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The Full Circle Series, Book Two

 

Contemporary Romance

 

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PENCRAFT AWARD 1ST PLACE WINNER (2021)

INDEPENDENT AUTHOR NETWORK AWARD FINALIST (2021)

 

A secret love. A yearning for adventure. A fast-paced friends-to-lovers
story you can’t put down.

Naomi Winters compares every boyfriend to the one man who’s out of
reach. When wedding bells start ringing around her, she’s determined
to go after her own happily-ever-after and make Revan see what’s
always been right in front of his eyes. There are only a couple of minor
problems… He’s one of her best friends, and he thinks of her as
a—sister!

Adventures are part of Revan Forrester’s life. The camera is his
steady girlfriend, and there’s absolutely no room for diamond rings or
diaper duty. Until the woman he remembers as a pesky girl gives the word
adventure a new meaning. But he stoically refuses to let conflicting
feelings ruin his lifelong friendship with the woman he suddenly sees in a
different light.

While they’re having a rousing, emotional tug-of-war, someone else is
tired of watching from the sidelines and is quietly shortening the rope.
Will Naomi and Revan be able to meet in the middle?

IN DUE TIME is a story about lifelong dreams and finding the courage to
pursue them.

Other books in The Full Circle Series:

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Turn Back Time

The Full Circle Series, Book One

What will it take for Stella and David to remember their dreams, and to
believe in their future?

TURN BACK TIME is a story about forgiveness, second chances—and
believing in yourself.

Time Is Eternity

The Full Circle Series, Book Three

 

What will it take for Luca and Jo to bridge the distance and to heal
together?

TIME IS ETERNITY is a book about overcoming loss and the power of
friendship.

Time Will Tell

The Full Circle Series, Book Four

Time doesn’t heal all wounds…

TIME WILL TELL is an emotional story about overcoming the past and finding
the strength and motivation to move on.

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Excerpt

Naomi – January 2019

Dodging piles of dirty snow and puddles of icy water, Naomi muttered a few
unflattering expletives, cursing the weather, the city of Philadelphia, but
mostly the asshole she’d been on the phone with earlier.

“Telling me to chill and check with my mother,” she groused,
startling an older woman close by. “I’m a full partner in our
travel agency, and if I tell someone our business relationship is in
jeopardy, they better believe it.”

She glanced at the low-hanging clouds. Great…more snow on the way.
Even her Colorado-tested winter jacket couldn’t hold its own against
the bitter wind.

After slipping on a patch of half-frozen slush, she forced herself to pay
attention to the seasonal hazards on the uneven sidewalks. She didn’t
even notice her favorite pub-style restaurant until she almost collided with
another pedestrian and looked up.

Inside the tavern, she saw Revan sitting at the bar, his eyes glued to the
beer bottle in his hands as if it held the secret to the Holy Grail. The
woman next to him flashed her pearly whites—and a few other
goodies—at him. Too bad he’s not even looking at you,
Blondie.

For a moment she watched Blondie’s lips going a million miles an hour
while Rev continued to gaze trancelike at the
 beer bottle.

He was not only one of her oldest and best friends,
but—unfortunately—the guy she’d been crushing on since
when her mother still braided her hair and he sported unflattering braces
and a face full of acne.

Her infatuation with him was no secret, either. Everyone in their group of
friends knew it.

All except—him.

Who told her last year that he loved her like a sister! Just thinking about
it made her blood boil.

Hah! Wasn’t it her sisterly duty to say hello, especially since she
hadn’t seen him since Christmas Eve?

On impulse, she entered the tavern and marched straight toward the bar, not
paying attention to the wet spots on the floor until she lost her footing.
Arms flailing, she barely managed to grab the back of Revan’s
chair.

“Nugget, what are you doing here?” He jumped up and circled his
arm around her. His eyes traveled to her boots and he grumbled, “What
are you wearing?”

She turned her foot left and right and said, “My new ankle boots,
aren’t they cute?” Who cared about the two-inch
heels—they’d look fabulous in the spring.

Then she patted his cheek, “But enough about me. I didn’t
expect to see you out and about. Don’t you have to polish your lenses
or something? Stella said you’re flying to the Middle East
soon.”

