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Chloe by
Lacey Silks ~ Axel Wagner saved me in more than one way, and then I ruined it
by letting him touch me. He’s no longer just an employer–he’s my
everything. 
 

Dream On by
Blair Babylon ~ A new story about Alexandre and Georgie, the Duke and Duchess
of Valentinois, and other rock stars. 
 

Bumpy Ride by
Olivia Rigal ~ You’d think I’d know better. Better than to fall for a biker,
and one from a different MC. Better than to get knocked up by a Nomad who
vanished without a trace. Better than to try and hide it from my family. 
 

Banshee by
Sarah M. Cradit ~ I was eighteen when I died. But then, at eighteen, I was
reborn. 
 

Picked by the Billionaire by
Daizie Draper ~ The fiery rebound-sex arrangement a dumped and already broken
florist dives into with a tech mogul puts her heart in peril again. 
 

Two Much for You by
Sky Corgan ~ Two hot men just moved in across the street. I never thought they
would show up on my doorstep. And what they want is far from
conventional. 
 

Two Wingmen and a Baby by
Daisy Prescott ~ Hold onto your ovaries because this short features John, Tom
Cat, and sweet Baby Day. Surely two alpha men can take care of one baby,
right? 
 

Witch In the Window (Bend-Bite-Shift
Next Gen-1 by ~ Olivia Hardin ~ As if college finals aren’t bad enough,
Chelsea’s witch radar tells her the delivery man who frequents her front door
is more than he seems to be. 
 

Right: A Hitman Romance by V.
J. Chambers ~ Giovanni Gallo meant to kill Sable Clarke, not fall for her. What
seems wrong actually turns out to be something so right. 
 

Tutoring the Wolf by
Jacqueline Sweet & Devon March ~ When she’s forced to tutor to a bad boy
shifter, Cassie has no idea how much she’ll learn about herself, or how much
fun she’ll have doing it. 
 

Yours by
Kim Linwood ~ Bianca met the man of her dreams in paradise, but their real
lives are an ocean apart. Can he convince her that their love is worth the risk
after the fairy tale ends? 
 

Blooming Hearts by
Felicia Tatum ~ First love blooms as Francesca and Cade slowly begin their
descent into the depths of true love. 


Taking Charge
 by
Shannon Macallan ~ Miranda expects Charleston to be hot, humid and boring as
hell. What she finds instead is an entirely different heat with a cadet from a
South Carolina military academy. 
 

Chasing Shadows by
Sophia Barron ~ When Delilah’s witchy ways threaten to pierce Joe’s shadows;
the jaguar shifter must choose between darkness and light for eternity. Will
bonds of love save their world or destroy it?

 
 
Here are a few excerpts
from RED HOT SIZZLE.


Two Much for You

Sky Corgan

 

What am I doing? This is exactly what I said I
wouldn’t do. It’s too late now though. My hormones bowled me over the second I
stepped out of the bathroom and saw Gareth standing there shirtless. He looked
like something from my own personal fantasy collection. Maybe because he is.
I’ve pleasured myself to thoughts of being with him—thoughts of being with both
of them—before. Now the alcohol has gone straight to my vagina, melting me into
a puddle of wanton desire.

 
Maybe I could have held my
resolve if I hadn’t touched him. But the second that I felt the wall of hard
muscle beneath the towel… that was the end of me. Or was it when Devlin took
the towel away? Or maybe it was the way that Gareth looked at me. His expression
was so earnest, so full of adoration. I don’t think it matters anymore. When he
kissed me, it was over. And now I’m lost in his lips. In the feel of his hands
on my body. In the headiness of his cologne.
 
In knowing that Devlin is
standing only a few feet away and I’m going to get to kiss him too. This is so
wrong, but I can’t stop it. Even if they’re just playing me and I end up
emotionally destroyed afterward, I want to feel this—want to know what it’s
like to be with two beautiful men at the same time.
 
Can I even handle both of
them at once? I guess I’m about to find out. Gareth’s mouth is hot against
mine. He’s holding me like he doesn’t want to let me go—like he doesn’t want to
share. I slide a hand around the back of his neck, my fingertips gliding into
the hair at his nape while I stand on tiptoe to deepen the kiss. He tastes like
wine and trouble.
 
