Betraying the most powerful man in New York wasn’t something I ever envisioned when I first started playing games with Winston Constantine. But he’s engaged in far more dangerous games than ours, and his enemies are out for blood.
Winston has my heart, the Morellis have incriminating photos, and I’m left with nothing except three stepbrothers who want to hurt me and a future in doubt. I knew Winston wouldn’t be my prince charming, but that didn’t stop me from falling for him.
After all, the slippers fit, and I let myself believe I’d be dancing with Winston forever.
Until too much truth comes to light.
Until I realize instead of ruling the board, I was just a pawn.
In the end, I have only one question. When his game with me is over, will I be able to pretend as if the glass slipper wasn’t a perfect fit?
The Cinderella series was the perfect series for the right time. It really sucked me in and left me breathless and with some tears rolling down my cheek. Amazing!
I never read storys from K. Webster before and as my bestie recommended them with the words “That is just what you need right now!” I thought I give it a try. And what a ride that was. A really hot one, with a lots of ups and downs. A ride on a rollercoaster of emotions. So much love, so much scheming and playing a game. And Ash knows how to play this game with Winston.
The Glass Slipper (Cinderella #3) by K. Webster really got me on the edge.The Grand Finale to an even better series. Damn! K. Webster knows how to write a good story. I really love her writing style. It is so intense and funny at the same time. Everything played so good together. The writing, the characters, the storyline. I can’t wait to read another story from this author.
Penelope Ward is a New York Times, USA Today and #1 Wall Street Journal bestselling author of contemporary romance.
She grew up in Boston with five older brothers and spent most of her twenties as a television news anchor. Penelope resides in Rhode Island with her husband, son, and beautiful daughter with autism.
With over two million books sold, she is a 21-time New York Times bestseller and the author of over twenty novels. Her books have been translated into over a dozen languages and can be found in bookstores around the world.
Vi Keeland is a #1 New York Times, #1 Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author. With millions of books sold, her titles have appeared in over a hundred Bestseller lists and are currently translated in twenty-five languages. She resides in New York with her husband and their three children where she is living out her own happily ever after with the boy she met at age six.
Penelope Ward is a New York Times, USA Today and #1 Wall Street Journal bestselling author of contemporary romance.
She grew up in Boston with five older brothers and spent most of her twenties as a television news anchor. Penelope resides in Rhode Island with her husband, son, and beautiful daughter with autism.
With over two million books sold, she is a 21-time New York Times bestseller and the author of over twenty novels. Her books have been translated into over a dozen languages and can be found in bookstores around the world.
Vi Keeland is a #1 New York Times, #1 Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author. With millions of books sold, her titles have appeared in over a hundred Bestseller lists and are currently translated in twenty-five languages. She resides in New York with her husband and their three children where she is living out her own happily ever after with the boy she met at age six.
I’ve made my choice.
But with two weeks left to go, the game isn’t over, and anything could happen.
Love or Lust: Part Three, the stunning conclusion in the all-new Love or Lust Trilogy from Rachael Brownell is available now!
The competition is heating up, lines are being crossed, and I’m pulling out all the stops to get what I want. To be the one left standing with the man of my dreams by my side.
Lennon and Jace are both still after my heart. The final prize. Love.
I think I’ve already won the game.
I may not have come here for a second chance at love, but that’s what I found. Now to find a way to hold onto it until the cameras stop rolling.
But reality isn’t always what it seems, especially on TV. And now that my heart’s on the line, the stakes have never been higher.
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Rachael Brownell is an award-winning author of young adult and new adult romance.
Rachael lives in Michigan with her husband, son, snuggly dog, and hateful cat. She moonlights as a bartender a few days a week (her excuse to get out of the house and socialize) and writes almost full time. Her first book was published way back in 2013 and since she’s released 30 additional titles. She writes all kinds of romance – dark, sexy, sweet.
