This is War Baby, K Webster
This is War, Baby
by K. Webster
Publication Date: February 29, 2016
Genres: Contemporary, Dark Romance
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My life had a plan. Until he invaded it and stole it all away. My captor took me and I became a pawn.
His strategy changed and he sent me away to WAR, because money is everything in this world.
In my WAR, though, I found peace.
I couldn’t help but find love where I least expected it, with a man who lived a battle every day of his life
…all inside his head.
But then my captor came back for me.
Yet, this time, battle lines had been drawn and I was protected.
So we thought.
Even though my WAR was raging,
my captor would fight to the death.
The good guys always win, right?
Not always.
All’s fair in love and WAR, right?
Not this time.
Warning:
This is War, Baby is a dark romance. A really dark one. So dark you’re going to
wish you had a flashlight to see yourself to the end and someone to hold your hand. Human trafficking,
dubious consent, and strong sexual themes that could trigger emotional distress are found in this story.
This story is NOT for everyone.
genres including contemporary romance, historical romance, paranormal romance, and erotic romance.
When not spending time with her husband of twelve years and two adorable children, she’s active on
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Her other passions besides writing include reading and graphic design. K can always be found in front of
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Redemptive, Jay McLean
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REDEMPTIVE (Combative II) – by Jay McLean
Series: Combative Trilogy
Cover reveal date: Feb 2, 2016
Release Date: TBA Tick. Tock.
life flashes before your eyes when you die.
those whose lives were worthy.
not.
happened to me was a repeat of what I thought was my death. The blast of the
gun as it went off. The loss of my breath as two hundred pounds of dead weight
dropped on top of me. And then darkness.
over.
down next to me and asked if I was hurt, the only thing I could see, feel,
hear, were those few seconds. Even now, as I sat in the back of a blacked out
van—it was the only thing that ran through my mind.
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Some Sort of Love, Melanie Harlow
On the surface, I have it all—a career I adore, a loving family, the Nixon metabolism but not the Nixon ears, and a salary that supports my lavish taste in designer shoes, fine wine, and lacy lingerie…but I have no one to share it with.Until the day I run into him—my one night stand from college with the cocky smile, let’s-get-out-of-here eyes, and dirty, dirty mouth.
Levi Brooks is six feet four inches of hot bearded fantasy. A sexy single dad with broad shoulders, strong hands, and a fantastically big…heart. (I mean, it’s massive. And generous. And it pumps so hard… um. Sorry. Lost my place.)
But he lives for his son, and he’s keeping me at a distance because he thinks I deserve someone better—a man who can give me more time, more attention, more of himself. He doesn’t believe he could ever be enough.
But he’s wrong.
He’s everything.
“So.” I glanced out the windows to the patio. “You want to go back out there?”“Not really,” she said.
“You want to get out of here?”
She grinned. “Yeah. I do.”
I watched her rush up the stairs to get her things, and as soon as she was out of sight, I adjusted myself in my pants. My dick had jumped to life the second she said yeah, I do, as if the question had been you want to get naked and fuck? rather than something much less suggestive. Not that I didn’t want to get naked and fuck—hopefully I’d last a little longer than I had in the broom closet eleven years ago—but I didn’t want to make her feel like that’s what I expected. She wasn’t a horny nineteen-year-old college student anymore; she was a doctor, for fuck’s sake. She was beautiful and smart and mature and sophisticated, and a woman like her did not want some Neanderthal who probably needed a haircut and a new pair of shoes to throw her up against a wall for a five-minute fuck.
A woman like that deserved attention all night long. She deserved someone who would undress her slowly and delight in each new inch of her skin as it was revealed. Someone who would run his hands all over her body and find out where she liked to be touched, how she liked to be touched, what she wanted to hear whispered to her in the dark. Someone who would wrap those gloriously long legs around his neck and use his tongue until she begged for his cock, then use his cock until she begged for mercy.
Fuck. I could be that guy.
