Friday Hot .99 Reads!

It’s Friday! And that means you have the whole weekend to read! (If you’re lucky!) Stock up on these fantastic .99 cent deals from the following world class authors.

Truth Kills by Jamie K. Schmidt

Truth Kills

.99 on Amazon

Truth & Lies Series
Aged out of the system and battle worn from unsuccessful foster care, four women on the cusp of adulthood find passion and their paths in life through the help of an anonymous fairy godmother type who calls herself the Benefactrix.

Book One: Truth Kills

College freshmen, Phoebe’s new lover is sexy, creative and willing to let her act out all her dirty fantasies. Unfortunately, Keith’s not telling her the truth about who he really is and the secret past that binds them together. When his Uncle breaks out of prison to search for the “girl who got away,” Keith risks losing the best thing in his life by admitting to Phoebe that his Uncle killed her parents.

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Once Tempted by Laura Moore

once tempted

.99 on Amazon TODAY ONLY 11/20/15!!!

Sweeping passions, family drama, and searing scandal play out at the magnificent Silver Creek Ranch as the heirs to a powerful dynasty seize their legacy of love.
 
Oldest son Ward Knowles feels the sprawling California ranch in his blood. And now that the family business has expanded to include a popular resort, he’s working harder than ever. Silver Creek is his legacy and his life, which is fine for the ruggedly sexy ladies’ man and committed bachelor. Love and trust don’t come easily for Ward since he lost his heart to a gold digger—until he meets a shy, unpretentious beauty whose sweet grace is about to turn his jaded heart into a hungry one.

Tess Casari has found sanctuary at Silver Creek, working as an assistant to Ward’s mother, Adele. Grateful for her busy new life running the ranch’s spa and resort, Tess can escape the heartbreak, humiliation, and secret shame of her failed marriage. The last thing she needs is temptation—especially from a man who reminds her so much of the husband who shattered her faith in love. But passion and destiny are about to change the rules for two people who have stopped believing in the healing power of love.

Praise for Once Tempted
 
“[Laura] Moore’s first in her new Silver Creek series is packed with plenty of great, realistic dialogue and features two main characters whose actions and choices are easy to sympathize with. The glimpses of the hero’s two siblings will leave readers eager for their stories.”—RT Book Reviews
 
“When I read [Moore’s] books, I’m transported to the peaceful countryside with ranch homes and barns dotting the landscape. Once Tempted has all that and more.”—USA Today
 
“Ward is the perfect cowboy hero for a twenty-first century romance.”—Heroes and Heartbreakers
 
“Moore is a fantastic storyteller ensnaring your interest from the first page.”—Fresh Fiction
 
“Once Tempted is a sexy new read by author Laura Moore that not only gives us a tantalizing tale of undeniable love but also is a great start to a new series that’s sure to speak to contemporary romance lovers everywhere.”—The Romance Reviews

Uncivilized by Sawyer Bennett

sawyer

.99 on Amazon

**Warning: This book is a wild, sexy beast of a read. 18+**

Savage man, loner, warrior… I am dangerous at my core. I have lived amidst the untamed wild of the rainforest, in a society that reveres me and where every woman falls before me in subjugation.

Now I’ve been discovered. Forced to return to a world that I have forgotten about and to a culture that is only vaguely familiar to my senses.

Dr. Moira Reed is an anthropologist who has been hired to help me transition back into modern society. It’s her job to smooth away my rough edges… to teach me how to navigate properly through this new life of mine. She wants to tame me.

She’ll never win.

I am wild, free and raw, and the only thing I want from the beautiful Moira Reed is her submission.

She wants it, I am certain.

I will give it to her soon.

Yes, very soon, I will become the teacher and she will become my student. And when I am finished showing her body pleasure like no other, she’ll know what it feels like to be claimed by an uncivilized man.

Uncivilized is on sale for just #99cents!! This sale is for a limited time only, so grab it now!

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COMING SOON —-> Love: Uncivilized is coming December 15! Spend the holidays with Zach and Moira in this all new Uncivilized novella!

#Preorder now available!
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Hold on Tight: A Returning Home Novel by Serena Bell

hold on tight

.99 on Amazon

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USA TODAY BESTSELLER

In Serena Bell’s heartwarming novel, a young mother and a battle-scarred veteran must decide if they can rekindle the sparks they once shared.

Fighting for his country gave Jake Taylor’s life shape and meaning. Now as an injured war hero he struggles to find purpose, until he runs into the gorgeous woman he dated briefly—and disastrously—before being deployed eight years ago. Turns out Jake doesn’t just need to figure out how to be a civilian . . . he also needs to learn how to be a dad.

