Spotlight and Sweepstakes: Snake’s Rage (Book #2: Road Warriors MC Series) by Raven Featherwood

Snake: My mind is blown! All I needed was some damn help in the bar. Not more trouble in the form of a leggy sex kitten that made me lose my damn mind. If only Cat wasn’t still so fragile. One minute I was wishing I had some help and the next this hot as hell redhead is dancing on my bar with me. 
Of course, I hired her. That sinfully delicious body, and those innocent eyes. Talk about standing at attention, every nerve in my body was aware of her. It may have been a bit over the top, what happened in my office while supposedly doing her new hire paperwork. But I couldn’t resist the pull. She possessed me as much as I possessed that tight body of hers. I need more of that, at least a little more, enough to get her out of my system. I will never let a woman get to me, get inside my head, ever again. Besides, I’m a Road Warrior, I have all the women I want, I will never again let feelings for a woman dictate my actions. Not going there, no matter how hot she is or how my body aches for her.
Rory: I got the job! Let’s hope I keep it. Sleeping with the boss is never a good idea. But he is so hot, and talk about put together. He has the most magnificent body, it just makes me ache to run my hands all over him.
I can’t believe it, a new job, and a hot man. Next I’ll get an apartment, and see where this new relationship takes me. I hope back into his arms, I just need to touch him, kiss him, taste him. Yes, it’s time to move on, let the past go, live in the now.
Too bad my past doesn’t agree, and in fact is about to intrude on my idyllic fantasy. See, my past, my rapists, are Road Warriors too.
His brothers and his club? Or the woman who is fast becoming the very reason his heart beats? As their pasts collide with their futures, will Rory and Snake be able to overcome and be together or will the pull of the past finally win out?
 

Excerpt and Sweepstakes: The Russian Savage: Enemy of the Bratva (Book #2: Krasnov Brothers) by Rie Warren


I am her enemy.
And I’m going to make her mine.
She might never forgive me, but I don’t care. 
Saving the daughter of an enemy was not my intention but, now that I have her, I intend to keep her. Nothing is going to stop me from using this mafia heiress as I see fit, not even her personal vendetta that pits her family against the Bratva. 
Kidnapping the beautiful Italian princess is in my best interests even if it’s not good for her. Because I have wicked secrets of my own, which I intend to play out on her luscious body. 
She will be my prized possession come hell, high water, or a vicious new war. 
The Russian Savage is Arkady’s story and is book two in the Krasnov Brothers series. No cliffhangers. No cheating. Includes vivid, steamy scenes. Can be read as a standalone.

Excerpt from: The Russian Savage: Enemy of the Bratva (Book #2: Krasnov Brothers):

My heart beat a mile a minute, and I kept my eyes glued to the daunting man before quickly taking stock of my situation. Arkady had brought me to what appeared to be a well-maintained house close to the alley where I’d been accosted. 

Glancing to my right, I noted the hallway we’d come down. Now I sat in the middle of a large midnight blue sofa with two leather club chairs angled across from me. A brick fireplace and tall windows dominated the room almost as much as Arkady’s foreboding presence did. 

His gaze left me only to inspect the purse he’d stolen from me. 

When I began to get up, he pointed in my direction. “Don’t move, Lucia.” 

The stark coldness in his voice reflected in the iced-over blue of his eyes. 

Fear froze in my veins, and I clamped my hands between my thighs in hopes of hiding my trembling fingers. 

What if he killed me now?

Who would find me then?

My father would bury two children in the space of three months. 

The gag made it difficult to breathe but, after another threatening look from Arkady, I didn’t dare remove it, not even though air staggered in and out of my lungs.

He made quick work of the contents of my handbag, emptying everything onto a side table adorned only by a trio of tall ivory candles in black enamel holders. After poking through my cosmetics bag and even feeling along every inch of the lining for hidden items, he scooped the small satchel back into my purse. 

