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Book Title: Through Fire (Portland, ME, novel #3)
Author: Freya Barker
Genre: Contemporary Romance & Woman’s Lit
Release Date: July 19, 2016
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Violence corroded her…

Obedience defiled her…

Fear kept her chained…

Freedom is hard to embrace when she’s never learned to trust. Yet in the span of a second, she grabs a single opportunity and runs toward it. Straight into the sanctuary of a pub at the end of a wharf.

She doesn’t understand the concept of friendship. She’s never felt the connection of a relationship. She’s as innocent as the driven snow and yet tainted with corruption. Still, she finds herself surrounded by people who accept her, without even knowing the first thing about her.
But one of them is determined to dig deeper.

He treasures his friends, yet he’s steered clear of committed relationships. He likes his life comfortably predictable and entirely controlled. Until it isn’t. For months he’s avoided interacting with The Skipper’s newest addition. Perhaps realizing that once he looked deeply into those liquid brown eyes, he wouldn’t be able to turn away.

When his present and her past puts them both on the brink of change, they are forged through fire as one.



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“Can I see?” His voice is right behind me now and I can almost feel the heat coming off his body.

Still without turning, I drop the peeler and hold my arm out to the side, slowly pulling up the sleeve of my sweater. He steps into my field of vision and wraps one of his large hands around my wrist, pulling my arm out further so he can see. It’s nothing. At least nothing compared to some marks I’ve carried. Still, the hiss of his breath over the raised blister on my forearm seems to burn itself into my skin, and I lightly tug at my arm. He releases it instantly.

“Did you put something on it?”

He settles his back against the counter, his arms crossed over his chest and it would be rude not to look at him. Although his voice sounds gruff, almost curt, his blue eyes only convey concern.

“I did,” I confirm. “It doesn’t hurt. Much,” I add, not quite sure why I felt the need to.

“Have you taken anything for the pain?”

I shake my head forcefully. “No.” No way in hell will I take any drugs. Not even if my arm was on fire.

I can feel him examine me closely and I keep my eyes focused on what my hands are doing. “Make sure to keep it clean. When those blisters open, it can easily get infected,” he finally says.

This time I simply nod. He seems satisfied with that and takes a look at the recipe while I pick up the peeler again.

For the next half hour we work in relative silence as we finish cutting the ingredients and toss them in the large pan, which is now ready to go in the oven. Tim’s easily taken charge and it’s obvious he is no slouch in the kitchen. I have to admit I feel more relaxed today than I did yesterday. Or even this morning when I should’ve been excited about meeting Viv at her apartment—my apartment now—but was worrying about the day ahead instead.

“I can teach you.” Tim’s statement, out of the blue, startles me. “Cooking, I mean. I’m no chef, but I can handle the basics.”

I’m not able to mask the flash of excitement at the prospect. Pam had tried but, with the constant interruptions at the shelter, I’d had a hard time staying on task. I quickly straightened my face, though, the moment I started thinking about the logistics. It would mean being alone with this large man for stretches of time. And where? At the apartment? Here at The Skipper? No. I can’t. I know enough to know that if a man offers you favors, it’s for good reason. Usually favors in return. Otherwise what would he get out of it?


He seems a little taken aback by my question. “Because you want to learn. You said so. Never too late to start. And if I’ve learned anything in my years it’s that regret is the one true failure. Besides,” he says with a shrug of his massive shoulders, “I like cooking. I don’t do it often enough.”

“Okay.” I slap my hand over my mouth but it’s too late to hold back the inadvertent response.

His eyes twinkle with amusement. “Good.” He nods with a smile, before turning back to the stove.

What have I gotten myself into? Idiota.

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Freya Barker inspires with her stories about ‘real’ people, perhaps less than perfect, each struggling to find their own slice of happy. She is the author of the Cedar Tree Series and the Portland, ME, novels.

A recipient of the RomCon “Reader’s Choice” Award for best first book, “Slim To None,” Freya has since published eight books. She continues to spin story after story with an endless supply of bruised and dented characters, vying for attention!

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Surrender to Love

by J.C. Valentine
Night Calls #3
Publication Date: July 19, 2016 (re-release)
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance

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Synopsis: After finding herself out of luck and out of love, Patricia Jacobs has written off the male species. No one but her father has ever given her the love and devotion she knows she deserves, and she’s sick and tired of it. Until she collides, literally, with a man whose devastating smile and seductive charm that should be considered illegal, destroys her plans. He’s everything she’s ever dreamed of in a man: handsome, intelligent, successful, they share a love of cars and best of all; he looks at her like she’s his light in the dark. What more could a girl ask for?

Jonathon Bradshaw, destroyed by a past that has haunted his every waking moment for the last five years, isn’t looking for a serious relationship, until he meets Patricia. Sweet, saucy and as hot as the summer is long, Jon can’t deny the draw he has toward her. For the first time, he has hope. Determined to shake the ghosts of his past, Jon focuses on forging a future with Patti, but he’s always been a master at standing in his own way.

When Jon’s past refuses to be forgotten, will Patti be able to live with the truth about the man who’s stolen her heart?


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Jon stepped into Carnal with a blonde on one arm and a brunette on the other. Stepping in beside them, his best friend and wingman, Travis, motioned to the dance floor, and then melted into the throng with his own date.

Music vibrated through his body as Jon carved a path through the crowd toward an empty table in the back. He seated the women, and then squatted down between them, motioning them closer so he could speak without shouting. “What can I get you ladies to drink?”

“Grey Goose,” the blonde told him, smiling demurely with lips so thick and glossy they screamed sin.

