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Title: My Madame Series: Cameo Gentlemen's Club #1
Author: Savvi V
Genre: Sexy Contemporary Romance Release Date: September 20, 2019
The king of
the Vegas underworld may have everyone else fooled with his dark, brooding
eyes, hard body, and expensive suits, but not me.
Gideon Kane back when he was a mere prince under his father’s twisted thumb.
Back when he wanted nothing more than to escape that legacy and this town, and
take me with him . . .
of the elite Cameo Gentlemen’s Club, I was raised in a world of sensual
pleasures and sinful fantasies. My own tarnished legacy, created by strong,
independent women who understood where true power lies.
happened to be in business with the mob.
stupidly fell for the heir to that empire, heart and soul.
ancient history now that I’m at the helm of Cameo and someone is viciously
murdering my dancers and escorts. It’s my bad luck that Gideon’s organization
heads up my security, so I’m forced to work with him until this killer is
brought to justice—or until I spontaneously combust from the sizzling chemistry
we still can’t escape.
Sex is just
sex, however. And nobody said a thing about love. Or trust. After all, the
princess learned a few tricks from her prince once upon a time . . .
“So, I’m the devil now?” he asked, slow strolling around the hood,
tieless, his shirt still untucked. His hair sticking up in spikes from my
fingers clawing through it.
“Interesting that you assumed I meant you,” I said, lifting my chin and
pulling his jacket tighter around me.
There was a long pause in which tired eyes locked in some last-ditch
effort at battle before he conceded and stopped just out of touching distance.
“Is that what you think it was up there?” he asked, crossing his arms over his
chest. Good arms. Stop looking at his
arms. “Some sort of payment for services?”
“No,” I said on a bitter laugh. “I was told earlier that I’m too proper
One eyebrow raised. “Whoever finds you proper didn’t see you half an hour
I licked my lips, ignoring the heat that memory sent through me. “I don’t
know what that was, Gideon,” I said. “Anger. Grief. Letting off steam.”
“Lust,” he quipped.
“Closure,” he echoed, drawing the word out as the surprise played through
his features, circling something almost real before landing back on arrogance.
“Interesting that you assume it won’t
happen again—Miss Vaughn.”
I crossed my arms as well, letting the jacket drift open. Letting his
gaze slide over what was left of my clothing and everything he’d filled his
hands with earlier. My inner muscles tightened as tiny fires igniting along my
flesh. Part of me wanted to slap that smug look off his face so hard that he’d
choke on that Miss Vaughn comeback of
his and forget my name entirely, but I could still smell him on me, and it was
When his eyes came back up to meet mine, they were darker, glazed over,
and all that was stupid inside me couldn’t help but wonder if his cock was hard
I was f*cking doomed.
So, I stepped closer.
“Well, I can promise you this much,” I said, trailing a finger down his
torso and tugging on a shirttail. “Keep calling me that, and it definitely
won’t happen again.”
I caught the slightest hint of a tug at his lips as I turned and
sauntered up the sidewalk.
Yeah, game on.
Unless he followed me, but I wasn’t about to turn back around.
Ten steps. Fourteen. Nineteen steps I counted until I entered the
building and walked in, shutting Gideon Kane on the other side.
“F*ck, Charli, what are you playing at?” I whispered, sagging against the
Savvi V is a dynamic writing duo of two friends who came
together over their shared love of hot, alpha heroes, feisty, smart-mouthed
heroines, and smexy, melt-your-panties romance. We also love ogling tatted up
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the fun because it's all about the V with us!
LA Fiore is a hybrid author of thirteen novels. She believes
in a happily ever after, but she likes to make her readers work for it. When
she's not writing, she can usually be found in the garden or hanging on the
deck with her family and friends. She lives in Bucks County, Pennsylvania with
her husband and two kids and their four fur babies.
Anthony started writing years ago as a hobby, but it quickly
turned into a passion. He first began publishing under the name, Kane Caldwell,
but has since changed the name he will continue publishing under. He is the
epitome of a country boy with jeans, t-shirt, hat (No, not a cowboy hat. Lol),
scruffy face, work boots on, driving his truck and definitely not a guy you'd
picture writing romance. Anthony works in the construction business where he
runs his own crew. He has two awesome boys, and an amazing woman that keeps him
on the edge. He drinks way too much coffee and probably curses in one day
what others curse in their lifetime. Lol! Anthony resides in the south
where the weather is warm but most times sweltering hot. During down time, he
loves to be surrounded by family, friends, great food, or engrossed in a good
book. And of course, putting his imagination to work, where reality and fantasy
They wanted a girl quickly so they chose an
orphanage where no one would ask questions.
They planned to use her until she was pregnant…
Instead they got twenty-one-year-old American Starla
When the Russian Mafia invades the orphanage where she lives, in the
middle of the night, throwing the nuns who raised her, into a petrified frenzy,
it’s Starla who is chosen as the only one who could possibly survive the Bratva
and their demands.
But in spite of her own fear of the three massive, glowering and scary
men, Starla has to think and act fast…
With her heart thundering in her chest, her body on fire at their
presence alone, she sees an opportunity, something that might help the other
girls at the impoverished orphanage at a chance of a better life. She lays out
her only condition.
has been hooked on romance since her teens and couldn’t wait to grow up and
write her own romance novels. Her books usually feature a spirited heroine, and
at least two… sometimes more incredibly hot heroes.
favorites pastimes include her husband, her dog, and books. Her biggest fear is
running out of coffee or her imagination.
Mom rushes into the room, moving the man aside, her face coming so close,
my eyes losing focus. I want to look at her. Want to beg her to make him leave.
Want to yell and scream and claw my way out of this bed to get away.
