But for all their sins, once they've met the women they claim as theirs, no hurdle is too small, no battle too large, as they ride into hell itself to protect those they love.
Born in England, Serena Akeroyd is a true romance bookaholic. As a reader she will not touch a book unless she knows it has a happy ending, which makes her write the endings that your heart craves! This addiction made her want to craft stories to suit her voracious need for steamy, sexy romance. She loves to write stories with plots twists, alpha sexy men, dark humor, and hot AF love scenes. Some are darker than others as she has a taste for the weird and the unexpected.
She writes MF, MM, Menage and Reverse Harem (also known as Why Choose romance) in both con-temporary and paranormal. But she has recently decided to concentrate more on contemporary MF stories, mainly with A Dark and Dirty Sinners’ MC Series and The Filthy Feckers Series.
USA Today Bestselling Author Michelle Hercules always knew creative arts were her calling but not in a million years did she think she would become an author. With a background in fashion design, she thought she would follow that path. But one day, out of the blue, she had an idea for a book. One page turned into ten pages, ten pages turned into a hundred, and before she knew, her first novel, The Prophecy of Arcadia, was born.
Michelle Hercules resides in Florida with her husband and daughter. She is currently working on the Blueblood Vampires series and the Rebels of Rushmore series.
She's the older woman. He's the man who killed her husband.
Rosalie Carmichael has spent most of her life doing as she's told. She is the perfect wife, a loving mother, and the aunt everyone calls on when they need a favor.
Her life is peaceful until her happy family is torn apart and she finds herself at the mercy of the Coalition once again.
Scared and alone for the first time since she was sixteen, Rosalie seeks comfort in the arms of her much younger bodyguard. Together they dream of a future where they’re free to love each other out in the open without fear of recriminations or bloody repercussions.
And for six short months it seems as if escape might be possible.
Then the Coalition requests an urgent meeting, and Rosalie is left with an impossible choice.
Choose the bloodless—and loveless—option or follow her heart down the violent path to freedom?
The Optional Aunt is a dark and erotic romantic suspense novel set in a world where deception is the norm and the truth can’t be trusted. It is the second book in The Coalition Collection, a series of interconnected standalones featuring the Ingram-Greaves, Averell, Zidane, and Du Croix crime families.
*Full-length novel, complete with a HEA, and can be read as a standalone*
Zoe Hill is an Australian writer. Having found her niche spinning tales about love and villains, Zoe loves nothing better than typing all the words and consuming exorbitant amounts of coffee and Skittles while her teens are at school.
A country girl at heart, she is a rabid reader, a metal head, and UFC fanatic. When not writing, Zoe can be found chatting about plot bunnies with her menagerie of animals and musing out loud about how well she’s moonlighting as a competent wife and mother.
Zoe is active online and loves nothing better than chatting about books and memes. Feel free to friend her on Goodreads, check out her website zoehillwrites.com, or search Zoe Hill Writes to find her social media accounts.
Today we have the trailer reveal for Michelle Hercules’ Dark Prince! Check out the trailer and be sure to pre-order your copy today!
Title: Dark Prince
Author: Michelle Hercules
Release Date: April 3rd
COVER DESIGN: Michelle Hercules
PHOTOGRAPHER: Michelle Lancaster (@lanefotograf)
MODEL: Chase Mattson
About Dark Prince:
There are only two ways a human can cross the gates of Bloodstone Institute: as a familiar to one of the blueblood vampires who attend the elite school or as a snack.
I’m neither, but I have to get in at all costs. My brother made a big mistake, and now I have to fix it by stealing from the most powerful and cruel vampire to ever come to Bloodstone, Lucca Della Morte. If that wasn’t almost suicidal, I need to get it done before the spell concealing my human nature wears off.
But I forget that I’m only pretending to be a vampire. I’m still human and susceptible to Lucca’s dangerous allure. His darkness calls to my soul. His savagery makes my blood sing. I’m falling for the dark prince, craving him in a visceral way that’s frightening and exciting at the same time.
If he discovers my secret, he’ll destroy me. And yet, I can’t help wanting to get closer. I never thought I had a death wish until I met him.
Havoc. That’s the name of this club. Appropriate. It’s dark, loud, and brimming with humans more than ready to satiate my hunger. It took me a while to get used to the noise. Night entertainment sure as shit has changed since the last time I was awake.
