Target
Series: A Circle of Justice Novel
Author: L.P. Dover
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An assassin . . . that’s what I am.
I’m Wade Chandler by day and a killer at night. I get the job done no matter the cost. Not only do I hunt people for the FBI, but I’m also the owner of Chandler Enterprises, one of the top companies in the southeast.
When Brina Carmichael – daughter of the former president – wants my business advice, it’s hard to resist her long legs and seductive smile. One thing leads to another and now I’m in too deep.
I can’t let her know what I am, but I’ve never wanted a woman the way I want her.
However, harboring secrets comes at a price and I have a feeling she’s keeping some of her own. Especially, when my next mission leads me straight to her. Turns out she’s not who I thought she was.
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Blurred Red Lines
Series: A Carrera Cartel Novel
Author: Cora Kenborn
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Sometimes, thereâs nothing more deadly than sleeping with the enemy.
Eden
Meaningless flings, a steady stream of alcohol, and two dead-end jobs fill my days until my world flips upside down. In the wrong place at the wrong time, I witness a botched cartel hit, and my life is forever altered. With nothing left to lose and motivated by revenge, I vow to make those responsible always remember what Iâll never be able to forget. Then Iâm kidnapped, and before I know whatâs happening, Iâm thrust into a long-standing cartel war as some sick consolation prize. Iâll make it out of here, and when I do, everyone from the top drug lord to the bottom-feeding trigger man will fall.
That is if I can stop myself from falling first. For him. The one I should hate myself for wanting. Heâs the one that holds me prisoner, but itâs me who refuses to leave.
Valentin
My name is whispered in fear because of the ruthless reputation Iâve built for myself. Being the heir to the Carrera Cartel comes with its perks, but Iâm determined to defy my legacy and do things my way. A prisoner with a temper as fiery as her hair and a rival cartel are the only things standing between me and complete domination. Murder is business in my world, but when an innocent manâs death puts a witness on my radar and in my basement, I try to convince myself Iâm keeping her safe to discover her secrets. Itâs a lie. I want her, and with my enemies closing in, I need her now more than ever.
This dangerous attraction between us risks both my empire and our lives. Iâve spent my life in a solitude of my own choosing, but now that I have Eden beside me, I wonât let her go. If we burnâ¦we burn together.
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Cora Kenborn writes contemporary and romantic suspense novels with lots of danger, snarky banter, lovable bad boys, and damsels NOT in distress. She loves delving into the twisted mind of a dark villain as well as writing light-hearted romcom.
Cora gets a kick out of talking about herself in the third person and is a true Southern girl from Eastern North Carolina, who grew up on sweet tea, front porches, and the simple life. She says âyâall,â âfixinâ to,â and should you deserve it will âbless your heart.â Sheâs the proud mother of three hyperactive and occasionally adorable children, and wife to an understanding husband who tolerates her chaotic writerâs cave. Although reading is her passion, she can usually be found taking notes during true crime shows, effectively freaking out everyone in the room. Cora admits to being a horrible cook, an even worse baker, and believes sheâs more dangerous with a hot glue gun than any weapon on earth. Oh, and she and autocorrect are mortal enemies. Coraâs Links: Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Cora-Kenborn/e/B01M4J2GT6 Newsletter http://www.eepurl.com/b1xCtj Street Team: https://www.facebook.com/groups/corasdarkangels Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/corakenborn Twitter: https://www.twitter.com/corakenborn Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/corakenbornauthor Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/15178303.Cora_Kenborn
Heph
Series: Modern Descendants
Author: L.B. Dunbar writing as Elda Lore
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Phyre has a haunting past. The girl without a last name and fire in her hands burns with a history of destruction to save herself. Solace is finally found in the cozy comfort of Hestia’s Home, a place for women who need hiding. Just like her five surrogate sisters-in-solitude, Phyre yearns to extinguish memories and rekindle her spirit. Her plan blazes forward until he arrives.
Hephaestus Cronus considers himself an ugly man. A near-death accident left him disabled but not without heart. His gratitude lies with the protection of his foster mother, Hestia. Running from a failed relationship, Heph only desires the familiar fires of the hearth at her home. Burned from the heartache, Heph never expected to spark a new flame in the rose-bud-cherry-haired girl missing a name.
