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Up For Debate

 

 

Title: Up For Debate
Series: Love and Desire #1
Author: Devin Sawyer
Genre: New Adult
Release Date: November 15, 2019

 

Blurb
Going to meet your boyfriend’s family should be exciting.
It’s a relationship milestone most girls fawn over, but not
me.
It means coming face to face with my ex that I left high and
dry in the middle of the night almost six years ago.
I wouldn’t call what Lawson and I had a love story, or even
a relationship.
It was tumultuous and frustrating more than it wasn’t.
His lack of respect for me and my background left me bitter
and angry in the end.
Now I’m stuck facing my past, that never got any closure,
and damn it if there aren’t brief moments that I forget why
I went running.
If I let him get too close I know he’ll try to burn me again
I can’t let that happen when I have Reece to lose.
The battle between the two men is a decision I face alone.
One holds my heart, the other holds it hostage.
Sometimes love hands you a choice you never wanted to make.

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Excerpt
“I could date you.” He blurts it like he wants to get it out
of his mouth before he can take it back. It’s my turn to laugh at him now. A
disbelieving scoff comes from me and I just stare at him in horror.
“No,” I reply “Just, No.”
“Why not? It would work. The girls never bothered Veronica.
It’s only because they feel like there’s a position to be filled.”
“They may not have bothered her, but I’m sure that didn’t
stop them from still being up your ass. Plus you don’t want that. You don’t
want a relationship.” 
“Don’t tell me what I want, Farah.” For the first time he
sounds irritated with me, or maybe just this conversation.
“I don’t need you to do me any favors,” I tell him bluntly.
“God-damn, I’m not doing you a ‘favor’. I’m trying to do
myself one, I’m not ready to let go of you just yet. I want more time with you
and if that means we are dating, exclusively, then so be it.” He’s breathing
heavy, like saying that took a lot out of him. I just stare back, trying to
read into what he’s doing. Is this reverse psychology?
He stalks towards me, slowly, hesitantly and he reaches out
for my hand by my side.
“All I can think about is being near you. Just let me have
that.” His eyes are sincere, and I get the feeling he isn’t allowed to feel
this vulnerable very often. I nod to him.
“Okay.” Why did I say that? I didn’t mean okay. I meant ‘no,
not in this lifetime.’ I meant ‘go find some other poor soul to suck the life
out of.’ He’s practically a dementor.
A smile lifts to one side of his face. “Okay.” His other
hand lifts to my chin and he pulls my own mouth to his. His tongue finds my own
and it’s warm and inviting. His touch feels like magic that I didn’t know I
needed.

Author Bio

Devin Sawyer is a contemporary romance writer who enjoys a
bit of dirty humor. If you have a dirty joke, she’s the first one that
wants to hear it. She grew up in a small Texas Town called Comfort and still
enjoys quiet country towns. She started out writing at a young age with moody,
depressing, poetry—mostly about unrequited teenage loves. But enough about the
dark times.. Now Devin prefers to write witty romantic comedies with hard
hitting issues Devin has a master’s in Social work and is independently
licensed as a therapist. She finds reading and writing a pleasant escape from
real world stressors. Her favorite reads are forbidden love stories.
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Cocky Player ~ Stacey Lynn

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Cocky Player, an all-new standalone sports romance from Stacey Lynn is now live!

 

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Like most guys I have a type— she wasn’t mine. Not at all.

The angelic beauty on the dance floor has innocence written all over her. But I can’t
stay away. And when she runs from me, leaving me wanting more, I can’t get her out
of my head.

Turns out finding her won’t be too hard. My mystery virgin is the new marketing
assistant for the Rough Riders Football team. And the owner’s daughter.

She wants to lose her virginity and she’s come to me for one thing, and one thing
only. I’ll gladly help her out, but we have to be careful no one discovers us.

The last thing I need is for my boss to find out I’ve been teaching his baby girl all my
dirtiest plays.

But I didn’t get to be MVP by playing by the rules.

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Excerpt:

A chill skittered down my arms and to my toes until my body erupted in goose bumps. Hairs at the back of my neck stood on end. Someone was watching me.

I stopped moving so quickly I bumped into Gina and reached out to keep her from falling onto the dance floor.

