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EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT: Snow’s Submission by Kristin Miller

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Kristin Miller’s three part serial continues with SNOW’S SUBMISSION. Check out our exclusive excerpt below! 

Missed part one, SNOW’S SEDUCTION? Read our excerpt here


The second I step into the lodge’s great room, my words cut short.

I’m not quite sure what I was expecting, but four guys huddled around a circular poker table, fisting beers in one hand and cards in the other was not it. It’s not the poker table or the chaos ensuing over a busted hand of Texas Hold ’Em that has the breath frozen in my lungs. It’s the guys’ drop-dead, double-take–worthy good looks. I’d seen them when they’d first arrived and were exiting their cars in the driveway. But I must’ve been preoccupied because my brain didn’t register the details of their hotness.

Golden tan skin. Square, stubble-covered jaws. Strong, wide shoulders. Full, lush lips revealing Colgate-white teeth. Roughed-up jeans. Arm tattoos peeking from beneath the sleeves of black T-shirts.

As my gaze skids from one to the other, I realize each one is better looking than the last. With the exception of Hunter, of course. The level of his sexiness is untouchable.

With a curse, the smallest werewolf of the bunch pushes back from his chair storms into the kitchen. Only then do I notice their size.

Holy Zeus, they’re huuuuuge.

Not a single runt in the bunch.

A few of them must have Viking blood or something. Or maybe they’ve got mutated superhuman genes that make them larger than the average male. Whatever the cause, these guys are the most muscular men I’ve ever seen. Stripped right from a men’s muscle magazine.

Stripped.

My mind careens straight for the gutter. Shirts ripping in half, revealing ripples of hot, wet corded muscle. Six packs. Twitching chest muscles. Dark tattoos. Pants dropping to the floor, revealing their long, thick—

“Snow?” Hunter’s touching my arm. “You all right?”

“Mm-hmm.” I suck up the drool that was collecting in my mouth. Did someone kick up the thermostat? I feel like I’m sweating. “Fine.”

Every single one of them. F-i-fuck-me-fiiiine.

It’s as if I’ve walked into a room full of the Avengers, drop-dead sexy and fully capable of beating anyone’s ass. Only, these guys are hotter. And single.

Score.

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EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT: The Story of Us by Tara Sivec

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How much can a man take before he breaks?

1,843 days. That’s how long I survived in that hellhole. They tried to break me, but I resisted. And I owe it all to the memory of warm summer nights, the scent of peaches, and the one woman who loved me more than I ever deserved to be loved. Now, I’ll do anything to get back to her.

Only Shelby Eubanks isn’t the girl I left behind all those years ago. She’s someone else, a stranger. My Shelby-my little green-eyed firecracker-would never give up her dreams, would never disappear into her mother’s ambitions. But I won’t give up on her. On us. I may be broken, and scarred, and not the man I used to be, but I will do whatever it takes to remind her of the story of us.

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I just need a moment alone, to remember how to breathe and to remember how to push the hurt away so I can go back out there and do my job. Hold my head high with a smile on my face and pretend like dancing with Eli, being close to Eli, and letting him rain insults down on me, didn’t cut me in half.

As soon as I turn the handle and push open the office door, I feel something solid slam into me from behind, moving me faster into the dark room. I trip over my feet and an arm slides around my waist to steady me before whirling me around. I smell his soap and recognize his firm hold on me before the moonlight shining in the floor-to-ceiling windows behind me illuminates the shadow of his face, but that doesn’t stop the rapid thumping of my heart as the door is kicked shut with a slam and my body is turned and pushed roughly against the wall next to it. With the first touch of his hands, the first feel of the heat from his skin against me, I’m lost. I’m drowning in a pool of desire I’ve only ever felt with him, and I never want to come up for air. Every inch of my body is on fire, begging for more, needing everything I’ve been missing, but knowing everything about this moment is wrong. This can’t happen. I can’t want this and I certainly can’t act on what I’m feeling.

