Title: The Summer of Us 
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date April 30, 2020

Summer is coming and it’s going to be a HOT one!!!
I read this last year as part of an anthology. It was just a wonderful little snippet, now it’s all grown up and become a full length book. 

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She was the light in my dark life. The sunshine that warmed me and made me smile. We had one summer. One perfect summer, until the day it ended. Years later, she walked back into my life. Older. Sadder. More beautiful than ever. How can I prove to her that summer was real?How do I make her see that boy that loved her then, still loves her now?
How do we get back to the summer when we were us?

*Based on the short story from One Hot Summer
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New York Times/Wall Street Journal/USA Today bestselling author Melanie Moreland, lives a happy and content life in a quiet area of Ontario with her beloved husband of twenty-seven-plus years and their rescue cat, Amber. Nothing means more to her than her friends and family, and she cherishes every moment spent with them.

While seriously addicted to coffee, and highly challenged with all things computer-related and technical, she relishes baking, cooking, and trying new recipes for people to sample. She loves to throw dinner parties, and also enjoys traveling, here and abroad, but finds coming home is always the best part of any trip.

Melanie loves stories, especially paired with a good wine, and enjoys skydiving (free falling over a fleck of dust) extreme snowboarding (falling down stairs) and piloting her own helicopter (tripping over her own feet.) She’s learned happily ever afters, even bumpy ones, are all in how you tell the story.

Melanie is represented by Flavia Viotti at Bookcase Literary Agency. For any questions regarding subsidiary or translation rights please contact her at  flavia@bookcaseagency.com

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Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: March 31


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He’s not your average Joe from the corner bar. 

He’s the heir to the crown. 

I should know, I’ve followed him for years. 

Not in a stalkerish way. 

Magazines and online gossip blogs are fair game when you’re royalty.

But I do know every detail about him, down to the brand of boxer briefs he wears. 

All my studying of the man who plays a starring role in my dreams pays off when I win a dinner with him. 

As if that wasn’t enough, he barters a deal with me that has him moving into my spare guest room.


Some mistakes are worth making!!!

A Royal Mistake is the second in the ‘Rooftop Crew’ series. It follows Sierra Banders(Blanca’s best friend from My Bestie’s Ex, book 1 in the series., and Sierra’s crush, Prince Adrian Marx. Yes, he’s a real-life prince, no pretend Charming here.

Sierra is a small-town journalist and has entered a competition to win a date with Adrian. She never in the world expected to win. 

Except she does.

What follows is a whirlwind of a romance filled with heat, sexy banter and some serious past issues getting in the way. Sierra has a hard time showing her soft, vulnerable side and this makes her seem indifferent to what’s happening around her sometimes. She’s anything, but, though and hides her emotions deep inside. It’s only Adrian who sees through this and pulls the feeling out.

Adrian might be a prince, but he’s having a hard time too. His family is in crisis and they want him to step up. Only that’s not what he wants and when he meets Sierra and spends some time with her, he realizes he wants the royal strings even less than he thought.

Sierra came off as a hard character to like, never mind love, in book one. But, Piper Ryane has done an excellent job of changing that view. I truly do love Sierra now, and who can resist a gorgeous, fit real-life prince. Not this girl!!

Also, there’s plenty of fun and interaction​ with all the characters from the previous book. We get a snapshot of their lives moving on (especially Blanca and Ethan- let’s just say Mama Bianco will be happy).

Grab your copy and join in the fun with the ‘Rooftop Crew’.

About Piper Rayne  

Piper Rayne, or Piper and Rayne, whichever you prefer because we’re not one author, we’re two. Yep, you get two USA Today Bestselling authors for the price of one. Our goal is to bring you romance stories that have “Heartwarming Humor With a Side of Sizzle” (okay…you caught us, that’s our tagline). 

A little about us…. We both have kindle’s full of one-clickable books. We’re both married to husbands who drive us to drink. We’re both chauffeurs to our kids. Most of all, we love hot heroes and quirky heroines that make us laugh, and we hope you do, too.

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THE REDEMPTION by Nikki Sloane~Book four in the Filthy Rich Americans Saga by USA Today bestselling author Nikki Sloane


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Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: March 31, 2020!

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“I excelled at many things, but the one thing I hadn’t mastered was losing with grace.” Macalister Hale


Once, the name Macalister Hale was uttered in the boardroom with respect. Now, it’s whispered in disgrace at cocktail parties hosted by Boston’s elite.

Scandal nearly destroyed me, but the one thing larger than my infamy is my bank account, and I’ve learned money can solve anything.

