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Releasing: January 11, 2022
I’m a prisoner in a prestigious world.
A perfect princess locked in a tower.
My father will never let me go.
Not that I could leave. I would never abandon my little sister. Hope comes in the form of a devilishly handsome man with dark eyes and darker secrets.
With each encounter, I’m lured deeper into the labyrinth. The danger lurking beneath his surface calls to me, even as it warns me away.
Except there’s a new side of him every time we meet. A different danger each time we touch. It’s as if three different men want to devour me.
He’s not just one villain. He’s three.
K Webster is a USA Today Bestselling author. Her titles have claimed many bestseller tags in numerous categories, are translated in multiple languages, and have been adapted into audiobooks. She lives in “”Tornado Alley”” with her husband, two children, and her baby dog named Blue. When she’s not writing, she’s reading, drinking copious amounts of coffee, and researching aliens.
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Behind the Wheel, an all-new angst-filled standalone romance from USA Today bestselling author Renee Harless is available now!
From burning up the pavement to burning up the sheets, Noah Langley knows the kind of reputation he has. When a freak accident leaves him seeking anonymity, he finds himself licking his wounds and pride in Carson, North Carolina. Unfortunately, his case of bad luck has just begun.
Working as a mechanic is in Tate Mitchell’s blood, even though her dream has her spending her free time pushing her limits around the track. A rush job for a tourist has her coming face to face with her teenage crush and the man that ruined her life, Noah Langley.
But, it’s not until their lives are threatened that Noah and Tate have to face the reality that falling in love may be just the start of the race.
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About Renee
Renee Harless is a romance writer with an affinity for wine and a passion for telling a good story.
Renee Harless, her husband, and children live in Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia. She studied Communication, specifically Public Relations, at Radford University.
Growing up, Renee always found a way to pursue her creativity. It began by watching endless runs of White Christmas- yes even in the summer – and learning every word and dance from the movie. She could still sing “Sister Sister” if requested. In high school she joined the show choir and a community theatre group, The Troubadours. After marrying the man of her dreams and moving from her hometown she sought out a different artistic outlet – writing.
To say that Renee is a romance addict would be an understatement. When she isn’t chasing her toddler or preschooler around the house, working her day job, or writing, she jumps head first into a romance novel.
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Keeping You, an all-new laugh-out loud small-town romance from Lena Hendrix is available now!
When I moved to my sister’s small town, I was looking for a fresh start—no more shallow relationships, no snotty fake friends, and definitely no charming, dirty-talking musicians.
We had a fun, red-hot night together and we agreed that hooking up was a mistake, a one-time thing. But when my dream bakery location happens to be right next door to his bar, every day I’m forced to see that chiseled jawline and remember the feel of his incredible body on mine.
No. I’m starting over. I have rules. No more bad habits, definitely no falling in love. No matter how hard he tries, hooking up with him again would prove I’m the flake everyone expects me to be.
But here I am, stuck between wanting to make something of my life and wanting to grab him and make another delicious mistake.
Excerpt
Honey
Two weeks after I gave the one finger salute to my former boss, I pulled my vintage matte black Chevelle onto Main Street of Chikalu Falls, Montana. The ninety-minute drive left behind the flats and wound through beautiful mountain highways.
Chikalu Falls was nestled at the base of the mountains and from the church on the corner, to the grocer on the right, it always felt slower and a little like stepping back in time. Childhood memories of the summers Jo and I spent with Grandma Nana and Pop flooded back to me.
A bubble of excited energy squirmed in my chest. Nearly every person I passed raised their hand in greeting, and whether they knew me or not, I waved back enthusiastically. I peered over the steering wheel as I entered town to watch someone rolling white paint high on the town’s water tower.
Are they painting over a drawing of a dick?
I shook my head and laughed about this quirky town—Jo always had great stories about it. I passed the town bar and dance hall, The Dirty Pigeon, and fractionally slowed my car. Willing myself to look straight ahead, I still managed to sneak a side-eyed peek at the front door.
My palms felt sweaty against the steering wheel. It wasn’t all that long ago I spent the most incredible, panty-melting night of my life with the bar’s owner, Colin. My chest warmed just thinking about it and a tingle settled between my legs.