I don’t care anymore though.
I want trouble. Double trouble.
Picked by the
Billionaire
Daizie Draper
 
Colton blinked slowly and crimped the corners of his eyes
with his fingers like the emotional pain hurt his head. After a few deep
breaths, he released his face and clutched my bare knee instead. Unexpectedly,
he stayed there and scratched at it, as if he could feel tendrils of fire and
sparks the same way I did and relished the sensation. “So, sweet Carys … tell
me about the very first article you wrote.”
 
I shook my head, baffled. “What?”
 
“I wanna know when you got bitten, got that first prick
of inspiration.”
 
“Why? That’s weird and random, especially right now.”
 
“I just do. Tell me.” He was still scratching my knee,
but his touch shifted slightly beyond the bend of it up under the ruffled hem
of my dress skirt.
 
I cleared my throat and shivered. I glanced down but the
red table cloth was billowed out over part of my leg, so I couldn’t see the
bulge of his hand moving up under the edge of baby blue ruffles. He traveled
more adventurously up and down my quivering thigh. I licked, then bit my lip.
“Why, uh, why do you want to know?”
 
“I only brought champagne and don’t think that’ll be
enough to numb me. I want to think about anything else besides this
heart-wrenching debacle, and learning more about you, to feed my ever-growing
curiosity, will assist me in that. Help me, please. Keep me from drowning. Tell
me.”
 
His stroke sliding up and down my thigh was driving me
mad and stirring up tingles. “Okay. Well, um, my first, my first, huh, writing
gig, was an assignment for the college paper. I started as a special interest
writer. I interviewed the Biology Club, which I actually ended up joining
because of all the outdoorsy things and expeditions they took part in, and I
never even knew. Neither did most people. My article got them thirty-one new
members. That was exciting.”
 
“Sounds great. Go on.” He reached under the tablecloth
with his other hand too and lifted my leg and extended it across his lap.
 
A gasp of surprise jiggled my upper body and breasts,
which he noticed.
 
He slowly lifted his gaze and studied my face. “In case
you can’t tell, I’m a leg guy. And an ass guy. And throat, God, the throat.
Mmm, and you have a trifecta of deliciousness, beautiful girl.” With my leg on
his thighs, he said, “Hold on,” and sent a couple of texts, but I couldn’t tell
what he was writing. He set his phone down on the table when he was finished
and resumed his gentle escapade. With both hands, he massaged my foot and
traced the slim line of my leg with a wavy, swirling caress that stopped at
mid-thigh. “Okay. Continue. This truly is fascinating me, and helping.” His
unexpected touch was making me tremble and swoon.
 
My inhale stuttered on the rocky journey to my lungs.
“Mmm. It wasn’t … it wasn’t until I earned my own weekly column and also
started writing about deep topics for random articles. That’s when I first got,
um, bitten by inspiration and drive. I was intending on editing with my degree,
but I knew my true calling was in the stringing together of words not
correcting or sharpening them.”
 
“Mmm, that’s because you’re a creative soul, an artist at
heart, with a love of depth, beauty and perfection.”
 
“Yes, I am.” Had Max ever said anything remotely like
that? Has he ever seen that? I couldn’t recall. And that bummed me out. How is
it that this guy knows me better? It feels like we’ve known each other for ages
rather than days. A soft flute sounded in the distance. I gasped and looked
over my shoulder in that direction. “What are you doing? You told them to go?”
 
“I did. Why should we waste this moment?”
 
“But…you’re not proposing.” I shook my head.
 
More instruments blended in and started edging closer, filling the night sky with “Arms” by Christina Perri, but it didn’t sound as cool without her lilting voice.

 

“No, I’m not. I’m living, hard, so I’m not crushed by anguish. Remember what I said was the
key to overcoming a funk. You just have to plow through and live life to the
fullest, even when you don’t feel like it. I have to thrive and feel something
else, something so much better. Something … like this.” He went deeper up my
skirt, so deep, he was hooking his finger into my bikini string and now
scratching at my hipbone.

