Genre: Contemporary/New Adult with Bully Elements Release Date: October 22, 2019
Blurb
Xavier This is not a love story.
I hate you not for who you are, but what you represent.
I’m the whispers in the darkness you can’t quite hear.
I’m the unease that can’t be explained, but won’t go away.
I’m your worst nightmare come to life.
I’m the filthy rich guy who’s coming for revenge.
Everything you’ve ever had.
Everything you hold dear.
I won’t stop until I break you.
Rocky
You were once my savior.
Now you’re my bully.
I’m the girl from the wrong side of the wrong side of the tracks.
No match for your money, your might, or your wrath.
But I’m not going down without a fight.
When I go, I’ll take you with me.
Because we’re more alike than you want to admit.
And more connected than you know. This is not a love story.
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’s 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 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 her debut novel, Catching
London in 2017.
Genre: Romantic Suspense Release Date: October 22, 2019
Blurb
IS HE HER HERO?
Juliana Thorne is falling apart beneath her perfect façade.
Haunted by a monster from her childhood, the sheltered socialite is slowly
losing her mind—while a mysterious stranger seems to lurk around every corner,
relishing in her demise.
OR THE VILLIAN?
A blind artist with a penchant for portraying darkness, Damien Villa harbors
his own sinister intentions toward Juliana, but is he motivated by lust…
Lana Sky is a quirky writer from the US who dabbles in dark,
paranormal and contemporary romance. Her stories aren't always typical, but
contain a little something for everyone.
“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.
“No, your naiveté amuses me.” He sighs. “I told you I was
the Devil, Tia, and yet you are surprised when I drag you to Hell.” He draws
his bottom lip in slowly between his teeth, and even now I can feel my body
betray me. My fingers twitch, restless to touch him just one more time. My
heart clenches, and there is an unwelcome spark of heat right between my legs.
He inhales deeply through his nose and flashes a knowing grin, which adds
mortification to my devastation.
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.
I escaped to London under the cover of night, never thinking
I'd run smack into a man who would turn me inside out.
I had a plan. Simple, really.
Step one: Follow my dream, away from from the demons of my
past.
Step two: Land on my own two feet, preferably far, far, away
from the man who hurt me and broke my heart.
Step three: Live a little and avoid all men
with dark secrets.
So far, I'm not doing so hot.
He's a royal amongst peasants, and the last kind of trouble
I need--a filthy rich alpha who can see straight into my soul. Our secrets hold
us both captive.
Something tells me I’ll be powerless to stop his magnetic
pull, especially when he tells me I'm going to be his, damn the
consequences.
USA Today Bestselling Author, NANA MALONE’s love of all
things romance and adventure started with a tattered romantic suspense she
borrowed from her cousin on a sultry summer afternoon in Ghana at a precocious
thirteen. She’s been in love with kick butt heroines ever since.
With her overactive imagination, and channeling her inner
Buffy, it was only a matter a time before she started creating her own
characters. Waiting for her chance at a job as a ninja assassin, Nana, meantime
works out her drama, passion and sass with fictional characters every bit as
sassy and kick butt as she thinks she is.
The books in her series have been on multiple Amazon Kindle
and Barnes & Noble best seller lists as well as the iTunes Breakout Books
list and most notably the USA Today Bestseller list.
Until that ninja job comes through, you’ll find Nana working
hard on additional books for her series as well as other fun, sassy romances
for characters that won’t leave her alone. And if she’s not working or hiding
in the closet reading, she’s acting out scenes for her husband, daughter and
puppy in sunny San Diego.
Leaving his Navy career and his assignment at
the Department of Defense behind, Mac Whittaker is ready to join
his family on Capitol Hill. He’s just missing one thing―a woman he loves at his
side.
He wants the American fairy tale.
Georgie
Astrella has put her life’s goals
on hold for way too long. She’s finally putting away her cutting shears and
curling iron to bury herself in justice and the law.
She certainly isn’t looking for love.
Fate has other ideas… throwing them together
until neither of them can walk away from the attraction that thunders across
their souls… from the truth of how their hills and valleys fit perfectly
together.
But her family’s past would make his future an
impossibility.
Will Mac give everything up for her? And more
importantly, will Georgie let him?
From
award-winning author, LJ Evans, comes a story of family and sacrifice inspired
by Lewis Capaldi’s “Bruises.” You won’t want to miss this inspirational,
military romance.
“What do you want?” I asked huskily, her body
distracting me from much thought other than putting my lips and tongue on every
single part of her.
“Hmm. A favor. Granted without question.”
“What is this favor?”
“A future favor. One I don’t know yet.”
I let my hands journey from her waist up to
the curve of her breasts, and her eyes fluttered closed and then opened.
“Why am I always having to agree to your terms
before I can kiss you?” I asked and moved my hips slightly against hers, making
her breath hitch.
“What do you want if you win?” she asked just
as she put her lips at the corner of mine. The scent of her filled my nostrils,
and my movements, tugging at her waist, went from gentle caresses to demands
fueled by aching need.
“A favor. Granted without question,” I told
her back, because I had a feeling that I’d never be able to deny her anything
but that her walls were going to have me finding ways to climb across them
repeatedly.
“Fair enough. Erogenous zones for favors.
Should we shake on it?”
Award
winning author, LJ Evans, lives in the California Central Valley with her
husband, daughter, and the three terrors called cats. She's been writing,
almost as a compulsion, since she was a little girl and will often pull the car
over to write when a song lyric strikes her. While she currently spends her
days teaching 1st grade in a local public school, she spends her free time
reading and writing, as well as binge watching original shows like The Crown,
Victoria, Veronica Mars, and Stranger Things.
If you ask
her the one thing she won’t do, it’s pretty much anything that involves
dirt—sports, gardening, or otherwise. But she loves to write about all of those
things, and her first published heroine was pretty much involved with dirt on a
daily basis. Which is exactly what LJ loves about fiction novels—the characters
can be everything you’re not and still make their way into your heart.
Find out
more about LJ and her books at www.ljevansbooks.com
