Series: The Rakes of St. James Book 1 Genre: Historical Romance Publisher: St. Martin’s Press Publication Date: March 7, 2018
Could finding love be his greatest scandal of all?
The Duke of Griffin has never lived down his reputation as one of the Rakes of St. James. Now rumors are swirling around London that his twin sisters may bear the brunt of his past follies. Hiring a competent chaperone is the only thing Griffin has on his mind–until he meets the lovely and intriguing Miss Esmeralda Swift. In ways he could never have expected, she arouses more than just his curiosity.
Esmeralda Swift considered herself too sensible to ever fall for a scoundrel, but that was before she met the irresistibly seductive Duke of Griffin. His employment offer proves too tempting for her to resist. She can’t afford to be distracted by his devilish charms because the stakes are so high for his sisters’ debut Season. . .unless one of London’s most notorious rakes has had a change of heart and is ready to make Esmeralda his bride in Last Night with the Duke, the first novel in the brand-new Regency Rakes of St. James series by New York Times bestselling author Amelia Grey.
The time had come. No more delays were afforded Esmeralda. She had to face Griffin. Inhaling a deep breath, she met his steady gaze. There was no anger, no disappointment. He didn’t even look perplexed. He looked determined.
Frustration etched his handsome features as Griffin quietly said, “I wanted to be angry with you but…”
“When I saw you standing in in the shadows, all I could think was, dear God, I want to kiss her. To hell with my honor, to hell with what was right and proper. To hell with what was best for you. I just wanted to kiss you.”
Other Books by Amelia Grey
It’s never a good thing when a young rake’s wicked ways come back to haunt him. Just the Duke of Griffin, the Duke of Hawksthorn, and the Duke of Rathbourne. The trio made an ill-fated wager four years ago that they are still trying to live down. But there is little hope of accomplishing that since an anonymous writer of a weekly scandal sheet keeps the fiasco very much alive. And, rumor has it some members of Society are determined to go to great lengths to make sure the chickens have come home to roost for the three dukes notoriously known as The Rakes of St. James.
About Amelia Grey
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Amelia Grey read her first romance book when she was thirteen. She’s been a devoted reader of love stories ever since.
Amelia has been happily married to her high school sweetheart for over thirty-five years and she lives on the beautiful gulf coast of Northwest Florida.
With more than thirty books published, she is a two-time winner of the prestigious Booksellers Best Award. She’s also won the Aspen Gold, and the Golden Quill Awards. Writing as Gloria Dale Skinner, she won the coveted Romantic Times Award for Love and Laughter and the Maggie Award. Amelia’s books have been published in Europe, Indonesia, Turkey, Russia, and Japan.
Several of her books have been featured in Doubleday and Rhapsody Book Clubs.
Nobody knows this better than the beautiful and intelligent Hadlee Jameson. She had the love and support of her family until death claimed her father causing her mother to withdraw and become a heartless ice queen.
Burying her past to the point of denial and struggling to live in the present, Hadlee chooses to focus on college, work, and her close friends. That is, until she meets the charming and mysterious Kaisen Sinclair. After their initial meeting, Kaisen begins to show up everywhere, and Hadlee questions his motives. But as Kaisen gains her trust, she ignores her intuition and feels more alive than ever before as she falls in love.
Until…a dark history begins to surface. A history her mother hid from her, all of Hadlee’s life. To make matters worse, it’s tied to the guy of her dreams. As the truth unfolds, Hadlee realizes life is about choices. What decisions will she make? Does she allow the patterns of her past to resurface or does she find a way to forgive and love?
Where I’ll Find You is a haunting story of disturbing secrets and harrowing betrayal. Come along with Hadlee on her journey as she begins to put the pieces back together again. J.A. Owenby will once again delight her readers with this rollercoaster tale of emotional twists and turns.
I looked away from him, embarrassed I’d shared that detail on our first date.
“Hadlee, look at me.”
I slowly turned to face him again.
“The hardest thing I’ve had to do was take the memories that hurt so damn bad and create new ones after my mom died. Everything reminded me of her. Her laugh, the way she frowned when I’d gotten into trouble, her voice as she read to me at night. My heart ached nonstop, and I couldn’t seem to put the pieces back together. I was broken.”
