Once Upon a Sexy Scrooge by Ella Frank & Brooke Blaine is now live!
Ah, Christmas. The most magical time of the year. A time when the snow is falling, cider is flowing, and couples are kissing under the mistletoe.
Too bad all that makes me want to gag.
Look, it isn’t that I’m a hater, it’s just that I have a job to do, and this particular holiday is getting in the way of that. And I know what you’ll say, that Micah Noble’s Christmas Tree Farm is a beloved tradition for many of the families of Merrihill, but you have to see the bigger picture here: a five-star luxury resort where overworked Manhattanites can escape to, a serene place of spas and shopping and watching sexy lumberjacks chopping wood…
Oh, wait, scratch that last one. Lumberjacks aren’t my thing. Anymore. Micah Noble cured me of that, which tends to happen when you’re trying to buy someone’s family land to bulldoze to the ground.
He can call me a Scrooge all he wants, but business is business, and pleasure is…well, not something I can afford to think about. Even if it does come packaged in those tight jeans and flannel shirts that make me want to rip them off with my teeth—
No. This is not happening. I will not think of Micah as anything other than an obstacle to getting what I want. A really, really sexy obstacle.
Ugh. Screw Christmas and the sleigh it rode in on.
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Ella Frank is the USA Today Bestselling Author of the Temptation series, including Try, Take, and Trust and is the co-author of the fan-favorite Preslocke series. Her Prime Time series has been praised as “highly entertaining!” and “sexy as hell!”
A life-long fan of the romance genre, Ella writes contemporary and erotic fiction.
Some of her favorite authors include Tiffany Reisz, Kresley Cole, Riley Hart, J.R. Ward, Erika Wilde, Gena Showalter, and Carly Philips.
Brooke Blaine is a USA Today Bestselling Author best known for writing romantic comedy and M/M romance. Her novels lead with humor and heart, but Brooke never shies away from throwing in something extra naughty that will scandalize her conservative Southern family for life (bless their hearts).
She’s a choc-o-holic, lives for eighties bands (which means she thinks guyliner is totally underrated), believes it’s always wine o’clock, and lives with the coolest cat on the planet—her Ragdoll/Maine Coon mix, Jackson Agador Spartacus.
Popular girl, Kennedy Myers made one mistake in high school – she chose the wrong boy. If only her nerdy friend, Elijah Stevenson would have told her how he felt, maybe things could have been different. Ten years later, the Spring Hills High School reunion gives them a chance to face their regrets. Will they get a second chance, or will it be just another missed connection? Readers who enjoy swoony reads will love Kiss You Back by Mel Walker, a second chance, friends-to-lovers, small town romance.
Love Doesn’t Come with an Expiration Date
Kennedy Myers was the queen of Spring Hills High School: beauty pageant champ, head cheerleader, and the most popular girl in school. She only made one mistake—she said yes to the wrong boy.
Elijah Stevenson was the resident nerd at Spring Hills High. Convention said he should have never been friends with someone like Kennedy Myers. He hid in the shadows and avoided the spotlight, which was where she thrived. Not wanting to risk their friendship, Elijah watched as she ran off with the boy he knew wouldn’t love her the way he did.
The Spring Hills Ten-Year High School reunion gives them both an opportunity to revisit the point in their life which they both hold with regret. Will the reunion allow them a second chance or will it be just another missed connection?
I climb off the bike and begin to walk with it toward the edge of the water when movement to my right causes me to turn. It’s a person, and I nearly jump.
“Kennedy?”
He stares at me with a surprised look that must match mine. “Elijah? What…” I don’t complete the sentence. Words aren’t necessary. We both know why. My eyes scan over his shoulder to his rental car from this afternoon, backed into the woods and camouflaged by the trees. On the ground in front of it is a blanket, a bottle of beer, a half-eaten sandwich, and a book. Of course, a book. “I don’t want to disturb you…” I mutter, feeling like an intruder. There are a thousand hidden roads outside of town, but only one both Elijah and I claim, and I had to decide to visit this one the same night he returned to town. What could this mean?
