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A Duchess with a Secret by Alix Nichols 💕 Book Tour, Behind the Scenes, Newsletter Freebie and eBook Bundle Giveaway 💕 (Contemporary Romance)

2026-06-15T04:32:21.802-04:00

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For sixteen years, they’ve hated each other...

and craved each other.

For sixteen years, they’ve hated each other...

and craved each other.

Widowed and betrayed, Eva Castellane will do anything to protect her daughter’s inheritance.

Standing in her way?

Alex Castellane—her late husband’s steely, magnetic half brother.

The man poised to take it all.

Her worst enemy.

Her forbidden temptation.

Stuck together in the family castle, their legal fight spirals into war…

until a common threat forces a reluctant alliance.

Desire blurs the lines.

Chemistry sizzles.

Rules get broken.

But as the verdict nears, one slip could unravel Eva’s explosive secret…

A Duchess with a Secret stands alone within the Montevor Royals Saga. It is a spicy contemporary enemies-to-lovers romance with forced proximity, family secrets, and a hard-won HEA.

How Fort Vauclairt Whispered Its Secrets to Me

Building the World of Rohinn for A Duchess with a Secret

Have you ever fallen a little in love with a place that only exists in your head? That’s exactly what happened to me while writing A Duchess with a Secret.

I decided early on that Fort Vauclairt would be the ancestral castle of the Duchy of Rohinn. But it didn’t arrive fully formed. It grew, layer by layer, until it felt as real as the characters moving through it.

I started with the bones: a proud stone fortress standing on a hill, its walls steeped in feudal history. Then I added the formal gardens where a breeze could carry a dangerous secret, the stables, and the woods that slope away from the fortress like a green invitation to disappear.

Before long the duchy’s landscape came alive around it, with its rolling hills and valleys, and the agricultural lands where old grazing rights still matter. Then came the main town of Aymon, close enough for easy access yet far enough to keep the castle’s rural privacy.

The most exciting part? The hidden layers.

I gave Fort Vauclairt two secret tunnel systems: one ancient escape route from the Revolutionary era that leads from the old dungeons to the wooded slopes, and a more recent smuggling tunnel connected to a hunting lodge. These weren’t just pretty details. They shaped the tension, the stakes, and the way Eva and Alex move through their story.

A fun fact: most of this rich “portrait” never made it onto the page. You won’t find every historical footnote or the full scope of the late duke’s ambitious plans for the estate. But having those details in my mind changed how I wrote every scene. The castle became a full-fledged character of my novel.

Writing A Duchess with a Secret reminded me why I adore creating these fictional worlds. When the setting feels this vivid and lived-in, the romance, the secrets, and the enemies-to-lovers sparks burn even brighter. Eva and Alex’s journey unfolds against a backdrop that’s as grand, complicated, and full of hidden corners as their feelings for each other.

If you love royal romances where the castle itself seems to hold its breath and keep its own secrets, I think you’ll feel right at home in the Duchy of Rohinn. Eva and Alex’s story is waiting for you in the pages of A Duchess with a Secret

Eva

“He’s here,” Millie whispers.

I don’t look. I don’t need to.

The man she’s warning me about radiates a chill so palpable I can sense which door he entered through. The air in Fort Vauclairt’s reception hall, warmed by hundreds of flickering candles and the breath of mourners grows colder by the second.

Of course, Alex would show up! Nothing like a funeral to size up how much of the estate he can have, just because he happens to share the same father as Geoffroy.

I’m being unfair, I know.

After all, Alex is the old duke’s second son. In neighboring France, the math prodigy would’ve inherited half of the duchy when Rodolphe passed.

Then again, there are no dukes or duchies in the Republic of France, nor are we subject to its laws. We’re old school in Mount Evor. Here, the principles of primogeniture and representation still reign supreme. The firstborn takes it all. The child comes before the sibling. With both Geoffroy and Julian gone, Millie’s birthright ensures that she inherits everything.

The only way Alex Castellane gets a chunk of the estate is if Geoffroy named him in his will. Which I know he didn’t. My late husband and his younger half brother had been estranged long before I met and married Geoffroy Castellane, a dashing widower twice my age.

Alex will get nothing or next to nothing. And Millie will be the next Duchess of Rohinn.

He knows this, of course he does. Yet he carries his tall, infuriatingly well-proportioned form with confidence, which lends an air of legitimacy to his potential claims.

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Alix Nichols is a caffeine addict, a longtime fan of Mr. Darcy. She pens sexy romantic comedies and romantasy. At the age of six, she released her first book. It featured highly creative spelling on a dozen pages stitched together and bound in velvet paper.

Decades later, she lives in France and still writes. Her spelling has improved (somewhat), she has become a Kindle Scout winner, USA Today bestseller, Book Riot's Top 100 Must-Read International Romance author, and Amazon All-Star.

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Undying by Christy Healy 💕 New Release Blitz and $25 Giveaway 💕 (Romantasy)

2026-06-15T00:07:00.000-04:00

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When the fateful day of doom at last arrives, the fates of all three royals – the cursed princess, the young king, and the traitor prince – become inextricably woven together...

Rory Ó Conchúir has always known that she was destined for war. Her deadly gifts, the unwanted inheritance of her ancestor, the Mórrígan, can only be wielded as a weapon of destruction and doom. For years, she would not allow herself to be used as such, instead choosing to live far across the sea, refusing to regret what she has left behind in order to do so…until the fateful day that she learns of the price she has paid for her peace.

