Desire Me Again (Multi-author Collection) #paranormalromance #anthology @alicerauthor

The hopeless romantic believes that a soulmate exists for each of us. That there is one person who makes us feel how good it is to love them. For some couples, things trigger them to push that love away. They find out too late they’ve lost true-love. Sometimes genuine love deserves a second-chance at the happy ending that eluded them the first time.

Desire Me Again is an eclectic assortment of short stories exploring a second-chance at love. The collection is as diverse as the authors who wrote them. Here’s a chance to read the work of talented writers you may not have read before. Within these pages, there are blends of tender, often moving and thought-provoking stories.

Book Description for The Holiday Mermaid

The Holiday Mermaid, a seasonal fantasy romance by Alice Renaud: Adam fell for surfer girl Rowena the second he saw her. But just as their summer fling was becoming serious, she left him without any explanation. Now, with Christmas just a few days away, she’s back… and Adam discovers that she’s a shape-shifting mermaid, from a Clan that hates humans. Can he love her as she is? Can she brave her family to be with Adam for good, not just for Christmas?

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Excerpt 

The salty wind hit Adam in the face as soon as he stepped outside. The rain had paused its relentless hammering, but the iron-grey sky lay low on the deserted beach.

Not quite deserted. A woman was sitting on her own by the sea. Adam strained to see through the mist and spray.  She wore a dark wetsuit, and her long black hair streamed in the wind like a banner. A surfer? But who was mad enough to surf at this time of year?

She wasn’t moving. A tendril of concern snaked into his mind. What if she were injured? She’d get hypothermia if she remained sitting there. He’d better go check on her.

He walked out of his garden and down the stone steps that led to the beach. “Hi there! Are you OK?” he called.

She turned her head. It was Rowena.

Shock hit Adam like a ten foot wave. He stopped, winded. For months he’d prayed that she’d come back. Now that she had, he didn’t know what to think or feel. He stumbled towards her as if he were in a dream, or a nightmare. Why was she here? Had she been on her way to see him, and lost her nerve? Hope and fear played tug-of-war in his chest. Had she only returned to say goodbye?

Rowena turned away and hung her head down, as if ashamed to look at him. Perhaps she had come back to apologise for her behaviour. His sternum ached with the effort of containing his emotions. He forced himself to sound calm and polite. “Hi, Rowena.”

She didn’t answer, only hunched her shoulders even more, as if trying to hide. Was she afraid of him? No matter what she’d done, he’d never hurt her. He gulped some air and came closer. Damn it, he was an adult. He should be able to have a civilised conversation with an ex-girlfriend.

Her neck was so white and slender under the tangled black hair. Adam’s palms itched, as if they yearned for the feel of her satiny skin. The wetsuit clung to her every curve. His gaze glided down her back, to her bottom… the bottom he’d loved to squeeze, nip and kiss…

But a black appendage now lay over the cleft of her buttocks. A foot-long, flexible appendage… What a strange thing to have on a wetsuit. 

Adam gasped as the realization dawned. Astonishment wiped out all other emotions. “Is that a… tail?” She couldn’t have grown a tail. This was demented.

Rowena made a strangled sound, like a sob. She was hugging herself, and now Adam saw what he should have seen earlier. He’d been distracted by his feelings, and he hadn’t believed what his eyes were telling him. What he’d thought was a wetsuit was her own skin, thick, glossy and black, like a porpoise. From the neck up she was human, but below she was… He walked around her and stared, numb with shock, at her long black legs that ended in webbed feet. Her hands, clutching her smooth black sides, were webbed too.

Rowena glanced up at him, her eyes full of anguish. “Yes. I am a mermaid.”