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EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT: A Sky Full of Stars by Samantha Chase

The stars are about to align in the newest Shaughnessy brothers romance! Check out our exclusive excerpt below! 

“Stupid, stupid, stupid.” The clipped words matched her pace as she hurried to the Jeep. Honestly, she wouldn’t have minded Owen walking with her, but then he’d see what she was trying to hide.

Another painting of him.

What is wrong with me? She admonished herself. Twice in the last several weeks—and the only times she’d picked up a paint brush—and she’d ended up painting Owen. Today she painted him with the canyon as a backdrop as he looked through the telescope. She stopped and looked at the canvas and sighed.

It captured him perfectly.

Again.

“Ugh…I have to stop doing this!” At the Jeep, she placed her supplies in the trunk and locked it up and quickly headed back toward the campsite. The sun was setting fast and she wasn’t up for walking alone in the dark. As she walked by the public restroom, she stopped in to use it before going back to their site and when she got there, she smiled at the scene before her.

Owen had a fire going and had spread a blanket over the nearby bench and set their dinner up on it. All in all it looked very romantic and if she pushed her unease aside, she could allow herself to enjoy the moment and the effort Owen put in to it.

“It looks like dinner is served,” she said lightly as she walked over and sat down.

His smile was genuine and Brooke was sorry she’d run off a few minutes ago. Maybe he’d be flattered that she’d painted him…it was possible. The problem was that she was trying to wrap her own brain around why it was this man who took her out of every comfort zone she had and why.

They ate in silence for a few minutes. There was just the two of them and the sounds of nature all around. The campground was relatively empty and she wasn’t sure if it was a blessing or a curse just yet.

“So are we going to see anything amazing in the sky tonight?” she asked.

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EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT: Up All Night by Amanda Adams

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Check out our exclusive excerpt of UP ALL NIGHT by Amanda Adams! 

Jessica was going to rip that surgeon a new asshole when she saw him. That was what she was going to do!

She plopped down in the recliner next to Tyler’s bed and tapped her foot on the floor at mach three.

Asshole. Jerk. Over-bearing, over-protective, know-it-all surgeon. So what if she had a different last name? So what if she was a reporter? Tyler was her twin, and Gabriel was her stepbrother from her mom’s second husband. He’d been her brother since she was twelve. Different last name? Yeah. But so fucking what? Gabriel and his brother and sister had a different dad, and Tyler had elected to keep their biological father’s name. Jessica preferred to think of her father as the sperm donor and had assumed her mother’s maiden name of Finley when she turned eighteen.

Dr. Walker probably wouldn’t understand any of that. He probably grew up in a house with a white picket fence, two parents who actually loved each other and stayed together forever, and a golden retriever named Max who played fetch and slept at the foot of his bed every night to chase the monsters away.

“Jerk.”

“What are you so mad about, Jess? I can feel the rage from over here.” Tyler’s hoarse voice brought her back from the land of imagining ways to torture Dr. Walker, some of which were beginning to distract her. She’d imagined stringing him up naked, but the whole naked thing had ruined it for her. Completely distracting thought. He was supposed to be old, and ugly, and annoying. Not young, gorgeous, and annoying.

“Oh, the jerk who operated on you got me kicked out of recovery. I told him I was a reporter and since we don’t have the same last name, he didn’t believe I was your sister.”

“Well, you’re here now.”

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EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT: Run to Ground by Katie Ruggle

 

 

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He lost his mentor.

He lost his K9 partner.

He almost lost his will to live.

But when a ruthless killer targets a woman on the run, Theo and his new K9 companion will do whatever it takes to survive—and save the woman neither can live without.

Grieving the death of his partner, Theo Bosco has no room in his life for distractions. Though his instincts scream that he should avoid Juliet ‘Jules’ Jackson, he can’t seem to stay away. It doesn’t help that Theo’s new K9 companion has fallen head over paws with Jules’s rambunctious family.

