25 June 2021

Earth Shattering by L.P. Maxa

 

 


St. Leasing, Book 6

Contemporary Paranormal Romance, Shifters

Published: May 2021

Publisher: Boroughs Publishing Group



ALL MINE

It's always the quiet ones. Riley, the good guy. The dependable packmate. Everyone's best friend. Especially Jasper's, with whom Riley shares women. Not I date 'em one night, you date 'em the next. More like, we're with the same woman at the same time. It's their thing, and they enjoy the hell out of doing it.

Then the universe decided Riley needed a swift kick in the head and sent Blake as the striker.

Petite, bubbly, and indefatigable, Blake pulls him out of his college freshman funk. And, for a while, they have a blast. New best friends enjoying college life.

But all good things must end, and when Jasper makes a surprise visit, there goes the party.

Or...maybe not.

Nothing goes according to plan or shifter lore, until it does. Then Blake's Riley's and he has no intention of sharing her with anyone.


Other books in the St. Leasing series


Mouth Watering

St. Leasing, Book 1


Breath Taking

St. Leasing, Book 2


Jaw Dropping

St. Leasing, Book 3


Heart Stopping

St. Leasing, Book 4


Soul Crushing

St. Leasin, Book 5

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About the Author

L.P. lives in Austin, Texas with her husband, two daughters, two dogs, and a plant-killing cat.

Writer, business owner, and office manager, L.P. says she loves to read as much as she loves to write. Reading a good book is her reward after writing one. In her spare time—ha!—she fosters puppies for a rescue organization based in Austin.


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24 June 2021

Coffee & Crushes at the Cate Cafe by Kris Bock

 


a Furrever Friends Sweet Romance, Book 1 of 6

Sweet Contemporary Romance

Date Published: October 18, 2019

Publisher: Pig River Press



What do you do when you meet the guy of your dreams? Set him up with your sister, of course.

Kari doesn't have time for love when she's opening her new cat café. She’s busy hiring employees, fighting with the health inspector – oh, and welcoming 16 shelter cats. She's doing this for the cats, the community, and her family. The café will give her sister, Marley, a job worthy of her baking skills.

Then a tattooed military vet wanders in claiming he’s a master baker. Surely Marley will fall for a guy this sweet, this sexy, this tasty.

Colin has other ideas. It's Kari who makes him want to turn up the heat. But he's spent the last two years recovering from physical and psychological wounds. Is he really ready for a relationship? He's not even sure he should commit to Samson, the sweet Siamese cat who steals his heart.

The Furrever Friends Sweet Romance series features the workers and customers at a small-town cat café, and the adorable cats and kittens looking for their forever homes. Each book is a complete story with a happy ending for one couple. These sweet romances will leave you with the warm, cozy feeling of cuddling a purring cat.



Excerpt From Chapter 1

Kari studied the muscular, tattooed man with the shaved head. Yummy. Not her type, but still, she could see why some women liked bad boys. “You don’t look like a barista.” Whoops, had she said that out loud?

One corner of his mouth twitched. “You don’t look like a business owner.”

Fair enough. Growing her hair out had not, as she’d hoped, helped her look older than her 24 years, and no matter how tall she stood, she couldn’t reach above five feet two inches. All right, technically five feet one and a half inches.

She smiled. “I guess we’re even.”

He glanced around the empty room. Kari followed his gaze. Was he wondering if they would actually get the cat café open in a few weeks? At the moment, they had no furniture, no decor, and no cats. This man had wandered in through the doors that were propped open to let the paint fumes escape. He wasn’t the first person to take interest in the Help Wanted sign in the window, but he was one of the few men, and the oldest. She guessed his age at early thirties, though possibly hard living had added a few years.

His presence made the large room feels smaller. Kari took refuge in professionalism. After all, however she might look, she was in fact a business owner now. “Do you have a resume?”

He turned back to her and his piercing gaze almost knocked her back a step.