He paused, brushing my cheek with his fingertips.
“Please, let me be a part of the new memories you create—the new ones that make you happy,” he whispered.
His gaze rested on my lips, and I nodded. I wanted that so much. New memories.
“Okay. I can do that.”
He kissed the top of my head as his fingers threaded gently through my hair and massaged my neck. I sighed softly, and then he pulled me tight underneath the blanket. Maybe I really could look at life differently with him next to me.
About the Author
J.A. Owenby lives in the beautiful Pacific Northwest with her husband and cat. She’s a published author of six short stories, and she is currently working on her third full-length novel. She also runs her own business as a professional resume writer and interview coach—she helps people find jobs they love.
J.A. is an avid reader of thrillers, romance, new adult, and young adult novels. She loves music, movies, and good wine. And call her crazy, but she loves the rainy Pacific Northwest; she gets her best story ideas while listening to the rain pattering against the windows in front of the fireplace.
You can follow the progress of her upcoming novel on Facebook at Author J.A. Owenby and on Twitter @jaowenby. Don’t miss out on updates and giveaways at www.jaowenby.com.
Genre: Contemporary Romance Publisher: Wild Rose Publishing Publication Date: April 9, 2018
Second chance romance that will leave you believing in the power of love.
Still mourning the sudden loss of her husband, a tearful Rebecca boards a plane to Rome. As gut-wrenching as it is to travel alone, she is determined to have the dream vacation she and her husband planned before his death. She doesn’t expect to meet a sexy widower from New York.
Harrison Sterling was born with a silver spoon and a trust fund and has never known love that wasn’t dependent upon his last name and material things. When Rebecca voices her aversion to people of wealth, he hides his background. But he can’t hide his attraction to the widow from Philadelphia.
Can these two broken hearts mend themselves and find a new path forward together or will their differences keep them apart?
Rebecca clenched her fists, her nails biting into her skin. She narrowed her eyes out the car window into the bright blue sky as exit signs flew by. Could she find the sweet spot on the window where one punch would shatter it? She’d seen it on Oprah and suddenly that useless information filled her every thought. The world had been so cruel—taking away the man she loved and leaving her with two daughters to raise alone. Ever-present magma bubbled under the calm demeanor she presented to the world.
Rebecca snorted, folded her arms into her chest and curled herself into a tight ball to hug the door. Her mother pushed her into this car, and she would have to pull her out.
When the car passed under the sign for the airport, Rebecca blinked away a tear, shook her head and sighed.
Her mother stopped the car at the Departures curb and reached out to take Rebecca’s arm. A sad smile tugged at her lips. “Are you sure you want to go?”
“Yes, Mom.” Rebecca turned to her mother and rolled her eyes like a spiteful teenager. “We’ve been over this before. It’s time I start moving on, and going to Rome is the first step.”
Her mother’s wrinkled hand squeezed her arm tighter. “It will do you good to get away. You’ve been looking forward to this trip for your whole life. You put pictures of Italy on the walls of your bedroom. You begged me to take you.”
Rebecca pulled her arm from her mother’s grasp and reached for the door handle. “It’s just so hard to accept that I am going alone. I was never supposed to be going alone.”
Her mother latched her hands onto the doorframe and pulled her aging body out of the car. She walked around the front and stood next to the passenger door. Rebecca remained motionless. Her throat was raw and her body vacant. How did I get here? She belonged at home with her husband, tangled in their bedsheets, listening to the girls making breakfast downstairs.
After a few moments, Rebecca unlatched the seatbelt, planted her feet on the pavement and drove her heels into the ground. As she rose, her mother’s flowing white hair filled Rebecca’s field of vision. Her mother’s hands gripped Rebecca’s shoulders. “Jack would have wanted you to go.” She stared Rebecca in the eyes.
Rebecca glared back with pursed lips. Her mother couldn’t know what Jack wanted her to do. She wasn’t sure of it herself and she’d been married to him for fifteen years.
