What do three scorching hot Navy SEALs have in common? Me and they’re not stopping until I give them everything they crave.
You see, I loved them once. And then they pushed me away. Said I was too young. The daughter of the wrong woman and too naive for their darker tastes.
The trio of gorgeous men were right. But it broke my heart when they turned me away.
Because of them I’m different now. Stronger and little more jaded.
Six years is a long time to harden a woman’s heart. I’ve tried the dating apps, double dates and blind dates. All that got me is a relentless stalker and a worried friend who thinks she knows what I need to brighten my holiday spirit.
A single night at Club Sin. Should I dare to step into Room One the rules are simple—no inhibitions, no names and the promise of having the wildest night I’ll ever experience.
I’m game until my three SEALswalk through my door with an ultimatum and looking like my best worst idea come true. They give me my first everything and in return I give them until Christmas eve alone in the mountains with snow, roaring fires and unlimited amounts of the BIG O.
Seems doable. But this time I’ll be the one doing the walking out come Christmas morning.
*a dark forbidden second chance reverse harem romance* Fans of Krista Wolf, Shayla Black and Ivy Smoak will devour this forbidden second chance reverse harem romance filled with suspense, forbidden desire and a shared love so strong nothing will stand it its way.
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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?
PenelopeWylde loves playing on the dark side of romance, making her characters work for their happily-ever-after. Join her for a twisted ride through the gritty shadows before reaching the light. That is, if you dare to be WYLDE.
Title: A Red, Red Rose: A Collection of Dark Poetry and Prose
Author: R.B. O’Brien
Genre: Gothic Romance and Horror
Release Date: October 31, 2021
It is often in the dark that we can see…
And sometimes, you must look at what isn’t said, as much as what is, to see it.
R.B. O’Brien’s latest collection of dark poetry and prose isn’t your Robert Burns song about “luve.” No. It’s not that kind of a red, red rose. It’s the kind that makes you think of a darker shade of red, perhaps the color of blood coursing just below the surface of your skin or through your veins, struggling to pump that blood to your heart. A rose littered with thorns to prick and cut into your darker psyche. The kind of rose to escape the pretty gardens and butterflies and yellow suns filling a canvas with only light. No. This red, red rose is the stuff only twisted fairy tales are made of.
As nuanced and textured as you may be used to from O’Brien, you’ve never seen her quite like this before. From bright-lit graves to black crosses on white churches, from mortal skulls to immortal ghosts, from sweet revenge to soured greed, and from love worth dying for (literally) to death most lively, turn off the lights and read only by candlelight. Who knows what you may see…
R.B. O’Brien has always been drawn to the taboo side of storytelling, even as a young adult, from hiding books from strict Catholic parents as a teen to getting lost in the erotic sections of bookstores for hours. Much of her work explores the darker, sensual nature of relationships, those riddled with the reality of insecurities and human folly, often exposing the vulnerability, emotional turmoil, and occasional pain that can come from losing oneself in the heat of passion.
She is best known for her three published erotic romances, Thorne, Edge of Torment, and Imogen, but is now forging a name for herself in the New Adult genre, publishing Play Only for Me in the spring of 2020, a stand-alone New Adult Romance novel, which explores the angst that comes with young love. Her sensual collection, Ruin My Lipstick, was her first published poetry collection and her latest, Almost Poetry, is now also available, a mixture of short verse juxtaposed against her own intimate handwriting.
O’Brien holds a degree in English literature and teaches for a living in the Northeast, USA. She is the founding member of The Nu Romantics, first publishing the short story, “Beyond the Rain,” in their collection, Beyond the Last Page, a paranormal romance. She is a poet, a professor, a writer, a dancer, a hopeful romantic, has a profound affection for Shakespeare, and beyond that, writes–every chance she gets.
Vanessa Vale is the USA Today bestselling author of sexy romance novels, including her popular Bridgewater historical romance series and hot contemporary romances. With over one million books sold, Vanessa writes about unapologetic bad boys who don’t just fall in love, they fall hard. Her books are available worldwide in multiple languages in e-book, print, audio and even as an online game. When she’s not writing, Vanessa savors the insanity of raising two boys and figuring out how many meals she can make with a pressure cooker. While she’s not as skilled at social media as her kids, she loves to interact with readers.
USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR RENEE ROSE loves a dominant, dirty-talking alpha hero! She’s sold over a million copies of steamy romance with varying levels of kink. Her books have been featured in USA Today’s Happily Ever After and Popsugar. Named Eroticon USA’s Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, she has also won Spunky and Sassy’s Favorite Sci-Fi and Anthology author, The Romance Reviews Best Historical Romance, and has hit the USA Today list nine times with her Chicago Bratva, Bad Boy Alpha and Wolf Ranch books and various anthologies.
Title: Hellcat Ascending: A Reverse Harem Paranormal Romance
Series: Hell’s Fire Burning Book 3 Author: Jade Bones Genre: Paranormal Reverse Harem. Mature Romance Release Date: November 2, 2021
It’s funny the way life works; one minute you’re in Hell, next you’re ruling over a city you don’t want while the Devil hunts you down, and then, suddenly, you’re in Heaven.
Or maybe that’s just me.
The fun doesn’t end here, though. Not content to bring down one world with his egomaniac shit, Ronin has decided to bring Heaven, Hell, and even the realm of Death down with him.
But there’s something Ronin doesn’t know. I’m not the trapped, helpless hellsoul he once tortured… I’m learning things about myself that I never imagined—not just about my past, but about my future, too.
I’ve spent long enough confused. I’ve played their games. I’ve fallen for their traps. Shit, I’ve made some fresh traps of my own, inspired by their lies.
Now, I’m hauling myself out of this pit, once and for all. And I’m taking my demons with me.
Warning: Hellcat Ascending is a reverse harem novel with multiple love interests and a HEA. Intended for mature readers, it contains dark fantasy elements regarding violence and assault, along with sexual content that some readers may find offensive. Please proceed with caution.
“What are you doing?” he asks, the huff of breath that drops from his lips almost amused.
“Protecting your head, nitwit,” I whisper, although I’ve no idea why we’re being so quiet. “Thick skulls aside, you can still get hurt.”
This time, he laughs properly, the sound low and filled with warmth. “I’ve missed you, Cat,” he confesses.
Get in line, is all I can think. All I need now is for Marek to say he missed me, and I’ll have a matching set.
Dax’s eyes drop to my lips at the same time I realize the falling roof has blocked us off from the others. We’re alone, shielded by a wall of rubble and debris. Voices call, faintly, from the other side, but it will take a long time to clear.
Dax presses his lips to mine. A moan escapes me, so filled with longing and need that I’m almost embarrassed, somehow more torn open than during any of the many things we’ve done before.
Bracing himself more firmly above me, the touch of his finger to my mouth persuades my lips to part. I’m inviting him, begging him without ever having made a conscious decision. He smiles against me, slowing, doing clever things with his tongue as he nips and sucks at my lower lip.
These demons will be the death of me, but I guess the afterlife hasn’t killed me yet, so bring it the hell on.
Jade Bones is a paranormal romance author who loves writing about delicious demons, magical worlds, and steamy romps. She is the author of the My Demon Bound series, featuring standalone one true love paranormal romances, and the Hell’s Fire Burning trilogy, featuring steamy, emotional reverse harem delights. When she isn’t writing, you can find her drinking tea, cuddling her dog, or taking tarot far too seriously.
C.A. Harms is an avid romance and mystery reader. She’s always had a love for books, getting lost in writing and storytelling even as a young girl. She enjoys happy endings and HEA love stories.
She lives in Illinois and enjoys spending time with her husband and two children. She holds an addiction for Starbucks White Chocolate Mocha’s and KitKat when she should really be focusing on water and maybe a fruit or two to make herself feel less guilty, but that feeling quickly passes…thankfully.
She is easy going, fun, and although she may seem like one of the quiet ones at first, you just wait until she gets to know you better…that quietness changes, fast.
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
Cover Design: Thunderstruck Cover Design
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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Featuring ALL NEW novelettes by 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
Carter Roy, the man that attracts all the ladies, but never gets them. He’s sexy and charming, but hasn’t found the woman that can keep his attention.
Abby
I just moved to this town six months ago, but I’m already loving it! Granted, I get lost a lot and I tend to stick out like a sore thumb. And then there’s the deputy-sheriff. He’s hot, but fighting this attraction every step of the way. I just have to find a way to make him see me through my six cats, crazy outfits, and my propensity to get into car accidents.
