Olivia When you find out that your fiancé is arrested for swindling over ten million dollars from his clients, you do what any sane woman would do. You escape reality and go undercover, trading in your city-girl Louboutin’s for country-pumpkin cowboy boots.
It wasn’t a forever change—it was temporary. I only had to stay here until things back home got straightened out, or so I thought.
Casey I was riding horses before I was walking, or at least that was what they told me. I always knew I would take over the family farm. It’s in my blood.
Country boy at heart, the minute I saw her dragging her luggage up the gravel driveway I knew she was out of my league.
I shouldn’t have started anything with her, because I knew she was just passing through.
I couldn’t stop it, I fell in love with her. Even though I knew, in the end, she would leave me.
Meet Natasha Madison
When her nose isn’t buried in a book, or her fingers flying across a keyboard writing, she’s in the kitchen creating gourmet meals. You can find her, in four inch heels no less, in the car chauffeuring kids, or possibly with her husband scheduling his business trips. It’s a good thing her characters do what she says, because even her Labrador doesn’t listen to her…
Nothing says happy birthday like catching your husband in a compromising position with his boss.
His male boss.
Why, hello, midlife crisis. I’m starting over, but this time I’m doing it right. Or at least I’m doing what I want.
Taking the day off from work to hang out poolside? Yup. Do I leave the swimsuit in my house? Sure.
Does my very hot, twenty-something pool boy happen to catch me naked? Oh, yeah, he does. And he likes what he sees… a lot.
My best friend keeps telling me to have a fling and get back out there. But I’m not so sure she meant for me to do it with her son.
USA Today bestselling author Nikki Sloane landed in graphic design after her careers’ as a waitress, a screenwriter, and a ballroom dance instructor fell through. For eight years she worked for a design firm in that extremely tall, black, and tiered building in Chicago that went through an unfortunate name change during her time there.
I’m an independent woman. I’ve learned never to ask for help. I’ve been on my own for years. Until my sister leaves me to take care of my niece. If only they had left her in my capable hands. Instead, I share custody with him.Infamous billionaire, Tucker Decker. He likes his relationships casual and free of commitment. Family ties are at the bottom of his list. He’s ruthless, impulsive, cold-hearted, and hot as sin. But when it comes to his former bandmates, he’d do anything for them.Tragedy demands sacrifice. We’re forced to move-in together to care for my niece. He has to learn that there’s more to life than money. I need to learn how to trust…and how to love. But when the ghosts of our past come back to haunt us, can we survive them and each other?
The party runs smoothly. Patrick or Rocco remains close to my sister unless his two friends are around. Thank goodness my parents sent their apologies. They’ll be at the wedding. It’s past nine when the crowd begins to thin. The caterer and the cleaning crew are bustling around, making sure things remain tidy. The door of the kitchen swings open, I’m expecting to see Grams who was going to help Gramps go upstairs. Instead, it’s him. My cells buzz with excitement, which I don’t quite understand. He’s not my type. I like clean shaven, laid back, trustworthy guys. “Need any help?” he asks. “Why would you ask? Is this some kind of outreach program? One kind act to make up for your daily shit?” He lifts his eyebrows and studies me. “What is it?” I ask. “You keep watching me.” He smiles, extending his hand. “Let’s start again, Tucker Dean Decker.” The contact of his skin against mine sends a fluttering sensation along my extremities and my stomach. My breath quickens. I have the need to run away from him. Those eyes have turned warm, and for some reason, he prolongs the grip longer than he should. I feel the warmth of his skin. Suddenly, I’m too aware of his closeness. For a moment, I look at his big calloused hand, swallowing mine. I enjoy the electric pulses that his touch creates.Scared of how I feel, I tug my hand out of his grasp, taking a step back. “Is it the haircut or the five-thousand-dollar suit?” he asks. “There has to be a good reason why you don’t like me.” “Maybe both,” I reply. “Tell me, Dean, is that name strictly to pick up women?” He shakes his head. “It’s a way to keep undesired attention. Introducing myself as Tucker Decker is…something I stopped doing a long time ago.” I laugh. “Your ego has been pumped that much that you think women will throw themselves at your feet?” “Baby, I don’t need a bunch of women to stroke my ego to know when a woman is attracted to me. The question is, why are you fighting it?” he says boldly. “You’re full of shit,” I say, blowing out some air, before I smack him. “Tuck, the jet is ready. We promised to meet Nana for brunch,” Ethan says. “Is Rocco coming?” Ethan steps inside, shaking his head. “Nope, and it’s for the best, Zeke isn’t going to take the new Patrick well. At least the fiancée is sweet.” “You’re judging her without knowing her,” I declare. “If you knew Rocco, you’d know why we’re cautious,” Ethan says. “I can’t apologize for watching over my friend. Aren’t you concerned that your sister is dating a rock star?” A pit of hopelessness opens in my stomach, should I be concerned? “I…” “He’s a good guy,” Tucker says. “Trust takes time, and I’m sure it’s both ways. We don’t expect you to welcome him with open arms.” “I trust my sister,” I say. “Maybe we don’t trust Rocco and that’s the root of it all,” he tells me and winks, leaving without letting me ask any questions. Who are you marrying, Sienna Heywood?