Well—almost anything.

Sophia Alby’s preferred currency is secrets and the way she trades information puts Wall Street to shame.

This girl charges into my life and claims a partnership can restore my reputation. My downfall was swift, but with her, my climb to redemption will be greater.

Our arrangement is professional. Appropriate. It has to be, because she’s half my age. But it doesn’t stop me from wanting . . .

To move on. To control and indulge in her. To hear the name Macalister Hale echo in her breathy moans.

But I can’t. Giving in to temptation led to my undoing before, and I won’t survive it a second time.

To the rest of the world I’m the villain, but to her? I’ll be the hero.

The Redemption is book four in the Filthy Rich Americans Saga and is Macalister Hale’s story.


About Nikki

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.Now she lives in Kentucky, is married and has two sons. She is a three-time Romance Writers of America RITA© Finalist, a Passionate Plume winner, a HOLT Medallion finalist, and couldn’t be any happier that people enjoy reading her sexy words.

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Attracting Aubrey, an all-new sexy, laugh-out-loud standalone romance in the Gone Wild series from Wall Street Journal bestselling author Avery Flynn, is out now! 

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Genre: Romantic Comedy
Released: Mar 24th

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Carter went from an untouchable movie star to the man I’m falling for.


I never dreamed I’d meet my celebrity crush while stealing every single pair of my best friend’s pants. 

Trust me, my life is not that wild. In fact, the most excitement I usually get is running my fan-favorite Insta thirst account featuring butt-tastic pics of Hollywood superhero Carter Hayes. So, imagine my shock when, in the middle of the cruise ship hallway, I realize the guy whose shirt I’m stuffing slacks inside of is Carter disguised as a tourist. How I manage not to faint dead away, I’ve got no clue. 

When word leaks that Carter might be on board, he asks me to help him maintain his cover. There’s no way I’m gonna say no to that. I just don’t share that I’m the anonymous woman behind the fan account that reported sighting him onboard. No biggie. Right? 

However, when things between us go from friendly to hot to OMG-I-can’t-keep-my-clothes-on-around-him, all I can do is hope he never discovers my secret. You see, somewhere along the way, Carter went from an untouchable movie star to the man I’m falling for.


Fast, fun read that’s over too soon.

Attracting Aubrey by Avery Flynn is book 3 in the ‘Gone Wild’ series written by five different authors. I haven’t the two previous books but after having devoured this one in a single sitting, I’m about to rectify that matter.This is a continuing story of five college friends who decided to go on a cruise together but ended up being sent to the singles’ version of what they had booked.I laughed out loud at the antics this group of friends got up to, but when it came to time alone between Carter and Aubrey, the heat setting went through the roof. The chemistry between these two characters was palpable, and their back and forth banter was witty and full of sexual innuendo.Aubrey just wants to forget her small town life, while Carter, a Hollywood movie star, just wants to prove he can be incognito when he wants. He’s trying to win a role in a new movie and doesn’t need any attention fixed on him from fans.This was a fast, fun read and it’s only failing was that it was too short, I’d have loved a full novel from this group of friends.


This was beyond a doubt the weirdest experience Carter Hayes had ever had and he’d once spent six hours on a green screen sound stage wearing a CGI suit and pretending to fight a one-eyed zombie giant with poisonous farts. When he’d turned the corner and found the cute blonde giggling to herself as she pulled one pair of pants after another out of a suitcase, he thought she might be a little touched, as his grandmother used to say. When she held one pair up in the air and declared she was freeing Grace’s sexy thighs, he figured she was drunk already. And just when he thought it couldn’t get more bizarre, she managed to pull him in as an accessory to pants theft and now she wanted him to shove four pairs of pants down his shirt?
This was a mistake.
It would only draw attention to himself when he was supposed to be observing others, not be observed. The last thing he needed was for anyone to realize that he wasn’t mild mannered dental laboratory technician Carter Van Stettle from Iowa. This cruise was his opportunity to prove to indie-darling director Kennedy Howard that he could disappear into a part, that movie goers could look up at the big screen and see him as anyone other than The Admiral.
He was all ready to return the pants to their rightful owner and be on his way. It was the smart thing to do. Then, the thief beside him said please and, well, one could only play the most debonair superhero to ever top the box office for so long before some of the character stuck to them. He stuffed the stupid pants up his shirt and tucked the hem of it into his shorts to keep them from falling out. The special effects team on his last movie would have laughed their asses off, but the pants’ paunch effect was actually pretty good.