This modern tale of Hephaestus, the metal working god, rights the wrong of a crippled man failed at love. Here the flaming passion he deserved as an under-recognized god is written in a new fashion with the fiery spirit of a woman who ignites true love between these twin flames.
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A writer of mythical worlds in modern times, I'm the alter ego of contemporary romance author, L.B. Dunbar. Learn more about me at:www.facebook.com/eldaloreauthor
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Born in Dekalb, Illinois, Amanda Strong has called Utah, Arizona, Hawaii, Virginia, and now New Mexico home. She has loved to spin tales since childhood. It was not uncommon to find her hiding in some random corner, scribbling away in her spiral-bound notebook, with her bright pink glasses. You could say some things have not changed. Amanda signed with Clean Teen Publishing in the fall of 2013. She is the author of two paranormal, YA series: The Watchers of Men and Monsters Among Us. The first novel in The Watchers of Men series, The Awakener, debuted in October of 2013. It has been an Amazon number one best seller in three Young Adult categories. Book two, The Holy and The Fallen, released May 12th of 2015. She is currently working on book three, The Watcher’s Mark, releasing spring of 2016. Hidden Monster released November 4th of 2014, and it finished as a Finalist in the 2014 USA Best Book Award: Young Adult Category. It is book one of a brand-new young adult, sci-fi thriller series called Monsters Among Us. When Amanda isn't writing, you can find her chasing her three rambunctious children around the house and spending time with her wonderful and supportive husband. On some occasions, you can still find Amanda with her not-so-pink glasses, hiding in a corner reading her favorite young adult fantasy novels or working out only to blow her diet by eating ice cream. See more at: www.authoramandastrong.com
Find out why readers are losing sleep due to THE EVER CHACE CHRONICLES. ÔDr. Ever Chace's life is anything but boring. She thought growing up human in a supernatural world was strange, but things heat up when she finds herself falling for a man who's bark isn't nearly as sharp as his bite. Start this series for FREE with SKIN AND BONES by Susan Harris. Then enjoy this exclusive cover reveal of the third book in the series— SMOKE AND MIRRORS, which releases on May 29 2017. Plus, enjoy a discounted pre-order deal of $2.99 this week only! SKIN AND BONES (BOOK THREE)Pre-order discounted to $2.99 for a limited time! GRAB YOUR PRE-ORDER HERE. Available May 29, 2017 Paranormal Romance Crimson Tree Publishing SKIN AND BONES (BOOK ONE)GET SKIN AND BONES FOR FREE ON ALL DIGITAL RETAILERS HERE. COLLATERAL DAMAGE (BOOK TWO)GET COLLATERAL DAMAGE ON ALL RETAILERS FOR $2.99-$3.99 HERE. ABOUT SUSAN HARRIS:Susan Harris is a writer from Cork in Ireland. An avid reader, she quickly grew to love books in the supernatural/fantasy genre. When she is not writing or reading, she loves music, oriental cultures, tattoos, anything Disney and psychology. If she wasn't a writer she would love to be a FBI profiler or a PA for Dave Grohl or Jared Leto. Nailed ItAuthor: Amy Miles| Buy Link |
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Today's writers deal with pressures from all sides: to publish quickly, to stay seen in an over flooded market, to keep their readers happy and to find a way to earn enough money to keep following their dreams.
Writing is not easy. It can be lonely, disheartening and it is easy to feel buried by the very thing you were once passionate about. NAILED IT is 150 inspirations, mantras, motto's or quirky sayings that I have used in my personal bouts with burnout. I hope they will encourage you, inspire you and remind you that although writing is a solo endeavor, writers all around the world understand the pressure you feel to succeed. You are not alone.
