Genre: Erotic Romance/Medical Suspense Release Date: November 20, 2019
Blurb
The side effects of being a nurse and a single mom:
Over tired
Over stressed
Over worked Over used battery operated boyfriend
The side effects of working with the world’s hottest doctor:
Raised temperature
Raised blood pressure
Raised pulse Dropped panties
He’s my new boss,
My old boyfriend.
And the hottest man on the planet.
But he’s my ex for a reason. A few of them actually.
Lesson learned?
Apparently not,
As I gather what’s let of my dignity.
Along with my tattered panties.
Resisting the good doctor’s charms is proving
to be tougher than raising a feisty five year old.
He’s so used to getting his way.
But when he threatens to take my daughter from me,
The gloves come off.
He may wear the white coat,
But I wear a single-mother frickin cape.
Dee Palmer lives just outside of London with her husband and
(slightly embarrassed) children. Her passion is writing sexy steamy romance
stories that will scorch the pages right off your kindle and are guaranteed to
make your heart pound. She loves an HEA but isn't afraid to put her readers
through the ringer before she delivers.
When not at her desk she can be found either fannying around on Facebook or
with her nose stuck in her Kindle. Once in a while when the lights are down she
might be spotted about town searching for the best French martinis and throwing
some dubious shapes on the dance floor.
Author: Joanne Rock Publishers: Harlequin Desire/ Mills & Boon/HarperCollins AU
Genre: Contemporary Romance Release Date: November 2, 2019
Blurb
He’ll take what’s his—
including the woman who stands in his way.
Marcus Salazar
has come to Mesa Falls to buy out his half brother and gain control of the
media empire that was his brainchild. But when COO Lily Carrington shows up,
she poses a threat to his plan—and his libido. Not even her engagement of
convenience to another man can dim Marcus’s desire for her, even as Lily fights
for her own future at Salazar Media…and against her attraction to Marcus!
Four-time RITA
nominee Joanne Rock has never met a romance sub-genre she didn't like. The author
of over eighty books enjoys writing a wide range of stories, most recently
focusing on sexy contemporaries and small town family sagas. An optimist by
nature and perpetual seeker of silver linings, Joanne finds romance fits her
life outlook perfectly--love is worth fighting for. A frequent speaker at
regional and national writing conferences she enjoys giving back to the writing
community that nurtured and inspired her early career. She has a Masters degree
in Literature from the University of Louisville but credits her fiction writing
skills to her intensive study with friend and fellow author Catherine Mann.
When she's not writing, Joanne enjoys travel, especially to see her favorite
sports teams play with her former sports editor husband and three athletic-minded
sons.
Josh Morgan swore he’d never return to Washington State. But
when he gets a letter from the man, he learns is his father; he has no choice.
Shaw Seymour has had a hell of a year. She was framed and
almost lost her license to practice law. With distrust at an all-time high,
she’s learned to keep others at arm’s length.
When Shaw’s assigned to handle an easy estate matter. She
never thought the client would be the man who broke her heart eight years ago.
Josh never expected the lawyer assigned to his father’s estate would be the one
who got away. He’s got a second chance, and he’s not going to let it go to
waste.
When someone calls into question Josh’s claim to the ranch,
they will do whatever it takes to make sure he doesn’t get it.
Josh wants Shaw back, and Shaw just wants to do her job, but
can they learn to trust one another before a legal dispute turns deadly?
Danielle Pays writes
steamy romance novels with a touch of suspense. When not trying to write her
characters into some kind of trouble, she can be found guzzling coffee at her
kids’ soccer games. Black coffee is a requirement as she lives in the Pacific
Northwest.
From USA Today bestselling author M. Never, comes a hot,
steamy, adventurous second chance romance.
Ten years ago, all Liv Ward wanted was my love. What she got
was a broken heart instead.
When The Bowman’s death causes my world to come crashing
down the only silver lining is it brings Liv, his daughter, back into my life.
The last thing the sharp, artsy, brunette wants is anything to do with me. But
time away and grief do strange things to people, bringing them together in
unexpected ways. Like, drunk and horny and naked in your bed.
With my options running out, I find myself in a cut throat
race against time, fighting for the woman I want back all while trying to
figure out exactly how to stay alive.
Now...
I have two weeks left to live.
Two weeks to come up with one hundred thousand
dollars.
Two weeks to convince the woman I love she loves me, too.
