Cover Reveal – Midnight Blue by L.J. Shen

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Midnight Blue, an all-new sexy standalone from LJ Shen is coming January 21st!

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Midnight Blue

Author: LJ Shen

Release Date: January 21st

Designer: Letitia Hasser at RBA Designs.

Model: Nolan Zarlin

It should have been easy.

I needed the money. He needed a babysitter to keep him from snorting himself to death.

I was cherry-picked especially for him. Responsible. Optimistic. Warm. Innocent.

The worst part is that I should have known better.

Alex Winslow. British rock star. Serial heartbreaker. Casanova with whiskey eyes.

“Don’t get near the devil in a leather jacket. He’ll chew you up and spit you out.”

Sounds familiar? That’s because it was a headline in a tabloid the second time he got arrested.

Guess what? I didn’t listen.

I signed the contract.

World tour. Three months. Four Continents. One hundred shows.

My name is Indigo Bellamy, and I sold my soul to a tattooed god.

Problem was, my soul wasn’t enough for Alex Winslow. He ended up taking my body, too.

Then he took my heart.

Then he took my all.

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About LJ Shen:

L.J. Shen is an International #1 best-selling author of Contemporary Romance and New Adult novels. She lives in Northern California with her husband, young son and chubby cat.

Before she’d settled down, L.J. (who thinks referring to herself in the third person is really silly, by the way) traveled the world, and collected friends from all across the globe. Friends who’d be happy to report that she is a rubbish companion, always forgets peoples’ birthdays and never sends Christmas cards.

She enjoys the simple things in life, like spending time with her family and friends, reading, HBO, Netflix and internet-stalking Stephen James. She reads between three to five books a week and firmly believes Crocs shoes and mullets should be outlawed.

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Reign of Ash by Meg Anne

Author Bio:

Meg Anne has always had stories running on a loop in her head. They started off as daydreams about how the evil queen (aka Mom) had her slaving away doing chores; and more recently shifted into creating backgrounds about the people stuck beside her during rush hour. The stories have been there, they were just waiting for her to tell them. Like any true SoCal native, Meg enjoys staying inside curled up with a good book and her cat Henry… or maybe that’s just her; sunburns hurt! You can convince Meg to buy just about anything if it’s covered in glitter or rhinestones, or make her laugh by sharing your favorite bad joke. She also accepts bribes in the form of baked goods and Mexican food.

Book Blurb

“You will damn us all.”

Kiri Helena Solene thought her trial was over. She was wrong. Prophesied to be the strongest of her kind, Helena is still coming to terms with the depth of her power and what it means to rule.

Unfortunately, there’s little time to learn.

“Without the tether you will fracture.”

As her soul mate, Von is Helena’s balance. Too bad he’s missing. When he disappears, her tenuous hold on her magic begins to slip. Helena must find Von, and soon, or risk losing control completely.

If only she knew where to look.

“You have a choice before you.”

A malevolent force has risen; threatening the lives of Helena and those in her Circle. What they don’t realize is that without Von she will become the thing they most fear. How do you choose between the people you’ve vowed to protect and the one person you can’t live without? How do you choose when there’s no choice at all?

Reviews

Holy shit balls. What an epic adventure book 2 takes us on. Helena is struggling to find herself after the disappearance of Von. We follow her with her mission to find him again. But that ending… BOMB SHELL. Meg Anne you can ‘drop the mic’ right now. You’re a star. – Jenna Lee

If only there were more stars I would add more. This book was one of my most-anticipated books and I was not disappointed. One of my top authors of 2017 and by far one of my favourite authors ever, Meg Anne has hit point yet again with the second book of ‘The Chosen’ Series! The first book blew me away and made me fall in love with the author and her world, but the second just took it to the next level not to mention the insane ending! I just hope that we do not have to wait too long for the next installment! –R. Murray

Last year when I read Mother of Shadows I was in awe. A brand new author had written what was by far the best book written by an independent author, I had ever read and at least the best book I had read in 2017 period. Then just as the year came to a close, Meg Anne did it again with the second book in the Chosen Series, Reign of Ash. She drew me back into the world that she had created with vivid descriptions and cracking jokes. When I wasn’t laughing, I was crying. The plot was fast paced and the suspense was insane. I craved each new paragraph like a child wanting chocolate cake. Reign of Ash picks up where Mother of Shadows left off and takes us on a journey that at times feels soul destroying, as we witness the characters we’ve grown to love experience the worst of what Meg Anne’s world has to offer and the best. I can’t recommend this book enough. I can’t describe how much I love it. And I can’t explain how much I need to read book three. -Hanleigh Bradley Reviews

