I was afraid to fly. He made me soar. After years of climbing the ladder of success in the music industry, I finally had everything I could want. Yet I still found myself wandering through life alone. Captain Evan Roth was the one man I never saw coming. Tall, dark, mysterious… Straight. We were both damaged beyond repair and searching for something so elusive we weren’t sure it even existed. But, when two broken souls collide in midair, falling is a given. I just never expected to crave the spiral down.
About the Author:
Aly Martinez
Born and raised in Savannah, Georgia, Aly Martinez is a stay-at-home mom to four crazy kids under the age of five, including a set of twins. Currently living in South Carolina, she passes what little free time she has reading anything and everything she can get her hands on, preferably with a glass of wine at her side.
After some encouragement from her friends, Aly decided to add “Author” to her ever-growing list of job titles. Five books later, she shows no signs of slowing. So grab a glass of Chardonnay, or a bottle if you’re hanging out with Aly, and join her aboard the crazy train she calls life.
Happy Release Day to Stylo Fantome and her new book THE BAD ONES! Enter the giveaway for a chance to win a $50 Amazon Gift Card too - good luck! #ConnedIntoBeingBad
Sometimes, it's dirty and wrong, buried six feet deep in a secret place where only wild things dare to go. Hidden behind a big black curtain that covers things no one should ever see.
Sometimes it happens between two people who should never be allowed to come together. One who is a match, and the other who just happens to be gasoline.
One strike is all it takes to burn the whole world down, and that's exactly what they plan on doing.
Even if it kills them.
warning: this book contains graphic sex, extremely brutal violence, bad language, and people repeatedly and knowingly breaking the law.
Con finally unlocked the doors and she hefted herself into the massive vehicle. They sat in silence for a while, their breath fogging up the glass. Then he opened his mouth.
“Did he touch you?”
Dulcie knew he wasn't asking about the homeless man.
“Not in any way that counts,” she replied, turning to look at him. His hands had moved to grip the steering wheel.
“So he has touched you.”
“Jared was just an experiment, I wanted to see if -”
“You let him fucking touch you.”
“You fucking left me!” she was suddenly screaming. He didn't even flinch, just gripped the steering wheel harder. “You fucking left me in this fucking town, without a goddamn goodbye! Without a goddamn word! God, you have no idea what it's been like. That fucking camera, all those drawings. And there's all these people, and talking, and feeling this way, and all the blackness, and I don't even know what's wrong with me, and nothing. You come back, and it's like nothing to you. Oh hey, Dulcie. Where's your sketchbook, Dulcie. Come to a party, Dulcie. Let me just fuck this chick in the woods, Dulcie. So you know what? Yeah, he fucking touched me. I let him fucking touch me. And I hated every minute of it, and I would pretend it was you, and I would hate you, and I would hate myself, and I just let it happen.”
Con lunged across the seat, and absurdly, her first thought was “wow, he's really fast” before his fingers wrapped around her throat. She wasn't fazed, though, and she pushed right back, slapping him across the face. This only caused him to clench both hands around her neck and he yanked her forward, dragging her to him so their faces were only inches apart.
“Stupid little Dulcie,” he whispered, his breath hot against her lips. She held onto his wrists and glared at him, but didn't try to pull away. His fingers got tighter. “So scared of the big bad wolf.”
“I'm not … scared of you,” she managed to gasp out, but then his grip grew so tight he completely cut off her oxygen.
“Of course you aren't scared of me. I'm not the wolf. You are.”
So that's what was hiding behind the curtain. I wish you'd told me sooner, Con. We could've reveled in our darkness together.
It felt like a weight was lifted off her back. She'd been pretending for so long, and she hadn't even realized it. Had conditioned herself to do it. It was easier to believe Con was the darkness, and she was simply drawn to it. Basking in his wake. But it was all a lie – she was every bit as dark as him. They were the same animal. She'd just been better at deceiving herself. And now they'd evolved into something else, into a new, higher being.
Her lungs were throbbing, screaming for oxygen. She could feel her pulse pounding behind her face. Her mouth was open, but she couldn't make a sound. Black spots danced in front of her eyes, yet still they stared at each other. Recognizing each other, maybe for the first time ever.
Maybe for the last time.
What a way to die, looking into the face of this beautiful boy. What a gift.
Crazy woman living in an undisclosed location in Alaska (where the need for a creative mind is a necessity!), I have been writing since ..., forever? Yeah, that sounds about right. I have been told that I remind people of Lucille Ball - I also see shades of Jennifer Saunders, and Denis Leary. So basically, I laugh a lot, I'm clumsy a lot, and I say the F-word A LOT.
I like dogs more than I like most people, and I don't trust anyone who doesn't drink. No, I do not live in an igloo, and no, the sun does not set for six months out of the year, there's your Alaska lesson for the day. I have mermaid hair - both a curse and a blessing - and most of the time I talk so fast, even I can't understand me.
A tale of the football hero falling for the girl from the wrong side of the tracks. Unfortunately for everyone else, looks definitely can be deceiving.