He hops to his feet, striding toward me. He’s changed outfits, now sporting a comfortable aqua polo shirt and khaki shorts. He’s barefoot, his sandals placed to the side of the blanket. His hazel eyes lock on me, and I feel like I’m in a tractor beam of a spaceship, unable to move. He reaches me in three long strides, a look of determination in his body but vulnerability in his voice. “Please. Stay.”
I have no defense for his words. Before I take another breath, he slips his hands into mine and doesn’t move. He stares at me like I’m a dream—as if I’m a prize. No one has looked at me like that in years. Surely this close, he must see the broken pieces in front of him.
“I thought the sunset would be the most beautiful thing I hoped to see this evening.” He squeezes my hand slightly. “Once again, you’ve proven me wrong.” He leans in, and a woodsy and citrus scent from a recent shower fill my nostrils. His words are so different, so daring from the quiet boy years ago, yet the look remains the same. He’s finally able to enunciate the words he’s always held back from me.
I close my eyes and prepare, hoping he’ll reward me in our own special way. His warm lips land on the tip of my nose. “Kiss you.” His voice catches as the words stretch to fill the silence.
I sway on my heels, his gentle pull the only thing keeping me from falling. My eyes open, no longer surprised to find his gaze locked on me, examining me. This is no longer the boy who backs down, who walks away. His gaze lowers to my lips, which part with a soft exhale. We are too close for the shadows to hide him mouthing the words oh my god.
Help us both.
I’m not sure how exactly we fell into this deadly greeting, but nothing in the world gets my heart beating like this. Every single time. I feel like I’m on a tightrope walking a thin cable while a storm whips around us. Every single time, I expect to fall. Every single time I nearly do.
I end this torture by pressing my lips to the tip of his nose. I linger longer than I ever have before, only the burn in my calves causing me to lower. The bottom of my lower lip brushes against the top of his upper one. A spark races through my body, and another audible sigh escapes my mouth. “Kiss… you back.”
I avoid his gaze, landing on his Adam’s apple as he takes a long gulp. “Like minds,” he says and juts his chin toward his blanket. I follow him, our hands still intertwined as one.
Mason’s Trail was Elijah’s go-to spot back in high school. At least twice a week, he’d hide out here away from the world. The first time he brought me here was junior year. Getting to know Elijah is a process. It takes a long while to earn his trust and for him to lower his barriers, but once he does, you have a permanent place in his fortress.
We’ve only been here together maybe a dozen times in the final two years of high school, but I always think of this place as our place, not his, not mine.
“I was out for a ride, and the bike just turned down the road,” I say as we slip down to a large red-and-black plaid blanket. My visit to the women’s center is just another secret I keep from him.
He tilts his head in my direction, a sexy half smirk on his beautiful face. “Did you come for the sunset or me?”
About Mel Walker
Mel Walker has been writing fiction most of his adult life. Specializing in Short Stories and Contemporary fiction and Romance Novels. A native New Yorker and life-long frustrated NY Mets fan. He loves to write about ordinary people placed in difficult situations, especially as it relates to their closest relationships.
Mel Walker is a rare bird, the male romance author. Specializing in heartfelt small town romance, he enjoys telling compelling romances with all the feels. A native New Yorkers and life-long frustrated NY Mets fan, he enjoys long walks, bike rides and taking in the energy of the city.
Manager for Hart’s Horse Rescue, Lucy Lenoir, finally feels she has a handle on life after having worked hard to leave her old one behind. So hard, there are times she almost forgets what she escaped. Memories which suddenly come flooding back when she catches a glimpse of a familiar horseman in town.
What’s worse, he’s in the company of the unlikely cowboy she’s only just beginning to trust.