Book Excerpt

The figure in the center moved forward. Long skeletal fingers appeared from the bottom of its sleeves to lift the hood back to reveal its face. There was a startled gasp behind her, but it was the only sound in the entirety of the clearing. Even the animals had decided to make themselves scarce for this particular meeting. Helena couldn’t blame them. The Keepers were terrifying. There was no other word for the beings that stood before her. The other two followed the lead of the first and removed their hoods. She swallowed thickly, silently wishing they would put them back. Their faces were gaunt, hairless, and a white so pale, she could make out the pulsing of purple veins beneath the thin skin. Their eyes were pits of black and their mouths were stitched shut, thick black cords woven in a crisscrossing pattern along the length of them. The only distinguishing marks between them were the swirling tattoos that covered almost every visible inch of skin. The markings were a deep navy blue, but as Helena stared at them, they seemed to shift and move in a serpentine fashion. Without conscious thought, Helena decided the only way to get through this encounter was to brazen it out. “It would seem that Miranda got the looks in the family.” Behind her Kragen and Ronan snickered with appreciation, while she saw Timmins close his eyes in dismay. Miranda’s own lips curled in an approving smile. “Kiri, may I introduce you to the Triumvirate,” she said by way of introduction. “These are the oldest of the Keepers, those who have sworn their loyalty to the realm and have shaken off all vestiges of their past lives in order to lead and offer guidance without any of the bias of mortality.” “One could argue that it is mortality that allows for the most valuable of guidance,” Helena murmured. “Our Kiri is wise,” the voices hissed in her mind. It was hard to discern any type of emotion, but Helena could have sworn she sensed amusement. “You will have to forgive my ignorance,” Helena replied, “I had not realized the head of the Keepers would be gracing us with their presence.” “Nor had I, Kiri, or I would have better prepared you,” Miranda said drolly. There was a hint of censure in her voice, as though she was not pleased by the appearance of the Triumvirate. Book Excerpt

Book Excerpt The figure in the center tilted his head to the side as though examining her. “Perhaps it is us who should ask your forgiveness. We were merely curious to see whom the Vessel would be, after carrying the prophecy for so many years. We could not miss an opportunity to meet the woman who is responsible for the fate of the Chosen.” “No pressure,” Ronan muttered. Helena raised an eyebrow in response, “I hope that I have not disappointed you after such a long wait.” “You are more than we allowed ourselves to hope for,” the voices echoed. Helena shivered at their response, not feeling overly comforted despite the words. “Seeing as we are all aware of the prophecy how is it you think to help us?” Timmins asked. It was the most outright disrespectful she had ever heard her Advisor and Helena turned towards him in surprise. The Keepers’ faces turned towards him in unison. “You know of the Mother of Shadows, of what will befall the Chosen if the Vessel becomes corrupted, but you know nothing of the Corruptor. Nor what it will take to defeat her. We merely offer information… and a choice.” “A choice?” Helena repeated, her eyes snapping to the central figure. There was a slight dip of its head, “There is always a choice, Kiri.” “Convenient,” she bit out, her stomach twisting inside of her. “Our words will be for you alone, Kiri, if you wish to hear them.” Helena swallowed back her fear and stepped towards them, “Very well.” As she spoke, all three lifted their hands towards her. “Helena!” Darrin cried out in warning. “Kiri!” the others’ voices echoed, the whistle of blades being drawn sounding behind her. The black pits where their eyes used to be began to glow scarlet. Helena could not look away, drawn to what she saw within the fiery depths. As one, the Triumvirate touched her. Helena heard someone scream and had the distant thought that it might be her. There wasn’t enough time for her to consider the notion further because she was already falling.

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Cover Reveal: Consequence by Rachel Higginson

Consequence Releasing February 27th:

Five years ago, I escaped a dangerous life I had always wanted to leave. I got away. I found freedom. But it cost me the love of my life.

For five years I lived in hiding, protecting my most valuable secret while Sayer Wesley sat in prison paying for both our sins. I promised to love him forever. I promised to never leave him.

I broke my promises.

Five months ago Sayer found me.

Five weeks ago, I was forced to face my past.

Five days ago, someone took my daughter. They kidnapped her in order to make Sayer and me suffer. I will do anything to get her back. Even if that means coming clean to Sayer, letting him into my life and introducing him to our daughter.

All I wanted was to protect her from this life and now she’s right in the middle of the chaos. Sayer is the only one that can help me. He’s the only one that can get her back.

But it might mean losing him again.

Fifteen years ago, I fell in love with Sayer Wesley. Now I must pay the consequences for falling in love with a con man.

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Chapter One

Sayer

Fifteen Years Ago

Doubt niggled in my gut, forcing me to question my choices. I hated it. I hated the greasy feeling sloshing around in the pit of my stomach. Halting hesitation stilted my limbs and slowed my footsteps.

The door in front of me seemed to stretch to the dark sky overhead. The damp, ivy covered walls seemed to close in on me, trapping me in a prison I wasn’t ready to face yet.

Letting out a slow, measured breath I balled my hands into fists and reminded myself that this was my only option for survival. I’d made my bed and now I had to live in it.

For however long my life lasted.

Wrapping my knuckles against the back entrance to a Russian-run bar in the middle of downtown DC, I swallowed the lump of fear and my uncertainty. The gritty taste in my mouth remained.

