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Blurb:

 

With the purchase of a darling little house on the Washington coast, Laura Nichols took decisive control of her life. The dramatic ocean vistas are the only type of drama she’s willing to allow in her life these days. As a bonus, small towns are toxic to power hungry alpha males. Clean salt air, blue skies, and wet sand stuck to the soles of her feet sound like heaven.

 

Pity no one told her heaven comes with an expiration label that closely resembles the toe tag on a John Doe. Or that the chief of police in her sleepy town would be more alpha, and far more irresistible, than any Gucci suit wearing date she’d suffered through in Olympia. And if her high-ranking political family finds out about the attempts on her life, a security detail will be camped out in her living room. But hey, what’s a little attempted murder between friends?

 

Excerpt:

 

Nate opened the screen door, stepped inside and her small foyer shrank. He stood a head taller than the shorter officer, with the thick, muscled body of a defensive linebacker. Not handsome exactly, which made it difficult to understand why she couldn’t tear her gaze free. Could have something to do with the way danger and magnetic appeal wrapped around his broad shoulders like a super hero’s cape.

Nate’s gaze was decidedly cool. “I don’t see any children, Kev.”

Aloof and deep, his voice penetrated her defenses, a one-ton diesel truck idling in the drive; power, masculinity, freedom… raw virility in its truest form. A flush warmed her skin, her body softening in subtle submission.

Inhaling deeply, she watched him take her in from the tip of her bright red toenails to the top of her mussed hair. For all the emotion he showed, she could have been a bag of potato chips on a store shelf. Laura’s spine snapped straight as she shook off the haze of attraction, fisted her hands at her sides and narrowed her eyes.

“I’m Chief Nathaniel Sterling with the Long Beach Police Department. You’re Miss Nichols?” At her nod, he flipped open the front of his tweed blazer to reveal the butt of a very large black gun. He slipped his thumbs into his front pockets, splaying long fingers across the front of dark trousers and glanced down her hall. His eyes narrowed, turning his expression darker, more formidable, as it returned to her. “Want to tell me what happened tonight?”

No, I thought we could play a little guessing game.

“Do I have a choice?” Yeah, intimidation had never worked well on her.

He arched a dark brow.

Neat trick. Did he practice in front of a mirror? She rubbed her forehead and sighed. When had she become such a royal witch? “I’m going to get dressed first.”

A beat passed as once more his hard gaze moved over her like a physical touch, spreading heat through her belly. Every second in his presence notched her awareness up until she wanted to scream. She’d had her fill of controlling, arrogant men. In fact, in moving beyond her family’s sphere of influence, she hoped to find a nice, normal guy—the exact opposite of Chief Sterling, based on the vibes coming off him.

“Sure,” he said. “I’ll wait.”

“Gee, thanks.” Laura spun on her heel and jogged up the steps, feeling his gaze on her the whole way.

*****

Miss Nichols’ simple oversized sleep tee exposed one creamy shoulder, teasingly outlining killer curves when she moved. Nate watched her run up the steps, mesmerized by the flash of smooth legs, gorgeous riot of hair and jiggle of her firm ass. He enjoyed the view, but the spark of sass and irritation he’d seen in her eyes made him hot under the collar.

Usually, something along the lines of light reflecting off a gun barrel was required to snare the entirety of his attention. A woman? Not if he could help it.

 

Bio

 

Angel Nicholas spent her childhood writing angst-ridden poetry and hiding behind romance novels. Now the mother of four children, fiction is still her refuge. Excessive caffeine fuels her typing. The splendors of Idaho inspire her muse. When she’s not torturing her characters, Angel can be found in the nearest coffee shop or shoe store.

 

Find her online: Facebook “Author Angel Nicholas,” Twitter @_AngelNicholas, and on her website at www.angelnicholas.com!

