Thursday, April 27, 2017

CINDERELLA AND THE MAJOR by Cynthia VonRooy

Cinderella and the Major
By
Cynthia Van Rooy
Blurb:
Cinderella is Going to the Ball!
Harmony McMahon, Mensa member and computer genius needs an escort for her ten-year high school reunion. A nerd wallflower in high school, she wants to flaunt her adult financial and professional success. Her problem? She’s still a nerd wallflower.
When wounded warrior Marine Corps officer, Major Conner Talbot, offers a day and evening with him in a fundraising auction, Harmony knows he would be the perfect impressive date for her reunion. She can bask in his reflected glory. Conner falls for the woman Harmony hides behind the wallflower exterior. But his ex-wife fell in love with him because he was in the military. Can there be a happily-ever- after with another woman who only sees his uniform? And if he can’t get back into fighting shape after his injury, he might not be wearing it much longer.
Bio: Cynthia VanRooy, a three-time finalist for the San Diego Book Awards, a finalist for the Independent eBook Awards for Romance, and a finalist for the PASIC Book of Your Heart Award, came by her love of books early. She grew up the daughter of a career army officer and moved often. By the time she graduated from high school she had attended eleven different schools! It was difficult making new friends every other year or so, and she spent a lot of time happily curled up alone with a book. She would no sooner finally have friends, than it was time to move again. All she needed to relieve the loneliness was a library where she could always find her favorite authors.
She was living in Hawaii when she met her husband, a handsome young naval officer who swept her off her feet in the best romance-novel tradition. In fact, their first date was New Year’s Eve on Waikiki Beach. Life was setting her up to write romance novels, She just didn’t know it yet. And she was still moving every two years. Hawaii, Scotland, and Japan are just a few of the places she has called home. She loves writing romance. In her books, she likes to explore the difference between what the characters think they want and what they ultimately discover they really want, a personal journey to which most people can relate. She finds the innate optimism and happy endings in the genre uplifting. Cynthia believes there is enough misery and despair in the world without putting it on the page. Romance is her small effort to bring a higher love vibration to the planet. It’s called light reading for a reason!
For more information go to https://www.CynthiaVanRooy.com
  “I know when I pick up a Cynthia VanRooy romance, I’m getting a book with characters I really care about and a compelling story.”−Victoria Johnson, author of All I Need to Know in Life, I Learned from Romance Novels
“Cynthia VanRooy writes clearly drawn, appealing characters in a sexy love story that captivates the senses.”−USA Today bestselling author, Christie Ridgway
“Cynthia VanRooy’s richly developed characters don’t read like fiction, but rather real people who just happen to live on the pages of her books.”−Dr. Judythe London, Ph.D., author of Dating the Write Way
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Dropout







































































JIMMY
Over the past year, I’ve been called a lot of things. Slacker. Troublemaker. Party animal.
I thought I was on top of the world. Turns out, I was pretty close to rock bottom.
Now I have a new title: college dropout.
Talk about a reality check.
But I’ve got a chance to redeem myself. One summer to turn things around. Two months to prove I’m not a complete f*ck-up.
It’s time to change.
I want to get back to being one of the good guys.

MACKENNA
I have everything I need to live out my dream of being a reclusive songwriter—my guitar, my notebook, and blissful silence.
At least, I did until Jimmy moved in next door.
With tattoos, piercings, and mischievous green eyes, he’s got bad news written all over him. And last time I got with a bad boy, it ended horribly.
Jimmy makes me feel things I shouldn’t feel. Want things I shouldn’t want. He’s a hazard to my carefully laid plans.
But he’s only here for two months.
I can resist him...right?






*Although DROPOUT is part of a series, it can be enjoyed as a standalone.