Eighteen, pregnant, and totally lost, Mira Shipley couldn’t track down the soldier who fathered her child, so she put college on hold and focused on making a good life for her son. Now she’s determined to be something more than Sam’s mom, her parents’ daughter, or Jake’s girl—as hot as she finds her old flame’s take-charge attitude in and out of bed. Soon Mira and Jake realize that their passion didn’t disappear when Sam was conceived—and that instead of running away, sometimes it’s better to hold on tight.

Praise for Hold on Tight

“Sweet, sexy and real . . . In Hold on Tight, Serena Bell has written a beautiful story about a wounded soldier and the woman strong enough to love him.”—Jessica Scott, USA Today bestselling author of Because of You

“Hold on Tight is intensely sensual, with three-dimensional characters and a romance worth rooting for. Serena Bell is a master of sumptuous realism.”—Cara McKenna, author of Hard Time

“The authenticity of their story is resounding. This isn’t a story of instant love, but of an uphill battle and determination, of making decisions, and of living in the here and now.”—Heroes and Heartbreakers

Excerpt from Hold On Tight
Copyright 2014 Serena Bell
All Rights Reserved Penguin Random House

On the other side of the room, the cocky guy with the prosthetic leg shifted in his seat, drawing her gaze. Brown hair, on the longer side of short, uncombed. A couple of days’ unshaven scruff. Not her type; she liked professional men, clean-shaven. Her mind was about to dismiss him—a guy I ran into in the physical therapist’s office and wasn’t attracted to, but not because he was an amputee, just because he wasn’t my fantasy. But something made her look again.

Holy shit. She knew that face. The strong jaw, the well-formed upper lip, the deep groove that ran vertically between his brows—

She’d memorized his features in the few weeks they’d been together, the quick three-quarters way he smiled, like he couldn’t quite fully commit to happiness, the all-in truth of his smile when he gave himself over. The creases that formed when he frowned, the way his jaw set when something bothered him. That night at the lake—the last night—the look on his face when she’d taken off her clothes. Gratitude and longing and Who, me? For real?

The night came back to her in sharp contrasts, pairs of impressions. The coolness of his wet skin and the heat of his body. The softness of his mouth moving over hers, over her breasts, and the hard tug of his suckling, the yank of desire she’d felt. The rich summer smells, green and overripe, and the clean soap scent of him. How open she’d felt, how boundary-less, melting, flowing, willing—and how her body had betrayed and frustrated her.

How good he’d made her feel, better than she’d ever felt in her life, and the way he’d hurt her. The way they’d dressed, packed up, and driven home in silence. How hard she’d cried, and for how long.

Jake.

His eyes caught hers, caught and held and held and held. Sam’s gray-blue eyes, Sam’s full lower lip, Sam’s absurdly long eyelashes. Jake’s face.

Would Sam someday have a jaw like that, square and strong? Would his nose, which was still a little boy’s pudgy upturned nose, be as bladelike as his father’s?

How many times had she promised herself that if this moment ever came, she wouldn’t hold the truth back from Jake?

But she’d never pictured it happening in a setting like this. Public. Awkward.

“Mira.” He said it slowly, as if he were pulling the name from the furthest reaches of his memory.

“Hi, Jake.”

Her voice was splintered, thready. There was no pretending this was a no-big-deal moment. Not for her. And he wasn’t trying to play it cool either. He scrutinized her, jaw set, expression serious. There was grief in every line of his face. Something she thought might be anger. A darkness behind the surface of his eyes that she’d seen only once before, that night by the lake, when she’d asked him for a future he couldn’t give.

She was feeling too much, and she couldn’t put it all together. When he’d been a stranger with a prosthetic leg, she could manage the sympathy, the curiosity, the faint survivor’s guilt.
But he washer Jake, a man she’d been intimate with, and he’d lost part of the body she’d worshipped. He washer Jake,and he was here, in this room, and she was so glad to see him, so glad she wanted to hurl herself at him, but also terrified, because what was she supposed to do or say now?

She had promised herself she’d tell him.

But he had never really been her Jake, had he? And now—

Now he really was a stranger. Even if her body was trying to tell her he wasn’t. Insisting it hadn’t forgotten the scent or the heat or the weight of him, hadn’t forgotten what he could do with his hungry mouth and skilled fingers.

