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Rebecca is a lucky girl – one of four kids to school teacher parents. Wife to a
football obsessed husband. Mother to a fur-baby who has no idea how big he is.
Aunt to the most crazy/adorable little girls. And sister to two very determined
sisters and one easy going brother.
Rebecca lives in Canberra Australia and spends way too many hours a day working
the day job.
She is a book whore who can easily (and happily) read a book from start to
finish in one sitting and spends her spare time writing.


Available December 10th
The hand-off of an orchid colored card was all it took to call the Iron Ladies, a whisper network of women.
They specialized in bringing abusive men to their knees.
Men who abused women and abused power, men like the Camden’s.
Sunday Prescott was a tech goddess, cyber espionage was her specialty.
During her latest assignment, she uncovered more than she ever hoped for: Bo Camden.
He was just like his father, right?
But the butterflies in her stomach told her something different. And the touch of his lips left her breathless.
She was torn between sleeping with the enemy or getting vengeance…Sweet Vengeance.
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Before becoming a romance writer, Danielle was a body double for Heidi Klum and a backup singer for Adele. Now, she spends her days playing keep away from Theo James who won’t stop calling her just to ask her out.
Of course, all of this happens before she wakes up and faces reality where in fact she is a 50 something mom with grown kids, she’s been married longer than Theo’s been alive, and now get her kicks riding a Harley.
As far as her body, she owes a special thanks to Ben & Jerry’s as well as gravity for that. And according to her she could never be Adele’s backup since she never stops saying the F-word long enough actually to sing.
Danielle’s books are about kickass women with even better shoes and the men that try to tame them (silly silly men).
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From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Jill Shalvis comes a new story in her Heartbreaker Bay series…
When the one you want …
Daisy doesn’t believe love is ever-lasting, so it’s ironic as hell that she parlayed a business degree into a wedding planning business. More ironic still is her latest job bringing her back into contact with the man who’d taught her that love can’t last.
Is the one you can’t have…
To say Diego has been taught the hard way to bury emotions is an understatement. But when he’s called home to help the brother he hasn’t seen or spoken to in years, that’s one thing. It’s another entirely to also come face to face with the first woman he ever loved. First and only…
Can love conquer all?
Daisy’s learned to depend only on herself, and Diego is and always has been an island of one. And yet when they’re together, even when they’re bickering, still wary and haunted by memories of what was … it’s magic. The question is, how to find their way back to each other…?
**Every 1001 Dark Nights novella is a standalone story. For new readers, it’s an introduction to an author’s world. And for fans, it’s a bonus book in the author’s series. We hope you’ll enjoy each one as much as we do.**
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Wearing nothing but a pair of jeans and a bad ‘tude, Diego Stone lay on the sky bridge of his boat and stared up at the San Francisco sky. It was butt-ass cold, turbulent and moody, all of which suited him just fine.
He had no idea why he’d left sunny, warm, sexy San Diego.
Oh, wait, he did.
He’d received a text asking him to show up for his brother’s important, all-hands-on-deck wedding planning lunch that, as Rocco’s best man, Diego was required to attend. A text. And not from Rocco, but from his fiancé, Tyler.
Hands behind his head, feet crossed, Diego purposely relaxed his body one inch at a time. It was a technique he’d learned early on during a childhood as tempestuous and unstable as the sky above him. A childhood he’d spent right here in San Francisco.
When he cleared his head the best he could, he rose to get things over with. Being back in town for the next week was going to suck hard, but he knew of only one way to get through shit, and that was to plow straight ahead.
As far as command performances went, he could’ve tried a little harder to muster up some enthusiasm, but after ten years of being an island of one, he was out of practice at the whole family thing.
The French House at one p.m., the text had said. And, apparently, his presence was both needed and required. Funny, because once upon a time when Diego had desperately needed and required Rocco’s presence, he hadn’t gotten it.
Damn. And here he’d told himself that he was over the past.
“Readers will enjoy this return to the small-town-in-the-big-city atmosphere that Shalvis has honed to perfection.” – Publishers Weekly, starred review
“Red-hot passion that promises to last longer than the holidays. Bringing readers a tough outsider heroine and a hero whose wounds run deep, Shalvis (Playing for Keeps) knows how to write characters readers adore and keep them coming back for more.” – Library Journal starred review
“Shalvis serves up another rewarding addition to her Heartbreaker Bay series with a contemporary romance that deftly pivots between snarky humor and sexy romance without missing a beat, while also celebrating the power of forgiveness, family, and friendship.” – Booklist
“Another amazing installment in an already fabulous series by Jill Shalvis. Great read at any time in the series. Each story reintroduces some fan-favorite characters but absolutely stands on its own merit. Never too late to join the band wagon of Jill Shalvis fans and Wrapped Up In You guarantees membership.” – Fresh Fiction
“An uplifting tale of two emotionally wounded and like-minded souls helping each other heal.” – Romance Junkies