Get it together. You both knew it was just one, hot night.
Squashing the thought, I pressed the gas harder and cruised forward, leaving behind all thoughts of Colin’s thickly roped arms pulling me close and the scrape of his stubble against the sensitive skin of my neck.
Four turns later, I pulled into the hidden driveway of Joanna’s farm property. The long and winding gravel path opened up to a stunning piece of land.
Off the road, the Big House was a gorgeous white home with black shutters and a huge wraparound porch. A small river cut through the landscape and near it were several little cottages. I wasn’t sure where Jo wanted me to stay, so I parked near the house and found her sitting on the veranda, waiting for me.
“There’s my girl!” I called up to Jo. The excitement expanded in my chest at seeing my sister after so long. I felt overwhelmed with gratitude and a sense of relief.
She pulled me into a tight hug, “I’ve missed you!” Jo and I used to share an apartment, but with her now living in Chikalu Falls, it felt like an eternity since we’d been together.
“Mmmm,” she replied, squeezing me a little harder. “I just still can’t believe you’re really here.”
“It didn’t take too long to sublease my apartment and I need a change of scenery.”
“Well,” she moved away from me to sweep a wide arm around the impressive, rural land, “this is definitely a change!”
We both laughed and held each other tightly.
It was fantastic to see Jo’s face so full of life and happiness. I shooed away the brief pang of jealousy. She deserved this life and it suited her.
“You’re welcome to stay for however long you need. Mr. Bailey is in Cottage Four, but all the others are open. I think the best view is from Cottage Two.”
“Cottage Two it is! Help me unpack?”
Jo looked past me to see my car practically bursting at the seams with bags and luggage. She didn’t know it, but the trunk was full, too.
“How is it possible you have so much shit?”
“Well,” I answered, “a girl’s gotta look her best.” I winked at her and lifted a shoulder.
“Honestly, Honey. If you’re going to survive here, you at least need one pair of good work boots.” She eyed my ankle booties and their sharp heels warily, but then we got to unpacking.
It only took a few—ok, fine, several—trips for Joanna and me to lug my clothes into the cottage, but we managed to get it all in. After she helped me put some things away and stack the suitcases in the closet, we stood together in the dimly lit kitchen. Jo wrapped her arm around my shoulders and squeezed as we both looked out the large picture window overlooking the riverbank.
“You did what so many people are afraid to,” she whispered in my ear. “You started over.”
My eyes misted and a small, scratchy lump formed in the back of my throat. I pressed my tongue to the roof of my mouth and willed the tears away.
I cleared my throat and took a deep breath. “Thanks, Jo.”
I hoped with every fiber of my being that I could get it right this time.
* * *
After getting cleaned up, Joanna and I decided to meet her fiancé, Lincoln, at The Pidge. A flutter danced in my stomach at the possibility of running into Colin. He was Lincoln’s best friend and hot as fuck. I glanced around to see if I would spot him. Bumping into someone I’d slept with had never been a big deal before, but Colin just did something to my insides.
Since he was Lincoln’s best friend, Colin and I had been thrown together to help with Jo’s fundraiser. At the time, she hosted a fishing event for veterans and he insisted that the bar cater for it. The food was spectacular, and his generosity did not go unnoticed. Neither did his thick arms, hazel eyes, or that tight ass.
I needed to think about something—anything—else.
“Can you believe this place?” Jo was perched on a stool across the high-top table.
“It is pretty incredible,” I admitted. The walls were covered with old photographs of life in Chikalu Falls mixed with posters for local bands. It had a real honky tonk vibe but with an upscale flair to it. The name might suggest it was a dive, but the parts of my brain trained in marketing knew it was intentional. My eyes swooped across the stage and dance floor, still secretly hoping to catch a glimpse of Colin.
No. Remember the rules? No men. Especially men who make you tingle straight down to your toes.
“Well aren’t you two a sight for sore eyes,” Lincoln’s deep, rumbling voice had us looking behind us. He wrapped both arms around Jo and left a trail of kisses up her neck. She giggled and tried to move away, but it was obvious she loved the attention of her man.
