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COVER REVEAL!!! ~ Beneath the Surface by Amy McKinley

Title: Beneath the Surface
Series: A Gray Ghost Novel
Author: Amy McKinley
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: January 8, 2019
Cover Design: TE Black Design, LLC


Russian sleeper agent, Hannah Miller has spent nine long years installed within America’s intelligence agencies. When the private plane carrying a secret weapon she and her boss are on is hijacked—her wait to be activated is finally over.
Jack Davis, ex-boyfriend and former Navy SEAL, is sent in. His primary mission is to recover the secret weapon, but he refuses to leave Hannah behind—not when he still has feelings for her. When mounting evidence points to Hannah as a traitor, Jack must decide where to place his trust. Aiding her could risk his career, but betraying her risks his heart.
When Hannah is framed for murder, Jack convinces her to work with him in a scheme that will reveal the true culprit, unmasking a corruption that has reached some of the highest levels of US government. 

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SALE & EXCERPT PACKAGE!!! ~ Love Undercover by LK Shaw

Title: Love Undercover
Series: Covert Liaisons 
Author: L.K. Shaw
Genre: Romance Suspense
Release Date: August 14, 2018
I can’t help my attraction to Tomás, a ruthless, gorgeous member of the Juarez Cartel. The only problem? I’m the undercover cop here to bring them all down.
I’ve immersed myself in a world of money and drugs, and there’s no one I can trust. Especially not Tomás. Yet time and time again we cross paths, fighting the inevitable. Until one explosive night when we can no longer fight the dangerous attraction between us. I run through every possible scenario, trying to find a way to make a relationship between us work.
What I don’t realize is that Tomás is hiding behind a mask of his own, and the connection we share could be deadly.

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NEW RELEASE!!! ~ Final Protocol by Eden Butler

Title: Final Protocol
Series: Part Three of the Protocol Series
Author: Eden Butler
Genre: Romance
Release Date: October 9, 2018
The worst betrayals are ones you don’t see coming.
The greatest lies are the ones we pretend aren’t real. 
But my life is at the mercy of Cruz Solano, the greatest pretender of them all.
Now I have no one to trust, nowhere to hide and the country I love is in the hands of a sociopath.
If I want to survive, there’s only one person I can trust. The same person who is willing to sacrifice love for duty: me.

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NEW RELEASE & EXCERPT!!! ~ Dangerous Memories by Amanda Siegrist

Title: Dangerous Memories
Series: A Lucky Town Novel
Author: Amanda Siegrist
Genre: Romantic Suspense

Release Date: August 10, 2018


Has a new evil arrived, or an old terror returned?
Agent Danny O’Rourke only wants one thing. His sister, Aubrey, to come home. He couldn’t save her from being taken, but the least he can do is help her through her turmoil. Except one thing is standing in his way—the Caldwell family. He wants to hate Kat Caldwell the most, but no matter how hard he tries, he doesn’t hate her. He wants her. So badly. When he starts connecting the dots in his latest murder case, all pointing to Kat as the next victim, he’ll do everything in his power to keep her safe. He won’t fail her like he failed his sister. The closer he gets to the truth, the more he realizes he might be all wrong in his assumptions. He already lost his heart to her, but he won’t lose her to a killer.

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NEW RELEASE & EXCERPT!! ~ Secrets by S.E. Rose

Title: Secrets
Series: Portentous Destiny Series #2
Author: S.E. Rose
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: June 12, 2018
On a quest to find her biological family, one woman discovers secrets more sinister than anything she could have imagined.


Adopted at three years old and raised in the United States, Lily Stevenson is taking the summer to research her past. She settles into a small Colombian village focused on uncovering her biological roots. What she doesn’t anticipate is losing her carefully guarded heart to sexy media mogul, Lance Cunningham. As the two embark on a journey to unveil the mystery of Lily’s origins, they unravel a dark past that bleeds into the present. What Lily thought was over is just beginning.
Can Lance break through a trust barrier she put up years before, or will the secrets being revealed pull them apart?

