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Some things, though, are just not what they seem … Requital (California Dreaming Series) Romantic Suspense By Stacey Johnston Book Rebrand B

Requital (California Dreaming Series) Romantic Suspense By Author Stacey Johnston Book Rebrand Blitz

Death has a way of changing a man, especially when it occurs unexpectedly.

When I lost my wife and daughter seventeen years ago, their deaths consumed me, and my world crumbled. I became a shadow of the man I once was, dedicating my life to my work within the CIA … until I met Emily Proctor.

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Hounds of Hell MC 4: Ryder ~ Available today!

I’m not the settling type, but she’s in my heart. I’ll protect her from the Mafia or die trying…

Margot -- I've loved Ryder since we were kids, but he's never been the type to stick with anyone for long. Being a deputy sheriff means I see the world differently--by the law. He’s the opposite. The Mafia took my father from me. When they return to threaten everything I care about, including Ryder, I realize the line between right and wrong isn’t so clear. If we’re going to survive this, I’ll need Ryder’s strength. Maybe this time, we’ll face danger together.

Ryder -- Margot’s been right in front of me for years, but I’m the guy who never sticks around. Commitment? Not for me. Now she’s all I see. When the Mafia comes after the Hounds, everything is at stake. Margot’s not just a deputy sheriff -- she’s the woman I’ve always needed. The woman I love. I’ll die before I let anything happen to her.

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You'll also find pre-order links for Amazon, Apple, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, Smashwords & Vivlio where it will be available on 10/31!

Enter my October Giveaway! (If you select 'fanfics' you'll get a newsletter with all my published titles but you'll also get updates on my fanfics and you'll get the chapters before they post here or anywhere else. Also, planning to do some extras like deleted scenes, extra scenes, and more!)

Excerpt

With the efficiency of a SWAT team, she ordered lunch, paid for it, and had them tucked away at a small table in the corner, enjoying burgers and fries.

“What’s that?” Ryder pointed at the tall, covered cup.

“Strawberry shake. They’ve always had the best shakes here. You want one?”

“Nah,” Ryder said. “Just a little concerned, is all. You’re starting with milkshakes. Milkshakes lead to donuts. Next thing you know, you’re going to lose your girlish figure and you’ll be stuck running radar out by the interstate.”

Margot laughed, a high, lovely sound. “Don’t worry about my girlish figure.”

“I like your girlish figure,” Ryder said, grinning.

“Since when?” A little of the humor faded from her expression at that. “I’m probably the only non-relative female you haven’t slept with in a hundred-mile radius.”

“More like a 50-mile radius,” Ryder said.

But he hadn’t been lying when he said he liked her figure. Margot was just about perfect. Nice rack. Great ass. A killer smile made all the more adorable for her dark eyes and the freckles across the bridge of her nose.

Margot had a good head on her shoulders, too. He enjoyed talking to her, their playful banter. He couldn’t imagine a world where he couldn’t have these light-hearted conversations with Mercy’s newest deputy sheriff.

“It doesn’t bother you to be having lunch with a biker?” He couldn’t resist asking.

“It doesn’t bother you that you’re having lunch with a cop?” Margo eyed him. “How did you get to town?”

“Rode my bike,” Ryder said. “Might not have been my best idea. I mean, I was okay getting here. Not sure how getting back is going to go.”

“How long are you going to stay?” Margot’s dark-eyed gaze stayed on him.

Shrugging a shoulder, Ryder finished off a French fry. “I’d like to finish the day out,” he admitted. “But now that I’m sitting here, I’m feeling pretty fucking tired.”

It was the truth and he’d never been good at keeping that from her. His friend’s gaze was knowing.

“Why don’t we take you home after lunch? I’d be glad to drive you back.”

Ryder knew she would. But he would disappoint himself if he left after lunch to go home and climb back into bed in that lonely, quiet house. Shaking his head, he ate another fry, thought it over.

“I’m tired. Just not sure I’m tired enough to go back to the house and hang out by myself.”

More concern bled into her expression. “At least take a nap in the lounge or something. No one’s going to give you shit for it. You almost died.”

