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GOD OF VENGEANCE
BY MICHELLE HEARD
Release date: August 26th
Genre/Tropes: GrumpyVsSunshine / TT
Jealous/Possessive / Arranged/Forced Marriage / Touch her and die
Series: Book 5 of the Kings of Mafia Series
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From
USA Today & Wall Street Journal bestselling author Michelle Heard comes a
new STANDALONE, full-length MAFIA ROMANCE novel.
I was born
into the Cosa Nostra, so I've always known an arranged marriage loomed in my
future.
When the Capo
dei Capi of the Cosa Nostra comes to Sicily to give his approval for his
cousin, Stefano, to take me as his bride, I know my fate is all but sealed.
Marrying Stefano is the last thing I want, but being a woman, I don't have a
say in the matter.
Damiano
Falco is merciless and rules the Cosa Nostra with an iron fist. Everyone fears
him and won't dare go against him.
I'm still
trying to accept that I'll have no choice but to marry Stefano when Damiano
utters the last word anyone expects to hear.
"No."
He doesn't
give his approval, nor does he offer any explanation.
But if I
think his refusal will set me free, I have another thing coming. Instead, my
bags are packed, and within hours, I find myself sitting on a private jet with
the head of the Costa Nostra.
The ruthless
man doesn't tell me anything, and I have no idea what my future holds.
To say I'm
terrified is the understatement of the century.
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About Michelle Heard:
Michelle
Heard is a Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling Author who loves
creating stories her readers can get lost in. She resides in South Africa with
her son where she's always planning her next book to write, and trip to take.
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What could be worse than having a one-night stand with my twin’s biggest rival on the ice?
Mine to Take, an all-new One-night stand, Brother’s rival, Opposites attract Hockey romance from USA Today bestselling author Jennifer Sucevic is now available!
What could be worse than having a one-night stand with my twin’s biggest rival on the ice?
Umm…nothing.
Nothing is worse than that.
It’s the reason why my brother can never find out that I hooked up with Maverick McKinnon, ridiculously hot defenseman for the Western Wildcats. It doesn’t matter if the memories from our night together are enough to make my toes curl and my panties—
Well, you get the idea.
He’s the first guy to come along and not treat me like I’ll shatter into a million pieces when he lays his hands on me. Even if there’s a teeny tiny part within that would like to see him again, the fallout would be brutal.
I have enough to deal with. Like trying to break out of the box my family has placed me in since my diagnosis.
The only problem?
I’ve lost something valuable.
Something I need back.
And I’m pretty sure whose bed I’ll find it in.
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When I
remain still—at a crossroads—he whispers, “Come on, sunshine. Just a few
more steps.”
My gaze
flickers from his to the necklace draped around his neck.
I’m so
close.
And then I
can walk away.
Unscathed.
I can leave
Maverick McKinnon where he belongs.
Safely
tucked away in my memories.
I force
myself to eat up the remaining distance. Air gets clogged in my lungs as
my shaking palms settle on the broad expanse of his chest. His muscles
bunch and tighten, straining beneath the flesh. All the warring thoughts
within my brain go silent as my senses are bombarded by him.
The heat of
his skin.
The woodsy
scent of his cologne that cocoons me in familiarity.
The steady
tempo of his heart beating beneath my fingertips.
The harsh
breath that belies the calm expression on his face.
I want to
soak in this moment so I don’t forget a single second of it.
When my
palms slide toward the necklace, his larger hands settle over them, drawing
them upward until they’re tangled around his neck and my body is flush against
his.
Our gazes
stay fastened.
I couldn’t
look away even if I wanted to.
“We
shouldn’t do this,” I whisper, trying one last time to stop this from
happening.
Even to my
own ears, the protest is weak.
“Do you love
him?”
“Of
course.” The truthful response is out of my mouth before I can think
better of it.
Fury flashes
in his eyes as his voice dips, sounding as if it’s been roughed up by
sandpaper. It sends a shiver skittering down my spine.
“I’ve never been one to fuck other dude’s girlfriends.” Just as relief rushes from my lungs, he tacks on, “But I’m going to make an exception in this case.”
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He calls me prey.
I call him a bully.
Sebastian Arturo isn’t just cruel, he’s downright terrifying.
