Cover Reveal: Love Unforgettable by Denise Wells

Release Date: October 17, 2018

Cover Design: MadHat Books




What was I supposed to do?

Trevor, my ex, had broken my heart.


My besties were floating on the sexual equivalent of cloud nine with their respective soul mates. My crazy, surrogate, Jewish grandma was drinking all my wine and sharing all my secrets.

You would have done the same.

Because Cole Mason was just standing there. The rancher from Texas who had me silently begging for him to call me ma’am. Beckoning me with those dark-brown eyes I caught staring at my tits and a body I wanted to climb like a tree.

Never mind that he was my new neighbor, one that I disliked from the start.

I knew in time he’d either lasso my broken heart and fix it, or I’d pull a Trevor and break his.

Looking back, one thing is for certain, I don’t regret a damn thing.






Cole holds my hand the entire drive home, our hands resting on my left thigh. His thumb running along the side of my hand. That small touch drives me wild. I can’t wait to get him out of this car and into my bedroom. I’m so turned on it’s all I can do not to straddle him while he’s driving. I don’t even sing along to 70’s on 7, I can’t focus on anything other than him.

How can he still drive and remain so calm?

I want him to be as frazzled as I am. As turned on as I am. Though, from the looks of his cock in his jeans, he’s hard as a rock. I wait until we turn on to the private road leading to our properties before I unclip my seat belt and swing my right leg around to straddle him. I tilt my hips down, so I can feel all of him, then bury my head in his neck and nibble my way from his ear down past his neckline. One of his arms immediately goes around me, pulling me in tighter while the other one tries to steer.

“Fuck it,” he says stopping the truck and putting it in park. He grabs my face in his hands and looks me in the eye.

“You’re asking for trouble, Sweetness,” he says.

“Are you trouble? Cause then, yes I am,” I smile.

He leans in and kisses me.


And again.

His palms never leaving my cheeks, his lips never leaving mine. We kiss until the windows fog and my lips are numb, and neither one of us can catch our breath. My body overheated, I lean back away from him and try to get my bearings.

“Let’s go,” he says gruffly.

He starts the truck and puts it into drive, then cruises along at a slowish speed along the dark private drive. I place my palms on either side of his face and lower my lips to his, kissing him softly. Then pulling away slightly to run my tongue along his upper lip and place kisses on either side of his mouth. When I look up, I see that he’s watching me and not the road, and that the truck is hardly moving. I pull his bottom lip between my teeth and bite gently, then soothe it with my tongue. Rolling my hips against him.

God, he feels good.

I pepper kisses around his mouth as I run my hands down his biceps, over his abs, and back up to his chest. Feeling the solid muscle under the silky shirt. We reach my house and he parks the truck, grabs my hands and brings them behind my back. Holding them there with one hand and using the other at the back of my head to hold it still.

“Turnabout is fair play, Sweetness.” He starts with his lips at the base of my neck and works his way up to my jawline, hitting all of the sensitive places at once, making my body quiver.

The minute his lips hit mine, I know this kiss will be different.

And it is.

More demanding and possessive than before. With a bit of ‘me Tarzan, you Jane’ thrown in. His lips sure, his tongue demanding, his hips thrusting. My dress slips up to my waist. My panties are the only thing between me and the friction of his jeans. I’ve been so turned on all night. And he’s so hard. Everywhere. The slightest little…

Oh. My. God.

“Oh, Cole,” I moan into his mouth. “I think… ohhh.” I grind down on him as he thrusts up, and I orgasm. A large, long, spectacular, breathtaking orgasm that has me undulating against him. My body wracked with waves of explosive pleasure flooding through me.

“There you go. Oh yeah. So beautiful. So hot. Take it, baby,” he groans against my lips. My head falls back as he moves his mouth to my neck, sucking and biting, pulling on my hair. I’m arched against him, hips pressed together, my upper back hitting the top of his steering wheel. My body slowly melting back down to reality.

“Jesus Christ, Sweetness,” he says against my hair as he releases my hands.

