Excerpt Reveal: Brick by Charlie Lee

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My Sin. Her Redemption.
I’m the man your momma warns you about.  The one you never want to meet in a dark alley.
I fight and protect me, mine, and my own. Take a bullet for anyone I love. No damn job is too gruesome for me. And I’m the most loyal motherf*cker you’ll ever encounter.
I live on the wrong side of the law, and I’m damn proud of it. It’s rooted deep in my soul, stems from the scars of my past.
A pool of blood, a lifeless woman, and a missing child lead me into chaos, smack dab in the middle of it.
Why?
To protect what’s mine. Life has never had perfect timing. My sins and her redemptions are about to collide, leaving me changed forever.
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“I’m so sorry, Saxon.” I wrap my arms around his waist; his
chin drops to the top of my head. We may be opposites, but we sure fit together
perfectly.
“No need to be sorry, babe. It’s life and the cruel way it
shapes us.” His arms pull me closer to him until I’m drowning in everything
Saxon.
“I hurt for you.”
He pulls his head back without letting go of me. His
beautiful, scarred face drops to mine. “All this pain and hurt brought us together,
that’s what we need to focus on.”
I smirk. “For being a big badass biker, you sure can go all
romantic on my ass.”
He growls and then attacks my lips. I react without
thinking, opening up to him. Our tongues dance together, exploring every single
space inside each other’s mouths. Saxon presses his want for me into my
stomach, causing me to giggle into his mouth.
He pulls away even though I know he doesn’t want to. “Don’t
be spreading that bullshit around about me. I ain’t no Prince Charming here.”
I crook up an eyebrow in protest. “Could’ve fooled me.”
“Darlin’, I’ll bend you over this fucking bike and take you
from behind right out in the daylight.” Saxon whirls me around.
I can’t help the damn laughter rolling off me. His powerful
palm presses down on the middle of my back while his other hand grips my hip.
“’Bout to Prince Charming the fuck out of you, babe.”
“Brick.” A gruff voice interrupts the playful banter. I
wouldn’t put it pass Saxon to make good on his promise. I’d probably let him. I
mean, come on. He’s bringing me to life. A life worth living. This might be the
first time laughter has graced me in a long time. This man makes me forget
everything and feel safe at the same time. It’s priceless.
Saxon pulls me up from his bike until my back collides with
his chest. He keeps both arms laced around my front.
“Griff,” Brick barks back.
“Church, you dirty motherfucker.” The man called Griff takes
a deep inhale on his cigarette.
“Fuck,” Saxon murmurs into my hair.
Griff strides right back into the club with no fucks given.
Doesn’t take a rocket scientist to tell these men aren’t worried about bedside
manners. Saxon begins walking us forward.
I crane my neck. “Who was that?”
“Our sergeant of arms. He’s a brother.”
“What’s church?”
“Meeting where only brothers and the prez attend. Discuss
club business. Nothing behind those closed doors leaves.”
Both of my eyebrows shoot up. I’ve entered a completely new
world. It’s not until I step into the clubhouse that it hits just how far out
of society these men function.

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Country Nights by Winter Renshaw

 

 

 

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Sixty country days and sixty country nights—that’s all I wanted.

I needed to get away from the city, away from the hot mess that had become my life.

When I stumbled upon my childhood home on RentBnB.com, I took it as a sign, cleaned out my life savings, and hightailed it to the only place that ever meant something to me, a place I hadn’t seen since a lifetime ago.

Only when I arrived to the familiar South Dakotan farmhouse, I was met by a brooding, we-don’t-take-kindly-to-strangers cowboy by the name of River McCray, who insisted this was his house and most definitely not a rental property.

I’d been internet scammed.

And that cocky, smart-mouthed stranger had the nerve to make me a humiliating offer: I could stay in his house for the next two months rent-free, but I had to work for him.

He’d be my boss. And my roommate.

With no money and nowhere else to go, I agreed. But nothing could have prepared me for the tension, the attraction, and the bombshell revelation that changed … everything.

 

