Love the One You Hate by R.S. Grey @inkslingerpr @AuthorRSGrey


R.S. Grey’s new standalone romance, Love the One You Hate is coming May 7th! Check out the gorgeous cover and find out more today!

About Love the One You Hate (Available May 7th)

 

 

Nicholas Hunt is the man I hate.

For good reason.

 

His opinion of me is tainted by prejudice even before my arrival at his grandmother’s estate, and my first impression of him is just as abysmal.

 

His arrogance and icy demeanor make it clear that he’s the type of man who’s best handled at a distance.

 

Fortunately, space shouldn’t be an issue inside this Gilded Age mansion and its lush gardens. If I stick with the servants and he keeps to his sailboat and vintage Porsche, we should hardly cross paths at all. Unfortunately, at Rosethorn, I find that all roads eventually lead to Nicholas Hunt.

 

Sparks fly as we spar at the dinner table. Fighting words are flung in the shadows of the palatial halls.

 

We hang suspended in our hatred of one another, painfully oblivious to the heat and tension that build with every moment we’re left alone. We’re liable to kill one another, I think…right up until my eyes land on his lips and a new feeling grips hold of me: lust.

 

What’s worse?

He knows it.

 

They say you should keep your enemies close, but when Nicholas tightens his grip on my waist and draws me near, I’m not sure if it’s out of loathing or love.

 

One thing’s for sure—I intend to find out.

 

 

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R.S. Grey is the USA Today bestselling author of over twenty novels. She lives in Texas with her husband and daughter, and can be found reading, binge-watching reality TV, or practicing yoga! Visit her at rsgrey.com

 

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BEFORE by Bethany Kris @bethanykris @IndieSagePR


BEFORE

by Bethany-Kris
Publication Date: April 20, 2020
Genres: Adult, Mafia, Organized Crime. Erotic Romance, Novella

Before everything changed …

He was just Lev Arsov. Bartender. Occasional illegal fighter. Struggling to get by.

Before the world watched …

She was just Gigi Parker. Unknown. Fledgling model. Barely making it work.

Before he was Pink, the mob enforcer, and she was Gigi Rey, the supermodel, they met by chance. It was only fun. No strings. Two people who didn’t have the first clue how different their lives would soon be.

But that was before …

Before everything changed.

*

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“Has anybody ever told you that your face should be on magazines?”

Gigi’s head popped up as a laugh burst from her lips. The man that had been working with the girls further down the bar approached her spot at the end, passing by at least twenty other people who gestured with a bit more ferocity at his blatant disregard for their shouts and demands. The white tee he wore stretched across the broad bands of muscle that made up an expansive chest. Rolled up at the sleeves, the fabric tightened to show off the way his strong arms and golden skin, dusted with dark hair, glinted under the pot lights that made up the backdrop of the bar when he placed them in front of her spot on the shiny top.

Black hair, shaved down to a well-groomed buzz, had a blue tint and only added to the sea-color of the stare that flicked over her features and then chanced a glance down at the low dip in the front of her romper. The man had no shame that he was checking her out, but she didn’t really mind all that much, either.

He wasn’t hard on the eyes.

It didn’t hurt to look at him.

Not at all.

And since he seemed content to drink in a good gulp of her, she did the same for him. Standing at least six and a half feet tall behind the bar, he towered higher than even the shelves of liquor behind him. Strong lines made up a face that didn’t have a hint of boyishness anywhere—not in the scruff that dotted a jaw and cheeks carved from stone. He was all man, all over. A thick brow quirked up when her stare slammed back into his, and a sexy grin stretched his thin lips wide to show off the white teeth that made up his smile.

And God.

What a fucking smile it was.

“Well, have they?” he asked.

Gigi had enough sense to swallow before she spoke, lest her next words come out in a girlish rush of hormones and stupidity. It wasn’t often a man could make her tongue-tied, and certainly not by only his approach.

But here she was.

Suddenly, this celebration was looking way better.

“It’s not the first time I’ve heard that line, actually,” she replied.

A laugh burst from his mouth, and yes, she somehow managed to feel that sound all over her body. The noise of the bar began to disappear all around her as the good-looking bartender with a body that looked more suitable to be in the ring than behind the bar leaned in. Edging a bit closer to her, he used his free hand to toss a yellow-checkered bar rag over his broad shoulder.

The action had her swallowing.

Again.

Because she’d noticed his fingers. Their length, the roughness of the digits like he used them a lot, and then their proximity to her when he dared to point one at her.

