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Title: Cabin 12 (Rock Point #2)
Author: Freya Barker
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: September 13, 2018
Cover Designer: Freya Barker
Hosted by: Buoni Amici Press, LLC.
Even at thirty seven, with a challenging but rewarding career as a paramedic, Bella Gomez is treated as the baby of the family. It’s made her allergic to anyone meddling, so she chooses to keep mostly to herself. Unfortunately that doesn’t stop her family from inserting themselves in her life. Nor does it deter the one man she knows she shouldn’t get close to from showing up on her doorstep.
Jasper Greene, an FBI agent with the La Plata County field office, doesn’t even know the meaning of family. His team is his family, which is why—when his boss asks him to keep an eye on his baby sister—Jasper readily complies. Even when the sister in question is a spectacularly developed princess with plenty of attitude.
With a shooter on the loose and corruption running rampant, Bella is a magnet for trouble, and Jasper finds himself with his hands full—in more ways than one.
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“Well shit.” This from the bed.
I swing around and take my first good look at her. Her legs are bare. A large bandage is covering her left thigh that my eyes zoom in on.
“What the hell, Bella?”
“It’s nothing,” she says, trying to cover up with the sheet tucked under her while shooting daggers at me. “Besides, you’re a good one to talk. You look like you were run over by a tank and shot for good measure.” She takes a thorough inventory of my bare torso where even just the impact of the bullets on my kevlar vest are showing up in vivid color.
“We’re not talking about me.”
“You may not be, but I am. Jesus, Jasper—were you in a gun fight or something?”
Or something is right. I dig through my pocket to fish out my phone.
“What are you doing?” she swats at me as I’m scrolling through to find Damian’s number. “Don’t you be calling my brother, Jasper Greene!”
I grab her hand as it flies by again and hold on tight as I lean in.
“Then you’d better start talking,” I threaten her without any compunction.
Freya Barker loves writing about ordinary people with extraordinary stories.
Driven to make her books about ‘real’ people; with characters who are perhaps less than perfect, but just as deserving of romance, thrills and chills, and their own slice of happy.
A recipient of the RomCon “Reader’s Choice” Award for best first book, “Slim To None”, and Finalist for the Kindle Book Award with “From Dust”, Freya has not slowed down.
She continues to add to her rapidly growing collection of published novels as she spins story after story with an endless supply of bruised and dented characters, vying for attention!
Title: Amelia, the Merballs and the Emerald Cannon
Author: Evonne Blanchard
Genre: Children’s Books
Amelia and Uglesnoo land on Mercury. They meet the Merballs, the friendly aliens that live there. All goes well, until an asteroid hits their planet. Amelia and Uglesnoo find themselves in deep trouble. How will they convince the Merballs of their innocence? And how will they manage to collect the flying shoes, escape Mercury and continue their quest to save Uglesnoo’s sister?
Book Three: Amelia, the Merballs and the Emerald Cannon
Evonne Blanchard was born and raised in England. She met her husband, an American whilst they were both volunteering at a children’s orphanage in Guatemala. The writer lives north of Boston, Massachusetts with her husband and their two daughters, Lydia and Gwendolyn. Other additions to the household include a crazy puppy called Bailey, a lovely cat called Arthur, and lots of fish!
The author has been fascinated by space ever since she was a little girl, mesmerized by clips of Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin walking on the moon. As a teenager, War of the Worlds, by H.G Wells became one of her favorite books and she adores the movie Mars Attacks.
When it came to creating her own aliens, the author decided on the warm and fuzzy type, rather than the war-like Martians. Uglesnoo, her main alien character is from Pluto. He’s very friendly and nice but a little crazy too! This was the beginning of Amelia’s Amazing Space Adventures, starring Amelia and her alien friend Uglesnoo, from Pluto in a series of ten exciting space adventures for children, ages 5-10.
Uglesnoo’s sister is very sick. The only cure is a repelling crystal from Neptune. To obtain the crystal Amelia and Uglesnoo must travel to the Moon, Sun and all the planets in the solar system.
