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A loving husband. The perfect killer?
‘I wonder if Mia thinks I have a dark side. Most likely as far as she knows, I am just her dear loving husband.’
Paul Strom has spent years building his perfect life: glittering career, beautiful wife, two healthy boys and a big house in the suburbs.
But he also has his secrets. That’s why Paul has promised his wife a romantic weekend getaway. He proclaims this day, a warm Friday in May, will be the best day ever.
Paul loves his wife, really, he does. But he also wants to get rid of her. And with every hour that passes, Paul ticks off another stage in his elaborately laid plan…
Behind Closed Doors meets Liane Moriarty in this creepy, fast-paced psychological thriller with a twist you won’t see coming!
‘Deliciously diabolical and highly readable, BEST DAY EVER kept me flipping the pages with anticipation and fascination. Unputdownable!’ A. J. Banner, USA Today bestselling author of The Twilight Wife
About the Author
Kaira Rouda is a USA Today bestselling, multiple award-winning author of contemporary women’s fiction and sexy modern romance novels that sparkle with humor and heart. Her women’s fiction titles include HERE, HOME, HOPE, ALL THE DIFFERENCE, IN THE MIRROR and THE GOODBYE YEAR (April 2016). Her bestselling short story is titled, A MOTHER’S DAY. Kaira’s work has won the Indie Excellence Award, USA Book Awards, the Reader’s Choice Awards and honorable mention in the Writer’s Digest International Book Awards. Her books have been widely reviewed and featured in leading magazines.
Her sexy contemporary romance series set on INDIGO ISLAND includes: WEEKEND WITH THE TYCOON, Book 1; HER FORBIDDEN LOVE, Book 2; THE TROUBLE WITH CHRISTMAS, Book 3; and THE BILLIONAIRE’S BID, Book 4. Each of these novellas can be read as a stand alone, or enjoyed as a series. Her new series is set in LAGUNA BEACH and includes: LAGUNA NIGHTS, Book 1; LAGUNA HEIGHTS, Book 2; and LAGUNA LIGHTS, Book 3, and LAGUNA SIGHTS, coming winter 2016. She also helped launch Melissa Foster’s The Remington’s Kindle World with her bestselling novella, SPOTLIGHT ON LOVE and in the Dare to Love Kindle World, THE CELEBRITY DARE.
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Turned by a Tiger (Eternal Mates Romance Series Book 12)
On the verge of bleeding out and hunted by his merciless torturers, Talon has no choice but to seek sanctuary at Underworld, a nightclub run by a jaguar shifter liable to kill him on sight for being a tiger shifter male. What he finds in the old warehouse isn’t the grim shadow of Death though but an angel of mercy, one who offers him salvation and revenge—one who happens to be his fated mate.
Tending bar at Underworld is never dull when you’re a mortal surrounded by immortals, but when a gorgeous tiger shifter covered in blood stumbles into the club, and set’s fire to her boss’s temper, Sherry’s entire world is in danger of being turned on its head. Something about the mysterious warrior has her stepping in to save him, something that ignites her heart and stirs her soul, and no matter how fiercely she fights it, she can’t hold herself back.
When Talon reveals the name of his captors, and his plan to head back in to save his friends, will Sherry be brave enough to embrace the feelings he stirs in her and step deeper into the world of immortals? And will Talon be strong enough to resist the lure of Sherry to protect his family’s secret or will he risk everything to claim his eternal mate?
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Sherry knew the appeal of the no-strings-attached style of relationship, normally went in for that herself.
So why did the thought of a roll in the hay with Talon followed by a kiss goodbye leave her cold?
She busied herself with the coffee maker while Talon prowled around the small kitchen, taking up far too much space and making it impossible for her to pretend he wasn’t there and get her head straight.
And her heart.
She blamed it for her sudden desire to have more than a one night stand with a hot guy.
“Milk, Tony?” She poured two mugs of coffee.
