Karina Halle has revealed the cover for The Blood is Love!
Releasing: July 1, 2021
Cover Design: Hang Le
From the fog-shrouded bay of San Francisco to the dark cobblestone streets of Helsinki and all the hidden places in-between, The Blood is Love takes the reader on a sensual and twisted journey deep into Lenore and Solon’s lush vampire world in this thrilling sequel to Black Sunshine.
When Lenore Warwick turned twenty-one, she expected lots of bar-hopping, parties with friends, and the occasional hookup. What she got was the realization that she’s both a witch and a vampire, and that there are things in this world that want her dead. Thank god she has her enigmatic vampire lover, Absolon Stavig, to help show her the ropes. But while Lenore struggles to fit into her new topsy turvy world, full of blood, sex, and magic, she also has to contend with her messy and complicated love for a vampire who isn’t always what he seems. To make matters worse, her real father, Jeremias, a powerful warlock from the dark side, has professed an interest in her, while Solon’s father, the depraved vampire king Skarde, is intent on destroying everything she loves. When Solon and Lenore have to travel to Finland to work alongside Solon’s charming and vicious brother, Kaleid, in an attempt to defeat Skarde once and for all, the two of them enter a bloody new world that neither of them are prepared for. Even if their love survives the carnage to come, the chances of them getting out of there alive are slim. Good thing they like to take their chances.
Karina Halle is a former travel writer, music journalist & screenwriter, and The New York Times, Wall Street Journal & USA Today Bestselling author of over 55 bestselling novels, ranging from horror and suspense to contemporary romance. She lives on an island off the coast of British Columbia with her husband, and her adopted pitbull Bruce, where she drinks a lot of wine, hikes a lot of trails and devours a lot of books.
Halle is represented by the Root Literary Agency and is both self-published and published by Simon & Schuster, Hachette & Montlake. Her work has been translated and published in 20 languages.
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Monica Murphy has revealed the cover for Things I Wanted To Say (but never did)!
Releasing: July 29, 2021
Cover designer: Hang Le
Photographer: Kevin Roldan
Model: Zach Cox
Whit Lancaster burst into my life like a storm. Dark and thunderous, furious and fierce. Cold, heartless and devastatingly beautiful, like the statues in our prep school gardens. The school with his family name on the sign. He can do no wrong here. This is his domain.
He’s a menace on campus. Adored and feared. Hated and respected. His taunting words carve into my skin, shredding me to ribbons. Yet his intense gaze scorches my blood, fills me with a longing I don’t understand.
When I stumble upon him one night alone, I find him broken. Bleeding. My instincts scream to leave and let him suffer, but I can’t. I sneak him into my room. Clean him up. Fall for his lies. Let him possess every single part of me until I’m the one left a gasping, broken mess.
When he leaves me alone in the dead of night, he takes my journal with him.
Now he knows all my secrets. My hate. My truth. And he promises to use my words against me. I’ll be ruined if my darkest secret gets out.
That’s when I strike a bargain with the devil.
I’ll let Whit Lancaster ruin me behind closed doors instead.
Monica Murphy is a New York Times, USA Today and international bestselling romance author. Her books have been translated in almost a dozen languages and have sold over two million copies worldwide. Both a traditionally published and independently published author, she writes young adult, new adult and contemporary romance. She’s also known as USA Today bestselling author Karen Erickson.
A native Californian, she lives on fourteen acres in the middle of nowhere with her husband, two kids, one dog, and four cats. When she’s not writing, she’s an assistant coach for her daughter’s high school cheer team, which is a two season sport. Meaning, she’s at practice with a bunch of teenage girls all the time. Or she’s at a football game. Or a basketball game. Maybe someday, she’ll even write about this experience.
NYT Bestseller, Pepper Winters, has a new Dark Romance release full of decadent angst, monstrous heroes, and pages chock-full of lust.
A house hidden in the middle of nowhere.
A man who’s lived alone for a decade.
A woman who trespasses on his solitude.
A love full of hate as well as hunger.
The thing about my life is…I was never in control of it.
I just I thought I was.
I thought I had everything figured out—a good career, fun hobbies, a bright future, but everything changed when I found an ivy-cloaked house, tucked in a forgotten valley, hiding a man who corrupted my world forever.
I thought I was successful, until he showed me fortune and happiness could be snatched away in an instant.
I believed I was blessed, but really, I was cursed.
Cursed to become a plaything for a monster.
Cursed to become a prisoner just because I trespassed.
Now, I know nothing.
I am nothing.
I’m just his.
We are welcomed to a very descriptive and useful background of the characters. My stars go all to the author’s writing. I’ve miss it a lot.
How they are about to interact together is another kind of world, some will like their monologues, some will question their mind.