“But the better question,” he said, “is whether you’ve ever actually been on a magazine, hmm? Something familiar about that face.”

“Really? Because everyone likes to say they’ve never seen one like it.”

Those blue eyes of his blinked.

Then, he smirked.

“Maybe that’s it—never seen anything like it.”

It also wasn’t the first time she had been told that line, either. Except there was something about the way he said it and how his tone dipped at the end. Like his gaze roving down her throat when his tongue peeked out to lick along the seam of his bottom lip.

“Hey, are you gonna get us a fucking drink or—”

The bartender held up one large hand to the left, his palm stopping all of two inches away from the face of a beefy guy leaning across the bar top. “I’m only mixing for front tables tonight—fuck off to the other side of the bar before I move you there.”

Gigi grinned.

He hadn’t taken his eyes off her.

“I’m Gigi,” she said.

He opened his mouth to reply, but the announcer standing at the DJ’s booth just a few feet away from the boxing ring stopped him from saying anything at all when the man’s voice filled the speaker. His attention drifted to the man as he straightened up to his full height, allowing him to easily stare over the crowd of people.

“Next fight—Lev Arsov versus Draven Kinley. Ten minutes to start—one ten-minute round. Betting begins now.”

His gaze came back to her, sharper and sexier than ever. This time, that grin of his was a little more sinful and tempting.

But also dangerous.

“Looks like I’m up next.”

Gigi’s head snapped to the side, and she was sure her face reflected the shock radiating through her gut in that moment. He was just a bartender, right? “What?”

He winked. “Lev Arsov—that’s me. Stick around, Gigi. See what happens next.”

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by Bethany-Kris
Publication Date: May 8, 2020
Genres: Adult, Mafia, Organized Crime. Erotic Romance, Standalone

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He’s Pink, the personal enforcer for the boss of the New York mafia. She’s Gigi Rey, a supermodel known across the globe.

They live two entirely different lives but before the mob and the fame, they were Lev Arsov and Gigi Parker. Two people struggling to make it—who met by chance—before life got in the way.

Five years have passed since the nights they shared together, but Fashion Week brings Gigi back to New York and straight into Lev’s path once more, when her work obligations tangles with the mafia’s business. In this world, that’s never a good thing.

They aren’t the same people now. He’s a single dad doing whatever he can for his daughter. Gigi can’t walk down the street without the world watching. A lot has changed. The one thing that didn’t? How they keep finding their way into each other’s heads … and beds.

If only it was that simple.
If only the tabloids didn’t back them into a wall.
If only they saw it coming.

If only they could go back to the time before he was … Pink.

If only.

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Bethany-Kris is a Canadian author, lover of much, and mother to four young sons, one cat, and two 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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TROUBLE (Darling Devils Book 2) by Gabrielle G @authorGabG @inkslingerpr


Title: Trouble

Author: Gabrielle G

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: May 12th

About Trouble:

There are three things I have to protect: My heart, my scars and my life. Even from my best friend.

Some secrets have the power to change lives.

Or ruin them.

What I didn’t expect was for my best friend to walk away when I needed him most.

I made the only decision I could.

And I have no regrets–even if Lars Trouble can’t handle that.

Now I just have to convince my broken heart it’s better off without him.

***

I don’t do secrets, I hate deceivers and I’m not in love with my best friend.

Or so I thought.

As the man in the shadows, the drummer of the Darling Devils, the person I rely on most is my best friend.

That is until I discover Naomi is a liar.

If walking away from her was hard, learning she isn’t mine to love feels impossible.

And just when I think it’s all finally coming back together, fate steps in and proves me wrong.

But when you love someone, you do the only thing you can. You fight for your love story to begin.

A friends-to-lovers romance to the beat of the Darling Devils – the legends of music.

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Lars and I were kissing, and it was delicious.

As delicious as a spoonful of Nutella. You know you shouldn’t indulge, but at the end of the day, you can’t resist. And why would you?

He detached his lips from mine, dove back in, kissed me some more.

It was hot.

Nutella with sparkles.

But then he stopped, looked at me with fire in his eyes and dropped the bomb that would define our relationship.

“That’s why I love your kind of girls so much.”

 

It wasn’t a cold shower. It was an Arctic Tsunami.

I was just another preconceived notion, and this manslut of a rock star might have had an Asian fetish. (…)

Asian wasn’t a type.

It was the continent I came from. It was an ocean of misconception.

It was a melting pot of cultural mishaps of western minds.

