Best Served Cold by Emma Hart

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Best Served Cold, an all-new standalone romantic comedy from New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Emma Hart is coming September 25th!

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Best Served Cold by Emma Hart

Genre: Romantic Comedy

Publishing Date: September 25th, 2018

Cover Designer: Emma Hart

Revenge is a dish best served cold.

Which is a real problem when the attraction runs red-hot.

Ice-cream store owner Raelynn Fortune has everything but her last name—fortune.

Despite living in a Floridian hotspot for tourists, she just can’t get her business back off the ground. And she knows why.

Her rival store next door is run by nobody other than her ex, and with his fancy-schmancy concoctions, he’s taking all the clients two generations of her family cultivated. Never mind that Raelynn taught him all he knows, and his revenge for her breaking up with him was putting her plans into reality—and her almost out of business.

But, she has a plan. The height of the season is just two weeks away, and she’s tired of playing second fiddle to her ex. She’s going to take back her crown as the queen of ice cream, even if it means getting close to Chase once again.

After all, all is fair in love and war, and you know what they say about keeping your enemies close…

Although maybe Chase is a little too close…

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Emma Hart is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of over thirty novels and has been translated into several different languages.

She is a mother, wife, lover of wine, Pink Goddess, and valiant rescuer of wild baby hedgehogs.

Emma prides herself on her realistic, snarky smut, with comebacks that would make a PMS-ing teenage girl proud.

Yes, really. She’s that sarcastic.

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EVEN IN HELL, THERE IS BEAUTY TO BE FOUND.

There is life before the Hangmen.There is life before your soulmate is found.
There is life even when all seems lost.Shane ‘Tank’ Rutherford is just seventeen when, escaping his father’s lethal fists, he ends up on the streets. Fighting for survival, he finds himself suddenly saved. Saved by a group that takes him under their wing.
A group that everyone knows . . . the Texas Ku Klux Klan.
Years later, Tank is disillusioned from the Klan and what they stand for. Recently released from prison, he is lost in a world he no longer knows. He is on his own. Until he picks up a woman hitchhiking on the side of a road. A beauty queen dressed in pink.

Susan-Lee Stewart is done with the crowns. She’s done with the glitz and glamor of pageant life. And she’s done with the bruises . . . the bruises gifted by the one person who should love her unconditionally—her mother.
Seconds after taking yet another pageant title, Susan-Lee makes a split decision and flees the stage. Flees the glossy life of a pageant queen, flees her violent mother . . . and jumps straight on the back of a tattooed muscled god’s motorcycle . . .
And never looks back.
As Susan-Lee holds tightly to Tank’s waist, neither of them know it’s a chance meeting that will change both their lives, and their hearts, forever.

There are stories of how you find your other half.There are stories of how someone can save your soul when all hope is lost.
Before they were Tank and Beauty, they were Shane and Susan-Lee.Two lost hearts who, together, were finally found.

Contemporary dark romance. Contains scenes of violence, offensive language, mature topics and sexual situations.
Beauty Found: A Novella (Hades Hangmen 6.5) is to be read AFTER Crux Untamed. Recommended for ages 18 and over.
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Tillie Cole hails from a small town in the North-East of England. She grew up on a farm with her English mother, Scottish father and older sister and a multitude of rescue animals. As soon as she could, Tillie left her rural roots for the bright lights of the big city.

After graduating from Newcastle University with a BA Hons in Religious Studies, Tillie followed her Professional Rugby player husband around the world for a decade, becoming a teacher in between and thoroughly enjoyed teaching High School students Social Studies before putting pen to paper, and finishing her first novel.

Tillie has now settled in Austin, Texas, where she is finally able to sit down and write, throwing herself into fantasy worlds and the fabulous minds of her characters.

Tillie is both an independent and traditionally published author, and writes many genres including: Contemporary Romance, Dark Romance, Young Adult and New Adult novels.

When she is not writing, Tillie enjoys nothing more than curling up on her couch watching movies, drinking far too much coffee, while convincing herself that she really doesn’t need that extra square of chocolate.