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Of Glitter and Gold: A Canary Club Anthology
-- NOTHING GOLD EXCERPT: It’s easier than I imagined to sneak into the party. The music is so loud and the crowd so enormous that no one sees me wind my way through the shrubs on the outskirts. The massive estate is far enough away from the city that I had to hitch a ride to get here, and I’ll have to time my exit just right to make the train back to Manhattan. Brushing off my secondhand suit coat, I enter the party via the back patio. A wide pool is filled with people, most still in their fancy evening wear. My eyes slide past them, searching for the one person at this shindig that I know. I scan past butlers with white gloves holding silver trays covered in champagne glasses, past gleeful dames in short skirts with blood-red lips, and past gents in their glad rags I can tell with one glance cost more dough than I make in a year working at the mill. When I finally see him, his pinstripe suit, matching fedora, and red pocket square, he’s standing atop the massive staircase on the ledge overlooking the party. Deacon Brewer, the reason I’m here tonight. His hands are stuffed in the pockets of his trousers as he chats up a fella I don’t recognize, along with the dame hanging off his arm. Plastering on an easy grin, I wind my way through the people, helping myself to a glass of bubbly as I head for the stairs. The stone steps are covered in gold confetti, the whole place practically dripping with it. Long, red velvet drapes hang from arched windows, and leafless branches painted gold and draped with crystal beads sit in tall vases in every corner. Nothing has been left un-gilded. I shake my head at the audacity. Might as well have a neon sign--someone, please rob the joint. Deacon sees me coming and dismisses himself from his conversation, welcoming me with an open hand. “Dickey Lewis, glad you could make it, boy,” he offers warmly. As if I had a choice. “Of course, Mr. Brewer,” I respond with more warmth than I feel. Truth is that I’m in deep to Deacon after a few bad bets at his club last month, and he opted to make me work it off rather than take it outta my hide. I suppose that makes him clever, but I can’t help the gnawing feeling that this is a debt I may never fully repay. “What’s the score?” I ask, lowering my voice. Draping an arm across my shoulders, he walks me through the glass doors and into the house. Still crammed with people drinking, dancing, and generally wrecking the joint, he pulls a cigar from his vest pocket with his free hand. “Upstairs in the den is a lovely Monet, behind which is a very large safe. Cash, some baubles, and a bankbook are inside. I don’t care about the rest; you take what you need. But the bankbook needs to find its way into my hands tomorrow morning by eight am.” I take a deep breath, rolling my tongue over my teeth before answering, “How am I supposed to get into the safe?” He barks a deep laugh, slapping me on the back. “Guess you’ll have to get a little creative. Just get in, get out, and don’t let nobody see ya, got it?” All I can do is nod and watch him swagger away. Sure, I’ve boosted loot before, but always simple jobs, smash and grabs. Nothing like this. What have I gotten myself into this time? Still, whatever else is in there is mine for the taking, I tell myself. Could be a big pay day, judging by the looks of the place. I wander casually through the house, trying to look as if I belong while also counting the number of cops and guards watching the area. It’s not as many as I expected. I grab a dark-haired dame by the waist, offering her a charming smile and asking for a dance. We Charleston together for two songs, finally stopping to imbibe more champagne. When I ‘accidently’ stumble into her, she spills the contents of her glass on my jacket, fumbling a wide-eyed apology. Waving her off with a smile, I hand her my glass, “You take this, and I’ll go find a place to wash up.” “You could always take a dip in the pool, honey,” she says, batting her eyelashes. Beside her, a gentleman points up a secondary set of stairs near the front door. “Washroom is up there, I think.” I mutter a thanks and a promise to return, then make my way up the stairs, continuing to stumble around as if drunk, occasionally opening a door to find a couple necking or a room full of folks smoking the Indian hop in long pipes. Finally, the thumping of the music fading below me, I make my way to the library. Beyond that, I find the only locked door on the entire floor. Digging into my pocket, I pull out my lock kit, a simple flattened iron jimmy and a hooked pick. Sliding both in the lock, I slide them back and forth, listening for the mechanism inside to release. It doesn’t take long and the door springs open, allowing me to step inside and close it quickly behind me. It’s dark except for the glow of a single lamp atop a massive oak desk, behind which is a tall arched window overlooking the front of the estate. From this spot, I can see the cars lined up along the circular drive, partygoers coming and going in wild abandon. Pulling the pocket watch from my vest, I wipe my fingers across the cracked glass face, checking the time. Only thirty minutes until the train. If I miss it, it’ll be two hours before the next one. Not the end of the world, unless someone notices the lift before I’m gone. That’s a long time to stick around with a pocket fulla stolen goods. I glance around me, the blood chilling in my veins. Every wall except the one with the window is covered in framed paintings. And I have no