About JILL SHALVIS:New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Jill Shalvis lives in a small town in the Sierras full of quirky characters. Any resemblance to the quirky characters in her books is, um, mostly coincidental. Look for Jill’s bestselling, award-winning books wherever romances are sold and visit her website for a complete book list and daily blog detailing her city-girl-living-in-the-mountains adventures.
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After an unthinkable tragedy shakes his world as a teen, Bassist Jase Evanovich puts part of his life on hold to take care of his best friend, look after his little sister, and push his band toward fame. His charm, humor, and rip-roaring music get him through the day (if not sleep-tossed nights). His rock solid existence is shaken when a stunning beauty shows up surprising him with white-hot attraction and the beautiful face of his dead girlfriend.
Kate Warner is captivated by Jase immediately—too much. But she’s got a past laden with secrets and a strict directive not to date anyone in the band. With everything she’s ever worked for and her entire future on the line, she can’t take a chance on the strong, alpha hero who rocks harder than any man she’s ever met.
“A moving, funny, white-hot sexy romp that fans of Nora Roberts and Janet Evanovich will love.” – Smart Woman’s Romance Reviews.
I don’t want the date to be over. We get out of the Uber about twenty feet from the tour bus.
“Let me walk you to your door?” Hero says.
I huff out a half laugh, smile, and nod. “Yeah, the marathon it is.”
“If it were, I would carry you,” he says softly as he takes my hand for the few steps it takes us to get to the bus.
He turns to me when we get there.
“Kate,” he says softly, saying my name reverently like it’s the best sound in the world. “That was the best date I’ve ever had.”
“And I bet you’ve had a thousand.”
Hero rolls his eyes and mumbles softly to himself under his breath, “I’m not Ryder or Hit Man.” He rolls his eyes again. “Yeah. Hundreds of thousands. That was still hands down the best.” He lightly caresses the top of my ear, a feather-light touch, but I feel it all over and I shiver. “And it’s not over yet.”
He looks down at my mouth, up into my eyes, down at my mouth again. His gaze burns. I know I shouldn’t. Know. But I feel powerless to stop it. The draw to him is so strong. Since that first day since I saw him by my sister’s car I’ve wondered what it would be like to kiss him.
I lick my lips.
He presses his mouth to mine, so gentle, but I can’t breathe. My heart is beating too fast. My lungs are too tight in my chest. My legs too weak to hold me up. He pulls back.
“Oh,” he says with a smile and takes a step back. “I guess I’m really bad at that.”
“My God, no! It’s not you, it’s me.” I grab the edges of his biker’s jacket. “I can’t think. I can’t get any oxygen to my brain when my world hangs in the balance because I want something so bad and I can’t have it.”
“You want something so bad?” he asks and one eyebrow goes up.
I blow a lock of hair off my forehead.
“Maybe you should do what you want,” he says, his voice sandpaper over steel. “Maybe you have to do what you want.” He puts his hands up in the surrender pose.
I can’t have him think I’m rejecting him, that I hate him.
I lean forward and I touch my lips to the corner of his mouth intent on letting him know he’s okay, but it’s like getting the first taste of the best chocolate in the world, but better. I tighten my grip on his jacket. His lips twitch. He pulls back.
I touch my lips to his. It’s a soft, barely there, almost non-existent kiss. But this time my heart is singing and I exhale a sigh at its perfection.
He pulls back more and goes to the bus.
“Thank you for a perfect date, Angel,” he says over his shoulder.
I can’t help but be disappointed.
I follow him into the bus.
I spend way too long in the bathroom. I’m hiding out. I’ve brushed my teeth and my hair over and over, washed my face twice, looked at myself in my pink camisole and white girly boxers again and again. I feel different. More dissatisfied. More torn. More…hopeless. Less…whole. I feel different but I look the same. My heart aches. Did I think one chaste kiss would rid me of my secret lust for Jase? Prove my fantasies weren’t as good as reality so I could stop harboring this crush and move on? Did I really think that? Yeah. Part of me did.
I’m like an addict who says one grain of cocaine will stop her cravings.
Fat chance.
Well now I know.
Unfortunately I can’t sleep in this tiny bathroom, so I have to go out there. At least I’ve been in here so long I know he’ll be asleep.
I walk down the aisle, my head down, watching my feet as if in a trance. I’m reliving that barely there kiss. Just the merest of tingling touches yet the most powerfully sensual one I’ve ever had.
Too late I look up to see Hero’s not sleeping, but sitting up on the edge of his bunk.
“Angel,” he says, the edge to his voice so gruff and needy and powerful it’s almost angry. “You. Are. So. Beautiful.”
Hero stands up, spears one hand into my hair, places the other firmly on my lower back and presses me until I’m trapped against the bunks. He crashes his lips down onto mine. It’s blazing hot. He slants his mouth over mine. His tongue runs along the seam of my lips, begging for access and I part my lips for him, reveling in his taste. He uses his grip on my hair to tilt my head where he wants it, ravaging and taking, giving and pleasing, dancing. Overloading me with pleasure. It’s only his firm hand on my back that keeps me standing as my entire body burns too hot, my toes zinging, my core flooding, my brain short circuiting.
I grab his shoulders because my want is overwhelming. I want to touch him everywhere and the desire is threating to overwhelm me to the point of panic. He’s just wearing his sleep boxers and his body heat is so perfect, so male, necessary, that I need more of it, right now, but I can’t handle it.
Because it’s more joy than I’ve ever had and it’s so fast, so new. My wants are running rampant. I can’t touch him everywhere fast enough.
He grabs both my hands in one of his and pins them together in front of my chest.
“No,” he says firmly.
My head is spinning in a haze of lust and I don’t understand what he says. I’m breathing so hard I’m worried I’ll hyperventilate. I need him so much. I struggle. But my hands are trapped between us and my two wrists against his big hand is no contest.
“No?” I ask breathily.
He nips my bottom lip.
He kisses my jaw, the top of my shoulder, gently nudging the thin strap of my camisole, the sensitive spot behind my ear that makes my whole body turn to jelly.
“No,” he says again quietly.
He pulls back. It feels like my whole body is faltering, and every cell is straining toward him, craving and straining and crying.
He lets me go.
My body actually leans toward him, my hands still clasped in front of my chest as he lies down on his bed and turns away from me, hugging his body pillow.
“Good night, Angel,” he says firmly.

