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SimmerAn Infernal World Novella by Measha Stone Publication Date: June 30, 2020 Genres: Psychological Thriller
Purchase: Amazon We’ll teach her to be a good wife. It’s our job and we won’t fail her. There are rules here. Don’t eat until Papa has. Do all your chores. Learn your lessons. Be grateful. Don’t break the rules. But I did…
 
About Measha StoneUSA Today Bestselling Author Measha Stone is a lover of all things erotic and fun who writes kinky romantic suspense and dark romance novels. She won the 2018 Golden Flogger award in two categories, Best Advanced BDSM and Best Anthology. She’s hit #1 on Amazon in multiple categories in the U.S. and the U.K. When she’s not typing away on her computer, she can be found nestled up with a cup of tea and her kindle.Website | Amazon | Bookbub | Newsletter | Facebook | Reader Group
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Title: Never Trust a Bad Boy
Author: Kira Adams
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Designer: Alora Kate
Blurb: Mikhaela
The day I was kidnapped was the first time I truly felt alive. My captors had no idea of the hell they were saving me from; the jail I had been living in. The monsters who controlled my world would stop at nothing to make them pay, to get me back. But we became a family - a family that looked out for each other.
Bo
She was never supposed to be a part of the equation, but sometimes you act on impulse. Surprisingly, she fit, kind of like a glove. Once we knew where she came from, we couldn’t possibly make her go back. And maybe she was just what we needed. Someone to bring us back down to earth, to remind us what it felt like to be free.
Krista Pakseresht has always been a dreamer, from the first time she opened her eyes, creating worlds through words is one thing she is truly talented at. She specializes in young adult/new adult romance, horror, action, fantasy, and non-fiction under the pen name Kira Adams. She is the author of the Infinite Love series, the Foundation series, the Darkness Falls series, A Date with the Devil, The Life I Never Asked For and Ultimate Game Changer.
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My entire life has been weaved with violence. It wasn’t something that was sought out, but something that found me. My calmness in the face of danger is what drew the monsters to me. Eduardo tried recruiting me long ago back before he fully grew into the devil he is. Back then, I was still a novice; his world still turned me on. But lately, living the simple life seems like a better option moving forward. At the end of the day, if no one knew my name, I’d be fine with that.
Title: Stealing Home
Author: Lynn Stevens
Genre: Adult Sports Romance
Cover Designer: The Sinful Hoarder
Publication Date: June 30th, 2020
Blurb: Going home is rarely a good idea, until you discover what home really means.
After the disaster of Westland’s steroid scandal, Chuck Mathis knows his baseball dreams are kaput; so he decides to focus on his other dream: psychology. He’ll graduate from Westland University, then he’ll leave Madison to earn his master’s and PhD. Nothing is going to stand in his way. Not his overbearing father. Not even baseball.
Except maybe Sophie Tipton.
Chuck decides to work for his father and play on his father’s slow-pitch softball team over the summer. Sophie manages the team. She’s not about to let some college baseball player take over either. And Chuck wants to do more than just play ball with the fiery beauty.
Just as things are falling into place, they start to fall apart. Chuck has to choose between his love of baseball and the girl who has stolen his heart.
It’s an impossible decision.
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Lynn Stevens flunked out of college writing her first novel. Yes, she still has it and no, you can't read it. Surprisingly, she graduated with honors at her third school. A former farm girl turned city slicker, Lynn lives in the Midwest where she drinks coffee she can't pronounce and sips tea when she's out of coffee. When she's out of both, just stay away.
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The field wasn’t different. Then again, one softball field looks like another. I dropped my bag in the fenced-in dugout, a puff of dirt exploding beneath it. It was sufficiently dusty from sitting in my closet since my senior year in high school. That was the last time I bothered with my softball glove and plastic cleats.
“Can I help you?†a petite dark blonde stepped away from the third base line and toward the dugout. A scowl covered her face, drawing lines around her eyes. There was something familiar about her, but I couldn’t quite place where I’d seen her before.
“I’m Chuck.†I held out my hand. She stared at it and crossed her arms over her chest. “Mathis. Chuck Mathis.â€
“Oh,†she said. Recognition of my last name dawned in her brown eyes, but that didn’t change her stance one bit. “Oh, well. Everything going well here. We’re ready for our first game next week and –â€
“Sweetheart, I’m here to play.†I drug out each word like an asshole.
She snorted and turned around, muttering, “Ya right.â€
What the hell? I hurried after her onto the infield. This chick thought I was checking up on her then when I said I was there to play; she blew me off. Several members of the team stopped to watch our little show. My buddy Joey waved from right field and didn’t bother to control his laughter. I shook my head at him.
“‘Ya right?’ What’s that supposed to mean?†I touched her shoulder, which was the wrong thing to do by the way she spun back around to face me.