idea which one is a Monet. Scrambling, I begin lifting each, checking the wall behind for any sign of the safe. Finally, on the opposite wall from where I started, I find it. Carefully lifting the heavy canvas free, I set it on the floor and turn my attention to the wall safe. It’s not large, about the size of a bread box with a spinning combination dial in the center. Unsure what else to do, I pull the pocket knife free from my trousers and flick it open, trying to wedge it between the door and the frame. As soon as I do, I know it’s going to be futile. The thing is heavy steel; no way my knife is gonna bust it open. Putting it away, I begin spinning the dial at random, praying I’ll get lucky. I’m so flustered I don’t hear the door open or the footsteps from behind me until it’s too late. “It’s my birthday,” a voice offers, making me spin, hands balled into fists to fight my way free from the room. The dame is tall, her garnet-red hair rolled into bouncy curls and pinned in a messy heap at the back of her neck. Her dress is green, almost the same color as her eyes, and it hugs her slender frame as if it were a second skin. Even the long strings of pearls twined around her neck seems completely natural, not just a decoration but an extension of her. I take a breath, blinking, momentarily stunned. She drapes one hand on her hip, her entire body listing to the side as she points to the safe. “The combination,” she repeats. “It’s my birthday.” Finally recovering my voice, I stammer. “I was, uh, just…” The corners of her mouth turn upward. “Breaking into my father’s safe?” I don’t know what to say. I feel her in the room, the way one might feel the air change right before a storm, a heaviness that settles in, leaving my soul with a sense of foreboding. My instincts battle inside me. Do I grab her and tie her to a chair, or do I flee? The weight of her gaze makes it impossible to think clearly. “Relax,” she says, raising a glass I hadn’t noticed her holding to her lips and taking a slow drink. “I’m not calling the guards if that’s what you’re worried about.” “Oh? You’re just gonna let me crack this safe and walk away with whatever’s inside?” She shrugs. “It’s not my money. What do I care?” I lick my lips, sizing her up. A spoiled little rich girl who wants to stick it to Daddy. I’ve seen a few of those in my day. I can work with this—if I can get my head back on straight. It’s not like me to get so flustered by a dame, not even a high-quality one like this. “Besides…” She sets the glass on the desk and saunters toward me. “It’s not like we don’t have enough.” I catch a hint of her perfume in the air when she brushes by me, lavender and something else I can’t quite place. Taking the dial in her hand, she spins the knob until the door finally clicks, then she steps back, giving me a go-ahead gesture. I hesitate, flicking glances at the bare skin where her neck meets her shoulder, at the creamy whiteness of her skin, before settling my eyes on her face. “What’s your name, doll?” She looks down, sheepishly at first, but then raises just her eyes to look at me with an expression of bold defiance. “I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.” I swallow, considering her offer. She’s already gotten a good look at me, enough to rat me out to the cops. The look on her face is one of challenge, I realize. She’s daring me to trust her. “Dickey,” I say, pulling the flat cap off my head and holding it over my heart as I bow to her. “Dickey Lewis, at your service, Miss?” “Lillian Rose Duke,” she answers. “But my friends call me Lilly.” Replacing my hat, I grab the safe handle and twist, pulling open the heavy door. Grabbing a large wooden box first, I hold it out to her. Moving back, I grab two stacks of fresh bills and stuff them in the pockets of my suitcoat. Finding the bankbook last, I tuck it into the back of my pants before pulling my shirt and jacket over it. I spin to Lilly, watching as she upends the box, spilling jewelry onto the desk in a pile. She picks through it, finally just scooping it all into her hand and sauntering over to me. Getting so close I feel the warmth of her, she grabs the lapel of my jacket, sliding the gold and stones into the inside pocket. “Give these to your girl, Dickey Lewis.” She releases my lapel, but doesn’t step away. Instead, she leans forward. Thinking she’s going to kiss me, I straighten in anticipation, but she just trails her fingers along my collar until she’s cupping the back of my neck. “I ain’t got no girl,” I admit, my heart pounding behind my ribs. “Well, isn’t that a shame?” she says, her lips a hair’s breadth from mine. Unable to resist, I close the final distance between us, clutching her by the waist as I urge her lips to mine. I’ve never tasted gold before, but I imagine this is what it would be like—champagne, honey, and nerves of steel. When she finally pulls away, I’m gasping. Tugging tugs the white linen handkerchief from my pocket, she wipes my face, then hers, of her smeared lipstick before returning the hankie to its place. “I hope to see you around, Dickey Lewis.” With that, she spins on her heel and heads for the door, listening for a moment before pulling it open and stepping out. The room is instantly colder, the air thinner. I can finally breathe, can think. As I slink from the party and disappear into the shadows, making my way down the street to the train station, I can’t force the sight of her from my mind, or the taste of her from my lips. Even if it takes every penny in my pocket and every breath in my body, I will see Lillian Rose Duke again.
