Title: Bound by Vengeance
Series: Ravage MC Bound #3
Author: Ryan Michele
Genre: NA Romance/Suspense/MC
Release Date: September 14, 2017
Austyn Cruz’s life has been turned on its axis. She’s done with sitting on the sidelines while those around her deal with her problems.
Growing up in the Ravage MC, there’s always been someone at her back. Now it’s time for her to deal with her problems on her own. That is, until the guy she’s lusted over and loved for more years than she can count decides to claim her.
Only, it’s too late. He’s too late. Everything has changed.
Ryker James lives by one rule: live free. His past does not define him, but it does decide to give him a wakeup call after years of lying dormant. It’s time to face his demon and make sure, once and for all, it never comes back into his life. All the while protecting the one and only he’s loved for longer than he should.
Two people tied together by their pasts. Two people searching for vengeance. Will the retribution they seek tear them apart, or bring them together? In the end, justice will be served … the Ravage MC way.
** Bound by Vengeance (Ravage MC Bound Series Book Three) is a standalone full-length novel. You do not have to read the Ravage MC series nor Bound Series to follow this book, but if you’d like to see where it all started, you really should. **
“This story was such a heartbreaking yet beautiful watching the relationship between Austin and Ryker develop.” - Reflections of a Book Geek
“Their connection was deep and the heat between them was scorching.” - Cat’s Guilty Pleasures
“Wow, the rollercoaster of emotions I experienced while reading BBV was deep, real, and raw.” - Angela Ruble Scott
Ryan Michele found her passion in making fictional characters come to life. She loves being in an imaginative world where anything is possible and has a knack for special twists readers don’t see coming.
She writes MC, Contemporary, Erotic, Paranormal, New Adult, Inspirational, and many more romances. And whether it’s bikers, wolf shifters, mafia, or beyond, Ryan spends her time making sure her heroes are strong and her heroines match them at every turn.
When she isn’t writing, Ryan is a mom and wife living in rural Illinois and reading by her pond in the warm sun.
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Coattails and Cocktails
by Rumer Haven
Genre: Historical Mystery, Romantic Suspense
Publisher: Fallen Monkey Press
Cover Designer: RoseWolf Design
Release Date: September 14, 2017
A body clearly shaken, but not stirring…
Summer, 1929. Murder isn’t on the menu when Chicago tycoon Ransom Warne hosts a dinner party at his country estate. But someone’s a victim—and everyone’s a suspect—when drinks and desires lead to disaster.
Hollywood starlet Lottie Landry has returned home to celebrate her engagement. She’s famous for her on- and off-screen romance with co-star Noble, but, privately, she’s having second thoughts. As her former guardian, Ransom doesn’t approve of the match. Yet his own affections raise questions when his wife, Edith, suspects him of having an affair—just as Noble suspects Lottie. Stirred into the mix are Lottie’s friends Helen and Rex, a young journalist and football hero who can feel tension building in the Warne mansion like a shaken champagne bottle.
And once the cork pops, a body drops.
Coattails and Cocktails is where Agatha Christie meets The Great Gatsby, a whodunit spiked with new love and old baggage, public faces and private vices. Filled to the brim with romance and mystery, it’s sure to intoxicate.
Learn more about Rumer at www.rumerhaven.com.
Street Team: Haven’s Ravens
Title: Lucky Number Eleven
Author: Adriana Locke
Genre: Romantic Comedy/Sports Romance
Release Date: September 7, 2017
People say not to believe the things you read in magazines, but you know what? Most things youâve heard about me are probably true.
I totally banged the reporter in the locker room after the championship game last year.
Those pictures in Expose from last summer? Those were not modified.
Iâm also not really six-foot tall. (But letâs keep that between us.)
Now, I know youâre wondering about that last Expose headlineâthe one about me and my teammate (and ex-best friend) Finn Millerâs sister, Layla James. That one is a little more complicated.
Hereâs the thing: Iâve played football my whole life. If thereâs one thing I know, itâs how to adjust when the game changes. And if thereâs one thing I always do, itâs find a way to win.
