SCARRED by Amanda Leigh

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Beauty of the Dark Novel #1
Genre: YA Paranormal Romance

A sassy witch, a vampire sworn to protect her, and a vampire that’s falling for her…? All bets are off.

Kiara was born with power. At eighteen, her powers are peaked, and she’s destined to destroy the demon threatening her home town. But even with her power and the help of Kaleib, a vampire who’s like an older brother to her, they’re not strong enough to stand against the evil. Enter Trent, a vampire with a secret past, and the tables turn, giving them a fighting chance.

Kiara shouldn’t feel anything toward Trent, especially since Kaleib hates him, but a strong attraction builds between them during their mission.Trent has successfully avoided caring about anyone for over one hundred years, and he plans to keep it that way. When Kiara asks for help, he can’t seem to deny her. Never would he imagine that he’d run into Kaleib, someone from his past–a vampire who knows his secret. Trent convinces himself he’s aiding Kiara for his own selfish amusement, but the little witch seems immune to his charms and she’s chipping away at his walls. To his dismay, he finds himself beginning to care for Kiara.

Between the demon that wants to kill her and two fighting vampires, how will things play out for Kiara and Trent? Will this demon let them live to find out?

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Trent
“I’ve met people more incredible,” I smirked insinuatingly. She blinked, taking a step back, never averting her dark blue eyes from mine. I wasn’t sure why I’d said that, I’d only just met her. How did I know whether she was incredible or not? But I was getting the distinct feeling that she was.
I grinned as I tore my gaze from hers. My eyes fell to a picture of Kiara and a young, dark skinned woman that was sitting on her bookshelf. I picked up the frame. “Who’s this?” I found that I just wanted to keep her talking. I liked talking to her.
“That’s my best friend, Sarah. I’ve known her since third grade.”
“You look close.” I envied that friendship.
“We are. She’s one of the few people who’s always been nice to me.”
I arched an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”
“Ever since elementary school, people have found me kind of…strange.” She shrugged. “Hell, most of them thought I was a freak. Still do. Sarah isn’t one of them.”
I pursed my lips and was poised to ask her more when there was a light rapping coming from the door. I held her gaze for a few more seconds before she wrenched her eyes away from me and turned towards her door.
“That’ll be Kaleib,” she said. I watched her walk away, my eyes taking in every curve of her body.
“He knocks? How quaint,” I said.
“He has a sense of courtesy,” Kiara called over her shoulder as she made her way down the short hallway to the stairs.
“He has a sense of boring,” I scoffed. She shot me a glare over her shoulder that I couldn’t help but smile at.
I peered through Kiara’s bedroom door, down the stairs. Kaleib stood in the doorway with his hands stuck in the pockets of his faded jeans. His light brown hair was brushed back and to the side. A button down shirt on. His features were less pronounced than mine. But I suppose I could see how some girls would think that he was handsome in his own way.
“I got your text,” he said, stepping past Kiara, climbing up the staircase. “Did you find out anything new?” He headed straight to her bedroom.
“Well, no. Not exactly. I…” Kiara shuffled behind him, trying to get there before he did.
Kaleib stopped dead in her doorway, face to face with me as he stumbled back a step. I balled my hands into fists and clenched my jaw, my teeth grinding together. I hadn’t seen him in so long. I thought that it would have been kept that way. Red flashed behind my eyes. I didn’t know what I expected to feel when I saw him but I wasn’t quite prepared. Besides the anger I felt surging through me, I also felt crushing guilt for what I’d done to him. I couldn’t bring her up though, I just couldn’t. I wasn’t even sure how much Kiara knew about that. I understood Kiara’s question about whether I’d been looking for her. Really, what were the chances that the witch I ended up meeting had Kaleib protecting her like an older brother most of her life?
“What is he doing here?” Kaleib asked, his voice dripping with the cold of icicles.
“Hello Kaleib.” I held out my hand with a cool smile, making a mental note not to break the bones in his hand. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”
Kaleib ignored the offered hand. “One hundred thirty-five years. And I would prefer it stayed that way.”