 

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Despite Sam’s reluctance to work alongside V, his distrust of the woman who broke his young heart is no match for their swiftly rekindling passion. Yet even as V’s tough PR persona gives way to her softer side, Sam wonders if their chemistry is enough to overcome the wounds left unhealed between them. But when the devastating truth of V’s past is exposed, threatening both her career and their second chance, Sam finds himself asking a different question: does he have what it takes to win back her love?

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A painful past. A wall of icy steel. And an ex from hell.

Could the holidays get any worse? After his dad’s death, Detroit FBI field agent Colton Ramsay had his doubts. His mom’s on hospice and his ex-girlfriend recently married his ex-roommate (and former best friend). Then, the Bureau assigns him to investigate a serial murder in the frozen wastelands of the Upper Peninsula—where snow is measured in feet—there goes the freaking New Year.

Until sexy ski hill manager Kyra Erikkson storms into Colton’s life. Her chestnut curls and baby blues ignite a carnal need within that he’d suppressed long ago—nothing that a well-placed snowbank can’t fix. Fiercely protective of her quintessential, Norman Rockwell-esque town, Kyra hands him a good dose of Yooper-ese along with her schoolmarm-ish ways. As the woman threatens to thaw Colton’s hardened shell, he swears she’ll drive him to a slow death…or into the sauna.

When Colton discovers her dangerous past, protecting Kyra and her adorable five-year-old son is more important than the case. They need him, and he needs Kyra’s love. Can he lower his walls once and for all to let Kyra melt his icy heart?

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Coming June 27, 2017 from Lyrical Underground
DIRTY LITTLE SECRETS
Book Two in the A Likely Story Series
from AJ Nuest


Revenge might be cold . . .


Xander Dade has a deep-seated regret, and the nomadic decade he’s spent doling out justice as a computer hacker hasn’t helped ease his conscience. Ever since Charlie McGovern was asked to leave the specialized revenge-for-hire business called Dirty Deeds, the curvy blonde bombshell has been stuck in his head. And now that the talented thief is being stalked by a dangerous enemy, Xander isn’t about to let her slip through his fingers—not when he’s so close to convincing her she belongs in his bed . . .


But desire is a dish best served hot


Caught in a high-stakes game of cat and mouse, Charlie won’t be surrendering her secrets any time soon. Not even when long-lost friend, Xander Dade, shows up, packing a sexy agenda all his own. Her movements are being tracked, and accepting his help may put everyone she loves in danger. Things are getting too hot to handle, and selling her secrets to the highest bidder may end up costing more than her heart . . .

 
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Well. Her shoulders hiked to
around her ears as she filled her lungs. Dropped in a hard shrug as she firmly
exhaled. Not a heartbeat later, a smile teased the corner of her mouth, and she
nearly chuckled. Whoever he was, she had to hand it to the guy. He’d just saved
her a Himalayan-sized heap of trouble. Starting now, she owed him a huge round
of thanks for his help.

 
He descended the steps as she
strode those last few feet toward her building. Geez, he had to top out
somewhere around six-four. Broad shoulders, trim hips. Rolling, sexy swagger in
his gait.
 
And dinner. At the very least,
she owed him her thanks and dinner.
 
The form-fitted stretch of a
white thermal shirt peeked through the unbuttoned sides of his red plaid
button-down and leather jacket, and her brow twitched at the thought of
exploring those cut ridges and slopes with her tongue.
 
Yowza. And if he played his cards
right, possibly an invitation to spend the night.
 
A five o’clock shadow covered his
jaw, the scruff a thick sandy brown, and framed a pair of lips that had been
molded by some evil entity with the sole purpose of shutting down a woman’s
brain.
 
Good God. Talk about an eyegasm. That
fantastic mouth had chew toy written all over it.
 
“So, yeah. That was pretty
impressive. Thanks for—” She locked onto his gaze and withdrew a step, her jaw hanging
off its hinge like the broken gate the super refused to fix by the fire escape.
Only one person she’d ever met had eyes that rivaled the clear, aquamarine
warmth of the Caribbean Sea, but there was no
way
he’d shown up in her part of town. “X-ray?”
 
