PROMO: When the Marquess was Mine by Caroline Linden

Historical Romance – 400 Pages

About the Book:

In the game of love…

Georgiana Lucas despises the arrogant and cruel Marquess of Westmorland even before learning that he’s won the deed to her friend Kitty’s home in a card game. Still, Georgiana assures Kitty the marquess wouldn’t possibly come all the way to Derbyshire to throw them out—until he shows up, bloody and unconscious. Fearing that Kitty would rather see him die, Georgiana blurts out that he’s her fiancé. She’ll nurse the hateful man back to health and make him vow to leave and never return. The man who wakes up, though, is nothing like the heartless rogue Georgiana thought she knew…

You have to risk it all

He wakes up with no memory of being assaulted—or of who he is. The bewitching beauty tending him so devotedly calls him Rob and claims she’s his fiancée even as she avoids his touch. Though he can’t remember how he won her hand, he’s now determined to win her heart. But as his memory returns and the truth is revealed, Rob must decide if the game is up—or if he’ll take a chance on a love that defies all odds.

Excerpt:

Chapter One

1819

 

It was to be a bacchanal for the ages.

As Heathercote remarked, a man only turned twenty-nine once. Marlow pointed out that a man also only turned twenty-eight, or thirty, once as well, but they were well used to ignoring Marlow’s odd points of reason, and this one was promptly forgotten.

Heathercote planned the entire affair, inviting the most dashing, daring rogues and scoundrels in London. He declared it to be the invitation of the month, and that he’d turned away several fellows for lacking wit, style, or both. “You mean they aren’t up to your standard of mayhem,” said Westmorland, whose birthday it was, to which Heathercote mimed tipping his hat in acknowledgment.

After a raucous dinner at White’s, they decamped for the theater. The production was well under way when they invaded the pit in search of amusement. By the time the show ended, they had drunk a great deal of brandy, thrown oranges at the stage, and lost Clifton to the company of a prostitute.

Everyone’s memories ran a bit ragged after that, with vague recollections of singing in the streets and Marlow casting up his accounts somewhere in Westminster, but eventually they settled at the Vega Club. It was so late, the manager tried to dissuade them from play. Mr. Forbes knew every one of them could wager for hours, and the Vega Club closed its doors at dawn.

But Heathercote persuaded him to let them in and to give them the whist salon all to themselves. “We’ll leave by noon,” he promised, patting Forbes on the chest as he slid a handful of notes into the man’s hand. His words were remarkably steady for a man who’d been drinking for eight hours. Grim-faced, Forbes let them in, where they commandeered the main table and called for yet more wine.

A few intrepid souls followed them from the club proper. Forbes tried to stop them at the door, but Forester recognized one and waved them in. “We don’t mind winning their money,” he said with a hiccup.

They played whist, then switched to loo. One loser was dared to drink off the contents of his full flask in one go, which he did. The room filled with cigar smoke and ribald language, and the wagers grew extravagant. Marlow won a prize colt off Forester. Heathercote wagered his new phaeton and ended up with someone’s barouche. Sackville won the largest pot of the night, and everyone pelted him with markers.

And then one of the hangers-on spoiled it. He had the look of a country fellow new to London, with an arrogant bluster that was initially amusing but eventually turned annoying. He’d played well enough, winning a bit and losing with colorful curses that made the rest of them roar with laughter. But it became abruptly clear that Sir Charles Winston was in over his head when he wagered his house.

Marlow laughed. Heathercote picked up the scribbled note Winston had put forth and read it with one brow arched. “Can’t wager property, Winslow.”

The man was already ruddy from drink, and now he turned scarlet. “Can so! Your fellow wagered a horse.”

“Horses are portable,” said Forester, his Liverpool accent bleeding through. “Houses are not.”

“Houses are worth more!”

“Aye, too much more.” Heathercote flicked the note back across the table. “Markers.”

“I haven’t got any more markers,” muttered the younger man. For a moment everyone focused in surprised silence on the empty space in front of him. None of them had run out.

“Then fold your hand,” Forester told him. “You’re out!”

Winston’s chin set stubbornly. His mate tried to slide some markers toward him, but he angrily shoved them back. “Give me a chance to win it back.”

“All the more reason to walk away, if you’ve lost ‘em all.” Marlow waved one hand, nearly toppling out of his seat. Mr. Forbes, watching grimly from the corner, came forward. “Forbes, Windermere is done.”

“Sir Charles,” murmured the manager. “Perhaps it’s time to go.”

