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COMING SOON!!! Theirs to Pleasure: A Reverse Harem Romance by Stasia Black is releasing June 1!!!

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In a world where there’s only one woman for every twelve men, a lottery is the chance for five lucky men to win the prize of a lifetime… her hand in marriage.
All Charlie ever wanted was to protect his sister. But when they are separated and Charlie is imprisoned in an enemy camp, Charlie’s tortured by thoughts of what might be happening to her.

Until one day, a beautiful servant named Shay starts bringing him his meals. Even her name sounds like a sigh. Shay. For the first time in months, Charlie has someone else to think about other than his sister.

Where did Shay come from? Who’s giving her those bruises on her face? And how can he protect her when he couldn’t even protect his own sister, much less himself?

When Shay breaks him out of his cell with promises of reuniting him with his sister, Charlie has no clue just how much his protective instincts are going to be stretched to the limits. Because the township where his sister lives? Turns out they have a law that every woman must marry five men. And His. Sister. Married. Five. Guys.

What’s worse? Shay’s the next up for the lottery.
All Charlie ever wanted was to protect his sister. But when they are separated and Charlie is imprisoned in an enemy camp, Charlie’s tortured by thoughts of what might be happening to her.

Until one day, a beautiful servant named Shay starts bringing him his meals. Even her name sounds like a sigh. Shay. For the first time in months, Charlie has someone else to think about other than his sister.

Where did Shay come from? Who’s giving her those bruises on her face? And how can he protect her when he couldn’t even protect his own sister, much less himself?

When Shay breaks him out of his cell with promises of reuniting him with his sister, Charlie has no clue just how much his protective instincts are going to be stretched to the limits. Because the township where his sister lives? Turns out they have a law that every woman must marry five men. And His. Sister. Married. Five. Guys.

What’s worse? Shay’s the next up for the lottery.

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Happy Release Day: Dress Blues: A Memorial Day Anthology

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Title: Dress Blues: A Memorial Day Anthology

Multi-Author

By: Ember-Raine Winters, Tiffany Carby, Shannon Nemchek, Faith Ryan, Maggie Adams, Lynzie Allen, & C.M. Vaughan
Release Date: May 24, 2018

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The idea of Dress Blues comes from wanting to contribute and support our military, Seven authors came together to honor the service and sacrifices of our military in this military romance anthology for charity.

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Krissy V ~ Whiskey Sour Series *Spotlight

Krissy V ~ Whiskey Sour Series *Spotlight*

Whiskey (Whiskey Sour, #1)
The Sweet Girls of Whiskey Sour
Where The Girls Are Sweet, But Their Dancing Is Not!
Whiskey Sour is an unusual place for such a diverse group of women to
meet. It’s a very classy burlesque club in London’s Soho! You’ll find the most
amazing women whose dancing is sensual, sexual and beautiful. Each of them have
their own style and their own story to tell. You are invited to come along and
meet each of the ‘Sweet Girls of Whiskey Sour’ and find out the journeys they
have been on to become the women they are now.
Whiskey – First Book in Series
When Whiskey runs away from home she has no idea what will happen to her. She
goes through things that nightmares are made of, but makes ‘friends
for life’ along the way. Fed up of running away from everything, she decides to
stand up and be counted. Her philosophy is “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger!”
Sawyer Callahan has Whiskey for one night. That’s all it takes for him to fall
for this sassy, beautiful, sexy woman. What lengths will he go to to find her?
Will he find her in time? Will she want him if he does?
Follow Whiskey’s harrowing story as she embarks on her own Whiskey Sour journey
to become owner and the namesake of ‘Whiskey Sour’. She comes from the
school of hard knocks. She is sassy, headstrong and becomes a mentor and
confidante to her burlesque dancing protégés…
Whiskey Sour is her salvation and it too, soon becomes a haven for women
who need rescuing from their own pasts.
WARNING: Due to sexual situations and adult content, this dark romance thriller
series is not intended for readers under the age of 18, and anyone who is unable
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New Release~ Promise Me by Reana Malori

Promise Me

Reana Malori

Contemporary Interracial Romance

Blurb

Falling in love is easy.

