From USA Today Bestselling author Misty Walker, comes a virgin hero, brotherโs best friend, MC romance.
After serving twenty years behind bars for killing Talynnโs brother, Colton returns to Diamond, Texas.
But things have changed. Talynnโs a deputy for the Sheriffโs Department, and Colton, who now goes by Crow, is the newest member of the Diamond Kings MC.
With the weight of the law behind her, Talynn sets out to make Crowโs life a living hell in hopes of driving him out of town. The memories of that fateful day are still too raw, too painful.
One way or another, he needs to go.
Crowโs willing to take Talynnโs wrath; he deserves every bit of it. But not for the reasons she thinks, and now, itโs time to make things right. Especially if thereโs a way to get Talynnโs beautiful brown eyes to look at him with something other than disdain.
Is it possible that everything Talynn thought she knew was wrong?
Crow’s Scorn is part of The Diamond Kings MC, a collection of novels written by some of your favorite authors. Come along with us as we take these MC brothers on the ride of their lives.
I am no longer the stray he picked up off the street. I amโฆHis Wife.
Alexius Del Rossa made me an offer I couldnโt refuse.
A temporary arrangement. One that would benefit us both.
Be his wife for six months so he can solidify his legacy, and I walk away with the security of having the Del Rossa name.
Now I realize that itโs no longer that simpleโnot while his every command bends my will and entices me to obey.
Weโve become each otherโs poisonโa toxic mix of his wicked touch and my dark desires.
By day Iโm the woman who walks by his side, and by night Iโm the toy who kneels at his feet.
Heโs given me a taste of how it feels to indulge without limits, a glimpse of what life would be like as the queen of his empire.
But I canโt ignore the warnings. The subtle stir of whispers that nothing is as it seems.
Even though Alexius helped me conquer my demons onceโฆIโm afraid my husband might just be the real monster I should fear.
โ โ โ โ โ Alexius Review from TDC Book Reviews – โThis was a highly entertainingand addicting story that kept me on the edge of my seat throughout.โ
โ โ โ โ โ Alexius Review from caffe.and.books – โIntense, wicked and suspenseful goodness, I couldnโt read it fast enough yet I didnโt want it to end.โ
Let’s see…where to begin… I’m inching up on the BIG 4-0. The gray hairs are doubling what seems like daily, and the wrinkles and laugh lines are more pronounced than ever. I have an amazing husband (Married just over 15 years.) We have two boys we’re doing our best to raise as respectful gentleman. I have a master’s degree in criminal justice which I used to work as a juvenile probation office until deciding to write full-time in June of 2019. So that means there’s usually always some criminal/law element to my novels. If I’m not writing; I’m reading. My favorite genres recently are bully/reverse harem and enemies to lovers. Maybe I’m reliving my traumatic teen years through the girls who actually end up with the boys. (Not that I would change my history since it’s gotten me exactly where I need to be!) I love coffee. I miss carbs. Music is LIFE. I try not to be too serious.
Emily Saturnโs world is spinning out of control. When she isnโt working on an impossible lawsuit, sheโs trying to avoid her soon-to-be ex-husband, Bobby March. But Bobby is determined to prove to Emily that he can be the man she deserves and has a very creative plan to win her back.Fans of Christina Lauren and Sally Thorne will love Escape Girl, a spicy second chance romance. “The love story itself is stirring and emotional, and Emily and Bobbyโs second chance feels well-earned.”—Publishers Weekly review for Escape Girl
BlurbEmily Saturnโs world is spinning out of control. An intellectual property lawyer, sheโs gone rogue from her firm, dealing with a major lawsuit against a predatory software companyโs CEO pro bono. When she isnโt looking for elusive evidence she can useโlegally, of courseโsheโs trying to avoid her soon-to-be ex-husband, Bobby March.After their whirlwind courtship and wedding, Bobby canโt pinpoint what went wrong between them. Heโs been working for months on his new career and personal growth, determined to be the man his wife deserves. Desperate to get her attention, Bobby invites Emily to a series of individually designed virtual escape rooms, each one a moment from their love story. Hopefully, the sexy, romantic trip down memory lane will rekindle their intense connectionโand clue him in on how to fix this.Emily has never been able to resist a puzzle. Or, frankly, Bobby. The more she interacts with her husband online, the more she wants to see him again in person. Which is beyond stupid because Emily knows heโs wrong for her. Right?
