Eve Dangerfield has loved romance novels ever since she first swiped her grandmother’s paperbacks. Now she writes her own stories about complicated women and gorgeous-but-slightly-tortured men. Her work has been described as ‘genre-defying,’ ‘insanely hot’ and ‘the defibrillator contemporary romance needs right now’…and not just by herself or those who might need bone marrow…OTHER PEOPLE! She lives in Melbourne with her boy and a bunch of semi-dead plants. She can generally be found making a mess.
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You Can Follow Me
Expected Publication Date: February 28, 2023
Genre: Dark Romance/ Why Choose
For her it was a fling.
After her reputation blows up in New York, Kara takes off for parts unknown, determined to live life one thrill to the next. When a chance encounter with a Navy SEAL leads to the best sex of her life, the promise that it could be something more sends her running.
For them it’s an obsession.
Sexy, brilliant, and lethal, Conor, Micah, and Luke have been best friends since they first joined the SEALS. Until Conor meets a daring redhead and their two-night stand becomes a dangerous obsession. Micah and Luke hatch a plan to convince Conor to move on—but after meeting Kara themselves, all bets are off.
When the three men capture her, she’s forced to confront her feelings—and their anger. But Kara refuses to be anyone’s captive. Though they may dominate her body, she’s determined they’ll never have her heart.
You Can Follow Me is a dark Navy SEAL second chance romance that ends on a cliffhanger. The heroine never has to choose between heroes for her HEA, and the heroes choose her and each other.
Fallen Raven Diana A. Hicks
(Raven Duet, #1)
Publication date: June 21st 2022
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Dark Romance
”This book completely destroyed me in all the best ways! I can’t wait for more” – Amazon Reviewer
I wanted her since the moment I saw her.
I didn’t even care she’d been promised to someone else.
Then we kissed, and I realized I was her first.
A Note from Diana: The Duet is now Complete. Binge Read Today! Fallen Raven is book one in the Raven Duet, which is a standalone romance in the Crime Society World featuring Don Enzo Alfera and Aurora Vitali. This star-crossed lovers romance is about never letting go. Check TW
Technically, I’d never been touched before. I’d never had anyone look at me like this before, let alone kiss me.
“What’s it to you?”
He furrowed his brows and dropped his hands to his sides. He watched me with curiosity as I brought my arms around my belly. Tears stung my eyes because I knew he’d say something cruel again. I knew I was going to have to deal with the fallout come Monday morning. I made to leave, but he blocked me, caging me in again.
“Let me show you how.”
What? As in, teach me? “Why?”
“Because I want to.”
He wanted to kiss me? Or teach me? “Why?”
“Tell me to go to hell.” He unraveled my arms from around my body and brought my palm to his face. “Say the words. Enzo. Go. To. Hell.” He enunciated every word.
The raspy quality of his voice was so sexy and hypnotizing; I wasn’t going anywhere.
“What happens if I do?” I moved my fingers ever so slightly. I was afraid if I did more, he’d shut me out again like before.
“Then you’re free to go.”
Diana A. Hicks is an award-winning author of steamy romantic suspense and science-fiction romance.
When Diana is not writing, she enjoys hot yoga, kickboxing, traveling, and indulging in the simple joys of life like wine and chocolate. She lives in Atlanta and loves spending time with her two children and husband. Connect with Diana on social media to stay up to date on her latest releases.
Rina Kent is an international bestselling author of everything enemies to lovers romance. Darkness is her playground, suspense is her best friend, and twists are her brain’s food. However, she likes to think she’s a romantic at heart in some way, so don’t kill her hopes just yet. Her heroes are anti-heroes and villains because she was always the weirdo who fell in love with the guys no one roots for. Her books are sprinkled with a touch of mystery, a healthy dose of angst, a pinch of violence, and lots of intense passion. Rina spends her private days in a peaceful town in North Africa daydreaming about the next plot idea or laughing like an evil mastermind when those ideas come together.
