Monday, November 9, 2026

The houses are tiny, but the passion is huge - #SecondChanceRomance #SlowBurn #TheOneThatGotAway

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Blurb

Seeing him again upends my almost-perfect life.

Mason and I have unfinished business and dangerous chemistry, but I’m engaged, for cripes’ sake! Instead of fantasizing about what we once had, I need to get my hot-mess sister back on her feet and hurry home before temptation wrecks my relationship and my dream job.

And I almost pull it off, until the bomb drops: thanks to a City Hall snafu, we’re technically still married.

Ten years later, the one I tried to forget tumbles back into my life.

Sara was my first and only love, but I was too young and clueless to be the man she needed.

Now fate has dropped her on my doorstep. I’ve got just two weeks to prove I can be the husband she deserves. If I fail, I’ll lose her forever.

Come to Pinevale, Washington, for a heartfelt, slow-burn, second-chance romance where the houses are tiny, but the passion is huge!

This author does not use AI programs in any part of her writing and editing process. Thank you for supporting real authors!

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Excerpt

What would a grounded, grown-ass man do if he was well and truly over his ex? Because that’s my goal here, to finally reach a place of peace. And if I’m honest with myself—not my strong point—I want this chance to prove I’m no longer the immature, unserious guy she left behind.

Not exactly redemption. Too late for that. But maybe I can regain her respect?

I cross my arms over my hollow, aching chest and face Sara. “What happens after Lexi moves in?”

“I’ll go back to Canada.” Her gaze drops to her shoes. “I’m getting married in December.”

You know those superhero movies where a shockwave knocks the villain off his feet? That’s me, bowled over by the fat diamond twinkling on Sara’s left hand.

She’s engaged.

Of course she is. Strong, smart, funny, and down-to-earth, Sara must’ve had a hundred men fall for her since we parted.

The past ten years have barely touched her. Her wavy hair still refuses to be contained, little wispy curls escaping her ponytail to dance on the breeze. Her clear brown eyes still spark fireflies in my chest. And now she’s sparking her magic for another guy.

He damn well better deserve her.

Tony looks up from the ribs he’s tending on the grill and gives me a wise guru nod. Your heart knows the right path, Grasshopper.

And it does. Even if her reappearance is tearing me inside-out, if Sara needs my help, I’ve gotta step up.

Because I still love her, and I always will.

So if a supportive friend is what she needs, that’s what I’ll be.

I throw my shoulders back, paste on a phony-ass smile, and join the ad hoc building crew. “Tell me how I can help.”

About the Author

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Award-winning author Sadira Stone writes cozy, funny, spicy, grown-up romance books set in the U.S. Pacific Northwest. Her stories highlight chosen family, friendship, and the sizzling chemistry that pulls unlikely partners together. When she emerges from her writing cave in Las Vegas, Nevada (which she seldom does), she can be found splashing in the pool, playing her guitar, dabbling in art, going to concerts with her charming husband, and gobbling all the romance books. For a guaranteed HEA (and no cliffhangers!) visit Sadira at
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Friday, November 6, 2026

It’s release day! #HistoricalRomance #FriendsToLovers #LGBTQ

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Today is the official release date for my new Victorian lesbian romance, The Ruination of Ramona Stone. This friends-to-lovers, against-all-odds story is full of twists and turns, as my heroines struggle to find their way to a happy ending in a society that views their love as an abomination.

Blurb

To Victorian London, they were childhood friends reunited by tragedy. Behind closed doors, they were each other’s undoing.

Ramona Stone survived the bleak years at boarding school because of bright-eyed Juliet—her childhood anchor and her dearest confidante. While Juliet marries for love, Ramona accepts the husband her father has arranged, an ambitious barrister twice her age.

When an accident leaves Juliet a penniless widow, Ramona persuades her husband to grant her friend shelter. Proximity kindles unexpected passion; sympathy turns to illicit desire. What begins as solace quickly transforms into a force that neither woman can resist or deny.