He hummed when he found my keys and the small pepper spray canister attached. He placed my keychain aside then looked through my feminine hygiene products and birth control pills, which made my cheeks flame brightly. 

I almost looked away but, when he glanced at me and saw my embarrassment, I glared even harder. 

Maiale!

I cursed a muffled noise when he retrieved my phone. Then he paced to me, and his hand shot out as fast as a whip. 

I winced, recoiling from a blow that never came. 

His face took on an unreadable expression before he gave two sharp tugs to the gag stuffed between my lips. The pocket square removed, I took a deep stuttering breath, and he raised the phone screen to my face. 

He had the device unlocked in an instant from my facial ID. 

Lunging up from the deep cushions, I tried to throw myself at him—shove him off-balance, do anything to escape—but he merely sat me back down with one hand centered on my chest. 

“Those are my personal belongings!” Red hot anger laced my voice. 

“Not anymore.” His face hardened into harsh angles, those snapping blue eyes of his even deeper in contrast to his dark hair. 

Every motion he made was precise while pure chilling menace rolled off him in frigid waves. 

The side of my face throbbed, my knee hurt, my pants were ripped, and I was thirsty and tired and running on pure adrenaline alone. 

I was helpless to do anything to protect myself, and that was the worst blow of all. 

He spent no more than a few minutes on my phone and must’ve gleaned whatever information he wanted because he removed the SIM card and smashed it beneath his shoe. 

My heart kicked up its wild beating, and I felt like I’d start hyperventilating. 

Next, he expertly found the tracker hidden within the phone’s case and crushed it just like he had the card. He discovered a second tracker sewed into the lining of my handbag, and I swore softly beneath my breath. 

He sent the most sinister, most triumphant smile my way, and my hands grew clammy. 

“Stand,” he ordered after returning the non-contraband items to my purse. 

I rose to my feet, nails digging into my palms. I wanted nothing more than to lay a stinging slap across his arrogant face. 

“Jewelry,” he said. 

“You’re stealing my jewelry? You’re no better than those street thugs,” I spat out. 

He said nothing more, holding his hand outstretched. 

Knees quaking, I removed my diamond stud earrings, the slim gold chain around my neck, an antique opal ring left to me from my nonna, and the heavy bangle bracelet from my wrist. 

He took all the items and examined those too. Finding them clean of bugs, he dropped those into my handbag, which he then tossed at me. 

When he pivoted away, I rushed at him from behind. 

I didn’t even make contact before he whirled around to capture me in an iron-like embrace. Snarling wildly, I pummeled him on his unyielding chest, but my hands made little impact on his hard musculature. 

I’d never detested a man more than I did in that moment.

When I jerked my leg to knee him in the balls, he released me so fast I stumbled. I didn’t even get a chance to steady myself before he grasped me behind the legs and swiftly tipped me onto my back. I landed on the floor, scrabbling to get back up. 

He simply reached down, heaved me back up, and pinned me against his body, once more demonstrating his overwhelming power. 

His face darkened, restrained fury thinning his lips and, with one hand, he clasped my wrists behind my back. 

The next thing I knew, he held the barrel of his gun against the bruised side of my face. 

Breath left my mouth in a hiss as cold metal kissed the skin of my throbbing temple. 

Arkady slid the barrel down and across my lips. 

True terror seizing my insides, I clamped my mouth shut, and his eyes became deadly blue slits as he skimmed the gun beneath my chin. 

Then I felt two hard things at the same time—the muzzle of the gun pressed beneath my chin to angle my face up and the rigid thickness of his cock nestled tightly against me.

“Are you scared of me yet, dragotsennaya printsessa.” Gruff hoarseness deepened his voice. 

I was petrified and, yet, sudden intense so-wrong arousal tickled across my body to settle low in my belly.

“Yes,” I whispered. 

“Good.” 

I heard him holstering the sidearm then his hand was at my throat. 