“You know it’s three o’clock in the morning, right?” Leighton closes the picket fence gate and steps lightly up the paved sidewalk. She’s grinning, coming toward me like a woman floating on a breeze.
Anchored in a wooden rocking chair, I flatten my lips. “Your point?”
“Why are you still up?” She takes the chair beside me, crossing her legs and leaning toward me. “Were you waiting for me to get home?”
“Nope.” I fold my hands across my stomach, staring ahead.
“Couldn’t sleep?”
“Something like that.” I exhale. Story of my life.
“Can I ask you something?” Leighton’s brows are furrowed, like she’s concentrating, and she rests her chin on top of her hand.
“No.” I rise to head in, only she reaches for me, tugging on my sleeve until I return to my seat.
“Talk to me.”
“We’re not friends,” I remind her.
“We don’t need to be friends to talk.” She sits up tall in her rocker, squaring her shoulders. “I’m just curious about some things.”
“And those things are probably none of your business.” My words are sharp, cutting.
“I know that,” she says, watching me. “Doesn’t make me any less curious.”
We linger in silence for a moment, nothing but the sound of cicadas and the rare bellow of a cow calling her calf somewhere over the hill.
“When I talked to Molly earlier, she said some things…” Leighton pauses.
“Molly says a lot of things.”
“She gave me the impression that you weren’t always like this.”
I scoff. “Weren’t always like what?”
“Closed off. Bitter. Temperamental.” Leighton seems to choose her words carefully, but it doesn’t make them any easier to swallow.
I know what I’ve become. In fact, I’m well aware. No man has his heart and soul pulverized and comes out completely unscathed. I may not have visible scars, but it doesn’t mean they’re not there, taking up permanent residence just beneath the surface.
I feel them every day, a stark reminder of everything I lost.
One day she was here …
The next day she was gone. And she took my whole world with her.
And it wasn’t her fault. Not one bit. It was mine.
That’s something I have to live with the rest of my life.
“Molly thinks you’re lonely,” she says, releasing a gentle chuckle.
Dragging in a ragged breath, I ponder my answer before letting it go. “I’m not sure why you think any of that would concern you.”
“So you are.”
“I didn’t say that,” I snap.
“Well, Molly seems to think that, and she says you guys have known each other since you were kids.” Leighton rocks, staring up at a starless sky with her hands folded across her lower belly. I glance away. “She’s worried about you. She wants to see you smile again.”
“Smiling’s overrated.”
“Molly wants me to stick around,” she says, “for your sake. I told her it probably wasn’t a good idea. I feel like you find me annoying.”
“You wouldn’t be wrong.”
Her brows lift, her jaw unhinges. “Really? So you do find me annoying …”
“You talk way too much. You ask too many questions. And for a city girl, you’re awfully naïve.”
She stands, hands on her hips. “You don’t talk enough. You don’t ask nearly enough questions because you don’t seem to care about anyone but yourself. And for a small-town boy, you’re awfully rude.”
I rise, towering over her and breathing out my nose. She smells like a bar: cheap beer and stale cigarettes. I liked her better when she smelled like my soap and her exotic perfume.
Nothing about this woman belongs here, in this town. She’s too polished and pretty, her eyes too filled with life and hope. This town would chew her up and spit her out, just like it has everyone else who stuck around.
“I’m going to bed,” I say.
Her eyes narrow. “You can’t just walk away.”
“And why the hell not?”
“Because we’re fighting. And you’re trying to run from it.”
“Don’t use my words against me.” I shake my head, hooking my thumbs through the belt loops of my jeans. “I’m not running, Leighton. I’m tired. I’m going to bed. And trust me. We’re not fighting, sweetheart. You’d know if we were.”
Leighton’s hands grip the sides of her head, tugging at her dark hair, and she releases an exasperated moan. I imagine I’m infuriating her right now, but I don’t particularly care. In fact, I couldn’t care less.
“Goodnight, now.” I head back inside, letting the screen door slam behind me.

 



 

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Dragon Unleashed by Eve Langlais

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Every dragon hoard starts with something…or someone.

Tomas hates scientists, especially since they abused him in such vile ways. And yet, there is something about the doctor that calms his inner beast.

Tomas craves her. A treasure for his collection, but how can he convince her to stay?

Chandra is frightened by the dragon keeping her prisoner in his aerie. He’s been hurt so who can blame him for the madness within? However she sees a glimmer of goodness too. Can he open his heart enough to let her in, or will he unleash his fury upon the world?

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Excerpt Reveal: Bad Penny by Staci Hart

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Bad Penny, an all-new romantic comedy standalone from Staci Hart is coming June 15th!

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Title: Bad Penny

Author: Staci Hart

Synopsis

Nothing good comes after the third date.

See, date three is the crucial point when things get real, which is exactly why I bounce out the door, twiddling my fingers at whatever poor boy I’ve left behind. Because if I stick around, one of three things will happen: he’ll profess his undying love, he gets weird and stalky, or I’ll go crazy. Like, Sid and Nancy crazy. Like, chase-him-through-the-streets-begging-him-to-love-me crazy.

Seriously, it’s better for everyone this way.

So when I meet Bodie, I figure it’ll be the same as it ever was. It doesn’t matter that he doesn’t put a single string on me. Doesn’t matter that he’s funny and smart and jacked and can play my body like a grand piano. Because even though I’m built for love, love has only carved me up like a Christmas ham.

Resistance is something I can only hang on to for so long, and he has persistence in spades. But my heart isn’t as safe as I want to believe, and neither is his. And the second I ignore my cardinal rule is the second I stand to lose him forever.

Excerpt:

BODIE

She glanced behind me, twiddling her fingers, presumably at Jude and Phil. “So, you’re a twin, huh?”

