Spotlight: Stroke of Midnight by K. Webster

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Publication date: October 27th 2020
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance

Money can buy anything. And anyone. As the head of the Constantine family, I’m used to people bowing to my will. Cruel, rigid, unyielding—I’m all those things. When I discover the one woman who doesn’t wither under my gaze, but instead smiles right back at me, I’m intrigued.

Ash Elliott needs cash, and I make her trade in crudeness and degradation for it. I crave her tears, her moans. I pay for each one. And every time, she comes back for more. When she challenges me with an offer of her own, I have to decide if I’m willing to give her far more than cold hard cash.

But love can have deadly consequences when it comes from a Constantine. At the stroke of midnight, that choice may be lost for both of us.

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I stare at the two thousand dollars we agreed upon. It doesn’t feel real. Since meeting Winston, I’ve made over four thousand dollars, kicking me up to eleven grand in my college fund. It’s annoying the relief I feel. It would have taken me months to make that much at FGM Services. I know Manda offered to pay, but I’d feel much better if I could somehow pay for it myself, even if it’s just books and supplies. I hate having to be indebted to her.

I go to reach for the money, but his hand covers mine, stopping me. My heart does a nervous skip in my chest.

“Want to earn more?” His eyes flare with challenge.

I can do this.

I can endure his weird-ass fantasies because he pays well.

“Yes,” I tell him with false bravado.

“Then wrap those lips around your breadstick. Lick it and suck it. Like you wish it were my dick.” He nods at the bread on my plate. “Five hundred dollars.” 

God, he is so freaking bizarre.

I’m about to tell him where to shove his breadstick when I decide to negotiate for more. It’s just a breadstick, not his dick. I can do this. Easily. I’m practically salivating for it anyway. The bread, not his dick.

“Eight,” I counter.

“A grand if you moan my name while you do it and don’t stop when Francis brings our food.” He winks at me. “Easy money.”

“Fifteen hundred and I’ll gag on it.” 

He fists his hand, his jaw clenching, the first sign of a normal human reaction. Heat burns down my spine, pooling in my pelvis. I’m not turned on by him. Not a bit.

“You have yourself a deal, little girl.”

Closing my eyes, I attempt to distance myself from him as I pick up my bread. He clears his throat, earning my stare, and shakes his head.

“Eyes on me,” he murmurs. “Everything you do, I want your eyes on me.”

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K Webster is a USA Today Bestselling author. Her titles have claimed many bestseller tags in numerous categories, are translated in multiple languages, and have been adapted into audiobooks. She lives in "Tornado Alley" with her husband, two children, and her baby dog named Blue. When she's not writing, she's reading, drinking copious amounts of coffee, and researching aliens.

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Spotlight: Don’t Tell Me You Love Me by Holly Kerr

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Publication date: October 27th 2020
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

The only thing stopping Shae from living her best life is the fact that she’s dying.

Together with her social media followers, popular travel vlogger Shae hides her illness from the world and lives every day like it’s her last. Her picture perfect life is only missing one thing—love, because for Shae, it’s not better to have loved and lost—it’s better not to love at all.

Emmett knows all about loss—he had it all until the death of his wife sent his life spinning out of control. It took him three years to pull himself together, trading ball diamonds for the strawberry patch and sweet corn fields of the family farm but now it’s time for him to take another chance at love. 

After Emmett escorts Shae down the aisle at his sister’s wedding, he falls hard. One glimpse of her fun-filled life and Emmett knows he’s ready to be a part of it.  

As they spend more time together, Shae fights against her feelings. How can she let him love her when it’s only going to lead to more heartache? But it’s hard to keep her distance, especially when Emmet is fighting for her heart.

Is love the one thing Shae can’t live without?

Don’t Tell Me You Love Me is the first book of the Don’t Sweet Romance series, a picture-perfect tale of first love, second chances, and living your best life. Fall in love with Shae and Emmett today.

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We’ve moved up another spot in line by the time Pink Hair takes her place behind me. Celebrity or not, pink hair or not, I stare straight ahead and resist the urge to glance over my shoulder. It’s tough because only moments ago, I watched a video of her zip-lining upside down. While naked. 

She is fully clothed now. 

Rufus, on the other hand, can’t help himself from staring. 

He looks and looks again. It’s not until the third time when he’s downright gawking at her that I nudge him to stop. 

