Prologue Willa I can’t even remember the first time my brother used me as a tool to make money. Being traded for favors to make rent was such a regular part of my teen-hood. I didn’t realize how abnormal I was until I met the man who saved my life. Gabe Cohen crashed into my world, obliterating the foundations to rubble. He built me a new life. A safe one. A protected one. The kind fairytales are made of. But fairytales don’t last, and like a cruel, twisted villain creeping out of the shadows, the old life found me and set fire to my happily ever after. I was left dying in the embers. My prince couldn’t find me amongst the ashes. His Willa died that day…but my heart kept beating. Stories don’t always end once the final page is turned. There’s so much more left to be written. Sometimes the final page is just the start, and it’s up to us to determine whether it remains a fairytale or a tragedy. The essence of the true love stories, the big ones, the beautiful, bright, epic loves, are always grown from the darkness of a fucked up beginning.
Series: Ink-Fusions Book 2
Author: Penny Anglene
Genre: MC Romance, Contemporary Romance, Standalone
Release Date: January 27, 2020
Book tagline: Everyone deserves to be loved.
Abandoned at an orphanage as an infant, not allowed to be adopted out, I’ve always craved family, to belong. My life was about fighting and scratching for everything I wanted or needed. Seeing him, knowing he was what I wanted, I pursued him but why do I keep pushing him away when I know he is it for me. Trust is a big issue for me, If I can’t trust him, I’m going to lose him. With a life of hardships, it makes trust nearly impossible.
I watched her through windows and stalked her. She didn’t even know it. Then I introduced myself in the most unconventional way. Samantha is it for me. Now to make her see it. Then everything went to shit, it exploded all around us. Although I didn’t lie to her, omitting the truth was just as bad. What can I do to show her it’s not always like this. I need to make her see that I would love her unconditionally if she would just stop running.
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Alice Gaines lives in the San Francisco Bay Area in a fixer-upper house she never fixed up. Aside from writing and reading hot, hot romance, she loves cooking, knitting and crocheting, and her church. She has a pet corn snake named Casper and she’s insanely passionate about the funky soul band, Tower of Power.
The Revenge Game
by Alice Gaines
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Print Length: 156 pages
Publisher: Entangled: Indulgence
Publication Date: September 23, 2019
Adam Morrow is a self-made millionaire. But one night with her could ruin everything…
I’ve worked my ass off for what I have, and I’m damn proud of it. I started off with nothing and now I’m filthy rich. Let me tell you, there’s nothing like revenge to help you get your ass in gear. And that’s what I’m taking, with every exclusive resort I open—sweet, sweet revenge…on her.
Nicole Westmore was my first love. The poor little rich girl stole my heart with her sweet smile, hot body, and irresistible innocence. The summer I worked for her father was the best time of my life…until he drove me away. Even then, I thought Nicole would wait for me. She didn’t.
And so, I decided to get even, opening rival hotels, slowly driving them out of business. The old man is gone now, but Nicole is still running the company that’s about to collapse. All my hard work will soon pay off.
And then I catch sight of her at a wedding, and all those feelings come rushing back–for both of us. Still, she doesn’t know what I’ve done—yet—and she seems more than willing. What will one night in her bed hurt?
The sex is hotter than ever, and I can’t help wondering if I’ve made a mistake. Until I get up the next morning…and realize I’ve been kidnapped!
Adam sat at the table in their cottage on the cove and watched Nicole prepare dinner. It was exactly the sort of scene he’d fantasized about when he’d been young and in love. And for once in a very long time, he faced an inner struggle.
Did he still hate her? No. Did he still hate her father? Sure, but what was the point? The man was dead, and Adam was having sex with his daughter again. That in itself would have the bastard spinning in his grave.
Did he still want to sink Westmore Hotels? Getting rid of the competition was a good business move, revenge or not.
But the most important issue involved his own emotions. If he was having honeymoon sex, would he be able to walk away when he’d had enough? Hell, would he ever have enough of this woman? Sometime soon, he’d have to return to the office. And she’d have to go back to work. They’d leave here, and then what? Could he do without her, or was he already in too deep?
