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Blurb

Ben Lawson is making a comeback…

After a few tabloid headlines, they think they know me. They don’t know a damn thing.  As CEO of a movie production company, I’ll show them who I really am when we hit it big at the box office. My ex thought her smear tactics would ruin me, but I’m unbreakable. Rising from the debris, I swore I’d never let a woman distract me like that again. But then, my leading actress walked on the set and changed everything.

Seductive, sexy, and unapologetic, Aria Rose could break me. I wanted to help her, protect her…love her. Instead, I destroyed her.

Aria Rose is baring it all….

I knew better.  I knew not to trust another Hollywood heartthrob with a reputation like his. He was my boss and became my ruin. I should have stayed far away from him. Ben Lawson promised me the world.  He even promised me his heart.

 

But he destroyed everything–my heart, my career, us.

 

Excerpt

“Aria?” A deep voice cut through the crisp nighttime air.

She turned to see Ben approaching her, the shadows from the upper deck of the yacht moving across his face as he came closer. “Oh. Hi, Mr. Lawson.”

“Please, like I said, call me Ben,” he reiterated, leaning against the railing next to her.

“Right. Ben. Sorry, the last exec wasn’t quite so…”

His lips curved into a smile. “So, what?”

She wasn’t sure what to say, because her honest answer was sexy. That didn’t seem like the best thing to a man who now funded and controlled her film. “Approachable?”

Ben laughed—a deep chuckle that she felt vibrate through her bones. “I hope that’s a good thing.”

“It definitely is,” she assured him, placing a hand on his arm. The moment she touched him, she pulled back, immediately embarrassed.

He. Is. My. Boss. Get it together, Aria.

He didn’t chide her, or look uncomfortable, which she took as a good sign.

Aria returned to her original position beside him, and they stared out at the darkened water lapping the sides of all the boats docked around.

“Want to hear something funny?” Aria finally broke the silence, but kept her voice low. So low, he had to lean in to hear her.

“Tell me.”

“My parents met in this very marina. She was a caterer and he was a deckhand—still teenagers. Barely old enough to know who they were, let alone what they wanted out of life. Still, they knew what love was when they stumbled upon it, and they knew enough to never let go.” Aria’s heart beat a little faster, warming at the memories.

“Wow. Are they still together?”

Aria nodded. “Barely spent a day apart since. My mother is actually my manager, and she works insanely hard for me, but my father always comes first. He’s the love of her life.”

“Love like that is special. Rare.”

“Is it?” Aria tilted her head to the side. “I’m not sure it’s as rare as it is a choice, a commitment, and the strength to follow through each and every day. There were times they could have given up—maybe lived an easier life with someone else—but they made a decision that this was the love they wanted, this was the life they wanted, and in that choice comes a confidence, a happiness, that most people deny themselves.”

Ben was quiet for a minute. Finally, he inhaled loudly, then blew it out in one long breath. “That’s really beautiful, Aria. Hits a bit close to home, I have to admit.”

“I’m sorry.” Aria frowned, turning to face him and just leaving one elbow on the railing. “I didn’t mean—”

He shook his head. “No, it’s fine. I just finished going through a divorce about six months ago, though we’d separated the year before that. I think you’re right—love is a choice. Making love work is a choice. And yet…if it’s not with the right person, then it’s the wrong choice.”

“Soul mates.” Aria raised one brow. “You believe in that?”

Ben stared at her for a moment…a long moment. The kind of moment that made her shift her weight from one leg to the other, her skin heating under his gaze. “Yes. I believe in soul mates.”

She tilted her chin up ever so slightly, going for lightheartedness. “Well, we all have our flaws. You couldn’t be entirely perfect.”

Ben laughed again. “Believing in soul mates is a flaw?”

“Buying what you’re selling is definitely a flaw. You’re a movie producer, so you sell fantasy to the world.”

“I think we can have the fantasy.” His eyes danced, but his smile was gone. “Don’t you want the fantasy?”

Aria turned back to the ocean, looking out at the waves. This was too much, too real, too soon with a man she barely knew. A man who was pretty much her boss. “Who wouldn’t want the fantasy?” she said dismissively. “Some would say I’m already living it.”

“That’s certainly true. Everyone on this yacht, everyone in this city…Hollywood. It’s all a fantasy of some sort.” Something in his tone sounded so…sad? A small ache pulled at her heart, and she felt like they’d opened the door to something different. Something different than studio exec and actress. Something more than strangers who just met today.

Her humanity connected to his, and they were just two people standing on a boat wishing it could float them away from their picture-perfect lives.

“Do you know why I love Scarlet’s Letters?” she said softly, her voice barely above the whistle of the wind around them.

He stepped closer, his elbow pressed against hers on the railing now. “Why?”

“It’s something I can be proud of. A story I’m proud to tell. The strength of a woman in wartime, a French woman saving innocent people during the Holocaust…a woman picking her truth over a man, over love. Have you read the script?”