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Dominate by Amy Daws

 

Title: Dominate

The Final Harris Brother Duet #2

Series: The Harris Brothers #5

Author: Amy Daws

Genre: Sports Romance
Release Date: July 27, 2018

 

Blurb

 

To dominate one’s heart is to truly be free.
The anticipated conclusion to The Final Harris
Brother Duet.
After the harrowing attack against Gareth and
Sloan, there are more than just physical wounds that must be healed.
Recovering and moving on from their dark pasts
is the only way they can truly find their bright futures.
Who will surrender? And who will dominate?

 

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Author Bio
Amy Daws is
an Amazon Top 25 bestselling author of sexy, contemporary romance novels. She
enjoys writing love stories that take place in America, as well as across the
pond in England; especially about those footy-playing Harris Brothers of hers.
When Amy is not writing in a tire shop waiting room, she’s watching Gilmore
Girls, or singing karaoke in the living room with her daughter while Daddy
smiles awkwardly from a distance. For more of Amy’s work, visit: http://www.amydawsauthor.com

 

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Surrender by Amy Daws

Title: Surrender

The Final Harris Brother Duet #1

Series: The Harris Brothers #4

Author: Amy Daws

Genre: Sports Romance
Release Date: July 19, 2018
Blurb

One night of complete surrender is all it takes.

Gareth Harris is Manchester United’s reclusive star defender. He has control over all aspects of his life. But a lifetime of
supporting his siblings and filling in for an emotionally absent father has taken its toll.
Sloan Montgomery is a clothing stylist whose world was turned upside down when she found herself pregnant and moving to Manchester with a man who was never supposed to be her forever. Now recently divorced and struggling with shared custody of her daughter, control is a fleeting concept for this American living in England.
Both Gareth and Sloan are in need of a
release.
A moment in time where they can forget about their pasts and family pressures…and just…
…surrender.
No one could predict what happens when both of their defences are down.
Surrender is part one of The Final Harris Brother Duet and concludes with Dominate. The Final Harris Brother Duet reads great as a duo, but to maximize enjoyment, check out the first three brothers’ books in Challenge,
Endurance, and Keeper. 

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Amy Daws is an Amazon Top 25 bestselling author of sexy, contemporary romance novels. She enjoys writing love stories that take place in America, as well as across the pond in England; especially about those footy-playing Harris Brothers of hers. When Amy is not writing in a tire shop waiting room, she’s watching Gilmore
Girls, or singing karaoke in the living room with her daughter while Daddy smiles awkwardly from a distance. 
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Lucky Scars by Kerry Heavens

Title: Lucky Scars
Author: Kerry Heavens
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: July 3, 2018

Blurb

Not every love
story begins with a fiery explosion of lust.

Some are tiny
embers of hope that smoulder slowly until the stars align…

 

I’d been living in a bubble.


It was meant to protect me from the things in life that hurt.

 

I could live, I could laugh, but at least I didn’t have to love.

Loving was dangerous and I would never do it again.
It was working just fine, until the bubble burst.
It let in danger.
It let in light.
It let in…him.
Unknowingly I’d been living in the dark, feeling my way.
He filled my world with starlight.
He showed me how to move on to the next level.
He made me feel again.
I thought the wounds from the past would never fully heal,
But perhaps they only heal when the time is right.
Sometimes you just have to thank your lucky scars.

 

 

