I’ve always known where I belong. I was born to wear the Dirty Soul patch. Club life is the only life I’ve ever wanted. The President, Jimmer Carson, raised me like a son, and he trusted me with his family.
My loyalty to him and the Souls is unbreakable.
When tragedy strikes our club, the life I thought I knew is thrown into turmoil. Loyalties are questioned, bonds are severed, and rules are broken.
For the first time in my life, I feel lost
She’s a complication I shouldn’t pursue. Far too perfect to be mine. But I fear she could also be the missing part of my Lost Soul.
Lost Soul is the first book in the Dirty Souls MC series.
***Warning***
Lost Soul and all future books in the Dirty Souls MC series are all a work of fiction. Due to the nature of the series you should expect to come across subject matter that some readers may find disturbing.
Emma Creed lives in England and enjoys behaving like a princess to her extremely tolerable husband all whilst raising 3 boys and mini princess in the making.
When she isn’t entertaining the voices in her head, she spends her free time with a glass of white wine and a good book. Emma has been an avid reader since she was a little girl and with a little encouragement to take the leap into writing, she discovered that she loved it.
When she isn’t locked in her writing cave making up stories she can be found chatting on social media and wasting hours scrolling through TikTok.
K.L. Savage decided they were tired of looking for the kind
of books they wanted to read. They had an itch that needed to be scratched, and
as every girl knows, nothing scratches better than an alpha.
They write about gritty, alpha males, sometimes their dark sides, and the women
they love.
If you have the same itch, their alpha males should fix that.
Hi guys. I’m Skye, a paranormal and contemporary romance author from rainy Northern England. I write Paranormal romance as Skye Jones, and steamy dark romance as S.R. Jones.
The one thing my books in both genres have in common are gritty themes, and alpha heroes who are damaged but oh-so-redeemable!
When I’m not writing, I’m either walking my dogs, drinking coffee, or watching my fave TV shows such as The Sopranos, McMafia, and Little House on the Prairie, yep I have eclectic taste!
BADASS MC COVER REVEAL! How HOT is the cover of Forsaking All Others by Janine Infante Bosco? Get your hands on it when it releases March 4th. Cover Design: Cosmic Letterz Photography: Reggie Deanching @ RplusM Photography Model: Shawn Joseph
BLURB: Greed. Power. Sin. It all comes with the gavel. Blurs the lines between church and state. But the Knightdale Charter of the Satan’s Knights MC is my life. And I’d do anything for this club. Like letting the best woman I ever had slip through my fingertips. A sinfully beautiful spitfire, she’s my better half in every way. My twin flame. My everything. My biggest regret. But there’s no making things right between us. Because I’m the reason she’s alone yet again. And if our past wasn’t enough to put out the fire in her soul, my crimes certainly will be. About JanineJanine Infante Bosco lives in New York City, she has always loved reading and writing. When she was thirteen, she began to write her own stories and her passion for writing took off as the years went on. At eighteen, she even wrote a full screenplay with dreams of one day becoming a member of the Screen Actors Guild. Janine writes emotionally charged novels with an emphasis on family bonds, strong willed female characters, and alpha male men who will do anything for the women they love. She loves to interact with fans and fellow avid romance readers like herself. She is proud of her success as an author and the friendships she’s made in the book community but her greatest accomplishment to date would be her two sons Joseph and Paul.
RELEASE BLITZ Title: Savage Ruler Series: Sinfully Savage #1 Author: Kristen Luciani Genre: Dark Arranged Marriage Mafia Romance Release Date: February 4, 2021
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My Fiancé Is The Anti-Prince Charming…
Mateo Villani is darkness wrapped in Armani. He’s a six-foot tall, ruggedly-handsome savage, a notorious gangster who’s bedded half of Manhattan…and now he’s my fiancé.
My father betrayed me, signing my life away to the cocky bastard whose personality is colder than a block of ice. Mateo crushed my ambitions when he slid his ring onto my finger. He stole my life away and now he’s determined to mold me into a dutiful mob wife.
But I have news for him.
I obey no one.
As the days pass, I am more and more determined to hate him, to resist the deviant fantasies that swirl through my mind when he’s near. But before long, I can’t live without the bound wrists, his rough hands, and sinful body.
I find myself longing for him…and his punishment.
I despise my fiancé.
But it doesn’t stop me from craving him even more.
SAVAGE RULER is the first book in the SINFULLY SAVAGE series by USA Today Bestselling Author Kristen Luciani. This Dark Italian / Irish Arranged Marriage Mafia Romance is a standalone suspense novel, complete with a guaranteed HEA and no cliffhangers. Blazing hot bedroom scenes with a little bit of kink are intended for mature readers only!
