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The Patchwork Series by Toni Aleo is now available in Kindle Unlimited!

★★★ NOW AVAILABLE in KU! ★★★
The Patchwork Series by Toni Aleo is now available in Kindle Unlimited!
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In New York City, an underground society of supernatural beings exists, hidden among everyday humans. They don’t know of our activities or any of our secrets. 

The districts of the Works are made up of vampires, wolves, shifters, witches, and I’m in the fifth and arguably most important district, the Patchwork. My father is the leader of our group, and he oversees all of the other factions.

As his only daughter, that makes me the princess of it all. Cool, right? Actually…no.
Sure, I live in a mansion and money isn’t an object, but that doesn’t matter because I can’t leave. I have a guard who follows me around 24/7. My father and three older brothers treat me like I’m a fragile piece of glass, never allowed to take an independent step or make any decisions on my own.
It’s beyond frustrating—especially since my father essentially runs my life.
He says what I do, when I do it, how I do it, and all that jazz. He tests his formulas and new techniques on me. I’m a walking science experiment.
I hate it. 
I hate my life here.

But then he comes along: Killian.
He’s just some vampire…or so I thought.

But you’ll have to read my story to find out what I mean. To know my secrets.
Until then, though, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Rebekah von Stein.
And I’m a descendant of Dr. Frankenstein.

Welcome to the Works.

Excerpt Reveal - Warrior Forever by Amber Bardan






























































The most likely conclusion to my current predicament is psychosis.
Much more likely than actual alien abduction.
Significantly more likely than impending forced nuptials with a giant primitive alien whose society never evolved a sense of humor.
But life in a horny space-barbarian’s cave isn’t all bad…
Did I mention that he vibrates?








