Granted, the stakes are higher. The playbook has changed. Thereâs more on the line than (another) MVP title. But guess what hasnât changed? Me. Iâm still Branch âLuckyâ Best and Iâm not about to fumble this one.
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âOne question,â Poppy interjects, looking at Branch. âWhat position are you?â
âI typically like the bottom so I can watchâoomph,â he says, getting another elbow from Finn. âWide receiver. Why?â
Looking at Poppy, I canât help but laugh as her eyes light up.
âYou got a problem with wide receivers?â Branch asks.
âYou do,â Finn interjects, giving me a narrowed glare. âThey arenât any better than quarterbacks.â
Branch looks from me, to Finn, and back to me. âWhy do we not like quarterbacks?â
âMy sister was dating Callum Worthington.â
âNo shit?â His face puckers like he just bit into a lemon. âHow in the hell did that cocksucker end up with you?â
âHe didnât. Weâre not together anymore.â
Branchâs eyes heat, the look causing my pulse to quicken. âIâm not a bit sorry to hear that.â
âYou better forget you heard any of that,â Finn warns. âThis is my sister, Branch. Not a cheerleader or reporter or some chick from a dating app. Got it?â
âFinn, relax,â I say, shoving a swallow past the lump in my throat. âI appreciate the big brother spiel, but I can handle myself.â
âI know you can,â he says, pulling his gaze away from Branch. âBut you canât handle him.â
USA Today and Amazon Top 10 Bestselling author Adriana Locke lives and breathes books. After years of slightly obsessive relationships with the flawed bad boys created by other authors, Adriana has created her own.
She resides in the Midwest with her husband, sons, and two dogs. She spends a large amount of time playing with her kids, drinking coffee, and cooking. You can find her outside if the weather's nice and there's always a piece of candy in her pocket.
Please contact Adriana at www.adrianalocke.com. She loves to hear from readers.
Author: Mandi Beck
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: September 7, 2017
Countryâs hottest bad boy.
Thatâs what they call me. My label ate it up until I became âtoo badâ for the good folks of country music. Thatâs when Hard Candy Records picked me up and took a chance on me. Probably not their smartest move, but I wonât tell them that. Especially when theyâve assigned me a babysitter to try and keep my ass out of trouble. One smart-mouthed, unimpressed, sexy as homegrown sin, Addy Mae Masterson.
She likes to pretend that she doesnât like me and I like to let her.
I may have a past that haunts me and she may have a habit of getting attached, but damn if I donât want to show her just how good this bad boy can be.
Mandi Beck has been an avid reader all of her life. A deep love for books always had her jotting down little stories on napkins, notebooks, and her hand. As an adult she was further submerged into the book world through book clubs and the epicness of social media. It was then that she graduated to writing her stories on her phone and then finally on a proper computer.
A wife, mother to two rambunctious and somewhat rotten boys, and stepmom to two great girls away at college, she shares her time with her husband and boys in Chicago where she was born and raised. Mandi is a diehard hockey fan and blames the Blackhawks when her deadlines are not met.
Title: I Want
Series: Enamorado #2
Author: Ella Fox
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: September 8, 2017
Billionaire businessman Alejandro Cruz detests the dating process and is perfectly content to stay single. But that all changes the moment the quirky house sitter from next door falls into his arms, and his immediate instinct is to hold on tight and never let go. California girl Kaya Porter has a "just say no" approach to dating. No matter how sexy and irresistible Alejandro is, she vows not to fall for him. Alejandro has other plans. This sexy Spaniard knows what he wants, and there's nothing he won't do to make Kaya realize that they belong together. Will Alejandro get the girl or will he be left wanting more than Kaya is willing to give?
I Want is book two of the Enamorado (In Love) series. Each book will feature one of the Cruz brothers and can be read as a standalone.
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âClimb gates around here often?â he asked, no censure in his voice. I realized he spoke English as fluently as he spoke Spanish.