About Avery Flynn


USA Today bestselling romance author Avery Flynn has three slightly-wild children, loves a hockey-addicted husband and is desperately hoping someone invents the coffee IV drip.

She fell in love with romance while reading Johanna Lindsey’s Mallory books. It wasn’t long before Avery had read through all the romance offerings at her local library. Needing a romance fix, she turned to Harlequin’s four books a month home delivery service to ease the withdrawal symptoms. That worked for a short time, but it wasn’t long before the local book stores’ staff knew her by name.

Avery was a reader before she was a writer and hopes to always be both. She loves to write about smartass alpha heroes who are as good with a quip as they are with their *ahem* other God-given talents. Her heroines are feisty, fierce and fantastic. Brainy and brave, these ladies know how to stand on their own two feet and knock the bad guys off theirs.

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RELEASE BOOST: Liar, Liar, Hearts on Fire~Bro Code #3 by Pippa Grant

RELEASE BLITZ: Liar, Liar, Hearts on Fire~Bro Code #3 by Pippa Grant

Title: Liar, Liar, Hearts on Fire
Series: Bro Code #3
Genre: Romantic Comedy
 Released: March 24, 2020

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Never borrow pants from your brother. Especially if he’s a size smaller than you are, because all that pressure in the junk will short-circuit your brain.

And you’ll lie to a woman in a club about your real name.

Leave her unsatisfied after making out in a bathroom.

Then find out that she’s the one thing standing in the way of your dreams. And she very much doesn’t like being lied to.

Now I have to convince Lila Valentine—the woman I can’t stop thinking about, my biggest regret, and my new boss—that I’m what’s best for the baseball team she’s inherited.

If we can’t work together to save the Fireballs, the commissioner’s forcing a sale and moving them across the country.

I’ll do anything to save my home team.

But the one thing I can’t do?

Keep my hands to myself.

Which would be fine, if she hadn’t been telling me lies this whole time too.

Liar, Liar, Hearts on Fire is a rocking fun romance between a single dad obsessed with baseball, an heiress with secrets, baseball pants, a rundown team, and rabid ducks. It stands alone and comes with a guaranteed happily-ever-after.


5 humongous, laughing myself silly stars.

No matter how upset or sad you might feel upon starting reading a book by Pippa Grant, you can be sure that within minutes of opening your e-book or PB, that you WILL be smiling. Laughing, snorting and shaking your head in disbelief at just how funny this writer’s books are.Liar, Liar, Hearts On Fire is the newest addition to this growing pile of gut-busting stories.It’s hilarious, adorable, sweet and freaking just the best remedy for the world we are currently facing.It’s not all fun and games though. This book has a bit more of a serious side to it, and Tripp’s issues and coming to terms with them made me wanna cry and hug the heck out of him. He’s a man lost in his own head and facing irrational fears. He knows it, be he can’t seem to get over it. He moved back home to be closer to his Bro Code family and his parents. But, he’s a man on the edge- and a man with a mission.Buy the Fireballs and make them the best baseball team-ever!Lila Valentine has spent the last decade pretending and hiding. When her uncle dies and leaves her the Fireballs, she comes to Copper Valley to set it to rights- not to sell them.Of course these two clash over the best way to deal with their disagreements, but with time, they start to see each other better. They get each other.Lila and Tripp might have had a rough start, but it’s not long before they’re fully invested. Until… oh, my God. I cried. I literally cried for Tripp. I felt his pain and remorse.Like I said, it’s not all rainbow and roses, but at the end of the day, hearts are all that matter. I think this might just be my new favorite Pippa Grant book. Certainly the best ‘Bro Code’ one.