When I feel good about something and believe me, that’s a really hard fight. When I win my anxiety over It’s already too late. I’m the last one at the party, everyone is gone. Maybe, having the best of sleep, having the night of their lives. Anyway, every second of my life is operating like I’m not in control anymore. Everything succumbs to this: I don’t have the power to manipulate myself, ha ha! Just great! It can’t get much more real than this. At least in denial we are strong! But after closing my eyes, everything hurts, it hurts so bad. My mind keeps turning so I can’t close my eyes. I’m afraid I’ll merge into this deep muddy pool. Can’t get out, or won’t. Because let’s face it, what do I got to loose?
The mud is welcoming, the pool seems peaceful and everything will be alright.
For the first time since its release, the ENTIRE USA Today Bestselling Goddess Isles series by Pepper Winters is available in two boxed set editions! “A brilliantly dark, depraved and sensual romance that will have you begging for more!! 5 stars!” Miss Petite Brunette Book Blog“
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BLURB: Eleanor Grace is a naïve dreamer. Trusting and young, she believes her travel-loving boyfriend can save her when her freedom is snatched and sold. Squirrelled away to an island at dawn, delivered to a man even darkness won’t touch, she’s bound by a contract. Sullivan Sinclair is the giver of fantasies. Any wish, any desire—he is the master at quenching even the filthiest appetites. His private paradise and perfectly trained goddesses are there for one purpose: to ensure every guest is extremely well satisfied. He bought her. He trapped her. She belongs to him
Volume One: Once a Myth He bought her. He trapped her. She belongs to him.
Twice a Wish She’s jinxed him. Cursed him. Awakened him.
Third a Kiss An elixir given to a monster. A goddess running for her life. An ending neither of them can survive.
Volume Two: Fourth a Lie A fledgling connection. A war they can’t stop. A future that doesn’t bow to fate.
Fifth a Fury A fated romance. A fight that will finish in tears. The age-old battle of good versus evil.
Sully’s Fantasy A monster and a goddess who have a special power to escape. A fantasy that Sully dares to share. A visit to Euphoria like no other.
Jinx’s Fantasy Eleanor granted Sully’s ultimate fantasy. Now, it’s Sully’s turn to grant hers.
“To Dark Romance lover, IT’S A MUST READ SERIES, HIGHLY RECOMMENDED.” Books Lover
Her bare feet sank into the crystal sugar sand. Her breakable fingers fluttered once by her sides as if she fought the urge to curl them. Her head tilted, cascading incredibly long, tangled hair over her shoulder. Knotty and dull, the length was a distraction from the otherwise pleasing features of her face. Pixy chin, high cheekbones, smoky grey eyes, and eyebrows that slashed across her smooth brow with temper and seething refinement. Fck, the price I could charge for a night with her. Even straight out of her abduction, with shadows smudging her beauty from travel, rope burn around her neck, tattooed barcode on her wrist, and bruises marking her otherwise perfect skin from her punishments, she was a fcking natural-born immortal. Raw and untouched, she bristled with injustice and courage. She could be Artemis’s reincarnation or perhaps Aphrodite’s twin. She didn’t need to be turned into a goddess, she was one. One I very much wanted to yank from the stars and slander with every debasing, demeaning, and downright disgusting act I could think of. The kick of interest turned into a lick of lust. I’d never sampled my stock. I didn’t play with the toys my customers paid for. But her…fck, I was tempted. Sorely, deliciously tempted. Our eyes locked, grey to blue. My island, my pride and joy and deliverer of fantasies, vanished behind a suffocating void. There was no parrot chatter. No jasmine breeze. No lapping waves. There was just her. The dark-haired, coldly judging, queenly, impenetrable girl. My lust thickened, coiling from my belly to my cck. I curled my hands, fighting my body’s reaction to swell, to heat, to crave this innocent consort. And then, she moved of her own accord. Not away from me, but toward me. My legs locked, my body turned rigid, my heartbeat increased into a steady pound of hunger. She stopped with a metre between us. The grey jumper she wore hid her body, but it couldn’t belie that beneath the fabric was yet more wonder. Shapes and sinew. Curves and caverns. A girl who was grace and elegance. “Are you him?” Fck, her voice. Low pitched but soft. Husky but feminine. Sht, her lips. Naturally peach with a stung bottom fullness and shapely bow. Everything about her mouth was made for sucking a man’s cck and granting him every pleasure he requested. My suit became tight. My blood hissed into my trousers, adding pressure to my throbbing erection, reminding me it’d been a fcking age since I’d stuck that part of myself into another. Since I’d stopped indulging in my own fantasies to focus on delivering them to others. Since I’d become disillusioned with the idea of fcking an immortal. Since my illusions had skipped the binds of reality and ensured sex with normal could never compete with the soul-quaking fcking of a siren or angel. Well, hadn’t my dreams just been fcking granted? What was she? Who was she? Where in the gdd*mn hell had she come from? Those traffickers deserved a raise. A bonus. A place in eternal paradise for delivering her. She’s mine. Bought and paid for. I swallowed hard, battling the undeniable black satisfaction that gave me. I didn’t have to rent her for a night. I didn’t have to give her back after I came deep inside her. She was mine. All mine.