When her father is killed and her mother marries a man she barely knows, Ali’s precisely planned future falls apart.
Until now, her careful life has always stayed within the lines.
Thrust into a world without boundaries, her reality blurs further when she finds herself craving the attention of
the one person she hates the most—the man who’s sworn to destroy her.
Torn between light and dark, how long can Ali play his dangerous game, knowing full well there aren’t any rules?
? Dark
? MF main couple, with other goodies going on in the shadows
? Enemies to Lovers
? College age
? Secrets, angst, and mystery
? THE STEAM OVERFLOWETH
Samantha Lovelock is a sarcastic individual with a decent sense of humor, darknesses hidden in mind-closets that occasionally Jack-in-The-Box her unsuspecting ass, and love and loyalty for her friends and family that runs deeper than any ocean. Her guy means the world to her, and so does her cat; sometimes even in that order. Her Mum is her hero, hands down. She’s a proud Queen of Innuendo, champion of Name That Tune, and has never met a cliffhanger she didn’t like. She lives in the foothills of the beautiful Canadian Rockies with her British cowboy and their Norwegian Forest Cat, Winston Churchill.
A pain so powerful can only be eased by a love even stronger.
Welcome to Seattle, the Emerald City and home to The Single Dads of Seattle. Ten sexy single fathers who play poker every Saturday night, have each other’s backs, love their children without quarter, and hope to one day find love again. This is Aaron’s story …
Single Dad of Seattle, Aaron Steele isn’t a single dad at all. He’s a retired Navy SEAL whose sister just died, leaving him to raise her newborn daughter all by himself. Only he has no clue how to be a dad–let alone a single dad. He’s lost in a sea of diapers and bottles, late nights and exhausting mornings, all the while dealing with a failure from his last mission he just can’t shake. He needs help. He needs a nanny.
Professional nanny Isobel Jones has a heart of gold. She’s always willing to help out, no matter the cause. She spends her days with children making memories and her nights on the laptop making magic as a graphic designer. After hearing Aaron’s heartbreaking story, she jumps at the chance to help. But she never expected her new boss to be a blue-eyed Adonis with dog tags, who quickly begins to fuel her fantasies.
While the beautiful nanny is off-limits, she’s also a welcomed distraction. Aaron’s grief is still raw and he just knows he’s going to mess up this whole dad thing. Isobel’s never shied away from a challenge, and that’s exactly what Aaron is–a big challenge. He’s angry and stubborn, moody and confusing, and yet she knows deep down he’s capable of so much love.
Will Isobel living with the single dad help pull him out of his misery, or will Aaron let the turmoil inside him chase away perhaps the only person that could help him finally find happiness?
**Note: This book can be read as a standalone. It includes lots of steamy scenes, cursing, and of course as with all my books, this has an HEA and no cliffhanger or cheating. If you like single dads who take charge, this book is for you.
She wiped her wrist beneath her nose. “I was scared, and you helped me. You showed me compassion and care. You gave me strength when I had none. I wanted to replace the memories of last night with something better, with something good. I didn’t think that what we did last night would make it difficult for you to look at me the next day. Would make it difficult for you to be around me, to talk to me. Had I known it would, I wouldn’t have—” She turned her head and wiped beneath her eyes.Oh, fuck.
An ache filled his chest.
In a couple of long strides, he ate up the distance between them, grabbing her by the shoulders and bending his knees until they were eye to eye. What stared back at him fucking killed him.
But he didn’t know what to say. An apology would be hollow and lackluster. Or at least that’s what he thought. An apology wasn’t enough. What he had to give her, what he had in his heart just wasn’t enough.
She blinked damp, spiked lashes at him, looking through him, seeing all of him.
As she went to speak, he crushed his mouth to hers, smothering her words. He released her shoulders, wrapping his arms around her waist and tugged her into his body. She groaned and gripped his T-shirt tight, his dog tags too. It was like she was holding on for dear life. But it was actually him who was holding on to her. Grappling for the last remaining threads of his sanity, of his humanity … of his soul. Sweeping through her mouth, his tongue swirled around hers, massaging and sucking, tasting a delicacy he knew he didn’t deserve.