He frowned deeper. “Husband need protect wife.”
I clenched my now working fist. Not that I itched to fight a magical warrior but I wasn’t helpless. Who escaped from Alien people smugglers? Who led a hundred woman to freedom? Who now risked her life on the planet of scorching heat, to make sure they stayed safe? “I’m perfectly capable.”
“Knowing wife is capable.” His brow rippled.
My gaze snapped up to his.
His fingers tightened just a little around mine. Not much, but enough. Enough for my muscles to seize, for my body to know—he could grind me to a pulp without even exerting an effort. He didn’t need to issue a single statement about his strength.
“This not mean capable, not capable. This not mean worthy, not worthy.” He opened his hand, and matched my palm against his. “This mean safe.”
Something popped in my chest like a jack-in-the-box.
My fingertips barely reached the start of his fingers. The difference as startling as a babies hand in a bears paw. How much smaller, more delicate than him I was.
The image made my whole body feel light.
He might not understand some things, but he’d just explained something else in a way that sent butterflies off in my belly.
“This mean different responsibility.” He placed his other hand on top of mine. “Tend. Protect. Cherish.”
Shivers rolled over me. Wow. Those words repeated again in my head. Tend. Protect. Cherish. Like vows. Yet, as much as he liked to call me wife, we’d made no promises.
Hell, I hadn’t agreed to anything, let alone marriage.
And yet this was as close as I’d ever come to believing that someone meant their promises.
I placed my other hand on top of his, and touched his over-sized knuckles.
He was bigger than big, and stronger than strong by human definition.
And yet so gentle with me.
“How make wife very angry?” He stared at me, close and intense and way up in my personal space.
“How?” Heat flushed in my cheeks. “You said something very offensive.”
“What offensive?”
I slid my hands free, not quite able to keep looking him in the face. “It’s rude to ask a human woman you are attempting to…” I coughed, searching for the word to describe our unusual relationship. “…court, if she wants anal—” I cleared my throat again. “—back passage sex.”
“Oh.” He remained studying me, gaze dropping down to my lap where I just knew he was thinking about whether or not my asshole were fuckable. “Human not make mate in back passage?”
“No.” Holy crap. Explaining anal to a horny alien. Thing that can never happen item number eight-hundred-and-sixty-nine. “I mean, it’s not for procreation but some people do it for fun.”
“If fun, why offense?”
Oh, boy. I rubbed my cheeks. “It’s just rude, Thor. Very rude.”
His frown wrinkled. “If not asking, how husband know human wife want make mating fun?”
“Because…” I exhaled. “Human marriage generally follows a period of courtship.” I squeezed the blanket around me at the reminder of what was actually going on here. In this situation which was very much not dating, honeymooning, or any other form of human romance. “Human men don’t just snatch woman and keep them captive in their cave, they court them. They earn their affection, they get to know their desires and preferences, and they attain their confidences so that those kinds of conversations can be comfortable and appropriate.”
He tilted back, but all his attention remained glued on me.
“You have not done any of those things.” I pointed my index finger at him. “You have not earned what is meant to be earned. You are trying to steal what is meant to be given.”
His eyes widened. Didn’t he like that? Good. I liked it even less.
“So when you ask me if I think you are without honor, yes, Thor, I think you are completely without honor.”
He flinched—actually flinched. The giant indestructible warrior that he was.
My chest heaved. “Where I am from, taking what is only mine to give, is the greatest dishonor.” I poked my finger right into his chest. “The biggest shame.”
I almost felt guilty for the look on his face, but then I was the one having to explain consent to my would be forced-husband.
“Punishable by law and a very serious crime.”
He remained frozen, staring at me for so long, I wasn’t sure if my little explanation was giving his primal mind an aneurysm.
Then he leaned in again. “Is crime, shame, and dishonor, because not complete human courtship ritual?”
I let out a long breath that made my body want to collapse in on itself. Something about the way he phrased that made it clear that he didn’t get it, get it. Not the important bits. Like the consent is critical part.
I rubbed my forehead, then froze. Maybe he didn’t need to actually understand.
Maybe he only kind-of needed to understand.
“Yes…” I breathed in again. “It is essential to humans that the very important courtship ritual take place before mating.”
He straightened, and looked at me a long while. “Must knowing this wife—is not Baratican practice to observe wife mating custom.”
Clearly... If the instantaneous mating attempts were anything to go by, the Baratican practice was to not wait long enough to find out.
“However, sometime when can not barter for wife, or war not desirable in taking wife, Baratican will preform custom requirements.” He slid off the bed. “Has been done before.”
“And you would do that?” I sat straighter. “You would observe the human courtship ritual?”
“Will consider.” He collected his loin cloth.
A thousand tiny muscles un-cleanched in my chest.
Thank fuckidy-fuck.
“Already taking the Kakaki juice to subdue mating rage-lust, for protect wife in sickness not fit for mating.”
Mating rage-lust?
No wonder he’d seemed so aggressive—rage-lust. Geez.
I tucked the blanket tighter under my arms. But, this was him with a libido suppressant? What the sweet-baby-Jesus was he going to be like when he stopped taking it?
My tongue scraped the roof of my mouth.
He stood, shoulders back, pecs out, abs firm as a freaking heavy-duty-washboard. Had he always been this Adonis with a side of Jason Momoa?
I shook my head to clear it.
“Explaining ritual.” He drew his hands behind his back, his stance so warrior it was all I could do not to snort. Where was his cape now? A cape would be perfect. But A red cape. And his helmet. His GIANT hammer.
“Umm.” I blew out. The ritual. God damn. If I’d paid more attention to medieval folklore I might’ve been able to ace this bluff. “The courtship ritual is about demonstrating affection.”
His loincloth twitched. His smirk twisted.
Oh boy.


















After spending years imagining fictional adventures, Amber finally found a way to turn daydreaming into a productive habit. She now spends her time in a coffee-fuelled adrenaline haze, writing romance with a thriller edge.

She lives with her husband and children in semi-rural Australia, where if she peers outside at the right moment she might just see a kangaroo bounce by.

Amber is an award winning writer, Amazon Bestselling Author, and member of Romance Writers of Australia, Melbourne Romance Writers Guild, and Writers Victoria.

