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Choose Me by Ursula Sinclair 💕 New Release Tour, Newsletter Freebie and $10 Gift Card Giveaway 💕 (Romantic Suspense)

2026-04-16T00:08:00.086-04:00

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I’ve always run away from labels. Now there’s one I cannot run away from.

Father.

I refused to be placed in anyone's box.

Vin

I’ve always been the best friend, the one nightstand, the groomsmen never the groom. Then I go and become that ‘F’ word. Yeah, I become a Father before I am even part of a couple. I’ve never been one to live a normal life. Whatever that is. It’s never been for me. But then a woman and my child change everything. They become everything. I will become whatever they need. Because that will be who I am.

Samantha

My husband and I always wanted a child, but it was not meant to be. Until one day, one came into our lives, and she became my everything. But the man that should have protected us didn’t, he betrayed us. Exposed us to men who threatened the safety of my child and me. Then someone came into our lives amidst the chaos, but who was he there to save, me or his child?

Future

Vin

“Vin!”

“What!” Something about the way she said my name had me blinking and trying to focus my sleep fogged mind. A shudder traveled through my body. What the hell time is it? The connections in my brain were still a bit fuzzy, but I recognized the pitch of that voice. I’d heard it enough times. Something was wrong.

“Christie?” I spoke into my phone.

“I’m at the hospital, Vin. The baby…” Terror laced her tone.

“What? Isn’t it too early?” I questioned. Christie wasn’t quite eight months pregnant, since that was the last time we’d hooked up. “Is something wrong?”

“You’ve got to come now!” Fear rippled in her voice.

I’d never heard her sound like this before. My heart pressed against my chest. “Okay, okay on my way.”

I glanced at the time on my phone. Since my head hit the pillow, I’d gotten less than three hours of sleep. Rolling out of bed, I downed some aspirin I kept on the nightstand. Staggering to the bathroom, I washed my face with cold water. It helped a little. My eyesight was no longer quite so blurry. When I glanced at the mirror, I could at least make out my blood shot eyes from too little sleep. But my mind was clear.

Quickly, I tossed on some clean clothes then caught a taxi to the hospital, Christie had scheduled her delivery in. I hoped like hell she would be there. This woman prepared for everything.

Except for an unplanned pregnancy.

I pulled out my phone to shoot a group text to my best friends, Maze and Dante. To let them know Christie was in the hospital and to meet me there but stopped myself before pressing send. First, it was three fucking o’clock in the morning and secondly, I had no idea what the hell was going on, other than I could hear the panic in Christie’s voice. I’d wait until I knew more.

At this hour, it only took about fifteen minutes for me to get to the hospital in midtown. Still, by the time I got there—it was the right hospital—they’d already taken Christie into surgery. I wasn’t family, just the father of the child we’d both agreed to put up for a private adoption. Which meant no one would tell me anything, other than to have a seat and wait for the doctor. Or the lawyer, for the couple adopting the baby. But I wasn’t sure if the hospital or Christie had notified the lawyer, or the couple, and I wasn’t going to remind anyone. At this point, I also didn’t give a rat’s ass. Christie might have been a one or two night hook up, but I still cared about her and the baby we created.

“Mr. Tinsdale?” A pretty young woman in plain purple colored scrubs stood in front of me.

I stood up. “Yes, that’s me. How’s Christie and the baby?”

“Christie signed a form before they took her in, allowing us to talk to you as the biological father of the baby. The baby is in distress, the doctor is performing an emergency C-section, as soon as he knows more, he’ll come out to speak to you.”

“Thank you.” Even if her words did little to relieve my anxiety. I plopped my ass back down onto the seat. It wasn’t until the nurse disappeared through the double doors, I questioned what she’d said. Or rather the way she said it, know more about what? Shouldn’t it only be to tell me if it was a boy or a girl? Oh, God! Did distress mean the baby might die? Was Christie going to be, okay?

I ran my fingers through my shorthair as these thoughts played table tennis in my mind. I’d made a bit of an ass of myself earlier at the nurses’ station, demanding someone come out to tell me something. All I could do now was sit and wait for the doctor.

I sat there alone, my hands rested on my knees, head down, eyes staring at the floor, seeing nothing but my f’ing life rolling away from me. Tied to someone I didn’t even like—for life. One who would be the mother of my child. All because some shitty piece of latex malfunctioned. Fuck of a malfunction. Still, I prayed to a supreme being or beings somewhere out there that Christie and the baby would be okay. Even if I’d agreed to the adoption, the thought of my child dying sent fear zinging through me.

I took a deep breath. Single mother, single father, nothing single about it. Not when an innocent life was involved. A life who apparently wanted to make an early appearance. Way early. A preemie. My child would be a preemie. Labels—fucking labels. All my life I’d dealt with them. But I refused to be placed in anyone’s box.

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Ursula Sinclair is a USA Today Bestselling Author and the alter ego for LaVerne Thompson, a USA Today Bestselling, award winning, multi-published author. An avid reader and a writer of fantasy, paranormal, contemporary, and sci/fi sensual romances. She loves creating worlds within and without our world. She enjoys good action scenes. Most of her books under either name, also have a touch of violence and a few more than that. She writes romantic suspense and new adult romance under her alter ego.

She is a certified chocoholic and is currently working on several projects. Some might even involve chocolate. But writing helps maintain her sanity.

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Stolen from the home of her betroth by her guardian, the man who killed her parents. Now imprisoned and hidden from all eyes, her own magic bound, Tatianna never gives up hope. Adian will find her.

Adian has never stopped searching for the woman he loves, and when he finds her nothing and no one will stand in his way.

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The Magical Library by Aimee O’Brian 💕 New Release Blitz and 2 x $20 Gift Card Giveaway 💕(Contemporary Romance)

2026-04-16T00:07:00.052-04:00

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As Whitney and Derrick grow closer, sensing a deep connection neither can explain, secrets surface.

