COVER REVEAL ~ DEAD AND GONE by Jennifer Rebecca

Today we have the cover reveal for Dead and Gone by Jennifer Rebecca! Check it out and be sure to grab your copy today!

Dead and Gone by Jennifer Rebecca is a romantic suspense, releasing 11th March

Cover by Alyssa Garcia at Uplifting Designs.

 

You ever have an out of body experience? Like one of those moments where you’re standing on a street corner watching yourself do something monumentally stupid? Something you know you shouldn’t do but you just can’t help yourself?

Three weeks ago, Trent and I were deep into the Honeymoon stage of love, I swore I wouldn’t be the first one to rock the boat—Lord knows with our two Irish tempers it would happen soon enough—so when he made me promise to keep my nose and our grandmothers out of his investigation, I did.

It didn’t hurt that his head was buried between my legs at the time either. But then Daisy called me begging for help and what kind of bestie would I be if I shut the door in her face? That’s right, a sh*tty one. So I packed up our grandmothers and their gogo boots, g-strings and pasties to get to the bottom of things. Only problem is if Trent catches us I’ll be dead meat, folks.

My name is Shelby Whitmore, Funeral and Obituaries columnist for the San Diego Metro News and most likely to be single again if I survive this sh*t. But hey, at least I’m still a hit with the blue hairs . . .

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I’m dead meat. Literally. Dead. Meat.Last month, when Trent and I started up again, I promised him that I wouldn’t do anything crazy. I wouldn’t go off half cocked. And most importantly, I wouldn’t follow our grandmothers down the crazy assed rabbit hole of Granny Grabbers and Dangerous Dames.“You’re not police officers,” he had said.And I agreed. We’re not.

Trent also might have coerced me into agreeing with him in the most despicable ways. One minute my legs are wrapped around his neck and my eyes are rolled back in my head and I’m one more “Oh, yes,” away from the promised land.

“Shell,” he said to me in between licks and kisses. “Promise me you won’t do anything crazy.” He kissed me again and again.

“Yes,” I ignored him as I rocked against his mouth moving closer and closer.

“Promise,” he commanded as I spiraled closer and closer to the edge.

“Yes!” I cried.

“You promise?” He asked me again but I was too far gone.

“Sweet Petunia, yes!”

“I’m so glad we agree. You have no idea how happy this makes me, Shelby.” Trent smiled as he slithered up my body like the snake that he is.

Although, I had an idea how happy my climax had made him as it was currently poking me in the thigh. Before I had a chance to catch my breath or even question what, exactly, Trent and I agreed on, he slid all the way inside me to the hilt and my eyes rolled back in my head.

*****

As It turned out, we had allegedly agreed that I wouldn’t go on any more cappers with my friend, Daisy, the retired hooker, and our grandmothers. Sophia was out, she was at some big, fancy figure skating competition in Chicago.

I still agreed. I mean, what kind of trouble could two widowed senior citizens, a retired hooker, and an obituaries columnist for the local paper get into. I mean really. Lightning doesn’t strike twice. It doesn’t, right?

And Trent and I had worked out some kinks. He yelled less. I pretended to listen more. And when I didn’t he used his handsome mouth in better ways than yelling if you catch my drift. We were officially in the love bubble. The honeymoon stage. I wasn’t ready to rock the boat for just anything all willy nilly.

But Daisy, my sweet, fabulous, eccentrically dressed best friend had a problem. Several of her . . . ummm . . . colleagues from the old days were missing. Like really missing, not shacked up with a John. And she was worried. Yes, my sweet friend, Daisy, had a problem and she came to me for help, advice, I don’t really know what. All I know is that led me to today as I sit, handcuffed to the pipes of a bathroom sink in a filthy motel just this side of Mexico, dressed like a cheap hooker. Yep, I’m in trouble, folks. Just like I said . . . Dead. Meat. My name is Shelby Whitmore, funeral and obituaries columnist for the San Diego Metro News and most likely to be single again if I survive this shit. I guess I should start at the beginning . . .
 

 

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Meet Jennifer

Jennifer is a thirty something lover of words, all words: the written, the spoken, the sung (even poorly), the sweet, the funny, and even the four letter variety. She is a native of San Diego, California where she grew up reading the Brownings and Rebecca with her mother and Clifford and the Dog who Glowed in the Dark with her dad, much to her mother’s dismay.