Niall Ó Flannagáin, the young king of Connacht, was never meant for war — that has always been his half-sister, Rory’s, role. But now he finds himself threatened with a foreign invasion and the ruination of the realm, without her aid. In desperation, he turns to a powerful enemy as an ally, his only hope to unite the provinces against the foreign armies gathering even now to destroy the land he has sworn to protect.

Locke MacMurchada, the son of the most hated traitor in all of Éire, owes a debt that he knows he can never pay. But when the opportunity to propose a political marriage with the murderous Rory Ó Conchúir arises, he seizes the chance to protect what is left of both his people, as well as the legacy which his father ripped to shreds…so long as she doesn’t kill him first.

When the fateful day of doom at last arrives, the fates of all three royals – the cursed princess, the young king, and the traitor prince – become inextricably woven together, forcing them to face new threats and old enemies, hoping to forge a stronger Éire from the ashes of the old.

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Frequent depictions of war & battle scenes

Graphic descriptions of torture & death

Loss of a family member

Discussions of grief & self-hatred

On-page death of major character

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Christy Healy has been a book nerd ever since she was a little girl hiding under the covers with a flashlight and a dog-eared copy of Anne of Green Gables. She started writing soon after, and the obsession only grew. Now Christy weaves stories of her own into the myths and tales of the Celtic, Indo-European, and Greco-Roman worlds that she has loved for so long. When not lost in her fantasy worlds, she lives in North Carolina with her children, her dog, and her husband.

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The Nightingale Detective Agency by Denise Devine 💕 Book Tour and $20 Giveaway 💕 (1920s Cozy Mystery)

2026-06-13T15:57:10.358-04:00

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In 1926 St. Paul, a determined female private investigator uncovers deadly secrets behind a debutante’s suspicious death in this twisty Prohibition-era cozy mystery.

St. Paul, 1926—where ambition comes at a cost, especially for a woman.

Charlotte Van Elsberg is determined to become the city’s first female private investigator and help women in need. She’s already landed her first case: a grieving mother who wants answers about her daughter, Eleanor Kimball, a debutante killed in a suspicious car crash. Was it truly an accident or something more sinister? Char intends to find out. There’s just one hitch—Char’s husband.

Will Van Elsberg, a seasoned investigator, knows the job too well. It’s no profession for a petite young lady, and he’s not about to let his wife charge headfirst into danger. Char has other ideas. She agrees to hire bodyguards to satisfy his objections.

However, despite the addition of her “new team,” she soon learns that this job is a lot harder than it appears. Doors slam in her face, alibis don’t add up, and everyone appears to be hiding something. Does she have the grit and determination it takes to solve this case?

The more she digs into Eleanor’s carefully polished life, the more she uncovers the young woman’s secrets. Hidden truths that someone is desperate to keep buried. Evidence worth killing for. Now that Char is asking questions, who is determined to stop her from revealing the missing pieces?

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“Robert can’t know about this,” Marjorie said in a low, cautious tone. “He believes Eleanor’s death was an accident and he considers the matter closed. Any attempt to dig up new information will cause doubt and suspicion, casting a blight on our reputation.”

“I can be very discreet,” I assured her. “Besides, a woman asking questions isn’t going to cause concern like it would if a man began poking around.”

Marjorie scrutinized me with a critical eye. “If I decide to retain your services, what assurances do I have that you’re trustworthy? I’ve never heard of you. Are you affiliated with Pinkerton?”

“No, but I do have experience in handling all manner of issues, and I have great counsel,” I replied, wishing I’d already chosen a name for my agency. At times like this, having an official-sounding name made me appear more professional. “My husband is also a private detective. His reputation is impeccable.”

Marjorie’s amber eyes lit up with curiosity. “Is that so? Perhaps I should hire him.”

“He’s overloaded with cases right now,” Ethel said, injecting herself into the conversation. “He shares an office with an attorney, Peter Garrett, and he works almost exclusively with Peter’s clients. Willard has needed their services a few times with real estate deals.”

“But can a woman be as effective?” Marjorie asked, her eyes shadowed with lingering doubt.

Keeping my expression neutral, I refused to let my disappointment show. I’d expected men to doubt my competence, but not another woman. “I will get answers for you,” I said firmly, my voice steady with resolve. “Give me a week. If I haven’t reached a breakthrough by then, our agreement is off, and you owe me nothing. Fair enough?”

A tall, gray-haired man wearing a dark tweed suit appeared in the window, scrutinizing us with narrowed eyes.

“What a wonderful garden you have, Marjorie,” Ethel said loudly and turned her back to the window.

Marjorie glanced back at the window and turned away quickly as well, confirming to me that the man in question was her husband, Robert. “My gardener came highly recommended,” she replied in a nervous, high-pitched voice. “You’ll have to come back in April when my spring perennials are in full bloom. Perhaps we’ll have luncheon, then, too.”

Ethel smiled conspiratorially as the three of us made our way toward her black limousine. “So, the agenda is set then? Charlotte will meet with you again in a few days to go over the specifics of the garden club’s next outing.”

Marjorie held off answering until we reached the car and out of the earshot of her husband. “All right,” she said to me. “I’ll meet with you again a week from today, but at nine o’clock when Robert is golfing. In the meantime, you are not to call my house under any circumstances. Is that clear? Robert must not get wind of what I’m doing, or he’ll be upset.”

“Yes, I understand,” I replied with a nod. “I’ll meet you here next Thursday at nine o’clock to give you all of the information I’ve acquired.”

Marjorie engulfed Ethel with a hug. “Have a safe drive home.”