And then I have to look. She’s scrolling through her phone, and with the pink little hair buns and rolled-up ankles of her jogging pants, she doesn’t look too much older than Rufus. 

Tiny. Cute. 

Definitely cute. 

“Are you…?” Rufus asks her in a tremulous voice. 

She looks up from her phone.  “Hey,” she says with a lopsided grin, almost like she knows us.

“You are!” Rufus cries. “I can’t believe it. I saw you naked!”

She blinks with surprise. “Zip-lining!” Rufus waves his phone at her. “You’re the Shae, aren’t you? I’ve seen all your videos.”

Shae—if that is who she really is—grins from ear to ear, like Rufus just handed her a million bucks. “A fan! That’s so great!”

“I’ve seen all your videos, and follow you on Insta, and TikTok—the one with the dog is so funny.” Rufus is bouncing up and down, practically vibrating. I haven’t seen him this excited since I gave him his first LEGO set when he was four. Shae listens with interest as Rufus details his favourite videos. This is one time where being a third wheel isn’t a bad thing as I watch the expressions flash across her face.

She meets my gaze and smiles. I quickly look at the back of the person in front of us, at the display case, at the big guy manning the coffee maker. Anywhere but at her, because it must be so obvious that I’m checking her out. 

I’m plain staring. Blink, Emmett, for God’s sake. 

Two women sitting in the corner of the shop stop by Shae on the way to the door and comment on the concert video. In this little bakery, she really is a celebrity.

Maybe it shouldn’t surprise me. There’s definitely something about her. A light within, or a happy glow…I can’t explain it, but there’s something. Just listening to her talk to Rufus makes me feel like a gust of cool spring air has slipped into a winter-stuffy barn.

 “Why are you here?” Rufus finally finishes. “You were in Thailand, like, yesterday.”

“We just flew back,” Shae says conspiratorially. “In fact, I haven’t even been home yet. I made Adam stop here because Reuben over there—” She points at the big guy behind the coffee maker. “He makes the very best lattes, always puts hearts in the foam.”

I take a deep breath like I’m diving into a pool. “Good to know,” I say drily. “I can’t drink a coffee without a foamy heart.” 

When Shae turns her attention to me, it’s like all the air is sucked out of my lungs. Her eyes are big and beautiful dark pools in a tiny face and the way she looks at me under her long lashes is jolting. More than jolting; it’s like she sucker punched me in the stomach. 

“Foamy hearts are the best,” Shae says after a slight pause, enough for me to have a glimmer of hope that I’m not the only one reacting this way.  

Or else she thinks I’m an idiot.

I give myself a shake to continue the conversation. “Sounds like you’re a regular. I didn’t get hugs when I came in.”

“You could always ask nicely,” she says hesitantly.  

“Okay!” Without a moment’s pause, Rufus launches himself on Shae.

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Holly Kerr is the author of fifteen chick-lit, romantic comedy, and women's fiction novels, but don't ask her to explain the differences in the genres. She grew up a farm girl but now calls Toronto home, where she lives with her three very tall children, following their sports exploits like any dutiful mother.

She's a lover of Marvel movies, Star Wars movies...really, any movies, and has a surprising amount of worthless pop culture info stored in her head. She likes oceans over mountains, tea over coffee, and can mix a darn fine dirty martini, with extra olives, of course.

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Spotlight: It's Always Been You by A.M. Williams

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Falling in love for Zeke and Delaney could mean risking their friendship. But what’s the worst that can happen when these two best friends share a tiny honeymoon suite? Readers will fall in love with this friends to lovers romance from A.M. Williams. The Holiday Springs Resort series is here and IT’S ALWAYS BEEN YOU is now live!

Two best friends and one tiny honeymoon suite...what's the worst that could happen?

When my ex decided to leave me just three weeks before our wedding, I did the only thing a girl could do. I grabbed my best friend and headed for the mountains to celebrate my newfound freedom and get over my broken heart while taking full advantage of all of the pre-paid amenities that should have happened on my honeymoon. There's just one problem: Holiday Springs Resort is booked solid and I may have forgotten to change our reservations. Now Zeke and I are forced to share a bed, but am I ready to share my heart again so soon?

Delaney always seemed to be the right girl at the wrong time. With her ex-fiance out of the picture, it's up to me to mend her broken heart. There's just one problem: I've been in love with her since the day we met. With all the romance in the air, it's hard to fight back the tension between us. What was supposed to be a fun-filled rebound trip between friends suddenly heats up to so much more. 