With piercing green eyes, a body made for doing very bad things, and a charming demeanor, it’s no wonder everyone thinks the world of him… everyone except me.
When I wake up with pieces of my memory missing he’s the only one who can give me answers.
But he doesn't give me answers, instead he tells me to stop asking questions, or else...
I heed his warning and do my best to avoid him but since he’s my boss and I live in his house that's kinda difficult.
Then one night his hate for me reaches its breaking point...and the lines blur.
Hate twists into lustful obsession.
His cruel words become seductive praises.
One touch sparks a raging inferno of desire, and I find myself burned to ash beneath his fingertips.
Just when I think I'll finally find happiness my memories return bringing with them a vicious truth.
Turns out the man I’m falling for isn't who I thought he was... and escape isn''t an option.
He has me right where he wants, caught in a trap, just like prey.
Leaving her readers gasping and asking what the hell just happened is only one of her many tricks.
Her books range from morally grey to dark and spicey but always end with a happily ever after. She loves to write across numerous tropes, but her favorite is enemies to lovers.
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My whirlwind romance would begin once I was ready to take the plunge.
Spoiler alert—every failed first date on record suggests otherwise.
Just when I’m beginning to fault my lofty standards, Garrett Foster saunters onto the scene.
The football star turned bar owner is quick to volunteer his services.
He vows to deliver the best version of Mr. Right—just to prove first impressions deserve a second glance.
I’d question these seemingly selfless intentions if Garrett’s reputation didn’t answer for itself.
Shameless flirting aside, it’s well-known that the established bachelor doesn’t plan to settle down. Ever.
He treats commitment like a bad habit he kicked in college.
That makes him a very eligible sidekick.
At least until his actions start speaking louder than words.
Almost to the suggestive tune that he’s making me miss on purpose.
Or maybe I’m just falling for the guy who claims that he’s not the one for me…
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She’s his bodyguard. Nothing more.
Until it starts to snow.
Drama King, an all-new swoony, hilarious, opposites attract standalone holiday romp from New York Times bestselling author Penny Reid, is now available!
Stuck with her off-limits, taciturn, hunky movie star client during a sudden snowstorm on Christmas Eve, an extremely capable and highly professional bodyguard must keep him alive and warm without letting the tension building between them get too hot.
Bathsheba (Beth) Ryan can’t thank her best friend enough for helping her land the job of her dreams. After being relegated to second-string security for politicians in DC, being hired as an undercover personal security specialist by a giant Hollywood studio is exactly the kind of action she’s always wanted.
Until she meets her first assignment.
Cyrus Malcom can’t thank his agent enough for arranging a blind date with seemingly the woman of his dreams. After spending the past several years playing all the parts and climbing all the ladders, the lonely mega movie star finds himself actually enjoying a night on the town for the first time in ages when he meets the gorgeous, funny, and genuine Ryaine O’Rourke.
Until she shows up at his studio meeting the next day with a completely different name.
A world-wide press tour and too many late-night parties later, Beth simply needs to get through a short, one-day visit during the Christmas holiday, and then she’ll be free of Cyrus Malcom’s confusing hot looks and cold shoulders for good.
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“Do you want to listen to music?” I asked softly. “Or talk radio?”
“No, thank you,” he said shortly, shifting in his seat again while he kept on staring and frowning out the window. “You’ll need to take a right when you get to Old Whiskey Road.”
“You don’t want to go through downtown Alenbach?”
“No. I’ve seen it before.” His response was uncharacteristically irritable.
Fighting a bout of nerves, I considered my next question, or whether I should ask a question.
One popped in my head and I wondered if it was too personal. But you know what? I decided, to heck with it. I wouldn’t see Cyrus again after today, not in any meaningful way. If he clammed up, so be it. I had nothing to lose.
I waited another mile or so, then asked, “Do you miss it?”
—at the exact same time he demanded, “Why did you pick me up?”
Stiffening at the hostility in his tone, I redoubled my efforts to focus on the road and responded calmly, “I was already here and the studio asked.”
I got the sense he was waiting for me to continue. When I didn’t, he asked, “That’s it? There’s no other reason?”
Chewing on my bottom lip, my thoughts drifted to the watch in my pocket. “What other reason would there be?” I hedged, testing the wiper controls to see if it had a higher setting. It didn’t. I felt like we were creeping along at this point and we’d be lucky to make it before nightfall.