About the Author

Alice lives in London, UK, with her husband and son. By day she’s a compliance manager for a pharmaceutical company. By night she writes fantasy romance about shape shifting mermen, water monsters and time-travelling witches. Her first book, “A Merman’s Choice,” was published in January 2019 by Black Velvet Seductions. It is the first book in a fantasy romance trilogy inspired by the landscapes and legends of Brittany and Wales. The second book, “Music for a Merman,” is out now and the third, “Mermaids Marry in Green” is on pre order now and will be released on 1 November 2020. Alice has also written short stories: “The Sweetest Magic of All,” included in the BVS “Mystic Desire” anthology, out now, and “The Holiday Mermaid” in the BVS “second chance at love” anthology “Desire Me Again”, out in October 2020. Alice loves reading and writing stories, and sharing them with anyone who’s interested!

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The Infiltrator by K.A. Raines #DystopianRomance @KA_Raines

Title: The Infiltrator

Author: K. A. Raines

Genre/heat rating: Dystopian romance/4

M/F

A virus has rendered humanity mostly extinct. Keira Starr is alone, staying alive by staying on the run, sleeping in empty gas stations and the trunks of cars long abandoned on the highway. The world is overrun by “Ghosts,” the mindless, bloodthirsty dead, but they are the least of her problems. She is being hunted by ragtag groups of ruthless men, independent contractors working for a mysterious human trafficking ring. When she is finally captured, she discovers that Derrick Caine, despite his gruff demeanor and appearance, may just have a different agenda altogether.

Excerpt:

“What happened to you?” she breathed. “Who did you lose?” She knew she was pushing him, that she should stop before she went too far, but it felt like observing a train wreck, watching from a distance as the engine rushed ahead at full steam, and, even foreseeing the impending disaster on the tracks, being powerless to stop it. “You risk your life tryin’ to save women and children. Who was she? Your wife?” She didn’t even know why she cared. She didn’t want to care. Derrick Caine was a virtual stranger to her, yet she knew she was already in way too deep.

He growled suddenly, a low, guttural sound that jarred her out of her trance when she rather unexpectedly found her space invaded by him for the third time in the past several minutes. Yet the charge in the air had shifted subtly; he no longer seemed angry, exactly, but there was something decidedly predatory in his eyes.

“You want from me?” His voice in her ear was a dangerous rumble that elicited chills up her spine and ignited a fire that bloomed hotly in her womb, a delicious contrast. Quite suddenly, all she wanted was to relieve the dull throb between her legs that his voice and presence evoked; she wanted him so badly that she physically couldn’t endure not to have him soon.

You. Just you. “I could ask the same of you,” she settled for, and she couldn’t stop the tremor in her voice. She was overwhelmed by him—by his nearness, by the heat emanating from his body, drawing her in. She tentatively raised a trembling hand, reaching up to touch a raised scar on his chest, just above his left pectoral. His chest continued to visibly rise and fall, and he was breathing hard through his nose in an obvious effort to calm himself, fists clenched in tight balls at his sides. His breathing hitched when she barely touched him, a feather-light caress, her fingertips just skimming the jagged edge of his scar. She had known all along that he was in pain. So much unbearable pain—yet he would never admit it to anyone, least of all her.

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About the Author:

K.A. Raines is a U.S. Navy veteran who lives in Longview, TX with her children and who has a passion for reading, writing, red wine, and good food. Her love for science fiction, the paranormal, and romance bleed into her writing.

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Lonely Eyes by Bernadette Jones #RomanticSuspense #ActionAdventure #contemporary @RomanceBJones

Cover art by Cassandra Hsieh and Cat & Doxie

There is an art to pursuit.

Keira is running out of time. The handsome stranger with a dragon tattoo says he can keep her safe, but he doesn’t know the demons on her trail… Will her mysterious past lead her to escape, or drag her back to living hell?

Owen Strong has suffered tragedy, but he’s made a new family in Spencer, Colorado—one he will protect at all costs. When he finds determined Keira Hoa, she rouses more than just trouble. Looking into her lonely eyes, he sees that everyone’s in danger.

But she’s come to the right place. He’s the monster hunter.