“Martini, dirty.” The brunette seated to his left wrapped her hand around his neck and pulled his face to hers. Their mouths meshed, and she slipped her tongue inside his, wasting no time letting him know where she expected this night to end.

Jon pulled back with a lazy grin and wiped the excess moisture from his lips with his fingertips. “That’s an order I have no problem filling. Don’t go anywhere.”

“Don’t worry, baby,” the brunette cooed. “The only place we’re going tonight is down.” Her gaze shifted to his crotch and Jon laughed, amused.

“Promises, promises. I’m going to hold you to that,” he swore.

Striding up to the bar, Jon found a sliver of space and positioned himself there, raising his hand to call the bartender’s attention.

While he waited, he took stock of the place. The downtown club was buzzing with energy. Colored lighting flashed intermittently over the oblong dance floor. Loud music from every direction pulsed in his ears. There were half-naked bodies everywhere, dancing, groping, and draping themselves over the bar. It was a veritable cesspool of debauchery, and he loved every bit of it.

The bartender was finally making his way over when the seat beside him opened up and a warm, lithe body slid in alongside him.

Jon couldn’t help but appreciate the view. Long, pale hair flowed down to a curvaceous backside and lean, tone legs clad in a pair of tight, white jeans dangled from the stool she perched on. From the back, she was enough to stir him to life. He wondered what effect she would have on him head-on.

When the bartender approached his end of the bar and looked to him first, Jon shook his head and tilted it toward the blonde beside him. “Take care of her first. I’ll wait.”

The bartender nodded, uncaring of who went first, and shifted his attention to her. Turning on her seat, the friendly smile she wore turned shy when she looked up and met his eyes.

How cute. “Hi,” he said, deliberately dropping his voice lower.

“Hi.” She smiled demurely, her long lashes touching her cheeks when she dropped her gaze.

“What are you having?” Jon asked, using the volume of the music as an excuse to slide in a little closer. He rested one arm on the polished counter and leaned into it, smiling down at her as her mind worked to keep up. He gestured to the man waiting for them expectantly.

Her cheeks colored and she cleared her throat. “Give me two rum and cokes, a long island and Sam Adams,” she called out to the bartender who was waiting patiently for their order.

While he hurried off to fill it, Jon took the opportunity to fix her with a wide smile. “You look nice tonight,” he told her, allowing his eyes to make a slow perusal down her lush body. Unfortunately, he couldn’t keep his eyes from making a second pass over her chest where her breasts were on full display beneath the simple black tank top.

“Thanks,” she said amicably. She flipped her long hair over her shoulder, eliminating the soft, silken screen obstructing his view of shapely shoulders covered in perfect alabaster skin. “I’m Patti,” she said, turning in her chair and offering him her hand.

He took her delicate hand in his and brought it up to his lips, pressing a kiss to the back of it. “It’s a pleasure, Patti. I’m Jon.”

“Nice to meet you, Jon.”

“Definitely.” They smiled at one another, lost in each other’s eyes, until the bartender returning with the drinks broke the spell. “It’s on me,” he told him, then waved him away. Jon would come back to make his order after he was through with Patti.

“Thanks, but you didn’t have to do that.”

Jon helped her gather up her drinks, holding them hostage to keep her around a little longer. “I wanted to,” he said, casually slipping his hand around her tiny waist to guide her through the crowd. She smiled up at him, her pale green eyes sparkling beneath the strobe lights.

She led him to a round table surrounded by several women, one of whom was very much pregnant. Patti bent to unload the drinks and smiling faces turned to greet her. Their expressions turned curious when they took notice of him hovering behind her.

“Okay, girls, I believe I got everyone.” Patti slapped her hands together, then jumped around when she remembered he was still there. “Oh! My bad. Forgot the beer.” She snatched the drink from his hands and took a long swallow.

All eyes were on him, and Jon shifted uncomfortably. “Aren’t you going to introduce us to your friend?” asked the one that looked like she was about to rupture amniotic fluid at any moment.

He watched as Patti’s chest rose and fell, a nervous laugh escaping her as she set her drink on the table. “Piper, Poppy, Jules, Sheila, Lynn,” she said, pointing her finger at each of them. “This is Jon. Jon, this is Lynn, Sheila, Jules, Poppy, and Piper. Thanks for buying the drinks and helping me carry them,” she said quickly. “I guess I’ll see you around?”

She plunked down in her chair, effectively dismissing him, but Jon had other ideas. “Hi,” he said, stepping forward with his hand out. “It’s nice to meet you.”

The one named Piper took his hand in hers, her face bright. “Hey, I didn’t recognize you at first. Must be the lighting,” she said brightly, waving her hand at the colored lights hanging overhead. “You grew up with Tate. I’m his wife, Piper. We met in Vegas at the convention.”

Jon’s smile grew in recognition. “That’s right. I remember you now. Wow,” he said, looking down at her swollen abdomen. “You guys didn’t waste any time. When are you due?”

She laughed, running her palm over her stomach lovingly. “About five weeks left to go.”

“And Tate let you out of the house?” he asked, stunned. If she were his wife, he wouldn’t let her within an arm’s reach of a club. They were too unpredictable, too unsafe, too everything.

“I don’t think I gave him much of a choice,” she said with a giggle.

“She threatened to serve his balls to him on a silver platter,” Poppy leaned in and shouted. “Hey, Jon. How’s it going?”

He nodded to her. “It’s going. Where’s Felix tonight?”

Her eyes clouded over and she sat back, her hand reaching out to fiddle with her drink. “At home, I imagine.”

Jon’s brows rose at the coldness of her tone, but he didn’t bother to follow up. He was there to have a good time, not be drawn into female drama.