His eyes still on me, he grumbled something I missed, then asked, “Do I miss what?”
I considered saying, Nothing, forget it, but my reasoning for asking the question was still sound.
“Do you miss Texas? Do you miss being close to your momma and all these wide-open spaces? The culture out here?” I went back to chewing my bottom lip, feeling unaccountably nervous. Carefully, I slowed the car and turned onto Old Whiskey Road. This was the bypass road for Alenbach, which was still some thirty miles ahead.
The snow seemed to thicken while I waited for him to answer. We traveled another mile and I glanced at Cyrus, our eyes connecting for the first time since he’d arrived at the Austin airport.
I absorbed the shock of it, breathed through it. Meanwhile, he stared at me, some combination of puzzled and stunned.
Braving another quick look, I asked, “What’s wrong?”
“I believe that’s the first time you’ve asked me a personal question directly.”
Gripping the steering wheel tighter, I struggled with how to respond, and eventually blurted, “That can’t be true.”
“It is. What do you know about me?” The question sounded like an accusation. “We worked together for four months and not once—not once—did you make any effort to know me. Why is that?”
A hot, spiky feeling pressed uncomfortably outward against my skin. The truth was, I knew more than I wanted to admit. “I—I know plenty.”
“Really? How? Are you a mind reader? What am I thinking right now?”
My breath wanted to hitch. I wouldn’t let it. I tried to focus on my irritation, not this strange sense that I’d let him down.
“Go ahead,” he demanded. “Tell me what I’m thinking.”
Glancing at him, I saw a deeply furrowed brow, glinting narrowed eyes, mouth tugged down at the corners, jaw set. Cyrus looked more like his character Asmodeus than himself—a beautiful, surly, smoldering fallen angel instead of a happy-go-lucky sweetheart with too much energy and charisma.
“Well?” Cyrus pushed.
“Well, obviously you’re angry with me.”
“That’s right, I’m angry.”
“Fine. Be angry then!” I yelled.
“I don’t want to be angry with you!” he shouted back. “I want to be the opposite of—oh shit”—he braced his arm against the dash—“Stop!”
I saw the deer right before Cyrus did. It was huge. Despite my frazzled state of mind and his insistence that I do so, I did not stop. I didn’t swerve either, though every instinct screamed at me to yank the wheel to the right.
Did you know deer kill more people than any other animal? Snakes and sharks have nothing on Bambi. Some people think they’re cute, I blame Disney for that. They’re not cute, they’re dumb. If you’re unfortunate enough to see them in the road, stop only if it’s convenient and you spot them from a distance and it’s not a winter hellscape outside.
But since this one appeared like a serial killer in a snowy slasher flick, I didn’t stop. I pressed gently on the brakes, slowed, and braced for impact. It came with a forceful, bone-shaking boom. Airbags deployed, filling my face and vision. The jolt of it caused my foot to press harder on the brake—rookie mistake, I should’ve removed my foot—and that’s when the shit hit the fan.
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Penny Reid is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today bestselling author of the Winston Brothers and Knitting in the City series. She used to spend her days writing federal grant proposals as a biomedical researcher, but now she writes kissing books. Penny is an obsessive knitter and manages the #OwnVoices-focused mentorship incubator / publishing imprint, Smartypants Romance. She lives in Seattle Washington with her husband, three kids, and dog named Hazel.
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From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Kylie Scott comes a new story in her Stage Dive series…
When the Stage Dive crew decides to help, they do it in a big way.
Nanny and housekeeper Jude has been going through a dry patch. Getting ready to dip her toes back into the dating pool is a little nerve racking. And the offers of assistance from her boss, David Ferris, and his band are not helping. Right up until music producer Dean Jennings arrives to work on the band's latest album.
But Dean is more than a little wary of dating anyone with anything to do with the Stage Dive crew after losing Lena to lead singer Jimmy Ferris all those years ago. Can Jude a) Convince the crew to stay out of her business and b) Woo the man of her dreams?
**Every 1001 Dark Nights novella is a standalone story. For new readers, it’s an introduction to an author’s world. And for fans, it’s a bonus book in the author’s series. We hope you'll enjoy each one as much as we do.**
I smile. I have a lot to smile about. He likes me. We’re doing this. How exciting.
