THE INVITATION, a searingly sexy tortured hero, billionaire romance from New York Times Bestselling Author, Jodi Ellen Malpas, is available now!

Is he worth the risk? Or is this the man who could break her?

An ambitious career woman. An enigmatic billionaire. There’s more to their affair than meets the eye in this scalding romance by the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the This Man series.

Amelia Lazenby deserves a breather—from work and from the stress of a recent breakup. Courtesy of her best friends, she gets a day of pampering at a posh country spa called Arlington Hall. Instead of finding calm, she finds her pulse racing when she sees flawlessly rugged Jude Harrison. Hand on heart, she’s never laid eyes on such a stunner. And an unexpected steam room meet takes their instant attraction to a whole new level.

Amelia wasn’t looking for an intense new affair. But the passion Jude ignites is off the charts. Even if he is a little possessive. Even if his temper can be as formidable as the influence he has on her body. He becomes all the more intriguing when Amelia discovers that Jude not only owns Arlington Hall but that their meeting was no accident. It was planned. But to what end?

That’s a mystery as irresistible as Jude himself. Is he worth the risk? Or is this the man who could break her?

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“…tantalizingly steamy, emotionally charged and completely consuming.” ~Danielle, Red Cheeks Reads

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About Jodi Ellen Malpas:

Jodi Ellen Malpas was born and raised in England, where she lives with her husband, boys and Theo the Doberman. She is a self-professed daydreamer, and has a terrible weak spot for alpha males. Writing powerful love stories with addictive characters has become her passion—a passion she now shares with her devoted readers. She’s a proud #1 New York Times Bestselling Author, a Sunday Times Bestseller, and her work is published in over twenty-five languages across the world. You can learn more about Jodi & her words at www.jodiellenmalpas.co.uk

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BAD MEDICINE, the fourth interconnected standalone romantic suspense novel in the Avenging Angels series from New York Times Bestselling Author, Kristen Ashley, releases on December 16th! Check out this cover!

Gabriel Stark, has targeted her as His One. Willow might not stand a chance.

Willow Knightley has just been through it with her ex-mooch of a boyfriend. But sadly, he’s just the latest in a long string of men (starting at birth) who didn’t treat her right.

She decides her only recourse is to give up on men forever.

The problem is, her friend/acquaintance/one-time bodyguard, member of the Nightingale Investigations & Security team, Gabriel Stark, has targeted her as His One.

Gabe’s been through it at the hands of women too, so he knows exactly what he wants.

And he wants Willow.

Willow states her case against them being an us, but she doesn’t count on the fact that not only does Gabe love a challenge, he lives for them.

Up against an onslaught from a man who rinses his own whiskers out of the sink, Willow might not stand a chance.

But then, while the Angels are trying to figure out what’s got one of their informants very jittery, she gets a hint that there are demons in Gabe’s history, and she has to know.

The bets are on…

And luck favors a Stark.

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Kristen Ashley is the New York Times bestselling author of over eighty romance novels. She’s a hybrid author, publishing titles both independently and traditionally, her books have been translated in fourteen languages and she’s sold millions of books.

Kristen, born in Gary and raised in Brownsburg, Indiana and was a fourth-generation graduate of Purdue University. Since, she has lived in Denver, the West Country of England, and she now resides in Phoenix. She worked as a charity executive for eighteen years prior to beginning her independent publishing career. She now writes full-time.

Although romance is her genre, the prevailing themes running through all of Kristen’s novels are friendship, family and a strong sisterhood. To this end, and as a way to thank her readers for their support, Kristen has created the Rock Chick Nation, a series of programs that are designed to give back to her readers and promote a strong female community. You can learn more about Kristen and the Rock Chick Nation on her website.

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DENIM & DIAMONDS, a new standalone contemporary romance from New York Times Bestselling Authors, Penelope Ward & Vi Keeland, releases on July 27th! Check out this cover!

Title:  DENIM & DIAMONDS
Authors:  PENELOPE WARD & VI KEELAND
Genre:  STANDALONE CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE
Cover Design:  SOMMER STEIN, PERFECT PEAR CREATIVE
Photographer:  WANDER AGUIAR
Model:  LUCAS LOYOLA
Release Date:  JULY 27, 2025

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THE OVERTIME KISS, a single dad/nanny forbidden, workplace hockey romance from #1 New York Times Bestselling Author, Lauren Blakely, is out now!

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He’s falling for the one woman he shouldn’t touch – his kids’ nanny.

Just what every bride dreams of—running straight from her cheating fiancé into the arms of a hot hockey star… and then getting hired as his kids’ nanny.

Tyler Falcon is protective, flirtatious…and frustratingly responsible. We almost did something reckless when he found me alone in my wedding dress, and I blurted out all the things I’d never truly experienced.

