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The Vampire's Mail-Order Bride is now live!

5/10/2020

When MY "ANCIENT" VAMPIRE MASTER TURNS UP ALL GORGEOUS AND SEXY RATHER THAN OLD AND KIND, I KNOW IT'S TIME TO LEAVE. HE'D NEVER WANT SOMEONE LIKE ME.

Rhapsody is Not Normal. But her vampire Master doesn't seem to mind, and his letters for her remain kind, funny, and charming. Seeing that she finally has a chance to be happy, Rhapsody can’t wait to join him in Chalys, a modern-day kingdom that follows Regency customs and inhabited by vampires, shapeshifters, and demons...until she discovers a horrifying truth.

Her Master turns out to be none other than the strikingly virile Marquis of Sangre, who also happens to be the ruler of the vampire race.

Realizing it's impossible for her to be the marquis' pet and heart keeper, Rhapsody resolves to break their arrangement...but a mysterious murder, a missing tourist, and school gossip stand in her way. Even worse, her Master doesn't seem inclined to let her go, and wait...what is this she's feeling?

Is this what her demon-fighting therapist calls...love?

Twilight goes dark and steamy with a murderously exciting Regency twist
in this fun and fast-paced over the top urban fantasy.
If you want to forget the real world fascinatingly immersive world to escape to, you'll need to give this book a try!

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LAST EXCERPT BEFORE THE VAMPIRE'S MAIL-ORDER BRIDE GOES LIVE!

4/27/2020

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Enjoy another excerpt before this book goes live. ;)

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THE VAMPIRE'S MAIL-ORDER BRIDE: AN EXCERPT

4/23/2020

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Oblivious to the chaotic flurry of activity taking place within the walls of her school, Rhapsody, seated under the shade, had her head bent over notepad while absently tapping on the blank page with her pen. Already on her twenty-seventh attempt, she was still no closer to finding the ideal words to impart...

I know you know I am Not Normal. It must therefore have been clear to you from the very start that making me your pet and heartkeeper would be A Terrible Mistake.

No, no, no. To write such words would be akin to begging for his lordship's pity, and that would not do. Her Master was an exceptionally kindhearted man. He would never set himself free of her if he believed his departure would cause her the slightest bit of sorrow.

It shames me to admit that I Did Not Completely Understand the duties and responsibilities of being your pet and heartkeeper. It was only when I witnessed the interactions between Lady Zari and Lord Alexandru, your brother, that I realized how Grossly Mistaken I was about my role.

Rhapsody nearly gagged at what she wrote and quickly flipped to the next page in a rare fit of frustration. Why, it was almost as if she was begging her Master to prove her wrong - when that was not the case at all!
She knew - and had long accepted - that she was not the kind of girl men would fall in love with, and most especially not men like her most precious Master.
Vainly she had waited for her Master to break the contract between them, as what was only proper, but two years had already passed, and still she remained under his care.
It was as if her Master was prepared to suffer for her shortcomings, and Rhapsody could not in good conscience allow such a thing to happen. This letter should ensure that her Master would find someone better. Or at least it should do so...if she could only figure out just what to write exactly.

Dear Master,
It has long been made clear to me by A Credible Source that I am Without the Necessary Womanly Assets to properly Stir A Gentleman's Interest. It is therefore best that his lordship---

Rhapsody's head snapped up as an unexpected sound interrupted the silent stillness of the air around her.
Someone was coming.

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MY BOSS' BEST FRIEND: FREE TO DOWNLOAD UNTIL APRIL 12!

4/8/2020

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27-year-old Jane Cooper is a plain Jane who can't say no to dares...

Jane has always known what she is and isn't: presentable but no beauty queen, smart but not a genius, reliable but never a go-getter. Everyone thinks they know what to expect from her…except they don’t.
For one thing, Jane can’t say no to dares.
Which is why when her friends dare Jane to make out with a stranger---
She does it...and one thing leads to another until she somehow ends up engaged to a smoking-hot British billionaire, who turns out to be the best friend of her boss, who also happens to be another billionaire...who wants her, too?

Note: This book was previously published as The Marriage Dare. This is a steamy, insta-love, semi-angsty romance with a happy ever after.

