“Absolute
Christmas magic. If Hallmark doesn’t make this movie I may go on Christmas
movie strike!” #1 New York Times bestselling author
Rachel Van Dyken
Holidate, an all-new standalone contemporary
holiday romance by New York Times and USA Today bestselling
author Monica Murphy is LIVE!
Candice Gaines loves Christmas. Not only does she bask in the twinkling lights,
sing Christmas carols and go crazy with the decorations, she’s also in the
giving spirit, donating much of her time and wealth to various charities in the
local area.
Charlie Sullivan despises Christmas. Though it keeps his family afloat, considering
they own Sullivan Family Christmas Tree Farm, the main provider for Christmas
trees on the Monterey peninsula. He’d much rather work among the trees versus
have to deal with people.
But Charlie’s parents are taking on more
philanthropic projects—and as their oldest child, they want him to be their
official public representative. He just has to play nice and convince everyone
he’s not a total holiday hater.
When Charlie’s mom asks Candice to
accompany him to a variety of holiday parties and events, she reluctantly
agrees. She thinks Charlie is a big ol’ Grinch, but is determined to change his
mindset and help him spread Christmas cheer. Charlie finds Candice too chatty,
too sweet, too much. Do people like
her really exist?
Why yes, yes they do. The more time they
spend together—along with a few kisses under the mistletoe—the more they start
to like each other. Hopefully Charlie can convince Candice he doesn’t have a
heart that’s two sizes too small before the ball drops on New Year’s Eve.
Monica
Murphy is the New York Times, USA Today and #1 international bestselling author
of the One Week Girlfriend series, the Billionaire Bachelors and The Rules
series. Her books have been translated in almost a dozen languages and has sold
over one million copies worldwide. She is both self-published and published by
Random House/Bantam and HarperCollins/Avon. She writes new adult, young adult
and contemporary romance.
She
is a wife and a mother of three who lives in central California on fourteen
acres in the middle of nowhere along with their one dog and too many cats. A
self-confessed workaholic, when she’s not writing, she’s reading or hanging out
with her husband and kids. She’s a firm believer in happy endings, though she
will admit to putting her characters through angst-filled moments before they
finally get that hard won HEA.
Two single parents and three adorable kids are about to have a summer they’ll never forget in this sexy, heartwarming new novel of the New York Times bestselling series.
Following the sudden death of his wife, Nathan Bell has spent nearly two years burying himself in work and neglecting his biggest responsibility: his daughter. Overcome with guilt, he wants to connect with little Marley, but he doesn’t know how to do it alone. And then Jenna Savage throws him a lifeline. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
A single mom of twins, Jenna is more than capable of taking care of Nate’s adorable two-year-old, and wants to help Nathan however she can. Soon, attachments are made, forcing Jenna and her kids into new territory. And the closer everyone becomes, the more right it feels. ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Falling in love forces Nathan to face his biggest fear, and when hearts, both big and little, are on the line, the only thing scarier than needing someone is losing them all.
J. Daniels is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Alabama Summer, Dirty Deeds and Sweet Addiction series.
Best known for her sexy, small-town romances, her debut novel, Sweet Addiction, was first published in 2014 and went on to become an international bestseller. Since then, she has published more than ten novels, including the Dirty Deeds series with Forever Romance.
Daniels grew up in Baltimore and currently lives in Maryland with her husband and two kids. A former full-time Radiologic Technologist, she began writing romance after college and quickly discovered a passion for it. You’ll still catch her in scrubs every now and then, but most of her time is spent writing these days—a career she is eternally grateful for.
Always an avid reader, Daniels enjoys books of all kinds, but favors Romance (of course) and Fantasy. She loves hiking, traveling, going to the mountains for the weekend, and spending time with her family.
Odds-Are-Good Series Book 1 By Katy Regnery Release Day – OCT 8
** This will be a full length novel**
A single Dad. A personal ad. What could possibly go wrong?
When Seattle journalist, Amanda McKendrick, pitches a new story about the increase of bear attacks in Sitka, her newspaper sends her north for two weeks. While there, she answers the personal ad of single dad, Luke Kingston, looking for a little no-strings-attached fun to pass the time.
But the sweet, widowered father of three—who just happens to be a smokin’ hot state trooper—turns out to be a lot more than Amanda bargained for. As the days go by, she wonders if it’ll be possible to return to Seattle without leaving her heart behind.
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.
“Another brilliantly written winner. Do yourself a favor and pick this one up, you will not regret it.” —Kate Stewart, USA Today bestselling author
Perfectly Adequate, an all-new must-read romantic comedy from Jewel E. Ann, is available now!