Falling in love could mean risking our friendship. Are we both willing to take that leap? One thing is for sure - this trip changes everything.

If you like snowy locales, sizzling romance, and a scene with a hot tub, then you'll love It's Always Been You, the first book in a new series. 

Escape to the romantic paradise of Holiday Springs and warm up with your next happily ever after.

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We both moaned when my center came in contact with his erection. Even through two layers of clothing, it was a heady feeling.

I undulated my hips on top of him as we continued to make out, slowing working us both into a frenzy.

Zeke ripped his mouth away from mine. “We need to go inside.”

I nodded even though I wasn’t sure what he was saying. I was too focused on pulling his lips back to mine.

“Delaney,” he said between kisses. “Let’s go in.”

He gently pushed me away and stood. I pouted as I stood too. He quickly got out and wrapped his towel around his hips before helping me out and hangin me my towel.

I quickly dried off and walked inside, the head of the cabin beckoning to me.

Once inside, I didn’t waste any time dropping my towel and stripping out of my bathing suit, leaving me naked.

I turned to face Zeke and watched as he drew the curtains. I got a great view of his face when he turned around and realized I was already naked.

“Hot damn,” he muttered and tossed his own towel to the side. His finger immediately starting working the laces of his bathing suit while his gaze raked over my body. I used the opportunity to look at him as well.

My heart ssped up at the thought of everything coming together right now. I’d wanted this for so long and now that it was happening, it was surreal, and I wanted to remember every part of it.

Every kiss. Every caress. Every whispered word. I wanted them all.

Zeke’s bathing suit dropped, and my gaze immediately zeroed in on his dick, which was pointing toward the ceiling.

I whimpered as I looked at it. Moisture was beading on the tip, and it looked like the perfect dick. Especially since it was attached to the perfect man.

A few minutes later, we were parked outside the cabin, and Zeke had our bags in hand while I swiped the keycard for the room. It took several tries to get the lock to open, something that annoyed me to no end. 

After discovering everything with the reservation, the door not working was just one more thing to add to the list of why I was upset with my life. 

Once the door was open, I stepped to the side and allowed Zeke to go in first before flicking the light switch by the door and letting the door fall shut behind me. 

I turned toward the main part of the cabin and drew up short when I noticed Zeke standing frozen with the bags still in his hands. 

“What’s wrong?” I asked, walking closer. 

“Uhh…” Zeke said, shifting his weight from side to side. “Is there supposed to be only one bed?” 

I cringed. I didn’t tell him what happened with the reservation while we were in the car. He deserved to know that I hadn’t changed it like I told him I would. 

“Well…I didn’t realize until I went to check in that I forgot to call them to let them know that the reservation needed to be changed. I couldn’t change it today because it was too late.” 

Silence greeted my words, and I worried my bottom lip and dropped my gaze to the floor. “I’m really sorry,” she said when Zeke continued to say nothing. “I thought I’d called, and I didn’t. I can’t believe that I forgot to do that simple thing. Don’t even get me started on the excursions we have booked because—” 

I jumped when Zeke pressed a finger to my chin and tilted my head up. He was grinning. “Don’t worry about it. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to sleep in the same bed as the Delaney Carrigan.” 

My face heated. “Oh, uh…” 

“Come on!” Zeke said, pulling me into a hug. “It’ll be fine. Nothing to worry your pretty little head about.” 

He released me and turned back to pick the bags up and stepped further into the room. 

With him out of the way, I could see what gave him pause. It wasn’t just the single king-size bed in the room. It was the rose petals that were littered all over the bedcovers and on the floor. 

They were everywhere. As I stepped closer to the bed, I cringed as I realized they were even in the shape of a heart with a small card in the center. Though I knew I shouldn’t, I picked it up. It read “Congratulations on your marriage!” 

I stared at it for several long moments, my mind flashing back to when Josh told me he couldn’t marry me. 

“Whatcha got in your hand?” Zeke asked. 

Before I could crumple the card, Zeke plucked it from my fingers. I watched as his expression darkened. “Fuck him.” 

He ripped the card in half, then ripped it again before tossing the pieces in the air. I watched them flutter toward the floor. 

“You’re better off without that douche-canoe. Seriously. What guy breaks up with the supposed love of his life only days before their wedding? Asswads, that’s who. Don’t waste another minute worried about him.” 