“Sorry!” I called out, but I didn’t look at her as she resettled to her feet.

My gaze was focused, skipping from the men on the dance floor to the outer circle of guys who stayed close, probably couldn’t shimmy their hips to a beat if their life depended on it but enjoyed watching the show, to the stairs…the upper level.

Straight to him.

He was there. Hands curled around a silver railing. Buttoned up white shirt un-tucked from jeans and sleeves rolled to his elbows. Casual.

Commanding.

Long dark hair on top, swept to the side but long enough it could also fall into his eyes.

I simply felt his pull. Felt him.

I stood still and raised my drink in his direction.

His response was a nod. So minuscule it was difficult to see from the distance but even then, I knew he was the one watching me.

And if he wanted to watch? I’d give him the show of his life.

Two men flanked him, one shoved his shoulder, the other crossed his arms over his massive chest. The men were huge.

Yes. That was going to be him.

If he could gain my attention with a look from a hundred feet away, he was definitely the kind of guy who could do other things to me even more intensely.

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Wrapped up in you ~ Jill Shalvis

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Wrapped Up in You by Jill Shalvis

Release Date: September 24, 2019

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Wrapped Up in You, an all-new standalone contemporary romance by Jill Shalvis.

It’s love. Trust me.

After a lifetime on the move, Ivy Snow is an expert in all things temporary—schools, friends, and way too many Mr. Wrongs. Now that she owns a successful taco truck in San Francisco and an apartment to call home, Ivy’s reinvented life is on solid ground. And she’s guarded against anything that can rock it. Like the realities of a past she’s worked hard to cover up. And especially Kel O’Donnell. Too hot not to set off alarms, he screams temporary. If only his whispers weren’t so delightfully naughty and irresistible.

Kel, an Idaho sheriff and ranch owner, is on vacay, but Ivy’s a spicy reason to give his short-terms plans a second thought. Best of all, she’s a tonic for his untrusting heart, burned once and still in repair. But when Ivy’s past intrudes on a perfect romance, Kel fears that everything she’s told him has been a perfect lie. Now, if only Ivy’s willing to share, Kel will fight for a true love story.

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Excerpt:

He held her gaze for a long beat before taking the bag and unzipping it, finding the dishes she’d put together for him. “Not tacos,” he said in surprise.

“Making tacos is my job,” she said. “This was for something else.”

“And what’s that?”

“An apology for being … grumpy last night.”

“You weren’t.”

She gave him a get real look and he smiled. “Okay, maybe a little. But it was understandable. You’d just gotten an unfortunate and unfair surprise.” He gently tilted her face up to his. “You doing okay this morning?”

“Yes,” she said. “Of course.”

“Of course,” he repeated and shook his head. “Smart, tough, and resilient,” he murmured, his gaze on her face.

Now it was her turn to smile. “Some might say stubborn, impulsive, and doesn’t know when to quit.”

“Yeah,” he said. “But I find those things very attractive.”

Honestly, she didn’t know how to take half the things he said. They made her feel both terrified and exhilarated at the same time. “You’re a strange man.”

“So I’ve been told.” He looked over the food. “You poison any of it?”

“No, and only because I’d never waste food.” But to prove it, she grabbed the fork she’d packed and took a bite of her eggs. “Mmm,” she moaned before she could stop herself, but hey, she’d worked out and been on the move ever since, and she was starving. Plus, she made damn good eggs if she said so herself.

Again their eyes met, and that now familiar spark went right through her. She wanted him. Quite badly, if going off her racing pulse meant anything. He was so … what, exactly? Steady? Tough? Intense and yet somehow easy-going, not to mention also extremely easy on the eyes?

“You didn’t have to cook something special for me,” he said, sounding touched.

“You helped me last night. I repay my debts.”

“I didn’t do it so you’d feel indebted to me,” he said and cocked his head as he studied her for a beat. “Someday you’re going to have to tell me about the apparent assholes who’ve been in your life to make you so distrusting of me.”