Copyright 2022 Michelle DaytonOne Year AgoThe painting was so ludicrous that I chewed the inside of my top lipโhard enough that the next sip of gin was going to sting. But if I didnโt control my mouth, it was going to shape itself into a judgy, bitchy smirk at our poor hostessโs expense.The painting was of a womanโs back, butt, and legs as she lounged on a blue velvet settee. It didnโt reveal any part of the subjectโs face. But it was clearly supposed to be Selma. Selma was a big fan of strapless gowns and asymmetrical shirts. The triangle of small moles on her left shoulder blade was as familiar to me as the shade of dark pink lipstick always highlighting her formidable lips. The woman in the painting sported an identical isosceles mole triangle, as well as a spill of hair in a variety of blonde shades ranging from honey to platinum. Iโd once heard Selma boast that it took three colorists four hours every six weeks to keep her signature blend of hair colors perfect.I cocked my head as my eyes traveled to the problematic part of the woman in the painting. She may have had Selmaโs geometric moles and she may have had Selmaโs intricate hair. The ass, howeverโฆโDo you think this painting is a prophecy?โ A question spoken so low that only I could hear.I snapped my gaze away from the paintingโs exquisite ass and looked up in surprise at the man suddenly next to me. โHuh?โ I didnโt recognize him, but that wasnโt surprising as Iโd only been back in the Bay Area for a couple of weeks.I would have remembered him if Iโd seen him before. He was one of those unmistakable people. (Us generic-looking people often resent his kind.) He was probably mid-thirties, over six feet tall with thick, golden hair, grown at a shaggy length that would look stupid on most men, but it decidedly did not look stupid on him. He was tan like heโd just come back from a beach vacation, and he had deep smile lines around his eyes and mouth. They were crinkled now around his bright blue eyes.My own were crinkled too, not with mirth but with confusion. โA prophecy?โโA prophecy is a prediction, a forecast,โ he began, eyes twinkling. Was he teasing or mansplaining?โYes, I know what a prophecy is,โ I said. Snapped, really. Iโd been around at enough of these nights to be familiar with the typical male attendees. The men near my age usually fell into particular categories: boastful start-up tech founders, schmoozy sales and marketing execs, and lots of โI know everythingโ lawyers. Most of them treated these nights like networking events or auditions for a TED Talk instead of parties.Iโd been so dreading my possible seating partners for dinner that Iโd snuck into the dining room to see the place cards when we first arrived. Thank God I was seated next to my father.โExcellent.โ He waved his negroni toward the painted naked lady. โSo I was just wondering if this painting is a heads-up from our hostess about certain impending changes.โOh. The mischief in his voice made my lips twitch. Heโd been teasing, then. This wasnโt some stuffy ibanker or insufferable crypto bro. Inexplicably, this was someone fun.I raised an eyebrow at him and spoke softly. โMeaning, Selma wants everyone to know that sheโll soon be getting butt implants?โHe grinned down at me, almost with relief, as though heโd been hoping to find someone snarky. โPerhaps the buttock augmentation is already complete.โ He pointed directly below the painting. I hadnโt noticed the blue velvet settee against the wall, an identical twin to the one in the portrait. โPerhaps sheโll settle herself right there later and let us compare art to reality.โIt was just too perfect of an image: ludicrous, of course, but if Selma had one too many negronis, you could almost see it happening. Oh God, please let that happen. Iโd suffer through twelve boring dinner parties if Selma would cross that bizarre, hilarious line.A significant snort-laugh erupted from my nose before I could stop it. โSorry,โ I gasped.His answering laugh was deep and delighted. โDonโt be. I love it when people snort when they laugh. Itโs literally one of my favorite things in life.โ Well, I loved when people got tears in their eyes at the smallest of chuckles, and right now, there was a sheen of moisture covering his.โI donโt know you, and I usually know everyone at these things,โ he said, like an invitation.Sigh. Now I would introduce myself, and he would get that look in his eye when he realized who my father was.I opened my mouth, but to my surprise, he cut me off. โSo I asked four different people here who you were and what youโre like.โMy mouth closed abruptly. Why would he do that? Also, I could guess what the four people had said, and they were all sure to be wrong. I swallowed a sigh. โOh?โ This encounter had started so fun. Now I wondered how soon I could excuse myself.He took a slow sip. โYouโre Sven Saturnโs daughter.โ Yep. For the entirety of my life, that would be the firstโand sometimes the onlyโthing most people cared about. โYouโre intensely smart and have some sort of big, important job.โ OK, he totally embellished that point. Iโm sure whoever he talked to actually just used the word workaholic. To be fair, that was also correct. Work was my place, my cathedral, my sports arena. Work was home.He cocked his head. โAnd youโre very quiet and sweet.โOf course thatโs what they said. Quiet was correct; sweet was not. But when youโre a little shy with a heart-shaped face and round eyes, people always make the leap to sweet. In actuality, Resting Bitch Face would have suited my internal personality much better. Iโm sure people were trying to be kind, but why is sweet a good thing to call someone? In our hyperaggressive, competitive world, who the hell wanted to be sweet?To the man beside me, I ducked my chin. โWell, that was nice of them.โ Where was the tray of negronis? Maybe Iโd survive this night with a nice little buzz. Or maybe I could put on headphones and go into another room on the pretense of taking a call. I had Netflix on my phone.His blue eyes were so bright. โItโs bullshit though, right?โHis gaze and forthright tone gave me a buzz that had nothing to do with gin. He tapped his temple. โThereโs a lot going on in there, but Iโm guessing that very little of it is sweet.โCorrect. Either he was extremely astute orโฆ โIs this your schtick?โ I retorted. โFind the quiet girl in the room and make her feel like sheโs some sort of secret badass that only you can see?โHe laughed. Hard. A surprised, loud, genuinely elated laugh. I did that, I thought proudly.โWho are you?โ he asked, and suddenly his blue eyes wereโฆintense.The direct stare right at me, the timbre of his voice, the way he drew a microinch closer. My skin went warm from head to toe and my pulse went thud, Thud, THUD.I swallowed, and his gaze went to my throat and back to my eyes. He leaned even closer, then apparently realized that was not dinner-party-appropriate, so he backed up so quickly he banged into someone behind him. A slight flush crawled up his jaw as he recovered, but his embarrassment didnโt make him look away or change the intensity of his expression.Did I do that to him? I wasnโt the kind of woman that made men clumsy, but I could sense it. He felt the thud, Thud, THUDDING too.โIโm Emily,โ I managed, remembering to offer a hand.His warm hand took hold of mine, not like a greeting shake, but as if he intended to keep it.