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Exiled
Series: Return of the Elves (Novella)
Author: Bethany Adams
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A willing exile
For a hundred years, Delbin has lived on Earth, voluntarily cut off from his birth land, Moranaia. Heâs learned to hide his elven nature and use his mind magic without getting noticed. Until he accidentally wields it on the Moranaian scout sent to check on him.
A hesitant ally
Though Inona has good reason to mistrust exiles, part of her job is to make sure they arenât causing trouble. She sets out for Earth with one goalâget this annoying mission over with. But from the moment Delbin tries to use his power on her, she can tell he is different. As more of his story unfolds, she learns that some exiles might not be what they seem.
An unexpected enemy
When a rogue Moranaian prince tries to recruit Delbin, Inonaâs mission becomes anything but standard. Now Delbin and Inona must work together to hunt down the prince and uncover his latest plot.
Delbin might not be able to return to Moranaia, but heâll do anything to save it.
BONUS â Includes the free, stand-alone short story âThe Grove Between,â previously published in the Against All Odds anthology.
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Ever since finding a copy of The Hero and the Crown in her elementary school library, Bethany has loved fantasy. After subjecting her friends to stories scrawled in notebooks during study breaks all through high school, she decided to pursue an English degree at Middle Tennessee State University. When not writing or wrangling her two small children, Bethany enjoys reading, photography, and video games.
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Pressed to Death
Series: A Perfectly Proper Paranormal Museum Mystery
Author: Kirsten Weiss
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A Perfectly Proper Party in Wine Country Takes a Deadly Turn
Paranormal museum owner Maddie Kosloski thinks she has the perfect paranormal exhibit for the harvest festival—a haunted grape press. But when she’s accused of stealing the press, and her accuser is found murdered, all eyes turn to Maddie.
Maddie knows well the perils of amateur sleuthing and is reluctant to get involved...
Until her mother insists she investigate. Does her mom have a secret agenda? Or is she somehow connected to the murder?
Facing down danger and her own over-active imagination, Maddie must unearth the killer before she becomes the next ghost to haunt her museum.
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Love's Promise
Series: The First Street Church Romances, Book Two
Author: Melissa Storm
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She's waiting for her prince to come … but was he right beside her all the time?
Kristina Rose Maher wants to know why fairytales never happen for fat girls. Certain that diner cook Jeff, handsome and fit, will never want her as more than a friend, she stuffs down her attraction to him. But when she finds herself facing a life-altering weight loss surgery, she discovers she's willing to do whatever it takes to embrace life—and love—to the fullest. Jeffrey Berkley can't bear the thought of losing the friend he’s only just beginning to realize matters so much to him… no matter what size she is. But he is also terrified that helping her reach for her dreams will also mean finally reaching for his own—and letting down his family’s legacy in the process. Both Kristina Rose and Jeffrey must learn to love themselves before they can find a way to make a promise to each other. Will they finally be able to lay their heavy burdens at the Lord's feet, and trust him to bring the happily-ever-after they both crave? Don't miss this sweet tale of faith, love, and gastric bypass--get your copy of Love's Promise today! | About the Author |
Melissa Storm is a mother first, and everything else second. She used to write under a pseudonym, but finally had the confidence to come out as herself to the world. Her fiction is highly personal and often based on true stories. Writing is Melissa's way of showing her daughter just how beautiful life can be, when you pay attention to the everyday wonders that surround us.
Melissa loves books so much, she married fellow author Falcon Storm. Between the two of them, there are always plenty of imaginative, awe-inspiring stories to share. Melissa and Falcon also run the business Novel Publicity together, where she works as publisher, marketer, web designer, and all-around business mogul. When she's not reading, writing, or child-rearing, Melissa spends time relaxing at home in the company of her four dogs, four parrots, and rescue cat. She never misses an episode of The Bachelor, because priorities. Learn more atwww.MelStorm.com. |
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