I became transfixed by the different kind of heat that entered his blue eyes. Smoldering heat. Male lust as he squeezed my neck, and my nipples traitorously pinged up within the cups of my bra. 

Arkady’s head bent toward mine as his hand moved up my elongated neck. 

Heat flashed. I thought he was going to kiss me. His mouth would be warm and firm, unlike the kiss of his gun. His hard cock pressed into my belly, and fluttery sensation swarmed lower to pool between my thighs. 

His lips barely whispered across my cheek, and my breath hitched in my throat. 

My head was spinning. 

I had no idea what was going on. 

His grip on my neck tightened then loosened then squeezed again, and his lips touched the shell of my ear. 

I almost moaned before I swallowed the sound. 

I was pressed wholly against this killer Russian who’d just held a gun to my head, and illicit lust spiraled out of control inside of me. 

“I don’t need a gun to make you do what I want, Lucia.” His deep drugging voice made my toes curl.

Badass, sassafras Rie Warren is an OG Amazon All Star author of Bad Boy books and MC romance. She delivers five star sex, suspense, and the best banter around. Her stories are one hundred percent original, do not contain fluffy plots or virgin brides, and wring every last emotion from readers to leave them with a satisfied smile. Rie’s tough alpha males are never brought to heel, but are instead healed by the feisty femme fatale of their perfect match.

She grew up in Maine, went to college in Iowa (Iowa, what?), lived in Scotland, and married in Englishman. In true roundabout fashion, they came back to the States, settled in South Carolina’s lowcountry, putting down southern roots and pursuing their arty endeavors. Tale spinner and character diviner, Rie is a lover of sleep, wine, and rude memes often involving either Disney characters or Winnie the Pooh. She is raising two teen daughters along with an entire brain full of unruly characters.

Rough-talking alpha men? Rie has that on tap.
Stubborn sassy heroines? You bet.
Smoldering sex scenes that’ll set your Kindle on fire? Check, check, check.
Keep a fan handy, you’ll need it.

Follow the signup link below to her romance newsletter for sneak peeks, new releases, first looks, and her quirky sense of humor.
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Spotlight: Behemoth (Book #1: Grimm Wolves MC Series) by D.M. Earl

How does a man live two lives? One part is with honor as a firefighter and the other questionable as a nomad in a motorcycle club. Add into the already confusing mix an unbelievable skill set that allows him the uncanny ability to absorb other’s thoughts and emotions, and things can become complicated.
Francis M. Stein, aka Stitch is surviving the best he can with the hand he has been dealt. He has found an extended family in his brothers in both his firehouse and MC. Still he is alone, isolated, and living a solitary life, seeing no changes in his immediate future. He is simply existing. 
That is until a young boy named Damien enters his life and introduces him to everything he is missing. Francis finally is able to see a future for himself that includes a woman of his own and a family. Grace Sinclair is everything he could ever dream of and more. 
As with everything in Francis’ life, there is good and there is bad. Will Francis, Grace, and Damien be able to overcome their problems for a happily ever after or will fate once again cause chaos for them? Only time will tell.



USA Today Bestselling author D. M. Earl spins stories about real life situations with characters that are authentic, genuine and sincere. Each story allows the characters to come to life with each turn of the page while they try to find their HEA through much drama and angst.
DM resides in Northwest Indiana with her husband and 8 fur babies. When not writing she loves to read, ride her Harley and garden. Also DM likes to spend time with her family and friends.

 

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Cover Reveal: Protecting Anna (A Lucky Strike Lovers Novel) by Julia Jarrett

A snowstorm brought them together, but her past might tear them apart…
Bartender Ryan Carlisle is ready to leave his playboy days behind. He used to believe commitment was something to be wary of but watching his best friend fall in love and get engaged has him starting to think differently. His path to finding love won’t be easy, since the first and only woman to stir his protective instincts and make him dream of forever, is running scared and looking for a place to start over.
When Anna Thorn comes into his pub, desperate for a safe harbor, the last thing either of them expects is the thrill of instant attraction. They’re both trying to move on from their past and find happiness in their future. Together, they must learn to trust, and ultimately, to love.
As Anna’s past catches up to her, their relationship – and her life – will be thrown into jeopardy.