Trapped with a domineering husband, living in a society eager for scandal, Ramona understands that every touch is a gamble and every glance a betrayal. If their secret comes to light, she won't just lose her place in society—she will lose the only love that she’s ever known.

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Excerpt (R rated)

“Bloody hell,” she muttered. “This is impossible.”

“Never mind, Juliet.” I half-pulled her back onto the seat. “We will be back home before long.”

“With all the servants, plus your son. Not to mention your husband.” She turned to face me, her eyes gleaming in the light from the side lamps. “I need you, Ro. I need to touch you, to taste you. If I cannot make love to you again, I swear I shall go mad.”

Love? Was that what this was? Last night I’d thought it sheer depravity. Now I began to wonder whether the force drawing us together might be more than mere animal lust. Juliet sounded as though she was on the verge of tears.

“Hush, my dear,” I murmured, drawing her into my arms. “Don’t worry. We’ll find a way to be together.”

I pressed my lips to her cool forehead, then tilted her chin up. Our eyes met, and then our mouths. Her lips were hot despite the damp and the chill weather. They moulded to mine as though we were fused. We drank deep of each other’s essence, sampling the flavours, savouring the textures. Juliet poured her desire into that kiss. I drank in every ounce, filling my body and spirit.

Kissing was all we could manage, but for the moment, kissing was enough. It went on and on, as the carriage made its way through the London streets. We simply could not let each other go. We would take brief pauses for breath, then dive back into the ecstatic mouth-to-mouth connection. In the shadowed privacy of the coach, we lost ourselves in a glorious fantasy of togetherness and freedom, forgetting that what we desired was forbidden.

We broke apart like sleepers roused from a dream when the brougham halted at my townhouse. Gas lights shone in through the window glass to illumine Juliet’s exquisite countenance. I realised that her cheeks were wet with tears.

With my thumb, I wiped them away. “Don’t cry, my darling,” I whispered. “I’ll come to you, to your room. Tonight, when everyone is asleep. Tonight we can be together.”

I wanted so much to heal her sorrow, I completely forgot my own shame.

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Thursday, November 5, 2026

Meet The Cast of Characters in Sugar Sand Land – #ContemporaryRomance #Reality #Giveaway

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By Patricia Leavy (Guest Blogger)

Emerson Blue: Emerson Blue is 28 years old and the second most followed celebrity on social media. She rose to fame by starting a social media campaign with a close-up shot of her face and the caption, “Who is Emerson Blue?” The post went viral. Suddenly, her name and face were everywhere. She branded herself “a living piece of art,” starred in a reality show, and parlayed her fame into a career as an influencer. A master of social media, she inserts Easter eggs and double meanings into her posts and carefully constructs images for the media and public. Her fans consider her daily livestreams their religion. The world thinks she’s an open book, but Emerson has secrets.

Renn Walker: Renn is 48 years old and a Grammy winning country music star and Oscar winning actor. Years ago, he was canceled following allegations of sexual misconduct, and he has lived in seclusion ever since. Once a beloved figure, he seems to have lost it all and spends his time shuffling between his two Los Angeles mansions. He values his privacy and is completely tech and social media free—he doesn’t even own a computer. His favorite things are greasy Chinese food from little hole-in-the-wall restaurants, deli food, and playing guitar. The world thinks they know Renn, but looks can be deceiving.

Leo Schneider: Leo is Renn’s agent and close friend. Born in Queens, New York where he worked in his dad’s deli, Leo didn’t come from much and has built a successful career in Hollywood. He suffers from IBS and anxiety, is on his third marriage—to a beauty pageant winner—and his daughter is engaged to a jerk after his money. When the world turned their back on Renn, Leo stuck by his side.

Diba Khazem: Diba is Emerson’s bestie (he calls her Em. B) and former costar from her hit reality show. Born into wealth, he’s now living in the guesthouse on his parents’ Malibu estate and club hopping.

