Title – Savage Sacrifice
Series – Savage Angels MC
Author – Kathleen Kelly
Genre – MC Romance
Release Date – May 31st
(This is a erotic romance. It contains graphic language, very steamy love scenes and lots of emotion.)
Bonus story – Helen’s Secret Admirer
“Who do you want it to be?” asked Helen’s daughter-in-law and friend, Kara Hudson, as they sat drinking coffee in one of the booths at Helen’s restaurant. Maddie Hudson, Helen’s other daughter-in-law, sat next to Kara wearing the same curious expression.
Today was the big day, the day that her secret admirer finally revealed himself. Helen had been waiting for a long time to find out who had been sending her mysterious deliveries of flowers, candy, and other whimsical gifts, all with romantic little notes that sent her heart fluttering with delight. Never having had a true romance in her entire life, it was exciting. But she really couldn’t think of any man in particular she wanted it to be. Well…she could, but it wasn’t realistic. It was a secret she kept close to her chest, and had never revealed to a single soul.
I’m fifty-six years old. I’m about to become a grandmother twice over, and I’m acting like a teenager. I have no business fretting over a secret admirer at my age. Like any man is that crazy about me? More than likely, they want to get closer to my billionaire sons.
Helen sighed softly before answering. “I don’t know. It could be anyone.” She met single men her age or older every day, but most of them were just acquaintances, men she socialized with when she attended charity functions or who she chatted with here at her restaurant. Most of them were charming, a characteristic that she’d found came pretty naturally to the majority of wealthy men.
“But you must have some clue. Or someone you really hope it turns out to be,” Maddie said excitedly, her hazel eyes dancing with enthusiasm.
Helen looked across the table at Simon and Sam’s wives, two women who had become more like daughters than “in-laws” to her as she answered, “Maybe the mystery was better than the actual truth will be,” she admitted, knowing that she’d been flattered from the very beginning because of the romantic attention. She’d never had that kind of admiration before, and it was heady, even at her age. Sam and Simon’s father had been pure evil, a man who had forced himself on her when she’d been eighteen and naïve. She’d ended up pregnant and married to the devil, trying her best to raise her boys to grow up be different men—better men—than their father. And had they ever! Her sons had far exceeded even her wildest expectations, in both ambition and heart. Thank god!
A woman couldn’t ask for two better sons, and the two women sitting across from her had completed both her sons with their love, made them happy. What more could she want than that? She finally even had grandbabies on the way. Her boys were happy, settled, and her life should be complete, and yet…
“You have a right to find your own happiness, Helen. You’ve lived for your boys all of your adult life,” Kara told Helen softly, reaching out to squeeze the older woman’s hand. “You’re still young and beautiful. And you have enough energy to wear Maddie and I both out just by watching you.”
Helen squeezed Kara’s hand. “You’re both pregnant. I can’t say it would be difficult to outrun you right now,” she answered with a smile at both younger women, Kara’s huge belly hidden underneath the table. Maddie wasn’t showing yet, but she was experiencing symptoms of early pregnancy, including fatigue.
“You wear us out when we aren’t pregnant,” Maddie replied adamantly. “We just want you to get your chance to be happy.”
“I am happy,” Helen answered defensively. How could she not be happy? Her sons had made sure she wouldn’t want for anything. They hadn’t been pleased when she’d wanted to work for a living by owning her own restaurant, but they’d given her what she wanted. Honestly, much more than she even wanted. She made a very good living with her restaurant, but her boys always thought more was better. So they never stopped giving.
“I think it’s Michael,” Kara said, a dreamy look in her eyes. “He’s been coming around for years. He’s always had a thing for you”
Helen blushed and pulled her hand away from Kara’s, raising her coffee cup to her face to hide her flushed complexion. The problem was, she did wish it was Michael, but it wasn’t possible. “He’s eight years younger than I am, handsome and very eligible. He just comes around for advice on raising his girls. We’re just friends,” Helen said abruptly, her red face hidden behind her mug, taking another slug of coffee, her hand trembling slightly.