Staying in love is the hard part.

One day is all they need, to remember why they fell in love.

From the outside looking in, Brandon and Monique Rivera were the perfect love story. College sweethearts who’d fallen for each other at first sight, they’d been inseparable from the first day they laid eyes on each other. They were the couple everyone looked to as the gold-standard and they’re love held strong, even in the face of family conflicts and long-held beliefs.

After years of loving each other and building a family, the cracks are starting to show in the once perfect relationship. The reality of life, raising two kids, and long hours at work, was an ongoing challenge to their marriage. When the nights are long, and the days filled with chaos, Brandon and Monique must stay focused on each other, their lives, and their love.

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He’d fought tooth and nail over the years to convince her father that being with Monique was not some fetish or phase that he was going through. When he’d met her in college, she’d been a junior and he a senior. He’d known within the first ten minutes of meeting her on the quad, that she was the woman he would marry someday. Of that he was sure. Convincing her of that fact took much more time and effort. She was worth every second of every moment he’d gone after her. Flowers. Dinners. Playlists with all the best sappy love songs. Hell, he was willing to do anything just to get her to smile in his direction.
Shaking his head at the twists and turns their lives had taken, he smiled at the memory of some of the hoops he had to jump through to finally make her his. He spent more time and energy convincing her to give him a chance than he had on his classwork.
Laughing under his breath at how desperate he’d been at the time, he was glad he’d been able to woo her with his charm and wit within a few weeks. Otherwise, he would have failed out of school. Which wouldn’t have helped him one bit, especially with her parents. When she’d finally decided to give him a chance, it had been the best day of his life.

Author Bio

Reana Malori writes Contemporary novels focusing on Multicultural / Interracial Romance. She firmly believes that love in all its forms should be celebrated and her stories reflect that belief. She hopes to weave stories that pull the reader into her world and helps them to share in her universe, even if only for a short time.

An avid reader since the age of fourteen, she decided to pursue her passion in 2009 and released her first novella, To Love a Marine. Since then, Reana has released more than 25 books of varying lengths, to include the Heaven on Earth series, Second Chances, Finding Faith, Conall, and Spellbound.

When she is not writing, you can most often find her enjoying a good book as she is, first and foremost, a romance reader. Reana currently resides in Montclair, Virginia with her husband and two sons who keep her busy laughing, having fun, and making sure she doesn’t take herself too seriously.

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〰️🔷〰️Cover Reveal for Theirs to Pleasure by Stasia Black 〰️🔷〰️

Title: Theirs to Pleasure
A Reverse Harem Romance
Series: The Marriage Lottery
Author: Stasia Black
Genre: Steamy Romance
Release Date: June 1, 2018
Blurb
In a world where there’s only one woman for every twelve men, a lottery is the chance for five lucky men to win the prize of a lifetime… her hand in marriage.

All Charlie ever wanted was to protect his sister. But when they are separated and Charlie is imprisoned in an enemy camp, Charlie’s tortured by thoughts of what might be happening to her.

Until one day, a beautiful servant named Shay starts bringing him his meals.

Even her name sounds like a sigh. Shay.

For the first time in months, Charlie has someone else to think about other than his sister.

Where did Shay come from? Who’s giving her those bruises on her face? And how can he protect her when he couldn’t even protect his own sister, much less himself?

When Shay breaks him out of his cell with promises of reuniting him with his sister, Charlie has no clue just how much his protective instincts are going to be stretched to the limits. Because the township where his sister lives? Turns out they have a law that every woman must marry five men. And His. Sister.

Married. Five. Guys.

What’s worse? Shay’s the next up for the lottery.

