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Aeris Delaya is a woman living, literally, in a ma

Aeris Delaya is a woman living, literally, in a man's world. The words mother, daughter and sister are considered obscenities in Alyria, where women are forced to wear concealing cloaks called follyblankets to keep them from the sight of men. Aeris isn't the only girlchild being raised as male, but when she catches the attention of Prince Regent Daelyn Avigdor, the game she's been playing her entire life suddenly becomes that much more dangerous.

Brought to the White Palace to serve as the Prince Regent's fetchencarry, Aeris finds herself caught in a world of luxury and intrigue -- companion to a prince yet constantly afraid of being discovered as female. When rumblings of revolt against those who insist on keeping women subjugated begin to rock Alyria, Aeris’s loyalty to her prince is tested. Soon enough, the entire country is at war -- and Aeris learns she’s not the only one with secrets. #romancebook #readingtime #readingnook #READING

My dearest @simonandschuster -- I didn't write tha

My dearest @simonandschuster -- I didn't write that book, and the person who wrote that book hasn't written more than thirty novels. (Well, who knows, maybe she has by now!)

She watched the darkness for a minute longer and s

She watched the darkness for a minute longer and saw only a few faint flashes through the trees. Her phone was charging on the nightstand, and she tapped the screen to check the time. Three-thirty. A warm shower was definitely in order. Maybe she’d even sneak downstairs and have a lemon bar and some milk.

A creak overhead froze her in place. Sarah held her breath, listening for another. There. A soft and sneaky noise above her, something like the pad of footsteps. It crossed the span of her room, and she went to the door to listen for it in the hallway. As she opened hers, she heard the click of another door closing. She couldn’t tell if it was Honor’s or Candace’s.

Ellie’s wail had Sarah lumbering down the hall.

“I’m coming!”

The little girl was still sobbing when Sarah got to her. She burrowed against her mother’s neck, crawling into her lap despite the lack of room. Sarah kissed Ellie’s temple, feeling for the heat of fever, but found none.

“What happened, ketzeleh?”

“Daddy,” Ellie whispered.

Sarah’s arms tightened around her. “You miss Daddy?”

“Daddy was here.”

A chill tickled the back of Sarah’s neck, like the gust of a breeze through an open window. “You must have been having a dream.”

“No. Daddy was here,” Ellie insisted. She struggled out of Sarah’s embrace, squirming to turn toward the closet. “He stood there.”

Is the bad boy back to break her heart?

How many books do you own?

How many books do you own?

It's fun to post on social media, but if you don't

It's fun to post on social media, but if you don't finish your book, you won't ever publish it. And then what will you post on social media about?

"Readers will not be ready for the whoa-that’s-w

"Readers will not be ready for the whoa-that’s-way-out-there ending." -- Firstclue.com

Beg For It
She had never been more beautiful to h

Beg For It
She had never been more beautiful to him than when she was making him hurt.

Corinne was young once. Reese wasn’t the first man she ever loved, but he was the first to submit to her. For awhile they had something special, but it ended badly.

She’s a little older now — and the wealthy businessman who just bought the company she works for bears little resemblance to the boy from her past. He’s commanding, domineering, and seems determined to push her past her limits.

In a flash of anger, she falls back into their old pattern—and Reese falls right in with her. Before she knows it, she’s testing him. Then tasting him. Corrine knows she can’t afford to get involved again. Her life is complicated enough without throwing in an old romance, no matter how new it feels.

Now if only Reese would stop making her feel like the goddess she used to be…and showing her who’s been the boss all along. But if he wants her, he’s going to have to beg for it. #romances #romanceauthor #readingtime #readinginbed

A shadow fell across Audrey Winsom's textbook, and

A shadow fell across Audrey Winsom's textbook, and she looked up, shading her eyes against the early May sunshine. She smiled when she saw the man interrupting her studies. "Joel, hi. Have a seat."

He grinned down at her, his dark hair falling over his chocolate-brown eyes in the way that always had her itching to brush it away. "Audrey, my favorite head shrinker in training. How's it going?"

Audrey moved over so he could slide into the seat next to hers. She gestured at the book. "Just me and Advanced Developmental Psychology."

Joel made a face and reached across her to close the book with a solid thud. "Bor-rrring."

Audrey laughed, but opened the book again. "Maybe. But the final's in two weeks. C'mon, Joel, you need to study for it, too. Why not come over tonight? I know it's Friday, but we can order pizza, buckle down, crack open the books. Lauren's going with her dad until Sunday, and I plan to study all weekend."

Joel shook his head. "Can't."

"Ah." Audrey nodded. She studied his face, the high line of his cheekbones and the perfect curve of his mouth. Of course he wouldn't want to hang out with her on a Friday night. "Hot date? Who's it with this time? The cute blonde from Counseling Procedures? No...let me guess. It's the brunette who giggles at you in the café."

Joel laughed. "Jennifer is the blonde, and she's got a new boyfriend. Marianne's the brunette and no, it's not her, either."