He’d tried just about everything one body could do with sex, and it had all been fantastic for him and for all his partners. But none of it compared with being with this woman, even in the most ordinary of ways. Emotion—feelings—had to account for the difference. You had honeymoon sex with someone you loved. Grant hadn’t said that, but he’d implied it. Was he falling in love with Nicole all over again? Good God in heaven.
She glanced over her shoulder at him. “You look pensive.”
“I was only wondering if you’ve become domesticated,” he lied.
She laughed. “Not likely. I love to cook, but I’m happy to have someone else clean up.”
“Spoiled little rich girl.”
“There are some good things about being spoiled and rich.” She picked up a colander full of greens and a bowl and approached the table.
“Here,” she said as she put both in front of him. “How good are you at tearing up lettuce for a salad?”
“I promise you, I can tear up anything you want.”
She laughed again. She seemed to do it easily, quite in contrast with the tense woman who’d confronted him at Grant’s sister’s wedding. They were getting along now…more or less. As long as she didn’t find out about Vivian.
She went back to work near the sink, shelling shrimp for a Cajun dish. An array of spices and fresh herbs stood all around her cutting board. This promised to be quite a feast.
He had to end the honeymoon before he lost control of his emotions completely. They were competitors, and he might still end up taking over Westmore Hotels. If he did, she’d hate him, and they’d end up back at square one. No. He had to get back to New York and get some distance from her so he could clear his head and figure out where to go from here.
But first, he had a little treat in store for her, if she liked that kind of thing. He’d made a detour to the resort gift shop and had liberated a few silk scarves. Long ones. Long enough to tie wrists and ankles to the posts at the corners of their bed.
She was wearing shorts that snuggled against her butt in a particularly tempting way. They weren’t super tight, allowing movement, but they still showed off her curves. He’d cupped her buttocks with his palms as he drove himself into her, so the mere act of staring at her aroused him. She might not go for the silk, but he’d definitely have sex with her. One last indulgence before he got her to agree the time had come to return to the real world.
“Why don’t you take a break and come over here?” he said.
She turned and cocked her head, staring at the lettuce she’d put in front of him. “You haven’t touched that.”
“I don’t feel like cooking right now.”
“It can wait for a while,” he said.
She put down her knife, turned, and rested her backside against the counter. “What on earth could you possibly have in mind?”
He gave her a grin—that came more easily now, too—and he turned in his chair and patted his knee. “Why don’t you come over here and find out?”
She sauntered toward him. “You’re a sex fiend, you know?”
“I’ve been called worse.”
She sat on his knee and draped her arms around his shoulders. Being this close to her, he could get lost in the emerald gleam of her eyes. They definitely held a wicked twinkle.
“I had a really nasty thought as I watched you on the elliptical today,” he said.
“You were watching me?”
“You know I can’t take my eyes off you,” he said.
“That’s nice.” She pressed her lips against his, just long enough to give him a taste of her. “Really nice.”
With her butt on his thigh, her legs sat near his crotch. Her kisses and the scent of her perfume had already warmed his libido, and his sex thickened and hardened in anticipation of having her yet again. If she’d been a drug, he would have been addicted long before now. This was exactly why he needed some distance. But not quite yet.
“So, anyway…my wicked thought,” he said.
She moved her mouth to his ear and blew into it. “Do tell.”
He shuddered as a bolt of lightning slashed through him. Holy crap, she could turn him on. “A little exotic play, maybe. But only if it excites you.”
She straightened. “Exotic? How?”
“Trust. I’m going to prove to you that I trust you completely.” For now, they’d leave aside the question of whether she could trust him.
She leaned back and looked at him out of the corners of her eyes. “You’re not going to fall backward and trust me to catch you, are you?”
“Nothing quite that innocent,” he said. “I’m going to let you tie me up.”
She hooted. “You’re kidding, right?”
“Only if you want to. It’s your call.”
