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05 Monday Apr 2021
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~Anatasia~
05 Monday Apr 2021
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Once the bell rings, I grab my bag and head out the door, turning to go outside to hang out with friends during lunch. I practically run through the halls, not even stopping at my locker to put my books away. I don’t watch where I am going and suddenly, I’m stepping backwards to avoid falling.
“Ow.” I hear a girl say. “Watch where you’re going,” she mumbles before stepping around me.
As she’s walking away, I turn around to see Alexia Jamieson, the richest girl in school. She’s changed. When we got back from winter break during our freshman year, she came back with shorter hair and it had been a dark red, such a difference from the long, light brown hair it had originally been. Her hair is still red, but it’s longer now, and I see a streak of dark blue hidden under the curls.
Alexia was the head cheerleader and popular girl in our friend group at the beginning of freshman year, but then something changed—not only her hair, but something else—and she stopped hanging out with us and dropped cheerleading. I noticed that everyone in our group started being mean to her and bullying her. Why? I have no fucking clue.
As though she feels me staring, she turns around and starts walking back toward me.
“What is your problem? You practically run into me and then don’t even apologize and then you stare at me?” She waits for a second for an answer, but I don’t even get a chance to say anything when she starts talking again. “What happened Owens? Cat got your tongue? Do you even know who I am or are you like everyone else who just calls me names?”
She is on the verge of tears and yelling. I am so glad everyone is at lunch and nobody can see this exchange.
“Lexi,” I start saying quietly while lifting my hand up towards her. She shies away and I drop my hand.
“Don’t call me that,” she snaps at me.
I don’t know what to say. She closes her eyes and I can see tears in the edges. She turns on her heels and runs away from me, not giving me a chance to talk.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper into the air, knowing she doesn’t hear me.


Amanda is a Colorado native who hates the snow and loves the heat. She loves spending time inside with a book in her hands, music in her ears, or Netflix playing on the TV while she crochets or writes. Her cat Luna is her baby and doesn’t care for cuddles, but loves laying on fuzzy blankets on Amanda’s lap.
03 Saturday Apr 2021
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My mother died when I was small and my father was killed in a car crash. This was all I knew; orphaned and left to pick up the pieces, a task made more difficult by the three women who hated me most. But then I found out about the possibility that my father’s death wasn’t an accident and the events that followed would forever shape the course of my life. Could I figure out the mystery of my father’s death, keep the growing feelings for the man helping me at bay and stay alive until midnight?


03 Saturday Apr 2021
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His golden eyes shot up, narrowing into two golden crescents. I grinned at him, daring him to punish me. He responded by whipping his tie from around his neck and walking around behind me where I couldn’t see him. I felt his hands bring my wrists together, and with his golden tie, he bound them together behind my back so I couldn’t get free. I struggled, trying to see how much give I had to work with. None.


02 Friday Apr 2021
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⭐️5 burning brightly stars⭐️An angst filled bully romance, a solid plot a well written story with wonderful perfectly imperfect characters.~ vgreedythirstforforbidden
Gotta love a two for one in a romance book! This is a bully and a second chance romance all rolled into one!~ Biggs_bookcase
Second chance bully love story with so much emotion and passion that will make you grab tissues while reading it ❤️❤️❤️ and I would highly recommend it with great ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️~ books_fiction_desire








02 Friday Apr 2021
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Even to Kingmakers, the most brutal school in the world. Where mafia children are trained to control, dominate, infiltrate, and kill.
I followed Anna because she’s my best friend. I’ve always been right by her side.
She needs me to protect her. Especially from Dean Yenin, a Bratva heir with a lethal grudge.
He plans to take everything from me. Starting with Anna…

