Defeat by Evelyn Sola: A self-proclaimed bachelor, content on his own. A runaway bride, searching for her freedom. They may seem like they’ve got nothing in common, but the tiniest sparks make the biggest flames.
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Thirsty Thursday: The Hottest New and Upcoming Romance Releases
The hottest new and upcoming romance releases
Thirsty Thursday: The Hottest New and Upcoming Romance Releases
The hottest new and upcoming romance releases
Coming Soon: The Agreement by L Steele
Cover Reveal: The Agreement by L Steele: He's my brother’s best friend. Also my new boss. And now my fake husband…
Blog Tour: The Gatekeeper by Renee Rose
The Gatekeeper by Renee Rose: She’s my captive. My prisoner. I will make her talk.
Release Blitz: Vicious Vows by Zoe Blake
Vicious Vows by Zoe Blake: The Ivanov brothers ruthlessly control their billionaire mafia empire. And they will stop at nothing in their pursuit of the women they want. These innocent heroines will soon learn that, despite their objections, they are under the complete control of these dangerous men… till death do them part.
Blog Tour: The Right Song by Michelle Mankin
The Right Song by Michelle Mankin: He wasn’t just a rock star to her, and she wasn’t just any woman to him.
Cover Reveal: The Agreement by L Steele
Cover Reveal: The Agreement by L Steele: He's my brother’s best friend. Also my new boss. And now my fake husband…
Release Blitz: The Right Song by Michelle Mankin
The Right Song by Michelle Mankin: He wasn’t just a rock star to her, and she wasn’t just any woman to him.
Blog Tour: Tempting the Neighbor by Ashley Munoz
Excerpt from Tempting the Neighbor by Ashley Munoz: At the end of the hall was a closed door, which of course I opened because what if Colson was secretly hiding dead bodies. If more people would be nosy, I was positive more crimes would be solved. But as soon as that door cracked, my eyes rounded, and my jaw hung loose. It wasn’t the massive king-size bed, with no feathers or silk in sight, that got me. It wasn’t his elaborate record collection or his deep-set leather chair that faced his backyard, or the billion-inch television mounted on the wall. No, what had me fully arrested was the soaking tub in his bathroom, complete with jets and a soft pillow neck rest. The urge to relax and let the stress of the morning slip away was too strong to resist. I let out a sigh, tugged off my shirt and whispered, “Come to Mama.”