I’m going to be upfront with you,” he said.

She swallowed. “I’d appreciate that.”

My resume doesn’t reflect my current interests. I did four years in the Army. Then I signed on with a private security firm in the Mid East. Did that for four years before I was injured last year. Almost two years ago now, I guess.”

Kari did some math in her head, partly to distract herself from his golden-brown eyes. Assume he’d entered the military right out of high school. That made four years plus four plus two. That would make him younger than she’d thought, less than thirty. Eight years in the Middle East would also explain his tough, weathered look.

I spent the time since then focused on healing. Physical therapy, counseling.” His eyes narrowed slightly, as if ready to judge her response.

That’s good.” It would be rude to ask about his injuries, not to mention against labor laws if this was going to be a job interview. “I hope you’re …” It was probably too much to expect better from a recovery that took over a year of physical therapy and counseling. “… improved.”

He nodded, and his shoulders dropped half an inch. She hadn’t realized until then that he might be nervous about this conversation as well.

Kari smiled warmly. “So now you think making coffee sounds good? Or is it the cats that appeal to you?”

He returned her smile, and her knees went weak. He was not her type. She liked intellectual, career-focused men. She had never understood women who raved over a man in uniform. Not that he was in uniform now. She glanced down at his faded jeans and tried not to let her gaze linger on the snug black T-shirt as she looked up again. Now he looked like he should be jumping on a motorcycle without a helmet, not looking for work in a café that featured adoptable cats. Soldier or biker, he wasn’t her type – but she could see the appeal.

A clatter came from the kitchen, where her sister was organizing the supplies. On the other hand, this man might be Marley’s type. After all, Marley had gotten pregnant at eighteen from a tattooed soldier on leave. She’d hardly dated since, but if her ex hadn’t turned her off of the type permanently, she might find this one appealing. But was he a nice guy or a jerk?

Both, actually.”

It took Kari a moment to realize he was responding to her question about coffee or cats.


About the Author

Kris Bock writes novels of romance, mystery, and suspense. Her Furrever Friends Sweet Romance series features the employees and customers at a cat café. Watch as they fall in love with each other and shelter cats. Get a free 35-page story set in the world of the Furrever Friends cat café when you sign up for the Kris Bock newsletter. You’ll also get a printable copy of the recipes mentioned in the cat café novels, and in the future, cute animal photos and links, book news, and more.

Kris also writes romantic suspense set in the Southwestern U.S. If you love Mary Stewart or Barbara Michaels, try Kris Bock’s stories of treasure hunting, archaeology, and intrigue in the Southwest. Learn more at www.krisbock.com or visit Kris Bock’s Amazon US page or Amazon UK page. (For other countries click here.)


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22 June 2021

The Hellion is Tamed by Tracy Sumner

 

 


League of Lords, Book 4

Historical Romance, Regency Romance, Paranormal Regency Romance

Release Date: June 22, 2021



Time-traveling lovers navigate the sinister streets of London—while denying their enchantment and desire. If you like THE NEVERS, this series is for you!

He’s a viscount’s bastard who sees more than he wants to...

Rescued from the slums and molded into a gentleman, Simon Alexander lost the love of his life to a mystical world he’s always spurned. Still searching for the time traveler who stole his heart, he’ll stop at nothing to find her. When he does, he finds he can’t trust her—or his desire. Will he be able to tame his fear, and his hellion, once and for all?

She's a time-traveling socialite...

Transforming Emma Breslin from a poverty-stricken termagant into an aristocrat is easier than anyone imagined. Nearly overnight, she delights society as a trendsetting sensation. Torn between her obsession with the man who’s never forgiven her for leaving and her fight to safeguard the magical gem she stole from him, Emma battles to survive without the man she loves. But when her life is threatened, Simon Alexander is the only person in any time she can trust.

Come along for a passionate story where passion defies time and love conquers betrayal.