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SNEAK PEEK: Billionaire Rancher Stepbrother

3/9/2020

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"How does it feel, now that Foxtown's about to be unveiled to the world? Are you excited? Nervous?"
"I'm looking forward to its launch."
She couldn't help laughing at his matter-of-fact tone. "You so don't sound like it."
"Not everyone has to squeal and giggle like you used to do," the billionaire retorted, "to show excitement." A pause. "Or are you still like that now?"
"Mm." She gave him a mysterious look. "That's a secret."
"Careful, little Sarah," he murmured. "You know how I am with secrets."
Her heartbeat spiked up. Was it just her imagination or did he sound like he was flirting with her back there?
The billionaire arched a brow. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
And there it was again: a rich, velvety tone that was slowly and sinuously working to make her years-dormant body ache and swell back into life.
"Don't worry," she managed to say. "Everything's different now. I'm not going to jump on you the first chance I get---"
"I won't stop you if you would."
"Ha. Ha. Ha." Oh God, why was he saying these things?
"It wasn't a joke."

Hope you guys enjoyed the excerpt. :) It will be out sometime this week. Hope you guys are looking forward to it!

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2/28/2020

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MY VAMPIRE BILLIONAIRE BOSS IS NOW AVAILABLE.

2/28/2020

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Spencer de Vries was tired of being in love with her billionaire boss, and not having him even realize she was a woman. So she went ahead and sold her virginity to a stranger as a symbolic way to end her feelings for him and move on for good. And it should've worked. It could've worked...except for one unforeseen twist of fate.
Etienne Hirsche was in a race against time, and the only hope of his race rested in the form of a human girl whose virginity he had purchased through an auction house. The girl had requested for anonymity, and while he had come to her under the cover of darkness, what she didn't know was that he wasn't human...and that the absence of light did nothing to impair his sight.
And it was then he found out that the woman waiting for him in bed was none other than the snarky brat who had been working for him for years.

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Spencer's throat tightened the moment she felt the bed dip. No backing out, she reminded herself. No one had forced her to do this, and there was no way out now. But the moment she felt a large, strong hand settle on her knee, panic instantly struck, and a powerful tremor shook her body.
I don't think I can do this!
She pushed the hand away without thinking, but before she could even turn or crawl away, hands unerringly found her waist, and then she was being dragged down---
Her lips parted, but her scream was lost in the hard, hot mouth that was suddenly covering hers in a kiss that made not the slightest attempt to woo or soothe. She tried to fight back, tried to push him away, but he was too strong, so impossibly strong, and God, of course he wouldn't stop, not when he was only keeping to her third request: don't let me back out.
But even so, she tried to struggle, even tried to knee him in the groin. She tried everything, and everything failed, and even worse was the way she could feel her body already weakening, the arousing heat of his powerful, hard body making her feel things she had never thought possible she would feel for any other man. God. Oh God. Was this really going to happen? Was this really supposed to happen?
Confusion was starting to make her lose focus, her body starting to tremble for another reason under the relentless force of his kiss. God. Oh God. She felt the kiss deepen, demanding control and dominion, and as his mouth finally pried her lips to fully open, his tongue immediately drove past her teeth.
Oooooooooooh.
It was like...like sorcery at work, her resistance yielding little by little under every stroke of his tongue. This kiss demanded her total submission, but at the same time it promised something else and offered a seductive glimpse of the other thing she had asked for: this man would be so good in bed...she wouldn't want the night to end.
That promise was all hers, that promise could and would come true, and all she had to do was...surrender.

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Belonging to Ioniko: Out Soon

1/20/2020

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At first, I thought I was imagining things.
I was, after all, worse than ordinary, a 27-year-old bespectacled workaholic who cared so little about her appearance that she didn't mind leaving the house without taking a shower.
I never wore makeup and had my hair up all the time so I wouldn't have to drag a comb through the occasional knots. The only reason people didn't think I was a social misfit was because Korean fashion had claimed global domination; I could now leave the house in hoodies and sweat pants and still have my outfit considered as stylish.
So I was that kind of person, and Ioniko being another kind of person, you could see why I had to think I was imagining things.
There were times when I would be on my desk, tapping away on my iPad when I'd feel his gaze on me. Times when I would browse the latest magazines on the racks and I'd feel his eyes following every unconscious sway of my hips. Times when his stare would just burn so effing much that my body couldn't help reacting, and I'd start tingling and aching all over. Times when I wanted to forget all my inhibitions and be just like almost every other girl at Associate and imagine him making love to me.
There were lots of times that it almost felt undeniable he was staring at me, but even so. Every time I felt he might be staring at me, I simply told myself nope.
Just nope, nope, nope.
Could he really be staring at me while I was waiting for his sister to issue me a replacement card at the counter? Nope.
Were those his eyes digging holes into my back while I was chatting with Wyatt? Nope.
I was determined to never let myself think otherwise, thinking that would end things, but it didn't.