In the small town of Hazard, the past never stays buried—and love may be the most powerful magic of all.

Whitney Hopewell, Hazard’s newly elected mayor and former librarian, is determined to protect the town she loves. When a smooth Boston developer offers a sleek solution to Hazard’s affordable housing crisis, she’s cautiously hopeful. Derrick Cross is charming, intelligent, and undeniably intriguing. Convincing the local innkeeper to rent him a room feels practical. Helping him with his historical research feels personal.

But Derrick hasn’t come to Hazard to help. He’s returned to settle a centuries-old score. His family’s downfall is tied to the town’s founding, and transforming Hazard’s quaint charm into soulless urban sprawl is his long-planned revenge. Falling for the woman fighting to save it threatens everything.

As Whitney and Derrick grow closer, sensing a deep connection neither can explain, secrets surface. A hidden tunnel, a looming hurricane, and a magical heritage quilt that reveals dreams of true love force them to confront history, heartbreak, and desire.

This enchanting small-town, enemies-to-lovers romance weaves family feuds, magical realism, and heartfelt emotion into a story about forgiveness, fate, and choosing love over vengeance.

In the small town of Hazard, finding your soulmate might require magical intervention.

Ivy Wayland has a bet with her sister, who says you can’t have it all—success in business or love, but not both. Since opening her tea shop, Ivy knows where her priorities should be, but she has her heart set on her landlord. All her life, she’s heard the family lore about how their antique cookie press infuses homemade cookies with so much love that the recipient will fall head over heels for the giver. Ivy decides to take the chance.

Jaxon Langford is ready to move on. The only thing stopping him from selling up is concern about how some of his small business owners would fare with a greedier landlord. When one of his enthusiastic tenants brings him a tin of delicious-looking cookies, he’s charmed. He takes the cookies to his baseball team’s practice, only to watch them be devoured without getting so much as a bite.

Suddenly, Ivy has her pick of the town’s eligible bachelors—except Jaxon. How can she prove her sister wrong and win Jaxon’s heart?

Perfect for fans of Heather Webber, Sarah Addison Allen, and Erin Sterling, The Magical Tea Shop is a cozy, heartwarming romance filled with small-town charm, a sprinkle of whimsy, and a dash of fate.

In the small town of Hazard, the path to love is never ordinary—sometimes, it takes a little magic.

Kate Mayfield is done with city life and celebrity scandals. With her career as a reputation management consultant behind her, she’s sunk every penny into restoring the historic Hazard Inn, determined to turn it into a thriving bed-and-breakfast. But the charming seaside inn comes with more than she bargained for—hidden problems, a secret underground tunnel, and a mysterious antique desk holding an old musical score said to bring success if played perfectly.

Rory Rollins, famous rock band keyboardist, needs to disappear. With a stalker on his trail and the media closing in, he retreats to his hometown of Hazard, Rhode Island, planning to lay low. But when Kate asks him—believing he’s just a classical pianist—to help her play the duet, refusing means revealing the secret he’s desperate to keep.

As the two grow closer, so does the magic of Hazard. But with secrets between them and the past threatening to catch up, will love be enough to keep them together?

A heartfelt, sweet small-town romance with a touch of mystery and magic—perfect for fans of Emily Henry and Sarah Addison Allen.

In the small town of Hazard, sometimes love is the greatest Christmas miracle.

Alina McAllister is starting fresh in the charming town of Hazard, Rhode Island, with a simple plan: take a docent job at the Historical Society and embrace the magic of the season. But when her landlady Hazel suffers a stroke, everything changes. Hazel’s grumpy yet undeniably handsome grandson, Carter Bestwick, swoops into town determined to sell the cottage and move on with his corporate life. He needs Alina to leave—immediately.

With nowhere to go and a snowstorm trapping them together, Alina and Carter are forced into close quarters. What starts as a tense, begrudging arrangement soon sparks undeniable chemistry. As they clear out the attic, they discover Hazel’s magical wedding bands—heirlooms passed down through generations since the Revolutionary War—and find that sometimes, the magic of love is closer than they think.

In this heartwarming, opposites-attract holiday romance, Alina and Carter may just find that the greatest gift of all is an unexpected love.

Having lived in both California and Texas, award-winning author Aimee O’Brian now resides in the beautiful wine country where she writes dark, sexy, funny romance. With her three children grown and experiencing their own adventures, she and her husband are free to explore the world. When she’s not reading, writing, or planting even more flowers in her garden, she can be found stomping through ancient ruins and getting lost in museums.

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Looking For Lucy by Debbie De Louise 💕 Book Tour and $10 Gift Card Giveaway 💕 (Mystery/Thriller)

2026-04-15T00:08:00.095-04:00

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A mystery of illicit affairs, hidden passageways, and family secrets, Looking for Lucy is the perfect read for fans of gothic novels, psychological thrillers, and atmospheric suspense.

She was never meant to be the brave one.

Despite their different personalities, cousins Mary and Lucy are closer than sisters. Mary, a teacher in a small town, fears change and suffers from claustrophobia. Lucy, a thrill-seeker, travels around the world in search of adventure.

When Lucy goes missing, Mary, her mother, and aunt visit a Long Island mansion called Hollingham Hall where Lucy had been employed as a tour guide before she disappeared. There, Mary meets three men, one of whom may have been romantically involved with Lucy – a charming historian, a volatile artist, and a friendly landscaper.

As Mary searches for her cousin, she is drawn deeper into Hollingham’s labyrinthine gardens and shadowed corridors where she discovers a chilling connection between Lucy and a woman who vanished seventy years ago on the eve of her wedding. She also learns of the “ghost cat” rumored to prowl the property.