“Not yet!” Winston scowled at them all, shaking off his friend’s quiet attempts to get him to fold. “Not now, Farley! They got a chance to turn their luck. Why shouldn’t I?”

“Luck is like the wind,” said a new voice. Nicholas Dashwood, the owner of the Vega Club, stepped out of the shadows. “It rarely turns propitiously.”

Winston stubbornly sank lower in his seat. “I deserve ‘nother chance.”

Heathercote slung his arms over the back of his chair. “Well, West? What say you? Shall we let him stay and wager away everything he’s got?”

Lounging in his seat, the Marquess of Westmorland looked up in irritation. “Really ought to go, Winsmore.”

“Wins-less, more like,” snickered Marlow.

Winston sat up straighter in his seat. “Please, my lord.”

“Oh, let him ruin himself,” muttered Forester, shuffling his cards restlessly.

The marquess lifted one shoulder. “Damned if I care.”

“Sir Charles,” said Dashwood evenly, “do not wager what you cannot afford to lose.”

Winston scooped up the scribbled paper and added a line, signing his name with a flourish. “I won’t, sir.”

But he did. Within four hands, he’d won a bit and then lost it all—including the deed. Suddenly he did not look so belligerent or so stubborn. He looked young and quite literally green, staring at the winning hand, lying on the table.

“Should have listened,” said the unsympathetic Heathercote. “Should have left.”

Winston puffed up furiously. “Should have known better than to play with the likes of you!”

“Di’n’t y’know that before you sa’ down?” Marlow’s words slurred together. “Stupid bloody fool!”

“That’s my home!”

“And you risked it at loo!” Heath made a derisive noise. “Idiot.”

Winston was the color of beets. “Don’t call me that.”

Sackville raised one brow. “No? ’S not your home anymore.” He reached out and plucked the scrawled paper from the pile of markers and examined it, although his eyes never quite managed to focus on it. “It ‘pears to be West’s.”

His friends howled with laughter. “He doesn’t need it,” cried Winston. He made a convulsive grab for the paper before his lone remaining friend caught his arm. “He’s got a dozen houses!”

“Set it up as a brothel, West,” suggested Forester. “And give all your mates discounted fees.”

“Free!” yelped Marlow with a wheezing laugh.

Winston drew a furious breath, but instead of continuing the fight he turned and rushed from the room, rather unsteadily; he wrestled with the door, and then almost tripped on his way out, causing more howls of laughter from the table. His friend helped him back onto his feet before the door closed on them both.

“Who invited him?” asked Heathercote in disdain.

“Marlow.”

“Ballocks,” mumbled Marlow, putting his head down on the table. “Never did. Was Forester.”

Forester made a rude gesture. “I vouched for the other man, Farley.”

“Your friends are all bad ton,” said Sackville.

Forester’s face tightened. He rose and swung his wineglass into the air in a toast, spilling some. “Thank you all for a most exciting evening, gentlemen.” Pointedly he bowed only to Viscount Heathercote and Lord Westmorland. Sackville repaid him with a rude gesture at Forester’s back.

Heathercote protested, but Forester waved him off and left. With Marlow asleep on the table and Sackville still giggling drunkenly to himself, Westmorland placed his hands on the table, hesitated as if gathering strength, then heaved himself to his feet. “The carriages, Dashwood.”

Stone-faced, the owner left. Westmorland surveyed the table. “Did I win the last?”

“Aye,” said Heathercote with a wide yawn.

“Credit it all, Forbes,” said the marquess. “God above, I’m tired.”

As expressionless as his employer, the manager stepped forward. With an air of distaste, he picked up the deed promise and held it out. “I cannot credit this, my lord.”

West stared at it. “Damn. Right.” He stuffed it into the pocket of his jacket and staggered out into the morning sunlight with Heathercote, never guessing the trouble that wagered deed was about to cause him.

 

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New Release: Office Mate (Milford College #2) by Noelle Adams

Contemporary Romance – 124 Pages

About the Book:

The last thing I want is to share my beautiful office with an uptight, unfriendly new English professor. I don’t care if he’s incredibly hot. He’s still the worst office mate in the world.

We’re stuck together for a year, and that might be too long for me to resist discovering what’s hiding beneath his buttoned-up appearance.

Office Mate is the second book in the Milford College series, novellas about the faculty and staff of a small liberal arts college.

Released 8/21/2019!

Excerpt:

“Hey,” I say as I come in, dropping my keys onto my desk and turning to face him.

He looks up from his computer. His expression is unsmiling but not angry. “Hi.”