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I assume there’s going to be a whole lot of jockeying for position in the first few weeks at Kingmakers. Every kid here thinks they’re the alpha — and they probably were, wherever they came from. But we can’t all be alphas at the school. There’s going to be a new hierarchy. I intend to be at the top, like always. Bram probably thinks the same thing. He narrows his eyes at me, tossing back his longish hair and muttering something to his friends. The other Penose give me venomous looks. Bram’s the next shooter. He rolls the point number three times before hitting a seven, ending the round. He scoops up his winnings, grinning. “Hey Dmitry,” he calls. “Why don’t you come join?” He’s calling to a tall blond boy who’s standing at the railing looking down at the water. The boy took his shirt off because of the heat. A Siberian tiger is tattooed to the right of his spine, done in the classic style as if it were crawling up his back. Because the boy is so pale, the tiger looks snow white with black stripes. Dmitry turns around slowly, facing our group. He looks right at me, and seems to recognize me immediately. I get a similar jolt. He’s strangely familiar, even though I know we’ve never met. His eyes narrow, his jaw tightens, and his lip curls up in a sneer. “No thanks,” he says, coldly. “I don’t like the company.” “What?” Bram says, glancing back and forth between us. “The Amerikanets?” “What’s wrong with Americans?” I say. I keep my voice level, but I’m looking the blond boy right in the eye. Bram and I sized each other up last night, and it was clear that we both thought we were hot shit. Who’s shit is hotter remains to be determined. With Dmitry it’s something else. He doesn’t view me as a rival. He’s looking at me like an enemy. “It’s not Americans,” he says to me. “It’s you.” His voice drips with disdain. Something in his tone, coupled with his coloring and the familiarity of his features makes it all click at once. I’m talking to my cousin. He’s calling himself Dmitry, but this is Dean Yenin, I’m sure of it. Not that Dean considers us family. His father and my mother are twins. They were best friends growing up. Until my mom chose my dad over her own family. Dean’s grandfather tried to kill everyone I know and love at my parents’ wedding: my uncle Nero, my aunt Camille, Uncle Dante, my godmother Greta, even my father. He succeeded in murdering my grandpa Enzo, so that I’ve only ever known him from a portrait that hangs in my father’s office. And in return, my father reigned down bloody retribution on Dean’s family. Dean’s grandfather is dead, strangled to death by my dad. And his father Adrian is burned up worse than Vader from what I’ve heard. So we are enemies, maybe more than anyone else on this boat. I knew that Dean was coming to Kingmakers. I knew this was coming. But it’s something different to meet him face-to-face, after never even having seen a photo of him. He’s the main reason my mother didn’t want me coming here. She’s tried to reach out to her brother over the years — tried to repair their relationship so they could at least have a measure of forgiveness, even if they could never be close again. He never responded to her, not a single word. It’s clear from the expression on Dean’s face that my mom was right. The Yenins weren’t just avoiding us. They fucking hate us still. “Is that any way to talk to your cousin?” I say to Dean. I won’t give him the satisfaction of glaring back at him. Instead I paste a grin on my face, like I don’t take him seriously. I know that’s the best way to really piss him off. Sure enough, he takes another couple steps toward me, closing the space between us. Instinctively, everyone else steps back. They all know the feeling of a fight about to happen. That anticipation in the air, the electricity between two people itching to do each other harm. “Don’t call me that,” Dean says. It’s funny how even the simplest words can cut if they’re said sharply enough. Dean hasn’t raised his voice, but he makes it perfectly clear that he isn’t fucking around. His fists tighten at his sides, and his shoulders swell as his body shifts into a more aggressive stance. He’s got the look of a fighter, as if he’s most natural in that position. If I were anybody else, I’d probably take a step back, cringing like a little bitch. But I’m not somebody else. I’m me. And I don’t back away from anybody. “Don’t call you what?” I say. “Cuz?” Dean takes another step forward until we’re within arm’s reach of each other. I’m taller than him by two inches, but he’s got a decent amount of muscle packed on his frame, and he looks fast too. I’m watching him carefully, though I don’t let it show. I stand there as relaxed and casual as ever. “We’re not family,” Dean hisses. “Because your whore of a mother betrayed her family. She’s not a Yenin anymore. She’s just a piece of treacherous trash.” I want to hit him so bad my fists are throbbing. I can’t let that go unanswered. “The Yenins broke a blood oath,” I spit back at him. “I don’t know how the fuck you’re even here. You should be excommunicated. Whose cock did your father have to suck to get you back in?” We rush each other at the same moment. I throw the first punch, right at his stupid fucking face. But to my surprise, he slips the hit so my fist barely glances off his jaw. I’ve never missed like that before. At the same time, he hits me with a left hook that fucking rocks me. Dean may not be quite as big as me, but he’s fast as fuck and strong, too. My head is ringing, and my hangover headache comes roaring back. I swing back at him, and this time he can’t quite duck it — at 6’5 I’ve got a fuck of a longer reach than he’s used to. I pop him in the cheek, raising an instant red welt under his eye. In retaliation he slugs me back in the gut, and that fucking hurts too. Jesus he’s got a sledgehammer for an arm. The howls of Bram and the other students draw the attention of the sailors. Two of the deckhands tear us apart before we can finish the fight. They’re big, burly men, and they fling us down on the deck shouting for us to knock it off. The bigger of the two, a man with a glass eye and two sensuously entwined mermaids on his forearm, points a sausage-like finger at me and growls, “Raise your fists again and I’ll chuck you in the fuckin’ ocean. No fighting on board.” He stands there, arms crossed over his broad chest, watching us both until Dean picks himself up off the deck and resumes his sullen position at the railing, and I head back toward the bow. I climb up in the net once more, making Ares stir and mumble in the midst of his nap, and Anna glances up from her book. “What the hell?” she says. “What happened to you?” She’s staring at my face. I swipe my hand under my nose, seeing blood smear across my knuckles. “Little family reunion,” I say. “Dean?” Anna asks, eyes wide. “Who else.” “Why’d you have to go and fight him?” Anna says. “He started it. I was willing to be friendly.” “For how long, two seconds?” Anna frowns. “He called my mom a traitor!” “Of course he did! You know what he’s probably been told. Did you even try to talk to him?” “It’s not my job to talk to him!” I scoff. “His family are the fucking traitors, and if he says another word about my mom, I’ll break his jaw for him.” “You’d better not,” Anna says, darkly. “You know the rules—“ “He’s the one—“ “They won’t care!” Anna cuts across me. “This is exactly what Aunt Yelena was worried about—“ “Oh, get off it,” I grumble at Anna. “I heard enough of that before I left.” I hate when Anna acts like she’s on my parents’ side about me not going to Kingmakers. She should be happy that I came here with her, instead of taking my full-ride to the University of Kentucky. Does she want to be here alone? I thought she’d be thrilled that we’re both experiencing this together. The thought of going to some school without her, any school, makes me sick to my stomach. She’s my best friend. We’ve always done everything together.
About Sophie Sophie Lark is an Amazon Bestselling author who writes intense, intelligent romance, with heroines who are strong and capable, and men who will do anything to capture their hearts. She lives with her husband, two boys, and baby girl in the Rocky Mountain West.
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01 Thursday Apr 2021
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I’m the one she should have stayed away from.
The thief, the hustler, the boy without a past or a future. A kid forged by the rules of the streets.
She sees into my darkest depths and doesn’t blink an eye. She’s my dream, my peace in a place I can never escape.
Then one day, she’s gone, whisked into a world I refuse to taint with my touch.
Fifteen years later, she’s back in my life, needing a favor only I can provide.
I’m no longer the street rat she once knew. Now I’m king of an empire, where my favors come at a price.
A price, she says she is more than willing to pay, but the cost is all of her…body, mind, and soul.