He leans forward. “Can I kiss you, Jude?” he whispers.
I feel those words in every part of me. “Yeah.” I lick my lips. “You can.”
As pretty as he was at a distance, he’s even more handsome close up. All of the shadows and lines of his face. It blows my mind how Lena left him for another. What a fool. Though I am kind of deeply grateful that she did. His lips are divine. No other word will do. And the thought of him pressing them against mine is making my stomach do a weird flip-flop thing. His lips are neither thin nor plump, but somewhere in between and perfect. I stare at them as he comes closer until he’s pressing his mouth softly against mine.
A sweet kiss, as if he’s testing his welcome. The man needn’t have bothered. I balance on the balls of my feet and join our lips once more, kissing him more insistently. I mean, we might as well figure out here and now if we have no chemistry. If he has no expertise. Because I kissed this male model once who was a tongue-wrangling disaster. Just a whole lot of wet-faced yuck. Sad, but true. It’s not like I have kissed anyone in ages. Maybe I’ve forgotten how it all works. Perhaps I’ll be the disaster.
Dean’s hands grip my hips, and his tongue slips into my mouth and oh, yeah. Very nice. A lack of chemistry is obviously not going to be a problem between us. He kisses me deep and wet in a way that goes straight to my head. My fingers slide over the smooth warm skin of his shoulders before holding on tight. He is so solid and strong. One of his hands is now cupping the back of my head, holding me to him. As if I had any intention of leaving. Heck no. We kiss until my lips are numb and swollen and my mind is far away. Nothing else matters but this moment.
He leans his forehead against mine, and we both take a moment to catch our breath. As first kisses go, it was stellar. My empty stomach, however, shows no cool and rumbles loudly. Talk about keeping it real.
Another Christmas From Hell
R.L. Mathewson
(Neighbor from Hell, #13)
Publication date: November 4th 2022
Genres: Adult, Comedy, Contemporary, Romance
The last thing that he wanted was to fall in love with his brother’s best friend.
From New York Time’s bestselling author R.L. Mathewson comes the next installment in the disturbingly funny romantic comedy series, Neighbor from Hell.
It was time to move on.
Granted, Cayley would have preferred to wait until after Christmas, but with her best friend somehow managing to get her fired and evicted in the same day, she had no choice but to move into the apartment across from the man that really didn’t seem happy to see her.
That was fine.
More than fine because if she could handle her best friend making her life a living hell and an ex-fiancé that was determined to get her back, then she could handle the man that was willing to do whatever it took to let the past destroy them both.
He couldn’t believe this was happening again.
For years, Bryce had been going out of his way to avoid Cayley, hoping that she would finally move on, but now that she was back, he realized that he no longer had a choice.
He was going to have to break her heart.
At least that was the plan until the little brat turned the tables on him, making him wonder how much longer he was going to be able to lie to himself even as one thing became painfully clear…
This was going to be the worst Christmas ever.
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Excerpt
“You were always following me,” Bryce
bit out as he followed her inside.
“Is that…is that Bryce?” Sean asked, sounding intrigued. “Do
not hang up the phone, woman!”
“When?” Cayley found herself asking,
unable to help but frown as she struggled to figure out what the hell he was
talking about.
“When we were kids, you followed me
everywhere. You were always at the house,” Bryce said, looking incredibly
pissed as he glared at her over the kitchen island.
“Because your brother wouldn’t stop
dragging me over there,” Cayley said, unable to help but wonder where he was
going with this.
“I really wouldn’t,” came the heartfelt sigh from the
bastard that was going to pay for this.
“You followed me to school every day,”
Bryce said, folding his obscenely large arms over his chest while he glared at
her, daring her to argue with him.
“We went to the same school. How the
hell was I supposed to get there?” Cayley asked with a helpless shrug.
“You were always trying to hold my
hand,” he bit out between clenched teeth.
“Yeah, when I was six and wasn’t
allowed to cross the street by myself.”
“You always made it a point of sitting
next to me at dinner.”
“Because that was the only empty chair
at the table?” Cayley said, reaching up to rub her temple as she felt a
headache coming on.
“Why did you show up at every job site
I went to after school?” Bryce demanded.
“Because your annoying little brother
threatened to put snakes in my bed if I didn’t bring him baked goods from my
aunt’s bakery every day,” Cayley snapped, deciding that she was going to need
caffeine to get through this asinine conversation.
