Release Date: December 20, 2016



When our two damaged souls came together, something explosive happened.

Something uncontrollable.

Something undeniable.

Our love was intense, irrational, possessive and consuming. We didn’t live or love by socities rules. We made our own, living in our own world.

Slaves to our needs.

We were so wrapped up in each other, so blinded by lust, love and obsession, we couldn’t see the struggles ahead.

Can we fight to stay together … or will we tear each other apart?







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J.C. Grant was born in Oklahoma and currently resides in Los Angeles, CA.

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EDGE IF BLISS by Molly E. Lee

Photo & Cover Design: Regina Wamba / MaeIDesign and Photography
Models: Ripp B. (Dash) & Mackenzy T. (Blake)
Release Date: December 14, 2016



I never knew how perfect life could be until Blake Caster was finally mine.

Chasing storms with her only doubles the passion and the rush, but as we travel down tornado alley at the start of the season, we run into more than our fair share of nonweather-related trouble.

My past on the alley catches up to me in a bad way and with each captured storm, a wedge is driven between us. The harder I try to hold on to Blake, the faster she is slipping away.

Add to that an unexpected call from her ex, new pressures from the reality show filming our every move, and a job offer Blake may not be able to pass up, and my perfect life is on the same chaotic path as the storms we chase.

All I want to do is make her mine—forever—but one trip down tornado alley might be our last.










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Molly E. Lee is an author and editor best known for her debut novel EDGE OF CHAOS, and as a fourth year mentor at Pitch Wars – a program which connects promising writers to established authors in the community. Molly writes New Adult Contemporary and Young Adult Urban Fantasy featuring strong female heroines who are unafraid to challenge their male counterparts, yet still vulnerable enough to have love sneak up on them. In addition to being a military spouse and mother of two + one stubborn English Bulldog, Molly loves watching storms from her back porch at her Midwest home, and digging for treasures in antique stores.


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A REAL MAN by Jenika Snow

The second volume in the Real Man series will include Experienced, Roommate, and Arrogant.
It will also included never before published holiday shorts from books 1-6 in the series.
This excerpt is from Arrogant (part of Box Set Volume Two)
I knew this job would be challenging, but I’d had no idea working for this man would have me on the verge of drinking every single night. And it didn’t have anything to do with the fact he was so arrogant.

This had to do with the fact my libido was out of control where Mr. Wright was concerned.

He annoyed me, got under my skin, but the way I caught him watching me, looking at me like I was this sweet little morsel he wanted to get his claws into, had my body feeling like it was on fire.

But then again, he was so hard on me, and right now knowing I’d screwed up the file he’d presented to his team made me feel like shit.

He stood just a few feet from me, staring at my mouth, making me even more aware of his presence. He had me so on edge I felt like flames licked through my veins, and I stood on this ledge, waiting to crash down. I wanted him so badly, but I knew I could never have him.

He was my boss, and I certainly didn’t need an overbearing, career-driven man like him in my personal life, right?

“You can leave now,” he said, and I forced myself to take a step back. Could he tell I wasn’t only nervous but also aroused? I couldn’t help it. Being in his presence had my blood pressure rising to dangerous levels.

And the way he smelled … God, the scent was so masculine and intoxicating.

For a second I stared at him, knowing I needed to get out of there, breathe some fresh air, and get my thoughts in order. But I couldn’t move. Instead I took in the three-piece suit he wore, the dark blue material almost appearing black. His deep blue tie was in perfect place, and the white shirt beneath the vest was stark, crisp.

I’d never seen a man so masculine, the epitome of what I craved and wanted, but with Noah Wright I saw that, felt that, so much. It was like I was going to combust.

“Something else, Harley?” He lifted an eyebrow, his eyes heavy-lidded.

God, the way my name—my first name that was so inappropriate it made me hotter—rolled off his tongue in that sexual timbre made me instantly wet. I prayed the suit jacket I wore covered my shirt and that my nipples were hard. Hell, if it didn’t cover my breasts, I knew he’d see how tight the tips were.

And as if he had read my mind or I’d said the words aloud, he glanced down. The urge to cover my chest, to hide my body’s reaction to his presence, was strong. I didn’t want to, but I found myself doing it on instinct. I grabbed the edge of my jacket, closed it slightly, but all I felt was my breasts pressing together.

I saw the way he swallowed, the way his throat worked, and the way his entire body seemed tense.

God, the sexual chemistry I felt with him was so strong, but for the last two months, I’d kept busy, not about to try and let those emotions and feelings consume me.

I’m doing a shit job.

And I was. God, I was doing a shit job.