The squawking erupts again nearby and saves me. There are no visible chickens on the field, and it gets louder as we approach the dugout on the first base side.
Louder and more intense.
Very intense.
Like, are there chicken police? Because we might need the chicken police.I drift directly behind Tripp while we approach the noise, shameless in using him as a human shield if this is a chicken uprising. What’s that movie? The one with the apes that rebel and take over the world? That’s what this sounds like, except with feathers and clucks instead of chest-pounding and grunts.
“Should we call security?” My self-defense classes didn’t cover protecting yourself from rabid chickens.
“That’d be a foul,” he murmurs. And then chuckles to himself, and oh my god.“Foul—fowl? Like a bird-fowl? Did you just make a dad joke at a time like this?”
“A time like this? You mean a random Tuesday night at a deserted ball field?”
“At a time when the chickens are gathering for a ritualistic sacrifice of one of their own.”
His shoulders shake, and he seems to be struggling to cough.“Oh, god, did you inhale a feather? Is that how this starts? They shed their feathers to choke us to death?”
“Please don’t talk about chickens and choking in the same sentence.”
“That was not a dad joke.”
“No, it was—oh. Duck.”
I squat low, spinning to see what I’m ducking from.
Tripp flips his flashlight on me. I squint and cover my head. “Stop! I can’t see! What’s coming?”
“Lila. Ducks. Ducks. Not chickens. It’s mating ducks.”
He swings the flashlight to the dugout, and—oh.
“Is it…supposed to be that violent?”
There are two ducks under the bench in the dugout, one flapping its wings and chasing the other, who’s squawking so loudly she could wake the dead.And—
Ohmygod, I did not need to see that!”
Duck penis.
Duck penis.
Oh my god. Duck penis. 
Duck penis should not look like that.
Tripp’s bent double laughing.
“Where’s security?” I demand. “Hello? Security? Security? I’ll give whoever removes this duck a ten-thousand-dollar bonus. Right now.”
No one comes running for ten grand, because no one can hear me.
The squawking. It’s a cry for help.
“It’s nature,” Tripp says. He’s wiping his eyes now, he’s laughing so hard. “Give ’em a few. They’ll finish up.”
The girl duck is racing back and forth under the bench.
The boy duck is chasing her with that thing.
And I am not having it. “Shoo. Shoo!
“Lila!” Tripp calls, but I’m already gone.
Flapping my arms. Yelling. Charging the dugout and the ducks.
Why are they even here? There’s no pond here. Winter’s coming. They should be flying to the Caribbean for Mai Tais and sunshine.
And instead, they’re ruining the sanctity of my ballpark.
“Shoo!” I yell again.
I hit the stairs down to the long covered bench, and the boy duck suddenly seems to realize I’m coming at him.
He turns, pointing that thing at me, flaps his wings, and gets this evil glint in his eyes that means I really should’ve thought about what I was doing before I came in here.
“Woo her nicely,” I snap.
He squawks—no, quacks at me.
I need to go back to kindergarten to learn my animal sounds again. I’m a city girl. We don’t do farm animals.
“And put that thing away!
“Lila.” Tripp’s laughing so hard he’s wheezing. He grabs my elbow and tugs. “Let the ducks be.”
“I’d let it be if he wasn’t attacking her.”
“Maybe that’s how ducks have sex.”
Then maybe ducks shouldn’t exist.”
QQQUUUUAAAACCCCCKKKKK!” the boy duck yells.
It’s like a Braveheart yell, and I realize I’m asking the wrong question.
I shouldn’t be asking why is the duck assaulting the other duck in a dugout?
I should be asking what have humans previously done to this duck because he’s going to kill me?
It charges, wings flapping.
I scream and take off running. Tripp mutters a well-timed, oh, fuck and runs with me. “The other dugout,” he shouts, pointing to the dugout on the third base side.
Another light flashes up in the stands.
“Security!” I yell. “Arrest the duck! Arrest the duck!
It’s gaining on us. Quacking louder. And it can fly. 
It can fly.
It’s going to swoop over us, poop on our heads, and whack us with that—that—that mutant penis and then scoop us up in its talons, and—
It got me. 
It got me!
“It bit me on the butt.
“Don’t fuck with nature,” Tripp grunts.

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Pippa Grant is a USA Today Bestselling author who writes romantic comedies that will make tears run down your leg. When she’s not reading, writing or sleeping, she’s being crowned employee of the month as a stay-at-home mom and housewife trying to prepare her adorable demon spawn to be productive members of society, all the while fantasizing about long walks on the beach with hot chocolate chip cookies.

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Title: Driving Me Crazy
Genre: Contemporary Rock Star Romantic Comedy
Release Date: March 27, 2020

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If opposites attract, my brother’s best friend and I are perfect for each other.

I’m a balanced, ambitious ER nurse. He’s the immature guy in a successful band who’s basically along for this ride called life.

Everything’s going great between us until the night he makes a stupid mistake that changes everything. When I can’t see a future with him, I end it.

But the two of us are contractually obligated to go on a road trip across the country, and since his reality show will be filming us, we have to act like we’re a couple.

He blasts music I can’t stand, stops at strange roadside attractions, and chooses my least favorite restaurants. Despite all that, I still see the sides of him that I was starting to fall in love with.

Can we find our way back to each other, or will he just keep driving me crazy?


This is MFB~my favorite book!!!