She stared into his eyes. “You’re serious.”
“There’s a bag from the hotel gift shop in the bedroom. It has enough silk scarves to tie me pretty securely to the bed.”
“I did see that bag.” She bit her lip. “Silk scarves, huh?”
“You wouldn’t hurt me, of course,” he said.
“But I could tie you up, and…”
“Do whatever you want to me.” The more he thought about this plan, the hotter he got. Imagine, her crawling all over him. Getting naked but not allowing him to touch her. He couldn’t do anything for his own pleasure unless she allowed it. If she toyed with him for a good, long while and then finally allowed him to climax, the orgasm would tear him apart. What a way to go.
“Would that really turn you on?” she asked.
“It already has. Touch me if you want proof.”
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Title: Chasing Paige
Series: Washington Guardians Hockey #2
Author: Ellen Devlin
Release: June 25, 2019
Genre: Hockey Romance
Cover Designer: Deranged Doctor Design
“Love at first sight.” It’s such a cliché. But when I saw her across a crowded room I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
One can say I’m the modest type. I don’t walk up to a girl, introduce myself and expect her to fall at my feet just because I’m an NHL player. If friends didn’t give me a little push me in her direction, I probably never would have approached her. But I’m so glad I did.
The electricity between us blew me away. From our first kiss to the first night we spent together it was clear. Paige was the one.
But something is holding her back, And with the trade deadline looming, she’s using it as an excuse to push me away.
Luckily, I know how to chase dreams; it’s how I made it to the NHL. I like a challenge, and I never quit until I get what I want.
And what I want is Paige.
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Law firm office cog by day.
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Hockey fan all the time.
Ellen lives in the Northern Virginia area with her husband and two sons, along with various furry and scaly creatures.
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Please welcome Gabbi Grey to the Clog Blog! Let’s dive right into it, shall we? Gabbi, tell us a little about yourself and your background.
I work for the government by day and write by night.
How do you make time to write?
Fortunately, I have a nice long commute and try to fit in some writing every trip. Also, my little dog is my only familial commitment so I have more time to dedicate to writing and editing than if I had children or aging parents. I have great admiration for writers with multiple responsibilities who manage to fit writing into a busy life.
Do you believe in writer’s block?
I have a mental illness and there are times when writing is very difficult. As for writer’s block, I sometimes have to move on to another project for a break.
Tell us a bit about the genre you write and why you love it.
I studied English and Theatre in university so had plenty of exposure to literary fiction. When I started writing, though, I discovered I had to give my characters a happy ending. I’ve been writing romances ever since. I also read romance, reveling in the guaranteed happily ever after.
How are you publishing your recent book and why? (*e.g. Indie, traditional or both)
Currently, I am traditionally published. I’ve been fortunate to find homes for my short romantic stories. I am hoping to soon publish a full-length book.
Are you an Introvert or Extrovert? How does this affect your work?
I am an introvert through and through. My biggest challenge is attending writer conferences and interacting with other writers and industry professionals. I put on my best face and try to make the most of the opportunities. Networking can be an important part of the business but also the most challenging for someone like myself.
What is your favorite motivational phrase?
“Writing a book, just like building a library, is an act of sheer defiance. It is a declaration that you believe in the persistence of memory.” Susan Orlean author of The Library Book
What advice would you give to aspiring writers?
Persistence and a good editor. I have been writing seriously for almost six years but only when I started working with a freelance editor did I really begin learning the craft. I’m a much better writer because of finding the right person to work with.
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Genre: Erotic Romance
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press, Inc.
Excerpt from For the Love of Max:
Procrastinating was getting him nowhere. She was either home or she wasn’t. She was either going to kick him off her property or she wasn’t. She was either going to let him in or she wasn’t.
Wiping his damp palms against his jeans, he sauntered up the steps and knocked.
The door cracked, but the safety chain prevented it from opening fully. He glimpsed a veil of long, black hair.
“Maxine?” She squinted. Damn. The sun behind him was bright in her eyes, casting him in deep shadows.