He froze with his head in the refrigerator, withdrew and slowly turned towards her, the scowl back in place.
His deep voice rolled through the room, curled around her and did wicked things to her body.
“Talon,” he said with determination, with a hard edge that was both a demand and a command, one that thrilled her as she imagined him ordering her around in the bedroom in that same voice. “Talon. Say it.”
A sudden onset of nerves swept through her as she looked into his hard amber eyes, looked at him for all that he was, and realised that if she said his name, the flimsy barrier she had tried to construct between them by avoiding using it would fall.
Leaving her exposed.
He straightened to his full height, towering over her, at least the same height as Kyter’s six-five. Talon was broader though, heavy with muscle, cutting an imposing figure as he stared her down, silently demanding she do as he wanted.
“Tiger,” she blurted and went to face the coffee mugs again.
Talon moved in a blur of speed, suddenly pressed right against her, and had her cheek in his palm again, bringing her head back around to face his.
“Talon.” His tone could have made diamonds it was so hard, so sharp and pressing.
She swallowed hard, trembling from head to toe as she drowned in his amber eyes, watching the gold shimmering among the amber.
Her mouth turned dry.
She swept her tongue across her lips to wet them.
His gaze fell there, grew hungry and heated, and turned the fire up inside her.
“Talon,” she whispered.
His eyes shot to hers.
His throat worked on a hard swallow.
“Dear gods,” he muttered and just as quickly as he had closed the distance between them, he opened it up again, disappearing into the living room.
She stared at where he had been, reeling from the suddenness of his disappearance, and how shocked he had sounded. How pained.
What the ever living fuck?
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Catherine Brodie has a happy life in Brighton, she has friends, a secret boyfriend and almost at the end of her law degree.
However, everything changes when she reaches her twentieth birthday.
She tells a white lie to get out of a family dinner to celebrate her birthday and sneaks off to a party. The repercussions upend her secure and stable life. Two weeks later, she attends the funeral of her brother and parents. Each birthday following sends Catherine into turmoil with more heartache and misery. There are those that wish her harm.
Alexander Devlin was there the night of her birthday and by coincidence, he crosses paths with her every year. Catherine dismisses the coincidence, but her best friend Tara Adkins is convinced fate is throwing them together.
The first novel of a new quartet that tells the story of Catherine Brodie and her struggle to come to terms with what she did that had far-reaching consequences. It is an epic tale of love, passion, and revenge.
Devastated with her loss, Catherine carves out a new life and starting her own business. The group of friends she picks up along the way helps her hide from those who wish her harm. It doesn’t take long for her harasser to find her and make her life a misery once more.
The question is, will Alexander Devlin be there in time to save her?
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From a massive yacht’s bow, the ocean’s deep waters call…
Jennifer Warren answers with a thrust of her bruised legs, one by one, over the metal bars to freedom.
The thick hand in her hair yanks her back to hell…
Despite the glowing reputation of the businessman who constantly visits the department, provides his fortune to fundraisers and charities, and displays a loving concern for the well-being of his wife and children, Newport Rhode Island Detective Stephen Bennett trusts his gut
And the word of the man’s new neighbors…
The man is a killer…
*This is the full story of the August to Life (Book 1) prelude*
The blast of cold water wretched the boy awake to his hands bound behind his back. Black and blue eyes stared hard at a carpeted floor, waiting for the man; the last thing—the last face—he remembered during a visit to his grandmother’s grave before everything had gone black.
How long ago?
He looked up and scanned the rundown, soiled shack of a room and wished for the comforting arms of his grandmother.
But they were nowhere to be found.
The man was.
Tears filled the swollen slits of the boy’s eyes.
“Quit crying like a pussy,” the man demanded, hefting a gun from his jacket pocket and raising it to the boy’s temple, and fired a single bullet. “Die like a man.”
Teenaged Robert Ellis was a loner by nature.
