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Noah and Willow know not to mix business with pleasure. They’ve both been burned in the past, he thinks she’s too young, and she definitely shouldn’t hook up with her boss. So, they don’t. Instead, they build a friendship, while fighting an obvious attraction.

But when Noah’s called back East after a natural disaster that threatens his home and the loved ones he left behind, he’s forced to face his past with Willow by his side.

Will their turbulent pasts hold them back from giving into fate? Or will the two of them realize that they’ve been each other’s calm before the storm?

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Faith Andrews lives in New York where she is happily married to her high school sweetheart. They have two beautiful daughters and a furry Yorkie son, Rocco. If she isn’t listening to Mumford and Sons or busy being a Dance Mom, her nose is in a book or her laptop. She’s a sucker for a happily ever after and believes her characters are out there living one somewhere . . .

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I have always had a passion for storytelling, whether it be through lyrics or bed time stories with my sisters. I wanted to be an actress growing up so I could live many roles but I learned early on that my mind was too active… I would want to change the script.I would watch films and think of ways they could have improved the story if they took another direction so i thought it best that i tell my own.

My mum would always have a book in her hand when I was young and passed on her love for reading, inspiring me to venture into writing my own. I tend to have a darker edge to my writing. Not all love stories are made from light, some are created in darkness but are just as powerful and worth telling.

When I’m not lost in the world of characters I love spending time with my family. I’m a mum and that comes first in my life but when I do get down time I love attending music concerts or reading events with my younger sister.

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 (Shadows in the dark, #2)

Author: Charisse Spiers

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Cover Model: Andrew England as Kross Brannon
Cover Model: Isabella “Bella” Frayne as Delta Rohr
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The fucking lights. They are all I
can remember. Everywhere I turn I see them. They haunt my dreams, and now my
reality. She liked the lights. I do remember that. It was part of her life, and
in turn a part of mine, until the day I forgot it all.
Weapons. Big or small, they can be
anything I need them to be. Unlike people in my life, they are predictable,
dependable. Without any effort they can cause so much destruction. Touching
them they are slick, smooth, and silent when I demand it. Who wouldn’t find
them beautiful?
Ink. I’ve loved it since I can
remember. It defines me. It’s my release. When I feel like I’m about to blow I
turn to the needle. It is the only high I need. I brand people. It’s what I do.
Kross Brannon is the best there is when it comes to tattoos. My company proves
I never teach. Those that work for
me learn from someone else. I work solo. Always have and always will…but then I
looked up and saw her, standing in my fucking shop, beautiful, tattooed, and
her soul screaming for me to reach out.
That’s the moment everything
started falling into place…
I’ve waited my whole life for this
moment. Nothing and no one will stand in my way now. I want to be pissed at
her, but she’s just given me everything I’ve fucking dreamed of since I was a
kid. He’s giving me a chance. I will not let him down.
But then he touched me.
My entire life I’ve been cold, but
now a spark has ignited and I’m starting to warm. What does this mean? He can’t
know my secrets. It could ruin everything. I want him, but I’ll never give in.
The tug of war inside will never defeat what I want. I don’t care how raw my
hands become from the rope. Delta Rohr has never fallen for a man, and I don’t
intend to start now.

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like to think that love and war will never entwine, leaving the two paths
separate, but sometimes to find the one worth fighting for you must enter into
war. The infamous question will always remain: all is fair in love and war?
Will it always be a myth or will they find out?


My eyes travel from his lips back to his eyes,
locking into place. I hook my thumbs behind the front waistband of my shorts,
giving them a prop to avoid an awkward stance, before going for the
introduction I couldn’t muster last night. “I’m Delta Rohr, the girl
that’s going to be one of the best in a man’s world. Ink is my life. I wear my
portfolio on my body. I’m an artist, only I want my canvas to be skin. I want
my artwork to be worn. I’ve wanted an opportunity like this for a long time,
and I’ll give up anything to get it, but I need the tools to get there. I need
the best fucking mentor there is. I need you, Kross.”

He remains staring at me while my intestines
start twisting into knots, saying nothing at all. Maybe my answer wasn’t
adequate enough. I’m not sure if I should say anything else or leave it at that.
His stance finally breaks and his arms rise and fold over his head, his hands
gripping the back collar of his shirt. He pulls it over his head, baring his
torso a few inches at a time until it’s completely off. Oh hell. His body looks
better without clothes than with. He obviously works out, his chiseled form
confirming it. Let’s not forget the ink spread across his chest and running
down both arms. The lower part of his sleeves and the ink that peeks out of his
collar, running up part of his neck, is the only thing I’ve noticed until now.
Now that he’s standing here shirtless. He tosses the shirt over his shoulder,
freeing up his hands.