High Mountain Tracker, Bo Rivera, tries hard never to repeat his mistakes. A huge one changed the course of his life and made him particularly cautious, especially around women. So much so, he almost passed up on the best thing to ever walk into his life; the compact, blonde ballbuster in need of a gentle hand.
However, the more he learns about her, the more he realizes a soft touch alone won’t keep her demons at bay. Those will need a firmer hand…to keep the gun steady.
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Lucy
Look at those poor babies.
They can’t be more than a week old but won’t last much longer if I don’t intervene. Their mother isn’t looking any better.
I got the call earlier this afternoon and wish I’d been able to wait for a deputy to follow me, but potential cases of animal abuse aren’t very high on their list of priorities. The woman who called insisted the situation was dire, and she’s right.
“Hey! You!”
Oh shit.
A rough-looking, burly guy is coming around the corner of the dilapidated farmhouse, about fifty yards from where I’m crouched next to the pen. He has a shotgun in his hands and it’s aimed at me.
“You’ve got two seconds to get off my property,” he yells, looking pissed.
This kind of rescue work isn’t without its occasional challenges and dangers. It isn’t the first time I’ve looked down the barrel of a gun held by some disgruntled farmer or rancher when they didn’t appreciate my rescue of their abused animal. Still, it never fails to scare the crap out of me.
I don’t like guns. I’ve never been comfortable around them, although I will say I won’t hesitate to grab the shotgun we have by the front door at the rescue when facing anyone who threatens our safety or the safety of the animals. Too much has happened here over the past two years since we moved from Billings.
We, being Alexandra Hart and myself. I’ve worked for Alex for over eight years now. I joined her when Hart’s Horse Rescue was on a much, much smaller property, just outside Billings, Montana. Then, two years ago, she purchased the property near Libby and I happily followed her here. Of course, since then, she’s met and moved in with Jonas Harvey at the High Meadow Ranch, just down the road.
At the rescue we don’t only provide a safe haven for the animals, but also rehabilitate injured and traumatized animals. Alex is something of a horse whisperer and has a special affinity with the animals I lack. Don’t get me wrong, I’m good with the horses—all the animals—but they certainly don’t respond to me the way they do to Alex.
Anyway, these days it’s just me and the animals at the rescue, where I look after the day-to-day operations. Not a bad gig, not at all. I have a job I love; I have a roof over my head, and I live in what has to be one of the most beautiful places in the world.
Not that I’ve traveled much. I’m about the farthest away from where I grew up right now, although staring down a barrel is familiar.
According to Lester Franklin’s neighbor, he leaves for work every day at the same time and doesn’t return home until late afternoon. I’d parked on the neighbor’s property and was supposed to wait for a sheriff’s deputy to show, when I saw him drive off and came to investigate. I didn’t want to miss the opportunity, so I went in without backup. Hindsight being twenty-twenty, that had not been my smartest move.
Today being the exception to the rule, he obviously returned early and isn’t happy finding me here.
I lift my hands up to show him I’m not armed.
“Your kid goats need to be supplement-fed or they’re gonna die,” I yell back.
“None ‘a your goddamn business what I do with my goats. Yer trespassing!”
He racks his shotgun and repositions it against his shoulder, lining me up in his sights. The sound of it is a bit unnerving, but I know that’s what he intends; to scare me off.
“Look, if you’re happy to let them die, why not just give them to me to look after?”
The shotgun blast is loud as the dirt in front of me sprays up. I’m down on my face the next second. Guess he wasn’t just trying to scare me. I vaguely notice a stinging burn on my shin but my eyes are locked on Lester Franklin, who appears to be cocking his gun, readying it for another shot.
“Hey! Lincoln County Sheriff’s Department. Put that damn shotgun down!”
I turn my head slightly to where a fresh-faced sheriff’s deputy is standing, legs spread wide and her hand on the butt of her service weapon. Sloane Eckhart. She’s the niece of my friend Pippa’s husband, Sully, and brand-new to the department. So new, I can still see the creases on her uniform shirt.