A three-letter word made me a murderess at the age of eight years. But having experienced the curses of that word, I was done with men as I grew up. All men. Except to outplay them in the New York financial arena. Then Crowned Sex enthroned in gorgeous velvet charm and lustful gallantry storms into my life. Spewing volcanic lava on my monumental arctic ice block. With the unapologetic fierceness of a savage god. Wearing crackling thunderbolts straight from the god Zeus. Explosive has nothing on it.
Adrian isn’t hot, he’s fucking hellish. He embarks on melting my ice block at the speed of lightning. But I was done with men. I was done with sex. For ever. I. Was.
I scented her darkness from the moment I was told about her. The sight of her sealed my decision. She was the woman created for my own darkness. I set off to protect her even from herself. Protect her to claim.
Fuse her darkness with my own. For. Myself. I’d fended women off me with bazookas when I was done but they weren’t. I wasn’t prepared for the battle I soon fought. Not only with her but also with her family. And New York’s billionaire gangsters who own entourages of corrupt cops and politicians. With every battle I won, she started new darker wars around me. You ate or you were eaten. Not even starving was an option.
NOTE: Although the blurb is in the first person, the story of Leo and Adrian is written in the third person. This story contains adult material including explicit sex and violence. You’ve been warned.
He caught both her flying arms, used her momentum to spin her around onto her back on the couch and landed over her.
Smack bang between her legs.
Pinned her hands above her head and every f****** struggle she tried only forced her to rub against his hard body.
Furious, her thighs tensed but with nowhere to go except around his hips. He planned this. She f****** bet he planned this to the last minute detail.
“You double-faced bastard, get off me!”
“No. You put yourself here. Right here under me, Leo.”
“Get the f*** off m—”
He slammed his crotch right against hers and ground in.
She screamed as some unknown force kindled her center and the sensation rushed simultaneously south to her soles and north to her scalp.
She stiffened, trembling. Then whimpered. Then—
Behind the Scenes with Adrian Cranford
The maître d’ ushered her into the enclosed niche at Park Chinois restaurant in Mayfair, and the earth juddered as I got up and buttoned my blazer to offer her my hand.
“Ms Boswell, Mr Cranford,” the maître d’ said and the trillion dollar quaking literally thrust him out.
Leontine Nigella Boswell in the flesh. Her mesmerizing turquoise eyes that I’d traced countless times with my fingers on her stunning images now munched my mouth with an intensity that forced me to lick my lips. As if I readied myself to eat her. My own eyes tore off hers and descended on her fuck-me mouth with another planetary jolt that glued them together.
“Don’t expect anything from me that’ll adequately answer the way you’re looking at me, Adrian Xerxes Cranford.”
Those were the first words she spoke to me. In a voice that made think of taking arms and adorning my military commander uniform to go to war for her. All my adult life I’d fought off women with bazookas when I was done but they weren’t. Now I was ready to go to war for an Adrian goddess I’d worshipped for ever without her proximity.
Bugger me, I thought as her hand left mine, here is magnificent womanhood cloaked in black marble. I felt her darkness claw out of the marble, absorb me and grab inside the even darker abyss within me. Then take root and blossom like a magical flower creating itself for the first time in life’s universe. That darkness slithered into my own darkness and instantly mated. By the time she sat on the chair I held out for her, I knew she was the woman created for my own darkness.
“Give me the inadequate answer, then, Ms Boswell,” I said settling down in my chair opposite her.
“Your uncle, Sir Gordon—”
“Who happens to be your lawyer,” I said to stop that mouth moving for a moment before its movements ruined me. A mistake. Because the planet hadn’t regained its balance yet and forced a gasp from her as she fought not to squirm, her eyes back on my mouth, devouring it.
Watching our mouths in motion was obviously an issue to both of us.
“Yes. He organized this dinner so you can coach me with regard to the City of London. So how many top investors do you know in the World’s Richest Square Mile?”
With every word she spoke, my magical flower opened to full bloom absorbing the blackness in my abyss. Miraculous in its capability to reflect it back. She filled up my inner sight completely with her dazzling darkness. She couldn’t look away, I couldn’t look away, both of our gazes held and locked like two forces with opposing magnets in a tag of war that would never end. Not ever.
