Denying the Alpha Anthology featuring Sarah Marsh #NewRelease #Shifters #PNR #anthology @SM_fiction @evernightpub

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Denying The Alpha

Some happily-ever-afters take more effort than others…

The strong alpha heroes in our anthology are determined to claim their mates—but their women are anything but submissive. They’ll have to work twice as hard to get what they want. It’ll be a power struggle as the alphas and their women learn that the volatile energy between them is the beginning of something wonderful.

These nine hand-picked stories are hot enough to curl your toes. Get ready to fall in love with an alpha.

 

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Evernight: https://www.evernightpublishing.com/denying-the-alpha-anthologies

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07KKLCG38

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IBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/au/book/denying-the-alpha/id1442311963

 

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My story in this collection is called Bearly Caught, here is the blurb for you!

Blurb:

Daniella Holt needed to get away from a controlling ex that wouldn’t take no for an answer, she thought that a few weeks in Hillion Falls renovating her Aunt’s house before she could sell it would be just the ticket. But there’s something odd about the small community that she can’t quite put her finger on and the handsome town mayor she runs into is definitely a distraction that she doesn’t need.

Emmett Greyson is the pack Alpha of Hillion Falls and things usually come fairly easy for him. Until he meets the niece of one of his former pack members and she has his bear all tied up in knots. Unfortunately, Dani doesn’t seem to be like any other woman he’s met before, and if he thinks it’s going to be easy to get her attention or her trust—he’d better think again.

When Dani ends up hurt they’re all in for a surprise no one could have anticipated, but will the crazy changes happening in her life drive her back to the man she didn’t want, or will Emmett find a way to catch Dani’s skittish heart once and for all?

 

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New audiobook — Ex-Con’s Fake Fiance by Paige Warren #romanticsuspense #Audible #RomanceBooks #NewRelease

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An ex-con falsely accused of a crime, Braedan O’Connor has spent the past year in jail. Anxious to get home and start his life over, he’s surprised to find his home inhabited by a rather delectable woman – who’s told the entire town she’s his fiance.

Ainsley hadn’t expected to get caught in the man’s home. Face to face with the handsome stranger, one who makes her senses come alive, she isn’t sure what to expect. Knowing he was in jail frightens her, but her hands aren’t exactly clean either. Just how far is Ainsley willing to take her charade?

No cheating. No cliffhanger. Guaranteed HEA.

 

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  • Narrated by: Elizabeth Meadowood
  • Length: 1 hr and 51 mins
  • Unabridged Audiobook
  • Release date: 10-06-18
  • Language: English

Shelter: The Reckoning by Allyson Young #NewRelease #Suspense #PostApocalypse #RomanceBooks

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Captain Jesse Forbes was understandably mistaken in his original assessment of Colonel Mitchell Stone. But his method of gathering that intel has blown up in his face. Given Addison Longwood’s history, he knows she’ll never offer him a second chance, and working together against a common foe is going to be torture in more ways than one.

Addison hopes for the best but expects the worst as she and her fellow defenders gain reinforcements and take it to the enemy, unaware another betrayal awaits them. Survivors change sides and lines are blurred—good guys and bad guys wear camo.

 

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Excerpt: 

 

Stepping right into her space, he grasped her by the upper arms and yanked her close. The familiar feel of his body against her own, his scent, thrust her into memories—the good ones that had temporarily replaced the ones from her childhood—and nearly overwhelmed her common sense.

 

“Addy, I need to you to listen to me. Please.” For an instant, she longed to melt into him, to let him kiss her the way he did, to escape from the reality that was to come. To allow what usually followed such a kiss. Her innate sense of survival overrode the impulse. Trust was such a fragile thing… Fool me once. She carried enough shame.

 

Twisting free, the strength of his fingers likely leaving marks, she put distance between them. “Don’t. Not ever.” The words, spoken so adamantly, quietly and so coldly, fell between them and rose up like an invisible wall only the two of them could see.

