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El Santo by M. Robinson

 

EL SANTO
BY: USA TODAY
Bestselling Author M. Robinson
Genre: Contemporary/New Adult Romance

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Release Date: November 16th, 2017

 
 
I didn’t know darkness
and evil lurked inside me until I had to murder in order to survive. Forced to
become my own worst enemy. With so much blood on my hands, I was surprised I
could still see my own skin.
I killed.
I tortured.
I loved…
I played God while I was
rotting in Hell. Thriving on control and power was the only way I knew how to
live. There were no other options.
If you weren’t my friend,
you were my foe.
If you weren’t with me,
you were against me.
Traitors, as I called
them. There were no imaginary lines. I’d crossed them all. No boundaries. No
second chances. No redemption.
Not for me.
For them.
For anyone.
Only for her…
She loved me. Always
convinced I was a saint, never believing I was just another sinner.
A fucking monster.
Until it was too late.
Except, I didn’t choose
this life. It. Chose. Me.

 

I witnessed and
participated in it all.
Somewhere along the way
in the last few years, I stopped allowing myself to feel, to think, to dream of
another life. Only the strongest survive and I would always make it out alive.
No. Matter. What.
The control, the power,
the sins of it all, were just as addicting as they were afflicting. Consuming
every last part of my being.
I became the fucking
monster they wanted me to be.
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Author of El Santo, Ends Here, Keeping Her Wet, Road to Nowhere, El Diablo, The
Good Ol’ Boys Standalone Series, The VIP Trilogy, Tempting Bad, and Two Sides.
M. Robinson loves to
read. She favors anything that has angst, romance, triangles, cheating, love,
and of course sex! She has been reading since the Babysitters Club and R.L.
Stein. All time favorite books are The Bronze Horseman Trilogy by Paullina
Simons.
She was born in New
Jersey but was raised in Tampa Fl. She is married to an amazing man who she
loves to pieces. They have two German shepherd mixes, a Wheaten Terrier and a
Tabby cat.

 

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A LITTLE TOO LATE by Staci Hart

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A Little Too Late, an all-new romantic standalone from Staci Hart is coming October 24th!

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A Little Too Late by Staci Hart

Publishing Date: October 24th, 2017

Genre: Contemporary Romance

I wasn’t supposed to fall in love with the nanny.

When my wife left, she took the illusion of happiness with her, and I’ve been caught in a free fall ever since. For nine long months, I’ve been fighting to figure out how to be a single dad, how to be alone.

For nine long months, I’ve been failing.

When Hannah walked through the door, I took my first breath since I’d found myself on my own. She slipped into our lives effortlessly, showing me what I’ve been missing all these years. Because Hannah made me smile when I thought I’d packed the notion of happiness away with my wedding album.

She was only supposed to be the nanny, but she’s so much more.

The day my wife left should have been the worst day of my life, but it wasn’t. It was when Hannah walked away, taking my heart with her.

Excerpt:

Hannah

The first time I saw Charlie Parker, I didn’t see one thing at a time; I saw all of him. It was an assault on my senses, an overwhelming tide of awareness, and for a moment, the details came to me in flashes over what was probably only a few seconds but felt so much longer.

His hair was blond and gently mussed, his face long and nose elegant. I could smell him, clean and fresh with just a touch of spice I couldn’t place. I tipped my chin up—he was tall, taller than me, and I hovered just at six feet—and met his eyes, earthy and brown and so deep. So very deep.

And then he smiled.

He was handsome when he wasn’t smiling. He was stunning when he was.

I was so lost in that smile, I didn’t register the flying gob until it whapped against my sweater. Tiny splatters of something cold speckled my neck.

This was the moment the clock started again, and the sweet serenity slipped directly into chaos.

A blond little boy looked up at me from his father’s side with a devilish gleam in his dark eyes. The spoon in his hand was covered in blood-red jam and aimed at me like an empty catapult.

Several things happened at once. Charlie’s face morphed into embarrassed frustration as he reached for who I presumed to be his son. The boy—Sam, I guessed from the names I’d been given by the agency—spun around lightning fast and took off down the hallway, giggling. Another child began to cry from somewhere back in the house, and a bowl clattered to the ground, followed by a hissed swear from what sounded like an older woman.

I glanced down at the sliding, sticky mess against my white sweater and started to laugh.

Charlie’s head swiveled back to me, his face first colored with confusion, then in horror as he looked at the Pollock painting on my sweater.

“Oh my God,” he breathed, his apologetic, wide eyes dragging down my body. “Jesus, I am so sorry.”

