Spotlight: Skylark by Megan Michelle

Being the first female Navy SEAL is no easy job, but someone's got to dismantle the patriarchy. Rachel Ryker, call sign ‘Skylark,’ can outrun and outgun just about anybody, and with her second in command, Christopher Williams, by her side, she’s practically unstoppable. Christopher would follow Rachel to hell and back… or maybe just to the Middle East. When a top-secret malware code is stolen from the CIA, Rachel and Christopher lead their SEAL team through the Middle East in an attempt to recover it. 

They both have their own reasons for fighting, but as the team gets closer to finding the stolen malware, Rachel discovers that the man they're looking for may be closer to her than she thinks. Will Rachel’s obsession with completing their mission override her common sense and cause her to lose sight of what is really important- keeping women and children safe from the oppressive patriarchy they are all living in?

With secrets, pride, and a strict no-fraternization policy keeping them apart, falling in love would mean sacrificing everything Rachel and Christopher have worked for. But when Rachel gets injured in combat, everything changes. Now Rachel will have to choose: does her devotion to the Navy outweigh her love for Christopher?

Excerpt

“Can you get people out of Afghanistan?” Shabana sounded hesitant.

“Like, put them on a plane, or do you want them to be able to legally stay wherever they get off the plane?” Rachel asked.

“Preferably the second option,” Shabana said.

“That’s more difficult.” Rachel looked at her quizzically. “Who?”

“My sister, Pari.” She paused, uncertain, before the words spilled out of her. “My brother-in-law raped her. Then my husband forced her to marry him when he found out she was with child.”

“Your husband forced her?”

“Our father died when we were children. He was her closest male family member,” Shabana explained. “From his perspective, he was doing the right thing and protecting her. It’s better this way, for her reputation, the family’s reputation.”

“That man is going to keep treating her terribly.” 

“Yes, I assure you that he is. He leaves her home sometimes for weeks on end, never with enough food . . .” Shabana took a steadying breath and stared straight into Rachel’s eyes. “Can you help her get out of the country to someplace safe?”

 “Is she being abused?” That small tidbit about being left without food was bad enough, but Rachel couldn’t commandeer a plane whenever she wanted.

“Depends on who you ask,” Shabana said sadly.

Rachel knew domestic violence was prevalent in Afghanistan and rarely, if ever, prosecuted. Some international reports indicated that as many as eighty to ninety percent of women in Afghanistan were the victims of physical abuse at the hands of their husbands and fathers. “He hits her if she doesn’t do what he says?” Rachel tried.

“Yes.” Shabana nodded. “Do you consider that abuse?” Her voice was shaking, and her arms were wrapped tightly around her stomach as though she were trying to hold herself together.

Every muscle in Rachel’s body tensed. “What about her child? Or children?” Rachel asked.

“She has two young children. Girls, ages five and three,” Shabana said.

Rachel nodded. “Are they in Khost?” A plan was slowly taking shape in her mind.

“Yes.”

“I’ll need her address and a date and time when I can pick her up.”

“Her husband is traveling,” Shabana said. “He’s gone until Sunday.”

“Call her now,” Rachel said. “Ask her when I can come pick up her and her children. They’ll need to pack bags, whatever they absolutely need to bring. They should take as few belongings as possible.”

Yamna walked over to them, having overheard their conversation. “Use my telephone. We don’t want it in the call log on your cell phone that you spoke with her right before she vanished,” Yamna told Shabana. “Call her now.”

“Are you sure?” Shabana asked. Her eyes were filling with tears as she looked back and forth between Yamna and Rachel.

“You will likely never see her again, Shabana.” Rachel noted. “You’ll have to say your goodbyes over the phone unless you’re going with her.”

Shabana nodded and a tear rolled down her cheek. She went to the kitchen to make the phone call.

“Anyone else want a flight out of here?” Rachel asked.

“No. We cannot leave,” Yashfa said.

“Too many children relying on us,” Yamna added. “Besides, our husbands and our lives aren’t terrible. Not great, but not terrible. Much better you help those who truly need help.”

After finishing her phone call to her sister, Shabana said, “She can be ready in one hour, and her husband will be home on Sunday in time to escort her to midday prayers.” Her voice shook, though she seemed to be vacillating between grief at saying goodbye to her sister and joy at the hope of Pari’s new life.

“One hour?” Rachel raised an eyebrow.

“That’s when she can be ready. She’s packing now.” 