Evonne’s favorite planet -or to be more accurate dwarf planet- is Pluto, because it has a blue sky and glaciers just like Earth! She was not happy when Pluto was downgraded. Uglesnoo, her alien creation from Pluto is still mad at the decision. “Pluto is the most important place in the solar system. It’s where everyone goes for their vacation!” He agrees with Alan Stern, a leading NASA scientist, “This definition (of Pluto as a dwarf planet) stinks…!”
The author is currently working on the fourth book in the series, Amelia, the Snapperjacks and the Molten Maze. This book is set on the Sun. How will Amelia and Uglesnoo manage to land on the boiling hot Sun, trade with the aliens, find the jars of Snapperjack honey and continue their quest to save Uglesnoo’s sister? Find out… in Amelia’s next amazing space adventure!
Book One: Amelia, the Moochins and the Sapphire Palace
Book Two: Amelia, the Venutons and the Golden Cage
Book Three: Amelia, the Merballs and the Emerald Cannon
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Book One: Amelia, the Moochins and the Sapphire Palace
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Title: Coti’s Unclaimed Mate (Iron Wolves MC, Book 9)
Author: Elle Boon
Genre: Paranormal Romance/Shifter/Vampire/Demon
Release Date: July 27th, 2018
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Will they find beauty in the ashes as the fire settles, or will they go up in flames?
Coti’s a shifter, but he’s so much more than meets the eye.
NeNe’s a human who’s ready for a change, however is she ready for all that Coti will bring?
The Iron Wolves will face an enemy bent on destroying them in a way no one expected. When the dust settles, and battle lines have been drawn, Coti and NeNe will find who can be trusted and who can’t.
***Warning: Contains a shifter that doesn’t want a mate and a tiny human who’s more than a handful “wink”.
Jenna opened one eye, pinning her with a purple heated look. “You can’t have it both ways, child. If I were to take your bear out of you and send you back none the wiser, would you be happy?”
NeNe wrapped her arms around her stomach. On one hand, she could go back to being just normal NeNe, but on the other, if she did that, she’d not have the ability and knowledge to fight against what happened, if it happened again. Plus, she kinda loved her bear. She allowed her mind to imagine Coti and all his sexy glory to appear in her minds eye. Fuck, the man was too damn handsome for her anyway. At over six feet five, dark hair, green eyes and more tattoos than she could count, he had bad boy on lock. His smile could melt the panties off of any woman from sixteen to sixty, plus his muscles. Damn, his biceps were bigger than her thighs when he flexed. She couldn’t imagine him going to the gym, but he clearly worked out regularly. Their time together hadn’t given her the option to trace his eight pack with her tongue the way she’d fantasized, and if she moved forward, she probably never would. The alternative though, she couldn’t live with. “Damn rock and bear place,” she joked. “To be a bear, or not to be, that is really not fair. Can you magically make Coti okay with it?”
“Of course I could, but he’s already on board with the entire shifter gig,” Jenna announced. “Now that’s all cleared up, I think my nuggets are getting restless. They’re kinda like their fathers, wanting to decide when they arrive and when they don’t. I told them,” she paused, looking down at her stomach, a hand on each side. “You two need to stay in there and cook a little longer.” Jenna sighed, rolling her head back on the seat, meeting NeNe’s stare. “What? Doesn’t every expectant mother tell their young to cook a wee longer?”
“I’m pretty sure babies are the bosses when it comes to delivery.” She stared in awe at Jenna’s belly, amazed to see the rippling that was visible through her shirt. “Holy shit. Does that hurt?”
Before Jenna could answer, there was a slight stir of air, something she’d never have noticed had she been human. Instantly, her bear was rising, bringing her to her feet and next to Jenna. Her claws came out, ready to defend the female.
“At ease, we are here to collect our Hearts Love and young.”
“Do I know you?” One of the men asked.
“Damien, Lucas, this is NeNe. NeNe, these are my mates, fathers to my nuggets.” Jenna’s voice sounded strained.