When strange events take place at Hollingham, the police are called to investigate. But is Lucy alive and is her disappearance connected to the missing bride or one of the men on the estate?

A mystery of illicit affairs, hidden passageways, and family secrets, Looking for Lucy is the perfect read for fans of gothic novels, psychological thrillers, and atmospheric suspense.

The wallet was evidence that Lucy’s call wasn’t a false alarm. I felt a chill running through me, and my mother was already looking in her purse for her phone to call 911. Aunt Linda, however, was fully in control. “Now let’s not jump to conclusions,” she said. “There’s no evidence of a crime here. The wallet may have fallen out of Lucy’s purse or duffel bag. When she discovers that she left it behind, she’ll come back to get it.”

My mother sighed, and it was one of those sisterly sighs I’d witnessed her make many times around Aunt Linda. “That’s not the point, Lynn. How can Lucy get anywhere without money and her I.D.?”

“You don’t give my daughter credit for her resourcefulness. She’s travelled halfway around the world, for gosh sakes.”

Walter observed the sisters’ exchange with curiosity. I had no desire to take either side. I was just concerned that Lucy, as resourceful as she was, could be in danger.

“Well, you’re her mother,” my mother added. “If you’re not worried, then I guess her aunt shouldn’t be either.”

I had to add my two cents. “What about her cousin? I was the one who received her call for help.”

Both women seemed to run out of ammunition at that point, so Walter interjected. “I think the best thing to do is to tell Mrs. G.” He glanced at his watch. “The tour should be over soon. I can take you back to the house to wait for her.”

Mom was mollified by that suggestion because, at least, it was doing something. Aunt Linda shrugged. She and my mom followed Walter out of the carriage house. He waited for me and then locked the door. Aunt Linda had put Lucy’s wallet in her purse.

“Instead of going back the way we came, I’d like to take you another way,” Walter said, turning right from the carriage house. “We’ll pass my cottage. It’s a circle.”

It was a short walk to Walter’s cottage. Like the Carriage House, only slightly smaller, it was bordered by flowers. A black and brown striped cat was munching on some green leafy plants growing under the front window. Walter smiled. “That’s my cat, Toppy. I grow catnip for him.”

“Toppy, what an interesting name,” I said.

“It’s short for Topiary,” Walter explained. “I found him near one of the Topiaries about a year ago and adopted him. I think he wandered into the estate, but he was only a kitten and no one in the area claimed him when I put up notices.”

“You have a topiary garden?” Aunt Linda asked. “I adore topiaries. You have to show me.”

Walter’s face brightened. “You’ll probably also enjoy the maze.”

“A garden maze, oh how delightful!”

I couldn’t believe that she was more interested in the estate’s botany than in finding her daughter.

Debbie De Louise is an award-winning author and a retired reference librarian. She is a member of Sisters-in-Crime, International Thriller Writers, the Cat Writers’ Association, and the South Carolina Writers Association. She’s written over twenty books including three cozy mystery series: the Cobble Cove Mysteries, Buttercup Bend Mysteries, and her new series, Soup the Supernatural Kitten Mysteries. She’s also written a paranormal romance, standalone mysteries, a time-travel novel, and a collection of cat poems. Her stories and poetry appear in more than a dozen anthologies. Originally from Long Island, she moved to South Carolina where she now lives with her husband, daughter, and three cats. Learn more about Debbie and her books by visiting her website at https://debbiedelouise.com.

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Royal Mayhem by Samantha Jayne Grubey 💕 New Release Blitz and Gift Card Giveaway 💕 (Contemporary Romance)

2026-04-15T00:07:00.021-04:00

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Will Prince Alexander by denied for the first time by the first woman that he truly wants?

Part one of a duet.

Melinda Brown doesn’t want much in life, graduate university and survive.

Prince Alexander has everything, surrounded be riches and spoilt to the core. Everything he’s ever wanted has been at the tip of his finger due to his prestigious status as future King of England.

Despite coming from two different worlds, they share the same university. One day everything changes when the two crash into each other’s lives, literally.

As they both enter each other’s worlds, they’re forced to make compromises for the sake of their growing attraction.

Will Melinda and Alexander be able to win people with their love, especially when it becomes clear that they both hide secrets? Or will Prince Alexander by denied for the first time by the first woman that he truly wants? Not everything is as it seems in Royal Mayhem.

Rolling onto my side, I was met with thin air falling to the floor letting out a groan as I hit the floor.

How did I fall out of bed?

I opened my eyes seeing I was in the living room. The memories of last night finally came rushing back to me. We had been binge-watching my favourite reality television show and fell asleep.

Looking behind me, Alex was still fast asleep. He looked so peaceful. With him asleep, I had time to admire him without him knowing it. It had taken a bit for Alex to get comfortable after the incident again. I could tell he was fighting with himself. There must’ve been a huge part of him that wanted to run and hide, whilst the other part of him wanted to stay.

What scared me the most is that I wanted to know both of those parts of him. The good, the bad, and the ugly. I wanted to know it all. I wanted to know him.

Then, there’s the secret.

Could I cope with not knowing what his secret was?

It was obvious he had one, no adult had a grown babysitter without a reason. The security that had suddenly appeared around the campus, it all coincides with when Alex started at university.

I couldn’t figure out what the reason was.

Did he have a famous and important family?

Was he secretly a political figure?

Would I end up hurt?

I wanted to google him so bad. I reached for my phone, opening up the browser and stared at it.

Could I break my promise?

I told him I wouldn’t.

I let out a groan, throwing my phone back on the sofa.

I stood up, made my way to the bathroom, and showered quickly. I wrap the towel around me heading to the bedroom changing into some clean clothes. My body ached so much. Sleeping on a small sofa with someone else was not the best way to sleep.

After finishing getting ready, I made my way downstairs, Alex was still asleep on the sofa, and into the kitchen. I grabbed a can out of the fridge, opening it and taking a small sip.