Audrey pretended to study him thoroughly before saying, "Aha! I have it! Secret agent stuff, right?"

It was a well-worn joke between them. Secret agent or a gigolo, two careers that would suit him should he decide not to become a psychologist.

"Something like that. Not," he added, "that anything could be more exciting than a night with you, going over human development."

"Riiiight." Audrey rolled her eyes at his non-subtle flirting, which she'd steeled herself not to take seriously about two seconds after meeting him the first time.

#RomanceCollection #SteamyRomance #FriendsToLovers #EnemiesToLovers #SecondChanceRomance

𝘗𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳

𝘗𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺-𝘰𝘯, 𝘣𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘶𝘱 -- 𝘍𝘭𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭 – 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰.

𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻.

Stella flies standby every other weekend, finding the airport bar wherever she arrives and waiting for the right guy to come along. From businessmen to baggage handlers, each conquest brings a whole new meaning to the term layover. Every departure is the sweetest possible distraction from the life and memories she’s trying to forget. When she meets the mysterious Matthew in Chicago, something about him tells Stella she’s not the only one running from the past. Their connection is instant, electric, volcanic – and for the first time, Stella wants a layover to turn into a roundtrip ticket.

Matthew and Stella have no trouble burning up the sheets, each passionate exchange leading the way to the next – but while their takeoff was perfect, turbulence constantly threatens their landing. With every step forward, Matthew seems to take two steps back. What began as a one-night stand has become so much more…and also so, so much less.

What secrets is Matthew hiding? How can Stella love a man who claims he wants her, but will not, in the end, actually take what she’s prepared to give? How long can one person love the other without being loved in return?

#contemporaryromance #steamyromance #digitalbook #bookgiveaway #ebook #Kindle #Nook #Kobo #AppleBooks

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Mariella had never even come close to exploring th

Mariella had never even come close to exploring the entire Ephemeros, but she'd learned that there were a few places in the dream world that stayed constant. Built by the collective unconscious, the decor and locale might appear different from visit to visit, but the place itself would always be the same. One of them was a dance club. Sometimes it looked like a discotheque. Sometimes, an industrial club. Others, an Irish pub, a WWII-era dance hall, and once, Mariella had found it as a ballroom in a Jane Austen type country estate. But there was always music and dancing, always people looking for romance. It wasn't one of her favorite places to explore in the Ephemeros, but she knew how to find it, and tonight it would be just the place to get what she was looking for.

Sex. Straight up, plain and simple, nothing complicated or too kinky. Just some good old-fashioned fucking and a half-dozen or so orgasms. Her expectations weren't too high, Mariella thought with a laugh as the landscape in front of her changed according to the push of her will. The sand in front of each step became clear glass that formed a path snaking through the beach and toward the jagged ebony mountains in the distance. Getting to the dance house wasn't so much about following a path as it was about following a feeling.

She could've imagined a car for herself. Or a horse. A unicorn. Hell, Mariella could've flown to the dance club if she wanted to, but at the moment she was content to walk. One foot in front of the other, and though the distance she traveled was much farther than it would never have been in the real world, it took her only a few steps before she'd almost reached it. The landscape changed as she walked. She could've shaped it herself, but instead let it morph on its own. She liked to see what the dreamers did.

#ParanormalRomance #SteamyRomance #Ebook #KindleBooks

Some doors stay open until you close them.

Writing as Mina Hardy, New York Times bestselling

Writing as Mina Hardy, New York Times bestselling author Megan Hart, delivers a twisted tale of domestic suspense where no one is what they seem—and the skeletons in the closet are all too real.

Blame the booze, her shaky marriage, her troubled son, or a thousand other things. Jewelann Jordan has one thing on her mind when she attends her class reunion, and that's making sure her old crush Christian Campbell sees exactly what he lost all those years ago. A late night, a hotel room, a rekindled flame that burns even hotter than it did back then. What could go wrong?

Everything.

The night with Christian isn't the first secret Jewelann has kept from her husband Ken, so one more shouldn't be much harder--except that Christian shows up without warning, seemingly determined to do his best to mess up Jewelann's life in any way he can. Worse than that, he seems to have his sights set on charming her son, Eli, and befriending her husband. Revenge isn't so sweet when it bites you back, but Jewelann is determined to keep Christian from ruining everything she's worked so hard to keep safe, including her son.

Fighting to keep it all from spiraling out of control, Jewelann discovers Christian is not the man he claims to be. When darker secrets emerge, even closer to home, Jewelann takes the chance to turn the tables on him. The more Jewelann digs for the truth, the uglier--and the deadlier--it gets.

#domesticsuspense

Jamison Wolfe was shouting again.

Drowning on Dry Land

Some doors stay open until

If you could go back in time, what year would you

If you could go back in time, what year would you travel to?

#hohoho #greengiant #roadtrip

#hohoho #greengiant #roadtrip

What would you write, if you weren't afraid?

What would you write, if you weren't afraid?

Imagination can lead you into some strange places.

Imagination can lead you into some strange places.

Write about them.

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