Aces High is a complete standalone in the Baum Squad MC
universe. It includes intense sexual situations and some violence. Reader
discretion is advised.
M. Never resides in New York City. When she's not researching ways to tie up her characters in compromising positions, you can usually find her at the gym kicking the crap out of a punching bag, or eating at some new trendy restaurant. She has a dependence on sushi and a fetish for boots. Fall is her favorite season.
She is surrounded by family and friends she wouldn't trade for the world and is a little in love with her readers. The more the merrier. So make sure to say hi!
“You’re the Devil,” I whisper. It’s barely audible above
my own ragged breaths, but he heard me, loud and clear. Striding forward, I
match each of his steps with a retreating step of my own. This was a dance we
had enjoyed in the past, but not today. I’m grateful when my back finally hits
the door of his office; my legs had begun to tremble, and I feared I was about
to hit the deck. My hands press against the solid wood for support, and fixing
my eyes on his, I start to shake my head.
A futile non-verbal request for him to stop.
He steps so close my breath catches, and I actually stop
breathing for a moment. Closing my eyes, I drop my chin to my chest.
Please don’t do this.
His knuckle brushes my jaw, and he tips my whole face up
with his fingertip but makes no other movement, no sound at all. He simply
waits. When the silence becomes too much, I open my eyes and meet his gaze.
“I told you I was.” His lips form the perfect smile, and
his eyes seem to darken to an impossible shade of midnight blue.
It’s strange; I always thought the devil would have
darker colouring, inky black hair, a deep tan maybe, and eyes you would easily
lose your soul to. Not him. Although the eyes are spot on, everything else was
way off; he couldn’t look less like the Lucifer of the movies. He is tall,
towering over me now, broad, strong shoulders, but slim, fit, stunning
actually. His rough blond hair falls over his eyes, and on any other day, that
would be a crime. No, he looks more like an angel than the devil I know him to
be. He looks like a Nordic God.
The pain ripping me apart from the inside out escapes in
a sob that I can’t contain and takes us both by surprise. My hand flies to my
mouth, too late to hide the heartbreak. He laughs, a hollow sound that chills
my blood, and even the tender way he tucks my hair away from my face feels too
raw.
Please don’t do this.
“Oh, Princess, you always did know how to make me laugh,”
he states with a wry smile that makes my stomach turn.
“My pain amuses you?” I manage to form actual words when
I feel utterly speechless and broken.
He’s acutely aware of how he affects me; he always has
been.
He chuckles and leans closer. His mouth is just below my
ear before he speaks. “Your pain is just a pleasant bonus, princess.”
“Oh, God.” I gasp, my fist clutching at the unbearable
pain cleaving through my heart.
“Now, princess, do you really think He will save a little
sinner like you? Besides, He really can’t help you now, not when your soul is
already mine.” His lips press a kiss on the crook of my neck, and I whimper.
They always feel like heaven on my skin, and now it’s no different, except
everything is different.
“What do you want?” I’ve lost so much. My tone fails to
hide my absolute desolation.
“Everything.”
“I gave you everything…I gave you my heart, damn it. I
have nothing left.” The tears I have managed to hold at bay fall, bursting
unbidden from my eyes as I hold his unwavering gaze.
“Now we both know that’s not true.” He sucks some air
through his pursed lips, shaking his head lightly as if he is reprimanding a
small child.
“I don’t understand.” I sniff, dragging the back of my
hand unceremoniously along the underside of my nose and roughly drying my
cheeks in an attempt to regain some composure.
“I think it’s cute that you believe your heart holds any
interest to someone like me. What am I saying? There is no one like me,” he
taunts, then tilts his head to one side as if thinking how best to deliver his
next line. “You promised me forever, princess, and there’s only one thing that
is truly forever.” His eyes narrow, and the cruel smile that has been an almost
permanent fixture since he brought me here, vanishes. His expression is
chillingly vacant and so changed, I barely recognise this monster before me.
“I’ve come for your soul, Tia.” He pulls back just enough to slide his hand
into his back pocket, retrieving a long slim dagger. He flips it with ease,
catching it and wrapping his fingers around the handle like it was moulded only
to fit his hand. The tip of the blade is reflected in his eyes, and the sharp
edge shines brightly, even in the dim light of the fading evening.
“I don’t understand. I didn’t do anything wrong. I love
you,” I plead, my hand resting on his chest where his heart should be.