Jennifer is a graduate of California State University San Marcos where she studied Criminology and Justice Studies. She is also an Alpha Xi Delta.

10 years ago, she was swept off her feet by her very own sailor. Today, they are happily married and the parents of a 8 year old and 6 year old twins. She can often be found in East Texas on the soccer fields, drawing with her children, or reading. Jennifer is convinced that if she puts her fitbit on one of the dogs, she might finally make her step goals. She loves a great romance, an alpha hero, and lots and lots of laughter.

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REVIEW BLAST ~ TINSEL by Devney Perry

Today we are delighted to be sharing Devney Perry’s all-new contemporary romance in the stand-alone Lark Cove Series, TINSEL

Sofia Kendrick has always cherished her tiara. As the youngest daughter of a wealthy New York family, she’s lived the life of an American princess. But after two scandalous divorces and a breakup smear her name across the society rags, the shine from her crown has dulled. People call her superficial, even gaudy.

She’s nothing more than tinsel.

Desperate for escape and starving for peace, Sofia heads to Montana for a holiday weekend with her brother. But she doesn’t get the relaxing vacation she planned. Instead, she’s put to work in a bar alongside Dakota Magee—a man who does not want her help. A man who is set on teaching her a few lessons about real life and hard work. But Sofia has a couple of life lessons of her own to teach. Like how to fall in love.

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Reviewed by Sharon Thérèse at KFF

Sadly, this stand-alone series has reached an end with Tinsel, but what a marvellous send off! Once again, we’re transported back to the small town of Lark Cove, Montana, a picture-book journey with all its enchantment. The cameo appearances of characters we’d learnt to love, appear just when the story demands never hindering the reader’s enjoyment.

If you’ve read Tattered, you’ll be familiar with Sophia, Logan Kendrick’s sister. Can’t say I liked this lass much then but wait, her demeanour is deceiving. I think the word ‘spoilt’ is a tad inappropriate for her, misled fitting her better. How many of us went through the princess phrase when we were young? I certainly did! It shouldn’t last long, it’s forgotten and life takes its course. Sophia didn’t seem to me to break out of her cocoon because on her mother and father’s part, I felt a lack of encouragement to do so. I even agreed with one of her siblings who thought she was capricious and wrapped up in herself.

‘Seriously? Could you at least try not to embarrass us?’ 

Feeling down and out for reasons I couldn’t possibly divulge, off she goes to Lark Cove to lick her wounds. Now then, I have to give kudos to her sister-in-law. All said and done, if it weren’t for Thea’s craftiness and faith in Sophia, there wouldn’t have been a story! Would her surrogate boss be as sure as Thea? He’s in for a surprise; there’s nothing shallow about our heroine considering she’s about to have a wake-up call and believe you me, watching her spread her wings was a joy in itself.

“If you are trying to teach her some kind of lesson, let’s not put your business at risk. She’ll flake out.” 

I can’t put into words how much I liked the rich gal meeting up with a proud working-class American Indian who I’d already had the pleasure of meeting. Seeing as Dakota Magee respects his family, it would be a tad harsh to say his role in a traditionally tight-knit community was wrong. His story was without a doubt an eye-opener for me, and I could clearly see that Perry had done her homework. He’d had the courage to break free with the help of a relative, his plans for the future and what life had to offer him made me embrace his enthusiasm! He’s drool-worthy too, so hang on to your panties ladies ‘cause this guy is hotter than hot!

‘His moral fiber ran so deep it was ingrained in his very being. With him, there were no games. No tricks. No ulterior motives.’ 

Not surprisingly, inner conflicts arise. I could see why Dakota wanted to make it on his own; his thoughts keeping me intrigued created quite a bit of angst too. How he would cope with family pressure, and his concern for an outsider being accepted in a culture which has steadfast traditions, caused him to reconsider his place in society. So, would he listen to his heart or to return to his roots? Hmm…there was quite a twist in the story here, making me hold my breath.

‘I admire my culture, my family tradition. But I wanted more. I wanted my freedom.’ 

Sizzling chemistry between the protagonists leaps off the pages and true to Perry’s style, the steaminess is tastefully written. Although Sophia bewilders and astonishes Dakota at every turn, certain issues contribute to unrest. Is he interested in her healthy bank account? Can she trust him? Seeing as their situation is a complicated one, plenty of hurdles have to be resolved if they’re going to have a chance at happiness. But what I like more than anything was how Dakota brought out the best in her which up until their sensitive relationship began, had been well-hidden.