He was clad in navy basketball shorts, a pair of Nike running shoes and he was just sweaty enough for me to realize heâd likely been working out. I swear I was hypnotized by all of his exposed skin, so much so that I could just about remember my own name at that moment. Iâd have blamed the fall for my dazed and confused frame of mind but that wasnât it at all. It was purely because of himâthe sexy Spanish-speaking god whoâd saved me from certain harm. My eyes trailed along his muscular but lean body hungrily as I catalogued just how ridiculously gorgeous he was. I was hypnotized by his six-pack and the set of V-cut muscles I had an insane urge to trail my fingers over.
Iâd have kept right on staring had he not cleared his throat. I cringed as I came back to reality and realized heâd asked a question I hadnât retained.
âUm, huh?â I asked, perfectly clueless.
âI was asking if youâre a professional gate climber,â he said huskily.
âSheâs really fine after a fall from that height?â the officer asked as he came through the gate.
âShe never hit the ground,â my savior said, âsince I caught her.â
The cop looked almost as impressed as I felt. Iâd have heaped praised onto the stranger who saved me had I not remembered that I needed to be focused on a more pressing concern.
âSo now that Iâm on this side I really need to get myââ
The officer pinned me with a look that left no doubt that he was in charge. âMiss, please remain silent while I work out whatâs going on here.â
I pursed my lips and tried to contain my annoyance. I knew he was just doing his job but all I cared about was finding Elvis.
The officer turned back to the Spanish modelâI naturally assumed he modeled because he looked like he belonged in sensual looking black and white ads for menâs cologne. You know the kind of ads Iâm talking about, right? Thereâs always a sexy guy giving you the letâs have all the sex look with a set of eyes that are clearly attempting to hypnotize you into buying something.
He was at least six feet tall and had a head full of thick, dark hair. His face was perfectly proportioned from forehead to chin, and I could find nothing that didn't appear to be symmetrical. He had a ridiculously sexy closely trimmed beard that I wanted to trace with my fingers and his jaw was the sexiest thing Iâd ever seen. I turned crimson when my eyes trailed up and met his and I realized he was observing meâwhich meant he knew Iâd been staring at him. Again.
I bit my lip and tried not to blush as I blinked like an idiot. I was relieved to have a reason to look to the police officer when he cleared his throat to get our attention. âAre you the one who called about the disturbance down the side of the house?â he asked.
I couldnât resist the urge to let my eyes wander back to the Spanish god. I knew just enough Spanish to determine that if his looks were rated on the salsa scale heâd be called el mÃ¡s caliente.
His eyes were on me as he answered the cop. âMy brother called, yes.â
âWhatâs your name, sir?â
Even his name was sexy. My skin felt hot and prickly under his gaze. Anxious for a reprieve, I looked back to the officer.
The cop nodded as he took note of it on his pad. âAnd your brother's name?â
âAnd you?â the cop asked with a head nod toward me.
âCan you spell that?â
âK-a-y-a,â I answered.
âThatâs a weird name,â the officer said as he wrote it down.
I wasn't sure if he was being rude or not so I shrugged and said nothing. Alejandro growled something under his breath that I couldnât understand. A shiver went down my back at the way the words rolled off his tongue. His Spanish accent fascinated me. Iâd never been one to care one way or the other about a manâs voice, but his did things to me. I wondered if audio erotica was a thing. If it were, I would pay a subscription fee to hear him talk all day.
âSo were you trying to escape or get in?â the officer asked, ruining my good fantasy about an Alejandro Cruz dirty talk subscription service.
âI was trying to get in,â I answered stiffly, annoyed that the officer had already forgotten everything Iâd said, âI told youââ
âNo, no, she is not the disturbance,â Alejandro interjected. âMy brother thought someone was trying to steal God only knows what from the exterior of the house. He was asleep and heard something outside his bedroom window and panicked. He shouldnât have called the policeâitâs animal control that we need. Some dickhead bird went through the trash that my brother forgot to secure and heâs been leading him on one hell of a chase around the yard.â
My eyes narrowed and my hands went to my hips as I stared down the model. âDonât talk about my little buddy like that,â I snapped.
