Cover Design: Kari March Designs

Release Date: February 9, 2017

Synopsis

He was Ice.

Sheriff Bo Lawson was everything a retired Marine Special Operations Operator should be. Cold. Calculating. Calm in all situations. He handled terrorists and too drunk locals without blinking, until a couple of dead bodies show up in his small town, throwing his controlled environment into chaos.

She was fire.

Cheri Boudreaux, manager of the local bar, lives her life by one rule – work hard and play harder. The last thing she needs is a repeat of her father: a strict stick-in-the-mud unable to veer from the rules. Then she meets Bo, a walking, talking sex god in uniform and her preconceived notions incinerate.

Ice meets fire.

Bo craves order. He craves control. He craves a red head with a wild streak wider than the Mississippi. She is everything he despises, but can’t get off his mind. So, when Cheri needs help, he wants to be her knight in shining armor.

Threatened by a deadly foe neither of them could predict, Bo and Cheri clash in an uncontrollable inferno. When the truth is revealed, their world falls apart – can they find the strength to fight for each other or will their newfound love fall under a relentless tide of evil?

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Lindsay Cross is the award-winning author of the Men of Mercy series. She is the fun loving mom of two beautiful daughters and one precocious Great Dane. Lindsay is happily married to the man of her dreams – a soldier and veteran. During one of her husband’s deployments from home, writing became her escape and motivation.

An avid reader since childhood, reading and writing is in her blood. After years of reading, she discovered her true passion – writing. Her alpha military men are damaged, drop-dead gorgeous and determined to win the heart of the woman of their dreams.

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The Story of Us
D. Nichole King
Publication date: February 9th 2017
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance

Moments.

Every life is made of thousands of them, each one strung together with the next. Some are yellow and happy, some are blue and sad, and some…

Some wipe out color altogether.

“I love you,” is what I should have told Maverick.

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m still fighting.”

Instead I just watched him leave.

Now my husband, my everything is battling for each breath, and all I can do is stare at the machines as the clock ticks off precious minutes.

The doctors said the first twenty-four hours are critical—but every moment is critical.

You never know which will be your last.

This is our story, and I’m not ready for it to end.

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EXCERPT:

I’m in the front seat of the police car. My purse is on my lap. I didn’t bring anything else. I didn’t even change my clothes.

We’ve been driving for ten minutes, I think. I’m not sure. I’ve asked the officer questions, and he answered what he could. But I’m stuck on “St. Luke’s Hospital” and “found non-responsive.”

A sob swells in my chest, but I hold it in. Somehow, I’m not falling apart on the outside, although my insides are so big they might explode. I rub my arms for warmth. I hadn’t realized I was cold.

The officer is quiet now. It’s probably better this way. I was unresponsive to what he said, nodding my head to the words I didn’t hear clearly. I think he explained the accident, but I’ve already forgotten the details. I can only focus on one thing at a time.

The highways are empty except for the occasional semi that passes. I try to concentrate on the road and the scenery. The broken white line dividing the lanes. The green signs stating the up-coming turn-offs. Streetlights illuminating the way. Anything but the burn in my eyes and the emptiness in my chest.

“Found unresponsive.”

I don’t know what that means. Could he not speak? Was he breathing? Was he moving? Was his heart beating?

Oh, God!

I must’ve finally let out the sob, because the officer turns to me.

“It’ll be all right,” he reassures me, touching my arm. But how does he know? No one knows that; we only hope. And right now, hope isn’t good enough. I have to see Maverick for myself.

The officer doesn’t understand. Mav’s been my rock. He rescued me from myself. Mav, my Mav, he owns me.

My heart grows heavier, pressing against my ribs.

“Can you pull over, please?”

“Of course,” the officer answers.

The car slows down and moves to the side of the road. I’m unbuckled before we’ve stopped completely. A moment later, I throw open the door and vomit.

Author Bio:

d. Nichole King was born with a book in her hand. During her school years, she’d hide books inside textbooks, read during recess, changing classes, and while walking home from school. She wrote her first book at the age of 11, and the re-worked version of that book is her debut novel, LOVE ALWAYS, KATE.

Her YA urban fantasy series, THE SPIRIT TRILOGY, along with her NA contemporary series, LOVE ALWAYS, was acquired by Limitless Publishing and includes a total of six books. BREAKING THROUGH, an NA science-fiction romance, is her first self-published novel.

d. Nichole King currently resides in a small town in Iowa with her supportive husband, four amazing kids, a dog, a cat, a fish, and a turtle.

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I’m falling for my best friend’s dad.