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“Do you trust me?”“ Yes,” she answered without hesitation. “Then, trust that I know what I’m doing. I’m not as weak as I let everyone believe, even you. There are reasons why I’m doing things the way I am. When I have all the pieces lined up, there’s going to be a lot of truth tea spilled. Tea that Uncle is going to drown in.” “And Nik is part of the plan?” “He’s…” I trailed off as my gaze locked on the very man. He stood in the hallway outside of the ballroom with a phone to his ear. His dark, penetrating gaze studied me in a way I should have been used to by now, but always felt as if it was the first time. Everything inside me clenched in response. Fuck. He was gorgeous in the way that gave a woman heart palpitations, and no woman around him was immune. Those broad shoulders and muscled arms gave truth to the rumors he spent more time than not in the boxing ring and probably meant there wasn’t an ounce of unnecessary fat on his body. Then there were those piercing almost-black eyes that seemed to see too much with a simple look. And finally, his face looked as if it had been created by the discerning eye of a sculptor’s chisel, but was the result of the beautiful union between his Afro-Trinidadian mother and Indian father. The one thing that kept him from looking too perfect was the dusting of a beard, which only added to the unrefined edge he carried naturally. His whole aura made a woman think of all the wickedly delicious things he could do to her body. I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to run my fingers across his jaw just once. Or to kiss those lips I’d dreamed about over too many restless nights. Nope, dammit, Danika. Don’t go there. Put him back in that box of impossibilities. Well, at least for a little longer. Maybe one day I could allow myself a taste, or if I was lucky, a night to indulge. “What are you looking at? Oh.” Jayna nudged me, snapping my attention back to her. “Are you sure you don’t want Nik to be a bigger part of your plan than these games from afar?” I swallowed, pushing down my thought from moments earlier, and said, “He’s a complication I can’t afford right now.”
About Sienna Inspired by her years working in corporate America, Sienna loves to serve up stories woven around confident and successful women who know what they want and how to get it, both in – and out – of the bedroom. Her heroines are fresh, well-educated, and often find love and romance through atypical circumstances. Sienna treats her readers to enticing slices of hot romance infused with empowerment and indulgent satisfaction. Sienna loves the life of travel and adventure. She plans to visit even the farthest corners of the world and delight in experiencing the variety of cultures along the way. When she isn’t writing or traveling, Sienna is working on her “happily ever after” with her husband and children.
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01 Thursday Apr 2021
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From the bestselling author of The Social Affair and HER comes a mind-bending thriller that’s soaked with raw sensuality, as an investigator’s search takes a wicked turn when he meets a beautiful and provocative woman.