NeNe shook her head. “I’m not even gonna say what’s on the tip of my tongue. As for knowing me, I’m pretty sure I’d remember if I’d met you.” One didn’t forget meeting gorgeous men, especially twins. Holy crap on a cracker, the two men were almost as good looking as Coti.
Jenna laughed, then groaned. “I’m glad you think my guys are handsome. They can be a handful.”
“How are you in my head? I’ve got a wall up.” She shook her hand trying to get her claws to retract, sighing as they disappeared.
One of the men moved closer while the other circled around, picking up Jenna. NeNe didn’t back away, waiting to see what he was up to. Her bear didn’t rake at her, which was odd.
Once he was within in a foot of her, he snapped his fingers. “Bear, you’re the bear,” he yelled, making Jenna jump.
“Dang it Damien, inside voice. Of course, she’s a bear, did you not see her claws?” Jenna asked.
Damien shook his head. “I was calming our little ones.”
Jenna sighed. “Is that why they’ve stopped trying to rip their way out of me?”
Lucas stood with her in his arms. “Let’s go home. I think they’ve cooked long enough, love. Now it’s time we let nature take its course and allow our wee ones out.”
NeNe stared at the trio, wondering how she was going to get home. While she appreciated Lula and everyone she’d met while she’d been in Fey, she needed to see where her life back home was. If she even had a life still.
Jenna held her hand out. “NeNe, come here.”
Looking at the two dominating men, she eased between them, taking the other woman’s hand. “What is it?”
“There’s many things you’re going to encounter, but one thing you need to remember. Pack is the most important thing in a shifter’s life. Kellen is one of the best alphas, along with Niall the alpha of the Mystic Pack. If you don’t think you want to stick around the Iron Wolves, I can send you to another pack. But this is non-negotiable, you need to be a part of a pack. You’ll be the only bear amongst wolves for now. I see that is all about to change, though.”
She gasped, hearing Jenna’s words. “Are you saying the Iron Wolves MC are made up of actual wolves?”
I’m a full-time wife and mother of two who has loved to read and write since childhood. I survived cancer and decided I could do anything, setting personal goals then and there. Four years later, after meeting many wonderful writers who allowed me to beta read for them, whom I can now call friends, I decided to write a book. Several years later I’ve attained my first goal, becoming a published author.
I love to write and have all kinds of stories in my head waiting to be written. The best part about my new journey is that if I don’t like it, I can re-write it, unlike real life, so I always make sure there’s a happy ending.
I’m creating new worlds, and I hope you all enjoy them with me. I can guarantee you’ll always have a hero or two you’ll love, and a heroine you’ll want to be.
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After a brutal loss and messy divorce, surf, sand, and sun in the tropics are just what Autumn Taylor needs. What she doesn’t expect is the devastatingly handsome pain in the ass who doesn’t take no for an answer.
Hunter Malone’s only priority after separating from his crazy ex is to enjoy vacation with his brothers. Laying eyes on a stunning brunette named Autumn changes all that.
What begins as a whirlwind romance has the potential to be something more. But the past always seems to have a way of complicating things. As things get tough for Autumn, she starts pushing away the best thing that has happened to her. Will Hunter stay by her side when she needs him most? Or will he let her push him away?
S.L. Sterling was born and raised in southern Ontario. She now lives in Northern Ontario Canada and is married to her best friend and soul mate and their two dogs.
An avid reader all her life, S.L. Sterling dreamt of becoming an author. She decided to give writing a try after one of her favorite authors launched a course on how to write your novel. This course gave her the push she needed to put pen to paper and her debut novel “It Was Always You” was born.
When S.L. Sterling isn’t writing or plotting her next novel she can be found curled up with a cup of coffee, blanket and the newest romance novel from one of her favorite authors on her e-reader. Her favorite authors include Kendall Ryan, Vi Keeland, Penelope Ward, Lauren Blakely, Alessandra Torre and Willow Winters.