I slid into the car with sweaty palms and a stomach churning with anxiety as Marjorie walked swiftly toward the house. I’d just promised to give her the information she so desperately needed in seven days. What possessed me to make such an outrageous claim?

I didn’t care about the money. I had exactly one week to prove I was worth the trust she’d placed in me—or be finished as an investigator.

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Denise Devine is a USA Today bestselling author who has had a passion for books since the second grade when she discovered Little House on the Prairie by Laura Ingalls Wilder. She wrote her first book, a mystery, at age thirteen and has been writing ever since. She loves all animals, especially dogs, cats, and horses, and they often find their way into her books.

She has written twenty-two books, including books in the Beach Brides series, Moonshine Madness series, and West Loon Bay series. Her books have hit the Top 100 Bestseller list on Amazon and she has been listed on Amazon’s Top 100 Authors.

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Waiting For You by Sharon C. Cooper 💕 New Release Tour and $20 Giveaway 💕 (Contemporary Second-Chance Romance)

2026-06-11T14:38:23.938-04:00

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They say friends make the best lovers...

They say friends make the best lovers...

After a bitter divorce, Jackson Norwood never thought he’d fall in love again. Especially not with his best friend, Essence Priestly. His attraction to her is the most powerful thing he's felt in a long time, and he doesn't just want her as a lover. He wants her to be his wife. Yet she’s determined to keep their relationship strictly platonic.

Jackson means everything to Essence and her son, and she’s torn between her love for him and the fear of ruining their years of friendship. But after an impulsive, passionate weekend together, she can’t deny their chemistry is off the charts. Jackson woke up the part of her she thought died years ago, and Essence is tempted to let him have what he wants—her.

But drama from his ex-wife is enough to challenge the strongest connection. Will Essence and Jackson’s reinvented relationship buckle under the pressure? Or will their bond grow stronger and lead them to their happily-ever-after?

“Nyla asked if I’d be willing to share a room with you. I told her it was fine and assumed the two of you had already talked about it. She even had my overnight bag delivered there.”

“I’m going to kill my sisters. All of them,” Essence said through gritted teeth, attitude dangling from each word before she turned narrowed eyes on him. “You know what they’re trying to do, don’t you? You have to know.”

It took everything within Jackson not to smile because she was adorable when she was mad. Which he didn’t witness often. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he lied, earning him a deeper glare.

Okay, maybe he knew now, but not at first. He hadn’t thought much of it when Nyla told him of the change because it wasn’t unusual for him and Essence to share a room. But now that he knew her sisters might be trying to push them together, Jackson was totally onboard with their scheming. They all knew how much he adored Essence and how close they were, but they also knew Essence was afraid to move out of the friend zone. It would be just like them to butt in.

He and Essence exited the elevator, and Jackson followed a few steps behind her as she practically stomped down the hallway to their room. She might’ve been pissed, and he probably should be thinking about how he was going to get her to lighten up, but damn her ass looked good in that dress. Watching her shapely hips sway back and forth rhythmically made his body stir in response. Hell, if he could get her to calm down, maybe they could have some fun tonight. It was a new year. A perfect time to start a new chapter in their story. And a little rendezvous in a luxury hotel would only add to the fun.

As if she could hear his thoughts, Essence glanced over her shoulder at him without missing a step. If eyes could shoot invisible daggers, she was definitely shooting them at him, and he felt them square in the chest.

So much for living out a few fantasies tonight. Clearly, the hotel room would be for sleeping only.

Normally, Essence was sweet, kind, and would do anything for anyone. She also had a good sense of humor and took her family’s antics in stride. She didn’t usually trip over stuff like this, especially since she and he often shared a hotel room. The two of them, and sometimes Tray, vacationed together more often than not. Staying in the same room was a norm. So, it was out of character to see her this pissed.

Essence already had her keycard out when she stopped in front of their hotel room door. Seconds later, she stormed inside the room. She didn’t seem to care if he followed her in or not.

Jackson sighed, catching the door before it slammed in his face. This was going to be a long night. He didn’t want to argue, and Essence had every right to be mad—just not at him. She was probably looking forward to relaxing in a beautiful hotel room after a long day. Hell, a couple of long weeks, and here he was crashing any solitude she thought she’d get.

Or maybe she was mad because she had planned to invite that punk ass Romero to the room after the reception.

That thought had Jackson wanting to question her about the guy. Had their relationship moved up from just casual dating? Instead of asking, he kept his mouth shut. She was angry at her sisters, and he didn’t need her to take it out on him. He didn’t have siblings, but he’d been around hers enough to know they all drove each other nuts sometimes.

“Oh, and if you think we’re sleeping in the same bed, think again,” Essence snapped, tossing his duffel bag, which had been on the edge of the king size bed, to the sofa.

Jackson yawned, then slid out of his tuxedo jacket and laid it across the arm of the sofa. Next went the bowtie. “Essence, I don’t know what’s going on with you, but I do know one thing. I’m not sleeping on the sofa.”

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COPS in SPACE by Gail Koger 💕 Book Tour and $25 Giveaway 💕 (Sci-Fi Action/Adventure Romance)

2026-06-10T00:07:00.000-04:00

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“I’m as crazy as an outhouse rat and just as hard to kill.”

Once upon a time, Lexi was a “normal” teenager. Now she’s a galactic cop with a deadly predator as her boss. She gets to deal with flesh eating monsters, alien babies, hunky warlords, space battles, and not so bright bad guys. Plus, the fate of the universe rests in her hands. What could possibly go wrong? Did we mention the baby? (It’s a boy)

Zarek the Coletti Overlord and Lexi’s uncle gives her the Coletti version of the birds and the bees talk:

“Has your father talked to you about the physical differences between a human male and a Coletti?”