“I’m sorry about before. I’m not sure what got into me. I’m not usually so… irritable. I’m really sorry.”

His mouth turns up just a little. His eyes soften palpably. “Evidently I’m an irritating kind of person, so that probably explains it.”

“No, you’re not!” I lower my tone as I continue. “You’re really not that irritating. I should never have implied that about you. It’s just that I’m usually really good at getting to know people, and I’ve been frustrated that I can’t seem to get to know you.”

He frowns. “You don’t know me?”

“Of course not.” My eyes are wide in surprise. “You think I’ve gotten to know you?”

“I thought we were making progress.” He seems bothered by that piece of information, and he looks down at his desk as if he’s thinking. “I’m afraid I’m never going to be the life of the party, if that’s what you’re hoping for.”

“I know that. I mean, I don’t care about that. I like all kinds of people. I just feel like you’ve got so many walls up I can’t seem to get around them.”

“Maybe if you wouldn’t run away every time things start to get better between us.”

Shit. He has no idea. I have to run away occasionally, but it’s not because I don’t want to get to know him.

It’s because I want to tear his clothes off.

No way I can admit that to him.

I clear my throat and think fast. “I haven’t run away that much. You just confuse me.”

“What can I do to be less confusing?” Leave it to Evan to go about getting to know someone with the same sober determination he uses to tackle everything else.

“I don’t know. Don’t you ever just hang out and relax?”

“You want to hang out with me?”

Yes. Of course I do. In particular, I want to hang out in bed with him. “I just meant to get to know each other a little more. So we can get along better and be more comfortable sharing the office.” There. That didn’t sound too bad. That didn’t give away my irrational lust for him.

He nods. “I like to bike, but that’s obviously not your thing. I can go with you when you walk, if you’d like. Or…”

“Or what?”

“I was thinking about watching the Lord of the Rings movies since you like them so much.”

My heart clenches. Ridiculously. “You were?”

“Yes.”

“Maybe you can watch them with me. I would enjoy that.”

“You would?”

“Yes. Would… would you?”

“Of course I would.” His eyes never leave my face.

“What if you don’t like them?”

“I’m sure if you like them, then they can’t be that bad.”

We smile at each other, and I let out a long breath.

I still have way too many papers to grade today, but things are definitely looking up.

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PROMO: The Sinister Urge by Frances Newton

Taboo Romance – 258 Pages

About the Book:

What if you had a secret? An irresistible urge?

Delve backstage and into the private lives of popular rock band, Lilli and the Munsterz. Returning to the music world after a turbulent split from her former band, Lilli Morgan has risen like a phoenix and has the industry at her feet.

“Before the split, it was: ‘Lilli? Everyone always wants to know if there has ever been anything romantic between Adam and you?’
‘No not at all. I’m quite content being young, free, and single,’ was my standard reply.
Now it’s: ‘A special man in my life? No, I’m very happy being single. No time for all that.’ I’ve been peddling that line for years and it’s never failed me.
Problem is, I do have a special man in my life. A wonderful perfect man … It’s just a question of keeping it a secret. But for how long?”

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PROMO: The Other Things by Jonathan Dransfield

Young Adult Sci-Fi – 368 Pages

Illustrated by Author

About the Book:

With the discovery of a fossil on Mars and the threat of an asteroid heading for Earth, a frustrated American President is forced to reconsider his legacy. He decides to do something big for humanity, and orders the first manned mission to Mars.

Surmounting seemingly impossible hurdles, the maverick scientist Ford Harris discovers how to make it happen. There is one crucial problem: the weight of any ordinary crew would be too great for the rocket to return home. And so Ford proposes a bold new idea – replacing the adult crew with a group of gifted children.

An exciting and fascinating story, featuring beautiful illustrations and informative scientific notes, The Other Things explores our sense of wonder. Are we alone in the universe? How do we make our existence count? And what could still be possible for humankind?

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PROMO: Release of Hybrid by Emery Skye

Hybrid by Emery Skye

 

Paranormal Romance

Release Date: 5/31/2019

Est. 300 pages

Description:

With just one meeting,

Her life will never be the same…

Murder. Secrets. Paranormal. Demons. Angels.

Lexi is about to learn one deadly secret that will change her life forever.

Lexi lost everything she ever loved five years ago. When her family was slaughtered at the hands of an unknown killer, Lexi found herself sent to Fairmount Boarding School– an agonizing place where her mind is free to think about the mysterious person or thing who killed her family. Refusing to believe her family’s killer is supernatural, she begins an epic journey to discover the truth.