In her spare time, she enjoys camping, hiking, sunny destinations, spending quality time with family and friends and of course reading.
Title: Saving Leah
Author: Misha Elliott
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 5, 2018
Cover Designer: Lori Jackson Design
Hosted by: Buoni Amici Press, LLC.
Sometimes the only thing worse than revealing a painful secret is keeping it from the one who wants to save you. In time fractured bones mend and torn flesh heals. But what about a fractured soul? Years of abuse have left Leah scared and broken, in solitude with the only symbol of the person she used to be-her violin. While in hiding, she never expected to meet the handsome and alluring Asher. Can he save her before all is lost or will her secrets become the death of her? **WARNING** This book contains adult material including violence and sexual content intended for readers over the age of 18.
I carry uneasiness inside; it constantly mocks me, gnawing at me like a beast, desperately clawing to get out. It makes me a hypocrite, too. I blame alcohol and drugs for turning Ian into an abusive monster, but it doesn’t stop me from heading down the same path, trying to calm the beast inside. My nightly ritual of pills and vodka commences as soon as the first drink is poured. The pills help numb the pain; the drink quiets the memories and helps to erase the fear. You’re all I have. Those words of Ian’s haunt me, because he is also all that I have.
I reach for the bottle and tip it over, spilling vodka on the table. Grabbing two towels from the kitchen, I clean up the mess and take the towels to the laundry room, where I’m left in a quandary. I want to put the towels in the empty black basket in front of the washer, but Ian had a thing about wet towels in the laundry. It wasn’t allowed. In an act of defiance, I toss them in the basket and walk away. “You know better, Leah. Are you going to do what I said or do I have to show you again what happens when you disobey?”
It is a test of my will and my mind not to go back and wash them. Ian needs to get out of my brainwashed head NOW! I lean my head back on the couch, waiting for the effects of the vodka and pills to soothe me. This solution isn’t permanent, but it grants me a few hours of rest―if I’m lucky. Ian can no longer abuse me physically, but he’s still in my head.
My mind is a fertile ground for fear. Ian planted seeds and we nurtured them together; Ian with his abuse, me with my unspoken grief. Both fertilized my fear, and before long it spread, taking me over like the kudzu vine in the south, choking out everything else in my life, paralyzing me. I was too scared to do what I needed to save myself from it; it nearly killed me.
Misha Elliott is a nomadic soul, living all over the US with her Scottish husband. During their travels, she fell in love with the written word and put her hands on the keyboard to romanticize her journeys. When not writing you can find her at Scottish Highland games (she’s there for the men in kilts) or at the beach…as long as it’s not hurricane season.
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I hope you’re ready for this naughty Romantic Suspense! But, before you read the book, PLEASE, read the warning label!
Siren ‘M’Renee’ Allen presents….
Warning: Dangerous Curves Ahead
Book one in the Dangerously Curvy series.
He’s a dangerous criminal.
She’s dangerously curvy.
Together, will they sizzle or will they crash and burn?
Dean Collins wasn’t born evil. This cruel world turned him into the cold-hearted killer he is today. Death and destruction follows him everywhere he goes. So, when he crosses paths with the very sassy and very curvy food truck owner, Rain Delaney, he does everything he can to push her away.
But situations beyond his control keeps pulling them back together. It isn’t long before the darkness in his life seeps into hers and she ends up in the wrong place at the wrong time. Now his enemies are after her. Staying away from her is no longer an option. To keep her safe, he has to keep her near him.
It’s sad that the safest place for her is in the arms of a killer.
A killer who has no intention of letting her go.
“Watch me,” he growled.
Her eyes popped open. She stared down at him. He wanted her to watch. Okay, she’d watch. But that was only going to make her come quicker. And she wanted this to last. Her pu**y needed this to last.
She was so not going to last. His tongue teased her, bringing her closer to her orgasm. She tried to regulate her breathing, anything to keep from coming. His tongue wasn’t having that. He devoured her like he was on death row and she was his last meal.