I nodded and took a sip of my Maker’s as “Rock the Casbah” kicked off, and everyone around us started bouncing and dancing. “Since birth.”

She laughed. “What a win for the universe that there would be two of you.”

“Double your pleasure, double your fun.”

That caught her off guard, and her bottom lip slipped between her teeth as a flush rose on her cheeks.

Just like that, I had one objective, and it began and ended with her lips.

“Although I should tell you now,” I stepped closer, slipping into her space, and her eyes widened, pupils dilating as she leaned into me, “I don’t like to share.”

The tip of her pink tongue darted out to wet her lips, and her eyes were locked onto my mouth.

“Are you thinking about kissing me?” I asked.

She shook her head, though her eyes didn’t stray. “No, I’m thinking about what your dick looks like.”

I laughed from way down deep in my belly, shocked in the best way and turned on in the worst. And as the ocean of people waved around us, she rose up on her tiptoes, grabbed a handful of my T-shirt, and pulled.

I caught the smallest breath — a surprised, satisfied gasp — just before our lips met, and fireworks exploded in my brain. The kiss wasn’t soft or sweet; it was strong and determined, those red, red lips pressing against mine, opening to let me into her hot mouth, her tongue finding mine like she’d been looking for it her whole life.

The surprise left me as quickly as it had hit, and I leaned into her, my free arm winding around her back to press her body against mine. There wasn’t an inch of space between us, and all the while, our mouths worked each other’s in a long dance that left my heart chugging like a freight train in my chest.

She pulled away, her lips swollen and eyes lust-drunk as they met mine and held them while she kicked back her drink and grabbed my hand.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” she said.

And I smirked, breathless. “Your place or mine?”

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Staci has been a lot of things up to this point in her life — a graphic designer, an entrepreneur, a seamstress, a clothing and handbag designer, a waitress. Can’t forget that. She’s also been a mom, with three little girls who are sure to grow up to break a number of hearts. She’s been a wife, though she’s certainly not the cleanest, or the best cook. She’s also super, duper fun at a party, especially if she’s been drinking whiskey.

From roots in Houston to a seven year stint in Southern California, Staci and her family ended up settling somewhere in between and equally north, in Denver. They are new enough that snow is still magical. When she’s not writing, she’s reading, sleeping, gaming, or designing graphics.

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Jennifer’s review of Only The Pretty Ones by Karen M Bryson

Title: Only The Pretty Ones

Author: Karen M Bryson

Genre: dark, suspense, romance, thriller, crime drama

Stars: 5🛍🛍🛍🛍🛍

Only The Pretty Ones is the first book in the Angry Girl Crime Stories series. It can be read as a standalone or part of the series. This is my first book by Karen M Bryson. I absolutely enjoyed every second of reading this book! It’s full of drama, romance, and is dark and suspenseful. It took me on a roller coaster ride of twists and turns. The story is very well written and the characters are relatable and real. I was sucked in from the beginning and the story wouldn’t let me go! I am definitely looking forward to reading the rest of the series!

Jennifer’s review of From the Shadows by LJ Stock

Title: From The Shadows

Author: LJ Stock

Genre: paranormal romance, fantasy

Stars: 5🛍🛍🛍🛍🛍

I love this book, these characters and this world! I don’t think I even have the right words to express my feelings. I was so excited to have an advanced copy of this book. It definitely didn’t let me down! The first couple of chapters were catching up on Cass’s new life as a princess and a refresher for what happened in book one. By chapter three I was thrown in the action and drama of an ambush and Cass’s capture and captivity by bad guys. This story flowed beautifully and was extremely well written. I could picture the characters and scenes as if I was there. I could feel the emotions of the characters in every word written. LJ Stock is an amazing author with an absolute gift for painting a scene and drawing my feelings to the surface. I adore Cass and Damon, and Mortisali so so much! I do hope there is a book three so I can walk in Mortisali again!

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Jennifer’s review of Parallel by L.J. Stock

Title: Parallel book 1 of the Mortisalian Saga

Author: L.J. Stock

Genre : paranormal romance,  fantasy

Stars: 5🛍🛍🛍🛍🛍

Parallel is the first book I have read by this author as well as the first book in the Mortisalian Saga. Cass was put into a mental facility by her parents at the age of 17. The book begins 7 years later with her still in the same hospital. She hears and see things, mostly war, through water.  A nurse is dragging her through the hospital to the shower. What follows is a fantastical story filled with tales of the gods, mythical beings, other realms, battles and so much more. The story is extremely well written and flows beautifully. I loved the characters so much. I love how important each and every character is. None of them were tossed aside and forgotten. The importance may be that someone is a friend or a helper, and they may only be in bits of the book but the author made them unforgettable. There is a love story here but the main focus is the actual story itself. I think Saga is definitely a wonderful word to use for this series. Parallel is an amazing read that pulled at my heart, had me laughing, and at times cursing the stubborn characters. This is a beautiful read full of hope. I am so excited to read book two!

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