“What are you doing?”

I immediately notice the silver, square, belt
buckle in a dull metal finish, cut out to form a raised skull in the center; my
favorite emblem, and the masculine opposite to mine…exactly what he tattooed
on my body last night, complete with a pink hair bow. The black, elastic band
of his briefs is peeking out of the waistband of his jeans. He works to
unbuckle his belt, letting each end hang, before going back for the button. He
pops it through the slit and then slides down the zipper, revealing the royal
blue underwear hugging his hips. My eyes widen. Is he stripping up here? What
the hell is he doing? 

“Kross, what are you doing?” I ask
again, needing an answer. My heart rate is beating faster with each movement he

“Starting part two.”

“Which is?” I’m becoming nervous. Is he
just using me for sex? Dammit, I feel so stupid. I actually thought this was a
real interview. I should have known this was just a setup. 

“Letting you tattoo my body.”

I regain focus. “Say what?”

“I don’t repeat myself. Listen the first
time.” He pushes the band of his underwear down his body, along with the
waist of his jeans, leaving them not far above his…

“It’s kind of hard to listen with you
stripping naked. You’re a guy and I’m a girl. It’s human nature to look. So sue

He grabs me by the arm and pulls me toward his
station. “The second part of this interview is to see you give it a shot.
To me, tattooing is a natural talent. It takes more than the ability to trace
an object to be a good tattooer. An artist is well rounded in all areas:
drawing, tracing, visualizing, shading, design and color, all while having a
steady hand. You may be good at drawing with a pencil, but it’s a little more
difficult with a vibrating gun in your hand puncturing the skin hundreds of
times per minute. I’m not wasting my time to make shit more pleasant. I’m
making great, flawless.”

He releases my arm and steps over the chair in a
straddling stance, drawing my attention to his black, high-top Converse shoes
matching my pink ones, before grabbing a thin sheet of paper off the counter
space. My nerves are on overdrive now. “I’ve already drawn you out a
design that matches the one I tattooed on your pelvis last night, minus the
fucking bow. It’s a pretty simple design but a good one. Basic skull and
crossbones fit my personality so I’ll deal with it on my body. Wouldn’t be the
first version anyway, but since this is your first it’s going somewhere I can
cover up if you fuck it up. My sleeves are sacred, my masterpieces. Only the
best adds to it. You earn the right to leave your mark as an artist

He pushes his pants down some more, until the top
half of his firm ass is bare. If he pushes them down any further I’ll be able
to see his dick. Without breaking he applies the transfer of ink from paper to
skin below his waistline, and low enough he can cover it by simply buttoning
his pants. He cannot possibly expect me to give him a tattoo that close to his
dick. Come on…. 

He grabs a pair of black, latex gloves off the
tray. It looks like everything is already setup. “If you want to be the
best in a man’s world, then you better be serious as fuck about learning and
perfecting. There are some that have made it and done so well, but tattooing
has always been a man’s art. I’m not showing you how to setup or prep today,
because that’s not necessary before you get the job. I looked at your ability
to draw when I looked at your body last night. I want to see technique. I’m a
hands on learner so that’s how I teach. You have about a two-hour window. All
of my artists will be here at three today. That gives me time to clean up after
you’re done.”

“So you let everyone interview this way? How
do you have any blank skin left?”

A smirk begins to form. “Nope. You’re the
first. I don’t normally teach.”

My nerves were at a good five. They were just
bumped to ten. “Uh, then why me?”

“I’m feeling giving I guess.” He hands
me the gloves and sits down on the chair, then laces his hands behind his head
and leans back against the back of the chair. “Tattoo me.” 

I am totally and inevitably fucked…


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I found books when I was going through a hard
time in life. They became my means of escape when things got bad. I realized
quickly how much I loved to take a backseat to someone else’s life and watch
the journey unfold. That began my journey with books in November of 2012. I
constantly had a book open on my Kindle app. Never in a million years would I
have imagined myself as a writer, because I never thought I was creative
enough. I’m living proof that things will fall into place when they’re meant to
be. People will make their way into our lives when we don’t expect it, setting
the path for what we are meant to do. Never give up on people. Never stop
taking a chance on others. Someone took a chance on trusting me with her work
when she didn’t know me from a stranger on the street and gave me the
opportunity of a lifetime as our relationship progressed, which led me to
editing and writing as well. This is my dream I never knew I had. As soon as I
sat down and gave writing a shot, it was like the floodgates opened. Now, I am
lost in a world of fiction in my head, new characters constantly screaming for
their stories to be told. Continue to dream and to go for them. No one ever
found happiness by sitting on the sidelines. Sometimes we have to take risks
and put ourselves out there. Thank you for all of your support, and may there
be many books to come. XOXO- C