Ready for Simon's story of forbidden love, time travel, and intrigue? The Hellion is Tamed is #4 in the steamy Victorian paranormal romance series Publishers Weekly calls, “A superpowered twist on Victorian romance!"



Other Books in the League of Lords series:

The Lady is Trouble

League of Lords, Book One

He’s a viscount with a dark past who yearns for the one woman he can’t have. She’s a psychic firebrand! Rebellious, spurned by society and determined to change his mind.


The Rake is Taken

League of Lords, Book Two

A gorgeous psychic. An unwanted betrothal. A tantalizing compromise.


The Duke is Wicked

League of Lords, Book Three

Leagues and lives apart, Delaney and Sebastian navigate a world they're not destined for together. Can she let down her guard and learn to trust a WICKED Duke?

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Excerpt

Although, he’d no clue what to do with her now that he’d found her.

Shouldering through the throng hovering around the hazard and vingt et un tables like London’s impenetrable fog, Simon ignored the shouts of patrons deep in their cups, the grasping hands of mistresses men liked to have by their side while they squandered their time and, often, their birthright. He disregarded the impulse to steal, then sighed and paused to filch a half sovereign resting on the baize before a boozy baron who had his hand tucked inside his paramour’s bodice. Sliding the coin beneath his sleeve, he waved off his guards with a rigid shake of his head that said, I have this. Like he’d handled the episode last night, though this time, he wasn’t expecting a fist to his face for his trouble.

But a fist to the heart was possible.

Emmaline Breslin was, like it or not, his problem.

She had been from the moment she stepped into his life, hushed presence before a lonely boy or not.

He forced aside the pinch of emotion in his gut, ignoring the emphasis he’d unintentionally placed on the very possessive his.

Halting before the cloakroom door, Simon glanced over his shoulder at the haunt who’d followed him down the stairs. An older gent, Henry, who seemed to want nothing more than someone to occasionally talk to. “No,” he whispered, “not now. Later.” Henry blinked his watery green eyes once, gave a sharp salute, then continued down the unlit hallway and out of sight. Simon snicked open the door and stuck his head inside, immediately spotting the toes of the grubby boots Emma had traveled to 1882 in peeking from beneath a puddled mound of wool and linen.

Clever time traveler, yes; able spy, no.

As he closed the door gently behind him, the air shifted, the faintest hint of rosemary and lemon capturing the dimly-lit space, shoving aside the baser fragrances of brandy, sweat and cigar smoke that had come in from the hall with him.

Halting two paces from the coat rack, Simon dragged a rickety stool over with the heel of his boot and sprawled on it. Braced his elbow on his bent knee, took a silver cufflink he’d lifted from a baron two hours ago from his trouser pocket and began to rotate it between his fingers, gaslight from the sconce above his shoulder winking off the tarnished metal. Releasing a shallow breath he cared little if Emma heard him release, he settled in. Just him, the Dark Queen of the East End and a thousand glinting dust motes. She had no idea, Miss Breslin, but he was the patient Alexander. The brother with the fiercest temper perhaps…but also the one who could wait.

He’d gladly sit all night in this stinky little room if that’s what it took to break her.

Luckily, he didn’t have to wait long.

With a scrunch of wool and linen, her head gradually emerged from amidst the rack of coats, her muffled complaint echoing off the walls. The cufflink fell still in his hand. Her hair was a marvel, a wondrous surprise every time he got a look at it. Unbound and flowing across her shoulders. Gaslight sparked off the auburn tresses, hints of ginger like the inside of a chestnut, an unforeseen blaze in the darkness. Adding to the allure, those cobalt eyes traveling the length of him, leaving fiery eruptions in their wake.

She stepped out with an impatient huff and unladylike shake of her skirts, completely giving up her ruse. She gave a bashful tuck to her hair, placing the loose strands hanging in her face neatly behind her ears. Simon rocked back on the stool, his breath stuttering. Beneath her shabby brown cloak was a gown he’d never seen. New, created for an evening event, unfinished, the ragged hem trailing along the warped floorboards, the bustle yet to be added, the final piece of the alteration process. A plunging neckline, which he didn’t need to make his life or his cock harder at the moment. The curve of her hip highlighted as she stepped forward, her long legs enchanting beneath clinging silk.