 

Julia Jarrett is a busy mother of two boys, a happy wife to her real-life book boyfriend and the owner of a rescue dog. She has a passion for writing contemporary romance novels that are full of relatable heroines and the men who fall in love with them. If she isn’t writing or chasing kids, she’s most likely drinking tea, reading a book and dreaming of a sunny vacation.
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Spotlight and Sweepstakes: Violence (Book #3: Antihero Inferno Series) by Lily White

Seventh Circle

Violence
Also Known As Ezra Cross

He’s one of a pair.
Identical twin to Damon.
And an enforcer for the Inferno if one is ever needed.

I knew better than to get involved with him.
With his aggression.
With the constant fights.
With the games the twins were known to play with every woman stupid enough to fall for them.

We made a mistake when we met again as adults.
I fell in love.
He fell in love.
His brother fell in love, too.

What used to be a good time is now a tragedy.

Our story is messy.
It’s cruel.
It’s forbidden.

Despite all that, Ezra refuses to let go.

*** Each novel in the series depicts a unique romance, but the plots through each book connect in one world. For the best experience, read the series in order.
Nine Dangerous Men. Nine Unrepentant Sinners. Nine Irresistible Manipulators.

 

 

Lily White is a romance writer who likes to dabble on the taboo side of eroticism. She is most known for her Masters Series, Target This, Wishing Well, and Asylum. In addition to dark romance Lily writes contemporary romance, taboo romance, and psychological thrillers. Lily enjoys stretching her writing muscles by continuing to challenge herself with each book she publishes.
 

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Cover Reveal: Eligible Receiver (Men of Fall Series) by S.R. Grey




Title: Eligible Receiver: Series: A Men of Fall Novel by S.R. Grey:Genre: Sports Romance/Romantic Comedy:Release Date: September 1, 2020:Cover Design: Najla Qamber Designs: Cover Model: Quin Bruce: Cover Photographer: Wander Aguiar Photography
Becca is a runner. She ran from me the first day we met, and she still runs all the time—from us, from what we could be. She tells me it’s because she doesn’t believe in love.

I tell her “Believe in me.” Because I, Lars Samuels, will rock her world and treat her like a queen.  She says, “Ha, I will never be caught.”  Good thing I’m really good at catching things. I should be. I’m the best wide receiver on the Columbus Comets football team.  I like winning. So I’m going to win her.  Once I catch her, of course. 

S.R. Grey is a USA Today Bestselling Author of the popular Boys of Winter hockey books and Men of Fall football novels. Both series can be read in any order or as standalones. Other New Adult and Romantic Suspense works of hers include the Judge Me Not books, the Promises series, the Inevitability duology, A Harbour Falls Mystery trilogy, and the Laid Bare series of novellas.
When not writing Ms. Grey can be found reading, traveling, running, and cheering for her hometown sports teams. Sometimes all at the same time!
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Spotlight: Bowed (Classical Badboys Duet #2) by MV Ellis

Rome:  We never play by the rules. In life, in music, or in bed. Rules are for those who give a f#ck what other people think. The only opinions we care about are our own. 
We love each other like brothers, only closer. We’re each other’s biggest support and greatest rival, and we give each other everything. In life, in music, and in bed. 
We’re the family we chose, not the one we were born with. Our bond is stronger than blood.  No woman has ever been a source of strain on our relationship.  Until we meet Quincy.  With her, something feels different.  We’re different.  She’s the piece of the puzzle we never even realized was missing.  But the friction she causes between us is like nothing we’ve ever felt toward each other, and it’s threatening to tear us apart.
I had her first. She wants him more. Why do I need to make her mine?