I was still laughing, almost a little hysterical. I couldn’t even tell you why.

I waved a hand at Charlie, and he took my elbow, guiding me into the house as I caught my breath. Another crash came from the kitchen, and a little girl came toddling out into the entry, leaving powdery footprints on the hardwood.

Charlie’s face screwed up. “Sam!” he called, stretching the word, a drawn-out promise of consequences.

A riot of giggling broke out in the kitchen.

We both snapped into motion. I followed him as he scooped up his crying daughter and stormed toward the kitchen. The little girl watched me over his shoulder with big brown eyes, her breath hitching in little shudders and her small finger hooked in her mouth.

Charlie stopped so abruptly, I almost ran into him.

When I looked around him and into the kitchen, my mouth opened. I covered it with my fingers as laughter bubbled up my throat.

A bag of flour sat in the middle of the floor, the white powder thrown in bursts against the surrounding surfaces and hanging in the air like smoke. The floor next to the bag was the only clean spot, shaped like a small bottom—the little girl’s, I supposed. A bowl lay upside down, its contents oozing from under the rim and slung in a ring from ceiling to cabinet to floor, as if it had completed a masterful flip on its way to its demise. And in the center of the madness stood an older woman with flour in her dark hair and dusted down the front of her. Clutched under her arm was a wriggling Sam, offending spoon still in hand.

Her face was kind but tight with exasperation. “Please tell me this is the new nanny,” she said flatly.

“I doubt we could convince her to stay at this point,” he said with equal flatness.

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Staci has been a lot of things up to this point in her life — a graphic designer, an entrepreneur, a seamstress, a clothing and handbag designer, a waitress. Can’t forget that. She’s also been a mom, with three little girls who are sure to grow up to break a number of hearts. She’s been a wife, though she’s certainly not the cleanest, or the best cook. She’s also super, duper fun at a party, especially if she’s been drinking whiskey.

From roots in Houston to a seven year stint in Southern California, Staci and her family ended up settling somewhere in between and equally north, in Denver. They are new enough that snow is still magical. When she’s not writing, she’s reading, sleeping, gaming, or designing graphics.

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Clutch by S.M. West

Title: Clutch
Author: S.M. West
Genre: Contemporary Romance

Cover Design: RBA

Photo: Regina Wamba, Mae I Design and Photography

Release Date: November 3, 2017
Blurb
Clutch –
verb: to grasp and hold tightly; to seize; snatch.
Flighty. Stupid.
That’s what my sisters think of me.
I’m tired of being
misunderstood.
With a suitcase in
hand and the ocean as my beacon, I’m charting my own path.
Yet, barely a day on
the road, I almost crash and burn.
Running into Silas
Palmer, a sexy-as-sin rock star, changes my life.
Silas makes me feel …
Exceptional. Aimless.
He’s always known his
course.
And even now, when
he’s abandoning fame and fortune, he knows what he wants.
Me.
But life is never
that simple.

 

 

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Excerpt
Since
Pansy’s come into my life, I’m brimming with song ideas, scraps of
paper everywhere. So much so, half of me is eager to get in that studio and
write, but the other half is reluctant to lose the limited time I have with
Pansy, getting to know her.
“I love
that. Is it new?” Pansy surveys me from the doorway in a faded black one-piece
swimsuit that’s seen better days. All I see is her toned bronze skin, calling
to me.
Crooking my
finger, I beckon her, and she obeys. With each step to me, streams of sunlight
flit across the crown of her head, deepening the warm, red tones of her long
locks.
I pull her
onto my lap, and her delicious bow-shaped lips curl up as her eyes widen,
darkening to moss green. Her warm, almost bare back leans against my chest, and
I swear our heartbeats are synchronized.
“Silas.” My
name is almost a tremble on her lips.
“Hey,” I
whisper, and she smiles.
I place her
hands on the keyboard, my larger ones shadowing hers, and we play a few bars of
the song I just wrote. The one she just overheard. It’s about her.
“Hypnotizing.”
She sways with the beat.
“Very
hypnotizing.” She sure is. 
Lightly
kissing her shoulder, my tongue licks at her salty skin, and she shudders and
sighs, sinking into me. With her surrender, my hands have a mind of their own,
gripping her waist and lifting her to sit on the piano with her legs bent, her
bare feet grazing the keys. 
“Silas,”
she exhales, her hands latching onto my shoulders.
Seated at
eye level with her sex, I glance at her, seeking permission. The tiny nod and
nibble on her bottom lip is all the go-ahead I need. My fingers gently knead
her thighs before pulling her legs wide apart. 
She gasps
as my hands glide up the inside of her legs. Eager to taste and touch, my
tongue kisses, nips, and licks at the soft, silky skin of her thighs, the sea
salt mingling with a flavor that is undeniably Pansy. She tastes like fucking
freedom.
I continue
to rub my palms along her thighs, to the juncture of her legs and pelvis. I’m
overwhelmed with desire, burning inside as my thumb slowly swipes her mound
through the already-damp bathing suit. I’m not sure if it’s wet from the ocean
or her excitement.
 