Ben nodded. “I have. Two years ago, when it was making the rounds. It’s powerful, and from what I’ve seen, you do an amazing job in it.”

“Thank you. When I first saw this script—or rather, read the book it’s based on—I knew I had to play this part. No matter what I had to give up. This was mine.”

She’d never connected to anything more than she had this script. It was empowering, and taught courage in the toughest of circumstances. It was a tiny snapshot of a much larger scale event, showing the decisions and atrocities suffered at such a human, personal level. It was a woman denying her own privilege and luxury to help fellow humans who didn’t have that reach.

“The way you talk about it…I’m jealous,” Ben admitted.

That got Aria’s attention, and she turned to face him. “Jealous? Of what?”

He pushed off the railing, looking up at the stars before settling on her gaze. “Passion. Excitement. Purpose. You know what you want. You know who you are and what your goals are.”

“And you don’t?” He had to be nearly thirty, if not over. Striking and fresh faced, but his features still said experience. Aria was only in her twenties, but at times she felt decades older.

Ben shook his head. “I thought I did. I built a life. Got married. Worked my way up in Maguire Industries. Everything was mapped out. Everything was…easy.”

The ache from earlier was back, the sadness in his voice. Aria placed her hand on his forearm, a comforting gesture. Partly for him, but mostly for her. She needed a physical connection when they were connecting on so much more.

“What happened?” she pried, squeezing his arm ever so slightly.

Ben looked down at her hand, his eyes lingering. He didn’t move or pull away, and when he lifted his head to face her again, there was a need in his eyes that made her insides heat. “The woman I trusted with all my secrets? She sold them to the highest bidder the moment I wasn’t able to be a stepping stone for her career.”

Aria didn’t reply, sensing there was more.

“She used every connection she had to get me blacklisted. Took everything. Now Maguire Industries acquired Shepherd Films, expecting me to fail. Pushing me out.”

“Not many would call being the CEO of a film studio a demotion,” Aria pointed out.

“When you’re used to being the landscaper, it’s hard to become the rose.”

Aria laughed, letting go of his arm. “First, soul mates. Now, roses. You’re a poetic man, Ben Lawson. A true romantic.”

Suddenly, his fingers intertwined with hers, pulling her to him. Pressing her body to his, chest to chest, heartbeat to heartbeat. His eyes never left hers, and she watched him wrestle with something…doubt, uncertainty. As if he didn’t know why he’d just hugged her to him, but then need. Pure need darkened his eyes as something deeper pushed the rest away.

Her breath was lost as she concentrated on standing, her knees already threatening to buckle. She’d taken every second of the journey with him, and now she wanted more. Something about the way he smelled ignited every nerve ending in her body. The way he held her, one arm wrapped around her back, was so secure, so comfortable, so protective, so intimately. No one had ever held her like that in her entire life.

She didn’t want him to let go.

He was fire. She wanted to leap into his flames.

“And what are you, Aria Rose?” Ben’s fingers tipped her chin upward, her eyes finding his. “Who are you?”

The words rumbled in his chest, vibrating against him as he spoke. There was a genuineness to it that terrified her, unnerved her, and completely overwhelmed her. Their souls were laid bare and he was asking for more.

A perfect stranger. A moment of truth. An absolute mistake.

She couldn’t do it. Her walls shot up and she let go of him, fear coursing through her. “I’m an actress, Mr. Lawson. Just an actress.”

And just so much more.

 

About the Author

Sarah Robinson is a native of the Washington, DC area and has both her Bachelors and Masters Degrees in clinical and forensic psychology. She is married to a wonderful man who is just as much of an animal rescue enthusiast as she is. Together, they own a zoo of rescues, as well as volunteering and fostering for multiple animal shelters.

 

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Dangerous Fling by Crystal Kaswell

He’s my rock star crush, my go-to fantasy. And he’s offering to make all my dreams come true…

 

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Lacey

Malcolm Strong is the perfect rock star wet dream.

Broad shoulders, inked arms, those piercing blue eyes….

His words are poetry.

His voice is s*x.

He could have any woman he wants.

And he wants me.

No feelings.

No strings attached.

I’m game.

But my heart won’t get in line.

 

Mal

Lacey is as sweet as she is sassy.

Her innocent brown eyes call all my attention.

She’s supposed to be working on our music video.

Which means I’m not supposed to be picturing her naked.

Spread eagle.

Screaming my name loud enough to wake the neighbors.

I only have one rule: this is staying physical.

But there’s something about Lacey…

I want her heart as much as I want her body.

 

***Dangerous Fling is a standalone romance set within the Dangerous Noise series***

EXCERPT

I’m not supposed to get ideas about Mal and I being together.

About this being more than sex.

But my head is flush with thoughts of the future. Of more. Of all of him.

His gaze shifts from my eyes to my lips to my chest. “Where has that dress been?”

“Waiting for a nice occasion.” I push past the flush in my cheeks. “I don’t think I’ve ever worn it.”

“Why’d you buy it?” His eyes lock with mine. “Not that I’m complaining.”