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COVER REVEAL ~ Unsteady by Elizabeth York

Title: Unsteady
Author: Elizabeth York
Genre: Romantic Suspense Standalone
Release Date: June 26, 2018
Cover Designer: Letitia Hasser at RBA Designs
Photographer: Sara Eirew
He was the only one for me
When I close my eyes, I still see the way he looked at me all those years ago. 
The way it felt to have someone so amazing in my life, especially after my parents abandoned me. 
The bond that only a childhood friend could understand. 
He was my balance and never let me fall
But I lied to him…
She was my better half 
I remember the fear she hid under her smile when I met her. 
There were so many adventures we concocted, that we were sure we lived a hundred lifetimes in our minds. 
She was the reason I got up in the morning. 
She was my gravity and kept me grounded.
But then she lied… 

He kept my heart when I broke his. 
I was never going to see him again. 
He would always hate me, even if he knew the truth. 
It would be better this way. 
If only he hadn’t kept my heart.
She threw my heart away when I wanted her to have it the most.
I am so full of rage – I never want to see her again.
She ruined every memory that we made with a simple sentence. 
My life would be better without her.
If only she hadn’t kept my heart.
At forty-thousand feet the Earth shifted, and planets aligned. My world came into focus and for once I was no longer unsteady and ready to fall. As the winds of the plane drifted over the icy cold ocean my heart warmed when I saw him. Once I saw his eyes and the way he was looking at me I knew.
He was the balance I always needed.
… And she was mine.

London in the Past
“I’m scared,” my voice echoed across the inky night sky. My arms trembled as I hung from the edge of the concrete ledge outside of my window.
“Swing your legs over, latch onto the trellis, and then walk your hands over till you can grab on,” Logan whispered loud enough for me to hear. We only had a couple of minutes before the nuns made their rounds and caught us sneaking out.
I walked my hands one inch at a time across the hardened ledge as sweat sheened my body. My strained muscles were not going to hold me much longer since their idea of physical exercise was doing nothing more than writing notes to Logan every day.
“Logan,” I flinched when a piece of loose cement dug into my hand.
“Let go,” his voice reverberated in the wind as I looked down to see the drop below me. I looked for comfort in Logan’s eyes, but his dark hair was swept across his face as the storm in the distance gained momentum. Dogs barked across the field letting us know that the nuns were putting away the garden tools and would soon be circling the property before they went to bed.
“Logan,” I cried as my hand started to slip.
“Let go, I’ll catch you,” his hushed tones were hard to hear as we tried not to draw attention to ourselves. I winced at the pain and looked back up to see blood running down my forearm. “Drop London,” he quietly yelled as my eyes sought him out. There was a quiet reflection that resounded in my heart seeing him with his arms up waiting for me. At that moment, I put all my faith in him, trusted him completely, took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and just let go.
Before I could scream I felt Logan’s arms as he caught me and we both tumbled to the ground as I slammed into him and rolled away.  He immediately crawled over and looked down on me ensuring I was fine without a care for himself, his fresh bruising, and the new dirt he now wore on his jean jacket.
“Are you okay?” He asked as he inspected my palm. I nodded, but a teardrop fled my eye allowing him to know I was lying. My body ached and the gash in my hand was on fire.
“Who’s out here?” Sister Katherine yelled loudly. Logan helped me up and we ran through the field till we passed the point of no return and ventured into the neighboring orchard that had been abandoned. No one could find us here. As often as it flooded we knew no one would come for us all the way out past the tree line by the water’s edge.
“Give me your scarf,” Logan demanded. I pulled it out from my belt loops and handed it to him. “Why do you wear your scarf like a belt?” He questioned me with a curious smirk.  I grinned through the aches my body felt trying to find the words. I was finally feeling the full impact of the fall. My smile tried to hide the agony, but Logan could see through me.
“It was something my mom always did,” I explained when I could breathe through the discomfort. He pulled a small piece of concrete out of the tear in my palm. Then he wrapped my hand with my pink scarf as he tried to stop the bleeding. I tried to hide my wince as he tied it tight, but I failed. A soft guilty look slid across his face before he looked down at my hand again.