“Hey, Linc,” I said between sips of my vodka gimlet.
“I heard you stepped away from your old job. Planning to stay a while?”
“More like lit my old life on fire and danced on the ashes. But yeah. You’re stuck with me now.”
We all laughed but a heaviness lingered around my shoulders. I took another sip of my drink and added, “I still need to figure out what the fuck I’m going to do about a job. But that,” I finished my drink in a burning gulp, “is a worry for another night. Who needs another?”
Jo lifted her glass and Lincoln unwound himself from her. “I got this, ladies. You just sit back and enjoy.”
Joanna’s gaze wandered over her fiancé’s muscled back as he walked up to the bar.
“You going to eye fuck him all night, or what?” I teased. A blush immediately rose to her cheeks.
“Cut it out.” She slapped her napkin against my arm, but not before I caught her sneaking another peek and drooling over him again.
When I followed her gaze to the bar, my heart sputtered and my mouth went dry. Colin McCoy was behind the old wooden bar, filling glasses from the tap with beer in beautiful shades from dark amber to gold.
“You know,” Jo added hopefully, “now that you’re in town again, maybe you and Colin could pick up where you left off.”
I tried to sound as indifferent as I could manage despite the warmth feathering across my chest. “Nah. I think it was just a one-time thing.” Over my drink, I took a peek at him again.
Fuck. That man is a walking orgasm.
“We agreed it would be better to be friends—especially with you and Lincoln now back together. Your friend group doesn’t need us tangled together and complicating matters. Plus, we were separated by ninety miles.” I shrugged my shoulders and flicked my eyes to the dance floor and hoped to look confidently unaffected by his presence.
“Well not anymore. He’s right here.” Jo bumped my shoulder and winked. Since getting together with Lincoln she’d become a hopeless romantic.
I can’t even handle being around him—he’s too tempting and my life is a literal train wreck right now.
As if my thoughts wound through the crowded bar and tapped him on the shoulder, his eyes flicked up and locked onto mine. The familiar thrum of desire bloomed in my chest, sinking lower into my belly.
It really was a fucking shame that I had sworn off meaningless sex—all sex for that matter—before getting to see Colin McCoy naked again.
Damn, the things I would do to you.
Colin’s eyes didn’t leave mine, but a smile quirked his lip up and that lopsided grin was nearly my undoing.
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Lena Hendrix is the author of steamy, contemporary romance novels. Her love of romance started with her grandmother’s Harlequin paperbacks and now Lena’s stories are full of heart, humor, and plenty of strong Alphas with marshmallow insides-she likes her coffee hot and her heroes hotter!
Lena lives in the midwest with her husband, three children, and two derpy Australian Cattle Dogs. When she’s not writing or devouring new novels, you can find her hiking, camping, fishing, and sipping a spicy margarita!
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Authors: Peyton Banks, M’Renee Allen, Sydney Aaliyah Michelle, Karine Saint Jacques, Yolanda Olson, and Reana Malori
Genre: BWWM Romance Limited Collection
Release Date: September 14, 2021
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Fighting Temptation: A BWWM Romance Limited Edition Collection
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Iris wants to be a journalist, but can she ever make it big when she has no money for college?
Rock star Thomas splits his time between the recording studio and baking cookies.
When she fell, literally, in his arms, sparks start to fly, and the lustful attraction is immediate.
Which wouldn’t be a problem if Thomas wouldn’t be a celebrity and Iris a paparazzo. And if Iris would tell him the truth before he discovers it. And if Thomas would stop showing up at her house being the perfect mix of cute and sexy!
It’s going to be HARD to stay away from him…
At the age of eight, Erika asked Santa for a typewriter. That was when her parents, quite surprised, realized that she was not like all the other children. However, when she received her first heavy, professional and brand new “Olivetti Letter 35” that Christmas, it was love at first sight. She immediately started writing the words that soon became her first short story. Over time she bought a much more efficient computer, but that typewriter will always have a special place in her heart: it was her first love.