Maybe I should prepare some breakfast.

I know Alex brought breakfast things I couldn’t believe he went shopping for me. I don’t think anyone would top what he did for me. I walked into the living room and saw he was sitting up looking confused.

“Hey.”

“Hi,” he said. “I was really confused about where I was then.”

“Do you often wake up at random houses not knowing who you’re with?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Not happened in a few years,” he admitted. “Do you have plans today?”

I shook my head.

“Do you want to go on that date?”

“I’d love to.” Butterflies filled my stomach, this was my first real date.

“Great,” he smiled. “I’m going to go home and then I’ll come pick you up” he looked at his phone “around midday if that’s alright with you?”

“Yeah, that sounds good,” I said. He stood up, stretching his arms out.

I made my way over to the door and let him out. “I’ll see you soon.”

“Yes, you will. Just so you know, I had fun last night,” he said.

“Me, too.”

He got into his car and drove off.

I headed into the living room, grabbing my phone.

Megan answered straight away. “If this isn’t life or death, I’m going to fucking kill you, Melinda,” she mumbled.

“Does Alex asking me on a date count?”

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When she's not writing or reading, she will be playing sims or doing some diamond art and if she isn't doing any of that she could be pole dancing or most likely working.

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A Proof of Love by Merida Johns 💕 Behind the Scenes, Book Tour and $25 Gift Card Giveaway 💕(Women's Fiction)

2026-04-14T00:07:00.043-04:00

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When she discovers a decades-old secret binding her, Rose, and bad-tempered Ned Boomer, her world takes a turn.

A fictional story with a memoir overlay as narrator Katie Blake reflects on life in small town America and the principles, influences, and big personalities she wants you to never forget.

It’s Memorial Day weekend, 2009, and the town gossips have their shorts in a twist about a mysterious newcomer who wears tie-dye, colorful headbands, clunky necklaces, and rings on every finger. “Who installs a ceiling fan on a Victorian porch?” cries Ned Boomer, Woodburg’s grumpiest man, and the town gossips concur, “She must be a hippie, witch, or maybe worse . . . a socialist.”

Hell-bent on preventing a neighborhood blow-up, precocious, nine-year-old Katie Blake launches a covert investigation to gather the truth about the enigmatic Rose. But when she discovers a decades-old secret binding her, Rose, and bad-tempered Ned Boomer, her world takes a turn.

Penning a memoir sixteen years later, Katie is forced to reconsider whether the real proof of love was in preventing a neighborhood war or finding friendship and comfort among three unlikely grief-stricken souls who should never be forgotten.

How Journals, Old Letters, and Diaries Inspire Me

We should write, above all, because we are writers, whether we call ourselves writers or not.” – Julia Cameron

Since I was a child, I’ve been fascinated by diaries, journals, and old letters. It’s not that I’m a habitual journal keeper or letter writer—it’s that I’m curious and nosey! I want to draw the curtains, peek through the windows of people’s lives, hear their voices, and commune with them. Reading journals, diaries, and old letters allows me do that!

I think of these as a reflection archetype, sympathetic to the protagonist’s journey, or a sage who provides a systematic approach for making choices at the “grim crossroads.” These written reflections—whether a letter, journal, or diary—serve two roles in each of my novels. They are the protagonist’s or a secondary character’s unvarnished inner voice, sharing inner thoughts, emotions, and conflicts, and they are the catalyst that propels the protagonist forward into deeper thought and resolution.

So, it’s no surprise that letters play a subtle yet crucial role in the rising action, climax, and resolution in my current novel, A Proof of Love. And it’s one particular letter, written four decades earlier, that places the puzzle pieces together for the bond among the protagonist, Katie, and the secondary characters, Rose and Ned.

What inspired the letters in A Proof of Love? I asked myself the simple question:

What if the poignancy of Vietnam War letters and grief became the catalyst for written messages of gratitude that strengthened the relationship and elevated the happiness of the protagonist and secondary characters?

The answer to that question is in A Proof of Love.

A deep bow of gratitude to the little-known writers of journals, letters, and diaries whose words have inspired me.

Gram taught me to be independent, manage my anxieties, and have confidence in myself, showing me how to use my imagination to wiggle out of a jam or face the “grim crossroads” when confused or sad.

The first time I cried and lost it over a complicated computer problem, she said, “Be inventive, Katie! What can you do to calm down and think things through?”

We put our heads together to come up with ideas. Gram said she brewed herself a cup of tea when needing a break. Mom worked on crossword puzzles. Dad played solitaire. My one decadent delight was a FatBoy ice cream, and that’s how Gram and I hatched the plan of taking two ice cream sandwiches and hiding them under the frozen vegetables to create my private emergency stash.

“Close your eyes, breathe, take a bite, and replace the leftovers. No one will suspect anything. Our little secret. . .”

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At heart, I am a storyteller who writes women’s fiction and stories of courage and discovery, showcasing the protagonist’s journey toward a more fulfilled self.

My passion is writing women’s fiction and exploring the human experience—how ordinary people tackle challenges, endure sorrow and betrayal, wrestle with doubt, and act on their aspirations to achieve flourishing lives.

My insight into the power of fiction came during a conference call in late 2017 with a group of fellow life coaches. “What would it be like to help women and men achieve a flourishing life through storytelling?” I asked them.

After that phone call, I got started answering that question. The result was my debut novel titled Blackhorse Road, a compelling story of womanhood and the power of choice, gratitude, and forgiveness, published July 21, 2020, by Coffee Cup Press, followed by Flower Girl (2022), Flawless Witness (2023), and now A Proof of Love (2026)

Before embracing writing fiction, I was the author of health informatics and leadership textbooks. Later, I put my leadership experience to use as a leadership coach, focusing on supporting others to fulfill their leadership and economic potential. My range of nonfiction is available on my Amazon Author Page.

