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Desperate times call for daring measures.


06 Monday Dec 2021
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Stefan Dalca is beautiful, brooding, and bossy. He’s also public enemy number one in this small town, with a murky past that’s hard to overlook. And I just agreed to three fake dates with him.
I may be a renowned veterinarian, but when I find myself in a sticky situation, Stefan is my last hope. I need his help to save a sick foal and what he wants in return is me.
Our time together starts out as a simple transaction, but the more time I spend with him, the more I wonder if he’s not quite the villain they’ve made him out to be. With every intimate conversation and lingering look, the tension between us builds. I’ve been drawn to Stefan since the first day I laid eyes on him. And now he’s downright irresistible.
I know sleeping with the enemy is playing with fire. But like a moth to a flame, I’m attracted to the mysterious man in a way I can’t explain—in a way those closest to me wouldn’t approve of or understand.
And the more he softens for me, the harder I fall.
But as his mysteries unravel, so do hidden truths. Truths that are bound to leave someone burned.
I just didn’t expect that someone to be me.

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Excerpt
“Don’t be such a baby.” Stefan has his arms wrapped around Loki’s neck and is looking down at the foal like he’s a stuffed animal, not a future athlete and animal that needs space to frolic and run. “Are you serious right now?” I prod him. “I thought you were a big, tough man, but you’re too chicken to let this little guy romp around outside?” “Mira. I’m not a big, tough man. I’m just a dick. Remember?” “Yeah, yeah.” I wave my hand at him dismissively. Stefan is a lot of things, but the more I get to know him, the less I think a dick is one of them. “Let’s go. Outside. Fresh air is good for everyone.” I slip the leather halter onto Farrah’s head and buckle it near her ear. She looks excited. Ready to get out of the barn. “What if he hurts himself?” “Can’t live life that way, Stefan. Bad things happen all the time. Buck up. Let’s go.” With a firm cluck, I walk Farrah out into the barn alleyway and head toward the big, wide-open sliding door. Today was beautiful and sunny and dry. And now, under the quiet charm of the evening, it’s the perfect time to let them take their maiden voyage outside with no tractors, no staff milling about, just calm and privacy for this colt and the mare who’s taken him under her wing. Within a few moments, I hear the clopping of Loki’s hooves against the concrete and the scuff of Stefan’s boots. I smile to myself. The big bad wolf has certainly developed quite the soft spot for Loki. Out under the setting sun, we head toward the paddock that’s already waiting and open. It’s a big grass field on the opposite side of the lake from the willow tree where Stefan and I buried the other foal a few weeks ago. I pull Farrah’s halter off, and she’s through the gate. Loki follows her, like the sweet little colt that he is. Until Stefan lets him go. Beneath the pink and orange sky, the sweet little colt blows a gasket. He’s got his head down between his knees and is trying to buck. Mile-long legs fly out all over the place while Farrah takes off for a leisurely trot down the fence line. Loki goes with her but doesn’t stop his antics. I shut the gate quickly and lean against the fence, chuckling. Stefan steps up beside me and presses his elbows against the railing. “He looks like Elaine doing that godawful dance on Seinfeld.” I straight up cackle. That is exactly what he looks like. “He looks happy,” I reply. Stefan nods. “He does.” “You’ve done a great job with him, Stefan.” I want him to understand what a huge difference he’s made for this small horse. That even if everyone sees him one way, I see that they’re all wrong. It feels like something he should know. This man is still clearly so broken up about his mother and trying so hard for the only family he has left. His eyes flit to the side. “This is all you. I probably just made your job harder.” “Oh, you mean by using me as a pawn in your pointless war with my friends?” I joke. Now his head turns to me. Slowly, but sharply. Like a predator that’s heard his