Tuesday, August 11, 2020

King of Souls - L. A. Cotton





Title: King of Souls
Series: Verona Legacy #2
Author: L. A. Cotton
Genre: New Adult Romance
Release Date: August 11, 2020



Blurb

Arianne Capizola is living a lie.
Angry. Abandoned. Afraid.
She’d rather spend her days locked away on her father’s estate than with the guy who stole her innocence: her fiancĂ©.

Niccolò Marchetti is living a nightmare.
Broken. Banished. Betrayed.
He’d do anything to save the girl he loves, even if it means paying the ultimate price.

As the truth surround their legacies begins to unravel, everything they thought they knew shatters. But Nicco will do anything to protect the girl who taught him how to love, and she will risk it all to save the guy who stole her heart.

The clock is ticking as old and new enemies close in.

Only this time, their love might not be enough to save them.

*King of Souls is the second book in Nicco and Ari’s duet. Due to mature content that some readers may find distressing, this book is recommended for readers 18+







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Nicco!” Arianne clambered off the bed and rushed to my side.
“Wait.” I held up my other hand to stop her. A dark angry storm was raging through me. I wanted to hit something, to hurt and bleed.
I needed it.
Dark rivulets of blood seeped over my hand, but I barely felt it. I was too wired. Too hungry for the kill. 
“Let me take a look at it.” Arianne stepped forward and I jerked back, like a caged animal being riled.
“Nicco, it’s me. It’s only me.” She had me cornered with no way out. My body trembled violently as I desperately tried to hold on to my frayed rope of control.  
“Nicco...” Arianne brushed the hair from my face. My head hung low, my shoulders hunched and tight. I wanted to kill him. I wanted to hunt him down and kill him with my bare hands. 
“Come back to me.” She gently lifted my busted hand and inspected the damage. “It needs cleaning. Let me see what there is.” Arianne left me and went into the bathroom. When she came back, she had a small first aid kit. “I found it in the cabinet. Sit.” Her gaze went to the bed, but I remained rigid. 
“I need to stand.”
“Okay. Hold still.” She worked in silence, cleaning me up and bandaging my hand. My pulse began to slow, the tightness in my chest easing.
It was her.
Her touch, her calmness. 
“I’m sorry,” I choked out.  
Arianne took my face in her hands and looked right at me. God, I wanted to drown in the dark pools of honey. “Talk to me.”
“I want to kill him... I should have killed him.”
“So why didn’t you?”
It was the last thing I expected her to say, but I knew this wasn’t about her, it was about me.
“It’s not that simple,” I released a heavy sigh. “If I’d have killed him... it would start something we might not be able to finish. I can’t do that to the Family, to you.”
She nodded, dropping one of her hands to mine and lacing them together. “I hate Scott for what he did to me. I hate him so much that sometimes I wish you had done it.” Arianne took a shuddering breath. “But I want a life with you. I want a future. I can’t have that if you’re behind bars... or worse.”
“If he hurts you again, I can’t promise I won’t do it.”
Something flashed in her eyes, but before I could decipher it, Arianne kissed me. “I don’t want to talk any more, Nicco. I want you to love me. I want you to make me forget about the monsters.”






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Author of over thirty mature young adult and new adult novels, L A is happiest writing the kind of books she loves to read: addictive stories full of teenage angst, tension, twists and turns.

Home is a small town in the middle of England where she currently juggles being a full-time writer with being a mother/referee to two little people. In her spare time (and when she’s not camped out in front of the laptop) you’ll most likely find L A immersed in a book, escaping the chaos that is life.


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Friday, August 7, 2020

The Marinara Theory - Kristin O'Ferrall





Title: The Marinara Theory
Author: Kristin O'Ferrall
Genre: Chick Lit/Romantic Comedy
Release Date: August 7, 2020



Blurb

Meet Ashley Whitaker, a twenty-six-year-old advertising associate, who considers herself a modern-day Mary Tyler Moore. Filled with moxie and a contradicting wealth of insecurities, Ashley uses all her coping mechanisms to deal with the minefield of dating.

After being dumped via text message, Ashley decides to focus her energies on her aspiring advertising career, becoming a Taekwondo badass, and funding a trip to Europe with a part-time waitressing job.