“I have every right to defend my property! She’s an intruder.”
“That’s where you’re wrong, Mr. Franklin,” Sloane fires back right away. “She’s at worst a trespasser and if you shoot at her you’re the one who’s gonna be going to jail! Now, I’m gonna ask you one more time; put the shotgun down!”
Despite my rather precarious position, I grin at the girl’s attitude. Hell, she’s probably early twenties, looks more like a child playing dress-up than an actual sheriff’s deputy, but she’s sure not easily intimidated.
“What are you gonna do about it?” Franklin challenges her.
Slow and easy, she slips her weapon in her hand, widens her stance, and aims straight at him.
“I outshot the entire department in an accuracy test two weeks ago,” she says calmly. “Want to test me?”
For a few seconds, it looks like we might have a shootout when the guy pans his aim toward Sloane, but at the last moment lowers the barrel.
I get to my feet and notice my lower leg still burning. The front of my jeans on the left side is wet and stained dark. Wonderful.
“Were you hit?”
Sloane walks over, her eyes zoomed in on my leg.
“Just some rock spray hitting me, I think. Just a scratch.”
I don’t want her distracted, I want her to control Lester while I collect these poor goats.
“Right,” she says, giving me a hard look before she walks to her cruiser, the driver’s side door still open. “Gonna call some backup. Looks like we need Animal Control out here too.”
While Sloane puts in her calls, I pull up the leg of my jeans as I try to keep an eye on Franklin, who continues to hover in front of his house. My leg is a mess. It’s difficult to see anything, but I look to be bleeding from more than one source.
“Yikes,” Sloane comments, walking up. “Maybe I should’ve called the EMTs as well. That doesn’t look good.”
Bo
“Can you hand me the wrench?”
I dig through the toolbox and give James the requested tool.
We’re out behind the ranch house, in the shed where the pump running the automated watering system is housed. The system provides water to the horses out in the fields closest to the house. There are only a few of the back meadows left to cart water to, but if we can’t get this damn pump to work, we’re gonna be back to hauling it everywhere.
It’s a time suck and a general pain-in-the-ass job no one wants to do, which is why we’re back here trying to fix it, even though neither James nor I are particularly talented in mechanics.
“Why don’t I go ask Pippa to come have a look?” I suggest when James releases a few juicy curse words.
Pippa is married to Sully, another member of our team, and she’s a mechanic. They live in one of the cabins on the other side of the ranch house and just welcomed a new baby two weeks ago, so she’s home.
“I’m sure she’s got other things going on,” James mutters.
“Are you kidding? If it was up to her, she would’ve strapped that baby to her body and already be back at the garage working.”
It’s true, I walked in on an argument about exactly that topic between her and Sully just yesterday. Pippa is itching to do something with her hands, while her husband feels she needs more time to recover.
He’s just worried about her, being protective, and she’s afraid to lose autonomy over her life with the new baby and relatively new husband. The fear-driven dynamics are clear to see from an observer’s point of view, but I guess even a couple of weeks of sleepless nights, constant feedings, and endless diapers can make you lose perspective.
Pippa is a rock and I have no doubt she’ll jump at the opportunity to get out of the house for a bit. Sully’s back to work and manning the breeding barn with Fletch today, but there are many at the ranch who’d drop anything to keep an eye on that baby girl for a few minutes.
Poor kid was born into one of the strangest families I’ve ever known, with a whole bunch of uncles, aunts, an honorary grandfather, and a handful of cousins, of which only one aunt and one cousin are actually blood related. The ranch, High Meadow, is at the center of this haphazard family. Its owner, Jonas Harvey, was my commander in the armed forces. Jonas, Sully, Fletch, James, and I were part of a special ops tracking unit. Like me, Jonas came from a ranching background. When he aged out of the unit, he bought this place, pulling us in one by one as we each aged out.
