Mimic C.L. Denault (The Prodigy Chronicles #2) Publication date: March 22nd 2019 Genres: Dystopian, Romance, Science Fiction, Young Adult
In 2012, one cycle of an ancient calendar system came to a close. Humanity predicted its downfall, but it wasn’t the end of their evolutionary climb. It was the beginning.
Willow Kent is discovering that life as a second-phase prodigy comes at a price. Trapped in the London Core, her choices are limited, made difficult by her forbidden romance with Reece and the presence of a new commanding officer who establishes harsh rules. With unpredictable skills and a growing distrust in her birth parents, she is struggling to play the Core’s game. But when opportunity arises in the form of a mysterious shapeshifter, Willow realizes there’s more to her own evolution than meets the eye. She soon learns that keeping secrets is a key move, and the more dangerous they are, the greater her need to evolve into the powerful prodigy nature intended her to become.
But those closest to her have their own secrets, and her status has made her an easy target for betrayal. Who will she turn to, when nothing is as it seems?
C.L. Denault is a speculative fiction writer who loves dreaming up tales of adventure and intrigue. A former systems analyst, she gave up her nerdy code-writing skills to care for her family (including a son with special needs), and currently lives among the vast stretches of cornfields in Illinois.
Writing and working out are her biggest passions, along with drinking coffee and watching sci-fi. When she’s not hanging out with her husband and kids, she can usually be found at a library or tucked away in the shadowy corner of a hip coffeehouse. She’s also been glimpsed sneaking into her garage, late at night, to work on her time machine.
She enjoys connecting with people—especially those from other planets, nearby dimensions, and the future. To find her, just visit her website or social media pages. Or use a Stargate. Whichever is easiest.
Gabe: A Reed Security Romance Giulia Lagomarsino (Reed Security, #11) Publication date: February 18th 2019 Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
Gabe is the 11th book in the Reed Security series. It is suggested they are read in order.
“What’s all this?” Cap asked.
“You asked me to bring dishes.”
“No,” he said slowly. “I asked you to bring a dish.” “Yeah, and when I asked what kind, you wouldn’t f*&king answer me. You just said enough for everyone. So, I dug through my cabinets and brought every f*&king dish I could find.” I pointed to all the dishes scattered on the counter. Sinner was laughing at me and Cap was groaning. I just stood there staring at them.
“I don’t get what’s so f*&king funny.”
“A dish, a$$hole. You know, food?” Cap laughed. “No, a dish is just that, a f*&king dish. If you wanted me to bring food, you should have f*&king asked.” “I did!” Cap said loudly. “I said that everyone was being asked to bring a dish.”
“Since when does that equate to food? Food is food. A dish is something you put food in.”
“That’s what women call it,” Sinner laughed. “When you go to someone’s house and they ask you to bring a dish, they mean a dish of food.”
“Do I look like a woman to you? Do I look like the type of guy that would know what the f*&k ‘a dish’ is, besides the obvious?”
“Man, if you’re ever gonna get a woman to settle down with, you’re going to have to learn their lingo,” Sinner laughed. “A dish means food, unless it means a dish.” “Thank you for that, a$$hole. Now it all makes sense.” He squeezed my shoulder. “No problem. You’ll get the hang of it. It’s really not too hard once you have a few hundred fights.” “Or you could do what I do and just keep a f*&king list on the fridge,” Cap said. “Yeah? How many lists are you up to now?” I questioned. “How do you even keep track of what list is for what?” “It’s pretty simple. I have a list for things I’m supposed to say in certain situations. I have a list of things never to say. I have a list of chores that she expects me to do right away. I have a list of things I can put off without pissing her off too much. And last but not least, I have a list of different looks and phrases, and their meanings.” “Now that sounds like it would be helpful. Isn’t there some kind of book that women write to let us dumb f*&ks know what the hell they’re thinking?” Sinner shook his head. “Unfortunately, no. They think we should just ‘know’ this stuff or ‘figure it out’ on our own. Like I have time to sit there and decipher every look and tone in her voice,” he scoffed.
Gabe. Sexy, badass protector with some interesting sexual proclivities.
Isabella. Mother of two and currently filing for divorce.