When she’s not writing her next novel, you can find her hanging out with her family, watching her son play baseball, or running on the treadmill at the gym (though she skips more days than she goes). She also enjoys golfing but is still learning, so if you see her on the course… stand back.
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Can two broken people grow together, or will they tear each other apart?
Bad Luck Club, an all-new, not-to-be-missed, opposites attract standalone romance in the laugh-out-loud Asheville Brewery Series by New York Times bestselling author Denise Grover Swank and A.R. Casella is available now!
A grumpy man. A recovering people-pleaser. And the secret club that brings them together.
Lee Buchanan is a hot mess.
Turning one’s father in to the feds can do that to a man.
He had nothing to do with his father’s Ponzi scheme, but he’s blacklisted from commercial real estate all the same. Which is how he ends up in Asheville, working at the brewery he inherited with his siblings. He’s salty as hell, and he doesn’t care who knows it.
Until the gorgeous, intriguing Blue Combs issues the most peculiar invitation he’s ever received: Come to the Bad Luck Club. We can help you.
It sounds like a cult or, worse, a group of Mary Sues, but Blue is different from any woman he’s ever met. For better or worse, he’s drawn to her.
Just like she’s drawn to him, even if she has no intention of going all in with another man. She’s been there, done that, twice, and the life she’s built for herself is too important to risk.
What starts as one person’s desire to help another turns into a connection too powerful to be denied—but can two broken people grow together, or will they tear each other apart?
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Excerpt
She turned into Bear’s long drive, and Lee cursed a little under his breath.
“We’re here, aren’t we?”
“This is it. You’re looking at the Cluster.”
There was plenty of parking for everyone, thankfully, but the people who lived closest to each other usually carpooled for meetings. That made it hard to tell who’d already arrived, but it looked like they were among the last. She couldn’t decide whether that was a good thing.
She parked the car and turned to Lee, who was giving her a pointed glance. “Cloister? That isn’t helping dissuade me about the whole cult thing. The whole cabin in the woods thing doesn’t seem like a great sign either.”
“Not cloister. Cluster, like cluster…fudge.”
A smile played on his lips. “Let me guess, your father didn’t like it when you swore.”
“Of course not,” she said, smiling back. “It wouldn’t be ladylike.”
“And why, may I ask, do they call their own house a cluster—” he gave her a wicked look, “—fudge?”
“I guess you’re about to find out.”
They both unbuckled their seat belts, but he made no move for the door. Gazing at her, the gold flecks in his eyes like mica, he asked, “Blue, what part of last night convinced you to break things off with Dan?”
She didn’t answer right away, her heart still choking her, and he smiled at her—a sexy, unreserved smile—the kind that made her wonder how many people he’d looked at this way.
“Radical honesty, remember?”
Her whole body hummed like a tuned instrument. It hadn’t been like this since the beginning with Remy.
And if that wasn’t a thought to wake her up . . .
Except it didn’t jar her enough. Because she found herself leaning toward Lee a little, as if caught up in a whirlwind of his making. As if those vines were cinching their very bodies together. “Because I wanted you to kiss me,” she admitted. She silently added, Because I felt more connected to you in one night than I did to him in two months…
But Lee was reaching for her then, his hand weaving into her hair, pulling her to him, and those lips that had driven her to distraction the night before, the ones that had hovered over her neck, were suddenly on hers. They were warm and commanding, and Blue felt lost to the longing that unfurled within her, to the heat that ignited in her core. He’d probably meant it to be a soft kiss, exploratory, but his hand burrowed deeper into her hair, pulling her closer, and she found herself moaning as his tongue swept into her mouth. She wrapped her hands around his arms, mindlessly trying to bring him closer, needing to feel him against her like she had last night, like she’d dreamed of, and suddenly he was lifting her up onto his lap. They were facing each other this time, and she had a flash of what it would have been like if they’d talked like this last night—looking into each other’s eyes, bodies locked together—and the intimacy of it was more arousing than anything she’d ever experienced. She was the one who kissed him this time, reveling in the fact that he’d given her control by pulling her on top of him, until she caught a glimpse of the bench Cal had made, beneath the willow tree in the Cluster’s back yard, and oh God, what the hell was she doing?