 

Jesse stilled, staring at her, his whiskey-golden eyes morphing into solid amber. “You’ll never forgive me.”

 

“There’s nothing to forgive.” She repeated what she’d said to Marcia and would repeat forever, if necessary. “Means to an end. I get it. I’d be stupid to let it get to me. But that doesn’t mean I’ll let you use me again. We can’t afford to allow anything get in the way of what’s coming next. We can’t afford to be … distracted. You have everything you need.”

 

“This is about what happened to you growing up.” The wistful, arbitrary feeling about her own needs burned away with white-hot rage. Damn him.

 

She managed a shrug but then hit back, forgetting her resolve to remain distanced. “Such a clever spy, Forbes. You know all my secrets. Good on you. Hope your real boss appreciates your diligence. Anything for the cause. It’ll look good in your report. Make sure you spell my name right.”

 

“That’s not—” He growled something under his breath and stalked over to a folding table, kicking a chair out of the way.

 

“I’m leaving. And don’t pull anything like this again.” She made her weak knees stiffen so her legs could carry her past him.

 

“It became so much more, Addison.” He turned and spread his hands. “I can’t go back. I wish I could. If I’d known what it could become, I’d have waited. Until you knew who I really was.”

 

She shut her eyes tightly against a new shard of pain in her chest before gaining the exit, not able to form a coherent response. A terrible sense of loss hollowed her senseless, but she schooled her features.

 

 About the author:

 

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Allyson Young aka Peri Elizabeth Scott lives in cottage country, Manitoba, Canada. She and her husband pretend to work well together in their seasonal business. She has always enjoyed the written word, and after reading an erotic romance, quite by mistake, decided to try her hand at penning one. That was followed by a mix of spicy (Ally) and sweet (Peribeth) romances in various genres as well as a post-apocalyptic adventure without a lick of romance by Peribeth. A bestselling Amazon author, a hybrid, and a coauthor, as of April 2018 she has published seven series and several standalones, with others in the works.

 

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Shelter The Beginning by Allyson Young/Peri Elizabeth Scott #RomanceBooks #NewRelease

Addison Longwood survived the plague that struck down almost everyone around her. She survived the hazardous trek into the countryside to find shelter within a group of like-minded individuals led by a man she can actually respect. Settled and contributing, she allows herself a sense of hope.

From the remaining military, Captain Jesse Forbes is charged with locating survivors in order to rebuild the country. His initial impression of Addison’s band isn’t positive and he sets his sights on the young woman in order to infiltrate, and assess her leader—the end justifying the means, or so he assures himself.

But there are far greater dangers lurking, threatening the very existence of the survivors. Alliances are forged—and tested. Betrayal cuts deep, lives are lost and others changed forever.

Who are the good guys anyhow?

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Excerpt:

Wrapped in an old piece of toweling—another item to add to the shopping list—she was squeezing the moisture out of her mane when Jesse Forbes came through the door. One of her guys lingered just outside, guarding the man, but every molecule of her being told her to run, far and fast before she put some steel in her spine and managed a nod.

“Morning. I see you’re up ahead of most everyone else too,” he said.

Making small talk in the showers, with him fully clothed and her … not, sucked. To his credit, aside from one sweeping glance down her body, he looked at her face.

“Seems like it.” She edged around him, catching his amused stare and grabbed up her clothes. “Excuse me.”

“I wondered how long your hair was.”

She blinked, and despite herself, her hand rose to finger the wet tangles. Not particularly vain, she’d left her hair to grow, finding it easier to tie up and out of the way instead of fighting with the unruly curls. Especially now she could keep it clean and avoid the critters that tended to infiltrate dirty hair, particularly among close quarters. It had been carefully secured and out of the way on the mountain that day so he couldn’t have known.

Deciding not to answer, she ducked into the tacked-on separate room, no more than a tent, thank goodness for the temperate climate. She rubbed furiously at the dampness still on her skin and then yanked on her jeans under the cover of her towel. She pulled on her shirt, only then using the toweling to wring more moisture from her hair.