prey fumbling through the forest. “Pawn?” I roll my eyes. “Don’t play stupid, Stefan. It’s not cute. Making them keep Loki here rather than at Gold Rush Ranch. The three dates. I’m sure you’re just desperately hoping Billie finds out about those so you can sow discord between us. I know it’s all part of your plot to cut them down at the knees.” He unfolds his fingers slowly as he regards me. Turning his body to face me. And mine follows like the opposite end of a magnet, matching his movement so we stand facing each other under the golden glow of the evening sky. “You think that you’re the pawn in my game?” I scoff and roll my eyes in response. How dumb does he think I am? He moves swiftly now, surely. One hand shoots out and slides between my coat and thin shirt. He palms my ribs there as he presses me back against the fence. We’re supposed to be watching the horses. But suddenly, all we’re watching is each other. My hands come up to push him away, but as soon as I feel the hard lines of his pecs beneath his shirt, my resolve withers. “I’m going to tell you something, Mira.” I can feel the rumble of his voice through my palms. I can’t take my eyes off the sight of my hands on his chest. I’m not supposed to be touching Stefan Dalca, but my body must have missed the memo. Because my nipples rasp against my bra, and with each breath I draw, an ache coils just behind my hip bones. “And I want you to listen very carefully.” With his free hand, Stefan reaches up and drags the pad of his pointer finger over my collar bone. My breath turns to stone in my lungs. I’m too shocked to move. And too far gone to stop him. He’s standing so close I can smell his laundry detergent and the hint of pine that must be in his cologne. “Because you are very confused.” He starts at the center of my chest, his eyes following his finger, watching goosebumps fan out across my skin in his wake. When his finger gets close to my shoulder and the neckline of my shirt, he slips it just inside. Just under the strap of my bra. And with one flick, that strap is pushed right off my shoulder. His grip pulses on my ribs and he steps even closer, forcing me to look up and hold his gaze. A quiet gasp escapes me when I catch sight of the expression on his face. What I see there is primal. He’s not just looking at me appreciatively… he’s looking at me like he wants to devour me. I’m positive no man has ever looked at me like this before. A sinful smile touches his mouth as he leans in close. His free hand cups the back of my skull so his thumb can brush across the sensitive part of my neck, almost at my throat. His whisper is warm and silky. “Do I have your attention now?” I swallow and nod, feeling chills break out over my skin. There is not a single part of my mind or body that is not entirely focused on the man who has pushed me up against the fence. “Good. Because I want to make myself abundantly clear.” We’re so close. I can feel the entire length of his body covering mine. He teases me with the lightest brush of his lips against my ear as he drops his voice and holds me captive. “You are not the pawn, Mira. You are the prize.” I reel, and I feel the burn of his lips against my skin as he presses a featherlight kiss to the spot his thumb had been rubbing. My pulse hammers, and I swear all I can hear is my blood rushing through my veins. The air crackles between us. No man has ever spoken to me like this. I should put a stop to our interaction. And yet, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be. My body comes to life for him in a way it shouldn’t. He steps away, and I feel alarmingly bereft, like I want to yank him back toward me. Like I want more. I’m the biggest traitor I know because I want him to continue. I want him to whisper more forbidden secrets against my body. His tongue darts out over his bottom lip, followed by his teeth, in a very intentional way as his eyes peruse my body. His gaze lands on the hand I now have slung over my chest in an attempt to slow my racing heart. The other one grips the fence post behind me, possibly the only thing that’s keeping me upright at this moment. “And I love to win,” he finishes with a stupidly sexy smirk, then turns around and walks away. Leaving me with the perfect view of his firm ass and a jumbled mess of confused feelings.