Or that when he’s with her, Theo finally knows peace.

When Jules rescued her siblings, whisking them away to the safety of the beautifully rugged Colorado Rockies, she never expected to catch the eye—or the heart—of a cop. Yet as Jules struggles to fight her growing attraction to the brooding K9 officer, another threat lurks much closer to home…

And this time, there’s no escape.

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Jules stepped onto the porch, followed closely by Viggy. The dog—his dog, the one that ran off and forced him to visit Jules in the middle of the night—stretched out on one side of the entrance. Closing the front door behind them, Jules took a couple of steps to the front of the porch, closer to Theo. The wind whipped her hair around her face and plastered her sleep shorts to her body in a very enticing way. Theo tried not to look obviously eager as he joined her, but he was pretty sure he failed at that. He did take the six porch steps in two strides, after all.

Once he was standing next to her, Theo was at a loss. Even before he’d disappeared into a cloud of rage, talking to women had never been his strong point. Now, faced with Jules in all her sleep-mussed glory, Theo had nothing. His mind was a blank.

“I thought he was a serial killer,” Jules blurted.

He was so grateful to her for breaking the silence that it took a second for her words to make sense. Except, even then, they didn’t make sense. “Who?”

“Viggy.”

“You thought my dog was a serial killer?”

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Mary Wine’s Romance Recommendations! | Highland Hellion Excerpt

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KATHERINE CAREW:

Illegitimate daughter of an English earl

Abducted to Scotland at age 14

No family, no reputation…

No rules

 

ROLFE MCTAVISH:

Heir to an honorable Highland laird

Can’t believe how well tomboy Kate can fight

About to learn how much of a woman she really is

 

Scotland is seething with plots, the vengeful Gordons are spoiling for a fight, and the neighboring clans are at each other’s throats. All it takes is a passionate hellion with a penchant for reckless adventure to ignite the Highlands once more.

 

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My Five favorite Romances you should read

Now that is nearly impossible to answer. My husband would love if I settled on just five…he says the shelves would thank me…lol.

So, some titles that stick to my mind…

  1. Mackenzie’s Mountain by Linda Howard—One of my old favorites.
  2. The Crossfire series by Sylvia Day—Sylvia really captivated me with this saga.
  3. Outlander by Diana Gabaldon—Love it!
  4. The Operator֫—Not a romance but I’m enjoying the story.
  5. Skye O’Malley—I cut my teeth on this one. Beatrice Small took me on an adventure and it’s still one of the books I go back and read.

Reading is like going to a well-stocked wine cellar. There are so many wonderful tastes and delights in there. You pick one out depending on the moment, the meal it’s to be paired with, and the friends who are there to share the moment. Books are a lot like that. One type of story suits the season, while another resonates with your mood, and yet a different one will touch you with how well it fits in with the circumstances of your life at that moment. I know for myself, when I’m reading on the beach or vacation, I want a great story, some humor but not so much a life and death situation. While in the middle of a snow storm, bring me those Navy Seals!

I hope you enjoy Highland Hellion!

Mary Wine

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EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT: Dog Collar Chaos by Adrienne Giordano

 

I love a good alpha male.  The nice ones. Not the mean ones. The nice ones give those around them a sense of stability, an assurance that whatever comes at them, they’ll deal with it in a direct and concise manner and if anyone wants to get in their way, they should prepare to get run over.

Alpha males don’t like people standing in their way.  

I grew up surrounded by alpha males, which is probably why I have such a soft spot for them.  I’m a Jersey girl from a large Italian family. Family gatherings with my father’s siblings could have been the annual alpha convention.  And I’m not talking about just the men either. The females weren’t about to take any prisoners either. My father was what I call an alpha-on-steroids.  A master storyteller, he was loud and funny and had a temper that sometimes ran hot.  Speaking of that temper, it wasn’t a shocker for him to pull to the side of the road and kick the crap out of a guy who had flipped him the bird.  I can attest to this. I witnessed it.