“Mmmm,” I stretch up and wind my arms around his neck and lay my upper body against his. My face in his neck. He runs his hands up and down my back, pulling me tight against him.

“Holy shit, that was good,” I say.

Cole moves one of his hands from my back to my bare thigh, fingers crawling higher and higher until he’s almost at my panty line. I shiver with anticipation. He kisses my lips, then leans his forehead against mine, rubbing the tips of our noses together until I look at him.

“I haven’t even touched you yet, Sweetness.”

“I won’t be able to take it when you do,” I smile.

“You can and you will,” he says.


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About the Author


I can’t live without nail polish, the darker the better.

I drink a glass of wine every day, but if I could get away with it, I’d drink a bottle. My favorite things to eat are chips with salsa. But red vines and popcorn are a close runner-up.

I currently reside with four dogs, two cats, and one husband. Three of my dogs are Siberian Huskies, so my clothes always have fur on them. Always.

Given the opportunity, I would read books all day long. So far my record for a single day is five full-length books.

Hoodies are my favorite item of clothing, bras are my least. Hats are my second favorite. They look good on my head. I’m lucky that way.

When I’m writing well, I’m barely reading. And vice-versa.

I’m a terrible dancer and have no rhythm. Like zero. Just ask my husband.

I started an underground literary magazine in college, which I credit for really launching my narcissistic tendencies via writing.

If I couldn’t be a writer, I would be a rockstar. Someone from Journey, preferably the Steve Perry years.


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Release Day: Daddy’s Demands







These daddies don’t ask for obedience. They demand it.Daddy’s Demands is a collection of decadently dirty daddy dom romances from some of the hottest authors in the genre. This deliciously naughty box set includes twenty-five brand-new, stand-alone novellas featuring steaming hot, irresistibly sexy adventures with the baddest daddies imaginable. Good girls be warned: your obedience will be demanded on September 18th.

Featured Authors: Madison Faye, Renee Rose, Loki Renard, Maggie Ryan, Zoe Blake, Alta Hensley, Lee Savino, J.L. Beck, Jane Henry, Isabella Laase, Kelly Dawson, Sara Fields, Kara Kelley, Measha Stone, Amelia Smarts, Mary Wehr, Maddie Taylor, Meredith O’Reilly, Morganna Williams, Katherine Deane, Alexis Alvarez, Shelly Douglas, Sassa Daniels, Marlee Wray, and Rory Reynolds

Publisher’s Note: The stories featured in this collection all contain hot, dirty sex, sometimes involving ménage or reverse harem themes. Some include spankings, intense and humiliating punishments, and strong D/s themes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this box set.




Release Day: Blue Collar Alpha Series Vol 1 By Aria Cole





Also available via Kindle Unlimited





Heavy duty pickup trucks, sun-kissed abs and faded jeans that hang just below the hips…

Welcome to the world of sexy blue collar alpha males and the women who love them.


Under Construction (Blue Collar Alphas 1)

When Paige Brennan moves into her new apartment she doesn’t expect it to come with the neighbor from hell. His late night antics keep her up all hours, with every knock and bang made worse by their shared bedroom wall. When Paige finally bumps into the noisy night owl, she’s determined to give him a piece of her mind, even if his broad shoulders and rogue grin leave her hot under the collar.

Stone Garrett is obsessed by the beauty next door, her smart mouth and dangerous curves driving him to distraction. She’s way out of his league but he’s hellbent on proving he can be everything she needs and more. Passions boil over after another late night ends with Stone’s hand down his pretty new neighbor’s impossibly short sleep shorts. But does love exist beyond their shared bedroom wall? Or are they destined to only be an unforgettable one-night stand?




Under Her Hood (Blue Collar Alphas 2)

Sadie McGuire took the mechanic job at Fox Motors because there were no other options available, and working on cars is the only thing she knows how to do. But a bossy, growly, alpha-asshole of a boss isn’t something she bargained for. Neither is the way he makes her panties damp with one stolen glance. Now it’s just a matter of getting through the days without spontaneously combusting under his hard gaze.

