Title: The Devious King

Series: The Hale Mafia Book One

Author: BL Mute

Genre: Dark Suspenseful Romance

Release Date: June 26, 2020

“Be ready to have a new book boyfriend in Teddy. That man is hot! The suspense in this book is a killer!” ~Cassie’s Book Addicts

“IT WAS WONDERFUL! Over the top great mafia story with lots of intrigue and a murder mystery and a secret cartel. I couldn’t get enough.” ~Beyond the Covers Blog

“Devious King is a dark, suspenseful mafia romance that keeps you thoroughly engrossed from start to finish.” ~Kerri’s Reading Corner

"My kingdom isn't one you find in fairy tales. Instead, it's built on corruption, lies, and murder."

Charlie 

Raised by the chief of police, I knew tangling with the mafia leader of Northridge Heights was a bad idea. Yet as I gazed into his dark eyes, I couldn't resist Teddy's offer. We made a deal. He helps me find my fathers murderer, and I'll stand by his side as paid protection. But nothing could protect my heart—from him. I saw a side of him few ever do, and it left me aching for him. Now, there's a new deal. Stand by his side and reign as his queen. Am I ready to join the seedy underbelly of mafia life, knowing one among them murdered my father? 

Teddy 

When I made the chief of police a deal, I never knew he had a daughter. After his death, I felt compelled to watch over her and keep her safe. Somewhere along the way, I fell in love. But helping her fit into my world wouldn't be easy. She had to be trained. Groomed. Educated. To my great relief, my beautiful Charlie exceeded my wildest expectations. Still, I live in fear that if the secrets I've kept come to light, my queen will become my enemy.

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Title: DIRTY ROCKER: A Rock Star Romance

Author: SC Daiko

Genre: Contemporary/NA Romance

Release Date: July 15, 2020

Cover Design: Mayhem Cover Creations Cover Model: Andrew Biernat Photography: Wander Aguilar

Hayley

I’ve been tasked with ‘babysitting’ a DIRTY ROCKER.

Pierce Fox, heart-throb drummer for British rock gods, ChiMera.

He’s hot, undeniable, and a walking disaster.

Pierce has a vulnerability, a soft side that reels me in.

A man full of darkness but shot through with light.

He sweeps me away in a riptide of emotions. 

And he might even help me recover what I never had.

Pierce

As my stylist, Hayley has seen my worst excesses.

Now her job is to stop me from drinking myself to death.

She’s sweet but sassy… so effing beautiful.

Could she be my new addiction? 

I can’t get enough of her.

And, when I find out her deepest secret, I crave her even more.

Trouble is, she’s not the only one with secrets…

Dark waters of my past are rising.

If I’m not careful, the tsunami will drown us both.

A steamy new standalone romance full of tender impulse and aching hunger. Author SC Daiko brings readers another emotion-packed novel filled with sexiness, danger, and love. 

SC Daiko, aka Siobhan, is a British author of fast-paced bestselling contemporary romance, erotic romance, and romantic suspense. When she isn’t writing or looking after guests, Siobhan loves to swim in the sea, travel around Europe, sample different food and enjoy local wine. She has worked in the City of London and taught languages in a Welsh high school before moving to Italy, where she now lives with her husband, a Havanese puppy and three cats. Nothing makes Siobhan happier than connecting with her readers.

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Title: How to Capture a Duke

Series: Matchmaking for Wallflowers #1

Author: Bianca Blythe

Genre: Historical Romance

Release Date: January 25, 2016

Cover Design: Dar Albert

All she had to do was find a fiancé. In four days. In the middle of nowhere.

One reclusive bluestocking..

Fiona Amberly is more intrigued by the Roman ruins near her manor house than she is by balls. When her dying Grandmother worries about Fiona's future, Fiona stammers that she's secretly engaged. Soon she finds herself promising that she will introduce her husband-to-be by Christmas.

One dutiful duke...

