Thursday, September 30, 2021

Cover Reveal: Dark Prince by Jagger Cole


This is not a fairytale.

There’s no glass slipper, only shards. Prince Charming is the villain And happily ever afters are a myth.

Except now, I need to construct one.

Me, the fake princess, with a make-believe happily never after, to the anti-Prince Charming himself.

Coldly beautiful, brutally ruthless, and heir to a criminal empire. Misha Tsavakov hates me, but he’ll be my fabricated prince, for a price:

All of me.

I belong to him now. No limits. No mercy. And no kiss before midnight to end this curse. No kissing at all, actually.

The deeper we get, the darker and more twisted this maze of thorns becomes. There’s no way out. But the harder I fight, the more it might be that I don’t want a way out.

Real or not, there’s one thing about fairytales that no one ever warns you about:

When you put on glass slippers, you’d better tread carefully.

Or you’ll bleed.


This standalone, extra angsty Bratva academy romance is guaranteed to leave your kindle steaming. Step into the viper’s nest of Oxford Hills Academy and meet the Savage Heirs of Bratva kings and oligarchs.

Absolutely no cheating, no cliffhanger, and a happy ever after.

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A reader first and foremost, Jagger Cole cut his romance writing teeth penning various fan-fiction stories years ago. After deciding to hang up his writing boots, Jagger worked in advertising pretending to be Don Draper. It worked enough to convince a woman way out of his league to marry him, though, which is a total win.

Now, Dad to two little princesses and King to a Queen, Jagger is thrilled to be back at the keyboard.

When not writing or reading romance books, he can be found woodworking, enjoying good whiskey, and grilling outside--rain or shine.

You can find all of his books at www.jaggercolewrites.com


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Release Blitz: Wrath by Ella James

WRATH: An Enemies to Lovers MM Sports Romance by Ella James
Release Date: September 30th
Genre/Tropes: emotional, forbidden MM stepbrother romance, New adult romance, sports romance, complete standalone

From USA Today Bestseller Ella James comes an addictive, enemies-to-lovers MM romance that readers are calling one of the best love stories of the year. 𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘢 𝘭π˜ͺ𝘬𝘦... Stepbrothers who hate each other at first Forced proximity Dark secrets Hurt / comfort Every. Single. Feel. Sports romance Some pain before your HEA An epic and unforgettable MM love story ...then Wrath is your book! NOW AVAILABLE!!!
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From USA Today Bestseller Ella James comes an addictive, enemies-to-lovers MM romance that readers are calling one of the best love stories of the year.

It's true, I'm keeping secrets.
But I just found out one of his...

My new stepbrother is insufferable.
You'd think it wouldn't matter since I won't be here for long, but this guy gets under my skin like no one ever has. All-American, baby-faced, blue-eyed band dork and star soccer player. Everything about him is the picture of perfection—unlike me.
I don't think Do Gooder knows I'm starting senior year late. And he definitely doesn't know why. I've got secrets I'm taking with me to the grave.
Everyone thinks I moved to my dad's small town to play varsity football, but I've got other plans, and DG's trying to thwart them all. He's making my life worse than it already is. 

Having him around is a damn plague. But I can fight back.
I found out a little secret about Mr. Perfect. He plays for the "other" team. That ball bat he's got stuffed into his gray sweatpants—it swings "that" way. The best part about this twisted game is when I find out it gets hard for me.
The Do Gooder...he wants me. I don't know why. But I know how to make him pay. 

* This story is emotional, tender, and beautiful, but it has some dark parts. Triggers include mental health struggles, trauma, abuse, drug use, and some themes that may be difficult for LGBTIQA+ readers struggling with faith issues. All these things are handled as gently as possible.
"Best MM Romance I have ever read! Best New Adult Romance I have ever read! Most heartbreaking and INCREDIBLE Love Story I have EVER read!" -Aphrodites Reading Alphas
"An epically, heart-wrenchingly, beautifully written MM romance that is a clear favorite for 2021! Read it. This one stays with you." -Keri Loves Books
Ella James is the USA Today and Amazon Top 10 bestselling author of twenty teen and adult love stories. She’s an angst-a-holic who loves exploring difficult situations and the emotions of the people caught up in them. Also, smut. But always, always romance. Ella is an Alabama native who makes her home near Boulder, Colorado, with her writer husband, three young children, and hyperactive dog. When she’s not writing, she can be found hiking the foothills, taking nature photos for her Instagram account, and swilling vanilla cream soda.
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Release Blitz: Bound by Dark Water by Elora Morgan