The fifteen-year-old had a habit of cutting class and running away.
Even in the months he’d spent with Newport Police Department thus far, Detective Stephen Bennett knew it. He’d first gotten to know the kid when Robert, having hot-wired his father’s car, took a joyride with some friends. En route to the beach, the teenager hit the breaks too late and ran straight into the back of navy blue truck.
Car doors flew open and Robert’s friends hightailed it, leaving the young man to deal with the consequences—Bennett talking with his parents and arranging for him to work to pay off the damages to both cars—alone.
At least, Robert thought so until Bennett surprised him with the other half of the money needed to complete the debt. Since then, the two had been inseparable.
This morning though, a concerned call from Robert’s English teacher, an older Cambridge graduate who saw more potential in Robert than he did himself, came in on Bennett’s cell.
“I’m sorry to bother you like this, Detective, but you’re on Robert’s list of contacts,” the teacher, Mr. Donald Ipswich, said, panic lacing his British accent. “He may cut class, but never misses mine. Do you know where he could be?”
It took only a moment for Bennett to figure it out.
Prior to his adoption, Robert was the product of a selfish father and a self-center and dead mother. And, from what he’d found on her, the woman’s excessive drug habits and spoiled lifestyle had gotten her that way. Robert’s late grandmother was the sole biological family member who had truly cared for him.
“I know where he is,” Bennett reassured before thanking the teacher for his call, hanging up, and sprinting out of the department building.
Kicking the engine to life and leaving the lot for the road, he placed a quick call to Robert.
He glanced at his watch. The caretaker of the gravesite was due to arrive by now. He had to have seen him. Driving onward, Bennett called Robert again.
He still didn’t answer. That wasn’t like him.
Miles later, he turned a corner, drove a ways down the street, and parked his rig on the
graveyard’s blue gravel path. He got out and slammed the door in search of a tombstone bearing the name Eunice…Eunice…
Try as he might, he couldn’t remember her last name. Hustled through the grass and tombstones, he found the small house on the grounds. Once there, Bennett pounded on the front door. It groaned open. Gun ready, he eased inside; the floor creaking under his weight. Among the noise, a loud squish resonated. He looked down. Blood. Bennett followed the trail across the room.
There, he found Robert; the young man slumped over.
“Damn it,” Bennett called, placing his gun back in his holster, and running toward the body. “Bobby.”
He turned the teenaged boy to his back and spotted the blood-caked hole in his head. Unnecessarily, the detective touched two fingers to the side of the young man’s neck, feeling for a pulse he knew he wouldn’t find.
Tears blurred his eyes. He hated this part of the job. With a heavy breath, he straightened and slid the phone from his pocket, set to call the murder in. The .45 aimed at the back of his head stopped him cold. Slowly, Bennett’s hands went up in surrender.
“Turn…around,” a deep, shaken voice commanded. “Now!”
He obeyed, turning and coming face to face with a heavy, rugged man; sweat pouring down his face and through his gray and brown beard, stress evident in the shaking hand holding the weapon.
“I really didn’t want to do it, ya know,” the gunman choked out. “He was a good kid…but he wouldn’t…wouldn’t listen. I’m his dad. He should…he should have listened to me.”
“You’re his dad.”
“Kids should listen to their parents,” the gunman muttered in a rehearsed drone. “I told him…I told him to come with me. He wanted to go back to those people. He called them his family…I’m his family!”
But it was too late.
He watched, horrified, as Robert’s father pulled the trigger.
Luminoso Book #4 of The Luminara Series.
This is the ultimate love story. This is the most tragic love story.
Heart and soul.
Lexi’s tormentor and ghost of her past is back—with a vengeance. Michael Parks won’t stop until he lures the pretty little lamb to his merciless slaughter. He’s looking for justice and will show her no mercy in his twisted, brutal plan for revenge.
She can run and play house, but she can’t hide forever. Her fate is sealed, and Michael will ensure she suffers a tragic and horrific death.