The left corner of that luscious
mouth slid up in a lopsided grin, and she sputtered, shaking her head. Dear
God, it was him. She would’ve known
that heart-stopping smile anywhere.
 
“Hey, Chuck.” He ate up the
remaining space in one relaxed, easy stride. “It’s good to see you. Sorry for
stopping by unannounced.”
 
What in all the sweet holy
hotness was he doing here? She
snapped her mouth shut, her brain tripping over itself to catch up. Those were
his eyes, all right, and that was most definitely the lethal tilted smile she’d
always thought was so darn cute. But the rest of him did not resemble the same gawky teenager she’d left standing in
Malcolm’s front hallway ten years ago.
 
Heck, given the two-year age gap
between them, back then, she’d always kinda considered him her geeky, klutzy
version of a kid brother.
 
Well, not anymore. Whatever tread
climber he’d been dating, the pendulum had officially swung the other way.
“Trust me when I say it’s not a problem.”


Genre:  Romantic Suspense
Heat Rating: 4 Flames
Release Date: June 27, 2017
Author: AJ Nuest
 
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Dirty Deeds
A Likely Story by AJ Nuest
An Eye for an Eye

As owner of Dirty Deeds, a tech-savvy company specializing in the age-old art of revenge, Eden Smith knows first-hand that secrecy is critical. But when a dead body washes up on the shores of Lake Michigan clutching her business card, Eden’s well-constructed world begins to fall apart. Apparently, she’s not the only one with a passion for payback, and staying alive to outsmart a killer has become her most important job of all. 

Game for a Game

Hardened homicide detective Kelly Riordan is convinced Eden Smith is hiding more than she’s willing to admit. Years on the force have taught him that nothing is what it seems, and that couldn’t be truer than when it comes to investigating the alluring owner of a revenge-for-hire business. But revealing her past could put everything Eden has worked for in jeopardy. And trusting a man like Riordan goes against the very instincts that have kept her alive this long.

Book one in the highly-anticipated



Kelly’s phone chirped, and he frowned, slipping it from the
pocket of his jeans. A glance at the caller ID, and he jerked to attention.
“Holy shit.”

 
He knew that number. It’d been the bane of existence for the
past forty-eight hours.
 
Archer lifted his brows. “Problem?”
 
Holding up his hand, Kelly thumbed the screen. Whether or
not this call qualified as a problem was still up for grabs. “Riordan.”
 
“I heard you’ve been looking for me, Detective.” The voice
was female, soft, held a slight hint of humor. Yep. He raked his hand through
his hair. This was gonna be a problem, all right. “I hope you don’t mind that I
called.”
 
His brows jacked toward his hairline. Mind that she
called?
What the hell was she trying to pull? For Christ’s sake, the woman
had not only located his private number, she’d dialed it and then acted like
calling him was no big deal. Meanwhile, he’d only spent the last two days
driving himself nuts trying to figure out her loca—
 
His eyes slammed shut. But, of course, she already knew
that. Which could only mean she also knew his efforts at trying to find her had
resulted in a dead end. So she’d called him. A power play to
establish right from the get-go exactly who was in charge.
 
Nice move, Dirty Deeds. Bitchy, but nice.
 
“Are you there? Maybe I’ve called at a bad time. If you
want, I can always—”
 
“No, no, I’m here.” He locked onto Archer and wrote an invisible
line through the air, signaling for him to get some paper and a pen. Kelly
cleared his throat. “How can I help you, Miss…?”
 
She laughed. Smooth, low. Like a shot of barrel-aged whiskey
had just slid down her throat. “I think the question you meant to ask is how
can I help you.”
 
Dammit. Huge problem. Huge, huge problem. Not to mention,
she seemed to be enjoying this game she’d cooked up. A game she played without
giving him the parameters. “Had I known it would be this easy to get your
assistance, I would’ve started asking questions about you a long time ago.”
 