It’s only when she discovers the magic of the Marinara Theory that her life takes a surprisingly positive turn upwards. Suddenly it seems as if the heavens have opened up and populated the universe with available bachelors seeking her affection. Even her ex (AKA Mr. Text Dumper) is susceptible to the Marinara Theory’s magic and wants Ashley back.

The Marinara Theory also lands Ashley the role of manager of a lucrative new advertising account. But can Ashley rise to the challenge? It doesn’t help that tongues are wagging at work about a juicy rumor. There’s also office politics and her own self-doubt that she must overcome in order to lead her creative team and please the client.

Will the power of the Marinara Theory dissipate like Cinderella’s glass slipper at midnight or will Ashley recognize the secret to sustainability? The answer can be found in the pages of The Marinara Theory, which humorously chronicles Ashley Whitaker as she searches to find self-empowerment and, with any luck, her Prince Charming.







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Not in person. Not by phone. Not even by email. Text. 
Are you kidding me? 
That is how I, Ashley Whitaker, was dumped by my boyfriend (AKA guy I was dating).   
Don’t think it’s going to work out. Please take care. 
That was it!  No explanation. No apology.
I really liked him too—at least, I think I did. No, what am I saying? Yes, I did like him. And, I thought he liked me too.  Case in point: his last text to me – the one before the last text – seemed so promising.
“I’m really looking forward to seeing you tonight.”
It didn’t say “see you tonight” or even “looking forward to seeing you tonight”.
It said “really”.  “I am really looking forward to seeing you tonight.”
I mean, really?
And our date in retrospect also seemed great. We had gone to dinner and then to the movies. At dinner, he held my hand across the table and laughed at all my corny jokes. While waiting in line for the movie, he put his arms around me. I remember thinking: This is good. We’re now at the stage where PDA is acceptable. 
I remember coyly looking up at him, and when I did, he smiled back as if we were sharing a moment.  My stomach actually had butterflies.
And then, it happened. I opened my mouth and impulsively spewed, “So, would you consider me your girlfriend?”
I never did get an answer—the ticket lady conveniently asked for our tickets right at that moment. I also never got another date or another “really looking forward totext.
Oh, right. I guess that was my answer. No, he didn’t consider me his girlfriend.
I need chocolate.






Praise for The Marinara Theory

This novel was a delightful read. It was everything you want in a book. Characters you love and can relate to and an engaging plot. I highly recommend this book. Perfect for reading on the beach or anywhere. If you are looking for a fun book that will entertain people of all ages, The Marinara Theory is perfect.

I absolutely LOVED reading this book!!! I recommend it to any book lovers in search of something timeless, funny, honest, and riveting.


O'Ferrall truly understands the everyday comedy AND tragedy of being a female in our current society. Such a wonderfully relatable and hilarious read. I'd say more, but I don't want to spoil the plot.


I recommend The Marinara Theory to any and all readers, male or female! You won't be disappointed.


Love this book! Hard to put it down! I highly recommend it!






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Kristin O’Ferrall is a creative at heart who has incorporated writing throughout her career as a grant writer, marketer, blogger, and author. Her first writing job was at eleven years old when Kristin was regularly commissioned by her mother to write pithy words of inspiration for her sales newsletters.

Kristin’s debut novel Marianna Mestre: Nothing’s As It Seems is the first in the middle-grade mystery series, Marianna Mestre. The sequel will be coming out later this year.

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Tuesday, August 4, 2020

The Initiation - Elena Monroe





Title: The Initiation
Series: The 4Horsemen #1
Author: Elena Monroe
Genre: Dark New Adult Romance
Release Date: August 4, 2020



Blurb

The seals have been revealed and God’s judgments on the earth is in. The Clave is here to deliver the news.

ABIGAIL
LA wasn’t home… just home for now.
Transplanted here to model I learned Hollywood isn’t where dreams survive the harsh reality of millions all sharing that same dream.
Executive assistant is who I am now.
Slave.
Hollywood’s darling took a liking to me. One not easily ignored when they give you a taste of the high life. 
I was supposed to give up hope and give in to LA’s bad reputation but I had rules. 
Well, just one: read the rules before you break them.
Unwilling to abandon all my morals, the filter came off my life to see the world I was one foot in was invitation only...

