Title: Never Submit (Bad Wolves Book 2)
Author: Harper A. Brooks & Brea Viragh
Genre: Paranormal Romance, RH
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They think I’m weak, but I’m a wolf among sheep.

 

The Moon Goddess’ temple is destroyed, the Moonstone gone. I’ve been kidnapped by the deadliest wolf pack in the country, but something is changing inside me.

 

The curse has been lifted - a part of me has finally woken up, a part that’s been dormant for a very long time.

 

A beast that’s both wild and a warrior.

 

My four wolves have joined together to rescue me, to save their packs from Andras’ wrath, but our enemies are everywhere.

 

Now, I’m fighting for something far greater than just my life: my heart and my soul, along with Dax, Noble, Torin, and Mathis.

 

Little Red has claws, and it’s about time I use them.

 

Bestselling authors Harper A. Brooks and Brea Viragh have created a world of magic, heat, and bloodthirsty wolves. In this paranormal romance series, the heroine will end up with more than one love interest.

 

Never Submit is book two in the Bad Wolves Series.

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Harper A. Brooks lives in a small town on the New Jersey shore. Even though classic authors have always filled her bookshelves, she finds her writing muse drawn to the dark, magical, and romantic. But when she isn't creating entire worlds with sexy shifters or legendary love stories, you can find her either with a good cup of coffee in hand or at home snuggling with her furry, four-legged son, Sammy.

She writes urban fantasy and paranormal romance.

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USA TODAY Bestselling Author

International Bestselling Author

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BREA VIRAGH is a contemporary and paranormal romance writer based in the Blue Ridge Mountains. She is a proud Gryffindor, a graduate of Brakebills, and a member of Fairy Tail. Can you tell she loves anything magical? Her addictions include good books with delicious heroes, traveling pretty much anywhere, and food. If she could eat anything she wanted without repercussions, it would be amazing!

She is the author of the Promise Me series, a small-town contemporary romance, and the Cavaldi Birthright, a witchy paranormal romance. All her stories have a tantalizing mix of sweet and heat and are a guaranteed happily ever after!

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Title: Rescued by the Single Dad

Series: The Single Dads of San Camanez: The Brew Brothers Book 1

Author: Whitley Cox

Release Date: April 6, 2023

Title: Rescued by the Single Dad

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Tropes: forced proximity, small town, fish out of water, single dad, military, little mermaid rendition, whodunnit, suspense, brotherhood

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What happens when the brewery prince falls for the mermaid and ends up endangering his entire kingdom?

Welcome to San Camanez, a humble, peaceful little island in the Puget Sound and home to the McEvoy brothers. Four sexy single fathers—and one childless snack with a beard—who run a brewpub on the beach, raise their kids together, and hope to find love and happiness in the chaos that is life. This is Clint’s story ...

Single Dad and brewmaster Clint McEvoy went down to the beach to drink and wallow. He never expected to find a Hollywood starlet naked and unconscious on the rocks. Nor did he expect to learn that someone wants her dead. He’ll do whatever he can to keep Brooke safe, even if that means risking his heart and his family’s peaceful life to do it.

Brooke Barker didn’t see it coming. One minute, she’s on a yacht, celebrating the release of her latest film, the next, she’s fighting for her life in the frigid Puget Sound. Waking up on Clint’s couch was a blessing she’s not sure she deserves. Now, she needs to figure out who pushed her while allowing the world to think she’s dead. One thing that’s alive and well, though? Her attraction to Clint, and her growing affection for his young daughter.

Can Brooke keep her heart out of the equation, and also keep the McEvoy family safe? Or will hiding on the island and in Clint’s bed bring danger to their doorstep?

He cupped it gently, and she pushed forward, encouraging him to get a little more forceful. 

Taking the nipple between his thumb and finger, he gave the nub a small tug, and she moaned again. 

Flicking her gaze up to his, her nod barely discernible. But he saw it. 

Oh, fuck, did he see it. 

He dipped his head and brought the same nipple into his mouth, sucking and flicking it with his tongue as Brooke arched her back, letting her hair tumble down behind her. 

She pressed her breast into his face and another one of those sexy moans rumbled up from the depths of her throat as she rocked against him. 