One night at a bar brought them together, but could Gabe opening the door the morning after actually tear them apart?
He’s not ready to walk away, yet she’s not sure she’s ready to move on. Before he even realizes it, he’s falling for her and her adorable hellions.
He’ll do anything to keep her, including following the unorthodox advice from Knight.
But someone wants her out of the picture, and that only fuels his desire to keep her forever.
They say you don’t realize what you’ve got until it’s gone…
I pulled off my suit, carefully laying it across my bed while Chance rolled his eyes at how careful I was being.
“Stop being a jackass. I don’t want my suit all wrinkled.”
“Yeah, you’re right, because you’re going to need it for your next date, since you’re going to miss this one,” Chance said as he looked at his watch.
“Shut up, fucker.” I finished stripping down until I was just in my boxers. I went to pull on my jeans, but Jackson stopped me. “Whoa, what the fuck are you doing?”
“I’m putting my jeans on.”
He shook his head and took a few steps towards me. “Look, I didn’t want to be the one to have to tell you this, but boxers are out. Don’t you own any boxer briefs?”
“What’s wrong with boxers?”
“Nothing, except yours have fucking dogs on them. Is that really what you want her to see when she pulls down your pants? Oh, look at the cute puppies on your boxers,” Jackson said in a girly voice. “You don’t want the word cute anywhere near your dick.”
“They’ve never been a problem before,” I smirked.
“And yet you’re still single.”
That wiped the smile right off my face. I walked over to my dresser and yanked open the top drawer. “Fine. Do you have a color preference? I have black, red, and gray. Or would you like me to run out to the store and grab a different color?”
“Black, jackass.”
I frowned down at the briefs for a moment. “What about…” I scratched behind my ear as I tried to think of the right word. “Sweatage?”
“Sweatage,” Chance repeated.
“You know.” I motioned down toward my groin.
“Ah, you mean your sweaty ball sack.” He nodded assentingly. “Use cologne.”
“You want me to put fucking cologne on my dick? What the hell am I supposed to do when I take her to the fucking hospital because she’s been poisoned?”
“You don’t fucking spray the whole bottle on you,” Chance said. “It’s just like the ladies do. They put perfume on their pulse points to draw you in. You do the same thing, sort of. Just dab a little on both sides of your dick. If you end up sweating, you have the cologne to block the smell.”
I shook my head and made my way into the bathroom, Chance following closely behind. I stopped and held up my hand, blocking him from entering the bathroom with me. “I think I can handle this on my own.”
Chance backed off, hands up to show he wasn’t coming in with me. I shook my head as I let out a long sigh and opened my medicine cabinet. Pulling out the cologne, I uncapped it and smirked at my favorite scent. On the other hand, sometimes when I sweat, it didn’t smell so good. Then, I would smell worse than just sweat. Putting the cap back on, I put it back in the cabinet. I was just about to close the door when I saw a bottle of women’s perfume that someone had left behind. Pulling it off, I sniffed and inhaled a flowery scent. If it was between smelling like sweat or flowers, I’d take flowers.
Yanking down my boxers, I sprayed a small squirt on each side of my dick. Then I kicked off the boxers and pulled on the briefs. Puffing out my chest, I felt better already. I walked back out into the room and started pulling on my jeans, then my button down.
“Do I smell flowers?” Jackson asked.
I shrugged, not answering him. I buttoned my shirt all the way to the top when Chance stopped me.
“Jesus Christ, it’s like you’ve never dressed yourself before. Undo two buttons. Give her a peek at the tat on your chest.”
I undid two, but you could just barely see the ink. “Why don’t I undo one more?” I undid the third button, but Chance and Jackson both cringed. “What?”
“You look like you’re going to The Roxbury. Now, you’re in douche territory again,” Chance grimaced.
“You said to show her my tat. She can’t see any of it with only two buttons undone.”
“She just needs a glimpse, to leave her wanting to peel your shirt off,” Jackson said.
“You know, I used to be able to dress myself, but then you assholes came in and suddenly I feel like I’m five years old.”