Excerpt
Chapter One
CHARLIE
Charlie blinked blearily at the sliver of sunshine coming through the window where it wasn’t boarded up. The sun was setting. Another day gone.
He looked at the wall where he’d just finished scratching a line into the cinderblock with his fingernail, briefly glancing up the wall at all the similar hash marks.
Three months. It had been over three months since he’d woken up in this very room—covered in his own blood, with a headache so bad he’d been convinced he was gonna die. He had no idea where he was. A tiny office in a really old building, he thought. Cream-colored painted cinderblock walls. It had an institutional feel. Maybe a hospital?
There was a thick wooden door with a tiny rectangular plexiglass window, but all it showed was the end of a dark alcove, so no clues there. Through the tiny bit he could see through the outdoor window, he could only see the plumbing of another building.
When he’d first woken up, part of him had wanted to just give up and die. Because no matter how many times he shouted questions at the guards who occasionally delivered food and water, no one would tell him anything about his sister Audrey.
Had those bastards killed her right there by the spring where they’d knocked him out? Or did she manage to run away after all?
In the end, he’d fought for consciousness and clung to life as hard as he could. Because what if she was here? What if these motherfuckers had her too? What if they were—
He cut that line of thought off just like he did every time it sprang up. He’d go fucking insane if he let himself go there.
Voices sounded in the hallway and he scrambled to his feet. Well, as much as he could with the handcuffs and connected ankle fetters. He shuffled hunchbacked toward the door and the small plexiglass window.
And saw her.
He thought she was a mirage the first time she came and pushed his tray of moldy bread and sour mush through the skinny two-inch rectangular hole that had been sawed in the door.
She was tiny with long dark hair, wearing a faded white dress. Like some sort of angelic apparition.
But then she got closer and he saw that no, she was a flesh and bone woman. Because surely an angel wouldn’t be walking with a limp and have a black eye and a split lip.
She refused to approach with the tray until he backed up to the opposite wall. Then she slid it through and ran away as fast as she could.

Charlie couldn’t even be mad that the tasteless bowl of mush spilled all over the floor

. If he were her, he wouldn’t voluntarily get within three feet of a man either.
He hadn’t spent the last eight years hiding Audrey away from the world for nothing. Which was when it hit him—Audrey. If Audrey was here, this woman might know her.
It was all he could think about. So the next time the woman came, he ran for the door and started firing questions. “Do you know a girl named Audrey? She would have been brought here the same time I was. Two months ago.”
The woman had been so startled by his voice she’d dropped his tray and fled.
“Wait!” he’d shouted after her. “Audrey. Do you know her? She’s my sister. Please!”
But all he heard was the sound of rapidly fleeing footsteps. And then nothing.
She didn’t come back for three days.
It wasn’t unusual to go that long between meals. They gave him a gallon of water once or—if he was lucky—sometimes twice a week. But meals were hit or miss.
Still, the next time he heard light footsteps approaching, he backed away to the furthest wall and raised his hands in surrender.
He didn’t dare say a word. If Audrey was here, this girl could be the key to getting information about her and he wasn’t going to fuck it up again.
She wascautious as she approached. Hesitant.
He waited patiently as he could manage.
She shoved the tray through the hole, sending the bowl splattering again, and then ran away.
As much as it killed him, he did the same thing the next three times she came.
And on the fourth, he said in his calmest, gentlest voice, “I won’t hurt you.”
She startled so much she almost dropped the tray again.
But she didn’t make a run for it.
Considering that a win, he continued, still not moving from the wall and keeping his hands up and visible. “My name’s Charlie.”
He didn’t push any further than that.
She didn’t say a word. Just shoved his tray through and skittered away.
But the next time, he started talking about Audrey. “I have a sister about your age. Her name’s Audrey. She drove me crazy growing up. Little sisters, you know? Always coming in my room and bothering me and my friends when we were playing video games. Trying to tag along when I’d go to the mall.” He shook his head. “Jesus, it feels like a million years ago.”
The woman hadn’t bolted. The tray was paused halfway through the slot.
Charlie didn’t move an inch but he kept talking.
“Dad and I couldn’t believe how lucky we were when all the girls and women in town got sick but she stayed healthy. It was like a miracle.” Charlie huffed out a sad laugh. And then, when the woman still didn’t leave, he told her about what happened with his dad and the mob that came to the front door, and how he escaped with Audrey out back.
“She’s dead now?”
Her voice was so soft at first Charlie thought he might have imagined it.
He sat up straighter and she flinched backwards, tray clattering against the slot as she yanked it back.
“Sorry, sorry,” Charlie said, chains rattling as he lifted his cuffed hands again and put his back flush with the wall. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I— I don’t know where she is. She was with me when—” He swallowed, looking down. “The men from here, they attacked us when we were getting water.” He lifted his eyes to hers where she watched him warily through the plexiglass. “I thought if they brought me here, then maybe they brought her too.”
Her eyes dropped and Charlie’s heartbeat sped up. What did that mean?
“Is she here? Do you know her?”
Her eyes flicked back up to his. “A lot of girls come through here.”
Nausea hit Charlie fast and hard. She was confirming his worst fears. No, his worst fear was that Audrey was dead. But what this woman was describing was a close second.
It was an open secret that girls were trafficked all over the territories. The President had officially outlawed it, but there was a reason Charlie chose to stay with Audrey in an underground bunker for almost a decade. Law and order were so far from a reality yet, it was fucking laughable. The old wild west looked like a picnic compared to the Texas of today, and Texas was actually way better than most places.
Charlie bit his cheek against the million questions he wanted to ask. Don’t press it. She’s just opening up. Push too hard and she could bolt again.
But then those big doe eyes of hers blinked up at him again. “I could maybe… ask around.”
“Yeah?” The word came out half-strangled. Was she really just— Just offering like that when he’d— “Cause that would be— It’d be fuckin— Sorry, I just, it would mean everything—”
“I’m not promising anything,” she said sharply. Then, as if she’d just remembered the tray in her hands, she gestured down to it with her eyes. “Here. Take this.”
And, though she watched him warily, she stood still as he approached. He came slow, careful. She was skittish as a deer. When he got close enough to take the tray, he saw her hand was shaking.
And for the first time since she’d shown up, he thought about her. Really thought about her, and not just in relation to the info she might be able to get him on Audrey. What was life here like for her? She said girls came through. But not her? She obviously had some sort of position here.

