Eden Butler is an editor and writer of Mystery, Suspense and
Contemporary Romance novels and the nine-times great-granddaughter of an
honest-to-God English pirate. This could explain her affinity for rule breaking
and rum.
When she’s not writing or wondering about her possibly Jack
Sparrowesque ancestor, Eden patiently waits for her Hogwarts letter, edits,
reads and spends way too much time watching rugby, Doctor Who and New Orleans
Saints football.
She is currently living under teenage rule alongside her
husband in southeast Louisiana.
With every flake of snow that falls, Scott and Maria
O'Loughlin are treasuring each individual moment with their three boys home
under the same roof once again.
Cooper O'Loughlin has had a hard year. Home from his latest
deployment, the Army Special Forces soldier is looking forward to Christmas
with his wife and family. If only he could shake the feeling something had
changed while he was away.
Storm O'Loughlin left home with a purpose,- only to return
for holidays and not to look back. While catching up with old friends, in
walked the woman who used to be the center of every fantasy he ever had. He has
one week to make her his or walk away for good this time.
Ashton O'Loughlin might have been the youngest brother, but
he was growing up and ready to take on life. With this last Christmas before
graduating high school, he knew this was his final opportunity to make his move
on the girl next door - who happened to be his very best friend.
Three brothers, one holiday, and too much about to happen,
Scott and Maria share their love and their family before everything changes
forever. One last snowy Christmas to hold onto hope or let go of everything as
it was before.
A.F. Crowell lives in Charleston, SC with her husband and two sons. They have two dogs, Diesel, a German Shepherd rescue and Dez, a black Labrador Retriever. She shares her love of books with her children, who have a head start on becoming life-long readers.
Romance fiction hit her radar when her husband forced her to watch Twilight one weekend when they were snowed in. That was it! From there her love grew; Contemporary Romance, Paranormal, YA and Dystopian are her preferred reads.
"I may have had more lovers than you, and I may take my
clothes off for countless women, but you are the only one who can strip me
bare."
Do you ever stop loving someone just because they’re gone?
Five years ago, Ryan Pierce disappeared from Alana Remington’s life without a
trace. He was the one she gave her heart to, her soul to — and her virginity
to. So, imagine her surprise when she finds him dancing at one of NYC’s hottest
male revues as ‘Jack the Stripper.’
Ryan never stopped loving Alana, and now that she has serendipitously dropped
back into his life, he’s vowed never to lose her again. But being together has
its costs, and challenges Alana isn’t sure she can handle. She finally has Ryan
back. But how in the world is she supposed to share the love of her life with
half of the women in New York City?
Strip Me Bare is a second chance, standalone romance. It contains angst, heat,
humor, heartbreak, and one seductive male stripper who will not only have you
handing over your panties, but also your heart.
You’ve been warned.
M. Never
resides in New York City. When she's not researching ways to tie up her
characters in compromising positions, you can usually find her at the gym
kicking the crap out of a punching bag, or eating at some new trendy
restaurant.
She has a
dependence on sushi and a fetish for boots. Fall is her favorite season.
She is
surrounded by family and friends she wouldn't trade for the world and is a
little in love with her readers. The more the merrier. So make sure to say hi!
Shiloh Only the good die young. But I’ve never been good.
I’ve lived a life most people only dream about. Famous men,
expensive booze, and the finest drugs money could buy. But every vice has its
price, and living a life of excess has finally dragged me down, forcing me back
to the one place I swore I’d never return.
We met in high school, but we were far from sweethearts. I
ruined his life and then walked away. Losing everything is bad enough, but
crawling back to people who wish you were dead is a nightmare.
Some say absence makes the heart grow fonder.
Not always. You either forgive and forget, or fracture and
finish.
Cary Seven years ago, Shiloh West was my world. I gave up my
future for her. Then, I spent every waking moment hating her for it. I’ve
followed her train wreck of a career in the tabloids since she drove out of
town with her nose in the air. The woman is toxic.
The fact that a judge has court ordered her back to town
means nothing to me—except maybe the payback I’ve waited a lifetime to collect.
I’m going to build her up and tear her down.
A better man would walk away. I'm not a better man. She
thinks she has the upper hand. Think again, Starshine.