Erika was born on December 6, 1979 in Valdobbiadene in the province of Treviso, a small village at the foot of the Prealps. Both her parents were born and raised in the same town where they still live today. Erika moved to Padua at 18 to attended university, and after graduation, she did not return to Valdobbiadene but followed her heart and traveled worldwide, living in Los Angeles, Vancouver, and London and visiting North America and Europe.
It was at Nicolò Bocassino primary school where she met the teacher who made her fall in love with books, writing, and studies in general, encouraging her creativity and eventually starting her on the path toward being a writer.
The Sisters of Fire, a hot new firefighter series, follows the path of six women who trained together and remained friends ten years later.
When Battalion Chief Lynn Lucas’ marriage turns cold and she can no longer tolerate the inactivity of a small township firehouse, she decides to change her life. But when she meets Brady Jamison, a younger man with a secret, will she lose sight of her goals once again?
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Prologue
Brady Jamison sat on the stairs watching a little fairy princess dance around the foyer, until a knock sounded on the glass of the storm door. “Look, Daddy. Somebody’s here.”
He moved up behind her as she pushed the handle. The scent of cut pumpkins with candles floated over to them.
“Trick-or-treat.”
Emma squealed with delight as she doled out Hershey bars, tootsie rolls and Three Musketeer bars.
They repeated the process ten times, then Brady said, “We’re done, honey.”
Another child had just climbed the steps. “One more.”
“All right.” Again, he pushed the door open.
“Daddy, she’s dressed like me!” Emma’s eyes widened. “So’s her Mama. And they got braids, too.”
Brady bit his lip when he took in the two of them. “What a sight.”
The adult fairy warned, “Don’t you dare laugh.”
“At two more beautiful fairies? Why would I?”
The little one turned to the woman. “Mommy, I gotta pee.”
Her mom’s eyes widened in makeup that was pretty cool.
“We have toilets,” he said kindly. “She can use one.”
“I’ll have to come with her.”
“Of course. I wouldn’t expect otherwise.”
They entered the house and Emma practically jumped up and down. She led all three of them to the downstairs bathroom, and the girl went inside, while the mother waited in the kitchen hallway. “She’s nine. She’s growing up fast.”
“Mine is eight going on eighty.”
“I am not, Daddy.” She turned to the woman. “I’m Emma. My daddy’s Brady. Who are you?”
“My name is Lynne. My daughter’s Melody.”
“Do you live near us?”
“No, we’re new to town and were driving around to find a street with lots of trick-or-treaters out.”
“Can you stay?”
Melody opened the door in time to hear Emma’s request. “You said we were going home after this house, Mom. Can we?”
“I—”
“P-l-e-a-s-e!” This from both girls.
She glanced at Brady. He was still entranced by her made up face. She used greens and blues to accent her own big green eyes. “Fine by me. You were going to be our last, too.” He ruffled his daughter’s wings. “How about cider?”
“I want the candy I got today at Trunk or Treat, Daddy.”
Melody asked, “What’s that?”
“Trunk or Treat is a common practice at Halloween in Crystal City,” Brady explained. “Parents and friends we know put candy in the trunks of their cars and drive to a parking lot. The kids go around trick or treating in a safe way.” He addressed Emma. “All right honey. Two pieces.”
“Two for you, too, sweetie,” Lynne told her daughter.
In childhood innocence, Emma grabbed the unfamiliar girl by the hand and led her toward the living room. Melody said, “I love your braids.” He’d learned to do them and was proud of himself.
“Thanks. I like yours.”
The adults dropped down at the table that overlooked the room. Brady and his wife Jenny had renovated the whole back the house into this open layout.
Lynne asked, “What are the chances of matching outfits?”
“Three of them? Slim to none.”
She moved uneasily. “These wings are not for sitting in chairs.”
“If you’re finished, take them off.”
“I, um, can’t do it alone. I’m planning to stop back at a friend’s house to get them off. She put them on me, too.”
“I can help. If you don’t mind.”
“I don’t mind.” She stood. “You’ll need more light.”
They walked over into the kitchen proper. Under an overhead lamp, she turned around and stared at the fridge as he undid the ties. When he leaned in to release a particular clip, her scent of flowers and lemon filled his head.
Clearing his throat, he finished up. “There you go.”
