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This new box set will heat up your summer and make it sizzle!
#99cents for a limited time.
Over 2000 pages!
14 Books! ALL BRAND-NEW!
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14 ALL-NEW, sizzling romance books about love, passion, and the best things in life!
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These great books are just the thing for those long, lazy summer days sunning at the beach, hanging out beside the pool, or lounging around on vacation. Some are sweet, some are just for fun, and some are Red Hot!
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Chloe by Lacey Silks
~ Axel Wagner saved me in more than one way, and then I ruined it by letting him touch me. He's no longer just an employer--he’s my everything.
Dream On by Blair Babylon
~ A new story about Alexandre and Georgie, the Duke and Duchess of Valentinois, and other rock stars.
Bumpy Ride by Olivia Rigal
~ You’d think I’d know better. Better than to fall for a biker, and one from a different MC. Better than to get knocked up by a Nomad who vanished without a trace. Better than to try and hide it from my family.
Banshee by Sarah M. Cradit
~ I was eighteen when I died. But then, at eighteen, I was reborn.
Picked by the Billionaire by Daizie Draper
~ The fiery rebound-sex arrangement a dumped and already broken florist dives into with a tech mogul puts her heart in peril again.
Two Much for You by Sky Corgan
~ Two hot men just moved in across the street. I never thought they would show up on my doorstep. And what they want is far from conventional.
Two Wingmen and a Baby by Daisy Prescott
~ Hold onto your ovaries because this short features John, Tom Cat, and sweet Baby Day. Surely two alpha men can take care of one baby, right?
Witch In the Window (Bend-Bite-Shift Next Gen-1 by ~ Olivia Hardin
~ As if college finals aren't bad enough, Chelsea's witch radar tells her the delivery man who frequents her front door is more than he seems to be.
Right: A Hitman Romance by V. J. Chambers
~ Giovanni Gallo meant to kill Sable Clarke, not fall for her. What seems wrong actually turns out to be something so right.
Tutoring the Wolf by Jacqueline Sweet & Devon March
~ When she's forced to tutor to a bad boy shifter, Cassie has no idea how much she'll learn about herself, or how much fun she'll have doing it.
Yours by Kim Linwood
~ Bianca met the man of her dreams in paradise, but their real lives are an ocean apart. Can he convince her that their love is worth the risk after the fairy tale ends?
Blooming Hearts by Felicia Tatum
~ First love blooms as Francesca and Cade slowly begin their descent into the depths of true love.
Taking Charge by Shannon Macallan
~ Miranda expects Charleston to be hot, humid and boring as hell. What she finds instead is an entirely different heat with a cadet from a South Carolina military academy.
Chasing Shadows by Sophia Barron
~ When Delilah’s witchy ways threaten to pierce Joe’s shadows; the jaguar shifter must choose between darkness and light for eternity. Will bonds of love save their world or destroy it?
Here are a few excerpts from RED HOT SIZZLE.
Two Much for You
What am I doing? This is exactly what I said I wouldn't do. It's too late now though. My hormones bowled me over the second I stepped out of the bathroom and saw Gareth standing there shirtless. He looked like something from my own personal fantasy collection. Maybe because he is. I've pleasured myself to thoughts of being with him—thoughts of being with both of them—before. Now the alcohol has gone straight to my vagina, melting me into a puddle of wanton desire.
Maybe I could have held my resolve if I hadn't touched him. But the second that I felt the wall of hard muscle beneath the towel… that was the end of me. Or was it when Devlin took the towel away? Or maybe it was the way that Gareth looked at me. His expression was so earnest, so full of adoration. I don't think it matters anymore. When he kissed me, it was over. And now I'm lost in his lips. In the feel of his hands on my body. In the headiness of his cologne.
In knowing that Devlin is standing only a few feet away and I'm going to get to kiss him too. This is so wrong, but I can't stop it. Even if they're just playing me and I end up emotionally destroyed afterward, I want to feel this—want to know what it's like to be with two beautiful men at the same time.
