Every April, it’s amazing to see the romance reading, writing and loving community rally around families living with Autism. A few years ago, authors Ginger Scott and Kennedy Ryan launched LIFT 4 Autism, the charitable initiative raising funds for ASD families during Autism Awareness/Acceptance Month.
With 1 in every 59 children diagnosed, Autism is now the fastest growing and most common disability in the US. Many of the therapies and services those living with Autism require are not covered by insurance. It can be an expensive and difficult diagnosis to navigate. We are once again partnering with Kulture City,an amazing organization that does incredible things for ASD families. Discover more about their programs at kulturecity.org.
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Trois is the exciting conclusion to Brooklyn Knight’s The French Connection series; A BWWM, Multicultural & Interracial Romance. It is currently on sale now in eBook and paperback format.
ABOUT THE BOOK
He has three days to save her…
Dylan Hamilton has waited two years for this day to arrive; the day when Laila Renaud will become his wife. But the morning after his nuptials, he awakens, drugged and confused, only to discover that she has been snatched from his bed. And according to the man who has taken her, he has a limited amount of time to get her back. The clock is ticking… When Stefan Miller finds three Italian gangsters sitting in his suite the morning after Dylan’s wedding, it’s confirmation that his worst fears have come true. His brother’s antics have finally caught up with him and everyone else, including his love-interest, Sasha, who has been held ransom. Now with the clock counting down, he and Dylan must come up with a plan to save the women from impending doom.
Theoretically, it’s a simple operation: Get Stefan’s brother! Engage Dylan’s mob-boss of a mother! Save the girls!
But the rescue effort doesn’t go as smoothly as planned, especially when the puzzle pieces of Dylan’s traumatic past begin to connect. And especially when Stefan discovers that Sasha has fallen under the curious spell of her green-eyed kidnapper.
A persistent pounding on the door ripped me out of sleep. I stirred, extra groggy from the fact that Laila had interrupted my slumber to talk about my parents and the announcement of her pregnancy. Her questions about my mother and father had angered me, but I’d hidden it from her, but when she’d told me she was carrying our baby, any negative emotions I’d been harboring fled.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
I reached over to the nightstand and gripped the clock, squinting. “It’s five-thirty,” I said to Laila. I reached over to pull her close, but when I realized the place in which she was laying was empty, my eyes popped open.
“Lai…” I called into the darkness. My eyes shot to the en-suite bathroom, noticing the light bleeding from beneath the closed door.
Maybe she’d gotten up to use it. That was what happened to pregnant women. They peed more and they started throwing up. The sound of water running down the drain confirmed my suspicions.
The banging sounded again and I threw my legs over the edge of the bed, holding my head. That was when I realized the banging wasn’t only coming from the door. An aggressive thud was pounding against my brain, and I wondered what it could be from.
I looked at the empty glass on the night table and my brows drew. I turned to the door. “Who is it?” I shouted.
“Open the door, man!”
I stretched the tightness out of my limbs and made my way over, wondering what in the world would have Stefan so uptight and hammering my door down at such an ungodly hour.
“Lai,” I called again.
Still no answer.
I frowned, peeked through the peephole, and then stood back.
Stefan’s voice emitted from the other side of the barrier, and I couldn’t help but notice the alarmed edge in his tone.
I unlatched the door and ripped it open. Without hesitation, Stefan sprang inside, his eyes as wide as saucers.
“Stef, what the hell –”
“Where’s Laila?” He pushed past me and started searching the room as if he was looking for treasure.
I frowned, trying to understand what he was talking about, all the while, trying to ignore the throbbing in my head. “What do you mean, where’s Laila? She’s in the bathroom.”
Without saying anything, Stefan dashed for the bathroom and ripped at the door.
“What the hell are you doing?” I demanded rushing after him, I pulled him by the arm.
He ripped his arm away from me and glared at me. His eyes seeped with anger.
I grimaced. “What’s going on?” I demanded.
“Laila isn’t here,” he spat out.
My neck jerked forward. “Of course she is, she’s in the bathroom,” I reminded him. “She’s pregnant.”