He knew it was wrong. The whole thing between them was wrong. It’d been wrong the first time he’d kissed her, then the second and every time after that. But he couldn’t stop.
He wanted her to demand they stop, to see the man that he really was and realize she was better off walking away. That he couldn’t give her what she needed, what she deserved.
He also wanted her to beg him for more, to take what she could from him, what he could offer her, even if it wasn’t much.
She pushed him away, her chest heaving with heavy pants, her eyes bright and lips puffy. “What are we doing, Aaron?” She stepped away from him and turned around. “What do you want from me?”
Fuck if he knew.
Could everything and nothing be the right answer?
He wanted everything she had to give him, but he also knew that it was better to ask her for nothing, because how could you ask someone to give you all they had when you had so little to give in return?
She spun to face him. “I like you. I’m attracted to you. I want you. I also love my job. I’m in love with your baby, and I don’t want to lose Sophie.” She swallowed. “Or you. But if this is going to be too much for you, I can step back. I can just be the nanny.”
A Canadian West Coast baby born and raised, Whitley is married to her high school sweetheart, and together they have two beautiful daughters and a fluffy dog. She spends her days making food that gets thrown on the floor, vacuuming Cheerios out from under the couch and making sure that the dog food doesn’t end up in the air conditioner. But when nap time comes, and it’s not quite wine o’clock, Whitley sits down, avoids the pile of laundry on the couch, and writes.
A lover of all things decadent; wine, cheese, chocolate and spicy erotic romance, Whitley brings the humorous side of sex, the ridiculous side of relationships and the suspense of everyday life into her stories. With single dads, firefighters, Navy SEALs, mommy wars, body issues, threesomes, bondage and role-playing, Whitley’s books have all the funny and fabulously filthy words you could hope for.
I was willing to risk my heart for a night, but now they want forever.
New York City is a long way from my tiny hometown in Texas. Love brought me here, but unless I can find a way to buy out my cheating ex on his half of the candy store we jointly own, I’m going to be leaving with nothing but memories.
The one memory I’d love to make seems of my reach. Until fate steps in and offers me a chance to see which one of my hot neighbors might be willing to share a night with me I’ll never forget. The three of them own the fitness center across the street, and I’ve been fantasizing about them since the first day I caught them staring at me through my storefront window.
But what’s a girl to do when instead of one sexy-as-sin man on her doorstep, all three show up?
Fantasies are meant to come true and the men of Club Sin will see to your every kinky desire. This November, 22 of your favorite steamy romance authors take you inside Club Sin, a forbidden place where you’ll find love and pleasure with multiple hot men in these Reverse Harem novellas. Can you handle the heat?
22 rooms, 22 fantasies…Which door will you step through?
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When Eve London was a girl she wanted to be a trapeze artist. Instead, she grew up to be like most women – a juggler –trying to keep bunches of balls in the air. Now she spends her days writing about the kind of men she likes – sexy, shameless, and just a little bit sarcastic.
I was never one for coloring inside the lines.
Authority was always meant to be questioned.
Answers simply reasons to dig deeper.
Club Sin was a curiosity.
A place to explore my wildest fantasy.
In Room 23, they call me Trouble.
Good thing I have three Daddies to keep me in line.
Because as the saying goes…trouble never comes alone.
Fantasies are meant to come true and the men of Club Sin will see to your every kinky desire. This November, 22 of your favorite steamy romance authors take you inside Club Sin, a forbidden place where you’ll find love and pleasure with multiple hot men in these Reverse Harem novellas. Can you handle the heat?
22 rooms, 22 fantasies…Which door will you step through?
Willowmead Academy – where taboo, tests, and trauma go to learn a thing or two.
Abbie
When I enrolled in sixth form at Willowmead Academy, I wasn’t expecting much. I’d already experienced the worst pain imaginable, what’s the point in living after that?
But then I started to make friends, to stand up for myself again, to laugh. I finally started to live, and it’s all because of the one man I should never want. The one man who pushes my buttons and makes me feel alive. It’s ironic that for me to feel alive he has to risk everything.
After all, you aren’t allowed to fall for your teacher.
Jett
I pride myself on living by one rule: emotional ties are for the weak. The needy. Those who need constant reassurance to feel worthy. Well, not me.
