The Brook Brother Series
by Tracie Delaney Publication Date: July 19, 2018 Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance Photographer – CJC Photography Model – David Wills
Their paths were destined to cross.
First she’ll make him hers.
Then she’ll ruin him.
To save his dream, Jax Brook needs a loan—fast.
And the gorgeous, seductive Indie Monroe holds the key to his success.
At first she’s supportive, enticingly so, but as Jax falls deeper under Indie’s spell, he can’t help but wonder at the secrets she won’t share.
Indie hasn’t a mean bone in her body, but family must come first.
For the sins of his father, Jax will pay.
Except Jax isn’t the sinner, she is. And she’s fallen for him.
As their lives collide, Indie begins to have second thoughts about the path she’s destined to walk. However, she isn’t alone in her desire for vengeance. Someone is pulling her strings. And no matter how hard she tugs, they won’t let go.
If he can’t forgive her, will he at least try and save her?
Love is supposed to be strong. Isn’t it?
The Blame Game is the first in a new series that follows four brothers through their lives and loves, trials and triumphs.
About Tracie Delaney
Tracie Delaney writes contemporary romance novels that centre around strong characters and real life problem with, of course, a perfect Happy Ever After ending.
When she isn’t writing or sitting around with her head stuck in a book, she can often be found watching The Walking Dead, Game of Thrones or any tennis match, especially those involving Roger Federer. Her greatest fear is running out of coffee.
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Tracie lives in the North West of England with her amazingly supportive husband and her two crazy Westie puppies, Cooper and Murphy. Any tips on stopping them chewing the furniture would be gratefully received.
Craving Mr. Kinky by A.M. Madden and Joanne Schwehm
Publication Date: June 20th, 2018
Series: Mr. Wrong #4
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Here’s a tip: When you least expect it, expect it.
I’d been known to have my share of beautiful women. Usually, I met them in a bar, through a mutual acquaintance, or even when photographing them.
Imagine my surprise when a gorgeous blonde drove her car into mine on the way to a party.
No more than a minute after our run-in, a string of colorful words flew from her mouth in rapid fire.
Unexplainably, the angrier she became the harder I got. All sorts of scenarios played in my head of how I could get her to shut up. I was all for feisty women, but I preferred leaving that for the bedroom—not on the streets of New York.
When I learned she was a school teacher, that worsened my disposition. What man didn’t have a dirty teacher fantasy at one point in his life? I decided it was my turn to teach her a thing or two... or so I thought. Little did I know, Miss Prim-and-Proper would turn the tables on me.
She called me Mr. Kinky, and that was fine with me.
A.M. Madden is a USA Today bestselling published author with Loveswept/Random House as well as Ever After Romance.
A.M. is a wife, a mother, an avid reader of romance novels, and now an author.
“It’s all about the HEA.”
A.M. Madden is the author of the popular Back-Up Series, as well as several other contemporary romances. She is also a published author with Loveswept/Random House.
Her debut novel was Back-up, the first in The Back-Up Series. In Back-Up, A.M.’s main character Jack Lair caused readers to swoon. They call themselves #LairLovers, and have been faithful supporters to Jack, as well to the rest of his band, Devil’s Lair.
A.M. truly believes that true love knows no bounds. In her books, she aspires to create fun, sexy, realistic romances that will stay with you after the last page has been turned. She strives to create characters that the reader can relate to and feel as if they know personally.
A self-proclaimed hopeless romantic, she loves getting lost in a good book. She also uses every free moment of her time writing, while spending quality time with her three handsome men. A.M. is a Gemini and an Italian Jersey girl, but despite her Zodiac sign, nationality, or home state, she is very easy going.
She loves the beach, loves to laugh, and loves the idea of love.
Joanne is a mother and wife and loves spending time with her family. She’s an avid sports watcher and enjoys the occasional round of golf.
Joanne loves to write and read romance. She believes everyone should have romance in their lives and hopes her books bring joy and happiness to readers who enjoy modern day fairy tales and breathless moments.
She is an independent romance author and has written several contemporary romance novels, including The Prescott Series, Ryker, A Heart’s Forgiveness, The Critic and The Chance series.
Joanne looks forward to sharing more love stories in her future novels.
Title: Crazy Stupid Love A Dirty Dicks Standalone Novel
Author: K.L. Grayson
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 20, 2018
There’s a special place in hell for a man like
me—a man who shamelessly sleeps with his best friend’s little sister, knowing
he’ll never be what she needs. A man who takes because the only thing he has to
offer in return is a broken past that’s destined to destroy his future.