Driving Me Crazy by Lisa Suzanne, is yet another hit for me from this amazing author. Each book she releases just gets better and better. It can make me laugh, cry, yell in anger or encouragement and just about every emotion in between. She doesn’t hold her punches when it comes to getting her characters to where they need to be.Rascal is a member of MFB, but he’s not ‘feeling’ it at the moment, and Amber is dedicated to her job as an ER nurse but still wants that something extra in her life. They end up on a road trip and OMG, talk about passion, angst, and some hot chemistry. I loved these two and had a great time reading their story. Love, life and the open road- what more do they need?

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Lisa Suzanne is a romance author who resides in Arizona with her husband and two kids. She’s a former high school English teacher and college composition instructor. When she’s not chasing her toddler or cuddling her newborn, she can be found working on her latest book or watching reruns of Friends.

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BLOG TOUR: Five First Dates by Erin McCarthy

Five First Dates, an all-new fun and flirty rom-com from New York Times bestselling author Erin McCarthy. Available now.

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Title: Five First Dates 
Genre: Romantic Comedy 
Release Date: March 23rd


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Every perfect rom-com has a twist that leads the heroine to her happily ever after.

Me? Somehow, in any room full of prince charmings, I always manage to find the one frog.

So this time, I’ve found my own twist. Four of my friends will each set me up. Four first dates. Four chances at my own happily-ever-after.

My brother’s best friend even offered to watch my baby while I’m out finding true love. 

Only Maddox has sure grown up since I saw him last. The guy next door now looks more like the guy on a magazine cover. He’s inked and sexy. Muscular. Utterly irresistible. And… big.

Surely having a brother’s-friend-with-benefits won’t hurt my search for Mr. Right.

Especially if he’s my fifth first date…


A fun, charming story that will make you smile.

Five First Dates by Erin McCarthy, is a standalone romantic comedy, it does have characters from Weekend Wife, but it’s not necessary to have read that book first, although it does add a level of fun you won’t have if you don’t.

Maddox has known Savannah most of his life and he had a huge crush on her during his high school years. Savannah was totally unaware of Maddox’s feelings and she hasn’t see the nerdy best friend of her younger brother since he was eighteen.

Five years later, Savannah is in a pickle. She’s a single mom in need of some help and Maddox needs a place to stay. It should be easy. Sav had a soft spot for her brother’s bestie, he was kind of her friend too, while she lived at home, so it should be simple to slip back into that friendship.

She is taken aback by the tatted up gorgeous hunk of a man who knocks on her apartment door.

She hasn’t been with a guy since her ex dumped her when she told him she was pregnant and her baby son, Sully is now six months old. Some might say it was just her hormones going a little crazy. But, Savannah finds it all too easy to fall for Maddox.

But, it wasn’t just lust on either side. Maddox has had deep feelings for Savannah from the beginning and it only got stronger the longer they spent together. He might come across as a tough guy, but he’s all heart and has some swoon-worthy moves.

They’re very little angst, but plenty of heat and chemistry that will satisfy your craving for a sweet, sexy story.