Once Willowmead’s most prestigious maths professor, the novelty of moulding eighteen-year-olds died the same day my reason for becoming a teacher did. Now the nearest bar is where you’ll find me, where the local women are desperate and my students don’t seem like such pricks.
I know I’m an asshole, and I don’t need to justify the way I live with anyone else. Until she shows up.
Defiant, infuriating, feisty. I find myself pushing her away as much as pulling her closer. The need to break her, ruin her, have her, consumes me.
There will be no happy ending here. Only one of us can come out on top, and for once, I hope it’s not me.
Trigger warning
This full length standalone novel contains strong references to mental ill-health including grief, self-harm, suicidal ideation and intent. It also features strong language and scenes of sexual content, which are not suitable for anyone under the age of eighteen. All characters are above the legal age of consent in this student-teacher, age gap, taboo romance.
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Flashbacks from yesterday keep coming back to me, and even though I cannot stand Mr. Caine and the vindictive, cocky smirk that seems to be constantly plastered to his face. I can’t deny that there’s something about him that makes me curious. He seems so guarded and there are times in the car drive into town when I cast a glance his way and notice in the companionable silence that he had dropped his act and he just looked lost.
Gone was the teacher who didn’t give a shit, or the sarcastic sneer he used on everyone, instead all I could see was an emptiness that I could relate to on a very deep level. I’ve no idea why Mr. Caine behaves the way he does, but I have a very strong feeling that he knows true pain. The kind that knocks you off your feet, empties your body of everything meaningful, leaving just an empty shell, whilst filling your soul with a darkness that threatens to consume your every waking moment.
That is how I feel right now. Like every moment is a battle not to let the darkness win, not to allow it to consume me.
Emma Luna is an author and editor who lives in Cambridgeshire, UK, despite her heart still very much being Northern. She lives surrounded by her crazy family; her Mum, who is her best friend and biggest fan; her Dad who helps her remember to always laugh; her Grandparents and Brother who can never read what she writes and her long suffering man-child Boyfriend who she couldn’t live without (but don’t tell him that!).
In her spare time she likes to create new worlds and tell the stories of the characters that are constantly shouting in her head. She also loves falling into the worlds created by other authors and escaping for a while through reading.
When she’s not adulting or chasing her writing dream she loves dog-napping her Mums shih-tzu Hector, chilling curled up on the sofa with her Boyfriend binge watching the latest series or movie, drinking too much diet coke (it’s her drug of choice), buying too many novelty notebooks, and completing adult colouring books as a form of relaxation. Oh and she is a massive hardcore Harry Potter geek. Ravenclaw for life!
Thank you for taking a chance on a newbie author – hope you enjoy and come back for more!
Aside from being a married mum of two, Maddison is a serial daydreamer. As a reader of all romance tropes, from RH to Omegaverse, she finally decided to put pen to paper (finger to keyboard doesn’t sound as poetic) and write her own.
Maddison hails from the south east of England, where she enjoys watching musicals, an excessive amount of cheesecake and curling up in bed with a steamy romance novel in hand (not usually all at once but there’s no judgement here.). Currently working in a Junior School as a TA and cookery teacher, the dream is that Maddison can one day become a full-time author. Thank you for your support on her journey.
My new neighbor is a firefighter—and a scorching hot single dad—but I swear I didn’t set off that smoke alarm on purpose.
Ignite, an all-new smoking hot, single dad romantic comedy from USA Today and #1 Amazon bestselling author Melanie Harlow, is available now!
My new neighbor is a firefighter—and a scorching hot single dad—but I swear I didn’t set off that smoke alarm on purpose.
(And I was beyond mortified when he rushed in and saw me naked.)
Nothing happened, of course—because I, Winnie MacAllister, romance junkie and owner of a constantly broken heart, have sworn off men for one solid year.
Even protective men with chiseled jaws, bulging biceps, and deep brown eyes that make my breath come faster. Even former SEALs with broad chests and strong hands that make my skin sizzle. Even gorgeous, grumpy guys who have their hands full raising two adorable little girls and claim they don’t believe in love.
Until Dex kisses me one night, and I drop all my defenses.
(Also my underwear.)
He says he’s not gentle, and he’s right. He says I should take the dream job I’m offered in another state, and he’s right. He says he’s too old for me and could never be the man I deserve.