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Excerpt
With trembling fingers, I tapped at my phone screen, sobbing because I connected the
call and then cut it off in my haste. I couldn’t handle technology; I just
needed him. I was about to throw in the towel and just sit on the curb and cry
when it rang. His stupid face appeared on the screen, and my heart leapt. He
knew. He knew I needed him.
Choking at
the urgency to hear his voice, I tried again to get my fingers to cooperate,
and, finally, they did.
“Hello?”
There was pleading in my tone. “Ziggy?
There was a
short stretch of silence, and I thought maybe I’d fucked up the call again when
suddenly he spoke. “Bea? What’s wrong?”
“Zig—” A
sob cut me off.
“Bea, where
are you? What’s going on?”
“I need
you,” I whispered.
“Tell me
where?” he said with a steady determination that filled me with exactly the
comfort I needed right then. He was coming. It was going to be ok. I looked up
helplessly at my surroundings for a road name I could tell him.
“Um,” I
faltered. “I don’t know, I—” Fresh tears ran down my face, and I wiped at them
with the back of my hand, only then noticing the blood. “Oh God,” I gasped.
“Bea,
please. You’re scaring me. Are you hurt?”
“No,” I
assured him quickly. “I just…” I didn’t even know where to start.
“I need to
know where you are. Calm down. I’m here. Take a deep breath and try to tell me
where I need to go to find you. I’m coming. Okay? Now just tell me where.”
I turned in
place, looking for something I knew. I walked these streets every day, and
they’d never felt so alien to me. He was the only thing that felt safe right
then, but guilt swept over me, and I tried to pull myself together. I must have
been freaking him out, and that wasn’t fair. Nothing around me seemed familiar,
even though I knew it was; I was so disorientated. I needed to do what he told
me and take a breath.
He was
coming to get me.
It was ok.
“Dean
Street,” I told him as soon as I laid eyes on the street sign, relieved to be
tuning back in but feeling so stupid that I was so close to home and couldn’t
even focus enough to realise it. “At the Shaftsbury Avenue end, on the corner.”
“I’m
coming. Please just tell me you’re okay,” he said desperately into the phone.

 

Author Bio
London born indie author, iPhone addict & general ray of
sunshine! Kerry writes: sometimes sweet, sometimes not, often funny, always
hot, real romance, dirty romcoms and other such smut.
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Auctioned by Cara Dee

Auctioned by Cara Dee

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Title: Auctioned

Genre: Gay Romance

Pairing: Crime/Suspense

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Synopsis:

Gray Nolan’s biggest problem in life was the torch he carried for his closeted coach. He was just another happy-go-lucky dude, a college student and hockey player, when his ordinary existence was interrupted, and he became a human trafficking statistic.

He and seven other young men were taken aboard a luxurious yacht where they were to be auctioned off to the highest bidder. Gray was beaten, shattered, and almost defeated by the time his buyer stepped out of the shadows in a swirl of his own cigarette smoke.

He was Gray’s new owner.

Darius Quinn had vowed never again to find himself in a situation like this. His days as a private military contractor were over. No more missions, no more risks, no more personal attachments. Yet, here he was, after weeks of searching, face-to-face with his broken prize.

It was time to get the knucklehead back to his family.

Quick and easy was Darius’s plan.

Then everything went sideways.

 

Excerpt:

 

They were saving Gray for last.

With each guy they hauled out of the room, he grew more despondent and withdrawn. He’d managed to get on his feet again, but he could barely move without an explosion of hurt unfurling inside him. So he stood silent, face impassive and smeared with blood, eyes unseeing, as another guy was up.

The worst part was when they screamed wherever they were. Gray guessed a deck or two above him.

Were they getting raped yet?

He knew it was coming.

He stiffened as the door opened once more, and this time, it was Cole’s turn. His features were set; he’d braced himself for whatever was to come. Or so Gray hoped. He couldn’t imagine any of them had a clue what they were in for.

Least of all Gray. Were they gonna kill him? He’d watched enough movies to know what “make an example of someone” usually meant.

Milo was next, and he looked pleadingly at Gray. “Please do something,” he whimpered. “I’ve never—I can’t—please, Gray. P-please!”

Gray clenched his jaw and said nothing, because what the fuck could he do? The door was shut, leaving him alone. He listened. He couldn’t not listen. Compelled and beating himself up, he strained his ears to hear every torturous plea.

It was quiet for some time, and then…then the screaming began. It mingled with muffled sobs and sharp, choking sounds. And low rumbles of laughter. There was even applause. Gray’s stomach revolted and tightened. Nausea crept higher and higher. Milo was being abused, and low-life perverts found that funny.

The world became a dark place for Gray. Hope had dwindled enough that he couldn’t see it anymore. He lost faith in humanity and sent a glance skyward as his eyes welled up. Mom, I love you. Gage, Gideon, Gabriel, Aiden, Isla, the little niece or nephew I never got to meet…I love you, and I’m sorry.