GRIMM
I’m not sure I was ever really Jason.
Whoever he was, was a distant memory now.
Grimm is who I am now.
Death.
I abandoned my birth name, companionship, happiness that wasn’t shaped like Xanax all because I was expected to be the kind of elite that pulls the strings.
Pull the strings but follow the rules. 
No distractions.
No serious relationships.
Keep what we do secret.
Born into a rite I didn’t ask for, a society of puppeteers.
An invitation I marked not attending...







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We were all related to monsters. 
All heir to corrupt kingdoms.
Forced to uphold some delusion that we are doing God’s will by ridding the world of the bad people when we should be included in that kind of purge. 
“It’s down to the right. There’s a bunker. That’s where they keep the sacrifices,” I was finally tired of wondering around when I knew exactly where to go.
I found them by mistake one year when I was ten, back when inviting your whole family was more common. They expected everyone to be present even if you weren’t weilding a musket and shooting real people down. 
The four of us used to play hide and seek on the grounds just to keep ourselves entertained. I always had the best hiding places, this was our vacation home when it wasn’t being used for some ceremony the Clave hosted. 
I was ten years old when I found people in cages in the bunker we were told to stay away from. They were all dugged, out of it like they were dreaming with their eyes open. I envied them. Dreaming with your eyes wide open seemed like the perfect antidote to life, too bad that kind of safety only came before you died.
It wasn’t until my first attendance I realized these people weren’t lucky at all. They were bait, aggression running wild, enemies of the Clave that we hunted for sport. 
None of them were going to survive - the least we could do was let them dream with their eyes wide open.






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Elena Monroe grew up in Florida scribbling down stories from a very young age. These stories were really just wavy lines filling the paper, but she knew each word, each emotion, each character's name, and there was no tricking her into forgetting what each line signified. Just like her unconventional way of writing as a toddler Elena is setting her own rules and just telling stories.

Much like her debut novel, The Best Years, life certainly imitated art. Transplanting from the South to the East Coast, Elena currently lives in Connecticut with her soon to be husband, reformed bad boy.

Find her on her social media through Twitter at @elenamonroe, Instagram at @elenamonroewrites, Facebook at @elenamonroewrites, and more!


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Monday, August 3, 2020

Redemption - Jennifer Bene





Title: Redemption
Series: Fragile Ties #3
Author: Jennifer Bene
Genre: Dark Mafia Romance
Release Date: August 3, 2020



Blurb

"No one will tear us apart."

Everything would be easier if he could just tie her up.
Lock her away and keep her safe.
Well... from everyone except him.

But that's not how love works.

David chose Lianna over his hate. Every part of her.
Love of his life. Heiress to a dangerous crime family.
Prior focus of all his rage and obsession,
and current focus of his... everything.

Her family is the only thing standing in their way.
But family isn't everything, no matter what they say.
She may share their blood, but those can be fragile ties when put to the test.
In the end, it's who we choose that matters.

And he will always choose her.







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Praise for Redemption

“This is Jennifer Bene at her best, taking us readers all along for a dark and twisty ride into the light. David and Lianna's lives crashed together through fate, and their journey from hate to love has been anything but easy. I loved how this final book in the series kept me guessing until the very end. I can't recommend the Fragile Ties series enough. It's dark romance at its best.” – Livia Grant, USA Today Bestselling Author

“The perfect ending for David and Lianna. It's twisty & turny and just when you think you have it figured out you realize you don't have a clue.” – Katie Reads Reviews
“Could not turn the pages fast enough with this brilliantly sculpted read. David and Lianna earned the very best of endings, and Jennifer Bene delivered exactly that, plus more! An absolutely must read!” – Measha Stone, USA Today Bestselling Author

“David and Lianna reach their happy ending in each other in this emotional roller coaster ride of of a story. With an ending you won't see coming!” – Jennifer D.