“No.” Where was this going?

Uncle Zarek frowned. “Did he explain to you what happens between a male and a female?”

I stared at him in utter horror. Oh, my, God. He wasn’t going to give me the birds and the bees speech, was he? “Relax I had sex education classes in school.”

“Sex with a Coletti warrior is not the same. I need to educate you on our anatomical differences.”

God, just kill me now. “Do you hafta?”

“Yes, I hafta. Some females find our penis frightening.”

A giggle escaped me. “Seriously? Does it have teeth or something?”

“No.” Uncle Zarek rubbed a hand over his face. “Did you notice the slit in Kaelen’s abdomen?”

I nodded.

“We are a warlike race and to protect our ability to procreate, the Goddess placed our appendages in a shielded pouch inside our abdomens.”

Okay. That kinda made sense. “So, kicking a Coletti warrior in the nuts is only going to piss him off?”

“Exactly.”

What was he being so mysterious about? “Ok, what’s so scary about your man parts?”

Uncle Zarek stared at me for a long moment, and an image formed in my head.

My eyes widened in horror as a snakelike penis with a frill of tentacles around the top slid out of a stomach slit. “Tentacles? Are you freakin’ kidding me? What is it with aliens and tentacles? Ewww.”

“The tentacles increase a female’s pleasure,” Uncle Zarek replied.

The tentacles vibrated wildly like some freaky sex toy. “Oh, hell, no. That is not going inside me. Ever.”

An exasperated frown formed on Uncle Zarek face. “You do not have a choice in the matter.”

“The hell I don’t.”

“Coletti warriors are masters of seduction. Kaelen will simply overcome your reluctance.”

I crossed my arms and said sweetly, “It’s obvious you’ve never dealt with a woman suffering from PMS before. When it’s that time of the month Earth girls are fearless and capable of taking down an armed warrior without breaking a nail. We’re Attila the Hun in a dress.”

“Attila the Hun?

“A conqueror kinda like you.”

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Boys of Richland: Gabriel by Daniela Romero 💕 New Release Blitz and Special Edition Print Book Giveaway 💕(College Soccer Romance)

2026-06-09T00:07:00.000-04:00

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One girl on the edge.

One obsessive college soccer star determined to save her.

One devastating love story that nearly destroys them both.

One girl on the edge.

One obsessive college soccer star determined to save her.

One devastating love story that nearly destroys them both.

Cecilia Russo was ready to disappear the night Gabriel Herrera found her.

Now, the star athlete refuses to let her go.

Gabriel forces his way into Cecilia’s life with the same intensity he brings to the field—reckless, relentless, and impossible to ignore. The more he pushes past her walls, the more dangerous their connection becomes.

Because Gabriel doesn’t just want to protect her.

He wants to consume her.

What starts as grief, anger, and stolen nights spirals into obsession, codependency, and a love neither of them knows how to survive. Especially when the ghosts haunting Cecilia refuse to stay buried.

With trauma, betrayal, and a looming trial threatening to tear them apart, Gabriel and Cecilia are forced to decide if love can truly heal two broken people—or if some damage is impossible to come back from.

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Dropping one knee on the mattress, he lays me back, all the while kissing me, caressing me. My body sinks into the comforter and I freeze, locking up at the feel of his strong, powerful frame hovering over mine.

I can’t help my reaction. Squeezing my eyes closed, I count to ten in a desperate attempt to talk myself down. Gabriel doesn’t notice at first. He continues to kiss me, trailing his lips across my cheek and along my jawline. One hand holds my hip, pressing me down, pinning me in place.

I can’t… I open and close my mouth, struggling to breathe.

Panic rises in my chest and my breaths come out as heavy pants. Gabriel shifts his weight, moving his position to settle himself beside me.

He props himself up on one elbow while his other arm curls around my hip, tugging me close as he rolls me to my side to face him. “Hey,” he whispers against my lips. “We’re not going any further than this.” His words are meant to reassure me, but I’m having a hard time getting enough air into my lungs. I swallow hard and open my eyes, peering up at him between my lashes. He lifts a hand and strokes his thumb along my jaw, eyes filled with concern.

“I’m sorry.” My cheeks burn and I look away, but his hand cupping my jaw draws my attention back to him.

“Don’t apologize,” he says. “You have nothing to be sorry for. I’m not here to get in your pants. That’s not what I’m after.”

My brows furrow together. “It’s not?”

He barks out a laugh and presses a quick kiss to my lips, unraveling the knot of tension inside me. “I mean, I won’t lie and say I haven’t thought about it.” He waggles his brows and I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face. “But we’ll move at your pace. Whatever it might be. This, us, it’s new,” he tells me, reaching down to lace the fingers of his hand with mine. “We don’t have to rush things. I'll be happy if you let me hold you.” He presses another quick kiss to my lips. “And happier if I can kiss you.”

I worry my bottom lip, looking down at our entwined hands. I don’t want to over analyze what this means. He’s kissed me twice now. But that doesn’t mean this is a relationship. I’ve never done casual, but maybe casual is exactly what I need.

“We don’t need to take anything further than that,” Gabriel assures me.

“I—” His expression is tight, almost hopeful, as he waits for me to respond, but I don’t know how to put words to what I want to say. Gabriel is infuriating, but there’s no denying I’m attracted to him. That he brings out this side of me that I had buried away. He pushes me, gets under my skin. But more importantly, he makes me feel alive.

