Weekly Releases

Weekly Releases (10th July, 2017)

Jilted by Sawyer Bennett

FINAL Jilted_Hollywood hath no fury like a woman scorned. In this fun, flirty second-chance romance from New York Times bestselling author Sawyer Bennett, an aspiring starlet reconnects with her first love.

“Sawyer Bennett never fails to deliver heroes I fall hard for and heroines I adore.”—Violet Duke

Eden Goodnight went to Los Angeles to make it big, not to be publicly humiliated by her cheating fiancé at a red-carpet premiere. But when Eden returns to her hometown to put the scandal behind her, she can barely find a sympathetic shoulder to cry on. Turns out the locals are worse than the paparazzi, and they all think she’s turned into a spoiled brat. But in a strange twist of fate, the one person who seems to understand what Eden’s going through is Cooper Mayfield . . . the boy she left behind.

Small-town charm is no match for the glitz and glamour of Hollywood. At least that’s what Coop’s been telling himself all these years. As Eden’s old flame—and the landscaper for her family’s historic home—Coop feels some responsibility for getting her out of her funk. But as soon as he sees that million-dollar smile, he’s a goner. Soon they’re making out like teenagers again. But when a life-changing role falls into Eden’s lap, Coop just hopes she doesn’t give up on a love that’s meant to be.

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Wicked Grind by J. Kenner

WickedGrind_Ecover_FINAL_RSometimes it feels so damn good to be bad

Photographer Wyatt Royce’s career is on the verge of exploding. All he needs is one perfect model to be the centerpiece of his sexy, controversial show. Find her, and Wyatt is sure to have a winner.

Then Kelsey Draper walks in. Stunning. Vibrant. And far too fragile for a project like this. Wyatt should know—after all, he remembers only too well why their relationship ended all those years ago.

Determined to break free from her good girl persona, Kelsey wants spice. Adventure. And she’s certain that Wyatt is just the man to help.

But when Wyatt agrees to give her the job only if he has complete control—on camera and in his bed—Kelsey can’t help but wonder if she’s in too deep. Because how can a good girl like her ever be enough for a man like Wyatt?

All Wicked novels stand alone

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Summer Love by J. Lum

Summer Love_ebookTOBY

Spending the entire summer with my father wasn’t in my plans. I hated him. I was angry and resentful, and it made me feel out of control.

Until I met her.

Casey is carefree. She lives life to the fullest, without regrets, and to a guy like me, she was hope. We only had the summer, and I knew better than to get wrapped up with her, but I couldn’t help it.

And now? Now, I don’t know how to let her go.


I’d never been in love. At fifteen, my life was filled with books and family expectations. Love was not something I had time for.

And then, he saved me.

Toby is a boy from California, so you would think he’d be easy going, but he isn’t. He’s the definition of self-control; everything has to be “just so.” But when we’re together, living each day with reckless abandon, I realize that life is so much more than fairytales within the pages.

I’m pretty sure he’s my soulmate. But what good can possibly come from falling so hard when you’re this young? How can this ever work?

A promise. That’s all we have to hold on to. One. Simple. Promise.

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Bought and Paid For by Jordan Marie & Jenika Snow

IMG_3324He wanted my virginity.

He wanted to own me.

I just wanted to be his.


I wanted Megan from the moment I first saw her, and nothing would keep me from her.

I could have been called a bastard for knowing her father would fail in paying me for a mutual business agreement, for knowing I would take Megan as payment.

But she was mine and in my world, when I wanted something, I took it. And I wanted her.

She was bought and paid for, collateral damage when her father failed to uphold his end of the deal.

They all think it’s only for a week. They’re wrong.

I’m keeping her.


My father couldn’t fulfill a debt to Jackson King, but Jackson didn’t seem to mind, not when he got me as his payment.

Having been attracted to the brutal businessman for years, I couldn’t help but feel arousal and trepidation at what he had planned. He wanted me for a week, to do with as he pleased.

He wanted my virginity.

But I knew this was more than just repaying a debt. This was about Jackson wanting to own me, not just my body, but every part of who I was.

And the depraved part about it all was the fact that I wanted to give everything to him.

I wanted to be his.

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Shameless by Lisa Renee Jones

ShamelessThe second and final book in the sexy and intense White Lies Duet from New York Times Bestselling Author Lisa Renee Jones.

Nick “Tiger” Rogers, sought out Faith Winter with revenge as his agenda. He made her his obsession. He seduced her. He made her want him. He made her trust him. And then he trusted her. He wanted her. He loved her.

But now, the lies will be exposed, the truth revealed.

Hearts will be broken. Lives shattered.

