Dirty Flirting * Now Live



Title: Dirty Flirting: Part Two
Gently Broken Series
Author: Ava Alise
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: April 3, 2018


Our relationship is forbidden, but our addiction is

I didn’t expect our game to take this turn.

Even as the stacks rise against us, Drex is convinced our relationship is worth
the fight. But what happens when falling in love means reliving your greatest

I don’t know if I can survive this game,

but Drex is still playing.

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Ava Alise is a contemporary new adult romance author, who enjoys writing
stories with sexy complex characters in an imperfect world. While her stories
always sizzle, they will also take you on an emotional ride that will hold you
hostage until the end. She is married to the love of her life and has two
children. She enjoys a good laugh and will talk to just about anybody. 
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Exonerated with Love * Book #2


Title: Exonerated with Love

Series: The Mobster Files #2

Author: Skye McNeil

Publisher: Hot Tree Publishing

Genre: Romantic Suspense/Mafia Romance
Release Date: April 14, 2018
Can second chances really exist for a bad boy mobster and
the only woman to ever steal his heart?
There’s a hit out on Cameron Shearer’s life, his mafia ties
dragging him down the path of darkness once more. After a harrowing meeting, he
discovers no one ever stays dead when you’re in the mafia. Determined not to
lose the only woman he’s loved, Cameron turns to the Del Rossi mob for one last
favor. Unfortunately for him, the ending may not be as happy as he once hoped.
Joci Dorous has it all. She’s happy, engaged, and just
started her own law firm with her best friend. Everything appears perfect,
until she discovers a suspicious trail of money in her business accounts and
her once dutiful fiancé suddenly turns as shady as his mob boss. When strangers
clash amid mobs, Joci is left to decipher who her heart truly belongs to.
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“Can we go home, please? I need to fit in a quick catnap
before heading to the office.” She yawned, suddenly drained from the busy
Crossing his long arms over his chest, Cameron shook his
head. “No way. You’re not going to work after what you’ve been through. You
need to take it easy.”
“No, I need to go to work,” she argued, her face heating up.
“The hell you do.” His low voice rumbled, scaring a passing
Realizing fighting through this wasn’t the best course of
action, Joci unclenched her fisted hands. Slanting eyes over him, she sighed at
his chaotic curls, from the wind or pushing his fingers through it she wasn’t
sure. The holes where his nose and eyebrow rings used to sit glared at her,
fleetingly making her wish they were in place once more. His jaw was set but
his lips were pouty, an irresistible sight if she ever saw one. The adamant
expression in his dark brown eyes siphoned all anger from her. He was concerned
for her health, but there was something else lying behind his tone. His
reflection sent her back to their childhood in Ohio. He’d puckered a similar
face when they disagreed as kids. No wonder he always got his way, the
He wasn’t wrong in his apprehension, however, letting him
win this argument wouldn’t happen. He loved her, which meant he knew she was as
stubborn as him. They were a perfect match from the start. Bullheaded and
ornery. Work would always be at the top of her list and he knew it better than
anyone from personal experience.
Stepping to his sulking position against the wall, Joci
slipped her hands around his waist, her fingers grazing each of the devices
hanging from the police utility belt. “Cam, all this excitement drained me. I
need a bit of cuddle time, and I bet you know the perfect guy.”
His face released its strained hold and his lips slackened.
Beaming up at him, she tilted her head to the right. “Maybe
you know a guy, or maybe you are the guy?”
His chin lowered until she was touching noses with him.
“I am the guy,” he fiercely replied.
Joci snaked her hand up his spine to the back of his head. Compelling
his neck toward her, she locked her gaze with his stormy mahogany one. “The
only guy.”
A tiny smile broke across his cheeks. “Then there’s no place
I’d rather be.”
He leaned forward, imprinting his lips to her for eternity.
The taste of mint clung to his breath, luring her to kiss him until she
explored every facet of his mouth. His tongue tangoed with hers, causing
adrenaline to spike through her body. Pressing harder against his mouth, she
gasped when her back carefully hit the wall. Anyone could witness their brazen
embrace, but she didn’t care. She needed his lips on her right now. His teeth
nipped her lower lip. And if he wasn’t careful, she’d lug him to the nearest
supply closet and bar the door just to show him how much she needed him.
When he finally eased away, Joci wasn’t sure if she was
breathing on her own. He had this effect on her when she least expected but
sorely craved it.
“I’m glad you’re safe,” he whispered, his brown eyes etched
with leftover concern. “Promise you’ll never leave.” His hands rubbed the
protruding stomach between them. “I can’t do this without you.”
Kissing him hard, Joci hoped he felt a molecule of the havoc
his lips caused in her. “I promise.”
At Cameron’s relaxed sigh, she snuggled into him. A movement
behind them distracted her as he straightened. She couldn’t see who was spying,
only recognized a shock of red hair as they moved to the exit.
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Skye McNeil
began writing at the age of seventeen and has been lost in a love affair ever
since. During the day, she moonlights as a paralegal at a law firm favoring
criminal law.