“What?” a gigantic tank of a man asked when the metal door creaked open.

The opened door let out a gust of warm air that smelled like booze and sweat. It reminded me of my old man and I had to plant my feet to restrain myself from involuntarily bolting.

“I want to see the bosses,” I declared boldly.

The ogre’s mouth split into a scary smile, revealing rows of gold teeth and a fat, gray tongue. My request was amusing enough that he didn’t bother playing games with me. I obviously wasn’t an FBI informant or slimy CI. I wasn’t wearing a wire. He knew exactly where I came from—the gutter.

He clicked his tongue between his teeth and lips. “And what does a street rat like you want with the pakhan?”

His thick accent made it hard for me to understand him, but I got the gist of what he asked. “I have information,” I told him and then quickly added. “Important information.”

His smile disappeared. “Yeah? How about you tell it to me and I’ll relay the message.”

I shook my head. No fucking way. I give this guy the goods, I’ll never get another chance to get inside. This had to come from me. And it had to go straight to the top. “I tell the bosses. Nobody else.”

He spat a string of curses in a foreign language I assumed was Russian. “I’m not playing games, shithead. And you’re not getting inside. Give me the fucking information or get lost.” When I hesitated, he added, “You have three seconds.”

“It’s about the Irish,” I blurted, desperate to have him hear me out. “And a huge fucking shipment of guns.” I rubbed my tongue on the roof of the mouth. The curse word felt funny on my tongue. Up until six months ago, I wouldn’t have used it out of respect for my mom. But since I’d been living on the streets, I’d learned there were certain kinds of people in the world who only responded to a specific way of talking. If I wanted to be taken seriously I needed to get comfortable with their language.

Besides it wasn’t like I was sheltered or some shit. Thirteen years of living with my dad had taught me how to survive on the streets—I could survive the Russian mob or the fucking epicenter of hell.

The meathead’s curiosity had been piqued. “And what does a piece of scum like you know about the fucking Irish?”

I craned my neck to rub my cheek against my bony shoulder. “I know that I’ve been working with them for two months. I know that they’re expecting a container next month. I know that the guns that were supposed to be on it were delayed because their customs officer was arrested and so they were put on a separate, smaller ship, making them arrive two weeks ahead of time. I know that if you know the right place they’re coming in at you could beat the Irish and grab them for yourselves.”

His jaw ticked, revealing confusion and anger. “And how the fuck do you know that?”

“Because I know it. Now are you going to let me in to talk to the bosses? Or am I going to have to take this information to the Italians?”

“Fucking Italians.” He pursed his lips and spit. I flexed my entire body and held perfectly still. I couldn’t let this guy see me flinch. He was just the gatekeeper, but if I cringed in front of him he wouldn’t take me seriously and I’d lose my one shot at getting inside.

I was tough and I’d prove it here and now.

Caroline’s voice drifted through my head, bolstering my courage, boosting my adrenaline. “Make them realize you’re valuable.”  She’d offered the advice like a last-minute question. She’d wanted to save me from the streets. She’d wanted to rescue me from the assholes that had hired me. But she’d done something better instead.

She’d given me something to live for—seeing her again.

“How do you know any of that?” the bouncer demanded. “How do I know you’re not a little spy sent by someone else? The Irish could have sent you. The Italians could have sent you. The goddamn cops could be messing with us.”

“How about you let the bosses decide that? Pretty sure those questions are above your pay grade.”

I expected him to punch me in the face, but he threw his head back and laughed instead. “How old are you, kid?”

I had no reason to lie. Although I probably should have anyway. “Thirteen.”

“Fucking balls for a kid of thirteen.”

I shrugged. “Are you going to let me in or what?”

“Fuck it,” he grumbled, but pushed the door open so I could walk inside.

Repressing the relieved smile playing at the corners of my mouth, I inhaled the sticky sweet stench of the bar and tried not to gag. God, I had hated places like this. I hated the loud mouth men yelling at each other from across the room. I hated the pounding music that never ended. I hated the women that worked here, that dressed in as little as possible and let the drunk ass men put their hands all over them.

This bar was too close to home. And it took everything in me not to bolt. I wanted to run away from this place like I wanted to run from my past. I wanted to head back to the mission house that had given me a hot chocolate and offered a warm bed to sleep in.

Bile rose up in my throat and I banished the manipulative thoughts before they could take root. That idyllic dream would lead one place—to child services. And they would just send me back to foster care.

There was only one thing on this godforsaken planet worse than my old man and that was foster care.

Fuck that.

I’d take the Russians before I’d ever let them send me back.

Hell, I’d even stay with the Irish before I let that happen.

I followed the goon through the bar and toward a darkened staircase. Everyone we passed sent curious looks my way, but my new friend didn’t offer any explanations. I appreciated his discretion, even if he was trying to keep the number of witnesses to a minimum.

At the top of the stairs, we took the single hallway to the farthest closed door. I ignored the sounds coming from the other rooms as we walked by and the occasional screams of both pleasure and pain.

