosened their grip, it was all Trick could do not to guide one of them to his groin. Almost as if Noah could read his mind, Noahâs hand rubbed over the erection as his deft fingers worked to free Trick.
Trick slid a hand up, into Noahâs hair, and tightened into a fist, tugging gently. Noahâs hands stilled, making Trick want to stop in protest, but he could wait a few more seconds. He released Noahâs mouth, and Noah gasped as Trick pulled his hair. It didnât sound like a protest, and in any case, Trick wasnât pulling hard enough to hurt, not really. He bent down and moved his lips and tongue from Noahâs earlobe to the soft spot under his jaw.
Noah gasped again, and he really didnât sound like he minded, so Trick scraped his teeth along the skin there. A little cry escaped Noah.
âYou okay?â Trick whispered against Noahâs damp jaw.
âGod, never better.â Noahâs hands began working again, until Trickâs jeans were unfastened, and Noah was shoving the denim down Trickâs hips.
Trick pulled back slightly. âAs much as Iâd like to do this right hereââ
âDonât tell me youâre leaving.â Noah wrapped a hand around Trickâs erection and it was all Trick could do not to gasp in relief.
Trick laughed once. âI just donât want to be naked in front of your door is all. Wouldnât want to scandalize the neighbors if they peeked in.â
âFuck âem.â Noah stroked his fist along Trickâs length.
âIâd rather fuck you.â
âIf you insist.â
Trick took a step back and reluctantly pulled up his jeans. âNow, show me where the bedroom is.â
Riley Long is a wife and mother living a quiet life in Virginia, with her husband, son, and very silly Pit Bull puppy. She passes her evenings writing, reading, and watching bad television (or not so bad television). For fun, Riley participates in NaNoWriMo, GISH, and reads with her book club, the BAMFs. She likes things with silly acronyms. The craziest thing Riley has ever done involves lots of butter and a time lapsed video.
“You can put that man in a suit, but he'll never be tame." One look at Jericho Forge and I knew the rumors were true. He was a predator, and he had set his sights on me. I knew better than to bet more than I could afford to lose that night. I knew better than to bet myself. But desperation leads to bad decisions, and I thought there was no way I could lose. I was wrong. Now I have no choice but to make a deal with the devil.PRE-ORDER NOWAMAZON US | AMAZON AU | AMAZON UK | AMAZON CA | APPLE BOOKS | B&NA New York Times, #1 Wall Street Journal, and USA Today bestselling author of over twenty novels, Meghan March has been known to wear camo face paint and tromp around in woods wearing mud-covered boots, 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. Sign up for Meghan's newsletter and receive exclusive content that she saves for her subscribers: http://meghanmarch.com/subscribe To get the inside scoop on a daily basis, search Meghan March's Runaway Readers on Facebook and join the fun. FACEBOOK | WEBSITE | INSTAGRAM | AMAZON AUTHOR PAGE | TWITTER | BOOKBUB
Title: Green: Black's Christmas Story
Series: Black #4
Author: T.L. Smith
Genre: Romance
Release Date: October 23, 2018
Things have changed, some things stay the same.
One thing I know for sure, is that no matter what.
Rose will forever be mine.
In this life and the next.
Even if break her wish, even if I break her heart.
Some things are hard to let go of.
Harder than I anticipated.
And that’s ok. I’ll just have to keep it a secret,
Even on her favourite holiday of the year.
I will keep it a secret.
Merry ‘Black’ Christmas.
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-- EXCERPT: It only took a few minutes before Fe was back and for Elliot to realize she had absolutely no clue how much he bench-pressed. She brought him the wrong size. In fact, she brought him shirts so small, he was pretty sure it would fit a juvenile boy. Elliot was a man, a six-foot-two, two-hundred-pound man, and there was no way these suckers were going to fit him. “Wrong size,” he said, throwing the shirts back over the door. “I need an extra-large.” He flexed his chest in front of the mirror to prove his point. Did she not see this? Did she not notice these weapons of mass destruction? The shirt came flying back over the stall, the hanger barely missing his head by a fraction. “You wear a medium. Put it on.” He opened the stall door, not caring he wore no shirt, and flashed her a free sample of the gun show. “Fe, come on? Are you serious?” She smirked a little, her dimple taunting him. “Your clothes are too big, Elli. That’s part of the problem.” He raised a brow. “This,” he argued, grabbing the shirt from its hanger, “won’t fit over my right bicep.” She laughed, in a way too amused sort of way, then came forward, took hold of the door handle, and closed it. “Put. It. On.” So, he did. And it wasn’t easy. It was sort of like squeezing a python into a hamster hole. But he put it on to appease her, opened the door, and found Fe, immediately covering her mouth to suppress laughter. She eyed him up and down, did the little twirl thing with her finger again, and he turned happily, because she was smiling again—and he’d do anything to make her smile. The shirt was white, almost see through because the fabric was pulled so taught, and the sleeves were wrapped around his arms like the casing of a sausage. When he made it full circle, he found her eyes locked on the band of skin right above his waistline. The shirt was a good four inches too short, leaving his belly button, and happy trail completely exposed. He didn’t even know if she was aware what she was looking at, because she seemed as though she was in a trance. But there was no mistaking it—she was staring right there, her hazel-green eyes, like a wheat field hanging on to the barest amount of spring, stuck just a fraction of an inch above his zipper. His mighty soldier inched toward a salute, and he turned toward the mirror. “I told you it wouldn’t fit,” he said gruffly, then closed his eyes and forcibly cleared his throat. God damn it! Why did this happening to him? At the worst possible time? He began saying Hail Mary’s in his head and tried to calm himself down. “I’ll go get you a large,” Fe whispered, closing the door quietly behind her. Good. He thought. Good.