“Her money was still an issue for me. Her heritage.” 

The author’s heartwarming romance not only ticked all the right boxes but more important, stirred all my emotions. For me, the narrative in past tense from a dual point of view was perfectly balanced, giving the reader every opportunity to really get to know how Dakota and Sophia felt. If you looking for a read which gives overwhelming feelings of love, this one is for you. Bravo Perry!

“I’m never going to be able to provide you the life you’re used to.”

 

Devney is the USA Today bestselling author of the Jamison Valley series. She lives in Montana with her husband and two children. After working in the technology industry for nearly a decade, she abandoned conference calls and project schedules to enjoy a slower pace at home with her kids. She loves reading and, after consuming hundreds of books, decided to share her own stories. Devney loves hearing from readers! Connect with her on social media.

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COVER REVEAL ~ THE EX-FACTOR DUET by Elisabeth Grace & Michelle Lynn

Today we are thrilled to be sharing two gorgeous covers! All We Were and All We Are by Elisabeth Grace & Michelle Lynn are releasing soon!

Release Day – February 28

Will I ever stop hurting the one person who’s never hurt me?

I’ve done things I can never undo.

No matter how much I wish I could, sometimes the wounds I inflict are too deep, too catastrophic, too septic to heal.

As I look into the eyes of the only man I’ve ever loved I know I’ve gone too far. I’ve finally crossed the line.

Even if he knew my reason for doing this, he’d never forgive me.

He always puts my needs before his own.

Now it’s my turn to protect him.

None of that matters though because the betrayal and disgust in his eyes comes from deep within his soul. There’s no coming back from this.

He will forever be tormented by what he’s seen, and he will never forgive me.

The last fragment of my heart to hold out hope that we’d share a future, withers and dies.

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Release Day – April 25

Coming face-to-face with my past changes EVERYTHING.

I’m at the top of my game. All my struggles have finally paid off. Life should be great.

I mean, life is great.

Except for the fact that I can’t stop thinking of her. The woman who mangled my heart into a bloody pulp and never looked back.

If I could free myself of our shared memories, my future would be golden.

There’s only one way to move on—I have to confront the past, so I can move into the next chapter of my life in peace. Which means confronting her for the final time.

I had no idea that knocking on her door that day would turn my life upside down.

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ABOUT ELISABETH GRACE:

USA Today Bestselling author, Elisabeth Grace, has a soft spot for romance novels with happily ever afters and a hot spot for alpha males! She currently lives outside Toronto, Canada with her hubby and two small children. Life is busy, but never too busy for a good story and to share her love of reading and writing with others.

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ABOUT MICHELLE LYNN:

Michelle moved around the Midwest most of her life, transferring from school to school before settling down in the outskirts of Chicago ten years ago, where she now resides with her husband and two kids.

She loves all thing romance and cries at happy endings!

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COVER REVEAL ~ IRRESISTIBLE by Melanie Harlow

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Irresistible, an all-new sexy standalone from USA Today bestselling author Melanie Harlow, is coming 25th February and we have the gorgeous cover!

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I’m a full-time single dad to three daughters and CFO at Cloverleigh Farms. I don’t have time to fall in love—I’m too busy trying to run a business, keep the red socks out of the white laundry, and get the damn pillowcases on without owing a dollar to the swear jar.

Sure, Frannie Sawyer is beautiful and sweet, but she’s twenty-seven, the boss’s daughter, and my new part-time nanny—which means she’s completely off-limits. It’s bad enough I can’t stop fantasizing about her, what kind of jerk would I be if I acted on the impulse to kiss her?

(Exactly the kind of jerk you’re thinking.)

Actually, I’m worse than that—because I didn’t stop with a kiss, and now I can’t stay away. She makes me feel like myself again. She reminds me what it’s like to want something just for me. She’s everything I ever needed, but nothing I ever imagined.

I’m a former Marine. I should have had the strength to resist her from the start.

But I didn’t. And now I have to choose between the life I want and the life she deserves.

Even if it means giving her up.

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Meet Melanie

Melanie Harlow likes her martinis dry, her heels high, and her history with the naughty bits left in. When she’s not writing or reading, she gets her kicks from TV series like VEEP, Game of Thrones, House of Cards, and Homeland. She occasionally runs three miles, but only so she can have more gin and steak.