“So wait,” the one across from him, Sheila, said with her palms facing out in front of her. “You two know each other?”

“They work for me,” Jon said, making a swiping motion with his finger at Poppy and Piper.

“And how do you know Patti?”

“Oh, he doesn’t. We just met up at the bar,” Patti explained.

“You work fast, huh?” Sheila remarked, waggling her eyebrows suggestively at him.

He shrugged. “What can I say, when I see something I like…” He trailed off meaningfully. Patti’s eyes lifted from the table and he caught them, holding her trapped in his gaze for one

long, intense moment. He wanted her to know he was interested, and judging by the flush of her cheeks, she’d heard him loud and clear.

His smile fell when a pair of arms suddenly wrapped around his neck.

“Hey, baby, I was wondering where you disappeared to. What are you doing all the way over here?”

Patti glanced over her shoulder at the sound of feminine voices. It took her a second to assess the situation, and he watched as her nose scrunched in disgust. When her eyes slid back to him, she wore a blank expression and for some reason, that put a knot in his stomach.

Jon turned his head and found himself looking at two sets of annoyed eyes. “I was just getting ready to head back.” He patted the arm wrapped around his neck and she took the hint, releasing him and moving back a step. “Why don’t you go order the drinks for me and I’ll catch up in a minute?” He gave his dates a small, encouraging smile, hoping they’d leave quickly.

They did, reluctantly. He watched them go, his mind turning over how to explain what had just happened. He couldn’t come up with a damn thing. Hoping to appear nonchalant, he turned back to the table, the heat from the women’s eyes threatening to scorch him. The only one who wasn’t looking at him was Patti. He swallowed tightly. “I should get back,” he said slowly. “To my, uh…”

“Friends?” Patti asked pleasantly, though the look she turned on him made him feel like the biggest dick who ever existed.

“Right, friends,” he said regretfully. Standing, he cast a friendly smile around the table, but the only one he was really interested in seeing it was the woman who refused to look up at him. “Have a good evening, ladies.” With nothing left to say that wouldn’t make him look worse than he already did, he moved through the crush of dancers to find his dates.

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J.C. Valentine is the USA Today and International bestselling author of the Night Calls and Wayward Fighters Series and the Forbidden Series. Her vivid imagination and love of words and romance had her penning her own romance stories from an early age, which, despite being poorly edited and written longhand, she forced friends and family members to read. No, she isn’t sorry.

J.C. earned her own happily ever after when she married her high school sweetheart. Living in the Northwest, they have three amazing children and far too many pets and spend much of their free time together enjoying movies or the outdoors. Among the many hats she wears, J.C. is an entrepreneur. Having graduated with honors, she holds a Bachelor’s in English and when she isn’t writing, you can find her editing for fellow authors.

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Hands On by Cathryn Fox #ReleaseBlast @IndieSagePR @writercatfox #Giveaway

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Hands On

by Cathryn Fox
Hands On #1
Publication Date: July 18, 2016
Genres: Adult, Serial, Entangled: Scorched, Erotic, Romance

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Synopsis: Hands On is the first of a three-part erotic series from New York Times and USA best-selling author Cathryn Fox.

When hot as hell Danielle Lang showed up and asked me to teach her about sex, I thought I was hallucinating. Turns out the beautiful psychologist needed an extra bit of schooling in all things sexual so she could teach a class.
I’m always up for helping a friend. I mean, it’s the least I can do. What I wasn’t expecting is for her to turn the tables and teach me a few things. Only this short-term promise of two weeks in her bed is going by a little too quickly. Not that I’m thinking forever or anything.

I’ve got a football career to get back to. And she doesn’t want to be a part of my world. There’s no way we can be together—so I’m going to make sure I enjoy every sexy second….

This is the first of a three-part series full of mind-blowing sex, featuring a dirty-mouthed football player who knows the score and an inexperienced therapist who needs to learn it. HANDS ON is sure to leave readers begging for more. The next installment, Body Contact, will be published August 2016.


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Chapter One

Danielle Lang planted her elbows on the café table and pressed her forehead into her palms. “How could I have gotten myself into such a mess?”

“Because you need the money,” her best friend Violet supplied as she sipped a mocha latte and eyed the cute guy making his way to the barista. “There are worse ways to pay the bills, you know, and if you ask me this is a pretty sweet gig.”

“Sweet gig?” Danielle dropped her hands, the loud bang on the table gaining the attention of the women sitting two rows over. She leaned forward to avoid unwanted listeners and lowered her voice. “Violet, this is serious.”

Violet’s gaze jerked back to Danielle’s, her dark hair falling over her shoulders. “I know it is, but come on.” She gave an easy shrug. “You’re a psychologist, fresh out of graduate school. Really, how hard can it be to teach sex therapy to a bunch of incoming freshmen?”


“That’s what she said.”

Violet grinned over her cup, and Danielle laughed, despite the misery weighing her down. She loved her friend, she really did, but Violet didn’t understand the severity of the situation. When it came to sex, Violet would graduate cum laude, and Danielle, well, she could be found at the bottom of the class.

With one elbow planted on the table, Violet flipped her palm face up. “Look, you get in, offer some by-the-book therapy, and get out. Then you get a nice, fat paycheck for your time so you can pay down your debt and open your own family counseling practice like you want to. I’m not really seeing the problem here.”

Danielle sank back in her chair and twisted a long strand of hair around her finger, a common habit when she was nervous. “I know that’s the plan, and I have book knowledge on sex therapy, but how can I honestly teach anyone about the emotions behind sex, the hang-ups, the fetishes when I don’t understand them myself?”