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EXCERPT

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Copyright 202, Bernadette Jones

He continued to study her, then decided to take a chance. “I’m going to assume you’re running from something or someone. Truthfully, you suck at hiding. You’ve got the right ideas, but your execution is bad. You can stay here and I’ll teach you, or you can take off again. My guess, you won’t last two days before ‘whoever is after you’ finds you. From what I can tell, you’re scared, broke, and alone.”

She plucked at the wristband on her cotton shirt, refusing to meet his gaze.

“Come clean with me. I can help. If they’re out to harm you, I know how to protect you. I can teach you to survive.”

Raising her gaze, she met his. “What do you get? What will it cost me for your noble gesture? Free labor? Free sex?”

Owen was surprised by the fire and anger in her response. On the plus side, it was a good sign that she could learn and survive. Downside, someone had hurt her, and she’d lost all trust. “All I expect in return is that you respect my home and my friends, that you pick up after yourself, and you do me the courtesy of not stealing anything. You do anything illegal on my property and I’ll personally turn you in. You’re welcome to any food you find in the refrigerator. You can sleep down here or follow me upstairs and sleep on the couch. Upstairs is air-conditioned. My friends will be here at seven in the morning.”

He headed for the stairs at the far side of the barn.

“I can’t pay you.”

Owen turned to face her. “I’m not asking for money. Or free labor. Or sex. I don’t know what scum you’re running from, but I’m not like them. If you want my help, ask.”

ABOUT BERNADETTE JONES

Romantic Suspense Writer, Never Give Up-er,

First Wives Club-er, Lifelong Dream Achiever & Mom

Bernadette Jones has been making up stories since she learned to read on her daddy’s lap. She has imagined casts of characters everywhere she’s called home: Texas, Oregon, Washington, South Dakota, Nebraska, Illinois, Massachusetts, and now New York.

After a career in corporate writing, she’s decided to settle down and put pen to paper doing what she loves. Living the dream in her NYC apartment with her canine companion, she’s bringing her stories and characters to life.

Her heroes have seen the good and experienced the evil in this world, and they aren’t afraid to do what needs to be done. They protect what’s theirs and go to the wall for what they believe.  Loyalty to those they call family is their binding creed. 

They work hard, play hard, love hard. The women who choose them understand who they are, and are strong enough to hold their own.  They too realize…

“We are all of us walking a razor’s edge between darkness and light” ~ Ichabod

Recommended for mature adults 18+, due to language, violence, sex and subjects that may be difficult for some readers. 

Amazon 5 Star reviewer

“If you like your romance with a lot of suspense and a hefty dose of steam, then Lonely Eyes—or really anything by Bernadette Jones—is for you. Jones has an uncanny knack for painting her scenes with an urgency that has the reader at the edge of their seat. Every time I pick up one of her books, I’m sucked immediately into the action and the pages just fly by. Her characters are believably flawed, grow beautifully, and the bedroom scenes are turn-the-fan-on hot.”


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Famous Murders: Nick and Jacklyn by Ann Raina #EroticRomance #BDSM

A killer on the loose, an FBI-agent in love, and a famous actor in danger.

After three murders in the Washington, DC, vicinity, the FBI Agents Hayes and Beckham are assigned to solve the case. Although the murders seem incoherent at first, it becomes clear that there are connections between them. It turns out that the murderer is far from having reached the end of his deadly list.

Aside from the investigation, Agent Hayes has to find a way to get on with his demanding girlfriend and her challenging love games. Can he do both and not lose himself?

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EXCERPT

For a second, Aaron feared Steven would drive on, ignore a man in need, but then the turn signal was on, and the muscle car slowed down to stop behind Aaron’s pick-up truck. Steven let down the driver’s window and stuck out his head.

“Do you need help?” he shouted.

Aaron’s plan collided with his desire to hurt the actor and let him bleed, and for a second, he feared his voice would simply deny the words he had carefully prepared.