Author Bio
I'm a stay at home mom that loves to read. Some of my favorite titles are Pride and Prejudice, Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, and Horatio Hornblower. I started writing when I was trying to come up with suggestions on ways I could help bring in some extra money. I came up with the idea that I could donate plasma because you could earn an extra $500/month. My husband responded with, "No. Find something else. Write a blog. Write a book." I didn't think I had anything to share on blog that a thousand other mothers hadn't already thought of. I decided to take his challenge seriously and sat down to write my first book, Jack. I was surprised at how much I enjoyed writing. From there, the stories continued to flow and I haven't been able to stop. I hope my readers enjoy my books as much as I enjoy writing them. Between reading, writing, and taking care of three small kids, my days are quite full.
In to Her J.A. Huss Publication date: February 19th 2019 Genres: Erotica, Romance
When AJ and Logan walked into Yvette Nightingale’s bar they didn’t expect to be there long. They certainly didn’t expect to be dancing with her, or having sex with her, or spending the night with her.
Because they were sent there to kill her.
Not fall for her.
Not feel sorry for her.
Not want to take care of her, or protect her, or be in to her.
But sometimes people enter your life for a reason. Sometimes they even enter at the very moment you need them most. And Yvette Nightingale needs AJ and Logan.
“No. Look,” I say, pushing AJ away with two firm hands on his chest. He takes a step back, but just a little one. “I’m fine, OK? I’m good. You guys can sleep down here and—”
“No,” AJ says, grabbing the edges of my partially buttoned shirt again. “We gotta make things right.”
“Really,” I say, trying to be firm. “You do not.”
But now Logan has come up behind me. “Oh,” he says, his tone somewhat softer than it was just a few seconds ago. “Shit. Well.”
“Seriously,” I start. But Logan is already reaching around my waist to slip his hands in my still-unbuttoned jeans.
“Relax,” he says, leaning his face into my neck. “It’s the least we can do.”
I close my eyes when his fingers slip between the lips of my still slick pussy.
AJ leans in and kisses me on the mouth. And even though every fiber of my being is telling me to put a stop to this—make them stop right now before it goes any further…
I can’t.
I just can’t.
I was so worked up a few minutes ago, so ready for the explosion that never happened, that my body reacts the exact opposite way my mind is telling it to.
I stop talking. I stop protesting. I kiss AJ back. I lean in to Logan’s chest to give his fingers better access.
“See,” Logan whispers into my ear. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
I don’t reply, but my answer is yes.
Which is so fucked up.
So fucked up.
AJ’s fingers are busy unbuttoning my shirt. But he gets frustrated halfway through and just—
“No!”
—rips it open.
He laughs into our kiss. “Sorry, but I don’t like those buttons.” And then he grabs the top edge of my bra and yanks it down, freeing my breasts so he can play with them. “You won’t be needing it after today, anyway.”
OK. Weird. But…
Well… maybe…
Fine.
I’m in. This wasn’t at all what I wanted before they came into the bar. And for sure, it’s bizarre. Everything about this encounter is fucked up and strange.
But I’m here. And they’re here. And we’re…
Yeah.
We are doing this.
Again.
So I say, “OK.”
And they… holy shit. Everything the last time wasn’t, this time is.
Author Bio
JA Huss is the New York Times Bestselling author of 321 and has been on the USA Today Bestseller's list 21 times in the past four years. She writes characters with heart, plots with twists, and perfect endings.
Her books have sold millions of copies all over the world, the audio version of her semi-autobiographical book, Eighteen, was nominated for a Voice Arts Award and an Audie Award in 2016 and 2017 respectively, her audiobook, Mr. Perfect, was nominated for a Voice Arts Award in 2017, and her audiobook, Taking Turns, was nominated for an Audie Award in 2018. Five of her book were optioned for a TV series by MGM television in 2018.
She lives on a ranch in Central Colorado with her family.
Title: Aurora Rose Reynolds' Happily Ever Alpha World
Authors: Various Publisher: Boom Factory Publishing
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: April 16, 2019
Introduction
As a
reader, I look for books that are sweet with low angst and have an over-the-top
alpha male. I have always loved reading about couples that find each other at
the beginning of a book and fall in love page after page, never really having a
true separation. Never finding enough of those kinds of stories on the market,
I decided to write my own. It was then the Until Series and the “BOOM” was
born.
