Title: Stolen from the Hitman: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance
Author: Alexis Abbott
Release Date: August 12, 2016I’m leaving my dark past behind me, where it belongs, and it seems like fate has finally smiled on me when she comes into my life. Innocent, pure, and with a bright future ahead of her, she’s the girl I always wanted and never deserved. Then, those scumbags steal her right from under of my nose. But they don’t know who I am, or the lives I’ve taken. They’re out to make some quick cash by selling a pure bride, and there’s no way I’m going to let that happen. Not to her. I have to risk everything to save her. Then, I’ll try to win her heart and make her mine.
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Mystery (cozy, psychic)
Date Published: August 12, 2016
Just back from Paris, Shelby barely has time to get over her jet lag before she is right back in the thick of things. Uncle Joey, the local mob boss, needs her help to find out what his son is hiding from him. Detective Harris, AKA Dimples, has an unsolved homicide on his hands, along with a missing engagement ring. Shelby's husband, Chris, just got promoted to partner in his law firm, and she has yet to see his new office or meet his new secretary. Add to that the opportunity to purchase a beautiful home, and Shelby is racing from one thing to the next while trying to keep them all straight.
When a courier in Uncle Joey’s organization turns up dead, it’s up to Shelby and her mind-reading powers to find out who killed him and why. The house Shelby wants to buy has a few problems that go beyond the building code, and the murder she’s helping Dimples solve has ties to Chris’ law firm. Even using all of her skills, Shelby finds one hidden deception after another. And if she’s not careful, it might be the one she least expects that will kill her.
Today began like any other Monday.
The routine of getting my kids off to school was just the same as it had always been, and I found it a little disconcerting to think that I’d just had the adventure of my life in Paris, and now it seemed like I’d never been gone.
We’d gotten home on Friday, so with the weekend to get over my jet-lag, there was no excuse for not going back to my everyday life. It would have been depressing except for the fact that I had something to look forward to. Just thinking about it sent a thrill of excitement through me.
My husband, Chris, had just made partner at his law firm. With that came a few other benefits, one of which was a big raise in pay. On the plane ride home from Paris, Chris had mentioned this to me, along with the news that the house I’d always admired from afar was for sale. Now, there was a real possibility we could afford it.
I’d had my eye on that house ever since we’d moved into the area. It had a certain enchantment about it that fueled my imagination. It was situated on a beautiful, stately, tree-lined street, and was built in the Old Victorian style. It even had a round turret on one side that spanned two floors, and another in the back. A wrap-around porch had recently been added, making it even more inviting.
It wasn’t a huge house, but big enough for our family, and I’d always thought it would be cool to live there. Even better, it was in our neighborhood and school district. So if we did buy it, our kids could stay in their schools and keep their friends.
The only drawback I could see? People moved in and out a lot, so it might need some fixing up, especially the yard. But that also meant the price would be lower, so it could all work out in the end. Chris had called a realtor on Saturday, and I had an appointment to meet him there this afternoon.
This fit into my plans perfectly, since I needed to visit Thrasher Development this morning and have a talk with Uncle Joey. He was the local mob-boss and my employer. And he wasn’t even my real uncle. But since he knew my secret, I was more or less coerced into working for him.
Recently, he’d sent his hit-man, Ramos, to look after me when I’d accompanied a federal agent to Paris on a routine trip. It had turned out to be a heck of a lot more than I’d bargained for. In fact, without Ramos’ help and protection, I’d be dead.
The last time I’d talked with Uncle Joey, he wasn’t too happy with me. And since he’d basically saved my life by sending Ramos… again, I owed him big-time, probably for as long as I lived. Or at least until my mind-reading abilities stopped. So far, that hadn’t happened. And deep inside, I hoped it never would.
It had been a whole year since my life changed during a bank robbery at the grocery store while I was shopping for carrots. A bullet wound to my head had changed something in my brain, and now I could hear people’s thoughts. I could hardly believe how fast the time had gone since then.
In fact, reading minds had become so much a part of my identity that I didn’t think I could ever go back to the person I was before. So, even though it might get me out of helping a mob-boss, and keep me out of trouble, and even keep me from getting killed, I’d hate to lose it. How crazy was that?
On the other hand, Uncle Joey was getting older. He had to be over sixty-five. That meant he should retire at some point in the next few years. Maybe by then, he’d let me off the hook. Ha! Who was I kidding? Uncle Joey didn’t seem like the retiring type. He liked power way too much. And barring death, either his or mine, I didn’t think I’d ever be out from under his thumb.