About Elsie Elsie Silver is a Canadian author of sassy, sexy, small town romance who loves a good book boyfriend and the strong heroines who bring them to their knees. She lives just outside of Vancouver, British Columbia with her husband, son, and three dogs and has been voraciously reading romance books since before she was probably supposed to.
She loves cooking and trying new foods, traveling, and spending time with her boys–especially outdoors. Elsie has also become a big fan of her quiet five am mornings, which is when most of her writing happens. It’s during this time that she can sip a cup of hot coffee and dream up a fictional world full of romantic stories to share with her readers.
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03 Friday Dec 2021
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Stefan Dalca is beautiful, brooding, and bossy. He’s also public enemy number one in this small town, with a murky past that’s hard to overlook. And I just agreed to three fake dates with him.
I may be a renowned veterinarian, but when I find myself in a sticky situation, Stefan is my last hope. I need his help to save a sick foal and what he wants in return is me.
Our time together starts out as a simple transaction, but the more time I spend with him, the more I wonder if he’s not quite the villain they’ve made him out to be. With every intimate conversation and lingering look, the tension between us builds. I’ve been drawn to Stefan since the first day I laid eyes on him. And now he’s downright irresistible.
I know sleeping with the enemy is playing with fire. But like a moth to a flame, I’m attracted to the mysterious man in a way I can’t explain—in a way those closest to me wouldn’t approve of or understand.
And the more he softens for me, the harder I fall.
But as his mysteries unravel, so do hidden truths. Truths that are bound to leave someone burned.
I just didn’t expect that someone to be me.

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About Elsie Elsie Silver is a Canadian author of sassy, sexy, small town romance who loves a good book boyfriend and the strong heroines who bring them to their knees. She lives just outside of Vancouver, British Columbia with her husband, son, and three dogs and has been voraciously reading romance books since before she was probably supposed to.
She loves cooking and trying new foods, traveling, and spending time with her boys–especially outdoors. Elsie has also become a big fan of her quiet five am mornings, which is when most of her writing happens. It’s during this time that she can sip a cup of hot coffee and dream up a fictional world full of romantic stories to share with her readers.
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03 Friday Dec 2021
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Xavier: My truth is control. My truth is that good is rewarded and that bad is punished. Aubrey Knight thought she could disrupt my business and get away with it. But, she was sorely mistaken. So, when her father lost the election and came to me begging for money I struck a deal. The little brat would serve as collateral until the loan was repaid. She thinks she can test me. How laughable. She will submit to me, and it will be a beautiful submission.
Aubrey: I will never submit to him.
Beautiful Submission is a complete standalone romance with age-gap, enemies to lovers, captive and BDSM themes.