She
releases a breathy moan, dropping her head forward, her hair falling around us
like curtains. Licking my lips, I plant a wet, open-mouthed kiss at the apex of
her thighs and groan at her musky, intoxicating scent. She sucks in a jagged
breath and curls her fingers and toes.

 
 
 

Author Bio

S.M. West is an
indie author who writes contemporary romance, romantic suspense, erotica and
whatever her heart desires. 
She spends her time
juggling ay day job, being a mom and wife, and writing. On top of that, she’s a
self-professed junkie of many things including a voracious fan of music, a
born wanderer, a wine aficionado and chocolate connoisseur.
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With Love by Liz Lovelock

 

 

Title: With Love
Series: Letters in Blood #2
Author: Liz Lovelock
Genre: Suspense/Thriller
Release Date: October 18, 2017

 

 

Blurb
Dear Captor,Do you find pleasure in my tortured screams?

My darkened cell is my own living nightmare.

Why do you continue to play this game? Why don’t you just kill me?

You’ve almost broken me all over again—but I’ve held firm. I’ve pushed through
the pain you’ve inflicted. And now I’m seeing a side of you I never knew could
exist. A side I connect with. A side I could grow to like.

Your touch on my skin . . . it ignites a fire within.

Only time will tell what will come of it.

With love,

Elenore.

 

Review by Paula:
This book starts right where the first one did with a bang. Eleanor is still with the Captor but the cop Roman found something she had hidden at her house. We get to read about Eleanor and what she has been going through in her life that she kept a secret. Plus lots of twist and turns and shocking details. I can’t wait to read book 3 and find out what happens next! 5 Stars
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Author Bio
Liz is from
bright and sunny Queensland, Australia. She has always been a reader. When she
was little, she’d be up late reading Garfield
and Asterix comic books and also Footrot Flats. When Liz hit high school,
they gave her Tomorrow When the War Began
by John Marsden, and from there her love of books continued to grow.
Liz keeps a
notebook and pen beside her bed for when those late-night ideas pop into her
head, plus she’s a stationery addict and loves pens, notebooks, and, well,
anything stationery.
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Bottoms Up by Holly Renee

Cover Design:Regina Wamba / Mae I Design & Photography

Release Date: October 18, 2017

 

Synopsis

From the moment I met him, I knew he was trouble.

He was reckless, cocky, and everything I shouldn’t want.

I had a life all figured out, and Tucker Moore was not a part of the plan.

But somehow I slipped.

One moment I had it all under control.

The next I was spiraling around him, begging him for whatever he would give me.

But as quickly as I fell for him, it all crumbled around us.

Because everything I thought I knew was far from the truth.

There was only one way to fix what we had done.

So I turned my world Bottoms Up.

 

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Bookaholic, firm believer in grand gestures, and obsessed with happily ever afters.

Holly Renee was born and raised in a small town in Tennessee where she lives with her husband and three fur-babies, Luna, Dobby, and Bellatrix. (Yes. She has a slight obsession with Harry Potter.)

During the day, Holly spends her time as a nurse, but once she gets home, she falls deep into her passion of reading and writing.

 

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Ideal Image by Freya Barker & KT Dove

Title: Ideal Image
Series: A SNAPshot Novel
Author: Freya Barker and KT Dove
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: October 18, 2017
Cover Designer: Rebel, Edit & Design

In one blinding flash, the very fiber of her existence is shredded.
For criminal lawyer and single mother, Stacie Gustafson, a dependable career, a well-organized life, and an immaculate image, had always been her armor. Without it she’s left exposed and struggling to create a new existence for her and her daughter. No matter how hard she tries, she is unable to avoid her history.

All it takes is one look at the blue-eyed woman, for Nicolas Flynn to be transported back ten years. Sure, her appearance has changed, but then so has his, since he turned his life around. His devotion to his small-town law firm is tested with the arrival of this bittersweet blast from the past, making for a persistent distraction. One that drags along more trouble than she left behind.