“Who is she?” Jack asked, bringing me out of my inner-musings.
“Who?”
“The woman you’re going all googly-eyed over.”
I waved him off. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m not googly-eyed over anyone.”
“Right, you just got this far off look in your eyes that I only see when you’re dating someone new.”
“Well, then you’re wrong, because I’m not dating anyone.”
“You don’t have to be to appear that way. So, it’s someone you’ve met, but you’re not with,” he nodded to himself as he started walking around the room. “And it can’t be someone you’ve already dated, so that knocks out half the town.”
I rolled my eyes at him. He placed his hand against his chin, scratching at his jaw as he thought.
“And it can’t be someone from out of town, at least, not that far out of town, because you hardly ever leave town.”
“This is ridiculous.”
“You were just at the hospital. It’s possible you met someone there.”
I held my breath, wondering if he would guess who it was.
“But you’re not the type to fall for a damsel in distress. You’ve always liked women that could watch after themselves. Like Anna,” he grinned.
He would definitely never guess Abby then. She was the opposite of Anna in every way.
“So, it’s got to be someone new to the area, someone that you’re interested in, but since you haven’t actually asked her out, there has to be something holding you back.”
He stopped his pacing, snapping his fingers at me. “That new chick.” He snapped his fingers as he tried to come up with a name. “Abigail. Yes, that woman you hugged in the middle of the street. That’s who it is, isn’t it?”
Crap, I was so screwed. “Why would you think it’s her?”
“Oh, come on! You were hugging a woman!”
“Yeah, because she was upset.”
“And you don’t like to comfort women. That’s not your MO at all.”
“Exactly,” I said, hoping he would disprove his own theory.
“And that’s what it is about her. She’s good looking, and despite the fact that you don’t like weak women, you like her.”
“She’s not weak,” I argued, giving myself away. I closed my eyes, shaking my head as he laughed.
“Holy shit. So, what is it about her?”
“Nothing. There’s absolutely nothing about her. It’s not her.”
“It’s gotta be the whole damsel thing. The question is, what makes her different?”
“I just said it’s not her.”
“Right, which means it is.”
He rushed over to his computer and started typing.
“What are you doing?”
“Checking her background.”
“Why?” I asked, rushing over to his side.
“Because I want to know more about her.” He pulled up her name in the system, laughing at what he found. I sighed, rubbing at my eyes. “So, not only is she a damsel in distress, but she’s a very chaotic damsel, and that’s what you like about her.”
“I never said I liked her!”
“I should have known it. The moment I saw the footage of you holding her in the street, I should have known you were going to fall for her. Of course, I’m surprised it took this long. But now that I think about it, whenever we go out—”
“The people always shout,” I interrupted, hoping to throw him off, but he kept going.
“—you’re always looking around, like you’re watching for someone.”
“Bullshit. You’re seeing what you want to see.”
“No, I’m finally paying attention. So, tell me about her.”
“There’s nothing to tell,” I argued. “I don’t know anything about her.”
“You must know something,” he laughed, “otherwise you wouldn’t be so wrapped up in her.”
I walked away from him, sitting down at my desk with a huff. “I’m not wrapped up in anyone. I don’t like her. I don’t know her, and I definitely am not the man for her.”
“So you do know something about her. Because if you didn’t, you wouldn’t know if you were the right man for her or not,” he said, jabbing a finger in my direction.
“Fine, you want to know about her? She’s some kind of hippie. She has a living room filled with fluffy pillows, no furniture, and weird tea.”
He nodded, grinning at me the whole time. “Did you drink the tea?”
“Fuck off,” I said, storming out of the station, his laughter floating behind me.
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.
Still Falling for You, an emotional, angsty, second-chance romance from USA Today & Wall Street Journal bestselling author Siobhan Davis is available now!
Once there was a boy, with messy blond hair, vibrant blue eyes, and the most dazzling smile, who helped to mend all the dark, broken pieces inside me.
Ryder made a bad situation better. Falling for him wasn’t just inevitable—it was the stars aligning and our souls connecting at the deepest level.
Plans were made, and for the first time ever, I had hope. I believed in the future we were going to build together.
Until he left, without even saying goodbye.