Dr. Elijah Hawkins needs … something.
After his wife jumps headfirst into a midlife crisis, he’s left with his young son, Roman, and a lot of unanswered questions.
That something turns out to be a someone—Dorothy Mayhem, nursing student, patient transporter, reckless driver, and emu owner.
Dorothy studies humans, the neurotypical kind, through books and television. Then she emulates their behavioral patterns to fit in with her peers.
But nothing can prepare her for Dr. Elijah Hawkins.
Single dad.
Brilliant pediatric oncologist.
And the sexiest doctor at the hospital.
When his failed attempts at asking her out turn into a string of playdates with his son, Dorothy finds herself unexpectedly enamored with the boy and his father.
And that’s a problem, a huge one, because Elijah’s ex-wife is a famous plastic surgeon—and Dorothy’s idol.
Perfectly Adequate is a beautiful, hilarious, and heart-felt journey along the “human” spectrum.
Download your copy today or read FREE in Kindle Unlimited!
Jewel is a free-spirited romance junkie with a quirky sense of humor.
With 10 years of flossing lectures under her belt, she took early retirement from her dental hygiene career to stay home with her three awesome boys and manage the family business.
After her best friend of nearly 30 years suggested a few books from the Contemporary Romance genre, Jewel was hooked. Devouring two and three books a week but still craving more, she decided to practice sustainable reading, AKA writing.
When she’s not donning her cape and saving the planet one tree at a time, she enjoys yoga with friends, good food with family, rock climbing with her kids, watching How I Met Your Mother reruns, and of course…heart-wrenching, tear-jerking, panty-scorching novels.
They call her America’s Sweetheart. And me? I’m the so-called “inked god” she dumped on TV.
I’ve tried to forget her. I’ve tried to move on.
Until I discover that her family is opening a new restaurant next to my tattoo parlor.
If I were a gentleman, I’d offer my congratulations and go my own way. If I were a gentleman, I’d let her be… but I’m not.
Savannah Rose may claim I’m nothing more than a friend, but that slight hitch in her breath whenever I get too close says that America’s sweetheart is nothing but a liar.
All it takes is one scorching kiss, and I vow in her ear: “You’re going to beg. Beg me to touch you, beg me to give you more, and if you’re real good, maybe I’ll do it all over again before you have to beg for that too.”
I’m no gentleman. But Savannah Rose? She’s no one’s sweetheart but mine.
Love Me Tomorrow is the third book in the highly anticipated series, Put A Ring On It, and can be read as a complete standalone.
MY REVIEW
* * I HAD BEEN GIVEN AN ADVANCE READERS COPY IN EXCHANGE FOR MY HONEST REVIEW * *
I can’t even!! The sweet twists the subtle turns and all the sweet swoon worthy things that don’t come out of Owens mouth makes me want to trade in my sweet straight laced nerdy hubby. And I would then get the dark brooding hard to sometimes read tattoo artist..
(Oh wait I have one of those in the female form of my bestest friend! )She is a tattoo artist and has been for just over 20 year… Talking to her about tattooing and the closeness you feel to those you care about when they want to wear your art on their body.
That scene made the book for me. Its so sweet and sassy, and funny with the antichrist who has a change of heart later on. A Rom com book i could read again and again.
And me? I’m the so-called “inked god” she dumped on TV.
I’ve tried to forget her. I’ve tried to move on.
Until I discover that her family is opening a new restaurant next to my tattoo parlor.
If I were a gentleman, I’d offer my congratulations and go my own way.
If I were a gentleman, I’d let her be . . . but I’m not.
Savannah Rose may claim I’m nothing more than a friend, but that slight hitch in her breath whenever I get too close says that America’s sweetheart is nothing but a liar.
All it takes is one scorching kiss, and I vow in her ear: “You’re going to beg, Savannah. Beg me to touch you, beg me to give you more, and if you’re real good, maybe I’ll do it all over again before you have to beg for that too.”
I’m no gentleman.
But Savannah Rose? She’s no one’s sweetheart but mine.
Maria Luis is the author of sexy contemporary romances, though she may or may not have a few historical romances hiding in the cobwebs of her computer.
When she’s not writing about strong men and the sassy women who sweep them off their feet, Maria is a historian who specializes in medieval England and 19th century New Orleans. What do the two eras have in common, you ask? Not much, except for disease, scandalous activities and crime–Maria’s favorite topics.
Maria lives in New Orleans with her better half, where she can generally be found hiking with her two dogs, Zeus and Athena, kayaking in Louisiana’s inter-coastal waterways, or curled up on the couch with a good book.