“Oh, don’t flatter yourself. It’s not just you. I don’t trust anyone. And it wasn’t just me paying back a debt,” she admitted. “I wanted to cook for you.” And because that made his smile warm, which in turn made something inside her warm as well, she shrugged and backed up a few steps, needing breathing room. “I also wanted to thank you for your help,” she said, feeling annoyingly awkward as he shoved stacks of plans to one side of the table and started pulling everything else out of her bag with a deep male hum of pleasure when he caught sight of the pancakes.

“Are those blueberry?” he asked very seriously.

She nodded.

“Fair warning, if they’re as good as the eggs, I really am going to drop to my knees and ask you to marry me.”

That startled a laugh out of her. “Fair warning, if you drop to your knees, I’m going to use my considerable kickboxing skills on you.”

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Minx ~ Tour ~ Review

Minx 
Author: Maggie Adams 
Release Date: April 30th, 2019 
Genre: Women’s Fiction, Romantic Comedy 
Cover Designer: Backcover KLPS
A romantic comedy about friendships, flirtations, and the elusive “Fantasm!” 
Hi! I’m Miranda Blake and this is my story. Well, sort of. It’s more like a twisted fairytale, if you believe in them. Except there’s no beautiful, young princess with perky breasts, perfectly coiffed hair and a sassy attitude. I’m closing in on fifty, thirty pounds overweight according to Weight Watchers, and, after nursing two kids and that bitch, gravity, doing her job, I’m lucky the ladies don’t hit my knees. The gorgeous brown mane of hair is slightly frizzy from my ridiculous attempts to recapture my youth by dyeing the hell out of it. As for sassy attitude, well, it wasn’t so long ago that I was a doormat. And the charming prince who sweeps me off my feet into the life of my dreams? I have a dog called Prince, German Shepherd, who knocks me on my ass if I’m in the way when the doorbell rings. Does that count? 
“I want a divorce.”
 
I paused and looked up from packing our suitcases for our anniversary trip to Aruba. The ambient light he had insisted upon when we remodeled barely illuminated his form much less his facial expression. I didn’t mind the lighting usually, it smoothed over the slight imperfections on our bodies and made everything look soft and supple. Tonight, I would have given my left boob for one of those interrogation lights you see on detective shows.
 
“I’m sorry. What did you say?” Like the doormat I am, I continued to fold his underwear into the case. The frustration coming from his voice was enough to convince me he was telling the truth, but I didn’t want to believe him. So, I continued to fold the damn clothes like an idiot, hoping this was his idea of a twisted joke at my expense. I’d had a lot of those over the years.
 
“You heard me, Miranda.” He raked his right hand through his graying hair. For a moment, I felt a twinge of envy. Men were so damn lucky in growing older. The gray or the glasses made them look sophisticated and worldly. I, however, looked like that myopic frizzy haired witch in those wizard movies. I blinked, returning his frown with a slight smile.
 
“You don’t mean that,” I said, shaking my head. I could feel the panic beginning to rise. What if he did mean it? What would I do? I’d given up my job as a journalist over twenty-five years ago to get married and have children. I’d stayed home, the perfect housewife and mother, because that’s the way he wanted it. Anger began to replace the panic. I’d given up my dreamsto allow him his and this is how he repays me?
 
The clothes were packed so I started toward the bathroom to fill the toiletries. Brushing past him, I was surprised when he grabbed my arm. “You’re not listening! God, you do this every time there’s something you don’t want to hear. Do you know how annoying that is?”
 
Annoying? Avoiding confrontation was annoying?? I almost laughed out loud. If he only knew how many times I had wanted to scream at him, to insist he listen to me for once. Perhaps I should let fly right now and really let the bastard have it. After all, he deserved it with this stupid demand.
 
Who the hell gets divorced after twenty-five years? I mean, that’s like the last year to make a change, isn’t it? After that, you take stock of your life, decide that it may not be all you dreamed of but it’s good enough, and you wait each other out on the death sentence.
 
I opened my mouth to tell him just that when I noticed he had moved away and was shuffling through the suitcase. “What in the hell are you doing?” I growled at him as I began refolding my things. “We are going on our anniversary cruise tomorrow morning. I need to pack. You need to get a grip on whatever this male menopause thing is and be ready to enjoy our trip.”
 