Her toes curled and her legs began to tremble. He didn’t seem to notice. He was focused on his task. Gotta love a man who gives it his all. And Dean was definitely bringing his A game.
Every stroke of his tongue sent pleasure radiating over her whole body. Whole body! Even her fingertips felt sensitive. What type of sh*t was that? His tongue-play was on point. He knew just how much pressure to apply.
It was like her pu**y was made to be loved by his mouth and his mouth alone. It was a struggle to keep her eyes open. Watching his tongue play with her, tease her, love her, it was almost too much.
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He loved being him… he got away with murder.
She loved being her… until she met him.
The steamy roller coaster ride of psychotic David’s obsession with his childhood sweetheart, a skilled mix of fuelled tension, dark humour and pulsating sex scenes.
With the help of her gutsy friends, fun-loving city girl Tara Warr is the only victim to survive David Howard’s death list. Whilst lounging in prison the hypnotic sexual tour de force enlists an eager recruit, seduces a prison warden and relocates to the sunnier climes of Mexico, a freedom short-lived when his charred remains are found in the fire of a plastic surgeon’s clinic. The police cease their search, finally Tara and her friends can relax, David is dead.
Laughter soon turns to fear when he communicates via Tara’s laptop that he is very much alive, knows their every move and is ready to finish what he started. He is among them, but who? He has a brand new face.
Tara has had enough, time to turn the tables and make him suffer. A woman unafraid of death is a dangerous thing. Has David finally met his match?
Tara’s eclectic gang of friends helped save her from the clutches of evil David Howard. He’d trapped, drugged and held her prisoner for three days. After the rescue, David ended up in prison and Tara in hospital. A year later, their lives slowly getting back to normal, they hear the shocking news that he’d escaped prison.
Franco’s Apartment, Chelsea Harbour, London
The gang; Seb, Franco, his chauffeur Michael and the girls sat around the coffee table in Franco’s stunning penthouse apartment; tasteful, comfortable and understated, not the norm for a footballer. The mother-hen of the group, Anton de Menton, hairdresser extraordinaire, coordinated drinks dispersal, as per normal.
‘The sugar shafting shit,’ grumbled Anton, pinky finger skyward as he poured milk into piping hot cups of tea. ‘I thought we’d heard the last of dissection Dave… good grief, dahling’s, it’s all too much!’
David was the reason they were last huddled around Franco’s coffee table, a year ago, the night they saved Tara’s life. The gang stared quietly into their cups, each reliving their own memories: his evil had affected them all.
‘How the hell did he get away with it, he was banged up for multiple murders, surely he would have been in a secure wing?’ Seb asked Michael, who, due to his time in the SAS and friends in the police force, tended to know more about these things than the others.
‘He did what he always does, he used his cock,’ spat Michael, an unsubtle dig at Seb for being a victim to David’s charms.
Tara flinched, Michael carried on.
‘He persuaded some cock-besotted prison warden to get him out, with promises of a life of luxury, YMCA heaven in Mexico. The police are after the warden as well, Warden Jones… Terence Jones… they’ve been trying to keep the lid on it, he’s an embarrassment to the authorities, he was traced to Mexico, but has gone missing.’
A picture of a uniformed prison guard on his knees pleasuring David jumped into Seb’s mind. He had to smile, he was a jammy bastard and the best ever fuck; shame he had psychotic killer tendencies.
‘With the money David had squirreled away, they could have lived a life of luxury on an island somewhere,’ continued Michael.
‘He would have been mad to come back here, right?’ whispered Tara, white as a sheet, curled on the sofa, nursing her tea cup… fuck, David is dead, no, no, no… he can’t, we haven’t finished.
She couldn’t stop shivering, after passing out in the restaurant, and waving away the ambulance, mortified with embarrassment at the fuss, she and the girls had taken a taxi to Franco’s apartment.
Franco sat beside her, a protective arm around her hunched shoulders; it felt good to be near him, a rush of memories flooded over her. She wanted to cry, but not for the reasons her friends thought, why couldn’t she talk about it?