Melanie is the author of the AFTER WE FALL series, the HAPPY CRAZY LOVE series, the FRENCHED series, and the sexy historical SPEAK EASY duet, set in the 1920s. She lifts her glass to romance readers and writers from her home near Detroit, MI, where she lives with her husband, two daughters, and pet rabbit.

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CHAPTER REVEAL ~ JOKER’S WILD by Renee Rose

 

 

 

 

 

HE KIDNAPPED ME. HELD ME PRISONER.
I knew Junior Tacone was dangerous.
I worked for him once taking care of his mother.
I thought when the job was over I’d be safe.
Out of his awareness. Out of his reach.
But his brother took a bullet and Junior picked me to be his nurse.
So I’m his prisoner, trapped in his beautiful house, subject to his rule.
And it seems he’s developed a thing for me.
Which means he may never let me go…

 
Note: This steamy stand-alone romance is the fifth in USA Today bestselling author Renee Rose’s Vegas Underground series. No cheating, no cliffhangers

 

Reviewed by Anna on behalf of KFF

This is my first book by this author and I’m sure it won’t be the last. This is book number five in the series and features Junior’s story. This can be read as a standalone although I wish I read the other books first because I felt that I needed to know the dynamics of the Tacone family.

Desiree is an ER nurse, she is tough and good at her job. She is divorced and got full custody of her son but her ex-husband took their little boy and has disappeared. She’s still searching for her son and trying to get by with life. Unexpectedly she finds herself holed up in Junior’s house caring for one of the injured brothers. Her conflicting emotions towards Junior put her knickers in a twist, literally.

Junior is the eldest of the Tacone siblings and is in charge of the family business whilst their father is away serving a long prison sentence. When one of the brothers was wounded in a gunfight they have no option but temporarily hijack Desiree’s time. He has met her before and there has always been that attraction between them.

Told in dual points of view, this mafia romance is a quick and easy read. Junior and Desiree’s chemistry is obvious from day one. Actually, it was more of lust at first sight and bonking each other from the first chapter right until the last. This pair’s relationship packs a lot of heat not only from gunfights but more from their trysts in the bedroom, kitchen, foyer, etc… you catch my drift?

I love Desiree’s sassy personality and realistic attitude towards life. Junior’s surly demeanour is justified when you learn his back story. Desiree is the perfect match for his persona, her feisty character balances out his brooding hotness. Although this is a mafia romance, there isn’t a lot of dark drama. The other brothers are quite involved in this book too, and give you a glimpse of how they interact with each other. I admire Junior’s commitment to his family but when he realises he has to make life-changing choices, he gets the job done and gets his girl. Or maybe he waits a bit and then gets his girl. A quick entertaining read that will make you want to read more of the Tacone brothers.

 