Can I even handle both of them at once? I guess I'm about to find out. Gareth's mouth is hot against mine. He's holding me like he doesn't want to let me go—like he doesn't want to share. I slide a hand around the back of his neck, my fingertips gliding into the hair at his nape while I stand on tiptoe to deepen the kiss. He tastes like wine and trouble.
I don't care anymore though. I want trouble. Double trouble.
Picked by the Billionaire
Colton blinked slowly and crimped the corners of his eyes with his fingers like the emotional pain hurt his head. After a few deep breaths, he released his face and clutched my bare knee instead. Unexpectedly, he stayed there and scratched at it, as if he could feel tendrils of fire and sparks the same way I did and relished the sensation. “So, sweet Carys … tell me about the very first article you wrote.”
I shook my head, baffled. “What?”
“I wanna know when you got bitten, got that first prick of inspiration.”
“Why? That’s weird and random, especially right now.”
“I just do. Tell me.” He was still scratching my knee, but his touch shifted slightly beyond the bend of it up under the ruffled hem of my dress skirt.
I cleared my throat and shivered. I glanced down but the red table cloth was billowed out over part of my leg, so I couldn’t see the bulge of his hand moving up under the edge of baby blue ruffles. He traveled more adventurously up and down my quivering thigh. I licked, then bit my lip. “Why, uh, why do you want to know?”
“I only brought champagne and don’t think that’ll be enough to numb me. I want to think about anything else besides this heart-wrenching debacle, and learning more about you, to feed my ever-growing curiosity, will assist me in that. Help me, please. Keep me from drowning. Tell me.”
His stroke sliding up and down my thigh was driving me mad and stirring up tingles. “Okay. Well, um, my first, my first, huh, writing gig, was an assignment for the college paper. I started as a special interest writer. I interviewed the Biology Club, which I actually ended up joining because of all the outdoorsy things and expeditions they took part in, and I never even knew. Neither did most people. My article got them thirty-one new members. That was exciting.”
“Sounds great. Go on.” He reached under the tablecloth with his other hand too and lifted my leg and extended it across his lap.
A gasp of surprise jiggled my upper body and breasts, which he noticed.
He slowly lifted his gaze and studied my face. “In case you can’t tell, I’m a leg guy. And an ass guy. And throat, God, the throat. Mmm, and you have a trifecta of deliciousness, beautiful girl.” With my leg on his thighs, he said, “Hold on,” and sent a couple of texts, but I couldn’t tell what he was writing. He set his phone down on the table when he was finished and resumed his gentle escapade. With both hands, he massaged my foot and traced the slim line of my leg with a wavy, swirling caress that stopped at mid-thigh. “Okay. Continue. This truly is fascinating me, and helping.” His unexpected touch was making me tremble and swoon.
My inhale stuttered on the rocky journey to my lungs. “Mmm. It wasn’t … it wasn’t until I earned my own weekly column and also started writing about deep topics for random articles. That’s when I first got, um, bitten by inspiration and drive. I was intending on editing with my degree, but I knew my true calling was in the stringing together of words not correcting or sharpening them.”
“Mmm, that’s because you’re a creative soul, an artist at heart, with a love of depth, beauty and perfection.”
“Yes, I am.” Had Max ever said anything remotely like that? Has he ever seen that? I couldn’t recall. And that bummed me out. How is it that this guy knows me better? It feels like we’ve known each other for ages rather than days. A soft flute sounded in the distance. I gasped and looked over my shoulder in that direction. “What are you doing? You told them to go?”
“I did. Why should we waste this moment?”
“But...you’re not proposing.” I shook my head.
More instruments blended in and started edging closer, filling the night sky with "Arms" by Christina Perri, but it didn't sound as cool without her lilting voice.