“I really did,” Sean murmured, sounding quite pleased
with the direction this conversation was headed while Cayley began searching
through her refrigerator for a Coke.
“Then explain why you’re renting the
apartment across from me and why we’re now working at the same job,” came the
demand as Cayley frantically searched through her fridge for her much-needed
caffeine fix only to resign herself to making another trip to the store.
“Because the jerk face that I’m really
wondering why I’m friends with got me evicted over an order of chicken tenders
and got me fired on the same day because he can’t keep his dirty little hands
to himself and left me with no choice but to beg your brother-in-law for a job
and a place to stay,” Cayley snapped as she closed the refrigerator door.
There was a heartfelt sigh, and then
Sean was mumbling, “Memories.”
Grumbling, and really wondering why she
was friends with the big jerk that was making her life a living hell and couldn’t
keep his greedy little hands off her Coke, Cayley grabbed a pen off the counter
and made her way back to her kitchen island, where she wrote “Find a new BFF”
on her to-do list.
“You better not have done why I think
you just did,”
came the warning that had her smiling.
“Oh, but I really did,” Cayley said,
angrily slamming the pen down on the kitchen island and-
Suddenly found herself cornered by a
very large and very angry James brother.
“You’re in love with me,” Bryce said,
placing his hands on the counter on either side of her and caged her in as he
glared down at her.
Blinking, Cayley asked, “How are you
getting that from what I just said?”
“Because he’s crazy,” came the murmured whisper in her ear
that had her rolling her eyes.
Keeping his eyes locked on her, Bryce
plucked the phone out of her hand and ended the call before placing the phone
on the counter.
“You’re always watching me,” Bryce bit
out.
“Because you’re always glaring at me,”
Cayley pointed out.
Author Bio
New York Times Bestselling author, R.L. Mathewson was born in Massachusetts. She’s known for her humor, quick wit and ability to write relatable characters. She currently has several paranormal and contemporary romance series published including the Neighbor from Hell series.
Growing up, R.L. Mathewson was a painfully shy bookworm. After high school she attended college, worked as a bellhop, fast food cook, and a museum worker until she decided to take an EMT course. Working as an EMT helped her get over her shyness as well as left her with some fond memories and some rather disturbing ones that from time to time show up in one of her books.
Today, R.L. Mathewson is the single mother of two children that keep her on her toes. She has a bit of a romance novel addiction as well as a major hot chocolate addiction and on a perfect day, she combines the two.
If you’d like more information about this series or any other series by R.L. Mathewson, please visit www.Rlmathewson.com
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Nine years ago, Weston Madigan saved me. I came to Colorado penniless, heartbroken, and pregnant, searching for a fresh start. Weston gave me a job at his family’s resort, then left the next day and never returned, not even to visit.
Then I stumble in on Weston cooking breakfast shirtless—gloriously, inappropriately shirtless—in the shared kitchen of my duplex in employee housing. Given the shock on both our faces, he wasn’t expecting a roommate either, let alone two.
The growly pilot is only home to start his family’s new heli-skiing operation. I can handle being his temporary roommate, right? Chemistry and attraction aren’t impossible to ignore when you agree on ground rules. Besides, even with those gorgeous, brooding brown eyes, the guy is a walking thundercloud…until my daughter, Sutton, makes him laugh and he smiles at me. Then everything changes. Cue inconvenient heart flip.
This is only temporary.
I can’t fall for Weston.
Will. Not. Fall. For. Weston.
But rules go out the window when you’re a little too close.
Rebecca loves military heroes and has been blissfully married to hers for over twenty years. She’s the mother of six children, and is currently surviving the teenage years with three of her four hockey-playing sons. When she’s not writing, you can find her at the hockey rink or sneaking in some guitar time while guzzling coffee. She and her family live in Colorado with their stubborn English bulldogs, two feisty chinchillas, and a Maine Coon kitten named Artemis, who rules them all.
Having fostered then adopted their youngest daughter who is nonverbal and on the autism spectrum, Rebecca is passionate about helping children in the foster system through her nonprofit, One October, which she co-founded with her husband in 2019. To learn more about their mission to better the lives of kids in foster care, visit www.oneoctober.org.