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Junior

It’s supposed to be a civil meeting after dark at Caffè Milano.
Trouble is, you never know when you’re dealing with Russian mafiya. Fucking unpredictable feral bastards.
We’re here today to talk territory. They’ve been encroaching on our neighborhoods. Moving drugs. Working prostitution with females I suspect are enslaved.
I don’t give a shit what they do anywhere else, and fuck knows we don’t have much business in our old neighborhoods anymore, but I consider it a Family obligation to keep them clean. Keep the fucking Russians out of them.
We meet in the open, at a sidewalk cafe in Cicero. We call it the old neighborhood, kinda like how my father’s generation used to refer to the Old Country.
We’re in the business of lending money, same as always. It’s legit, unless you count the beatdowns that come with not making payments on time. These days, business has grown to huge proportions and we’re now living in mansions in the suburbs. Which doesn’t mean I don’t care about what happens in my territory.
I see one of the younger bratva sitting at a table—Ivan, I think. Vlad, their leader, doesn’t seem to be there.
Cazzo. I don’t like the way this is going.
My brothers, Gio and Paolo, and I get out of the Range Rover, along with our soldiers, Mario and Luca. We’re all armed, although we don’t make a show of it by openly carrying weapons.
“Where’s Vlad?” I ask Ivan. Gio comes with me, the other three hang back, as arranged.
Ivan shrugs, looking bored. “Coming.”
The girl working the counter—a slouchy millennial in skinny jeans and a fitted top comes out. I recognize her but I don’t know her name. She’s the granddaughter of the original owner, Luigi Milano, my father’s friend.
“Mr. Tacone.” She greets me but her face is anything but friendly. In fact, her lips are drawn in a thin line and a muscle jumps in her jaw. She darts a glance at the Russian and back at me like she’s afraid of having both of us in her place at the same time.
I named Caffè Milano as the meeting location because I consider it friendly territory for us, but I wonder if, with the new generation, things have changed. Maybe they’ve made deals with the Russians.
I should be angry by the thought, but it registers as a low buzz, hardly an interest.
“Can I bring you anything? An espresso? Cannoli?”
“Get lost,” the Russian snaps and she visibly jerks, and when her gaze swivels back to me, there’s pleading in it.
Fuck.
Whatever the Russians are doing here, she’s not down with it.
Which means I still have a problem.
“Espresso,” I say, wishing I could think of her name. I remember her running around here as a little girl back when my dad used this as a meeting place. Marissa? Faith? Fuck, I have no idea.
She stands there a second longer—way too long for a normal server, and now I’m positive there’s a problem.
“Get. Lost.” The Russian looks dangerous.
She throws one last glance my way and heads inside.
Gio’s elbow presses subtly but firmly against my arm. He’s telling me something, too. I sense Paolo shift behind us.
Fanculo, this thing is going sideways. It’s a trick. An ambush.
I glance through the large plate glass window. Every seat near the window is taken. Unusual for this time of night. Caffè Milano is more of a daytime deli. They stay open until evening, but people aren’t usually hanging around. I notice every customer in the place has his head bent as if to obscure my view of his face.
Ivan stands up and my hand inches toward the Walther PPK at the back of my waist. “Let’s go inside.”
“I don’t think so,” Gio answers for me, whipping out his gun.
And just like that, the thing explodes.
Shots ring out from fucking everywhere. Some come from inside the cafe, shattering the glass. Some come from our guys behind me. Gio and the Russian on the sidewalk fire at each other.
I throw the table through the glass, shattering it with explosive force to clear the view, then aim and shoot at a wounded Ivan at the same time he hits Gio.
Gio grunts and staggers backward, clutching his gut.
No. No! Not Gio. Fuck!
Things go slow-motion for me. I grab Gio’s gun from his hand and shove him into Paolo and Mario. “Get him to the car!” I shout as I aim at the heads ducked down below the window. I pull the triggers.
One. Two. Three dead. I’m shooting with both hands like I’m in a motherfucking movie.
I slam my foot into the door to kick it open and walk through. Four. Five down. I swing the guns around, looking for movement. Luca enters behind me, gun drawn, late to the show.
Something moves behind the counter and I pivot the muzzle of my Beretta. Luca aims too. It’s the Caffè Milano girl.
Fuck. Can she be trusted not to squeal? I hold the gun steady as I make my decision.
“She’s a witness,” Luca murmurs, like I don’t already know. But we don’t kill the innocent. My mind spins on how loyal her family was, and whether that bond still holds.
Her eyes fill with tears. “Mr. Tacone…”
Merde. I shove both guns in my pockets. She’s loyal. She wanted to warn me, I’m sure of it.
“No, not Tacones,” I tell her firmly. I sweep a hand around the room. “Russians.”
“Right,” she nods shakily. “All Russians.”
Smart girl.
“Give me five minutes before you call 911.”
“Got it.” Her head’s still wobbly on her neck.
I back toward the door. “I’m good for the damages.” I jerk my head toward the window, the bullet-riddled interior.
Tears spill down her cheeks as we leave and jump into the running car.
Paolo takes off, driving fast but easy-like. Not squealing tires or calling attention to us.
“Gio. Gio? Talk to me.” I sit beside my brother, pressing my hand over his where he holds the wound.
“I’m hit.” Gio’s slumped in the back seat, blood soaked through his shirt and jacket.
“I know. Just hang in there. You’re gonna be okay, you hear me?”
“Where to, Junior?” Paolo shouts from the front seat.
“My place. Then you three go pick up Desiree Lopez.”
“Ma’s nurse?”