About the Author
Claudia is an award-winning, USA Today bestselling author. She writes alluring, thrilling stories about complicated women and the men who take their breath away. She lives in Denver, Colorado with her husband and her youngest two children. She has a sweet Bichon, Macey, who thinks she’s the ruler of the house. She’s only partially right. When Claudia is not writing, you can find her reading, knitting, or just hanging out with her family. At night, I like to binge-watch shows with his equal geek husband.
I might as well permanently add the label “Ex” to my name. I’m an Ex-Mr. Universe. Ex-Mr. Olympus. An Ex-Hollywood Stuntman. But no one from my small hometown cares anything about that. They only care that I’m the ex-boyfriend to the beloved Mayor’s daughter, Elaina Dyker.
And now, ten years later, I’m back, helping my siblings run my mother’s bakery while she takes on chemo. What should have been a routine cupcake delivery turns into utter chaos when the bachelorette party thinks I’m a stripper. And what’s worse? Elaina is the maid of honor.
But the meme about us sure went viral fast. My small hometown has become positively infested with tipsy bridesmaids looking for my erotic cupcakes.
Now Hollywood’s knocking again—and this time they want me and my ex, Mr. Beefcake and Ms. Prude, to star in a reality show.
It could solve all my problems—except her.
I arched my brow at her. “I bragged about knowing you so well…but man. I did not see this almond croissant massacre coming. What do you have against almonds? Or was it the amount of butter that offended you? Because as a fitness expert, let me tell you butter isn’t the enemy. Sugar is the enemy.”She laughed. “I, uh…I might have some anger management issues.”I took the bag from her and peeked in. There were knuckle marks against the outside of the croissant. Literal knuckle marks. I barked a laugh. “Elaina Dyker. Did you punch the croissant?”She laughed, pressing her lips together as though this would hide the fact that I saw her adorable little giggle. She brought her thumb and forefinger up beside her temple. “Maybe a little.”“Did you even try a bite?”She shook her head no. “I like my routine. I like my daily lunch of yogurt and almonds.”I made a face. Because she had to be exaggerating. Sure…she liked them. But having that same thing every day? Even chocolate cake every day would get tedious. “You can like yogurt and almonds but still indulge every now and then, you know.” I reached in and pinched off a piece of the smashed croissant, holding it out toward her lips. “C’mon. Live a little. I promise you, it is actually healthy, if that’s your concern.” Not that she needed to be concerned about that. “Almond flour. Gluten free. Grain free. Only two net carbs. The only sugar is the honey in the honey roasted almonds and the natural sugar in dates.” Her eyes grew wide at that and I knew I had hooked her. She reached out her hand to take the piece of croissant from me, but I pulled back. “Nuh-uh,” I teased. “We can’t have your fingers getting sticky. Might ruin that fancy suit you’re wearing.” She rolled her eyes, but parted her wet lips, her tongue peeking out just enough for me to place the croissant on top of. She moaned as soon as it hit her mouth, and her eyes fell closed as she slowly chewed and swallowed. “That’s…that’s healthy?”I nodded. “See? I’m not just a pile of muscles. I’ve got some talent, too.”Her head fell to the side. “I never said you weren’t talented. I just wish you wouldn’t show off quite so much of your other assets.”I grinned. “I thought you liked my assets?”“I do,” she answered absentmindedly, then immediately shook her head, realizing what she’d said. “I mean, I did.”