“I think it’s silly. It’s a scarf, not a belt,” he gave me a half smile as his lips crooked up to show me he wasn’t serious. “Your hand should be good until morning and by then we will have figured out how to explain it.”
Elizabeth has been writing for so long she has forgotten how old she is. Accustomed to southern climate she likes drinking her sweet tea on the porch with her laptop in hand. In 2015, she was named Author of the Year and received an award from over thirty blogs and a multitude of authors for her work in the community as well as for the words she wrote. Married to the military and a mother to three this woman knows how to multitask. She can handle anything you throw at her, but enjoys a quiet night with her family or a open book in her hands. Join her journey and see where she will take you next.

RELEASE DAY! ~ The Reaper by Michelle Brown

Title: The Reaper
Series: Book Two of the La Asesina Bonita Duet
Author: Michelle Brown
Genre: Romantic Suspense/Mafia
Release Date: April 5, 2018
Cover Designer: Raven Designs
Anthony’s hands are drenched in blood as The Reaper, he’s become accustomed to it.
He wanted Rosalina’s empire. 
He would have stopped at nothing to take it . 
But instead, she stole his heart.
What happens when The Reaper is told to “handle” the Pretty Killer?
This is book two of the La Asesina Bonita Duet 

Warning: this book will contain triggers and is intended for a mature audience 18+


This was violent, bloody, romantic and EXCELLENT!!!!Lorrie, Goodreads Reviewer

I loved seeing such a merciless couple in such a delicious way. I absolutely could not put it down.Renee, Goodreads Review

What a deeply darkly decadent blood thirsty duo!Gaynor Jones, Goodreads Review

Michelle Brown has always been an avid reader and music lover. She lives in a small town located in North Carolina. She spends her off time reading for her blog A Woman & Her Books, when she isn’t with her husband and son. She is a debut author, but is a personal assistant to some of the top dark romance authors in the genre. ‘’Pretty Killer, La Asesina Bonita’ is her debut novella.


SALE BLITZ ~ Relinquished by Kimi Flores 99 cents!

Title: Relinquished
Author: Kimi Flores
Genre: Romance Suspense
Release Date: July 23, 2015 

Jules Donovan has been in and out of unsavory foster homes and repulsive motels her entire life. She’s known nothing but loss, abandonment, crime, and pain. Now that she’s aged out of the system, she can’t remember ever having dreams for her future because she’s constantly fighting for daily survival.
When she meets the Riley brothers, there’s something about them that draws her in. She’s never let her guard down, but Dante and Holden make her feel valuable, like she actually matters. And for the first time in her life, she senses something she’s never experienced before—protection.
But can these mysterious brothers keep her safe from the dark forces that lie in wait, ready for their final revenge? And how in the hell does older brother Dante know so much about her anyway?
Things have been set in motion since she was ripped from her mother’s womb and, as each jagged piece of her life unfolds, she will begin to wonder, who’s really in charge of her fate?


Kimi Flores lives in Southern California with her husband (who happened to be her high-school sweetheart), their sons and the families’ adorable and rambunctious dog.


Currently, she writes contemporary romance as well as grittier romantic suspense.
Volunteering and giving back are priorities to her. She and her family work with several local non-profit organizations including Saving Innocence and Young Life. A portion of her sales will always be donated to charity.



Release & Review ~ Night Shift by Carey Decevito

Title: Night Shift
Series: Nightshade #2
Author: Carey Decevito
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance/Suspense
Release Date: January 9, 2018 

A serial killer…
A past that haunts no matter how much the distance…


Which one will strike first?


Eighteen deaths over eight years has left Shane Peters itching to find his mark. The death that started it all ensured his obsession with the murderer who had turned his life into a living hell, leaving him to raise a newborn daughter on his own.

Starting over wasn’t the easiest thing, but Emberlyn Roth had managed by shear grit and the skin of her teeth. It’s too bad one can’t outrun their past.

A protector of the wronged, Shane is torn between his duty as a detective for the Jacksonville PD and a quest to find himself some peace. Red tape binds his capabilities and moonlighting as an investigator for Nightshade Securities has him feeling stretched thin. Late nights on the streets and his sense of duty keeps him from being the father he wants to be. Throw onto his already rickety house of cards, an attraction to the mysterious Emberlyn, the lead he’s got on the murderer he’s been hunting for nearly a decade, and threats his woman is receiving by an unsavory character from her past, and he’s seriously tempted to take Dalton Kipper’s offer to join his team in a permanent basis.

