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Cleo’s a Pararescueman for the U.S. Air Force. When a PJ is called, it’s because everyone else has said no. It’s one of the most dangerous jobs in the entire military, but also one of the most rewarding. It’s the reason he doesn’t form relationships. He’s seen his teammates divorce one by one, and he doesn't want to do that to a woman. Especially one that he’s supposed to love. However, nowhere in his grand scheme did he plan for the force that was Rue.
To My
Rue’s life has been rough. What she needs is a break. One that’ll distract her from the fact that she’s drowning in responsibility. It comes in the form of a dark and dangerous biker who has a habit of putting his life on the line. He gives her the world, and she holds on with both hands, knowing that he only wants to be friends. Or does he?
Flight
Thinking she knows what’s best, she pushes him too far, causing his control to take flight, and Cleo to disappear before the dust settles. One night of passion turns into a year of heartbreak as Rue tries to find the ability to move on from Cleo. He was pretty clear with his wishes, and they didn’t include her.
Cleo’s not through with Rue, though. Not even a little bit. She’ll be his. All it’ll take is a little bit of…persuasion.
I’m
a married mother of three. My kids are all under 5, so I can assure you that
they are a handful. I’ve been with my paramedic husband now for ten years, and
we’ve produced three offspring that are nothing like us. I live in the greatest
state in the world, Texas.
Every family has one—the black sheep, the problem child, the
prodigal. But Dominic Sean Love could teach all of those guys a lesson or two.
Stuck in the middle of a boisterous group of siblings, he’s given “acting out”
a new meaning from the day he drew his first breath.
While he’s the one son who follows his strict father’s
footsteps into the Love family business, he’s also the one who butts heads with
him the hardest. Their epic clashes are the stuff of family legend. But they
have made peace and work side by side to take Love Brewing to the next level of
success.
Until Dominic does the one thing his father can never
forgive.
Diana
Brantley has been Dominic’s friend, girlfriend and ex-girlfriend so many times
she’s lost count. When he shows up at the farm she’s slowly transforming into a
wildly popular farm-to-table resource for restaurants all over the U.S. her
first impulse is to shoot first and ask questions later. But she doesn’t. And
their lives entwine once more, for good, bad and ugly.
Antony Ian Love has a lot on his
ample shoulders. He owns and runs a small business, is estranged from his
teenaged daughter AliceLynn, his beloved mother is dying of cancer, and he's
come face to face with his youngest brother Aiden's sudden reappearance into
the Love family circle. Years of sublimating his true self in deep mourning for
his long dead wife have hardened the surly, emotional shell he's nurtured, but
one woman seems to have broken through. Rosalee Norris is the young widow of
Antony's best friend Paul and their mutual sorrow and close friendship has
slowly morphed into something more.
Family therapist and recent
divorcee Margot Hamilton is dropped into the close-knit Love family by
necessity but fate has a real design twist in mind. With her heart and mind
closed to anything resembling an emotional connection, Margot is shocked to
discover something about Antony the very first time they meet--something she
tries, and fails, to resist.
SAFE
LOVE, The Love Brothers novella is a tale of love's realistic complications
within the saga of family devotion that runs as wide and deep as the Ohio
River--except on Sundays when brothers Antony, Kieran, Dominic and Aiden work
out their frustrations on the basketball court, Love brother style.
Amazon best-selling author, beer
blogger, brewery marketing expert, mom of three, and soccer fan, Liz Crowe is a
Kentucky native and graduate of the University of Louisville currently living
in Ann Arbor. She has decades of experience in sales and fund raising, plus an
eight-year stint as a three-continent, ex-pat trailing spouse.
Her early forays into the
publishing world led to a groundbreaking fiction subgenre, “Romance for Real
Life,” which has gained thousands of fans and followers interested less in the
“HEA” and more in the “WHA” (“What Happens After?”). More recently she is
garnering even more fans across genres with her latest novels, which are more
character-driven fiction, while remaining very much “real life.”
With stories set in the
not-so-common worlds of breweries, on the soccer pitch, in successful real
estate offices and at times in exotic locales like Istanbul, Turkey, her books
are unique and told with a fresh voice. The Liz Crowe backlist has something
for any reader seeking complex storylines with humor and complete casts of
characters that will delight, frustrate and linger in the imagination long
after the book is finished.
Don’t ever ask her for anything “like a
Budweiser” or risk bodily injury.
TITLE – Heart’s Song
SERIES – Ugly Eternity
AUTHOR – Charity Parkerson
GENRE – M/M Romance
PUBLICATION DATE – 3/2/15
LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 35,000 words
PUBLISHER – Punk & Sissy Publications
COVER ARTIST – Charity Parkerson
PHOTOGRAPHER—Taria Reed/The Reed Files
BOOK SYNOPSIS
Hawke swore one day he’d hate Maddox for using him...
Maddox, lead singer of the band, Ugly Eternity, is a man of many secrets. Unfortunately, Hawke isn’t one of them. He’s been openly using Hawke for his delicious body for over a year, taunting him with a half-life, and always giving him just enough hope to keep him hanging on.