About Michelle Dayton There are only three things Michelle Dayton loves more than sexy and suspenseful novels: her family, the city of Chicago, and Mr. Darcy. Michelle dreams of a year of world travel โ as long as the trip would include weeks and weeks of beach time. As a bourbon lover and unabashed wine snob, Michelle thinks heaven is discussing a good book over an adult beverage.
Every woman in my life has let me down, hurt me, or abandoned me. Which is why the only female I hold close to my heart is Hallieโ my daughter.
But being a single father comes with certain challenges, so I hire a nanny.
Someone who can do her hair, tell her stories, and be the motherly figure she doesnโt have.
When Mia starts, I know sheโll be perfect, but I have to keep her at arm’s length. I tell myself itโs because I donโt know how to fix her broken soul from the past sheโs so desperate to hide, but in reality, itโs more.
The way I feel about her scares me. Sheโs beautiful, feisty, and so incredibly kind.
Although I try to deny it, I can feel myself falling for her. And when our pasts collide with the present, we have no choice but to face our demons together and fight.
Will I be able to finally put my fears aside and find true happiness?
Author Note – This book is part of the Beautifully Brutal Series, which are all Interconnected. While each book is about a different couple, they have connected themes and it’s advised the series is read in release order. But they can be enjoyed as standalones. Trust in Me is a dark romance which features scenes that may be triggering for some people. For more details please contact emmalunaauthor@gmail.com
Emma Luna is a USA Today Bestselling dark romance author from the UK. In a previous life she was a Midwife and a Lecturer, but now she listens to the voices in her head and puts pen to paper to bring their stories to life. In her spare time, when she should be sleeping, she also loves to edit, proofread, and format books for other amazing authors.
Emmaโs books are dark, dangerous, and devilishly sexy. She loves writing about strong, feisty, but underestimated women, and the cocky, dirty-mouthed men they bring to their knees.
When Emma isnโt writing, promoting, or editing books she can be found napping, colouring in adult colouring books, and collecting novelty notebooks. She also enjoys coffee and gossiping with her mum, playing or having hugs with her gorgeous nephew, who is the light of her life, stealing her parents dog Hector, and curling up on the sofa to watch a film with Mr Luna. Oh and for those of you that donโt know, Emma is a hardcore Harry Potter fanโTeam Ravenclaw!!
Thank you for taking a chance on a crazy Brit and the voices inside her head. That makes you a true LUNAtic now too!
My life was a nightmare wrapped in dark secrets. Separated from my sister at an early age, I was surrounded by twisted depravity that threatened to tear me apart. After losing everything and everyone I loved, I was cast out into a world I wasnโt prepared for. The Death Hounds saved my daughter from a life of misery and through them, I was reunited with her.
He saw the darkest parts of my soul and embraced them, offering me love and support unlike anything Iโd ever experienced. He knew some of my secrets, but there were still dangers lurking in the shadows. He had his own demons that called him into the darkness, but together, we fought the darkness and began to build a future.
When faced with a vile monster from my past, I used the strength he gave me and fought to survive. My saviors on steel horses came to my rescue, but this time, a Death Hound was caught in the crossfire. Would the club still support me, or would they cast me back into a life of isolation?
With darkness closing in again, the only one who could protect me was the man who held my heart, and would destroy the world, just to see me smile. But when the truth is finally revealed, would he still be standing by my side, or would my daughter and I have to face the world alone?