Stefan rolled his eyes towards the ceiling and covered his face with his hands. “Jesus Christ…” he muttered.
“That’s not quite the response I was expecting,” I admitted trying to quell my frustration.
Stefan spun around and gripped me by the shoulders. “Dylan, Laila isn’t here,” he said again. Forcefully.
My body turned rigid. “What the hell do you mean –”
“Your boy, Anthony Moretti, the guy you told me not to worry about…”
He was talking, but I’d already ripped the bathroom door open, almost taking it off the hinges. I looked into the room, my eyes shifting frantically, searching for my wife who, true to Stefan’s word, was nowhere in sight. The only sign of movement was the water spilling from the gold faucet and disappearing down the drain.
My chest heaved and I stumbled until I had no choice but to lean over the basin. Water from the tap splashed onto me. Everything was spinning like it would in a funhouse, yet there was no doubt in my mind, I was in a house of goddamn horrors.
“Where’s my wife?” I gripped my temple before pulling myself away from the basin and storming through the Presidential Suite. I ransacked the place. I tore through every room, tossing the furniture like it was plastic. I marched out to the pool and scanned the area. With each examination, the fact that she was nowhere to be found pushed me further over the edge of sanity.
I screamed her name into the emptiness.
Stefan paced the floors next to me. His hand was clasped over his mouth. His eyes were narrow with rage. “He took Sasha too,” he muttered.
I spun around to look at him. “Who took Sasha?”
Stefan turned his eyes on me. “Fucking Moretti.”
I looked at the carpet, trying to make sense of what he was saying. “How do you know this?”
“Because I woke up in the middle of the night to Moretti and his boys in my goddamn room, and that’s when he told me. Silas…”
“What the hell does he have to do with this? I swear to God, I’ll kill him!” I listened, my entire body shaking as Stefan revealed the things Moretti had told him. Then he handed me the man’s business card, his despicable name embossed and emboldened.
Moretti was demanding that we came up with two million euros in three days.
An angry breath escaped my nose. “Fine,” I spat. “He wants it in three days, he’ll have it three hours.”
Stefan nodded, realizing that my transferring the funds into Moretti’s account was the only way to put a stop to what was happening.
I raced around the room, looking for my cell phone. After a few minutes, which felt like a few hours, I found it on the floor underneath shards of a vase I’d destroyed.
I instructed SIRI to call my accountant and waited, operating on threads of patience, for him to pick up.
It went to voicemail.
“What happened?” Stefan asked, dry-washing his hands.
I gripped my bottom lip between my teeth and didn’t respond. Instead, I called the number again, this time taking care to punch each digit in manually.
It rang six times before clicking over to voicemail. In a fit of rage, I pitched the phone across the room and took my sweaty hair into my hands.
“Fuck!” My voice almost made the Swarovski chandelier hanging above us to crash to the floor.
Stefan raked his hands through his afro and pulled out his own cell phone.
“Who are you calling?” I asked, shoving my hands on my hips.
“It sure as hell ain’t my investment banker,” he muttered. “The hell if I have two million goddamn euros sitting in an account.” He pressed the phone against his ear. “I’m calling my brother.”
“If you don’t have it, he sure as hell doesn’t,” I spat. My eyes burned and I rubbed them, trying to erase the sensation.
I needed to slow down.
I needed to calm down and think rationally.
Ma belle fille and Sasha had been abducted. I had no idea how it had happened or when. In fact, the more I thought about it, the more I realized I couldn’t remember much of what had transpired over the course of maybe three or four hours.
Stefan turned away from me and I listened for a second as he threw a slew of curse words into the cell phone receiver.
I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to practice my solution-focused mantra, the one I used every day at my firm.
“I need to call Moretti,” I mumbled to myself. My cell phone, now shattered on the ground, would be of no use. I rushed to the landline on Laila’s side of the bed and tried to ignore my heart, crushing inside of my chest. I held the business card Stefan and given me and tried to steady my shaking hands as
I dialed the numbers.
