The men never back down to danger, but always fall hard for love in the Cover Six Security series by USA Today Bestselling Author Lisa B. Kamps.
Gordon “Mac” MacGregor swore an oath to protect and defend–an oath he continues to uphold as a former Army Ranger. Now he specializes in dark ops private security with Cover Six Security where danger is a still constant companion–and one of the few things that make him feel alive. But he doesn’t expect that danger to come in the form of the Tabitha “TR” Meyers, the only woman who sees him for who he truly is–and the only woman he’s ever sworn off.
TR rarely abides by the rules, not when there’s something she needs. And right now, she needs Mac. She enlists his help for one night, thinking she can simply walk away when it’s over. But that one night is just the beginning, thrusting both of them into a dangerous web of scandal and cover-up with roots that run deeper than either of them expects.
When TR becomes an unwitting pawn in a game of deception and revenge, Mac will do anything to protect her–even if it means risking his own heart.
Title: Beasts & Bourbon Series: Top Shelf #5 Author: Alta Hensley Genre: Standalone Dark Contemporary Romance Release Date: February 1, 2019
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My royal blood flows black with twisted secrets.
I am a beast who wears a crown.
Heir to a kingdom cloaked in corruption and depravities.
The time has come to claim my princess.
An innocent hidden away from my dark world.
Till now.
Her initiation will require sacrifice and submission.
There is no escaping the chains which bind her to me.
Surrendering to my torment, as well as my protection, is her only path to survival.
USA TODAY Bestselling Author of Hot, Dark and Dirty Romance.
She is also an Amazon Top 100 bestselling author. Being a multi-published author in the romance genre, Alta is known for her dark, gritty alpha heroes, sometimes sweet love stories, hot eroticism, and engaging tales of the constant struggle between dominance and submission.
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RELEASE BLITZ Title: Kings of Mayhem Series: Kings of Mayhem MC #1 Author: Penny Dee Genre: MC Romance/Contemporary Romance Release Date: January 28, 2019
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When a King loves He loves hard
CADE I’ve loved her since we were five years old. We grew up side by side. Two kids tied together by the Kings of Mayhem Motorcycle Club. But I broke us. I broke her. So, she fled. Now she’s back after twelve long years. And I’m going to show her all the reasons why we should be together and make her forget all the reasons why we shouldn’t.
INDY I’m back in town but only because I have to be. I’m here to help my mom bury my father. And the sooner we get it done, the better. Because I want to see Cade as much as I want a hole in the head. He broke me once—no, he broke my everything— and I’ll be damned if I’ll let him do it again. Get in and get out. That is the plan. But you know what they say about best-laid plans.
CADE I heard her as soon as I entered the building. “It’s a classic, sonny boy, and you don’t fuck with the classics. Do you hear me? Or has that combover blocked your ears?” I couldn’t help but grin. The voice belonged to Sybil Calley, my formidable, charismatic grandmother. Seventy-something-years old, she was a force to be reckoned with and very rarely backed down in an argument. Any poor soul who took her on was in for a fierce fight, and by the sounds of it, Tito was about to feel the full force of hurricane Sybil. “It’s blasphemy! That’s what it is. Blasphemy! Why, I bet Deborah Kerr is rolling in her grave, God rest her beautiful soul. How dare you stain such a beautiful story with your weirdness, you rude little boy!” As I rounded the corner, Sybil and Tito came into view. Tito was standing with his back to the wall with his arms in the air, while my formidable grandmother yelled at him. He looked terrified. “Grandma Calley,” I interrupted, trying to contain my grin. Seeing me walk in, Tito looked relieved and relaxed his arms. Sybil wasted no time in getting straight to the point. She held up a DVD so I could see the cover. “Did you know about this?” I took it from her and couldn’t help but grin at the cover. Pure spank bank bullshit that sells. But definitely not what you wanted your grandmother looking at in front of you. “How on Earth did you even know about it?” I asked. “I might be edging close to buying the farm, Cade, but I’m not quite dead yet. You know I like to keep my finger on the pulse. It’s Tuesday, and I know you drop into this pit of despair on Tuesdays, so I came down to speak with you.” She gave Tito a withering look. “Ran into this little twerp and found this . . .” She ripped the DVD out of my hands and held it up. The cover was a rip-off of An Affair To Remember, except it