Back then, it wasn’t so fun. Now though, I laugh because the non-alphas of the world would probably have considered my dad a madman.  Heck, there were times I thought he was a madman. On the flip side, my father was generous to a fault and would give his enemy his last dollar.

When I sat down to write the first Lucie Rizzo book (Dog Collar Crime), I knew I wanted a character (or two) with these traits. Along came Joey, Lucie’s older brother and someone who can infuriate her like no other. Joey is the perfect foil for the do-gooder in Lucie. He annoys her, teases her and generally makes her insane, but don’t put hands on his sister or he will take you out.

Here is a glimpse of Joey in action from Dog Collar Chaos:


Stop. She needed to get hold of her emotions. Another switch. What was going on around here today with everyone acting out of character? Normally, she was the sane one. Deep breath, Luce. Deep breath.

“Miss,” the other cop said.

She opened her eyes just as he lightly touched her arm. She peered up at his kind eyes and immediately knew he was one of the good ones. A man who’d become a cop to serve. To help people. Maybe he could help her.

“Whoa,” Joey said. “Hands off my sister.”

What? She swung her head in his direction and nearly reared back at the carved tightness in his cheeks. The pressed lips. Her brother, if they didn’t do something, was about to blow. In truth, his rage probably had nothing to do with this cop barely—barely—touching her and everything to do with Ro being locked up.

Whatever the reason, it wasn’t good. She knew her brother. For years she’d watched him operate. When it came to a hair trigger, Joey had been cursed. He took hair triggers to another level. A double hair trigger. Maybe even a triple.

Cop number one nudged in closer, getting in Joey’s space. “You don’t tell us what to do. We tell you what to do. Now leave.”

Oh, boy.

“You—” Dad poked his finger at Joey, “—calm down. Right now. Don’t even think about busting this place up.”

“Ray,” cop number two said, “I’ve got this.”

Except Joey inched closer, and with him came an electric buzz that sent the energy in the room crackling. “Get away from my father before I kick your ass.”

Ohmygod. “Joey! Stop it.”

The cop snorted. “You think you’re gonna kick my ass. That’s it. Up against the wall.”

Could there be anything worse than a bunch of high-strung alphas in a confined space? Enough already. Lucie wedged herself between Joey and the jerky cop and shoved. Unfortunately, at 6’5″, her brother was basically a human mountain and didn’t budge. Lucie dug her heels in and threw all her weight forward. Pushing, pushing, pushing. Her sneakers squeaked against the tile and…grrrr…began to slip.

Damn it.

Joey grabbed her by the arms, picked her up—whoopsie—and set her beside him.

Well, that was a bust.


Adrienne GiordanoABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Adrienne Giordano is a USA Today bestselling author of over twenty romantic suspense and mystery novels. She is a Jersey girl at heart, but now lives in the Midwest with her workaholic husband, sports-obsessed son and Buddy the Wheaten Terrorist (Terrier). She is a cofounder of Romance University blog and Lady Jane’s Salon-Naperville, a reading series dedicated to romantic fiction.

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Dog Collar ChaosABOUT DOG COLLAR CHAOS:

Lucie Rizzo–Mafia princess-turned-dog accessory entrepreneur—is riding high after scoring a partnership with Buzzy Sneider, America’s leading craft and interior decorating mogul. A collaboration that is sure to move Lucie’s fledgling business into the next tax bracket.

When Buzzy turns up dead and Lucie’s BFF and business partner, Roseanne, is accused of the murder, Lucie will stop at nothing to prove Ro’s innocence. Even if it means keeping secrets from her new squeeze, sexy detective Tim O’Brien, who’s determined to keep Lucie from running one of her screwball investigations.

With Ro behind bars and Tim hot under the collar over Lucie’s meddling, Lucie is forced to accept her father’s help to clear Ro’s name and save their business. But will doing so put a killer hot on her heels?