“Yes! Oh, I’m so glad you stopped!” Aaron reached the sedan and put a relieved smile on his face. “Steven! Oh, I didn’t expect you here. How fortunate!”

“Yeah, the studio called, and I’m back on my way to New York.”

“Ah!” Aaron swallowed and pointed back to his car. “I picked up a woman a mile down the road, and she…fainted! Imagine that! Now, I wanted to take her to the health clinic, but my car just died. I was lucky to steer it onto the shoulder before the steering wheel locked up.”

“Now, that’s a row of bad luck.” Steven shook his head, amusement in his voice.

Aaron’s fist wanted to punch the smile off his face. He panted and made wide eyes. “Would you mind taking her? I don’t know what she’s got, and I wouldn’t forgive myself if—”

“Yeah, okay. Calm down.” As expected, Steven—sighing as if the worst things on earth only happened to him—opened the door and got out, all manly and confident. “Can’t let you down here, pal?” He smiled engagingly, but he checked his watch a moment later. “I’ll take her. Did you call for a tow truck?”

“No. It just happened a few minutes ago.”

“The woman first, I see.” Steven slapped Aaron’s shoulder like he’d do with a buddy. “You’re a good guy. If you want to, I could take you, too. You know, so you could call from a nicer place than this lonely road. Cell phone might not work around here.” He rounded the large trunk toward the passenger side. “I didn’t see a car on the way so…was she on her way on foot?”

Aaron hadn’t thought of such a question, but quickly said, “Yes, she said she’d walked half a mile maybe until I stopped for her.”

Steven’s voice was full of regret. “People are uncouth and egoistic these days. What if it happened to them?” He had reached the door. “Now, let’s see if I—”

Aaron held the needle to Steven’s neck, right above the leather jacket’s collar and pressed down quickly and forcefully. Steven cried out and fell forward against the window.

“What the fuck—” He turned his head, eyes full of fear and pain. “Aaron, what—” When he reached for something to stop his fall, Aaron was clear-headed to keep him from ripping off the side mirror and guided his fall. Lying on his back, Steven stared at him, shocked. His hands trembled as he tried to grab Aaron’s arm. “What’ve you done to me?” Steven’s voice slurred, but his eyes were still open.

Aaron was anxious to have miscalculated the dose and checked quickly for witnesses, but two cars passed by without slowing down.

“Why you son of a—” The actor’s eyes closed, and his body slackened.

Worth the Wait by Fiona McGier #paranormalromance

Why did I write Worth the Wait?

For the same reason I have so many series’ to my name. I never set out to write a series. I only want to tell a good story of an exciting romance–with naughty bits. Then I get so darned fond of the supporting characters, that I decide that they need to have their HEA also. In this book I tell the story of four romances, so my editor calls it a saga.

When a Wolf Howls came out in February, with two romances–one WW/HM romance, and one BM/BM romance. In my newest book, Worth the Wait, that came out on September 4, the original two romances continue, and there are two new ones–both are BW/WM. I prefer interracial romances.

You don’t have to have read the first book in order to enjoy the second book.  But you might want to read it afterward, to learn how the existing two romances began. In my world, werewolves exist because some people are born with a second being living in their bodies. It takes until adolescence before the second being, the wolf, is strong enough to start talking in the mind of the person whose body it shares.  When the wolf is finally strong enough, it forces the first change on the person–who will now have to learn how to cooperate with their wolf–so that both will be satisfied with how often they get to control the body genetics has forced them to share.

The Northwest Maine Pack is settling down since Diego, the new pack leader, is almost done healing after challenges to his leadership. His wife, Saoirse, presents him with a welcome surprise. John, son of the late pack leader, has headed out to Boston, to live with Freddie, Saoirse’s bestie, whom he met at her wedding to Diego. This leaves a gap in pack security, so Diego asks if anyone from the family of Canadian hunters is willing to fill in for him.