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Ella Fox is the USA Today Bestselling Author of The Hart Family Series, Consequences of Deception, The Catch Series and The Renegade Series. When sheâs not writing, Ella indulges the gypsy in her blood and travels the country. Ella loves reading, movies, music, buying make-up, reading Tmz, Twitter and pedicuresâ¦ not necessarily in that order. She has a wild sense of humor and loves to laugh. Her favorite thing in the world is hanging out with her family and watching comedy movies.
Series: Players Game #1
Author: Rachel Van Dyken
Genre: Sports Romance
Release Date: September 12, 2017
New York Times bestselling author Rachel Van Dyken kicks off a brand-new series in which romance is a game and love is a touchdown.
Emerson just made her dream come true as a professional cheerleader for her favorite pro football team. But even though the plus-size athlete is breaking down boundaries, she still has to contend with the massive rulebook. Carbs? Nope. Chocolate? Definitely not. Still, Emerson loves her curves, and sheâll rock the hell out of this job even if it kills her. Except for one mandate that is easier read than doneâ¦
No fraternizing with the players.
Problem one is Miller Quinton: Emersonâs first love, first sex, and the guy who still ignites her daydreams and R-rated fantasies. Thrown back together, Miller and Emerson feel the undeniable pull of passion again, even if the conflict that tore them apart seems insurmountable. Then thereâs way-too-sexy Grant Sanchez. He has a serious reputation with the ladies, and when it comes to winning someone he wants, he doesnât let anyone stand in his way.
Now Emerson is breaking every rule in the manual. But what she doesnât know is that sheâs part of a wicked little gameâone that could steal both her dream and her heart.
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âThe day,â he finally said, âwhen you canât take it anymore.â
âThis.â He slid his hand down my thigh. âThe heat between us, the way it feels when we touch. Damn, just being near you drives me insane. And humans are only gifted with so much patience before they snap. I hope to God that Iâm around when you do.â
âYou think Iâm going to go crazy for you, huh?â My voice sounded way too excited about the idea, and my heart decided to skip a few beats while my body cheered yes!
Sanchez shrugged. âI admire self-control, Curves. After all, this isnât going to be a one-night stand, and I have a feeling that youâre going to make me work for it in bed. But donât worry. Iâve been really focusing on my own self-control. Iâll take care of you long before you have a chance to take care of me. So yeah, do I think youâre going to go crazy? Iâm counting on it. Betting on it. Praying for it.â
âBe honest. Is that why Iâm staying with you?â
âHell yes.â He laughed. âIâm not letting you lose your shit around Miller, proximity and all that. Itâs going to be me, all me.â
He took the exit and pulled up to the stoplight. His gaze burned into mine. âWhen it comes to you? Yes. I fucking am.â
Rachel Van Dyken is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author of regency and contemporary romances. When she's not writing you can find her drinking coffee at Starbucks and plotting her next book while watching The Bachelor.
She keeps her home in Idaho with her Husband, adorable son, and two snoring boxers! She loves to hear from readers!
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Title: Echoes in the Storm
Author: Max Henry
Genre: Military Themed Contemporary
Release Date: September 12, 2017
âBehind those eyes, a battle rages. One thatâs not fought overseas with guns and tanks, but one that wreaks havoc in the homeland with harshly spoken words and misguided beliefs.â
One week is all we were supposed to share. One week as strangers. Yet you became so much more.
You were the echo in my storm.
All the little things you did differently irked me. I thought it meant we couldnât get along, that there was no chance weâd work out. But when it came time for me to leave, you know what I figured out?
They were the faint call of home, lost on the wind and the roar of thunder. It was you calling me, hoping Iâd hear you and find my way out of the dark that I had lost myself in when I shut off to survive.
You were my echo. My call back.
And fuck it all if I didnât find home in the end.
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Eleven hours in the office, and this is what I have to come home to. I close my eyes and focus on my breathing, trapped in the naÃ¯ve thought that maybe, just maybe, if I wish him away hard enough, it could truly happen.
Nope. Still there.