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“I…I didn’t want his hands.” She pauses, biting down hard on her lower lip. “I wanted yours.” “Do you think you deserve them after that?” I press my forehead against hers, her lips close enough for me to bite. She pauses for a split second then nods. “I told you I’d bring you here tonight to show you what happens when you disobey me. Now you’ve let someone else touch you, which is even worse.” My pulse throbs against my throat, adrenaline flooding my insides. So much control, lost in a goddamn hot second. These are my fucking rules, nobody else’s! My skin crawls with the knowledge that the curves of her body were just worshipped by another pair of hands. An overwhelming urge to go back into that room and strangle that guy takes hold, and the only thing that keeps me rooted to this spot is Heaven and her wide-eyed stare. “Nobody touches what’s mine. Do you understand that? I don’t fucking share…ever.” Her hands travel down the sides of my torso as she nods. “Okay.” “No wife of mine will ever disobey me,” I hiss. “Or there will be consequences.” “Are you going to punish me now?” she says in a sultry tone. “Because if you don’t, I have to warn you…I might keep being bad…”
Kristen Luciani is a USA Today bestselling romance author and coach with a penchant for stilettos, kickboxing, and grapefruit martinis. As a deep-rooted romantic who loves steamy, sexy, and suspense-filled stories, she tried her hand at creating a world of enchantment, sensuality, and intrigue, finally uncovering her true passion. Pun intended…
She’s Mesmerized Me For Decades From Afar… My mission is to rescue the Zoe Diego, a famous Latino pop star who went missing fourteen months ago. I already know about her. She’s my favorite entertainer and her voice hypnotized me since my early twenties. I underrated her beauty from afar. Stunning doesn’t come close. But she’s sassy. I give it back to her as good as she gives it to me. And the angst between us only creates a deeper craving to make her mine. The Global Leaders have forced themselves upon her, stealing her choices, and making her their slave in more ways than one. They will do anything to get her back. So I’ll risk everything I’ve worked for and my life, to navigate the jungle and save her.
(Haze of Obedience is the third jaw dropping installment in the Behind Closed Doors series. Each novel is a stand-alone regarding the HEA of the couple, but the plot develops with each story. This steamy series is for mature readers only and is best if read in order. This series may contain situations that may be sensitive for some readers. Trigger Warning: This book may trigger sexual abuse survivors (no descriptive rape scenes) and those struggling with drug addiction.)
Maggie Cole is committed to bringing her readers alphalicious book boyfriends. She’s been called the “literary master of steamy romance.” Her books are full of raw emotion, suspense, and will always keep you wanting more. She is a masterful storyteller of contemporary romance and loves writing about broken people who rise above the ashes. She lives in Florida near the Gulf of Mexico with her husband, son, and dog. She loves sunshine, wine, and hanging out with friends. Her current series were written in the order below: All In (Stand alones with entwined characters) It’s Complicated (Stand alones with entwined characters) Together We Stand (Brooks Family Saga – read in order) Coming January 5, 2021: Behind Closed Doors (Read in order) Coming April 1, 2021: Mafia Wars
RELEASE BLITZ Title: With This Ring Series: To Have and To Hold Duet #1 Author: Natasha Knight Genre: Dark Mafia Romance Release Date: February 2, 2021
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When I rescued Scarlett De La Cruz from her tower it’s not like her prospects were looking so great. You’d think she’d show a little gratitude. Thank me for putting my ring on her finger and marking her as mafia property. My property. I’ll keep her safe. And the trade-off isn’t so bad. Most women would jump at the chance to sleep in my bed. Not Scarlett, though. My Cartel Princess has a big mouth and an even bigger attitude. But it’s her furious caramel eyes that keep me coming back for more. That and the way her body bends to mine like it already knows it belongs to me. Scarlett is my enemy. She’s also the one woman I can’t keep my hands off. But if I don’t keep my head on straight, everything I’ve worked for all these years will have been for nothing.
