Crazy Beautiful Lies Synopsis:

Blake DeLuca is a manwhore with a reputation to prove it.

Jenna Capwell thought she had the perfect life until tragedy happens and betrayals unfold. In a chance meeting, Blake mistakes her for the call girl from an elite escort service. Jenna wants nothing more than a carefree, reckless night of passion, so she plays the part, and plays it well. When their paths cross again, Blake stops at nothing to see her again…even uses blackmail.

She knows what kind of man he is and yet she falls for him during their angsty relationship. He reminds her time and time again not to get attached to him and he doesn’t know what he’s about to lose until the table is turned and she makes a bold decision. One that changes the rules of the game and one that brings him to his knees. Can she survive another heart break and can he survive her betrayal?

Kathryn L. James Bio:

Kathryn James lives in a southern small town with her husband and kids. Being a hopeless romantic, she loves to read and write about bad-boy sexy alpha males and a strong heroine. She weaves her characters along a roller coaster ride full of angst before they reach their HEA. The beach is one of her favorite places to relax and write. But most days, when she’s writing, you can find her snuggled under a blanket in a recliner with her sweet apricot poodle curled up beside her. She’s loves diet coke, and is certain it helped her stay awake pecking away on her laptop writing her debut novel Crazy Beautiful Lies.   

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They say love conquers all.

It’s a lie.

Five days a week, I dressed in smart business clothes. I painted my face, and went to work as an accountant. But nothing about my life was normal.

For eight years I had been the property of the Gypsy Brothers Motorcycle Club. I laundered their money so well they’d never let me leave. My only glimmer of light was the man I loved. The man who had saved me.

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I recoiled as I felt her blood hit my cheek, the deafening roar of my gun something that was becoming far too familiar. Allie hit the dirt before I’d even blinked, the force of the bullet sending her straight onto her back.

Above the steady drum of the rain, I heard movement outside. Jesus. Was she still alive? I opened the door as quietly as I could and slipped out, pressing it shut behind me. The rain was brutal, and I could barely see in front of me. I circled around the back of the pickup, gun at the ready, my eyes searching for any movement as I rounded the corner of the truck and happened upon Allie. There was blood coming from her mouth, and she had one arm outstretched, reaching clumsily for her gun. In her dying moments, she didn’t look like a bitch anymore. She looked like a sad, lost little girl, and I silently cursed Murphy for pulling her into this hellish existence. For the first time, I realized that she was younger than me, just a young woman who fell in love with the wrong man. Don’t we all.

She saw me, and her hand reached for the gun more desperately. Before she could grab it and take a shot at me, I placed my bare foot on her wrist, pinning it to the ground.

She looked up at me, her eyes sad.

‘I thought he loved me,’ she choked.

I nodded, crouching beside her. ‘That’s the thing about men like Murphy,’ I said softly. ‘They’re not capable of love, Allie. They only know how to destroy.’

She seemed to soften, her eyes closing momentarily. Blinking back tears, she gazed up at me. ‘I don’t want to die,’ she whispered. ‘I didn’t know.’

I nodded sympathetically, pushing her hair back from her face.

Before she could do anything, I placed my hand over her mouth and squeezed her nose shut between my thumb and index finger. Shock and realization lit up in her eyes as she thrashed her head back and forth beneath my grip.

‘That’s the difference between you and me,’ I said to her, as she clawed at my hand and sucked against my palm for air. ‘I’m old enough to know better.

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Lili writes dark romance, suspense and paranormal stories. Her serial novel, Seven Sons, was released in early 2014, with the following books in the series to be released in quick succession. Lili quit corporate life to focus on writing and so far is loving every minute of it. Her other loves in life include her gorgeous husband and beautiful daughter, good coffee, Tarantino movies and spending hours on Pinterest.

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Living in Sin

Jace Jamison is every woman’s fantasy. He’s everything and anything you want him to be. He’s a highly paid escort.

Adrienne Miller works as an event planner, constantly working at numerous events, and always seeing a man she can only describe as a god-like creature. He’s devastatingly handsome, tall, and has beautiful blue eyes, but he’s always with a different woman.

After a few chance encounters with Jace, Adrienne’s best friend convinces her to just get some good sex out of him and not worry about who she’s seen him with.