Maid? Servant? Slave?

While her split lip was healing, she had a fresh bruise on her cheek.
“Who hurts you?”
Her eyes shot up to his through the glass and he realized too late how harsh the question had come out.
He didn’t apologize, though. Or look away. For a second, neither did she.
In spite of the bruise and her too pale skin, she was undeniably beautiful. So, so fucking beautiful. She had huge, translucent blue eyes that looked far too sad for the rest of her angelic face.
What the fuck had happened to this girl to bring her here?
“I have to go,” she whispered. “If I can find anything out about your sister, I will.”
And then she was gone.
She didn’t come back for a week. The longest goddamned week of Charlie’s life. And when she did, she didn’t have any news about Audrey.
“It doesn’t mean she’s not here, though,” Shay whispered.
Shay.
That was her name. Like the sound of a sigh.
“Travis Territory is big and there are several processing facilities.”
All thoughts of beautiful names and sighs fled at that. Charlie’s blood went ice cold.
Processing.
Facilities.
For.
Women.
Even though he hadn’t eaten in a week he wasn’t sure he was gonna be able to get down the food on the tray Shay brought.
“But I’ll keep asking around,” she rushed to add, obviously seeing her words upset him.
One of the guards who came through sometimes walked by then so she yanked back and scurried away.
And it continued like that for weeks. Quick, stolen conversations broken up by long, endless days of nothing.
But during the moments she was there, Jesus, it was more than a lifeline. Charlie lived for the sound of her soft footsteps on the tile outside his door.
Though she didn’t yet have any information on Audrey, Shay filled in so many gaps. He was being held in Travis Territory. To the southeast of what used to be Austin, Travis Territory centered around a township where a good-sized river sprang up from the Edwards Aquifer. Before the Fall, Charlie had even visited the place.

You used to be able to take glass-bottomed boat tours on the river and watch the springs bubbling up from the source waters.

And now it was home to one of the most powerful and corrupt governors in the country.

Arnold Travis.

