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Angel or Devil in Disguise?

When the troubles of home become too much for 18-year-old Isabel Reyes, she takes comfort in the arms of a presumably, gentle man—her Knight in Shining Armor. Soon, she realizes her family drama doesn’t compare to the danger lying ahead when she finds herself on the run for a murder she may or may not have committed. Her only chance of making it out alive will come in the form of a stranger who may or may not have her best interest at heart

Will she survive? Or, will one mistake claim her life?





Escaping Trouble by Eva Winters (Sample Chapter)

 The horrible sound of breaking dishes shattering on the floor rang out.

“Dammit.” Isabel leaned over to pick up the large pieces of broken crockery.

“What’s wrong?”

Isabel nodded in the direction of one of the patrons.

“Oh,” Cynthia said, looking over at the guy sitting at the corner table.

“Please…can you go take his order?”

“Sorry, sweetie…not this time. I already have two waiting,” Cynthia said as she placed the dirty dishes from the tables she’d just cleared on the counter, and wiped her hands on her apron.

“Just take a deep breath and get it together.” She picked up two trays and walked off but not before giving Isabel a quick wink and whispering, “You can handle it, sunshine; just don’t let him see you sweat.”

Isabel sighed.

Heeding Cynthia’s advice, she took in a few breaths and prepared herself for the stroll over to his table. She didn’t know what was worse, him watching her walk over or knowing he’d watch her walk away. She cleared her throat and shifted her waist apron but just when she’d built up the nerve to move, Cynthia was back.

“Really, you’re still here? Just go already. You know if anyone else tries to take his order, he’ll just ask for you anyway. Truth be told, I don’t know why he even wastes his time with you when he can have me,” Cynthia said pulling her shoulders back and glancing down at her cleavage.

“You’re such a whore.”

“Sometimes…but you still love me. Anyway, you know I’m only kidding. “Now get it together so we can get out of here.”

Honestly, she never could figure out how she and Cynthia had become such close friends. They were like night and day, but Cynthia had a good heart and had been there for her during some tough times. She was a couple of years older than Isabel but you wouldn’t be able to tell by the way she behaved. Making friends wasn’t a problem; everyone liked her, especially men. She was the very definition of a diva. Confident, attractive, fun, and witty; she had it all.

Cynthia had her own classy/sassy style and it worked for her. “Reveal just enough to reel them in,” was a statement she often said and one she lived by.

If it didn’t cling to her body or accent her curves, she wasn’t wearing it. She definitely was an attention seeker and drama queen, but Isabel loved her all the same.

Isabel on the other hand, was quite the opposite. Her wardrobe was very basic, consisting of mostly active wear. Being so focused on her studies, she rarely dated. She just wanted to finish school and move out of her parents’ house. Making their problems her problems, drove her crazy. Neither of them ever took fault for anything, but instead, blamed each other for everything. Too often, she was caught in the middle of their arguments, with her father storming out leaving her there alone, to deal with her mother’s wrath. She had a mother who was a nympho. And her father she suspected was dealing with their family issues by engaging in his own hush-hush affairs.

Reaching inside her apron, she grabbed a napkin and patted her face. Cynthia was right, the sooner she took his order, the sooner they could leave. Isabel muscled up enough nerves to walk over to the table. His gaze pierced through her and she hated it. By the time she made it to where he was seated, she could barely make eye contact.

“Hi. Are you ready to order?”

He leaned back in his seat, looking her over from head to toe, pausing for a few seconds before speaking.

“For a minute there, I thought you were avoiding me.”

“No, just a little busy. Sorry it took so long. So, what will you be having this evening?”

“What would you recommend?”

“It depends on what you like.”

Isabel was very familiar with this routine. Every time he ordered, he pretended not to know what was on the menu. She knew it was just his way of consuming her time but considering she was always a ball of nerves whenever she served him, she’d always keep the chatting at a minimum. He was very handsome but everything about him screamed playboy. Thinking about it, Cynthia was right. Why would he be interested in a plain-Jane like her when she was in the same room?

“Well if that’s the case, what I’d like is to have your number.”

Isabel cleared her throat, trying to ignore the tightening of her stomach muscles. “Excuse me?”

“Can I call you sometime?”

Not bothering to respond, she passed him a menu. “Here. Take a look, and let me know when you’re ready.” She turned to walk away and was taken back when he pulled her arm.

“What are you doing?” Isabel asked, shuffling back a step as she glanced down at his hand gripping her. “Let go.”

“Sorry. I was just letting you know I was ready to order.”

Reaching inside her apron’s pocket, she removed the guest check pad and a pencil. “Go ahead.”

“Let me have a number five, hold the pickles and instead of fries, I’ll take onion rings. And substitute the soda with a shake,” he said, smiling slyly and handing Isabel the menu back.

He was certainly a flirt; his remarks were always flattering, yet there was something about him that made her feel a little uneasy. “It’ll be about ten minutes.”

“Thank you very much.”


Dreading the walk back because of how attentive he was, Isabel stopped to clear a table. It was either that or risk tripping all over herself going back to the order drop off counter.

Cynthia met her, and they both put orders on a tray for the cook.

She leaned toward Isabel, brushing against her arm while whispering in her ear. “Okay, girl, I saw that.”

“Saw what? And move, I’m mad at you, remember?” Isabel moved her arm back, playfully avoiding Cynthia’s touch.

“Don’t play, I saw him grab your arm. Stop pretending. You know he’s hitting on you again. I don’t know why, but he is. Anyway, I know you’re into him. Shit, all the girls in here like him. So, what’s the problem?”

“Maybe I’m just not interested.”

“Why? He’s good looking, drives a nice car, and he’s sexy as hell. What’s not to like?”

“Did you see how he grabbed my arm?”

“What? You’ve got to be kidding. He grabbed your arm not your ass. To me that’s the sign of a true gentleman,” she said, cracking a smile.

Cynthia’s logic was far different from Isabel’s but she was more experienced when it came to men. Maybe Isabel was reading too much into the whole arm grabbing thing.

“You’re sick, you know that right.”

“Say what you like. I just know more than you do about men. Anyway, come out with me tonight. It’ll be fun. I’ll do your hair and makeup, and I’ll even let you wear some of my clothes.”

Isabel stepped back, placed her hand on her hip, while giving Cynthia a quick stare down.

“You know what, no but thank you. If I wanted to go out, I could do my own hair and makeup, and you wouldn’t be picking out my clothes. And besides, you know clubbing’s not my thing.”