Her mother pulled her into a hug—but not the way she used to hug her. The hugs had once filled her with love and warmth, but now she hugged her the same way everyone else did—like she was glass. Like, if they hugged her too hard, she might break. Since suddenly losing Jack three years ago, nothing felt the same. Hugs felt distant. Colors faded…
About Kris Laubscher
Raised in Northern California, I now live outside Philadelphia with my husband and three kids. I spend my days working as a part-time paralegal and part-time tax collector and spend my nights working on my next novel.
Genre: Contemporary, Western Romance Publisher: Malheur Butte Publishing Publication Date: March 29, 2018
Radio Rose knows martians aren’t real, but she’s not sure about the cowboy.
Radio Rose knows Martians aren’t real.
But as a DJ on a late night talk show about Aliens, she’d never admit to being a non-believer. Talking to crazies all night isn’t the perfect job for most people, but she’s happy with her solitary life. Until a middle of the night car crash and a blow to the head has her mistaking a reclusive rodeo cowboy for a real life extra-terrestrial.
Adam Cameron escaped from his narcissistic grandfather and Tullyville, Colorado the day he turned 18. Now, ten years later, he’s forced to return — dragged into a battle over his grandfather’s fortune and fighting for the future of a town he wanted to forget.
Rose and Adam are both lousy at relationships, but when his problems are too big to handle on his own, she feels compelled to help. Now in a town filled with new found friends, Rose has to decide if she’s willing to trust the loner.
“The opening chapter of this book had me laughing out loud. From there, things just got better! This was one of those books with loveable characters and a connection that makes you feel like you are right there living life with them”
– Karen @ TingsMom
“Characters Make the Story!!! Well written, good character development, and wonderful ending.”
“I’m Adam Cameron. I was there when you wrecked your car last night, and I brought you into the hospital. I wanted to come by and see how you were doing.”
Her eyes didn’t blink, and she didn’t move.
“Do you remember anything?”
“Not much.” She peeked at him from under her lashes then her eyes widened, and she gasped. “But I remember you. You’re one of them.” She pulled the sheet up to her eyes and peered out at him. “No, that can’t be right, because there aren’t any of them are there?”
The nurse had told him the diagnosis was a concussion, but this sounded more like full on, raging paranoia.
For the first time Adam really looked at her. There were dark smudges under her coffee brown eyes. Even her olive skin was pale. A large purple lump stood out on her forehead, partly hidden behind her glossy, black bangs.
“Wait, why were you there?” Rose’s voice was a hoarse whisper. She lowered the sheet an inch.
“My rental car broke down, and I was stranded on the side of the road. I couldn’t get any cell reception to call a tow truck. I tried to flag you down to see if I could get a ride.”
Incomprehension faded from her eyes as understanding moved in. “It was just you.” Rose released a sigh as understanding dawned on her face. “I remember now, and it was just you.”
“Yes, I . . .”
A blush warmed her face as she cut him off with a slight wave of her hand. “You stepped out into the road and waved your arms. You were dressed in black.”
“Yeah, that was me,” he said, his attention drawn to her pretty pink cheeks.
His eyes snapped up to meet hers. “I thought you’d see me sooner. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for you to get hurt.”
“You scared the bejeezus out of me. I don’t know when I’ve ever been so petrified. What an idiot.”
“Hey, I said I was sorry,” Adam took a step back and reminded himself she was hurt. People in pain sometimes said things they didn’t mean. Before he could apologize again, she spoke.
“I’m not calling you an idiot. Although one of the first things we learned in kindergarten was to wear light colors after dark.” She paused for a minute, closed her eyes and massaged her temples with her fingertips.
“I’m calling myself an idiot for believing the crazies I talk to all night. I must have hit my head pretty hard, because when I came to, I thought you were an alien. Wow, every awful thing I’ve heard on my show came rushing back to me.” She raised her eyes to meet his as she dropped her hands to her lap. “Like I said, what an idiot.”
“What show?” he asked.
“I’m Radio Rose. I host a late night talk show. Most of my programs are on alien abductions.”
About Stephanie Berget
Stephanie Berget was born loving horses, a ranch kid trapped in a city girl’s body. It took her twelve years to convince her parents she needed a horse of her own. She developed a lifelong love of rodeo when she married her own, hot cowboy. She and the Bronc Rider traveled throughout the Northwest while she ran barrels and her cowboy rode bucking horses. She started writing to put a realistic view of rodeo and ranching into western romance. Stephanie and her husband live on a farm located along the Oregon/Idaho border. They raise hay, horses and cattle, with the help of Dizzy Dottie, the Border Collie and Cisco, barrel and team roping horse extraordinaire.