Except I couldn’t be. Not tonight. Because I wasn’t a horny college student anymore either—I was just a horny single dad who didn’t have the luxury of taking a woman home and lavishing all my time and attention on her the way I wanted to.
As soon as I had the thought, I felt guilty. Scotty was the love of my life and always would be, and whenever I felt the slightest bit resentful about something I couldn’t do because of him, that resentment was immediately crushed by shame. He didn’t ask to be born wired differently, into a terrible relationship, to a mother who would decide she couldn’t handle being a parent, to a father who wasn’t prepared for any of it. He was completely innocent, and he needed me to be a better man.
Running a hand through my hair, I exhaled and wondered if I should ask Jillian for a raincheck on a night when Scotty’s usual sitter could be there. If he woke up again and I wasn’t home yet, he might never get back to sleep. We’d be up all night, tomorrow would be miserable, and the whole start to the week would be off.
But she was so beautiful. And I hadn’t been this attracted to someone in so long.
“Fuck,” I muttered, checking my watch. What was the right thing to do? If she were a different sort of woman, if her brother-in-law weren’t my friend and client, if we lived three states apart…if any number of circumstances were changed, I’d grab her hand, drag her out to my car, and spend the next thirty minutes fucking her brains out in the back seat. It would feel so good to take control that way, to lose control that way, to release some of this fucking tension. But was that fair to her?
My phone buzzed in my pocket.
“Hello?”
“He’s up again.” Monica’s voice was strained, and in the background I heard the familiar keening of a nighttime meltdown. My chest hurt, the way it always did when Scotty was upset.
“Shit. OK, I’m on my way. Twenty minutes, OK? Thirty at the most.”
“OK.”
“Tell him he can play on his iPad.”
“That’ll just rile him up more. He’s tired. He needs to go to sleep.”
I clenched my fist. “Just do it, OK? It will help calm him until I get there.”
As I ended the call, I heard footsteps above, and then Jillian appeared at the top of the stairs carrying a small suitcase. I watched her descend, the tightness in my chest growing. Also the tightness in my pants. “Hey.”
“Hey,” she said, her face concerned as she reached the ground and saw my expression. She set down the suitcase. “What’s up?”
Sighing, I put my phone back in my pocket. “I have to get home. Scotty woke up and he’s upset.”
“Oh.” She tried to hide it, but I saw the disappointment in her eyes.
“I’m really sorry. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”
“That’s OK. I understand.”
“Can I call you?”
“Of course.” She smiled, and her lips looked so soft and inviting, I took a step closer.
If you kiss her, it will be that much harder to leave.
I knew it was the truth, but I couldn’t help myself. One kiss. Just one. And then I’ll go. I moved even closer and took her head in my hands.
The curve of her smile deepened. “What are you doing?”
“I’m thinking about kissing you.”
“Stop thinking.”
I lowered my lips to hers and let them rest there, fully intending the kiss to be short and sweet, just a goodnight.
But I couldn’t break it off. I wanted more—I wanted to taste her. Slanting my head, I changed the angle of the kiss, teasing her mouth open with mine, slipping my tongue between her lips. A little sigh escaped her, and my dick jumped to life again.
You have to go, you have to go, you have to go.
But her hands were moving up my chest and my fingers were sliding into her soft brown hair and I could smell something sweet and citrusy on her skin and it mingled with the taste of whiskey on my tongue and oh God, I wanted my tongue everywhere on her body. I wanted make her come with it just so I could hear that little sigh again and again and again. And I wanted to feel my hands in her hair just like this while she got on her knees and took my cock between her lips, looking up at me with those big blue eyes…
Groaning, I forced myself to take my lips off her before I completely lost my senses. “God, I wish I could stay,” I said, resting my forehead against hers. “I wish a lot of things.”
“I know.” She played with my tie again. “I wish I was taking this tie off you, not straightening it.”
“What a coincidence, that’s one of my wishes too.”