Jimmy Buffet’s ‘Cheeseburger in Paradise’ blared through the house, and I followed the music to the kitchen. I wasn’t sure what I would find, but as long as it wasn’t my neighbor making out with her neighbor I was good.
Turning the corner, I stopped dead in my tracks at the sight in front of me.
It wasn’t Beverly. Or Ernie.
And I most definitely wasn’t good.
A guy wearing nothing but camo-print underwear and a peach-colored apron stood in front of the stove. He was facing away from me, and I caught sight of a large tattoo—angel wings—across the expanse of his muscular back.
Surprised, I let out a high-pitched squeak. The sound got the stranger’s attention and he started to pivot in my direction.
My eyes fell to his sculpted ass, the muscles flexing as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. He wore briefs. Not boxers or boxer-briefs—actual tighties. No guy should look good in those, but damn, he did.
His black hair was shorter on the sides and longer on top. Some of the inky strands fell over his forehead, falling to just above his bright green eyes.
His lips were parted in surprise, and something flipped in my stomach at the sight of his mouth. The bottom lip was twice the size of the top. Plump. Pouty.
Dark tattoos painted his chest and he had colorful flowers down the length of his left arm. And…
Is that a nipple piercing?
Because of the apron, I couldn’t see his abs, but my guess was that he had a solid six-pack under there.
I opened my mouth to say something—anything.
I wanted to ask him what he was doing in Beverly’s house. Or apologize for walking in on him while he was naked.
Instead, my social awkwardness presented itself full-force with the words that tumbled out of my mouth next.
“If you tried to hide in the woods, at least no one would be able to see your ass.”
His emerald eyes widened. “What?”
Figuring he probably didn’t hear me the first time because of the loud music, I raised my voice. “Camouflage underwear. Your butt would totally blend in with the bushes.”
Looking like he was caught between laughing and being outraged, he opened his mouth to respond.
Then all hell broke loose.














































Jamie Schlosser grew up on a farm in Illinois surrounded by cornfields. Although she no longer lives in the country, her dream is to return to rural living someday. As a stay-at-home mom, she spends most of her days running back and forth between her two wonderful kids and her laptop. She loves her family, iced coffee, and happily ever afters.



