Spotlight: Dangerous Temptation by Giana Darling

Publication date: October 26th 2021

Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

Synopsis:

He arrives all dressed in black. Diamond cufflinks. A watch on his tanned wrist that cost more than we would ever see in a lifetime of work. He carries a single red rose for my mother.

Months later, Tiernan Morelli lays red roses on my mother’s grave. That same day, he tells me that he is my new guardian.

I should have known from the very start that he had more in common with the thorns than the rose. Now I know the truth: I’m a pawn in his dangerous game of revenge. I was too young and naive. Now it’s too late to save myself from his clutches.

Now I belong to him.

Excerpt

“Have you ever heard of personal space?” 

I blinked, momentarily mute and dumb, the sight of him dominating every other one of my senses. So it took me a second to realize he was insulting me in a voice dripping with poisonous disdain. 

I blinked again as my mouth dropped into a shocked “O.” “Excuse me?” 

One inky brow rose, thick and slashing so that he had a perpetual expression of aggravated contempt. When he spoke, it was slow and overly enunciated as if he were addressing an imbecile. 

“Per-son-al sp-ace.” One tattooed hand, the one with the shiny watch, gestured dismissively between our bodies, his knuckles brushing my chest. There was a tightening to his flat mouth that made me wonder if it was as accidental as it seemed. 

My nipples beaded beneath my hoodie, but the fabric was too thick to betray me. 

Anger sparked through my blood like a delayed fuse, heat racing out from my heart to set my entire body on fire. I didn’t move back. In fact, I took one daring step closer and fisted my hands on my hips. My head was forced back at an awkward angle to maintain eye contact with the tall beast of a man, but I didn’t care. 

This jackass was not going out with my mother. 

I bared my teeth at him. “If this is how you normally greet your girlfriend’s family, it’s no wonder you were still single when you met my mother and it’s even less of a wonder why you’ll be single again after tonight.” 

A slow grin, somehow more vicious for its calculated movement, claimed his handsome face and made it acutely beautiful. “You are operating under the assumption that Aida cares enough about your opinion to end our relationship because you’re embarrassed I caught you making a pass at me.” 

My mouth flapped open, then closed. I felt like a fish out of water, gasping for breath. Never in my entire life had I faced such a rude, horrible man. 

“Making a pass at you?” I almost stomped my foot in outrage and just managed to resist the urge. “You show up at our doorstep and speak like this to a teenager? What kind of man needs to put down a little girl in order to make himself feel big, hmm?” 

“At least you acknowledge you are a little girl,” he said with faux pride. “You’ll forgive me if I don’t give a single fuck what you think of me. I’m dating your mother. Not you.” His pale gaze, a green so light they glowed almost unnaturally, seemed to burrow into me. Past my dark blue eyes straight into my brain, reading my thoughts like an X-ray machine read bones.  “Though, it’s obvious you wish things were different.” 

Outrage crackled in my chest, my lungs steaming with it, my ribs creaking as they threatened to cave in on the fiery rage in my heart. 

I was a fairly good-looking girl though I knew I was no Aida Belcante. Still, enough of her boyfriends had hit on me when she wasn’t looking. They cupped my ass while I reached for a cereal bowl, complimented me lecherously at the pool, watched me walk to my room when I came out of the shower. They were all the same, eager for some woman to make them feel like a king. So, his comment rankled me more than it should have.

I’d dealt with innumerable men in my mother’s life, but never someone like him

A demon in a suit more expensive than three months’ rent. 

I gathered myself, rising to my full five-foot-three height as I pinned him with a look I wished ardently had the power to kill him. 

“I wouldn’t date a jackass like you if you were the last goddamn man on the planet.” 

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Giana Darling is an USA Today, Wall Street Journal, and Top 40 Amazon Best Selling Canadian romance writer who specializes in the taboo and angsty side of love and romance. She currently lives in beautiful British Columbia where she spends time riding on the back of her man's bike, baking pies, and reading snuggled up with her Golden Retriever puppy, Romeo.