When three tiny and heartless words finally break Hawke, the day of reckoning arrives...
Even though Maddox knew Hawke would one day grow tired of his games, Maddox never expected how thoroughly the other man would cut him from his life. Left with no other recourse, Maddox is forced to live on Hawke’s terms to have any chance of reclaiming Hawke’s heart.
But in Hawke’s determination to rid himself of the sexy singer, he failed to consider one major
detail—he belongs to Maddox.
He’d had enough. This constant weight sitting on his chest was choking the life from Hawke. The price of Maddox was Hawke’s sanity. It wasn’t one he could afford to pay any longer. Anger carried Hawke’s feet outside, intent on settling things now. Waiting hadn’t gained him shit. He found Maddox at his car, shirtless and digging around in the trunk.
“What was that all about?”
Maddox glanced up. The closed expression on his face let Hawke know this was going to be a useless conversation. Maddox shrugged.
“You were horny. I helped you out. No big deal.”
No big deal. Hawke’s brain latched onto those three tiny words and began repeating them like a mantra.
Anger grew with each pass. As usual, he was no big deal. "I've got some of your clothes in my backseat." Hawke couldn’t believe how calm he sounded. Surely that wasn’t his voice.
Maddox didn't seem to notice anything off. “You should throw them out."
Hawke ran his hands through his hair, beyond frustrated. The guy couldn't give him inch. Not ever. "At least take my shirt so you'll have something. It's my fault you're without, and I can go home whereas you still have to work." Maddox still wouldn't look at him. He slammed the trunk closed. "Nah. It's cool." He flashed a fake smile, not meeting Hawke’s gaze. "Everyone likes me better this way anyhow." He smoothed his palm across his bare chest, emphasizing his point. "They'll never even notice when I'm off-key."
Hawke wanted to punch him in the throat. Maybe then Maddox would understand what it was like to be incapable of drawing a single breath. The way Hawke couldn't whenever he was around.
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Charity Parkerson is an award winning and multi-published author with Ellora's Cave Publishing, Indie Publishing House LLC, and Punk & Sissy Publications. Born with no filter from her brain to her mouth, she decided to take this odd quirk and insert it in her characters.
*Winner of 2, 2014 Readers' Favorite Awards
*2015 Golden Flogger BDSM Award Finalist
*2013 Readers' Favorite Award Winner
*2013 Reviewers' Choice Award Winner
*2012 ARRA Finalist for Favorite Paranormal Romance
*Five-time winner of The Mistress of the Darkpath
New Adult Contemporary Romance intended for readers 17 years
of age and older. Told from dual point of view from Ari and Ryder, this novel
can be read as a standalone or as part of the Living Heartwood series.
Faced with having to attend a small private college after a
stint in rehab, Arian’s ready to coast under the radar and repair some of the
wreckage, but her father’s looming control is like a vise choking off her air
supply.
When a run-in with Braxton’s beloved star quarterback, Ryder
Nash, puts Arian squarely in the crosshairs of his devoted teammates, the last
of her controlled, orderly world unhinges. As the pranks and paybacks escalate,
Arian and Ryder’s rivalry takes a passionate turn. And once Arian glimpses
beneath the all-star-athlete exterior Ryder projects, she realizes he’s far
more than just a jock.
As their relationship intensifies, outside
forces feel the threat. Outrunning their pasts doesn’t mean history won’t
repeat itself, but Ryder can’t let that happen. He’s just one Championship game
away from breaking the mold. Only one moment, one choice, might change
everything.
From
an early age, Trisha Wolfe dreamed up fantasy worlds and characters and was
accused of talking to herself. Today, she lives in South Carolina with her
family and writes full time, using her fantasy worlds as an excuse to continue
talking to herself.
My name is Matthew Weston. Don't call me anything else,
because I won't respond. And if you think you can get away with whimpering
‘Matt’ while I have you tied to the bed, about to devour you, it'll end up
being your loss.
Men like me don't talk about feelings. We just don't.
What men like me do is pound. I pound the asphalt with my
running shoes on morning runs. I pound a punching bag in the gym until my
knuckles bleed. And when I need a release, I find a beautiful woman sprawled
out on her bed, eagerly waiting for my cock, and pound her into oblivion. Yeah,
that's me. I don't have feelings, and I don't do love.
At least I didn't, until the night Ella walked into my
office looking like a disgusting junky to interview for a position for The Onyx
Club.
She was like no one I'd ever met before. She was timid,
reserved, and quite plain with her mousy brown hair and dirty clothes. Ella
also had a dark and haunted gleam in her eye. A secret, a past she was
desperate to conceal.
And when she called me ‘Matt’ it didn't seem to bother me.
She came into my life and turned it upside down.
The only question is, can I screw her out of my system, or will my filthy
desire for her keep her by my side?
Sebastian Ex is a native of Sydney, Australia, having grown
up in a tight-knit family mostly surrounded by women. From a young age he had a
passion for all things green and outdoors, when he hit mid-teenage years he did
an apprenticeship as a landscape gardener.