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Father by Clarissa Wild

Title: Father
Author: Clarissa Wild
Genre: Romance Suspense/Taboo Romance
Release Date: April 25, 2017
Cover Designer: Booming Covers
Confess your sin.
People call me Father, but I prefer Frank because I’m the worst preacher you’ll ever meet.
Days spent completely wasted pull a number on you, especially when you’ve got a truckload of baggage that comes with it.
Until this beautiful girl in the back of the church takes my breath away.
…And we end up committing sacrilege in the confessional.
Did I mention I’m filthy?
Bad doesn’t even begin to describe me, and after one taste of what she’s got to offer, I want more.
Too bad having a dirty mind isn’t the only thing we’ve got in common…
Our past is laced with sin.
Author’s Note: This book is not for everyone. It’s raw. It’s vulgar. It’s downright offensive. But it’s oh so damn delicious with a capital D. If you are easily offended or prudish, please don’t read this book. But if you like a bit of humor mixed in with raunchiness and brawling, you’ll love this book.
Contains disturbing situations, strong language, and graphic violence.
“Fuck …” she murmurs, and she bites my lip, drawing more blood. “I fucking hate you so much right now.”
“Hmm … I can tell,” I muse, licking the top of her lips and pulling her closer. “And I fucking hate that too.”
“Fuck you; you’re the cause of all this,” she whispers as I let my tongue roam free across her neck.
“You were the one who seduced me. This is what you get,” I tease, licking her skin.
She leans back and tries to smack me again, but this time I grasp both her wrists and pin them to the wall. “You wanna do this the hard way? You got it,” I growl, and I nudge her legs apart with my knee. “But I’m not going anywhere, and you know it.”
“Damn you,” she hisses, so I cover her mouth with mine to stop the complaining.
She wants this.
She clearly does, or she wouldn’t have kissed me.
She’s just mad that she does, and that’s okay. I’m pissed off too.
But that doesn’t mean we can’t fix this shit.
And what better way to make up than with a bit of hard, rough fucking? Nothing.
So I curl my fingers under her shirt and rip it off, not giving a shit that it’s tearing at the seams. And lucky me … she’s not even wearing a bra.
“Hey!” she calls out, but I smother her with more kisses and lick the seam of her mouth until she parts her lips and lets me in. My tongue always shuts her up.
Her tits are a handful and feel so nice as I rub my thumb across her nipples, hardening them.
“You know you like this,” I murmur against her lips, grinning like a motherfucker as I twist her nipple.
“Shut up,” she growls, and she rakes her fingers through my hair as she kisses me.
“We’ll see about that,” I mutter. “After I take your ass.”
Her comeback is to rip off my shirt and buttons fly everywhere.
I love it when she gets feisty.
I spin her around so she’s facing the wall. “Mine.”
Mine? You wish,” she says, so I push my hard-on against her thighs.
“Oh yes, you’re mine, all right. Feel this? That’s what you do to me. That’s how crazy you make me, even when we hate each other’s guts.”
“Just fuck me. I’m done talking,” she hisses, eyeing me from over her shoulder as my hand slithers down her belly.
I rip down her zipper and pull the button loose, taking down her pants and underwear in one go.
She squeals again, but I cover her mouth with my hand and whisper, “Don’t want the kids to hear you moan …”
She still looks furious as my hand dives between her legs. I grin when I feel her slickness, even when she tries to keep her legs together.
“See?” I muse.
“I so wanna smack that grin off your face,” she growls.
“You can try … but nothing can beat this.” I rub my fingers up and down her slit, slowly easing her into it until her legs part and I can swivel across her clit. “As much as I hate to say it … you’re mine now, and I don’t let go of what’s mine.”
She smiles again and bites her lip, looking at me with those dreamy eyes. Gosh, I wanna kiss her so badly. And then I figure … why not?
So I grab her face and pull her close until our lips touch and our mouths lock. I can’t help but smile as I kiss her because every second I taste her on my lips is another win.
She’s everything I ever wanted, and I think I’m only just beginning to understand what this means for me. For us. For the future.
When our lips unlatch, her face still hovers so close to mine. I can feel her hot breath on my skin, and it makes me wanna do all the dirty stuff I promised the nurses I wouldn’t. The question is: Would anyone notice if we did?
“I know what you’re thinking, and the answer is no,” she quips, putting up a finger.
“Aw … c’mon.” I sigh.
“No! This is a hospital, for crying out loud.” She snorts. “But I’m glad your dick still works perfectly fine.”
“You can break my bones and shoot me down, but nothing will ever stop this monster dick from getting stiff as a rod, trust me.”
She snorts, and I kiss her again for good measure, tasting the sweetness that is her mouth so I can remember it while I’m stuck in this stupid hospital bed and she’s gone home.
“Ugh … I wish I could stay,” she murmurs against my lips.
“Can’t you?”
“I’m not a patient, remember?”
“You could be. There’s an empty bed. I’ll kick Carl out.”
She sniggers from my comment. “You’ll be out in no time.”
“And what then?” I ask. “Are you coming to live with me in the church or …?”
“No, thanks. I don’t wanna get killed by Margaret. Or worse … give her a heart attack.”
“Heart attack?” I frown.
“She’d die of one if she caught us having sex one more time.”
I laugh. “Well, she’ll just have to deal with that then. I mean, c’mon, a man’s got his needs, right? She knows that.”
“Does she even like me?” she asks, toying with my hair.
“Of course, she does.” I grab her hand and kiss the back. “You like me … so she likes you too. The two go hand in hand.”
“Really?” She raises a brow. “Because I know what we did last time we were there, and it wasn’t pretty.”
“We’ll be more … secretive from now on,” I muse, biting my lip. “And I can’t wait to defile the church all over again.” I grunt and pull her onto the bed with me, smashing my lips to hers, fiercely taking her.
I can’t help myself. It’s just the way I am. A needy asshole who can’t get enough of her.
“Stop,” she murmurs, grinning. “We have to behave.”
“For now. But wait until I’m outta here. Then we’ll see how bad I can get.”
“Who says I wanna?”
“Don’t lie to yourself,” I tease, poking her in the belly. “You and I both know you want me.”
“Fine.” She rolls her eyes. “I’ll take you back, but …” She pushes me back with a flat hand. “You still have some making up and groveling to do, Mister.”
With a lopsided smile, I say, “Call me Father Frank … and I’ll make you confess all your sins.”
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Clarissa Wild is a New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author, best known for the dark Romance novel Mr. X. Her novels include the Fierce Series, the Delirious Series, the Stalker Duology, Twenty-One (21), Ultimate Sin, Viktor, Bad Teacher, RUIN, and the Indecent Games Series. She is an avid reader and writer of sexy stories about hot men and feisty women. Her other loves include her furry cat friend and learning about different cultures. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, reading tons of books and cooking her favorite meals.
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The Perfect Illusion







































It’s only pretend…

And it’s only three months.