He had. Axel and Hero both cut him worried looks the entire time he’d been there, working on that engine. Margot had a point.

“Well, with me getting back on my feet, let me know if you need help with anything at the house.” He meant it. “Clyde was as bad as you about never wanting to bother anyone. If you need help with anything, I’m right here.”

Margot nodded, eating her burger. After a moment, her gaze met his. Her dark eyes were glossy.

“I still can’t believe he’s gone, Ryder,” she said quietly. “No warning. Just gone.”

Reaching across the table, he covered her hand with his. Some emotion flashed in her eyes, but it was gone as quickly as it came.

“He loved you more than anything,” he said. “Clyde was so proud of you.”

A tear spilled down her cheek at the words. “I know he was. It’s just… I worked so hard to find a job back over here in Mercy so I could be with him, help him as he got older. And now he’s gone. Shot by some mafia asshole like he was nothing.”

Swiping at her tears with her free hand, Margot tried to regain her composure.

“Clyde didn’t deserve that. And I wish my brother had been able to take that asshole out. Slow. But Sawyer was there and now the bastard’s in jail.”

That stopped her cold. Carefully, she moved her hand out from under his, shaking her head. “Don’t say that. He’ll pay for what he did in the system. Spend a long time in jail. He’ll think about what he did.”

“Will he?” Ryder asked. “He’s part of a criminal organization, Margot. They have a lot of resources. Maybe he’ll go to jail, but he won’t think a second about your father. He won’t be sitting up in some jail cell regretting his crimes either.”

He didn’t like the way her confidence waned, but he had to say it. “He’ll be trying to find a way out of there. And when he does, he’ll be looking for some payback and he’ll have his entire crime family at his back.”

Margot’s spine straightened where she sat, meeting his gaze squarely. “I have faith in the system. That man will pay for what he’s done.”

Ryder wasn’t so sure about that. He didn’t give a shit about the system. “He will pay,” Ryder said, hoping that he’d be the one to mete out that retribution. What he wouldn’t give to have a shot at the sons-of-bitches who killed Clyde Donner and Morgan Davis. Who tried to kill him.

He had faith in Margot. She’d been through the training, worked in the next county over. Margot knew what she was doing. But she was new enough that she still thought the criminal justice system infallible. Had she ever had dealings with big crime families? Did she understand what she was getting into?

Worse, he worried that the loss of her father would cause her to make a decision that would put her in harm’s way.

“Okay,” she said, her dark-eyed gaze on him. “If you won’t let me drive you back home and you insist on trying to stay at the garage, I’ll make you an offer. If you’re too tired to ride back to the country, you can crash at the house. I don’t have a spare key on me. But I have one. I’ll leave it under that old stone squirrel my dad loved.”

Always looking after him. What would he have done all those long weeks after he’d gotten out of the hospital without her? Axel had been the one to help him change his bandages, got him in the shower. Margot took care of most everything else from changing his bedding and keeping up the house, to bringing him groceries and leaving him meals he could warm up and eat. She’d taken care of him, her daily visits something he looked forward to.

What he’d done to deserve her, he didn’t know. Maybe she needed to stay busy to deal with her own loss.

“Sounds good,” Ryder said after a moment. “In case I haven’t told you, thank you. For everything. I’m not sure why you took it upon yourself to take care of my dumb ass but I’m grateful.”

Soft pink darkened her face. “You’re welcome.”

Something occurred to him. “Wait. You’re working the day shift,” he pointed out. “Where are you going to be later that you need to leave me a key?”

“Tonight’s my first class,” Margot reminded him.

“That’s right,” he said. “Your self-defense class.” She’d been so excited about it, telling him about what she had planned over the last few weeks. “I think Sadie signed up for it.”

“She did,” Margot said, smiling. “I think it will be good for her after everything she’d been through. And I was surprised. The day we got you back into the hospital, she came with Axel. We had a minute in the hall, and she was just… apologizing to me for my dad. She was blaming herself because it was her ex that killed him. But it wasn’t her fault.”