“No, I’m not. I’m living, hard, so I’m not crushed by anguish. Remember what I said was the key to overcoming a funk. You just have to plow through and live life to the fullest, even when you don’t feel like it. I have to thrive and feel something else, something so much better. Something … like this.” He went deeper up my skirt, so deep, he was hooking his finger into my bikini string and now scratching at my hipbone.
My nose was stuck in my current romance novel. I followed along as the girl fell in love with her best friend (the bad boy), wishing life was really that way.
I didn’t even notice when he walked by me on the sidewalk. Or when he stopped a few yards from me, and came back in my direction to take a seat beside me.
“Hey. Do you want a cracker?” a velvet voice asked me.
I didn’t look up, I wasn’t sure if he was even talking to me. Why would an attractive senior be talking to me?
“Hey, I’m talking to you,” he said, a chuckle in his voice.
I slowly lifted my head, peering at him from under my long lashes. His dark brown hair swept across his forehead, and his deep blue eyes made me gasp. He wore the ultimate laid back style, a white t-shirt and jeans. All he needed was a black leather jacket, and he would be the bad boy from my book. The smile on his face was breathtaking, and I found myself unable to speak.
“Hi, I’m Cade,” he said, a huge grin on his handsome face. He sat beside me.
“Hi, I’m Francesca.”
“Why are you always sitting here alone, Francesca?” he asked, placing his hand on my knee.
Shivers went up my spine while butterflies flew rampant in my stomach. A hot senior guy had his hand on my knee. My eyes looked at it, wondering what was happening. Was the world ending? Was this a prank? Did he mean to do that?
“I like to read,” I stated lamely. God, I sounded stupid.
Laughing, he replied, “I can see that. You didn’t hear me ask if you wanted a cracker.” He held out a pack of peanut butter and cheese crackers. I always thought they were disgusting, but I considered taking one in that moment.
“No, thanks,” I said, shaking my head. I gave him a warm smile.
“Ok,” he said. Before he could say more, my bus pulled up. Right on time, of all days.
“That’s my bus,” I told him.
“Ok,” he said, finally lifting his hand from my leg. “Do you mind if I come back sometime?” he asked, a twinkle in his eyes. Standing, he held a hand out to assist me.
“Not at all,” I said, giving him a genuine smile. He seemed nice. New friends weren’t a bad thing. Why was his hand so warm? Was my palm supposed to be tingling?
He walked me to the bus. “Ok, good. Maybe I’ll see you around school sometime. You should say hi.” He sauntered off, looking back long enough to wave.
Witch in the Window
“You’ll need to sign for it.” He set the box on the rail beside the door, then made a move to take the book from her hand.
“Don’t touch me.” Chelsea backed up into the door frame. She slammed the textbook closed, mentally cursing herself for not thinking to mark her place, then reached into the house and placed it on the table to the left of the door.
The delivery man smirked at her as he pulled an electronic device from his back pocket and scanned the box, then handed her the pen so that she could write onto the pad. She managed to get that chore done without allowing her skin to make contact with his. He smiled and shook his head in amusement when she handed the scanner back to him.
“I wish you’d get another route,” she told him as she took the box.
“Little witch, if that’s what you wish, you could just stop sending packages to yourself.”
Her face flamed in mortification and she cut her gaze up to the perch where two of her roommates were hiding, watching their secret obsession from above. With narrowed eyes, she turned back to him and snarled low, “You think you know so much. But I know what you are.”
He tilted his head to the side. “You don’t know so much.” He reached out his hand, scissoring a lock of her blond hair between two fingers.
Chelsea wanted to stop him.
She wanted to pull away and run back into the safety of the house.
She wanted to slap his hand away.
But she couldn’t do any of those. She stood frozen, mesmerized by the dark appreciation in his eyes as he examined her hair.
“Your walls are strong,” he murmured, his palm so close to her cheek that she could feel the heat of his skin. “Why are you afraid of me?”
Chelsea swallowed, unable to clear the lump developing in her throat. “I’m not afraid. I’m cautious. I don’t associate with demons.”
He laughed, then pursed his lips as he stared into her, “You really don’t know much, do you?”
Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, and she turned her head towards his hand, closing her eyes when he cupped her cheek. A rush of excitement sped from her fingertips along her arms and settled in her chest as she sucked in a breath of air.
“Please stop,” she begged softly.
His thumb caressed her cheek along her eye socket. With her eyes still shut, she felt his lips brush across hers. And suddenly his touch was gone, and she snapped her lids open wide. He was walking away from her, a confident swagger to his steps.
She didn’t even know his name.
“I’m called Rinu.”
“Don’t do it,” someone whispered from behind me.
That alone made me want to take a step forward, but the soothing voice stilled my whole body.
“Come on. Life can’t be that bad, can it?” he asked.
I looked to the side, where a handsome man in a white shirt was leaning over the railing, looking down instead of at me. Scratch that – handsome was a definite understatement of his perfectly chiseled jaw line, broad muscular shoulders, and shoulder-length hair tied into a bun. Not the man-bun type right on top of the head, but one tied a bit lower, ponytail style, with the perfect tease all around to give his curls a puffier look.
“Are you trying to get me to talk?”
“Obviously it’s working,” he smirked, finally meeting my gaze. Those eyes were so captivating that I wondered if he’d been sent here by my guardian angel to save me.
“So, you’re the smart-ass type?”
“I’d say it takes one to know one, but I don’t want to anger you. Come on, beautiful, take my hand.” He reached out.
Why did he call me beautiful? I fell for it before, and I wasn’t about to fall for it again. I shook my head and tiptoed further away.
Fear flashed across his face before the composed look of I can handle anything the world throws at me returned. “You won’t jump,” he said.
“This isn’t Titanic. And you’re not Jack. Even if you were, I hate the name Jack, so there.”
That was true. Although Jack had been the instigator of my troubles, they were now fueled by someone much more dangerous. It was a wonder how much trouble a girl could get into in less than a month away from home.
“Ok, well, do me a favor, then. Let me at least call your parents to tell them their daughter is a pancake.”
“I don’t have any family, and eeww, that’s gross.”
“What? You think once you hit that pavement your pretty face will remain that way? No way, honey. Every bone in your body will break. Did you know there are two hundred and six bones in a human body? And the tiny ones, like your fingers and toes, hurt like a bitch. Trust me, I know.”
He cracked his knuckles as he reached out his hand, and though I looked for a crooked finger, I couldn’t find one. Instead, I couldn’t help but stare at the fine lines of his digits, their length and strength.
“And yeah, you may say that it will last only a second. But heck, I wouldn’t want to experience the last second of my life as the most painful one. I’d rather get a heart attack from fucking too hard.”
Odd, that the brujo would be worried over such a small use of magic. Unless, he wanted the job, and was offended he hadn’t been asked. Delilah hadn’t figured out precisely how Joe tied into so much of the shifter community, but this was a theory she could test. “Have you tried to hire anyone else?”
“Nope.” Faith’s answer was simple, but Delilah caught the girl’s eyes following her gaze.
Joe flushed under the Faith’s calm regard, and shifted his weight back and forth as the moment, and the silence, stretched almost to the breaking point.
Finally, Delilah broke the tension. “Why not? I bet Joe knows some pretty neat spells that could do what you’re asking.” She couldn’t help but grin at Joe’s obvious discomfort.
Faith shrugged, and her chin dropped. Delilah could practically see the thoughts spinning in the girl’s head. She didn’t miss the furtive glare the girl sent toward Joe, either. Interesting, indeed.
Delilah cleared her throat, and deliberately bumped the candy jar. That was enough to drag an answer out of Faith.
“His magic’s too dark, and too old. Besides, he’s always grumpy, and this is supposed to be a party.” The kid drew out the word party in the most amusing way. Still, something about that simple, direct answer had Del’s nerves on edge.