Blooming Hearts
Felicia Tatum
 
My nose was stuck in my
current romance novel. I followed along as the girl fell in love with her best
friend (the bad boy), wishing life was really that way.
 
I didn’t even notice when he
walked by me on the sidewalk. Or when he stopped a few yards from me, and came
back in my direction to take a seat beside me.
 
“Hey. Do you want a cracker?”
a velvet voice asked me.
 
I didn’t look up, I wasn’t
sure if he was even talking to me. Why would an attractive senior be talking to
me?
 
“Hey, I’m talking to you,”
he said, a chuckle in his voice.
 
I slowly lifted my head,
peering at him from under my long lashes. His dark brown hair swept across his
forehead, and his deep blue eyes made me gasp. He wore the ultimate laid back
style, a white t-shirt and jeans. All he needed was a black leather jacket, and
he would be the bad boy from my book. The smile on his face was breathtaking,
and I found myself unable to speak.
 
“Hi, I’m Cade,” he said, a huge
grin on his handsome face. He sat beside me.
 
“Hi, I’m Francesca.”
 
“Why are you always sitting
here alone, Francesca?” he asked, placing his hand on my knee.
 
Shivers went up my spine
while butterflies flew rampant in my stomach.
A hot senior guy had his hand on my knee. My eyes looked at it,
wondering what was happening. Was the world ending? Was this a prank? Did he
mean to do that?
 
“I like to read,” I stated
lamely. God, I sounded stupid.
 
Laughing, he replied, “I can
see that. You didn’t hear me ask if you wanted a cracker.” He held out a pack
of peanut butter and cheese crackers. I always thought they were disgusting,
but I considered taking one in that moment.
 
“No, thanks,” I said,
shaking my head. I gave him a warm smile.
 
“Ok,” he said. Before he could
say more, my bus pulled up. Right on time, of all days.
 
“That’s my bus,” I told him.
 
“Ok,” he said, finally
lifting his hand from my leg. “Do you mind if I come back sometime?” he asked,
a twinkle in his eyes. Standing, he held a hand out to assist me.
 
“Not at all,” I said, giving
him a genuine smile. He seemed nice. New friends weren’t a bad thing. Why was
his hand so warm? Was my palm supposed to be tingling?
 
He walked me to the bus.
“Ok, good. Maybe I’ll see you around school sometime. You should say hi.” He
sauntered off, looking back long enough to wave.
 

Witch in the Window
Olivia Hardin


“You’ll need to sign for it.” He set the box on the rail beside the door, then
made a move to take the book from her hand.
 
“Don’t touch me.” Chelsea
backed up into the door frame. She slammed the textbook closed, mentally
cursing herself for not thinking to mark her place, then reached into the house
and placed it on the table to the left of the door.
 
The delivery man smirked at
her as he pulled an electronic device from his back pocket and scanned the box,
then handed her the pen so that she could write onto the pad. She managed to
get that chore done without allowing her skin to make contact with his. He
smiled and shook his head in amusement when she handed the scanner back to him.
 
“I wish you’d get another
route,” she told him as she took the box.
 
“Little witch, if that’s
what you wish, you could just stop sending packages to yourself.”
 
Her face flamed in
mortification and she cut her gaze up to the perch where two of her roommates
were hiding, watching their secret obsession from above. With narrowed eyes,
she turned back to him and snarled low, “You think you know so much. But I know
what you are.”
 
He tilted his head to the
side. “You don’t know so much.” He reached out his hand, scissoring a lock of
her blond hair between two fingers.
 
Chelsea wanted to stop him.
 
She wanted to pull away and
run back into the safety of the house.
 
She wanted to slap his hand
away.
 
But she couldn’t do any of
those. She stood frozen, mesmerized by the dark appreciation in his eyes as he
examined her hair.
 
“Your walls are strong,” he
murmured, his palm so close to her cheek that she could feel the heat of his
skin. “Why are you afraid of me?”
 
Chelsea swallowed, unable to
clear the lump developing in her throat. “I’m not afraid. I’m cautious. I don’t
associate with demons.”
 