Melanie Harlow likes her martinis dry, her heels high, and her history with the naughty bits left in. When she’s not writing or reading, she gets her kicks from TV series like VEEP, Game of Thrones, House of Cards, and Homeland. She occasionally runs three miles, but only so she can have more gin and steak.
Melanie is the author of the HAPPY CRAZY LOVE series, the FRENCHED series, and the sexy historical SPEAK EASY duet, set in the 1920s. She lifts her glass to romance readers and writers from her home near Detroit, MI, where she lives with her husband, two daughters, and pet rabbit.
Showmance, LH Cosway
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Damon Atwood was Hollywood’s golden boy. Having won an Oscar at the tender age of thirteen, he had the life many could only dream about. But his success came at a price, and after a short but fruitful film career, he chose to live a life of obscurity on a remote Scottish island. Thirteen years later he’s finally ready to make his return, starting with a lead role in a musical on London’s West End.
As a choreographer’s assistant, Rose Taylor has always faded into the background. She watches shows come to life from the side lines, but has never craved the attention of stardom. When rumours begin circulating of Damon’s involvement in her latest gig, she doesn’t predict how she will be thrust into the limelight, nor how the mysterious and strangely introverted man will need her to teach him how to be a star again.
Rose knows that show crushes don’t last. Actors fall for each other during the intensity of a production, often losing themselves in their roles. These kinds of affairs burn bright and then they fade. The question is, should Rose let herself shine with Damon, or guard her heart from being broken after the final curtain call?
Release Date: May 16, 2016
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L.H. Cosway has a BA in English Literature and Greek and Roman Civilisation, and an MA in Postcolonial Literature. She lives in Dublin city. Her inspiration to write comes from music. Her favourite things in life include writing stories, vintage clothing, dark cabaret music, food, musical comedy, and of course, books.
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They took my life and freedom at the age of sixteen.
my prison
I live in their walks by their rules with the false and deluded hope that one day things will be different. That one day I’ll no longer be merely an object of their perverse fantasies. But deep in my heart I know there is only one end to my nightmare–death.
Until him…
my Master
Some call my home paradise, others know it as hell but it’s the only life I’ve ever known.
My legacy
At the age of ten, I saw my mother’s dead body carried out if our room. The organization became my family, molding and shaking me in their image, but I never forgot the lesson my mother taught me. I only live by their rules to get what I want in return… Her.
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Raven Bloomberg finds herself stuck in Florence, Italy over Valentine’s Day weekend. Not only has her business trip taken a turn, but she finds herself sharing a hotel room with the reason that’s caused her to be stranded. Pushed outside her comfort zone, she decides to let loose and enjoy her weekend. The only problem is; she might have enjoyed it a little too much.Pierce Ashton has a secret that he’s not ready to share. His love for art and travel has him bouncing from country to country. But, a particular art gallery assistant has him wanting more.
Hearts in Florence is about opening your eyes to see the colors of the world, you never know what else might open up on a weekend of firsts.
Dazzled, Jane Harvey-Berrick
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Miles Stephens is a young actor from London. Out of work, unemployable, and fired from his last job, he unexpectedly gets the chance to star in a big-time Hollywood movie.
The film is a great success, propelling him to worldwide fame – but when the dream doesn’t match the reality, he turns to Clare, lifelong friend and girl next door.
Clare knows two important facts:
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When you break chocolate, the calories fall out…
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And that she’s totally in love with clueless Miles.
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Miles
“What’s an infrared fat wrap?” I wondered, out loud.
Honey, Personal Assistant, sighed theatrically, then winked. “Watch and learn, grasshopper.”
“Yes, Honey Scholes calling on behalf of my client Miles Stephens. No, you will not put me on hold—I want to speak to Wendy immediately about the Dazzled premiere, so you will not make me look an asshole, got that?”
She was put through instantly.
Damn.
After a quick word of explanation to Wendy, she passed me the phone.