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Some Sort of Happy by Melanie Harlow


Coming September 22, 2015

Skylar Nixon is a twenty-seven year old failed actress with no Plan B. After a humiliating stint on a reality TV show crushes what’s left of her childhood dream, she finds herself back in her hometown with no money saved, no college degree, and no confidence she’s anything but a joke—a small town starlet who couldn’t hack it in the big city.
When she runs into former classmate Sebastian Pryce, she can’t believe the hot body and chiseled jaw belong to the shy, troubled loner she knew ten years before. He’s not exactly friendly at first, and she’s heard the rumors about his tragic past, but something in his sad eyes intrigues her. She only wants to get to know him better.
Until the night she wants more—and takes it. (Hard and deep. Twice.)
Are they just two lonely people seeking solace? Or can a disgraced beauty queen and flawed, frustrated man find some sort of happy ever after?
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Melanie Harlow likes her martinis dry, her lipstick red, and her history with the naughty bits left in. When she’s not reading good books, she gets her kicks from TV series like Game of Thrones, Boardwalk Empire, Masters of Sex, Deadwood, Mad Men, and Downtown Abbey (although she wishes it were more HBO and less PBS). Melanie is the author of the FRENCHED contemporary romance series (FRENCHED, YANKED, FORKED) and the sexy historical series SPEAK EASY (SPEAK EASY, SPEAK LOW), set in the 1920s. She lifts her glass to romance readers and writers from her home near Detroit, MI, where she lives with her husband and two daughters.


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Find Me by Laurelin Paige



FIND ME is the HIGHLY ANTICIPATED sequel to FREE ME and the Conclusion of Gwen and JC’s Story


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Gwen Anders came to The Sky Launch to begin fresh, away from the horrors of her past. She fit in quickly, becoming good friends with her co-manager, Alayna Withers and the owner of the club, Hudson Pierce. Though the circumstances that brought her here were not the best, she’s never felt more at home.

But starting a new life means letting go. And there are some things she doesn’t want to leave behind – like JC, the man who taught her how to let loose. The man she wasn’t supposed to fall in love with. The man she doesn’t want to lose.

Now, with the reason she ran still a threat, Gwen fears she’ll never be able to move on completely. And if she does, can she still hold out hope that JC loves her enough to come and find her?

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I grabbed my cell and checked the time. It was six-twenty-nine. I threw it in my purse and turned back to the mirror to give myself a pep talk. “We will not have sex. We will not have sex. We will not have sex.”

Jesus, I was so horny already, and I hadn’t even seen him yet. I’d thought about taking care of myself before JC got there but wasn’t sure if that would make things better or worse. By the time I’d decided it would make it better, Ben was there, and now JC was ringing my buzzer.

“You look incredible,” he said when I opened the door.

I blushed as I gave him a onceover. He was dressed in khakis with a fitted shirt and a lightweight jacket. Lots of buttons, I thought. Which was a good thing, considering how damn good he looked. Had he always been that buff? “You do, too.” My thighs felt hot. Good thing I’d changed out of my pants.

I really should have pulled out my vibrator earlier.

“You brought flowers?” I’d been so taken by him I hadn’t noticed the small bouquet in his hands. Three red roses dressed with some smaller white bell-shaped flowers I couldn’t identify were wrapped in a red ribbon. I hadn’t expected it. “I didn’t know you were the kind of guy who brought girls roses.”

He shrugged with one shoulder. “I’m trying to impress you. I have a feeling this date is a test of some kind, and I want to make sure I pass.”

“Not a test,” I said dismissively. Though, wasn’t that what this was? A test to see if we got along as well outside the bedroom as we did inside? “But thank you. You do impress.”

I shifted my weight to one hip and flitted my glance between JC, still standing on the other side of the threshold, and the flowers in my hand. “I should put these in water.” But I wasn’t sure I was ready to invite him in. Because in meant we’d be closer to my bed. And my couch. And my kitchen counter. All of which were locations that could be tempting.

Really, I just shouldn’t be anywhere alone with him.

Either JC felt the same way I did or he could read my mind. “You can do that later. The plastic containers on the stems should last until we get back. And we should get going.”

“Perfect.” I set them on the console table behind me, relieved and nervous all at once. I took a deep breath, grabbed my purse, and turned back to him. “Let’s go!”