I’m in the midst of scrawling “I QUIT!” onto his fancy cardstock letterhead when my boss corners me. He needs a favor, he says. And then he asks how well I can act …

Hudson Rutherford needs a fiancée.

With his old-moneyed parents forcing him to marry some bratty hotel heiress and his hedonistic, playboy lifestyle at stake, the only way to get them to back off is to make them think he’s truly, madly, deeply in love … with me—his third personal assistant this year.

But I can hardly stand working for him as it is.

Hudson is crazy hot and well-aware. He’s arrogant, spoiled, and silver-spooned. He checks me out when he thinks I’m not looking, and his life is a revolving door of beautiful women. Plus, he can’t even pronounce my name correctly—how’s he going to convince his family he’s in love with me?!

I’m seconds from giving him a resounding “no” when he flashes his signature dimpled smirk and gives me a number that happens to contain a whole mess of zeroes …

On second thought, I think I can swallow my pride.

But, oh baby, there’s one thing I haven’t told him, one teensy-tiny thing that could make this just a hair complicated …

Here’s hoping this entire thing doesn’t explode in our faces.

















“What? What are you thinking?” I ask.
Her brows lift. “That this entire thing sounds insane. And that you’re insane.”
“Maybe it is. And maybe I am. But I know it could work.”
She turns to me, her eyes holding mine. “Why me, though? I can’t stand you and you’re well aware.”
“That’s exactly why it has to be you.”
“You can’t tell me that out of the assortment of women I’ve seen waltzing in and out of your life the last two months, not one of them would be jumping at the chance to help you with this.”
“You’re right. They would be. But then they’d want something more, and quite frankly, I have nothing more to give than my last name and a comfortable lifestyle,” I say, checking my wristwatch. “You, Mari … you wouldn’t want more from me, and that’s exactly why you’re the only one I trust.”
“I don’t know how I could convince anyone I’m in love with someone who gets under my skin the way you do, Hudson.”
“You said you could act.” I lift a brow.
“I … yeah … I guess? But can you?”
Stepping toward her, I take her by the wrist and guide her off the bar stool, pulling her body against mine, meeting her curious gaze with my own sultry version. Cupping her soft cheek in my right hand and letting my fingers graze the nape of her neck, I lift her mouth, holding mine inches from hers.
She breathes me in, her stare unblinking. My left hand circles her waist, feeling it cave with my touch.
“I’ve never told you this before … but the day I met you, I knew there was something special about you. And something tells me you’re about to become the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” I say, my words slow and gentle as our eyes lock. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you, until we’re old and gray. We might drive each other crazy, our path may be a bit bumpy at times, but we’re going to love every minute of it. Marry me, Maribel Collins. Be my wife. I don’t want anyone but you.”
Stillness lingers between us, and then she releases a shuddering breath before blinking. Peeling herself from me, she tucks her thick blonde hair behind her ears before resting her hands on her hips.
“That was …” Mari leaves her thought unfinished as she moves a few paces back. “That was … cheesy. But passable.” Her lips pull into a bitten grin as she recovers her composure. “You’re good at that.” Glancing up at me, her expression dissolves. “Not that I’m surprised. You’re a professional manipulator.”
Rolling my eyes, I exhale. “Do you want the money or not?”
Her hand rests on her stomach briefly, and then she continues pacing. She’s going to wear a beaten path into the wood floor by the time she’s finished.
“Five million dollars.” I fold my arms. “Final offer.”
Mari stops in her tracks, her gaze flicking to mine. “I don’t want to do this. I think it’s a bad idea. But you’re making it impossible for me to say no.”
My mouth curls at the sides. “I knew you’d see it my way.”






























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