H.J. Marshall began her love of reading and writing at an early age and has always dreamed of being a writer full-time. A nomadic youth exposed her to different perspectives of life, community, and culture, resulting in a lifelong love of food, music, and history. When she is not writing, she enjoys the music of all generations and genres, writing full-time, and living in her quiet cabin in the woods. Currently landlocked, H.J. dreams of her beach house, salty air, and a life filled with laughter.
From USA Today bestselling author Nikki Landis comes a new standalone MC romance and the first book in the Devilโs Murder MC series.
Crow, son of the former president of the Devilโs Murder MC, is determined to avenge his fatherโs death and repair the broken club left behind. Bad blood, bitter memories, and a territory feud decades in the making threaten to tear apart everything his father built. He might have left town to escape his past, but now thereโs no choice. Heโs determined to return and take his place among his brothers, even if they donโt want his leadership.
He didnโt forget what it means to live by the cut. The brotherhood is all he knows. Itโs all he cares about since learning of his fatherโs murder: that and revenge.
Crow has a hell of a lot to prove, and it canโt come at a worse time. Stopping at a bar on the way back to reclaim his position in the club, he encounters a pretty petite redhead in a whole heap of trouble. His protective instincts kick in, and now heโs got more problems than he can handle.
Crow canโt resist helping out a woman in need, but this spitfire is way more trouble than he anticipates. Bellaโs searching for her missing sister and desperate for help, even if that means bargaining with a dangerous biker. For reasons Crow canโt quite figure out, she makes him feel like a goddamn hero, like a man who can live inside the law instead of out of it.
Now thereโs a rival club on their heels and innocent lives on the line. Taking her back to the clubhouse for protection sparks a whole shitstorm Crow doesnโt need. Bella insists heโs the only hope for finding her sister, and time is running out.
Nobody messes with this feisty redhead. And nobody threatens the Devilโs Murder because the club protects their own. Whatever the cost. Thereโs a reason the club is called a murder, and their bikes ride on the dark wings of circling crows. Itโs an omen of impending death. No enemy can outrun the Devilโs Murder.
CROW is a full-length, standalone bad boy romance. Youโll love this heart-pounding first book in the Devilโs Murder MC featuring take-charge bikers who adore and fiercely protect their women. CROW has no cheating, no cliffhanger, plenty of heat, and a guaranteed HEA along with a slight paranormal twist.
Nikki Landis is the USA Today & International Bestselling, Multi-Award-Winning Author of over 50 romance novels in the MC, reverse harem, paranormal, dystopian, and science fiction genres. Her books feature deadly reapers, dark alpha heroes, protective shifters, and seductive vampires along with the feisty, independent women they love. There’s heart-throbbing action on every page as well as fated mates and soul bonds deep enough to fulfill every desire.
As Vice President of the Manchester chapter of the Untamed Sons, I have one jobโto stand at my presidentโs side. Thatโs what Iโve done since we came here to expand our territory. Iโm always on the lookout for trouble, but I never expected to find her in a casino in my home patch. She looked sweet, innocent, then she took me for everything I had. Iโm a gambling man but that night I played my cards wrong and lost. I never expected to see her again, but when she turns up at the clubhouse telling me her life is in danger I have to put our past behind to save her.
Elyse
Robbing a member of an MC isnโt my smartest plan, but Iโm desperate. The man I owe money to is escalating. Heโs forcing me to do things I would never have thought possible before this happened to keep me and my brother safe. Now Iโm staring at a positive pregnancy test, wondering if the only person who can fix all of this is the man whose baby Iโm carryingโthe man I robbed.
Jessica Ames lives in a small market town in the
Midlands, England. She lives with her dog and when sheโs not writing,
sheโs playing with crochet hooks.
Sheโs the only woman heโs ever loved. Heโs the only man sheโll ever want.
When the woman he loves is hurt due to his actionsโฆ Mayhem is born.
Joining the Fury Vipers MC was supposed to be a new beginning with the woman he loved, but it turned into something much worse
Heโs fighting a war with his inner demons. Heโs determined to win and be with his woman.
She wants the life sheโs always dreamed of. He wants her safeโฆ
Effiemia Ryan knew that Benjamin was the man sheโd spend the rest of her life with at a young age. But those dreams of hers vanished the day he joined the club.
Her world comes crashing down when he walks away.
But safety is never assured and for Effie, itโs not Mayhemโs enemies that want her deadโฆ itโs her own.
Mayhem by Author Brooke Summers will go LIVE in 5 days! ๐๐๐ง ๐ฝ๐๐๐ช๐ฉ๐ฎ, ๐๐ค๐ฎ๐๐ก๐ฉ๐ฎ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ค๐ซ๐ ๐ผ๐ง๐ ๐๐๐๐ฉ ๐๐ ๐พ๐ง๐๐ซ๐๐จโฆ
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