Oh my God! Did I just say that out loud? I peeked up at him. His mouth was opening and closing like a fish out of water. I watched the blood rush from his throat to his head. Yep, I’d said it out loud. He grabbed my arms and pushed me into the desk chair. I was suddenly frightened. How odd! I’d never been frightened of him before. Perhaps it was because his face was so close, I could smell the whiskey on his breath, see myself in his eyes. But more than likely it was because he had his fingers around my throat, and he was squeezing.
 
“Pay attention, Miranda. I no longer want you. I no longer desire you. You have become an albatross weighing me down. We are divorcing and that’s final. You go your way and I go mine. I take what is mine and you take what is yours.” He released me and stepped back to the suitcase, calmly taking out my clothes once again.
 
“The kids?” I gasped out, rubbing the sting from the skin of my throat.
 
“The kids are adults. They will be fine.” He closed the suitcase with a snap. “I’m going on the cruise. When I return, I expect you to be out of the house. Everything can be handled through our lawyers.”
 
The cruise. My clothes. His silences. I closed my eyes against the knowledge of my own stupidity. “Who is she?” 
 
I could feel his stare. He was weighing whether to tell me, so it must be someone I knew. “It doesn’t matter.”
 
I opened my eyes. “It does to me.”
 
For the first time, he looked uneasy. He cleared his throat. “It’s Megan Clark. As soon as our divorce is final, she’ll be Megan Blake.”
 
“Our daughter’s tennis coach?!” I shot up from the chair. “You’ve been fucking our daughter’s tennis coach?!” This threw my anger into high gear like nothing else could. He could mess with me all he wanted, but to deliberately hurt our daughter, use her for his selfish desires? 
 
I pushed him out the bedroom door. “You cheating sack of shit! You find my avoidance of issues, annoying, well, let me help you clear the air! I find your constant handling of your balls annoying, your clearing your throat then swallowing phlegm annoying, your constant critique of everyone else annoying, your pompous attitude about my friends annoying,” I took a deep breath, noting with satisfaction that he now clutched the suitcase to his chest in defense, and screamed at the top of my lungs. “But mostly I find your selfish, narcissistic, cloying attempts to be the man you need to be but fall far short of, to be ANNOYING!”
 
“You’re insane!” he whispered, horrified at my display. 
 
He scrambled down the stairs and headed for the garage as I continued to hail insults down upon his head. “You’re a terrible father to do this to your children! You’re homemade wine tastes like raspberry piss water! Your mother’s potato salad sucked!”
 
I saved the best for last. One that would ultimately worm its way into his psyche and take root. One this narcissistic rat bastard couldn’t help but take to heart. The one thing I had to constantly praise him on. 
 
I smiled as he hurried into the car. “You’re a mediocre fuck, Dale. You’re a one trick pony in bed and your balls smell like vegetable soup!” I made sure to imprint the look of horror and disgust on his face as he backed out of our garage to go to his lover.
 
It was only hours later, as I slid onto the sheets of the bed in the guestroom, that I realized throughout the entire confrontation, neither of us had mentioned love. That made me sad for a moment, then a profound relief took hold and I began to cry. I hadn’t realized how tight I had been wound. Fuckin’ twenty-five years and I finally get a do-over. I closed my eyes and dreamed.
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Minx was a fun read! Hilarious mixed with OMG I’d so do that if it happened to me. Newly separated/divorced Miranda-now Randi-oops, maybe not-is let loose on the world. Newly poked, prodded, redressed, and coiffed by her gaggle of girlfriends to face life and getting rid of the excess weight of the loser hubby, she still would like to curl up in bed and watch TV or read a book. Too bad her friends know better. Forced to find her way in the dating and working world after taking care of the loser and her children after twenty five years is a shock. Getting the job is easier than she hoped, but the men-not so much. Especially when it involves brothers!

Grab Minx, laugh and know there is hope for middle aged women! Especially if you too would be vertically challenged in high heels!