When Stacey Lynn isn’t conquering mountains of laundry and fighting a war against dust bunnies and cracker crumbs, you can find her playing with her children, curled up on the couch with a good book, or behind closed doors, imagining the next adventures she’ll soon write.
She lives off her daily pot of coffee, can only write with a bowlful of Skittles nearby, and has been in love with romance novels since before she could drive herself to the library.
Stacey Lynn lives with her husband and children in North Carolina.
If you would like to know more about Stacey Lynn, follow her here: Facebook: www.facebook.com/staceylynnbooks
Today we have the fantastic new release–Ember Leigh’s MAKE
ME FALL! Check it out and be sure to grab your copy today!
There’s one rule in
my family.
Stay away from the
Daly brothers.
We were raised to know them as
users. Manipulators. But I only ever saw Connor as the enigmatic senior hottie
who dropped into fifth period to teach us about the perils of drunk driving.
So when my first big girl job out of
college ends up with us working at the same company, it’s heart throb city all
over again. Except he’s way ahead of the game. Successful, talented, put
together. I’m just a frumpy twenty-something in a quarter life crisis who
doesn’t know a glue stick from a makeup highlighter.
He would never want me, even though
he’s all I ever wanted in secret. So when we cross paths one night at the bar
and one drink leads to another, he slaps me with an offer I can’t refuse.
Accompany him back to Bayshore,
flight included.
Only stipulation? Pose as his
girlfriend.
Our families will flip, but I’m not
strong enough to say no to those baby blues, especially if it means I’ll have a
chance to spend the next two weeks with my adolescent heart throb.
We
make it through dinner alive, even though my parents acted as if she wasn’t
there the entire time. I probably need to up her compensation for agreeing to
this. Even I couldn’t have predicted this brutally frigid reception. I thought
Dad would put on a forced friendly front and complain viciously to Mom behind
closed doors, like any normal American.
Once dinner is over and my brothers have
completed their jousting match over who gets which bedroom, I am feeling far
superior, since I have been the most laidback about the bedroom thing. I
grin my way up the staircase, Kinsley trailing behind me. We head for the last
bedroom, which has a sunrise-facing window I’ve always particularly liked. I
push open the door, and the cozy guest bedroom greets us.
In
front of us, the plush queen-size bed is neatly made, the head of the white
comforter pulled back. Beckoning us into its comfort.
Something
is off, but I can’t tell what.
Kinsley
speaks. “I thought you said there were two twin beds?”
Shit.
That’s
what it is. I roll our luggage into the bedroom and shut the door.
“There
were.” I frown. “In my old room.”
She’s
gnawing at the inside of her lip, glancing between me and the bed.
“Will
this be okay?” I ask, suddenly worried I’ve overstepped our tenuous boundaries.
Clutching her hand in a vice grip for the duration of dinner? Fine. But sharing
a bed, even platonically? This could be the deal breaker. “I can sleep on top
of the covers, if you want, or bring a sleeping bag—”
“It’ll
be fine.” She waves her hand dismissively and heads for the bed. “I wouldn’t
want you to sleep on the floor on my account.”
I
smirk, unable to pass up the chance for a joke. “I didn’t mean I would
be sleeping on the floor.”
She
narrows her eyes, a laugh bursting out of her. “I can’t imagine you’d drag me
two thousand miles for that encounter with your parents and make me
sleep on the floor.”
My
laughter turns into a sigh. “Sorry about that. I didn’t think it would be that
bad. Honestly.”
She
shrugs again, picking at something on the comforter. “I know our parents always
had issues. I just didn’t think it would make them act like that.”
I
ease onto the bed next to her, even though I could have sat anywhere else in
the room: the other side of the bed, in the chair facing the bathroom, or hell,
even on the gray berber carpet. But being near Kinsley has already burrowed in
like a habit. Even though no eyes are watching us. “Do you think your parents
would act the same?”
“I
don’t know. Maybe. It’s weird to think that we’re being the adults here.”
Regret
crashes through me. Am I being the adult here? My reasons for bringing
Kinsley are hardly noble. Sure, I bought her plane ticket. But also, I needed
her presence to get back at a small handful of people. And that seems like the
opposite of mature.
“Listen.
We’re gonna have a great time,” I say, channeling my hopes into words. “My
parents will loosen up. But we won’t even be here much. We can go do whatever
we want. This is vacay, baby.”
She
sends me a curious glance. “Whatever we want, huh?”
I
can’t help it. My mind goes straight to sex. I’m 100 percent man and 50 percent
beast. Which makes for some sort of mathematically impossible species. My gaze
drops to her lips. God, she’s got great lips. Maybe we can slightly expand the
list of Bayshore-relationship activities.