She wasn’t eighteen. She wasn’t free to indulge herself, to throw herself open like a book. She had Sam to think about.

“You look good,” she said, because the silence was spreading and someone had to say something.

For a fraction of a second—she might have missed it if she hadn’t been so hyperalert—he looked down at his leg. Then back up at her face, his eyes empty.

He didn’t say it back. You look good, too, Mira. She hated herself for wishing he had.

She had no idea what to say next. How to make small talk with a man who was all the things he was to her: a summer fling gone wrong, the hottest not-sex she’d ever had, the father of her child. How to make small talk with someone who so obviously wanted nothing to do with her.

“You look like you’re doing great.”

The look in his eyes, pure scorn, told her how absurd he thought that was. “I do all right.”

Every word she said that was not I have a son, and he’s your son, too felt like a lie. Like postponing the inevitable. But could she just . . . do it? In the waiting room of the physical therapist’s office? They were the only two people here, but surely there was a better time and place. Someplace quiet, someplace private, someplace . . . intimate.

But how would she get him alone like that? How would she explain why she needed to?

So many times, she had imagined a chance meeting, this opportunity to finally say, Jake, I have something to tell you. You might want to sit down.

Well, here he was. Sitting.

“That’s my son,” she said, pointing through the window. “Sam.”

Her heart pounded so hard she thought she’d be sick.

She waited for a flicker of recognition, something to indicate he’d made the connection, but there was nothing. Only his blank, grim expression. Was he still in there somewhere, behind that mask? Was it the loss of his leg that had made him like this, or what he’d seen in the war? She’d read somewhere that the army was requiring longer and longer commitments from soldiers, pushing them to the outside limit of what they could endure, physically and mentally. Who knew how damaged he was?

Who knew if he was someone she would choose to let her child spend time with, let alone love?

“Could I—could we—get coffee?”

Maybe if she sat down with him, if they could talk, if she could find out who he was and where he’d been.

“What?” he asked. “Chat and catch up?”

“Yes. Chat and catch up.”

“I fill you in on what it’s like to be down a limb?”

He was angry. Not at her, or at least not at her for any good reason. At his fate, at the world. And she couldn’t blame him for that. She couldn’t imagine—couldn’t fathom—what it would be like to have to relearn everything, to start from scratch with walking and balance and all the things she took for granted.

“I don’t think so,” he said. “I’m not much for coffee talk these days.”

“Ms. Shipley?” The physical therapist, Joanne, had poked her head into the waiting room. “I want to go over Sam’s homework with you.”

Okay, what did she do now? Walk away? Despite his curtness, she couldn’t imagine turning her back on him and writing him off. Sam’s father.

If she walked away now, if she let him walk away now, she’d have no way to get in touch with him. It would be as good as if they’d never had this chance meeting.

Was that what she wanted?

She’d promised herself. If I ever see him again, I will tell him he’s Sam’s father.

“Sure. Can you hang on a second?” she asked Joanne. “I’ll be right there.”

“No problem. I’ll show Sam one more thing on the ball while we wait for you.” Joanne disappeared again.

“Just—please,” she said to Jake. “Coffee, a drink—I don’t care. I’d just like us to get a chance to talk.”

“Do we have something to talk about?”

His words found their way into her old, half-healed hurt. The part of her that had tried for months—years—to understand how she could have been so wrong about what he felt for her.

But there was no room for pride now, no room to care if he thought she was desperate or throwing herself at him, hoping for a reprise of the good old times. She just didn’t want to lose this thread, this chance. She would not let her cowardice cheat Sam out of the chance to have a father in his life.

“Yes,” she said. “I have to tell you something I think you’ll want to hear.”

Nothing. No curiosity, no glimmer of the old Jake. It was like he wasn’t in there at all.

“Jake?” The receptionist had poked her head into the waiting area. “Linda says you can head back there as soon as you’re ready, and she’ll be with you in two.”

Jake used the arms of his chair to pull himself to his feet and shook his head at Mira. “I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

He crossed the room, then paused and turned back. “Nice to see you, Mira.”

“Wait. Wait.” Her heart pounded like crazy.

He hesitated.

Half a room separated them. She crossed the space and stood next to him. “Sam. He’s seven.” Her voice had slid to a whisper.

“Good age,” Jake said.

Was he being deliberately dense? Subtlety wasn’t going to do it; she’d have to blurt it out.
After all these years, it was no easier to say the words. Her heart beat hard, her stomach clenched tight, her hands and feet were numb. When she opened her mouth, she didn’t say what she’d meant to say.

