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Series: Russian Bratva by Hayley Faiman

Title: Collared by the Badman
Series: Russian Bratva Series 
Author: Hayley Faiman
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: September 24, 2018
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Sergei Orlov has lived a life of dark corruption. Denying himself any bit of normalcy and happiness as a way to protect his family—of blood or Bratva.
He’s seen as a savior to his men, living in darkness behind closed doors.
Raisa was a girl sold into a life of sexual servitude. Memories of her life before—forgotten. She aspires to be cherished by a man who will forever keep her as his own, never to be sold, abused, or traded again.
A favor asked, turns into something else, something unquestionably beautiful. Sergei cannot deny that Raisa stirs something inside of him. Something that he has never felt before.
One fractured savior. One shattered soul. When the two collide, their lives take on new meaning.

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Wicked Needs by L.A. Cotton

Wicked Needs, an all-new edgy, angsty, addictive YA/NA crossover from L. A. Cotton is releasing October 24th!

 

It’s a fine line between love and hate.

Bitch … Ice Queen … Frigid.

Macey Prince is no stranger to a nickname or two. The words once hurt, now they’re her armor. Being a Prince might be a life sentence she can never escape but Macey isn’t willing for her heart to be collateral again.

Then in a rare moment of weakness Macey lets someone in. Without realizing, she gives a piece of herself to him and it’s not long until he wants more. To uncover the girl behind cruel words and icy stares.

She should hate him.

She does hate him.

Anything less would be a disaster waiting to happen.

But sometimes the thing we hate is the thing we need most.

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Series: Hell’s Handlers MC by Lilly Atlas

Title: Jigsaw
Series: Hell’s Handlers MC
Author: Lilly Atlas
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: November 6, 2018

After being disappointed by her family one too many times, Izzy’s convinced the only person she needs is herself. Seeking a life with fewer relationships, she leaves the bustle of the city and moves to small-town Tennessee. Her plans for quiet and solitude don’t last long after she’s adopted by both the men and women of the Hell’s Handlers Motorcycle Club.
Once upon a time, Lincoln had a picture-perfect life. Sweet, loving wife, beautiful daughter, enviable career. But one fated night, it’s all wiped out, leaving him scarred both mentally and physically. Now known as Jigsaw, he’s a force to be reckoned with, and a valuable asset to the Hell’s Handlers MC. He’s also done. Done with love, done with dreams, done with women…unless it’s to work off some tension.
Despite their resolve to avoid entanglements, chemistry blazes between Jig and Izzy and becomes harder to resist with each encounter. When the club’s enemies set their sights on Izzy, the Handlers pull her even further into the fold. Everything Izzy believes about families is challenged as Jig and his club prove they can be counted on again and again.
Fighting side by side with a fearless woman, even one as smokin’ as Izzy, isn’t something Jig wants, but it might be exactly what he needs. If club business doesn’t destroy them, do Jig and Izzy stand a chance of letting their pasts go and finding happiness?

 