“Absolutely.”
The side of my body closest to hers is getting hot from curiosity. She’s not my
type—not even a little. But I’m still wondering what it might be like to go
there with her.
“You
know I brought twenty books with me, right?” she says. And like that, the fire
under my skin goes out. Not because books aren’t sexy—trust me, they are—but
because I realize she wasn’t heading down the same kiss-curious path I was. She
meant books. Because she is not a man beast who would already have her
half undressed if she’d allow it.
“Like
I said.” I push to my feet. More distance is probably wise. Sitting that close
to her is messing with my head. “We’re creating this vacay. And if that
includes starting your own book club, so be it.”
She
smiles up at me, and there is something so pure and innocent in her gaze that
my breath catches. The sunlight filtering into the room catches on her hair,
highlighting the strawberry undertones there. Between her glistening braid and
her sweet smiles, I decide in that moment that she is the definition of a
sunbeam.
A
sunbeam with slightly-too-large ears.
I
already know that Kinsley is my humor and mental equal after one sad night at
the bar and an entire day of travel together. She can lob a joke as far as I
can. And I’m realizing that although we’re just pretending here in Bayshore, I
actually want to spend time with her.
About Ember Leigh:
Ember Leigh has been writing erotic romance novels since she was far too young. A native of northern Ohio, she currently resides near Lake Erie with her Argentinean husband, where they run an Argentinian-American food truck. In addition to romance novels, Ember also writes travel memoirs and occasionally updates a couple of blogs. In her free time, she practices Ashtanga yoga, hops around the world, and eats lots of vegetables.
“Rival families. Deep secrets. Exact opposites who can’t help but cross all the lines. Neat will leave you thirsty for more Becker Brothers!” — bestselling author Staci Hart
Neat, an all-new standalone contemporary romance by Kandi Steiner is LIVE!
My life is over.
I swore I would never work at the whiskey distillery with my last name on it, that I would never be a part of my father’s legacy. But when I graduated with my art degree and realized there were no jobs, the devil appeared, and I sold my soul, agreeing to work in the family business if he’d give me the art studioI’d always dreamed of.
It can’t be that bad, I thought.
Until I realized my new boss was Logan Becker.
The Becker brothers have a reputation for being trouble, and since I love trouble, it’s no surprise to me that I’m infatuated by that forbidden fruit the first day I walk into the distillery. That lean, whiskey-eyed, too-hot-for-his-own-good man hates me — and I can’t blame him. His family has been at war with mine for decades, and for good reason.
The Beckers and the Scooters are the Montagues and Capulets of Stratford, Tennessee.
But if he’s Romeo, and I’m Juliet? Well… we all know how that story ends — and for that reason, I tell myself to steer clear.
Because if my father finds out I’m falling for Logan Becker, my life actually will be over.
And Logan’s will be, too.
Neat is a stand-alone book in the Becker Brothers Series.
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“So… I guess we should just be…” Logan swallowed. “Friends?”
The way he asked it, the way his eyebrows bent together, his lips flattening — I knew it was a hollow offer.
I nodded. “Sure. Of course.” A smile that felt like a wave of nausea found my lips. “Friends.”
Logan watched me, and I watched him, both of us waiting for something more. It seemed like there were a million unborn words between us, floating in the air, waiting for us to reach out and grab them and bring them to life. When a long moment of silence had passed, Logan bit the inside of his cheek, picking up his highlighter he’d abandoned on the desk when I’d walked in like he was ready to get back to work.
“But,” I said, and his eyes snapped to mine, the highlighter frozen over the page. “I mean… there’s another option, isn’t there?”
Logan dropped the highlighter, leaning back again. “There is?”
“I’m just saying,” I said, voice shakier than I wanted it to be in that moment. I took a sip of my coffee, shrugging. “What if we kept things low key… casual… just between us?” My eyes found his again. “It is what it is, and it’s not what it’s not. Right? No need for anyone to know.”
“Low key,” Logan repeated, like he was tasting the words, checking them for poison with his tongue. “So, friends… with benefits.”
I snorted. “If you want to be twenty-one about it, sure.”
Logan nodded, over and over, just a slight movement of his chin up and down as he considered it. I watched him as he stood, and I expected him to start pacing the office, but instead, he crossed it, closing his door and turning to face me.
His eyes swept over me, sparking a fire low in my stomach.
He wet his lips.
He took a step.
And then I was out of my chair, meeting him in the middle, the two of us crashing together like magnets.