Kara shot Helen an annoyed look. “He’s sweet on you. He always has been. And his daughters are grown up and married now. What does it matter if he’s a little younger? He doesn’t look younger than you. Tell me he still doesn’t come in at least twice a week.”
Helen squirmed in her chair, knowing she couldn’t actually look at Kara and tell her that. Kara had been a waitress in this restaurant for a long time. She knew Michael was a regular and probably still was. “He likes the food. He doesn’t like to cook,” Helen replied, wanting desperately to change the subject.
“Helen, do you want it to be Michael?” Kara asked softly, both her and Maddie leaning forward to hear her answer. “He’s wanted to be more than a friend for a long time”
“He doesn’t,” Helen protested, wishing it were true, but knowing it wasn’t. Michael had never given her any indication that he saw her as anything more than a friend, and he was much too young. And handsome. And virile.
“Oh, I don’t think he’s ever been drawn here by just the food,” Kara answered mysteriously. “Do you know that whenever he came by and you weren’t here, he’d leave without eating?”
“Hmm…doesn’t sound like a guy who just comes by for food,” Maddie agreed, crossing her arms in front of her with a smile.
“Nope. And I don’t think he’s here for the food today either,” Kara remarked drily as she scooted carefully to the edge of the booth. “I think it’s time to get your sons home and out of here. They’ve already eaten all the food from at least one side of the menu.”
Helen had her back to the door, but she knew Simon and Sam were seated in another booth close to door, both of them waiting for her secret admirer to show. “Take them. It isn’t like I need a babysitter. I’m their mother. I’m in a public place. My place. And I don’t want Simon and Sam to make a scene.”
Helen knew exactly why Sam, Simon, Kara and Maddie were here. They all wanted to see her anonymous male admirer. Actually, she had no doubt that her protective sons wanted to do more than gawk at him.
What if it is Michael?
“It’s not Michael,” Helen said, mostly to reassure herself, keep herself from hoping. Michael Prescott would never think of her that way. He wasn’t a billionaire like her sons were, but he had a very successful law practice and made a very nice living. He’d lost his wife when his two daughters were little more than babies and raised them himself, doing a very fine job with them.
Kara winked at her. “Keep telling yourself that and you might start believing it until he comes over here.”
Kara stood awkwardly and Maddie hopped out beside her. Helen peered up at the two girls, her arms crossed in front of her. “Are you trying to say he’s here?” Okay…that was a little disconcerting, but a complete coincidence. “He just came to eat.”
“Uh huh,” Kara answered in a disbelieving voice. “And I suppose he brought that beautiful bouquet of red roses just to get your opinion on gardening?” Kara said facetiously, her brow cocked, and a questioning look on her face as she looked down at Helen in disbelief.
“He has flowers?” Helen asked anxiously, afraid to turn around and look, her heartbeat racing faster.
Michael is here. It could be Michael.
“Admit it,” Kara said insistently. “You always wanted it to be Michael. You care as much about him as he always has for you.”
Shocked, Helen stuttered, “I can’t. He can’t. We…we…aren’t like that.”
“Admit it and we’ll go stop your sons from killing him,” Maddie said with a laugh.
Helen sighed anxiously. “Yes. I admit it. But he’s so caring, so handsome, so… young. I can’t pursue anything but a friendship with him.”
“He’s exactly right for you. He always has been. Don’t scare him off, Helen. Michael’s exactly what you need and you deserve a nice guy like him. And you’re the one he’s always wanted. Please,” Kara asked in a concerned voice. “Tell me you’ll give him a chance so I can go keep Simon from killing him.”
Helen gasped and turned, seeing both of her sons rising to their feet, scowling at Michael.
There hadn’t been a time when her heart hadn’t melted every time she saw his handsome face or wicked smile, and it was no different today.
She exited the booth, smoothing out imaginary wrinkles from her pastel skirt and top, and hurried over to where her sons had just finished eating their way through the menu, Kara and Maddie on her heels. “Take your wives home. They’re both tired,” Helen told her sons sternly, glaring up at one and then the other.