“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?” Cynthia said pulling down her shirt to show even more cleavage as if she didn’t have enough on display. “I don’t know why I’m even talking to you. We both know who’s teaching who here. Anyway, your order is up, so go serve your man.”

“Come on, Cynthia, you know I love you. Please go deal with him.”

“Nope! Not today. You better go get him, girl. And he’s watching, too.” Cynthia said peeping over Isabel’s shoulder.

“Shit, now you’ve got me even more tense.”

“See, I knew you liked him ‘cause if you didn’t, you wouldn’t be so jumpy,” Cynthia said before poking her on the arm and strolling off to service her customer.

Maybe her instincts were wrong about this guy, Traubel. And what kind of name was Traubel anyway? But he did apologize for grabbing her and he was always polite. Still, there was something about him; a certain overly confident demeanor. Isabel generally avoided trouble but in this case she was drawn to it. Her instincts and body were on opposing sides and her body was winning.

Other than the few dates she’d had with Matthew, she’d only had one real boyfriend in the past, and they’d broken up after he realized she wouldn’t put out. Still, if she decided to give in to her interest, her parents would never go for it.

Regardless of her age, they were very controlling; particularly her mother. Being eighteen and four months away from graduation meant nothing to her. It was the 80’s for God’s sake but getting them to okay her working at the diner was hard enough. They’d only agreed because it was her last year of high school, and it would be a good way to save up money for college. How they managed to keep such close tabs on her was a complete mystery, considering how messed up their own lives were. Only four more months, and she’d be free from her mother’s clutches.

“Here you go.” Isabel’s palms were sweating. Nervous feelings were getting the best of her.

“Thank you. Here, I have something for you.”

Isabel gazed at the little box he placed on the table. It was beautiful.

“Are you serious? Why would you give me a gift? I’m a stranger to you.”

“Well, you’re not really a stranger when you consider how much I know about you. Like, I know your name is Isabel; you’re graduating from high school soon, and you like wearing flowers in your hair, particularly roses. Anyway, it’s nothing much, just open it.”

Now instead of being just uneasy, she was also flustered and anxious. Isabel wiped her hands on her apron before reaching for the little box. It was a bracelet with a locket featuring the Blessed Virgin Mary on the top and housing a watch on the inside. The inscription on the back read, “Isabel, Class of 1982.”

“This is very lovely but I can’t accept it.” It was the most beautiful and unique gift she’d ever received. She wanted to keep it but knew it would have been inappropriate to do so. Too, she didn’t want to have to explain where she’d gotten it from.

“You can. You just don’t want to. There’s a difference.”

“Look, it’s a nice gesture but I really can’t. Thank you.”

Isabel placed the watch on the table and walked away. Flattery had overcome her. She knew Cynthia would be somewhere watching everything, and it would only make her feel worse. It was like the girl had an extra pair of eyes. Struggling to gain control of her feelings, she went into the restroom to splash water on her face. It wasn’t long before Cynthia came in behind her.

Isabel smacked her lips before murmuring under her breath.

“What was that?”

“He gave me a watch.”

“And you gave it back? I swear you need to hang out with me more. Haven’t I taught you anything?”

“Yes, I gave it back, and I don’t want to discuss it. I just want to forget about it.”

Cynthia walked behind Isabel and placed her hands on her shoulders, initiating a gentle massage.

“Friend…relax and breathe. He’s just a man, and you interact with them every day. If you want me to, I’ll give him his bill.”

Isabel turned to hug Cynthia. “Thanks, Cyn. I owe you.”

“Yes you do, and I’m adding it to your tab.”

When the two went back out, Traubel was gone. Isabel went over to clean the area where he’d been seated and found a twenty-dollar bill—which was way over the cost of his meal—the box with the watch, and a note on a napkin.

Consider it a tip. Good night, Isabel.




The banging on the door was extremely loud.

“Police! Open the door!”

There was a brief pause before the door was rammed and knocked off the hinges but not before a woman was thrown out the window, possibly to create a distraction. Two of the squad members rushed to her.

“We need a medical unit out here. We have one injured with severe cuts and bruises and possibly more!” One of the agents spoke into the radio located on the shoulder of his vest as he knelt over the woman. Her face was bruised badly, and there were pieces of glass chips lodged in her skin.

They’d received a tip from an informant, and now narcotics Special Agent Navarro and his team prepared to make their entrance. The home was stationed in a prestigious neighborhood, where mostly upper-class citizens resided. It had been under watch before, but political ties had made it almost impossible to get a search warrant. The guy they were after was actively involved in the sponsorship of many local and regional politicians. Additionally, Garcia contributed hundreds of thousands of dollars to support nonprofit organizations who sheltered abused women and children.

They rushed into the home of Tidas Serrano, the son of notorious drug lord Javier Garcia. Garcia was careful, making few public appearances. But according to Navarro’s informant, his son was a reckless risk taker, who’d recently been released from rehab and now headed up his own illegal businesses.

They could never be prepared for what they encountered. Going from room to room, securing the downstairs area of the home before moving on to the second level.

Word was his son, Tidas was laid up there.

“I need help down here!”

One of the swat team members had found four unconscious girls in the basement. One was foaming at the mouth and had been badly beaten up. He went around checking for pulses.

“They’re alive but barely.” He called for more help. “We need more emergency units at 2150 Barrington Lane. We have four female victims in really bad condition.”

The operator responded, indicating help was on the way.

Meanwhile, other squad members had split into groups, continuing to search the premises.

“Shhh.” Agent Navarro stilled and pointed, listening in the direction where soft whimpers were coming from. Approaching a closed door with his gun in hand, he was caught off guard when it suddenly opened. A man rushed out with a lit cigarette in his mouth and a cigarette lighter in his hand. He held a young female hostage who was wet and smelled of gasoline.

“Let her go.” Navarro stood still, following the assailant’s movements as he used the woman as a shield.

“Stay back, man. I swear, I’ll set her ass on fire,” the guy warned Navarro as he moved toward the door. “I mean it. Stay the fuck back!”

“No one is following you. Just let the girl go.”

“She goes wherever I go.”

“You do know this place is surrounded?”

“Do you know who I am?” the guy said as he continued to approach the front exit. “Your face being covered won’t help you. Touch me, you die.”

Another agent had closed in on the home from the side. The assailant’s head shifted back and forth as he struggled to keep track of both agents’ movements.

Tears, streaming down her cheeks, the young woman closed her eyes tightly, holding on to his arm to lessen the choking grip around her neck.

“Let’s talk deals, man. You let her go, and we let you live.”

The guy laughed.

