Trading Yesterday by Kahlen Aymes ~ Cover & Excerpt Reveal

TRADING YESTERDAY by Kahlen Aymes

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Something inside me snapped.

 

“Chase, I need you.  Please, come.”

 

Teagan’s words screamed from the screen of my phone. My heart started pounding and I started to sweat. I felt like I might pass out as I was sucked into a vortex of emotions and memories I’d tried desperately to forget. 

 

Teagan Tessler was the love of my life. My professional soccer career was a big part of the future we planned to have together, but an offer with Arsenal, one of England’s premier soccer teams, sent me to London a year ahead of schedule. Just months after I left, Teagan betrayed me with my best friend without an explanation.  I was completely and utterly destroyed.

 

Six years later, I can finally breathe again and my professional and personal life is in a good place; but, now this.  I’d  have to be insane to even consider ripping open those old wounds, but whatever she needed, it had to be huge.

 

The truth of my feelings resonated: I should shut off the phone and forget her forever, but my traitorous heart told me to get on a plane, no questions asked.

 

One decision can ruin your life… Maybe another one can save it.

 

From USA Today bestselling author, Kahlen Aymes, Trading Yesterday is a sexy roller coaster of emotion, ultimate loss, desperate longing, betrayal and forgiveness that will restore your faith in unconditional love.  You’ll be left gasping for more!  The Remembrance Trilogy readers will love this book.

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Chase

Six years since I left her.  Six fucking years

It seemed like I had no choice at the time; like it was the start of a dream, not the beginning of a nightmare.  It was the biggest mistake of my life.

The offer from the English Arsenal Football Club was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that I couldn’t pass up, no matter how much it ripped me apart to leave Teagan behind.  Our plan was for her to finish college then come over there, too.  It never happened. 

Somehow, it all got fucked up.  Royally fucked up.  I spent years trying to figure out why it happened without finding any logical answers and then, I was determined to forget about her.  I threw myself into the game, booze, and numerous women, but nothing helped most of the time.  If I were honest, the pain never really went away and I felt the loss every goddamned day. I knew I never should have left, and that only made it worse.  It was Teagan, and not soccer, who was my once-in-a-lifetime everything, but I thought we were madly in love and I completely trusted that we’d make it through it… I completely trusted her.  We knew it would be a difficult couple of years, but I had no reason to doubt that things wouldn’t go as planned. I thought we were invincible. Yet, not six months after I left, she married my best friend behind my back. 

Some best friend.  Anger cut through me like a red-hot knife and settled in to sear my gut and tighten my chest.  There was no one I hated more.

My heart ached whenever I allowed myself to think about it.  She called and tried to explain once, but I didn’t want to hear it.  No words could justify it.  I felt betrayed; too devastated to find the will to function, let alone listen.  Looking at her would have sliced me open to bleed out right in front of her, and after a betrayal like that, I’d be damned if I’d let her see me suffer. 

Jensen tried to talk to me, too, but I was afraid if I saw him, one of us would die.  What did it fucking matter anyway?  There was no reason that could make it better, more believable, or easier to accept.  I’d closed down, focused on the team, and stopped corresponding with either of them.  It was the only way to breathe. 

My eyes burned and my throat tightened.  After all this time, it was still killing me. So often, I ached to call her, my soul crying out for hers, my mind railing that it was all a bad dream and if I could only hear that sweet voice, my reality would be righted.  Over time, I realized keeping as busy as possible was the only thing to keep the memories from eating me alive.  I was lucky that most of the places I played, and in London, I had zero memories of Teagan to haunt me, but Arsenal and its world-class program wasn’t worth it.  A huge career and being one of the top ten soccer players in the world meant nothing.  Nothing was worth losing Teagan, but I’d made a life for myself despite her.  In spite of her. 

Somehow, I moved on.  I breathed in and out.  I waited, prayed for, and crawled toward the day when it wouldn’t hurt.  I was still crawling on the inside, but I’d learned how to camouflage it so no one could see it anymore. I was sure part of me was dead inside. 

My parents and siblings knew not to mention her after the first few attempts.  The rage and drinking binges that resulted had finally kept them quiet.  Kat looked at me with a sort of incredible sorrow, and even Kevin stopped badgering me. 