“That’s right. She owes me a favor. She’s works in Trauma at Cook County. If she’s not at work, she lives on 22nd in Humboldt Park. Find her and bring her to my house. ”#DesireeI barely notice my surroundings as I walk, keys in hand, to my old but running fourteen-year-old Honda Civic. I don’t see the shiny black Range Rover parked a few spaces down.
My instincts don’t warn me.
Maybe they would’ve if I hadn’t just worked a twelve-hour shift in Trauma. Maybe I wouldn’t have just plodded out to my parking garage, brushing off the security guard’s offer to walk me to my car.
Not until two big guys in trench coats get out of it and come right for me.
Oh God. This is it. I’m about to be raped and killed.
I freeze for one second, heart pounding, then dart forward, racing to jump in my car before they can reach me.
“Hold it!” One of them yells and they both lunge, one blocking my driver’s side door, the other coming after me. “Desiree Lopez?”
My brain can’t even compute how they know my name. I open my mouth to scream, but the guy claps a hand over my mouth. “Quiet.” His terse command comes out deep and scratchy. He smells of cigar smoke. He takes my purse from my shoulder, pulls out my wallet and looks at my I.D. “Yeah, it’s her.”
Adrenaline pumps through my veins. I know what they say. If someone drags you to a car, you’re not going to come back alive, so fight for your life. I elbow my kidnapper, turn my head to bite his hand.
But it’s useless. He mutters a curse in some other language and tightens his hold. All my weight thrown around, all my twisting and writhing is nothing to him. He picks me up and carries me forward.
His buddy comes up behind us and presses a gun to my ribs. “Enough with the struggle. Get in the car.” They haul me into the back of the Range Rover, sandwiched between the two men. One of them strips me of my purse as the vehicle takes off.
A bag drops over my head and I renew my fight, but they control me easily, each one taking a wrist and pinning them down by my sides.
“Yeah, we got her,” one of them says. At first I think he’s talking to the driver, stating the obvious, but then I realize he must be on a phone. “See you there.”
“Wh-what’s going on?” I warble.
No one answers me.
The phone call gives me pause. They wouldn’t call someone to say they had me if their intent was to rape and kill, would they?
They would if they’re devil worshippers who require a virgin sacrifice.
Not that I’m a virgin. Or that my theory is likely.
“I don’t know what you want, but, please. Please let me go.”
Again, no one bothers answering.
The Range Rover drives fast—and the way it only briefly slows, I’d bet they are rolling through stops or red lights, making me plow into the men beside me when it turns.
We drive long enough for me to get good and scared. For my breath to shudder in and out on silent sobs. No tears, though. I must be too afraid to let go.
And then we stop. The asshole on my right drags me out of the car, and I stumble for my footing, the blackness of the sack over my head stealing my sense of balance as well as my sight.
The surroundings are quieter—not a city street anymore, but still a sidewalk under my feet.
“What the fuck are you doing?” An angry male voice demands in a low voice, drawing closer with each word. “I told you not to hurt her.”
“She’s not hurt, just scared.” The voice beside me is low, too. We must be someplace people would hear us if they raised their voices. A neighborhood?
“Let her go.” The bag flies off my head.
I open my mouth to scream, but the sound dies on my lips when I blink up at the pair of sharp, dark eyes above the stubbled masculine line of a powerful jaw belonging to my former employer.
Junior Tacone.
Shit.
My galloping heart slows, reverses direction, takes off again.
“Junior.” I call him by the name his mother used when I worked in her house, forgetting the “Mr. Tacone,” forgetting to show respect.
And then, because I had actually been attracted to this man last time I saw him—had thought maybe he had a thing for me, too—and I just had the shit scared out of me, I slap his face, hard.
The men beside me growl and grasp my arms again.
“Let her go.” He takes my forearms instead, pulling me into him. Through his long wool coat, the firmness of his large body presses back at me. His dark gaze is commanding. Intense. “I’ll let that slide, this time. Because they scared you.”
A shiver runs up my spine. He’ll let that slide.
This time.
Like ordinarily, there are consequences for slapping the mob boss.
Of course there are.
“Now, come inside, I need your help.”
I look up the sidewalk at the huge house illuminated by streetlights. It’s not his mother’s Victorian brick where I worked for three months as a home healthcare nurse after her hip surgery.
Must be his?
I try to pull my wrist from his grasp. “No. You can’t just, just… kidnap me and tell me to come inside because you need my help.”
He shifts his grasp and tips his head toward the house. “Let’s go.” He doesn’t even bother answering my argument. And I suppose that’s because I’m dead wrong. He can just kidnap me and demand my help. He’s Junior Tacone, of the Chicago underground. He and his men have guns. They can make me do whatever they damn well please.
The relief that trickled in when I saw his handsome face ebbs back out. I may still never walk out of here. Because whatever awaits me in that house isn’t going to be pretty. Or legal.
Someone’s hurt and they need a nurse. That’s my best guess.
And now I’ll be a witness to whatever they’re trying to hide.
Is one of their members hurt? Or are they torturing someone? Need me to keep him alive so they can get something out of him?
I have no choice but to go in. I may have spunk, but I’m not willing to find out what happens if you defy the kingpin of Chicago. I fall into step beside him, hurrying to match his long strides.
He slides his grip from my wrist to my hand. His large hand warms my icy one and has a protective quality, like we’re on a date.
Like I’m not his prisoner.
 