The building where Charlie was being held used to be a faculty office in the English building of the old college campus.
The one thing Shay wouldn’t talk about, though?
Herself.
Anytime Charlie asked anything about her, she clammed up and scurried off. So he learned not to. Because every second talking to her through the door was like being able to breathe after days starved for oxygen.
Thinking of their brief moments together helped get him through the hard days.
And there were plenty of hard days.
Because as much as he tried to hold out hope, in his darkest moments, it was too easy to believe the worst about Audrey. They’d been in the middle of fucking nowhere when they’d gotten ambushed. Even if Travis’s men didn’t get her, what were her chances out there all alone in the world?
She wasn’t even safe on her own Uncle’s fucking property.
Some days, if not for Shay, it would have been too easy to give into the dark thoughts.

Take this week for instance.

Audrey’s twenty-third birthday was coming up in a couple weeks and he couldn’t get this one memory out of his head. Audrey’d been maybe six and it was before the Fall.

Before Xterminate, before any of it.

He was eight and playing with his friends in the backyard. He’d already told her to go away but instead she just went over to the swing set and started swinging, staring longingly at him and his buddies where they were playing armies by the back fence.
Little sisters were so annoying, he remembered thinking.
He’d been climbing a tree when all the sudden she started up an unholy wailing. Just looking for attention, like always. He shook his head and ignored her, climbing higher.
But she just kept crying, louder and louder until she was screaming bloody murder. He kept waiting for Dad to come out of the garage and take care of it, but he must have had that stupid old rock music he liked playing. And Dad had made him promise to look out for his sister for the afternoon.
So with a huff, he climbed down from the tree and went over to the swing set, face flaming in embarrassment at having his friends see him have to deal with his sister who was such a freaking baby. She was seven but here she was wailing her head off like a two-year-old.
She was even laying on the ground by the swing set, like she’d thrown herself on the ground to throw a full out tantrum.
“Come on, Audrey,” he muttered as soon as he got close. She just wailed even louder. He rolled his eyes and knelt down on the ground beside her. Her face was cherry red and fat tears ran down her cheeks.
“Audrey, stop crying.” He hated it when she cried. It was loud and well… he just didn’t like it. “Come on, sit up.” He held out a hand and hiccupping, she took it. He put his other hand to the back of her head and helped her sit up.
“All right. You’re okay now. Calm down. It’s okay.”
And then he pulled his hand away from the back of her head.
It was covered in blood.
Like, covered.
Blood dripped off his fingers, even.
Charlie’s stomach cramped just at the memory. He’d been playing with his friends, having fun, and she’d been lying there, seriously hurt. Crying—no, screaming for him—and he’d just ignored it, for what? Five minutes?
The sound of those screams kept him awake at night. Filling the silence of his office prison.
Look out for your sister.
His Dad had made him promise the same thing he had so long ago when the bad times came. No matter what happens to me, look out for your sister. And Charlie had sworn, sworn, both to his dad and to himself, that he would never fail her again like he had that day in the backyard.
But he had. And ten thousand times worse.
Because whatever she was going through right now, wherever she was, wouldn’t be solved by a trip to the emergency room and twelve stitches to the back of the head.
And he was stuck in this fifteen-by-ten-foot room, fucking useless. She was out there, with God knew what happening to her, screaming and screaming for his help and he couldn’t get to her—
“Let go of me. This is for the prisoner!”
Shay.
Charlie jerked to attention and ran to the door, ankle fetters yanking taut and tripping him halfway there. He hit his knees hard but then stumbled back to his feet and scrambled to the door.
Just in time to see the big, bald guard who sometimes patrolled yank the tray of food out of Shay’s hand and then backhand her.
“No!”

Charlie roared, pounding the door with his fist. “Shay!”

Her body was knocked to the ground where she lay crumpled like a ragdoll. “Shay!”
The bald bastard nudged her with his big, booted toe, then chuckled and walked off, tray in hand.
Charlie was about to pound at the door again but fisted his hands and bit back his curse.

Because goddammit, he didn’t want to do anything to bring the guard back. Yet again, he was fucking useless. Another woman he cared about was laying out there hurt and he was here, just feet away, and he couldn’t do a goddamned thing to help her.