Lace falls across my face. It’s yellowed over the years and the smell that clings to it is musty. Old. But it’s my mother’s. The one she wore on her wedding day. Baby’s breath and discarded lilies litter the stone floor as the woman grumbles behind me. She’s annoyed at having to work with the old veil when a brand new, prettier one sits unused in its box. I move my foot, crush the delicate baby’s breath, impaling the fallen petal of a pale pink lily with my heel. Funeral flowers for a wedding. An omen. Not that I need one. The stink of them turns my stomach. This isn’t how I imagined my wedding day. “Finished,” the woman announces. I stand, the petal sticking to my heel. I don’t care. I look up to meet my reflection in the mirror. “He won’t like the veil,” she says. She’s a blur beside me. I shift my gaze, letting my eyes focus on her. She’s plump and short and has a wart on the side of her face with a thick black hair growing out of it. Don’t judge a book by its cover has nothing on this one. She is as much a bitch inside as she looks on the outside. “I guess he’ll have to get over it.” “You should wear the one he sent.” I don’t bother to answer her, although I agree. The veil was a gift from my brothers. Gift. No, not a gift. Just another cruelty to make me wear my mother’s veil for this sham wedding. She snorts, turns to gather up the dress, the keys jangling on her belt. I could take them. Overpower her. That part would be easy. It’s the men with the guns outside the door who’d be the problem. Noisy footsteps on the hundred stairs announce the approach of soldiers to my tower room. A tower. They locked me in a fucking tower. My own fucking brothers. From the sound of things, they’re expecting me to put up a fight. They’ll take me kicking and screaming if I do. Besides, I know better than to waste my energy on them. I’ll need it after. For the wedding night. A man says something, another one laughs, just before I hear a loud crash, like something smashing hard against the wall. It’s then that it happens. Gunfire explodes just beyond my room. A bullet splinters its way through the thick wooden door and shatters the mirror, breaking my reflection into a thousand pieces, sending me backward into the stone wall. The woman with the wart screams. I right myself. Touching the back of my head with one hand, I somehow still manage to keep hold of the lilies. Suddenly, the door is kicked in, banging against the wall as heavily armed men in military fatigues raid my room. A cloud of smoke follows behind them, seeping into my circular tower. They fan out, a dozen of them and I don’t recognize a single one. These aren’t my brothers’ men. The woman is on the floor blubbering something, sobbing. I just stare at the door as another set of footsteps approach, quieter now. This one isn’t in a hurry. And I know the instant he steps into my line of vision that he’s in charge. He’s the one to worry about. The only one who’s masked. He stops just inside the room, surveys it, eyeing every soldier, every stone, every cobweb. And when deep blue eyes land on me, a weight drops in my belly, a hundred-pound cement block. The woman with the keys stands, tripping over her words as she walks toward him. He looks down at her like he’s irritated, and she doesn’t get far. An echo of bullets shuts her down, splattering blood like paint on my neck, my face. The shots put her back on the floor. Fuck. I don’t spare her a glance. I don’t need to, to know she’s dead. The man’s eyes return to mine. They narrow. And when he takes a step toward me, I take one back, knocking the chair behind me to the floor, panicking then. Animated then. I turn to run but see a dozen sets of eyes staring back at me. The masked intruder, the biggest of them all, blocks the only exit. I can’t even jump from the window. They’re barred. Suicide was never an option, not for my brothers. They needed me. But something’s gone wrong. And before I can decide what to do, before I can make up my mind to try to charge him, to risk bullets putting me down like they did the woman on the floor, he’s got my wrist in his right hand and he’s squeezing it. My hand opens. Flowers scatter to the floor. I watch them, then watch him lift my hand to his face. His thumb comes to my ring finger where the hideous diamond catches the waning sun. For a moment I think he’s going to break my finger. But he twists and forces it off. It’s tight but he manages. He pockets the ring then shifts his gaze to mine again. I swallow hard. He cocks his head to the side, one hand still locked around my wrist. He spins me around. I scream as he jerks me to him, his body a solid wall at my back. He releases my wrist and bands his arm beneath my breasts. With the other, he pushes the veil off my neck, his hand rough against my skin, fingers digging, bruising. I think he’s going to snap my neck. One quick twist is all it would take. He’s a fucking giant. But he doesn’t. Instead, the moment I turn my face up to his, he squeezes and instantly, my knees give out. My arms drop uselessly to my sides. He shifts his grip and as I slip, he lifts me up, hauling me over his shoulder, turning the room upside down before it goes black.
Natasha Knight is the USA Today Bestselling author of Romantic Suspense and Dark Romance Novels. She has sold over half a million books and is translated into six languages. She currently lives in The Netherlands with her husband and two daughters and when she’s not writing, she’s walking in the woods listening to a book, sitting in a corner reading or off exploring the world as often as she can get away.
Marco Diego was held against his will for over a year, and the only thing that kept him going were daily visits to his cell by Sister Valentina.