What happens when she finds out that he isn’t dating these women because he wants to, but because he’s paid to? Will living in sin cost him what he never knew he wanted?

Unforgivable Sin

In book two of The Escort Series, Troy Thompson and Emilie Watson are finally admitting their feelings and thinking about giving a relationship a try. What happens, though, when being an escort in Sin City isn’t the only problem to worry about when starting a new relationship?

Someone from Troy’s past is back. Carla was the love of his life, his ex-fiancée, and the woman who committed what most consider an unforgivable sin. A sin that forced him to believe he’d never love or trust another woman again.

Is Carla back to heal old wounds and get closure, or is she back to do whatever’s necessary to be the only woman in Troy’s life, leaving Emilie to wonder if her and Troy’s connection is strong enough to withstand the return of his past?

Sins & Mistrust

Marc Edwards is a male escort in Sin City. He’s used to catering to his clients every fantasy, and also used to keeping parts of himself from the people closest to him.

He gains a client who’s unlike any other client he’s had. Nathalia LaBelle actually tries to get to know non-escort Marc. She wants to find out what it is he fantasizes about, and she’s not bothered by the nature of his job.

Has Marc found someone to open up to? Will Nathalia be able to handle what he desires? What he craves?

But what happens when Lincoln Cash, a man who has his own special relationship with Nathalia, comes into the picture with his own desires, rules, and sinful requests? Will they be able to get on the same page, or will mistrust run rampant and ruin everybody’s chances at getting what they want?

Excerpt
Lincoln
Around four-thirty, about three hours after Marc left, I give him a call in his room. As much as he’s driving me fucking crazy, he’s also driving me crazy in a completely different way. I need to see if he still wants to go out tonight. I’ve talked to Thalia through sporadic text messages, and she seems to think she’ll be getting off later than she wanted to.
“Hello?” Marc’s voice filters through the phone.
“Marc, it’s Lincoln.”
“Hey, what’s up?”
“My fucking cock still,” I laugh.
His laughter joins mine. “That’s too bad.”
“Mmhmm. Anyway, I was just wondering if you wanted to go out tonight.”
“What do you have in mind?”
“I know a couple of bars around here.”
“Okay. Just let me know when to meet you downstairs. Nathalia won’t be off work until way later.”
“I know. She said she may be able to meet us later.”
“Well, great. When should I meet you in the lobby?”
“How does seven sound?”

“Sounds good.”
“Okay, see you then.”
“Yep. Bye, Lincoln.”
“Bye, Marc.”
Goddammit. What is about the way he says my name
that drives me fucking crazy? Seven o’clock won’t come soon enough.
I decide to text Nathalia once more.

Me: Hey, can you talk?

Thalia: Yeah, give me a minute.

A few minutes later my phone rings. “Hey,” I answer.
“Hey, what’s going on?”
“I didn’t interrupt anything important, did I?”
“No. I’m just making calls right now. I have to back to the conference room later. So, what’s going on? Tell me how your date with Marc went.”
The glee in her tone lets me know she’s already talked
to Marc.
“It wasn’t a date, for one. For two, Marc isn’t very nice.”
She bursts into laughter. “Marc is one of the nicest
guys I’ve met. What are you talking about?”
“He fucks my mind up!”
“How so?” she asks, still giggling.
“I know he wants me. He knows I want him. You know I can’t keep that shit to myself. So, when he decides to tease me and then not allow me to touch him or kiss him, it fucks me up.”
“I hear you teased him first. In the elevator?”
“That was nothing,” I scoff.
“All you have to do is say please. Maybe even a pretty please,” she says, snickering.
“I’m glad you find this amusing. My cock does not.”
“Aww. Your poor little cock.”
“My cock is anything but little.”
“Well, I wouldn’t know.”
“You know I’ll show you.”
“Yeah, but I only want to see if I can do something with it.”
“Exactly!” I exclaim. “Yet, Marc pulls his out in front
of me and I’m only allowed to look.”
“I’ve done plenty with his cock, but then again, I’m not opposed to begging.”
“You’re no help, you know that?”
“I can help you with your not-so-little problem,” she breathes huskily into the phone.
“Oh yeah?”
“Mmhhmm.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Anything you want me to.”
“I want you to play with yourself.”
“Right now?” she squeaks.
“Yes, right now. I want you to turn yourself on, but don’t come.”
“How does this help you?”
“Because you’ll feel the same way I do right now, and then you’ll help me convince Marc to give us both what we want. You can have his dick in your mouth while I eat your pussy until you come in my mouth. After that you can watch as I take Marc deep into my mouth.”
I hear her moan on the other end, and I can tell she’s
getting turned on just thinking about it.
“Are you touching yourself yet, Thalia?”