I woke up with a start, sitting up in panic. There was drool in the corner of my mouth. Why was I in bed? Where was my son?
I stumbled out of bed, heart racing.
I remembered almost immediately that Maddox had arrived and had told me to take a power nap. Right. Geez. I slowed down in the hallway, putting my hand onto my chest to take a deep breath and calm down. Sully was fine. He was with Maddox.
But when I went into the living room, they weren’t there. I realized the bathroom door was closed and the shower was running. Hold on. If Maddox was in the shower, where was Sully? Was he lying on my bathroom floor, which I had to admit, hadn’t been cleaned recently? The thought of my child rolling around on that cold, damp germ-riddled floor had me opening the bathroom door to rescue him.Sully wasn’t on the floor. He wasn’t anywhere to be found.
My panic kicked into high gear again, and without hesitating, I ripped back the shower curtain to demand Maddox explain where the hell my child was. The words died on my tongue. Because Sully was in the shower with Maddox, looking pink and chubby and delighted, hand out in front of him to catch the water as he rested comfortably on Maddox’s hip.
Maddox’s naked hip.
Maddox, who didn’t look pink and chubby and delighted.
Maddox, who looked like a hard, sexy-as-hell, bad boy.
His head was under the water, body turned toward me so Sullivan was out of the direct line of the stream. Which meant I could see every single full-frontal inch of Maddox. He was hard. Everywhere. Muscles on muscles, decorated with tattoos over a good fifty percent of his incredible body. Incredible and firm body.
I tried not to look at everything. I really tried. But my gaze seemed to have a life of its own and took a peek at his lower body.
My mouth went dry. My cheeks hot.
That was a big cock.
Inches from me.
“Hey, is everything okay?” he asked, pulling me out of my dumbfounded stupor.
I yanked my gaze back to his face, mortified.
“You didn’t sleep very long,” he said when I just stared at him. He didn’t look even remotely uncomfortable with the fact that he was standing under a stream of hot water totally naked in front of me.
Finally, I pried my tongue off of the roof of my mouth. “I’m sorry, oh my God. I didn’t mean to…” I gestured to his body. “I just woke up and I didn’t know where Sully was and I freaked out. I’m not used to having help…” I trailed off, pressing my lips shut.
Maddox just gave me a grin. “Not a problem. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I should have told you I wanted a shower.”
Sully reached for me, bless his little heart. He saved me from further embarrassment.
“Grab a towel before you take him,” Maddox said. “He’s slippery.” He looked down at Sully and bounced him on his hip a little. “Aren’t you, little man?”
Now that my eyes were studiously focused above the waist, and I’d dragged my sex-deprived mind out of the gutter, I was amazed at how at ease Maddox was with my son. He’d been made to hold a baby, and as I reached for a towel, I felt a yearning for a father for Sully for the first time ever.
This was all really confusing, dangerous, and potentially disastrous.
I needed sleep and sex, clearly.
Towel in hand I got as close as was necessary to take Sully safely without touching any of Maddox’s naked body. My cheeks were hot. “Maybe I can take a shower after you,” I said. “I think I’m on day three without one.”
“You could hop in now,” he said. “There’s room.”
Maddox said it like it was totally normal. Like he wasn’t naked in front of a woman who’d never seen him naked before. Like he had seen me naked before, which he most definitely hadn’t. Like we were a couple with a baby and not old friends, if you could even really say that. It wasn’t like I knew Maddox. We’d never talked about anything real. He’d just always been around our house with Steven.
This new dynamic was bizarre for me.
“Why are you teasing me?” I asked, genuinely curious. And again, no filter. “It was always the other way around. I teased you because I was older.”
His eyebrows shot up as I took Sully from him and wrapped him fully in the towel. “Am I teasing you? Is that what I’m doing?”
“Well. Yes. Aren’t you?”
He put his head under the water and ran his hand over it. A few water drops arched out and landed on my arm. So much wet skin. Everywhere, just skin and wet. Lord, I was losing it.
“I was flirting, not teasing. There is a difference.”
That befuddled me. “Why?”
“Because you’re an attractive woman and I’m a normal guy who likes to flirt with women. Or maybe I’m just being friendly.”
I backed up, needing space. The room was warm and humid and I was having a very difficult time not looking where I shouldn’t look. “This arrangement isn’t going to work if you do that. Say suggestive things all the time.”
“Why? It’s not a big deal.” Maddox stared at me with those dark eyes. Intently. “Is it?”
What the hell was he really asking me? I had no idea.
I was flustered and I took another step backward. “Maddy. Stop. You’re barely out of high school and I’m a mother. You’re going to be my nanny. We have to be professional. Maybe that’s not the right word, but you know what I mean. Friends who are helping each other. Platonic friends. Not flirty. You’re like a little brother to me.”
The look he gave me was smoldering. His nostrils flared. His shoulders tensed. He paused with the bottle of shampoo in his hand. “Sure,” he said, his casual voice completely at odds with the intensity of his expression. “Whatever you want, Savannah. I promise not to flirt with you.”
Then he grabbed the curtain and pulled it shut, blocking him from my view.
Good. Great. Perfect. Glad we had established boundaries. That was the way it needed to be.
I had no business behaving in any other way than as a big sister to Maddox.
So why did I feel so disappointed?
Because I didn’t look at him and see a kid brother anymore. I hadn’t known him in years and he was different now. It was terrifying.
I took my son out of the bathroom and to my bedroom to get him diapered and dressed.
Maybe it was time to start dating again. Over a year without a date or sex was clearly too long.