“I should have called or written right away, once I knew, but they said—everyone said—that I should wait. Till you were home on leave.”

Something moved behind his eyes, just enough of a shift that she was sure he heard the urgency in her voice.

They—mainly her friend Polly, who had a brother in the army—had said it would be dangerous to give the news of her pregnancy when he was deployed. That he’d lose his focus and get himself killed.

“And you’d said you’d be home for leave in six months, so I waited, and then I called. Did you get my texts and messages?”

He shook his head. Slowly, his eyes wary.

“I didn’t know how to find you, other than the cell number. I tried to find your parents, but—”

“Their number was unlisted.”

“I kept thinking you’d get in touch. That you’d see the texts and messages, and then you didn’t, and then—I wanted to tell you.”

“Tell me what?”

“Sam’s yours.”

Love Cowboy Style (Cowboy Style Romance Book 2) by Shana Gray

love cowboy

.99 on Amazon

Unable to stay away from her sexy cowboy, Jenna flies back to him and the Colorado Rockies. A part of her stayed in the wild and rugged west after she left and she wants to rekindle their passion. And uncover the potential riches hidden in this majestic landscape.

Chet sets out to mine a special place in Jenna’s heart with love and their undeniable chemistry. Their steamy affair has Jenna searching for more than gold in the mountains—she wants Chet’s rock-hard love, anywhere she can get it.

Their passion is undeniable and they come together with a summer heat that burns hotter than their winter tryst.

*While a stand-alone quickie story, great for a lunchtime read, for maximum enjoyment I recommend reading Passion Cowboy Style first. Be sure to enjoy the bonus read Layover Lover that follows Love Cowboy Style
**Love Cowboy Style was previously released as Rock-Hard Heat

Sexy Shorts: stories of hot summer lovin’ in the great outdoors by Shana Gray

sexy shorts

.99 on Amazon

Three stories of summer loving in the great outdoors. A couple’s outdoor shenanigans take a surprising twist. A golf pro instructor has a hard time ignoring the seductive cowboy she was hired to give lessons to. A case of mistaken identity for an off duty cop and a woman trying to find the right way to end an evening – not alone. All three sexy short stories have one thing in common. Taking their loving from the safety of being undiscovered indoors, to the tantalizing risk of discovery out of doors.
(stories previously published by the author under the same titles)

Ein by Sorcha Black

Ein

.99 on Amazon until Sunday 11/22

Genre: Fantasy. Contains erotic scenes.

In love with a girl from school and the man hired to torture her, Einan is sent reeling when she thinks them dead. Destitute, she finds herself responsible for protecting children left uncared for in the wake of the Cedesian War.

Poor children are disappearing all over the city. While struggling to keep them safe, Ein accidentally sparks a rebellion. Will love find her again in the chaos, or will she die a martyr?

Warning: Dark themes, kink, dubious consent, reluctant sex trade work. May be disturbing to some readers.

Review:  Don’t let the warning scare you off too much — if you can handle it, this is a beautiful book that made me do the ugly cry in public.  Don’t miss this emotional roller coaster ride!

Falling Fast by Tina Wainscott

fall

.99 on Amazon

Fans of Jasinda Wilder and Colleen Hoover will adore this emotional new small-town romance—a smoldering tale of first love and long-awaited redemption from USA Today bestselling author Tina Wainscott.

Raleigh West works in an auto shop day and night, trying to put his broken past out of mind. It’s been seven years since the fiery crash that landed his teenage sweetheart in the hospital . . . and him in jail. In an instant, he lost everything: his passion for racing, his hope of escaping his father’s shameful legacy, and the only girl he ever loved. Raleigh hasn’t seen her since that awful night. Never got a chance to apologize. And never forgave himself, either.

When brave, beautiful Mia Wentworth returns to the Florida coast for the first time in what seems like forever, it’s not to see Raleigh. Even so, the moment she arrives she can feel his presence like a gust of wind that gives her goose bumps. Opening her heart to him again seems impossible. But staying away? That might be harder still. Lucky for them both, Mia’s never been the kind of woman to take the easy way out.

Advance praise for Falling Fast

“An emotionally charged story about two people with wounded pasts, and deeply buried secrets, who find their way back to one another.”—New York Times bestselling author Patricia Rosemoor

“Falling Fast has wonderful characters you’ll hold in your heart forever. I couldn’t stop reading until I found out if these two star-crossed lovers would be able to survive all the challenges keeping them apart.”—New York Times bestselling author Kathy Clark
 

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