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Disgrace by Brittainy C. Cherry
Disgrace, an all-new romantic and emotional standalone from Brittainy C. Cherry is available NOW!
Synopsis:
Each day I prayed for my husband to love me again.
After fifteen years together, he walked away from me, and into the arms of another.
I didn’t know how to cope. I didn’t know my worth. I didn’t know how to exist without him by my side.
All I wanted was for him to come back to me.
Then, Jackson Emery appeared.
He was supposed to be a distraction for my mind. A summer fling. A confidence boost to my bruised heart.
We were perfect for one another, because we both knew we wouldn’t last. Jackson didn’t believe in commitment, and I no longer believed in love. He was too closed-off for me, and I was too damaged for him.
Everything was fine, until one night my heart skipped a beat.
I didn’t expect him to make me laugh. To make me think. To make my sadness somewhat disappear.
When our time was up, my heart didn’t know how to walk away.
Each day I prayed for my husband to love me again, yet slowly my prayers began to shift toward the man who wasn’t right for me.
I prayed for one more smile, one more kiss, one more laugh, one more touch…
I prayed for him to be mine.
Even though I knew his heart wasn’t destined to love.
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Loyalty & Disgrace by Bethany-Kris
LOYALTY
John + Siena, #1
by Bethany-Kris
Publication Date: March 5, 2018
Genres: Adult, Romantic Suspense, Organized Crime. Erotic Romance
by Bethany-Kris
Publication Date: March 5, 2018
Genres: Adult, Romantic Suspense, Organized Crime. Erotic Romance
Cover Design: Mignon Mykel at Oh So Novel Designs
Fresh out of prison after serving a three-year sentence, Johnathan Marcello wants to get back to normal business as a mafia capo. The rules set out for him are clear—keep out of trouble, maintain a low profile, and stay stable. But stability is a delicate balance for a man like John, and shaky ground is only a single step away.
A chance encounter with a blue-eyed woman might just change his whole world.
Siena Calabrese’s life revolves around cooking numbers, and scrubbing books clean. After all, a girl is only useful to men in the mafia, if she isn’t totally useless. As long as she does what they want, then she can maintain the illusion of freedom. But illusions are only delusions in the grand scheme of her life, and reality is far more dangerous.
A man with secrets might just be the one thing she didn’t know she needed.
In this life, family is everything. Or, that’s how it should be.
Distrust.
Love.
Betrayal.
Loyalty.
Love.
Betrayal.
Loyalty.
Mix it all together, and it makes for a volatile city.
A war is coming.
EXCERPT: Loyalty, John + Siena #1
Johnathan’s eyes widened, and Siena grinned at the sight. Surprise looked good on the man. His confident smile earlier had sharpened his strong jaw and chiseled cheekbones, and made her think, I bet he could kill a woman with that smile. Stop her heart with a look, and restart it with a wink.
The surprise, though?
That took his sexiness, and turned it almost boyish in a blink.
“You didn’t know who I was?” Siena asked.
“Marcellos don’t tend to … mix a lot of business with the Calabrese family.” Johnathan’s confident grin took over once more, and his gaze traveled over her form. “You must be Matteo’s daughter.”
“One of a few,” she replied.
Johnathan cocked a brow. “I only know the Calabrese boss to have one.”
“The three illegitimate ones don’t get much recognition in the family.”
Across from her on the bus, Johnathan cleared his throat.
“Ah, I see,” he said.
So was the way of their life.
Nobody ever said being a principessa della mafia was an easy thing. In fact, it was one of the most suffocating things to be. All the rules and expectations that never ended. Having a Cosa Nostra boss for a father—and high ranking brothers—left a young woman like Siena under their control and demands.
She was used to it, now.
Twenty-five years dealing with it all had done that to her.
“Kind of strange to see a Capo driving on a city bus,” Siena said.
“And what do you know about Capos, donna?”