“Tomorrow let’s tackle the roof on the small barn. Last week when we had that rain come through, the horses stayed drier under the overhang covering the outside pen than they did inside the barn itself.”
I’m glad we’re onto more palatable dinner subjects now. As my Pops ages, his choice of casual conversation over a meal, more often than not, includes the day’s special on ailments or a detailed report on bodily functions.
Today’s topics of choice had been ingrown toenails and the effects of the latest pinto bean crop on a senior’s digestive system. Yeah, my dad can be a laugh-and-a-half at the dinner table.
“Absolutely,” I say, trying not to sound too relieved at the change in topic. “Do we still have a few of those corrugated roof panels we used on the shelter for the woodpile?”
“Probably just one or two,” Pops answers, before taking another massive bite of his hamburger.
“Maybe we’ll head into Cortez in the morning?”
“We can hit Denny’s for breakfast,” he says, slurping the dregs of his milkshake loudly.
Pops is a man of simple pleasures; a regular constitution and a hearty meal. Throw in a beer occasionally and he’s a happy man. He also likes predictability, which is why I’ve made it a point in recent years, to keep my schedule clear on Friday afternoons. We go out for an early meal—Pops like to eat at five—and catch up on our weeks, before planning out our weekend.
I don’t have much of a life outside of work. Sadly, my father is responsible for the bulk of my socializing. Friday dinners at a restaurant of his choice, and the weekends mostly putzing about our property. There are days when I feel more like sixty than the barely forty years I’m old.
“Now there’s a sight for sore eyes.”
I barely register Pop’s voice as I focus on my chicken fried steak sandwich, until the melodic cadence of a familiar voice pierces my awareness.
“First pick a booth, Mak, and then we’ll order.”
I swivel around in my seat to find Stacie’s daughter staring back at me.
“Hey,” I offer in greeting, my eyes immediately looking for, and finding, Stacie behind her. I can feel my face crack open in a big smile.
“Hi,” is the cheerful reply, along with Stacie’s more subdued; “Hello.”
“You friends of my son?” Pops pushes half out of his seat, the paper napkin he habitually tucks in his collar to catch the inevitable crumbs and stains flutters down to the floor, as he sticks out his greasy hand in greeting.
Instead of bouncing my head off the table a few times, which I’d like to do, I also stand up.
“Stacie, this is my father, Henry Flynn. And, Pops, this Stacie Gustafson and her daughter Makenna. Stacie is a colleague.” I’m not quite sure why I add the last, but the moment I see my father’s eyes narrow on Stacie’s face, a feeling of doom settles in my stomach. My pops is not exactly known for tact or subtlety.
“Why don’t you join us?” I quickly ask, hoping to avoid what I know is sure to come. Stacie opens her mouth with what I know will be an objection, but Mak easily slides in the booth beside Pops.
I feel bad for Stacie, who is left standing a little awkwardly next to the table. I grab her hand and gently pull her to sit down. I try to glare at Pops to warn him off when he leans over the table, his head slightly tilted to the side, but he’s like a dog with a bone.
“What happened to your face?”
And there it is.
I’m still contemplating my father’s imminent demise, while desperately seeking for ways to soften the shocked expression on Stacie’s face at the impact of his words, when her little girl pipes up.
“She got burned in an explosion. Gnarly, right? You should see her arm.”
I watch Stacie’s eyes pop open at her daughter’s callous description, but Pops is immediately distracted.
“The explosion up on the mountain last winter? That was your mom? Damn, I heard that was bad.”
“She almost died,” Mak says, her face somber.
“Yeah, but she didn’t, did she?” Pops counters sagely, and I throw up my hands, there’s no way to stop this train wreck. “Looks pretty alive to me.”
Stacie’s eyes, round as saucers, turn to me. Surprisingly, I see a glimmer of humor in their depths.
“Thank God,” her daughter blurts out dramatically, and the whole situation suddenly becomes comical in the most surreal way.
“Yeah—thank God,” Pops echoes, a smirk on his face as he winks across the table at Stacie, who promptly bursts out laughing, and I can’t hold back a chuckle. “Besides, they can fix that, you know?”
“Oh, I know,” Mak says wisely, tucking her paper napkin in the collar of her shirt, mimicking my dad. A move that makes all of the adults at the table smile. “Mom’s having her face done in two weeks.”
After a little confusion—during which the waitress shows up to take Stacie and Mak’s orders, and Pops takes the opportunity to order another milkshake and order of fries—I manage to glean that having her face done means Stacie apparently has another surgery scheduled.
Review by Christine:
Ideal Image by Freya Barker & K.T. Dove is an emotional romance with just the right amount of suspenseful edge. This second installment in the Snapshot series bring us Stacie’s story, the sister of Ben whom we follow in Freeze Frame. Ideal Image can be read as a standalone but better enjoyed in series order of course.