Beauty is only skin deep, but revenge goes straight to the
bone.
I rip off
my drenched clothes on my way into the locker room while cursing her name. With
every slam of my fist into the shower tile, I hear a telltale cracking sound,
letting me know I’ve gone too far. Closing my eyes, I brace both palms against
the fractured material as water pelts me from overhead and try to control
myself. I’m in debt enough. I’d be an idiot to willingly destroy property I
can’t afford to repair. Admitting that to myself pisses me off even more,
causing me to want to rip down every piece and smash it against the concrete
floor with my bare hands.
Within
thirty seconds of standing there, my senses go into overload. As usual, I smell
her before I see her. Fucking rain and sunshine. One whiff and my cock stands
at attention, curling into my stomach as if nudging me toward her.
"If
you're gonna be in here, Starshine, you're gonna be naked." I don't have
to turn around to know she's scowling. I feel the fury vibrating off her, and
it makes me smile. Choosing to ignore her, I continue to lather myself, making
an unnecessary production of soaping my chest and biceps.
"I—I
should go," she finally stammers. When she makes no move to leave, I know
I’ve got her.
"What's
your hurry, sweetheart? You've got another half hour on the clock. Leaving
before your assigned time is over and without my signature puts you in breach
of contract." I glance down, making sure to drag her eyes along with mine.
"And it appears I have no place to hide a pen on me, does it?"
The old
Carrick was self-conscious about his body, hiding it behind layers of
sweltering clothes. However, the new Cary is well aware that hours in the ring
has transformed it. Men grab their women and women grab something to steady
themselves when I’m around. I'm far from shy now and making Shiloh sweat a
little is an added perk of my game.
Besides, I
want her to look. I already know her almond-shaped eyes are glued to my ass,
but I need more. There's a raging fire in my veins that needs her so enthralled
with me that she forgets to breathe.
"Cary..."
She tries one last time, but I'm done pretending. My name is name barely out of
her mouth when I turn to face her, fighting the smirk that's dying to betray
me.
As I
expect, her eyes drop then widen as she scans what I have to offer. I fight the
urge to give it a few strokes just to fuck with her.
"You're
naked," she says, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Yeah,
see that seems to be the problem here, Shy."
"Problem?"
"I
told you, we have house rules around here. The first one is that if you're in
the locker room while someone else is naked and showering, you'd better be
naked and showering too." I don't realize I'm moving until she takes a
step backward, her palms shooting out in front of her in battle ready stance.
"I'm
not taking my clothes off, Cary."
"Fair
enough." I stalk her like prey, guiding her into a useless half circle
until she realizes too late she’s backed against the chipped blue shower tile.
"I'll do it for you."
Author Bio
Cora Kenborn writes twisted romance novels about bad boys
and damsels NOT in distress while shocking readers with unpredictable plot
twists. A true Southern girl from Eastern North Carolina, Cora grew
up on sweet tea and front porches, and knows the real meaning of “bless your
heart.” She’s the mother of three hyperactive and occasionally adorable
children and the wife to a husband who she’s conned into believing Hot Pockets
are a perfectly acceptable family dinner. Cora can usually be found taking notes during true crime
shows, effectively freaking out everyone in the room. She proudly admits to
being a domestic rebel and plans to pen future self-help books including:
“Microwave Dinners For Dummies,” “Allergic To Laundry and Other Common Household
Dangers,” and “When Hot Glue Guns Attack: A Mother’s Nightmare.”
Move over, Colin Firth - there’s a new Darcy in town!
Jax Hawthorne is Hollywood’s sexiest bad boy. I’m a
glorified secretary who thinks color-coding my library is a wild Friday night.
So when he shows up after all this time wanting to make good on our childhood
deal to tie the knot, it’s not because he can’t resist my perfect credit score.
He needs a fake girlfriend to rehab his reckless image, and
I’m the (safe, sensible) girl for the job. I would be insulted… if the proposal
didn’t come with an all-expenses-paid trip to England while he shoots a new
movie version of ’Pride & Prejudice.’
Goodbye, my dumpster fire of a dating life. Hello, steamy
nights with a chiseled hunk who knows all the right moves.
Soon, I’m knee-deep in the English mud - and on-set drama.