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— ABOUT THE AUTHOR —
Amanda Leigh has had a love of words since before she could write them herself. Once she learned to read and write herself she just couldn’t stop. She reads any genre as long as the book sounds interesting. Which may explain why she can’t and never will be able to stick to one genre in her writing. From Contemporary Romance to Women’s Fiction to Paranormal Romance to Poetry and more to come. When she’s not writing or reading she enjoys getting swept away in a great TV show, going to the theater, listening to music, cooking and many different forms of art. She has a cat she adores and also loves Psychology, tea, coffee, chocolate and Elvis Presley. Not necessarily in that order. Feel free to get in touch with her.

 

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CONFESSIONS OF A FORMER PUCK BUNNY by Cindi Madsen

 

Release Date: May 8, 2017

Synopsis

Confession #1: I used to be a puck bunny, but after a hockey player broke my heart, I gave up all things hockey. Now I’m just focused on finding a way to pass my math class so I can graduate college.

Confession #2: Ryder “Ox” Maddox’s deep, sexy voice sends fuzzy tingles through my entire body, and I’m powerless to stop it. Which is a big problem since the hot, surprisingly funny hockey player is my new math tutor.

Confession #3: I can’t stop thinking about how ripped Ryder is from all his hockey training, and how fun it’d be to cross lines with him.

Confession #4: I kissed a hockey player and I liked it.

Confession #5: If I’m not careful, I might relapse and fall for Ryder, and then I’ll be totally pucked.

 

 

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I’d shown him my assignment, and Ryder started in on the machines while explaining the rules and concepts, not even needing to look at the book to know what I was talking about, which was kind of amazing.

As he spoke in that deep, tingle-inducing voice of his, I forced myself to focus on my textbook. I even managed two whole problems with very little input from him.

But then I asked him a question about functions, and midway through his explanation I stopped paying attention to the words. Instead, I noticed the way the veins in his arms popped out when he brought the handles of the pec fly machine together, the weight on the pulley system clanking when the weight slid back down. Then I was watching the muscles in his chest flex. My thoughts drifted to what he’d look like out on the ice, and that led to thinking about what he’d look like without his shirt on, those pecs he was working fully on display, and suffice it to say, the math concepts he’d been spouting off between grunting reps got lost somewhere in the hot swirls of lust and ovary implosions.

“Lindsay?” He sat up and wiped his forehead with the bottom of his shirt, and I caught a glimpse of drool-worthy ripped abs.

“Um, sorry.” I glanced down at my notebook, which had a smear of graphite that started as x to the third power before my pencil ran off the edge of the page, leaving a jagged line. “I got lost.”

“At which part?” He switched to the leg machine, adding more weight onto the sides.

The part where you started being too sexy. “I guess the beginning of this problem?”

He paused the movement that was causing the muscles in his thighs to flex and release, flex and release, and straightened. He gave me an inquisitive look that made me think I’d been busted checking him out. “Maybe we should take a break.”

“A break sounds good.” I set aside my textbook and notebook, happy to give up the pretense of doing math.

“Come ‘ere.”

“Why?”

“Because I said so.” His voice was low and more commanding than normal. Which must be why I stepped toward him. I hesitated a foot away, and he whipped out his arm, caught my hand, and pulled me closer.

My heart beat so hard I thought it might burst right out of my chest.

“Were you, or were you not, checking me out?”

“Are you high on testosterone right now?” I asked. He wasn’t usually so straightforward, and I wasn’t sure how to react to this version of Ryder. The confident way he’d called me out and jerked me toward him sent my hormones into overdrive, and set my in-danger-of-falling-for-a-hockey-player sensor on high alert.

“It’s possible.” He tugged my hand, bringing me close enough that my hip bumped his leg. “Now, how about you answer the question?”

“I may have been doing a little ogling.” I lifted my chin. It wasn’t like he didn’t know I was attracted. I’d pretty much laid it out before. “What? Friends can’t ogle their friends?”

“Shit, I hope that’s not a rule, or I’ve been breaking it all fucking morning.”

 

 

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USA Today Bestselling author Cindi Madsen sits at her computer every chance she gets, plotting, revising, and falling in love with her characters. Sometimes it makes her a crazy person. Without it, she’d be even crazier. She has way too many shoes but can always find a reason to buy a new pretty pair, especially if they’re sparkly, colorful, or super tall. She loves music, dancing, and wishes summer lasted all year long. She lives in Colorado (where summer is most definitely NOT all year long) with her husband and three children.