A full five minutes early for his appointment, Jigsaw shouldered through the door and into Inked, the one and only tattoo shop in Townsend, Tennessee. But even if it wasn’t, even if there was a shop on every corner, it’d be the best by far. Rip was a master with a tattoo machine who could bring anyone’s vision to life.
Maverick and Rocket filed in after him, immediately taking seats on the ratty couch butted up against the display window. His brothers had tagged along despite knowing how much Jig hated an audience for this.
He had a tat on his thigh that he added to every year on his wife and child’s birthdays which just happened to be only three days apart. Without fail, it put him in a shitty mood, and his brothers damn well knew it. But they couldn’t just leave him the fuck alone. They had to stick their fucking noses in his shit and follow him, so he didn’t “do something stupid.”
Every damn year.
Assholes.
“Hey, Jig,” Rip called out. “Lemme talk to you for a second.” He stepped from behind the privacy curtain pulled around his customer. To say the shop was simple would be a ridiculous understatement. Inked about as no-frills as it came, with two tattoo chairs, a reception desk, a second-hand couch and a few sketches on the wall. Rip didn’t give a shit about the décor or ambiance. He gave damn good ink and had the reputation to prove it.
“What’s up, Rip?” Jig asked after Rip waddled his large frame cross the shop.
“Hey, I’m running about forty-five minutes behind, man. I’m sorry.” Rip gave Jig a sheepish half smile.
From the couch, Maverick laughed and rubbed his hands together. “Woohoo, does this mean Jig gets to have his face inked on you?”
Not one to find much shit funny, Jig snorted. Rip was a bit of a psycho when it came to lateness. Threatened to tattoo his face on a client if they were late to their appointment. He’d done it before too, the bastard. That was the reason Jig never let himself be later than five minutes early. Last thing he needed was Rip’s ugly mug on his ass cheek.
“I really am sorry, man,” Rip said. He ran a hand through his hair and shifted uncomfortably, seeming flustered which wasn’t him.
“Everything good?” Jig asked.
Rip lowered his voice. “Yeah, just had this broad come in crying a few minutes ago. Breast cancer survivor who recently had some reconstructive surgery. Wanted me to ink nipples on her.”
“Well fuck me, Rip,” Mav said. “Why didn’t you start with that? Now I feel like an ass for ragging on you.”
With a shrug, Rip swiped the back of his hand across his forehead. “Shit, I’m sweating, guys. This is a lot of pressure.”
This time, Jig let out a small laugh. “You did all our Hell’s Handlers back pieces without blinking an eye, and you’re afraid of some nipples?”
“It’s a big deal,” Rip grumbled.
Jig slapped him on the back. “Hey, man, no worries. I can reschedule.” In reality, the change to his schedule pissed him off, but what the fuck could he do? He wasn’t about to be the asshole who pulled Rip away from a cancer survivor. Jig might be an unfeeling bastard, but he wasn’t a robot.
“Nah, not necessary,” Rip said as he walked toward the desk. “I got someone else who can do it.”
Jig froze and scanned the shop. It was then he realized there was a curtain pulled around the second chair as well. Muffled voices could be heard from behind the fabric wall but not well enough to make out what was being said. “You telling me you actually hired some help?”
For the past two years, Rip had been saying he needed to hire a second artist. Ever the control freak, no one actually thought he’d let another professional into his shop. He found fault with every other artist out there.
“Yeah, I did. They’re just finishing up the aftercare convo. Then you can meet ’em.”
“I don’t know.” Jig frowned. No one but Rip had gone near his skin with ink and needle.
“They’re good, Jig. Wouldn’ta hired ’em otherwise. Trained ’em myself actually. Years ago. Take a look at some of their work.” He dug around behind his desk and pulled out a beat-up binder, laying it out on the counter.
Like a bunch of teenage chicks who didn’t want to miss out on the gossip, Mav and Rocket hopped up to join him at the counter.
Mav, who had more inked skin than not, whistled. “Shit, Rip. These are fucking amazing. This guy might do better work than you.”
It was meant as a joke, but Rip snorted and nodded. There was definite truth to Maverick’s words. The lines were so precise, the images so vivid and perfect it was hard to believe they were done by a human hand. One of the photos was a butterfly that literally looked like it was lifting off some chick’s shoulder. Amazing.
“Give ’em a shot,” Rip said. “Promise they’ll do you right.”
Jig sighed and rubbed a hand across his jaw. Time to trim his beard. He’d gotten lazy the past few weeks and had let the beard get a little out of control. He always kept some amount of growth because it covered the bottom third of his scar, but he tried to keep it neat. Most of the time. “All right, man. Let’s do it.”
Seemed like Rip was really trying to push the new guy. Probably trying to build up his clientele. If the work in his portfolio was an accurate reflection of the guy’s skill, he’d be a fool to turn down this artist.