My latest snack is passed out on the VIP couch, utterly spent. Feeding and fucking go hand in hand, but unlike the human currently snoring next to me, I’m far from satisfied. My strength has returned, and thanks to all the blood I’ve drunk already, I’m almost caught up on what I missed in the past ninety-five years. Blood remembers.
Opposite me, Saxon is busy getting it on with some random girl. Ronan and Manu have disappeared to I-don’t-know-where. So much for my reawakening party. That’s my inner circle in a nutshell—a bunch of assholes. Not that I’m any better.
I catch the attention of the nearest bouncer, signaling him to get rid of the passed out human. I’m ready for the next one.
Not a minute later, I find my new target. A pretty little thing in black leather is walking over, carrying one single shot on her tray. Slender yet curvy in all the right places, blonde hair cascading down her back, and full lips begging to be tasted, she’s exactly what I need.
Immediately, my fangs descend, and my cock hardens. I watch her approach, not hiding the hunger that’s surely shining in my eyes now. When she stops in front of me, I can hear how fast her heart is beating; I can smell her fear.
Interesting.
Most humans who come to these places aren’t afraid of us. They know exactly what we want, and they give it willingly in the hopes of being turned. Little do they know we no longer have that power.
“What’s your name, sugar?” I ask, not hiding the craving in my voice.
“Re-Rebecca.” She clutches the tray harder while tremors run through her body.
A lie. That’s not her name. I’m not surprised she wasn’t truthful. She’s not afraid; she’s gripped by terror, which makes her even more alluring to me. I’m a predator after all.
Not taking my eyes off her face, I run my fingers up her naked legs. “What do you have for me, Rebecca?”
She doesn’t answer for a couple of beats. In fact, she’s not even breathing. I suspect she might bolt out of here at any second.
“A special shot. On the house,” she finally replies.
My lips curl into a grin. I was wondering when Derek Blackwater, the owner of Havoc, would send me a welcome gift. He was the last human to be turned into a vampire, and thus, he’s almost as old as I. But that’s as far my knowledge of his dark past goes. The guy is a mystery.
“Is that so?” My hand disappears underneath her skirt, and when I squeeze her ass, she gasps.
“Yes,” she breathes out.
My pulse skyrockets. Damn it. It’s normal to be thirstier soon after an awakening, but my reaction to this human is stronger than I anticipated.
With shaking hands, she hands over the shot glass. I don’t know what kind of drink this is, but I’m past the point of caring. I throw my head back and drink it in one single gulp. Immediately, my head becomes fuzzy.
With a frown, I stare at the empty glass, seeing double. “What the hell?”
I sense someone yank on my necklace, a piece of jewelry I never take off. The fucking human is trying to steal from me. My movements are sluggish now, which means she laced my drink with vampire’s bane.
Motherfucker.
The necklace chain snaps at the same time that I manage to get over the poison’s effect. I’m fully recharged, thanks to my ninety-five-year nap, and thus, I’m less susceptible to vampire’s bane’s effects. The thief is about to take off, but I grab her wrist, digging my nails into her soft skin, drawing blood. A single whiff of her scent changes everything. My vision turns crimson, my eyes zero in on her neck, and my ears only hear the sound of her blood pumping in her veins.
The desire to sink my fangs into her soft skin is no longer about retribution. This is pure and raw bloodlust.
I jump from the couch, trapping the girl between my arms. She struggles, she screams, but no one will come to her aid.
Sudden pain shoots up the back of my head, clearing my vision for a second. The human is pulled from me by Saxon, and then Manu is blocking my way.
“What the hell, Lucca! I leave you alone for a moment, and that’s what you do?” Her golden eyes are glowing in the dark, showing how angry she’s with me.
“She poisoned me with vampire’s bane,” I grit out, trying to control the feral instinct that’s demanding I rip the human’s throat to shreds.
“Let me go!” She fights Saxon’s hold.
“Take it easy, sweet cheeks. You’re not going anywhere.”
I don’t dare to move. I’m not over the bloodlust yet. I haven’t succumbed to it since the worst evening of my life centuries ago. Why now?
“What’s this?” Saxon pulls an object from the girl’s grasp.
“My necklace,” I say. “Bitch came here to steal from me.”
Saxon lobs it in my direction, and then Manu whirls around, displaying her talon-like nails. Fuck. Now she wants a piece of the human too.
No. She’s mine.
“Who sent you here?” my sister asks the girl.
The thief doesn’t have a chance to reply. Ronan comes running, his face twisted in the deepest frown and his entire body exuding anger. He spares a fleeting glance at the puny human in Saxon’s grasp and then turns to me.