Rachel nodded and pulled out her phone to text Ryan over their encrypted messaging app.

 “What?” Shabana asked, staring at Rachel wide-eyed with hopeful desperation.

“I’m figuring it out,” Rachel assured her. “So you know though, the newspapers will report that she and her children are dead. There will be some story about how she was a victim of the Taliban. It will be framed in such a way that will cause outrage from the international community and put pressure on the Afghan government to stand up to the Taliban and Al-Qaeda.”

“But you’re not a spy?” Yashfa sniffed.

“No, of course not! I’m obviously an academic researcher at Princeton University!” Rachel insisted. Her phone buzzed a minute later with Ryan’s response.

 Rachel looked up from her phone. “Shabana, call your sister back and tell her I’ll be at her house in ninety minutes. Make sure she doesn’t tell anyone.”

Shabana nodded and ran back to the kitchen to use the phone again.

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About the Author

Megan Michelle writes dark romance for the fearless women who are ready to reclaim their power and confront the shadows of their past. Her stories blend the raw emotions of military life, the strength of feminism, and the passion of forbidden love, all while guiding readers on a journey of self-discovery and healing. Through dark romance, she explores the complexity of love, power, and identity. Her stories invite you to dive deep into the hearts of women who don’t just survive—they thrive, reclaiming their power and rewriting their stories on their own terms.

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Spotlight: Secret Keeper by Victoria Pinter

House of Morgan

Contemporary Romance

Date Published: 07-29-2025

Publisher: Love in a book

Anthony Morgan is the last man I should ever work for.
Too bad I don’t have a choice.

It started with an email from Jennifer Gonzales.
It ended with me walking into a boardroom face-to-face with the man who once loved her.
The same man who looks at me like I’m a threat to everything he built.

And maybe I am.

He’s cold. Controlled.
Italian billionaire in an Armani suit, hiding bruises behind bank accounts.
He thinks I’m still loyal to my former best friend—the woman who broke his brother’s heart and stole something she should’ve never touched.

But I’m not here for Belle.
I’m here to do a job.

Security.
Protection.
No distractions.

Except Anthony Morgan is a distraction.

His eyes strip me bare.
His voice is a seduction I never saw coming.
And every time we fight, it feels like foreplay.

Getting too close to him is a mistake.
Falling for him?
Dangerous.

But if there’s one thing I’ve learned from war zones and heartbreak…
It’s that the most forbidden fire burns the hottest.

And Anthony Morgan is pure flame.

Excerpt

Chapter One

Stepping into the lion's den was supposed to be a metaphor, but the reality hit me like a freight train as I crossed the threshold into the Morgan boardroom. The sharp echo of my heels against the stark, polished marble floor sounded like a countdown, each click amplifying the tension that hung in the air. The room was coldly immaculate, a showcase of the Morgan empire’s power and wealth, yet nothing could compare to the chill radiating from Anthony Morgan’s gaze. His icy stare halted me in my tracks, a force so intense it left me breathless and disoriented. I could almost feel the temperature drop as he scrutinized me, an intruder daring to invade his territory.

I had anticipated this meeting would be challenging. I’d run through every possible scenario in my mind, envisioning resolutions ranging from a simple dismissal to an outright ejection. But facing Anthony’s wrathful glare, I realized how woefully unprepared I truly was for the raw hostility emanating from him. His anger was palpable, a heatwave of intensity that made me question my sanity for even stepping foot in this place. The man I’d never met until today looked ready to hurl me out the window—or worse.

I should have backed out. I’d sensed the mistake the moment his assistant sent the email. But the Morgans were titans, their influence sprawling across the globe. Their business meant success, and failure had never been an option for me. So, I donned my best suit and waded into this viper pit, determined. Now, Anthony’s glacial eyes challenged me to speak first. I envisioned all the ways this could end badly: defenestration, a cement bath, or worse yet, sleeping with the fishes like in those old mobster flicks. Sure, I was being dramatic, but those eyes could freeze lava. I couldn’t help but chuckle inwardly at the thought of Anthony Morgan’s glare being so potent it could freeze a cup of coffee in seconds. If he ever tried bartending, his signature drink would undoubtedly be the "Frostbite Frappuccino," guaranteed to give customers brain freeze and a shiver down their spine.

Despite the icy atmosphere, I extended my hand and mustered my best smile. “Mr. Morgan, I’m Em Fletcher.”

