Pale blue eyes as cold as ice that see right through you.
He’s hard.
He’s damaged.
He’s dangerous.
He lives in a castle fit for a fairy tale, but he’s no prince.
He’s savage.
He’s brutal.
He’s a killer.
By an act of fate, our worlds collide.
They call him a monster, but he is my salvation.
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L.A. Fiore is the author of several books including Beautifully Damaged,
Collecting the Pieces and His Light in the Dark. Her favorite movie is Star Wars, a love her son shares. They hope to build their own Millennium Falcon one day. She would like to meet the Winchester Boys to thank them for enlightening her on the versatility of salt as not just a food enhancer, but as protection from supernatural threats. And she thinks it would be interesting to be a zombie, to get an idea of what life is like as a brain-addicted fiend so she can be their voice to tell their side of the story. She lives in Pennsylvania with her husband and kids, their two spoiled cats and their awesome dog.
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My face heats over being caught even imagining such things. We’re at my
door and I have no recollection of entering the motel. Come on, Teresa. Stop
letting this guy get to you so bad. “Right.” I fish for the key card in my
pocket, but cease all movement when Will brushes his fingertips down my arm,
then trails them back up. Slow. And all the while, he invades my space,
eliminating inches at such a leisurely pace that I’m panting by the time our
mouths are a breath apart.
“What are you going to do when I close this door behind you, Teresa?” He
grazes my bottom lip with his teeth, making me gasp. “You going to get
undressed in front of the air conditioner, thinking it might cool you down
after teasing my cock for over an hour in the bar? It won’t. I give you five
minutes before you’re face down in bed, riding your own fingers.”
My knees threaten to buckle. “That’s my business.”
“Make it mine.”
Mayday. Mayday. “Will—”
He stops my admonishment with a drugging kiss, his tongue stroking in
and out of my mouth. His hands grip my elbows, lifting me up on my toes in
desperate degrees, meshing our bodies, our lips, until I’m moaning, letting him
have rough intercourse with my mouth. Just when I’m on the verge of giving in
and begging him to take me up against the door, he steps back, eyes glittering,
wiping away the moisture on his mouth with a wrist swipe. “I’ll be out on the
balcony. If you’re going to finger yourself in my honor, I want to listen.”
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Yep! Such a delightful mess I am! You want a dirty talking male who will make you go weak in the knees and want to submit to his every need? This is the book for you! Will is totally that man. Yes I am a cherry bursting mess after reading this book. Just go one click it cause you know you want to read about a sexy Will and what he does to Teresa that will forever be instilled in your brain and your knickers. Mystery, drama, sexy times and of course that romance we all want rolled into this story you will want to FOLLOW!
My cherries are still obliterated days later after reading this book.
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Tessa Bailey is originally from Carlsbad, California. The day after high school graduation, she packed her yearbook, ripped jeans, and laptop, and drove cross-country to New York City in under four days. Her most valuable life experiences were learned thereafter while waitressing at K-Dees, a Manhattan pub owned by her uncle. Inside those four walls, she met her husband, best friend, and discovered the magic of classic rock, managing to put herself through Kingsborough Community College and the English program at Pace University at the same time. Several stunted attempts to enter the work force as a journalist followed, but romance writing continued to demand her attention. She now lives in Long Island, New York with her husband and daughter. Although she is severely sleep-deprived, she is incredibly happy to be living her dream of writing about people falling in love. Website Facebook Twitter Instagram Goodreads
My name is Hunter O’Shea and I have a confession to make…I’ve met a girl who consumes me. I know that makes me sound completely whipped, but Mary “Lamb” Mitts has the power to bring me to my knees…it’s just too bad she hates my guts. But that’s okay, because I hate hers, too. The fiery redhead stirs something in me that I can’t explain.
This temporary insanity could be due to the fact my best friend, who used to be a bigger player than me, is getting married. That must be it. I’m caught up in an Oprah moment.
The only solution is to get back in the game and forget she exists. That theory is great—too bad I don’t want anyone else.
I…just…want…her.
I’m so screwed.