“What if I want to do more?” I ask.

His adam’s apple bobs in his throat and he tucks a loose tendril of hair behind my ears. “I don’t think—“

“Please.” My eyes stay locked on his and electricity crackles between us as indecision plays out across his face. I want to chase this feeling. To know I’m not broken beyond repair, and I think Gabriel can give me that.

“You said we could be broken together,” I remind him.

His gaze rakes over my face, looking for any sign of indecision, but he won’t find one. I’m sure about this, or at least as sure as I can be.

He licks his lips and his eyes flick to my mouth, a hungry look taking over his expression. “Are you sure?” His voice is husky and I squeeze my legs together as I nod in confirmation.

“Yes.”

“We’re not having sex.”

I open my mouth to argue, but he raises one hand to stop me.

“I’m not saying I don’t want to.” He pulls me impossibly close, pressing the hard length of his erection against my abdomen to show me the extent of his desire. “But, you’re not ready. And I’m not going to take advantage of you.”

I chew on my bottom lip, feeling the sting of his rejection, but nod my head anyway, accepting defeat until he adds, “That doesn’t mean I can’t make you feel good.”

My head jerks up and he grins.

“Would you like that?” he asks. “You want me to make you feel good?”

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I didn’t ask to be saved.

Not by him.

Not by anyone.

Gabriel Herrera doesn’t give me a choice.

One moment, I’m ready to end it all. The next, he’s dragging me back into a world I can’t bear to face.

He calls it help. I call it torture.

I’ve lost my friends. My reputation. My will to fight.

After what happened at that party, disappearing felt like my only escape.

But Gabriel refuses to let me go.

He forces his way into my life, breaking through the cracks I’ve worked so hard to seal.

The more he pushes, the more I break.

And when your foundation is weak, it’s only a matter of time before everything crumbles.

Gabriel Herrera saved my life.

Then I shattered his.

We’re locked in this vicious cycle of push and pull.

He’s everywhere—on the field, in my head, under my skin.

No matter how hard I try to move on,

Gabriel won’t let me go.

When he suggests something casual—

No strings. No promises. Just us—

I should walk away.

It’s reckless. Self-destructive.

The worst idea he’s ever had.

But saying no to Gabriel?

It’s never been my strong suit.

The lines between love and lust are blurring, and every touch tightens the grip he has on me.

This isn’t a game we can win.

And when it’s over, I’m terrified he’ll be the one thing I can’t survive losing.

I should’ve protected her. Kept her safe.

Instead, I pushed her away—and nearly lost her for good.

We found our way back to each other.

But starting over isn’t easy.

Not with everything we’ve been through.

Not with Austin’s trial looming like a storm, ready to tear us apart.

Cecilia’s not just my second chance—she’s my reason to fight. My reason to heal.

And I’ll be hers.

We’ve faced the worst together.

It’s time to prove we can be more than the broken pieces of our past.

Because some endings aren’t endings at all.

Ours is only the beginning.

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How to Love a Prince by Hayden Stone 💕 New Release Blitz, Newsletter Freebie and eBook Giveaway 💕 (M/M Romantic Comedy)

2026-06-08T06:44:55.008-04:00

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It’s too bad they accidentally sink a yacht, which inevitably leads to more scandal, and they must start apart...

What happens when a playboy prince must find a respectable husband to redeem himself and secure the monarchy’s future when he unexpectedly inherits the throne?

When London-based playboy Prince Theodor learns he’s about to inherit the Danish throne, he must clean up his scandalous image by finding an appropriate husband. But his planned redemption arc to audition fake boyfriends to fake marry creates another set of problems, until a fateful trip to Corfu, Greece, leads him to Greek Prince Stefanos, of the former Greek monarchy, and challenges his guarded heart as sparks fly.

It’s too bad they accidentally sink a yacht, which inevitably leads to more scandal, and they must start apart. However, Theodor and Stefanos can’t stop thinking of each other, leading to heated, secret encounters between Greece and England guaranteed to set the tabloids alight once their secret is revealed…

How to Love a Prince, Book 2 in the Being Royal Series, is a light-hearted royal rom-com featuring fake dating, opposites-attract, and forbidden love.

For fans of Red, White & Royal Blue, Boyfriend Material, and The Unlikely Heir.

When I pause long enough to go to the bar and get some water, I bump unsteadily into someone. “Sorry,” I manage, clapping a hand on the tall man’s shoulder in apology. It’s solid muscle under my fingers. He’s even more built than I am, and I’ve kept in good shape since my military service years ago and more recent modeling work after that. Before I settled into working with my business partner on our design projects.

The man turns around, frowning, his mouth open to complain. Then his eyes widen in recognition, beneath a tumble of dark, wavy hair.

Of course he’s hot.

I grit my teeth. A hot man is what got me in trouble to begin with tonight. Or, more like, said hot man got himself caught up in the tabloids and then caused me problems.

Also, I might be staring at the stranger.

Not being a British royal usually has its advantages in London. Less recognition, for starters. I’ve lived in London for years now, away from Denmark. I get less than I would get back home anyway, unless on the off chance I come across a Dane or a Danish monarchy enthusiast. Which, surprisingly, happens more often than one might think.

Except I’m hardly being subtle tonight. I want to be seen. Straightening to my full height, I stand my ground in defiance.

Let them photograph me. I insist.

I want Aidan to know what he’s missing. He’ll be sorry then, him and his wretched groom.

