TRIPP by S. Nelson

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tripp-ebook-cover When Tripp Cavanaugh finally recovers after being left for dead at the gates of his club, his intention is to leave and resume his nomadic lifestyle. But when his president asks him to stick around and oversee the club’s newest business adventure, he readily agrees. He has no idea the simple request will turn his world inside out, encountering the one woman who will irrevocably change him.
Barely escaping her past, Reece Kendrick flees across the country and takes the first job she can find, working at a club owned by the Knights Corruption. Vowing to keep her heart guarded, everything changes the moment she sees him. Confused and powerless to stop the dynamic unraveling between them, she becomes enthralled with a stranger.
A man who challenges her every instinct.
A man who makes her feel inexplicably safe.
A man who will do anything for her… even kill.
Will her past threaten to destroy her one chance for happiness, or will she be forced to leave the one man who vowed to protect her?

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S. Nelson grew up with a love of reading and a very active imagination, never putting pen to paper, or fingers to keyboard until 2013.. Her passion to create was overwhelming and within a few months she’d written her first novel, Stolen Fate. When she isn’t engrossed in creating one of the many stories rattling around inside her head, she loves to read and travel as much as she can. She lives in the Northeast with her husband and two dogs, enjoying the ever changing seasons.

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WORTHLESS by Lynne Silver

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Release Date: January 11, 2017

 

Synopsis

In the sexy heat of Miami’s party scene, they discover a new, forbidden addiction—each other.

 

Bienvenidos a Miami! Welcome to the hottest party scene in the U.S. Where beneath all the glitter, hard bodies and sexy drinks, the lives of the hard-partying residents of the 305 are not as they seem.

 

Daniel Ross is getting his life in Miami back on track. Common lore says once an addict, always an addict, but Danny’s out to prove lore is a moron. After a tough, celibate year of getting sober, a rental room in the home of his sister’s best friend, Amy, is only a stop on his journey to better things. But the best thing in Danny’s life may be right in front of him–the sweet, curvaceous Amy. When they tumble into bed, he discovers a new addiction to her smokin’ lips and body.

 

When Amy Stern agrees to let Danny move in, it’s out of compassion. Her new tenant isn’t supposed to fill her thoughts, and star in her sexy dreams. He’s definitely not meant to interfere with her budding relationship with a steady, sweet lawyer. If Amy were smart, she’d design clothes for her plus-sized women’s boutique, date her lawyer, and suppress her longing for Danny. And she’d definitely never touch him. Because once she does, his kisses and his embrace set off an explosive craving neither of them can control.

 

Now Amy’s caught in a love triangle, and she has a secret that she’s going to have to share with both men, the sooner the better. Which one of them is worthy of her trust, and her commitment?

 

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Romance author, Lynne Silver, writes the popular Alpha Heroes and Coded for Love series. Before writing romance, she wrote fiction of a different sort, drafting press releases for technology corporations. Washington DC is her home (non) state, where she resides with her husband and two sons.

 

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I hired her to fix my company, to bring Marks Lingerie back to life. I didn’t expect her to become my friend. I didn’t expect to fall in love with her.
The first rule of business is to never touch your employees. I think there is another rule about not falling for your best friend—a rule against imagining the curves of her body, or the way her breathing would change if I pulled down her panties and unzipped my pants.
Now, I can’t wait any longer. I’m tossing out the rules.
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Damn our friendship.
Damn my fears.

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Sometimes love is fated in the stars. You know
you are destined for each other. Your souls entwine and you can’t imagine your
life without them.
Sometimes it’s found when you’re not looking
for it. It peeks around the corner when you least expect it, sweeping you off
your feet, carrying you off into the sunset.
Sometimes, there are a lucky few who get to
experience both. I was one of the lucky ones.

 

 

A grunt escapes my lips, as I try to roll
over. It’s late. I’m not sure what time it is exactly, but I know it’s late.
The lights on the pole are lit up, sending random colors reflecting off the
windows and the mirror of his dresser. It’s calmingly beautiful. Holden is
spread across the end of the bed with his long legs hanging over the side. It
takes a few minutes for my eyes to adjust to the darkness.
 
Lifting the blanket off of me, I kneel on the
bed, leaning towards Holden, attempting to see if he’s awake. My heart does a
little flip when I notice a small brown, worn looking stuffed dog. I cannot
believe he has kept it all this time. We were ten years old and we thought we
owned the world, as we walked around the state fair.
 
I had forced Holden on every ride and he was
paying for it with a massive headache. I kept teasing him about being weaker
than me. I must have taken things a little too far because he wouldn’t look at
me. Knowing I had hurt him, I grabbed him by the arm and dragged him behind me,
until I found a game I knew I could win.
 