Lexi will pay dearly for her sins.
When Lucca discovers Lexi’s stepbrother has skipped Australian parole and is in Scotland, taunting her and leaving signs, he impulsively takes Lexi and her mum Grace back to Tuscany.
Lucca vows to protect them both, taking extreme measures to ensure their safety while trying hard to provide a stable and positive life for them both.
They break. He breaks.
Between running his successful empire, Osurac Industries, and keeping everyone back home in Scotland safe until Michael has been apprehended, Lucca needs to love his dolcezza like never before—because she’s never needed him more than she does right now.
Recently discovering Lexi’s pregnant only makes Lucca more possessive and attentive, especially as Lexi doesn’t have the easiest pregnancy. He’ll go far and beyond to care for her, worship her, and make her happy. But life won’t be simple. Another unravelling twist in the plot will define their future. Forever.
Life in Lucca’s Tuscan farmhouse will be challenging, testing Lexi, Lucca, and Grace while Michael hides from the police and special forces.
Uncertainty. Paranoia. Unwanted stress.
Not only will their lives be threatened, but their private life will be compromised as the ruthless press digs into Lexi and Grace’s past. After a shocking scandal is leaked, creating a worldwide frenzy, Lucca and Lexi are exposed and under intense scrutiny.
Lucca will do whatever it takes to respect his girl’s privacy and safeguard her heart. Lucca thinks he knows what’s best for Lexi, but a new revelation ignites a fire inside her he can’t control.
Tragedy and a broken heart gives Lexi new strength and a brand-new backbone. She must take the reins. Knowing what she needs to do, and demanding his support, she pushes him to his limits.
In an explosive and heart-stopping turn of events, you will be shocked beyond belief.
Can Lucca keep Lexi safe?
Will she fight and face her demons, or surrender to the darkness once more?
Only Lucca’s lust, love, and light will give her strength, but is it enough?
You think you’ve read it all … you haven’t.
Meet the Author
SJ Molloy, British Author of ‘The Luminara Series’ was born in Edinburgh, Scotland. As a young child, her family moved and raised her in Lanarkshire, Scotland where she currently resides with her husband, two daughters and her energetic, hyperactive loving gun dog who is utterly spoiled.
When she is not writing or reading, spending time with family and friends or exercising and walking her dog, SJ loves all things practical and creative. Dancing, music, cooking, travelling, good food and wine and painting are her favourite past times along with laughter, lots and lots of laughter.
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A promise is a promise.
He always says the most positive things when I need to hear them. Lucca slides down the bed, kisses our tiny baby bump, and then places his cheek flat on my stomach while his fingers tenderly stroke my navel. My hands roam in his hair while my fingers twirl and entwine through his shaggy curls.
“Your mamma thinks she is the only one scared of being a parent. Well my little one, if Papa is honest, then so am I. I have never done this before either, and your mamma and I have a lot of learning to do together, so you need to be patient with us. I am sure your papa will get lots of things wrong. But Il mio piccolino, you need to know we both love you very much and we might make mistakes sometimes, but we love you unconditionally.”
He speaks very naturally to our small baby as if it’s already born; his hot breath whishing across my stomach causing sweet ripples deep inside me. It’s so lovable, honest, and cute that my heart almost jolts with a fast deep thud.
“To the moon and back,” I whisper with a smile repeating the words that my grandpa always says to me.
“To the moon and back,” he repeats.
“We both love you and cannot wait to meet you, but we are both scared Il mio piccolino. You need to be a good bambino for papa and let Mamma rest because she is feeling sick just now and I need to make sure Mamma feels better.” He places a lasting kiss on my tummy before sliding up the bed, leaning over me and taking my face in his hands.
Could I love this man anymore?
