A broken cyborg. A dying elf. Can they save each other before it’s too late?

As the first cyborg ever created, the Ardak’s experiments left Simban broken and without hope. Barely able to control his body or his speech, he sets off into the wilderness to avoid the first post-invasion winter solstice celebration. But when he finds a dying elf, he realizes that he might have found a kindred spirit, and her time is running out.

Irielle fled to the mountains to avoid the Ardaks. Plagued by flashbacks of when she was captured as their prisoner and a horrible pain in her chest that’s growing worse, the only thing she has left to do is die alone in the icy snow. But when a certain cyborg finds her, she suddenly has reason to hope. Until the Ardaks make an unexpected appearance.

Can these two broken beings heal each other? Join Simban and Irielle in a race against time and the Ardaks to find out.

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Immortal Angel is always writing. Her specialty? Science fiction / fantasy romances that drop readers into a new world and leave them hanging on until the very end.

Growing up on sci-fi, fantasy, and romance; she can’t help but weave these elements into her stories. Which, luckily for her readers, results in a whole lot of hot human men, supernatural males, and some very sexy aliens.

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They didn’t come from the same world …

Born rich to a family of mafia royalty, Lucia Marcello was already destined to succeed. She wanted for absolutely nothing, until she met him.

Born poor to parents who never cared, Renzo Zulla was already destined to fail. He has struggled for absolutely everything, but she’ll prove to be his biggest fight yet.

She’s high society from the upscale suburbs.
He’s a drug dealer from New York’s slums.

They just weren’t meant to be … until they were.

What would it take to change a life—an entire perspective? All the things you thought you knew and wanted?

For them, it took thirty-six days.
And the privilege of meeting each other.

They shouldn’t be.
They don’t fit.
Love doesn’t care.

Note: Privilege is book one in a three-book trilogy following the same couple.

Bethany-Kris is a Canadian author, lover of much, and mother to four young sons, one cat, and three dogs. A small town in Eastern Canada where she was born and raised is where she has always called home. With her boys under her feet, snuggling cat, barking dogs, and a hubby calling over his shoulder, she is nearly always writing something … when she can find the time.

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Title: Shattered Love (Forever Us, #1)

Author: Nivia Borell

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: November 28, 2018

Bria du Mont and Damien du Sky have been in love for as long as they can remember. Neighbors and best friends since childhood, they planned to be together forever.

That is until Damien seeks to propose to Bria on her eighteenth birthday and finds her in bed with another man.

Bria has no memory of how she ended up in that situation, but Damien still leaves her. Traumatized by his departure, she develops broken heart syndrome and becomes emotionally numb in her search for closure.

Meanwhile, Damien drowns his pain in alcohol before becoming a ruthless CEO and a playboy who refuses to let himself love again.

Prisoners of their past, Bria and Damien prove incapable of staying away from each other. They dig deeper into the fateful night which tore them apart and uncover secrets which will threaten all they know and challenge the meaning and strength of true love.

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“I am done, Bria,” he says, his bloodshot eyes sealed on mine, his voice cracking. He raises a hand exposing the inside of his palm as I gawk at the fine and long lines carving it. “I have to give you something. Here is my bleeding heart. It has ceased beating in my chest, Bria. It’s yours and always has been. Mend it or smash it!”

His words and torn expression snap something inside me, but before I sink to the floor, he grabs me and scoops me into his lap. Tears run down his pain-distorted face, and I can’t take it any longer. I join him, and we weep in earnest for what feels like an eternity. Then, with my head resting on his chest and his arms wrapped around me, we sit here on the floor, an entangled mess of broken hearts and bodies and sad sounds.

I feel a strong urge to caress him, but I halt my attempt to comfort him. Maybe I am completely mad because I’ve always felt this aching need to be there for him, to ease his pain. I can’t rein in myself even after everything that’s happened. He’s the one I can never turn away from, my other half. I feel truly possessed and under the spell and power of something that, although it feels foreign and distant, is still strong enough to make me surrender my all to him. I am far from caring or cringe he will hurt me anymore. I’ve been on the receiving end for a long time now, and it has never deterred me from trying to mollify his pain. Yes, I suppose he might show some sort of disturbed rejection and hurl cruel words my way, but, as always, I will take it for what it is—his particular coping mechanism.

“How can you even touch me?”

I freeze with my hand midway in the air because the last time we were together, he said he despised and loathed me, so, of course, he will not like my caress. Likely sensing my turmoil, he clasps my hand in his and trails kisses down my wrist. His gesture has something reverent in it, and the moisture he leaves on my hand mesmerizes me. I can’t seem to peel my eyes away.

“Bria, how can you wish to touch and comfort me? How can you caress the same person who caused you the most pain? Comfort the one person who’s not at all worthy of it? How can you touch the same person who said those horrible things to you back then, terrible lies out of the mouth of a complete sinner?”

I just stare at him in disbelief, and a fine line spreads on his forehead. Maybe I’m already dead and haven’t noticed it. Perhaps I took too many aspirin with too much wine. I look at the aspirin foil. It is intact. My body trembles with Damien’s closeness, but my mind is far away. He snatches the packet from my hand, and his brows snaps together.