Her sons frowned at her and looked at their wives, who were both grinning from ear to ear. “We will. We just want to have a quick discussion with this guy,” Sam said gruffly.
“You are going home. Now. Don’t argue with me, Samuel. Take your brother and your wives home. Michael is a friend and I don’t want you harassing him.” She loved her sons, appreciated their protectiveness, but enough was enough. She was still their mother. Always would be.
Kara and Maddie claimed their husbands and started pulling Sam and Simon toward the door, both of her sons grumbling as they went and shooting warning looks at Michael as they exited.
Exasperated by the whole scene, Helen looked around the restaurant, glad that there were only a few customers who were looking at them curiously. “Come to my office,” she told Michael briskly, walking toward the back of the restaurant. He followed closely behind her. Not only could she smell his masculine scent, but she could feel his presence. She’d always been acutely aware of him whenever he was in the restaurant, and today it was even worse.
Could the man who had been sending her such ardent and romantic notes with his gifts truly be Michael? It didn’t seem possible, but her gut said it was, and her instinct was rarely wrong.
Why? Why would he do it?
She let him enter her office before closing the door behind her, and slumped against the door, looking up at a grinning, masculine face that nearly made her melt into a puddle at his feet. “I’m sorry,” she said quickly, embarrassed by Sam and Simon’s behavior, her face still rosy pink with mortification.
Michael Prescott was beyond handsome, his dark hair cut neatly and showing just a touch of gray at his temples. He was tall and fit, dressed neatly in casual slacks and a polo shirt that stretched across a broad chest. “No need to be sorry. You’re their mother. Single and alone. They should be protective. I was more than ready to answer all of their questions. They wanted to know if I was worthy of you. Honestly, I’m not. But I want to be,” he said in a husky baritone that vibrated through her body, causing her to shiver.
Straightening, Helen walked to her desk, her face aflame. “So you really are my secret admirer,” she asked, astonished, sitting on the desk, letting her sandaled feet dangle as she stared at him.
“Not so secret anymore. And I’ve always admired you,” he replied, walking to her and handing her the huge bouquet of red roses in his hand.
“But we’re friends,” she said desperately, his masculine scent starting to surround her as he moved closer.
“I’ve always wanted to be more than friends with you, Helen. But your sons are way
of my league. You’re way out of my league. Problem is, I don’t care anymore. I don’t want to have to search you out, hoping to find you here. I want you to be mine, in my home, close to me. I want to come home to you every night and wake up to you every morning.” He put his palms flat on each side of her body on the desk, trapping her. “I want you, and I can’t wait any longer to have you. Tell me you’ll give us a chance.”
Oh, God. It was him. It always has been him. Michael Prescott was indeed her secret admirer, and the one man she had actually wanted it to be. Never had she had any real hope that her mystery man would turn out to be Michael…but a woman could dream. “I’m older. You’re younger. We can’t possibly—“
“We can,” Michael rumbled. “The only thing stopping us is ourselves. I figured that out a while ago. I’ve spent years trying to get close to you. Please don’t shut me out now.”
Helen glanced up into his emerald green eyes, her heart racing as she became intoxicated by his masculinity and male scent. Michael had always been her friend, his lips readily smiling, his voice reassuring. But he wasn’t looking at her like he was her friend now. In fact, he looked downright dangerous, but in a sexy way that was nearly irresistible.
“Why the mystery?” she asked curiously, looking up a very dear, familiar face that she’d come to count on seeing often, the face of a man she knew she’d been in love with for years. “Why didn’t you just say something?”
“Maybe I was afraid you didn’t feel the same way. Maybe I’m still afraid you don’t. But I had to do something to get your attention, get you to at least think about the possibility of getting romantically involved with a man. I hope you’re not disappointed,” he said hoarsely, his eyes boring into hers with an intensity that Helen had never seen before.
He looked so vulnerable at that moment that she blurted out the truth. “I wanted it to be you. You’re the only one I was hoping it would turn out to be. But I didn’t think you felt the same way.”