Jackson Fox hired sweet little Sadie for one reason: she was sexier than hell when she begged him for the job in those skin-tight blue jeans. The fact that she’s talented under the hood of a car is just icing on the cake. But now he can’t get the sexy, smart-ass blonde out of his head. Or his garage. There’s only one option left—to scratch the sexy little itch that’s been plaguing his fantasies, or risk losing his head–and his business.




Under Fire (Blue Collar Alphas 3)

Blaise Michaels has never met a fire he couldn’t tame—or a woman who could cause a five-alarm blaze in his heart. But the night he meets Brianna Foster is a night that will leave permanent marks on them both.

Brianna Foster wasn’t looking for love—in fact, all she was looking for was her grumpy old cat before the building dissolved into ash around them. But when tall, dark, and heroic bursts through her apartment door to save her—and her kitty—from the flames, she never dreams he would light a fire that could incinerate her soul.






Aria Cole is a thirty-something housewife who once felt bad for reading dirty books late at night, until she decided to write her own. Possessive alpha men and the sassy heroines who love them are common, along with a healthy dose of irresistible insta-love and happily ever afters so sweet your teeth may ache.

For a safe, off-the-charts HOT, and always HEA story that doesn’t take a lifetime to read, get lost in an Aria Cole book!
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Cover Reveal: Sixty-Nine By Sosie Frost



Varius Payne is a guilty pleasure that tempts a girl to sin.
He’s a devil in bed, and every night in his arms promises paradise.
Our agreement was simple—no names, no details, no confessions beyond our need for each other.
…Until the day we came face-to-face outside our secret hotel room, working together to coordinate his small-town Christmas pageant.
Varius needs a savior, but I’m no angel. And saving him from his demons risks my own heart.
It’d be a match made in Heaven…
If it hadn’t detoured through Hell.



Sosie Frost is no stranger to quirky, embarrassing, and wild situations, and she’s channeling all that new adult angst into fun romances.

From marching at the high school homecoming game without her trumpet (a punishment for forgetting the instrument on the band bus), to regretfully tucking her prom dress into the back of her tights before pictures, and even accidentally starting a chemical fire in the college chem lab, Sosie has the market cornered on crazy stories.

But hey, writing is a better outlet than therapy right? 😉

If you want funny, charming, and steamy romances, you’ve found the right author!

Sosie lives in Pittsburgh with her hubby, her two cats, and thrives on a near constant stream of gummy bears.




Release Day: Wilde about Carson By Cate Faircloth







We have always just been friends.

Emily Rhey has been my best friend since tin-can lunches in the first grade. We have seen each other through everything; the ‘firsts’, the ‘seconds, the ‘always,’ but most importantly when everyone left, she was still there.

She’s smart, beautiful, witty–the perfect woman for any man.

Even someone like me; heir to my father’s empire, as handsome as I am rich.

Over the years, plenty have questioned us–my brothers, even my mother; but we have never crossed that line.

I never thought about it, and as far as I’m concerned, neither has she.

When grief draws us together, very close together, it changes everything…

I tell myself we are only friends…until I can decide if it is still true.





I have been a romantic all my life; in books, movies, television, and anything that brings happiness into the world. Though I love reading and avoiding daily responsibilities, I am also an undergraduate at the University of Iowa, a flag ship university for writing and creative freedom. I love connecting with all my readers, and sharing the stories that dance around in my head.



Cover Reveal: Deeper (Underground #3) By Jenika Snow





When Stella Vincent’s father gambled away her childhood home, it was up to her to get it back. But when she finally met the man who held the deed, she realized just how dangerous he really was.

And how much she wanted him.

Tate Wessen knew he was dangerous, and he counted on others realizing the same thing in order for him get what he wanted. Running an illegal underground fight club wasn’t the worst thing he’s ever done.