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Spring into Books Festival and $100 Gift Card Giveaway presented by N.N. Light's Book Heaven 💕 featuring Settling Up by Michelle D. Rayford💕 (Contemporary Romance)

2026-04-14T00:06:00.005-04:00

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Checklist for life? Completed. But Carmen Miller never imagined an affair being part of it. Yet, here she is, sneaking around with her much younger, irresistible co-worker, Braxton Frazier.

Carmen, the MBA-educated executive, and Braxton, the brilliant up-and-comer, are both entangled in a dangerous game of love and desire. But when their secret love threatens to unravel both their careers and her marriage, they must make a choice: walk away or risk everything for a chance at happiness.

With twisted fate lurking in the background, will Carmen and Braxton succumb to the temptation or find the strength to resist?

Fans of steamy office romances will devour this sinful tale of forbidden love.

This latest career setback has me glued to my desk, the Vision Trend award now an anchor of mockery. You’re still not worthy. You’ll never be enough. The mantra seems to broadcast from the dimming reflection of the setting sun outside the window.

No reason to rush home. Melvin texted he was picking up our daughter from the after-school program, and I’m in no mood to face his judgment or his delight at my failure.

I sit in this leather chair in this office I’ve worked so hard for and replay the day. Analyze every conversation over the past month. Trying to see what clues I missed. What interaction could have gone another way? How could I make them see they should’ve chosen me?

I’m fully spiraling, on the verge of an anxiety attack when there’s a knock on the door.

“Are you okay?”

Braxton stands at the threshold with his suit jacket draped over his arm and a look of concern etched on his face.

Before I can respond, he crosses the room in four long strides and pulls me from the chair. His warm embrace cocoons me with his fresh scent, and I relax before pushing him away.

“Don’t worry,” he says, bringing me back into his chest. “Everyone is gone.”

I allow myself another minute and step away again. “Why are you still here?”

Braxton runs his hands down my shoulders, easing the tension from them. “My mentor taught me to never leave before the boss. Got to show them you’re a hard worker willing to over deliver on projects, right?”

My laugh has no amusement in it as I turn to gaze out the window. “You might want to disregard everything your mentor told you. Obviously, I don’t know what I’m talking about.”

“Nonsense.” Braxton steps closer, his energy pulsing between us, causing my heartbeat to speed up. He leans close and whispers into my ear. “You’re the smartest person on this team. Corporate politics can’t dim your shine. They must have on blinders if they can’t see you.”

I turn and gaze into his hooded brown eyes, and I’m transported back to Monte Carlo. The night I won this useless award was the best and worst night of my life.

The cloudless night sky illuminated the surrounding beach, and the waves played a symphony in tune with my heartbeat. Braxton and I stood on the breezeway after disembarking from the agency yacht cruise, a perk of the annual event held by P & K. The celebratory occasion included heavy hors d’oeuvres and plenty of champagne. Everyone else caught the shuttle to the Casino de Monte Carlo, but we lagged behind.

“Congratulations again,” Braxton said. “And thanks for including me on this trip.”

“You deserved it,” I replied, waving the award between us. “You helped make this possible too.”

Braxton had only been working at the agency for six months when they were thrown together on the Seduction campaign. All the long nights and brainstorming sessions revealed an intelligent man with irresistible charm. What began as a working relationship developed into something close friends. The result was a campaign that had been more successful than any of the others to date.

“Everything okay at home?”

He’d walked in on the latest argument with Melvin-a tantrum before I left for this trip. Too many strained conversations ended while Braxton stood at my door.

And then, Braxton shrugging out of his jacket. The warmth of it seeps into my body as he places it around my shoulders.

A whisper against my ear. “Can’t have the boss lady getting cold.”

His hand on the small of my back, the tingle at the base of my spine from his touch.

“I’m here if you want to talk.”

The scent of his cologne, mixing with the sea air…sandalwood.

Me saying, “We can’t cross the line.” When I already knew we had.

Now here I am in this current moment, broken and discouraged, and this man is here for me. Again.

Braxton gives me a slow, sensual smile that showcases a dimple piercing his left cheek, and hunger causes me to lick my lips.

“Tell me what you need.”

Words aren’t sufficient for my need, so I put one hand behind his head and pull him in. One touch of his lips and the sensation sends a jolt through my body, causing me to gasp. Braxton wraps his arms around my waist, dropping his jacket to the floor. We explore each other further, and I taste the hint of mint on his tongue.

All sound fades away, and I’m lost in the pleasure of knowing this young man wants me in a way that feels foreign. This is something I don’t get at home.

Unconditional acceptance and appreciation.

A bang at the door makes us jump apart. Someone is a witness, and I see my entire career implode.

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Michelle D. Rayford is an author whose trademark stories deal with love, marriage and the messiness that comes after saying “I Do.” Her debut novel, Moment of Truth, has been applauded for its real-life characters and contemporary issues and she has short stories penned in several anthologies. Her current release, Settling Up, is part of a new series which explores the different ways we find our soulmates. Michelle lives in a Southern city with her husband and two daughters and can be reached via her website at www.michelledrayford.com.

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House of Cards by Phillippa Mann 💕 Book Blast and $10 Gift Card Giveaway 💕 (Memoir)

2026-04-13T00:07:00.037-04:00

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Surviving Munchausen by Proxy and a Mother's Web of Lies

A raw and unflinching memoir of survival, truth, and transformation. Phillippa Mann takes readers deep into the fractured world of a girl who grew up living with a monster--a world where love and fear shared the same face, and silence became a means of survival.

Through heartbreak, chaos, and betrayal, Phillippa's voice emerges from the shadows as she begins to piece together a life that was never hers to begin with. Her journey is one of courage and reckoning, of facing the unbearable truths that shaped her, and finding strength in vulnerability.