Series: Kan Asma Vampires Book 2 Genre: Paranormal Romance Publisher: Hartwood Publishing Publication Date: April 10, 2018
Thrown together in a race against time, he has to win her heart to save her life.
Vastian is the deadliest warrior prince in the history of the Kan Asma Vampire Council. He’d willingly give his life to follow his revered leader’s orders to protect their people, no questions asked. Brutal wars have honed his skills as a ruthless killer while the beast that hides behind a human façade craves vengeance for the infiltration of his homeland. It is all a distraction from what he truly wants.
When the unthinkable happens, and tragedy follows, Vastian must reveal a secret that alters his life forever.
His blood-bound oath to the Council and their the long-held traditions forbid him to uphold the solemn vow he made to save the one female his heart desires but can never have. He can’t risk falling in love with Thalia, but he will keep her safe and alive…no matter what.
Because she will die without him.
Vastian is about to wage the biggest battle of his life. If he fails to win this war, it will mean losing her, forever.
“So why do I feel this way?” Her eyelids fluttered as her gaze settled on his face.
“You don’t want it?” He dropped his hands, crossed his trembling arms over his chest. God, what was he doing? His hunger had never gotten the best of him.
She moved, slow and cautious, sweeping her fingertips across his clenched jaw. “I shouldn’t.”
He shook his head and caught her hand, bringing it to his mouth, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. When he exhaled against her delicate skin, she shivered and keened his name.
“I’m so cold.” She shivered again and pulled her hand free to rub her arms. “Cold to the bone.”
The sweetest hint of female arousal clung to the air, teasing his senses. Inside, he rioted. His features shifted, stinging as the bones aligned into his predatory state. He fought against his inborn nature while the line between humanity and the animalistic creature in his soul vanished.
He wanted her. Craved her.
When his eyes turned, his field of vision expanding, he saw her heat signals, watched the minute changes of her pulse. She swallowed reflexively, as if nervous. Her lips parted, and little breaths tore from her chest. If he didn’t take her in his arms and touch her, warm her, taste her, he was going to lose his freaking mind.
He lifted his arms, hands up and forced himself to speak, “Let me help you then.”
She had ten seconds to march out of there and put distance between them. It was all he could manage. If she stood there any longer, he’d shove his humanity into a dark corner of his soul, muzzle the bastard and take what he wanted.
She looked past his shoulder and shook her head.
“Please.” When she reached for him, he roared and pushed her back against the wall. His mouth crashed onto hers, tongue spearing into her mouth. He kissed her with wild abandon, pressing her to open further, to surrender to his invasion.
Her tongue met his, dueled and touched. His thoughts splintered. Desire rammed into him, and he caught both sides of her face, angling her head to nibble on her lips.
Insistent hands traveled up his chest, shaping his muscles. She skated her fingers over his pecs and higher still to his shoulder. When her palm curved at the nape of his neck and tugged, he closed his eyes and let her pull him down to her throat.
He was lost, utterly and completely gone. With one fang pressed against the warm flesh, he pushed until it gave but withdrew immediately. He waited for the blood to drip from the puncture and followed the stream across the ridge of her collarbone and under the loose collar of her blouse. A little pool of her blood coalesced in the valley of her breasts just waiting for him to savor each heated droplet.
When she pulled the blouse down, exposing her creamy skin and the lacy bra, heat surged low between his legs. A pounding throb drew the skin tight.
“Drink,” she commanded in a rough pitch.
About Christa Paige
Strict professor by day. Romance author by night. Lover of all things alpha-male twenty-four hours a day. Christa Paige writes contemporary romantic stories featuring the brave men and women in law enforcement. Christa’s expanded Kan Asma series includes alpha-male vampires fighting against all odds for their mates. Also, Christa writes sweet Regency love stories. A native SoCal girl, Christa loves, knitting, Star Wars, LOTR, Austen, and Disneyland.