Eyes wide open, I reminded myself. I was stepping into this world fully aware of what I was getting into. I was choosing a life of crime, of immorality… of sin. This was my life, and for the first time ever, I was deciding how I wanted to live it.

My guide pounded his meaty fist against the door until someone on the other side called out a terse, “Come in.”

The door opened and the goon shoved me through it. “This kid says he can get us the next shipment of Irish guns. Says he wants to trade something for it.”

I hadn’t said that. A wave of gratitude washed through me for this nameless stranger. I knew enough about the world that I could recognize this for what it was—a future favor I would be expected to make right. I was grateful enough to be okay with owing this guy one.

The cool, calculated gazes of three well-dressed men turned to me. The bosses. I had never seen them in person before, but it was obvious who they were. The entire room was practically bowed in their presence.

I’d overheard the Irish talk about them enough to know there were three of them and they were brothers. Dymetrus was the muscle in the family. He controlled the enforcers and handled the punishments. Aleksander—the brains. He made the money decisions and ran the businesses. And Roman—the boss of bosses. He was the face of the family, the oldest brother and the end all be all of the Russian mafia in this city.

It was Roman I would have to convince.

It was Roman I would have to survive.

And there he sat, directly across the room from me, at the head of the table, his brothers to both sides of him, his closest men in chairs bordering the large room. He was dark-haired and slick-looking, like oil personified. He was groomed to perfection and his tailored suit was worth more than my life.

I hated him immediately.

He had everything I wanted and didn’t have. Money, power, security, a place to sleep. Something settled inside me, dropping to my gut like the first stone of a new building, the one the rest of the foundation would be built on. Or the seed of a mighty oak that took root and began the arduous task of growing, developing, of becoming something bigger, better and more permanent than what it was.

I decided right then and there that I wanted everything Roman had. Not just the money and the clothes and the material possessions—I wanted the job too. I wanted the power. I wanted his empire.

And today was the first step to getting it.

“Speak, child,” he ordered, his voice heavy with Russian influence. “Tell us your tale.”

His black eyes glinted in the low light, sparking with curiosity and mystery. I held his gaze and ignored the buzzing of nerves threatening to make me puke. “I did a job for you two months ago. It was an electronics store. I climbed up a wall and turned off security cameras, then hid in a space between two walls and jumped the driver of a delivery truck when he stepped out of the cab.”

Roman’s head tilted to the side. “I thought you were going to tell me about where I can find Irish guns.”

“I want a job,” I told him evenly. “If I tell you about the guns, I want to work for you.”

“It sounds as though you’re already working for me,” Roman countered. “And the Irish. And who knows who else.”

I shook my head, realizing I needed to slow down. “I don’t want to be a six. I want to be one of you.” I jerked my chin toward the bouncer. “I want to be bratva.”

Roman’s eyes narrowed. “You’re a child.”

“I’m about to help you take out the Irish,” I reminded him.

“What did the Irish do to make you hate them so much?” his brother asked. By his trimmed beard and glasses, I pegged him as Aleksander, but I couldn’t be sure. “Why are you here tattling on them as though we are your mother and they have picked on you at school?”

I shook my head again. They weren’t getting it. “I never wanted to be Irish,” I explained. “Since the job two months ago, I’ve only wanted to be Russian.”

“Then you should have stayed working for us,” Roman sighed. “Now we can’t trust you. Now we assume you are an Irish spy and we should send you back to them with your tail between your legs.”

“Or in a body bag,” Dymetrus murmured.

Heat rushed to my brain and I felt my face turn red. “I’m not a spy. I went to the Irish in order to find you something to take them out. That’s all. I never wanted to work for them.”

The three brothers stared at me. “Did someone tell you to do that?” Roman asked. He turned to his other brother. “Who was in charge of that job? Who would give advice of that nature to this… child?”

Dymetrus snorted. “Leon Valero ran point as I remember. We needed his daughter on the inside. He didn’t do a half bad job of it, but Leon’s not kind enough to recruit a kid.”

Daughter. I wondered if they meant Caroline. I filed that information away. “It wasn’t Leon,” I interrupted and tensed for their response. “It’s not important who told me what to do. Besides they didn’t say specifically to get work from the Irish, just that I needed to do something to prove my worth in order to stay. I want to stay, so I did something to prove my worth. That’s all. I’m not an Irish spy. They probably won’t even notice I’m gone. I was just a six for them. A six that happened to be in the right place at the right time.”

“What is your name?” Roman asked when I expected him to demand more information.

Nerves pinged through me again, my stomach tightening into a twisted ball. “Sayer.” I cleared my throat. “Sayer Wesley.”

Roman sat back in his chair. “How do I know that name?” He turned to his brother again. “Why is that name familiar.”

“His father was a cop,” Aleksander offered. “He’s dead now.”

Recognition flashed in Roman’s eyes. “Suicide.”

I scanned the room for the closest trash can, convinced I was going to puke. Thankfully, I hadn’t eaten anything today so there was nothing in my stomach. I managed to nod.