There was a rather obese man with greasy hair
wearing a red shirt, juggling baseballs in front of his stand. Plates were
lined up awkwardly on shelves behind him. All I had to do was break three
plates and I would win the huge stuffed bear hanging on a wall full of smaller
prizes. It took me eleven tries before I finally broke two plates.
 
I guess the guy must have felt bad for me
because he handed me a small, brown stuffed dog with a white heart on its nose
and told me to move along. It wasn’t what I was hoping for, but I gave it to
Holden anyways. My reward was the tiniest of kisses on my cheek.
 
Giggling to myself, I lay back down. I’m not
sure he would want me to see him sleeping with a stuffed animal, but I’m glad
that I did. An idea pops into my head, just as I start to relax again. My eyes
peer around the room until I find what I’m looking for. Sneaking over to his
dresser as quietly as I can, I grab his camera and tiptoe back over to the bed.
 
The camera flashes when I snap his picture,
causing me to immediately regret my decision. Afraid he might wake up and catch
me, I grab the Polaroid picture and put the camera back where I found it. I
slip back into bed and pull the blanket over me just in time. He rolls over and
sits up a bit. My heart is frantic, as I watch him look across the room. I see
his head turn and I quickly close my eyes.
 
“What are you doing?” His voice is raspy,
almost menacing. Shit. I don’t answer, instead I pretend to be asleep. “I know
you. I know when you are up to something. I also know you are awake. Being that
it’s the middle of the night, I’m going to pretend I don’t know anything and
I’m going back to sleep. Goodnight, Carsten.”
 
“Night.” Shit. Did I just answer him? I hear
him laugh as he rolls over. Shit. I did answer him. Maybe he will forget, at
least I hope he does. I wait a few minutes to make sure he’s sound asleep
before I grab the Polaroid, shaking it a few times. There’s a glare from the
flash. It almost looks as though Holden has a golden light surrounding him. I
can barely make out the dark lump tucked under his arm. A grin spreads across
my face, as I slide the picture into the pillowcase under my head.
 

 

 

 

I grew up in Chicagoland and now live in
quaint little town in Northwest Indiana. I have two beautiful children and
husband who worships the ground I walk on (or at least he should). I’ve always
loved reading. Now I’m expanding that love into writing and look forward to
producing many books.

 

I’m a huge geek and proud of it. Books are my
life. I love reading, especially fiction. It doesn’t matter the genre or age
group. I will read anything from comics to novels. I read at least one book a
day. If it wasn’t for my kindle, my living room would be overflowing with
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MOONLIGHT by Ines Johnson

 

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You can never go home again…

Viviane Veracruz is on her way home from university with a degree in one hand…and a baby in her belly. Desperate to escape the judgement of her family, she accepts a sexy stranger’s offer to pose as the father for a few days. The plan is for him to run off leaving her family none the wiser. But the longer Pierce Alcede stays, the more she can’t let him go.

Home is where the heart is…

Pierce Alcede has finally come to terms with the fact that he is a lone wolf, prone to roam the wilderness alone and never settle down with a family of his own. When he meets a pregnant woman in need, he thinks nothing of stepping in to take the brunt of her family’s ire. But somewhere between working on the Veracruz Ranch by day and climbing into Viviane’s bed at night, Pierce forgets to run away.

Can a woman searching for a place to belong find a home with a man who lives to roam?

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“Is this seat taken?”

The husky feminine voice called Pierce’s attention away from the window and up long legs, down dangerously curved hips, around high, pert breasts to end at a heart-shaped face engulfed in a halo of dark curls. The dark curls and lush curves marked her as a wolf.

Pierce cleared his throat and shifted in his seat. He motioned with his hands for the she-wolf to take the place across from him. She struggled to lift her luggage into the overhead compartment. Pierce stood to offer assistance.

“I’ve got it,” she insisted and hefted the bulk over her head with a grunt.

Pierce stepped back. He was used to strong, independent women. He’d been surrounded by them his whole life. He took no offense that this woman didn’t want his assistance. That didn’t mean he wasn’t a gentleman. He waited to be sure she’d secured the case. Then he waited some more until she was seated.

When she’d finished with her case and stepped into the booth, she stopped in front of her seat and blinked at him. Confusion and then irritation played across the angles of her beautiful face. Her brows rose to her hairline. She tilted her head towards his seat. When he failed to sit down, she motioned with her hand.

Pierce flustered down into his seat, averting his gaze. Had he made a mistake? Perhaps she wasn’t a wolf? Perhaps she was a witch?

It wouldn’t be the first time he’d mistaken a witch for a wolf. His last encounter with a witch -on a train no less- had led to a wedding. It had nearly been his wedding. Until his older brother, Jackson, had stepped in and claimed Lucia as the mate to his soul. The wolf and witch lived happily in a quaint little cottage in the woods.

With Pierce now in his seat, the woman sat. She crossed those mile long legs. Then she cleared her throat.