I was the kid who grew up on the wrong side of
the tracks with shit parents and clothes that had been handed down one too many
times. I stole to feed my sister, fought to protect her, and I’ll always be the
guy your parents don’t want you to bring home.
So yeah, that’s me. Lincoln Bennett. Adley
Allen’s walk on the wild side. Her dirty little secret. And I’m okay with
that—ninety-nine percent of the time. Unfortunately today is in that one
percent when it doesn’t sit well with me. For some strange reason, I want to be
around to celebrate all of Adley’s successes. I want to be here when she gets
her first job and take her out to dinner after her first shift. I want to be
the one she depends on, the person she calls when she has a bad day. Or a great
day. Or any kind of day.
I want more than her body. I want her heart.
But men like me don’t get women like her.
K.L. Grayson resides in a small town outside of St. Louis,
MO. She is entertained daily by her
extraordinary husband, who will forever inspire every good quality she writes
in a man. Her entire life rests in the
palms of six dirty little hands, and when the day is over and those pint-sized
cherubs have been washed and tucked into bed, you can find her typing away
furiously on her computer. She has a
love for alpha-males, brownies, reading, tattoos, sunglasses, and happy
endings…and not particularly in that order.
From the shadows, he emerges. The small pool of
olive oil on his hands glistens in the candlelight and drips on the tile floor
through his fingers.
his face as he approaches the bed, and he’s grinning wickedly, his hair messy
and wild. Bare feet on a cold floor. Shirt off. Jeans unbuttoned, with a thatch
of groomed pubic hair peeking out, his root showing.
tingles and gooseflesh erupts on my arms and legs.
appraising eyes slowly, languidly, take in my form.
And I love
it. I absolutely love the way he looks at me, like he’s appreciating every
freckle, every hair follicle, every curve. My painted toes. My voluptuous
calves. My ample thighs. And on up.
drip of olive oil plops on the floor. Part of me thinks it’s a waste. The other
part of me loves this game.
the watching, makes me pant, and I breathe faster and faster as he comes
closer. My skin’s glowing in his dim room.
surprise does he have for me this time?
mystery. I love the mystery and anticipation. I don’t know what’s coming next.
I don’t know the plan.
I have no
idea what pleasures are in store for me tonight, but I’m sure they’re coming.
what he does to me. He knows I’m resisting writhing on the crisp, rough sheets,
which are crackly from drying on a line out back in the cold, wintry Andalusian
sun. We’ll soften them soon enough when our bodies join together, but right now
they’re almost like brittle sandpaper, chafing my skin.
With a bite
of his lip, trying to control his smile, he rubs his hands together, making a
suction sound from the lubrication. The oil smells fruity, green—if you could
smell a color—and bitter.
it on his skin enough times to know its taste. The complexity of the flavors.
How just a drop on the tongue can make me want so much.
I love it.
stay on his hands. I’m obsessed with them, especially his callouses. Over time,
they’ve built up on the pads of his palms, right next to where his fingers
begin. The telltale sign of a life lived working outside, although it’s not
what he wants. Sometimes his rough patches crack and bleed, a hazard of using a
rake to beat the olives out of the trees.
A hazard of
using his hands.
hands, those scratchy callouses now skim down my naked body, half-lit in the
dark room, leaving a trail of oil. My hair splays across the pillow. His light
touch makes my nipples point up. My pulse pound. My body ache. I arch up into
his fingers, wanting more. Needing more.
shouldn’t be doing this. This isn’t how my life is supposed to be.
Leslie McAdam is a California girl who loves romance, Little
Dude, and well-defined abs. She lives in a drafty old farmhouse on a small
orange tree farm in Southern California with her husband and two small
children. Leslie always encourages her kids to be themselves – even if it means
letting her daughter wear leopard print from head to toe. An avid reader from a
young age, she will always trade watching TV for reading a book, unless it’s
Top Gear. Or football. Leslie is employed by day but spends her nights writing
about the men you fantasize about. She’s unapologetically sarcastic and
notoriously terrible at comma placement (that’s what editors are for!). Always
up for a laugh, Leslie tries to see humor in all things. When she’s not in the
writing cave you’ll find her fangirling over Beck, camping with her family, or
mixing up oil paints to depict her love of outdoors on canvas.