Today we are thrilled to be sharing a chapter from Cruel Prince (Royal Hearts Academy #1) by Ashley Jade, releasing 20th August!

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Welcome to their kingdom…

I never thought I’d step foot in Royal Manor again.
But five years later, here I am…back to finish my senior year at Royal Hearts Academy.

And forced to face Jace Covington.
My first friend. First crush. First kiss.
The one I left behind.

Only—he isn’t the same boy I gave my heart to.

This new Jace is as cruel as he is gorgeous.
And he’s determined to make my life a living hell.
Along with the rest of his glorified family and crew of tyrants.

They expect me to worship the ground they walk on like everyone else, but I’d rather eat dirt.

If Jace Covington wants me gone…he’ll have to try harder.
Because I’ve never been the kind of girl to play by the rules.

WARNING: Royal Hearts Academy is a New Adult/High School series of standalones filled with drama, a touch of angst, and boys who are bad to the bone.

This series is recommended for mature readers due to graphic language and sexual content.


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Thanks to another Post-it note from Aunt Crystal, I was able to figure out which guest bedroom she cleared out for me. Although cleared out is a bit of an understatement. Aside from the queen-sized bed covered with a purple bedspread, an empty bureau, and yet another Post-it note promising to take me shopping later in the week…the room is bare bones. 

Not that I mind. I managed to stuff my entire life into one duffle bag and a medium suitcase. No-frills suits me. 

Less shit to get attached to

I open the closet door to hang up some of my clothes, but three plaid skirts, three crisp, white button-down shirts, and three navy blazers snag my attention instead. 

The Royal Hearts Academy emblem above the left breast pockets practically taunts me. 

I wasn’t in a position to make any requests considering my aunt and her husband were nice enough to take in a stray—but the one thing I insisted on was attending the local public school instead of Royal Hearts Academy. My dad forced me to go to private school for elementary and junior high and it was one of the worst experiences of my life. 

The organ in my chest squeezes. With the exception of meeting Jace

Of course, the one thing I wanted was the one thing Crystal’s husband wasn’t willing to negotiate on given it’s my cousin’s—technically, step-cousin’s—senior year and he attends RHA. 

Wayne thinks it would be beneficial for me to go to school with his son Oakley, so I’ll have someone to show me the ropes. 

However, it’s clear good ol’ Uncle Wayne must not be very observant. I only met him once briefly at my aunt’s wedding four years ago, but a quick scroll through Oakley’s Instagram suggests he’s about as useful as a goldfish at a Bob Marley concert. 

And by useful? I mean, stoned. 

Which probably explains why he didn’t pick me up from the airport like he was supposed to, or why I still haven’t seen any signs of him…despite being here all afternoon and most of the evening.  

I send him another text, but just like the first ten I sent today, he doesn’t respond. 

Curiosity getting the best of me, I slip out the door of my new room and venture down the long hallway. My aunt said there were six bedrooms in the house—but after knocking on several doors, it’s obvious Oakley isn’t in any of them. 

Stifling a groan, I amble down the staircase and wander into the kitchen. Much like the rest of the house, the kitchen is spacious, and everything looks expensive, but price aside, it’s pretty standard. Stainless steel appliances, glass table, large granite island in the center. 

And no Oakley. 

After checking the living room, my uncle Wayne’s office, and the bathroom on the first floor, I make my way down the stairs leading to the basement. 

The smell of marijuana infiltrates my nostrils almost immediately. 

I’m not a buzzkill, I have no issues with people who smoke—what I have an issue with is people who indulge so much they forget the important stuff. 

Like answering text messages or picking their step-cousin up at the airport.

The big screen television—which is currently broadcasting two naked girls grinding against one another to awful mumble rap—illuminates the basement enough I’m able to see the back of a leather couch. The smoke wafting toward the ceiling fan tells me there’s a good chance I’ll find Oakley on the other side of it. 

I don’t know whether to laugh or shake my head as I round the corner and see him passed out with one hand down his pants and the other holding what appears to be a partially smoked blunt. 

The baseball cap he’s wearing hides most of his face, but he definitely looks like he’s been asleep for a while. How the house hasn’t burnt down is anyone’s guess.

I’m about to dispose of the still lit blunt and go back upstairs…but then he speaks. 