It also worried me a little that the circle of people who actually knew my secret had just widened to include French Inspector Gabriel Dumont. But since I’d helped save a chunk of Paris, he’d readily agreed to keep it to himself.
So, including Uncle Joey, Ramos, my husband, Chris, and Detective Harris, whom I called Dimples, that still added up to only five people, so maybe it wasn’t so bad. Oh wait, there was one more… Kate.
How could I forget her? She was the main reason I got involved with Uncle Joey in the first place. As a new lawyer at Chris’ law firm, she’d set her sights on Chris, even though she knew he was happily married to me. In order to stop her, I’d threatened to expose her ties to the local mob-boss, Joe ‘The Knife’ Manetto, whom she called Uncle Joey.
That’s when it all went wrong, and I had to tell Uncle Joey my secret in order to stay alive. Kate had since been banished to run Uncle Joey’s operations in Seattle, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t pop back up in my life at any time.
Just thinking about her brought a sick feeling to my stomach, but now that she was involved with Alec Passini and his shipping company, I hoped that kept her occupied. Still, I wouldn’t put it past her to ask for my help if she needed it. So, of all the people who knew my secret, Kate was the one I worried about the most. Good thing I had Uncle Joey on my side. Everyone else thought I had ‘premonitions,’ and I needed to make sure it stayed that way.
Now that I was back in the real world, it hit me that I had a lot to worry about, so to alleviate those worries, I decided to change my focus to the possibility of purchasing my dream home. That helped revive me and, with anticipation, I jumped into the shower to get ready for my day.
An hour later, I pulled into the parking garage of Thrasher Development and gathered the special gifts I’d purchased in Paris for Uncle Joey, his secretary and wife, Jackie, and Ramos. I was excited about the gifts I’d bought for Uncle Joey and Jackie, but more than a little nervous about the one I’d bought for Ramos. I mean, what could I possibly give to the man who’d rescued me from a bunch of crazy terrorists?
Not only that, but he’d stuck by my side when he could have easily been blown up. The little Eiffel Tower I’d gotten him seemed kind of silly, but it was also personal. The first time I’d seen it sparkle was the night he’d saved my life and took me there to help settle me down. Now, when I thought of the Eiffel Tower, it was always of that moment standing there with him.
It was bad of me in so many ways, especially considering the kiss. Of course it wasn’t a personal kiss since Gabriel had kissed me too. It was kind of a French thing to celebrate not getting blown up; Joie de Vivre, and all that.
Still, I had to admit that I’d liked it, and that I didn’t feel too guilty about it. That probably made me even more of a bad person, but it’s not like I’d ever do it again. I loved my husband more than I could say, and we had two great kids together.
But Ramos was special to me too, and always would be. So giving him the Eiffel Tower was an okay thing to do, right? Still, maybe I should forget about it and just give him the extra chocolates instead. Then I wouldn’t have to worry that I’d crossed some sort of line.
About the Author
As the author of the Shelby Nichols Adventure Series, Colleen is often asked if Shelby Nichols is her alter-ego. “Definitely,” she says. “Shelby is the epitome of everything I wish I dared to be.” Known for her laugh since she was a kid, Colleen has always tried to find the humor in every situation and continues to enjoy writing about Shelby’s adventures. “I love getting Shelby into trouble…I just don’t always know how to get her out of it!” Colleen lives in the Rocky Mountains with her family. Besides writing, she loves a good book, biking, hiking, and playing board and card games with family and friends. She loves to connect with readers and admits that fans of the series keep her writing.
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Series: The Reckless Series
Author: HJ Bellus
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 8
From the USA Today and AMAZON best seller, HJ Bellus, comes a sexy romance: FILTHY.
It was just a summer fling.
He taught me his bad boy ways.
And now I’m beyond being saved.
At first it was fun, but now it’s an addiction my skin craves.
All sense of reality disappears and there’s no boundaries holding me in.
My name is Darby and this is FILTHY.
HJ Bellus is a small town girl who loves the art of storytelling. When not making readers laugh or cry, she's a part-time livestock wrangler that can be found in the middle of Idaho, shot gunning a beer while listening to some Miranda Lambert on her Beats and rocking out in her boots.