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Title: Bound by Dark Waters: Wed
Series: Beyond the Sea God Book 2
Author: Elora Morgan
Genre: Dystopian Romance
Release Date: September 30, 2021
★★★★★ "Author Elora Morgan has crafted a most engrossing and conceptual work of dystopian fiction with plenty of romantic thrills and clever plot twists to offer its readers....Overall, I would highly recommend Betrothed: Beyond the God Sea to fans of well-developed characters, clever worldbuilding concepts, and YA romance readers everywhere." -Readers' Favorite

★★★★★ "One of the best books in this genre that I've read in years." -Indies Today
Promised to a strange prince
Forced toward an arranged marriage, the chosen braenese has a new enemy and he's not at all like the boy who washed ashore in Elowa. This one hates her before she even sets foot upon his sand.

Bound for a strange land
To survive, Zaria must learn the ways of this new world and fight alongside it's people. She’ll need to gather as many assets as she can to help her escape back to Kirwyn. Did he find his boat that fateful night... or did he meet his doom at the bottom of the ocean?

Eluding two powerful brothers

If navigating court politics isn’t tricky enough, outmaneuvering the prince determined to dispose of her, as well as the one set upon marrying her, proves downright deadly. To her surprise, it’s not her betrothed that poses the biggest threat -- it’s his cruel and overprotective brother.

One boy to marry, one boy to battle, and one to steal her back...
...she hopes.


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Bound by Dark Waters is Book II in the Beyond the God Sea Trilogy.

Please be advised: This is Dark/Mature YA. While there is little-to-no explicit content, the themes and challenges within this story are more appropriate for older teen readers. As Zaria straddles the line between Young Adult and New Adult, so do her experiences.


“Dammit,” Raoul cursed. I could feel our small group tense in unison and I instinctively tensed along with them, straining my ears to hear what caused the alarm. “That’s Juls. Dammit, he can’t see her like this. Cover the girl.”

A school of minnows darted across my gut. Did he mean my intended?

From the far end of the hall, I heard the clattering of footfalls. Guards’ bodies pressed around me, shielding me.

I wanted to laugh. I had to bite it back because if I started, I feared I’d never stop.

You want to hide me? I thought. Do you think I care what I look like? What this prince – young king, whatever – thinks of me?

Peering between my broad-shouldered escorts, I could make out the young king’s party moving perpendicular to ours. They wore colorful, loose pants and tunic-vests. Some donned sashes around their waists, some wore metal breastplates. The brilliance and variety were unlike anything I’d seen at home and I openly gawked.

Move, Zaria, I scolded myself, fisting the folds of my wedding dress. Act, seize control, do something. Don’t let everything be on everyone else’s terms.

I tapped a guard on his shoulder. Even after all I’d been through, the act of willingly touching another male felt strange, bold. As bold as what I was about to do.

The man turned, curious. For the first time, I met his eyes.

“Let me pass,” I commanded. When he refused to budge, I raised my eyebrows, ignoring the minnows in my stomach.

I’m your young queen, I thought. Whatever that means. 

I gave him my haughtiest stare and prayed some bravado, however false, worked its way into my gaze.

It did -- the soldier stepped aside and I slid forward.  

Singen growled, clenching his jaw, but didn’t stop me. Raoul smacked his hand over his eyes, but he didn’t protest either. Interesting. As I broke away from our small party, one of the young king’s guards noticed me and stilled. The rest quickly followed.

Gulping, I lowered the silk from my head.   

My knotty hair hung in clumps down my back. Whatever face painting my mother’s maids had colored the night before had long since washed off -- or worse, smeared. My wedding dress was filthy and torn, hanging limp from my body. Since I’d removed the aching shoes, I now approached barefoot, feet caked in dirt.

I’d long since lost my crown.

I was pretty sure I reeked of body odor, urine and worse… the mud staining the hem of my gown smelled suspiciously like animal dung of some kind.

Whatever lovely, ethereal bride was supposed to be presented to this young king had vanished, leaving behind a filthy, foul-smelling creature who looked as if she’d rolled around in dirt and crawled through a latrine.

I hope you don’t like what you see, I prayed. And send me away.