“Just leave it alone, Kev!  I can’t fucking stand thinking about what she’s doing with Jensen. Nothing will justify it! If Jensen was bleeding out in the street, the reason still wouldn’t be good enough for her to be with him. It makes me fucking sick!” 

I’d flung my mother’s Ming vase at my brother and it barely missed his head; shattering in a million pieces against the wall behind him.  He stood there stunned for a split second as my chest heaved and his image blurred behind a haze of fury and tears.  Then, he rushed at me, tackling me to the ground.  He beat the shit out of me, leaving me broken and crying her name, asking God why she wasn’t mine, begging for relief that never came, wishing I could die right there because I couldn’t see any other way to end the horrible pain. I didn’t know if I was hitting at Kevin or Teagan’s memory, but afterward, he dropped to his knees and held on to me as I fell apart.  The whole family looked on in stunned shock, all of them powerless to help me.  It was New Year’s Eve and I’d gotten drunk off my ass to try to forget.  Everyone left me alone ever since. My mother never even mentioned that vase.  She found it at a garage sale and it was probably fake, but she loved to pretend it was real, and I had destroyed it. One more thing I shouldn’t have done that piled on the guilt.  I’d ruined my own fucking life by leaving and I had to live with it.

As time moved on the devastating pain eased little by little, and faded in to a dull, ever-present ache.  I came home to the States less because being there surrounded me with Teagan’s essence, her memory, and people who knew her and might talk about her.  Not knowing where she was, or anything about her, made it easier and possible to survive.

Now, I was in a plane on my way to Atlanta fucking Georgia, because of a few well-scripted words that came across my phone via text message.

Chase, Kat gave me your number.  Don’t be mad.  I need you.  It’s an emergency. Please come ASAP. 

Teagan

I ran my hand through my hair.  Kat. My mind screamed.  My sister, Kathryn was tight lipped, telling me nothing beyond where I could find her.  Apparently she’d kept in touch with Teagan all these years, and that enraged me. Goddamn traitor. 

“Hmmph!” I huffed in disgust.  So much for blood being thicker than water

When I called Kathryn to confront her, all she’d say was that Teagan and Jensen had moved to Atlanta three years earlier when Jensen got a job with ESPN, and I’d have to wait for Teagan to explain the rest. He must not be very high on the ESPN food chain or I’d have known about his job there.

I didn’t understand why, but I was pissed at my sister.  Why would Teagan leave her family…and mine, to live in a strange city with a man who was probably gone more than he was home?  It made no sense.  But then, none of her decisions made sense since I left.  Not since she chose to marry someone else. 

The burning ache I’d thought I’d buried flared anew twenty-four hours earlier when her name appeared at the end of her message.  I’d felt like a sledgehammer just flew at high velocity into my gut, and left me gasping as the air left my lungs.  I could hear that voice saying the words on the screen, as if she were standing right next to me.  My heart exploded and blood rushed to my face like liquid fire.

I’d thought nothing would separate us; not distance…not anyone, or anything.  Ever.  I was so in love I must have been blind to what was really going on behind my back.  And yet, years later, all she had to do was crook her little finger and I was dragging my sorry ass halfway across the world without knowing why.

“Welcome to Atlanta, Georgia.  We thank you for flying with us today.  We know you have many choices for…” The mad rushing of blood in my ears muffled the flight attendant’s words.  My skin vibrated as anticipation throbbed through me, and I mentally shook myself.  I needed to get my shit together.  I couldn’t allow Teagan to see how much this still mattered.  I had to be cool, calm… blasé’.   She couldn’t know how she’d destroyed me.  I’d worked hard to build an aloof persona off the field, and a superstar one on it.  When I started to stand out, the sports world shortened my name from Chase to Ace, and I embraced it.

As I gathered my carry on, I braced myself for what I would see in a few short minutes.  Would Jensen be with her?  Could I take that?  I wasn’t sure.  I rubbed my hand over the back of my neck in agitation and then held it out in front of me.  I was visibly shaking, so I curled my fingers into a fist in an attempt to steady myself.  I was a bad motherfucker, solid as a rock, on top of my game and in the best shape of my life, so why the hell was I shaking like a pussy? As I started to walk out of the plane, I willed myself to calm down.  I settled a cold mask into place over my face, praying to God it would remain unmoved when I saw her.