More than a story of pain, House of Cards is a testament to the power of healing and self-forgiveness. It reminds every survivor that bringing hidden truths into the light is not the end - it's the beginning of reclaiming your story and rebuilding the foundation of who you were always meant to be.

As I embarked on this new chapter of motherhood and marriage, I began to re-evaluate some of the stories I had been told since childhood. How could my dad have been in bed with another man if he was married to my mother? And if he was gay, why would he marry my stepmom and then later adopt my little brother, further building a life with her? It didn’t even make sense in my mind.

He often reminisced about our family camping trips and his visits to us. I recall wondering whether his twin brother had merely shared those memories with him and why he had not wanted to see us when we were little, as it was obviously my dad I was visiting as I got older. Eventually, I mustered the courage to initiate a conversation with him. When my baby was approximately six months old, I wrote a letter to my dad expressing my need to ask him some questions and inquiring if he would be willing to visit for a discussion. He promptly called me upon receiving the letter to arrange a time for his visit.

I had prepared a list of inquiries, including whether he had been unfaithful to my mother, if she had discovered him in bed with another person (I lacked the courage to specify it was with a man), and whether he had a twin brother named Christian. He firmly denied all these allegations. Part of me wishes I had probed further or engaged in a more profound dialogue regarding my concerns; there was so much to unravel from those topics, yet at that moment, I felt content with the answers I received. For a while, I did not dwell on it too much, as I was preoccupied with my new baby.

I returned to work a few afternoons each week, and my nan would take the bus to my home to care for my son. I recall one day returning home to find his diaper on backward, and I thought about how challenging it must have been for her to fasten the sticky tabs at the back. My nan was an incredibly kind woman, and my son was undoubtedly the apple of her eye; she clearly cherished her time spent with him, and I wish she had been around longer to watch all my children grow up.

Phillippa Mann is a Canadian author who is passionate about helping others find healing through shared experience.

Her memoir, House of Cards:

Surviving Munchausen by Proxy and a Mother's Web of Lies, explores the emotional journey of growing up in chaos and reclaiming strength through forgiveness and self-discovery.

Family is at the heart of everything Phillippa does. She and her husband share a love of creating together, and their children and grandchildren inspire her every day to live with gratitude, laughter, and purpose. When she's not writing, Phillippa can be found playing with her Corgi, Glenn, crafting handmade gifts, baking cookies and cupcakes for her family business, Sweet Lavender Designs, which she started in memory of a dear friend.

She is currently working on her next creative project, a heartwarming children's book titled Hop Hop and the Great Garden Adventure, inspired by the wonder and imagination of her grandchildren.

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The Protection Agreement by A. Akinosho 💕 New Release Tour and $25 Gift Card Giveaway 💕 (Billionaire Romantic Suspense)

2026-04-10T00:07:00.065-04:00

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He was hired to be her shield, but he never expected she’d be the one to pierce his heart.

Duty or desire—he’s sworn to keep her alive.

But staying close blurs the line.

When a threat puts her life in danger, there’s only one man capable of protecting her—a ruthless bodyguard with a fearsome reputation and loyalty carved into his bones. The problem? His family and hers are sworn enemies. And he learned to hate her last name long before he ever knew her.

This is duty.
A contract.
Nothing more.

Shared space. Constant protection.
No attachment. No temptation.

Forced proximity turns restraint into tension. Hatred softens. Awareness sharpens. Desire becomes impossible to ignore.
She’s a damsel in distress who refuses to be fragile. He’s a possessive protector bound by duty, fighting feelings he has no right to claim. Every glance is forbidden. Every moment together is a betrayal written in silence.

As enemies close in and pressure mounts, distance becomes impossible.

Because the longer he stands between her and danger, the harder it is to remember where duty ends—and desire begins.

He was sworn to keep her alive.
He just wasn’t prepared for what it would cost him.

Touch her… and die?

Bruce

Lexi returns from her room and takes the seat next to me. I’ve concluded that we are fighting a losing battle. It’s just a matter of time before the attraction between us takes over and its fiery flame burns through us. We are quiet, our eyes are trained on the movie even as I’m provocatively attune to her presence, her allure is seeping into every nook and cranny of my being. It doesn’t take long before she leans into me. I don’t move out of her reach. She’s soft and warm in my arms and my whole being is responding to her closeness. I need to get her in bed. I move her head from my shoulder.

“Hmm,” she groans. “Kiss me, Bruce,” she whispers. I pause for a moment, convinced I didn’t hear her.

“What did you say?” I ask, betting she doesn’t realize what she asked of me.

“Kiss me, Bruce,” she says, her voice barely audible. “I want you to kiss me. I took my meds.“ A chuckle escapes her “Be aware that I may not remember in the morning, so make it good so I can dream of you.” She grins, though a bit out of it.

I want her to remember, and I shouldn’t grant her request, but I’ve been dying to kiss her, so who am I to deny her request especially when she wants to dream of me. I shift positions so she’s on her back and I kiss her lips gently and she opens her mouth to let me in. I kiss her with the fervor of a starved man that I am. Her tongue swirls sweetly with mine. She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me closer and deeper to her. My tongue is seeking every inch of her mouth, my body is intensely aroused. A soft moan escapes her, it sends a charge through my body.

I can probably make love to her now and she wouldn’t stop me, but I also want her sober and consenting plus I want her to always remember us, every touch, every kiss and every thrust of me inside her. I slowly pull away. Breaking the sweet feel of our kiss.

Fuck, I just kissed Jonah’s girl and I fucking like it.

She smiles. “Goodnight, Bruce.”