Navarro’s gun went off, and the hostage taker fell to the ground with the woman in tow. He quickly secured the victim, stomping viciously on the cigarette that had fallen from the assailant’s mouth and kicked the lighter away. Another fellow agent cuffed him none too gently.

The guy hollered out when he was placed in handcuffs—the gunshot to the shoulder must have hurt like a bitch.

“We need help in the basement. I think they’ve overdosed.”

Navarro and another agent charged downstairs.


Navarro rushed over and grabbed the girl foaming at the mouth.

“You know her?”

“Man, she’s my sister,” he yelled.




A week later, Navarro stood in his SAC’s—Special Agent in Charge’s office in disbelief, after being told the guy they’d arrested would likely not face any charges. He’d gone to the hospital for the gunshot wound to the shoulder, but it was just a flesh wound. A day later he’d been discharged and placed under arrest but had been released on bail within forty-eight hours.

Some hotshot attorney had come to his defense. Navarro knew without a doubt this guy would be the link to taking down Tidas Serrano. From the looks of things, he wasn’t just some two-bit criminal—he was well-connected and knew people in high places.

“That was possibly our one chance to catch Serrano in the act. Obviously your informant got his facts wrong because he wasn’t there, so we may not have a case.”

“Are you kidding me? I don’t care if it wasn’t Serrano. The guy was using a woman as a shield. I’m telling you, he’s connected. He was going to set her on fire. If that’s not enough to keep someone in jail, I don’t know what is.”

“Look, Navarro, you know how these things work. We were able to get the warrant only because we had your informant saying Serrano would be there, and he was our witness. Without him, we don’t have much of a case. Probable cause wouldn’t cut it for another warrant. And as for the guy you shot, I’m not sure how he fits into all this but he sure as hell isn’t Serrano. Unless the girl he was holding hostage is willing to testify, we can’t do anything, especially since your informant has suddenly disappeared.”

“But I was there; I saw it all go down.”

“No, what you saw was him holding a girl with a cigarette in his mouth and a cigarette lighter in one hand. You didn’t see him pour the gasoline on her, and she’s saying she wasn’t being held against her will.”

Navarro couldn’t just drop the case. One woman had died and three were laid up in ICU, one of them his sister. All of this couldn’t be for nothing.

“That’s bullshit. You and I both know it. She’s just scared.”

“It doesn’t matter. Besides, I can tell you the case won’t go any further. The girl who you’re speaking of, the hostage, she’s a judge’s daughter. I’m sure he doesn’t want this to get out. I’m sorry, but my hands are tied.”

“What about Sylvia?” Navarro said hesitantly in a low voice.

“Excuse me? I don’t think so.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t know, maybe because she’s a junkie. Or perhaps because she’s unconscious! Maybe because the girl has already been through enough, not to mention she’s your goddamn sister and you want her to testify against notorious criminals. You pick one.”

It was a low moment for him and perhaps he was too desperate. Suggesting his sister be subjected to further distress and possibly risking her life, he definitely wasn’t thinking clearly. Though, he’d said it, he knew he could never go through with it even if she was able to testify.

“Are we done here?” he asked Special Agent in Charge Jamison.

“I think we are. And I suggest you get your act together.”







Author Bio:Eva lives in a small town outside of Houston Texas but is a Native of New Orleans Louisiana. Being from a city filled with culture, she brings to the table a certain undeniable realness to her works of fiction. She enjoys spending time with her very supportive husband, two kids and her Yorkie Babies who she refers to as her minis.

Being a computer geek, she does almost everything by way of the internet. She more than enjoys writing and staying in touch with each of her characters as their lives progress (even behind the scenes). She loves creating complex characters who whose lives are filled with drama.

Although her works are fiction, many of the stories she creates are based on actual events, each containing suspense, romance, a bit of humor (sometimes), and action.

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New York Romance by Joanne Dannon and Charmaine Ross

Fall in love with these two holiday novellas.

Charmaine Ross, and I came up with the concept of the Happy Holidays series and loved the idea of having two friends both finding love during the holidays. We’ve linked the stories, in “New York Romance”, with both friends finding love in New York, thanks to the magic of the holiday season.

A Magical Chanukah in New York

When falling in love isn’t as easy as falling in love.

Lisa Sassoon has shunned the scandal of her loser ex-boyfriend cheating on her by escaping to New York. Instead of sightseeing, she’s become a recluse focussing on helping the less fortunate at a homeless shelter.

Gabe Olivari, entrepreneur and savvy business New Yorker, can’t let go of the pain of losing his best friend. So caught up in his own grief and believing he doesn’t deserve to be happy, he compensates by pushing everyone close to him away.

But when Lisa and Gabe meet, there is an instant connection that forces them to question not only their behaviours but their aspirations.

Can a dash of Chanukah magic help Lisa and Gabe realise that sparkling dates and dreamy kisses can lead to more? Perhaps even a lifetime of happiness?

Christmas in New York

A light-hearted and emotional novel about family, friendship and coming to terms with your past.

Andrew started falling in love with Charlotte, his beautiful, strictly hands-off client, from the moment he first saw her. Unfortunately, she doesn’t feel the same way about him. Doesn’t she?

Having made an unforgivable mistake to her parents, Charlotte has one single objective, ‘Get home for Christmas. Make amends.’ A mantra she constantly finds herself chanting when her attraction to sex-on-a-stick Andrew becomes too overpowering to try and avoid any longer.

Charlotte’s boss has been piling on the workload, making to harder and harder to get back home to Melbourne, not to mention all the extra meetings slash dates with Andrew she’s had to make to get the job done.

Charlotte finds Andrew incredibly attractive, fierce, smart, passionate and… totally off-limits. But between completely stupid deadlines and extra meetings, passion simmers. With redemption at stake, Charlotte must choose between her parents or once-in-a-lifetime love.



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Snippet from A Magical Chanukah in New York by Joanne Dannon

“Do I want you to kiss me? Let me think.” She cocked her eyebrow. “I’m in New York, it’s a festive time, and I’m at the top of Empire State Building with a cute guy–”
“Cute?” He stepped back on unsteady feet, pretending to be offended.
She gave his arm a playful punch. “What do you want to be? Macho? Dapper? Show-stealing Suave? Stylish?”
His narrowed eyes took in her cheeky grin. “Did you just swallow a thesaurus?”
Her lips twitched with amusement before a serious look crossed her face. “The old Lisa, as in the one from a couple of months ago, would’ve been shocked and politely declined the offer of a kiss. However, I’m away, no one knows me here so if the kiss is still on offer, I’d love to take you up on it. I’ll chalk it up as romantic experience in New York.”
“I’m not sure whether to be offended or flattered.” His heart raced in anticipation of closing the gap between them and seeing if the skin along her jaw was as soft s it looked.
She puckered her lips together. “Well, I could’ve said no.”
“But you didn’t,” he said in a low voice.