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Book Blitz:Dark Moon Rising Blood Martyr #4 by Fionn Jameson

Dark Moon Rising

Blood Martyr #4 by Fionn Jameson Publication Date: October 31, 2017 Genres: Paranormal Romance
Tanith Quinn is just a vampire trying to live a normal, simple life in Centennial City. Unfortunately for her, the Fates have other plans for this 500-year-old investigator: a serial killer is on the loose, and they’re taking out Lone Wolves. The past has finally caught up with Tanith, and as always, her history includes a tangled web of dark lies … lies that have damaged her relationship with her best friend, the powerful but human witch Jamison, potentially beyond repair. Though she did it all to save him, the fact that she has now sold both her own and Jamison’s soul to a fallen angel—and demon lord—is a betrayal he can’t forgive. With no one to watch her back and Seir controlling her every move, Tanith is now buried deeper than ever before. But the recent past isn’t the only thing that’s back to haunt Tanith. Joshua Miller, a man she met, loved, and mourned during the American Revolution, suddenly turns up on her doorstep, determined to win her heart anew. Too bad he’s a vampire. And her husband. As Tanith struggles with her feelings for Joshua, another ex re-enters her life, a werewolf named Kieran who is determined to solidify both his position as alpha and his pack’s power in the city. Could he be involved in the lone wolf murders? Though he broke her heart, Tanith can’t imagine he’s capable of such savagery, and besides, the authorities have forbidden her from interfering. Then Tanith’s friend becomes the next victim, and she can’t afford to remain complacent.


Excerpt from DARK MOON RISING by Fionn Jameson



I hate funerals.
It’s not because everyone’s sad and depressed.
It’s not because humans are wasting their time mourning someone who doesn’t give a shit about anything anymore.
It’s because every time I find myself in a cemetery, I feel like an impostor.
And if there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s faking.
Father Rodriguez had graciously offered to officiate the ceremony. There aren’t a lot of men of the cloth, excommunicated or not, willing to say prayers over a confirmed demon summoner, especially at night, but as a fellow supernatural creature, he understood no one was perfect. That and he owed me a few favors involving religious human fanatics and their penchant for burning down places of worship meant for non-humans.
“We come here today with sorrow in our hearts…”
Not sorrow.
Never sorrow. I am too old for that kind of maudlin emotion. After a few hundred years, sad things ceased being sad anymore.
But I was feeling a hell of a lot of regret.
The bitter, acrid taste of it lay heavy in my mouth and I resisted the urge to spit as Father Rodriguez droned on, voice low and solemn.
“Ashes to ashes, dust to dust…”
A hand squeezed mine gently, and I squeezed back, stopping before I broke something. A werewolf can take a lot of damage, but I’m a five hundred year old vampire and could’ve eaten an itty-bitty wolf like Eileen for breakfast.
Luckily for her, I already ate.
Behind me, I felt Joshua, my husband, former husband, whatever the hell he was, standing like a solid wall, his presence strangely comforting, even though I hadn’t seen him in over two hundred years.
I had gone to his funeral too.
Well, dug his grave and laid him in there, anyways. No prayers, though. Even then, I knew God didn’t exist, and if he did, he didn’t give a crap about me.
Eileen shifted next to me. “Hey.”
The moisture pooling at the corners of my eyes was suitable for the occasion, I supposed, but they weren’t for the man lying in that fifteen thousand dollar coffin.
“I’m okay.” I sniffed and immediately regretted it.
“Are you sure?” she asked, coming closer. The scent of her cloying perfume made me waver. I keep telling her Chanel No 5 is a terrible scent, but Eileen is nothing if not stubborn.
I put up a hand to stop her from getting any closer or else I would throw up all over that stupid mahogany coffin. It should’ve come studded with Swarovski crystals for how much it cost. After all, it was basically a box that would never see the light of day again. It’s like burying a chest full of money, knowing you’ll never get it back. Still, formalities had to be observed.
“Just give me a second, okay?” I said.
She made a sound of sympathy and let go of my hand, taking a step or two back.
A fist pressed to my lips, I waited for the churning in my gut to cease.
Reverend Rodriguez cleared his throat. “And as Psalms 34 says, the Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.”
The coffin was closed, thankfully. The morticians were magicians when it came to keeping dead bodies looking less, er, dead, but they couldn’t do much about the bullet hole above Akira’s left eye. One had tentatively brought up the subject of putty, but I vetoed that idea immediately.
My hands itched. I remembered how he laid in my arms, blood draining from his body, eyes closed, his only sin in helping me.
His reward had been death.
What a terrible way to go.