Moving back home was never my plan. Except here I am, struggling under my evil step-mom’s crushing thumb while I look for work. I feel just like Cinderella, but I never expected my best friend’s DAD to be my prince.
He’s just as hot now as he was when I was a teen; maybe hotter. He’s also rich and powerful, and when he offers me a job working under him at his company… I can’t say no. I don’t WANT to say no.
All our flirting is bad enough–we can’t get caught, my best friend would hate me–but then we go too far.
Hiding our relationship was one thing…
How the hell do I hide a baby?

Penny Wylder’s first full length novel! It’s all the fun and filth you expect, just a lot more of it! This story has a romantic core and a happily ever after that will make you melt.

It isn’t proper for me to want my daughter’s best friend, a woman I’ve watched grow into an astonishing beauty. There is just something magic about Lia, something that makes my whole body throb with the need to get closer. She could easily become addictive. I know I should resist any temptation affecting me this strongly, but then I had to go and hire her.

What the fuck was I thinking? I am going to lose my mind, or at least my promise to myself to never sleep with an employee. Maybe that’s why the second thing I did after Lia left was call Jean last night. If Lia is my employee, I can do my damnedest to keep my rule. It would give me a buffer against the feelings that are already going well beyond lust and into a dangerous territory from just one encounter. Lia makes me hungry. It is more than lust; it is the hunger to provide for her, not in a paternal way, but to see that all her dreams are made reality. I know that Jean is not the nicest to her and never has been, and if it wouldn’t make things worse, I would throw my weight around as Jean’s boss to fix that. Jean is a great member of the R&D team, but not so much that I would be sad to see her go if it meant making Lia happy. It’s an employer’s market right now with more applicants than jobs. She would be easily replaced.

It is a dangerous move, I know, to bring Lia in as my secretary. I know she is the forbidden fruit, and that maybe this is my mid-life crisis starting to hit me, but I want her. “I need her,” I tell my reflection. “I have to have—”

“Mr. Huntsworth, your new office assistant has finished with human resources.” My chief of security sounds amused as his voice plays from the speaker on my desk.

She’s on her way up. The thought repeats itself in time with the aching in my cock.

“You wanted me to call you when she was being shown her way to the executive office floor.” The line goes silent. My fingernail catches on the red disc of a call button beside the vanity in my bathroom. I press it, wait for Brian to answer, and then thank him for the notice. There’s no time for me to get my libido in check, so the best I can do is sit down at my desk to hide the reaction Lia evokes from me.

I wait at my desk—one minute becomes two, and then it’s soon five minutes before I hear muffled voices outside of the security clearance down the hall. I try to focus on the paperwork in front of me. The chirp of a badge being swiped lights up a blue LED on the panel beside my phone, giving me a warning that someone will be entering. Only a handful of people have clearance to get in here, and most of those require the security guard in the hall or someone inside to buzz them in. I look up.

Lia stands before me, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. “Hi.” Her voice trembles before she steels herself and repeats it more surely. “Do I call you Mr. Huntsworth?” She has her head tilted down, and she looks up at me through the sweeping edge of her bangs. Her lips part, and the tip of her tongue glosses over them. She’s nervous, and I selfishly hope it’s because of me.

“Beck is fine unless I happen to be in a meeting. ‘Sir’ works too,” I tease.
Lia blushes before rolling her eyes. She even does that artfully. “Thank you for the job,
Beck.”

The way she says my name makes my cock throb. “I should be thanking you for accepting it, Lia.” I stand and offer her my hand. Her fingers are cool as they slip into my palm, and the shake we share is anything but innocent despite the chaste touch. I want her grip to be lower and firmer, and with the quick dropping of her eyes, I sense that her thoughts are moving in the same direction.

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From author, Lizabeth Scott comes the long waited for third and final book in the romantic comedy series, Hearts of Gold.

Rose married the man of her dreams, Sheik Rashid, after a rocky start.
Annie found her soulmate in the brilliantly talented music star, Carter Ryan.
Finally, it’s Mary’s turn.
Mary was known as the determined and single-minded sister who always had her sights set on a career in New York City. That’s how her family knew her. That’s what they expected. Funny thing about expectations…

Never in her life had Mary Gold met such a perplexing and utterly mouthwatering man.
Stranded in the blazing hot sun of Able, Texas, the swoon worthy cowboy rode up on his golden steed and rescued her from becoming a puddle on the deserted road. The man of her dreams then turned into an insulting jerk at any and every opportunity! If her very existence irritated him, why did he keep coming around? And why did her day seem a little brighter when he did?