She drove her fingers into his hair and held him in place. Held his face to her chest. His mouth to her nipple. All he could do was move to the other breast, sucking on that delicious raspberry and reveling in her moans and sharp inhales. 

“Clint,” she whispered, yanking on his hair, to pull his mouth free and his head up. “Please ...” She bit her bottom lip and glanced down between them to where they were dry humping, almost without even thinking about it. His hips rocked of their own volition, and it seemed hers did, too. 

He nodded, and she carefully climbed off him, removing the shorts she wore so that she was very quickly naked. It wasn’t like she wore much to begin with. Just shorts and a tank top. No bra, no underwear. 

He had a bit more work ahead of him and had to stand up and drop his jeans and boxers. He didn’t remove them completely, but once his cock was free—and much happier because of it—he sat back down. She went to climb on, but he stopped her. “I ... I don’t think I have any condoms.”

“I have an IUD, and as soon as I found Flynn cheating, I got tested and haven’t been with anyone since.”

“I’m clean,” he said, his voice gravelly as his hands found her hips and he guided her back into his lap. “I haven’t been with anyone in ... well, we had this discussion last night.”

Understanding dawned in her eyes. “Wow.”

“Yeah,” he breathed. “Might be a little rusty.”

Her smile took the last remaining molecules of oxygen from his lungs as she lifted onto her knees, reached between them and grabbed his cock, angling it to her center. 

When that first bit of wet heat hit his cockhead, he nearly came on the spot. 

Holy fuck. 

“Hopefully, it’ll be like riding a bike,” she said, all sexy grins as she sank down, taking all of him inside her. 

Her hands found his shoulders, and she started to lift and drop. 

It was heaven. Pure. Fucking. Heaven. 

She pressed her tits up toward his face, and he dropped his head to capture a nipple again, flicking it with his tongue. But she yanked on his hair hard enough to make him grunt and claimed his mouth again. 

This woman took control. 

He liked that. 

He liked that she initiated things. He wasn’t taking advantage of a confused and vulnerable woman. She was leading this. She was setting the pace. 

And Brooke’s pace seemed to be warp-speed, because as soon as their lips collided, she started to ride him less like a bicycle and more like a mechanical bull. 

And the woman knew how to ride a mechanical bull.

A Canadian West Coast baby born and raised, Whitley is married to her high school sweetheart, and together they have two beautiful daughters and a fluffy dog. She spends her days making food that gets thrown on the floor, vacuuming Cheerios out from under the couch and making sure that the dog food doesn't end up in the air conditioner. But when nap time comes, and it's not quite wine o'clock, Whitley sits down, avoids the pile of laundry on the couch, and writes.

A lover of all things decadent; wine, cheese, chocolate and spicy erotic romance, Whitley brings the humorous side of sex, the ridiculous side of relationships and the suspense of everyday life into her stories. With single dads, firefighters, Navy SEALs, mommy wars, body issues, threesomes, bondage and role-playing, Whitley’s books have all the funny and fabulously filthy words you could hope for.

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More Than Enough

 

When recently divorced Lexi Campbell walks into Ezra Benedict’s life, all bets are off. Lexi might be out of his league, but when she hires Ezra for a job, he can’t fight the pull between them. Fall for this hard-working hottie in More Than Enough by Moni Boyce, a Fling into Romance, the final book in the Blue Collar Romance Series.

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From Moni Boyce comes a fling to forever romance packed with redemption, heat and happily ever after. Her whole life, Lexie Campbell has played by the rules and lived up to everyone else’s expectations, never once stepping out of her comfort zone or putting her needs or wants first. Divorced and ready for a little excitement in her life, she makes a playful bet to kiss the next guy who walks into the bar where she’s out on the town with her girlfriends. She wasn’t expecting that guy to be bad boy Erza Benedict himself. Ezra has a reputation. Growing up on the wrong side of the tracks, he’s never been able to outrun his troublesome past no matter how hard he works to redeem himself. As far as relationships go? Lexie is so far out of his league, but that doesn’t stop him from wanting more than one kiss or a one-night stand. When Lexie comes back into his life by grand design and hires him to landscape the homes she has listed on the market, Ezra knows this is his shot. Unlike their one night together before, Ezra won’t settle for hiding their relationship for long. Together they’ll have to learn to forget everyone else's expectations and live (and love) for themselves. Welcome to Oak Bend, where these blue-collar hotties work hard and love even harder, especially when it comes to landing their happily ever after.