And being Japanese, I hated men thinking I could become a Geisha once in their bed.

I liked sex. I liked men but not because I was born in Japan, not because I could become a mistress, and not because porn had made “Asian girls” the ultimate tight pussy to fuck.

I liked sex because I was me.

 

So, coming out of the bathroom, I rejected Lars.

(…)

 

Unfortunately, I had to talk to him later that night, and when he thought I came for more, I burst his bubble.

He had never heard of an Asian fetish and was convinced it wasn’t a thing.

I told him to check it out.

I explained why I didn’t have sex or date men who fell in this category.

He listened.

He learned.

 

And we ended up talking all night, and then some more on the phone the next day and around coffee after that.

We talked about who we were, who I was, where I came from, what he liked, how he became a rock star, how it changed his life.

We were spilling all of our secrets.

Or almost all of them.

We learned everything and anything there was to know about one another.

We spent nights together, talking for hours, falling asleep next to each other.

We were together for most of our free time, even if we barely had any.

We were always attached at the hip whenever we could be, wherever we would go.

It all started with a hot kiss, but Lars Trouble had become my most beautiful story.

He had become my best friend.

 

 

About Gabrielle G:

Gabrielle G will do anything for a hot cup of tea, still celebrates her half birthdays and feels everyone has an inner temptuous voice.

Born in France and having lived in Switzerland, Gabrielle currently resides in Montreal with her husband, three devilish children and an extremely moody cat.

After spending years contemplating a career in writing, she finally jumped off the deep end and took the plunge into the literary world. Writing consumed her and she independently published her work.

Gabrielle’s style is fiercely raw and driven by pure emotion. Her love stories leave you out of breath, yearning for more, while at the same time wiping away tears.

 

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Cocksure Ace (A Cocky Hero Club Novel) by K Webster @KristiWebster @givemebookspr


 

Title: Cocksure Ace
A Cocky Hero Club Novel
Author: K Webster
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 17, 2020

 

Blurb
I’m a fighter.
At least that’s what my daddy always told me.
It’s in our blood.

Hard work, hustle, and a little Hennessy is the Reid motto.
He taught me to fight for everything I wanted in life.
Take down those who threaten the dream.

My dream is to marry the perfect man.
That man is my father’s best friend and I won’t stop until I have him.
And at Daddy’s wedding in Costa Rica, I plan to make that dream finally come
true.
Then, my life will be smooth sailing.

Until a chance flight with an arrogant pilot throws me off course.
Literally.
Camilo’s decisions affect my future, and I can’t allow anything—not even a
cocksure, ridiculously hot idiot—to stand in my way.

Problem is, he fights back.
Every battle I’ve won in life, he shoots down and exposes me for the fraud I
am.
Trapped in paradise with my devilishly handsome nemesis seems like one of the
seven circles of Hell…and, boy, is it getting hot around here.

He’ll strip me of my armor.
Remind me of my past.
Force me to rethink my future.
And help me live in the moment.
Will he steal my heart too?

One thing’s for sure.
This girl won’t give up without a fight.

Author Bio
K Webster
is a USA Today Bestselling
author.  Her titles have claimed many
bestseller tags in numerous categories, are translated in multiple languages,
and have been adapted into audiobooks.
She lives in “Tornado Alley” with her husband, two children, and her
baby dog named Blue. When she’s not writing, she’s reading, drinking copious
amounts of coffee, and researching aliens.
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PROVOKE by Rachel Van Dyken @RachVD @inkslingerpr


 

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About PROVOKE:

From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Rachel Van Dyken comes a new story in her Seaside Pictures series…

The music industry called me a savant at age sixteen when I uploaded my first video and gained instant fame. And then Drew Amherst of Adrenaline became my mentor, and my career took off.

Everything was great.

Until tragedy struck, and I wondered if I’d ever be able to perform again. I fought back, but all it took was a falling light to bring it all back to the fore. So, I walked away. Because I knew it wasn’t just stage fright. It was so much more.

The only problem?

Drew and the guys are counting on me. If I can’t combat the crippling anxiety threatening to kill me, I might lose more than I ever dreamed of.

Enter Piper Rayne, life coach, with her bullshit about empowerment, rainbows, and butterflies. She smiles all the damn time, and I’m ninety-nine percent sure there’s not a problem she can’t solve.

Until me.

She was given twenty-one days to fix me. To make me see what’s important. What’s real. The problem is, all I can see now is her. The sexy woman who pushes me. Provokes me.