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About Ivy Writer of all things untamed, romantic and free, Ivy Wild never planned on becoming a romance novelist. In fact, she hated romance as a kid and was quite proud of that fact. Basically, life is weird.
Married to her own alpha hero, she currently lives in various places of the world at various times thanks to his military career.
Her current side hustle is being a lawyer.
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02 Thursday Dec 2021
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From bestselling authors Cora Kenborn and Catherine Wiltcher comes a new mafia romance where love is the most dangerous crime of all…
This city tells a story of a man seeking vengeance…
Renzo Marchesi gives me two choices when he walks into my art gallery: Help him find his brother’s killer or suffer the consequences.
He’s a mafia prince…
Heir to the Marchesi throne. A man consumed by his demons. Beautiful. Ruthless. I don’t belong in his world, and he doesn’t belong in mine.
Still, I’m not the spoiled politician’s daughter he thinks I am…
This is the City of Thieves, where lies are hard currency and deception is the real art. Trust no one. Love no one. Too bad I don’t follow my own rules…
They say black arrows make for bleeding hearts. Now, I’m planning the ultimate heist for a man who never misses.
City of Thieves is an enemies to lovers mafia romance with no cliffhanger and a guaranteed HEA. For mature readers only.
Excerpt
I press the intercom, prompting a security guard to glance up from his station. Running his eyes over my expensive suit, he buzzes me in. “Marchesi,” I state, noting he doesn’t even check his guest list. “Miss Sanders has requested you join her in the atrium.” Following a half-assed pat down, he gestures to the far end of the art gallery. “Through those double doors. Can’t miss it.” Wouldn’t want to. As I walk, my gaze trails like dirty fingers against each canvas. They all look like kids’ paintings to me. Still, I’m impressed. At twenty-three years old, Miss Sanders has created quite a business for herself. Shame she’s about to lose the whole fucking thing. Stepping into the glass-domed atrium, I spot her slender silhouette right away. I take in her profile as she gazes up at some abstract piece of shit painting that looks like gasoline-splashed asphalt. She’s more than appraising the canvas—she’s absorbed in it—her head tilted to the side, her dark hair still twisted into that tight bun from yesterday morning, not a hair out of place, with her tight black pencil dress holding all her secrets in. What is it about this woman? My type is uninhibited, not uptight. But there’s a dark part of me that wants to see her come undone in my hands; to take a hammer to that icy facade and see what’s really underneath. To close my fists around that hair and arch her back as I slam my cock into that frigid pussy. I take a step closer. She must have heard me, but she’s refusing to turn. And another… “Careful, Miss Sanders.” I move in close behind her, watching as her shoulders stiffen. “You’re becoming dangerously predictable.” Her eyes never stray from the painting, while my eyes never stray from her tiny waist, the material gently flaring into the kind of curves that make me pay close attention. “And how is that, Mr. Marchesi?” Christ, even her voice is like a rainstorm in December. One more step brings us to an even level. “You have a strange fascination with complicated artwork,” I note, gesturing at the canvas. “Oh?” “Does it reflect a complicated woman?” She tilts her chin in the air, the light catching on a razor-sharp cheekbone. “Have you come to psychoanalyze me or to take something else that belongs to me?” Dangerous words, Miss Sanders. Remorse isn’t a trait found in the Marchesi gene pool. I’m here for revenge. I’m here to use, destroy, and ruin, and that includes her and her precious paintings if need be. When I don’t answer, she clips out, “You’re five minutes early.” “Only a fool steps on unbalanced ground when he’s expected, dolcezza. Yet, you don’t seem surprised?” “Should I be?” Look at me, for fuck’s sake. Her aloofness is both infuriating me and making me want to pin it up against the wall. Instead, I flatten the smirk tugging at the corners of my mouth. I’m almost impressed. I’m rarely knocked off focus. However, cold detachment isn’t a new game, and Miss Sanders is about to get a lesson she won’t soon forget. “Most people are grateful when their date arrives on time.” “A date? Is that what this is?” A low, sardonic laugh rumbles in her throat as she finally turns on those killer high heels and aims her green eyes right at me. She’s even more beautiful up close, delicate features like fine china covering a hard shell of indifference… But everything breaks for a price.

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Meet Catherine Catherine Wiltcher is a bestselling author of eighteen dark romance novels, including the Santiago Trilogy. A stage 4 cancer thriver and a former TV Producer, she writes flawed characters who always fall hard and deep for one another, whatever the cost. She lives in the UK with her husband and two young daughters. If she ever found herself stranded on a desert island she’d like a large pink gin to keep her company… Cillian Murphy wouldn’t be a bad shout either.
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Meet Cora Cora Kenborn is a USA Today Bestselling author who writes in multiple genres from dark and gritty romantic suspense to laugh-out-loud romantic comedy. Known for her sharp banter and shocking blindsides, Cora pushes her characters and readers out of their comfort zones and onto an emotional roller coaster before delivering a twisted happily ever after. Cora believes there’s nothing better than a feisty heroine who keeps her alpha on his toes, and she draws inspiration from the sassy country women who raised her. However, since the domestic Southern Belle gene seems to have skipped a generation, she spends any free time convincing her family that microwaving Hot Pockets counts as cooking dinner. Oh, and autocorrect thinks she’s obsessed with ducks.
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02 Thursday Dec 2021
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I first met Ethan Carson when I was ten. One look and I knew he was trouble. He could charm you with his striking blue eyes, his killer smile, and a face that was made for Hollywood. But look closer and you’ll see the devil incarnate who was always a breath away from juvie. To say we were mortal enemies growing up is an understatement. I avoided him then, and I continue to do so now, even though he’s a cop—who would have thought? My avoidance tactics worked until the day I needed him. I took one tiny trip to Vegas, where we ended up drinking far too much. Big mistake-as in the mother of all mistakes. We woke up the next morning in bed! And neither of us can remember what happened. But wait, it gets worse. So much worse. That’s not the only thing we did. The come-to-Jesus moment hits when I see the wedding ring on my finger. We got married! I married the devil. Of course, I want this craziness fixed—ended—returned to the world where I’m not his Mrs. But he wants us to stay together because he has other ideas. When he makes me an offer I can’t refuse, I might be desperate enough to accept. I just hope I don’t lose more than I bargained for in this outlandish scheme. Like my heart.