“Mmm, yes. Keep talking.”
“While I suck Marc’s thick cock into my mouth, you can straddle his face while he fucks you with his tongue. Once he’s brought you to the cusp of orgasm, he’ll lay you down and slide his dick into your dripping wet pussy. Once he’s made you come, we’ll switch positions again but this time you’ll watch as I lick Marc’s ass, getting him ready to feel me slide inside. Do you like that, Thalia?” I ask in a husky tone, getting turned on myself.
“Yes, Lincoln. I love it. I want to watch you two.
Mmm.”
“How wet are you?”
“So wet, Lincoln. I’m so wet.”
“Stop touching yourself.”
“Mmm,” she moans.
“Nathalia, stop!” I demand.
“Fuck, Linc. I’m so turned on right now.”
“I know. Welcome to the club. Will you help me tonight?”
“Yes,” she pants.
“Good girl. I’ll talk to you later. Marc and I will be out tonight, but you meet up with us when you can. Just text me and I’ll tell you where to go.”
“Okay. Fuck. I have to go freshen up. Thanks.”
“You’re welcome,” I say with a grin.

At seven o’clock, I’m in the lobby waiting for Marc to show up. I’ve put on a pair of navy-colored slacks, a light blue button up shirt with a navy blue blazer over it. A few minutes later as I’m sitting in one of the chairs, reading a magazine, I glance up and catch sight of Marc coming around the corner. He looks fantastic.