“Every so often, I get these ideas of some fantasy life I could lead. Maybe it’s the filmmaker dreamer thing. This one… well, it came with these heels and black lace lingerie.”

He raises a brow like he’s considering demanding a look at said lingerie.

“I thought, maybe, this would make Adam want me.” I pressed my lips together. Already, I can feel the sting of rejection in my fingertips. I can taste its bitterness on my tongue. “It didn’t.”

“That’s on him.”

I swallow hard. “Maybe.”

Mal’s voice drops an octave. “Lacey, tell me what I have to do to convince you he was an idiot and I’ll do it.”

“I don’t know.”

“You were right to leave.”

My breath catches in my throat. This is not the conversation I want to have right now. Already, my skin is crawling. “I don’t know—”

“I do.” He shifts out of his side of the booth and slides next to me. His knee presses against mine. His fingertips skim the hem of my dress.

Thoughts slip away at an alarming rate.

I can’t think with Mal this close.

God, he smells good.

He leans down to bring his lips to my ear. “You have any idea how much you drive me out of my mind?”

“No,” I breathe. I’m not sure I have any ideas right now. I’m not sure I’ll ever have another idea with the way my thoughts are screaming Need. Mal. Now.

He wants me.

Even though it’s clear as day, it feels impossible.

“I was hard the entire drive to your place.” He pushes my dress up a few inches. His fingertips skim my inner thigh. “Thinking about sliding my hand between your legs.” He drags his fingertips higher. “Thinking about driving my fingers into your slick cunt.”

I shudder from his touch.

“Thinking about bending you over my knee and rolling your dress to your waist…” He presses his lips to my neck with a soft kiss. Then a hard one.

His fingers mover higher, higher, almost. Fuck.

“Mal,” I breathe.

“You want me to spank you, baby?”

“I… yes, I think so.”

“To tie you up?”

I nod.

He drags his lips over the edge of my jaw as he pulls back. His blue eyes fix on me. He studies my expression like it’s poetry. “You liked the mix of pain and pleasure.”

My cheeks flush. My sex clenches.

Mal’s pupils dilate. I’m reacting to him. He’s reacting to me. It’s fucking poetry.

He rubs me over my panties. His expression screams I bet you wish you followed orders right now.

“I love how earnest you are about this.” His voice is a low growl. “It drives me out of my mind.”

“Really?”

“Joel always says I like ingenues.”

“Do you?”

“I like you.” He drags his lips over my neck. “You’re the sexiest woman in the entire universe. You should feel it.”

I swallow hard.

“I’m going to make you feel like you deserve every drop of my desire.” He strokes me over my panties. “I want to make you feel so much pleasure you can’t take it, Lacey.”

God, that impossibly soft touch, the heat of his breath, the low, demanding voice… It’s official. Mal’s a sex god. My fantasies were right.

 

Meet Crystal

Crystal Kaswell is the author of the Sinful Serenade series. She writes steamy new adult romance with flawed characters. She loves police procedurals, tea, and The Hunger Games series. She lives in Portland, OR with her husband.

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Loving Jade Excerpt!

Loving Jade, the final book in The Riverstone Series by Roya Carmen, releases May 25. Read on for an excerpt!

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His eyes drink me in, his gaze slowly tracing the curves of my body. I feel naked. I don’t want him to look at me this way. He leans back into the sofa, stretching his long legs. “You’re beautiful.”

The slow sensual music fills the room. It stifles me, steals my breath. I close my eyes. I don’t want to see his eyes on me. Yet, I still feel them.

I feel him stand. I open my eyes to see him closing the distance between us. He takes my hand in his. My hands are clammy but I don’t think he cares. He pulls me to him. “Can I have this dance?” He wraps an arm around my back and presses a hand on my shoulder. We go through the motions and move to the rhythm of the music. My pulse is racing. I feel trapped.

He presses his face against the top of my head. “I’ve missed you so much, Jade.”

Another slow circle.

“Did you miss me, Jade?”

My mouth is dry. I can’t utter a single word.

“Did you miss me, Jade?” he asks again.

“Y-yes,” I finally manage, my voice as meek as a mouse’s.

I feel the weight of him as he leans into me and presses his mouth against the bend of my neck. He bites my flesh gently. I used to love this – I would absolutely melt.

I’m still frozen when he moves down to my shoulder. He licks a slow line from my shoulder along the curve of my neck, a familiar dance of seduction.  

I want to pull away but he still holds me in his arms, and still, despite the fact that I’m stronger than I used to be, I feel so small in his arms.

He drops to his knees. He’s at my feet, desperate. “I want you so much,” he says softly.

I press a hand on his shoulder. “We… we can’t, Michael,” I say, my words unsteady. I really don’t want to upset him. “We’re not together anymore.”

A flicker of anger flashes across his dark eyes. He slides a hand up my leg and grabs the flesh hard. “As far as I’m concerned, we still are… together. I’m afraid you have no choice, princess.”

I know I don’t.

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