He laughed, then pursed his
lips as he stared into her, “You really don’t know much, do you?”
Her tongue darted out to wet
her lips, and she turned her head towards his hand, closing her eyes when he
cupped her cheek. A rush of excitement sped from her fingertips along her arms
and settled in her chest as she sucked in a breath of air.
 
“Please stop,” she begged
softly.
 
His thumb caressed her cheek
along her eye socket. With her eyes still shut, she felt his lips brush across
hers. And suddenly his touch was gone, and she snapped her lids open wide. He
was walking away from her, a confident swagger to his steps.
 
She didn’t even know his
name.
 
“I’m called Rinu.”

Chloe
Lacey Silks

“Don’t do it,” someone whispered from behind me.
 
That alone made me want to take a step forward, but the
soothing voice stilled my whole body.
 
“Come on. Life can’t be that bad, can it?” he asked.
 
I looked to the side, where a handsome man in a white
shirt was leaning over the railing, looking down instead of at me. Scratch that
– handsome was a definite understatement of his perfectly chiseled jaw line,
broad muscular shoulders, and shoulder-length hair tied into a bun. Not the
man-bun type right on top of the head, but one tied a bit lower, ponytail
style, with the perfect tease all around to give his curls a puffier look.
 
“Are you trying to get me to talk?”
 
“Obviously it’s working,” he smirked, finally meeting my
gaze. Those eyes were so captivating that I wondered if he’d been sent here by
my guardian angel to save me.
“So, you’re the smart-ass type?”
 
“I’d say it takes one to know one, but I don’t want to
anger you. Come on, beautiful, take my hand.” He reached out.
 
Why did he call me beautiful? I fell for it before, and I
wasn’t about to fall for it again. I shook my head and tiptoed further away.
 
Fear flashed across his face before the composed look of
I can handle anything the world throws at me returned. “You won’t jump,” he
said.
 
“This isn’t Titanic. And you’re not Jack. Even if you
were, I hate the name Jack, so there.”
 
That was true. Although Jack had been the instigator of
my troubles, they were now fueled by someone much more dangerous. It was a
wonder how much trouble a girl could get into in less than a month away from
home.
 
“Ok, well, do me a favor, then. Let me at least call your
parents to tell them their daughter is a pancake.”
“I don’t have any family, and eeww, that’s gross.”
 
“What? You think once you hit that pavement your pretty
face will remain that way? No way, honey. Every bone in your body will break.
Did you know there are two hundred and six bones in a human body? And the tiny
ones, like your fingers and toes, hurt like a bitch. Trust me, I know.”
 
He cracked his knuckles as he reached out his hand, and
though I looked for a crooked finger, I couldn’t find one. Instead, I couldn’t
help but stare at the fine lines of his digits, their length and strength.
 
“And yeah, you may say that it will last only a second.
But heck, I wouldn’t want to experience the last second of my life as the most
painful one. I’d rather get a heart attack from fucking too hard.”
Chasing Shadows
Sophia Barron

Odd, that the brujo would be worried over such a small use of magic. Unless, he
wanted the job, and was offended he hadn’t been asked. Delilah hadn’t figured
out precisely how Joe tied into so much of the shifter community, but this was
a theory she could test. “Have you tried to hire anyone else?”
 
“Nope.” Faith’s answer was simple, but Delilah caught the
girl’s eyes following her gaze.
 
Joe flushed under the Faith’s calm regard, and shifted
his weight back and forth as the moment, and the silence, stretched almost to
the breaking point.
 
Finally, Delilah broke the tension. “Why not? I bet Joe
knows some pretty neat spells that could do what you’re asking.” She couldn’t
help but grin at Joe’s obvious discomfort.
 
Faith shrugged, and her chin dropped. Delilah could
practically see the thoughts spinning in the girl’s head. She didn’t miss the
furtive glare the girl sent toward Joe, either. Interesting, indeed.
Delilah cleared her throat, and deliberately bumped the
candy jar. That was enough to drag an answer out of Faith.
 
“His magic’s too dark, and too old. Besides, he’s always
grumpy, and this is supposed to be a party.” The kid drew out the word party in
the most amusing way. Still, something about that simple, direct answer had
Del’s nerves on edge.
 