Ethan knew her type all too well–high maintenance and with an agenda that would end up costing him dearly. Been there, done that, and had the scars of betrayal to prove it.
His little daffodil represented everything he detested yet he found her gorgeous and adorable and she smelled as good as all those silly flower names he called her. He should have dropped her off in town and never looked back, but he couldn’t seem to stay away.

No matter how hard he tried, avoiding her wasn’t working. There was only one thing to do; send her back where she came from, and take temptation far, far away!

The fly in the ointment … appearances can be deceiving.

EXCERPT:

“Ethan?”
Ethan cringed when he heard the small and delicate voice. “What?”
“Would you please bring me my carryon?”
Slowly through gritted teeth he asked, “what do you want out of it?”
“Just some stuff, if you wouldn’t mind, could you bring it in here?”
Ethan rolled his eyes, what was he now, a lady’s maid? “Ms. Gold, what do you want out of it?” Yeah, he could have taken the entire suitcase into the bathroom but then he wouldn’t have had the entertainment of messing with her.
She called out impatiently, “Mary. My name is Mary.”
He could almost see her stamping her foot in irritation. “You’re kidding, right?” He laughed. “Who names their kid, Mary Gold?”
“Archibald and Jessamine Gold, my mother and father gave me that name!”
Ethan laughed, it figured. “Your family has serious naming issues. I bet you were ripe for the pickings in school.”
“Mr….”
“Montgomery,” he supplied calmly, keeping the amusement from his voice.
“Mr. Montgomery, would you please bring my pajamas and the small zippered cosmetic bag from my carryon?”
Ethan unzipped her case and found several sets of what could be considered pajamas, and smiled wickedly, “Hey Flower,” he yelled through the bathroom door to. “Do you want the blue ones with the kitties or the pink ones with the hearts?” He asked in all seriousness before breaking out in a sly grin.
There was a pause before she answered and Ethan just knew she probably counted to ten.
“Mary. My name is Mary and the pink will be fine,” she answered primly.
He couldn’t help it, he had to, “Do you need any panties? I think the purple flowered ones would go well with the hearts. Of course, the white thongs could go with either.”
She screeched and yelled back, “are you touching my underwear?”
“How else do you expect me to bring it to you?” He waited for her comeback when she said nothing he picked up the zippered bag and of course, unzipped it. Poked around with his finger and found absolutely nothing of interest, just women’s cosmetic, a razor, deodorant, a small bottle of aspirin, toothbrush and toothpaste, dental floss and…yikes! He yanked his hand back and dropped the bag spilling the feminine products and everything else on the bed. He wiped his suddenly sweaty hands on his denims before stuffing the spilled items back into the bag and re-zipping it.
“What’s taking you so long?” She called.
He gathered her things and found her sitting on the edge of the tub instead of where he’d placed her. “Doc Henry left some salve for me to put on you when you’re finished.” He quickly put her things down and turned to leave the room.
“Wait.”
Ethan turned back, he’d been so close. Her next words almost sent him over the edge.
“Would you unzip my skirt and unbutton my shirt.”
Ethan looked to the heavens. Had this woman been sent to be a thorn in his side? How could he undress her and not devour her? No. Think Solange. His hand shook as he reached for the small zipper at the back of her skirt and eased it down between perfectly formed globes. His hands shook with need to touch, caress, lick… No! Think Solange! Sweat beads formed on his forehead as he fought to keep his hands from reaching to take a perfectly rounded cheek in each hand. With her zipper lowered, he turned his attention to the six small buttons on the front of her shirt. The entire time he pushed the small buttons through the holes he made himself remember the last time he’d seen his cheating ex-girlfriend, Solange. She’d been buttoning her shirt when he’d kicked her out. With his mission completed, he raised his hands in victory just like at a calf roping competition before he turned to leave the room.
“Wait.” She took a deep breath before whispering, “my bra.”
Ethan closed his eyes and turned back to her and without thinking about it unsnapped her bra with one hand, a feat he had perfected by the age of fifteen. He turned and escaped before she could come up with any additional tortures for him. He didn’t care if she needed help taking the garments off, he could not help her.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Who is Lizabeth Scott? A voracious reader and a full-time writer for about 4 months! Liz is a wife and mother of two grown children and the proud grandma of the sweetest little baby ever. She is the personal assistant to a terrier terror named Moxie who she occasionally takes to the drive-through for a burger. Liz is a Carolina girl who loves sand between her toes as frequently as possible. At the prompting of a friend Liz began living her dream of writing in 2013 and is now the author of The Royal Vow Series, The Hearts of Gold Series, The Dirty Ankle Series and The Love Kissed Series.

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