Michael’s lips turned up into a delighted grin. “How could you not know? I thought I was pretty transparent. I’ve never been able to go less than a day or two without seeing
Helen sighed. “You’re young. Probably too young for me.”
“You’re beautiful and have the energy of a woman half your age. Try again,” he said in a low, sexy baritone. “Tell me you don’t feel the same way I do. It’s the only way you’re getting rid of me. I’ve been telling myself you’re too good for me for years, but excuses don’t make the ache go away, Helen.”
“You’re the best man I’ve ever known,” she replied, jumping to his defense. Michael Prescott would be a man any woman would want to date. But he chose her, had apparently chosen her a long time ago.
Go for it. The past is in the past. You know Michael’s a good man. Start again. Try again. He’s worth the risk.
“I couldn’t bear to lose your friendship,” she admitted quietly.
“You aren’t losing me as a friend. You never will,” he replied confidently. “But I want to be your lover, too.”
Helen flushed again, the thought of being close to Michael in that way enough to make her need to crank up her air conditioning and get a fan. “What if it doesn’t work,” she whispered.
“It will. Say you’ll give it a shot, Helen. Please. Don’t make me stay lonely without you,” he requested gruffly in her ear.
Helen shivered, his warm breath caressing the side of her neck. “I don’t think I have a choice. I do feel the same way, so I guess I’m not getting rid of you,” she admitted with a joyous laugh, dropping the flowers on her desk and wrapping her arms around his neck.
“You won’t want to get rid of me. I’ll treat you so good that you’ll never want to walk away,” he told her sincerely, resting his forehead against hers, a relieved look on his face.
“I can’t believe you know about my sons and you still want to date me,” she told him honestly.
“We’ll come to an understanding eventually. They need to know my intentions are honorable.”
“And are they?” Helen asked breathlessly, mesmerized by his incredible smile.
“Mostly,” he answered with a laugh. “I can’t say that I don’t want you, but I’ll never offer anything less than my whole heart and marriage.”
“I don’t think we’re ready to talk about marriage, but I do want to give this a chance. If I don’t, I’ll always regret it.” She knew herself, and she had to give this a try. “We can date.”
Michael groaned. “I’ve been waiting for years.”
“We have to see if we’re compatible.”
“You know we are,” Michael argued.
Helen sighed, knowing she’d never be able to resist anything that Michael wanted for very long, because it was exactly what she wanted, too. “Being friends and living together is two different things.”
“I think we should find out,” Michael answered, his irresistible grin widening. “Don’t be scared. I know what you’ve been through in the past, but I hope you know me well enough to know I’d never hurt you.”
Helen did know that, and she knew she was done fighting with herself. Michael Prescott wanted her. He actually wanted her. And when she looked at him, she could see forever in his gorgeous eyes. And the vision of their future looked pretty damn fantastic.
No more fear. No more doubts. For once in my life I’m taking exactly what I want without being afraid because of my past.
Her past was gone, and she was staring at her future.
Other than her sons, Michael had always been the one man who’d been there for her whenever she needed him. In truth, she’d trusted him for years.
“I’m not afraid,” Helen answered quietly, knowing it was true. “But don’t you think you should kiss me first before we talk about getting married?”
“Finally,” Michael groaned, lowering his mouth to hers and doing just that until she came away breathless, and any doubt about compatibility, along with any rational thought, was completely gone.
Michael never stopped sending anonymous gifts with romantic notes, and they made Helen even happier because she knew exactly who had sent them. And she knew they were sent with love.
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During one of the darkest moments in Allison’s life, she met two men. She loved them both, but not equally. One made her feel alive when she was so close to feeling dead inside. The other made her feel safe, protecting her against the world.
One took her heart, and then vanished.
The other settled for her friendship, but never stopped loving her.
The rocker who became her rock.
Or the flame who’s burned her more than once.
One she can’t live with.
The other she can’t live without.