She’d been leery of Joe for a while. But Del surely wouldn’t
call him old old. The man had a long way to go to hit gray hair and rocking
chair days. He couldn’t be much more than a few years older than Del so why was
Faith worried about his magic being too old? It might be time to do a little
investigating into the man’s past. Later.
 
“Alright, I’ll consider it. What will my payment be?” Del
kept her whole attention focused on the little girl, determined to give this
bargain the weight it deserved. The child was young, but great power deserved
respect.
 
“I thought maybe I could help you with your wards.” Faith
stared at the tapestry behind Del, and goose bumps danced up Del’s arms. She
hated to turn down the kid’s payment; but that was too much to ask of such a
young child. Even though Del knew in her heart their magic would intertwine
perfectly, if those wards ever back-lashed—she couldn’t put the kid in the line
of fire.
“Honey, I appreciate the offer, but—”
 
A quiet cough interrupted her. “It’s too much for the
simple spells she,” Joe nodded toward Del, then crouched in front of Faith and
continued, “will need to make your party perfect.”
“Brujo, I don’t want your dark magic.” Faith’s young
voice went chill in a heartbeat. Delilah could feel the child’s magic starting
to pool. Shit.
 
“I know, dulcissime puer” Joe said. He rocked back on his
heels, kept his voice soft and unthreatening. “I wasn’t offering. When you
bargain with spells, you must trade like for like or reap the consequences.”
His words faded to a near-whisper as he finished his explanation.
 
Joe stayed crouched, calm and cool despite the looming
weight of gathering power poised to hammer him and the entire shop to bits.
Brave man, or stupid man? Heart racing, Del shoved the question aside in favor
of readying a grounding spell. Just in case. As she prepped, she took a moment
to really look at Joe. Dark hair, broad shoulders, killer ass. And apparently
patience for days.
Taking Charge
Shannon Macallan

My pulse is racing.  I’ve just asked her
out.  She hasn’t said yes yet, but she
also didn’t just immediately say no.  Did
I wake up in bizzaro world this morning?
The single-breasted uniform jacket is suddenly warm; my necktie too
constricting.  I can’t catch my breath.
 
“Well, if you’d like to explore Charleston at all, I’ve
got a car.”  Her eyes light up with
interest.  “Well, it’s transportation, at
least.  Reliable transportation.  Mostly.”
In other company I wouldn’t have any reason to be embarrassed by the
truck, but Miranda McGuire didn’t grow up riding around in that sort of
vehicle.
“So, dinner and you’ll show me around town?”
 
“If you’d be interested, yes.  I’d, ah, I’d be happy to.”  I’m starting to have second thoughts about
this.  What if she says no?  Fuck that, what if she says yes?  If she says no, I know how to handle that
situation.  I just write it off as
experience and try again with someone else.
I’ve just asked out the daughter of one of the ten richest men in
America.  What the hell am I supposed to
do if she says yes? 
 
“Then I’d love to take you up on it.”  Miranda sets down the cup of coffee she’d
poured for Eldridge and digs around in a small leather bag.  “Ah hah!
Here we go.”  She’s doing
something at the counter, but with her back to me I can’t tell what.  No, she’s writing something.  She’s bent slightly at the waist, and oh damn.  There’s a long, slow curve down her back,
down to where her waist pinches in, and then flaring outward again where her
skirt is stretched tight over an absolutely perfect- Down, boy!  Stop staring at that beautiful ass!
 
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Stop the clock.  What did she just
say?
 
“You just said…” My voice trails off.  I know I sound like an idiot, but I simply
cannot believe that this girl, this beautiful and intelligent girl, and oh by
the way rich, may have just said yes to me.
 
“Yes, Jack,” she says, her voice warm.  “I’d love to have dinner with you tonight,
and I’d love it if you showed me around your city.”  My eyes are wide with shock, and I’m
absolutely sure I’m turning red.  She
presses something into my hand, closing my fingers around it with both of
hers.  It’s a business card, with a
hand-written phone number on the back.
“Give me an hour or so after we finish in the conference room today,
then call me.  We’ve got to get back in
there, though.  Uncle Gerry will be
wondering where his coffee is, and he’ll be lost without me feeding him
information.” 
 