“Thanks.” She took the wings. “May I ask about your fridge flyer?”
“Sure. Which one?”
She pointed.
“Ah, Flying Solo.”
“What is it?”
“A group for parents raising kids alone. The people are friendly and fun. I’m an administrator this year. We hold support groups and social activities.”
“You’re solo?” she asked. Not brazenly. Just with interest.
“My wife Jenny died three years ago.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“You?”
“A divorce. It’ll be over soon.”
“That must be hard.”
Her eyes turned bleak. “More than I could have possibly imagined.”
He grabbed the flyer off the fridge and handed it to her. “Here you go, Fairy Princess. Maybe I’ll see you again.”
“Maybe.” She did a cute little curtsey. “Thanks.”
Chapter 1
Captain Harry Zander, rumored to be the nicest guy in the department, and Lynne’s new captain, calmly gave out orders as Engine 4 sped to the fire scene on her first day shift in the CCFD. “Follow me to Incident Command, and you’ll get your assignments there. Lucas, no offense, you’ll stick with me. It’s your first call with us.”
She almost snorted in the backseat with three other firefighters. She’d been a firefighter for eleven years in a smaller department in the village of Dannerville and rose to battalion chief, a rank higher than his.
Zander grumbled, “I can hear you almost snort. Gimme this one.”
“Yes, sir.”
White smoke billowed out of the windows on the burning house, and from where they parked, Lynne saw the fire was really rolling. An aerial truck and another engine were stationed on west side of the structure. They dismounted the rig and the putrid scent of something besides charred wood filled the air. At least it was above forty degrees today, though a bit windy.
They crossed to Battalion Chief Tom Frasier. “Hey, Harry.
Lay a line from the East. Get water on the brick. Then we’ll need ladders thrown for search and rescue. Somebody’s inside.”
Lynne’s coworkers, Dynai Blackfeather and Cameron Loder rushed to the rig, got out the two-and half-inch line and hauled it over their shoulders to the closest part of the dwelling. Billy Braxton, the driver, remained at the water controls on the rig.
In under two minutes, her group was dousing the fire.
The smoke turned even blacker. Zander frowned. “Lucas get the 4-incher and hook it up the plug.” Which was twenty feet away.
Braxton had already pulled the hose out when she got to the rig, and Lynne humped the line over to the hydrant and unscrewed the cap with a hydrant wrench. She knew to open the valve slowly and fully, as a partial release could cause series damages to the plug and the firefighter. “It’s wet.” Which meant there was already water in the barrel. She strode to Zander with the hose. He got behind her.
Lynne levered then nozzle back and the large hose bucked, pushing her into Zander with its force. He groaned. “Lightweight.”
She sprayed the bottom floor and as soon as the flames were out, she did the same on the top. The brick peeled back and they could see the plastic insulation, which must have caused the smell.
The cap shook his head. “A disaster waiting to…”
Pop, pop, pop, pop! Holy hell. From living out in the county, Lynne recognized the sound. “Somebody’s shooting at us?”
“Not necessarily.” Though there had been crazies who opened fire at firefighters. Zander radioed Incident Command. “What is it, Tom?”
“Ammunition in the basement. Let the it run its course and get back as far as you can. Hold onto the hoses in case of reignition from the bullets.”
Lynne stepped two feet further back and listened to the ammo cooking. There had to be hundreds of rounds down there.
Over the radio, they heard, “Mayday, mayday, firefighter shot in the leg.”
“Fuck.” Frasier again over the radio.
The injured man wasn’t in their line of vision. But she could see the aerial raise from the truck and, faster than she thought possible, firefighters climbed up to the top. A stream of water erupted onto the roof.
Sirens sounded close by. Lynne looked over her shoulder. Another engine screeched to a halt in the front of the house, with an ambulance right behind.
Still, they waited. The inactivity chilled her so she jumped up and down a few times.
Finally, they heard, “All clear.”
Zander jogged up to the front of the house and took the steps to the entrance. He ducked inside, but he came out immediately. “The stairs are gone.” He radioed the message.