About Denise Grover Swank
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Denise Grover Swank was born in Kansas City, Missouri and lived in the area until she was nineteen. Then she became a nomadic gypsy, living in five cities, four states and ten ho uses over the course of ten years before she moved back to her roots. She speaks English and smattering of Spanish and Chinese which she learned through an intensive Nick Jr. immersion period. Her hobbies include witty Facebook comments (in own her mind) and dancing in her kitchen with her children. (Quite badly if you believe her offspring.) Hidden talents include the gift of justification and the ability to drink massive amounts of caffeine and still fall asleep within two minutes. Her lack of the sense of smell allows her to perform many unspeakable tasks. She has six children and hasn’t lost her sanity. Or so she leads you to believe.
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About A.R. Casella
A.R. CASELLA is a freelance developmental editor by day, writer by night. She lives in Asheville, NC with her husband, daughter, two dogs, and a variable number of fish. Her pastimes include chasing around her toddler, baking delicious treats, and occasional bouts of crocheting. Any Luck at All, co-written with New York Times bestselling author Denise Grover Swank, is her first book.
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Mason Creek, Montana is my home. It always has been and truth is, there is no place like it.
I can hide away in a big city, pretend as if I’m not drowning. I can ignore the sadness inside my heart that is begging for a change. But if I’m being honest, my sense of belonging has disappeared. I thought I wanted the big city life, the fast track and all the glamorous things. Turns out, there’s nowhere I’d rather be than home.
Coming back to help run my mom’s business gave me the perfect escape.
But there is one problem.
An unresolved past has a way of haunting anyone. Things can sure get complicated when the man that broke your heart all those years ago is now your new landlord.
It may get a little messy, I may regret my decision to stay…
But then again, this might just be the Perfect Risk.
Amazon Review – “Welcome to Mason Creek! This book was absolutely beautiful.”
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“Will you stop laughing, it was awful.” I flopped down on my couch and buried my head in the throw pillow.
“Come on, Sadie, it can’t be that bad.” Anna had no idea.
“No, not bad at all, Ms. Murphy just found her son with his mouth on my tits but hey, it was nothing.”
“Okay so when you say on your tits, was he like smashed between them, or focusing on one at a time?”
“You are an asshole.” She was loving my humiliation, the sound of her laughter confirmed this. I know my best friend, and had the tables been turned she would have grabbed her shirt, put it on, and then managed to prance around as if nothing had happened. “You should have seen the look on her face. And then Will didn’t make things any better.”
“I’m sure he had a whole lot to say.”
“Too much.” His words were still ringing in my mind. It was almost as if his poor mother wasn’t standing at his side while he spewed things that furthered my humiliation. I don’t think I will ever be able to face her without feeling like a complete idiot.
“She is a woman, she was married to one of the Murphy men for years, I think she is completely aware of their powers.” Anna was trying to make me feel better and she was failing. “I’m sure she’s already forgotten about what she saw.”
“Sure, yeah, I’m sure.” Not even close. “I’m sure that the idea of me having premarital sex with her son in his garage is the furthest thing from her mind. Not to mention she found him sucking on my nipple.”
Anna’s laugh echoed even louder, accompanied by a snort. “Oh, so he was mid-suck?”
“I’m hanging up on you now.” I ended the call to the sounds of her uncontrollable laughter and didn’t feel any better about what had taken place only a short time ago.
The minute I looked up to find Wyatt’s mother and brother there I let my head hang low as I hurried out of the garage ignoring the protests of Wyatt. Almost tripping three times in my need to get inside quickly I practically slammed into my front door before righting myself and finally stepping inside.