“Hey, babe.” 

Uh. Kind of weird, but considering I’ve been called worse by strangers, I decide to roll with it. 


“I was wondering when you’d get here,” he murmurs, his voice thick with sleep.

I tamp down the urge to tell him I would have been here sooner if he picked me up from the goddamn airport like he was supposed to. 

We’re going to be stuck together for the next year and bitching at him isn’t a good way to start a relationship. 

I open my mouth to ask if he wants to grab a bite to eat later, but he speaks again. 

“You’re so fucking hot.” 

Okay, this train has officially reached awkward station.

“Um. Thank—” 

Before I can finish that sentence, he shoves his sweatpants down and…

Oh. My. God. 

Bile works up my throat as he wraps his hand around his exposed dick.

“Come on, beautiful,” he groans. “Quit teasing me and sit on it.”

I’m positive I must have a contact high because that’s the only way to explain why the actual fuck my step-cousin is summoning me to sit on his penis. 

“Gross. What is wrong with you?” 

Shielding my vision with my hands, I proceed to back away. Unfortunately, I knock into the coffee table so hard I see stars. 

“Dammit,” I yelp, gripping my throbbing calf.

“You’re not Hayley.”

Talk about stating the obvious

“No shit, Sherlock.” I make the huge mistake of looking up. “Oh, my God, dude. Can you please put your wiener away?”

 “Sure thing,” the pervert says, rising from the couch. “As soon as you tell me who the hell you are and why you’re in my house.” 

He has got to be kidding me

“Seriously?” I point to myself. “I’m Dylan.”

He tilts his head to the side, like he’s having trouble understanding why my name would have any significance to him. 

“Your cousin,” I grit through my teeth and he blanches. 


I breathe a sigh of relief as he pulls up his pants. 

“You’re not supposed to be here until Saturday.” 

“It is Saturday,” I inform him, and his eyes widen. 

 “Well, shit.” He places the blunt between his lips and inhales. “This stuff is better than I thought.” Coughing, he holds it out to me. “Want some?” 

I give him a sardonic smile. “I appreciate the peace offering and all, but I’ll pass.” 

He doesn’t look offended in the least. “That’s cool.” His expression turns serious as he snuffs the cherry of the blunt on a can of soda. “Look, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell the parental units I tried to bang you, okay? They’re on my case enough lately.” 

Oakley doesn’t have to worry. I won’t be telling anyone he tried to bang me. 

I give him a nod.  

He nods back.

And then it’s nothing but uncomfortable silence. 

Quite the riveting exchange we’re having here. 

“It’s Saturday night,” he declares unexpectedly while stretching his arms over his head and yawning. “Christian’s throwing his big end of summer party before school starts.” 

I don’t know who Christian is, but I wouldn’t mind going to a party. In fact, meeting a few people and reconnecting with some old friends before school starts will probably make things easier for me on Monday. 

My heart does a little flip. Maybe Jace will be there

There are so many things I want to tell him. 

And even more things I want to ask him. 

Like why he blocked my number. Or why he never returned any of the dozens of messages I sent him on social media after I left. 

“A party sounds like fun. I can be rea—”

“Don’t wait up,” Oakley utters, brushing past me. 

Well, that settles that then. My cousin is a bigger tool than the one contained in his pants. 

“By the way,” he calls out from the stairs. “The school admins are assholes. I doubt they’ll let you keep that blue crap in your hair.”

Highlights. They’re called highlights. 

A smile touches my lips. I hope they hate my blue hair so much they refuse admission and I have no choice but to attend Royal Manor High instead. 



Ashley Jade loves to tackle different genres and tropes within romance. Her first loves are New Adult Romance and Romantic Suspense, but she also writes everything in between including: contemporary romance, erotica, and dark romance.

Her characters are flawed and complex, and chances are you will hate them before you fall head over heels in love with them.

She’s a die-hard lover of oxford commas, em dashes, music, coffee, and anything thought provoking…except for math.

Books make her heart beat faster and writing makes her soul come alive. She’s always read books growing up and scribbled stories in her journal, and after having a strange dream one night; she decided to just go for it and publish her first series.

It was the best decision she ever made.