“With soul-tearing emotions and scenes that will take your breath away, this final book in the Fragile Ties series gives us everything we could want for David and Lianna’s story. A perfect ending to a perfect love story!” – Shane Starrett




Excerpt

“Good girl,” he growled, slamming deep as he released her hair, reaching to the side to grab a pillow and shove it under her. “Now bite the fucking pillow before you come and let the whole house know what a naughty girl you really are.”
Lianna moved the pillow, burying her face as she wrapped her arms around it, which made her back curve in the most beautiful way. When he held onto her hips and started to fuck her again, hard and fast, the moans weren’t as muffled by the pillow as she probably thought — but he didn’t really give a shit. He liked hearing her whimper and moan almost as much as he liked listening to her scream and beg. A second later she tensed, her pussy locking down around him, and he had to clench his jaw to fight the urge to come as she cried out into the pillow, her cunt squeezing him in waves.
“Fuck, yes... come for me.” Groaning, he dug his fingers into her hips and yanked her back, driving his cock deeper, fucking her straight through the orgasm. Her muffled pleas and hushed moans just urged him on. Delivering another spank, and another, he growled when she reached back, trying to stop him.
“David! Please, it’s too loud, baby. Please,” she begged, and he smacked her hand away, landing another spank before he grabbed onto her hips again.
“Put your face back in the pillow. Now.” Closing his eyes, he tried to hold back the tension building like an electrical storm in his veins. Everything was narrowing down to the feel of her skin against his, the impossible perfection of her slick heat, the way her body took everything he had to give — and he didn’t want it to end.
Not yet.



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Jennifer Bene is a USA Today bestselling author of dangerously sexy and deviously dark romance. From BDSM, to Suspense, Dark Romance, and Thrillers—she writes it all. Always delivering a twisty, spine-tingling journey with the promise of a happily-ever-after.

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Skinny Love - Michelle B.





Title: Skinny Love
Series: Heart #5
Author: Michelle B.
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 3, 2020



Blurb

Enemies to lovers…? No.
Forbidden Love…? Definitely not us.
Second Chance…? That one’s confusing…just like our relationship.
Soul Mates…? I’m not sure I believe in that stuff. 
Fake Relationship…? Nope. We’re blood, guts, and reality. 
Friends to lovers…? At times... yes.

We’re two different people on two different paths, looking for the same thing. The reality of it all is that one of us needs to fix the broken pieces to mend a hopeless mind and the other needs to view the alternate life that calls in order to finally be able to accept what it really is that they want.

Who is Nikki as a woman?
She is determined, focused, business-oriented, and motivated.

Who is Christopher as a man?
Well, he’s a broken one, but he’s determined to fix the pieces.