“No, it wasn’t,” Ryder said. “I think your class will help her.”

Something about the smile she cut him had his heart skipping a beat. Margot was a pretty woman. He’d always thought so. Unlike most of the girls he went around with, Margot didn’t do a lot to emphasize her natural beauty. Her nails were unpainted and short, and she wore only a hint of makeup most days. Her hair was put up in a precise bun, glossy and neat. Her uniform always pressed.

Yeah, sure. He’d seen Margot many times in her street clothes. She always favored jeans and simple tops. Her hair was usually pulled back into a ponytail and those days she didn’t wear any makeup. Not that she needed it. She was clearly comfortable in her own skin without all the paint and other enhancements women used to boost their femininity.

Her confidence was sexy as hell. Funny, considering Margot didn’t see herself that way. She didn’t realize she had the cutest ass, and her confident stride showed it off. What would Margot look like in a bikini, stretched out on a towel on the beach?

Shaking his head to clear it, he grinned. “Thanks for the offer of a place to stay,” he said. “Might take you up on it.”

Margot smiled. “Please do.”

The flirty little way she said that had him thinking thoughts he had no business thinking about his best friend.

[dillydandydaisy]

Cursed in your Orbit

Part 1

New city, same broke Y/N.

YN screeched, “Five hundred dollars?!” She threw her hands up. “I don’t see platinum joints in the walls or gold bricks lining the floors!”

She knew she was being dramatic, but someone had to say it.

The realtor, a guy with sharp sun-kissed features and dressed in all-black urban streetwear, squinted at her like she’d never paid rent before. “And how much did you pay for your last place, little lady?”

“Four hundred. For a 900 square foot concrete box with more holes than I have fingers. Oh, and a 24/7 view of my big-bellied neighbour on life support who thought he was the pornstar of my dreams. Never forgot to flaunt those hairy curves.”

The sunny man visibly gagged, shaking his head. “Right. So, compared to that, this place is a steal. No pervy neighbors. One-bedroom, kitchen, attached bath. Plus, a basement you could use for work or...”

He gave her a once-over. Twice.

...garage. Not that you have a car."

Rude. Also not wrong. Still rude.

Unbothered, he leaned back against the doorway, arms crossed. “And for your kind of work? This area is a gold mine.”

She blinked. “Therapy?”

“Exactly.” His eyes gleamed in the sunlight filtering through the cracked window. “A guy got murdered here just last week. Cold blood.”

Red flag. Huge one. Waving right in her face. 4K

He leaned in, like this was the best sales pitch in the world. “Low-cost living, high trauma. Gym down the street full of men and women with emotional damage and zero coping skills. Gangsters, goons, unhealed childhoods. You’re surrounded by walking case studies. Play it smart, you’ll be cashing in.”

Y/N nodded slowly, while her mind spun faster than the cracked ceiling fan above.

Later, at a dingy café with even dingier coffee, Y/N pulled out a napkin and scribbled a list:

Pros:

Cheap rent

No hairy curve-flashing neighbors

Free crime stories for dinner talk

Work in basement = cool

Cons:

Possible ghost

Definite murder

Gym full of potential murderers

May die

She sipped the watery coffee. It tasted like regret. Or maybe beggars really can’t be choosers.

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Twenty-four floors above the crumbling city, Jungkook lounged in his leather chair, one boot resting casually on the windowsill. In his tattooed hand, a glass of dark liquor swirled as neon lights flickered across his face, cutting shadows into the sharp angles of his jaw. The skyline blinked like it owed him money.

Things were going too well.

“They’re celebrating, Taehyung,” he muttered, watching the grainy feed on the screen. His enemy, Brad's crew, hooting around crates like they’d just unlocked military-grade loot in a video game. “Those dumbasses think they scored premium Russian stock.”

Taehyung scoffed. “Premium? Bro, I wouldn’t trust those guns to shoot a water balloon from two feet. They jam if you sneeze near ’em.”