Only time will tell if she’s able to do her job—and I can make her mine.

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Excerpt:

“Braden!” Mom yelled for me.

I made a face at my computer. “I’m going to be dead if she heard me. Also, hi, Mom. I assume you’re watching my live feed. Hey, we’re out of Pringles so—”

She stormed into my room, swatted me on the head with an empty can of Pringles, then barreled back out.

“Love you, Ma!” I called over my shoulder.

“Love you too!” she yelled.

I put my hand on my heart. “All right, let’s do this.”

I had been singing the shit out of my newest song. Within a day of its first airing, it had garnered over two million views. Actually small by comparison to my biggest hit, which had over forty million.

My channel was doing so well that my mom was able to stay home with my little sisters, which just made me feel like the man of the house—I was somehow contributing since my loser dad stopped sending child support eons ago.

I closed up for the night and headed downstairs just as the doorbell rang.

“Braden, can you get that?” Mom said from the kitchen. “I’m elbow-deep in chicken.”

“Ew, Mom, take your fetishes elsewhere.”

A curse and then, “Braden, I swear I’m going to put naked chickens in your bed if you say something about that on your channel.”

I paused for effect and then said. “I’ll think about it.”

“Braden!”

I busted out laughing as the doorbell rang again. “Hold your ass, man.”

I jerked open the door and nearly died when Drew Amhurst, Adrenaline’s front man and all-around A-list rock star stood there, sunglasses low on his nose, and both hands on his ass, smirking. “Like this, bro? Or am I doing it wrong?”

I grinned. “Did we just become best friends?”

“I’d shake your hand but you told me to hold my ass.”

“Brothers don’t shake hands.” It totally slipped from my mouth. Before I knew what was happening, Drew charged me, pulled me in for a tight hug, kissed both my cheeks like we were Italian or something, and then set me down.

“Brothers hug.”

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“[S]eductive yet sweet…Van Dyken (the Liars, Inc. series) mixes comic relief with personal growth, making this catchy romance irresistible.” Publishers Weekly

“This one promises to be a compulsive, engrossing romance for the right readers.” Kirkus Reviews

“Van Dyken’s (The Matchmaker’s Playbook) prose is absorbing, and readers will find themselves rooting for Mackenzie and Slade individually and together. An enjoyable romp that blends sex with soul-searching…” Library Journal (starred review)

 

 

 


About RACHEL VAN DYKEN:

Rachel Van Dyken is a New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today bestselling author. When she’s not writing about hot hunks for her Regency romance or New Adult fiction books, Rachel is dreaming up new hunks. (The more hunks, the merrier!) While Rachel writes a lot, she also makes sure she enjoys the finer things in life—like The Bachelor and strong coffee.

Rachel lives in Idaho with her husband, son, and two boxers.

 

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THUNDERSTORM by Susana Mohel @inkslingerpr @SMohel


Another storm has arrived! If you love enemies-to-lovers romance, be sure to get your hands on THUNDERSTORM by Susana Mohel–start reading it for free with Kindle Unlimited!

About THUNDERSTORM

Adrik Houston means nothing but trouble.

I’ve spent years building my career, and I’m not about to let him push me away from the goal I’ve set for my future.

I don’t care if he’s handsome, cocky, and fixated on getting me. On my charts, he’s Lucifer himself filling a panty-melting uniform.

But he doesn’t know how stubborn I can be when my heart is in the line of fire.

He’s ready to fight.

So am I.

We aren’t a match made in heaven. We’re two energy charged clouds ready to collide.

I’m Jordania Zanetti.

In war the winner takes it all, and the battle is about to start.

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About SUSANA MOHEL

Author, wife, and mother of a girl and a puppy. I love the happily ever after. Believer & dreamer. I live in my own world, sipping Ginger Ale and lime. I’m always plotting my next book, coloring pages, and reading.