Skye enjoys writing romantic comedies and cozy mysteries novels that leave
readers wanting more and falling in love over and over. She writes contemporary
and historical novels ranging from sweet and sassy to steamy and sultry.

Her constant writing companions are two cats and two dogs. When she’s not
writing, Skye enjoys spending time with family, photography, volleyball,
traveling, and curling up with a cup of coffee and reading.

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Technically Speaking * Cover Reveal



By N.Franko


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Money never mattered to millionaire socialite, Stacey Holiday—until she lost it all!

My grandmother, the great Gladys Gladwell Holiday and I were never really close, but when she died, I still mourned her the only way I knew how: wine straight from the bottle and randomly texting HottGuy69 on an anonymous dating site.

It was nice of Grandmother to leave me everything she owned to inherit on my wedding day, but it wasn’t like I needed the money. Except, my father was just arrested and my family’s assets are now frozen so yes, I very much need Grandma’s money!

Then, my childhood friend Logan suddenly pops back into my life.


The sweet, humble, chubby, Italian kid who worked for my grandmother turned into a hot, sexy specimen of a man and we reconnected in more ways then one.

Then, my family pushes him away and for good, this time. I never thought I would ever see him again. That is, until I learned the identity of HottGuy69…

Technically Speaking is a fast-paced, laugh-out-loud romantic comedy with more sweetness than you can handle. It is book two of N. Franko’s Romantic Comedy of Errors, but can be read alone and in any order.

Continue the Romantic Comedy of Errors series by buying, Technically Speaking today.



I stayed to help Logan clean up after dinner, but he wouldn’t let me do any work. He made me a cup of the tea I loved, and I just hung out, leaning over the large island in the kitchen and making jokes while he washed and put dishes away.

“Why do you drink that stuff anyways? You know it’s still a stimulant,” he said about my tea. He’d been ridiculing it, saying that it tasted like sewage, which was actually pretty funny because my best friend, Julia, says that same thing.

“Coffee is too acidic. I prefer to be in a more alkaline state,” I replied and immediately regretted my words, realizing what a snooty, basic, rich girl I sounded like.

“It sounds like you’ve never had good coffee then,” he said. “Your grandmother has a nice cappuccino maker and some decent looking Italian coffee.”

“I’ve only had coffee once when I was younger. I had a sip of my dad’s one morning before work and not only did it taste awful, but it burned my mouth. Plus, my dad yelled at me for it,” I confessed.

“Well, you definitely haven’t had good coffee then. Here, I’ll make you some,” he said and fired on the cappuccino maker. The thing buzzed and roared and whizzed while Logan pressed buttons and poured this and that into that and this. I had no idea what he was doing but the result was a small cup of frothy, warm, brown liquid with a little heart drawn in the middle of the foam.

“Wow, this looks amazing. I almost don’t want to drink it,” I said, but I took a sip anyways. I expected a hot, bitter taste to fill my mouth, but the thick liquid was warm and sweet. The smell had a musky yet floral smell to it that made me feel cozy somehow, even though it was a warm evening in Los Angeles. “This is so good,” I said.

Logan smiled at me and reached his hand up to my face. He ever so gently, brushed his thumb across my lips. Heat and energy rushed between us at the feel of his touch. I felt my stomach melt; my heart boom and I suddenly couldn’t remember how to breath. “Sorry, you had foam on your lips,” he said.

He made himself a cup and we sat in the kitchen, reminiscing about our childhood. Honestly, though, I barely listened to what he was saying. I couldn’t keep my mind away from the electricity that I suddenly felt. Was it always there and I was just too blind to see it?