“Yeah, hi Wendy. I need an evening dress for the premiere, well, not for me, for a friend. You met her that first time … I … um…”
Don’t remind her of that, you dick!
“Ah, the young lady who was with you? The British girl?”
“Yeah, yeah, my friend Clare.”
“And what size is your friend?”
“Fu … I mean, I’m not really sure … uh, a British size 14 I’d guess. I don’t know what that is in American…” I glanced desperately at Honey.
“Ten to 12,” she whispered.
“Yeah, um, ten to 12.”
“I see. Yes, well, it’s rather short notice for such an unusually large sizing, but I’m sure Miss Da Silva can accommodate your request. There’s an Alexander McQueen that might do?”
“Yeah, whatever you think. Just not yellow—she’ll look like Big Bird.”
Oh, shit! I’d spoken without connecting my mouth to my brain. Thankfully, Wendy just coughed to cover up her laughter.
“Of course, Mr. Stephens. Not yellow.”
“Great, thanks. Um, do I need to come and pick it up or…?”
Honey rolled her eyes at me.
“No, Mr. Stephens,” Wendy answered, patiently. “We’ll send it with a couple of alternatives. Do you need one of our dressers, too? If you could let me know the name of your friend’s hotel?”
“No, I mean, she’s staying at my place. I can help her dress. I mean, um…”
There was a long pause and I cringed, realizing how that sounded. But Wendy was too professional to comment.
When we finished, I handed the phone back to Honey and dropped my head into my hands.
“I really suck at this.”
She patted my shoulder sympathetically.
“It gets easier, Miles, but this brand of crazy isn’t for everyone.”
For as long as I can remember, I wanted to write. Perhaps it was growing up in a village well known for its mystery and folklore, which sparked my imagination as a child.
I enjoy writing in several different genres, and I’ve just published my first romcom, ‘Dazzled’.
All my books have a little me in them, and I’m inspired by the personal stories of those around me. It’s often from a simple discussion overheard in the train (‘Exposure’), in a café, or in the street, where ideas for characters or scenes come to me.
I fell in love with both Sam (‘The New Samurai’) and the eponymous Sebastian in ‘The Education of Sebastian’ and the sequel ‘The Education of Caroline’, and missed them desperately once I’d finished their stories. I love writing dialogue and always try to include touches of humour in the most poignant stories.
Whether you like adult romance novels, new or young adult writing, thrillers, or fantasy, I hope you’ll enjoy the journey through my stories.
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BEND ME, BREAK ME by Chelsea M. Cameron
Today we are revealing the cover for BEND ME, BREAK ME by Chelsea M. Cameron. This book is a New Adult Romantic Suspense title. Release date will be announced soon.
BOOK BLURB:
One girl.
Lonely.
Broken.
Lost.
One boy.
Determined.
Guilty.
Lost.
Two hearts.
One terrible secret.
It will either bring them together or tear them apart.
ADD BEND ME, BREAK ME TO GOODREADS
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TEASER:
“I get it,” she said. “I finally get it.” She wouldn’t look up at me, instead concentrating on her hands. There were a few freckles on the backs of them. I wanted to take one of her purple pens and connect them to make constellations on her skin.
“Get what?” I asked. Her eyes came up to my face.
“Why you’re so obsessed with me.” I raised both eyebrows, but inside, I was panicked. What if she figured me out? That would be disastrous. It would be the end.
“And why is that?” I said, trying to be playful.
“I’m mysterious,” she said, she wiggled her fingers in front of my face and the right side of her mouth drew up. Was that a smirk? Did Ingrid just smirk at me?
“Oh, is that what you think it is?” After so many intense moments, this moment of levity was like a cool drink for a parched throat.
“Definitely. What else could it be?” I wasn’t going to answer that.
“You got me,” I said, putting my hands up as if I surrendered. “I’m a sucker for a mystery.”