“We’ve got company,” he says. “Tatiana’s sycophants are here.”
Damn everything to hell. They had to show up now. I could simply kill the human with a single blow and be done with retaliation. But my body immediately rejects that idea. I can’t do it.
With regret, I turn to Saxon. “Forget her.”
His eyebrows furrow while he watches me as if I’d lost my mind. I’m not sure I haven’t. Releasing someone who poisoned me and tried to steal from me is not my MO, but my revenge will have to wait. I have an older debt to settle and a message to send.
About Michelle Hercules:
Michelle Hercules always knew creative arts were her calling but not in a million years did she think she would become an author. With a background in fashion design she thought she would follow that path. But one day, out of the blue, she had an idea for a book. One page turned into ten pages, ten pages turned into a hundred, and before she knew, her first novel, The Prophecy of Arcadia, was born.
Michelle Hercules resides in The Netherlands with her husband and daughter. She is currently working on the Legends of Gattica series.
The devil came to me in disguise. Too bad I didn’t notice until it was far too late.
Jackson, an all-new dark standalone romance in the bestselling Rydeville Elite Series from USA Today bestselling author Siobhan Davis, is coming April 27th and we have the steamy cover!
Vanessa:
The devil doesn’t always wear an evil mask.
Sometimes, he appears in the most beautiful form.
Like the super-hot bad boy with the dirty-blond hair and a wicked glint in his blue eyes who swept in out of nowhere, stealing all the air from my lungs.
I thought he was my savior.
But he’s my ruination.
And he’s just taken a machete to my heart.
Jackson:
For years, my rage seethed under the surface. Hidden behind a cloudy haze of my poison of choice.
But now, the fog has cleared.
And I’m out for blood.
I will annihilate those responsible for taking my sister from me.
Except he’s not here, so I go for the next best target.
The woman he abandoned.
Until it suited him to drag her into this messed-up elite world.
Sucks to be her.
Because when I’m done with Vanessa, she’ll wish she was dead.
An interconnected standalone dark romance set in the Rydeville High Elite world. Due to mature content and themes this book is recommended to readers aged eighteen and over.
About SiobhanUSA Today bestselling author Siobhan Davis writes emotionally intense young adult and new adult romantic fiction with swoon-worthy romance, complex characters, and tons of unexpected plot twists and turns that will have you flipping the pages beyond bedtime! She is the author of the international bestselling Kennedy Boys, Saven, and True Calling series’. Siobhan’s family will tell you she’s a little bit obsessive when it comes to reading and writing, and they aren’t wrong. She can rarely be found without her trusty Kindle, a paperback book, or her laptop somewhere close at hand.Prior to becoming a full-time writer, Siobhan forged a successful corporate career in human resource management. She resides in the Garden County of Ireland with her husband and two sons.
Would you fear death if you were Juliet and you met your Romeo?
In exactly seven months, five days, and a few hours Snow White will bewalking down the aisle on the arm of her father, Walter White - thefront-runner for next president of the United States of America.
Her fate - to be married to the rich and famous Dr. Barry Lawrence - has been sealed since the day she was born.
Her future's all mapped out, but suddenly, during a trip to sunny Tennessee with her best friend Brenda, a man with golden hair turns her life upside down.
He's the Leviathan, on every woman's lips, the nameless, rough, and lonesome cowboy whom they all desire.
But he's the king of contradictions. He sleeps with a wild wolf on one side of the bed, and Shakespeare's Macbeth on the other. He's as wild and untamed as his black stallion, yet plays the violin like a professional and recitesShakespeare like the poet himself.
Nothing will ever be the same for Snow after the Leviathan demands to see her every night... at midnight.
Between unbridled instincts, wild passion, and difficult choices, she'llhave to decide whether to surrender to her fate or write her own fairytale ending...
This is the story of Snow White and her Leviathan.
About the Author:
L. F. Koraline is a romance author.
She lives with her husband, dogs, cats, turtles and many tropical fishes.
With the Newton Compton Editori, has published five novels (the 703 SERIES).
RED - THE LEVIATHAN is a stand alone novel.
The romance Readers describe it as "a passionate modern fairytale" and appreciate the inspiration drawn from Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet as well as characters reminiscient of Beauty and Beast.
Genre: Contemporary Romance Cover Design: Hang Le Release Date: June 11, 2019
Blurb
She fled from the depths of hell, her life barely in tact.
