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He was the leader of the mafia. I was about to fall in love with him, and his name…Cole Mauricio.

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I shouldn’t have remembered him.

He was just a guy who walked through a restaurant. I didn't know his name. We never made eye contact. There was no connection between us at all.

But I could feel him.

The tingle down my spine. The command in his presence. The snap of tension in the air around him. That was the first time I saw him, and I was captivated.

The second time was different.

He was in the mysterious back elevator of my apartment building. Our eyes met for a fleeting second before the doors closed, and I was staggered. My breath was robbed. My senses on high alert. My body hummed.

That was just the beginning.

He was the leader of the mafia. I was about to fall in love with him, and his name…

Cole Mauricio

Author Information

I didn't begin writing until after undergraduate college. There'd been storylines and characters in my head all my life, but it came to a boiling point one day and I HAD to get them out of me. So the computer was booted up and I FINALLY felt it click. Writing is what I needed to do. After that, I had to teach myself how to write. I can't blame my teachers for not teaching me all those years in school. It was my fault. I was one of the students that was wishing I was anywhere but at school! So after that day, it took me lots of work until I was able to put together something that resembled a novel. I'm hoping I got it right since someone must be reading this profile! And I hope you keep enjoying my future stories.

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Author: D.B. James
Title: Rhys
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: Feb 23, 2017
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He has everything planned… except her.

Rhys lives a life of solitude — one he’s perfectly content with. That is until his friend Vinny is found murdered. There are secrets and half-truths at every corner, but he’s determined to find out what happened.

Averill is exactly where she wants to be in life after years of running. She’s opened her own boutique and can finally breathe again. She thought she was safe… until her world collides with the dark shadows of Rhys’.

When he unknowingly puts her in the path of a serial killer, will he be able to protect her? Even if it means becoming the killer he’s trained to be?

 

  

 

 

 

 

D.B. James is an indie author of New Adult Romance. Seventeen Days is her debut novel. In her spare time, she’s an avid reader. Colleen Hoover, Tarryn Fisher, Teagan Hunter, KA Tucker, Linda Kage, Renee Carlino, and Abbi Glines are a few of her obsessions. She is a mother to one spoiled rotten fur-baby named Frasier. He’s a bi-colored Persian cat, who thinks he’s royalty and can’t be told otherwise. She’s a Michigan girl through and through but currently resides in sunny Florida. Sarcasm, Supernatural (team Sam!), Harry Potter and coffee are among her favorite things.

 

  

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Blurb

Haunted by a photographic memory, I couldn’t escape the worst night of my life.
The blood they shed.
The pain they endured.
The evil that still walked free.
It was all I saw. Those memories, my childhood—the images.

Silenced and scarred.

But nothing lasts forever.
Torment turned to blinding rage. Hate sought revenge, which pursued death. 
Then there was life.
The moon.
Rylee Anderson.

I had to choose..

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Excerpt

Sweat
dripped down the side of my face, collecting in the collar of my shirt. The
heat was almost unbearable, but I didn’t want to be inside. Mom was away for
work again—this time for a full week—and Dad was stuck in front of the
television set watching another football game. I hated it when Mom was gone,
because my dad didn’t really know how to handle me. He had no problem bonding
with my brother, but where I was concerned, he acted completely clueless. So
Sundays became the day I’d take a book and sit in the back yard beneath a tree.

 
   I brought my water bottle to my lips when something caught my
attention near the privacy fence, separating the houses in the neighborhood and
the wooded area behind it. It ran up the side yard, offering us seclusion to the
house next door. The young woman who lived there often had guests over, which
made my parents uneasy. But now, someone was in her back yard, climbing her
fence.

 
   No…not just someone.

 
   A boy.

 
   His stick-straight hair, the color of sand, hung to the middle of
his ears. But I couldn’t see his face. He had his back to me as he climbed,
just before jumping over to the side filled with trees. His black T-shirt was a
blur. He was there one second and gone the next.