As soon as the guard’s footsteps were gone, he dropped to his knees to look through the tray slot.
“Shay. Shay! Can you hear me? Are you okay?”
But she just laid there.
Fucking lifeless.
Fuck. FUCK.
Charlie grabbed at his hair, wanting to yank it out by the roots and—
But then he heard a noise.
The smallest groan.
“Shay!” He smashed his face to the hole in the wall and thank God. She was moving. He shoved his fingers through the small slot. “Shay, Jesus, are you okay?”
What the fuck, obviously she’s not okay.
“Sorry, that’s stupid. Can you sit up?”
She rolled over and dragged her body further into the little alcove where the office was, out of the path of the main hallway.
When she finally sat up, he expected tears. He expected a bitter grimace. He even expected to see blood.
And she did have a fresh split lip, blood trickling down from the corner of her mouth.
But what he didn’t expect?
For her to be fucking smiling.
She was grinning. Huge.
“Shay?”

Charlie asked uncertainly. “Are you feeling okay? He hit you pretty hard.”

When a small giggle escaped her lips, Charlie really started getting worried. But then she hopped to her feet.
And when she came near, there was a light in her eyes he’d never seen before.
“Shay, what’s going—”
“I know where Audrey is.”
Charlie coughed in shock, hand going to the plexiglass. “Where? Is she okay? Who has h—”
“Back up.”

Shay gestured impatiently for him to move back.

He frowned, totally fucking bewildered.
“Back up.”
He took a couple steps away from the door.
That’s when her grin got even wider, though he wouldn’t have thought that was possible.

And, with one quick glance back toward the hallway, she produced a keyring, holding it up briefly so he could see through the plexiglass.

Holy sh—
He didn’t even have time to finish the thought before he heard the click of the lock turning. Then the door pushed open.
He couldbonly stare in shock as Shay slipped inside. Her dark head was bowed as she flipped through keys on the keyring. Then she reached for his hands.
“Shay,” he gasped. “How did you—”
She didn’t look up from unlocking the shackles around his wrists. “I stole them off Carl when he was grabbing for the tray. I’d scrounged up some butter for your bread and made sure to pass by him. I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist.”
“But he hit you.”
Shay just shrugged it off as if it was nothing. She got his wrists free and then dropped to his feet. The sight of her, crouched down at his feet, was just too much.
“Shay, Shay, stop.”
Charlie leaned down and put his hands on hers, taking the keys.
Those endless blue eyes of hers flashed. “I know where Audrey is. And I’ll tell you.” Then her face went flinty with determination. “As long as you help me get the hell out of here.”
He felt his eyebrows shoot to his hairline. This woman was full of surprises. But everything she was saying was music to his fucking ears.
“You’ve got a deal.”
In another half minute, he had the shackles off his feet. The chains dropped to the floor and he stood fully upright for the first time in three months.
Then he reached out a hand to Shay.
“Let’s go.”
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2018 Stasia Black

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Stasia was born in Georgia, grew up in Texas, recently spent a freezing five-year stint in Minnesota, and now is happily planted in sunny California, which she will never, ever leave.
She loves writing, reading, listening to podcasts, and has recently taken up biking after a twenty-year sabbatical (and has the bumps and bruises to prove it). She lives with her own personal cheerleader, aka, her handsome husband, and their teenage son. Wow. Typing that makes her feel old. And writing about herself in the third person makes her feel a little like a nutjob, but ahem!

Where were we?

Stasia’s drawn to romantic stories that don’t take the easy way out. She wants to see beneath people’s veneer and poke into their dark places, their twisted motives, and their deepest desires. Basically, she wants to create characters that make readers alternately laugh, cry ugly tears, want to toss their kindles across the room, and then declare they have a new FBB (forever book boyfriend).
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✳️✳️No Limit by Susan Hayes ✳️✳️

No Limit

by Susan Hayes

The Drift, Book 5

Genre – Sci-Fi Romance

Blurb

Three hearts. Two worlds. No limits.