Snippet from Christmas in New York by Charmaine Ross

The sleeves pulled at his biceps, accentuating the ridges of defined muscle beneath the flimsy material. She was a sucker for a well-fitting shirt and he just looked so good in them. A little voice piped up in the back of her brain that he’d probably look a whole lot better without anything on at all, but she shoved it back down as forcefully as she could. “Huh?”
His mouth stretched into a perfect smile, “I said, it might take some time to look through them all. I’m starving. I thought I could make us something to eat while we go through the images. What do you think?”
“Ah…” The line, Charlotte. Remember the line.
“I’m cooking.”
“You cook?” she asked.
His smile was catching and she felt herself smiling in response. “The basics only. Soufflé. Baked Alaska. Galantine. That type of thing.”
“Uh-ha. And I’m Jamie Oliver’s right hand gal,” Charlotte laughed, tension running from her shoulders.
“That’s sou chef, for people in the know,” Andrew said. He crossed his arms and leaned his hip against the sleek black marble kitchen bench.
“Well, Chef Robinson what are we having for dinner?”
“I make a mean omelette. Are you game?” Andrew said.



Joanne Dannon

Joanne Dannon, an Australian author, writes to give her readers the experience she loves to savor–indulging in a sigh-worthy-happily-ever-after, being swept away from the everyday by diving into a delicious romance novel.

Joanne is a happily married mother of two heroes-in-training who loves spending time with friends and family. She can be found on Facebook and her website www.joannedannon.com chatting about reading, writing, cooking, vintage-inspired dresses and all things romantic.

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Charmaine Ross

Charmaine’s first foray into romance was as a fourteen year old where she fell hopelessly and eternally in love with her hero as only a teenager can. Instead of watching movies and staying up late, she would go to bed ateight thirty and continue her very romantic, very safe, love affair.

Since then, she has fallen in love with many heroes, some less safe than what her teenage brain could possibly imagine. After earning a Fine Art’s Degree, a Diploma of Secondary Education and a Diploma of Marketing, she worked as a Graphic Designer in various advertising agencies and as well as in-house marketing roles and is currently involved with digital marketing and everything web in her current position. But she always returns to writing.

Although she has travelled, she always returns to her home town of Melbourne and lives with her husband, two children and two cats in the ferny-greens of the Dandenongs. If she’s not working on her latest romance and falling in love with yet another hero, you’ll find her reading, watching and basically indulging in her addiction to any story on any media type she can get her fingers on.

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After grieving the loss of her husband and son, TV host Morgan Marshall is ready to embrace life again. But she won’t risk a relationship with the father of her favorite cooking student, Avery, since the girl’s happiness is more important than her own.

Advertising executive Alex Blake never thought another woman could pique his interest after losing his wife to pneumonia, a complication of her cancer. Yet every time he’s in Morgan’s presence, she brings sunlight into the room. Plus, she’s a role model for his daughter, always assuring Avery that dyslexia can’t hold her back. But if he asks Morgan for a date and then she refuses a second one, the person he loves the most, Avery, could get hurt the worst because she adores Morgan.

When Alex is injured in a fall, Morgan insists on caring for him and Avery. As they share holiday fun, Avery topples Morgan’s beloved crystal bell collection, shattering it to pieces. Through it all, they discover love of one another is more priceless than any object money can buy. Love rings in the air at Christmastime.





Alex turned when someone from behind tapped his shoulder. “Yes?”

“You two are the cutest couple. So you have a daughter in the program tonight?” a silver-haired lady, draped in strands of pearls, asked. “I’ll bet she’s beautiful, looking at the two of you.”

“We—” Morgan began.

“Thank you.” Alex interrupted, cutting her off. “Avery Blake is her name. She has a solo. It’s listed in the program.” He smiled brightly at the lady and then turned his gaze back to Morgan. She appeared surprised but didn’t contradict him.

He figured the lady didn’t need to know the intimate details of their life. It was enough that she considered them a couple. If others could see it, would it be possible for Morgan to see it, too? It wasn’t until that moment he understood how much he truly missed being a family of three and having a wife, after being forced to let go of the woman he loved. It proved tougher than he imagined. Now eighteen months later, he looked forward to a new chapter of his life. Maybe one with Morgan Marshall playing a major role.



When the girl reached the bottom of the stairs, she ran for the kitchen. “Come watch me, Daddy.”

Morgan started to follow, but stopped when Alex touched her arm. “You’re sure about this.” He tilted his head toward the kitchen. Uncertainty filled his eyes.

“Oh ye of little faith,” Morgan admonished teasingly. “Your daughter can cook a four-star meal. Just you wait and see.”

“Well, Miss Morgan, if my child gives me food poisoning, I’m going to hold you responsible. I’ll insist you nurse me back to health.” He winked and then bowed, waving his hand in a flourish, suggesting he would follow her lead to the kitchen.

Morgan took a step, stopped, and glanced over her shoulder. Alex was grinning wider than she’d ever seen. The slightly crinkled, starched white shirt with the cuffs rolled up, top button undone, tucked into charcoal gray slacks made his chest appear broader, his waist slimmer, and his smile brighter. She had never noticed the strength in the squareness of his jaw or the thickness of his lashes. A tingle shivered along her spine. Was the man flirting with her?




A Christmas Eve baby, now Amazon Best Selling author and 4-time RONE Award Finalist, Linda Joyce writes about assertive females and the men who can’t resist them. She has penned the Fleur de Lis series, Fleur de Lis Bcb7rides series, and the Sunflower series. Her other books include Behind the Mask and Christmas Bells.

A big fan of jazz and blues, Linda attributes her love of musical to her southern roots, which run deep in Louisiana though she’s lived coast to coast curtesy of her father’s Air Force career. She wrote her first manuscript when she was twelve while living in Japan, the country where her mother was born and raised. In addition to being a book addict, Linda’s a foodie, an RVer, loves to kayak, and binge watch movies. Now she lives in Atlanta, Georgia with her husband and General Beauregard, their four-legged boy.

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Speech: Leta knew the new cowboy in her life wasn’t much of a talker, but Tor Edwards’ billion-dollar secret might really leave her speechless.


Risking it All: What happens when a billionaire real estate mogul falls for the archeologist that wants to stop his next project?