He’s wrong.
Dex and I might be twelve years apart, but the fire between us is the kind that will never burn out.
How can I convince him to give happily-ever-after with me a chance?
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Excerpt
She looked a little nervous, not that I blamed her, as she held out a small pink box of Band-Aids. “I had these lying around and thought Luna might want them for her knee. Band-Aids sometimes come off in the shower, so . . .” I reached out and took them from her, noticing she was careful not to let our fingers touch this time. “Thanks.” “That’s it—I just wanted to—um, okay, have a good night.” She turned to leave, and I probably should have let her.“Wait a second.” She faced me again, her expression still wary. “I’m sorry about that.” I gestured over my shoulder with the pink box. “My ex-wife—the girls’ mom—knows how to get a rise out of me.” “Oh, that’s okay. It’s none of my business, and I didn’t really hear anything.” It was obvious she’d heard everything. I nodded slowly. “Well, thanks for the Band-Aids. Luna will appreciate it.” Her smile was back, along with that stutter in my chest. “Good. Enjoy your night.” “You too.” She turned around and went down the steps, cutting across the lawn to her place with that same youthful bounce in her step. Glancing down at the box, I shook my head—of course she had a whole thing of pink princess Band-Aids. I shut the door and trudged up the stairs to get the kids cleaned up. Hallie went first, after a brief attempt to get me to let her wear socks in the shower. As usual, I refused, explaining again that the entire house had been thoroughly cleaned before we moved in, and I’d been here yesterday to make sure of it. While she was getting dressed, I made sure Luna washed her hair and used soap, then helped her get dried off. After hanging up their towels, I double-checked that they’d chosen appropriate clothing and was just about to get in my own shower when I heard a series of high-pitched beeps. “What’s that?” Hallie said, scrunching up her face. Instantly on high alert, I put my hand up. “Shh.” I heard it again, and recognized it as a smoke detector going off, but not in our house—we were hearing it through the walls. “Stay here.” I raced out of their room and took the stairs down three at a time, jumping to the bottom with five to go. Barreling out my front door, I ran over to Winnie’s and knocked. The alarm was clearly coming from inside her unit, and when she didn’t answer the door, I made a split-second decision to bust in. Fortunately, the door wasn’t locked. I shouldered it open, relieved when I didn’t see or smell smoke right away. Winnie’s townhouse was laid out exactly like mine, and I immediately realized the detector going off was upstairs. Racing up the steps three at a time, I reached the master bedroom doorway just in time to see Winnie climbing onto a suitcase, one hand reaching toward the ceiling to disconnect the unit. My jaw dropped. She was totally naked and dripping wet.One hand was clutching a small towel to her chest that didn’t fucking hide anything . Behind her, steam from her shower billowed from her bathroom, which must have been what set off the alarm—some detectors are that sensitive. Behind me, I heard clamoring on the stairs, and a second later both Hallie and Luna rushed into the bedroom. Startled, Winnie looked over and saw us. Her eyes went wide as she screamed, lost her footing, and toppled backward off the suitcase. She landed hard on her ass, arms and legs flailing like a rag doll. Averting my eyes, I strode over and disconnected the unit while she scrambled toward the bathroom on her hands and knees, presumably in search of a bigger towel. But then she slammed the door . . . and didn’t come out. The eighty-five decibel alarm had ceased, but the sirens in my head continued.I looked at the girls. Luna had her hands over her mouth. Hallie’s eyes were wide, and she pointed to the bathroom door. “Winnie was naked,” she whispered. “We saw her bum.” “Quiet,” I scolded angrily. “You two were supposed to stay at our house. You didn’t follow my orders.” “But Daddy, we were scared,” Luna said. Her hair was still wet and tangled. “We came to find you.”“We’ll talk about it later, but when I tell you to stay put, you stay put-especially in an emergency. Understand?” They nodded. “Now go back to our house, both of you.”“But what about Winnie? Is she okay?”I went over to the bathroom door and knocked, trying not to picture her naked. The shower wasn’t running anymore. “Winnie? Are you okay?” “I’m fine!” “Are you hurt?” “I’m fine!” she repeated in the same false, bright tone. A tiny smile inched onto my lips. “Are you sure?”