It was a stupid thing to say since he hadn’t even known she
existed until Monday night, but based on the way her husky laugh brushed his
ear like a feather, she got the point.
 
“Very good, Detective. At ten o’clock tonight, I’ll be at 17
South State Street on the twenty-first floor, room 4-B. I’ll give you ten
minutes.” She paused. “Funny, I was about to say come alone, but I know you
won’t. Besides, that sounds corny. Even for me.”
 
The line disconnected.
 
Kelly lowered the phone and stared at the screen. On
impulse, he hit *69 to dial back the number, but a weird busy signal repeatedly
beeped in his ear. Yep. He’d just been spanked and, at the same time, something
about her… 



Damn, the woman had him intrigued.

Genre: Romantic Suspense
Heat Rating: 4 Flames
Publication Date: January 31, 2017
Publisher:  Lyrical Underground
Author: AJ Nuest 
 
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5 Big Emotional Bells & Whistles

Wrecked, the first book in Sarah Grimm’s Blind Man’s Alibi series, is aptly named.

This story will definitely wreck you.

Review: Rock N Roll and cancer. An odd combination one wouldn’t expect to find in a romance, but the author takes the mix and delivers a rich, gritty, steamy, and heart-wrenching love story. Aptly named, Wrecked is a powerfully emotional romantic journey that will linger in your mind long after the last page is turned.

Haunted Souls by Kathryn Knight

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Four years ago, Emily Shea and Staff Sergeant Brett Leeds agreed to part with no strings attached. Sparks flew during their brief affair, but fate intervened, sending Brett overseas. When an unexpected pregnancy derailed Emily’s own plans, her attempts to locate Brett were soon overwhelmed by the challenges of single motherhood. Now, Brett has returned home, and Emily is forced to share her secret.

Despite feeling betrayed, Brett is determined to forge a relationship with their son, Tyler. As the former lovers battle both their inner demons and their mutual desire, another presence enters their lives—Tyler’s imaginary friend.

Soon, however, the chilling evidence points to a different conclusion: a ghost has formed a dangerous connection with their son. Emily’s attempts to help both a lost soul and a friend in need spiral toward a deadly confrontation, and Brett must race to save Emily before he loses her again—forever.

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Author Photo 3Kathryn Knight spends a great deal of time in her fictional world, where mundane chores don’t exist and daily life involves steamy romance, dangerous secrets, and spooky suspense.  Kathryn writes contemporary romance spiked with mysterious hauntings as well as YA paranormal romance filled with forbidden love.  Her novels are award-winning #1 Amazon Bestsellers and RomCon Reader Rated picks.  When she’s not reading or writing, Kathryn spends her time catching up on those mundane chores, driving kids around, and teaching writing classes. Two of her ghost story/romance titles, Gull Harbor and Haunted Souls, are set on beautiful Cape Cod, where she lives with her husband, their two sons, and a number of rescued pets.

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Only For A Night
by Naima Simone
Series: The Lick Series, Book 1
Genre: Erotic Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Entangled Publishing
Release Date: May 30, 2016

 

 

One night would never be enough…

Rion Ward fought hard to be free of the Irish mob life. Now, as the co-owner of Boston’s hottest aphrodisiac club, he’s traded crime for the ultimate sexual fantasy. But when the “good girl” from his past walks through Lick’s doors, he discovers that his unconsummated hunger for her never abated.

Widowed for two years from a man who felt that anything besides the missionary position was dirty, Harper Shaw is ready to move on. The first step to feeling alive again is sex. Hot, dirty, black-out-from-orgasm sex. And who better to provide it than the brooding, sexy, tatted bad boy-turned-man she’s known for years?