Roman shared a look with his brothers before turning his black eyes back to me. “It’s time you told us everything, Sayer Wesley. Starting with how a dead cop’s kid ends up trying to defect from the family his own dear dad used to work for.”

“My dad might’ve been Irish, but I hated him. I want nothing to do with his family. I want nothing to do with the Irish.” I spit the words out as promises. Anger bubbled beneath my skin, fury ready to be unleashed in my fisted hands.

“You say that here,” Roman countered calmly. “But what about to them? Maybe you say the same things about the Russians to them. Surely they expect you to carry on his legacy. Surely they expect another dirty cop? Or at the very least a loyal soldier.”

I ground my teeth together. “Then this will set them right.”

Something in my tone or in my eyes must have finally convinced them I was telling the truth. Roman sat back in his chair and folded his arms over his chest. “And how can we trust someone one that hates his father so much? Family means something to us.”

“Family means something to me too. I just want to be able to choose who my family is. I want to decide who I call brother and who I swear my life to. The Irish don’t get that honor. My fucking dad didn’t get that honor.”

“And you think the guns are enough?” Roman asked still calm and unruffled. “You think one ship full of guns is enough to turn your Irish blood Russian?”

I struggled to swallow past the baseball-sized lump in my throat. “Yes.”

“You’re wrong,” Roman said with a small, amused smile. “But it’s a start.”

His words were a fatal blow, a crushing disappointment that felt like total destruction. I hadn’t realized how much I had hoped that this would be easy or how desperately I needed them to give me what I wanted. I had nowhere else to go. I had no backup plan. I had no other options. “A-a start?”

“Who told you that you needed to prove yourself to become bratva?” Roman demanded in a tone I knew better than to argue with.

“A girl,” I confessed quickly.

The brothers shared another look. “Did this girl have a name?” Aleksander asked.

I licked dry lips and contemplated how to answer. “There were two girls there. It was the one with short hair.” I felt proud of myself for not giving away her name. If the Russians were like the Irish, they had a dozen or so nameless street kids working for them. The bosses wouldn’t know who they were. And I wouldn’t be expected to remember one of them after meeting them only once.

Only I did remember her. I remembered everything about her.

The brothers lapsed into Russian, their expressions growing stern and serious. They seemed to be arguing about something, gesturing toward me and the window behind them. And then they said her name. Caroline Valero. And I knew I’d turned her in.

Shit.

I swallowed and tried to pick up the repeated phrases or words so I could go to the library tomorrow and look them up, but it was impossible to understand them. I didn’t know any Russian and they were speaking way too fast for me to memorize anything substantial.

Roman had the last say and the other brothers closed their mouths, even though they didn’t look happy about it. He turned his gaze back to me once more and looked more sinister than ever. I couldn’t pinpoint it for a second, but I realized he reminded me of a cartoon cat with a mouse dangling from his fingertips. He had something he wanted.

And I was just now realizing that something was me.

“I want you to tell me about the guns, Sayer Wesley. If your information proves to be accurate and if my men are able to procure the weapons, I will in fact allow you to become bratva. Not a six, like you’ve suggested, but a brother. We will blood you so that you will no longer be Irish, but Russian. We will tattoo you so that everyone in this city knows who you belong to, so your ties with the Irish mob will forever be severed. And we will treat you as one of us. We will give you a place to live and you will work for us for the rest of your life. Is that what you want?”

The promise was too much to resist. My voice shook with dangerous hope as I answered, “That is what I want.”

“Then there will be one more task for you to complete. If you can give us the Irish and we make you bratva, then you must do one more thing.”

Reality sliced through me and I realized I had walked into the spider’s web. Willingly. It was one thing to become Russian. It was another thing entirely to owe them a favor.

“What thing?”

Roman hesitated long enough that I thought he might not tell me, that he might make me wait until after I was bratva to demand his pound of flesh. At last he said, “You must give us Caroline Valero.”

My heart kicked at my chest and I pushed up onto the balls of my feet, readying to run. “What do you mean?”

“I want her,” Roman explained. Before I could fly across the table and murder him, he added. “In the brotherhood. She has a… special set of skills I only see improving. I want to own her talent. I want her to be bratva.”

“She’s already a six—”

“She works begrudgingly to help her father,” Roman explained. “She has no intentions of getting marked. My niece tells me she has plans to go to college and leave the life completely.” His nose wrinkled in distaste. “Not only do I refuse to lose her talent, she has a certain influence over my niece that I will not abide. She must be bratva. Do you understand?”

From the second I saw Caroline, I knew she was different. This information didn’t surprise me at all. She didn’t look Russian. And she didn’t look like she belonged in that back alley. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen and if she hadn’t talked to me, I wouldn’t have believed she was real. Of course she wanted to go to college. She didn’t belong with these lowlifes. She didn’t belong to this world. “You want me to convince her to not go to college?”