Iris is finally living a peaceful life away from all that
she fears. She’s ready to come out of hiding and start living again.
He walked away from a life no one is supposed to escape.
Callan’s been looking over his shoulder for the past two
years. There’s a reason they say the mafia is for life. Now, in a new city, and
as the guardian of his sister, he has the chance to create a life he can be
proud of.
Iris’s world is rocked off its axis when she meets her new
neighbor with turquoise eyes and a protective streak a mile wide. Soon the
chemistry between them sparks to life and it’s not long before passion consumes
them. But their pasts are never too far away…
When those he loves the most are threatened, will the cost
of his sacrifice be his own life?
Emma loves
to write, just don't ask her to write about herself. If she isn't writing,
you can find her lost in a book or trying to get her doggo to take a selfie
with her. He usually refuses. At the end of the day, you can find Emma at the
closest Mexican restaurant eating queso and sipping on a margarita. She lives
in Texas with her husband and dog.
As a member of the Stained Souls Motorcycle Club and MMA
fighter, I was once a well-known and feared man in this town; now I am
returning a stranger. Being home reminds me of the losses that have turned my
soul dark and built my walls high. Until I met Juliet, the sexy yoga instructor
who has invaded my every thought. Her light shines so brightly, it is like a
beacon calling to me, cutting through my darkness. But there is something
hidden behind her eyes, and she’s got walls as tall and thick as mine.
Juliet
Four years ago, I had it all… until one night changed
everything. Now I am trapped in a prison of lies where my heart is locked away
with my secrets. Rage has stirred things in me I thought I could never feel
again. He thinks he can get through. But I can’t give in… I mustn't… for his
sake and mine. I won’t let the ghosts of my past hurt anyone else.
Can these two damaged souls resist the urge to be together?
Freedom. It was something I had seldom thought about…until
four years ago. I had taken for granted living life every day without looking
over my shoulder. Never feeling any real peace, a tiny part of me was always on
high alert. I feared that at any moment, I would be discovered. I had spent the
past four years trying to cope with intense, crippling anxiety, and everything
I had done was still no match against the nightmares that visited me often.
I thought fate would deal me a better hand. I believed I could
escape him. Now the effects of my mistakes had spread. I feared not only for my
life but also those of people I love who were put in danger because of me. I
was no longer free. Now, at twenty-seven years old, my time had run out.
My eyes began to open. I blinked slowly, trying to get them
to adjust to the darkness. I used my shoulder to wipe the dampness from my
face. Blackness cloaked the room, making it impossible to see anything around
me. The musty air blasting through the vent was frigid. My fingers and toes
were numb, making them hard to move. An intense headache competed with the
throbbing pain in my face. The tiniest bit of warmth against my back made me
aware of the body next to mine. I tried opening my mouth; the tape that had
sealed it shut had been removed. My lips felt swollen, and I tasted dried blood
on them. I nudged the body next to mine. I hoped that it was Paige, that they
hadn’t separated us.
A soft whisper came from my cracked lips. “Paigey…” I
croaked her childhood nickname.
Nothing.
“Paige, please answer me,” panicking, I whispered louder,
waiting for an answer.
A small groan escaped her as she moved just centimeters.
“Ana…” a low voice struggled to whisper back.
I let out the breath I was holding, relieved that hers was
the body next to mine. “Oh, Paige…” I leaned into her as close as I could, “I’m
so sorry you got dragged into this.” My voice hitched and my eyes welled, but
no tears came. Dehydration left nothing for my body to spare. We leaned into
each other. The friction caused my broken body to ache. “I will find a way to
get us out of here,” I promised her.
A door opened. It creaked loudly, breaking the silence.
Light streamed down the staircase. It was dim yet blinding in the blackness of
the basement. We both jumped and huddled our bodies even closer with our hands
tied behind our backs.
We stayed silent. The only sound came from the shoes that
clanked heavily down each step. The stairs moaned under the weight of the man.
A large shadow appeared, then the massive body that belonged to it. It was
him—the monster. The man with all the scars. The slight limp in his step gave
him away.
He turned on a small flashlight and aimed it around,
highlighting areas of the basement before finding us. The light so shocking
when it hit me, I squeezed my eyes shut. I could feel the tremors rolling off
Paige’s small body. God, please. Please
send someone to rescue us before it’s too late. I had pushed away everyone
who cared; now there might be no one left who could save us.
