Perfect for fans of Keri Arthur and Bella Forrest, this short novel kicks off a sizzling new series in the award-winning Weird Girls saga as Celia’s sister Taran fights to have it all: independence, hot romance, and enough firepower to torch an army of blood-thirsty supernaturals.
Cursed by a spell meant to destroy them, Taran Wird and her sisters instead developed unique magical talents. With the power of fire and lightning literally at her fingertips, Taran doesn’t fear much. Demons, vamps, whatever—bring ’em on! Only one thing terrifies her: commitment.
Taran is crazy about her boyfriend, Gemini, a sexy were with the incredible ability to split into two separate wolves. But after watching her sister go through heartbreak with the pack’s Alpha, Taran knows not to count on happily ever after—despite Gemini’s desire to claim her as his mate. Reluctantly, she agrees to meet his very traditional and conservative parents. Taran’s a badass with a mouth to match, and Gemini loves her for it. She’s just not positive these attributes will please Mom and Dad.
Unsurprisingly, every attempt by Taran to bond with Gemini’s folks proves disastrous. But in the end, Taran finds that winning them over means unleashing her powers . . . and proving that this foul-mouthed fire-starter is a force to be reckoned with.
Morgan Young had a perfect upbringing, and now she’s got a perfect boyfriend
and a perfect future—until her twenty-first birthday changes everything. First
Morgan finds out, in the most painful way possible, that her relationship is a
sham. But that’s nothing compared to the nightmare about to unfold.
He needs Morgan to convince her father of the ugly truth. But first he has to
convince her, and he’ll do whatever it takes to get her to listen.
Confronted by the story of Tucker’s dark past, Morgan feels utterly compelled
to help him. And as their connection grows into a fierce bond fueled by raw
passion, Morgan finds herself falling for the wrong guy—but never has the
promise of love felt so right.
Tucker
Things aren’t exactly going my way. My breath burns heavy and hot in my lungs as I run. And run and run and run.
Not that I should have expected them to go smoothly. After years spent under my father’s command or seeking freedom from it, it’s eerily unsurprising to find I’ve landed myself in this much trouble just one day after getting released from prison.
Yeah. I said prison.
But I didn’t belong there.
I don’t intend on going back.
Working out in the yard at Baybrook Penitentiary, jogging the perimeter every chance I got, has paid off. Blood is drying on my shirt, the sting of broken flesh on my knuckles a physical reminder of what I am capable of. I dig deep and find the strength to run faster.
Now to find a car. I had a friend when I was on the outside. He owed me a favor. I cut across a yard and skirt a big wooden playground set with brightly colored plastic tubes and slides, wondering what it might have been like to grow up in a house like this. I wonder if the kids were protected. Safe. Loved.
But I don’t have time to do a postmortem on my childhood. Praying no one is looking out of a window, I leap a fence to an attached apartment complex and land on my feet on a crumbling pile of asphalt. The weeds are overgrown, the trees scraggly. There is junk in the yard and garbage in the lot proving that the people who live here don’t give a shit about appearances.
Or much of anything.
People like us have our reasons for feeling that way.
If Lady Luck is any friend at all, she’ll shine on me, and Mark’s Dodge Charger will be parked in exactly the same spot as when he and I used to break laws together. Minor laws. We didn’t kill anybody or anything.
I slink past a few other cars parked under a dilapidated awning, and spot Mark’s Dodge, Chelsea (named for an ex-girlfriend), parked outside of his garage. Similar to the real Chelsea, the car is dull and kind of dirty. But for my needs, the car may as well have a light from heaven shining upon her. This is a blessing when I need one most.
I calm my walk as I approach his driveway, edging along grass that needs mowed and taking a peek through a pair of partially open shabby curtains. My former good buddy is sprawled on his couch snoring, mouth wide open. I wonder if he was able to keep his job at the gravel pit, or if he was fired for one of many reasons he’d been fired from everywhere else. I smile as I remember the fun we had together. Feels like about a hundred years ago, even though it’s been more like two. “Fun” had been a rare commodity in my world back then, and right about now it is extinct.