“You and your BFF spend too much time talking about other
people’s business. But yeah, I’m leaving the day after tomorrow.
Where are you off to?” He dropped his arm but remained standing close
to her. Close enough so she could smell his aftershave, and she was tempted
to take a deep sniff.

“I’m meeting Stella at the deli. But when I walked by and
spotted you, I felt the urge to wish you a safe trip.” She smiled
angelically at him. “Please come back in one piece! I don’t want
to have to fly around the world to collect your
bones—again.”

“What does she mean?” Blondie asked while puffing out her
chest. “Nothing, Barb, it’s an old story,” Revan said over
his shoulder, then looked back at Naomi. “How was Colorado? Did that
boyfriend of yours behave?”

“Let’s just say it reminded me why I’m more a summer than
a winter person. And aren’t you the sweetest to ask about Frank?
I’ll tell him you said hi, but now I’ve got to run and let you
get back to your company,” she smiled widely at the woman. What she
got back was a squint and another chest lift.

She kissed his cheek and said quietly, “Bye, Shutterbug, be careful.
It’s a wild world out there.”

Back on the street, Naomi glanced once more through the windows. Revan had
already resumed his silent conversation with the beer bottle.

What would it take for him to notice her?

And why did it still matter? She was thirty years old, had a boyfriend who
was fun to be with, and she should be happy about it. Should…

About the Author

Annette G. Anders

Annette G. Anders is the award-winning author of the FULL CIRCLE series.
Her first two books (TURN BACK TIME and IN DUE TIME) have won multiple
awards for outstanding fiction in Contemporary Romance and Women’s
Fiction.

In her novels, Annette explores questions about relationships and lifelong
dreams, but also about deep-rooted insecurities. The stories are intriguing
and believable and quickly pull the reader in. They make the reader laugh
and cry—they are real! Her characters have flaws, which makes them
relatable.

An avid traveler, Annette loves to write about locations she visited and
takes the reader there together with her protagonists.

When Annette isn’t working, she enjoys photography, having lunch with
friends, and reading—often under the watchful eyes of Ecco, her goofy
Boxer.

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Contemporary Romance, Suspense, Motorcycle Club, Age Gap

 

Release Date: February 11, 2022

Charlotte: When I get into trouble, I go big. There was so much pain and fear, I turned my thoughts inward. To Samson. He’s my knight in shining armor. The one man I’ve ever felt a real connection to. Then he was there, killing those who hurt me and sweeping me up in his embrace of warmth and safety. But now he sees me as a victim. Not a woman. It’s up to me to prove I’m made of sterner stuff.

Samson: I had no intention of having sex with the little spitfire, but one look at Charlotte and I knew she was trouble. Our night was the kind of explosive a man can’t walk away from, but I tried. Right up until her daddy showed up telling me she was missing and the last person she was seen with was one of the prospects from Black Reign. Wrangler, the little asshole, had her squirreled away somewhere and I knew if I didn’t find her soon, I might never see her again.

Saving Charlotte from Wrangler will be a piece of cake — after this his days are numbered. Which leaves me with time. Too much time. Time Charlotte’s dad will have to convince her to leave me and come back home. So, how do I fight off another man determined to take my woman from me when that man is her daddy?

Excerpt

Samson shook his head slightly, breaking eye contact with me. “Where’s your ride?”

I shrugged. “I walk. It’s not far, and I need the exercise.”

Not a smart idea, you know. Woman alone in the city.”

It is what it is, I guess,” I said. “I just have better things to spend money on than an Uber or a taxi.”

Yeah. Don’t take an Uber.” He sighed, turning his head away from me and shaking it slightly several times. It looked like he was having some kind of argument with himself. And losing. “Fuck,” he said with another shake of his head. “Get on,” he said. “I’ll take you home.”

What’s different about riding with a guy I don’t know on a motorcycle versus riding with a guy I don’t know in an Uber? Seems like the first option is more dangerous than the second.”

“‘Cause this guy you don’t know ain’t out to hurt you. Now get the fuck on.”

Yeah. Probably should argue, but I didn’t want to. I was thrilled! Not only did I get to ride a motorcycle, but I got to do it with quite possibly the sexiest man I’d ever met.