Maggie Adams is an Amazon Best Selling contemporary romance author. Her first book in the Tempered Steel Series, Whistlin’ Dixie, debuted in Amazon’s Top 100 for Women’s Fiction, humor, on November, 2014 and then again at #61 in 2016. Since then, she has consistently made the Amazon best seller 5-star list with Leather and Lace, Something’s Gotta Give, Love, Marriage & Mayhem, and Forged in Fire. Her series has launched the tiny town of Grafton, Illinois, into International recognition with sales in Mexico, Ireland, Scotland, Australia, and the UK.
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She’s Mine ~ A Captive Romance

New Release
✨March 19th✨
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My father gave me to a stranger in exchange for debts owed.
Abducted. Imprisoned. Enslaved.
This is my existence.
Uncompromising and relentless in getting what he wants, the man who owns me makes my temper flare, my blood boil, and my body come alive. He’s getting under my skin, making me submit to his will, and desire things I should never want.
I’m his prisoner.
I’m his slave.
But, I will be his undoing.
If he thinks to claim me, he’s in for a fight, because I am my father’s daughter, and they will both reap what they’ve sown.
At least, that is the plan.

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I bounced with excitement as I neared the thick doors of the palatial monstrosity which had been my prison for the past twenty-one years. Z was out on a business trip. I’d be in and out, then gone, and would never again have to face the darkness in my father’s eyes.
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As long as Z and I kept our distance, me in boarding school and him with his business, life allowed me to deny the truth. I was the rich socialite daughter of the illustrious Zane Carson, multi-millionaire who collected properties and corporations for sport. I dated who I wanted. As long as I didn’t sleep with married men or had my name splashed in the tabloids, Z and I maintained a peaceful coexistence.
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But that no longer mattered, because I vowed to be free of his overbearing ways. I had plans to pub crawl from Scotland to Germany in one long summer of debauchery with my girlfriends before hitting the books and beginning my new life. All I had to do was stuff my backpack with a couple pairs of jeans, T-shirts, and one naughty black dress.
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At twenty-one, I had a bachelors in Computer Science from MIT which set me free. No longer would I be a slave to Z’s money or his insufferable rules.
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I put my weight behind the heavy, ornate door and pushed. This would be the last time I entered this house.
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I stepped across the threshold and lurched to a stop.
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Z stood in the middle of the sweeping foyer. His coal dark eyes bore down on me beneath thick bushy brows. Heavy shadows gathered in his stormy gaze and a scowl framed his face. Two men stood with him; two large, intimidating men.
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Years of rejection and emotional manipulation left no love lost between me and Z. In my head, he wasn’t father or daddy. He was simply Z. I had long since whittled my father’s name down to a single letter. I hated him, only because I craved the love he denied me with the irrational need of a child. In front of others, I maintained a civil facade, however, and called him Papa. I did that now.
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“Papa? I didn’t think you would be home.” My sandals slapped against Italian marble as I pulled up short.
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“Raven.” His harsh, clipped tones made my heart lurch. There was no tenderness for me in his greeting.
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Disapproval tugged at the corners of his mouth and his displeasure radiated in the flare of his nostrils and the pinch of his eyes as he surveyed my state of dress.
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His women wore their hair in tightly wound buns or French twists. I kept mine loose because it irritated him and it hung down to my waist. But his eyes skipped over my hair, made no mention of my lack of makeup, and moved to my summer tank top and cut off shorts. That’s when his eyes widened, showing white around inky blackness.
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“Papa…” My throat constricted and I subconsciously wrapped an arm across my chest, covering my unsupported breasts.
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Z demanded perfection in his female companions.
Seeing his daughter in cut-off jeans, and a spaghetti tank top without a bra garnered more reaction in three seconds than I’d gotten out of him in twenty-one years.
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“You’re dressed like a whore.” His teeth ground out a horrible sound as his jaw clenched.
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My gaze flew to the men. Surprise fluttered in my belly that he would speak so crudely in front of company.
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“Papa?” The word hung between us as he came at me.
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His fingers latched around my wrist, biting into the tender flesh. My free hand pulled at him, trying to loosen his grip, but my efforts were useless against the steel band of his fingers. He yanked me toward the men.
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“As promised.” He thrust me at the largest man. “Debt paid.”
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An impossibly huge man pulled me from Z’s grip.
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I turned wild eyes to Z.
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I looked to the man who had given me life and saw the truth etched in the granite lines of his features. Comfort never came through the cold-hearted man who dominated my life. He never once touched me with love.
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The set of his jaw confirmed the truth. I couldn’t believe what was happening, but the men lent a certain degree of reality to the situation.
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The man who took me from Z, wrapped an arm around my waist as I kicked out trying to get free. It was a useless gesture. My efforts to free myself were laughable, but then I wasn’t thinking rationally. My mind reeled with my father’s words. What did he mean by debt paid?
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The man pressed his lips to my ear and whispered. “You belong to another now.”