“Are you uncomfortable, Leo?” Projection. Fuck, I was uncomfortable and didn’t know where to bloody take it but throw it back at her.
“What?” Her effort to stop our juddering planet brought her eyes back to my mouth. The same omnipotent power slammed my eyes on her mouth.
“That’s not an answer. It’s at best avoidance and therefore an insult to both of us. Since when do you skirt around challenging situations?”
“Fuck you, Mr Cranford.”
“As long as it’s you, Leo, any time.” In my mind’s eye, as I stared at her mouth, I saw her eagerly open it wide for me to fuck it raw and come deep down her throat.
She was too intense to treat this as a quip. I watched her energy whip itself into a coiled tornado speeding towards me, intent on turning me into dust and blowing me off the face of the planet.
“Are you ready for the aperitifs?” the maître d’ asked, back just in time to save my arse. I’d have preferred to have her blow it to hell just to feel that untameable fury of hers on me.
That first close encounter with the goddess I’d worshipped before clapping my eyes on is forever etched in my memory.
To this day, Leo and I are titanic fire and ice. We burn and freeze each other. We destroy and reconstruct each other. We kill and resurrect each other. We fuck like primal beasts and love like demonic gods. In every mood, location or situation, we’re too extraordinary to ever be normal. We’re irreparably damaged. Our story continues to be written.
Adrian set off to protect Leo even from herself. Protect her to claim. Fuse her darkness with his. I feel totally Adrian. I don’t want whatever Leo and I are to be any other way but as is. Neither do I want our story to end although I know it has to, one day.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
AP von K’Ory writes the kind of books she herself would like to read and is passionate about, whether romance, psychological thriller or nonfiction. She is the winner of six awards from four continents, the last one being the Achievers Award for Writer of the Year 2013 in the Netherlands. The Selmere Integration Prize was awarded her in 2014 for her engagement in helping African Women in the Diaspora cope with a variety of domestic and social problems. The Proposal, a short story, won the Cook Communications first prize in 2010 and is published in an American anthology Africa 2012. In 2012, she won the Karl Ziegler Prize for her commitment to bring African culture to Western society in various papers, theses, and lectures. Again in 2012, her book Bound to Tradition: The Dream was nominated for the 2012 Caine Prize by the Author-me Group, Sanford, and in 2013 she was shortlisted for the Commonwealth Writers Prize.
Von K’Ory is married to an aristocrat and politician of Franco-German descent, has a large extended family. She lectures Economics and Sociology in Austria, Germany and Switzerland. She’s migratory and – weather willing – lives in Germany, France, Cyprus, and Greece.
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One brief encounter and Jimena is determined to make Nic his at all costs. He wants him to be completely and utterly at his mercy. But, popular, gorgeous Nic doesn’t see Jimena. He is background material at best. Until Jimena drugs him at a bar and ties him up in his basement. If that didn’t get Nic’s attention, then the dozen or so bodies buried in the basement he’s tied up in does. Nic feeds on souls. They taste better if they are flavored by strong emotion, usually fear or pain. Jimena tastes different. His soul is flavored in obsessive love, focused on Nic. He’s never been loved by someone before, even if it is an unhealthy love and Jimena wants him dead. Not in a hateful way, but in a, I don’t want anyone else to have you, kind of way. If only Nic could convince him to try being a normal boyfriend, he might be able to feed off Jimena’s soul for a few decades. A deadly dance begins. A demon wanting to be loved and a serial killer wanting to kill his lover. If they can find a balance, they might just find they’re perfect for each other.
Nina Schluntz is a native to rural Nebraska. In her youth, she often wrote short stories to entertain her friends. Those ideas evolved into the novels she creates today.
Her husband continues to ensure her stories maintain a touch of realism as she delves into the science fiction and fantasy realm. Their three cats are always willing to stay up late to provide inspiration, whether it is a howl from the stray born in the backyard or an encouraging bite from the so called “calming kitten.”