What do you do when the one who broke you is the only one who can fix you? And the one who has always been there, hiding in the shadows for his chance, is now taking center stage?
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Gina Whitney is the author of six novels, Blood Ties, Beautiful Lies, Saving Abel, Forgiving Gia, Avenging Us, and Luca. In December 2015, she partnered with Leddy Harper to release The Power of a Woman. She is known for her themes of erotica wrapped around soul-searing passion that bring her readers into the story with a range of emotions.
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Nathan Cross is living his dream. Not only is he modeling for Knight Fashion Magazine, recently voted “sexiest man alive,” but he is dating a beautiful photographer who could be his new future. When he unexpectedly reunites with his past love, his world crashes around him. Two loves. The past or the future: which one will he choose?
Olivia’s past choices come back to haunt her and could ruin everything she has worked so hard to build. Troy has the power to destroy any hope of happiness. She will do everything to keep that from happening, even if it means giving up her second chance with Nathan. Lies. Revenge. Scandal. Olivia could lose it all.
Love can heal and love can make you soar, but Nate’s expression said my love had broken him. The thought of Nate not knowing how much I wanted him back shattered me. As his eyes filled with utter confusion, he waited for me to continue.
“Then why didn’t you ask me?” Nate scowled. “What changed your mind? Or should I say who changed your mind?” He didn’t wait for me to answer. Instead, he gripped his hair with his fists and walked away.
“It isn’t what you think.” I searched for the best words to explain.
I might have screwed up finding the right words. It was hard to concentrate with him standing there shirtless, water dripping slowly down his chest from his wet hair. God, he looked sexy as hell. He had no idea what he was doing to me. I wanted to lick every single drop. In my mind, my hands traveled all over his toned chest, wiping away the water like I was his towel.
Nate glared at me, unbelieving, as if he expected me to lie. Then he rushed to me and punched the wall with an expression of rage I’d never seen. His body so close to mine, almost touching, caused my focus to slip away.
“Don’t fuck with me, Olie,” he gritted through his teeth. “It isn’t what I think? I wasn’t given the chance to think.” He pointed to himself. “There wasn’t much to think when I saw Troy practically on top of you.”
I had known that moment would cause me problems. Nate’s expression eased when I began to tremble. His anger and how he’d reacted seemed to surprise him, too. I found my composure again and continued before he had another episode that was so out of character. There was no going back.
“I couldn’t tell you because of Troy. Not because I wanted to be with him, but because I was scared of him.”
“What?” His eyebrows pinched at the center, and his pitch rose again. “What do you mean you were afraid of him? Did he threaten you? Did he hurt you?”
When I nodded through unrelenting tears, Nate guided me to the bed with his hand on my back. I wiped my cheeks and sat next to him. His proximity drove me insane, especially when my hand accidentally grazed his chest.
“Tell me everything.” he said softly, but it was more of a demand. I could tell his anger had turned toward Troy and away from me.
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I’m not good with death. Yeah, it’s true that I’m a doctor and a vet, but I’m darned good at what I do, and death doesn’t happen often when a life is in my hands. Whether I’m working my medical magic or letting my werewolf out so she can kick some a**, I can always count on me to get the job done. I was totally willing to put my life on the line for my BFF… now that we’ve saved her from the grim reaper, I was really hoping things would settled down for all of us.
But I guess it just doesn’t work that way. Instead I’m dealing with a tricky medical case that may be beyond my abilities, not to mention a baby situation that I totally never saw coming. And I’m not sure if it’s the stress of all that, but a weird tension is cropping up between me and the love of my life.
All I want is to find a way to protect all those most important to me, but it seems there’s a new test behind every door. Can’t a girl catch a break?
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When Olivia Hardin started having movie-like dreams in her teens, she had no choice but to begin putting them to paper. Before long, the writing bug had bitten her, and she knew she wanted to be a published author. Several rejections plus a little bit of life later, she was temporarily “cured” of the urge to write. That is, until she met a group of talented and fabulous writers who gave her the direction and encouragement she needed to get lost in the words again.