“Vent from your side then. Another truck is on the way, but got delayed by a detour. Nobody guessed this small fire would turn so bad.” He swore. “Get the Hurst tool from the truck that’s already here. Their crew is busy assisting the engine. You and your probie make the cuts when I give you the go ahead.”
“Go get the saw, Lucas. I’ll get the ladder.” He’d already brought along a halligan and pike.
A probie met her halfway and handed her the tool. She jogged back and saw Zander had already raised a ladder. “You wanna do it?”
“Yeah.”
“Go ahead.”
She started the saw on the ground, a must for venting because if the tool didn’t work on the roof, they weren’t going to open in time. It roared to life. Switching it off, she handed the cutter to Zander and took the halligan and pike from the ground, then climbed the ladder which went up to the peak of the roof. She staged the pike on the ladder, which would be used to lever the roof later. Up here, the wind was worse and she felt its force.
Before she stepped on the roof, she tapped the shingles with the halligan in case it was spongy. It wasn’t, so she hammered the halligan ax into the roof between the lower rungs of the ladder. She stepped up and braced herself with one foot on the ax. She took the saw from Zander who’d followed her up.
He said into his radio, “On the roof, chief.”
“Vent now.”
With the wind at her back, Lynne turned on the saw, then stepped off the ladder. She made the first cut away from her, did a quick second cut on an angle then a third downward cut. Next, she made another cut toward her on the bottom.
She stepped back onto her the ladder because cut five would be the final one to the complete the square. The saw snarled its way through from the first cut down to the fourth. Quickly, Lynne grabbed the pike and hooked it on the far end of the sliced square. It louvered up on a beam and shielded her when the fire burst out in angry flames. The angled piece of roof also funneled the heat and smoke away from her.
Zander said into the radio, “Ventilation complete.”
They descended the ladder and once on the ground, Zander pushed up his facemask. Lynne the same. The cold stung her in the face. “Good work, Lucas.” His smile was big and genuine. He reached over and squeezed her shoulder.
“Thanks, sir.” She knew she’d done everything perfectly. She should. She’d taught this maneuver to recruits.
Together they gathered the tools and walked over to Incident Command.
“Fuck it,” BC Frasier said when they reached him.
Zander asked him what was wrong.
“A rookie didn’t have his air pack on and it took time to strap him in. And the damn ammo endangered us all, then hit one of my favorite lieutenants in the leg. To top it off, the aerial got stuck. Luckily on its way down. But totally avoidable.”
Zander checked his watch. “We made decent time.”
“Yeah, I know. But I hate mistakes.”
He clapped Frasier on the arm. “Try to look on the bright side, Tom. We did okay.”
“Harrumph.”
When the crew piled in into the rig, which was gratefully warm, Braxton and Blackfeather were chatter-bugs. He said, “I wonder how much ammo and guns the guy lost. I heard he was cryin’ about it on the front lawn.”
Blackfeather’s expression darkened. “I saw Davidson get shot. Scared me shitless.”
“What’d you do?”
“I’d stepped back as soon as the popcorn sounds started. But I dragged him out of the way of more bullets.”
Lynne watched the dynamics. She noticed Zander didn’t chat. Like she never had. Too many things to remember for the debriefing.
When they got back to the house, Lynne bounded off the rig and stopped to take in a breath of early November air. The call had been exhilarating. This was exact reason she’d upended her life and come to Crystal Corners.
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A NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY bestselling author, Kathryn Shay has been a lifelong writer and teacher. She has written dozens of self-published original romance titles, print books with the Berkley Publishing Group and Harlequin Enterprises and mainstream women’s fiction with Bold Strokes Books. She has won many awards for her work: five RT Book Reviews awards, the Bookseller’s Best Award, Foreword Magazine’s Book of the Year and several “Starred Reviews.” One of her firefighter books hit #20 on the NEW YORK TIMES list. Her novels have been serialized in COSMOPOLITAN magazine and featured in USA TODAY, THE WALL STREET JOURNAL and PEOPLE magazine. There are over ten million copies of her books in print and downloaded online. Reviewers have called her work “emotional and heart-wrenching.”