Percival Carmichael, new Duke of Alfriston, is in a hurry. He's off to propose to London's most eligible debutante. After nearly dying at Waterloo, he's vowed to spend the rest of his life living up to the ton's expectations.

One fallen tree...

When Fiona tries to warn a passing coach about a tree in the road, the driver mistakes her for a highwaywoman. Evidently he's not used to seeing women attired in clothes only suitable for archaeology waving knives. After the driver flees, Fiona decides she may as well borrow the handsome passenger...

The two men stared at her, and Fiona shivered under their scrutiny. Her heartbeat galloped. They thought she was a highwaywoman. She’d tried to explain, but they hadn’t believed her. And they were pointing a gun at her. One that might go off at any moment.
She needed to seize control.
The driver grinned. “I'm sorry, darling, but you won't be getting any money from us.”
“Not that we have any,” the handsome man added hastily.
A gun roared.
Fiona didn’t flinch—the peasants were still hunting. But the firm expression of the driver wobbled.
“You’re not alone!” The driver’s voice trembled.
Fiona was most certainly alone, but she could not permit the driver to keep on pointing gun at her. That was how accidents occurred.
This was her chance.
And she seized it.
Fiona forced her voice to remain steady. “Lay your gun down.”
The driver hesitated, and then, another gun shot fired.
Fiona narrowed her eyes. “You are surrounded. This is your final warning.”
The driver’s hands shook, and he set the gun down. Relief flooded through Fiona, and she grabbed the weapon, directing it at the driver.
The driver sank to the earth, holding his hands above him. “What do you want? Please, show us mercy! We’ll give you anything!”
“I—” An insane idea sprang into Fiona’s mind, and she took another glimpse at the passenger.
The fabric of his clothes was impeccable, and his hair color was perfect.
Chestnut colored like spun gold. Nothing like the red hair that crowned her figure like a flame. This man's skin resembled buttermilk, with no freckle in sight, and his eyes were a deep blue color, as if she were staring into the heavens of an Italian painting.
He was an Adonis suited for the finest debutante, for a woman with a Grecian name and skin as flawless as his. No doubt such a woman would be able to sing like an angel, in between giving birth to tiny cherubic likenesses of himself, and then would paint the offsprings’ likenesses in beautiful, delicate watercolor renderings. Such a woman would never, ever have told her family that she had a fiancé when she had none. Such a woman wouldn't have needed to do so.
He was just the man she required.
“Who are you?” the driver gasped.
This was the time to explain herself. This was the time to explain who she was and apologize for frightening them, even though the notion that she should scare large men like that was absurd.
But if she could only get the handsome man to introduce himself to Grandmother—she wouldn't need to take him to the ball—it would be enough for Grandmother to be assured that she need not worry anymore. Perhaps the handsome man and the driver could help her move the tree. Cloudbridge Castle was a quick jaunt away, and they were going in that direction anyway. If they thought her a highwaywoman anyway, they would listen to her demands. Maybe no one would want to play a fiancé for a bluestocking, but they would listen to a highwaywoman.
Once they were at the castle, well then they would be so grateful she intended them no harm that they would help her. Neither the driver nor the gentleman appeared to be from Yorkshire. She could get away with this.
Something like hope fluttered in her chest. Perhaps, just perhaps, this would be worthwhile.
Fiona thought of mosaic fragments and ancient civilizations and her dear grandmother. She held the gun steady and flung her curls. She channeled every single story from Loretta Van Lochen and raised her voice. “They call me the Scarlet Demon.”
Both men's eyes widened, and she attempted her very best snarl.

Born in Texas, Wellesley graduate Bianca Blythe spent four years in England. She worked in a fifteenth-century castle, though sadly that didn't actually involve spotting dukes and earls strutting about in Hessians.

She credits British weather for forcing her into a library, where she discovered her first Julia Quinn novel. She remains deeply grateful for blustery downpours.

Bianca lives in California with her husband.

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