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EXCERPT: Home Run by Heidi McLaughlin

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LOVE ISN’T A GAME . . . 

I’ve given up everything for the chance to play major league baseball. Everything. Now I’m so close I can practically hear the crowd chanting my name. There’s nothing that could take my dream away from me . . . 

Unless I lose focus. And Ainsley Burke is the most beautiful, distracting woman I’ve ever met. When I’m with her, I can’t think of anything else.

But no matter how much I want Ainsley, there’s no room for love in my game plan. I can give her a quick tour of the bases, but that’s it. Then I have to let her go. If she wants to think I’m a love ’em and leave ’em player, fine. 

All dreams require sacrifice. I just wish this one didn’t mean tearing out my own heart.

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EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT: Snow’s Seduction by Kristin Miller

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Hair black as a raven’s coat, skin as white as snow, lips as read as, blabitty-blah, blah, blah. If one more person calls me sweet and innocent, I’m losing my head.

I’ve got more pressing matters to think about. Like the fact that our wolf pack is in serious debt. If I can’t find a way to secure financing for our estate, we’ll lose our shifting sanctuary. My stepmother—wonderfully wicked as she is—has come up with a plan: seduce a rich jeweler who’s visiting for the weekend. And then, when he agrees to bond with me and make me his forever, we’ll be saved. Not such a bad deal, considering he’s crazy hot, and I’ve had a crush on him forever.

One problem: I’m not a temptress, not by a long shot. It’s a good thing my childhood best friend, Hunter, has come back into the area. He’s always been a playboy and knows how to get what he wants. He agrees to teach me the rules of seduction, but before long, I realize I’m the one being played.

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EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT: House Rules by Cathryn Fox

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What happens in London, doesn’t have to stay there…

 

The last thing I expected to find in my dossier was sexy stockings, a plane voucher to London and an invitation to dance at a gentleman’s club. I’m a quiet museum curator for God’s sake. No way, no how am I going to slide down a pole for a bunch of over privileged, narcissistic men—until I see Sean Fraser, my childhood crush, enter the establishment. Since I’m no longer that overweight teen with braces and mousey hair, there is no way he’ll recognize me. Hmmm… Maybe I’ll give him a fake name—and a private dance. That ought to make him finally notice me, right?

What the hell is Kennedy Lane doing sliding down a pole in a private Gentlemen’s club? I’m not sure, and while I know she’s hands off, I want her. I’ve always wanted her. She might have been too young for me back in the day. Now, not so much. Hands off leads to hands on after a private dance, and while Kennedy spends the weekend pretending to be someone she isn’t, I know full well who she is. And I’m not quite ready to let her hang up her stockings when the show is over.

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Oh. My. God.

I’ve heard the term fucked silly before, but until last night, I had no idea what it meant. Now, I do, because instead of putting sugar in my coffee, I grabbed the salt packet and added it. But I don’t care that Sean fucked me senseless and I’m messing up the most menial task. Zero brain cells this morning is a small price for the three orgasms he gave me last night. Talk about epic sex. If only I could wipe the stupid smile off my face.

Honestly, I can’t freaking believe he tied my hands—spanked me, even. I never expected that. But holy hell, it was hot.

I’d sneaked out in the middle of the night after he fell asleep. If I know what’s good for me, I’ll jump on a plane today and get the hell out of London while the getting’s good. Any more time with him and it’s quite possible I could want more. But heck, we agreed to a one-night affair, and he doesn’t know who I am, anyway.

I gesture to the waiter for a fresh cup of coffee and peruse the brochures I’d grabbed from the front lobby. But in my peripheral vision, I spot Sean and the man he was with the day I arrived entering the hotel’s dining room. Heat moves through me as his gaze slides over mine, and when his mouth quirks in a smile and he runs his hand down his tie, I quiver deep between my legs.

Oh, God, who do you think you’re kidding, Kennedy? You do want more.

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