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Tanith Quinn is a vampire with a lot on her mind. After all, it’s hard to be human when you’re so used to being a monster. Between fighting off her constant blood lust, a witch with more than just friendship on his mind, and a seductive werewolf with a thirst for her body, she's a walking time bomb. And that's not to mention the entrance of an old friend who would like nothing more than to see Tanith dead. One minute, the hunter. The next, the prey. But Tan's got a few tricks up her sleeve...and she doesn't mind using them to save the ones she loves. Even if it means she has to take on the world.

About Fionn Jameson

Originally from the sunny shores of Southern California, Fionn has made her home in various places around the world and currently resides near the world-famous (okay, maybe only China-famous) West Lake in Hangzhou, China. First published in 2007, she’s an avid snowboarder, rock star wannabe and draws in her free time.

Book Blitz:Proposal for Love by Sharon C. Cooper Jenkins & Sons Construction

Proposal for Love

by Sharon C. Cooper Jenkins & Sons Construction Publication Date: October 31, 2017 Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
Nathaniel Jenkins-Moore never allows romantic entanglements to get in the way of running Jenkins & Sons Construction. That is until the woman who ripped out his heart crashes back into his life. She wants to leave the past in the past, and though Nate knows a thing or two about rebuilding strong foundations, her betrayal still haunts him. He can’t forget. He won’t forgive. She can’t be trusted. But why does his heart still beat double-time whenever she’s near? Liberty Stewart has been living a lie. Masking her shredded self-esteem and trying to overcome the emotional torment inflicted by her abusive ex-husband, she’s ready to rebuild her life. But just when she thinks she’s on track, her current assignment brings her face to face with the only man she’s ever truly loved—Nate. Too bad he hates her. Liberty knows she did Nate wrong, and getting him to trust her again might be impossible, but neither of them can deny the attraction that still runs deep. Is the burning passion they share enough to get their troubled hearts to finally beat as one? Or is the hurt too deep for a happily ever after?

Excerpt
Liberty’s heart squeezed in anguish as she realized she had hurt him more than she originally thought. Unfortunately, nothing she could do or say would be enough to express how sorry she was for walking away from what they once had.
Pushing down the emotion threatening to explode within her, she hurried to pack her belongings.
“Nate, we both have a job to do,” she finally said but kept her head down hoping her voice sounded stronger than she felt. “What’s it going to take for you to put the past behind us and focus on the here and now?”
“I need answers,” he responded quietly.
Liberty raised her gaze to his. The hurt in his eyes sliced open an old wound and shattered the last shred of her control. The anger and fight in him had dissipated.
“What do you want me to say?” she asked, unable to catch the slight whimper that slipped through. “Do you want me to admit that walking away from you was the biggest mistake I’ve ever made? Do you want me to tell you that my life has been one huge failure after another? Do you want me to say that my world has been hell without you in it?” Her breaths came hard and ragged as her chest tightened. She didn’t want to break down in front of him, but revisiting that painful time in her life was never easy.
Nate opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Stuffing one hand into his pants pocket, he used the other to rub the back of his neck.
“You want to know why I walked away?”
Copyright © October 2017 by Sharon C. Cooper