The air in the room felt thick, almost oppressive, as I stepped inside. The polished mahogany table gleamed under the soft light, reflecting the tension that hung like a shadow between us. Anthony Morgan sat there, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, a fortress of muscle and indifference. I could almost hear the gears grinding in his mind as he assessed me, sizing me up like a prizefighter before the bell rang.

I couldn't shake off the mental image of Anthony Morgan attempting to crack a smile. It seemed as likely as a penguin doing stand-up comedy, entertaining, yet highly improbable. Did he ever crack a smile? It would probably cause a solar eclipse from the sheer rarity of the occasion.

“Em Fletcher,” I said, forcing a smile that felt more like a grimace. “I’m here for the meeting.”

He didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he leaned back in his chair, his dark eyes narrowing slightly as if trying to decipher a riddle wrapped in an enigma. The silence stretched between us, thickening with each passing second. I could feel the weight of my past choices pressing down on me and my history with Belle and the Morgans, the loyalty I had once sworn to her.

Who knew that facing down one of the most powerful figures in the business world could also feel like being trapped in an episode of "The Office," complete with awkward silences and exaggerated expressions?

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USA Today Bestselling Author, Victoria Pinder grew up in Irish Catholic Boston before moving to the Miami sun though she left that for a while to live in New Orleans, Denver and now Pittsburgh. She started single but the husband and then children joined in on the fun. She’s worked in engineering, then lawyer, then teacher, and finally novelist. She refused to one day turn 50 and realize she had nothing but her career and hours at a desk.

During all this time and travel, she always wrote stories to entertain herself or calm down. Her parents are practical minded people demanding a job, and Victoria spent too many years living other people’s expectations, but when she sat down to see what skill she had that matched what she enjoyed doing, writing became so obvious. The middle school year book when someone wrote in it that one day she’d be a writer made sense when she turned thirty.

She’s always been amazing, adventurous and assured. It’s what gets her through the day.

Her website is www.victoriapinder.com where you can get a free read NOW. Please write as she loves writing back to her fans.

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Spotlight: Boss of the Year by Nicole French

Release Date: August 15

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He’s her brooding, off-limits boss. She’s his brother’s newest flame…and the weakness he’s craved for years.

She never expected to come face-to-face with Lucas Lyons—the grumpy, gorgeous CEO of the entire Lyons empire and the older brother of her long-forgotten crush. 

Once upon a time, Marie had been just the invisible girl in the back of the estate kitchen. Now? She’s confident, capable, and no longer easy to ignore.

Especially not by Lucas.

He sees her now. And it’s a problem.

***

Lucas Lyons—head of the Lyons family empire, perfectionist, older brother to the man who used to make Marie’s teenage heart flutter—sees his beautiful personal chef as a complication. A distraction he doesn’t need. A girl he has no business wanting.

Especially now that his younger brother is suddenly very interested in Marie himself.

Lucas knows she’s too young. Too bold. Too tempting.

But the closer they get, the more dangerous the line between forbidden and inevitable becomes.

For a man like Lucas, giving in means losing control. And falling for Marie Zola?

Might just ruin them both.

*Boss of the Year is a Sabrina-inspired boss-employee romance that does NOT include cheating, but does include a lot of angst. If you’re not up for drama, this isn’t your cup of tea. 

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Nicole French is a USA Today bestselling author of contemporary romance. She's also a hopeless romantic, Springsteen fanatic, and total bookworm. When not writing, she is hanging out with her family, playing soccer with the rest of the thirty-plus crowd in Seattle, or going on dates with her husband. In her spare time, she likes to go running or practice the piano, but never seems to do either one of these things as much as she should.

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Spotlight: Fake-Off with Fate by Whitney Dineen

(Love in Maple Falls)

Publication date: August 13th 2025

Genres: Adult, Comedy, Contemporary, Romance, Sports

Synopsis:

She’s a closet designer for the rich and famous and he’s a broken-hearted captain of a pro-hockey team. Neither of them is looking for love.

Ashlyn
An unexpected trip home to Maple Falls gets even more surprising when I inadvertently become acting mayor.
Add a huge crisis and a smoking hot hockey player, and I’m in over my head before I know it.

I’m only here for a short time, so I will not fall for Mr. Tall, dark, and adorable. I don’t care how helpful and kind he is. Long-distance never works, so the answer is no.