Nick. Faith.

The truth. The passion.

The SHAMELESS obsession.

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The Darkest Sunrise by Aly Martinez

33357953Sticks and stones will break my bones, but words will never harm me.

Whoever coined that phrase is a bald-faced liar. Words are often the sharpest weapon of all, triggering some of the most powerful emotions a human can experience.

“You’re pregnant.”

“It’s a boy.”

“Your son needs a heart transplant.”

Sticks and stones will break my bones, but words will never harm me.


Syllables and letters may not be tangible, but they can still destroy your entire life faster than a bullet from a gun.

Two words—that was all it took to extinguish the sun from my sky.

“He’s gone.”

For ten years, the darkness consumed me.

In the end, it was four deep, gravelly words that gave me hope of another sunrise.

“Hi. I’m Porter Reese.”

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Bad Boss by Stella Rhys

35385481He was supposed to be my first and only one-night stand.

He was definitely not supposed to become my boss.

I had always been the good girl – the workaholic with every second of her life mapped out to a tee.

Then I got trapped in an elevator with Julian Hoult.

He was… irresistible. Sophisticated sex in a crisp white shirt. His voice alone dropped me straight to my knees. What was I supposed to do?


I can tell you what I was definitely not supposed to do.

I was not supposed to run into him ever again. I was not supposed to be desperately unemployed, and I was definitely not supposed to accept his dirty little job offer.

But I couldn’t resist.

As CEO of the Hoult Media empire, Julian will stop at nothing to get what he wants. So for his next venture with Manhattan’s most lecherous billionaires, he’s hired me to play the role of bait. And while my official title is that of Executive Assistant, my actual job requires low tops, tight skirts and flaunting everything I’ve got till his clients are easy to bend – till they can barely think for themselves anymore.

It’s sleazy and wrong. Against everything I’ve worked for. But with Julian as my audience, I can’t help but enjoy every second. Thanks to him, I’m embracing the bad, and I swear…

I’ve never in my life felt this damned good.

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REVIEW: Summer Love by J. Lum

Short, bittersweet and captivating

This is an introductory and a wonderfully written debut story from the author…Casey is a carefree dreamer and Toby is the very definition of an angry young man personified, two young people who, free from their usual responsibilities, meet one summer, connect, make promises and irrevocably change their lives….

The world and the characters within this delightful novella are beautifully described with a depth and complexity which made them feel genuine…although the story is short the pages are packed with drama, fun and romance; I felt connected to the two main characters in a way that only usually develops in longer novels..

Full of emotion, humour and love this is a bittersweet and captivating story which I read in one sitting …This novella was reviewed for Summer’s Eve Reads…

~Sheena (4/5)
For fans of: Sloane Murphy, Carian Cole


SNEAK PEEK: Summer Love by J. Lum


“Te odio!” I hate you. The burning rage builds up inside as I am forced to converse with

this family that isn’t my own.

“Tobias, I told you to speak English in the house! You will respect my rules while you

are here. Do you understand me? Your mother and siblings don’t understand you!” My father is

gesticulating wildly with his fist raised. I take a few steps back, my own fists clenched as I try

everything to control my anger. But I can’t get my temper under control and my face is burning

hot. How dare he imply Debi’s anything but my stepmother? She’s not my mother, and Molly

and Jamie are not my siblings. I don’t have a brother and sister …

I glance over my father’s shoulder at them, pretending they aren’t listening in on yet

another argument my father and I are having. Molly is tucked in and sitting on Debi’s lap,

sucking her thumb with a sleepy look on her face while Jamie’s blue-green eyes are marked in

concern. His bowl of chocolate cereal lay untouched and soggy.

We had just started screaming at each other when they walked into the kitchen, bright and

early, their hair in disarray. I felt sorry about waking them up, especially Jamie, who is at the

same age as I was when my father walked out. He’s not stupid; he knows something is wrong

and that look on his face, the concern—I put that there. He usually looks at me like I hung the

moon. The older brother he always wanted. We both carry the deep-rooted Spanish looks. While

my eyes are deep brown, both Jamie and Molly’s are blue like their mother’s and hair jet-black,

like our father’s.

Since coming here, almost every conversation ends up like this, and today is no different.

My father set me off this morning when he tried to have a “normal” conversation with me about

what I had been up to. As if he really cares about my life. Where has he been the last eleven

years? Not in our home, and certainly not with me. No, he was with them, being their doting

father. With my teeth and fists clenched, I stare up at my father.