From Lacee Hightower comes a new serial killer dark romance novel!
My God, my forgiving God, why have you deserted this man who is so loving, so caring, and so generous? Why have you abandoned, betrayed, destroyed, and left him broken, bitter, and riddled with guilt? Grant mercy to this beautiful, tormented soul. Release him from this resentment and vengeance. Free his heart to love again. Forgive his sins of blood and lead him from the pathway of the forsaken.
This connection between us was instant, eerily so. He set my body on fire, devoured me with his dark pleasures, and led me into a chilling territory of evil wrongdoings and burning passion. He had the power to seduce me, control me, and chew up my heart and spit it right back out at my feet without an ounce of remorse.
I should have loathed Derek Kinnard and his vile, unforgivable, forbidden acts. Thoughts of any future with this vengeful man were preposterous, unethical, and against everything I’d ever believed in. When he claimed that we were nothing more than an insurmountable disaster, I should have run and never looked back. But I couldn’t stay away. He was my addiction. He triggered parts of me that I’d kept locked and hidden, and taught me a whole new side to passion, love, and life. When the two of us were together, we were driven by our need and my heart didn’t seem to care about what he’d done in the past.
True love is taking the good with the bad, the darkness with the light, the dirty with the untainted, and never forsaking those who mean the most. The more Derek Kinnard tells me to walk away, the more I seem to persevere.
Some risks are worth taking, and some secrets simply worth keeping hidden…
“Who are they?” I spit out. “The men in the pictures?”
“Not your concern.”
“And why does it smell like something was just burning in here?”
“I don’t smell a damn thing.”
My belly twists and turns as he glowers at me with a cold, empty expression that looks like a death stare. I attempt a step forward, but before I manage, his hands are around my neck and he’s pushed me against the wall with such a force that one of the family portraits falls to the ground and shatters.
“I could snap this beautiful neck in the blink of a goddamned second,” he says in a tone laced with pure evil. “Paralyze you, or worse.” He releases the firm hold around my throat but keeps his body against mine.
“You’re insane,” I say shakily, while fear prickles through my body. “One minute you’re touching me and the next you’re threatening me. You aren’t right in the head, Derek. Clearly.”
“My sanity isn’t any concern of yours, and you’re correct. I owe you an apology for taking this somewhere I shouldn’t have. Now do yourself a favor and go home. Forget you met me. And if you’re as smart as you come across, then you will forget everything you just saw.”
Panting, I push at his chest. “Gladly. Just move and I’ll be gone.” I take a step toward the open door, then stop for another second. “And you know what? To hell with you! I don’t know what kind of evildoing you’re involved in, but I’m certain of one thing. You’re no different than you were back then.”
He glares at me with an unyielding coldness, like I’m the antichrist while he willingly holds the door open.
“Silence is always golden, Ms. Hunt. And one is smarter to remain mum than to risk being a victim.”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Lacee Hightower is an American writer and romance novelist who loves all books dark and dirty and refers to her style as dark sexy romance. Living in the Dallas/Fort Worth Metroplex, she describes herself as a foodie that can’t cook, a large lover of fashion and SHOES, and an enormous hopeless romantic. Since she was old enough to know what the word meant, she loved the whole concept of romance and happy endings. Even though she has always enjoyed writing, life got in the way, and she never really thought of pursuing it seriously until she decided to write her first book after both her children were grown in 2017. Since that time, she has won two Readers’ Choice Awards from Evernight Publishing and had three books hit the best seller list. Now with a nice glass of wine in hand, or not, she is learning to love bringing the characters in her head to life on paper for those who enjoy peeking into another world.
But I’ve heard the whispers. The rumors. The stories about him being as cruel as his father. Maybe even worse.
They say his presence wraps around your throat whenever he enters a room. And that’s exactly what I feel the moment he walks into the diner where I work, and I hear people breathe out his name.
Alexius Del Rossa.
They call him the crown prince of the Dark Sovereign—a society of men who own everything but the weather in this town.