Violet wagged dark brows over deep green eyes. “Ooh, fetishes. My favorite subject.”

Danielle crinkled her nose and pushed up her glasses. “I just don’t get it. Some of the fetishes I’ve read about seem strange, maybe even a bit deviant.”

“That’s because you haven’t tried anything.”

“You’re absolutely right.” Decision made, she flattened her hands on the table. “Which is why I need to back out of this job before I get kicked out. There is no way I can teach a group of students about intimacy and the need for desirability in humans if I’ve never had any hands-on experience.” Violet stared at her from across the tiny table, obviously still not seeing the problem. Danielle sighed and tried again. “Remember that dysfunctional family I lived with? The religious ones I told you about?”

Violet sipped her drink. “Yeah.”

“Well, they went to their priest for marriage counseling. I kept thinking, what does a priest know about marriage, and how can he possibly give advice if he’s never been married?”

“That’s it!” The cup her friend was holding came down so hard it clattered on the saucer and splattered coffee over the rim.

Danielle’s head jerked back with a start. “What’s it?”

“You’ll just have to get the hands-on experience you need.” Violet sat up straighter in her seat, her eyes narrowing shrewdly, her finger tapping the tabletop as she looked at the patrons in the café.

Shit. Danielle knew that look. Violet was on a mission, and once she went into fix-it mode, there was no stopping her. She leaned forward and rapped her knuckles on the table to get her attention. “If you’re suggesting what I think you’re suggesting, forget it.”

“It’s the perfect solution. Two weeks of hands-on training to give you the experience you need before the summer semester starts.” She pointed to the guy she’d been admiring earlier. “What about him?”

Oh, hell no!

Danielle grabbed her friend’s hand and pushed it down. “I am not going to walk up to some random guy and ask him to have sex with me,” she whispered between clenched teeth.

“Okay, then, how about a not-so-random guy?”

She groaned. “Stop. Just…stop, okay? This isn’t going to happen.”

“Of course it is. It’s just a matter of with whom.”

The bell over the café door jingled. To keep from reaching across the table and choking her dear friend, Danielle picked up her drink, took a sip, and glanced toward the door. Ohmigod. Was that Jack Rider?


Her blood flowed thick and heavy as the hottest guy from her high school stepped through the portal. Like a dim-witted moth drawn to a lightbulb, she let her gaze rake over him as he strolled inside the café. She’d had a thing for him back in the day, but the star quarterback had been way out of her league in high school, and from the looks of him now, that much hadn’t changed.

She’d heard about the ligament injuries that had sidelined him recently, but outside of catching a game or two on TV, and that one Christmas she’d briefly spotted him buying cold medicine at the nearby drugstore, she hadn’t seen him in person since he left Florida and went to college on a football scholarship.

She gave him a once over. Twice. He was hotter than ever, which was really saying something. Despite his bum leg, he moved with surprising grace for a guy of his size, and while she tried not to stare, for the life of her she couldn’t seem to tear her gaze away. She swallowed against a suddenly dry throat and took another gulp of her drink, her body warming in the way it always had when he was in the vicinity. In all her years, no guy had ever affected her the way he did.

“Is that—” Violet began, and then stopped, her head bobbing back and forth between Danielle and Jack when Jack flashed a smile their way. “Ohmigod.”

“Ohmigod what?” Danielle asked, trying not to sound as breathless as she felt.

“That is Jack Rider from the Seattle Kings, and you’re hot for him.”

“No…yes…I mean…”

“Well, holy shit. My little asexual friend is finally all worked up.” She waved her finger up and down. “Look at you, all flushed and out of breath.” Violet’s gaze dropped to Danielle’s chest. “And I just bet your nipples are hard.”

Danielle set her cup down and crossed her arms over her T-shirt, hoping to hide her arousal. “I am not asexual. I’ve just been busy. And I’m not all worked up.” With a quick nod, she gestured to the fans overhead. “It’s just the air conditioner.”


Violet leaned in, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Ask him.”

“Ask him what?”

“To teach you all about sex.” She gave Danielle a look that suggested she was dense. “Isn’t that what we’ve been talking about?”

“It’s what you’ve been talking about, and you’re out of your mind.” She pitched her voice low. “That’s Jack Rider. The Jack Rider.”

“I don’t care if he’s Zac-frigging-Efron. He’s a well-known player, and just the guy to help you”—she waggled her brows—“bone up on sex. Give you the hands-on experience you’re looking for.” Violet turned and blatantly stared at Jack. “Jesus, look at those hands. You know what they say, the bigger the hands, the bigger the—”

Danielle held her palms up to cut her friend off. “I know. I know. And there’s no proof of that.”

Violet did that weird head-bobbing thing she always did when she was really getting into a plan. “Wanna bet?”


“Then find out yourself. I dare you.”

Ooh, how tempting.

“Violet,” she warned. Cripes, her friend had to be out of her mind. She wasn’t about to ask Jack to have sex with her. She wasn’t about to ask anyone, for that matter. She’d spent her whole life doing for herself, and asking anyone for anything was just a set up for disappointment. So she wasn’t about to start now and go down a path that led to regret.

“Look, you said you didn’t want to ask a random stranger to get you up to speed on the nasty, and he’s not. You already know each other. You went to high school together. Plus, he smiled at you, Danielle.”

“He was probably just trying to clean something from his teeth. No way would he remember me. I was a freshman. He was a senior. We didn’t even travel in the same circles.” Although, there were those few times he offered to drive her home when it was raining, and the afternoon he helped her pick her books up when some stupid jock friend of his knocked them out of her hands and took off laughing. Rumor had it Jack punched the guy in the face later that day—but then, a lot of rumors went around her school.