Except it doesn’t make things any better, and then it dawns on me I’ve still been gawping openly at a gorgeous man, with olive skin and black hair and blue eyes. Which, I’ve got to say, is a stunning combination known to do a number on me. He’s mesmerizing. I gawp like a tourist taking in one of the wonders of the world. Believe me, he’s one of them. Usually, I’m a shade more coy, to my credit, but I’ve had a lot to drink tonight, and my filter is off. In fact, my filter’s probably tossed somewhere deep in the Thames, like a votive offering right alongside some Bronze Age weapons and Roman coins.

“Prince Theodor?” He has an accent that I can’t quite place. It’s totally hot, though.

“Guilty,” I say flippantly, recovering in an artful facade of manners. I run a hand through my hair. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to crash into you. Shockingly rude. Would you like me to get you a drink to make up for it? Please.”

“No need. Already have one.” The man holds up his cocktail, complete with little umbrella and some fancy garnishes. His eyes dance. “You don’t know who I am?”

If I hadn’t been busy staring at his face like I was trying to etch it into my memory for all time, I would have maybe looked at his hand with its cocktail. Confession time. “To be honest, I barely know who I am right now.”

“Fair.” The grin he gives is spectacular, easy, almost familiar. His white teeth match his white shirt. I shiver. “I can see why you might want to forget tonight. Bad luck about the news.”

Now he looks sympathetic. My face burns.

Oh, hell.

Does everyone follow the tabloids? God, has everyone seen my embarrassment coming before I did?

Even so, do I want to forget this stranger? The probability in truth is at around nil. Around us, the dance music thumps on, people laugh and carry on around the bar where we stand in the shifting strobe lights from the dance floor, all purple and pink and blue.

And then, everything comes crashing down again as his words belatedly register in my brain. My mouth hangs slightly open. So much for finding the evening’s prospect. He’s murdered my opening.

“Ouch, man.” My suaveness has gone right out the door of the club and died on the Soho street. Probably by drowning in a well-trodden puddle. “You had to remind me about the news.”

“Sorry.” He looks contrite. Then he searches my eyes, with amusement lingering in his. There’s no malice that I can see, which makes for a refreshing change, at least. “You really don’t know who I am?”

“How rude, I should have asked your name. I’m sorry, my manners have vanished. Terribly sorry. What’s your name, then?” I ask.

He laughs easily, shrugging. “It’s Stefanos.”

I go back to staring. Something is at last clicking into place through an absinthe-induced fog. No wonder he looks a little familiar. “As in, Prince Stefanos?”

That would be Prince Stefanos of the former Greek monarchy. The Greek Royal Family remains, but in exile outside of Greece, spread across Europe.

“Yes.” Stefanos bows his head. There’s something completely charming in the gesture, almost shy. Certainly self-effacing. “And I’m very sorry about the reminder of the tabloids. I know they’re a pain for all of us.”

“You just re-reminded me,” I complain, but I’m smiling, despite the miserable night he seems to insist on reminding me about, like he’s delighting in a few more twists of the knife. And despite my best efforts to forget about Aidan. A stab wound is like that. My gut twinges. Or maybe it’s the drinks protesting in my stomach.

At any rate, I’m distracted by Stefanos, the moment of his glossy hair as he laughs again, ducking his head down as he breaks my riveted gaze.

“I’ve got to say, the prince-per-capita rating in this club is off the charts tonight.” I gaze openly at him, leaning ever so slightly in. Yes, he’s hot. Confirmed. As if there were any question about his hotness. The evening’s at last starting to look better and better. Thank fuck.

“Absolutely—”

Then, in turn, someone careens into me—and my flirting is officially cancelled.

Because it’s officially messy o’clock at the bar before last call.

And I’m drunk enough to not have my bones left for balance—and I crash hard, my drink splashing him first—and I fall hard right into Stefanos’s chest.

What happens when the British Crown Prince falls in love with an American man who opposes the monarchy?

Prince Auggie swears he’s no kind of dashing prince: daydreamer, private—and also secretly very gay. He’s instantly horrified when his father, reality TV addict King James, signs Auggie up for a reality TV show to promote the monarchy, where the man with the most talents wins—and to help find Auggie a bride, the very last thing Auggie wants. But duty calls.

When Auggie finds out his co-star is irritatingly gorgeous Thomas Golden, the charismatic dual American-English heir to the Golden hotel fortune, it’s another step too far. There’s at least one problem: Prince Auggie’s already recently crossed paths with Thomas Golden one disastrous night in a London club. Plus, there’s that whole second not-so-small, not-so-secret problem—the Golden family wants to get rid of the monarchy.

Once Auggie and Thomas arrive on set in the English countryside, it’s already unapologetically hate at first sight. It’s going to be a very long summer of filming…until sparks fly behind the scenes, leading them to make a searing heatwave all their own. But soon, real reality strikes, and Auggie must choose between the life he’s destined for as the future king—or dare risk everything for love.

An enemies-to-lovers, opposites-attract, feel-good gay royal rom-com.

For fans of Red, White & Royal Blue, Boyfriend Material, and The Unlikely Heir.

When a laid-back prince clashes with a driven charity founder over a property deal—future polo field vs rewilding—and unexpected sparks fly, the prince must choose between his feral ways or a chance at love.