Rules have a place, but when you’re faced with losing the one that means most to you, lines can become blurred. With the fate of his family’s future hanging in the balance, he’s ready to risk it all.

Night Shift was a good read, filled with suspense–a lot of it–and f-bombs galore, which only made me smile. Ember was strong and she didn’t take crap from anyone, least of all her gorgeous cop neighbor, Shane. Now Shane was an interesting character, chasing a serial killer who started with someone close to him, and years later no closer to finding him.
This story was right up my alley with romance and serial killers, I was prepared to love it.  But I only liked it, because I felt the first person POV took something away from a story that could have been great.
But it’s a good read and will keep you on your toes and completely involved until the very end.


It was happening again.

The gifts. The mementos. The notes.

I thought I’d been rid of those when I moved away from Orlando.

That’s when Trevor Sikes ceased to exist for me. Or what I would have liked to have had happen.

It petrified me that the man may have found me. Some of the gifts were like those he used to get for me—his sick way of apologizing after terrorizing me—and others were odd and not what I’d have thought Sikes would ever have thought to send. Those creeped me out the most.

When I moved to Jacksonville, I’d made sure that my restraining order encompassed a no contact clause. I had one for the state of Florida, and another for North Carolina. And I renewed both religiously.

The burning question in my mind, however, was why hadn’t my lawyer contacted me about him being let out? He shouldn’t have been allowed for parole for another six months.

“Unless he’s got someone doing it for him,” I thought aloud, sipping my cup of tepid coffee as I stared at the small white box I’d discovered on my front step, just moments ago. The thing sat haphazardly on the kitchen island’s edge.

Regardless, the whole thing was giving me the willies. What’s more was the fact that my home now felt uncomfortable.

I no longer felt safe.

Shane’s a cop.

Maybe I could mention what’s been going on to him, or maybe I could just get him to give me a few leads on a decent security company to install a system in my place. Either way, knowing that he was there—across the street—appeased my mind somewhat.

Setting my coffee down, I grabbed my latest eerie gift and made for the garage. I hadn’t even stored the large bin up on its original shelf after I’d added yesterday’s delivery in it. Lifting its lid, I dropped the tiny box in it, snapped the top back on, then hefted it back in its intended place. One I hoped to God and all things holy, that I’d never have to fetch again.

“Where were you?” I heard the little girl ask me when I walked into my little cottage.

I’d decided to work on invoices and tagging product I hadn’t yet packaged for the day, and hadn’t touched the production side. It just so happened, I had left a few boxes that were to be delivered tomorrow in my little craft den, when I stumbled upon the little girl.

I jumped, clutching at my chest. “Rosie, you scared me half to death!”

She had the contrite look down pat, pout included. “I’m sorry, but I was so excited that you said we’d make some lip gloss together that I couldn’t wait any longer.”

This had me smiling, despite my heart breaking. I felt for the little girl, having lost her mother, and never really having a relationship with her. She looked up to me. She genuinely enjoyed my company—and I did hers—so I really didn’t mind her regular interruptions. They broke up my day and served as a reminder that there was more to life than just work.

“You’re right.” I bit my lip. “Tell you what…How about we get together tomorrow? I never got around to picking up my supplies today, so I don’t have some of the ingredients to make it just yet.” The disappointment in her eyes cut me to the quick. “But tomorrow, I’ll have so much more that I’ll even show you how to make your very own lotion, how does that sound?”

I swear she beamed from head to toe. “Really? My very own lotion?”

I nodded, unable to keep my smile at bay. “Really. You’ll have to come up with a name for it too, because I’ve never made lotions for little girls before.”

“Can it be cotton candy like the gloss?”

I crouched down to where she was sitting and cupped her cheek. “I think that’s a wonderful idea. Maybe you can help me figure out other things little girls like and we can create an entire line.”

“For real?”