Now, the sexy single dad is saving me again with a job I desperately need—and a promise to never mention The Night of 1001 Confessions.

I live in his house. Take care of his kids. Pretend I don’t notice his heated gaze lingering on me after they fall asleep.

Until one night, the tension snaps.

Now we have a deal. Five lessons in seduction. No strings attached.

But he’s not just good in bed. He spoils me with thoughtful gifts and supports my dreams. For the first time, I feel like I belong.

Except…this was never meant to last. I’m his employee. He has kids to protect. And neither of us can afford to make a mistake.

The more nights we spend tangled up together though, the harder it is to pretend it’s just physical. Because I’m not only falling for my boss—I’m falling for the man whose kids have stolen my heart.

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“…a sizzling, heartwarming forbidden romance…with an irresistible blend of heat, humor and heartfelt emotion!” ~Danielle, Red Cheeks Reads

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EXCERPT:

Tyler

“Are you a troublemaker, Tyler?”

“Maybe I was. Back in the day,” I say.

Her lips shift in amusement. “Think you’ve still got it in you?”

“Those are fighting words.” I drum my fingers on the counter. “How about trouble in the form of a spicy margarita? Can you handle the heat?”

Her smile falters for just a second, as if I’d asked about more than a drink. “I don’t even know.”

Her blue eyes flicker with something deeper—with uncertainty, maybe, or a vulnerability she’s trying to hide. Or possibly…interest. Since for a moment her gaze lingers on me, roams over me, like she’s trying to figure something out.

Like what she wants me to do to her tonight?

What the f*&k?

That is not a thought I should be entertaining. Too bad my lust-struck mind is already running away with the image, imagining what could have been if she wasn’t wearing that damn ring. Not today, brain. Stand down.

“Let’s find out,” I say, as I resume the role of runaway-bride wingman. I change her order, and when the bartender returns with the margarita, we toast again, her with her cocktail, me with my lager, which—as Ike promised—is incredibly good.

“To the opposite of today.”

“The opposite,” she echoes, her gaze…curious. But I don’t want to read into it even though I want to read everything into it.

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A #1 New York Times Bestselling, #1 Wall Street Journal Bestselling, and #1 Audible Bestselling author, Lauren Blakely is known for her contemporary romance style that’s sexy, feel-good and witty. Her books have been featured in US Weekly and People. Lauren likes dogs, cake and show tunes and she is the vegetarian at your dinner party.

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TENDERFOOT, the third interconnected standalone romantic suspense novel in the Avenging Angels series from New York Times Bestselling Author, Kristen Ashley, is available now!

It’s a race between the Angels and the Hottie Squad as to who’s going to solve the mystery…

Harlow O’Neill is waiting for Javier Montoya to make his move. She has it bad for the gorgeous new investigator at Nightingale Investigations and Security. She’s sure he knows it. She’s also sure he’s just as into her.

And she’s read the Rock Chick books. She knows how those Hottie Squad men are supposed to win their women.

Javi is just not trying to win her.

Then one evening Harlow is undercover on a mission for the Avenging Angels, and Javi blows her cover. She’s not happy about it. They share words and some of the ones Javi uses aren’t all that great.

Harlow retreats. Javi goes on the advance.

And the man Harlow was investigating winds up dead.

The Angels go all in to discover what’s happening with a dating app scam that ended up with a dead guy. The Nightingale men aren’t fans of the women wading in on such a dangerous case, and they’re doing something about it.

It’s a race between the Angels and the Hottie Squad as to who’s going to solve the mystery.

While all of that happens, Javi’s not taking any chances with Harlow’s safety. He moves her into his place and Harlow learns firsthand what it means to be in the romantic crosshairs of a member of the Hottie Squad…and the heartbreaking reasons why Javi kept her at arm’s length.

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EXCERPT:

At this juncture, it was important to share that Javi was one of the Hottie Squad.

That was, he was a member of the Nightingale Investigations and Security team.

And they were all the baddest of bad-A’s.

The Angels had a loose association with the boys of NI&S that hinged mostly on Raye living with Cap, and Jessie being loved up with Eric, both of them NI&S men.

Oh, and when the Angels got to the parts of our investigations that might include blood and guns and direct run-ins with bad guys (not to mention the police), the NI&S team stepped in.

But before that, Javi had been a Shadow Soldier.

Nope.

The Shadow Soldier. He’d been the first and he recruited all the rest.

In other words, a vigilante, like the Angels, except they were all men, they had matching tattoos, and two of them sadly got dead not too long ago, so the NI&S team snapped the rest of them up and absorbed them into their operations.