He’s wearing a white, long-sleeved shirt that’s snug around his muscles, and a grayish-blue vest, left open. His hair looks soft, like he just ran his hand through it and it stayed perfectly in place.
“Hey. Sorry if I kept you waiting.”
“No, it’s okay. I haven’t been here long.”
Standing up, I drop the magazine to the table and then we both head for the front doors.
“So, where we going?” he asks.
“To this place a couple blocks away. I figure we can take one of these cabs that’s out here.”
“Okay.”
The short cab ride is once again filled with this raw, sexual energy. We clearly can’t be alone in small places.
The cab pulls up in front of the lounge, the place encased in black brick, giving off an old-timey feel. The windows are crystal clear and you can see the patrons milling about on the inside. Some sitting to eat, others standing around with drinks in their hands.
“This looks nice,” Marc notes.
“Yeah, I figured we could eat here as well.”
Once inside, we find a small table in the corner and as soon as we sit down, a waitress is there ready to take our order.
“Evening, gentlemen. Can I get anything for you?”
Her dark brown eyes shift back and forth between Marc and myself, and the smile never leaves her face.
“I’ll take a Crown and Coke,” Marc answers with a smile.
“And I’ll have your best whiskey, neat, with some water, please.” I look to Marc. “Did you want some food? Seafood sampler or just some chips?”
“Let’s go with the sampler,” he says, speaking to the waitress.
“Okay, great. I’ll be back soon,” she chirps before turning and walking away, her curvaceous hips swaying back and forth.
Marc must have caught me watching her walk away. “See something you like?” he asks with a grin.
I look over the bulging muscles in his arms, and then back to his soft, perfect lips, and finally to his baby blue eyes. “Yes, I do.”
He lifts a single brow but doesn’t retort, to my disappointment. I decide to try to bait him.
“Did you think about me earlier today? You know, after you left me with a raging hard-on?”
“I may have thought about you, but not in the way you’re thinking.”
“And what way am I thinking?”
“You’re thinking I went back to the room and jacked off while thinking about you. I didn’t.”
“Because you’re so sure you’re going to get off with Thalia tonight?”
“Yes, I’m quite sure, actually,” he responds with a smirk.
“I wouldn’t be so sure if I were you.”
“Why’s that?” he asks, his brows pinching together.
“She wants you and me to be together as much as I do. As much as you do, even though you won’t admit it.
She wants to watch,” I say, my voice throaty and deep.
“Here we are,” the waitress announces, bringing us our order and killing the mood. “You guys okay over here?” she asks politely.
“Yes, I think we’re good for now. Thank you,” I say with a smile.
When she leaves, I pin my eyes on Marc and wait to see if he’s going to say anything in response to what I said.
A devious smile plays on his lips.
“You two can’t plot against me. I already know I can get Nathalia to give in to me. She won’t last long with this little plan you think you have. If I wanted to fuck her across this table, she’d let me, and you’d be the one left watching.”
“Why are you denying yourself the pleasure of being with me?” I ask with a cocky grin.
“It’s not about denying myself anything. It’s now about getting you to do something you say you don’t do. I’m confident I can get you to ask me for whatever it is you want, and now I have to follow that through. It’s not like I’m asking you to get on your hands and knees and beg.” He pauses and leans forward. “Unless you want to be on your knees.”
“So, now I’m denying us both, is that it?”
“Exactly,” he says, and then takes a drink. Leaning in closer to me he says, “Lincoln, do you want my cock in your mouth?” I lean forward, our faces getting closer. “Hmm?” he asks.
“Yes.” My voice comes out in a whisper.
His hand touches my knee under the table and goes up my thigh. “Do you want my mouth all over you?”
I close my eyes briefly as his fingers spread out over my thigh. My cock grows harder in my pants. When I open my eyes, his blue eyes look like they’ve darkened, and I know he’s turned on as well.
“I want it all, Marc.”
“Ask me for it,” he demands in a voice thick with lust.
“Sorry to interrupt,” the waitress voice breaks through, causing us to pull apart.
She looks embarrassed, her cheeks flushed red. “I’m sorry,” she repeats. “I just wanted to see if you needed a refill or anything.”
“We’re fine, thank you,” Marc replies politely, plastering a charming fucking smile on his face. Damn me for being jealous of the woman on the receiving side of it.
“You sure?” she asks with a smile.
“Yes, thank you, sweetheart,” Marc answers with a wink.
“Well, aren’t you the flirt?” I declare as soon as she’s out of ear shot.
“Jealous?” he asks with a lopsided grin.
I narrow my eyes at him and then go back to my food. He has no idea how close I came to asking him to give me everything he was saying to me. That perky waitress ruined it when she showed up. We eat in silence and then the waitress comes back to take the food and plates away. She doesn’t forget to smile and flirt with Marc while here. I don’t know why I’m feeling so pissed about that.
“How would Thalia feel if she knew you were flirting with the waitress tonight?”
“I think she would be fine with it. I’m just being polite, something you clearly aren’t good at doing.” He takes a drink and then looks right back at me. “I think you’re worried that the waitress probably has a better chance of sleeping with me tonight than you do.”
I huff. “You wouldn’t do that.”
He just shrugs. I know he’s just trying to fuck with my head, but dammit if it’s not working.