Pierce blinked. Then he realized; he’d been staring. That’s when he knew she wasn’t a witch. Had she been one he’d have been under a spell by now.

He looked up to offer a sheepish apology. When his eyes met hers, his breath caught in his throat. Beneath the halo of dark, thick hair she had eyes of the lightest blue. Pierce had seen the ocean of the Arctic. That body of water was a dark, murky swamp compared to the crystals set deep in this woman’s face.

He was a lone wolf, prone to roam. He was also a man with needs. Both man and wolf salivated at this woman before him. He was certain his interest was plain. He heard himself panting. His mouth watered. He brushed his thumb at the corner of his lip to capture the drop of evidence.

In response, the she-wolf closed her eyes and sighed. Her foot tapped an irritated song on the floorboards. She turned her head and focused her attention outside at the scenery.

“This is beautiful countryside,” he tried.

They were now far from Sequoia and nearer to the Mexican border.

“Yes,” she said. She turned her head from the window and produced a book from the bag in her lap. She held the book up in front of her face, blocking him from her beauty.

The terse response indicated that she wasn’t interested in him. It should’ve turned Pierce off. It didn’t. The last thing he wanted was an entanglement. Her disinterest in him would serve him well. If he could flip that disinterest, and by extension her, on its back for the morning.

Pierce rarely went for she-wolves. The hot-blooded females could form attachments with males who were not their mates. It was in their natures.

He saw no bite marks on her collarbone. He scented no other wolf on her skin. Though he noted a male scent; probably human. Wolves played with humans, but they didn’t mate for life. Which meant she likely wasn’t looking for any entanglements herself. If he could just capture her attention, he might spark her interest.

“I hope you don’t mind my saying,” he began, a wolfish smile on his face. “But you have the most beautiful-”

“You know, I’m perfectly fine if we dispense with all the niceties and sit here in companionable silence.” She said it with the most polite, most beatific smile.

That smile made Pierce’s blood pump and his cock harden. He’d give her anything to keep her smiling at him like that. “If that’s what you wish.”

“It is.” She aimed the smile pointedly at him.

From his peripheral view, he caught a look at the stupid grin on his face in the glass window. “Then that’s what you’ll have.”

“Thank you.” She pulled the book up, hiding her smile and those eyes, breaking the spell.

With her smile gone, Pierce’s grin turned into a frown. He read the cover of the thick book in her hands; Sheep Health, Husbandry, and Disease. He doubted it was for pleasure reading. Perhaps it was a textbook? Maybe she was a student? Sequoia University was near the train station.

“Are you a student?”

She lowered the book and arrowed those light-colored eyes at him. “I thought we agreed to dispense with the niceties?” She smiled, but the facial expression was tight and full of annoyed patience.

His wolf wanted to poke it with his paw. “I can’t help it. I’m always nice. My mother raised a gentleman.”

Her false facade dropped at the word gentleman. “The only time males are gentlemen,” she practically spat the word, “is when they want to get up a female’s skirt.”

Pierce’s eyes darted to those long legs and the hem of her skirt. By the time he made it back to her face, he knew he was caught. He put on his most winning smile. This smile had gotten him an A in Ms. Peckham’s Chemistry class even after he failed both the midterm and final exams. Fairies fell to their knees at this smile. Hell, even a witch had fallen under the spell of this smile. Pierce launched it at the wolf across from him.

Before he could put forth words, she opened her mouth to speak. Then she swallowed. She rubbed her hand over her flat abdomen. Finally, she lurched forward, vomiting in his lap.

So much for his A game.

Author Bio

Ines writes books for strong women who suck at love. If you rocked out to the twisted triangle of Jem, Jericha, and Rio as a girl; if you were slayed by vampires with souls alongside Buffy; if you need your scandalous fix from Olivia Pope each week, then you’ll love her books!

Aside from being a writer, professional reader, and teacher, Ines is a very bad Buddhist. She sits in sangha each week, and while others are meditating and getting their zen on, she’s contemplating how to use the teachings to strengthen her plots and character motivations.

Ines lives outside Washington, DC with her two little sidekicks who are growing up way too fast.

 

 

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CLAM JAM by RC Boldt

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“Clam Jam”

 

Definition: the female equivalent of a cock block.

 

Example: You’re chatting with a guy you’re interested in and your friend comes along and lays claim to him.

 

 

Maggie

 

That’s my life—except it’s worse. My friend who keeps “jamming” me is my gay roommate and if that isn’t a W.T.F. moment, I’m not sure what is.

 

Fact: He went home with three—yes, three—of the guys I had been so sure were into me.

 

Fact: He’s really pissing me off. I mean, hello? I’m trying to get back in the saddle, but I’ll never manage to get a boyfriend before the age of fifty if he keeps this up.

 

Fact: Secretly, I wonder what it would be like if he weren’t gay. Why do all the hot, sweet, tender-hearted guys have to be gay?