Her heels are clicking down the hallway before I release
a breath I didn’t know I was holding.  I
already miss the warmth of her hands wrapped around mine.  Where am I going to take her tonight?  What the hell have I gotten myself into?
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 THE GILDED CUFF

LAUREN SMITH

  • Series: Surrender
  • Paperback: 352 pages
  • Publisher: Forever Yours (February 10, 2015)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 1455532754
  • ISBN-13: 978-1455532759

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Every passion has its price . . .
Journalist Sophie Ryder has been following Emery Lockwood’s story since she was a little girl. There has always been something in his haunted eyes that she couldn’t resist and now, when she’s certain he holds the key to solving a string of kidnappings, she’ll do anything to speak to him. Even if it means venturing deep into the seductive world of the Gilded Cuff, a luxurious BDSM club on Long Island’s Gold Coast and Emery’s personal playground.
From the moment Sophie enters his shadowy, sensual domain, Emery Lockwood knows this tantalizing new little sub was meant to belong to him. However, Sophie wants more from Emery than just pleasure . . . she wants his past. And that is something he isn’t willing to give-no matter who is asking. But every moment he spends with Sophie, Emery feels his control slipping and he knows it’s only a matter of time before he surrenders to her heart, body, and soul

“The Gilded Cuff was a dramatic, sexy, and suspenseful romance between two people drowning in survivor’s guilt. Lauren Smith crafted an intriguing plot with strong secondary characters. Ms. Smith also created strong women who were brave and courageous; they were unwilling to sit on the sidelines while the men confronted the danger. Fans of Lisa Renee Jones would enjoy the sexy mystery with BDSM relationships.” — Harlequin Junkie

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Meet the author…

Lauren Smith is an attorney by day, author by night, who pens adventurous and edgy romance stories by the light of her smart phone flashlight app. She’s a native Oklahoman who lives with her three pets: a feisty chinchilla, sophisticated cat and dapper little schnauzer. She’s won multiple awards in several romance subgenres including being an Amazon.com Breakthrough Novel Award Quarter-Finalist and a Semi-Finalist for the Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Award.

Lauren is represented by the wonderful Pam van Hylckama Vlieg.

Website: www.laurensmithbooks.com

Check her out on Facebook at www.facebook.com/LaurenDianaSmith, her blog http://theleagueofrogues.blogspot.com/ or follow her on twitter at @LSmithAuthor.

Books:
The Shadows of Stormclyffe Hall- A Dark Seductions novel
His Wicked Seduction- League of Rogues book 2
Wicked Designs- League of Rogues Book 1
Blood Moon on the Rise (May 29th, 2013 from Amazon)
“A sexy, page-turning paranormal–indulge!” USA TODAY Bestselling Author Terry Spear
Wild At Heart Benefiting Turpentine Creek- A Charity Anthology

 

 

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MY THOUGHTS!
#1 in the new Contemporary Romance series,”Surrender”, about two kidnapped twins boys, their lives afterwards,the reasons why they were kidnapped and tortured and by whom. This is a two part story, so readers are left with some unanswered questions, but it is not a cliffhanger, per say. This is Emery and Sophia’s story.

Enthralling, suspenseful, very sexual, with some light BDSM and a very challenging story! Well written, unique in its content, with steamy sexual encounters and engaging characters. The plot is unique in it’s content, the kidnapping of twins, and the events that help shape their lives, each believing the other is dead. The “Gilded Cuff” is more than an Erotica Romance, it’s the story of child abduction, it’s after effects and finding their HEA. More than romance, sex, and dominance, it’s about finding peace, healing, and forgiveness. Readers of Erotica Romance and Romance in general, are sure to enjoy this one, as well as readers of Mystery and Suspense.

I can’t wait for the next installment, to learn more about Finn’s story. Strongly recommend!

*Received for an honest review from the author*

Rating: 4.5
Heat rating: Extremely Scorching (Light BDSM)
Reviewed by: AprilR, courtesy of My Book Addiction and More

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SEX,LIES & MURDER BOXED SET~ BOOK BLAST with Giveaway

 

Sex, Lies & Murder

Boxed Set

 

Romantic Suspense

 

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Sizzling romance. Killer instinct. Which wins out in the
end?