“You know the way to keep me here with you,” he says before catching the eye of the waitress and giving her another smile and wink. She ducks her head with a smile and heads to the bar. “I’ll be back.”
I watch him as he saunters towards the bar…and the waitress. I growl and run my hand through my hair as I watch him approach her. Taking a huge swallow of my whiskey, I adjust my body to get a better view of them.
She looks surprised to see him, and then he must say something, because she begins to laugh. Her hand lands on his shoulder and Marc looks back at me and winks. Turning his attention back to the waitress, he pulls his phone out and they both look down at it. Is he getting her number?
The waitress looks back at me, no smile visible on her face. She and Marc talk some more, and then they take a picture together with his phone. What the fuck is this? He stays facing me, but he’s messing with his phone and not noticing my angry demeanor. Maybe it’s jealous demeanor. Same thing.
He leans in and kisses her cheek before returning to the table.
“What the fuck was that?” I demand.
“What?” he feigns confusion.
“You know what I’m talking about. The laughing, flirting, exchanging numbers, and taking pictures. What’s that about? Are you seriously thinking of picking up a woman while you’re staying with another?” My body vibrates with anger.
“You can stop it from happening,” he says. “If you really want to.”
“I’m too pissed to want to ask you for anything,” I growl.
“Well, fine.”
He stands up and gestures to the waitress, who starts walking towards us. Marc meets her halfway, gives her money for our drinks and food and then whispers something in her ear. She giggles and looks at me briefly.
“Have a good night!” she calls to him.
I storm out into the night air and Marc is right behind me. Instead of standing in front of the building, waiting for a cab, he starts walking down the street.
“Hey! Where are you going?” I yell out.
He doesn’t answer. I quicken my pace and catch up to him, but he doesn’t even bother looking at me.
“I said, where are you going?”
“I’m going back to my room,” he grumbles. “I don’t need you to walk with me. I’m a big boy.”
This man is so frustrating!
“Are you going to let Thalia know that she doesn’t need to meet us anymore, or will you be too busy with the waitress?”
Marc turns quickly and faces me. His face is tense and angry. What the fuck does he have to be angry about? He looks around and then pulls me by my lapels to this dark alcove in a building that isn’t open. Pushing me up against the brick wall, he puts his face inches from mine.
“I’m not fucking the waitress. Nathalia knows where I am, and where I will be tonight. So, why don’t you stop acting like some sort of jealous boyfriend? You and Nathalia aren’t together, and never have been. You aren’t with me, and never will be. It shouldn’t matter to you who I am or am not planning on fucking tonight. It’s not going to be you.”
I don’t know if it’s his anger, his passion, the look in his eyes, or the way he pushed me against the wall, but my dick hardens and I want him more now than I think I ever have. A plan comes to me.
“You’re both right and wrong,” I say.
His brows furrow, and he looks even more annoyed. “What the fuck are you talking about?” he demands.
“You’re right, you won’t be fucking the waitress tonight, but you’re wrong about not fucking me. You will be,” I say as I pull his lower half into my own.
“No. I won’t,” he says through gritted teeth.
“You will,” I say with a smirk. “Marc,” I breathe, bringing our mouths closer together. “Kiss me.”
Our lips are a hair’s breadth away. I can tell he’s struggling with himself, but I choose to make it easier for him. I can’t do this anymore. I need him. I want him, and at this point I’ll do whatever’s necessary to make sure it happens.
“Please,” I pant out, my lips brushing against his as I speak the one word he’s been waiting to hear.
Without warning his mouth crushes against mine. His tongue parts my lips and delves deep into my mouth. Nothing about this kiss is soft and sweet, and I’m glad it’s not. I’m finding that I prefer him angry, forceful, and rough. He pins me to the wall with his hips, both of our dicks growing in length and thickness as they’re pushed together. My fingers run through his soft hair and pull. A hiss escapes his mouth and then his hand is on the side of my face, his fingers on the back of my head, and his thumb lying across my jawline. He pulls me closer to his mouth, and then sucks my bottom lip into his mouth and bites down.
A growl is ripped from my throat as I push back and have him up against the other side of the alcove. I
barricade him between my arms, but his hand comes up and pulls my hair hard enough to expose my neck to him. His tongue licks my heated flesh from my Adam’s apple to my ear. He gives me another small bite below my lobe, and it sends chills down my body.
Our mouths connect again, and I suck his tongue into my mouth, eliciting a groan from his throat. He pulls back, but just as quickly sticks his tongue back into my mouth, massaging my tongue with his. Marc places both hands on the sides of my face, making sure there’s no way I can get away from him. My hands go to his back, feeling every muscled ridge, and I pull him closer to my body.
We’re a mass of grunts, groans, and hisses. Our hands are never off of each other. We bite, suck, and lick each other’s necks, lips, and tongues. Anywhere Marc touches me sets me on fire. My cock throbs in my pants, ready to be freed.
This kiss tops any kiss I’ve ever had. I know without a doubt that messing with this man is going to ruin me. I’ve never anticipated being ruined until now.
He forces himself away from me and stares deep in my eyes.
“Tomorrow.”
There’s never been so much promise, possibilities, and hunger put into one word.
He turns on his heel and leaves.