Blurb

For fans of Ashley Poston and Abby Jimenez, a contemporary romance—with a twist—about a media-savvy reality television star and a canceled country singer.

Twenty-eight-year-old beauty Emerson Blue is the second most followed celebrity on social media. A self-proclaimed “living piece of art” who rose to fame as a reality star and then parlayed her celebrity into a megabucks career as an influencer, she seems to have everything.

Forty-eight-year-old Grammy winner Renn Walker is a fallen country music star. Years ago, he was canceled following allegations of sexual misconduct, and he has lived in seclusion ever since. Once a beloved figure, he seems to have lost it all.

When Emerson and Renn meet, sparks fly. Against all odds, a star obsessed with popularity and a recluse shunned by the world fall in love. Everyone in the public and media has an opinion and thinks they know Emerson and Renn. But in a world dominated by social media—a world that blurs the lines between what’s public and private, what’s real and what’s illusion—do we ever really know anyone?

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Excerpt

They smiled at each other, but the moment was broken when several people eagerly approached the pair. A lanky woman with a brown bob and red lips, sporting a black turtleneck and cigarette pants, greeted Emerson with air kisses. “Darling, you look chic as always. I promised everyone it would be a star-studded opening. Thank you for helping me keep my word.”

Emerson smiled politely. “Glad to do my part, Miranda. You have one of the best spaces in Tinseltown, and the best eye. I’d like you to meet my friend Renn Walker. Renn, Miranda owns this wonderful gallery.”

“It’s a pleasure,” Renn said, extending his hand.

“I’m honored you would see fit to come to our little show,” Miranda replied, shaking his hand. Her eyes lingered on him with a mix of awe and confusion. After a moment passed, she stammered, “Uh, please allow me to introduce the artist, Lars Grant.”

She gestured to a tall man in black leather pants, a white T-shirt with a black peace sign, and dark sunglasses. “Hey. Thanks for coming,” he said. He flipped his glasses to the top of his head and stared at Emerson. “I’m mad for you. Your artistic impulse is singular. You’re ahead of the curve. Pushing the envelope.”

The others in the group started adding their words of praise. “You’re the embodiment of art,” one spandex-clad woman gushed.

“The embodiment of embodiment theory,” another added, looking quite proud of himself.

“Yes, you’ve taken performative to a whole new level,” another concurred.

Emerson smiled. “All our lives are really works of art. Don’t you think?”

The group nodded along, hissing oohs and aahs at her words.

A waiter walked over carrying a tray of flutes brimming with champagne and raspberry sparkling water.

Emerson grabbed a glass of the pink bubbly water. “Well, we’re going to take a little stroll around. Best of luck with the show,” she said, taking Renn’s hand.

“Nice to meet you all,” he said, and he followed Emerson through the crowd, smiling politely to people along the way as they admired the art, until they reached the back wall where they had privacy. They stood in front of a large canvas covered in rows of brightly colored paint and a clump of broken glass. Emerson leaned back on Renn, and he comfortably slipped his hands around her waist as if they had been together forever.

“Are those your friends?” Renn whispered.

“Hell no. People from the art scene,” she replied.

“Good,” he said, giving her waist a squeeze. “They were kind of . . .”

“Pretentious?” she asked.

He chuckled. “Yeah. I didn’t want to say anything to offend you, but . . .”

“What?” she asked.

“They’re so far up your ass. Do you think they have any idea how ludicrous they sound?”

She giggled. “That’s the thing about art and fame, they don’t really go together, do they?”

He huffed. “Funny. I never used to think about that at all. I just wrote songs, played my music. Everything else just fell into place. I never gave any of it a thought. Until it went away.”

“The art never goes away, though. For the real artists, that’s always there at the center. Even when the hype takes on a life of its own, at the core, in the eye of the storm, there’s always the art.”

“Em, you are very surprising,” he said.

“So, we’re up to nicknames now?”