The seconds pounded in my head as my footsteps closed the distance to the main terminal, heavy and suffocating.  I struggled to fill my lungs with air; sure I’d lose my breath forever the minute I laid eyes on her.  Would she be different?  I wanted her to be unrecognizable… resistible… no longer the woman I fell in love with… no longer my Teagan. 

Please God… let me not give a shit.  After everything I’d suffered, would that be so much to ask?

Somehow over the years, the bitterness and anger lessened and most of what I remembered was the intense love and longing.  She haunted my dreams more times than I could count, and every time I woke up in a cold sweat missing her or wanting her, I wanted to scream.

 I dug down deep for the anger I’d need to make it through the next couple of days.  Two days was all I would subject myself to.  Then I was gone and I’d put her in the past where she belonged. I had a game in Brasília on Saturday that I couldn’t miss and I was thankful for my contract.

What the hell am I doing here, anyway? I argued with myself.  I should have used the game to skip it all together, but what if she was in trouble? My lips pressed together in anger.  What the fuck did it matter to me?  I shouldn’t care at all.  I sighed heavily. Taking care of Teagan was Jensen’s fucking job now, not mine.

Against my will, I searched the countless faces, looking for those soft brown eyes that used to own my soul.  I stopped in the middle of the terminal, as my phone buzzed in my pocket.

“Yeah?”

“Hey, lovie.  I got your message,” Bronwyn said casually.

“I sent it twelve hours ago. Thanks for the prompt response.”  Sarcasm dripped from my voice. She didn’t notice.

“So you’re in the U.S.?  Ace, I mean… why?”

I was distracted as I kept searching for Teagan.  “I thought you said you got my message.  I told you that a friend needs me.”

“For what?” She sounded pissed, but then, “pissed” and “I don’t give a shit” were her two most prominent gears.

“I don’t know, Bronwyn.  I’ll call you when I know more.”

“I’m going to bed, so don’t call until morning, hmm?”  Her voice was bored and unconcerned; her whiny voice in her English accent was suddenly annoying as hell.

“The time difference is six hours, so hopefully I’ll be sleeping when you wake up.  Remember, my body is on London time.”

“Oh, yeah.  Well, then just call when you can.  Good night, lovie.”

“Bye.”  It annoyed the hell out of me when she called me that, and she knew it.  I shoved the phone into my back pocket of my dark jeans, my mind immediately dismissing the woman on the phone. 

Where was Teagan?  I scratched my stomach through the fine linen of my dark blue button down.  I’d left it un-tucked, only taking time to change my pants and shove three changes of clothes and my running shoes into a small bag before rushing straight to the airport.  I left the club immediately after speaking to Kat.

I was tired and impatient as I put my hands on my hips and turned, stopping dead when I saw her moving slowly in my direction, weaving through the crowds.   She looked thinner and more fragile; her skin seemed more translucent against the darkness of her flowing hair, still as long and luxurious as I remembered.  My breath caught in my throat at the sight, my heart thudding sickeningly in my chest as time rewound in an instant.  I wanted it to stop beating.  I didn’t care if it killed me or if I had to rip it from my chest; I just wanted it to fucking stop.

Her brown eyes were huge as she looked up into my face, still owning me as much as she ever had, as she closed the last few yards between us.  The sadness surrounding her was so heavy I could almost taste it.

“Hello, Chase.” Her voice rocked through me.  The same voice that still haunted my dreams on occasion.

My hand moved to my chest, seeking to ease the tightness that prevented me from speaking.  I swallowed hard as I took in her smallness in jeans and summer top that left her shoulders and arms completely bare, except for the thin straps.  The yellows and oranges in the floral print made her hair appear darker and emphasized the faint flush on her cheeks.

My arms ached to reach for her and drag her against my body.  The pull was tangible and I could see the same battle flash across her beautiful features.  She was still so goddamned beautiful.

“Teagan…” Her name fell from my lips unwillingly as emotions I’d tried to ignore, surfaced.