Timing is everything. Sumeera Robinson refuses to settle for less than she desires, even if what she craves is the sexy, smart, and charming Nicolas Jenkins-Moore. At her age, she wants marriage and a family, not the empty promises Nick offers. Yet, there is just something about the man that makes moving on nearly impossible. As the new senior manager of Jenkins & Sons Construction, Nick’s five-year plan is on track with marriage and starting a family at the bottom of the list. Sumeera is as beautiful inside as she is on the outside, but not even she can entice him to abandon his carefully plotted road to success. That is until she walks away without looking back, leaving him yearning for her presence in his life. Nick is determined to convince Sumeera that he wants the same things she wants. But will an unexpected development keep them from the life they desire? Or will fate bring them closer than they’ve ever been before?


About Sharon C. Cooper

Sharon_-web Award-winning and bestselling author, Sharon C. Cooper, is a romance-a-holic – loving anything that involves romance with a happily-ever-after, whether in books, movies, or real life. Sharon writes contemporary romance, as well as romantic suspense and enjoys rainy days, carpet picnics, and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. She’s been nominated for numerous awards and is the recipient of an Emma Award for Romantic Suspense of the Year 2015 (Truth or Consequences), Emma Award – Interracial Romance of the Year 2015 (All You’ll Ever Need), and BRAB (book club) Award -Breakout Author of the Year 2014. When Sharon is not writing or working, she’s hanging out with her amazing husband, doing volunteer work or reading a good book (a romance of course). To read more about Sharon and her novels, visit www.sharoncooper.net

Blitz Packet: Lovers Like Us by Krista & Becca Ritchie


Lovers Like Us

by Krista & Becca Ritchie Like Us Series #2 Publication Date: October 31, 2017 Genres: New Adult, Contemporary, Romance
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Twenty-seven-year-old Farrow Keene lives by his actions, and his actions say he’s the best at whatever he does. As a 24/7 bodyguard and the new boyfriend to Maximoff Hale, protecting the headstrong, alpha billionaire has never been more complicated. And one rule can’t be bent: Keep your relationship secret from the public. Farrow is confident he’s the best man for the job. But a twist in Maximoff’s fast-paced life sticks them with the rest of Security Force Omega and their clients. On the road. In a sleeper tour bus. For four rocky months. Sexual frustrations, check. Road trip drama, check. Awkward bonding, check. But Farrow couldn’t have accounted for a high-risk threat (identity: unknown) that targets Maximoff before the ignition even turns. And it hits Farrow — someone has it out for the guy he loves. Every day, Maximoff & Farrow’s feelings grow stronger, and together, they’ll either sink or swim.

Damaged Like Us

by Krista & Becca Ritchie Like Us #1 Publication Date: June 27, 2017 Genres: New Adult, Contemporary, Romance
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Don’t date your bodyguard. It was the one rule he had to break. Maximoff Hale is a force of nature. A ship unwilling to be steered. Headstrong, resilient, and wholly responsible — the twenty-two-year-old alpha billionaire can handle his unconventional life. By noon, lunch can turn into a mob of screaming fans. By two, his face is all over the internet. Born into one of the most famous families in the country, his celebrity status began at birth. He is certified American royalty. When he’s assigned a new 24/7 bodyguard, he comes face-to-face with the worst case scenario: being attached to the tattooed, MMA-trained, Yale graduate who’s known for “going rogue” in the security team — and who fills 1/3 of Maximoff’s sexual fantasies. Twenty-seven-year-old Farrow Keene has one job: protect Maximoff Hale. Flirting, dating, and hot sex falls far, far out of the boundary of his bodyguard duties and into “termination” territory. But when feelings surface, protecting the sexy-as-sin, stubborn celebrity becomes increasingly complicated. Together, boundaries blur, and being exposed could mean catastrophic consequences for both.

About Krista & Becca Ritchie

Picture Krista & Becca Ritchie are New York Times and USA Today bestselling authors and identical twins—one a science nerd, the other a comic book geek—but with their shared passion for writing, they combined their mental powers as kids and have never stopped telling stories. Now in their early twenties, they write about other twenty-somethings navigating through life, college, and romance. They love superheroes, flawed characters, and soul mate love. They are the New Adult authors of the Addicted series and Calloway Sisters spin-off series, and you can find them on almost every social media, frolicking around like wannabe unicorns.