Jamie
I’m sick of the press hounding me about my last relationship, so when the opportunity arose to captain a new hockey team in smalltown Washington, I jumped at it.

Too bad I didn’t ask more questions before moving here, like, “Are there bears, and will they be living in my backyard?”

Then there’s Ashlyn. The last thing I expected was to meet a funny, sassy, and good-hearted woman like her. I swore off love after my last heartbreak, but my heart is acting like it missed the memo.

There’s no way I’m going to pursue her. Unless of course, fate has intervened, and we were meant to be…

***
Fake-Off with Fate is a slow-burn, friends to love, fake-dating small town hockey romcom in the Love in Maple Falls series. Add a town conflict, missing mayor, and bear infestation and you will be laughing and cheering your way to a happy ending!

Welcome back to Maple Falls—the small town where hockey players fall in love! This is a multi-author series of seven full-length books that could be read as standalones, but we think you’ll enjoy them best in order.

Excerpt

After she leaves, I turn my attention back to Ashlyn. “I don’t usually get ignored. You must be something special in this town.”

“No more special than every other kid who grew up here. The difference is, I didn’t stay. As a result, when I come home, some of my old friends get excited.”

“Where do you live?”

“Los Angeles. I went to college at UCLA, and I stayed.”

“I’m from New York City.” 

“I go there often for work.” She explains, “I’m a closet designer for rich people. A lot of my clients have homes on both coasts.”

Shaking my head, I tell her, “I can’t imagine needing someone to organize my closet for me.”

Her gaze moves from my face to what she can see of my outfit. “Not much of a clothes horse, huh?”

It feels like she’s judging me and for some reason that irritates me. “I have over fifty pairs of shoes,” I brag.

“Wow.” The accompanying laughter makes it clear she’s not impressed. 

We sit quietly for long enough that I once again think about getting my food to go. But then Ashlyn announces, “My dad wanted to talk you and your teammates into holding a kissing booth at Maple Fest to bring in a bigger crowd.”

I nearly spit out the sip of water I just took. I force myself to swallow it before telling her, “That’s not going to happen.”

She scoffs. “I know, right?”

What does she mean by that?

She seems to realize I’ve taken offense because she adds, “Not that women wouldn’t want to kiss you. I mean, I’m sure someof them would …” Just clearly not her. Which is fine, because I don’t currently want to kiss anyone, including her.

Yet, I can’t seem to help myself from boasting, “Women enjoy kissing hockey players.”

“Open your mouth,” she orders. 

I don’t know why, but I do as she instructs. She leans forward and peers inside. “It looks like you have all your teeth, so that’s a plus.”

“I’m still not going to volunteer my guys for a kissing booth,” I tell her.

Her face crunches up like I’ve just offered her a worm salad. “Please don’t. I’ve already told my dad what a disgusting idea that is.”

“You don’t like kissing men, huh?” I wonder if she’s gay.

“I most certainly do enjoy kissing men,” she says. “Just not strangers. And certainly not ones who’ve been kissing a lot of other women.” She grimaces before adding, “I mean really, hockey players? Imagine where all those mouths have been.”

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Whitney loves to laugh, play with her kids, bake, and eat french fries -- not always in that order.

Whitney is a multi-award-winning author of romcoms, non-fiction humor, and middle reader fiction. Basically, she writes whatever the voices in her head tell her to. 

She lives in the beautiful Pacific Northwest with her husband, Jimmy, where they raise children, chickens, and organic vegetables.

Gold Medal winner at the International Readers' Favorite Awards, 2017.

Silver medal winner at the International Readers' Favorite Awards, 2015, 2016.

Finalist RONE Awards, 2016.

Finalist at the IRFA 2016, 2017.

Finalist at the Book Excellence Awards, 2017

Finalist Top Shelf Indie Book Awards, 2017

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Cover Reveal: Beyond the Blue Horizon by A.L. Jackson

A.L. Jackson has revealed the gorgeous covers for the fourth standalone in her Moonlit Ridge series!

I should have known I’d break the promise I made when I found her stranded in a blizzard…

Feisty as hell and the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen.
With the cutest kid and her grandmother in tow, she’s completely off limits.
I don't get involved with women like that.
I learned long ago I don't have the ability to love.
My life is sordid and danger is always hiding in the shadows.