Grant volunteers.  He’s been haunted by the memory of the black she-wolf he saw on the pack grounds. His wolf tells him she is their mate, but he doesn’t even know what she looks like as a human.

Nathan has been without any real love in his life, since his family disowned him years ago, for telling them of his secret duality. But when his wolf senses an unfamiliar she-wolf, and they mate, the next morning, the woman has no memory of anything they did the night before.

Everyone has been waiting a long time for what they want the most. But the path to true love is rarely an easy one. Especially when you are a werewolf.

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About the Author

I sub in high schools during the school year.  Otherwise I’m writing and blogging about my books–and reading.  Not only do I write erotic romance, I love to read it too.

I often read while camping with my long-time HEA.  Our four adult kids sometimes join us. Shinrin-yoku is forest bathing in Japanese, and as long as there’s no snow on the ground, that’s where I’ll be and what I’ll be doing–as often as possible.

I also enjoy sewing–mostly masks these days– crocheting afghans to keep my loved ones warm, and baking–cookies, muffins, and especially pies. I’m known for my never-fail pie crust, so I put the recipe on my website under the pies tab, along with some of my family’s favorites, that I featured in one of my books that had a heroine who baked lots of pies.

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Highland Stone by Sloan McBride #TimeTravel #HistoricalRomance #MFRWAuthor @SloanMcBride1

A mysterious inheritance and magical forces thrust Kara Malone through the ages to the Scottish Highlands of old. There she encounters Alaxandar McLeod, the dark stranger who inhabits her dreams.

Alaxandar leads the charge to learn the truth about the violent raids against his clan. When his horse almost tramples a beautiful stranger, he is beguiled but skeptical. Is she a spy, or worse, a witch come to lure him with her body and distract him from his quest?

With his clan ever leery of Kara’s presence, and the raids intensifying, Alaxandar must decide what is right for his family and his heart. Will Kara choose to stay with the stranger from her dreams made flesh, or the mission she vowed to complete?

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EXCERPT

She held tightly to her grandmother’s fragile hand, her fingers trembling. “The key is hidden with your grandfather’s picture,” Glynnis said with her last breath.

A loud rumbling shifted Kara Malone’s subconscious from that heart-rending scene to one where horses ran full speed, and men screamed. She woke with a start. Fully conscious of her surroundings, she identified the noise as thunder. The fury of the storm rattled the windows.

“Damn.” She swung her legs over the side of the full-sized bed as a bolt of lightning cracked outside. She clutched the edge of the mattress, bowing her head and breathing deeply. Dreams and nightmares had been her constant companions since the age of thirteen. This one shook her more so than usual because it involved not only the wild and handsome warrior, but the last moments with her grandmother, as well.

Pulling on sweats, she went downstairs to quench her thirst and steady her nerves. She headed straight to the antique liquor cabinet and a bottle of Asbach Uralt Brandy. The lining of her throat burned as the alcohol coated it. Her eyes watered.

They weren’t tears. She rarely cried.

She looked out the window. Sheets of rain showered the lawn. Mother Nature’s cleansing.

Clutching the glass, Kara wandered the well-known house in the dark, feeling like an intruder. Without her grandmother, the place would soon be unbearable. No more laughter while making bat-wing cookies for trick-or-treaters. No more hot buttered eggnog with that hint of Rum at Christmastime while wrapping presents in front of the fire.

Lurking on the threshold, she jumped as lightning lit her grandmother’s darkened bedroom. She hadn’t realized she’d come to this room, the sanctuary of her childhood when the nightmares had gotten so awful that she ran to Haskell and Glynnis’ room. They smiled, opening their arms and their hearts to give her peace from the frightening moments. No child should suffer the fear of the unknown alone.

A fluttering motion caught her eye. She turned her head. There was nothing there.

‘Tis the wee fairies ye see, little Kara. They protect the children.’

Glynnis had a story for everything. “There are no children here anymore, Grams.”