She turns to her side and sleeps like she didn’t just break through every resistance shield of mine. I sigh because looking at her, I want more. I feel it in the blood thumping in my veins. My ragged breath that I fucking need to control. My hands running through my hair in exasperation of what I’ve just done. I know there’s no going back now.

Leaning down, I lift her in my arms. She giggles like a little girl. I should leave her in her room, but I’ve a need for her closeness, I can’t explain or control. I move slowly with her asleep in my arms and place her gently in my bed. She curls to her side and sleeps off. I sit on the bed for a moment watching her, “she can’t leave” the voice that slams in my head. Just as Declan’s words a while ago “when you kiss the one, you never want another” I feel the weight of what I’ve done. Kissed the one but she belongs to another man and not just any man. A man that hates my guts, paid me to keep her safe and sternly warned me not to touch her. I now know why, he made that request because he knows once I did.

He and I would be at war. Yet I find myself willing to go to war for her. Damn it

I move closer and kiss her temple, my palm gently touching her face. A giggle escapes her and I wonder if she’s dreaming of me. I cover her and get off the bed. I go into the bathroom to shower and relieve the monster awakening between my legs. I get temporary relief. Wrapping my towel around my waist. I peep to check on her. She’s knocked out. I put sleeping pants on and get in bed with her, pulling her into my arms and she doesn’t resist.

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Decisions that haunt,

Love that lingers

Anne

I’m a realist, cynical about falling in love. Until I met Declan - the rich and powerful player. With his quiet determination, he dismantled my cynicism and made me believe.

Before I know it, I’m flashing a radiant smile, dressed, and eagerly awaiting him at the altar.

Only, I got the text - "I'm not coming" – shattering my world.

Regret is a waste of time; I stand by my original convictions.

Years later, he’s back demanding a second chance, how dare he?

Declan

I shook on the agreement without hesitation because I had zero plans to marry for love. Ever.

Years later, Anne crashed into my life. I find myself craving what I thought I didn't need or want.

Unexpectedly, the agreement I made resurfaced, presenting me with a dilemma:

Marry as agreed or

Lose Anne forever.

Deal accepted, regardless of hurting Anne.

When I find Anne again, she’s engaged, far as I’m concerned, she’s still mine.

I’ll cheat, steal, and fight before I let Anne marry another.

All is fair in love and war. And this is war…hope he’s ready to fight?

The Handshake agreement is a contemporary an age gap, best friends brother, second chance romance with a Possessive MMC

The best laid plans sometimes crumble,

but fate has the perfect detour.

Ayodele

In desperate need of a solution, I’m about to lose everything—my education, my future—if I’m deported before finishing school. Osei, bless his heart, is willing to marry me, but his wandering eye would only bring more trouble than we need.

Enter Luke, my best friend’s brother, with a shocking proposal: a marriage agreement. A simple arrangement that could save us both.

He needs to escape the forced marriage his father’s pushing on him, and I need to stay in the country to finish school.

It’s a deal that works for both of us.

But neither of us expected that living together, pretending to be husband and wife, would blur the lines between what's real and what’s just part of our agreement.

I didn’t plan on falling in love with Luke, but sometimes the heart doesn’t care about the plan.

Luke

There was always a girl—a girl I couldn’t get out of my head. When I finally find her, she’s with the one person I could never betray—my brother.

I’ve kept my distance, believing that Ayodele was off-limits, only to learn she’s only my brother’s best friend. But crossing that line still felt forbidden. So, I’ve watched her quietly, wanting what I thought I could never have.

Now, she desperately needs help, and I see a way to help her—and myself. A fake marriage would solve both our problems. She stays to finish school, and I escape the loveless match my father is forcing me into.

It’s the perfect solution.

Or so I thought. What was supposed to be just an agreement is becoming something else entirely. The connection I’ve tried to deny is impossible to ignore, and keeping my distance is no longer an option.

Maybe this was never supposed to be a plan, because, neither of us is sticking to the plan.

No problem, right?

One apartment. One fake boyfriend. One agreement waiting to be broken.

Makayla:

I’m tired of my dad playing matchmaker.

As a music teacher juggling life with sickle cell disease, I don’t have time—or energy—for forced dinner dates with “eligible men.”

So, I come up with a plan: find a fake boyfriend, let him move in, and make it believable.

Daniel was never supposed to say yes.

He’s a grumpy, emotionally walled-off lawyer who hates chaos and clings to solitude.

But now he’s in my apartment—tall, brooding, infuriatingly neat—and fitting into my world way too easily.

I don’t believe in love. Not when life has taught me it rarely sticks around.

But something about him feels dangerously real.

Daniel:

Something about her captured my attention the moment I met her.

I knew I was in trouble.

Controlled and always alone—that’s who I’ve been.

But I said yes before I could stop myself.

Because moving into her tea-scented, music-filled home was the only way I could be close to her.

She’s sunshine and sharp edges. She hums while stirring honey into her cup and smiles through pain like it’s nothing.

This was supposed to be pretend.

But with every stolen glance and late-night conversation, the line between real and fake keeps slipping.

She doesn’t believe in love.

I never thought it was possible.

But living with her is rewriting everything I thought I knew—

And walking away might not be an option.

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Can’t Shoot Whiskey by Zoe Forward 💕 New Release Blitz and $30 Gift Card Giveaway 💕(Romantic Comedy)

2026-04-10T00:06:00.030-04:00

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Avoiding him?

Impossible.

Forgetting what we were?

Laughable.

Josh Hurst was supposed to be my forever. Instead, he became the villain in my origin story.

I gave him my heart. He broke it without flinching. So, I did what any self-respecting, heart-shattered girl would do—I declared war.

Our revenge game? Legendary.

Until I left for college and swore I’d never look back.

But life doesn’t care about vows made in the dark.

When my father dies unexpectedly, I’m dragged back to the hometown I outgrew, handed guardianship of my grieving kid brother, and forced to take over my father’s struggling veterinary clinic.