EXCERPT

"I told them you're the old-fashioned type of Greek," Kat confided to him, "and that's why everyone's on their best behavior now. So if there's something about Associate that you want to double check, now's the perfect time to do it..."
Her motives had then become clear, and Ioniko's gaze bored through hers. "In other words, you want me to make sure you're not going to lose money on this?"
His baby sister flashed him a cheeky grin. "And face. Don't forget how much I hate to lose face as well." And then she started pushing him out of her office. "Now go, and make sure you don't come back empty-handed. I want a thirty-page report---" She caught sight of the deadly glare Ioniko shot at her over the shoulder and said quickly, "I'm just kidding. A yes or no would also suffice, seriously." She finally managed to get her brother past the door. "Have fun!" And then she slammed the door on his face.
Damn brat.
But he was more amused than annoyed, just as how big brothers typically were, and a part of him was secretly pleased that his little sister still sought his help. Very well, he thought generously. He would---
A slender but full-breasted woman walked past him, head bent, gaze pinned to the book she was reading. He caught sight of her lips curved in a fond smile, and something about it was so intensely familiar that it had him spinning around to keep her in his line of vision.
The color of her hair was some divine shade between auburn and burgundy, with the lightest streaks of cinnamon, and her clothes were casual-slash-sporty, a black hoodie paired with matching sweat pants and shoes.
His gaze continued to follow her even as he tried to figure out what made her feel different and familiar at the same time.
Just something about her...
He watched her take one of the desks at the unreserved area. Watched her plug her ears and take a sip of her coffee before reaching for her iPad. She started typing. Kept typing. Was still typing even by the time he folded his length into one of the available desks across hers.
He pretended to read a book even as once in a while his hooded gaze would drift towards her. She had to know by now he was staring at her. But not once did she meet his gaze, and it didn't feel as if she was playing coy.
Interesting.
He came back to Associate the next day and tried to hide his impatience as he made some excuse to Katya about why he hadn't flown back to Athens as scheduled. He didn't want his little sister to know of his interest in the other woman; if she was what he believed she could be, then he didn't want to risk having Katya baulk at his plans to make the woman his mistress.
Days turned into weeks, but she still remained pretty much a mystery, mostly because she stuck to herself and the only time he saw her talking to another member, it had to be a man (fuck you, Wyatt-somebody).
It was also that one time he had heard her name mentioned - Schuyler - and had found himself savoring her name in his thoughts. Schuyler. The name perfectly fitted her, but he also felt instantly possessive about it. He wanted to be the only one to call her that and no one else.
And when it became clear to Ioniko that she was actually deliberately ignoring him, it only amused and intrigued him all the more. As soon as the perfect opportunity arose, he seized it and followed his beautiful little doll into the kitchen, just as a lion would corner a sweet unsuspecting lamb.
And in that moment, he found out everything he needed to know.
The way she had stiffened when he came close. The way she had held her breath and closed her eyes. The way he could practically feel her body throb into life at the mere proximity of him.
Ah, koukla mou.
That was when he knew.
She wanted him back.

I hope you enjoyed this one and only sneak peek of Belonging to Ioniko (The Greek Billionaire's Obsession). And for those who think Ioniko seems familiar, you're absolutely right - Ioniko first showed up in The Art of Catching a Greek Billionaire, which is Damen & Mairi's story. And after so many years, we'll finally be able to see how his own love story unfolds.
As the story's all done, I'm just waiting for it to be formatted, uploaded, and approved for publishing. Fingers crossed we'll see it go live on all stores tomorrow.
Thank you again for everyone's patience!

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THORNTON: Another sneak peek. ?