“Sorry. Again. I seem to put my foot in my mouth around you. And I’m not yet privy to the rules around here.” His smooth baritone sounded too damn close and she wheeled around, cursing the fact she’d turned her back on him. And he was between her and her rifle.

She hadn’t been mistaken about his size and breadth, although refused to feel intimated—or anything else. Besides, his guard was close by. Her brain processed his educated comment. Sometimes he sounded like an average Joe, then next, a college professor. Privy? Her obsession with books allowed for the interpretation, but still…

Forcing herself to project calm, or whatever felt close to that, she said, “Are you asking about segregation? Of the sexes?” And why had she used the word sex in his vicinity?

“That, among other things.”

“Mitchell, I mean, the Colonel, will apprise you.” She thought she saw a glimmer of intrigue in those strangely colored eyes but it passed too quickly to be certain.

“He said he’d assign someone. As a guide. Aside from my armed escort.”

“Then you’ll be set. Excuse me.”

“Is there a time that’s better for me—and the guys—to shower?” His hands went to the collar of his T-shirt and he tugged it over his head.

Addy had seen enough torsos—and other man parts—in her life. How could she not, given her history and where she now slept? So Jesse’s cut chest and chiseled abs shouldn’t have had any effect on her. And they didn’t, her excellent self-control surging to the fore. They. Did. Not.

“No set times,” she said, infusing her voice with casualness. “This shower is communal for the fighters. The camp defenders, I’d guess you’d call us. There’s another, larger one for the rest of the camp. The guys make allowances for us four women—me, Marcia, Denise, and Laura—first thing. I woke up earlier today.”

“Couldn’t sleep?”

Was that a knowing look? She fought a blush. He was getting under her skin and she had no doubt he knew it. Probably knew women inside and out, had lots of experience with them. Well, she had lots of experience with men, too, and none of it positive.

“I slept fine,” she lied. “I woke early, is all. So if you hurry, you won’t be disturbed by the other women when they arrive. Unless it won’t bother you.” For sure it wouldn’t bother Denise and probably not the other two.

“I’ll just be quick then.” His long fingers reached for the button on his khakis. It didn’t escape her notice he didn’t remark on being disturbed by the women.

Refusing to look as though she was fleeing, Addy folded her towel before turning on her heel and stalking out, dipping to snatch up her rifle. The glimpse of his naked, sculpted butt and strong legs was emblazoned on her retinas, but she blinked the vision away. Add arrogance to his confidence. Not necessarily a nice mix.

About the Author:

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Allyson Young aka Peri Elizabeth Scott lives in cottage country, Manitoba, Canada. She and her husband pretend to work well together in their seasonal business.

She has always enjoyed the written word, and after reading an erotic romance, quite by mistake, decided to try her hand at penning one. That was followed by a mix of spicy (Ally) and sweet (Peribeth) romances in various genres as well as a post-apocalyptic adventure without a lick of romance by Peribeth.

A bestselling Amazon author, a hybrid, and a coauthor, as of April 2018 she has published seven series and several standalones, with others in the works.

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NEW RELEASE: Grease Monkey

GREASE MONKEY

Publisher: Changeling Press
Release Date: October 2016
Genre(s): New Adult/Contemporary/Erotic Romance

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For all appearances, Gwen is daddy’s little darling — a socialite with more money than sense — but what she really wants is to break free from her gilded cage.

When her Mercedes breaks down, Gwen’s knight in shining tow trucks turns out to be more than she expected. Will the hot mechanic be the first guy to rock her world? She melts at his touch and knows that she’ll give him whatever he wants, as long as he keeps her screaming his name.

WARNING: If you love sexy bearded men who talk dirty, be prepared to have your kindle melted. This is a highly erotic story with a case of insta-love.

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Excerpt

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I could count on one hand the number of times I’d been told no and had someone actually mean it. I was spoiled, rotten to the core, and daddy’s little darling. Or at least, that’s what the world saw when they looked at me. A perfect little blonde China doll driving around town in the Mercedes Daddy gave her. They don’t see the ugliness of my life, the harsh reality of being a Montcliff. Appearance is everything after all. All the women wanted to be me and all the guys wanted to fuck me, and that was a card my daddy never hesitated to play.