This was was a whole new take on a story from Stylo. I fell in love with this author from the Kane Trilogy. Her impeccable and dynamic writing skills, drew me into the depths of sin and I have been wallowing in the shallow after the Kane Trilogy. Just waiting for something just as delicious. And, the wait was well worth it.
An enticingly dark and erotic read, bathed in blood and inner turmoil. Where two teenagers fall in love, not because opposites attract. But because the Darkness in their souls calls to the other.
Dulcie and Constantine are two lost souls looking for meaning in their lives. They each know that there is something missing and that they are not what people would consider "normal" individuals. Not because of there circumstances but due to their personal feelings about the world. Their need for despair, pain and utter chaos. Sees them both reveling in the darkness.
This story is filled with turmoil, and yet, it's so emotive. The destructiveness of both Constantine and Dulcie as individuals is amazing, but together. It's simply masterful. A work of art created from pain.
Dulcie's character was one of vulnerability. Yet, her strength in lieu of her vulnerability, shone through.
The Bad Ones is simply a must read. Intoxicating, dark and gritty and filled with so much promise.
*ARC provided by the author for an honest review* Thanks!!
This is a standalone novel. You do not have to read the previous books to understand the story. Though it would enhance your reading pleasure.
Blake Walker left behind the ATF when the drug cartel he was hunting cost him the life of his fellow agent, and fiancee. Now, two years later, he’s working with his brothers at Walker Security, but he’s living fast, hard, and wild, until he reaches the ultimate high…revenge against the King Pin that killed his finance. He’s one meeting, one woman, away from being inside one of the money laundering shells the cartel operates.
And then it happens. Their paths collide... Two people meet who will do anything, including sleeping with the enemy, to avenge or save someone they love. But what if everything isn’t as it seems and the enemy isn’t the enemy at all? Can these two broken people drawn together by their sizzling hot attraction see beyond their pain and their need for vengeance Undoubtedly, they will face the ghosts of their pasts, but will those ghost destroy them or forever bind them?
DEEP UNDER is coming very soon and I can't wait to share with you! I hope you will fall just as in love with Kyle as I did while I was writing this book. It felt SO Good to be back with my WALKER boys and I hope my readers will feel the same!
About DEEP UNDER:
This is a standalone novel. You do not have to read the previous books to understand the story. Though it would enhance your reading pleasure.
Myla is beautiful, a dove with clipped wings, captive by the wolf, a vicious drug lord. One look into her eyes and Kyle could see the pain, the fear…the desperation. Or so it seems. He’s been fooled before by a woman and it cost him everything and everyone he loved. He won’t be fooled again.
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The fourth installment of the Tall, Dark and Deadly Series:
Tall, dark, and deadly, these are the stories of the men who run Walker security. Each man is unique in his methods and skills, but all share key similarities. They are passionate about those they love, relentless when fighting for a cause they believe in, and all believe that no case is too hard, no danger too dark. Dedication is what they deliver, results are their
When his younger brother loses interest in online dating, hot, bearded, bartender extraordinaire, Joe Collins, only intends to log into his account and shut it down. Until he reads about her. Alex Parks is funny, friendly, and pretty much everything he's been looking for in a woman. And in no time at all they're emailing up a storm, telling each other their deepest darkest secrets...apart from the one that really matters. And when it comes to love, serving it straight up works better than with a twist.
Are you ready to get Dirty?
Dirty is Book One in Kylie Scott’s Dive Bar Series releasing April 19th!
Kylie is a long time fan of erotic love stories and B-grade horror films. She demands a happy ending and if blood and carnage occur along the way then all the better. Based in Queensland, Australia with her two children and one delightful husband, she reads, writes and never dithers around on the internet.
Kylie is represented by Amy Tannenbaum at the Jane Rotrosen Agency, New York.
“What he doesn’t realize is the girl he remembers doesn’t exist anymore.” -LilyGoose calls her Little Bird. But the love of Lily’s life has no idea why the nickname describes her so perfectly. He doesn’t know who she really is, and that their first meeting wasn’t a happy twist of fate, but an elaborate plan that’s been years in the making.But then lies do what they always do. They pile up, like feathers in her hands, and one by one they all fall.As Road Captain for the Harbingers of Chaos Motorcycle Club, Goose is an expert at spotting potential danger from miles away. He’s also a living and breathing lie detector.And yet…when a new little bird dances her way into his life, the vast threat she poses to his club slips right past his radar. He’s too distracted by the color of her lips, and her not so subtle curves, to see her for what she is.A little lyrebird.A ghost that’s haunted him for years.And ultimately, his downfall.“She says she’s not the girl I remember. I’m not so sure.”-Goose
About The Author
Darby Briar is an American author who loves writing stories about men with broken souls and women who don’t know their own strength. She’s a lover of fiction whether it be a movie or book, but prefers stories with some romance, and ones that include a happy ending. She grew up in Utah and still lives in the northern part of the state. She’s married and her and her husband have three adorable kids.
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