The way he called her woman, and his hazel gaze drifted down over her jean-clad legs left a heavy feeling thumping in her throat. Siena was used to men staring—a byproduct of having taken after her exceptionally beautiful, but cold, mother. She wasn’t, however, used to a man like Johnathan doing it.
A man connected to the mafia. One that might face punishment from her father or brothers for disrespecting their family name in such as way by treating one of their women in any way that wasn’t honest and pure.
Like she was some angel.
Or a saint.
Siena was none of those things.
She quite liked the way Johnathan was looking at her.
“Well?” Johnathan asked. “What do you know about the business, huh?”
A lot.
More than he probably thought she did.
Siena simply said, “Do you think I shouldn’t know who is who when it comes to the Three Families in New York? Wouldn’t that be a little dumb of me, considering who my father is and all?”
“Fair enough.”
She mentally patted herself on the back for dodging that bullet. After all, one who dealt in the business did not discuss the business.
It was a rule.
Siena’s father repeated it to her a little more often than he did to everyone else. She figured that was because she was a woman, and no made man in the mafia wanted other Mafiosi to know a woman was handling business.
Especially … numbers.
“Isn’t it always black cars, and ten under the speed limit for Capos?” Siena asked.
“For some, maybe.” Johnathan chuckled. “My car is still in shipping somewhere between the Rust Belt and here.”
“But is it black?” she asked.
Johnathan smirked. “Possibly.”
“And do you drive ten under the limit?”
“Possibly.”
“I knew it,” Siena said, winking. “So, for now you’re slumming it on a bus, then?”
“I don’t mind the bus. I get to be around people without actually engaging with people.”
Siena lifted a single eyebrow. “Is that a shot at me—I shouldn’t be engaging you, or something?”
Johnathan’s grin deepened, and he looked her over once more. “Nah, I don’t mind engaging you, Siena.”
“It’s just a shame my last name is Calabrese, huh?”
He waved a hand, and said, “It is what it is.”
DISGRACE
John + Siena, #2
by Bethany-Kris
Publication Date: APRIL 2018
Genres: Adult, Romantic Suspense, Organized Crime. Erotic Romance
by Bethany-Kris
Publication Date: APRIL 2018
Genres: Adult, Romantic Suspense, Organized Crime. Erotic Romance
Cover Design: Mignon Mykel at Oh So Novel Designs
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ABOUT BETHANY-KRIS
Bethany-Kris is a Canadian author, lover of much, and mother to four young sons, one cat, and two dogs. A small town in Eastern Canada where she was born and raised is where she has always called home. With her boys under her feet, snuggling cat, barking dogs, and a hubby calling over his shoulder, she is nearly always writing something … when she can find the time.
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Grace by Dee Palmer
Title: Grace
Series: Disgrace Trilogy #3
Author: Dee Palmer
Genre: Erotic Romance
Cover Design: Concierge Literary Promotions
Release Date: January 24, 2017
Blurb
Surprise is the understatement of the year and it hits Sam and Jason like a freight train.
Rocked and shocked, Sam needs to determine if this is a really good surprise, because as much as she loves Jason, any future they may have together could be doomed if he’s not 100 percent all-in. She can’t afford to settle for anything less since there’s so much at stake now.
Jason Sinclair will stop at nothing to protect the woman he loves and keep her safe and shielded when ghosts of her brutal past rear their ugly head.
Truth is the biggest challenge these two face when confronted with the future, a truth in which Jason made his position crystal clear on. Will he test this hard limit to the point of destroying what is between them? Or will he save them both?
Excerpt
“You shouldn’t be here. You need to leave.” I break the kiss and push away as much as his weight will allow. My legs scissor trying to close. He pauses for a moment, searching my eyes, my tone is serious and my face even more so, but if he looks hard enough he can see the fire in my eyes. This is a very fine line I am leading him along and it is only that I trust him with my soul that I feel safe enough to play with that fire, a fire his eyes now recognise.
“Make me.” He growls.