Spirited Away by Mary Billiter


Spirited Away

by Mary Billiter Publication Date: October 31, 2017 Genres: Adult, Contemporary Romance, Romantic Mystery
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What happens when the legend of the old west becomes the new reality? In Mary Billiter’s fun novel of investigating the unknown and navigating love, a drop-dead sexy cop and a fiery redhead are linked by a mysterious haunting and the unsolved crime of passion behind it all. When Reese Pemberton relocates from the Golden State to the Cowboy State for a corporate promotion, she discovers a different state of mind. From the hustle and bustle mayhem of the Bay Area to the slow and easy meanderings of Wyoming, Reese welcomes the change in pace as the hotel’s new general manager. However, she shuts the door on the notion that her hotel is haunted. But when a series of mishaps introduces the fiery redhead to the hotel’s legendary cowboy ghost, she begins to question the events surrounding his demise. Reese and Cheyenne police detective Cody Pring join forces to put to rest the spirit that haunts the hotel. In the process, they discover long-buried secrets. Can the two solve a decades-old mystery or are some things better left with the dead?

About Mary Billiter

Mary Billiter is an award-winning weekly newspaper columnist, romance author and college writing instructor. She also has novels published under the pen name, “Pumpkin Spice.” Mary resides in the Cowboy State with her unabashedly bald husband, her four amazing children, two fantastic step-kids, and their runaway dog. She does her best writing (in her head) on her daily runs in wild, romantic, beautiful Wyoming.

Blitz: The Mafia and His Angel: Part 2 by Lylah James

The Mafia and His Angel: Part 2

Tainted Hearts Series #2 by Lylah James Publication Date: October 24, 2017 Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
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Ayla The darkness never truly left me. It’s always there, waiting for the right moment to strike. It’s been months since I ran away from the nightmare that was slowly killing me. I ran for my life, straight into the arms of a man who I thought would be worse than the nightmare I’d left behind. Little did I know he’d become my savior. But my happy ending was ripped away from me in a blink of an eye. I had everything…and I lost everything. Alessio I didn’t believe in angels. But then I saw her. I touched her. I kissed her. I made love to her. In return, she saved my soul. I was no longer unlovable, because my Angel found it in her heart to love me. I had her…and then I lost her. But I will not stop until I find her. Even if it means starting a war and spilling the blood of everyone who gets in my way. I will find my Angel.
The Mafia and His Angel: Part 1
Tainted Hearts Series #1 by Lylah James Publication Date: August 1, 2017 Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
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Alessio… Cold. Ruthless. Killer. I am respected and feared by all. I wasn’t put on this earth to love or be loved. I was put here to wipe out every last member of the damn Abandonato mafia, to pay them back for my mother’s death. When I find a strange girl hiding, beaten, under my bed, I don’t let her live out of compassion. She’s a trinket, my plaything. Ayla… I thought Alessio was only one more man who wanted to use me, hurt me, and throw me away. I don’t know what it is to trust anymore. I can’t find my heart under the pain. Alessio found it. He touched it, and brought it alive again. But if he discovers just how dangerous I am to him…I’ll lose my life.

About Lylah James

Lylah James lives somewhere in Canada. She is usually pretty busy but she uses all her spare time to write. If she is not studying, sleeping, writing or working – she can be found with her nose buried in a good romance book, preferably with a hot alpha male. Writing is her passion. The voices in her head won’t stop and she believes they deserve to be heard and read. Lylah James writes about drool worthy and total alpha males, with strong and sweet heroines. She makes her readers cry – sob their eyes out, swoon, curse, rage and fall in love. Mostly known as the Queen of cliffhanger and the #evilauthorwithablacksoul, she likes to break her readers’ hearts and then mend them again.