Prince James, one of Crown Prince Auggie’s wild cousins and third in line to the British throne, has a whole heap of problems. Including the fact that he borrowed Auggie’s beloved Land Rover without his knowledge and bogged it down in a cultivated field somewhere outside of Cambridge, putting him in the royal doghouse. Worse, he’s late to a gala event he’s supposed to be organizing—and he’s soon fired from his new events manager job. Which is a problem, because his parents cut him off from his allowance after graduating from uni. Silver lining: he has a trust fund, but he needs to have a business plan to cash in following his recent twenty-fifth birthday.

Now, Prince James needs to redeem himself with his family. After Prince Auggie advises him about taking responsibility and finding a new direction, he decides to try to hone one of his rare talents as a star polo player. Prince James wants to buy a small estate to start a polo academy and buy a few horses. All very reasonable, except he happens to be broke at the minute. He needs his parents’ support and to prove to them that this is a totally legitimate direction for his future. When he gets a lead on a property up for a quick sale, he’s all business.

Stuart Hewitt’s passion is saving the environment, and he leads a charity dedicated to rewilding the British landscape to re-establish woods and natural ecosystems. He’s found the perfect plot of land for his new charity to acquire for rewilding in Sussex, complete with a river. Except one thing he didn’t count on was going head-to-head with a royal for the same plot of land…

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More animal than mineral, Hayden Stone is a writer of fun queer fiction, especially with kissing. He currently lives in Victoria, Canada, and has previously lived in Vancouver, Canada and London, UK. He likes strong coffee and is owned by two cats. You can find out his latest news on Twitter or Instagram, or at his website: haydenstonebooks.com

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Bookstore owner Aubrey Barnes likes his quiet, orderly London life, thank you very much. His shop may be struggling, his only employee is a menace, and his plumbing is one creaky pipe away from disaster, but he can handle it. Maybe. He cannot, however, handle the film company that’s thrown his Soho street into chaos.

And he definitely can’t handle the charismatic American actor Blake Sinclair.

Which is why he’s extremely reluctant to lease out his shop as a set for Blake's film, but it’s his one opportunity to save his business. Now he can’t get away from the distractingly hot actor.

Then Aubrey finds himself alone with Blake in a trailer, and what happens next turns London’s heat wave into an inferno that leaves him breathless.

Aubrey is not cut out for the high-profile life of dating a celebrity, especially an American actor who’s not even out yet. Good thing their tryst is absolutely not going anywhere.

Of course, when you expect nothing, that’s exactly when it starts to mean everything.

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Our Toxic Traits by Rebecca Christo 💕 Book Tour and $20 Giveaway 💕 (Dark Romantic Suspense)

2026-06-05T05:48:23.036-04:00

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Some secrets are better left buried.

Others are waiting to pull you under.

Some secrets are better left buried. Others are waiting to pull you under.

Jill Davis is just trying to survive the hustle of New York City. As a private dog walker for the elite residents of an Upper East Side high-rise, she’s used to navigating the eccentricities of her wealthy clients. From the icy and demanding Briar Whitney, to the mysterious and unnervingly attractive Christopher Bennett. Jill prides herself on blending into the background; but in a city where everyone is watching, staying invisible is becoming a dangerous game.

While a serial killer that the media has dubbed the “Socialite Strangler” stalks the shadows of Central Park, Jill’s carefully curated life begins to unravel. A series of unexplained “glitches” in her daily routine, and a questioning detective suggest that the danger isn’t just in the park, but in the building where she works.

When a high-stakes Halloween party turns a theatrical hoax into a gruesome reality, Jill is thrust into the centre of a nightmare. Caught in a web of obsession and lethal deception, she must decide who to trust.

In a world where everyone is connected, there is nowhere left to hide. Can Jill break free before her own toxic traits and those around her, become her undoing?

Avid dog lover and Author Rebecca Christo was born in Toronto, Ontario, where she developed an early love of both reading and writing. Of particular interest to her was creating a story with emotionally mature content that was still entertaining enough to be read for fun on a relaxing vacation. She hopes she’s succeeded with her very first published novel: Mirrored Wounds.

When she’s not travelling with her husband, Darcy Christo, Rebecca enjoys spending time with him, her children Ali, Brittany and Maxwell, and her puppies (Lucy and Winston) in Wasaga Beach, Ontario where she currently lives.

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Unmasking the Marquess by Pamela Gibson 💕 Book Tour and $10 Giveaway 💕 (Historical Romance)

2026-06-03T00:07:00.000-04:00

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Betrayal is the enemy of trust and their fragile, new-found love is about to shatter...

He was a licentious rogue, or was he?

Aubrey St. Clair, Marquess of Leisterbridge, a notorious rake and society fribble, abandons his bride on their wedding night to spite his father, the man who coerced him into the marriage. When his intrepid bride turns up at his personal estate to quash the scandal, they call a truce and finally get to know each other.

Lady Catherine Sturbridge considered ending her betrothal. But a threatening letter sent to her by a convicted criminal whom she chanced upon in London, changed her mind. Marrying the powerful Duke of Gresham’s heir would keep her loved ones safe, even if she must tie herself to a frivolous rogue.

When, despite her silence, her enemy abducts her godchild, Catherine is forced to confide in her husband who agrees to help her. But can she trust him to know what to do when a child’s life is at stake and they’ve been warned not to go to go the authorities?

As they work closely together, they succumb to the passionate side of their marriage. But Catherine is wary, despite finding a different man under the guise of a society dandy, and when Aubrey reveals a long-held secret, she must protect her heart because betrayal is the enemy of trust and their fragile, new-found love is about to shatter.

Catherine slipped her arms into her wrapper and left her bedchamber. Not bothering with shoes, she hurried back to her husband’s room and entered.