was titled, An Anus to Remember. Gay porn. It was a bestseller. “It’s a disgrace, Cade. An absolute disgrace.” She pushed the DVD into Tito’s chest. “You should be ashamed of yourself.” “Ain’t nothing wrong with a bit of man-on-man love, Grandma,” I said, trying to diffuse the situation. Sybil could be unpredictable at times. “I know that! Man on man. Woman on woman. I don’t give a goddamn! What I do care about is taking a classic and turning it into smut. Now that is not right, Cade. Not right. You don’t fuck with the classics.” “Cade, this can’t keep happening,” Tito moaned. Sybil turned back to Tito. “I’m seventy-three years old but I ain’t dead yet, sonny. I’m the original biker queen and I’m still packing as much attitude as I did back when my old man started the Kings of Mayhem more than fifty years ago. If you ever mess with one of the classics again and put your perverted stamp all over it, I will knock you on your ass, do you hear me?” Again, I struggled to contain my grin. Tito, however, looked unraveled. And he had every cause to be because I had no doubt Sybil meant what she said. She was a classy lady who never left the house without taming her bright red hair and putting on a thick coat of red lipstick. But she was a biker queen first. Tough. Fierce. With a mean right hook. You didn’t fuck with Sybil Calley. Taking pity on Tito, I slunk an arm around Grandma’s shoulders and guided her toward the front door. “Now, Grandma, you can’t come in here and get up in Tito’s grill about things. Head Quarters is off limits to MC women, remember?” That rule had come about after Sybil had swept through Head Quarters like a hurricane and upset an entire cast of actresses on the set of a movie we were making called Some Like It Hard. Sybil was a die-hard Marilyn fan and managed to put the fear in all the actresses who were on set, leading to a mass walk-out and halting production for three days. Not that Sybil paid any attention to rules. She was the original rule breaker. She did what she wanted, when she wanted. And if it suited her, she’d blame her forgetfulness on her age to get away with it, despite being sharp as a tack. She waved off the mention of the rules. “If that little pervert can’t handle a seventy-year-old woman, then he needs to take a cup of cement and harden the fuck up.” She glanced over her shoulder and narrowed her eyes at Tito as we were walking away, and muttered, “little pussy.” I tried not to laugh because that would only encourage her, so I asked, “Grandma, why are you here?” She relaxed and smiled. “Now, Cade, you know you’re my favorite grandson—” “You say that to all your grandsons . . .” “. . . and I love you. So I wanted to see how you were feeling about Indy coming home.” “This isn’t her home anymore, Grandma. She lives in Seattle now.” “Thank you, Captain Obvious. But you know what I mean.” Her face softened as she took my hand. “I know the affect that girl has on you. I just wanted to make sure…” “What?” She smacked me hard on the arm. “That you’re not going to be an ass about it.” I couldn’t help but grin. Good on Grandma Sybil. “A lot of water has passed under the bridge, Grandma. I’m not an eighteen-year-old psychopath anymore.” Sybil didn’t look convinced. “You’re a Calley and we’re passionate sonsofbitches. When we love, we love big, and if that love dies, then we die a big death along side it. I should know. When your Pappy died, my heart went with him.” I couldn’t help but smile at my feisty grandmother. “I’m sure Jury wouldn’t like to hear you say that,” I said. Jury was my grandma’s sixty-year-old boyfriend. “Jury isn’t the love of my life. Your grandpappy was. Jury knows I’m just after his body.” I raised an eyebrow at her. “Grandma, there are certain things a grandson should never hear his grandmother say, and that’s right up there with them.” She waved me off. “The body may be old and the reflection in the mirror might be slightly different, but the mind is still twenty years old. I might not be able to do it the way I used to but—” I stuck my fingers in my ears. “Lalalalalalalalala . . .” She rolled her eyes. “Fine. I’ll let you think that I don’t do the things I still did when I was twenty.” “Seriously, Grandma . . .” I begged, pained by the mental images. Sighing dramatically, she changed the subject. “Your mom is making dinner for Lady and Indy. Somehow I was extended an invitation. I assume you’ll be there.” To say Sybil and my mom didn’t exactly get along would be an understatement. The civil unrest had ended years ago, but in its wake was a frosty cold war of mammoth proportions. Mother-in-law and daughter-in-law didn’t exactly see eye to eye. I nodded. “I’m heading over there now.” “Fine. I’ll follow you. Lord knows I’ve had my fair share of pussy and cock today.” I opened the front door for her and shook my head. “Jesus Christ, Sybil. My ears are bleeding.”
