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For the past year, late-night crime has plagued Nashville, Tennessee, and Detective Sean Chambers has worked on a slew of cases involving missing or dead strippers and prostitutes.
A new attack draws him back to The Crystal Palace – the site of a cold case from a year ago. This time, though, the victim didn’t vanish.
With his doggedness for solving crimes, Sean tries to unravel the mystery before him. But someone knows more about the crimes than he does. When a mechanically altered voice offers assistance, does he take it or refuse it?
Can Sean figure out the game before the rules change?
I’m Savannah Maris, a southern girl and hopeless romantic. I’m passionate about writing stories that incorporate southern charm with a little spice.
I grew up on a farm in a small southern town with a love of sports, dance, and music which usually find their way into my books. My husband and I have two grown children. When I’m not writing, my husband and I are attending sporting events, traveling, or working.
What will find in my books? You’ll find suspense and romance in the Riverton Crossing Series. If contemporary romance is what you’re looking for, try Crossroads of the Heart.
Tropes: Sex positive, zodiac romance, self-discovery
What if the map to your deepest desires and awakening was written in the stars?
After a Twinflame Heartbreak , she isn't searching for the one - she is discovering herself. Guided by the constellations, she embarks on a journey through the zodiac; twelve lovers, twelve encounters, twelve awakenings.
From the intensity of her twin flame Taurus to the primal fiery passion of Leo to the dark magnetic depths of Scorpio. Every sign unlocks a different part of her mind, body and soul.
Zodiac Seduction is a sensual journey of passion , empowerment, and self discovery. Each lover leaves a mark. Each encounter stirs something new. And one question remains. How far will she let the signs take her?
Mandi Shelly is an author, speaker, and truth-teller who writes for women who refuse to shrink. Her debut book, 40 Is the New F Word, is a bold and hilarious fictional biography that redefines what it means to be sexy, seen, and powerful after 40.
Her latest project, Twin Flame: Zodiac Lover Chronicles, is a sizzling erotic fiction series that explores love, lust, and spiritual awakening through the lens of the zodiac. Each installment dives into a different sign, blending astrological insight with raw sensuality and emotional depth.
When she’s not writing, she’s working with her amazing clients, hanging out with her grandbabies, traveling, paddleboarding, and having deep (and sometimes dirty) conversations over coffee or cocktails.
She believes in epic love, feminine power, and rewriting the story—at any age, any size, and always on her own terms.
Hollywood Glitz and Glamour by Ariella Talix is now live!
It's 1939, the Golden Age of Hollywood, and the major movie studios make all the rules.
Only a very lucky few receive the coveted contracts from Hollywood producers—but they come with heavy strings attached. Actors and actresses are beautiful, talented, and treated like pawns on a chessboard. It's all about image, income, and hedonism.
Troy Kingsley is a handsome, gifted actor who explodes onto the Hollywood scene, gathering fans from all walks of life. Little does anyone know that Troy is a lawbreaker and morally corrupt by society's standards.
When the studio determines it's time for Troy to marry, he’s not at all happy about it and gives the studio his own ultimatum.
Rosalie Channing came to Hollywood to pursue her lifelong dream of becoming an actress. She doesn’t know anything about Troy other than he’s a terrific movie star who’s captured her attention in the past couple of years, and now she’s ordered to marry this stranger if they both want to keep their jobs.
She doesn’t know that Troy is a package deal.
This MMF romance will warm your heart, but it also might break it a little.
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Ariella Talix is the nom de plume of a bestselling author who lives in America’s Heartland. Her goal is to preserve the dignity of family members who would rather not be associated publicly with a woman who writes such scandalous and stimulating novels. She’s not going to stop writing them, though. She loves her family, pets, great books, not-so-great books that still entertain, and art. Born and raised near the beaches of southern California, Ariella Talix traveled the world extensively and then found her true home in the Midwest. She has a second-degree black belt in Karate and has been a professional artist for many years. Her work is displayed in countries all over the world. A sudden brainstorm prompted the first of her novels, Make Believe, and since then the ideas just keep tumbling out like an avalanche.
Tropes: Slow burn to intense heat, Demisexual awakening, Survivor/Protector, Heavy hurt/comfort, Undercover police officer and high stakes gambit, Forbidden attraction, Found family, Interracial romance, Forced proximity/only one bed
Trigger/Content Warnings: past sexual abuse
Designer: Kelly Martin
The past is never buried. Confronting it, though, that’s the biggest risk.
Jude Ellison thought he’d escaped him. A new town, a quiet job, two years of hard-earned peace. But when his abusive ex walks free on early release, Jude finds himself trapped all over again. Only this time, the bruises are invisible. Callum Reid never needed fists to destroy him. He only needed time.
Warren Bailey is the new PE teacher at Worthbridge Secondary. Or so everyone thinks. In truth, he’s an undercover officer sent to dismantle a trafficking network tied to Jude’s ex. Warren’s job is to stay detached. To watch, listen, and wait.
But the moment he meets Jude, detachment stops being an option.
What starts as surveillance quickly spirals into something far more dangerous: a bond Warren never expected, and a desire he can’t ignore. As Callum tightens his hold, Warren must decide between the mission he’s sworn to uphold and the man he can’t let go.
Because Jude isn’t the target. He’s the reason Warren is willing to risk everything.
In Worthbridge, tensions are reaching breaking point.
And some loves are worth breaking every rule for.
Worth the Risk is the third book in the Worth It series—a gritty MM romantic suspense series set in a storm-battered coastal town. Featuring an undercover detective sergeant haunted by past mistakes and a teacher ensnared by his own history, their love story collides with a criminal case that threatens not just the community they serve, but the people they love.