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“Maybe if we can remember where we got married we can go back there and tell them we were drunk and made a mistake, so they can fix it.” She’s flipping out. I can see it. “This is Vegas people must do this craziness all the time right?” “Yeah, yeah,” I agree just to humor her. “It could be done within the hour, and we could go home and laugh about it and tell everyone we were screwing with them.” The quiver in her voice suggests she’s about to break. I might make her break faster because even though this is Vegas, you can’t get a marriage annulled within an hour. “Bree. It’s not exactly as simple as that. It won’t happen that quickly.” “Well, how long do you think it might take?” Last I heard it might be a week and that’s if you can get through all the paperwork on time, but I won’t tell her that. An idea forms in my mind as I stare at her and see how much she’s freaking out. “It’s going to take a while, Bree. What if I get all the paperwork and take care of everything as best as I can while I put you on a flight home.” “Home,” she mumbles. “Yeah. Do you want to go home?” “Yes, are you sure?” “Yes.” It’s best if I’m not around her. I need to think. I married Bree Dawson. Married the girl I used to pick on at school like I breathed air. Her the goody-two-shoes southern belle and me the kid who was always in and out of juvie. I married her and I can’t even remember saying I do.
About Khardine Khardine Gray is a USA Today bestselling author who writes sizzling hot contemporary romance, romantic suspense, and paranormal romance.
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01 Wednesday Dec 2021

From Wall Street Journal bestselling author Ilsa Madden-Mills comes a new standalone romance about a flawed hero and the woman he can’t forget.
“She crossed my path and changed my whole direction.”
He called himself Spider.
I just knew him as the sinfully gorgeous guy with eyes of fire that fate sat next to me on the airplane.
I didn’t know who he really was . . . British rock star . . . my stepbrother.
He kissed me because he thought we’d never see each other again. We would.
Everyone warned me about him. They told me he was ruthless and cold and screwed up. They said he’d leave me with a hole in my heart.
Maybe I should have listened. Maybe I should have built up a fortress to keep him out. But I crumbled instead.
They say an unbreakable thread connects those who are destined to meet. If that’s true, then the moment he sat next to me, we were bound together forever.
He just had to figure it out before it’s too late…

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About Ilsa Madden-Mills Wall Street Journal, New York Times and USA Today best-selling author Ilsa Madden-Mills is best known for her angsty new adult romances and romantic comedies.
Eight of her eleven novels have placed in the Amazon Top 10 Best-seller List: Dirty English #1; Fake Fiancée and I Dare You #2; I Bet You, Filthy English, and Very Bad Things #6; Boyfriend Bargain #8; The Last Guy, her collaboration with Tia Louise, #4.
A former high school English teacher, she adores all things Pride and Prejudice, and of course, Mr. Darcy is her ultimate hero.
She’s addicted to frothy coffee beverages, cheesy magnets, and any book featuring unicorns and sword-wielding females. Feel free to stalk her online.
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01 Wednesday Dec 2021
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Hannah has never been happier. It’s her final year of high school, and her long time crush now boyfriend has been away at University.
The day before Chanukah finds Hannah on the road to visit her boyfriend and brimming with excitement to celebrate together after a semester apart. Upon arrival, things immediately take a turn Hannah never could have anticipated.
Will this holiday be ruined, or will these eight days bring her the happiness she was hoping for all along?