Blondie belts a tune out on my car radio, the beat going some way toward helping me find my zen. Three years on, and the sheer sight of him still pisses me off the same as it did when he told me âI donât think I could ever love you again.â
Yeah. Because loving me meant accepting the fact it wasnât my fault, and he refuses to believe that.
I refuse to believe that.
Drawing a deep breath, I reach for the door handle and promptly cut Blondie off mid-sentence as the crisp evening air rushes into my safe haven. With my leather tote snatched in my other hand, I rise and plaster on as natural of a smile as I can manage when my back aches and my feet throb from overuse.
âEight months, Jared.â
My ex leans a shoulder against the side of the house, tucked under the veranda as though he had hoped to blend into the shadows and catch me by surprise.
âAnd yet, it hasnât dulled your attitude any.â
âWhat do you want?â I shut and lock the car, pining for that first dip in a hot bath.
âYou ignored my calls.â He frowns as I walk right by him. âDid you think Iâd be that easy to brush off?â
âHardly.â There was a reason he used to be saved in my phone under âCockroachâ. âIâve been busy.â
âYouâre not the only one,â he bites, inviting himself into the house behind me. âBut then again, you never did understand that concept, did you?â
âCarry on, Jared,â I snap louder than intended. âSee how long this wee conversation lasts if thatâs the way youâre going to steer it.â
He pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs. âIâll make it quick.â For a fleeting second, I see the vulnerable man I fell in love with ten years ago. âI want you to sell the house.â
âWhat?â I throw my tote on the side table with more zest than necessary.
We were married for barely two years, not enough time for the property to have increased substantially in value. So it was decided when we split that Iâd stay in it, paying the mortgage on my own, and the little that he had put in over the course of our relationship would be repaid when I sold.
When I sold.
âIf you need the cashââ
âI need an end to this.â He waves a hand between us as I slump against the hallway wall. âI need to cut ties from you, Cam.â
âI thought we were doing that just fine,â I whisper as I run my eye over his carefully put together outfit.
Fuck, he unfriended me on Facebook the minute he split. I donât even know where he lives now, just that itâs in the city, and judging by the threads heâs got on heâs doing well for himself.
Of course, he doesnât need the money. Heâs never needed anything from me. Makes sense then, that he wants me to sell to ensure he has no reason ever to see me, let alone talk to me, again.
âIf you want closure, Jared, I can get my lawyer to send yours the settlement amount when and if I sell in the future. You donât have to deal with me.â
He shrugs. âExcept I would. Youâd still be there in the back of my mind every time I have to list assets, Cam. Or if Kell and I want to apply for another mortgageâitâs still in my name, too.â
âSo we change it.â I push aside the reference he made to the whore who stole him away. âMake a time at the bank, and Iâll meet you there.â
Silence hangs thick, choking the air in the houseâthe very reason for this conversation. I push off the wall with the flat of my hand and take a couple of steps toward the lounge room.
He hangs in the entrance hall. âAs soon as we can agree on a realtor.â
âNo.â I drop to the edge of the armchair, bracing myself with both hands on the cushion. âYouâve got to give me longer.â
âWhy, Cam?â He ventures as far as the open doorway, ever reluctant to get too close to me. âYouâve had three years to get what you need out of being here. Staying in the house wonât change anything.â
âExactly,â I whisper.
I never stayed in the hope it would settle the past, or that the memories the house held could ever ease the pain. I didnât stay to heal. I stayed to keep the wound open and festering, to never forget.
I chose to remain in the home we shared so I would be reminded every day of what I did and why I donât ever deserve to have that kind of love again.
âYou need to move on,â Jared murmurs as he retraces his steps toward the door. âItâs not healthy, Cam.â
He twists the handle and opens the front door a fraction, resting his shoulder against the edge as he drives the nail home a little harder.
âYou need to own up to what you did.â
Born and bred in Canterbury, New Zealand, Max now resides with her family in beautiful and sunny Queensland, Australia.
Life with two young children can be hectic at times, and although she may not write as often as she would like, Max wouldnât change a thing.
In her down time, Max can be found at her local gym, brain-storming through a session with the weights. If not, sheâs probably out drooling over one of many classic cars on show that she wishes she owned.