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Spotlight: Black Canvas by Laura Rossi

Publication date: February 14th 2021

Genres: Adult, Dark Romance, Psychological Thriller, Suspense

Synopsis:

“I dream of waking up and being someone else—my hair, my eyes, even my voice, completely different—and each time I go to the mirror to check my reflection, to see what I look like, I’m her. Every time. Her. It’s her reflection that stares back at me, but I’m the one who controls it. I’m in control, and that’s exactly why it feels so good. I control her and what happens to me; I control both lives—mine and hers—and I have what I want the most: her looks, her status, her marriage. There’s nothing left of me, and only I know the secret. Only I know it’s me inside, it’s me under that perfect porcelain skin, it’s me behind those sweet, smart deep brown eyes.

And I have him. He’s mine—just mine now. I’m not the other woman anymore. I’m everything he needs.”

Excerpt

It’s like a cold breeze. I hold my breath as I place the mask over my skin, eyes closed, head spinning.

It’s the wine; it’s the wine.

I chant the words, my heart like drums playing in the background, and I fasten the strings around my head, securing the mask over my face.

Open your eyes.

I open them to a new world.

Tell me, what do you see? 

Another me, like every time I’ve put on Ivy’s mask—her gift to me, a part of who she was, of who I’m starting to feel.

It’s powerful, the means of disguise. You cover yourself, all morals drop to the ground, out of the way.

My pulse quickens as I stand there, staring at a woman with no fear of being judged.

Is the crime a crime if it stays a secret? Is the perpetrator guilty, if never discovered?

“He fucks me first.” 

Ivy’s words wash over me first, then flashes of memories that aren’t mine follow. I imagine her, him and their secret meetings as if I’ve witnessed them—a silent audience to her second life.

“Then he watches the others fuck me.” 

Others… My guts twist, picturing it all in my head.

“I’m everything he wants me to be, and when I’m with him, I’m the girl with the mask who doesn’t say no.”

The girl with the mask…

I’m the girl with the mask now. I pace around the dark apartment, becoming familiar with the disguise. And I wonder, why me? Why has she left such a controversial, personal object to me?

Her therapist.

“You are the keeper of my secrets, Doctor. Do you have any secrets?”

I do.

I walk to the window and spy the world from behind the mask. I wear the mask when all else fails to calm me, when I’m tired of hiding. I search for the meaning of it, for the connection with Ivy like she’s still alive, so very much present, her message I can’t read.

What do you want from me? What were you trying to tell me?

The world outside is quiet, the courtyard empty. I scan the street, then the building opposite mine, eyes lingering on each and every dark window until I see it. 

A light. 

One window in the building block is on, and there’s someone.

Painting.

I move closer. My eyesight slowly adjusts to the dimness and I make out the figure of a man.

Half-naked, his skin a backdrop of inked words and drawings.

He’s on the side. I get a glimpse of his back as he leans down, gliding the paintbrush all the way to the end of the canvas.

Black, tainted canvas.

I walk to the left hand-side of the window to get a better view of the man, of the painting. It’s a naked woman lying down, her leg slightly up and wrapped around another figure. I can’t see anything else.

The man walks to one side of the canvas, pushing his long brown hair back, then scratches his beard.

Wild. It’s the first word that comes to mind.

Wild and rough, savage around the edges. He sways in front of the painting, his hands hard on the black canvas, so focused on the colours, the lines and shades. He looks up to something or someone. Maybe there’s someone in the room with him, I can’t tell.

A pair of loose, brown trousers hang on his hips.

I can’t see his face well. I tilt my head to the side, mesmerised by the sharp, precise movements of his hands, big and painted-stained hands, intrigued by the beautiful woman in the painting.

And then, all of a sudden, he stops, pushing his hair back again. Slowly he turns, looking out of his window, his eyes tracing the building all the way up, like he’s looking for something.

He stops. On me. On my window, like he can see me.

He can’t see me.

It’s dark; my lights are off. 

I take a step back nevertheless. I wait, holding a breath, waiting for him to look away.

Look away.