“No, Sir,” I finally said, smoothed my sweaty palms down my thighs, turned, and left. I swear I felt his eyes on me, and when I reached his door, grabbed the handle, and was about to open it, I looked over my shoulder. I don’t know why I did, but I caught him checking out my ass. He slowly lifted his gaze to mine, seemingly unashamed or apologetic that he’d just gotten caught.

No, he seemed pleased I’d seen him.
Jenika Snow is a USA Today Bestselling Author that lives in the northwest with her husband and their two daughters. Before she started writing full-time she worked as a nurse.

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THE HEIR by Elizabetta Holocomb

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Title: The Heir

Author: Elizabetta Holcomb

Genre: YA Fantasy Romance

Release Date: December 1st



The Marquis of Hastings
Solomon Tremaine is heir to all that comes with Dover’s Castle–Dukedom, lands, and an Amalgam of hosts and ancient warriors with capabilities of time travel. However, being plagued with a range of learning disabilities, his life is anything but charmed. He feels like a burden on his family, when a simple girl makes him an offer he cannot refuse…

The Country Girl
Shelby Hollier’s is busy with building a college portfolio that will guarantee her way out of the small town of Lake Arthur, Louisiana. After meeting Solomon, she becomes obsessed with getting to know a boy who is more mystery than man. Seeing him as the key to an adventure of a lifetime, she has no idea the secrets he keeps when she is swept into a life of hosts and wormholes. It was more than she bargained for…

Their Pact
As they form a bond of student and tutor, they begin to sense a mutual attraction that goes beyond their pact. Solomon discovers that his desire is to make her more than just a tutor. But, can a plain, ordinary country girl keep the heart of a man titled to rule? And can he keep her safe from the enemies of Dover’s Amalgam who seek to terminate his very life?

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Elizabetta Holcomb is a YA Urban Fantasy/Romance/Time Travel Author who lives in South Louisiana with her husband, children, and cats. When she isn’t working nights as a nurse, she is in her writing room creating more adventures surrounding Dover Castle. The best part of becoming a published author is connecting with readers and sharing the amazing world that all starts with a medieval duke and a small town modern girl. Elizabetta loves to travel and spend time with her family. Mother to 5. Marmee to 1. Connect with Elizabetta on social media by clicking the icons on this web site!

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ONE by e.s. carter

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Title: One

Series: Love by Numbers #5

Author: ES Carter

Genre: MM Romance

Release Date: December 1



One click.
One perfect frame.
That’s all it takes to capture an eternal moment; although most people let them pass by without acknowledgement.
I don’t waste any.
Not a single one.
If I see something of beauty, I want to experience it, feel it and immortalise it.
If I see someone of beauty, I want to taste them, worship them and memorise them.
I don’t have a type, if I like you, I like you.
I don’t have a preference.
My bisexuality is a gift, not a defect.
It’s the freedom to see beyond gender.
One blink.
One touch.
One night.
Life is filled with so many ones.
One chance to get things right.
One life to live as you choose.
One decision that gives you acceptance.
One person to fill the emptiness.
Just one?
Nah, like I said, life is full of ones.
My camera lets me focus on the good times; I develop from life’s negatives and if things don’t work out, I just take another shot.
Who needs just one?

Book #5 in the ‘Love by Numbers’ series.
Can be read as a standalone.

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Eli Carter is a mum of three from the U.K.

She is a stay-at-home mum and a part-time advocate for families of children with special needs.

Her life is pretty manic, and she often gets asked, “How do you find the time to write?”

The answer is simple; she never sleeps, but not from lack of trying.

Reading and writing are her therapy, her solace and often the one thing that gets her through the long nights. (That and copious amounts of caffeine and sugar!)

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For six months, she’s tormented me. Driven me crazy. For six months, I’ve teetered on the edge of combustion. Been an aggressive monster of her creation, unable to have the one thing I need.
She’s made me crazy. This is her fault. Now her games have come to a conclusion she never thought could happen.
I’m here, in her room.
In her bed.
Catching her for the Holiday’s and forever.

Warning: This short romance is pure guilty pleasure. These holidays, get caught up with Matthew, a completely obsessed hero who will stop at nothing to claim the love of his life. This book contains elements of forced seduction, which may be triggers for some. Happy Ever After. No cliffhanger.

After spending years imagining fictional adventures, Amber finally found a way to turn daydreaming into a productive habit. She now spends her time in a coffee-fuelled adrenaline haze, writing romance with a thriller edge.

She lives with her husband and children in semi-rural Australia, where if she peers outside at the right moment she might just see a kangaroo bounce by.

Amber is an award winning writer, Amazon Bestselling Author, and member of Romance Writers of Australia, Melbourne Romance Writers Guild, and Writers Victoria.
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Release Date: December 12, 2016



Inspired by a true story.