“I think, with that statement, you’ve answered your own
question, haven’t you, princess?” His tone drops, and his expression is now
deadly serious. He waits again for realisation of what he’s asking to slowly
sink in. It doesn’t take long. No.
“I can’t do this.” I mouth the words because I can’t
bring myself to say them out loud. It doesn’t matter. Whether he’s lip reading
or mind reading, he knows me, and he knows this is no longer a choice I have to
make.
“I know, princess…I know.” His voice is softly soothing,
coaxing me, and I comply. His words are like a balm, hypnotic, and I find I am
no longer able to resist or fight him. He places the blade in my hand, cupping
his larger hands over the top and gripping tight. He twists the blade until it
is pointed just below my rib cage and angled upward, perfectly aimed for
maximum impact. I’m shaking my head because I know I can’t do what he’s asking
me to do. Then he hugs me…he steps his strong body into mine and presses us
both hard against the door.
“Ah! Oh…oh…please…please.” The dagger burns like a
thousand blades as it pierces my skin. A tidal wave of pain tears through my
body, and I continue to cry out.
It hurts so much.
“I do love it when you beg.” He jolts the blade deeper,
and I can feel it slicing through my flesh. The pain is unbearable. I can’t
breathe. Every nerve is screaming in agony as I feel my lungs burn with the
blood now filling them from inside. I start to choke. Even at this time, I take
comfort from the knowledge that this flesh and blood pain is fleeting and is
only a fraction of the devastation my heart feels.
It will all be over soon.
“Why are you smiling?” My vision is a little blurry, but
I can see the confusion on his face.
“Because, at least this pain will end,” I answer,
slumping against him with weakness. My words are faint. He tilts my head up;
it’s too heavy for me to hold and flops to one side, but he is careful to
ensure I am looking into his eyes when he speaks. He wants to make sure I truly
understand my fate.
Author Bio
Dee Palmer lives just outside of London with her husband and
(slightly embarrassed) children. Her passion is writing sexy steamy romance
stories that will scorch the pages right off your kindle and are guaranteed to
make your heart pound. She loves an HEA but isn't afraid to put her readers
through the ringer before she delivers.
When not at her desk she can be found either fannying around on Facebook or
with her nose stuck in her Kindle. Once in a while when the lights are down she
might be spotted about town searching for the best French martinis and throwing
some dubious shapes on the dance floor.
Title: Lone Survivor Series: Crescent City Kings #1
Author: Anya Summers Publisher: Blushing Books
Genre: Steamy Contemporary Romance
Release Date: September 24, 2019
Blurb
She needed a fresh start…
ICU Nurse Sadie Montgomery moved to New Orleans after her entire world fell
apart. The idea was borne of desperation as she sank deeper into a depression
so deep and dark, she had stopped feeling. But it wasn’t until she crossed
paths with Ram that she finally felt a spark of life return. The only problem
is, she doesn’t want to be dependent upon anyone. The pain of losing it all is
still too fresh. Not to mention, in Ram’s world, the women submit themselves
body and soul.
He wasn’t looking for love…
Former Army Ranger, Ramsey O’Malley, is not looking for a long-term commitment
from a woman beyond a scene or two at Club Underworld. He doesn’t have the time
nor the inclination to begin something he cannot finish, not as a single dad
with a thriving psychology practice. Except, he is drawn to his newest patient.
She’s forbidden, like the apple in the garden of Eden, and all he wants to do
it take a bite.
But they could not deny their desire…
When Sadie makes a surprise appearance at Club Underworld looking to take a
walk on the wild side, Ram knows he cannot let another man have her. He wants
to be the one to introduce her to submission. But can he convince her to
submit? And will just one night be enough?
Publisher’s Note: This steamy contemporary romance contains elements of power
exchange.
Born in St.
Louis, Missouri, Anya grew up listening to Cardinals baseball and reading
anything she could get her hands on. She remembers her mother saying if only
she would read the right type of books instead binging her way through the
romance aisles at the bookstore, she’d have been a doctor. While Anya never did
get that doctorate, she graduated cum laude from the University of Missouri-St.
Louis with an M.A. in History.
Anya is a
bestselling and award-winning author published in multiple fiction genres. She
also writes urban fantasy and paranormal romance under the name Maggie Mae Gallagher. A total
geek at her core, when she is not writing, she adores attending the latest
comic con or spending time with her family. She currently lives in the Midwest
with her two furry felines.