As soon as I nodded, she jumped up on a squeal and into my arms. The scent of her strawberry shampoo filled my nostrils, and I curled into her a bit more. She was such a precious character.

Pulling back, I noticed her school bag right next to where she’d been sitting. “Lana Rose,” Her nose scrunched up, it was comical. I remained serious however, “Why is your book bag with you?”

“Because I came here right after school,” she mumbled to her shoes.

“Does anyone know you’re here?”

She hesitated before shaking her head to indicate the negative. “Nuh-uh.”

“Rosie!” I scolded. “You can’t do that, honey. Your grams and daddy are going to be worried.”

Tears filled her eyes. “Am I in trouble?”

“Tell you what…” I grabbed her bag, throwing it over my shoulder, then grabbed her hand. “I’ll talk to your Grams and smooth things over. I’m sure she’ll understand that you were excited.” Pulling her toward the cottage’s door, taking the time to lock it too, I led us toward her home.

It wasn’t Grams that opened however, it was Shane.

A very pissed off Shane.

“Daddy!” Rosie seemed to completely miss the fact that her father was staring at me with daggers.

“Go inside, princess. I need to have a talk with Emberlyn,” he ground out.

Uh oh!

“But Daddy–”

“Not now.”

“It’s my fault,” she confessed. “I went to Ember’s so we could make lip gloss, but she doesn’t have the stuff, so I’ll go back tomorrow, and–”

“Slow down, baby girl.” He crouched down to her level. “Haven’t we talked about this? You’re supposed to come straight home from school, young lady.”


“We’ll talk later, Rosie. Now go inside and help your Grams.”

“Yes, Daddy.” She pouted. Looking back at me, she smiled shyly. “I’m sorry I got us in trouble, Ember.”

“No harm done, honey.” I smiled for reassurance. “Thanks for visiting.”

When the little girl disappeared, Shane stepped out onto the front porch, his intimidating stance making me take a step back, and closed the door behind him.


He lifted his hand to cut me off. “Thank you for bringing her back, but it doesn’t excuse the fact that she’s been with you for well on two hours.” He was furious, as he should be. I don’t know the first thing about being a parent, but I suspect that worry can sometimes bring out the worst in us. It seemed to be doing that to Shane.

“I-I didn’t know she was there,” I told him.

His eyes rounded in surprise. “What?” he hollered. “How does a grown-assed woman not know when a kid is around? Are you that self-absorbed that all you care about is your business?”

That got my back up in a hurry. So I made my advance. “Now wait a fucking minute, you jerk!” I poked him in the chest. “I work from home, and my business is based in that cottage out back, but it doesn’t mean I spend my days there every day. I was working from the house today; invoicing, if you must know.” I huffed. The gall of the man! “Why the hell am I telling you this anyway?”


“She went straight to the cottage and waited there for me,” I told him. “I figured out that she’d come to see me, instead of going home first, because I noticed her book bag. If I hadn’t needed those boxes, she’d still be sitting there.”


Emphasising my point with another poke, I added, “It’s because of me that she’s here right now, and that you’re not out there worried sick and still searching for her. So fuck you for insinuating that I had concocted some elaborate plan to kidnap or hold your daughter captive. I promise, next time she stops by, I’ll send her right back. You have my word on that.”

Without waiting for his reply, I turned on my heel and stormed off, crossed the street, and headed up my front steps. After unlocking the front door, I entered my home, slammed the fucking thing, and turned the deadbolt.
Fuck him! Fuck men! Fuck them all!

Born and raised in small town Northern Ontario, Canada, Carey Decevito has always had a penchant for reading and writing.


More than a decade later, with weeks of sleepless nights, where exhaustion settled into her everyday existence, she finally gave in and put pen to paper (more like fingers to keyboard!) She submitted to the dreams that plagued her. And the rest, as they say, is history!

A member of the RWA, Carey Decevito enjoys spending time with family and friends, the outdoors, travelling, and playing tourist in Canada’s National Capital region. When life gets crazy, she seeks respite through her writing and reading. If all else fails, she knows there’s never a dull moment with her two daughters, her goofy husband, and cat who she swears is out to get her.