 

MV ELLIS knows what it’s like to fall head over heels in love with a badass musician. She followed her heart halfway around the world to be with one. She moved from London to Sydney after a steamy holiday romance with a sexy bass player in sultry Brazil.
Twelve years, two children and a dog later, and she’s still smitten. All this with a guy she sat next to on a bus for 36 hours! She has toured internationally as a ‘WAG’, and her experiences inspire her writing.
Ellis’ love of romance began when she was 11 years old, after a summer spent secretly reading her auntie’s books. She’s been a sucker for an alpha hero and strong heroine ever since.
An avid reader, Ellis always knew that she’d write a book of her own one day. She was right about that. Following a career spanning advertising, marketing, and social media, she finally wrote Catching London in 2017. She has continued to expand the Heartless Few series beyond Catching London, with releases planned through to 2020. In addition, she has launched a new four-part
series, Rough Ink series, set in the sexy world of a New York tattoo studio. Expect the same sexy badass guys, angst galore, witty banter, scorching bedroom scenes, and kickass sassy women; but with a whole new world, and cast of characters to get to know and love. Zed, the first book in the series launched in June 2019.

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Spotlight: A Cut So Deep (Thornes & Roses Series) by Dani René

Title: A Cut So Deep

Series: Thornes & Roses
Author: Dani René
Genre: Dark New Adult Romance
Release Date: July 23, 2020
Cover Design: Raven Designs
Cover Model: Karl Kugelmann
Photographer: Vincent Chine
DAMIEN: Handsome. Dangerous. Tortured.  From a young age I learned love is a smokescreen. It does nothing, but bring heartbreak and pain. My solace came from the darkness, from watching fear flicker in their pretty eyes. It’s all I knew.   Until her.  We’re forbidden. We shouldn’t crave this. But there’s no longer a way out. 
Unless we find common ground, unless I let her in. 
NESRIN: Polished. Pristine. Broken.   From a young age, I found solace in the dark, comfort in pain, and relief with a blade. It became normal to hide away, to watch the crimson trickle out as contentment flooded me. It’s all I knew.   Until him.  It’s illicit. It’s morally wrong. But desire has a mind of its own.   I thought I was free. But this love was a cut so deep, it would never heal.
 
Dani is a USA Today Bestselling Author of a variety of genres, from romantic suspense to dark erotic romance and even BDSM romance. She loves to delve into the raw, emotional journeys her characters venture on, and enjoys the dark, edgy, and sensual scenes that fill the pages of her books. Dani’s stories are seductive with a deviant edge with feisty heroines and dominant alphas.

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Excerpt: Revenge (Southside Skulls MC Series) by Jessie Cooke


On the outside, Dax Marshall, the charismatic, enigmatic leader of the Southside Skulls seems to have everything. 
He was born MC royalty, the little prince of the legendary Doc Marshall and the beautiful Dallas Paxton. 
He was handed the empire his father built when he was only twenty-one years old. 
He took it to new heights, and married the “perfect” woman and started the “perfect” family. 
He had the respect and admiration of hundreds, and to most he seemed blessed with even more than his fair share of good luck.
But even lucky men have secrets, and Dax Marshall is about to find out that nothing stays buried forever.
When fifteen-year-old Dax meets his first love, a series of events are set into motion that will take him from basking in the glow of young love to a murderous rampage that will span two decades, and threaten to destroy everyone and everything Dax Marshall has ever held dear.