 

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Ellie writes the kind of heart-stopping, pulse-pounding, can’t-stop-reading romance filled with all your sexy, swoon-worthy, alpha men. They have to be, because the heroines Ellie writes are strong women with take charge attitudes.

International, bestselling, multi-genre author, Ellie writes the stories she loves to read. Dark romance lover? Sweet contemporary romance? How about a romantic suspense to whet your appetite? Ellie writes it all. Don’t wait any longer, your next book boyfriend is waiting for you.

Born in the South, raised under the Hawaiian sun, Ellie has traveled the globe while in service to her country. The love of her life, her amazing husband, is her number one fan and biggest supporter. And yes! He’s read every word she’s written.

Could she be destined to love two dragons?

Dragons’ Mate

By Beverly Ovalle

Published: Boroughs Publishing Group

 

They had been searching for their mate, but when they find her she is traumatized and scared to be around strange men. They must get her to accept them before they reveal their true natures. Will their love be strong enough to break down her barriers? Could she truly be destined to love two dragons?

Today Annie’s dragons will shift and fulfill her every desire, which means a fiery threesome—and true love.

 

Excerpt:

They slowly stared her down, gold and green eyes unblinking. Grrr, dragons. Sometimes she could tell they thought they were boss.

Tine suddenly leapt up and licked her from head to toe. Ew. Brand followed suit and licked her too, evidently not to be outdone. Ugh. Now she was wet and sticky all over. Glaring at them, she stripped and dove into the pond. The sensation was decadent, the movement of the warm water caressing her hypersensitive body. Then the water swirled behind her and she recognized the dragons had followed her in.

“Get out!” she cried, surfacing. She did not want to share. The boys were the reason she needed to rinse off in the first place.

Of course they didn’t listen; they loved to play like this. Brand came up beneath her,

positioning himself so that Annie was straddling his snout, and he lifted her up out of the water atop his head. After the dream she’d had, her flesh was tingling and reactive, and she had a flash of panic. That supple dragonskin kindled heat better left unexplored, and she was just about to dismount when Tine leapt up and nudged her forward, tumbling her off and dumping her headfirst into the water. From the noises, she swore both dragons were laughing. Then she thought she heard, It is time.

 

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Her life changed the moment he saved her

A Saint’s Salvation

Corporal Nicholas ‘Saint’ Santiago needs to go home to reclaim the man he used to be. To be the man he was before Operation Enduring Freedom slowly hardened his heart. He needs to reconnect to the values and the reasons he is doing what he does. Saint also needs to try to forget the courageous woman he fell in love with.

Petty Officer Angelina Jones’ life changed the moment Saint saved her life. She survived the blast but now has to deal with the fact that she will never be whole. She can’t believe that anyone would want her the way she is now. Digging up her courage, Angelina moves forward hoping against hope that she can live a full life again.

Crossing paths again brings their emotions to a full boil. A coincidence that will have them both reaching for their dreams.

Excerpt:

Nick made his way to the glass doors. Exiting his room, Nick saw the outline of a woman. The sun was dropping, highlighting her, leaving him unable to see her features, only her shape. Nick sucked in a breath and could feel himself harden. Curvy and just the right height to fold into his arms, long hair that lay in waves down her back, she was perfect.

Nick could hear her suck in a breath, in surprise or appreciation? Nick hoped to find out. He moved closer and with the sun no longer in his eyes, surprise slammed him upside the head. Nick grinned and stepped forward, trapping her against the railing. Her face had lit up, her smile diamond bright. His soul burst with happiness, responding to the joy in her face.

“Hello, beautiful.” Nick leaned down, pulling her curves against him and ravaged her mouth, not about to give her a chance to reject him. He felt her breath catch and then her arms came around his neck. He heard her glass hit the balcony floor. Nick shifted, sliding his lips along her neck. “I never dreamed it would be you.”

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