Hunter is an exchange student from New York. This mysterious new boy piqued Lexi’s interest. Little does she know, getting involved with Hunter could be like playing with fire. And… she is about to get burned.

Lexi can’t resist Hunter’s charm… or his supernatural abilities. As the pair meet and form an exciting relationship, Hunter’s paranormal secret may be exposed.

Hunter is on a mission to protect her. But from who?

Lexi’s life will never be the same.

Discover this young adult paranormal mystery today.

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PROMO: The Fall of Arcades by Azriel Hope

Paranormal Romance – 505 Pages

About the Book:

Farrow Latimer, Prince of the Arcades:

I am the prince of darkness, the executioner and fallen angel royalty who is forbidden, love. No matter how many men or women I take to my bed none capture my heart.

As the Arcades teem with lust, debauchery, and destruction, I neither relish nor abhor my role as the most brutal of all and then I catch her….the small fairy halfling who changes my world.

Rayelynn Astraides, first daughter of the Commander of Landharn’s West Shore:

The fallen angels litter the skies coming to claim us. I am running from the monstrous man my father is to make me marry for failing battle school when they attack. Fallen angels are all about us and in my fear I tuck myself away.

There, beside the tree where I hide, he stands, tall, majestic, handsome… and deadly. He lets me run and I return to the battlefield to tend our wounded as I am a gifted healer. When the beguiling dark angel returns, he takes me as his prisoner.

I see such horror and sadness during my incarceration, but none greater than that which lies within the fallen prince who is disallowed love yet risks all for it.

The Fall of Arcades is an incredible love story with some dark elements, sexual situations, and several polyamorous characters… because when you’re an immortal an eternity of vanilla is just no fun.

Excerpt:

“Can I not wash myself?” I squealed, softly.

“No,” he smiled, “you cannot. Now sit.” He directed me to sit on a shelf carved into the rocks. “You like this more than you’re willing to admit, Rayelynn.” There was almost a reverence to the way he said my name.

I obeyed him because I was being suffocated by the intense unfamiliar feelings in my body’s most sacred places. My sex throbbed. If only he was as kind and gentle as he pretended, I would have submitted to him … and would have willing loved him, I think. I laughed inwardly, I was no better than the wanton girls at home. I knew nothing of him but that he was a vicious killer as were all of his kind. I had to admit, despite my prejudice, there was a greatness in the Prince of Arcades and a deep understanding nature that belied a tender heart. If only he was who he pretended to be.

He slowly spread my legs and began to soap my knees.

“Please,” I begged, nearly frantic.

He lathered soap along the knobs of my joints with an excruciating deliberateness, moving slowly to my shins, then feet, giving extra attention to the hard, calloused skin around my heels. I thrust my hand forward to stop him, but he easily caught it.

“I’ve already told you, your virtue is safe. Let me do this; I wouldn’t do it for most.” His eyes were bright and loving as they met mine and he released my hand to give greater attention to my feet. “Enjoy the fact that I hold you dear.”

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PROMO: Policy of Truth by Scarlett Holloway

About the Book:

Five years ago, Tamra “Durty” Simon’s life was falling apart, and she
had a one-way ticket to six-feet under. And if it hadn’t been for the
Death’s Angels Motorcycle Club swooping in, dusting her off, and
transforming her into the badass biker she is today, she’d be taking a
dirt nap. Now, she has everything she ever wanted—or so she
thought.

Brett “Sting” Jackson is on a mission, and nothing is going to stop
him—not even the sexy, enticing female biker who makes him hard
with a single look. Too bad he’s lying and keeping secrets from her.
But the alternative could get her killed, and that’s not a risk he’s willing
to take.

It took Sting crashing into her life to make Durty realize there’s
something else in this world she wants to ride as hard as her bike—too
bad fate has other plans for them. When a rival club makes a move
against the Angels, all hell breaks loose. Lives will be lost, secrets will
be revealed, and lies will be exposed. Because in the motorcycle
world, lies may get you hurt, but the truth can get you killed.

 

About the Author:

Growing up on the Central Coast, Scarlett Holloway always dreamed of seeing her name on the cover of a book and on the New York Times Best Seller List. What better way than to bring part of her past onto the pages of a novel, as well as writing about issues that women face on a daily basis? When she is not in her bunny hole writing, she is a massage therapist, trying to help people through therapeutic healing. Scarlett is hopelessly devoted to her husband, who she lovingly calls her plot bunny, and is active in her teenage son’s life.

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