About the Author

Isabel Lucero is the author of the romantic suspense novel The Secrets That We Keep and the bestselling erotic romance books Living in Sin, Unforgivable Sin, and Sins & Mistrust; books one, two, and three in The Escort Series.

She was born in a small town in New Mexico and was lucky enough to escape and travel the world thanks to her husband’s career in the Air Force. She’s been married for eleven years to the love of her life and Jr. High School sweetheart. Together they have two of the best and most beautiful kids in the world.

Isabel’s love for reading is anything but new, she’s been reading since before she was a teenager.
She’s a multi-genre author, tackling genres such as romantic suspense, erotic romance, crime drama, and contemporary romance.

She currently lives overseas and is constantly coming up with new book ideas, so keep an eye open for new stories coming your way. Isabel loves connecting with her readers and fans of books in general. You can find her on her personal website, Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram.

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I was born a fighter. Abandoned by my parents, I spent my life forging my own path—one guided by my fists and paved with pain.

Untouchable in the ring, I destroyed everyone who faced me, but that’s where my victories ended. Outside the ropes, I repeatedly failed the few people who loved me. Including my best friend, Liv James—the one person I’d die to protect.

Even though I didn’t deserve her, Liv never stopped believing in me. Never gave up. Never let go. After all, she understood what I’d lost, because she’d lost it too.

Liv was everything to me, but she was never truly mine.

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Fighting Solitude

Prologue

“Mia!” I shouted.

It was worthless. She’d been deaf since the day I met her.

She’d never once heard my voice.

She’d never heard the deep rumble of my laugh when she was excited, signing so fast I could barely keep up.

She’d never heard my content sigh when she barged into the locker room after a fight—just her presence soothed the lingering madness brewing within me.

She’d never heard me whispering my deepest fears into her ear as she fell asleep on top of me.

She’d never heard the reverence in which I cried her name each and every time I took her body.

And she’d never once heard the ease in which the words I love you tumbled from my lips as I stared into her deep, jade green eyes.

But as I screamed her name while watching her petite body seizing in the passenger seat beside me, I’d never needed her to hear me more.

“Mia. Oh God. I’ve got you, baby.”

She was still thrashing violently as I made my way around to her door, yanking it open while pleading with whatever god was willing to help.

When she stilled, a whole new level of silence filled the air around us. It wasn’t the absence of sound.

 It was the absence of life.

“Mia, breathe!” I roared as her chest remained agonizingly still. “Help me!” I screamed at the closed emergency room doors, but no medical savior rushed out with the miracle I so desperately needed.

My hands shook wildly as I released her lifeless body from the seatbelt.

“I’ve got you, just hang on. Please just hang on, Mia,” I whispered lifting her into my arms and sprinting through the sliding doors. “I need a doctor! She’s not breathing!”

Nurses rushed towards me in slow motion as the seconds without air in her lungs passed at a terrifying speed.

Breathe.

 A doctor appeared with a gurney and quickly took her from my arms.

The immediate loss was staggering.

Hope became my only solace.

She needed help that I wasn’t capable of giving her, but that didn’t stop me from following close behind as they rolled her away. I was on the verge of self-destructing; letting her out of my sight wasn’t an option.

I stood motionless in the doorway while doctors and nurses swarmed around her. Their mouths moved frantically, but without my hearing aids I was worthless to make out the words their faint voices carried.

I never wore my hearing aids when I was with Mia. There was no point. She rarely spoke with her voice.

We’d spent four years building a relationship with our hands.

Those hands had told me animated stories that made me laugh until my face hurt from smiling.

They’d fought with me relentlessly, but always ended the night raking down my back in silent ecstasy.

Her fingers had fluidly signed I love you more times than I could ever count—or forget.

But as I felt the nurse attempting to physically remove me from the room, my eyes became fixated on her limp hand dangling off the side of the bed. It was the only sight more frightening than watching her flail mid-seizure.

It ripped the heart straight from my chest.

That hand was supposed to be full of life.

It was the very essence of Mia.

Pale.

White.

Still.

Oh God.

Sucking in a deep breath, I held it until the room began to spin.

It provided me no relief even as it forced me to my knees.

There would be no distraction from this.

I was going to lose her.

Yet another woman I couldn’t save.

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Born and raised in Savannah, Georgia, Aly Martinez is a stay-at-home mom to four crazy kids under the age of five, including a set of twins. Currently living in South Carolina, she passes what little free time she has reading anything and everything she can get her hands on, preferably with a glass of wine at her side.