Excerpt from Revenge (Southside Skulls MC Series):

The rain pelted Dax’s face, each icy drop like a slap against his frozen cheeks. The wind whipped through his wet hair, and his jeans and t-shirt clung to his body like a second skin. He was aware of it all, but vaguely. His attention was on the dark water that ran underneath the bridge he was standing on, and the two heavy trash bags that he’d just thrown over the railing and watched as they sank slowly into the Charles River.
He stood there until they’d completely disappeared, not even noticing the crimson-colored drops of rain that slid down his arms and rolled off his hands, finally splashing against the concrete at his feet. The icy rain stung the scratches on his arms, and he was faintly aware of the burning sensation that lay underneath the splotches of pink on his t-shirt where his skin had been torn open by the knife. Dizziness assaulted him all at once, and he reached out to grip the railing, closing his eyes to regain his bearings. As soon as he did, the entire scene began to replay itself in his head, beginning with getting off the plane at Boston’s Logan International Airport, early that afternoon.
He’d been physically and emotionally overwrought, and the only thing on his mind was getting home to his family. He slung his canvas bag over his shoulder and headed for the exit, but just before he got there, he was overcome by a blast from the past. It took a hell of a lot to shake Dax up, but at that moment he was shaken to his very core. The sights and sounds of the busy airport disappeared and he became acutely aware of his rapidly beating heart and the burn of the acid in his stomach and throat.
It had been at least twenty years since he’d seen the man’s face. There were light scars where the tattoos had been removed from his face, and the collar of his shirt hid the ones on his neck, if they were still there…but Dax knew without a doubt who he was looking at. The man’s eyes were focused on the woman he was talking to, but even from a distance, they were still like looking into bottomless pits of darkness.
Dax had been so overcome with emotion at that moment that he’d almost confronted the man right there in the airport. He was well versed in the art of self-control; he’d been trained by the best. But just then as his own blue eyes lay glued to the man’s face, he felt his restraint waning. He had to physically shake himself and take a deep breath and remind himself who he was. He was Dax Marshall, son of Doc Marshall and the leader of the largest MC on the East Coast. He wasn’t a little boy any longer and the man with the wicked black eyes no longer had any hold on him.
Instead of the confrontation that Dax physically ached for, he stood back, out of sight of the man and the woman the man was with. After a few minutes, the two kissed goodbye and the woman went toward the TSA checkpoint with her bag in tow. The dark-eyed man watched her until she disappeared around the corner, and then turned and headed for the door. Dax let him get a good distance ahead, and then he followed him out. At the time, he had no real plan for what he’d do when he got the man alone, but he knew he couldn’t let him get away…again. Dax had fantasized about this moment for years, and his fantasies were about to come true.
He followed the man to short term parking and watched him get into a late-model Lexus SUV. He hated taking a chance on losing him, but the parking garage was busy, and he knew security cameras were watching from every corner. He watched the man pull out of his parking spot, memorized the license plate number, and then on his way up the stairs to the level where his bike was parked, he called Hunter.
“Hey, boss!”
“Hunter, I need a name and address on a registration on a cream-colored Lexus LX with vanity plates. They’re Massachusetts plates, Lexi229.”
“You got it. You need this in a rush?”
“Yes, and Hunter, I also need you to forget I ever asked about this.”
“Give me five minutes, boss, and then it’ll be like I never heard from you.”
Dax thanked him and hung up. When he got to his bike he made another call, this one to Angel.
“Hi, baby! Are you on the ground?”
“Yeah, but unfortunately, on the ground in Dallas.”
“Dallas?”
“Yeah, my flight out of LAX was delayed and this one is grounded until morning. I’m sorry, but I won’t be home until tomorrow.”
“Oh…damn.”
“Everything okay there? You and Susie doing okay?”
“Yeah, baby, we’re fine. The guys are always looking out for us. I just miss you and I have something I wanted to talk to you about.”
“I miss you too, and we’ll talk as soon as I get home.”
“Okay. I love you.”
“I love you more, baby.”
Dax felt a flutter of guilt for lying to his old lady. He rarely did that, but there were some things that she didn’t need to know…some things no one needed to know…and this was one of them. He unlocked his saddlebag and took out his kutte and put it on. He didn’t travel with it unless he was on his bike, representing his club. He slapped on his half-shell helmet then and threw a leg over his bike. He’d just settled into the leather seat when Hunter called him back. The car didn’t belong to the man; it was registered to a woman. Dax was relieved to hear the woman had the same last name as the man he was chasing, however, because that meant they probably shared an address as well. He thought about how lucky it was that the woman was boarding a plane; hopefully that meant he’d have the dark-eyed man all to himself.
Dax put the address Hunter gave him into his GPS and took off. The address was at a house in Newton that was only about a thirty-five-minute drive from the airport. Newton was a suburb near downtown Boston where the median income was six figures. If the black-eyed man owned property there, Dax didn’t doubt that property had been built on the backs and blood of other men, women…and probably children as well.
“Boss?” Now Dax looked up from the dark water into the eyes of his SA. Cody stood there holding a paper bag, as soaked to the skin as Dax was and looking at his president with worried eyes. Dax took the heavy bag out of Cody’s hand and opened it up far enough to look down into it. Satisfied with what he saw, he pulled his arm back like a professional baseball player and tossed it over the rail. He listened for the splash and then looked at Cody and said:
“It’s done. We better get out of here before the sun comes up. I’ll meet you back at the house.” Dax spent three hours at that house in Newton before he called Cody. Once Cody arrived, the two men spent another two or three hours there. It would still take them several more hours to do what they needed to do there and by that time, the sun would be up and Dax would need to decide what to tell Angel about his wounds before heading home. He hadn’t slept in almost forty-eight hours at that point, but there was no time for that. No rest for the wicked. With one last glance over the railing he pulled the Lexus keys out of his pocket, looked at Cody again, and said, “I’m sorry for dragging you into this.”
Cody wasn’t much of a talker, but he touched Dax on the shoulder and gave him a look that said everything he was feeling. The young man was loyal to a fault, and Dax knew that he’d be more upset with Dax for not calling him than he ever would be at him for reaching out for help. Cody was a good man, but he was a good man with a dark past, and Dax knew firsthand that darkness can be suppressed, but never completely extinguished. Sometimes he felt guilty knowing that darkness was what made Cody most invaluable to him on nights like this, and he couldn’t know that and not wonder, at what cost did it come to his young brother?