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I look at myself in the mirror and smile. I look hot as fuck. This dress, well it’s not a dress but a scrap of strategically placed material. I’ve never seen Sofia wear this dress before and I’m going to go out on a limb here and say C would never allow her out of the house with it on. I’m guessing it was worn, but only for a few minutes before it was lying on the floor at my sister’s feet. 
I open the bathroom door to three sets of eyeballs bulging from the sockets when I step into Sofia’s palatial master bedroom.
“Someone get me an industrial fan.” Sage waves his hand in front of his face.
“You are so getting laid.” Sofia’s animated elation over her choice of a dress cracks me up.
“Holy fuck, can I borrow that next? Luke would salivate over that dress.” 
“Blondie, he salivates over you anyway. Peaches, you are a vision of unadulterated sex. That dress is a shot of Viagra to any limp dick you pass.”
“Is it too much though?” I turn and look in Sofia’s hand carved mirror.
“No.” Sage shakes his head.
“Nope.” Jessica pops the P with exaggeration.
“Hell. No!” Sofia’s voice rises with each word.
“Peaches, too much will never be the case with that dress.”
I sit on the edge of my sister’s bed and slip Jessica’s heels over the soles of my two-day old pedicure. I buckle the strap, wiggle my toes, and stand, presenting myself to the three musketeers waiting to see the full onslaught of this scarlet red, very revealing outfit. 
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous, peaches.”
“Stunning.” Jessica smiles. “I totally have to borrow that dress.”
“If you do, you better get it dry cleaned before bringing it back. I don’t need Luke’s cum stains coming back with it,” Sofia dictates. “And you my sister, are… Sexy. As. Fuck!”
“She’s got that right!” Sage’s eyes bulge with a jerk of his head and pursed lips. “One more thing.” He hurries across the room, knowing exactly what he’s looking for and exactly where it is. “She needs boob shimmer,” he says over his shoulder, then walks back to me welding a big fluffy brush and a jar of pale gold body shimmer. The brush finds my cleavage and collar bones before he lands a big kiss on my cheek. “You are perfect, peaches.”
The four of us fumble down the stairs, me being the last in line. When I hit the tile to the kitchen, the room falls silent. The only sound is a fierce agonized noise thundering through the kitchen and then Colt wails with a hungry cry breaking the tension when he sees his momma.
My gaze goes directly to where the noise came from. Chris is standing there with his arms hanging at his sides. His face is a sheet of stone. I swallow the tension rising in my throat, the knot forming a ball I can’t seem to speak past. 
“Damnnnnn, sil.” 
I smile with a tension-filled twist of my lips.
“Who’s this guy she’s going out with?” Luke questions, looking at Caelan. “I’m gonna have to vet his ass.”
“Already done,” the rumbled words thunder in a low, deep riptide of angry breath from Chris.
Everyone’s head twists in his direction. “You?” Caelan searches his brother’s face. 
Chris doesn’t answer. His focus is one hundred percent on me. A beat passes, then the Chris everyone knows appears. I watch the lie of the man form in his changing eyes and personality. The flicker of shutters slamming closed before the storm claims him. He’s the shell of a man sealing the cracks he almost let break open and crumble, but he quickly covers it up with his jokes. The levity alleviating the heaviness in the room, but not in my mind or my heart. And then… my heart shatters with his crude words. I know Chris. Chris knows I know Chris, inside and out. Whatever comes out of his mouth next is to cover for what he’s feeling. 
“Hey, make sure you practice sandboxing tonight, yea.” Everyone chuckles. “You don’t need that pretty pussy of yours catching something before you let me fuck you again.” 
The laughter extinguishes immediately.
My mouth falls open, to the point I think it becomes unhinged. 
“And from what I know, he’s a pretty decent guy,” he continues without breaking his stride. “I just don’t know his dick size, but I guess we’ll know by tomorrow, won’t we?” He finishes his crude sentence and opens the refrigerator and grabs another beer.
Caelan starts to say something but I shake my head. “Let it go,” I mouth, stepping forward and grabbing the clutch from Sofia’s fisted hand. I throw my phone and gloss in it along with some tissues and take a few steps to the bathroom that’s just off the kitchen. I take a deep breath and let his words go. I give myself a once over and open the door just as angry voices are being hushed.
“You’re a fucking asshole,” Caelan fumes.
The alarm goes off for the security system. All eyes turn to the CCTV in the corner of the kitchen. A limo sits at the gate. Caelan hits the intercom and tells him to come through after hitting the gate release button.
“I think it’s best if I meet him outside.” I smiled at everyone, not feeling one bit of the joy stretched across my face. My stride across my sister’s massive kitchen is quick. Murmurs of goodbyes are said. I wave over my shoulder, not wanting to look back.
“Shit.” I hear the clash of glass breaking inside what sounded like the recyclable trash can. “Nikki, wait up.” 
I keep walking, my eyes are focused on the security camera, watching how far the limo has gotten down the driveway. The interior door to the mud room is within reach. I grab the handle and push it open. Just before closing it, it’s pushed open with force and closed with even more strength, but it doesn’t latch and swings back open.
“I’m fucking sorry.” He twists my figure, jerking me back to look at him.
“It sounds like it. Have a good night, Chris.” I turn and take a step away from him.
A puff of frustrated, released air hits my back. “I’m sorry, sunflower.”
Those are the words that stop me in my tracks. “Why?” I ask, turning back to him, feeling the hurt of his words. 
“I don’t know.” A frustrated hand slides through his hair.
“Yes, you do. You wanted this. I didn’t. You did this. I just made it easier for you, but you changed the path.”
“I’m not good enough for you.” He steps into me.
“You are. The sad and worst part is you don’t believe that you are.” I solemnly gaze up into his regretful eyes.
He closes the door with a careless thud, then pushes me up against the wall, caging me in with his long, lean body. He bends down and ghosts his lips over mine. 
“Don’t go,” he pleads, breathing heavily. The slight edge of panic in his voice.
“Tell me why?” I push.
“Because I don’t want you to.”
“That’s not good enough. Tell me why.”
I already know why.
“It has to be,” he growls with frustration.
“But it’s not.” I push at his chest. “Good night, Chris.” I duck under his arm and make my way out the door to a waiting Jaxson who is being occupied by Caelan. He must have known a train wreck was about to happen and cut Jaxson off by going out the front door.






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