 

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SUDDENLY US by Marie Skye

 
TITLE: Suddenly Us 
AUTHOR: Marie Skye
 

 

 

 
 
 
Gwen
Love. Who needs that? Who would want that? Who hasn't had their heart split in two, because they were never their first option, and damn sure  their second. I have. But I stayed. Why did I stay? It was love. I wanted to finally feel that I was wanted. It didn't matter if he thought I was worthless. It didn't matter if he degraded me, because he felt like it. Any love is better than no love...right?

Hawkins
Every day, I'm haunted and tormented. When, I look in the mirror I see a failure. A failure that let people that needed me down. I worry that it will happen again. If it happens to the people I care about the most, I don't think I could live with myself. Can I put my torturous past behind me and start to enjoy life? Especially now that I have a reason to live it?

Warning: Certain Scenes May cause a Trigger, or make you uncomfortable. If it does, then I did my job. You’ve been warned.

 
 
 
 

 

 

 

 

 
 
 
Marie Skye is your average career driven woman by day, and a hidden lover of all things dirty by night. Or, as she likes to say, professional by day; author whore by night.
If it’s dark, and full of inappropriate material. She’s attracted to it. She prefers making her character’s work for their happy ever after, if they get one, and she has no problem making sure they endure every obstacle to try to get there. She’s known as not having a filter, and if she’s asked for an opinion, be prepared to get a response that’s most likely a mixture of sarcasm and bluntness.
Marie is the type of person that can be friends with anyone, but if you have cake, you’re pretty much her best friend.
 
 
 
 

 

 

VIRGIN’S DADDY by B.B. Hamel

 
 
Title: Virgin’s Daddy 
Author: B. B. Hamel 
Genre: A billionaire Romance 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
I didn’t know she was a virgin when I bought her.
But I knew I had to have Sadie the moment I saw her. At any price.
I thought I could own her for just one night.
Now she’s mine. And I’m not pretending anymore.
I’m keeping her for real.



Sadie Tillman makes me hard. Plain and simple. One look at her gorgeous curves and innocent smile and I knew I had to have her.

When I find out that she’s a virgin, I know exactly what I want to teach her.

She’s inexperienced in all the best ways, and I’m going to show her how to use that perfect mouth. I don’t let myself get tied down, but I can’t help myself around Sadie. She’s too tempting.

But she’s the daughter of the powerful Hans Tillman, and he doesn’t take kindly to self-made men like me. He says I won’t take her. But he doesn’t know who he’s dealing with.

I bought her, every inch of her, and I’m going to take what’s mine.

Tillman can try to stop us, but I always get what I want.

When we’re through, she’ll have a new Daddy to take care of her.
 
 
 
 
 

 

 
 
 
 
Prologue: Sadie

 My heart hammers and I’m nervous, so freaking nervous, though I know I don’t need to be.

            Gavin knows what he’s doing. I can see it in the way he moves and the way he speaks to me. Maybe it’s my first time, but it definitely isn’t his.

            Streetlights send shadow up through the windows in his penthouse apartment, making the night feel deep. Gavin smirks as he runs his hands down my hips, along the length of my dress. They reach the hem and stop, pressing lightly against my skin.

            “Is this what you imagined?” he whispers in my ear.

            I shake my head lightly. “Not at all.”

            He slowly lifts the hem of my dress.

            I shouldn’t be here. I’m not supposed to be around Gavin at all. If my family found out what I was doing, they’d disown me and throw me away like trash.

            But I don’t care. I want this man so badly that I can barely stand it.

            “You’re sure you want to give yourself to me?” he asks softly, his lips gently grazing my neck.

            “Yes,” I gasp as his fingers finally find my soaking spot.

            “Good,” he says, taking a handful of my hair. “Because I want to teach you.”

            “Teach me?” I gasp.

            He grins. “You’ll see.” His fingers slide beneath my panties, rubbing up against my soaking pussy.

            I can barely think. I don’t know what I’m doing, why I’m finally giving myself to someone. I barely know this man, but somehow I’m sure this is right.

            He’s older than me and very rich, but he’s trouble. My family would call him low-class, even if he does have as much money as they do or more.

            I’m from an old family, a very rich and wealthy family. We’ve been in this city from its start, and we can count senators, mayors, and business magnates among our venerable ancestors. Or at least that’s what my parents say.