She nodded and I thought I spotted another smile, but it was gone quickly, stuffed away behind rigid lips.
“Thank you,” she said, so quietly that I almost didn’t catch it.
“You’re very welcome, Ingrid. Anytime.” I got up and brought her some pizza and another glass of water. I had the feeling she hadn’t been eating much recently.
She carefully ate two slices and had two water refills. It made the color in her cheeks come back.
“You must think I’m crazy,” she said.
“No. I don’t think that at all.” I wouldn’t think that about anyone, least of all her.
“Liar.”
“I’m not lying. Look at me.” I would never get used to the way her eyes seared into me.
“I don’t think you’re crazy, Ingrid. Not even a little bit.” Her eyes narrowed and I could tell she was assessing if I was telling the truth or not.
“Okay,” she finally said. “I believe you.”
“Good.”
AUTHOR INFORMATION:
Chelsea M. Cameron is a New York Times/USA Today Best Selling author from Maine. Lover of things random and ridiculous, Jane Austen/Charlotte
and Emily Bronte Fangirl, red velvet cake enthusiast, obsessive tea drinker, vegetarian, former cheerleader and world’s worst video gamer. When not writing, she enjoys watching infomercials, singing in the car, tweeting (this one time, she was tweeted by Neil Gaiman) and playing fetch with her cat, Sassenach. She has a degree in journalism from the University of Maine, Orono that she promptly abandoned to write about the people in her own head. More often than not, these people turn out to be just as weird as she is.
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Target on our Backs, J.M Darhower
in His Eyes #3)
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to give it.
for the rest of my days. But nobody’s promised an infinite number of tomorrows.
Nobody’s promised forever. Sometimes, all we have left is today.
are making it hard for me to live in peace. I’ve got so much blood on my hands
they’ll never be clean, and somebody out there seems to want me to pay for it. Happily Ever After always comes at a
cost, one any real man would be willing to pay. But that doesn’t mean I’m just
going to roll over and accept these consequences.
fought for?
Wherever It Leads, Adriana Locke
Those qualities equal only one thing.
Big. Freaking. Trouble.
Brynne Calloway knows that anything that seems too good to be true usually is. Fenton Abbott and his cashmere voice, Adonis body, and a magnetism like no other clearly falls into that category. But what’s life without a little risk?
It was supposed to be a rebound, an uncomplicated escape from reality. But nothing ever goes as planned. Fenton turns out to be so much more … in ways Brynne never sees coming.
Excerpt
Dashing into the closet, I look on the rack where I hung the red one up from yesterday.
Gone.
“That fucker.”
“Who?”
I spin around to see Fenton leaning against the doorframe. His blue tie is loose, his jacket missing, his hair a mussed-up, yummy mess.
“The thief,” I say, hands on my hips, trying to hide my desire to wrap my legs around his waist and kiss the hell out of him.
“We have a thief?” He watches me with complete sincerity, like he has no clue what I’m talking about.
“We do. And he seems to have a penchant for my bikinis.”
“Huh.”
“Yeah,” I say, traipsing over to him. “And nobody likes a thief.”
“You know what else nobody likes?” He shoves off the frame and wraps his hands around my waist, lacing his fingers together in the dip at the small of my back. “Girls that can’t listen.”
“I’ve never been a good listener,” I sigh dramatically. “I just make things happen … like when my bikinis get stolen, I just call the concierge and have them bring me another one up. Something skimpy and very, very sexy.”
He smacks my ass, making me yelp.
“And I charged it to your room since you stole my others. Thief.”
“Did you really have them bring you another one?” he chuckles, a sinful smirk on his face. He’s trying to figure out how to handle me, yet still get his way.
“No,” I give in, as his lips find the crook of my neck. “But I hadn’t ruled it out.”
“You’re going to make me crazy, you know that?”
He brushes his lips to mine and, in a split second, has me forgetting all about the bikinis. I’m focused solely on getting him out of his suit.
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