After Freeze Frame I really hoped that wasn’t the last we saw of these characters and K.T. & Freya did not disappoint. Stacie was such a strong, interesting character and following along with her story of healing and growing her relationship with her daughter was beautiful. You are in-store for some shocking twists and turns in this tale that I didn’t see coming. I couldn’t put this book down and loved every minute with these multi-layered characters. Fingers crossed we’ll get another installment in this series because Freya and K.T. make a fantastic team. 5 Stars for Ideal Image by Freya Barker & K.T. Dove

Freya Barker inspires with her stories about ‘real’ people, perhaps less than perfect, each struggling to find their own slice of happy. She is the author of the Cedar Tree Series and the Portland, ME, novels.
Freya is the recipient of the RomCon “Reader’s Choice” Award for best first book, “Slim To None,” and is a finalist for the 2016 Kindle Book Awards for “From Dust”. She currently has two complete series and three anthologies published, and is working on two new series; La Plata County FBI—ROCK POINT, and Northern Lights. She continues to spin story after story with an endless supply of bruised and dented characters, vying for attention!

KT Dove grew up, and still lives, in the Midwest. At an early age she developed a love of reading, driving the local librarians crazy, and would plan plot lines and stories for her favorite characters. KT received degrees in English, Speech/Drama, and Education. And yet instead of becoming an English teacher as planned, she opted for an unexpected HEA. 
Now married, a mother and still an avid reader, she stumbled upon the Indie author movement and became involved on several levels. Never in her wildest imagination would she have thought she would co-author a book. With the support of her family, she took the plunge, adding writing to an already busy literary existence.  
She wouldn’t have it any other way.
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Dawn by Jessica Florence

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Dawn (Hero Society #1)
A superhero romance series

Dawn has come, a time for heroes to rise.

Draco has lived long and felt the pain of loss more than anyone in one lifetime could imagine. Immortality was given to him as a gift, a gift that failed him and turned him into a shell of the man that has nothing left but to wait out the end of existence alone.

Until her.

Rose is an empath who sees more than who Draco is supposed to be: she sees him, and what they could be.

Together, they will begin the search for others with extraordinary powers, to stop a war that’s been brewing for over a millennia.

The journey is only beginning, and an unnamed enemy has started to make his mark on their world.

The dawn of heroes has finally arrived.

Only time will tell if it’s too late to defeat the upcoming darkness of night that now descends upon all of mankind.

 

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Her brown eyes stared up from the bed.

Our bed.

Now it was her death bed.

“Cassandra.” My voice was broken, because there was nothing I could do. She was dying.

“It’s my time, Draco.” She smiled sweetly at me. She was always the kindest person I knew; it was why I married her in the first place.

“I wish I could go with you, love.” Tears ran down my cheeks, and I wished with all my heart that I could follow her into death’s embrace.

“We knew this was going to happen; you promised me.”  Her eyes began to water just as the house shook from war going on outside.  I didn’t care if they destroyed each other outside. My world was currently exploding before my eyes now.

“You promised,” she repeated, and I shook my head. I didn’t want to keep my promise. When we decided to get married, she knew all my secrets, and took me as I was. We promised each other that age didn’t matter, and when it was time for her to die, I would continue on with our memories of love.

“Remember me, Draco.” Her breaths were slowing, and I knew she didn’t have much longer.

“Always, Cass.”  I smiled and let the tears flow freely. She smiled once more, and then her eyes closed.

I wrapped my fingers around hers, and my head fell to her chest, hoping to hear the last beat of her heart.

The final thump echoed through my head, and I couldn’t help the strangled cry that escaped my throat. I cradled her in my arms, holding her tightly as I let out all the pain that I couldn’t let her see.

This was why I didn’t fall in love.

This was why I didn’t get close to people.

The pain of loss. I’d felt so much more pain than anyone should in one lifetime.

I felt the house begin to vibrate.

“Goodbye, love.” I closed my eyes as the house exploded, and everything inside of it was turned to ash.

My sweet Cassandra was no more. Gone were the pictures of us in those little albums she liked to put together of our adventures.  Everything was just gone.

Except me.

Forced to live for eternity, and never die.

 

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