“It’s Dodge. Remember me? I brought you home after the company Christmas party?” After Garth got wasted and abandoned you? Happy to step in, Dodge had driven her home, trying not to look at her gorgeous legs encased by her tight silver skirt and sheer pantyhose. Red-blooded man he was, he’d adjusted himself when she looked away and had done his best to hide his erection when escorting her to the door.
“Wait.” Say something that’ll keep her talking.
The door closed, opening a moment later.
Dodge was a sucker for sun-kissed light-brown skin, wavy long black hair, almond-shaped dark-brown eyes, soft cheekbones, and a pert nose. The bangs were new as was the yellowing bruise on her cheek.
Ducking her head, Maxine’s hand shot to the bruise.
He gently touched her chin, and when she didn’t recoil, he tipped it, forcing her gaze to his. “The man is an animal. I’m not like him.”
The smile was tentative. “I know.” Soft words, replete with meaning.
Not going to send him away. Yet. But he needed more.
Maxine extended her hand, which he gratefully took. The electric shock shot through him, so strong he expected a blue arc between them.
Her cheeks flushed, her gaze flying to his before lowering. She tried to pull away, but he held tight.
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Arkadia Fast #2
by Leslie Scott
Genre: New Adult Romance
Release Date: March 6, 2019
Starting a new life isn’t easy when the skeletons locked in her closet are the notorious town drunk for a father and a haunted past. But, Hadley Morgan isn’t one to shy away from second chances or giving them either.
When a young, single father wrapped up in an octane fueled package takes particular interest in her, she begins to dream. But well-known drag racer Aiden Casey is also her boss, making her hesitate to grab at her chance at happiness.
Will her secrets shatter their chance at love or will his past come back to destroy both of them?
“Wow.” The word tumbled from my lips before my body had time to register how damn good he looked.
Aiden wore his dark hair tied at the base of his neck. His sharp cheekbones were model perfect. The dimple in his cheek when wide, sculpted lips curved in a smile, sent me into a spiral of va-va-voom.
I stood there, dumbstruck.
“I thought since I’d asked you to wear a dress, I should return the favor.” He wore a crisp white shirt, unbuttoned at the collar with the sleeves rolled up on his forearms, and clean, faded jeans with a pair of black Vans. So handsome, he took my breath away.
“I never pegged you for a skater.” I stepped out of the door, my strappy sandals clicking with each footfall.
His laugh came as easy as the fingers that wrapped around my hand. “A guy can’t give away all his secrets.”
“Really? You can skateboard?” I’d never seen him do anything other than drive.
“Yeah. Vic, too.” Pleasant surprise was becoming an old friend where Aiden was concerned. He fell with ease into the rhythm of conversation. With Aiden, things that should have been awkward—weren’t.
“We didn’t always drive. Except for maybe Jordan. Old Man always let him drive around in that old truck.”
They all referred to Jordan’s grandfather as “Old Man,” even Aiden’s sisters. Jordan had restored the old Chevy truck and made it like new again.
“You loved him.” The affection for Jordan’s grandfather written plainly on Aiden’s face.
“Jordan or his grandfather?” He lifted a shoulder. “Both, I guess. Jordan is my brother, from different parents. The Old Man was just…awesome.”
“I think it’s nice.” If I searched the recesses of my mind, I could almost grasp the familial bond. Then poof, another light in my life snuffed out far too soon. Each time I was with Aiden, I trudged up things long since buried.
Yet, being with him made me happier than I could ever remember.
“Now, close your eyes.” The rumbling timbre of his voice lulled me into doing just that.
About the Author
Leslie spends most days attempting to wrangle the voices in her head and often wishes she could clone herself so that their stories get told faster. She loves words, romance, and characters that feel like family and spends almost all of her free time with her own family; including a boisterous eleven-year-old that she homeschools and an assorted cast of rescue pets. She lives her own happily ever after with her soul mate and best friend in the northern part of Alabama and hopes you enjoy reading her stories as much as she enjoys writing them.
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