I nodded. What could I say to that? It wasn’t anything I didn’t already know and that Zeke and my family hadn’t already said. Josh was an asshole of the first order for what he did to me. 

It didn’t make it hurt any less, though. 

“Right, let’s get unpacked and look over what we’ve got going on this week. Maybe we can add some things to do instead of what we’ve got on there. What do you say?” 

I nodded and felt myself relax. “Sounds good.” 

Zeke turned and grabbed his bag, unzipping it while I stood there, frozen. 

While he’d made me feel better about the rose petals and the asshole ex-fiancé, we hadn’t addressed the elephant in the room: the single bed. 

Yeah, Zeke joked that he’d always wanted to sleep in the same bed as me, but I knew he said that to make me feel better. 

How were we going to make this work?

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A.M. Williams is just a simple girl from the south that found herself living abroad. When she’s not annoying her cat or reading, she’s spending time with her husband and traveling as much as possible. She has a serious case of wanderlust and wants to go as many places as possible while she can. She loves Cheerwine, sweet tea, and North Carolina (eastern style) BBQ as well as those crystal clear waters on the North Carolina coast.

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Spotlight: Holiday Home Run by Priscilla Oliveras

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Romance, Holiday Romance

Date Published: October 27, 2020

Publisher: Kensington, Zebra Books

Event planner Julia Fernández is in Chicago for an internship that she hopes to turn into a full-time job. She’s ready to live on her own, out from under her familia’s expectations that she take over their catering business in Puerto Rico and away from their year-round baseball fever thanks to her three ball-playing brothers. Ex-MLB pitcher Ben Thomas knows what it’s like to have different dreams than your family intends for you, but since his injury-caused early retirement, he’s been struggling to find the sense of family baseball once brought him. When he volunteers as the emcee for Julia’s big holiday fundraiser for a local youth center, he finally begins to find a sense of purpose working with the kids and alongside Julia.

She’s focused on organizing the best holiday event the youth center has ever seen, not on romance. But Ben…he’s got a game plan for them that includes both.

Holiday Home Run was previously released as part of the holiday anthology A SEASON TO CELEBRATE.

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Priscilla Oliveras is a USA Today Best-Selling author & 2018 RWA® RITA® double finalist who writes contemporary romance with a Latinx flavor. Her books have earned Starred Reviews from Publishers Weekly & Booklist, hit the top 5 on Barnes & Noble’s Top 100 Book Bestseller list, & notched Amazon #1 Bestseller status. Her latest release, Island Affair, made it onto O, The Oprah Magazine’s “28 of the Best Beach Reads of Summer 2020” list. Priscilla earned her MFA in Writing Popular Fiction from Seton Hill University and currently serves as adjunct faculty in the program while also teaching the online class “Romance Writing” for ed2go. She’s a self-professed romance genre junkie, who’s also a sports fan, beach lover, Zumba aficionado, and hammock nap connoisseur. Follow her at prisoliveras.com and on social media via @prisoliveras and https://www.facebook.com/prisoliveras.

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Spotlight: We Don’t Talk Anymore by Julie Johnson

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Publication date: October 27th 2020
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance

For as long as I can remember, Archer Reyes has been by my side. My closest confidant. My truest ally. My best friend. 

That is, until the summer we turned seventeen, when I started picturing him as something else entirely. 

The love of my life. 
I knew confessing my feelings wasn’t going to be easy; I had no idea he’d reject me so cruelly… or that he was only breaking my heart to save my life.  


It’s been 365 days since I told my best friend I loved him.
365 days since he didn’t say it back.
365 days since he lied straight to my face. 

WE DON’T TALK ANYMORE is a standalone new adult romance about first love, second chances, and the lengths we go to hold onto each other when everything falls apart… 

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It’s been 365 days since I told Archer Reyes I loved him.365 days since he didn’t say it back.Then again, it’s not like he’s said anything at all to me since that fateful day, or even looked me in the eyes during our handful of unfortunate, unavoidable encounters in a town that suddenly feels far too small for the both of us. There was a time when we didn’t go more than a few hours without speaking. Now, a full year of silence yawns in the space between us. An entire turn around the sun, packed with experiences we haven’t whispered to one another in the rafters of the old boathouse, jammed full of memories made in each other’s absence. He’s built a whole new life I know nothing about, surrounded by people who aren’t me. And, hey, maybe that’s partly my fault. It’s not like I’ve reached out, either. Frankly, I don’t think there’s much of anything left to say. Not after last summer. I put my heart in his hands that hot July night — a fragile mess of hope and fear, skipping beats in the silence as I waited for his answer. And, with a single squeeze and a condescending smirk…he crushed it. It’s been 365 days since I told my best friend I loved him. 365 days since he said he didn’t love me back. 365 days since he lied straight to my face.