Years have passed, and though I have tried to move on, my heart still lingers on the boy who claimed it.
Now he’s back, saying he wants another chance.
And I’m terrified I’m not finished falling.
This book was previously published as Only Ever You. It has received a makeover and undergone a fresh round of proofreading, but the story has not changed.
Due to mature situations and some dark themes, this angst-filled romance is only recommended to readers aged eighteen and older. Some scenes may be triggering. Please read the note at the start of the book.
What happens in Vegas is supposed to stay in Vegas.
Takedown, an all-new accidental marriage romance by Evelyn Sola is available now!
MELLIE
I was not a gambler. No way. I’ve built an existence free of risk and adventure. From my career to a small life with my closest family. I was not going to do anything to jeopardize my heart. But when my neighbor and number one menace to my safe plans showed up in Vegas, I did what every adventurous (not!) woman would do. I got drunk and married the man.
ADAM
Then, I went and married Mellie Dupree. That woman I’ve been chasing for two years is now my wife. She claims she doesn’t remember our wedding, but I was there, and I know she’s not telling the truth. Then again, neither am I.
Excerpt
The color drains from her face and she takes a step closer to this Damien asshole. My wife actually takes a step closer to another man. As if it’s his right to protect her and not mine.
“Your date, Mel?” I ask. Her eyes dart from me to Jason, as if she’s silently asking him for help. Jason answers. He steps between us and turns to me.
“Don’t start any shit, Flynn. Goodnight.” He points towards the door, but I don’t move.
“Forgive me, but I have a bit of a problem with my wife going out on a date with another man.” For the first time, I noticed Mel’s holding a single red rose, and it drops to the floor at my announcement.
“What?” Jason says, confused.
“Cutie,” the asshole says. He has the nerve to give my wife a nickname. That’s strike one. “You’re married? Your profile said single.” He raises both hands and takes a step back. Then, he looks at me again, perusing my body. He bites his bottom lip and looks me directly in the eyes. “Are you into getting cuckolded?” He takes a step closer to me, clearly liking what he sees. “Do you do more than watch? I hope so.” He lowers his voice to a husky whisper. Mel’s mouth opens in shock, and she takes a step back.
That’s strike two.
“I knew you didn’t invite me in here just to meet your brother.” He drops his voice and inches closer to Mel. The sly grin on his too thin lips make it clear what he’s thinking.
That’s it. That’s strike three.
I push off the wall and come to my full height. Damian steps back when I slowly approach him. “Damian, is it? That’s a no to your first question.” I smile when I see the fear in his eyes as I get closer to him. He steps away until his back hits the wall. Idiot. Now he has nowhere to run. I step closer, lift him off his feet by his neck and pin him to the wall.
Jason rushes over. “Let him go, Flynn.”
I ignore him. In fact, I squeeze the fucker’s neck just a little bit.
“Adam, stop!” It doesn’t help to calm my anger when I see my wife wringing her hands over this useless piece of shit.
“If you ever so much as breathe the same air as my wife again, I will rip your fucking heart out of your chest. Got that?” When he doesn’t answer, I squeeze his neck again, lower my voice and say,“I asked you a question.”
“Yes,” he croaks out.
He starts to kick at me, but I look into his eyes and arch an eyebrow. He stops immediately.
“Does that make me sound like a man who will watch as another man fucks his wife?” My voice is so low that only he can hear me. He swallows and shakes his head, unable to form a single syllable. “Good. I guess that answers your second question.” I lower my voice further. “Now, get the fuck out of here before I snap your neck.” His eyes bulge right before I let him go. He starts to cough, but before Jason can reach for him, he runs to the door. I follow and shove him out.
After I close and lock the door, I turn back to Jason and my wayward wife. She stands there, mouth and eyes wide open. I make sure to squash the rose given to her by that other man. I hear a shriek before she runs across the room. I grab her wrist before her hand connects with my face, but she pushes out of my hold and starts to pummel my chest with punches. I grab both wrists, turn her around and hold her back against my chest.
“Let her go,” Jason orders, coming closer. “Right now, Flynn.” So, I do, and as soon as she’s able, she turns and attacks me again.
“You bastard,” she yells. “You fucking bastard. I’m going to chop you up into pieces and throw your worthless body parts into the Charles.” She punches and kicks until Jason grabs her and stands between the two of us.