After a few minutes of talking in the kitchen, I felt a rush of energy and had an idea. “Why don’t we go for a run!”

“Damn, I should’ve made decaf. You have a caffeine high,” Logan said and laughed. His laugh sounded sweet and musical coming from his booming, sexy voice. I can’t believe I never noticed what an amazing laugh he had. “I think it’s a little late for a run.”

“A swim, then,” I said. Suddenly, the prospect of swimming at night was the best idea in the world and I ran upstairs to change into my bathing suit.

“I don’t know, Stacey,” Logan called after me.

“I do know, Logan. Let’s go swimming. We used to do it all the time when we were kids, remember?”

“I don’t have anything to swim in,” he protested, but I wasn’t going to let him off the hook that easily. I wanted to see more of that body.

Instead of rushing to my room, I found Bronson’s. He had gone out for the night and probably wouldn’t be back until early in the morning, if at all, so I didn’t think anything of waltzing in there.

The stench of sweat and heat assaulted my nose. I tried to avoid all the dirty clothes on the floor, but there was such a large pile, it was hard not to step on a few pairs of underwear. With no one working at the house to take care of the cleaning, we were all left to fend for ourselves and it was clear that Bronson had no clue what it meant to tidy up or knew the word laundry.

I dug around in his dresser drawer, found a clean pair of swimming trunks and bolted out of there before the smell stuck to me. “Here!” I yelled to Logan as I tossed the trunks to him. “Meet me at the pool.”

I rushed to my room and found my bathing suits. Julia had laughed at me when I began packing them, but I told her that my grandmother had a pool that I intended to take full advantage of. It was a good thing I ignored her laughing, too, because swimming with Logan was exactly what I needed to do right now and there was nothing stopping me.


Playing tennis was one thing but swimming? Swimming? I had to draw the line somewhere and swimming was it. Yes, Stacey and I would swim every summer when we were kids. Gladys didn’t like me swimming in her pool, so we opted for a public one. Usually it was at some country club Stacey’s family was a part of (I have no idea how Stacey managed to get me in). She didn’t know how much the other kids would point and make fun of me at the pool, though. They kept it to themselves around her, of course. Everyone wanted to impress Stacey Holiday. When she wasn’t looking, though? I was enemy number one.

I spent most of my pool time with my shirt glued to my body. Stacey would try to convince me to take it off but even she couldn’t make me. Now, here I was, wearing her brother’s shorts, shirt glued to my body, sitting by the pool. At least it was dark, and no kids were around to point and laugh. That’s one thing no one tells you about losing weight, no matter how much you lose and how great you look after working so hard, the voices and laughs and stares of your past live on like ghosts in your head. When Stacey came out wearing a red bikini, though, even those ghosts shut themselves up and stared.

“Of course, you’re wearing a shirt,” she said.

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Because, you said you’d show me more of that chiseled body of yours earlier and I’d like to see it.” She pulled at my shirt. Crap. I did say something about taking my shirt off, didn’t I? Why did I say that? Why was I trying to show off?

With a reluctant sigh, I pulled my shirt over my head and stood in front of Stacey. Our bodies were close, almost touching. Her eyes lingered on my body the way I do to her sometimes. “Wow,” she said.

She stepped closer to me and I felt the energy, the heat and desire rise between us. She raised her hands and put them on my chest. Her touch felt soft, smooth and electrified my body. I wanted her to touch every inch of me the way I would touch every inch of her. I almost put my hand on her hips and pulled her in to me, but she never gave me the chance. She smiled up at me as she pushed me, and I went flying backwards into the pool.

She laughed as I made my way up to the surface just in time for her to yell “CANNON BALL!” and she leapt into the air, landing in the water with a loud splash as water exploded around her.

We splashed water at each other and laughed for a while. Finally, settled and just floated on the surface of the pool. The light emanating from below cast a brilliant blue on her soft, pale skin and golden hair. “Why did we ever stop doing this?” she asked.

“I don’t know. I guess we just grew apart,” I said.

She stood up in the pool and moved closer to me. I did the same and backed into the steps of the shallow end of the pool and she sat beside me. “I’m sorry,” she said, suddenly with a serious tone.

“You have nothing to be sorry for. Besides, I’m just glad I’m here now.”