If she’s not paying off student loan debt, working, or writing a novel—you can usually find her listening to music, hanging out with her readers online, and pondering the meaning of life.

Check out her amazon page and Facebook page for future novels.
She recently became hip and joined Twitter, so you can find her there, too.
She loves connecting with her readers—they make her world go round’.


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Today we are thrilled to be sharing the gorgeous cover for RAINSTORM, a new contemporary romance from Susana Mohel, coming 5th September. Check out the blurb, author bio & links and be sure to add it to your TBR!


People say when you’re dying your entire life passes before your eyes.
But it is not my time.
I’m not about to take my final breath.
Although it feels like the end of my life.
The blue folder sits, stamped with bold black letters.
Laughing at me. Mocking my marriage. Targeting my dream.
All is going away, imploding. The future I’ve envisioned becoming just debris.
The man I love requesting a divorce.
Making me collapse.
Drowning in an ocean of pain and confusion, I refuse to let this end my life.
This is hard, but I’m stronger.
The rainstorm is hitting me full force, but I’ll stand.
After all, I’m the woman who owns the sunshine.

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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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Today we are delighted to be sharing a teaser for LK Farlow’s all-new contemporary romance, BEST OF ME, coming 5th September!

Cover: Juliana Cabrera of Jersey Girl Design
Photography: Lindee Robinson

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For as long as I can remember, I’ve been the dark to my sister’s light—the awkward loner to her social butterfly. Growing up, she had it all: our parent’s unyielding approval, perfect grades, a permanent spot at the popular table, and the attention of the hottest guy ever—Duke Kincaid.

After eighteen years of living in her shadow, I couldn’t wait to escape—to finally be my own person. Yet here I am, I’m back in my hometown, once again in Valorie’s shadow. Only now, it’s eternal.

I had life all planned out: join the force, marry Valorie Parsons, and start a family of our own. I have the job, but the girl and all my dreams died before my very eyes.

Finally ready to move on, I agree to a blind date. Imagine my shock when I arrive and find, Valorie’s twin sister, waiting across the table from me. Mallory should be a reminder of all that I’ve lost, but instead she feels like my redemption . . . like maybe life’s giving me a second chance.

But, how can I be enough for her when I’ve already given her sister the best of me?

Meet  LK Farlow

LK Farlow (A.K.A Kate) is a small town girl with a love for words. She’s been writing stories for as long she can remember. A Southern girl through and through, Kate resides in beautiful, sunny LA–that’s Lower Alabama, y’all–with her amazing husband and three rambunctious children. When she’s not writing, you can find her snuggled up on the couch watching car shows while she crochets or with her nose in a book.

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BLOG TOUR ~ SONATA: North Security #3 by Skye Warren

Today we’re thrilled to be on tour with Sonata, the highly anticipated conclusion in the North Security Series from New York Times
bestselling author Skye Warren


Sonata-1600x2400.jpgSONATA is the third and final book in the explosive trilogy with Samantha Brooks and Liam North. It should be read after OVERTURE and CONCERTO.

Who is Samantha Brooks without her violin? Fear lives in the silent spaces. Love does, too. There’s a battle being waged in her heart, and Liam North is determined to win. He’ll use every weapon in his arsenal. His body. His heart. Except the spotlight puts her in the crosshairs of dangerous men.

Samantha fights to compose her own ending, even as the final notes rise to a heartbreaking crescendo. 

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Start binge reading the North Security with OVERTURE #1

Forbidden fruit never tasted this sweet…

The world knows Samantha Brooks as the violin prodigy. She guards her secret truth—the desire she harbors for her guardian.

Liam North got custody of her six years ago. She’s all grown up now, but he still treats her like a child. No matter how much he wants her.

No matter how bad he aches for one taste.

Her sweet overtures break down the ex-soldier’s defenses, but there’s more at stake than her body. Every touch, every kiss, every night. The closer she gets, the more exposed his darkest secret.

She’s one step away from finding out what happened the night she lost her family. One step away from leaving him forever.


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Concerto.jpgContinue the North Security trilogy with CONCERTO #2 

The spotlight lands on Samantha Brooks. Years of practice build to the opening night of a global tour. She plays her heart out, but there are darker forces underneath the stage.

There are eyes watching from the wings.

