SimmerAn Infernal World Novella by Measha Stone Publication Date: June 30, 2020 Genres: Psychological Thriller
Purchase: AmazonWe’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.
Title: Never Trust a Bad Boy
Author: Kira Adams
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Designer: Alora Kate
Hosted by: Lady Amberâs PR
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.
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 couldnât 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 wasnât 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, Iâd be fine with that.
Title: Stealing Home
Author: Lynn Stevens
Genre: Adult Sports Romance
Cover Designer: The Sinful Hoarder
Publication Date: June 30th, 2020
Hosted by: Lady Amberâs PR
Going home is rarely a good idea, until you discover what home really means.
After the disaster of Westlandâs steroid scandal, Chuck Mathis knows his baseball dreams are kaput; so he decides to focus on his other dream: psychology. Heâll graduate from Westland University, then heâll leave Madison to earn his masterâs 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 fatherâs slow-pitch softball team over the summer. Sophie manages the team. Sheâs 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.
Itâs an impossible decision.
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.
The field wasnât 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.
âCan I help you?â 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 couldnât quite place where Iâd seen her before.
âIâm Chuck.â I held out my hand. She stared at it and crossed her arms over her chest. âMathis. Chuck Mathis.â
âOh,â she said. Recognition of my last name dawned in her brown eyes, but that didnât change her stance one bit. âOh, well. Everything going well here. Weâre ready for our first game next week and ââ
âSweetheart, Iâm here to play.â I drug out each word like an asshole.
She snorted and turned around, muttering, âYa 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 didnât bother to control his laughter. I shook my head at him.
ââYa right?â Whatâs that supposed to mean?â I touched her shoulder, which was the wrong thing to do by the way she spun back around to face me.
âFirst, donât ever touch me again. Second, Iâm not your sweetheart.â Her finger jammed into my chest as each word shot from her mouth. âThird, I donât need some hotshot college player taking over my team. Mr. Mathis made it clear I could manage this year and thatâs what I plan to do. So you can pick your bag up and go back to Westland. Iâm sure there are plenty of people there that wouldnât mind having you around.â
Actually that was the last thing I wanted to do. This chick didnât need to know that though. This chick did need to know that I wasnât planning on taking over the team. Yeah, Iâd run it in the past but that was the past.
âI donât know why youâre here,â she said. Her stone gaze softened as she tilted her head to the side. âJust go.â
âLook, sweetheart, Iâm not going to step on your toes.â I held up my hands in defeat and stepped back to put some distance between us. âIâm just here to play. Thatâs all.â
She rubbed her hand over her face. No makeup. Damn me to hell, if that wasnât the sexiest thing Iâd ever seen. The au natural look worked for her.
âReally.â I leaned down so she could hear me loud and clear. âIf Dad told you to manage the team, then manage the team. I wonât get in your way. And having a ringer wonât hurt one bit. Especially if theyâre as bad as theyâve always been.â
She smiled. All my previous perceptions about her disappeared. Iâd thought she was at least in her thirties, but once the scowl was gone, Iâd 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 didnât need to start either. Chicks were not in my immediate future and a horrible one was in my not-so-distant past. Nope, it didnât 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 wasnât going to get involved in anything more than a one-night stand at this point.
âFine, but youâre gonna have to listen to me. If I put on the shift, then shift. And if you call me sweetheart one more time, youâll see what a ball buster I can be.â She walked backward away from me and shouted over her shoulder. âHope 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 didnât even glance at me. Very well. Not every girl needed to appreciate my fine form. I didnât need a girl anyway. That was definitely something Iâd have to remind myself of every single day this summer. Once my final year in college started, maybe Iâd consider it. And, like I said, a one-nighter wasnât out of the question. Just not with anyone who worked for the almighty Charles Mathis.
âIâm not,â a deep voice said behind me. I turned around and leered at the man. Roger Dorsey didnât stare, he glared with outright hatred. He still played the bully. It never worked on me.
âWhyâs that?â the new manager said.
“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.
The Memo: What Women of Color Need To Know To Secure A Seat At The Table Book Tour Author: Minda Harts
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.
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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.
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
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.
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.
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 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…
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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