 

Fact: My gay-dar needs a serious tune-up.

 

 

Ry

 

The day I interviewed for the room to rent, everything changed. I knew I had met “the girl”, except there was one small problem: she didn’t want anything to do with men. I recognized a top-notch force field when I saw one. She’d been burned badly and didn’t want to deal with a heterosexual guy as a roommate. I could’ve turned around and found another place to live, but I wanted to live there—with her.

 

So I had to go “undercover”.

 

Fact: I’m in love with my roommate.

 

Fact: I’m a likely candidate for carpal tunnel surgery since all the action I’ve had for the past year has been my hand.

 

Fact: She’s going to hate me if I come clean now.

 

Fact: I’m not giving up. Which means, I’ll just have to continue to run defense until I figure out a way to get Maggie to see the “real” me.

 

The me that loves her.

 

The me that would never do her wrong.

 

Until then, I’ll keep running off every guy who shows any interest.

 

Until then, I’ll continue to Clam Jam.

 

 

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RC Boldt is the wife of Mr. Boldt, a retired Navy Chief, mother of Little Miss Boldt, and former teacher of many students. She currently lives on the southeastern coast of North Carolina, enjoys long walks on the beach, running, reading, people watching, and singing karaoke. If you’re in the mood for some killer homemade mojitos, can’t recall the lyrics to a particular 80’s song, or just need to hang around a nonconformist who will do almost anything for a laugh, she’s your girl.

 

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YOU’VE ALWAYS BEEN MINE by Jenika Snow

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

PAIGE

When Erik left town, I thought my world had ended. Even at the tender age of ten I knew how hard my life would be without him. And as I grow older, as the letters between us became sparse to nonexistent, I can’t help but feel like a wall has been built around my heart.

There is only one boy for me, and I know I’ll never see him again.

ERIK

She was my best friend, the only person I knew I couldn’t live without.
But we had to leave each other.

Time went on, we drifted apart, and it always felt like I’d left a piece of myself back with her. But I’m a man now, a wounded Marine, and fate brings me back to the one girl who completes me.

Paige has always been mine, and now it’s time to prove that to her.

Warning: Tighten that seat belt because you’re about to go on an over-the-top, totally unbelievable ride. Featuring a possessive and devoted hero who saved himself for that one girl, it’ll still have that sugary-sweet aftertaste you crave. Don’t forget that cold glass of water, because you’ll need it for the heat this book—and Erik—is packing.

 

 

I don’t know how long I stood there, watching the road, maybe thinking Paige would come back, like it wouldn’t be weird between us. I didn’t want it to be like that, but I guess it was unavoidable.


“You got it bad,” Will said from behind me, and I clenched my jaw. Staying with them and my aunt was temporary, as in I was already going to look at a few places for my mom and me. Yeah, moving back to town had been short notice, and yeah, they were family, but Will and Cal were already riding my ass, and I hadn’t even been here that long.

I should have told him to fuck off, but instead I just turned from the street and made my way up the porch. My mind was on Paige, how pretty she was, how grown up she’d become. She wasn’t that cute little girl anymore. She was a woman, a gorgeous woman.

And mine.

First thing I needed to do was find a car. I hadn’t needed one, not since I was in the military, away from home, with nowhere to go. But this was different. I was back in Blue Springs, Paige was here, and I needed to be able to get to her.

But on that thought I remembered what she’d said. She had a place, her own place. But did she share it with someone? I’d looked to see if she wore a ring—which she didn’t—but that didn’t mean she wasn’t taken.

No, she’s mine. She’ll only ever be mine.

“Fuck,” I mumbled under my breath and headed toward the back room. I also needed to get out of here, like yesterday. I knew my mom liked being here with her sister, but I couldn’t stand Cal and Will. One of these days they’d push me, say the wrong thing, and I’d beat their asses.

 

Once in the room I shut the door and grabbed my cell. I stared at Paige’s number, wanting to call her, wanting to be with her even though she’d just left. And even if she was with someone, I didn’t know if I could just let it go. I didn’t know if I could just stand back and be her friend, even though I’d said I would take her any way I could. I meant it when I said I wanted her as mine, and that had just cemented itself back at the diner when I saw her for the first time again after so long.

Meet me tonight for dinner?

I shouldn’t have sent her that message. She’ll think I’m a fucking creep for sure. Damn it. I ran my hand over my hair, breathing out, feeling tightness in my chest. It was the same feeling I’d gotten when I first saw her at the diner. It was the same sensation I’d gotten when I watched her drive away all those years ago. I rubbed my chest at the same time my cell vibrated.

Paige: I’d love to.

We had a lot to talk about, a lot of time to make up for. I just hoped she hadn’t fallen in love with someone, because she was meant for me.

We were meant for each other.

 

 

 

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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