Rion, however, has one stipulation: He’ll be hers only for one night. One night to explore her every fantasy. One night to push her limits.  One night to introduce her to a passion that makes both doubt if it will be enough…

 

 

 

“What are you doing here?” The deep, midnight voice sliced through the memories, and Harper willingly locked the vault on them. Rion’s velvet tone slid over her exposed skin like a velvet caress, resonating in her chest, curling in her belly—and lower. “I asked you a question,” he said, the demand silky but no less menacing.
 “I-I came here to speak with y-you,” she stammered. God, she sounded like an idiot. “I hoped we could talk.”
A black eyebrow arched high. “Talk,” he enunciated, a corner of his sensual mouth curling into a faintly sardonic sneer. “What could you and I possibly have to talk about?”
“I—” She peered over his shoulder, for the first time noticing the blond giant standing behind Rion. Sasha. Sasha Merchant. A close friend of Rion’s. “Would you mind if we… Can we speak in private?”
“No.”
She reeled back on her death-defying heels, teetering before grabbing the table tighter. “No?” she repeated. Seconds of silence passed between them. Irritation warred with mortification, and she tilted her chin in spite of the heat rushing up her throat and into her face. “That’s it? Just no?”
“Yes.”
She sighed, exasperated. “Rion…”
“Go home,” he interrupted, the order unyielding, hard. Dismissive.
“Rion, please,” she murmured, cringing at the plea that crept into her voice.
“Sasha, would you mind escorting her safely to her car?” He turned, again disregarding her without hearing her out.
Anger shoved the hurt aside, surging hot and hard inside her. She’d been dismissed, shelved, or patronized too often in her life. She’d also been mute, opting to remain silent, not rock the boat. Not voice her needs, her wants…her desires. Well, that time had passed.
She was tired of living—no, existing—in a cocoon that was supposed to be safe but was really suffocating.
And he didn’t get to push her back into that cocoon.
Aiming a dark scowl at Rion, Sasha stepped forward, his hand extended toward her. “Sorry, sweetheart—”
“Wait a minute,” she snarled, skirting past Sasha and latching onto Rion’s arm, ignoring the sexy flex of muscle beneath her fingers and palm. Rion froze, probably in surprise rather than from her hold. “We were friends for a long time. Too long for you to just toss me aside like a stranger. Okay it’s been five years since we’ve seen one another. You can at least give me five seconds.”
Slowly, Rion pivoted, dislodging her hand. Staring up into his lean face with its stark lines and stormy eyes, she shivered. Fear had picked a fine time to remind her the absolute stupidity of stirring a predator.
“Five seconds.” He slid his hands in his pants pockets.
“Thank you.” She sighed, relieved. “If we could just—”
“Three,” he stated, his tone past bored and veering into catatonic.
“I need you,” she blurted. Damn. Oh God. Just…damn.
His eyes narrowed. “What do you need me for?”
“I can’t—” Panic crawling up her throat, she shot a glance at Sasha who didn’t even pretend not to be absorbed with the scene playing out before him. “Rion,” she whispered.
“Two seconds.”
“Damn it. Sex. I need you for sex.”
For the first time, Rion lost his stoicism, shock widening his eyes and parting his lips. Beside him, Sasha sounded as if he were being strangled, and her? She squeezed her eyes shut, flames bursting inside her, consuming her in a conflagration of humiliation. Jesus Christ. Was death by mortification possible?
“Oh f**k,” she groaned.
“Yeah,” Rion drawled. “I got that.”
Yes. Definitely possible.

 

 

 

 

 

Naima Simone’s love of romance was first stirred by Johanna Lindsey and Linda Howard many years ago. Though her first attempt at writing a romance novel at age 11 never saw the light of day, her love of romance and writing has endured. Now, she spends her time creating stories of unique men and women who experience the dizzying heights of passion and the tender heat of love.

She is wife to Superman—or his non-Kryptonian, less bullet proof equivalent—and mother to the most awesome kids ever. They all live in perfect, domestically-challenged bliss in the southern United States.

 

 

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