His hands weaved into my hair when he captured my mouth with his own, both of us sighing on an inhale, moaning on the exhale, leaning into each other like we could somehow melt together completely. All the electricity I’d felt that night came back like a tidal wave, and I surrendered to the waves, letting them drown me. I wanted him to fill my lungs, to conquer every breath, to imprison me.
It was a kiss that told me we were both lying. We both wanted more.
But if it was a choice between this, or nothing at all?
There wasn’t a decision to make — not where I was concerned. It had already been made for us, without either of us having a say, without either of us having an ounce of control to throw this story in another direction.
We were inevitable, me and him.
And maybe we knew it from the start.
Logan backed me up to the desk, and when my ass hit it, I hiked both legs up, wrapping them around his waist and squeezing. He hissed, sucking my bottom lip between his teeth and releasing it with a pop, his hips rolling against mine. I broke the kiss to let out a gasp, and his mouth was on my neck in an instant, sucking and biting, my eyes rolling back at the contact.
He paused with his lips by my ear, breathing heavy. “I think this could work for me,” he whispered, running his tongue over my ear lobe. “This… friends agreement.” His hands squeezed where they held my hips, and the familiar pressure sent flashes of Saturday night barreling through my memory. I gasped, mouth still hanging open when he kissed my neck over to the opposite ear to whisper again. “What do you think?”
Against the voice inside me warning me not to, I ran my fingers through his hair, gripping those dark strands and pulling his lips back to mine.
That kiss was an answer.
That kiss was a lie.
And distantly, I realized that kiss might be the biggest mistake of my life.
About Kandi:
Kandi Steiner is a bestselling author and whiskey connoisseur living in Tampa, FL. Best known for writing “emotional rollercoaster” stories, she loves bringing flawed characters to life and writing about real, raw romance — in all its forms. No two Kandi Steiner books are the same, and if you’re a lover of angsty, emotional, and inspirational reads, she’s your gal.
An alumna of the University of Central Florida, Kandi graduated with a double major in Creative Writing and Advertising/PR with a minor in Women’s Studies. She started writing back in the 4th grade after reading the first Harry Potter installment. In 6th grade, she wrote and edited her own newspaper and distributed to her classmates. Eventually, the principal caught on and the newspaper was quickly halted, though Kandi tried fighting for her “freedom of press.” She took particular interest in writing romance after college, as she has always been a diehard hopeless romantic, and likes to highlight all the challenges of love as well as the triumphs.
When Kandi isn’t writing, you can find her reading books of all kinds, talking with her extremely vocal cat, and spending time with her friends and family. She enjoys live music, traveling, anything heavy in carbs, beach days, movie marathons, craft beer, and sweet wine — not necessarily in that order.
Kandi Steiner may be coming to a city near you! Check out her “events” tab to see all the signings she’s attending in the near future: http://www.kandisteiner.com/events
“This
book was like the best sort of dessert. I. Am. Addicted.” – #1NYT
bestselling author Rachel Van Dyken
Fake Date, an all-new standalone
contemporary romance by New York Times
and USA Today bestselling author Monica Murphy is LIVE!
Working at Bliss Lingerie,
Sarah Harrison deals with all sorts of—interesting
clientele. Yet no one sparks her interest more than Jared Gaines, the
ultra-rich, ultra-sexy businessman who frequents her shop, buying delicate
little “gifts” for the women in his life.
But one day, Jared sends her a gift from Bliss. Then another—and
another. So when Sarah walks into his office demanding to know why he can’t
stop sending her gifts, he makes her an offer she somehow can’t refuse: be his
fake girlfriend for the weekend while attending his brother’s engagement party.
Next thing Sarah knows, she’s
in San Francisco, pretending to be in love with Jared. Not that it’s a
hardship. Once you get the man away from the office, he’s much more relaxed.
Sweet. Funny. Even…thoughtful? Oh, and sexier than ever, of course.
Their pretend relationship
feels very real, very quickly. Soon Sarah’s in over her head. Could what she
and Jared share turn into something real? Or is it all actually…fake?
Monica
Murphy is the New York Times, USA Today and #1 international bestselling author
of the One Week Girlfriend series, the Billionaire Bachelors and The Rules
series. Her books have been translated in almost a dozen languages and has sold
over one million copies worldwide. She is both self-published and published by
Random House/Bantam and HarperCollins/Avon. She writes new adult, young adult
and contemporary romance.
She
is a wife and a mother of three who lives in central California on fourteen
acres in the middle of nowhere along with their one dog and too many cats. A
self-confessed workaholic, when she’s not writing, she’s reading or hanging out
with her husband and kids. She’s a firm believer in happy endings, though she
will admit to putting her characters through angst-filled moments before they
finally get that hard won HEA.