“First, don’t ever touch me again. Second, I’m not your sweetheart.†Her finger jammed into my chest as each word shot from her mouth. “Third, I don’t need some hotshot college player taking over my team. Mr. Mathis made it clear I could manage this year and that’s what I plan to do. So you can pick your bag up and go back to Westland. I’m sure there are plenty of people there that wouldn’t mind having you around.â€
Actually that was the last thing I wanted to do. This chick didn’t need to know that though. This chick did need to know that I wasn’t planning on taking over the team. Yeah, I’d run it in the past but that was the past.
“I don’t know why you’re here,†she said. Her stone gaze softened as she tilted her head to the side. “Just go.â€
“Look, sweetheart, I’m not going to step on your toes.†I held up my hands in defeat and stepped back to put some distance between us. “I’m just here to play. That’s all.â€
She rubbed her hand over her face. No makeup. Damn me to hell, if that wasn’t the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. The au natural look worked for her.
“Really.†I leaned down so she could hear me loud and clear. “If Dad told you to manage the team, then manage the team. I won’t get in your way. And having a ringer won’t hurt one bit. Especially if they’re as bad as they’ve always been.â€
She smiled. All my previous perceptions about her disappeared. I’d thought she was at least in her thirties, but once the scowl was gone, I’d seen my error in judgment. She was closer to my age. Wisps of her dark blond hair framed her high cheekbones. Her eyes shone with sparks of gold mixed in with the brown. I shook my head to clear it. Amidst was not usually part of my vocabulary and it didn’t need to start either. Chicks were not in my immediate future and a horrible one was in my not-so-distant past. Nope, it didn’t matter how cute this girl was, or how sexy her lips pouted, or how much of a turn on her mischievous eyes were. None of that mattered. I wasn’t going to get involved in anything more than a one-night stand at this point.
“Fine, but you’re gonna have to listen to me. If I put on the shift, then shift. And if you call me sweetheart one more time, you’ll see what a ball buster I can be.†She walked backward away from me and shouted over her shoulder. “Hope everyone here is okay with Chuck joining the team.â€
A few people said hello while Joey whooped. He waved again before barely catching a ball coming his way. The pretty brunette he played catch with didn’t even glance at me. Very well. Not every girl needed to appreciate my fine form. I didn’t need a girl anyway. That was definitely something I’d have to remind myself of every single day this summer. Once my final year in college started, maybe I’d consider it. And, like I said, a one-nighter wasn’t out of the question. Just not with anyone who worked for the almighty Charles Mathis.
“I’m not,†a deep voice said behind me. I turned around and leered at the man. Roger Dorsey didn’t stare, he glared with outright hatred. He still played the bully. It never worked on me.
“Why’s that?†the new manager said.
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Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / Kobo -- EXCERPT: “Hmm.” She tapped her finger on her lips. “Everyone’s had a crush on someone, right? It wouldn’t be the most embarrassing revelation in the world. Could you find something like that?” I thought about it. I really did not want to stand up in front of total strangers—or worse, former classmates—and get laughed at, but Aida was right that an admission of a decade-old crush on a boy in a college class wasn’t the worst thing I might reveal. Besides, everyone had a crush on pretty boy Tristan back in the day. That might work well for this kind of contest. “Would that be enough to win the prize?” And a guaranteed trip to Germany. “Why don’t we forget about the prize, okay? I’m more interested in helping you work through your anxiety.” Right. My forced therapy. “I just don’t see how muscling through one reading will achieve that.” She bit her lip. “Okay, so here’s the deal. It’s not a one-night contest. It’s an elimination-style competition. Like American Idol.” “Oh.” That changed things considerably. I just wanted the money, but I couldn’t imagine doing this week after week. Staying home and playing Undertale on the genocide route was sounding better and better. Aida stood, one hand bracing her back. “Look. It’s right up the street. Let’s just go check it out.” When she left, I skimmed the journal, hunting for something safe and boring. I didn’t believe reading something embarrassing was going to magically cure me. Nor was I going to win a weeks-long contest. But as Mr. Shepherd, my cross-country coach, used to say, “Running begins, not with the feet, but with the mind.” Maybe just preparing to do the contest, imagining myself succeeding, would be therapeutic on its own. I took a deep breath and pretended I was actually going to go through with it. 
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 Publication date: August 20, 2019 Synopsis of the book: The Memo is the much-needed career advice guide for women of color specifically, finally ending the one-size-fits-all approach of business books that lump together women across races and overlook the unique barriers to success for women of color. In a charismatic and relatable voice, Minda Harts brings her entrepreneurial experience as CEO of The Memo to audio, as well as her past career life as a fundraising consultant to top colleges across the country. With wit and candor, Harts begins by acknowledging the ugly truths that keep women of color from getting the proverbial seat at the table in corporate America: micro-aggressions, systemic racism, white privilege, etc. Harts validates that women aren't making up the discrimination they feel, even if it isn't always overt. From there, she gives straight talk on how to address these issues head-on and provides a roadmap to help women of color and their allies make real change to the system. With chapters on network-building, office politics, money, and negotiation, this overview covers all the basics that any good business book should. But through the author's lens, it offers support and long-overdue advice particularly for women of color. PURCHASE HERE  FIND THE AUTHOR
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Title: A Change in Tide
Author: Freya Barker
Genre: Sports Romance
Hosted by: Buoni Amici Press, LLC.