I consider knocking on his door, asking if I can borrow Chelsea, but I don’t consider for long. The debate lasts exactly two seconds before I turn away from Mark’s window and walk to the car I’m about to appropriate for myself. She’s unlocked so I slide onto the seat and palm the steering wheel, ignoring the sting on my knuckles as I grip the wheel. I haven’t driven a car in a while—not since I stole my father’s Explorer one fated night, and being in the driver’s seat sends a rush of intoxicating freedom surging through my veins.
Freedom I can’t allow to be taken from me. Not again. Not ever.
I am prepared to hot-wire her, a handy trick, but then check the glove compartment—the stupidest place to keep a set of keys second only to the visor.
There, beneath the expired registration is a key taped to the vinyl cover of the owner’s manual.
Jackpot.
Before my luck runs out—given the way every other damn thing has worked out tonight, it very well might—I jam the key in the ignition and turn over her blubbering engine. Loud. Way too fucking loud.
As I back out of the driveway, Mark’s door swings open. He lumbers out, wearing boxers and nothing else, rubbing his eyes, his hair and beard scraggly. I stomp on the brakes and shift in to drive. Mark’s stark confusion fades and he smiles.
It’s as good as getting his permission. I jerk my chin in a silent good-bye and gun the engine. The fuel gauge reads three-quarters full, plenty of gas to get me to the shittiest convenience store I can find. I need supplies for where I’m going and if the place is shady enough, the clerk won’t bat an eyelash at my T-shirt covered in blood. One hand gripping the wheel, I keep my eyes on the road while searching the front and back for something to change into. Surely Mark has left a shirt or— My fingers curl around something cool and slick in the back seat and I pull it into my lap. The dark leather smells like pot, and has seen better days—like the nineties—but the jacket will have to do. At least it’ll cover my shirt.
My bleeding knuckles, however . . . I shake my hand out as I pass a Waffle House, several semis parked in the lot, the inside well lit—a little too well lit. Stopping even briefly to wash my hands is tempting, but risky. I settle for the napkins I spotted in the glove compartment when I was digging for the keys.
Alternating hands on the steering wheel, I wipe as gently as possible, grateful that most of the blood isn’t mine and consider I’m luckier than I gave myself credit for a moment ago. My father was always a fighter. I’ve seen him take down a man twice my size—one who was out-of-his-mind high. I shouldn’t have been a challenge for him tonight, but I had the element of surprise.
What I didn’t have was the proof I went to my childhood home to reclaim. The videotape that would exchange mine and my father’s places in the eyes of the law and anyone with a functioning conscious. The plan was to send him to prison, not send myself back. It was time. Jeremy is gone. Mom is safely out of the country.
But now . . . now I don’t know what the hell to do. Without proof of what he’s done, it’s my word against my father’s, and there’s no doubt who the masses will believe.
I have no idea how I’m going to get that tape. It isn’t as if I can go back and ring the doorbell. It’s not like I can go to the police and plead my side of the story.
There isn’t much sympathy for the ex-con who beats the police chief unconscious. Especially when the police chief is his father.
Nicki Cartwright is one snowflake away from losing her dazzling TV camera smile. Between her mother interfering in her non-existent love life, a spotlight-stealing co-worker, and the threat of the snow storm of the decade, Nicki wants nothing more than to run away to a tropical beach. Instead, she lets herself be talked into attending the McNair’s 50th anniversary party.
Randy Stephenson’s drive from Chicago was uneventful until a winter blast made the last thirty-something miles nearly impassable. By the time he makes it to his grandparent’s cabin, an anniversary party is the last thing he wanted to endure. But finding Nicki there, the girl he had always regretting leaving, makes him glad he came.
Turns out fate-or maybe just a set of scheming grandparents-has plans for them. Stranded at the cabin, alone and with no real party in sight, they’ll have to face old hurts and an electric attraction. Is great sex, a little honesty, and a potentially priceless painting enough to mend a broken heart?