As previously mentioned, Javi was also a man I had a huge crush on, and not just because he was incredible to look at, he had a deep, rough voice that did things to my heart (and other places as well), the most unusual, beautiful eyes I’d ever seen and an amazing body.

No, it was because he had a finely honed sense of right and wrong, and the drive to do something about it, he loved his mom a whole lot, and he treated his men like brothers and grieved the ones he lost like he’d lost his own blood…

And again, as mentioned, the very first time we met, sparks flew. So many of them, I was singed, and the burn felt awesome.

Since then…nothing.

He made no moves.

He made no plays.

None of either, even if he’d had ample opportunity. He was a member of our group. So I couldn’t say I saw Javi every day, but we all hung out together a lot.

Maybe I was wrong.

Maybe those sparks weren’t what I thought they were, firing from us both. Maybe they only fired from me.

Or at least, all evidence was suggesting that.

But now, he was there, messing up our carefully crafted plan to put a stop to Kev’s (and now Trev’s) shenanigans, and that was not okay.

I was also not okay being in this classy, romantically lit restaurant with the most gorgeous man I’d ever laid eyes on sitting across the table from where I stood, looking like he was my guy.

My man.

My soulmate.

Therefore, I snatched up my bag and started to flounce away.

And yes, I flounced when I was angry. It came naturally. It was how I moved. I’d tried not to flounce, and it was like trying not to breathe.

I was just a girl who flounced.

I got five feet before my hand was seized in one much larger and stronger than mine, and I wasn’t flouncing anymore.

I was being dragged, discreetly, but being dragged nonetheless.

“Holy shit.” (Luna)

“Oh my God.” (Raye)

“What the fuck?” (Jessie)

“Okay, he’s being an asshole. But it’s still hot.” (Shanti)

In order not to make a scene, I decided to let Javi pull me out of the restaurant and continue to do it even as he nodded to the valet outside who tossed him a set of keys, and then Javi walked us to a big, shiny, granite Toyota Tundra that was parked close to the front doors.

But, let’s face it, I allowed this mostly because he was holding my hand.

It was the first time he’d touched me in that kind of way.

So I wanted it to be about me not making a scene, but it wasn’t.

It was because his hand felt good wrapped around mine. It was big. Warm. I could feel the callouses, so it spoke about him. It said he was a man who worked. He was a man who didn’t put on airs. He wasn’t soft. He got stuff done.

And it was so big, my hand got lost in his, and that felt so…danged…good.

Like he could shelter me. Protect me. Wrap me up in him so the hurts of the world could never get to me.

And…

Yeah.

That was mostly what was on my mind as he towed me to his truck.

He opened the passenger side, and I wished I hadn’t released the surprised squeak that came when he reached under my hair, plucked the earpiece out of my ear (how did he know it was there?!), shoved it in his jeans pocket, picked me up…

Yes, picked me up!

…and dumped me in the passenger seat.

I was stunned immobile by these moves. So much so, he’d closed my door, rounded the grill and pulled himself up beside me before I had a reaction.

But it was too late.

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About Kristen Ashley:

Kristen Ashley is the New York Times bestselling author of over eighty romance novels. She’s a hybrid author, publishing titles both independently and traditionally, her books have been translated in fourteen languages and she’s sold millions of books.

Kristen, born in Gary and raised in Brownsburg, Indiana and was a fourth-generation graduate of Purdue University. Since, she has lived in Denver, the West Country of England, and she now resides in Phoenix. She worked as a charity executive for eighteen years prior to beginning her independent publishing career. She now writes full-time.

Although romance is her genre, the prevailing themes running through all of Kristen’s novels are friendship, family and a strong sisterhood. To this end, and as a way to thank her readers for their support, Kristen has created the Rock Chick Nation, a series of programs that are designed to give back to her readers and promote a strong female community. You can learn more about Kristen and the Rock Chick Nation on her website.

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SOMEONE KNOWS, an all-new romantic thriller from #1 New York Times Bestselling Author, Vi Keeland, is out now!

The past doesn’t stay buried–especially when someone is writing it chapter by chapter…

As a college English professor, Elizabeth looks forward to the start of each new semester teaching her creative writing seminar. At least until she reads chapter one of The Reckoning, a tale about a high school senior who has an affair with her teacher. To anyone else it would be the beginning of a great page-turner, but to Elizabeth it is the beginning of the end.

She knows this story. It’s all familiar because she lived it. The girl in the story was her best friend Jocelyn, and Elizabeth knows exactly how the story will end—with the teacher dead. Because she was the one who killed him.

Someone knows what Elizabeth did twenty years ago and her secret is about to be exposed, but who is the mystery student submitting the chapters? In an effort to find out, Elizabeth returns to her Louisiana hometown where it soon becomes clear that no matter how many years have gone by, she can’t escape her past.