Samson was probably in his late thirties or early forties. He was bald, but had a neatly trimmed beard and intense, silver-blue eyes. He wore a sleeveless black T-shirt that showed off heavily muscled arms I was sure would feel like heaven wrapped around me. As I got on the bike behind him, he grabbed one of my arms by the wrist and pulled it around his body. Yep. His abdomen was as rock hard as those glorious arms were.

Where’s your home?” I gave him the address, and he nodded once. “Hang on.”

We took off smoothly. Soon, we were cruising down the road the mile and a half to my tiny apartment. Once there, I hadn’t nearly had my fill of groping his hard body. Which was kinda twisted, but I was good with it.

He turned off the bike, putting the kickstand down but making no move to get off. He steadied me as I climbed off the back, careful not to touch the pipes and burn my bare leg.

Thanks for the lift,” I said, grasping at something to say to prolong my time with him. He hadn’t spoken much, but I wanted to get to know this guy. It was like the intimacy of riding behind him was more telling than an hour-long conversation. While I was sure I’d enjoy the conversation, I found I wanted the physical stimuli more. I knew I was taking an offer of help and turning it into something it wasn’t, but I was sure he felt something for me. Maybe it was my youth he liked, or maybe I was just his type. But this man was interested in me. It was only for sex, but I could see it when he looked at me.

He grunted but said nothing else.

You want to come up for a cup of coffee?” Did I even have coffee in the apartment? No clue. I might be embarrassed if he said yes.

No,” he clipped, but he didn’t start his bike. Samson didn’t strike me as the indecisive type.

A beer, then.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Are you even old enough to drink beer?”

I shrugged. “I’ll be twenty-one in a couple of months. If I happen to acquire a six-pack a little bit early, what does it matter?”

Again, he grunted.

Then something caught his eye. I wasn’t sure what it was, but his gaze hardened and followed something behind me. I turned and saw a man walking down the sidewalk in front of my building. He wasn’t paying us any attention and kept going, but Samson seemed to have taken his presence as a threat.

Fine,” he said. “I’ll walk you up.”

I’ll be fine, you know. This is a pretty safe neighborhood. The studio apartment I rent is overpriced, but I figure it’s because the area is pretty secure.”

You can’t be too careful,” he quipped. “Come on. Besides, maybe I want that beer after all.”

When he took my arm and gently urged me forward, my heart sped up. Was this really happening? God, I hoped so! I wasn’t a virgin, but I knew I’d only scratched the surface of sex and pleasure. Could this guy do it for me? I was sure as shit turned on enough for him to. But would he?

Know that look, girl,” he said gruffly as we walked up the three flights to my tiny apartment. “You’re too young for what I want.”

I raised an eyebrow. “How do you know until you try?”

Oh, I know.” He waited until I opened the door, then followed me inside muttering, “I’m so fucked.”

About the Author

Marteeka Karland

Erotic romance author by night, emergency room tech/clerk by day, Marteeka Karland works really hard to drive everyone in her life completely and totally nuts. She has been creating stories from her warped imagination since she was in the third grade. Her love of writing blossomed throughout her teenage years until it developed into the totally unorthodox and irreverent style her English teachers tried so hard to rid her of.

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Contemporary Romance, Suspense, Motorcycle Club, Age Gap

 

Release Date: February 11, 2022

Charlotte: When I get into trouble, I go big. There was so much pain and fear, I turned my thoughts inward. To Samson. He’s my knight in shining armor. The one man I’ve ever felt a real connection to. Then he was there, killing those who hurt me and sweeping me up in his embrace of warmth and safety. But now he sees me as a victim. Not a woman. It’s up to me to prove I’m made of sterner stuff.

Samson: I had no intention of having sex with the little spitfire, but one look at Charlotte and I knew she was trouble. Our night was the kind of explosive a man can’t walk away from, but I tried. Right up until her daddy showed up telling me she was missing and the last person she was seen with was one of the prospects from Black Reign. Wrangler, the little asshole, had her squirreled away somewhere and I knew if I didn’t find her soon, I might never see her again.

Saving Charlotte from Wrangler will be a piece of cake — after this his days are numbered. Which leaves me with time. Too much time. Time Charlotte’s dad will have to convince her to leave me and come back home. So, how do I fight off another man determined to take my woman from me when that man is her daddy?