Author: Joanna Blake
Cover Designer: Mayhem Cover Creations
Photog: James Critchley
Cover Model: Andrew England
Release Date: July 28, 2016
She's the one who got away. But I live for the chase…I'm a thrill seeker. I fly the fastest jets in the world, and ride my motorcycle when I'm on the ground. The only thing that matters to me is speed. Why would I ever think about settling down? Jenny Reeds, that's why. One look in those hazel eyes and I found a thrill no dogfight could match. For one wild, unforgettable night, she was mine. I wanted to keep her close but she disappeared without even telling me her last name. I did my tour and flew combat missions in desert skies. But I never forgot her. Now they have me pushing papers and training new pilots. I thought I'd be bored to tears. Guess who I run into my first night back? It's her, my wild-eyed, fiery-haired beauty. Turns out she's the General's daughter. But that won't stop me. I'm persistent and it doesn't take too long before she's back in my arms. Only one problem. She's kept one hell of a secret from me. She had a baby while I was overseas. My baby. Now I want them both under my roof. Permanently. I've never failed a mission yet and I don't intend to start now. Cockpit is a standalone novel with a guaranteed HEA and no cheating. This edition includes bonus materials and will end before 100%!
The spark was still there, and then some. She didn't have to like it. There wasn't a damned thing either one of us could do about it.
Eden literally fell into Coen's arms as he rescued her, and she has belonged to him ever since that day. She has sent him an invitation to her graduation and he's obliged to go... Right?
Coen has always been Eden's knight in shining armor, and now she needs him more than ever. Will he come and rescue her one final time?
Warning: This book is short, with speed-of-light insta-love and a ridiculous storyline. If you're looking for quick and dirty, then come tempt the law with us!
Alexa Riley is two sassy friends who got together and wrote some dirty books. They are both married moms of two who love football, donuts, and obsessed book heroes.
They specialize in insta-love, over-the-top, sweet, and cheesy love stories that don’t take all year to read. If you want something SAFE, short, and always with a happily ever after, then Alexa Riley is for you!
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ROMANIAN MOB CHRONICLES BOX SET BOOKS 1-3
When a mobster decides he wants you, you’d better be ready…
For his rough demands.
His dark passion.
And possessiveness that accepts no compromise…
I thought the only thing I feared was living another day in the hell my life had become. But when I looked at his hulking, tattooed body, the icy brutality in his eyes, I realized I was wrong.
Familie. My clan.
I’d fight for it, kill for it, die for it. It’s all that matters to me. But her innocence, only barely hidden by thick layers of makeup, the curves that her tight dress can’t hide, calls to me.
So I’ve decided to keep her.
No matter how deadly the consequences.
When my best friend fell in love with a mobster, I thought she’d lost her mind. Until I met his brother…
Love is a lie, a fairy tale.
In my world, all that matters is staying alive, protecting my clan. There’s no room for normal people. No room for people like her. Especially people like her. She’s pushy, nosy, talks way too much, but I can’t make myself stay away.
But I have to. Because if I don’t, it might kill both of us.
I’ve infiltrated the Romanian mob.
It’s dangerous, insane, but it’s the only way to get the justice I deserve, the vengeance I’ve dedicated my life to. So I’ve wormed my way in, gotten close enough to strike. Everything is going according to plan.
I don’t trust her.
She puts on a good face, playing the sweet, kindly nurse.
I’m not convinced.
But not trusting her hasn’t stopped me from wanting her.
Because I do want her.
Badly enough to ignore the voice in my head that screams at me to stay away.
Badly enough that I’ll put my honor, my clan, and her life at risk.
And my gaze clashed with a brooding blue one, one I recognized instantly as Sorin’s teasing anger.
My fear turned to rage in an instant, and I pushed at him, pushed again when he lifted a corner of his mouth and laughed.
“Did I scare you, Esther?” he said, his rich, deep voice rolling through the room.
I pushed him again, halfway considered slugging him, but I half worried that hitting the solid wall of his chest would just hurt my hand.
He leaned against the door, smirking, his hand against my waist hot and heavy and the other still holding my wrist. “So quiet,” he said.
I exhaled, swallowed and then swallowed again, trying to calm my pounding heart before I finally was able to speak. “Dammit, Sorin! What the hell is wrong with you?”
“Vasile said you’d just left. I thought I’d make sure you got home,” he said, still smiling, something I’d seen more of in these last thirty seconds than I had during the months I’d known him. For a fleeting moment, I wondered if seeing me was the reason why, but I quickly pushed that aside.
I glared at him, tried to pull my hand away, but he didn’t release me.
“Come on, Esther, don’t be a bad sport,” he said, his voice dropping lower.