2
Looking down at her, I looked into her eyes. I had won the lottery. I had everything I wanted. I just hoped she felt the same way.
“I love you,” I said. And I had never meant anything more in that one moment. “Tell me what I need to do to keep you with me.”
“I need to take things one step at a time,” she replied soberly.
“We can work things out together.” I wiped a strand of hair from her cheek. Still inside her, I felt her clench around me. “Promise me that we can. That you won’t run away again.”
She nodded and slid her hand behind my neck, pulling me down to kiss me. “I’m not going anywhere,” she whispered against my lips.
I rose up on my forearms again. Sliding my turquoise and silver ring from my finger, I reached for her left hand and slipped it over her ring finger. “You’re my girl.”
“What are you doing?”
“Making you mine for good.”
Surprise turned into a big smile. “Are you asking me to marry you?”
“I don’t want any other girl, Indy. From the moment I met you, we were meant to be together.”
“This isn’t really taking things one day at a time,” she said with a soft chuckle.
I smiled and curled my hand around the ring and her finger. “This is permanent.”
She gave me one of her serious looks. “I won’t cook for you.”
“You can’t cook anyway.”
She grinned “And I don’t iron.”
“Baby, do I look like the kind of guy who gives a fuck about ironing?”
I was hard as fuck now, and when I started to move inside her again, an involuntary moan escaped her parted lips.
“In fact, I won’t wash, clean, or run after you in any way, shape, or form,” she said. She was trying to keep focused on her argument, but the fact that I was slowly fucking her was becoming a distraction.
“And I won’t be at your beck and call, like the other old ladies.” She tried to sound tough, but she was close to whimpering as my cock moved in and out of her. I pressed in deep and hard against her pelvis with mine.
“Aha,” I said, running my tongue along her neck.
“And don’t expect me to wait at home for you to come home. I’m an independent woman.”
I pressed harder into her. “Indy…”
“Yes?”
“Are you always going to be such a pain in the ass?”
I felt her grin against my shoulder. “You can count on it, Cade. I ain’t one of your club bunnies.”
I looked down at her. “Club bunnies?” God, I was in love with her.
“Like Sandy or Candy, or whatever the fuck their names are.”
The beginnings of another orgasm began to swell in me.
“I think I got it. You ain’t no cooking, cleaning, ironing, wait-at-home, club bunny.”
“Exactly.”
When she gasped at my sudden thrust, I knew it wasn’t going to take me long to make her come, and I was right. After moving deep and slow into her, she came beneath me in tiny shudders, pressing her fingers deep into my shoulders and squeezing her thighs tight around my hips. It was enough to set me off. My second orgasm was long and drawn out, sinking into my brain and dragging me away on a hazy wave of bliss.
That’s when I made a silent vow to myself. I would only ever do right by this amazing woman. No matter what it took.
EARLY PRAISE FOR KINGS OF MAYHEM
“This book drew me in from the first page and I couldn’t put it down.” — Goodreads Review
“Penny Dee writes some of the hottest sex scenes I’ve ever read.”— Bookarella Blog
“Cade and Indy’s journey was all kinds of angsty/swoony goodness.”— Goodreads Review
“This story is gonna grab you hard and not let go until it’s ready. This story is full of angst and redemption! It’s going to make you feel ALL THE FEELS!” — Goodreads Review
“This book right here…. OMG kept me on my toes. I finished it in one sitting. The author had me captivated the whole time.”— NetGalley Review
Penny Dee writes contemporary romance about rockstars, bikers, hockey players and everyone in-between. She believes true love never runs smoothly, and her characters realize this too, with a boatload of drama and a whole lot of steam.