“No me importa. No son mi familia …” Taking long breaths, I pause. “You left us! I

don’t want to be here, just as much as you don’t want…” My eyes burn from the impending

tears, and I blink hard. No, no, no. I won’t cry. He doesn’t deserve any of my feelings beyond

anger. I have to get out of his house. I’m suffocating here. I try to run past him, but his strong

hands grab hold of my mine, as if to anchor me in place.

“Tobias, don’t … Please, look at me.” I turn away from him and shake my head as he

squeezes my hand. “Tobias, perdóname. Lo siento. I’m sorry.”

I yank my hands free from his grasp as soon as his last ‘sorry’ leaves his lips. I can’t

stand to be in this house another second. I can’t hear him apologize for leaving me—leaving

us—to find a new and better family. I take long strides towards the door and, without looking

back at him, I swing it open and it bangs into the wall. I shake my head. “No significas nada

para mi.” I pause, before repeating my words in English so they all can understand me. “You

mean nothing to me. I won’t ever forgive you.” Then I slam the door shut, running quickly off

the porch and down the path towards the beach. The hairs on my arms stand up as my feet beat

hard against the ground. The air is crisp and breezy, but I don’t care. I need it to be cold as I burn

off the anger I can still feel churning inside me. Being this close to him makes me lose all

control, and I never do that. His needling questions this morning, asking how my life is. Well,

fuck him, he doesn’t get that luxury. Who gives him the goddamn right to try and establish any

relationship with me? I saw his agitation with my one-word answers. It was like poking the bear,

and part of me enjoyed watching him struggle to gain some sort of ground with me.

What tipped this particular conversation was when he brought up my mother. For a split

second it had sounded like he truly cared, but then I remembered, he can’t care about her or me.

Maybe he feels guilty for being absent all these years, but he can’t crawl his way back into my

life and expect me to bend to his demands just because we share the same DNA. I pick up my

pace, allowing the slight sting in my feet to distract me from everything that just happened. To

give me time to work my way through my anger. From a distance, I can hear my name across the

wind. I know it must be my father shouting after me, but I ignore him. I refuse to let him do this

to me. Not again.

At the end of the day, deceit masked in remorse is all I see when I hear his apologies. He

walked away from us and never looked back. I don’t owe him anything. And he doesn’t deserve

my forgiveness. I run faster, wishing for the memories to fade. All I remember was my mom’s

endless tears as she begged my father not to walk out. I was thrust into immediate adulthood

when he left, and I tried to pick up the pieces. It took my mom years to get over him walking

away, which is why I was surprised she forced me to come here to visit. I didn’t even get a

choice; she sprung this “bonding time,” as she liked to call it, on me last minute. I had been

looking forward to spending the summer with my cousins, and my aunt and uncle, but now I had

to see him. I love my mom, though. Despite her bouts with depression, she has always been the

one constant in my life. I saw the hurt in her eyes when I yelled at her in the airport. I could

barely look at her before she sent me on the plane.

“Why are you making me do this? Lo odio! I hate him, Mama. Please, I don’t want to go

there. You have no right to make me go! I just … I can’t leave you by yourself.” I knew saying

that would hurt her feelings, a small reminder of me as her constant shadow. Always ensuring

she was safe, that she was going to be okay.

Toby, please. I know you are angry at me. But, he’s your father. He loves you. Bebé,

cometí un error. My anger shouldn’t have kept you separated from a father who loves you. I was

the parent, and I let that responsibility fall by the wayside. I let you carry that burden I see you

carrying with you, always. You deserved a life—a childhood, and I took that away from you. It

was my mistake, mijo, not your father’s. You were too young to understand at the time. Yo era

egoísta. Stop holding onto that anger I put there. Mijo, I love you. You need this summer

together … you both do. It’s for the best. Just, please remember, I love you. Always.

I watched the tears stream down her face as I told her how much I hated her. I was such a

dick. I didn’t mean to say the words; I just couldn’t understand why my mom was doing this.

Why she was making excuses for him. Of all the people in the world, why him? I never walk

away angry from her, ever. It was a promise I made her years ago. And I broke it.

Things haven’t gotten any better. I’ve been here a week, and I’ve been ignoring her calls.

She’s left a few messages and I can hear how hurt she sounds in every single one. Mom sounded

really tired on the last message, though. I do need to talk to her, but I’m still so pissed. I don’t

want to shout at her again, and I know I will once I get on the phone. I had hoped a few days of

cooling off would’ve helped, but the constant fighting with my father has set me off to the point

I’m always hot. I know my only reprieve is the beach, which is why I’ve come this way. The

wind blows harder as I move faster. Sand kicks up all around me. It’s still early, and I know the

sun will soon be peeking above the horizon. I want to make sure I can watch the sun as it rises

above the waves.