It’s like a touch paper being lit and I explode beneath him. The force of the move and sharp twist in my body takes him by surprise and I manage to scramble out from under his body and slip to the edge of the bed. His hand wraps around my ankle and he swiftly drags me back across the sheet, planting a sound slap on my arse cheek and laughing out at my futile attempt to escape. Oh I’m mad now. I kick my legs and once again I am free. This time, I’m quick and leap from the bed and race toward the bathroom. I only make it two strides across the room, he’s like my shadow, instantly at my back. He grabs my arm and spins me into his chest, stepping me hard and fast against the wall. I grunt out breathless at the impact and he steps back and freezes, his hands held up in surrender.
Not what I was expecting in the cat and mouse game of rough resistance play.
“I can’t Sam.” His broken tone and soft words slice me. He shakes his head and steps up to me softening the rejection that must be plastered on my face. “Not because I don’t want to…fuck look how much I want to.” His eyes dip and mine follow his line of sight to the most painful looking erection straining against his abdomen. “You are the fucking sexiest woman alive but I can’t play this game…not right now. What if I hurt you?” His questions feels rhetorical and sounds like a plea.
“You hurt me all the time Jason…I like it, remember?” I can’t hide the hurt and humiliation. My words are fired with a snarl, my tone harsh and hateful. He doesn’t flinch but steps flush against my heaving body, adrenalin and desire still coursing though me despite his shut down.
“This is different and you know it.” He states calmly but his position implacable. “I want to try this…I get it, I do, but this could get very rough and I am not prepared to risk my baby.” Shit now I feel worse. I deflate in his arms, what’s wrong with me? He pulls me into his warm embrace and I crumple in his arms.
“I didn’t think…I just…” I falter my guilt wrestling with my shame and rendering me speechless.
“That’s what I’m for…we’re in this together Sam and I wasn’t thinking either or I wouldn’t have started. This wasn’t exactly covered in your ‘list’ at the doctors but I’m pretty sure he would’ve said no.” He brushes the fallen hair from my face, his fingers sweep my cheek and he holds my face so we he is gazing unobstructed into my eyes. “You’re strong Sam but really you don’t stand a chance against me.”
“Oh really we’ll see about that.” I let out a light laugh at his wry smile. His teasing tone enough to bring me back to my senses without a shred of blame.
“In about nine months.” He wiggles his brows playfully and I let my head drop on to his chest and smile against his warm skin.
“In eight and a bit months.” I mutter and look up to him looking down. My breath catches at the depth of love in his gaze. He bends and scoops me into his arms, turning and walking back across the room, he unceremoniously dumps me on to the bed.
“We will rain check that new game but for now I’m going to go old school and just fuck your brains out.” His voice is low and sensual. The bed dips as he stalks up my body, such desire and adoration in his eyes any trace of rejection is obliterated with that completely covetous look scorching my skin as it travels the length of my reclining body.
“I like the sound of that.” I exhale and sigh at the same time.
“Not sure all the other guests will share your view though beautiful, so maybe keep the screaming down.” He quips.
“I thought you liked it when I screamed your name.” I suck my bottom lip in and let my most wicked grin split my lips and pull them wide.
“I do.” He hesitates but his expression is troubled, it takes a moment to sink in.
“Your mum…don’t tell me she’s a light sleeper?” I get a nervous knot in my stomach and I wonder if his mother is actually the Queen of bloody England. I really wish I had met her before because this pedestal her boys have placed her on makes my neck strain.
“She wouldn’t have to be a light sleeper Sam, you scream like a banshee.” He teases and settles kneeling between my legs. His heavy cock in his hand, resting the tip at the apex of my thighs, tapping a hypnotic rhythm.
“Fine, I won’t scream.” My mouth waters at the sight.
“I could gag you.” He offers and I smile sweetly.
“Make me.” He growls.