11/30/2019

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After dinner, Thornton insisted on doing the dishes and had to remind Blake for the nth time that it was all part of their bargain, ever since she practically begged to take over cooking.
"But are you really sure?" Blake asked worriedly. "Because if you're already tired or anything, I could totally---"
"Blake."
Oops. It was his John Wick voice, and since he only ever used it as a polite way of shutting her up, Blake reluctantly took a step back and said with a sigh, "You're the boss."
He was indeed, Thornton thought in self-mocking irony ten minutes later, having seen Blake tiptoe out of her room in a fluffy little robe that barely hid anything. He was her boss, which meant he had absolutely no fucking business sporting a hard-on the moment he caught a glimpse of the tantalizing V of her cleavage and the shapely curves of her naked legs.
He really should have her unit extended, give Blake her own en-suite. The sooner, the better, too, Thornton thought grimly. Seeing her half-naked every damn evening was just pure fucking torture for his cock, with only cold showers to look forward to and not a single hope for sexual---
Shit.
Blake had suddenly looked his way, and their gazes collided as she caught him staring hungrily at her.
SHIT.
He abruptly turned away, but hearing Blake gasp told him it was already too late.
SHIT.
She had seen his erection, and life was going to be hell from here on, now that the damn girl knew her desire for him wasn't one-sided.

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THORNTON: An Excerpt

11/28/2019

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Blake felt like pinching herself the moment she saw what could be her future workplace. Although moonlight wasn't enough to give Hartland Books justice, what she saw was more than enough to make her heart skip a beat.
There were even more marvelously beautiful sights to sigh over once she was inside the shop; the ceiling-high bookshelves, the gorgeous first-edition tomes displayed in one corner, and the reading nook in another. It was like being transported to a bookish slice of heaven, and all she could do was stare and stare and stare---
"We're closed."
The words startled Blake, and as soon as her head jerked up, her gaze automatically clashed with a pair of onyx black eyes.

Oh my gosh.

A man stood behind the counter, tall, dark, and with a lean, hard build that his denim buttoned-up shirt and jeans only served to accentuate. He had the longish, raven locks of a Regency rake, the piercing eyes of a pirate, and the cruelly sensual lips of a poet.
Growing up, she had heard, seen, or read people saying that 'love at first sight' wasn't real, and because there were so many of them, it was the one thing Blake, despite being a hopeless romantic, had never allowed herself to believe in. True love was real. Second-chance love was possible. But love at first sight?
Never.
Until---
"Miss?"
---this moment, in which her dream man come to life was staring at her like she was a couple of bricks shy of a load.
Oops.
Blake quickly moved forward, eager to rectify his less than stellar first impression on her. "Mr. Blackwood?"
Instead of answering, Dream Guy asked mildly, "Who are you?"
"I'm Blake Golding, Mr. Blackwood. Frankie told me you were looking for a shop assistant and---"
"I didn't realize you were female."
"I..." His interruption had her blinking in distraction. There was something about the way he spoke - or rather, the way he drawled each word out, like he had all the time in the world to speak. It reminded her of something, no, someone---
"Oh my gosh!"

Shock-proof.

It was how his brothers often jokingly referred to Thornton, every time they tried pranking him...and failed. Nothing ever surprises you anymore, Ethan liked to grumble. Even if someone tells you the world would end in the next minute, I'd bet you'd go about calmly sipping your coffee while you plan to survive the apocalypse.
While the joke never failed to crack his brothers up, Thornton privately felt it was a little too close to the truth. Everything was too damn predictable these days - had been so for years, and it was why he had been sold on the spot once he found out what the Hartland Initiative meant to accomplish.
With its remote location and artificially low GDP, their small town in Wyoming could only be seen by many as a place to visit but never to stay in. Moreover, with signal jammers secretly installed to keep the place free from the shackles of the Internet, Hartland also allowed Thornton and his brothers to lead ordinary, private lives and never be pestered by the assholes, gold-diggers, and sycophants that were steadily gobbling up the cities.
There were still times, of course, when annoying tourists would find their way to his bookstore, but since they rarely stayed long, Thornton was able to tolerate their presence. It was only when he received Oliver's letter about a Hollywood crew filming in Hartland for three months that he knew he had to make a few changes.
The rules of Hartland Initiative were clear: in any situation where the truth about their precious town was in danger of being exposed, members were given two choices: leave until it was safe to return...or stay in character and play their respective roles to perfection until countermeasures had been put into place.
According to the local grapevine, Slade and Farica, co-owners of the Redwood Cafe, had already flown out of Wyoming. The American tycoon had taken with him his part-time waitress girlfriend Kady for a honeymoon (never mind if they weren't married) while the Dutch heiress had simply left a few days earlier for a scheduled business trip.
Thornton knew he could do the same. He just didn't want to. But at the same time, he also knew he still had to play by the rules. If filming were to take place at his street, and any of the crew members or even the cast decided to enter the shop...
Just thinking about it had been enough to have Thornton call Oliver's office to take the other man's offer. He definitely needed a shop assistant to take over during those crucially intolerable times. That way, he wouldn't need to control his temper and force himself to bear the presence of fools. And since the mayor's secretary, Frankie, was supposed to be extremely reliable and resourceful, he had been hoping that the recruitment process would be quick and painless.
Instead, it had been the opposite.
All the women Frankie had him interview were terrified of him, and Thornton hadn't the patience to wait for them to realize he wasn't quite the hardened brute his gruff demeanor made him out to be. He had been close to throwing the towel on the whole thing altogether when Frankie suggested one last candidate, and one she personally vouched for to boot.
Blake Golding.
The moment he heard the name, he had instructed Frankie to offer the person an employment contract, thinking that Blake was a bloke...
But obviously, she was not.
Instead, she was this petite brunette with nerdy-looking eyeglasses and a smile that lit up her entire face. The whole time they had been talking, her smile hadn't slipped a single time, and it was this which threw him off. For the first time in years, he found himself perplexed, off-kilter even, and when she suddenly gasped---
"Oh my gosh."
A rapid rewind of their entire encounter blitzed through his mind, but for the life of him, Thornton couldn't figure out what the girl was oh-my-goshing about.
"I just realized why your voice sounds so familiar..." Eyes sparkling with merriment lifted up to his.