In the hallway, he offered me his hand. I took it, then, there it was—the shock of his touch as his fingers weaved with mine. I let out an involuntary sigh, and with it bricks of tension fell from my body. Release. It shuddered through me as electricity sparked up my limb from where we were connected and spread throughout my body, and I wondered if this was what it felt like to melt. What it felt like to be frozen for so long and then, finally, to have the sun brush against cold ice, transforming it into something more fluid, something entirely different.

I glanced down to where we were joined, so overcome by how right it felt to be touching him in this simple way. When I looked back at him, I found his eyes pinned on me. His expression said he’d felt it too.

“You messed up, you know,” he said, as we started toward the elevator. “You were supposed to wear something that I didn’t want to rip off of you.”

My cheeks heated—actually, I wasn’t sure they’d ever cooled from the first blush he’d caused. “You said it would be impossible for me to wear anything that wouldn’t elicit that response. The only other choice was to go naked.”

“That would have been an excellent choice.”

“But not very practical.”

“I’ve never been a fan of practical.” He pushed the call button and the elevator doors opened immediately, the car likely still there from when he’d arrived.

We stepped inside, our hands still molded together. The doors closed, and I so badly wanted to turn and kiss him.

Instead I delivered the short speech I’d practiced since I’d woken up that afternoon. “I think I should tell you, I don’t have sex on first dates.”

“Wow. That’s…surprising. Considering we had sex before we’d ever even been on a date.” He squeezed my hand. “But, after you left me with blue balls this morning, I already figured out you’d turned into a prude.”

I laughed. “I’m not a prude. I’m cautious. And that’s nothing new. That’s always been me.”

“Yes, it has.” The short phrase was full of subtext, and I knew he was remembering how uptight I’d been when we’d first met. Icy. Frigid bitch.

“I’m better than I was,” I assured him.

He nodded. “I know. Otherwise you wouldn’t have given me even this much of you. And if you want to wait, then I can too.”

What I wanted was to push him against the wall and devour him.

But that was an in-the-moment want, and long-term, I wanted a relationship that was real and lasting. “Thank you. It means a lot.”

He leaned in close and, though we were alone, whispered in my ear. “I’m not going to say that I’m not dying to have you under me, Gwen. Because I am. But I’m dying to just be with you more.”

Despite the descent of the elevator, his words sent me floating. “You’re really good at that impressing thing.”

He gave me my favorite grin. “Who knew?”


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I want to start by saying this book took me on one hell of an emotional roller coaster and I love that Laurelin can do that so effortlessly! This woman has an amazing way with words and the way she makes them connect with the reader is phenomenal. I couldn’t wait to get into this book after the way Free Me left off and I can honestly say that this book didn’t disappoint. The story was gripping, exciting, frustrating and it broke my heart, no shattered it and then glued it back together. I was lured in from the very first few lines and like the addict I am (with Laurelin’s writing) I devoured every word with the need to find out what was to come and where this journey was going to take me.

Another thing Laurelin has an amazing skill for is creating characters that stay with you no matter how long it has been since your last fix. Most of the characters we already know from the Fixed Trilogy and Free me and its always nice getting reacquainted with them. Gwen and Norma always make me want a sister of my own! I love Gwen and I love all sides of her, she is the very definition of a strong woman. I still love JC in all his alpha goodness. Its also nice to hear from Alayna and Hudson because I do miss those two! There are other characters but I will leave you with some surprises.

All in all this book has all of Laurelin’s finest traits which for me ticks all the right boxes. It has the ability to leave you breathless and fill you with absolute joy at the same time. Its a book that captures the heart and holds it hostage until its done and it holds no prisoners. Its one I will come back to time and time again.





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Laurelin Paige is the NY Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling Author of the Fixed Trilogy. She’s a sucker for a good romance and gets giddy anytime there’s kissing, much to the embarrassment of her three daughters. Her husband doesn’t seem to complain, however. When she isn’t reading or writing sexy stories, she’s probably singing, watching Game of Thrones and the Walking Dead, or dreaming of Michael Fassbender. She’s also a proud member of Mensa International though she doesn’t do anything with the organization except use it as material for her bio.

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Finding Charity by Jody Pardo

It’s finally time to unwrap Finding Charity!
Finding Charity
A Novella by Jody Pardo
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Release Date: September 15, 2015
Mark Lyon was a beast in the boardroom. Building websites and branding corporations for success was his specialty, and he was good at it. Mark worked hard to earn his place at the top of his field. He let nothing stand in his way, not even Christmas.

Charity Clarke captured Mark’s attention with her dirty mouth at first meeting, but her giving spirit stole his heart without notice. When she goes missing, will finding Charity be the gift with enough love and hope to save them both?


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This novella packed everything in a very short space of time!

While I loved it and I loved Mark and Charity, I just wished it was longer and gave more of a background on the characters.

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