Olivia has attended three different universities over the years and toyed with majors in Computer Technology, English, History and Geology. Then one day she heard the term “road scholar,”’ and she knew that was what she wanted to be. Now she “studies” anything and everything just for the joy of learning. She’s also an insatiable crafter who only completes about 1 out of 5 projects, a jogger who hates to run, and she’s sometimes accused of being artistic.
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When life shatters, it helps to have friends. I don’t know what I’d have done without Leo and Nate to comfort me, to hold me up and to keep me sane in face of sudden and terrible loss.
And if one of those friends happens to be the love of my life, the one guy I thought I’d never be close to again . . . I’m not going to complain. After all, in a vast sea of things that aren’t fair, being with Leo again feels like the only shining beam of hope.
I know there aren’t any guarantees for us. Leo’s heading south to play football, rocking a full-ride at one of the top colleges in the nation. Meanwhile, all of my plans have fallen apart, and I have to figure out what comes next. Having Nate by my side is more important than I could have imagined.
The next four years were supposed to be the most exciting time of my life. Instead, they turn into a rollercoaster of uncertainty, complete with breathtaking highs and lows that threaten to break my heart.
In the end, the decisions we make now could change everything for the three of us, forever.
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Title: Do You Remember?: A Sweethearts Novella
Author: V.L. KING
Genre: Military Romance/Romantic Suspense.
Release Date: 24 May 2016
When you can’t find the words to say, write them down instead…that’s something that you always told me, something that saved me from my own thoughts on more than one occasion during our years together.
You were the geeky guy…the guy who didn’t just sweep me off my feet on the first day we met, but the guy who stole my heart, too.
Now the day I always thought of is here before me and I can’t find the words to say, so I’ll do what you told me to and write from my heart.
Wyatt Epson, do you remember…?
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Title: Just in Time
Author: Regina Morris
Genre: Sweet Romance
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In the year 2192, the technology exists to send digital recorders back in time to witness history. The results are preserved via holographic images for the world to see.
Managing teams to record history can be stressful enough, but when the government tries to take possession of the proprietary technology from the privately held Historical Preservation Agency, dedicated historian, Caleb Hunter, must rely upon a well-connected, and sexy, developer at a government agency for help.
Can the two of them keep time travel in the hands of historians?
This is a short story. It is a prequel to the novel, “Time Historian.
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“Hello, Janice?” the man said. “This is Caleb Hunter from the Historical Preservation Agency. I’m sorry for reaching you on your private line, but I couldn’t reach you at your office. How are you doing?”
She sat straighter in her seat and her tongue ran across her teeth searching for any stray breakfast bits. She raked one hand through her short blond hair as the other one brushed under her eyes clearing any runny mascara. “I’m doing great, Caleb. How are you doing?”
“I’m fine,” he said. “Do you have an estimated time of delivery for the HPA’s shipment of the safety valves we worked on together.”
She noticed a fake smile appeared on his face. She had spent hours on the com-center talking with the man; she recognized his real smile when she saw it. This wasn’t it.
“Is there something wrong with the order?” she said in a breathy and heady way.
Good Lord. She couldn’t stop herself from batting her eyelashes at him. How strong were her drinks? The waiter must have changed
his recipe. Then again, Caleb was the most delicious man she had ever seen. How many times had she lingered on the com-unit just to talk to him? She had lost count.
“We never received our shipment from Bright Tech,” he said.
Well, hell. That was no longer her problem, now was it? “I’m sorry. You’ll have to contact Bright Tech for that information.”
He smiled wider now and she thought the smile looked even more fake. “I was hoping since we’re friends that you would give me the status real quick. Maybe I could pick up the shipment myself.”
She offered him a big smile, liking that he used the word friends. She assumed he tried to flirt with her, and he was doing a bad job of it. She was only on her third drink, and this conversation seemed a bit odd to her. “I’m sorry. I’m on furlough from Bright Tech. You can reach me at my office in three months. That is, if the furlough ends by then, or if I still have a job.”