 

 

 

USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR RENEE ROSE is a naughty wordsmith who writes kinky BDSM novels. Named Eroticon USA’s Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, she has also won The Romance Reviews Best Historical Romance, and Spanking Romance Reviews’ Best Sci-fi, Paranormal, Historical, Erotic, Ageplay and favorite couple and author. She’s hit #1 on Amazon in multiple categories in the U.S. and U.K., is often found on the list of Amazon’s Top Author list. She also pens BDSM stories under the name Darling Adams.

 

 

GENTLEMAN SINNER by Jodi Ellen Malpas is LIVE!

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In the tradition of The Protector, the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the This Man series delivers a steamy, suspenseful new standalone romance about a British alpha hero and the one woman who may be able to save him-as long as he can protect her from his dark past.

Gentleman Sinner, an all-new standalone contemporary romance by #1 New York Times bestselling author Jodi Ellen Malpas, is live!

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Jodi Ellen Malpas’ stand-alone contemporary romance,
GENTLEMAN SINNER is LIVE!

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White knows of the darkness in this world. After all, she escaped it long ago. Determined not to let her past beat her, Izzy has a secure, stable life with a job she loves in nursing. But one act of kindness will completely upend everything she’s so carefully built-putting her right back in the crosshairs of danger she’s been so desperate to avoid.

When Theo Kane shows up like a knight in shining armor, Izzy can’t help thinking she’s been saved from one threat and exposed to another. His imposing physique, the harsh lines of his face, and the wariness of everyone who comes close are just a few clues to Theo Kane’s notorious reputation. The man is positively terrifying. But with Izzy, he’s tender and a complete gentleman, and her fascination with the mysterious beast of a man becomes too powerful for her to walk away.

As Theo’s demons come to light, running becomes even more impossible. And yet staying together could doom them both.

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Reviewed by Rachel at KFF

What I can say about Jodi’s books that can be summed up in just a few words to entice you into reading them, mmm…I would have to say unapologetically British! I know some authors write their books in American English to appeal to a wider audience but not Ms. Malpas! She doesn’t mess about! I’m sure her fans across the world have got used to the lingo by now so they will be delighted. As a true Brit, it was music to my ears!

“With Theo in my present, I know my past can’t touch me.” 

I honestly never thought this author could come close to the love I have Jesse Ward from the This Man series but she’s certainly giving him a run for his money. Ok, so let’s discuss Theo Kane in more detail because let’s face it, I’ve teased you just a little. He’s definitely of the Alpha Male variety without a doubt but like them all; they have a weak spot. He’s also dangerous, utterly gorgeous, of course, downright irresistible. I’m not going to tell you why he’s so like he is as it’s heart-breaking but rest assured, you’ll understand his manner and why he chooses to live the life the way he does. Izzy sees him as a contradiction, hard on the outside but also oh so soft and vulnerable underneath. Theo has more than suffered and now he thinks he should pay for his past but along comes Izzy who effectively blows that strategy straight out of the window.

“I haven’t just dipped a toe into Theo’s world. I’ve dived headfirst.” 

Izzy also has a past which she does her best to hide. When Theo meets her, she feels she’s safe but at the same time also on high alert for any potential threats. Izzy isn’t interested in Theo to start out with but soon succumbs to his advances. Little does she know her world is about to be rocked. She’s a strong character; feisty and not at all one to be wooed but it seems she’s immune to Theo’s advances. Yes, ladies, he’s that irresistible.

“For a big dude, you’re quite cute.”
“For a little female, you’re quite fierce.”
 

I have to admit at one point I thought I knew where this story was going and I did feel a little let down, but then the story took me in a completely different direction. After this, I couldn’t turn the pages quick enough. The shock in this story wasn’t the story per se, no, it was the fact that Ms. Malpas went over to the dark side. In all her books we have angst, passion, unbelievable chemistry from the main protagonists but never a storyline which took that particular turn. For some, it may be a little too much but for me who likes a touch of dark suspense it was fantastic and fit both the story and characters perfectly.