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Valentine’s Vengeance: What’s love got to do with it? Nothing as far as billionaire Joe Diaz is concerned. Bitter hearts and sweet revenge are a Valentine’s recipe that is best served cold.


Noelle’s Wish: Noelle who was abused and not looking for love meets Roman, a CEO who thought he had everything he wanted.


Royal Trade: He fell for her first. And he’s going to prove to her that she fell for the wrong prince.


A Teacher for the Billionaire: One sexy single-dad billionaire plus one beautiful kindergarten teacher equals one scorching summer fling.


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Book Title: Take Me As I Am (Imperfections #3)

Series: The Imperfections Series

Author: Shaniel Watson

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: November 29

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Can one night of passion ignite a fire that will last a lifetime?

Sexy, overbearing, bold, take no prisoners Ava Alexander drives me crazy. She’s the opposite of me and everything I don’t want in a woman.

Then there’s Sage Wilson…everything I should and do want. Ava’s a match, and if I let her, she’ll burn down everything around me. But one night is all it takes. A night seared into my mind of a raven-haired temptress with a body made for the worst kind of the sweetest sin and regret.

I don’t want to hurt anyone. If I let her break down my defenses, that’s exactly what will happen.

I’m a woman who knows what she wants and I make no apologies for it. Smart and successful, I have everything. Except for the one man I have my sight set on, Christopher Reed, my best friend’s brother. He’s handsome, caring, patient, the voice of reason. But don’t be fooled, as I learned, underneath all his controlled reserve is a man that commands obedience, and he’s not easily swayed by my charms and bold demeanor. But I’m a woman determined to show him I’m exactly what he needs. There’s only one problem: Sage. The one person standing in my way.

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Shaniel Watson lives in New York and is a full-time working mother of two beautiful little girls. She enjoys going to amusement parks and eating ice cream on warm summer days with her kids. You can find her reading or writing with her headphones on, music at full blast, on weekends and late into the night while everyone else is sleeping.


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Holidays are rife with stress. Grab your hot chocolate, curl up by the fire, and give yourself the gift of love with these seven Christmas romances that are sure to fill your heart with holiday spirit.

Serendipity – A Christmas Fairy Tale – Jolene Cazzola
A Magical Christmas in Jerusalem – Joanne Dannon
Home for Christmas – Mel Hammond
Lost In Christmas – Cherie Marks
Hollywood Snowfall – Heather C. Myers
Dance Me a Dream – Kait Nolan
All About Us – Tracey Pedersen



Heather C. Myers – Full disclosure: I am an acquired taste. I’m a typical blonde Orange County suburbanite who says ‘like’ more than necessary, laughs loud and probably obnoxiously, and loves to dance in the rain. I’m a 26 year old college graduate with more than a few tricks up my sleeve, and I also happen to be a pretty big Ducks fan. Oh, and I’m a writer. Like, for real.
Kait Nolan – Kait Nolan is stuck in an office all day, sometimes juggling all three of her jobs at once with the skill of a trained bear—sometimes with a similar temperament. After hours, she uses her powers for good, creating escapist fiction. This Mississippi native has something for everyone, from short and sweet to Southern contemporary romance to action-packed paranormal—all featuring heroes you’d want to sweep you off your feet and rescue you from work-day drudgery. When not working or writing, Kait’s hanging out in her kitchen cooking and wishing life were a Broadway musical.
Cherie Marks – For Cherie Marks, it all started with an old-fashioned typewriter. When the family brought it home, all those stories and characters rolling around in her head could finally get out. The press and click of the keys satisfied in their own right, but when she pulled out a finished page, she knew this was for her. Since then, she’s graduated to a laptop, but the stories still find a way out.


She’s a breast cancer survivor, a teacher, a wife, a mother, and from the very beginning—a storyteller. Always a hint humorous and honest to a fault, she loves to make people laugh and smile. Her goal in life is to achieve tact and stop procrastinating. The battle wages on.
Joanne Dannon – Joanne Dannon has been living in the world of romance for as long as she can remember. From doodling love hearts on her school notebooks to regularly reading romances, Joanne’s world has always been filled with the excitement of love stories. So it was just a natural for Joanne to begin writing the genre she’s always loved.  

Formerly a policy writer by day and romance writer by night, Joanne now spends full time writing the books she adores. Creating heroes for readers to fall in love with and heroines to cheer on, her characters are people readers can identify with.

Joanne writes to give her readers the experience she still loves to savor—indulging in a sigh-worthy-happily-ever-after, being swept away from the everyday by diving into a delicious romance novel. 

Joanne Dannon, an Australian, is a happily married mother of two heroes-in-training who loves spending time with friends and family. She can be found on Facebook and her website www.joannedannon.comchatting about reading, writing, cooking, vintage-inspired dresses and all things romantic.
Melinda Hammond – Mel’s an authorpreneur, English teacher and podcaster who dreams of a life on the road full of adventures and handsome heroes, whilst making squizillions of dollars in book sales to pay for her chocolate fix. In the real world she writes novels for adults and kids, and offers her expert via online courses and writing retreats.
Tracey Pederson – Tracey Pedersen is an Australian author who’s finally accepted that she is meant to write, write, write! Romance writing has captured her imagination and she loves to write about crazy circumstances that just could happen in real life, with an extra twist thrown in.


Tracey is a risk taker who loves change – in 2012 she threw caution to the wind and took her family on a twelve month trip around the world. In 2014 she again took the family to live in Malaysia for a year of exploring South East Asia and eating yummy street food! In her spare time you can find her crocheting yet another blanket or posting outrageous things on Facebook!
Jolene Cazzola – An accidental author… maybe? For most of her life, Jolene never, ever, thought of herself as a writer – although she was always involved in the creative arts. Then, at the end of 2014, the idea of preserving experiences started to grow and flourish in her mind. Without any real thought about publishing, she began writing, just getting feelings and ideas down on paper. Much to her own delight, Love’s Illusions was the result. And to make things even better, Love’s Illusions, won the 2016 Maggie Award for Writing Excellence — Novel with Strong Romantic Elements — an honor she is still having a difficult time believing!

Finding she truly enjoyed the ‘writing journey’, her second book, Love’s Journey, was released in March 2016 and the third book in the series is underway.

Jolene currently lives in Jacksonville, Florida. When she’s not writing, she’s busy with pet rescue, making jewelry and stained glass and wishing her fantasies would come true.

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A Chance to Come True (Copperhead Creek - Australian Romance Book 1) by [Spencer, S M]


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~*~ Sweet Small-town Romance Series ~*~

Caity Jones wasted a lot of years waiting for the “two kids, a dog and a white picket fence” dream to come true, but she’s ready to move on now. Letting go of society’s idea of the perfect life, she’s purchased a five-acre property in the small rural town of Willows. She’s determined to live a solitary life and become a writer. And that means staying away from men altogether.