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Liarholic by Kingsley Ash @kingsleyashlove @givemebookspr


 

 

Title: Liarholic
Author: Kingsley Ash
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Lucy Olsen
Release Date: April 20, 2020
Blurb
It hurts
to look at you.
One,
two, three, four, five . . . the lyrics to the hell inside your OCD head.
Not alive,
not dead. In chains.
You’re
broken, Amy. I did this. Can’t undo that.
Six
years ago, I played a cruel joke on you in front of the whole school. The girl
who made a happiness machine to put her happy inside my head. And I just ripped
your heart out.
Now, I’m
back to fix what I broke. I’m a psychologist, Amy. I can give you back the
happiness I stole . . .
It’s all
a lie.
I’m not a
doctor.
So what.
She doesn’t get a choice.
So what if
I buy the Victorian estate she lives in, blackmail her into fake therapy
sessions.
So what if
I get her addicted to my body like a painkiller, make her wish me dead.
I’m not the
hero. I’m the monster. The orphan boy gone bad. Cursed, everything broken.
So what,
when I discover a dark secret that makes her every inch off-limits, I don’t
keep my hands off her.
Her
bones are made from emeralds, she’s that precious.
I won’t
stop chasing her until she’s mine.
But Amy is
a pretty little liar, too. Her lie is the deadliest of them all.
Only one of
us is telling the truth.
So bloody
what. Nobody’s gonna believe her over me.
It’s her
word . . .
     . . . against MINE.
You’re
in a bad place, Amy. Where the monsters go. But it’s only in the bad places . .
. I can get to you.
Disclaimer:
No cheating — this alpha-hole keeps it in his pants.

 