We stood there, staring at each other until finally, my left hand reached for her right one.  Our fingers entwined as easily as if we’d never been apart, and her eyes filled with glistening tears and then two fat drops rolled down her cheeks.  The years fell away as, unable to help myself; I pulled her to me, and gathering her close then turned my face into her hair.  She still wore the same perfume… still felt perfect pressed close to me.  My breath left my lungs. Her arms flew around my neck as I lifted her easily into my embrace as a deep sob broke from her chest.  

“Chase.  Oh, God.  Thank you.  I honestly didn’t think you would come.”

 

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USA Today bestselling author, Kahlen Aymes, writes HOT romance in New Adult, Adult Contemporary, and Erotica genres. Her books bring to life strong and sassy heroines & swoon-worthy, panty dropping alpha males! She is a master at making her readers FEEL as if they are living within the pages.

Kahlen has been on several bestseller lists including Barnes & Noble, Amazon Top 100 Paid at #2, Smashwords, Publisher’s Weekly, iBooks, and USA Today! She has won multiple awards for writing and has a BSBA in Marketing & Business Administration.

She is an avid reader, baker, roller skater and karaoke singing single mother of one daughter and two golden retrievers.

When she isn’t writing she loves interacting with her readers!

Crowned by Hate by Amo Jones COVER REVEAL

Title: Crowned by Hate
Series: Crowned Trilogy #1
Author: Amo Jones
Genre: Dark Romance/Thriller
Cover Design: Jay Aheer
Release Date: November 14, 2017

Blurb

Some would say I have a privileged life. Daughter of the current President of the United States, wealthy, famous, and all things that some girls wish they had. 

Only I’d dream of having a simple life. A life where I wasn’t marrying the scariest man I have ever met. Well, I thought I had just met him, but it turns out, there’s so much I don’t know about myself. That’s all thanks to a past so twisted, so warped, that no amount of money, or presidential status could wipe it clean. 

I’m the rebel child. Or as some may see it, the disappointment. I’ve never cared about expensive wedding gowns, or how much someone paid for a tailored suit. I don’t care if your wedding dress is from Walmart, or if it’s from some fancy, upscale designer line. 

So why am I marrying the devil dressed in a thousand-dollar 
suit? 

I’m about to find out how I got here. To marrying one of the most powerful men in the country. The road to finding out, though, is paved with darkness, painted with the blood of innocents, and it leads my ass straight to hell. Only this hell is a multi-million-dollar penthouse suite in New York City where Bryant Saint Royal, sits on his throne. 
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Amo is a full-time writer from New Zealand who loves long romantic walks to the wine cellar. 

She loves to write like how she lives, hanging on the edge of insanity with a wine glass in one hand and her morals-or lack thereof- in the other.


Those are not my monkeys, I swear….
Oh those hellhounds? Yeah, those are mine.
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Prince Charming by CD Reiss ~ Cover Reveal!

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Prince Charming an all-new sexy standalone from New York Times bestselling author CD Reiss coming February 20th.

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Prince Charming by CD Reiss

Release Date: February 20, 2018

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Synopsis:

Once upon a time there was a handsome and charming British hacker who fell in love with an ambitious and sensible FBI agent….

Keaton Bridge is exactly the kind of guy a straight-arrow like Cassie doesn’t need. He’s dangerous. He’s criminal. He may or may not have worked covertly for MI6. He’s four pounds of trouble in a two pound bag.

Keaton’s got his own trouble. He’s going legit and the last thing a guy needs in the transition from black hat to white hat is an FBI agent sniffing around.

This shouldn’t be hard for either one of them. Just stay away.

But that’s easier said than done. After a night of passion, the heat between them burns hotter than ever.

It’s not long before Keaton will do anything to make Cassie happy. So he does what any prince would do to win his lady.

He hacks into the FBI database to get her a promotion.

After that, their journey to Happily Ever After turns risky, dangerous, and very sexy.

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CD Reiss is a New York Times bestseller. She still has to chop wood and carry water, which was buried in the fine print. Her lawyer is working it out with God but in the meantime, if you call and she doesn’t pick up she’s at the well hauling buckets.

Born in New York City, she moved to Hollywood, California to get her master’s degree in screenwriting from USC. In case you want to know, that went nowhere but it did give her a big enough ego to write novels.