Jason holds a hand towards Mel, a silent gesture to ask her to shut up. She stops talking, but she’s like a cornered animal, ready to strike again at any moment.
“Why do you keep calling Mellie your wife?” His brown eyes are shrewd as he looks at me and waits for my answer. I pull the marriage certificate out of my pocket and hand it to him.
His eyes widen as he looks at it. When he’s done, he hands the piece of paper to his sister, not saying a word. He crosses his arms and waits for her to talk.
The instant she gets her hands on the marriage certificate, she rips it to pieces, walks over, and throws the pieces of paper in my face.
“I don’t know what he’s talking about. That’s a fake,” she says to Jason. “Please do what I asked you to do this morning and evict him. He’s turned into a full on stalker.” She glares at me before turning back to him. “He scares me.”
I snort so loud, it turns into a laugh.
“You attacked me twice, and you’re scared of me? Since when?”
“You think a few punches was an attack? Just wait. I’m going to slice your face when you sleep tonight, just like I should have done the other night.” She lunges for me again, but Jason wraps an arm around her waist, lifts her off her feet, and pulls her away.
“What the hell is going on in here? Jason, are you coming back to bed?” Jason’s wife, Alex, stops short when she sees me. She looks around the room, sighs, and walks towards Mel.
“Did he chase your date away again?” She shakes her head and says, “This has got to stop. She is not your property, Adam.”
“Never said that, but she is my wife. I’m sure you’d have stopped it too if Jason brought home another woman.”
Alex stands still and looks around the room. She turns to Mellie, runs a hand through her curly, dark hair. “What the hell did he just say?”
“I’m waiting to hear Mellie’s take on that,” Jason says.
“I already told you he’s lying.” My wife crosses her arms. I’m not sure if she’s defiant or deep in denial.
“I’m lying?” I ask her. “Out of the two of us, you’re saying I’m the liar?”
“As if I would ever marry you.” Mel scoffs and like a petulant child, she turns her head away from me.
“I’m disappointed in you, wife,” I say to Mel. “You’ve always been a pathological liar, but this is low even for you.”
“So, just so we’re clear, you did not marry Adam in Vegas?” Jason asks his sister.
“As if I would ever,” she scoffs. “I’m not attracted to him.”
She doesn’t disappoint. I knew she’d fight me, but the outright denial is unexpected. It hurts that someone who promised to love, honor and cherish is now denying those sacred vows.
“Well, this marriage certificate says otherwise. And that kiss we shared on New Year’s Eve? That wasn’t a kiss from someone who isn’t attracted to me.” I pull out another marriage certificate and hand it to Alex. She puts a hand to her mouth in shock as she reads it. “And you put this on my finger.” I hold up my left hand and show them the platinum wedding band. She tries to reach for that certificate too, probably to rip it, but Jason holds her back.
“Go ahead, rip it. I have more. But you can rip them all, and it won’t erase one fact. We’re married.” I pull out my phone and hand it to Jason. “Press play,” I tell him. Mel lunges for the phone, so Jason hands it to Alex. She touches the screen, and my wife’s voice fills the room.
“I, Melanie Elyse Dupree, take you, Adam Finnegan Flynn, to be my lawfully wedded husband.” Mel lets out a loud scream, and she breaks free of Jason’s hold. He tries to grab her arm, but she runs across the room, jumps on me, and goes for my neck. Jason grabs her waist, but she manages to wrap her hands around my throat and squeeze. It takes no effort for me to pull her hands off. Jason lifts her away, but she’s like a crazed animal, doing her best to get away from him and come after me again.
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Evelyn is obsessed with assertive and confident men who will stop at nothing to get their woman. Her stories are filled with love, passion and humor.
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Amira is desperate to do the horizontal tango with billionaire businessman, Zane; the only man who can get her off faster than her shower jets. Problem is, indulging in a night of head banging, pulse-thudding passion has only ever happened in her wildest fantasies. She’s afraid that if the worldly man of sin knew the truth, he would run faster than she could take down her panties.
But Amira’s sick of dreaming, and wants more from this seasoned dancer than gentlemanly gestures. She needs to strip off this sweet girl persona and show Zane that she’s all woman.
All. Night. Long.