"Has anyone told you how much you sound like John Wick?"

Thornton just stared at her, but this didn't seem to faze her at all.
"It's like every sentence you drop comes with a serious amount of gravitas," she told him helpfully.
"Really."
The girl was already grinning even before he was done speaking. "See?" she crowed. "You just did it again!"
Thornton frowned. "Did what?"
"That! A normal person would've said it like this - did what?"
Thornton winced. Those last two words had been uttered in a somewhat shrill, questioning tone that hurt his ears.
"But when you say it, it's like did what." This time, she intoned the words in a deep, grave voice like...
Thornton frowned. No. This girl's insanity was obviously contagious. She almost had him convinced he really did sound like John Wick.
Which he did not, he thought forcefully.
"I see it in your eyes," she teased. "You see it now, don't you?"
"No," he rejected flatly. "I don't." He punctuated his words with a cold, hard stare, but instead of having her run away like most others did, she just kept grinning and talking, enumerating all the ways he resembled a certain fictional assassin.
Thornton was incredulous. And amazed. Maybe she was a little dense, maybe it was something else, but either way it didn't matter. This girl was not scared of him at all, and while it was unfortunate that she had to be female, he could work with that.
"...and don't even get me started on your beard, Mr. Blackwood. It's as if your barber---"
"Ms. Golding?"
She immediately stopped speaking and flashed him a smile. "Yes, sir?"

"You're hired."

"So that's how it happened," Blake finished ruefully. "I think he was just so tired of hearing me talk, he decided to hire me just to shut me up."
Frankie knew her friend was just joking, but she had a feeling there was a grain of truth in Blake's words. She had once admitted to Oliver that Thornton was a little too intimidating for her, and her boss had told her that the bookstore owner was far from what most people imagined him to be. What didn't help, however, was Thornton's lack of patience and interest to correct everyone's first impressions of him.
Could that be why he had ended up hiring Blake over all the other candidates? Many of them had better qualifications than her friend did, and there was also the fact that he had been expecting Blake to be a guy.
He had every reason to reject Blake, but instead the opposite had happened, and the more she thought about it, the only reason Frankie could come up for this was the fact that Blake was the only one who wasn't intimidated by the ex-SAF billionaire.
There was just something about these two. Something undefinable but tremendously palpable...that it had all the locals talking. Like Frankie, everyone couldn't help noticing the way Blake was always all smiles whenever her boss was around, and how she tended to, well, glow a little less brightly when he wasn't.
While Hartland's secret tycoons and heiresses seemed able to easily shrug off Thronton's occasionally sinister ways, Frankie and the other ordinary folks working in town couldn't find it in themselves to be just as unconcerned. Or at least that was how it used to be...until Blake, who from the very first day appeared completely immune to the frightening impact of Thornton's scowls or the menacing softness of his voice.
Blake was just so obvious about so many things, so careless with having her heart so blatantly worn on her sleeve, that everyone in town became certain of two things.
All the signs pointed to Blake's infatuation with her boss...and Thornton saw all those signs, too.