“Yes,” he replied, dropping a kiss in her hair. “Is that okay?”

“Yes. It’s sweet actually,” she said.

“Good,” he said, dropping another kiss in her hair. “So, do you think art can survive fame?”

“It’s like this artwork.” She tilted her chin forward at the piece before them. “Miranda started a major publicity campaign to get this guy’s name out there, create buzz, brand him the next big find, and it’s all just spin. It could have been this guy or that guy or any other guy in some ways. Yet the art is real. This piece,” she said, gesturing, “it’s real.”

“Do you like it, this work?” Renn asked.

“Yes. It’s a commentary on the art world itself, or maybe even society as a whole. Pretty pictures and shattered dreams. The filtered image and the broken soul. Illusion and the crash of reality.”

They stood for a moment, looking at the piece, Emerson’s words in the air. Eventually Renn broke the silence and said, “Are you sure it’s not just some broken glass glued to a canvas?”

They both laughed.

About the Author


Patricia Leavy, PhD, is an award-winning, best-selling author. She is also the publisher and CEO of Paper Stars Press. She was formerly Associate Professor of Sociology, Chairperson of Sociology & Criminology, and Founding Director of Gender Studies at Stonehill College. She has published more than fifty books; her work has been translated into many languages, and she has received more than one hundred book awards. Her novel Shooting Stars Above was featured on People “10 Romance Books to Read After Great Big Beautiful Life by Emily Henry” and was the 2025 Firebird Book Award First Place Winner in Contemporary Novel, Romance, and Summer Beach Read. Patricia has also received career awards from the New England Sociological Association, the American Creativity Association, the American Educational Research Association, the International Congress of Qualitative Inquiry, and the National Art Education Association. In 2018, she was honored by the National Women’s Hall of Fame and SUNY-New Paltz established the “Patricia Leavy Award for Art and Social Justice.” In 2024 the London Arts-Based Research Centre established “The Patricia Leavy Award for Arts-Based Research.” Patricia lives in Maine. In addition to writing, she enjoys art, reading, and travel.

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Wednesday, November 4, 2026

Win a Kindle loaded with steamy romance! #FreeBooks #Giveaway

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She’s the billionaire. He’s the virgin. Still, he knows how to make her melt.

When Silicon Valley entrepreneur Rachel Zelinsky meets reclusive genius Theo Moore, she has a single objective —a deal to incorporate his AI software into her company’s popular virtual world. She finds Theo to be arrogant, sensitive and socially awkward, but his aura of power speaks to her carefully-hidden submissive side. Confused and aroused, she falls under his geeky spell.

Theo Moore can’t be bought. His past battles with poverty make him deeply suspicious of the billionaire CEO, though Rachel’s voluptuous curves and brilliant mind embody his ultimate fantasy. Too bad his knowledge about sex derives from extensive research and a stash of kinky porn rather than real-world experience.

Rachel may be Theo’s first lover, but Theo is her first true Master. One word from him, one touch, and she surrenders to bliss. It seems that love and complementary desire may harmonize their differing values, until Rachel’s unwitting violation of Theo’s trust tears them apart.

 

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Tuesday, November 3, 2026

Surrendering to the dragon – #BDSMRomance #ShifterRomance #FatedMates

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Blurb

When a dark coven enchants the victims into sexual obedience, all hell breaks loose – literally.

Hope Wigfield has billions in the bank, a genius-level IQ, and a stubborn streak a mile, wide. What she doesn’t have is a belief in magic. But when she’s abducted, stripped, and caged at a dark coven’s slave auction, the monsters of her nightmares become terrifyingly real…

Enter Flynn Hemsworth. Former military captain, survivor of horrific experiments, and host to a blood-hungry dragon demon. He buys Hope to save her, but his inner beast demands he claim her forever. Flynn is dangerous, dominant, and the sexiest man Hope has ever met.