Tyran Varosa and Braxon Torr are on a mission. Find an inhabitable planet. Start a new colony. Escape the archaic rules and traditions of the Vardarian homeworld. They never expected to find their mate along the way, and they never imagined she’d be a diminutive human female with pink hair and a warrior’s spirit.

Phaedra Kari has been called a lot of things in her life: trouble, cyber-jockey, lunatic, hacker, but never someone’s mate – not until an alien prince and his best friend arrive at the Drift. She’s got plans of her own, and they don’t include mating anyone, not even a pair of gorgeous aliens whose every touch tempts her to say yes.

When corporate backstabbing progresses to real-life murder, these three will need to come together to ensure the survival of their plans, their friends, and each other.

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Excerpt

The crowd suddenly hushed and she stopped talking to focus on the scene unfolding in front of her. The door to the newly arrived ship had opened, and a hot as hell male walked through it. At first glance, he appeared almost human, with short, black hair and a neatly trimmed beard. His skin was a shimmering silver, though, and he was taller than most of the humans and Pheran present. Another male followed after the first, and she had to bite her lip not to sigh in appreciation. The second male was a little taller and broader than the first, and his skin had a golden sheen to it. His hair was long enough to be tied back, but his beard was as closely cropped as his silver companions.

“They don’t look much like aliens.”

Zale grunted. “Maybe not to you.”

That was the moment both males unfurled their wings. Holy fraxx. They had wings! “I take it back. Wings are definitely alien.”

Author Bio

Susan lives out on the Canadian west coast surrounded by open water, dear family, and good friends. She’s jumped out of perfectly good airplanes on purpose and accidentally swum with sharks on the Great Barrier Reef.

If the world ends, she plans to survive as the spunky, comedic sidekick to the heroes of the new world, because she’s too damned short and out of shape to make it on her own for long.

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💥💥Review ~ Pandora’s Soldiers by T.L. Trinity💥💥

Pandora’s Soldiers

by T.L. Trinity

 

Pandora's Soldiers ebook by T.L. Trinity

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/28196590-pandora-s-soldiers

https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1494289555/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_bibl_vppi_i0

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https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/761337

 

USMC Major James Kennedy and Major Roger Dawson, along with their Lieutenant, Colonel Carter Banks, and Gunnery Sergeant, Riley Mason, are on a mission to find Samantha and Sophia after they vanished without a trace. Their investigation leads back to their dark past of being Elite members of the Force Recon Company. They soon discover the team is being slaughtered one by one. Along with dangerous close calls that could cost them their lives, come the dangerous and lustful desires of the marines who fight to protect the women they love.

 

When you open up a book to read you are hoping to have something new, refreshing, and not something that has the same story line. THIS IS THAT NEW!!! I usually find something that I did not enjoy in a book but I can’t tell of one part that I did not absolutely LOVE. It is written with enough detail to keep the audience interested. The flow is at a perfect pace, not too fast and not to slow. The characters are your everyday people in specific situations that can actually happen. You feel like you are living through them and all the emotions included. You will have sadness, shock, action, laughter, love, and a touch of hotness all rolled into this out of the world must read book. The author literally has covered all bases in this one to show what an amazing gem of a book should look like.
I honestly have not read a book that was this empowered and sucked me into the story. She has opened up Pandora’s Box for sure. As the story starts to unfold she holds you by a string to where you can’t put it down, you will honestly become one with the book. I started to read this late at night and refused to put it down because I wanted to know what the next page would hold. I cannot tell you how many times I had the sitting on the edge of my seat factor while trying to figure out what was going on. You will seriously not know the details and situations until the author wants you to and even then it’s questionable what will happen. As soon as I thought I had everything figured out she threw another wrench into my opinion. Talk about an amazing rollercoaster ride. The details are laid out perfectly to keep an audience holding the end of the rope. This author is an evil genius by far and I can’t wait until the next book comes out. The bar is set high for the next one. This is one of my favorite books out there and I will be re-reading this one again and again.

 

Do what you love, love who you want, it’s your life, love it and live it.

My personal quote ~Without creativity, there is no passion and without passion there is no creativity~

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