When the door was opened a final time, Gray was resigned. Benny stood there with sinister glee in his eyes, and of course, the brute wanted his fun, too. Gray accepted two fists to his face before he fell back against the wall, pain spreading like wildfire. Memories from better times that had been rolling past slowly gained speed as if he somehow knew time was running out.

Two men had to support Gray’s weight on the way out of the cabin. His head hung, flickers of memories battling against fatigue and hurt. He couldn’t see where they were going, and when they encountered a set of stairs, he stumbled and lurched. He focused on the faces of his family. Mostly, Mom and his three brothers. The recent additions were his stepdad—Aiden—his daughter Isla, and Isla’s fiancé, Jack. Gray loved the expansion of their family. The day he’d learned Isla was pregnant, he’d been so fucking thrilled. Now he’d never get to spoil his niece or nephew.

Something warm trickled down his face. He didn’t know if it was blood or tears. Maybe a combination of both.

Gray was shoved into a large room, and the first glance with blurry vision made it look empty. Then he blinked and noticed there were booths along the far wall. The lighting was poor and focused on the middle, shadows cast everywhere. And he didn’t care anymore. He gave up registering things.

“Your toy, sir,” Benny said gruffly.

Vanya approached from the sidelines with a playful little smile, and the meatheads dropped Gray in the middle of the floor. He swallowed hard, his bleary gaze getting stuck on spots of red on the gray carpet. Once he saw a couple splatters, he noticed more. They were all over the center of the floor. Blood, then blotches of darker gray—maybe tears, sweat. Semen. The room reeked of it. A long silk robe came into view, the red fabric dancing around Vanya’s feet. He squatted next to Gray and patted his head.

“There, there.” Vanya’s voice was still angelic and impossibly sweet. “Maybe we’ll get to play more in another life. Mother said you’re a bit of a moron.”

Jesus, he was deranged.

Red sauntered closer, her thin metal cane ready to be used if needed. She didn’t treat Gray as gently. Fisting his hair, she yanked him up on his knees, to which he hissed through clenched teeth.

They faced the darkened booths.

“Dear guests,” Red purred, “I value my customers more than anything, and I would never lie to you.” She slid the cane under Gray’s chin, lifting it slightly. “This young man is more trouble than he’s worth. Should you make a bid, you need to know you’ll be getting a mouthy, rebellious hellion.” With a sharp rap of the cane against his stomach, she ordered Gray to stand up.

He did so on wobbly legs. He’d reached his limit for torture for the moment and didn’t want another bruise to his name.

“If there are no buyers on this animal,” Red continued, “I’ll offer him up as a treat for anyone and everyone—provided that you don’t take him to your staterooms. He’ll be available here in the central den throughout our journey.” She paused. “Now. Let’s see if there are any takers first. Starting at two hundred thousand, this wild boy could be yours. He’s got gorgeous skin that scars nicely, doesn’t he?” She shifted the cane along Gray’s torso, and he swallowed against the vomit that rose. “As you can see on the menu, he is twenty-one years old and built for hot, sadistic grapples. He’s six feet tall, weighs in at one hundred and eighty-nine pounds, and has the temper of an Irishman. If you keep him chained, he could bring you immense pleasure for years.”

Gray steadied his breathing. Aside from a few barely there sounds of rustling and a throat clearing here and there, he wouldn’t know there were people sitting in the booths.

“Lovely abs…” The whisper came from Vanya. Gray had almost forgotten him. Then the psycho kid from hell was tracing the muscles on his lower stomach. “My last toy called them come gutters.” He giggled in delight.

Gray shuddered.

Someone coughed. “Two hundred.” That someone was British and had a meek voice.

“Ah, we have a bidder.” Red sounded both surprised and pleased. “Two hundred—”

“Two-fifty.”

Gray swung his tired gaze to the corner, the first booth there, and tried to see who it was. That man’s voice was like low thunder doused in whiskey.

“Two hundred and seventy-five,” the Brit said impatiently.

“Three hundred.”

“Well, well,” Red purred. “Three hundred for the handsome Mr. B.”

The British man got irritated. “Three hundred and twenty.”

“Three-fifty.”

Silence.

Red ordered Gray to kneel again, and he merely dropped.

There was an insufferable huff coming from the booth where Gray believed the British man sat, but nothing else.