As an author and a story-teller, it is the lifeblood to which my ideas take flight. And I believe in giving credit where credit is due. Occasionally someone (ie – my husband) will try to secretly switch out my beloved regular coffee for decaf. I always know the difference. ALWAYS (I’m looking at you, SEAN).I am incapable of achieving the perfect ponytail. I’m dyslexic. I can never wear white without spilling on myself. And I’ve never read Pride and Prejudice (gasp!).When I was younger and stole my mother’s Harlequins to read beneath the covers with a flashlight (seriously, did we ALL do this? I think we did.), I wanted to read about the tough as nails heroine. The perfectly imperfect girl with quirks and attitude and sass. And the anti-heroes who were anything but “Prince Charming.” Forget the knight on a white horse… give me the bad boy on a motorcycle.So, now, I write those romance novels I craved to see on the shelves all those years ago—the sassy heroines. The badass heroes. I spend my days in the throes of my imagination, and am loving every minute of it. I can travel anywhere and become anyone I want to be. One day, I’m a mechanic in Boston and the next, I’m a vampire stripping in Las Vegas.Since penning my first novel back in 2012, I’m now an international author with 15 published books, in a wide range of contemporary romance genres–(Paranormal, New Adult, Small town, Erotic Suspense… you name it!).After living for a decade in Brooklyn, NY, I took the plunge and moved to beautiful (although kinda chilly) Portland, Maine. I now live full time in ‘Vacationland’ with a kind of mean cat, a mellow chihuahua, and a very NOT mellow lab-pittie mix. Oh, yeah… there’s a husband who draws comics somewhere in that mix, too. I can usually be found in a coffee shop with my nose in my laptop wearing fabulous (albeit sometimes impractical) shoes.I love connecting with readers and fellow sassy storytellers, so feel free to drop me an email at email@example.com or connect with me on Facebook,Instagram, and Twitter (@katanacollins). You can find a list of my available books over on my Bookshelf or if you’ve already read a book, it would make my day if you wrote a review!
Their relationship changes again when Celia learns the devil takes care of his own. Edward Fasbender is my savior. From the ashes of who I once was, he is helping me to rise. He has a list of people who have wronged him. And now he’s adding names to that list. Names that I gave him. And we will have our revenge.
MY REVIEW by CEE CEE HOUSTON
Revenge is best served cold…
… Or so the saying goes. But, in Edward and Celia’s story, cold is the last thing they are feeling. Edward had wanted revenge on those who have wronged him in the past, Celia had once been part of that revenge… against her father.
Now, Edward knows the truth, the whole horrible truth and his sights are set elsewhere, even more so when he unveils the twisted, rotting and ugly ties that haunt Celia’s past, and her nightmares.
They converge in one man. A man who is the vilest of them all. A grubby, depraved and dangerous man. A man who thinks he’s above the law.
Edward has a plan, it’s a long-playing one and during this time, we get to see them grow as a couple, in strength and compatibility. Their attraction and chemistry never waivers. Edward loves hard and completely. Celia loves to get lost inside his dominance.
It’s been said before and I’ll say it again.
Celia was an easy character to hate in the ‘Fixed’ series. But, here in her own ‘Slay’ series, she truly gets to shine. To be that person she was all along hidden in plain sight. There’s goodness inside her that Edward saw, that he was compelled by. He’s got his ‘bird’ now and he’s not letting her go.
Revenge is the grittiest, hardest, most luridly descriptive story so far in this Slay universe. There are bits in here that are difficult to read. Eye-opening moments-for me at least. But, that’s not to say the story isn’t good or well written, because it so is. There’s stuff in here that I cringe thinking of how Ms. Paige came about the information. It’s dark and brutal, but if you can push through it, you’ll have the most heart wrenching, love confirming, dare I say beautiful and poignant story. It will pull you so far out of your comfort zone, you’ll be dizzy for days.