He felt the surge. Lust, umbrage, sympathy. A crushing trifecta for any man.

Silly to feel indignation when the gown was everything current style dictated. In a glorious shade he would have pegged as plum or eggplant, so opaque it was almost black, a flash of violet in the murky light.

But it wasn’t the color, although that was a dazzling choice with her creamy skin and vibrant tresses.

It was the fit.

The rags he’d seen her in had been hiding a delicious body. He longed to strip that threadbare cloak from her shoulders and slide her gown in a deliberate exhibition to her feet. Then watch her step out of the puddle of material as she crossed to him.

Caught outside his fantasy, she smoothed her palm shyly down the bodice, her glorious lips curling in what could only be construed as delight. So, she liked the new clothing. Even if she protested, which Delaney had told him she’d done. Mightily.

They stared for a long moment before recognizing the pointlessness of such an endeavor. His shaft hardened a notch further, causing him to shift slightly to hide the reaction. Her eyes were wide, so damn blue, and amazingly easy to read. Layers of pain and sorrow, and like icing topping a cake, garnished with a glimmer of hope. His heart thumped once in his chest, his erection withering.

He’d never held someone’s happiness this close—or been truly responsible.

In a way he wasn’t sure he wanted to be responsible.

Compelling him, she stared. Right at him, right though him. He hoped like hell he’d cloaked the thoughts racing through his mind before they showed on his face. He hadn’t done well hiding what being this close to her had done to his body.

Then with a daring glance, she stepped out of the shadows and into his space. Into his life. Unapologetic, fearless Emmaline. And Simon realized with a surge of some deeply held emotion that she wasn’t meant to be tamed.

Not this girl.

She would run free until a man just as formidable was courageous enough to seize her.


About the Author

Award-winning author Tracy Sumner’s storytelling career began when she picked up a historical romance on a college beach trip, and she fondly blames LaVyrle Spencer for her obsession with the genre. She’s a recipient of the National Reader’s Choice, and her novels have been translated into Dutch, German, Portuguese and Spanish. She lived in New York, Paris and Taipei before finding her way back to the Lowcountry of South Carolina.

When not writing sizzling love stories about feisty heroines and their temperamental-but-entirely-lovable heroes, Tracy enjoys reading, snowboarding, college football (Go Tigers!), yoga, and travel. She loves to hear from romance readers!


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21 June 2021

Blood Moon by Vicki Crum

 


Eternal Moon Series, Book 3

Paranormal Romance



Kat is out of her element when she arrives in Wyoming to do a story on an adventure excursion outfit. Her wilderness skills are non-existent until the hotter-than-hell owner of Into the Wild takes her under his wing and opens up a whole new world for her—in more ways than one.

Austin isn’t looking to complicate his life, but when his volatile attraction to Kat ignites an inferno in his werewolf blood, he has no choice but to act on it. Austin falls hard for Kat and is determined to claim her for his own. But first he must eliminate the threat from an abusive ex-husband who’s stalking her every move. A sensual paranormal romance that will have you believing in true love.



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Chapter Fourteen

Kat stopped and dropped into a crouch. She couldn’t wait another minute to loosen the laces on these blasted boots. They were starting to pinch something awful after traipsing all over Wyoming and Montana for two days. And having the time of her life, she thought with a secret smile.

Why was it that every thought of Austin seemed to be accompanied by the not-so-subtle sensation of the earth shifting?

And then she heard it. A roar that sounded like…thunder? How could that be? There wasn’t a cloud in the sky.

Kat realized suddenly that Austin was shouting her name. She could barely hear him over the odd roaring sound. She looked up to see him running toward her—and a second later she saw why.