About the Author

Marteeka Karland

Erotic romance author by night, emergency room tech/clerk by day, Marteeka Karland works really hard to drive everyone in her life completely and totally nuts. She has been creating stories from her warped imagination since she was in the third grade. Her love of writing blossomed throughout her teenage years until it developed into the totally unorthodox and irreverent style her English teachers tried so hard to rid her of.

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Contemporary Romance, Suspense, Motorcycle Club, Age Gap

 

 

Release Date: February 11, 2022

Charlotte: When I get into trouble, I go big. There was so much pain and fear, I turned my thoughts inward. To Samson. He’s my knight in shining armor. The one man I’ve ever felt a real connection to. Then he was there, killing those who hurt me and sweeping me up in his embrace of warmth and safety. But now he sees me as a victim. Not a woman. It’s up to me to prove I’m made of sterner stuff.

Samson: I had no intention of having sex with the little spitfire, but one look at Charlotte and I knew she was trouble. Our night was the kind of explosive a man can’t walk away from, but I tried. Right up until her daddy showed up telling me she was missing and the last person she was seen with was one of the prospects from Black Reign. Wrangler, the little asshole, had her squirreled away somewhere and I knew if I didn’t find her soon, I might never see her again.

Saving Charlotte from Wrangler will be a piece of cake — after this his days are numbered. Which leaves me with time. Too much time. Time Charlotte’s dad will have to convince her to leave me and come back home. So, how do I fight off another man determined to take my woman from me when that man is her daddy?

EXCERPT

Charlotte

I huddled naked, shivering in the cold damp of the cinderblock basement I’d been thrown into. I had no idea how long I’d been here, but I was estimating at least two weeks. My body hurt all over. The chill made it worse. Also, it had been days since they’d brought me anything to eat or drink, and my stomach was gnawing in protest. Being in a damp basement had its advantages, though. I’d found a source of dripping water to drink. It didn’t smell bad and wasn’t discolored, but, honestly, I didn’t have much choice. It was either drink the water or die. I suspected they were trying to starve me into submission. I could have told them it wouldn’t work. I might be too weak to fight them much, but I’d fight to the very end.

There was thumping above me, and I tried to catch a glimpse of the men holding me prisoner through the cracks in the floor and the one grate that looked straight up into the house. Sometimes they would taunt me through that grate. I tried to use it to my advantage. So far, I knew there were at least five different men around this house who were there frequently. There were others, but they were mostly in and out. I suspected drug deals. Any time someone came down to try to rape me, it was always one or more of the five. So far, I’d been more trouble than a fuck was worth, and they’d left me battered and bruised. I suspected their patience was getting thinner.

Yelling followed the thumping. It sounded like there was a fight going on. I couldn’t hear much of what was being said because they were too far away from the grate or in an area where there were cracks in the wood flooring.

A gun went off, booming throughout the house. I tried to hold back my whimpers, not wanting to draw attention to myself, but it was hard. Not only was I terrified, but I was shivering from the cold.

When the basement door banged open and a body tumbled down the stairs, I couldn’t help my little shriek of terror. Immediately, I moved, getting between two free-standing shelves. They didn’t have anything on them, but if I crouched down, I was pretty sure the shadows would hide me. Cobwebs blanketed my skin, making me cringe, but honestly, any spiders crawling on me weren’t as bad as the men coming down the stairs.

Strangely, there was no dialogue between the two, just grunts and the sound of a fist hitting flesh as one man was beaten violently and the other one went about the grim task in silence.

The one doing the beating was a monster of a man. Huge. Hulking. I couldn’t see much with the only light coming from the open door at the top of the stairs, but he wasn’t someone who’d been here before.

Where is she,” he rasped out. His voice was deadly in its softness… and somehow familiar. I wanted to hope. To hang on to the possibility this man had come to rescue me, not to hurt me. Because if he decided he was taking me, there was nothing I could do to stop him. And he could probably kill me by accident with his hulking size. He almost reminded me of…

Dunno, man.” The man slurred his words. “‘Spos’t ta be don’eer som’mers.”

Charlotte!” the man yelled.

Easy, Samson. If she’s down here, you’ll scare the fuck outta her!”

S-Samson?” I whispered his name, but he must have heard me, because he whipped his head around in my direction.

Toss me a fuckin’ flashlight,” he barked. I heard him catch it, then a bright beam of light shone around the basement for a few seconds before landing on me huddled in my hiding spot. I winced and held up my hand to block the light I knew would eventually hit my face.