Tom Murray owns and runs the local feed store in Willows. His marriage was a failure but his family is strong, and he can’t imagine a world that didn’t include his three young children. He’s an uncomplicated man, living an uncomplicated life–and he has every intention of keeping it that way.

Both are mature … both have baggage … and both have agendas that don’t include romance.

And then they meet.



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Copperhead Creek Australian Romance Series:

  • A Chance to Come True
  • A Chance to Get it Right
  • A Chance to Let Go


Genre: Sweet Contemporary Romance


Genre: Sweet Contemporary Romance

Series Description:

Each book in the Copperhead Creek Australian Romance series is a standalone story. The books are all set in the fictional town of Willows—a small rural town located outside Melbourne, Australia. While each book has a new set of main characters, secondary characters may appear throughout the series, and main characters from earlier books may appear in subsequent books.

Each is a story in which characters have second chances to find love, and to find out more about themselves in the process. And, as can be seen by the covers, all books include horses as a central part of the story.

These are not young girls; these are women who have experienced life in many ways are still hopeful for the future as they look for chances to start over.



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At the age of five S M Spencer’s life changed when she was plonked onto a black & white pony for a photograph. From that day on all she wanted was a horse. She spent the next eleven years writing stories about the horses she pretended to ride through the rolling hills of coastal California until she got a job and bought her first horse at the age of sixteen.
In the 1980’s her life changed again when her employer offered her a role Australia. This was the beginning of an adventure of which she has never tired.

Still living in Australia she now writes from the semi-rural home she shares with her husband, horses, cats and dogs–not to mention the kangaroos that share the paddocks with the horses from time to time.

Her current series is the Copperhead Creek Australian Romance series. This is clean Australian contemporary/rural romance set within the Golden Triangle outside Melbourne.

She has also written a clean YA paranormal romance trilogy, Absent Shadows, which is set mostly in Australia.


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The Alpha’s Hunger by Renee Rose

Genre:  paranormal erotic (BDSM)

Publisher:  Stormy Night Publications

Date of Publication:  May 7, 2015

Number of pages:  163

Word Count:   approx 52K

Cover Artist:  Korey Mae Johnson

Book Description:  

The Alpha’s Hunger

Her Millionaire Boss. The Human he can’t resist.

Lying on the floor of her cubicle to stave off a migraine, the last thing Ashley Bell expected was to find the company’s notoriously hard-assed CEO, Ben Stone, standing over her. The offer of a ride home is a bigger surprise, but the biggest shock of all comes when Ben asks her to work for him as his personal assistant.

Despite misgivings about his intentions, Ashley accepts the position. She has barely started the job when she learns her twin sister has been kidnapped, and the price for her life is Ashley’s help in a plot to destroy Ben’s company. But she soon discovers that Ben has a far more terrifying secret of his own.

From the moment he first crossed paths with Ashley, the beautiful young human from marketing, Ben has been consumed by her. When her life is threatened by his enemies, he casts aside caution and fights with the rage of a beast defending his mate. Not sure he can trust her yet determined to protect her, Ben kidnaps Ashley, planning to keep her under his watch for as long as necessary.

Ashley is none too happy with the situation, but a hard bare-bottom spanking changes her attitude…and leaves her begging for more. Though Ben knows a human girl is no match for the fearsome lusts of an alpha wolf, she ignites in him a hunger he can barely contain. Can he resist the urge to mark her as his own and take her harder than she can imagine?

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Excerpt 1

She flushed and looked down at her paper to compose herself. “I do,” she said quietly. “I appreciate your faith in me.” When he said nothing, she amended, “Or maybe this is a test, in which case, I plan to pass it.” She lifted her chin.

A smile flashed around both corners of his mouth but it disappeared as quickly as it had come. “Go,” he said, with his characteristic curtness.

She stood and walked to the door. Grasping the knob, she screwed up her courage and turned around. “Mr. Stone?”

He turned from his computer screen and raised an eyebrow.

“Did you hire me for this job because you actually think I show promise or is it because—” she stopped.

He didn’t help, gazing at her with both eyebrows raised now.

She swallowed. “Because you like the way I look in a skirt?”

The smile flitted across his face and his eyes dropped to her skirt and down her legs.

She flushed, wishing she hadn’t said it.

“Get out, Ashley.”

She actually laughed. Well, it was more a gasp for breath, or a sob. But it came out like a bubble of laughter. He’d called her by her first name, which felt like a success. And she loved the way it sounded in his deep, rich tones, evoking intimacy and…heat. She pushed the door open and stumbled out, relieved to be out of his intense presence. But the moment she shut the door, she missed it.

How would she survive working for this man? He stole her breath with every glance.

Excerpt 2

He dreamed Ashley was leaning over him, murmuring something seductive in his ear. She unbuttoned his jeans, her hand sliding into the opening and gripping his shaft.

He groaned out loud and the sound of his voice jerked him awake. He blinked, still in a haze from the dream. Light filtered through the motel room curtains.

His cock was hard and…oh God.

Ashley had it in her grip, stroking his length.

He lay on his side and she pressed against his back, her soft form molded against his hard one. He groaned again. “What are you doing?” he croaked.

“We humans call it a hand job,” she teased, the lilt of her voice like an intoxicating spell whispered in his ear. “But I’m willing to up the ante.” She crawled over him, pulling off his jeans.

He found himself powerless to shake her off, or even to ask her to stop. It was so wrong, but he wanted it, wanted anything she was willing to give to him.

She returned to his cock, gripping it in one hand as she lowered her lips. He shuddered before she even met his flesh, his skin anticipating her wet heat. He reached up and held the headboard to keep from touching her, closed his eyes to keep from seeing her. His hips jolted off the bed the moment she made contact with her mouth.

“Oh fuuu—” He cut off the curse, not wanting to be crude. She deserved better than that. She deserved a much better male than he.

Her lips closed around the head of his cock, tongue swirling around the rim.

His toes flexed involuntarily, legs stretched, buttocks clenched as his manhood stood even taller, growing for her.

She gripped him with two hands, sliding them up and down as she brought the head of his cock in and out of her mouth making it feel like she’d taken his entire length into her mouth.

Her teeth grazed him more than once, her jaw too small for his width, but he didn’t care. He wanted it to go on forever. He wanted it to stop immediately. He needed to claim her. No. He shook his head, shoving back the beast.