Violet pursed her lips. “Looks to me like he remembers you.”


“Doesn’t matter. Go for it anyway. Invite him home…” Her words fell off as she extended her arms forward and with quick thrusts, jerked them back and forth. “And break in that vag-vag.”

“Jesus.” Danielle lowered her head and muttered, “I am so not about to do that. And besides, who says he’d go home with me? I read the paper. I’ve seen the hot women he’s been with.”

“Which means he has what it takes to give you the experience you need.” Violet snapped her fingers. “Right clothes, right shoes, right bra. You’ll be a walking wet dream in no time at all. Not that you’re not now, but we just need to put a couple of things out there.”

Those “couple of things” had better not be what I think they are.

Violet grabbed her own breasts and jiggled them.

Well, hell.

“These look good, right?”

Her glance wasn’t the only one to fall to Violet’s creamy white cleavage as she squeezed her breasts. “They look amazing.”

“Victoria’s Secret Bombshell bra. It adds two sizes.” She dropped her hands. “It’s all about the illusion. Just say the word, and I’ll take you shopping.”

Danielle chuckled. “When it comes off, do the guys feel cheated? Is it a deal breaker?”

Violet cupped one palm. “By then I usually have a fist full of balls, so I’m pretty sure no one would dare complain.”

Danielle laughed out loud. “You are so bad.”

“No fun in being good.”

“Speaking of feeling cheated.” She leaned in and lowered her voice. “If I asked a guy for sex, which I’m not about to, don’t you think he’d be disappointed, me being an inexperienced virgin and all? I mean, how could I possibly make it good for him?”

Violet blinked, did that weird head-bobbing thing again, then blinked some more. “Girlfriend, you have so much to learn. Guys dig that. Believe me, as soon as he realizes you’re chaste…” She paused to snap her fingers. “He’s going to be all over you like gravy on a biscuit.”

Danielle’s gaze moved to Jack and a fine shiver scuttled through her. Sound calm, Danielle, sound calm. “You think?” Her voice came out a little higher than normal. Dammit. Way to give myself away.

Violet grinned. “I know.” She checked her phone then shoved it into her purse. “Well, I have to get back.” She linked her fingers together and cracked them. “I have a one o’clock hottie in need of a little Violet therapy.”

Danielle shook her head. “Maybe you should be the one teaching sex therapy.”

Violet hooked her purse over her shoulder. “Come on. You’re the strongest girl I know, and you’ve never let anything keep you from getting what you want. So, go out there and do what you need to do.” She tipped her head thoughtfully. “Maybe it would be easier if you thought of it as research. We all know how much you love your research. And, of course, if you did something for him in return…”

Danielle climbed to her feet and grabbed her purse. She had no intention of going through with Violet’s crazy plan, but had to admit that her friend had a point. Second to a warm plate of brownies, research was her happiest place. Choosing the project, seeking out the best resources, and then basking in the satisfaction of knowledge gained…yeah, she got off on that kind of thing. Would sex be as fulfilling? Would she…get off?

Jesus, what am I doing?

She shook her head to clear it and followed Violet to the door. As she exited, she could almost swear she felt Jack’s eyes on her. She stole a quick glance over her shoulder, and when her gaze collided with his, her knees nearly went out from underneath her. Those eyes. Rich, dark…a luxurious raw chocolate she could so easily lose herself in. Saliva pooled on her tongue. She spun back around quickly and hurried out the door. Why would he be staring at her like that?

He must think I’m someone else.

She gave Violet a quick hug good-bye and started toward her apartment. The warm sunshine beat down on her as she walked, and when she heard the bell over the café door jingle, she hurried her steps, not daring to look back. If she found Jack watching her again, she just might consider following through with Violet’s ludicrous plan.

A few quick steps took her to the corner, and to the familiar For Sale sign outside a quaint downtown house. She stopped and stared at it for a moment, like she always did when passing, visualizing the place as her new home and office. It was the perfect location to set up a practice.

If only I had the money.

Danielle kicked her feet out and hurried to her apartment. She stopped to check the mail, and her stomach twisted when she saw the pink paper inside the window of her power bill. She ripped into it and scanned the notice. Overdue.

Shit. Shit. Shit. I don’t have a choice. I have to make this job work.

Well, damned if Violet’s plan didn’t seem so foolish now. Insane? Maybe. Stupid? Not so much.

Ask him.

She’d worked so hard, done without so much to get her education, and now, with the bills piling up and her money reserves shrinking, it could all be for nothing.

Her forehead fell against the aged wood of her door as despair closed in around her. Tears burned the back of her eyelids, and for a brief moment, she wallowed in the misery that was her life. No money. No business. No family. No man. Thank God Violet couldn’t see her now.

With a tired laugh, Danielle pushed off the door and dug through her purse for her key. Yeah, all her friend needed was to see her now, at her lowest, to drive home the asinine idea she’d come up with.

“Sex therapist, indeed,” she muttered, stepping into her apartment and closing the door behind her. But, oh, the money would be so good.

She tossed the idea around then shook her head. Am I really considering this? Then again, was having her power shut off better than marching over to Jack’s place and begging for love lessons?

She wouldn’t do it.

Couldn’t do it.

At least, she didn’t think so.

But if she did, Jack Rider would be a prime candidate for the cause, and if she offered him something in return…


Cathryn Fox

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Cathryn Fox is a wife, mom, sister, daughter, and friend. She loves dogs, sunny weather, anything chocolate (she never says no to a brownie) pizza and red wine. Cathryn has two teenagers who keep her busy and a husband who is convinced he can turn her into a mixed martial arts fan. When not writing, Cathryn can be found laughing over lunch with friends, hanging out with her kids, or watching a big action flick with her husband.