Gray didn’t know what to think. This was his life. His freedom. Yet, two men were bidding on it. It was incomprehensible.

“Going once,” Red said in a teasing tone. After a pause, it was made clear. “Mr. B, the heathen is yours. We hope to enjoy your show.”

Oh fuck. Gray connected the dots. The auction was through, and once his life was no longer his own… It’d happened to the other guys. Eventually, he’d heard most of them scream in terror and agony.

A large man stepped out of the shadows in a swirl of his own cigarette smoke. Gray’s eyes flicked between his briefcase, bespoke suit, and cut jaw. The rest was hazy. He couldn’t focus. A headache was beginning to pull him under, and it was gonna be a big one. Mr. B didn’t speak. Under the low light, his brown hair took on a lighter shade.

A stool appeared, delivered by a goon who quickly backed off. The man who now supposedly owned Gray set his briefcase on the stool and flicked open the lid.

Red and Vanya backed away, too.

Gray had lost all his strength. He remained kneeling on the floor and averted his gaze. This was it.

Mr. B approached and stood before a defeated Gray. There was a grip on his jaw, and Gray was forced to look up. His double vision prevented him from registering anything other than a set of hazel eyes brimming with severity and determination. He swallowed weakly as the man dipped and leaned in close. There was a whisper in Gray’s ear.

“Forgive me.”

A heartbeat later, Gray took a hard blow to the temple that shot his head sideways and knocked him out.

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About Cara:

I’m often stoically silent or, if the topic interests me, a chronic rambler. In other words, I can discuss writing forever and ever. Fiction, in particular. The love story—while a huge draw and constantly present—is secondary for me, because there’s so much more to writing romance fiction than just making two (or more) people fall in love and have hot sex. There’s a world to build, characters to develop, interests to create, and a topic or two to research thoroughly. Every book is a challenge for me, an opportunity to learn something new, and a puzzle to piece together. I want my characters to come to life, and the only way I know to do that is to give them substance—passions, history, goals, quirks, and strong opinions—and to let them evolve. Additionally, I want my men and women to be relatable. That means allowing room for everyday problems and, for lack of a better word, flaws. My characters will never be perfect.

Wait…this was supposed to be about me, not my writing.

I’m a writey person who loves to write. Always wanderlusting, twitterpating, kinking, and geeking. There’s time for hockey and cupcakes, too. But mostly, I just love to write.

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My Review

Auctioned by Cara Dee

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

An amazing start to a new series from Cara Dee! I couldn’t put it down and read through the night in a few short hours.

Auctioned tells the story of Gray (previously from Power Play) and how his seemingly normal life gets ripped away from him and turned upside down in the blink of an eye. Thrust into a world of devastation, torture and heartbreak, Gray doesn’t see a way out.

Enter Darius. Very mysterious and straight to the point. He is hired by Gray’s family to do whatever it takes to find him and bring him home although he doesn’t anticipate helping the ‘strays’ too.

This book is far from a romance or a HEA at this point in the story but it’s a brilliant set up for what is to come in the series. Cara’s writing sucks you in from the first page, all of her books are always very well written and Auctioned is no exception.

A very well deserved five stars!!
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

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Lucky Scars by Kerry Heavens

Title: Lucky Scars
Author: Kerry Heavens

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Cover Design: Rebel Graphics

Release Date: July 3, 2018

Blurb

Not every love
story begins with a fiery explosion of lust.

Some are tiny
embers of hope that smoulder slowly until the stars align…
I’d been living in a bubble.
It was meant to protect me from the things in life that hurt.
I could live, I could laugh, but at least I didn’t have to love.
Loving was dangerous and I would never do it again.
It was working just fine, until the bubble burst.
It let in danger.
It let in light.
It let in…him.
Unknowingly I’d been living in the dark, feeling my way.
He filled my world with starlight.
He showed me how to move on to the next level.
He made me feel again.
I thought the wounds from the past would never fully heal,
But perhaps they only heal when the time is right.
Sometimes you just have to thank your lucky scars.

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London born indie author, iPhone addict & general ray of
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hot, real romance, dirty romcoms and other such smut.
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