Hello. I’m Britney.
I live in Austin, Texas with my husband, children, a dog named Gatsby, one ridiculous cat, and a partridge in a pear tree.
When I’m not wrangling the things mentioned above, I write psychological, domestic, and romantic thrillers set in suburbia.
Currently, I’m writing three series and several standalone novels.
The Bedrock Series features an unlikely heroine who should have known better. Turns out, she didn’t. Thus she finds herself tangled in a messy, dangerous, forbidden love story and face-to-face with a madman hell-bent on revenge. The series has been compared to Fatal Attraction, Single White Female, and Basic Instinct.
The Water Series follows the shady love story of an unconventional married couple—he’s an assassin—she kills for fun. It has been compared to a crazier book version of Mr. and Mrs. Smith. Also, Dexter.
Around The Bend is a heart-pounding standalone, which traces the journey of a well-to-do suburban housewife, and her life as it unravels, thanks to the secrets she keeps. If she were the only one with things she wanted to keep hidden, then maybe it wouldn’t have turned out so bad. But she wasn’t.
The With You Series at its core is a deep love story about unlikely friends who travel the world; trying to find themselves, together and apart. Packed with drama and adventure along with a heavy dose of suspense, it has been compared to The Secret Life of Walter Mitty and Love, Rosie.
The Social Affair is an intense standalone about a timeless couple who find themselves with a secret admirer they hadn’t bargained for. For fans of the anti-heroine and stories told in unorthodox ways, the novel explores what can happen when privacy is traded for convenience.
It is reminiscent of films such as One Hour Photo and Play Misty For Me. Classics. Without a doubt, connecting with readers is the best part of this gig. If you’d like to connect, shoot me an email. You can also find me on Facebook, Instagram, and occasionally on Twitter.
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E.H. Lyon hates folding laundry and decided one day to avoid it by writing witty and a little steamy stories. Her stories take you on a light and bantering ride until the very end, when your couple finds their happily ever after. Along the way, there may be the occasional emotional twist thrown in and the essential appearance of a bottle of whiskey. E.H. has a thing for witty women, determined well-dressed men who fall in love, and the steamy scenes that bring them together.
An American from the Midwest, she now lives in Northern Europe with her small pack of humans. She believes the essence of balance is sitting on a yoga mat listening to music whilst eating a donut. And she absolutely loves finding a new book boyfriend to swoon-over, hearing from other authors, and connecting with people who read her books.