Charlotte,” he said, his voice softer now. “I need you to come out for me. Can you do that? I’m here. No one’s gonna hurt you now.”

I inched my way back out of my hiding place, the concrete floor scraping my bare hands and knees. I moved out of the little space slowly. When I stood, I was still crouched, ready to duck away from him if needed. “Samson?” My voice was scratchy from lack of water and from screaming so much over the weeks behind me. “Is it really you?”

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Charming Teaser Tuesday

 

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Devil’s Boneyard MC #11

Contemporary Romance, Motorcycle Club, Age-Gap

 

Date Published: February 18, 2022

Publisher: Changeling Press

Dakota — Having a half-brother who’s an infamous assassin isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. At twenty-five, he’s still micromanaging my life. The moment Specter tells me about an arranged marriage to one of his associates I do what any sane woman would… I run. Never counted on meeting a biker I can’t seem to forget, nor did I plan on our two days together to have lasting consequences. When bad men find me, there’s only one person I want. Charming. I’m just not certain I’ll get a warm reception.

Charming — Dakota is different from anyone I’ve ever known, and it’s not because of who her brother is. It’s simply her. Some sixth sense keeps telling me she’s in trouble. When she calls and asks for help, I know I’ll do anything for her. The men after her have no idea she’s mine, or that she’s carrying my kid, but they will soon enough. I won’t rest until they’re six feet under.

WARNING: Charming is part of the Devil’s Boneyard MC series and can be read as a stand-alone. There’s a guaranteed happily-ever-after, no cliffhanger, and no cheating. This is an age-gap romance of more than twenty years with bad language, adult situations, and violence.

Excerpt

Stop daydreaming, Dakota,” my boss barked from farther down the bar.

I gave him a salute, grabbed the pitcher of beer and mugs, then carried them over to one of my tables. The guys were obnoxious, with way too many grabby hands. I’d already tried moving away multiple times, but it did little good. They latched onto me just the same. Glaring didn’t help either. At one inch shy of being five feet tall, I wasn’t exactly intimidating. Not even to drunk guys who looked barely twenty-one. In fact, I’d wondered if their IDs were fake, but the boss had let them order alcohol.

Not my circus, not my monkeys. If the big guy wanted to get in trouble for serving minors, that was all on him.

Can I get you anything else?” I asked.

How about your number?” one of them asked, leering at me.

Nah, we don’t need her number. Why don’t you give us a round of blowjobs?” All of them laughed. I knew the boss wouldn’t take kindly to me dumping a pitcher of beer over their heads, but it was tempting. My hand tightened on the handle as I slowly counted to ten silently, hoping to cool my temper.

Before I could even respond, a tall man with scruff along his jaw and a leather cut over his shoulders slammed the guy’s head into the table. “Apologize.”

I hadn’t even seen him! Where the hell had he come from? I glanced around and saw several people staring in our direction. The guy pinned to the table didn’t seem so tough now. I got a closer look at the man who’d come to my rescue.

My heart skipped a beat, and I wanted to check my chin for drool. Handsome men were a dime a dozen. Even big sexy ones. But something about this one checked all the boxes for me.

About the Author

Harley Wylde

Harley Wylde is the International Bestselling Author of the Dixie Reapers MC, Reckless Kings MC, Devil’s Boneyard MC, Devil’s Fury MC, and Hades Abyss MC series.

When Harley’s writing, her motto is the hotter the better — off the charts sex, commanding men, and the women who can’t deny them. If you want men who talk dirty, are sexy as hell, and take what they want, then you’ve come to the right place. She doesn’t shy away from the dangers and nastiness in the world, bringing those realities to the pages of her books, but always gives her characters a happily-ever-after and makes sure the bad guys get what they deserve.

The times Harley isn’t writing, she’s thinking up naughty things to do to her husband, drinking copious amounts of Starbucks, and reading. She loves to read and devours a book a day, sometimes more. She’s also fond of TV shows and movies from the 1980’s, as well as paranormal shows from the 1990’s to today, even though she’d much rather be reading or writing.

You can find out more about Harley or enter her monthly giveaway on her website. Be sure to join her newsletter while you’re there to learn more about discounts, signing events, and other goodies!

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