I planned on hiding out here for days.
I can see it now, the next headline will read…
Our small-town hero was caught mid suck when his own mother broke through the pre-sexed haze during a steamy night in the garage.
Kill me now! I knew it was only a matter of time before my own mother got her hands on the information. Oh God, and my father…I felt sick!
C.A. Harms is like any other addicted reader. She enjoys happy endings and HEA love stories. She hasn’t always been a lover of Romance and had once been addicted to a good Mystery. Just recently she has taken on a new liking and now is a full blown Romance novel addict.
She lives in Illinois and enjoys spending time with her husband and two children. You will always find her with her kindle or paperback in hand as it is her favorite pass time.
I left behind my hacker ways and decided to become a P.I.
Of course, I was more of a cybercrime P.I. than an actual investigator.
But when her file fell in my lap, I knew I couldn’t walk away. Not yet.
She had the body of a vixen and the eyes of a killer.
I was terrified.
And yet strangely attracted to the woman.
Was it sane? Not at all. Every time I saw her, I was sure I would end up dead.
But there were worse ways to go…
Lorelei
I was finally free.
Well, almost. My husband had left me with a bit of a mess.
And his kids…don’t even get me started on them. All I wanted was my money, but that wasn’t going to happen until I could get my hands on my dearly departed husband’s trust.
In the meantime, I needed someplace new to live. So, I pointed my finger at the map and ended up in the cutest little town.
I just needed to make some friends, to blend in.
I could do that, and I knew just where to start…
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Goodreads Review – “WOW…….What a brilliant final book to end another fantastic series……”
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Goodreads Review – “This book was just a full on roller-coaster.”
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Goodreads Review – “Plenty of steam, humor, and more, with an ending to satisfy all.”
I’m a stay at home mom that loves to read. Some of my favorite titles are Pride and Prejudice, Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, and Horatio Hornblower. I started writing when I was trying to come up with suggestions on ways I could help bring in some extra money. I came up with the idea that I could donate plasma because you could earn an extra $500/month. My husband responded with, “No. Find something else. Write a blog. Write a book.” I didn’t think I had anything to share on blog that a thousand other mothers hadn’t already thought of. I decided to take his challenge seriously and sat down to write my first book, Jack. I was surprised at how much I enjoyed writing. From there, the stories continued to flow and I haven’t been able to stop. I hope my readers enjoy my books as much as I enjoy writing them. Between reading, writing, and taking care of three small kids, my days are quite full.
Romancing His Heart, an all-new small-town billionaire romance from Avery Maxwell is available now!
Loki
I’m a highly trained special operative tasked with taking down the East Coast’s most dangerous man—my father.
She’s a bubbly, timid, overly inquisitive romance author with an aversion to true love. And she’s now under my protection.
As our worlds collide, we’re forced into hiding while I piece together who’s chasing us. Being alone in a one-room cabin with Sloane Camden has me catching feelings I have no business having.
When I finally give in to temptation, the sparks we’ve created turn into wild flames.
Will our time together be enough to tear down her walls? Or will old insecurities have her running before we even begin?
Sloane
I write romance; I don’t live it.
As far as I’m concerned, happily ever after is best left in storybooks where they can’t hurt you.
But spending time alone with the insufferable Loki Kane has me questioning all I thought I knew.
Long days turn into hot nights, and before long, the line between fiction and reality becomes blurred.
He has a way of making me see the light even in the darkest of days. For the first time in my life, I’m wondering, what if?
When the walls of his past close in, will I be strong enough to fight for us? Or will I run before he can leave me too?
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Excerpt
“Who are you?” I finally ask.
With a smirk so sexy it sends blood rushing through my veins, she replies, “I’m Sloane. Emory’s sister, the renter of this apartment, romance author extraordinaire, and now, your private nurse.”
Emory. Emory. Emory? I have that niggling feeling again and smash my knuckles into my temples. Why can’t I remember?