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Title: Waiting For Autumn
Author: J.A. DeRouen
Genre: Contemporary Romance Release Date: October 25, 2018
“Race me for it.”
Four simple words. Five desolate years.
Sebastian Kelly believes he isn’t worthy of redemption, of a chance to right his wrongs. But an unexpected trip home, the place he dreads most, calls in question everything he’s come to believe. And who knows, he may find exactly what he’s been waiting for.
Autumn
One broken promise. Two pink lines.
Autumn Norris knew in an instant her life would never be the same. Years have flown by in a flurry of sparkles and dress up, and Autumn has refused to let the anchor of regret pull her under.
Until she lays eyes on Sebastian, and the wave of why, where, and how could you flood her every thought.
Old hurt and new betrayal twist first love into a reluctant partnership, and theirs may be a bond even pigtails and butterfly kisses can’t mend. But the past five years have felt like a lifetime, and Seb is willing to wait as long as it takes.
Because the truth is, he’s always been waiting for Autumn.
“This author again floors me. She brings together a Story about love, loss, and a forever that nobody can touch.” - Books and Bandanas “My Lord, this book was the most uplifting thing I’ve ever read.” - Little Red Reading Hood “...J.A. DeRouen's exquisitely beautiful writing to all of that and you have the makings of this 5-Star read…” - Bewitched Reader
J.A. Derouen lives in South Louisiana with her husband, son (aptly nicknamed "The Professor"), and her furry friend, Scout. She has a 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.
Title: Welcome Home Hero
Series: Holiday Love Series
Author: Marie Savage
Genre: Romance
Release Date: November 12, 2018 Cover Photography: Chantell Reid Photography Cover Design: T.E. Black Designs
Welcome to the fairy tale …
Olivia Kennedy was living the life she had always dreamed of. She had a lovely home in California that she shared with her adoring and successful husband and their two-year-old son. She couldn’t be happier, until the night fate intervened and crushed her fairy tale. A widow for over three years now, she is finding it hard to stay in the town where she has no husband, no job, no family, and no future. When an opportunity opens up, she realizes she must let go of fairy tales and face her reality.
Welcome to Clover, Alabama …
Starting over in the town she swore she would never return to, Olivia and her son Mason become Clover’s latest residents. As the new librarian, she hopes she can keep busy to fill the void of losing her husband, while raising her son closer to her supportive family. She is touched by how the town she once detested, now welcomes her into their loving arms and accepts her and Mason as their own. Things are looking up for them, especially when a hero returns home.
Welcome to falling in love …
Olivia can’t deny her attraction to Clover’s hometown hero, Lieutenant Colonel Thomas Sullivan. The Air Force pilot is not only handsome, but his sense of excitement and adventure sparks something in her that she had never felt before. She is also touched by the quick bond that has formed between Tom and Mason. Tom has made it clear to her that she is in his target range and nothing would make him happier than having both of them in his life. Olivia, however, is unsure about taking risks. It is her duty to protect her son, as well as guard her own heart. Does she have the courage to love again and allow the hometown hero to show her that her fairy tale is far from over?
Marie Savage is a self-published author who has a love for family, friendships, patriotic spirit, and hometown pride.
Born and raised in the Florida Panhandle, she has always had a love for reading and writing, with the romance genre being her obvious favorite. Her desire to expand her horizons, led her to join the United States Air Force and proudly serve her country for six years.
While stationed in Atwater California, she met her true love and together they have shared life's beautiful joys and tragic losses. After spending over half her life in the Central Valley of California, she has moved back home to the Wiregrass area, where her passion for writing first began.
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