 
   I stared at the barrier, wondering if I could climb over and
follow him. I knew everyone in the neighborhood, but I’d never seen him before.
I glanced over my shoulder and waited a moment, just to make sure my dad or my
brother weren’t on their way out. When I noticed no movement beyond the sliding
glass door, I jumped up and ran as fast as I could. Without second guessing it,
I began to scale the tall slats of the wood.

 
   Once I made it to the top, I looked down and realized it was much
higher on the other side. I’d never been in the wooded area before, and for a
second, I contemplated just going back to my yard. I thought about my book I’d
left beneath the tree and my father who might’ve gone looking for me. But then
I remembered the boy—and I so desperately wanted to find out where he came
from.

 
   Curiosity got the best of me.

 
   I swung my leg over and, with the pace of a sloth, I used the wood
between the slats to lower myself to the ground. Standing on my feet again, I
searched through the trees, hoping to spot the boy with blond hair and a black
shirt.

 
   But he was nowhere.

 
   I carefully walked farther into the trees on the soft dirt,
keeping as quiet as possible. I didn’t want to venture too far, because I
worried I wouldn’t be able to make it back to my house. From this side, I
couldn’t tell which house was which. So I made sure not to deviate too far from
behind my back yard.

 
   It felt like an hour, but realistically, it was probably closer to
five minutes before I decided to give up. I thought it might’ve been better to
have just waited until he came back. I turned around, ready to head home, when
I spotted him.

 
   Or…he spotted me.

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About Leddy Harper

Leddy Harper had to use her imagination often as a child. She grew up the only girl in a house full of boys. At the age of fourteen, she decided to use that imagination and wrote her first book, and never stopped. 

She often calls writing her therapy, using it as a way to deal with issues through the eyes of her characters.

She is now a mother of three girls, leaving her husband as the only man in a house full of females. 

The decision to publish her first book was made as a way of showing her children to go after whatever it is they want to. Love what you do and do it well. Most importantly Leddy wanted to teach them what it means to overcome their fears.

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Damage Control (Dirty Money Book 2) by Lisa Renee Jones

Release Date: February 21st

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Wall Street meets the Sons of Anarchy in Damage Control, the smoldering, scorching next novel in the explosively sexy Dirty Money series.

The only thing more dangerous than a dark secret is a damaged heart…

Shane Brandon has been pushed to the brink, torn between his corrupt family and his explosive, all-consuming desire for Emily Stevens, who he now knows is not who, and what, she seems. Has he trusted the wrong person? Will she, not his brother Derek, be the ultimate destruction of his family Empire?

Emily tries to run from Shane, but he will stop her, confront her, force her to reveal all — one hot touch and kiss at a time, under every intimate detail of who this woman is, and what she wants, is exposed. But as he tears away the dangers of the unknowns with the woman in his bed, and in his heart, The Martina Cartel has set their sights on his company, his family, and the one piece of leverage they believe he won’t gamble with: Emily.

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About the Author:

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones is the author of the highly acclaimed INSIDE OUT series. Suzanne Todd (producer of Alice in Wonderland) on the INSIDE OUT series: Lisa has created a beautiful, complicated, and sensual world that is filled with intrigue and suspense. Sara’s character is strong, flawed, complex, and sexy - a modern girl we all can identify with.


In addition to the success of Lisa's INSIDE OUT series, Lisa has published many successful titles. The TALL, DARK AND DEADLY series and THE SECRET LIFE OF AMY BENSEN series, both spent several months on a combination of the New York Times and USA Today bestselling lists. Lisa is presently working on a dark, edgy new series, Dirty Money, for St. Martin's Press.


Prior to publishing Lisa owned multi-state staffing agency that was recognized many times by The Austin Business Journal and also praised by the Dallas Women's Magazine. In 1998 Lisa was listed as the #7 growing women owned business in Entrepreneur Magazine.


Lisa loves to hear from her readers. You can reach her at www.lisareneejones.com and she is active on Twitter and Facebook daily.

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Blurb

Haunted by a photographic memory, I couldn’t escape the worst night of my life.
The blood they shed.
The pain they endured.
The evil that still walked free.
It was all I saw. Those memories, my childhood—the images.