What impact would it have when everything suddenly faded to black?
For Mia, a crowded subway ride changes her entire life. Retreating to the wilderness helps her cope with a world that is suddenly too loud, too turbulent. Her existence safely contained to the small cottage on the lake, she is unprepared for the neighbor that moves across the bay
A career-ending injury has Jared permanently benched. His reputation as The Enforcer won’t survive the unanticipated responsibilities awaiting him. Away from the public eye, he adjust to his new reality, under the quiet observation of the intriguing hermit on the other side of the water.
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USA Today bestselling author Freya Barker loves writing about ordinary people with extraordinary stories.
Driven to make her books about 'real' people; she creates characters who are perhaps less than perfect, each struggling to find their own slice of happy, but just as deserving of romance, thrills and chills in their lives.
Recipient of the ReadFREE.ly 2019 Best Book We've Read All Year Award for "Covering Ollie, the 2015 RomCon “Reader’s Choice” Award for Best First Book, “Slim To None”, and Finalist for the 2017 Kindle Book Award with “From Dust”, Freya continues to add to her rapidly growing collection of published novels as she spins story after story with an endless supply of bruised and dented characters, vying for attention!
     
Betting on Sin
-- EXCERPT: I watch as his eyes widen, and he bites his bottom lip for a moment. And I watch as he sits still. I watch him…not backing away, not stopping me from what we both know I’m doing. I close my eyes, too scared of the rejection I know is coming. Call me a coward, I don’t care anymore. I close my eyes and hover in front of his face, waiting. I want to go the rest of the way; I want to so badly, I can feel the need of it prickling all over. But I don’t. I cant. Not yet. Instead, I wait for him to show me somehow, tell me, that this is what he wants too. His hands find mine then, his fingers moving to intertwine with mine, and he leans forward. It’s just an inch. It’s not the rest of the way to me, doesn’t close the whole distance. But it’s enough. It’s enough to show me that we’re in this together. That I haven’t made everything up in my mind. That he wants me too. So I go for it. I close the last bit of space between us until my lips crash into his. And it’s like…I don’t know how to describe it. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Even though it’s only a kiss, nothing else. But it feels like home. Like what I’ve been waiting for my whole life. Like nothing in the universe has been this right. 
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False Front
Bishop Security Series Book 1
by Debbie Baldwin
Genre: Romantic Suspense
• a steamy romantic thriller
• a fast-paced, edge-of-your-seat suspense novel
• a timeless romance
Emma Porter is not real. She is an accomplished young woman, living a fulfilling life in New York City, working for an online news agency, and striving toward normalcy. The truth, however, is something else. She was once Emily Webster, a child of privilege, and the twenty-first century Lindbergh Baby. Her high-profile, unexplained abduction and subsequent rescue led to a childhood of paranoia and preparedness, as her kidnapper remained at large and still on the hunt. With her father’s guidance and resources, Emily became Emma Porter, living each day in her new identity, vigilant and unattached. Unattached but for the seemingly unbreakable tether that connects her to the man who, as a young boy, lived next door.
Like Emma, Nathan Bishop is not what he seems. Preparing to helm his family’s defense contracting company, Nathan is better known for his womanizing and reckless behavior than his business acumen. His striking image peppers the pages of society tabloids and police blotters, but beneath the facade of a rake, lurks a warrior. When an arms dealer procures a lethal bioweapon and is rumored to be selling it on U.S. soil, Nathan and his team must use every resource at their disposal to stop the threat.
With danger closing in, fate, once again, puts Emma in Nathan’s path, and the two must determine if the weathered bond between them is enough to find the truth behind their false fronts.
Fans of Nora Roberts, Linda Howard, and Jayne Ann Krentz will love False Front.
Be advised: this story contains scenes of violence equivalent to an R-rated movie and explicit sexual situations.
Debbie Baldwin is a successful print media and television writer. She is a graduate of Princeton University and the University of Virginia School of Law.
Debbie and her husband live in Saint Louis, Missouri with their puggle, Pebbles. They have three children in college. False Front is her first novel.
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The Dead Girl Under the Bleachers
A Craven Falls Mystery Book 1
by Donna M. Zadunajsky
Genre: YA Mystery
Three girls…
Three dead bodies…
The quiet town of Craven Falls is depleting in population. One by one…
Scarlet Fitzgerald thought it would be fun to play a game on Laura Stevenson, a nobody at Craven Falls High. But what happens when the game unleashes buried secrets Scarlet doesn’t want anyone to know? Secrets that could get someone killed, including herself.