Snow Effect
by Dena Garson
Series
n/a; standalone
Genre
Contemporary Romance
Publisher
Independent
Publication Date
April 20, 2016
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Will shy Tanwen find the courage to embrace all the forbidden pleasures that Master Adam has to offer, or will she continue to be a ‘good girl’ and deny herself the satisfaction and love she truly desires.
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The last thing a burlesque dancer should do is fall in love with a sexy special ops agent, especially when that puts her on the radar of the terrorist network he’s taking down.
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Despite the odds, their passion burns as the show must go on. Can these two see there is love to be had both under and away from the lights?
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For Hannah, coming home is the easy part. Finding herself, while searching for the right Dom to release her inhibitions will push her heart to its limits.
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Samantha Meyer—Sam, to her friends—is on a mission to find her late
grandmother’s necklace. The long-lost piece of jewelry is the only thing she
has left of Gram and Sam is determined to see that dream fulfilled before she
returns home to New Jersey and takes up the reins of the family business. But
she wasn’t counting on a sexy, surly painter to stand in her way.
Maggie Connolly has yet to develop her magical Talent. A late bloomer, her parents tell her. As the teasing she endures from her classmates worsens, Maggie realizes she can repel the magic of the half-demon Kody, who insists that her ability proves she has either angelic or demonic heritage.
Desperate for answers, Maggie forms an unlikely alliance with Kody, who once mocked her as much as everyone else. With his help, Maggie begins to manifest a power she cannot control.
Soon, Maggie is the focal point of a long-prophesied war between the angels and the demons, and she will have to choose her side.
The cover, inspired by a Tarot card (which ties into the story line), is designed by Shalis Stevens.
Talent For Death
by Beth Dolgner
Series
n/a; standalone
Genre
Young Adult
Fantasy
Publisher
Redglare Press
Release Date
June 7, 2016
About Beth Dolgner
Beth Dolgner started writing short stories at a young age, and having a journalism teacher for a dad certainly set her on the right track. After she graduated from Florida Atlantic University with her degree in Communications, Beth began working as a freelance writer, journalist and public relations representative.
Georgia Spirits and Specters, Beth’s first book, debuted in the spring of 2009 and was followed by Everyday Voodoo in 2010. She has a lifelong interest in the paranormal and is an active member of West Georgia Paranormal Investigations.
Beth made her fiction debut in October of 2011 with the paranormal romance “Ghost of a Threat,” the first in the Betty Boo, Ghost Hunter series.
In her free time, Beth enjoys traveling, sewing and riding motorcycles. She and her husband Ed live in Atlanta, Georgia, with their five cats. Beth is online at http://www.BethDolgner.com.
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Title: Alpha Wolf Need Not Apply
Author: Terry Spear
Series: Silver Town Wolf, #6
Pubdate: May 3rd, 2016
ISBN: 9781492621867
An alpha werewolf meets his match in this sizzling paranormal romance from USA Today bestselling author Terry Spear
THERE’S A NEW WOLF PACK IN SILVER TERRITORY
Wolf shifter and park ranger Eric Silver is committed to his job policing spectacular San Isabel National Forest, and he’s hot on the scent of some mysterious wolves who are up to no good. When Eric’s investigation leads him to cross paths with forester Pepper Grayling, he’s fascinated to learn this she-wolf is her pack’s leader—strong, independent, and definitely not looking for a mate.
AND THIS TIME THE LEADER’S A SHE…
With unknown dangers on the prowl, Pepper is tempted to give in to her attraction to Eric and align her pack with his. But Pepper’s been pursued by many an alpha male out to take over her pack and gain her hard-won territory—and Eric is a born leader. How does Eric earn the trust of a she-wolf who’s been betrayed so often in the past?
USA Today bestselling author Terry Spear has written over fifty paranormal and medieval Highland historical romances. In 2008 Heart of the Wolf was named a Publishers Weekly Best Book of the Year. A retired officer of the U.S. Army Reserves, Terry also creates award-winning teddy bears that have found homes all over the world and is raising two Havanese puppies. She lives in Crawford, Texas.
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An Excerpt from Alpha Wolf Need Not Apply
A couple of hours later, Susan called Pepper. “You are not going to believe this. You have to mate him, Pepper, or I will.”