Silenced and scarred.

But nothing lasts forever.
Torment turned to blinding rage. Hate sought revenge, which pursued death. 
Then there was life.
The moon.
Rylee Anderson.

I had to choose..

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PURCHASE TODAY

Available on Kindle Unlimited

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Excerpt

Sweat
dripped down the side of my face, collecting in the collar of my shirt. The
heat was almost unbearable, but I didn’t want to be inside. Mom was away for
work again—this time for a full week—and Dad was stuck in front of the
television set watching another football game. I hated it when Mom was gone,
because my dad didn’t really know how to handle me. He had no problem bonding
with my brother, but where I was concerned, he acted completely clueless. So
Sundays became the day I’d take a book and sit in the back yard beneath a tree.

 
   I brought my water bottle to my lips when something caught my
attention near the privacy fence, separating the houses in the neighborhood and
the wooded area behind it. It ran up the side yard, offering us seclusion to the
house next door. The young woman who lived there often had guests over, which
made my parents uneasy. But now, someone was in her back yard, climbing her
fence.

 
   No…not just someone.

 
   A boy.

 
   His stick-straight hair, the color of sand, hung to the middle of
his ears. But I couldn’t see his face. He had his back to me as he climbed,
just before jumping over to the side filled with trees. His black T-shirt was a
blur. He was there one second and gone the next.

 
   I stared at the barrier, wondering if I could climb over and
follow him. I knew everyone in the neighborhood, but I’d never seen him before.
I glanced over my shoulder and waited a moment, just to make sure my dad or my
brother weren’t on their way out. When I noticed no movement beyond the sliding
glass door, I jumped up and ran as fast as I could. Without second guessing it,
I began to scale the tall slats of the wood.

 
   Once I made it to the top, I looked down and realized it was much
higher on the other side. I’d never been in the wooded area before, and for a
second, I contemplated just going back to my yard. I thought about my book I’d
left beneath the tree and my father who might’ve gone looking for me. But then
I remembered the boy—and I so desperately wanted to find out where he came
from.

 
   Curiosity got the best of me.

 
   I swung my leg over and, with the pace of a sloth, I used the wood
between the slats to lower myself to the ground. Standing on my feet again, I
searched through the trees, hoping to spot the boy with blond hair and a black
shirt.

 
   But he was nowhere.

 
   I carefully walked farther into the trees on the soft dirt,
keeping as quiet as possible. I didn’t want to venture too far, because I
worried I wouldn’t be able to make it back to my house. From this side, I
couldn’t tell which house was which. So I made sure not to deviate too far from
behind my back yard.

 
   It felt like an hour, but realistically, it was probably closer to
five minutes before I decided to give up. I thought it might’ve been better to
have just waited until he came back. I turned around, ready to head home, when
I spotted him.

 
   Or…he spotted me.

Continue Reading: http://www.leddyharper.com/single-post/2016/12/28/Exclusive-Excerpt-for-Silenced

About Leddy Harper

Leddy Harper had to use her imagination often as a child. She grew up the only girl in a house full of boys. At the age of fourteen, she decided to use that imagination and wrote her first book, and never stopped. 

She often calls writing her therapy, using it as a way to deal with issues through the eyes of her characters.

She is now a mother of three girls, leaving her husband as the only man in a house full of females. 

The decision to publish her first book was made as a way of showing her children to go after whatever it is they want to. Love what you do and do it well. Most importantly Leddy wanted to teach them what it means to overcome their fears.

Follow Leddy Harper

Facebook / Goodreads / Amazon / Website

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"Emotionally Raw, intense, and heartbreakingly beautiful. An absolute masterpiece, that I could not put down." ~Goodreads Reviewer

 

Blurb:

Haunted by a photographic memory, I couldn’t escape the worst night of my life.
The blood they shed.
The pain they endured.
The evil that still walked free.
It was all I saw. Those memories, my childhood—the images.

Silenced and scarred.