There was no way to distinguish one from the other in my life.
Nothing in this world could destroy a bond as fierce as ours.

Or so I believed…

Because life interfered.
Impulsive decisions, reaped unyielding consequences.
Fate had a way of making you question your sanity.
Loyalties were blurred.
Priorities, poisoned.
And destiny… destiny dispelled all our beliefs.

In the end love was just too consuming.

Tragic even.

Without a doubt, love… crossed many unfathomable lines.








Prologue & Chapter One


Oh God, I can’t breathe.

I see it in his eyes; it’s not him anymore.

He’s lost all ability to reason, incapable of realizing what he’s doing with his own two hands.

He’s not grasping the finality of this… there’s no coming back.

I struggle as best I can against him, against the pain and the panic that’s rising. Imploring him, but it’s too late now.

He’s so far gone and taking me with him.

And with this realization, my mind eases as my struggle begins to fade… an eerie calm settles over me just then.

“If I can’t have you, Gia, NOBODY FUCKIN’ WILL!” he bellows.

It’s as if he doesn’t have a choice in this. His eyes are not only frantic but in agony. They’re telling me everything there is to say; he can’t help himself.

He won’t.

I knew this could happen… I just refused to believe it would.

I gasp one last time, trying to pull in the last breath of air before the darkness completely consumes me.

The last thought I struggle to actualize… is my wish and my goodbye…



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Salerno, Italy

In the beginning



There isn’t a single memory I can reminisce that Giorgio wasn’t in.

He met me the day I was born on June 16, 1941, in the beautiful town of Salerno, in the Amalfi coast of Italy.

My first smile was for Gio, my first giggle coaxed by him. Even the first few steps I took were in his direction. Everything I did in life was with him or for him, loving that boy for as long as I could remember.

See, my Giorgio could do anything. He wasn’t capable of being mediocre. He always needed to do something and, no, it couldn’t be subpar either. Giorgio had to be the best at everything and, irritatingly, he always was. He swam the fastest, sang the nicest, jumped the highest, threw the farthest, and lifted the most. He was even the tallest of our group when that was something he had no control over.

And as you can already imagine, Giorgio was the most handsome, too.

Since he was a young boy, he held an air of arrogance that somehow only made him more of a man’s man, and he was constantly surrounded by a flock of girls.

Every mother doted on him, and every father looked at him with a knowing smile. Everyone, young and old, was vying for his attention, yet I never had to fight for it. I guess that made him all the more perfect to me.

The story about the bond we created on the day I was born had been recounted to me and to all in our town, hundreds of times.

For many generations, the Moretti and Vitale families were inseparable. They were always, always, always together. They were like pasta and pomodoro, bread and olive oil, espresso and biscotti… I’m sure you get it by now.

The Morettis visited us at the hospital that morning, and our fathers were outside smoking their cigars while our mothers yammered about my birth. I was nursing in my mother’s arms when Giorgio’s mother brought him over to meet me. With only just a glimpse of me, he was squirming out of his mother’s arms to reach me.

When she didn’t let him go, he screamed at the top of his lungs to get his way, so my mama offered to let him sit in her free arm while I nursed in her other. Once he settled in, he laid a chubby little hand on me and, according to our mothers, hadn’t let go of me since.

They couldn’t believe his fascination at just four years old with me, but I imagine as they did with every one of their tales, they exaggerated the story.

I will admit though, it made me swoon every time I heard it, and I heard it plenty.

Our love was quite beautiful. Solid and appassionato.

Our families didn’t arrange our marriage, but they certainly fostered it from childhood.

My babbo and mama, Alessandro and Apolognia Vitale, have been Domenico and Chiara Moretti’s friends since they were children. Their parents and grandparents were friends, and so on. The two families have probably been friends since the time of the Roman Empire.

The Moretti boys: Domenico Jr., who we call Nico, Matteo, who was the second born, and my Giorgio, were raised together with my siblings and me.

The first memory I could recall was on my third birthday in 1944. Mama, babbo, my sister Gabriella, my big brother Alessandro and the Morettis were all in attendance for my celebration, la bambina’s birthday. They were our neighbors, but even then Giorgio wouldn’t have let them miss my party for anything.

I can’t quite tell why my third birthday stood out, other than it being my first memory of the day I knew I adored him. My parents hadn’t done anything too special for the celebration. They were simple people, with humble tastes. My mama baked rosemary bread, Gabi helped her make a cannoli-filled cake, babbo doted on me all day, and Sandro played every game I wanted.

When the Morettis came over, the house was even more boisterous and full of affection, tight hugs and loud kisses. But what had me over the moon was the purple bike Giorgio was escorting toward me. I must’ve played with this boy countless times, but never had I seen him so proud and excited to give me something, and what a something it was!