Drummer Ryder Chord has been living half a life since he was 16 when a brutal tragedy strikes his family and he and his best friend hit the road. Ryder, desperate to forget, throws himself into touring life and writing music. When Lexi joins the band, Ryder’s life becomes almost tolerable. Until one day when the rest of the band isn’t there and Ryder and Lexi have to share a hotel room: with only one bed.
Rule number one of band-dom: You never sleep with anyone in the band.
Rule number one of bro code: You never sleep with anyone’s sister. You definitely never sleep with your best friend’s little sister.
Rule number it’s so obvious: It’s a count even a drummer can keep: You Never. Ever. Sleep with your best friend’s little sister when she’s in the band…and he is, too.
Literary Titans gold award winner 2019.
“This is a great book about relationships, love, loss, and the power and importance of human connection.” (Literary Titans)
“If you love face-paced action, smart, funny, wise-cracking characters who may have to risk everything for love, deep transformation, sizzling sexual tension, and mind-blowing lust…you’ve come to the right place.” (Multiplatinum Reviews)
“A moving, funny, white-hot sexy romp that fans of Nora Roberts and Janet Evanovich will love.” (Smart Woman’s Romance Reviews)
“This book is so much more than just the love story.” (Escapist Book Blog)
Narrated by Audie Award Winner Noah Michael Levine with guest narrator Dawn Kingheart.