            Recently though, we haven’t earned a thing. We inherit our wealth and run the family business because it’s what’s expected. My brothers will be the businessmen, and I’ll marry some other rich eligible bachelor to ensure that the family line continues.

            I didn’t ask for this life. I don’t even know if I want it.

            But Gavin couldn’t be more different. Everything he has, he earned through hard work and intelligence. He came from nothing but now he’s something.

            He has experience. He has control. He is a confident and capable person, and I find that overwhelmingly attractive.

            Attractive enough to throw it all away. Just for one night of pleasure. Which is probably more than I could have ever expected if I continue along my previous path.

            His rough hands trail along my soft skin and his lips are firm against mine. I feel a thrill run through me as he pulls off my dress.

            I love the way he looks at me. Like he’s starving for my body, like he can’t get enough. I want him to keep staring at me, but I know he’ll have to take his eyes away if we’re going to do what I want to do.

            He presses me against the wall length glass and pins my hands above my head. I’m mostly naked, standing above the city. I’m more exposed than I’ve ever been before, the good rich virgin girl being pressed against this window. That thought only makes me more excited.

            “I’ll be gentle,” he says.

            “Do you have to be?”

            His smirk drives me wild. “At first. But soon. Very soon.” His thumb trails along my bottom lip. “Soon you’ll be down on all fours, begging for my thick cock.”

            As my teeth come down on the skin of his thumb, I know he’s right, and I can’t wait.
 
 
 
 
My books are steamy contemporary new adult romances, featuring heroines in college or just graduated, and range from stepbrothers to billionaire fantasies to alpha male fighters. Each book is a standalone and they always feature a HEA!

I’m a long time reader, writer, and lover of romance! Writing is my dream and my passion, and I’m so excited to share my stories with you. As an Indie author, your support means everything. Thanks so much for reading!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

 

THE ENCHANTRESS by R.L. Weeks coming on April 30, 2017.

Before Beauty and the Beast
~ A story of love, lust, power, and magic ~
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Was he searching for something or escaping? ~

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VALETTI CRIME FAMILY – The Complete 5-Book Series By Willow Winters

 

 

Title: Valetti Crime Family: The Complete 5-Book Series 
Author: Willow Winters
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
AMAZON TOP 100 series available in one bundle for a LIMITED time!





Includes the following five full-length, stand-alone romance novels featuring five filthy-mouthed, possessive bad boys:

 


Dirty Dom 
 
Dominic Valetti is only interested in two things: getting paid and getting laid. 
He’s a bookie for the Valetti crime family, and he knows his sh*t. Dom’s busy doing business, no time to dabble in social niceties. The women that chase after him are only gonna get their hearts broken. 
That is, until Becca stumbles into his office to pay off her ex’s debt. A hot brunette who’s just as guarded as he is and has a body made for sin… and for him. They’re not meant to be together. A woman like her shouldn’t be with a man like him. He’s mobbed up; she’s a good girl who deserves better. 
When they push their boundaries and cave to temptation, they both forget about the danger. And that’s a mistake a man like Dom can’t afford. 
 
His Hostage
He was supposed to take my life… Instead he made me his.
Valetti crime family underboss Vincent Valetti is hot. Like… jaw dropping, lip biting, panty wetting kind of hot. 
Tall and muscular, with the kind of dominant, cocky attitude that makes a girl’s knees go weak. 
He commands respect and fear from the familia, and he deserves it. He’s earned it. As for women… they can have one night and the most amazing f*ck of their life, but that’s all they get.
Until Elle. 

Gorgeous, curvy, and looking for an escape, she calls to Vincent. Her innocence begs him to take her… f*ck her, ruin her for all other men. 

Worse, he wants to protect her. In Vincent’s care, Elle witnesses a terrible crime — and if she breathes a word of it, the Valettis are screwed. 
Torn between the woman he craves and loyalty to his family, Vincent is put to the test. 
He should kill her, but he can’t let that happen. He won’t. Vincent’s a man who takes what he wants. And he wants Elle all to himself. 
She was in the wrong place and at the wrong time. Now she belongs to him. 

Rough Touch (formerly titled Good Girl)
I’m not a good man, but I’m damn good at what I do.