In another flash, the portrait of Haskell Malone brightened. Her grandmother’s weak voice echoed in her head. The memory of Glynnis looking so frail and worn lying in the hospital bed caused Kara to take a huge gulp from the tumbler. She hissed as it burned her throat and soothed her nerves.

The amber-colored liquid sloshed onto her hand as she slammed the drink down on the dresser. She licked it off before lifting the cumbersome frame from the wall. First, she lay the frame face down and slid the backer from its tracks. There were no magic keys taped to the cardboard or canvas. “I knew she was pulling my leg,” Kara murmured putting everything back together. She stood the portrait against the wall.

Rain battered the roof and wind bent trees almost in half with its force. Another bright burst of lightning and booming thunderclap caused her to jump.

“Get a grip.”

Nights of little to no sleep were making her hands jittery and her mind foggy. She looked at the frame again. A weird feeling came over her. Something didn’t seem right or was she imagining it? She flipped on the lamp and stared at the ornate, golden, hand-carved filigree on the frame. Glancing at the smiling face of her grandfather, she grumbled. “Do you know something I don’t, Grandpa?”

Kara ran her fingertips along the edges and touched the design until her forefinger scraped against an oddity. Moving closer, she concentrated on that area. She rubbed her thumb over it and pushed. A small gold key popped out of the design.

“Oh my God.”

Why would her grandmother hide the key in such a sneaky way? Glynnis had seemed to have all her faculties still intact before she passed. But surely, the story couldn’t be true.

Shaky fingers lifted the brandy glass. Clan stone, Scotland, myths, and legends. Glynnis loved the fairytales. Ancient Scotland was her favorite subject. She talked about the people with such familiarity. It was like she actually knew them.

“This is ridiculous,” Kara said. Marching over to the closet, she threw open the door and stared into the cluttered space. She pushed into the mess. “I swear the woman was a pack rat. You’d think she’d never heard of the Salvation Army or Goodwill.”

Ten minutes later, in the farthest recesses, her fingers brushed something. Blowing hair out of her eyes, she pulled the ten-by-eight-inch cedar box adorned with Celtic symbols into her lap. She recognized her grandfather’s handiwork in the intricate carvings. A Celtic wooden cross, which hung in the living room above the doorway, had also been hand-carved by Haskell. It was a grand hobby of his. Flipping the box over, she ran her fingers across his initials etched in the corner.

The tiny lock had the same shape as the key. An excitement—or was it fear—gripped Kara’s stomach. The room seemed hotter than before. Standing, she grabbed the dresser to fight off waves of dizziness.

Never drink on an empty stomach.

Crossing the floor, she sat on the edge of the bed and hugged the box to her chest. The combination of alcohol and sleepless nights caused blurry vision and the start of a major headache. She didn’t think she could deal with another shock right now. Placing the key on the chain around her neck, she tucked the box under her arm and went back to bed.

It’ll wait. What was one more day going to matter?

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Sloan McBride is a multi-published author whose books have been reviewed, and featured in RT Book Reviews.  She is a romance author who leans toward the paranormal, adding suspense, and mixing in mythology with her Time Walker Series. She dances through the Highlands, making merry with the clans in The Talisman Trilogy, and turns up the heat in the crazy world of smokejumpers in the Men of Fire Trilogy.

Sloan lives in Illinois with her husband of 39 years and two children who have grown into adulthood. By day she is executive assistant to the majority owner of a dynamic law firm. By night, she puts on her writing persona and creates kick-ass heroines and the tortured men who love them.

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PREORDER: Ulrich (Elementals CT MC) by Alexi Ferreira #ParanormalRomance @alexi_writer

ULRICH (book 1): Elemental’s CT MC

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ULRIC
I wait, and I hang on for years hoping that my mate would come and calm this fury and pain that I carry around, but no, my woman had to be a tease, and instead of calming she has me revved up ready to tear anyone apart that looks at her.
She says that if I want her, I will have to show her that I deserve her.
How the hell do I do that? I’m not the flower and poem type.
ANASTASIA
He thinks that just because he belongs to a badass motorcycle club and is as handsome as sin I would just leave and follow him like a puppy.
Well, he will have to show me that what he says is true, actions talk louder than words and the only actions he has been showing me is of a possessive caveman.