“If God thought it was too late for you, I wouldn’t be here. He wouldn’t have sent me to you.” 

As ever Ms. Malpas storytelling is masterful and the supporting characters were fabulous. Although the story was suspenseful, deep and thrilling at times you also got the witty banter between Izzy and her bestie, Jess. She was an absolute breath of fresh air! The potential for her and Theo’s main man, Callum, is huge so let’s hope we get a little more from these two.

With this book, I got what I crave in a story; a beginning which laid the foundations perfectly for what was to come. The middle which gave you the plight between Theo and Izzy and an absolutely perfect ending! This author has a knack for giving you a perfect epilogue and that’s exactly what I got. I can tell you one thing; after the last 20% of the book, you definitely needed that ending!


Meet Jodi

Jodi Ellen Malpas wrote her debut series, The This Man Trilogy, in secret, worried about what people might think if they knew what her imagination was capable of. She was shocked herself. But she finally found the courage to unleash her creative streak and self-published THIS MAN – the first book of the This Man Trilogy – in October 2012. She took a chance on the story with a hero who soon became one of modern day fictions most prolific alpha male characters. Jesse Ward – also affectionately known as The Lord of The Manor, sparked incredible reactions from women across the globe and catapulted Jodi into the world of romance.

She was soon signed by Grand Central Publishing, part of the Hachette Book Group, and the third book of the trilogy, This Man Confessed, took Jodi to the top of the bestsellers lists, earning her the proud title of #1 New York Times Bestselling Author. This Man has since been voted one of the top romance novels of all time. With so much love and enthusiasm for her words, Jodi suddenly wasn’t afraid of her imagination anymore and has since let it run riot. Writing powerful love stories and creating addictive characters has become her passion—a passion she now shares with her devoted readers.

Jodi was born and raised in the Midlands town of Northampton, England, where she lives with her real-life man, her boys, and a beagle. She is a self-professed daydreamer, a Converse and mojito addict, and has a terrible weak spot for alpha males. Her work is now published in more than twenty-five languages across the world.

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PRE-ORDER BLITZ ~ THE BRAZEN DUET by M. Malone & Nana Malone

THE BRAZEN DUET by M. Malone & Nana Malone is coming soon!
Brazen releases on January 29th!

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Wham, bam, thank you ma’am? That’s my motto.

There’s no room in my life for anything more complicated than a one-night stand. I’m a bodyguard. It’s easier to put my life on the line when there’s no one worrying if I’ll make it home for dinner.

But then the one woman who made me want more waltzes back into my life needing my protection.

Despite our explosive chemistry, we can’t go there again. What happened in Vegas, has to stay in Vegas.

Except the marriage vows neither of us remember.

STILL BRAZEN releases on February 26th!

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How the hell did I, the perpetual bachelor, end up accidentally married in Vegas—to my client?

As soon as I find out who’s trying to kill her, we’ll get a quickie divorce…or will we? I was never supposed to be married. I was never supposed to fall in love. I was never supposed to put her in danger.

But now that she’s back in my life I wonder if some things shouldn’t stay in Vegas.

To keep her I’ll have to fight for her. Good thing I’m brazen enough to do just that.

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NYT & USA Today bestselling author M. Malone lives in the Washington, DC metro area with her husband and their two sons. She holds a master’s degree in Business from a prestigious college that would no doubt be scandalized by how she’s using her expensive education.
Independently published, she has sold more than 1/2 million ebooks in her two series, THE ALEXANDERS and BLUE-COLLAR BILLIONAIRES. Since starting her indie journey in 2011 with the runaway bestselling novella “Teasing Trent,” her work has appeared on the New York Times and USA Today bestseller lists more than a dozen times.
She’s now a full-time writer and spends 99.8% of her time in her pajamas.
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USA Today bestselling author Nana Malone‘s love of all things romance and adventure started with a tattered romantic suspense novel she “borrowed” from her cousin.
It was a sultry summer afternoon in Ghana, and Nana was a precocious thirteen. She’s been in love with kick-butt heroines ever since. With her overactive imagination constantly channeling her inner Buffy, it was only a matter a time before she started creating her own characters.
While she waits for her chance at a job as a ninja assassin, Nana works out her drama, passion and sass with fictional characters every bit as brazen and kick-butt as she thinks she is.
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