Truth or Dare, the final book in the epic and steamy Dare to Try Trilogy from USA Today bestselling authors Ella Frank and Brooke Blaine is coming September 27th and we have the incredible cover!
Truth or Dare is the final book in the Dare to Try trilogy and should only be read after Dare You and Dare Me.
Lieutenant Kieran Bailey never saw his life anywhere but the bustling streets of Chicago—but then again, he never saw his life with a boyfriend, either. That all changed when he fell in love with bombshell CEO Sebastian “Bash” Vogel.
But it’s one thing to fall in love. It’s another to try to build a life together when you live hundreds of miles apart.
How do you choose between everything you’ve ever known and everything you’ve ever dreamed of?
This series must be read in the following order:
Dare You (book one)
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About Ella Frank
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When you’re married to the love of your life for 30 years and lose them tragically, the part of your heart capable of love dies with them. Or so I thought. Somehow this tiny little imp of a woman has wormed her way into the hole left behind by my wife’s death. She is way to young, is being hunted with a price on her head and I’m about to be a grandfather. Am I too old to overcome the obstacles this new romance is taking us on or will it all be worth the risk to make her mine?
D Williams is a retired 41 year old Puerto Rican wife and mother of 3 plus 1 bonus daughter. Originally from NYC, she now lives a quiet life in the south suburbs of Chicago. She enjoys reading and writing romance and erotic fiction.
Dina is off limits. She’s my brother Wall’s little sister. She’s wired differently, and despite the malice aforethought, she’s innocent.
She wants me to help her bury a body.
I want to unravel her beautiful brain.
I want to let her explore me—and watch the light in her eyes when she discovers what she needs and how badly she needs it.
I want her.
I’m the Steel Bones Motorcycle Club president and CEO of Steel Bones Construction. Around here, I’m the last word and the first in the line of fire.
I’m Heavy Ruth.
I don’t get to have what I want.
Dina
He’s ruthless, and he knows how to dispose of a body. That’s all I’m looking for in a man.
I’m not catching feelings. I don’t do emotion. My frequency is sensation.
So what if he’s too much in the most mind-blowing way? So what if I’m curious about him—and I’m not curious about anyone.
This is just a conspiracy to commit murder.
Not love.
I might have said “I do,” but those are only words.
Right?
Heavy, the seventh book in the Steel Bones Motorcycle Club series, features Dina Wall, a crossover character from Hitting the Wall. The novel can be read as a standalone, but for maximum enjoyment, consider reading Hitting the Wall and the other books in the Steel Bones series first. Intended only for adult readers.
Cate C. Wells is the author of the Steel Bones Motorcycle Club series. She writes gritty, real, emotionally satisfying romance. She’s into messy love, flaws, long roads to redemption, grace, and happy ever after, in books and in life. Along with stories, she’s collected a husband and three children along the way. She lives in Baltimore when she’s not exploring America with the family. #allfiftystates
She may hate to admit that she wants him, but he could be the one man she truly needs. Hawai‘i may have lush green mountains and gorgeous beaches but I’m here for one thing and one thing only: my job. I plan on spending my time on O‘ahu becoming the best Navy Surface Warfare Officer I can be. Not the best female officer, the best officer, full stop, thank you very much. Nothing is going to pull my focus, least of all the 6’5” wall of native Hawaiian muscle next door. Every look from his chocolatey eyes may set my body on fire but he also pisses me off more than anyone I’ve ever met. I’m a driven, successful woman and I don’t have time for the likes of Ka‘eo Maheloha with his flirty smile and carefree vibe. I don’t like to fail and I sure as hell don’t like to be vulnerable. Shouldn’t the universe understand that someone so laid back and charming isn’t a good match for me and stop pushing us together? Because love isn’t something I want to get wrong, again. But if Ka‘eo and I together are wrong, then why does every moment we’re close feel so very right? All I know is I’m not sure how to be who I’m supposed to be and protect my heart at the same time.
Drea lives on the beautiful island of O’ahu, Hawai’i with her Sailor and their 5 kids. She drinks a lot of coffee, reads a lot of books, has a lot of tattoos, and likes to put people she dreamed up through the emotional wringer before giving them their Happily Ever After.