Any time he had a big client on the line, I was the one he sent to wine and dine them. I was waiting for the day he sold me to the highest bidder. I knew it was coming, now that I’ve refused to finish college. I don’t have a problem expanding my education, but the last thing I wanted to study was business, and Daddy was cramming it down my throat, wanting to groom me to be the perfect wife for one of his associates, and I was sure I knew which one. Lecherous old man.

I’d been driving aimlessly for over an hour, my mind in a whirl over my latest fight with Daddy dearest, and it didn’t take a genius to realize I was lost. I hadn’t been home in years and had never driven in Winston Falls before. My New England town was beautiful, though, and I’d wanted to go exploring before anyone could fasten a leash to my collar this morning. The fall leaves had been gorgeous, but at some point, I’d left behind the mansions of Piper Hill and, well… the houses and businesses around me weren’t falling apart, but they definitely belonged to the lower class.

I snorted. Lower class. Now I sounded like my snobby as hell mother, if you could call her that. My real mother had died giving birth to me, and my father hadn’t wasted time remarrying. He’d been through four wives since then, and his latest was only a few years older than me. It seemed every time he got married, the woman got a little younger. Pretty soon, he’d be bride shopping at the boarding school where I spent most of my life. The thought sickened me, but I knew he wasn’t above it. Knowing the sick bastard, he’d probably get off on having a child bride. Someone he could groom to his liking.

My car gave a clunk and rattle before the entire thing shimmied. “No. No, no, no. You aren’t doing this to me now!”

I stared at the gauge and wondered how the hell I’d managed to run out of gas. I was always careful about making sure I had a full tank, but apparently, I’d fucked up this time. I didn’t even remember the last gas station I’d seen, not that I had a gas can stored in my trunk. The only thing back there was my latest shopping haul. As far as I knew, I didn’t even have a car jack back there, but then I’d always called roadside service if I had a flat.

The car sputtered to a stop in the middle of the road, and I banged my head on the steering wheel. What the hell had I ever done wrong for the universe to hate me so much? I picked up my cell phone and stared at the black screen. I tried to power it on and realized my battery had died. Searching through the console and glove compartment, I couldn’t find the charger. I must have taken it out of the car at some point. Great. Stranded. It was a long-ass walk back home, especially in heels. With my luck, someone would think I was a high priced call girl and try to pick me up along the way.

A loud roar reached my ears and I glanced in the rearview mirror. About six motorcycles were barreling my way. I hoped like hell they didn’t stop to check on me. It wasn’t that I had anything against guys who rode motorcycles, but six rowdy men and just one of me? The odds weren’t in my favor. They whizzed past and I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. Minutes ticked by as I tried to assess my situation and figure out what the hell I was going to do. I could have walked, but to where? I wasn’t familiar with this part of town and would be just as lost on foot.

I heard the rumble of a big engine behind me and looked in my rearview mirror again. Was that a tow truck? Maybe my day wasn’t complete crap after all. It seemed miracles did still happen, even if they seldom ever happened to me. Whoever he was, surely he would be able to take me to the nearest gas station, and I could just fill up my car and be on my way. I had a little cash on me, but with some luck, they wouldn’t take checks or plastic.

I opened my door and swung my legs out before rising to meet my savior. Probably a good thing I was holding onto the doorframe when the driver stepped out. Holy mother of God! My knees went a little weak as a giant of a man moved toward me, his muscles bunching and flexing with every step. Mirrored sunglasses hid his eyes, but I got the feeling he was assessing me. Jeans were molded to his thick thighs, and a grease-stained white tee stretched tight over his massive chest and shoulders. My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth as he stopped in front of me.

“You look like you could use some help.”