I can’t see the colour of his eyes—he’s too far away—but his eyes are big and intimidating.

Look away.

I’m unable to move; I don’t want him to see me.

He can’t see me

I reassure myself but still, that feral look in his eyes makes me shudder. I suddenly feel cold. I pull down the jumper over my bear thighs and stand as still as I can, still holding my breath.

He looks down at his hands, roughly rubbing the paint off his fingers for a moment, then he glances my way again and smiles—not just like he can see me but like he knows me. 

But he doesn’t. I’ve never seen him before. Have I?  Is he the person I saw outside?

No. This is the first time I’ve seen him. 

Despite the need to run, I stand there paralysed.

With the slyest of grins, he finally steps away, and for a split second I see the black canvas clearly: a man and a woman, their naked bodies tightly entwined with one another. 

My eyes grow wide, as I take a step back.

Masks. They are wearing masks.

I can’t blame the wine, not this time. For the first time, I doubt my mind. This is what insanity must feel like.

Who do you think you are?

Crazy. I think I’m crazy.

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My name is Laura and I am dreamer, the kind that walks around all day and likes to go back and forth, from the real world to her own little world.

I have two kids and a fantastic partner. We work together in our little shop in Italy, near the beach.

When I am not busy working or being a mommy, I like to fantasize about new characters and new stories I'd like to write.

Counterpoints is my first book.

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Cover Reveal: Moxie: A Salvation Society Novel by Michelle Cornish

Publication date: November 7th 2021

Genres: Adult, Historical, Romance

Synopsis:

A WWII love at first sight romance with dual timelines, codebreaking war heroines, and prisoners of war.

People always asked Faye why Will called her Moxie.

It started with a dare at a dance in 1942 that ended in a kiss. Will loved that story.

But there’s more to the story than that. Much more . . .

Gretchen knows this story well. Her grandfather told it over and over while he was alive. But when Gretchen goes home to Jersey to be by her grandmother’s side one last time, Grandma Faye tells a different version of the story.

She knew the moment she saw him, they were meant to be together. Her girlfriends may have dared her to kiss him, but she would have anyway. Then the war got in the way. Faye thought she’d never see Will again. Until that night he took her breath away.

Will may have given Faye the name, but he’s the one with all the moxie.

About the Author

Michelle Cornish is a recovering CPA with a passion for stories. Writing mostly romance and women's fiction with strong female heroines, Michelle's books often include nods to her former life as a CPA. When Michelle’s not writing, she’s hanging out with her two boys and husband in the beautiful Okanagan Valley, BC, Canada.

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Spotlight: The Book Boyfriend by Carina Rose

Release Date: October 28

After Callie’s debut romance novel is an unexpected hit, she thinks nothing can surprise her—until the man of her dreams seems to walk out of the book and into her life.

The last thing Callie Richardson expected was her debut romance novel, Ready to Fall, to top the charts. Nor did she think her readers would become obsessive over her book’s hero, Hudson Newman.

Life couldn’t get any stranger. But then her assistant announces that Hudson Newman wants to see her. She’s convinced her best friend is playing a joke on her, because no one in her office knows she’s written a book. Plus, the name is fictional, a mashup of famous actors.

So when the stunning man steps into her office, she thinks she must be dreaming. Except this Hudson Newman wears a scowl rather than a model-worthy smile. After confirming his name is in fact the same as her character’s, he proceeds to tell Callie that her book’s success has turned his orderly world upside down.

Not only that, but her readers have set out to make Hudson the hero of their hoped-for romances. After weeks of receiving gifts—from candy to lingerie to things that make Callie blush—Hudson has had enough and tells Callie she needs to get her overzealous fans off his back. He smiles smugly and gives her two choices—delist the book or date him.

That was the moment Callie found herself in a fake relationship with a real-life book boyfriend.

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Carina loves everything about romance. To her, it’s the little things that matter. She also believes in insta-love, since she knew her husband was the one the first day she met him.

When it comes to books, she uses them as an escape from reality. . . . to get swept away. Carina hopes her words do the same for her readers.