Liam North fights to keep her safe with every weapon he owns. She’s his greatest pride—and his greatest weakness. The danger comes from somewhere no one expected. Betrayal threatens to destroy everything he’s built. His business. His family. His life.

When the curtain falls, only one of them will be left standing.

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Reviewed by Sharon Thérèse at KFF

I can’t remember the last instalment of a trilogy making me feel so anxious in a long while. But that’s Warren for you; she a master at winding her readers up in the best possible way. She got me ridiculously hooked from the very first line in Overture and wasn’t going to let me off it until the last page was turned in Sonata. What a read and what a send-off, ladies! Fast-paced, intriguing characters and a storyline like no other kept me guessing what the next pivotal moment would be. In every book the author sowed seeds of doubt and I blinking well loved it. And the narrative isn’t just compelling, it’s mind-blowing.

‘Only when I see her can I breathe again.’ 

When Samantha Brookes was able to take control of her life and prove she was capable of living without the security Liam North had given her since childhood, she flew the nest. No longer her legal guardian, Liam’s feelings for his ward cause unrest. He’d watched her grow into a beautiful young woman but deep down, Samantha’s heart is tied to his like the strings on the violin she plays are tied to its wooden bridge. After a close call, there’s no option but to learn what the true definition of sacrifice really means.

‘I’ve always been at the mercy of men.’ 

Liam put his life on the line for Samantha and would do it again if necessary. Nothing will stop him from keeping her safe. His sole objective is getting to the bottom of it all which I might add, had me sitting on the edge of my seat. Clues there are. Help and unquestionable loyalty from the team—his brothers, he has. It’s just putting the pieces together. Liam. Goodness me, I thought I’d fallen for him in the previous books. Nope, now he owns my heart lock, stock and barrel.

‘I’m fighting a formless enemy—the past.’ 

I felt strongly about Liam not being happy with Samantha. I thought his attitude unfair, seeing that the choice was hers to make and I, personally, would have done exactly the same. I’m convinced it upset him more because he had no say in the matter. One of Warren’s writing talents is how she conveys her characters’ emotional swings that the reader can easily discern.

‘She’s beauty in a world of violence. Without music, there’s no point fighting a war.’ 

Another thing I really liked after what had happened was their lives took a one hundred and eighty-degree turn. Liam gradually opens up to Samantha. She’s a good listener, knows when to hold her tongue and so very perceptive. Get your tissues ready here gals, it is heartbreaking.

She’d stopped practising her instrument daily for a comprehensible reason until, of course, something convinces her otherwise. Yeap, the Samantha I knew before the tragedy has now come into her own, is stronger and ready to face the music come what may.

‘Love isn’t a weakness, Liam. Look at me. I’m strong because of you…’ 

Ooh my, the chemistry accelerates to allegro, pitching a harmonic cadence like no other. Decadently written in its utter perfection, I was more than ready for them to move forward; for Liam to break down that moral barrier he’d built so high and give in to his true feelings.

“I’m tired of being your punishment, Liam North. Make me something else. Show me what it would be like if you took what you wanted, no guilt, no regrets. If you did anything to me. No restraint.” 

Loved, loved, loved Josh and Bethany’s unexpected and shortish account. His sarcasm was most welcome and ooh boy, has he got a dirty mind or what! Hers is a real eye-opener and I can’t tell you how happy I am that they’ll be getting their own book towards the end of October.

I devoured this novel in record time and then ran to my pc at daft o’clock to write down my raging thoughts. The conclusion to the North Security Series came to its crescendo ending, leaving my heart singing. Warren’s delivered a unique masterpiece. Angst-ridden drama evoking all the feels and scene after gripping scene had me rereading the passages. The musical trivia at the beginning of each chapter not only did I find fascinating, but also highlighted the immaculate research done for the entire trilogy. Warren’s style cannot be ignored and I can’t thank her enough for giving me abounding reading pleasure. Bravo!

Meet Skye

SKyeWarren.jpgSkye Warren is the New York Times bestselling author of dangerous romance such as the Endgame trilogy. Her books have been featured in Jezebel, Buzzfeed, USA Today Happily Ever After, Glamour, and Elle Magazine. She makes her home in Texas with her loving family, sweet dogs, and evil cat.

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