She found her happily ever after in Australia where she lives with her husband, daughter and a dog named Bindi.
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At sixteen while on vacation in Florida, Cara Mia Delgatto lost her heart to Cooper Rivers. But her interfering parents didn’t approve. They moved Cara away from the Sunshine State and cut off all communication between the two young lovers.
In an act of rebellion, Cara makes a nearly fatal mistake—and almost destroys both her family and their business. To make up for her rash behavior, Cara spends the next twenty years of her life being “a good girl,” working in her family restaurant.
When her parents die within six months of each other, Cara decides to take a road trip and visit her son at University of Miami. On a whim, she buys a vacant building in Florida and opens a trash-to-treasure décor store. She believes with all her heart in second chances…but then Cooper Rivers walks back into her life. Can Cara and Cooper rekindle the love they felt that magic summer so long ago?
(Previously published as TEAR DOWN AND DIE: Book #1 in the Cara Mia Delgatto Mystery Series )
I’m a bodyguard. I walk softly and carry a big…stick.
Too bad I have no idea how to use it.
I know what you’re thinking. How the hell do you end up a virgin when you live in a city known for easy access?
But my focus is protecting the women of New York…not fulfilling my every desire.
My d*ck never got me in half as much trouble as my heart…
We were high school sweethearts. I was head over heels for her and no one could tell me we weren’t going to last forever. College? Going pro? My family’s money? None of it mattered. She was all I needed.
Then she ripped my heart out. But I’m not going to let that happen again.
She’s back. Invading my life and acting like she was the wronged one. The pain is still there, but I can’t keep my eyes off her. I can’t stop thinking about her and how much was left unsaid between us. Being this close is making me question everything I thought I knew about her.
This time everything will be on my terms. Everything…
Maya Hughes can often be found sneaking in another chapter while hiding in the bathroom from her kids! 🙂 I’m a romance writer who loves taking inspiration from everyday life, namely my husband and biggest fan. Inspiration also strikes when I hear a song, meet someone new or daydream while at soccer practice.
I’m the mom of three little ones, the wife to an amazing husband and also work full time. Some of my favorite things are cinnamon rolls, white wine, laughing until I can’t breathe and traveling with my family.
COVER REVEAL The Devil’s Duet Author: Eva Charles Genre: Dark Romance/Romantic Suspense Cover Design: Letitia Hasser, RBA Designs Photo: Wander Aguiar Models: Zack Salaun & Adrea
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I’m the devil’s spawn.
The son of evil incarnate.
The heir to corruption and depravity.
Gabrielle Duval once belonged to me. And whether she likes it or not, she’s destined to be mine again. What will it take to lure this luscious woman back into my bed? A deal with the devil himself, of course.
My name is JD Wilder, and this is the story of how I reclaim what’s mine.
A confirmed city-girl, Eva moved to rural Western Massachusetts in 2014. She found herself living in the woods with no job, no friends (unless you count the turkey, deer, and coyote roaming the backyard), and no children underfoot, wondering what on earth she had been thinking. But as it turned out, it was the perfect setting to take all those yarns spinning in her head and weave them into steamy love stories.
A romantic at heart, Eva looks forward to date night all week. The perfect evening includes well-crafted cocktails, a fabulous perfume, Cherry Garcia ice cream, and her husband, of course. If you add good friends, live jazz, and impossible shoes, she will follow you anywhere.
Eva holds a BA from Boston College, and a JD from the Washington College of Law. She spent a career working in domestic violence, child abuse and neglect, and civil rights. Aspects of this work often find their way into her books.
When she’s not writing sexy stories, trying to squeeze information out of her tight-lipped sons, or playing with the two cutest dogs you’ve ever seen, Eva’s creating chapters in her own love story.
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