Within seconds, Moretti answered.
I dropped onto the bed and pressed the phone hard against my ear. “Tell me this is a fucking joke!” I shouted into the phone.
“Dylan Hamilton.” The sound of his vocals made me want to spit.
“Where is my goddamn wife?” He’d barely finished his greeting before I was barking the demand. “I swear to God, I’m two seconds away from alerting INTERPOL. They’ll have you apprehended and your ass will be in jail quicker than you can fucking blink!”
“A few things,” Moretti responded casually. “INTERPOL is not a threat to me. Yes, I have been barred from various jurisdictions, but that does not inhibit my movements. Surely, you are aware of this. Secondly, if I were you, I would think long and hard about alerting anybody about anything. Your precious wife and her friend would be dead before the authorities ever caught up with me and my men. And thirdly…” he sighed. “You should practice being less emotional. You are a savvy business tycoon who cuts million-dollar deals by the hour. You, of all people should know that emotion has no place when it comes to business. Let us talk like the adults that we are.”
I gritted my teeth and tried to settle myself as best I could. In some ways he was right. My only concern was getting my wife and Sasha back. If that meant playing Moretti’s sick game, I should at least hear the rules.
Brooklyn Knight is a romance enthusiast who lives in the island of Bermuda and has been writing stories since she was a little girl. Over the years, her gift for designing and bringing characters to life has evolved, and she enjoys creating vivid, memorable characters and unforgettable situations. Her characters are thought-provoking and evocative; and they will draw emotion out of you like water from a well.
Note:Sorry I am late posting this. We had a death in the family and it’s been difficult to focus. I am behind schedule with pretty much everything right now.
Title: Right Where I Want You
Author: Jessica Hawkins
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: December 28, 2018
There’s a thin line between love and hate . . . and it
cuts right through the middle of their office.
Bad boys? They run right over good girls like Georgina Keller.
But after a confidence-shattering breakup, she’s determined not to let anyone at her new workplace push her around—least of all the brooding creative director, a “bad boy of publishing” who’s made it clear
she’s enemy #1.
Sebastian Quinn’s taste for fast cars, late nights, and beautiful women may have gotten him to the top of a leading New York magazine, but the reputation that made him is suddenly threatening to end his career.
Georgina can help Modern Man shed its bad reputation, but in order to do
that, she’ll have to start at the top—and no amount of rakish charm or
inconvenient attraction will distract her. Because if Sebastian
gets her right where he wants her, it means she’s going down.
At the stadium’s concession stand, I took a tall stool, putting Georgina and I at eye level since she stood. “So, why didn’t you kiss François?” I asked. “Bad breath?”
She gasped into her hand. “My breath is fine.”
“I meant his. I’m sure yours is pure relish on a hotdog.”
She made a face. “Gross.”
“I happen to love relish,” I said. “But does François?”
Each time I said François with flourish, she flinched. I didn’t care. Something about him bugged me—I just couldn’t put my finger on it.
“We didn’t kiss because you interrupted us,” she pointed out.
“So? If I were in his position, and we both wanted that kiss, I wouldn’t let anyone stop me.”
“Frank and I are clicking,” she said, scowling. “There was even mention of spending time at his summerhouse.”
She coughed into her fist. “Boca Raton.”
The idea of Georgina spending a summer with him in Boca Raton was tragic enough that I almost smiled. I got the sense she was playing up the date. If it was so great, why wasn’t she sitting here with him? And why was I more relieved than smug about that?
“Meanwhile, Justin and I will be clamming in Montauk.”
“You two should really just make it official and announce your love to the world.”
“But then I wouldn’t get to flirt with pretty girls.”
“For someone who pretends to have as much game as you,” she said, “I still haven’t seen you successfully flirt with any girls since I’ve known you.”
“How do you know I’m not flirting with you right now?”
Jessica Hawkins is a USA Today bestselling author known for her “emotionally gripping” and “off-the-charts hot” romance. Dubbed “queen of angst” by both peers and readers for her smart and provocative work, she’s garnered a cult-like following of fans who love to be torn apart…and put back together.