“Ugh!” I said. I clenched my fists and stomped, unable to form words, which only made him laugh harder.
I stomped again, not quite sure what to say, and not quite sure that I had the ability to say it.
As I did, he watched me, and I was suddenly aware of his hand tightening against my waist, the scant inches that separated our bodies, noticed the way his gaze dropped to my breasts before lifting to my eyes.
That heated look was just the spur I needed.
“Why are you here, Sorin?” I whispered.
Instead of responding he pushed away from the door, moving fast until I was pressed against the wall, Sorin looming over me. I had to crane my neck to see his face, the dark obscuring his features. It was unnerving, Sorin’s hands on me, his body nearly touching mine but his face unseen. I’d been this close to him before, that first day when he had tried to keep me out, but this felt different, more intimate, especially the way he stared down at me, imposing body over mine, face in shadow.
“What are we going to do?” he asked.
I scoffed. “What are you talking about? And why are you here?” I repeated.
Even though I could hardly see his eyes, I turned away, unable to withstand the intensity that I felt in his gaze.
“Look at me, Esther,” he said as he leaned forward, his voice soft and demanding. Undeniable.
I lifted my gaze to his again, saw the heat in it.
“I asked you a question. What are we going to do?”
“D-do?” I stopped, swallowed hard. “Do about what?”
“That’s disappointing,” he said, narrowing his eyes.
“You’re playing coy. You didn’t strike me as the type.”
“Sorin, I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I said, impressed when I managed to sound believable because it was a big fat lie. Even before my mind had processed that it was Sorin who’d held me, my body had responded, the gathering dampness between my thighs testament to the fact.
“So you don’t feel it, Esther?”
“Feel what?” I asked, but in reality I knew exactly what he was talking about, and I most certainly felt it.
Felt it in every inch of my body, which practically strained toward him, begging for his touch, felt in it in the butterflies that flitted around my stomach, in the pulse that beat in my chest. But what I didn’t feel was fear. Not anymore.
“You’re a big part of my niece’s life, very important to my sister…”
“She’s not your sister,” I said, voice soft, almost timid.
“Close enough. We’re going to be spending time together, so we need to handle this,” he whispered as he leaned even closer, his breath fanning against my face, his lips centimeters from mine.
“How would you suggest we do that?” I said.
“I think I have an idea.”
Again moving with lightning speed, he turned me so my face was pressed against the wall, his body against mine. Even through the layers of our clothes, I felt the heat of his body, the hardness of his chest, his solid, heavy thighs curved against mine, his hardness against my ass. I almost purred with pleasure, and just barely kept myself from pressing against him harder.
He released his hold on my wrist, and without thought, I lifted my hand to the wall, my fingers curving as I tried to seek purchase. With the hand still on my hip, he pulled me back toward him, his cock grinding against me, his breath on my neck, raising goose bumps across my skin.
“Is this your idea?” I choked out.
“Part of it,” he said.
Then he trailed his fingers across my hip and up to my waistband, the first touch of his rough fingertips against my skin making me exhale sharply. He stayed there for a moment, his thumb teasing my skin, and then he put his other hand on my waist, fingers meeting in the middle of my stomach, hot hands against me making me shiver.
“This will help,” he said as he casually popped open my pants and slid down the zipper.
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Hard Core Law
by Angi Morgan
Series: Texas Rangers: Elite Troop, #4
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Mass Market Paperback Release Date: July 19, 2016
Digital Release Date: August 1, 2016
HE'D BREAK THE LAW TO GET HIS KIDS BACK
The twins were all Josh Parker had in this world. So when they were kidnapped, he couldn't rely on his Texas Rangers star to get them back safely. Or involve Tracey Cassidy, the only person he trusted to care for his children. A family of criminals was asking him to break the law if he ever wanted to see his children again. But when Tracey caught wind of his plan, she knew no matter how big Josh's heart was, he had a future with his twins to look forward to. They needed their father. And this was one burden he wouldn't have to shoulder alone.
Angi Morgan writes “Intrigues where honor and danger collide with love.” She combines Texas characters in realistic and dangerous situations with actual locations. A Publisher’s Weekly best-seller, Angi’s work is featured world-wide and has been a finalist in the Bookseller’s Best Award, Romantic Times Best First Series, Gayle Wilson Award of Excellence and the Daphne du Maurier. She has recently been honored by Romance Writers of America as PRO Mentor of the Year. Catch up with Angi online where she shows off her foster Labradors along with her own four-legged friends.