“Great.” Rip’s yellow-toothed smile beamed. “Oh, here she comes now.”
“Wait, what?”
She?
Maverick coughed in a weak attempt to cover his laughter, but it quickly turned to a gasp.
Oh yeah,” he said. “That one’ll do you right, Jig.”
“Holy fuck,” Rocket whispered.
Rip wore a shit-eating grin, the fuckstick. He’d purposefully misled them into thinking it was a dude. Jig didn’t want some bitch getting anywhere near him with a needle. He flipped his brothers off and spun to check out this lady tattoo artist for himself.
Ho-ly shiite.
About five-eight inches—and that was without the four-inch stilettos—of pure sex and sin strutted her way straight toward him. Somehow, this woman had poured herself into the tightest black leather pants he’d ever seen. They molded around her long, shapely legs and damn if he didn’t wish for her to turn around. He just bet she had a stellar ass that would only be enhanced by the grip of soft leather.
With each step, the back and forth sway of her hips drew his eye like he was watching the pendulum of a clock swing side to side. Forcing his gaze from her hips, he trailed it upward, not oblivious to the tight black tank top that cupped her breasts as snugly as the leather cupped her thighs.
“Hey, boys,” she said, her voice on the lower side. Husky, he’d call it.
Mav whistled. “Damn, woman. And I say this in a totally non-creepy, non-flirting way because I have a woman that would shoot off my junk if I so much as hit on another chick, but you are some kinda fucking gorgeous.”
Jig clenched his teeth together as the new lady tattoo artist threw her head back and laughed. Fucking Maverick. Flirting and charming woman was just part of his DNA. He truly meant it when he said he wasn’t hitting on her. The man just couldn’t let a beautiful woman walk away without her knowing she was gorgeous.
“Aren’t you the charmer,” she said, placing her hands on those fantastic hips.
Damn her body was out of this world. Not skinny, not even too curvy, it was more…athletic. Sleek lines, the swell of muscles in her arms, flat stomach. The girl must spend some serious hours in the gym.
“Guys, this here is Isabella. I taught her everything she knew about ten years ago. She finally agreed to move here and work with me.” Rip beamed with pride as he introduced his protégé.
“Please,” she said. “Call me Izzy. One of you boys looking for some ink?”
Fuck no.
Wasn’t happening.
Rocket cleared his throat like he had a whole steak lodged in there. If the asshole wasn’t careful, he’d have Jig’s fist lodged in there instead.
A hand slapped down on his shoulder. “My man Jig here needs some ink.”
Fuckin’ Maverick.
“Don’t want to mess up your schedule,” Jig said. “I’ll come back when Rip can fit me in.”
Rips face fell making Jig feel like scum. Wasn’t the shop owner’s fault that Jig wanted nothing to do with most women. Unless he was fucking them. That was pretty much the only time he associated with them. Of course, his brother’s ol’ ladies couldn’t seem to leave his ass alone. Always trying to bring him food, fix him up, and acting like freaking mother hens around him.
Especially Mav’s woman, Stephanie. He’d helped rescue her from a fucking psycho not long ago, and he seemed to have become her special project.
“Oh, I’ll, uh, check my book.” Rip waddled behind his desk and flipped through his old-school appointment book.
Izzy’s dark, almost black eyes just stared at him, hands on her hips, earning her Jig’s scowl. Who the hell did this bitch think she was?
Instead of caving under his murderous glare, one of her perfect black eyebrows arched high into her forehead. “You afraid your dick will invert if a woman puts some ink on you?”
She had a set of balls, he’d give her that much. “Nah, I—”
“I’ve inked hundreds, actually thousands of dudes.” She gasped and covered her mouth with her unpolished fingertips. “Shit, I’ve even tatted some bikers.”
Behind him, Mav and Rocket chuckled. Fuckers were enjoying this way too much.
Izzy leaned closer and dropped her volume. “Promise you, Bubba, not one of those guys grew a pussy because I was the one holding the needle.”
A strangled sound came from Rocket, and Maverick flat out laughed. Rip joined in, and soon the three of them were howling like a bunch of fucking hyenas.
Goddamnit. Not only had she interrupted him, sassed him, and tossed attitude at him, she’d thrown down a challenge. His damned male pride left him no choice.
“Show me to your chair,” he grumbled.
A massive grin of victory broke out across her gorgeous face. “Follow me, Bubba,” she said as she spun on one of those pencil-thin heels then sashayed to her station.
And fuck if he didn’t feel a twitch of his dick and a twitch of his lips. Where his cock’s interest came from, he had no idea. Miss Izzy couldn’t be further from his usual type.
He liked ‘em blonde, blue-eyed, small, sweet, and docile. Not tall, dark-haired, and mouthy. She’d even shaved the sides of her head, adding to her badass-bitch look.
But as he watched the very long tail of a tight braid swinging back and forth across the top of what was without a doubt a stellar ass, he couldn’t deny the animal attraction to her.
Fuck.
This was gonna be a shitty few hours.
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Perfectly Flawed by Dani René