She’s frequently referred to as the Shakespeare of Smut which is flattering but hasn’t ever gotten her out of chopping that cord of wood.

If you meet her in person, you should call her Christine.

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The Bourbon series by Meghan Quinn ~ New Covers Revealed, 99 Cents Sale & Kindle Unlimited!

The Bourbon Series by Meghan Quinn has a new look!

 The books have hot new covers and have been re-edited to keep your pages burning…I mean turning! If you like heat, don’t miss this series!

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On the streets of New Orleans, sins are committed every night.

My name is Jett Colby and I save tarnished souls.

In the downtown, under the glittery lights of Bourbon Street, I found her in cheap lingerie, flaunting her body for callous men and money.

From the lace of her cheap lingerie, to her garter belt, I knew she had to be saved.
She had to be mine.

Broke and destitute with no way of out, she had no choice but to come to me and into my club.

She had no other choice but to become a Jett Girl.

But see, that’s the thing about this city; you might think that under the dazzling lights and illusion of salvation, she’s the one that needed saving.

When the glitter fades and the dirt is washed away, the one worth saving just might be me.

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The walls of my club hold many secrets. Depravity. Sin. Justice.

Come in; debauchery can be yours for the cost of a lap dance and a night of pleasure.

And I own every last part of it.

But she’s my weakness, and thankfully she followed me through the insolvent streets of New Orleans, giving me her loyalty and her heart.

My desire for her dominates my every thought, but my broken past could destroy us.

There are people trying to bring me down.

Two malicious men stand in the way of what I want: to own it all.

It’s either Lot 17 or Goldie, my Jett Girl.

I have to make a choice and for once, it won’t be easy.

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Under the neon lights of Bourbon, money is everything.

Justice, faith, and power. They’re the key to my empire and she holds them all in the palm of her hand. Falling for her was a mistake; she stole my heart and consumed me. I was addicted, and she left me weak and vulnerable to my enemies.

They’re everywhere.

Now she’s gone, turning to my enemy’s business partner; the man I’ve hated my entire life. She said she’s protecting me. She said it won’t be forever.

But how can I believe her?

Lies, deceit and deception. They’re the sins driving us apart.

In a city that never sleeps—in a place where scandal hides behind every dark corner, my Jett girl might never be mine again.

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Every choice you make in life comes with a consequence.

I was once on top, I was the professional boxer to be afraid of. I had everything I could possibly hope for. I was happy, satisfied, content . . . until one night.

One off day.

One wrong reaction.

I killed a man. The sound, the blood, the stagnant air, it’s forever imprinted in my mind and now dictates the way I live my life.

Desolate with nothing but my penance to pay, I didn’t expect to have my world flipped upside down when Lyla seductively strutted into my life.

I want her. I need her. I crave her.

But I don’t deserve her.

People like to celebrate the day they were born, I like to celebrate the day my soul died.

This is my story of repentance.

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About Meghan Quinn

Born in New York and raised in Southern California, Meghan has grown into a sassy, peanut butter eating, blonde haired swearing, animal hoarding lady. She is known to bust out and dance if “It’s Raining Men” starts beating through the air and heaven forbid you get a margarita in her, protect your legs because they may be humped.
Once she started commuting for an hour and twenty minutes every day to work for three years, she began to have conversations play in her head, real life, deep male voices and dainty lady coos kind of conversations. Perturbed and confused, she decided to either see a therapist about the hot and steamy voices running through her head or start writing them down. She decided to go with the cheaper option and started writing… enter her first novel, Caught Looking.
Now you can find the spicy, most definitely on the border of lunacy, kind of crazy lady residing in Colorado with the love of her life and her five, furry four legged children, hiking a trail or hiding behind shelves at grocery stores, wondering what kind of lube the nervous stranger will bring home to his wife. Oh and she loves a good boob squeeze!

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Crave: Part Two by E.K. Blair ~Cover Reveal

 

Title: Crave: Part Two
Series: Crave Duet #2
Author: E.K. Blair
Genre: New Adult Romance/Coming of Age
Release Date: October 16, 2017
Blurb
Weeks became months, and months became years. Each day nudged Kason deeper into his addiction. Each memory of the girl destroyed fed the craving for what he could never have again. 