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Dangerously Red

by Kristin Miller
A Dark and Dirty Tale #3
Publication Date: July 18, 2016
Genres: Adult, Erotic, Romance, Serial, Entangled: Scorch, Paranormal

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Synopsis: In part three of the new Dark and Dirty Tale serial by New York Times and USA best-selling author Kristin Miller, the time has come for Red to choose. But things are not always as they seem…

Before the night is through, I’ll join the Arcana wolf pack, declare a mate, and transition into a wolf for the first time. I must decide between Reaper, the devilishly sexy huntsman, and Lukas, the fiercely controlling Alpha. Both pleasure me senseless, taking me to heights I’ve never known. But I can’t have both.
Time is up, and I must choose.

But Lukas just dropped a bombshell. If I declare him as my mate, no other person is allowed to touch me. Ever. Not a handshake or a good-bye hug. Talk about stifling. Not to mention, the Omega has all but forbidden me to choose Reaper. As I stand before the pack, I must decide…the man who unleashes dark desires inside me, or the man I’m forbidden to love.

Get ready for scorching hot Alphas, a spitfire heroine, and a breathtaking ending!
The Dark and Dirty tale series is best enjoyed in order.

Reading Order:
Book #1 Desiring Red
Book #2 Dominating Red
Book #3 Dangerously Red


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Synopsis: In part one of the new Dark and Dirty Tale serial by New York Times and USA best-selling author Kristin Miller, you’ll meet Red, a wolf shifter with too many choices.

I’m indecisive when it comes to my shoes. Choosing a werewolf mate who’ll be with me until I croak? Pardon me while I take some time to think on it. But a steamy encounter before the final ceremony changes everything.

Reaper, the Omega’s eldest grandson, is fiercely loyal, scorching hot, and built for pleasure. He brings down my defenses, and before I know what’s happening, I succumb to the heat in his touch and the skill of his mouth. I’ve only just met him, but I need him like no other.

As part of my pack duties, I must parade in front of the Alpha, who has first choice of the pre-shifters. Rumors of his dark desires run deep, and I’ve always been intrigued. But the forbidden passion blazing between Reaper and me is too primal to deny. By pack law, Reaper can’t have me until the Alpha makes his choice…but Reaper’s never been one to follow the rules.


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Synopsis: In part two of this Dark and Dirty Tale serial from New York Times and USA best-selling author Kristin Miller, Red has two hot alphas in pursuit. But which one should she choose?

Lukas, the Alpha of the Arcana wolf pack, has chosen to seduce me in his private chamber before I join his pack and declare a mate. But Lukas doesn’t intend to rush things. A tantalizing game of cat and mouse uncovers my dark desires, and no matter how I try to resist, I’m lost in him.

Although the sex is so good I forget my own name, I can’t deny there’s still something missing…Reaper, the Omega’s eldest grandson.

He swept me off my feet before meeting Lukas, and I can’t get him out of my mind. And now that Lukas has taken me, Reaper is more protective than ever. I’m torn, but I have to choose—the one who has captured my heart or the one who possesses my body. And there is more than passion at stake—lives hang in the balance.



Kristin Miller

New York Times and USA Today best-selling author Kristin Miller writes sweet and sassy contemporary romance, romantic suspense, and paranormal romance of all varieties. Kristin has degrees in psychology, English, and education, and taught high school and middle school English before crossing over to a career in writing. She lives in Northern California with her alpha male husband and their two children. You can usually find her in the corner of a coffee shop, laptop in front of her and mocha in hand, using the guests around her as fuel for her next book.

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Playing by Her Rules

by Amy Andrews
Sydney Smoke Rugby #1
Publication Date: July 18, 2016
Genres: Adult, Entangled Brazen, Contemporary Romance



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Synopsis: In this grudge match, the first to score…

When style columnist Matilda Kent accidentally lets slip that she was once involved with the captain of the Sydney Smoke rugby team, she suddenly finds herself elevated to the position she’s always wanted – feature writer. The catch? She’s stuck doing a six-part series on her ex. Still, there’s no way she can turn down a promotion…or the chance to dish the dirt on the guy who so callously broke her heart.

…could win it all!

Tanner Stone wants to be involved in a feature series about as much as he wants to snap an Achilles. But the thought of seeing Tilly again is a bonus—and has him more worked up than he wants to admit. Only he’s not prepared for how different she is – all cool and professional. His Tilly is still in there, though…and he still wants her, now more than ever. All he has to do is charm her into giving him a rematch. And this time, winner takes all!


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“You know what this poker game needs?”

Tanner Stone looked up from dealing the last card just as Ryder Davis said, “A better dealer?” throwing his hand down in disgust.

“Chicks,” Lincoln Quinn continued as he picked up his hand.

Dexter Blake laughed. “Linc,” he said, “if you had any more chicks, you could start your own egg farm. You need to slow down man or you’re going to wear that thing out.”

Linc grinned. “Better worn out then neglected, Dex.”

The good natured insult rolled off Dex’s shoulders. “It’s called discerning, dickhead. You ought to try it some time.”

Donovan Bane whistled. “Discerning. Look at you go with your big words, Dex.”

“Not all football players are young, dumb and full of cum,” Dex said.

“Just the ones called Linc,” Ryder chimed in and everyone, including Linc, laughed.

“What exactly do you think these chicks you’re always running off at the mouth about would do, Linc?” Bodie Webb asked as silence descended for a moment or two while everyone scrutinised their hands.

“I don’t know,” Linc shrugged. “Look good, smell good. Get our beers. Stroke our egos?”