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Title: ISADORA (Masters Among Monsters, #2)

Author: Ella Frank

Genre: Erotic Paranormal Series

Publication Date: January 12, 2016

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Blurb

A TRAGIC BEGINNING…

Isadora Nikitas understands what it means to be betrayed. That lesson was taught to her in the prime of her life, and when she is offered a chance to exact revenge, she finds it difficult to refuse.

Instead, she entrusts her survival to a mysterious vampire known only as Diomêdês, a male who wants nothing in return but to watch over her—in every way imaginable.

Gifted with speed, strength, and immortality, she determines that her life will no longer be governed by the needs and wants of a mere man. She has cowered for the last time, and with her Ancient by her side, she thrives and blossoms into the most formidable female vampire in existence.

But, once upon a time, like all little girls, Isadora believed in love. She believed it because she once had it. So, when it comes along a second time, she knows that it’s possible—but when you love someone, they become your weakness. Unless, in fact, they become your enemy instead…

A MYSTERIOUS PAST…

Fulfilling your life’s prophecy should be empowering. At least, that’s what Elias Fontana always believed. But, as he stands guard over the beautiful vampire he’s taken hostage, his convictions start to crumble. Made to believe by his creators that he and two others have been designed to destroy a dangerous race, he has difficulty connecting his current reality to the woman he once loved.

A TANGLED TALE TO UNRAVEL…

When friends become enemies and enemies become lovers, who can you trust in the webs of lies and despair? And, when your life is at stake and blood has been shed, how much are you willing to sacrifice to fulfill your destiny?

ALASDAIR (Masters Among Monsters, #1)

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A DANGEROUS ALLURE

Bestowed with eternal life by the Ancient Vasilios, Alasdair Kyriakous is one of the most feared and ruthless vampires in existence. His name carries weight across all of the seven continents.

But he is a mystery to his kind, an anomaly among the self-indulgent. While he enjoys the pleasures of the flesh, he is exceptionally particular in his choice of partners and prides himself on his ironclad self-control.

Yet with one look his control will become a thing of the past, and Alasdair will discover that eternal life doesn’t always last forever…

A DEADLY ATTRACTION

Thrust into a world he could never have imagined, Leo Chapel awakens in his worst nightmare. Taken hostage by the dangerously mesmerizing vampire, Alasdair, Leo must rely on his intelligence to escape before he reveals a secret he isn’t even aware he’s hiding.

A FORBIDDEN DESIRE

Unaware that they’ve been brought together by an outside force and are little more than pawns to a higher power, Alasdair and Leo spend time trying to uncover the other’s secrets, the attraction between them growing stronger all the while.

But enemies are watching and preparing to act against them. When decisions that will alter lives and destinies have to be made—can a dead, grey heart learn to beat again?

About the Author

Ella Frank is the author of the #1 Bestselling Temptation series, including Try, Take, and Trust and is the co-author of the fan-favorite erotic serial, A Desperate Man. Her Exquisite series has been praised as “scorching hot!” and “enticingly sexy!”

A life-long fan of the romance genre, Ella writes contemporary, M/M romance and erotic fiction and lives with her husband in Portland, OR. You can reach her on the web at www.ellafrank.com and on Facebook at www.facebook.com/ella.frank.author

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As the president of the Sin City Outlaw Motorcycle Club, l I fuck as hard as I ride and rarely go to bed alone.

The women are fast and the violence is intense.

I excel in both.

People either respect me or fear me. I’m not arrogant. It’s just the truth.

I was a king, reigning over Vegas without complication, until one gorgeous sheriff made everything fall apart.

When I saw her, I became a Neanderthal, wanting nothing more than to be between those legs.

I guess that’s where I went wrong, because my reality was shot to hell real

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One kiss caused her to step over that blue line.

One night in her bed made me a traitor.

And now… we’re both screwed.

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About the Author

M.N. Forgy was raised in Missouri where she still lives with her family. She’s a soccer mom by day and a saucy writer by night. M.N. Forgy started writing at a young age but never took it seriously until years later, as a stay-at-home mom, she opened her laptop and started writing again. As a role model for her children, she felt she couldn’t live with the “what if” anymore and finally took a chance on her character’s story. So, with her glass of wine in hand and a stray Barbie sharing her seat, she continues to create and please her fans.

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