The Until
Series is now published in ten languages, and the series, has sold millions
copies worldwide. This series has taken on a life of its own, and readers from
all over the world are constantly asking for the next installment, which is why
I have opened my world to some of my favorite authors.
If you are
a fan of the Until Series you are going to love each and every one of these
books. Whether you are reading about one of your favorite secondary characters,
catching a glimpse of one of the Maysons or visiting one of the local stores or
coffee shops. And if you haven’t read any of my “Until” books but love alpha
males, strong women and sweet romance I promise you are going to love these
books.
Genre: Standalone Contemporary Romance Cover Design: Coverlüv Book Design Photo: Wander Aguiar Models: Jonny James & Emily Jones
Release Date: February 25, 2019
Blurb
Vows sealed us together. The mob tore us apart. But now this beast without his beauty is coming back to
take what’s his. She’s mine. To love. To honor. To comfort.
And this time, to keep. Forever. To a rough, filthy,
savage mob fixer like me, she was an angel. My angel. The
beauty to tame the beast I kept inside. I was lost the second I saw her. Abby
was my everything. My second chance, the bride I never should have had. …And then one day, I
didn’t. The mob takes its
dues in blood, and I was their collector. And somehow, I let her get away from
me. Too many shadows. Too much blood on my hands. Too many nights away from the
only bed I wanted, warmed by the only woman I ever craved. But tonight, I’m through.
Tonight, I’m taking back my wife. I’ve been keeping
watch over her, and my desire has turned to obsession. It’s turned into a raw,
fierce need—to have her, to claim her once again. To take her
back and take her in our marriage bed. I’m through being the
mob’s mad dog, and this beast is about to tear their world apart to get back
his bride. Months ago, I let
the only goodness I’ve ever known walk out of my life. But tonight, I’m taking
her back. Tonight, I’m claiming
her all over again. Tonight, I’m going to remind her of the vows we spoke. And I’ll storm
heaven and hell to take back my angel.
USA Today and #1 bestselling contemporary romance author
Madison Faye is the dirty alter ego of the very wholesome, very normal suburban
housewife behind the stories. While she might be a wife, mom, and PTA organizer
on the outside, there's nothing but hot, steamy, and raunchy fantasies brewing
right beneath the surface!
Tired of keeping them hidden inside or only having them come out in the
bedroom, they're all here in the form of some wickedly hot stories.
Single-minded alpha hero, sinfully taboo relationships, and wildly over-the-top
scenarios. If you love it extra dirty, extra hot, and extra naughty, this is
the place for you! (Just don't tell the other PTA members you saw her here...)
Genre: Romantic Suspense Cover Design: Hang Le Photo: Scott Hoover Model: Josh Kloss
Release Date: March 29, 2019
Blurb
Anton Scalene
I was born in hell, raised in a nightmare.
I was fifteen when I killed for the first time. As a child, my dreams were about climbing out of that hell,
of being on top of the pile of bodies and not one of them. I live in the shadows, find solace in the darkness. Until her. A chance meeting, a fleeting moment… Her innocence beguiles me. I want her, but to have her would destroy the very part of
her I crave. And even knowing that, I can’t stay away, until my past
threatens to drag her into my nightmare. Letting her go is the hardest thing I’ve ever done, but a
demon has no business falling in love with an angel.
I didn’t drag it out. Staring him right in the face, I drew
the blade across his neck. His hand went to his throat, blood immediately
coating it, his eyes going wide with fear. I watched as he realized it was the
end for him, watched as his eyes dimmed, listened to his death rattle. I didn’t
move until his soulless eyes stared up empty. Only then did I climb off him,
toss the knife on the floor, and strolled from the room. Removing the gloves, I
grabbed the duffel, pulling the door closed behind me. Down the street, I
tossed the gloves into the trashcan fire the homeless were using to stay warm.
The boy I had been died that night and Anton Scalene was born.
LA Fiore is a hybrid author who believes in a happily ever
after, but she likes to make her readers work for it. When she's not writing,
she can usually be found in the garden or hanging on the deck with her family
and friends. She lives in Bucks County, Pennsylvania with her husband and two
kids and their four fur babies.