Franco was also pensive; if only he could tell her how he felt. He adored her, wanted to marry her, the engagement ring still burnt a hole in his safe, but during her three days of captivity, he’d lost her to that bastard. She became distant, reclusive, hated being touched, calling out for David in her sleep, making it clear she didn’t want Franco near her.
It broke his heart; he didn’t know how to handle it. The doctors assured him that she just needed space, her safe little world had been blown apart, and it would take time and patience to get the old Tara back.
He withdrew, giving her space, she took it as him not caring and they drifted apart. But nothing had changed for him; he still adored her. The other women in his life, and there had been a few, were distractions. BiJou, his latest WAG, was great in the sack, lousy on conversation and too self-obsessed to notice where his mind was at, which suited him just fine, no nagging, no questions.
One day he would win Tara back, the bastard David would not win.
He wished David had returned to London. If the police couldn’t handle him, he would. In his book, murdering a killer was justifiable.
‘Yeah, mad, even for him,’ soothed Franco, rubbing Tara’s shoulders, trying to curb the shivering. ‘He was lucky to get out of the country, besides, there’s nothing for him here.’
Michael looked over at Helen.
‘Except maybe his big sister,’ he glared, holding back the venom, he had no time for the selfish bitch, she was David’s blood, he didn’t trust her.
All eyes turned to Helen, nausea waved over her… thanks little bro, getting me in trouble again.
‘Well sis, has he been in touch?’ Michael’s eyes bore into her. ‘You must’ve known he’d escaped, as next of kin the prison authorities would have contacted you.’
He saw Helen as a spoilt rich bitch, needing constant attention. The type that rushed around wanting what everyone else had, too frightened to stand still for fear of seeing how empty her own life was.
‘Leave Hel alone,’ defended Josie. ‘You know she hated him just as much as we did,’ she looked to Helen for confirmation. ‘There’s no way he would’ve come back for her, and there’s no other family, their parents are dead. So stop yer bitchin, the bastards gone and that’s it, good bloody riddance I say.’
Helen smiled, enjoying Josie’s show of support. She turned to Michael looking him hard in the eye.
‘They did contact me, but what was the point in stirring up trouble, he was on the other side of the planet, and Tara didn’t need the grief. There is no way he would have risked coming anywhere near us, he wouldn’t want to go back inside again,’ she ignored Michael’s raised eyebrow and mock laugh.
‘I hated the bastard, I’m glad he’s dead… good riddance… and I may get to inherit his dosh,’ she beamed.
Silence as they took in her words, not the words of a grieving, loving, sister, maybe Michael was mistaken.
‘More tea Vicar?’ camped Anton cheerfully, trying to diffuse the negative energy. ‘Oh well, whatever… bothered?’ he diva posed, hand palmed at arm’s length. ‘He’s the Devil’s little problem now, not ours… or shall we have something stronger… whiskey anyone?’
British Crime Investigator & Crime Writer, Siobhan C Cunningham creates steamy psychological thrillers and kick-ass paranormal romance with a skilled mix of fuelled tension, dark humour, and pulsating sex scenes. Having worked in the very industries she writes about, her novels offer a fresh level of sincerity and authority, rare in fiction.
An ex-model, British born of Irish roots, she married a rock musician and has worked in the exciting worlds of music, film, sports celebrity management and as a Crime Investigator for the British Police (Wanted & Absconder Unit, Major Crime Team, Intelligence Analyst, Investigations Hub).
Abducted as a child, she survived; and every night for months afterward, she prayed to God, asking for a deal. This personal journey sparked the fuse behind the intriguing and riveting fictional world she portrays in The Fallen Angel Series. Twenty years later she crossed paths with a violent serial attacker who haunted the streets of London, the seed for The David Trilogy was sown, book one is The Penance List, and has been adapted to film screenplay.
She is the proud mother to contemporary Artist Scarlett Raven and is owned by three dogs.
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