We’re talking all the bells and whistles with a basket on the handlebar and matching training wheels!

For any three year old, it was the best gift ever.

Coming from my Gio, it was absolute and undeniable love.

Tanti auguri, Gia!” Happy birthday, he wished me.

But I could care less what he was saying because all I could think about was getting on that bike and never getting off of it again. I even remember wondering if it could fit in the bathroom while I bathed, it was already my most prized possession.

My childhood wasn’t lacking, considering we were in a war-stricken country at the time. Though, luxuries like a brand new purple bike were very unusual and, even at my age, I knew that was something you didn’t ordinarily get.

I guess that explains how the memory of my third birthday was so clear.

It could’ve been like any other, only I knew the social climate was uneasy and the Morettis had to have cashed in a favor, as they liked to call it, to be able to obtain something that indulgent.

Favors for the Morettis always came at a steep price and I would learn of their family’s… livelihood, much later in life.

DIO MIO! I ALWAYS WANTED A BIKE!” I screeched, jumping up and down, as only a young child would do.

I ran toward Giorgio and practically trampled him to get on it. He was laughing and his excitement was just as energetic as mine.

“Gia, babbo got me a bike, too! We can ride together every day! Here, let me teach you. I’m taking off my training wheels this week because I was practicing all day and I’m already a professional! We have to keep yours on still because you’re little and I don’t want you to get hurt,” my protector assured me.

Of course, had I been paying attention to him, I would’ve argued I didn’t need training or his help, but I was too enthralled with the sparkling machinery.

I felt like such a big kid then.

“Gio, thank you! This is the best present!” I exclaimed, sealing it with a big kiss on the cheek he had been expectantly tapping with a finger. He then wrapped me up in his big boy hug.

For most seven-year-old boys kisses from girls were gross and were immediately wiped off, but Giorgio had always been affectionate with me. Either always kissing me or demanding I give them to him, lots of innocent smooching went on, encouraged by the laughter and ‘awws’ our mothers seemed to always sing in unison.

“Mama, Babbo, can I ride my new bike outside, please?” I asked my parents, not caring about the cannoli cake anymore.

Mama laughed and looked to babbo, who of course let me. Being la bambina of both families made me more spoiled than I would’ve normally been. I was the youngest of my family, but the Morettis indulged too, since they only had boys.

Giorgio and I immediately ran out. He went to his house to get his bike and Nico and Gabi were helping me sit on mine, when Gio, like the professional he said he was, showed off by riding around me in smoothly performed circles.

It only urged me to get moving already, but Nico insisted I learn the parts of the bike first. I might’ve listened better if Giorgio would’ve stopped riding his bike around us, causing me to become even more impatient.

Finally, my impromptu lesson was over and like a bat out of hell, I took off only to topple right off the damn bike!

Gabriella was bent over laughing and Nico, to his credit, really tried not to laugh, too, but failed.

Giorgio immediately jumped off his bike and pushed them away to help me up himself.

He did not find my fall funny.

Giorgio’s devotion to me since I had been born never lessened over time. Stories about him wanting to always be the one to bathe me in a tin bucket were told with much warm-heartedness. Sure, it was a fun splash fest for the both of us, but the serious little boy would go over to my house every day and ask my mother if he could bathe me like it was his responsibility.

I was his little human toy.

A trophy he showed off to everyone, telling all who would listen to him that I was his.

It was so cute! Giorgio claimed me.

It was so sweet! He always wanted me around.

It was so romantic! Giorgio would tell everyone he was going to marry me one day.

It didn’t help that I ate up all the attention from him, basking in all things Gio. Ever since I could remember, the sun rose and set with him and I didn’t want it any other way.

He picked me up from the ground and dusted me off. Once he was sure I was fine, he told me to wait a second and brought his bike over next to mine.

Cautiously, he helped me mount my seat and put his hand on my back to support me in case I fell over again. When he was sure I had the hang of it, he got back on his and we rode off together.

Even as young as I was, I knew without a single doubt Giorgio and I would be forever.




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There’s nothing Jen loves more than the ‘beauty of doing nothing’, though you’ll find her devouring a book in bliss if she’s not lost in her world of writing.

She’s a Miami girl to the fullest with an accent that makes her sound like a native Spanish speaker, but in actuality she can only defend herself in the language at best.

This Colombian- Italian descendant loves her pasta, espresso, wine and empanadas, and there isn’t a dessert she can say no to.

Her stories have pieces of her edgy heart woven secretly between the pages and at the core of most of them is the essence of a true story.

Inspiration comes to her mostly through melancholy music and morbid family sagas, but random occurrences like a good night’s sleep can do wonders for her imagination.


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