She’s a mother and wife and loves spending time with her family. She enjoys meeting new people, traveling, reading, watching sports, and, of course, relaxing on a beach.

Carina looks forward to sharing more love stories in her future novels.

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Spotlight: Main Street Dealmaker by Brighton Walsh

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Release Date: October 28

All Sadie Rollins wants for Christmas is a break. Three years ago, she stumbled into her dream job as a wedding planner, but she's been so bogged down with the minutiae of inn ownership that she can't even enjoy it. She and her twin sister might have been bequeathed the Starlight Haven Inn, but the bed and breakfast didn't come with much more than extra long hours and piles of debt.

Cole Donovan was looking for a fresh start when he moved to Havenbrook. Instead, his reputation as a cutthroat divorce attorney preceded him--and tainted his introduction to the only woman he's had eyes for since his own divorce. Too bad she can't stand him.

In a favor to her cousin, Sadie agrees to a little modeling in exchange for a spread in the country's leading wedding magazine. All she has to do is wear a wedding dress and pretend to be smitten with a stranger for a couple hours. Except the fake groom is no stranger, and as much as she loathes Cole, her body hasn't gotten the message. Neither, it seems, has his.

But though these opposites attract, there's no way there could be any kind of a future for a wedding planner and a divorce attorney...right?

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Meet Brighton Walsh:

USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling author Brighton Walsh spent a decade as a professional photographer before taking her storytelling in a different direction and reconnecting with her first love—writing. She likes her books how she likes her tea—steamy and satisfying—and adores strong-willed heroines and the protective heroes who fall head over heels for them. Brighton lives in the Midwest with her real life hero of a husband, her two kids—one who’s already taller than her and one who’s catching up too fast—and her dog who thinks she’s a queen. Her boy-filled house is the setting for dirty socks galore, frequent dance parties (okay, so it’s mostly her, by herself, while her children look on in horror), and more laughter than she thought possible.

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Spotlight: Daring the Duke by Charlie Lane

The Debutante Dares Series, Book One

Historical Romance, Regency Romance

Date Published: October 28, 2021

Publisher: WOLF Publishing

In this Regency romance by Charlie Lane, a London season of scandalous dares forces a lady and her duke to see that perfect isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.

A redheaded bluestocking in desperate need of a wealthy husband.

A handsome duke looking for the perfect duchess.

And a dare that shows that opposites may not only attract but can be so much more.

Lady Tabitha Hampton has the memory of an elephant. Her sharp brain locks everything away tight as a trunk in an attic. But this talent fails to help the twenty-seven-year-old bluestocking attract the attention of a single wealthy suitor. And she needs one. With three sisters of marriageable age, a sickly father, and a series of bad investments draining their dowries, Tabitha’s marriage could save or ruin her entire family.

The Duke of Collingford needs a wife, but not just any one will do. Arthur’s future duchess must be perfect in every way—fair of face, impeccable manners, with enough social influence to impact his parliamentary projects. When he joins the whirl of the London season, the duke finds an insufferable, redheaded wallflower instead.

Tabitha insists she can be the perfect duchess, if he’ll only give her the chance. Arthur agrees to test her abilities, but she tests his control. And one taste of her lips is enough to make him embrace chaos.

Opposites may attract, but can they cooperate? Or will they lose everything, including their hearts?

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Charlie Lane traded in academic databases and scholarly journals for writing steamy Regency romcoms like the ones she’s always loved to read. Her favorite authors are Jane Austen (who else?), Toni Morrison, William Blake, Julia Quinn, and Maya Rodale.

Charlie writes unique stories with unconventional characters who push against the rigid restrictions of their society. Officially, Charlie has a Ph.D. in literature with a focus on the nineteenth-century novel and children’s literature and answers to Professor. Unofficially, she’s a high-flying circus-obsessed acrobat, with an emphasis on two-tail silks and answers to Muscles Magee. She lives with her own Colonel Brandon, two little dudes, and a furry fella in East Tennessee.

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