She’d been leery of Joe for a while. But Del surely wouldn’t call him old old. The man had a long way to go to hit gray hair and rocking chair days. He couldn’t be much more than a few years older than Del so why was Faith worried about his magic being too old? It might be time to do a little investigating into the man’s past. Later.
“Alright, I’ll consider it. What will my payment be?” Del kept her whole attention focused on the little girl, determined to give this bargain the weight it deserved. The child was young, but great power deserved respect.
“I thought maybe I could help you with your wards.” Faith stared at the tapestry behind Del, and goose bumps danced up Del’s arms. She hated to turn down the kid’s payment; but that was too much to ask of such a young child. Even though Del knew in her heart their magic would intertwine perfectly, if those wards ever back-lashed—she couldn’t put the kid in the line of fire.
“Honey, I appreciate the offer, but—”
A quiet cough interrupted her. “It’s too much for the simple spells she,” Joe nodded toward Del, then crouched in front of Faith and continued, “will need to make your party perfect.”
“Brujo, I don’t want your dark magic.” Faith’s young voice went chill in a heartbeat. Delilah could feel the child’s magic starting to pool. Shit.
“I know, dulcissime puer” Joe said. He rocked back on his heels, kept his voice soft and unthreatening. “I wasn’t offering. When you bargain with spells, you must trade like for like or reap the consequences.” His words faded to a near-whisper as he finished his explanation.
Joe stayed crouched, calm and cool despite the looming weight of gathering power poised to hammer him and the entire shop to bits. Brave man, or stupid man? Heart racing, Del shoved the question aside in favor of readying a grounding spell. Just in case. As she prepped, she took a moment to really look at Joe. Dark hair, broad shoulders, killer ass. And apparently patience for days.
My pulse is racing. I’ve just asked her out. She hasn’t said yes yet, but she also didn’t just immediately say no. Did I wake up in bizzaro world this morning? The single-breasted uniform jacket is suddenly warm; my necktie too constricting. I can’t catch my breath.
“Well, if you’d like to explore Charleston at all, I’ve got a car.” Her eyes light up with interest. “Well, it’s transportation, at least. Reliable transportation. Mostly.” In other company I wouldn’t have any reason to be embarrassed by the truck, but Miranda McGuire didn’t grow up riding around in that sort of vehicle.
“So, dinner and you’ll show me around town?”
“If you’d be interested, yes. I’d, ah, I’d be happy to.” I’m starting to have second thoughts about this. What if she says no? Fuck that, what if she says yes? If she says no, I know how to handle that situation. I just write it off as experience and try again with someone else. I’ve just asked out the daughter of one of the ten richest men in America. What the hell am I supposed to do if she says yes?
“Then I’d love to take you up on it.” Miranda sets down the cup of coffee she’d poured for Eldridge and digs around in a small leather bag. “Ah hah! Here we go.” She’s doing something at the counter, but with her back to me I can’t tell what. No, she’s writing something. She’s bent slightly at the waist, and oh damn. There’s a long, slow curve down her back, down to where her waist pinches in, and then flaring outward again where her skirt is stretched tight over an absolutely perfect- Down, boy! Stop staring at that beautiful ass!
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Stop the clock. What did she just say?
“You just said…” My voice trails off. I know I sound like an idiot, but I simply cannot believe that this girl, this beautiful and intelligent girl, and oh by the way rich, may have just said yes to me.
“Yes, Jack,” she says, her voice warm. “I’d love to have dinner with you tonight, and I’d love it if you showed me around your city.” My eyes are wide with shock, and I’m absolutely sure I’m turning red. She presses something into my hand, closing my fingers around it with both of hers. It’s a business card, with a hand-written phone number on the back. “Give me an hour or so after we finish in the conference room today, then call me. We’ve got to get back in there, though. Uncle Gerry will be wondering where his coffee is, and he’ll be lost without me feeding him information.”
Her heels are clicking down the hallway before I release a breath I didn’t know I was holding. I already miss the warmth of her hands wrapped around mine. Where am I going to take her tonight? What the hell have I gotten myself into?