And waiting for me—like karma with a smirk—is Josh.

Not as a memory.

Not as a ghost.

But as my new business partner.

Avoiding him? Impossible.

Forgetting what we were? Laughable.

He still looks at me like I’m his. Like we’re a story paused instead of over. Like one spark is all it would take.

And God help me, the spark is still there.

But we don’t do soft. We don’t do safe.

We do oil and fire. War and wreckage.

Whatever we once were—

Whatever we still could be—

We’re enemies.

And this time, nobody’s walking away unburned.

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• Enemies to lovers veterinary romance

• Banter, burn, and boiling tension

• Alpha hero with a broken past

• Fierce heroine who gives as good as she gets

• Emotional depth under the snark

• Slow burn ➜ full combustion

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Enemies to lovers

Second chance romance

Veterinary romance

Workplace romance

Working with the Ex

Single parent

Childhood sweetheart

Emotional scars and dark secret

It will never work

I tugged at my hair. “Haven’t you done enough to mess up my life?”

“Enough?” Her eyes narrowed. She pushed away from the side of the building. “It’ll never be enough. I was there when you lost your brother. You helped me get through me losing my mother two years ago. You spent months doing all that stuff to convince me we should go out. Months of romantic bullshit. I thought you were my always and whenever, but you’re not.”

The hurt in my chest was so much I could barely breathe.

She whispered, “You cheated on me the day before prom. How is it possible you turned into an asshole overnight?”

I had to.

I never wanted to let her go. Even thinking about it felt like my ribs were caving in. I skipped prom last weekend—not because I didn’t want to go, but because the thought of seeing her there with someone else, smiling like nothing had happened, would’ve broken me.

She kept going, voice shaking but sharp enough to cut. “I caught you sucking face with—with Milly.” She practically spat the name. “Of all people—her? She’s hated me since seventh grade.” Her breath hitched. “My pity date to prom wouldn’t even dance with me. Drew just stood there like a coward while I pretended I couldn’t see everyone staring.” Her eyes glistened, but her smile was bitter. “And for the record? Drew kisses better than you ever did.”

“Does he?” Every other concern in my head dropped away. Drew kissed my girl? I would beat the hell out of him after the game, regardless of being friends and teammates. The dart of her eyes told me she lied about it being good. “You didn’t like it. That’s why you wanted me to kiss you right now. You needed a reminder of what it’s like to be kissed right.”

She whispered. “I’ll never forgive you for kissing her.”

At least she didn’t deny our kiss was better.

“This revenge shit stops now.” I held up my hands. “Enough. This ends now.”

“I was never enough for you.” Her voice trembled with fury and something far more dangerous.

Her gaze dragged down my bare chest, lingering like a touch that never quite landed. A small smile tugged at her lips.

I glanced down.

Crap. I’d forgotten I wasn’t dressed.

Baseball underwear. Blue knee-high socks. No shoes. The pale skin usually hidden under my baseball pants dared the sun to burn it.

Erika always had a way of making me lose my sanity.

The gym door clicked shut behind me. The prop had slipped.

“No!” I lunged for the handle and yanked, but it wouldn’t budge. Locked. Completely locked.

Panic shot through me like electricity. I slammed both fists against the metal, the sound echoing back at me in a hollow, mocking boom.

Today wasn’t just another game. It was the game—the most important one of my life. College scouts sat in those bleachers right now, ready to decide whether I’d leave with a full-ride future or nothing but a pat on the back and a maybe-next-year.

I pounded the door once more and turned slowly. “This is your fault. How could you do this to me?”

She whispered, “Is there another way in?”

“It’s locked.” I pointed at the door. “That’s it.”

“It’s not my fault you ran out here wearing that.” Her gaze darted down my body again. “There’s got to be a coach or someone still here.”

“Everyone’s at the field. And I’m in…” I gestured to my underwear and socks. “Give me your phone. I’ll call someone to help.”

“I don’t have my phone.”

“You owe me this. You’re never without it.” I held out my hand. “Give it. Now.”

She dropped her head. “My dad took it away after he found out the lab fire was my fault.” She clasped her hands. “I can go get my car and drive you down to the field or look for someone to unlock the door.”

“That’ll take too long.” I ground the words out between clenched teeth, my jaw aching. “This was a step too far. Nobody is ever going to forget me showing up naked to the biggest game of my life.”

My pulse hammered in my throat, fury drowning out everything else.

“You wanted war, Erika?” I snarled. “Well, congratulations. You just got it.”

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Zoe lives in the South with a lively menagerie of four-legged beasts and two slightly wild kids.

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Tap Out by Rylee Dare 💕 Cover Reveal and $10 Gift Card Giveaway 💕 (MMA Romance)

2026-04-10T00:05:00.095-04:00

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Are You Ready To Rumble?

Torin

I achieved one dream while I screwed up another, but I was going to reclaim my Spitfire, and no one could stop me. She was still mine.

Diem

I’d been burned by men one too many times. So, yeah, it was better to forget about all of them because I’d never find what I truly wanted in a relationship. The elusive fairytale ending was just that. In real life, it didn’t exist.

Soren

The moment I saw a leather-clad goddess strut into my nightclub with a beast of a man, I knew I’d do anything to have her. The thing was, she insisted she was done with men and said my pursuit was a waste of time.

Ha! We’d see about that.

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No stranger to pain, Torin “The Tornado” Correy had been hit by the best and never once tapped out. Yet, a little wisp of a thing accomplished that impossible feat with nothing but a strappy pink shoe. Like a Cinderella from a ball for the criminally insane, she fled the instant Big Ben struck midnight—leaving her weapon behind.

Have you ever heard the phrase, “It was love at first sight?” Yeah, that doesn’t really apply here since for Diem and Tor, it was lust at first fight.

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