A serial lover of women, Sebastian was
encouraged to pen his words when a lady friend of his compared some paragraphs
from contemporary erotic novelists to his scorching, hot sexts. Now, Sebastian
is about to release his debut novel in a bid to transition from landscaping to
writing full-time.
The Earl of Dentin excels in his position as Securer of the Realm. But the king’s order to pluck an orphaned child from a loving home unsettles Dentin. When a dark-eyed woman challenges his honor regarding the mission, Dentin finds himself unable to justify his actions or get her out of his mind. Something about her lack of fear intrigues him.
Lady Elsa Reeve attempts to avoid the marriage of convenience her brother and mother demand of her. She understands the need to pay off her brother's massive debt. She only wants her family to consider her wishes in the process.
As Elsa becomes further entangled in a snare of her brother’s creating, only one man defends her. But can she trust Dentin, her unlikely champion, and his motives? With a murderer on the loose, Elsa’s fate in jeopardy, and a traitor plotting against the king, Dentin finds his priorities shifting in an unexpected direction.
Her face lost all color. Though she tried to hide her disquiet by adjusting the toddler on her hip, her sudden tension betrayed her. I struck close to something important.
I continued to prod. “Darnay is not a boy easily spooked, but he was convinced Merrill intended to do something terrible to you.”
“Merrill is more of a friend of Barack than me. I hardly speak to him usually. Lately he has been taking more of an interest in me. Perhaps he liked the cut of my new dress.” She tried to toss her dark mane in a flirtatious manner. The movement fell flat. Her honesty shone through despite her intentions.
“I don’t believe you.”
Her chin came up and she glared at me. “Regardless, it is none of your concern, my lord.”
“Considering this is the second time I played hero for you, you owe me something.”
“I never requested help.”
The defiant look in her eye warmed my heart. I much preferred her fire than the alternative. She put on a brave front, but the cracks were showing. This was a woman who felt alone.
“Darnay did,” I pointed out.
“He did, didn’t he?” She sighed, as though giving in after a fight. “Thank you.”
“You are welcome.”
She took a step toward me, obviously assuming I would step aside. I did not.
“I need to deliver Ian to the nursery before he is missed.”
“Not until you tell me more about your dealings with Merrill.”
Gold flashed in the brown depths of her eyes before she diverted her gaze to my feet. “I plot no treason or crime, my lord. My business is my own.” She hefted Ian higher on her hip.
The boy regarded me solemnly. “Food?”
“Soon,” Elsa assured him before turning her full attention to me. “If you will not move, I shall go another way.”
As she turned to do just that, I offered my open hands to the child. He came willingly to me with surprising eagerness. Before she could protest, Ian was securely in my arms. The lad settled his head against my shoulder, stuck his thumb in his mouth, and relaxed.
Elsa stared at me in shock. “So much for the fearsome monster.”
“Now you have to listen to me.”
Her eyebrows quirked and one side of her mouth rose. “Actually I don’t. I could walk away now and leave you to deliver him to the nursery. He seems to have tamed you.”
“Appearances can be deceiving.” Though, I was hardly in a position to demonstrate it.
“I will show you the way.” Striding past me, she set a brisk pace through the hedges.
I followed, using my longer legs to overtake her. “Merrill is an evil man.”
“I have heard the same said of you.”
“He isn’t trustworthy.” I grappled for words to convey a warning about Merrill’s complete lack of moral restraint. I couldn’t exactly start numbering the women he had ruined, numerous though they were. Pointing out that he had committed treason with the princess would be foolish, especially in such a public place. “He is not an honorable man.”
“And you are?”
She turned to confront me so fast I almost plowed her down. As it was, I ground a patch of rosemary into the earth to avoid the collision. Ian protested the abrupt halt with a squeal in my ear. However, Elsa’s flushed features demanded my full attention. She glared up at me.
“You walk into each situation, pronouncing judgment before even assessing the intentions of the people involved. Merrill could have been caught in a perfectly innocent conversation and have the best of the intentions. Did you ask him? No. Did you investigate? No. Yet, you blithely proclaimed words that ruined a man’s reputation without so much as trying to understand what was actually happening. Have you ever considered that no one invited you?”
I frowned in confusion. “Are we still discussing Merrill?”
Her face flushed crimson and then blanched. “Give Ian to me.” She held out her arms.
“Not until tell me what is truly going on between Merrill and you.”
“Keep Ian. Just be sure to deliver him to the nursery before his linens leak. Good day, my lord.” She executed a perfunctory curtsey before whirling on her heel and marching off in the direction of the main entrance to the great hall. I watched her whipping skirts and tried to make sense of her tirade.
Rachel Rossano is a happily married mother of three children. She spends her days teaching, mothering, and keeping the chaos at bay. After the little ones are in bed, she immerses herself in the fantasy worlds of her books. Tales of romance, adventure, and virtue set in a medieval fantasy world are her preference, but she also writes speculative fantasy and a bit of science fiction.