Dex snorted. “Man, you are young dumb and full of cum.”

“As if your ego needs any more stroking,” Ryder added. “If it took form and shape right now in front of us, it’d be a giant hard on.”

Tanner laughed. He loved poker night. Cold beers, hot pizza, and talking smack. Nothing like relaxing with his fellow team members far away from the field and the scrutiny of coaches, team officials, the public and the bloody media. It was usually just the single guys that made it, but it was team building at its best and, as captain, Tanner took team solidarity seriously.

The Sydney Smoke were tight both on and off the field. It was what made them so damn formidable.

“Poker night’s dudes only,” he said, staring at three aces and two kings. “Now are we going to play or not?”


Amy Andrews

Amy is an award-winning, best-selling Aussie author who has written fifty plus contemporary romances in both the traditional and digital markets and been translated into over a dozen languages including manga. She is a USA Today best-seller and has sold in excess of one million books featuring lots of sex and kissing. She likes to make her readers tingle, laugh and sigh.

She loves good books and great booze although she’ll take mediocre booze if there’s nothing else. At sixteen she met a guy she knew she was going to marry and she did. They’re still married and have two grown kids who never stay away long enough to be missed.

She lives on acreage on the outskirts of Brisbane with a gorgeous mountain view but secretly wishes it was the hillsides of Tuscany.

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By Evelyn Adams
Billionaire developer Luke Master and his wife Claire are used to controlling both their boardrooms and their smoking hot bedroom. The arrival of their baby six months ago changed everything, and the tiny love of their lives has reset the new parent’s agenda, leaving them in need of some serious alone time. An unexpected island adventure complete with a trusted babysitter is the perfect opportunity to reignite the fire between them, but have the last few months chasing after the baby left them on different continents, or are they finally in sight of having everything they’ve ever wanted?

By Christine Bell
Boxer, Robbie “Sledgehammer” Stevens, has always been a loner, and he likes it that way. When he gets a chance to travel to Monaco for the bout of his career, he’s one-hundred percent focused on nabbing the win…until he runs into the girl that got away. And she’s hell-bent on showing him what he’s been missing the past few years…

Mellissa Halpern never got over her high school boyfriendRobbie, but his cheating ways nearly broke her the first time around. When a once in a lifetime Spring Break trip brings them face to face again, she can’t help trying to exact a little revenge. But will her efforts to make Robbie pay for hurting her wind up costing far more than she ever imagines?

By Rhian Cahill
Carly has lusted after her boss for months and while on a business trip to Singapore she throws caution to the wind and suggests a fling. But Saxon Grant isn’t the conservative businessman she expected. Their passion is overwhelming and beyond anything she’s ever experienced.

A weekend of red-hot sex is too much temptation to refuse, but once Saxon gets his hands on Carly he knows a couple days will never be enough. Months of wanting her explode into a weekend of tangled sheets and twisted emotions.

By Mari Carr
She’d never been lucky in love…until she met him.

If it weren’t for bad luck, Meg Williams wouldn’t have any luck at all. As if traveling to a tropical island onValentine’s weekend in a nasty storm isn’t bad enough, she’s doing it alone after finding her boyfriend in bed with another woman. Enduring the trip from hell, she arrives on Eden Isle only to discover that her hotel reservation has been lost and there are no vacancies anywhere on the island. Disheartened, Meg heads for the hotel bar.

Rob Madison is used to being in the limelight due his wealth and power. Used to being pursued by women for his fortune. When he meets Meg and realizes she doesn’t know who he is, he decides to spend the evening as a regular guy. Discovering she doesn’t have a place to stay, he offers to share his penthouse with her.

As the night progresses and their mutual attraction becomes apparent, Meg wonders if her luck has turned, whileRob wonders if one weekend in each other’s arms will be enough…

By Margo Bond Collins
For as long as Ava can remember, she’s had a crush on her older brother’s best friend, Grant. When Grant wentoff to college to become a petroleum engineer and Ava stayed behind in Necessity, Texas, to wait tables at The Chargrill and take care of her grandmother, she figured he was out of her life for good. One New Year’s fling when he was home visiting eighteen months ago didn’t really change that.

But now Ava’s brother is getting married in Antigua, and she and Grant are the only guests. She can accept thatGrant doesn’t want anything serious. The only problem? He’s realized that walking out on her after New Year’s was a mistake, and now he wants her. All Ava wants is one wild island fling before she settles back down in Necessity. And she wants it with Grant. But she may have choose between right now and forever.

By Jennifer Dawson
The walk of shame.

Ah, yes, there’s nothing quite like shamelessly letting yourself be dragged off to a storage closet by a younger man to really put the cherry on top of your humiliation sundae. It’s been along, slow trip to the bottom, but I’ve finally reached my limit. After spending the night with ChristopherFellows, and slinking out of his apartment in the wee hours of the morning, I have no choice but to take a serious look at myself. It’s time for a change. A real life overhaul, full of self-development,healthy living, and all that other stuff that’s supposed to be good for you.

And what better way to find yourself than with a vow of celibacy and a trip to Belize? The way I figure it, if you’re going to get your act together, you might as well begin with a tropical jaunt to paradise to start your transformation off on the rightfoot.

What could go wrong…

By Cathryn Fox
Against her better judgement, Rebecca Andrews accepts her friend’s invitation to an exclusive vacation resort. When her charter plane veers off course, the last person she expects to see piloting the craft is Quinn Montgomery—multi-millionaire and CEO of Montgomery Charters—the powerful man she once took down in the court room.