He cocked his head and glared. “You again?”

“Has the dog been limping?”

“He has.”

“Hold his head steady while I probe.”

She ran her hand down the leg indicated. The dog yelped as she touched a rough spot. “He seems to have some kind of injury here, but it looks scabbed over. When I examined the stillroom on my tour of the house I saw arnica paste. Apply a bit to the wound, then wrap it with pieces of an old cravat so he doesn’t lick it.”

He looked at her with an amused smile. “Anything else?”

“Yes. The dog needs more heat.”

“He’s in front of the fire.”

“More. Wrap him in a blanket and have your valet warm towels. Make a nest somewhere.” She glanced around the room with its enormous bed. “Put it on your bed. It will ease the dog’s discomfort.”

“Are you daft?”

“Come now, milord. Are you too high in the instep to sleep with a dog? With your past, you must have entertained a few doxies resembling our canine friends.”

“Oh ho, we are back to insults are we?” He sat back on his haunches and folded his arms.

She stifled the comment she was about to make and gazed directly into his eyes. “If you care about this dog, as you say, you will wrap him in towels and let him sleep where warmth directly comes in contact with his body.”

“Very well. I shall do as you say.”

Perhaps he wasn’t a total rogue after all.

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Jane Stafford, raised in America, is shocked to learn she is a wealthy heiress, her late father was an earl, and her English mother is alive. Anxious to meet the woman she long-thought dead, she travels to London, only to be whisked away by her sinfully handsome guardian to a remote estate to be “schooled” in the ways of the ton.

Gilbert Carmichael, Lord Ralston, chafes at having to make a rebellious young heiress acceptable to society, especially one who is impetuous and blatantly democratic. Because the instruction she needs is more than deportment and dancing. It’s also about how to spot a rake who might woo her for her fortune.

When Ralston learns his ward is to be used as a pawn in an elaborate scheme involving a secret impersonation, he will move heaven and earth to keep her safe. Because proximity has brought the uncomfortable knowledge that his interest may be more than duty—it just might be love.

Lady Jocelyn Stafford desperately needs a husband to repair her tarnished reputation. Her obvious choice is her neighbor James, a man who once fancied her. If only she hadn’t cruelly rejected his attentions when she found herself wooed by a scandalous rake with a better title.

James Margrave, Earl of Seaton, must have an heir to keep his estate from falling into the hands of his cousin, which means he has to marry. Lady Jocelyn, who still beguiles him, would be perfect if only he could forget old slights. Instead, James asks Jocelyn to help him find a suitable wife, a task she agrees to perform, hoping to redeem herself in his eyes.

When a series of attacks put James’s life in danger, an immediate marriage becomes critical. Jocelyn is willing and available. But can he trust a woman who once broke his heart and is it fair to wed her when she might become the next victim?

Author of eight books on California history and twenty-three romance novels, Pamela Gibson is a former City Manager who lives in Southern Nevada. Having spent several years messing about in boats, a hobby that included a five-thousand-mile trip in a 32-foot Nordic Tug, she now spends most of her time indoors happily reading, writing, cooking and keeping up with the antics of her latest rescue cat, Lady Diana, a dignified senior. She loves red wine, all kinds of chocolate, old Jimmy Buffet sailing songs, and curling up with a good book.

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Daisy's Creature by M.L. Knight 💕 New Release Tour and $10 Gift Card Giveaway 💕 (Monster Horror Erotica)

2026-06-02T00:07:00.000-04:00

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With every bite, he’s changing.

Into what?

The only thing he craves to be.

Daisy’s.

Ashmore was like any other town.

It held secrets.

Legend says…only the blood of a Sanderson can revive it.

And it’s been sleeping for centuries.

Until Daisy.

When Creature awakens, the residents of Ashmore get more than they bargained for.

And he gets more than he can chew.

With every bite, he’s changing.

Into what?

The only thing he craves to be.

Daisy’s.

Lucas waved a hand in a distinct direction she didn’t glance at. “Is it true, then? Y’all are the guardians or some shit over a petrified demon, and that’s why your mom needs to oversee the sale?” He tilted his blonde head. “You know, we used to come out here and dare each other to go up and touch it. The thing’s creepy as fuck.”

Sidney let out a nervous giggle, but she avoided looking where Lucas had gestured as well. “Very creepy. I don’t know how y’all sleep in the house knowing it’s in your yard.”

Daisy feigned nonchalance and shrugged, refusing to admit to herself or them that she found the thing fascinating in a macabre way.

It truly looked like a demon from hell—minus the horns and tail. It possessed big, leathery wings that lay flush against its back, blending in with the black tattered clothes draping over its lean body, absent of any fat. Claws adorned its bird-like feet, the heels coming to a point that also had a claw.

Feet meant for grabbing prey off the ground.

She shook the thought off. Under the low moonlight, it would be hard to see the thing with its grey-black skin, arms tied and looped around the back of a twelve-foot-tall stake.

According to Mom, the thing had been there for generations, never moving and never changing. The townspeople knew all about it, and, obviously, the kids made a game out of approaching it.

M.L. Knight is a self-published author who enjoys things that go bump in the night. Her favorite horror movie is Evil Dead 2 and her favorite holiday is Halloween. She channels her love for the strange and unusual by writing erotic, horror-inspired stories. When she’s not cooking up something dark and depraved, she’s tackling her never ending TBR, studying for her nursing degree or lifting heavy weights. And she’s got one question to ask you. What’s your favorite scary movie?

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