Worthbridge. A faded seaside place already softening into autumn: bunting swapped for plastic leaves in shop windows, cold brew replaced by spiced lattes, and school gates yawning open for the new term. Tourists thinning. Locals returning to routine. Streets quieter. Safer. Supposedly.
But Reid was here.
And Warren bet he hadn’t come for the sticks of rock or rejuvenating sea air.
“We believe he contacted someone when inside,” Patel said. “Possibly linked to the Radley network’s southern arm. He’s been keeping a low profile, but his pattern’s clear.” She stepped forward, casting a partial silhouette across the projected image. “We had him covered after release but he slipped the net when he went off-grid. Changed phones, no fixed address. Then he popped up near Worthbridge right where our Radley threads converge.”
“You want me to track him? Make friends?” Warren rubbed his palms together, hungry for it. “Haven’t had a good fake-out in a while. Love bringing down an arsehole with false loyalty.”
“You’re not tracking him, you’re watching the fallout. Who he goes to. Who protects him. That’s where the network lives.”
Warren frowned, folding his arms and chewing on the inside of his cheek.
“And we think it might be here.” Patel clicked the next slide. This time it wasn’t CCTV. It was a staff photo. School setting. A man sat at a desk, books stacked neatly to one side. White. Slim. Curly brown hair dishevelled. Black-rimmed glasses perched on a weary face. Eyes both tired and defiant. And soft. Sweet.
Warren narrowed his eyes. “Subject?”
“This is where it gets… delicate.” Patel stepped closer to the projector, folding her arms as the next image slid into focus. “Jude Ellison, thirty. History teacher at Worthbridge Academy. Moved to the town over two years ago. Originally from Leeds. No criminal record. No registered partner. Keeps to himself. Low profile. But we’ve flagged several anomalies.”
Warren studied the face on screen. Clean-cut. Soft eyes. Too unassuming for a room like this. “Anomalies like what?”
“We believe Ellison and Callum Reid were involved in London.” Patel’s voice cooled. “Intimately.”
She didn’t need to spell it out.
“If Reid’s shown his face in Worthbridge now, it isn’t a coincidence. We think Ellison could be the reason. And if that link between them still exists, then it’s possible he’s been biding his time, building a life in the school, embedding himself in the community, waiting for Callum to come back.”
Warren scrutinised Jude’s photo.
None of this was what he’d expected.
Jude didn’t look like someone playing a long game. He didn’t have the guarded eyes of a groomer or the sheen of a manipulator. He looked… ordinary. Messy hair. Soft focus. That weary smile teachers wore at the end of a long day. One that said he’d explain a battle strategy or a political scandal with the same patience he used to hand out detentions. Someone you’d nod to in the corridor and feel lighter for it. Kind.
And handsome enough to make you forget why you were there.
Warren blinked, dragging himself back into the room.
He’d learned a lot working undercover. Chief among them was that sentiment was a security breach. He’d stripped his personal life for parts years ago, rebuilt himself out of discipline and distance. Every feeling filed away, every impulse locked down. Showing interest in a local wasn’t just reckless, it was an open wound. A weakness waiting to be weaponised. One misstep and someone would trace that thread straight back to the Met, or worse, to SEROCU. And he’d seen the type before. The ones who hid their guilt behind charm, wearing sincerity as if it were a mask.
Yet something in him shifted.
Quiet. Inconvenient.
A pull from somewhere he thought he’d buried for good.
Naomi leaned forward. “You think Ellison’s a thread in the Radley enquiry?”
“We don’t know,” Patel said evenly. “That’s where Warren comes in.” Her gaze locked on him. “I’m giving you a second chance, DS Beckford. Your remit may be secondary to Naomi’s, but it’s still critical. You’re not there to monitor the students. You’re there to get close to Jude Ellison. Gain his trust, read him, and work out whether he’s an unwitting bystander… or part of the problem. We know he was in the building with Alfie Carter during the fire.”
Warren turned his gaze back to the image glowing on the screen. That face again. Open. Tired. A little out of place in a room full of teenagers but not threatening. Not calculated.
Not what he’d been trained to look for.
“You said… intimate?” He kept his tone level, though something worked sharp at his chest. “Are we talking lovers?”
Patel nodded. “That’s right.”
“So he’s gay?”
“Reid or Ellison?”
“Either.”
Patel shrugged. “Reid, we believe, is opportunistic. He’ll take what he can use. Ellison? Yes. Gay. Is that a problem?”
Warren sat back, letting the question settle. “No. Not a problem.” He couldn’t help glancing over at Naomi.
She looked away almost immediately.
Patel moved on. “This isn’t a sting. Not yet. This is intelligence-gathering. We do this right, we dismantle Radley’s network from the inside. We get Vivienne to crack. We track the grooming chain. We expose the funding route. And we find out exactly where Jude Ellison fits into all of it.”
Warren gave a nod. Slow. Intentional. Controlled.
But his gut twisted.
He’d gone undercover before. Deep cover. Messy work. Moral lines blurred to shit. He’d played addict, enforcer, lover, brother. All of it for the greater good. For something that made sense when the case file closed.
But this time?
This time the job came with a face he couldn’t stop looking at.
A name that felt heavier than the rest.
And a growing certainty in his gut that the hardest part of this assignment wouldn’t be lying to everyone else.
It would be lying to himself.
CF White writes gritty British based stories about imperfect men falling in love against the odds and has been accused of sprinkling a bit of humour into them from time to time too. Because what’s life without sprinkles?