About Melanie Harlow
USA Today bestselling author Melanie Harlow likes her martinis dry, her heels high, and her history with the naughty bits left in. When she’s not writing or reading, she gets her kicks from TV series like Ted, Lasso, Schitt’s Creek, and Fleabag. She occasionally runs three miles, but only so she can have more gin and steak.
Melanie is the author of the BELLAMY CREEK series, the CLOVERLEIGH FARMS series, the ONE & ONLY series, AFTER WE FALL series, the HAPPY CRAZY LOVE series, and the FRENCHED series. She lifts her glass to romance readers and writers from her home near Detroit, MI, where she lives with her husband, two daughters, and pet rabbit.
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Authors: Cara Cee, Rosie East, Michelle Fernandez, Kim Findlay, Lyla Grace, Elizabeth Miller, A. S. Roberts, Jade Royal, Willow Sanders, Kate Stacy, S.L. Sterling, and Venessa Kimball writing as V. Angelika
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: November 2, 2021
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Tis the season…to be naughty!
The gifts are wrapped, and under the tree, and all the holiday baking is done. Now it’s time for you to hang up your stockings and relax with a cup of hot cocoa and this steamy collection of holiday stories sure to tantalize your senses and set your holiday ablaze.
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Something about Nick O’Malley gives my middle finger a boner — despite his sexy Irish accent, which seems to give my nips boners (but that’s beside the point).
I’m not sure why I can’t stand him. It might be the man bun. Or the arrogant way he speaks to me. Maybe it’s the way he looks at me like he’s starving, and I’m an adorable snack cake.
Well, F that! I might be small and delicious, but I am not on the menu — for him or anyone else.
When my naughty pup causes a slight fender bender, the cocky dog trainer claims he knows just what I need, and much to my dismay, he’s right. And if you ever tell him I said that, I’ll junk punch you.
But now, the more time I spend with him, the more I start to see a different side of him. Maybe all those explosive words between us were more like fireworks.
I can’t act on this simmering attraction, no matter how tempting it may be. Aside from being off the D, the threatening text messages and unwanted “gifts” showing up remind me why staying clear of Nick is necessary. He’s not safe if he’s stays because a stupid accident from my past is still haunting me.
Except Nick doesn’t back away from threats. And shockingly enough, he has a protective side I find incredibly hot. But the longer he stays with me, the more danger he’s in.
I may have dented his bumper, but I can’t risk the damage I’ll do to his life… or his heart.
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One day during the COVID quarantine (a.k.a. the dark time), Jackie was reading yet another laugh a minute rom-com by Lucy Score or Pippa Grant, and she thought to herself – hey, I can do that. And so, she did and it turned out even better than even she thought possible.
Jackie is a fresh face on the romance author scene destined to shake things up with her signature blend of light-hearted comedy, over the top characters and romantic heartwarming moments. A voracious romance reader herself, Jackie writes stories featuring the four S’s: Snark, Swoons, Steam and Sarcasm. Her heroines are bad-ass and her heroes are easy on the eyes and heavy on the charm.
When she is not writing funny stories about swoony heroes and the women who get to play with them, she is reading all types of romance novels or taking care of her army of cats and her teenage son (who also speaks fluent sarcasm).
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.
Savage (adjective):
1) Not domesticated; wild and untamed
2) A brutal or vicious person
3) Malek Antonov
Savage Hearts, the highly-anticipated third standalone in the Queens & Monsters mafia romance series by JT Geissinger is available now!
Savage (adjective):
1) Not domesticated; wild and untamed
2) A brutal or vicious person
3) Malek Antonov
When my older sister calls out of the blue to announce she’s getting married, it’s a shock. She’s
not the settling-down kind, and we haven’t spoken in almost three years.
Even more of a shock? Sloane wants me to visit her and meet her new fiancé. Curious, I decide
to take her up on the offer.
I should’ve known something was wrong when she wouldn’t tell me where I’d be going. I
should’ve known things were odd when she sent a private jet to pick me up. But there’s no way
in hell I could’ve ever guessed what would happen when I finally meet her fiancé.
Declan O’Donnell.
Head of the Irish Mob.