My heart pounded so hard against my chest that I imagined the entire hall could hear it. My head screamed with a thousand questions about this strange land and my role in it. None of this felt real; I continued on as if I dreamed it. But I kept my back ramrod straight, shoulders squared, head high. Proud, like a tree. I was built for the sea. There was no greater honor.

I had to make the right impression, despite my haggard appearance.

You only get one chance to set the tone of how you’ll be treated here.

Wherever here is, I thought.

Everyone stared as I walked alone across the hall to approach the young king. I tried not to let my greedy gaze divert to the strangeness surrounding me.

As the guards parted respectfully, I saw him.

About the same age as Kirwyn, but skinnier, less muscular. His skin was light brown, and his eyes were a deeper, richer shade. His brown hair fell straight to just below his ears, though most had been tied back in a loose goat’s tail. I supposed he could be called handsome. He wasn’t old or obese or hideous – at least, not on the outside. The young king stared at me, initially wide-eyed, then suddenly relaxed, as if remembering himself. His gaze swept the length of my soiled gown and back up to my dirt-stained face.

I was surprised he didn’t speak. I supposed he expected me to do so, having approached alone, obviously intent.  

What did I want to say? I hadn’t thought that far ahead.

I’m pleased to meet you, now send me back?

No, civil. I had to wear a guise of civility. And command. I had one shot to seize it.

I licked my lips. “Prince… Jullik? I mean… young king?” I was disappointed to find my voice wasn’t as assured as I’d hoped. It came out weak, questioning. I swallowed and tried again.

“I am Zaria, the… chosen braenese.” Your chosen wife?

“We were ambushed on the way here.” Wherever here is.

“One of the men escorting me has been murdered. Tolas. He needs to be…” I faltered. Given a funeral at sea, I wanted to say. But I didn’t even know where I was, let alone what happened in this strange world, after death.

“…Put to rest,” I finished quietly, and not nearly as strongly as I wanted. But at least I had taken control of what I could while the guards cowered at my back.

When the young king didn’t reply I felt my palms sweat, but I lifted my chin again. A long moment of silence passed, during which he studied me curiously and I chewed the inside of my mouth.

Jullik flicked his gaze to someone behind me -- for confirmation of what I said, I guessed. He quickly looked back at me.

Had I acted inappropriately?

Well, if I’d already broken some royal protocol I wasn’t even familiar with, I might as well keep going.

“You’re staring,” I remarked, hoping it sounded like a reprimand, even though I shifted my weight nervously. This is preposterous. I’m not marrying you, I thought. I don’t even know you.

Do you even want to marry me?

Everyone was listening, watching us. My guards to my back, his guards to his.

Perhaps it was reprimanding, because Jullik’s eyes widened slightly.

“My apologies,” he said stoically, evenly. “I’m a bit taken aback. I was told to expect someone… more…” he struggled to find the right word, “…reserved.”

“Well, I was told to expect a god,” I shot back.



Tuesday, September 28, 2021

Release Blitz: To Catch a Thief by Nana Malone

The only thing more dangerous than kissing the enemy... sleeping with the enemy. Good thing I had no intentions of doing either.

To Catch a Thief by Nana Malone is now live!
Oliver

To catch a thief... you have to think like a thief.

And Rian Beaumont was my mark.
I'd start by stealing her kisses. But I already knew that wouldn't be punishment enough.

The only crime I committed was almost stealing her from my brother, and for that, I served my time.

She thought she knew me, but she had it all wrong-- I was nothing like my brother. To prove her wrong, I was going to steal her heart and make her mine.

Rian

Oliver Wexler might not have been the one that ruined my life five years ago, but he basically drove the getaway car.

The only thing more dangerous than kissing the enemy... sleeping with the enemy. Good thing I had no intentions of doing either.

But Ollie had a pesky habit of sticking his nose-- and his lips--where they didn't belong. Even though I've already learned my lessons about falling for a man like him. Because with a Wexler brother, it was never only your future on the line . . . but your heart too.
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USA Today Bestseller, Nana Malone's love of all things romance and adventure started with a tattered romantic suspense she "borrowed" from her cousin.

It was a sultry summer afternoon in Ghana, and Nana was a precocious thirteen. She's been in love with kick butt heroines ever since. With her overactive imagination, and channeling her inner Buffy, it was only a matter a time before she started creating her own characters.

While she waits for her chance at a job as a ninja assassin, in the meantime Nana works out her drama, passion, and sass with fictional characters every bit as sassy and kick butt as she thinks she is.