But nothing lasts forever.
Torment turned to blinding rage. Hate sought revenge, which pursued death. 
Then there was life.
The moon.
Rylee Anderson.

I had to choose...

 

Title: Part of Me
Series: Friendship, Texas #4
Author: Magan Vernon
Release Date: Feb 21, 2017
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Welcome back to Friendship, Texas. A town where your best friend may be dating an Olympic swimmer and his best friend may or may not also be an Olympic swimmer you sort of, kind of did the nasty with against Nonna's goat pen.

“Is that…?” I asked, staring at Dr. Burly Santa.
He smiled and nodded. “That would be your baby’s heartbeat.”
The emotion I’d been storing away came flooding back as tears burst from my eyes. A baby. A person. This was real. I was carrying a tiny human inside me.
The doctor tried to console me as he gave me samples of prenatal vitamins and paper after paper was piled in a folder with my name and September on the front.
September. My baby’s due date.
Holy shit, I was going to be a mother.
And Johnny was going to be a father.
I had to do so many things to prepare and people I had to tell. But at that moment, I just stared down at my stomach. My stomach holding my baby.
This wasn’t just about me and my future anymore. This was about us. And whether I liked it or not, this baby was a part of me, which meant Johnny was a part of me. It was time we stopped running from each other.

 

  

 

 

 

“Why not? Starting to have second thoughts? Don’t want to let yourself go and have another session against the goat pen?” Johnny asked, wiggling his eyebrows and unwrapping his straw.

“I can’t drink because I’m pregnant,” I blurted.

Johnny stopped, mid opening his straw, letting it hang in the air as the paper fell to the table. He blinked once then twice before he opened and closed his mouth. “What?”

I sighed. “I’m pregnant. Okay? I thought I was just sick at your apartment then I went to the doctor at school, and they did a pregnancy test and referred me to an OB in town who confirmed it. I’m due in September.”

“Are you sure…?” he asked, still holding the straw in midair.

“Sure that I’m pregnant or sure that it’s yours? Because I haven’t been with anyone else in a very long time and we weren’t exactly good about using protection. So, yes, I’m sure. And if you want to ask any other questions, I really don’t have the answers. I just know that a bun is in my oven, and no one else but you, me, and the doctors know. Not Lia. Not my dad. No one.”

“Shit…I should have pulled out, but your dad came home, and I was so close, and it was too late…shit…” He ran his hands over his face and stared into the bowl of chips as if it had the answers.

We sat silently for a few minutes before he finally stopped staring and his eyes were on me again. “So…what do you want to do?”

I raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean what do I want to do?”

“I mean do you want to get married? ‘Cuz I’ll propose right now. Fuck dating and taking it slow, let’s do this,” he said, taking his straw wrapper and twisting it into a bow before holding it out to me.

I shook my head. “Just because I’m pregnant doesn’t mean we need to get married. We barely know each other.”

“Yeah, but we’re having a kid, I mean at least I think we are. I’m all for women having a choice and all, but if you’re thinking of another option, I’d like to know that too.”

I sighed. “I don’t think I can do that other choice. I heard the baby’s heartbeat the other day, and well…there is a person in me. A person with a heartbeat.”

Johnny put his hand on mine. “Tell me what you want me to do, and we’ll figure it out together.”

I looked up, meeting his concerned eyes, which was something I never expected. “I don’t know what I want,” I squeaked out.

I was never a crier, but now, with the extra hormones, I felt like I could cry at the drop of a hat. That was the last thing I wanted to do in a restaurant with a hot swimmer staring at me.

“Wanna get out of here and go somewhere more private?” he asked.

“But aren’t you hungry?” I asked.

He smiled and pulled out his wallet, setting a few bills on the table. “I can swing through a drive-through. Come on.”

Johnny stood up and offered me his hand. “Let’s get out of here.”

 

 

 

 

Magan Vernon has been living off of reader tears since she wrote her first short story in 2004. She now spends her time killing off fictional characters, pretending to plot while she really just watches Netflix, and she tries to do this all while her two young children run amok around her Texas ranch