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JULIE JOHNSON (born July 3, 1991) is a twenty-something Boston native and USA Today bestselling author of more than a dozen contemporary romance novels. When she's not writing, Julie can most often be found adding stamps to her passport, drinking too much coffee, striving to conquer her Netflix queue, and Instagramming pictures of her dog. (Follow her: @author_julie)

She published her debut novel LIKE GRAVITY in August 2013, just before her senior year of college, and she's never looked back. Since, she has published more than a dozen other novels, including the bestselling BOSTON LOVE STORY series and THE GIRL DUET. Her books have appeared on Kindle and iTunes Bestseller lists around the world, as well as in AdWeek, Publishers Weekly, and USA Today.

Be on the lookout for her new series, THE FORBIDDEN ROYALS TRILOGY, now available at all e-retailers!

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Spotlight: The Waltz Of Devil's Creek by Justine Carver

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Judith Campbell is dying, and she cannot take the painful truth about where her son came from to the grave with her. While on her deathbed in Atlanta, Georgia in 1994, Judith tells him the tragic story of his conception, and which of two men his birth father could be: the young man who professed his love to her, or the pastor who assaulted her.

Set in the Deep South in 1947, The Waltz of Devil's Creek digs into the dark crevices of racism and women's rights during a heated political climate in an era of segregation. Combined with Judith's lack of social stature, and at a time when reporting sexual assault was unheard of, every injustice is stacked against her from the very beginning.

But there is a light in Judith's young life: her best friend, Joseph Bird, who has loved her since childhood. Joseph stands up for Judith when no one else will and proves that even in the darkest of times, a light is always burning.

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“But Mrs. Bird,” I said, looking over at her, “God don’t want people like Pastor Allman.”

She just looked at me for a moment, and then a smile slowly lit up her eyes again.

“YOU COME ON OUT HERE BIRD!”

The voice snapped Mrs. Bird and me from our moment, our heads simultaneously jerking toward the living room.

When we heard Joseph’s feet stomping against the floor as he ran down the hallway, Mrs. Bird and I dropped the dishtowel and the plate and hurried out of the kitchen.

“YOU GET YER DUMB ASS OUT HERE!” a second voice shouted, “OR WE’RE COMIN’ IN TO GET YOU!”

“That’s the Woodson brothers,” I told Joseph’s momma.

“Don’t you go out there,” she warned him as he thrust his big feet into his shoes. “I mean it, Joseph, don’t you go out that door!”

He flung the front door open anyway, and before he could step outside, the Woodson brothers jumped on him in the doorway.

“Joseph!” I screamed.

“Get out of my house!” his momma shrieked.

The whole house shook as the three fought; a small table underneath the window beside the door fell over, shattering the flower vase atop it; fists swung and legs kicked, and cuss words flew.

“You little piece of shit, you burned up my truck!” said the blonde-haired brother.

“I’m gonna kick your nuts right up yer throat!” said the brown-haired one. “What tha hell were you thinkin’ boy?!” Thwap! When his fist pulled back, his knuckles glistened with Joseph’s blood.

“Let go of him! Let go! Let gooo!” I dug all ten of my fingernails into the blonde’s arm, trying to stop him from pulling Joseph out of the house.

His momma was on the other side, screaming as she worked, unsuccessfully, to beat them off with a broom. The blonde shoved me away, and I fell onto my butt on the porch as they dragged Joseph down the steps and into the front yard.

“Don’t you touch my son!” Mrs. Bird roared, and the broom came down hard on the brown-haired one’s back.

He whirled around, seemingly unfazed by the blow, and yanked the broom from her hands and tossed it.

They nearly beat Joseph unconscious.

Mrs. Bird ran next door and called Sheriff Woodson, but he never showed; he’d stayed out of all the incidents between Joseph and his sons. But Joseph wouldn’t have had it any other way.

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Justine Carver was born and raised in the Southern United States on a heavy dose of creek-wading, lightning-bug-catching, and Saturday morning cartoons. She is a full-time writer, all-the-time reader, and every now and then, she pulls her head out of the clouds long enough to remember how much better it is up there.

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