I was an eternal optimist. I believed in a happily ever after. I could watch romantic comedies for seventy-two hours straight. I loved love.
Unfortunately, I wasn’t very good at it personally.
My friends all told me I was too quick to overlook red flags and to give people second chances. The first was probably accurate. The second I stood by. Everyone deserves a second chance. But my bullshit meter was definitely broken.
Sully’s father had looked great on paper. A contracts lawyer. Apartment in SoHo. Wealthy parents who had given him a private school education in Manhattan. He’d said he was interested in a relationship. In leaving behind his playboy twenties and settling down into something “real” since he had turned thirty.
Apparently, an unplanned pregnancy had been too real.
I had expected him to be shocked and not entirely thrilled with the news. I had not expected him to be livid. When I had told him I was having the baby, he’d punched a hole in the wall, terrifying me. He’d said terrible things, accused me of entrapment.
No happily ever after.
Just me getting the hell out of there and vowing to stay the hell away from Adam. It was probably the first time I would not have given someone a second chance. Not that he’d wanted one, but my concern had shifted from my own personal feelings to concern for my unborn baby.
The maternal instinct was strong. Like the force.
I wanted no part of a father being around if he resented it.
Laying Sully on my bed, I rubbed his soft skin with the towel and felt my heart swell with love for him. He was perfection even if his sperm donor had been, well, not so great.
I hated to think of him as a dick. Even if he was one.
Moving quickly before Sully objected, I got a diaper on him and a clean onesie. Then little khakis and a blue sweater. The fact that they made khakis for six-month-old babies gave me a happiness I couldn’t even express. Could anything on the planet be cuter?
I picked him up and gave him a belly kiss. “You look like a little man,” I cooed to him.
“He looks like a Best Buy employee,” Maddox said from the doorway. His expression was amused. I frowned. Maddox was standing there in his towel. “What do you think he should wear, a skull and crossbones? He’s six months old.”
“That or maybe a puppy T-shirt or something. What you have on him now is what my grandfather wears to church.”
Offended, I wanted to exit my bedroom, but he was blocking the door. “You have a lot of opinions for someone who isn’t a parent. I’m the fashion expert, remember? I can handle dressing a baby. My baby.”
He held his hands up, nearly giving me a heart attack when his towel slipped. He grabbed it before it dropped to the floor. “Sorry. I was just teasing. I would never judge you on how you parent. I just thought since we’re friends, we can be cool with each other.”
That flustered me. I had really thought this was going to be a lot easier. More comfortable. But Maddox was confusing me. “I guess that’s fair,” I said, because I didn’t know what else to say. “I did used to tease you a lot when you were a kid, like I said before.”
He was leaning on the doorframe, showing no signs of moving or getting dressed or even putting the towel back in place. He was just holding it in front of his junk, but his hips were exposed.
“No, you didn’t. Not really.” His voice was soft. “I took a lot of crap from other kids for being the poor kid with the hot, young mom, but you weren’t like that. You were nice to me, Savannah, and I appreciated it. More than you know.”
My shoulders relaxed. I felt a warmth for him that was more familiar territory. Maddox had been a quiet kid, Steven his primary friend. I had felt sorry for him because he’d lived over a restaurant in downtown Stroudsburg while the rest of us in our school lived in suburban houses. His mother had been a waitress, very young, a MILF before the term had existed. Guys had always been catcalling her and flirting with her and she’d been sassy, flipping them off and hurtling wisecracks back.
She’d called Maddox “Weirdo” all the time. It had seemed to be an affectionate nickname, but not one I would have enjoyed.
“How is your mom?” I asked. “And your brother and sisters?”
He finally wrapped the towel around himself fully, tucking the edge. “She’s good. She’s freaking out about turning thirty-nine, but otherwise she’s great.”
Holy cow, his mother was only thirteen years older than me? That would have made her fifteen when he was born.
Having been raising Sully on my own for six months at my age, I had a whole new respect for his mother.
“The kids are all mostly normal, mostly not assholes.” There was warmth and pride in his voice. “Mike is great, too. I never thought I wanted a stepfather but he’s an alright guy. He’s the one who got me interested in ink. And motorcycles.”
His stepfather owned an auto body shop back home and he’d seemed successful, moving Maddox and his mother into a colonial before they started producing children one after the other. They were a cool family, with artistic children, and yes, skull and crossbones on their clothes. In comparison, my family had been very traditional. My mother was a teacher, my father an accountant. There was a lot of khaki and beige in our house. I was comfortable with beige. I wanted a colonial in neutral paint colors someday.
I glanced at Maddox’s chest. I couldn’t help it. It was right in front of me. “I’ll make some dinner while you get dressed and you can tell me all about your ink.”
“Sounds like a plan. Here, give me the baby so you can do your thing in the kitchen.” He reached out for Sully.When he did, the knot on the towel gave way a second time and it pooled at his ankles. He didn’t react at all to being fully naked.
He just took my son, saying, “I didn’t mean to mock your threads, little man. It’s not your fault your mom digs khakis.”
He turned and walked down the hallway, ignoring the towel, and giving me a mouthwatering view of a very tight ass.
Note to self: Maddox was comfortable being naked.
I scooped up the abandoned towel and debated whether that was the world’s greatest news or the worst.