She writes romance both at home in New York and around the world, a coffee shop traveler who bounces from café to café with just a laptop, headphones, and coffee cup.
She loves to keep in close touch with her readers, mostly via Facebook, Instagram, and her mailing list.
It’s that time of year again: when friends and relatives alike complain that they don’t know what to give the bookworms in their lives. The answer is actually pretty simple: BOOKS. But I know that we bookworms are picky. We know exactly which books we like. If you’re worried about giving us the “wrong” book, there are other things you could give us that we’d appreciate. Here are just a few of them…
1. A book-themed tote bag
We love tote bags. Not only can we use them when we’re buying groceries, we can stuff them with….more BOOKS! Have I already said we love books? And what better way to show off just how much we love books than by having book-themed tote bags? Storiarts has a great selection of hand-sewn tote bags featuring Sherlock Holmes, Pride and Prejudice, Dracula and more. They also sell other literary-themed products such as scarves, pillows and tees that your bookworm is sure to love.
2. A book subscription box
You could always surprise your bookworm with a book subscription box, which is a great option if you know what genre they like to read…but don’t want to take a misstep when it comes to which books to pick out. One that looks petty cool is My Thrill Club. Your horror/mystery/thriller-loving bookworm will get a box of with two new hardcover titles and an ebook. The guesswork is taken care of since the box is curated for you and your bookworm. Plus, it’s the gift that keeps on giving–some boxes are quarterly, other are monthly! How awesome is that? Head over to Cratejoy for even more book subscription box ideas.
3. A book-themed pouch
I’m rather partial to having pouches. They’re perfect to pop in my tote bags and help me keep track of essentials (like my Carmex jar, hand cream, extra ponytail holders, etc). They’re also great for keeping my writing stuff (like Post-It notes, my favourite pens, 3×5 cards) together and always at hand. I love thischildren’s book themed pouch from Sandra Arduini Design. Head over to Etsy and check out her work. She also has a shower curtain, iPhone case and tote bag featuring the same image.
4. A cozy reading chair
If there’s anything bookworms love more than books, it’s cozy places to read books. Treat the booklover in your life to a comfortable armchair where they can lost themselves in their favorite books. Imagine how happy they’ll be as they curl up with their latest book purchase, tea and a soft blanket…sounds perfect, right? And thisSTRANDMON armchair from IKEA is affordable AND comfortable AND retro-stylish. Three big wins! Your bookworm will adore you for this.
5. A gift card for their favorite bookstore
If you’re still uncertain, you can’t go wrong with giving them a gift card for their favorite bookstore. That way they can pick out exactly the books they’ve got on their book wish lists and you won’t have to rip your hair out trying to figure out which books they’re dying to read (especially since we know the list of books is super-long). Whether they prefer Barnes & Noble, Amazon, Kobo, iBooks or a local indie bookstore, a gift card will always be appreciated by bookworms–because we can never have too many books.
Thanksgiving is soon here and you know what that means: a houseful of wonderful but noisy relatives, overindulging on delicious and maybe just a tad bit too rich food, drunk uncles (and maybe aunts too), and the inevitable food coma. It’s also when–if you’re an extroverted introvert like me–you need to retreat for just a little while with a good book.
And since Thanksgiving (at least for me) marks the beginning of the holiday season, it’s also time to feed my Kindle with lots of holiday fiction and romance. I’ve already started scoping out a few.
Imagine being put under quarantine with your family for seven days…how claustrophobic would you become after a few days? That’s the premise of Francesca Hornak’s Seven Days of Us.
And the blurb?
It’s Christmas, and the Birch family is gathering for the first time in years.
Olivia, the eldest daughter, has returned from treating an epidemic abroad and must go into quarantine for seven days. Her mother has decided it’s the perfect opportunity to spend some ‘special time’ together. Her youngest sister wholeheartedly disagrees. Her father isn’t allowed an opinion.
When no one can leave the house, seven days for the Birches feels like an eternity.