“Ah, Loki?” Her sweet voice fills the room. “Emory. Preston’s doctor, remember?” Sloane murmurs just as Ashton enters the room.
“Jesus Christ, Loki. It’s so good to see you awake. You scared the shit out of us,” he says while wrapping me in one of those Westbrook hugs I learned to tolerate all those years ago. Okay, maybe tolerate is too harsh a word, but I can’t focus on how good it is to be home right now.
“It’s good to see you, too, Ash. We have work to do, though.” Remembering we have an audience, I turn to Sloane. “Hey, Red? Would you mind giving us a few minutes?”
“Actually, I do.”
Seth rolls his eyes, and Ashton chuckles.
What the hell?
“Listen, I see you’ve camped out here, and I appreciate you were taking care of me, but my work is confidential and could be a matter of life or death. Plus, this is my apartment, so I’m going to have to ask you to step out of the room.”
“No.”
Is this girl joking?
I look to the guys for backup and realize instantly that they have no intention of stepping in.
“What do you mean, no? This,” I say, gesturing around the room, “is my apartment.”
Her sparkling green eyes dance with mischief, and I know she’s about to put me in my place.
“You may own it, but I am renting it. I have a signed lease, and I’ve checked; you cannot kick me out.” She smiles as she rounds the bed, her wild, silky hair falling out of a ponytail that sits on top of her head. Before settling back into her chair, she opens a medicine bottle, then hands me two pills and a glass of water.
“Take those before the pain gets too bad. Doctor’s orders, and you don’t want to mess with my sister. One is an antibiotic, and one is just a mild pain pill. If Emory’s sedatives didn’t knock you out, you don’t need to worry about those.”
How the hell did she know I would worry about the pain pills knocking me out?
“Ah, boss? I’ve got some stuff to tell you, and it’s okay to talk freely in front of Sloane.”
Seth is acting dodgy, and I don’t like it. Narrowing my eyes, I glare from him to Sloane, to Ashton before finally settling back on Seth.
“Well, what is it?” My irritation is bubbling over.
“Sloane, you have your notebook handy, right? You might as well take notes. I think we’re going to need them to piece this together.”
I watch in shock as she takes not one but two pens out of her ponytail and grabs the notebook on my nightstand.
“We’re going to talk about this apartment thing. Soon,” I say seriously.
“Can’t wait, handsome.” She winks. She actually fucking winks at me.
About Avery
Avery Maxwell is an American Romance Author who loves wine, sexy stories, pizza, and her family.
Avery is a hot mess of a mom to four wildly sweet mini-humans and two fur babies. She spends far too much time in her pj’s and trips over herself multiple times a day. Accident-prone is probably a fair assessment.
Having grown up in small-town Vermont, Avery often jokes about being the most naïve person in the room. Luckily, she’s used that small-town charm to write character-driven contemporary romances that have you laughing one minute, and crying the next.
When she isn’t refereeing (three little boys require a lot of whistle blowing), or cuddled up with her real-life Prince Charming, you can find her tucked away with a bottle of wine (because those steamy scenes don’t write themselves!), or coaching her daughter’s basketball team.
Avery now lives in North Carolina where she brings life, love, and a happily ever after to every character she writes.
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Genre: Contemporary Romance/New Adult/High School/College Romance/Enemies to Lovers
Release Date: April 9, 2021
LISS
Guys like Leon Bradshaw can’t be trusted—a fact I’m not about to let myself forget.
Blonde hair, blue eyes, packed body, Claremont High royalty… you know the type. There’s never been any love lost between Leon and I—Pretty Boy with no substance isn’t my type. And between the horde of cheerleaders and his obsession with my best friend, I’m certain I’m not his either.
But when fate delivers a crushing blow, and my world falls out from underneath me, Leon’s there acting like he gives a damn, holding my broken pieces together, and forcing me to look at him in a different light.