Men say he has ice in his veins, and women talk about the corrupted heart in his chest. He’s the kind of man you pray never to cross paths with. The kind of man a girl like me has no chance of surviving.
But while his eyes trap mine, and his magnetism touches my skin, I’m unable to move when he forces me into a corner and hands me an envelope.
It’s an offer.
One I can’t refuse.
See, I have nothing. No family. No friends. No home.
Published by Changeling Press Cover Art by Bryan Keller Release Date: April 15, 2022
Raina — A man took me from my home in Tahiti when I was only five. They called it an adoption, but I know the truth. My parents sold me pure and simple. My life has been one nightmare after another, a living hell that I can’t escape. When my owner gives me as payment to Feliks Sobol, I think it’s just like any other time. But it’s not. He’s different. Under the darkness and danger, there’s a tenderness I’ve never experienced. I want him. I shouldn’t, but I do. He might be the one who ends up breaking me.
Feliks — I’m the monster in the shadows, the man everyone fears. I’ve done unspeakable things, and I will do them again without a hint of remorse. I’m Bratva, born and bred. Hard. Unyielding. Yet when I’m around Raina, there’s another side of me that emerges. One that’s weaker. Wanting her could get me killed. Yet I can’t let her go. Until my brigadier demands I choose. Raina, or the woman I wish to marry. I decide to hold on to the power I’ll gain by marrying Natalia Gorev. I didn’t realize it was too late. Raina is already under my skin, and when she’s taken, I know I’ve made the wrong choice. I’ll bathe the city in blood if that’s what it takes to get her back. I only hope she can forgive me.
WARNING: This is a dark romance suitable for those 18+ and contains strong language, graphic violence, sexual situations, human trafficking, and a dark undertone that some may find objectionable.
“Too late.” Feliks snarled at him. “You offered a payment. I accepted. On my terms. Gave her a thorough fucking, and I don’t like condoms.”
My heart hammered in my chest. Jesus. If he didn’t like condoms, had he just given me something? When he’d asked about me being clean, I hadn’t considered he wouldn’t be. Not that it mattered. My refusal wouldn’t have ended well. I knew if I contracted a disease, Gary would sell me off to a brothel and wash his hands of me. And it wouldn’t be an upscale place. No, he’d dump me in the worst whorehouse he could find.
“Mr. Sobol, I’ll need to be compensated. She’ll need the morning-after pill, and…” Feliks lunged at him and I fell to the floor without the support of his body. I watched in horror as Feliks threw Gary into the wall, the plaster cracking. Seeing the violence he was capable of reminded me he was no less a monster than the man who had bought me.
“Morning-after pill?” Feliks asked, his voice almost deadly. “She’s not protected against pregnancy, but you whore her out?”
“I’ll take care of it! I promise, Mr. Sobol. Please, don’t kill me,” Gary begged and blubbered.
Feliks stalked back over to me, wrapped his hand around my throat, and lifted me to my feet. My heart raced, and I wrapped a hand around his wrist, hoping he wasn’t about to strangle me. He pressed his fingers to the pulse point in my throat, a smile ticking up the corner of his lips. “So frightened, lastachka. I could snap your neck. Or maybe I could just fuck you again. The damage is done already.”
At that moment, I knew what choice I needed to make. It was the only one that would ever free me. I tried to swallow, but his grip tightened. “Do it,” I said, my voice almost a whisper.
His brow furrowed, and he squeezed tighter.
“Kill me, Feliks. Make it end.”
“You want to die, lastachka?”
“Yes.” I felt a tear slip down my cheek. Then another. “Death would be kinder than living.”
He growled, lifting his lip in a snarl. Leaning in closer, I felt the heat of his breath against my face. “You wish to die? What if instead I take you with me? Every time you utter such foolishness, I spank you, then fuck you.”
“Not foolish.” How could he understand? I doubted he’d ever been owned, humiliated, treated like trash. His grip was tight enough now that black dots swam across my vision.
I felt my body grow heavy, and then everything went dark.
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