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SOMEONE KNOWS, an all-new romantic thriller from #1 New York Times Bestselling Author, Vi Keeland, is coming June 17th!

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The past doesn’t stay buried–especially when someone is writing it chapter by chapter…

As a college English professor, Elizabeth looks forward to the start of each new semester teaching her creative writing seminar. At least until she reads chapter one of The Reckoning, a tale about a high school senior who has an affair with her teacher. To anyone else it would be the beginning of a great page-turner, but to Elizabeth it is the beginning of the end.

She knows this story. It’s all familiar because she lived it. The girl in the story was her best friend Jocelyn, and Elizabeth knows exactly how the story will end—with the teacher dead. Because she was the one who killed him.

Someone knows what Elizabeth did twenty years ago and her secret is about to be exposed, but who is the mystery student submitting the chapters? In an effort to find out, Elizabeth returns to her Louisiana hometown where it soon becomes clear that no matter how many years have gone by, she can’t escape her past.

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EXCERPT:

A voice behind me catches me off guard. “Put hers on my tab, please, Willow.”

I expect to find the mullet man when I turn, but I’m pleasantly surprised. Instead, there’s a tall, handsome—albeit too young for me—man with a deliciously crooked smile. That smile widens, unveiling a set of cavernous dimples. Oh my.

“You are definitely not from around here,” he drawls.

I swivel and face him for a better look. “Oh yeah? Why is that?”

“Because the girls from these parts drink one of three things: White Claws, High Noons, or Jack and Coke. And the third I keep away from because that means they’re going to wind up sloppy drunk.”

“I suppose the reason I don’t drink any of those is because I’m a woman, not a girl.”

Dimples looks me up and down. There’s a sparkle in his eyes when they meet mine. “You sure are.”

I chuckle. He’s corny and over the top, but something about him appeals to me. It could be the confidence. There’s nothing I’m drawn to more than a confident man. Which is why Sam isn’t the first cop I’ve dated.

“What’s your name?” I tilt my head. “Or should I just call you Dimples?”

“Name’s Noah.” He smiles, flashes those things like a weapon, and holds out a hand. “And you are?”

“Elizabeth.” I put my hand in his, but instead of shaking, he lifts my knuckles to his lips and kisses just above them.

“Pleasure. Where you from, darlin’?” He waves his hand. “Wait. Let me guess.”

“This should be interesting . . .” I cross one leg over the other. Noah’s eyes drop to follow before looking up unapologetically and wagging a finger at me.

“I bet you’re from New York City.”

“Indeed I am. What gave it away?”

“You just have that look about you.”

“And what look is that?”

He grins. “Like you can eat a man alive.”

“Considering you’re standing here and just bought me a drink, I take it you enjoy being eaten alive?”

“I don’t mind it.” He leans in, putting his mouth next to my ear, and whispers, “But I’m a gentleman, so I’ll always do the eatin’ first.”

The bartender interrupts, which I’m grateful for because this young’in has got me all hot and bothered. She places another drink in front of me and lifts her chin to Noah. “You want your usual?”

“Yes, please.”

She raps her knuckles against the bar twice. “Coming right up.”

Noah slides into the seat next to me and scoots it over a few inches until his knee is touching mine. “So what brings a city girl down to these parts?”

“I’m visiting family.” I pick up my drink and take a healthy swig, watch the man next to me over the glass. “Tell me, how old are you, Noah?”

“Old enough.”

“Old enough for what?”

He grins again. “Anything you want to do.”

I chuckle. “I walked right into that one, didn’t I?”

Over the next hour, Noah and I talk. Surprisingly, we have a lot in common—even though I did the math when he said the year he graduated high school and know he’s ten years younger than me. Noah is a writer. He pens a sports column for the Louisiana Post, but he wants to write a novel someday. He has a degree in journalism from Tulane, runs half marathons, and is willing to travel for a good meal at a restaurant. He’s read Tolstoy and Faulkner, but prefers to read Stephen King on a night when the wind is howling. And he’s currently remodeling his house all by himself, rather than hiring people.

After my third drink, I’m relaxed enough to forget the reason I’m down here for the first time since crossing the state line. But my gut tells me the man next to me could make me forget my name for a while. So even though I rarely take up with a man under forty, I decide to make an exception. Noah excuses himself to go to the men’s room, and I wait a few seconds, then hop down from the bar stool and follow.

I look around to see if anyone is watching before opening the door and slipping inside. Noah is facing the urinal. He doesn’t turn until he hears the clank of the lock. When he does, his eyes go wide.

I grin. “You can finish up.”

He chuckles and turns around. “Haven’t even started yet. But suddenly I think it can wait. Whatcha doin’ in the men’s room, beautiful?”

“Seeing if you’re worth going home with.”

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