“What did he do now?” Pepper assumed it was something positive, as excited as Susan sounded.
“He picked up groceries for you! I know I shouldn’t have, but I was curious and I asked to see what he had gotten for you and wow, some of the choicest cuts of steaks, more chocolate mousse pie, everything you’d want for breakfast, and a couple of bottles of wine. He even got you fixings for a lobster bisque he’s going to make. Sounds to me like he’s planning to stay for a while. Which would be a totally good thing, as far as I’m concerned. If he becomes a burden at your place, just send him over to mine. He can bring the groceries too.”
Lobster bisque? No wonder Susan was ready to grab the wolf and mate him.
“Anyway, he declined breakfast and said he’d throw something together at your place.”
Pepper was surprised to hear he had turned down breakfast at Susan’s place. Was he afraid Pepper would view it as Susan making a play for him? If so, he was a lot more intuitive than most guys she knew who, even if they hadn’t wanted anything to do with Susan romantically, would have at least enjoyed a home-cooked breakfast.
“Oh, and he said not to worry. He’d clean up afterward. He asked if you had a Crock-Pot. He said he was going to make his special lobster bisque, but the steaks? Another night maybe? I loaned him my Crock-Pot, in case yours wasn’t easy to find. Please tell me you don’t want him. I’ll let him down gently, and then I’ll do whatever I need to do to claim him.”
Pepper laughed. “Are you sure you could handle him?”
“Seriously? I’d definitely give it a shot. If you don’t want him for a pack leader mate, he’d still be a great addition to the pack—for protection, at the very least—if he were my mate.”
Pepper didn’t believe Eric would be happy as just a follower if he had the opportunity to be a leader. Even if he became a sub-leader, she was afraid that wouldn’t be enough. “He’s a leader at heart.”
“Right. So mate with him so I don’t have to embarrass myself.”
“How would you embarrass yourself?”
“He’s only got eyes for you. And I’d get turned down. You know how it is. A woman is just as hurt by rejection as a man. But I’d feel so much better about it if you caught him. You know we all loved Harold like a brother, but I’ve seen the way Eric is interested in you. And it’s not in the least bit brotherly. With me?” Susan sighed dramatically. “He’s just like Harold was with me. So tell me this business of Eric staying over is becoming a steady habit you don’t want to break.”
“Okay, Susan, part of me says he’s a good bet. That he would be the right one for me and for the pack.”
“Hot—”
“It’s forever you know.”
“Absolutely.”
“Not just for me, but for the whole pack. With Harold, everyone knew him from the time we were children. He was a known quantity. With Eric—”
“Yeah, yeah, so everyone knew Harold would do everything you said he’d do.”
Pepper let out her breath. “Harold didn’t ever want to take charge or suggest anything, even as much as I encouraged him to do so. He just wasn’t a leader. Even when he said he wanted to lead, he didn’t have the personality to make it happen. If I take a new mate, it means change. I won’t control everything with the pack.”
“You don’t think Eric could bring some fresh, new ideas to the pack that would improve things?”
“What if you or others in the pack don’t like his ideas?” What if he turned their whole pack upside down with his different notions?
“We’ll voice our opinion like we always do.”
“What if he doesn’t want to help lead the pack?”
“Fine, then he can just be your hot lover and mate and be part of the pack like the rest of us.”
A hot lover sure had its appeal. And if he could colead without taking over completely, Pepper would sure rethink having a mate. “I’ve got to go, Susan.”
“But you’re seriously considering it, right?”
“I’m…considering it.”
If you know me at all, you know that I love my paranormal reads. Terry Spear did not disappoint.
Pepper is the alpha of her pack but the truth is she finds it difficult to trust. You can’t really blame her. She is independent (which we don’t always see in were stories), powerful and leader of a pack. All of those things scream for a male to come in take over, right? Not. We see her dealing with a pain in the butt alpha who seems to think she is his for the taking.
When Eric comes around she thinks he is one more that wants to take her pack from her. However, Eric is different and it doesn’t take long for Pepper to realize it.
Great story that can be read as a standalone!