Roman stretched his neck impatiently. “I want you to give her a reason to stay. A reason she cannot leave.”

I shook my head. “I don’t follow.”

Roman said what sounded like a curse word in Russian and leaned forward, stretching his folded hands in front of him on the sleek table. “I want you to give me a reason to make her bratva. I want you to prove you belong here by securing her future with me.”

My heart pounded and adrenaline rushed through me as I realized what I was being asked. There were two ways to enter a life like this one. The first was to walk willingly into it. Like I was trying to do. The second was to do something that trapped you inside—usually a sin of some kind, a bargain with the devil that could not be broken. They were asking me to give them an opportunity to trap Caroline in the bratva.

“How much time do I have?” I asked, my tongue heavy and stiff in my mouth.

“You have until she tries to leave,” Roman answered, his lips twisting with a small smile. “She will work for us as long as she lives here and her father is working for our organization. I need her choice to be taken away from her. I need her loyalty. You have until she graduates high school. But sooner would be preferable.”

The tumultuous feelings inside of me started to become clearer. I realized I wasn’t afraid nor was I upset on her behalf. I was excited. Thrilled. Happy.

It turned out that Roman and I wanted the same thing—Caroline Valero. His task was in complete alignment with what I had set out to do.

“Your price is Caroline Valero?” I asked when I started to doubt what I’d heard. Could I want this so badly I had just imagined it?

“Make her mine,” Roman ordered. “And you will always belong to this brotherhood.”

“Okay,” I told him knowing that it was a lie. Knowing that Caroline would never be his. But I would do what he asked to make her mine. I would figure out how to make her bratva not so she wouldn’t leave the Russians, but so she wouldn’t leave me.

I spent the rest of the night explaining the shipment of guns I knew was on the way. I gave all the details of how many men would be there to pick it up and exactly where the guns would go. I showed them the fax for the port details and what time they could expect the ship to dock. After they had everything they needed, they called the bookkeeper over and arranged a place for me to stay. And then sent me home with him.

He gave me a place to stay, a shower, a hot meal and a bed to sleep in. I fell asleep knowing my future was secure, knowing my place in the brotherhood was as good as finalized, knowing I would get Roman everything he asked, because it was everything I wanted.

I would do anything to make Caroline Valero mine. Even if that meant making her bratva with me.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Rachel Higginson is the author of The Five Stages of Falling in Love, Every Wrong Reason, The Star-Crossed Series, Love & Decay Novella Series and much more! She was born and raised in Nebraska, and spent her college years traveling the world. She fell in love with Eastern Europe, Paris, Indian Food and the beautiful beaches of Sri Lanka, but came back home to marry her high school sweetheart. Now she spends her days writing stories and raising five amazing kids.

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Review: The Eternity Road – Lana Melyan.

This cover is gorgeous, that’s the first thing that caught my eye. Second thing was the blurb. Vampires, werewolves and the paranormal, my favourite genre to date. It intrigued me in a way I knew I had to have a read.

The pro’s – Loved the vampire element, vampires being my favourite paranormal, good or bad. They’re just sinful and I love that. The concept was fab, I loved the whole different take on this. Hunters hell bent on depleting the vampire/werewolf species. It was very actiony and had enough suspense to keep me interested.

The cons – I didn’t enjoy the past and present element. Really kept getting distracted. Had to put the book down several times and each time I picked it up was with a sigh. Now I am aware that the past/present thing is needed, it’s pivotal, but for me it was more of a distraction. Also the third person style just didn’t seem to sit well with me, no idea why, my issue not the books I don’t think I just didn’t like it.

Overall though an intriguing read. I’ll definitely look for more by this author.

Cover Reveal: Team Player

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Eleven authors. Eleven Novellas. This is one thick . . . book.

Christmas just became a whole lot merrier…


TEAM PLAYER, A Christmas Anthology featuring titles by LJ Shen, Kennedy Ryan, Adriana Locke, Mandi Beck, Emma Scott, Charleigh Rose, Ella Fox, Sara Ney, Meghan Quinn, Kate Stewart and Rochelle Paige releases December 14th!

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Publication Date: December 14th, 2017
Genre: Contemporary/Sports Romance

Cover Designer: Designer: Letitia Hasser, RBA Designs

Add to GoodReads: http://bit.ly/2iVSpFWMeet the authors:

LJ Shen

L.J. Shen is an International #1 best-selling author of Contemporary Romance and New Adult novels. She lives in Northern California with her husband, young son and chubby cat.

Before she’d settled down, L.J. (who thinks referring to herself in the third person is really silly, by the way) traveled the world, and collected friends from all across the globe. Friends who’d be happy to report that she is a rubbish companion, always forgets peoples’ birthdays and never sends Christmas cards.

She enjoys the simple things in life, like spending time with her family and friends, reading, HBO, Netflix and internet-stalking Stephen James. She reads between three to five books a week and firmly believes Crocs shoes and mullets should be outlawed.