Three can play a game, but one of them ends up dead…
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Donna M. Zadunajsky started out writing children's books before she wrote and published her first novel, Broken Promises, in June 2012. She since has written several more novels and her first novella, HELP ME! Book 1 in the series, which is about teen suicide and bullying.
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Crude
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I’m not sure what was harder. Slipping and sliding all over the place from that damn hot yoga or trying to keep my cock from tying in a knot. I had a vague idea of what I expected her to look like… And it sure as hell wasn’t this. I went there with one thing in mind… completing my mission and closing the deal. But, after watching her curvy figure prowl around the classroom for an hour, drilling of a different sort was on my mind. However, despite her earlier behavior, or maybe because of it, Jessie kept it professional, stopping by once or twice to correct my form. Did that matter to me, though? Hell no. Wherever her tiny hands touched, my skin lit up like red-hot charcoal. After class ended, I hung around, sipping on some cold water and toweling off. Shit, sweat poured from places I didn’t know it could. No idea how people made a regular habit of this insanity. That room was hotter than all git out. She chatted with one of the folks in the class, I polished off my drink and headed her direction. Thing is, I had to be careful. Sending the wrong message would get me in a heap of trouble and no closer to the actual reason I’d come there. I closed in on her, our eyes met. What a damn angel. Lucky for me she didn’t bear any resemblance to ole Clint. Poor bastard was so ugly his momma had to tie a pork chop around his neck so the dogs would play with him. No, she got her looks from her mother. Especially those eyes – big and blue and bright – like nothing I’d ever seen. Jessie tucked a wisp of loose hair behind her ear. “I was pretty impressed with you,” she said before finishing her dig with a cute little wink. “Not bad. Usually big guys like yourself quit the first time around. They never come back after that.” I enjoyed her teasing. How couldn’t I? “That a fact? What makes you think this is my first time?” Jessie shot me a liar’s look, wrapping her fingers around her hips. “Fair enough.” Held up my hands, showed her my palms. “I guess you could say this is my first yoga rodeo.” So, my initial plan was to just get it over with, explain what I was doing there, see how she reacted. But, the longer we talked, the more impossible I realized that would be. Bullets were already flying, ricocheting on the battlefield, and I needed a new strategy. After all, I’d have to reveal everything to her. No way in hell that would work. Think about it… Somehow a random stranger knew everything about her life, including her adoption. Also, I knew her birth father, was a friend of his. If that wasn’t enough to have her kicking me out the front door, she was the heir to a ranch I needed in the worst way. Course I was under the gun to get the damn deal done before Tucker tracked her down. My gut told me there had to be another way to make it happen, but my brain hadn’t bothered to provide me any details. Getting an eyeful of that tight, lean body of hers though, I knew one thing for sure. That dog wouldn’t hunt. This wasn’t the time or place to be in deal-making mode. “So,” she began, snapping me out of my strategizing. “Are you from out of town? Here on business?” “No, Dallas born and bred.” “Uh huh.” Jessie deadpanned. “Hmm, why do I feel like you don’t belong in a yoga studio?” “Because I don’t. Said so yourself.” “Well, do you think you’ll come back? Hot yoga isn’t the easiest class for a beginner. We have other options.” “Do you teach any of those options?” “No. I only teach the advanced classes.” “I suppose I’ll have to take my chances then. Hope I don’t turn myself into a pretzel in the meantime.” She chirped a melodic laugh – the type a man never tires of hearing. It was like the first bird you hear when Spring’s sprung at last. When she finished, Jessie drew her hands together at her waiflike waist, smiling so bright, I swore I saw it twinkle. “Well, it was nice meeting you. I’ve got one more class to teach, so if you’ll excuse me, I need to get ready for it.” “Pleasure,” I replied, stepping to one side and letting her pass. When she walked off, my body caught fire. Barely an hour in her presence and that little woman stirred sensations inside of me that’d been dormant for a long damn time. She turned and looked at me over her shoulder, catching me in the act. Didn’t matter. I wasn’t ashamed of anything. I stared right back at her, letting her know there’d be more sweat in our future and not a yoga mat in sight. After she left though, I blew out a long breath. I wouldn’t go so far as to say her beauty and gentle spirit hypnotized me, but it was awful close. That little dove was a far cry from the viper pit of the social scene around Dallas. Over the years, I’d seen some women do crazy shit to remain in my orbit. But Jessie? She didn’t know a thing about me. She was just… herself. No pretending. No gold-digging. No horseshit games. “Hmm,” I muttered, wiping my brow with the towel. “This is gonna be a problem.” A serious problem. Damn it to hell, Colt.
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