Especially when they’re all harbouring secrets. One of whom is about to come knocking at their door…
Sounds like fun, right? I picked this one up in paperback at Pocketshop here in Stockholm. I’m going to start reading it at the weekend, so there will be a review soon. 🙂
Want a box set to fill your Kindle for the holidays? Grab a copy of Winter Nights featuring stories by Penny Reid, Tijan, Elle Kennedy, Shayla Black, J. Kenner, Katy Regnery, Kate Canterbary, Charlotte Byrd, Lena Hart and Skye Warren.
So what’s the scoop?
HEAT UP YOUR NIGHTS!
Ten steamy books from bestselling authors fill this limited-time winter boxed set! If you love alpha heroes and sexy romance, this one’s for you…
Author’s Note: WINTER NIGHTS is a brand new boxed set for the season as a gift to our readers and to introduce you to new series to love!
You know I am a sucker for Regency romance, so I’ve already 1-clicked Someone to Trust.
What’s it about?
During a rare white Christmas at Brambledean Court, the widow Elizabeth, Lady Overfield, defies convention by falling in love with a younger man in the latest novel in the Westcott series.
After her husband’s passing, Elizabeth Overfield decides that she must enter into another suitable marriage. That, however, is the last thing on her mind when she meets Colin Handrich, Lord Hodges, at the Westcott Christmas house party. She simply enjoys his company as they listen to carolers on Christmas Eve, walk home from church together on Christmas morning, and engage in a spirited snowball fight in the afternoon. Both are surprised when their sled topples them into a snowbank and they end up sharing an unexpected kiss. They know there is no question of any relationship between them, for she is nine years older than he.
They return to London the following Season, both committed to finding other, more suitable matches. Still they agree to share one waltz at each ball they attend. This innocuous agreement proves to be one that will topple their worlds, as each dance steadily ensnares them in a romance that forces the two to question what they are willing to sacrifice for love. . . .
That’s it for today, but I have the feeling I will be back soon with more holiday book suggestions. 🙂 What book will you sneak away to read during Thanksgiving?
A standalone romance novel published by Montlake Romance
By: New York Times Bestselling Authors Vi Keeland & Penelope Ward
Release Date: Tuesday, November 6, 2018
It all started with a mysterious blue note sewn into a wedding dress.
I’d gone to sell my own unworn bridal gown at a vintage clothing store. That’s when I found another bride’s “something old.”
Stitched into the lining of a fabulously feathered design was the loveliest message I’d ever read: Thank you for making all of my dreams come true.
The name embossed on the blue stationery: Reed Eastwood, obviously the most romantic man who ever lived. I also discovered he’s the most gorgeous. If only my true-love fantasies had stopped there. Because I’ve since found out something else about Mr. Starry-Eyed.
He’s arrogant, cynical, and demanding. I should know. Thanks to a twist of fate, he’s my new boss. But that’s not going to stop me from discovering the story behind his last love letter. A love letter that did not result in a happily ever after.
But that story is nothing compared to the one unfolding between us. It’s getting hotter, sweeter, and more surprising than anything I could have imagined.
But I have no idea how this one is going to end . . .
Please Note: Because Hate Notes is published by Montlake Romance, a division of Amazon, the ebook and paperback will only be available on Amazon. If you are an Amazon Prime or Kindle Unlimited member, the Hate Notes ebook will be free for both Prime and KU members on release day!
Vi Keeland is a #1 New York Times, #1 Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author. With millions of books sold, her titles have appeared in over a hundred Bestseller lists and are currently translated in two dozen languages. She resides in New York with her husband and their three children where she is living out her own happily ever after with the boy she met at age six.
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Two awkward teenagers – the loner and the nerd, trying to find our place in the world. Paired in wood shop, we knew nothing of each other, except that we wanted to know everything. Then one life altering moment changed it all and we were left with shattered dreams and broken hearts.
Who We Are…
Two grown men – braver and smarter than we used to be, trying to heal the damage from that irrevocable moment. Even though the past was behind us, dead and buried long ago, we found it impossible to move on without ripping open the scars of our deep wounds.