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Excerpt
I look at her. It’s
better than I expected. I thought it would be good, but the way Amy falls apart
is maybe the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. It starts in her shoulders,
where she seems to go weak, and at last, when her hand closes over the kid’s,
when she takes the flowers, the weakness goes to her eyes.
Oh, all her tricks
are gone now. She’s afraid and real and sad and crying into a pile of flowers
that are already dying.
Amy looks at Max, and then at me. She can’t decide what to say or do. That kind of feeling makes
me want to destroy things. But Amy doesn’t want to destroy anything. She wants
to save Max, protect him from the big bad monster. That is what tears at her.
Amy’s wondering where the danger is and I smell fear rolling off her in waves —
such intense fear that she will do or say the wrong thing. She can’t guess what
I’m up to. She’s wondering if I plan to give her a demonstration of what kind
of monster I really could be. Remind her I have a fuck for a heart.
The flowers fall out
of Amy’s delicate hands and onto the floor. She says to the kid, ‘Thank you,
Max. You mind if you leave me and Shepherd alone? We’ve got some important
adult matters to discuss. Boring stuff. Why don’t you go back to your mum? I’m
sure she’s missing you.’
‘Okay, Mamy.’ Max
trots out of Amy’s room, saying, ‘Smell you laters,’ with a
skip in his step.
‘You wouldn’t use a
kid? Surely?’ Amy whispers, her words hot as lava.
‘Yeah I would.’
‘Please don’t drag
Max into this.’
And for the first
time, she looks at me. Looks into my eyes with pure hatred. It’s what I wanted,
and now I can’t remember why I wanted it so bad.
‘You downright
refuse my help with your OCD, Amy. Don’t you get it? This shit is ruining your
life.’
Her pale lips
quiver. ‘Why can’t you leave me alone? Why is it so hard for you to just let me
be?’
‘I’m not leaving you
alone again.’
The response is
automatic. Easy. Because god fucking forbid she withers and dies.
Can you save
someone who’s already dying?
‘You don’t think I
see?’ I say. ‘You’re a zombie, Amy. Still fucking beautiful, but half alive. You’ve
given me no choice. If you don’t let me inside that pretty little head of
yours, I’ll kick Max and his mum out onto the streets.’
Sometimes the stars
don’t align so you have to make them. That’s what I’m doing with Amy. I’m
playing God. Fuck Fate. Fuck us destined for a never. I’m
making it happen.
Her mouth smacks
open. I can see into the dark reaches of her. ‘You can’t.’
‘Yeah I can. Daisy,
right? She’s poor. Comes from some derelict housing estate on the east side. I
hear it’s bad for her at home. Her uncle or something . . . They can’t afford
to pay for treatment — you know that? They’re behind on their payments. I’ve
been letting her stay scot-free.’
‘I didn’t know you
were doing that for Daisy . . . ’ Her voice is quiet like a mouse.
‘You don’t know a
lot about me.’
I can’t help the
pride that creeps in my voice. All that destruction, all that chaos I’m making
for her. It’s like a lion lying a bird at her feet.
I always get what I
want. The lies give me that power. That’s what got me addicted to them.
‘So, what’s it gonna
be? Start therapy with me? Or you wanna go downstairs and help Daisy pack her
bags?’
I’m a snake in a
suit with dead eyes and a poison tongue, and Amy gives me a death stare. Her
face is glazed for a split-second, like a China doll. Then she frowns. Her lips
purse together. Her eyes are unblinking.
‘My friends are the
one real thing in my life and you’re wrecking it,’ she says.
Wrecking things
is what I do best.
In this moment, if
her eyes were a weapon, the piercing look in them could cause serious
annihilation. It’s like she’s a lioness and I just went into her territory,
poked her, and she’s ready to attack.
‘This is emotional
blackmail. You’re using my friend and little Max to get what you want. I never
thought you could sink this low.’
It just about kills
me laughing the way she looks at me. Pure fucking contempt on a cracker. If
looks could kill, Amy would be more deadly than me. Her hate — that’s good all
by itself, makes me run hot.
I lean closer,
breathe her in. All vanilla and flower and bubble-gum. I give her a reassuring
smile. Such a narrow margin between reassuring and predatory.
‘That’s what you
want, isn’t it?’ she says. ‘You want me to hate you, because you think hate is
stronger than love,’ she says right in my face.
‘Baby, they’re not
opposites.’ I smile wickedly. ‘I think hate and lust are very close.’
It makes her eyes
hot with hate. She’s not afraid of what I’ll do or say next. She’s thinking
about killing me, maybe.
‘No, they are not
opposites, but you’re wrong. Hate isn’t stronger,’ she snarls, spit in the
corners of her mouth, and I don’t want her to stop. I want her to hate me a
whole lot harder if that’s what this is.
Got your
attention, now.
‘You want me to hate
you, but hate is weak. Don’t you understand? I feel nothing. I don’t even hate
you, anymore.’
‘You will,’ I say.
‘Soon enough, you’ll want me dead.’
But it blows my mind
that she doesn’t already.
I straighten the
gold seahorse around her neck. ‘Start making an effort to heal — or Daisy and
her little kid get booted out. Hell, I’ll raise the prices so high nobody will
be able to afford living here. Even those stuck-up rich girls. The roof over
their heads rests on your shoulders. Sink or swim — your choice, Amy.’
I’m pulling her
apart like candy floss. I’ve ruined her. I’ve burned down her dreams, hopes.
Turned her wishes to ashes. And I’ll keep ruining her, keep destroying her.
Maybe a deep part of me wants her to stop me.
‘Fine,’ she mutters.
 She doesn’t
hesitate. Doesn’t even calculate. That’s how bad she wants to save Daisy and
Max from the big evil monster.
‘Just like that? No
fight?’
‘I can’t cut off my
heart. I’m not you.’ She looks down at her bare dainty feet. ‘I just want
peace.’
Something you
could kill your way to . . . that’s how I see peace, Amy.
Whole lot of silence
after that.
Finally she says,
‘You’re vile.’
‘Tell me something I
don’t already know.’
Her eyes are jewel
green, hazed in mist. ‘I thought you were beautiful when I first saw you at the
children’s home.’
She never flatters
me, not since I hurt her. And a slow, sickening feeling comes on me.
‘Is that so?’
‘When I was
fourteen, I used to love you.’ She says it all in a cold, steady voice, and it
stabs like sharp icicles in my heart.
I pin her against
the wall behind her, and snarl, ‘Used to love me?’
The air around us is
heavy, rage brews in my gut.
‘Yes. Imagine that.
Little fourteen-year-old me — in love and thinking about you.’
It’s the closest
she’s come to showing me any real feelings. But she uses it in
the past fucking tense.
‘What do you think
that does to me, Amy, hearing you used to love me?’
‘What do you think
it does to my heart?’
The problem is, that
as good as it feels, as much as I want to lean back and get off on her
submission, I can’t. Because she looks at me from under her eyelashes. Looks at
me with my damned soul in her eyes. She never looks at me when I — no, I never
let her look at me when I go over the edge of ecstasy. And now she won’t stop
looking at me. It knocks me for six.
I clench my teeth,
damp down the anger. Pride — that’s my cardinal vice. Not wrath. Pride. The one
sin from which all others stem. Yeah, I can be the greedy man and the mean man,
the envious and the enraged man, the licentious and the vicious man, but it all
spirals down to pride. To the mortal sin of playing God. Of being a complete
arse to the only girl I fucking love.
I keep my face
neutral and fix my raw eyes at the butchered flowers on the floor.
The ache fades and
the pleasure comes back so intense I want to eat her alive. For the first time
I have to give chase, like a wolf after prey. I take her to her bed, and her
tears are hot and delicious in my mouth.
This ‘thing’ between
us, the chemistry, it’s fucking toxic. I know my body is some kind of
painkiller, a poisonous addiction, a fix she needs when it
hurts too bad. It’s like a knife to my chest but I’ll let her use me. Take
whatever I can get. Give whatever she needs. I’ll feed her addiction.
I make her hurt,
knowing I’m the one she needs to make the pain go away.
When I’m inside her,
she’s crying so hard, her sobbing clutches at me so tightly, it feels like a
supernova when I come.
I live my life in
the Artic. Like a vampire, there’s no place for sunshine in my world.
Sunshine is a
fucking killer to dead souls like me. All the same, I’m like a wasp to the
biggest flame.
I don’t care if Amy
hates me, forever. All I want is for her eyes to stay alive when I’m there. If
she loved me again, would the darkness in my soul be converted? Or would the
scar her soul has left in me, fade?
Author Bio
Kingsley Ash is a British contemporary romance author who
loves writing sadistic book boyfriends because, hey, life is pain, right? She’s
on a mission to rip girls’ hearts out with alpha-holes, then fix them whole.
Maybe.
Kingsley loves Pina Colada. Rain makes her go off. She’s a
fitness freak. A pudding-holic. And a Brainiac. She lives in London and enjoys
playing — winning — golf with her sexy lawyer fiancé.
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Crushed Ruby (Broken Gems #2) by Jane Blythe #RomanticSuspense @jblytheauthor @givemebookspr