With my eyes still closed I listened to the clicking of his
fancy shoes on the damp concrete as they got closer and closer. I braced myself
as the large body loomed over us.
Rage
Six months earlier…
I tucked my head down further behind the shield as I picked
up the pace. My bike pushed forward faster, anxiety building in my chest as I
passed the small road sign with the arrow: Sugar Maple 15 miles.
That little sign surged adrenaline through every part of my
body as I got closer to home. My bike sped through the warm night, covering the
distance as fast as possible. Miles of trees, bushes, and mountains were
blurred in my peripheral vision over the last five and a half hours until I
finally crossed Georgia from Tennessee.
The sound of my pipes cutting through the night was all that
filled my ears, the mountain air leaving a light mist on my partially exposed
face. I tried to stretch my back. I felt tight everywhere from not stopping.
When I was a kid, I couldn’t wait to grow up so I could leave this place. After
four long years of exile, I couldn’t get back fast enough.
It was Monday night—I was five days early. The idea of
surprising my brothers in the Stained Souls MC came to me last night when I
tossed and turned trying to sleep. Friday seemed too far away. At first light,
I packed my shit and left behind everything that couldn’t fit on my bike. I
knew my club brothers weren’t expecting me until the weekend so they could
throw me a huge homecoming bash. As much as that sounded great, I wanted some time
to reacquaint myself with my newly renovated hometown. Besides, I knew that the
party would leave me hungover for days, and that wasn’t how I wanted to start
my homecoming.
Last time I talked to Hawk, he said that the Stained Souls
were raking in cash with all the new people in town. The club owned several
buildings on the main strip, so naturally, they had done pretty well with the
renovations. I hadn’t decided, even with the influx of income, how I felt about
returning to a town full of strangers. I was once a well-known and feared man
in this town. Now I would be the stranger. The thought had my stomach turning.
My forearms tightened as the needle pushed further toward
one hundred on the desolate road. The blackness of night was the perfect
backdrop for the slideshow that was running in my head. All the people, places,
and friends I left behind…the good times with my brothers and the bad times
that destroyed my soul. I shouldn’t have wanted to go back. I should have
embraced my new life. But no matter how much darkness and anger Sugar Maple
triggered, it was still home.
I shook my head, clearing the thoughts. I focused on the
approaching glow of city lights that made the horizon over the mountain appear
bright compared to the inky sky that surrounded it. The May heat and humidity
created a haze blanketing the area.
I slowed my pace to almost a crawl just outside town. On the
hillside, the moon illuminated the bright white chapel and gave it an eerie
glow. It stood tall and menacing, overlooking the bridge into Sugar Maple. Its
angular windows, the way they looked down the hill to the town below, reminded
me of angry, judging eyes.
I tried to keep my eyes forward, but the small graveyard
pulled me to it. The decaying stones of the cemetery were almost as white as
the church. My eyes locked on a single headstone. I swallowed back the lump
that formed in my throat. Every fucking time I entered or left town, I was
forced to pass the painful reminder of what life took from me. I had said
goodbye to three people I loved standing under those tall maple trees, which
always seemed to mock me.
Author Bio
Zara Teleg is an American romance author, entrepreneur, tree
hugger, yoga enthusiast, and coffee addict.
Zara has a wide variety of interests, which has led to many
creative ventures over the years, but none has fulfilled her true passion for
reading and writing. In her debut novel, Consumed by Rage, Zara has finally
made into reality her dream of becoming a novelist, which has been thirty years
in the making.
She fell in love with books when she received her first
Sweet Valley High at age ten, and she has been a book addict ever since. She
started writing her first YA bad boy romance at age thirteen and has since
moved on to alpha males, hot bikers, and sexy vampires.
Zara is a free spirit, who spends her days alternating
between writing and cooking. No one makes a better veggie burger! Her love of
animals has influenced her plant-based lifestyle. From the time she could walk
she brought home every stray she came across, wanting to keep them all. Her
friends nicknamed her “Snow White” because she is slightly obsessed with
feeding every hungry wild animal in her neighborhood.
She can often be found outside, reading or writing a juicy
romance while listening to loud music under fairy lights, surrounded by plants,
crystals, and wind chimes. Zara lives with her husband of 23 years, their
teenage daughter, spoiled pit bull, and her very ornery cat. She spends
weekends laughing on the Chesapeake Bay with her extremely loud Italian family!
She dreams of moving to a place where she can walk barefoot and be on a
paddleboard with her pit bull all year long.