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Excerpt

Copyright 2021 Moni Boyce

I called Ox. “Change of plans. Bender’s isn’t going to work…” I floundered on an alternative. Ox was really hoping to celebrate. It took a second, but I remembered The Rox. A little upscale for my taste, but it would have to do for tonight. “Meet me at The Rox.” I was already heading towards my truck. “And don’t laugh. I already know what you’re thinking. You’re the one who wants to celebrate, so beggars can’t be choosy.” I ended the call. It was a short drive to reach the nightclub. The parking lot was packed, but I managed to find a space. As I walked towards the entrance, I hoped the place didn’t have a dress code. I’d cleaned up from earlier, but I was still rockin’ just jeans and a t-shirt. When I stepped through the door, I was about to look around for a spot to hole up and wait for Ox, when some woman grabbed my face and crushed her lips against mine. I was about to pull away, but shit, if those weren’t the softest, sweetest lips I’d ever tasted. I shut my eyes and went with it. Whoever she was, she was hard and soft in all the right places, and the woman could kiss. She may have started things, but it wasn’t too long before I mastered her. My tongue swept in to explore the sweetness of her mouth. She tasted of lime and salt. Catcalls and whistles broke us apart. She pulled away before I did. When I laid eyes on who my kisser was, I was stunned. Lexie fucking Campbell? What had gotten into her? Miss Goodie Two Shoes herself. In high school, we hadn’t run in the same circles. She’d been unattainable: respected and well-to-do parents, head cheerleader, student body president, girlfriend to Daniel the Dickwad, captain of the football team. Every guy wanted to fuck her, including me. For a moment she seemed to sober when she looked at me. Realization shown in her eyes. Just as quickly, she doused the flicker of sobriety, and licked her lips in a sexy, suggestive manner. I was sure she knew who I was, but she didn’t acknowledge it. Lexie looked over her shoulder at the bar, still a bit unsure, despite the kiss she’d laid on me. Over her shoulder, I glanced in that direction. Two women stared at us, and I remembered the girls they used to be. Lexie’s girlfriends. In high school you rarely saw one without the others. The one with the short hair glared at me. “Your friends?” Needing something to say, I asked the question, even though I already knew the answer. Lexie whipped back around to face me. It was clear the alcohol was her liquid courage. Nice girls like her didn’t pull stunts like that. Suspicion clawed its way into my brain. I narrowed my eyes at her, wondering if this was part of some prank, joke or dare. Well, if it was, I was calling her bluff. I wasn’t gonna let her back down. Stepping closer, I put my arm around her waist and pulled her into my body. Her swift intake of breath was followed by her tilting her head back to look up at me. My gaze roamed over her face, taking in those beautiful, luscious brown eyes, her warm brown skin, and the beauty mark that sat at the curve of her top lip. The mess of curls that framed her face made me ache to feel the texture, but I knew better than to put my hands in her hair. For a second, I lingered over her plump lips, remembering how they’d felt pressed against mine. I wanted more of her. My gaze snapped back up to meet hers, daring her to chicken out. This was a dangerous game she’d started, and I intended to finish it. Her body trembled slightly. I half expected her to flee back to her friends. Lexie swallowed and licked her bottom lip. “Let’s grab a drink.”

About Moni Boyce

Moni Boyce is a USA Today Bestselling author of contemporary and paranormal romance, a filmmaker and a poet. After working in the film industry for fifteen years, helping others bring their visions to life, she now creates characters and worlds of her own. She considers herself a bookworm, film buff, foodie, music lover and an avid world traveler having visited 34 countries and counting. She currently lives in Virginia but considers Los Angeles her hometown.

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About The Blue Collar Romance Series

Escape to Oak Bend where blue-collar hotties work hard and love even harder. From broody carpenters to sexy electricians, these eight standalones are packed with small town feels, heat, and heartwarming happily ever afters. Enjoy your favorite tropes written by an amazing group of authors: Jaymee Jacobs, Alexa Rivers, Evelyn Sola, Kate Carley, Tracy Broemmer, Mila Nicks, Claire Wilder, and Moni Boyce. Fall head over heels for swoon-worthy book boyfriends who aren’t afraid of a little hard work for that happily ever after.

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