“Lily! Lily! It’s Mommy. I’m here, sweetie. I’m here.” Her hand goes to
mine, clasping it like she has a million times before.
This time, I squeeze. I will it. I close my eyes and send the full force
of the universe’s sense of mercy into one impulse, one set of muscle fibers,
one aching, desperate movement.
“TOM!” Mom gasps. “She squeezed my hand! Lily, did you squeeze my hand on
purpose? Do it once for yes, twice for no!”
I squeeze once.
“Oh, Lord, thank you!” Mom babbles, tears rolling down her face,
splattering on my cheek, stinging where the tape pulls my skin. “Squeeze twice
if you want to see Daddy!”
“She’s awake ! She’s coming out of it! My Lily is waking up!” Mom shouts.
“We have to tell everyone! We have to keep her awake. Tom! Doctor! Help!”
I look behind her. A crew of white lab coats has appeared, jabbering. And
next to them, the man in dark clothes. I know I can squeeze.
I know it is light. I know it is.
I know something else, too.
I know who that man is.
Because that is the man who shot me in the head.
The man who wants me dead.
And his eyes are staring right into my soul.
Title: False Hope
Series: The False Series #2
Author: Meli Raine
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Narrators: Andi Arndt & Sebastian York
Release Date: August 31, 2019
She thinks she’s fooled me. But I’ve known all along.
Lily is hiding something, a secret so big, she came out of a year-long
coma and her first instinct was to lie.
Who does that? Someone who is afraid. No—not afraid.
Terrified. And it’s my job to take that fear away.
My partner and I have spent countless man-hours hunting down the
cold-blooded killer who did this to her. Meanwhile, Lily’s spent her waking
hours recovering. Getting stronger. Getting smarter.
Never get involved emotionally. That’s my dictate. Never get attached.
When you realize you’re caught in a triangle, it turns out there is no
Crossing a line is easy. Holding a line takes strength.
Lily’s shooter knows that she’s my weakness.
And he’s about to exploit that by breaking a line and escaping, claiming
a hostage in the process.
One I have to get back.
No matter what it takes.
False Hope is book 2 in the False trilogy by USA Today bestselling author
If unicorns had a flavor, it would taste like kissing Lily.
Her essence is still on the tip of my tongue as I watch the layered
response Lily has mastered. Observe her as that beautiful mind works to line
all the pieces up and execute the subterfuge, living in two selves, one ever
vigilant, one struggling to stay quiet.
For months now, I’ve felt it. Sensed it.
Now I can taste it, too. Lies have a flavor.
And God help me, I want more of the deliciousness of Lily.
But those lies come with an aftertaste, a bitter acrimony that has an
My own words ring in the air like a gong as I wait: When were you
going to tell me you've been faking the amnesia, Lily? Before or after I sleep
“Sleep with me?” she squeaks, the words catching me off guard. I assumed
she’d deny the lying.
Not talk about my fantasies.
“You want to talk about that?” I choke out, amused and
sickened. “You’ve been lying to me for close to a year and all you want to talk
about is sleeping with me?”
“You brought it up!”
She’s got me there.
“How about this fake amnesia bullshit, Lily? How about we talk about that before
we discuss getting sweet between the sheets?”
I get hard.
This—this is why I should have recused myself from this
damned assignment long ago. I knew this day would come. I knew I’d have to call
her on the lying.
Worse than that—I knew I wouldn’t be able to help myself.
Title: False Start
Series: The False Series #3
Author: Meli Raine
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Narrators: Andi Arndt & Sebastian York
Release Date: September 17, 2019
This isn't how my life is supposed to end.
Then again, a case of mistaken identity got me here. No one is ever who
we think they are. Especially my kidnapper, a man whose entire life is designed
Powerful people want my rescuer to die. I'm just a lure. A pawn. An
But objects hold meaning. Emotions attach themselves without logic.
I now know that Duff will do everything to protect me.
If he gets here in time. And if I can hold on long enough.
Because my body can only handle so much. Pushed to the limits, it's
finally giving out. Giving way.
I know Duff, though.
He never will.
Read the stunning conclusion to USA Today bestselling author Meli Raine’s
False series, told from both Lily and Duff’s points of view.
locked in a room with a dead body is not on my bucket list.
locked in a room with a faceless corpse, the dim light making his exposed,
bloody skull bones gleam like rubies, is definitely not on my wish list.
that wants to come out turns inward, helplessness stopping it somewhere in my
chest, comforted by my heart, which only wants it to go quiet. Screaming won't
fix this. I can't find an escape by making noise.
a way of dominating.
I look down
at the dead man.
very, very real.
gently on the chaise, taking the deepest breath I can, holding it for too long.
Suspending myself in time and space feels like the only out. I can't actually leave.
Second best is closing off my air supply, shutting my eyelids, not moving.
Freezing in place gives me an illusion to grasp, the fleeting seconds
slides under a throw pillow. The cool haven of hidden fabric makes me shiver.
spider, all too familiar, comes off the pillow my hand is under.
me shiver even more.
I jump up,
shocked by the intrusion of another living being.
calls out to me.
crawls down one leg of the chaise, then makes its way dispassionately along the
tip of the dead guy's shoe.
In order to
get to the door, I have to go around the dead body. In order to move, I have to
feel the sensation of his blood on my skin. When I bend my arm, the dried blood
on my shoulders and neck crackles. It puckers, like child's glue spread over
skin and allowed to dry for fun. For amusement.
anything but amusing.
writes romantic suspense with hot bikers, intense undercover DEA agents, bad
boys turned good, and Special Ops heroes — and the women who love them. Meli
rode her first motorcycle when she was five years old, but she played in the
ocean long before that. She lives in New England with her family.