Edward finally let loose some of his past but, it’s Celia’s that is front and center of this book. But, when the chips are down, Edward is the one who carries the day. He may be a devil in disguise at times, he may be hot, sexy as sin and have the sexual appetite of a Titan, but this man??
OH EM GEEEE!!!… this man!!
He brought me to my knees, and HE made me cry. Not only for what he did for Celia but how he became her crusader. In EVERY sense.
This is part three of a four-part series, if you haven’t read either Rivalry or Ruin then stop now. You must read them first or you will be totally lost, and missing out on two fabulous stories.
This one is going to stay with me for a long time to come. Revenge might be best served cold, but when it’s in the culprit’s face, up close and personal, it’s soooo much better. Just ask Edward Fasbender.
With millions of books sold worldwide, Laurelin Paige is a New York Times, Wall Street Journal and USA Today Bestselling Author. She is a sucker for a good romance and gets giddy anytime there’s kissing, much to the embarrassment of her three daughters. Her husband doesn’t seem to complain, however. When she isn’t reading or writing sexy stories, she’s probably singing, watching Game of Thrones or Letterkenny, or dreaming of Michael Fassbender. She’s also a proud member of Mensa International though she doesn’t do anything with the organization except use it as material for her bio. She is represented by Rebecca Friedman.
They both have regrets. And when the truth comes to light— Everything between them could be ruined.
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Growing up, Grayson Legend and Kennedy Knowles were inseparable. They turned to each other when their families were nothing more than worthless guardians, and had promised each other to always stay friends.
Then Kennedy did the unthinkable. She fell in love with her best friend. And after finally finding the courage to let him know— Grayson took off.
After walking away from his best friend because he didn’t feel like he would ever be good enough to give Kennedy what she wanted or needed, Grayson Legend has become a household name in the MMA fighting world.
When he runs into Kennedy at a fight in Vegas, he immediately determines to do one thing—never let her go again.
She has a secret. They both have regrets. And when the truth comes to light— Everything between them could be ruined.
One accidental pregnancy. One fake husband. What can go wrong?
There’s nothing like starting your Monday morning with a positive pregnancy test. Trust me, I know. Because I’m looking at one right now. All I can think is: Oh, hell. My grandmother is going to kill me. This might just send her to an early grave, so there’s only one option—pretending the father is my new husband. If only he’d agree to fake it. Kai Connors was supposed to be nothing more than a one-night stand. A long, dirty, one-night stand fueled by one too many tequila shots, where the only promise was to never speak of it again. But if my unfairly sexy next-door neighbor gets his way, this fake marriage could turn out to be very, very real…
It’s cover reveal day for Kayley Loring and it’s HOT!! You will be enchanted by this steamy romantic comedy about Nico, a dreamy singer-songwriter who falls hard for a single mom and her young son! Add to your TBR today!
Title: Charmer Cover Designer: Stacy Garcia, Graphics by Stacy Genre: Romantic Comedy Release Date: April 2nd
NICO She serves me coffee late at night when I come around to write lyrics,but it’s not the caffeine I’ve gotten addicted to.We’ve got the spark, but she’s the only woman in townwho seems to be immune to my charms.When it’s time for me to leave for my cross-country tour,I just can’t imagine not seeing her for months.So I offer her a job on the road with me.
KAT Everyone in LA knows that Nico Todd has a way with songs and with the ladies.What he doesn’t know is that I would love to let him have his way with me.But my life can only revolve around one infuriatingly cute guy—the six-year-old that I live with.Imagine my surprise when Nico finds out about my little boyand tells me to bring him and my mom on the road too.And imagine Nico’s surprise when he realizes my sonis the biggest charmer of them all.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Before writing steamy romantic comedy novels, Kayley Loring got a BFA in creative writing from a Canadian university and had a fifteen-year career as a screenwriter in Los Angeles (under a different name). She mostly wrote PG-13 family comedies that studios would pay her lots of money for and then never make into movies. In 2017 she decided to move to the Pacific Northwest and write about all the fun stuff that she wasn’t allowed to write about in those PG-13 scripts. Now she’s breathing cleaner air and writing dirtier words. It’s an adjustment she’s happily getting used to.