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Totally enjoyed this story! Love me some enemies to lovers. These characters that Author Monica James created of Hunter and Mary were amazing. Hunter at first to me was such a total meanie who was totally rude and I wanted to slap him upside the head with how he was towards Mary. But of course as I read on, I totally fell for Hunter. His and Mary's chemistry was a great balance. He is hard and rough, she is sweet and needs some of that rough naughtiness from Hunter. Loved how this story was written. Well thought out characters and a romance story worth reading. Go One Click it!
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Monica James spent her youth devouring the works of Anne Rice, William Shakespeare, and Emily Dickinson.
When she is not writing, Monica is busy running her own business, but she always finds a balance between the two. She enjoys writing honest, heartfelt, and turbulent stories, hoping to leave an imprint on her readers. She draws her inspiration from life.
She is a bestselling author in the U.S., Australia, Canada, France, Germany, Israel, and the U.K.
Monica James resides in Melbourne, Australia, with her wonderful family, and menagerie of animals. She is slightly obsessed with cats, chucks, and lip gloss, and secretly wishes she was a ninja on the weekends.
Something is happening and I have no idea what. Mary’s eyes drop to my lips before she uneasily licks hers. Her flushed cheeks, dilated pupils, and heavy breathing all point to one thing—but that’s not possible. This woman hates me, all delicious, lithe five-foot-four of her wants me dead.
So why is she not slapping my cheeks and calling me a dirty manwhore when I inch closer to her lips? And why am I not slamming on the brakes because I don’t kiss—ever, but that rule seems to be obsolete when the supplest pair of lips are a hairs breadth away?
I’m rolling in her perfume. Slathering it all over my body and inhaling it like a new drug. She is all goddess, and if I don’t touch her, I’m going to explode.
Placing my palm to her cheek, we both moan at the contact, and when she parts those lips, I’m as good as gone. “Hunter, wh-what are you doing?”
My name has never sounded sweeter. “Shortcake, I don’t know…you tell me.” The ball is in her court. I’m liquefying and my brain turned to mush about fifteen minutes ago, so I’m in no state to be the one calling the shots.
“I…I…” she fumbles, never breaking eye contact.
“You what?” I ask, tugging at the lobe of her ear, before tracing my pointer down her throat. Her pulse is hammering, a sure sign she’s about to either surrender, or flee.
“I…oh god,” she whimpers, biting her lip when I work my finger back up and paint over her jawline in a slow sweep.
“You have three seconds…three seconds to stop me before I part those lips with my tongue, and I won’t be gentle about it.”
From Wall Street Journal bestselling author Ilsa Madden-Mills comes a new standalone romance about a flawed hero and the woman he can’t forget.
Spider, a sexy and forbidden new standalone, arrives November 13th!
Title: SpiderAuthor: Ilsa Madden-MillsPublication Date: November 13th, 2017
Cover Designer: Shanoff Designs
Model: Amadeo Leandro
Photographer: Wong Sim
He calls himself Spider.
I just know him as the sinfully gorgeous guy with eyes of fire that fate places next to me on the airplane.
I didn’t who he really was . . . future rock star . . . my stepbrother.
He kissed me because he thought he’d never see me again. He would.
Everyone warned me about him.
They told me he was careless and ruthless and screwed up.
They said he’d leave me with a hole in my heart.
Maybe I should have listened.
Maybe I should have built a fortress to keep him out.
But I crumbled instead.
They say an unbreakable thread connects those who are destined to meet. If that’s true, then the moment he sat next to me, we were bound together forever.
He just had to figure it out before it’s too late…
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Ilsa Madden-Mills writes about strong heroines and sexy alpha males that sometimes you just want to slap.She's addicted to dystopian books and all things fantasy, including unicorns and sword-wielding females. Other fascinations include frothy coffee beverages, dark chocolate, Instagram, Ian Somerhalder (seriously hot), astronomy (she's a Gemini), and tattoos. She has a degree in English and a Master's in Education.When she's not pecking away on her computer, she shops for cool magnets and paints old furniture.
L.A. Fiore is the author of several books including Beautifully Damaged, 