She had come by the Camillo compound every day, offering him conversation, prayer, and even her shy smile when he told her a dirty joke to make her blush.
She was beautiful, with her long dark hair, and caramel-colored eyes that looked at him with such compassion, kindness, and dare he believe it—longing.
She was only twenty, just a girl compared to his almost forty years, but when she looked at him the way she did, he wanted to do things with her that a man should never want to do with a nun.
Valentina wasn’t sure how she was ever going to escape her little village, but she had to.
She had no choice since her father betrayed the Camillo family.
They were one of the biggest crime families in the Guadalajara Syndicate, and her only way to safety was to pledge her undying love and life to a God who didn’t care about her or her family.
She said her vows, made promises she never intended on keeping, and then met him—Marco Diego.
He made her feel things that she had never felt for any man.
Things that would get her kicked out of the nunnery, her only solace from the Camillo family.
As a nun, she could hide in plain sight. If she was caught with Marco, she’d be shunned, ousted from the order, and made to face the Camillo family on her own, but that was a chance she was willing to take if it meant finally being with him.
Can’t Fix Cupid is K.L. Ramsey’s third book in the Royal Bastards MC series.
• 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 •
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Savage Heat (Royal Bastards MC): Huntsville Chapter Book 1
Marcos Diego has been missing for over a year after trying to help Luciana Diaz find her way to her love. He sacrificed himself so she could find peace and safety. Now he’s fighting for his sanity and his life locked away in Mexico, by a drug cartel. His last hope to save his life is to get word to the US Embassy in Mexico that he is being held captive and a rescue mission put into effect to get him out.
Valentina Leon needs to find refuge or forfeit her life. The Camillo family is hunting her, and she has no way to escape her town or them, or so she thought. Maybe if she can hide in plain sight she can survive. One night of too much wine though and her secret is spilled. She thinks she’s safe, but not everyone is loyal. Money has a way of making people give up their values and morals.
I really liked this story. I’ve read the other books with Marcos and was so happy to have his story told. Marcos is an FBI agent that is loyal and protective. He’s afraid if he doesn’t get away from the Camillo family, he won’t have that chance, but a chance meeting gives him hope and then his world gets turned upside down. He has no idea what’s going on now. I love the connections that these characters always have with each other, the Savage Hell MC and the connection with Whiskey O’Brien and Anders Taylor, both FBI agents with Marcos have each other’s backs and are ready to help when needed. They have a great connection and comradery. For the Savage Hell MC to work with the FBI shows a loyalty for the MC brotherhood since Whiskey is one of them. I give this story a 5-star review and look forward to more of the Savage Hell MC, RBMC, and the Lone Star Rangers.
COVER REVEAL Title: Tongue’s Target Series: Ruthless Kings MC #11 Author: K.L. Savage Genre: Dark Romantic Suspense/Organized Crime Cover Design: Lori Jackson Designs Photo: Wander Aguiar Model: Jonny James Release Date: February 23, 2021
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I don’t live in the shadows anymore. Daphne has dragged me into her light. At first, it was bright, and I didn’t know how to live in it. I’m… adjusting. Life for the most part is better than I ever dreamed. But not better for her dreams.
Especially when dreams tread the line of reality. When she tells me the truth, it sends me into a quiet place. A place where I plan, a place where I figure out who her father really is and what he did. A place where I hone in on my target. He is the reason for her mind to be lost. And when she gets lost, I always find her and bring her back to me. That is until she leaves because life loves to shred my soul.
She’s Gone. And now I’m the one lost. I’m in the shadows and for the first time, I don’t want to be here. I need my comet’s light. Only to find her… And she doesn’t remember us. Or me. I’m a stranger.
How can I make her fall in love with me all over again? She’s my wish upon a star. And I’ll kill her father for taking my wish. I can’t tell anyone. Or my wish won’t come true. And I wish for her love again.