But all our fake-smoldering is getting my very real panties in a twist. It turns
out, Jax is so much more than just a reckless playboy. He makes me want to
forget our ‘arrangement’.. and break all the rules.
Can our pretend romance turn to something real? Or will
scheming actresses, control-freak PR crews, and a pesky little thing called
love ruin the best (fake) relationship of my life?
Find out in the hot, hilarious new romance from Katie McCoy!
Katie McCoy is a self proclaimed sushi addict, Cardinals baseball fanatic, and lover of all things theatrical. A St. Louis native transplanted to Brooklyn, she acts, sings, and shakes her booty when she isn't writing books about hot men and the girls who love them.
Can the sins of the past be forgiven with the actions of
today?
Trish Hogan's life was destroyed when she gave her trust to her high school
boyfriend, Jackson, and he abused it, changing the course of her life forever.
A decade later she’s living in Manhattan -- she has a roommate, a steady
boyfriend and a career. When a hurricane puts the city on lock down, Trish gets
a message she never thought she’d receive: Jackson is dying and alone. In a
city of millions, she is the only person who can sit by his side.
Jackson Davis was once the golden child of a senator who went against his
father’s plans and became a musician. Tatted up and broken, he wakes up in a
hospital only to see Trish -- the one person he needs to atone his sins to --
standing before him. He will recover from his injuries, but not from the pain
he caused in the past.
Trapped by the storm, they embark on a night of reckoning that has one running
away to Hawaii and the other following in her steps. As the victim becomes the
villain, the two are forced to face the past, live in the present and find a
way to navigate into the future.
Shaking my head, I state, “You can’t force me to spend time
with you.”
“Yes, I can,” he retorts with a wink. He flicks a gaze around
the room—the fourteen-hundred-square-foot Pele suite with two king-size master
bedrooms, a living room, lanai looking out to the Pacific Ocean, and—
Realization strikes.
“Oh, no.” I put both hands up in the air and start to back
away. “No, no, no, no, no.”
He smiles.
“You’re sick,” I state.
He strides toward me, each step more purposeful than the
last. “Eight days and seven nights of personal concierge service.”
I continue to back up. “You’re insane.”
“Sit back and relax at our five-star luxury resort while
your every need is met,” he recites the words from the hotel’s website.
My heels continue to retreat backward. “I don’t know what
you think this service includes, but it’s not—” My back hits the wall.
“Not what?” His palms are pressed flat against the wall by
my head, his body pinning me in.
I gasp at the proximity.
The buttons of his shirt are level with my eyes. The fire of
the dragon peeks over the top of his collar. His strong legs encase me. The
well-defined upper half of a man who clearly treats his body like a piece of
art paired with the intoxicating smell of warm honey radiating off his skin
trap me. I’m consumed by the power of this man, yet not one single part of his
body is touching me. Not one tiny inch.
I look up and am a breath away from lips whose kisses are
still ones I dream about. I dare myself not to, but I find myself glancing
further up, and my heart stops at the look he’s giving me—the heated one of a
man who is fixated on the one thing he wants. The determined yet yearning gaze
of someone who has been deprived for years. The look of someone who is staring
at what he needs.
My body ignites.
From the tips of my fingers to the swell of my chest and
right down to the simmering of my core, I’m reacting to having this hard,
powerful body so close. It’s so intense, so direly missed—and so very, very
dangerous.
I tilt my head to the side, causing Jax to lean in and
whisper into my ear, his breath hot against my skin, “There once was a time
when you looked at me like I was your savior. Now, your eyes scream in disgust.
Where you once melted, now, you flinch. I did that to you, and it kills me.”
He pushes off the wall and stalks back to the middle of the
room with his chest heaving. I was so concerned about my physical reaction, I
didn’t even notice he had one of his own.
“I’m not the monster you think I am.”
Author Bio
Jeannine Colette is a television producer, writer, mother, and philanthropist.
A graduate of Wagner College and the New York Film Academy, Jeannine went on to become a Segment Producer for television shows on CBS and NBC. She currently freelances in the television industry while attending to her children and pursuing her writing career. She lives in New York with her husband, the two tiny people she adores more than life itself, and a rescue pup named Wrigley.
Jeannine and her family are active supporters of The March of Dimes and the Hearing Health Foundation.