A dozen of them, maybe more. Off to her left, careening down the hill, spilling out into the parking lot. Huge. Brown. Shaggy. Beasts. Beautiful, she thought, feeling oddly detached. They were coming straight at her.

Dear God. She was going to die.

She heard shouts…a few screams. They barely registered now. She was frozen, trapped, in a deadly tableau.

All the breath left her body as she was knocked from her feet, tackled like an unsuspecting quarterback in the final seconds of the game. Her teeth snapped together as she hit the ground. And then she was tumbling across the pavement, wrapped in a pair of strong arms, curled up against a rock-hard body that she recognized on a purely instinctual level.

And knew, somehow, that she was safe.

When Kat opened her eyes, it was to a sight she’d never thought to see. Austin’s deeply bronzed complexion was pale and drawn, as white as freshly fallen snow. His eyes were big and black and haunted in a way she would never have imagined possible. She lay sprawled across his chest, his arms clamped around her like bands of steel.

Are you—my God, Kat, are you all right?” Even his voice sounded different, scratchy and tight and sort of…wobbly.

Kat nodded, or thought she did, unsure if she was fully in control of her body or if her response was only muscle reflex.

A crowd was gathering, forming a tighter and tighter circle around them. “Hey!” A man’s face appeared in her line of vision. “You two okay? That was a close one.”

As Kat recovered her breath, she tried to push up from Austin’s chest. He was having none of it. Burying his lips in her hair, he made an odd choking sound that she didn’t have time to interpret before he rolled to his side and eased them into a sitting position.

Another crowd was milling about near the small herd of bison that had come perilously close to flattening her. The huge shaggy beasts were standing still now, twenty, maybe twenty-five feet away, snorting, pawing the ground, and eying the humans with disdain.

Austin’s arm stayed firmly clamped around her waist as he glanced up at the concerned faces hovering over them. “We’re all right,” he said. “Could everyone please stand back and give us some room.” He cupped the back of Kat’s head, searching her face, then the front of her body for any visible signs of injury. “Are you hurt?”

I..I don’t think so. What about you?” She fingered a patch of torn fabric that was sticking up on his shoulder. “Your shirt’s ripped. Are you okay?”

Before he could reply, a stern voice rang out over a bullhorn. “Get away from the bison. Stand back, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls. You need to give those animals a wide berth. Sir! I’m not kidding! That bison can run thirty-five miles an hour. How fast can you run?”

Austin got to his feet, tugging Kat up with him. The ranger with the bullhorn strode over to them. “What’s going on here? You folks okay?” He was short and somewhat portly, with a full, reddish-brown beard covering most of his face.

We were caught by surprise when that bunch came barreling down off the hill over there,” Austin said.

The small herd of bison had wandered down near the far end of the parking lot, seemingly unperturbed by whatever had them in full stampede mode only moments before. There were only eight or nine of them, Kat realized now that the danger was past, though a single one of them could have stomped her into dust.

The ranger nodded and scratched his beard. “Something must have spooked them. It happens sometimes. I’m just glad no one was seriously hurt.” He turned his head and jerked the bullhorn up to his mouth. “I said stay back.” He made a shooing motion at a trio of teenaged boys who had wandered too close to the bison pack again.

Austin tightened his hold on Kat’s arm. “Let’s go.” His dark gaze swept over her again, making sure she was all right. She was achy and sore and pretty shaken up, but she was more concerned about him. He had taken the brunt of their fall and subsequent tumble, protecting her from the worst of it. She had no idea how much damage he’d sustained to his back and arms as they rolled across the pavement.

Austin had saved her life. It was a sobering thought. An amazing truth. One she didn’t take lightly. Once the reality of his heroic deed had a chance to sink in, how in the world was she going to deal with it?

My camera!” she cried. “I had the strap on my arm when I knelt down to loosen my boots. It must have gone flying when we tumbled across the pavement.”

Does this belong to you?” It was the same guy who had come up to them immediately after the incident, asking if they were all right.