Target of a savage Bratva assassin who wants revenge for the murder of his brother.
Now, I’m thousands of miles from home, I’m smack in the middle of a mafia war, and I’ve got a
Russian assassin who’s decided he likes the looks of me.
They say revenge is a dish best served cold.
They never met Malek Antonov.
Excerpt
“Yeah. Oh—can I ask you a favor? Will you please not hurt him? Kieran, either. He’s the other bodyguard. The bigger one. They’re both really nice.”
Malek stares at me in disbelief.
“Sorry. Is that asking too much? It’s just that I’d never get over it if they got hurt because of me. They’re only trying to do their jobs.”
After a moment, he says angrily, “You know who I am. You know what I do. Correct?”
“Yes. I’ve been filled in on the particulars.”
“And you’re lying there with my hand around your neck asking me not to hurt your bodyguards.”
He says it like my sanity is in question.
“I know it’s maybe a little unorthodox.”
“No,” he says flatly.
“Please?”
He growls, “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“There’s no need to get testy.”
“Testy?”
“I’m just saying. You don’t have to get all mad about it.”
Furious again, he glares at me, grinding his jaw and probably calculating how much pressure it will take to snap the brittle bird bones in my neck.
Before he does, I say, “I also want to thank you for the rose you left me. That was really nice. I’ve never had a man bring me flowers before. I know it was only the one, and also you thought I was a captive prostitute at the time, but still. It was thoughtful. So thank you.”
He stares at me with an expression somewhere between confusion and amazement, with a healthy dose of disgust on the side.
“Now is probably a good time to remind you that I’m still the same person you left the rose for. So if you did kill me, you’d be killing her, too. Just a thought.”
“Are you on drugs?”
“Not at the moment, no. Why, do you have any?”
“There’s something wrong with you. Mentally. Right?”
That makes me laugh. “Oh, totally. I’ve got more than a few screws loose. At least that’s what my dad tells me. But he’s super uptight, zero imagination, so his opinion doesn’t really count. Not that he’s wrong, because he isn’t, but normies shouldn’t judge creatives. They just have no idea how we’re wired. Why are you looking at me like that?”
“I’ve never had a conversation with an insane person before.”
“Very funny.”
“It wasn’t a joke.”
“Ouch.”
We stare at each other in silence. His hostile, mine hopeful. He still hasn’t murdered me, so things are looking up.
“Malek?”
“What.” He says it flatly. With dread.
“Thank you for not killing me.”
He says emphatically, “Don’t thank me yet.”
“You’re still deciding?”
“If only to get you to shut up, yes.”
“In that case…” I make a zipper motion across my lips.
He watches with outrage, astonishment, and absolute disbelief.
“Actually, before I shut up, I also want to say that it was really sweet that you tried to save me from being a sex worker. I mean, what a gentleman! A gentleman killer who gives strangers big wads of cash in restrooms. You’re quite the puzzle, Mr. Ghost. Or is it just Ghost? I’m never sure how the nickname thing works, except between me and my sister, but that doesn’t count because my whole family is a little weird. I’ll just call you Malek, if that’s all right. Or Mal for short, since we’re such buds now, what with you breaking into my various bedrooms for midnight visits and all. Okay, I’m shutting up now. Here I go.”
I press my lips together and gaze up at him, watching him struggle with dueling urges to cut off my air supply or break something over my head.
Maybe he’s right about me being insane, because rather than terrifying, I find his indecision understandable.
He’s not the first man I’ve driven to the brink of murder. He’s just the most capable of actually going through with it.
“Oh, one more thing—”
“I know a way to keep that mouth quiet,” he snaps.
Then he kisses me.
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About J.T. Geissinger
J.T. Geissinger is a #1 internationally bestselling author of twenty-seven novels. Ranging from funny, feisty rom coms to intense, edgy suspense, her books have sold over five million copies and been translated into more than a dozen languages.
She is a three-time nominee in both contemporary and paranormal romance for the RITA® Award, the highest distinction in romance fiction from the Romance Writers of America®. She is also a recipient of the Prism Award for Best First Book and the Golden Quill Award for Best Paranormal/Urban Fantasy.
She’s a Southern California native currently living in Nevada with her husband and rescue kitty, Zoe.
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