His words have touched me in a way that melts my heart and steals my breath. I never thought in a million years that Lucca would be nervous about being a parent. He has always appeared confident, assured, and he’s great with his nieces and nephews. Family is very important to him because he has such a big family of his own and I assumed because he’s been around kids that he knows what he’s doing. It’s refreshing to know he also questions his parenting skills to some extent. It eases some of my uncertainties to know it’s not just me who has doubts.
“You’re so sweet, Romeo. I love you. That was a really nice thing to say. I never thought you were even remotely nervous about being a daddy. I always thought because you wanted kids so badly that you would know what you’re doing and just take it in your stride,” I say stroking his shoulder and arm before kissing his shoulder.
“Si, I do want kids badly with you and I am looking forward to our next chapter together, but I also have my own worries and doubts about being a papa. I think most men do and do not like to admit it. My worries will be slightly different to yours because you are still feeling sick and you have emotional and hormonal things to consider, but I worry just the same. Please know you are doing a wonderful job of looking after our child and I know you question that, but trust me, you are doing just great.” He lies down on his side and wraps his arm around me, attentively stroking my hair.
“Thank you. I um … I just worry that my anxiety might cause the baby distress. I do think my worries would outnumber yours, Lucca, but it is kind of you to try and make me feel better. It’s different for a mother, it’s not just the pregnancy, it is everything that comes with pregnancy and afterwards, and this is me we are talking about,” I say blithely wrinkling my nose then chew the inside of my cheek. I really want to say, “this is me – a nervous broken mess of a woman.”
Blurb: You can’t hide from love … or revenge.
Dodge Loving wants revenge … and he’s about to get it. On the cusp of closing a multi-billion-dollar luxury resort deal, Dodge can’t afford for anything go wrong. But then a fiery redhead shows up, the paparazzi hot on her trail, and throws his world into chaos. He has to get rid of her. Immediately.
Harper Conner just wants to be left alone, but after slapping her cheating senator ex-husband during a televised press conference, she’s a hot commodity. The ultra-exclusive resort in Wyoming seems like the ideal place to hide—and work—so there’s no way she’s letting the Type-A jerk who runs the place fire her.
Despite the animosity sparking between them, Dodge and Harper can’t keep their hands to themselves. This thing between them can’t happen. It won’t. But his mother has other ideas … and she’s willing to do whatever it takes to make sure Harper and Dodge fall in love.
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Avery Flynn has three slightly-wild children, loves a hockey-addicted husband and is desperately hoping someone invents the coffee IV drip.
She fell in love with romance while reading Johanna Lindsey’s Mallory books. It wasn’t long before Avery had read through all the romance offerings at her local library. Needing a romance fix, she turned to Harlequin’s four books a month home delivery service to ease the withdrawal symptoms. That worked for a short time, but it wasn’t long before the local book stores’ staffs knew her by name.
Avery was a reader before she was a writer and hopes to always be both. She loves to write about smartass alpha heroes who are as good with a quip as they are with their *ahem* other God-given talents. Her heroines are feisty, fierce and fantastic. Brainy and brave, these ladies know how to stand on their own two feet and knock the bad guys off theirs.
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If Harper Conner couldn’t hide from the world in a library in the middle of nowhere in Wyoming and figure out how to become a new and improved version of herself, then she needed to hand in her ninja card—and she wasn’t about to do that any time soon, at least not until the ink dried on her newly signed divorce papers.
So she’d work, plot, and plan in the library. Cataloging and authenticating the more than two hundred books in The Retreat’s cowboy library could take a ton of time, but she’d only been hired for two weeks. It wasn’t as long an escape as she wanted, but it still allowed plenty of time for the world to forget what a naive idiot she’d been, so when she went back to Washington they’d see her as the tougher, ballsier version she’d become. Not that everyone would accept the new her, which she knew from the near daily reminders from her mother, who never met a blatant spousal infidelity she could ignore.