We don’t speak. We just stare and the room charges with our sexual tension that tends to make others uncomfortable. “There is a child in the room,” Reaper advises us under his breath while also clearing his throat after, so Maizey hopefully can’t hear the warning. “Damn, yer making me want more than apple pie.” “Skirt,” Reaper scolds, but doesn’t have a serious look on his face. “I need to… uh… go check on Dawn.” “I’m going to go see Melissa.” “Yeah, Sarah might need her belly rubbed or something…” Reaper throws it in the pot along with everyone else since they are getting affected by Tongue and I. Well, not us as people, but what we are creating in the air. Sexual need. Desire. Lust. It’s been too long since I’ve felt him inside me, and I need that to change. I know some people’s love language revolves around hand holding or small gestures, but not mine. I find reconnection in Tongue with sex because we give each other what we need. Often times, what we need is so much darker than anyone else could ever give. It’s because he’s my soulmate. I never believed in soulmates before him. I believed everyone could love as many people as they wanted. The heart heals when love is taken away and eventually the person learns to love again. That’s the story I told myself. Since I had never been in love before Tongue, I just thought love was an easy notion. I told myself love was a choice, because there was no such thing as two souls being destined to be together. Even reading all the books I do about love and loss and one true loves, I was skeptical, but it never stopped my curiosity. There was always a part of me that wondered if it was real. And then the experience with Tongue let me know that love isn’t a choice. We don’t choose love. It’s decided for us. Tongue is my fate. The one destiny wrote my life for. When I met him, my life made sense and found purpose. My soul is linked to his. I know in my heart; I was born to die being loved by him. If something happened to him, if fate took him away from me, I have no doubt that’s when my journey in this world would come to an end. I was created for his hands, for his heart, and for the wicked side of love people don’t like to experience. Our love is blackened and burned by the trials of this world. No one can tell me different, but underneath the soot is a diamond. The gem is black, but it shines just as bright as one that isn’t tarnished. When we die, cover me in our blood so I can become one with the love that’s made its home in the marrow of my bones after I decompose into nothing. But even then, I’ll be something, because I’ll have him embedded in my dust. People might think they are above us because of how Tongue and I show love is beneath them, but they’re wrong. It’s in the black, in the void, in the places no one wants to go where the deepest, craziest, most intense love exists. And if you can’t touch that place, have you ever really loved?
K.L. Savage decided they were tired of looking for the kind of books they wanted to read. They had an itch that needed to be scratched, and as every girl knows, nothing scratches better than an alpha.
They write about gritty, alpha males, sometimes their dark sides, and the women they love.
If you have the same itch, their alpha males should fix that.
Title: Allegiance Series: Nomad Biker Romance Author: Chiah Wilder Genre: MC Romance Release Date: February 1, 2021
He found himself by getting lost in her. Nomad biker: a solitary life, riding from place to place. He may or may not be a member of a motorcycle club.
Tank’s Jagged Outlaw MC bottom rocker once read Southern California but now it reads Nomad.
The Jagged Outlaws MC runs through Tank’s blood even though he wears the club’s Nomad patch. His loyalties are still to the club and to Raptor—the president.
When life gets to be too much, Tank hits the open road, relishing in the freedom of solitary living for a while.
Women come and go in his life, and he prefers it that way. He’d tried settling down when he married his high school sweetheart, but when she walked out on him for another man, she took his trust in women with her.
Now his focus is on the MC, his mother’s health, and his business. He doesn’t want anyone complicating his life or crimping his style. He’s doing just fine on his own.
Until he meets Lena.
The sultry, sassy brunette is unlike any woman he’s ever met. The more she keeps him at arm’s length, the more he wants her. She is turning his life upside down and driving him crazy with desire. But he can’t have any of that. He’s a solitary man, right?
Besides, the MC is going through a power struggle with the VP trying to oust the President. And getting involved with the dark-haired vixen right now would be nothing short of stupidity.
Lena is alone in the world. The grief of losing her parents unexpectedly still consumes her, and throwing herself 100% into her restaurant is the only way she can deal with it. She can’t afford anyone or anything to upset the delicate balance she has in her tightly wound life.
Then Tank comes into her life.
The guy’s trouble. He exudes raw sex. And her body wants him in the worst way.
The last thing Lena wants is a man in her life. Life has taught her that the only person she can count on is herself, and she can’t let a man with a chiseled body and a strong jaw blow her off course.
But Tank is persistent and she is weakening.
And just when she lets him into her life, she sees who he is and her world comes crashing down on her.
Tank finds himself in a situation where his allegiance to his club and to Lena are at odds. For the first time in his life, his loyalty to the brotherhood is tested.
Can Tank break through a crossroad in his life without losing both Lena and his club?
The Nomad Biker books are standalone romance novels. This is Tank’s story.
Author Bio: Chiah Wilder is the author of the successful Insurgents MC series.
Chiah’s love of bad boys has inspired her Insurgents series. She loves an alpha male whose softer side is brought out by a passionate, spirited woman. Steamy, biker romances with rough, sexy bad boys are her guilty pleasure along with brownies, cheddar cheese, and movie marathons.
She is busy writing her next book in the series.
Chiah would love to hear from you. You can contact her at: chiahwilder@gmail.com
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