His deep voice sent shivers down my spine, and my cheeks burned as my panties grew damp. Holy fuck! I’d be willing to bet he could get a woman off just using his voice. And for the first time in my life, I was ready to volunteer to be that woman. No man had ever turned me on before. At school, the boys at the school across town had referred to me as the ice princess. I hadn’t even been able to get myself off, so I’d thought maybe they were right. Until now.

His eyebrows rose, and I realized I hadn’t said anything.

“It died in the middle of the road.” I licked my lips. “I ran out of gas.”

“I can take it back to my garage and take a look. It’s just a few blocks away.” He held out his hand. “Name’s Lance.”

I couldn’t stop the giggle that bubbled up.

“Something wrong with my name?”

“Sorry, it’s just… with you swooping in to rescue me and your name… it made me think of Lancelot.”

He smiled a little, the corner of his lips ticking upward. My legs squeezed together as more moisture gathered between my thighs. I’d never felt so needy before, so out of control. If he kept talking, I was going to hump his leg in the middle of the street, maybe beg him to fuck me over the hood of my car. I was practically salivating as I moved a little closer.

“So if I’m Lancelot, does that make you Guinevere?”

He pulled his glasses down his nose, and there was humor shining in his gray eyes. Gorgeous eyes. A sigh escaped me, and I had to stop myself from rubbing against him like a cat in heat. He seemed to realize the effect he had on me and smirked as he slid his glasses back into place.

“All right, Gwennie. Let’s get your car, and you, back to my shop.”

About the Author

Short. Erotic. Sweet.

Harley’s other half would probably say those words describe her, but they also describe her books. When Harley is writing, her motto is the hotter the better. Off the charts sex, commanding men, and the women who can’t deny them. If you want men who talk dirty, are sexy as hell, and take what they want, then you’ve come to the right place.

When Harley isn’t writing, she’s thinking up naughty things to do to her husband, drinking copious amounts of Starbucks, and reading. She loves to read and devours a book a day, sometimes more.

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COVER REVEAL: Grease Monkey

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GWEN

I’ve always been daddy’s little girl, or so everyone thinks, but what I’ve really wanted is to break free of my gilded cage. All anyone ever sees is some rich girl who gets what she wants, but that isn’t me. I hate my life and I’d give anything to experience true passion, even if it was just once. I’m a twenty-year-old virgin, and I have no doubt that daddy dearest is going to sell me to the highest bidder. Where’s a hero when you need one?

LANCE

Women have always come easy to me, but there’s never been one that tempted me so much as the debutante stepping out of the silver Mercedes. One look at those gorgeous legs and all I can think about is having them wrapped around me while I make her scream my name. One way or another, she’s going to be mine.

WARNING: If you love sexy bearded men who talk dirty, be prepared to have your kindle melted. This is a highly erotic story with a case of insta-love.

From the talented Tamela Quijas….

The lovely Ms. Quijas has two titles she has recently self-published in both ebook and paperback.  You can find her titles on Amazon.com.  Be sure to stop by and pick up your copy today!

 

 

Blood of the Beast

Detective Valentina Kureyev had been assigned to one of the worst cases of the century. A serial killer haunted the streets, depositing bloodless corpses throughout the section of town known as Little Europe. She hadn’t a clue to the identity of the culprit, as the appearance of more bodies had begun to cause terror and panic. The case was hopeless. The terror was real. As real as Demetri Petronov. The Professor of Russian Antiquities had been targeted with the murderer’s special form of a calling card. Val couldn’t turn away from his offer of aide in the bizarre case, even though he whispered tales of the beast feeding on human blood. He was the primary suspect.

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My Lord Raven

….I speak of a love that happens betwixt a man and a woman but once in a lifetime… Dante Burroughs was unaware of the hidden promises whispered in the ancient phrase, or of the dreams that would torment him. Unfulfilled dreams of a woman, whose soul had been promised to the Ravensmoors centuries past. Kathleen Bennett knew the torment. Dreams filled with the image of blue eyed man, whispering promises that were locked in her heart. A time would come, when the souls of the past would collide….