It’s like a touch paper being lit and I explode beneath him. The force of the move and sharp twist in my body takes him by surprise and I manage to scramble out from under his body and slip to the edge of the bed. His hand wraps around my ankle and he swiftly drags me back across the sheet, planting a sound slap on my arse cheek and laughing out at my futile attempt to escape. Oh I’m mad now. I kick my legs and once again I am free. This time, I’m quick and leap from the bed and race toward the bathroom. I only make it two strides across the room, he’s like my shadow, instantly at my back. He grabs my arm and spins me into his chest, stepping me hard and fast against the wall. I grunt out breathless at the impact and he steps back and freezes, his hands held up in surrender.
Not what I was expecting in the cat and mouse game of rough resistance play.
“I can’t Sam.” His broken tone and soft words slice me. He shakes his head and steps up to me softening the rejection that must be plastered on my face. “Not because I don’t want to…fuck look how much I want to.” His eyes dip and mine follow his line of sight to the most painful looking erection straining against his abdomen. “You are the fucking sexiest woman alive but I can’t play this game…not right now. What if I hurt you?” His questions feels rhetorical and sounds like a plea.
“You hurt me all the time Jason…I like it, remember?” I can’t hide the hurt and humiliation. My words are fired with a snarl, my tone harsh and hateful. He doesn’t flinch but steps flush against my heaving body, adrenalin and desire still coursing though me despite his shut down.
“This is different and you know it.” He states calmly but his position implacable. “I want to try this…I get it, I do, but this could get very rough and I am not prepared to risk my baby.” Shit now I feel worse. I deflate in his arms, what’s wrong with me? He pulls me into his warm embrace and I crumple in his arms.
“I didn’t think…I just…” I falter my guilt wrestling with my shame and rendering me speechless.
“That’s what I’m for…we’re in this together Sam and I wasn’t thinking either or I wouldn’t have started. This wasn’t exactly covered in your ‘list’ at the doctors but I’m pretty sure he would’ve said no.” He brushes the fallen hair from my face, his fingers sweep my cheek and he holds my face so we he is gazing unobstructed into my eyes. “You’re strong Sam but really you don’t stand a chance against me.”
“Oh really we’ll see about that.” I let out a light laugh at his wry smile. His teasing tone enough to bring me back to my senses without a shred of blame.
“In about nine months.” He wiggles his brows playfully and I let my head drop on to his chest and smile against his warm skin.
“In eight and a bit months.” I mutter and look up to him looking down. My breath catches at the depth of love in his gaze. He bends and scoops me into his arms, turning and walking back across the room, he unceremoniously dumps me on to the bed.
“We will rain check that new game but for now I’m going to go old school and just fuck your brains out.” His voice is low and sensual. The bed dips as he stalks up my body, such desire and adoration in his eyes any trace of rejection is obliterated with that completely covetous look scorching my skin as it travels the length of my reclining body.
“I like the sound of that.” I exhale and sigh at the same time.
“Not sure all the other guests will share your view though beautiful, so maybe keep the screaming down.” He quips.
“I thought you liked it when I screamed your name.” I suck my bottom lip in and let my most wicked grin split my lips and pull them wide.
“I do.” He hesitates but his expression is troubled, it takes a moment to sink in.
“Your mum…don’t tell me she’s a light sleeper?” I get a nervous knot in my stomach and I wonder if his mother is actually the Queen of bloody England. I really wish I had met her before because this pedestal her boys have placed her on makes my neck strain.
“She wouldn’t have to be a light sleeper Sam, you scream like a banshee.” He teases and settles kneeling between my legs. His heavy cock in his hand, resting the tip at the apex of my thighs, tapping a hypnotic rhythm.
“Fine, I won’t scream.” My mouth waters at the sight.
“I could gag you.” He offers and I smile sweetly.
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Dee Palmer hates talking about herself in the third person so I won't. My husband had my iPod engraved one Christmas with 'sing like no-one's listening' and I know my family actually wish they weren't listening because I am, in fact, tone deaf but it doesn't stop me and this gentle support has enabled me to fulfill a dream. This has been a truly brilliant experience. Amazon Best seller in Erotic Romance category and short listed for Erotic Author Guild Best Breakthrough Author and Best Series for The Choices Trilogy in 2015..it's been a pretty fantastic first year!
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