Ashley continued her meticulous torture, humming against his skin, licking, sucking. His knuckles turned white on the headboard, muscles straining.

Cum surged down his shaft. “Oh, God,” he choked. “I’m coming.”

Ashley didn’t take her mouth off his cock, accepting his offering with feminine grace, swallowing with a satisfied smile.

He flipped her to her back and pounced, covering her body with his. His cock, still hard, despite the release, found her slick entryway and was already prodding for entrance before his brain kicked back into gear.

Get off her.

He blinked, rocking his hips so the tip of his cock actually breached her hole. Oh Hallelujah. Nothing felt sweeter than the first parting of her inner lips.


He mustered all his willpower and yanked himself off her. Get a grip, Stone.

Excerpt 3

The car stopped and three men got out. She tried to see in the darkened windows for another person. Where was Melissa? The men walked toward her. They were young men—scruffy-looking, with tattooed arms and piercings. They wore t-shirts and jeans and they palmed guns.

“Where’s Melissa?” she called out.

“You got the laptop?” one of them asked as they drew closer.

“Maybe,” she said, clutching it to her chest and backing toward her car. As if she had any chance of not giving it to them when they were armed and it was three against one. “Where’s Melissa?”

“She’s in the car. Give us the laptop and you can see her.” They had backed her up to her car now, surrounding her.

“I want to see her first.”

One of them cocked his gun and held it up to her temple, pushing hard against her skull. “Hand it over,” he said as his friend grabbed it and tried to pry it from her chest.

“No,” she said struggling.

The guy with the gun smacked her head with it and she fell back, against the car. She lost her grip on the laptop and one of them snatched it away.

Another one grabbed her arm and yanked her forward. “You’re coming with us, honey,” he said.

A terrible snarl sounded from the other side of her car and suddenly a huge black animal leaped over the car, gleaming white teeth snapping. Its jaws closed over the neck of the man holding her and they both tumbled to the ground, the beast snarling and growling as they rolled together. Gunshots rang out from both directions, and the animal yelped and let go, but sprang to its feet, crouching to attack another man. The men continued to fire at the animal, and guns fired, the sound ricocheting around the concrete parking garage. Screaming blared in her ears—her own voice, she realized. The laptop had fallen to the ground and she grabbed it and took off running for their car. If her sister was in it, she needed to get to her.

The animal launched at her, knocking her down. She screamed, expecting it to move in for the kill, but instead it turned, lunging at one of the men.

“Let’s go, let’s get out of here,” one of them yelled, helping up the most severely wounded and dragging him toward their car.

She climbed to her feet to follow, but the wolf—or whatever it was—turned and snarled, blood dripping from its muzzle. She took a step back. It snarled again, blocking her way, then it chased the remaining man, tackling him once, but then taking another gunshot wound which left it lying as the man jumped in the driver’s seat and the car screeched off.

She ran a few steps after, then stopped, seeing the beast climb to its feet. She froze. It turned amber eyes on her and growled, low and menacing. It was covered in blood, and its fangs looked razor sharp. It advanced.

She backed up slowly. “Easy, big guy,” she said, her heart in her throat. She didn’t make eye contact or any sudden movements. If she could just get to her car, she’d be all right. It continued to follow her, though, his head lowered, fangs bared. The growl was like nothing she’d ever heard before. Unworldly. Terrifying.

Her butt hit the car and she fumbled for the door, not wanting to turn her back on the animal.

The wolf stalked closer and she shrieked, scrambling up on the trunk to get away.

The beast suddenly transformed, growing taller, thinning out. She blinked, thinking she had lost her mind.

Ben Stone stood in front of her, dripping in blood, naked, and looking furious. He yanked open the back door to her car and pulled her off the trunk at the same time. “Get on the floor,” he said, pointing to the back seat. “Head down, eyes lowered. Now.

Excerpt 4

He didn’t touch her. “Go to bed, Ashley,” he said, sounding tired.

Determination made her brave. “Fuck you,” she ventured.

In less than a second she found herself pinned to the bed by a solid hand at her nape, and her panties down. Ben hadn’t even moved from his place, he simply twisted in his seat to hold her captive.

“I think you must want another spanking,” he said.

“Yes,” she panted.

She heard him suck in his breath. He didn’t move. He didn’t lessen the grip on the back of her neck, but he didn’t spank her either.

She remained perfectly still.

Then his palm fell on her ass, fast and furious. She tried to keep still, since she had asked for it, but that only lasted a few moments before the sting set in. Then, she wriggled and bucked, twisted and clenched to dodge the punishing blows.

She bit her lips to keep from crying out. She didn’t want him to stop. She wanted it all—everything he had to give. Her bottom warmed under his hand, the initial sting fading after twenty or so spanks, turning into a delicious burn as he continued. It hurt, but it also felt good. She craved each stinging slap as it fell on her bare ass. She offered herself up to him, surrendered to his dominance. A pulsing heat grew in her sex, fueling the coil of need within her.

Abruptly, he stopped and released her.

She waited in tingling anticipation, opening her legs wider in a clear invitation.

“Go to bed,” he repeated.

It felt like cold water thrown in her face. For a moment, she couldn’t breathe, the indignity of being spanked and sent to bed too much. But desire made her bold. She scrambled off the bed and climbed over him, straddling his waist and pushing her breasts in his face.

His face twisted, as if in pain. “Don’t,” he grated. Yet one of his hands was already crushing her breast, the other kneading her ass. His grip was bruising, demanding, almost painful. She smashed her body against his, wanting more. His hot mouth landed on her hardened nipple, biting through her bra. Both nipples tightened, tingling for his touch. Her pussy clenched in eager spasms.

He shifted his grip, clamping one arm around her waist and reaching for her pussy with his free hand, rubbing over the silk gusset of her panties.

She lurched at the shock of contact with her most sensitive area, but he held her in place, his fingers slipping inside to slide roughly along her weeping slit.

“Ben,” she groaned.

He dipped two fingers inside her and at the same time, shoved her t-shirt up and yanked it off her with one hand. As his fingers twisted and thrust inside her, he yanked down one side of her bra. His lips fell on her nipple, teeth grazed, tongue flicked as he tugged the bra down to her waist.

Her fingers fumbled with the clasp and she tossed it to the floor.

He thrust his fingers inside her again, hitting her g-spot and making her legs lose all strength. If he hadn’t been holding her up, she would have collapsed to the floor. But he didn’t slow down, he kept finger-fucking her until he had her dancing on his lap, the penetration sending her hips into fantastic gyrations. His cock bulged in his jeans beneath her, impressive in size. She wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him for stability as he made her squirm with overpowering need. Just as she was about to come, he withdrew his fingers, still wet from her juices, and pressed one against her anus.