Leaving a life-altering first love behind, Adaline tried moving forward to find love and trust and happiness. Pain eventually faded, wounds slowly healed, yet scars were forever left behind.But some scars feel like kisses.

When the shattered pieces of their hearts are forced to meet again, the two of them must decide how much pain their love is worth enduring.

This is what happens when one person loves beyond the craving and the other craves beyond the loving.

 

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E.K. Blair, takes her readers on an emotional roller coaster with her dynamic and intense writing style. Noted for her ability to create fleshed-out characters that will evoke a realm of reactions, you can be assured that her stories will linger with you far beyond the last word.
 
A former first grade teacher with an imagination that runs wild. Daydreaming and zoning out is how she was often found in high school. Blair tends to drift towards everything dark and moody. Give her a character and she will take pleasure in breaking them down, digging into their core to find what lies underneath.
 
Aside from writing, E.K. Blair finds pleasure in music, drinking her Starbucks in peace, and spending time with her friends. She’s a thinker, an artist, a wife, a mom, and everything in between.
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Pretty Broken Dolls by Ker Dukey & K. Webster ~ Cover Reveal, Sale & Giveaway!

Pretty Broken Dolls

by Ker Dukey & K. Webster
Pretty Little Dolls #4
Publication Date: TBD
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Dark Romance

Betrayal and rage, a festering sting.
Monster vs Master. Who will be king?

Damaged and desperate, a solution they must find,
To bring back the dolly who is one of a kind.

Disloyalty and failure will not be forgiven.
Seeking revenge, the monster is driven.

Hungry for his affection, our master has waited.
These broken dollies lives have already been fated.

The storm is upon us, the chaos raining down,
Now that the big players have come to town.

Who will come out breathing with their prize by their side?
And who will be collateral damage along for the ride?

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K Webster is the author of dozens romance books in many different genres including contemporary romance, historical romance, paranormal romance, and erotic romance. When not spending time with her husband of twelve years and two adorable children, she’s active on social media connecting with her readers.

Her other passions besides writing include reading and graphic design. K can always be found in front of her computer chasing her next idea and taking action. She looks forward to the day when she will see one of her titles on the big screen.

You can easily find K Webster on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Pinterest, and Goodreads!

About Ker Dukey

My books all tend to be darker romance, edge of your seat, angst filled reads. My advice to my readers when starting one of my titles…prepare for the unexpected.

I have always had a passion for storytelling, whether it be through lyrics or bed time stories with my sisters growing up.
My mum would always have a book in her hand when I was young and passed on her love for reading, inspiring me to venture into writing my own. I tend to have a darker edge to my writing. Not all love stories are made from light; some are created in darkness but are just as powerful and worth telling.

When I’m not lost in the world of characters I love spending time with my family. I’m a mum and that comes first in my life but when I do get down time I love attending music concerts or reading events with my younger sister.

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Ruthless King by Meghan March ~ Cover Reveal!

 

 

Get ready for the darker and dirtier side of New Orleans with a brand new alpha romance from USA Today bestselling author Meghan March.

New Orleans belongs to me.
You don’t know my name, but I control everything you see—and all the things you don’t.
My reach knows no bounds, and my demands are always met.
I didn’t need to loan money to a failing family distillery, but it amuses me to have them in my debt.
To have her in my debt.
She doesn’t know she caught my attention.
She should’ve been more careful.
I’m going to own her. Consume her. Maybe even keep her.
It’s time to collect what I’m owed.
Keira Kilgore, you’re now the property of Lachlan Mount.

*Ruthless King is book one of the Mount Trilogy*

 

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Meghan March has been known to wear camo face paint and tromp around in woods wearing mud-covered boots, all while sporting a perfect manicure. She’s also impulsive, easily entertained, and absolutely unapologetic about the fact that she loves to read and write smut. Her past lives include slinging auto parts, selling lingerie, making custom jewelry, and practicing corporate law. Writing books about dirty talking alpha males and the strong, sassy women who bring them to their knees is by far the most fabulous job she’s ever had. She loves hearing from her readers at meghanmarchbooks@gmail.com.

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