Title: Perfectly Flawed
Author: Dani René
Genre: New Adult Romance Standalone
Release Date: September 24, 2018

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I was fourteen when I met him, danced with him, and fell for him. 
I was sixteen when Ryder left me with a forbidden promise. 
Now I’m twenty, and he’s back, but he has a secret. 
 
I walked out as the boy Piper had loved for far too long. 
Now I’m back as a man who’s broken, angry, and flawed. 
Yet, each time she looks at me, it’s as if I’m perfect.
 
Can we have a second chance at love?
Or will our next dance be our last?
 
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On a daily basis, she has a few hundred characters, storylines, and ideas floating around in her head. From the feisty heroines she delivers to the dark, dominant alphas that grace the pages of her books, she promises light in a world filled with danger and darkness.
 
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Series: Devil’s Reach by J.L. Drake Includes- Trigger 📕Reviewed📕, Demons📕Reviewed📕, & Unleashed (Coming-Soon)

 

 

Title: Unleashed
Series: Devil’s Reach #3
Author: J.L. Drake
Publisher: Limitless Publishing LLC
Genre: MC Romance
Cover Design: Deranged Doctor Designs
Photo: Lane Dorsey
Model: Josh Mario John
Release Date: October 30, 2018

 

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Trigger
Tess was under the Devil’s watch while I suffered behind bars with my demons…
The ace in my pocket brings power, and the temptation to flip overwhelms me.
I’m playingchicken with the reaper, and it’s only feeding his thirst. The smell of blood is a drug. It fuels me. Consumes me.
I am lost.
Tess
The Devil stole me, but I refuse to belong to someone else.
I’m a fighter.
I will do whatever it takes to get back to my family.
Treachery and betrayal surround us.
The only way out is to turn the greatest loss into the greatest victory.

 

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Wow. It has been a while since I have read such an enjoyable MC story. Two broken people, but for totally different reasons might find some kind of love between themselves.
 
Trigger is the prez of the bike club. He is emotionally stunted and is very deadly. But his MC is his family and life.
 
Tessa is friends with the vice prez and is hiding out from them. Them being an ex and her mother. When Trigger and she decide to get close but no emotions. Sometimes things don’t always work out.
 
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So this book starts where Trigger ended. Trigger is on a rampage and Tess has run off to where she never wanted to go back to.
 
Tess is back at her mother’s place which we find out is a brothel kind of place, and Clark is there. Tess hates it there but has no choice right now but to be there. We learn a lot about Tess and her past. It is very emotional and hard to read at some parts.
 
Trigger is back to being himself before Tess. He is also trying to find his father. Everyone in his crew wants Tess back but they also know they need to tread lightly when it comes to bringing her up since they know Trigger is walking a thin line where she is involved.
 
I loved this story and couldn’t put it down. I am excited to see what the next one brings us. The ending is unbelievable. I voluntarily read an advanced reader copy for my honest review.

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An avid reader of James Patterson, J.L. Drake has often
found herself inspired by his many stories of mystery and intrigue.

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Series: Linear Tactical by Janie Crouch Includes- Cyclone, Eagle, and Shamrock

 

Title: Cyclone
Series: Linear Tactical Series #1
Author: Janie Crouch
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Cover Design: Deranged Doctor Design
Release Date: September 25, 2018

 

Blurb

 

He’d protect her from any threat…

But what if the biggest threat is him?

Doctor Anne Nichols is back in Oak Creek, Wyoming, only because she has no other options. Here, she was always the shy, stuttering girl, invisible to everyone. 
Except Zac Mackay. The very reason she left in the first place.
Zac’s years in Special Forces taught him survival skills, and he’s created a company—Linear Tactical—to teach those skills to others, so they never have to live in fear.
Then why is Annie, the last person he’d ever want to hurt, afraid
of him
Zac’s determined to wipe the fear from the eyes of the woman who has never been far from his mind. And fix the mistakes—his mistakes—that put that look there in the first place. 
But a predator has set his sights on Annie. And now survival
skills
 will become much more than lessons…

 

 

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Title: Eagle
Series: Linear Tactical Series #2
Author: Janie Crouch
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Cover Design: Deranged Doctor Design
Release Date: October 30, 2018

 

Blurb

 

He’s fighting for what’s right…
She’s fighting just to survive…


When former Special Forces soldier Finn Bollinger is asked to help with a deadly government mission, he’s up for the
task. His job teaching survival skills to civilians at Linear Tactical keeps him sharp, and he can still handle himself in the field.

But the Army damn well didn’t teach Finn how to handle Charlotte Devereux. She’s back and she’s all sorts of bad news.
Charlotte can’t change the past. Can’t change the choices she made or the fact that they cost her everything. All she can do is endure the fallout. Even if that means putting her future in the hands of Finn, the man who has every right to want to destroy her.
And can in so many more ways than he thinks.
When the undercover mission goes impossibly wrong, they’ll all have to depend on Charlotte’s strength in order to survive. But everyone has a breaking point…

 

 

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Title: Shamrock
Series: Linear Tactical Series #3
Author: Janie Crouch
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Cover Design: Deranged Doctor Design
Release Date: December 4, 2018
Blurb

Every mission has a price.

He never meant for her to pay it.
Aiden Teague had never left a fallen comrade behind, not during his years in the Special Forces nor afterwards as part of Linear Tactical. But he’s forced to do so in an undercover mission gone wrong, leaving a woman trapped in a human trafficking ring. 
Violet Collingwood learned in the most brutal way possible that no one is promised a happy ending.
She knows Aiden blames himself, at least in part, for what happened to her at the hands of the traffickers, but she refuses to let her abduction define the rest of her life.
She won’t be a victim again.  And she’s going after what she wants: Aiden.
Watching Violet transform herself into a fierce warrior is the sexiest thing Aiden has ever seen. The honorable plan would be to stay away from her—let her heal and grow without the shadow of his mistakes clouding her progress—even though every instinct tells him to claim her for his own. 
But when they discover the danger they thought they’d left behind is closer than ever, they’ll have to confront their fears and fight side-by-side in order to survive.