Only I can’t turn my back on them when I realize she’s in trouble, and I insist on them staying in a cabin at the motel I own.
As penance for my sins, I promised my life to protecting others.
Except she becomes so much more.
A need I don’t recognize. A desperation that burns beneath my flesh.
One kiss, and I’m falling for her.
One touch, and I’m at her feet.

But when my dark past comes back to haunt me, I’m in a race against time to save the only woman I’ve ever loved. Only it may be the demons that have been chasing her that destroy what we built…

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Spotlight: Mr. Not Your Savior! by Alina Jacobs

(The Seattle Svenssons, #2)

Publication date: August 5th 2025

Genres: Adult, Comedy, Contemporary, Romance

Synopsis:

When your mean boss asks you if you’re ready to admit defeat—and move out of his car…you wonder where you went wrong in life.

Two weeks ago, I was an optimistic office girl with a Pinterest vision board and a dream.
Now? I’m standing in a billionaire’s penthouse office, trying not to throw a donut at his smug, perfect face.
McCarthy Svensson is my new boss-slash-personal tormentor.
Though he thinks he’s my only protector.

He’s wrong. He’s way worse than the merry-go-round of ex fiancés who may or may not be stalking me, including ex-fiancé number one of three, who fakes his death then pops up out of a casket. Alive.
Yes, I have a messy dating life.
I like to think it makes me unique and quirky!
He doesn’t seem to think so.

When he growls, “I’m not helping you until you admit you need me,” I slam a binder against his chest and smile sweetly.
“Pick your fake girlfriend, buddy. Deadline’s midnight.”
He smirks. “As long as she’s nothing like you.”
Cool.
Now all I have to do is convince this ice-cold bastard that I’m exactly what he needs…

No not like that! I’m trying to save his reputation and my job.
And I’m not saving either if I keep letting him finger me in the back seat of his limo…gulp.

Stalkers, hot but toxic bosses, a granny with a flamethrower… This full-length, stand-alone, enemies-to-lovers romantic comedy with all of the crazy laughs and of course the perfect happily ever after!

Excerpt

I lean over. I might not be pissing on Brock’s grave, but I am going to spit on him. Symbolically, mostly. I don’t want to go to jail for defiling a corpse. Bethany really would fire me then. 

But as I lean over, there’s motion.

I’m literally losing it, I think. 

His corpse hasn’t just smiled, has it?

“B-B—Brock?” I stammer, then I scream when a cold hand shoots up and grabs my neck.

“Vampire! Help! Zombie!” I slap at him. 

Still screaming, I scramble back, tripping over chairs, falling and banging my knees. My dress hem rides up my stress-eating-enhanced thighs as I try to escape that unholy thing in the coffin. 

It’s sitting up with cold, lifeless eyes.

“Call the police! Call the army! Help!” I look around wildly for someone with a flamethrower or a gun. 

Except… I’m the only one upset. No one is freaked out that Brock has risen from the dead. No one is screaming from fear. Instead, they’re… laughing?

“Oh my god!” Brock is clutching his sides. “Oh my fucking god, your face!”

His friends from the YouTube channel are circling vultures with cameras as everyone howls at me. 

“Did you get her falling?” One of the camera men motions to the other. 

I grab my skirt. “What the hell? Are you kidding me? This was a prank?” 

“I can’t believe you fell for it!” Brock’s laughing hysterically in the casket while I sob on the floor.

My ex leaps out of the coffin and swaggers over to me. “Surprise! I always knew you cared, baby.”

The cameras are in my face as he crouches down in front of me.

“Aww, you’re crying over me. Come here, give me a hug.”

I’m in shock; I don’t know what I’m doing as I let him wrap his arms around me. 

My ex leans in to kiss me on the head. 

“Hey, man, you’re ruining the shot,” one of the cameramen complains. 

“I don’t give a fuck about your fucking bullshit YouTube channel.” A massive arm wraps around my waist, then I’m yanked upright and back. 

I cling to McCarthy as he holds me, my legs jelly. 

The room is spinning.

I’m going to puke. 

I left Brock after he played one too many stupid jokes on me—and now this? 

“Why would you do this?” I whimper. “Make me think you’re dead?”  

“The content, man.” 

“Don’t fucking talk to her.” McCarthy tucks me protectively to his side.  

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I write the kind of books I love—romantic comedies featuring snarly guys with hearts of gold, kick-ass heroines, and a swoon-worthy happily ever after! Also wine. And cupcakes.

When I’m not writing I can be found drinking tea, surrounded by my massive to-be-read pile! So many books...

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