“What the fuck are these, Bria? What are these pills?” He shakes me, but I still can’t utter any words. “Answer me, Bria, or I’ll force you to retch! Do you really enjoy making me lose my damn mind? I am on the brink of my sanity here, and you are not helping.”

The force of his voice rattles the walls. Is he for real? I manage to find a few words. “It’s aspirin. I have a headache,” I lie.

“Stop deceiving me, Bria. It kills me how easily you can lie while looking me straight in my face.”

He clenches my upper arms, and I tilt my head up.

“When did it become so effortless for you, my sweet baby? Can you remember the day I told you I wanted to corrupt your innocence but hoped it would still be there shining in your hazel eyes? What have I done?”

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Nivia Borell is a contemporary romance author, voracious reader, nature lover, star gazer, day dreamer. She spends her nights deciding between getting up to write, and staying in bed and forgetting the assault of her characters on her sleep (the battle is never ending). She has a weakness for tormented characters, second chances, and happy endings.

While writing is her biggest passion, her husband, family, and books are her greatest loves.

For updates, news, and releases be sure to visit Nivia’s official website at www. niviaborell.com.

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Every so often I read a book and it makes me think. It stays with me for a few days and this is IT. I read this so fast! The beginning of the book gives you Storm and Evelyn. In the early stage they are involved in a snow storm (get it) and the situation while scary, is also so friggin funny.

I love Evelyn because she is naive in a very good way. A particular scene that strikes me as hilarious is when Evelyn has to go to the bathroom. She has this mental conversation with herself.

It is windy, cold, snowing and she has heels on. Storm tells her he will carry her. So sweet!! What I saw was the author creating her to be cute and funny, no so bold that it is overkill. She uses words like hussy, which I find adoringly cute.

I wont give any spoilers but I will say that Evelyn is living with her boyfriend for 12 years. enough said right there. Gosh she has her head in the clouds big time.

The Storm story was SAD. A goodie though! but still sad

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The plot flowed throughout the book giving you a solid base of characters that will be featured. The fact that Storm is revealed to be in a band, gives the opening for his parents, Grandmother, cousins and brother to be introduced.

Overall this is a fantastic journey for Evelyn. I am dripping with anticipation for book 2.

Carian Cole has a passion for the bad boys, those covered in tattoos, sexy smirks, ripped jeans, fast cars, motorcycles and of course, the sweet girls who try to tame them and win their hearts.

Born and raised a Jersey girl, Carian now resides in beautiful New Hampshire with her husband and their multitude of furry pets. She spends most of her time writing, reading, and vacuuming.

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Omar is one of the best hunters in the Counter-Terrorism Bounty Hunter Program. He has tracked and taken down some of the nation’s most dangerous and elusive targets. He believes he is fighting for his country; that the Program is designed to protect us. Then his name appears on the List.

Now Omar must run for his life, hunted by high-tech, well-trained and heavily armed hunter teams. With an entire country wired to track our every move, and every civilian a possible hunter, he must use all of his skills to survive and fight to uncover the truth.

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I just have to say the people on here are really getting to be too much. Someone posting “I got food poisoning what can I report & where” People offer suggestions and go as far as to google the terms of food illnesses & post links. Because she is not to be believed ? I dont get it. As a nurse I told her the over the counter things to get and YES food poisoning is in most cases shows up between 1-4 hours of eating bad food. Of course there are levels like any other sickness, mild cases show up later with less symptoms. Give us a heads up last night we ate here and got sick anyone else? That is nice and normal.

I added a survey for owners in Stonegate about lessons at the pools. People are so rude. One even told me that I would rather a kid drown than be bothered. I just think that if you work and want your lesson on the corner then you need to buy a home with a private pool. The public pool situation with dirt, litter, parties and so on is not good. What happened to being kind? What happened to not saying anything if it isnt nice? I dont want to touch the voting because the obnoxious nature is appalling. The same people come across using nasty terms and then say why cant you go to another pool? NO why cant you take your kids to the YMCA ?

So judgmental with driving too. Every single one of us is wrong when it comes to being in a hurry and not fully stopping. I see gross displays on our streets. l someone makes a statement here and immediately everyone jumps on them. They took a picture and they themselves were unsafe. How could you shame them ? Oh my gosh.

Practice with instruments. Dont even go there I have a few neighbors who have kids that will never go to Julliard and they practice at odd times with the same piano notes for at least an hour a day. It is painful. Piano playing is usually nice and peaceful bu not when you are yelling and forcing a kid to practice it. Yes we hear you smacking you kids! My other neighbor says things like yesterday gem “You broke it get out of my face” “Do you want me to yell at you” to her kid. They have crying fits several times a day and I am baffled at the way voices carry. Yeah we are close so you do expect it but there are limits. Like using a leaf blower at 8am or using clippers to shave your husbands back at 730 am. Not a lie Kids bike was stolen. People actually make statements about why they were not locked up. That is just pathetic. Words like that shouldnt be spoken. Why didnt you have a camera, no alarm, stuff left there and neighbors dont have video? Same with a car. You left your door unlocked? So ok kick them when they are down.

What happened to being civil? I am turning off notifications and the app this is just a bunch of nasty opinionated people who seem to have nothing else to do but be a critic to thy neighbors.