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USA TODAY bestselling author Janie Crouch writes what she loves to read: passionate romantic suspense.  She is a winner and/or finalist of multiple romance literary awards including the Golden Quill Award for Best Romantic Suspense, the National Reader’s Choice Award, and the RITA© Award by the Romance Writers of America.
Janie recently relocated with her husband and their four teenagers to Germany (due to her husband’s job as support for the U.S. Military), after living in Virginia for nearly 20 years. When she’s not listening to the voices in her head—and even
when she is—she enjoys engaging in all sorts of crazy adventures (200-mile relay races; Ironman Triathlons, treks to Mt. Everest Base Camp) traveling, and movies of all kinds. 

 

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Prophet by S.M. West

 

Title: Prophet
Author: S.M. West
Genre: Enemies-to-lovers Romance
Cover Design: RBA
Photo: Eric Battershell
Model: Johnny Kane
Release Date: September 14, 2018
Blurb
Money is my mistress.
Solving problems, my trade.
Until the tables
turn, and trouble finds me.
Now on the run, I need a plan.
But not before I’m blindsided by a pain-in-the-ass stranger.
Maggie.
Curves, startling blue eyes, and she hates me.
I don’t trust her and
with good reason.
My plan is simple: use her.
Then I kiss her. Touch her.
Crave her.
She was my way out,
now she’s my downfall.
Prophet is
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With less than three feet to the elevator, the doors roll open. Relief floods my veins,
cooling my hot, churning insides, but the feeling withers when long legs, curves, and tumbling raven locks consume my vision.
Maggie.
My insides are atomic, hot and fracturing into a million shards of emotion.
Anger slices my gut like a blade. This woman keeps popping up at the most inconvenient times.
Confusion.
With her long cornflower-blue dress and leather jacket, hands laden with grocery bags, she is so out of place amidst the chaos.
Unease. I want her gone with a blink of an eye. Guys with guns are breathing down my back, and she’s now in the line of fire.
Resentment.
What if she isn’t in harm’s way but also here for me? There’s no evidence to suggest she’s carrying out orders, but it would be a mistake to dismiss the idea.
My competing thoughts only make it harder to concentrate. I’ve got bigger problems with Drago’s men gaining on me.
I dive for the elevator, shielding her and we crash to the floor. I may not trust her, but I won’t have her blood on my hands. And if she’s here for me too, then I’ll deal with her.
“Get off me!” She pushes at my chest, oblivious to the danger.
I jump to standing and press my finger on the close button. Two Russian behemoths run our way, surprisingly fast for their size.
“Oh my God!” Her eyes widen at the guns aimed at us. “Shut the door!”
“What the fuck do you think I’m doing?”
My finger threatens to snap at the pressure I have on the button, and I prepare to fight
if they get in the elevator.
The big guy on the left pulls the trigger and the bullet hits the wall. Her scream pierces the confined space and she wedges herself into the corner of the tin can.
Terrified eyes bore into me as if I’m shooting at her and the elevator doors slide closed, separating us from the men.
I sink to the floor and rest my head on the wall for a beat or two, struggling to gain composure. It’s short-lived with the heat of her savage glare burning my skin.
She slides her back up the wall, using it for support. “What the hell is going on? Why are they shooting at me?”
Her frenetic tone pinches at whatever is left of my patience, and I mash my lips together to keep from losing it. I could have left her in the hall with those assholes. They wouldn’t have thought twice about killing her.
Fruit—oranges,
lemons, avocados and bananas—litters the floor along with fresh meat, a box of
Oreos, and other groceries.
Needing a moment of peace, I close my eyes, licking my dry lips. It’s a mistake. She lunges for me, feral and violent, shoving at my chest. Her eyes are glassy with unshed tears, her long hair wild and cheeks flaming.
“Answer me, dammit!” She beats on me; her blows hurt, but not nearly as much as a bullet would. “How the hell are we going to get out of here alive?”

 

 

 

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S.M. West writes contemporary romance, romantic suspense, erotica and whatever her heart desires. She spends most of her time juggling a day job, being a mom, wife, and writing. She’s a self-professed junkie of many things, including a voracious
fan of music, a born wanderer, a wine aficionado and chocolate connoisseur.

 

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