With twelve years of unanswered questions fueling our desperate need for the truth, we must figure out if who we were will destroy who we are.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Melissa Collins has always been a book worm. Studying Literature in college ensured that her nose was always stuck in a book. She followed her passion for reading to the most logical career choice: English teacher. Her hope was to share her passion for reading and the escapism of books to her students. Having spent more than a decade in front of a classroom, she can easily say that it’s been a dream.
Her passion for writing didn’t start until more recently. When she was home on maternity leave in early 2012, she read her first romance novel and her head filled with the passion, angst and laughter of the characters who she read about it. It wasn’t long before characters of her own took shape in her mind. Their lives took over Melissa’s brain and The Love Series was born.
Please Note:Because Hate Notes is published by Montlake Romance, a division of Amazon, the ebook and paperback will only be available on Amazon. If you are an Amazon Prime or Kindle Unlimted member, you should NOT pre-order the eBook. The Hate Notes ebook will be free for both Prime and KU members on release day!
Grabbing my laptop, I searched my history and called up the last website I’d visited. Eastwood Properties is one of the largest independent brokerage firms in the world. We connect the most prestigious and exclusive properties with qualified buyers, assuring the utmost privacy for both parties. Whether you’re in the market for a luxury New York City penthouse with a view of the park, a waterfront Hampton estate, or an enchanting chateau escape in the mountains, or you’re ready for your own private island, Eastwood is where your dreams begin.
There was a link to search properties, so I typed in the name of the place the woman had mentioned in the voice mail: Millennium Tower. Sure enough, the penthouse popped up for sale. For only twelve million dollars, I could own an apartment on Columbus Avenue with sweeping views of Central Park. Let me write you a check.
After drooling through a video and two dozen photos, I clicked on the button to make an appointment to view the property. An application popped up, the top of which read: For the privacy and safety of our sellers, all prospective buyers are required to complete an application to view properties. Only buyers that meet our stringent prequalification criteria will be contacted.
I snorted. Great prequalification criteria you have there, Eastwood. I wasn’t sure I had enough money to take the train uptown to get to that swanky place, much less buy it. God knows what I’d written that had qualified me.
I closed the website and was just about to shut my laptop and go back to bed again when I decided to take one more peek at Mr. Romantic on Facebook.
God, he was gorgeous.
What if . . .
No good ever came out of ideas formulated while drunk.
But . . .
That face . . .
And that note.
So romantic. So beautiful.
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And we have a winner! The winner of the M.W. Brown Giveaway is Felicia Steele! Felicia, congratulations! Please get in touch with me via FB or the contacts form here on Kim Talks Books to receive your prize!
Unfortunately, we don’t have a winner for the Dee Garcia Giveaway. If you’d like an ebook copy of I am Lioness, comment on this post.
It’s been a pleasure hosting M.W. Brown and Dee Garcia for this year’s Foster an Author event. Looking forward to following both authors’ careers.
Welcome to part two of Day 5 of Foster an Author 2018. Today let’s take a look at Hear Me Road, the second book in Dee Garcia‘s Bloodshed Duet series.
And don’t forget: you still have a chance to win an ebook copy of one of Dee Garcia‘s books—the giveaway ends today, Friday 26 October! All you have to do is leave a comment on this post. I’ll be picking a winner at 6PM EST today. Good luck and happy reading!
Hear Me Roar: a Bloodshed novel
With strength comes dependence.
I thought I had it all.
The Title. The Pro status. The man.
I thought I’d finally left the past where it belonged, thought the future would be nothing but a bright ray of light with Knox by my side.
I was wrong.
In seeking answers, I opened the doorway to a terrifying, psychotic ride no one was prepared for. And through that very door, the past -both his and mine- somehow wove its way as one and slithered back into our lives, creating a fresh hell that stirred doubt and resentment within us.
Will our bond, our love, be strong enough to supersede the forces threatening to break us, or will we swiftly crumble to the ground, piece by piece?
Hear Me Roar is available exclusively on Amazon for Kindle and in paperback.