Thank you so much,” she said, when he handed her the camera.

Appreciate it,” Austin said, slipping his arm around her and ushering her toward the walkway. They were almost back to the Land Rover when a pick-up truck with an official Yellowstone logo pulled up and stopped right next to them.

Well, well. What have we here?” The uniformed man inside the cab grinned at Austin through the window as he reached down and switched off the ignition. He pushed open the door and climbed out. “Everything okay?”

Even in her shaky condition Kat was struck by how much he and Austin looked alike. He was nearly as tall as Austin, with shoulders every bit as thick and wide. They had similar features, the same prominent cheekbones and ruddy complexion. Only the deep brown color of his eyes was different from the man standing next to her, keeping her clamped tightly to his side.

The ranger cuffed Austin on the back. “What’d you do, cuz? Tangle with a big ole’ brown bear up there on the trail?”

Cuz?

Austin’s only answer was a dark glower, which seemed to amuse the man even more. “Since you don’t appear to have sustained any real injuries,” the ranger said after observing him for a few more moments, “apart from a few rips in the back of your shirt, that is, aren’t you going to introduce me?”

Kat could have sworn she heard Austin growl. “Kat…this is my cousin, Dak.”

That explained a lot. “Nice to meet you,” she said. “Kat Ingersoll.” She would have offered him her hand, but Austin maintained a death grip on it.

Despite Austin’s glare, Dak brushed at some dried leaves and twigs clinging to the sleeve of her shirt. “Are you, okay?” His gaze met Austin’s again and he sobered a bit. “Seriously, you guys do look a little…scuffed up. This doesn’t have anything to do with that group of bison that wandered through here a short time ago does it? You know better than anyone, cuz, how important it is to steer clear of those critters.”

Which is why I don’t need a lecture from you. Something got into a small herd of them, and they made a mad dash down the hill. We just happened to be in the wrong place at the right time. Luckily, they petered out pretty fast once they hit the pavement, and no one was injured.”

Dak blew out a sigh. “Well, that’s good then. I’m glad no one got hurt.” His lips parted in another grin. “But hey, dude…I don’t think that shirt’s ever going to be the same.”

Kat figured Austin must have shot him a particularly nasty hand gesture behind her back because Cousin Dak was laughing pretty hard as he reached for the door handle. “You staying here in the park tonight?”

Up at the inn. Where I need to take Kat so she can get cleaned up and rest a bit. It’s been a long day.”

Dak nodded and tipped his ranger’s hat, another grin tugging at his lips. “Have a good night, you two.”

Austin muttered something blasphemous under his breath as they continued on to the Land Rover, which thankfully was close by. He unlocked the door and helped her into the passenger seat. To say that she was exhausted was an understatement of major proportions. Now that some time had passed since Austin had tackled her to the ground, she could feel her entire body starting to ache. A great deal of that could be attributed to her hours in the saddle, but still. She couldn’t imagine how Austin must be feeling after taking the brunt of their tumble across the asphalt, though she knew he would never admit it even if he was in howling pain.

After shutting her door, he walked to the back of the SUV and opened the tailgate. Kat watched him through the rearview mirror as he rifled through his bag and dug out another shirt, a navy blue tee he pulled on over his head after discarding his torn one. He slammed the tailgate shut and stood with his backside leaning against the bumper.

What was he thinking? Was he blaming himself for what happened? Taking the weight of the world on his shoulders the way he always seemed to do? He had this crazy macho-man notion that everything that went wrong was his fault. She really needed to disabuse him of that way of thinking.

Kat opened her door, biting back a groan as she climbed down out of her seat and walked to the back of the vehicle. “Austin? Are you sure you’re okay?”

His gaze snapped to hers, and she could see the tortured look in his eyes. The look he didn’t want her to see. “I’m fine, Kat. Get back in the car.”