“Me too,” she said, and she did something that I had only ever thought she would do in my dreams. She wrapped her arms around my neck, lifted herself to meet my gaze and kissed me on the lips.



N. Franko is an author and musician living out her own happily ever after with her very own, rock star husband in Canada. Sign up for her mailing list at http://www.nfrankowrites.com for all the latest news on releases, sales and freebies.

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April Weekend Favorites *

This Saturday on my book tour it’s all about my favorite Romantic Suspense books

Mid Night Man – is book #1 in a great series. Love hot ex military alpha hero & strong women this series is for you . Lisa



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Classy interior designer Suzanne Barron always thought she’d fall in love slowly with a suitable man, a man of taste and discernment, a safe man. Former navy SEAL John Huntington—aka the Midnight Man– is anything but safe. The day they meet, Suzanne has no holds barred sex with John. She has no idea how to cope with him and with the wild feelings he brings out in her. Backing away from him seems like her only option.

But John is a SEAL and failure is not an option. He wants the elegant beauty fiercely and is prepared to fight for her. The fight turns deadly when unknown enemies come after Suzanne and her life is on the line. The Midnight Man will defend what is his—and once he’s had a taste of Suzanne, there is no doubt that she belongs to him.

Note: This book was originally published by Ellora’s Cave and is an updated and lightly re-edited

How about the newest Eve Dallas book now at book  # 47. A great series with a look set in the future this is always a winner.


Lieutenant Eve Dallas puzzles over a bizarre suicide bombing in a Wall St. office building in the latest in the #1 New York Times bestselling series…

For the airline executives finalizing a merger that would make news in the business world, the nine a.m. meeting would be a major milestone. But after marketing VP Paul Rogan walked into the plush conference room, strapped with explosives, the headlines told of death and destruction instead. The NYPSD’s Eve Dallas confirms that Rogan was cruelly coerced by two masked men holding his family hostage. His motive was saving his wife and daughter—but what was the motive of the masked men?

Despite the chaos and bad publicity, blowing up one meeting isn’t going to put the brakes on the merger. All it’s accomplished is shattering a lot of innocent lives. Now, with the help of her billionaire husband Roarke, Eve must untangle the reason for an inexplicable act of terror, look at suspects inside and outside both corporations, and determine whether the root of this crime lies in simple sabotage, or something far more complex and twisted.

If you read the Walker series -here’s the newest series by Lisa Renee Jones


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Must-read romantic suspense.” —USA Today’s Happy Ever After

A heart-pounding thriller about a woman’s secrets—and a past that’s about to come out of hiding—from New York Times bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones.

As an FBI profiler, it’s Lilah Love’s job to think like a killer. And she is very good at her job. When a series of murders surface—the victims all stripped naked and shot in the head—Lilah’s instincts tell her it’s the work of an assassin, not a serial killer. But when the case takes her back to her hometown in the Hamptons and a mysterious but unmistakable connection to her own life, all her assumptions are shaken to the core.

Thrust into a troubled past she’s tried to shut the door on, Lilah’s back in the town where her father is mayor, her brother is police chief, and she has an intimate history with the local crime lord’s son, Kane Mendez. The two share a devastating secret, and only Kane understands Lilah’s own darkest impulses. As more corpses surface, so does a series of anonymous notes to Lilah, threatening to expose her. Is the killer someone in her own circle? And is she the next target?


April Mystery Tour :

4/14 National Pecan Day !  Let the fun Begins :


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Sink your teeth into the sweet taste of cupcakes and murder!

Who would’ve thought that something as sweet and innocent as picking out baby furniture could lead to nearly witnessing a murder? Missy and Echo stumble upon a crime scene that leads to a tangled web of suspects for Chas to unravel.

Spencer and Janssen are back on the case, until tragedy strikes, changing one of their lives forever.

Things are heating up between mild-mannered Mortician, Timothy Eckels and his spunky assistant Fiona. Will she be able to break down the walls that he’s hidden behind since he found out that his ex-wife was a serial killer?

Bookworm Joyce wonders if she’ll be single for her entire life, and feisty Aunt Beulah vows to get her hitched, come heck or high water.

Don’t miss out on this exciting new installment in the Cupcakes in Paradise series, by award-winning author, Summer Prescott!