She jerked, trying to hide it from him. He held her fast, pushing insistently as his other hand came from the front. He shoved two fingers—oh God, was that three? inside her pussy, as one digit breached her back hole.

She bit into his shirt and screamed through closed teeth, holding still.

No one had touched her back hole before. Mess with the bull, you get the horns. Ashley had known Ben Stone would be intense, but she hadn’t expected things to go this way, this fast.

He alternated penetration—first thrusting into her pussy, then her ass, filling her, stretching her, sending her over the edge. Her eyes rolled back in her head, she mewled and yarled like a cat in heat, completely out of control.

The sensations cascaded through her—pussy, clit and anus all hit with stimulation at once. She arched, shoving her breast against his mouth. The moment he sucked her nipple back into his mouth with a hard pull, she came apart. Throwing her head back, her body bucked on its own accord when the climax began to rock through her. The room spun and her skin burned, scorched in every place Ben Stone touched her.

Before she’d caught her breath, her reality tipped and she found herself on the bed, with Ben easing his fingers out of her. His face held none of the relaxation she experienced, his eyebrows drawn together in pain.

Excerpt 5 –

Kicking off her panties, which were now tangled around her ankles, she padded to the bathroom and pushed open the door.

The shower curtain stood open and Ben leaned against the tile wall of the stall, eyes closed, his fist closed around the largest cock she’d ever seen. The muscles in his sculpted chest and arm rippled as he pumped his manhood with an urgency that made her light-headed. She watched for a moment, transfixed by the sight. But then confusion clouded her exhausted brain. Did he not want her? Why was he in here taking care of his own needs without her? Insecurity crept in and she started to back out of the bathroom, ready to pretend she’d never seen it, when his eyes opened and their gazes tangled. His eyes glowed amber, his dark lashes rimming the gold and making them pop. She saw anguish in his face.

She took a breath and stepped forward. “May I join you?”


“Get out,” he gritted through clenched teeth.

She flinched but didn’t move. “I’d like to help you with that,” she said, her eyes flicking to his aching cock. Her nipples stood out in pebbled tips, her naked form almost too beautiful to take in.

He bit back the groan of longing that rose in his throat. His vision was razor-sharp, teeth elongating. He took several breaths to get control. “Get out,” he croaked. “You’re playing with fire.”

“Maybe I like fire,” she said softly, taking another step forward.

“Ashley,” he bit out, “You don’t know what I would do to you.”

“What would you do?” Her gaze was soft, swimming in desire. Soft waves of rich brown hair fell in around her flushed face, and the blue eyes were almost all pupil. Jesus, that look…his flesh prickled with needles and pins, the need to mark her overtaking him. He imagined claiming her, taking her roughly from behind as he sank his teeth into her…

He gripped his cock, squeezing it hard as he pumped his fist up and down. Jesus Christ. He’d never been so out of control before. His climax came like a torpedo, shuddering through him. He shot his load onto the tile, his cum hot where it splattered on his hand and thigh.

Ashley stared, her blue eyes huge. She dragged her tongue across her lower lip, sending him into a second blinding orgasm. When it passed, he leaned against the shower wall, his knees weak. “Get out!” he barked.

She froze, looking uncertain.

“Go,” he said, panting to regain his breath.

Her face flushed and he knew he’d hurt her, but he couldn’t help it. She had no idea what would happen if he let his animal self loose with her. She’d be marked within seconds, possibly bleed to death, and if she survived, she’d be mated to a loser wolf with a death threat hanging over his head. Which meant she’d never be safe again.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled as she turned and slipped out the door without looking back.

He closed his eyes in frustration. He was such a jackass. He punched the shower wall beside him, cracking the tile. The pain eased a little of the need pulsing through him. The orgasm had only brought him the mildest relief. The pressure to claim the intoxicating female in the next room still pulsed beneath the surface. It was going to be a long night.

About Renee Rose

USA Today Bestselling Author Renee Rose is a naughty wordsmith who writes kinky BDSM and spanking romance novels. Named Eroticon USA’s Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, she has also won The Romance Reviews Best Historical, Sci-Fi and BDSM awards, Spanking Romance Reviews‘ Best Historical, Erotic,  Ageplay and favorite author, and was a finalist for The BDSM Writer’s Con Golden Flogger award. She’s hit #1 on Amazon in multiple categories in the U.S. and U.K., is often found on the list of Amazon’s Top 100 Erotic Authors and has been a regular columnist for Write Sex Right. She also pens BDSM stories under the name Darling Adams.  To receive four free books from Renee, sign up for her mailing list here.

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Can love overcome all obstacles?

Amielle Warne’s life was perfect. At twenty-six years old, she had a dream job as the physiotherapist to a superstar but then a hit-and-run accident ruined everything. Now, physically injured and jobless, she plans on setting up a women’s medical clinic with her friends. But the return of her teenage crush threatens to ruin her life—again!

Life-weary scientist, Ethan Cuthbert, has returned home temporarily to create a haven for cancer patients and their families. What he doesn’t expect is having to deal with his best friend’s little sister, Amielle, wanting the same property as him.

Ethan is off-limits, not only has he already broken her heart once before but he’s returning to his job overseas in three weeks. But when sizzling kisses lead to more, can they work around the obstacles between them, from both the past and future?

“A sexy hero and a girl he’s known for years have too much at stake to give in to their mutual attraction. But then difficult circumstances force them to realise the depth of their emotions, and a love story begins to unfold.

Snippet #1 

Amielle Warne’s gaze travelled up the length of crushed jeans, over a trim waist, lingering before drifting north to—BANG—collide with Ethan Cuthbert’s gaze.

Ethan’s brow lifted. “Like what you see?” He chuckled low in the back of his throat. “Good to see you, Amielle.” He sauntered toward her.

Snippet #2

She’d found the guy of her dreams. Right here. Her brother’s best friend.

Snippet #3

“I want you, more than anything.” He paused, desperate to find the right words. “I don’t want to hurt you.” He extracted her hand and kissed the pulse point at her wrist till he felt her body sag.



Joanne Dannon, an Australian author, writes to give her readers the experience she loves to savor–indulging in a sigh-worthy-happily-ever-after, being swept away from the everyday by diving into a delicious romance novel.

Joanne is a happily married mother of two heroes-in-training who loves spending time with friends and family. She can be found on Facebook and her website www.joannedannon.comchatting about reading, writing, cooking, vintage-inspired dresses and all things romantic.

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