“Exactly,” Jungkook grinned, cruel and gleaming. “Third-grade polymer, stuffed with recycled metal, painted like they’ve seen war. And the cherry on top? They paid for it with a loan… from a Shell company under my false name. 50% interest rate. But of course, they don’t know that yet.”

Taehyung raised a brow, smirking. “Using your money to buy your fake guns to wage war against you. That’s fucking Shakespearean.”

“Nah,” Jungkook said, sipping slow, “that’s just business with extra glitter.”

A waitress dressed skimpily slid by, carrying whiskey and dead dreams. No one looked at her. The room was full of better distractions: drugs, drinks, bodies, and sin. But for Jungkook, the real high came from watching stupid men dig their own graves with polished shovels.

He rewound the video. One of Brad's men held a rifle to the light, nodding like it was divine. Jungkook hit record. “Make sure we film the moment these toys jam on them. I want a full fucking highlight reel. Send it to them with a fruit basket later.”

Taehyung snorted. “Operation Dumbass Deluxe in full swing.”

“Oh yeah,” Jungkook said, voice low and smug. “And get this...before they took the guns, they signed a supply agreement. Buried clause, bottom line, unread. They basically sold me the rights to two coastal cities if they default.”

“You’re kidding.”

“They won’t read it until it’s already mine.”

Silence fell, heavy, the kind that comes just before gunshots or bad decisions.

Taehyung chuckled. “You’re a bastard.”

Jungkook smiled slow and shark-like. “But an efficient one.”

He turned back to the window. The city looked small from up here. Like something he could fold and put in his pocket.

“Double the security on the west blocks. When these idiots realize the guns don’t work, they’ll panic. Try to retaliate...fast and dirty.”

“Landmines or snipers?”

“Both. And a drone. I want a drone hovering over them playing circus music when they try to fire those guns.”

Taehyung was still laughing when he left the room.

Jungkook stayed behind, watching the skyline like a man admiring his own reflection. This city ran on blood and bad decisions, and he owned both.

The floor below thumped with bass and bodies. His men were getting high on power, flesh, and illusions. But he? He got high on control.

And somewhere, way across the city, a young therapist with a cracked phone, student debts, and a chip on her shoulder was signing a lease.

Did she know the building sat on the edge of a war zone?

Did she know her future clients included half the city’s most broken criminals?

Not yet. Would it change her mind if she knew her place was built on the hotspot of an active volcano dressed as a human?

Nope.

After all, student debts don’t pay themselves.

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Dive into the gripping world of Dee Bostic’s "Love, Lies & Lab Coats Vol. 1" and "Love, Lies & Lab Coats Vol. 2", where suspense, romance, and science collide. Follow captivating characters navigating love, deceit, and unexpected twists in the world of lab work and intrigue. Dee Bostic masterfully blends drama and science to create an unforgettable reading experience.

Don’t miss out—explore more of Dee’s work at https://www.deebostic.com/author/.

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One Last Wish - B.L. Wilde

In a world where I've worked hard to be invisible, something is stalking me. Shadows are lurking in the strangest of places, and peculiar things are beginning to happen that I can't explain.

If that isn't enough, an attractive guy called Darce, has started working with me at the bookshop, Bookends. I swear he's been sent to test my last nerve, but I can't deny the sexual tension between us. The more time we spend together, the more I feel oddly connected to him. Why does it feel like I have known him my whole life, and why won't he let me touch him?

This can only end badly. What if I lose my mind, or something even worse, my heart?

MY REVIEW

Ok so this book to me started off really slow and the FMC Alora was irritating and bitchy. She could be so hard headed. She was down right mean to those whom only tried to show her love and care for her. As the story went on the plot thickened and became more interesting and some of her bitchiness became understandable in a way. Didn't make me like her too much more, even though at times she was kind in the only way she knew how.

I continued on with the book because of the plot becoming more intriguing and interesting. The side characters carried the book throughout. Darce was hot and very mysterious which made the book all that more alluring. Her roommate was a tough as nails woman with a need to mother over Alora, which was enduring and sweet. Together these two characters supported our FMC in many ways and made the book that much more interesting.