One year ago, when attorney Rebecca Andrews swept into the courtroom and took control, it turned Quinn Montgomery’s world upside down. Now, seeing her name on his manifest, old memories are awakened, not of the hard-nosed lawyer who had far too many tricks up her sleeve, but of the sensual woman who spouted legal jargon from full pouting lips. Taking note of her destination, a posh vacation resort that caters to the more…private entertainment, a plan forms, and Quinn decides it’s time to show the sexy lawyer a few tricks of his own. Nor did she expect to find herself pseudo-kidnapped and stranded with him on his private island. She can leave, but when he tells her he wants to show her that real control comes in the form of surrender, Rebecca has two choices—run home to her boring life, or put herself in the hands of the commanding man who promises to give her everything she’s ever wanted in exchange for total and utter submission.

By Allison Gatta
High-powered executive Felicia Webb went on the company retreat to Hawaii for one reason: To win over her new boss. Well, that and to finally score the promotion she’s had her eye on for a solid two years now. Still, grabbing the boss’ attention may be easier said than done when a freak accident forces her into the hospital…and the arms of the handsome doctor hell-bent on showing her just how screwed up her priorities are.

Trey Patterson is determined to live a life without complications. Now that he’s moved away from the big city and settled on the laid back island of Oahu, he’s made some pretty big changes to his life—the biggest of which is his new no-dating policy. Still, when a fiery redhead practically falls into his lap, it’s all he can do to control his anything-but-hands-off urges.

By Molly McLain
Off to their honeymoon in exotic Cabo, Dan and Maddie Hudson are eager to explore the intimacy of newly wedded bliss. Unfortunately, what Maddie craves most is beyond her no-nonsense husband’s comfort zone. Will her secret desires bring an early end to their happily ever after? Or will Dan stay true to his vows and be the man his wife needs?

By Taryn Elliott & Cari Quinn
Loving in fast forward…

Love on the fast track has been the definition of Harper and Deacon McCoy’s relationship. In between studio sessions with Deacon’s band, Oblivion, and building a new clientele for Harper’s catering business, the newlyweds haven’t had time to sleep let alone have a honeymoon.

Deacon convinces Harper that they need a week alone together before her business as well as a new album and tour swallows them whole. Since Texas has always held special meaning for them, they head to Galveston to recharge and remember what it’s like to just be a couple.

A beachfront cottage, hours of alone time, and plenty of skin on skin action is just what the rock star ordered. Until the future once again comes much quicker than they expected, threatening to crumble not only their perfect honeymoon but also their brand new marriage.

By Katherine Reid
Tropical nights. Beautiful views. Killer beaches.

After social worker Hayley Nelson witnesses the murder of an abused wife by her psycho husband, she’s immediately put into protective custody by her FBI agent brother. Then the killer puts a hit out on her life. Hayley’s in more danger than ever–especially as the trial date moves closer. Her brother transfers Hayley to a beautiful hotel on a small island off the California coast. She the only guest on the beautiful property and It would be perfect, except for one small problem.

Logan Greyson.

The billionaire playboy had once professed to love her, but kept secrets from Hayley. Big secrets. Like being a freaking billionaire. ButLogan wants to earn her forgiveness and rekindle their passion. But their reunion is short-lived. A tropical tempest rolls in, bringing with it the man who wants Hayley dead. As the storm rages and the killer attacks, Hayley and Logan must rely on each other to survive. And Logan will protect the woman he loves–no matter the cost.

By Gina Robinson
Their relationship is off to a stormy start…


Flashionista fashion buyer Britt West is trying to land the deal of her career with multi-millionaire Eli Davis’ trendy menswear company Hott Socks. But Eli refuses to do business with her. To take Britt’s mind off him, her best friend gives her an exotic vacation package for a getaway off the coast of Fiji. She heads to a private beach house sitting just off-shore of its own tropical island, in a coral reef, and featuring a completely underwater fantasy master suite. It’s the perfect place to relax and unwind alone. Until Eli, who’s as hot as his socks, ends up stranded with her in paradise. As a storm brews on the horizon, the question is—will it make land? Or will Britt land Mr. Hott Socks?

The Billionaire’s Beach House is part of the Jet City Billionaires world, which presents romantic stories full of humor, laughs, secrets, mysteries, and love. And hot, hot, single billionaires. Also in the Jet City Billionaires world are the Billionaire Duke and the Switched at Marriage series. Take a vacation with the Jet City Billionaires!

By Willow Summers
Hawaii’s great and all, but the only reason I’m here is so my co-workers can tie me to the sinking ship that is our department. I know how to sell, but it’ll be impossible with the shoddy presentation I’m forced to do.

When it doubt – drink it away!

I’ve never been lucky, have I mentioned that? So of course it’s when I’m knee-deep in hot mess that I meet Mr. Handsome. He throws me a smile, and a line, and my bad mood evaporates like tequila on hot cement. Dream come true, right?

If only.

Instead he breaks my fall with his crotch as I tip off the bar stool.

Worse still, his buddy is the big shot COO of the accountI’m trying to get.

With the odds stacked against me, I’m better off steering clear. I know this.

But oh man, that smile.

This weekend was supposed to be about work. I was supposed to ward off men with my snarly attitude.

But then, who could say no to that smile…

By Zoe York
A hot bride, an island honeymoon, and a suitcase full of bikinis. So what if he’s not the groom?

Navy SEAL Logan Dwyer has been Victoria Fletcher’s best friend since second grade, and has had a hopeless, secret crush on her for at least half his life.

When she’s left at the altar, and decides to salvage her honeymoon as something just for herself, Victoria is surprised when Logan volunteers to come with her for seven days on the Caribbean island of Miralinda. And seven hot, unexpected nights.


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