 

 

Title: Crushed Ruby
Series: Broken Gems #2
Author: Jane Blythe
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: April 6, 2020

 

Blurb
Betrayed. Sold. Tortured.
Now she’s fighting to rebuild her
life.

Ruby Hatcher escaped human traffickers, and she has her life back, but a
nagging voice at the back of her mind keeps telling her the world would be a
better place without her in it. When a home invasion throws her together with
Detective Judah Willow, she learns that she’s not as alone as she thought.

Judah wants to ask Ruby out, but he knows about her traumatic past and won’t
push her into doing something she isn’t ready for. But when Ruby gets mixed up
in his latest case, he is determined not only to keep her safe but also to prove
to her that not all men treat women like property. Earning her trust and her
heart will push him to confront his own turbulent past, but if it helps Ruby,
it’s worth it.

 

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Author Bio
Jane Blythe is a USA Today bestselling author of romantic
suspense full of sexy heroes, strong heroines, and serial killers! When she’s
not weaving hard to unravel mysteries she loves to read, bake, go to the beach,
build snowmen, and watch Disney movies. She has two adorable Dalmatians, is
obsessed with Christmas, owns 200+ teddy bears, and loves to travel!
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Lucky Bastard by Kaylee Ryan @author_k_ryan @givemebookspr #ContemporaryRomance


 

Title: Lucky Bastard
A Cocky Hero Club Novel
Author: Kaylee Ryan
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Perfect Pear Creative Covers
Photo: Wander Aguiar
Model: Pat Tanski
Release Date: May 17, 2020

 

Blurb
Emma
When my
best friend Aubrey asked me to tag along to an event with her, I never could
have imagined that it would be the day that my life changed forever.
He’s
arrogant and demanding and doesn’t take a hint. Landon Barker, the quarterback
for the Hermosa Beach Trojans, is a player on and off of the field. He’s got
his sights set on me as his next play, but I see right through him. Aubrey says
I’m overreacting, that I should give him a chance. What she doesn’t realize is
men like Landon don’t fall for the girl next door. That’s not reality. She got
her fairytale, although it was a long road. Not all of us are that lucky.
Landon
She’s a
friend of our new kicking coach’s wife. When I ask Chance for her number, he
tells me I have to find a way to get it myself.
Nothing
when it comes to Emma has been easy. She’s the first woman ever to turn me
down, and that won’t do. However, as time passes, it’s about more than that.
It’s about her smile, her laugh, and just spending time with her. She thinks
I’m a player, and she’s right. What she doesn’t know is that I play to win, and
her heart is the ultimate trophy.
Author Bio
Kaylee Ryan is a New York Times and USA Today Bestselling
author.  When she’s not spinning tales of happily ever after, she’s
reading or spending time with family.  Born and raised an Ohio girl,
Kaylee resides in Cincinnati with her husband and their son.
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Want Me Always by Lea Nolan #ContemporaryRomance @Lea_Nolan @inkslingerpr


Today we have the cover reveal for Lea Nolan’s Want Me Always! Check it out and be sure to pre-order today!

