And there’s a storm awaiting her.
Publisher: Hot Tree Publishing
Publication Date: March 25, 2017
(The Hurricane #3)
Publication date: March 21st 2017
Genres: New Adult, Romance, Sports
Marie Kelly is a survivor who doesn’t know when to quit. Against all odds, she’s living a life she never dreamed she could have. It was enough… until a stubborn boxer makes her want more.
Irish charmer Kieran Doherty has been a fighter at Driscoll’s Gym for most of his life. He’s been content to let his best friend take the spotlight, now it’s his turn to make a name for himself in the world of heavy weight champions. Falling in love is the one thing he vowed never to do, but meeting Marie changed everything.
It’s easy to imagine a happy-ever-after when the sun is shining. But when the storm comes, and all hope seems lost, they both learn that if you want something badly enough, you have to be willing to fight for it.
The ring of the alarm was interfering with a perfectly good daydream, but when I realised the noise was coming from the phone, I grabbed at it. None of my family called this early in the morning, so I worried it was an emergency.
“Hello?” I said down the phone, bracing myself for bad news.
“Tell me you were touching yourself in bed and thinking of me when I called,” Kieran replied.
“You sound like some heavy-breathing pervert,” I said, giggling.
“Irish, that’s exactly what I am.”
“Serious, what’s with the heavy breathing?”
“I’m running, but I’ve got hands free.”
“Doesn’t it mess up your rhythm to talk while you run?” I couldn’t imagine being able to run to the corner shop and back, let alone hold a conversation while I was doing it.
“Hell yes, but it’s worth it to speak to you. Between my training and your work, I’m getting some serious withdrawals. Last night just made things worse. Now I want you in my bed every night,” he admitted. I couldn’t help my little groan as I imagined that too. “Seriously, baby, you can’t be making noises like that when I’m not there. Running and talking is one thing, but even I don’t think I can run with a hard-on.”
I laughed as I imagined it, and just like that, Kieran had filled up the gloom with his light.
“Why are you running again?” I asked him. “Didn’t you run to the gym this morning?”
“Usually I don’t have to run again until lunch or the evening, but Danny’s pissed.”
“Why?” I’d met Danny a few times since I’d known Em, but I didn’t know him well. Still, I couldn’t see what Kieran could have done to wind him up already. He’d only been at the gym a couple of hours.
“Tommy shouted across the gym to ask me where I spent last night, because he called me at Ma’s and I wasn’t there. When I told him I spent it with you, Danny lost his shit. He thinks I broke the sex ban, and despite pleading my innocence, I don’t think he’s really buying it. He told me to ‘feck off outta his sight for five miles.’”
“Poor baby. Do you think it would help if I wrote you a note confirming that my virtue’s intact?” I asked him, giggling.
“Even if he didn’t tell me to feck off, it wouldn’t be entirely true. I mean, we might not have technically broken the ban, but I think about fingering you at least once every half hour,” he admitted.
“Kieran,” I whined, rubbing my thighs together, trying to ease the ache building between them.
“’Course, then I start think about touching my tongue between your legs, and how sweet you’ll taste. And that gets me thinking what it’ll feel like when I’m finally inside you, below with you above me, and behind with you bent over in front of me. Whether I’ll have my hands on your tits, or whether they’ll be in my mouth,” he said. It might have been my imagination, but his breathing seemed to get much harder.
“You’re going to give yourself that hard-on,” I warned.
“Yeah, it’s a bit late for that, Irish. Not one of my best ideas, calling you in the middle of training.”
“Serves you right for getting me all hot and horny when you aren’t here to do anything about it,” I replied, laughing.
“Man, that is a fucking beautiful sound. I’ll see you tonight, love, and I don’t worry, I don’t mind in the slightest if you touch yourself after I hang up as long as you’re thinking about me,” he said.
“Good luck training for the rest of the day with that visual in mind,” I replied, making him groan as he realised what he’d done.
“It’s gonna be a long day,” he said on a sigh.
“Only twelve more hours, Kier, and just for you, I’ll wear my favourite blue panties today to match the colour of your balls,” I replied. The line went quiet for a second, and it sounded like he’d stopped.
“Irish, I think I’ve finally met my match,” he said, breathlessly.
USA Today bestselling author R.J. Prescott was born in Cardiff, South Wales, and studied law at the University of Bristol, England. Four weeks before graduation she fell in love, and stayed. Ten years later, she convinced her crazy, wonderful firefighter husband to move back to Cardiff where they now live with their two equally crazy sons. Her debut novel The Hurricane was an international bestseller and finalist in the Goodreads Awards in the category of debut author.