When Stella walked into his office the obsession is instant. She’ll do anything to get her father’s house back, and he’s depraved enough to use that to his advantage. What he offers her was very simple.

She must submit to him in any way he saw fit for the next two weeks. After that her father’s debt was absolved.

The only problem was, he found himself falling for Stella and knowing that letting her walk away wasn’t an option.

Warning: This story was previously published under the same title. It’s since been re-edited, revised, and new content has been added. There may be graphic material some readers find offensive.

*blurb unedited/not finalized*






Jenika Snow, a USA Today bestselling author, lives in the northeast with her husband and their children.

She prefers gloomy days, eats the topping off of her pizza first, and prefers to wear socks year round.


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Release Day: P.S. I miss you By Winter Renshaw




The first time I met you, you were a stranger. The second time, you were my roommate. The third time, you made it clear you were about to become the biggest thorn my side had ever known.

You sing way too loud in the shower and use all the hot water.

You’re bossy as hell.

You make my life all kinds of complicated.

But no matter how hard I try, I can’t stop thinking about you.

And truthfully … I can’t stop wanting you.

I was going to tell you this. I was going to sit you down, swallow my pride, hang up my noncommittal ways and show you a side of me you nor anyone else has ever seen before … but then you dropped a game-changing bombshell; a confession so nuclear it stopped me in my tracks.

How I didn’t see this coming, I’ll never know.


P.S. I miss you.



I’m standing outside Melrose’s door, two sweaty beer bottles under one arm as I knock.
“Go away, Sutter,” she calls, voice stuffy.
I knock again.
“Go. Away,” she says.
A third knock should do it. A fourth if I must. I’m not going anywhere tonight.
Seconds later, the door swings open with a hard pull and Melrose’s frown neutralizes when she sees the drinks in my hand.
“What’s this?” she asks.
“You look like you had a rough night.” I hand hers over, but she doesn’t accept it right away.
Her tired stare rests on my outstretched hand. “Why are you being so nice to me?”
“Weirding you out too, huh?”
I manage to get the smallest smile out of her. I think. It’s gone before I can be sure.
Finally taking my generous gift, Melrose raises her brows and takes a swig. “Guess not.”
“You want to talk about it?” I ask, hooking my hand behind my neck. I’m terrible at these kinds of things and I don’t like to talk for the sake of talking, but I’ve come this far.
“Is your girlfriend gone?” She ignores my question.
“Acquaintance. And yeah. I sent her home.”
“You did?” Her forehead crinkles, like she doesn’t believe it.
I nod. And I don’t believe it myself. I’ve never put sex on the back burner so I could comfort some crying chick.
“I need to let Murphy out.” Melrose scoops the wrinkly beast into her arms and treks downstairs, cutting through the living room and kitchen to get to the backyard.
I follow, stepping out to the patio and sliding the door closed behind me. Murphy trots off, disappearing somewhere in the dark yard, and Melrose takes a seat on one of the steps. The moonlight makes her shine almost, painting a glow onto her bronzed skin and silky hair.
“So … you’re okay then?” I ask, picking at the label on my bottle. It occurs to me that I still haven’t thanked her for folding my shirts the other day, but this doesn’t feel like the right time.
“You don’t have to do this,” she says.
“Do what?”
“Feel sorry for me,” she says, turning and glancing up. “I don’t need your pity.”
“I don’t feel sorry for you. I don’t even know what happened,” I say. “But judging by the way you were dressed when you came home … I’m thinking it had to do with some douche.”
“You were right, Sutter.” She picks at the label on her bottle. “I went out with Robert McCauley tonight.”
My chest tightens. I already know where this is going.



Wall Street Journal and #1 Amazon bestselling author Winter Renshaw is a bona fide daydream believer. She lives somewhere in the middle of the USA and can rarely be seen without her trusty Mead notebook and ultra portable laptop. When she’s not writing, she’s living the American dream with her husband, three kids, and the laziest puggle this side of the Mississippi.And if you’d like to be the first to know when a new book is coming out, please sign up for her private mailing list here —>

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