When they uncover the coven master’s plot to use harvested demon blood to launch a nuclear strike, Hope and Flynn are thrust into a deadly race against time. The only way to survive is to unlock the dormant magic burning in Hope’s blood—a power that can only be unleashed through absolute, breathless surrender to the dragon who calls her mate.

Publisher's Note: Dark Fire and Diamonds includes explicit sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.

Release date: November 5th

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Excerpt (Explicit BDSM)

He’d love and dominate her until her defenses splintered into a million pieces. A small smile played over his lips. He’d enjoy this, although he couldn’t say the same for his soulmate. After selecting a paddle—one coated in dimpled rubber like a table tennis bat—he smacked it against her backside. Her surprised yelp delighted his demon. Claim her. Burn her. Do it now.

He loved how his paddle left a tiny checkerboard pattern on her ass. Another resounding slap, and momentum lifted her feet off the ground. As she swung in her bonds, she let out a needy moan as she swung from her cuffs. The tops of her legs glistened as her cum spilled onto them. Eyes glazed, she struggled to stay on her feet. Another thwack of his paddle against her bare bottom, and her head fell forward. “We shouldn’t. We mustn’t, but oh god, Flynn, don’t stop. I want. I need.”

Her voice turned softer, edged with submission and desire. Flynn could tease and torment her like this forever, but back in the huge cavern where Montgomery once kept the demons prisoner, William lay dying. Desperate to release her magic, the demon coiled around his soul screamed, Bite her. Burn her. Make her ours.

He loved seeing the patchwork of red squares on her slender behind, but burning her was a step too far. And as for the biting—forget it. Wolf demons came with fangs. Dragon demons came with fire.

He stroked his fingers through her pussy, found her clit, and toyed with it until she trembled and begged for more. “Don’t stop. I need your cock thrusting inside me. Stop teasing and screw me. Please.”

“Such a demanding little girl.” He ran his tongue down her jugular vein and inhaled her sweet toffee apple essence. Here, in this borrowed BDSM playroom, her soft, submissive moans thrilled him. Unable to resist her, he nuzzled her neck. “Mine. My soulmate.”

She breathed out with a sob. “Yes. Yours.”

Naked, balanced on tiptoe, arms chained overhead, feet pushed wide by the spreader bar, she tried to ride his fingers. His body burned for her. He’d never needed a woman the way he needed Hope. Without her to soothe his dragon’s murderous soul, it would unleash death and destruction on the world. He wasn’t sure he cared enough to stop it.

He needed to claim her and free her magical energy—and since William’s life depended on it—he needed to do it fast. Dropping his paddle, he moved in front of her and pumped two fingers in and out of her pussy.

The way she met him thrust on thrust, always taking him deeper, sent his sex drive into overload. Replacing his fingers with his cock, his pumped so deep inside her, he didn’t know where he finished and she began. His demon purred with delight, and for once, so did he. When she clenched her pussy around him, his dragon shrieked with delight. Ours. Only ever ours.

He came with a yell. Sperm shot from his cock, filling her pussy, mingling with her sweet cum and flooding her inner thighs. He stroked her hand and her back as he waited for her powers to manifest. But they didn’t.

Determined to push things to her limits, he thrust his middle finger into her tight bottom hole. “I don’t… I can’t… Oh God, that’s so wicked, but it feels so good. I need you so much, but Gramps…”

Her muscles turned to jelly as he pumped his finger in and out of her. Then he thrust another finger inside her.

“That’s too much. It burns, but in a good way. Flynn, your cock will never fit in there.”

He bit gently on her earlobe. “I’m claiming this tight little rosebud entrance of yours before you leave this room. Then you’re mine completely.”

About Kryssie Fortune

Kryssie lives by the beach and loses track of time when she writes. Her days are full of dashing regency rakes, former soldiers so handsome they make her drool, and the sexiest werewolves ever. The odd vampire makes it in there too, but when he does, he’s drop dead gorgeous. And now the world’s sexiest dragon has crept onto the list.