I was raised to be ruthless, and as muscle for the Petrov mafia, that’s all I am. 
Then she got caught in the crossfire, and when it was over, she was mine – given as a temporary gift. Once a mafia princess, now just a bargaining chip, she wasn’t a part of my plans. 
 

She’s scared, alone, and has the most perfect, innocent baby blues that beg me to protect her. 
There’s not an ounce of good in me. I don’t deserve her, but I want her. I want her sweet submission and tempting curves, at any cost. 
 

Even if I have to kill every f*cker who stands between us.  

This good girl belongs to me. 

Cuffed Kiss (formerly titled Bed Girl) 

She’s too good for me, but that’s not gonna stop me from taking her.

I’m not a good man, but I’ve never claimed to be. I’m the muscle for the Valetti crime family, and I fit the part with my hard, ripped abs, broad shoulders and cocky attitude. 
I’ve never wanted for anything, until I met her… A woman I can never have.
She’s forbidden. Just being seen together would put a target on both our backs. 
 

I can’t help imagining those lush, sassy lips wrapped around the one part of me that doesn’t give a damn she’s off-limits.  

All I wanted was a taste of her tempting, forbidden curves. One moment of hot, wild passion, and I’m f*cking addicted. 

Everything and everyone else be damned. I’m making her mine. 

Bad Boy
They thought I would do my job. They thought I would kill her. They thought wrong. 
I’m a dangerous man. It only takes one panty-dropping, mouth-watering look to know it. You may be fooled by my good looks and charm.
But my eyes give it away.
 

I’m the hitman for the Valetti familia, and I’m f*cking good at it. They want men to talk, and I make them talk. They want men gone–bang, it’s done. It’s as simple as that.
Until her. 

She’s on my list, but I f*cking want her. On her knees and submitting to my every command. I’ll give her a simple choice — die, or be mine.
I’ve always wanted this. Now that I have the chance, I’m taking it.
I can fulfill those fantasies I know she has. I’m going to make her beg for it.


 
 
 
 

 

 

 

 
 

 
 
Willow Winters:  I like my action hot and my bad boys hotter. And I don’t hold back on either one in my writing.  I’m so happy to be a #1 Contemporary Bestselling Romance Author. I’m so grateful and honored!  I actually started writing after having my little girl, Evie, December 2015. All during my pregnancy with her I read. I only wanted to read romance, and I read EVERYTHING. I would read a book a day — sometimes two.  In January 2016 I was staying up late with her and just thinking of all these stories.  They came to me constantly. And I finally sat down and just started writing. I always wanted to do it so I figured, why not? I never thought I would reach this point of success, to be honest. It’s insane to me that I have so many fans. And I love each and every one of them for all of their support.

 

 
 
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THE BOY NEXT DOOR by Ella James Coming Soon!!

The Boy Next Door Coming Soon

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Title: The Boy Next Door

Series: The Off-Limits Romance Series, Book #2

Author: Ella James

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: May 10th

Cover Designer: Letitia Hasser at RBA Designs

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The Boy Next Door - About the Book

EJCBoyNextDoorBookCover6x9_HIGH The boy next door. That’s what he was. Dash Frasier—my hero from the day we met, when I was six and he was nine. His sister was my best friend, the three of us one happy crew. Then one sweaty summer night changed everything.

No one understood me like Dash. No one made me feel so loved. That’s why, when he skipped town, it wrecked me.

Now I’m older. Wiser. I’ve just snagged my dream job, writing at a film studio. The lead animator on my project? You guessed it.

He’s not the boy next door. Not anymore.

I’m guarding my heart this time.

But Dash has secrets that could break us both.

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The Boy Next Door - About the Author

Ella James is the USA Today bestselling author of sixteen teen and adult love stories. She’s an angst-a-holic who loves exploring difficult situations and the emotions of the people caught up in them. Also, smut. But always, always romance.

Ella’s obsessions include vanilla cream soda, hiking, other weird, crunchy things like rock collecting, and the antics of her three little monsters.

To find out more about her projects, follow her on Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/ellajamesbooks, tweet her at author_ellaj or follow her on Instagram (authorellajames).

Interested in the foreign rights for one of Ella’s books? Contact her agent, Rebecca Friedman, at rebecca@rfliterary.com.

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