Title: Want Me Always

Author: Lea Nolan

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: April 21st

About Want Me Always:

Her mind says no…

 

Wren Donovan’s done with love. Betrayed and humiliated by her ex-fiancé, she retreats to her family’s beach house on Heron Harbor Island to lick her wounds and gorge herself on ice cream, spray cheese, and a box of glazed donuts. Wren vows to devote herself to her law career and swears off men forever, but she isn’t prepared for what being reunited with her oldest friend makes her feel…

 

His heart says yes, please…

 

Smith Connors can’t believe his eyes when Wren walks into his restaurant. He’s loved her since they were kids, when summertime found them inseparable best friends. As a boy, he’d never felt good enough for Wren. But now he’s a rising-star chef with a thriving business who knows what he wants—which means he’s not letting beautiful, brilliant Wren get away again.

 

Smith determines to show Wren how good they could be together, and soon neither of them can resist the heat growing between them. He’d do anything to earn her faith—and her heart, if only she could learn to trust again.

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Advance praise for Want Me Always:

“A heartfelt story that will make you laugh and swoon! The perfect feel-good read!” –Laura Kaye, NYT Bestselling Author

“A seaside reunion story that will have you believing that love heals heartbreak and truly transcends time.” ~ Christi Barth, USA Today bestselling author

Exclusive Excerpt:

“How did you know about me wanting to make partner?” Wren asked as they climbed the porch steps of her family’s beach house.

Smith laughed. “You’re not the only Donovan sister to eat at my restaurant. Raven keeps me up to date on you, too.”

“I’m surprised she mentions me.”

“Only when I ask. I like hearing about what you’re up to.”

Wren’s head tilted. “Really? After all this time?”

He met her gaze. “Always.”

After blooming into a slow smile, she said. “That’s nice.”

“It’s the truth. You stopped coming to the island but I didn’t stop caring about you. We were good friends…once.” Smith reached for one of her hands.

She nodded. “We were. Friends.” Wren looked like she might say something else, but then looked down at their entwined fingers. “I didn’t know what to expect when I went to the restaurant tonight.” She lifted her lashes to gaze at him again. “But somehow I knew you’d make everything okay.” His heart thrummed. “I’m glad. I’d do anything to put a smile on your face.”

Her lids tightened just slightly as she peered at him as if with new eyes. “You’re the same but different. In a good way. Is that weird to say?”

He grinned as he shook his head. “No. So are you.”

Wren looked surprised. “How so?”

Drawing closer, his voice softened. “I always knew you were smart and would be a huge success. And you were always the prettiest girl on the island in summer. But now, damn woman, you’re more beautiful than I ever imagined.”

Wren’s cheeks flushed pink and her gaze turned down to the floorboards. “You’re just saying that.”

Gently, Smith cupped her jaw and bored into her dazzling green eyes. “I never say anything I don’t mean.”

She nodded, her pupils dilating. “Oh-kay.”

“The fact that you don’t know how gorgeous you are tells me you’ve never been with a man who truly appreciates you. And that’s a damn shame.” Smith’s fingers slid to the back of her neck and threaded through her hair. “A smart man would understand your value and worship you. Have you ever been

worshiped, Wren?”

Wren swallowed hard. “No.”

“Would you like to know how it feels?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

Without another word his mouth closed on hers. He kissed her softly at first, savoring the exquisite taste and feel of her flesh. His tongue darted across her lower lip, then dipped into her mouth. A tiny whimper escaped her throat and she answered by stroking his tongue with hers. Turning her head slightly, she opened her mouth to grant him better access. Accepting her invitation, he plunged deeper, nibbling on her bottom lip then sucking it into his mouth. Wren’s knees wobbled. She wrapped her arms around his firm torso, pulling herself against him. Fierce need swelled in him, sending heat straight to his groin as a low growl rumbled in his chest. They kissed for what seemed like hours, discovering each other as raindrops spattered the porch roof. Finally, breathless and filled with so much want he could scream,

Smith pulled away.

“Wow,” she said as her chest heaved.

“Yeah. Wow.”

 

About the Author:

Lea Nolan is a USA Today bestselling author who writes smart, witty contemporary stories filled with head-swooning, heart-throbbing, sweep-you-off your feet romance. She also pens books for young adults featuring bright heroines, crazy-hot heroes, diabolical plot twists, plus a dose of magic, a draft of romance, and a sprinkle of history.

Born and raised on Long Island, New York she loves the water far too much to live inland. With her heroically supportive husband and three brilliant children, she resides in Maryland where she cracks crabs and bakes ugly birthday cakes.

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