But alone with the musty scent of old books and the light filtering in from the floor-to-ceiling windows at The Retreat’s library, Harper could escape and plan her transformation. Books had always been her safe haven, and the job offer from May Loving couldn’t have come at a better time. She settled into her chair, several tall stacks of books hiding her from view, and she eased open a small leather-bound journal. The writing was faded and cramped with a few girlish curlicues that gave away the writer’s gender, if not her devilish nature.
Belle Starr had earned her nickname The Bandit Queen. She’d rustled cattle, stolen horses, and bootlegged whiskey on the western frontier, thumbing her nose at authority for years before dying in an ambush, killed by her own doublebarreled shotgun.
“Ain’t life a bitch?” she muttered to herself.
“You have no idea,” a male voice said from the other side of the stacks.
Harper’s surprised yelp bounced off the high ceiling, and her heart slammed against her ribcage as she jumped up from her chair. A man stood just inside the library’s door. Tall—at least six-foot-four—he had warm brown skin, thick muscles, a movie star face and moss green eyes that sent a jolt of electricity beaming straight down to the center of her cherry red panties. He’d scared the bejesus out of her, but that didn’t account for the awareness keeping her feet nailed to the ground. Sweaty, in running clothes, and more than a little bit pissed off, he had an aura of power and danger that twisted girls up and left them begging for more. Harper inhaled a shaky breath. She might need to sit down.
“I’m Dodge Loving.” He stalked forward, all business. “Are you Harper Conner?”
That name sounded vaguely familiar. Because it’s your name, Harp. Pull it together. “Yes.”
He hesitated, seemingly searching for words on the wide hardwood planks that made up the floor, before raising his head and straightening his spine. “You’re fired.”
“What!” Her knees gave out, and she plopped down into the chair. Thank God she had plenty of padding on her ass, or the force of her crash landing might have broken her tailbone.
“You’re on the first flight out tomorrow. We’ll arrange for a car to take you there right away.” He peeked over her book wall. “How quickly can you be packed?”
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*** Mature Content; Strong Language; Strong Sexual Content***
“Life is like an easy little lick, a signature flourish of my drumsticks to make a song my own. Something I can do in my sleep. Effortless and smooth. No drama… until I met her.”
Cody Driscoll cruises through life with a constant, steady beat. Mechanic by day, he’s the drummer for the Bangin’ Mofos at the Copperline Bar by night. Tearing it up on the drums provides an outlet, a release that soothes the stress of the world around him.
But when the withdrawn and reticent Ilsa starts working at the Copperline, Cody catches a glimpse of something nobody else seems to see – a beautiful, tenuous heart. Someone to shelter and shield. Her loneliness strikes a chord that resonates through his soul, no matter how much she tries to push him away.
As her past comes to light, the promise of their love unravels. Cody realizes the extent of her tangled and tumultuous fear. Her secrets test his conscience, and he stumbles, unsure how to make sense of his stubborn honor in a world that isn’t always black and white.
The pulse of life can shift in the blink of an eye, and ugly fallout can bring a man to his knees. But can the lies that break him make him stronger?
“What’s wrong, Ils?” I asked after a while.
She sniffled and shook her head, pressing her face into my neck.
“What happened out there? You can tell me,” I urged.
But her fingers gripped me tighter. Her voice was barely audible, muffled and low.
“Will you just hold me for a minute?”
She asked me to hold her.
This was incredible… other than that she was in the midst of a full-blown panic episode and clutching me as though she was drowning. That part kind of sucked. A lot.
But I was holding her. She wanted me to hold her. She admitted that she wanted me to hold her.
So I did. I wrapped my arms around her, sheltered close to my heart, and her trembling began to ease.
One moment, I only wanted to comfort her… and then she shifted. Just a little.
The awareness of her pressed tightly against me began to bloom in my chest, opening like the roses in my mother’s garden. Layer by layer, like the petals curling back to reveal the sweet beauty of the blossom.