High Meadow is a stud farm, but in recent years we’ve been developing our own breeding program as well. In addition to that, the ranch is also the base for High Mountain Trackers. We may all have been too old for Uncle Sam, but we’re still able to put our skills to good use with HMT, which is a search and rescue—or recovery—unit on horseback. We get a variety of calls, anywhere from missing children to hunting down criminals, and often work together with local and state law enforcement.
The ranch is our home, even though I’ve never lived here like most of my brothers. I have my reasons for choosing an old apartment in town over one of the staff cabins on the ranch, although there’ve been many times I wished things were different. That’s life though, you’ve just got to roll with it. I’m sure there’ll come a day I can wake up to beautiful views and sweet mountain air instead of the parking lot at the rear of the restaurant next door, but that day isn’t here yet.
There’s no one at the cabin, but I find Pippa and the baby in the kitchen at the main house. Carmi is being burped by Alex, Jonas’s woman, with his old man, Thomas, looking on. I bend down and give that little downy blond head a kiss.
“How’s my little girl?”
“She sure don’t look like yours,” Thomas pipes up, unable to resist a tease.
There were too many years I would’ve taken that the wrong way, especially coming from an old, white, Southern boy, but I know he would’ve said the same thing to Fletch, who is white but dark-haired. This isn’t about the color of my skin but the blond hair the baby inherited from her father.
“Hush, after her daddy, Bo gets dibs. He delivered her,” Pippa reminds the old man with a grin.
I did. Two weeks ago, at the horse rescue.
It wasn’t my first baby—before I joined the military I worked as a nurse in different departments—but it had been a few years, maybe even decades, since the last one. Luckily, the basic mechanics of childbirth stay the same and, other than the baby was coming fast, there were no complications.
“Hey, you got a minute?” I ask Pippa. “We can’t get the motor on the water pump to—”
I don’t even get a chance to finish my sentence before she jumps in.
“Yes. You don’t mind, do you, Alex?”
Alex makes a face as she snuggles the baby closer. “Like you need to ask.”
Pippa follows me outside where we almost bump into Sloane, Sully’s niece, who moved here over the summer. She’s a sheriff’s deputy.
“I was looking for you” she addresses Pippa. “Where’s the baby?”
“Kitchen.” Pippa cocks her thumb over her shoulder. “I swear,” she continues when Sloane rushes up the porch steps. “I’ve ceased to exist since she was born. Don’t get me wrong, I love my baby beyond measure, but it’s a little unsettling when I’m being treated like an extension of that little human instead of my own person.”
I hear her. Fuck, I’m guilty of it too, heading straight for Carmi without even a hello for her mother.
Throwing my arm around her shoulder, I give her a little squeeze.
“Good thing we have a busted water pump to remind us you’re not just good at making babies,” I tease.
“Haha,” she grumbles, elbowing me in the gut.
“Oh, Bo?” I hear Sloane call.
“Yeah, what’s up?” I ask, turning around.
She’s hanging over the porch railing.
“You may wanna swing by Lucy’s, when you have a minute.”
As always when I hear her name, my attention is piqued.
“Why?”
“She had a run-in with a rancher north of town. She didn’t want me calling EMTs, but I think she got hit with some buckshot.”
I don’t realize I’m already moving until I hear Pippa yell out behind me.
USA Today bestselling author Freya Barker loves writing about ordinary people with extraordinary stories.
With forty-plus books already published, she continues to create characters who are perhaps less than perfect, each struggling to find their own slice of happy.
Recipient of the ReadFREE.ly 2019 Best Book We’ve Read All Year Award for “Covering Ollie, the 2015 RomCon “Reader’s Choice” Award for Best First Book, “Slim To None”, Finalist for the 2017 Kindle Book Award with “From Dust”, and Finalist for the 2020 Kindle Book Award with “When Hope Ends”, Freya spins story after story with an endless supply of bruised and dented characters, vying for attention!
Sold to the Demon Prince by Lauren Crowne is out now! Check out this gorgeous paranormal romance and be sure to grab your copy today!