 

Four
top-selling authors create a perfect
escape
as they take love to the edge of suspense and back, risking life,
death, and emotional warfare. Sexy,
edgy, and gritty, these four romantic suspense novels will keep you turning the
pages, as plots rarely go according to
plan
,
and dangerous situations delay the stories’ coming to climax.

 

 

 

This boxed
set includes the full-length romantic suspense novels: According To Plan by Madison J. Edwards, Coming to Climax by Bobbye Terry, Emotional Warfare by Christina Wolfer, and A Perfect Escape by Maddie James.

 

 

 

 

 

ACCORDING TO
PLAN by Madison J. Edwards
Shelby Stewart’s been hired to find socialite Harrison Grant.  That’s good.  Her ex-partner, Tank, is on the hunt for him as well.  That’s bad.  Shelby will do anything to stay one step ahead of her uber sexy ex-lover, even play a tantalizing game of strip pool to knock him off his game.  Everything should work out, According to Plan.
According To Plan is a solid erotic romantic suspense with humor, mystery, action, a hot ALPHA man and a feisty, sassy, kick ass woman.  ~  Guilty Pleasures Book Reviews
Fast paced with great emotional quality, this story keeps you on the edge of your seat with lots of plot twists and scorching love scenes.  Shelby and Tank’s physical chemistry is off the charts sizzling ~ Long and Short Reviews
Madison J. Edwards All-Romance Bestseller, award winning author who loves writing a whole lot of spice into a relationship.  Her stories are filled with alpha heroes and the feisty women who keep them on their toes.
COMING TO
CLIMAX by Bobbye Terry

 

 

 

Margaret
Palmer returns to Climax, Virginia, where Southern charm hides long-buried
secrets and evil lurks just beneath the surface of the daily routine. Margaret’s
long-guarded secret now threatens to be exposed; but, will that no longer
matter when a psychotic killer’s target is Blue Moon, the one true love of her
life?

 

 

Double
Finalist in Central Florida Romance Writers’ Touch of Magic and Yellow Rose
Romance Writers’ Winter Rose contests.
 

 

Bravo! Well, done!! I loved it! ~ Blue is absolutely
fascinating! I am in love!
 

 

Bobbye
Terry
is a bestselling contemporary romance writer with
multiple awards for her contemporary romance, historical romance, romantic
suspense and romantic comedy.
EMOTIONAL WARFARE by Christina Wolfer
When highly classified military parts go missing from Libby Aerospace Technologies, Dana Porter is sent to Wyoming to resolve the issues.  The further Dana digs, the  more dangerous things become, and when an ex-employee ends up murdered, she suspects someone is illegally exporting the goods.
Dana’s past marital issues were handled competently and her romantic feelings for Nick added to the emotional warfare…the emotional push-pull of the protagonists is where Ms. Wolfer shines. ~ Amazon Review
Wolfer understands the human condition and breathes life and realism into her characters ~ Amazon Review
Christina Wolfer writes the spectrum of contemporary romance, from modern day westerns to murder and suspense.  She’ll keep you guessing until the very end.
A PERFECT
ESCAPE by Maddie James

 

 

 

Megan Thomas is running for her
life. Smyth Parker is running from his. Their perfect escape to the solitude of
uninhabited Portsmouth Island might temporarily solve their problems, but Smyth
soon learns he doesn’t need a complication named Megan Thomas—especially when
she brings more danger to his life than he could have imagined.
 

 

What a tangled web! An intricate
plot of mystery and suspense. James deftly combines romance and suspense, so
hop on for an exhilarating ride.
~ 4
Stars, RT Book Reviews
 

 

A Perfect Escape is a well-written story that delivers great range of emotions, intense
action at its best, and a great plot. Ms. James knows how to pen stories that
engage the reader
. ~ Fallen
Angel Reviews

 

Bestselling author Maddie James is the author of
nearly 30 novels/novellas. Her books have received numerous 5 Star and Top Pick
reviews. She is frequently listed as a Top 100 Most Popular Contemporary
Romance Author at Amazon.

 

 

 

 

 

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