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Genre: Dark Romance
Release Date: April 29th



They might be richer than gods, but they’re morally bankrupt.As far as the boys who run America’s most exclusive international academy are concerned, I’m an unwelcome interloper, an inconvenience, and they’re determined to make my life a living hell.When Wren Jacobi sets eyes on Wolf Hall Academy’s newest inductee, all he sees is an easy mark. A reserved little girl with a target painted on her back. He knows nothing of my troubled past, though. Nothing of my mother’s suspicious death, or the horrific treatment I’ve had to endure at the hands of my psychotic father.And he has no idea of the lengths that I, unassuming little Elodie Stillwater, will go to in order to break the savage beast who dreams of breaking me first.There’s a wolf stalking the forests that surround my new school.Little does he know…There are far scarier predators lurking out there in the dark.


“Don’t take this personally, but I can’t see that fucking you would be any fun, Jacobi. You’re too moody. You look like you bite.”
I huff out a sharp bark of laughter. “You bet your fucking ass I do.”
Dash raises his arm, opening one eye so he can peek at me through the crack. “You fuck angry, too, don’t you? Must be terrifying for a girl to have you looming over them, all fire and brimstone and death, knowing they’re about to be destroyed from the inside out.”
“I’ll have you know I’m a very tender lover.”
Dash nearly chokes to death on a scathing fit of laughter. “Bullshit. You wouldn’t know tender if it leapt up and knocked your front fucking teeth out.”
“That’s exactly the kind of tender I’m talking about.”
He smiles, flashing two rows of very white, very straight teeth. If Lord Lovett Snr and Lady Lovett had cared for their son even the littlest bit, they would have spared him the torture of braces when he was a kid and left his teeth a little crooked. With the set of perfect pearly whites on him now, he’s completely flawless. Makes for a classically handsome profile, but it’s also stripped his face of anything really interesting to look at.
“Whatever you say, Dark Lord. Is that how it’s gonna be with your little French girl, then? Caresses that bruise? Kisses that bleed?” he asks.
Kisses that bleed?
I nearly drop the pipe I was about to use; I close my hand around it just before it crashes down onto the glass coffee table. The image that phrase brings to mind has me practically panting, my lips burning, the roof of my mouth tingling like mad. I don’t enjoy the taste of blood, but the thought of biting Elodie hard enough to break the skin…
Fuck. Me. Sideways. Yes.

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Callie Hart is a USA TODAY bestselling author of contemporary and dark romance. Her Blood & Roses Series is currently being translated into multiple languages all over the world. Having spent the last seven years living in Australia, Callie now calls Los Angeles home, where she enjoys hiking, spending time at the beach, daily hot yoga classes, and generally pretending to be a hipster.Callie is often asked, ‘What is dark romance?’ Her reply is always the same: Dark romance is a story that makes you fall for the anti-hero. It is a story that will make you walk a tightrope, question your sanity, and have you checking your moral compass at the door. If you love a good story about a very bad boy, then dark romance is for you. ‘Under her legal name, Frankie Rose, Callie writes young adult fiction that has been globally recognized, and has received numerous awards for her ‘Halo’ series.

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Title: Chicks, Man
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: April 27th


Falling in love was the easy part. Being secretly in love with my brother’s best friend is where it got tricky. Levi Dent was off-limits. Which was probably for the best, since he barely knew I existed. Until one night I saw an opportunity I couldn’t resist. The problem was, I got caught. She tricked me. I knew there was something so familiar about her, but I just couldn’t resist. Hannah Matthews was nothing more than my best friend’s little sister. Except she wasn’t so little anymore. I need to forget all about her. If only it were that easy…


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J.D. Hollyfield is a creative designer by day and superhero by night. When she’s not cooking, event planning, or spending time with her family, she’s relaxing with her nose stuck in a book. With her love for romance, and her head full of book boyfriends, she was inspired to test her creative abilities and bring her own stories to life. Living in the Midwest, she’s currently at work on blowing the minds of readers, with the additions of her new books and series, along with her charm, humor and HEA’s.J.D. Hollyfield dabbles in all genres, from romantic comedy, contemporary romance, historical romance, paranormal romance, fantasy and erotica! Want to know more! Follow her on all platforms!


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