 

Dax climbed back behind the wheel of the Lexus and watched in the rearview mirror as Cody walked up the road to where he’d left his bike. Once he heard the Harley fire up, and Cody’s headlight came on, Dax started the car. As he pulled it out onto the road, he glanced into the rearview mirror again. This time, instead of seeing what was right behind him, he saw a pair of accusing blue eyes looking back at him. He remembered that feeling of hate that had hissed like hot lead through his veins as soon as the man with the dark eyes had opened the front door, and he remembered the five minutes of satisfaction that he’d had before the reality of what he’d just done had set in. And now…all he felt was numb.

Jessie Cooke writes hot romance novels about tough guys, bad boys, bikers, fighters and lovers and the women of strong character who tame them.


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Spotlight: Long Flight Home by Cassandra Cripps

I live my life by rules – too many fucking rules. But, it’s the only way. I messed up once. I slept with the wrong girl.
Never again.
The rules are my life, my guide. Until she walks in, and one by one, they all crumble.
She doesn’t slowly creep her way in like a worm. No, she soars in, like an eagle, refusing to be ignored and digging her claws into my heart. Leaving me vulnerable, wanting more.
Wanting her.
Gracie
Home. Happiness. The words used to mean something.
Until that night – over a decade ago. When they were stolen from me and my parents forced us to move.
Now, I’m back in Alaska, flying bush planes for Homer Air. And, I’ll fight every step I take until they are real again. The only problem is the reclusive fisherman whom I can’t stop thinking about, despite us fighting every time I see him.


 

 
 

Cassandra cusses like a sailor, is addicted to tattoos, hardcore music, and chocolate. Her kids believe that she is an actual vampire. Oh, and occasionally, she has been known to write a book or two when not busy in her garden.   Her novels straddle the line between taboo romance and romantic suspense. With themes as complex and varied as the author herself, they are sure to leave you on the edge of your seat.

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