Her fingers, clenched ever-so-slightly against my ribs, flexed the tiniest bit, her nails scraping against the soft cotton of my T-shirt. Her breathing changed. The short, stilted inhalations took on a different sense, spectral wisps that caressed my skin. Almost simultaneously, we pulled back just a tiny bit, just enough to meet each other’s eyes.
“What happened?” I asked, intent on getting some kind of explanation out of her.
“He hit you,” she whispered, brushing my question aside with a shake of her head as she lifted her fingertips up to the swelling bruise by my eye. Sweet, but also avoiding my question.
“Better me than you, right?” I offered with a sad smile. “But what happened? What freaked you out so bad?”
Her watery eyes looked luminous in the dim light of the store room, and as she blinked, another tear broke free and trailed down her cheek. “I’m so sorry that he hit you.”
Still trying to put me off.
“Ils,” I murmured, “don’t. I’m fine. I’d do it again in a heartbeat, but seriously—”
“Why? Why did you do that?”
Oh for fuck’s sake… she wasn’t going to tell me shit. Not now anyway.
“You needed me.”
I fixated on the feral look in her eyes. She’d been hurt, but how? By who? She reminded me of a scared animal, as though any sudden movement would send her darting away.
Yet there was a sudden heat, a hunger that pushed through her trepidation. Maybe it was born of avoidance, something to distract me from asking her anything more. Hell if I knew what fueled that burn, but the air became heated and thick. Her cheeks tinged pink and her heart rate increased. Her breathing became choppy and the heat between us magnetically pulled me towards her.
I knew I was a fucker for doing it, for taking advantage of this moment, but I couldn’t seem to stop myself.
My fingers paused for only a moment as they sifted through her silky hair, cupping the back of her head. As they combed through the long, silky strands, her eyes rolled back and she leaned into me, drawn closer by the undeniable pull between us. My other hand slipped down to the small of her back and unconsciously coaxed her more firmly against me. The pull of lips seemed too strong—too natural—to resist.
“Fuck,” I groaned, lowering my head to kiss her.
I tentatively touched my lips to hers, brushing them lightly. As she leaned into me—as she cautiously kissed me back—my arms tightened around her. The tip of my tongue flicked out to taste her kiss, and she emitted a tiny moan that did crazy shit to my insides.
My lips teased and toyed with hers, and her movements became bolder. She began to press into me of her own volition. Her nails dug into my back in a rhythmic, wanting manner. Her hips flexed against my groin, and the hard-on I had going started raging. Burning. Aching.
My hand on her back moved lower, cupping her perfectly rounded ass, and my other dropped, tracing down her neck to brush along the side of her breast. My fingers skated down her ribs as her arms came up to my shoulders, wrapping around my neck. Like lightning in a dry storm, she seemed to ignite around me. Her gentle caresses left a scorching trail in their wake.
*** Mature Content; Strong Language; Sexual Content with m/f, m/f/m, and a taste of f/f/m***
“She was the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen. Pure class. Old money. I never stood a chance… until she broke up with her dickhead of a boyfriend and went off the rails.”
Brannon Forrester doesn’t expect much from life. He coasts through aimlessly. No real ties. Nothing to hold him back. Hanging out with his best friend, lead singer of a local bar band, he lives for pleasure, out of the spotlight but with all the excess of the band’s small-town fame. After all, why should he be good when the only woman he really wants will never give him the time of day?
Then, one night at an after party, Sophie Buchanan walks through the door. In an attempt to throw caution to the wind and dream out loud, she looks to him as a guide to the wild side. As someone who can show her all the excitement and recklessness her world has been missing. He plunges her into a reality of fervent passion… and heartbreaking betrayal.
Their roles have been set. He has only ever been a good time. She has only ever been a pretty face. It would be insane for them to fall in love. But when emotion complicates lust, can the caution of the mind suppress the will of the heart?