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Kennedy Ryan:

Kennedy Ryan is a Southern girl gone Southern California. A Top 100 Amazon Bestseller, Kennedy writes romance about remarkable women who find a way to thrive even in tough times, the love they find, and the men who cherish them.

She is a wife to her lifetime lover and mother to an extraordinary son. She has always leveraged her journalism background to write for charity and non-profit organizations, but enjoys writing to raise Autism awareness most. A contributor for Modern Mom Magazine, Kennedy’s writings have appeared in Chicken Soup for the Soul, USA Today and many others. The founder and executive director of a foundation serving Georgia families living with Autism, Kennedy has appeared on Headline News, Montel Williams, NPR and other outlets as a voice for families living with autism.

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Adriana Locke:

A contemporary romance author running on coffee and sticky kisses from my rowdy four little boys.

From Indiana, I’m a true Mid-Westerner. Life, for me, is about family, faith, and food. When I’m not running my kiddos around or having a lunch date of fajitas with my husband (and high school sweetheart), you can find me outside. I love a good sunny day almost as much as I love candy, random quotes, and steamy bad boys in fantastic books.

I’m on nearly every social media platform. Please find me on the ones you frequent – I love chatting with readers.

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Mandi Beck:

Mandi Beck has been an avid reader all of her life. A deep love for books always had her jotting down little stories on napkins, notebooks, and her hand. As an adult she was further submerged into the book world through book clubs and the epicness of social media. It was then that she graduated to writing her stories on her phone and then finally on a proper computer.

A nursing student, mother to two rambunctious and somewhat rotten boys, and stepmom to two great girls away at college, she shares her time with her husband in Chicago where she was born and raised. Mandi is a diehard hockey fan and blames the Blackhawks when her deadlines are not met.

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Emma Scott:

I write romances with flawed characters, characters with artistic hearts: builders, poets, and writers of various makes and models. I love to write book lovers; those who have found refuge, companionship, and escape in books, much as we do in real life. I like realism, honesty, authenticity in storytelling. I love to write about enduring love, soul-deep love, in as real a setting as I can make, but with big smooshy HEAs. I believe in diversity, open-mindedness, and inclusion. I like sweetness mixed with steam, love conquering all, and above all, hope. Love always wins.

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Charleigh Rose:

We are a duo of an international best-selling author and a blogger who teamed up to write the taboo, thought-provoking stories we want our audience to have–without filters.

Both Charleigh and Rose are committed to giving you witty, sexy, intelligent novels that will leave you wanting more.

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Ella Fox:

When she’s not writing, Ella indulges the gypsy in her blood and travels the country. Ella loves reading, movies, music, buying make-up, reading Tmz, Twitter and pedicures… not necessarily in that order. She has a wild sense of humor and loves to laugh. Her favorite thing in the world is hanging out with her family and watching comedy movies.

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Sara Ney:

Sara Ney is the USA Today Bestselling Author of the How to Date a Douchebag series, and is best known for her sexy, laugh-out-loud New Adult romances. Among her favorite vices, she includes: iced latte’s, historical architecture and well-placed sarcasm. She lives colorfully, collects vintage books, art, loves flea markets, and fancies herself British.

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Meghan Quinn:

A BLONDE AT HEART

Born in New York and raised in Southern California, Meghan has grown into a sassy, peanut butter eating, blonde haired swearing, animal hoarding lady. She is known to bust out and dance if “It’s Raining Men” starts beating through the air and heaven forbid you get a margarita in her, protect your legs because they may be humped.

Once she started commuting for an hour and twenty minutes every day to work for three years, she began to have conversations play in her head, real life, deep male voices and dainty lady coos kind of conversations. Perturbed and confused, she decided to either see a therapist about the hot and steamy voices running through her head or start writing them down. She decided to go with the cheaper option and started writing… enter her first novel, Caught Looking.

Now you can find the spicy, most definitely on the border of lunacy, kind of crazy lady residing in Colorado with the love of her life and her five, furry four legged children, hiking a trail or hiding behind shelves at grocery stores, wondering what kind of lube the nervous stranger will bring home to his wife. Oh and she loves a good boob squeeze!

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Kate Stewart:

Kate Stewart lives in Charleston, S.C. with her husband, Nick, and her naughty beagle, Sadie. A native of Dallas, Kate moved to Charleston three weeks after her first visit, dropping her career of 8 years, and declaring it her creative muse. Kate pens messy, sexy, angst-filled contemporary romance as well as romantic comedy and erotic suspense because it’s what she loves as a reader. A lover of all things ’80s and ’90s, especially John Hughes films and rap, she dabbles a little in photography, can knit a simple stitch scarf for necessity only and does a horrible job of playing the ukulele. Aside from running a mile without collapsing, traveling is the only other must on her bucket list. On occasion, she does very well at vodka.

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Rochelle Paige:

Rochelle Paige is the Amazon bestselling author of nineteen books. She absolutely adores reading and her friends growing up used to tease her when she trailed after them, trying to read and walk at the same time. She loves stories with alpha males, sassy heroines, hot sex and happily ever afters. She is a bit of a genre hopper in both her reading and her writing. So far she’s written books in several romance sub-genres including new adult, contemporary, paranormal and romantic suspense.