He’d never used that acidic tone with her before, as if she was the one he was mad at. Her throat felt thick with unshed tears, yet she had the presence of mind to know that it was the stress of the last half hour, the adrenaline rush followed by the aftermath of…of jumbled feelings and emotions.

Kat got back in the car. She leaned her head against the headrest and closed her eyes, kept them closed as she heard Austin’s door open, felt the SUV dip slightly when he got in.

I’m sorry.”

I know.”

I didn’t mean to snap at you. What happened—almost happened—it wasn’t your fault.”

It wasn’t yours, either.” She opened her eyes and turned to him, pushing her face close to his. “And so help me, Austin, if you start trying to take some weird sort of blame for it, beating yourself up like you did when we got caught in the rain yesterday….”

He reached over, cupping her cheek so gently in his palm that she almost lost the battle with her tears. “What, little warrior? What are you going to do?”

I’ll—I’ll think of something, don’t you worry. Now can we please get to our room? I’m running on empty here, and you aren’t doing much better.”

Yes, ma’am.” He placed a tender kiss on her lips, then leaned forward and cranked up the engine. “A hot shower, a soft mattress, and dinner in bed…how does that sound? After the way our day ended, I think we damn well owe it to ourselves.”

Kat settled in for the drive, pulling the seatbelt down over her torso. “Sounds like heaven to me. Show me the way home.”

Austin shifted into reverse and was soon accelerating down the road with renewed enthusiasm. At the risk of putting a dent in his newly-improved mood, she treated him to what she hoped was her sassiest grin and said, “So…the hot park ranger with the dreamy brown eyes? Is he really your cousin?”


Other Books in the Eternal Moon Series:


Once in a Blue Moon

Eternal Moon Series, Book 1

Casey Montgomery’s lifelong addiction to “bad boys” has brought her nothing but heartache. Just as she swears off alpha males forever, a brief, torrid encounter with one of the hottest, Harley-riding, leather-jacketed hunks she’s ever seen leaves her reeling---and worse, jeopardizes her carefully laid plans to meet and fall in love with a nice, dependable nerd.

Jake Benedict has been around the block enough times to recognize his mate when he meets her, a gorgeous werewolf with a case of latent genes who doesn’t have a clue about her true identity. Jake is just the were to teach Casey about her ancient heritage and coax her feral side into revealing itself. While Casey can’t resist the intense physical attraction she feels for Jake, she’s determined to freeze him out emotionally.

Can Jake break through Casey’s defenses and prove to her once and for all that he’s one bad boy who’s playing for keeps?

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Moonspell

Eternal Moon Series, Book 2

Reed Montgomery’s life is perfect. With a flourishing business, a condo by the sea, and a social calendar any red-blooded bachelor would envy, he can’t imagine anything that could make him happier—until Marin Sawyer walks into his office in search of investment advice. He’s immediately smitten with the dark-haired beauty, and determined to have her at any cost.

A serious relationship isn’t on Marin’s radar right now, but a fling with a handsome man like Reed might be the perfect way to let off a little steam. The charming and oh-so-sexy human is impossible to resist, but when Marin settles down with a permanent mate it will be with a werewolf, like herself. Her father, the powerful Alpha of their pack, has decreed it should be so and Marin is nothing if not the dutiful daughter.

But things get complicated when Reed starts playing for keeps. Suddenly he’s making plans for the future, plans that include Marin—until he discovers the devastating secret she’s been hiding. Can Reed overcome what he sees as the ultimate betrayal? Will he fight to keep the gorgeous werewolf for himself—or forfeit the only woman to ever succeed in capturing his heart?

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About the Author

Vicki Crum writes contemporary and paranormal romance, creating tales full of love and laughter and discovering one’s soul mate in the most unlikely places. Her published works include Loving Luc, Once in a Blue Moon, Moonspell, and Blood Moon (Eternal Moon Series).

Vicki resides with her husband in a charming seaside community in Southern California. She has two grown daughters and two adorable grandchildren who light up her world.


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