About Sold to the Demon Prince:
The demon prince is arrogant, dangerous, and hot as sin.
He is also my new owner.
As a fae slave, I knew that one day I’d be sold at auction, but I never expected to be purchased by royalty, much less by the demon prince himself.
Rumors say that Prince Leo is a cruel master who murders his fae when they no longer entertain him. They say he’s just like every other species that harvest the magic in our fae blood.
But I know the truth.
There’s more to the demon prince than what the world sees. He has plans, big plans, and if I agree to help him, it could mean freedom for me and every other enslaved fae.
When the day comes that I’m given the chance for freedom, will I take it, even it means leaving Prince Leo forever? Or can I admit that the demon prince who owned my body might own my heart as well?
All books in the Sins of the Blood War series contain spicy tension, deliciously steamy scenes, characters who talk (and curse) like adults, and occasional moments of violence. Leo’s a prince who can do whatever he wants, after all, and in this book, what he wants is her.
Lauren Crowne writes sexy, funny, action-packed fantasy and paranormal romance, transporting readers into a world of fae, demons, wolf shifters, and more. You’ll want to root for her bold heroines and hot heroes, neither of which are afraid to fight for the ones they love. Sold to the Demon Prince is the first book in the Sins of the Blood War trilogy, with all three books following the same couple as they try to hold on to their passion for each other even when the world seems against them. When she isn’t writing, Lauren is addicted to drinking iced coffee, forcing her husband to watch funny TikToks, and traveling with her husband and three kids.
Title: Stay Forever Series: Kincaid Brothers #2 Author: Kaylee Ryan
Genre: Contemporary Romance Release Date: November 1, 2022
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Declan
My whole world has revolved around caring for my baby girl. I never wanted to let anyone into my life – into our life – until Kennedy came to town and threw a wrench into my single-dad routine.
She’s the first woman to make me feel something… anything, in a long time. If only she would let me in.
Kennedy is kind, beautiful, and everything I never knew that I wanted. She looks at me as if I’m her entire world, and her bond with my daughter is something to see. But there’s a problem: she’s leaving in a few weeks, and I need to find a way to ask her to stay.
Kennedy
My trip to Willow River came at the perfect time to escape. Taking care of my grandmother should be my whole focus. What I shouldn’t be doing is falling for a drop-dead-gorgeous single dad. But my meddling grandmother has other ideas.
Declan is impossible to resist. Everything with him is easy and feels right. We feel right. But the timing is all wrong¾no matter how I wish I could change things.
He’s a forever kind of guy, but this isn’t my home, and he doesn’t know what he’s asking when two words change everything… “stay forever.”
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author Kaylee Ryan has been crowned the Queen of Swoon by her readers. With nearly fifty romance books under her belt, she’s known for penning happily ever afters with heart. When she’s not writing, you can find her with a book in her hand or hanging out with her family where she resides in her home state of Ohio.
Sold to the Demon Prince by Lauren Crowne is out now! Check out this gorgeous paranormal romance and be sure to grab your copy today!
About Sold to the Demon Prince:
The demon prince is arrogant, dangerous, and hot as sin.
He is also my new owner.
As a fae slave, I knew that one day I’d be sold at auction, but I never expected to be purchased by royalty, much less by the demon prince himself.
Rumors say that Prince Leo is a cruel master who murders his fae when they no longer entertain him. They say he’s just like every other species that harvest the magic in our fae blood.
But I know the truth.
There’s more to the demon prince than what the world sees. He has plans, big plans, and if I agree to help him, it could mean freedom for me and every other enslaved fae.
When the day comes that I’m given the chance for freedom, will I take it, even it means leaving Prince Leo forever? Or can I admit that the demon prince who owned my body might own my heart as well?
All books in the Sins of the Blood War series contain spicy tension, deliciously steamy scenes, characters who talk (and curse) like adults, and occasional moments of violence. Leo’s a prince who can do whatever he wants, after all, and in this book, what he wants is her.