Nicu (The Dark Shadows #5) by Ariel Marie
Nicu Olaru, the heir to the vampire king was not a vampire to cross. Even while seething in the dungeon of the necromancers, he plotted how he would kill Sodan, their king. But first, he had to escape his prison cell. He just had to wait for the Dark Shadows to come for him. His brothers would not forsake him. They would come for him, but somehow the first person who stumbled upon him was an innocent with large brown eyes…
Samara Shamus had never experienced such a rush of power before. One look at the menacing figure locked away in the cell and she knew that he was a force to be reckoned with. The word danger dripped from every facet of his body, but for some reason, he was the only one that she could trust. Her entire future changed the night she met her first vampire.
The Dark Shadows were fighting a war to save their race. But how could Nicu focus when he had more at stake to lose than just his race?
Warning: This book contains material for those 18 years and older.
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About Ariel Marie
Ariel Marie is an author who loves the paranormal, action and hot steamy romance. She combines all three in each and every one of her stories. For as long as she can remember, she has loved vampires, shifters and every creature you can think of. This even rolls over into her favorite movies! She love a good action packed thriller! Throw a touch of the supernatural world in it and she’s hooked!
She grew up in Cleveland, Ohio where she currently resides with her husband and three beautiful children.
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A Star to Steer Her By
Beth Anne Miller
Published by: Entangled Embrace
Publication date: March 20th 2017
Genres: New Adult, Romance
I’m scarred. Broken. I’ll never be the same.
But I will take this journey.
Ever since my last dive ended in bloodshed, I’ve been terrified to go back into the water. But the opportunity to spend a semester at sea is too good to pass up. I need to get my life back.
I never expected to love it this much. And I never expected Tristan MacDougall.
Rugged, strong, and with demons of his own, Tristan helps me find the courage I thought I had lost and heals me with every stolen moment we share. But the rules of the ship mean we can’t be together.
When a dive excursion goes terribly wrong, our only hope for survival is each other.
He held my hand as we glided slowly around the reef. The euphoria I felt at actually getting under the water faded as I squinted into the distant blue haze, on constant lookout for…anything that might be lurking out there. It was utterly silent, except for the Darth Vader-like sound of our breathing. That was one of the things I’d always loved best about scuba diving, the silence of it. For a short time, I could leave behind the noise of the world above and get lost in the alien world beneath the sea. I’d missed it so much.
My fear began to slip away. The reef was a huge mass of life and motion. Tiny yellow fish nibbled on purple sponges, vividly colored parrotfish pecked at coral with their sharp beaks, blue-and-yellow angelfish swam lazily between sea fans. None of them seemed disturbed by our presence. They just went about their business.
I’d almost forgotten Tristan was there until he tapped my arm and pointed to a big hole in the coral, where a slimy green head emerged on a sinuous neck. It was a moray eel. It stared at us, its mouth opening and closing to reveal glimpses of curved, needle-thin teeth. Novice divers tended to be afraid of them because their teeth looked wicked sharp. But I’d been around them enough to know that they opened and closed their mouths to breathe, not to be aggressive (usually), and I watched it for a moment, unafraid.
We continued exploring, my eyes remembering how to see beyond the camouflage to find the animal. A crusty “rock” sitting on the bottom was a scorpionfish. A mound of sand turned out to be a flounder. I still searched the blue waters around us, but less frequently than before. I even let go of Tristan’s hand.
Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a flash of silver. My heart started to pound. Take it easy, it’s probably a barracuda.
No, it wasn’t. Barracuda usually just hovered motionless in the water, seemingly menacing with their protruding teeth, but generally harmless to humans. This was moving quickly. And it was big. Where’d it go? I spun around.
There it was again, lurking just at the edge of my vision. Oh God, not again! Hiss-whoosh, hiss-whoosh. My breath came faster and faster.
My first book, written in elementary school, was bound in pink fabric and was about—what else?—a girl and her horse. I soon began cheating on horses with the sea, becoming an open water scuba diver at age 14. That love of the sea led me to a college semester aboard a schooner. I returned with fond memories of the exhilaration of being on a ship under full sail, less fond memories of hurling over the leeward rail on a daily basis, and a sailing bug I couldn’t quite shake.
In addition to horses and the sea, I have a fascination for all things Scottish (including, but not limited to, men in kilts), which I explored with my first novel, INTO THE SCOTTISH MIST (The Wild Rose Press, 2011), and carried into my new novel, A STAR TO STEER HER BY (Entangled Embrace, 2017). A native New Yorker, I work in the publishing industry and am always looking ahead to my next voyage, whether a short one on a dive boat or whale watch, or, with luck, a longer one on a tall ship. You can find me on the web at http://www.bethannemiller.com
Bellamy and The Brute
Published by: Clean Teen Publishing
Publication date: March 13th 2017
Genres: Fairy Tales, Retelling, Young Adult
A fresh twist on a classic story, Bellamy and the Brute proves true love really is blind.