It’s all an act, I know it is. I just need to make sure it’s one I don’t fall for.
LEON
Nothing about Alissa Bedford is ever easy. That might be what I like most about her.
Picture a Victoria’s Secret Angel with a sleek halo of white blonde hair. Then replace her heart with a slab of stone cold ice, and you’ll have our resident Snow Queen. The girl despises me—snap off my balls and feed them to me through a straw type hate. But what if that frosty exterior is only surface deep?
When she lets me close enough, I can almost make out the vulnerable girl beneath the wafer-thin veneer. What if Lissa wants to keep everyone out because her heart isn’t quite as indestructible as she makes out? And what if I want more than just to make the ice princess melt?
What if I want to make her mine?
**Unthinkable is an angsty, New Adult standalone in a series of interconnected books. Each can be read alone, but it’s advisable to read them in order.
Due to offensive language and mature themes, this book is recommended for readers 17+
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ “????.????.??.??????????! I can’t stress how much I fell in love with this. ???? ???? ???? ??? ??? ???? ??? ?????????? ??????? ??? ?? ???? ?????. But it’s perfect. I wouldn’t change any of this at all. If you read this be prepared to laugh, cry and fall in love.” ~ Zoe_isreading, Goodreads
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ “This was such a heart wrenching read in the best of ways. It’s raw, emotional, real with all of the feels you could ask for.” ~ Leanne, Goodreads
My words cut off, a sharp gasp leaving my mouth and my eyes flying wide as Leon’s hands closed around my wrists and he backed me into the fridge door. He pressed his weight lightly into me as my chest heaved in and out from exertion, and stared down at me with blazing eyes, his face unreadable. Shifting slightly, he positioned my arms against the door and slid his fingers up, twining them with mine.
My heart crashed against my ribs.
“You don’t want nice.” His eyes flashed, voice husky and raw, crawling over every inch of me. “So, what do you want?”
Time suspended, thought and reason fled. My pulse throbbed under my skin, and the muscles in my thighs clenched, trying to ease the aching need sparked by his proximity.
Danielle Hill is a contemporary romance author from the north of England. She lives with her husband, who’s learned to live with the fact her head is full of other (fictitious) men, and two gorgeous kids, whom she mostly remembers to feed and water, in between writing stories.
When she’s not writing, you’ll find her curled up with a book, watching a riveting box set and talking all the way through it (to her husband’s delight), or eating cookie dough cheesecake while promising to hit the gym tomorrow… not once has anyone found her in a gym. Don’t bother looking there.
She enjoys reading and writing about strong guys and girls who overcome all the odds to find their happy ending.
I guess if I truly want this, then I just need to be completely honest. If I get serious with someone, they are going to have to see me naked someday.
Unbuttoning my pants, my hands shaking as I do so, I watch Maverick’s face for his reaction. But right now he has none, he is just watching my every move.
My nose burns as I try not to cry. This is such a big thing for me; I am beyond putting myself out there.
I push down my pants, leaving me in my black underwear. I grip the bottom of my shirt, throwing it onto the side by side.
My back to Maverick as I can’t look at him right now. I look out into the trees where I see a deer staring back at us.
Hands touch my forearms from behind, “Darlin.” His voice is deeper than I have ever heard it.
I gather every single nerve that I have, turning around to face him. His eyes are filled with anger but his face is soft, his hands tender on mine.
“Darlin, it’s killing me seeing that fear in your eyes.” He cups my face, “One thing you should never have with me is fear. You are perfect. Every piece of you.”
I close my eyes, holding back the tears. He pulls me to him, lifting me off of the ground and walks with me in his arms into the water.
MEET THE AUTHOR:
LeAnn Ashers is a blogger-turned-author who spends her days reading and writing. She released her debut novel early 2016, and can’t wait to see where this adventure continues to take her. LeAnn enjoys writing about strong-minded females and swoon-worthy, protective alpha males who love their women unconditionally.