Lauren Crowne writes sexy, funny, action-packed fantasy and paranormal romance, transporting readers into a world of fae, demons, wolf shifters, and more. You’ll want to root for her bold heroines and hot heroes, neither of which are afraid to fight for the ones they love. Sold to the Demon Prince is the first book in the Sins of the Blood War trilogy, with all three books following the same couple as they try to hold on to their passion for each other even when the world seems against them. When she isn’t writing, Lauren is addicted to drinking iced coffee, forcing her husband to watch funny TikToks, and traveling with her husband and three kids.
Title: Haunted by Desire Series : Finding Love After Death Authors: Emmaleigh Wynters & Maddison Cole
Genre: Paranormal Romance Release Date: October 31, 2022
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His Love For Her Was Alive, Even If He Wasn’t
Astra
I never knew there was a life after death. A world beyond the Veil. I also never knew I had a stalker, one who watched me from the shadows and vowed to protect me forever. Or that he died saving me. Now I’m haunted. A ghost lingers in the darkness of my sanctuary and I find myself with no escape. Because you can’t escape the dead, you can’t fight them either. So afraid, and at his mercy, confusion follows when I come undone for an aspiration. From the feathered kiss of a touch that seeps beneath my skin. No Straitjacket will stop my ghost from coming for me, or possessing all those who dare to harm me.
Hunter
I saw her once. The girl with ocean blue eyes and a problematic smile. She was a deviant under the surface. Mischief dwelled within her troublemaker’s heart. So I decided she’ll be mine. Only I forgot to tell her that. I became obsessed and transfixed by her wicked smile. I hadn’t meant to become her stalker. But I did. And I regret nothing.
Trigger Warning – This book contains sensitive content and is not suitable for anybody under the age of 18 years old. There are themes that may be triggering to some readers. The ending of this book is a happy but unique ending. Please be advised to heed this warning and read with caution.
Ink & Trouble – Emmaleigh. Multi-Genre Dark Romance Author. Smutty Rom-Com Romance Author. A little bit of spice for all of your moods.
Emmaleigh is the Author working under the publishing name Ink & Trouble with the last name… Loader- for her dark/ mc romances. Wynters- for her dark paranormal/ fantasy romances. Allen- for her smutty rom-com romances.
Her favorite things are storms, the woods, the sea, and anything witchy! She loves anything dark and adores loving Alphas and strong women. She’s an avid reader and despite living with disabilities pushes herself to be someone who her family, husband, and sons can be proud of. She’ll always face her struggles and adversities in the face with a big F you!
Where will you find her? Under the duvet living her best life! Not because she’s showered in riches but because she finds joy and happiness in all that surrounds her, even when the dark days are enviable. Free From All Of Reality Where Shadows Fly. Putting the D- In Desire & The F In Fun. Where Dark And Deviance Ignite.
Trigger Warning- Dark themes and tragic stories. My work will always be on the darker side, with happily-devil-afters. Degrees of dark and tragic vary. Soft to hard. I have no middle ground. There are no boundaries. It’s where the story takes me. Unless it’s a smutty rom-com and then you only have one guarantee, a real good time! No cheating, my Heroines would eat their Alphas, and then there would be no story.
Know your worth! We’ll love you anyway. I write funny alphas, paranormal fairy tales, and dark romances for the dark-hearted. Queens in black kicking ass and kings on their knees, worshiping their women and destroying kingdoms. So my question is, will you take immortality by the hand? XOX- Emmaleigh.
Aside from being a married mum of two, Maddison is a serial daydreamer. As a reader of all romance tropes, from RH to Omegaverse, she finally decided to put pen to paper (finger to keyboard doesn’t sound as poetic) and write her own. Maddison hails from the south east of England, where she enjoys watching musicals, an excessive amount of cheesecake and curling up in bed with a steamy romance novel in hand. Not usually all at once but there’s no judgment here.