Fan favorite M. J. Roberts is known for lovable characters, witty dialogue, exciting plot twists, fast-paced action that keeps you on the edge of your seat, and romance scenes that sizzle.
With more than two million copies of stories in circulation worldwide, Roberts is well loved for creating characters who feel as real as your most cherished friends.
M.J. Roberts is the author of seventeen novels, including the popular Rock Hard: Chord Brothers series, and over twenty short stories; she’s won six literary awards including the Literotica Summer Lovin’ Contest 2015 for Risk Your Heart and the April 2019 gold medal from Literary Titans for Rock Hard: Chord Brothers, Book 1.
Roberts is also an editor, songwriter, audiobook narrator, and professor of creative writing. A modestly humble egomaniac with a penchant for superheroes, she’s married to an awesome professional musician (a.k.a. The Rock and Roll God). Her ‘I’m with the band’ status and access to a bunch of real-life alpha bad boys means she’s always saying ‘Anything you say can and will appear in print. Names will be changed to protect the guilty.’


From New York Times bestselling author Cassia Leo comes a new stand-alone novel Amber Sky, the haunting,
atmospheric love story of Walker Ainsley and Cassidy O’Connor.
A devastating car crash leaves Cassidy O’Connor stranded in rural Pennsylvania. Her only company is Walker Ainsley, the ruggedly handsome man who saved her from the wreckage and took her into his home. But when her ride back to town arrives after the crash, Cassidy can’t bring herself to leave Walker behind. She is determined to convince him to go back to town with her, until she begins to wonder if she actually survived the crash that brought them together.

About CASSIA LEONew York Times bestselling author Cassia Leo loves her coffee, chocolate, and margaritas with salt. When she’s not writing, she spends way too much time re-watching Game of Thrones and Sex and the City. When she’s not binge watching, she’s usually enjoying the Oregon rain with a hot cup of coffee and a book.
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My name is Finn McCowen, and I want my revenge.
Callisto Avellino was the heiress of one of the country’s most influential families. A delicate wildflower in a bed of thorns. And the daughter of the man who killed my father.
Six years ago, she disappeared.
She says she ran away to escape the poison of her corrupt family. Money. Prestige. Power. Murder.
We have the same agenda – or so it seems: ruin the Avellinos at all costs.
If I have to put her in harm’s way to get what I want?
So be it.

About L.M. HALLORANWhen not writing or reading, the author enjoys walking barefoot, subjecting her husband to questionable recipes, and chasing her spirited daughter. She’s a rabid fan of coffee, moon-gazing, and small dogs that resemble Ewoks. Home is Portland, Oregon.
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Well, to be fair, she kinda deserves it.
On her eighteenth birthday, she got drunk and threw herself at him, causing a
huge scandal in their sleepy suburban town.
Now everyone thinks she’s a slut and he has disappeared. Rumor has it that he’s
been living up in the mountains of Colorado, all alone and in isolation.
But Violet is going to make it right.
She’s going to find him and bring him back.
No matter how cruel and mean he is, how much he hurts her with his cold-hearted
and abrasive ways, she won’t give up.
And neither will she think about his tempting lips or his sculpted muscles or
his strong hands. The hands that she wants on her body, touching her, feeling
her skin…
The hands that make her want to forget everything and kiss Graham Edwards – Mr.
Edwards, actually – again.
Because you don’t go around kissing your best friend’s dad, do you?
Even though that’s all you ever dream about.
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