She is the mother of two wonderful sons who inspired her to chase her dream of being an author. She wants them to learn from her that you can live your dream as long as you are willing to work for it.

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New Release: The Charmer’s Gambit by Lexi C. Foss

Title: The Charmer’s Gambit
Series: Mershano Empire 
Author: Lexi C. Foss
Genre: Contemporary Romance with Suspense Elements
Release: December 5, 2017
He set his sights on the wrong girl.

Me.

Law school taught me a lot of things, but nothing prepared me to deal with this determined, hotter-than-Hell millionaire. Don’t get me wrong, I’m flattered. But resisting Will Mershano is harder than passing the bar. He’s everything: sexy, confident, intelligent. And he wants me. 

When he hires my firm to represent Mershano Vineyards, I’m left with no choice but to work right alongside him—or forfeit my job. There’s only one problem. He doesn’t know about my past or how it stalks me at every turn. All he wants is a little flirtatious fun, but Will’s playing a dangerous game.

And there’s more at stake than just my heart. . .
My review

Will Mershano….

Will. Mershano……

If I left my review at that, I’m pretty sure you guys who have read it will readily agree that nothing more needs to be said in retrospect. I mean it’s Will Mershano. Actually, let me try to up it a little. Will Mershano and a vineyard. Actually I bet I can do one better. Will Mershano, a vineyard and two wine glasses. But you know what would make that scenario absolute perfection? A naked Will Mershano, a vineyard and two wine glasses. With me as his love interest.

Sadly, that’s not the case, well the me part anyway. No his love interest in this is the kind of uptight Rachel. Although, to be fair, I can’t even hate her. She’s the kind of woman who you want to hate but can’t. Both of them together just fits. To quote Phoebe Buffay, she’s his lobster and vice versa.

The Charmer’s Gambit has a slight dark theme in it. Rachel has a past that she can’t seem to escape. Wherever she turns and becomes even vaguely happy, it’s always there waiting to pull her back down. Enter Will. He helps Rachel see that there is a way to escape, she just has to take a leap of faith.

I’m going to admit and say I think I prefer this story to that of The Prince’s Game and I really loved that story. In TCG however I just felt it was more rugged and growly. Not to impugn that Evan wasn’t a hard worker, he was. I just felt that Will was more of a manual labourer than Evan and it’s a quality that I’m attracted to.

The storyline itself just popped. I had this mental image of me being there. I felt that I was dealing with these situations and feelings myself. It’s a great thing when an author can make you believe that you’re part of the story.

I really enjoyed reading this story and Will and Rachel’s journey. I cannot wait to see where the author takes the next story.

Wopsywoobookblog – “The storyline itself just popped. I had this mental image of me being there. I felt that I was dealing with these situations and feelings myself.”


Katie – Goodreads – “The characters were so well developed and so real that I couldn’t put the book down without a great deal of effort. I fell deeply in the feels for both.”


Rather Be Reading – “Hands Down my favorite story from Lexi so far!”
Lexi C. Foss is a writer lost in the IT world. She lives in Atlanta, Georgia with her husband and their furry children. When not writing, she’s busy crossing items off her travel bucket list. Many of the places she’s visited can be seen in her writing, including the mythical world of Hydria which is based on Hydra in the Greek islands. She’s quirky, consumes way too much coffee, and loves to swim. You can find her on Facebook, Instagram and Twitter, or visit her website at www.LexiCFoss.com.

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Review: Mismatch by Tracie Delaney

Anyone that knows me knows that I absolutely love The Winning Ace series. Cash Gallagher is my kind of guy and I absolutely fell head over heels in love with him, he’s enigmatic, complex and hot to trot and he plays tennis. Win-win!

So it was going to take something big to make me look twice at another character. Enter Rupe Fox-Whittingham. In WA he’s the best friend and the guy that Cash leans on for support when things go up and down with Tally. In Mismatch? He’s all his own guy and boy does he hold his own.

In a bizarre twist of fate Rupe ends up meeting and needing Jayne Seymour, a lawyer who isn’t afraid to tell Rupe what she thinks. Jaynes had a bit of a bad run, relationship wise and isn’t looking for anything beyond a client/lawyer relationship, but as she’s finding, Rupe is one kind of guy it’s impossible to stay away from.

Their chemistry together was electric. But it was also sweet and clean, if you get what I mean. Even though situations arise in Mismatch, their chemistry and their attraction stays the same. They may fight it but it’s there and it’s constant. They have this back and forth kind of relationship but you can quite clearly see they are made for each other.

The overall storyline kept me engaged, it’s an easy read but at the same time you get frustrated at the different layers there are. I absolutely loved it and I love Rupe. His character has always needed his own story and I’m so glad the author gave him a voice.

I can’t wait to see what the author has in store for her next book. Highly recommend!