When Bellamy McGuire is offered a summer job babysitting for the wealthy Baldwin family, she’s reluctant to accept. After all, everyone in town knows about the mysterious happenings at the mansion on the hill—including the sudden disappearance of the Baldwin’s eldest son, Tate. The former football star and golden boy of Wellhollow Springs became a hermit at the age of sixteen, and no one has seen or heard from him since. Rumors abound as to why, with whisperings about a strange illness—one that causes deformity and turned him into a real-life monster. Bellamy wants to dismiss these rumors as gossip, but when she’s told that if she takes the job, she must promise to never, ever visit the third floor of the mansion, she begins to wonder if there really is some dark truth hidden there.
Tate’s condition may not be the only secret being kept at Baldwin House. There are gaps in the family’s financial history that don’t add up, and surprising connections with unscrupulous characters. At night there are strange noises, unexplained cold drafts, and the electricity cuts out. And then there are the rose petals on the staircase. The rose petals that no one but Bellamy seems to be able to see. The rose petals that form a trail leading right up to the 3 rd floor, past the portrait of a handsome young man, and down a dark hallway where she promised she would never, ever go…
As Bellamy works to unravel the mysteries of Baldwin House and uncover the truth about Tate, she realizes that she is in way over her head… in more ways than one. Can her bravery and determination help to right the wrongs of the past and free the young man whose story has captured her heart?
Boy meets girl. Boy is a total jerk (and a bit of an animal). Girl looks deeper to see that boy isn’t what he seems. Boy resists at first, but girl is too kind and inwardly beautiful … boy falls in love with girl. Girl realizes she loves boy even though he’s a beast.
The tale is a classic one, and the concept of a beauty falling in love with a beast, despite his falls, one that we can all identify with. There’s a reason that the tale of Beauty and the Beast continues to be retold through the ages. Something about it makes us believe in true love … because if Belle can learn to love the Beast, then it truly must be real … as well as undiscriminating.
In honor of the release of Bellamy and the Brute, as well as the movie remake of Beauty and the Beast, here are 10 things I love about one of my favorite movies of all time.
Ever since she first read books like Chronicles of Narnia or Goosebumps, Alicia has been a lover of mind-bending fiction. Wherever imagination takes her, she is more than happy to call that place her home. With several Fantasy and Science Fiction titles under her belt, Alicia strives to write multicultural characters and stories that touch the heart. V-Card, the first book of the Sharing Spaces series, was her first Contemporary Romance.
The mother of three and wife to a soldier, she loves chocolate, coffee, and of course good books. When not writing, you can usually find her with her nose in a book, shopping for shoes and fabulous jewelry, or spending time with her loving family.
Title: Fanning The Flames
Series: Going Down In Flames
Series Number: #4
Author: Chris Cannon
Genre: Young Adult Paranormal
Publisher: Entangled Teen
Publication Date: March 6, 2017
Please note that I received a complimentary copy of this work and chose to write a review.
Bryn McKenna has it all. Even though she’s a hybrid dragon, she’s finally fitting in the new shape-shifting dragon world that’s become her own. But her grandparent’s want to ruin everything by making Bryn’s nightmare of an arranged marriage to Jaxon Westgate a reality. It doesn’t help that Jaxon’s father is on a witch hunt for Rebel sympathizers and Bryn finds herself in his line of fire.
If she doesn’t say “I do,” she’ll lose everything. Good-bye flying. Good-bye best friends. Good-bye magic. But if she bends to her grandparents’ will and agrees to marry Jaxon she’ll lose the love of her life—her knight.
Warning!!! Make sure to clear your day and have tissues at the ready for this one won’t let you go even after you’ve finished the last page. I could not put this down, so much happens in what seems like a very short amount of time. I’m still trying to get over my book hangover. I think I like torturing myself, or maybe it’s the author, I’m not sure. Part of me wishes that I’d wait for a few more books to come out before continuing but I just can’t do it. This is such an awesome series!! I can’t believe some of what happened in this installment. There’s good news, bad news, happy news and sad news that I’m just having trouble getting over some of it. I haven’t picked up a book since I finished it yesterday. The thing with Valmont, and the other thing with Jaxon, then the family. I’m still just floored by what happened and I feel lost. Which means I really need the next book soon but I know that won’t be possible any time soon (sobs uncontrollably, not really but yea).
—“I can either pace, or I can rip someone’s head off. Which would you prefer?” “Can we choose whose head you rip off?” Valmont asked. “Because that might affect our preference.”
—He retrieved the manual and rolled it up like he planned to swat a fly. Ferrin was a pest. She doubted whacking him with a rolled-up manual would do any good, but it might be fun to watch.
Award winning author Chris Cannon lives in Southern Illinois with her husband and her three dogs, Pete the shitzu who sleeps on her desk while she writes, Molly the ever-shedding yellow lab, and Tyson the sandwich-stealing German Shepherd Beagle. She believes coffee is the Elixir of Life. Most evenings after work, you can find her sucking down caffeine and writing fire-breathing paranormal adventures or romantic comedies.