About Alexi Ferreira

Alexi Ferreira, loves the idea of Alpha Men who take charge are possessive and care for their woman.She creates books that take you on an emotional journey whether tears, laughter or just steamy hotness.She loves to connect with readers and interacting with them through social media or even old-fashioned email.She currently lives in Lincoln, United Kingdom.

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Cover Reveal: Tofu Cowboy by Lola West #coverreveal #romancebooks @lolawestromance

TOFU COWBOY (Big Sky Cowboys #1) by Lola West
Release Date: October 8th

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She’s a nude model, and her meaty vegetarian cowboy wants a private session.

Tall, blond, rugged Luke Morgan knows how to handle a herd. He’s everything a cowboy should be – but he still feels like the blond sheep in his family because he’s also a soulful artist with a penchant for veggie lasagna.

Twenty-five year old, blue-haired, buxom, beautician Maddie Richards just moved to Conway, Montana. She’s new to small town life, the gossip and the intimacy. Being open and letting people in isn’t what Maddie does best. On a body positive journey, she’s inspired to model nude for a local drawing class.

From the first minute he sees her, up on the podium modeling, Luke can’t take his eyes off Maddie. Their attraction is magnetic, but Maddie has a secret that could ruin everything.

This sexy, smart, rip roaring good time, gallops with tease and titillation and introduces readers to the entire Morgan tribe, a tight knit family of ripped and rowdy ranchers. When the Morgan’s get together, shenanigans abound. If this is your first foray into the Big Sky Boys Series…well, howdy and welcome to the family!

About the Author:

Lola West is the queen of sweet, smart, silly, sexy romance! She has a PhD in woman’s studies and a flair for the dramatic. She likes cotton candy, astronomy, kitten heels and small town hunks.

Lola is a pen name. The minds behind Lola are just like you – everyday people living regular lives, happy to day dream about sexy men and the sassy women they love. LONG LIVE THE BOOK BOYFRIEND!

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Website: https://www.lolawestromance.com

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Spotlight: Dream (Eternity Fae) by C.A. Heart #FantasyRomance @CAHeart9

 

🖤DREAM🖤

**♡Eternity Fae♡** 

I need to figure out what my powers are, evil is coming and there is no time to spare. Eternity Fae is my home and if they think that they can just take it away they have a surprise coming.
Daughter to a Fairy mother and Gargoyle father that rule the Fae world with their drive for good. Evil will have no chance as my sisters and I will rise up to conquer whatever is coming.

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Fallen Rider (Lost Saxons) by Jessica Ames #MCromance @JessicaAmesAuth 

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Mackenzie is falling for the wrong man. Dane is off-limits and not someone she should be thinking about, but she can’t keep her mind off him. Running out on him after a one-night stand, she hoped she could avoid him, but fate has other ideas. When she’s sent to his clubhouse for her own protection, she’s put front and centre in his world and has no choice but to face up to her feelings.

As Vice President of the Devil’s Dogs, Dane knows dating another club’s princess is a huge no-no. He never expected to fall for Mackenzie, but now he’s tasted her he’s not willing to let her go. When outside forces threaten her club and family, he does the only thing he can to save her. He stands at her side, putting him at odds with his own National Chapter.

It won’t be an easy journey, but Mackenzie and Dane are sure of one thing–they’re not doing this without each other.

 

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

I’m Jessica Ames: author of the Lost Saxons MC series and a number of other romance titles!

I’m a crochet addict and lover of comic book movies (#TeamMarvel).  I live in the Midlands, UK, with my crazy dog and I love creating stories, some of which you’ll find here!

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