*** Mature Content; Strong Language; Sexual Content with m/f, m/f/m, and exhibitionism/voyeurism***
“She is the forbidden fruit. The one girl I want and the one I can never have. Never mind that I saw her first. That I met her first. That I wanted her first.”
Denny Byrne is Dublin-born, but found his life and his music in the Rocky Mountains. He arrived in Montana on a student visa where he met the rest of his band, the Bangin’ Mofos… and where he met Felicity Williams.
She was so very tempting, but just young enough to be untouchable. Their brief encounter tortured him for months, only to leave him bereft when a friend swooped in to claim her. But a traitorous envy consumed him. A hunger that never faded. An overwhelming ache that caused Denny to pull away just when his friend needed him the most.
After four years of denial, ‘Fliss’ is once again before him. In a moment of weakness, she relies on him in a way he’s always coveted, but never expected. Hardened by tragedy and wary of his assistance, she forces his hand, causing Denny’s control to slip.
Contrition and conscience have kept them apart for far too long. But when a simple agreement is eclipsed by an undeniable yearning, can he let go of the past and finally seize what has always really been his to take?
Sibylla Matilde grew up in the mountain valleys of Southwest Montana exploring the dusty Old West gold country on the back of a horse. She attended a two-room schoolhouse beginning in 1st grade & had the same teacher until she changed schools after 7th. Beginning at about age 12, Sibylla discovered historical romance, feeding off of work of Jude Deveraux & Lisa Kleypas. She loves a book that can make the reader run the gamut of emotions, from the sweet glow of new love to gut-wrenching heartache. She is a true romantic & always has stories floating around in her head, living in a fantasyland until she writes them down to free them.
Music is her emotional trigger. Growing up with a Wagnarian-loving mother, Sibylla was raised to treasure music that digs deep into the psyche, drawing out elation, sorrow, grief, desire. The soundtrack to her life includes many genres spanning centuries. She looooooooves Thirty Seconds to Mars (rather obsessively, actually… but, really, how can you NOT be crazy about this guy!? Jared Leto. Shhh. ) & pimps them out to all her friends through Spotify. She also delights in Met Opera HD broadcasts at her local movie theater & hopes (listening Met?) to someday see Diana Damrau reprise her role as Mozart’s Queen of the Night in Die Zauberflöte. Sibylla lives with her husband and hero who saved her from her own calamitous, young-adult self. He makes her laugh daily, even when things are tough. He’s proved to her that love really can heal a shattered soul. In 18 years, they have never had a fight, although argue regularly with their two teenage kids who have, unfortunately, inherited their father’s quick wit (unfortunate as it is a quick wit that Sibylla, herself, definitely does not possess – there is a reason she is a writer & not a stand-up comedian). They live a quiet life with their two weird little rescued Chiweenies. Wait… teenagers & little yap-dogs? OK, maybe not so quiet.
They now call me a Leviathan. A monster.
And maybe I am.
I know one soul who believes that with every part of his being.
If only he knew the truth.
If only I could make him see that I’m more than the surface of lies I spin. That I’m more than someone out for their own gain. I wish he could see—know who I was before all of this. The person I desperately cling on to that is still inside of me. The person I must protect.
One day I hope to hand him the key to the fortress that is my heart.
I just hope he doesn’t give up on Love and throw it all away…
I hate Love.
I’m looking at her.
There’s an innocence to her that she keeps carefully hidden.
But I see it.
Inside of her is someone that she has revealed to no one.
Not even me when I once thought we were in love.
Of course now I know that was all a farce but still, she hid that even from me.
But not now—now, I see more.
K Webster is the author of dozens romance books in many different genres including contemporary romance, historical romance, paranormal romance, and erotic romance. When not spending time with her husband of twelve years and two adorable children, she’s active on social media connecting with her readers.
Her other passions besides writing include reading and graphic design. K can always be found in front of her computer chasing her next idea and taking action. She looks forward to the day when she will see one of her titles on the big screen.