This book had a unique storyline and interesting characters. It was mysterious and sinful, with a dash of danger added in to make it interesting. And least us not forget the forbidden love thrown in to give it a Romeo and Juliet vibe. The story starts out irritating and a tad bit slow, but it picks up in the end making it worth the read. I feel the next book in the series will start out to be even better as the story has developed more in this one.

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Rating: 4/5

Book Blurb:

Nothing good happens after dark...

Nice one, Rowan. Couldn’t stay home for one night...and now my best friend’s dead.

Not just dead. She looks like she had the life sucked out of her. And the puzzle pieces are starting to come together in a way that looks all sorts of dangerous.

To top it off, I’m pretty sure I’m fired — and I may be going insane. Who in their right mind starts to think their parents were killed by vampires?

So, when I rescue a hunky cowboy with a taste for the jugular, it’s kind of the least of my troubles. Except Sylas Loughty is my best friend’s boyfriend.

And not even he can protect me from an age-old vendetta that’s about to come down on my head.

Turns out the bloodlust is...catching.

This is book 1 in the paranormal dark romance Georgetown Vampires trilogy by Kira Bates. Featuring murder, magic and a love that was meant-to-be, this is a slice of steam you’ll want to sink your teeth into.

Click ‘buy now’ to find out what happens in Georgetown after dark!

Review:

What's a girl to do when vampires invade your small town and the turn you... and the only person you can rely on is your dead best friend's hot cowboy boyfriend... who is also a vampire and who you might be falling for. Rowan and Liddy are best friends, they adore and love each other, Liddy has a boyfriend of six months, Sylas, whom she's been attached to the hip to. Sylas and Rowan tolerate each other. When a mysterious attack happens in town and Sylas tells Rowan and Liddy to hunker down and stay safe... Rowan may have left Liddy to go on a date... only to come back home the next day to find Liddy completely drained of blood. Rowan knows what caused this: vampires. Rowan has a secret, her parents were murdered by vampires but nobody believes her. Rowan goes to find Sylas only to discover he's been turned into a vampire as well as his brother and friend... and they might have taken a bite from Rowan and turned her into a vampire. Rowan is determined to find what vampire killed Liddy and get revenge while wrestling with her feelings for Sylas as they spend more time together... oh and they're both being haunted by Liddy. Sylas and Rowan know they shouldn't be so drawn to one another but they can't help it.... but first they have to find the vampires after them and why a certain Vampire Queen might be hunting down Rowan in particular. Can they survive the vampires in town and have their happily ever after? This is the first book in a series and it's definitely a fun paranormal romance read filled with hot vampire cowboys, a murder mystery, and romance! Its a fun read and the romance is nicely built. I like the way Rowan and Sylas communicate with one another and support each other while figuring out their new situation. It's definitely an interesting start to a series and I am curious where the next book goes!

Release Date: January 21,2025

Publication/Blog: Ash and Books (ash-and-books.tumblr.com)

*Thanks Grey's Promotion for sending me an arc in exchange for an honest review*

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Texas Reads Romance with Maida Malby

May Texas Reads Romance Roundup

Look, look, look! RUNNING FROM THE TEXAS MILLIONAIRE is being shared by Lone Star Lit. Preorder it today!

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J Rose has revealed the gorgeous cover for A Crimson Carol!  

Releasing: December 8th, 2023

Athena Cirillo. Goddess of War. Heir to an empire of blood and ash. Hiding in plain sight as an unremarkable, workaday paediatrician, Athena's spent fifteen years running from her birthright. The day she left the Greek cartel behind, she shed her old identity, seeking a life beyond the violence and death of her father's criminal empire. But when tragedy strikes and the devil incarnate comes knocking, Athena can't run from her sordid past any longer. She has one last job to do. Revenge. Served cold and bloody. The turkey's carved. Presents wrapped. Blades sharpened. Athena will stop at nothing to get her vengeance... even if it means sacrificing her heart. It's time to go home for the holidays. Merry f*cking Christmas.

Live release on Amazon on release day Add to Goodreads: bit.ly/3MQQtth