Her pet hates are unhappy endings and cliff hangers. She guarantees you won’t find either in her books. Her books sizzle with sensual heat, but story always comes before sex. Even when part of a series, her books can be read as stand-alone romance.

 

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Monday, November 2, 2026

Her heart belongs to a penniless viscount – #HolidayRomance #RegencyRomance

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Blurb

Miss Philippa Selverton is given an ultimatum: marry a rich man or become a companion to her aunt. Pippa can no longer be a burden to her impoverished family, and she would prefer to marry rather than become an unpaid servant. The problem is her heart already belongs to a penniless viscount.

After his father’s financial mismanagement, Lord Tristan Camberwick’s estate is failing. Despite the viscount’s best efforts to improve his income, it seems he has no choice but to find a rich wife. Unfortunately, Tristan’s heart only wants Philippa.

An invitation to a Christmas house party should allow Pippa and Tristan to find wealthy spouses. But how can they court a suitable partner when the only one they want stands across the room looking back?

Series Blurb

In a glittering Season of Invitations, society’s most sought-after house parties open their doors to dukes, debutantes, and dangerous secrets. From elegant estates to intimate country gatherings, each invitation promises scandal, temptation, and unexpected romance, with stories ranging from clean to gently steamy, where whispered wagers, hidden pasts, and carefully arranged matches may lead not to ruin, but to love.

Series Link: Season of Invitations (11 book series) Kindle Edition

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Excerpt

“What do you mean—become a governess?”

Miss Selverton fiddled with her shears. “I did not intend…” She looked up. “If I do not find a husband, I plan to become a governess instead of a companion.”

“You cannot do that! You are far too beau—” Dear Lord, he must learn to hold his tongue in her presence. He cleared his throat and said, “You are far too kind-hearted to be a governess. Others may take advantage of you.” Some randy cove, a lusty lord or his wastrel offspring, may abuse his power over her and—his fists clenched at the possibility that she would be alone and unprotected.

Miss Selverton snipped at more trailing ivy. “Unfortunately, I have few options. Mr Abernathy is respectable, and I cannot afford to be fastidious.”

“You do not care for him, then.” The tension in his chest eased, and he leaned against the tree. “You deserve better.”

“It does not matter that I do not care for him. I find him excellent company, and I am certain we will grow to be friends in time.”

“Friends,” he muttered. “Do you mean friends like we are friends?”

“This is a pointless conversation, Lord Camberwick.” Miss Selverton moved on to the next holly bush. “We must both marry someone rich. Perhaps it is best that we do not continue as friends.”

“Do you expect me to watch you be courted by another?”

“Yes.” She paused her pruning. “I must do the same for you. What else is there to be done? If you have found any alternative solutions to our problem, then, by all means, offer your suggestions.”

He stepped towards her.

She raised her chin in defiance.

They were too close, but his feet must have become tangled in the undergrowth, for they would not move. His gaze dropped from her deep-brown eyes to the pink tip of her delicate nose, then to her plump lips. What would they taste like? Every fibre in his being craved their touch. Drawn by the tempting flesh, he leaned closer.

“Hurrah!”

They jerked backwards at the cry.

Another voice rang through the trees. “We have found it!”

Tristan’s breath spread in wispy plumes before him. “I apologise.” He willed his pounding heart to calm.

Miss Selverton only nodded and headed towards the cries of merriment. 

 

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Bianca White will sweep you into her character-driven stories featuring witty banter and immersive historical details.

Her degree in history means she enjoys researching her novels too much and regularly gets lost down a rabbit hole. Her ‘research’ is often used as an excuse to drag members of her family around every stately home and castle wherever they go. Nothing can keep her away from a historical fashion exhibition.

When not writing, Bianca feeds her own romance addiction. She loves stories with droll dialogue, endearing rogues and determined heroines. If you love those too, then you’re in for a treat.

Bianca lives in Yorkshire, UK, with her husband and two children.

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