Title: Short-Term Shag A Rental Rendezvous Series Standalone Author: Kat Baxter
Genre: Steamy Romantic Comedy Release Date: October 28, 2022
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This single mom just might be royally screwed…
Jillian I’m a single mom who works hard to provide for her kid. When my son is away for a week of camp and a friend offers me his condo with a view of the beach for the week, of course I take him up on it! I’m single, not stupid. It’s all fun and games until I get trapped in an elevator with my particular brand of catnip: the hot nerd….
One thing leads to another which leads to shenanigans in his luxury condo. After a long weekend together, he says he wants more. And, oh, I could fall so hard for this guy. Too bad he doesn’t know the real me or just how complicated my life is. When he whisks me away for a weekend abroad, I realize I’m not the only one keeping secrets. And his just might be bigger than mine…
USA Today Bestselling Author Kat Baxter writes fast-paced, sweet & STEAMY romantic comedies. Readers have dubbed her books “laugh-out-loud funny,” “hot enough to melt your kindle,” and “The Queen of Adorkable.” She lives in Texas with her family and a menagerie of animals. Kat is the pseudonym for a bestselling historical romance author.
How did the hottest hockey player in the NHL wind up braiding hair and hosting tea parties?
Because someone was foolish enough to name him the co-guardian of their children. That’s how.
Cole Montgomery’s living his best life—until he gets a call from an attorney letting him know he’s been entrusted with the care of two little girls. He can’t imagine why anyone would think he was a good role model. He can’t even keep a plant alive.
Lingerie designer Hailey Casselton grew up with a free-spirited mother. So, when she finds out she’s the temporary co-guardian to two children, she’s determined to give them the best Christmas they’ve ever had. Unfortunately, she has to live with the jerk from high school who ruined her senior year.
But she gets a glimpse of the man behind Cole’s larger-than-life persona, and she likes what she sees. He might be used to living for himself, but he works hard to change his ways and meet the needs of these lost and scared girls. It doesn’t take long for her to enter dangerous territory—falling for a guy who’s never going to settle down.
Except…as much as Cole keeps saying he can’t wait to get his freedom back…he can’t deny these girls—and okay, even Tallulah—have become the very best part of his life.
Award-winning author Erika Kelly writes sexy, passionate, and emotional contemporary romance. Married to the love of her life and raising four children, she lives in the southwest, drinks a lot of tea, and is always waiting for her cats to get off her keyboard.
Title: Single Santa A Welcome to Kissing Springs Series Standalone Author: Zee Irwin
Genre: Contemporary Holiday Romance Release Date: October 26, 2022
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A struggling singer suddenly playing sultry Santa. A mayor with hopes too high for love. A town in need of reinventing itself. One Christmas wish will make everything right.
Dillon’s dreams of making it big on the country music scene shattered to pieces, but he received no sympathy from his brother. Charles sent him on a mission to deliver some bad news to the mayor of their old hometown of Kissing Springs.
Only he didn’t plan on running into Meadow Boyd as the new mayor—and the old sparks from their high school days returned.
One look into her baby blue eyes and he knew—he’d work real hard to make her dreams and plans come true in more ways than one.
Welcome to Kissing Springs, the Romance Capital of the South.
In this new collection of steamy holiday romance, nine authors bring you standalone stories from single dads to second chances, ex-military to sports romance. There’s someone for everyone. So grab a cup of hot cocoa and snuggle in for a collection of small town stories that will keep you warm all winter.
Zee is a bit of sunshine, living in Pennsylvania with her own grumpy alpha guy, two teenagers, and a faithful golden retriever. While writing in a cottage on her property, she believes luck is a four-letter word for work and takes pride in building her self-publishing empire.
Visit her at ZeeIrwinAuthor.com to keep up to date on her latest work in progress.
Also by Zee Irwin: The Fated Loves Series The Steele Valley Billionaires Series Coming soon: Welcome to Kissing Springs Series The Off-Duty Holidays Series
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